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laystudio · 7 years ago

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tell me your all time fave ships, like aaaaaalllll time from anything

hey there! u know this ask is pretty timely since i’m making this pairing + romance tropes gifset thing which i’m not sure i’ll be able to finish in time but lmao at least this would help me sort my shit out. hmm… but well, i don’t really have an ultimate ship™ since i jump fandoms pretty quick and in typical me fashion, i forget the pairings i ship once i leave. dare i say commitment issues? but for real tho i do have some but i don’t ship them in the same intensity as before.

but since u asked, i will try and deliver. so my ships in order of Relevance To Me At The Moment:

superbat ⏤ damn this hits the spot u have no idea. just… this big giant ball of sunshine and a dark brooding mastermind falling in love? sign me the fuck up. u know the fuck? sign me. their chemistry is undeniable i can go on and on. through love anything is possible so jot that down. i mean superman and batman invented best friends to lovers???? i rest my case.

timkon ⏤ ok i lied these two invented best friends to lovers. i mean tim and kon are soulmates at this point @dc are u seeing this!!!! they’re like superbat lite lmao i’m kidding but y’all can see a pattern here. on the one hand u have this messy bitch who loves micromanaging tf out of everything and on another u’ve got a super strong clone who gets an existential/identity crisis every two seconds. what’s not to love?

bruharvey ⏤ don’t even try me. this is my guilty pleasure and u can pry this pairing from my cold dead hands. again… with the…. best friends to lovers…. thing… ok i can try enemies to lovers and even best friends to enemies to lovers with this one. these two are such a wild ride i love it. the danger, the excitement. admittedly this is the only pairing i’ve written fanfics for but they will never see the light of day ever. no way, no how.

basically every superbat-esque ship holds a special place in my heart ⏤ midpollo, hernankirk, supergirl/batgirl, powergirl/huntress

i never actually thought this far like… those three ships are the ones i fixate on rn so anything else is kinda up in the air for me. but here are some other dc pairings i’m cool with, in no particular order: (faves are italicized)

stephcass, dickkory, clois, dicktiger, jayroy, batcat, halbarry, bluepulse, boostle, harleyivy, wondertrev, wondercheetah, olliedinah, dickwally, arrowbat or whatever, arthurmera, jason/happiness, and a bunch of other stuff that i can’t remember but yeah

*honorable mention:

somebody made me ship clex and it actually worked. but only if it’s smallville!clark and lex tho

since those are mostly dc here’s a few from other ends:

sirius/remus ⏤ 6th grade me was shookt

billyteddy ⏤ timkon 2.0 except they actually happened lmao tbh i actually shipped them before i even knew what a tim drake or a kon-el was

amyrosa ⏤ they’re bi and they’re mine now

jakeamy ⏤ bitch!!!! these two heteros i swear

nozaki/sakura ⏤ speaking of heteros, this is my ult anime pairing like….

spideypool ⏤ probs the only marvel comic i read in any sense of consistency rn is the spiderman/deadpool title

amerikate ⏤ literally what i want in life, hashtag goals hashtag mood

john legend/chrissy teigen ⏤ heteros who stay on top of That, also my actual parents

cherik ⏤ old married couple down the block

every wlw in hayley kiyoko’s music videos

this got really long but i’m pretty sure i still missed a lot anyway. so there u have it anon! all the things i care abt in one post. thanks for the ask!

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thefae-journal · 3 years ago

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Three Nights - human/modern setting AU

Fandom: Wonder Woman Ship: Wondercheetah POV: second person, Barbara

Word Count: 2020 Originally posted - September 3, 2021 Warnings: none

Summary: Carol assigned you and Diana to attend a gala a few states over on the behalf of the Smithsonian. The Smithsonian handled everything—the flight, hotel, meals. The only thing you had to worry about was what you were going to wear to the gala. And maybe… your feelings for Diana.

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Room 203. Diana slides in the key card, and the door unlocks.

Carol assigned you and Diana to attend a gala a few states over on the behalf of the Smithsonian. The Smithsonian handled everything—the flight, hotel, meals. The only thing you had to worry about was what you were going to wear to the gala. And maybe… your feelings for Diana.

A whole weekend you will get to spend with Diana, and you can’t be any happier. But your stomach was uneasy at the thought upon first being told this. You’re going to an event with her. Just her, no one else. She’s practically going to be your date. Is it a date? No, no.

That’s silly, Barbara.

You turn the lights on as you enter the room, and that uneasiness you felt at the announcement of Carol’s “assignment” and during the flight resurfaces. They gave you the wrong hotel room.

A king-sized bed.

Instead of the double queen.

“Hey, Diana?” You look over your shoulder at Diana as she hangs her dress up in the closet. She hangs up yours, too. “I think they—”

Diana waves it off. “Yes, I know. The receptionist said something about… overbooking, so they had to give us a different room. We can figure something out. No worries.”

You remember, you zoned out while Diana was checking in. Shoot. You mentally slap yourself and set your duffle down on the floor at the end of the bed. “Right… Uh, yeah. Okay. It’s— It’s fine.”

“I’m going to hop in the shower,” she says, putting her duffle on the bed and searching through it. “Do you need to?”

You shake your head. “I will in the morning.”

...

You and Diana have prepared for a long night of sleep, and now you lie beside her—but you try to pretend that she isn’t because the fact might as well keep you up all night—staring at the ceiling in the silence of the hotel room. You feel the mattress shift under you and exhale. Maybe once she’s asleep, you can start pretending.

Right now, Diana’s wide awake, and her voice breaking the night’s silence says so. You turn onto your side.

Your eyes have already adjusted to the dark of the room, but she’s rather blurry without your glasses on. You rub your eyes, blink a few times as if that will help. It doesn’t, so you reach over to grab your glasses from the nightstand with a groan and put them on.

Definitely better. Perfect, just like Diana.

“Huh? What’s up?” you finally respond in a whisper.

Diana chuckles. “You know, you don’t have to whisper. No one else is here.”

Don’t remind me.

“Uh, yeah. I just heard that walls are kinda thin in hotels so I wanted to be, uh, considerate of, you know, people that share a wall with us.”

Really, Barbara?

“All right. We can whisper then,” Diana says, lowering her voice. It’s deeper, calmer, and you swear your heart is starting to beat faster and faster.

“No. No. It’s fine, really. Just ignore me.” You hide your face in your hands.

After a moment, you separate your fingers and peek through them, and Diana giggles. Heat rises to your cheeks. You’re not sure if it’s from embarrassment or being flustered. Whatever it is, your head somehow ends up buried in her shoulder.

She’s this close to you? You’re this close to her?

And she’s… is stroking your hair now?

Your stomach twists in knots, but you dismiss it because you want to stay. Because this feels… good.

You forget to take your glasses off—you don’t care—falling asleep with your head on Diana’s shoulder and your arm around her waist.

ii.

You sit on the bed and shove your feet into heels. They’re brand new, bought just for this event. Nothing more. You would never wear heels like these otherwise. Not to work, not anywhere. You like to stick to something more comfortable, flats, maybe a nice wedge. But heels? No. Never.

The dress you have on is new, too. Except, unlike the heels, the dress flows from your waist to your ankles. Comfortable, just how you like it, yet still beautiful, nice.

The bathroom door opens, and you give all of your attention to Diana, who’s holding the top of her dress up. “Can you—?”

“Zip you?” You nod and wave for Diana to come over.

In front of the body mirror, you guide her hair to the side over her shoulder, and suddenly, you forget how to breathe. Or maybe you’re holding your breath. Or your throat closed up, air stuck in your lungs. You ache to trail your hand along her bare back, but you refrain. She’s your co-worker, your friend. And yet, the previous night, she let you hold her, lie against her as if she isn’t those two things at all to you.

You sigh and carefully zip up her dress, not wanting the fabric to get caught in the zipper. “All zipped up,” you say, and step back.

“Thank you, Barbara. I appreciate you, really.” She turns.

The first thing you notice is that her eyes are glowing, bright, to match the smile on her red lips. Then, the dress itself. It’s shorter than yours, ending right above her knees, and white. There is some detailing on the thick straps in black, but other than that, it’s simple in a way only Diana can ever pull off.

You continue to wonder if you’re still holding your breath. You’re not sure how you’re still alive, standing in her presence, somehow composed. Gosh, she’s just so—

You bow your head, cheeks flushing. “You’re beautiful, Diana.”

“I can say the same about you, Barbara. Truly.”

“I don’t know. I…” You adjust your glasses.

Diana grabs your hands, caressing them like she’s gathering snowflakes. And they melt right in her hands. You’re melting in her hands. “You are.”

You meet her gaze, and she surrounds you in the warmth of her atmosphere.

...

It had to have been a date.

Diana held your hand.

Diana fixed your hair.

Diana brought you back to reality when you zoned out, then whispered in your ear what was going on so you understood the conversation.

Diana took you outside when things became too much, overwhelming.

Diana helped you calm down.

Diana…

Or maybe she was just being a good friend.

Yeah, she was just being a good friend. That’s all, Barbara.

...

It wasn’t hard for you to find sleep, but waking up in the middle of the night is something you can’t control. Your brain turns back on, even though you don’t want it to. This time, you’re kind of glad that you did wake up because you don’t want to miss the feeling of Diana spooning you—her body pressed against yours, her arm wrapped around you as if to protect you, her legs intertwined with yours.

You start thinking, what if Diana—

“Barbara?”

She’s still awake.

You tense up.

“Are you all right?”

You stare at the wall in front of you, or what you can see of the wall anyway, which is just a dark blur. Would be a cream blur if the light was on. “I’m, uh… Yes, I’m fine. All good. I just woke up, you know. Just woke up.” You’re such a fucking mess. “Why are you still awake? Or did you, um, wake up, too?” No, you should ask her why she’s spooning you.

“I guess I can’t sleep,” Diana answers. “I was really worried about you, Barbara, at the gala.”

You feel her breath on your neck as she speaks. You shiver. “It’s okay, Diana. I’m okay. You can sleep. I don’t want to interrupt your sleep. Don’t worry about me, okay?”

Just keep holding me.

You grab her hand and bring it close to your chest, lacing your fingers. “Thank you, for caring about me, Diana. Sleep well.”

“You, too, Barbara,” Diana mumbles with a relaxed sigh. She nuzzles your back, right at your shoulder blades.

iii.

There were only a few meetings this morning, and that was it. You had the rest of the day to spend with Diana, going out to eat and walking around town. You stopped at a few stores, but neither of you bought anything.

Now, past dinner hours, you’re back in the hotel room, and Diana puts on a movie. You prop up the pillows on the bed and, once you’re all settled, you pat the spot next to you. Diana accepts, climbing on to the bed to sit beside you.

You didn’t expect her to open her arms out for you to move into. And you don’t hesitate to, cuddling into her side, but it still surprised you. Maybe after how she held you last night, it shouldn’t surprise you. Or how she truly cared for you at the gala more than just a friend would—letting you cry into her shoulder, wiping your tears away with her thumb, kissing your forehead when it was all over.

“Diana?” you start, but immediately regret it.

She looks down at you. “Yes, Barbara? Is everything okay?”

“Yes. Yes! Everything’s good. Yes. Just fine. All good. Really. Good.”

Diana giggles. “Then, what is it? Hmm?”

You’re stuck in a hole now with no way of getting out, but she should know. She needs to know. You clear your throat and sit up, out of Diana’s embrace. “There’s something I should tell you.”

“I’m listening.”

You hear it, confusion in her voice. But also worry, concern, even though you already said that everything is good. Is it? Is it truly good?

“I… I like you.” You pause for a moment, wait to see if she has something to say. She leaves you in silence, so you continue on. “I mean, in a way that I shouldn’t. Like, romantically. Like… that. I understand if you don’t want to talk to me anymore. I can just leave. I can get myself a different hotel room or… or something. Or just go back home. Whatever. I understand if you don’t like me, too, at all. I just needed to tell you because all of this hurts. And you really care for me and it’s driving me crazy, like a good crazy. A, uh, crazy that makes me think that you feel the same way even though I tell myself, ‘Barbara, she’s just your friend. This is what friends do.’ I’ve never really had friends. I don’t really know what it’s like to have friends. So it’s all confusing and I feel confused and I’m trying really hard to understand—”

Diana places her hand on your thigh, right above your knee. “Barbara. You’re rambling.”

You look at Diana’s hand, then at her, and laugh awkwardly. “Sorry. I’m nervous. That, uh, happens when I’m nervous.”

“Well, I think it’s cute.” Diana smiles, soft and sweet. “And I kind of knew. You’re not very good at hiding it, but that’s okay.”

“You’re not upset with me?” you ask, your hands fiddling on your lap.

Diana shakes her head. “There’s nothing for you to be nervous about, either, because I like you, too. I think I always have. I haven’t felt this way with anyone in a long time. But you are the brightest star, Barbara, that guides me through a dark sky.” She caresses your cheek, gazing into the blue of your eyes, a blue that she seems to get lost in. “Can I kiss you?”

“Kiss me? You… you want to…” You exhale, or try to. You’re holding your breath again, aren’t you? Diana likes you back, and you can barely get a word out. Maybe you used up all your air during your rambling earlier, or something like that.

Diana Prince wants to kiss you.

It’s a dream, a dream that you decide you want to live. So you nod, and lips meet. When she pulls away, she brushes your nose with her own, leans her forehead against yours, holds your face in her hands. Now, everything feels more clear.

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