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[lfthinkerwrites]

🧠 Edward Nigma

🧠 Pick a character, and I’ll tell you my favorite headcanon for them.

You can pry blue-collar high school dropout Ed from my cold dead hands. I think it adds a lot to his character if the persona he constructed for himself is as far removed from his true origin as you can get. (Something he'll die before admitting: a lot of his mechanical skills he picked up from his Dad, who I headcanon as a garage mechanic.)

[strangersteddierthings]

Shovel Talk(s) Part 3

Part One 🦇Part Two🦇Part Three🦇Part Four

Steve wants to be self-sabotaging. He wants to give Eddie a reason to break up with him. To end this before Steve ends up hurting him. Yet he's also helplessly in love, so instead of being ten minutes late for their date, he's fifteen minutes early.

He forgot he was going to just honk the horn until Eddie appeared and only remembers he was going to do it after he's already knocked on the front door. Eddie answers, looking as beautiful as ever even though he wore that shirt yesterday, but the jeans are clean, and his hair is brushed. Steve does manage to hold himself back from opening the passenger door for Eddie like he usually does, instead sliding himself into the driver's seat.

Eddie does shoot him a curious glance but Steve's careful about not looking at him as he starts the car and heads towards the bowling alley.

Jonathan, Nancy, Argyle, and Robin are also at the bowling alley. It's not exactly a coincidence they run into them because Steve knew they would be here. (Sabotage was the goal. Turning their three-month-aversary into a group hangout might do the trick.) But Eddie likes bowling, and their friends, and also seems to be using the group atmosphere to hang off of Steve more than he would if they were bowling just the two of them.

And if Steve's being honest with himself, part of him knew that would happen, too. That Eddie wouldn't mind the group because their friends cover for them wordlessly. Eddie wraps his arms around Steve and suddenly Jonathan is standing between them and anyone who could see. Eddie leans in to give him a quick cheek kiss and Robin is at Steve's other side doing the same thing. Argyle and Nancy spread out across the seating, leaving barely enough room for Eddie and Steve to sit, so their close proximity looks forced rather than wanted.

And Steve's bad at not wanting Eddie. He finds himself reaching out and having to snatch his hands back. He plays hot and cold all night and it does have the desired effect. He can see Eddie's patience waning, can feel a shift in their dynamic and his stomach twists with shame.

He keeps conversation with Robin, and Jonathan, and Nancy, and Argyle. But not Eddie. He doesn't outright ignore Eddie, though. When Eddie talks to him, he answers but he doesn't initiate conversation. Uses as few words as possible to answer before rushing to take his turn.

He should apologize.

He can't say anything.

He's in love with Eddie, so Eddie has to leave him.

He's in love with Eddie, so Eddie leaving will ruin him forever.

Eddie should hate him, so this would be easier.

Eddie should love him, so this would be easier.

Steve's a goddamn mess all night, and no one calls him on it.

Why would they? They think he's going to hurt Eddie anyway.

-

"Did I... do something?" Eddie asks. Steve feels a little sick to his stomach as he puts the car in park in front of Eddie's house but doesn't turn the key. After tonight it's not likely he'll get invited in anyway.

"What?"

"You've been distant all day, dude," Eddie says and Steve can hear the frustration in his voice. He also notices that Eddie called him dude, which he hasn't done since their first date. "Distant for a while now, actually."

"Sorry. I didn't realize," Steve lies, staring straight ahead. The voice in his head keeps chanting 'just break up with me already' because Steve knows it needs to happen, but he can't do it. But also he's thinking 'tell me you love me so I know we're in this together' and also 'I want to love you but I'm scared'. His whole mind is a contradiction right now.

Eddie looks at him, face carefully neutral, "What did I do?"

"Nothing," Steve is quick to say, because it is true and he doesn't want Eddie to think this is his fault somehow. "You didn't do anything."

"So, is it something I haven't done?" Eddie asks.

"No." Yes. But also no. Tell me you want this as much as I do. Tell me you hate me.

Eddie looks down to his hands, which are fiddling with his rings. They sit in silence because Steve doesn't know what to say. After what feels like an eternity, Eddie must decide something because he nods to himself and says, "right." before he climbs out of the passenger seat and slams the door shut.

The slam sounds so loud, so clear, so final, that Steve feels something inside him crack, echoing the slam. He rips off his own seatbelt and climbs from his car quickly, the need to reach Eddie before he closes himself behind his front door suddenly very important, suddenly overriding any other thought he's had. Steve just knows that if Eddie gets his door closed, then Steve really will have proven everyone right.

And he doesn't want to.

He feels it in his bones that if Eddie makes it into his house, and gets his front door closed before Steve says anything, that it will be with the thought that Eddie somehow fucked up their relationship and Steve will not be able to live with himself if Eddie believes that.

"Eddie, wait!" Steve shouts as he rounds the front of his car, beelining for the door.

His shout works, because Eddie, hand clasped on the doorknob, twists to look over his shoulder instead of opening the door. Eddie doesn't hide the hurt on his face, or the pain in his voice, "What, Harrington?"

Steve doesn't know what he's going to say, hasn't planned for this. He had never wanted either of them to hurt in this relationship, not in a way they couldn't fix (he'd promised Wayne three months ago-), yet he let his mind take him down the road of self-destruction. Self-sabotage. He'd fucking planned to ruin their date. Eddie should leave him.

And yet.

Steve might feel he's not good enough, or nice enough, or changed as a person enough to deserve Eddie, but in the end, Steve thinks, realizes, it's not his decision if Eddie finds him deserving or not. That's on Eddie.

And now, seeing Eddie, who always looks beautiful but now looks hurt, Steve doesn't want to just give up because everyone he cares about thinks he's not good enough. He doesn't want to have ruined this. If he can just be open, and honest, then Eddie will at least hear him out. He's just got to say something true. He opens his mouth and- "I love you."

Eddie's hand drops from the doorknob as his whole body turns to face Steve. His eyes are wild and wide as he asks, "What?"

That wasn't what Steve had thought he would say, but now that it's out he doesn't want to pretend he didn't say it. But he's possibly also having some sort of manic episode because he just starts talking and can't stop. "I'm in love with you, Eddie, and it fucking scares me to death, because no one seems to think that I can, or that I deserve to, but I do and I want to. I've just been spiraling thinking about it and about how everyone thinks I'm just going to hurt you, because that's the last thing I want to do, ever. But then I just spent this entire night trying to make you hate me which just means that I am hurting you. And, also, if more than one person makes a point to like, bring it up to my face, that I'm just going to hurt you, there's got to be some truth to what they say, right? Multiple people aren't usually wrong and now I've proven them right anyway because I've been an asshole to you this whole day, whole week if I'm really honest, and I hate myself for that beca-"

Eddie shuts Steve up by grasping both his shoulders and shaking him like a ragdoll. Steve didn't even register that he'd left the porch and had walked up to him. "Stevie, Steve, shh. You gotta slow down, sweetheart. That's a lot to take in."

"Right. Right, sorry," Steve's voice sounds watery to his own ears, and also Eddie looks a little watery, which is odd and- oh. He's crying, he realizes, when one of Eddie's hands moves to swipe a tear from his cheek.

"Go inside, sweetheart," Eddie nudges him towards the door, "I'm going to turn off your car and I'll be right in."

Steve obeys because he's pretty good at following instructions. Unfortunately, it does mean he just stands anxiously in the entrance hall waiting for Eddie to come in behind him because the only instruction was 'go inside'. Steve's not even aware that he's worried Eddie might not follow until he comes back into view and a wave of relief washes over Steve.

Eddie leads him down the hall to his bedroom before making Steve take off his shoes and clamber into the bed. Eddie fusses and arranged them so that Eddie is sat up against the headboard and Steve is cuddled up between his legs, head tucked under Eddie's chin. Steve worms his hands behind Eddie's back to hug him, and Eddie wraps his arms around Steve to return the embrace.

"Stevie, I got to be honest, I thought you were wanting to break up with me today," Eddie says.

Steve tightens his hold just a bit, "No. And yes. But also never?"

"That makes no sense."

"The thought of breaking up... I'm not going to lie, Eddie, I have thought it. But not because it's what I want. It's because there were moments when I thought it was what would be best, for you."

"How the fuck do you reckon it would be 'best for me' to break up with me?" Eddie is rubbing soothing circles on Steve's back, so he doesn't think he's in too much trouble.

"I let... I just got into my head about things. Your uncle gave me the shovel talk, which yeah, okay, fair. He's basically your dad, he's supposed to be on the lookout for people who would hurt you. But then, he wasn't the only one. And no one straight up said I would, for sure, end up hurting you, but then I learned that no one had given you a shovel talk and I just- Fuck. This all sounds so stupid! I don't want someone to threaten you. That's not what this is about but it's just- it feels like- why doesn't anyone care that I might get hurt, too? And then everything spiraled."

"Oh, sweetheart," Eddie presses a kiss to the top of Steve's head. Steve doesn't deserve this comfort.

"I just- I found myself thinking that like, if I just broke my own heart first, by breaking up, then they wouldn't be right. But also like, they wouldn't be wrong, because breaking up would hurt you, too, and then they'd pick sides and they'd pick yours because they were right about me but also, they're wrong because you have the power to fuck me up, too. 'Cause I love you."

"That's the third time you've told me," Eddie says.

"You don't have to say it back," Steve is quick to say, "I just- Now that I've said it, I can't seem to stop but you don-"

"I'm in love with you, too, you know," Eddie whispers, cutting Steve off as one of Eddie's hands comes up to play with Steve's hair. That thing that cracked inside him early, the feeling that made Steve call out to Eddie, settles back together somewhere deep within him.

Eddie plays with his hair for a bit before he says, "It's super fucking shitty of our friends to put that on you. And I'm sorry for not noticing that you were hurting. If it helps, Robin has given me a shovel talk. Kinda. I think she also gave one to Nancy at the same time? But for like, past you." That gets a chuckle out of Steve. "And Erica threatened to slash my tires if I hurt you, not even a full two weeks ago. And I don't think she even means like a breakup hurt. I think if she learns about today, she'll slash my tires even though we talked it out. Or, will have talked it out, by the time she finds out. Which I hope she doesn't. Because she'll slash my tires."

Steve is a little amused at the end of Eddie's speech because Eddie does sound, just a little bit, afraid of Erica. He tilts his head up and presses a kiss to the underside of Eddie's jaw and then freezes, because he's not sure he should have. Not after how he's treated Eddie this past week, and today especially. But Eddie doesn't react like he's upset. His fingers still glide through Steve's hair and his other hand rests on Steve's back in a half embrace.

"I'm so sorry, Eds," Steve says, shoving his face into Eddie's neck. "About today, this whole week, for- for everything. I'm so sorry."

"I'm sorry, too, sweetheart," Eddie whispers back, "I let myself think things of you, you know. Shit I know isn't true, and wouldn't be, because I was scared, too. That I'd fallen for you. I didn't let myself believe you'd love me back, so I thought some really awful things."

"Well, I acted on my thoughts, so you don't have to apologize."

"Yes, I do. And I accept your apology."

Steve huffs, breath warming his face along with Eddie's neck. "I don't think you did anything wrong, but I accept your apology, too."

They lay for a few moments more before Eddie's shoving softly at Steve, to get him to roll over, onto his side. He does, facing Eddie, and Eddie rolls onto his side to face him. Immediately Steve's hand seeks out Eddie's, he can't stand to not be touching him in some form right now. Steve slots their fingers together, and Eddie curls his fingers down to grip back. Steve brings their joined hands to his lips, placing a kiss on Eddie's knuckles before he says, "So, where do we do from here?"

"I don't know the where," Eddie gives him a soft smile, "but I do know that I want it to be together. So, I guess we just, go forward, together. With more talking. You have to let me know when you're hurting, babe. I can't help if I don't know."

"I know," Steve nods, "I know. And I'll try. I promise, I'll try my best but I don't- what if I can't?"

"I think you can," Eddie says. "You did, today, just now. And I guess, on nights we're really mad at each other, we go to bed mad but together. Same bed. Because I'll need the reassurance of you being here."

"Yeah, yeah, we'll do that," Steve says before pressing one more kiss to Eddie's knuckles, then letting their hands drop back to the bed. There's more talking to be done, Steve's sure. He wants to explain himself better, more thoroughly, but Eddie is content to let him lay here so Steve's going to take it for now. "Can I stay here tonight?"

"Yeah, sweetheart," Eddie says, soft smile on his face. "You work tomorrow?"

"No," Steve says, "why?"

"Redo date. Make it a whole day thing. Just us," Eddie explains with a shrug, "Not that the bowling wasn't fun. Just-"

"Yeah," Steve is quick to agree, both because he wants a redo, too, and because he doesn't want to hear the rest of Eddie's sentence. "How about we go to Indy for the day?"

"Sounds great. Now, let's get some PJs on and channel surf until we find something tolerable," Eddie leans in, giving Steve a quick kiss before rolling himself off the bed and beginning the search for pajamas. Steve's happy to watch him bend over the various piles of clothes around his room.

[hailsatanacab]

I'll ask after that secret number 8!

I only remembered secret number 8 because I saw your wip here! I'd started this one based on the same prompt, then lost said prompt and stopped working on it 😅

Instead of a snippet, I'm just dropping it all here - maybe that way I'll feel inspired to finish it?

———

It’s a full house for dinner tonight and, really, that should have tipped him off.

Bruce sits at the head of the table, smiling softly as he watches over everyone’s antics. Damian is regaling Dick with everything they saw at the zoo that day (Danny had been so happy to see Delilah the purpleback gorilla again, and her new little additions to the troupe, too!) and how well they are implementing the grant the Wayne Foundation had gifted them. Tim, Steph, Cass, and Duke are all engaged in a thumb-war tournament which Danny has no interest in participating in. It just wouldn’t be fair on them.

Danny loves that look. The one where Bruce’s eyes crinkle when he thinks none of the kids can see him. It oozes love and it makes Danny’s heart, his core, ache. 

It’s been a little over a year since Alfred found him on the street and managed to wrangle him back to the manor to stay—even after the whole biting thing when he realised how rich they were. 

A little over a year here and Danny’s starting to feel like family.

Starting to feel like he might, just maybe, like to make it official.

“Danny,” Bruce says, drawing everyone’s attention. Danny starts at his name, but Bruce’s voice is warm and calm, and his shoulders lose their tension almost immediately. “Danny, I have something I would like to tell you.”

“Uhhh…” is all Danny can croak out, eyes flicking back and forth between Bruce and the rest of them. Smooth. Looking good, Danny.

Except… they’re all happy. All smiles, all relaxed body language, all radiating calm and love and acceptance. Well, not Damian—his face is as thunderous as it always is—which at least means it’s nothing too out of the ordinary.

“Danny, first of all, I just want to impress upon you that this is in no way something you have to do. You are under no obligation to join us and, no matter what, you shall always be welcome with us in the manor.”

Wait, what? Danny squints at Bruce, trying to parse exactly what he’s saying… Is he—is this them asking to adopt him? Do they want to make it official, too? 

It’s been a little over a year and of course Danny has imagined calling Bruce ‘Dad’. Of course he’s imagined being part of the family, of course he wants to make it official!

He can’t help the beaming grin or the bright and bubbling “Yes!” already waiting on his lips. All Bruce has to do is ask, all Danny needs to hear is—

“I’m Batman.”

The smile freezes on Danny’s face.

His lungs stop working, his heart stops working, he stops working, he just—

“And I’m Nightwing,” Dick smiles, breaking the awkward silence. 

Danny’s eyes snap to him, and then down to Tim when he admits to being Red Robin. Duke is Signal, Steph is Spoiler. Damian begrudgingly tells him he’s Robin, but Danny can barely hear it over the ringing in his ears.

“I’m Black Bat.” Cass cocks her head, almost looking concerned. It always felt like she understood him the most. Whenever he was feeling low, too in his memories, or stewing after a nightmare, she was always there, ready to card her fingers through his hair and never mention his tears. It makes his heart ache to think of it now. “It’s okay, Danny.”

It’s meant to be reassuring, but how—how can it be okay? How? 

Danny’s spent a little over a year with them. A little over a year with Batman. 

Batman, who works with the Justice League, who works with…

A little over a year. 

Just under 16 months since he escaped.

“Danny? Are you alright?” Bruce asks

Finally, his lungs kickstart and suck in a shuddering breath, only for everyone to drop their smiles.

Didn’t take them long, did it? Now that their ruse is up, there’s no kindness in their eyes, they’re just… cold, calculating. Evaluating. 

“Why?” Danny gasps, his fingers tingling, his heart in his throat.

Just under 16 months since he—has he escaped? Or was this just another one of their experiments?

"I... I trusted you, why—" Danny chokes back a sob, gritting his teeth as his shoulders shake. Why? Why would they do this? "I was happy here, with you. I thought... Weren't you happy?"

"Danny..." Bruce is looking at him, eyes narrow and eyebrows pinched, in some cruel facsimile of confused concern and all Danny can think is how much of an actor he is. How well he can play the part of a doting father. How much he made him want that.

"I don't understand, why..." 

"I'm sorry we didn't tell you before, I can imagine that it comes as a shock. We shouldn't have lied to you, Danny, but—"

"Stop it!" Danny slams his hands down on the table and pushes himself up on wobbly legs. Even standing, he feels so small. Smaller than Bruce, than all of his adopted siblings. They crowd above him when they all stand, too. "Just stop it! Why are you doing this, why are you still pretending? Stop it!"

It was easier, with Danny's biological parents. The knowledge that they'd do anything to get him on a lab table, to open him up and see what makes him tick, to rip him apart molecule by molecule, had always been there. He knew they hated ghosts. He knew they hated Phantom. He knew they hated him. It was easier because it was something he'd known all his life. When he died, when he became a ghost, he knew what to expect from them. It hurt, of course it did.

But it was easier than this.

"Danny, I'm going to need you to take a deep breath. You're having a panic attack and you need to breathe."

"Breathe?" Danny laughs, the sound harsh and choking, too high pitched in his hysteria. "You're joking, right? Or is this just more of the—the experiment?"

"Danny, please, we don't know what you're talking about, you—"

"You don't know? You're Batman! You work with the Justice League, you work with—" His words choke off as his stomach churns, bile rising in his throat. His whole body itches, screaming at him to leave, he can't go back, he can't, he can't, he can't!

Bruce takes a hesitant step forward and Danny scrambles back, his feet catching on the chair behind him and sending him careening to the floor. Where are the agents? Why aren't they swarming in, ready to apprehend him, strap him back on the table, carve him from the inside out.

"Please, Danny, calm down. We don't—"

Danny stops listening. His back hits the wall and he pulls his knees into his chest, his shoulders dipping down as he begins to sob. His heart throbs inside his throat, too painful to swallow around. Tears fall hot and heavy on his face.

Sure, he could run. He could phase out through the wall and he could be out of Gotham in a couple of hours. He's escaped the GIW once, he can do it again.

But that was before Batman knew who he was. Before he had the World's Greatest Detective on his tail.

Before he... 

He really thought this would be different, you know?

He wanted to make it official.

"Why did... Why were you so nice to me? Why did you make me like you? I really—I really liked you. I-I thought we could be a family."

"Danny, we are a—"

"Don't lie to me!" Danny snaps, but the force of his anger leeches all the fight from him, and suddenly all that's left is a bone-weary tiredness. There’s a lump in his throat that hurts. There’s a line down his chest that burns. "I don't care. I don't care anymore, I don't. Just... don't make me go back there. Please." 

Is it futile? He thought he knew how the GIW operated by now, the depths that they would go to achieve their results, but this... this was a whole new level of pain that Danny thought he had left behind him in Amity.

"We're not going to make you go anywhere, Danny, you're safe here, I promise."

"Safe? Safe? You must have—" he takes a deep breath, tries to stop the quivering of his voice. It’s all starting to make sense, now.  "The reason you're telling me who you are is because you must have told them everything already. I know the Justice League—I know you're working with them, which means the ex-experiment is over now, and they're coming to take me back. And I can't go back."

"Danny—"

"I can’t!” Danny glares at Bruce with all the rage he can, fingernails digging into his skin. “I’m not going back!"

"That's right, you're not going back, Danny. I won't let that happen." Bruce crouches down in front of Danny, his hands open and raised as if he's trying to say he's not a threat. "I don't know who you're talking about, and I'm sorry about that, but I can promise you that you’re not going back there. We will keep you safe."

Danny pulls himself closer, tucks himself further into the wall, eyes flickering all across the room waiting for that tell-tale flash of white as the agents start to swarm.

He should take his chances now and run, he should go, he needs to go!

The rest of them, his brothers and sisters of a little over a year, are spread out, giving him and Bruce some space. The same concern colours all of their faces. Why are they still pretending?

Steph is chewing on her thumb. 

Danny liked Steph and her brash confidence, her jokes. She's been promising to paint his nails for months now, they've just never found the time. He was going to go for green and black, or maybe a galaxy theme, depending on what she felt comfortable doing.

He likes them all.

"You were supposed to be my family." His mouth turns down at the corners and his voice shakes like a child. "You were supposed to—why? Why would you—I don't understand why you would make me like you..."

"This isn't an experiment, Danny," Bruce's voice is steady, soothing. "I promise."

"But you work with them and—"

"Who do I work with?"

"The Justice League."

"Yes, I do, but we—"

"And the Justice League works with them. The GIW." Danny trembles with the name, clutching tightly onto his hoodie. "I'm not going back there, Bruce."

Danny doesn't miss Bruce's look over his shoulder, nor Tim's nod in return. Tim turns slightly to the side to hide his movements, but Danny bets he has his phone in his hand, probably letting them know they can take him now. Guess this is it, then. They'll be here soon, and he'll be gone.

"Kill me."

"Danny? What do—"

"If you ever had any kindness for me, if you ever cared, kill me. Please, Bruce. I can't do it again."

"Danny..."

"End me now. Take my core out and break it, please, before they get here."

[skkpaws]

a lot of people are talking about the new wan chapter and the idea of skk being fanfic writers and can i just propose that if they were fic writers in the canon universe they’d have the CRAZIEST authors notes explaining why they weren’t updating.

Notes:

“Heyyy sorry for not updating, I met this annoying ass kid from the mafia and was forced to work with him so my friends wouldn’t be killed but I guess it worked out cause this dude we had to find was starting shit in MY name (long story 😒). Anyway we found him and dealt with him (I did most the work) so now I’m back! I’m at a new place now but don’t worry, updates should continue as normal 😁”

Notes:

“hi guys sorry for being gone i almost died (bullet wounds suck .. >_>) but then this nice man helped me (i was such a great patient :3) ! then we both got captured by some assholes but dw we both got out! posting this at the bar rn ^_^ hope u enjoyed”

[minisugakoobies]

💗 w/hyunjinnie!!!!!

💗 [ Hummingbird ] - A series of light, rapid, and fluttery kisses on a small area

Anon, I'm ngl, I am picturing this as Yours for the Night!Hyunjin, but if you have not read that one then it's just another Hyunjin! 💕

*****

In the middle of the night, Hyunjin feels you stir. Here comes the moment he dreads, where you slowly slide from his embrace and his bed, dressing quickly before slipping out the door.

He hates how much it bothers him. This thing between the two of you is supposed to be casual, but he feels anything but about it.

He can't bring himself to ask you to stay. At least, not out loud. So. when he feels you roll off his chest, he follows, draping his arm over your back. Lightly, he brushes his lips over your bare shoulder, again and again, covering your soft skin in kisses.

He hears you exhale in surprise. For a moment, nothing happens, and he braces himself for what will happen next. But instead of leaving, you turn on your side, tucking yourself against him.

He falls back to sleep with a smile.

*****

Send me an emoji and I'll write a fic for a kiss

[happypeachsludgeflower]

Does anyone else ever think about how funny it would be if Leonard McCoy’s “the ex wife took the whole damn planet in the divorce” was literal 🥸 like, okay, but just hear me out 🥸 what if Bones was royalty 🤣 AND NONE OF THE CREW REALIZE BECAUSE THEY THINK HES JUST BEING SARCASTIC 🤣✨✨💃💃

[xofemeraldstars]

bucktommy time! 💖 when you receive this message 💌 you must share at least one (1) headcanon about bucktommy being domestic! 🏳️‍🌈🥰

aaah hello 👋🫶 okay okay let me think... 🤔🧐

after they moved in together, tommy started leaving buck lil notes whenever they got a week or more of ill timed shifts where they barely get to see each other and buck jumped on it right away, sometimes it gets a bit competitive lol like hiding a note to make sure the other only finds it much later, or planting decoy notes.

one week, without realising they had the same idea, each went to the other's station and left a note in their locker or in tommy's case hidden under buck's favourite bag of snacks in the kitchen. whenever they find the note they text each other to show how fast they found it.

of course none of the notes get thrown away and much later, as they're looking through stuff for their upcoming wedding, they both pull out the boxes and well. they don't get much more planning done that day after all 😏

[skywlker-sluvtt]

I saw a tiktok about anakin and padme makong luke and leia in the back of a speeder so I’m begging you kindly to do 🚗 with anakin

I love youre blog sm <33

OMGGG!!!! i think i also saw that and i gasped because they're actual freaks and its canon. and also thank u 🤍 anakin x senator!reader 18+ below the cut nsfw emoji ask game

🚗 car sex headcanon

✧ speeder sex usually occurs when anakin convinces you to sneak away from a relivable important event and rents a fancy speeder for you both to fuck in.

✧ you excuse yourself to the bathroom desperate to get away from all the formalities for a while. as you leave the room someone reaches out and pulls you into a nearby hallway.

✧ flush against his chest you yelp looking up at anakin and his shit-eating smirk. "M'lady" He teases devouring your body with his eyes pressing a light kiss to your knuckles.

✧ he convinces you to sneak away and promises you a good time in the back of a speeder to let out all that pent-up stress. speeder sex might not be the best but it's certainly hot as hell. the both of you adore it.

✧ during the ride over there anakin reaches over and teases you with gentle touches to your thigh. he pulls your dress up enough to stoke the soft skin just before your aching core whilst he drives like nothing's happening.

✧ when he finally finds a safe spot in the lower levels of coruscant his lips are immediately on yours. he pulls you over the console to sit on his lap. he's quick to pull the top of your dress down to expose your pretty tits so he has more groping access.

✧ it's a tight squeeze with the both of you but ultimately you're able to make it work. you start off riding him in the front while he sloppily plays with your clit.

✧ many wet kisses are placed all over his cheeks and neck as you try and concentrate. not seeing him in so long always gets you needy and he loves it. he whispers dirty nothings in your ear.

✧ "such a slutty little senator, imagine if y-your colleagues knew what ran away to do" "you like this don't you? getting fucked in a speeder like the 4 credit slut you are"

✧ when it gets too hot anakin gets you to bend over the back seat and relentlessly pounds into you from the back, using the door for slight coverage. he likes calling you "a cheap whore" while he's got your dress scrunched around your waist exposing your tits and ass for a passerby to see.

✧ what can he say he doesn't mind giving someone a show as they walk by 🤭

[navybrat817]

HEAR ME OUT. You. Bucky. You on Bucky’s bike in a reverse straddle. Him facing you. You’re caged in against the handlebars. NAKED. He’s revving the engine till you drench the leather of his seat. 🏍️🖤

Hold on, nonnie. Are you the one who recently sent me the IG video with the "biker"? 👀

Sorry. I had to do the Bucky gif.

You lovelies are really going to make me write a biker fic, which I have avoided. At the very least Bucky with a motorcycle, which I do have a few of those.

Because now the image of Bucky smirking as you make a mess on the seat and the sound you make are even sweeter than the purr of his engine and-

Love and thanks! ❤️

[campbyler]

Have the kids started figureing out there is something between Mike and Will? Especially the the teenagers. Because I would 100% see it if they were my counclers

i don't think so! the party are all counselors to the younger age group (9-11 year olds) so i don't think that really have the insight nor do they Care. i think if Anyone has noticed it's the junior counselors (they are probably the ones picking up the slack if mike and/or will are late to/miss an activity/absent from their cabins) but also wouldn't dare say anything bc will is the camp director's son <3 we love a nepo baby!!!!

[theicarusconstellation]

🌿 who is your favourite character you've ever written?

☁️ wip you want to write but haven’t started yet

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writer ask game

🌿who is your favorite character you’ve ever written?

REGULUS BLACK

rab reggie reg regulus arcturus black regulus baby black little star regulus

☁️ wip you want to write but haven’t started yet

my italian regulus classical vocalist au, se sempre nel mio cuore🤭 regulus is fresh out of uni after graduating as a prodigy 23-year-old with his doctorate in vocal performance pedagogy. he’s renowned as the greatest countertenor of the age within the classical community, and although he loves what he does and singing gives him euphoria as a transmasc genderfluid person and an outlet since they’re selectively mute, they miss the life of normalcy they never got to have. in walks rich 33-year-old james “i haven’t sung in years and have no connection to the classical world so i have no idea who you are” potter who signs up for voice lessons because he’s just moved to florence to expand his business and needs a hobby desperately. regulus agrees over the phone to teach him not expecting much, then in walks this Literal God with the most beautiful baritone and regulus keeps giving him love arias in romance languages because he’s just so lovely. meanwhile james is also in love at first sight, and they both know it, so he uses the songs to charm up regulus as best he can, and regulus uses them to communicate her feelings.

[lfthinkerwrites]

Fanfic emoji ask:

💖 what made you start writing?

🥰 how do you feel about reader interaction?

💖 what made you start writing?

Honestly? To fill a void and out of pure spite. I'm a big fan of Nigma's PI arc in the comics, and when I started writing, I could count on one hand how many fics there were of him in that period. I had stories with him I wanted to read, so I had to write them.

The Riddler tag at the time was also inundated with Gotham, and nygmobblepot, nygmobblepot, nygmobblepot, neither of which I'm a fan of. So I started my own fics out of sheer spite, just so there'd be something different in the tags, lol.

🥰 how do you feel about reader interaction?

I love interacting with my readers. It's the highlight of my posting, seeing how folks will react to my latest offerings. I can't wait to see the comments and conversations I'll be having when I end The New Order, lmao.

[desceros]

so whats this about leo going to a bookshop a little too much for it to be normal at the end of the fic?? 👀

😏

[therentyoupay]

Three sentence meme: Tahnorra + Arranged Marriage AU 💍🌊

Heart heavy with the weight of all the lifetimes, journeys, and Promises of those who came before her—and how could they do this to her, how could they have made this Promise for her, some 200 years ago—Korra of the Southern Islands, the Avatar, the rescuer, stood at the altar on the beach amidst the gilded glow of the sunset and dipped her hands into the sacred basin, touching her forehead, heart, and then his hands, binding this once-waterbender to her—in this lifetime.

Tahno, the once-arrogant and once-selfish soldier from the Eastern Swamp Islands whose power—whose spirit?—was stolen from him, met her gaze with dull gray eyes, as if he were begging her, one last time, You don’t have to do this—I am no longer what I was and you don’t deserve the burden of dealing with what’s left of me; curse the Ancient Promise and what the Elders think it means; you owe us nothing.

Even when he had controlled water, he had never understood it, and he had never fully understood the lengths to which she would go to fulfill her duty, but he wouldn’t be allowed to underestimate her any longer; he would watch as she restored balance to the world and to the spirit realm, as she returned his bending, and—if he had any respect for her at all, for their tribes, for their islands, for himself—he would spend every day of the rest of their lifetimes ensuring that he was worthy of her strength, her Promise Kept, her compassion, her sacrifice.

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[mishy-mashy]

Does En have some kind of anxiety disorder? How do you think?

I don't think so. I think he's just faint at heart. I already talked about why he's a product of his time, quick to always run when faced with danger. Rather than anxiety, it's just survival instincts with En

The post in question

He doesn't panic until his life itself is threatened. He let Midoriya run around and do his thing, and whenever he appears as a vestige to advise Midoriya, he's not anxious or anything. He's just telling Midoriya his own limits, which is pretty in-line with how En views himself: he always talks about his limitations as a weak Quirk.

It was just facing AFO and the threat of being stolen we see him lose his cool. AFO probably sparks some bad memories and trauma in En, considering he just turned to run and got sawed in half by the guy that killed his Banjo-senpai (who some vestiges openly admit has a great, really useful Quirk).

If AFO could get Banjo, he could definitely get En, who's weaker than Banjo in. Everything really. Mind, Quirk capability, physical strength, etc.

To reiterate something in the first paragraph: it's not anxiety, it's survival. En's behavior is more like a prey animal than a predator. Even Banjo, when pressed against a wall (they can be stolen), panics.

But other than that, the two are pretty composed and view their Abilities as tools in their arsenal. Banjo views his as good for capture and mobility (both moving around and wrapping himself up), and En uses it to obscure vision and thinks about the cover's use.

Notably, Shinomori didn't panic when he saw AFO's looming hand. The only ones to freak out that AFO could reach them were Banjo and En, two city boys from when society was still ruined and trying to collect itself. The only two active wielders AFO managed to get his hand on to steal OFA. The others aren't as panicked.

[minisugakoobies]

hiiii! mingyu from svt for the game 🧡

🧡 [ Knuckles ] - A kiss on each individual knuckle

Oh, this one has me feeling so soft!

*****

"Ow!"

Mingyu's loud yell pulls your attention away from the tv and towards the doorway he's just walked through. You quirk your eyebrow in question as he rejoins you on the couch.

"I was stretching and I hit the door frame," Mingyu explains sheepishly, rubbing his hand.

"You're a walking disaster," you declare drily, but the smile on your face can't hide your fondness for your clumsy boyfriend.

Mingyu keeps rubbing at his hand while the two of you continue the movie you were watching, so you take pity.

"Here. Let me see."

His hand is warm in yours. You give it a thorough glance over, not seeing anything but a slight redness on his knuckles.

"I think you'll live," you inform him, patting lightly. But instead of agreeing, Mingyu gives you his signature puppy dog eyes.

"Kiss it better?"

You laugh, but the look in his eyes tells you he's not joking. Slowly, you bring his hand to your lips. He watches as you lightly kiss each of his knuckles, a faint blush on his cheeks blooming to match the color on his hand. As soon as you've finished, he pulls you towards him for a long, lingering kiss.

"Better now?" you ask when you part for air.

He nods, tapping his nose against yours. "All better."

*****

(Yeah ok I definitely pictured Cross My Heart!Gyu for this one... I'm sorry, I love him! 💕)

Send me an emoji and I'll write a fic for a kiss