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I want the infodump on Jamil and Yuusha ma'am I beg
THIS HAS BEEN UNANSWERED FOR A MONTH IM SORRY AUGH
but thank you so much yes im okay im normal about them iâll do my best (for context i mentioned in the tags of one of my posts a while back wanting to infodump about them, but i forget which one it was jfkdlsjhl anyways-)
this won't be a full info dump because i think that would somewhat restrict my dynamic of them if i put it all into words (if that makes sense) ;;;
and i realized i lowkey dont have a coherent timeline for them (yet); i just put them in random scenarios of what i think would be fun at the moment
to make up for it i'll also put a silly self-indulgent sketch dump all below ;;;
I JUST REALIZED I DRAW THEM MAKING EYE CONTACT A LOT (bc something something there's a level of trust that jamil wont use his snake whisper on yuu anymore)
okay now for some random jamiyuu dynamics/hcs/lore
yuu fell first -> yuu lost feelings (bc why would you trust someone who took advantage you) -> âš then something happened âš -> jamil fell next but harder.
highkey disliked each other -and showed it- in the beginning bc of the whole scarabia drama; then an -accidental- act of service got them to think differently about one another. like "holy shit maybe they're not so bad after all???"
extremely slow burn.
very competitive with one another which then bled into their "flirting" / affectionate acts when they eventually became closer.
basically: âsweetheartâ but rivalry -> âbabeâ but platonically -> âbroâ but romantically pipeline.
(âare you flirting or starting a fightâ)
yuu kinda throws around âlove youâ a lot, especially to her close friends; so -during their âplatonicâ stage- for some reason, jamil was the only âfriendâ she has not said this to. but itâs okay itâs not like jamil had referred to her as the âf-wordâ (friend) anyway.
had a mutual agreement that their romantic relationship is temporary because of yuu wanting to go home; theyâre just going to âtry it outâ âno hard feelingsâ.
yuu made jamil promise to never use snake whisper on her ever again.
jamil: personal beef w/ bugs + afraid of them; yuu: personal beef w/ bugs (w/ a few exceptions) + not afraid of them, just generally pissed at their existence.
dancing and music lowkey became one of their love languages.
kalim genuinely became one yuuâs best friends because of how much they hit it off. jamil always third wheels them no matter the circumstance.
yuu loves grim more than jamil; jamil knows this very well. and so does grim.
#i was today years old that asks will not let me put images next to each other sigh#WAIT ITâS DIFFERENT ON MOBILE#smh tumblr u are stressin me out#anyways idek if you're still here anon but akjfkldsslk#the way i was jumpscared when i saw this in my inbox tho#it just made me really happy that people are interested in these two đ#im still just afjkdlslsj why#but honestly thank you đ«¶#im glad people can enjoy them as much as me#also i am just posting back to back what is wrong with me#i should make the most of it bc my scheduleâs going to be BUSY after this week#also also there's one particular way some artists draw jamil's nose and i love it#i really wanna draw it like that too hkdsljs#i'll try it out next time i draw his side profile#[â⊠chatting#-⧠my art#-⧠oc rambles#jamil viper#(đ) yuusha#(đ) curry noodles#-âŠâ]
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Just wanted to plant an idea if you wanted a bit of fuel: Mahiru asking Yuno to come to her cell before everything goes down.
Edit: I forgot the ask didn't say it but this is part of Kyanako's incredible Order Of Attack AU!
Didn't mean for this to become a mini Mappi study but here we are âš Thank you for the request! I fully intended to write them hanging out, but it's more right before they hang out lol. Went a bit on-the-nose with foreshadowing, but isn't that the fun part? It has become Emotional Over Mahiru Hour...
I kept things vague, but TW for mentioning her boyfriend's state of potential self-harm
Mahiru tried not to act superstitious, she really did. As much as she loved the idea of little luck charms, or avoided easy signs of misfortune, it was easier to keep quiet about such ridiculous things.
Maybe catching a brideâs bouquet meant no guarantees; maybe there was no real harm in stepping underneath ladders, maybe a coin tossed into a fountain had no real magic to its wish. However, the one thing she knew for sure held power was a lucky presence. Being in the right place at the right time could alter everything. And today was the right time for something. There was this waiting in the air. The prison had been holding its breath. Mahiru knew it was time to release it all.
âYou must be so lonely, why donât you let big sis Mahiru keep you company?â She beamed at Amane.
She often recalled the good fortune that she and a certain young man had crossed paths on the university terrace. She used to laugh with him about the wonderful coincidence of bumping into each other outside of the bakery, then the convenience store.Â
Though sheâd never spoken about it to him, she was also grateful for many occasions where she walked in on him at the precise moment to talk him out of something reckless. She always told him that theyâd do everything together. He didnât need to be alone anymore.Â
âI wish to be alone. I need peace of mind to think.â Amane turned away from the cell door.
It was a good thing, too. Mahiruâs smile wasnât as convincing as she said, âo-oh. Of course.â
She made her way around the panopticon, hearing Fuuta pace his cell in anticipation. He must have felt it too, this holding of breath.Â
Or perhaps not. He turned down her offer for a bit of company, including a few more colorful words than Amane had. Mahiru just apologized for bothering him and headed back to her cell. She wasnât sure where Mikoto was at this hour, but she didnât feel like smiling through a third rejection.
She shook her head back and forth. She wished the motion could rattle the voices inside, she wished she could shake them all away. With her arms secured in place she could no longer cover her ears. She used to hum to keep them at bay, but lately theyâd been too loud to stifle. They just kept on talking.
Their words told her the two were right. Nobody needed her company. No â nobody wanted it. Being together hadnât helped her boyfriend. In fact, being together had been the very thing that got him killed. No wonder Amane and Fuuta wanted to avoid her.Â
So then, this was for the best. She would rather deal with the brief sting of refusal than stumble in one day to find them hurt⊠or worse. As much as she tried to avoid the superstition of it all, the voices reminded her that her very presence could mean life or death.Â
âMappi, are you alright?â Mahiru hadnât realized a tear had slipped down her cheek until she hurried to swipe it away in front of Yuno.Â
âHah, Iâm fine! Just fine.â It was impossible to fool her, Mahiru had learned, but that never stopped her from trying.Â
At least she always spoke tactfully. âRough morning?â
Mahiru shifted her arms in her uniform, making a small sound of agreement.
âCan I do anything to help? What if I stay with you for a bit? I can do your hair, andâŠâ
The voices were right. Amane and Fuuta knew it, too. Presences did hold power, and Mahiruâs was cursed.
But she would sound foolish admitting such a fear to Yuno. She'd heard plenty from the voices about how stupid and airheaded she was, there was no use in getting the same lecture from someone as grounded as her.
Mahiru managed a weak protest, unable to explain her real reasoning. Yuno was insistent. She didnât give much of a choice. Could she feel the strangeness of the prison, as well?Â
At last, Mahiru allowed her shoulders to sag. Yuno was lucky. And kind. Having her nearby would do her good. Amane and Fuuta would be alright. Mahiru had tried spending more time with them after verdicts were announced. Now, she made a mental note to pull back. If her love couldnât save anyone, at least she could spare them from her curse. They would be safe.Â
âYes. Please stay. The truth is... I don't want to be alone.â
#milgram#mahiru shiina#yuno kashiki#amane and fuuta mentioned#i dont know how well this all fits in with your vision of the au but i had a ton of fun with this lmao sorry đ#oh hey if anyone knows any japanese superstitions like those in the beginning lmk#i was trying to research them but i kept getting lucky symbols/words - not necessarily actions like that#anyway thank you so much for this!! it was a really interesting moment to capture >:0#drabbles that take me way too long to combine my three brain cells but im really pleased with the end result#i had a lot of Mahiru Thoughts but it took a bit of fiddling to make them fit together#the superstitiousness - the focus on one's presence - the parallels with his bf - what she's dealing with from the voices#im glad it came together semi-smoothly in the end asdfsd#i didnt mean for mahiru t break the fourth wall or anything --#i always saw her as a master at picking up on social changes/cues so she can tell when things are most tense/kotoko is fully prepared#but she doesnt consciously know it -- she just knows that things feel Off#not only do the attacks confirm mahirus fear that shes cursed - but yunos involvement confirms her belief that shes extra lucky#i wonder if shed still end up spending all her time with yuno now that she thought she was such a protective person...#i couldnt articulate it right since the end was wrapping up so nicely - but mahiru starts to wonder if most people are fine being left alon#and *shes* the odd one out for craving company#then she feels isolated because by getting what she wants shes dooming someone else#i mean... if everyone you try to get close to starts getting hurt... wouldnt you worry about the same...?#AHAHAHAHA hope you enjoyed đ#*posts this then retreats back into the void for a bit*#drabbles
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im so happy i have all the people who love me in my life
#camera talks#and i get to love them back#thats yall btw.#idk how much more i can express it. easy going mundane conversations feel the best with you guys#even more emotional or serious ones i wouldnt want to have them with anyone else#and i save basically every time one of yall says something nice to me in the tags because bad emotional permance is real#and i want to remember that yall are so nice and kind and care so so much#like i know ive been kinda jokey about it but all my friends saying how much they enjoy my presence on here recently has made me so happy#nothing happened i just feel really content in an uncommon way for me right now#sending and receiving messages and talking about my ocs and like.#getting to knowing people is so beautiful and im so glad i get to do it with yall#long story short i love you#sorry for the ramble lol#camera loves
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i love your blog, thank you for reblogging papyrus for me to look at!!!!!!!!!
đđđ!!! Of course! I love papyrus and i love sharing papyrus! I think out of every blog i have ever made, this one is the most worth it for people like youđ! Cheers to the coolest skeleton!
#i didnt want to blabber on too much in the awnser but i wanted to say#that this comment honestly made my day like- i know this blog originally started as a way to express my adoration for the skeleton- whether#it be my theories or art- and then it just suddenly morphed into this little platform where i can share and give some attention to others#whether it be their theories' headcannons' writings' animation' comics and just everything!!!!#although my favorite skeleton will forever be the one who started it all (papyrus og) it still amazes me and delights me everytime i see a#new papyrus being made. an au or story around him. even though im not as active in the fandom as i used to be- its always this tall skeleto#who brings me back. im so happy for comments like this#it makes everything so so worth it. i feel like im doing something of intrinsic value.#this is why i encourage people to send me (links of course) to their works of papyus. or their favorite aus or artists#its like- no matter how new or experinced you are in the creative sphere- theres always a place for you to have love and support on thiss#blog.#My condolences for writing so much- as I usually try to stay quietly hidden in the tags and reblogs so that more people can focus and enjoy#what is being presented to them! however recieving this ask has blossomed happiness within me and i cant help but burst out with words!!#thanks you for the ask anon ^.^ im glad this blog brought you happiness.#asks and replies
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guys. guys !!!!
#vanu is rambling#ok idk this is gonna b a happy post but i think there are lots of people who love me in this world. or at least enjoy my presence.#like i always always always ALWAYS doubt if my friends or family like me and in my head they all secretly hate me#but like for these past couple months things have been different.#i donât feel so left out (like i usually do in groups) or alone.#like my friends genuinely want me there like they always ask me to go places with them. and i almost always say no because im so busy or#i just cant but they still ask me everytime. yesterday the whole group was calling and playing a game and i got a bunch of texts like hey#where are you u shud join the call itâs rly fun ! but i just couldnât bring myself to talk to anyone at that moment.#today they were rly happy when i joined the call and idk it made me feel like. oh. maybe my friends do like me#and also i have two moods: iâm either super talkative or i go into my little shell and donât say anything/add to a convo. and like during#those moments theyâll be like hey u ok? or theyâll just listen to me talk about ceramics and how fun it is or how much i hate eating pears#and like. we laugh so much together. like i have so much fun with all of them i love every single one of them omg#and scary thing is we might not even be friends after we start college. but yk what? thatâs okay i donât wanna think about that.#because like who cares? iâm not gonna let my fears ab the future ruin my friendships. iâll always love them anyways. and weâll always call.#iâm glad i met them. theyâre all such beautiful and funny and amazing strong willed-people. they are my friends.#itâs just so crazy to me that they willingly want to spend time w me and are sad when i canât. and theyâre so understanding at the same time#they donât get mad about it. and like they have mad eng last year in high school so much more enjoyable.#someone told me that this is ur last year do things so when you look back you donât regret anything- so you can be proud of what you did#and my friends helped me with that. and like i still feel lonely the majority of the class because despite this thereâs like a permanent#stain of sadness right there at the bottom of my heart. but they make the hard days more manageable.#like iâve been on call with these people until ungodly hours at night just laughing and i go to sleep feeling a bit lighter.#they introduced me to the tech side of theater which i never thought iâd get into but here i am. they teach me silly facts and words in asl.#they taught me dances- knowing full well i SUCK at it- because we all had fun with it. theyve taught me itâs OKAY to be vulnerable in#friendships and that sometimes being open/yourself is quite literally the best thing you can do for your own soul and others. theyâre cool#people really. really cool people
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i have not drawn remake leon for so long and honestly this is the best way to draw him again
#i do not enjoy him that much. but i do enjoy how he brings this light on just how much leon suffers with guilt and the need to amend for#the people he couldn't save in raccon city. as well as his feelings about him being fuckin blackmailed#as well as how harsh stratcom training was on him#which leon's guilt is alluded to in og media. og leon is too...stoic to show just how much this affects him wo alcohol LMFAO#im glad that remake leon can be the actually i did suffer a ton for this my life is literal hell i hate everything but i am gonna keep goin#because people need me. and i NEED to help them.
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Hey sorry if I'm bothering you but how was your first reaction to bumblebee in TFO like? (just a bit curious also I love the dynamic you give Soundwave and bumblebee together it's so cute!!)
i thought he was like... super funny the entire time, in a corny stupid way... he immediatly became my favorite because he was litterally so annoying and weird and lied so much for no reason i kept pointing to the screen and going "thats literally me"
its all thanks to my friend piers for telling me about optimus and bees dynamic... if it werent for that id probably have a really shallow understanding of transformers and then would have gotten boerd of it LOOL
im like... OBSESSED with family dynamics... im a totally sucker for them đ theres 100% a pattern with the kinda characters i like...
heres a small list of the past dynamics/relationships i was absolutely obssesed with... hank and connor (dbh) tony stark and peter parker (marvel) lynn angel and lily angel (all saints street) metal bat and his little sister (opm) ethan winters (re8) (like the BIGGEST family guy ever its kinda crazy)
i just really love family oriented characters... what this says about me.. idk... LOOL
u can all thank my friend piers for telling me more bumblebee facts and making me more and more invested...
where it all began...
and im glad people like the dynamic i gave to soundwave and bee hehehe... in a interview, keegan micheal key said that soundwave his his fav transformer and that he actually improved the weird voice bee does based off of him and i thought it would be really cute to make bee a soundwave superfan and even cuter for soundwave to actually enjoy it đ
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HIIII!!! I just wanted to say that i really love ur writing! I've read ur traitor series and I can't wait for part 4! I'm a new author, and english isn't my first language, so it's sometimes very hard for me to write bcs i'm stil not that good, but ur fics have helped me improve<3đ!
thank you so much!𫶠im glad youâve enjoyed the series! and speaking of part four, here it is :)
ALL PARTS CAN BE FOUND HERE
simon didnât turn to watch you leave the gym.
he stood there, eyes forward, mask clenched in one fist. he could feel the blood drying on his skin. he made no move to wipe it away.
he didnât blame you for your angerâ he couldnât. he understood the rage. had felt it himself a time or two.
but he couldnât take everything lying down.
did he deserve your wrath, your fury? yesâ and he knew that. there was no making up for what he did; he realized that, but why couldnât you understand?
heâd never fully taken his walls down around you, and that was no fault of your own. he was a guarded man, and his past gave him every right to be.
he had been burned and broken too many times. heâd seen the people he loved murdered because of him.
he swore he would never let that happen again. he put those walls up, and you knocked some of them down.
but there were some youâd never gotten through, at least, simon told himself you hadnât. there was always something he was holding back, a piece of himself he wouldnât give freely. he told himself it was because he couldnât stand to love you so deeply and then watch you leave.
but really, it was because he needed an out. he needed a way to justify his leaving if something ever happenedâ and thatâs what got him here.
simon trusted the 141 with his life. he trusted his captain with his life. price had never led him astray; john knew his face well before any of the others. well before you.
and when someone you trust so deeply, someone youâve followed for years, tells you that the person you love has betrayed your team?
you canât help but believe them. and thatâs what simon did.
the evidence was coincidental at first. wrong place, wrong time. but then, everything started to seem like more than a coincidence. pieces of a complicated puzzle were fitting together. things only you and the rest of the 141 would know were leaked.
and all the signs pointed to you.
and although he didnât want to, simon couldnât help it. the second price had confided in him that you may be the rat, simon began to distance himself. you had been confused, but he had offered no explanation.
price was the one to question you first. it was a heated conversation in his office, consisting of him showing you the evidence and you becoming furious at the accusations.
johnny came to you next, buttering you up with his flirtatious and unarming words before asking if youâd leaked information.
then there was kyle, who pleaded for the truth. he told you that a case was being built against you, and that if you came clean now, things wouldnât be so bad.
simon never tried to talk to you about it. the other men would tell him what youâd said, but he had never gone to talk to you himself.
maybe it was pride. simon wasnât trusting, not after his past. he had let the 141 in, had let you in. and now you were a suspected traitor, and he was angry at himself. angry he hadnât seen it sooner; angry heâd let you in at all.
but maybe it was hurt. hurt that youâd done this to him, to the team, after knowing everything theyâd been through. after stitching up wounds on the battlefield and taking bullets for one another. after sharing simonâs bed and whispering you loved him.
all he knew was that he trusted price. and as evidence built, so did the distance between the two of you, until you were tied to that chair.
and simon had taken his hurt, his anger, out on you. he wasnât proud of it, and he knew now that he was wrong. but he was still a little angry. angry because you couldnât see his side of thingsâ not like he could see yours.
so, he was an ass. he didnât apologize. he snuck flowers to your bedside but kept his distance. he told you to watch your tone because you were still part of the team, and speaking to price like that was only something an outsider would do.
and he told you that heâd spared your life because he had. anger had consumed him, and truthfully, you were lucky he hadnât done worse.
even if heâd smothered his feelings for you with rage, he still harbored love for you, and thatâs why some part of him held back.
he knew you would probably never forgive him. he had made his peace with that.
but he couldnât stand the fact that you couldnât understand why heâd done what he did.
the creak of the gym door opening broke simon from his thoughts. he pulled his mask back on before turning around and making his way to the door.
it took one firm knock on the door for price to answer.
the door clicked open, and price sighed when he saw simon, scrubbing a hand over his unruly beard before letting the taller man in. price turned, walking back to his desk chair, while simon closed the door behind him and locked it.
âthis is a bloody mess,â the captain said, falling heavily into the chair. it squeaked at the sudden weight, old leather crinkling and crackling.
âdoc came and saw me earlier, âfore she left for the night. told me about some new injuries, and yelled at me for letting that happen.â
simon didnât speak. priceâs eyes met his, and he sighed again.
âfuckinâ hell, simon. what the fuck did you say? doc said she had to stitch up both their hands.â
âdoesnât matter what I say,â simon spoke, eyes still on the captain âthey wonât fuckinâ listen.â
price shook his head. âthatâs not true, ând we both know it,â he sounded tired as he spoke, dark bags under his eyes. he paused for a moment, then spoke again.
âspoke to laswell after you left earlier. she said sheâll try to speed up the transfer process. tryinâ to avoid more fuss, and im not fightinâ it any longer.â
âtheyâre part of our team,â simon spoke, tone rough.
price shook his head. âthey are, but I canât keep doinâ this. canât keep pushinâ off transferinâ because of you lot. it may be better for us, but not for them.â
the room fell quiet. simon inhaled, exhaled. his fists clenched at his sides before quickly unfurling once more.
he didnât have a right to be mad at you for leaving, but he was.
âlaswell say anythinâ else about thaâ transfer?â simon asked.
price leaned back in his chair, arms folded across his chest. ânot much. no word on where or with who, but even if she knew, doubt sheâd tell us. for their sake.â
simon gave a small nod and made to turn, but froze as price spoke again.
âshe did say she didnât know if it would go through. theyâd have to pass another eval.â
they both knew what that meant. if laswell said that, then she didnât believe the transfer would happen. kate wouldnât outwardly say it, but price had known what sheâd meant.
pushing the transfer through wouldnât matter if you couldnât pass a physical and psychological evaluationâ and laswell didnât think you could.
although he wouldnât admit it, price was unsure, too. torture was something that took an incredibly devastating toll on the mind and body.
but torture at the hands of your team? there was no telling the damage that that would do to someone. to you.
an honorable discharge was more likely. and, if that was the case, then your rage would likely grow tenfold.
you career, your livelihood, taken from you by the hands of the men you trusted the most. your family, cutting you up and pushing you out.
damned by your team and your country, regardless of everything youâd done for both of them during your service.
you were just another cog in the machine, one that had been damaged and discarded, and a discharge couldnât make that any clearer.
he thought back to what you had said in the gym earlier, before youâd left.
âyou should have killed me.â
maybe he should have.
thanks to everyone for your patience! also just incase you didnât see my post about itâ
im no longer doing a taglist! my side blog @troiastitans will reblog my works from now on, so if you want to know when I post, follow that account and allow notifications!
as always, thank you for the love! (also I hope you all enjoyed a little peek into simonâs head!)
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damn, i still got a healthy amount of posts in the queue. i went a little ham in my last queuing spree huh
#âąâËâč đ©·â„rubyâ„yoïŒide yo !!#and i'll have probably twice as many to add to the queue next time it runs out#i do like posts for the purpose of queuing them later#sometimes i'm just too lazy to queue stuff yk#like adding the tags and all that#anyway i'll just ramble about stuff under here#i hope that arnold (murderofbirds on youtube/twitch) has chongyun gameplay moments recorded at some point#hearing him admit that he wanted chongyun to be his main dps at first but then ended up not doing that made me :(#we seriously need more chongyun appreciation in this world#idk if he ever streamed character hangouts. or if he's uploaded the vods to youtube if he did#i don't want to sift through his channel to find out because i do enjoy his playthrough as-is. i kinda don't wanna spoil the experience by#finding out that he doesn't have any recorded content on chongyun at all and having much less motivation to keep watching his playthrough#it's hard for me to find good videos to watch over meals these days. and i'm not about to disqualify months' worth of genshin vods#i'm glad he reacted positively to xingqiu's story quest tho. especially after hating him as a playable unit (at first anyway)#people like him because he's meta but most people know jack about his character#i'm glad he can look past one aspect of a character he doesn't like and fully appreciate the other parts#can't say the same about myself with xiangling tho#idk she's just such a squick character for me. she annoys me to no end. i even stopped watching arnold's playthrough for a bit because of#how much he used xiangling and talking about how much he loves xiangling every two seconds#im glad he eventually benched her. and im also glad he didnt get to see her in wanmin restaurant like he was hoping to when he got to liyue#man i have very petty feelings towards xiangling lol#im still annoyed at my irl (ex-friend atp tbh) for going ânooo but she's so strong and metaaaaâ when i told her about how much i dislike her#like fam. even if she did 1 mil damage with barely any investment i still wouldn't care. i don't like her. end of story#it's not like it's uncommon for people to hate bennett. and he's one of the most broken units in the game#(ironically i actually like bennett as a character)#(it's also why i insist on calling my main team chongqiunett instead of national variant. national implies xiangling is there)#i'm trying really hard not to go on a whole rant about everything i don't like about her#/sigh/ anyway.
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#I canât remember if Iâve talked about it publicly on here but spark notes version and then weâre going to move on because it is relevant to#the issue at hand: when I was a kid not only did my parents abuse me and my sister but they also abused animals and mostly it was just that#they were neglected and starved to death but there was also a lot of my dad kicking the animals and my mom throwing the ones that she could#pick up across the room in anger and sometimes they would hit things and like generally stuff like that and I always knew it was wrong#it always scared me right? but I didnât understand how wrong at the time because I kind of just thought everyoneâs parents must beat the#shit out of animals just like I kind of thought everyoneâs parents abused them a little bit#and then when I became an adult and got away and lived with other people with pets I realized how much people care about their pets and like#to the extent that they will buy all this extra stuff for them just because and treat them to all kinds of shit like doggy daycare#and more than anything I was just confused and I still am pretty much because it wasnât right but I was taught that animals donât matter and#my example of how to treat them was more like objects than living beings and I donât agree with that I know thatâs not kind and Iâve read a#ton of books on the right way to treat animals because I donât want to be like my parents so like Iâm trying right? like Iâm genuinely#trying to be better I promise you but hereâs the part thatâs really bothering me that Iâm not sure I can tell people in real life because I#donât think someone who didnât grow up like me would understand? and like Iâm glad most people didnât grow up like me but im just talking to#myself here and maybe someone will see this that understands: I think thereâs something broken in my brain#and I canât feel that like thing everyone seems to have about their pets Iâve been talking to people all week about how itâs a trial run and#im not sure im going to keep her and everyone has been emphatically telling me that their lives are so much better because of their pets and#they tell me about all this hardship theyâve gone through to give their pets nice things and whatnot or to clean up after them when they#destroy their belongings but you know itâs SO WORTH IT and I feel like something is broken in me because I donât feel that way about any#animal like I enjoy petting animals and I enjoy giving them love but and hereâs a part I feel really bad about I would be just fine if this#cat wasnât here I am just fine on my own and they seem like more effort than theyâre worth kind of I mean she is causing hell and I am being#patient I am cleaning up after her diligently I am reading the articles on how to make her separation anxiety better I am trying to be a#good pet parent and I just donât feel it like sheâs a lovely cat sheâs so sweet even if sheâs a menace and a problem causer but I donât feel#what everyone else seems to feel and Iâm confused and hurt and I feel broken#I donât understand what else I could do to be better
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Batboys and
how they talk about you
Bonus fic as a thank you for allowing my jason fic to do well đ
Dick Grayson-
, who talks about you like a goddess walking the earth, loves you more than words. The type to talk about you so much that people doubt your real
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âMy girlfriend is so sweet, guys. Today we went to that one library I like. Guys, have I told you even her favorite book is adorable?â
It doesnât help that he tends to get caught up in certain details, completely ignoring other ones. No one knew your name until a week into dating.
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Jason: âIf you asked me before, I wouldâve never believed him; weve all gone a little insane, but now that Ive seen proof, I'm happy for him. He gets to be well-dick, and she gets to smile and nod, but I swear she enjoys it. Theyâre weird together.â
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Tim: âWe love Dick. A lot, but we were looking at a wonderful facility that has an in-patient gym in the beginning. But the way he looks at her, I wouldnât be surprised if she actually did miracles.âÂ
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Damian: âAt least I believed him at the start. He was smitten and absolutely whipped. I thought it was just like Dick. I donât know why I, of all people, was the only one that caught it.
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Bruce: Yeah, I knew she was real. Why would I ruin everyoneâs fun? I mean, Dick is a bit. Aloof sometimes⊠I'm not exactly surprised; heâs not exactly amazing socially sometimes, but with her, heâs extra awkward, and I watched him flirt with men and women. But look, as long as heâs happy, weâre happy for him.â
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Dick is a completely drunken idiot, with so much training thrown out the window.Â
(Can you tell I'm not a fan of a playboy dickđ im sorry i love a good love stuck man)
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Jason Todd-
, who is extremely protective of his peace, sometimes acts as if youâre fragile. He was the type to invite you to a family game night where he called a family meeting an hour beforehand, forcing everyone to be on their best behavior. Needless to say, it was awkward, but one uno round later, he realized you fit in just fine.Â
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âI knew my girl would win. She's a gangster.â
boast when you absolutely dominate everyone playing in the game. You never quite beat the cheating allegations.
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Dick: "I donât know how he did it, but he found someone who brings out a side of him I havenât seen in years. No one is that good at uno; naturally, at least, I think sheâs a meta. I'm not saying that non-metas arenât good at uno.â
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Tim: "You know how in movies the girl animals just have lashes, and how the boy is always darker and the girl will be like a lighter color? It's like she was made for him. I'm glad he found his anamorphic girl, Wolf. But, can I be honest? I think Alfred was telling her our cards.â
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Damian: "I'm glad Jaybird is happy. Heâs definitely earned it. Even if she cheats at UNO, theyâre perfect for each other. Hell, the cheating is what makes them perfect for each other.â
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Bruce: "I'm glad to see Jason happy. The sparkling in his eyes, the boyish smile, is the same joy I saw after he hit me with a car iron and ran off, giggling. I like her.â
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Bruce Wayne-
is proud to show you off publicly. Heâs not one to spoil someone, but sometimes he canât help but pick up trinkets for you. Sometimes youâd wake up to keychains, jewelry, or even clothes somewhere in your shared room.Â
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He tried so hard to be there for you and protect you from his line of work. Some nights, he wouldnât come to bed at all to avoid waking you. Some nights, if you worried too much, he would send Dick out in the Batman costume so he could be by your side.Â
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"Shh, baby, its ok... Tonight, I'm staying with you, okay? I love you; do you know that? And I know sometimes the risk scares you, but Iâll always be here for you.â
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Dick: "It's nice knowing Bruce isnât constantly brooding about it. Well, I knew that fact already, but this is different. I only see a light in his eyes when heâs doing stuff he absolutely loves. Like when he talks to his parents tombs and we pretend we donât see him.â
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Jason: "i think that man would come back from the dead more dramatically than I did for this woman. And I waged like 3 wars.â
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Tim: âSometimes I see them sitting in the library together in silence. All they do is enjoy each otherâs presence. Its adorableâ
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Damian: âDads earned it. And when I say heâs earned it, I mean heâs earned it!â
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Bruce isnât the easiest to be with, but he always makes up for it.
#dc x reader#jason todd x reader#nightwing imagine#red hood#red hood x reader#dick grayson x reader#bruce wayne x reader#batman x reader#dc imagine#self indulgence at its finest
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hiii pookie I LOVED your hybrid post like it got me foaming from the mouth ngl 𫶠you're so talented!!
If you're into it, can we get cowhybrid! reader and Farmer!Gojo specifically please and thank you? I need to see the reader all needy and desperate and Gojo being the only one who can truly give her release and and what she truly needs (feel free to remix or add anyone/anything that you please)
If you're not into it, please ignore this ask instead of refusing because I get embarrassed hihiđ𫶠anyways mwah mwah love u take care pookie
ANOTHER TRY?
Notes: THANK YOU FOR THE COMPLIMENTS IM GLAD YOU ENJOYED MY WORK!!! and to the second ask Iâm very happy you requested that bull!hybrid work lLOVEDDD WORKING ON IT!! You guys are so creative I need to eat ur brain!!! THIS IS FOR ALL THE OTHER PEOPLE WHO HAVE BEEN ASKING FOR A PT2 I SEE YOU GUYS!!! (IF UR READING THIS TO MY OTHER INBOX OFC YOU CAN BE đȘŹ ANON!!)
Pairings: CowHybrid!Reader x Farmer!Gojo
Warnings: Lactation + big!boobedReader + implied chubby!reader + nipplesucking + grinding + mean!Satoru + pussy!slapping + teasing.
Gojo has spoiled you for far too long it makes his blood boil and temples wrinkle when you continue to go see Toji and Suguru, it becomes a habit for you to come back in the early mornings after having a night of âfun.â
Confronting said men proved to be so fucking useless, they just laughed in his face when he said heâd kick both of them to the curb should they continue to corrupt you.
âYou need us Satoru, why are you allowed to have your nightly routines but she cant? It was gonna happen eventually.â Tojis face was decorated with a fat sneer, all those times he tried to make sure you stayed as far as possible were all for naught, itâs hilarious seeing him seething behind a cool facade.
âNever knew what Toji seen in the woman but now I completely understand his point.â Suguru yelled from where he was transporting some wood.
Talking to them proved to be useless, as a little payback he made them clean the shed from top to bottom.
Trudging back to the main house in his thick boots Satoru comes to face you relaxing on the couch without a damn care in the world.
Why is he trying to get them to be on his level when he should be punishing you, youâre the one who didnât listen, youâre the one sneaking out every night. He doesnât know why he feels this hold on you, youâre such a beautiful girl that he canât help but keep you in this small bubble.
When your eyes land on him you donât say any kind of greeting, simply ignoring his presence for the movie on the huge ass tv he bought for you and eating the expensive food he bought for you.
You look extremely good right now, your fat boobs not swollen, but your pretty lips are. Satoru wonât say it but his pants tighten at the thought of what they do to you.
He needs you right now, heâll make it up to you as much as he can.
He approaches you calmly and collected, sitting down at the edge of the couch where your legs are propped up, you still donât acknowledge him. His trained hands start circling on your soft supple skin, you surprisingly donât push him away. You give Satoru an inch heâll take a mile.
He starts groping your thighs, the pudgy things hold within the creases of his hand. He pushes your thighs apart and gets a good look at your panties: you always choose to walk around the house like this.
Theyâre extra tight the way they emphasize your fat pussy, the groan that slips from his lips arenât-something he tries to hold back, he needs you to know how much he wants you, especially wants you all to himself.
The rise and fall of your chest makes you look so cute, why are you so shy all of a sudden? Youâre averting your eyes as well.
Satoru starts teasing your clothed folds, dragging his thick finger up and down, he pushes extra hard on your clit eliciting a small moan from you. He continues this for a little, he needs you wet to take him properly.
He peels off your soddened panties and positions himself above you, finally face to face with you. Your boobs are the first thing he attacks, pulling on your shirt and letting them spill out, the little droplets of milk call to him. Heâs grabbing one and putting it into his mouth: he loves your taste so sweet like honey as it cascades down his throat so smoothly.
âNghm⊠Toru..â finally youâve decided to grace him with your sultry voice.
He bites down a little on your nipple making you jump away. He reels you right back in and sucks even harsher, thereâs barely any milk left but heâs going to make sure he gets his full.
âToru.â You call his name so panicked and yet youâre grinding against his fully hard cock. Heâs so desperate in the moment that he unbuckles his belt and lets his cock bob free.
His fat tip prods agaisnt your folds, messing with your sticky wetness, he smears it on his tip even grinding down on your clit, but he doesnât put it in, you donât deserve that.
He teases you, pretending heâs going to give you what you want just to take it all away.
âPleaseâŠâ a harsh and loud smack is delivered straight to your clit, you yelp and buckle your legs closed.
âShirt, take your shirt off.â He commands, of course youâre gonna listen, Satoru has never taken that tone with you.
Your boobs now freely spill for him to gaze at. He spreads your legs back open.
âIâm gonna give you ten slaps, close your legs for even one Iâm restarting. Understood?â You nod and your ears move along with it. He likes this look on your face: confusion, arousal and a little bit of fear.
On the first slap you make the mistake of shutting your legs closed: completely an accident but heâs having none of it, he hits your little clit again and again.
âAhn..â youâre still so fucking wet by the sixth slap, creating a nasty mess that drips to your ass. Gojoâs cock is still throbbing, he jerks himself off, smearing his pre all over.
By the tenth slap youâre gone, completely dazed and only able to whine outloud, he decides that youâve had enough with the tears that sit on your eye line. He pushes your legs back and lines his weeping tip. The feeling of sliding into your sopping wet cunt is better than any pussy heâs ever had.
His strokes against you are fast even though he should be letting you adjust, the sounds of skin against skin meeting each other is downright lewd.
He tells you to rub your nipples, it adds so much more stimulation that you canât find it in you to hate it.
His cock drags agaisnt your walls over and over, till you canât feel anything but the sensitivity of your nipples and the twitching of his fat cock.
He fucks you like that all night, even when youâre meant to meet Toji and Suguru, you canât stop creaming around farmer Gojos length and nor do you want to.
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Shades of Cool
NEGLECTFUL!PLATONIC!YAN!batfam x GN!reader
synopsis : growing up with a shit mom and constant step-dads and mom's boyfriends, your view on life has grown pretty bleak. you just want to die, since it doesn't seem to get better than this. things can't get any worse, can they?
wsp guys. it's been pretty long, huh?... OK IM SORRY FOR NOT POSTING IT QUICKLY. here, damn đ. anyways, i hope yall enjoy n im glad u guys liked the first chapter. lets just hope this one lives up to yalls expectations đ. follow me and repost this if u want a chapter three. also I NEED SOMEONE TO EDUCATE ME ABOUT SUNDAY FROM HSR BC I WANNA WRITE FICS ABOUT HIM SO BAD SO PLS SOMEONE EDUCATE ME N ALSO IF U KNOW LOVE AND DEEP SPACE??? PLS HIT ME UP AND EXPLAIN THIS LORE BC I WANNA WRITE YANDERE FICS FOR THEM SO BAD
âWhy are balls called balls when testicles sounds hella fancier?â
At your friendâs bizarre question, the face of your other friend, Zarian, twinges in disgust. âJayelene⊠why do you feel the need to put that out there?â
You huff in amusement, focusing on your pizza before what Jaylene says ruins your entire mood.
âIâm just saying! Testicles just seems more appropriateâ€the type of fancy shit drake and his family would say.â
Tim Drake WayneâŠ
Dinner with him and his freak-a-zoid family was like trying to make it past no-manâs land without any help to shield you from the straight up chilling vibes they gave off with their constant comments about bat facts. Bats. The atmosphere during the entire time you spent there was dreadful and quite literally heavy since Tim's youngest little brother wanted to sneak stares at you as if you wouldnât notice his bug-looking eyes creeping into your soul.
Rich people really are weird, huh?
The Wayne family is nothing like how you expected them to be. Theyâre supposed to be cold, mysterious, and irresistibly enchanting, but all youâve got are creepy vibes and a strong urge to stay away from them as much as possible. From the way Mr. Wayne made that weird comment about your father in the limo to how forcibly happy Richard or âDickâ was with you, youâve come to an understanding that rich people are complete lunatics.
The Wayne family is full of a bunch of lunatics.
And youâre not afraid to voice that.
âThere you go again,â Jaylene sighs when she notices the irritated expression on your face. âItâs never that serious, [Name]. You just hate everyone.â
âNo, you don't get it! They were creepy as hell! Like⊠Like bats in dark caves coming at you all at once. They talk funny, they look funnyâ€they act funny! What normal man name drops your motherâs name after knowing each other for about thirty minutes?â
Zarian huffs in amusement. âThatâs the creepy part. How does Mr. Wayne know your name?â
âI dont know.â You run your fingers through your hair and lean back against the booth seat. âI don't want anything to do with them. Billionaire or not, how the hell does he know my motherâs name.â
It was perhaps towards the end of your stay at the Wayneâs manor for dinner, and you knew you had to go home, so you had largely hinted at leaving to Drake. Everything had gotten wrapped up, but when you were just about to leave, Mr. Wayne had told you, âmake sure to tell [M/n] I said hi.â
You could only stare at him in shock as your body carried along, because how does a man as famous and wealthy as bruce wayne know your motherâ€your mother? Heâs the chief executive officer of Wayne Enterprises yet mentions your mother?
That moment alone is enough to wave every red flag in your brain that screams at you, telling you something is up with these shady people. The only question is what? What can a billionaire possibly want from you? Out of everything the world has to offer, the most influential billionaire in America wants to target some meager high school kid?
What do these people want from you? Is it a rich people thing to play around with those below you? Well, you guess it probably is. Like, is Mr. Wayne gonna pop out with his soulless eyes and say, âyouâre my long lost child?â or something?
You still donât know why youâre being a goat stuffed before slaughtering. These people want something from you, but you? Youâve got nothing to offer that they could want. Why the hell do they even bother? If there's one thing you really hate, itâs being left in the dark like this. Not knowing is terrifying. It's dangerous. Not knowing means not being prepared, and if youâre not prepared, you wonât make it out. Damn it, you shouldâve booked it the moment Mr. Wayne mentioned your father in the limo. Movies and shows always display rich people as eccentric and psychopathic weirdos, and now youâre finally believing it.
Damn it.
Youâre in danger. Okay.
Maybe thatâs an exaggeration. But maybe itâs not.
Youâve watched enough true crime and have enough intuition and trust in your gut to know when something is wrong.
Itâs not adding up.
Youâre not dumb. You see all the warnings there, but what if you're exaggerating. What if this is just the nature of the Waynes, and you think youâre special enough to be noticed by them? Mr. Wayne is a damn billionaire! Heâs got the money to do whatever he wants, so itâs only natural for him to do a background check on everybody that interacts with his sons, right?
Itâs all in your head⊠Itâs all in your head.
Sighing, you stare at the plate of food in front of you, appetite long gone. Still, you grab a fork and continue to eat as Zarian and Jaylene scream back and forth next to you. Drake, who had accompanied the three of you to the diner after practice, has left, thankfully. He left as soon as his food arrived while talking about some family emergency, and honestly, youâre pretty damn grateful for that.
Ever since dinner at his house, heâs surrounded you like a pillow smothering you, and you canât do anything about it. Heâs a billionaireâs son, for fuckâs sake.
It doesnât take long for you and your friends to finish up, and you all part ways at the door of the diner before you clutch the straps of your backpack and walk around the city endlessly. This is a habit for you nowâ€a way to put off going home as much as possible ever since you found out your motherâs boyfriend doesnât come home until one or two in the morning.
That balding, ugly, sleazy piece of shit.
Heâs as gross as every other man your motherâs brought home under the terribly veiled illusion that heâll provide her a good life and treat her right. No matter how many times you try to tell that blind bitc⊠No. It's wrong. Itâs not your motherâs fault.
But it sometimes feels like that, though.
Most motherâs destroy their own lives for their children, yet yours cannot even think about leaving the man that beats her child on a daily. Those types of mothers leave their spouses the second they see something wrong, while your mother treats those finger-print bruises around your neck like a necklace instead of abuse.
Youâve given up on her. You gave up on her back when you were eleven years old locked in a room with her boyfriend, and she didnât listen. Or when you were twelve. Or thirteen. Or fourteen. Or fifteen. Or sixteen. Or seventeen. And now eighteen.
And each day feels like a repetition of the same. Wake up, go to school, practice, walk around, go home, get beat, and sleep like none of it all happens. Itâs a routine you despise with every fiber of your beingâ€makes you wanna jump over Gotham City Bridge before thinking about returning home because who would want to? Who wants this average life?
A life where youâre not happy enough, not sad enough. Not good enough, not bad enough. Not energized enough, not tired enough. You feel like a survivor of a plane crash floating on a raft at the center of the endless ocean with no way out. Everything just seems so vast, wide, and unreachable. How can you find the shore on a simple raft? How can you find a way out of inescapable misery if itâs not by drowning?
Youâve been waiting to find the shore, but itâs been a whole eighteen years since youâve found yourself floating along the ocean.
That whole âitâll get betterâ shit is a tragic lie.
Whatever.
It doesnât matterâ€not anymore, at least. Youâre going to get far away from this place and never look back. Never have to relieve this wretched city. Never have to be confined by chains again. Youâve only a few months left before youâre free.
Until then, youâll have to be patient and go home because the sun has fully disappeared.
Nothing but satellites twinkle in the disgustingly polluted sky of Gotham City, and the streets have come to a staggering halt as you stroll about the sidewalks, trying to find the longest path to get home. One in the morning is always the perfect time in Gotham because itâs too late and too early to be outside, so itâs generally safe for a walk.
Of course, the universe likes to prove you wrong at every point.
The sound of a thud followed by a pained groan behind you has your legs locked and ready to run with your brain screaming alerts, but you take a deep breath and turn around. How bad can it get, anyways? The sight before you surprised you nonetheless. Itâs⊠Nightwing, a Bludhaven hero, here in Gotham, just randomly popping up behind you?
With clear bleeding cuts and sprouting bruises across his body.
In the random alley you just happen to be in?
No. Youâre looking into it too much.
His eyes lock onto and they make you freeze right then and there like heâs cast some spell upon you. But thatâs for a cold, brief second before youâre hooking your thumbs under the straps of your backpacks and turning around hot on your heels, refusing to spare him a single second.Â
You even hear him murmur a strained, âwait,â but you don't care.Â
Itâs rude, mean, cruel, and itâs also none of your business. All you simply do is walk ahead to your approaching doom with an pit of unease and bitter understanding of your helplessness in your stomach. You can already feel the soon-to-be new bruises blooming along your back.
Youâre not a good person.
But, really, who is?
Smoking really does skill.
But now you know why people do it.
Each drag is more out of necessity than it is a choice ever since youâve met your friendâs plug at the dumb age of sixteen, but it's a way to dull the harsh truth of reality. The world just fades into nothing but muted and mixed colors like the loud city underneath your balcony it blurs into a faint hum the longer you stare at the spiral puffs of smoke that disappear into the air.Â
Everythingâs bitterâ€the joint and you.
Really bitter at the blood semi-dried on your face and the dull ache along your back.
Youâve got about an hour and a half until you have to head out to school, so what other way is there to spend it than smoking away your brain? The jointâs a temporary escape, but it helps you stall whatever new feeling of despair youâll feel for the day. Until youâre interrupted by your phone buzzingâ€the sound still a dull hum in your ears
â... Hello?â
â[Name]!â
Zarianâs voice?
âWhere the hell are you? Hurry up and get to school or else youâre gonna get in trouble for not helping to set up the club fair, and coach will be on our ass! And don't forget to bring money for the tickets!â
Coach?... Club fair?... Club fair! Holy shit!
Your eyes shoot open, and you frantically scramble up, tossing the joint over the balcony railing before hectically staggering through the living room like a drunk man. Damn it, how could you be so clueless and forget such an important event? Especially one you need money for! Damn itâ€damnit! What do you do?
⊠Mom! Sheâs got a box of money somewhere in her closet, right? Youâve seen it before! It's just twenty dollars, and she wont notice. Okay⊠Okay. Youâre quick to get ready. You wash away all the blood thatâs dried on your face, brush your teeth, and change into baggy jeans and a clean shirt before storming into your motherâs bedroom and rummaging through her things.Â
Sheâs off at work. Her bastard boyfriend doesn't come home until late at night, which means heâs probably already taken money for the day. Okay. That's fine. They won't notice.
But you can't find anything! What the hell? Where is that fucking box? You couldâve sworn it was there on the top shelf last night, but as you swipe your hands across everything on the shelf, you canât find it. All of a sudden, something made of wood hits the top of your head and falls to the ground with a crack. You hiss, palm moving to cover where you got hit, but your eyes land on the box that now has money strewn all across the floor and a broken⊠false bottom?
What the fuck.
You pull away at the rest of the false bottom to only be met with countless photos of you as a child with your mother. Momâs shit boyfriend had all the family photos taken down for some weird reason, so theyâve been here this entire time? All of these photos are full of you throughout every stage of your life, but some have different people in them as well. Their faces are either scratched out or theyâre ripped out of the photo entirely.
From what you can gather, the figures are a man and what seems to be a teenage boy. The absurdity and even slight creepiness of the scratched out faces has you laughing, yet even with your now dulled senses, your eyes land on a photo you failed to notice earlier. Maybe youâre hallucinating. There must be something wrong with your brain. Or your eyes. The universe must be playing with you because is that a photo of you and a teenage-looking dick grayson?
Your eyes widen because it looks just like the strange man you had the unfortunate opportunity of having a conversation with during dinner with the Waynes. Itâs him! More importantly, why the hell is he holding a âthree year oldâ youâs hand? You probably should be screaming. Yelling. Maybe panicking? But all you can do is shuffle through the rest of the box before your fingers graze against something metal that has your heart jumping.
Itâs a small camera.
With a bat engraved on its side.
Ears ringing so loudly in your head you can't even think, you wipe your teary and red eyes hastily before grabbing a twenty dollar bill, putting everything except for the photo and camera in the box, set it back on the closet shelf, and hastily grab your backpack before making way to school.
The second you reach the damned place, you seek out your now three friends and drop into a seat with a heavy thud, sighing and meeting Tim's eyes with a burning gaze.
âYou mean to tell me [Name] found the camera? And you decided to tell me after school?â
Time Drake Wayne sighs and runs his fingers through his black hair, shrugging apathetically while scrolling through every photo in his phone that heâs taken of you during the club fair. His brother, Richard, is pacing throughout his room anxiously as he rambles off about their latest fuckup.Â
âLook, Bruce doesn't let any slip ups happen,â Tim murmurs in exasperation. âHe wouldn't let this happen because [Name]âs mom and him talked this morning. Relax, he probably knows.â
It's not a lot, but itâs enough to calm Richard down. The man takes a deep breath but finds himself sitting down next to Tim, trying to get a good look at the pictures. âHow mad was [Name]?â
âHigh, for starters, but clearly pissed off. Very observant, too.â
âDonât tell anyone else. Not until Bruce gives us the okay.â
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Could I pretty please request a cregan fanfic, where he gets jealous/possessive over the reader? I adore the way you write him! Thank you so much for your timeâ€ïžâ€ïž
A/N: this has been in my drafts for a while now. i did a birthday poll and cregan did not win by any means but its my birthday and its storming and im sad and i just want someone to be kind to me. i hope you like this nonnie
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One could easily say that Lord Cregan Stark was a fair person. He is just and generous with the decisions he makes for his people. But if the matter is with his bride, there is no just or generous, only selfish and greedy; he has no inclination to share.
Cregan Stark x Reader | 1k+ | cw: fem!reader, wife!reader, irrational!cregan lol, fluff?, typos, etc.
Cregan clenches his jaw at the sight of you from across the yard. Not one, but two young lords are hot on your heels. They have not let up tailing you since they've arrived and, what's worse, is that you have been so terribly temperate with them.
The Lord Of Winterfell is beside himself in jealousy, and as the hour grows later, the cloud over him grows darker.
He could not blame those... young lords for acting a moth drawn to flame, in fact, he understood perfectly, but he can blame them for taking up your time. This was a harvest festival after all. How can Lady Stark make her rounds with two shadows weighing her down?
Just as you giggle at whatever nonsense was spoken to you, you turn and find not two faces but one broad back. Cregan grumbles, "boys."
The young lords, with their grins, nod at their liege lord, "Lord Stark."
"I'm sure my wife has enjoyed your company, but, it is nigh time for her to entertain other matters."
You come to your husband's side. He turns to you, seeing your smile's been replaced with raised brows. His own furrow.
"Come now, my lord," one of the two speak, "we were just telling our dear lady the folklo-"
"My dear lady had much else to do," Cregan interrupts, voice louder than necessary. He rolls his shoulders back, and suddenly the great sword on his back is more apparent than it was moment ago.
Though the two knew the Lord was not quick to resort to violence, still, they understood that it was time for them to depart, so they do.
Your face contorts as you watch your husband's nostrils flair after the two leave, his hot breath condensing with the cold air. He turns to you and you expect him to give you a talking to. You are frozen in shock when he merely nods and walks away.
Confusion holds your features, so you follow him. Cregan simply goes back to what he was doing, however, which was speaking to one of the farmers about the colts in his stables.
You are left confused, and honestly hurt by the strange treatment from him. After realizing he did not actually want you around him, you find something else to do. Cregan, though kept constantly preoccupied, keeps a close watch, and he is glad that no one lingers longer than they should this time around.
By the end of the day, when you are home eating supper, there is a tension between you two that only you can feel. Cregan is happily finishing his meal when you call out to him.
He averts his attention from his nearly empty bowl to you, "yes, my love?"
You press your lips together, doubting the otherwise plain way the pet name falls off his lips. You procure the gift you'd ben keeping on your lap the whole dinner, pushing it across the table to your husband.
Cregan's brows quirk at the wrapped object. He unfolds it, finding the gift to be a handful of candies. He turns back with a smile, "sweeties."
You return his smile with a softer one, "your favorite."
He pushes the sweets to the middle of the table, "dessert."
You turn to your bowl; you've only eaten half of your food, but your appetite was no longer present. Your husband takes a sweetie, then pushes it closer to you, urging you to take one. So, you do, popping it in your mouth.
"Thank you, love."
You release a breath, finally finding it in you to relax upon receiving the expression you did, "I take it you are no longer cross with me."
"Cross?" his brows knit, "whoever said such a lie?"
You raise your brows, "you ignored me the whole time after telling off Lord Caplan and Derby."
Cregan clears his throat, straightening up in his chair, "aye, I told them off, but I was not ignoring you. I told you I would be preoccupied greatly today."
You deflate "... Yes," you look around aimlessly, "you did."
Cregan's face hardens. He sighs, pushing his chair back, "come to me."
You stare at him for a moment. Part of you wishes to be difficult but you decide to slowly come over to him. Once you were within arm's reach, he scoops you into him and seals you against his chest.
You instinctively adjust atop him, arm coming around his shoulders while his own circle around your torso. He presses a few kisses on your neck before you lean into him. He rubs your sides, "forgive me if it appeared so, my heart."
You turn to him, frowning, "it did appear so, my lord."
Cregan's brows quirk. My lord? What horror. What pain. He frowns back, eager to set things straight, "how might I make it up to you?"
You ghost your fingertips down his cheek, examining his distraught expression. You lean your forehead against his, "I don't know."
Cregan tightens his hold on you, sighing out, "please. I do not wish to be your lord."
The faintest of chuckles slip past your lips, "mmm, but you are my lord, Lord Stark."
His one hand squeezes your thigh, "do not insult me so cruelly, my love."
You giggle under your breath and cup his cheeks.
Cregan relaxes slightly, but he still urges you with his eyes.
"Very well," you hum, "first, you must confess... were you jealous of the two lords?"
"Yes," he admits unabashedly quick.
You are taken off guard by it. You knit your brows and tilt your head, "w h y ?"
"Why?" he tilts his head the other way, "my person smiles at another. Need I say more?"
You raise a brow in disbelief of his explanation.
Cregan nuzzles against you neck, "I cannot help my feelings. Do not hold it so bitterly against me."
You chuckle and clutch the back of his head, leaning your cheek on him, "now... my dearâ"
He perks, pulling away to look at you.
"âwhy ever would I do such a thing?"
Cregan grins, then peppers kisses across your jaw, "my thoughts exactly."
You push him away, gaining his full attention again, "but there is another thing you must do, silly pup."
His nostrils flare. It is not his favorite pet name, but he'd rather that than my lord. "Name it."
You trace his nose before tapping the tip, "take me to bed."
You yelp at the immediate reaction, as does the chair that crashes behind your husband when he jolts to his feet to carry you back into your quarters.
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Having JJ as your boyfriend was exhilarating. There was never a dull moment. You loved each other with every fiber of your being. The two of you were soulmates, destined to be together. JJ brought out the best in you. JJ wanted to be a better man for you because you deserved the world. You have been dating for a while now. It was nothing short of amazing. Not only did you love each other, you wanted a future together.
Your sex life was truly unbelievable. It was mind blowing. JJ was a expert. He knew your body like the back of his hand. He always made you feel comfortable and listened to what felt good. Having sex with JJ was magical. Two people making love and enjoying each otherâs company. JJ did his best to make you happy and focused on your pleasure.
The two of were in JJâs room at the chĂąteau, lounging in JJâs bed. JJ was tracing shapes on your thigh. You were cuddling. Both of you were enjoying the peacefulness of the evening. JJ breaks the silence by saying, âI love you so much baby, so glad I have you by my side.â âI love you too,â you replied. JJ cups your face and leans in for a kiss. Your lips crush together in a messy kiss. JJ feels so lucky to have you. He feels his heart beat faster. Your stomach does little flips and you feel tingly as you make out.
JJâs tongue slides into your mouth. Your tongues dance together as you kiss. âNeed you so bad baby,â JJ pulls back a little and whispers over your lips. You smile at his words and run a hand through his hair. âCan I take this off?â JJ asks pulling at your shirt. âYes.â
JJ removes your shirt leaving you in your ïżŒïżŒïżŒlacey black bra. Then JJ takes off his shirt revealing his toned abs. You place your hands on his stomach and run your fingers over his abs causing JJ to chuckle. JJ starts to kiss your neck sucking deep purple marks onto your skin. JJ pushed your bra straps off your shoulders and unclipped it. He kissed both of your breasts and massaged them with his hands.
You arched your back pushing your boobs into JJâs hand and let out a soft moan. âNeed to be inside you,â JJ pants. You nod your head and remove your shorts. JJ slides his pants off along with his boxers. You lay on your back as JJ hovers over you. He lines his cock at your entrance. âReady for me baby?â
âYes.â JJ slowly entered you with a deep groan. He gives you a minute to adjust before he moves. Then JJ pulls all the way out just to slam back in. He sets a brutal pace as he fucks you deep and raw. You squeezed around him and JJ saw stars. âYou feel so good,â JJ exclaimed.
JJ easily slid in and out with how wet you were. You could tell he was getting close with the way his dick was twitching. He could tell you were getting close because your walls were spasming. âIâm gonna cum,â JJ breathed.
âGive it to me,â you begged. JJ thrusted again and again as he released deep inside you. âOh god, baby⊠Yes⊠Tiffany⊠YesâŠâ JJ yelled as he came. He continued to move through his release drawing it out.
âWho is Tiffany?â You paused absolutely shocked and sick to your stomach.
JJ freezes, realizes his mistake. His eyes widen as he processes what he just said. âOh god, Iâm so sorry Tiffany was my ex. We broke up years ago.â He looks at you with a pained expression. âPlease forgive me.â
âJJ what the fuck?!â You were furious. How could he have done this to you. You thought he loved you.
JJ pulls out and puts some sweats on. He starts pacing the room. "I don't know what came over me. It was a slip of the tongue, I swear. Tiffany and I haven't been together in so long. You mean everything to me."
âHmm,â you speak.
He stands still, running a hand through his hair in distress. "I know I messed up badly. Calling out her name while making love to you... It's unforgivable. I'm so sorry." He looks at you imploringly. "Can you tell me what you're thinking?"
âIm thinking how can you love me when your thinking about another girl. how can this happen? i thought you loved me and only me now iâm not so sure.â
His expression turns agonized. "No, no, baby, please don't think that. I love you with all my heart. Tiffany is just a ghost from my past. I never loved her the way I love you. Please, please believe me. I'm begging you."
âIâll have to think about it.â
He nods solemnly, his heart breaking. "I understand. I've given you reason to doubt me and that kills me. Take all the time you need to think. I'll be here, hoping and praying that you'll forgive me someday. I never meant to hurt you. You're my whole world.â
You stand up and get dressed. âIâm gonna sleep on the couch.â
He watches helplessly as you walk to the couch, his heart heavy with sorrow. "Baby, please... Don't do this. We can talk, work through this together. The couch is not the answer." He follows you, kneeling beside the couch.
âI think i just need some space.â You admit.
âOh um okay, Iâll be just in the next room if you need me, again iâm so sorry,â JJ replied sadly. He never felt so guilty and ashamed.
JJ went to sleep that night thinking of ways he could prove to you he loved you and to win you back. He couldnât loose you and thatâs what scared him the most. He didnât think he would survive loosing you.
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It's Not My Fault You're like In love with me or something | Charles Leclerc
SUMMARY: Y/n L/n new movie is opening new opportunities for her which means she has to do interviews were people can see her "lack of media training" and they start to doubt her relationship with Charles FACE CLAIM: Reneé Rapp pairings: Actress! Reader x Charles Leclerc a/n: I actually enjoyed the new mean girls movie and I am deeply in lov3 with reneé so here you guys go!
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username19 now I know why Charles been mia she's literally making a fool out of herself
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username12 ngl she ate with that fit
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username19 her pr manager has to work harder than the mclaren one
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username12 it's so hard that the f1 fandom doesn't understand her humor
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username280 her lack of media training is what makes y/n y/n
username189 her lack of media training is why we love her
username18 I'm tired of people saying that when it's literally you being yourself. Has no one ever seen her broadway videos?
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username159 exactly! they forget that Charles knows she's like this and that why he loves her so much.
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Y/n turned to face Charles with a small smile adorning her lips. He mimicked her actions as he placed his phone in between the two of them. His hand slowly reached towards her face pushing the hair away to get a better look of her eyes.Â
âYou donât mind then?â Y/n asked softly her eyes never leaving his to notice if there was any sort of discomfort. He shook his head no, not breaking eye contact.Â
âWhat leaves me surprised is the fact that you think it would bother me. I know you already, Iâm aware that sometimes people donât get your humor but Iâve been long enough with you to understand itâ He said slowly pecking your lips to calm you down. You let out a chuckle as you played with his hair.Â
âActually, I was worried that you would have to worry about me beating your ass in F1â Y/n said, throwing her head back laughing. Charles playfully rolled his eyes pushing her shoulder softly, accidentally knocking her off the bed.Â
âShit sorry!â he quickly got off the bed helping her off âbut, you donât even have your license, so I think you should stick to broadwayâ
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