Writings by Vanna

Writing blog. 

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Why, oh why, do I have the urge to write Lois and Bruce? I don’t understand this. Anyway, I should be able to get some things up today and beware the ides of March!

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24,28,29,30 WonderBat

24. Who whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ears during inappropriate times?  That definitely depends. If its a social event, Bruce does. If it’s a league meeting, Diana for sure.

28. What do they do when they’re away from each other? It depends. If Bruce or Diana is out for a meeting or diplomatic event, they will call or text to let the other know but its not very often that they do.29. One head canon about this OTP that breaks your heart.Diana not being able to have kids and it hurts because she wants to have her own little family with Bruce.30. One head canon about this OTP that mends it.I wanna say them having kids. Okay, yes. Them being able to have kids and they have a son and a daughter. Their son is Thomas Wayne and their daughter is Andromeda Martha Wayne. :)

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OTP Meme - #26 for Clois / WonderBat / HalCarol / Thomas x Aimee, please and thank you~ 😘

#26 Theme songs

Clois - A woman like you- Lee Brice

WonderBat-  I don’t want to miss a thing by Mark Chesnutt

HalCarol-  I’m to Blame by Kip Moore 

Thomas x Aimee- Fly me to the moon by Frank Sinatra

Yes, most of these are country songs but country is my life and then there is the random Frank Sinatra but I feel these all fit the couples too.

Send me an OTP meme Ask!

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otp question meme

send me a pairing & a number, then I’ll tell you:

Who is the most affectionate?

Big spoon/Little spoon?

Most common argument?

Favorite non-sexual activity?

Who is most likely to carry the other?

What is their favorite feature of their partner’s?

What’s the first thing that changes when they realize they have feelings for the other?

Nicknames? & if so, how did they originate?

Who worries the most?

Who remembers what the other one always orders at a restaurant?

Who tops?

Who initiates kisses?

Who reaches for the other’s hand first?

Who kisses the hardest?

Who wakes up first?

Who wants to stay in bed just a little longer?

Who says I love you first?

Who leaves little notes in the other’s one lunch? (Bonus: what does it usually say?)

Who tells their family/friends about their relationship first?

What do their family/friends think of their relationship?

Who is more likely to start dancing with the other?

Who cooks more/who is better at cooking?

Who comes up with cheesy pick up lines?

Who whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear during inappropriate times?

Who needs more assurance?

What would be their theme song?

Who would sing to their child back to sleep?

What do they do when they’re away from each other?

one headcanon about this OTP that breaks your heart

one headcanon about this OTP that mends it

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Immortal- Wonderbat

A/N: Alright, this is based on this idea given to me by @annaoi. Thank you, darling! And I hope you all enjoy! Also tagging @rapunzella2.

Its been a while since I’ve done one like this but I still hope you guys enjoy. I’m still getting back into the swing of writing Wonderbat.

Being asked what it was like to be immortal was something that Diana wasn't expecting to be asked by the man who dressed as a bat but she thought for a moment. It was a question she never wondered until after she returned to Themiscrya and she had left Steve Trevor and Etta Candy one hundred years ago. "It's lonely." She admitted after a moment as her brows furrowed and the light in her eyes disappeared. She had seen too much death, too much pain, too much brokenness in her lifetime.  "Yes, I have my sisters but it's lonely in the respect that all of my friends will pass away and die at some point and amazons aren't truly immortal. We can die in battle just like the gods. It's...rough. It's not all it's cut up to be. It's not all glory and gold. It's the nightmares that haunt you at night. It's the faces of the friends and lovers that you've lost to age over the years while you stay young and healthy. It's all the death you've seen and caused over the years. It's seeing just how horrible people and men truly are. There's no silver lining anymore when you've seen it all. If anything, it teaches you to appreciate life and love with everything. But it's not worth it to see the ones you love die." Her eyes met Bruce's and she shook her head. "Immortality is the one thing I wish I could give up." It was a confession that she would never make to anyone else but she trusted Bruce. In the short time they had known each other. She trusted him with one of her deepest secrets. She knew he would keep it. "I would rather live a short life surrounded by friends and have good memories than outlive them all and have to bury them." His hand reached for her's to take it in his and he squeezed it softly as he pulled her closer to him. "I would rather you too." He mustered in the quiet of the room. It was just the two of them and in the dark, they could always tell their deepest secrets to each other. He pressed a kiss to her dark hair as she relaxed in his arms and laid her head on his chest as he let his mind dwell on her words. His hand gently rubbed her back as he looked up at the ceiling. He couldn't fathom living forever and part of him didn't want to. It hurt to know that he'd be gone while he was still alive but he knew she'd be able to handle it. The man smiled slightly as he looked at the woman with love in his eyes. He knew she would out live him and that it may be selfish of him but he hoped that she would never forget him and that she'd remember him fondly like she did with Steve Trevor.  "You may be an immortal, princess, but I hope you know that my love for you will never die.  You've saved me, Diana."

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What about a WonderBat AU? (Not a highscool one, please. Anything you want but not a highscool one...)

Agreed!! How about a royal au? I wrote one so I hope you like it but also it could be continued on. You’ll have to let me know when I post it in a couple of hours!

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I'd like a wonderbat fic please. But I can't think of any prompts except for Diana saying what it's like to be immortal and Bruce pondering about it. Dunno what scenario though, so I'll leave it to you to decide.

Oh!! I love that!! Alright, it’ll be added!

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Morning.

Morning, it is not a good morning, mainly because it should be 7 in the morning instead of 8 but anyway. I hope you all are having and will have a good day. I was also going to post something short but it's too early for me to function without coffee. But I've got some questions. Who would you guys like to see first? Wonderbat, Clois, or another pair? Send me an ask with your answer and maybe a prompt!

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Imagine...

A World War 2 AU with the Justice League who are just normal people. Imagine Diana Prince, a young Grecian woman, whose father is a politician and family who is very well respected in Greece being shipped to America while Germany is taking over. She’s not scared, she’s worried and she doesn’t want to go but she knows that she has to and she is angry and devastated to find out that her family has been murdered for not accepting the Nazi party. She vows revenge and joins the brave women who are in the American military as nurses, secretaries, and the lucky few who do get to fight on the front lines. Bruce Wayne is a son of Thomas and Martha Wayne of the Waynes of Gotham and thinks he will be safe from the draft and not have to go to war. But he does and he has to give up his social status and his player ways to fight for his country. He sees horrors that he would never wish upon any man. He is in the army and quickly rises through the ranks with his expert strategies and his planning. He gets his men through the battle to live another day. Clark Kent is a front line reporter. He didn’t expect to go to the front lines but he does and he one of the best reporters that the Allied forces have and they use him to their advantage, always sending him to get the scoop when it’s need and going from France to Germany to Britain. He’s seen it all. He never wanted to fight but he gets thrown into the battle more often than not and he doesn’t come home the same, cheery man he once was.

Barry Allen is just a scientist at home when the Government calls upon him to help build weapons of mass destruction. He refuses, knowing that it isn’t right, but the government won’t take no for an answer and Barry finds himself haunted by what he has been working on with the others for the last four years. He still hears the people’s screams in his ears as he is awake at night. Hal Jordan as a young, eager pilot who is too damn cocky for his own good and too damn good at what he does and loves flying more than anything. He takes all of the dangerous missions he can, having no fear in the world but that doesn’t stop his own demons from haunting him as he flies through the sleepless nights and drops countless of bombs. After the war, Hal isn’t able to look at a plane the same again. Arthur Curry, a sailor, who has sailed too long and forgets what is it like to be on land and around other people- forgets what normal life is like. For the last four years, he had sailed and to him, the ocean was now his home no matter how many people he had killed or how many ships had sunk because of his men. His home is the sea and with the sea he stays because he has no one left to call his own. Victor Stone is a code breaker for the Allies and he has seen one too many worrying messages that are all often too right. It always seemed to worry him. He worked in Britain, America, France, and broke unbreakable codes. He’s called a hero but with what the war has cost everyone involved and all the lives lost, he isn’t sure he deserves it. Lois Lane is one of the only female reporters to go over to the war zone. She only got there by begging and proving herself but she made it and she’s right in the middle of the action, reporting the news. Doing what she loves and getting the truth out there. She isn’t sure how she handles sleeping at night. She isn’t sure how any one sleeps at night anymore but she continues writing and never stops. Carol Ferris, a pilot’s daughter and a pilot herself, flies with the best of the best and goes on just as many missions as the boys do with a Sapphire Squadron that is all female. They’re not nearly as recognized as the men but that didn’t stop them from earning medal of honors for everything that they did during the war. She isn’t comforted by the end of the war either but finds solace in another pilot who feels the same as she does. The war never ended for them. The war never ended for any of them.

Please tell me if you guys want more or if you guys like them~.

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Scars

Her lips softly trailed over the fading marks on his body. It never ceased to amaze him at how gentle she was with him. Bruce knew she could crush him in an instant if he wanted to. His brown eyes watched her as she kissed every scar on his chest- there were many of them. It was the quiet moments like these that he treasured. It was the moments where they didn’t speak and on to each other. They could fall apart with each other. The world didn’t need to know they were broken. It didn’t need to know that they healed each other. He had so many scars and Diana never failed to kiss every one of them. It was a tradition of their’s that she had started after one particular mission together where she had almost lost him. His eyes softened as she made her way to that long scar on his abdomen and kissed it softly as she closed her eyes. He felt her sigh heavily before she slid back up and buried her face in the crook of her neck. They were tired and bruised. Sometimes it was the soft kisses that reminded them that they were alive. Other times it was the steady breathing and the other’s heart beat that reminded them. Whatever it was, Bruce wasn’t going to lose it. He wasn’t invincible and neither was she. His arms slowly encircled her waist and held her tighter as he kissed her hair. They never talked during these moments but they both knew that their love was evident in every kiss and every touch.

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Some angsty prompts for your OTP

Valentine’s Day is almost upon us and your OTP.  And not all couples are going to be happy.  So here are some angsty dialogue prompts, to help break a heart are two.

“You said forever!”

“We seemed to just always come up a little short.”

“Was loving me a joke?”

“I still love you, even after all that has happened.”

“Seven fucking years, and that’s all you have to say!”

“I was getting over you, why did you have to come back?”

“You’re not supposed to catch feelings for a bet.”

“Just this once, please stay.”

“I only ever wanted to hear that you loved me.  Was I asking to much?”

“I love you, but I have to go.”

“I hate you so much.”

“I can’t love you the way you want.”

“You were and still are my everything.”

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Send me some!! And also, tell me who you want it for!

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Dangerous Game

A/N: Yeah. Wow. It’s been a long time since I’ve written anything for DC and even longed for Clois. Anyway. I hope you all enjoy and that Lois isn’t too OOC. It’s been so long. Enjoy!

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“This isn’t a good idea, Lois.” She heard Jimmy say but she didn’t listen to him as she continued to the ledge of the rooftop. She knew it wasn’t but she wasn’t concerned. She never seemed to have good ideas according to everyone. “No, but it’s the only one I’ve got to get us out of here, Jimmy.” The red head fired back as their eyes met and the photographer knew she wouldn’t budge on this. “How do you know he’ll come? It’s been Wonder Woman protecting us since he…” Jimmy trailed off and looked away from the heart broken Lois Lane. She closed her eyes as the ring on her finger grew heavy. Maybe it was petty of her but she knew he’d always come to save her. He had to. “He’ll… he always saves me.” She whispered as she looked up at the star filled sky and sent up a quiet prayer to whatever god that could be listening to her as she stepped up onto the ledge. Jimmy wasn’t sure what he would do if he didn’t fly in and save her. He had faith that Superman would return but not as much as Lois had. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Lois!” Jimmy called out as she turned on the ledge and held out her arms. She smiled at him. Perry had said the same thing. “I know.” The two simple words were all she said as she let herself fall to the wind and she closed her eyes, hair rallying around her. It wouldn’t be long before she hit the ground if Wonder Woman didn’t show up or if he didn’t show but she knew he would. Her eyes shot up as the strong arms came around her and she clung to his shoulders, blue eyes staring into blue and he shook his head at her as he held her tighter and flew into the night. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Lois.” He whispered and she felt her heart melt as she kissed him soundly, overwhelmed with emotions. She had never doubted he would come back but here he was, holding her, and it shocked her. “I know. I had to get your attention somehow.” The reporter stated and he chuckled as he kissed her, losing himself in the moment. It had been a long year without her. “You always have my attention, Miss Lane. Forever and always.”

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The Wind

Lois had never minded the wind as it blew. She had expeienreced the harsh closeness of it, the dry heat of the desert as the sand was blown in her eyes and all but burned her, the salty breeze of the ocean while she read in a lounge chair. She had experienced it on almost every continent but nothing compared to the wind when she had been in Clark’s arms. It whipped her hair around but he kept her close. It didn’t harm her like the desert wind. She closed her eyes as she felt a rush of wind behind her and turned. She half expected to see Clark standing there with that smile that went her heart into over drive. She could always tell it was him when she heard a whoosh and saw a blur of red in her peripheral vision. Lois’ smile fell when she saw that no one was there and that it was only grassland for miles. She swore he was haunting her. Her heart ached as she gazed at the farm he had grown up on. It had been a year and she still felt him by her and with her. The woman knew that she would never forget the way she felt in his arms or how he shielded her or how he held her hand and kissed her. She would never forget how the wind felt on her face as he flew with her. It was gentle and calming like he was. Lois smiled sadly as the wind gently blew. It was times like these that she wondered if he was watching. “I miss you, Clark.” She whispered and prayed that the wind would carry her words to her Superman.

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I'm back?

So so so. I am back. Sorta kind of. I've missed writing for WonderBat and Clois and many others but after much deliberation I'm coming back. I have written a couple of Lois and Clark one shots and will probably crank out some wonderbat. But shoot me a message and talk to me!!! I'm so sorry I've been gone so long and just disappeared but I've had some family health problems and then school and work have tried to kill me basically but I'm here.

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Am I writing clois at work? You bet your ass I am.

Serious question. Should I bring back my writing blog?

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Here is a small short story based on this. . . . She knew. She had always known that they may never last but that never stoped her from dreaming of a fairytale ending for both of them. They both knew they wouldn’t ever have the life they wanted and they were okay with that. They had made peace with that. Lindsey and Beckett knew better than most that it would be a long while before they could ever consider a normal relationship and they handled it as came. One day at a time. That had always been his motto and she had adopted it. It was a good life motto. Something she lived by now. Something she could remember him and all of the moments they shared by. “You two were made for each other.” The voice brought the woman out of her thoughts and she looked over, brown eyes narrowing slightly at the intruder. It was Brandon. “What?” “You and Beckett. You two fell in love but you saw the reality of it all.” “We would have never lasted if we didn’t, Brandon, and even now it’s… iffy.” She told him with a soft sigh as she ran a hand through the light brown curls. He shook his head as his lips twitched up. “He’ll come back to you. He always does and always will, Lindsey. Have a little faith, won’t you?” Their eyes met for a moment and the woman couldn’t help but smile slightly at the light in his best friend’s eyes. He knew him just as well as she did. “A little. For you, Brandon. But there are no promises.” “Faith is all I’m asking, Linds. Faith is all he’s asking too.” He patted her knee once and stood up. “I’ll see you later. Don’t forget. Faith, trust, and pixie dust.” He grinned this time, causing the woman to laugh as she held up the book, showcasing Pride and Prejudice instead of her favorite childhood story. “Wrong book but I’ll take it.” She grinned as she watched him go and she sighed as she thought it over. Faith, trust, and pixie dust was what made up love, well minus the pixie dust, but she could handle faith and trust. He would come back to her one day and until then, she’d wait for him. . . #myown #characters #prompts #writing #ocs #myowncharacters #romance #love #fairytales

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Haunting- John Stewart

A/N: Mentions of assassination, murder, and feels. But once again, another sneak peek.

The man was haunted by the faces of those who he had killed. They had told him to never make eye contact with them. It would make it real. They needed soldiers to be killing machines. They needed them to have no emotions while killing them and the ones that were the best at it became the snipers. They were tasked with taking out the higher officers of the Axis side. It was a justified job they had told him. The target was wanting to harm people but he had a life too, did he not? He was probably a father and a husband. He was a son. Why did he have to make eye contact with the man before he killed him? He could still see the fear in his eyes just before he pulled the trigger. The man's hands shook as he replayed it over and over in his mind. He wasn't able to sleep, hadn't been able to since he had gotten back two weeks ago. Every time he closed his eyes he saw the man die over and over again and he felt his hands clam up as the sweat rolled off his forehead. John Stewart knew he would never be the same again. He was only nineteen.