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starrystevie · 8 months

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for the incredible lex (@thefreakandthehair) in celebration of her big day! wishing you both all the happiness that this next chapter of your lives can bring you <3

as music and laughter poured out through the open back doors, steve and eddie were standing in the shadows, hands entwined and rings knocking together. there was a breeze whipping through the night air that always came with september, pushing up goosebumps on their skin under their department store suit jackets as it coursed over them.

"getting kind of chilly," eddie muttered, knocking his shoulder into steve's like it would give them the motivation to walk into their reception. he could hear robin in there singing something, no doubt a love song to nancy, and tried to tune it out so he could focus on the palm that was warming his. on the calm before the storm that was the rest of their goddamn lives.

"i kind of like it out here," steve replied with an easy smile, squeezing his hand once and then twice. "it's quiet. we get to just be us for one more second."

eddie shuffled impossibly closer, grin of his own pulling his cheeks up. "we can't hide here forever, sweetheart. gotta go dance so i can show off my new husband."

steve shifted the perfect amount so that he could press his lips to eddie's and wrap his free arm around his waist, pulling their chests together. eddie hummed deep in his throat and brought a hand up to thread into the back of steve's hair.

"you just want to go in to try and convince jonathan to play different music," he murmured against eddie's lips before kissing him once more. eddie pulled back and gave steve a look of mock indignation.

"me? never. you'd think getting married would stop the slanderous lies and accusations but even the holy sanctity of our union isn't enough to-"

steve tipped his head back in a laugh. eddie watched him like he was made of stardust.

"it's not even official in the eyes of the church, you drama queen."

with a tug that wiped the smirk off steve's face, eddie brought their foreheads together, releasing the hand that was tangled with steve's so he could curl it around his waist to bring them flush together. their eyes shut on instinct to be in the moment, to feel the night and feel each other. and just like it had been for the last five years of them being a them, the air that was dancing in their lungs was shared.

"yet," eddie whispered. he felt steve take in a shaking breath, the exhale making the curls around his cheeks flutter. "not official... yet."

steve tilted his head up, knocking their noses together gently, before opening his eyes. his eyelashes lightly brushed against eddie's skin and his fingers were trailing under his suit jacket to press against eddie's back, warmth seeping through his shirt and onto steve's palm.

brown eyes met brown eyes and it sparked through them like an oath in and of itself. they were matched in height, matched in eye color, matched in all the superficial ways that didn't matter. but they were mirrors of each other in the way that soulmates end up with different types of scars patched up by each other, with laughs that mesh together in harmony, with hearts that learned how to beat in time.

"i know, baby. when we..." steve started quietly, his lips still close enough to eddie's that he was tempted to pepper even more kisses onto them. "when it's official, it's not going to change this moment. you are my husband, mine. no slip of paper is changing that, you hear me?"

'husband' rang through the night clear as a bell, the trees blowing in the breeze like a celebratory dance for the two of them. the song inside changed to something softer and as it bled into their backyard, the two started up a dance of their own. it was easy to sway back and forth while looking in each other's eyes, not even picking up their feet like they were afraid of being swept off them if they did.

"i always hear you, stevie," eddie whispered.

eventually they'd go inside. eventually they'd eat the food that joyce made for them all and eventually cut into the cake that steve bought and eventually dance in the living room with the family that they made for themselves. eventually they'd cart the ones who could drive into their cars and eventually sit on the couch with wayne for a blessing of his own and eventually fall into bed like they've done a thousand times but this time with extra gold on their hands.

but right there, in the backyard with the trees dancing alongside them, they got to breathe, celebrating a day meant just for them and their matching heartbeats. they got to be steve and eddie just as they were made to be: for each other.

#it's not much because i am crazy busy with work and bb but will use any excuse to write wedding sappiness #seriously the biggest of congrats to lex on this exciting day!!! thank you for letting me celebrate by writing pure sappy fluff #my writing #steve harrington #eddie musnon #steddie #steddie headcanon #steddie drabble #steddie ficlet #steddie fluff

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oliversrarebooks · 4 months

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Alexander's Sweet Dream Part 3: Alexander's Christmas

Not all vampires celebrate the holidays that humans do, especially the religious ones, but some still choose to hold on to the ceremonies they loved when they were human.

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TW: mind control, kidnapping, disordered eating, blood drinking, mentions of restraints and muzzles

Lex's stomach was twisting and churning.

He could smell it, smell that impossibly delicious blood just out of reach. He could smell it even past the stench of leather and sweat from the muzzle sealing his mouth shut. He wasn't sure what was wrapped thickly around his limbs, if it was chains or rope or purely mental bonds, but he knew that it was keeping his relief from him.

"Alexander."

His sire. He tried to staunch the flow of tears rolling down his cheeks and dripping off the muzzle onto the floor, tried to kneel and bow in perfect posture before his limbs were forced into place. His body protested, weak from hunger and lack of rest. Just get through one more night, he told himself. One more night, and he might be fed.

He couldn't take it any more, but it didn't matter how much he thought he couldn't take it any more. He was entirely at his sire's mercy. No escape. No respite.

"Lex."

His head was swimming, confused. That wasn't right. That wasn't his sire's voice. That was Fitz. He was here too, as trapped as he was.

It was all his fault.

"Lex. Wake up, love."

His eyes snapped open.

He wasn't restrained, wasn't muzzled. He was tangled in fine silk sheets in his own bed. The burning hunger dissipated into a low ache. And Fitz was here, resting comfortably next to him with concern in his eyes.

"You were having a nightmare," said Fitz. "I thought I should wake you."

"Thanks." Lex tried to steady himself back in reality. His sire was dust, he'd seen to it himself. Never again would he feel the sickening tug of his sire's power turning his body against him. Never again would he be confined to a cell for weeks on end with no blood. Never again would he take Lex's most precious thrall and render him broken. "Sorry. That was a bad one. It seems I've taken all of the bedclothes."

Fitz laughed. "You're hardly responsible for what you do while you sleep," he said, resting his head on Lex's shoulder. "You were calling out for blood again."

Lex pushed a hand through his unruly hair. "I suppose I must be hungry," he said, as his stomach twisted with need at the thought of blood. "But it's only been..."

"A few days, which is normal for a vampire. Isn't it?" Fitz had one hand idly playing with Lex's hair while the other fiddled with his hand, the touch soothing and familiar. "Your sire and his rules are gone for good. I'll remind you of that as many times as it takes."

"I do realize that, but..."

"Your sire and his rules are gone," said Fitz, more insistently. "Hell, I need to hear that just as much as you do."

Lex didn't miss the fear flashing through Fitz's eyes. "He's gone, forever. We're safe," he agreed.

"Right. And we have two top-notch, impeccably conditioned, and eager thralls between the two of us. There's plenty of blood. Plenty of blood for you to drink your fill."

He ached with desire, and felt a bit ridiculous. Fitz was right, after all. Oliver could spare the blood. There was no longer any reason to go hungry and deny himself. He didn't need to practice going without, to carefully ration his meals as though starvation could set in at any moment.

And even though the bedroom was on the third floor, well away from the areas the thralls occupied, Lex could practically smell Oliver's rich, delicious blood.

And something else...

"The thralls must be making dinner."

"Well, yes, it's Christmas Eve," said Fitz.

"Oh, it is, isn't it?" Lex took a deeper breath and found he could smell it more clearly: roast goose with bread and oyster stuffing, boiling potatoes, squash baking with cinnamon and spices, cranberry sauce. Fitz's thrall Roger had proposed the idea of an elaborate Christmas dinner several weeks ago, Oliver had enthusiastically agreed, and of course the two vampires couldn't deny their precious thralls such a reasonable request. They'd been given a generous allowance with which to buy whatever groceries were required, and had returned with cold-stung faces, heavy bags, and bright smiles.

The scent of the meal was enough even to awaken Lex's greatly diminished tastes for human food. It reminded him of when he was a boy, making himself a nuisance in the kitchen and tugging at maids' skirts to plead for a taste of the desserts, memories nearly forgotten and rarely disturbed.

"Perhaps, then, I'll take my meal after Oliver has had his chance to eat dinner and make merry," said Lex. "It's only right that we should both enjoy our Christmas Eve."

"That's the spirit!"

"As loathe as I am to leave the comfort of the bed, we should join in the festivities," said Lex.

"I suppose I wouldn't mind that either," said Fitz, reaching for a flannel dressing gown.

The smell of goose and cranberry and spice grew much stronger as Lex made his way down the manor stairs towards the kitchen. Many of the gas lamps in the first and second floors had been lit, giving the often gloomy manor a more cheery aura. A bright paper garland had been wrapped around the balconies, a potted poinsettia taking up residence near the front door. There was laughter coming from the kitchen.

"Oh, good evening, masters! And merry Christmas!" Oliver was stirring a bubbling something on the stove. He was wearing a bright red sweater and a practical brown apron covered in flour spots.

"Season's greetings, sirs!" Roger was sitting at the kitchen table, also decked in a bright red sweater.

"Merry Christmas," said Lex, drawing nearer to his thrall. Despite the competing scents in the kitchen, he could still smell the enticing undertone of Oliver's blood. He was glad Fitz talked him into feeding. He couldn't bear to go another night without it.

"Master...?" said Oliver, his eyes going dazed. He put down the wooden spoon he was holding and turned to Lex, tilting his head and exposing his neck. "Would you like to drink?"

Oh, hell, that was hard to resist. Lex gathered all of his willpower to reel his desire back in, snapping his fingers near Oliver's ear and patting him on the head. "Not yet, Oliver, although I appreciate the offer. But if I drink from you now, you'd ruin your cooking."

"I suppose, sir," said Oliver, eyes traveling reluctantly back towards the stove.

"Later, after we've exchanged gifts and had our festivities, that's when I'll drink, if that pleases you," he said, as if he didn't already know the answer.

"Yes, master, that sounds perfect!" said Oliver. It was such a delight to have a thrall so enthusiastic for each feeding, especially one with such high quality blood. The perfect addition to the household -- even conditioning him had taken so little effort.

And as Oliver and Roger bustled to finish Christmas dinner and set it all up at the kitchen table, Fitz lightly teasing them and getting in the way, Lex felt truly grateful. He couldn't imagine any vampire living better than this.

His sire was dust and couldn't harm him any more, couldn't prevent him from filling his nights with music and reading and the company of his lover and his thralls. And just as importantly, his sire hadn't succeeded in turning Lex into a bitter, dissatisfied copy of himself. Oliver wasn't held here by cruelty. He was healthy and happy, the sadness and distance in his eyes from when he'd first been captured fading away as he learned where he'd belonged.

And Fitz was healing, too, his smiles coming easier. He laughed as he pulled Lex out of his thoughts and over to the table. Lex rarely ate human food, but he amused himself with a few bites along with a glass of wine.

More wine was brought into the music room, where a few wrapped presents had been set near the bench, including one suspiciously large and lumpy one wrapped in parcel paper and tied with a red bow. "I'd like to go last," said Fitz, leaning on Lex's shoulder. "Why don't we give the thralls their presents first?"

Lex agreed, and pulled the first of the presents from the pile -- soft cashmere scarves, a traditional gift for thralls. Oliver's was a deep green and Roger's a bright red, and Lex was delighted by Oliver's expression as he wrapped the scarf around his tender neck.

Next, Lex produced his personal gift to Oliver, who carefully removed the paper with nary so much as a tear and set it aside. His eyes lit up once more at the sight of the antique but well-preserved book. It was a tome on fae culture written by a sixteenth-century witch who had extensive dealings with the fair folk. This volume was highly regarded and not particularly rare among the supernatural, but it was unknown to humans, and this copy was in especially fine condition. Lex knew that the subject matter and presentation would appeal to his beloved thrall, and he was correct -- Oliver's eyes went wide as saucers as he reverently turned the pages to the many interesting illustrative plates.

"I have a present for you, too, sir," said Oliver, handing over a wrapped parcel that was very obviously a book. "Merry Christmas, Master."

"Thank you," said Lex, with a fond ruffle of Oliver's hair. Vampires generally didn't expect presents from their thralls, but Oliver was afforded a generous amount of both money and autonomy, and so capable of producing this pleasant surprise. Lex unwrapped the present to discover --

"It's a book on outer space, sir -- a new human book, with the latest scientific theories, and pictures from the most advanced telescopes," Oliver explained. "I thought since you enjoy stargazing, you might like a different perspective on the stars."

"It's perfect," said Lex, and meant it, running his hand over the silver embossed cover. It was exactly the kind of thing he would never think to purchase for himself, but which his perceptive human knew he would enjoy. A different perspective, indeed. "Thank you very much, Oliver. I'll treasure it."

Oliver beamed with the satisfaction of having pleased his master.

Nearby, Roger was giving Fitz a set of unusually large, gold-backed playing cards. "Something you can use in your act, sir."

"Oh, yes, this is ideal," said Fitz, dramatically fanning the cards and shuffling them back together. "Excellent taste. But I would expect no less from you."

"They're awfully flashy, sir," said Oliver.

Fitz's grin was enormous. "Aren't they just?"

"When you've finished admiring the new cards, I have your present as well," said Lex. He was still nervous that Fitz would like it, as though he was a schoolboy in the grip of first love and not a vampire who had lived far too long already.

Fitz pulled the beautiful gold pocket watch from the parcel. It was made with the finest Swiss clockwork and embossed with an intricate pattern of flowers and leaves.

"Another prop for your act, I suppose," said Lex nonchalantly.

"It's far more than that. It's absolutely gorgeous," said Fitz, and Lex could see the watch reflected in his eyes as he dangled it in front of his face. He looked genuinely moved -- not in his usual performative way. "I'll treasure this."

"I'm glad you --" Lex felt his mouth stopped with a kiss, and he leaned into it, the cold lips soft and willing.

No, it truly couldn't get any better than this.

They might've stayed pressed together forever, Fitz's hands running along Lex's back, if it weren't for a loud cough from Roger. Even so, Fitz never cared about engaging in displays of affection in front of the thralls -- but tonight, he clearly had something else in mind.

"My present to you! You haven't opened it yet," said Fitz. "Go on, go on!"

Lex laughed at his eagerness, removing the ribbon and paper from the -- "A hand-cranked gramophone," said Lex, admiring the fine wood and shining bronze horn.

"I know you've said that live music is better than anything a wax disc can produce, and I do agree, but this will allow us to dance together while the thralls handle the music," said Fitz. He reached under one of the chairs, producing a few records that he'd apparently hidden there. "Let's try it out."

"I don't see why not."

Fitz put a record on the machine and instructed Roger on operating it, then pulled Lex to a standing position as the gramophone flickered to life and began to play a lively waltz. Fitz took the lead, as he always had, guiding Lex across the music room floor with a smile on his face and effortless grace in his steps.

And for a moment, Lex could almost imagine that they were both human, young and warm and so in love.

"You're beautiful," said Lex, as Fitz swept him across the floor.

"Indeed. We both are. We're practically made for each other, I'd say."

"Awfully sentimental, don't you think?" Lex teased.

"You of all vampires don't get to tease me for that. Besides, it's Christmas Eve. If I'm not allowed to be sickeningly sentimental tonight, when else would I be allowed?"

The dancing was only a momentary respite from Lex's hunger, of course, especially with two delicious thralls so close, and it wasn't long before Fitz was nudging him in Oliver's direction. "Go on and feed. It's a holiday, after all. We'll both feed."

Lex nodded, unable to deny himself any longer. How sweet it was to have healthy, vibrant thralls to provide for them. How lovely it was to see Oliver perk up and focus his attention as Lex approached.

"I'd like to take my dinner now, if you don't mind," said Lex, sitting next to Oliver on the plush bench.

"Yes, master, please do." Oliver had clearly already fallen deep into a pleasurable daze just from the aura Lex was emitting. He pulled his red sweater off to expose more of his neck. "Please feed. I'm more than happy to provide my blood, sir."

"Such an excellent thrall," said Lex. "I'm so glad you're here with me tonight, Oliver."

"I'm glad too, sir."

Lex brushed his soft hair away from his ear as he hummed a soothing melody to prepare Oliver for the feeding, watching as his eyes shut tight in blissful half-sleep. And when his fangs finally punctured Oliver's neck, the taste was more rich and delicious than Lex had ever remembered.

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Happy holidays and happy new year!

@d-cs @latenightcupsofcoffee @thecyrulik @dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night @wanderinggoblin @whumpyourdamnpears @only-shadows-dwell-where-we-are @pressedpenn @pigeonwhumps @amusedmuralist @xx-adam-xx @ivycloak @irregular-book @whumpsoda @mj-or-say10 @pokemaniacgemini @whumpshaped @whumpsday @morning-star-whump @shinyotachi @silly-scroimblo-skrunkl @steh-lar-uh-nuhs @pirefyrelight @theauthorintraining @whump-me-all-night-long @anonfromcanada @typewrittenfangs @tessellated-sunl1ght @cleverinsidejoke @abirbable @ichorousambrosia @a-formless-entity @gobbo-king @writinggremlin @the-agency-archives

#whump #vampire #mind control #whump writing #rare bookseller #writing #whumpee #vampire whumper #blood drinking #christmas #oliver #fitz #alexander #roger

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bruciemilf · 1 year

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Watching the last of us currently and I believe the " Grumpy bastard who's slowly been robbed of hope meets snarky kid who's the incarnation of sunshine" trope fits Clark and Kon so well

Jon too! I mean, just this motherfucker

Meeting a kid who's like him? Immune?

"...I knew Lex was crazy but this," he gestures to the whole of Kon, to the everything around him, " This? Is the worst crime he ever did. "

Kon bites both his cheeks, too slim and too pale and too worn out for a fourteen year old. There's pieces of Clark that scar him. His anger, for one. Only thing keeping them warm anymore, " Are you talking about me or you?"

" I'm not you,"

" That's your issue!"

" Claaaaark?"

" Not now Jonny,"

" Yeah Jon, just let him finish yelling at me about how much of a mistake I am!"

" Mistakes are something unintentional, Conner; You? are a bad decision," and he feels guilty as soon as he says it. He hates it; Hates it that he's meaner, sharper. That Kansas boy with sunshine in his hair wouldn't have talked to anyone like that.

But that Kansas boy died when the world did.

" Clark! It's really important!"

Clark bites his tongue. He already yelled at a goddam teenager, he won't yell at the toddler, too. " What -- What, buddy?"

Jon's tiny finger points to a little town, " There's light in there!" Kon doesn't wait for him, and it's not like Clark expected anything different.

They haven't grown closer since Metropolis, since their feet were scraped by walking endlessly, since they've been saving eachother's lives more often than they should've.

Clark sighs as he watches him go, Jon In his arms and a loaded gun over his shoulder, " No, Jonny, don't touch that. It's bad," He says, gently grabbing the kid when that tiny little hand tries to grab the barrel. He knows Jon'll have to use one soon.

Clark just hopes he won't be around to see it.

Let them meet Jason and Bruce when Kon and Jason literally try to maul eachother,

" Kon!" There's a ball of limbs and reds and dark hair tangled together, feral and angry, mangled like two angry snakes clutching at eachother, " is he bit?!"

" I don't care!"

Crack.

Kon isn't immune to broken noses.

The building they're in is big, like everything else in the city, but slightly more titanic, more towering. Darker and brighter all of the same. The echoing of, " Jason," frames that better, traveling through the hardwood floor and walls.

"... Oh, fuck, we're in Gotham. "

" Whats Gotham?"

Jason, who's beside Bruce, now, -- The Bruce Wayne, thought hardly anyone could tell under those bruises and scars and dark smudges dripping down his diamond jawline, -- snarls,

" How the fuck do you not know what Gotham is, dipshit? What, you've been born yesterday?"

Bruce's hands squeeze at his shoulders, slightly rounder and fuller in frame than Kon's. That was expected. Everyone bleeds in the apocalypse, but no one bleeds the same, " Jason. Language."

" Last year, actually,"

"...Holy fuck," Jason gasps when Jon wiggles around, an action Bruce mimicsm, "Holy shit. That's a baby. I haven't seen a baby in years. Bruce, do you,--"

Bruce is already advancing, taking steps, not brave but not cowardly. He hands Kon a handkerchief for his bleeding nose, but there's no breaks in his and Jon's eye contact.

A stare of wonder. Fright, but wonderful. "... Hi, honey. My name is Bruce. What's your name?"

Jon's been hiding his face in Clark's neck until Bruce talked, just as scared of other human beings as Clark was, but shyness dies quickly with him. " Hi! "

" His name's Jon," Clark says, " he'll be six next week." God. He'll be six. He doesn't know. He has to pretend to know or he'll go crazy. Bruce nods. His hand is held out, " May I?"

He asks Jon if he wants to, and of course he says yes. Who doesn't want to be loved at world's funeral? Jon and Bruce cuddle in the middle of nowhere, and they're left to stare.

" Jason, show Kon the bathroom, please. And you're welcome to a shower if you'd like. But no guns," his tone is final, and Clark doesn't mind munch. He doesn't rely on them for survival.

Kon does find it weird, " Where do you keep yours, then?"

"I don't like guns."

"Then how'd you kill sickos till now?"

" We don't kill them."

" Speak for yourself," Jason mutters, pinching Jon's cheek on his way upstairs, " How slow are you, freak?"

" Not slower than you, creep!"

Clark watches. It's nice. To see him be a kid.

He turns to Bruce, unsure, skeptical, all he ever is these days, " You seriously don't kill them? Not any of them?"

" There's enough death around, Mr. Kent. I refuse to contribute. Besides. Aren't we all dead already?" Clark hums. He doesn't know how to answer that. Watching Bruce kiss Jon's cheeks is easier.

It's human.

#really there's lots more options for this au!! clark and bruce travelling together as an established relationship and collecting the kids #one by one!! ' dont look at me like that bruce we're not picking up another one' '' We. Are. clark. Joseph. kent.'' ''...yeah we are''#clark kent #bruce wayne #kon kent #conner kent #jon kent #jason todd #alternative universe #tlou au #superbat #dc #dc comics #batman #text post #text

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ladylooch · 4 months

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How is Lexie celebrating Nicos hatty and birthday tomorrow?

Well, the hatty didn't happen but Mr. Perfect still had an amazing game!

Our girl Lex slept over at Nico's last night. He got home late and went straight to her apartment to give her a quick, goodnight kiss, that turned into a good night romp, that turned into Lexi begging to go to Nico's because his bed is so much nicer than hers.

Waking up this morning next to her Disney prince boyfriend, Lexi is having a 'pinch me' moment. This perfect man has his legs tangled in hers while he sleeps peacefully. Eventually, she disentangles from Nico, grabbing his keys to head out to pick up breakfast. Nico is still asleep when Lexi returns. She gently sits on the side of the bed, combing her fingers through his long brown locks.

"Your birthday cappuccino is here, Hisch." She teases. Nico's eye lashes flutter, then his gorgeous brown eyes open, taking her in. The sun creates a halo around her, sparkling along her pale skin and framing her beautiful face. "Good morning. Happy birthday." She smiles, leaning down to kiss him.

"Are you leaving?" He mumbles, shifting forward to bury his face into her thigh.

"No. I just wanted to do one sweet thing for you like the millions of things you have done for me." Nico smiles into her pants.

"I love a cappuccino, and a croissant, but there is something else I want for my birthday breakfast."

"A bagel?" Lexi feigns innocence. She pushes off from his bed. Nico desperately claws his arms round her, bringing her back down. "I can go grab-"

"No, no, no. You're not going anywhere."

Lexi falls back into Nico, sighing as his hands begin to wander to exactly what he wants for breakfast.

#what my world spins around au

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somefanficrecomendations · 4 months

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December Monthly Roundup

Here's December's fic round up!

DC/BATMAN

Worlds Saddest Breakfast Club by motleyfam (gen)7k, Hurt/Comfort, Jason Todd-Centric Following a couple of Very Bad Weeks™ (which may or may not have involved being kidnapped and mildly tortured), Jason decides the best way to cheer himself up is to break into the Manor for a 3 a.m. snack. Turns out he isn’t the only one awake.

Batstream by RandomReader13 (gen), 6k, Bats on social media, Humor “I want it on record that I think this is a terrible idea and I’m only doing this to mitigate the damage." AKA Red Robin decides it's a great idea to livestream patrol while Batman's off-world. It goes about as well as you'd expect.

cards on the table by wesslan (gen) 67k, WIP, Fortune Teller AU, Tim Drake-Centric Tim's parents faked their deaths and fled the country years ago, but neglected to take him with them. He spent some time on the streets, and now at 16, he makes a living as a fortune teller, stalking and hustling the shit out of Gotham's elite by telling them eerily accurate fortunes based on the information he gathers about them. His life is peculiar but he wouldn't change a thing. When he gets booked for the big Wayne Halloween party, however, he finds himself getting all tangled up with the Waynes, and the more fortunes he tells, the tighter the snare becomes. or: Tim just wanted to scam Gotham's elite, not end up on the Batfamily's watchlist. But it seems they just won't leave him alone..

(a not so) lonesome town by wesslan (gen), 10k, 2-part series, Sentient Gotham, Jazz music. Two works in which Gotham City is sentient and adopts enough kids to rival Batman himself (Batman is one of them).

Banshee in a Well by liverobinreaction (bugbee) (gen), 43k, Meta Tim, Resurrection Powers Tim is five years old when he drowns in his parents' pool. He dies quietly, waiting for parents who love him, but will never be there, to realise that something is wrong. They never show up, and he sinks into oblivion. When he wakes up and claws his way out of the water, the sun has set, and the lights of his house are on. He is cold and wet and his lungs burn. But most of all, Tim is alone. (If you die and no-one is there to see it, were you ever alive in the first place?)

HUNGER GAMES

right here in the old therebefore by californianNostalgia (Katniss/Peeta) 14k, Canon Divergence, Ghosts There’s a ghost at the Hanging Tree. Katniss sees him first when she’s six, her hair in braids, the song about the growing gallows fresh in her mind. This changes nothing. This changes some things. (In which Lucy Gray killed Coriolanus at the lake.)

How Rue Became the Mockingjay by aimmyarrowshigh (multi) 5k, Different 74th Victors AU Katniss Everdeen and the girl from Eleven are ruining their best-laid plans – the Capitol’s and the Rebels’. So Caesar, they say. Announce the change. An alternate chronology for The Hunger Games.

CROSSOVERS

Annabeth and the Nine Step Career Plan by feeling_the_aster_9145 (Annabeth/Percy), 76k, PJO x DCU, Annabeth gets Lex Luthor arrested, BAMF Annabeth. Annabeth Chase does not accept limitations. Everyone knows that. If she wants something, no matter how impossible, she will find a way to make it happen. Though, perhaps she will allow Bruce Wayne and his ridiculous paranoia-induced company restrictions a small portion of the credit. Actually… now that she thinks about it, the man may have had a point in his worries. Wayne Technologies does not accept college interns. Annabeth always has a plan B.

A Lesson in Superiority by Nation-Ustria (gen), 96k, WIP, Batfam x Harry Potter, Damian Wayne is Harry Potter, Wizarding Politics “The good news is, he’s not cursed,” Constantine says. “And the bad news?” Dick asks sharply. Constantine squints. “I wouldn’t call it bad news so much as, er, news.” He turns to Damian with something like a grimace. “You’re a wizard, kid.” “...I’m a what?”

#batfam fic rec #hunger games fic #percy jackson fic rec #harry potter fic recs #fanfiction #Tim Drake #Jason Todd #katniss everdeen #batfamily #damian wayne #Batman #monthly roundup

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sidekick-hero · 4 months

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You know I'm a show off (I would let you get some): Pure, self-indulgent smut. My love letter to Steve Harrington's, well, everything. He's a goddamn tease in this and Eddie is along for the ride. Quite literally.

Louder: While laying in bed, the two of them can't help but overhear their upstairs neighbors going at it rather loudly. Eddie turns to Steve after a while, and asks, You wanna fuck louder than them to establish dominance? And that they do.

I’m tired of asking to settle the debt: my first ever steddie fic, written for Lex first seasonal challenge. 5 times Eddie warms Steve's hands and that one time Steve returns the favor.

Run Boy Run: Another self-indulgent smutty piece. I'm a passionate runner, and so is Steve in this one. Turns out, he had been running towards Eddie all along.

Will you cleanse me with pleasure?: The obligatory monsterfucker, pardon me, monster love making fic. Eddie is a lake monster with way more appandages than Steve can handle. Or can he?

fandom fic events in 2023

@thefreakandthehair's holiday challenge (2022) but finished 2023: I’m tired of asking to settle the debt

lex's spring challenge: Catch me like the falling rain

Steddie Big Bang with @legitcookie: Suitcase of Memories

Kinktober: we tangle endlessly like lovers entwined (also Eddiemonth), on the tip of my tongue, on top of my thighs, tell me it's love, tell me it's real and wear me like a locket around your throat (last two with @yournowheregirl)

steddiemas and steddieholidaydrabbles: I want you to want me, let the impulse to love and the instinct to kill entangle to one, we were meant to be (we live happily in my fantasy) and tangled with what I never said

lex's winter challenge (upcoming)

STuad fic exchange (upcoming)

Reverse Big Bang (upcoming)

continuing wips into 2024

The next chapter of hold me close (I’m shaking apart) in which Steve asks Eddie if he wants to experiment. Eddie wants so much more, but he takes what he can get and tries to not let it break his heart.

Pickup Note, a collab with @thefreakandthehair and @firefly-party about Steve joining Corred Coffin as a sub drummer. Inspired by Kei's fanart HERE and HERE.

Dear Future Self: Eddie is in love with Steve, who has become a fast friend after saving the world together but he's too afraid to make a move. Good thing his future self decides to help things along.

Take your time (I wanna cross some lines): Steve wants to try something new: getting used by strangers. He asks his best friend Eddie to watch over him while he's doing that so he can feel safe. But who watches over Eddie's heart?

History throws its shadow over the beginning: B-side to @legitcookie and my very first collab, I wore his jacket for the longest time. It's the same story, but told from Eddie's POV.

Closing Time with @legitcookie: After the worst date in a long while, Steve decides to take home the cute bartender who cheered him up.

Stranger Things Reverse Big Bang

tagging (with ZERO pressure): @legitcookie @yournowheregirl @starrystevie @scarcrossdlvrs, @henderdads, @stevethehairington, @starryeyedjanai, @cranberrymoons, @steddielations, @maxinemaxmayfield

Thank you to everyone who read my stuff and let me feel loved and cherished by liking, reblogging and commenting on them. It's been such a wonderful experience to be part of this fandom and I wouldn't want to miss it in the world. Here's to hoping for many more fics to come in 2024 💜🥰

#my writing #steddie #fic writing review 2023

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lolahauri · 3 months

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✎ Introduction ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Mainly writing for characters and/or themes i really want to read about, but have little to no content.

I do take requests. (Fic only. No RPF)

I don't have an anon list but I can start one if anyone wants to be labeled or become a regular anon.

DNI: Map, Zoo, Pro-Para, Pro-Ana, TERF, Zionist, Bigots, Minors, Antis, Discourse Blogs. Block me if you don't agree. ❤️🖤🤍💚

Things I Won't Write:

Sex crimes of any kind, super extreme kinks, violence/abuse used as a kink, anything most would consider "gross/weird" (ex: puke, shit, ddlg, pet play, age play). no exceptions, and no hate to dead dove writers, i'm just personally not willing to write these.

Things I Will Write:

Pretty much everything else i guess? Daddy/Mommy kink, Cheating, CNC/Dubcon, Sex Pollen, Legal Age Gap, Yandere, Power Dynamic (Prof/Student, Boss/Employee), Foot Fetish, Piss Kink, Breeding, Any regular/non-extreme kink (ex: Cock Warming, Dry Humping, Voyeur, Orgy, 3somes, Sex Toys, etc...) *if you aren't sure, just ask!*

Fluff, angst, smut, lewd, platonic, hurt/comfort.

HC'S, mood boards, one shots, short multi-chapter fics, imagines/drabbles.

Canon-friendly, Au's, Canon Divergence, Out of Character.

Ch x Ch / Ch x Reader / Ch x OC / Poly Ships of any kind.

F/F, M/M, F/M, GN/F, GN/M, Poly Ships of any kind.

Fictional Other (F/O) Imagines: +18, no names, they/them only.

Now that that's out of the way, here's the list of fandoms and characters i'm familiar with and will happily take requests on! (you can request others from these fandoms, but it will prob take me longer)

FNAF Movie: Vanessa, Mike, William/Steve. Turning Red: Ming Lee, Jin Lee. YOU: Joe, Love, Beck, Peach. Encanto: Isabela, Bruno, Dolores, Julieta. Regular Show: Mordecai, CJ, Benson. (Human Ver.) Attack on Titan: Armin, Eren, Mikasa, Sasha, Levi, Hanji, Annie, Historia, Reiner, Erwin. BNA: Michiru, Shirou. Stardew Valley: All adult humans. Total Drama: All season 1 contestants, Chris, Chef, Blainley. SheRa: All adults (except Rogelio). King Of The Hill: Hank, Peggy, Luanne, Nancy, Dale, John Redcorn, Kahn, Min. American Dad: Francine. Shameless: Lip, Fiona, Kev, V, Tony. Riverdale: FP Jones, Jughead, Veronica, Hiram, Betty. Creepypasta: Ben, Jeff, Jane, Eyeless Jack, Laughing Jack, Slenderman, Masky, Hoodie, Toby, X Virus, Nina, Clockwork, Splendorman, Kate. Gravity Falls: Stan, Ford, Soos, Giffany Steven Universe: Jasper, Amethyst, Blue Diamond, Peridot, Lapis, Garnet, Rose, Bismuth, Greg. Adventure Time/Fiona and Cake: Princess Bubblegum, Marceline, Marshall Lee, Winter King, Candy Queen, Simon, Ice King, Fiona. COD: Konig, Ghost. Desperate Housewives: Bree, Gabby, Edie, Mike, Lynette. DC: Batman, Harley, Joker, Ivy, Lex Luthor (Jesse Eisenburg). Slashers & DBD: Brahms, Ghostface (general), Michael Myers, Jason Vorhees, Pyramid Head, The Spirit, Wraith, Huntress, Trapper, The Trickster, Pearl, Carrie White, Jennifer Check, Stu Matcher, Billy Loomis, Tiffany Valentine, Leatherface, Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair, Eric Draven. Nintendo: Link, Zelda, Peach, Daisy, Rosalina, Luigi, Waluigi, Bowser. Squid Games: Gi-Hun, Sae-Byeok, Ali, Sang Woo. Rick and Morty: Rick, Beth, Jerry. Stranger Things: Robin, Billy, Eddie, Chrissy, Hopper. Bee & Puppycat: Bee, Deckard, Cass, Toast. Princess & The Frog: Shadow Man, Tiana, Lottie, Naveen. Ratatouille: Collette, Linguini. The Nanny: CC, Fran, Maxwell. Full House: Danny, Jesse, Joey. Big Bang Theory: Raj, Leonard, Amy, Penny. Spiderverse: Miguel, Hobie, Jessica Drew. Teen Titans (OG): Beast Boy, Starfire, Raven. Black Dynamite: Honeybee, Black Dynamite. Breaking Bad: Skylar, Jesse, Walter. National Treasure: Benjamin Gates, Riley Poole. Superstore: Jonah, Amy, Dina, Cheyenne. Spongebob: Man Ray, Dennis. Tangled: Flynn, Rapunzel, Mother Gothell. Elemental: Wade, Ember. Mean Girls: Regina, Gretchen, Karen, Janis. Lisa Frankenstein: Lisa, Creature, Taffy. Jane the Virgin: Jane, Michael, Rogelio, Petra, Xiomara, Rose, Luisa. Young Sheldon: Mary, Connie. Twilight: Edward, Carlisle, Alice, Charlie.

Beverly Goldberg (The Goldbergs) Fujimoto (Ponyo) Thomas Magnum (Magnum, P.I 1980) Doug Remer (Baseketball) Ian Malcolm (Jurassic Park 1993) Rose Tyler (Doctor Who) Moe Doodle (Doodle Bops) Astarion (Baulders Gate 3) Trevor Phillips (GTA5) Shaun Murphy (The Good Doctor) Georgia Miller (Ginny & Georgia) John Doe (John Doe Game) Paul Blart (Paul Blart Mall Cop) Napoleon Dynamite (self titled) Fezzik (Princess Bride)

#x reader #self ship #shipping #ao3 writer #fandom #minors dni #intro post #pinned post #antis dni

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spaceman-earthgirl · 2 years

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I've got you on my skin

“Why do you have the House Of El coat of arms tattooed on your ribs?”

Or Lena has a tattoo. Kara sees it.

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“What’s that?”

Lena frowns, sweater halfway over her head. It’s only once she untangles it, pulls her arms free, that she realises her shirt has gotten tangled in the mix and she’s currently standing in front of Kara in nothing but her jeans and a bra.

She’s not a shy person, she’s not exactly worried about the whole shirtless aspect of their current situation, but she is worried about what Kara has just seen, something she’s been actively trying to hide from Kara, something that’s never been an issue until right now, when she’d spilt ice cream down her shirt and had decided to just remove her sweater instead of going to the bathroom to clean up.

“Lena?” Kara whispers, eyes still locked on Lena’s ribs, right under her bra line, the black ink a stark contrast to her pale skin. It’s saying something that Kara hasn’t even glanced at her chest once, Lena knows her best friend is a boobs girl, has caught her staring more than once. But no, Kara’s eyes haven’t moved from the tattoo.

“Is that…?” Kara asks quietly, crossing the small space between them in two slow steps.

Lena holds her breath as Kara reaches out, palm scorching against her bare side as Kara rests her hand against her skin, thumb trailing over where the tattoo sits.

Lena swallows. “I can explain.”

Blue eyes finally look up, locking with Lena’s. Kara is close enough Lena can see the freckles scattered across her cheeks.

“Why do you have the House Of El coat of arms tattooed on your ribs?”

Read the rest on ao3 or under the cut

Kara doesn’t look mad. She looks curious.

“I got it before we met,” Lena starts. She knew this day would come, has been trying to bring it up to Kara for a while now. She just thought she’d be the one to tell Kara, didn’t expect Kara to see it on her own. “It was back when Lex was obsessed with all things Super, back before Supergirl came out. I didn’t know what it meant, I just knew it meant something, it felt important, that it didn’t just stand for ‘Superman’. I decided to get the tattoo because I knew it would drive Lex crazy, that it was something that stood for everything he hated, when all I saw was a symbol of hope.

“And then you stopped that plane from crashing and National City had its own Super and I loved the fact that I had a symbol on my body that stood for such good.” Lena laughs, knows her cheeks are red. “And then things got a little embarrassing when we met, when we became friends. El Mayarah. When you told me what it meant, it felt so right having it on my skin.”

“What about when…” Kara trails off, Lena knows when Kara is talking about, when her lies, and then Lena’s subsequent actions, nearly destroyed them. “You didn’t get it removed?”

“I thought about it,” Lena admits. She’s actually surprised she’s managed to keep the tattoo a secret for this long. “But that felt final, I wasn’t ready to give you up yet.” Lena clears her throat. “I’ve tried on more than one occasion to tell you about it, but I was always scared, I didn’t know how you’d react.” She’d been scared both because it’s embarrassing, and because if Kara told her to remove it, it would prove that Lena wasn’t as important to Kara as she was to her, even though logically Lena know it would have nothing to do with that. “But I should’ve told you, I should’ve asked how you felt about it, whether it was inappropriate or not, and for that, I’m sorry.”

Kara’s hand is still hot against her side, her thumb trailing a maddening line across her ribs. Lena’s taking that as a good sign, even if she doesn’t quite know what it means.

“When I first arrived on Earth, and saw that symbol everywhere, I was so mad. I was upset that the symbol of my family was on t-shirts and lunchboxes, on posters and jewellery. It didn’t feel right, like my family was being disrespected. It reminded me of my family every day and it hurt.”

Lena suddenly feels sick, she’s a part of it. Kara’s never mentioned anything like this before, or else she would’ve gotten the tattoo removed immediately.

“But the longer I was on Earth, the more I looked out for the symbol, it was comforting, seeing it, knowing my family wasn’t forgotten. And while I’m not thrilled at seeing my family’s legacy on underwear. It’s better than not seeing it at all.” Kara laughs. “I actually have a pair of “Super” underwear, courtesy of Alex.”

“So, you’re not upset about the tattoo?” Lena asks. “I can have it removed, or covered, I don’t want to do anything offensive or anything that upsets you.”

Kara lets out a breath, her thumb stills its movements. “Please don’t remove it.” She lets out a breath, and they’re still standing so close that Lena feels the cool air wash over her face. “It makes me happy seeing the symbol on you, it…it feels right. You’re my family now too and I like that this links us. That it has linked us, through everything.”

Lena likes the thought, of them being linked, no matter what.

“So,” Kara takes a step back, her hand dropping from Lena’s side, and Lena is suddenly disappointed. “Please, don’t remove it.”

She’s not sure why she’s disappointed, they’re nothing more than two best friends, standing in Kara’s kitchen, dishing up ice cream together. And sure, Lena is still shirtless, which she should probably fix, but it means nothing. Even if for a moment there, with Kara standing close, eyes locked on hers, it felt like there could be something else between them.

But then that disappointment turns into something else entirely when Kara leans down, soft lips pressing right over the tattoo. Kara lingers, a sigh escaping from her lips. A combination of the warm lips on her skin and Kara’s cool breath makes Lena shiver.

“Shoot, you’re cold,” Kara says pulling away, tugging off her own sweater to hand it to Lena, despite the fact that Lena has a perfectly fine shirt right beside her. And even knowing that fact, Lena takes the offered sweater, purely because it’s Kara’s and will smell like her, and pulls it over her head.

The sweater is tighter than Lena’s one had been and Lena doesn’t miss the way Kara’s eyes find her chest.

At least things are back to normal.

“I like knowing it’s there,” Kara says, reaching across the space between them to lay her hand over Lena’s side again. “El mayarah, you and me, stronger together.”

“El mayarah,” Lena repeats.

They stand like that, eyes locked again, for an extended moment, until Lena breaks it. She has to do something or else she might just throw caution to the wind and lean forward and kiss Kara.

“Come on, we should eat this ice cream before it melts.”

“Wait.” Kara drops the hand from her side but then takes Lena’s own hand instead. “There’s something I’ve been hiding from you too, and when I tell Alex about this, she’ll call me an idiot if I don’t just tell you now.”

“Kara, you don’t-“

“I love you. I mean, of course I love you. But I’m in love with you too, and seeing that tattoo on your skin, Rao, I want that.” Kara says, words falling quickly from her mouth as she starts a full on ramble, Kara Danvers style. “You and me, together? How could I not want that? Ever since I got back from the Phantom Zone, it feels like something has changed between us. We’ve been closer than ever and everything with you feels so undeniably right, like seeing my family insignia tattooed on you. You’re my best friend, you mean so much to me, you’re my home, and I don’t want to pretend you’re not anymore. I want you, in any way you’ll let me have you.”

“Kara,” Lena breathes, tears in her eyes as she surges forward, and then the same mouth that was not long ago pressed against her side, is now pressed against her own, hot and perfect. “I love you, too,” Lena mumbles, the words mostly lost against Kara’s lips but Kara must get the message because she pulls away quickly, eyes wide.

“You love me, too?” Kara asks, blue eyes searching hers, full of so much hope that Lena’s not sure how she missed Kara’s feelings before now.

Lena tucks a stray strand of hair behind Kara’s ear. She lets her hand linger when Kara leans into the touch. “Of course, I do.”

“And you want this?” Kara questions, gesturing between them.

Lena smiles. “I do. Was the kiss not enough? I can show you again if you like?”

Kara grins and Lena’s never seen anything more beautiful in her life. “I definitely would not be opposed to more kissing.”

Lena laughs and this time it’s Kara who kisses her, hands tugging her close, ice cream long forgotten as Lena gets lost in Kara’s kiss.

(Kara is all sad eyes and a stuck out lip when she realises later that the ice cream has melted, but she quickly forgets when Lena tugs off her own sweater again).

#supergirl #supercorp #kara danvers #lena luthor #supercorp fanfic

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mxtantrights · 1 year

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the sequel press conference

this is a snippet from the famous dc!au that started with The Greatest Hits [read here] you don’t have to read it but a lot of things would make sense if you do! hope you enjoy.

Having a press conference for the sequel to your highly anticipated movie should be a good thing. You should be happy. You get to sit among the cast and Dent, and talk about the film you all made together.

But this isn't a happy occasion. Dent reached out to both you and Jason about doing a conference about the halting of your movie you were disappointed. You had thought he and all the other powerful people in cinema has talked Lex down from whatever master plan he was implementing. That didn't happen.

So now here you are about to walk out onto a podium with your cast and director to speak to the world. None of you had the answers but you did owe it to the fans to let them know how hard everyone worked on the movie and to tell them how badly you want it to be released.

"Hey," Jason says from besides you and tangles his fingers with yours, "it's gonna be okay, we're not the bad guys here."

You nod your head, "I know, I know. But still. I mean so many people are waiting for this movie to come out. So many people on set haven't been paid."

"Hey it can't all be on you. Today our only job is to talk about how much we love our film and will do anything to get it released." Jason speaks.

You squeeze his hand in yours. He squeezes it back.

"Okay everyone we're on. Remember we have the name cards on the table!" Dent shouts.

And with that you and Jason let go of each other. There was also that. You two were not public. Not yet. The two of you have talked about it over and over. While yo both agree that the publicity of your relationship isn't something that would scare either of you, there was no 'right' time to reveal it to the world.

Or, you should say, to the rest of the world. For all intents and purposes Jason's family knows, so does yours, Harley, Pamela and Dent are also on the list of people who know. Along with Selina Kyle, Iris West-Allen, and somehow Lois Lane.

Really it was just a matter of time before you told the public. It's not like they didn't have their own theories. There are YouTube clips of the two of you, paparazzi shots, one time Tim sent you a blog dedicated to decoding the body language between you and Jason.

You follow behind Jason as all of you head out in a single file line onto the podium. It's Jason, you and then Dent at the very tail end of the table. When you finally sit down you have to remind yourself to smile a bit.

Dent clears his throat and leans into the mic.

"Hello everyone, I'm here along with the cast of the incredible movie Love On The Mend to talk about the recent studio changes and the affects on the movie." Dent starts.

All of a sudden a clamor of reporters start talking, throwing out questions. There's flashing lights that are way to bright and make you have to blink away the blurry dots in your vision.

"Woah wash woah, let me just get through what I know and then we can take questions afterwards." Dent speaks into the mic.

The reporters seem to calm down after that. You watch as some of them who have seats sit down. The rest that are regulated to stand seem to remain in place.

"As of now, we do not know when our movie is coming out. The recent change in leadership has ordered a whole new slate to work on and we're not sure when we can get back to finish filming," Dent says and then he looks over at the whole cast, "I know how lucky I am to get a cast like this. And I know their talent has been recognized by others. We hope that we can get everyone on schedule in order to shoot the ending."

"Now I do want to speak on the current strike held by the union and that is being funded by many head honchos. I stand firm in my support of those on strike. Without a contract that is fair and pays well earned wages to those who show up to work every day and night movies don't get made. I think our cast member down on the left can speak to this a bit more." Dent finishes and points over to the end.

Of course, Nyssa. Prior to coming in front of the camera she worked as directors aid for years. Her own father, Ra's. You had read the article in The Sun that she did basically outlining how bad it was to mix family and work, especially with a man like Ra's.

"Hi there. I'm Nyssa al Ghul. I'm one of several leaders of the strike and I want to say thank you to the people like Harvey and Bruce Wayne who have seriously stepped in to help us. When powerful men like Lex Luthor think they can step in with their money and change things to their likings, they think they won't get push back. I'm glad the union has showed him how untrue that is. So long as our demands aren't being met and Luthor remains banal in his takeover, we will not roll over." she says.

You start clapping before anyone else. And it's Jason that gets up and starts the standing ovation in the room. It takes a while for everyone to calm down again and get back to their seats. You even see Nyssa's girlfriend Sara in the crowd cheering her on.

"With that I will say, I signed a contract with 20th century, not Lex Luthor. Are there any questions?" Dent asks.

The room goes off again. Dent points out one of the reporters in the front row.

"Daily Bugle, all of the cast and crew have expressed their concern over the merger and their support for the strike. What are you willing to give in order to get back on set?"

Dent almost laughs but catches himself.

"Obviously we went the strike to go well. And if that does happen, then we want Luthor to resist his overlord tendencies. But that seems impossible at the moment. I'm not willing to give up the trust these people have in me as director and as human being." Dent answers.

Another report pipes up, "What do you say to reports that Bruce Wayne is attempting a buy-out?"

Jason laughs. Dent looks over at him and nods at him to take the question. So Jason leans into the mic on the table.

"As much as my father would like to, he won't interfere unless absolutely needed in regard to his duties and certain relationships. But I do know that he does have enough to buy back the studio and still be richer than Lex so..." Jason jokes.

The room erupts in laughter. You look over at him and you know there is a stupidly big smile on your face. When he sits back he looks right at you and send you a wink.

"Fans want to know if, pending the release of the sequel, if you will make it a trilogy?"

Dent actually does laugh at that.

"I don't have any plans for that right now but I will say this is a talented bunch and if they all want to come back and make magic together then I'm up for anything." Dent answers.

Then a reporter calls out your name.

"Since this is your first sequel and first Hollywood strike, how does everything feel?"

You lightly chuckle and lean into the mic, "I'm feeling great honestly. I still know how to make espresso so trust me I'm secure."

The press roars in laughter again, so does everyone on the panel. You even see Dent tip his head back to laugh.

"In all seriousness, I know how this affects me but I wouldn't even begin to understand how it affects those on strike and their everyday lives. When the time comes to return to set I'll be happy, but I know I'm even happier to not cross the picket line." you answer.

You sit back. You steal a glance on the left and see Nyssa holding her thumbs up. When you look over at Jason he's got a cheesy look on his face. All he does is raise his eyebrows and you know exactly what he means to say. You scold him a bit and then you face front.

More questions are thrown out. Two of them addressed to you which you answer with poise and lighthearted jokes. Jason answers too, budding in with a quick line about Lex here and there. Yeah you knew he had a score to settle with the man since his father is Luthor's second enemy behind Clark Kent.

The conference starts to wind down when Dent announces that the next question will be the last. A few reporters leap at the chance to get the last question but Dent only chooses one.

A lady dressed in a bright red suit. She looks breathtakingly beautiful and you have to do a double take.

"Hey Dent." she says.

Dent clears his throat and sits up properly in his chair. You watch in mild confusion and intrigue. You've never seen someone command Dent like that with just two words. Or you have, but that was usually Harley and Pamela.

"Shiva." he says.

You look over at Jason. He confirms the tension with a nod of his head. You look back straight.

"I have a question for the wonderful co-stars." she clarifies.

Dent nods. You wave at her with a smile which she returns. Jason nods his head once at her.

"I have it on good authority that you two are in talks to star opposite each other in another rom com. Any comments?" she asks.

You're not sure what authority she heard that from but it wasn't true. At some point after the strike your agent sent you some things to look at but none of them were rom coms. And none of them involved Jason as your co-star, as far as you know.

But suddenly a thought comes to mind. You look over at Jason a smirk on your face. This was it. He mouths over at you 'right time?' and you nod your head. He smiles and slowly slides your chair closer to his. It almost makes you drool, with how suave he is with it.

Like he had been waiting to do it. You lean into his microphone now, yours long forgotten.

"We're actually in a rom-com right now. But that's private at the moment and all I can say on the matter." you answer.

And somehow the room erupts louder than before. But you and Jason are already getting up along with the rest of the cast and Dent. You all are making your way off the podium and into the makeshift green room.

Jason grabs your hand. And you let him. You intertwine your fingers together and head out with everyone.

#famous dc!au #jason todd x reader #jason todd imagine #dc x reader #dc imagine #dc fic #Jason Todd fic

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frownyalfred · 8 months

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Forewarning: this fucker is long, feel free to skip over it

Oh man, I don’t know what you’ve got written for your coral room sequel so far, if anything, but it’s gotten me thinking about Jason coming back and Luthor’s manipulative ass and, whew.

Like imagine, Jason coming back set on revenge, furious with rage at Bruce, hearing rumors about Lex Luther tangling with Batman, and going to investigate. Lex smells him and recognizes Jason, because he’s pack. Jason is immediately like “wtf why are you pack” (maybe with some good ole slut shaming towards Bruce because the pit twists *everything* into a reason to hate Bruce). Lex smells blood in the water and immediately tells Jason that Bruce bit Lex so he could stop the kryptonian from attacking (he neglects to mention which kryptonian). Oh and Jason, Lex thought the two of them were Alphas and locked them in a room and pumped in a rut inducer to get them to fight. If he’d known Bruce was an omega he wouldn’t have done it because you know what happens when an Alpha is reduced to their instincts in a locked room with an omega… and oh Jason, he’s so sorry, but Bruce is mated to Superman now, and don’t you know? dear old pops is pregnant now. What a shame that Bruce didn’t have those kryptonian weapons he’d been stockpiling on him at the time…

Jason, upon hearing that the mating and pregnancy might’ve been forced, turns a 180 in a heartbeat as he sees green. How could he have possibly thought Bruce would have bonded Lex on purpose, when he remembers Bruce fending off hordes of alphas who wanted nothing more than to objectify and mate him? Did he really think Bruce would bond Lex, who he loathes, without some asshole in the mix forcing him to?

Jason can tell he’s being manipulated, but the sheer tidal wave of pit madness buries it and the whisper of “how could Bruce bonding Lex stop a kryptonian?” because now instead of being furiously angry at his father, he’s fucking enraged on his behalf and viciously protective in such a rabid way that it gives him whiplash.

Also I love fics where Bruce is either a woman or shares a role/dynamic with Catherine, because giving Jason daddy issues is great, but how about *double mommy issues*? Especially since in this, he’d be getting the same emotions of “I’m just a kid of a parent who’s doing their best but their spouse is abusive to them and I’m helpless to stop it” except this time, he isn’t helpless, so watch out Clark, not only does Jason hate you for the aforementioned forced mating/pregnancy, but he’s also projecting the ghost of Willis Todd onto you.

Anyways sorry for how crazy long this is. Can you tell that I finished reading coral room and the interlude, got a stray thought, and then lay flat on my back for five minutes staring up at the ceiling as plot bunnies devoured my brain before sitting straight up and typing all of it into your ask box?

I love this anon!!! So much!! @januariat and I have been going back and forth with ideas for the sequel and it’s very much this similar dynamic of an awkward pack trying to figure themselves out and also fighting like angry cats.

I especially agree about Jason coming back pumped full of Pit juices and omegaphobia. He’s torn between blaming Bruce for being weak/making the wrong decisions but also being defensive of him and aggressive toward Clark, the only alpha.

Lex is the funny but awkward element to every single relationship here. Oh yeah him? He’s just that omega Bruce forcibly pack bonded after he tried to kill Superman and start his own super pack. He’s actually not horrible to be around if you give him time (and you’re a fellow omega)

#asks #anon #a coral room #thank you anon #I could’ve sworn you’re reading my mind #bruce wayne #batman #dc #myfic #theresurrectionist #a/b/o mention #a/b/o tw #mpreg mention #mpreg tw

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dragynkeep · 11 months

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All this Smallville talk got me shipping Clexana again. The angst, the fluff, the potential toxicity.

no like clexana is so god tier. especially when you look back at earlier seasons, esp around 3-4 & realize that yeah lex is doing this for clark but it's not like he has no feelings for lana. they're all just this mess of emotions & connections & tangled red strings, i love it.

#smallville #lex luthor #clark kent #lana lang #clex #clana #clexana #ais.txt #answered #q #i am the n1 clexana truther!

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invisibleraven · 8 months

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"I named my little plant after you." for Willexie?

When Reggie, Alex, and Willie finally decided to move in together, they threw a 'please help us move/housewarming party'. Thankfully their friends were more than happy to help for the price of pizza and beer, and they all brought a little something to help furnish the place.

Luke brought a blanket his mom had knit, Flynn some cool coffee table books, Carrie a set of novelty mugs that she knew they would love. Julie brought them plants.

"Um, you know I kill everything I touch right?" Alex asked.

"I figured Reg and Wils could take care of them, and you can just enjoy them-plus there's no pollen so they won't affect your allergies," Julie replied.

And Alex found he did enjoy the bits of greenery around the place. The little herbs in the kitchen window box that he could add to their food, saving them money and from banc meals. The cacti living amongst their books, the aloe plant that he found useful when Reggie got a sunburn again. Alex swore he was dipping him in a vat of SPF 60 every day from now on.

But what he liked most was seeing Reggie and Willie interact with the plants. Reggie sang to them, whatever song that came to mind as he watered them, or pruned the spider plants hanging from their ceiling. Willie talked to them. "It's supposed to help them grow," he said with a shrug.

"As long as they don't talk back, we're cool," Alex replied.

"Or ask you to feed them blood," Reggie cautioned. "I could do without you nurturing the next Audrey 2."

And maybe they had to watch Little Shop of Horrors that night (with both endings) because WIllie never saw it and Alex had the dentist song stuck in his head after Reggie starting singing the score as he made lunch.

So yeah, the plants were a welcome addition.

Well, until he found out that Willie named them.

"Hello Margadale!" Willie said jovially as he misted one plant. "How are you Anastasia?"

"Why do your plants all have weird old fashioned names?" Alex asked with a smirk, leaning against the door frame.

"Oh, Reggie named those," Willie replied. "He said since he was burdened with being Reginald, someone else had to suffer. I only named this one." He pointed to the small little bonsai that lived on their coffee table. "That's Lex."

"Lex?"

"I named my little plant after you," Willie replied with a shy smile. He then pointed to the obnoxiously large fern that lived in their living room. "That one is Fitzherbert, for Reggie."

Alex pinched the bridge of his nose. "I am going to regret asking, but... Fitzherbert?"

"His middle name is Eugene, and we both like Tangled... he thought it was funny," Willie replied.

"You dorks," Alex shook his head but pulled Willie in and pressed a kiss to his temple.

"You love us," Reggie said as he entered the room, putting down the bag of groceries in his arms. Alex hadn't even heard him come in, which meant Reggie's ninja skills were getting better-an utterly worrying prospect.

"That I do," Alex replied. "But please don't give the plants a complex by giving them weird names."

"You're just jealous that you didn't get to name any," Reggie stated, sticking out his tongue.

"You can name the next one we get," Willie assured him.

"I think we have quite enough, there's more plants than space," Alex sighed. "Maybe when we have a bigger place. Or a dog."

"You already said if we get a dog you're naming it Bowie," Willie stated.

"Can we get a dog?" Reggie asked, breaking out the puppy eyes. "This apartment is pet friendly!"

"Again, lack of space. Too many plants, many of which we don't know if they're pet friendly or not," Alex replied. "But maybe we could get some fish?"

Thus the apartment gained a small aquarium, with three little betas happily swimming inside-all of which Alex called dibs on naming.

#filled prompts #ficlet #willexie #julie and the phantoms

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ladylooch · 7 months

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Bestie! A blurb night! Can I have some angst? Maybe that Nico & Timo fight we talked about? Or maybe Timo mad at his parents again? Or whatever you want 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 💕🍻

The way I was craving angst and you delivered 😘

“Later.” Jack Hughes tosses up the peace sign to Nico and I as he heads out of the locker room. We both wave back in acknowledgement. Nico glances over his shoulder at me, then goes back to tying his shoes.

“You still good to give me a ride?” I ask Nico, running a hand through my wet hair to push it back into place.

“Depends.”

“On?” He stands to his full height.

“What the fuck your problem is?” Nico is visibly seething- eyes darkening, jaw clenched, shoulders tight with tension. I strap my watch back on my wrist. With Jack gone, everyone else has left. I was receiving treatment after practice in the form of an intense sports massage that included cupping. Deep, maroon circles line my upper body as a reminder.

“Ah…” I trail off, looking back at my brother in law’s tense face. “I’m not sure. Wanna let me in on it?”

“I can’t believe you. Standing there acting like you don’t know how much you’re hurting my sister.” I drop my hand to the side, scrunching my eyebrows together. Em and I had a good morning before I left. We were tangled up together until Lio woke up. Then we brought him into our bed for family snuggles. Lio is loving Em’s pregnant belly and talking with his little sister.

“What?” I blink. “Nico.. I don’t know-”

“Asshole!” He yells, coming up on me and shoving me hard in the middle of my chest. I stumble back a few feet, stunned. He goes to shove me again. This time, I defend myself, bringing my hands up.

“Nico, bro. What the fuck.” I bat his next shove away. “Dude, I don’t want to hurt you. Just talk to me.”

“I’m going to hurt you.” A small scoff falls from my lips.

“Do you know how to fight?”

“You’re about to find out how much I know about fighting.” I side step another swing.

“Nico!” I yell, trying to snap him out of his angry trance. “What is going on?” I wave my hands out to the side, gesturing for him to explain.

“I heard Em talking with Lex last night about the shit you’re pulling on Instagram. She gave you Lio. Now, she’s growing your daughter. And you repay her by sending dick picks on Instagram!?” He is bellowing by the end.

“Wha-”

The whole word doesn’t get out of my mouth before he swings at my face. His fist knocks me across my left cheek and nose. Pain explodes from my face immediately. My eyes water as I look back at him in anger.

“Nico! Fuck.” I gingerly touch my nose. I’m pretty sure it’s broken… again. Now I’m pissed. I was holding back because my wife would not appreciate me throwing hands at her brother. But fuck it. I reach out, knocking Nico hard upside the head when he tries to swing again. I point a finger at him as he moans in pain. “That’s a warning shot. Hit me again and I’ll break your fucking nose. Ouch. Fuck!” I touch my nose again, seeing the bright, red blood collect on my finger tips.

I walk over to the trainer’s table where cups, tape and towels are collected. I grab a towel, putting it against my bleeding face. I turn back to Nico who is huffing and puffing, looking like his anger is building back up.

“What are you talking about? I’ve never sent dick pics on Instagram. She said that?” I’m so confused. Again, she didn’t mention anything about this and I’m obviously not doing that. I’m too busy trying to get between my wife’s thighs to even think about anyone else.

“Yeah! She said it last night when she was picking Lio up.” He starts walking towards me.

“Stay over there.” I hold my free hand up, then dig in my pocket for my phone. I press on Emma’s contact.

“Hi daddy!” She exclaims on the second ring. Thank God because Nico is almost next to me again. “Are you on your way? Your babies are hungry.”

“Well, hopefully soon. But your brother has me cornered in the locker room right now because he thinks I’m cheating on you.”

“What?” She chuckles. Glad she finds this amusing when I can feel every pulse of my heart in my nose and eyes.

“Yeah. He said he heard you talking about it last night.”

“Oh! Ha!” She laughs again, louder this time. “Yeah, I was telling Lexi about my dream.”

“Awesome.” I murmur. “Well, I’m going to be a little longer because your brother broke my nose, punching me in the face to defend your honor.” She gasps.

“Nico! What the hell is wrong with you!”

“I.. I’m sorry! I thought…”

“Does that sound like Timo? God he can’t even go two day without trying to get his hands in my pants, even 8 months pregnant! He’s obsessed with me!”

“Well, I don’t know! All I heard was what you said when I was walking down the stairs!”

“I turned to you and smiled to greet you! You think I would smile if that was real! No! I’d be screaming and running after Timo with a knife.”

“Wait what…” I say with concern.

“Baby, you cheat on me, I will cut you.”

“What family did I marry into?” I mutter, looking at my brother-in-law who’s face is twisted into embarrassment. “Alright, we will talk more about that when I get home.” I tell my wife. “ I love you.”

“I love you. I’m so sorry babe.”

“Not your fault.” I mutter directing my stare at Nico.

“I’m sorry.” He says when I get off the phone. He holds his hands up in a truce. “I… Yeah.”

“You think I’d do that to her?” Nico shakes his head no immediately. “She is my entire world. Our babies too.”

“I know. I’m really sorry. I’ll grab Ryan.” He murmurs of the assistant athletic trainer who is still in the building.

I pull the towel away, looking at the massive clot on the white fabric. I scrunch my nose, then wiggle it a bit side to side. It probably isn’t actually broken, but I’m going to be sporting a black eye or two. Ryan concurs when he gives me a once over, but says it will be clearer tomorrow once some swelling goes down. He plugs my nose and gives me an ice pack to keep on my face for the ride home.

“At least Em likes you with a broken nose” Nico laughs, trying to ease the tension as he drives me home. I am leaning my head back, eyes closed, icing my face as he hits the freeway. A headache is beginning to pound against my forehead.

“She wasn’t with me last time someone broke my nose.”

“Oh yeah… Guess I forget with how much she always kisses your scars.” I smile, a soft laugh bouncing my shoulders.

“Yeah, she makes Lee do it now too.”

“So in a way, you should thank me. Now, you’ll get more kisses from your babies.”

“I will absolutely not be doing that…. Asshole.”

#TM: Loving & Leaving #What my world spins around AU

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fionarara · 10 months

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omg fifi i loved your dissertation on my selfship answers 😭 let’s talk about it!!

Taka having to grow up raising two sisters seems to be a dead giveaway to his ability to be patient!! mana and luna probably had their share of mood swings, pouty episodes, etc. not to mention, boy seems to be pretty familiar with depression and crazy family issues (bc of the shiba’s). i’m the type of person who would constantly give him an “out” because i go through waves of emotion sometimes, but GODDAMMIT Taka is just that type to keep holding your hand, rub your back, help you take a breath… how is one person so fkn composed?! 😭 he’d make your your favorite meal and run you a bath— man does he make little butterflies flap around in my stomach 😵‍💫😩

i also love that you love my tickle headcanon for Shuji. yk this guy being such a hardened delinquent and probably kept everyone at an arms length at all times, imagine his shock when you wiggle your hands into his sides and he jumps like two feet in the air like “what the fuck was that” and i just… personally i feel like he deserves to laugh and be a giggly goofy guy 🥲

and don’t EVER apologize for saying a lot bc i also have a lot to say about all these fine ass gang members 😌🤭

♡♡♡ EVERYBODY LISTEN UP ! I WANT IT SPREAD FAR AND WIDE ACROSS THIS FANDOM THAT SIN AND PUNISHMENT HAVER AKA HANMA SHUJI IS A CANON TICKLISH BISH (affectionate), little tickly fingers are his achilles heel which he has gone thru great lengths to hide, has spent a considerable amount of time trying to do so—not even kisaki knows—the only person that does know is the one he's dating,,, and whenever you do end up finding out that very first time, he just pounces you, wild and wide-eyed, pinning you to the couch. one playful tatted hand is clamped over your giggly mouth and his other has a tense singular index finger bolted up and out where it's then pointedly directed down at your face, while you're giddy and squirming beneath him, as he gleefully glowers down at you, it's a goofy lil threat, "—but don't you dare tell a fuckin soul ! " and oh mitsuya definitely has the best soft dom game out of the TR-verse, ~aftercare master extraordinaire~ ,,, only closely rivaled by draken's game, buuut tbh that's probably why they were bffs from way back ^_^ u know when they both had mohawks together ? they like gravitated toward each others' energy bc they have v similar nurturing dispositions\tendencies and sensed it in each other like finding your kin in the wild, since YEA they actually both grew up around vulnerable females, taka w his baby sisters, ken in the brothel, but i digress,,,lalala no no, rly, lex u speak big truths about mitsuya's love language: huge ACTS OF SERVICE guy, and when he's done running you a bath he will even brush the tangles out of your damp hair so gently because he is so practiced at it, please he fucking LIVES for that soft labor. . + .

#📞moshi moshi #hanma’s lex ♡#leeex this is too cute tho #thank you for being a fan of WORDS #bc i always have too many of them T_T #and iono how to shut the fuck up #tahaha #🔌tr at the bookclub #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev headcanons #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo rev #hanma shuji x reader #mitsuya takashi x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo rev x reader

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