#but I just started writing and

[haveihitanerve]

Stephanie Brown clutches her stomach. It is happening. She is finally… she lets out a breath, fingers curling as another sharp pain shoots through her body. She is alone, in her apartment/safe house, but that is okay. She only hopes her neighbors don’t mind the screaming. Maybe they will and come check on her. Maybe then she won’t have to be alone. Steph shoves the thought away and focuses. The contractions are coming quicker now, stealing her breath and making her cry out in pain. It will be soon. Even through her pain Steph hears the window slide open. Her hand closes around the knife on her bedside table and she lifts it, although how she’s going to fight while giving birth is another matter. She drops it when Batman appears in the doorway. “Bruce…” she breathes. His masks slips off and he is at her side in an instant, lifting her hips and fluffing her pillows, grabbing a handful of towels and a bowl of hot water. It is only when everything has been prepped and he’s laid a cool towel over her brow that he speaks. “I’m here.” Stephanie has never heard better words. He stays at her side through it all, holding her hand, urging her along, whispering sweet nothings in her ear to keep her distracted and yet focused. It feels like hours, but finally a baby’s scream breaks the air and Bruce is cleaning off her baby, wrapping it in his cape as he coos, rocking it gently. His eyes drift to Steph, watching him, a question clear as day. Steph turns away. Bruce leaves, the baby tucked against his chest, and Steph is alone again, the only indication that she ever wasn’t the lines on her stomach and the black mask draped across her side table. Steph cleans herself up, and the apartment, and buries the mask in the back of the closet, in a box with other things colored red and green that she doesn’t want to look at. Spoiler hits the streets a day later, and Steph can’t see him, but she feels Batman at her back, tracking her through the city, watching her the way he did when she was Robin and he cared. Steph tells herself that he doesn’t. That he never did. But the mask is still there, a phantom, haunting her from its box in the closet, and the food she finds in her fridge, enough meals to last her a solid month, says otherwise too. Steph doesn’t say anything, but as she eats the meals, burnt enough that she knows it’s not Alfred’s cooking, watching her favorite show on a TV that wasn’t there a few days ago, that she would never have been able to afford, tears stain her cheeks, and her meal gets some much needed salting.

In a hospital, only four miles away, a nurse carries a stillborn baby away from her patient, burying it in the back like all the rest, bracing herself for the moment she’ll have to go back inside and give the couple the bad news. A movement behind the dumpster catches her attention and she peeks, finding a beautiful baby boy with bright blue eyes, looking up at her. He cannot be more than a few minutes old, and the nurse makes a quick decision, lifting him into her arms and carrying him inside, rushing to the McGinnis’s room to present them with their child. On a rooftop, two buildings away, white eyes watch, and an oath is sworn.

[twilightarcade]

"Whats your favorite memory?" questions are such bullshit I literally don't remember that shit it just occasionally comes to me in divine flashes and leaves indefinitely

[xandrikart]

[suddenly-frankenstein]

his guardian angel

[astearisms]

fionna and cake drawings before and after watching the episodes so far. it’s nostalgic and somehow cathartic and poignant and relatable and—it just started

[keiscorner]

2:53 am

"kei." no response. you know tsukishima has to get up early for work, but the window across from your bed is open, allowing the night breeze to creep in and sting your face. you could get up yourself, but that's what husbands are for, right?

you twist around, trying to wiggle out of your husband's grasp so you can take a better look at his sleeping face. he has an arm wrapped firmly around your waist, the other supporting your neck to, in his words, 'protect his ears from your constant complaints about your sore neck in the morning'.

"honey?" you poke his cheek, smiling to yourself when he grunts in response. tsukishima has always been a light sleeper. you lay in silence for a few seconds before he finally lets out a sigh, opening his eyes to look at you.

"what do you want?"

you muster up your biggest doe eyes, knowing that he hates getting out of bed just as much as you do. "close the window for me?"

"no. you do it."

you sigh dramatically, gesturing at his arms wrapped firmly around you. "i would love to, but someone is holding me hostage, so i think you're going to have to do it."

tsukishima rolls his eyes, untangling his arms from your body. "problem solved." he holds back a smile when you frown and pull the blankets away from him, turning your back towards him. you're so cute. tsukishima would do anything you ask of him without hesitation, but he can't help but tease you a bit first. he'll never get tired of your reactions, and he loves that he can be a little snarky with you.

you sigh again, this time louder and more pointed, pretending to shiver just to show your husband how cold you really are, and how cruel he is for not helping. "if only someone could hold me right now...", you trailed off.

"ok, do you want me to help you or not?" he finally gives in, getting up to reach for his glasses. you win, as usual. you turn back to face him again with a smile as bright as sunshine, and despite all of the years you've been together, his heart still stops for a second. wow. okay, maybe he is obsessed with you, but he can't help it. you've clearly worked your magic on him, considering the fact that he's getting out of the bed for you when he has to be awake in a few hours. he goes to close the windows with a firm click, walking back to his side of bed.

"kei...since you're already up...", he looks back to see your guilty smile, an empty mug in your hands. "please? last thing, i swear." he give you a look that reads, "you're lucky i love you." (you know you're the luckiest person in the world.)

he takes your mug and you hear his quiet footsteps making their way to the kitchen. he comes back, handing you a mug full of warm water. once you take a sip, he takes the mug from you again, placing it on your nightstand.

"i poisoned that," he quips, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead before finally lying down and snaking his arms around your waist, pulling you in closer to him. the only reason he hates getting out of bed is that he has to let go of you, but he doesn't need to say that. he's sure you already know.

[datcravat]

[versasfanficwastedump]

my dad says that the worst day of his life was when I was 7 and we were fighting so I screamed that I hated him.

Anyway, imagine Bruce and Dick’s first fight. And Dick is just so angry and he wants to push Bruce away before Bruce can do it to him (or maybe he just wants to piss Bruce off), so he just shouts, “I hate you!”

but he’s not prepared for Bruce to freeze. Then he stares at Dick just long enough for him to feel guilty.

And then Bruce justs bursts into tears.

[keferon]

Monster hunter au part 9

I wanted to cook a bit more fluff before I get back to drama hehe

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[huntingrays]

pjo prompt: percy and jason have to go on a quest together, so they both decide to bring their respective partners (annabeth and leo). during the quest, they get kidnapped by monsters and percy and jason wake up in an arena. the monsters explain that they have their partners and in order to save them, they have to fight to the death, with the winner getting to leave alive with their partner, while the other is killed. however, the monsters are very shocked when percy and jason sit down and start calmly playing cards with each other. they’re not worried about their partners. instead, they’re worried for the monsters. they trapped annabeth and leo together, two of the smartest demigods. the girl who redesigned olympus and the boy who built a warship in six months. they were toast.

[becca-e-barnes]

Bucky pinning you down so you can’t squirm and he’s just sitting inside you while he tortures your clit feeling you clench around him. He makes you cum over and over until he finally cums.

Overstimulation + super soldier stamina = …

- 🍯

Dear God, I know I just don't have it in me to behave during cock-warming. When it comes down to it, I genuinely have no patience at all 😵‍💫

"You..." Bucky begins, pressing you down onto the bed before gripping your ankles and forcing you to flip over onto your front. "Have a problem with control."

With your face turned away from him, you can't help but smile to yourself. No one has ever said it out loud but you know he's right.

Being in control is where you're most comfortable. No hands are safer than your own. Except maybe his. You know he won't fuck this up.

"And you..." He continues, gathering your wrists behind your back, holding them tightly with one hand. "Need to learn how it feels to have control taken from you. Do you understand?"

As soon as you begin to nod your head, you feel him start to tape around your wrists, holding them together behind your back. Once he's content they're secure, he sits on the edge of the bed, facing the mirror before he pulls you onto his lap.

"Legs spread over the top of mine." He orders and you do as you're told, not because you have to but because you want to.

You notice the way your cunt is already glistening in the mirror and you're almost embarrassed because he hasn't even touched you yet.

"Fuck, you're made for this." He groans, lining his cock up to your slick entrance and you wonder if he's holding his breath too while he slides into you, as deep as your bodies will allow.

You're obsessed with the sight in front of you; your own naked body, with your legs spread so far apart you can see how your cunt is stuffed full of him.

Being shorter though, your feet can't touch the ground like this. There's no way you'll get enough leverage to fuck yourself on him but as soon as you start to tell him that, he silences you with two thick fingers between your lips.

"I'm not letting you fuck me." His free hand roams over your body, squeezing your breasts, pinching your nipples and then settling between your spread thighs.

"I'm going to play with you. I'm going to see how much you can take. I'm going to work out exactly how you like your clit stroked and I'm going to do that until your legs are shaking and your body won't let you cum any more. Maybe then I'll fuck you but sweetheart, that will be hours from now." His breath is hot against the side of your face, his fingers slipping from your mouth to your waist while he starts to flick gently against your clit.

"I'm going to start slowly. I'm going to do everything I can to drag this out as long as possible. I can feel every clench and flutter of this pretty little cunt and I'm going to enjoy it until you're dripping over my balls." At this rate, it won't be long until you're dripping onto the carpet, never mind over him. You dreamed he'd want to take control like this but you never imagined the way your body would respond.

"And then, when you've cum more times than you can handle, I'm going to tell you that I love you while I fuck you like I don't."

Update: Part 2

[yourdaddyfigure]

I want to come home and see her lying on the couch, playing one of my video games. Come up behind my girl, pull her panties to the side, and slowly push myself inside her pretty little hole. “Shhhhh, it’s okay, baby. Keep playing your game. Daddy’s just watching you play.” I watch as she continues to play the game, purposely slamming into her. Smiling to myself as I watch her fail so badly to keep her attention on the game. She moans and whines as I watch her lose grip on the controller. I stopped for a moment. “No, no, no, pick it back up right now and finish the game, baby.” She listens and picks it back up, and I start up again, gripping her hips as she can’t help but arch her back, trying so desperately to keep the controller in her hand so I won’t stop. I start to hear her beg and cry, to let her cum all over my cock. I then grab a fist full of her hair and force her face into one of our pillows on the couch. Her muffled screams still being heard throughout the room. She drops the controller, but at this point, I stop caring. “Go ahead, you cute little bitch, cum all over daddy’s cock.” And just like that, she lets it all out, squirting all over our couch and making a complete mess. I give her a quick spank on the ass as I slowly pull out. “That’s my good girl. Daddy couldn’t have you beating his record now, could he?” We giggle and turn toward one another. Placing a kiss on her forehead, she said, “Maybe next time, now come on, let’s go get you cleaned up and something to eat.”

[crimson-constellations]

atla modern au where suki & zuko are life guards for the summer and sokka just keeps drowning

[lovealwayssay]

I would pay an ungodly amount of money for a Supernatural finale where Dean rescues Cas from the Empty and tells him he loves him too, Eileen comes back to be with Sam, and Jack chooses to live with the four of them in the bunker as a happy family.

[roseworth]

(if u add a + just vote for whichever one you add it to <3)

[lunamugetsu]

Danny is an ao3 writer

Hear me out!

Y'know how there's a running joke that ao3 authors/writers will put in the author's notes that they're sorry that they took so long to update and their reason is because of either they got into a horrible accident/ life threatening health issue/serious personal issues/ their life went up in flames figuratively or literally, or somehow a combination of all of those scenarios. And they're all like "Well enjoy the chapter! tee-hee!" and everybody who's reading it all collectively go "are you okay?!" (aka the ao3 writers curse)

So I want to take this, and add Danny

Danny begins taking a liking to the classic literature that Mr. Lancer talks about during class and decides to writes a fanfic about it along those lines. It all starts for when he writes a Pride and Prejudice fic where Charlotte gets a better life where she's both happy and comfortable. And when he gets pretty supportive comments about it. He starts writing fics for other books as well (and it never stops)

During that time, who else but the Jane Austen fan, Jason Todd reads this fic. Yes he reads fanfic (do not ask him about his ao3 history), he yearns for more Jane Austen, but unfortunately she's not exactly able to write more books for him to read. So he turns to ao3 where there are some people who have incredible talent for writing pretty good regency era romance.

So what happens when he finds a couple of Pride and Prejudice stories written by " HalfDeadHalfAliveWriter

And when reading through the stories and looking at the author's notes.

All with very weird scenarios happening to the writer that he can't be sure that if it's a joke or if it's an actual thing he should be very worried about.

Author's notes such as:

Sorry it took so long for me to update this I was being shot at by my parents and ended up getting a burn on my hand and couldn't use my computer for awhile.

Sorry the chapter's so short, all the people in my town are being possessed by a hoard of angry ghosts because somebody had a bright idea to steal an artifact that belongs to an ancient civilization. So I had to get this out quick before they ruin my wifi connection

Sorry I haven't updated in awhile, I had to fight off a crazy guy that is obsessed with killing my father so he could marry my mother and become my new stepfather.

Sorry for the wait I got sent back to Ancient Egypt by my mentor to hunt down a runaway ghost that was messing with time.

But honestly the most recent author's note on a fic that hadn't been updated in week is what makes Jason really worried.

Sorry for not updating for a couple months guys, I was taken by a government agency that started vivisecting and torturing me. Thankfully my sister and friends busted me out and now I'm working on healing up. Anyway here's the Great Gatsby fic where Nick and Gatsby kiss.

After reading that author's note, Jason just sits there thinking only one thing.

What the fuck?