#THIS IS SO CUTE ILY ANON

[fatuismooches]

AUAIAU AUGH AUAHAJAU AUAGAJ THE THE THE EHT RHE THE THE DOTTORE CONCEPT I AM RPLLING AROUND KICKING MY FEET GIGGLING HELP PLEASE I LOVE IT SM O AM AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA OM DYDING ITS SO GOOD... I NEED TO PUT IT IN MY MOUTH AND CHEW SLOWLY PLEASW

AWWW STOPPP I LOVE THIS- IM ROLLING AND RUNNING AROUND KICKING MY FEET AT THIS MESSAGE TOO😭😭💖💕💞 YOU CAN CHEW ON IT SLOWLY TOO IT'S MY PLEASURE💖💖💖

[butch--dean]

♥️ love train! send this to all the blogs you love! don’t forget to spread the love! ♥️ (no pressure only if u want tho ofc)

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[nanaslutt]

tomorrows smau is “texting them when you have anxiety before ur wedding” (with them ofc hehe) :3

[necrotic-nephilim]

au - tim sneaking out of jason's room one night at the manor and accidentally locking eyes with dick who is sneaking out of bruce's room at the exact same time, breakfast is very awkward the next morning

(i did think of having it be jason instead of tim but honestly jason has 0 shame and even less issue outing himself if it means fucking with bruce and, to a lesser extent, dick)

i'm cackling I love these types of things so much. they're so silly. sometimes we deserve mindless crack for these ships. have a *very* low effort ficlet bc this just makes me snort, enjoy <3

Dick closed Bruce's door as quietly as he could. Usually, he didn't have to sneak around when he slept with Bruce. But the temporary room Bruce had given Jason in the manor was just down the hall, and Dick didn't feel like looking Jason in the eye if he walked out of Bruce's bedroom in the morning at the wrong time.

Just because he was pretty sure Jason knew, didn't mean he needed confirmation and confrontation.

Dick had almost caved to staying in bed with Bruce when Bruce tried to pull him back down, but he kept some level of wits about him, prying Bruce's arm off of him and giving him a final kiss on the cheek before heading for the door.

The one thing Dick did allow himself, though, was wearing one of Bruce's shirts instead of his own. It was a size too large on him but smelled safe and comforting. Dick breathed a quiet sigh of relief when the door latched silently. He let go of the handle, turning around to creep off to his own bedroom in another wing.

And found himself staring at another figure.

With all of the lights off and only faint moonlight streaming through the windows, Dick couldn't tell who it was, at first. His reaction was embarrassing no matter who it was, jumping nearly a foot backward and clutching a hand over his chest.

He was a goddamn vigilante. This was just embarrassing.

The other person wasn't nearly as shocked as Dick, but they stood perfectly still, staring with wide eyes that faintly reflected what little light illuminated their face. Dick squinted, leaning forward to see who it was.

"Tim?" Dick hissed, trying to keep his voice to a whisper. Bruce had fallen asleep and if Dick woke him up now, he was never going to get the stubborn bastard back to bed.

Tim, still looking like a deer in headlights, just blinked at Dick.

"What are you doing up this late?" Dick asked. They'd all agreed to take tonight's patrol off, letting Babs, Helena, Dinah, and Zinda handle it in exchange for tackling the massive human trafficking ring in the morning with fresh eyes and cleared heads. The job was the only thing that had gotten Jason to agree to work with them in the first place. Bruce barely managed to strong-arm Jason into sleeping in the manor, with a decent amount of guilting from Alfred.

Jason, who was in the room only a few feet away from Dick. The room that Tim's hand was resting on the doorknob of.

"That's Jason's room," Dick said slowly.

Tim just nodded. "I know." He wasn't whispering like Dick was, but his tone remained impossible to read.

He just saw Dick walk out of Bruce's room. Had he put it together? It was Tim, after all. if he hadn't yet, Dick assumed he only had a couple minutes before it dawned on Tim.

"What were you doing in Jason's room?" Dick frowned. If he focused on Tim, it could keep the focus off of him for as long as possible. Dick tried to ignore how fast his heart was beating.

Tim's expression was hard to make out in the dark. "We were talking about the case." Still, his tone remained entirely neutral.

Too neutral, for Tim.

"At two am?"

"Well, what were you doing?" Tim huffed slightly when he said it, folding his arms over his chest.

He was shirtless, Dick just realized.

Shirtless and coming out of Jason's room.

"I was-" Dick stumbled over his words, choking as he tried to come up with an alibi. "We were talking about the-"

"I already used that excuse, pick your own," Tim deadpanned. Dick was pretty sure he also rolled his eyes. "I've known about you and Bruce for years, you know. You don't have to pretend."

The noise that came out of Dick's throat was almost as mortifying as the realization that not only did Jason likely know, but so did Tim.

"It... okay it has not been years," Dick's face was hot and he was glad it was too dark for Tim to see his blush. "I mean- it's been a while but not years-"

"Whatever you say." Tim shrugged, sounding unconvinced. "There have been feelings between you two for years, close enough for me."

If Dick died, right here, in this hallway in front of Bruce's door, he hoped the cause of death would be put down as homicide instead of natural causes. Because every word from Tim's mouth made another piece of Dick die inside, just a little.

"It's none of your business either way." Dick tried to stand up straight to sound more in control of the situation, clearing his throat.

"Trust me, I don't want it to be my business."

Dick would've laughed, if this was happening to anyone but him.

"What about... you and Jason?" Dick asked carefully.

Tim shifted on his feet. "What about it? I told you, we were talking about the case."

"Right." It was Dick's turn to roll his eyes. "In his bedroom, at two am, without your shirt?"

Tim stared at Dick for a long, torturous moment. A moment that made Dick agree with Tim, about not wanting to know any sordid details.

"I'm going to bed," Tim said suddenly, turning away from Dick. "Goodnight."

Dick had a thousand more questions he wanted to ask. How Tim and Jason even got together, when it happened. Last Dick knew, they could barely stand to be in the same room.

But Tim was walking away at an alarmingly brisk pace and Dick just sighed. He was too tired and mortified about his own secrets to chase Tim down for an impromptu interrogation that would just end up embarrassing them both more.

Maybe it was best for Dick's sanity if he didn't know the specifics.

Dick didn't consider how awkward it would be until he was standing in the kitchen, staring at Jason bent over a cup of coffee.

Did Jason know Dick knew? It didn't seem like he did, but he had always had a good poker face.

When Tim ambled into the kitchen and grabbed overnight oats from the fridge, he didn't even look at Dick. He seemed to be pointedly avoiding it, sitting as far away from Dick as he could at the oversized dining room table.

All while Dick couldn't seem to stop staring.

"Your cereal is going to get soggy," Jason muttered, and it took Dick a moment to realize Jason was talking to him. "At least eat it before trying to explode my head with your mind, or whatever your staring problem is."

"I'm not-" Dick stuttered. he shut himself up with a mouthful of cereal when Cass gave him an odd look.

Would she be able to figure it out just from his body language?

Dick had never fully understood the lengths her ability to read people could go. he looked away from her and stared at a random spot on the table, trying to eat at a normal pace.

Bruce was the last to wander into the kitchen. He squeezed Dick's shoulder as he walked by, making Dick jump. It was an innocent enough touch that no one would question, but all Dick could think about was the brief look from Tim before he quickly averted his eyes again.

The silence around the table was going to eat Dick alive. He started eating cereal faster.

"Oh for fuck's sake," Jason broke the tension, throwing his head back and slamming an empty mug down onto the table. "Everyone knows you two are fucking, alright?" He gestured between Dick and Bruce. "Stop being so goddamn weird about it, you're acting like there's a bomb in the room."

Bruce choked on his coffee. "Jason." He tried to sound reprimanding, but his voice was a few octaves too high.

Dick threw his hands in the air. "I knew you knew about that, but I didn't know about you and Tim until last night so excuse me for feeling a little awkward."

"You didn't know about what?" Bruce nearly yelled, spinning around to face Jason.

"Damnit, Dick!" Tim groaned, putting his head in his hands.

Jason just scoffed, pointing a fork at Bruce. "Oh don't even give me that self-righteous bullshit-"

Their argument went back and forth while Tim just rubbed his temples, muttering to himself and glaring at Dick.

Worst of all, Dick was pretty sure Cass was giggling next to him under her covered mouth.

Dick just sighed and ducked his head, dutifully waiting for the ground to open up and swallow him whole.

So much for his breakfast.

[buwheal]

*its an old Ecard featuring Garfield. There is a picture of Garfield commenting about his annoyance that its only midweek and the bottom text says "hang in there"*

[the-broken-pen]

hi I saw your recent post I hope your moving went smoothly!

I have a loose prompt, if you wanted/had time/had WiFi to write: an interrogation room meet-cute between villain and non-field agent hero

As soon as the door clicked shut behind them the hero realized they were in the wrong room. A very wrong room.

They blinked. The villain blinked, taking them in.

“You look lost.”

“That’s rude,” they responded before they had the chance to think about it. “I work here.”

“Do you now,” the villain said, and the hero grew abruptly aware of their jacket stamped with the Agency logo, their gloves marking their designation as a touch based hero. It was a miracle they didn’t turn red with the embarrassment of it.

They tried the doorknob behind their back. It rattled, but didn’t open, and internally they started screaming. Just a little bit.

“They don’t open from the inside,” the villain said helpfully. “Security risk, or something like that.”

“I know that,” the hero snapped, and the villain raised an eyebrow. “Sorry.”

The apology blurted out before they could stop it.

“Did you just ‘apologize’ to me?” The villain looked at them incredulously.

“Uh,” they managed. “Funny question.”

“Funny—“ the villain cut themself off. “It’s not a question, I literally just heard you apologize.”

“Maybe you should get your hearing checked out,” they offered, and winced, because apparently every sane part of their brain had fled to France and left them with a singular suicidal brain cell.

The villain’s mouth was slightly open, as if they weren’t entirely sure what was happening. The hero shared the same sentiment.

The villain glanced at the camera, then back to the hero.

“You’re not a field agent,” they said, as if it was dawning on them.

“You don’t know that,” the hero said defensively.

“You’re holding a file.”

“Field agents are capable of holding files,” the hero replied. “Kind of rude of you to assume they can’t.”

The whisper of a smile tugged at the corner of the villain’s mouth.

“Sorry,” the villain said, and it was just barely mocking.

The hero rocked on their heels a bit, drumming their fingers on the file in their hands.

“They’re taking a while to get you out,” the villain observed.

“Yeah, Bob’s on duty.”

“Oh, so Bob doesn’t do his job?”

The hero jerked. “I did not say that.”

“It was kind of implied, though,” the villain said earnestly.

The hero had interacted with villains before: ending interviews for files, the odd informant. Never held a conversation though, and certainly not for this long.

This was why they didn’t do field work.

“What, no response?”

The hero smiled, sickeningly sweet. “I’m compiling commentary to add to your file.”

“So you admit to not being a field agent.”

“Continually makes assumptions, poor listening comprehension…”

“Not a very long list,” they pointed out.

The hero felt their smile sharpen. “The rest involves curse words.”

The villain barked a laugh, and the hero jerked slightly in surprise.

The villain regarded them like they were deciding something, as if they could see something within the hero that they themself couldn’t.

It had been a long time, longer than the hero would like to admit, since someone, anyone, had looked at them like that.

Like they mattered at all.

“I like you,” the villain said finally, slowly, like they weren’t entirely sure those were the words that were going to come out.

“You also like crime.”

“And you know how dedicated I am to that,” the villain said pointedly, a glint in their eye.

“How sweet,” the hero managed after a moment. “This is exactly why I became a hero. To be compared to felonies.”

The villain just smirked. They peered down at the handcuffed hands, then looked up at the hero. They weren’t sure when they had moved away from the door, closer to the villain, but somehow it had happened.

There was something warm to this; it sat in the hero’s chest, light and airy.

“I’ll text you when I get out. Say, next week?”

“You’re going to jail,” the hero reminded, mouth dry.

The villain grinned. “Right,” they drawled, amusement splashed across their face. “Jail. Which is where I am going. And where I shall stay. Absolutely.”

Something clicked, and the hero didn’t have to look under the table to know the villain had slipped their cuffs.

Despite their best efforts, their eyes flicked downwards, like they could see the now empty cuffs below the table. The villain grinned further, as if in challenge.

Are you going to tattle?

The hero swallowed.

“I’m really not supposed to be in here.”

“I’ve gathered,” the villain said. “You work the desk all the time?”

“Yes.”

“Personal choice, or…”

“I like it,” the hero said defensively. “It’s just puzzles, and I’m good at those.”

“Puzzles?”

“Putting things together,” they said vaguely. “Routes and evidence and all that.”

The villain’s brow furrowed, as if they were mulling something over. Their gaze returned to the hero, and it was searing.

“You’re the one who found me, aren’t you.”

“Oh,” the hero said, blushing. “That’s-I’m not—“

The villain leaned forward. “Am I in that file?”

The hero tucked it behind their back.

“No.”

“Are you lying?”

“No,” the hero said with emphasis. The villain laughed.

“You’re bad at this,” they said, but it was fond.

“Thanks, I try,” the hero said. They were waiting for the villain to stand up, but they seemed content to just sit there and watch.

“Mhm,” the villain agreed, and for some reason, the hero flushed even further.

The villain’s gaze snapped to the door, and they tilted their head as if listening to something.

“They’ll be here in a minute,” they said. The hero blinked. “To get you out,” the villain prompted.

“Right,” the hero said. They had forgotten they couldn’t leave, but the villain didn’t need to know that. They had a feeling they knew anyways.

“I’ll call you,” the villain reminded.

“You don’t have my number,” the hero protested.

The villain gave them a look. “You’re cute. Do you like pizza? We could do pizza.”

“We could never speak again.”

“Funny, I’ve never heard of that restaurant.”

“You—”

“Oh look, they’re here!” The villain said cheerfully.

The door swung open, and someone the hero vaguely recognized stepped in.

In the next second, the hero was in the hallway.

“Oh, and love,” the villain called, and the hero cursed themself for blushing. “Don’t be jealous of the other felonies. You’ll always be my favorite crime.”

The hero ducked their face behind the file, but they couldn’t stop the pleased smile that crept from the corners of their mouth.

[nibbelraz]

heh the funniest thing about all the sqh stuff is I literally have most of a fic written from outsider pov which is basically sqh’s head disciple realizing he’s a god and that any prayers to him get answered (usually by sqh without him realizing it). It’s several k words now and the random sqh posting makes me hopeful some people would like it 💜

ANON

ANON PLEASE

On my KNEES AND CRYING PLEASE SEND ME THE FIC WHEN YOU DROP IT I PROMISE YOU SO MANY PEOPLE WOULD BE SCREAMING WITH JOY AT THIS CONCEPT

if not I will scream with joy, I AM screaming with joy rn, I personally will be your number one fan

anon I would love to read this whenever you post/publish it

[dave-me0wstaine]

Imagine Dave with a super clingy gf

Like she’s just constantly trying to cuddle with him and following him around like a lost puppy.🙁

anon, you're a genius!! dave can be a little mean, a little rough around the edges, and you'd think that he'd hate something like this, but i think he'd lowkey adore having a clingy girlfriend. idk something about it would boost his ego.

he loves having you in his arms, so you being clingy is honestly a benefit in his eyes. dave comes to expect your touch, so any time he goes to sit on the couch, he extends his arms, beckoning you for a cuddle session, which you happily agree to.

also i think it would be really cute if in the winter, you get extremely clingy. like, to the point that if he gets up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night, you toddle along behind him, wrapped in the blanket and whining about how cold you are <3

sometimes you worry that you get a little annoying, but he's always quick to pull you in a hug and reassure you that he wouldn't have you any other way <33

[eliteseven]

Cute idea! Shadowheart healing their baby's first cut or bruise?

🥹 Just…imagine the wide eyes, bright and green like Shadowheart’s, and full of genuine awe as they look at the now healed wound, and then at Shadowheart.

She’s regarded like she’s magic, warmth, light, everything good in the world. Only one other being has ever looked at her like that. Shadowheart never thought it possible. To that baby, Shadowheart is safety, protection, happiness. She’s none of the things the cloister tried to force upon her. All that child has ever known is her love, her soft coos, her gentle, healing touch.

Something about being viewed like that probably goes a long way in healing residual trauma for her.

[harkermylee]

Lee wearing lingerie for the first time to try and be sexy for you but still being her awkward, adorable self while it’s happening :,)

this is adorable??

her sitting on the bed waiting for you to come home, wearing a dark set of lingerie that was definitely out of her comfort zone. her body tensing and her thoughts running once she hears the door open, questioning if she should run into the bathroom and change.

your tired steps make it to the bedroom and you open the door, finding lee sat all pretty on the bed for you :(

of course you’re surprised because hello.. it’s lee.. you never expected something like this. but gosh did you like it. the way the material hugged her body and made her look even more perfect in your eyes.

shes sitting there awkwardly, trying to figure out the look in your eyes. she fumbles with her fingers and looks down at her lap, “do.. you not like it?” she asked, her voice small.

“oh baby, i love it.” you reassured her and climbed onto the bed, grabbing her hips and pulling her close to you. “you look so pretty.” you spoke as your hands glided up and down her soft skin.

[fatuismooches]

SMOOCHES imagine. Zandik realizes you're giving him so much, all this love and attention he's never received before, and he... doesn't like that. He's hardly given you anything, why do you give so much without asking for anything in return? So he begins trying to match your energy. He wants to see what will happen. Will you get overwhelmed? Will you be accepting? He's curious.

This backfires for him, because you double your efforts in loving him. Every time he tries to match you, you up the ante. When he asks why, he's flabbergasted by the answer.

"I want to make sure you always feel loved, no matter what."

Zandik considers himself a logical man, one of reason and science. He believes the way to truth is through hypothesizing and experimentation. Which is why he finds himself pondering and thinking about your actions far too much. Are you perhaps conducting an experiment on him? Is that why you are being so doting and loving? Is that why you love him so much and try so hard for him despite his lackluster actions? Are you trying to see how long it'll take for him to let his guard down, and then take advantage of him? (He knows he's lying to himself, but he can't help it.) Interesting, very interesting, and quite intelligent of you to be honest. He has to applaud your perseverance, not many would take it this far for someone like him. Alright, then he will do the same thing, You will become his little test subject as well, and then he will see how you like the tables being turned. Sure, it's going to be a bit of a struggle for him to be as affectionate as you, but he will do it, for the sake of the experiment. Yes, the experiment... that's totally what this is for.

Unfortunately, the variables of this experiment were far out of his control. Zandik genuinely didn't think it was possible for you to be even more lovey dovey, but here he was now, practically being smothered by how affectionate you were being. For once, Zandik is completely and utterly... outclassed. He simply can't hope to match you in this area... now he just has to know, for his notes and future reference, why do you go so far? Especially for him? Your answer is laughably simple, and he too would have laughed if he wasn't so shocked. You just wanted to make sure he felt loved at all times. How dumb, Zandik thinks. How dumb... how stupid of you to waste your time and energy on something like that...

But this was the only experiment Zandik has ever been glad that it resulted in a failure.

[dipperscavern]

okay so I just started seeing this guy and he works in landscaping so he’s outside a lot. (Walk with me I promise this will make sense) He’s incredibly good with animals, like has birds land on him and chipmunks eat out of his hand type shit.

And he’ll do this cute thing where he sends me videos every time he interacts with an animal. So I get all these pics of frogs and birds and snakes. BUT BUT it’s given me a new headcanon for modern!cregan because I feel like he would do that, I have a feeling Cregan’s good with animals. I just know it.

- pewdiepie anon 😘

first off that is so so so adorable and i hope it works out for u!! second off YES. THIS IS SO MODERN CREGAN.

i think i mentioned this in a post about father cregan, but babies just gravitate toward him. he exudes this aura of literal.. security. and babies n animals are about on the same level on the imaginary scale, so i think you’re soooo right about animals gravitating toward him.

toads n frogs not hopping off him when he picks them up, and little birds landing on his head n picking through his hair. stray cats always come up to him, even the weariest ones. your lock screen is a pic of cregan with a butterfly on his nose <3

[beanghostprincess]

just wanted to say that every time I see your sanuso posts on my dash my day gets 100 times better, thank you, you're doing God's work

:(( This is just so so sweet,,, Sometimes I think I'm being a bit annoying and over the top because I keep spamming the tag with my writing 😭 But I'm so happy to see some people enjoy it this much. It makes me want to keep writing more and more!! 💖💖 Sanuso is a really important ship to me, I think you all can tell-

[ratioyangreal]

hold me tighter, embrace me warmer

story synopsis : in which ratio learns to enjoy the simpler things in life, like cuddling at sunrise.

cw : generally a cute drabble, unless you're allergic to physical touch, in which I advise you to maybe not read this lmao

wc : 296

a/n : um um they're such cutie pies pls I love them

divider from @/fawndollie

Simple orangery hues leak into the room, the sunlight brushing through the glass of the window. The sky is hugging the sun closely, clouds gather far in the distance, clotting together and painting the world with lightning and rain.

However, that is for another time, as the alarm on the dresser blinks and runs bells, blaring annoyingly. Ratio groans, reaches for the damned thing and shuts it off with a forceful slap.

It is 7 o’ clock. He blinks, groans in annoyance again, and is slowly brought to reality. Sitting up, he stays there like that. Barely being able to notice that he's not alone in bed, before he's pulled back down onto the mattress and sleep begins to lull at him again.

He finds his voice, it sounds horrendous.

“..mgh-... Yang, I'd appreciate it if you didn't try dragging me back to slumber.”

The other mumbles something, pushing Ratio up against the headboard of the bed and lays on his chest.

“..you're so warm… Can you stay for 15 minutes?..”

A dramatic sigh.

He cuddles up against Welt, the brunet softly smiling as a reaction. “Only for 5.”

“Give me at least 10, love.” he grumbles, pulling on the younger’s shirt. “We don't spend a lot of time together, and I'm not sure if I'll get the chance to hug you like this again..” he argued, but he knows the other’s weaknesses. His morning voice is everything compared to ratio's.

It's strangely attractive to the other, a faint blush blooms across ratio’s face. “Stop it.” he mutters back, grabs at the brunet's hair, pressing him into a sweet kiss before shoving him back into his original position.

If his husband would like some alone time with him, maybe he'll accept staying in bed for longer.

[ask-melody-hayes]

You and Pheebs : 3 I made this in ms paint lol

Awh, thank you birdie! This is so cute.

@resident-paranormal-researcher I feel like you’d appreciate this, too.

[cosmic-d1ce]

Fanart from an anon :)

I love the Brazilian flag on Forever's bat and his little tail :((

Phil looks so skdbjsbwjs he is little and squishy i want to shake him

Your style is so cute i absolutely love it