he 'winked' with both eyes

“why can’t you just admit that you like me…haha…ha..”

i’ve been trying to tell u for the past 74 years smh

I’ll Take One Prince Charming Please. - BuckyxReader - One Shot

Originally posted by sebstanslaugh

AN - It’s been a while since I’ve written anything. I’ve hard quite a lot of ups and downs resulting in me not being on here much, but times have changed and we are back at it. I hope you all enjoy.

One of Shield’s top agents is attending Sharon and Steve’s wedding on her own. She starts rambling on about how she wants her 50′s disney prince charming type romance. We all know who she bumps into.

Bucky x Reader
Warnings: Fluffy fairytale esque.
Songs: The Way You Look Tonight by Frank Sinatra & When I Fall in Love by Nat King Cole / Doris Day

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It makes sense, I think.

Authors Note: Hey! I tried to make this longer for you guys, I hope you like it.
This is the second part to, “It makes sense.” The first part can be found HERE.
List of my other Prompts found HERE


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The weeks after the honeymoon is when things begin to die down and the two of you are forced back into a reality that doesn’t include sipping different wines on various beaches, nor does it include waking up to a naked husband as you inhale the fresh ocean scent as you open the balcony doors on a warm morning in Hawaii.

Instead, you now wake up to the soft snores of your husband who takes up most the bed with his lengthy legs, who also makes it a struggle to pull the covers off of him when you are a bit cold. He always says, “Too bad, I’m cold too, cuddle up to me and you will be okay, promise.” of course he always says this with a grin as you are grumbling at him for hogging the covers.

You sigh as you wiggle under the covers, feeling Harry’s body sprawled out beside you, his soft snores pulling you from your sleep. You let out a groan, tenderly nudging him to move on over and to give you a bit more room within the bed, a small hope that he wakes up and moves his position so his snores die down.

You stare up at the ceiling, struggling to fall back asleep, Harry fast asleep beside you as the sun just begins to peek up from its own sleeping state, bringing bright colours to the darkened sky. You roll over and rest yourself against Harry’s warm body, nestling into him as you feel his arm heavily drape around you in his sleep.

You feel yourself slowly drifting off to sleep, unfortunately, being sharply disturbed by Harry’s alarm, blaring aloud. You feel him remove himself from your body, a few mumbles escaping both of your lips’ an “I know, I’m sorry, love.” Leaving Harrys as he leaves a small kiss to your forehead before you feel the bed springing up as he stands to his feet, staggering slightly around the room, rubbing his dreary eyes.

Like all mornings Harry does his best to stay as quiet as possible as he gets himself dressed and ready for whatever it is he has planned, lately he has been spending most his time in the studio, writing, singing, outlining, and doing everything else possible in the time frame of six in the morning to four in the morning. “Can you stay a little longer?” You softly question, just wanting him beside you long enough for you to fall asleep,

“I can’t, hey don’t forget tonight.” He yawns, pulling a sweater over his body,

“Tonight?” You sit up within the bed, the covers falling to your lap, unsure of what exactly he is referring to.

“Yeah, Liam’s launch party.” He reminds you and it suddenly rings a bell, Harry did, in fact, inform you of the plans late last week, usually, you are great at remembering these sorts of things, it must have just slipped your mind. “I’ll remind you again later, go to sleep.” He sweetly smiles over at you, pulling a pair of jeans up his lengthy legs.

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Young God (M) || Jungkook AU!Smut

gif is not mine.

Genre: Smut || Fluff (Kinda) || Stoner!Jungkook
Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: Drugs, Smoking, Dirty talk, DESCRIPTIVE Fingering okok

Description: Jeon Jungkook was a fucking God. He was beautiful. One look from him was enough to make your heart soar. He was a bad boy, he drinks, he smokes, he was reckless; and why such a boy would ever go for someone like you, you would never understand.
None the less, the only thing that infatuated him as much as weed did – was you.


A/N: I changed the story line a lot from the teaser i posted earlier but oh well

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Someone to Stay - AU

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Chapter 4

At noon, Claire found a spare moment to grab her mobile and text Geillis, on the off chance that she would be on break too. 

traitor. what did u say to him about me?

She waited a full twenty minutes before the phone buzzed in reply.

technically, nothing. i told Rupert, ye ken? ;)

what did u say specifically to Rupert then?

oh, only that you workd at the University College Hospital A&E, 235 Euston Road, London, NW1 2BU. ur lucky i didn’t give him your home address. 

Claire gripped the phone, mildly wishing it were Geillis’s neck. So throttling it was, not hugging as previously considered.

well, he showed up here. chased frnk away, as it were, nice surprise. and he asked me out for coffee.

!!!!!!!!!!!! :O :O

TECHNICALLY, dinner, but i’m afraid i can only do coffee. For now.

claire, i must get back to wk, but i am calling you later. don’t even think about not taking my call. OK?!?!?!!!

Claire allowed herself a small grin. alright, we’ll talk later.

She put her phone away, but it buzzed one more time.

u must name one of ur future bairns after me!

Claire stuffed the wretched thing in her pocket and walked away, leaving all thought of blue-eyed, red-haired children behind.

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The lavender sweater hung inside her locker, while Claire just stared at it. It was 5:45, and Jamie was due in fifteen minutes. Should she change out of her scrubs, put a bit of makeup on, or just stroll out in her nurse-wear, tennis shoes, and tangled curls?

“Why am I even debating this?” Claire muttered to herself, before slamming the locker door shut with a clang. After washing her hands at the sink, she pulled a hair tie out of her purse, making a messy bun on the top of her head. If Jamie was the sort of man that cared much about a woman’s appearance, then she wouldn’t want to go out with him after this anyway.

In her navy pea coat, Claire stepped out of the hospital, bundling herself against the chill in the air. At six on the dot, Jamie turned the corner, in a simple white t-shirt, jeans, and that damnable leather jacket. Noticing Claire immediately, his face broke out in a sunny grin; he came right up to her and gave her a brief peck on the cheek.

“Hello, Claire. I’m glad to see ye didna change yer mind.”

“Hi, Jamie,” Claire managed, still a little stunned at his greeting. “I almost did, just now, wishing I had worn something else. You look very… well, James Dean comes to mind.”

He laughed, deep bass and staccato. “Ye look lovely. I’d love for people to see I’m out with a  doctor.”

“I’m not a doctor,” Claire amended with a smile.

“Not yet.” Jamie extended his hand toward the street. “Shall we?”

That hand found its way to the small of her back, there but not touching, and Claire did not know what to make of it. She imagined it was him not pushing himself on her, letting her take the lead—and she liked him for it.

In shy, comfortable silence, Claire walked them to a nearby café she frequented with the other nurses. They sat across from each other and ordered from the waitress, black decaf for her, and cream and sugar for Jamie.

“Could we get some scones with clotted cream please?” Claire asked. The server nodded with a smile and swept away to fetch a plate. “They’re absolute heaven,” she explained to Jamie, helping herself to a steaming scone.

“Did ye eat properly today?” Jamie probed. “Seems like they work ye to the bone.” 

Claire smiled. “I had a sandwich from the hospital cafeteria.”

“I’ll no’ have ye go hungry. Please, let’s order something more.” He raised his hand to signal their server, but Claire brought it back down. A tingle shot across her skin and she withdrew hastily. 

“Perhaps later.” So you are considering a ‘later’, a voice piped up in her mind. Claire shut down this inner monologue with a long sip from her cup.

“So Claire…” Jamie brushed his hand against the back of his neck; this was a gesture she had seen before and thought oddly endearing. “I’d like to apologize for asking yer friend Geillis for information on where to contact ye.”

“Oh.” Claire blinked. “There’s no need really.”

“She told me ye changed yer number ye see,” Jamie continued, with red-tipped ears. “And I certainly wasna goin’ to show up unannounced at yer doorstep.”

“It’s fine. It’s nice to see you again.” She looked down at the table and breathed deeply. “I guess you should know what took me to that bar in the first place, weeks ago.”

“Only if ye care to tell me. I assumed Frank did something bad.” He stirred another sugar in with a nod for her to continue—if she wanted to.

“Frank cheated.” Claire swallowed hard. “I caught him in the act, you know—” here Jamie winced in sympathy—“and I fled to Edinburgh to see a friendly face. Geillis helped me drown my sorrows.” 

“And then, like a wee idiot, I asked ye backstage and you thought I wanted—“

“I admit, I was a bit flattered.” Claire grinned, remembering. “Mostly annoyed though.” 

“Were ye?” Jamie’s eyes gleamed, teasing. His hand lay close to hers on the table. Her fingers twitched involuntarily, and she took the spoon off the saucer instead. The waitress refilled their cups and lay down a fresh plate of scones.

“A bit.” Claire inhaled the sugary yeast of the bread, the sharpness of the coffee, and the spicy scent that was him. “It’s been a month. And you were right, it’s still raw and hurting. Less than yesterday, but more than tomorrow.” She tried to keep the bitterness from her tone, and almost succeeded. Her eyes met his honest, open gaze and she thought he understood.

“I suppose that’s how it goes. One day at a time.” Jamie squeezed her hand briefly, unawares, and too soon let go.

Flustered, she bit into a warm scone and licked the crumbs off her lips. “Tell me about your tour, then. Seemed like an awful lot of cities in such a short time.”

“It was hellish betimes, lass. It helps that we are all genuinely good mates and we love what we do. Ian’s my brother-in-law, ye ken?”

“I didn’t! He married your…?”

“Sister. Jenny. I’m an uncle four times over. They’ve managed to carry on despite the long distance.” Jamie’s blue eyes sparkled in remembrance of his nieces and nephews.

Claire smiled and raised her cup to the mysterious Jenny. “Absence makes the heart grow fonder.”

“Aye, and abstinence too, apparently.” The Scottish burr of rolling r’s ensnared her into a feeling of warmth and security long forgotten. Claire laughed, and it felt good to laugh, openly and truthfully, cleansing her heart.

Jamie took a bite of a scone liberally spread with cream. “Ian’s always been by my side. We’re childhood friends, and wi’ Jenny always about, it only seemed natural for them to get marrit.” When he spoke with emotion, his accent got thicker, she noticed.

“And the rest of the band?”

“Cousins. And our manager is our uncle, Murtagh,” said Jamie.

“All in the family indeed. And why music? Don’t get me wrong, you’re very talented,” Claire clarified as Jamie cleared his throat in amusement.

“Even though ye had never heard of us before?” His eyes gleamed with humor.

“Geillis would have told you, of course.” Claire blushed.

“Weel, my da took me to a concert when I was eight years old, to see U2. They played in Edinburgh at Murrayfield Stadium. The first notes began and it was puir magic—how everyone responded and I thought, I want that someday.”

Another comfortable silence stretched between them. The sky outside had darkened rapidly into November night. Small flakes were falling; they melted as soon as they brushed against the window. It had been an hour—or perhaps two, Claire wasn’t keeping track, to be honest—and even more surprisingly, she didn’t want to leave.

“And ye, why nursing?”

“I suppose I like helping people. I was always fascinated by the first aid tent at Uncle Lamb’s expeditions and digs. He was an archaeologist. I had a most unusual upbringing.” Claire grinned into the dregs of her coffee when Jamie looked taken aback. “I know how to dig latrines and light fires and the proper procedure for cataloguing priceless ancient artifacts.

“But it was healing that attracted me. When men from the dig would come in, hurt or sick, and I could help do something for them. And I hope to continue doing that, when—if—I get into medical school.”

Jamie tapped her hand with a long finger. “So ye are plannin’ to be a doctor! I knew it! It’s a relief, bein’ certain about what it is we want to do in life, isn’t it?”

“Frank always said he was jealous, that I’d always known what my calling was,” Claire said. “He wasn’t always an arse.”

The waitress came over with the check and an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry to toss you out, but we’re closing soon. Would you mind cashing out with me? You don’t have to leave yet, though.” Jamie gave her a dazzling smile and pulled a £20 note.

Noting Claire’s glance at the bill—far too much for what they had consumed, even with tip—Jamie explained, “I always felt guilty about spending hours and hours at cafés in Scotland and only drinkin’ water. Now that I can, I like to make it up to others.” He put the money on the small tray and told the waitress to keep the change.

That brought to mind their previous coffee encounter. “If the tour’s over, why are you in London then?” Claire asked.

“Och, I live here,” Jamie answered.

“I thought you said you lived on your family’s farm, Lolling- something?” Claire said, confused.

“Lallybroch,” Jamie corrected gently. “Aye, that’s home, but not where I live. Verra important distinction.” He tried to wink, but was apparently incapable of it; he managed to blink with both eyes and nod at the same time, which made Claire burst out laughing again.

Seizing her hand suddenly, he looked eagerly into her eyes. “A friend of ours, Hugh, owns a bar here, Duke’s. He’s asked us to play this weekend, and we said yes, as a surprise for his patrons. He’s a good lad, he gave us one of our biggest breaks early on.”

Claire sat unmoving, staring distractedly at their hands together and trying not to notice that tingling sensation that seemed to develop whenever their skin came into contact. Trying not to get caught in the intense azure of his gaze which she was studiously ignoring. If she looked, she would say yes. Yes to anything he suggested or wanted. And it felt like too much, too soon.

“Jamie—” 

“Come. Please. I’d really love for ye to be there, Claire. Bring Geillis if ye like—I know Rupert would.”

“I don’t know.” Don’t do this. Don’t do this to me. “It seems complicated. I mean, you’re James bleeding rock-star Fraser and you seem all kinds of perfect. I can’t deny you’re attractive. That I’m attracted to you.” Just say it. “I’m drawn to you—this—whatever this is. But my head… it’s not there yet.”

Jamie’s thumb circled her palm, eliciting uninvited sparks. “And yer heart?”

Claire flushed red. “Oh, Jamie.”

“I’d like to try for it. As long as it takes. I’ll be here—you can have whatever you need from me. I’ll wait, Claire. I’ll stay.”

Hit on Me Chapter 3

A Kimax AU about pro fighting and amateur flirting ;)

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Kim was acting weirdly, and Max couldn’t seem to pinpoint what exactly was wrong with him. As they headed down the stairs to meet the two guests – which he assumed were going to be their future coworkers in some shape or form – Kim felt the need to clear his throat every few seconds, and he even tripped over his feet on their way out of The Booth.

Max was beginning to wonder if he was sick, or maybe he was having seasonal allergies? It wasn’t uncommon for people to develop throat problems during these months, since the pollen could be oppressive, but he couldn’t imagine what kind of malady could make someone so naturally athletic suddenly so clumsy. It was odd, and nothing in Max’s arsenal of information could figure it out.

Therefore, he reasoned that he should table the quandary for now until new data could be collected. Satisfied with that conclusion, he adjusted his glasses and walked up to meet the two new faces, Adela only a few feet in front of him and Kim lagging behind.

“I’m glad that you two were able to make it.” Adela said with a warm smile, coming to stand next to the two visitors, who by this point had left the ring to stand on the ground floor near the reporters’ table.

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tagged by the amazing @bisexuallaurellance  - thank you, Mina, my love.

rules: list the first lines of your last 20 stories (or however many you have altogether). see if there are any patterns. then, tag your favoUrite authors.

(Not sure if this means the actual first line or set of first lines. I’ll just post first line.)

It’s a twin thing.  (Smells Like Twin Spirit - Haikyuu!! )

When he’d first seen that name in his contacts, Seung-gil had scowled, then scrolled over to delete.   (Have We Got Contact? - Yuri on Ice)

‘Learning proper social skills and etiquette is important for skaters.’ - Mila had been told.  (a pinprick of light - Yuri on Ice)

There was an ache in his legs. (Small Blue Thing - Yuri on Ice - OtaYuri)

Raw or poached, Daichi wondered.  (Steppin’ Out - Haikyuu!! Daisuga parents)

Not all fairy tales end happily. (The Prince and the Soldier - Yuri on Ice - Yuri & Otabek)

The pork bones had been boiling for an hour now, steam escaping with a hiss through a trembling lid, and misting up the ice-cold windows.  (Sparks - Haikyuu!! AsaDaiSuga)

“You look distracted,” Victor murmured, draping his arms over Yuuri’s shoulders to pull him close.  (Another Year, Another Banquet - Yuri on Ice  Victuuri Yuuri & Phichit)

“That’s funny,” Daichi murmured, his lips gracing Suga’s palm, nuzzling his wrist. (The Showstopper - Haikyuu!! DaiSuga)

It was a backwards kind of love. (a backwards kind of love - Yuri on Ice - Victuuri)

She is one person in the city. (The Puppeteer - Shaderunners )

“Halloween party?”  (Decadent!  Haikyuu!! DaiSuga)

There is a distance about Akaashi Keiji that intrigues Chikara. (Sunrise. Haikyuu!! EnnoAkaa)

Kazu had a spring to his step. (The Top Five of Things Haikyuu!! KinoNari)

He winks with both eyes. (in the wink of an eye Yuri on Ice Victuuri)

The rickety-rack of the train on a track always had a soporific effect on the him.  (Like Diamonds in the Sky Haikyuu!! DaiSuga - please trust me on this. It might be an underworld fic, and there’s some angst, but happy endings are my lifeblood)

It was, surprisingly, Easton’s idea. (Dom O’Lantern Shaderunners)

Despite the sunny haze of the day, it was with a slouch and not a skip that Kenma stepped off the train.  (Buttercups Haikyuu!! KenHina)

“Whose idea was this?” Suga said, crossly slapping his hand on his arm to squash a midge. (Embers Haikyuu!! AsaDaiSuga)

The last storming row, that last breach of discipline (another crack at the new training route because damned if he’d let some rich kid take his crown) and the rush in which he’d packed together his meagre possessions, hadn’t weighed heavy on his mind. (Fly-Boy. Voltron Sheith (ish) Klance (ish) )

If I look back further than this, my opening sentences are generally longer, so starting with the choppy short opener is a fairly recent thing. IDK why, perhaps I think it’s more dramatic. But I’ve also been struggling more with writing - apart from Diamonds which I got completely caught up in - so maybe it’s indicative of that. 

tagging @thewindraiser @themorninglark @rinoa11 @museicaliteacup @memordes @pinkteabagarhut @anywayimnikki 

Titanic Jamie-Claire AU

Originally a post by @bonnie-wee-swordsman HERE , this one-shot:

It’s gone… it’s really gone… My teeth chattered as I bobbed in the water, feet pedalling as I desperately tried to keep my head above the lapping waves. The life belt cinched my waist, my arms afloat, but I was still treading water. The darkness was almost complete, save for the glimmer of faint arctic stars.

My hand was suddenly caught in a vise-like grip, and I turned to find myself facing Jamie, cutting through the frigid sea like a fish.

“Swim, Claire, I need ye to swim!” His voice, hoarse from the cold, was urgent in its appeal and shook me out of my stupor. His hands were on my back and I began to kick, arms pushing, not knowing where we were going, but certain that I’d be with Jamie.

Once we started moving, I began to notice all the other survivors. Bodies were everywhere, many attempting to stay afloat, others very still in the freezing waters. I focused on swimming, grateful for the lessons Uncle Lamb had insisted on. Grateful that he wanted me to have an education. Grateful that upon his passing, the inheritance I received from him enabled me to buy a ticket on a ship. Grateful that the ship had been the Titanic. Grateful that it had brought me to Jamie.

“Sassenach!” I turned and saw him clambering on a piece of wood paneling, adrift in the water. It was a large chunk from the wall of the dining room, I realized, having seen it every day for meals aboard the ship. I paddled towards it, and felt Jamie’s strong grip on my arms as I pulled myself onto the wood.

We collapsed next to each other, holding on for warmth and comfort. My teeth continued to rattle like dice in a cup and I shook all over. Jamie was much the same, his blue eyes dark in the night.

“J-J-Jamie,” I stammered, “the lifeboats. They have to come back!” The voices of the people in the water were frightful, calling for help, loved ones, salvation. The din was eerie in the North Atlantic dark.

“I’m not sure they will, Sassenach.” His tone was grim. “They pulled awa’ from the suction, but they may be too afraid tae come back. They’d be afeard of being swamped by the rest.” His hands chafed at my arms, trying futilely to warm them.

“Who will come, then?”

“I do not know, but until someone does, I’m here with you, Claire. You must believe that.” Jamie’s cold lips brushed mine.

“You jump, I jump, remember?” I smiled at the memory. Taking advantage of the ship’s speed, I had stepped onto the railing and loosened my hair, the curly mass blowing behind me. It had felt like flying, until the red-headed Scot had seen me and erroneously assumed I was trying to jump off the ship.

“Nae, miss! Don’t do it!” He had grabbed me by the waist and yanked back, both of us collapsing onto the deck.

“What are you doing, you great oaf!” I had yelled, slapping his hands away. They withdrew as though burned, and I was suddenly eye to eye with the most beautiful man I had ever seen.

“Nothing’s so bad that can’t be fixed, miss, I swear to ye. Life’s too great a gift to throw away.” His face was earnest, concerned.

“I agree,” I replied huffily, rising and brushing off the salt spray from my skirt. “I wasn’t going to jump, I was enjoying a moment!” I turned to walk away, but not before he clasped my hand and I whirled around. He raised it to his lips and kissed it gently - bright red curls brushed against my skin.

“You jump, I jump.” He had attempted a wink but both eyes closed, making him look like an owl. “I’m Jamie, by the way.”

“Claire Beauchamp.” I smiled, and fell for him all at once.

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“You still live at home?” Tim asks but then wants to slap himself. What happened to the manners his parents taught him? Dick thankfully doesn’t seem bothered by his question.

“Yeah, until I find a decent place around here anyways. I was in Bludhaven for a while but I moved back in to be closer to work and my girlfriend. Plus, our dad was completely hopeless at dealing with the other brats without me.” He winks at Tim, or tries to. Both eyes end up closing in an overexaggerated blink towards Tim.

“Oh that’s, uh, cool.” Is all Tim can think to say to that. “Are you driving me to your office or…” He trails off, eyeing their cars doubtfully. It doesn’t seem logical but it’s the only reason he can think of for Dick to be waiting for him in his driveway.

“Nope, we’re actually doing an in-home visit today!”

“A what?” Tim asks, feeling a pit of dread form in his stomach.

“It’s part of my job to come check out your living situation,” Dick explains, voice taking a softer tone as he notices Tim’s confusion. “It was in the packet I sent home with you and your parents at the hospital.”

The City is Mine: Ch.2

Genre: gang au, angst, smut (eventually)

Character Profiles: AOMG | The Outsiders | The 88′s  (Please read these and the Prologue before you begin!)

Chapters: Prologue1234 /?

“The City is Mine” Ravi Open


Don Mills. Don Mills. DON MILLS. You repeated the name in your head over and over again, recording it to memory to ensure you wouldn’t forget it, not that you could even if you tried.

“Don Mills”, you breathed breathlessly, your orby orbs oogling the man wobbling in front of you drunkenly.

I’M DON MILLS!!!”, he yelled in agreement as he beat his bare, hairy chest with his clenched up fists. In all of your pathetic life you had never seen a sight more glorious. He was so raw, so primal, so animalistic, and you couldn’t stop thinking about how good it would feel for one of those sticky fists to be inside you, pounding a rhythm into your vagina like a sex bongo.

Once he had finished you stared into his dreamy, glazed over eyes, more beautiful than any night sky or doughnut, and whispered your name back, “Hello Don Mills, I’m Y/N”

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“You still live at home?” Tim asks but then wants to slap himself. What happened to the manners his parents taught him? Dick thankfully doesn’t seem bothered by his question.

“Yeah, until I find a decent place around here anyways. I was in Bludhaven for a while but I moved back in to be closer to work and my girlfriend. Plus our dad was completely hopeless at dealing with the other brats without me.” He winks at Tim, or tries to. Both eyes end up closing in an over exaggerated blink towards Tim.

“Oh that’s, uh, cool.” Is all Tim can think to say to that. “Are you driving me to your office or…” He trails off, eyeing their cars doubtfully. It doesn’t seem logical but it’s the only reason he can think of for Dick to be waiting for him in his driveway.

“Nope, we’re actually doing an in-home visit today!”

“A what?” Tim asks, feeling a pit of dread form in his stomach.

“It’s part of my job to come check out your living situation,” Dick explains, voice taking a softer tone as he notices Tim’s confusion. “It was in the packet I sent home with you and your parents at the hospital.”

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Dolph Ziggler/OC. For Anon: Really smutty Dolph Ziggler one where you’re spending a quiet day at his place (he’s your ex but you had a mutual breakup due to you not being with the wwe), watching movies, playing video games when he turns to you and tells you he still has feelings for you and now you’re both with the WWE, maybe you can get back together and smut? Then the next day, your friend Nattie asks where you were the night before and you try to make up an excuse until Dolph comes up behind you and wraps his arms round you.

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