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[lucabyte]

sometimes everything just sucks real real real bad

[samgirard]

└ "We're gonna get this on camera. That's proof."

[missingpucks]

he's giving snow white

[criticalyasha]

C3E65 「 Imogen & Laudna 」

[the-ominous-owl]

Agatha All Along | 1x07 | Death's Hand In Mine

[frownyalfred]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Batman - All Media Types Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Alfred Pennyworth/Thomas Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth/Martha Wayne/Thomas Wayne Characters: Alfred Pennyworth, Thomas Wayne, Martha Wayne (mentioned) Additional Tags: Shameless Smut, Power Dynamics, POV Alfred Pennyworth, Young Alfred Pennyworth, Love Triangles, Wooing, Anal Sex, Forced Orgasm, Coming Untouched, Coming In Pants, Mildly Dubious Consent, Wayne Manor, Alfred Pennyworth is a Menace, Dom/sub Undertones, The Author Regrets Nothing, Semi-Public Sex, the author did way too much research on antique tables for a smut fic, no beta we die like jason todd Summary:

Alfred was aware that Thomas would, inevitably, enjoy such a thing. Forcing him to dig half-moons into the Carpathian Elm, as if the hardwood tables and desks in the other rooms weren’t suitable. No, Thomas had insisted upon the antique, old-world desk with a softer, delicate finish. The one Alfred barely dared to look at in between cleanings.

[sailorsally]

a 10 year long relationship that grew gradually, as he said.👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨 🌈

[kuromii-chan]

Nighty Night Vintage Lace Dollhouse

[hufflepuffwritingstuff2]

Hi, could you maybe write something about a police officer ( or hero 🤷🏻) who is stressed out of their mind because of a vilain with mind power they fail to catch every time, but little do they know their lover IS that vilain and use their power to help them relax when work is too much ? Thanks!^^.

Also don't worry about the sendbox, we know how it can sometimes. Here's a chicken for your stress 🐔

Hi Chicken Anon! Can I call you Chicken Anon? I know it took a while to get to this, but I needed a whole army of chickens to help with my stress. Fortunately, after hiring some rooster mercenaries, I am feeling a bit better, and I can now write this for you! Here you go!

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Hero threw the door to their home open and marched right toward the couch, not bothering to even take off their boots. They faceplanted into the cushions and screamed into the nearest pillow. They didn’t look up when the front door gently closed and their lover made their way over to them.

“I thought I felt a chill,” Lover said.

“Hmph.”

“The room always gets colder when you’re stressed,” they went on.

“Hmph.”

Lover sat down on the edge of the couch and started petting Hero’s hair.

“Long day?” they asked.

“Hmph.”

“Love, you know I can’t speak grunt.”

Hero looked up from the pillow, frustrated tears brimming in their eyes.

“Villain is going to be the death of me,” they whispered.

Lover looked at them sympathetically, still carding a hand through their hair.

“Talk to me,” they said.

“I had them, Lover,” Hero said, “I had them right where I wanted them, and the cops were backing me up and then- then! They all had their tasers pointed at me! Villain’s getting stronger, they were able to control an entire police squad! Villain of course got away, and I was halfway to the station before everyone snapped out of it!”

“Did they hurt you at all?” Lover asked.

“Officer zapped me at the scene, and then someone else cuffed me…”

“I hope they all apologized when they came out of it.” Lover said sharply.

“Yeah, yeah, they did… Commissioner wanted me to get checked out by the paramedics… said it was procedure or something, but I was so done with everything by then and I didn’t want to get hospitalized or something.”

“I’m sure they weren’t going to hospitalize you,” Lover said.

“Well, even so…”

Hero yawned. As they had been speaking, they were starting to grow sleepy for some reason.

“I think you need an ice bath and some sleep,” Lover whispered.

“Hmm…”

“It’s going to be all right, my love. You’re carrying so much worry with you, let me take it away.”

“I love you,” Hero mumbled drowsily.

“I love you, too,” Lover said.

Lover picked their Hero up in a bridal carry and started toward the bathroom. They got them out of their dirty suit and gently set them down in the water. Hero started making little patches of ice in the bubbles while Lover worked shampoo into their hair. Hero sighed in relief as the stress inexplicably melted away.

…

Lover held Hero close under the covers, planting a small kiss on their forehead. Hero mumbled something incoherent to them and snuggled closer.

“Shhh,” Lover said, “sleep now, Hero.”

Hero drifted off a moment later, their breathing deep and even. Lover made sure their dreams would be pleasant for them. They sent another wave of sleep through Hero’s mind as they gingerly climbed out of bed.

Lover went the basement and pressed on a seemingly random cinderblock in the wall. The hidden door opened with a whoosh. They approached the suit they had left on the table. The monitors in their lair gave them a full view of the city, and, more importantly, their Hero’s usual patrol areas. Villain slid their mask on and scanned the monitor showing the police station. When they had ordered the imbeciles to let them escape, they didn’t mean to hurt their beloved!

“Now which of you idiots was responsible for the tasing?” they muttered, rewinding old footage of the fight.

The camera zoomed in on the officer apprehending Hero. Villain pulled up their database and took note of their ID.

“Let’s see how you enjoy being the henchman for my next heist,” Villain smirked.

They left their lair, the hidden door sliding back into place. Villain made their way to the police station for Officer’s punishment, while Hero slept peacefully at home. Hero had enough stress in their life, and if Villain could help take any of it away, they would. They couldn’t stop their plans, of course, but they could help in other areas.

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[samgirard]

└ sid and nate for sportsnet

[sigmakia]

My oc Rodrick and his adorable dog Mozzarella💘

[hiraethwa]

˚₊ ˚ ‧ — catch me if i fall

pairing: iwaizumi hajime x reader, best friend!oikawa tooru x reader a/n: hurt/comfort as requested by @daisy-room i think i don’t understand what fluff means… and i went too hard on the plot 💀 enjoy! word count: 2.8k

“tooru!” you pout at your best friend who is currently being swarmed by his group of fan girls vying for his attention. 

the brunette almost takes too much pleasure in sprinkling little bits of affection to each of the girls, flashing his to-die-for dreamy smiles and cute lines to keep them hooked. unlike them, you know oikawa well enough, too well, one could say, to fall for his boyish charms. 

you resort to smacking him on the back of his head. 

“oi, y/n-chan! that hurts,” he pouts back at you, rubbing his head. you almost regret your decisions as a few girls stare back at you in displeasure. his little group of fans is scary, you think. 

“i said, iwaizumi’s waiting for us.” you spare a glance back at the girls, shuddering at their intensity for their idol, no more than a normal human being like everyone else, but talented and insane. “and stop messing with them, you’ll regret it one day.” 

he sticks his tongue out at you childishly before turning back to them and flips his personality a complete 180 with a sheepish smile, apologizing to them in a gentle voice. ack, he gives you the chills whenever he is around his fans. 

once you successfully pry him away from his fans, he follows after you like a lost puppy, curving around buildings to get to the school entrance. “y/nnn,” oikawa drags out the last syllable of your name. he slings an arm across your shoulders, leaning onto you with his full weight as if he didn’t weigh anything. 

you stagger a step and push back against his warmth. “oi, you’re heavy.” 

“so mean!” he exclaims at your jab and eases off you but still keeps his arm around you. 

the cool autumnal breeze nudges your figures from behind, reminding you of the change in seasons that is bound to come soon. it tugs at your hair, sending strands of them flying in your face. you frown at it just as oikawa runs his hand through your hair, coaxing the stray ones back in place. 

he hums in appreciation as you lean into his touch, savoring the one thing you are deprived of with iwaizumi, but given freely by him. “there,” his slender fingers tracing down the side of your face, tipping your chin up towards him. 

“you’re evil,” you whine, burying your face in your hands. he knows. this fucker knows what he is doing, showing his affection through physical touch, after teasing iwaizumi about it, and making him freeze up and hesitate whenever you try to initiate any type of skinship with him. 

you understand though, since you barely even started dating, it’s normal that iwaizumi is not that comfortable with you yet. unlike oikawa. sometimes you wish he is more like oikawa, doing whatever he pleases without care for your feelings. 

oikawa lifts an eyebrow at you, as if questioning what could he possibly be doing that is evil. you elbow him in the hip, relenting, “best friends?”

he cracks a wide smile at you, a genuine one at that, not one of those that he flashes at his fans to charm them. “was that so hard?” you could barely hear his words, being smothered by his chest and his arms wrapped around you. you smile into his shirt, nodding your head in pretense to be annoyed at him. 

oikawa tightens his arms around you, cherishing the warmth of your body in his embrace, just as something in his chest tightens. your words from earlier echoes in his head – you’ll regret it one day.

a polite throat clearing from behind oikawa has you breaking away from his touch. “izumi!” you beam at your almost boyfriend as if he hangs the sun in the sky. 

oikawa swallows thickly, glancing down at you as his hands drop to his sides. no, not one day, he already does. 

iwaizumi smiles at you, ruffling your hair as you basically bounce out of your skin excitedly at the affection he is showing you, rambling about your day so far. oikawa thinks he almost regrets talking to his best friend about you before they left practice today, but how could he when iwaizumi’s simple touch brings the most dazzling smiles out of you? 

you look back at him in delight and a hint of curiosity, a question in your eyes at iwaizumi’s newfound affection. what did you tell him? oikawa only shrugs, cracking a crooked smile at you, an answer in itself.

you’ve only become friends barely a year ago when he had found you at practice, thinking you’re one of his fans. he had mistakenly asked if you wanted his autograph, and you laughed in his face, unfazed by his pretty boy act. and he had been curious, of who you were there for, so he made his second mistake by asking you. you had only waved a hand at him as you took your leave. “maybe you’ll find out another day.” and that was that. 

his third mistake was finding out who you were and trying to be friends with you. his charms did not work on you, and you were just polite enough to tolerate his playboy presence. but he kept trying, pulling a chair over to your desk during lunch breaks and coming over to talk to you during breaks at practice. you only started warming up to him when he dropped his flirty act, behaving like a normal high schooler.

“so, are you going to tell me who you keep coming to our practices for?” you look up at the tall brunette, surprise evident on your face. you thought he would have figured it out by now, thinking you were not so subtle with your staring, but… you guess not. 

you debate whether you should tell oikawa about your not so small crush. perhaps he could help you out. or perhaps it was doomed and you had zero chance with him. he certainly acts like he hates you, a frown marring his handsome face whenever you were near, and curt answers to your polite questions

“oikawa.” speaking of the devil, iwaizumi strides up to the two of you, a scowl on his features as soon as he notices your presence. you look away, a sigh escaping your throat. it’s hopeless.

but oikawa notices the way your face falls whenever his best friend comes near, his sourness like an unwanted mistress intruding on the atmosphere. and he realizes. oh. oh.

“if you keep frowning, you’re gonna have it etched onto your face permanently, iwa-chan,” he teases, walking back to practice. 

iwaizumi glares at oikawa’s retreating figure, reluctantly following him, but not before shooting a dour look in your direction. he does not trust you. that much should be clear from the way he treats you. he does not know what your goal is, gaining oikawa’s fervent interest and becoming close friends with him in the short span of several weeks. 

you could be playing hard to get to manipulate oikawa into taking an interest in you, but for what, he could not think of. so iwaizumi keeps you at arm’s length to protect his best friend, who’s too trusting and confident in himself, even if he has had a crush on you since the first year of high school. 

oikawa resorts to leaving the two of you alone whenever he has the chance to. what can go wrong? (just about everything) he invites you over to his house when iwaizumi is over, and takes an intensive amount of time to make tea for his guests. he asks iwaizumi to walk you home, using the excuse that he needs to stay back and practice his serves more. but he can't help but feel that he is making another mistake, and he hates that he is secretly relieved that his best friend doesn’t seem to be able to stand you. 

you break first, tired of your crush treating you like shit when you did nothing to warrant such behavior in the first place. the last straw being iwaizumi smiling and talking to a stranger who was asking for directions when all he did for the last few minutes was scowl at you. 

“alright, spit it out. why do you hate me so much?” you cannot help but taste the bitterness in your mouth as you asked iwaizumi the question that has been on your mind for a while. 

“i don’t—” iwaizumi frowns again. 

“you fucking do. you look at me like i’m no better than dust under your feet, and you reserve that frown only for me. you talk like—scratch that, i get the sense that you wish you don’t have to talk to me at all.”

“fine, you want to do this? let’s do it. why are you getting close to oikawa? i’ve seen girls like you do the same thing for their own ulterior motives. oikawa may be too blind to notice it, but i am not.” he challenges. 

“girls like me? what is that supposed to mean? why don’t you ask oikawa that since he’s the one who refused to leave me alone?”

“if you’re playing hard to get so that he falls for you, you’re not the first one to do that. he could be an idiot, but he isn’t going to fall for your tactics.” but even iwaizumi isn’t sure of that himself, oikawa has never shown such a strong interest in anyone before. “and stop showing up at practices, you’re distracting him.” and me. 

“you—you don’t even know me, and that’s what you think of me?” you wipe your tears off roughly with your sleeve, frustrated with iwaizumi’s perception of you. “well guess what? i’m the fucking idiot here because the one i like is you!” 

you didn’t care what he thought. or what he was going to say in response to your sudden confession. nothing good, surely. you could imagine him scoffing at you, stomping on your heart like it is nothing to him, and you could not bear it, that pain in your heart that felt so real, so you ran. 

you stop showing up to practice like he requested, and iwaizumi stops seeing you around school as if you actively tried to avoid him. good, he thinks. good that you didn’t have any ill intentions for his best friend, but… you liked him. and he liked you too. and he also broke your heart. why would you still like him after the awful things he said to you that day?

iwaizumi frowns as he notices your absence at practice for the third day in a row. did he break something so precious that it will never be whole again?

“y/n’s not here again and she’s avoiding me. i suppose you had something to do with it?” oikawa stops next to iwaizumi, also looking at the usual spot you lounge at on the bleachers during practice. 

“i think i messed up, oikawa.” 

“how bad?”

“i thought she has an ulterior motive in getting close to you, but she likes me and i—” iwaizumi swallows thickly. “—i like her too.”

“you’re an idiot.” oikawa’s face is unreadable. strange, iwaizumi thinks, unable to figure out if he is upset or disappointed in him. “fix it.”

iwaizumi knows he should, oikawa is just stating the obvious, which is uncharacteristic of him, being the one to frequently speak in metaphors that confuses the shit out of everyone. but he has to admit, saying that he will fix it is easier than actually doing it when you’re turning around and going back towards the direction you came from whenever you catch sight of him. 

especially when you’re stomping out into the pouring rain even if you didn’t have an umbrella the moment your eyes land on him. 

“what do you want, iwaizumi?” you snap at him, not caring that you’re drenched from head to toe in that moment. 

“it’s hajime to you.” he shields you with his umbrella, fully aware that it wasn’t large enough for two, that his left side is getting soaked. 

“why? you basically told me to stop showing up in front of you.” you are walking at a fast pace, eager to get home, away from the boy who shattered your heart carelessly, but iwaizumi keeps up with your long strides easily. 

“you never gave me a chance to say anything that day.” his steps are in sync with yours, not even losing a breath. damn him and his volleyball stamina.

“what, so you could humiliate me further?” you huff, hurrying your steps. 

he yanks your wrist, snapping you around to face him. “because i like you too, y/n. i’m sorry for saying those things to you, and for being an asshole to you. so please, would you forgive me?” without pausing for a beat, he frowns at your state, worry shining through his warm brown eyes. “you’re gonna get sick like this.”

and then he had walked you home without room for protest, making sure you took a warm shower and changed into clean dry clothes before leaving. it wasn’t until he left that you realized you never gave him a reply. 

but you never got the chance to revisit the confession, because the next time you saw iwaizumi, he was busy kicking oikawa’s ass for flirting with his fans instead of focusing on practice. 

you made a double take when he greeted you by name for the first time then, offering you the cold drink you always get from the vending machine, even though half the time it was sold out. he had smiled at you. and walked you home voluntarily. and took the time to talk to you during practice breaks. and gone out of his way to get your favorite bread from the bakery before school each day. 

weeks had gone by, neither of you bringing up the topic, until the realization hit you: this is iwaizumi’s (whom you had started calling izumi instead of iwaizumi or hajime, settling for the compromise between the two) way of courting you. 

it had been a song and dance of polite touches and gentlemanly gestures, shy smiles and conversations that never seemed to end. but today feels different than before, as if whatever talk iwaizumi had with oikawa had changed something between you two. 

instead of going home after he walked you back to yours, iwaizumi had asked to come in to your home. 

he sits on the floor, leaning back on his arms, strong muscles rippling with each small movement, and pats the space between his legs. 

“who are you and what did you do to my izumi?” you can’t help but tease, surprised by his forwardness, making his cheeks color as he realize what he was doing. 

regardless, you plop down between his thighs and he circles your waist from behind, leaning his chin on your shoulder. “is this alright?” 

you only hum in agreement, enjoying the physical affection from the boy you like, memorizing the shape of him against you. 

“so i asked oikawa today if he liked anyone.” 

“does he?”

“no, i—” iwaizumi gulps, “—i thought that maybe he liked you.”

you laugh at the notion that oikawa, the notorious ladies’ man could fall for someone as plain as you. “izumi, hell would freeze over before that happens.”

“i know,” he whispers. “it’s stupid but i needed to hear it from him.”

you sense that there could be something more beneath his words, some deeper reason as to why he chose to tell you this. so you ask him, curiosity peaked, “why?”

it takes him a moment to think about it before he answers, “because a part of me thought that you would rather be with him if he liked you, everyone does. i mean, why wouldn’t they? he’s more talented, more driven, more charming, more. and i was afraid that you would be too.”

“i like you, iwaizumi hajime.” you turn around in his arms, holding his face with your hand. “and i’ll keep telling you that until you get it into that thick skull of yours.”

he buries his face into the crook of your neck, tightening his hold around you. you thread your fingers through his hair, rubbing his scalp gently while returning his hug. 

“i’m sorry. i don’t deserve you, especially with how i treated you like shit before.” he mumbles into your skin. 

“too bad that’s for me to decide, isn’t it? you can redeem yourself by smothering me with physical affection. death by love sounds romantic, doesn’t it?”

he lifts his head, finally meeting your eyes with his red-rimmed ones. “would you do me the honor of being my girlfriend?” he blurts, eyes widening like he didn’t plan on asking you right then and there. 

you grin at him. “i like you too, izumi.” 

“fuck, i had a whole date planned and everything.” he buried his face in his hands, too embarrassed to look at you again.

“that’s a yes, in case you are wondering.” you giggle at him as you pull his hands and lace them with yours. 

between the weirdly cute noise you just made and that sun-like smile of yours, iwaizumi hajime thinks that he is a goner. 

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