" what the hell are you doing ?"
you look away from your screen to stare at your boyfriend from beneath the mountain of pillows you’re laying under. there are snacks ranging from sweet to salty strewn all around your bed and a spot right next to you saved specifically for him.
you raise a brow " i’m watching my show." you state. katsuki’s eye twitches. he stalks towards you slowly, menacingly, like he’s waiting for the perfect opportunity to pounce at you. you shove your chin and nose underneath your blankets.
"you’re watching our show. " he corrects, squinting at you "you’re watching. our show." he reiterates.
"katsu-"
" our show. an’ yer fuckin’ watching it without me." he glares daggers into your fucking soul and with the rage of a thousand suns as he spits the words out like they had somehow caused him harm.
"you said i could start without you last time !" you defend weakly. he rolls his eyes as he stomps over to you and climbs into your bed "yeah, last time, but this ain’t last fuckin’ time, dumbass." he growls. you whine when he lifts up your blankets and the cold air nips at you. "oh shut up, big baby, weren’t whinin’ when ya decided ta watch the one show you know we watch together." his words are mean but he scoots impossibly closer to you
you scoot over to make some extra space for him so he can lay down comfortably before squeezing yourself right next to him again. “you’re the one who said, and i quote ‘ i could give less of a shit about this stupid show, just don’t have anything better to do” he scrunches his nose at your crude impression of him. “ i don’t fuckin’ sound like that.”
“it’s what you sound like to me.” you retort.
he growls, nipping at your ear which causes you to let out a giggle mixed with a little squeal “needa get yer fuckin’ ears checked then.”
“i just started anyway. i can just rewind it” you lean forward to place your mouse back to the beginning and plop back on your pillow with a groan. katsuki snorts. “ i was gonna wait for you, but you were taking too long” you mumble out already invested in the images on screen.
katsuki knocks his forehead against the side of your head softly then also turns his attention to the screen. “ it’s shitty hair’s fault” he gruffs out “fucker kept on yappin’ about whatever the fuck, couldn’t leave.”
you fake gasp in shock. pretending to be hurt you place a hand on your chest and look at him wide eyed. he raises a brow “wow. i can’t believe you like kirishima more than me.” you turn your nose up at him and hold back a laugh when you see his expression morph from confused to straight up insulted.
“where the fuck d’you get that from?!” you can’t keep up the façade when you see his face and burst out laughing, his facial expressions are seriously something else. he relaxes slightly but he still doesn’t look amused. “i’m just joking. i know you just wanted to be nice” you reassure, his face relaxes and his shoulders sag as he releases a frustrated sigh. “you know, since he’s your friend.”
he cracks his head to look at you, wide eyed and brows furrowed he shoves his head against yours so hard he basically headbutts you. you let out a little yelp and laugh “don’t even start with that ! fucker ain’t my friend." he spits the word friend like it tastes gross in his mouth, it makes you laugh even harder. “right~” you sing.
you think things have calmed down after a little bit, your both watching your show, then katsuki suddenly knocks his forehead against your head again.
“hey.” he mumbles. you blink up at him waiting for him to finish. he chews at his lip and looks towards the screen then looks back at you, cheeks turning pink.
"ya know i don’t…like him more than you, right..?"
you tilt your head "who ?" you ask. he grunts like speaking is physically challenging, his face turning redder by the second “shitty hair. don’t like ‘im more than you." his eyes dart away then focus back on yours " don’t like anyone more than you."
you feel your cheeks flush and you suddenly feel extremely warm and giddy. you giggle and his cheeks darken in color "where's this coming from?" you chortled. he scoffs at you and pokes you in the stomach, turning back to the look at the screen to avoid your mushy warm loving gaze. "fuckin'—nowhere ! m'not allowed to…fuckin—!" he fumbles around for what to say. you decide to spare him and place your hands on his scorching cheeks, he struggles a little bit (barely) but let's you turn his head towards you, he pouts at you, trying his best to look intimidating but he just looks like a angry little kicked puppy.
"m'just teasing you , suki" you're rubbing his cheek with your thumb and his eyebrows stay furrowed despite him leaning into your touch "i know you don't like him more than me, if you did, i don't think you'd be here" he rolls his eyes and bites at the palm of your hand. you chuckle "i don't like anyone more than you, either" you're sure there are hearts in your eyes as you speak, you hope he can see them.
" 'f course you don’t." he mumbles out the words into your palms fast without missing a beat, it tickles. he smirks into your hand when he sees you roll your eyes at him, he truly is a little shit.
"don't like nobody more than you." he proclaims quietly, closing his eyes, his long lashes brushing against his cheeks.
"yeah" you purr, the hearts in your eyes spread all around your body to the tips of your fingers and toes, it makes you warm and soft, and so fond of him. you don't like anybody more than katsuki, you can't. not when he opens his eyes and gazes at you with burning cheeks but hearts in his eyes and you hope the ones in yours spread all around his body too, because his have started to intermingle with yours, coursing through your veins.
"yeah." you sigh, " yeah me neither."
you can't like anyone more than you do katsuki as you watch your show together.
@slashersl0t i wrote this thanks to you twin <3 !
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The notification came not even a second ago, and it had him fly across the city just as fast.
Nightwing barely acknowledged the thrum of the Batmobil following closely behind, already on his way to west end of Gotham City.
"5 Assasins in view, more possibly hidden away. A child, around 11, leading them." Oracle's voice was clipped in the way Dick knew she didn't like this.
This screamed like a trap, why else would the League of Assassins be in Gotham of all places?
He lands on the roof, tense and gripping his escrima sticks tightly.
Batman is on his tail, taking over lead, and they are near the group of unwanted guests.
He sees Red Robin on the other roof, backup if needed.
The child clicks his tongue at the sight of them, shaking head with a grumble. "Danyal, Father has found us, we should get this over quickly."
The amount of shock and confusion he feels makes him wonder if it were a dream.
Another click of tongue but not from the child in front of them, no. It was another child re-appearing from the invisible spectrum.
His hand around the throat of a limp talon.
"I didn't think he would be so fast." The other child comments.
"As expected of father." The first child, green eyed and serious nods. Towards batman.
"Now, for the reason we are here."
He steps to the edge of the building, and Nightwing desperately wants to get him from it, clearing his throat.
"I, Damian al Ghul, heir to the demon's head, formally declare war on the Court of Owls." Damian's voice is loud, unforgiving and unrelenting. Eyes burning.
It almost made him miss the words he spoke.
"The League of Assassins has a claim to Gotham," the boy spits. "And i won't let some society take it from us."
The unnamed twin throws the limp talon from the edge with a grunt. "Take that as a warning!" He halfheartedly shouts after.
And so it began.
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DPxDC drabble
- Dead rat -
Danny wasn't sure he remembered what warmth felt like anymore.
Ice settled into his bones, his very core.
He relished when he could feel the faint impressions of warmth from outside, from the sun, a hug, a hot plate of non lethal food.
There wasn't any warmth here.
The buzzing florescent lights were no replacement for sunshine, no one was able to touch him through the glass, the food they gave him were cold mounds of grey... something.
Danny curled in on himself in the corner of the room as he glared at the scientists watching him through the glass.
He was nothing but an animal to them.
A project.
He wanted to escape, to be free, but he had lost a lot of ectoplasm before he ended up with them. He was drained and they were keeping him even more drained.
He was running.
He wasn't sure where he was going.
He just needed to get away.
And they found him.
God he is such a fuck up.
If he hadn't let it slip to his parents who he is- what he is, he wouldn't be here. He would be at home. With Tucker and Sam. With Jazz.
Not... wherever here is without any ectoplasm to heal his wounds.
His head snapped up from his knees when the door to his pristine white cell opened.
A man in a suit walked in, immediately flanked by what appeared to be body guards who eyed Danny with caution.
"I do apologize for the treatment of you so far, but I do believe we can make sure you have better... arrangements in the future. As long as the two of us are at an... understanding."
Danny stared at him in silence for a moment, h opened his mouth to speak, his brows furrowing when it took a moment to get his vocal chords to work, and when they did, they were scratchy from disuse. "Understanding?"
"yes, as I see it I can help you, and you can help me. In exchange I can get you out of this dingy little room and into a much better one, a proper bed and everything."
Danny's eyes narrowed "who are you?"
The man grinned, offering a hand to help the thin and fragile looking boy up, thinking that he had agreed. In his mind, who wouldn't? "Lex Luther."
Danny, using what little strength he had left, smacked his hand away, "not the first billionaire to offer that fruitloop." He hissed.
Danny didn't watch him as he stormed out, but he heard each and every footstep banging against his skull. Danny stared at his hand, wishing the warmth from the hardly a second of contact lingered a little bit longer.
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okay i dont want kids but i cannot stop thinking about how good spencer is with kids. just thinking of like. will bringing henry into the office at the end of a work day because they're going out to dinner with jj after and they want to pick her up.
will goes off to find jj and you and spencer are entrusted to keep on eye on him, and spence is just. immediately so good with him. he's doing his little magic tricks like pulling quarters out from behind his ears and spouting endless facts when he asks him questions and just overall being so great with him, and you can NOT stop smiling
henry's like "do you work with my mom?" and spence nods, and he looks at you and is like "does she work with my mom too?" and spence nods, and then henry's like "she's really pretty" and spence looks at you too, cheeks tinting red but still smiling, "yeah. she is."
you nearly die on the spot.
and then you have to excuse yourself to the break room because picturing your crush as a dad is killing you very quickly. emily and derek can't even hold their laughs in as you run off
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