#pretty cracky ngl

[noxnthea]

The Hoarding Habits of the California Stiles

rating: T pairing: Derek/Stiles tags: pov outsider, pack cuddles, shapeshifter stiles, werecreature stiles, established relationship, fluff wordcount: 2,000 summary:

When Stiles was bitten by a raccoon, the worst Scott was expecting was rabies. And don’t get him wrong, Scott knows rabies is a serious disease; he just doesn’t know if whatever the hell these habits his best friend has developed are any better. Or, where the pack is two parts amused, two parts grossed out, and one part charmed by Stiles’ new were-raccoon instincts.

alternatively, Stiles as the following:

#sterek #my fic #exchange fic #sterek fic #pretty cracky ngl #but also a delight #take my word for it

[musingsofmyown]

3:23 am Baker Street 221b

The door to Sherlock's room opened with a soft click. Lamplight from outside streamed in painting lines of orange-gold over the detective. John knelt by his bedside, trying not to wake him, and crossed his hands to use as a pillow on the edge of the bed.

Sherlock stirred a bit, slowly blinking his eyes open,"John?" His voice still groggy from sleep,"John, is everything okay? You-" he scanned the doctor's face,"You've been crying, are you hur-"

"I had to make sure you were still alive."

Those few words brought Sherlock to full alertness,"I'm sorry..." He wrapped an arm around John, he felt colder than usual,"I'm so sorry John, I promise I'm here, I'm real. I'm alive and I'm never leaving again."

John backed away from Sherlock's grip and stood, the younger man was worried he crossed a boundary,"budge over."

"Wha-"

"Scoot," John lifted the sheet and started getting in bed with Sherlock,"This is something that I should have done years ago, but better late than never."

Sherlock, silently thankful that he decided to wear his full set of pyjamas, made enough room for John and then some, not wanting to seem overeager,"John, are you sure that you want to-"

"William Sherlock Scott Holmes, it is three-thirty in the morning and I am madly in love with you. Have been for years," he adjusted the pillow to a good place before setting his head down, body facing Sherlock,"I've never gotten the guts to tell you, but it's true in every sense. I fell in love with you that first night in the landing when Angelo handed me that stupid cane," John lifted an arm in invitation,"So come here you brilliant madman and cuddle with me so I know you're still here."

He took his chance to tuck himself against John's body, head on his heart and smiled,"I love you too John."

"Good, otherwise this would have been too awkward for me to stand-" They both started to chuckle,"would've fled London-"

"I don't blame you."

"Maybe even Europe as a whole-"

"John!" Sherlock was practically shaking with laughter,"You're clearly sleep-deprived."

"Clearly."

"Goodnight, John."

"G'night love."

___________________

@helloliriels @fluffbyday-smutbynight @emaster875 @whatnext2020 @dinner--starving @loki-lock @kettykika78 @mycrofts-umbrella-in-the-tardis @gaylilsherlock @topsyturvy-turtely @colourfulwatson @safedistancefrombeingsmart @kyramaximoff @psychosociogentleman @peanitbear @astudyin221b @justanobsessedpan @thesherlockandjohnshow @icatee @boldlygowhereitsbiggerinside @ethannexil @sherlockwatsons @totallysilvergirl 

let me know if you want to be taken off or put on!!!

#More under the cut!! #OH GOD #guys #omg guys #as I was writing this- a song started playing #Bullet by Hollywood Undead #and the first lyrics are ''My legs are dangling off the edge'' #and OH MY GOD #I almost fell out of my seat laughing #bbc sherlock #sherlock holmes #john watson #johnlock #sherlock #johnlock fanfiction #musings masterpiece #crack fic #... it's pretty cracky ngl #I'm on a crack fic roll

[angels-fics]

And A G E L F I C! ( thank u for the ask you’re amazing)

oh stawp it no you're amazing!!! mwah mwah

A - Ships that you currently like a lot. (They don’t have to be OTPs because not everyone has OTPs.) Friendships, pairings, threesomes, etc. are allowed.

the royjamie brainrot is strong in me. royjamiekeeley too bc i, like jamie, would do anything a beautiful woman told me to do, even if that beautiful woman's advice led to public bdsm dynamics in the workplace. whatever you say queen 👸🏼

C - A ship you have never liked and probably never will.

i'm ngl jack/keeley but that's mostly bc fanfic spoiled it for me??? also the other bad power dynamics in canon, michelle/jacob, rupert/rebecca, rupert/bex, rupert/ms. kakes (we get it you don't like rupert). i don't think i really have any ships that really ick me out that are supposed to be well-liked? i'm easily swayed bro

E - Have you added anything cracky/hilarious to your fandom? If so, what?

i don't add to fandoms. i lower the property value just by being here.

but honestly, i recently wrote and published an anonymous piece, which was received fairly well, i think. i'm not going to make it un-anonymous, but i was pretty surprised by the reception, and i'm happy about it.

F - What’s the longest you’ve ever been in a fandom?

i think, technically, the star wars fandom, because i watched it with my parents when i was a child, and about a year and a half ago had a flare-up. wrote the most words i've ever written for any fandom for star wars ✊✊✊

G - Have you ever had an OTP? If so, do you remember your first one? Who was in it?

i... don't know? like i first remember the term being used in, like, the marvel fandom (which i was never active in) and went down a rabbit hole. it was enlightening. but no, i don't think i've had an otp. there's certainly ships that i've liked, and sought out content for, but in the first fandom i was ever tangibly in, i didn't have an otp

I - Has Tumblr caused you to stop liking any fandoms, if so, which and why?

i don't think so. i've lost interest in some fandoms that my mutuals still like, so i normally scroll past that content now, and those would be six of crows, star wars, and stranger things. i'm pretty sure it's gonna happen to ted lasso, too, but i think i've got some time yet!

L - Say something genuinely nice about a character who isn’t one of your faves. (Characters you’re neutral about are fair game, as are characters you merely dislike. Characters that you absolutely loathe with the fire of ten thousand suns are exempt, as there is no point in giving yourself an aneurysm over a character that you hate.)

oh boy, i've immediately decided to adopt every character as one of my faves. uhhhhh i guess i would have to go with... coach beard? i really enjoy how he's genuinely so weird, and not in a put-on, false way, just being who he is. i think his brief moments of lucidity, where he's very verbose in a way that is comprehensible to the other characters, hit so hard and are meaningful because they are few and far between. i like that he and ted are the two extremes of americanism, in my mind. i like that he uses the fact that other people don't know how to act around him to his advantage, and i try to apply that philosophy to some of my characters in original fiction as well as in my own life. i think it's a terrible shame that he sees jane as the only person who is unafraid to be as weird as him and feels obligated to stay with her because being understood is better than being unhurt and oh jesus christ i think beard is one of my faves now

#towe talks #asks #readwing #thank you! #ted lasso #coach beard #jane payne #anti jane payne #royjamie #royjamiekeeley

[leandra-winchester]

My Buddie Sims - 16/? (Master Post)

These days, Eddie is always super tan. He still had his tan from their beach vacation and then got some more in the spring sun (and spring in LA can be pretty warm and sunny already).

So they're all having a great time in their beautiful garden. Christopher absolutely adores his little kitten Polly, and she him.

And look how tiny she is next to Buck's long (and also nicely tanned) legs!

But every kitten eventually grows into an adult cat. She still sleeps on the kitty bed next to Christopher's, every night, though.

The two of them are simply inseparable.

Even if Polly can be quite the little shit sometimes. Both Buck and Eddie have told her countless times not to jump onto the counters, but she still keeps doing it. Look at that smug little face!

More after the cut (and Chris turning into a teen)

As spring moves into early summer, Christopher's birthday is coming up. He'll have a proper party with all his school friends (which happened 'off-screen; I didn't put much time into creating other children for the game, so we'll just have to imagine that), but that afternoon, his bisabuela, great-aunt Pepa, Bobby and Athena, as well as aunt Maddie and uncle Chimney are coming over to enjoy a barbecue and some early summer fun activities.

Like water balloon fights, which is always fun!

And this is the last look at Chris as a kid. (Ngl, I was looking forward to him being a teen - or preteen, rather, since I have a mod for that which makes your preteens shorter than adults and overall look and act younger than they would in the game - but Christopher was really the cutest boy I ever created in the Sims game, and I already miss him being a child. 😭 )

But here he is, now a teen, getting a hug from his step-dad.

And having cake that Buck baked for him.

Moving on to a few days later, Buck visiting his sister's house and greeting his little niece (which *cough* I had kind of forgotten to create in the game until that point).

He spins her around and plays with her.

And she tells him a really thrilling story about her bunny toy that was lost but then dad found it again! (or something)

As for the Buckley-Diaz family, nothing has changed. Eddie still greets Buck with a kiss when he comes home, and they're both just ridiculously in love.

Eddie also got a lot better at cooking, thoroughly enjoying it whenever he gets to prepare a meal for his husband and his son.

(And this gaze in particular reminded me of my own fanfic where Eddie prepares *that* dinner for Buck and Taylor, and cracky unhinged shit happens in my fic. 😁 None of those things happened here, however. Although, in this verse, it would have at least made sense for him to have the ‘special ingredient’ around... Go read the fic if you want to know what I’m talking about.)

The Buckley-Diaz boys wouldn't be the Buckley-Diaz boys if they didn't still play video games together.

Which they do, frequently. (I utterly adore their face journeys through those games and could have posted at least 10 screenshots of this scene alone.)

Christopher, now being a teen, made a few changes to his room, too. All the childlike drawings he made have been neatly packed away by his dads, and instead he has some very cool shark art on his wall above his desk (with a brand new computer). And he's got shark bed covers as well. Ever since that beach trip where he met Emma he's been really, really into sharks.

And that concludes our family fun for this post. Next we have more garden fun and date nights. 

#my sims #my buddie sims #buddie #buckley diaz family

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Aliens Abduct; Bats Adopt

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/Uj5EHJZ

by Megaerakles

“Uh… Mr. Batman, sir? Are you finally awake?” Bruce blinked several times as his mind raced and he tried to get his bearings. He’d been… He’d been returning to the cave after patrol, and had been almost home when something huge had crashed in front of the Batmobile. He’d barely swerved out of the way in time, and then he’d gotten out to investigate it. And then he’d touched whatever it was, and it had lit up in red light, and then… then it was now. And now he was lying on the floor of a small, all-white room while a small, dark haired child sat next to him and stared with blatant curiosity. He sat up with a groan. “Where am I?” “Some sort of cell on an alien spaceship,” the child said, his voice sounding more annoyed than anything else. “I’ve got an escape plan, though, so don’t worry. I’ll get you out of here.”

Words: 3762, Chapters: 1/3, Language: English

Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Tim Drake, Bruce Wayne

Relationships: Tim Drake & Bruce Wayne

Additional Tags: Brief appearances by a few other characters, Alien Abduction, the aliens are not actually that threatening dont worry, Mistaken Identity (Kinda), Tim Drake is Not Robin, Kid Tim Drake, POV Tim Drake, POV Bruce Wayne, Bruce Wayne is Batman, Bruce Wayne is a Good Parent, Bruce Wayne is So Done, Bad Parents Jack and Janet Drake, Tim Drake Lacks Self-Preservation Instincts, Bruce: is it kidnapping a child if the aliens kidnapped him first, this is pretty cracky ngl, i really just wanted to write kid Tim distressing Batman with his insane plans, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/Uj5EHJZ

#IFTTT #bruce wayne #batman #the dark knight #the cape crusader #gotham #dc universe #ao3 #ao3feed

[ushidoux]

Not Enough - Oikawa (Haikyuu) x Reader x Gojo (JJK)

Summary: Your relationship with Oikawa feels more like a curse than anything else as it comes to a close. (~4.2k words) or tl;dr gojo is mr. steal your girl

Warnings: breakup, idk Gojo is a warning, cracky angst?, pegging mention, yandere themes

A/N: Ngl I’m patting myself on the back for making a crossover fic work somewhat LOLLLL, you can roll your eyes if you want this is hella melodramatic.

(if you wanna commission more niche things, you can always dm me <3)

---

“I-I think it’s best for us to end things here, Tooru...”

Oikawa’s fingers tightened around the cell phone in his hand at the sound of your shakily delivered proposition, and further at the abrupt pregnant pause thereafter - not because he was angry, nor afraid, but out of an all-encompassing confusion.

Two things were wrong with this situation. First of all, it was late enough for you, thousands of miles away, that he was genuinely surprised that you were still awake in the first place and the fact that your voice was thick with tears was particularly upsetting, implying that you’d been up all night before you decided to call. Second, you had to be feeling unwell because you were talking pure nonsense.

He must have not heard correctly. You wanted to ‘end things’?

End what? You and him? That couldn’t possibly happen.

Moments passed, maybe even a full minute, and Oikawa stood perfectly still in spite of the uncomfortable combination of a weightless sensation in his legs and a feverish pounding in his chest as he tried to let himself understand what you were saying. Suddenly lightheaded, he realized he had been holding his breath while you remained quiet on the other end of the line. Maybe he was hoping for you to fill the silence, but he knew you wouldn’t offer anything additional; he could tell from the single soft sniffle that betrayed your sadness.

He sucked air into his lungs.

“I... don’t know what you mean,” Oikawa replied, his voice steady even if his body wasn’t.

You continued.

“I don’t think I can do this anymore. It’s really hard… and I get so lonely, and I know it’s wrong, but sometimes it hurts to see you so happy without me…”

Your voice was smaller still, enough that he strained to hear you past the rush of blood past his temples. For a moment, he considered pretending he couldn’t hear you say such unpleasant things just so that he wouldn’t have to deal with the reality unfolding in front of him in this disdainfully sunny early afternoon, while he stood in the middle of the hallway right outside of his high rise apartment.

The fact that you had finally given up on him after all this time.

In a small way, Oikawa couldn’t blame you. While he had been gone chasing his dream, the emerging star had just as quickly been running further away from you day by day. He knew this was mostly his fault: he called you less frequently and whenever you did talk, the conversations were shorter and less substantial until you and he both felt like your interactions were a simple chore, a checkbox on his never-ending to-do list.

But yet, he could and would absolutely blame you. Long distance was hard but you had promised you’d stay by his side, hadn’t you? You’d promised him, rain or shine, through drought and storm. What could possibly be the issue now?

Even if you hurt, it would only be temporary, and he could always make up for it in full or even twice-fold. In fact, he was on his way to come see you in person this very second; it would just be mere hours before his flight would depart. Coming suddenly on holiday like this was meant to be a surprise, and his suitcase beside him was filled with gifts and souvenirs for you that would, at least partially, assuage your hurt.

At least he thought. Maybe the issue stemmed deeper, starting with the very fact that you weren’t such a fan of gifts - what you really craved was loyalty and quality time - and that too, he had chosen to ignore. Because it was easier to love you the way he wanted to love you, rather than the way you wanted to be loved.

You were often indecisive anyway. Did you ever truly know what you wanted?

“___, stop being silly. I love you -”, he paused at this last declaration for emphasis, gauging your reaction, of which you gave him none, then continued, “-and I’m coming to see you before the sun sets tomorrow,” he insisted, a stern edge in his voice to further supplant the denial that was keeping him able to breathe. Strength returning to his limbs, he resumed his path to the elevators, dragging his belongings behind him.

You were silly. You missed him and you were delirious from loneliness and sleep, and that’s why ridiculous things were coming out of your mouth, that’s all it had to be, he figured. End things? What you had was something precious and irreplaceable. Nothing could be better than what you were together.

It would be you and him for life, at least to him.

Unfortunately for you, that ideal had long since perished.

Any other time, you would have paused, your breath hitching in your throat, your heart pounding as you conjured up the image of your Tooru coming to be in your arms once more, to cross the vast distance and be yours again as it should be. He’d be quick to show you that he chose you over crowded gyms full of adoring spectators, a perfect set, the rush of victory, or a pretty Instagram model.

Any other time before, but time had run out with both you and him unsuspecting, in a flash of clear blue eyes.

---

A few months earlier...

“I’m not interested.”

Your voice was flat and so was your expression. Muttering a soft ‘excuse me’, you walked past the tall young man who had taken the fact that he’d helped you reach an item on the highest shelf (despite the fact that you were still somewhat tall, you still had struggled), as an invitation to follow you around the grocery store.

The stranger had started off indiscreetly at first, and you had to admit, when you’d passed him in the aisle, you had given him a double-take, and it wasn’t just because you were wondering how he could see the food before him with a black blindfold wrapped over his eyes, so you hadn’t thought too much of it. He was admittedly handsome - at least the lower part of his face was - and his relaxed voice and posture as he reached over and handed you your box of cereal reminded you just a smidge of your Tooru.

Your Tooru wouldn’t be caught in that nondescript dark ensemble, though.

Saying “thanks” and continuing on your merry way should have been enough. But instead, this same man had immediately started walking besides you as you pushed your cart as though he knew you, making comments about your groceries.

“I’m not particularly fond of eggs, but they’re a good source of protein.”

“You seem to have a sweet tooth, just like me!”

You probably should have been concerned about this man’s mental state, but he didn’t exactly seem harmful or delusional, just weird. But you were almost done with your shopping trip, and now he was in line with you with a single bag of chips in his hand, and it occurred to you for a while that this stranger might try to follow you home.

“Do you need something, sir?” You told him in exasperation.

He furrowed his eyebrows in mild confusion, still a smidge too close behind you and raised his bag of chips. “No, I’m fine.”

“Why are you following me?” You finally said, bolder than usual in this semi-crowded grocery store. You had had enough of being polite and you’d tried very hard so far. Today had been a long day and you just wanted to cook a meal and sleep, not argue with strangers.

“Oh, I was trying to be friendly,” he replied, shrugging, as though that were normal behavior, and thus here you were, switching lanes abruptly while making it clear to him that he needed to leave you the fuck alone.

Checking out of the store with your items occurred without incident but you had to admit you were both irritated and confused about that encounter, and again, while you didn’t exactly feel malicious intent or really any sort of ‘creepiness’ from the young man, the behavior was nevertheless alarming. You surreptitiously glanced over your shoulder just to make sure he wasn’t still in sight, only to catch him walking in the other direction, whistling again with the single bag of chips in his hand, now paid for.

Again stunned, you found yourself lost in a stare for a moment, a million questions in your head.

What was he trying to accomplish? And most importantly, how could he see with that blindfold?

What did he look like without it?

Quickly realizing your questions were getting absurd, you decided that whether he was attractive or not was a completely inconsequential thought, because the fact of the matter was that he had to be clinically insane. Absolutely.

With that thought in mind, you texted a friend briefly sparing the least salient details.

Call me in about thirty minutes if I don’t call you first. I’ll fill you in later.

Just for safety’s sake, but thankfully, you didn’t think you’d ever seen him again.

You may have brought up your odd encounter to Tooru that night, if he had managed to return your call.

---

“Go to sleep, I’ll talk to you when I land tomorrow. I love you, ____.”

Before you could protest, the line cut off abruptly and you lowered your phone to your lap. Now it was no longer just your voice wavering, but your entire body trembling as you sat over the side of your bed. You lurched forward, the pit of your stomach heavy with guilt.

Your Tooru was coming to see you and for once, he was the last person you wanted to see.

---

You had left your home a little later than usual but given that you would rather die than miss your morning coffee and croissant, you still stopped by your neighborhood bakery.

Noting that the line was a little longer than expected, you queued up, humming softly to the beats of your favorite song, not registering that the man standing before you had turned slowly in your direction and was now smiling down at you.

“Fancy seeing you here again.”

Your eyes furrowed as you looked up, then almost yelped in surprise when your eyes registered the same white-haired stranger who had stunned you at the supermarket lined up just two paces before you.

What the-

Of all the coffee shops in this city, why here? The hairs on your neck stood up on end, worse when he decided to keep speaking.

“Let me buy your coffee,” he proposed, tentatively. “Only condition is that you have to drink it with me.”

Today, the strangest of strangers almost looked normal; rather than a blindfold, his eyes were hidden by a dark pair of sunglasses and his hair had been allowed to fall into a slightly windswept cut. He was also dressed less eclectically, in a loose-necked long sleeved shirt and a pair of fitted dark jeans.

Like this, you could call him fashionable. He was definitely forward, at the very least.

He was obviously flirting and normally you would have a curt prepared answer for him, but the manner in which he leaned forward, smirking with hands on his hips, again felt too familiar. Like Tooru, who had forgotten to call you back and instead sent you a quick text that promised he’d get back to you.

If he remembered.

Before you knew it, and almost embarrassed as soon as it left your mouth, you blurted out, “I… have to go to work.”

It wasn’t a lie but for some reason it came out like one. Perhaps because what you would have normally said was, “I have a boyfriend,” without giving him a second look.

He frowned nevertheless.

“That’s too bad,” he finally said, letting out a loud sigh, excessively dramatic for the situation. You stared at him, dumbfounded, and he suddenly clasped his hands together, preparing to say something else but the barista had called for the next customer.

He made a motion for you to go before him, and flustered, you obliged, giving the barista a look that implored for help in any way he could offer it. The barista knew you well enough to ring up your order before you even asked for it, but not well enough to sense that the man behind you was actively harassing you.

“I can buy my own coffee, sir,” you murmured once you saw him rummage in his pockets and pull out his wallet while the barista went off to toast your pastry.

He grinned widely.

“Call me Satoru.”

---

“A drink for you, sir?”

The flight attendant’s voice betrayed a hint of irritation under her sweet tone of voice, hinting that she had been waiting for him to answer a while, and Oikawa realized that he had been staring at his phone for a lot longer than he expected. He flashed her his classic pearly whites before nodding, but the wheels in his head were still turning.

A mere couple of hours into the first leg of his flight back to Japan, he had taken to poring over his last few conversations with you.

Conversations that, at least from his end, had become pressured, short, and at times, he had been downright dismissive.

But he loved you - you had to understand that! It was a lot to manage:  being available for you but also giving 150% of himself to the game.

So what if he missed your calls but kept his Instagram up-to-date? So what if he was a little bit too cozy with his fans (and known to be so)?

There was always you, and you were supreme. He’d do anything for you.

“Wine?” The attendant offered him the higher octave in her voice making it clear that Oikawa had managed to charm her back into her retail persona.

Maybe a glass, but he’d limit his drinking. He wouldn’t want to disappoint you when you met.

---

You were shocked.

Satoru stopped a car that was meant to crush you, and you were still trying desperately to comprehend what had just transpired.

You were possibly too eager to escape that coffee shop, to get away from the young man whose presence both unsettled your stomach and made your face grown warm, that you’d hurried out into the crosswalk, somewhat complicated drink and slightly crisped pastry in hand, and right into the path of a car hurtling through a red light.

You didn’t have time to scream or rarely even time to drop your drink, but the impact of your carelessness and preoccupation, between him, being late to work, wondering why the fuck your boyfriend had yet again forgotten to text back, never came.

Instead, the car seemed to halt to a stop almost immediately before you, before him who now stood before you with lips held into a neutral expression, and one hand in his pocket. Even if time seemed to stop for a split second, the force that should have struck your body didn’t, instead hurtling around you in a terrifying gust of wind.

But you were safe.

There was a shatter of glass windows as energy redistributed and the car took the brunt of the shock, and airbags deployed, engulfing the driver who could have possibly ended your life.

When Satoru finally turned to you slowly, looking at your cowering form, you finally caught a glimpse of piercing blue. For once he wasn’t smiling, and he was suddenly much more terrifying than anything else.

As though the mask had come off.

He didn’t ask if you were okay. Instead, he asked you to control your grief.

---

You shouldn’t be able to love anyone so much that your heart breaks repeatedly.

Something about you had to be pathological - it couldn’t be normal to feel the pain of separation this acutely. It was just a long-distance relationship, even if he was just getting more famous and less available by the day.

You shouldn’t wake up wondering if you could still breathe without him.

You shouldn’t.

---

“I’m a sorcerer,” Gojo revealed as he stirred a warm caramel latte, as though he had said the most natural thing in the world.

You tilted your head over so slightly, knit eyebrows betraying your confusion.

“... Like a circus performer?”

The repetitive turn of his wrist halted almost immediately and he looked at you, the constant smug smirk immediately awash from his features.

“Do I look like I belong in the circus?!” He half-exclaimed, half-whined, as though you were the only patrons in this bustling coffee shop. Part of you was bent on saying yes, but you kept mum yet staring at his face in distress, you find yourself stifling a giggle.

Now that he’d saved your life, you felt (and probably erroneously so) obligated to at least indulge him in coffee, and your curiosity about the young man sitting before you a whole day later now waffled between morbid and genuine.

Cursed energy? Leaking from you? Sorcery?

He cleared his throat and leaned back in his chair once he realized you were more entertained by his distress than anything else, crossing his arms and raising his legs on the table. You stared at the bottom of his shoes with mild disgust but instead focused on his face.

He really was like your Tooru, the boyfriend that slipped away from your reach in your nightmares, causing you to wake in a cold sweat. You shook the thought of your head, a quick barely perceptible movement, and crossed your own arms.

“You’re sad enough that I can sense it, which despite the fact that I am obviously quite gifted, can be a bit of an issue long term.”

“Why would it be an issue to you?”

“Because grief creates spirits and spirits are a pain in my ass.”

You furrowed your eyebrows again.

“So you followed me because you thought I was sad?” It sounded far fetched enough but absolutely on brand for a weirdo like the man before you. You took a sip of your tea - you’d picked chai for this… meeting. It wasn’t a date.

He grinned, an elbow rested on the table propping up his chin as he leaned back towards you.

“No, it’s because I thought you were beautiful.” ---

For the first time in a year, Oikawa’s first step back on Japanese soil did not immediately bring him joy but anxiety.

It was odd for him to feel anxiety, this unsettling feeling in the pit of his stomach, but of course it would dissipate the moment he saw you.

But first, a warm shower in his new hotel room. Then he’d go to see you.

It felt odd not to have you waiting for him, your million dollar - no, priceless - smile on your face, so he could kiss you dramatically in the midst of all watching to again reassert that you are his, and his alone.

But you were upset, and understandably so.

So he would come to you, as a good boyfriend should.

---

“I have a boyfriend,” you told him immediately and indignantly, as you got up to leave. “I don’t know how many times I have to tell you I’m not interested.”

He didn’t rise as fast as you did, watching you calmly instead as you balled your fists in irritation. It’s so shameless how he flirts, you thought. He’s so bold and rude and even if he’s a ‘sorcerer’ as he claims, there’s no spell that he can cast onto you that will make you leave Oikawa for him.

Not your Tooru, whose last Instagram post features a beautiful, tan, large-breasted and bikini-clad woman you’ve never met.

“Where is he then?” Satoru said in a low voice. He didn’t necessarily mean to cut but it did anyway. A lump formed in your throat.

“Overseas.”

---

The sound of chirping crickets is surprisingly loud for this part of the city, Oikawa considered, as he made his way towards your apartment building. It was an atypically warm evening for this point in the spring and he briefly mused if that is what excited them. Maybe they were cheering for him. They sounded a lot like the crowds if he closed his eyes.

He also hoped you had room for the gifts he carried with him, the most important of which was a Cartier bracelet he would hand to you once he departed, with a solid gold T for Tooru.

If he was on the search for fame and glory, he had to spoil you too, right?

To think that you were so angry with him that you had not yet contacted him since he had landed.

He knocked on your door finally, noting the shuffling of too many feet towards the door. This was the right door. He didn’t understand. Did you have friends over?

He called, and you didn’t immediately pick up.

---

“You have to leave!” You hissed. The statement was a plea and it was a command and it was a curse.

The blue of Satoru’s eyes was less electric in the dim moonlight, now more of a cool ice. Bare naked like this and barely visible save for the cracks of the illuminated city through your blinds, he was unfairly beautiful, as though he were carved out of marble. Again like your Tooru. Like, not better.

But still, he was there when Tooru wasn’t.

But Tooru was there now, knocking on your door, having traveled thousands of miles despite the fact that you had broken up with him just yesterday.

It was too little, too late.

But you didn’t love Satoru. He was just a band-aid for the loneliness that wrung agony out of you.

Right?

“I don’t want to leave,” your makeshift lover replied, flatly.

Your glare was sharp and instant, but Satoru matched your look, less pointed but unwilling to sway.

An unstoppable force, no different from the day he’d saved your life.

But he’d caused the problem in the first place, hadn’t he? Would you have run out so carelessly if not for him?

Your voice softened as you slipped on your clothes. The fight was lost before it started.

“Please? I… I can’t do this to him.”

Only a plea was left.

Your phone started to ring and your throat felt as though it would close up.

“___?”

Before you knew it, you heard your front door open and your heart dropped into your throat.

---

“What the fuck-”

Blue eyes were cruel.

Oikawa prided himself on his height but Satoru was taller, and his smirk was wide, while Oikawa’s face was ghostlike, devoid of any appreciable expression. Stunned.

“So you’re the boyfriend?” His voice dripped with mock amusement and he patted him on the shoulder before swinging open the door wide, letting Oikawa into his own girlfriend’s apartment, only to stand face to face with you whose feet seemed glued to the floor in shock.

“I.. T-Tooru..”

“Are you fucking serious?!”

His voice came out as a cry and his tears hot and fast. You never thought you’d see him crumple so fast, for you, for anything.

Your mouth opened and closed, and your hands shook but again, you stayed planted to the same spot while Satoru, still shirtless (but at least with the decency to have worn a pair of pants before answering the door), settled himself on the couch.

Before you could open your mouth to find a word to defend yourself to your sobbing boyfriend, your visitor let out an exaggerated yelp.

“____, you really showed no mercy on my asshole, did you?” he jeered. Then covering his mouth, he made a gesture of ‘Oops.’

What could you do?

Oikawa looked like he would stop breathing any second. He wanted to fight and maybe scream, but what use was that?

You had broken up with him yesterday.

You approached slowly, attempting maybe a touch, anything that would make your mistake less grievous.

You’d only been seeing Satoru for several weeks to… you weren’t sure why, really? Tooru was the one you loved. And to see him curl up like this… someone who was normally so proud...

You were disgusted with yourself.

“Tooru-”

“You said you’d wait for me.”

It was shocking how quick he rose, broken dignity, gifts and all.

“Tooru!”

He turned to leave, while Satoru contented himself on picking the earwax from his ears. It was easier to be like this, insufferable, than to gracefully accept the idea that his object of affection loved someone else.

He’d coveted you from the day he’d met you.

“Tooru!!!”

You were running after a man who gave 150% to everything, yet again. 

Everything but you.

But had he at the very least given you 100%? You weren’t sure.

Oikawa was the last person who could accept the thought of someone else. You weren’t sure if he’d call you ever again. You weren’t even sure you wanted to break up.

Cursed energy. Maybe you didn’t just leak cursed energy. Maybe you were just cursed.

Heart shattering to pieces once Oikawa was no longer within view, you made it back to your room. Satoru was there waiting, and you couldn’t see the look in his eyes, but his arms were open, and so you fell into them.

#oikawa x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #oikawa tooru x reader #commission work #crossover fic #haikyuu x reader #jjk x reader #haikyuu x jjk #mae.writing

[mixelation]

Also I’m pretty sure u have multiple favorite ships so,,, top 5 ships and why?

oooh!! i guess i should throw out there that’s not really, like.... A Shipper(tm). I have some I really like and I have some I think are deeply boring but I don’t really base my fandom identity around having favorite ships, you dig? but here are some I like (not in any sort of order):

1. ItaDei. I really like Itachi, I really like Deidara, and I really like tsundere ships. Of course I like this shitshow. 

2. ItaSaku. Ngl my interest in this just started because I like Itachi and Sakura was my preferred main character when I was a teenager, due to the Relatability(tm). But actually once you get over how cracky the ship is, I think there’s potential for them to really compliment each other..... and also be a mild disaster. Have I mentioned I like disasters 

(I really really want ItaSakuDei but there’s essentially no content for it LMAO. but imagine the destruction---)

((I like Sakura/Any Akatsuki and also SakuIno and SakuKarin but I’m banning myself from listing more Sakura ships LMAO))

3. Malik/Bakura. Did I talk about how I like disasters yet. Also Bakura is just.... my favorite. I like that Malik can match him in terms of sheer awfulness and can therefore probably handle Bakura at his worst, and I like how they bicker like a married couple in canon. I used to really like tendershipping (Ryou/Bakura) but currently I’m less into it and idk why. 

4. Oooh, I feel obligated to list an SPN ship..... I was a samifer bitch back in the day. u.u Have I told you about the disasters

5. OC ships. I didn’t want to have this on the list but then I was blanking on more ships LMAO. But OCs are fun and I like them. Usually I’m interested in OC ships for villains (because I.... like villains), but I also have a soft spot for Kakashi/OC

#i like disasters but not tragedies #so my ideal ships are like 'they get into petty arguments while working together to destroy public property' #ask meme answers #minjad

[genshinconfessions]

Oh my god I'm venti jesus anon

I love that name lmaoo

listen the Baal Anon is professional and does great analysis, please don't compare them to me that's an insult to them. I'm just here for chaos and memes.

Also yeah I heard that too (the mond being based on germany thing)! And ngl, they did a good job? Mondstadt gives the small german town vibe and it makes me nostalgic sometimes because I grew up in a small german town.

okay I'll shut up now before I get too annoying, even if I'm pretty sure I already am lol

noooo you're not being annoying >:(

honestly i love hearing yall's analyses (even if it's cracky) because as it goes, fiction is always based in reality. we physically cannot make up things that we don't know, so even if you might think your analyses are chaotic, there's always some hint of truth there.

awww that's really cool!! and yes, there is literally a whole slew of things on the genshin wiki regarding mondstadt/germany:

(source)

- katheryne from liyue

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin confessions #genshin headcanons #genshin mondstadt #mondstadt

[peachywander]

All asks

Holy shit, this will be so much fun B-) *cracks knuckles*

Ask me: FANDOM EDITION

A - Your current OTP

Uhhh pff,,, skeleton dance I think?? I mean sure, skelley dance is always my current OTP, ngl. They're basically made for eachother, hell, even craig himself wore tshirts and stuff with wander hugging hater ifthisisn'tcannonthenidkwhatitis

B - A pairing you initially didn’t consider but someone changed your mind

To be honest,, wander x beza. I used to dislike every wander x girl ship bcs I see him as gae and nothing else. But I have a friend who does lots of art with them so I think it grew on me more and more with time?? Now I think they would look cute together, even if i'm still not super big on it.

C - A pairing you have never liked and probably never will

Wnder x domi. No comment, I despise it with all my heart 😂😂 Like I said earlier, I don't like most of wander x girl ships, and domi really hates wander. Sooo this ship simply doesn't make sense to me,, lmfao.

D - A pairing you wish you liked but just can’t

I think Twi x Flash from mlp. Yeah, I thought twi was cute when crushing on him in the 1st EG movie but they don't seem to have that chemistry I was hoping for. Plus I haven't seen any recent episodes of mlp in a long time, though I heard ppl say that he was mean to her once, if I remember well? Anyways, doesn't work so much for me.

E - Have you added anything stupid/cracky/hilarious to your fandom, if so, what

Besides memes/ shitposts, not really. Check @gunxball if you want to see posts of mine back when I was into gumball 2 yrs ago (golly i miss those times)

F - What’s the longest you’ve ever been in a fandom

Probably su (2016-2019) or kid vs kat (2011-2014)

G - Do you remember your first OTP, if so who was in it

Why yes, of course I do. cosmo x wanda from fop. They were so adorbs together esp in the first 2 seasons. Don't like how they got so flanderized with time, their dynamic was absolutely destroyed, and my day was ruined when I found out.

H - Do you prefer characters from real action series or anime series

I don't watch either lolol

But I think anime.

I - Has tumblr caused you to stop liking any fandoms, if so, which and why

Dislike the fandom, not the show itself? Probably hzbin hotel. The show has a pretty neat concept and animation and it had such a big impact on my artstyle when I first watched it. But the fandom? Absolute hell. (pun intended)

From shipping wars, to pestering vivz, anything is possible. Glad I haven't actually interacted with that part of the fandom.

J - Name a fandom you didn’t care/think about until you saw it all over tumblr

Not a show but among us. Back in september/october last year, my tl was FILLED with among us, up and down. Made me a lil tired of it but once I tried playing that game, I couldn't stop. Also the owlhouse, fell in love with the artstyle and story.

K - How do you feel about the other people in your current fandom

I don't have a current fandom. Not feeling in the mood + school + inactivity bcs of school. So I'll say abt my latest fandom, which was animaney. Well, people were really nice, and they seemed to enjoy the reboot. Nothing more to say tbh,,

L - Your favorite fanartist/author gives you one request, what do you ask for

Ummm I don't really like giving rqs to my fave artists, i don't wanna bother them haha

M - Your favorite fanart or fanartist

I don't know aaaa, prolly toonipi but she also draws ocs, not just fanart.

N - Your favorite fanfiction or fanauthor

Anything cute or sappy with skelleydance (NO nsfw)

O - Choose a song at random, which OTP does it remind you of

Lasers and feelings. Skellydance again. It matches sO well-

P - Invent a random AU for any fandom (we always need more ideas)

I used to have a skatepark AU ft. su chars but never put anything over here. I still have the sketches from 9th grade lmao.

Q - A ship you’ve abandoned and why

To be completely honest, Amydot. Up until s3 they really gave me possible ship vibes. They interacted a lot, and peri discovered her metal powers thanks to amy. But after s3 they hardly ever interacted anymore (besides that one ep from s5 with the kindergarden). I was so dissapointed, but hey lapdot isn't so bad anyway, right?

R - A pairing you ship that you don’t think anyone else ships

Back in 2014 I would have said chred from angry birds, definitely. Not many really shipped them, and when I saw some fanart of them on dA everyone would say "ew, gae". Well, 2014 everyone. I was always like "so?? i like that ship, what's the problem??"

S - Show us an example of your personal headcanon

Uhmm, i headcanon darwin from tawog that he likes to yodel lol

T - If you mostly have homoships, do you have any heteroships

I think my ships are 50-50, but here are some examples:

Larsdie

Stevnnie

Blckeye

Fluttrcord

Beeckard

Starc0

Tanyamao

Foxodile

Pennball

Carwin

U - If you mostly have heteroships, do you have any homoships

Same as T. Another examples:

Skelleydance

Wnderingeye

Sylava

Lumty

Rupphre

Pearlmthyst

Badgrmao

Bubbline

Flutterdsh

Patbob

V - Are you one of those fans who can’t watch anything without shipping

Lol no. Tbh, i'm not super big on shipping either. I only slighty like/dislike any ship i listed earlier (with the exception of skelleydance, i'm too in love with that ship)

W - 5 favorite characters from 5 different fandoms

wakko warner (animaney)

wander (woy)

fluttershy (mlp)

amethyst (su)

bubbles (ppg)

X - 3 OTPs from 3 different fandoms

skelleydance (woy)

lumty (toh)

stevnnie (su)

Y - A fandom you’re in but have no ships from

kid cosmic (or maybe I do ship papa g w/ chuck), animaney, okko, gravity flls

Z - Just ramble about something fan-related, go go go

That one fan made episode from su called the smothering, it was so freaking amazing. It helped a lot in relieveing the pain of that big hiatus from 2017 (which was the biggest one, i literally turned into a skeleton waiting for new eps). Loved peri's needy personality, as well as lappy's playful one. It was so well written, like it could be perfectly fit as a role reversal episode in the main show.

#the reason i typed the ships like that is to not appear in the tags #ask

[svtskneecaps]

Vic!!! Congrats on finishing “I just See You”!!! 🥳🥳🥳 It’s been a ride, but a glorious one! So for the final chapter: It’s cute 🥺 like so cute 💕 The marriage and immediate divorce was peak 🤣 And the whole: “you took two of the things that make me tall, give me one back” ngl I deeply related 🤣

As for the endnote: 😱 71 pages?! Oh my god! That’s so much!! I’m totally here for the secret spot headcanon btw. And Mingyu and reader sending each other memes.

Thank you so much for this wonderful story! I can’t wait to read your next ones (both sound amazing 🤩)!!

Also at least you turned in your homework. Last year I was so stressed over a piece I straight up didn’t and when my professor emailed me about it, I told me “It made me cry to much pls don’t ask again” and just took the 0 😢 Sometimes giving up is the only thing to do

-short anon

YAYAY I'M GLAD YOU LIKE IT!! tbh 71 pages is a tad bit misleading bc there's a lot of line breaks and it's like 20k words but half of those are just indicating which character is speaking so it's not THAT long lmao but also. sometimes it lagged my computer. so do with that what you will

i'm hoping even though the next ones are gonna be less cracky and lighthearted than this one they'll still be enjoyable!! there's a bit of a drastic tonal shift between this one and like, the jeonghan one (at least the parts i have drafted, it might lighten up later lmao) but the mingyu one's pretty chaotic lmao so i might go for that one, since fuckery is easier to write and i'm not quite sure about all the sticking points on jeonghan's. who knows!!!!

(this is a callout post for mingyu and jeonghan if they want me to focus on one or the other then it's up to them to activate my simping i don't make the rules)

o o f i feel that one. i had an assignment earlier that i just. didn't do. bc it was a video for french and recording myself speaking french just makes me anxious to tears and takes like actual hours most of the time so i just. skipped it. but this was one i knew i could do if i had the time so i did it

#that edit mingyu posted????? the video????????? holy FUCK lads #idk where he posted it bc somebody put it in the tct discord and that's where i watched it #but holy FUCK guys holy SHIT #he has an eye for filming and editing and where to line the cuts and how to frame the shots and it's absolutely incredible #anyway if y'all know of any film major mingyu aus hmu #and if you don't. make one. #L M A O ANYWAY I'M GONNA BE LATE TO CLASS ILY #not kpop #shut up vic

[ao3feed--reylo]

dick leave best leave

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2LLBPVI

by hi_raeth

In which Rey inadvertently creates a new kind of sick leave when she takes the day off to play hooky with Ben.

Alternatively: all bow down to diasterisms, She Who Coined the Term 'Dick Leave'.

Words: 903, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 16 of reblog (mini fics + prompt fills)

Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Sequel Trilogy

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Poe Dameron, Finn (Star Wars), Rey (Star Wars), Leia Organa

Relationships: Kylo Ren/Rey, Rey/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Rey/Ben Solo

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Reylo is central to the plot but not the fic??, finn and poe are the real stars here, ngl this is pretty cracky, and yet there's still background friends to lovers because i'm nothing if not on brand

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2LLBPVI

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #Star Wars #Reylo #Kylo Ren #Rey

[cassatine]

7, 11, 15

7. Do you notice any repeated motifs in your own writing?

the lack of plot lol

I think around a third of my fics have a final twist/reveal because I love the technicality of setting them up, maybe half are about stories and storytelling to some degree, and I sure like open endings and putting people on the road and not get them where they want to go. Identity fuckery, I’ve done that quite a bit; ladies going dark side, three different characters; repressed memories/amnesia, two or three times, and overall what people don’t think about is something I put a lot of thinking in, because all my narrators are unreliable; pseudo-historical fics, twice (because I put the brakes on it, that’s my ultimate comfort zone, goodbye pesky emotions). Growth, failure and what you do after, ghosts and myth-building (for someone who pretty much hates the whole culture heroes concept I sure write a lot about people becoming myths) come up regularly, and I do a lot of people going on with their lives because I like writing about grief and rebuilding and healing. Leaving some things up to the reader -- I dig working in things that can be read in different ways. Worldbuilding, does that count? I wouldn’t mention it, but it’s not that frequent in fanfic so I’m adding it to the list. 

...I try to be aware of the stuff I come back to (and the stuff I don’t do) because I’m wary of comfort zones and I like... experimenting? trying out things that don’t come naturally, which seems like a necessary hurdle on the road to better writing. Buuut at the same time, the stuff that comes back again and again like the proverbial cat, it’s the stuff I like, and I need some of it otherwise I’m just Not Interested Enough. 

11. A piece of yours you wish had received a little more love?

Overall I think I’m pretty lucky as far as love goes, but that being said, it’s a bit of a toss-up: aeternum vale because ngl I love hearing reactions to the reveal. It’s a “once you know the twist it reads completely different” kind of story and accessorily a love letter to Leia Organa and I’m still very proud of it. Most of my fics I think are serviceable, but aeternum is one of two or three I’d actually call good.

But mostly i wish my ridiculous attempt at getting out of my comfort zone, ie the only rule is don’t be boring got more love, because if you forget the cracky imperial spite ship and one of the main characters being an almost-OC, I’m pretty sure it’d have more of an audience than what I usually write (also that will sell it to no one but you probably, but there’s Rae in it).

15. What’s your favourite part of writing something brand new?

Choosing the tools I'm going to use, if that makes any sense? I'm less interested in *this happens and then this and this* than how I want to tell the story, what I can build out of the initial basic idea, and what I want to say through it. Working that out is the fun part for me, I think because however much I like my premise if I can’t either work in either a technical challenge or themes that I’m interested in I lose interest pretty quickly. And it feels like a puzzle! I love puzzles. Not the real ones, I hate those, but metaphorical puzzles, those are yummy.

Thanks for the ask! [the meme]

#fic asks #cass writes things #permian-tropos #ask

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Aliens Abduct; Bats Adopt

by Megaerakles

“Uh… Mr. Batman, sir? Are you finally awake?” Bruce blinked several times as his mind raced and he tried to get his bearings. He’d been… He’d been returning to the cave after patrol, and had been almost home when something huge had crashed in front of the Batmobile. He’d barely swerved out of the way in time, and then he’d gotten out to investigate it. And then he’d touched whatever it was, and it had lit up in red light, and then… then it was now. And now he was lying on the floor of a small, all-white room while a small, dark haired child sat next to him and stared with blatant curiosity. He sat up with a groan. “Where am I?” “Some sort of cell on an alien spaceship,” the child said, his voice sounding more annoyed than anything else. “I’ve got an escape plan, though, so don’t worry. I’ll get you out of here.”

Words: 3762, Chapters: 1/3, Language: English

Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Tim Drake, Bruce Wayne

Relationships: Tim Drake & Bruce Wayne

Additional Tags: Brief appearances by a few other characters, Alien Abduction, the aliens are not actually that threatening dont worry, Mistaken Identity (Kinda), Tim Drake is Not Robin, Kid Tim Drake, POV Tim Drake, POV Bruce Wayne, Bruce Wayne is Batman, Bruce Wayne is a Good Parent, Bruce Wayne is So Done, Bad Parents Jack and Janet Drake, Tim Drake Lacks Self-Preservation Instincts, Bruce: is it kidnapping a child if the aliens kidnapped him first, this is pretty cracky ngl, i really just wanted to write kid Tim distressing Batman with his insane plans, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/40730949

#IFTTT #bruce wayne #batman #the dark knight #the cape crusader #gotham #dc universe #ao3 #ao3feed

[glassprowlers]

tycho celchu

general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | actual love of my life hotness level: get away from me | meh | neutral | theoretically hot but not my type | pretty hot | gorgeous! | 10/10 would banghogwarts house: gryffindor | slytherin | ravenclaw | hufflepuffbest quality: He’s super principled and really devoted to what he thinks is just/right!!worst quality: That fucking temper, man! (at least pre-lusankya ;m;) It’ll get him in trouble! ship them with: Wedge, probably. Winter is a cutie too! And like, if I’m in more of a cracky mood, then Corran lmao xDbrotp them with: Also Wedge nglneeds to stay away from: ICEHEART D’: misc. thoughts: Is his hair blond? Is it brown? We just don’t know!

#asks #anakinskymilker #also hi i dig your new url lmao

[food-fantasy-support-group]

Boston Lobster + MA Wedding Headcanons

this is pretty cracky ngl, how did you even rope him into this??? also, i can see the MA’s slightly sadistic side coming out and making it the most elaborate affair, if only just to gently get back at him for being so bossy usually ;)

He doesn’t get why you guys need to have the wedding. All the emotions, all the fuss? Why bother.

He is perfectly happy with the whole world officially knowing you are his part of it, though. So he begrudgingly lets you have your way, but he doesn’t want any part of planning it and doesn’t understand why the elaborate ceremony is necessary, as he slides the ring on your finger.

You choose a place by the ocean, a colder day in the fall almost winter. The calm waves lap at the shore the backdrop to your vows and he knows this is you trying your best to be as accommodating to him as well even though he’d rather not be here.

He’s definitely internally screaming the whole time. The white suit you chose for him looks great and was tailored to be as comfortable as possible but it’s still stuffy. The amount of people around him congratulating you both (mostly you) claustrophobic and he just wants to rip everything off and jump into the ocean behind you, but settles for chewing on ice cubes and giving everyone a pained expression.

And your dress is gorgeous, you look gorgeous. Too gorgeous. He hates everyone staring at you when you aren’t by his side, which keeps him from slinking off instead.

Oh god, there’s a reception after this? Does the suffering never end?

The promise of what the two of you are going to do later that night, finally truly being able to pin you down to the bed and make you his is what keeps him going, as you whisper naughty things in his ear that make him blush as red as his claws.

“The things I do for you,” he grumbles quietly, silvery white hair a curtain as he rests his forehead against yours and you wait to recite your vows. “This is an embarrassment.”

When it gets to the part about being together forever though, he finally admits to himself maybe this was a good idea. This tradition your way of showing him you trust him and will never leave him, so maybe he can finally start taking down those walls around him and let you in.

“I… you’ve changed me, Master Attendant. I truly believe it is your love that has been the cause and I vow to stay forever by your side if you are willing to do the same.”

He doesn’t like seeing you cry anymore because he did so many times in the past before you were together. So when a tear slips down your cheek and you look up to give him a watery smile, he sighs and wipes it away with his thumb before leaning in and kissing you with as much emotion as he’s struggling to find the words for currently.

By the time the reception is over, he’s already stripped off his suit jacket and shirt, earning him quite the amount of looks, but you just smile at your husband who looks a thousand times more comfortable finally.

Or maybe its all the drinks Vodka has been pouring you both? ;)

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#this was surprisingly fun to write???? #food fantasy #ff headcanons #ff boston lobster #wedding headcanon #mod wine #and like surprisingly wholesome idk what got into me

[ao3feed-superbat]

the story that goes on forever in my mind

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2DsJFPF

by Turtle_Tomato

Christmastime is here and Batman invited Robin to come to the manor and celebrate. This would have been completely normal if it weren't for the fact hat Bruce wants the Titans to come too and that he is okay with himself and Dick revealing their identities. Reunions and revelations occur as the Titans learn a side of their leader that they didn't know existed. The side that comes out when he isn't the one that has to be serious and in charge. ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ AKA: A story about how the Teen Titans learn all sorts of new things about their leader - from his energetic and adorable personality to his identity and past.

Words: 617, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Teen Titans - All Media Types, Young Justice - All Media Types, Justice League - All Media Types, Batman - All Media Types

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Dick Grayson, Wally West, Roy Harper, Koriand'r (DCU), Garfield Logan, Raven (DCU), Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, Victor Stone, Barry Allen, Hal Jordan

Relationships: Dick Grayson/Wally West, Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, Barry Allen/Hal Jordan, Garfield Logan/Raven

Additional Tags: Fluff, Road Trips, Cute, Adorable Dick Grayson, Adorable Wally West, Protective Bruce Wayne, Light Angst, the characters are probably ooc most of the time, but this is just how i imagine the characters in my mind when i think about them, Sorry if that bothers you, but i love my ooc babies, pretty cracky ngl, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2DsJFPF

#ao3feed #superbat #world's finest #Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne #Bruce Wayne/Clark Kent