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Unmute !

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➤ The Boys || Jensen Ackles as Soldier Boy

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“Are you trying to get real with me this early in the morning?” — Thomas Gibson as David McMillan in Love and Human Remains (1993) dir. Denys Arcand

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don’t let it happen again.

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I noticed that ur request are closed do u ever plan on reopening them again I just started reading your fics on this page and it amazing

Thank you so much! And yes I do plan on reopening requests and hopefully soon. I’ve had them closed mostly so I could focus on myself because I was going through somewhat of a rough time at the beginning of this year. Now though, I’m doing a lot better and I’m just trying to get into the habit of writing consistently again. Thank you again <3

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oh happy birthday SSA derek morgan i love you for always <3

#i love this man😍

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Reblog if you’re the gay sister

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Okay goodnight, I’ll try to post something tomorrow but you guys know me already so it probably won’t happen <3

#i have terrible time management #as well as a terrible memory #<3 gn

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them <3

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One Room Away

Dean Winchester X Teen!Sister!Reader X Sam Winchester (Platonic/Familial)

Summary: Y/N’s self doubt gets in the way of asking her older brothers for help after having a nightmare. (Set before the boys owned the bunker)

Warnings: Swearing, Self Deprecating Thoughts, Nightmares of Gore, Blood and Death. Canon Typical Violence. (Spoilers for Seasons 1-5)

A/N: I imagined reader was around 14-17

“This is stupid.” You mumbled underneath your breath, your hand raised in a fist as you held it just before the door of your brother’s motel room.

When you had originally stopped at the dingy motel, you and your older brother’s had planned to catch some sleep after an exhausting ghoul hunt. You hadn’t planned on standing outside their door and debating with yourself on whether or not you should knock.

Ever since you were little, you had shared a room with the boys. Dean had claimed it was so you couldn’t run off in the middle of the night if you got tired of them, but you knew, beneath his teasing, that they just wanted to make sure you were safe and sound.

Lately though, they had been booking two rooms. Leaving you to your own, only bothering you when it was time to eat or time to head out.

At first you didn’t mind, thankful to have some alone time. It could be suffocating living with two grown men who had the habit of acting like children.

After a while though, it grew to become lonely. Not to mention that without the the presence of your older brothers, nightmares plagued your mind.

Some nights it was the death of your father that forced you to jolt up in bed, a shaky and sweaty mess as you tried to calm your racing heart. Other times it Sam’s first death, when Jake had mercilessly stabbed him in the back. The memory made you shutter as you remembered the way Sam fell to the ground, blood seeping from the wound in his back.

Tonight though, you were forced to rewatch your oldest brother be ripped to shreds by hellhounds. His screams echoed through your skull, the nightmare was vivid, too realistic. You couldn’t take it anymore, and that’s how you ended up standing outside your brother’s door at three in the morning, the cold night air causing you to shiver as you fought with yourself internally.

You were terrified, not wanting to face the horrid flashes of gore you saw every time you closed your eyes. You were afraid to admit it though. You felt pathetic just thinking of knocking on their door. For fuck sake you were a hunter!

Negative thoughts ran through your head as you let your arm fall to your side. What if your brothers thought you were weak? How would they trust you to handle a hunt if you couldn’t even handle sleeping in your own room?

You glanced to your motel room door, which sat right next to the one you currently stood at. Maybe you should just go back, pretend like this never happened and watch some lousy cable TV until it was time to leave in the morning. No sleep was better than nightmares.

Yeah, that sounded like a plan. With a small huff, you turned to head back to your room, but the click of a door opening froze you in your spot.

“Y/N? What are you doing?” Sam asked you, scratching his head as he let out a small yawn.

You gulped, feeling like a deer caught in headlights. “Oh well... I...” God, this was embarrassing. You were so pathetic you couldn’t even come up with an excuse, and you lied for a living.

“Sam if you don’t shut that door I’m gonna kick your ass, you’re gonna freeze my nuts off!” You heard Dean yell from inside the room.

Sam rolled his eyes at your big brother before grabbing your arm and tugging you inside the room. He ruffled your hair before closing the door behind him.

“Quit being a baby, it isn’t even that cold out.” Sam called to Dean as he made his way to the bathroom.

You felt stupid as you stood in the middle of their motel room, and even more so when you noticed Dean’s lingering stare. Maybe you should just tell them your bathroom wasn’t working, pretend to use theirs and leave.

Though before you could say anything, Dean beat you too it. “What’s up, squirt?” He asked.

You panicked, heart racing what felt like a million miles a minute as you answered. “Um, my bathroom...” but you couldn’t finish your sentence. These were your big brother’s. They weren’t here to judge you, they were here to protect you. There was no reason to hide from them and you knew that, so why were you?

“Your bathroom?” Dean questioned as he sat up in his bed, letting out a yawn before sending you a questioning look.

Sam made his exit from the bathroom, making his way back to the creaky bed he claimed before setting his attention to you.

You looked up at the brothers, anxiety crawling up your spine. Just tell them, you thought to yourself. What’s the worse that could happen?

“Y/N? You all right?” Sam asked, concern evident in his tone.

You took a deep breath, closing your eyes as you mumbled out the six words you’ve wanted to tell them since you’d had your first nightmare. “I don’t want to be alone.” Your voice came out as no more than a whisper, and your cheeks burned with embarrassment.

You felt weak, pathetic. Here you were standing in front of the two best hunters and telling them you didn’t want to be alone. God, this was a stupid, stupid idea. They probably think-

“Was it a nightmare?” Dean asked softly.

You glanced between Sam and Dean, and what you were expecting to be disgusted or annoyed expressions were one’s of concern.

You nodded, eyes falling to your feet.

“You wanna talk about it?” Sam asked.

You shook your head, not wanting to relive the events you’d been trying so hard to forget.

“Well… you wanna sleep with one of us?” Dean asked.

You nodded and quickly made your way to Dean’s bed.

He opened the covers and let you slide underneath them before letting his arm fall over you in a comfortable embrace.

It felt nice to be in his arms, it reminded you of when you were little and he’d carry you to bed when you fell asleep in the Impala. But a small thought was nagging your brain and you were quick to sit up. “Wait.” You mumbled, leaving your brother’s warm embrace and making your way to Sam.

He smiled softly as he opened his arms and you were quick to fall into them, letting him squeeze you tightly and give your forehead a soft kiss as he mumbled goodnight before letting you run back to Dean.

“I’m sorry for bothering you guys.” You whispered into the dark room, eyelids getting heavier by the second.

“You’re never a bother Y/N/N.” Sam said, turning to face you from his bed. He was silent for a moment before speaking up again. “Dean and I get nightmares too. We know what it’s like to not want to be alone.”

“We’re here for you.” Dean continued. “And if you ever have another nightmare or just feel alone, we’re only one room away.”

You hoped they couldn’t hear the quiet sniffle you let out as your eyes brimmed with tears. You knew their was no need to doubt yourself when you had two amazing older brothers like Sam and Dean.

#supernatural x reader #spn x reader #dean winchester x sister!reader #sam winchester x sister!reader #winchester!sister #winchester!reader #spn x sister reader #supernatural x sister reader #supernatural x platonic reader #spn x platonic reader #dean winchester x reader #sam winchester x reader

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How do you deal with anon hate?

Just realize that those people had to click a button to remove their name cause they’re scared of you. They ain’t shit.

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If You Wonder 'Bout The Lightning, I'm Coming Back With The Thunder

Tamaranean!Batmom x Batfamily

Word Count: 1K Warnings: None

Author's Note: For the ask I received! Enjoy! -Thorne

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It had been pure luck that she’d met Bruce that night she’d fallen through the portal with the Psions following too. Koriand’r hadn’t been with her, and she was fearful of what had happened to her, but the main concern had been the man in front of her communicating in a language she didn’t understand.

It’d taken a few moments of them mumbling and gesturing back and forth in their respective languages to effectively communicate that she needed to kiss him to understand him. And as far as first kisses had ever gone, it was amazing. Language upon language flooded her mind and she collapsed from the strain of it all; he’d caught her, asking if she was okay. She could finally understand, and she’d smiled, nodding, Yes. Thank you.

She explained all she could to this “Batman”—Bruce was his name underneath the mask; she was a prisoner of an evil scientific experimenting race, only escaping with her Princess Koriand’r, but they’d gotten split up. I am Princess Koriand’r’s Lady-in-waiting. And it is my duty to be at her side but so much was happening then, and we have been split up. She’d taken his hands, pleading his help and he agreed.

With no place to go, he let her come to his own manor, though she was loathe to intrude. I should not overstay my welcome, Bruce. If I am, please tell me. He’d merely laughed at her, a whole-body laugh. You haven’t even been here ten minutes. Relax R'hyathiss, you’re more than welcome to stay as long as you’d like. Then he’d paused and looked at her. You might want to find a human name to blend in. R’hyathiss might be confusing for some people and could possibly draw attention.

She’d agreed. What should I name myself then? Bruce took a moment to look her over. (Y/N) Athis. The name sounded strange on her tongue, unfamiliar, foreign, but the longer she said it, the more she liked it. (Y/N) Athis. I enjoy it greatly. He’d smiled at her. I’m glad.

Of course, it’d taken a few months to even track down where Koriand’r had landed, another few to find her. When (Y/N) finally did meet Koriand’r again, it’d been an entire year and Bruce and her had already gotten married. She certainly wasn’t expecting to meet Koriand’r as her son’s girlfriend, but Dick loved her, and he’d grown confused when the two Tamaraneans pointed at each other and embraced like long lost sisters.

Oh, Richard, Kori was apart of the modeling company I worked for! She and I have been friends for years! (Y/N) lied easily enough, though she felt bad for doing so and ushered Kori into another room where they could talk it out. The fact that (Y/N) had hid her alien nature from her family save Bruce. Kori, bless the Princess, had understood whole-heartedly, and agreed to play along, though (Y/N) never forgot her place as Koriand’r’s Lady in Waiting. And she was always there when Kori needed her.

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Dick groaned as Kori crashed into him and he wrapped his arms around her waist. “Are you alright?” he asked, and she winced, getting off him.

“I am fine.” Her green eyes found her sister’s. “Komand’r will not stop. She is too angry.”

“Tell me about it,” he grunted, climbing to his feet before dodging another attack. “We need help. Even the Justice League is taking some heavy hits.” His gaze drifted to his father and the JL, watching as they fought viciously against Komand’r’s forces.

“We need (Y/N).”

Dick blinked in confusion, glancing to his brothers who were equally confused. “What? Why would mom be needed?”

Kori didn’t answer, flying to Bruce; she punched a monster coming his way and looked down. “Call her. Now.”

“We’ve got this.” He retorted and she grabbed his arm tightly.

“Call R’hyathiss. Now.”

Bruce stared her down, but she didn’t flinch, and he raised his hand to his ear. “We need you.”

Moments later, a streak of ivory shot across the sky and hit Komand’r with the force of a freight train on steroids. The queen flew back, crashing into the road and when the smoke had cleared, everyone in the street was in pure shock as (Y/N) stood before them, a mighty look upon her face.

Komand’r scoffed. “I knew you would show up soon enough, R’hyathiss. Our ever-punctual Lady-in-waiting.”

(Y/N) stared her down. “I was never your lady in waiting, Komand’r. I am Princess Koriand’r’s.” Her hands shined with a pure white light. “Your betrayal of her lady, scrapped any chance of me caring about you as well.” Bringing her hands up, (Y/N) threatened, “You have once chance to retreat from this battlefield with your army or I will kill you where you stand.”

“You wouldn’t dare, peasant.” Komand’r shot back.

“You have threatened my lady and my family.” (Y/N)’s eyes glowed a sharp ivory. “Koriand’r is the strongest of us, but I am stronger than you.” She let the white aura surround her. “Make your choice, Komand’r. Face me, or retreat from earth. Now.”

The two locked gazes for a solid moment then the queen called for a retreat, rising high into the sky. “I will come back.”

(Y/N) huffed. “And I will wait for the day in which I fulfill my duty of slaying you. For the suffering of my lady, and myself.”

Komand’r disappeared in a cloud of black as did the army and the entire street rejoiced. (Y/N) lowered to the ground and looked to her family that was staring at her like she’d grown three heads. She winced. “Believe me,” she murmured. “I did not tell you because I was afraid of this occurring.”

“You’re a Tamaranean, mom?” Dick asked.

She smiled warmly, nodding her head. “Yes, my sweet boy, I am.” Fingers touched her palm and she looked down at Bruce who was gazing at her, but even she could see the care in his face. “Hello my darling.”

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bakugo the type to stick his face up in yours, put his lips inches away, silently begging for a kiss and when you do lean in the rest of way and give him the kiss, he's like "youre so needy, always wanting me to kiss you. desperate" or he's arguing with you and leans in real close, smirking too, to be like "HA you wanna kiss me so bad, you look dumb." like no imma beat that ass, get away from me, ugly. bakugo will never kiss you, almost makes you wonder what happen when you get married and they say "you may now kiss the bride" like is he gonna kiss you or is he gonna scowl and make you lean in the last inch like always?

"Do you remember," Bakugo begins, his lips against the shell of your ear, one hand outstretched and clasping yours as your bodies sway in time, "that time I said you looked dumb for wantin' to kiss me?"

Soft music plays behind you, and you admire his face under the warm glow of the lanterns that hang above you.

"Got so mad at me, thought I'd never see you again," he smirks, to which you're smacking a newly-ringed hand against the satin of his tux, glaring at the smug look on his face.

"That is not true," you gasp. "You stood in front of the door until I had to call Kirishima to get you to move!"

Bakugo barks out a laugh, the hand not gripping yours moving from your hip to your ass in a rough squeeze.

"Still married me though, didn'tcha?"

You roll your eyes, pushing back against the feel of his hips teasingly dipping into yours, your white dress and all still tight around your navel. "I'd say you're lucky I even kissed you at that altar, Katsuki."

He tuts, lowering his eyes as he leans down to meet your gaze.

"Watch it, bride," he growls, warm mouth finally brushing yours, "I think I kissed you."

Your lips meet.

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How was Vermont?