#he bought her drinks 🤪🤪

[duusheen]

now she’s embarrassing me guys 😟

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

More TEXT CONVOS!! (Also I want you to know that you can disregard the drabbles ! I just hope you're doing well and taking care of yourself  💗💗) 💺 anon

🍊) My little (brat) princess

🍊: I hid a bag in our closet. If you find it, do not open it. 🍒: Well now I kinda want to look for it 🍊: Please don't. 🍒: :( 🍊: I'm serious. 🍒: What even is inside? 🍊: It's a surprise.

🍒: About to take a bath, alone 🍒: No one here to wash my hair for me 🍒: Or leave kisses on my neck and shoulder 🍒: Or run their hands down my body 🍒: HOW ARE YOU AT THE FRONT DOOR ALREADY??

🍊: My love for you is like diarrhea 🍊: I can't hold it in 🍒: Am I supposed to say something nice?

🍊: How would you feel if I shaved? 🍒: Please just tell me you didn't 🍊: Well... 🍊: Yeah I was just kidding love 🍊: WHY DID YOU TELL LEMON WE'RE GETTING DIVORCED?

🍒: How much until your cute ass gets home?? 🍊: I'll be there in less than an hour ❤️ 🍒: Prepare yourself because the moment you step in I'm gonna jump in your arms and attack your pretty face with kisses 🍒: I can't wait to cuddle and hear you complain about the mission 🍊: I'm so in love with you

🍊: [1 image attached] 🍒: Screaming, crying, shaking, shitting, pissing, banging my head againts the wall, ripping my hair out, clawing out my heart, slamming my fists on the table 🍒: You look lovely

🍒: Hello my mandarin 🍊: We're not doing this

🍒: I think Tan hates me 🍊: Excuse me? What made you believe that? 🍒: That was meant for Lem 🍊: Why would you tell him you think I hate you? 🍒: Because he's very funny and I love to gossip with him 🍊: I'm funnier than him actually. And that still doesn't answer my question 🍒: You didn't ask me to be your valentine :( 🍊: That's because we've been married for 8 years, I assumed you're already my valentine 🍒: You have to ask :( 🍊: Fine. Will you be my valentine? 🍒: Yes :) [Tan reacted with ❤️]

[Unknown number]: Hello my beautiful wife. I am curently writing this message to apologize and ask for your forgiveness. Please unblock me. Yours, Tangerine. 🍒: ENOUGH

🍋) Silly goofy guy

🍋: How's my favorite person in the world doing? 🍒: What did you do? 🍋: Jumping to conclusions I see 🍒: Lemon what did you do? 🍋: Promise you won't get mad 😆 🍒: I promise 😊😊😊🔪😊😊 🍋: I broke your heels 🍒: ... 🍒: Well did you at least take some photos?? 🍋: You know it 🤪 🍋: [5 images attached]

🍋: Should we play minecraft? I wanna finish our train 🍒: Tan said he doesn't want to :( 🍋: Tell him to mind his business

🍋: I was drinking bubble tea and choked on the balls so I spilled the drink everywhere 🍋: Now Tan won't even look at me

🍋: I've been looking for my gun for 2 hours only to realize I don't have it anymore 🤣🤣🤣🤣💃🥳😆😼😼

🍒: He's my little anal ☺️ 🍒: ANGEL 🍒: ANGEL I MEANT ANGEL 🍋: THE WAY I SCREAMED 🍒: DON'T SHOW THIS TO HIM 🍋: HE'S LOOKING AT ME NOOO 😭😭

🍊🍋🍒) The fruit bowl

🍒: Do you ever just 🍋: Yeah, but 🍋: Yk? 🍒: Damn man I sure do 🍊: Is this why you two created this group chat? 🍋: Actually it's so you can like and subscribe 🤯👽�� 🍒: But first, a word from our sponsor!! 🍊: I'm so done with you both

🍋: Should I dye my hair? 🍊: Absolutely fucking not 🍒: Pookie no it won't look as good as it does now!! 🍋: Love you guys 🫶 🍋: I already bought the hair dye 🍊: WHY DID YOU EVEN ASK? 🍋: I'm in a silly goofy mood 🍋: So green or blue? 🍊: I will smash your head through a window 🍒: LEM LISTEN TO US!! 🍋: Yo I kinda look like the joker

🍒: [2 images attached, it's photos of Tan and Cherry hugging] 🍒: These look so good! 🍒: Lem best wingman AND photographer 🍋: Fucking finally. It was getting annoying 🍊: Would you stop it already? 🍒: Yeah, it wasn't THAT bad 🍋: [1 image attached, text convo of Tan talking about Cherry to Lem] 🍊: DELTE THST RIGHT FUCKING NOW 🍒: 🤣 🍋: Oh I know you're not laughing Cherry 🍋: [1 image attached, text convo of Cherry gushing about Tan to Lem] 🍒: THAT'S MESSED UP

+ bonus 🍊: Made her laugh today and I can't get it out of my head 🍊: It's driving me nuts 🍊: I must've looked fucking stupid the way I just stared at her 🍋: Talking about her again? 🍊: Who else do I ever talk about you nob 🍋: So did you ask her out? 🍊: What do you think? 🍋: I'm thinking no because you're a pussy 🍊: Fuck off

🍒: Ok so I was talking to him earlier today and he just put his hand on my shoulder and got really close to my face but I feel like he was mostly looking at my lips. Maybe it was just my imagination 🍒: Anyway, does he do this to everyone? 🍋: Girl

hii angel!!! I really do want to be able to write them for you, I’ll keep them in my inbox and will def try to do one of them, but if not, keep them noted down and I’ll get around to them eventually 💓💓

THESE ARE SO FUN!!!?? loved them all, especially..

^ why would he tell us if he doesn’t want us snooping??????

^ lem would be the mediator, trying to rationalise tan not to shave (even if he was messing) he doesn’t want to see his bro with a baby face

^ ALL OF THAT😭😭 and then, you look lovely. I HAVE A PICTURE IN MY HEAD AND I NEED TO ADD IT bc it works well and obviously bc it’s hot 😩😩😩😩😩😩

^ tan would be acting like he doesn’t know lem😭

^😭😭😭😭😭 we just have random half conversations (but we each no exactly what the other is thinking) and it just annoys tan sm. “what did you think about that thing?” “that was so crazy. what did you think about that other thing? not that thing but another thing?” “holy shit man, but did you see?” “RIGHT? and then?” “omg😭”

^ lem got the receipts 😭😭😭😭

^😭😭😭😭 “bc you’re a pussy” and “girl” lmao

[dinosaursatemymom]

anti Nancy, like srsly

You're still here? Okay, but srsly this is very against Nancy wheeler, if you're still here I'm guessing you don't like her? If you do, it's very against her, my mind will not be changed jsyk. Just a warning bc of comments on my other anti post lol 🙃

Also before anyone says anything about me just not liking her because she gets in the way of my ship, I actually hate stdie and Hrringrve. Plus I don't like a lot of the characters storylines, Nancy's is just one that frustrates me the most.

Actual Anti Nancy post starting now

This basically started out as a convo between me and @felineincognito in the comments of one of my other anti Nancy posts but this is kinda a continuation of that ig.

Also I'm not gonna talk about the stuff the other characters have done wrong bc this isn't abt them, and just because other people have done bad stuff doesn't cancel out the stuff she's done🤪.

So in the first episode I didn't really like her that much, but yk, the whole point was that she wasnt acting like herself. So, I figured that as the season went on she would grow and start being more herself, and I guess she did change to an extent. But then s2 happened and she was just being a bad gf to Steve, let's be so fr, she was emotionally cheating on him. Pining for Jonathon while lying to Steve about who she's in love with is not okay. This was around when I started to reallyyy not like her. And she just didn't take accountability for her part in the failed relationship. Then s3 rolled around(my favv season frrr) and Nancy still hasn't grown, she still doesn't take accountability for her mistakes. And she was exactly the same in s4.

Okay let's break this down by season

S1- Nancy is dating Steve. Will goes missing and Nancy is incredibly annoyed because she can't see Steve and complains, she's does not care about will. She lies to her mother and goes to see Steve. She treats Barb like shit at the party, Barb goes missing, Nancy suddenly cares about will and is upset that no one will listen to her. She finds out about the pictures and goes to ask Jonathan about the demogorgan picture, they go hunting. They argue, and eventually Jon and Steve get in the fight. At the police station Nancy starts catching feelings for Jon and is told that he is in love with her. After the whole salt bath ordeal her and Jon go to his house to try and catch it, Steve shows up trying to apologize, they tell him to leave. Steve comes back to help, Nancy, Steve, and jon kill the demogorgan. Nancy's guns are not useful in this feat ( @thegreenmeadow had a great post about this here). A few months later and Nancy gives Jon a camera that Steve bought, she is back together with Steve after waiting for Jonathon for a month because he wasn't ready.

S2- Nancy is dating Steve again, but crushing on Jonathan, this is emotional cheating especially because she later goes to jon for comfort rather than talking it out with Steve. Nancy and Steve go to barbs parents house, Nancy is struggling with guilt and wants to tell barbs parents what really happened. Steve and Nancy get into a small argument, Steve convinces Nancy not to break the NDA and to go to a party and try to relax. They go to the party and Nancy gets extremely drunk, she calls Steve bullshit and yells at him. (Presumed break up but that's debatable) Jon takes Nancy home, the next morning Nancy doesn't remember the night before and she gets upset at Steve for not picking her up. Steve and Nancy get into an argument (this is kinda why I think they didn't really break up otherwise she wouldn't have cared about him not picking her up). Nancy leaves school with Jon to try and tell barbs parents, they go to the lab and get a recording. After they get the recording they go to see Murray. After figuring out the story, they sit down to have a drink. After deciding to spend the night, Murray tells them to just sleep together. Both Nancy and Jon acknowledge Steve in a way that makes it seem like they haven't broken up/Nancy still has feelings. They go back to Hawkins and Nancy has a talk with steve, he apologizes for being a bad boyfriend and tells Nancy to go with Jon to save will. Nancy doesn't acknowledge her part in the relationship failing. She goes with jon, they get the mindflayer out of will, Nancy did not need to be there for this. At the snoball her and Jon are helping out, they smile at each other from across the room and are now dating.

S3- Nancy and Jon have been dating for a while and are currently interning at the Hawkins post. Nancy is upset about the other office workers being misogynistic and treating her poorly, she complains to Jonathan. One night while Nancy is cleaning the office she receives a call about some rats from mrs. Driscoll, she decides to pursue this herself the next day. She lies to her boss and barges in on Jonathan developing the photos, ruining whatever he was developing. Jon follows her out to the car and talks about how he's concerned about getting fired and thinks it's not a good idea. Nancy disregards his concerns and insists she's correct. They go to Mrs. Driscoll's house and find the rat. The next day Nancy brings up her case to her bosses, she is declined and told to stop pursuing the case. Nancy insists shes correct and again, barges in on Jonathan ruining his photos. Jon thinks it's a bad idea, she just says that she's going anyway, Jon reluctantly joins her. Jon again expresses concerns about losing his job, Nancy dismisses these concerns yet again. As they arrive at Mrs. Driscoll's house they find her having a seizure, the hospital is called. The next day Nancy and Jon lose their jobs. As Jon is driving them home, Nancy keeps talking about how she was correct and thinks tom is on drugs, Jon gets annoyed with her and says she should stop. Nancy compares him to the misogynistic newspaper managers, and calls him being upset because he needs his job the Oliver twist routine. Nancy gets a pep talk from her mom, and goes to the hospital. She finds mrs.driscoll having another seizure. The next morning she calls Jon about it. The kids meet up with Nancy and Jon, they discuss what's been going on, Nancy is passive aggressive towards Jon. They go to the hospital, Nancy half apologizes and Jon admits he was wrong about the rats, Nancy makes a comment about never doubting her again(imo this cancels out the apology). They fight the fleshflayer thingie. And go to the mall to try and save the scoops troop. Nancy makes a comment towards robin, that was later clearly written to be jealousy. They all fight the fleshflayer and stuff. Later we cut to Nancy and Jonathon having a talk, they're in love Jon moves away.

S4- Nancy is working at Hawkins post, her colleague Fred and her are discussing a spread, she is irritated with fred. After Chrissy dies, Nancy takes Fred to go report the story, she's irritated with fred. She lies to the police officer to get into the park, she then proceeds to go to every door and ask them questions. She then proceeds to talk to wayne Munson, pursuing her story. After speaking with him, she can't find fred, she goes around searching for him. The next morning we see her getting questioned by the police, she sees Steve's car and realizes something more is going on. Later, the gang is explaining vecna to her at the picnic table. As they all get ready to go to the school, Nancy starts to leave on her own. Robin goes with Nancy, they arrive at the library and Robin is talking through her thoughts and Nancy is extremely annoyed with her. Robin asks if she comes off as rude or condescending, Nancy says no. Robin proceeds to explain that she has trouble with social cues and filters. They go into the archives and begin searching. Robin clarifies that her relationship with Steve is purely platonic, Nancy gets more annoyed with her. Robin then finds the weekly watcher, they find out that Victor thought it was a demon. Nancy receives all the credit for this discovery. After the Mac has her first vision, Nancy and Robin proceed to come up with a plan to talk to Victor Creel. Nancy tells Robin to change clothes, they go to pennhurst. Robin ends up being the one to get them to see Victor, and figure out the music. They radio Dustin and tell him about the music. Nancy is the one to piece together Max's drawing. They proceed to go to the old creel house, Nancy helps Steve clean his hair. When they go through Watergate, Nancy helps to beat up the bats and fix Steve's wound. Nancy finds out the upside down is stuck on the day will went missing. Yadda yadda the finale happens jncy reunites, Steve confesses blah blah.(I'm sorry I got really tired just go watch if you care enough)

So um ion even remember where I was going with this but go check out the stuff @felineincognito said in the comments here because that was some great stuff. My point is that Nancy hasn't shown much growth, constantly screws up and makes things worse, is regularly rude, doesn't really do much for the plot itself, treats people poorly, expects everything and everyone to do everything for her, and yet is constantly treated as though she can do no wrong.

Also this isn't really a TV show thing, more of a fanbase thing. But if a character is just there to be a strong female women with no actual plot or arc, then she is not really a good character. I don't dislike Nancy because she is a woman, I dislike her because of how she has been written.

Nancy Stans who have made it this far, congrats! If you wanna shit on me or my takes, that's cool, but don't do it here, go to your own space with screenshots and/or copy and paste. Don't waste time harassing me, it doesn't hurt anyone if I don't like your favorite character, I'm not harassing you, I'm in my own space expressing my opinion. Please just scroll if you don't agree, this post is not for you. If you are really that pressed about anti Nancy takes, you can always block me or the tag. Please and thank you.

Love you all!

[mazeinthemiroh]

Could you do a stray kids reaction to their gf or s/o being flirtatious with women when tipsy? Love your writing

stray kids reaction to their s/o being drunk + flirting with women

genre: crack!!!, hint of suggestive

word count: 0.8k

warnings: mentions of alcohol/being drunk, suggestive in seungmin's part

author's notes: thanks for the request, hope this is to your liking. have fun reading and enjoy! <3

bangchan

he wouldn't mind it as much compared to if you flirted with a guy. idk he's the type to not be too bothered by other women because he simply doesn't compare himself to them. whereas if you were flirting with a man he might be like 'oh... is he better than me? he's more handsome than me, damn it' etc etc you get the idea. but when he catches you talking up some chic at the club he just laughs knowingly and watches on whilst drinking his own drink. he knows you're always like this when you are drunk anyways.

lee know

similarly to the previous drunk reactions, lee know would find it pretty hilarious! he would record and take videos of you flirting with another woman to show to you when you are sober. he would get you two together and be like "pose for me" as both you and the girl pull this sort of face 🤪 together. then he just sort of leaves you to it, joining his friends and pointing to you, saying "oh i've been ditched by my girlfriend for tonight, she's found her own all by herself!"

changbin

well you'd just be flirting with him and suddenly you see this beautiful girl and your face is like 😍 and his face is like 🤨 as he watches you leave him to go talk to her. he is so confused he's like??? THE AUDACITY????? totally lectures you about it on the car ride home. "y/nnnn you shouldn't be flirting with other people! not even other women! you are mine, mine only," he says with a pout. "and to think i bought all your drinks just before you went off and-" he realises you had fallen asleep during his rant.

hyunjin

hyunjin is just standing there like 'what about me?? :0' regardless of gender, he only wants you flirting with him. so when he sees you completely throwing yourself at some girl you just met he pouts and probably goes to sulk in a corner somewhere lol. when you come back to him, he gives you as much sass as he can possibly muster. "is she prettier than me then, hmm?" which would make you giggle in response before giving him a smooch on the cheek. "yeah she is actuall- NO hyunjin please come back i was only jokiinnnnnng~" "yeah whatever"

han

hannie is extremely amused as he watches you stumble up to this 10/10 woman. like, she is gorgeous. neither of you would be able to pull her. especially if you were drunk of your head. "wassup gorl, wanna d-aaddaance?" you slur your words as you talk to her, trying to remain balanced. han is fighting back tears of laughter whilst watching you get rejected for the tenth time that night. you trudge back to him, sad. "she doesn't like me" you pout. he chuckles and puts an arm around you. "well its a good thing you have a boyfriend who does."

felix

felix has both your drinks in his hands as he watches on to you dancing with some random girl. he probably ends up drinking both drinks because you guys were dancing together for a looonnnngggg time. when you come back to him, breathless and smiling and tipsy as hell, he says with a spike of jealousy "you know i could've danced with you you know?" "yeah but you don't dance like her" which just makes his jaw drop and he's like "BITCH I'M A FULL-TIME DANCER WDYM??" while you giggle like a maniac at his response.

seungmin

like if you were full-on flirting with him in public to the point where its uncomfortable, he just doesn't know what to do or say. but he would rather you be flirting with him like this rather than anyone else take his place. he's furious when he finds you getting all touchy with a girl by the bar area. "y/n what are you doing?" he asks plainly, making you retort in drunk defence, "hey, you said you didn't like me flirting with you so much and i have to have my fun so-" "if you want someone, it should be me," and with that, he takes you firmly by the wrist and leads you out of the club. he's going to have to teach you a lesson tonight.

jeongin

he's kind of a shy boy in this situation. he says hi to the pretty girl your talking to and sort of makes eyes at you that screams 'what are you doing' but he never actually does anything. partly because he doesn't want to spoil your fun and partly because he is lowkey intimidated by the beautiful woman you are now with. he just keeps to himself for the night, or hangs with his friends, but he will glance at you from time to time just to make sure you're ok.

[xmalereader]

Bruce Wayne X Male Reader

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YESS!!! I’ve always wanted to do an artist reader and Bruce meeting! Gives me the opportunity to use this gif now! I know it’s Neil and not Bruce but who care it’s PERFECT FOR THIS SHOT!! 🤪

Requested: hi! may I request a bruce wayne x male!reader where the reader is a popular artist (painter) and they meet at an art exhibit? the reader is also kinda introverted and hates to be in the spotlight so he might meet bruce by accident while searching for a moment of solitude?

Warnings: Fluff, introvert energy, friends to lovers, Bruce loves art, reader is an artist, two introverts, press being a bitch, anonymous artist, fake name.

Tags: @finpau

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He didn’t want to be here. He’s told Alfred many times to always cancel this sort of stuff on his schedule. He doesn’t like attending charity or galas, not after remaining hidden from the public for the past few years. He wasn’t used to people staring and watching him. He’s already been approached by six different people tonight and he’s been dreading it ever since he arrived.

Which is why he’s hiding. He’s been invited to Gothams Art Museum. They were hosting an event for the latest artists work and many of those pieces are to be sold and auctioned. Many rich folk were interested in art, something they can hang in there own homes or companies, to show off to others on the amazing work they bought.

Bruce liked the art work. His mother was a big admirer towards different artists, always purchasing a piece from them and hanging it back at the manor. He remembers the stories she would tell him as a child as the two would sit in front of the painting, his mother pointing out the smallest details and explaining to him what it meant or what it made her feel. He missed those times with her.

He sighs to himself, leaning back against the wall with his hands in his pockets. He peaks around the corner to see the room full of people, talking and drinking. Bruce simply wanted to go back home and lie in bed, ignore Alfred’s protest of him not going to events too often and missing out. Bruce never had time for this stuff and he never enjoyed them either. But he knew Alfred would come after him if he misses out on another event.

So, he collects himself mentally and steps out of hiding. He keeps his head low as he walks into the crowd, dodging people and making his way around the area.

“I heard that Becketts art work is in display, it’s the popular piece tonight and a lot of people are looking into purchasing it.”

Bruce stops in his tracks. He listens into the conversation and raises a brow. Beckett? He’s heard of that name before—well it wasn’t really a name but more of alias. Beckett is one of the most popular artists of all, not many people have heard much about them or have seen them. They like to remain anonymous to the world, not wanting to feel exposed.

Bruce was actually a big fan of there art work. He’s actually boughten a few pieces from them in the past since the majority of them remind him of home. Something about their art work makes him feel at peace. He glanced at the young couple who was discussing about the art work, taking the advantage to continue forward but instead of the idea of heading back home, he instead moves deeper into the museum.

If Beckett was around then that means their art work is too. He wouldn’t want to miss such an exquisite art piece. As he looks around the museum he can’t help but frown, not seeing the familiar painting anywhere.

“Mr. Wayne!”

Bruce hears someone call his name out. He doesn’t turn around or acknowledge his name being called. He begins to panic, moving quickly as he gently shoved passed large groups, apologizing as he continued on.

“Mr. Wayne!”

No, no he isn’t turning around. He didn’t come here to socialize, he was forced to be here. The voice grows faint, moving further away and deeper into the building until he reaches an empty section, hiding behind a wall and leaning against it. He allows himself to breath once he’s isolated.

“I’m guessing you don’t like crowds, huh?”

Bruce is startled by a strangers voice. He looks to his right to see a young man sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall. A glass of champagne in hand as he gives off a faint smile. He looks at the man up and down, taking in his clothes and what he’s wearing. He wasn’t wearing a fancy three piece suit like everyone else, meaning that he wasn’t one of the rich bastards who are attending the event.

“It’s alright, I don’t blame you. I don’t do well in crowds either.” He adds, taking a sip of his drank and setting the glass aside, folding his arms over his chest as he lied his head back, keeping himself relaxed.

“Been to these often?” Bruce suddenly asks, growing curious of the stranger. They give off a shrug, “a few times. I always avoid everyone.” He responds back, tilting his head back as he stares at the ceiling.

The section they are in is closed off to the public, a perfect place to stay hidden. The room falls into silence, a comfortable silence that Bruce appreciates. “I’m guessing you’re alone?” Bruce finds himself asking.

The other looks up and clears his throat, nodding his head in response. Anxiety growing inside of him as he began to fidget with the buttons on his shirt. “I always do—“ he chuckles. “Told myself I’ll only here for the auction part but instead came to the very beginning of the event.”

“Auction? Why’s that?”

He shrugs. “I guess I like seeing the paintings out in the open.”

Bruce hums. “Planning on buying one?”

“God no—I mean no offense to the artists it’s just—so far no piece has gotten my attention yet.” He shyly explains, not wanting to show any hatred towards the artists. He supports their hard work and effort but most of them looked a little ‘easy’ in his opinion. Be clears his throat and asks. “Have you taken any interest?”

Bruce shrugs, leaning back against the wall as he slides down in a sitting position. Sitting a few feet away from the other, the two giving each other space. “I heard that Becketts work was here.”

The other grows tense, his fidgeting coming to a halt as he swallows nervously. “R—really?”

Bruce nods. “I heard that their art work was going to be auctioned and wanted to take a look, but I haven’t been able to find it.”

“That’s because it’s not in display.”

Bruce frowns, turning towards his direction. Making eye contact for a brief second before the other breaks it, looking away in another direction. “Heard that the auctioneers want to display his piece at the end of the auction, wanting the surprise the guests since his artwork is very popular tonight.”

“You said he.” Bruce blurts out, cutting him off. “You know Beckett?”

“Well I—“

“You’ve seen him.”

“I wouldn’t say I know him,” he chuckles out nervously. “He’s a close friend.” He pushes himself to say, knowing that wasn’t true. “He doesn’t usually attend these.” He rubs the back of his neck nervously, avoiding Bruce’s stare.

Bruce knows something isn’t right, but he decides not to say anything about it. The two go back to silence.

“Want me to show you?”

Bruce’s eyes widen, a hint of excitement in his eyes. “Do you have the ability to do that?”

The other nods. “Of course.” He stands from his spot, leaving the glass behind as he adjusted his clothes and says. “Im y/n, by the way.”

“Bruce. Bruce Wayne.” He expects him to already know but what surprise him the most is that Y/n doesn’t react to his name. “It’s nice to meet you Bruce.” Y/n responds back in a soft tone, slowly guiding him further into the restricted area that is closed off to the public.

Bruce is still surprised that the other man doesn’t know who he is. It makes him feel, normal. Not having to deal with questions about his personal life or his family name. No, he’s able to be himself around Y/n without having to pretend. He follows behind Y/n, glancing around the room as they approach an open area.

“There it is.” He hears Y/n whisper, standing in front of a large painting. Bruce stares in awe as he takes in the details, remembering his mothers words.

“Whenever you see a painting you like, take notice of the smallest details. Most painters love to leave secrets behind in their work.”

Bruce smiles at the memory. “So…what do you think?” Y/n asks, standing near him as he too stares at the painting. “It’s beautiful.” Bruce whispers out, stepping closer as he takes in the art work. “I always liked Becketts work.”

Y/n chokes. “You do?”

Bruce nods, his focus still remaining on the painting. “He always finds a unique way to express his feelings. For example this one—“ he points to a particular part of the work. “The way he uses dark colors to express his emotions of loneliness and fear.” He sighs. “I admire his work because it reminds me of home, after I lost my parents I always caught myself looking at his art work. Reminding me the hard times I faced alone, until I found the light again.” He continues to express his opinion. Not knowing that Y/n stood behind him with a deeply blush on his cheeks. His face growing bright red.

“That’s—“ he hears Y/n choke out, holding back his own tears of joy? Sadness? He honestly doesn’t know what he’s feeling. “That’s very impressive.” He finally says, looking away once Bruce turns to face him.

His tears don’t go unnoticed by him. “Did I say something wrong?” Worry began to fill him as Y/n shakes his head. “No! You didn’t say anything wrong it’s just—I’ve never heard anyone express there feelings towards a piece like that before.” He chuckles out.

Bruce gives him a smile. “My mother taught me that all art is to be enjoyed in various ways. She knew a lot about it.”

“She sounds lovely.” Y/n whispers, focusing back on the art work. “We should head back, they’ll be auctioned the piece soon.” He adds. Bruce had forgotten about the event, too engrossed with the painting and his conversation with Y/n.

“Right.” He murmured to himself, giving the art work one last glance before turning around and following after Y/n. The two walk back towards the main event, the sound of laughter and music growing louder as they got closer.

Y/n is the first to stop, standing a far distance from the exit. “I—“ he turns to Bruce. “Thank you for the company.” He whispers. “Most of these events I come alone so, it was nice to have someone to speak too.” Honesty dripping in his voice.

“I should thank you too.” Bruce responds back, glancing at the exit before asking. “Why don’t you join me for the rest of the night?” He offers. “We can keep each other company.”

Y/n gaps. “Really?”

Bruce grins, offering his arm to Y/N. “Why not?” He says. “Shall we?”

Y/n glanced at Bruce’s offered arm, hesitating at first until his fingers wrap around his arm, holding onto him like a life line. The two were anxious when alone but together their able to face the crowds. It’s bruce who takes the first step, pulling them back into the main event.

Bruce is the one to catch the attention of many, he holds himself back from groaning in irritation as many couples approach them.

“Mr. Wayne! It’s lovely to see you tonight, who’s your friend?” A young women asks, a flirty smile on her face as she bats her lashes at him. Bruce has dealt with many women like her before. He opens his mouth to respond but is quickly beaten by y/n. “He’s my partner tonight.” He flashes her a fake smile, chuckling at her shock. “We haven’t gone out in days, isn’t that right darling?”

Bruce stares at him in shock, the sudden anxious and quiet man he knew was suddenly gone. He’s confused at first until he sees the desperate look in his eyes, finally understanding. His face breaks out into a fake smile, turning towards the women. “That’s right, this is my partner Y/n. He’s to be joining me tonight, so if you’ll excuse me.” He gently passes by her and drags Y/n away.

The two hiding behind a curtain. Y/n is the first to burst out laughing, covering his mouth with his hand. “I’m sorry about that but her reaction was priceless.” He whispers, shaking his head in laughter. Bruce can’t help but laugh along with him. “She was a bit surprised.”

“A bit? She looked like she wanted to take you home.” Said Y/n. “I noticed how uncomfortable you looked so I had no choice but to save you.” He chuckles. The two remain hidden behind the curtain, knowing that they’ll have to show there faces again.

Bruce turns to Y/n a sudden though in mind. “I don’t want to frighten you but the press is out there and they’ll soon takes notice of us. They’ll think we’re going out.” He winced out, forgetting how pushy the press can be once they spot an interesting story to tell.

Y/n is able to calm himself before responding back. “I know, I figured that will happen once I said something to her.” He leans back. “I understand if it makes you feel uncomfortable, I’ll find a way to sneak out of the event so that you don’t have to deal with the situation.”

“No, it’s alright I’m actually enjoy myself tonight.” Bruce reassured him, not wanting him to think that he hated his presence. He actually enjoyed y/n’s company, he made him comfortable. “Shall we continue pretending to be married?” Bruce asks, a flirtatious tone in his voice as he held his hand out for him.

Y/n grins, taking his hand. “Of course, Mr. Wayne.” Bruce chuckles again, pulling them out of hiding and back into the public eyes. The two spend majority of the night holding fake smiles and laughter to everyone they spoke with until the auction is called to a start. Everyone was bidding would be seated next the front stage where they began to reveal the different art work.

Both Y/n and Bruce are seated in the back. Y/n wasn’t purchasing any art work, like he told Bruce he wanted to admire it from afar and see which art works catch his attention. Bruce on the other hand was planning on purchasing a piece, preparing himself for the art work he had his eye on.

“Now, ladies and gentlemen. Tonight we have a special art work that was created by none other than Beckett.” The auctioneer says, holding his hand out as two other people pulled out the framed art work. Y/n’s work is presented to the public, murmurs and whispers are heard as they began the bidding.

“Will start at $5,000!” Y/n winced. “$5,000 sure is a lot.” He whispers to himself, still not used to the fact of his paintings being sold for such a high price. Not even the material he uses is worth that much.

“$6,000!

“$8,000!”

“10!”

The numbers are slowly increasing, everyone shouting at the same time as they fought for the painting. Y/n has been to many of these auctions before, he never expected people to go crazy for his art work.

He keeps his head down, listening to the numbers increasing and the shouting get louder. He just wanted this to be over and to head home, back in bed where he can lie down in his own bed—

“$1 million.”

“What?!” Y/n is pulled out of his thoughts, eyes wide as he looks at Bruce. Who sat next to him with a calm expression, placing his bid as the room grows silent “One million from mister Wayne, going once.” Everyone whispers. “Going twice.” No one else is bidding, y/n looks around in shock as Bruce sits back in his seat, arms crossed with a satisfied smile on his face.

“Sold! To Mr. Wayne.”

Y/n gasps, sliding down in his seat. Still processing on what just happened. Holy shit, he’s sold many paintings before but none of them were ever sold for this much, what the hell is he suppose to do with a million dollars?!

Bruce stands from his seat, buttoning up his blazer he turns to y/n. “Coming?” He questions.

Y/n stares. “What?”

“You coming? I’m going to pay for the art work and then probably head home early. I can offer you a ride?” Bruce insisted. “Yeah—sure.” Y/n stands from his seat and follows Bruce out. He watches in silence as Bruce pays for art work and instructs them to mail it to him. They later escape the event and getting inside his car.

Bruce is driving in silence, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel and glancing at y/n every few seconds. Suddenly growing worried for him. “You alright?”

“I will be.” Y/n stammers, focusing on the outside world as Bruce drove him home. He was still thinking about the events that took place during the auction. He still can’t believe that bruce purchased his art work for such a high price.

“We’re here.” Bruce pulls him out of his thoughts, upon arriving to his house. “Oh.” He says softly in realization as Bruce steps out of the car and helps him out, opening the door for him. Y/n is shocked. “Wow, not many men do that for me.”

“I guess I’m still gentleman.” Bruce chuckles, helping Y/n out and sighing deeply to himself. “I really enjoyed tonight. It’s the first time I’ve ever enjoyed something without being bombarded with questions and interviews.” Bruce nervously taps his fingers against his side, watching y/n who returns his smile.

“Me too, I enjoyed myself tonight. Thank you Bruce.” He bids him a soft goodnight, turning his back on Bruce as he heads towards his home. Bruce doing the same, placing his hand on the door handle. Gripping it tightly, his knuckles going white as he groans to himself and turns around.

Y/n also stands by the entrance, biting his lip nervously as he turns around.

“Would you like to go on a date?”

“Would you like to go on a date?“

They both say in unison, shocking one another. The two laugh at the surprise before responding to each other question.

“How does tomorrow sound?” Bruce is the first to ask. “Tomorrow sounds perfect, I’ll see you at noon.” Y/n waves him off, unlocking his front door and storming inside. He slams the door shut and leans against it, panic and excitement settling in. Did he just ask someone out? Yes, yes he did.

When Bruce arrived home, the first thing he does is land face first into the sofa. Listening to the fire pop as he asks himself. Did he just get himself a date? “How was the event?” Alfred asks, popping out or nowhere and startling Bruce.

He sits up on the couch and smiles. “It was—it was perfect.” He tells him. “I actually enjoyed myself.” He murmurs, noticing Alfred eye brow raise and smirking at him. “I’m glad to you enjoyed your night.”

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Business or Pleasure?

Summary: A mission leads Natasha to an old friend.

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow x Fem!Spider!Reader

Genre: Fluff and Angst

Warnings: blood, poison, choking by blood.

Requested: yes/NO

Words: 2,043

A/N - You’re kinda like Spider-Gwen, but much darker and deadlier 🤪

*not my gifs*

"Natasha, status."

The Widow sat perched up high on the building opposite her target, watching as Steve rose through the glass elevator in front of her, facing her in his uniform.

"In position." She echoed back.

She watched him nod once before he turned back around, the elevator stopping to let in a woman Nat had not seen in the research of the HYDRA facility before her.

She pulled out her phone and hacked into the elevator camera, not even needing to scan her face as it was none other than you, Y/N Wayne.

The only other billionaire she knew.

The elevator stopped again for you to get out, disappearing from sight as Steve continued up the side of the building.

"Natasha." He asked calmly.

She briefly shocked herself out of her thoughts and confirmed the coast was clear before continuing to follow you along the security cameras. She watched as you pulled out your phone and dialled a number, unrecognisable by the speed of your thumbs.

"Good evening, Natasha." Your voice gravelled through the comms and she stilled.

"Y/N." She greeted you.

"Pray tell why your little Captain Blondie is coming into the building I own?"

"I know you already know the reason, Wayne."

"Eu contraire, Romanoff. I am simply the CEO of a billion-dollar company that bought the building when Hulk destroyed it. Nobody saw it coming. Or did they?" Your laugh chuckled through before Nat looked down at the camera footage on her wrist.

You were staring at the camera she had selected.

"Have a good night, Natasha. Don't let Wonder Boy destroy too much of my building."

The cameras and the phone call clicked out in sync and Nat looked up at the building.

"Steve, I'm blind."

"Then get up here quickly!" She heard him yell through a flurry of punches and she shot out a grappling hook onto the side of the building.

As she swung, however, a white, green and black body bashed into her with their own form of swinging… 

Web?

"Watch where you're swinging, Romanoff!" You muffled through your mask.

Of course you had made yourself a suit. Just like your brother.

"Get me up there and I'll buy you an apology drink." The Widow pleaded as she hung next to the building by the mechanism around her waist.

"Hold on tight." You remarked.

Nat did just that and you shot out two webs by your wrists, pulling back momentarily before you were sling-shotted up the side of the building and right into the line of fire. You threw herself against the glass and it smashed easily, the fight between HYDRA agents and Captain America ceasing momentarily.

"Come on, guys. Can't we talk this out?" You quipped behind your grey mask, two lenses for eyes that shifted with the movement of your eyelids as you raised one eyebrow.

As the fight continued, you watched bullets rip through walls and ceilings whilst Steve soon began to throw people through those instead.

"Alright, stop destroying my building." Your wrists flung out and huge webs tangled the HYDRA agents and subsequently, Steve.

"What the hell?!" He yelled in protest.

"You can stand electricity, right?" You asked Steve and he nodded, a small device attaching to the webs before a painful shock was delivered to the agents.

"Alright, good talk guys." You grumbled through your mask.

"No it wasn't." One of them groaned before his head rolled back out of consciousness.

You held out your hand and your nails stretched out as small talons, dragging them along the web holding Steve before the silk withered away and he was free.

He looked up at you. "Thanks for that…”

"Arachni." You excused yourself with your 'hero' name and nodded once to Nat.

"See you in a minute, Romanoff." You saluted playfully as you jumped back out of the window, twisting on your hip until you swung away into the night.

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"Miss Wayne, you have a visitor."

"Send them in, Lani." You replied on the buzzer and the hairs on the back of your neck stood up as the door opened.

"Good afternoon, Miss Romanoff. How can I help you?" You sat back in your large chair and sipped on the small shot of bourbon in a glass.

"You know, drinking on the job is frowned upon." The Widow sat down in the chair opposite you, full SHIELD gear covering every skin cell but her hands, neck and face.

"Can't be fired from a company when your family owns all of the shares. What are you here on, Miss Romanoff? Business or pleasure?" You asked, placing the drink down.

"Unfortunately, business." Nat responded as she slapped a file down on your desk.

"We were searching for this man last night in your building. He was not there. Care to tell us any information you know of him?"

You picked up the file and skimmed through it, your eyes keeping up with the quick pace before you swiftly pulled out the photo of the target Nat was after.

"Ulysses Klaue. Yeah, I've heard of him. Sold him a bunch of stuff in a convention a while back." You murmured, mostly to yourself.

"We need to find him. Quickly." Natasha stated, folding her arms.

"Here." You held out a small device and Nat reached for it, but you quickly swiped it back.

"I wanna come." You bartered.

"Done. Now give." She made a gimme motion.

You held it out again and Nat swiped it before you could think of pulling back - not that you wanted to.

"You put a tracker in him?" The Widow scoffed playfully.

"Of course. He threatened my brother - I was going to kill him eventually. It was fun to watch him run around like a little scaredy-cat when I would hack into his systems." You chuckled as you stood, pressing a button on the small remote next to your closed laptop and the TV on the left wall turned on. 

A dark-mode version of the world map appeared, trackers all over the world blinking as small colourful dots.

"And what do the colours mean?" Nat asked as she walked closer, inspecting it.

You tucked your hands into the pocket of your suit as you followed behind Nat. "Green means ally or friend. Amber means someone on the fence, like a whistle-blower or a concern. Red means enemy."

"There's a lot of red." Natasha remarked.

"I tend to have a lot of enemies." You shrugged as Nat turned towards you. "Both as Arachni and Y/N Wayne."

"I can tell. Miss Luthor is gunning for your building since we messed it up last night." Nat smirked softly at you, to which you simply rolled your eyes.

"Lena is a greenie. Besides, she is but a few million dollars. My brother and I's wealth is over $80 billion. I might give it to her for free, considering it is worth over five times herself." You sipped on your bourbon again.

"Why have so much cost to such a small, dinky building?" Nat leaned against the table whilst you rolled your eyes.

"Natasha. If my brother was so dumb to hide his base in our little manor, how does a woman like me find a hiding place of her own? How does a woman hide from the spotlight?" You questioned.

"She hides in the shadows of men." The Widow reiterated her training before realisation hit her like a truck.

"Vy ne edinstvennaya dezertirovavshaya vdova. (You are not the only defected Widow.)" You smirked before you pulled your hair away from your shoulder as well as your suit, a brand revealing on your chest.

An hourglass with a slice splitting it vertically in half was burned into your skin.

"So, defect, how are we supposed to catch Klaue?" Natasha smirked.

You grinned. "With my help, of course. After all, a spider's much more patient than a bat."

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You sat with Nat on the rooftop, just like the week before, and the two of you made small talk whilst you waited for your tracker in Ulysses to move from the meeting room.

"So, Y/N Wayne." Nat started.

"Yes, that is my name." You smirked back as your mask pooled around your neck.

"Why fight crime alone? Shouldn't you be out fighting with your brother in Gotham?"

"Gotham isn't big enough for two Wayne's. If I was there at the start, the Joker wouldn't have killed Harleen." You were saddened slightly at the memories that flooded forth at her name before the emotion passed.

"I'm sorry about her death. Truly." Natasha apologised.

"We both know, Natasha, that people like us are not destined for love." You flicked out your talons as you traced along your skin, the sensation calming you.

"Are those real?" Nat pointed to them and you looked up at her.

You took off your gloves and flexed out your wrist, three flaps of skin visible before the light pressure against your palm caused you to fire a web behind Nat's head and into a chimney.

"Of course it is. They spliced my genes with a spider." You reminisced.

"Sorry. Forgot about that old procedure. They cut it out before they took me - something about too many defects or deaths in the labs to replenish the deaths in the field." Nat smirked at the first part but saddened as well at the last part.

An alert to your tracking device made you pull your gloves back on, immediately tapping away as you leaned back on your chair and balanced on the back two feet.

"Klaue's done with his meeting. He'll be down in precisely twenty-two seconds." You reported.

"Best we swing on down there." Nat smirked as you wrapped a hand around her waist and shot out a web to the building, slinging you both down towards the car before you pressed twice against fake ear piercings.

Your super-suit folded away with nanotechnology, revealing a dark green suit, a white dress shirt underneath and black dress shoes as you walked up to the sketchy man.

"Ahh. Miss Wayne. So good to see you." He greeted you shakily.

"Ulysses." You addressed him formally, trying to keep your anger to yourself.

"So, about the whole 'I'm going to kill your brother if you don't build me a new arm'... d'you think we can hush that over and you can help me out?" He spoke hurriedly as gunshots fired in the levels above him.

"I don't know, Klaue. Family comes first in my world, and you threatened it." You stepped closer to him and he stepped back.

"Al-Al-Alright, no need to get hasty. Dwaas. (Fool.)"  He murmured the last part to himself, but your hearing caught it.

"Jy verwar dwaasheid met intelligensie. (You confuse foolishness with intelligence.)" You hissed at him in his native language and he jumped lightly.

"Now, now, I didn't mean it." He backed away from you.

"Oh, but you did. I can hear your heartbeat lying, Ulysses." You flicked out your talons and dragged them across his face, poison leaking into his skin and it burned away at his flesh.

"What... What the hell are you?!" He howled in pain as the veins of his face turned a sickly shade of yellow whilst the sclera of his eyes did the same.

"The last thing you'll see on this planet." You swiped your hand through his neck, severing his trachea and poisoning his system whilst he writhed on the ground before coming to a stop.

"What about justice?" Nat spoke from behind you.

"Justice is Superman's gimmick." You huffed as you cleaned the blood off of your fingers.

"Is it wrong to say that your whole stunt just then was kinda hot?" The Widow moved closer to you.

"No. I am known to be quite captivating." You let Natasha kiss your cheek softly before you held your wrist out to the open air.

"Hopefully the next time you visit my office, your business is for pleasure."

"You still owe me a drink." Nat smirked.

"I guess I do." You chuckled.

You shot off once your web landed on the side of a building, your suit coming back onto your body as you swung up into the dark night.

[reidsaurora]

POV: Your Instagram If You Were Dating Spencer Reid (part two)

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yn.yln alexa, play drunk on a plane by dierks bentley

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bbygirlpg aahhh, have fun in Vegas, lovers!

reiditandweep just to clarify, i did NOT drink anything on the plane. i was just severely sleep-deprived

↳ yn.yln that's not what the bill said 🙄✋️

morgan.derek have fun, you two! say hey to Mama Reid for us!

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yn.yln happy birthday, lover boy! i'm still upset you wouldn't wear the bday boy pin i bought you but i suppose i can forgive you bc you're just so darn cute! love you endlessly, libra baby!

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thedavidrossi happy birthday, kid! don't drink too much without your old man

emprentiss hbd, my bday twin! have fun, kiddo!

bbygirlpg habby birfday!! i heard tell that ur favorite tech analyst might be doing something for ur bday when u get back 👀

↳ yn.yln shhh, that was supposed to be a secret

↳ bbygirlpg @/yn.yln oops?

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yn.yln i guess what happens in Vegas can't always stay in Vegas 🥲

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jenjareau can't wait for you guys to get back! we miss you!

↳ yn.yln we need to take a couples' trip next time with you and Will!

↳ dralexblake @/yn.yln can me and James join? 😅

↳ morgan.derek @/yn.yln what about me and Sav 👀

kcallahan ok but what is he wearing

↳ yn.yln he said he wanted to "fit in with the locals"

↳ kcallahan @/yn.yln LOL as if he isn't one of them

reiditandweep what she isn't showing you is the 1,632 candids she took of me where i looked goofy

↳ yn.yln i didn't take ~that~ many pictures

↳ missgreenaway u always look goofy wym

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yn.yln curse you @/bbygirlpg for inviting a therapy dog to work as Spencer's late bday gift because now i have baby (puppy) fever

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reiditandweep we are NOT getting a dog

↳ yn.yln correction, you might not be getting a dog, but i certainly will be 🤪

↳ reiditandweep @/yn.yln i'll kick u and the dog out

↳ emprentiss THE ABSOLUTE DRAMA HAPPENING RIGHT BEFORE MY EYES

↳ bbygirlpg @/emprentiss ik!! the tea is being spilled 🤭

aaronhotch Jess just got a puppy for when Jack comes to stay with her, you're welcome to come and play with her!

↳ yn.yln bless you, Aaron Hotchner

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yn.yln alsgaldgaksfaksf

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reiditandweep i thought i told you not to share this with anyone

↳ yn.yln no habla inglés

↳ reiditandweep @/yn.yln se suponía que no debías compartir esto con nadie

↳ yn.yln @/reiditandweep ... uh i can explain?

doclewis this feels like i shouldn't have seen it

↳ reiditandweep you weren't supposed to 😐

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yn.yln him: *ordering a smoothie* me: 🥵

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morgan.derek hey isn't that the book he fell asleep reading on the plane?

↳ yn.yln 👀

jenjareau what's his order? the masses wanna know

↳ yn.yln some chocolate and banana smoothie. even at a smoothie place he can't eat healthy

↳ reiditandweep @/yn.yln shhh, stop spilling my secrets

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yn.yln family shenanigans

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reiditandweep i look awful in this picture

↳ yn.yln you look so hot, shut up

↳ doclewis @/yn.yln 🤢

bbygirlpg random but i love boy wonder's sweater

↳ yn.yln he thrifted it 🥰

emprentiss real talk tho, me and @/lukealvez look so cute in this pic

↳ lukealvez as always 😌

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yn.yln funny how this time a year ago, we were eating dinner at an Olive Garden at 9 p.m. on a Friday night, dressed in renaissance attire. time flies (and sails) when you're having as much fun as a fairy (or a pirate)

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dralexblake this night was so fun! can't wait to do again this year!

↳ yn.yln words cannot describe how excited i am to do it again, Lady Alexandria and Sir James!

kcallahan entering his Jack Sparrow era

↳ yn.yln entering my Elizabeth Swann era 😌💅

missgreenaway yeah yeah, this is cute and all but i'm DYING over the guy in the bg

↳ yn.yln LMAO he's just like 👁👄👁

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yn.yln some baby Spence to cleanse the feed

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morgan.derek drop his soundcloud!!

thedavidrossi back when the kid really was a kid

missgreenaway pls i thought this was shawn from boy meets world

↳ yn.yln LMAO U RIGHT

reiditandweep why do i look like i'm trying to be sexy

↳ yn.yln guess you've just always been sexy 😘

↳ doclewis @/yn.yln things i am: uncomfy

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yn.yln "do you have 11 protons? because you're sodium fine"

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reiditandweep I TOLD YOU TO PICK A DIFFERENT CAPTION, WOMAN!! CHANGE IT!!

↳ yn.yln for context, i asked him for a science-related caption and this is what he came up with

↳ yn.yln but no, i will not be changing it bc it's cute

lukealvez this looks like it was taken in a therapist's office

↳ yn.yln it was, we're receiving couples therapy bc he refuses to give me a baby (puppy)

↳ reiditandweep @/lukealvez she's lying, we are not receiving couples therapy

↳ yn.yln @/reiditandweep we will be if u don't give me a baby

aaronhotch the caption feels risqué for boy genius 😂

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double trouble - mason mount (ft declan rice)

“Wren, baby, I need you to stay still.” Mason puffed out a breath at the wriggling little girl who was trying her hardest to break free of his hold, her head whipping from side to side. He’d had a pig tail to the eye three times in less than a minute because she refused to stay still while he fasted her little pink and white coat.

“But I wanna find Isaac.” She whined, tugged away as Mason tried to fix the gloves on her little hands, his efforts not going unnoticed by you. You crouched down beside him and gently brushed your finger over Wren’s cheek to get her attention.

“Uncle Dec said they’ll wait for us, they aren’t going to go in without you.” The three of you were stood just outside of Mason’s car, just a few minutes walk from the fireworks display you were going to see with Declan, Lauren and their little boy. Wren had been babbling none stop since this morning about seeing Isaac again, despite the fact she’d only seen him three days ago and you knew the two of them together tonight was going to be trouble.

Mason managed to successfully wrap Wren up in all her clothing and tapped the end of her nose with a teasing grin. “See, Missy, that wasn’t so hard was it?” Wren ignored him but slipped her hand through his, turning to take yours as well, starting to tug you both towards the entrance to the display.

"We'll miss the fireworks if we don't be quick."

As predicted, Wren and Isaac were inseparable the entire night, neither of them standing still for more than a minute at a time and Mason was convinced two children had never been more of a handful. He was standing with Declan as they watched them play pretend fighting with two sticks they'd found on the floor.

"Y'know Wren hasn't shut up about tonight? I'm sure she's starting to like Isaac more than she likes me." Mason had his fingers wrapped around the paper cup of hot chocolate he'd bought for his daughter and he carefully blew into it, gaze darting to his best friend.

"There's nothing better than a Rice and Mount duo." He teased, face contorting when he watched Isaac thud to the floor. "Y'alright mate?" The little boy nodded at his question of concern and lightly poked Wren's arm before running off towards you and Lauren where you were stood leaning against a bench a few feet away.

"I'm definitely not looking forward to when they grow up. Can we make sure we don't put them in the same schools because they'll cause absolute hell for the teachers." Declan snorted at this and gave a slight shake of his head, gaze glued to his son who was now attempting to piggy back Wren over to the two of them.

"I'm dreading having to deal with him, he's already a handful now, he's gonna have my eyes out." Isaac and Wren tumbled slightly into their fathers legs, giggling and pushing each other and Mason fixed Wren's little hat as she looked up at him.

"Can I have my hot chocolate now, daddy?" She leant her body against his leg, one hand clutched into the fabric of his joggers and Mason sent her a soft smile before crouching to her level. He held the hot chocolate in front of her, her body braced against one of his legs.

"See if it's cool enough then." He kept his hand around the cup as she slowly tipped it to her mouth and took a small sip and then she was nodding, pulling the drink completely away from him.

"It's good now. When will the fireworks be on?" Wren moved so she could cuddle into Mason's arms as he stayed crouched on the ground, her little hand reaching to grasp his leg. He brushed his fingers over her back and then around her waist to pull her closer, his lips pressing a soft kiss to her cold cheek.

"Should be in a few minutes, Uncle Dec got you some ear defenders." Wren frowned at this, glancing between her father and Declan who was busy tying Isaac's shoe laces.

"Ear defenders?"

"Yeah so the loud bangs don't hurt your ears." Declan rifled through the bag he was carrying and after securely placing a pair on Isaacs ears, he settled another pair over Wren's hair, tapping the end of her nose teasingly when he was done.

“You look like a little builder.” This made Wren giggle, one hand reaching up to pat one side of the protective wear. Her lips suddenly tilted into a smirk identical to Mason’s and she motioned Isaac over hand her father the hot chocolate.

Mason lifted himself into a standing position, gaze darting to his watch just as an announcement rang out through some speakers that they were about to start the display. He watched you and Lauren make your way over, mouth opening so he could ask if you wanted to order food for afterwards but he was interrupted by Wren’s yelling.

“You smell!” She shouted it with a giggle into Isaac’s face and the other boy smothered a laugh behind his hand before getting closer to Wren.

“You smell worse!” Mason couldn’t hold back his eye roll when his daughter poked her tongue out and then tried to tackle Isaac to the floor. Their giggles tumbled over each other, Wren’s becoming increasingly more high pitched when he started tickling her.

“The amount of energy they have when they’re together is alarming.” You mumbled sliding up against Mason’s side, humming when he kissed your head.

“Y/N, me and Mase were one hundred times worse than this.”

“It’s true, people hated us being in the same room.” Declan playfully dig his foot into Isaac’s side, nodding his head in Wren’s direction. “All pile on.”

“Dec, no, Wren please leave Isaac alone.” Your daughter pouted at you, clearly not happy that you weren’t letting her listen to Declan.

“I’m not even doing anything.”

“Stop pouting and come here, fireworks are starting.” This had her lips tilting immediately into a smile and she bounced over to settle herself against Mason’s legs. She took hold of both of his hands, her arms stretched to the side as she swung them slightly.

“Can Isaac come to our house next week?” Wren tilted her head back so she was looking at Mason upside down, her eyes darting between you and her father. You brushed some of the fallen strands back off her forehead and made sure the ear defenders were situated properly before nodding.

“If he wants to.” Wren grinned and did a little happy dance that was cut short by the first firework lighting up the sky. Her head fell back again to watch it, a soft sound of awe pulling from her lips and then she let go of Mason’s hands to clap.

“Look! That one’s pink!” She turned her head to make sure both you and Mason were watching and her smile brightened. “I like that one.”

“Yeah? How about we all choose our favourite when it’s finished?” Wren nodded at that and then was once again fixated on the sky, her mouth slightly open and Mason couldn’t stop the swell of his heart at how adorable she was. He could hear Declan explaining to Isaac how the fireworks actually work but he knew fine fact the little boy didn’t care and was only interested in the colours.

Wren was utterly captivated by the lights, giggling and pointing every now and then as she babbled to Mason about how pretty it all looked. Halfway through the display Declan disappeared and then came back with two sparklers, handing one carefully to Wren. Mason knelt down beside her again to help steady her hand while Declan lit both hers and Isaac’s sparklers.

“Look, Isaac I can spell your name.” Wren made a sloppy attempt at spelling his name, her hand a little clumsy and she missed out the second A but she beamed up at Declan when she’d done it. “Uncle Dec, did you see.”

“I did, you’re getting smarter and smarter aren’t you?” Wren nodded and started drawing shapes in the air, Mason’s smile soft as he watched the look of wonder on her face. This wasn’t Wren’s first fireworks display but it seemed the older she got, the more excited over the fireworks she was.

Her sparkler went out and she let Declan take it from her, her soft thank you making Mason’s heart melt and then she turned to him, hand reaching up to tug his shirt.

“Daddy, I’m cold.” Her lips formed a pout, her body pushing against Mason’s legs as though she could bury herself into him and he gave a soft cooing noise low in his throat.

“Want my coat?” He asked and she nodded, rubbing at her eye with her knuckles and Mason knew almost instantly that she was getting tired. As he unzipped his blue Chelsea encrusted puffer he shared a look with you, both of your understanding Wren would probably fall asleep as soon as you got her to the car, if not sooner.

Mason wrapped Wren up in the much too large coat, her entire body getting lost in it and she laughed as her arms disappeared, mumbling to you about how warm it was. He zipped it up the front and made sure she was tucked safely inside before lifting her up with him, settling her on his hip while they went back to watching the fireworks. Wren tucked her head against Mason’s shoulder and made a quiet noise whenever she saw an extra pretty firework.

Her breathing started to even out and just as the display was ending you noticed she’d fallen asleep. Mason’s eyebrows drew together in confusion when you reached out to brush her cheek.

“She’s sleeping.” Wren had snuggled her face completely into Mason’s neck, her soft breaths fluttering against his skin and he held her bundled up body closer against his chest. He dropped a kiss against the top of her head just as Declan glanced over.

He craned his neck to see whether she was just hiding her face but then gave a soft laugh when he realised she was asleep. “I swear she’s like Mason reincarnated, he can fall asleep anywhere no matter the noise.”

“Sleep is important. We’re gonna head out yeah, get Wren home before she gets a cold or something.” Declan just nodded in understanding and leant in to give her a soft kiss on the back of her head while Mason fist bumped Isaac. “Pick you on Sunday morning, buddy? I’ll take you both swimming.”

Isaac nodded enthusiastically while pulling the ear defenders off his head, letting you pull him into a hug. “See you Sunday, Uncle Mase. Tell Wren I’m gonna bring my new Spiderman toys to show her.”

Mason ruffled the little boys hair and then after saying your quick goodbyes the two of you made your way back to his car, Mason careful not to jostle his sleeping daughter. He kept her tucked up in his coat even as he fasted her into her car seat and gently peeled her ear defenders. He leant down and pressed a feather light kiss against her forehead, smiling when her nose scrunched and she snuggled further into his coat.

“Sweet dreams, princess.”

[theshelbyclan]

oh, love!! little family quarrels that decided to develop themselves right before i left hahah.

i would say it is mainly my father’s fault. he used to be good, up until a certain point… i think i was 12? 13? dk, just really young.

i have an older brother (one he never even acknowledged, probs because he had him at 16), and a little sister who just turned 12 - that little girl is my whole world 🥹 all of us have the same dad/different moms dynamic, and with the exception of my brother we were forced to see him every week as kids.

with that image in mind, it’ll be easier to paint the picture for you: he got back to drinking and mistreating his children when i was just about to become a teenager. my brother was living in Japan, so i was the only one left to protect my sister from the things he’d say… she was a baby, she didn’t need that energy.

i started to have a mind of my own and often yelled back, oh boy was that the wrong thing to do in front of him 😅 never turned out well for me lol.

funniest thing was: he started becoming an actual father to my little sister. he was good, didn’t drink around her, bought her everything she wanted. don’t get me wrong, i am more than happy for her! she doesn’t even remember how he is with me… but you’d understand how that stings a bit, right?

he and i spent years without talking. i would see my whole family but he wouldn’t see me. he despised me with all his being.

before leaving, i spent 3 weeks with my aunt, little sis and cousins in Rio. got back to my hometown and stopped at his place to spend the afternoon - probably 7 years after not talking and feeling like shit - and he did not even look my way. i swear, honey, he ignored me like i wasn’t even there. and i tried everything.

he blames me for the state of our relationship. i know that. but i tried to forgive him and rebuild something and he, the fully grown adult, didn’t find it in him to do so. i’m almost 20 now, and i hate the feeling of ‘daddy doesn’t love me anymore’.

then again, every time he opens his mouth i wanna punch him lol. sexist, homophobic, racist comments that always have me asking my badass mom what the fuck did she have in mind - fun fact: she was drunk and trying to make her ex jealous 😂 i adore her.

my sis sent me a screenshot of a message he sent to her saying some of the mean things he used to say to me, and that ticked me off like a bomb. she is an angel who refuses to see his bad side, and i will never let him fuck her mind up like he did mine and my brother’s - so you can imagine how nice i was to him, right?

btw, did you see the age coincidence there? she’s the exact same as i was. the age when you start having your own opinions and little to no filters? yeahhhhhhh….. funnyyyyyyyy…..

when i was boarding the plane, i sent a pic of my passport and my drink to the family group chat and he had the guts to gaslight me saying that i was awful because i didn’t say goodbye. i said “daddy dearest, remember the afternoon i spent at your house with the fam and you wouldn’t talk to me? that was my goodbye. everyone else in this group got one, except you. ain’t it funny????? 🤪🤪”

i got blocked lmaooooooooo

there’s some shit with my ex stepdad in-between all of that too. ya girl’s got double daddy issues!!! 😂

i’m so sorry i got carried away and this has become a freaking biography. thank you so much for allowing me to get this off my chest, love. you have no idea how much it helped just to finally talk about it… mum usually just brushes me off :/

and the final plot lol: yesterday was father’s day in Brazil. HA!

-🦦❤️

Oh love, your family sounds like a bit of a mess... that can’t be easy. Good for you for looking out for your sister, and I’m glad your father’s different with her, but yeah, I imagine that stings... your mum sounds pretty cool though 😂

But yeah, my inbox is always open if you need to get things out babes, hope you know that ❤️ sending you all my love! 😘😘

[raisaumexique]

13/06/2022

tulum

part 2

i joined mon gadjo qui faisait des bangerz sur son ordi, and was like are you ready to go ?? he was like first eat the dinner i made you. i was like yes hihi. after eating we started getting cuddly ++ and i checked my messages and sas that during my nap he had reserved a private room for us 👀👀👀. DÉPASSÉE par les événements because i had already promised people i was going out i was like uhhhhh poto what is this. he was super chill and like yeah it’s okay don’t worry go out go enjoy your last night but i’m tired i’m staying in… all this while having me une bombe atomique in his arms. y’a pas wesh. i was like ???? troy bolton hesitating between basketball and music enft. like should i get the ride of my life or should i go shake my ass with my friends. being a gemini moon i hesitated long then i remembered that annabelle and jovan didn’t have any service and were going to meet me at the club. so i told mi novio that i was going out and he was like as you should queen i’ll be waiting for you in the hammock don’t worry. i was like are you sure ??? go to sleep i might come home late (jpp) he was like yeah i’m sure go have fun. so i headed out with luna to the club, horny af excuse my french. jovan joined us there and it was really fun the music wasn’t trash and we got wasted. guess who else was there ptdr ? agustin the other hot argentinian guide that i had my eyes on when i first arrived in the hostel. now as the saying goes : i’m a homie hopper till i die. agustin was there for a photograph job and he bought me drinks and he danced with me and we were trying to be good but once a hoe always a hoe so when the club eventually closed i made out with him 🤪🤪. we were both like hihi let’s keep this a secret por favor. instead of going back with him or at least going back to my husband je me suis faite embarquée par d’autres argentins de la boîte pour aller en after ptdr. i also made out with one of them. they took us to their apartment in downtown tulum. we drank their mescal and left to go back to the hostel. i immediatly sent a message to my innocent lover to ask if he was awake. annabelle had come back from living her best life with her date. my gadjo didnt answer so i went to bed.

14/06/2022

tulum

part 1

when i woke up, i packed my shit, took a shower and went out to find mon argentin. he was still making some bangerz. i was like hey… how yall doing… he asked if i enjoyed my night i was like um yes, did you go to sleep ? he said he waited for me until 4 fucking AM. i was dumbfounded. he looked really sad i felt like shit but he wasn’t projecting anything on to me. he was genuinely happy that i had fun though. feeling like shit i was like wellllll i’m leaving in two hours ? so ? vamos à faire des bébés enft. what ensued was what the poets call tender loving care. i will skip the details but vous inquiétez pas c’était super. then as one does when they have avoidant attachment style : i left without really saying goodbye to anyone… moral of the story is even when presented with a good guy once a chacal always a chacal. tulum was great merida it’s your time to shine.