i want to wallpaper the back of my eyelids with this picture

anonymous asked:

ohhh tim prompts maybe tim getting used to the idea that bruce is alive again?? maybe bruce realizing that tim had a hard time™ in the past months?

Thank you for this lovely prompt! I love Bruce & Tim hurt/comfort or fluff so this was a lot of fun to write. 

A black envelope peaks out from between the rest of his boring mail. Tim inspects it carefully; weightier than a letter, probably an invitation, his name printed across the front in silver cursive: Timothy Drake-Wayne. Formal, impersonal. No address: hand delivered. He slits the top carefully, shakes out a single piece of card stock.

Bruce Wayne cordially invites you to attend…

He blinks, scans the rest of the invitation with a frown. Party, Wayne Manor, black tie, the twenty-third, six-thirty p.m. A note, written on the back in Alfred’s neat print: You don’t visit as much as you should. Excuses will not be accepted. We look forward to seeing you.

Tim sighs, pins the invitation to the fridge so he doesn’t forget, and goes to check whether he still has a tuxedo that fits. 

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Baekhyun; Selfish Together

 can you write a scenario where baekhyun leaves you bc he thought it would be better for you to be w/o him but you both couldnt be w/o each other and tried finding one another 
❝Ah, it’s shorter than I imagined and I didn’t know why I made it short but… sorry! HERE IT IS I HOPE YOU STILL LOVE IT
►2015 words (omgiknow), scenario | slight angst, fluff

It has been… three days? Youweren’t too sure on how long it has been but all you could tell that eachsecond that went by felt tormenting, it felt too painful and it was too hardfor you to breathe. It was so agonizing to wake up each morning, despite it being only a few, they were enough to kill you mentally as it ate you alive as each minute, second that ticked by—hurtful and it felt like there was a big crack in your heart ever since that day.

It was normal, or at least, you thought it was.

Baekhyun was going to leave for his flight at the end of the week and… a few days before it, he had did something that had definitely taken a toll on you since you never, ever saw it coming. Maybe if he said it to your face, maybe if he actually had the guts to come to your doorstep to break down the news, maybe things would’ve ended differently. Maybe if he showed his face and maybe if he saw your face, hear your cries, watch your tears, breathe in the same room as you… maybe he wouldn’t have left the way he did.

You find yourself sitting by the window, his favorite spot to embrace you whenever he stayed the night. He’d wrap his arms around you from behind, you seated in between his legs as he cocooned you in, keeping you warm as you both would share a kiss or two, crack a jokes too many until you both would clutch onto your stomach from the pain because being with one another was more than just happiness. It was pure joy, contentment and it felt like you had finally found the missing piece to the puzzle in your heart, in your life.

It was so complete—and it wasn’t necessarily perfect but it was everything you could’ve ever asked for.

Who knew he would’ve broken down the promises he made. Who knew he would put the sword down to the battle of love you both shared, who knew he would take off his bright and shining armor, laying it on the ground to say his goodbye.

Who knew he would wake up one day and tell you, he didn’t love you anymore.

It wasn’t fair and heck, you knew it wasn’t what you wanted—not when you felt this much pain that it was physically painful.

Yet, you sat here, looking out the window where you could easily see the busy streets despite the sky crying, wetting the streets, leaving small puddles here and there as well as trickles of droplets on your glass window. What felt worse was that ever since the text message you’ve received, you weren’t able to get him off your mind. No matter how many chick flicks you’d watch, how many ice cream tubs you’ve emptied with a spoon, the number of boxes of tissues you’d waste—it wasn’t enough to bring your happiness back like how you had when you were with Baekhyun.

Nothing could ever replace Baekhyun.

As your eyes locked on a couple, hands laced together with happiness, you’ve had enough. You stood up from the seat, a bit wobbly and unstable but you were firm enough to reach for your phone, ready to give Baekhyun a piece of your mind. He had said his piece, through a text but you have yet to say your share. Your fingers shakily managed to unlock it, staring at your wallpaper after since that day. You weren’t able to look at it because of the picture set as the first thing you’d see once you unlocked your phone—God, you’ve missed his—focus!

By the time you wanted to dial his number you’ve memorized by heart, a call, first thing you’d see once you unlocked your phone—God, you’ve missed his—focus!

By the time you wanted to dial his number you’ve memorized by heart, a call, Chanyeol had popped up on your screen with three selections you could choose from to do with the call. Of course, without hesitation, you tapped on the one on the far left before placing the phone by your ear, “Y-Yes?”

“C-Can you come here? I need to talk to you.”

“W-Why? Is something wrong?”

“Just come here,” Chanyeol breathed out on the other end, his voice almost pleading you to do so, “Please.”

With the shoving of your phone into your pocket and keys rushed in your hands, you were out of the door.

As you nervously jabbed on the floor number, you tapped your foot impatiently on the floor, hands behind on the railing as you waited for the elevator to move up—if only it could move faster…! Your eyes were closed but they opened when you heard a ‘ding’. Your eyelids peel opened, gaining back your vision once more before you’d step out. However, before you could do so, your eyes met with a pair that you never expected to see.

“B-Baek…” You breathed out with the last breath you held in your lungs, hands suddenly sweaty as your heart thumped rapidly against your chest—what was he doing here?”

He licked his lips that suddenly went dry, his heart racing as he stood there, fidgeting with his fingers before they moved to grasp onto the hem of his jacket, “W-What are you doing here?”

You suddenly felt the cold side of your heart take over, your eyes nearly giving him a look that could cut his heart, “I asked you that first.

He pressed his lips together, his heart nearly cracking when he heard the tone in your voice. If it wasn’t pain, if it wasn’t hurt, if it didn’t show that you were crestfallen because of what he did, he didn’t know what would it be. He gazed down to see your hands clenched into fists, shaking as if you weren’t able to stand to see him any further. He could’ve sworn that you were going to ram past him but what you did had him catching his breath, eyes going wide as you reached out for him.

His arms naturally held onto you, returning your hug as you both stood by the side of the elevator before it dinged shut and moved on to anyone else to use.

“Why?” You could only whisper, feeling your heart about to crush if you were to hear the words you dreaded to hear.

I fell in love with someone else.


I don’t love you anymore…

It was either one and you didn’t know if you were able to take it. All he did was try to breathe, holding you in despite his words in his text message.

I don’t want this anymore—you…and me… I think it’s best we stay apart—I’m breaking up with you.

The harsh words recalled in your mind, reminding you of how he truly was through that one text he sent to you. He wouldn’t even reply your messages then on after, he wouldn’t answer any of your calls and he was stubborn to not keep in contact with you anymore. He was too selfish, too cruel that you could’ve sworn that you heard him flinch when you leaned away from his embrace, revealing your true state with the tears trickling down your cheeks.

He licked his lips once more, his hands lingering by your sides as he wanted to hold onto you so badly, “B-Bee…”

“I won’t ask again, Byun Baekhyun,” Your voice was icy cold, colder on the days he’d share with you a blanket, cold enough to freeze his beating heart. His hands helplessly fell to his sides, his eyes weakly keeping contact with yours, “I-I thought it was for the best—“

“For what best?” You exasperatedly sighed, eyes closing because you couldn’t stand to look at him any longer—how was this for the best?

“Because I’m always not around!” He raised his voice, making you wince as your eyes opened once more to see that fiery gaze in his eyes. It was as if he—

“Do you think I like it when I leave you for my career? Do you think I enjoy thinking that you’d be alone, here, waiting for me whenever I come back I’d only stay for only a few weeks before I’d leave again?” He was breathless by the time he finished a few sentences, his chest heaving up and down as he raked a hand through his hair, eyes looking away for a moment before they fixed on you once more, “I felt so bad, so horrible of myself that… I thought it was time I stopped being selfish…” His tone changed, it grew weaker, shallower, “I thought it was best that… I allowed you to love someone else…”

His eyes closed, a tear rolling down as he hurriedly reached to wipe it away before you’d see, but you had already seen it from the moment it seeped through his eyes, “Someone who deserve your love…”

He had expected you to leave, he had expected you to kick him somewhere where it hurts, he had expected you to curse at him, hit him and tell him you’d never want to see him again but what you did… well, it was partially what he had expected.

“You idiot…” You sniffed, gathering the strength to speak. His eyes meekly looked into yours and he bit his lower lip to hide the frown threatening to form.

“Where’s my say in this?” You questioned, knowing he wouldn’t have an answer when his lips parted just to seal once more. “Isn’t a relationship based on the input of two people?” You asked, taking a step closer, framing his cheeks just to brush the under of his eyes with your thumbs—although you were the one shedding more tears, you figured he needs it more than you did. He mirrored you, swiping your tears away as his eyes closed to appreciate the warm feeling of your skin on his skin… how much he has missed this.

“Why can’t we talk things out instead? Why didn’t you come to me instead of…breaking up with me?” You questioned with a softer tone, your words easily entering his ears, mending his heart as his eyes opened to meet with your gaze that was suddenly so strong, so near, so loving that he felt the tears welling up in his eyes once more.

“I didn’t want to be selfish, I… I couldn’t,” He rasped, choking on his words when he let the tears trickle down, “I’ve seen how you are when you’re lonely, how you cry when I’m not around and… I hate that—I hate causing all of that,” He shook his head with a sigh, “I just wanted you to be happy.”

“But I’m only happy when I’m with you,” You confessed, leaning up to touch foreheads, “You’re breaking us both if you do this…”

A few seconds, to minutes had passed by just staring into your eyes despite the blurry sight he had because of his tears. He blinked them away, eyes focusing onto yours as his arms moved down, sliding around your waist as he held you nearer—this was something only he could do, only he could do it this way, to you. He hugged you close, chest to chest, heart to heart as he whispered into your ear, “I guess I’m going to be selfish,”

“You’re not the only one,” You assured him, arms snaking around his neck to bring him closer despite the small gap between you two.

“I’m sorry,” He said delicately, his words sinking into your heart when he added, “I love you,”

With a smile and a much relieved heart, you knew that no matter what came in between, whatever that tried to push you two apart, it wouldn’t matter as long as you both didn’t give up on one another. Your arms tugged around him tighter, your voice sincere as you whispered back, “I love you too.”

You both didn’t know if it was Chanyeol’s doing behind this but you could only thank him for doing so.

Maybe Chanyeol was useful after all.

Sleep (Too) Tight- a Leopika Fanfic

“Look, share the bed, Kurapika,” he insisted. “It’s just for one night.” What was Kurapika’s problem anyway? It’s wasn’t like Leorio had a drooling problem, or that he snored… “Do I stink or something?” he wondered out loud, glaring at the cheesy picture of a barn on the opposite wall as if it was the problem (who knew, maybe it was). “Geez you’re picky,” he added as a mumble.

“That’s not the issue!” Kurapika said sharply, and Leorio looked up to see that the younger man was clenching his fists. He continued in a more controlled voice, “This has nothing to do with you.” The other boy was staring at the floor with an expression that indicated that either a) he was really upset or b) he hated the peach-colored carpet way more than Leorio did. Leorio was banking on the former.

I keep forgetting to put this on here even though I already put it on Ao3 and Fanfiction, but, uh, here’s a fic about Kurapika secretly being a sleep-cuddler under the cut. Rated T for occasional swearing, mostly.

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His Town

I’m still working on more Thomas fic (and another fun TAU-project) but I was really in the mood for some Transcendence-era fic…


His Town

There was a pronounced odour of incontinent cats mixed in with artificial pine scent.

Yergh. Scented candles.

“Ẉ̦̙̜̯̰̤̔̽̃͑͝H̖ͯͥ̌ͪ͗ͮ̚͞Ỏ̻̥̗ͧ̂̊̿ͬ͋ ̙̝ͩD̨͓̳̱̉̍͛̽ͪ͛A̮͍̱̋̈́̈ͫͥ̚ͅR̺͓̘͎̳͍͋̓̌ͣ͐Ȩ̮̤ͫ̿S͓͇̥͎̬͇̳ ̒̌̇ͨ͠S̩̥͚̜̩̕U̼̯͈̫̫̯͒̈̇M̹͔̟͖̳̩̺ͨͥ͐M̋̀͛̅Ṑ̃͒N͈͈̙̙͕̺̩ͧ̌͂͑̌̒̋́ ̟͉͓̻̄͂͆͋͆̃̚A͕̜͓ͨͩ̍̋͒̈͞L̬̜̐̾̊̿C͚̱̲̺̞͇Oͨͨ͏̮͚R̷̺͖̄ͬ̇ͬͦ ̧͔̗̺̂ͥT̘̝͉̜H̷̱̰̱͓͇̟ͯ̌̏ͬͬE͊͊̂ͧ ̗͈̮̭͖͚͎ͯ̃̉ͫ͢Ḏ͎̊̆̆R̞̥͍͕E͈̱ͬ̓͋̈́ͮ̋ͅA͂̈́͒̒̀̚͞M̩ͨ͒͡B̥̄ͯ̀E̛̺̹̪̝̤̙͒N̥̜̹ͭͮ̀̓̃̂D͍͖ͥͮ̂̈ͨ͂͜E͓̘̳͈͔̲R̡̉?̥̳͍̤̺̃̈̈́ͅ”

“Oh silly, it’s me! Susan!”

That wasn’t the reaction Dipper usually got when he made his grand entrance. He waved a hand to clear the smoke and now he could see the pink wallpaper. The embroidered flowers on the pillow. The many, many pictures of cats - and a wicker basket that for some reason seemed to be filled with doll parts. The chintzy couch had been moved aside to make room for the summoning circle.

Lazy Susan beamed at him.

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Work It Out

the long awaited sequel to The First Days Of Spring! go read that first if you haven’t already.

based on the album “Work It Out” by the always brilliant Lucy Rose.

word count: 5,3k

excerpt: It’s a quarter past two at night and I can’t do this, not at this time, not like this. Your spelling is still impeccable, which means you can’t be that drunk, but just enough to think that this is a good idea. I shut my phone off.

For You

If I’m gonna work hard, for you
And if I’m gonna take my time, for you
If it’s gonna be now, for you
Where do I go from here?

* * *

As soon as you walk through the door, I want to run away.

The coffeeshop is small and a bit grimy, but neither of us has been here before. It’s a safe place. We have no memories here.

In the two seconds it takes for you to spot me, all oxygen is drained out of my body, leaving my lungs screaming and aching. You lift your hand in greeting, letting the door fall shut behind you.

I close my eyes, lightning flashing across the backs of my eyelids. I can’t feel my hands anymore, I can’t feel my feet against the floor or the seat underneath me. All that’s left is my heart pounding in my ears.

When I open my eyes, you’re right in front of me, shrugging your jacket off. It’s June, but outside London is more autumn than summer. The air nipped at my cheeks as I walked here, my hands turning a faint shade of blue. The tea I ordered to warm them up is already getting cold.

I watch your hands as you hang your jacket over the chair. They look the same. Your shoulders look the same, too. And your collarbones. The only thing about you that doesn’t look the same is your lips, but maybe I’m imagining things.

“I’ll just go buy a coffee, okay?”

I nod and you head back towards the counter, your neck pale above your dark sweater.

There has to be a way out. Somewhere I can hide, somewhere I can disappear. A toilet I can escape to, a wallpaper I could melt into, pretend I never really came.

But it’s too late. You’re already here. I’m already wounded.

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take me away | an orphan black fanfiction (day six)

delphine and cosima on the road post-s2. [ao3] [playlist

the final day. in which cosima seems very small, and they smoke on a hotel balcony and drive into the city late at night. to be followed up with an epilogue.

warnings: illness & death as usual, minor drug use

day one | day two | day three | day four | day five | epilogue

The world comes into view slowly, darker than expected: small static-ridden TV, peeling wallpaper imprinted with shadowy pictures of cacti in terracotta pots, a dark mass of luggage piled in the corner. It takes Delphine a moment to realize what is missing. She draws herself out of bed and goes to the sliding doors, pushes aside the blackout curtains and sees: Cosima on the balcony, languid, leaning against the railing. She has a joint between her fingers and as Delphine watches she opens her mouth to exhale smoke into the morning air. The sunrise is beginning behind her, a soft orange-pink glow at the horizon.

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