#canon divergent dates

[r0-boat]

Aaa I streamed a date with death

And there are some things that gave me the urge to write this drabble!

Grim x reader

Cw: NSFW but no sex, phantom Touch or whatever that means,slight temperature play, somnophilia, dub con

A quiet night like any other. All snug in your warm bed, after an uneventful day at work All you wanted was to see your favorite grim reaper and have a restful night of dreams.

But it seemed that someone wasn't satisfied with just a text or a call.

Work today was hard and you only made it harder, as well as his mind being played with your Bright smile carefree attitude that kitchen admit the attracted to. Tonight his need needs were stronger than they were before, this aching need to see you, touch you, be with you, be in you. He couldn't just show up and take you right there, no. There's no way he can take your sharp tongue and your filthy words.

Then you remember doing words. When he formed the connection to you.

How this could be used in 'other ways'

His breath still shakes at that.

You did say you didn't mind...

He could still feel his connection from you.

Fuck, He needs you He craves you so bad and it's your fault.

Laying in his bed by himself he poses his eyes imagining your body The connection still strong as he can feel your body on top of his. Ghosting his fingers over your chest he could feel your soft heavy breathing, you're warm skin, your heartbeat.

You are alive.

Deliciously and utterly alive.

That very state that mocks him even now

But at the same time causes him to crave you more.

'nine hells, This is wrong so so wrong.' He mutters yet he does not stop.

To hypnotized on the warmness of your body in the gentle weight pressing down onto him. You are a lot softer than he imagined.

Despite being trained to harvest the souls of what he reaps he knows little to none about human anatomy. He knows how to fatally wound or even kill a human, What spots of the body are vital and fragile, and nothing more. As he feels his pants getting tighter, he ignores his primal urge for pure curiosity as his hands begin to dive underneath your pajama tops. His icy cold breath tickling your ear makes you stir, but he is too engrossed in the nubs on your chest to care.

You always liked your room being cold when you sleep but it feels like you're in an icebox. You let out a whimper as you slowly open your eyes to feel your nipples being squeezed and pulled by something cold. As if ice cold tools were playing and prodding and caressing your body making you shudder as you let out a moan. You thought this was me really a dream since nothing appears to be in your room who is causing you this weird pleasure, when you felt a hand around your mouth.

And a familiar voice in your ear you knew exactly who it was.

'You did this. Look at what you did to me. Isn't it time to reap what you sow?'It took your mind a while to fathom what Grim was talking about never mind the fact that He is now touching your body for God knows how long you were out, until you felt a poke at your backside the warmest thing you've been feeling. You grind your hips against it and grim returns the action with a groan.

'Even now you tease me? Fine I shall play your game, too.' He ends with a purr.

[gothamite-rambler]

Robin: Thanks for letting me team up with you tonight.

Red Hood: Yeah, I'm not annoyed being around you that much, and you carry a sword.

Robin: True, but I won't kill with it. If you want to use it, you can.

Red Hood: Nah, that’s yours. Just so you know, a… friend of mine who goes on missions with me will be joining us as well.

Robin (suspicious): Oh, that’s cool. You definitely don’t sound like you’re hiding something. Good thing we didn't activate our comms so I can meet this person. Are they an assassin like you?

Red Hood: Yep.

Robin: Do they have any connections to a villain we’ve dealt with?

Red Hood: Mm-hm… it’s not a big deal, though.

Robin: Hm… Okay!

Five minutes later, Ravager arrived, and within seconds, Damian figured out their relationship.

Robin: Oh, I see! How long have you two been together?

Ravager (before her boyfriend could stammer): A year now.

Red Hood: You’ve got to be kidding me.

Robin: Intersting pairing, I was rooting for you and Artemis, but I'm glad you're with another insane, strong woman.

Ravager: Thanks, kid. That means a lot honestly.

Red Hood: Could you at least try to pretend?

Ravager (giggling): He’s a kid. Who do you think he’s going to tell?

Robin: Yeah, right. Who am I going to tell? I have a few options that are, much to my shock, unaware of this pairing.

Red Hood: Right, we can talk about this later.

Robin nodded.

Robin: So, do you actually wear an eye patch, or is it because of who your father is?

Ravager: The first one, but my father is the reason I have to wear it.

Robin: They have glasses for that too; I can show you some later.

Ravager: Aww, cool. Let’s walk together.

Robin nodded, happily walking off with Ravager while Red Hood trailed behind, frustrated that the one person he didn’t want to know about his secret relationship was now aware of it, especially since Damian always wanted something when keeping secrets.

[momokotuharumaki]

Solomon having a hangover is the funniest thing I've seen playing catch up in Nightbringer.

[a-fic-reviewer-757]

the cost of being a good dad:

by: Mawiiish | word count : 96,533 | AO3 | chapters: 10/10 | rating : Teen And Up Audiences

Summary:

Dick, Jason, Tim and Damian are all tired of watching Bruce struggle with the stress of trying to handle the newly formed Justice League. He needs an outlet, he needs to relax, he needs to get out of the house, he needs... he needs to start dating. And what he doesn't know won't hurt him, right?

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“Excuse me, I don’t know who you think I am, but I think there’s been a mistake.”

“Bruce, right?” the guy says, albeit less confidently this time. He looks slightly concerned and if Bruce is not mistaken… a tad embarrassed. “Bruce Wayne? You look just like your pictures.”

“My pictures?” Something finally clicks in Bruce’s mind, and he takes a small step back and plasters a smile on his face as to not rouse suspicion. Stalker. “Ah, of course, I’m sorry but I’m late for an appointment.”

Tags :

superbat - Freeform l Online Dating l Catfishing l Blind Datebat boys wanting their dad to be happy l Flirting l Bickering l Bad Pick-Up Lines l the boys are menaces l Bruce Wayne is So Done l Bruce Wayne is tired l Clark Kent is being catfished l Misunderstandings l POV Multiple l Getting Together l Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence l Dialogue Heavy l there's a lot of bat family dynamics as wellI l Identity Porn l Identity Reveal l Angst with a Happy Ending l Hurt Bruce Wayne l emotional and physical Hurt Bruce Wayne l Jason Todd Feels l First Kiss l Bruce Wayne is Bad at Feelings

Review : 💜💜💜💜💜

Frankly, I have to say this is one of the funniest fics I've read in a while — what a way to start the year with a bang! Superbat is one of my favorite couples, but it's rare for me to find a fic where I truly enjoy how both characters are portrayed. This one nailed it. The story captures their nuances perfectly — Clark’s gentleness and kindness tempered by his immense alien strength, and Bruce’s struggles with self-image and paranoia. The balance between them felt authentic and compelling. The fic had its highs and it s even higher moments, and the ending didn’t feel forced at all, which is such a win in my books. The sequel is also fantastic, and I’m waiting with so much anticipation to see if the author writes more in this universe. I know I’d absolutely love it. With the recent surge in Superbat content, this is a fic I’d definitely recommend to any fan of the ship.

[alchemistc]

lover to burn

So this post sent me on a spiral. If you enjoy this, go give xofemeraldstars and drnathanielheywood some love for the inspiration.

SPN rules apply here as far as swearing goes.

Buck ducks, makes a move to peak around the side of the engine, and nearly stumbles into the body lying beneath the ladder. Not — not a body, thank fuck, only a moment later the body groans again and Buck nearly loses the breath in his lungs. He’s curled in on himself oddly, torso angled towards Buck, the leg closer to the ground bent almost fetal, top leg angled ungainly behind him— Jesus, it’s pinned. “Tommy.” He’s still got no fucking clue what’s going on, except maybe there’d been an explosion? And Tommy’s pinned under the fucking engine and there’s someone just around the corner who keeps yelling and Buck hears something about the captain but his attention is focused on the road rash painted across Tommy’s forehead and the unsteady way he’s blinking at Buck, and the way he’s shifting his body weight. “Hey, Tommy hey. Don’t — just don’t move for a sec, okay. Just — just relax.” ___ Tommy never left the 118. He's riding shotgun when the bomb goes off. 2x18 redux

Read it on ao3!

[crazy-ache]

Chapter 9 Update

Summary: One moment. All it takes is one singular moment to change the trajectory of fate. Following the events of Hybern, everything changes when Lucien instinctively grabs his mate—Elain Archeron—and brings her back to the Spring Court with Feyre and Tamlin. 

In the midst of war and ruin, Elain and Lucien will have to face the bond that connects them together if they hope to survive the unintended consequences. To do so, they’ll have to prevail through games of deceit, powerful forces of magic, and deadly enemies. And hope their hearts survive the journey. 

A retelling of A Court of Wings and Ruin (ACOWAR) and a Canon Divergent AU. 

Notes: Chapter 9 Update - Water. Weekly updates begin now!!

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"I wanted to know…how do you feel about a little exploring?” Elain felt the corners of her lips tick upward. “You mean explore…Velaris?”

Tag List: @zenkindoflove, @bonecarversbestie, @little-fierling, @teddyhoneybear, @the-darkestminds, @yaralulu, @ataraxiasflame, @slipmerfoot, @areyoudreaminof, @comeonladiesitstime2yearn, @goghwilde, @positivelyruined, @sad-scarred-sassy, @works-of-heart, @sonics-atelier, @mr-agent-mulder, @shadowqueenjude, @christeareads, @emmers-bens123

[oceanwithouthermoon]

kaido thinks hes kubosais designated third wheel, when actually theyve been trying to worm him into the polycule for months

[mollywog]

@creativepromptsforwriting’s prompt for December 18th is:

🎄Christmas Market 🌟

Does anyone want to start a prompt challenge (Drabble, sketch, moodboard, or just riff on the idea) or a patchwork fic (one person starts with a few lines and others add on)?!

[isthatmickey]

mickey saying no to ian’s second proposal thinking ian’s mind couldn’t have changed so quick and they need the space to resolve previously buried issues

[minawritesfanfic]

Backyard Boy Part 2

Rodrick Heffley x Reader

Word Count: 3,000+

Summary: You and Rodrick go ok that long await ice cream and skate ‘date’, it’s not a date though well okay maybe it is. A friend date, you can go on dates with your friends right…?

Part 2

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I lay in my bed staring blankly at my ceiling, the room was dark but slowly being illuminated by the rising sun. I knew that it was already nearing eight a.m. and that I hadn’t slept a wink last night. At first, I thought me and Rodricks hang out tomorrow, wait no that's today, was just a simple meeting between friends. My mom on the other hand doesn’t believe that, she asked so many questions and gushed about how I already had a date. Now that she brought it up this hangout is seeming more and more like a date.

I groaned and covered my face with my hands, trying and failing to pretend that it wasn’t already morning. I knew that I had to get up in a few hours and that I had stuff I needed to do before then. I forced myself to sit up and climb out of bed, I shivered once my feet hit the cold hardwood floor and quickly put on my house shoes. With a yawn I undressed and got ready to take a shower, I hopped in without checking the temperature and I was jolted wide awake. I adjusted the temperature and quickly warmed up, at least I was more awake and conscious of what was going on.

By the time I had gotten out of the shower, it was a few minutes past eight-thirty, I now sat at the kitchen counter eating breakfast. Homemade french toast and a glass of sweet vanilla almond milk, way better than normal milk I’d say. Despite it being eight a.m. on a Saturday I knew both my parents were out of work already, Dad was always in and out of the house since he was almost always on call at the station. Whilst mom’s job just had a weird work week, who the hell works Friday through Tuesday? I don’t even know what she does anymore since we moved, just that she’s out for hours at a time on the weekend.

I finished my breakfast and decided to start on chores early, so it wouldn’t be a problem later. I grabbed my ipod and started to clean with my epic playlist ‘Doghouse Jams’, it was chaotic but it was perfect for practically any mood. I nodded my head to the music blaring through my earbuds as I cleaned the dishes from breakfast and whatever meal my parents ate last night, they probably came in late and ate the leftover lasagna from last week. Regardless I scrubbed and rinsed away the leftover food bits and put the plates onto the drying rack, eventually the sink was empty so I switched sponges and started cleaning off the counters. I had spilled a bit of syrup and cinnamon on the counter, so I might as well get the rest of the counters while I’m already cleaning them.

It only took half an hour to finish up in the kitchen, so I decided to just hang out on the couch for a bit and let the rest of my playlist play. It was still only nine a.m. so I had a little over two hours before I could even think about getting ready to leave. I let out a sigh and snuggled deeply into the couch, I let my eyes flutter shut. I would just rest my eyes for a bit to waste some time.

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I awoke with a yawn, as I sat up with a stretch. I felt incredibly disoriented and stood as I rubbed the sleep off my face. I walked through the hallway towards my room and happened to glance up at the clock on the wall. If I wasn’t awake before, I definitely was now when I realized the time.

11:57 am

“Shit, shit, shit! I’m so gonna be late!” I bolted down the hall and up the stairs to my room.

I quickly gathered everything I needed to go out on my bed, phone, chapstick, wallet, and fuck where did I put my keys? I scavenged my dresser and any jacket pocket I could to find them, it was only after several minutes that I found them in a discarded pair of jeans. This made me realize that the pants I was currently wearing were way too nice to wear to a skate park, so I wasted a few more minutes looking for a replacement. Eventually, I found a nice loose-ish form-fitting denim pair and put them on, then my sneakers. I made sure to grab a hoodie before I left my room, as I walked down the stairs to the front door I organized everything I needed into my various pockets. I lifted my head when I heard a knock at my door, and it was then that I remembered my skateboard was still upstairs. I quickly rushed back and grabbed it before answering the door, only after calming my heavy panting first. I swung the door open and I was met with Rodrick, who stood with his hands in his pockets shifting awkwardly in place.

“Hey! Sorry, I’m a few minutes late. I woke up barely an hour ago.” He said with a nervous laugh avoiding my eye contact, while I just breathed a short sigh of relief.

“Hey, it’s fine I was running a bit late too. Are you ready to hang?” I said stepping out my front door and shutting it behind me, giving the nob a quick twist to make sure it was locked.

“Yeah, ice cream, and then I’ll show you that skate park as promised.”

“Glad to see you’re a man of your word.” I joked as I followed him off my porch toward the ominous white van I just realized was parked in my driveway. It had ‘Löded Diper’ painted on the side, I just stared in awe.

“Do you like it? I drew it myself.” He said with a proud grin as he looked over at me.

“Yeah, I’m speechless. I didn’t realize that was how your band name was spelled, it’s unique though. I like it.”

“Thank you, it’s totally spelled like that on purpose. I picked the name myself, and I love it. Anyways, after you my liege.” Rodrick did a dramatic bow as he opened the passenger side door for me, I laughed and climbed inside.

He climbed in after me on the other side and then put his key into the ignition to start the car. He pulled out of the driveway a bit recklessly so I gripped my seatbelt tightly and knew I would have to apologize to my parents for the damage to the front yard. But just like that we were on our way down the street, it was silent for a while inside the car. I could occasionally catch Rodrick sneaking a few glances over at me as he drove, which reminded me a lot of my own mother's driving. Unlike my father’s uptight and stickler for the rules driving, my mother was uncaring and drove with her hands in the wind, literally. She occasionally let go of the wheel and put her arms out in the air, thankfully she at least used her thighs to somewhat drive the car when she did that.

It was a relatively short drive and we were already pulling into the tiny parlour’s similar tiny parking lot. The building looked quite old but through the large windows I could see the inside was certainly more modern. I left my skateboard on the floor of his car and climbed out of the van, the sound of passing cars was loud and led to there being a breeze despite the stagnant wind. I stuffed my hands into my pockets as I rounded the back of the truck and met Rodrick, we walked up to the parlour in a somewhat comfortable silence. Rodrick opened the door for me keeping up his chivalrous act, as I entered I was hit with a wave of coolness and sweet scent. I stepped up to the glass protecting the several dozen containers of ice cream as I looked for my favourite flavour.

“Welcome to Old-Timey Ice cream parlour, what can I get you guys today?” The blonde clerk asked as he gestured to the rows of ice cream.

I ordered my favourite flavour but then saw the different cone options, “Oh, and can I get that in a waffle cone too please?” I asked as I held onto my wallet in my pocket.

“And I’d like a mint chocolate chip in a normal cone,” Rodrick said, stepping up beside me at the counter.

“Are you ordering separately or together?” The clerk asked as he quickly scooped my ice cream up and handed it to me, then did the same for Rodrick.

“Sep-“ Rodrick put his arm out in front of me and cut me off, “Together, how much is it?”

“Your total is eleven thirty-five.” Rodrick pulled out his wallet and paid for the ice cream before grabbing my hand and leading me outside.

“I don’t know what to comment on first, you choosing mint chocolate chip, you paying for both our ice creams, or you holding my hand. It almost seems as though we’re on a date right now.” I said with a quirked eyebrow as I savoured that first lick, Rodrick met my gaze and hesitated for a moment looking from me to our linked hands.

“You say that like it would be a bad thing!” He said with a smirk letting go of my hand and wrapping his arm around my shoulder instead. “Also, mint chocolate chip IS the best flavour in the world.”

He waved his ice cream in my face offering the first taste I just made a disgusted face and ducked under his arm, “Gross! I bet you like eating toothpaste, you weirdo!” I said with a laugh putting a couple steps in between us.

“No, now that’s gross, I just really enjoy brushing my teeth. I’m not a crazy person y’know.” He flashed a toothy grin, albeit not having the straightest teeth his teeth were on the whiter side.

“Mmm, maybe not that type of crazy person but definitely still a bit crazy. Anyways, are you still going to show me that skate park?” I asked licking away at my ice cream happily, Rodrick nodded and we walked back to his car.

The drive over was much shorter than the one to the ice cream parlour, Rodrick had me hold his ice cream while he drove. But of course, he had to multitask and have me hold the ice cream near his face whilst he drove, which had me hoping there was somewhere I could wash my hands. I now had sticky ice cream and Rodrick’s spit all over my hand from failed attempts at eating ice cream, not to mention I learned Rodrick bites into his ice cream due to the fact he bite my finger.

I’m honestly struggling to decide which is the weirdest and the grossest, though in my heart it’s still probably the flavour. I really hate mint chocolate chip.

“Andddd here we are Plainview’s one and only skatepark, there's also a playground hidden on the other side.” He pointed over to the park as he pulled into one of the parking spaces, my eyes were fixated on the skatepark packed with people a few hundred feet away from us.

“Oh sick, there’s already people here. Thank you, Rodrick, I literally was going to die if you guys didn’t have a decent park and skaters here. Maybe your town isn’t so ‘plain’.” I snickered as I handed him his ice cream.

I climbed out of the van and cleaned my hand off with one of the napkins I took from the parlour, I’d still have to run it under some water on it as it was a bit sticky. I made sure to grab my board and we walked over to the skate park, it was a beautiful sight to see. Girls and guys all skating freely, doing tricks, falling on their asses, it had everything it did back at home. Down to the trio in one of the corners smoking and laughing their asses off every time someone fell, this was really starting to feel like home. I turned to say something to Rodrick and I could tell from his body language despite there being a smile on his face he didn’t really want to be here. The way his eyes darted back and forth, or how he hid one of his hands in his jean pockets. He even was eating his ice cream slower than before, he was almost done with it but had barely made any progress since we left the car. I looked from him and back to the park thinking for a moment, before ultimately deciding that I visit the skate park on my own another day.

“You’ve said you haven’t skated before right, Rodrick?” He whipped his head towards me, a bit surprised I said something.

“Yeah uh no, I haven’t skated before. Why..?” He asked skeptical but I just smirked and didn’t respond.

I tucked my board under my arm and took his hand then pulled him off towards the street beside the skatepark. I quickly finished the rest of my ice cream, enjoying the sweetness of the waffle cone as I did. I set my board down in the middle of the street after checking for any cars, once the coast was clear I started my lesson.

“Why you ask, well today we’re going to start your skateboarding lessons is why Rodrick! I promise it’s just as easy as driving a car, with waaay less rules though.”

“Wait what, since when was this happening?”

“Since like right now, skateboarding is fun and all but it’s a whole lot more fun when you’ve got a skatemate. So this is also me officially asking you to be my skatemate, I’ll teach you everything I know in return.” I said flashing him a smile, he hesitated for a moment looking from me to the board, and back at the skatepark before responding.

“I mean I guess I’ll be your skatemate, which is a stupid name by the way.” He said with a shrug shaking his head, I feigned hurt and wiped an imaginary tear from my eye.

“Ouch Rodrick! My poor poor ego, me, and my friend upstate came up with it. Oh how cruel you are, is this revenge for calling your band lame?” I teased with a curious expression, though it didn’t seem like he caught on to my teasing.

“Oh well uh actually it’s stupid in a cool way, yeah like that book is stupid but it’s still really good..?” He said nervously, clearly worried that he’d hurt my feelings, I tried to stifle my laughter but failed, confusing him even more.

“Pfft- oh my gosh, Rodrick I was kidding! Yeah, it’s a stupid name, you didn’t actually hurt my feelings. Literally, something me and Lorei came up with when we were like ten.” I said, shaking my head and giving Rodrick a reassuring pat on his shoulder.

He didn’t say anything and just looked away, though I could still see the faint pink hue on his cheeks which made my stomach flip at the sight. Though I shook away the image that was slowly ingraining itself into my mind and cleared my throat, we'd been standing here and I had yet to be able to get to my point.

“Anywaysss, first lesson standing on your board! First, we need to figure out if your stance is regular or goofy, please do me a favor and turn around.” Rodrick looked skeptical but turned around, before he could ask why I gave him a barely gentle shove forward.

He tumbled slightly, catching himself on his left foot, “Hey what the hell! What does that have to do with skateboarding?!”

“Everything my dear, you caught yourself with your left foot so that basically means that is your dominant foot. Which means you ride goofy just like me, so you’ll probably feel most comfortable standing like this.” I stepped onto the board balancing carefully in a demonstration, “Also sorry for shoving you. It’s kind of a right of passage my friends and I used to do, so it’s a really bad habit. Anyways it’s your turn, try to step on and balance.”

“You and your friends sure are wei-“ He tried to say as he stepped onto the board but wasn’t paying attention, the board slid off to the side from under his foot. He fell forward towards me, I just barely managed to catch him and keep us both from falling to the floor.

“Pfft- maybe try watching the board when you’re stepping on it. But here you can hold onto me. I'll help you balance since it’s your first time.” I tried to avert my eyes knowing how red and embarrassed I was the first time I tried riding.

Eventually after a bit more back and forth and with my guidance Rodrick was able to almost effortlessly ride up and down the street. I clapped as he turned around using a side street and headed back towards me, he came to a stop —well more like tumbling to a stop— panting heavily and smiling wildly. It was obvious Rodrick was having a blast and even though I’d barely been able to ride I was too, Rodrick’s smile and excitement were contagious so it was hard not to smile and celebrate alongside him.

“I cannot believe I’ve been missing out on this my entire life, I really appreciate you teaching me this has been so much fun. Though I haven’t fallen on my ass this much since I tried learning how to ride a bike.” He said with a laugh as he carried the board over to me while he pushed some of his hair back and out of his face.

“Ugh, don’t remind me of that! My grandpa straight up removed the pedals to teach us how to ride, I have no idea how it worked but it did.” I took my board and we sat down off to the side on the curb.

“What? I refuse to believe that actually worked, that sounds more like torture.” He sat down next to me, closer than I was expecting as our thighs were squished up against each other.

“Probably cause it was, I struggled with it but hey my grandpa was certainly on to something. How did you learn how to ride a bike though, Rodrick?” He paused for a moment staring down at the pavement below our feet.

“Uhm well I never really learned how to ride one, I tried but I just couldn’t get the hang of it.” He admitted quietly as he kicked the gravel further into the road, I didn’t know what to say.

“Really? Guess that means I’ll take up your time next weekend and teach you that too, we could put the no pedals method to the test yeah?” I nudged him lightly with my elbow and smiled over at him.

He looked up from the ground and up at me carefully reading my expression, he opened his mouth to say something but hesitated before just smiling and nodding. “Yeah, that sounds nice. I appreciate it.”

We sat for a while in a thoughtful silence enjoying each other’s company and our sugar rush coming to an end. I brought a hand up to cover my yawn, my eyes crinkling in the corners as I did. I turned to see Rodrick staring forward, his eyes following any car that happened to drive past, eventually, he turned to me as he felt me staring.

“ I didn’t get the chance to ask this earlier but who’s Lorei?” I was a bit surprised by the question, I hadn’t expected him to pick up on the name let alone ask about them.

“Lorei aka Lorelai was my next-door neighbor and ‘bestest friend in the world’, as she would describe it at least. We grew up together and were, well still, really good friends. We became friends because she had crawled through a hole their dog made in the fence to my yard , and her parents went crazy looking for her. But we had a blast crawling and rolling around in the dirt together, she loves the outdoors and is the reason I skate.” I said staring off with a fond smile as I thought back to the bubbly purple-haired mess I called a friend.

“Wow, she certainly sounds fun and like a really great person. I’m sorry you had to move away and stop being neighbors.” He nudged me gently with his elbow in what I think was meant to be comforting.

“Yeahhh, it’s alright though. I got a new neighbor to have crawl through a hole into my yard.” I said easing the mood with a grin, Rodrick laughed at my comment shaking his head.

“I don’t know about crawling but I’ll climb your fence if that’s what you want.”

“I could use something new so I guess that’s fine, but don’t sue my family if you break your neck doing so!” He rolled his eyes at me but we both laughed regardless.

Nothing about the conversation was particularly funny but we still laughed heartily, it was less of a joke and more of a positive energy building between us. The air felt softer and less like it would consume me if I embarrassed myself, and the conversation was light and a lot less like two teenagers who had met just days before. It was starting to feel like two friends who’d known each other for years and could truly be themselves around each other.

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[gothamite-rambler]

Stephanie, you can't date him!

Stephanie (casually sliding close to Kyle): Sup, K?

Kyle (casually crossing his arms, a warm smile creeping onto his face): Hey, Stephanie. It's good to see you again. How's life been for you? Haven't revealed any movie plot twists, have you?

Stephanie (rolling her eyes playfully): Nah, I only do that if I really hate the person.

Kyle tilted his head, an amused smile spreading across his lips.

Kyle: Petty, but I respect it.

Stephanie blushed, thankful her face mask covered her mouth. She felt a flutter of warmth at his response.

Stephanie: Thanks, dude. Um, so you said to call you K, which reminded me of this character from… a video game. K? Then I got it—"K' Dash" from King of Fighters. It’s like you’re so much like him in terms of… fighting and stuff.

Stephanie cleared her throat nervously, glancing over her shoulder to see if Batman was around. She prayed her icebreaker landed. When Kyle laughed softly, her heart skipped a beat.

Kyle: Men in Black was more what I was leaning toward, but I know the game character and I appreciate the compliment.

Stephanie (blushing but maintaining her cool): Well, you know I call them like I see them.

Kyle (coy, leaning in slightly): You know who you’ve been reminding me of?

Stephanie gulped, her stomach knotting. She feared he was going to say she looked like Barbie—her secret sworn fictional enemy, mostly because she was picked on a lot in school. This was going to make or break her next choice as she tilted her head with a forced curious smile.

Kyle: Grace from this horror film I saw, and it was awesome. She got married to this douche canoe, and they had this… 'tradition,' right? If she loses, she dies and—

Stephanie (interrupting eagerly): She ends up winning the game, and the family explodes and—

Kyle and Stephanie (in unison, excitement bubbling): She divorces her husband, causing him to explode!

Stephanie (squealing with delight, her heart fluttering happily): Oh my god, you compared me to Grace? That’s so sweet!

Kyle (flirtatiously): Hey, I call 'em like I see 'em.

He carefully bumped his elbow against Stephanie’s, making her blush even deeper as a love pop song played in her head. Her eyes fluttered as she leaned forward, feeling bold.

Stephanie (trying to shoot her shot): Hey, I'm free—

Suddenly, Batman walked over and, like last time, grabbed her arms, forcibly walking her away.

Batman: No, no, no—thousand times nope.

Stephanie (frustrated, trying to break free): Dude! Quit it! I'm trying to ask him something!

Batman: Don’t care. Taking you to the car.

Stephanie (calling out desperately): Nightwing! Tell Batman to knock it off!

Nightwing walked past Kyle, laughing nervously.

Nightwing: This is one of those times you don’t argue with the man! We’ll see you around, Kyle. Stay away from Stephanie and fridges!

Kyle (perplexed and slightly offended, brows furrowing): What the heck? Dang it.

Stephanie (trying to reassure him, her voice fading as Batman leads her away): Don’t worry! I’m free in like two weeks—

Batman covered Stephanie’s mouth, continuing to pull her away from Kyle. Kyle placed his hands on his hips, feeling annoyed but also intrigued. He shrugged, hoping he could meet the hero again—he found her interesting and quirky enough that he wanted to be around her more.

Spoiler meets a Green Lantern

Stay away from that man, Stephanie!

[timeturner-jay]

And Yet All Rivers Meet the Sea: Chapter 4

Fandom: Persona 3

Chapters: 4/?

Characters: Arisato Minato, Aigis, Elizabeth, Pharos, Ikutsuki Shuji, Sakaki Takaya, S.E.E.S

Relationships: Arisato Minato & Elizabeth, Arisato Minato & Pharos, Arisato Minato & Aigis

Tags: Canon Rewrite, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon-Typical Violence, Canon-Typical Dark Themes, Character Study

Synopsis:

Mere days after the catastrophic incident at Kirijo Labs and the Moonlight Bridge, Ikutsuki Shuji manages to recover Aigis’ video recordings of the battle. Now aware of what really happened to the Death Arcana, he decides to take its new vessel into his custody for further study and observation - after all, what is one more vanished orphan who won’t be missed? Like a river, a life can take many different forms, experience many twists and turns - but no matter how much its course is altered, in the end, all rivers meet the sea.

Link to chapter 1:

Link to new chapter:

[fiercynn]

traffic was slow for the crash years (bad buddy fic, patpran, 80k words)

written by fiercynn, cover art by @architectxengineer

“Hey,” he says, stopping short. Pran keeps walking. “Hey!” Pran stops as well and turns to look at him, exasperated. “What?” “What if this is how we get our faculties to stop fighting?" says Pat. "By pretending to date?

featuring:

canon-divergence

fake dating

pining pran, oblivious pat

architecture & engineering shenanigans

angst with a happy ending

read the completed fic here!

everlasting thanks to my BRILLIANT team of betas, @scribescribe, @hydrochaeriswrites, & @nicolasechs!

the AMAZING cover art is a commission by the fabulous science (@architectxengineer) - you can commission them yourself by emailing them at sleepygoom [at] gmail [dot] com!

wonderful people have also made related works for this fic:

apart from the incredible cover art commission, science (@architectxengineer) did a super-cute sketch for chapter 2, and these adorable animated illustrations of the bus stop scene in chapter 3

the brilliant atria (@mahuhumaling) made an edit to "don't blame me" by tswift about scenes from chapter 4, it's amazing, you can watch it on twitter or instagram

the awesome greybrocolay on twitter made a wonderful comic of a scene from chapter 8!

this fic also has a playlist that you can listen to on spotify or youtube! i also wrote my commentary on the song choice but that is spoilery for the fic, read at least through chapter 7 before you look at that. enjoy!!!

[fabulous-fic-quotes]

“Guys,” Makoto asked.

“Yes?” Ami asked back.

“Do you think Mamoru-san would be good for her?”

“If he wasn’t, he’d be burnt to a crisp right about now.”

“Rei-chan!” Ami said, scandalized.

“It’s my job to watch her back,” Rei said simply. “I think fire is more satisfying than a punch.”

“Oh, but punches can be fun, too,” Makoto replied with a smirk.

“You two,” Ami said, a smile tugging at her lips.

“Like you wouldn’t!” Rei challenged.

“What, you mean put a guy in his watery grave if he harmed Usagi-chan in any way? Or impale him with ice? Or freeze him to death?”

The girls just stared at her wide-eyed as Ami went on.

“Nope, never thought of it,” Ami finished with a wink.

Moonlit Musings - Sidus_Spei

[softceleste]

The fact I honestly thought I'd pull off playing College Craze and being normal about it, and then less than a week later I've already played it multiple times, made a duel MC au, a Pinterest board, and recreated some of the PopMe pages, is genuinely not lost on me.

[evanbuckleyrecs]

Title: i found love where it wasn't supposed to be

Written by: chromatophorica

Rated: T

Warnings: none, author chose not to use

Catagories: m/m

Relationships: Buck/Eddie, Athena/Bobby, Buck & Bobby

Tags: Misunderstandings, Getting Together, Alternative-Universe Canon Divergence, Bobby Nash is Evam Buckley's Parent, Shannon Diaz lives, Pining, First Kiss, First Dates, Family Feels

Words: 12,022

Summary:

It’s not until the earthquake that Eddie figures it out.

Hen grabs him from the trolley, hauling him to his feet and clambering out into the open, Chimney appears by their sides with a quick yell of, “Where’s Cap?” as more firefighters join them outside, glancing around to check on each other, the fogging from the oxygen tank leaks makes it harder to see into the station right as Buck and Cap stumble out.

Buck is similarly checking Cap out, grabbing at his elbow, where there’s a small streak of blood. “Hen!”

What Eddie’s most surprised by is Buck sticking to Nash’s side, the hand that Nash keeps on Buck’s shoulder, and then it clicks.

He’d be the same if Chris was there; probably a little more overbearing, but Chris is only seven, so he figures that’d be why. But it makes sense, how focused on Buck that Nash is right then, the similar frantic energy that Buck’s got focusing on the Captain. He’s a little surprised that the LAFD allow a father and son pair to work together.

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Eddie makes some assumptions when he joins the 118, he'd like the record to show he's not entirely wrong.

My notes: I love fics where someone assumes Bobby is Buck’s dad. I have another one in my bookmarks that I'll make a post for soon. Absolutely love it.