was i the only one to go back

stop treating todoroki like a stupid fuck pls

oohhh my goddd y’all todoroki didn’t grow up in a cave. the boy lived with an abusive father for years, he was abused, he’s socially awkward but he’s not a reckless idiot. did y’all sleep on his entire arc

and listen, as much as i love todo//deku myself, he didn’t blindly rush to midoriya’s location when he received that mass text, he knew something was wrong & was the first and only one of midoriya’s contacts to figure out that the boy was in trouble

“all you did was mass-send your location pin to all your contacts”

actually, let’s go back to the very beginning of the series:

his very first line shows us that he’s….. not… dumb?

AND (manga spoiIers ahead) DID Y’ALL FORGET ABOUT THIS?


can you tell that i’m sick of abuse victims being mischaracterised as dumb by their fandoms?


plus, for some mysterious reason everyone seems to be forgetting that he ranked 5th out of 20 in the end term written exam? (midoriya was 4th) hmmhhm

hell, when midoriya asks todoroki what he’d do with kouda, he straight up gives advice that i’m 100% certain comes from a personal standpoint:

todoroki knows how to express himself. he knows how his actions influence others, what impression he gives off. HE’S NOT DENSE.

and my dudes. even if you’re gonna write him as a lovestruck fool in fics: being in love means you can sometimes make irrational decisions or act flustered. it doesn’t mean you Suddenly lose half of your braincells.

MHHHHMM CONCLUSION: being socially awkward as a result of years of abuse doesn’t mean you’re “not with the times”. todoroki has a phone. he understands sarcasm. he gets jokes. he knows what an emoji is. he can communicate face-to-face with someone. he gets social cues. he’s an excellent fighter, analyser and strategist. 

so stop treating him like a stupid fuck.

Duo - Peter Parker

request -  okay so y/n is part of the avengers (she’s peter’s age) & peter does something that practically kills him. y/n freaks out & goes to hold him while the rest of the avengers just watch her in pity. they take peter & tell y/n to go cool down. and then when peter wakes up, he is sternly told by tony to go see y/n before she goes crazy. sorry this is long & specific ❤️ love your writing btw!! one of my favorite blogs

a/n - i had went back and forth with a lot of ideas on this fic, and i really hope it doesn’t seem rushed and i hope it turned out okay and not a flop like me :( but don’t forget to request a peter parker/spider-man fic if you want and follow!

Another building came down to the ground as another crowd ran from the scene, only being able to hear their own screams as the enemy came to terrorize New York. It was only another work of Hydra, trying to come and ruin the lifestyle that so many people have made here. It was fight, after fight, after fight, after fight, and I didn’t know if I could take it anymore.

Peter and I, both natives of Queens, and also the youngest on the team. When Peter and I had first arrived to Headquarters, Captain didn’t hesitate to warn us that most enemies target the younger party the most, and that the rest of the team would prioritize the safety of Peter and I before their own.

Today’s situation seemed to be a bit more difficult than the others, from when I looked up and saw Tony struggling to keep another part of a building from falling to when I saw Natasha almost beaten by one of Hydra’s minions. Something about today was just a bit, off.

“(Y/N)!” I heard Rogers call. I turned around to see his shield coming my way, gripping it tightly and slamming it into the bodies of Hydra’s concoctions. They were out within a second, having me throw the shield back to Rogers. He then ran off with Clint, leaving myself and Wanda to deal with the others.

“Where’s Parker?” Natasha spoke into the intercom. My heart dropped as I looked up and tried to find the boy, hoping to see a spot of red and blue anywhere. I turned around as my last hope, calming down when I saw him swinging from one building to the other, coming closer to the scene.

“Southside on 54th, coming right this way.” I said.

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“Pizza Parker” (Part 1)

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: In which a boy delivers pizza and a girl eats them.

Part 1: Deluxe

“Pizza Parker” (Masterlist)

Knock knock.

“I’m on my way!” she exclaimed, pausing the movie on her laptop and scrambling to the door. A teenage boy wearing a heather-hoodie stood there with a pizza box in his hand. His cheeks were pink as they had been kissed by the wind.

“You’re (Y/N), right? The small deluxe pizza?”

“That’s me.” She dug around for the twenty dollar bill she had stuffed in pocket a few hours ago. Noticing that she was distracted, his dark brown eyes dropped and zeroed onto her chest.

“Wait, are you actually staring at my chest?”

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You know how Joseph’s “good” ending is one night on the Yacht then going back to Mary afterwards? I feel like he did the same thing to Robert. I imagine that would explain why he doesn’t like Joseph being around MC. As far as I am aware he only says this if you spend quality time with him as well.

I feel like Joseph has done it before? I think maybe Mary didn’t kick him out the house but he takes men to his Yacht knowing the gas is low so they get stranded and spend the night. Then leaves them afterwards.

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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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New Girl - Eight

One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven

3 days ago
Tommy Phantom👻: please come home. 8:46 PM
Tommy Phantom👻: we need to talk. 8:47 PM
Tommy Phantom👻: so, you’re not even going to read my messages? 8:51 PM
Tommy Phantom👻: i’m trying. 10:00 PM

2 days ago
Tommy Phantom👻: i really miss you 4:32 AM
Tommy Phantom👻: when are you coming home? 8:27 AM
Tommy Phantom👻: i stopped by the school, where were you? 12:34 AM
Tommy Phantom👻: i miss yiuo so mucxh… i miss fightuing with you 11:43 PM
Haz🤓: Tom’s drunk. I took his phone away, sorry about that. Miss you. :( 11:45 PM

#TeamJacob, Haz🤓: Lunch today? 9 seconds ago

I smiled at my phone, actually happy to see a message. I typed out a quick ‘when and where?’ and hit send, going back to grading my kids’ short stories. “Hey,” I said, hearing a set of footsteps coming into the room. I looked up at Zendaya, smiling until I saw the distraught look on her face. “What’s wrong?”

“Oh, nothing. You have any single guy friends?” My eyebrows furrowed.

“What? What happened to that guy you were seeing? That ‘mystery boy’?” She shook her head and ran her fingers through her hair, she seemed aggravated.

“He’s an asshole and we called it off.” I nodded in understanding, I knew about assholes all too well nowadays.

“Well, Harrison’s single!”

“NO.” She shouted, I flinched from the sound and she immediately apologized. “It’s just, he’s your roommate. It’ll be weird.” She said through gritted teeth. I nodded slowly, not wanting to upset her more. We heard a light knock on the door and turned to see Lizeth, Zendaya’s roommate, come in. “Hey, Lizzy. What’s up?”

“The British boy ask me out,” her Russian accent was very clear, “I go out tonight. What he like?”

“What British boy?” I asked, thinking about Tom.

“The blonde, with blue eyes.”

“Harrison!” I said, slightly relieved. “You’re going out with Harrison?” She nodded. “Well, he’s very nice. So, be nice to him. Okay?” Zendaya rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, Lizzy, he’s a class A gentleman, show him a real good time.” I picked up the sarcastic tone she held and asked Liz if she could give Z and I a minute, she shrugged and left.

“What’s wrong with you?” She shook her head.

“Nothing, let’s talk about you.” She sat on her bed, looking at me as I turned in the desk chair, facing her. “When are you going to talk to Tom? You have to go back home, babe,” I sighed, running my hands over my face. “You have to tell Tom you can’t be with him if he’s still hung up on Lucy.” I nodded. I knew she was right. Tom loved Lucy, and I needed him to tell me directly, to admit it to himself. I heard my phone go off and saw a text from Harrison and Jacob.

#TeamJacob, Haz🤓: Umami burgers, two hours?

Me: sure! see u then, nerds!

“I’m meeting Haz and Jacob for lunch, wanna come with?” Z plastered a strained smile and shook her head. “Are you and Harrison fighting?” She shook her head again. “Alright… I’m gonna talk to Haz and Jacob about what I saw the other day. I feel like they don’t know about Tom and Lucy’s situation as well as they think they do.” Zendaya nodded, getting up and walking over to hug me.

“Love you, kid,” she kissed the top of my head, getting up to go to her closet.

“I’m going to the gym.” My eyebrows furrowed.

“You hate the gym.”

“Yeah, well I want to punch something.”

“Hey!” I ran up to the table and Jacob was the first one to hug me, crushing me in his arms. “Jacob, too. tight!”

“Please come back home,” he begged, “Harrison’s driving me crazy.”

“Me?” Harrison asks incredulously. “You’re driving me insane!” He pried Jacob off me and replaced him with himself. “Please, please come home. You’re the only one who knows how to settle arguments.” He held me at arms length,

“You’re going to be responsible for bailing me out of prison. Can you bail someone out for attempted murder?” I shrugged, laughing. We all sat down and ordered our drinks when the waiter came up to us. “So,” Harrison started.

“When do you think you’ll come home?” Jacob finished.

“I’m coming back tonight, actually.” I nodded at the surprised faces. “I’m gonna talk to Tom, try to work through whatever this friendship is – try to salvage this friendship.”

Friendship? That’s all you want?” I nodded. “What changed? Did you meet someone else within five days?” I shook my head, sighing.

“I, uh, I went back to the apartment three days ago. Both of you were at work, I assumed Tom was home, since it was during the day.” I cleared my throat, pausing when the waiter came back with our drinks and asked if we were ready to order. We all ordered our regular orders and once the waiter left, Jacob nodded toward me. “Well, turns out Tom wasn’t home, so my next guess was the bar. I went down there, and he hadn’t been there except to ask when his shift was – Tony said he was with someone. I assumed it was just another friend. So,” I took a sip of my lemonade, my throat becoming a little dry, “I went back to the apartment to wait for him. I was there for maybe an hour and a half – maybe an hour and forty. Then I heard the front door open, and Tom’s voice. I assumed he was on the phone, so I walked out of my room and headed toward the living room. Except, when I rounded the corner Tom had a guest, and he hadn’t seen me.” I could hear my voice starting to shake, I shook my head and took a deep breath. “He was there with Lucy, and – and it looked a little more than friendly.”

“What do you mean? Tom told us he told Lucy to back off,” I shrugged at Jacob’s comment.

“Maybe he lied – they were hand in hand, walking toward his room, a couple of kisses on the cheek exchanged before I left. I watched from the crack of my room door.” I took another sip of my lemonade.

“That asshole,” Harrison shook his head at Jacob’s comment.

“Come on, Jacob,” Harrison said, “you’re being too nice. He’s a fucking wanker.” I laughed a little. “Are you sure you’re ready to see him? You don’t want us to rough him up a little so he looks wrecked when you guys talk?” I laughed louder this time, shaking my head.

“No, no,” I shrugged, “if you want to rough him up afterward, that’s on you. But, I’d like you there for moral support.” They both nodded, mumbling a chorus of ‘of course’. Our burgers arrived and we started eating. It was silent for a couple minutes, until I remembered Harrison’s date with Lizeth. “Haz! Are you going out with Lizeth tonight?” Jacob choked on his burger and immediately reached for his water.

“What?” Harrison asked. “She’s cute.”

“You’re going out with the crazy Russian?”

“Jacob!” Harrison and I both reprimanded him in unison. “Lizeth’s not crazy! She’s… well, she’s just – oh, hell, she is crazy. Why are you going out with her?” Harrison shrugged.

“Didn’t work out with the other girl I was seeing.”

“What was wrong with her?”

“She didn’t want people to know we were seeing each other.” I shook my head.

“That’s shitty,” Harrison chuckled softly. “No, I’m serious. You’re a catch!”

“Well, thanks.” We finished our food and all went to our cars, all about to head back to the apartment. I picked up my phone before starting the car to type a text to Zendaya.

Me: done with the gym? could use some moral support at the loft.

Not-So-Zen-Daya: didn’t go to the gym, i stepped in and almost threw up from the smell. ended up going to get my nails done. i’m there for ya babe.

I laughed lightly, shaking my head. I put my phone down and almost started the car until I thought of something. I picked up my phone and opened Tom’s messages.

Me: i’m coming home. you’re right, we need to talk.

I put my phone down, started the car and started my way back to the loft.

I opened the door to the loft and my palms grew sweaty when I saw Tom sitting on the couch. He got up when he heard the door open and rushed over to me, hugging me. I wanted to push him off and tell him we weren’t there yet, but he smelled good and I missed him, so I let him. I kept my arms to my side. “(Y/N),” he breathed, pulling away from me.  “I missed you.” I nodded, not saying it back because it would make me not want to say what I was going to say. Zendaya walked in behind me. We both looked at her.

“Holland,” she laughed, shaking her head, “you have a lot of nerve.” Tom looked at her confused, letting a shock expression fall on his face when she threw his arms off of me. I was about to say something, but she continued before I could stop her. “You son of a bitch,” she started taking off her earrings.

“Z,” she ignored me, handing me her hoops.

“I’ve been waiting to do this since she moved in, I knew you were trouble.”

“Zendaya,” I tried again, putting a hand on her shoulder. With her fists raised, she turned to look at me. “Haven’t talked to him yet. I just got here.” Her mouth formed an ‘o’ shape, nodding before laughing lightly.

“I’m just gonna,” she brushed Tom’s shoulder, him looking at her like she was crazy. “See ya!” She rushed toward Harrison’s room, where Jacob and he were. I cleared my throat, putting Z’s earrings down on the table by the door.

“Let’s talk.” I gestured toward the couch, walking toward it and feeling Tom right behind me. We both sat down and looked at each other. I nodded to myself and then took a deep breath, “Tom-.”

“(Y/N), I just want to say – Lucy? She’s out of the picture.” I laughed, no humor behind it.

“Tom, I saw you and her at the apartment a few days ago.” His eyebrows pulled in, a second passing before realization hit him. He tried to say something, but I spoke up before he could justify himself, “I get it. Lucy was here before me, I probably can’t compete with her. But, I don’t want to.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I know… because, we’re just friends. Whatever we thought we had – what we thought we could have – it can’t happen.” I shrugged.

“I’m not with Lucy – I kissed her, yes, but I – I don’t feel anything for her. I don’t feel the way I feel with you with anyone.” He shook his head, reaching for my hand but I retracted it.

“You might believe that, but I need more than words.” I got up from the couch. “I just think we need to be friends… right now, I need you to be my friend.” Tom looked down defeated. He nodded his head.

“If that’s what you need right now, that’s what I’ll be.” I was about to thank him, but he stood up and continued talking. “But, I’m gonna prove it to you. I’ll redeem myself.” I smiled sadly, nodding my head.

“Is it safe?” We looked up, seeing Z, Harrison and Jacob all walking out of Haz’s room. I laughed, nodding.

“It’s safe. Come on out.”

“Good,” Harrison said, fixing his shirt, and bumping his shoulder against Zendaya’s as he made his way toward the door. “I’ve got a date to get to.” I saw Zendaya roll her eyes, and it took everything in me to bite my tongue. I’ll ask her when we’re alone.

“Have fun, Harrison!” We all said goodbye to him as he waved us off. “Alright,” I clapped my hands, “Z, back to yours! I have to get my stuff from there.” She nodded.

“We’ll carpool, I’ll drop you off afterward.” I nodded and walked toward her.

“We’ll be back.” We walked toward the door, the door not completely shut when we heard Tom tell Jacob, “No dude, she was scary. I genuinely thought she was going to hurl me at a wall.” Zendaya winked at me as I shut the door all the way, laughing.

“So,” I said, folding my clothes and putting them in the bag I brought them in.

“So,” Zendaya repeated, bringing me my shower things.

“Why did you and Harrison stop seeing each other?” I asked casually, but I had caught Zendaya off guard anyway, seeing her trip on air from the corner of my eye.

“What?” I rolled my eyes.

“Z, I’m not stupid. You’re obviously annoyed Harrison’s going out with Liz. And if you were just having sex with him, like I already suspected, you wouldn’t be bothered – which means, you like him. What happened?” She sighed, sitting on her bed next to me.

“I didn’t want anyone to know – Harrison’s embarrassing.” I laughed, “I’m serious!”

“He isn’t – he’s just always liked you.” I shrugged, stating the obvious. “He told us you didn’t want to be seen with him.”

“I thought you’d be mad, honestly. He’s too good for me.” I shook my head, putting down the shirt I was folding and putting a hand on her shoulder.

“You’re not giving yourself enough credit. I think you and Haz would be cute. You balance each other out.” Before Zendaya could reply, we heard the front door open. We looked at each other confused.

“Lizeth?” She called out, we heard footsteps and Lizzy appeared at the door.

“You’re back early… how was your date?”

“British boy in hospital.”

What? Liz, what do you mean ‘British boy in hospital’?” She shrugged and walked out.

“Dammit, Liz. What did you do to him?!” We rushed out the door after grabbing the keys.

“See, Liz? Yeah, Harrison’s too nice for Liz.”

We arrived at the hospital sixteen minutes later, and asked for Harrison Osterfield. “Z! (Y/N)!” We heard Jacob, and turned to see him and Tom in the waiting room. We rushed toward them.

“What happened?” They shrugged, a doctor coming out.

“For,” he paused, “Harrison Osterfield?” We rushed toward him. “He’s fine, you can see him.”

“What happened?” Zendaya asked, the doctor gave us a look of sympathy.

“You should let him tell you.” We all rushed toward room 146, seeing Harrison laying down trying to work the TV.

“Haz!” He looked up, his cheeks tinted pink. “What happened?” He mumbled something, but none of us heard him. “What?”

“I broke my penis.” The room went quiet, Jacob’s laughter breaking the silence. We all hushed him, trying to suppress our own laughter.

“What do you mean?” Harrison rolled his eyes.

“Lizeth and I went into the bathroom of the restaurant and tried to bang one out – she put in a little too much bang.” He sighed, pausing, shaking his head. “She broke my penis.” After hearing the story, we all broke out laughing, my hand resting on Tom’s shoulder for support. “Alright, alright, laugh it up, assholes.” Tom looked at me and smiled, I smiled back.

Things felt… normal.

a little less angsty ending and a little more humor. THIS IS ONE OF MY FAV NEW GIRL SCENES

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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.


“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?”


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.”

Alright fandom, I’m about to bring up a topic that has pissed me off for way too long. Way back to one of my favourite arcs, Book of Circus.

A topic that has not only been something personal to me, but another reason that Sebastian Michaelis is one of the most disgusting characters and if SebaCiel was real, it’d be indeed a heavily toxic relationship. Also, a counter argument to everyone that brings this up as a point to hate Our!Ciel.

Today, I’m going to discuss my heavy belief and theory, that during this scene, Ciel was forced into a PTSD attack.

Look at the following three pictures.

PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder) -  a condition of persistent mental and emotional stress occurring as a result of injury or severe psychological shock, typically involving disturbance of sleep and constant vivid recall of the experience, with dulled responses to others and to the outside world.

With this in mind, PTSD has to be triggered by something, not just when Ciel walks in and sees the exact duplicate of a room he was trapped in for a month. These three photos are so important because it shows exactly how this connected to that day. The doctor representing the cultists, Ciel is now forced to remember all those terrible memories, his traumatic memories scratching the surface. How heavily these two scenes correlate is so important.

Do you understand what I am trying to tell you?

At this exact moment in time, we lost Ciel, he was gone and reliving everything. The outside world completely falling apart to him, having no idea what happened anymore after this moment.

Now, showing the actual attack.

‘Stop it’.

‘Stop it’.


What do you assume from the black text boxes? To me, this appears to be happening in Ciel’s mind, he is now reliving this all over again until the end of the arc. I will go more in depth in that later.

Right now, he is calling out to someone right now, he wants someone to get him out of this hell hole, just like he did that day.

My point is, and I can’t stress this enough, he believes he is back there in the cage, and he wants out. He is gonna do everything to get out.

To make more sense of this before moving on to my next point of the actual PTSD attack, here are the symptoms of an attack.

Behavioral: agitation, irritability, hostility, hypervigilance, self-destructive behavior, or social isolation.

Psychological: flashback, fear, severe anxiety, or mistrust.

Mood: loss of interest or pleasure in activities, guilt, or loneliness.

Sleep: insomnia or nightmares.

Also common: emotional detachment or unwanted thoughts.

Now, I have put in bold the ones Ciel is suffering from AND signs that he has shown previous to this. Guilt and nightmares are the biggest examples of that.

Right now, he is having extreme emotional detachment and unwanted thoughts, with flashbacks fueling fear and severe anxiety. He is suffering much more than what he appears to be.

Now, here is my second point to this that involves Sebastian:

For anyone that wants to argue that Sebastian isn’t as bad, or he sincerely cares for Ciel. I’m about to throw those words back in your face.

Sebastian Michaelis is a demon, he does not give a single fuck about our!Ciel, sorry if I have to be the one to tell you this, but he doesn’t and this is the first example I’d give anybody to show them.

‘Young master, is there something you’re afraid of?’

‘You’re outside of the cage right now, my Lord.’

‘Call my name.’

Those sentences, are the biggest forms of manipulation I’ve ever seen coming from this demon. He didn’t break Ciel out of the PTSD attack, I’ve seen other people saying that, but that is far from the truth. I will show that through the next set of pictures. 

Right now, I want to explain what I believe to be Sebastian’s intentions. This goes if he understood what was happening or not. I start to believe more and more that he did, because focus on the look on Sebastian’s face. He is smirking, he seems more than pleased by the situation because he gains from it. He tells him to call his name, say it, because Ciel believes he is in the cage and has just called the demon to come and save him. Sebastian, being aware he wants to be saved, he wanted help, used him, his asthma and PTSD attack, and he did it to make not only their contract stronger but to make Ciel’s soul better.

Revenge, sorrow, pain, all these things that make Ciel’s soul the best that it is, the want to be stronger than his enemies, Sebastian knows this.

Sebastian used this for his own agenda, he didn’t do it because he wanted to help Ciel find himself, because he didn’t. All that demon wanted was to help himself with his meal, that’s it. Nothing more, nothing less.

When Ciel then acts out, screaming to ‘kill these guys’, you think he means the doctor and Joker right?

I’m afraid, far from it, saying Ciel is mixing his reality with the past, he believes he is telling Sebastian to kill the same people he already killed three years ago. He does not remember the reality before him. What he is seeing, is so much different than to what you and I were seeing.

The most important point in this post is:

Ciel had no idea who he was killing, he thought he was in the cage, he didn’t care who died, he wanted the cultists stopped.


Another message (SebaCiel):

I don’t care what you ship, I really don’t.

However, if you look at this scene and sexualize it, I don’t mean ironically (joking is fine), I mean you truly look at this and think this is a great example of SebaCiel, I’m sorry, but you piss me off and quite frankly I feel you are not only spiting in Ciel’s face, but the people who suffer from PTSD.

Have you ever seen someone have a PTSD attack? It’s terrifying, it is one of the hardest things to deal with, pulling someone out of those memories and making them feel safe again-. It is difficult, and I’ll say it once more.

No, Ciel calling Sebastian’s name, did not break him out of his trance.

To romanticize and sexualize PTSD and his asthma attack is disgusting, and a pathetic way of filling your yaoi quota.

Off of that rant, I’m gonna move on to the last bit of this.

Burning the children.

As you can see, Ciel just denied the Queen’s orders.

Ciel just denied the Queen’s orders.

He’s never done that before in his entire career, isn’t that off to you?

Of course it is, because he in his mind doesn’t work for her yet, what Sebastian says to him is not processing to him. Sebastian isn’t aware of this more than likely, but I promise you nothing anybody is saying is entering Ciel’s ears and he is understanding it unless it relates to that day. When he says to burn down the place, he believes he is getting rid of the place that caused him aching pain and suffering for an entire month. Not just for him but his beloved brother.

Reliving these memories, Ciel wanted nothing more than it to go away.

Let me say again, Sebastian asking if he was ‘sure’ wouldn’t have helped at all. To open your mind a bit, here are the very few ways to help PTSD. Most of the time the person needs to take medication and probably go to sleep.


Cognitive behavioral therapy - A talk therapy focused on modifying negative thoughts, behaviors, and emotional responses associated with psychological distress.

Eye movement desensitization and reprocessing - Psychological treatment that reduces the stress of traumatic events through eye movements.

Exposure and response prevention - A talk therapy based on exposing feared or traumatic experiences within a safe setting in order to help reduce any associated psychological distress.


Selective Serotonin Reuptake Inhibitor (SSRI) - Eases symptoms of depressed mood and anxiety.

Now, these are modern treatments, which are very few to begin with.

You know what they had back then? Nothing. No, that is not a joke, PTSD was not recognized until 1980. So needless to say, Ciel was fucked, and the only and best way Sebastian could’ve helped would’ve been knocking him out after killing the threats. Not even quite sure if Ciel would’ve been okay after waking, or if he’d even remember what happened, which would’ve been best because now he has the guilt of killing all these children for the rest of his life.

To all the people that use this heavily as a point for disliking Ciel:

I’d just like to say, you don’t have to like Ciel, but don’t you EVER come at me with this shit and telling me how it’s his fault. He didn’t want to do that, if Ciel had been in his right mind and knew what he was doing, he would’ve never made the move he did.

He thought he was killing the cultists all over again.

After all the comments, discussion and controversy with this that I’ve seen, from fulfilling fangirl’s yaoi dreams to completely blaming Ciel for a serious mental disorder, I have to say-

The conversation around this entire situation in Book of Circus inside this fandom, is beyond disgusting to me.

Sorry for my amount of salt in this post, but this topic to me is personal, and I’m tired of it being treated not as seriously as it really is.

This is my theory, my opinions on Ciel’s PTSD, and I don’t believe he should be blamed for something he didn’t ask for.

I apologize for rambling, that’s it.

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I’m So Sorry Part Two

The ending of I’m So Sorry. Glad everyone enjoyed the first part so much!

I’m So Sorry Part One


“It’s okay, Jay.”

The words had barely left her mouth before Y/n’s eyes fluttered closed. Jensen tried shaking her again, but nothing was waking her up. Her head lolled gently to the side and Jensen had never felt such fear before in his life. Sudden there was a loud commotion behind them and when Jensen turned back he saw the paramedics finally bursting onto the set.

“About damn time,” Jensen hissed, exchanging looks with an equally terrified Jared. What happened next was a bit of a blur to him. The paramedics crowded around her and in no time, were lifting her into the ambulance, and before he knew it he was left standing on the back lot with Jared, watching as the ambulance and Y/n in it drove off.

“Jay, Jay, JAY,” Jensen snapped out of it and turned to his friend. Jared nodded to the parking lot. “Let’s go, Cliff said he’ll drive us down to the hospital. I want to be there and I know you do to.”

Jensen numbly nodded, he was still in shock. Not only did Y/n, one of his best friends, just suffer a major injury, but it was his fault. How did he not realize it wasn’t a prop? And better yet, which asshole, who has about to lose his job, gave Jensen the wrong knife?

Jared looked up from his phone, as his whole chair shook from Jensen’s constant fidgeting. The older man was still clearly beating himself up over what happened. Jared sent one more text to Gen before closing his phone.


“I’m gonna kill that friggin prop man,” Jensen steamed.

Jared sighed, he knew Jensen well enough to know that he was really just mad at himself. “I know Jensen, and that guy is as good as fired. What I’m more worried about at the moment is Y/n and you.”

“Me?” Jensen scoffed, “I’m fine, but I’m worried about Y/n too. There was a lot of blood Jared.”

Jared gulped and nodded at his friend, “I know man. I can’t stop seeing it.”
“Me either,” Jensen looked down at his still stained red hands. “I can’t believe I did this to her.”

“Jensen, c’mon. You had no idea and Y/n knows you’d never intentionally hurt her.”

“It doesn’t matter. I still did. Jared, I stabbed Y/n.” Jensen’s voice rose as he continued to grow in hysteria. “I stabbed Y/n. She’s in here because of me. Jared, this is all my fault.”

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Home || Kim Namjoon

Originally posted by rapnamu

Word Count: 1.7k

Genre: Fluff

It had been hours since you were supposed to go to bed. You had told Namjoon around ten at night that you were heading off to bed, and he had joined you, occupying the space in the bed next to you. That had been four hours ago and it was nearing two in the morning, but you still found yourself wide awake laying in bed.

It wasn’t like you had anything to do the next day, and neither did Namjoon, but you wished you were able to sleep. You weren’t sure what had caused this sudden action, but no matter how hard you tried, no matter how long you held your eyes closed, you weren’t able to will yourself to go back to bed. Despite all of your efforts it seemed you weren’t going to go to sleep anytime soon.

There was nothing going through your mind, except the want to sleep, but even that wasn’t enough to actually put you to sleep. You could feel the unwanted adrenaline starting to flow underneath your skin causing your hair to stand on end. There was just an endless amount of energy flowing through you at the moment and you couldn’t hold it back.

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Takada Kenta Harry Potter AU

  • as a member of the slytherin house, you had a certain image to upkeep
  • you could be a bit cold, preferring to sit observe, forming a plan before acting
  • you certainly weren’t the most friendly student, so when the headmaster had asked you to guide takada kenta, a transfer student from  Mahoutokoro, the japanese wizarding school, you were a bit curious as to why
  • but you didn’t say anything, opting for heading to the headmaster’s office, bowing low at the sight of the japanese boy, who bowed as well
  • “kenta here was sorted into hufflepuff,” the headmaster said cheerfully, “so you two should get along well.”
  • “right,” you nodded, “well, i suppose the first thing to do would be to show you around the castle.”
  • “i’m excited to see the famous castle of hogwarts,” kenta confessed as you led him out to the front of the castle, “i’ve only read about it in our textbooks about the great war.”
  • “it can get confusing,” you said bluntly, “but it’s a nice place to go to school.”
  • even though you were the one giving kenta the tour, he ended up talking more than you did, telling you about his life back at  Mahoutokoro, about why his family had moved to england, and even about his various favorite subjects
  • “my favorite subject is potions,” you said with a small smile– you really did fit the slytherin stereotype
  • kenta perked up, “i’m excited to learn about potions with the ingredients available to english students,” he’d grinned widely, and instantly you knew you could be friends– anyone with an interest in potions was acceptable in your book
  • it turned out that the two of you shared many classes, and in an attempt to be a decent person, you asked for him to sit next to you, and had him eat with your friends during meals
  • he definitely seemed to be fitting in well at hogwarts, even finding his own group of friends
  • sometimes, he’d ask you for help with schoolwork, as the types of classes he was taking was different, especially history of magic, and he was struggling a bit
  • often times, you’d spend your evenings in the library with him, helping him with a paper or figuring out a new spell
  • your friends noticed that the two of you balanced each other out well, his cheery and at times naive personality complimenting your cold, blunt one
  • the first time you take him to hogsmeade, he’s in awe at all the shops and such, since they carry totally different things than the shops near  Mahoutokoro
  • and he actually ends up not liking butterbeer? which you’re willing to overlook because he’s cute wow did you just say that? yes, yes you did
  • when you inform your friends that you think you may possibly have a tiny tiny crush on takada kenta, they all just roll their eyes
  • “we know, (y/n).”
  • the way that quidditch is done is also very different at hogwarts, and it’s more of a spectacle sport, since  Mahoutokoro plays their quidditch in like, pure storm weather
  • he enjoys going to the matches with you, and even gets really into hufflepuff pride, waving around bright yellow banners with kim donghyun, a fellow hufflepuff
  • you just watched him in quiet amusement, appreciating how happy and carefree he looked
  • the two of you end up really helping each other study for the end-of-the-year exams, and spend a lot of time together
  • you can’t help but notice how incredibly perfect kenta is, and each study session just makes you want to bang your head against a wall and ask him to date you
  • he’s somehow able to take the stress of your exams away with just a couple reassurances?
  • and you’re really stressed
  • the morning after finals, you hadn’t slept for over twenty four hours
  • you were sitting in the great hall by yourself, shoveling cereal into your mouth when kenta sat next to you, handing you a steaming mug of coffee
  • “you know, i swear, i wish we were dating,” you mumbled casually, taking a large sip of coffee, “you’re like, the perfect boyfriend.”
  • you were so out of it that you didn’t realize how red kenta had gotten at you, staring at you with huge eyes
  • later that day, when you had actually gotten a few winks of sleep, the two of you were walking to the black lake to feed the giant squid when kenta turned to you
  • “(y/n),” he said, “this morning, what you said, did you really mean it?”
  • you frowned, trying to recall, “sorry, what did i say?”
  • “nothing! nothing,” kenta blushed, shaking his head
  • “no, really, what did i say?” you paused, trying to wrack your brain
  • “oH, that’s what i said!” you stared up at him, “fuck.”
  • “so it’s a no?” kenta nodded, his eyes a little brighter as his smile drooped a bit
  • “no, no,” you shook your head, “i mean, yes, wait no, ugh, I mean, I would date you.”
  • kenta smiled widely, tacking you in a huge hug, “are you serious?”
  • you huffed at his enthusiasm, “yes, i’m serious.”
  • “(y/n), I’ve been trying to ask you out for months!” kenta complained, shaking his head, the huge smile never leaving his face
  • looking back, you realized how oblivious you had been
  • for valentines day, kenta had bought you flowers– saying that he wanted to show you his gratitude for being a friend
  • he never even looked sideways at someone else, and always seemed to get flustered if you asked if he was interested in anyone
  • but once the two of you started dating, he was shameless, always cuddling up to you or hanging off your shoulder
  • it wasn’t uncommon to see the two of you eating breakfast, you sitting there solemnly nibbling your toast, kenta draped over you, chattering excitedly about his plans for the day
  • really just an adorable couple omg
I am your Romeo-Peter Parker

Request @cantshakethenoiseinsidemybones while clichéd maybe you could do one where the reader and Peter are picked to a love scene in Romeo and Juliet and sparks begin to fly.

I really loved this request and got really into it once I started writing, I hope you like it.

English Class, one of my favourite classes, I waked into the room and immediately headed toward the back, which is were I would normally sit. Today we are continuing work on the Shakespeare play Romeo and Juliet, I loved Shakespeare however his work was somewhat cheesy. We had begun work on Act 3 and the teacher decide to assign us groups and give us a scene to interpret from Act 2. I was actually really excited as English was one of my strong suits.

“Alright Class, the groups go as follows, “she began rattling off a list of names and which scene they got, I only listened for mine “And finally, Y/N your with…Peter Parker on Act 2 Scene 2 , I expect your re-en&hellip; &rdquo; she trailed off into the background of my head, No, I thought Scene 2…Scene 2 you have got to be joking. We got the Balcony scene, most soppily romantic scene in the entire play. Peter looked just as embarrassed as he hesitantly turned around and smiled at me, whilst me and Peter were friends and I admittedly have a slight crush on him, this is just ridiculous.

“Hey Peter, wait!” I yelled down the corridor after the final bell rang. He slowed down as I caught up to him. “I was thinking we could practice the scene for English tonight”

“Oh of course, you could come to mine around 4ish and we could get to work” he said sheepishly, I had been to Peters house often to study, this should not be any different, Right.

I knocked on the door at around 4o'clock, and I was immediately greeted with an enthusiastic Aunt May “Y/N good to see you, how are you? "She did not even pause for an answer, "Peter is in his room waiting for you, he seems happy your his partner” she beamed at me one last time as I entered his room.

“Y/N your here” he said smiling at me, looking excited about my arrival.

I pulled out my play book and sat down on the bed beside him and we both leaned back against the wall as we clutched our play books. I flipped to Act 2 Scene 2 and he did the same.

“So since I am a girl I will nominate myself as Juliet, unless you feel to be more feminine out of us” I giggled at my own joke.

“Alright Juliet so that means I am your Romeo” he said smiling as we gazed into each others eyes.

“Um…Okay” I cleared my throat “Shall we start reading the scene ?Your first Romeo” I smiled.

“He jests at scars that never felt a wound” He reads it aloud in a failing attempt at a manly voice, making me laugh “Juliet appears above in a window” returning to his own when he spoke the stage direction. I laughed again at his attempt at the manly voice, it made him smile.

“But soft! What light through yonder window breaks?” He says “It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she. Be not her maid since she is envious. Her vestal livery is but sick and green,And none but fools do wear it. Cast it off !"As he read out the passage his voice changed to soft and sincere, he gazed into my eyes with his attempt at secret glances down to my lips. I had not noticed but we had slowly been edging toward one another, we were so close I felt his breath on my face.

He returned his eyes to the Play, scanning through the next passage. We once again locked eyes, slowly edging closer, he then said gently "It is my lady. Oh, it is my love.” Our lips were touching now and I felt his hand brush away a strand of hair that had fallen over my face,“Oh Juliet, we should not” he said smirking and as he finally allowed our lips to fall into a kiss.

“OOOOkay kids, I just wanted to check I am going to put on some pizzzzz….ahhhhh” Aunt May had come crushing into his room looking now very flustered as she quickly slammed the door shut after noticing me and Peter.

A New Chapter (Ch. 10): Epilogue

Characters: Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester x Platonic!Reader

Length: 1611+ words

TW: Mentions of miscarriage

A/N: THIS IS THE LAST CHAPTER. I’m crying, and I’m so emotional that this series is coming to an end. Thank you for sticking with me through this one. What was once a bunch of garbled ideas in my head because a freaking 21 CHAPTERED FIC!! I am shook. 

Feedback is appreciated (AND SO ARE YOU)!

Catch up on the Hell on Earth Series HERE

- Five Years Later - 

Dean drove as fast as he could to the hospital, his heart racing as he ran the worse case scenarios in his mind. He turned off the engine, and ran inside the building, running to the closest nurse. “I’m here for Y/N!”

The nurse checked the clipboard she was holding. “She’s in Room 156.” Dean barely waited for the man to finish telling him which room she was in before he sprinted to that direction, throwing the door open.

“Y/N! Are you okay? What happened?” he fired various questions as he held her face in his hands, his eyes roaming around her body.

“I just fainted at work. It’s okay, Dean.” She put her hands on his wrists, giving it a squeeze before pulling it down to her lap. “I’m okay.”

He kissed her forehead, rubbing her back while doing so. “You’re going to take a one week vacation from work. Deal?”

Y/N laughed, but nodded. “Only if you’re taking a week off too.”

“I will.”

“Y/N?” The general doctor on-call knocked on the door before entering. She was in her mid-40s, a hijab framing her tanned skin, and a mole on her left cheek. She’s only been working in the hospital for a couple of months, but knew of Y/N from working several shifts with her already. As well as the fact that Y/N was promoted to be head nurse two years ago, and that role meant that she was to remember all of the names of the doctors that are in her precinct.

“Hey, Dr. Hussain.” Y/N greeted, giving the woman a warm smile.

“Oh, Y/N. How many times do I have to tell you to just call me Sarah?” She waved her hand, dismissing the formalities between them. “I heard about what happened, and the other nurses told me you’ve been feeling pretty unwell these past few weeks.”

She nodded, ignoring the worried looks Dean was giving her. “Yes. I just thought I was coming down with something.”

The doctor nodded, pulling out her charts.

Keep reading

listen, i’m going to be completely honest. writing is hard for me. i have trouble focusing for more than five minutes on any given task. i get bored easily. finishing a paragraph is a small victory in my eyes, and a whole chapter is exhausting. i’m not eloquent like some of the other amazing and talented writers in this fandom, and oftentimes (okay, almost all of the time) i don’t feel good enough. i wonder why i’m writing at all when there are a thousand stories out there that i know are better than my own, when it takes every ounce of effort i have to get words on a page. 

but then i get comments like this one,

or this one,

and they’re a reminder of why i write in the first place: because i have a story to tell that is uniquely my own, a spin of a trope that only i can bring to life. it’s a reminder that even if i don’t have confidence in myself, others out there do and are waiting to hear more of what i have to say about this story i’m weaving. nice comments are literally the fuel i feed off of when i’m having a particularly bad writing day, what i go back to when i wonder why i should continue on with a story that i wonder if anyone cares about but me. 

and that’s why comments matter this much to writers. sometimes it’s the only fuel we have, the only encouragement to continue on. without comments, writers can lose their inspiration and fuel, or worse of all, think that their fic isn’t worth continuing because nobody is giving them feedback. there is nothing more frustrating in the fic world than writing in a void, and it pains me that so many just think leaving a kudos on a fic is enough to keep a writer going. spoiler alert: it’s not. kudos are nice, but they don’t engage the writer in any way shape or form. it’s like waving to your friend from across the street instead of going up and having a conversation with them. and it hurts when a few hundred people will wave, but only 10 will talk. 

listen, i know there’s been a thousand other posts about this on here lately and i’m probably going to get lost to the void, but just know that i’m talking about this because i think it is so so important. authors put countless hours of time into their craft, writing and rewriting and editing. they create whole worlds with your favorite characters in them at no cost, and only ask to know if you liked it. that’s it. we’re not asking for much here.

next time you go to read a fic, please consider leaving a comment. even a simple ‘this was great, thank you!’ can do wonders for any writer. it doesn’t matter if the fic has ten thousand kudos on it or a hundred; i can assure you that the writer wants to hear what you have to say about their fic. 

because if you don’t, if writers have to continue without a lick of feedback, i can promise you that they will give up. the fuel will run out, and your favorite writer will throw in the towel. 

so take five minutes of your life and leave a comment, please. it can be complex or simple, a few words or many of them. any comment at all fuels me, and i know that’s the case for other writers too. we appreciate those who leave comments, and those are the ones the people we converse with when we get stuck, or need feedback on a plot point we’re unsure about. you are important to the writing process, and there could not be fic without fic readers and commenters. 

and if you are one of the people who constantly comments on fics, i’d like to personally thank you. i can’t speak for everyone, but i assume most would agree that getting that ‘x commented on ‘insert title here’’ ao3 emails makes their day. you are the reason we write, and i can’t thank you enough for every nice thing you’ve written in our comments. we see you, and we appreciate you.

basically, next time you read a fic, leave a comment! it’ll literally make the author’s day, and you can feel good about brightening an author’s inbox too.

anonymous asked:

Starz obviously has a deal with EW which gets us stuck with Lynette and no one else. If a large part of the fanbase actually boycotted, unfollowed them and raised some hell we might get somewhere but we're like pavlov's dogs when it comes to new content. And she has that content. I also feel if Sam had felt a blow for his answer instead of people excusing it we might have raised some awareness, but until that happens they will continue to crap on their fans from all angles.

I have no idea how the deals between networks and entertainment shows works, but I highly doubt that we would ever have much impact on who got the deal. Money talks much louder than disgruntled fans. I don’t follow those organizations/people and don’t care much what they have to say.

I’m sorry, I can’t jump on the mad at Sam bandwagon. I just don’t think it was that big of a deal. For all we know, there wasn’t actually a letter, and it was just described as such in order to say what they felt they needed to say. Maybe there was a letter and Sam was scrambling for an answer and Richard muttering ‘the letter’ gave him something to grab on to. Why did Sam have to be the one to answer? Maybe he took the bullet for everyone else? It was a stupid way to end the interview and totally unnecessary from just about every point of view. I blame the interviewer, not the actors who are there under the direction to play nice and answer questions. I also don’t think they were really mocking a fan. It was way too generic. ‘A fan’ could refer to literally anyone, and there is no way to ever know to whom they referred. I don’t think they were mean spirited. But even if they were, I don’t think you cure mean-spiritedness by returning it in kind. Why should Sam ‘receive a blow’? His days were jam packed, filled with interviews, promotion, fan encounters, being told where to go, what to do, what to say - it’s exhausting. My experience at ECCC only makes me realize that they work hard on con days - don’t get me wrong - I don’t feel bad for them. They make plenty of money, but maybe I can excuse one human for not being perfect under pressure. I really don’t think there is that much to be upset about. Water off a ducks back.

In my world, people can say stupid things and I can move on. I tell people IRL all the time that they have to work harder than that (whatever the incident was) to offend me. You have to actually try. You have to mean it, or I just won’t get offended. Even if you mean it, I still might choose not to take offense. It’s my choice and I’d rather let stuff go and feel happy. Doesn’t mean that we’ll be besties, but I don’t have to react based on another person’s desires. I don’t have to attend every fight I’m invited to, I don’t have to be angry, I don’t have to react at all if I don’t want to. That interview didn’t even make the top 500 of things that I’ll let upset me. Trust me, I’m a mess of a human and I let waaaay too much upset me.

I am sorry if it was upsetting to you. Let it go if you can, recognize that it’s just Hollywood fluff and choose to forgive and forget. And then go have an ice cream cone. It’s summer, and you’re worth it.

Artemis and the gang are trapped in a cave with a bloodthirsty troll
  • Artemis: ah yes looks like it's the end of the line for us. Might as well confess everything we never did before
  • Holly: well I record most of the scientific crap you and foaly say and then I have Grub mash them with a cool beat into some wicked rap music. We listen to it in the Haven offices and laugh
  • Butler: when I say I'm looking for new guns online I'm actually reading fluff fanfiction
  • Mulch: I actually love gourmet food. I can't go back to eating potatoes straight outta the dirt, I gotta wash 'em, peel 'em, season 'em... *sobbing* I just have to!
  • Juliet: I once had to wrestle a furry. And that's all you're ever gonna hear about it
  • Everyone else: *looks at artemis*
  • Artemis: I don't think I can do this
  • Butler: it's okay, Artemis, nothing will matter when that thing rips our heads off. Just say what you need.
  • Artemis: *tearfully* I... I...
  • Everyone: *leans closer*
  • Artemis: *looking down in embarrassment* I lied on my resume. I actually have only one PhD.
  • Everyone: *loud cursing and screaming, Holly gets so angry she actually manages to break the cuffs on her wrists*

okay, is no one going to talk about the fact that steve literally swept the deaths of a bunch of nigerians under the rug because wanda made a mistake?

trust me, i understand why people choose cap over everyone. i get his appeal, but how does one animatedly defend the needless murders of others? doesn’t even bench her? drags her back into the field against her will?

but the only thing the fandom focuses on is tony dragging peter into the fight. cool.

also i’m sure had they been white people that wanda killed, this would’ve been taken a lot seriously.

What’s Truly going on!

I am making this post as not only proof I know whats going to happen, and how close I was to the truth!

So, when @therealjacksepticeye was in LA last week something happened. My theory is that while hanging out with @markiplier Anti became highly self aware and in doing so caught the attention of Dark… Who then proceeded to gather all the other personality’s to ‘SUMMON” and “RETURN” Anti back in control to offer him a spot at his “Table of EBIL!”

My other one is, When Sean was in LA Mark called hiim up and was like Mark-”Hey braaa.. I got a cool sick plan I need your help with. and Sean’s all “Saaaaa Duuudddee! What be da fuk up?” Mark then explains to Sean how he is going to hit 18M subs very soon. they both then spend the next three days doing nothing but creating the BIGGEST FUCKING FANDOM FIREWORK I HAVE EVER SEEN! 


So in other words, Sean helped Mark get everyone HYPED AS FUCK! and that tomorrow ALL SHALL BE RELIEVED on Marks 18M video..

So a friend has requested that I go to our 20th high school reunion in September. I hadn’t planned on going, seeing there’s only two people I keep in touch with from high school.

But one of those two friends wants to go and people watch. She promised we’ll get a table in the back and not mingle unless people come to our table. And considering the restaurant it’s in is within walking distance of my apartment, we can drink heavily if we want. 

And I have a feeling we’ll want to. Sigh. Now I need to find a new outfit.