Having Writers Block Is So Much Fun For The Fics And My Own Writing That Im Doing. Like, I Have Ideas

Having writer’s block is so much fun for the fics and my own writing that I’m doing. Like, I have ideas and can visualize what’s gonna happen in my head, but I can’t put them down into words. 

Batfam turns into cute tsum Tsum, reader recation

I hope I wrote what you wanted 

Little Tubbies

Going back to the front door, I hear little footsteps at the top of the stairs. “Aw, no.” I chuckle.

Your POV

“Boys?!” It echoes throughout the mansion. “I’m home!” I walk to the kitchen to dump bags of food on the counter. Rummaging through the bag, I pull out a bag of Pods to snack on whilst I have a search for the boys.

I walk upstairs to have the boys and Bruce tumble over each other to stand at the top of the stairs. I put the Pods down next to me as I kneel in front of them. “What happened?” I cooed.

Stretching out my hand, palm up, they all fight to who stands on me. I stretch out the other one to have all of them tumble onto my hands, the boys on the sides of Bruce.

“Afternoon, Miss. (L/N).” Standing up, I see Alfred walk towards me, myself greeting him back. “Do you know what happened?” I life my hands up a bit. “I believe the Joker gave them some sort of gas that made them turn into these TsumTsums.”

“Do you know how long they’ll be like this?”

“24 hours, I believe.” Thanking the butler, we walk off our different ways. At the bottom of the stairs, I put the boys down. They waddle behind me. “Dinner will be finished shortly.” He calls out. I thank him again.

“Okay, babies.” Small noises come from them as I open my bedroom door. “I am going to do some work.” I sit on the middle of my bed with my laptop in front of me. 

~5 minutes later~

Small tugs are being pulled on my blanket. I sigh as I lean over the side of my bed to check out the boys wanting to come up onto the bed.

Cocking an eyebrow, I get up to walk to the connected bathroom, watching the Tsums follow me. I notice that Damian has a small scratch on his cheek. “Baby boy.” I pick him up and walk into the bathroom, the four following.

I settle Damian on the edge of the bathtub before doing the same to the others. I put the plug into its hole before running the water, it slowly filling up the tub.

The bottle of bubbles falls over, the liquid pouring itself into the water. “Thanks for scaring the shit out of me. Now stay here. I’m going to go get changed into my togs.” I go back to my room to do so.

After a few minutes, I turn the faucets off and settle in the nice, warm water. The Tsums either slide down or jump into the water.

Damian pops his head up in front of me. I scoop him up in one hand, water falling down the sides. His cheek nuzzles against my index finger. I gently stroke the scratch.

Minutes pass, the Tsums whining.

Drops of water drip from my body with the sound of the water gushing down the pipe.

The Tsums follow me as I dry my body off. I scoop them up and place them onto the bed. I throw the towel over them to quickly change into comfier clothes.

Just as I slipped my (shirt/singlet/tank top) on, knocks fill the room, the door opens to show Alfred. “Dinner’s ready.”

“Thank you, Alfred.” The Tsums heads’ poke out from under the towel. I grab the hoodie from itself being draped over the back of the chair, the hoodie being Jason’s. “Come on.”

Damian and Tim are in the one, big pocket, Bruce in the hoodie and Dick and Jason being on each of my shoulders.

Arriving in the kitchen, I settle the Tsums on the table. They surround a piece of homemade pizza as I eat my plateful.

Jason must be full ‘cause he jumps onto my lap and into the pocket. All of them waddle away from the crust to have Tim and Damian fight each other. I scoop up Bruce and Dick to have them on my shoulders, the part where my shoulders meet my neck.

“I think all of us are tired. Thanks, Alfred, for dinner!” I pick up Tim and Damian by the collars of their shirts to have them wiggle around. 

Dick and Bruce jump onto my bed once I sit down on it, Jason crawls out and Tim and Damian are settled with the others.

I crawl up my bed to be under the covers and shifting to lie on my side, facing the other half of the bed. The Tsums get comfortable; Bruce on the other pillow with Tim, Dick being up against my stomach, Jason in the joint of my neck and Damian being in the crook of my arm, which is resting on my side.

“Night, boys.”

~Morning comes in~

“You guys eat too much!”

Get Back In The Car - John x Winchester!F!Reader

Summary: You tell Dean to pull over ‘cause you can’t do hunts anymore. The three men hop out with John starting to fight with you

John’s POV I go through the pages of my journal as Dean is driving and Sam and (Y/N) are in the back. A few scratches and bruises are on the four of us. “Dean, pull over.”

Dean glances at his sister to give her a confused look through the rear view mirror, Sam doing the same thing by turning his head. “Why?” Dean asks. “Do it!” (Y/N) growls.

Slowing down and pulling over, before (Y/N) could open the door, I reach over Dean to lock all the doors. “Why’d you do that?” (Y/N) glares at me. “You’re not going anywhere.”

(Y/N) swirls around Dean, making him move back more in his seat, so she can unlock the doors. Once it’s done, she goes out her door to slam it. “No slamming!” Dean says as the three of us get out to go to the boot as (Y/N) is grabbing her stuff.

“No slamming? Really, Dean?” Slumping her bag onto her shoulder and closing the boot, “That’s real funny coming from you since every time we go out to a bar, you manage to do that to blonde chicks.” Bumping into his shoulder, she walks past us to start walking away.

Walking faster and making her stop from myself being in front of her, I give her a glare. “Get back in the car.” A ‘No’ becomes my answer. “It wasn’t a question.”

“And I’m not giving a shit.” Doing the same thing she did to Dean, she walks past, but only to have her stop again by my hand gripped around her wrist. “Let go or I’ll do the same thing I did to that wolf.”

Feeling the barrel of her gun underneath my chin, I let go of her wrist. She puts the gun back into its holster. “I’m done hunting. I know it’s hard to get out of this life, but I’m going to stay with Bobby.” Her brothers question why. “Because I can’t be his little soldier anymore.” She answers without looking at them.

Sam walks to her to make her bag dump to the ground to wrap his arms around her. She returns it before giving one to Dean. She picks her bag up to rest it where it was.

“It’s been years since she died. She wouldn’t want you to treat her kids like they do in the army. But you did it anyway because you ‘need’ to find Yellow Eyes. What you need to do is save the people who are going to get hurt or possibly die from these beasts. Also, the difference between you and them, I’m related to a monster.”

And like that, she walks off the way we came.

Dean and Sam now are standing where she was. “You made us lose one of the best things that has ever happened to us.” Dean sternly says as he and Sam grab their bags from the boot. I question what they’re doing.

“We’re staying with her. Like Dean said, we lost one of the best things that happened to us.” Sam closes the boot with Dean handing me the keys.

They both walk in the same direction as their sister. Sighing, I look down to see a pictured key chain on the keys. It’s the three of them when they were younger in a motel with a smile on their faces. I look up to the sky scattered in stars. “I fucked up, Mary.”

The Demon That Can Feel Love From One Conversation - Demon!Dean x F!Reader

This is requested from my wonderful friend @dimelozabdi​. Thank you for the request 

Summary: Demon Dean is sitting in the dungeon and see you sneak in. You have an emotional conversation about loving each other that kinda breaks him out of it

Once you know that Sam and Cas are out of the bunker to go and do some things, you go down to the dungeon to talk to your boyfriend who is now a demon, one of the many things you hunt.

Opening the door, Dean perks his head up. His black eyes show. A smile is on his face once he sees that it’s you instead of his brother or their angel friend. The darkness fades away, letting his beautiful green eyes come out. “Hey, sweetheart.”

“Hi, Dean.” You breathe out, your shoulders relax. “It’s been days since I’ve seen you. Where have you been? I’ve been missing you, baby.” He shifted in his seat to have his ass touching the back rest.

“I’ve missed you, too.” He tilts his head a bit and has his smile turned into a small frown. “Then why haven’t you come to see me?”

“I don’t know, but I know that I wouldn’t be talking to my Dean.” You walk towards him to have your hands gripped onto his forearms, your face neared his. “That is why you are going to let us turn you back.”

Dean acts like he’s thinking. After a few seconds pass, he shakes his head, “Nah.” His head snaps to the right from you doing a right hook.

You take a few steps back. You watch the small cut you caused on his cheek to heal up.

“You are so dumb by getting that Mark of Cain, and so stupid for doing other things. You went off to fuck those chicks from the bars and diners, knowing little of my feelings for you. You’d do anything for Sam, Cas and I. Fuck, you would die for us and you have.

You think and believe that you’re not worthy to live or to be loved. People have loved you, Dean, and they’ve died for you, so you can live for them, so you can live your life, knowing the people who loved you have died for you and the people who are still alive and loving you now,” you pause to catch your breath, “they would die for you. Fuck me, I would die for you and I have. I’ll do it again over and over.

I don’t care if you shout, yell, scream, or even hit me to not die for you. You are the love of my life and the big brother to Sam and the luckiest friend to Cas. 

You have been there for me in my ups and downs and when shark week comes along. You give the best hugs, cuddles and kisses. And damn, the best sex every time.

I am so fucking in love with you, Dean Winchester.” Your head is tilted to the side a bit, a soft smile on your face and tears stinging your eyes. “But that doesn’t matter right now, does it?”

Dean is quiet, so are you. You walk back to him to give him a sweet kiss. He returns it.

Air. Break for air. You did as you thought of. Dean leans his head forward to lean his forehead against yours.

In the corners of your eyes, you see him make a grabbing motion with his hands. You sit on his lap and have your hands resting on the back of his neck. You begin to play with the short hairs at the nape of his neck.

He leans in to have his lips against yours. “Please, help me.” He mumbles against you. Your hands rest on his stubbly cheeks. “I love you. Please, (Y/N), help.”

“I will.”

Little Note 2

I think I’m going to have Supernatural as my main fanfic write ups ‘cause I have so many gifs on my desktop and it seems like I’ve been writing about it more than the other fandoms. Requests to the fandoms are still open

A Bit of Destiel Fluff

Cas: We love each other *smiles at Dean*

Dean: ...

Dean: Dude, people don't know that

Sam *smiles*: Yeah, they do

Sam: And when should he say it? At your wedding?

Dean: ...

Dean: Shut up, bitch