“i love your stories. i have become addicted and i was wondering if you could write a batmom story of were selina kyle doesn’t know bruce is married and she comes to the manor in a very sexy outfit and batmom and the boys walk in on that and it very awkard. thanks :)” requested by @cheesecake-chic
Well, first, thank you, and then : here it is. I know a lot of you tell me I shouldn’t think my writing is shit, but with this one, I’m really…unsure. Meh, it’s all over the place. Anyway. Hope you’ll still like it :
Today, Bruce woke up with the feeling that something bad was going to happen. Usually, his guts were always right and he spent the entire morning on edge…
But as the hours went by, and he saw that everyone was safe, he relaxed a bit. When your lips kissed his cheek lovingly as you came down in the kitchen for breakfast, he let go a little bit. When his sons didn’t even fight once, he let go a little bit. When Alfred made the best pancakes ever, he let go a little bit. When his hands wrapped around your waist to bring you closer, and his lips kissed your neck, while his sons made loud “ewwww” noises, he let go even more…And by noon, he was his normal self again. Still slightly worried about everything, a bit broody and all (though your presence made him smile like an idiot), but not waiting for a catastrophe anymore.
And oh how wrong he was to let his guard down.
It was 10 pm when all Hell broke loose (ok, he was over-exagerating).
It was 10 pm when Selina Kyle knocked on the Manor door, wearing a dress that was revealing a lot of skin.
It was 10 pm when Selina Kyle invited herself in the Wayne family house, and after a sexy “Long time no see Bat” and her sultriest look, kissed Bruce without any warning as he was coming to the entrance hall to see who rung the door, curious of who came to visit at such an hour.
It was 10 pm when you came in as well, with all of your kids, wondering too who was ringing so late in the evening.
Reflexively, as you all witnessed your Bruce pushing Catwoman away (oh the bitch stuck her tongue in his mouth !), your two oldest sons, Dick and Jason, held your shoulders…Just in case you decided to jump on Selina you know, and like, kill her or something. It was notoriously known that when you were jealous, you were dangerous. Granted, you weren’t often jealous, as Bruce only had eyes for you, and mostly ignored women who were hitting on him unsubtly (though none of them would ever dare doing it in front of you, and if they did, your natural sarcasm and wits would humiliate them right on the spot).
Bruce’s eyes were going between you and Selina, and the worry he felt earlier in the day came surging back. He knew how well you and Selina fought, if you decided to attack, it would be a disaster…
But it didn’t seem like you were reacting. At all. Your sons were holding you by your shoulders, waiting to use all their strength to hold you if need be. Damian and Tim’s stance also showed they were ready to intervene.
But you weren’t really reacting. You were just looking at Selina blankly, as if the things you just saw were trying to register themselves in your head.
Request: umm what about exos reaction (as your bf) to one of the bts members being your best friend (as in the you go to for everything instead of them) btw I love both exo and bts very much. I just wanted to see how you would write it (: Thank you
Thank you for requesting this! Hope you enjoy 💕
You had just found out you got into the university of your choice and you were ecstatic. Quickly, you got your phone out of your pocket and after nearly dropping it twice, dialed your best friends number.
“Hello?” Seokjin’s voice picked up on the first ring.
“Jin, you’ll never believe it!” you exclaimed. “I got in! I got offered a place at the—”
“You got in?!” came your boyfriend’s voice from the other room. He didn’t hear you address the person on the phone as he walked into the kitchen with a big smile.
“I—yeah, babe,” you smiled at Minseok quickly and then moved the phone from your ear to show him that you were on the phone. “I’ll talk to you in a moment, okay?”
“Oh,” Minseok nodded, his stomach sinking at the realization that he wasn’t the first one you told the exciting news to. “Sure, yeah.”
You turned away from him and got back to your conversation with Jin. Both of you squealed in joy for at least ten minutes, and once you finally hung up the phone, you went to find your boyfriend.
Minseok was lying on his bed, his phone in his hands. He didn’t even raise his head when you walked in.
“I got off the phone,” you said, extending the acceptance letter for him to see.
“Oh, good,” Minseok said simply. “Congratulations, by the way.”
“Thank you,” you said a little confused by his coldness. “Is everything okay?”
He sighed and locked his phone before finally looking up at you. “I’m never the first person you tell anything to.”
You blinked a few times, taken aback by the sudden confession.
“What?” you said, still trying to understand what he just said. “Minseok, I tell you everything.”
“Right. But first, you tell Seokjin everything,” he countered. “And then you come find me.”
“That’s not—” you started but quickly realized that his words might have really made sense. “Does that really upset you?”
“Well, of course,” Minseok said. “You’re my girlfriend, my best friend, and my go-to person. It just kind of sucks to know that I’m not the same for you.”
You bit your lip, feeling your own heart start to hurt at the sight of him being so upset.
“I’m sorry,” you said, then. “But you are the most important person to me, though.”
“Oh, am I now?”
“Yes,” you smiled, a teasing glint in your eyes. “Let me prove it to you.”
Before he could reply, you leaned in closer to him and placed a soft kiss on his lips, moving away before the kiss could go anywhere.
“Am I forgiven?” you asked with a small smirk.
“Oh, you wish,” he replied, “You’ll have to do better than that,” and he pulled your hand closer, forcing you to fall onto the bed next to him, so he could kiss you properly.
When he heard the door of the apartment open, he jumped up from where he was sitting on the couch in the living room and ran across the whole apartment to tackle you in a hug.
“Don’t ever leave me alone for this long again,” he told you, not releasing you from his arms. “I don’t even remember where you went but it’s been too long.”
“I’ve only been gone for two hours,” you said through laughter.
“Yeah, but you told me you’d be gone for twenty minutes,” he said, removing himself from you and finally letting you breathe.
“Yeah, I thought so, but then Hoseok pulled out his phone to show me some pictures from—”
“Hold on,” Junmyeon stopped you, his face no longer excited. “You’ve been out to see Hoseok? Again?”
His tone sounded accusing, so your face fell a little. “Well, yeah.”
“Y/n, you’ve spent more time with him this week than with me,” he said, crossing his arms.
“Junmyeon, we live together. I think I spend quite a lot of time with you.”
“You don’t sound too happy about that.”
You had to laugh at the absurdity of his accusations. “Don’t be ridiculous. I love living with you. And Hoseok is my friend, you know that.”
“Feels like he’s more than a friend.”
“You’re right,” you said, watching his face twist in shock. “He’s one of my closest friends.”
“Okay, nice way to give me a heart attack,” Junmyeon commented sarcastically and turned to walk away from you.
“Hey!” you called after him, concerned suddenly. “Are you actually mad at me?”
“Not sure yet,” he replied, walking towards his bedroom.
“Oh, come on! I’ll cook you dinner to make you feel better, how does that sound?”
“Okay. I’ll cook you dinner and give you all of my undivided attention.”
Junmyeon suddenly stopped and turned around to look at you. “Now that sounds better.”
Yixing wasn’t very jealous of your friendship with BTS’ Namjoon but he wasn’t a big fan of it, either. He wasn’t a fan of any guy who was close to you, so it was no surprise.
He never caused a scene whenever you told him you’d be hanging out with Namjoon because he trusted you, but he was still slightly upset that he wasn’t the only guy in your life.
The only time Yixing actually saw you hang out with Namjoon, though, was during Junmyeon’s birthday party. At first, he was just standing next to you while you and Namjoon discussed something that caused Yixing unexplainable boredom. He excused himself to get a drink and found himself listening to one of Chen’s jokes for at least fifteen minutes. When he made his way back to you, you were still talking to Namjoon.
Overwhelmed by the sudden irrational jealousy, he made his way towards you and hugged you from behind, resting his head on your shoulder, and startling you in the process.
“Yixing, you scared me,” you said, trying to recover.
“Sorry,” he said, shamelessly kissing your shoulder. “I just missed you.”
Namjoon cleared his throat, causing Yixing to raise his head with a small smirk.
“I’m going to go mingle,” Namjoon said, awkwardly walking away.
You turned around to face your boyfriend with a surprised expression on your face.
“What’s gotten into you?” you asked, not used to his public displays of affection.
“Nothing,” Yixing shrugged innocently. “You’ve been talking to Namjoon the whole night. I thought you could use the distraction.”
“If by ‘whole night’ you mean twenty minutes, then I agree,” you told him. “And I’m going to assume you’re the distraction?”
“Twenty minutes feels like an eternity when you’re away from me,” he said. “And not just away, but also with some other guy.”
“He’s my best friend, Yixing.”
“And I’m your boyfriend.”
You sighed. “Sometimes I question why.”
He faked offense but quickly recovered and smirked instead. Then, he leaned in closer to you so he could whisper in your ear, “I’ll show you why when we’re home.”
You and Baekhyun were having dinner in your kitchen. He had just finished telling you about practice today and asked you how your day went.
“I had a fairly decent day, actually,” you admitted. “Like, remember the book I told you about yesterday?”
Baekhyun frowned. “No, actually. You didn’t tell me about any books.”
“What? But I did! Like, the main character goes to—oh, wait. Maybe you’re right, I think I told Yoongi about it.”
Baekyun stopped chewing and raised his eyes from his plate to meet yours.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked.
“Sorry, I thought I did,” you said. “Anyway, I—”
“You used to tell me about the books that you read,” Baekhyun interrupted you, still hung up on the same thing.
“I still do that,” you replied.
“No, not anymore,” he shook his head. “Actually, you stopped telling me about the small things from your day altogether. Do you talk to Yoongi about it?”
“I don’t know,” you shrugged, not catching the jealous tone in his voice. “I talk to Yoongi about a lot of things.”
Baekhyun’s face transformed completely and the jealousy could not be missed anymore.
“So,” he said in a sarcastic tone. “What else do you do with Yoongi?”
“Oh my God, Baekhyun,” you covered your face with your hands. “Please don’t tell me you’re actually jealous of my best friend right now.”
“I’m your best friend. How many other best friends do you need?”
“Please tell me you’re not serious.”
“Why would I not be? You just told me you tell him more stuff than you tell me,” Baekhyun said bitterly.
You removed your hands from your face to look at him in astonishment. “Baekhyun, seriously. Would you still be saying the same thing if my best friend was a girl?”
He thought about it for a moment. “Actually, yeah. I think I would.”
“So, you don’t want me to have any friends, then?”
He sighed. “No. You can have as many friends as you want. I just want to know all about the little things that happened to you every day. I think as your boyfriend, I deserve to be the first person you tell them to.”
You were sitting on the couch with Jongdae, having a peaceful night in. A movie was playing in the background but both of you were on your phones. Chen was texting the other members about the song lyrics he had just come up with, and you were talking to Jimin.
Eventually, like true best friends do, you and Jimin got into an argument about who had more memes saved on their phone. So, consequently, you began sending each other memes and other funny stuff back and forth. Every time you laughed at something he sent you, Chen raised his head to look at you but he didn’t say anything.
And then finally, once you burst out laughing so loud that he almost dropped his phone, he dared to ask you what was going on.
“Oh, Jimin and I are sending each other funny pictures,” you told him once you managed to calm down.
“Huh. So, uh, is that him you’ve been texting this entire time?”
You nodded, trying not to start laughing at another picture Jimin sent you.
Biting his lip, Chen considered what the appropriate way to approach this situation would be. He knew getting jealous over this would be stupid and yet he couldn’t help but feel unhappy that someone else was making you laugh this much.
“Can you show them to me?” he asked after he finally came up with a way to transfer your attention from Jimin to him.
“Show you what?” you said, too occupied with your phone to pay attention to the conversation you were having in real life.
“The funny pictures you mentioned?” Chen said. “I want to laugh, too.”
You perked up instantly. “Of course! Hold on for just a moment, though. I have to save all of them to my phone.”
Chen nodded, secretly smirking to himself for finding a way to win you back although you never actually stopped being his.
Chanyeol literally never minded your and Seokjin’s friendship. If the three of you happened to be in the same place at the same time, he didn’t go out of his way to mark his territory and let Seokjin know that you’re taken, because he knew he could trust you, and he knew Jin wouldn’t dare to make a move on you anyway.
The only times he got a little insecure was when tabloid magazines published articles about you two-timing him with a member of his “rival band”. He knew the article was stupid and childish but somehow he still cared about what the public thought about this.
One time, you caught him reading one of those articles and immediately confronted him.
“I can’t believe you’re actually reading that garbage,” you said.
Chanyeol hadn’t heard you walk in, so he flinched (which he seemed to do at least five times a day. You either walked very quietly or he was just off guard all of the time) but then turned around to look at you.
“I was just wondering what people were saying,” he explained.
“Why do you even care?” you asked, suddenly a little concerned.
“Well, they’re saying that you’re actually closer to Jin than you are to me. And I mean, since I’m on tour half of the time, it kind of makes sense…”
“What?” you frowned, walking closer to him so you could take a better look at the article he was reading. “You know that’s bullshit, right? Jin’s on tour pretty often, too, and you’re my boyfriend. And – might I remind you – you have been in this position for the past three years, so I don’t think there even exists a person that I’d be closer to than you.”
He smiled softly. “Okay. Thank you.”
“Why are you thanking me?”
“You have so many people you’re friends with that sometimes I just need to hear that you love me the most.”
You laughed. “I didn’t actually mention I loved you the most, though.”
His smile disappeared suddenly. “But you do, right?”
“Of course, Chanyeol,” you reassured him. “You have no competition.”
You and Kyungsoo have been in a long distance relationship for almost two years now. Both of you often flew to see each other and it was definitely worth it, but still difficult nevertheless.
You were always interested in South Korea, though, and even expressed your wish to move here someday but you wanted to finish school first. The wait didn’t stop you from spending every holiday from school in Seoul, though. You made more friends there than you had back home – and that was another good reason to move there permanently.
Which is why, two months after your graduation, you found yourself on the phone with Jungkook, one of your best friends, announcing your decision to move to Seoul.
After an hour-long conversation, you headed to your bedroom to start looking for the plane tickets. You were really anxious about not having told the news to Kyungsoo, though. You wanted to surprise him by just showing up on his doorstep, which is why you haven’t called him yet.
However, your plan backfired, when ten minutes after booking the tickets, your phone started to ring, indicating that it was Kyungsoo calling you.
“Hey,” you answered the call, trying to hide your excitement.
“I have a question,” Kyungsoo said, not sounding very happy. “How long have we been together?”
You were surprised by this. “Uhh… almost two years? Why are you—”
“Right, so, almost two years of dating, and somehow I’m the last person you tell about the important decisions you make in your life,” he said angrily.
Your stomach sunk. “Wh-what are you talking about?”
“You’re moving to Seoul,” he said, forcing you to breathe in sharply. “And I found out from Jungkook. Jungkook! I’m not even that close to him!”
Have you forgotten to warn Jungkook that your plan of moving included you surprising Kyungsoo? Most likely, yes.
“I’m sorry,” you said softly. “I didn’t mean to keep you in the dark like that.”
“Is there anything else you told your best friend but not your boyfriend?” he asked, making the word ‘best friend’ sound somehow threatening.
“N-no,” you answered.”Look, Kyungsoo, I really am sorry you’re upset. But there’s a reason why I told Jungkook and not you.”
“Oh, there’s a reason?” he said, laughing humorlessly. “Do I want to hear it?”
“Yes,” you said calmly. “I wanted to surprise you. I wanted you to come home from practice and just find me there, ready to spend the rest of my life in a foreign city with the person I love most of all.”
Kyungsoo wasn’t expecting that, so he stayed quiet for a few moments.
“I-I love you, too,” he finally said, still taken aback by your confession.
“Good,” you told him. “Because for a moment there it seemed like you hated me.”
“I’m sorry, I just… I didn’t enjoy the fact that you told this important thing to Jungkook, instead of me,” Kyungsoo admitted. “Please don’t do that again, okay? I want to be the first person to know everything about you.”
You were backstage at an award show, waiting for your boyfriend to come offstage after his performance.
“Power is probably my favorite EXO song,” someone said suddenly, startling you.
When you turned around, you were greeted by your best friend’s face. Same best friend that you haven’t seen in forever due to him being on tour.
“Taehyung!” you exclaimed as he laughed before wrapping his arms around you. “I didn’t realize you’d be performing tonight, too!”
“I’m not. We’re presenting an award,” he explained. “Actually, I was just about to text you to see if you wanted to hang out after the ceremony.”
“Oh, Jongin’s taking me to the after-party at the dorm,” you said sadly. “But we could hang out some other time?”
“Okay. Text me when you’re free,” Taehyung said, not losing his smile. “It’s great running into you here. I missed you a lot!”
“I missed you too,” you answered.
Both of you laughed as he extended his hands to pull you in for another hug that was well-needed after having not seen each other in so long.
Someone cleared their throat, interrupting you, and you unattached yourself from Taehyung to see your boyfriend standing right behind you, having just walked off the stage.
“Hey!” you exclaimed. “Your performance was incredible as always, love.”
Jongin just nodded, but he wasn’t looking at you, and instead watched Taehyung, who stood next to you, still smiling.
“I ran into Taehyung backstage,” you started to explain. “Last time we saw each other was probably two or three months ago.”
“Ah. Fun,” Jongin replied dryly.
You frowned a little at this, but Taehyung – always the social butterfly – jumped into the conversation.
“Loved your performance. The concept for the MV was sick, too,” he said.
“Thank you,” Jongin replied quickly. “Y/n, are you ready to go?”
“Yeah,” you said, not even questioning where he wanted to go because his eyes were burning lasers into Taehyung’s forehead. You still turned to look at your best friend for a quick word. “I’ll see you, yeah?”
“Yes, of course!” Taehyung nodded enthusiastically and then turned to Jongin. “Great seeing you here!”
“You too,” Jongin nodded and placed a hand on your waist to lead you further away from the crowd, or perhaps more specifically, from Taehyung.
Once you two reached an empty hallway, he stopped suddenly. You stopped too, looking at him with a confused expression.
“Is everything okay?” you asked.
“Does he know I’m your boyfriend?” Jongin asked out of the blue.
“Does who know?” you frowned in confusion. “Taehyung? Of course, he knows. He’s basically my best friend, he knows everything.
“Oh,” Jongin looked down. “Well, it sure didn’t look like he knew you had a boyfriend.”
Realizing what he was getting at, you groaned. “Don’t do this. We hugged because we haven’t seen each other in a long time.”
“We don’t hug like that,” Jongin said. “And we’re dating.”
“That’s because we’re together 24/7, Jongin,” you told him. “And I wouldn’t have it any other way. In fact, I think I would handcuff myself to you if you dared to spend three full months without seeing me at least once.”
A small smile finally appeared on his lips and he nodded, letting you know that this was exactly what he wanted to hear to feel better.
You and Sehun were at a party of one of your mutual friend’s. At first, you really didn’t want to go because you weren’t a big fan of drunk people but then you found out that Jungkook would be there, and you haven’t seen him in so long, that you felt like you had no choice but to go. Obviously, Sehun wasn’t happy that Jungkook managed to convince you to come to the party in basically seconds, while he’s been trying to get you to come with him for almost a week.
Once at the party, however, you managed to down a few drinks and spent the entire time sitting at the back of the room, reconnecting with Jungkook. He told you about the tour that he’s been on and you told him about everything he missed back in Seoul.
Hours later, when you and Sehun were in a car back home after the party, you realized that he barely said a word to you since you left the house together at the beginning of the night.
“Hey, are you okay?” you asked him.
He looked at you, and although it was dark, you could still see anger in his eyes.
“Not really,” he said.
“Why? What’s wrong?” you asked in a concerned voice.
“I’m feeling kind of neglected,” he admitted. “And hurt.”
You didn’t expect to hear that. “Why?”
“I think it’s obvious why.”
“Not to me, apparently,” you replied.
“Y/n, I arrived to the party with you but I lost you in the crowd of people almost as soon as we came in,” Sehun said. “I tried to find you and when I did, you were talking to Jungkook, so I didn’t want to interrupt anything. But two hours later, you were still talking to him.”
You swallowed, suddenly understanding why he felt neglected.
“I haven’t seen him in so long,” you tried to explain. “We had so much stuff to talk about.”
“I understand that,” he nodded. “But people kept asking me where you were, and I had to awkwardly point to you and say that there you were – talking to another guy.”
“H-he’s my best friend,” you said. “You know that.”
“I do,” Sehun said. “And if you think that makes it hurt less when you leave me all by myself at a party, then you’re wrong.”
Your chest was heavy with guilt. “I’m sorry, Sehun. I didn’t realize you felt this way. You should have come and joined us.”
“I didn’t want to interrupt. You looked like you were discussing something very passionately. For four hours.”
“Come on, Sehun,” you said, touching his arm in a comforting manner, “You know I never consider your appearance in my visual field as an interruption. Although I have to say, you are distracting, especially when you’re wearing a suit. But anyway,” you stopped for a moment when you saw that you managed to make him smile. “I don’t want you to feel hurt about this. And if you ever feel neglected, just come and tell me.”
“And whine in front of other people?” he raised his eyebrows.
“Well, you have no problem whining in private,” you teased.
He shook his head at this, smiling nevertheless.
“I love you,” you told him. “And I’m sorry I made you upset today.”
He leaned closer to you to softly kiss your cheek. “I love you more.”
Some fencing studies during lunch break to get a better feeling for dynamic poses :) I’m not very creative or productive lately (everything is kinda meh), but hopefully I can recharge my energy level the next few days visiting my parents together with my girlfriend and celebrating our one year anniversary <3
Imagine: can you do a peter parker imagine where you’re going to a haunted house with peter and some friends. peter didn’t want to go at first but when he heard you were going, he was in. you all go to the haunted house and a guy in the group was flirting with you trying to act all manly and brave and stuff. peter gets really jealous and wants you all to himself so he ‘accidentally’ locks you in the same room as him. he confesses his feelings with you and you confess yours. thx so much i love ur writing!
A/N: thanks anon! you are a sweetie!! || it’s long ;3
You walked around the corner with a smile on your face and your hair in perfect condition. You’ve been looking for Peter for the past five minutes, you wanted him to see how good you looked today. As you looked around, you spotted him talking with your friends. You gave yourself a silent, ‘yes!’ of excitement. He was talking with your friends, which was a good sign because they were your excuse to talk with Peter.
You fix your hair up one last time and take a deep breath. Before you knew it, you were off. When you reached the group, Peter was the first one to greet you. Everybody greeted you afterwards, you glanced at Peter who kept staring at you. You were freaking out on the inside, he must’ve thought you looked good.
‘’So.. What were you guys talking about?’’ you ask, trying to spark up a conversation.
‘’Oh. We were inviting him to going to the haunted house with us tomorrow, but he doesn’t want to go.’’ judy explains.
‘’Yeah. Haunted houses aren’t really my thing.’’ peter shrugs.
‘’Aw man, that’s to bad. I was going to go tomorrow night.’’ you sigh.
Peter gasped in surprise. He pulled out his phone almost immediately and started to tap his fingers rapidly on his screen. Everybody in the group exchanged glances, wondering what he was doing. Peter soon threw his phone back into his pocket and looked up at you.
‘’I actually had plans for tomorrow night that’s why I couldn’t go. But it seemed that they cancelled the plans so I’m free. I’ll go.’’ peter says.
‘’But I thought you said haunted houses weren’t real-’’
‘’Forget what I said! I’ll be there!’’ peter exclaims.
Before you could respond, the bell rang and Peter ran off into the big crowd that was forming. You watched as he rushed off, you bit your lip and smiled. He was going and it was going to be a blast.
‘’Y’know Y/N. I think he’s just going because you’re going.’’ judy comments.
I like love languages, and it’s almost Valentine’s Day.
So, everyone has a
preferred love language. Most people have 2 or 3 that are pretty
close, I think, so I chose the RFA’s top 2. I tried for what they
were most thankful to receive, as well as what they might find most
meaningful to give.
because they’re adults, so some of it crosses over.
Spoilers. So many. I
refer to their routes a lot because I have way too much time on my
hands and do not want to work on an assignment.
"You lucked out. If I hadn't been there, I don't want to think about what could have happened." -for any of the love square, but they maybe know each others identities already?? Whatever is easiest for you :)
Today’s drabble is dedicated to @belles-lettresdemoncoeur to say HAPPY BIRTHDAY! I hope your day is full of the most wonderful things!
“You lucked out,” Ladybug grinned. “If I hadn’t been there, I don’t want to think about what could’ve happened.”
Adrien held out his torn shirt and grimaced. “They were trying to tear me limb from limb.”
“Poor Kitty, so famous and wanted.” She patted his head patronizingly. “Besides, I don’t think your fans were trying to tear away your limbs; I think they were trying to tear away your clothes.”
“That’s even worse!” He flopped back on his bed and threw his arm over his eyes. “I should have never done another one of these stupid movies.”
Ladybug dropped her transformation with a laugh and settled down beside him. “But then the world wouldn’t know how good Adrien Agreste is at playing a superhero. Twice.”
He rolled over to face her. “I’m only good at playing one, huh?”
Marinette smiled back at him. “As far as anyone else knows anyway. Other than the ridiculous amount of screaming, enthusiastic fans, have you had a nice time?”
A reluctant smile spread over his face. “It has been pretty cool. Lonely though. I’m glad you’re here.”
“I couldn’t let you go dateless to the premiere.” She sat up and raised her eyebrows. “You were going dateless, weren’t you?”
Adrien smirked. “Now, my Lady, that’s not jealousy I hear, is it?”
“Of course not.”
“Because you know you’re the only bug for me.”
“In fact, Paris may just have to do without you a little longer because I don’t think I’ll be ready to let you go just yet.” He sat up with her, wrapping his arms around her waist and hooking his chin over her shoulder. “You’ll stay with me for a bit, won’t you?”
“I don’t know. Paris likes me an awful lot.”
“Meh, they’ve got those other guys to swoon over for a while.”
Marinette giggled. “I put Nino in charge. I thought Alya and Chloe were going to kill me.”
“He called and told me. He was very excited.”
Adrien stood and stretched. “I’ve been feeling really cooped up. Want to go for a run?” Plagg floated over with a grumble and Adrien called up his transformation.
Marinette watched him from the bed. “I just got done running and carrying you. I’m pooped.”
“Aww, come on, Princess. One quick little run around the city. We can give the locals a thrill,” Chat Noir grinned. “I can even carry you this time if you get too tired.”
“Fine, fine,” she huffed dramatically, bringing up her own transformation. “Let’s see what you’ve got, Chaton.”
Why do people play off the original Avatar: The Last Airbender series and think the Legend of Korra was an absolute masterpiece compared to atla?? Like yeah LOK was alright if you’re into the black and white western themes of “you can only either be good or evil, there is no other choice!!1!” But ATLA taught balance and that there is a grey area and that people have flaws and no one is perfect from a very general sense (I’m not going into specifics right now). I mean LOK has good ideals yeah but I honestly feel like ATLA was so much moRE ENRICHING.
Jyn Erso -
daughter of criminal mastermind Galen Erso - lead a completely normal life, working as a private safecracker for the police, when one day a ghost from the past showed up at her office and offered her something she couldn’t resist - revenge for her fathers death.
One year ago her father assembled a team to steal 35 million dollars worth of gold bullion from a safe held by Italian gangsters in Venice. The team included Cassian Andor, a professional thief; Bodhi Rook, a computer expert;
Baze Malbus, their wheelman; Orson Krennic, their inside man; and
Chirrut Îmwe, explosives expert. When heist was sucesfully completed, Krennic betrayed the team, killed Galen and left everyone else for death, while taking all the gold with him.
Now, when Cassian and his team are back to Los Angeles, their only purpose is to revenge their mentor’s death and get back their gold. But they can’t do it without a
safecracker, and this is where Cassian needs Jyn. The girls with whom he always had tense relationship; the girl who blames him for her father’s death and constant absence; the girl he always had very mixed but very strong feelings about.
Their enemy is strong, the odds are not in their favor. They don’t have luck, but they have each other.
A little birdie might have suggested that it was recently @moonfox22’s birthday and also that she needs hugs and love and good things.
I wrote this instead of working on my Camp project because Priorities™.
Blind date; insufficient underwear; luck of the sannin. Kakasaku. Smut. What is consistent tone.
Sakura tugs at the hem of her dress and scowls.
It’s not the length of the skirt that’s bothering her; Sakura is proud of her legs, thanks.
It’s that Ino broke into her apartment two days ago and stole almost all of her underwear. Apparently, cotton boy shorts with smiling fruit on them “aren’t appropriate for a woman over the age of seventeen, seriously, what the hell Forehead, your pink hair is bad enough.”
Which, okay, rude. There’s nothing inherently juvenile or girlish about pink hair, Ino. Sakura gets her hair colour from her grandfather. It’s gender neutral.
And Sakura is more than willing to fight anyone who disagrees.
Summary/Request: James Barnes is the local neighbourhood cop known for saving cats from trees and walking people home at night. It just so happens that he lives in your apartment building, in the apartment across from yours.
Prologue X, Part 1 X, Part 2 X, Part 3 X, Part 4 X
The OTP This is the big one. The number one ship. The One True Pairing. This can change over time and people-ironically-often have a bunch of otps, especially in fandoms with a lot of characters. Everything about this ship will be reblogged and reviewed and kudos will be left. Usually not a rare pair. If this is canon, you are very lucky, and probably have a lot of fellow shippers.
The I-Ship-it You like this ship. It’s on your shipping page. You reblog cute photos of them if you like the picture. You read and leave kudos on work, but rarely a comment. You like them, but not that much This is rare pair territory.
The I-See-It You are okay with this ship. No strong feelings either way, but if you find a picture with them in it, and it’s really well done, you might reblog it, or just like it. It’s all right as a side pairing in a fanfic, but bigger ones, you will probably pass over, unless it’s a very good one.
The Meh You really don’t care. If canon, it never garnered your attention enough to make you interested or not interested. Don’t really see it or care for it, but don’t actively dislike it, either.
The I-Don’t-See-It You aren’t really a fan of this ship. You don’t see what’s to like, and, frankly, it makes you roll your eyes when you see others gushing over it. You probably won’t ever read a fanfiction with this as a main pair, but if it’s a side pair, you guess you might let it slide.
(I-See-It, Meh, and I-Don’t-See-It can often slide and are more or less fluid, sometimes dependent upon canon and your own mood. All three can be considered ‘Rare Pair territory’)
The I-Don’t-Ship-It We’re getting into ‘ew’ territory. You tag your impressions of this ship with ‘ship hate’’ just in case. You don’t really like talking about it, and you’ll scroll right past any pictures of them. This could be the make or break part of a fanfiction, and it makes your day worse to hear or think about them.
The NOTP You hate this ship. Anything you have to say on this will be ship hate and if you don’t tag, you’ll end up with angry anons in your box. This will be on your blacklist, and any fanficion with it will be passed right by, thank you very much. You’re not in the mood for throwing up your dinner. If this is canon, you are truly in hell.
Others (Note: These may or may not fit into a category above, or into multiple categories. Some will overlap.)
The Will-Everyone-Please-Stop-Talking-About-this You didn’t really care for this ship. Or maybe you even grudgingly liked it and had to admit that it was good. But the fandom is so obsessed with talking about it that it’s become the thorn in your side. You hate this ship with a vengeance and you are so don’t with hearing about it from literally everyone you know.
The I-Only-Ship-This-Because-It’s-Canon You don’t really like this ship on it’s own, and you probably wouldn’t ship it, except it’s canon, and they get along really good together in canon, if they actually wouldn’t anywhere else. You put it on your ship list because it’s Canon.
The Canon-But-Still-NOTP You are in hell and probably hate yourself and the entire fandom. You get your own slot because I pity you.
The I-Am-The-Only-Person-To-Ship-This You’re the only person to ship this. What else is there to say? Everything is barren and you and the “Canon Notps” sit and grumble together.
The Rare-Pair All in all, this might not actually be capable of being called a rare pair, but not a lot of people ship it and you praise god when you find yourself in the company of someone else who ships it. You can count yourself luckier then the “I-Am-The-Only-Person-To-Ship-This” because. Well. You are. At least you’ve got one or two, they don’t even have that.
The I-Can-Respect-This You don’t ship it yourself, but you respect it, and even find it cute sometimes. You could find this slipping into otp category if you liked the personal characters more.
The I-Find-This-Morally-Wrong Whatever you might find morally wrong, this ship has it! Especially if it’s canon. People who still ship it really tick you off, and it’s probably on your blacklist. Or, you might be very outspoken and make this a public campaign! Weather or not people acknowledge that the ship is bad, they still shouldn’t ship it. Look, I can respect this, but please tag your ship hate. It’s getting really annoying.
The I-Love-Them-As-Enemies. Look, let’s face it. These two will never work out as a couple. But you love the dynamics and whenever they fight or you read something where they’re enemies, something inside you gets fluttery.
The I-Love-To-Hate-This You hate this ship, but you love to hate it. It’s..not really something you can explain. You love to make ship hate posts and debate about it all day. You probably have other ships for the characters involved.
Maybe something about them you find gross, or morally wrong, or they’re canonly awful, but, you still ship them. You ship them as you cry and apologize to everyone. You mutter about how you shouldn’t hate them and occasionally make posts that you find yourself needing to tag ship hate. You’re the first in line to tell everyone how awful it is, and you’re probably hypocritical.
The How-Did-This-Get-Here No. Seriously. You probably don’t even like the characters. But. Still. The ship is there, on your shipping page. You don’t even remember putting it there.
The You’re-So-Pretty-Together Aesthetically pleasing, you love to see them kiss, but you probably don’t read fanfiction about them because you realize that they’re not actually going to work out. They really do look good together, though.
The That-Character-Isn’t-Attracted-To-Them You guess it might work, but canon/headcanon decrees that it won’t, because person A (at least) Isn’t attracted to person B. This won’t end up on your shipping page.
The Why You do not understand this ship. It confuses and concerns you. Why do people ship it? Why do so many people ship it? You’re scared and losing faith in your fandom.
The Why-Do-We-All-Ship-This You have yet to meet someone in the fandom who does not ship it. You’re not sure why everyone ships it. You find yourself shipping it. Is this even canon? Does anyone care? It’s creeping up on the Rare Pair lover. It’s going to get us all, someday. You’ve already succumbed.
The One-Ship-Everyone-Agrees-On All right, this isn’t a given for every fandom, and it might not even be for two persons. It might be two items, or a person and a food. But there it’s ‘canon’ and everyone agrees on it.
The My-Friend-Made-Me-Ship-It Honestly, you still aren’t even sure if you really ship it. But, it’s constantly on your dash because of one or more of your friends, and their constant love of and talk of the ship has slowly but surely won your (Possibly begrudging or resentful) acceptance.
The I’ll-Ship-This-Until-The-Day-I-Die Look. You might not care about the characters. You might not even care for the ship. Or you might adore both the characters and the ship, or one or the other. But nothing, canon or otherwise, will make you not ship this. You get personally offeneded when people don’t ship this. Even when you leave the fandom, you’re still going to ship it. You won’t ever escape.
The I’ll-Never-Ship-This-Even-If-That-Means-Death You might love both the characters, or neither, or just one, but one thing is clear. This ship will never work. You might not care enough to even put this on your notp list. But you won’t ever ship it. Nothing can make you ship it. You might not even care if others ship it, or you might cringe every time you hear about someone else shipping it. But no matter what, you won’t ever ship this in any way, shape, or form.
How about a fic where Merle and Reader really hate each other but there is also this sexual tension between them. They are forced to go on a supply run together and get stuck in a town over night. Maybe they have to share a bed which leads to things? 😏
Sorry this took so long. But here you go, some good ol’ fashioned hate fucking. :p
Warnings: uhm, its hate fucking. So dirty foul mouthed, redneck Merle Dixon being gross and having sex. So that type of warning.
Arrow 6x02 “ Tribute” Review: Case of Been There, Done That
We are two episodes in and we’ve reached our first filler
episode. This one was a tad bleh. I wasn’t very whelmed, so to speak. There
were some positive parts but they all seemed to be connected to things that I’m
not crazy about. Such is Arrow anymore; have to take the bad
with the good. For me, this episode was meh because I feel like we have been
He was being a wiseass to the press at the start of the
episode. I must say that all the screeners who flipped out over the Bruce Wayne
mention really need to get lives. That is not singularly the most shocking, show-changing
and whatever hyperbolic bull they espoused over the name drop. I think the most
show-changing event in the history of Arrow was bringing on
Felicity Smoak. She changed absolutely everything. But that’s just me.
He’s in a game of cat and mouse with the new character, Agent
Watson. (I think the first name was Samanda? But I might be wrong.) She’s
not buying his deflections one bit and is determined to prove he is a
vigilante. He’s also in a cat and mouse game with Anatoly—who knows Oliver’s
weaknesses and exploits them.
But mostly Oliver’s storyline this episode was wrapped up in
I will be honest that the kid had a couple of improved—not
great—scenes in this episode. They also were a bit better in how they wrote
him; he wasn’t a sniveling 5 yr old. He was acting like a middle schooler. I
still think he’s supposed to be about 10; not 12. But that’s my obsession with
timeline accuracy. I’m a stickler for it in my own work so it bugs me when
others don’t do the same. :D
Oliver + William
This is still not my favorite storyline. And what’s the point
in having a show about Oliver Queen being the Green Arrow if he isn’t the Green
Arrow? I’ll forever dislike William simply because I don’t like the storyline
that introduced him. It was sloppy and unnecessary and I’m resentful. It spun a
lot of things out of control and was one contributing factor into why season 5
was so damn awful.
But this is where part of my frustration comes in with this episode
and storyline choice: This is just the same story we’ve already been through
but now it’s under the guise of Oliver being a dad. Oliver can’t be Green Arrow because of X.
In William’s scene where he says, “That’s not up to you,” he
was right. And as much as I wish he’d go away, the kid was understandably
afraid of being orphaned. Though, I doubt he’d really be alone. I’m not even
talking about Oliver’s found family taking in William. Everyone seems to have
magically forgotten Samantha’s parents from last week. In all likelihood he’s
probably much closer to his grandparents than he is to Oliver right now. He and
Oliver have begun tentative steps to building a relationship between
them—something I suspect William is hesitant about because he’s afraid to let
Oliver in just to lose him. William did just tragically lose his mother.
The only redeeming part of this repetitive storyline is that
it’s hard to blame it on Oliver’s own stubborn stupidity. He’s not choosing the
mask over being in a relationship; he’s not questioning his ability to lead in
the light and the dark. Oliver clearly was trying to balance life as a mayor,
father and vigilante. He’s not the one who couldn’t handle it, but
I can’t even be mad at Oliver for choosing his kid over being
a vigilante. That’s not even close to the worse decision he’s ever made. And
it’s selfless; an act of true parenthood from him because being the Green
Arrow means something to Oliver. It’s an act of redemption for
his sins. It’s a point of purpose. But he’s sacrificing that for the benefit of
his son. Again, not an ignoble idea.
Except that we all know that he is going to be the Green
Arrow again and that’s why it feels tired. The difference is that he’ll likely
hood up again with William’s encouragement. But the summary of this
story is that once again Oliver believes he has to choose between being the
Green Arrow and being Oliver Queen.
Halloween 2017 #12: It Followed Me Home From The Haunted Farm
friends and I started celebrating the Halloween season by going to a haunted
farm off in the outskirts of town. I use the term “haunted” loosely, because
this place is really just a scaled-down theme park that’s been in the region
for over twenty years. I don’t scare easily, so I wasn’t expecting much from
the visit aside from a bit of light-hearted fun with friends.
Who would have
thought after an evening of cheap jump scares and screaming mostly to be
polite, I’d find myself sitting in my bed, genuinely shaking in fear? I
certainly didn’t, yet here I am, all because something followed me home.
Whenever a car drives down the street, I can catch glimpses of it slowly crawling
down my neighbor’s house and towards mine, as though toying with me. It all
happened because of that damn farm.
arrived at the farm late in the afternoon. It was nice out: not too hot, not
too cold. The farm was neat, though it wasn’t overly spooky-looking in the
light of day. They’d built a few old Wild-West-style houses they’d decorated
with pumpkins and giant spiders, had a few “creepy” mascots walking around, and
sprinkled demonic baby dolls where they saw fit. In the daytime, this place was
a playground for kids. I saw more bouncy houses and face-painting stations than
scary attractions, but I expected things would change once the sun went down.
My friends and I headed out to do the corn mazes while they were still open,
and then headed to the food trucks for supper.
the time we were done eating, it was finally dark out, and the toddlers had
sprouted into teenagers. As expected, the park looked a lot creepier at night.
They’d turned on their fog machines and colored lights to give the place a surreal
atmosphere. The mascots had changed their make-up from
sort-of-menacing-but-still-friendly to sort-of-demonic, with a few vampires and
masked witches thrown in for good measure.
was fine. Not all that scary, though.
trying to make myself out to be some unshakable badass or anything, but I
honestly don’t scare all that easily. I’m not really susceptible to things I
know aren’t real. Creepy music and plastic hatchets just don’t work on me. You
could blame my time hanging around NoSleep for the desensitization, but the
truth is, I’ve always been pretty numb to horror. I’m more afraid of practical
things, like being stuck in line for a haunted hayride for half an hour with a
bunch of rowdy 13-year-old kids screaming profanities to try and out-shock one
another, splinters, and disgusting porta-potties, the first and last of which I
experienced at the farm. Ugh.
friends and I walked around and tried out the different attractions. We did the
aforementioned hayride, the witches’ coven, and the demonic funhouse, which was
fun for all the wrong reasons. See, the funhouse was pretty tame, all things
considered. You walk your way through the world’s most straight-forward maze,
and from time to time, a creepy clown appears out of nowhere and kind of shuffles
behind you and follows for a bit.
I can see how that might be a bit unsettling
but like, these clowns were all actors and they weren’t allowed to
actually touch anyone,
so there really wasn’t anything to be scared of. That didn’t stop this one
chick from breaking down outside the attraction. This 20-something gal totally
lost it. She was sobbing in her boyfriend’s arms, and I couldn’t help but laugh
as we walked past her. Sorry, but if you can’t handle a clown standing next to
you for half a second, mayyyyybe you shouldn’t be going into a demonic
funhouse. Just sayin’. Check ‘yoself before you emotionally wreck ‘yoself.
was getting late, and we still had one major attraction to go to. According to
our map, it was the scariest of them all. Four chainsaws out of four. Having
heard screams of abject terror coming from that side of the park, I was really
looking forward to seeing what all the fuss was about. Along the way, my friend
pointed out a cemetery with a half-opened gate and not a soul in line to go in.
There had been a 30-minute wait for all the other attractions, but this one was
as still as the grave (pun intended).
I'm loving you Cryptid!Seattle universe. :) I do have a question though: do the cryptids like storytime (being read to)? If they do, do the local libraries have storytime outreach programs for the ones who can't come to the library storytimes?
OK, so I’ve been kind of sitting on this ask becuase IT’S SO ADORABLE AND I FEEL BETTER EVERY TIME I LOOK AT IT.
Cryptids in this universe are mostly like humans, but with Additional Issues- some don’t care for it, some are meh, but most of them really like being read to.
Vampires in particular are Big into Libraries and Literacy- partly from the tendency to read a lot when you have a hundred extra years to spare, but also becuase Libraries are inherently PUBLIC spaces, and one of the few buildings vamps can enter without being invited in first.
Also the cataloging and recording of information is very satisfying to the Vampiric Urge to Count Everything.
So Vampire and other Cryptid librarians often hold weekly reading/Oral Storytelling Events like Spellbinders, where human and crypt kids alike can come in and hear a really good story.
There are a lot of sirens in Spellbinders.
As for the things that can’t come in like Merfolk: There are podcasts (everyone’s got a freaking smartphone these days), radio stations, and the occasional volunteer that goes out to some of the more secluded beaches.
Dragons tend to ether have their own staff these days and YOU BET that having a good reading voice is a great way to get hired.
Some cryptids like to do the reading- Marion is fond of stretching out on the couch next to Alex and reading really, really boring stuff about aquaculture or the history of forks until Alex can get to sleep.