this is the only way i could get them to work

allergic-addiction  asked:

Do you know anything about grief? If so, my character Vivian spent 6 months with a group of friends and fell in love with another character. The character he fell in love with head over heels for dies the night after they kiss. How would this grief affect active fighting ?

My grandmother on my mother’s side died when I was eleven, my father died when I was thirteen (the day after my birthday), my dog died a day before my college graduation, and my grandfather on my father’s side died from Alzheimer’s a few years ago. That’s not counting the friends and non-blood related family members who’ve died over the years.

So, yeah, I’ve got a little experience with grief, and grief counseling, and therapy, and… well, other people who’ve also lost friends and family.

I will say upfront that experience with grief can’t be faked when translating it into a fiction. You’ve either lost someone or you haven’t. You will never truly understand until you’ve experienced it yourself. And, if you haven’t, honestly, I hope you don’t join this unhappy club for a very long time.

Grief happens in stages, we consider them as five to be exact. Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, and Acceptance. There is no one size fits all here, or rules, no guidelines for the amount of time it takes because we work through it in our own time. You can and often do go through all five just to accept the physical truth someone you love has died, then all over again with the emotional fallout in the months even years afterward. It’s possible to go forward and back between the stages, and it isn’t a steady process. I’ve come to terms with a lot of the deaths in my life, but some took around a decade to reach the acceptance stage.

In initial the months after my father died, I waited to hear his car coming up the driveway at the time he usually arrived home from work (around 5:30). Anytime the doorknob turned, I’d feel a small bit of hope that it’d be him walking in. I still hope, sometimes, nearly twenty years later, that he’ll come through the door.

I tried to hold on to what he sounded like when I realized a month later I was forgetting. I managed a single word, the name of a friend’s father.

The problem with writing grief if you’ve never experienced it is this: you will over focus on the emotion and forget the detail.

Grief is not being able to remember where you live when you dial 911 for the ambulance. It’s the adrenaline leaving your hands shaking when you reach for the body, and the cold stiffness beneath your hands. The chalky white skin, and one eyelid half open. A frozen, milky, blue-white pupil pointed nowhere.  The faint, sour smell in the air. The way you shake it, and shake it, and shake it like that’ll bring the body back to life.

The way you still describe it as the body years later instead of referring to it as him and in second person instead of first.

Grief is never being able to watch Oliver and Company again.

This detail is part of why it’s so difficult to describe or write grief if you’ve never experienced the loss of a loved one first hand. You’ve also got to describe that loss through the eyes of your character, re-imagine it so the experience is not only tailored to their experiences but laser specific to those exact moments when they learned or came to the realization someone they loved died. One of the first things to understand about death in fiction is that it won’t do the work for you.

My father died a week before my first degree black belt test, and I’d just turned thirteen. I honestly can’t remember much about that week. It was Spring Break, so I didn’t have to go to school. My days were mostly filled with martial arts and emptiness. There were moments I’d remember, then grow sad or try to avoid it by focusing on what was coming ahead of me. People told me how brave I was, clapped when I came back to training a day later, but the truth is that doing that was easier than remembering what happened. I was in the shock stage all the way through the test. Numb to the world, I didn’t feel anything. Not pride, not happiness, not “oh good we’re done now”, nothing at all. It wasn’t bravery, so much as it just was. The world moved around me and the rest of it was gray.

In that moment, I became “the Girl Whose Father Died The Week Before Her Test” in the organization and everyone knew who I was for years afterwards.

However, the moment I really broke down was when I returned to class afterwards and began to cry when one of my classmates pushed a crossword onto my desk that read “Father”. I cried so hard, then I went out into the hallway and cried through the rest of the class that day.

That’s one experience, though. Like I said, there’s no one size fits all and every experience is unique. If you’ve got a character whose lost a lot of people over the years, then it does get easier.

However, if you’re writing a character who experiences death on the regular then their experience is going to be different. You could get someone who numbs themselves out to the world, defers the loss until later, and deals with it then. A person for whom “doing things” is them showing their grief. They could crumple up into a ball, give up and just cry. They could get angry to the point they want to kill the person who took their loved one and want to kill them. They could be compromised to the point of they are incapable performing their job, and need to be scrubbed from a mission for their safety and their teammates.

They could get triggered by the violence to the point where they lock up and can’t mentally face it anymore, where it becomes too much for them to handle. Sometimes, they break all the furniture in their apartment. Sometimes, they don’t clean out the other side of the closet for six years. They may get angry and lash out at those close to them who aren’t experiencing this death as keenly as they are. Or the might do it just because, without reason. They might close themselves off from everyone they know and love. Wall up out of fear of losing another person, find it difficult to build new connections. Become a different person.

Or, rarely, they could be completely fine. Or, seem like they’re fine on the surface. Others who are suffering will get pissed at them if they’re fine. When it seems like you’re fine, others will call you a monster. How dare they.

Grief is not guaranteed to get you killed in combat, but it can. It leads to stupid mistakes because you’re mentally compromised, even when you don’t realize it. We run from it sometimes. It’s so big, and heavy, and dark, crashing down all at once with no easy answers. No platitude satisfies. Numb, angry, stricken, despairing, you can move through these states so rapidly that it’s almost impossible to follow. Grief just is.

In a situation where you need to be able to focus or your life and those around you are at risk, then grief becomes detrimental. If you’re mentally compromised and refuse to recognize it then it will only put others at risk. Many people will insist they are “fine”. That it doesn’t affect them, that they can still work. It does though. It will. As a result, events can be disastrous in the fallout.

Even if they can fight, revenge isn’t satisfying. It’s empty. Grief-fueled rampages will only lead to more sadness and more emptiness and a re-experiencing of the loss all over again. Usually, it causes more tragedy.

How will your character react? I don’t know.

How does grief affect fighting, even years afterward? It can be really bad, my friend. Really goddamn bad.

You’ve got to find an equilibrium in your mind and acceptance, real acceptance too. You can’t just tell yourself you’ve accepted it, and that difference can be difficult to grasp.

Understand loss is not the cause of grief, and not death itself. We will grieve lost relationships and broken down friendships, when what we love disappears from our grasp. Don’t assume it’s in the death, look at the loss and how they feel about them being gone.

As a writer, your answer is they need to find a way to come to terms with this loss and that is a journey without an easily defined destination. I mean “come to terms” and not “get over”. Loss is with you forever, but whether we accept it or it continues to haunt us will be up to the person in question.

From me to you, here are some ways I dealt with my father’s death in my teenage years:

1) I went to counseling.

2) I read all the books of his on the shelf that I could scrounge from my parent’s bedroom, even when I didn’t like them. I still have a few of his fantasy hardbacks squirreled away.

3) I tried to play Star Wars: Tie Fighter.

4) I cried when I tried to tackle the Walkers in Rogue Squadron 2, because I’d always run to him and beg him to help me pass the level.

5) I’d go smell the shirts my mom left when she refused to clean out his side of the closet until they didn’t smell like him anymore. Then, I felt sad all over again.

6) I dedicated my open form during my second degree test to him, and picked a really sappy country song.

7) I read and re-read L.E. Modesitt Jr’s entire “Saga of Recluse” over and over again because Colors of Chaos was the first fantasy book my dad handed me to read.

8) I named my Sovereign Class ship in Star Trek Online after him.

I once sat with another student at college and we commiserated over our shared bond as members of the “Dead Parents Club”, telling stories about how our parents died and laughing about where we were now. To another student, who’d never experienced what we had, this seemed incredibly insensitive, they were confused, and they said so.

We said, “Dead Parents Club”. Then another student who’d recently lost their aunt asked if they could join us, and we expanded to members of the “Dead Relatives Club”.

It’s not all sadness and pain, misery and angst. In fact, if you go this route then it’s not really real. Much as it might seem like it on the surface, grief isn’t the same as literary angst. You need to show, not tell and that begins with actions. Start figuring out how this loss affects your character before you take a stab at how it’s affecting their ability to fight. Grief is about individuals, and there are no easy answers. Only actions, decisions, and struggle for good or ill.

-Michi

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anonymous asked:

Soulmate AU where Lena covers up her mark because she doesn't want to be rejected by her soulmate too

Most people in the world don’t have soul marks, because most people in the world don’t need a soulmate. Lionel is drunk when he explains this to Lena, though she won’t realize that until she’s much older, looking back on the memory with all the clarity of an adult.

“Some people are a little easier to love than we are, Lena,” he tells her heavily. “It doesn’t take anyone special to do it - there are thousands of people who could love them. But you’re like me, I’m afraid - you’re damn smart, but you’re never going to be lovable.”

He shows Lena his soul mark, a thin geometric shape on his collar, and Lena traces her tiny fingers over it, curious. It doesn’t look like hers at all - hers is on her stomach, made up of soft curves and swoops that remind her somehow of birds.

She is only 5 years old, and she’s only been living with the Luthors for a year. She is pleased to be invited into Lionel’s big study, with the heavy tan globe that she can spin around on its heavy base. She is pleased to hear him say that she is like him, and to find out they have something in common. It feels a little like belonging.

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anonymous asked:

do you have any fluffy peter & tony headcanons or anything tbh because im having a horrible day and im so anxious i feel like im gonna explode

(Okay I told myself I was gonna take a break from writing today but u know what. U deserve Good Tony and Peter Writing so,,,,I’m gonna do my best with that. Hope u feel better soon my friend, and I hope this helps in some way x)



His hands were shaking against the prompt cards he held in an iron-clad grip.


It was stupid, really. Ridiculous. He’d battled monsters and stopped bombs and yet here he was, getting worked up over a damn science presentation.

And there wasn’t even any reason why. He was good at science. Brilliant, if he did say so himself. And the whole school was full of science nerds like him, so it wasn’t as if he was going to get laughed off stage, either.


So why the damn hell did he feel so…awful?


Pull yourself together, Spiderman, he told himself, shaking his head a little and peaking out from behind the wings to watch the speech that was currently being given by another of his classmates. It was a mandatory thing in order for everyone to get a grade. Each of them had to present an idea or a theory to the rest of their year and put points that were for and against it. At the end, other kids asked questions, drilled you, probably started giggling and whispering if you couldn’t answer one of their godawful comments-

Ugh. He felt vaguely sick.


He’d been on edge the whole day just thinking about it. There were, what, a hundred faces, maybe more, in the audience? Including Flash, who was sat at the back, just waiting for Peter to slip up so he could laugh loudly or boo or something.

He could barely even think straight. His mind was all fuzzy and his palms were too sweaty. It felt like his lungs weren’t working properly anymore.

This sucked.


“Hey kid,”


Peter jerked wildly as someone stepped up to his shoulder. God, he’d been so out of it he hadn’t even heard them, what the hell was wrong with him-

“I- uh, hi Mr-” he turned, looking over and expecting to see a teacher. 

“Tony?” he said incredulously, as his brain registered the tinted yellow glasses and carefully sculpted van dyke.

“The one and only,” Tony replied absently, as he peered out through the wings and looked at the boy onstage, “you next?” He asked.

“I…what-you-how?” Peter spluttered, “what are you doing here?”

Tony looked at him, before shrugging. If Peter wasn’t mistaken, he almost looked sheepish. “You mentioned this thing, uh, a few days ago in the labs? I didn’t have anything on, so I though I’d come, show a bit of moral support, you know the drill,” he muttered. “How you feeling? You ready? Nervous?”

Peter opened his mouth, but the assurance failed to come out. He was a notoriously bad liar, after all.
Plus, his vocal cords didn’t really seem to be working very well right now. Which, considering what he was about to go up and do, was Very Very Bad.

Tony looked him up and down, noting the quivering hands, slightly green face and general expression of terror before sighing and pulling the sunglasses off his nose in order to place them on the bridge of Peter’s. “Okay, Peter, today you are not Peter. Today, you are me, and I am about to give a heart-raising, mind-blowing, showstopping speech on…” he peered down, reading the top of Peter’s card, “effective and innovative designs to contribute toward a greener society,” 

Peter just nodded, looking up at Tony through the yellow lenses.

“First thing,” Tony began, raising a hand and wandering backward, before gesturing around the place, “you gotta own the room, kid. Movement is important. Hands, feet, eyes- don’t just stand there like a lemon and read off the prompts. You wanna get a good grade? You engage the audience,” he stepped forward, pointing at Peter’s eye, and then his own, “eye contact. Always do the eye contact. Kinda terrifying, admittedly, but you only need to do it for a second. You’re not gonna stare em down like they’re trying to rob a bank here, okay, you’re just catching their eye. Showing them you’re focused, like you’re talking to them specifically. Keep moving around, look at everyone.”

He stopped. Grabbed Peter’s shoulder. “So, Mr Stark, how do you begin your speech?”

Peter stopped, caught off guard like a rabbit in the headlights. “Uhhhhh-”

“Okay, well for starters, I definitely don’t do that,” Tony shook his head, pushing the glasses a little further up Peter’s nose as they began to slip down. “You wanna begin with something simple. Casual. This isn’t a funeral service. You’re just putting an idea across. ‘hello everybody’ will suffice. I’d say open with a joke, but I don’t think you’re ready for that yet.”

Peter had to agree on that one. He took another look over to the side, and noticed the boy was beginning to wrap up. 

Oh, hell. He was next.

Tony noticed, too, and he let his other hand rest on Peter’s shoulder as well, so that he was gripping Peter between both hands. “Listen, kid. Stick to the basics. Eye contact. Movement. Keep it light, and don’t focus too hard on individuals. It’ll only freak you out. You’re gonna do great, kid. Honestly, you’re definitely the smartest one out there, you got nothing to worry about.”

“People are gonna laugh,” Peter muttered, looking down at his feet. God, Flash- Flash was gonna be a total ass, he could predict it perfectly. Peter would pause, just for a moment, and Flash would do something stupid like laugh or make a stupid noise and then it would throw Peter off-

“No-one’s gonna laugh, Kid,” Tony said, before his eyes narrowed. “Unless there’s someone who’s planning on ruining it for you. Is there?”

“I dunno, Flash said some stuff earlier, but… I dunno,” Peter mumbled, biting his lip. He wished he’d been ill today. Or HYDRA had decided to attack a Macy’s or something. At least that would have been a genuine excuse.

“Flash, huh?” Tony mused quietly, peering out into the audience, “greasy looking pussy at the back, right?”

Peter laughed nervously, nodding. “Uh, yeah, that’s the one.”

Tony pulled a face, and then nodded to himself. “Okay. Okay, cool. Well listen, I’ll make sure Flash isn’t a problem, alright? Don’t worry about him.”


A sudden wave of applause filled the auditorium, and signalled Peter’s turn up. 

“Big breath. Come on, you’ll kick ass. You’re Spiderman. Or you can be me, just for a few minutes, if that’ll make it easier,” Tony assured him, patting his cheek  and smiling.


“-And now, it is my great pleasure to present to you, Peter Parker!” The Principal announced, and another round of applause burst out.

Okay. Showtime.


“Wait, kid, sunglasses!” Tony caught him before he could move, sliding them back off his face with a grin, “they’re a tad too big for you. Don’t want them sliding off whilst you’re deep in the middle of solving the world’s energy crisis.”

Peter huffed out a nervous laugh, and then did as Tony said, taking a long, deep breath before turning away and walking slowly toward the main stage.


He could do this. Tony did it all the time. He could be Tony, just for five and a half minutes, right? Tony had said he could.


His hands were still shaking a little as he stepped in front of everyone, but he felt a little braver. A little prouder. Maybe even confident.


At the back of the hall, he watched Tony slip in through the doors, more inconspicuous than Peter had ever seen him as he wandered toward the back row and grabbed a chair, leaning over the back of it and whispering something into-

Peter sighed, unable to hold back the little grin of satisfaction as Flash’s head turned to look up at him, eyes widening in a hilarious fashion as he realised, yet again, he was being told off by Tony Stark.

It was even more amusing to watch the colour drain from his face as Tony continued to whisper in his ear. He watched as Flash nodded a little jerkily, and then Tony smiled, before stepping back and leaning against the back wall, right in the middle where Peter could see him.


He grinned up when Peter made eye contact, and Peter smiled back.


He could do this.




“You did it!” 


Peter turned, smile on his face as he watched Tony jog up toward him, hands raised in a thumbs-up as he grinned over. Luckily, the presentation had been at the last period, and so Peter was free to get the fuck out and finally relax for the first time that day.

“Yeah- I think it went…well,” Peter admitted happily.

 Tony pulled a face, letting his arm fall across Peter’s shoulders and squeeze. “Uhm, you did more than ‘well’, kid- you totally blew everyone else out of the water.”

“You didn’t even see everyone else, Tony.”

He felt the shrugging gesture Tony made beside him. “I’m gonna go ahead and assume here, kid. You were great. Very Tony Stark-ish. Except with less narcissism and more genuine-ness, y’know? Never would’ve guessed you were nervous.”

Peter grimaced. “I thought I was gonna throw up the entire time.”

“Well then, you are a remarkable actor, Mr Parker,” Tony told him, “hey, how about doing my speech for me this weekend at the charity gala I am being forcibly blackmailed into attending? I have a busy schedule of sleeping and eating and I don’t want it disturbed.”

Peter laughed, giving Tony a shove, “thanks, but if it’s all the same with you, I’m never going to give a speech ever again. That was crazy. Everyone stares at you. What the hell?”

“Yeah, when you’re the only person talking in a huge auditorium, people tend to do that,” Tony huffed, shaking his head, “so damn rude of them.”

“It really is,” Peter agreed, hiking his bag up a little further on to his shoulder before turning to tony, a grin beginning to form on his face. “Hey- what did you tell Flash, by the way?”

Tony tapped his nose secretively. “None of your business.”

“Aw, come on, I see him most, it’s more my business than yours.”

“Hey, maybe I just like him. Maybe I was having a catch up, Peter, huh? You’re not special, I might be secretly mentoring him, too.”

Peter rolled his eyes, shoving Tony playfully and then grabbing his arm before he went careering to the floor. “Whoops- superstrength.”

“That was a threat, wasn’t it? I feel threatened. Again. Physical threats, this time, too- it’s getting worse-”

“Tony,” Peter whined frustratedly, “please tell me.”

Tony stopped, hand half-way to reaching his car door before turning to look back at Peter. “I told him if he made a single sound, I’d hack the school system and turn all his A* into C’s,” he admitted, before adding “is that bad? I don’t know- I tend to threaten both adults and kids alike, what can I say, I’m all about equality,” 

Peter watched, smile on his face as Tony jumped into his car and pulled his shades back on. “You did good, kid. I’ll see you ‘round,” he said, shooting Peter another thumbs up before revving the engine and pulling out of the car park.

Peter watched, shaking his head fondly. He felt kinda exhausted- the day had been stressful as fuck, and it had taken it out of him. But hey- at least it was over. And at least it hadn’t turned into a full-blown panic attack, either. That would’ve just been embarrassing.

“Thanks, Tony,” Peter muttered, waving cheerily over at a still rather horrified looking Flash from across the road before beginning to make his way down the drive.



“Wait. You got a lift?”


Peter turned, watching as Tony reversed back to him and raised an eyebrow at him curiously from the open window.

“Sorry, I don’t get in cars with strangers,” Peter deadpanned, beginning to walk forward again, hiding a fond grin as Tony just rolled forward and followed him.

“Uhh,” Tony made a face, turning around and shuffling in his car for a second before pulling out something. It was a bag of kisses, a few of them already eaten, with the wrappers thrown back in the bag. “I got candy?”

Peter broke his deadpan stare a second later, in order to laugh. Tony was a fucking idiot, honestly. “Right, okay, I’ve been convinced,” he declared, before sliding over the bonnet and opening the door on the other side.

As soon as he’d fallen in, Tony flicked him on the ear. “Ow!” He yelped, looking betrayed.

“Don’t slide your dirty school jeans over my car, you heathen,” Tony scolded, before turning back to the road and stepping on accelerate. “And don’t touch my radio. We’re listening to my music, not yours.”

Peter groaned, “ugh, but your music taste is-”

“Unless you want to get forcibly removed from this vehicle, I suggest you quit running your mouth, boy,” 

Peter looked over to him. There was silence for a stretch, before Peter muttered, “Metallica sucks.”

“RIGHT,” Tony pulled his sunglasses off, chucking them at Peter’s chest and then moving his hand to the dash where all his modified features sat, “that’s it, you’re getting ejected, buh-bye demon child-”

“TONY NO I’M SORRY I DIDN’T M-”

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The next day, Shouyou returned to the temple.

There was no use in staying at the villa—not when Kageyama would be gone, and no one left there to fill the awful hole that seemed to have opened in Shouyou’s heart.

It was different, than all the times they’d said goodbye before it. Different even than the first time, when Shouyou had thought he wouldn’t be returning month after month, to tumble from the carriage doors and run straight to where Kageyama waited, always, for him.

It was worse now, having made up his mind to stay, but having no idea when Kageyama could return to him. So Shouyou came back to the temple, to wait. At least there, he had the people he’d grown up with. He had his duties. He could try, as best he could, to be distracted.

And, as little as it was, he was not wholly without news of his centurion. For Kageyama sent him letters, as often as he was able.

The first letter came in place of the carriage that would have usually arrived to bring Shouyou to the temple. It was delivered by messenger, and Shouyou was so eager to open the wax seal with Kageyama’s insignia that he nearly ripped the paper in two. He snuck away to a secluded corner where he could read undisturbed.

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Tea Party Tears

Request: Request for batsis where she gets into a big fight with the boys or Bruce and she disappears for a bit and they try to find her? Thank you :)

A/N: changed it up just a bit, also this is Very long. Like, six pages on google docs and almost two thousand words.

Warnings: Angsty, neglect, I think that’s all?

Relationship: Batfam x Reader


You were just wanting some quality time with your family, but they were always busy. They always slept or were at school when you were awake and were always awake in the dead hours of the night while you were asleep. Your father was never really around, he had a business to run and always left after the rare occasion of eating dinner with you. Sometimes he wouldn’t be home for days, and for some strange reason, he’d always return with bruises that weren’t there when he had left.

“Daddy, will you color with me before bed?” You asked holding up you coloring book. He looked at you for a moment before nodding.

“I’ll be there in a moment sweetie.” He told you before looking back to whatever file was on his desk.

“Okay!” You said excitedly running back to your room with a skip in your step. By the time you finished your second coloring page your father still hadn’t come, with the intention of reminding him, you made your way to his office only to find the desk he was previously sitting at was abandoned.

Climbing into his big desk chair you spin yourself around and around. Your were planning on waiting  on him until Alfred knocked on the door.

“Miss Y/N?” He called softly. “I do believe it’s time for bed.”

“Okay Alfie, I was-” you cut yourself off with a yawn. “I was just waiting for daddy.” You hop down from the chair and grab Alfred’s outstretched hand. “He was going to color with me.”

“I’m afraid your father left before he could.” Alfred tells you sadly, tucking you into bed. “I’m deeply sorry.”

“You’re still coming to my tea party tomorrow right?” You ask before the old man can leave.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world Miss Y/N.” Alfred says with a smile before turning off the lights and shutting your door.


As you ate breakfast the doorbell rang. When Alfred answered it you heard two familiar voices. Stepping into the room were your two oldest brothers.

“Dickie! Jay!” You cheered running as fast as your short legs would go to engulf them in a hug.

“Hey Y/n, how are you kid!” Dick asked picking you up.

“I’m good!” You say happily. “I’m a big kid now!”

“No way!” Dick said humoring you.

“Yeah way! I’m having a tea party today, will you come?”  You asked hoping he’d say yes. “I’m helping Alfred make the tea and everything!”

“Of course we’ll come sport.” Jason told you ruffling up your hair. “Any idea where your old man is?”

“In his study, come on I’ll show you.” You tell your brothers running towards your father’s office. You open the door and don’t bother waiting for the two men who are still a couple steps behind. “Daddy, Jay and Dick are here.” He barely acknowledges you. “I was wondering if you were still coming to my tea party?”

“Yes of course.” He said not looking up at you. With a big grin, you giggle and run out of his office to help Alfred bake cookies. Putting the delicious treats into the oven, Alfred lifts you up to set the timer.

“While those bake, why don’t you go find Master Tim and Damian, and see if they’d like to come to your special day.” He says grabbing some cleaning supplies from the closet. “And I’ll clean up the kitchen.”

“Okay Alfie!” You cheer running through the halls of the manner. Knocking on your brothers door, you push it open to find him half asleep on his bed.

“Timmy, will you come to my tea party? It’d mean a lot.”

“Huh? Sure Y/n whatever you say.” Tim says groggily, lifting his head up before letting it fall back onto his pillow. With an excited smile you shut the door to his room.

“Night Timmy.” You whisper loudly giggling before going off to find the youngest of your older brothers. You catch him feeding Titus, your favorite of his pets. “Hi Dami!”

“Hello Y/N.” he sighs looking at you with his hands on his hips.

“Will you come to my tea party today please?” You ask sweetly with your hands placed behind your back.

“Tt, I probably have more important duties to do, but I’ll try.” Damian tells you. You expected some type of Bitterness from him though. After all, it was Damian, his only emotion just happened to be bitterness.

“Great! I’ll see you there Damian!” You say trotting back to the kitchen where Alfred was pulling out the cookies. Your party was going to be the best!


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221fandomwitches  asked:

destiel prompt if you want: au. witch!cas. dean (human) is a security guard at a museum, and at night cas sneaks in to get an bone for a spell. dean confronts him, but cas is too cute to arrest.

Hey, thanks! This one was a lot of fun :)

AO3

Castiel pulled the hood of his jacket up as he walked down the damp sidewalk, still wet from the rain, and crouched down next to the back door.

This was such a bad idea.

He shook his head and pursed his lips. No use in turning back after two weeks of deliberating.

After quickly glancing in both directions to make sure no one was heading in his direction (not that he was expecting anyone to at three in the morning), he shook the door handle.

Locked, obviously.

Castiel murmured a few words under his breath and blew a quick puff of air into the keyhole, smiling when he heard a satisfying click. The gears shifted into place.

The door only creaked a little when he opened it and slipped through.

The more steps that he took inside the museum, the more sure he was that this was a bad idea. When had he decided to live a life of crime?

He paused, taking a deep breath to calm himself. This wasn’t a life of crime. This was one crime that wasn’t even going to hurt anyone, and then he was going to call it a day -  forever.

As he quietly made his way through the dim hallways, he mentally ran through the list of ingredients that were needed for the spell. Most of them were easy enough to find, some would take a little bit of creativity, and one - the most important ingredient - had to be a bone shaving. Sure, he could have settled for some kind of fish bone he picked out of his dinner or something, but when it came to spells that helped you see into the future, the older the bone, the clearer the vision. The clearer the vision, the more his client was willing to pay.

And, well -

Castiel stopped as he turned the corner and looked up at the massive skeletal remains of a triceratops.

You couldn’t get much older than this.

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“I’m too old for this kidnapping bullshit,” Tony whispered, shivering, and tugged the collar of his shirt tighter around his neck in a futile attempt to block out the freezing rain. Forty-five years old and still being carted around like so much luggage. God.

He didn’t think about how glad he was that there was no sand, no heat, no bright lights in the dark. He didn’t think about how glad he was to break out of a building instead of a cave. He didn’t think about how no one had come for him, and what that meant for the monsters that had been screaming when he’d been taken.

The forest was cold, and as much as the conifers blocked the onslaught of rain, they did little to protect Tony from the rain dripping off the needles and onto him. He tucked himself in the lee of a larger tree, taking a few deep breaths, but it hurt—every gasp hurt. The metal casing was cold in his chest, making the skin around it burn and then spread out into a dull ache. His fingers were beginning to go numb.

He was going to die out here.

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Right Under Their Noses

This was a request for @omg-gilliankazoo-me made.. a while ago.. Sorry it took so long and also ended up being longer then intended… Anyway enjoy!


Dick was more than a little conflicted. The woman that held hands with his adoptive father seemed nice enough, but a beautiful face had become a problem on multiple different occasions.  

His eyes scanned around the cabin of Bruce’s private plane and he could feel his foot start to tap with a nervous edge, if she wanted, this would be the perfect place to pull the rug out from under them and reveal herself to be the mastermind she was. Granted his paranoid thoughts were brought on by history rather than by any actions that she had taken, but one could never be too careful.

“Don’t stare too hard or she’s going to know somethings up,” his brother Tim stated as he typed away on his laptop.

“There’s not much else to stare at, we haven’t even taken off yet,” Dick whispered back slightly annoyed. “Have you found anything yet?”

“No,” Tim says solemnly. “No bombs, no tracking signals, no guns.”

“It’s almost like she’s just Bruce’s girlfriend,” a harsh voice comments.

Dick’s blue eyes shift to meet his other brother, Jason, who hadn’t even bothered to move his eyes from the window to acknowledge Dick’s presence.

“And how many times have they just been his girlfriend?” Dick questions tersely.

Jason rolls his eyes in consent but adds, “the kid seems to be all right with her.”

Dick’s gaze slides back over to where Bruce and the woman were sitting and met green eyes glaring at him from in between the seats. Dick had to admit that it was strange for Damian to have taken a liking to anyone, and he was surprised how quickly his youngest brother had formed an attachment to the woman.

“That makes it even worse, what if she’s mind controlled them somehow?”

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” Tim adds.

Jason’s eyes left the window to look at the concern laced in his older brother’s eyes. He shifted his gaze to the woman and Bruce. As much as he hated it, he couldn’t agree with Dick that the woman had Bruce under some sort of mind control or was manipulating him and the kid for her own gain. She looked at him with just as much admiration that he gave her.

“Whatever,” he mumbles casting his gaze back to the tarmac.

“The plane is clean,” Tim pipes up.

“She must be planning something for when we land,” Dick mumbles.

“A kidnapping maybe?” Tim muses. “Maybe we should try and subdue her now. She wouldn’t be able to take on the five of us.”

“I’m not helping you idiots,” Jason adds his eyelids falling shut.

“Four of us,” Tim corrects.

“Bruce wouldn’t help us either and Damian probably won’t.”

“Two of us, those aren’t very good odds.”

“When we land we just need to get her alone, then we can strike and find out what her plan is.”

“I would like to posit one last time that she’s probably a normal woman.”

Tim and Dick roll their eyes at Jason.

“Why are you even here?” Dick questions. “I didn’t think that you would have actually wanted to come on vacation with us.”

“She invited me,” Jason responds with a shrug, “and that invitation came with a promise of my own room at the opposite end of the hotel, so the only time I have to spend with you losers is on the plane ride here and back.”

“She got to you too,” Dick mutters, arms crossing over his chest indignantly.

There were a few moments of silence before that door to the private plane finally shut and one of two stewardesses came to give safety instructions. Not to long after the plane was in the air, Dick searched his carry-on bag for any inflight entertainment.

‘Shit’ he thought when he opened the bag and realized that the only thing that he had with him was his half-charged cellphone. Dick slammed his head back onto the headrest, ready to spend the hours long flight in complete boredom.

Twenty minutes later a warm hand slipped onto Dicks shoulder, catching his attention. He felt his cheeks warm when his gazed met the ruby red lipped smile of the stewardess.

“I was asked to give this to you,” she said politely. The woman slipped a tablet into his hands. “Internet is already to go.”

“Thank you?”

“Oh, it’s no problem, your mother had us prepare them, she was worried that one of you might forget to bring something.”

“She’s not my mother,” Dick states flatly, the butterflies from the pretty stewardess gone. As he turns forward in his seat.

His sudden cold demeanor startled the woman and she almost flinched back from him.

“S-sorry,” she says walking away quickly.

Dick’s eyes find themselves on the woman who had fallen rather silent now as she tapped away on the device she had on her lap. Seemingly able to feel his eyes on her she looked at him and flashed him a small smile. Dick quickly cut his eyes away from the woman, afraid that if he looked at her he would find himself smiling back at her.

***

“Are Dick and Tim mad at me?” you ask softly. Bruce’s blue orbs slide worriedly over to meet yours and the and on your waist, gives you a reassuring squeeze and uses the other to hit the button to call the elevator.

“Not that I know of, why?”

“On the plane,” you start, “it seemed like they weren’t happy to be there, and since I’m the one who thought it would be a good idea to bring them I thought that maybe that they were a little angry.”

“I’m sure it’s nothing,” Bruce says with a smile.

“Maybe we should have spent more time together back at home rather than just up and bringing them on a vacation,” you muse as the elevator doors close and the compartment starts to go up the shaft. “We’ve been dating for almost a year, but they don’t really know me, I imagine it’s uncomfortable being on a trip with a stranger.”

The elevator open to the top floor, the floor that Bruce had rented for the duration of your vacation.

“Maybe,” he says after thinking on it for some time.

The suite that you, Bruce and Damian would be staying was located at the end of the hall. Each of the boys had all already gone to their rooms, seemingly finding being in your and Bruce’s presence for a few extra minutes while you finished checking in simply unbearable.

You hadn’t let Bruce know, but he’d already figured out the fact that the boys weren’t comfortable around you nagged at the back of your mind. When you first got serious about your relationship with Bruce, he’d told you what to expect with his children, that they all had their guards up in one way or another, but you hadn’t expected them to hold you at arm’s length the way they did, to not even try to get to know you.

You entered the large penthouse suite and felt your heart flutter slightly at the size of it all. You still weren’t used to the lavishness of which Bruce lived, and he was very nonchalant about it all.

“We could have fit everyone in here,” you comment as you wander around the suite, admiring the cream-colored walls and cool black marble of the floor.

“No one wants to spend vacation in the room with their parents,” he says absently.

You feel a blush run over your cheeks but you don’t say anything.

There was a knock on the door, Bruce being closest opens the door and reveals a bell hop and a maid.

“Hello, Mr. Wayne, we’ve brought your luggage, and can put it all away for you if you would like.”

“Sure,” he says with the smile and moves aside to let both in.

The maid and the bell hop come inside with the first of your bags and greet you with a smile when they see you.

“Which bedroom?” she questions you.

“Um, the Master Bedroom I guess,” you say awkwardly, slightly uncomfortable with the idea of having someone trifle through your things.

Noticing your nerves, Bruce smiles, “Why don’t you explore the hotel, I’ll make sure everything gets set up properly.”

“Okay,” you say with a relieved smile.

One of the bedroom doors opens and reveals the youngest Wayne.

“Have they brought the bags up yet?” Damian asks.

“Just now,” you smile, “Why don’t you come explore the hotel with me while we wait for them to unpack everything?”

Damian’s green eyes blink at you for a moment before he nods his head in agreement.

“It would be best to scout out our surroundings in a foreign place.”

You toss a raised eyebrow at Bruce who shakes his head slightly embarrassed.

“Come on then,” you say with a smile.

 

“I’m telling you she’s up to something,” Dick says angrily.

“So, she just had Bruce fly us all to the Bahamas, rent out the top floor of an extremely popular hotel and gave us our own separate rooms, that we asked for by the way, so that she could what? Relax us to death?” Jason quips.

“It’s not like bad guys have never had overly complicated plans before,” Tim adds.

“I just don’t understand why you guys can’t be happy the Bruce has found a normal woman for once and let them be.”

“Because nothing that happens to him is ever normal, Jason!” Dicks says exasperatedly. “Who does he talk to outside of us or the league? No one. He goes to work in the morning as Bruce Wayne, he comes home at Night and is the Batman, there’s no in between, no down time. Then ten months ago, this woman just shows up and they’re dating and he gives her a job at the company?”

“It’s not like he’s never dated before or given someone a job,” Jason states with a raised eyebrow.

“Yeah, but all of them had a history,” Tim adds in as he pulls his laptop from his bag.

“What?”

“She’s a ghost Jason, no past, no present, and if we have anything to say about it, no future.”

“Not even a fake I.D.?” Jason asks standing behind Tim has he watches him pull up the woman’s file on the screen.

“Just a name and a birthdate,” Tim says solemnly.

“Bruce would know all of this then,” Jason states, “Why wouldn’t he tell us at least so we could be on our guard.”

“Blackmail, maybe she has something over him.”

“You do know we are talking about Batman, right?”

“Like I said earlier, brainwashing” Dicks says.

“The kid too?” Jason questions.

“It would explain why he warmed up to her so fast.”

“Guys,” Dick states looking at his brothers, “We’ve got to break whatever hold she’s got on them and fast before she carries out whatever her plan is. Then when they’re free we put her in jail just like we do with all of the other bad guys.”

“Shouldn’t we question her? Figure out what it is she actually wants?”

“Yeah, I mean that was part of the arrest her thing, but I figured that was implied.”

There was an awkward silence as the boys looked at each other.

“Hey guys,” a voice called from the door a long with a knock.

Dick went to open the door and found the woman there standing with Damian looking expectantly at him.

“We were going to go explore the hotel, any of you want to come?” She asked with a wide smile. Her tone seemed happy, and the crinkle of the skin around her eyes made the question seem genuine, but Dick couldn’t help but think of all of the women who’d come before and how real they seemed.

“We are actually on our way back to our rooms, jet leg,” he said curtly. He felt his heart stir slightly when the smile dropped off her face in disappointment and squashed it down inside of him.

Damian looked at him skeptically with a raised eyebrow and a questioning cock of his head, “So weak that you couldn’t handle a quick flight Grayson? We didn’t even change time zones.”

“Yeah well, this was short notice and I didn’t sleep well on the plane,” Dick adverted his eyes from the pair and though he could tell that he was being absurdly childish, he couldn’t stop his annoyed tone.

“All right then,” she said with a nice tone and a pleasant smile but none of the warmth reached her eyes. “It’s just me and Damian then.”

Dick watched as the pair walked down to the hall toward the elevator and then closed the door behind him.

“You could stop being such an asshole to her, if she’s this evil genius you claim she is, you’re going to let her know that you are on to her.” Jason comments from the bed looking over the files on Tim’s laptop.

“I can’t help it.” Dick says plopping down on one of the chairs close to the bed, “it just comes out when I talk to her.”

“We should get some data on her,” Tim says only half listening to the conversation as he fiddled with a small camera that he pulled out of his backpack. “We don’t know anything about her and fighting blindly isn’t smart, we should follow her while she’s walking around the resort.”

Jason and Dick lock eyes with each other and nod in agreement.

“Let’s go do some recon then.”

*** 

It wasn’t hard to tell that the boys were following you. You’d caught Jason’s eye not too long after you entered the dining room and you’d probably would have shrugged him off if he had broken eye contact with you like he normally does, instead his overly friendly gaze caused you to be more aware of your surroundings. After that your keen eyes caught sight of Tim at a corner table in the hotels dining room enjoying whatever food was placed in front of him rather inconspicuously. As you and Damian moved to check out the gift shop, you’d spotted Dick halfheartedly flirting with the bartender not too far away from the store.

“What do you think?” Damian questioned as he turned to show you the pair of sun glasses that he had slipped on.

“Very practical,” you answered absentmindedly after glassing at the wide black frames on the small boy’s head.

Noticing your lack of attention, he turned to gaze at his brother who was pretending to be flattered by the bartender’s attention.

“They think you’re some kind of evil mastermind,” he comments nonchalantly as he placed the frames back on the stand, deciding he didn’t like the feel of the cheap plastic.

“They said that?” you ask worriedly.

“More or less,” he said with a shrug, “I read their lips on the plane, they thought you were going to try and kidnap us, I’m sure they still have the same concerns.”

“Why would they think that?”

“Father doesn’t have the very best taste in women. And besides they aren’t completely wrong about you, are they?”

You meet the green eyes of the small boy and roll yours with a sight, “I’m not saying they don’t have a need to be wary I just thought that your father would have told them about me already.”

“We aren’t exactly open with our secrets,” he says fiddling with a beige pair of glasses that caught his eyes. “How would you tell them that your significant other is a former assassin and is not going to try and kill you.”

“No wonder they hate me so much,” you say with a sigh. “I specifically asked Bruce if they knew about me.”

“That’s a question open to several interpretative answers,” Damian said looking at himself in the shop mirror before shaking his head and placing the pair of glasses back.

“I’ll be back,” you mumble.

“Hey, how much are these?” Damian asks the shop owner who rolls his large weary eyes at the demanding boy.

“They’re imported,” he responds gruffly, “So they cost more, than the others.

The boy waves you away with a hand as he continues to pursue the selection of the shop.

Making your way over to the bar where Dick sat you take a seat next to him.

“So, are you here with your family?” asks the brunette bartender asks Dick ignoring your presence.

“Yes,” he says abstinently as he sharp blue eyes meet yours skeptically.

“Can I have a beer please?” you ask sweetly trying to get her attention.

“Yeah, sure,” she says not meeting your gaze. “How long are you here for?”

“Oh, only a week,” you say interrupting, “I would have planned for longer but we have better service back home and I didn’t know how long I could deal with rude bartenders.”

She cuts her amber eyes at you ready with a snarky comment but your words finally register in her mind.

“Oh! Is this your mo-“

“No,” Dick interjects turning his body to face you entirely, “Can you bring me a beer too, please?”

“S-sure.”

The two of you sit in silence for a moment but when she comes back with two glasses and two bottles of whatever the house beer was. You push aside the glass and take swig from the bottle and put it back on the bar.

Dick does the same watching you warily.

“We need to talk,” you say watching as he places the bottle down.

“Going to confess?” he questions with a raised eyebrow.

“Maybe,” you say looking around the room catching the curious eyes of his other brothers who snapped their attention away from you when you caught them staring. “I’m just worried my confession won’t be as devious as you suspect it of being. Kidnapping isn’t a specialty of mine, after all.”

“You were listening?”

“No, but a little bird told me.”

“Damian,” he says with a roll of his eyes.

“Get your brothers and come to our room after you guys are all done down here,” you say patting him on the shoulder.  “I’ll answer any questions you guys have, okay?”

His blue orbs meet yours and with a sigh he nods his head before taking another swig of his drink.

You smile and pick up your bottle and walk back to the gift shop where you left Damian.

Dick watches with a frown as he watches Damian almost perk up at your return and how he follows you the way a hatchling would follow the mother duck.

“Get anything?” Jason questions as he comes up to Dick’s side Tim coming up behind him.

“Wants us to meet her in Bruce’s room, said that she’d tell us everything.”

“Should we go?”

“I don’t think it’s a trap,” Tim says, “There doesn’t seem to be anything particularly suspicious about the resort, nothing delivered out of the ordinary, normal population, and normal crime rate.”

“So, safe,” Jason says with a shrug. “At least here on the resort. If it’s just her in the room we can take her.”

Dick downs the rest of his drink before standing up, “Let’s go then.”

 ***

Bruce took a sip of his drink as he sat against the couch with crossed legs flipping through the pages of a book that he’d brought with him. Next to him Damian did the same. Their relaxed attitude completely at odds with the tense posture of the boys who sat with you at the small dining table.

The table around you was silent and you bit your lip in hesitation.  You let out a sigh and rubbed the back of your neck nervously and then took a sip of the margarita placed in front of you.

“When Damian was five, I left the League of Assassins,” you state looking in each pair of blue eyes.

You watched as they digested your words and the idea ran through their minds.

“W-what?” Dick speaks up first. He’d certainly suspected that you were who you said you were but he wasn’t expecting you to be so…forthcoming with the information.

“You all enjoy saving people, don’t you?” You question.

The boys don’t say anything just stare at you still stunned.

“Even if you get a little lost on the way,” you say eyes lingering on Jason’s form. “Bruce has instilled in you the want to help people, to protect people. And if you wanted to stop being your ‘other selves’, I’m sure you’d still find ways to help people, because it’s a part of who you are now.”

You swish the drink in your glass around, watching the ice melt slowly, “It was like that for me when I was a part of the league. Except, I couldn’t stop killing people. There wasn’t a moment in my mind when I wasn’t consumed by rage, or the urge to get my next target. That kind of thing wares on a person, even if they don’t realize it.”

“Well, you did, stop I mean,” Tim starts, “Seeing as you’re here now. How did that happen?”

You take a sip of your drink, “I was six when an assassin from the league was hired to kill my parents and they took me as a bonus. I was 13 when Bruce left the League. I never got a chance to meet him or talk with him, but I was old enough to understand that there was a hole that he left there. And that it gave Ra’s al Ghul a rage that we hadn’t really seen before.

“I-we, trained hard. Kids like me were told that we were given a second chance at life at the whim of the League and that we shouldn’t even dare to think about being defiant the way that Bruce had been, and we didn’t, we weren’t. We wanted to do things that made the people who we thought of as our parents happy. If that meant killing an old man or a baby we did it. And it when on like this for years,

“I was 16 when I met Talia for the first time. We were, close, as close as the two of us could be. When she had Damian, I was there. And for the first years of his life I cared for him. She was happy with the arrangement, since mothering never came naturally to Talia, and I got to have a small family that was all my own. When He was four and just climbed his first mountain. Both she and Ra’s were ecstatic about it and I watched as they put him through the same training that I was forced to do. And he progressed fast. Every day I watched him grow and get stronger, harder, deadlier.

“When he was away from me, I worried about what type of danger he was in, what was she teaching him, how was she corrupting him.”

“You loved him,” Dick states watching as the boy’s green eyes flash over to his momentarily.

“I adored him,” you correct with a smile on your face. “And I thought that I would eventually be able to let go like that but I couldn’t. The more attached that I got to Damian the more I realized that I couldn’t stand what I was doing. Killing people didn’t make me happy anymore, it just made me worry for him,

“When I asked Ra’s if I could detach myself from the mission side of the organization he agreed. I was so happy, all I would have to do was one last mission, and I could finally have some sort of peace.”

“What was the mission?” Jason questions.

“Murder a diplomat’s daughter, it was for revenge. The man had crossed the League in some way and I had to take care of it. It was nothing I hadn’t done before, so I thought it would be easy. Of course, it wasn’t. When I snuck into her room and saw that she wasn’t any older than Damian, I couldn’t do it, and so I ran and I never went back

“I travelled for a couple of years’ land made money doing jobs as a mercenary as well as I could eventually Talia came for me and after what was supposed to be a fight to the death ended in a stalemate, she told me that she’d left Damian, in the care of his father and I couldn’t help but want to find him and see what type of heathen’s care she’d left Damian in.”

“And you found Bruce.”

“Exactly, and then I told him my story. He allowed me to work for him and gave me a new name.”

“That can’t be all there is too it, how did you convince him to help you?”

“Damian helped, the rest is private,” you say with a teasing smile on your face causing the faces of the boys to flush in embarrassment and elicit a chuckle from Bruce.

“I can’t tell you everything I’ve done, or who I’ve hurt, I don’t want to go back to that place, but I hope you know I want nothing more than to protect not just Damian, but you guys too,” you end with a warm smile on your face.

“Also,” Bruce interjects, “If she was an evil mastermind you all did a horrible job at letting her know that you were on to her. That whispering you were doing on the plane, absolutely horrible.”

“It was a small space, the sound probably bounced off the walls, we were perfectly stealthy,” Dick rationalizes.

“I told you that you both were being ridiculous,” Jason says pushing himself away from the table, standing up and stretching.

“It’s not like she wasn’t an assassin though, she’s just the good kind,” Tim says with a shrug and then turns his attention to you, “Sorry we thought you were going to kidnap us.”

“It’s no big deal, I’m happy that you all are so proactive. There so much I could teach you all,” you saw swooning slightly, “Non-lethal things of course.”

“Sorry for thinking you were an evil monster,” Dick said sheepishly. “Hopefully we can get to know each other while on vacation.”

“Weeelll,” you start your fingers fidgeting slightly, “Technically I’m the only one on vacation.”

“What?” Jason questioned suddenly reengaging in the conversation.

“You didn’t actually think I was going to leave Gotham for a week unprotected without a reason, did you?” Bruce interjected.

“So, this,” Dick motioned to the room, “Is part of the mission,”

“If it makes you feel better, I picked out the hotels and the rooms, wanted you to be comfortable when you come back to rest,” you say with a sweet smile.

“Ugh,” the three boys groan in unison.

“Honestly, you all were so distracted you didn’t notice the obvious recon that Ummi and I were doing earlier,” Damian says haughtily.

You flush at the term of endearment, but only Bruce seems to notice as he glances over at you with a smile.

“What recon?” Tim questions skeptically, glancing between the two of you.

“The man at the gift shop is a smuggler,” you say matter of factly, “We believe that he is smuggling ingredients into the island for Scarecrow and a new fear toxin he’s working on.”

“What?!” They question.

“And the woman who was working the bar, is the daughter of one of the chemists act the facility,” Damian said bringing up an image on his phone showing the bartender hugging a woman in a lab coat.

“Why, didn’t you say anything?” Tim questioned Bruce.

“A house divided can’t stand,” Bruce said simply, “You all were so worried about what she might do you didn’t pay attention to your surroundings. There is already a chance that some of us may accidently get exposed to the toxin, so I brought you as back up. But having you distracted by the fear that you all built up would have made the situation almost impossible to navigate.”

The boys look away slightly ashamed.

“Well then,” you say finishing off your drink. “You boys better get ready, the suns about to set and the quicker you wrap this up the quicker we can have an actual vacation.”

Dick looks at you with a smirk, “Let’s get started then.”

Little witch (Part 9)

Pairings: Peter x reader

Word count: 2 165

Summary: The reader is raised by Hydra but manages to escape after they kill her parents. She is emotionally unstable and can’t control her powers. The Avengers rescue her and give her everything she missed form life and wanted to feel. But would her new found love be enough to extinguish her desire for revenge? What would be the side she would choose to rely on? Will she be ready to face the real her?

A/N: I’m so so sorry for posting it so late. I hope you like it and i promise to post the next part soon. I want to thank you all for the support. I have no idea how I got so many followers because of this story ♥ Please tell me what you thing :3 Enjoy! 

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“I detected something.”, the captain informed the others, “Her helicopter is just below us.”

“I don’t want to ruin your moment but there’s nothing below us.”, Tony stated as he went closer to Steve and looked at the monitor.  

“She must have activated the invisible shield so we cannot see her, but the ship is on the ground.”

The passengers put their seatbelts on while Steve landed the helicopter. Once they were outside,  the Avengers were greeted by the frightening view. Wanda looked away and covered her mouth, Steve just closed his eyes for a moment. Everyone was stunned.  Vision was the first one to reach the bodies of the dead children.

“I understood now why she had decided to come.”, Nobody else dared to speak. The grey and icy place filled with death and ash shouldn’t be disturbed.

“We better go.”, Clint broke the silence. Pointing out (Y/N)’s steps formed in the ash, the man led the avengers towards Hydra’s base.


“It’s all in my head. You are not real! You cannot be real!”, (Y/N) kept saying this out loud but more to herself rather than to the people in front of her.

“Oh, sweetheart. We are more than real.”, the woman couldn’t stop grinning but from what was hard to be said. She was sitting on a chair with her legs crossed and a file in her hands. She had shoulder long brown hair. Her face looked young, with sharp features and sleek skin. The only thing giving away the ages were the wrinkles on her neck. (Y/N) looked again at her, trying to believe what she had heard. Her brain was against all of this. It whispered her that everything was an illusion, a false reality she should not believe in but once she met those grey eyes of the woman she knew. She knew that that was the reality, that the woman and the man in front of her were indeed her…

“Family.”, the man spoke, “Our family is together again.”

“My parents died some months ago. I saw them being killed.”

“You think we would really do this!?”

“You can be our daughter but we won’t risk our lives and mission because of you.”, the woman, whose name was Amanda, informed the girl. Although the words hurt the witch, she gulped and tried to understand the whole situation.

“Then why did you do that? I don’t understand anything!”, finally the power of her voice came back, “Why was I locked here and tortured while you were able to stop it!?”, with each world, her tone was getting louder and louder.

“We didn’t want to.”

“Wha- ”, (Y/N) tried to protest, to shout, to cry, to do something but she couldn’t.

“I thought you could have at least inherited my intelligence but no. Just like your father. Never knowing what’s going on.”, Amanda stood up and went to a near table. It was far but the girl was still able to see what was on it – nothing good.

“The kidnap, it was all fake. We planned this for months and I’m happy it went well. I was scared the civilians would scream and try to help you but the money we gave to the soldiers was enough to stop the people. It’s amazing what money can do to humanity, don’t you think?”, her mother was still with her back towards the girl and (Y/N) wasn’t able to see what she was doing.

“Why did you bring me here? Why did you lie to me and did this thing?”

“You were, how old, six or seven? I can’t remember and I don’t care. Too young but still old enough to understand it. We are the leaders of this base, (Y/N)! We were given time and recourses to achieve our mission. Thinking about what would happen to you never occurred to me, to be honest. I thought only about the success. And when you were the only one showing a problem with your abilities I was obliged to do everything to unlock them.”

“Didn’t you feel sorry about doing this to me? To your daughter!?”, (Y/N) screamed and the floor shaken slightly due to her powers.  The woman laughed and turned around carrying and injection with a green substance in it.

“No.”, Amanda said calmly and sat on the chair opposite her child, “Torturing you was the only way to keep you alive. So you better thank me not blame me.”

“You should have let me die.”, (Y/N) calmed down her rage, “You have no idea how many times I wanted this. How many times I was so close to ending my life. And you could have stopped me only because you need me as a weapon. I desired to see you again, to hug you and hear the words ‘I love you’, to tell me that everything was fine and we could go.”

“You should stop living in such a fairy tale. Life isn’t like that.”, her father spoke which made the girl look at him. He had been here for the whole time and after the first seconds she had forgotten about him.

“You must look at the big picture not at the details. You are a weapon, my weapon and I will use you whatever it takes. When you escaped I hoped you have died somewhere so no one would understand about you being a failure. I didn’t want to lose my head because of you being a disgrace. But I was wrong.”, the woman stood again and start walking towards the girl. (Y/N) was moving in order to escape and get away from that person she was supposed to call mother, “You have no idea how blessed you are for being trained by the avengers. Now, your powers are raging inside you, ready to explode and ruin everything. I cannot miss such an opportunity, darling.”, Despite her soft hands, the grip on (Y/N)’s face was strong enough to make her stop moving. Seconds later the girl felt a strong pain in her neck as the injection had went though her skin. It didn’t take much until the liquid had reached her brain. The things in front of her were blurring and spinning. She blinked several times but it didn’t get better. The girl tried to use her powers but had no energy for that.

“What are you doing to me?!”

“Something we are very popular with – brainwashing.”, the envy smile was the last thing (Y/N) saw.

“Why aren’t there any guards?”, Peter asked as the avengers reached the base.

“I think they were occupied with (Y/N).”, Tony stated, “Jarvis scanned the building. Some are coming towards us but most are deep down probably protecting something, or somebody.”

“So, Clint, I, Tony and Bruce will make you a way and keep the agents occupied. You go.”, Nat announced.

The group waited until Iron man, Black widow, Hawkeye and Hulk cleared their way. Once it was done the others broke into the base without any problems. Steve and Vision took left, while Thor, Wanda and Peter took right. They were walking in silence as every one of them was immersed in their thoughts. Nobody was surprised by the fact Peter didn’t speak. They all knew how close they had become and the fact that Peter was in love with the girl. The avengers were so happy for them, especially Wanda and Tony. For Tony Peter was like a son. He loved him although he tried to cover it with his sarcasm as he tended to do. Wanda felt (Y/N) as her own sister and was glad to see her adapt with the avengers and slowly falling in love finally able to feel like a normal teenager with superpowers.

“Now…where?”, Thor questioned. They had three options – along, left or right.

“I’m for left.”

“You can sense her?”, Peter asked filled with hope but Wanda’s answer ruined his beliefs.

“No, Peter. See the mountain of bodies.”, Thor and Peter looked left and saw the whole corridor covered in blood and dead men.

Peter was shocked. ‘Had (Y/N) done that?’, he couldn’t believe what he saw and despite the view, he wasn’t going to give up on her. He knew she was dangerous but everyone needed to be shown a path of good and he was willing to give it to her.

“Let’s go, we are running out of time!”, Peter was running through the bodies not caring about them.  The little witch was the only thing in his head. Wanda and Thor kept up with him until they reached what they were looking for.

“It’s not working.”, an angry voice reached (Y/N)’s ears. She was in that condition when you are neither asleep nor awake. She was and wasn’t here. She knew she was under an opiate. It created so many illusions that kept her on the edge. Real and Surreal. What should she trust? She kept seeing Peter coming but not rescuing her. He had been telling her she was a monster, weapon, dangerous. That he was ashamed of her and he never meant the lovely things he had said. Deep inside she knew it wasn’t true but the words…He, real or not, was right. She was a killing machine, not deserving love, family, anything.

“Why isn’t it working, Samuel?”

“I – I don’t k-know.”, the man stuttered, “I tested it several times and it worked.”

“I need it to work on everybody! I will make it on my own.”, a sound of a gun shooting echoed through the room. It affected (Y/N) and she slightly opened her eyes for some seconds. The woman was nearing her carrying another injection in her hands.

“Calm down, darling. We are not finished, yet.”, Amanda was inches away from her when somebody started beating the door. The woman turned around and when she realized what was about to happen, she hurried to inject the girl. The needle was in her neck when the door broke and flew across the room. Amanda crouched in order to keep her face safe.

When Peter saw his precious girl tied on a chair looking dead and with an injection in her skin, he ran towards her. Taking the needle out he tried to bring her back.

“(Y/N), (Y/N)! Hey, listen to be sweetheart! I’m here, you are fine.”, but the girl was drugged and the effects of it weren’t disappearing that fast.

“Don’t you dare move!”, Wanda shouted. Peter turned around and saw a woman holding a knife and struggling to get out of Wanda’s magic hold.

“What have you done to her?”, Peter screamed at the woman but received a laugh. The boy turned around to face the girl and untied her.

“You can’t save her.”, the tone sent shivers down his spine. Something in the way she had said that made him believe the spoken. ‘No!’ He was going to save her, to protect and care about her and nothing was going to stop him from that. Peter took one of (Y/N)’s hands and put it on his shoulders trying to keep her up. As he was about to call Thor for help he saw him falling on the ground. Wanda loosened her magic grip on the woman with the knife in shock. The woman used this opportunity and stuck the cold weapon in his thigh. Screaming in agony, Peter lost balance and was going to fall on the ground but with the other leg he managed to stay up. (Y/N) groaned at those movements. Peter’s muscles were on fire. He had experienced worse things and holding a girl wasn’t supposed to be hard for him. As Peter was struggling with taking the knife away, Wanda was fighting with agents that had appeared without the three avengers noticing. Thor had been hit by a device that knocked him out. Using her powers, Wanda was doing good but for now.

“Peter, hurry!”, but the boy’s scream made her look away. She saw that the woman had injured the spider-boy. Scarlet witch didn’t know what to do and the seconds it took her to decide, she felt her body paralyzing and falling on the ground.

Spiderman saw his two partners lying on the floor, (Y/N)’s body seemed heavier and heavier with each minute passing.

“Peter.”, (Y/N) murmured and tried to open her eyes but still in vain.

“Karen…help.”, but the voice in his suit wasn’t answering him.

“I told you boy.”, the woman that had attacked him was now in front of him and grinning with satisfaction, “The knife was poisoned, that’s why you are feeling so weak.” , Peter found it hard to breathe and stay up.

“We-”, he spoke but fell on his knees dropping the girl’s body, “escape.”

“I don’t think so. Tie them!”, Amanda shouted at the soldiers around her. The four superheroes’ bodies were being dragged while the (Y/N)’s mother was muttering something.

“What would be better that having the avengers as our own bitches?”

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❝ You saved a man!! ❞

Plot: You’re one of Korea’s top surgeon and there’s an accident in Big Hit Bulding and you’ve to perform an emergency surgeon in front of the guys. 

Words count: 2,3k+

Genre: “Real life”?? 

For anon, I hope you like it cutie! - M. 

Gif aren’t mine, credits to the owner! ♥

P.S. Y/N’s older than Jimin because she couldn’t be one of Korea Top Doctor if she was Jimin’s age. 

It was two years that you didn’t see Jimin, either because of his schedules but also of yours. You were dating for a few months when you were teenagers, but your crush hadn’t diminished over the years and despite the distance, you were left in excellent relationships.  

So when he asked you to see you, because he knew you were back in Korea after two years of absence because of your work, your heart had made a deadly leap and the smile had no longer left your face.  

You were older than Jimin, to tell the truth, was your younger brother the person who had made you know, but he had always been more mature than his age and it was for that reason that you had developed feelings for him.  

Despite the agitation of that day, you had decided in less than twenty minutes what to wear and you were extremely satisfied with your outfit. Nothing too sexy but not too chaste, yes you wanted to win him over somehow because you still liked Park Jimin.  By checking your phone you wrote a message to him, telling him that you were out of the building and that you couldn’t get in as they had perfectly made you understand it wanted the pass.  

You watched in the reflection of a showcase nearby, wishing to have put less lip gloss and wondering if those shoes matched the skinny jeans you wore at that time.  

“To Hell, I’m fine so…” You murmured when a hand tapped on your shoulder and his reflection in the showcase smiled at you.  

And that was another blow to the heart for you because you didn’t know how it was possible but he had become a thousand time handsome than you remembered.  

Slowly you turned and his smile became even more gentle and especially bright, as he opened his arms and allowed you to hide among them. It was a hug full of meaning, of words that didn’t need to be said. You laid your chin against his shoulder, with heels you could reach his height, forcefully clenching your arms around his waist and fully inhaling his scent that still had some effect on you.  

“You’re even more beautiful than I remembered!”  

“And you even more inclined to flirt.”  

Jimin burst to laugh, moving little to be able to look into your eyes while moving a strand of hair behind your ear.  The butterflies in your stomach have begun to dance, you can even feel your legs shaking and your hands, pressed gently against his back, tremble in the same way as your legs.  

“Can we g-go inside..? I wouldn’t want your fans to think anything strange if they see us… ”  

He simply nodded and loosened the grip on you, transforming the hug and leaving only a hand resting against your back in order to guide you. You didn’t remember that jimin so at ease, but you liked it because for once his shyness didn’t interrupt any kind of contact.  

You followed him quietly, observing the building and listening carefully to what he told you and remaining fascinated by the fact that they had just moved and the achievements they reached. Obviously, you know them, you’re a fan of BTS even if you never admitted it with him and at the bottom of your heart you always knew that they would achieve a worldwide success.  

Jimin continued to speak, without ever leaving your side and especially without moving the hand from your back when two people almost jumped in front of you, making you just wince.  

“YAH! JUNGKOOK-AH! HYUNG! ” Jimin screamed, covering your with part of his body almost wanted to hide you from two of his bandmates.  

The youngest smiled at you immediately, despite the slight redness on his cheeks made you realize that he was extremely embarrassed. While the other moved Jimin and took your hand, pretending a kiss on your hand and making you blush immediately.  

“Hyung!”  

“Jimin-ah, you have so charming friends and you don’t tell us???”  

Namjoon smiled at his friend, obviously, it’s all a joke at that time and in his gaze, you noticed something different. The way he watched Jimin when he kissed your hand makes you realize that there is something you don’t know, something the latter hid from you, and curiosity was already starting to pop inside you.  

“Nice to meet you.” You murmured with a little bow, seeing Jungkook observing you with the same smile that Namjoon had addressed shortly before to Jimin.  

“Our pleasure, Noona. Jimin told us a lot about you! ”  

“Jungkook-ah!”  

That confession could do nothing but please you, while you mentally began to dance a kind of victory dance. If he had spoken of you, there were extreme possibilities that your crush wasn’t one side type.  

Together with the other two, you started walking in the direction of the rehearsal room, where the other four were simply chatting as they had finished a heavy day of rehearsals.  

“Finally!” Yelled Taehyung, who you immediately recognized thanks to his characteristic smile, as he approached you and vigorously shook your hand with joy.  At that time you understood why him was so tied to Taehyung, they were practically two cupcakes disguised as sunbeams.  

“Guys, she’s Y/N.. My childhood friend, do you remember? ”  

The other three greeted with a nod of the hand and a huge smile, but suddenly a strange roar echoed all over the floor and caught all eight of them by surprise.  

“What the heck..” Seokjin and Yoongi murmured in chorus while screaming outside the rehearsal room began to make you realize that something had to have happened.  

Without waiting and ignoring the “where the hell are you going y/n?” by Jimin, you ran to the door and opening it you found yourself in front of a cloud of dust and smoke, while some people were screaming to call the rescue immediately. The building was new but apparently, a non-bearing column had collapsed, causing all that dust and maybe some injured.  

“Where are you going? We stay in the rehearsal room until the rescue arrives. ”  

Jimin’s voice was shaken, trembled and you could feel it perfectly but you weren’t instructed to remain helpless in those situations. You smiled to reassure him and you started walking in the midst of the smoke, knowing that he wouldn’t follow you because that of the unknown was a rational fear of every human being, and he didn’t know what was expected in the midst of that cloud of dust.  

Cloud that immediately began to dissipate thanks to the perfectly functioning ventilation systems, so your view was more facilitated in following the groans of some of the wounded. With a clinical look, you realize that no one seemed to have really hurt when a moan different from others took your attention.  

You paraded your shoes and ran towards that voice, biting your bottom lip forcefully when the boy who was looking for help was on the ground with a metal bar stuck into his abdomen.  

“Hey, I’m Y/N. I’m a surgeon and you’re in great hands.. But I’m telling you now that this bar will have to come with you to the hospital unless firefighters saw it. ”  

Your voice was sweet and kind, one of the first things they had taught you was to reassure the patient in any way. The more nervous the patient was, the more was the risk of aggravating any condition.  

A middle-aged man came up to you, coughing lightly, and you asked if the rescues had already been warned and his affirmative answer gave you more security and peace of mind.  

“What’s your name?”  

“Lu.. L-Lu.. ” He began to say but immediately began breathing with wheezing, almost as if he had something stuck in his throat.  

It was an alarm bell for you so you immediately bent your head backward and opened his mouth, recovering in the meantime from your bag a small portable flashlight. By making light in the oral cavity you noticed a huge amount of soot, caused by the fall of the column, and some pieces of concrete that obstructed the airways. And it was certainly not the best news for you at that time.  

“Don’t talk, try to stay conscious, all right?” You ordered to him, but his breath became every second ever more strenuous, while his heartbeat decelerated rapidly.  

He would be suffocated if you hadn’t intervened promptly. Luckily the bar in his abdomen, somehow, stopped the bleeding and wasn’t the main problem. You turned to the man next to you and ordered him to find any kind of knife and a lighter, causing an absolute confusion in man.  

“DAMN IT, MOVE!” You screamed, however, keeping the calm and the cold blood, while the man nodded and began to run in search of the objects that you had just asked.  

“Y/N what are you doing???” Jimin asked after reached you along with the other six, while you started poking around in your purse finding what you needed.  

You didn’t love vodka, but that little bottle found in your hotel room’s mini bar would have been incredibly helpful. With fast and precise gestures you would remove the tip and the barrel with the ink from the pen found in your bag, starting to pour over half bottle and thanking the man who had just returned with a small kitchen knife and the lighter. It had passed a few moments but no one could be wasted, so you took the knife and spilled the remaining transparent liquid on the blade and then repeatedly pass the flame of the lighter on it, trying to sterilize it as much as possible.  

“Is she going to do what I think..?” Hoseok asked, with a distraught tone, while Jimin was blocking your hand and observing you as if you were crazy.  

“Y/N; It’s not a movie. ”  

“Exactly and if you keep holding my hand, this boy will die. ” You hissed in a cold tone, the surgeon who was in you had just come out in the open, yanking gently your wrist and rid from his grip.  

With precise moves, you swipe your finger on his Adam’s apple, until you reach the cricoid cartilage. You had taken that action so many times that you could have done it even with your eyes closed. Two deep breaths, made by holding the pen ledge between the teeth, and you started practicing a small incision of an inch, pressing forcefully to make the cut as deep as its length.  

Immediately the cricothyroid membrane showed up in front of you, in all its horrible appearance, so effortlessly you practiced the second incision albeit smaller, putting without problems the straw of the ballpoint pen.  

The beating of the boy, you had tightened his wrist a second before, was slowly increasing and bending toward him you blew twice in the straw, hoping that he will automatically resume breathing. The compressions were not a useful action at that time because with the compressions you risked of moving the metal bar and aggravating his conditions.  

One, two, three, four, five, you were almost at the sixth second when the boy’s chest began, again, to rise and fall and a sigh of relief will escape you from your lips, while you are sitting backward.  

“What the hell is this, a Grey’s Anatomy episode..?”  

“Daebak….”  

“HOW THE HELL DID SHE DO IT???  

“NOONA YOU SAVED A MAN!”  

The voices of the six Bangtan arrived soon after, while your gaze rested on the boy next to you who hadn’t distracted his eyes from you even for a second. You were dirty with blood on your blouse, on your hands, and maybe even on your face, but he was looking at you in a way that could, incredibly, make you blush.  

“How the hell did you do it..?”  

“You never asked me what I did to live, Jimin..” You murmured with a smile, controlling in the meantime the young man’s heartbeat. It was slow but stable and luckily the rescues came right at that time.  

“Who has practiced this tracheotomy?” one of the men asked, observing you and then laying his gaze on your dirty clothes; “Who gave her permission, Miss? You could kill him. ”  

“I’m a surgeon.”  

Showing your badge made the paramedic open wide his eyes, whispering to his colleague “She’s Y/N Y/L/N, unbelievable…”  

“You should bring this man to the hospital right away, you’re not here to whispering silly things.” You hummed slightly annoyed and they immediately nodded, bowing with reverence and checking the boy’s vital parameters, deciding how to act because of the metal bar.  

In slow steps you walked away, going to slam against Seokjin who was watching you with admiration, though he hadn’t yet pronounced a word.  

“Noona.. Are you a surgeon?? ”  

“Yes, Jungkook.. I was abroad to take a specialization, but let’s say I graduated very early. ”  

“Daebak” all seven murmured in chorus, making you blush slightly.  

“Y/N.. You opened that man’s neck. ”  

“He couldn’t breathe jimin..”  

“Daebak…”  

“GUYS IT’S NOT A BIG DEAL” You exclaimed, embarrassed because of their looks when all of a sudden, all seven encircled you, hugging you with a loud screams of pure joy.  

“G-Guys, I can’t breathe!”  

“NOONA YOU’RE AMAZING!!”  

“Hey, let her, you can’t touch Her!” Jimin almost seemed to smoke with jealousy while he was pushing them away, who began to tease him jokingly and pinching his side.  

“May I ask you something, Y/n?”  

“Obvious.”  

The wait wasn’t one of the things you loved most, but knowing him you knew that however shyness was part of him so maybe you had to give him time to formulate the phrase in the best way.  

But without saying anything he leaned towards you and grazed your lips with his, for a handful of seconds, leaving you completely shocked. The whistles of approval arrived almost immediately, while two of their managers came running to tell them to leave the building but your gaze couldn’t move from Jimin’s, who was blushed as much as you.  

“Will you give me a date, doctor?”  

“Surgeon, please. And yes, I waited all these years only for this. ”

Honestly, being a fic writer sucks. Like, I know I’ve joking talked to @xambedo about how if fandoms were totem poles (probably a super bad analogy, I know) fic writers would be towards the bottom. Not the very bottom, because fics are generally more relevant than AMVs (which are hella awesome and deserve way more recognition because editing videos and matching clips is hard), but certainly not towards the top either.

Some lovely things that come with being a fic writer:

  • Being told you’re not a “real” writer. Because it’s entirely irrelevant that fanfiction has created a new wave of writers and most are entirely self-taught. I learned more writing fics between the ages of 13-18 than I ever did in school, so much so that my Creative Writing professor in collage told me there was “nothing more he could teach me.”
  • Fanfiction, as a whole, has a generally negative connotation. You find any book to movie adaptation that didn’t go well at all and people say it was “written like fanfiction.” Not “bad fanfiction” just “fanfiction. Never mind that there’s so much good fanfiction (some of which being better than the actual source material).
  • Need to pay the bills? Want to try commissions? A patreon? Good luck! 
  • The overall lack of response sucks. Generally speaking, even the most popular writers in fandoms struggle to get their work spread around. On a good day you can get maybe 100-300 notes on a fic (wide range, but that’s exactly how much it varies), and that depends on when you post it, how many times you reblog it yourself, and chance. A lot of people just don’t reblog fics
  • There are no good sites to post fics. FF.net is dysfunctional 70% of the time, AO3 is complicated to use and people are even less likely to leave comments there, and Tumblr just isn’t very welcoming to writers (I’ve been told several times that I should just move to a different platform. Jokes on you, even sites dedicated to fic writers absolutely suck. There’s no winning, only exhaustion and resignation.)
  • Reviews/Comments are frustrating as all heck. Either readers don’t review, they leave magnificent comments that touch your soul, or you get twelve reviews telling you to “update” despite the fact that you just did an hour ago. I promise you, fic writers watch their email like a hawk after updating, and the moment they open that first email saying they have a review and see it’s just telling them to update again, they deflate. And it’s not that people don’t have the time or don’t know what to say, they just… don’t want to. 
  • (Sidenote: try bribing your readers sometime, just to see for yourself. If you have a consistent schedule, casually slip in that “hey, if this chapter can hit *insert number slightly higher than the average* reviews, I’ll update *insert earlier date than when you would be updating*.” Like, just try that once. I swear you’ll get least a few more reviews than normal.)

Blahblahblah, I’m whining, if you’re going to reblog this to be a snarky asshole and call fic writers entitled/greedy/etc how about you consider not doing that and maybe just let fic writers be frustrated over things. Writing is hard.

Essays in Existentialism: Flight II

Could we have more of FLIGHT? it destroyed me.

Previously on Flight 

“So I just have to take charity cases for you to visit,” Abby teased as she hugged her daughter tightly in front of the airport.

People came and went, not caring at all about the reunion occurring on the curb. But to Abby it was everything. She hugged her daughter so tight she thought she’d leave marks, though she didn’t care about that at all. It was rare and new and tenuous, and so she clung as tight as she could while her daughter wasn’t much better.

“And promise me dinner,” Clarke taunted, surprising herself as she hugged back just as tight.

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Black Paladin Lance????

Okay I’m about to make a long theory about why I think black paladin Lance can AND SHOULD happen DISCLOSURE: I may be hard core reaching so don’t get your hopes up (uh or down if you want black paladin Keith???).

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PSOTW: Allie, David/Jake; secret weapon

For the prompt:  Anything with David and the Lourdes sisters (though Nat is only there in spirit)

and also a bit this prompt:  One of Jake’s sisters catches David looking at Jake as goopily as Jake looks at David and realizes they are equally ridiculous human beings when it comes to each other

Have some Christmas in July!

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dark as night

Robert calls Aaron. episode coda to 26.07.2017

It’s dark in the Mill. Once again, it’s dark as night and you haven’t bothered to turn the lights on. There’s no point, you tell yourself, like there hasn’t been much point to anything ever since Aaron left.

The days drag their heels without him here, passing like a blur, very few things distinctive enough to make a dent in the stream of your memories of the last hours. You spend most of the time living in the past, wishing you could turn back time, even though life has already taught you that it’s a futile endeavor, then mentally listing all the things you should have done differently, mapping out where you went wrong, and going back to wishing and hoping and begging a god you don’t believe in to let you make up for your mistakes.

It always ends the same, however. You, in the dark, in the house you thought would be a home and that now just feels empty. (You try not to think about the fact that I was never the house that made you feel welcome here.)

The light of your phone cuts through the darkness like a knife in a fistfight and your head snaps towards it, your blood streaming through your body faster, heart speeding up. You reach for it but the screen goes dark before you have a chance to see what it says and you curse under your breath until you push the home button and it lights up again.

It’s a text, but it’s not from Aaron. That’s all you can register before your vision blurs and you press your eyes closed as if you can pretend it’s him as long as the truth doesn’t stare you in the face. It only takes a second before you realise it’s not working.

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In Living Color

Written for the third BTZ Challenge. This time around we picked a prompt, then an aesthetic was made to go with the prompt, but we don’t know what or who will be in it. My prompt is: You have been completely color blind your entire life and only see in shades of grey. You come across a stranger that appears in total color. Beta’d by my amazing partner-in-crime, @just-another-busy-fangirl. You’re the best LK!

Word Count: 1481

Warnings: hmmm nothing, I don’t think…Sam in a suit?


My name is Y/N Y/L/N. I see black, white and shades of gray. Those have always been the only colors I see. My parents told me the color of their eyes and hair when I was a child, so I assumed mine would be similar. I learned to distinguish the different shades of gray so that when I dressed myself as an adult, I didn’t look like a circus sideshow attraction if I ever came across the one person who could see me in color.  

I have seen a sunset, but can never appreciate it’s beauty. Flowers in a garden smell beautiful, but I will never see them in all their bloomed glory. I have never truly enjoyed a fireworks display or seen the colored brush strokes in a Picasso or Van Gogh. The only colors I have seen are in my dreams, like a kaleidoscope of wonder.

Can you see in color? Or maybe you cannot see red or blue? I long for the day when I can see true color with my eyes open. My parents tell me it will happen to me someday. I will meet my soulmate, my true love, the person I am meant to be with forever. He will be the only person I will ever see in color. But what if I never meet him? My worst fear is that I will never see anyone in color. Most of my friends can now see color, having found their ‘person’. What if I don’t have one?

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My spoiler commentary

Will Jon return home on a horse or on Rhaegal? If he’s still far away when word comes Winterfell is in danger, it’d make a heck of a dramatic entrance for him to return home on a Dragon.  It would complicate matters if Jon looks to have completely surrendered to his Targaryen side to Sansa, Bran & Arya even if he still acts like Starks are his priority.  Probably won’t happen, but I’d like this as his 1st ride. It’d parallel D@ny’s impetuous ride north to save Jorah & Jon, but it’d also show again Jon’s strong feelings for the Starks. 

I also think about Sansa as the “other, younger and more beautiful Queen to cast Cersei down and take all that she holds dear” in S8.

There are only 3 women whose outer beauty is regularly commented upon by characters: Sansa, Cersei & D@ny.  Yes, D@ny could be this Queen, but in a way, Sansa has already indirectly caused Cersei to lose Joffrey, Tywin, Myrcella & Tommen when she dropped her facade and bravely trusted Olenna & Margaery with the truth about Joffrey being a monster.  Sansa risked a lot to  warn the Tyrells & this warning caused Olenna to kill Joffrey at the wedding so Margaery would be in line to wed Tommen.  It set up the false murder accusation of Tyrion which lead to Oberyn’s death & Ellaria’s revenge killing of Myrcella and Tyrion’s murder of Tywin.   Olenna’s successful marriage of Margaery to Tommen led to Cersei’s crazy rivalry to control her son & eventually to his suicide.  Sansa is also the reason Brienne knows Jaime and also the person who has set up their meetings at Riverrun & KL which will likely factor into his leaving Cersei finally. In a way, Sansa’s kindness caused all this destruction to Cersei’s life, the same way Littlefingers malice caused all the harm to the Starks.  Yes, other actors played parts in it, but they’re the ppl whose acts got the ball rolling.  But if Sansa is the prophecy Queen, how does she become Queen? If it is thru marriage, why is it only she who casts Cersei down?  Where is her husband?

D@ny had no part in Joffrey, Tywin, Myrcella & Tommen’s deaths & they were so much of what Cersei has lost, I think it’d undervalue them if they weren’t included in “all she holds dear.” Ditto Brienne as an option, despite her far greater inner beauty

For those shippers freaking out about Jon/D@ny sex, I’m not excited about it and I am REALLY not happy about Cersei/Jaime pregnancy, but the writers are delaying happiness. That’s what writers do.  Triangles bring drama.  Cersei/Jaime/Brienne and Sansa/Jon/D@ny are there to give the characters someplace to go, something to learn and it’s not the end yet.

I do not doubt Brienne & Jaime are going to get together. The writers have set it up too well, but sure, I get impatient.  Brienne and Jaime didn’t even see each other 1 season & he is still sleeping with Cersei.  But, he leaves her finally so I’m ready for Brienne/Jaime payoff in S8.

In S8, aside from battles,  Jon will be likely be torn politically btw his 2 sides: Stark & Targaryen.  Sansa & D@ny personify this struggle.  It’s Sansa’s kissed by fire hair vs. D@ny’s ice white hair.  Home vs. a foreigner.  But, who is home & who is the foreigner?

IMO, Jonsa is a cool ship bc it totally snuck up on me and it isn’t that often that a writer surprises me if they play fair and don’t hold back vital info.  But, even knowing Jon was likely Targaryen for whom incest is normal, I didn’t see the Jonsa potential bc Sansa seemed so much younger than Jon, but time passed, and suddenly when they met S6, I could finally see all the setup.

Jon’s opposite sex parent issues sets up a potentially strong psychological/sexual attraction to Sansa.  And Sansa’s love of her father sets up a bias for a mate who’d be strong, brave and kind in the same fashion as Ned.  Their shared upbringing/ethics system gives them a common ground.  The history of Jon’s family incest not only overcomes the normal bias ag. such close marriage, it flips it to be an expectation.  If D@ny didn’t exist, the only impediment would be Sansa’s awkwardness in seeing Jon romantically,  but the Joffrey/Ramsay mess likely changed her priorities in spouse selection with trust becoming paramount and since Sansa trusts so few ppl, pragmatically it limits the pool.  Imo, it is down to Tyrion or Jon and I see merits for both.  Jon’s big advantage is how handsome and good hearted he is.  Tyrion’s advantage is his wisdom, but Sansa is shown to have an aptitude for learning quickly from those around her so she doesn’t absolutely need wisdom in her mate.  And the writers have spent so much time showing Jon and Sansa learning to work together as a team.  I can’t see why they’d do that if they didn’t need it.

Also, if I think how Sansa, D@ny, along with Cersei, Jon & Jaime, receive such different treatment than the other characters.  GoT has many extraordinarily attractive actors, but the writers have characters repeatedly talk about how extraordinarily good-looking only these characters are.  The writers have made them into trophies.  I see Jaime as Brienne’s reward & I see Sansa & Jon as rewards for each other.  I see Cersei & D@ny meeting sad, tragic endings.  Tryrion is my wildcard.  I don’t know what to imagine for him.  But, if I’m wrong, it’ll be ok.  I just don’t think this elaborate Jonsa setup is an accident. That makes ZERO sense to me.

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Requests are still open, I just have a ton of them just now so it might take a while to do them all! :)

Requested: Yes

“33 with willy? bc i feel like he would 100% do that :’)“

Writing Prompt 33. “I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.”

Warnings: Nahh

For @starlightgems


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The door swung open and you were immediately pulled into a tight embrace.

“Miss me?” You asked, the sound coming out muffled considering Willy had you pressed tightly to his chest.

“Mmm, a little bit.” He replied, clearly trying to hide just how much he had.

It had been almost 3 weeks since you had seen each other, Willy had been busy with road trips and you with school and the vacation you had just returned from, and you were so glad to finally be in his arms once again.

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Sometimes it’s easy to lose track of how amazing STAR WARS fandom can be, when there can be so much awful behavior by fans that never seems to end. But then you fling yourself back into reading fic and maybe not all fic all across fandom is perfect, but some of it is so incredibly talented and some of it is so incredibly good spirited and some of it is so incredibly fun that you remember, ah, yes, this is what makes fandom so much more than worthwhile. FIC SAVES ME EVERY DAY OF MY FANDOM LIFE and bless it for that.  Fandom is amazing.

Tano and Kenobi by FireflyFish, obi-wan & ahsoka & anakin & shmi & satine & cast, time travel, 133.5k wip
   Master Skywalker always said “The Force works in mysterious ways” and Ahsoka Tano has to admit, getting thrown backwards in time by about forty years was very mysterious.
Bitter Confessions by FireflyFish, obi-wan/anakin, 4.7k
   Obi-Wan Kenobi is having a secret affair with Satine Kryze and Anakin Skywalker is trying very hard to be okay with that. Until Satine ends the relationship because she’s tired of sharing Obi-Wan’s attention with a mysterious third person.
Equinox by lilyconrad, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, sith!obi-wan, 30.1k wip
   During the Clone Wars, Obi-Wan and Anakin crash on a remote planet and take shelter in the ruins of a grand estate only to find they are not alone.
Little Notes by Dragons_Heart, obi-wan/anakin, modern au, 1k
   The idea of the secret admirer has been around for decades, possibly centuries. They never speak directly, but instead choose to leave little notes for their love to find. They only dream that one day they’ll be together.
to prove it so by retts, obi-wan/anakin, force ghosts, 3.5k
   ‘Then it was real, my Padawan.’
Don’t Let This End by SoftlyFocused, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 4.9k
   Anakin is frustrated by how devastatingly handsome Obi-Wan looks at one of Padmé’s political parties, he gets drunk to cope. Obi-Wan is frustrated with how needy and demanding Anakin has been, he gets drunk to punish him. Both of them really need to release some tension after this seemingly endless war.
Four Letters, Starts With L by frodogenic, anakin & luke/mara, 3.2k
   A fluffy oneshot set in the Limpet AU. A terrorist attack, a medcenter, and the unpredictable consequences of a certain four-letter word.
the sanctity of dreams by SpaceTimeSkywalker, obi-wan/anakin & bail, ~1k
   Right before reaching Zigoola, Obi-Wan receives a transmission from home.
closing in by SpaceTimeSkywalker, obi-wan/anakin, 1k
   Anakin and Obi-Wan were already long gone at that point, as their souls had perished together in the lava and amidst the acrid smoke; and all there was left was their shells, empty, remembering fragments of happier times that had long since passed.
Helpless by DonkerRood, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, bondage, d/s, 1.9k
   Anakin finds himself helpless.
just a little bit by retts, obi-wan/anakin, 1.9k
   Anakin took a deep breath and leaned into Obi-Wan’s space. Obi-Wan kept his ground and arched a brow at him. This was curious. ‘I like being tied up,’ Anakin whispered conspiratorially. Obi-Wan blinked. ‘I beg your pardon?’
Young Lust by Writer_Markilyn, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka, NSFW, modern au, 19.1k
   Obi-Wan is only human, he sometimes forgot to turn off the stove, spent all his money on coffee, or even forget to change the oil in his car that now sounds like it’s going to explode when he turns it on. He ends up finding a mechanic shop that luckily isn’t too far from his home, and when he arrives, he lays eyes on a messy haired, oil streaked mechanic, with bewitching blue eyes, and it’s in that moment, Obi-Wan knows he’s a goner.
slices by springsoldier (ladydaredevil), ahsoka/barriss & luminara & cast, modern au, pushing daisies au, 1.7k
   In which Barriss bakes pies and wakes the dead and Ahsoka is her alive-again childhood sweetheart.
Tiny!Obi-Wan and the Red Man, Part 6 + Part 7 by phosphorescent-naidheachd, obi-wan & qui-gon & mace & cast, 2.2k wip
to be made right by SpaceTimeSkywalker, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka & cast, 10.1k
   Anakin is not angry; Obi-Wan is dead, and he feels hollow. Meanwhile, Obi-Wan realizes his mistakes, and Ahsoka is left to clean up the mess.

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Rob’s Interview with Howard Stern. Highlights’ (my notes):

  • Howard Stern: I like it (Good Time) …you were fucking edgy!
  • HS: When you were doing Twilight, were you kind of worried that you will get stereotyped like, you will never get this kind of role? Like Good Time, I mean in Good Time you played this fucked up criminal

Rob: I never felt necessarily typecast in Twilight, it was pretty different from who I was as a person anyway. I was like, it was not my default…

  • HS: There are so many fucking jerk offs in Hollywood. They grew up, did a franchise, made millions etc…
  • Co-host : Did you walk away from it or did you lock in?  

Rob: You probably would have been sued (to walk away)

…. I enjoyed the whole process. So few people get an opportunity like that, for 5 or 6 years, it was crazy.

… not at the first one, not at all (regarding the craze and mania).

… I thought it (first Twilight) was going to be a little cool movie.

  • HS: It took 37 million to produce the 1st Twilight. You were 21 years old when you auditioned.

Rob:  I came in right at the last minute.

  • “If you could teach yourself to gag”  - the trick to get yourself to cry when acting. He said he was unsure about his own acting skills.
  • He had to take half a valium to reduce anxiety before Twilight audition
  • Before Rob was born, his mom worked as a broker for a modelling agency.
  • He started modelling at 12. Signed on at 13 when that was the start of the androgynous trend, when he has “pretty girl’s breast”.
  • At 15, his dad motivated him to join a drama club after speaking to some girls at a restaurant with him.
  • He got expelled from a private “arty” school for stealing porn in school uniform, and selling them to his classmates.  “ I got so cocky” and tried to take the whole rack of magazines and stuffed them in his backpack without zipping.
  • He tried to make up a lie, and was given a choice to either call the cops or his parents. “Every one of his friend snitched on me”.  He sold them for 20 pounds each. “I liked stealing things and lying”.

https://youtu.be/Snk6mGGKH4M to watch a short cilp about this porn enterprise. or at the end of this post.

  • He stopped stealing after that. “Went to a school that was way worse than me.”
  • He recalled the first thing he stole: Snapping candy bracelets.
  • Also liked stealing security tags in alarm clocks, “get high on it (stealing)”.
  • His big role before Twilight was Harry Porter, after which he got into a play but was fired 5 days before opening, without knowing the reason.
  • Rob said he looked like a mess at the 5th Harry Potter premiere red carpet, because he was eating In and Out all the time in LA.
  • He was looking sweaty and chubby, and was probably the reason why people wrote in to protest when he got the role of Edward based on those red carpet photos.
  • For playing Salvador Dali, he had to wax his whole body. For masturbation scenes, he wanted to really do it only if it came as a surprise to people (not at their suggestion).
  • Twilight series are teenage films, he felt that teenage romance should be serious, not smiley and happy.
  • Producer highlighted the smiles, he highlighted the frowns on the script. They felt that he has gone too miserable.

https://youtu.be/NrB28374Ggo to watch how he almost got kicked out for that.

On Twilight craze and Fame:

Rob:

  • Goes in waves, not being able to walk down the street is “pretty nuts”
  • No one is looking at you, and if they are looking, they are not seeing the same thing. 

HS: Is it fun or is it a headache?

Rob: “Both. It is definitely a ride, but I wouldn’t change a thing.”

“… I wasn’t ready for that kind of evaluation (the intensity while also dating your co-star).”

HS: Do you think it is inevitable, is it advisable to fall in love with you co-star? Good thing or a bad thing?

"On the first Twilight, it was very different. Later on, people noticed the difference, you upset many people, you suddenly have the power and you don’t know what it is.“

  • Rob did therapy years later *when the movies ended*, had to know that the previous life doesn’t exist anymore.
  • At 26. He was feeling secure up until the last one. “Impossible to think you will repeat yourself.”
  • He had a massive freak out at the first Twilight premiere. He was embarrassed by he interview he did, promoting it like an indie. He left and ran out and left the country. “I’m done” and stayed 6 months away.
  • He renegotiated after that.

About Good Time and filming in New York

  • “If you made yourself grimy enough, you can escape being noticed”
  • He would love to get caught doing that (sell porn) now
  • He is very, very happy about good reviews on Good Time
  • It is going to take him 10 years after the Twilight series, to come up with other movies. Meantime, he tried all different angles (of movies and acting).

About Superhero movies    

  • To do one, you have to sign up for 8 movies. He cannot do it, after 5 movies with Twilight.
  • Because it is a commitment to work with a huge machine.

About acting method, and learning accent.

  • Multi-impression. Everyone is from Queens. Very specific dialect. He picked it up by immersing himself with his co stars who are all from NYC.
  • Connie is, ”He’s just a narcissistic psychopath” instead everyone commented that “he loves his brother so much.”

About Fifty Shades of Grey

  • He hasn’t seen it.
  • “I know the writer of the book. Met her a Chateau Marmont, just as “a lady from England”. I was forcing her to tell me every one of her fantasies.”*laughs*
  • That role  “just needs to work out too much”
  • HS : Do you go to gym? “One week on, 3 months off”.

About dick, fights and endorsements

  • “Very hard to confront a guy who is trying to take a picture of your dick.”
  • Rob’s last major fight was when he was 18,19.
  • Rob was looking like a punk with a half-shaved head in Toronto at a bar. Met a guy who is half a foot taller, taking pic of him. *He smacked that guy*.
  • Turned down a multimillion dollar deal to be the face of Burberry. “How did you find that? That is crazy…” he asked HS
  • HS :Why accept endorsement deal with Dior?

Rob: “… I always tried to avoid from being put in a box. Burberry being kind of British, always known to not wanting to be known as British (keep it vague). Dior was less vague as British.”

About audition, music and relationships. ·        

  • He goes in audition as a character with an American accent
  • HS : Do you play music?  He could “fool people for about a minute and a half,” learned guitar from listening to Van Morrison. playing basic F, C, G, E chords, kind of have 8 little run..
  • HS: Song writer? “2 years to write a song.” 

HS: Well your fiancé is…

HS: “Well you’re engaged, right?”,

Rob: “Kind of…”*laughs*

HS: WHAT? You the “Secretive with relationship guy…protective”? …I never get that, I think part of the fun being with a woman is march around with her.

  • HS: The woman…you are with, FAQ?….“Yeah, she is amazing yeah…FKA Twigs…she is like super talented…Totally different one”.
  • HS: Do you call her like FKA?…”Call her…yeah Twigs basically. That was her nickname
  • HS: “I wonder if you’ll get married.” …*LAUGH*
  • HS: “It is hard decision for a guy like you. You can have anyone.”

Rob: “I don’t know about that…Not really.”

“…Being an actor, it ACTUALLY kind of narrows things down…  you get kind of paranoid. Most people may think they want a relationship with you. Then they realised, this is not what I want AT ALL. There is a big imbalance in the relationship.”

About trolls (online)

  • “They are professional trolls. Addicted to wanting to cause hurt and pain. Most difficult thing. They are faceless enemy. Nuts, random names. Different countries somewhere. Fake to them, real in your life.”
  • “Like you know there is one room in your house, where people talk nasty things about you. When you are down, you start listening to the whispers.”
  • (If you attack) you are feeding it. You feel less powerful, like attacking your reflection in the water. You’ll look crazy. 

About working with the Safdie Brothers and Academy award

~ See Josh’s instagram vidoe below. I couldn’t transcibe properly“ LOL

Rob : “Just do what I did…bla bla bla bla. *quick hand movements*

  • “I am just so happy that people liked it (Good Time).”
  • “ I just knew something was going on.”
  • “That is how I always try to get jobs basically. No one is going to know your taste better than you.”

Rob said “I will forgive you (the trolls)”, if they watch Good Time over and over again.

>>>The full interview was 1 hour. Talking about his “relationship” 5 minutes. The bulk of it was Twilight, auditioning, Good Time etc.

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