#pls I’m begging you

[delusinaldreamer19]

Quick psa for everyone,

Writing fanfiction for black butler is actually super fun and a great time! You should do it!

More people should do it!

[sefynarose]

[teenmarvel]

more aaross scenes coming when

[k3tchupk1tty]

PLEASEEEEE THATS ALL I ASK FOR IN A MAN

[emki-ko]

> excludes mpreg and related tags

> gets fics with “possible/implied mpreg” in the description instead

[ghost-bxrd]

Prompt:

Brucie Wayne gets into a mild accident in public (read-got hit by a car). And Batman would just walk it off (“it’s barely a bruise”), but Brucie obviously… can’t.

So he has to suffer the ordeal of having civilians call paramedics, getting fussed over, and having-

Having his dead son get into the back of the ambulance with him.

Oh- oh no. He must have hit his head worse than he thought. He thought he was past this…

[rumeras]

I need domestic Sylus like I need air to breathe.

Oh, you’d done it now. You’d worked on his last nerve and it had finally snapped.

You dodge his outstretched hand with a shriek of laughter, ducking behind the couch as you race from the living room and down the hall.

Sylus is hot on your tail, the thumping of his bare feet against the floor after your own has your adrenaline sky rocketing. The thrill of being chased by your usually patient lover has your heart thrumming.

You just had to tease him, didn’t you? Just had to rile him up enough that when you squished his cheeks together with your hand. When you leaned into his space to ghost your lips over his…you saw his restraint snap.

And he flung forward.

“No,” You shriek as he catches you around the waist, laughing as his right forearm flexes against you. He’s reeling you back into his arms when you cry, “Let go!”

His free hand descended on your side, fingers digging into your hips as he tickled you. You gasp out another shriek, wiggling in his grasp. He struggles to keep both of you standing as you kick out your legs.

With a grunt the two of you fall to the floor, his hold on your waist tightens as he takes the fall to his knees and lowers you to the ground safely. But, he doesn’t relent on the assault. You roll onto your back to look up at him through tears, you’re laughing so hard he’s got you crying.

“Mercy! Please, have mercy!” You cry out, stomach hurting from laughing.

“Oh? You want mercy?” He counters, powerful thighs caging your hips as he moves to tickle just under your arms. “You wound me, kitten. Isn’t this what you wanted?”

You wriggle beneath him, hands batting at his strong fingers, fighting against his onslaught. “No! I was teasing you!”

“I’m a patient man,” He drawls out, finally stilling his torture. “But I can only take so much from my beloved before I snap.”

You bite your lip to hold back the giggle that blooms in your chest at his words, hands resting against his thighs. You suck in a deep breath, and watch him.

He looks at you with such love. With such emotion that you see the way the corner of his eyes crinkle as he smiles down at you. Those beautiful eyes that are only soft for you, that only truly see you.

He leans down, watching as your body stills under him, how you tilt your head up just a bit. His breath fans over your cheeks, your eyes fluttering closed…

Then you feel a wet open mouthed kiss being placed on your cheek.

And the shrieking begins anew.

[ye-olde-dumbass]

HOLY SHIT I LOVE THIS SO MUCH

BABA IS KILL

BABA IS MAIM

BABA IS OBLITERATE

[bobbibitybob]

“Umm… sorry do I know you?”

Based off of Dan’s story, ughh I need him to buy this skirt. @danielhowell pls babe you’d look SOOO good

[ariseur]

brain worms about pre-nibelheim sephiroth who has to wake up extra early for his duties at shinra, despite his soft mumbling about it being too early. he’ll rise up from the bed, the sheets lowering in a smooth, velvet pool at his legs — until he catches sight of your hair peeking out under the covers from the other side of the bed. his brows’ll raise a bit, cat-like eyes flickering over your figure before he slowly leans over you to see if your eyes are open; a low sigh escapes him once he realizes they’re not.

his skin, foreign to the new wave of temperature, pebbles at the cool as his feet touch the cold floor. he can feel some of the small tangles in his hair and he cringes, immediately heading straight to the bathroom in need of a brush and some hair oil. but when he walks out — he’ll hold his breath at the sight of your figure that’s shifted positions in your sleep.

(he contemplates army crawling to get to the door considering how small the room is, before scoffing at how ridiculous the idea seems).

so he practically tip-toes through the rest of the room before making his way towards your kitchen, a warm feeling washing over him when he sees the small tupperware you packed filled with the contents of last night’s dinner. the post-it loosely stuck to the lid reads, ‘for seph’, with two small hearts drawn next to it. his lips are threatened to be tugged into a small smile.

he’ll cook you breakfast with a concentrated face, furrowed brows and all as he tries his hardest not to make noise with the pots and pans. while the eggs are on the stove, he’ll slip back into the room to grab his stuff for work; protective measures he wears under his armor, shoes, et cetera et cetera before rushing down to complete the rest of breakfast. before you, he didn’t cook much — the first morning he had woken up with you and you asked him how he liked his eggs, he didn’t know what to say. instead, he asked how you liked yours.

(a soft laugh and a shake of your head before you turned towards him again. “it’s rude to respond to a question with another question, you know.”

sephiroth half-heartedly cocked his head at your answer. his mouth opened to apologize before you ended up speaking before he did with a casual, “i don’t mind scrambled.”)

so you served him scrambled eggs, his favorite (now). to be honest, he hasn’t tried any other type of cooked egg — but in any dish with eggs, he’ll always look to you before asking if you could scramble them, even if the recipe calls for over-easy.

a deft hand grips the spatula firmly as he scrapes all the food into another tupperware, decorating it with some small garnish here and there to make it look extra tasty for you when you when you wake up — but when he’s on his way back to the bedroom and placing the food on your nightstand drawer, his eyes stay glued to you.

his chest softens at the sight; your head resting on the satin pillow with your lips slightly parted. his hand, now leather clad with the rough texture of his gloves, come to swipe away at your baby hairs stuck to your face. lashing fluttering at the sensation, you squirm a bit and sephiroth holds his breath as he silently curses himself. to his relief, you grumble something before turning your head to the opposite side, your hands coming to rest at your stomach.

his head turns curiously as he studies you for a bit, the back of his throat tightening a bit once he swears that he sees you lips upturning in your sleep and a small mumble of something indistinct. a sharp exhale leaves him before he rips his eyes away and they fall back on the food. his hand goes to a nearby shelf where he spots a pack of old sticky notes. brushing off the dust and ripping one off, he grabs a pen off your nightstand before writing your name, slanted cursive decorating the note before he sticks it on the lid.

you stir in your sleep a bit more, your hand coming down to the rest upon the sheets right where sephiroth would be, the lack of body heat making you pout as all you’re left with is the coolness of the blanket. he notices this, and it only makes it harder for him to part with you. even when he was sure that his heart was full to its content, he found a large gap as it slowly formed in the shape of you.

sephiroth looks back at the food — before grabbing the post-it with a sigh and clicking the pen again. he looks back up at you, and then draws a little heart next to your written name.

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[heytherebuds]

Barbara at the start of LOF chapter 17 (by @erinwantstowrite)

[aurora-borealiiss]

OKAY YALL IM SEEING LOADS OF NEW WOLVERINE FICS BUT GOD DAMNIT WHERES THE WOLVERINE DEADPOOL EIFFEL TOWER FIC ALREADY 😭😭😭😭

[starjammin]

“Love was supposed to make beautiful things happen.”

“But all it gave Leo were horrible, ugly tears as he wept over an unmoving Usagi.”

[When Worlds Collide on Ao3 by Celestiangel ( @celestiangell ); Chapter 23]

I am. In so much pain.

[vodkassassin]

Y’all need to stop commenting on fics like the author is dead or something. The author sees those comments bro it’s like saying to someone’s face “sorry to hear about your passing. The only reason I’m sad about it is bc you won’t be making me any more sandwiches for free” like can you see how that might be insensitive? So what if they haven’t made a sandwhich in a month or a year or five. It’s not your place to announce their death lmao

[shoot1ngst4r]

dare i say Billy Hargrove?

the misunderstanding of Billy as a character is genuinely my roman empire, it’s been on my mind for years but idk if anyone will wanna listen😭 (i’m open to conversations btw)

[dellamortethelesser]

hi am I insane or if you imprisoned Illario was there an actual image of him in like. A birdcage somewhere. Sorry if this sounds insane I’m not sure if this was real or if I hallucinated this experience