#a league of their own fanfic

[marsconer]

what if lupe garcia fanfiction ? she’s so girlfriend boyfriend

[novacqnes]

blue moon // lupe garcía

summary: lupe often found herself longing for someone to love, but one night when she stumbles into a bar she realizes that she just might have.

warning: alcohol and kissing

word count: 2.3k

pairing: lupe garcia x fem reader

a/n: a corny romance fic inspired by billie holiday’s ‘blue moon’ (side note: i know lupe has been with a lot of women but let’s just pretend that she’s embarking on a celibacy journey and hasn’t for a while)

the bar smelled of wine and vanilla when lupe first trailed in, following the unmistakable aroma. it led her to a half filled room with people scattered all over focusing their attention in one direction.  

she hadn’t intended on entering the small lounge that sat on the corner of the long street. she’d passed it numerous times after baseball practice but this day, unlike the others, it felt alive. 

she couldn’t help but take notice of the sweet, sultry voice filling the area accompanied by a mellow tune. the room was dimly lit besides the bright light in the center of the room illuminating a figure, the same direction from where the music was coming from. 

blue moon, 

you saw me standing alone

lupe walked deeper into the crowd investigating the source of the voice when her eyes landed on a figure standing in the center of a small brown platform. the mystery singer stood elegantly in front of the crowd singing a beautiful ballad that left the patrons— including lupe astonished. 

she found herself hypnotized by the woman standing before her, so much so that she couldn’t look away. gradually becoming more invested in the performance— and the person behind the voice. 

without a dream in my heart, 

without a love of my own

the lyrics sung held a deeper meaning for lupe, they spoke of an intense longing for love, and for someone to finally fill a void of loneliness. again and again lupe found herself desiring those very things. baseball kept her occupied but it couldn’t mask her hopes that one day someone would finally care for her the way she wanted them to. it was as if the lyrics were calling to her.

blue moon, you knew just what I was there for,

you heard me saying a prayer for, 

someone I really could care for

she took a seat at the nearest open chair in order to get a better view of the singer. the bright light reflected off of her skin adding an almost translucent hue to the performance. lupe felt like she was floating, watching in complete awe. 

and then there suddenly appeared before me,

the only one my arms will ever hold

i heard somebody whisper, "please adore me"

and i looked, the moon had turned to gold

you finally peeled your eyes open looking out into the crowd of mostly familiar faces. it’s a tendency of yours to close your eyes while you sing— not out of fear but habit. it helped you truly focus on the words by making it feel as though you were alone. 

when you reached the far right of the bar you spotted a distinctive new face within a sea of old ones. and you couldn’t help but allow your eyes to linger on the person a bit longer. 

she had rich dark curly hair that sat right at her shoulder. which complimented her soft brown doe eyes. she didn’t look like anyone you’d ever seen before? which made the mystery person all the more interesting. 

blue moon,

now i'm no longer alone,

without a dream in my heart,

without a love of my own

the crowd erupted into cheers as you sang the last few lines of the ballad, your gaze on the woman never faltering and neither did hers. you gave a short bow, stepping off the platform with only one thing on your mind. 

you began to make your way to the girl when you felt a tug on your arm. when you turned, dozens of eager customers awaited you and it was going to make the path to the girl much more difficult without people noticing. 

by the time you pulled yourself away from the group the girl was no longer in her seat but was headed towards the exit. you beelined across the room, cutting off her path to the door. 

“leaving so soon?”

this was the closest you’d been to her all night and the pressure began to set in. lupe could smell the scent of perfume— your perfume wafting through the air as you stepped closer, your knee lightly brushing against hers in the process. 

she sighed, “yeah, i have a game in the morning.”

“a game?”

“i play baseball and we’re on a bit of a losing streak.”

lupe’s eyes roamed over your body as you stood in front of her. amusement curling her lips into a grin. your heart began to race. you had no clue as to why a stranger, a beautiful charming stranger had such a hold on you. 

“i’d hate to waste your time, it’s just this place doesn’t usually come alive until after midnight and i wouldn’t want you to miss it.” 

“oh, really?” she chuckled, crossing her arms over her chest. lupe wouldn’t have been able to get past you even if she wanted to. and she found it quite adorable. you ushered her back to her seat, settling down right beside her. 

you began, “yeah, listen i’ll tell you what…..”

“lupe.”

“lupe, how about this. in exchange for your time all of your drinks are on me?” 

a sly smirk spread across her lips, you were persistent and cute. she had no idea why you were so adamant on her remaining at the bar but she refused to question it. she couldn’t remember the last time anybody pursued her in that way and it made her want to say yes all the more. 

“okay, i’ll stay, make it worth my while ms holiday.”

you beamed, “you won’t be disappointed and you can call me, y/n.”

“y/n….i like it. but i like ms holiday too, you sounded like her up there, it was really good.”

“you’re sweet.” 

“yeah?” lupe smirked, breaking the ice as she leaned forward taking on a teasingly low tone. she was careful not to draw the attention over to you but enough to get the message across, causing your cheeks to heat up instantly. 

“so what’ll it be lupe? whiskey, rum, tequila, beer?” you exclaimed, turning to the bartender to deflect from the brewing tension.

“i’ll have a beer.” 

you watched lupe sip her beer, running her tongue across her lips when she was done with each taste. she felt your eyes lingering on her lips and it only made her want to show off even more, she couldn’t believe you were married. 

“is your husband okay with you staying out so late?”

you sputtered, “what?” 

“your husband?” she gestured to the cheap ring on your finger, curiosity and a bit of jealousy seeping into her voice. 

“no-no i’m not married. it's a gift, an old one but i don’t have a husband.” you mumbled.

“why not? if you don’t mind me asking.” you shook your head, eyes darting to the ground as lupe stumbled to find the right words. 

“what i’m trying to say is you’re beautiful, you can sing, and clearly you know how to handle your own. any guy that hasn’t been shipped off can see that.”

you blurted, “well maybe it’s not them that i’m interested in.”

you looked up from wooden floorboards, your eyes connecting with lupe’s at once and that was all you needed to say. immediately she nodded, taking another sip of her bitter drink. 

“does that mean I have a chance then?”

“you’re first in line, but enough about my love life, what about you?” 

“me? oh there have been so many women i can’t even count,” she lied.

“is that so?” 

“yep.”

she gulped, her pitch going up at least two octaves as you stared her down. her face was that of a liar, especially a terrible one but you couldn’t help but laugh. a warm giddy feeling surrounding the two of you as both you and lupe bursted out into a fit of giggles. 

“i’ve never met anyone like you.” you purred, proudly grinning at the woman in front of you.

“i could say the same about you too.”

the lights began to brighten as a new song switched on, sending people onto their feet to dance. ‘falling in love again’ by billie holiday began to play through the radio, filling the room with an upbeat jazz tune. you hopped to your feet with only one pursuit in mind, holding out your hand to lupe.

“dance with me?”

“here? won’t some of your….customers have a problem with it?” she muttered. lupe briefly scanned the room, quickly noticing an abundance of heterosexual couples spread across the vast floor. 

“most definitely but there’s a backroom that only employees have access to.” you smirked, whipping out a silver key.

lupe found it difficult to hide the small smile finding its way to her lips, following you through the crowd. and in the moment she was sure she would’ve followed you just about anywhere. 

the short journey led to a small brown room located at the back of the bar with a table, chair and few snacks in the corner. you walked to the center of the dim room, gesturing the woman over as you began slowly moving your hips. 

“why’d you bring me here?” she asked, taking you by the waist. 

“i wanted to get to know you.”

the quiet music from the main room echoed into the back room enough for you and lupe to hear it. she followed your lead, pulling you close as you danced to the melody.

“but we could’ve done that out there.”

“it’s quieter here, more privacy.” you whispered, wrapping your arms around her neck.

now, lupe was used to hooking up with people, in fact, it was quite easy for her. she knew what to say, what lines worked best and how to flatter people but with you it was almost as if all that was forgotten. 

she didn’t know what to say, what lines to use or how to flatter you. she found herself intimidated by you and it wasn’t because she was scared but because she wanted more. the longer you two danced, the more the idea became ingrained into her brain. 

“are you okay?” you asked, the gap between the two of you gradually closing as you moved throughout the room. lupe was practically pressed up against you, however you didn’t mind. her scent, embrace and presence felt like a warm blanket of comfort that you never wanted to be away from. 

“yeah, why?”

okay would be the last word lupe would use to describe herself, she wasn’t fine, she was falling. this entire evening, it felt like a dream. being here with you, it was everything she’d ever wanted and she was terrified of it ending. 

“your heart’s beating really fast.” 

“i’m scared,” she admitted.

“of?”

“i don’t want this to end.” lupe held onto you a bit tighter this time. she closed her eyes, allowing the music to carry both you away along with it. 

“who says it has to?” 

she went silent for a moment, dancing with you as she thought for a while. lupe was used to false hope, being let down by people so much so that she refused to believe in the possibility of you two ever existing outside of those walls together. 

“all goods things do, y/n. it’s rule number one in the handbook of life,” she scoffed. 

“i don’t believe that.”

“what?” 

you challenged, “what are you really afraid of?”

she peeled her eyes open, pulling off her hat so that you could fully see her. her curly dark hair rested at her shoulder, crowning her beautiful face. you could’ve sworn she was going to kiss you but instead she leaned in, gently brushing your ear with the tip of her nose. 

“being alone,” she whispered. 

you saw a hint of vulnerability in her lupe’s gleaming eyes and you never wanted to let go. you couldn’t fathom how in just a few hours you could care so deeply for someone you’d just met. 

“lupe i can’t remember the last time anybody made me feel the way you did tonight.” you ran your thumb up over her cheek, catching a glimpse of the clock in the corner. 

“if you think i'm just gonna let you waltz out the door and that be the end of it, you're wrong.” you laughed, walking over to the small table in the room. you pulled out a paper and then your bright red lipstick.

“i have an apartment downtown, it’s not too far from here, take the address.” 

you handed the slip of paper over to her with your address sloppily written in bold red letters. lupe’s heart swelled as she clutched the paper in her hand, ensuring its reality. 

“i know you have to go so i won’t keep you any longer but after you win your next game, stop by. it’ll just be the two of us.” you promised.

“y/n?”

she continued, “can i kiss you before i go—“

you didn’t even give lupe the chance before launching yourself at her. you pressed yourself against her with desperation and need, cupping her face in your hands as your lips smacked over one another. the taste of beer lingered on her tongue as she swirled it over yours, deepening the kiss even further. 

your hands roamed all over lupe’s body as she held you, it felt like hours had gone by but the kiss only lasted a mere 10 seconds before you heard your name being called again by the audience. hesitantly you pulled away, placing a light kiss on lupe’s cheek and leaving behind a red lipstick stain. 

“i’ll see you soon,” she whispered.

you stepped out first allowing the attention to flock to you so lupe could slip out undetected. you sauntered back onto the stage watching lupe head for the door, giving you one last comforting look as she mouthed a ‘thank you.’

all of those lonely nights you two had spent under a blue moon, calling out for someone for someone to love and you were heard at last. the smell, the taste of each other remained throughout the night as you and lupe went back to your respective lives. impatiently waiting and counting down the minutes until you could finally see each other again. this time without any intrusion from outsiders nor pestering fears of loneliness.

[walison-abigobaldo-iii]

Every time I see that a new chapter of Just Put Your Hands On Me drop, I start to prepare mentally for all the fucking angst that will reap my soul in a million pieces. But when the chapter isn't angst, hence the chapter that just dropped, I get really suspicious about it. I start thinking that the next chapters will be filled with angst since the first 19 chapters were just pure and cute fucking fluff, don't get me wrong, I love the fluff, and it's really scary in a way, not knowing if I will see Greta and Carson being really sickening cute, or that if I will just get exasperated with Gretas past and how that affects the way she is if Carson. Either way, in the end I just know Jo is The Voice of Reason in their, Greta and Jo, relationship.

Just want to point out, Just Put Your Hands On Me is the best Fanfic, for everyone who hasn't read it yet, what are you doing? Go read it, it's amazing in a whole other level, just go, please.

Ps: I still want to see Maybelle locking them in a closet

[thevoidstaredback]

Enough Caffeine to Kill an Elephant

Listen. It was an accident. He didn't mean to! It just kinda happened.

So maybe he brought a drink with enough caffeine in it to kill an elephant within a few minutes, and maybe he forgot to put the sleeve on his cup so he could tell it apart from the others, but it's not his fault! He didn't think anyone else was going to have the exact same Yeti cup as him! It's not like he'd seen any of the others carry one before. Besides, he worked with superheros. They should be smart enough to check before drinking someone else's drink.

Danny had been summoned by the Justice League Dark a few years back in order to help with a world ending crisis and he just didn't leave. It's not like he could go anywhere anyway. His ghost half hadn't grown past fourteen and his human half had stopped visibly aging at eighteen. He'd had to leave town as Danny Fenton, but he'd stayed in Amity Park as Danny Phantom. When his parents died of old age, thank god, he'd closed down the portal, stuck around for a few more years, before traveling the world as Danny Fenton.

Anyway, he'd taken up residence in the House of Mysteries after the JLD had summoned him. Constantine, at first, had been wary, but he and the rest of the JLD had grown to accept him. He was an honorary member of the team.

At some point, just after Robin had become Red Robin, Danny had been introduced to the Justice League. He liked those guys, too, and worked with them sometimes. Though, he usually only went to bug them.

Red Robin had been very interested in the fact that his was fourteen and working with grown heros, like he was one to talk, but Danny hadn't explained anything other than saying that he had died and come back. The following conversation was an interesting one that lead to Danny knowing that Nightwing was the Batman he'd met and that Batman was lost somewhere. He'd confirmed that the man was not dead, but he hadn't offered to help look for him. He probably should have, in retrospect.

Back on topic! Everyone in the JLD knew not to touch Danny's drink. They'd all seen him make it before and had been horrified on varying degrees. It's not like it could kill him. He's already half dead! So long as he only drank this specific brew as Phantom, he'd be fine.

The Justice League, apparently, didn't get the memo. He blames Constantine because Zatanna and Raven can do no wrong. No, John, he's not biased.

The point is, Red Robin just had a sip of Danny's drink. The horror he now felt was akin to the fear he held when he'd told his parents he was Phantom. (An interaction that had gone very well, thank you very much.)

Danny knew the exact moment that the vigilante realized he grabbed the wrong drink. His eyes widened to an astonishing degree, and, if he'd been able to seen his eyes behind the mask, Danny knew that the man's pupils would've completely overtaken the irises. His hands started shaking, too. Oh, no. The man's already addicted to hellish amounts of coffee. This is only going to make it worse!

Quickly, and without drawing any attention, thank the Ancients, Danny rushed over. "You, um, you okay, man?" Obviously not, but he tends to talk when he's anxious and he was certainly anxious right now. He could've possibly just killed a man via poison!

"What the fuck is in this coffee?" Red Robin asked, going to take another sip.

Danny pulled the Yeti from his hand and gave him the proper one. "Enough caffeine to kill an elephant."

"Obviously not, seeing as I'm still alive."

"Yeah, I can't tell if that's a good thing or not."

"Excuse me?"

"I-I mean-! I didn't-! You know what I mean." Caffeine is poisonous in excess, and his drink was way beyond excess, but it's the only thing that works for him as a ghost! Superpowered metabolism and all that.

"Do I?" The laugh in his voice answered for him. He took a sip from his drink and frowned at it. "I don't think any coffee will ever be enough again."

"And that's my cue to get my drink very far away from you." Danny turned, fully intent on moving to the other side of the room. Besides, the meeting was going to start as soon as the Flash and Kid Flash arrived, which would be soon. Something about one of their Rouges getting out?

"What?" Red Robin asked, "Why?" If he was a little desperate to get another sip of that coffee, he'd rather not acknowledge it.

"Because you don't need anymore lethal coffee," he muttered, "The sip you took will already keep you awake for three days at least, and it probably jump started an addiction. Best to stop it now. Besides, I need to go have my crisis on how the hell you're still alive after even a sip of this stuff."

"Again, rude." The bird themed vigilante crossed his arms as best he could while holding his cup. "If it's so dangerous, why do you drink it?"

Danny took a deliberate sip as he locked eyes with the technically younger man. "I'm dead. I don't need to worry about my heart stopping or having a seizure."

"Excuses."

"No, it's not 'excuses'. I'm saving your life."

"You're a kid. If I can't have that coffee, then you shouldn't be having it."

"First, I'm older than you. Second, I already told you: I'm dead. This isn't going to hurt me. Third, you can't tell me what to do."

"There's no way you're older than me. You're like, ten."

"I'm thirty-eight!" He balked, "I only look fourteen because I died when I was fourteen. We've been over this."

Neither noticed the entire Justice League looking at them. The two they were waiting on had arrived a few minutes ago and everyone was ready to start the meeting, but they'd been distracted by the two's conversation. Was that true? Had Phantom really died so young? They'd all been made aware he was not living, but they didn't think he'd died so young! Though, that was probably the denial speaking.

The Justice League Dark had been fully aware of this and didn't really bat an eye. Though, someone should probably get this meeting started. A potentially world ending threat was the topic, and that was a pretty important thing to discuss.

Captain Marvel was the first to pull himself together, though that was only after Atlas and Zeus had mentally slapped him out of his stupur. "As, ah, riveting as this conversation is," he stepped between the two boys- er, boy and man? "we really need to start this meeting."

Batman did not clear his throat because he'd not lost his voice in the first place. "He's right. Everyone take your seats."

Storyboard Part 2

[piwo-zero]

EDIT: THE FIC IS POSTED

here's the link:

OKAY.

IM WRITING JAYVIK FANFICTION. FIX-IT. HAPPENS AFTER THE ENDING OF S2.

ITS KIND OF ARTISTC...

this is the beginning. Tell me what u think... should I continue?

~~~~~~~~

They were nowhere. Disappeared into nothingness. Maybe it was terrifying, but he (they?) didn't feel scared, not really. They were together. They disappeared together. That what mattered.

So their existence in nothingness was peaceful. It felt like forever, but it also felt like a second, or a few. The no-forever of being with love of your life can't be scary. Because the nothingness surrounding you is filled with the strongest emotion you can feel - affection, admiration... Love.

Love.

Love.

He woke up, he knew - gaining consciousness after non-being was hard to miss. So he knew that they were back. He kept his eyes closed.

The first breath hurt, because it always hurts when you confront reality. The nothingness isn't frightening. The chaos of every-day is. He couldn't open his eyes. He was afraid.

The first thing that hit him was all the things that happened. The emotions. The memories. They teared his being, his mind apart - at least for a moment. The need to confront his affection with everything that was. Suddenly, the space for the emotion that gave him peace in no-eternity... shrinked. But he didn't forget. He knew he needed to fight for it. He knew he was about to do everything in his power to never stop loving Viktor.

He opened his eyes.

okay.... this is it. I'm kinda sleep deprived and very emotional after the ending. obviously it's not beta read lmao. maybe someone wants to be a beta reader?

I think I'll post this on AO3 btw!!!

the fic will focus on jayce and viktor relationship (obviously) and how they navigate their life after whatever the fuck happened in the end of S2.

the rest of the fic is a mystery, even for me. weee

[heavenlyraindrops]

The Devil Made Me Do It | Arcane | Silco x Reader | Chapter Two

also available on AO3 and Quotev | visit the first tag to find all chapters | warnings: pre-s1 (for now), profanity, child adoption, smoking | Please like, comment and reblog to show support! <3

summary:

In the midst of an unfortunate run-in with the enforcers, you meet the young revolutionary Silco, and by extension, his friends Vander and Felicia. Growing close friends, you get through life in the undercity together, determined to make Zaun a better place. Until tragedy strikes, and betrayal and carelessness stabs hard enough to turn you bitter. Years later as time solidifies the scars, Silco proves to be a thorn in your side. You, in his. Hatred festers. And your world cracks further open.

Chapter Two:

You didn’t have anyone.

You were looking for company.

The Last Drop was loud and rowdy- just as you’d expected of a bar. Although you didn’t go to many very often.

You pushed through the crowd, resisting the urge to shrink in on yourself and instead holding your head high, setting your jaw. You’d made it to the counter, and you firmly planted your hands on the wood, pushing yourself forward to catch the bartender’s attention.

The burly man looked at you, and came over. You had to raise your voice to be heard.

“I- uh…” you looked around, words suddenly lost.

“What’ll it be?”

“Silco…”

The bartender stared at you. “What?”

You pursed your lips. “I’m looking for Silco. Would he happen to be here? By any chance?”

The bartender raised an eyebrow. “He didn’t tell me he had a lady friend.”

“A lady- what? No, I’m just an acquaintance. Is he here?”

The bartender shook his head, letting out a chuckle which was drowned out by the din of the bar. “He’s a close friend of mine. I can tell him you were looking for him tomorrow. Any message you want to relay?”

You thought for a moment. “…Not really. Although-“ A smoke on the rooftop would be nice. “I’d rather talk to him myself, actually.”

The bartender raised his eyebrow without another word, and nodded. “He always hangs around here in the afternoon. Has nothing better to do with his time, the man,” he joked. You made yourself laugh, and thanked him.

You squared your shoulders. “And while I’m here, I suppose I might as well get something. So, uh… gin and tonic, please. Without the gin.”

The man looked at you rather askance at your peculiar request, but didn’t say anything as he served up a glass of tonic. You smiled thinly, looking around at the establishment as he wiped down a glass.

“So how do you know Silco?” He asked you.

You turned your head towards him. You didn’t expect him to start conversation. He looked at you with a glance of curiosity.

“I don’t,” you say. He frowned.

“So how come you’re asking for him?”

“Well, I mean- I do know him. We met yesterday.” You took a sip of the tonic, and it took  the bartender a moment to realise you weren’t planning on elaborating. “How do you know him?”

“He’s pretty much my brother,” the bartender said simply. He extended a hand, and you shook it. “I’m Vander.”

You nodded slowly. “…Vander.” You thought for a moment. “I’m [name].”

“Nice meeting you. Stop by at four tomorrow, will ya?” He watched as you downed your cup and set it on the counter, tossing him the money and nodding.

With that, you left the Last Drop.

-

You found Silco sitting on the steps outside the Last Drop at four in the afternoon the next day. He looked up at you, and you raised your eyebrows in surprise.

“Silco!” You gasped. “Oh, uh, what are you doing here?”

A languid sweep of his hand brushed the hair out of his eyes. “You asked for me.” He said, voice sounding bored. But there was a twinkle of amusement in his eyes.

You scoffed, shuffling your feet. “Hardly asked.”

“You were looking for me.”

“You told me to stop by!”

He stood up, dusting off his clothes. “Indeed I did. Lonely, are you?”

“As I’ve said already,” you muttered, following him as he made his way through the street. Before long you’d both found yourself on a rooftop, a cigarette in between you.

“Who’s Vander?”

“He’s like my brother.”

Wow. 

“Right.” You looked out across the streets. “Did your… business from last night get…resolved?”

He nodded, a small smirk playing at his lips as he thought back. “It did.”

“And you're sure it wasn’t a prostitute.”

He scoffed, as you giggled at his reaction. “I’m sure.” He turned to watch you laugh, back pressed against the rusted tin as you laid back, and blew a steady stream of smoke into the air.

And then he sighed.

This became a usual routine. One or the other of you would find each other on the rooftop, and would sit there talking until one person had to leave. He wasn’t half bad company, you realized. And sitting there against the sky and smoke felt nice. It was nice to have someone to talk to for reasons other than necessity or business.

One day on a walk home from an errand, the dark blue of the night sky creeping behind the clouds, you heard whimpering from an alleyway. You froze, unsure of what to do. Run? Stay? The sniffling picked up, descending into sobs. 

You burst into the alley.

A little girl, scraped and bloodied, stared at you with wide glassy eyes. You looked back at her.

“What’s your name?” You asked gently, crouching down and wiping the tears and dirt from her bruised face.

“Alice,” she choked out. You felt a tug at your heart, a painful wrench that was hard to ignore. You swallowed a lump. 

“What happened, Alice?”

“Th-they… my mommy…” she started trembling again, and you exhaled slowly, hushing her. “They took her.”

“What about your daddy?” You whispered, carding your fingers through her mousy brown hair.

She raised her head. You followed her gaze.

Piltover.

You lip curled in disgust. Some Piltie must have had an affair with a trencher- a Zaunite, and wanted to get rid of the evidence. No doubt. You gathered the girl in your embrace.

You could hardly support a child, let alone take one in…

“The men were following me,” she told you.

“Let’s go,” you replied. You could hardly support a child.

“Where?”

“Home.”

-

You found him perched on the roof, and climbed up to meet him.

“Silco!” You hissed. He looked at you, frowning at your expression as you collapsed in a heap next to him.

“What’s wrong?” He grabbed your shoulders, eyes welling with concern.

“Silco, there’s a girl. Her father’s from Piltover and they had her mother killed and they’re after her, and I found her and I have no idea what to do with her-“

“Shh, calm down.” He stopped your exhilarated rambling short, and leaned back, taking a moment to think. You watched him, unable to speak.

“Well, if you can’t raise her…”

“I’m not leaving her to die,” you said sharply.

He looked at you skeptically. “And what exactly will you do then? Can you even afford to raise a child?”

“I’ll figure something out.” You sounded unsure.

He looked at you tiredly. “[name]…”

“I’m not leaving her to die,” you said with finality.

He looked at you silently, then nodded. “I’ll… I’ll help where I can.”

You flushed. “You don’t have to.”

He took your hand, and shook his head. “We’re friends.”

You flushed deeper, and looked away, taking a shaky breath. “I’m sorry.”

He looked at you. “What?”

“I’m sorry, all you’ve ever done is help me and all I’ve done is… steal your cigarettes.”

At this he laughed, but one look at your face and he realized you were being serious. “It’s not like that.”

“But it is.”

He fell silent, and you knew he couldn’t deny what you had stated was the fact. But then he spoke. “You give me company.”

You laughed. “That’s it?”

“I don’t care about the enforcer chase, or the cigarettes. You know if I didn’t want to be around you I wouldn’t bother. So stop saying random shit and just…” he took a deep breath and dragged his hand across his face. “God, you’re insufferable sometimes.”

Despite the insult, your insides glowed, and you smiled. “Thank you, Silco.”

“Did you just hear me? I called you insufferable.” 

You nodded, still beaming. “Thanks.”

He scoffed, a small smile on his face. “You idiot.” He took out another cigarette, and, as usual, you held out your lighter. He looked at you, and passed you the lit cigarette to have first.

“And you’re sure you don’t consider me as charity work?” You said before a long drag of the cigarette. You passed it back to him, and he stared at you, confused.

“What? I- of course not.”

“Why are we here then?”

“You’re my friend. You were looking for me that day, remember?”

“You immediately decided we were going to…” you waved your hand around. “Whatever this is. Hanging out. What if I wanted something else?”

He rolled his eyes, blowing out some smoke. “What else would you want? I told you to come find me if you wanted company.” He jabbed the cigarette in your direction. “This is company. And I believe we just talked about this?”

You ignored his last comment. “Well, why are you keeping me company?”

He laughed. “You’re my friend. And I get bored too, you know.”

“You have Vander. I’m sure you have others.”

He suddenly looked at you piercingly. You squirmed. Had you said the wrong thing? But then he shook his head slowly, visibly relaxed. “Right, but none of them are…” he stopped himself, face turning slightly pink. “What I mean to say is, it’s nice to know some other people.”

You leaned close and gently prised the cigarette from his fingers, and he looked up at you. You grinned, then placed it in between your lips. Inhaled. Took it from your lips. Exhaled. He blinked as the smoke billowed in his face.

“Thanks,” you smiled. He looked away, miffed. 

“We won’t talk about this anymore.”

“‘Course.”

“You know my answer.”

“I do.”

[dragon-lancelott]

since DC has multiple earths and timelines everyone just has their own different dc earth as how they see everything. like you can really just choose what things happened from whatever comics and mix match what earth they are originally from.

like you dont like that one event from the canon timeline? then it didn't happen on your earth.

you like these events that happened in other Earth/timeline whatever comics? then they happened.

So instead of DC standing for disregard canon it actually means decided [your own] canon

[aviolettrose]

A fanfic idea:

Jason gets triggered by certain words into a soldier the league trained, and Damian tries to figure out if Jason is ظل(zala = shadow, translated by google) his "babysitter" and bodyguard from his childhood.

There is a situation where Damian has to battle someone and is forced to use a single weapon. After thinking about his odds, he chose ظل, because either he is right or wrong (of course, he is right)

Jason is frozen in his spot when Damian starts to say something in arabic. "عليك أن تخدم وتحمي رأس الشيطان. يجب أن تأخذ أنفاسك الأخيرة أثناء حمايتي. أنت جنديي الذي سوف يستمع وينفذ أوامري"

("You shall serve and protect the demon head. Your last breath shall be taken while protecting me. You're my soldier, who will listen and act to my orders", translated by google again).

After Damian finishes, you can see how his opponent just stands there and laughs until blood starts to run out of his mouth because he has a katana sticking out of his stomach. He spits blood and dies and bla bla bla, irrelevant.

The opponent falls to the ground and reveals Jason standing there, looking catatonic, no shine in his eyes, and Damian knew he was right.

However, he doesn't know how to "end" Jasons "soldiers' mode," which causes chaos afterward.

Damian is in school, he will see Jason sitting in a three in a league uniform (Jon is freaked out by it)

Damian is on a mission with the Titans? Well, he ain't going alone

However, Jason freaks everyone out, even his family. It seems like he doesn't need anything except training and Damians' presence.

Jason cooked a feast once, only for Damian, and when Tim tries to take something, he almost loses a hand (Jason did it only for a thread, if he wanted to he would have cut Tim's hand off).

It frustrates Damian so much after a while that he asks Bruce if his mother could come over (of course, Bruce says yes because he wants his son back).

When Talia arrives and she sees the state Jason is in, she talks with Jason on Arabic about "his state".

(Like, "Who are you?" "Your Soldier, my queen", "Who told you to protect Your Prince?" "My Prince himself requested my protection")

And of course, Talia gets Jason to snap out somehow (he pretends to have no memories about this time, but he knows everything).

(I didn't think further, but if you have any ideas, please let me know)

[anonymous-existences]

I found a new interesting currently short fic, AND THE FIRST CHAPTER IS LITERALLY NAMED THIS 😭😭 I love it (it's the Spaceship/watchtower)

Credit Fic:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56896720/chapters/144673003

[eris-eveningstar]

My sister and I were talking about proshipping and stuff, and tbh, I don't even try to justify myself. Yeah I read and write tomarrymort, yeah I would HATE anything like this happening irl, but TOXIC RELATIONSHIPS ARE INTERESTING TO READ. And I love tomarry's dynamic. It's really fun to write. I guess I am a proshipper, idgaf, and if you don't like it don't read my work. Mind your own business ig. People need to figure out how to do that. 🤷‍♀️

[walison-abigobaldo-iii]

Who wants to write a fanfic of aloto based in Heather of Conan Grey? Carson could be the girl who wish Heather dead, Greta is the person who gives her the sweater and Dana is Heather. Based on Heather but in the end they, Greta and Carson, end up together.

Slow Burn and Slow Build, forty chapters, Strangers to Friends to Lovers, or just Friends to Lovers, Modern Setting- High School or University AU

The fandom ( meaning me, I'm the fandom) would go wild with this one, dear fanfic writers. Just a thought, something to keep in mind

[lightcannonweek]

LIGHTCANNON WEEK 2024! July 24th-31st!

Heellooooo everyone! It is I, your Suspicious Zucchini, here to help manage Lightcannon Week! Which is starting NOW!

I hope your stories are fired up and ready to go! Remember to tag them properly! If I miss anyone's story, please @ me or send us a private message here or on my @questionablecuttlefish account.

I haven't done this managing a tumblr event thing before so I confess to not really knowing what I'm doing, please bear with me!

I am, however, really fired up to get the #Lightcannon tag blazing this year!

Remember, these are the original prompts and dates if you need a refresher.

I have also created an LC week 2024 logo and alpha version: you are FREE TO USE these in your social media posts, etc, spread the love!

Both are below:

Hope to be seeing more of you all as the Week progresses!

[sugerblu]

Any caitlyn too fanfic recs LOL thanks diva

Lol i was bout to reply to your comment but ig i'll just make a post about it.

My favourite writers are SunsetSharkbite and Connie they have a bunch of fics about them, from long fics to smut oneshots so you can choose 👁

[gummieturtle]

Shigaraki trying to figure out who tf Dabi is be like-

a quick fanart cuz I love this fic so much it's ingrained in my brain at this point😭😭

@crimsonseekers

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fic: area cryptid upset no one bothered to inform him of his tragic backstory by crimsonseekers

fic link

[hastyprovocateur]

Brawler, yearner Vi for season 2 iktr

[then-be-a-warrior]

I need a fanfic with Jayce and Viktor just...being Gods together now.

Like fast-forward thousands of years and humanity just knows them as the Gods who are never seen without the other. They never speak but if you pray to them or some shit they appear and give you good fortune or something idk.

I just need more content of them being majestic together.

Give me the gay gods.