#Neat lil thing I just noticed :p
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Quick thing I noticed but if Bruce refers to himself as “Bruce” more in replies? He’s talking to your muse or feels more like himself without the cowl around them. I noticed he does that to Clark and Damian, but with others he doesn’t know he removes all traces of “Bruce” entirely and sticks to just referring to himself as “Gotham’s Knight” or “The Bat”, almost as though yeah removing any personal touches or connection from the situation entirely.
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Your husband Namani ୨ৎ ⠂°⠄🕯
little piece about namani kento as your smitten hubby (was supposed to be drabble + headcannons but i got a lil carried away)
(i gave up after a while but i wanted to post something)
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content: female!reader , light smut , p in v , housewife reader , lowercase + ass writing skills lmao , virgin!reader , not proof read , pathetic attempt at fluff
nanami kento who’d you married a couple months ago, and you couldn’t be happier with. He was your dream man, caring, loving thoughtful, and just perfect. The time you guys first interacted was something straight out of a christmas hallmark movie. You two met at a fancy restaurant that you worked at. He had been attending a business meeting that had been horribly dull until he laid his eyes on you. The way the work so dutifully for the large party, you seemed so outgoing and friendly. Never complaining nor making a single grimace. (because you knew they had money and you needed that extra tip ) Regardless, he had a respect for women who worked hard. Of course, the way your uniform skirt hugged at the swell of your thighs was attention-stealing enough. He’d had caught your eye as well. His honey-blonde hair, the size of his biceps, and his stoicism is what initially drew you in. “And what would you like to drink sir?” You asked him, voice sugared and smile perfected just for men like him. “W-water.” Kento stuttered, sharp eyes suddenly clouded, drifting over your smaller frame. He cleared his throat and straightened his tie. “Water, please.” He reiterated himself with a monosyllabic tone. Yeah, he was the one.
nanami kento worked up the nerves to write his number below the check signature. He handed the tray back to you, and cleared his throat as you noticed his number along with “come with me to dinner?” written in a neat cursive. You gave him a coy smile and tucked the note into the thin pocket of your apron. “I’d love too.” You told him, waving goodbye to the table. The blond found himself staring after you, warm blush dusted across his pale cheeks. The rest was history as they might say. You guys dating for a couple years, getting to know each other, discovering new things together, and building the blueprint of your upcoming future.
nanami kento who after marrying you, started to care less and less about his job. It was the sole thing he lived for before, taking up his time, energy and thoughts . But now his focus was elsewhere. It was on a woman who he’d met at a restaurant, a woman with her own identity with uniqueness interests and a personality that belonged solely to her. A woman he somehow manage to catch. You were the woman he would treat as his most prized possession, keeping his loving hold steady over you for as long as he could.
nanami kento who before you, woke up at 5; got dressed by 6 and was at work by 7 had tweaked his morning schedule to fit his now married life. He’d set his phone alarm to go off at 6, but would you blame him? He’d need the extra time to rot the morning away with his new wife :( You’d be pressed against his back, arms enclosed around his chest with your sleepy head neatly tucked into the warmth of his neck. He didn’t mind you being the bigger spoon, it just made getting up in the mornings so, so much harder. As he reluctantly tried to pry himself from your relentless grip, nanamni could feel your long, soft lashes flutter against his neck. “Namani…t’s too earlyyy…” you’d drawl, jaw heavy and mouth dry from your sleep. He’d pull himself away even harder, but you were strong and kept his large body flush against your smaller one. “i have to go work today…” he’d whisper to you, which he knew you were aware of this, it was just the routine you’d guys go through every morning. You didn’t respond to his comment, hoping it would mean he’d stay longer. Namani smiled and let you snuggle against him more. He knew how you were though, you’d be greedy for maybe another 10 minutes more before you felt guilty and release your relentless grip on him. “Fine, jus’ go to work.” You’d mutter, sleepy face creased into a bothered expression. Nanami got up from the bed, but not before wrapping the blanket around you and giving your temple a kiss.
nanami kento who would deal with all your troubles and tribulations. Whenever you were on your period, he was like your knight in shining armor (or in a blue collar button-up) the entire week, he’d make your favorite meals when he arrived home by 3:30. Namani would wrap you in as many blankets as you wanted, picking you up and gently placing you on the couch. If you wanted him to stay, he’d stay right by your side, rubbing your back and peppering your face with kisses until you fell asleep. other times you wanted to be left alone and if you did, he would move to a separate room in the cozy house you guys shared, doing laundry, cleaning or whatever domestic chores that would fill your day. After about an hour, you’d always feel lonely and cried from him to come hold you, which he would come running quickly to your aid. (Also to avoid finishing washing the dishes)
nanami kento who made it his life goal to be able to please and provide for you his wife. He convinced you to quit your job. “I rather have you making dinner for just me then a bunch of wealthy assholes.” Kento would comment. You liked being his little housewife who didn’t have much to do. You were both relatively neat people, so they’re wasn’t much cleaning to do. Which you did love to do was cook. Experimenting with recipes you found on Pinterest and surprising your husband when he got home. “Look what i made for dinner, creamy garlic pasta! I found the recipe on Pinterest and it thought you’d like it” You took him by his large forearm and lead him to the kitchen where you had two plates full of the pasta as well as a lit candle and twin drinks. To you, this was just a cozy dinner. For him it was the best way to be welcomed home after a stressful day of work. The amount of thought and time put into the meal was overwhelming to him and he almost shed a tear. When he didn’t say anything, you frowned and thought he didn’t like it. “Ken, is something wrong?” Your voice was shaky and your eyes glassy. Nanami snapped out of his head and took you into an embrace. “No, no. Nothings wrong love, just a little emotional.” You laughed, thinking it was funny how he got emotional over food, but you found it cute. “Let’s eat then now, okay dear?” He’d suggest, blushing at your giggles while pulling out the chair for you to sit in. Of course, in return for any errands or houseworks, Nanami would reward you in anything else. It was only fair, he thought. New clothes? He’d take you to the expensive outlet malls he knew you loved. A new hobby that you wanted to start? He’d pay for anything you’d need plus support you through it (even if you gave up after a month) he’d never bring up your failed ventures either, knowing that it brought you joy in the few moments and he lived for that. Whenever the daily life bored you, Nanami would take you out an adventures. Sometimes it was something as simple as visiting the local farmers market. Others were first class trips around the world. (Malaysia being his personal favorite.) Sometimes, people would make comments on how “he’s spoiling you too much” or “she’ll get bored of you eventually and move to the richer guy,” but Nanami brushed those words carelessly. “I’m not spoiling her,” he’d reply coolly . “I’m reimbursing her for all the work and time she puts into me. My wife does nice things for me, and I do nice things for her.”
namani kento who could please his wife in other ways as well. If there was one thing namani did efficiently was fcking you. You’d both waited until marriage and boy, was it worth it. Namami had the gift of duality when it came to pleasing you. From his mouth, he murmured praises and loving words into your ears. From his body, unrelenting and hungry thrusts assaults on your virgin pussy. Both such drastic differences from his stoicism.“Doing so good for me love, taking me so well.” He’d compliment you causally, as if he wasn’t pumping 8 inches into you. “N-nanami, t’s too much, slow down p-please..” you’d beg, salty tears streaming down your face unto your neck, where’d he’d kiss them away. Namanin never knew how much prettier you could be, especially all sweaty and teary-eyed, but that’s just more of an excuse to do this more often. He caressed your cheek, smiling faintly at your fcked-out expression. You were doing so good for him, especially for your first time, you were just having a little hiccups. “You can take it, cmon just hold out a little longer for me, please? I promise you’ll feel so, so good.” And he kept his promise. Not long after you felt a string being cut in your stomach, causing your voice to go up in octaves and your eyes to screw themselves shut. Your pussy was glistening, covering in your juices and his as well. He didn’t pull out of you yet, and you didn’t want him too. You wanted to savor the feeling of being completely full, of being connected in the deepest way possible with your other half. After what seemed like hours of and bodies melding together. Namani wiped away a single remaining tear and kiss you on your flushed lips.“See, told you it’d be worth it, you did so well. I love you so much y/n.”
“I l-love you too kento.”
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#that was kinda bad#i swear i write better jsjsjs#namani kento#kento x reader#jjk nanami#jjk smut#jjk fluff#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen#idk what else to tag#thanks for reading#jujutsu sorcerer#mordern au#jujutsu nanami#jjk x you#jjk#kento smut#nanami smut#jjk choso
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I have been gradually changing lil' things on my designs, you guys probably noticed
· My flames are now "polygonal", and also have some neat shades of orange
· The background has changed from just white, to slighty beige, and now I decided for full on darker beige
· Some small color changes to make everything a bit prettier (Beige line art is darker, apron is more "chocolatey")
· My melting parts are now more accentuated so it looks more like "hair" as it's supposed to (The melting on my face and the bit on the back)
There are three other changes I am thinking of but for now I don't know yet:
· The flames coming from the splayd (kinda like the previous drawing I posted) so it looks like a big ponytail of fire that follow the movement of my head, it wouldn't be always like that, because I like the big mane of fire, but maybe in some drawings :^
· Gloves :P (maybe the same color as the apron and boots?)
· I still don't have like, a signature of any kind, maybe a small splayd simbol somewhere in the corner, but my title is a bit too big to write alongside it so idk what I would write
#if any of you amazing artists wanna add any cool suggestions now is the time :]#actually anyone can not just the artist friends
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“Come on buddy, don’t ya wanna make a lil deal with lil ol’ me?”
I’ve been on a bit of an equivalence high recently as anyone following me may have guessed haha ^-^
For anyone who’s interested I’ve written some of my thoughts on demon!Mabel below the cut :3
First things first let's talk about her style and general appearance, cause I feel like I’ve deviated a fair bit from the previously established fancy suit she’d been portrayed as having like Dipper.
My logic for the change (outside of wanting to try drawing something that isn’t a suit haha) is that I feel she would have more varietyin the outfits she wears compared to Dipper. Looking at the show Dipper was out there wearing the exact same outfit for an entire summer while Mabel (admittedly wearing the same type of clothes) had significantly more variety, wearing a different sweater every episode, some episodes even having more than one, and I feel this would continue to reflect here.
Dipper has his suit and doesn't venture much further then that if he can help it (obviously not to say he doesn't but you know what I mean). Mabel mean while would have a new outfit every day, multiple per day sometimes!
Most of the time I think she would default to a more punk, diy aesthetic because of the inherent creativity of it (which for a typically detail averse artist such as myself was certainly a decision haha), not to mention I can imagine Mabel being like “I’m a literal demon Dipper I gotta go for the outfits with the spikes and chains!”
At the same time she would definitely enjoy trying out a whole host of different styles (to a point though. Some just aren't comfortable, not any more at least, a part of her stolen away with the Transcendence).
I'd need to do some research into clothing styles to say specifically what else she would enjoy, but I can say it's a lot of black with small splashes and highlights of colour. She's also, regardless of style wear lots and lots of jewellery and piercings cause I think she’d like them :3
Switching things up a bit I wanna quickly go over her pins (ie, her queer identities). My hc for demon!Mabel is the same for normal Mabel, being bisexual with a masc preference, and a demigirl (she/her/they/them exploring and trying out various neo pronouns as she encounters them, rotating through them depending on her mood).
Slightly serious tangent, but I know the previously established lore for EAU was that she would be aroace, but in all honesty that never quite sat right with me. Like the only reason she, or subsequently Dipper in the main TAU canon, are aspec is because of the demon-ness, and while I love demons and the demonic as much as the next aroace person, and I adore representation of my identity, the implications aren’t my favourite in the world. Obviously no disrespect to the people behind that decision, (in fact I applaud them on exploring how a character like Mabel might react to people assuming she wants that in this lil fic here :3). Only the maddest of respect to the people who make characters the identities they want them to be :) I just wanted to address it for anyone who like me has read every bit of eau content they can get their grubby lil hands on and noticed that particular difference :p
Besides, this way we get to explore the logistical and moral implications of a character being allosexual while also being an incredibly powerful and immortal being, especially when you get into questions of how she ages herself compared regular humans :3c (I think I'll leave that for another post though haha)
On a different note, another design idea I had was that it'd be really cool if she had a dynamic and moving tattoo that would constantly change and show new (typically pig and star related) designs :) this definitely wasn't inspired by my own inability to come up with and stick to a particular singer design, definitely not.
I also thought it would be neat to differentiate the demonic aspects of her and Alcor's design by giving her feathered wings, rather than the typical bat wings. I mostly just thought it could be nice to try drawing something different, and while Dipper and Mabel are very close and have a fair amount in common they are still very different characters, so it would make sense for their demonic features to differ, even is only slightly. On that note I also gave her a pink outline to her pupils as inspired by this art cause I thought it was neat :3
Anyway I accidentally posted this before I was finished so Imma just take that as a sign to stop and put my other thoughts in a different post haha 😅
#art#my art#equivalence au#ghost chatters#tau#demon!mabel#mizar#I had perhaps too much fun with this pose and colouring haha#if you saw this in the seconds before I realised I has posted this before I was finished#no you didn't
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Welcome Home Website (Part 1)
ITS OUUTTTTT IM SO HYPED IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS
IM SO EXCITED TIME TO EXPLORE AND LOOK AT IT
spoilers(??) under the cut !!
OK SO first off im just on the first page and already the little animation of someone (Wally?) drawing Home is new
A LOT OF NEW THINGS SO EXCITING !!! love the little Wally sitting on the website updates !!
as you can see, i've highlighted that little section underneath the artwork of Wally sitting on a rock
and thats because i noticed that the text is blocked after 'about the' and wanted to highlight it and copy paste it to get the text behind the gif (bc im p sure its the gif of the spinning home thats blocking it)
"learn about the vibrant world around them and take part in nonsensical fun!"
i have no idea if that was on purpose or if thats what it said originally (its been a while since ive seen the website ok?) but thats interesting OH I KNOW HOW TO CHECK
ok so i went to Night Mind's video on Welcome Home because it was about an old version of the site, and yep nothing about that has changed besides the fact that 'vibrant world' is now covered
is this important or could it just be a glitch? no idea but i'll let it go for now
onto the more obvious new changes
alright so i read through the website update, and the 'y' on 'You' in the first sentence of the second paragraph is capitalized AND in a different font last time we had to look out for letters that were out of place, so im taking note of this
though it may just to highlight 'you' as in us, the viewers/audience/people interacting with the site
also!! a little ladybug thing is coming from behind that counter (which i assume is counting how many people have visited the site) and its cute! and new and i wonder if its important to anything?
is it just me or is the background different (i dont think it is but it feels more saturated to me (maybe its just been a while since ive seen the site tho LOL))
the telephone is interesting too but i think we'll find out more of it in the exhibition page
i'll be going through the different pages from left to right
OK SO I WAS JUST READING THRU THE 'Welcome Home!' PAGE TO SEE IF ANYTHING CHANGED AND I SAW ANOTHER LIL BUG
AND I OPENED THE IMAGE CUZ I WANTED TO SEE THE FULL GIF LIKE THE LADYBUG
BUT IT BROUGHT ME TO THIS INSTEAD ????
well now im afraid
i will save that for later i will finish looking through the rest of this page um
so. the W on 'Wally' is still messed up as you can see but not sure if thats still relevant since that was a clue for last time yk
so the restored art pieces are the same, nothing's changed
this is new though
i can click on the tulips and after the bug im a little afraid
by clicking on the yellow tulip
by clicking on the blue and red tulips
audio !! neat
the names of the tabs are interesting, i wonder if u put them in a certain order it will make a sentence? like 'will you help me' or something?? will have to find more secrets i guess
ok so now i will watch 'answer' (im afraid)
ITS FRANK AND BARNABY FIGHTING IM SO ENTERTAINED AND THIS IS SO FUNNY
also !! omg they have voices now thats so cool !!
i have no idea what it is im looking at, but it must be somewhere in Frank's garden right?
OK SO I COUNTED THE FIGURES IN THE VIDEO AND THERES 8 OF THEM AND THERE'S 8 NEIGHBORS AND I FEEL LIKE THATS IMPORRTANT not sure what it means but !! still
now the end of the video has my interests peaked, because when Frank asks (who i assume is) us and the audio just glitches out? first a deep voice replies to Frank but i cant make out what its saying
also then the glitch at the end, i think its supposed to loop with the glitch at the beginning
like it sounds connected
oh also some amendment to the figures there's actually 9 of them one is just at the edge of the camera and u cant see it
ok next for the audios
so 'Help' is Wally, which is interesting
nothing too helpful(aha) but just him realizing that we can hear him i guess? 'What are you waiting for?' the answers obv/j
Wally's laugh is so cute
'will' huh he talks about eyes, he said thats what an eye looks like, his are black and asks what color is mine/ours
it might just be me but the middle of the record kinda looks like an eye? or maybe im just crazy LOL
ok now onto 'The Neighborhood' page
so first off, i can click the gif of Home surrounded by flowers at the top
oh wait it just brings u back to the first/home page LMAOAOAOOA
another bug
clicked it and another video called 'answer' and its probably another video in Frank's garden
OOOOH AUDIO
SHE HAS A VOICE AND ITS SO CUTE AND IT FITS SO WELL I LOVE HER
also interesting thing to note! the colored part of the records are different for each character, Julie's is pink and Sally's orange
i point this out because there were records for the 'Help' and 'will' audio, they were broken but the color was red
and red is associated with Wally (and Home too) so yeah thats all
anyways Sally's voice fits her so well too!! i love it, actually kinda reminds me of a character from Star Darlings LOL
Poppy's voice is cute! has old lady vibes
another bug, surprisingly on Eddie's character page, which is interesting
LOVE HIS VOICE IT FITS SO WELL TOO 'When it comes to friendship, I always deliver!' ur so cute Eddie
HELP ME HOWDY'S VOICE????? IT FITS SO WELL TOO????? so old-timey announcer voice
ofc Barnaby's voice sample is him making a joke. ofc it is. also his voice reminds me a LOT of Sans from Undertale so
actually now that i think abt it Frank's voice reminds me of Papyrus from Undertale,, n the fight they had has similar vibes to Sans and Papyrus,,, well anyways
tbh in my head he always had more of a Squidward voice, like more nasally(?) but his voice fits really well too!
everyone already knows what Wally sounds like, but wow hearing it in a not-creepy environment is always cool
anyways. the flower is a gif and i can click on it so more creepy stuff now
hm called 'will' again which is interesting but the W is capitalized
the so below page is the same so time to check out the new stuff!
starting with the bug from the bottom of The Neighborhood page
so i was wrong its actually Frank and Poppy baking which is cute! love their friendship BUT Frank's voice got glitched out at the end when Frank said 'Wally' which makes me wanna re-listen to the first one
OH MY GOD OK SO THE VOICE WASNT A REPLY, IT WAS FRANK'S VOICE GLITCHING OUT ON 'WALLY' OMG
so all these videos are from Wally's perspective???
yep so the bug from Eddie's page leads to a video of Frank and Eddie talking about a bug that's in the post office!! made me especially giddy because i ship Frank x Eddie LOL
they are so cute!! so cute !!!!!
also, i've only seen 3 but it's interesting how all these videos are of Frank interacting with the other neighbors, then the video ending with his voice glitching out on 'Wally'
i think that there's more bugs and videos for the rest of the neighbors, but i'll go looking for them later! im gonna eat now and i wanna take a break to absorb all this stuff
OH I JUST REALIZED WHY THE VIDEOS ARE CALLED 'ANSWER' BC THEY END W FRANK ASKING WALLY A QUESTION, SO THIS IS HIS ANSWER?? OR SOMETHING ?? IT LEADS INTO AN ANSWER???
i have no idea but i'll ponder on it more later bye bye!
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today n yesterday couldve been bad bad which wouldve sucked dick to start the new year on but like they were both GREAT GREAT so that the bad was outweighed by the good v easily yesterday i went to the swap meet with my coworker friend it was rly nice n i found some great records tho theyre scuffed not horribly so but just get stuck in grooves like once or twice on each side i got the yes album blind faith (1978 rso reissue) 3 moogsploitation records (switched on rock, moog groove, and dick hyman moog album :D) earth wind and fire thats the way of the world (tho having that one makes me wanna find gratitude on LP cause thats such a great live album) sly n the family stone stand, let it bleed, creedence willy n the poor boys and genesis nursery cryme i think thosee are all the records i got :D but it was chill n fun going with my friend n we got breakfast after like usual n we talked its always great but i talked abt my ex-friend a lil bit n then that same day at work two of my ex-friends friends were shopping there so that was awkward THEN today my ex-freind and her friend (who i also had known) showed up and were shopping there so that was realllllyyy weird especially for it to be happening literally a day after i mention that whole thing n stuff its so weird but i didnt make any like contact or anything but im sure her and her friend saw me cause they left pretty soon after i noticed them. if i wasnt where i am at rn mentally n socially n idk just in my own interests too like that rly couldve had me sooo down but instead im just like idk uhh lol abt it. cool things that happened today was a drag king who shops where i work not often saying hi and asking how ive been and inviting me to a movie screening that i guess shes performing at and then this dilf referring to me as babyboy when calling me to help him look at items we have behind the glass LOL he called it real loud so all the customers there heard it n were prolly like wtf n i was worried someone would say something it was hottt T-T im p suuure hes gay in like the older guy dom way cause hes been there with 20smthn year olds having them help him take furniture out for him n stuff but idk i just assume shit alot of the time but that was real nice lol. n overall today customers were all p nice to me which was neat. n ive been blasting johnny jewel by television a lot lately i have the single version on the double exposure bootleg cd and the live 1978 version on the arrow head bootleg. i rly think the live one goes into agharta territory when it gets to that second solo like i feel like it has to be purposeful cause he like robert quine was a agharta type fella tho i think that influence is overplayed in the grand scheme given those records were coming out when both guitarists had already basically developed their style i mean u can def hear a john mclaughlin on the corner and even jack johnson type influence in quines playing for sure but that moment on little johnny jewel live is like the only real time i can hear a agharta influence in television. like the kinda solemn mood it takes while the solo gets crazier is soooo last stretch of agharta i feel like it has to be a direct influence.
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and again!
furmergency
kinda glad for a break from the more plotty expositiony two-parters but its also kinda weird to go from like things that should be Big Reveals like clawdeen getting her moms diary and the hints about the conflict between clawdeen and toraleis moms to just regular degular stuff. i promised myself i wasnt gonna be too critical of the pacing of this doll ad kids show tho so lets move on.
clawd human form this ep?? ooo im excited
more monster researchers? 👀 i guess it makes sense in a world where the big monster secret is as poorly guarded as it seems to be here that there would be a lot of people who get into the field..
i love it whenever these random gothy side-teens appear
ohh he works with mr wolf i guess theyre monster researcher colleagues.. i know mr wolf is into all that in this one but it feels a little awkward that he like works with people who genuinely want to like capture and study monsters
OH wolfdads first names apollo! that might have already been revealed idr lol
clawd is like hes white i know his weakness
i still miss when crescent was a cat.. also on the subject of the pets, idk if its just like a cartoon logic thing and all animals are equally p intelligent or what but count fabulous is a shapeshifter who i feel like is implied to have p much a human level of sapience so it feels kinda weird hes taking this much issue with a literal dog idk
this party is fucked lmao
i guess theyre implying this coworker guy is gonna be a regular sorta threat but i uh simply do not see it lol. also if apollo is such good friends with him that hes the only one invited to his bday party other than his kids than maybe he should consider explaining the whole monster wife and kids situation before things get awkward..
boogey nightmare
TWYLA EPISODE LETS GOOOOOOOOO
emails... this too is my nightmare
oh the nightterrors button eyes! i wonder if shes going to end up befriending it into this gens dustin
"thats a problem for when im not so sleepy" SO TRUE GIRL
i like that she still sleeps under the bed :)
i love mr mothmanson. i just noticed the little holes in his sweater. and his caterpillar kid form!!
lil sleeping cap for each of deuces snakes 🥺 and draculauras coffin bed makes a lot of practical sense but also makes me wonder why she has a second upright coffin [insert bdgs buy my bed video]
draculauras standup nightmare is adorable. i think ur vampire puns are funny!!
oh its so like funny/sad clawdeens worst nightmare is just being stuck in a human life...
YES BNUNY TIME!!!!! oh wait hold on dont love that hes still got that voice :| well cant have it all i guess
best fiends
oh those dust frights giving me some studio ghibli vibes
draculauras backpack is so cute i want one
oh hell yes an enemies-chained-together episode.
toralei i do not think u have the room to talk abt people assuming the worst of u tbqh..
draculaura drop the skincare routine im begging
there are so many neat little background details in this show that make mh feel more fantastical. the pom pom tree is crazy tho.
the animation situation at this book fair is dire but i do like the concept
im still bummed the rest of the fearleading squad doesnt have cute outfits. wheres iris' outfit huh!!
toraleis little surprised meow killed me dead she is sooooo kibby
scareer day
heath episode????? genuinely didnt expect that. love that gen3 heath seems to have a reoccurring thing abt wanting to stop climate change. again not what i wouldve expected! but cute :) also excited to potentially explore his demon-dad-issues and just generally get more into what the existence of demons means for the mh universe
wish they gave mr burns horns but i get why they didnt. very cute that heath is more do-goody in this gen because he doesnt want to be like his shit dad. and ADORABLE to see him trying to get along with abbeys mom. the gen3 haters can die mad this is my special little guy now
taking the fire guy to the ice caps that need to stay frozen or else something horrible with happen. hope nothing goes wrong!
aspiring rulers club!! which means my babygirl mouscedes is here yessss
i like that all the parents have like existing relationships and feuds with each other. it might not necessarily be realistic but its fun. monster high drama is a generational thing.
OH not demons greek gods?? i guess that makes more sense if were trying to keep this nickelodeon-appropriate. dont rly love this knockoff-disneys-hercules take on hades with the whole fire theme and all tho. im happy theyre going to therapy i guess
the g3 habbey dynamic is different for sure but its still very sweet <3
catching up on monster high notes!
spell the beans
looooove clawdeens dad joining the parents association he is involved in his childrens education :3 he is making cookies and making friends :3
momdusa is so milfy i could die the gays stay winning once again
dracula is soooo silly hes winning me over i fear
!! momdusa never moved on from high school and falls over so much and loves her wife wow she is the perfect woman actually
its not my dream dad its YOURS
obsessed w everyone wanting to eat clawdeens dad
THANK YOU for explaining the camera/mirror thing with vampires i was wondering abt that
mr wolf and dracula friendship moment 🥺
EXPELBEAST!! i love when they do something fun and goofy with the mh lore
idk if those were lagoonas parents in the mpa but i wish we got more of them there looked so cute
growing up ghoulia
mothman!!!!!!!!!!!
some of these side characters have such interesting designs the purple dragon girl sitting in front of ghoulia was soo cute
MONSTER GSA LETS GOOO
i loove when mh does some classic monster movie stuff. ghoulia clone zombie attack rules.
not to be a broken record but i feel like ghoulias ep here would be more meaningful if she was still more noticeably zombie-like. like she says she moves slower than other monsters but i dont like. see that. let her lurch!
casketball jinx
im so happy to see howleen!!
kaiju girlie is such a queen we love to see it
tbqh i think howleen was right for this one
clawdeen both being on the team and being a cheerleader seems like soo much take a rest bestie 😭
do u think clawdeen had a wolf fursona before she found out she was a werewolf? i think so.
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then i must be in the other side of tumblr bcs some carats i follow here are freaking out over that pic lolllllllll
but still I'm amazed at how good and soft he looks in that picture tho 👌🏻👌🏻
we're still not following too many people on tumblr!!! (we literally just made this account lol) neither of us have been super active on here since The Great Ban a few years back, so we get most of our Seventeen content from insta, twitter, and reddit!
ANYWHO
THAT PIC THO
lettuce 🥬 discuss
the caption?
dokey knows
he KNOWS what he's doing, and I am forever in his debt
alright let's break this down top to bottom
hair? so perfect and pretty I wanna run my hands through it wanna tug it pull it wanna asdf
face? god his lips look so perfect in that sort of smile, could be sweet, could be a smirk, won't be able to tell until he makes his next move...shiver inducing shit
Shua in a pretty pressed shirt...so neat and tidy...just begging for someone to undo those buttons, rumple that collar, mess him up a bit so he has to go back to work much more wrinkled than when he left...
pants...
p a n t s . . .
so much to unpack here, because, first of all: my eyes don't even go to crotch.
they go to THIGHS
#hockeyhoeproblems
Joshua is usually one of the ones who gets lost in anything other than pleather or latex pants, so, to see him filling out some KHAKIS? Idk if it's just a better fit or if he's getting fit but it's so flattering and I wanna drown in it
now
ahem
the main event
that
I know a lil something about costume design, about fabric fitting. But not enough. I can't tell you if a certain indent is an absolute indication of something or not. But I know what this picture looks like.
And it looks delicious.
All it makes me think of is being somewhere in public with Shua, somewhere nice. He's wearing a pressed shirt and khakis, after all. But you're wearing something nice, too. A dress, a blouse, a button-up. Whatever you're wearing on bottom is hugging your ass just right.
The event you're attending makes you meet and greet a lot of people. But, eventually, you have some downtime. And in that downtime? Joshua is pulling you into the nearest dimly lit hallway, broom closet, lockable unisex bathroom, whatever he can get his hands on...
So that he can get his hands on you. If you can see him that clearly through his pants when he's not aroused, imagine how thick and heavy he'll feel against you when he's in the mood.
"Promise we'll be quick, baby," he murmurs into your neck, licking and biting softly, not wanting to be too harsh but, c'mon now, you're on a time limit here!
If there's still a lot of the event to go? He'll probably scissor you open, spitting on his fingers if he has to, anything to get you wet and ready for him. He'll enter you gently at first, but soon he's a man on a mission. Good luck. Once he tells you he's close, you're either going to have to get on your knees and open your mouth quickly, or he's going to cum inside of you.
If it's towards the end of the night, though? Depending on how the night has gone, how much you've teased him, he might just settle for rutting against you through those well-fitting khakis, grinding into you, chasing his high so needily and desperately that any sign of pleasure from you - a sigh, a moan, a whimper - he might accidentally cream his pants.
Then, it's up to you how dirty things get from there. He can either go to the bathroom to tidy up and hope no one notices the small stain that grows on the journey, or he can reach beneath the waistband of his briefs and scoop the cum out with his fingers before it can seep through the layers of fabric.
Scoop it out, and slide it onto your awaiting tongue. Bit by bit, until his entire load is in your mouth. By now you're drooling slightly, so he tucks the spare streams of saliva back into your mouth with his thumb before demanding you, ever so gently, to, "Swallow."
Clove
#anon#replies#joshua smut#seventeen smut#svt smut#joshua prompt#seventeen prompt#clove writes#clove talks
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Claire...may I request a lil' writing? I'm thinking of Javi maybe post Columbia and he builds up a routine. He goes to the same coffee shop every morning on his way to work and of course picks up the same order. You're a barista at the coffee shop and eventually, you can pin down his arrival to the minute so one day, you make his drink for the exact moment when he gets there, with your number written on the cup cause screw it, he's damn hot. What would happen? <3
Oh Maia, this was FUN to write for you!!! I hope you enjoy it! :D
Exciting update!!! GIF and media genius @nicolethered made an amazing video for me to go with this fic!! Go give her big love!!
Second exciting update! I was challenged by @quica-quica-quica to play the POV game for this piece (where someone Asks you to rewrite a piece from a different character's POV). So now there is a companion piece to this from Javier's POV, called: "Coffee Shop Girl". Enjoy!
For Now
Word count: 3900+
Rating: explicit, 18+ only
Outline: Javier Peña x “You” (Austin coffee shop barista; cis/het female reader; “blank canvas”/no physical description/no name/no use of “Y/N”)
Warnings: slow-burn; oral sex/F receiving; vaginal fingering; protected P/V sex; cigarette smoking
Ten days. It took ten days between the first arrival of the handsome stranger and you ending up in his bed. A new personal record for you, given how reserved you normally were. But it was nothing to be ashamed of, as long as you were careful. It was the 90s now after all, there was zero reason to have to keep your knees closed until marriage, as long as you used condoms and got tested regularly.
You liked the coffee shop well enough, situated on the southern end of downtown near the warehouses and a few clubs. It drew a full spectrum of Austinites: college kids closing out their club nights with breakfast tacos and pastries before going home to crash; early morning construction workers, employees from the big post office around the corner; and the usual boring lawyers and office staff who started streaming in around 7:30 every weekday morning. You could do the job well enough, even considering the odd hours: waking up early enough to open the doors at 5:30, serve the slow trickle of early morning customers with patience and ease until a co-worker joined at 7:00 for the morning rush. And the barista and food service parts of the job were physically but not mentally demanding. It was a job, and certainly less hassle than your bartending gig some weekends. At least here you only had to throw drunks out once a month.
And then one Tuesday in early June, at 7:47 a.m., he appeared. Tall, neatly groomed mustache, dark eyes, a sheaf of bangs swept to the side over his forehead. His navy blue blazer and tie said ‘accountant’ or maybe ‘state employee’ and his sideburns were just a little out of date. You pegged him at about 40, probably one of those men who visited the same barber their whole lives, not bothering to keep up with fashion trends as long as they looked neat and clean. When he reached to take his to-go cup of black coffee from you, you noticed that his ring finger was bare, and you liked that his fingernails were clean and trimmed. He offered you a nod in thanks, and you smiled at him a little more warmly than you had with your other customers so far. He held the door on his way out, pausing just a moment to let two women enter… and then he was gone, out into the bright sunlight and foot traffic and morning rush. You hoped you would see him again.
On Wednesday he came back again, a repeat of Tuesday except with a different tie, deep red today instead of navy. Black coffee to go, leather portfolio tucked under one arm, clean hands, eyes as dark as the coffee you handed him. This time rewarding you with a gruff and gravelly, “Thanks,” instead of just a nod. You relished the accidental brush of his fingers on yours as you handed the cup over, another flash of him imprinted on you, along with yesterday’s vision of him going golden as he stepped out into the morning sun. This time you watched him through the big glass window until he was out of sight, admiring his strong nose in profile, the curve of it perched over that mustache. Two extra seconds of handsomeness poured into your morning before you had to turn back to rinsing mugs and making change. You hoped that he’d come again on Thursday, making it three visits, a genuine pattern instead of a fluke.
On Thursday he reappeared, same time as the previous two days, waiting patiently in line behind two wake-and-bake potheads who were taking their sweet time staring up at the food menu. Today he was dark gray instead of navy, wearing a charcoal blazer and a sharp black tie. You waved him over with a smile, letting it melt all the way up to your eyes instead of flashing the tight, brief, closed-mouth thing you used on most customers.
“Black coffee, right?” You watched his face, taking in the dark eyes, the hair, the brief smile that made a surprise dimple appear in his cheek.
He nodded, “That’s right. Thank you.” He slid a rumpled bill across the counter. “Keep the change.”
You bit your lip as you turned away, preening at his thanks and seven whole words as if they were genuine praise. His voice was deep and rich, landing with a rumble in your own chest, like the remnants of thudding bass from a passing car. You poured the coffee and secured the lid, brain scrambling desperately for something clever to say. To make him come back, to talk to you more.
You turned and handed him the cup, and as he reached for it you again let your hand be in just the right spot to feel the brush of his fingers. Your eyes locked on one another, and for the briefest moment you forgot to let go of the cup. You wanted to swim in those brown eyes forever, get lost and let him drown you whole. He paused, and you thought you saw the briefest twitch of his mustache, a pinprick in his calm exterior before you drew your hand back. He inclined his head, a single nod, and then he turned to leave and your attention was swept back to the register and the next customers.
Friday he arrived “on time” and you met his eyes as soon as he opened the door. Today he was warm earth tones, a dark red shirt under a brown tweed blazer and no tie, a nod to casual Friday. You turned and prepared his coffee, tightening the lid and then holding it up to him across the room, smiling and tossing your chin up in a friendly greeting. He walked up and slid a few bills over the counter to you.
“Thanks.” He winked at you and something in your pelvis fluttered. “See you next week.”
You watched him go, stepping out again into a halo of golden sun, pulling a pair of aviator sunglasses from his pocket and putting them on before striding away. You suddenly felt lost, facing the many hours between now and Monday.
Your weekend passed in a blur of extra bartending shifts and catching up on sleep. You were forever napping at odd hours, trying to reconcile the slightly staggered rhythms of early morning coffee shop hours and late-night bartending. It wasn’t the hardest you’d ever worked or the worst schedule, but it wasn’t fun. At least, it hadn’t been fun until now. Now you had something to look forward to.
Monday morning you opened the shop and kept an eye on the clock. At 7:46 you poured black coffee into a to-go cup. Thirty seconds later, he appeared on the other side of the plate glass window, the navy suit and tie again, blowing out a long stream of cigarette smoke before dropping the butt and giving it a quick twist under his foot. He took off his amber-lensed aviators and tucked them into the pocket of his blazer, then pulled out his wallet. At 7:47 on the dot, he opened the door, met your eyes, and saw you holding up his coffee. And there went that smile again, the dimple, the wink.
You smiled as he approached the counter. “You psychic or something? Or am I just that predictable?”
“Both, maybe.” You grinned and wiggled your eyebrows.
He opened his wallet and passed a bill across the counter, larger than what was strictly necessary for a to-go coffee and a reasonable tip. “Great service, keep the change.”
You thanked him, giving him the full-watt smile and wishing him a good day as you opened and closed the register, putting the change into the tip jar. Thankfully there was no one else in line right now, so you could give his handsome figure your full attention as he left, watching how the navy blazer hugged his shoulders.
He went out the door, turned right like he always did, and then he turned his head and his eyes met yours through the glass. You should have felt embarrassed that he caught you staring, but you didn’t. Mostly because you realized that he had stopped to look back, too, which meant you weren’t the only one hoping for more. He nodded and lifted his cup in a gesture of thanks. Then he was gone.
Tuesday was the same, only with the charcoal blazer and the dark red tie this time. The wink, the flutter in your gut, the over-tipping. The glance across the counter as his fingers brushed yours around the cup. The aviators slung on as soon as he stepped out the door.
Wednesday, again, the navy suit and tie, another brush of the fingers, a smaller tip but a bigger smile, gracing you with that dimple again. Another gravelly, “Thank you,” that sounded warmer than he had to date. The handsome profile and a quick meeting of the eyes through the glass as he left again.
Thursday was the same, only better. You used a permanent marker to write something on his paper cup before you poured it precisely at 7:46 a.m., watching, waiting. He did not disappoint. At 7:47, precisely on time, you caught a glimpse of his profile as he came into view through the plate glass window. Charcoal again. He turned and saw you inside, then opened the door, holding it again for a woman exiting. You pointed at his to-go cup on the counter and smiled.
“You trying to get rid of me? In and out so quickly?” He smiled and twitched an eyebrow at you.
You smiled back, “Depends on how long you were planning to stay. We close at 1:00 a.m. after open mic tonight. After that you gotta go somewhere else.”
The handsome man chuckled and pursed his lips. “And what time do you get off, after the morning shift?”
“Depends on who’s asking.” You winked and immediately regretted it, it felt too bold, it wasn’t your normal mode.
He met your eyes and said simply, “I am.”
You felt your face split into a wide smile. “I finish at 1:00, after the lunch rush.”
He nodded. “Good to know. I’m Javier, by the way.” He stuck his hand out and shook yours. You gave him your name and a warm shake of the hand.
He fished a few bills out of his wallet. “Can I maybe stop by after your shift, take you to lunch sometime?”
“You can do me one better than that.” You rotated the paper cup so that the writing was facing him. “My phone number’s on the cup.”
His eyebrows popped up, and then he gave you an appraising glance, like he was impressed. You saw his tongue shift up under his lip to suck a tooth and you suddenly wanted nothing more than to see how that tongue felt on you. You flushed hot, tingling with desire.
He arched an eyebrow at you. “You do that for all your customers?”
“Just the best tippers.” You winked at him and laughed.
He stuck his hand out once more and you gave him yours. He lifted it and kissed the back of your hand, mustache sweeping ever so briefly over your knuckles before he gently released it.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” his voice was low and something in it went straight to your groin, making your pelvic muscles clench. You watched him pick up the cup and go, smiling at you with that dimple through the glass as he left. You stood for just a moment, hoping, hoping, hoping. Maybe he would call you after work?
At 1:00 you finished your shift and handed the register off to Mike. You were just untying your apron and hanging it up when you saw a familiar profile sweep into view outside the window. Javier. Your stomach flipped over and a million little butterflies flew out.
He ducked inside the door and searched the shop for a moment, smiling when he saw you coming out from behind the counter with your bag slung over your shoulder.
“Hey,” you stood for a moment and hesitated, suddenly shy.
Javier slipped his sunglasses off and tucked them into his pocket. “Hey, I’m glad I caught you. Are you busy, or can I take you to lunch today?”
“No, I’m not busy. I’d love to go.” You smiled. “There’s a sandwich place around the corner, and a park we can go sit in.”
He smiled, wider than you’d seen him do so far. “That’s perfect.”
He let you lead, walking him across the street and around the corner to the sub shop. You made small-talk on the way there, finding out that he was from Laredo but new to Austin, a former DEA agent consulting for the state. You picked up your food and walked a block over to the small city park, where you told him about your roommates, your cat, your wish to go back to school and finish your degree. By the end of lunch you were both smiling, feeling that spark, the little magnetic pull that had started over his coffee orders. At 2:00 Javier said he had to get back to his office.
“... but I’d really like to see you again. Can I take you to dinner? Tonight if that’s okay, since you’re working tomorrow night.” He stood close to you, looking warmly into your eyes.
“Yeah, that would be great.” You felt that flutter again, that twitch of interest from looking into his warm brown eyes, seeing the way they crinkled when he smiled. You were so busy looking at his eyes that you didn’t see him reach his hand out, sweeping it around to circle your shoulders and pull you in for a kiss. You kissed him back, as urgently as was proper for the time of day and the public setting. When he pulled away to walk back up the few blocks to his office, you stood there dazed. Wow.
You went home and napped, then showered and changed into datewear. Javier picked you up at 7:30, and you were relieved that the little spark was still there. You had half-worried that it would wear off in the few hours between your lunch date and now, or that it was a localized feeling limited to a small radius around the coffee shop. But dinner was fun and warm, and by the end of dessert and coffee you didn’t want to leave him yet. You decided that you would be bolder than you normally were.
“Listen, my roommates are home, but do you want to go back to your place?”
Javier looked surprised for only a moment and then smiled, “Yes, let’s go.”
You kissed all the way back to the car, ran your hands lightly over the back of Javier’s neck as he drove, kissed all the way from the car to his apartment door, and tumbled inside together, feeling for buttons and zippers and helping each other out of your clothes. His erection felt warm and solid against your hip, and when he finally got naked you were nearly moaning at the expanse of his broad shoulders and golden skin. He was beautiful.
Javier walked you backwards to the bedroom and paused only to pull a wrapped condom out of a drawer and turn on the bedside lamp to chase away the dark. You lay back and watched him as he tossed the foil packet onto the quilt next to you and then knelt beside your legs. He looked at you as he ran his hands up and down your naked thighs. Then he butterflied your legs slowly apart and ran one warm hand up to your pussy, teasing you with his fingers, dipping them in and out between your labia and running them up to tickle your clit.
“Can I eat you out?” He asked almost shyly.
You nodded, a breathy “Yeah,” issuing from your lips. Javier dove down and licked into you with a rush. You gasped and threw your head back, clawing your fingers down into the blankets. Javier worked you open on three fingers and used the tip of his stiffened tongue to flick your clit rapidly from side to side while his fingers slipped slowly in and out. You moaned and fought the urge to close your legs while he curled and stroked inside of you, finding the spots you could never quite reach yourself. Within a few minutes you were cresting the wave of release.
“Oh God, I’m gonna come! Keep- keep going,” you gasped, “Just like that!” Javier kept his pace steady, working you along as you huffed and breathed faster. He curled his fingers just right and you sped off the edge into oblivion, gulping and grunting and making noises that were almost embarrassing, that didn’t sound like you, but you felt too good to even care. Javier stopped licking and slowed his fingers as you clenched around him, using the broad flat of his tongue to swipe a long, comforting stripe up the outside of your labia. When you were finished coming, he pulled his fingers out slowly and sat up on his haunches, smiling like a prizewinner.
He wiped one broad, flat hand down his mouth and chin, and then crawled up the bed to lay next to you, stroking you from hip to breast with his thick fingers. “Was that okay, cariño?”
You groaned out a chuckle, “Oh yeah, that was good.” You rolled onto your side to face him, and drew him in for a deep kiss. You loved the mix of how he smelled and tasted, your own salty musk blending with his spicy cologne and the smoky phantoms of cigarettes past and his after-dinner coffee. As you kissed, his hand came up to stroke a trail of goosebumps on your shoulder, and you reached yours down to stroke his cock to attention. The heft of him was thick and warm in your hand, and within seconds he was hard and throbbing. You ran the pad of your thumb up the bottom of his head and over his slit gently, and you giggled as he shuddered and reached down to pull your hand away.
“You keep going like that and I’m not going to last long.” His thick fingers wrapped around yours, and he pulled your hand up to place a long kiss to the inside of your wrist, blowing warm air out through his nose, the feel of it on your skin sending a thrill up your spine. He reached for the condom and opened it, rolling it down his proud length. He put his hand down and stroked your thigh before hooking one hand behind your knee to pull your leg up and over his hip. He held himself so that his tip was buried just at your entrance, then he thrust up and into you in one swift motion. You inhaled sharply and hooked your leg tighter around him, letting him set the pace. He nudged your jaw, nosing up into the crook of your neck and kissing you from ear to chin and back again.
His hot words sent chills down your neck and your nipples stiffened into sensitive buds. “Baby, you feel so fucking good, so hot and wet. Fuck, you’re amazing.”
You kissed him and shushed him, then you pressed an open palm to his chest, “Wait. Roll over. I wanna get on top.”
Javier grinned in the dim light of his bedroom, then he wrapped his big hand around your lower back and pulled you over with him. You shifted and settled into place, and the feeling of being speared on him, of his cock hitting deep inside, of his coarse curls rubbing against your clit was almost to the point of overstimulation. You whined and fell face down into the crook of his neck, smelling his warm spiced fragrance and going limp at the ‘too much’ of it all. He planted his feet flat on the bed and kept his arms wrapped around you, thrusting up, up, up into you over and over. He made the most delicious noises, sounds that might have been words or not, but which conveyed all of his pleasure in little grunts and groans.
You decided you wanted to watch his face, so you sat back up and braced yourself on your knees, rolling your hips in rhythm with his and helping him chase his high.
“God, you look so fucking good on my cock, cariño. So beautiful.” He started to turn glossy with sweat, tiny golden beads reflecting the single lamp beside the bed and making him look surreal. You followed a drip of sweat as it appeared on his neck and then ran down to pool in the hollow at the base of his throat. You tipped forward once more to lick at it, to taste the salt and the smoke of him and nip one tiny bite into his neck before moving up to lick and nibble at his earlobe.
Javier suddenly tensed his legs, giving one big thrust and then hissing out a “Fffff-” between his lips as he came. He thrust again and then stilled, relaxing back into the bed, but keeping you close against him. You let him hold you, your breaths slowing together until you were back, calm again, heartbeats back to center. He released you and held the base of the condom as you lifted off and rolled onto your back. He went to the bathroom, and you heard him run water before he returned with a wrung-out washcloth. He offered it to you, and you declined with a weak wave. He turned and tossed it into the bathroom sink and then motioned for you to scoot off the bed so he could turn the covers down.
He picked up a packet of cigarettes and a lighter, gesturing at you with a raised eyebrow. You put a hand up, “Not a whole one, but I’ll take a drag off yours if that’s ok.”
“Sure thing.” He lit one and passed it to you, and you took a deep drag before handing it back.
“Thanks.” You blew the smoke out in a blue stream.
He crawled into bed and patted the mattress next to him. “Stay,” he looked at you with a smile. “If you want to.” He parked the cigarette back between his plush lips.
You smiled warmly and crawled in next to him. “Okay, just for a little while.” You checked the digital clock beside the bed. “I gotta go home and change, and then get to the coffee shop at 5:00. Can you set the alarm for 4:00?”
He nodded and picked up the clock, pressed a few buttons and slid a switch into place. Then he raised his arm and settled it around your shoulders, and turned off the lamp. You watched the cherry of his cigarette glow and then turn faint, bobbing in the dark as he moved to flick ash into the ashtray on the nightstand.
He murmured low, into the quiet room, “You know, I’m only here for the summer. The consulting job ends in August.” He paused to take the final pull of his cigarette, then stubbed it out in the ashtray. “After that, I gotta go back to D.C.”
You yawned and nodded. “No problem. We can have fun this summer. I’ll take you to Barton Springs and Mount Bonnell, give you the real Austin tour. We can just have fun for now.”
He kissed your forehead, moving down your nose to land soft kisses on your lips. “Okay, summer girl. I’m all yours… for now.”
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Ok Lil. I got one for you: How does Cyare tell Hunter the first time she’s pregnant? Or are they together when she finds out? And how does it change for each baby? Also your content makes my day, everyday!
-Rebel
Omg Rebel this is the cutest thing SO to start off I did a couple of pregnancy reveal headcanons (two, I think) and they are under the tag #pregnancy reveal. I won’t link them here because I don’t want them to take away from these new ideas but basically the main idea is that Hunter always knows first. Heightened senses, you know. So that’s what both posts revolve around except one is where Omega is also a little perceptive thing and “senses” it all on her own and it’s pretty neat. Both Hunter and Cyare are shell-shocked lol.
SO. I said all that to say, it’s tricky to come up with pregnancy reveal headcanons for Hunter because he knows before Cyare even has a chance to say anything—it’s always more “How does Hunter tell Cyare she’s pregnant?”
But this is so adorable and I have a lot of fluffy ideas so let’s set his mutation aside for a quick sec—yes he can “sense” the pregnancy but maybe he’s not 100% sure you know so let’s have Cyare confirm it for him each time. :) Also my Papa Hunterverse is constantly changing so these concepts are not set in stone.
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Baby #1: Very special. Hunter gets a present. :) This is not long after he hears an extra heartbeat suddenly in the middle of the night while he and Cyare sleep and he thinks she might be pregnant but it was a one-time incident so he thinks he just imagined it.
Until Cyare comes up to him one day with a little wooden box and sets it in his lap on the couch. She kneels at his feet, looking up at him earnestly. He looks at her with his lopsided grin, maybe even muses, “What’s this?”
There’s a sparkle in her eye as she tells him, “Open it.”
To his delight: A pocket knife, with the word “Papa” engraved in the hilt.
Hunter is elated.
He’s just… staring at it. Smoothing his fingers over each letter, his fantasy-turned-reality.
“Tiny knife,” Cyare whispers sweetly.
When he looks up to her tears are brimming his eyes and it hits him. He chokes, “We’re gonna have a baby?”
Cyare’s near tears herself as she embraces him. “We’re gonna have a baby.”
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Baby #2: Some help from Hunter Junior #1. :) Hold onto your britches cause this one’s adorable.
Hunter Junior wakes up early in the morning, she usually wakes up to Papa but today Cyare swooped in extra early in order to get everything ready. :) So she dresses Hunter Junior and sends her out to her Papa.
Baby loves greeting her Papa in the morning, it’s her favorite thing, both of them have the biggest smiles on their faces and Hunter scoops her up and holds her close like they’ve been apart for a lifetime—he’s been waiting a lifetime he says, so his fervor is well-warranted.
Anyway he’s kissing and loving all over her and the bold lettering on her little shirt catches his eye. He pulls back with, “Lemme see your shirt, Mesh’la.” And he reads the wording.
“I May Be Little But I’m Going To Be A Big Sister!”
His head snaps up to Cyare.
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Baby #3: Mikey the Massiff helps with this one. A very good boi. :)
Short and sweet, Cyare ties a bandana around his neck that says “Guess what? Mom’s pregnant” for Hunter to see.
It’s hilarious because Hunter doesn’t notice for two whole days. XD
Cyare begins to lose all hope. XD
And like, Hunter is perceptive but sometimes he’s a dork and doesn’t notice the most obvious or minute things haha. So it’s funny for her to be subtle like this knowing it will take him a substantial amount of time to discover it.
But when he does.
His excited gasp of “For real, baby?!” from the other room has Cyare smiling knowingly.
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Baby #4: Hunter unknowingly participates on his own reveal. XD
So they’re taking fun photos together and Hunter holds up this letterboard that says, at the top, “I Have No Idea What This Letterboard Says.”
Cyare fills out the bottom half in secret. :)
So she stands back to take the photo of the complete board that Hunter holds up with an (uneasy?) grin.
The official wording:
“We’re Having Another Baby!”
Hunter’s reaction when he sees it is priceless.
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Baby #5 (& #6): Surprise surprise. :))
She hands him matching onesies and Hunter needs to sit down for a moment.
He’s got the biggest grin on his face obviously he’s over the moon lol and he’s laughing hysterically at the Clone humor but he’s… really genuinely surprised. XD They both are. Here is where they start to think they’ve gotten in way over their heads. XD
But it’s sweet like, they’re laughing (not much else they can do XD) and Cyare’s just like “Babe what did we do.” lmao they’re about to have 7 kids altogether. (6 Hunter Juniors + 1 Meg-Meg :))
They’re both just sitting there like 😬😅😆
They decide here that this is probably gonna be the last batch. Full stop. (Provided there’s no more suprises…)
Oh and Hunter rocks his “Real Men Make Twins” shirt indefinitely. He’s very proud of that.
#tw pregnancy#tw parenthood#brb crying#I wanted to give Hunt a solid half-dozen XD#papa hunterverse#papa hunter#sergeant papa#dad shaped hunter#sergeant hunter#hunter#cyare#mikey the massiff#ori’vod omega#omega#meg#meg bad batch#hunter junior#bad batch baby#pregnancy reveal#pregnancy headcanons#onesies#images from Google#rebeloutpost#one of my fav asks ever#it’s a lil thing
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Minecraft Part 2 (Sykkuno x F!Reader)
Oneshot (maybe part of a series??? at this point probs): Chaos in the server, Will a deal entice you to become part of the comfy cartel? Or will you resist the temptation of the deal and side with the resistance? Friendship and a lil romance (oohhh things are starting to heat up)
Warning:Non beta (cuz we baddies purr); part of Uh-oh & Impasta
You had been streaming Minecraft for about 4 hours when you decided to end it for a small meal break. Though ending stream didn’t stop you from continuing playing with your friends. Unfortunately, Sykkuno had not been on while you were streaming, since you did so quite earlier than usual, but you wanted to remodel your minecraft home; turning the once pink wooden home to a white quartz block using the obscene amount of quartz that Jae gifted you as to entice you to join his faction in the sever. It was a nice bribe gift, but you have yet to align yourself with the ressistance or the comfy cartel.
So, while gettin gifted quartz blocks was nice, hearing that Toast gave Lily a gun enticed you more.But you doubt Toast’s whole character arc will entrust you with one. You maybe be living with his ‘right-hand’ man, but he seems to be slowly on a downward spiral. Kind of like a crazy wacky scientist- he’s doofenshmirtz.
Anyways you had completed the finishing touches on your remodeled, when you saw in the little chat that Sykkuno was on. “ OH!OH!OH! SYKKUNO!”
You were excited to show him the newly made house. The house was three levels to your house, but you’re mostly wanna show him the basement area.
You saw the iconic teal shirt paired with the green stripped scarf boxy figure making their way towards you. You emoted the cheering pose and happily called out to him “Hi Sykkuno!”
“Hey, Y/n!” He cheered back coming closer “I have something for you!”
You start jumping up and down “Present!” You like getting free things, especially if it comes from someone you like....as a friend of course. Yup yup, just as a friend. As, he stood in front of you he laughed “What are you doing?” watching your character wave their arms around
You laughed back at him “Just happy to see you!”
“Well, I’m always happy to see you!” Sykkuno chirps out and adds on with a slight stutter “C-cause we’re friends! I’m always happy to see such a great friend!”
Feeling the high of him telling you how he was always happy to see you was crushed by him reminding you that friends is all that you both may only ever be. So with the disappointment lingering and the excitement wearing off, you just mutter a reply back. “Yes! The bestest of friends!”
“Yup, yup. Anyways have some water mills” He throws some black blocks with blue markings on them “Follow me!” You both ran near your home “Claim this bit of land” and you did so. “Now, dig like a 3 by 6 hole and place two water mills close to each corner and one in the middle bottom”(1). You followed his instructions “Ok, so im just gunna place the water” You watched him do so “Ok! I think it’s all good and ready to go!”
You crouch and inch around the hole “What is it?”
“Ok well you know how I got you that green lasso that has you swinging and jumping all over the place with the slime boots?” Sykkuno asks crounching up right beside you
“Yea yea!” You crouch and uncrouch in circles around him
“Well I have something even better!” He cheers “Eh” he grunts and throws a ring on the floor. You awe and oh as you put the ring in your hot bar “How cute! It has little wings on it!”
“Yea! It’s a special ring” Sykkuno tells you
“Special ring?...Are you proposing to me! OMG Sykkuno” You joke
“Wah?” Spluttering out in confusion but deciding to play along “I mean are you accepting?”
You laugh “Woah, Sy! How bold of you sir”
He giggles back to you before teaching you how and where to put the ring. “OK do you have it on?”
You jump up and down in response allowing the slime boots to spring you up higher. “Yup Yup”
“Ok so, why don’t you take off your slime boots and then press the space bar” He jumps up and down, which you do. You gasp as you are lifted into the air “Sy! Look! Im flying!!” He is in the air next to you “I can see! Cause I am also flying!”
“How are we doing this! This is so fucking cool!” You laugh as you start moving around in the air “WAIT! Are you streaming? I’m so sorry!”
He laughs as he starts following you around in the air “It’s fine, but the ring I gave you is an angel ring. As long as your wearing it, then you can just fly around”
“Wow! Thanks Sykkuno!” You cheer and you walk around in the air “Clean! Clean!”
“Yea, Of Course! It’ll be alot easier for you to get to places faster” He explains once more “Now, my chat has been going crazy and telling me that you redid our house?”
Excitement lit through you as you were ready to show him the remodeling works that you’ve done “Yes! I did! I’m so excited to show you” You move your camera out of first person and notice your character wearing a pair of white wings on your back “Oh my god! Sykkuno! I didn’t know that there was actual wings that appear on your lil person!”
“uh yea! I didn’t know if you wanted to have or not, cause mine are invisible” Sykkuno says flying next to you as you make the short distance back to your home “but i remembered you saying that you wanted to buy fairy wings. I could’ve made them pink to look like them, but i thought the white ones would suit you better”
“Cause i’m such an angel?” You tease as you reached your front door
“Well uh you are um a nice person” Hearing the shyness in his tone made you think that he was being sincere and it made you blush “Thank you Sykkuno, you’re one of the best people i know!”
He clears his throat “uh well um, look we made it!” trying to divert the conversation away from the compliments. You made a mental note to yourself to compliment him more, so that his confidence rises up and he no longer shies away from them.
“Yup!” You open the door “come on in!” He oh’ed as he came in, seeing the kitchen area first “As you can see Sy and chat, I have created a kitchen with actual fucking oven and fridge! How crazy is that! These mods are cool!”
“So, yeah! Kitchen area, though I doubt we’ll use it” You comment
“Wow! a fridge! Neat!” He opened the fridge and looked at the decor of other kitchen appliances
You laugh at his wording “ Yup! and this is our living room slash library” leading him further into the house and showing him the sitting area with a bunch of bookcases surrounding the fake chairs “and right next to this is the ‘dining room’ where more seats were placed with a table and a cute flower in a pot atop the table. “So, yea this is the first floor!”
“This is cool! Oh! it’s [y/f/flower] on the table” He notes and you nod feeling your cheeks flush a bit before admitting “of course! It’s actually the flower you gave me on our first day...”
“thats, thats really cool that you kept it” Sykkuno replies and there is a bit of silence between the two of you. Not awkward but almost in a content kind of way. Peaceful if you will.
“Ok! Now lets head upstairs! It’s where we sleep!” You say walking up the stairs showing him the green beds placed next to each other “I didn’t know if you wanted to sleep next to each other again, but i did it anyways lol”
He walked around the room and admired the little decor spread around the walls and opened chests in the room. He laughed awkwardly “it’s fine, it’s just a respawn point so its no biggie!”
“Yea to sleepovers!” You cheer
Clearing his throat he noted how much he liked the room, causing you to smile and thank him “But i know what you’ve been wanting to see the most!”
“What do you mean?” He questioned and looked at you
“The basement! Dun Dun DUN!” You jump at him scooting him down the stairs
He laughed in disbelief “What was that? Did you just hit me?”
“Nope” Emphasizing the p “ I just jumped at you which caused you to go down the stairs! I could never hurt you Sy!”
“Well I could never hurt you too” He mutters back and you pouted at how cute his response was
“Oh! You could just make your way down there! I forgot that Jae wanted me to give him some quartz back!” You gasp remembering what Jae had told you
“What do you mean?” His character looks back at you
And you look back at his and think “hmmm I don’t know if I should snitch or not, but Jae gave me an obsence amount of quartz blocks to build the house! I knew it was a little hard for you to get some, so he offered to give me some”
He hummed back “I see....”
You noted how the atmosphere tensed for a split moment until Sykkuno happily noted that it was nice of him to give you something he couldn’t, but it sounded a bit off to you. Though you didn’t pay much attention to that since you didn’t want to reveal the resistance, as you have yet to align yourself with any of the two factions, well soon to be three since you believe that Sydney is doing some witchy stuff.
“Well, why don’t you go do that while I check the basement and give something to toast really quick!” He tells you
“Ok!” You reply back to him rifling through your chests to find the remaining the blocks to give to Jae “I’ll see you in a bit, maybe toast too!”
With that you made your way back to Jae to hand him the quartz back, though it was quite an ordeal since he made a whole rant on how evil the comfy cartel were and how you should join them and become a spy cause apparently Toast is planning on doing something that could affect the entire server....
So you just ignored all of that and made your way back home, to have Toast and Sykkuno greet you at the front door.
“Hey guys! Im back” You cheer at them
“What did Jae want huh?!?!” Toast immediately questions you “Did you tell him any of our business huh? Should we be trusting you huh? huh? HUH!?!”
“Whoa Toast” You back up as he was getting all up in your face
“Wow Toast, are you okay?” Sykkuno places himself between you two
“Im doing just fine” Toast answers back and you notice his full gear armor “Just wanted to know if we have a rat here”
You tsk “wow Toast, I see how it is. I see. By the way you look like a Power Rangers villan, just sayin”
He takes out his gun and points it at you “Well you won’t be sayin much Motherfucka!”
“I won’t say anything at all if you give me a gun to join the comfy cartel” You hit Sykkuno away and hear him utter an ow “Cause I don’t have an allegiance with anyone at the moment. So I’m a free agent and I can talk to whoever whenever” Throwing his words back at him and implying that you can speak to anyone without repercussions.
“AH right you are not part of the comfy cartel yet” He nods to himself “Well I wont give you a gun to join the group cause frankly I know that you’ll just shoot me”
You sigh “Then i’-”
“Instead!” He interrupts you “I’ll give you something better!”
You pout “but i wanna cap a bitch”
“Instead of cappin’ you’ll be rackin’ cause you’re gunna have to collect taxes from people and in exchange you get the left hand of my right hand” He moves closer to you, that statement throw you through a loop ‘left hand?right hand?’. You were confusion. “Capiche?”
“What do you mean?” You question and he evil laughs and hits sykkuno.
“Wha? What was that Toast” Sykkuno also confused as to why Toast hit him and what Toast meant.
“I’m saying that you can have Sykkuno!” He evil laughs once more
Sykkuno splutters “Wha? What do you mean Toast?!?!”
You were shocked at what he said. Giving you Sykkuno? “What do you mean?”
“You can marry Sykkuno” He repeats himself once more “You are both important to each other, why else live together? This way I’m keeping you both in check” and once again with the evil laughter
‘I’m glad im not streaming otherwise some of the more entitled fangirls would 100% send hate comments to me’ you think to yourself
You hum “Will I still get a gun?”
“Only if you can become my number one marksmen and execute the people I tell you too” He offers you
“Deal” You nod to yourself
“Wha? [Y/N]?” Sykkuno sputters out “You’re ok with this?” and nodding to yourself you reply with a yes and asks him if he is also “Well I- uh I” he continues to laugh awkwardly “I mean uh sure?”
“Neat!” You reply throwing a diamond at him “Here’s your dowry lol”
Though before another conversation could happen Toast butts in once more “This was a test and you both passed” and throws a gun at you “Here take this one, prove yourself and I’ll get you a better one”
You put the gun in your hot bar and place it in your hand. “Clean!” You start point it in different directions “Thanks! Toast!”
“Don’t betray me or else you gets the hose!” He starts walking backwards then comes back up to you “Oh, also your target is Leslie, be sure to collect her taxes before killing her.” Walking backwards once more before coming back “Oh Sykkuno hand me the diamond [y/n] gave you.” He does so “Ok that’ll be your last tax payment until I have you look for materials for a special project” He evil laughs as he flies away
“OK! Great talk!” You call out and emote the happy one, with your arms lifted up and shaking about “Awesome! I get a gun muahahahaha!”
You hear Sykkuno clear his throat “so uh, you were ok with marrying me?”
“Yea! so were you!” You say as you move you camera around trying to find a good angle to see it properly
“Because you were!” He replies back and that took you aback a bit as you didn’t realize how uncomfortable it may have been for him.
“Well you didn’t have too if you didn’t want to” You felt a bit embarrassed at the fact that he did it because you wanted to but not he himself personally
“Wha, well I didn’t think you were being serious” Once again laughing awkwardly “Cause you know girls aren’t in- OW”
You shot him with the gun in annoyance.
‘Bitches are into you Sykkuno’ You screamed in your head ‘I‘M BITCHES!’
Author’s Note:
Side Note 1 - I dont know if this is correct lol
No cap but i had written half of this like 3 days after writing Part 1 but I got lazy lmao sorry! Also this is gunna be a slowburn story cuz lets be real our smol bean and all of our asses are awkward as hell and kind insecure in the romantic aspect, so realistically it would not be fast paced.
So here it is Minecraft pt.2/4
Tags: @sushiims
#sykkuno x reader#sykkuno fanfic#sykkuno imagines#sykkuno x y/n#sykkuno#sykkuwu#corpse x reader#corpse husband x reader
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YO ‼️‼️‼️ you got any family hcs for the neibolt kids :] like post reddie Reunification 👀 simply bc they are adorable and I love them
aaa hello!! sorry it’s taken me a minute to get to this, this week’s been v busy. but!! i have some hcs! i’ve been thinking about these for the past lil bit, & there’s probably more but! for now i have this list of random hcs!
Family/Neibolt Girls HCs!
•Eddie & Richie would 100% be learning sign language as soon as they reunite. they want to do all they can to understand & communicate with N!Richie better.
•& Neddie would join them in learning too bc she saw how happy other people speaking ASL with her made Richie & she wants her to be happy
•i feel like N!Richie would want to go to school. like, she’s read/seen lots about it & she’s just so curious about what it is & all the things she could learn there (think Luca).
•Neddie could care less about school. she has 0 interest in going, but she would only go to protect her Richie.
•tho I don’t think Eddie thinks it’s a good idea to send the girls to school. bc of Eddie’s goo & Richie’s sewn mouth & maggots,,, she’s not not sure the school system would allow it/what they’d think of it
•so maybe her & Richie homeschool the girls! Neddie hates it, but N!Richie loves learning about anything the Adults will tell her about. and maybe they make lil trips to museums & other places so the girls can learn more.
•Neddie would have a Tumblr. that’s it.
•random one but I feel like N!Richie would hum to herself. Like, nothing in particular, she would just make small humming noises every once in a while bc that’s pretty much the only verbal thing she can do.
•she doesn’t even notice she’s doing it, it’s just a mindless thing she does
•the girls have a bunk bed, but more often than not Neddie either sleeps on the floor or creeps her way down to the bottom bunk to sleep with her Richie
•Neddie hates to admit that she loves giant stuffed animals, like the ones you’d find/win at a carnival. she just thinks they’re neat.
•on the contrary, N!Richie prefers small stuffed animals but she has a t o n
•at Halloween time, Eddie & Richie try to take the girls to an “haunted” abandoned house attraction (like at a theme park or something) & they both refuse to go inside bc it reminds them of 29 Neibolt
•Neddie will literally growl at anybody who looks at her Richie even the l i t t l e s t bit wrong
•Neddie has attempted to dye her hair herself multiple times
•(Eddie caught her every time & Neddie’s still salty about it)
•but one time she lets Richie helps her! neither of them know what they’re doing but Richie watched exactly half of a (5 minute long) YouTube video so she’s qualified
•they dip-dye it blue, so Neddie can decide if she likes it enough to add more next time
•Neddie thinks it’s so cool & now she wants to dye it every color
•(she thinks she’ll try pink next, not because she necessarily likes it, but bc it reminds her of her Richie)
•Neddie & (adult) Richie love to recreate memes/vines together
•N!Richie loves mini backpacks/purses bc look at all the things she can put in there!
•she has a little collection of things that fascinate her. it has items such as a rubix cube, crayons, safety pins, etc.
•the girls are actually very good & fun babysitters! specifically to Stan & Patty’s baby (they have a baby fight me). Richie tries to teach the baby some ASL bc they can’t talk & she wants the baby to be able to communicate (she doesn’t realize it’s just not old enough to speak yet), & she just likes to watch the baby do whatever bc it fascinates her what the baby likes. Neddie is more chaotic (obviously) & doesn’t mind if the baby spits up or screams (she thinks it’s funny), but she’s also surprisingly good at making the baby calm down when it starts crying. no one understands Neddie’s secret, Neddie doesn’t even really understand herself, but she’s just able to make the baby feel safe and loved. (& ya know, that probably makes Neddie cry herself bc she hasn’t felt that before & now she has a family & her & Richie are s a f e & she’s actually h a p p y)
•Eddie & Richie don’t get many nights out bc they don’t trust the girls home by themselves
•well, Eddie doesn’t. Richie thinks they’ll be fineeeee but Eddie’s not risking it
•so they only go out when the girls have been really good/they’ve all been on good terms, or when another Loser(s) visit/when they visit other Loser(s).
•Richie sometimes let’s the girls style her hair & pick out her outfits
•even tho they all fight a lot, Richie & Eddie are actually really good moms/mom figures! they care for the girls so much, & the girls love them sm too (tho Neddie refuses to admit it). they’re all just one big (mostly) happy family & they own my heart i love the Tozier-Kaspbraks
#kinda random but!!#just some ideas i've been thinking about#the humming one is based on me bc i do that#i dont even think i just hum#these are kinda all over the place#and im not sure if this is what you were asking for#but its what ive got atm#no thoughts head empty#only them#reddie#fem reddie#fem neibolt reddie#neibolt kids#eddie kaspbrak#neddie#richie tozier#n!richie#fem losers club#scary balloon clown movie
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can i please request a little drabble about what the sk8 the infinity boys would say to their s/o when they’re feeling insecure? & btw i love ur blog, it brings me sm joy!!
sure can! also I'm so glad you love my blog!! that makes my day :(( !!
Also I wrote for Reki and Langa since the short drabble became a not so short drabble :p under the cut !!
You stood in the bathroom, turning here and there and analyzing yourself in the mirror. You had been wanting to try out a new style and Reki was totally supportive of the idea and kept telling you how much he thought you could pull it off. And you were very excited, deciding that you were going to debut your new outfit for S tonight, but now you were not so sure. You were stressing out because Reki would want to leave soon and here you were, noticing how your body just doesn’t fit at all in your clothes like you wanted it to. You noticed how certain parts hugged your skin, and other parts just sat weird. It was making you think nasty things.
Like how you would just embarrass Reki by being seen with him dressed like this, how you should just go find a pair of his sweats and a hoodie and be done with it, how you were stupid for even thinking a change would be good for you or your weird body.
Reki walked in to the bathroom with your bag in hand, ready to go with a big smile on his face when he saw how upset you looked. He set your bag on the counter and turned you to him,
“Hey sweetheart, what's wrong?” You shook your head and brought your hand to the back of your neck,
“Ah, nothing. I’m just gonna go change...real quick..” He stopped you before you could pass him,
“But I thought you were super excited to wear that tonight?”
“Not when I look like this” Reki knew what was up,
“Hey, you look wonderful darling! I know trying something new it rough at first, but I’ll make you a deal. You wear this absolutely stunning outfit,” he grabbed your hand and twirled you around, turning you to the mirror and hugging you from behind, “and if you don’t end up liking it after not having a mirror to look at, then I’ll let you wear my jacket and you can change as soon as we’re back. Sound good?” He peppered soft kisses across your cheek and neck, making you giggle,
“Okay, okay! Fine, I’ll wear it…thank you…”
“You don’t have to thank me, it’s my job to make you feel good and keep you happy, and I’m determined to do just that” You smiled at each other in the mirror before grabbing your bag off the counter and heading off to skate the night away.
You and Langa were having a lil study date in his living room. You two had bought food after school and skated to his apartment. His mom was still at work, so you two had alone time for a good few hours.
Right now, you were working on math and it was kicking your ass. The lessons recently had been really confusing and you were struggling to keep up with the class. You glanced over at Langa’s work, hoping to see him also struggling, only to see him flying through the problems. His work was neat, organized, and most importantly it was correct. You looked down at your work and it looked like chicken scratch, and you didn’t have a single problem right. You bit your lip and turned the page slightly away from him in a feeble attempt to hide your insecurity,
“Hey, what did you get for #37?” He asked rather calmly, and you panicked because you were only up to #15 and it’s not like you could help him anyway, but you weren’t about to look stupid in front of your boyfriend,
“Oh, um… I’m not there yet…”
“That’s fine, what question are you on?”
“Ah… I’m on fifteen… I kept getting distracted and wasn’t working as fast as you heh..” He looked over at you, mid sip of his drink, and looked at your paper. He noticed how you reacted when he looked over,
“Are you okay? You look upset… or embarrassed, your cheeks are all flushed”
You buried your face in your hands to hide your embarrassment but in turn expose your messy math work to Langa and he picked up the page, piecing it all together. He carefully wrapped his fingers around your wrists, tugging them gently from your face so you could peek up at him,
“Hey, you want some help? I can walk you through the steps” You sighed and nodded,
“It’s not fair how easily you understand this. I pay attention the entire class, I take notes, I do the examples, but once I do my homework it’s like I didn’t learn anything… and now I look so stupid because I can’t do this simple math we were just taught”
“You don’t look stupid, love, you look troubled, and I’m here to help you. You can ask me for help without being embarrassed, I mean I ask you for help all the time even when I’m embarrassed over something, but I know you wont make fun of me, and I’m not about to make fun of you for not being able to do some silly math problems. Now, lets get started with #1”
You smiled, a new drive to do better filling your thoughts as you and Langa scooted closer, sharing little fits of giggles and kisses as you did your homework together.
#sk8 the infinity#sk8 reki#sk8 langa#reki kyan#langa hasegawa#reki x reader#langa x reader#anonie#anonie request#drabble
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The Mandalorian Chapter 14 reactions: HOLY SHIT THAT WAS AWESOME BUT ALSO I’M CRYING edition
- the good good din characterization is back after all the weirdness last episode!!!! that soft way he says ‘no, no, I’m not mad at you’? THAT’S din djarin, he would not be fucking impatient with his son having just been informed and seen for himself that he is terrified, go away mr filoni I know you’ve got all of canon memorized but you don’t get this lol. this feels much more right in how din being conflicted and still thinking he should give the baby away for his own good plays out too
honestly every line of dialogue for him in this one was perfect I was just whispering ‘I love this awkward clueless wonderful man just doing his best’ to myself any time he said anything. “...does this look Jedi to you?” sir I adore you more than words can describe
- we got din chuckling. asjdklfhsdkafghsdafsadhjkfsdahjkfh. fskahfksjad. side note: I can’t believe my joke post about din desperately trying to Force home school the kid with the one (1) jedi trick he knows about and the baby being delighted by it over and over anyway -- listen to his expectant excited laugh when din takes the ball and sets up the game!!!! -- was canon all along. and then the baby & mando music kicking in when he gently put the silver ball into the baby’s hands again and tells him he’s special (because he IS special. to din)? hmng. hmmmmnnnnn
they opened on the height of softness so we would all crumple under the weight of the rest of the episode and that was very mean of them in a way I sincerely appreciate
- nothing to see here... just a dad trying to walk through the literal manifestation of the unassailable underlying forces of the universe to get to his baby again and again........ the desperation in that, the love, the foolhardy devotion................... shit
- okay so I might be a dumbass, but I’d never noticed this before -- the silver ball has a blue spot on the top, like so:
and in addition we get the room where the baby goes full darth grogu (I have to laugh so I don’t cry okay) on those storm troopers, and there’s a red light in there dominating the room (and it did even more in the concept art):
in star wars blue means light side and red means dark side (it’s very sophisticated that way), meaning the visual storytelling here is that there’s a battle for the baby’s soul and gideon and all his nonsense (and the trauma bb’s been through in the wider sense) is pulling towards the dark, while grogu and din’s connection leads him towards the light. just... the image of the baby looking at his own reflection in the symbolic representation of his relationship to din? the way children find their sense of self through being safely reflected and held by their caretakers? god help meeeeeee I will go in there and fistfight gideon myself for disrupting that in any way
the smaller light seems to be blue too, like there’s still the presence of light even if it’s dimmed and small in that shitty horrible room, which is a change from the concept art!
- FENNEC SHAND SURVIVED BITCHES!!! I even called that she’d be back with new shiny robot parts back in season 1, could not happen to a cooler lady, I hope we get more backstory and interaction from her the next episodes -- sounds like she’s basically sworn herself to boba’s service in gratitude for saving her life, I wonder if that’s a cultural thing of whereever she comes from? does she live aboard slave 1 now too?? because that would be hilarious and amazing, it must be like two strange cats trying to get used to sharing the same space
- everything I could ever hope for about boba fett in this series came true, they went down the much more interesting and nuanced route with jango and boba’s identities as mandalorians, he looked cool as fuck and made din as a character shine rather than overshadowing him... amazing beautiful yesss
(I did 100% not anticipate just how ‘cool uncle boba here to help you fuck shit up’ he was going to be but I am delighted to get it anyway. uncle points deducted for getting someone to point a gun at the baby, but the main point still stands lol)
the power and brutality of his hand to hand fighting too... a w e s o m e , I enjoyed the action scenes a lot in this one
- they even recanonized him actually wearing jango’s armour. what more could I ask for. I’ve had confused parent & child feels about these two since I was like eleven and here we fucking go again. and jango fighting in the mando civil wars too!
- so I’m grieving the razor crest (and I always will be, rip you magnificent jalopy, always in my heart) but also there’s the grim satisfaction that my reading on it was sort of true -- it is (...was. oh god it’s going to take a while to sink in huh) a symbol of din’s self and life, and at this point when they take the baby it tears everything else to pieces. the only thing that’s left in the ashes is the beskar and the thing that connects him to the baby. and there’s... a strange solace in seeing that that’s all he needs to keep going? he’s fucking obliterated from orbit but he still has his love for the baby and the beskar and that can keep him going until he finds something new, everything else can be replaced?????? weirdly healing, though he is probably going to have a solid breakdown at some point after they get the kid back (shut up they are getting the kid back) and the cold distant fog lifts
also this scene/shot feels like it carries some Meaning, doesn’t it? I’m on record several times saying I never want din to be mand’alor and that’s still true, but there’s something about the framing of this and the way boba looks at him that’s like... hm. I’m not sure I have the words for it. there’s something heightened about it, anyway, for a moment he looks like something mythic there in the wreckage
(something I would be much cooler with is our clan of two growing a little bit and those new people rallying behind him, actually, that might be neat. imagine if a force user does show up for the baby and gets adopted into the clan somehow??? so many possibilities.)
- from the way he picks up the silver ball... din djarin is on his way to straight up murder some people huh
I think part of what reassures me about this scene is the music -- this mando flute is not distant, is not beaten, is not despondent, it’s clear and determined and strong.
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I love this. I love when we get explicit baby POVs, it makes it feel so real and intimate and... like home. (I especially loved baby’s point of view inside the razor crest, which just made me tear up again. baby lost the closest thing he’s had to a home in a long long time on top of it all. everything is suffering)
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Emotionally Significant Thumb Grabbing tm; the show
- din djarin looking for the ‘on’ switch on a magic rock fhsdakjfhsadlfhsdjah I can’t breathe
“Well, this is the seeing stone. Are you. Seeing anything?” fsafkdsajhfsa sdhfksjalhfkjsdahfkjsdhf
- the energy around the baby as he’s, in ahsoka’s words, ‘choosing his path’ is blue, and the force sort of works across time and space, right?? so there’s definitely still hope for our lil green bean to not have to come up with a really dumb unsubtle sith name for himself, as is regrettably yet delightfully tradition. darth babbu should never come to pass (I do like how they’re interrogating the normal dark/light side dichotomy in this series, seeing as this is a literal baby who can’t really be responsible for that stuff himself yet and has such capacity for both.)
- listen. listen, the way din says ‘can you please hurry up’ with no sarcasm or real impatience whatsoever, more like a harried worry, to his force-meditating son as he jogs off to make sure no one’s trying to kill them. is hilarious and also YES this is what the character is!!! weirdly and incongruously polite under stress sometimes and with a slightly odd reaction pattern to things!!! he’s not just quiet and badass, he’s a little strange sometimes and it’s so good!
- a friendly opening volley warning shot from boba there
also din uncertainly asking BOBA FETT if he’s a jedi... now this is the dramatic irony I’ve been looking for haha
I guess neither shand nor boba actually know din’s name after this either. baby you gotta start introducing yourself at some point it gets real confusing when there are two mandos on screen
oh the long weary sigh going through din’s frame when boba says he wants ‘the armour’ and he thinks it’s just someone trying to peel the beskar off his corpse again. sorry the galaxy’s so shitty dad
- “But fate sometimes steps in to rescue the wretched” is a killer line well done mr favreau. I like that boba actually offers din a good deal as well and seems to intend to deliver on it from how things are going.
- din using his beskar-covered bod to cover someone he’s fighting alongside!!! literal moving cover haha. also I love fennec’s costume design
- I don’t know where din got more whistling birds from and I don’t care, it was really cool haha
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wow haha um so anyway --
(cue all the ‘who wore it better’ with cobb vanth’s ‘spiderman’s first home made costume’ look on one side and ABSOLUTE UNIT DADDY boba fett on the other side posts lol)
- aaaghh the music almost like a stunned desperate fluttering heart beat as din watches the razor crest be destroyed
- for someone who has willingly worked for them in the past boba sure sounds less than thrilled about having the empire back in any capacity
- oof the deadness in din’s voice when he says “The child is gone”. ooooh no that got me h e l p
- guessing next episode is at least partly a ‘gathering old allies and preparing the assault’ step before the grand finale, then! they cannot go for the season ender cliffhanger with this, I will fucking riot. anything can be up in the air except baby and dad being separated, I will not allow it
it would be very funny if the force user baby called out to comes stumbling into the middle of all this like the troy entering the room with pizzas meme too
- the music in the darth grogu scene is partially a dark mirror of the baby & mando music :’( is nothing in this world sacred
also from how he reaches out for it baby might have used a light saber before in the past with the jedi? ngl the idea of baby wielding the dark saber not when he’s all grown up but in like two episodes -- with all the chaos a toddler holding a laser sword would involve -- is all that is keeping me sane here
‘liable to put an eye out with one of these’ well gideon you sure have doomed someone to lose an eye with that one, here’s to hoping it’s you, for full dramatic payoff
he is a deliciously smug awful force with great musical cues tho, you have to give it to him
- okay so this
is obviously awful and horrible and it makes me so sad... but it is undeniably also very very very funny in how it’s framed. you know what? after all this bullshit baby grogu can have a little dark side tantrum, as a treat, we’ve all been there right
(forget finding a jedi, we need to go out there and find a child psychologist who can help him deal with this without adding the fear that he’s on the path to become a two foot tall evil space sorcerer to the mix Y_________Y)
- rip the razor crest except for the second time :’’’( gone but never forgotten
- the last thing din tells the baby is “I’m gonna protect you; I’ll be back soon”. and I hope that stays with the kid somehow and that it actually comes true, that din will be back for him as soon as humanly possible and all this pain and fear can be repaired. ggggghhhhh my emotions are too big for my dumb human body
#star wars#the mandalorian#the mandalorian spoilers#the mandalorian meta#okay I'm gonna have to. go take a calming walk or something after this haha
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I posted 279 times in 2021
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#i think its because i was consuming probably about equal amounts american and british media while i was relearning how to not talk
My Top Posts in 2021
#5
sick and tired of pig/human buff/noodle techno design discourse i wanna know everyone’s takes on what The Fuck is going on with his legs
so like presumably we’ve got red pants/shorts and then the uhhhhhhh chain mail/fishnet/checkered patterned whatever and like either maybe two toned boots or hes got like, leg? warmers? anyways
i feel like, i should be pretty confident that the bottom black part is shoes right?
but
they don’t have any soles????
like, they’re the same as his hands hooves are just out; biblically accurate techno doesn’t wear shoes? you’re telling me this man has 4 distinct leg sections and none of them are shoes? king how many layers of legwarmers do you need?
but
that isn’t fucking all-
id like to direct everyone’s attention back to the “pants”
are they pants? are we sure? because they’re a very similar color to his coat
“but waite, they’re clearly separated from the coat by the trim“
oh are they?? are you fucking sure???? dear reader have you ever noticed that the trim just stops at the front? it doesn’t wrap around
are His PANts attached?!!? To hIS coat? is IT a jumpSUit???
whatisthetruthimlosingitoverhere
716 notes • Posted 2021-08-13 08:27:48 GMT
#4
Taking a quick break from spreading rapier technoblade propaganda to instead spread messer nihachu propaganda
What is a messer?
Its a big knife, just a hugeass fucking knife, sword sized but knife shaped which is the vital distinction. Messer is like literally german for knife.
C!niki should have one and heres why i think that:
German
I think this one is self explanatory
The history of the messer
So basically messers exist to exploit this lil old loophole in 15th century german laws where most people aren't allowed to make or have swords but they are allowed knives. So a messer, in a very "behold a man" sort of way, is technically a knife bc of the construction of the handle and only having the one sharp side. (I think there's more minutia to that distinction but im too lazy to look it up rn, handle, sharp on one side is the broad strokes)
So anyway remember how during the Schlatt administration Niki specifically got her taxes raised n stuff? Now ok hear me out, hc that at some point during that time period Niki also gets disallowed from owning weapons for like, probably similar petty reasons to the taxes so she just, gets a Really Big fucking knife and goes on her merry way.
Knife like cooking like baking? Slice bread in bakery with giant knife?
C!niki is a baker so having her weapon b kind of tangentially culinary is p neat i think. Also the mental image of niki like, serving pie w her Huge Knife amuses me.
In conclusion niki nihachu deserves a giant knife, thank u for coming to my ted talk
1196 notes • Posted 2021-08-12 05:30:42 GMT
#3
So like, the new skin Phil's got on namemc huh? I know that logically probably I should be going buckwild over like is this another death flag? Wings got blown up canon??
But I will be completely honest, I just can't unsee the black as one big shirt and the green as overalls and thats the thing that my brain has latched onto today
1479 notes • Posted 2021-02-24 08:05:22 GMT
#2
"Don't talk to me, or walmart me, or Philza Minecraft, or my dog, or my dog, or my dog, or my dog, or my dog, or my dog, or my dog, or my dog, or my dog, or my dog, or my dog, or my dog, or my dog, or my dog, or my dog ever again" -Techno probably, canon killing the next sorry fucker who tries bothering the tundra cottagecore retirement bois
1862 notes • Posted 2021-01-10 08:17:46 GMT
#1
I love bird mumza as much as the next guy however if there is not enough panda!death goddess art out there I guess I will make it myself.
Well yknow,, shes American so shes got the right to uh, b-bear arms?
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“Just a normal night”
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Notes: HEY. THIS IS JUST BEEN SITTING ON MY FILES FOR THE LONGEST TIME AND I COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT IT DKJFHAKJHAKJDFH. Anyway, it's a long time coming. The writing probs isn't as neat or as good as the latest uploads bc of that, but... idk. Hopefully it's good! I couldn't bring myself to edit it again, sorry about that. I hope you can enjoy it anyways and please go check out the artist, @s-mscott!
“Guys?” Dick asked, on his tiptoes as he rummaged through every cabinet in the huge kitchen “Hey are we out of cereal? I can’t find my Lucky Charms anywhere.”
“I think so.” Jason answered “I ate the last of the Lucky Charms last night.”
“Yep.” Tim said, popping the ‘p’ as he slid through the countertop, landing a bit behind Dick “I had the last of the frosted flakes two days ago.”
“Froot Loops?” Dick asked.
“I had those.” Duke answered “Sorry.”
“Fruity Pebbles?”
Cass raised her hand, looking at the ground.
“Reese’s Puffs?”
“I finished the box yesterday.” Damian announced, crossing his arms as he leaned against the marble sink.
“Damn.” Dick murmured and pouted as he closed the cabinet’s door “I’ve been craving cereal today.”
“We can always go get some.” Jason shrugged.
“At three in the morning?” Duke asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Actually, four.” Jason corrected, putting up a finger “And yeah, why not? I mean, we had a hard patrol tonight, and if Dick wants some cereal, I say let’s go get some cereal.”
“It’s four in the morning, Todd.” Damian said.
“I mean, the closest Walmart is open 24/7.” Tim interfered.
“You can’t be seriously considering this, Grayson.” Damian frowned at his older brother.
“Why not? I’m not sleepy anyways.” Dick crossed his arms and shrugged.
“Yes!” Jason hissed “Late night adventures with the baby bats. Let’s roll!” He clapped his hands once, and started to walk out of the kitchen, his siblings following him to the garage.
“Oh wait!” Dick said “Let’s ring up Bruce and see if there’s anything else we need.”
“Bold of you to assume he’d know what we need.” Tim interfered.
“Yeah, well, it’s worth a shot. Plus, do any of us really want to wake up Alfred to ask him?” Dick said, taking his communicator out of his pocket and placing it in his ear “B? Have a sec?” He asked
“Nightwing. What’s wrong?” Came the answer, Batman’s raspy voice flowing through the device.
“Oh, nothing’s wrong. We’re going to take a quick trip to the supermarket, I wanted to ask if you need anything.”
“... At four in the morning?”
“Yeah. Do you need anything?”
Bruce sighed.
“We’re running out of the coffee blend that Tim likes. Alfred the cat’s favorite treats have been gone since last week, and Cass’ favorite ice cream is done. Oh, buy Duke that soda he likes, I drank the last can. Also, Jason’s cookies and that brand of chips you like, we ran out of those. Oh, and buy something with Iron in it, I’m worried that Damian might not be getting enough.”
“Like spinach?” Dick said, writing it down on his phone’s notes.
“Yeah, that’ll do. Ah, and we’re a little low on milk.”
“Okay. Will keep that in mind. Thanks B, have a nice patrol.”
“Please don’t give the papers any headlines.”
“You got it, B. Bye.”
He placed the device back on his pocket.
“Okay, there’s a lot of stuff to buy, so let’s get going. I’ll drive.”
“Shotgun!” Jason yelled.
“We’re taking the S.U.V., one of you will need to ride in the trunk.” Dick said.
“I’ll go.” Cass’ eyes twinkled. No one could understand why she was always so fascinated with the idea of riding in the trunk, but she seemed to find it fun and all of them thought that her excitement was cute.
“Alright then.” Dick smiled, ruffling her hair. Her grin grew wider, and Duke set her hair straight again before they got into the car.
“Hey, can I play my music?” Tim asked from the backseat.
“Don’t force us to listen to the atrocity Drake calls music, Grayson.” Damian complained, arms crossed “Let me play something.”
“Uh, I’d rather not listen to Mozart and Bach while we’re in the car.” Duke protested.
“It’s called classic for a reason, Thomas.”
“Doesn’t matter, bat-brat.” Jason said “I’m with him on this one. Besides, universal car rules, shotgun DJ’s.”
“Since when?” Tim asked.
“Since now.” Jason said, plugging his phone in.
“Uh, I don’t think so.” Dick took the cord from him “According to ‘Supernatural’ rules, ‘Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole’. So that’s mine.”
“No one else watches this show Dickhead!” Jason pulled the cord back.
“Doesn’t matter, because I’m older!” Dick pulled it back again.
“Age is just a number!” Tim pushed himself to the front seat and took the cord back.
“Great point Drake!” Damian pulled him back by his waist, stealing the cord from him too.
“Hey, stop with the fuss, I’m gonna crash the car!” Dick said.
“Maybe we should just play Beyoncé...” Duke suggested. The car went silent for a while.
“Okay.” Dick said “Put on ‘Single Ladies’.”
“No. ‘Halo’ is her best.” Damian complained.
“Uhm, no way? I’m playing ‘Drunk in Love’, and that’s it.” Tim shot back.
“Are you crazy? Play ‘Formation’.” Duke interfered.
“I like ‘Run the World’...” Cass said quietly from the trunk.
“Yeah, okay,” Tim murmured “We’ll play that.”
The girl smiled as the first notes from the song filled the car.
There weren’t many cars in the parking lot, which was expected. They picked up two carts, and Dick hopped inside the one Jason was pushing.
“Dude!” Duke started “You’re in your mid-twenties!”
“Leave me alone, I nearly sprained my ankle today.” Dick stuck his tongue out. No one else questioned anything beyond that. The employees simply sighed, used to the two older brothers and their antics.
“Hey Parker.” Jason greeted the nighttime security guard.
“Hey. I see you two brought the whole gang tonight.” He answered.
“Yup.” Dick smiled.
“So this is a regular thing for the two of you?” Duke asked.
“Are you really surprised, Duke?” Tim shot back.
“No. Not really.”
“Okay. First stop, Bruce said we need to get Tim’s coffee.” Dick exclaimed, looking at the list.
Jason led the way, Dick grinning like a child on the cart, Cass quietly following as she pushed their second cart, Duke making friendly conversation with her while Tim and Damian kept bickering right behind them.
“Oh, wait!” Dick held on to the metal bars “We’re right next to the cookies and Bruce said we’re out of your favorites, Jay.” He looked up.
“Alright, a little detour then.” Jason turned them around, quickly grabbing his treats “Anyone wants anything else from this aisle?”
“But... We don’t need anything else from the aisle.” Duke pointed out.
“Um, we have a billionaire’s credit card?” Tim said “Bruce won’t freak out if we buy a few extra things.”
“Uuuh, they have those koala shaped cookies!” Dick hopped out of the cart “How many do I get?”
“I want one.” Cass said.
“Chocolate or strawberries?”
“Uh… I want both.” She answered.
“Okay, one each for the lady, two strawberries for me...”
“I want a chocolate one.” Tim said.
“Me too.” Damian asked.
“Oh, just take twenty boxes, ten of each flavor.” Jason interfered, dumping them on Cass’ cart “We’ll share later.”
“Oh my God, those are expensive!” Duke said, exasperated.
“Yeah. So?” Jason shot back.
“Bruce is a billionaire, bro. He won’t mind.” Dick said, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.
“Yeah, well, it’s easy for you guys to say it. You grew up like that. It’s kinda hard to accept this when you aren’t used to having so much.” Duke answered, scratching his neck.
“Hey, I get that feeling lil’ bro.” Jason tapped his back “I spent my childhood in Gotham’s streets.”
“Yeah. I mean, I grew up in the circus. I wasn’t used to the idea of getting brand new stuff instead of asking for hand-me-downs from our friends whenever I grew out of my clothes.” Dick interfered.
“But... Just think about it like this.” Jason got closer to him “We now can get everything we couldn’t in the past.”
Duke frowned. Jason nodded encouragingly.
“That... Doesn’t help.”
“I tried.” Jason shrugged. Dick hopped back in the cart “To the coffee aisle!” He exclaimed, pushing his brother around.
“Hang on.” Tim said “This is where they leave the energy drinks. Let me take some.”
“Why do you insist on drinking this crap, Drake?” Damian scowled, reading the label in one of the cans “If you have such a death wish, jumping in front of a train is a much cheaper, quicker alternative.”
“Shut up, little devil.” Tim picked up cans from his favorite brand.
“Jason, push me a little farther down the aisle, please.” Dick asked “They keep their iced teas over there.”
“Ugh, Grayson, you disgust me.” Damian rolled his eyes.
“Don’t be so judgemental Lil’ D.” He smiled, being pushed away by Jason.
As they examined the cans, Dick noticed he had attracted the looks of a middle aged man, a couple of steps from them. He was staring at his hoodie, that contained the frase ‘I love dick’ printed on it.
“Oh,” He exclaimed, smiling at the guy “My name is Richard. That’s why it’s funny.” The man nodded “I’m also queer as fuck, so that makes it better.” He added nonchalantly, and the man’s eyes widened “Okay Jay, I picked up all I wanted, let’s go back.”
“Alright you little shits, back to the coffee quest.” Jason said, leading the way once again. This time, they finally made it to the coffee aisle. Tim crouched down, looking for his favorite blend.
Cass got a little curious once she laid eyes on a colorful package on the top shelf. She picked it up and handed it to Dick.
“Read. Please.”
“This is an espresso roast. Here it says that it has notes of strawberry? Vanilla and... Sugar cane. Colombian coffee. Seems nice. Wanna take it?”
“Yes.” She nodded. Dick dropped it on his cart.
Cass wandered away, still looking at all of the coffee blends.
“Hey girlie,” A guy whistled at her, next to his group of friends “Nice ass.”
She squinted at them.
“Yo, asshole!” Tim screamed, getting their attention “That’s our sister!” He threw a bag of coffee beans at the guy’s face, causing his nose to bleed.
“Hey, who do you think you are?” One of them started to walk up to her brothers. Cass could tell that he wanted trouble, so she grabbed his arm and slammed his face against the shelf, so quickly and brutally that it barely budged, leaving the products unbothered, but the guy fell to the floor, disoriented. She stared at him.
“We are Waynes.” Damian answered, pacing towards them quietly, hands on his pockets “I suggest you apologize immediately for the troubles, if you wouldn’t want to get a hefty lawsuit for your harrasment.”
“Uh, sorry bro.” One of them started, a little scared “We didn’t-”
“Not to me.” He interrupted “To her.”
“We’re sorry, miss Wayne.” All of them mumbled.
“Now promise you won’t do it again.” Damian added.
“We won’t do it again.” They started at the floor, next to where their fallen friend laid down.
“Good.” He squinted “Help your friend up, and get out of my sight.”
They did as they were told, helping his friend walk straight again. As Cass headed back, Dick gently touched her arm, looking up at her.
“Hey, are you alright?” She smiled and gave him a thumbs up. He smiled back.
“Does this happen often?” Jason asked.
“Sometimes.” She shrugged “But they always say sorry after I break their nose.”
“Ayy, that’s our girl.” Jason praised “Alright, we got the coffee. Where to next?”
“Let’s see... Next item is Alfred the cat’s treats.” Dick said.
“Ha!” Damian laughed loudly “As if Alfred would eat the... peasant treats that this store offers. No. I’ve already bought the adequate brand from an online shop.”
“Okay...” Dick raised an eyebrow “Then... Cass’ ice cream is next, but I think we should leave that as the last item, so it won’t melt, which leads us to Duke’s soda because Bruce had the last can.”
“Let’s go then. I think that the cereal aisle is on the way, so we’ll get that first.” Jason said, pushing the cart around again.
“Which ones do we get?” Tim asked, looking through the shelf.
“Everything that has sugar.” Dick answered. His brother began handing him boxes, when they heard a small whisper.
“Oh my God, are those...?” A girl said to her friend, attracting the eyes of the siblings. The duo averted their gaze quickly. Cass frowned at them.
“Relax.” Jason smiled, placing an arm on her back “They’re probably just... Fans.”
“Fans?” She asked, still staring suspiciously at them.
“Yeah.” Dick shrugged “I mean, we’re not super stars, but we do hit the papers pretty often. A bunch of people know us here in Gotham.” The girls were looking again, and Dick gave them a small wave, making them giggle “See? Nothing to worry about.”
“Hum.”
“Hey there, ladies.” Jason greeted, a cheeky smile on his face “What brings you to this fine establishment tonight?”
“We ran out of energy drinks.” One of them answered “What about you?”
“Cereal.” Dick answered, lifting two boxes. They giggled again.
“Hey, um... can we maybe get a picture?” The girl asked “It’s just that... no one will believe us when we tell them about this.”
“Absolutely not!” Damian answered.
“Nah, don’t listen to the little brat.” Jason said “Go ahead.”
Dick held up the boxes again, smiling as Jason made a ‘crazy’ motion with his hands. Tim turned around as the photo was being taken, turning him into a blurr with tired eyes.
“Can we get some selfies too?” The other one asked, grinning.
“No!” Damian protested again.
“Of course you can!” Dick said “Duke, Cass, come here.” He called.
All of them gathered around the cart Dick was staying at, even Damian. He didn’t look so pleased as the photo was taken, but neither did Cass.
“Thanks. You guys really are nice.” The first girl said.
“Oh, you have no clue on how nice I can be.” Jason winked, making her blush “Tell you what, why don’t I give you my phone number and you can text me those pictures later, hm?”
“Sure.” The girl bit her lips as Jason scribbled his number on her wrist.
“You are such a flirt.” Dick rolled his eyes as the girls walked away.
“What, like you aren’t?” Jason snorted, pushing him away, looking for where they kept the soda.
“I think Cass didn’t like that interaction very much.” Tim whispered to his older brothers, who turned around to find a frowning baby bat. Jason chuckled.
“What’s wrong, sis?” She scowled at him “Oh, c’mon, don’t get jealous.” He threw an arm around her shoulder “You know you’ll always be our number one girl, but a guy has his needs. And sometimes, a guy needs a date.”
Cass pushed him away, rolling her eyes as Duke placed five soda cans on her cart.
“Why would you even drink this sugar filled monstrosity, Thomas?” Damian asked, reading the labels “Grandfather wouldn’t even feed his prisoners something as revolting as this.”
“Because, Bat-brat,” He said “We’re all entitled to enjoy at least one or two things that may ultimately be responsible for our deaths.”
“I suppose.” He murmured, lifting an eyebrow “You make much finer points than the rest of them. Father has been looking for heirs in the least suitable places, I assume.” He clicked his tongue “It’s a good thing I’m here to help.”
“Okay...” Duke answered, raising his eyebrows and averting his gaze. There was only so much strangeness that he could handle.
“Great, now we need to get my chips and spinach.” Dick stated.
“Spinach?” Tim asked “Why spinach?”
“B thinks Damian may have been needing more iron in his diet.” Dick shrugged.
“Aaw.” Tim said “That’s actually kinda cute. Do you think he ever worries about our diets?”
“Don’t be stupid Tim, of course he doesn’t.” Jason answered.
“He does.” Dick shot back “He worries about us, he just... Really, really, really, reaaaally sucks at showing it sometimes.”
“Potatoe, potatoe.” Jason murmured.
“Yeah, whatever. Keep me moving Little Wing, we have stuff to pick up and my tiredness is catching up to me.” Dick pointed forward.
“Sure. But the chips are in the opposite direction.”
“Well turn me around then, do you want me to look like an idiot?” Dick said, a little exasperated.
“I wish you had an off button sometimes.” Jason sighed as he made his way to the chips section.
An employee, mopping the floor with a bored expression, looked up from what he was doing when he saw the Wayne gang talking loudly. Dick tried to control his brothers from inside the cart, and had just told Jason to separate a fight between Tim and Damian. Duke and Cass snicker as they saw a bored, six feet tall Jason pushing his much smaller brothers apart.
“Yep.” The employee murmured to himself “Billionaires shopping at Walmart at four in the morning. Just a normal night.”
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