Au Wondertrev: The One Where Steve Doesnt Die And They Have Coffee, Read The Newspaper, And Moonlight

au wondertrev: the one where steve doesn’t die and they have coffee, read the newspaper, and moonlight as international spies before having annoyingly adorable kids 

soundtrack

01: la vie en rose, louis armstrong

02: do you want to know a secret, the beatles

03: sunday kind of love, etta james 

04: bring it on home to me, sam cooke 

05: dream a little dream of me, ella fitzgerald

Soikkoratamo

All the people you’ve been,  which one is you?

Midnight Excerpts #43 // L.H.Z (via lhzthepoet)

the batcat modern au u never knew u needed: 

Bruce Wayne is 30 when he decides that enough is enough. The playboy lifestyle is tiring. So when he comes across Dick, Jason, Tim and Cass AKA adorable orphans with their own set of Issues, he knows that he has a chance to do something good---give them a home. Only the agency won’t let him adopt them as a single dad. When Selina Kyle, his on-again off-again girlfriend and the only ex he remains friends with comes back into town after a year in Paris, Bruce realizes that she might just be the solution to all his problems. 

alternatively: 

Bruce and Selina get pretend married For The Children. But when the month is up and they no longer need to put up a pretense, who knows what’s real and what’s fake? 

Selina’s halfway into a decent glass of wine when Bruce Wayne shows up at her door with disheveled hair and a casually wrinkled suit that does wonders for his face. 

“Selina,” he says, dark eyes peering at her almost shyly. His voice is as low and warm as it’s always been when he says her name and oh---she’s over it. She is so over it. Right? 

She’s about to make a joke or something---she doesn’t really know, honestly---but he beats her to it.

“I need you to marry me,” he blurts out. 

What. 

Selina blinks, head tilting in a combination of confusion and lightly buzzed amusement. She steadies herself against the door frame. 

Bruce blushes, the bastard. “Sorry, what I mean is---” He pauses, gives her a pleading look she can count on one hand that she’s ever seen him give. 

“I need you to fake marry me.” 

Any Black female who lives in Oakland

Do not go to the liquor store on 90th and MacArthur, around 10-14 Black men will be standing out there with vans and they will try to snatch you up, the Arab dudes who own the liquor store are in on it do not go there during the night, if it wasn’t for my boyfriend being with me last night they would have got me #staywoke