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oh my god this is gorgeous

Wedding night (OCs)

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° ༺ The Legacy We Build ༻⋆°

✰ 2. Rebuild & Retreat ✰

⛧ 3. Rumor Has It ⛧

How many times can Y/n be shipped with people? When does it end?

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4. TBD

⛧°⋆༺ Until Next Time ༻⋆°⛧

Taglist: @aerisevx 

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ੈ✩‧₊˚ * Dream of Mine ੈ✩‧₊˚ *

SMAU One-shot

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Elias Bouchard X Reader

⛧°⋆༺ At The Magnus Institute, you work semi-frequently with Elias Bouchard, and lately you've been dreaming about him. ༻⋆°⛧

⛧°⋆༺ Until Next Time ༻⋆°⛧

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ੈ✩‧₊˚ Dating Miss Joke is like...

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Having a captivated audience in one person. She reacts to almost all of your messages, and always acknowledges every single one.

She is very sensitive to changes in your mood, and is always quick to respond your attempts at struggling in silence.

She loves to make you laugh, most especially when she gets a snort out of you. Drawing that kind of laughter from you is a challenge for her. It inspires her to tell increasingly obscure jokes, just to get to the point that breaks you.

She absolutely loves when you play with her hair as she tells you about her day. However, she becomes distracted by the feeling of your fingers every now and then, which always turns into, "This isn't working. Let's switch." And then she's playing with you instead, fidgeting with your hair, tugging at your clothes, or rubbing at the tension in your muscles. All this while she talks with you adding in commentary here and there.

She lives and dies for your commentary. As much as she is a chatterbox, she always wants to know what you're thinking.

Despite the laughter and chaos wields, it is clear to you that she takes you seriously. More seriously than anyone else ever has.

⛧°⋆༺ Until Next Time ༻⋆°⛧

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ੈ✩‧₊˚ Being a morning person dating Aizawa is like...

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Waking up to the sound of your alarm and immediately silencing it, so as not to disturb the man beside you. He grumbles and pulls the blanket back around him as you leave bed, sinking deeper into the mattress if possible. As he slips back into sleep you are passing to the bathroom, exiting quietly.

You glide through your morning routine with ease, washing your face and brushing your teeth among the many little pieces of your morning ritual. The coffee pot grumbles to life, much like the man still curled up in your bed. Meanwhile, you prepare thermoses for the both of you, filling them with warmth for the day ahead of you.

You are dressed and tapping through your phone as you sip at your coffee when he finally returns to the world. He gets up finally not because he wants to, but because he has to. You both have to get up in the mornings; the difference between you is you like to be up and partway through your routine over an hour before you're ready to leave whereas he drags himself out of bed ten minutes before.

He accepts his coffee from your hands with a mumbled thank you pressed against your cheek in a faux kiss.

You get the door, and he locks it behind you both. This is the rhythm between you.

He may complain every now and then, but he doesn't mind your schedule or habits as much as you originally expected him to. If anything, he appreciates it. Your early nights means he has a warm bed to crawl into at the end of the day...if only for a quick nap before a night patrol, or relentless wakefulness on a restless night.

For him it's a reliable constant thing he can expect from you. You are a rare and beautiful certainty in his life. While he doesn't always say it, he finds paradise in your mornings.

⛧°⋆༺ Until Next Time ༻⋆°⛧

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ੈ✩‧₊˚ A Broken Clock is Right Twice ੈ✩‧₊˚

Dick Grayson x Reader One-Shot

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Mild Angst & Fluff

He tries to break up with you after some guilt from too many late nights.

He misses one too many nights at your side. The talk looms over him. The one in which he tries and fails to break up with you:

Having a vigilante boyfriend isn’t easy. It means going to sleep in a cold bed and being woken up when he sneaks home in ungodly hours, bumping into your dresser at 3 AM. Now this doesn't necessarily make you a light sleeper, or him a bad vigilante, but there’s something about taking off the mask that kills spatial awareness.

He always manages to crash into something like a cat with the midnight zoomies. The comparison makes you snot softly, turning your head to a more comfortable angle against your pillow. Honestly, it’s a good description for him. He might as well have nine lives, and he certainly lands on his feet. 

Living in a city like Bludhaven doesn’t help. The city isn’t particularly kind to the faint of heart or the light sleeper. Last night you fell asleep to the sounds of a neighbor’s…merry-making. Or dispute? It was hard to tell. Either way, you had let your laptop fill the space with a video essay, a fun rambling and overly eloquent one. You drifted off somewhere between the creator referencing Plato and insisting that Oliver Queen was Batman’s secret identity. (You know better of course, but at least the narrator had a soothing voice.)

Having Dick Grayson as your boyfriend also means adjusting to someone who is always fashionably late to everything. Even when you know he doesn’t have anything else fifteen minutes ago, he still shows up late for no good reason. It’s just in his nature. It would bother you more, but most days you’re just happy to see him.

Most days.

You nurse a now cold cup of tea, sinking into the cushions of your secondhand obtained couch with some dismay. A deep sigh escapes you. He is very late. 

On one hand, you really can’t blame him. He is always fashionably, unintentionally, and infuriatingly late. Between his night activities and his day job, he’s stretched thin. You know that.

It doesn’t make you feel less lonely right now. 

There’s a rottenness to the betrayal like a bowl of fruit going soft. You should’ve known better. It’s your fault, not his. You’re the one that’s too much, who expects too much. You choose to stay up to wait for him. 

You have work tomorrow, and you really should just go to sleep. You shouldn’t stay up waiting, but…it’s your birthday, or it was. Was it so bad to want to say goodnight to him for once? Your birthday was supposed to be special. Growing up, birthdays were an ordeal, forgettable, or something in between, but he promised this one would be different. He begged you to let him make it special, and this was all you wanted. 

It stings. Tears threaten to overwhelm you, your vision beginning to blur. It hurts almost as much holding them in as it does letting them come to the surface.

When Dick comes home to you curled up on the couch with the lights still on, the apologies on his lips die at the sight of you. He looks at you with a sharp despair in his eyes. It clenches at his heart because he didn’t want to do this to you. You don’t even have a blanket. Your mug is empty and cold on the table. You didn’t even go to bed.

You waited. 

His chest aches with guilt. You tried so hard. No! You’ve been trying so hard, giving him chances he never earned. He let himself get caught up in everything but you. 

He considers you mournfully for a moment, standing with his jaw tight and shoulders slumped. Then the scent of his own sweat alongside whatever grime he picked up on patrol assaults  his senses. He pads to the bathroom to clean off. You’re asleep, and he needs to wash off the city. Maybe some shame too. If you wake up, maybe he’ll have figured out what to say to you by then. 

Or maybe something that could fix this whole crumbling relationship thing because with all his absences lately he had a feeling that there was this growing space between you. That wasn’t totally accurate, there may have been an additional space growing between you that he had contributed to. He kept not being able to deal with it. It was hard to be in a committed relationship, and he just kept laying down more bricks to the wall he settled between you.

He wanted this relationship, but his nights out and the darkness of the city reminded him why these things never lasted, especially not with someone like you. You deserved better than him, someone who didn’t leave you waiting, who made your birthday special. He had really wanted to be that person, but maybe this was it? The beginning of the end.

With pajama pants on and smelling like your scented body wash, he creeps back out into the living room. Honest to goodness he just wants to carry you to bed. He wants to hold you and kiss your head and fall asleep like that, but another part of him thinks it will only prolong the suffering. He doesn’t know what to do. 

His foot slams into the corner of the couch, pain shooting signals up his leg. He doubles over, clutching the back of the couch with a hiss, grasping for support.

Of course it wakes you. How could it not? 

You blink sleep and sleeplessness out of your eyes, a string of sounds slipping out of your mouth. He sniffles, “Sorry, can you repeat that?” 

You settle into a cat-like stretch, letting out a yawn, causing one to escape him in response. Yawn. “Don’t do that!” he says, “I’m still trying to convince myself I’ll have enough sleep for tomorrow.”

You reach a lazy hand out to him, “How was your night?” You know why he wasn’t here. You don’t want to fight. You just want him, what little of him you can have. 

He sucks in a breath.

“Is it your toe?” You pull yourself the rest of the way out of your crevice in the couch with some difficulty, “We have frozen broccoli.”

He rests a hand on your shoulder, pushing you back onto the couch. “No. No frozen broccoli. We…we need to talk.”

“It’s 4 AM, hun. Can’t it wait ‘til morning?”

I think we should break up? I think you deserve better? I think I’m an asshole. He never did figure out what to say in the shower. He was lingering much too long on the vanilla in your soap. The vanilla he went and covered himself in. What a horrible decision! As much as he wanted to be near you, he also knew he couldn’t. 

“I missed your birthday,” he says finally. He doesn’t know what else to say. You were just going to have takeout, watch a movie on the couch together on your laptop, have some time together. The two of you…

You sniffle, “There’s always next year.” Next year. Another year of this to what, come home to you devastated. 

“But I miss everything,” he says much quieter.

You freeze at the drop in his voice, taking in the defeated pout he bears. “Hold on. Are you trying to break up with me?”

“I--”

There is a fire ripping to life beneath your skin. Everything comes broiling together into one hot sticky mess. You waited. You miss him all the time, but you still love him. You still try to make it work. Relationships take work, and you know that, and here he is pre-decided, trying to chicken out on you.

“No.”

He gasps, flapping his jaw as words bubble in his throat. “No?”

“I said NO. You don’t get to break up with me.” 

He huffs, the pout deepening into a frown, “You can't just tell me I’m not allowed–.”

“You can’t just decide for both of us!” You push at his shoulder. It isn’t particularly hard, but there is some force to it. He of course doesn’t even budge. 

“You’ve clearly already had some stupid breakup narrative play out in your head and decided you’re doing me some favor. At four fucking AM. While smelling like my soap by the way!” There’s a crack in your voice and a glitter in your eye that stabs him in the chest once more. 

Your voice breaks as you gesture to him, but your eyes catch on something else, your expression shifting. “You are covered in bruises.” You lift the hem of his shirt, “and you’ve ripped your stitches,” you murmur.  

He looks down at them, sheepish. “I can do them. You have work in a few hours. You need your sleep.”

“I need my boyfriend to stop being an idiot,” you reply, that warmth drifting into your tone despite it all.

“You deserve someone that you can be normal with. Someone who’s here.”

You lift your gaze to his. “When have I ever been normal?” He snorts a little at that. “I love you, don’t I? Have to be a little strange to.”

He could be offended, but somehow this is washing over him better than the burning water, your words scald him and bring him to life. Of course he doesn’t want to leave you, but he doesn’t want to make you stay.

“You’re doing it again,” you say.

He urges himself to find something silly and lighthearted to say, to turn the temperature of the room around, to put out the fire burning in your eyes. As beautiful as you are, he doesn’t want to keep upsetting you. All he does is hurt you! 

You huff, tangling a hand into his hair, “We need sleep. Let me patch you up, and then come to bed. I’ll scold you when you’re making us both coffee in a bit.”

He mutters, “I can do it myself. Really, you should go to-” Your fingers yank at the roots of his hair. Not too hard, but not at all gentle either. 

He winces. Pulling him to your level for a moment, you press your lips against his cheek. It must be uncomfortable for him. “Don’t test me. You missed my birthday.”

The way he curls up against you says the words you needed to hear him say. It’s not tight and grasping as if he is scared of losing you, nor is it loose and fragile as if he’ll destroy what remains like crushing an egg inside a fist. It’s a penance. He curls up against you, tucking him into you like you belong there, and you are both quite certain at this moment that you do in fact belong. 

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° ༺ The Legacy We Build ༻⋆°

✰ 1. Long Time No See ✰

⛧ 2. Rebuild & Retreat ⛧

Y/n laments the chores of having moved and trying to settle in. The instructions also suck. All Might to the rescue!

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3. Rumor Has It

⛧°⋆༺ Until Next Time ༻⋆°⛧

Taglist: @aerisevx 

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batfam writers on here got me wanting to work on sum dick grayson stuff :0

(I'm working on something SUPERRR rough rn) expect her within the week

btw ur looking at like a nightwing fan. I adore him. He was the first ever action figure I got, and I cried when I lost him, looked all over my university to find him. ANYWAY I've been shy w this whole fanfic thing and worrying so much abt what I make or put out there? but I'mma jus keep trying. Why give up before I've even begun?!

- urs truly

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LMFAO there's a super popular batfam x reader writer who thinks this btw!! Stay safe y'all and Fuck Trump !!!

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so, anyway, chinga la migra. fuck ICE. no one’s illegal on stolen land and hell, even if they were “illegal”, the immigration process in America is a convoluted nightmare that can take years and thousands of dollars. ICE is detaining and deporting people outside of courtrooms while they attempt to legally go through the process. They’ve detained documented immigrants and American citizens. They’ve detained and deported European tourists who were traveling to America on vacation.

And, I cannot stress this enough, even if someone did come to this nation as an undocumented individual, they believed in the American dream enough to seek the protection and freedom of a nation that is now firing tear gas and rubber bullets at citizens who are exercising their first amendment rights.

But no, go ahead and keep spitting out your fascist-fed talking points. I don’t understand how you’re struggling to find something to write when half of your page is an insult to literature everywhere.

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i love that diva

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° ༺ The Legacy We Build ༻⋆°

⛧ 1. Long Time No See ⛧

Y/n, former sidekick of All Might, makes a surprising move out of the states and reconnects with their old mentor.

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2. Rebuild & Retreat

⛧°⋆༺ Until Next Time ༻⋆°⛧

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✰ The Peanut Gallery ✰

The Heroes || The Students || Master

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✰ The Students ✰

The Heroes || The Peanut Gallery || Master

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✰ The Heroes ✰

The Students || The Peanut Gallery || Master

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⛧° ༺ The Legacy We Build ༻⋆°⛧

Master Post

Dad Might SMAU

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Found family All Might x Former Sidekick!Reader

The Cast

The Heroes || The Students || The Peanut Gallery

Long Time No See

Rebuild & Retreat

Rumor Has It

Yet to be titled

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⛧° ⋆Welcome In! Stay For A While. ⋆°⛧

[Master Post]

༻⋆。BNHA ༻⋆

Aizawa

Wounds & Wonders -- AO3 fic, OC x Aizawa

Nights to Remember -- Aizawa x Reader, SMAU, One-shot

Office Flirt -- Aizawa x Reader, Desk Job SMAU, One-shot

Being a morning person dating him is like... -- 324 words

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Miss Joke

Dating her is like -- 207 words

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All Might

The Legacy We Build -- Dad Might X Former Sidekick!Reader, series, platonic

༻⋆ TMA ༻⋆。

Elias Bouchard

Employment Status: It's Complicated -- 6-part short fic ending with one smutty chapter

Eat Me, Drink Me, Keep Me Close -- Vampire!Elias x Reader One-Shot

Dream of Mine -- Elias Bouchard x Reader, SMAU, One-shot

Until the End of Days (The Liar Tells All) -- AO3 Fic, OC x Elias

With or Without You, Here’s the Re-Do! -- Sequel to Until the EoD, OC x Elias

Past-Due -- Elias x Librarian crack(?)fic

༻⋆ DC ༻⋆。

Dick Grayson

A Broken Clock is Right Twice -- Dick Grayson x Reader One-shot, mild angst & fluff

༻⋆ Naruto ༻⋆。

Kakashi

(You must be sensing a trend at this point.)