"pete Wentz Totally Put Out A Cease And Desist On This Lol" Awsten Knight Had His Twitter Excluded From

reread @lastmidtownshow24 's fic for the 900th time and cannot get them out of my brain so heres a little awtto based on That One Interview that is so insanely homosexual

Battinson on Twitter Part 6: Make Lemonade

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To: Bruce Wayne | brucewayne@wayneenterprises.com

From: Michelle Baum | mbaum@gothampr.com

Subject: URGENT

Bruce,

Are you awake? I can't get a hold of you.

Call me back NOW. What is going on?!

I can't believe this.

-Michelle

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Bruce woke up with a sore leg. He'd seen Dick swinging around on a chandelier yesterday and had taken a flying leap to try to get to him before he fell. Dick hadn't fallen but Bruce had: The newly-waxed floor (that he'd had to clean himself because Alfred had been cross about Bruce spray painting it again) and his woolen socks hadn't been a good combination and he'd landed heavily on his hip.

It was dark outside. Bruce checked his phone and saw that Selina had sent him a long string of cat emojis. He responded with a single bat. He then deleted the notifications from Michelle and hauled himself out of bed with a groan.

"Why do I still hurt?" Bruce hissed when he saw Alfred approach the doorway.

"Welcome to your thirties, Bruce." Alfred tossed a file on the bed. "Sign these. You're funding a new library in the Narrows."

"Okay. Gotta check on Dick first."

"He's still playing his Robot game. He was hollering about getting eight thousand Robot Bucks or whatever they're called--"

Bruce sprinted out the door, skidded down the hall, and crashed into Dick's room. And there was Dick on his iPad, curled up in the corner and smirking at him like a little gremlin.

"Did you use my credit card again?" Bruce asked. "I'm taking your iPad away if you did."

"No." Dick clutched his iPad to his chest with one hand and sprung onto a nearby column, shimmying his way up to the ceiling.

"What did you do?"

"Nothing."

Bruce frowned. Fine. If Dick wanted to be stubborn, he could wait him out. Surely it wasn't anything too bad.

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someone talk to me about awtto before i go INSANE

they have a very specific dynamic in my mind

i’ll change the colors on my head

i look at rpf blogs and then they post awsten neg and i get sad

Day 34

sharing this one here too!!!<333

how I read the most toe-curling, spine-shattering, nerve-wrecking, nastiest smut ever written in this god forsaken app