rubber ducky your the one

anonymous asked:

I dreamed a dream about Batman. He was drugged, and it had become suddenly Very Clear and Important that he ask Superman to marry him. It's a good plan and so naturally goes to bake Clark a cake. Just as he finishes J'onn comes in the kitchen and wants a slice. Batman is worried that J'onn will read his mind, and has to keep up awful small talk with someone who does NOT have dream logic while also aggressively singing 'rubber duckie youre the one!' so that J'onn wont read his mind. a nightmare

it would be the worst and most digusting cake and the fact that j’onn thinks it looks appetizing should be the #1 most obvious sign of this fact

Daveed Diggs Imagine - 1

Kisses and Cuddles? Kisses and Cuddles.

Warnings: None, just fluff

A/N- Extremely short and probably bad but please give it a shot. Just something I wrote when I was bored, and maybe listening to the Rubber Duckie song.

“Daveed? Can you come here?” You laughed. He came into your room to see you watching the Sesame Street video again. He shut your laptop. “Hey!”

He spun you around. “Why were you watching that horrible thing…..again?”

“Because it’s my two favorite things! You and rubber ducks.” You stood on your tip toes and kissed his nose. “Rubber duckie, you’re the one! You make bathtime lots of fun!” You sang. He rolled his eyes, so you continued. “Rubber duckie, I’m awfully fond of you!” 

He laughed a little before saying, “What do I need to do for you to stop?”

“Kisses and cuddles?”

He picked you bridal style and kissed your forehead, “Kisses” -kiss- “and” -kiss- “Cuddles.” -kiss.- He plopped you down on the couch and wrapped his arm around you. “What do you want to do now?” He said with a suggestive look.

“No. ONLY kisses and cuddles. Okay?” He nodded and kissed the top of your head. You tilted his head down and pecked his lips. “But we can watch Netflix. Or Sesame Street.”

He kissed you again and then said, “I’m never listening to that song again. Netflix it is! But first, you have to kiss me again.”

“I’m not going to complain about that.” You whispered before connecting your lips to his again then pulling away. “I wuv you Daveed.”

“I wuv you, too. By the way, Y/N, I hate the word ‘wuv’.”