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farahtissaiamyloves · 2 years ago

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Hey so I'm not sure if you're doing requests rn so just ignore this if you don't

Lady Lesso x gn!reader

Reader just having been overwhelmed for the last few days tough to lack of sleep and stress in generall cause of their relationship with their mother and shit (you can choose further details if you'd like) so everything just comes crashing down one afternoon and reader breaks down infront of Lesso

Just some comforting fluff would be really nice <3

I hope you have an amazing day and remember to stay hydrated and get sleep!

Hey !!!

First of all, I wanted to thank you for your request. I always take requests and your requests are really inspirational so I would like to ask not only from you but from all of my followers to send requests for any of the characters I have included in my masterlist because it really helps me by giving me ideas.

Thanks for reminding me to drink water, I just realized that I hardly drink a bottle of water per day...

Anyway, Enjoy!

Ps: It's not that much of a fluff but you'll see. If you want a part 2, just ask.

Fight for you

You paced around the room feeling more overwhelmed than ever before in your life.

Tears were running down your eyes as you sat back on your office chair.

You loved your mom, especially after the sudden death of your father when you were only 4 years-old, she was your only parent and really did care for you.

But her reaction with your relationship with the dean of evil was too much for you to bear.

You had been dating with Leonora for the past 3 years.

Yet, you, a good professor, only found the courage to tell your mother about it only two weeks ago with a letter.

Of course, you asked Leonora before for permission. It wasn't only your relationship you were going to reveal.

But Leonora, being your loyal and beloved companion for quite a time, supported you and encouraged you to do whatever you wanted.

You wrote the letter together.

You were seated on her lap in her office and you were discussing how you were to tell her to take it as lightly as possible.

You both thought, that after the merging of the schools, your mother wouldn't be too harsh on you.

If only you knew...

You sighed throwing the letter on your desk.

You were that anxious about her reply that you couldn't sleep at night.

Leonora was awaken up a couple of times due to your absence; she was always getting up to search for you in these occasions.

Most of the times she would find you in the living room, sitting on her armchair in front of the fireplace gazing at the flames dancing endlessly.

Other times she would find you on the couch reading a book with a tiny candle lighting the pages.

She found you once sat next to the window looking at the school grounds.

You sobbed hiding your face in your hands.

Your mother apparently believed that dating a never was disgracing not only yourself but the family name as well.

꧁☾︎❥︎☽︎꧂

Lady Lesso walked through the corridors of the school for good.

It was midnight and you still hadn't come to her chambers to sleep.

In the beginning, Leonora thought that you had gone to your quarters to get something ( maybe a dress ? Or an accessory ? Leonora had no idea. ).

But when she didn't find you inside, she made her way to your office.

The only place you would probably be at such late time.

Leonora finally reached your door.

The dean of evil didn't knock, instead she slipped inside the room silently.

Her jaw dropped the moment she saw you.

꧁☾︎❥︎☽︎꧂

You were sitting in front of the fireplace, eyes glued on the fire.

Your skin was paler than the moon itself, makeup ruined with little rivers of dried mascara running down your cheeks and a frown on your face.

Your hair was out of place, dancing down your shoulders, free from your usual, elegant bun and your feet were resting on the small coffee table in front of you; shoeless.

" Darling ? " She slowly approached you.

You abruptly turned to look at her.

It was the first time that Leonora got to see you so sad... so broken.

The never felt her heart ache at the sight of you at such a state.

She walked to you, discarded her cane on the way and kneeled in front of you.

" Love ? " She called again gently rubbing your arm.

You swallowed hard never breaking the eye contact, even if tears started reforming in your eyes and running down your face.

Leonora's eyes widened realizing that you were only getting worse instead of relaxing and telling her had had upset you so much... or who.

She immediately took you in her arms and stroke your back multiple times in an effort to calm you down.

Which it worked.

After a couple of minutes, you let yourself go in her embrace, closing your eyes and surrendering to the exhaustion following your reaction at the experience of such a horrible event.

Leonora who was practically sitting on your lap, pulled slightly away to take the piece of paper that she felt pressing against her during the hug.

As you were laying your head on her shoulder, silently asleep, Leonora read your mother's letter with the minimum light given to her by the flames in the fireplace.

Reaching the end of the page, Leonora was on the verge of tears herself.

How could someone write such hurtful, venomous things to you.

You.

An angel.

With two beautiful and big wings.

With a golden crown showing to everyone that you were the kindest of them all.

It was unbelievable.

Not only this, but also the fact that she was unable to murder your own mother due to this.

If only it was someone else...

Leonora sighed continuing reading the one insult after the other one toward you.

How could a mother call her child a slut and a prostitute ?

Leonora finished reading the letter and placed it on the coffee table, next to your feet.

She was going to stand next to you through this all.

She was to prove to your mother that what you two had was far more than a little infatuation.

She was going to fight for you, because you were hers.

Hers and only hers.

#charlize theron #lady leonora lesso #leonora lesso #lgbtq #lady lesso x reader #lady leonora lesso x reader #leonora lesso x reader #school for good and evil movie #the school of good and evil

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sylvanas-girlkisser · 6 months ago

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Please please please expand on this milf campaign I need to know more

YEAH!!!!!!!!

So backstory first: imagine a cross between a lovecraftian elder god, and one of those christian momfluencers who just WILL NOT STOP having children due to an unexamined breeding kink. That's Illucia Starsong the woman who ate the gods.

Anyways 2 bazillion years ago the world basically existed in her image, then 1 billion years ago her 7 daughters (each themed around an element) teamed up to kill her. But then they chickened out last minute and instead trapped her inside the vault of her castle, and placed said castle at the bottom of a frozen lake.

The daughters went their separate ways, with Althaya (whose domain is nature) being the only one who tried to keep them in contact. A big part of Althaya's self image was being a healer and caretaker, so after a century or two of more and more of her sisters going no contact, she got married to a demon summoning warrior king. Cause you know, she could fix him.

So when that didn't work out, and her sisters weren't around to emotionally support her after the breakup/help her trap her ex in eternal torment underneath the roots of a tree, she decided to enter her villain phase.

Fast forward to now: After spending ages ruling an evil empire from the shadows Althaya, now going by matron Sortrose, has decided that if not even having children is going to fix the sense of loneliness she feels inside, her only choice is getting mom out from under the ice. Everything was way better when mom was in charge anyways! They were a family, and everybody loved her and saw what a kind and generous person she is!

So the high concept of the campaign is: the party having to track down the other 6 of Illucia's daughters and help them work through their issues so they can stop Althaya from unleashing the biblically accurate milfpocalypse.

And of course, since all her daughters have been around for a while, they're now all milf-aged, but because there's an in-universe justification, they don't count against my milf quota!! Also since the sisters are all some flavor of dyke, it means I also get to give them milf-aged girlfriends/wives who also don't count against my quota!!! #milfmaxing

So here's the seven sisters and their respective element and flavor of milf:

Ammanhue (magic) - witch milf

Aglaroth (Earth) - army/dad milf

Althaya (nature) - evil queen milf

Asper (air) - fuckboy butch milf

Aunrak (water) - paladin butch milf

Allustriel (fire) - unfuckable scientist milf (she's aroace)

Armillah (ice) - auntie milf (yes she has packed the party lunch, more than once)

Also a few other key milves from the story

Vivian Trench - detective milf, who is also a litteral cougar lady

Rhiannon - travelling magic item seller, with the approximate vibe of a used car salesman

Mocauhqui and Delilah - a couple of revolutionaries, who after succeeding in overthrowing the colonizers are doing a GREAT job at handling their trauma.

And of course my personal favorite: Azzy (aka. Azganriel the angel of love)

So, since Illucia is such a great and normal mom, when she learned her beloved daughter Asper was battling depression and addiction, she was like "I know what will help: a girlfriend who will act as a second mom when I'm not around." So then she created an angelic being in her own image, with limited capacity for independent thought, and sent her off to be Asper's girlfriend/caretaker.

It worked out about as well as you can imagine, but in the process, Azzy gained self-awareness which she used to be a huge slut. Her and Asper are bros now, and instead she's dating Aunrak.

So you've got this literal angel, loose fitting white gown and all (and a pair of melons to concuss a dragon), who is dating the most paladin to ever paladin. But she's also an endless source of innuendos, and will take any excuse to get her tits out, which never fails to turn said paladin wife into a tomato.

#valk replies #this got really long and im not sorry #i was encouraged to talk about my blorbos so talk i will

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unadulteratedfandomtrash · 1 year ago

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Steve Rogers x Reader ~ April Fool’s Day [Shield Adventures]

A/N: I came up with this idea after April Fool’s Day, sadly, but I figured you guys won’t mind a belated fic! There will be more “Shield Adventures” stories to come in the future.

[My Marvel Masterlist]

Word Count: 1967

“Steve!!!”

Before the Quinjet’s ramp has a chance to lower all the way onto the landing pad, (Y/n) is running straight into the aircraft, making a beeline for her husband clad in red, white, and blue. The man in question has to brace himself and the young woman all but throws herself into his embrace.

“Hello to you too, (Y/n),” he chuckles softly. “As much as I’ve missed you, I am pretty sweaty right now. I wouldn’t exactly recommend hugging until I am out of the suit.”

(Y/n)’s head lifts away from the comfortable spot between the blond super soldier’s pectorals to flash a pout. She pulls away with hesitance, but Steve promises to make it up to her with cuddles on the couch, which immediately puts a smile on her face.

“Oh yeah,” (Y/n) suddenly exclaims, “Tony told me he needs your shield. He mentioned something about upgrades and polishing it.”

“”Right now? Can’t it wait until after I settle down and finish up my mission reports?”

“I can drop it off with him. I have to head over to his lab anyway. Tony’s been working on a new design for my uniform that’ll give me more maneuverability when I move my arms around. It’s pretty neat.”

While (Y/n) continues to ramble on about the new upgrades, Steve cannot help but zone out. Rather than focusing on the conversation, his attention is on (Y/n). Ever since the beginning of their relationship, Steve has admired her ability to grow excited over every little aspect of life. Something as simple as improved mobility in a tactical garment normally does not elicit too much excitement, but with (Y/n), it is as if Christmas came early.

“Steveee,” she whines, stomping her foot all the while. “Are you even listening to me?”

“Yes, yes. I heard you. You’re getting some awesome suit upgrades to let you flail around better on the field.”

His phrasing brings back her pout. With arms crossed in front of her chest, (Y/n) begins to explain in heavy detail about her telekinetic powers requiring calculated movements, not uncontrolled flailing.

“Don’t worry,” Sam butts with a smirk as he makes his way down the ramp. “Steve flails just as much whenever he uses the shield. You should’ve seen him today. His arms looked like those weird balloons at the car dealerships each time he threw that frisbee of his.”

The couple, scandalized by the former airman’s remark, send him a glare and threaten to assign the least-favorable task come the next mission.

“Anyway, I should get going.” Wrapping her arms around Steve, (Y/n) squeezes her husband once more in a tight embrace, only this time, her hands find their way to his shield as she pulls away from him. “I’ll see you tonight for those cuddles. Bye, Steve!!”

Steve finds himself shaking his head with amusement as he watches his beloved run off across the landing pad.

“Well…there’s no telling when I’m getting that back.”

“I got it!”

Grinning like the cat that got the cream, (Y/n) holds up the shield in triumph as she enters Tony’s lab. She nearly runs into DUM-E, but her quick reflexes, and the shield, save her just in time when the robot nearly hits her head with a fire extinguisher. Unfortunately, her safety comes at the cost of DUM-E’s mechanical arm, which is now bent and dented at a weird angle.

“I invite you to my lab, and here you are, breaking my stuff.”

“It’s fine! That’s what the shield is for,” she snickers, “And DUM-E has been broken since you made him. You have no one to blame but yourself for that one.”

“I’ll remember that the next time you come to me for a favor,” the man teases while holding up a large box. “Are you sure you wanna do this? Cap isn’t gonna be too happy in the morning.”

“He’ll be fine. You said the glue will come off with a bit of soap and water, so there’s nothing to worry about.”

Tony eyes her warily. Despite his excitement to prank Steve, he will suffer the consequences if the blond super soldier finds out who lended a helping hand with the prank. He knows for a fact that (Y/n) will be left off easy for simply being married to him. Tony, on the other hand, will not. He already had a shaky start at the relationship when they first met to save New York. While their relationship has been mended since then and he and Steve are both friends and coworkers, pranking him feels like a line that should never be crossed. Especially when it involves his shield. “You better not mention my name. Tony played no part in your shenanigans, you hear me?” “Yes, sir,” (Y/n) replies as her hand comes up in mock salute. “Now, hand over the gems and glitter.”

The sun has long since set beyond the horizon. Disregarding this, Steve elects to keep the lights off in the bedroom as he lays on top of the duvet, his eyes close to just rest as he waits for (Y/n) to return from whatever it is she has occupied herself with after having run off with his shield. Being a man of his word, Steve has stayed awake in order to fulfill his promise of cuddles, yet he has no clue where his wife could be. “Maybe I should call her,” he mutters to himself once he realizes midnight is nearly creeping up. Yet, right as he decides to turn to grab his phone from the nightstand, the familiar sound of the bedroom door creaking open has him freeze.

Despite being shrouded in partial darkness thanks to the cloudy night sky keeping the moonlight from shining through the windows, (Y/n) carefully sneaks across the master bedroom. She carefully tiptoes with her uniform in one hand and the leather shield bag in the other. There is a soft clunk as she sets down the bag in its designated corner by Steve’s nightstand; the super soldier has grown paranoid of potential break-ins or emergency missions, so he has gotten into the habit of keeping the weapon within arms reach.

“Ya’ know, if you were trying to be sneaky, you’d have to try harder.” Steve watches in amusement as his beloved jumps in the air like a spooked feline. A small chuckle escapes once he notices the sour look on her face.

“Steve, you scared me! Why aren’t you asleep?”

“Well, someone was feeling clingy earlier today, so I promised cuddles, remember?”

“Oh yeah!” Dropping the uniform to the floor in favor of physical affection, (Y/n) all but dives onto the bed, landing on top of her husband’s chest and successfully knocking the wind out of him. “Snuggle time!” Strong arms wrap around the smaller form sprawled across him. The cool spring breeze is nothing compared to the heat radiating from the super soldier’s body. The warmth has (Y/n) sighing in comfort, nuzzling her head against Steve’s pectorals with a hum of delight. “So, what kind of changes did Tony make?” “I dunno. Wasn’t paying attention.” “You weren’t paying attention to your partner in mischief?” “No,” she argues, “Sam is my partner in mischief. Tony just provides the money to fuel the chaos if he approves of it.”

“I knew you had looped Tony into your shenanigans.” “Shhh. It’s late. Go to bed, old man.” “You’re married to this old man,” Steve teases, pressing soft kisses along her neck.

“Yup. And grandpas like you need sleep,” (Y/n) states with finality, leaving the blond super soldier to chuckle even more when he peers down to see her eyes fluttering shut with exhaustion. “Good night.”

“Good night, (Y/n).”

“(Y/n)!!!” The woman in question freezes at the sound of her name being yelled from the other side of the compound. She woke up early to evade Steve, and to solidify her reason for disappearing, the young woman dragged Bucky and Sam to accompany her in an extensive training session.

“Ooooh, he sounds mad,” Sam remarks with a smirk. “What’d you do this time?”

“This time? Are you accusing me of always torturing my poor husband?” “Well,” Bucky joins in, “your ‘poor husband’ always uses that voice when he’s upset. I would know. He’s been doing that since the 40’s.”

Rather than answering, (Y/n) chooses to drag the two men in front of her to hide behind them right as the double doors slam open. The two veterans in the gym are unable to contain their laughter once they realize the reason for the blond super soldier’s anger. In his hands is a shield covered with red, white, and blue glitter with rhinestones covering the star in the center.

“Goin’ to a party or something, Cap?” Sam manages to wheeze out between choked breaths. “Star spangled man with a plan? More like a sparkly spangled man with a plan!”

Steve sends Sam an unamused glare. He does not need to look hard to find his wife, given that Sam is hunched over in an attempt to catch his breath from laughing too hard. Words are not needed as he glances back and forth between the bedazzled shield and (Y/n). “Hi, Steve.” “Are you going to explain yourself, (Y/n)?”

“Happy April Fool’s Day?”

Without speaking, Steve gestures for (Y/n) to make her way to his side. But instead of listening to his silent request, she chooses to simply peek out from behind Bucky’s metal arm. Her eyes stay trained on her husband, waiting for any sudden movements so that she can panic react accordingly.

“It was just a fun little prank, Steve. No need to get upset.” “Upset? (Y/n), my shield is covered in glitter and jewels. How am I supposed to get them all off in time for the next mission?” “But Tony said the gl-” A hand slaps itself over her mouth as soon as the woman realizes her mistake. Unfortunately for her, it is too late to take back what she had said. Steve heard her loud and clear; the blond super soldier sets down his newly-bedazzled shield by the entrance in favor of using both arms to cross them over his chest. Authority oozes from his stance as he raises an eyebrow, waiting for (Y/n) to speak up. “Tony said what exactly?” (Y/n) mumbles the answer meekly, but the only person who can hear her is the two men acting as human shields, and being the cheeky person he is, Bucky shoves her towards his best friend. A gasp can be heard at the sudden betrayal. “I’m not actually mad,” Steve admits softly when he realizes (Y/n) is actually worried. “I know you were just having a bit of fun. I know you well enough to know that if you were the mastermind behind a prank, there won’t be any permanent damage.” “Tony promised that the glue he bought should wash right off with soap, water, and a bit of scrubbing.” With a quick kiss pressed to (Y/n)’s forehead, Steve picks up his shield and turns around to leave.

“Thank you. But don’t think I’m gonna let you get away with this without some form of punishment. The next mission we have, you’re benched.” “What??” “Love you, sweetheart!” Steve exits the room just as quickly as he had initially entered it, stomping away with purpose as he enters the elevator and instructs FRIDAY to lead him to a certain genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist; as (Y/n), Bucky, and Sam resume their training, they choose to ignore the distant shouting from the floor above.

The End

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bizlybebo · 5 months ago

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May I hear Flick lore

/nf

HEHEHE MY LITTLE GUY,,,, a lot of it is. very handwavey but i do have a general story beat sort of thing figured out for him !!

basically he’s just. Some Random Kid. there’s no significance to that. he really is just some guy /gen. in the world i’ve built (name is a wip) poverty is common, and it’s also not rare for kids on the outskirts of the country to be orphans.

flick literally wandered the streets of a specific district like a rat (and had a lot of run-ins with an underground society of sorts that lives beneath the country) for most of his early life. he knew the stray cats individually and named them all and he knew his way around every alley and rooftop, which was what made him so hard to catch.

until one day, rosemary <33333 my beloved sees this little like. 7? year old just wandering the streets and is like hey. what the hell, goes to check it out, see if he’s doing alright, and after trying to confront him gently he manages to steal her watch.

it leads to this wild goose chase of sorts with flick remaining two steps ahead for soo long. like months on end. rosemary just wants to talk to this odd lil guy she sees on the streets by her shop and make sure he’s got a home and parents or something. flick just finds her entertaining + intentionally keeps her at arms length because of his inherent distrust in adults.

but anyways rose eventually coaxes him in and eventually basically adopts him !!! she calls him her protoge/mentee though.

rosemary’s an old shopkeeper lady, with her not-quite-wife jane (name subject to change cause i’m indecisive). they never really could afford to get married and their entire relationship is a kind of commentary on gay marriage/queer couples in general and having to hide. they’re “very good friends” in the eyes of historians, yknow.

ALSO JANE LITERALLY NAMED FLICK. HE HAD A PERSONALITY THAT RESEMBLED FIRE/SPARKS AND SO SHE NAMED HIM AFTER THE SOUND A LIGHTER MAKES.

ANYWAYS jane has magic. very few people have it in this world since it’s a bloodline thing and most of the people with magic have, unfortunately, been hunted for sport or forced into hiding. the abilities are kind of “watered down” over generations because of it. those with more earthly magic that pertains to the oceans, forests, etc. have been hunted for sport, whilst those with more “otherworldly” magic from a realm that was closed off long ago are often sought after for their different abilities: mainly healing and stuff to do with making deals/“lie detecting”.

all that to say that jane has the otherworldly magic, and spends her life in a sort of hiding because of that. when the government starts picking up on signs that she may have magic, she and rose go to the underground society mentioned earlier since it’s kind of a lawless land, and they’re hoping to find somebody they can bribe into changing her legal files to remove all suspicion from her.

in short, they can’t afford such a thing living in such a poor district. jane thinks the shop and flick are put in jeopardy by her situation, so she hands herself over to the authorities. having magic in this world can immediately grant a person a luxurious life in the upper districts, but it is one without freedom and you’re usually put in the servitude of certain influential figures. basically the government is VERY corrupt and exploits people with magic terribly, which is why it’s so common for people w magic to go into hiding.

ANYWAYS. that’s just flicks backstory really cause rose and jane are very important parts of who he is today. HE HAS A LOSER NERD BEST FRIEND NAMED APHID !!! aphid is not aphid’s. birth-given name nor his legal name, it’s a whole Thing since aphid is in hiding, but not for magic reasons. but they have their odd lil names together and they’re so codependent <33 if i kept taking this answer would be obscenely long

#vixen rambles #vixen answers #oc flick #oc rosemary #oc jane

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telleroftime · 1 year ago

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This is me projecting but...

Yknow how lightning storms can happen with volcanic activity? Well, imagine a reader who's terrified of storms, just the clap of thunder makes them slip into panic, it paralyzes them, living in the castle when one of the Koopa Kingdom's regular storms hit.

Just how would Bowser react to that?

This was perfect timing because I actually started answering this during a thunderstorm where there was lightning every other second (not at all what I'm used to). Probably would have gotten this out sooner if I wasn't writing on data at the time.

Anyways! Angst my beloved -

Bowser isn't one to fear things. He never has been. He's always the source of the fear. From scaring people just to get his way, to moments when fear was truthfully not his intention, he knows he's frightening. It's why he was so enamoured by you. You were never really afraid of him. Sure, you had flinched away occasionally, but anyone startled would do so. You weren't afraid of him.

You were also not afraid of his kingdom and you voiced just that. The Koopa Kingdom? Beautiful? Bowser was certain he misheard you when you said it the first time. And the second time. But you meant every word you said and that had his tail wagging for days.

Naturally, you were cautious around fire. Even more so around the lava rivers that replaced where water would normally flow. However, you adapted to his kingdom. You adapted to the Darklands. It was like a second home to you and it made a warmth spread within Bowser's chest every time he thought of it.

So, when a thunderstorm rolls in, something that Bowser is very used to with how 'hostile' of an environment his land offers, he doesn't so much as bat an eye.

You, on the other hand, are handling it so much worse.

You had been planning on getting some work done when the sky turned dark a lot sooner than what you knew of the day-night cycle. It wasn't supposed to be night for a couple of hours still, and yet you were forced to turn on the magic lamps just to see what was in the room. This was certainly new, and checking your watch made no light of what was going on.

You only realised what was happing a moment too late when the sudden pitter-patter of afternoon rain turned to a downpour. It was a sudden whiplash, and the flash of light coming in from the window did little for your already rushing mind.

The thunder that hit next was all too deafening.

It hadn't taken long for your hands to start trembling and your blood ran cold long before the following flashes. The adrenaline followed quick and it set thick within your veins as you rushed out and away from the study.

You had no goal, walking aimlessly through the castle. Your eyes were watery, your vision hazy. Each crash of thunder felt all the more amplified by the wide hallways and corridors.

You never fully register the castle staff looking at you in worry, a few rushing to fetch the king, the rest getting out of your way.

When Bowser does find you he's all but panting. He was told that something was wrong with you and he dropped everything to rush in search of you. You have this twisted sort of smile you're putting up for him - the forced sort to try and ease his worry and achieving the opposite.

You see him talk but you don't quite hear anything. If you had it your way you would force your eyes shut and forget about the storm raging outside. Everything you've seen of thunderstorms - every warning about them in swirling in your mind like the rain pouring outside.

It only takes you flinching at the sound of thunder to let Bowser know what the issue is.

He's not the best at comforting people. He knows that. You know that. He's also never seen you like this. He knows the expression from other people - that fear-stained look that will definitely haunt him in the future. He doesn't know what to do.

Though it's not like he needs to know when you walk up to him and into his embrace. He can feel you quaking against his chest. He can feel your hands shake against his scales.

He would have long since barked orders at the staff staring at you if he wasn't for the fact he wasn't sure whether his booming voice would make it better or worse.

You barely register him picking you up and pulling you into him. You feel his hand cup the side of your face, pulling you that little bit closer. That's when the next snap of thunder is muffled. It's quieter. Between hearing Bowser's heartbeat with one ear against his chest, the other pressed to his hand, and your own shaky breaths, the sound of the storm is quieter.

If only by a little bit.

Bowser gives you time to cry. He hates to see you like this. If he could, he would have ordered the storm to be locked up in the dungeons. Of course, he's smarter than that.

It doesn't stop him from grumbling at it.

He's never hated the thunderstorms as much as he does now.

When you do eventually calm down, almost parallel to the storm's own quieting, Bowser will make sure you have fully calmed down.

Naturally, he wouldn't trust your own judgement. If you say that you are okay he will not believe it. He will not allow you out of his sight until a day after the storm. He'd nuzzle into you, huff and puff to get your expression to lighten. Anything to hear you laugh and that much more to ease the marks of worry from your face.

He'd disregard his duties if he had to, and he'd spend hours simply covering your ears and sheltering you from the thunderstorm.

Bonus headacanon:

I feel like Bowser wouldn't be that good at comforting, but he's be exceptional at distracting. He'd take you to the deepest part of the castle where the noise of thunder barely reaches and sit you there. He'd drag his piano if he had to. He'd sing for you. He'd play for you. He'd do anything to keep your mind from the storm.

And a final little tidbit because I love science and this counts as science:

Lightning near volcanoes tends to happen exclusively during eruptions, at least that's the most common form of it. With the Darklands being covered and - well - dark, I like to interpret that as pillars of eruption clouds layered over the sky. With the geography being how it is, lava rivers constantly in a molten state, I don't doubt the Koopa Kingdom experiences multiple eruptions a day. I love interpreting the thunderstorms coming from a collection of volcanoes errupting, sending waves of static-filled clouds in the form of potent thunderstorms.

(Also, fantasy aside, a fun fact about eruptions is that right before they happen - as volcanoes release moisture and ash into the air - there's a chance of mud rain which I love to assume is the Koopa Kingdom's version of hail. Well, that's not to say they wouldn't experience hailstorms, because they would. Those happen too.)

Apologies for the very messy answer to the ask. I know full well I changed tenses a few times within this post. I'm too tired to edit this at the moment and I don't want to reread it. I will later, maybe.

#bowser headcanons #bowser x reader #bowser #super mario #toonce responses #redaskeded

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sollucets · 1 year ago

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trick or treat 🥰

helo petri 🥰🥹

for a fic writers halloween ask game

i know you aren't following of so even though this post will be about sandray i tried to make it mostly about. plants. also >< ! hopefully that's alright. love you anyway x

i got a really sweet comment this morning on my most recent of fic flower that talked about me referencing the plants in sand's bathroom & how exactly they get light. i wrote in flower that this hallway faces a window & they leave the door open when the room isn't in use + i also have a little headcanon about sand handmaking grow lamps out of cans

but that's not the point of the post! the point of the post is me going on about a metaphor i did again. so... in signal fire, ray and sand have this conversation (slightly redacted for length):

“But I could never keep plants alive. I’m not responsible enough, you know?”

Sand scoffs lightly, propping his chin up on his hand. “Everyone says that, don’t you start." ... “That window’s massive. You must get tons of light in here... I could show you plenty of things that even you couldn’t kill. You could try an aloe?”

He sounds adorably earnest about it. He’d sounded like that talking about his favorite bands, too, but there’s something so incongruously cute about imagining grumpy rocker Sand dutifully watering all the plants Ray now faintly recalls from his minutes in Sand’s apartment. He thinks of a softer Sand, carefully planting a tiny shoot with his pretty fingers, and smiles. “Maybe,” he says. “For you.”

and then, later, ray looks up an aloe plant & starts plotting

there are several things going on in this plant motif. they are, first: sand has plants in his bathroom (as well as in the well-lit main room but the bathroom ones stick out because bathrooms are an important sandray place) which is a place that doesn't really get light on its own. ray (the sun, light) comes into the bathroom, into his life -- but ray (who has a room with giant bright windows) is unsure of his ability to care for things or grow things

aloe is a succulent thats pretty easy on the scale of things (i have successfully not murdered aloe before) & you dont need to water it So often. it's something you like set an alarm to do every couple weeks, kind of thing. and you can use it topically on ur skin and is a common burn remedy, and so...... the other motif of smokescreen / signal fire (flames and sparks and smoke and whatnot) comes in

anyway. i'm not like the most.... indepth about theme and metaphor and motif always but sandray seems to really bring it out of me?? and i'm thinking about ray trying to grow a succulent always these days

anyway the guidelines were loose so i wrote a million paragraphs about something you dont care about ! sorry !!!! thank u for sending an ask beloved friend

#rowan asks #ask games #long post #dvd commentary #i do have a fic commentary tag everyone remember ?? remember

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ninbinary · 2 years ago

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Scooby Doo to Hobgoblins cast mapping

Hi Mike everyone, I knew that you would want me to figure out a mapping between the 5-person ensemble cast of characters of the beloved cartoon Scooby Doo, Where Are You? and the abominable b-movie made famous by MST3k, Hobgoblins. Good! ...cuz I went ahead and did it anyway:

First a bullet-point summary, and then some in-depth analysis (where how confident I am about each mapping being given a rank out of 17 stars):

Shaggy = Kevin

Velma = Amy

Scooby = Kyle

Fred = Nick

Daphne = Daphne

Analysis:

(I will be abbreviating “Scooby Doo” as SD and “Hobgoblins” as HG)

Shaggy = Kevin: mapping confidence: 9.5 out of 17. I mapped Shaggy to Kevin primarily because Kevin is the protagonist of Hobgoblins and it’s hard for me to see anyone as the protagonist of SD other than Shaggy or Scooby, and easier to err on the side of mapping the human protagonist. Also because while Fred is ostensibly the leader and most proactive male character in SD (though I would suggest not the protagonist), and Nick is the most proactive or capable male character in HG... but both Fred and Nick’s dating partners kind of lock them down to the mapping set I am describing here.

Velma = Amy: mapping confidence: 14 out of 17. Both casts have two women, one fashion-forward, one demure. While SD’s Velma is a brainy nerd and HG’s Amy is a virginal naïf, they’re still better mappings than SD’s Daphne and HG’s Daphne. Also they both have (relatively) short brown hair! Also also, if Shaggy = Kevin, SD’s Velma and Shaggy were occasionally paired up together as if they were dating, which fits with the Amy and Kevin couple from HG.

Scooby = Kyle: mapping confidence: 12.7 out of 17. HG’s Kyle is not in a relationship with any of the other cast members, which is the easiest rationale for him to be mapped to SD’s canine crime-fighter. Also HG’s Kevin and Kyle are an awesomely alliterative dorky duo that respond to problems by getting in to all manner of comedic hijinks -- which makes them linguistically and actively similar to SD’s Shaggy and Scooby. Kyle’s distinctive red shorts might map to Scooby’s blueish dog collar; but I only added this tentative link because maybe if I added that detail I would forget to mention that Kyle’s taste in phone pornography tends towards beastility -- dagnabbit, I mentioned it anyway >:P

Fred = Nick: mapping confidence: 15 out of 17. SD’s Fred is the planner, trap-maker, muscle, and (often) the van-driver of the group. HG’s Nick spins rakes, throws fire grenades that are about as dangerous as a water balloon or a really hot fajita plate, shows off his biceps, and is the van-owner and driver of the group. Also sometimes their names are similarly deminutived to, “Freddy” and “Nicky”. Also they are both dating someone named...

Daphne = Daphne: mapping confidence: 18 out of 17. They are both named “Daphne”, dating the most dynamic male of the group, dress in a way that the show’s designers coded as ‘fashionable’, and have long hair (sometimes with headband-type things in it). Also did I mention they are both named ‘Daphne’, cuz I feel like I can’t overemphasize that, and it’s part of what makes the Fred / Nick connection kind of inevitable.

In conclusion

If you map characters from one tv show or movie to another tv show or movie, like... be sure to treat them with, yknow, respect.

Now, thank you for coming to my FRED talk. (heh heh hehh).

#scooby doo #hobgoblins #MST3K #shaggy #velma #scooby #fred #daphne #kevin #amy #kyle #nick #daphne again #chortle #scoobydoo #mystery science theater 3000 #for my next trick see me map Vincent Price from The Thirteen Ghosts of Scooby Doo to Dennis the Security Guard

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bigfootsmom · 2 years ago

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ooooo “ropes” or “smells like teen spirit” for the wip game 👀

okay these are two VERY different fics lmao. Ropes is a good ol' fashioned pwp with Eddie tying Buck up and worshipping his body:

Smooth, pale skin is illuminated by the soft afternoon light, making Buck look like he’s glowing. Eddie’s own personal angel carved from the purest of marble. He’s here, kneeling next to Eddie’s bed, awaiting his next command.

Eddie hadn’t told Buck to strip, but he has anyways — miles of skin on display, making Eddie’s mouth water, yearning to lay sucking kisses all over it. He wants to mark Buck up, paint loving bruises all across his ivory skin like it’s his canvas.

Quietly, Eddie crosses to the nightstand and places the plate along with the water bottles down on it. He’s unwilling to break the pretty picture in front of him.

Shifting on his knees, Buck casts his gaze up to Eddie, catching his eyes with his own. Eddie feels seen right through to his soul, completely entranced by the burning blue in front of him, alight with a fire that can only be quenched by the man in front of him. Buck’s stare sinks a hook in right behind Eddie’s navel and drags him forward.

There’s still smudges of soot on Buck’s face from their shift and the smell of smoke wafts into the air as Eddie cards his fingers through dirty curls.

“Such a good boy for me, baby,” Eddie croons, continuing to pet Buck’s curls.

Smells like teen spirit is my beloved teen buddie meets in high school au that is this vast universe in my head and i have no idea if i'll ever be able to put it into words :( but it's teen runaway buck gets adopted by bathena and meets mad at the world eddie who's living with abuela because el paso is slowly killing him:

It’s been a little over a month since Eddie moved to LA, and he still feels like he’s finding his footing. A part of him wonders if he’ll ever find it. Despite how much Abuela has been reassuring him that he’ll find his stride, that LA will be good for him — Eddie has his doubts. But he’s still trying. Eddie isn’t really sure he knows how not to try. Especially not when Abuela looks at him with such warmth in her eyes, such hope that Eddie will figure it out.

So that’s what he’s doing. Figuring it out. At a house party.

Wrinkling his nose, Eddie shifts his feet over the floorboards, feeling the way the soles of his boots stick to whatever mystery substance has been spilled all over the ground. He’s starting to regret coming. Well, he regretted saying yes almost immediately after his coworker had invited him, but he doesn’t know anyone yet and a party feels like a good place to meet people.

Eddie is starting to question his logic. With bored eyes, he watches as another tipsy couple stumbles past him, lips locked together, not even pausing as they nearly knock his drink from his hand.

#mwah mwah thank you for the ask!!#sorry it's a long answer lol #wip game #ask game #molly got mail #molly writes #eddie diaz #evan buckley #buddie #911 fic #911 fox #devirnis

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minisculecosmos · 3 years ago

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It’s never just wind, sunshine- sometimes it’s the lessons we learned along the way

A close meta analysis of episode 6 of KinnPorsche, as compared to nature, its symbols, and what it means for the future of the show.

We all know KinnPorsche the Series is far from your regular BL. No hate on any other shows, we all adore them I’m sure, but the effort put into the cinematography, staging, editing, symbolism, and more, has made this story one of actual substance, for people like us crazy meta people on tumblr to meta-post about.

I read this book back in my AP Literature class in high school, which at the time I vehemently disliked. However, I will be using a couple facets of the book to analyze episode 6 of KinnPorsche, namely– “It’s More Than Just Rain or Snow”, and a couple other chapters I, with many groans of my senior year self, would be yelling at me now for using in an affirmative matter. Sorry, me. But with an episode entirely in the wild, I have to talk about common nature symbols, and what they mean in the context of the show.

First off, I realize not everything is intentional and that some of this is just correlation. But that’s the joy of analysis– pointing out what the creators don’t realize they’re saying. And in that, finding meaning between the lines– or rather, scenes.

So the guards are looking for the wayward couple. Enter stage right, we see our darling main couple, emotions flared high, stuck together, and so far? Hating it.

Whether it was simply due to the time of filming or on purpose, the environment around these two matches their emotions perfectly. Their emotions are turbulent. These two were forced together after a week of lack of real communication, on completely uneven footing. Any former balance of power they had no longer matters here– it is the wild, after all. The wind blowing powerfully through the trees is a representation of literal turbulence, their resentment and undiscussed feelings for each other gone unmentioned given a literal image. I thought it was quite fitting.

So they’re fighting, and eventually bam, they fall into water. An oasis, a source of renewal in the middle of their anger. Not that it’s not undeserved– I got so much joy from seeing Porsche finally get to rant to Kinn. He got to finally be mad. He needed that, absolutely. He, and the audience as an extension of Porsche, needed that catharsis, relief after an act of stress and so little relief. This episode is catharsis.

Still, they fall into the water. And instead of more yelling, they emerge from their little fall with smiles, in an embrace. It’s after they fall in that we see them hold hands for the first time this episode.

Pulling another chapter title from the book here– “If She Comes Up, It’s Baptism”. The water they literally fall into is a mini baptism, a little breath of life into these two. They go in furious and upset, and come out restored and joyful. Yes, the water is something they desperately needed anyway from a purely physical standpoint, but looking at the scene from this viewpoint almost gives it a feeling of holiness. And it’s deserved, after their pain, separation and consequent reunion. They’re starting to go under, but this time, together.

Of course, their struggles are far from over. They’re fighting an uphill battle, getting better yet there’s still a giant chasm between them that demands to be crossed, but it’ll take effort to get there. And all this is set against a landscape of literal dust and heat, another embodiment of the characters’ own feelings and thoughts.

Night falls. Things are put back into the dark, Porsche and Kinn are not yet together as they fall asleep for the first time.

But the interrupting factor here? There’s a fire. A fire that symbolizes life, light, a lamp for them to be guided by. And it’s no random fire; they started the fire together. It’s no coincidence that with this fire, they wake up together, co-reliant, but content.

Then comes our beloved waterfall scene. The water is cold, unrelenting, powerful– and what happens while they’re standing against the current of the waterfall, the summation of all the forces against them? They kiss.

Yes, it’s brief, but the attraction is there. Look at how Kinn places his hand on Porsche’s neck not once, but twice. Yes, Kinn pulled away, but they kissed, and it was consensual, a choice, and it means oh-so-much.

It’s a second little baptism, further reuniting these two. The first, they walked away holding hands. The second, they share their first sober kiss. And instead of this happening in a small pond, a calm puddle, their first oasis– it happens in a storm of water, frigid, unpleasant, but for the first time they choose each other. They choose to fight against whatever may come their way, together.

It’s a leap of faith for these two. A freefall, if you will. Oh– what’s that? They do free fall in this episode? Hang on, I gotta write about this.

“Now I’m ready to freefall” is a lyric that I’m sure is familiar to all of us. And I honestly believe it’s meant to represent this scene. Pulled together, hand in unlovable hand, they try to escape. Having heard the first sounds of what sounds like help, they try to run toward safety, yet away from freedom. And they fall, into what could literally be described as, between a rock and a hard place, but they do it together.

Here, they face the heart-wrenching rock paper scissors issue. All humor and idiocy aside, this scene matters so much. It shows sacrifice from Porsche, something that has been built up since episode 1– a willingness to bend to Kinn. In a move the Porsche of episode 2 would never forgive himself for, Porsche volunteers to cut off his own hand in an immense display of humility, sacrifice, and most importantly, love.

Their rock and hard place is this final decision, and this great forgiveness, an acknowledgment of their mistakes, and the willingness to move forward. They resolve this issue, and the handcuffs are unlocked. They are freed from the terrible bond symbolized by the handcuffs that held them together for the last few days, an imprisonment no longer true to them. They are freed. Instead, they are now bound by real, emotional, and true ties that will carry them out of the cave, out of the dark night into their new day.

Or so we all wished.

Night falls once more, this time noticeably lacking any fire. There is no light, no life. This scene is designed to look sad, and it did its job. The shot is dark, bleak, there are sharp edges everywhere, even the scenery is unforgiving, a representation of their inescapable circumstance. The night here does not represent renewal, not in any good sense.

Night now represents death, a conclusion, old age, a final season. To Kinn, that night was the end for him. In telling Porsche to leave, giving him a way out no matter the cost to himself. Making this decision broke him. It killed Kinn more than any bullet would– because to Kinn, Porsche was his ticket out, and in sacrificing his ability to be with Porsche, he thought he was surrendering any right he had left to any romantic love in the future. When Porsche left, both before and after the kiss, Kinn was likely thinking that he would be single forever; alone, hardened, jaded, and without his Porsche.

It’s why when the bullet comes for Kinn, he is so ready to sacrifice himself for Porsche. I don’t think the move was so much love oriented, to protect his current lover, because while the two are now somewhat at that stage, Kinn here is only thinking of all that Porsche is. Porsche, who still has a chance at being good, that Kinn believes he could never have or be, ever. Kinn goes down, still protecting Porsche with his body, having surrendered to the other, just as the other had surrendered to him.

This episode embodies the spirit of any classical writing, in my opinion. There’s lessons here, symbolism, and it marks the end of the first true arc in KinnPorsche.

I think after this, we’ll see Porsche having truly accepted his role as bodyguard, and his standing with Kinn officially altered. Yes, there will be resentment because he too sacrificed his freedom, with choosing Kinn in the end, but he knows more now. Yes, it won’t be sunshine and daisies from here on out; they aren’t perfect yet. There’s still so much they have to learn and understand about each other before they can be the best mafia murder husbands. But still– they agreed on no more doubts. Not between them, anymore.

I have this feeling it’ll come later in the series, but analytically, that trailer scene of Porsche meditating underwater (i.e. becoming the baddest-ass bodyguard out there), would fit so poetically perfectly in episode seven. But I guess we’ll see.

Anyway...

If you got this far, thank you so much for reading. I hope we can all feel just that much more emotionally deranged after this episode. For all the hurt and pain it gave us, it’s also incredibly comforting to watch play out.

While we wait for next week, please check out some similar posts from my dearest IMM friends:

Check out @LuckyDragon10 Nemi’s Lines of Power Series, and some KP fanfic. Or @antique-forvalaka with wonderful Color Theory Posts, and a fic here and various memes to keep us all entertained. @moerusai, our resident gif extraordinaire, and @fractured-ice, also with some incredible fic. Of course, shoutout to the other best mutuals ever, @chaoselmo with incredible costume analysis, and @biochemjess.

Check out my blog @minisculecosmos for more posts like this: A Bit on Pete, and When Things Blur, and my own fic self-promo, of course.

Until the next.

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#kinnporsche #my IMM mates #mini's meta #sorry this is a literal monster of a post #I had a lot to say okay #really putting those ap english scores of 5 to use here #pulling all the chops #no symbol left behind #kinnporsche meta #kinnporsche la forte #kinnporsche episode 6

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fishfingersandjellybabies · 3 years ago

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Silent In the Trees, Standing Cowardly - fic

Characters: Dick Grayson, Damian Wayne, Jon Kent Pairing: jondami Summary: Damian disappears after almost killing Jon in a toxin-induced stupor. Because of course he does. Anyone who thought he wouldn’t is dumb, in Dick’s honest opinion. A/N: A commission longggggg overdue for @northoftheroad! Jon and Damian are in early-ish twenties, and the time skip could or could not have happened, up to the reader! And to be a bully, Jon later forces Damian to always be holding his hand. This shit ain’t happening again. He also makes Damian sleep with him in his one-person medical cot, he doesn’t give a fuck what either of their parents or Alfred says. Title is from ‘Trees’ by Twenty One Pilots. Hope you enjoy friend! Thank you for the commish!

Dick whistled cheerfully as he walked into the woods. He hoisted his bag further onto his shoulder and kept his eyes perfectly level on the path in front of him.

He could feel his phone going off in his pocket, and couldn’t help but roll his eyes. It’s like they didn’t even know him. After all, it was pretty obvious to him that this is what he would do. Pretty obvious to Jon, too.

But no one knew him like the two of them, he supposed. And one of them was currently incapacitated.

He walked for another ten minutes or so, then stopped in the middle of a clearing. He listened for a moment, then nodded to himself and sat down, pulling his bag into his lap.

He changed his whistle to a hum as he unloaded his bag in front of him – a small picnic. A few sandwiches, some fruit, and a couple drinks.

“Do you want water or something with more flavor?” Dick called, not looking up. “I convinced Alfred to give me a couple sodas.”

The trees rustled around him in the breeze.

“…I’ll save you hydration, but I’m starving.” Dick said jovially. “So don’t expect me to save you anything until you’re done your pouting.”

There was a scoff, then, followed by the thump of something landing to his left. Dick smirked as he glanced over and watched Damian stomp towards him.

“I’m not pouting.” Damian declared. Dick looked at him incredulously, eyeing the rough-looking travel clothes, heavy boots and duffle bag strapped to Damian’s back. Damian crossed his arms, almost looking embarrassed. “I’m not.”

“Sure you’re not.” Dick drawled, patting the dirt in front of him. “Running away into the wilderness without any form of communication or plan is a totally reasonable reaction.”

Damian’s face shifted as he clenched his teeth. “You don’t understand.”

“Oh no?” Dick asked as Damian walked towards him and sat down. He sat a little further away than Dick would have liked but hey – beggars can’t be choosers. “Try me.”

Damian just stared down at the meal Dick was laying between them.

“I mean it.” Dick reminded. “Try me. Tell me what and why I wouldn’t understand.”

“…I almost killed him.” Damian whispered after another pause, looking to the side. “I can’t come back from that.”

“Yes, you can.” Dick tried nonchalantly. “Because it wasn’t you.”

“The blade was in my hand, Richard, you can’t deny that.” Damian snapped. “It was my knife. My Kryptonite knife. From my utility belt.”

“But it wasn’t your mind.” Dick pushed. “It wasn’t your choice. The toxin-”

“I should have been stronger than that.” Damian yelled, fire in his eyes as he looked back at his brother. “For my beloved– For Jon, I–” He was suddenly on his feet, pacing across the field. “It should have been easy. All my training? All my experience? All the toxins and poisons I’ve been inoculated against?” He shook his head, balled his hands into fists. “I’m a failure. I…I need to go and-”

“Go and what?” Dick cut off in immediate annoyance. “Disappear into thin air and make us all suffer?”

“No one would suffer. You’d all be better off, Jon especially, I’ve been saying that for years.” Damian countered just as hotly. “But that’s not what I was even going to say anyway.” He slowed to a stop a few feet away, face turned towards the sky. “…How is he doing?”

“Ask him yourself. I’m not here as a messenger.” Dick barked, pulling a sandwich out of his bag. Damian didn’t respond, waiting. “…He’s not well, Dames.”

Damian hung his head.

“…Because all he wants to do is come out here and find you. He won’t let himself heal.” Dick sighed, feeling that phone buzzing in his pocket again. He wondered who it was now – Clark? Bruce? Lois? Did Jon steal someone’s phone again? “We…Clark had to tie him down with Kryptonite-laced rope because he kept leaving the medical ward to try and look for you.”

“He shouldn’t want to.” Damian mumbled. “…He’s an idiot.”

“Well if he is, so am I. You and I both know he’s only trying to find you because he loves you. He still loves you. He will always love you. It just so happens I’m better at finding you than…well, everyone.” Dick took a bite of the sandwich, tilting his head thoughtfully as he chewed. “And you know what? I’ll give you blame for this one. I’ll agree with you that this is your fault.” He swallowed his bite. “You want to know why Jon is so desperate to find you?”

“Because I stabbed him in the chest with a Kryptonite dagger using a lethal League technique-”

“Because you masked your heartbeat.” Dick accused. “You took one of those stupid pills that Bruce created and I will always hate him for. You blocked your heartbeat from being heard, and Jon thinks you’re dead, despite what we all tell him.”

Damian glanced coolly over his shoulder. “I should be.”

In an instant, Dick had one of the unopened water bottles in his hand, throwing it at Damian’s back with all his might. Damian stumbled when it hit the top of his spine, and he spun around to face his brother in offense.

“Don’t you fucking say that again.” Dick growled. “Now get over here and eat something.”

Despite the anger rolling off both of them, Damian acquiesced, walking back to his spot and sitting down, accepting the food and drink Dick tossed him. Damian nibbled awkwardly at the food, glancing at his brother every few seconds, almost wary.

“…Would you think better of me if I told you I took the heartbeat-masking pills because I was scared?”

Dick genuinely thought about it. “Maybe. If you say it’s because you were scared you were going to somehow purposefully hurt Jon, then no-”

“I’m afraid of Superman.” Damian said flatly. “If Clark Kent finds me, he’ll kill me for what I did to his son. And he should – he has every right. I just…” Damian sighed. “I don’t want to be killed by Superman.”

Dick found himself smiling, despite what he felt. Damian could be so heartbreakingly cute sometimes.

“God, Damian.” He said instead, with a disbelieving laugh. “You are a genius. One of the smartest people I know. And you’re still so damn stupid.”

Damian raised his steely gaze in warning.

“Clark isn’t going to kill you. Neither is Lois. Again, they understand it wasn’t you.” Dick held up his hand to stop Damian before he started. “Yes, it was your hand, but it wasn’t your mind. You were affected by a fear toxin-adrenaline mix. You didn’t know it was Jon. And honestly, we all agree – even Jon himself – that he approached you wrong, given the situation. He shouldn’t have come up behind you, knowing there was the gas in the area.” But Dick seemed to wave that off. “They know as well as the rest of us you would never willingly do anything to hurt Jon – or any of the Kents for that matter. Frankly, you seem to be the only one fighting that objective fact, for some reason.”

“Because I did, Grayson, I did hurt him-”

“Not on purpose.” Dick reiterated loudly. He felt another buzz in his pocket, and decided to use it as an example. “And you know what, Damian? You’re probably hurting him worse right now by running away. And this – this is on purpose.”

Damian’s hands balled into fists again. “You don’t understand-”

“Do you know how many times Clark has called me since I came out here to find you?” Dick cut off. “I left the med bay two hours ago. You know how many calls and texts I have since then?” He tossed the phone to Damian, who fumbled it slightly. “And do you know how many are plotting your death?”

Damian scowled, but seemed to skim through the messages anyway. His shoulders seemed to relax with every scroll, and Dick already knew what messages he was reading, had already committed the general theme of them to heart.

Clark: any sign yet?

Clark: lois has a first aid kit ready if he needs. just send coordinates when you find him.

Lois: is damian allergic to any topicals?

B: Why did you turn your GPS off? I told you I wanted to help you search.

Clark: thought i got a hint of his heartbeat? did you find him?

Alfie: Please inform me when you have retrieved young master and are on your way home. I will start preparations for his favorite dish.

Lois: anything yet? Just give me the word, I can get the planet helicopter in the air no problem

Clark: bruce said you aren’t answering him either, so that probably means you found him. is he ok? does he need help? can be there in 5 sec

“…They all love you, Dames. And are worried sick.” Dick said softly. Damian’s lips twisted in thought, and Dick knew that to be a sign that Damian was giving in, that he’d be able to scoop his not-so-little brother up and take him home, where he needed to be.

But suddenly Dick heard his phone buzz in Damian’s hand, and Damian instantly stiffened.

“What?” Dick asked immediately. “What’s wrong?”

Damian only silently turned the phone around for him to read.

Jonno: I heard his heartbeat. I know you found him. I’m coming.

And even as he read that, another message popped in immediately.

Clark: Jon’s gone. Bruce suspects he was waiting for us to be distracted to follow you

Dick’s eyes widened, and as he glanced up to meet Damian’s gaze, Damian was already scrambling to his feet.

“Now, wait a second, Damian.” Dick jumped up too, lunging forward to grab Damian’s wrist. “Just calm down, okay? I told you, he’s been worried sick-”

“What if I hurt him?” Damian asked, almost involuntarily, it seemed. “I-I can’t, Richard, I can’t hurt him again. I won’t. I won’t, I-”

“You’re damn right you won’t. I know.” Dick squeezed Damian’s wrist, relieved that Damian wasn’t actually pulling against him that hard. “We all know. And Jon knows too, that’s why he’s coming.”

Damian looked at him, looking so guilty and sad, and whispered, “But what if I do?”

Dick smiled, but before he could answer, there was the sound of a crash in the nearby trees, followed by a harsh wave of wind and dust. Damian gave another pull of his wrist, tried to step back once more, but it was half-hearted and weak.

His voice wasn’t, though.

“Why?” He demanded softly. “Grayson, why wouldn’t you just let me go?”

“Because I promised myself a long time ago, after the Heretic, that I never would again. No matter what.” Dick said simply. “And I meant it.”

Dick could see Damian’s scowl through the haze of the dust, and if he was going to retort and spout off some incorrect opinions, he didn’t get the chance.

Branches snapped underfoot nearby. A wheezing breath. The creaking of a tree trunk being leaned against.

“…Damian?”

Damian twitched in Dick’s hold as a shadow appeared in the haze.

“I have him.” Dick confirmed loudly. “He’s here.”

The shadow perked, then. Became more clear as the dirt settled. Jon looked pale, paler than normal, and had his hand clutching against a large bandage across his chest. He was shirtless and in sweatpants, looking as hazard as his voice had sounded.

Tears were already brimming in his eyes.

“Beloved.” Damian sighed sadly. “Oh, Jon…”

And that was all it took for Jon to find his strength. He pushed off the tree he had slumped against and was across the field in a literal blink.

“Jonathan-” Was all Damian got out before Jon engulfed him in his arms. Held the back of his head with one hand and squeezed Damian with all his might with the other.

And it was sad, how not-at-all-strong that was.

“You’re here.” Jon blubbered. “I found you. We found you. Dick found you.”

“Jon-”

“No. Shut up. Just shut up.” Jon cried. “I don’t want to hear it. Whatever you’re going to say is wrong and stupid and I don’t care what you think or want to do.” He wavered slightly now, his knees shaking. Damian instantly reached out to stabilize him. To hold him. “I’m taking you home. You’re coming home with me and you’re going to stay with me.”

Jon crumbled a little bit more. Even Dick stepped forward to put an arm behind him.

“You don’t need to apologize.” Jon whispered as he hid his face against Damian’s throat. “You shouldn’t feel guilty. It wasn’t your fault. And even if it was, I forgive you. I forgive you and I love you and I just.” Jon whimpered – whimpered – and dug his nails into Damian’s back. “Please come home.”

Damian could only glance at Dick, who had a sad smile.

“I told you, Damian.” Dick offered with a shrug. “He’s not well.”

Damian nodded and closed his eyes, leaning his head against Jon’s. But after a moment, he pulled back and forced Jon to lift his head with a hand on his jaw.

“If I come home, will you allow yourself to heal?” Damian asked.

Jon nodded vigorously, a tear slipping down his cheek. “But only if you’re the one taking care of me.”

Damian stared up at him, quickly brushing away the tear. “…You’re a terrible bargainer.”

“I’d trade the planet for you in a heartbeat.” Jon laughed, pressing his forehead to Damian’s. “And I wouldn’t even feel bad.”

Damian snorted a laugh. “…I’m so sorry, Beloved.”

Jon hummed, pressing the ghost of a kiss to Damian’s cheek. “I know you are.”

Damian leaned his head back. “Grayson?”

“Already called Bruce for an air extraction.” Dick waved his phone in front of him as he turned to pick up the remnants of their quick meal. “I’m assuming you won’t be able to fly again, Jon?”

“God, I don’t even know if I can take another step.” Jon admitted awkwardly. “So, if I could actually maybe just sit down…”

“Nonsense.” Damian decided. He pulled out of Jon’s arms and turned around. “We need to get to a more open area for the plane anyway. I’ll carry you.”

“Are you serio-”

“This is a one time offer, Jonathan.” Damian smirked over his shoulder. Jon beamed, all but falling against Damian’s back, wrapping his arms around his neck. He hooked his chin over Damian’s shoulder as Damian hoisted up his legs.

“I love you.” Jon whispered as Damian followed when Dick started off through the trees. “Thank you for coming home.”

“Thank you for coming after me.” Damian countered. “Thank you for loving me when I don’t deserve it.”

Jon hummed a grin and shifted upwards to press a hard kiss to Damian’s temple, then snuggled back against his neck. “Always.”

Dick glanced back at him with a wink. “Agreed.”

Damian could only smile, and try to ignore the warmth spreading through his heart.

#commission #Damian Wayne #jon kent #dick grayson #jondami

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the-amazing-simp · 3 years ago

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[My 200 follower celebration is now closed. I’ll just be finishing up on the remaining asks. Thanks for joining!]

prompt: We’ll Be the Stars by Sabrina Carpenter (We are young, we are gold, trying things we didn’t know.)

Until My Last Breath

“What’re you doing here?” Peter asked, catching sight of you weaving your way through police cars to get to him.

“What do you mean ‘what am I doing here?’“ You said in a hushed tone, looking up at the masked vigilante who was also known as your boyfriend.

“I think that question speaks for itself.” Peter deadpanned, the eye roll practically present in his voice.

“I meant that sarcastically.” You muttered, fully knowing that he would hear anyway with his enhanced hearing, “Anyway, I’m here to help you.”

“Are you out of your mind?” Peter said, “I know you have good intentions, but may I remind you - you weren’t bitten by a radioactive spider. And even if you did manage to acquire some water powers, I still won’t.”

“I know that.” You argued, the fire crackling from all of the buildings around you, “But, I just have this feeling okay, that if I just let you be - I won’t see you again.”

“Aaw baby,” He cooed, cupping your face in his hands as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, “I’ll always come back to you no matter what, I won’t stop annoying you until my last breath.”

You nodded, licking your lips, “You better be keeping that promise Parker or else I might just come after you if you don’t.”

“When it comes to you darling, I’m not breaking any promises.”

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You felt as if the world had stopped moving and was literally pulled from under your feet the minute you saw Peter after the battle.

His suit, despite being fire proof was almost completely black from the ashes and burns, his hair was singed at its ends, a couple of wounds littered his body and he was practically leaning to the wall of the building as all of what remained from the battle was smoke.

“Oh Peter,” you immediately run to his side, trying to hold back tears, “I knew it! I should’ve gone with you!”

“Hey! Hey.” Peter tried to speak up his voice hoarse, “I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not!” You sobbed, hands shaking as you tried to take the first aid kit you brought along in your bag.

“Hey.” He said, placing his hands on your shaking ones to get your attention, “I’m okay, I’ll be fine. Aunt May once told me that we are young, we are gold, we’re trying things we didn’t know.”

You laughed, “I don’t think she said that with a near death experience in mind.”

Peter grinned, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear, “At least I kept my promise and came back to you alive right?”

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taechaos · 4 years ago

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Silent Treatment

from Textbook Love drabble series

pairing: bully!Jungkook x nerdy!fem!Reader

genre: drabble, smut, college au

synopsis: Why did you reject him? He’s consumed by his thoughts and theories of your behavior because you didn’t say a single word to him. If your actions were anything to go by, which apparently speak louder than words, you didn’t even want him to touch you.

warnings: slight angst, drugs, arguing, dubcon, cunnilingus, mild degredation

word count: 4.2k

tags: @mwitsmejk @1-in-abillion @kooookie

a/n: the request (contains some spoilers). i'm gonna take a very short break from this couple to write other requests!! hope u enjoy 💗

The shift in the Spring weather is unpredictable. One moment it’s chilly, and the other sunny. Humans can only adapt so much, and it causes an outbreak of common colds. Most people recover easily, handy medicine soothing their sore throats, syrups suppressing coughs, and nose sprays ridding the blockage. You, on the other hand, are not that lucky. With a weak immune system, you’re very careful to not get sick, but there must have been a slip-up because you’ve somehow lost your voice after catching a cold.

You sniffle and cough, but you can’t speak. It’s advised to not exert your vocal cords in cases like these, and that is just so unfortunate for you. The last thing you’d ever want to do is spread your sickness to Jungkook, and that meant not getting too close to him; it meant no kissing.

A very large white placard is spread out in front of you on the wooden table, and you’re plastering printed images of a specific global issue on it. You’re sitting on a bench with two of your friends as they chatter mindlessly while you work. Jungkook has a project about climate change due in a few days, and it’s supposed to be very important for his final grade. You’ve already written him a script for his presentation along with a stick prop to point at specific pictures. It’s fun, glittery and he’s going to love it.

“Hey,” Minnie, your friend, calls for you, “we’re going to get some coffee from Starbucks. Want us to get you green tea?”

Soyeon laughs when your eyes light up; it’s your favorite beverage, and it’s supposed to help with your sore throat. They leave with a smile after you give them a hyper nod and you’re alone as you adjust your woolen scarf around your neck. You need to heal as fast as you can so you’re no longer missing your beloved’s affection.

Jungkook has been feeling more inclined to approach you without reason lately, but that doesn’t mean it’s a common occurrence. Getting teased by his friend, specifically Taehyung, about having a sissy crush on a girl like yourself angered him to no end. A hit always got him to shut up, but not for long. He’s walking your way today because there’s no one around to judge him for talking to you.

You’re tearing a double-sided tape when he sits on your table, carefully avoiding your materials. Your breath hitches as his eyes gloss over your work in progress. “Working hard, I see,” he comments with disinterest. He doesn’t say anything about your efforts, but he’s impressed. The corner of his lip tugs upwards before he leans in for a kiss. You have enough self-control and concern for his well-being over your desires to lean back before your lips make contact. His face is close to yours as he pauses and slightly frowns before trying again. He receives the same results and finally pulls back.

“You did well,” he frowns at you and speaks as if you’re a child, “I’m praising you.” Your eyes are darting back and forth awkwardly and you don’t know what to do other than sit in silence. You put your hands on his knees as a resort and his frown deepens as he watches you. “I can take a hint, you know. You don’t have to fucking ignore me.” He roughly shoves your hands and stands up before storming off with a scoff. You’re torn between following him and being responsible over your belongings. You can’t let his grades go to waste because of a small misunderstanding, so you decide to text him instead. There’s always a possibility someone might steal his project. Or maybe after he’s cooled off? You delay the message, but somewhere in your heart, you’re satisfied by his reaction because it’s clear that he wanted to kiss you.

Heavy footsteps clomp against the sidewalk before Jungkook slumps on the seat next to Taehyung. It’s an isolated area for smoking students at the back of the campus, and his friend group is no exception to this role. They’re taking drags of cigarettes individually as Jungkook glares at his boots. They’re chunky and a bold black, and his dark outfit paints him as the big bad wolf. It fits, because he’s ready to attack when he’s filled with so much resentment. Why did you reject him? He’s consumed by his thoughts and theories of your behavior because you didn’t say a single word to him. If your actions were anything to go by, which apparently speak louder than words, you didn’t even want him to touch you. It doesn’t make sense, but you also grimaced at him, but then why were you doing his homework? He’s feeling frustrated, and upset all the same.

“Someone’s troubled,” Seokjin points out with a mouthful of smoke. “Kookie?”

Said boy only grunts in response.

“Did the lousy girl finally see you for who you really are and leave you?” Taehyung doesn’t hesitate to mock him with a pout. “Tragic.”

“Shut the fuck up, Tae,” Jungkook spits and sends him a death glare, fire flaming in his fierce eyes. “Go actually talk to a girl or something, and leave me alone. I can’t take your shit right now.”

The low blow doesn’t affect Taehyung in the slightest as he holds up his hands in defence with comically wide eyes. “Relax, tiger.”

“Moving on from Tae’s inability to talk to girls in broad daylight, what’s up with you Kook?” Namjoon butts in, earning a fake cough from the receiving end of the insult.

He pauses for a moment before babbling, “I hate those bitches. My mother for one, couldn’t stand wearing clothes whenever she saw a dude. Moving on from guy to guy, unless they’re a fucking asshole. What do they want? Why are they never fucking satisfied?!”

A moment of silence passes among the huddled friends before Yoongi breaks it with a joke, “Who’s the lucky girl?” It doesn’t land as Jungkook deeply sighs in response. “Did she cheat on you?” he tries again.

“No,” he murmurs.

“Then…?”

“She… I don’t fucking know, she gave me the silent treatment. She leaned away from me too,” he shakes his head with a quiet groan, “it just doesn’t add up. I got mad and left.”

“No way that could’ve ended up badly,” Taehyung chuckles but purses his lips when he’s sent another dirty look. “How long was the interaction anyway?”

“Like 30 seconds.”

“Are you coming out tonight?” Yoongi asks and puts out the burning tip of his stick. “Could help you feel better.”

“And we’ve got molly,” Namjoon adds.

“Yeah, fine, whatever.”

Alcohol’s effect on a person differs in moods, and Jungkook is usually a horny drunk. Being a sad drunk is a first for him tonight, but he’s just so confused. It made his heart drop when you outwardly refused his advances and anxiety blossomed in his chest, which he has no idea how to deal with. It kicked in fight or flight instincts, and he just… hated the idea of you not loving him, even if it’s momentary. He can’t bear staying in a situation that makes him feel so insecure, and that feeling is supposed to be left in his childhood. You just about brought out the worst in him without doing anything.

You didn’t do anything.

It’s 10PM and he’s waiting on your usual good night text that he never responds to. It’s so pathetic, and he hates himself for being so used to your affection that it worries him when he’s deprived of it. He’s never doubted your love for him, but his insecurities are churning his gut. It’s an overflow of all of his pent-up emotions, and he can’t handle it.

“Here,” Taehyung pops in out of nowhere, clutching a pill in his hand. There’s a bottle of water in the other as he holds them out for Jungkook to take. “Stop moping and get laid.”

“I’d say the same to you, but you’d probably start crying during sex,” he mumbles and uncaps the bottle before throwing in the pill and washing it down with the water. “Thanks.”

“See that girl over there?” he ignores him and steps behind his miserable friend to point at the owner of the sultry gaze directed at Jungkook from the bar. “She wants to fuck you. Or maybe me, but I’m passing her onto you.”

“How kind of you,” he sarcastically replies.

“Uh-uh, so you’re gonna be in ecstasy in about 10 minutes. Don’t fuck this up.” He slaps his shoulder before disappearing into the kitchen. It’s a lonesome party because not a lot of people are allowed in when drugs are involved. Causing a ruckus, receiving a noise complaint and then getting arrested is out of the question.

He isn’t interested in sex with a stranger - not today at least -, but he hopes for it to change as he waits to approach her. Maybe drugs will rile him up enough to have fun with someone else and rid his mind of you. It’s an annoying itch on his brain, so he rests his head against the couch to comfort himself with the soft fabric. He’s sleepy from the beer he drank earlier, and he doesn’t know how time goes by so fast when he closes his eyes.

A few minutes must have passed, because he’s starting to feel dizzy in his seat. A smile carves on his face as his mind grows slightly fogged, and he opens his eyes to find the girl quietly chatting with a friend. When she glances at him, he beckons her to come over. She mouths a “be right back” to her friend before strutting in his direction.

“Hey,” she smiles down at him before sitting on the couch. She’s aristocratic, chic and pretty. “Sorry if I weirded you out earlier.” Her voice is sweet like honey, and her words flow out of her tongue so naturally. A dream girl, really, and Jungkook is starting to get horny.

“I don’t mind,” he reassures with a subtle seductive tone, “what’s a girl like you doing with this crowd? You look too innocent.” He wraps a finger around a strand of her hair and twirls it. It feels strange.

“My friend sent me here, told me to watch over someone,” she lowly speaks. “I’m Soyeon.”

“Nice to meet you, Soyeon,” he breathes before crashing her lips with his. His hand reaches down to grip her thigh, tongue poking out to swipe the sticky gloss. It’s flavored, and it tastes of strawberry. When she kisses him back so slowly, innocently, it turns him on so much. His pants feel tight around his crotch as he runs another hand through her soft hair. Compared to him, she’s passionate whereas he’s sloppy. He’s starting to get dizzier, and it feels so fucking good, but he hates it.

There is not a single reason for him to not enjoy this, not when his mood is lifting so high. The hand on her thigh lands on her cleavage instead and she’s so submissive and shy, but something’s off. He groans into her mouth before biting her lip, ripping a whine out of her. Why does she sound so sexy and annoying?

He pulls away from her before sighing in irritation. “Fuck, I can’t do this.”

“Did I do something wrong?” she asks worriedly.

“No, just, fuck.” He starts laughing before rubbing his palms on his eyes, “I really want to fuck, but I just can’t.”

“We can just chat,” she softly suggests. “What’s your name?”

“Jungkook.”

He removes his hands from his face when she goes silent. Her eyes are wide and she’s gaping at him… guiltily? “Crap,” she hisses quietly, “I was supposed to make sure you were okay. My roommate is like, super in love with you and asked me to come here.”

He says your name in a question, wondering if it’s you. When she nods, he asks for your dorm instantly.

“She’s in room 124… Why?”

When he stands up, there’s a sway in his posture but he recovers quickly. There’s an involuntary grin on his face as he thanks her ignorantly. He’s out of the villa in a rush, and he has the overwhelming urge to just run. The campus is a bit far away from the house, but he doesn’t care as his footfalls echo in the dark streets. He has so much energy to waste, and with his current stamina, he’s confident he’ll find you before dawn. It’s stupid but it’s fun, and he doesn’t care for catching his breath as the corner stores pass by him in a blur.

Throughout the two hours of his reckless jog, where he mixed up directions multiple times, his mind is starting to clear up little by little. He’s happy because of what Soyeon told him, and he feels relieved upon seeing the familiar college building. He’s not allowed in dorms at this time, but he’s done this too many times to get caught. Except he was drunk in those instances, and being on MDMA was different. Sneaking past security was tough because he couldn’t bring himself to tiptoe without making so much noise. When they glanced at him, he thought it to be the only choice to just run past them. He’s in the elevator by the time they catch on, and the numbers look wonky in his eyes but he presses the button for the right floor.

He’s shifting his weight repeatedly in an attempt to contain his excitement; he wants to see you so bad. The moment he hears the ding of the elevator, he’s running past the halls and stops upon seeing 124. He has to squint, but he knows this is your dorm.

You wake up with a silent gasp when there’s a pound on the door. You clutch your sheets in fear until someone starts to sing your name. “Jungkook?” you mouth to yourself. You stand up and look through the peephole and there’s a man on the other side who’s bouncing on his feet impatiently.

“Open up,” he sings loudly. You’re worried when you swing the door open and yank him inside so he doesn’t wake up any other students. You try to talk but only a wheeze comes out, so you switch on the light to see him instead. The brightness hurts your eyes as you close them for a few seconds. “Well, well, well, look who we have here…”

He starts to circle around you slowly and stumbles behind you. “Sending people to spy on me after rejecting me like that.” His words are slightly slurred and you turn around to face him with a pout. You point at your throat to give him a hint, but his eyes don’t waver from your pleading ones. “What are your intentions, huh?” he weakly pushes you, “Sending me mixed signals. Who- who do you think you are?”

You hold his hands and place them on your neck, trying to communicate with him by mouthing, “I’m sick,” but he only chuckles. He seems sickeningly joyous, but he’s not over his anger. “Still not going to talk to me? What did I even do?”

You deeply inhale from your nose because he’s not paying attention to you. You’re frustrated with yourself until he yells, “WHY WON’T YOU TALK TO ME?” The surge of serotonin, his state of euphoria is crashing down on him the more you ignore him. He had believed the drug would only make him happy, but it intensified his sadness and anxiety just as much when he saw you. It helped him forget you in a social circle, but you confused him so much after he was reassured for so long - coupled with your silence, he’s raging.

“Why are you ignoring me?! What did I do that was so bad that you can’t bear talking to me anymore? You told me you loved me, please,” he chokes and tries to swallow the lump in his throat. “I-I’ll make it up to you, I’m so sad right now. Just say something…”

You’re watching him in shock and a hint of fear from his fluctuating mood. You want to cry at how pitiful he looks, but instead you aim to grab a piece of paper from your bedside table. He misreads your actions and pushes you against the wall. “Stop this. Stop!” He has your arms pinned and he’s trying so hard to intimidate you so you give in. A dry sob leaves you because he's going mad, but then he has a sudden epiphany. “Maybe you’ll love me again if I fuck you hard enough and engrave it in your brain that you’re mine. Yes, yes!”

He starts unbuckling his belt and you immediately try to stop him; he’ll get sick! He shoves you again and pulls down his jeans before mashing his mouth against yours. All of your efforts have gone to waste when his tongue forces its way down your throat. There’s no point to denying him now, so you hesitantly kiss him back. You’re so guilty, and he’s so careless as he roughly pushes his hand down your white cotton shorts. You’re wearing a navy blue sweater to match so you don’t get cold in the night, but the shorts are meant to prevent a fever. What’s the point now, then? He hasn’t even read your texts that you only remembered to send before sleeping. He missed a whole paragraph of your explanation and confronted you so angrily.

“I’m going to fuck you all night,” he growls against your lips, “then you’ll remember how much you love me.” Your moans are quiet and hitched as he presses down on your clit through your panties. His other hand is on his cock as he strokes it eagerly, ready to get inside you. “I missed you so fucking much in one day,” he whispers in a croak. Hearing it makes you feel even warmer inside as you nudge his hand to urge him to enter you. “You missed me too, huh?” he takes notice of your neediness. “Shouldn’t have fucking brought it upon yourself then.”

He removes his hand from your shorts and taps your thighs before demanding, “Jump.” You bite your lip in consideration until he taps them harder and you quickly wrap your legs around his waist. Your shorts are relatively short, resembling loose boxers, so when your back is pressed against the wall he only pushes them and your underwear to the side before thrusting into you. A scream gets caught in your throat, and you forget all about your aches as he roughly fucks into you without caring for protection or lube. It stings only slightly, but the pleasure in feeling so full of him outweighs the pain.

Jungkook is moaning and groaning as he bruises your thighs in his hold. Your panting is all he can catch, and though the feeling of you is an amplified sensation because of the drug coursing in his system, he wants to hear you chant his name as well. “Still quiet?” he tuts and carries you to your narrow bed and you cling onto his shoulder while trying to catch your breath after the sudden attack. “Your cunt is throbbing though,” he says as he pulls out of you and drops you on the bed. He manhandles you by flipping you on your stomach and holds up your ass. He finally takes off your bottom clothing, but he’s slightly dizzy as he yanks them off your ankles. He spreads your thighs apart and you’re on your knees with your head against the mattress. “I wonder why that is,” he says before slapping your pussy, making you whimper quietly. “So wet, yet you don’t even make a sound. Some whore you are.” You purse your lips and muster a whine, but it’s interrupted when he pistons his cock inside you without warning. Your sounds are hoarse as he pounds into you from the back, hands kneading your ass to the shape of his hands. He gives it a spank as he moans loudly; the new position makes it feel so much more intense, and Jungkook loves it. His ears finally get to hear your pathetic mewls as he thrusts so deeply inside you that your vision blurs with tears and your eyes roll to the back of your skull. You feel like a doll that can’t speak or move, and he’s evidently enjoying it going by his rushed pace. You’re challenging him with your silence, and he loves proving himself.

All of a sudden however, he stops moving. You look behind you with a pout and he quirks a brow at you. You grit your teeth because you know he's waiting for you to tell him to continue, or rather daring you to do something. A sudden surge of confidence overcomes you and you gently slam your hips against his, fucking yourself on his cock with your eyes screwed shut.

“Yes, baby,” he strains, “show me that you're still my good girl.” At his encouragement, you meet his thrusts faster and you're seeing stars at how amazing it feels. You want to be his good girl so bad, and you arch your back to savour the pleasure. “Your pussy is mine, all mine,” he affirms to himself and stills your hips to turn you around without removing his length. His fingers are digging into your flesh and your tits bounce under the fabric as he rams into you restlessly. Your mouth is open in a silent scream and he can barely make out your pupils, the whites of your eyes stirring his climax at how attractive you look under the poor lighting. “I love you so fucking much,” he cries, “say it back, baby.”

You try to, but you can only dryly cough. “You fucking bitch,” he hisses at your defiance and pulls out of you to pump his length. He’s close to his release, and he pushes up your sweater to see your hard nipples that make him salivate. He crawls to slide his cock between the valley of your breasts and it hurts when he harshly pushes them together. “Stick out your tongue,” he commands in a whisper, and you do so while panting like a dog. Every time he thrusts upwards, the tip of his head grazes your tongue and leaves a bitter taste in your mouth. He’s massaging your tits as he stutters between whines, and eventually his load spurts out to land on your chest and cheek with a particularly loud groan. His cum surges down his shaft as he rides out his high with the last slow thrusts.

“Oh fuck,” he sighs airily and collapses next to you in the tiny space available. You clumsily turn on your side to give him more room and he pecks your swollen lips. He zips his pants back up and you’re still naked from the waist down. You’re staring at each other adoringly in the romantic, fragile atmosphere; another first.

“I love you,” you croak finally. It’s quieter than a whisper, and it makes you cringe at how hideous you sound; it’s painful as well.

His face lights up once he registers your words before noticing the tone. “What happened to your voice?”

“Sick.” You can’t bring yourself to say anything more as you snuggle into his side and he instinctively wraps an arm around your shoulders.

“Shit,” he murmurs, “why didn’t you tell me that sooner, idiot?”

You slap a hand on his front pocket where his phone is, and he hastily takes it out to see a bunch of notifications from you. “You sent it at night, you’re still the idiot.” You giggle and roll your eyes. “A promise is a promise, though,” he purrs before cupping your bare heat. “I did say I would fuck you all night.” You widen your eyes when his head lowers down to face your sopping wet cunt, and he slowly licks up a stripe over your soaked folds, making you shudder and grip his hair. He’s leaving kitty licks all over your sensitivity, the tip of his tongue lightly brushing against your clit every now and then. Your hips lift involuntarily, and he finally takes your clit in his mouth and sucks on it loudly. He slurps your arousal before spitting it back on your hood, and you can only squeak in response. Your hazed mind only tells you that you want more, and he doesn’t fail to provide.

Two fingers enter your clenching hole, and he’s scissoring your walls as he messily eats you out. The pleasure from earlier returns all too soon and you know you won’t be able to last long. His lids are hooded when you glance down at him and the way he’s looking at you makes it even harder to resist your orgasm. The knot in your stomach picks back up right before unraveling and your moan is raspy as you start twitching under his relentless mouth. He grows gentle and leaves kisses all over your vulva until your body falls limp on the sheets.

After another round of penetrative sex, the two of you fall asleep from exhaustion in your bed. It’s a first for the both of you, and Jungkook decides in his drunken mind that tonight won’t be the last. It feels so intimate when he cuddles you, and you won’t ever forget his love confession.

The next morning is not so pleasant however, as Jungkook wakes up with a loud sneeze and in his now nasal voice says, “God fucking damn it.”

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astralis01 · 3 years ago

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Tim Drake X Reader: Dinner

Request: Tim x male reader . Tim bring his bf to the manner for a family dinner and crazy shit happening in that night.

Requested By: @imgayandilikeit

“You know Master Tim, you should bring your boyfriend to meet us tomorrow,” Alfred said as the whole Wayne family had sat down to eat dinner. A blanket of silence encased them broken by Dick who exclaimed, “Wait, Timmy has a boyfriend?”

Tim looked at his plate and then glared at Dick and said, “Yes, I have a boyfriend. His name is Y/n and he’s very nice.”

Cass signed from the other end We are happy for you while Stephanie slapped him on his back and exclaimed, “I knew it you had it into you to confess to him.”

Bruce, who was sitting silently at the table then said, “Why don’t you bring him over as Alfred suggested. We could meet him tomorrow.”

Damian glared and then smirked and said, “Oh yes, we have to see how much is Drake paying him to act like his beloved.”

Tim got up and screamed at him, “Oh you little-. Wait, I’ll just call him to give you your peace of mind Demon.”

Dick spoke up, “Timmy, you don’t-”

Tim glared at everyone as if daring to object and said, “No I do. Anyway, I need to ask him about the dinner.”

Tim dialled Y/n’s number, still glaring at everyone when the rising stopped. A soft voice was heard from the other side and Tim’s face softened. “Hey Timmy, you fine?”

“Yeah, thought I’d call you to ask something. You free at 8 tomorrow night?”

“Yeah, what about it?”

“Well, my family is insisting on meeting you. You okay with that?”

“Oh yes. Wait, a minute Timmy.” There were some shuffling sounds heard on the other end and then the voice rang out, “Noice, noice, noice. I’ll be there. Wayne Manor, right?”

“I’ll pick you up.”

There was laughing at the other end and then the voice said, “Dude, I know how to drive and Wayne Manor is the big, famous building. I’ll reach there.”

“You drive like a maniac.”

“No Timmy. I drive like someone who knows to live life to its fullest. We die wild.”

“Please don’t.”

“I’ll try to. See you tomorrow then. Bonne Nuit.”

“French today, huh. Well, then Bonne Nuit to you too.”

And with that, the voice was cut off and Tim said, “Well, does that satisfy you all. Now, let’s eat.” His voice did not leave any room for argument.

Cass signed You two are very cute.

Tim sighed and ran his fingers through his already messy hair and said, “Thank you.”

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The next day was a tense affair. At sharp 8, there was a knock on the door. Tim practically skipped opening the door. There stood Y/n, in all his glory with a container in his hands.

“Hey, Timmy. I brought some of my lava cake for you guys. Hopefully, you all do like cake.”

Dick barrelled towards both of them and said, “Oh we do love cake, especially chocolate cakes. Please come in.”

Y/n handed Dick the cake who joyfully took it from his hands and flipped over the couch with the container tightly grasped in his hands.

He then walked over to Tim and said, “Hey babe. Howdy?” and then leaned over to kiss Tim on his cheeks.

Tim blushed and tried to push him away but anyone who was looking at the couple could see that he wasn’t trying very hard. After that, Y/n was approached by Cass and Stephanie.

“You dating Tim?” Cass’ broken English question was voiced out. Y/n looked confused, looked towards Tim and then looked back at Cass and nodded. Cass gave a nod of approval and before anybody could grasp what was happening, Y/n was flipped over. Tim yelled, “Cass” and rushed over to help him up but then Cass stopped him. “You hurt Tim, you get worse,” Cass said.

Y/n got up from the floor, rubbing his head and grinned at Tim, “You didn’t tell me you had such a badass sister,” and then he looked at her and said, “I’m pretty sure my accounts will be gone if I hurt Tim, but thanks for the warning. A formal hello in place. My name is Y/n. Nice to meet you, Cass, I assume.” Cass smiled happily and shook the hand which was given to him.

Then he moved to Steph and said, “Dude, nice to see you here”, and hugged her while Steph said, “Well, it was a surprise that he kept it a secret from me.”

Tim moved from his place and said, “Come, Bruce is waiting for us.” Tim then leaned over to give him a fleeting kiss on his cheeks and then moved his fingers to intertwine with Y/n’s.

The welcoming committee behind them was almost dying with how cute they both were but refrained from saying anything.

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Dinner was a tense affair but Y/n continued to eat so it was a win for the Bat clan and Bruce awkwardly broke the silence, “So how long have you two been dating?” Y/n continued to eat but when he heard that no one was answering he looked up and saw that the question was directed to him.

“Oh, sorry. I thought you asked Tim but we’ve been dating for like 6 months now, I think.” He looked to Tim and said, “This food is delicious. When we were suffering because of our combined horrible attempts at cooking, why didn’t you tell me about this,” while gesturing towards the food on the table as if trying to capture what his words could not say.

Tim tried to answer but then Damian who was sitting beside Bruce said, “Is Drake paying you to be his significant other because all he does is sit inside and work.”

Y/n burst out laughing and said, “Oh my god. Timmy, your family is pure gold, why didn’t I meet them earlier?” Tim pouted and said, “Because I knew this was going to happen. You were going to team up with my family to bully me.”

Everyone was looking at the interaction like it was some kind of tennis match when Alfred appeared and saved Tim a lot of embarrassment before Y/n could answer Damian’s question and said, “It is nice to know that you appreciate my cooking but could you please repeat what you said about your joint efforts at cooking.”

Y/n looked awkwardly at Alfred and said, “Well, I was doing fine with my microwave and making my food in that when Mr Disaster decided that he was going to try to make something sweet for me and then suddenly I come home to find my microwave destroyed thoroughly because he forgot to do something. could you repeat what you did, Space Case?”

Tim looked at Alfred sheepishly and said, “I was doing it all according to the instruction but then it caught on fire and poured water on it. I did get you a new one.”

Y/n then pointed his fork towards him and said, “Alien, you got me an oven.”

Alfred looked like he was on a verge of a heart attack and then Damian said, “Drake, even with your so-called intelligence, you tried to put out an electric fire with water?”

Tim looked at Dick, Cass and Stephanie for support, all three of them shrugged and said, “We all might have to agree with Damian.”

Bruce then wiped his fingers on his napkin and said, “Tim, you know that you put out an electric fire with a woollen blanket, right?”

Tim groaned and said, “Of course I do now but if Mr Microwave would have told me that before, his microwave would not be destroyed.”

“Tin-man, seriously. I thought you knew,” Y/n said.

But with the introduction to his carefree attitude, stories were exchanged with Tim’s failures to be a proper human being were the highlight and soon Y/n had to head home.

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Leaving Y/n at the gate, near which his motorcycle was parked, Tim said, “You could stay here the night.”

Y/n laughed and pecked his lips and said, “I didn’t pack and come properly enough to stay overnight, but thanks for the offer.”

He drove away, leaving Tim on the grounds of the Manor, wistfully looking towards the direction his boyfriend was gone in while the occupants of the manor looked onto the couple with a smile on their faces.

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[𝒀/𝑵] 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯 𝑾𝑰𝑳𝑩𝑼𝑹 𝑺𝑶𝑶𝑻. (𝒊𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒒𝒖𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔) ♡♥♡♥

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a/n: I just want to say a couple of things before you start reading, you don't necessarily have to read this but I would advise you should because this has been bothering me ever since I started getting likes and follows, which thank you so much for! I didn't expect people to like these so much to follow me and reblog them.

I love each and every one of you, thank you so, so much! alright now on the next thing, all of the incorrect quotes I use aren't mine, I know you guys aren't daft and have probably heard some of the quotes before but I get sure confused when people are like "I love your work!" (btw those comments make my day 1000% better, thank you!)

but I don't really do anything, I try to make the post look aesthetic and all that jazz. I get all my quotes from websites that generate them with the names you put down. egu43jiy5h6tgrwiegtbvs idk why but I just thought I would say this- I prolly look d u m b. anyways! hope you enjoy this post! WILBUR MY BELOVED!!!🧎‍♀️

!TW!: cursing, mentions of a gun, light flirting, and fluff?

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳

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𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘣𝘶𝘳 𝘚𝘰𝘰𝘵 & 𝘠/𝘕

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[Y/N]: Can I have a private talk with you?

Wilbur: Okay, as long as it’s not about tampons because I just don’t understand them.

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Wilbur, texting [Y/N]: *sends a voice message*

[Y/N], texting back: I’m a little busy, is it urgent?

Wilbur: No, don’t worry, just listen later.

*later*

[Y/N]: *presses play*

Wilbur's voice message: THERE’S A FIRE-

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[Y/N]: I've connected the two dots.

Wilbur: You didn't connect sh*t.

[Y/N]: I've connected them.

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Wilbur with a gun to [Y/N]'s head: What happens if I pull this trigger? Heaven?

[Y/N]: Bold of you to assume I'll go to Heaven.

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[Y/N]: You played me!

Wilbur: Like the cheap kazoo you are!

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Wilbur: Can you pass the salt?

[Y/N]: Can you pass away?

Wilbur: Too much salt.

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[Y/N]: And then they ran into my knife. They ran into my knife ten times.

Wilbur: You mean you stabbed them?

[Y/N]: They ran into my knife.

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Wilbur: D*mn, [Y/N], are you secretly cool?

[Y/N]: Well, poker is just math, so I guess it depends on if you consider the mathematician, Carl Friedrich Gauss, cool.

Wilbur: I do not.

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Wilbur: I don't need to go to bed. I'm not tired, I'll be fine.

[Y/N]: But, darling, I'll be so lonely without you. Come curl up in my arms so I can feel whole again.

Wilbur: O-oh. Well. Are you trying to seduce me into healthy sleeping patterns??

[Y/N]: Is it working?

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Wilbur: [Y/N] just said "I have an appetite for destruction" and then they reached down and untied my shoe.

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[Y/N]: Swear words are illegal now. If you say one you'll be fined.

Wilbur: Heck.

[Y/N]: You're on thin f*cking ice.

[Y/N]: Oh no-

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Wilbur: Honestly, I am so evil. So full of darkness. I feed of the souls of the living I strike fear into-

[Y/N]: You sleep with a teddybear.

Wilbur: He’s my sECOND IN COMMAND IN MY ARMY OF DARKNESS!!

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[Y/N]: Some of us are still ‘it’ from a childhood game of tag.

Wilbur: way to just f*ck me up on a Tuesday.

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[Y/N]: I think I just figured something out. I got to go.

Wilbur: Aren't you forgetting something?

[Y/N]: Uuh...*hesitantly kisses Wilbur's forehead before running out.*

Wilbur: No, pay your bill! D*mn, who raised you?

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[Y/N]: I desire moisture.

Wilbur: Please just say "I want water" like a normal person.

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Wilbur: Let’s watch Sharkboy and Lavagirl.

[Y/N]: Okay.

Wilbur: And make out during the scary parts.

[Y/N]: Th-

[Y/N]: The scary parts.

[Y/N]: Of Sharkboy and Lavagirl.

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[Y/N]: When was the last time you cried?

Wilbur: Uh 15 minutes ago, why??

[Y/N]: really? That recent?

Wilbur: Yeah *voice crack* is that an issue? *starts crying again*

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Wilbur: There's something I have to ask about you-know-who.

[Y/N]: Voldemort?

Wilbur: No.

[Y/N]: Is it Voldemort?

Wilbur: It's not Voldemort.

[Y/N]: You haven’t mentioned wizards once in this conversation, so I’m gonna have to assume it’s Voldemort.

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[Y/N]: Please could you go to the shop and get a carton of milk, if they have avocados get six.

Wilbur, coming back from the store with six cartons of milk: They had avocados!

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Wilbur: That was so hot, [Y/N].

[Y/N]: I literally called the person who just flirted with you a degenterate dog and told them I hope they get dragged through the streets.

Wilbur: I'm so in love with you.

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Wilbur: You want some leftovers?

[Y/N]: What are those?

Wilbur: You've never had leftovers before?

[Y/N]: No, ‘cause I’m not a quitter

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#mcyt #wilbur soot #wilbur soot x reader #dream smp #wilbur soot incorret quotes #dream smp incorrect quotes

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