#i forgot where i was going with this joke

[eeerrrrewsd]

Worth the Risk

Jason Todd x Reader – Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, a Little Cute

Jason Todd had learned to live with ghosts.

They followed him everywhere.

In the roar of his motorcycle’s engine.

In the smell of gunpowder clinging to his gloves.

In the cold weight of his helmet, pressing against his skull like a second skin.

They whispered to him in the silence.

In the alleyways.

In the spaces between shadows.

In the stillness of the nights where he sat alone, wondering why he even came back.

He had learned to live with them.

But then you came along.

And suddenly, Jason didn’t know how to live with you.

You weren’t supposed to stay.

Jason had made sure of that.

He had tried everything—brushing you off, keeping you at a distance, scowling at you until his face hurt. He even threw in a few “I’m no good for you” speeches, just to be safe.

But you didn’t care.

You stuck around.

You smiled at him like he wasn’t broken.

You laughed at his jokes like he was someone worth laughing with.

You treated him like he was Jason—not Red Hood, not Robin, not a cautionary tale—just him.

And Jason didn’t know what the hell to do with that.

So, he did what he always did.

He pushed you away.

And you, stubborn as ever, refused to go.

The first time Jason realized he couldn’t keep you at arm’s length forever was when you found him bleeding in his apartment.

He hadn’t meant for you to see him like that.

He had been careful.

The fight had been messy, but he had made it home, made it to his shitty excuse for a first-aid kit, and was fine.

Or, he would have been—if you hadn’t let yourself in with the spare key he forgot you had.

The moment your eyes landed on him—shirt torn, bruises darkening along his ribs, blood staining his gloves—you had frozen.

Then your expression shifted into something unreadable.

And Jason?

Jason panicked.

“Don’t,” he warned before you could say anything. “I’m fine.”

You didn’t listen.

You never listened.

“Fine?” you echoed, marching toward him. “Jason, you’re bleeding all over your couch.”

“It’s not that bad.”

Your glare could have set the whole damn apartment on fire. “You’re literally trying to hold yourself together with duct tape right now.”

“…It’s quality duct tape.”

Your hands landed on your hips. “Sit down.”

Jason narrowed his eyes. “I don’t take orders.”

“Then sit down or I’ll make you.”

For a second, he considered arguing.

But you looked mad.

And Jason had taken on Gotham’s worst criminals, but even he knew better than to mess with you when you were pissed.

So, with a dramatic sigh, he sat.

You wordlessly grabbed the first-aid kit, crouching in front of him.

Jason tensed. He hated being this close, being seen like this. But your hands were careful, gentle as you reached for his injured arm.

And then, so softly he almost didn’t catch it—

“You scared me.”

Jason blinked.

Your voice was quiet, but there was an edge to it.

Like you weren’t just mad.

Like you were hurt.

And Jason—Jason hated that.

“…Didn’t mean to,” he mumbled.

You sighed, dabbing antiseptic over his wound. “Then stop trying to die every other night, and maybe we’ll be even.”

Jason swallowed.

He had no idea what to say to that.

So, he sat there, letting you clean his wounds, letting your touch ease some of the ache in his body.

Letting himself wonder—just for a moment—why the hell you were still here.

Jason wasn’t an idiot.

He knew who he was.

He knew what he had done.

And he knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that he wasn’t someone people stayed for.

But you did.

And it terrified him.

Another night.

Another fight.

Another set of bruises Jason didn’t have the energy to deal with.

He sat on the fire escape outside your apartment, the cool night air stinging against his busted lip.

He hadn’t meant to come here.

But somehow, he had.

Because after a night like this—after feeling like he had nothing left to give, after Gotham had chewed him up and spit him back out—he didn’t want to be alone.

And when he saw your light flicker on, when you stepped outside and spotted him sitting there like some stray cat, you didn’t even hesitate.

You just sighed, held out your hand, and said—

“Come inside, dumbass.”

Jason almost laughed.

Almost.

Instead, he let you pull him inside, let you fuss over him, let you care.

And for the first time in what felt like forever, he let himself stay.

Weeks passed.

Jason still didn’t get it.

Didn’t get you.

Didn’t get why you weren’t afraid of him, why you didn’t run the first time you saw how deep his scars really went.

He didn’t get why you smiled at him like he wasn’t some walking tragedy.

Didn’t get why, when he was with you, the ghosts in his head got quiet.

So, one night, after you had patched him up again, after you had fallen asleep with your head against his shoulder, he whispered—

“…Why me?”

You stirred but didn’t wake.

Jason exhaled, staring at the ceiling, at the way the city lights flickered through your window.

Of all people—why him?

Why would you care?

Why would you stay?

Then, as if you could hear his thoughts, you mumbled—

“Because you’re worth it.”

Jason went still.

His chest ached, something warm pressing behind his ribs, something he couldn’t name.

And for the first time in a long, long time—

He let himself believe it.

[megumismyhusband]

A+ for annoying

ᝰ.ᐟ chapter: 04

waking up was… weird.

for a second, you forgot where you were, the warmth of the blankets and the steady breathing beside you lulling you into a false sense of peace. then it hit you.

you were in a hotel. sharing a bed. with karasu tabito.

your eyes snapped open. and that’s when you noticed it.

his arm. around your waist.

holding you way too close.

you froze. like, full-body, heart-stopping, what-the-actual-hell froze.

karasu was still asleep, completely unaware, his grip loose but definitely there. his face was inches from yours, his stupid, annoyingly perfect hair a mess, his breathing even. he looked… peaceful. almost normal. almost.

but that didn’t change the fact that his arm was on you.

very, very carefully, you started to inch away. but the moment you moved, karasu let out a sleepy, half-awake groan and tightened his hold on you.

nope. absolutely not.

“karasu,” you hissed.

nothing.

you poked his side. “karasu, wake up.”

he let out a sleepy grumble, eyes barely opening. his grip didn’t loosen. if anything, he seemed comfortable.

your eye twitched. “get your arm off me.”

karasu blinked a few times, clearly still groggy. then, as realization dawned, his expression shifted. he glanced down at where his arm was, then back up at you. and then, because of course he had to make this worse—

he smirked. smirked.

“aww, are we cuddling?”

you shoved him. hard. “absolutely not.”

karasu finally let go, laughing as you practically threw yourself to the other side of the bed. “relax, it’s not a big deal.”

“not a big deal? you were clinging to me!”

he stretched lazily, completely unfazed. “i was asleep. can’t control what happens.”

“well, control it next time,” you snapped, grabbing your pillow and chucking it at him before scrambling out of bed. “i’m getting ready. don’t talk to me.”

karasu just laughed as you stormed into the bathroom, absolutely done with everything.

—

breakfast was painfully awkward. at least for you.

karasu? completely normal. he sat across from you at the table, scrolling through his phone like he hadn’t just invaded your personal space all night. you were still fuming about it when a familiar voice called your name.

“hey, there you are.”

you turned to see reo approaching, tray in hand, flashing you an easy smile.

“mind if i sit?” he asked.

“oh—uh, yeah, of course.”

reo took the seat next to you, and almost immediately, he started chatting. he asked how you were feeling about the next round, what you thought of yesterday’s competition, even joked about how intimidating some of the teams looked. he was easy to talk to—relaxed, confident, the kind of person who could make a conversation flow effortlessly.

but while you were focused on reo, you weren’t focused on the way karasu had gone completely silent.

he hadn’t looked at his phone in minutes. hadn’t even made one of his usual snarky comments.

he was just watching. expression unreadable, jaw tight, eyes flicking between you and reo.

not that you noticed. but if you had, you might’ve realized that karasu tabito?

he definitely wasn’t amused.

chapter 03 𐃘 chapter 04 𐃘 chapter 05

series MASTERLIST

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[jeizet]

OH Forgot to tag those Himes in the upper corner!

Top right corner it's Mary Poppins Hime

And Top left corner it's a concept I'm working on, Fraction Orihime.

Her story is still a big draft but basically:

During the fight in Hueco mundo between Ichigo and Ulquiorra (the one where Loly and Malory are hurting Hime), Ulquiorra gets tired of Ichigo trying to run off to save Hime, so he goes to Orihime, grabs her and makes her eat one of the boxes that Grimmjow used to trap him.

She is teleported to the middle of nowhere inside of Hueco Mundo, so far away the gang can't feel her.

She starts wandering but after some days she gets starvingly hungry and with nothing else to eat but hollows she had to do it

Eating hollows makes stronger the hollow energy she has as a full bringer to the point she becomes a hollow, with a whole on her stomach like Grimmjow.

Talking about Grimmjow he is the one that finds her! He tries to bully her but the broken and alone Orihime just hugs him and cries on his chest.

Grimmjow tells her he can open a garganta for her to take her to the human world but he still doesn't have enough energy, so Orihime starts healing his spiritual energy and they bond a little.

They go hunting together and actually kind of enjoy it, and he jokes around about how since she is now a hollow and has a hole in the same place as him, she is now hi fraction, and she is actually very happy about it, she feels part of something, less alone and with a clear guide now.

Orihime insists she wants to learn to open gargantas by herself and he teaches her.

The first time she opens a garganta, she goes to the human world, with Grimmjow as protection. She learns that she is now invisible since she is now a hollow, that she was lost and trapped for a nearly a year, and since everything is alright in the human world, that they won the war.

She visits the school since she guesses Tatsuki will be able to see her and indeed she does. Tatsuki sees her through the window and calls for Ichigo, Uryuu, Chad, Keigo and Mizuiro.

She learns that the gang goes every weekend to hueco mundo to search for her, but her presence changed so much now they were never going to actually find her.

They are thrilled to know she is alive until they realize... Ichigo can't see her. He lost his powers and since now she is a hollow they can't see eachother.

Orihime guesses that since she can interact with objects they can become penpals maybe.

They become penpals until Ichigo gets his powers back.

I can't decide if I want this AU to be Ichihime or Grimmhime... maybe Grimmichihime since no one can stop me hehehehe

Orihime Rikka outfits! + Silly Ichihime extra

I've started watching Shugo Chara, crating this was my Canon event. I have no self-control. I was unable to draw ANYTHING unless I finished this shit.

This is the post, just a bunch of Hime Designs

Concepts:

Shun-no: nurse??.

Ayame: wife kind of outfit.

Lily: superhero.

Hinagiku: Superspy, that is an alien, so doesn't know how to dress.

Baigon: samurai??

Tsubaki: assassin

[wlwsoccerfics]

Just a little Crush(Feli RauchXReader)

A/N: Short but sweet.

Summary: you are the German National Teams photographer and Feli has a crush on you.

You stood on the pitch, taking pictures of the team joking around with one another while they were waiting for practice to start. Feli was talking to Giulia. Well she was trying to. You had just given her a wave with your free Hand, the camera was in the other one. And all of sudden Feli forgot how to talk. you heard Giulia tease her about this.

"you are down bad, Feli!" She spoke up. Feli looked at Giulia and blushed.

"shh, what If she hears you?! she doesn't need to know about my crush on her. I don't want to embarrass myself in front of her!" You heard Feli reply. You did have to admit you had a crush on her as well. But she didn't know that. Maybe it was time to tease her a bit before asking her out on a date.

So you walked past her and winked which resulted in her staring at you with her mouth open.

"Catch Feelings, not flies!" Laura said as she walked over to her.

"she winked at me." Feli told Giulia and Laura.

"who did?" Klara asked.

"y/n." Laura answered with an amused smile. Klara grinned softly.

"Feli when will you ask her out?" She wanted to know.

"you like her for a while now! Tell her before Camp is over!" Laura said.

"uh..." Was all they got from Feli.

You currently moved over to Lea and Linda warming Up. Taking some pictures of them. You noticed that even though the Training had started, Feli still managed to look over to you ever now and then. But she thought she was subtle about it. Which wasn't the case at all. Whenever you would Cross Path with her on the pitch you would wink at her or causally flip your hair a bit. Little things like that that absolutely made her lose Focus every now and then. Her teammates didn't stop teasing her. They found the entire thing hilarious. So did you!

When it was time for a water break you also took pictures. And 'accidentally' brushed your hand against hers, when you walked past her. Which made her blush.

"oh i am sorry, Felicitas!" You said gently and then continued to take more pictures.

"it's quite alright!" She told you, trying hard to keep her breathing at a normal pace.

You continued to take lots of pictures, back at the hotel you took some pictures of the team playing FC 25 table Tennis and doing other fun activities.

Feli stood up after she was done with playing FC 25, she went to grab her drink from a table.

"hey Felicitas!" You whispered into her ear, standing next to her. "I happen to know that you have a thing for me. Don't deny it i heard all the teasing." You told her and she blushed softly.

"i am....yeah." she replied.

"don't worry it's mutual! So let's go on a date?" You suggested. Which she happily agreed to. She was surprised but then smiled.

"i would love to." She replied. You moved closer and touched her hand gently. So she gently intertwined your fingers. Neither of you caring if the Team saw. But they didn't even noticed when you walked out to go on a walk and they totally didn't saw the kiss. But with both of you gone they sure had an idea of what had happened. Finally!

[louilies]

All that talkin’ on the net, I’m the one that got him pressed.

rapper!reader x cheater!chris (one time only tho) but pt2?

You find out through the internet first.

Not through Chris. Not through a friend. But through some random girl’s Instagram story, where she’s flexing a bracelet that looks a little too familiar—because you fucking bought it. For him.

And just like that, everything clicks.

The late replies. The half-assed excuses. The way he always had his phone facedown when he was with you, always acting like he was so damn busy but still had time to be outside with every girl but you.

You scroll through the comments under her post, and it’s like the whole world already knows. Like they’re all in on the joke, and you’re the only one who didn’t get the punchline.

“LMAO ain’t that Y/N’s man?”

“Guess not anymore.”

“Oh, she’s bold as fuck for this.”

Yeah. She is. And now? You’re pissed.

And when you’re pissed? You make sure everybody knows it.

—

Chris doesn’t even get the chance to explain when you pull up.

He barely gets a word out before you’re already going off. “You’re fucking with her?” You laugh, shaking your head. “That’s embarrassing. Not for me, though.”

"Y/N—”

“Nah, don’t ‘Y/N’ me,” you cut him off. "You must’ve lost your damn mind if you thought I wasn’t gonna find out."

Chris sighs, dragging a hand down his face. "It’s not what it looks like."

You scoff. "Oh, so she just accidentally posted your bracelet? Just randomly started talking about how ‘fine’ you are and how y’all been ‘kicking it’ for weeks?"

He stays quiet. Because he knows. He knows there’s no talking his way out of this one.

And honestly? You don’t even wanna hear it.

You shake your head, stepping back. "You did me a favor, though." A slow smile creeps onto your lips, but there’s no warmth behind it. Just amusement. "‘Cause now? I get to have fun with this.”

Chris frowns. "What does that mean?"

You don’t answer. You just pull out your phone, open up your notes app, and start typing.

—

The song drops a week later.

And you don’t hold back.

You name-drop. You call her out. You call him out. You talk about the bracelet, the lies, the way he was begging for you back just days ago—while she was out here thinking she won.

And the internet? They eat it up.

Chris is in shambles. His DMs are flooded, his comments are a war zone, and all he can do is sit back and watch as everyone clowns him.

And her?

Oh, she's pissed.

Posting subs, trying to act unbothered, but everybody knows the truth. You got her mad. You got her pressed.

And you? You’re sitting pretty, watching it all unfold, laughing. Because they really thought they could play with you.

But they forgot—

You don’t lose.

You win.

And you make sure they never forget it.

taglist: @ishasturnz

[toffeeflowerrrssss]

ִ ࣪𖤐 — "Full Circle" ︶ ⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶

╰┈➤Chapter One

— An Itoshi Brothers Reincarnation AU x FEM!Reader ᯓ★ Warnings! NONE

· ────── ꒰ঌ·✦·໒꒱ ────── ·

I took some time to calm myself and process the situation I was in.

It seems that I have been reincarnated.

Hah.

Is this some sick joke?

Tell me it is...

When i thought i could finally rest myself...

But it could also be a second chance

But what if it all happens again

No

NO

NO! I won't let it happen!

But—

I was cut off when the front door suddenly swung open, revealing 2 adults, probably in their mid-20s?

"DARLING ARE YOU OK?!" The man shouted as he ran to the side of where I was sat.

He reached out and shook my shoulders back and forth but stopped when the woman smacked the back oh his head

"She wont be if you keep shaking her!" She scolded, making the man sulk.

She sighed at him before redirecting her gaze to me.

"Don't mind your father sweetie" She chuckled patting my head.

"I was just worried when my precious daughter suddenly fainted on the street!" He whined.

As the couple argued, I could only chuckle at the sight, who wouldn't? Seeing a woman scold muscly man who was sitting on the ground sulking was breaking the stereotype, plus it's entertaining!

They took notice of my laughter and smiled softly.

"Well, at least she's okay now..." My 'Father' laughed before hugging me tightly, 'Kuhh!!' His body is no joke! He was holding me so tightly to the point that I could hardly breathe.

But of course my 'Mother' saw this and sighed before scolding her husband.

Huh...

This is so new to me, the warm feeling, the laughter, the smiles, the whole atmosphere.

It's so refreshing...

It's been a few months ever since I got reincarnated in this world, and I figured out I was in "My father sold me to the emperor thinking I would die, but I gained his affection instead", the otome game I always played back in my world.

Just by hearing the name of this kingdom, "Verrouillage", only then did I figure out where I was.

At first, I was ecstatic to meet the people whom I had always idolized and held dearly. It was such an opportunity! But it all got crushed when I learned that my status was only that of a mere commoner.

Instead I chose to give life another shot, such as making a friend.

He's quite peculiar, before I befriended him he would always be in their house lazing around. Fortunately, one day his mother forced him to go outside and play with other kids.

But all he did was go to the forest and lay under the sunlight, I couldn't help myself so I tried befriending him.

It has been at least 3 months since. I've only imagined he was a lazy bum with no skills, but to my surprise—he was good at everything we did!

Painting, drawing, stitching (he only did half then fell asleep), soccer, EVEN PLAYING A SIMPLE GAME OF TAG! It was frustrating yet impressive at the same time.

Currently, we were having a contest: whoever skips the rock further the river would win. Pretty simple.

Nagi took a deformed pebble from the ground near where I sat. I only scoffed. He clearly doesn't know how to pick a good pebble for skipping.

As I was lost in thought, I heard him call out my name.

"Y/n it skipped 8 times..." He mumbled lazily whilst pointing at the lake to where the pebble sank. I forgot to mention that the person I reincarnated as, fortunately, has the same name as me

I know I shouldn't be surprised, but come on! He was just a scrawny 9-year-old kid who only knew how to laze about all his life!

I only scoffed, losing another time to him. Nagi then sat beside me before laying his head on my lap. I didn't move nor react, and neither did he. After a few seconds, he grumbled before reaching my hand and laying it on top of his head.

I just sighed weakly before giving in and started caressing his hair with my fingers gently.

Whenever I would lose to him (all the time), my consequence was to pat his head till he fell asleep; it was like a tradition now.

"How do you manage to lose all the time...?" he asked, sounding so genuine it irritated me. "Whatever," I mumbled, can't believe a kid could irritate me this much. Well, as if I wasn't a kid myself physically.

I could hear his little chuckle. This child expressed little to no emotion, so I couldn't help but smile softly.

As me and Nagi were relaxing by the river, I heard a faint rustle among the bushes behind us, catching me off guard.

I looked at where i heard the sound—

rustle

rustle

Nagi noticed my still hand which just laid on top of his head for quite a while now, which caused him to open his eyes and look for my gaze that was averted from him

"Boo...?" Nagi called out, which snapped me back to reality. "Oh— yeah?" I tripped over my words, flinching as he suddenly called me out.

"Why did you stop..." he frowned motioning my hand, I only scoffed in false annoyance before continuing to pat his head, making him slightly grin in satisfaction

"I just heard the bush rustle earlier, nothing special," I explained, to which he only hummed, seemingly uninterested in my words, which only made me pinch his cheek out of annoyance and cuteness aggression.

It was true; I did hear the bush shake its leaves just a few minutes ago, but I left out the fact that I saw a purple-haired boy peeking his head from it.

HELL YEAH FINALLY RELEASING OUR 1 CHAPTER

NAGI CONTENT (and semi reo content) YAYAYAY

kinda just filler for now lolz

what do we feel about the nickname?

me and @kxniiiii are still kinda 50/50 with it though lol, TELL US YOUR RECOMMENDATIONS FOR A NEW ONE IF YALL WANT

[futuristicanoe]

near-life experiences

it's just the way it changes, like the shoreline and the sea

MALE reader. sub al <3 feelings ; sex ; issues ; tears [ implied unhealthy lifestyles + alcohol is mentioned ]

Going to a party with Alex usually meant standing by his side and observing other people, since you were not much of a party animal. Neither was he, yet he would still find a way to vanish into thin air suddenly if you forgot to keep him close. Uncomfortably close.

This was one of those rare occasions when you two hadn't arrived at the party together, and your first time seeing him after a couple of months of separation was not planned, or even expected. You spent the entire night studying him from afar.

You noticed how he wasn't drinking a lot. Perhaps because he planned on having something worse than a glass of tequila the next day, so he was balancing it out, but you felt warmth spreading through your chest as one of his – friends? – called out your name, and you saw heat creeping into Alex's face when someone joked about you ogling him from across the room.

"Just making sure he isn't getting into any trouble, that's all," you joked back dryly, since that's what you were supposed to do, for some reason. And because you had missed seeing Alex's face break into a smile.

You loved how his eyes would crinkle when he smiled or moved his mouth around a guttural phrase in one of his songs, and it hit you later on, when he stared up at you, eyes half-lidded and brimming with tears as your fingers held his tongue down, only then did the word come to you.

Pretty.

Not that you had never thought of him as a good-looking man before, far from it, but as he knelt at your feet, pushed his flushed face up against your calf, silently begging you to tug on his greasy hair, you realised just how precious moments like this were, and how often you'd find yourself nostalgic because of them.

His deep, growly voice reduced to soft whimpers, pathetic little huffs as you scraped your blunt nails down his hips. Slick and filthy, all over from hair pomade, sweat, the sloppy kisses you pressed just below his ribs and into his inner thighs. His stomach, supple and thick right where the hem of his boxers peeked out of his jeans.

He was divine. Simple as that.

Pretty, pretty.

Now, where did that word come from?

In the middle of that tasteless party, a girl had come up next to you, leaning against your shoulder and smiling as she followed the line of your nearly unfocused gaze.

"Your friend's really pretty," she said, pointing her nose up at Alex, who seemed lost in an awkward conversation with someone you couldn't even recognise.

Feeling her fingers softly curling in the hem of your jacket sleeve, seeing she had an unlit cigarette balanced perfectly between her lips – already stained cherry pink with her lipstick. It came naturally to ignore the strange feeling her small comment had given you. You simply pulled a Zippo out of your pocket.

But it never left your mind. When you and Alex left the party, somehow still together and respectively sober — you brought it up. Curious.

"Some girl at the party said you're pretty."

He put on his signature grin, a makeshift form of mischief gleaming in his eyes like a promise. "You sound surprised."

You scoffed. "I don't think she recognised you, Al."

His expression flickered back to an unreadable one. "What'd you say to her?"

"Not much, till she asked something else, and then I just said you weren't looking for anything. She was nice about it, though. Nice overall."

Alex regretted being sober. "Lying to strangers 'cause of me, I see."

"There was nothing else to do," you said, before laughing to hopefully ease up the tension. "You've got some boring friends, mate. I don't know why I keep... going back."

Alex hummed, slowing his steps. His gaze travelled around the sky, and the moon reflected in his eyes was almost there — burrowing beneath his eyelashes, hiding. Then he smiled again, like that yellowish little circle hanging high and dry above you two actually gave him an idea.

"What'd you want to say, then?"

"What?" You slowed your steps, too.

"If you hadn't been one of my boring friends, what would you've said to her?"

That was it. Time stopped, replacing the future with something plunged right out of your late-night mirages.

The second you got in Alex's bedroom, nothing seemed to matter. Time bent and coiled like reed stems in your hands. He found himself perched on your lap and pushing you back, too proud for his own good, so you nudged him playfully until he toppled over. Falling from your lap, where he had been hoping to keep circling his hips. He stifled a complaint when he realised he had hit his forehead against something solid, – your elbow? – and you scrambled to grab a hold of his waist.

"Baby?"

You tucked his mussy hair behind his ears. Smiling at the sideburns. His eyes fluttered open. Wide, hungry, unforgiving. Stubborn tears threatened to spill down his cheeks.

Something tightened deep inside your stomach at the sight. The rawness of it irresistible and nearly suffocating. And not even then did that word come to you, since all you had the chance to do was to stare at his pouty face a moment longer before he lunged at you.

His futile attempts at pretending to be angry with you died down soon enough because you weren't playing along. No, you kept doing what he feared the most. You unbuttoned his shirt and pressed tender little kisses into his collarbones. All smooth skin and divots only deepening as his shoulders curled inwards, the unfamiliar— nostalgic sensation of your breath tickling his chest had him lightheaded.

Long gone was that dirty look he had earlier, and as you rubbed your thumb over the darkening circle under his eye, you saw it all.

"Oh, c'mon, love. You're fucking me up. What'd you have to look so goddamn innocent for?"

Alex narrowed his eyes at that, like he was going to get defensive. "'m not innocent. Just not used to it."

"To what?"

He huffed. "Don't act like you've got a name for whatever this is."

You grabbed both of his wrists. Pushed them together and held him close, just like that. Uncomfortably close.

"I've got a name for everything, and I don't think you'd like hearing about it," you said. Alex frowned. "God, I forgot how stubborn you get when nobody's been fucking you properly in a while."

He tested if your grip around his wrists was strong enough.

"D'ya have a name for me too, Mr—?"

You shut him up this time. Kissed him until he started pawing at your shoulders, like he had any right to be the one expecting more, begging for attention. Like he wouldn't easily go cold turkey on you and disappear the next morning. He had done that before. Left you with nothing more than a couple of bite marks and a strange little Zippo lighter. It was empty, too.

Pretty, pretty, pretty.

He shut his eyes tightly as you coaxed him onto his stomach, turning into putty in your hands when you pressed down on the prominent line of his spine, whispering a soft, "Can you arch better for me, love?" And if he had been doing a good job of keeping his emotions at bay all night, he couldn't do it anymore after you brushed your knuckles against the short hair on the back of his neck, and told him just how good he was for letting you do this again. Whatever this was. Frisson ran through his entire body, nearly touching his heart, too. Now, that would have been too much, even for him.

With the position Alex was in — hips lifted and face down, — he easily muffled his noises, no doubt drooling on his pillow a bit indecently and acting too much like a messy little thing. You marvelled at the soft curve of his waist, at how effortlessly your hand slid down his back. Your touches were gentle to keep him pliant, but firm enough to have him gasping sharply, twisting his head to the side to look at you over his shoulder.

You didn't pull away or pause your movements after he had come all over his tummy. Even given you a drawn-out whine and one of those adorable keens. You just pressed your mouth against his temple, breathing him in.

You gently helped him turn onto his back. Desperately needing to see his face more than you had ever needed anything in your life. His bitten lips, sticky eyelashes, cheeks shiny and rosy from sobbing a bit too hard.

The colour, or rather the soft glow of relief, looked almost angelic on him. You leaned in closer, asking quietly, "feeling alright, baby?"

Alex nodded, a small grin tugging on his lips as he saw you staring at him, all awestruck and worried. Stupid, he thought, then nodded once more for good measure. The way he looked almost shy again was doing something horrible to you. It wasn't just Alex and his unpredictability. You could barely recognise yourself.

"Yeah," you said, burying your face in his neck for a brief moment. "That's just what you do, then, hmm? But I knew that already."

He smiled. Toothy and sheepish.

"No idea what you're talking about."

You smoothed his petulant frown over with your thumb and wiped his tears away, too. There wasn't much left, most of it had dried already, leaving nearly invisible tracks on his cheeks and a telltale pink colour in his eyes. "Of course," you said, playing along this time. "I don't mind. I've got you."

Alex sighed in response, letting his fingers touch your chin. He wanted to touch you again, but didn't know how. The frenzy was over. In fact, his bones were aching, and he was starting to dread the filthiness surrounding him. It had reached something deep inside him, something that wasn't even meant to be acknowledged, let alone loved. He tapped your chin.

"You don't mind now. But you will," he said.

"I won't."

"You can't know that."

"And you can?"

"Yes," he grinned. "I can do everything, really..."

"Can you do something for me then, sweetheart?"

Almost hesitantly, he nodded.

"Don't let me miss you like this again, because if you do, I won't go about it the long way. I'll just tell 'em you're even prettier with tears framing that little snarl—"

"No, you won't."

"You can't know that," you said, sitting back.

"Well, I know you."

"Then act like it, baby."

Alex went actually quiet. He heard you whisper something about running him a bath. Jokingly promising to carry him if his bones were truly aching that badly — God, did he say that out loud? — But it wasn't really a joke when you asked if he still wanted the chocolate muffins he wouldn't shut up about during the ride home, and all he gave you was a sleepy nod.

He moved back onto his belly, not caring about the filth anymore. Giddy. Pleasantly turbid happiness scratching him like a lungful of daffodils. Blinking slowly. Already missing the solace he knew he'd find in the warm feeling of your weight pinning him down. He shivered.

A/N: the caption is from Hey, That’s No Way to Say Goodbye by Leonard Cohen. <333 tried writing masc reader since everybody (goblin) seemed to want that ... let's hope it's not bad. Mwah.

[yall-batman-fanfic]

Superhero Playdate | Bruce Wayne/Batman x OC!Magician ft Batsis with JLA

Synopsis: After the events of the Return of Hush, the Waynes are slowly going back to their normal lives---that is if there will ever be normal again. With Vivian still in recovery and Valerie seeing a therapist to talk about what she experienced, Bruce has his hands full, and sometimes he can't help but bring some of his “work” meetings at home.

“Raise your hand if you've ever been upstairs of the Batcave,” Hal called out as they entered through the back entrance of the cave where Batman told them before.

The Justice League meeting was supposed to be held that day, at the Watchtower, but for some reason Batman sent everyone a message about having the meeting at his home instead. Not the Batcave. His actual home. The one where Bruce Wayne shares with his entire family. When they all saw the message, Barry and Hal made a double take and asked Superman and Wonder Woman if they have the same email. They even joked that Bruce sent them the wrong email by mistake, but then Superman and Wonder Woman said.

“Tell me, when has Batman ever made a simple mistake like sending the wrong email?” said Superman.

The answer: never.

“There's also a good reason for it too. I'm sure you heard about the latest threat that Batman had to face, one that involved the kidnapping of his wife and child?” Superman added.

Right. They totally forgot.

A criminal named Hush kidnapped Valerie from her school. The man had Bruce Wayne's face, whe Valerie realized something was wrong it was too late, Hush had drugged her and took her without complications. Then there was Vivian, she too was taken from campus--her place of work--and Hush kept her hostage by taking her heart and hiding it somewhere in Gotham. Batman fought the man, beating him brutally that Arkham Asylum had to put him in a body cast. Then there were Hush’s hands. Hush was a surgeon, and Batman crushed the man's hands so that he will never be able to hold a scalpel ever again. 

Now, here they were. The JLA landed their jet in the cave where they were met by Robin and Nightwing, who were busy on a case and only said hi to them, then  Alfred downstairs and were being led upstairs, stepping out of a clock, and were led to the sitting room where they saw Vivian sitting on a wheelchair while reading a book with Echo on her lap, and Ace, Titus and Alfred the cat by her feet. 

Then there was a gargoyle there too. 

They decided not to ask about why a gargoyle was inside the house when they remembered that Valerie was gifted one by her Endless grandfather.

“Vivian!” Diana approached her first. “How are you?”

“Fine,” Vivian welcomed the light hug, and then did the same with Clark.

“How's the heart?” Flash asked.

“It doesn't seem to have any problems. You're healing fast too,” said Clark after using his x-ray vision to see. “Can't you heal it instantly?”

“It takes a toll on my body. When I use my magic, I tend to heat up. So Bruce only lets me heal it magically for a certain amount of time and when he's around. But to be honest, I think the whole wheelchair is a bit overkill. But my boys and girls are mother hens and won't let me lift a finger.”

“And with good reason!” Alfred entered the room with the trolley of a pot of tea, cups, Vivian's dinner, and her medine. They rarely use that but Alfred had to bring it out recently as Vivian can't use her magic to have everything float around. “You have been through more than enough, in face you should be in bed! Your dinner, Ms. Vivian.”

“Thank you, Alfred. But come on, Alfred, I'm going to get bedsores if I do that!” said Vivian.

“Alfred's right, Viv. Take the time to heal. Get yourself back on your feet and then you can go back to how things are,” said Clark. He was surprised when he found himself sipping from a cup of tea. All of them were.

When did Alfred hand that over to them?

“Where is Val anyway?” asked Barry.

“Therapy,” Vivian answered. “Bruce takes her right after school and waits for her there.”

“How is she?” Hal asked.

“She acts like she's fine, but there are nights when she's afraid to sleep alone… Bruce said she started wetting the bed again too,” a sigh. “What Elliot did to her…”

“She's strong,” Diana held her hands reassuringly. “Valerie Pryor-Wayne is a strong girl, she will overcome this and face whatever demon haunts her.”

Vivian chuckled. “Oh, she can handle demons. I swear, I saw her trapping one in her room and then showed it to me like a trophy. She even asked if she could keep it as a pet.”

“When does the Bats come back?” Hal sat on the couch.

“Any time now. I'm really sorry about this, I know how important these meetings are for you all.”

“It's no problem,” said Barry. “We'd love to help in anyway we can.”

Right on time, they heard the sound of Valerie's voice as she entered the house, following her voice was Bruce's who entertained his daughter's many questions.

“Jason will fix your bed later,” Bruce told her as they came close.

“I'm really, really sorry, Dad,” Valerie pouted.

“It's okay,” Bruce patted her head. “We'll get through with this, Val. Just one step at a time--you're early.” He finally saw the Justice League.

“Well, we want to get out of your hair early,” said Hal.

“There's a reason why I said that time,” Bruce stated.

“You're Wonder Woman!” Valerie said in awe.

Diana knelt before her and said, “I am. It is a pleasure to meet you, Valerie Pryor-Wayne. You are a strong girl.”

Reaching inside her bag, Valerie brought out her notebook and said, “May I have your autograph? I wanna show it to everyone at school! Wonder Woman was in my house!”

“Why not a picture?” Flash suggested. He disappeared for a moment and reappeared in less than a minute with a polaroid camera. “Come on you two!” He took the photo and handed the polaroid to Valerie to see, then Diana signed it at the bottom.

“Thank you!” Valerie grinned.

“Okay, you guys go ahead with your meeting. I can handle everything,” said Vivian, she was about to call for her daughter and tell her that they’ll head up but Bruce stopped her.

“Viv.”

“Bruce.”

“Momma!” Valerie ran up to her mother and kissed her cheek. “I made this for you,” she showed the card.

“Thank you, Val,” Vivian brushed her daughter's hair. “Let's go upstairs and let Dada have his meeting.”

Hal snickered and whispered to Barry, “Dada.”

“Jason will be here any minute now,” Bruce went to take Vivian's chair and push her out of the room. “I'll just set Vivian down in bed then I'll get back. Valerie, wait for Jason then you both can head to your room.”

“Okay! See you later, Momma!”

“Once Jason is done with helping you in your room, don't forget your homework!” Vivian called out as she and Bruce disappeared down the hall.

 Alone in the room with superheroes, Valerie went straight to Alfred's trolley where she took one of the apples there and went to the gargoyle. “Greg!”

The gargoyle woke from its static state and was nuzzled in Valerie's hug. When the girl offered the apple, Greg happily ate it. Ace barked and called Valerie's attention to the carpet where he and Titus dragged her little basket of toys. Once she was sitting down on the carpet, Ace went to set the little table that she would always use for her playtime by placing the cups on the table, the plates, all done by using his mouth and with precision. Alfred the cat went to sit on the carpet beside Valerie, bringing with him Echo, and Titus joined them in the circle. Everyone lined up for the tea party. Then the last piece, Ace reached into Valerie's bag and pulled out her old Bat-Plush and set it beside the girl before the dog took his seat across from her. 

But he wasn't done.

Ace barked and Greg the Gargoyle walked from his place at the corner and sat in the circle too. All of them ready for a playdate with Valerie.

“I think Batman trained his pets to babysit,” Hal thought out loud as they watched Valerie follow Ace's lead and sit on the carpet where the dogs placed her doll and other toys to keep her company. 

Wonder Woman joined Valerie and sat beside her. “What are you playing, Valerie?”

“Batman beating the bad guys,” Valerie muttered. “Momma got me this so when I'm alone I wouldn't be afraid! Because Batman is there!"

“Are you afraid when you're alone?” Superman sat along the circle of pets.

Valerie pouted. “Sometimes…”

“Val…”

“They never come when Momma's around, but then even she's here they come and they scare me in my room…”

“You mean the monsters under the bed?” Hal joined the little tea party and accepted the offer of an empty cup from Ace.

Valerie nodded. “I can see things.”

“What kind of things?” Barry asked, though he had a feeling of what.

“I see dead people… and monsters. But they never come when Momma's around because they're scared of her but now it's not just monsters that come. The monsters that aren't afraid of Momma.”

The criminals of Gotham. 

Batman's enemies--like Hush.

Moving past the upsetting story, Barry tried to ask her about school and what she did there. Valerie told them of their lessons, their recess, how she and Bunny played in the grounds, and the new security system placed for guardians and parents to pick them up. 

“Ever heard of dolls, kid? All I see here are action figures and tools--oh, look! There's two dolls here.” Asked Hal.

“Why don't we play with your toys?” Superman offered and showed her the Superman figurine that was in her basket.

“Grandpa and I would always have a tea party and he would show me how to make tea and how to drink it!”

“There are ways of drinking tea? I thought we'd just drink it,” Barry sighed.

“It's really easy! I'll show it to you!” 

~ * ~

It took a little while but Bruce finally finished setting up Vivian in bed and made sure she was comfortable for the night. Coming down the stairs, wearing his Batsuit, Bruce saw Jason standing by the sitting room entrance, he was about to call for him when he noticed how Jason looked amused at something he was watching.

“What's wrong?” Batman asked him.

“They're playing house,” Jason nodded at the direction of Valerie's tea party. “And Val taught them how to drink tea.”

It was a funny sight to see. The Justice League sitting on the floor with plastic tea cups, their house pets, and toys in their hands while they played with a little girl. Barry was holding his own figurine and Green Lantern's, Superman had his own and Wonder Woman's, then Hal was, disappointingly, holding a Batman figurine while they all watched as Wonder Woman attempt to play house with two of Valerie's dolls. 

“I'm Ken, I am home from the masculine world of work. Wife, feed me while I ogle your bulbous femininity, display for me your subservience, for I am the man!” Wonder Woman said in a deep voice, imitating a man.

The other men of the Justice League were either left snickering or just quiet due to shock. Valerie looked confused with what she said and turned to Superman to ask: “What?”

“I think Wonder Woman isn't good at playing house,” Jason muttered.

“What's bulb… bulblouse…” Valerie attempted to say but found the world hard to pronounce. Turning around, she tried to find someone who could help her out--usually her Mom or Dad would, or Grandpa, but they weren't there. Instead, there was Batman and Jason standing the doorway.

“Jason!” Valerie ran towards him, and Jason lifted her off the ground and hugs her tight.

“I missed you!” Valerie told him.

“You saw me yesterday, baby bird,” said Jason.

“But you left early. Stay for dinner?” 

“Fine. I'll stay.”

“Did you have fun playing with the Justice League?” Batman asked her, smiling.

The other members of the League found it odd that Batman was smiling. Bruce Wayne, sure. But Batman?

“I did,” then she leaned forward and asked him in a whisper. “What did Wonder Woman say about?”

“We'll talk about it later. Let Jason help you clean up your toys then you can both head to your room. I just have to meet with the Justice League.”

“Okay! Dada?”

“Yes, Val?"

“Do you talk to Momma like that?” She pointed at the direction of Wonder Woman holding the dolls.

“No. I don't,” he said plainly. “And no one should. Your Mom and I are partners. We do everything together.”

“Even when you're tired from work?”

“Even then.”

“Good,” Valerie sighed. “Are all boys like that?”

Batman thought for a moment, debating if he should consider…

“No, no they're not,” Superman spoke as he threw some of the toys in the basket. “There are boys who are really nice.” He then approached Batman and said to him, “Nice try.”

Batman hummed in disappointment.

“Okay, birdie, let's clean this up and we'll fix your bed. Then…” Jason set her down.

“Homework,” Valerie finished.

“Good. I got it from here, Bruce. Go and have your tea party in the Cave.”

“Thank you, Jason.”

“Bye, Dada!” Valerie waved goodbye. “Bye everyone!”

~ * ~

Walking down the stairs to the Batcave, Hal asked: “Do you play house, Spooky?”

“On occasion,” Batman replied. “Val prefers to tinker with me when I fix something in the house.”

“Oh, you don’t hire someone to do it?”

Batman turned to him. “No. And at this age, she can fix the TV.”

“Then why the tea party?” Barry asked. “And the dolls.”

“Gifts from her godmother. Zatanna literally pulled it out of a magical hat when she gave it to her. And she and Alfred likes to play house.”

“And the dolls?”

“Those were actually voodoo dolls from Papa Midnite.”

They all paused in their step. 

“Do they work?” Superman asked.

“According to the immortal occultist. Yes,” Batman answered.

“I think we just made some poor-guy's night interesting,” Hal stated.

“We still don't know who though,” Batman stated. “And thank you for entertaining her while I set Vivian in bed.”

“No problem,” Wonder Woman smiled. “She was a delight. Very accommodating.”

“She eve taught us how to make tea and how to drink it,” Barry snickered.

“If you need help in babysitting her, Jon and I could fly over and give a hand. I'm sure Lois would like that too,” Superman offered.

“I'll think about it.”

Besides, just as they reached the main deck of the Cave, they saw the full house of Robins going on with their business. Wayne Manor is huge, but Bruce wasn't sure if it could handle more supers than it already does.

[imagine-papyrus]

imagine papyrus comes out as pansexual and sans calls him panpyrus

"NEVERMIND I'M STRAIGHT AGAIN!!"

"congrats bro."

"THANK YOU!! BUT ALSO DOUBLE NEVERMIND BECAUSE I'M PAN!!"

"nice t' meetcha pan."

"SANS!!"

"nah i'm ace"

"WELL CONGRATULATIONS ON FINDING OUT THINGS ABOUT YOURSELF ACE!!"

"you too pan."

[robinson-graves]

"Anyway, you say you're too busy saving everybody else to save yourself And you don't want no help, oh well" That's the story to tell.

[panharmonium]

funniest and most heartwarming thing i rediscovered on my rewatch is when karin roasts sakura about poisoning naruto and then kakashi, who loves all of his kids very much and understands their behavior and isn’t upset with them about their choices but has also been under ABSURD amounts of stress for all of season 10, just bursts out laughing ❤️

[24-05txt]

Little teaser for my entry in the @soapjournalzine 💪 text in alt!

[cconfusedkat]

Never underestimate the sheer power.... of a single kiss .....

And clearly Shamura underestimated their partner ,, theyre like a sad dog waiting for their spouse to come home </3

[feelo-fick]

Headcanon: Chilchuck and his Bad Takes on Literature

i think chilchuck would be like my mom in the sense that he wouldnt like sad stories. dont get me wrong, cautionary tales? absolutely fine. they serve a purpose to him which is to tell people "dont be an idiot and do this or else something bad will happen"

generally sad or angsty stories though? no point to him, and in his perspective its really confusing how people just read things that make them sad. like whats the use of reading something if its just gonna make you sad. whats the lesson? its not even real so it doesnt help anyone.

whats the point in making yourself cry when you could just avoid that entirely by not reading it at all?

but the one of the biggest reasons why sad stories exist is to let you release all the built up grief in you. to send you something to let out all your emotions in a healthy way. catharsis. empathy.

even when i dont relate to the tragic experiences in some stories, several ones ive read have lead me to realize that im in a bad situation or that im following in the footsteps of the character suffering. its like a wake up call.

and making yourself cry isnt inherently a bad thing. if crying allows you to let go of building pressure and tension in you then thats good!

but chil wouldnt see that. of course he wouldnt, hes avoidant of most situations that would allow him to release emotion, and fearful of letting his mature (read: repressed) persona slip.

hes someone that runs away to quick comforts and distractions at the earliest sign of issue. hes already been in too many horrifying situations, dealing with another is a pain. and he knows denying everything and refusing to look at the situation doesnt help, but it definitely provides a quick and easy happiness in the comfort of ignorance.

because of this, reading something made to make one empathize with and confront these bad emotions is defeating the point of his cowering. if he faces his issues, even if only through the perspective of a story, he'd have to deal with acknowledging that things are bad and need fixing, and he'd feel terrible and guilty in the moment - which of course is the worst thing that could happen to a person (his thought, not mine).

which is why i find the concept of him being/becoming a tragedy himself at the same time as this headcanon soooo interesting. imagine the irony of him bashing on the protagonists of tragic stories for acting on emotion and impulse rather than logic, when he himself has fallen victim to irrational thinking while in grief.

cause... thats what people do when they grieve. they lash out, make bad decisions, ruin themselves, ruin others.

for a tragedy to be prevented, the protagonists would have to change fundamental parts of themselves, and act perfectly rational when under extreme stress. and chilchuck holds himself to these kinds of unrealistic standards because he unwittingly believes he can handle it all.

he cant, obviously. we see it for ourselves in his relationship with his wife. they were doomed from the beginning by chils already-established avoidance and lack of emotional vulnerabiltiy (and whatever else his wife had going on).

this is all just to say that if you told him about orpheus and eurydice, he'd probably be one of those idiots trying to point out the "plot hole" that he couldve "just not looked back" and "just trusted her"

i dont understand. whats the point in reading tragedies? the protagonist is stupid, anyways. why would you take bitter medicine? why subject yourself to that?

i think its just a bad story.

[qcomicsy]

I have the controversial opinion that maybe, just maybe we stop wanting to go after people with pitchforks for getting characters wrong and not reading the comics inviting them to easy and accessible ways of and making our own content with comic accurate representation

people might feel less anxious about starting comics and misinformation won't spread as easily

[shalom-iamcominghome]

Jews in skyrim 👁️👁️