#i don't know what this is

[tardxsblues]

We don't need heaven, we don't need hell. They're toxic. We need to get away from them -- just be an us.

[luxmoogle]

Spooky little bat. ୧ ‧₊˚ 🦇⋅ ☆

[sukunasdirtylaugh]

"you know I'd do anything for you."

"ken..."

"I mean it," the yakuza boss persists, leaning forward as the two of you sit in the comfort of your shared matrimonial bed, 4 months of marriage with yet no arguments to be seen (to the surprise of everyone around you: maids, friends, your mother, and you). kento has been all the accommodating in this transition. even when he knew half your heart did not want to settle in like this, in this world.

"you don't have to say that," you hope the softness in your voice can lessen the weight of your words, "we don't have to do this... thing,"

"does my desire to put myself at your will make you uncomfortable?"

"i-it's not that-"

"then will you allow me?" he asks, "not as my wife, but as you," the way he says your name makes your heart skip a beat, your throat contracts as he leaves you with a question you were not expecting.

"I don't know what you're asking of me." you almost flinch when he sighs, fearing you've made this entirely worse, but at your question, your husband takes your hands in his.

"allow me to join you for brunch," you know exactly what he means by this. every saturday, you liked to eat outside the porch. with a book in hand or a pen, you used these objects as a means of comfort.

you now realize he was trying to be the same.

"okay," you breathe, sighing shakily as you nod. "do you... want to start tomorrow?" he nods.

"I'd like that, thank you."

[nf-o]

cones...？

[thepagemistress]

Cas doesn't really use pet names for Dean but occasionally he will call him something in Enochian that always makes Dean weak in the knees.

And then one day, as Cas is sat by himself in the library, he hears a sudden guffaw ring through the corridor, recognisable as Gabriel's. Followed by a "Dean..." from Sam that is clearly meant to sound placating but instead sounds more like he's trying to hold back a laugh of his own.

Footsteps beat down the corridor, swiftly approaching the library as Dean blusters his way in. Spotting Cas immediately, he throws his arms wide.

"Your pet name for me is 'human'?!"

Cas simply stares back at Dean, completely unmoved. "You call me angel. Frequently."

"Yeah, but..." he splutters. Hesitates. Flusters.

Cas raises an eyebrow and waits.

Dean scowls back at him, red-faced, points a threatening finger at him and then just...turns on his heel and flees the room.

Cas's lips twitch in a smile as he turns back to his book.

[alexandriaellisart]

lavender

[blondwhxrewrites]

Mattheo, in a modern AU, is the rich bad boy everyone wants to fuck. He's the whole package, good looks, a whole lot of daddy issues, and he gets into fights every other day. He's never seen without a cigarette in his mouth, and he's been caught multiple times fooling around with girls in empty closets. He's a total asshole, and he knows it—does he care? Nope. He parties hard and doesn't give a single shit about anything. He lived like that until his third year of college when you came stumbling into his life. You had managed to snag one of the best scholarships at the most prestigious colleges in England. The only downside is that you're surrounded by rich, snobby assholes half the time, and your will to live is slowly crumbling. You live in a shitty, small, apartment, and the only friend you have is a girl named Pansy—the platonic love of your life. She's filthy rich, and she insists that you meet her friends, who are also filthy rich and apparently are the most infamous group at the school. You quite literally crashed into Mattheo at a small get-together Pansy had dragged you to. He sees you for the first time, and it's love at first sight. You're on the brink of tears because your day was so bad, and now you've bumped into someone, and the bar is overwhelming, and all you want to do is go back to your shitty apartment and play Roblox. And something inside him clicks at that moment—

Holy shit you're perfect

[konigsblog]

simon riley's the man to tease you, calling you silly names that are so loving and adoring, an inside joke between the two of you.

perhaps he'll call you sugar because of that time you spilt sugar all over the ground, desperately trying to clean it all up without him knowing because you thought he'd think you were stupid...

although, simon just shook his head chucking and vacuumed it up instead, watching you pick up every grain of sugar was making him die on the insides.

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Eddie: Permission to date your platonic soulmate, Buckley?

Robin: Permission denied!

Eddie: Why?!

Robin: I just watched you shave your eyebrows out of pure boredom!

Eddie: It wasn't because of boredom! It was because you told me that all eyebrows look like caterpillars! You know caterpillars freak me out!

Robin: That was days ago, and I was high!

Eddie: And I've been having nightmares ever since! So. . .let me get this straight. . . I can't ask out your best friend because I shaved my eyebrows?

Robin: I can't take the risk that you won't shave his eyebrows in his sleep.

Eddie: Seriously?

Robin: You are not to go near Steve or his eyebrows. Permission still denied.

Steve walked into Eddie's trailer, carrying bags of food.

Steve: I got the food. . . Eddie, where the fuck are your eyebrows?!

Eddie: *panicked* Robin told me that all eyebrows look like caterpillars!

Steve: Why would you do that? You know he's scared of caterpillars!

Steve disappeared into the bathroom.

Eddie: What are you doing?

Steve: Shaving my eyebrows! The things that I do for you!

Robin: *rolls eyes* Fine! Permission granted, but you never needed it in the first place, *with affection* freak.

Eddie: But Dustin said -

Robin: Dustin was fucking with you!

Eddie: Damnit!

[unreliablesnake]

Schrödinger's girlfriend (Simon "Ghost" Riley x reader)

Soap simply referred to you as Schrödinger's girlfriend.

He had heard the stories about Ghost's girlfriend, the dancer whose videos could be allegedly seen on a dance studio's YouTube channel as well. But the lieutenant never told anyone your or the dance studio's name to make sure no one would start drooling over you.

Price had already told the team that he met you before and you were very much real, but no one else could confirm it. So as long as he didn't see you with his own eyes on Ghost's side, Soap wasn't about to believe you existed.

"Lt., come on, just one video," he tried one time when he found him alone.

Ghost let out an annoyed groan as he looked down at him. "No."

But one time, months after this failed attempt, Price invited his team and their significant others or friends for a drink in a bar. It had been a rough mission, they needed some time to just hang out somewhere and talk about anything but work.

That's when Soap first saw you. He didn't believe it at first, he immediately assumed you were just some tipsy girl flirting with Ghost, but when he pulled down his mask to kiss you, his arm wrapped protectively around you, he knew it had to be you.

"Look at that, you exist," said Soap as he walked over to the pair of you.

Ghost let out a sigh and took a sip of his bourbon. You, on the other hand, looked interested in what he had to say. "You thought he was lying?" you asked sweetly.

Shrugging, Soap extended his hand. "John MacTavish. But everyone calls me Soap."

"Soap? Why Soap?"

"Don't ask," the lieutenant told you as he pulled you a little closer to himself.

"And what's your name?" Soap wondered.

You were just about to answer when your boyfriend interrupted. "Too many questions, Johnny. Her name is classified," he added with a smile before placing a soft kiss on the back of your head. "Why don't you go back to the others and give us some space? I haven't seen her in two months."

"Sure, sure. Have fun," he said before turning to move back to the rest of the team.

A stupid grin was plastered on his face the whole time, and when Gaz asked him what it was all about, he only waved his hand nonchalantly. No big deal, he just saw the woman he had thought wasn't real. But you were real, living and breathing, clearly in love with Ghost.

[staygoldfics]

Darry Curtis has a secret stash of candy, well technically he found his parents stash of old Halloween candy but his brothers and the gang eat literally anything they find in the house so Darry makes the stash his own. It's what their parents would've wanted.

[nyttedryst]

You swear people are being delusional about him. Sukuna have been nothing but nice to you ever since you talked to him, sure the tattoos screamed danger but he was nothing like that. Silly people! telling you how scary and toxic your boyfriend is when he is just the sweetest.

Sukuna who just simply changes persona whenever your gentle and bubbly ass appear. He's holding someone by the collar then once you appear he's suddenly just helping them get up. Every insults he used to spit without a thought, now he force to swallow. The supposedly punch, landing as a playful pat just because you are there.

Mhmm, surely he's nothing alike the people says. Everyone have a say in everything anyways and jokes on them, you're not that dumb nor naive to easily believe them.

He flip position, suddenly laying you on your back gently putting you down on the bed while roughly thrusting in and out. You're crying out and gripping the sheets yet he managed to still be gentle with you, not to your cunt but he's gentle to you. His thrusts didn't lose a beat as he grabbed a pillow putting it underneath your head as he lowly groan, managing to prioritize your comfort even if he's balls deep in you.

"Open up and swallow Precious." He ordered drinking some water before leaning down, transfering it to you to prevent your throat from drying out like he's not fucking your brain's out. He smirks as he pulled back, watching how the rest of the water drips down to your cheeks to your hair.

"That's my girl, you're so good to me." He coos as you whined arching you back. His digita gently pulling back the strays of hair sticking to your forehead moist from your sweat.

"Let me take care of you Precious... My Precious." Sukuna whispered, holding your leg and placing it on his shoulder. Earning a groan from him from the way your velvet walls perfectly wrapped around him, like you're made for him; destined for him and him only.

See? Nothing like what people say.

[ourfavoritetorturedwriter]

[violent138]

Something maybe only I and like three Gotham Rogues will be thinking about is that Batman gets a kid, you eagerly await to hear his Bat-themed name (you know after the Batmobile, Batarang, Batsignal you think this one's Batson/Batchild/Pup if you wanna get scientific) and the name's Robin. Okay whatever, we got a bit of a rebel going against the whole Batmotif or whatever, and then comes Batgirl (back on track). Then the next one is Robin again, Robin 3.0, Red Hood, Red Robin, Robin (though this one definitely could've run with a Bat-themed name based on the outfit), Spoiler, Robin Orphan Black Bat Batgirl (most of which make sense), and then Signal.

Conclusion: kids really didn't take after Batdad much.

[snakeredbirdbatkatana]

Before that night Damian could say with certainty that Drake couldn't care less about him.

Damian stands coated in blood and he has no idea how he got here.

When Grandfather had come he knew it was hopeless that he should just go quietly he didn't account for Timothy.

Before he could blink Grandfather was dead.

His brother holding his prized katana which was sticky with blood.

His Brother who wrapped him in his cape and lead him away.

Who bandaged his wounds and sung a lullaby he hadn't heard since Mama.

His brother who is gone and he stands alone like every Wayne before him staring at a grave stone and wishing he could go back in time and change it all.

But unlike every Wayne before him he can.