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lilianne-tarot · 18 days ago

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PICK A CARD: How will your future spouse pursue you ⋆˙⟡

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⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ PILE I

Cards Pulled: king of swords, knight of cups reversed, king of pentacles, the sun, the tower, 2 of swords

Right off the bat, you’re gonna think this person is cold. PERIOD. I’m sorry, but King of Swords as the first card, this ain’t some gushy softie sliding into your DMs with heart emojis and “wyd baby.” Nah, theyre giving emotionally disciplined, calculating, and “I only let three people see the real me and you’re not on the list… yet. YET” they might come across lowkey intimidating at first, like, the kind of person who’s quiet in group settings but throws out that one sarcastic comment that’s so sharp it makes everyone laugh and feel personally attacked. 😭💀

BUT TRUST ME, they’re watching you. Like… a hawk. They’re the type who is taking mental notes on your coffee order, your laugh patterns, the way you furrow your brows when you’re deep in thought, stuff even you don’t know you do. But honesty love….. they’re into you from day one, but they plays it off like he’s unbothered. Classic King of Swords move. Strategic af. Theyre lowkey fighting himself. Like, internally they got this soft, romantic, borderline poetic thing brewing, he fantasizes about running into you by “accident,” planning the most aesthetic dates, imagining you in his hoodie😭but he’s actively repressing it. Because vulnerability? He’d rather eat glass, thanks. He doesn’t want to be obvious. He’s convinced if he lets on how deep he’s feeling this, he’ll lose the upper hand or get hurt. So what does he do instead? Weird passive-aggressive things. Acts uninterested one minute, then gives you eyes across the room like he’s trying to telepathically undress your soul the next. Sir. Pick a lane. He doesn’t chase, he builds. He slowly starts showing up for you in the most tangible, grounded ways. Need help with something? He’s already on it. Mentioned your favorite snack in passing? It just “randomly” appears next time. The way this man provides?? You’ll be SHOOK. He’s not flashy about it either. He’s like, “I got you” and means it. That’s when you start going: “Wait… are they… serious?” Because once this person is IN, he is IN. Like, no games, no pullbacks. Suddenly it’s "have you eaten?" and "text me when you get home" and "do you want me to fix that thing?." Husband mode activated.

BUT THEN. Omg. THE TOWER. 😭 Baby this is where it goes OFF. Something will shift drastically. And honestly, You might be the one who triggers it, ofc we are talking about you here so. Like maybe you call him out for his hot-and-cold vibe, or you walk away ‘cause you’re done playing Guess Who: Feelings Edition. Whatever it is, it SHATTERS his cool-boy facade. The Tower is giving “omg I fumbled” realness. He suddenly realizes how much he could lose and spirals. Might even go quiet for a second, lick his wounds, have a whole emotional breakdown. But then… boom. THE SUN. This is where the magic happens. The pursuit becomes warm, honest, and loud. He stops hiding. He owns it. Like, “Yeah, I like you. Actually, I love you. Actually, I wanna grow old with you and argue about what brand of detergent we’re using.” You’ll feel seen, adored, and finally safe in this connection. It’s that post-breakdown glow-up. He starts expressing himself clearly, no longer scared to let you in.

But now. Girl. YOU are gonna be the one hesitating now 😭. That Tower moment hits you, too. You start overthinking: “Can I trust this sudden 180? Was he always this into me and just hiding it? Do I want someone who couldn’t be vulnerable from the start?” Like, your brain starts weighing everythings. And that’s valid! It’s hard to unsee someone’s walls once you’ve bumped into them. So how do you perceive him throughout this journey? At first, cold and confusing af. Then… weirdly magnetic. Then dependable and lowkey daddy-coded. Then chaotic and heartbreak-y. Then sunshine and deeply, deeply sincere. You’ll feel like you’re watching him peel back layer after layer, and each one gets softer, realer, and more him.

His hints would be subtle but intentional. He remembers small things. He lingers a bit longer in conversations than necessary. He suddenly shows interest in the things you love, even if they weren’t his vibe before. He gives you those “you’re the only person in this room I care about” eyes. He’ll NEVER say it first… until he breaks. And when he does? You’re done. Stick a fork in you. Soul snatched. Game over.

I am seeing like he might dream about you before things really pop off. He might tell you later like ,“I had this weird dream we were married lol” and laugh it off, but internall,y he’s BLUSHINGGG because the dream felt real. Also… idk why I’m seeing like… rain or some stormy weather being important??? Maybe the Tower moment literally happens during a stormy day and you both cry under the rain like a movie scene? (i mean…..idc… if i am getting me personal main character moment. It’s all part of the process, i guess💁🏻‍♀️).

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⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ PILE II

Cards Pulled: the tower, king of wands, 5 of pentacles, queen of cups, 8 of pentacles, 10 of pentacles

PILE 2, Okay but… why does this feel like a well written kdrama with 16 episodes??? I mean i could literally make a movie out of this pile 😭 my reaction to the cards were literally: oh, OH, ahh , TF, Oh. My. GOD.😭

The drama. The rawness. The "I didn’t see this coming, but now I literally can’t look away" energy is off the charts. And I’m already obsessed. So let’s talk about how this chaotic yet painfully magnetic future spouse of yours is about to come stomping into your world like they own the place, with all their trauma and broken broken parts and this weirdly hot charisma that shouldn’t be attractive but is. And somehow?? You fall for it. But like… respectfully 😭.

this person doesn’t approach you like your average person in love would do. No flowers and shy glances. Nope. It’s giving, "I just burnt my life down and now I’m rebuilding from scratch and oh look, you’re here too," vibes. Like you know when someone walks into a room and they don’t say much but their energy is SCREAMING "I’ve been through the trauma you couldn't even imagine"? That’s them. Tower card energy straight up. Something’s just collapsed in their life, could be a major breakup, a career flop, family drama, or literally an existential crisis. Honestly? Feels like all three, let’s not lie 💀. But instead of moping around, this person grabs that chaos and turns it into… ambition. Swagger. Power. This is someone who knows how to lead. They pursue you like they’re chasing their next purpose. With intention. With clarity. And this lowkey intimidating confidence that says “I know what I want, and it’s you.” But let’s not pretend it’s smooth sailing here. Bc 5 of Pentacles? Babe. This person has been abandoned, emotionally iced out, or felt major rejection in the past. Like it’s giving "I’ve loved and I’ve lost and now I trust NO ONE but my dog”. And because of that, Their way of pursuing you is… messy. Not in a manipulative way, but in that "I’m trying to be a lover while still patching up my own wounds" type of mess. So expect mixed signals. Hot and cold. Deep talks followed by withdrawal. And you’re gonna be like, “Sir?? Do you like me or do you need therapy??” honestly: it’s both 😭.

Queen of Cups as the next card is where things get interesting. You. Literally you. You're intuitive AF, emotionally intelligent, and probably catch onto their emotional damage in the first week and are like “Yup. You’re hurt. But I see the softie under all that wreckage.” And here's where it gets wild: they know you see it. That’s what makes them pursue harder. You’re the first person who doesn’t just want them for their outer confidence and King of Wands hotness, you want to know their soul. Their weird inner child. Their guilt. Their hidden sadness. And that?? That shakes them. In a good way. You start noticing little things. Like how they’ll work on themselves just to be better for you. They start showing up. Maybe it’s slow, but you’ll see them trying, healing their abandonment issues, learning to communicate, showing effort in tangible ways. Like planning little dates, asking how your day was (and ACTUALLY listening….woah rare, ngl), sharing parts of their past without you asking. They might even pick up new skills or hobbies because you like them. A little "if she likes books, I read books now" moment?? 😭😭 Despite how mature and scarred and big-boss they may appear, at their core, they’re a newbie when it comes to actual healthy love. Like yeah, they’ve loved before. But not YOU kind of love. Not “you see me even when I’m not performing” kind of love. And that humbles the hell out of them. They're awkward about it. Like, "I wanna give you the world but I also don’t know how to wrap a gift box correctly." 😭 It’s so endearing, you can’t help but melt. They pursue you like someone relearning love from scratch, and you become their soft place to land. They’ll stumble. They’ll overthink. But babe, they’ll try. And that’s what makes them fall harder. Because this ain’t about seduction. It’s about growth. They're not gonna outright confess their feels in the beginning. It’s gonna be hidden in acts of service. Like fixing your broken lamp. Or sending you a meme with a weird caption like, "reminds me of u" Or casually saying “I don’t talk to many people like I do with you,” and then acting like it wasn’t a full-on emotional proposal. Their love language is subtle till it’s not, okay?? But your intuitive self picks up on every damn sign, and you’ll know before they even open their mouth. That’s the connection here, psychic soulmate level. You’ll feel their love way before it’s said.

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⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ PILE III

Cards Pulled: king of wands, 3 of cups, knight of swords reversed, the devil, 8 of cups, the star

OKAY, PILE 3 is here and… GIRL this pile has such strong, “Dark romance” vibes and also that “enemies to lovers but we’re obsessed with each other” trope energy like NO OTHER 😮‍💨🔥. Your future spouse? It’s that person who shows up outta nowhere and instantly throws your life into disarray because the connection is too much, too fast, too real. They pursue you like they’ve waited lifetimes to find you and now that you’re finally here, they’re not gonna risk losing you, even if it means accidentally traumatizing you with their intensity first 😭.

So let’s start with the vibe of this person, okay? Immediately I’m seeing someone who is dominant AF in presence, the type of person where the second they walk into a room, your attention shifts without your permission. But they’re not all flash and no depth, this person has that charismatic, “traumatized but make it aesthetic” confidence LOL. Think: the guy who’s lowkey too cool for everyone but gets soft for you 🫠. But it’s not just charm. It's calculated. They choose to pursue you. Like, they spotted you from across the damn soul contract timeline and were like, “Yep. That one. Mine.” LMAO.

Here’s where it gets juicy though, this person doesn’t make their pursuit clean or safe. We’ve got the Knight of Swords reversed mixed with The Devil and 3 of Cups… BABY. I’m not gonna lie, their approach is gonna have you shook. This isn't some slow-burn "lemme get to know you" type of chase. Nah, it’s giving intoxicated obsession. Like they’re coming at you way too fast, might say things they haven’t thought through (hello chaotic confessions??), maybe even making moves when you’re like “Wait… tf is happening?!” . And I SWEAR this person gives off the vibe of someone who might try to "just be friends" first… but they absolutely fail at it. Like... you’re not slick, sir. The way they look at you? Not very "friendly." More like "I wanna pin you to the wall in a meaningful way." 😭 it’s like you look into their eyes once aand you are going inot their crib TONIGHT.

BUT. Their pursuit of you isn’t just lusty and impulsive, it’s coming from a place of deep yearning and soul ache. You’re literally the star they’ve been trying to find after walking away from a bunch of superficial crap. I’m getting that they’ve already been through a lot emotionally, they’ve had to let go of people, addictions (literal or emotional), maybe even success that wasn’t fulfilling. So while their approach is messy and extra (like “sir pls chill”), it’s coming from a place of craving real healing, real light, REAL connection. And guess what? That’s what you are to them. Their fkn North Star. And trust me, they don't even realize it at first, like they’re thinking they’re chasing a thrill, but gets, spiritual awakening outta nowhere. Bestie… you’re gonna think they’re too much. 😂 Straight up. You’ll be like “This person is hot, sure……but wtf is this energy??” It’ll feel like you’re constantly trying to decide between “should I kiss them or block them?” Energy chaotic AF. You’ll clock them trying to play it cool, but their eyes? Screaming "I'm feral for you." It’s also possible they’ll show up when you’re trying to move on from someone/something else, and you’ll be hesitant because you’re finally healing, vibing, living in peace, and here comes this walking temptation in human form, knocking on your aura like “hey 😏.” i mean really this emoji is the perfect example of how i am imagining this person. There’s definitely a karmic undertone here, like you two have danced this dance before in past lives but it was let uncompleted. So now, they're NOT playing around. And the way The Star closes the reading? OOF. After all the chaos, the push/pull, the temptation, and messy little love games… they want peace with you. You are the peace. The wish. The endgame. But it’s not gonna come pretty.

Okay so their hints are not actually hints. They’ll accidentally drop the biggest signs , forgetting they’re supposed to pretend. They’ll joke about being obsessed with you? Deadass. They’ll mention you in every convo “by accident.” They might post quotes on their stories or make weird comments like “If I ever fall in love, it’ll be someone like you” 🙄, SIR. STOP. WE SEE YOU. The 3 of Cups energy is also giving “I’ll use mutual friends to get close to you,” like casually showing up at a party where you just happen to be?? Please.And listen, not everything will be smooth sailing. That Devil energy is LOUD. There will be moments where you’ll wonder if you’re drawn to them because it’s fated… or because it’s toxic. But that’s part of the growth arc. They’re not here to ruin your life, they’re here to crack your heart open with messy hands. And once they realize that they can’t control you? That’s when the real magic starts. That’s when they fall so damn hard, they start building a whole new version of themselves just to be worthy of your light.

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ghostedbunnie · 4 months ago

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trouble comes in fours

tf141 x fem!reader reader wants to get rid of her ex and tf141 might have the perfect scare factor

imagine that your ex simply can't take a hint and keeps creeping on your social media so in a desperate attempt to get rid of him the only way you know is gonna work is to scare him off with a new guy. someone he can't even think off challenging.

on a night out with your friends you are venting out your frustrations about it. while you are in the middle of retelling the last time he tried to slide into your DMs the door to the bar open and you can feel the air shift.

the group of 4 guys walk in. most of them have to duck their heads through the doorway. when they settle into a quieter corner that seems to have a great vantage point to overlook the entirety of the bar your friend nudges you. "looks like 4 possible solutions to your problem just walked in."

your eyes go wide and you sputter out that there is no way. the thought of sending a drink to any of them is almost as terrifying as shoving your head into a tank full of piranhas.

the night continues and with every drink, your fear gives into curiousity. what's the worst thing they could do? bring it back? you can just leave before that happens. the alcohol and your friends chip away at you for few minutes before you gather up the courage. you honestly don't even know which one of them you're sending the drink to.

there's a loud pretty boy with a slightly overgrown mohawk wildly gesturing and retelling some story from the looks of it. when the dim light catch his eyes just right they almost glint silver.

another one but great deal calmer sits opposite, he has a killer smile with slight dimples. just the sight of those dimples could make panties drop.

next to him is a possibly older guy around 40s you'd wager, you can't see his face clearly because half of it is hidden underneath a hat and the other under a very impressive beard. but even from the little you can see the rug burn from that beard would definitely be worth it. simply based on the commanding air around him.

in the corner next to the loud-mouth sits a shadow. honestly in your slight drunk daze you almost missed him in his dark hoodie, pants and face mask. you don't see him drink but the drink in front of him does magically disappear anyway. and whenever you turn around from gawking you swear you can feel someone's stare. but as you get the chills you tell yourself it's probably the a/c blaring.

imagine your surprise when the bartender sends 4 drinks to the table and when you look back to asses the situation you have 4 (well 3 as the big boy in the corner doesn't touch the drink but inclines his head at you) miming a clinking motion while sipping on the drinks.

the mortification doesn't end because when your friends abandon you for some more dance time and you turn to get up to the bathroom you walk straight into a hard chest of the pretty boy. he calms your apologies from running into him with a smile. "wanted ta thank you for the drink, bonnie."

heat rushes to your face as you try to somehow talk your way out of this mess because what seemed like a great idea when your head was swimming with 9 drinks is starting to seem a lot worse now that you are slowly sobering up.

"nothing ta worry 'bout. come sit with us. it feels wrong to keep a bonnie lass like yerself all alone."

next up: simon's ver. // others are coming soon

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cursedcola · 6 months ago

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Prompt: Couples will evidently begin to mimic their better half after some time. What traits do you steal from him, and vice versa? Fandom: Twisted Wonderland Characters: Everyone - because I want to and I’m amidst fleshing out all my Yuu/Character dynamics + designs Format: Headcannons. Masterlist: LinkedUP Parts: Heartslabyul | Savanaclaw (Here) | Octavinelle | Scarabia | Pomefiore | Ignihyde | Diasomnia A/N: Putting all my brain rot from my notes into something cohesive. Contrary to my love for ripping your hearts out, I've come with some fluff this time around. BTW you may or may not already do things mentioned - I write my works with a specific Yuu in mind for each character so this is based on them. Just a reminder.

Habits You Steal

Sleep like the Dead (Inherited): Nothing wakes you anymore. Leona is as "selfish" as they come, and has no regard for your schedule. He doesn't feel remorse for soaking up your time in the slightest. Why should he? Other people do it for 90% of the day. Take a load off, the bags under your eyes are unsightly. If he doesn't want to wake up in the morning? You ain't either. It's a done deal. If the building isn't up in flames then don't bother asking. Evidently, prolonged and frequent daytime siestas take their toll on your circadian rhythm. You now need just as - if not more - sleep than Leona. Napping out in public and at the rowdy Savanaclaw Dorm bestowed upon you a disturbance immunity. Ramshackle could be in the middle of a raid and you wouldn't move. Not unless something singed your skin or really did some damage. It's become an actual problem. Crewel is considering a sleep study.

"Oi, herbivore...stop squirming so much. You almost crushed my tail. Hah? Class? You don't need it. Just borrow notes from one of those little friends or make the cat go....fine. Gimmie your homework later. I can teach you a thing or two. That is, if you can handle it." <- Grim can't be trusted on his own? Not Leona's problem. You're half of a student. Half. Not full. Half. There's your loophole now go back to sleep. Yap any more and he'll roll on top of you. Good luck talking with a mouth full of hair.

Perfume (Developed): This comes about in an awkward manner. Beastmen have keen smell. It's a given. Bada bing, bada boom, Leona knows your scent. He could point out the Ramshackle Prefect from a half-mile radius. Now he's never said your scent is unpleasant. Quite the contrary, although the lion would never admit it. The issue here is that your scent acts as a calling card, and Leona is clingy. So you ask Vil for the most popular perfume, potion, cologne - whatever - and start wearing it to mask your scent. At least enough so Leona's de-buffed to a one-fourth mile radius. It doesn't work entirely. No perfume is that strong. It's also an active assault on Leona's nose...but it had to be done. Side note - this was his plan all along. He isn't keen on non-human folk sniffing you out easily. Beastmen, most Mermen, and even select Fae have keen noses. Not that his own scent isn't a deterrent, but some masking perfume is worth the occasional nose-shank if it keeps snickering busybodies off your tail when he isn't around.

"Here. Take this and throw out whatever crap it is you've got on. You want me to say it flat? You reek." <- Take the scent masking balm he's giving and don't shop retail ever again. His nose hairs are literally burning off. The balm costs more than your entire dorm to make, but Leona won't ever admit it. You have an ultimatum. It's either this, or wearing one of his old vests around Savanaclaw. Now unless you want to be twinning with him and Ruggie, do the man a favor and comply.

Hair Ties (Developed): Bless his genetics for that wonderful, silky mane - but he needs to tame it. With how smothering Leona can be, you end up with a mouthful of hair at least twice a day. Man is tall, and he loves using his prefect as a leaning post. Which is cute but he sheds. So your arm is perpetually wrapped with hair-ties 24/7 like a cased sausage, because every time you give him one it disappears. It's on purpose, of course. He also snaps them whenever you aren't paying attention. Spiteful bas-

Biting (Inherited): Biting is a common display of affection in beastfolk culture. Not that Leona ever bothered to tell you this. His little nips (in no small amount) were usually passed off as punishments for being annoying. A lie, naturally. One could say it’s the human equivalent of cute aggression? Yet it has more meaning since it’s reserved for close connections such as family and lover. Although drawing blood or leaving a mark behind is reserved for the latter. You had to learn all this from a textbook, of course. No one in Savanaclaw was going to butt into Leona’s affairs, and Ruggie found your ignorance a funny game to taunt his Housewarden with. You were on your own, on a quest to save your skin. Literally.

Regardless, it’s Leona’s way of affection. Bonus points since he can do it without you knowing why. It’s only natural that you return the favor, playing along whenever he has to hold composure. Acting as if you don’t know and relishing in his micro- reactions. It’s only a matter of time before he figures you out, but it’s so nice to have the upper hand for once.

"That's for showin' up late. Don't like it? Not my problem...yawn if is' so bad, just take my bandanna...Why do you care if it's got Savana colors? Ya spend enough time 'round here, no one's gonna say anything." <- If it really bothered you, he'd stop. King of consent and of reading body language. Otherwise it's a go-go. Also if someone did have a problem with you sporting Savanaclaw colors? He doesn't need to kick their ass. Beastfolk got better hearing than most, and if one of his overhears you getting shit for wearing their dorm's colors then the classic night raven pride will pop out.

Habits He Steals:

Vegetables (Inherited): Leona sticks to meat, cheese, bread, and more meat. Bring on the steak. Bring on the beef. Bring on the deluxe cutlet sandwiches. Savanaclaw's kitchen is the most costly of all the dorms purely for how much Beastmen eat. If Ruggie can guzzle down seven plates in a sitting yet still look like a stick? Imagine a Lion's appetite. No one knows how you managed to get this guy to eat a salad like a true herbivore, but it's a cold day in the Savanaclaw dormitory when Leona's facing down a spinach side-salad on top of his lunch. Meanwhile you're happily munching away at the table, picking random veggies off your own plate to put on his. Each instance accompanied by an agitated twitch of his tale, but the lion's eerily silent. Dire Crowley is right. The Ramshackle Prefect is a Beast Tamer indeed...

"Now I know you didn't just pick at my plate, herbivore. Your luck's running thin...Oi. That's enough. I'll sooner eat one of your limbs than another turnip" <- he, in fact, did eat the turnip. The threat scared his underclassmen so much, that seeing you come around still in one piece the next day earned you a warrior's respect.

Correspondence (Developed): Leona's used to getting a sea of letters from ministers, attendants, and a particular little menace back at the palace. Unless it was an urgent message - he'd let the letters go unchecked after skimming them. Replying always took too much effort, and he'd rather not encourage unexpected visits like during the annual Magiift tournament. That is until you start receiving them as well. Nowhere near the amount Leona deals with - but he'd rather die than have his family telling you things without the ability to intercept. Falena blackmails him into responding to Cheka's letters, or else the little furball is going to use you as a penpal for writing practice. Side Note 2.0 - regardless of Leona's 'cooperative' ways, you still write to the mini lion in 'secret'. He knows but gave up caring.

"Another one? Just toss the damn thing. No - hmph. Give me that. I'll respond, just don't start up the lecture." <- You always manage to find the letters Cheka sends over before Leona can get to them. It clicks that you're a middle-man once they start showing up at Ramshackle instead of his dorm. Leona can't wait too long to respond, otherwise you'll start harping him over how cute the kid's handwriting is or whatever picture he drew. He lets you keep them. Cheka's got his own exhibit on the Ramshackle fridge.

Accommodating (Developed): Leona’s not necessarily a ‘verbal’ communicator, despite his smart mouth that always manages to get the last word. He will not openly lend his aid without a bit of pressing before hand - his pride would never allow it. Take the three days you and Grim stayed in his dorm as an example. Inevitably you earned the right to crash in his room, but there was a roundabout to get there. Mainly for show, since in Savanaclaw things are earned not given. You also weren’t close back then. He wouldn’t go easy on anyone, even if they’re from a different dorm or stranded homeless by some octopunks.

The tides change for you, and only for you. His morals are held high, and his ability to treat a partner well is no exception. There is no glory in being above your supposed equal. Everything is shared. This means Leona’s room is now your room, just as Ramshackle is now partly his. He’s clearing some of his closet out, filling it with your stuff, and doing the same back at your place. Doesn’t even ask and doesn’t give a damn that there are dozens of open rooms. It’s the principle. Sharing a space is letting someone see your most vulnerable being. Not that he’d think you could ever do any significant damage (lies) - but considering he doesn’t want anyone within a five foot radius during his leisure time, Leona giving you open access speaks volumes.

"Hah? So what? It's not like I'm forcin' them into it. Got a problem with how I act? Enlighten me." == Talk about nonchalont. Leona is well aware of the imprint he's left on you. He sees it in the way you talk. The way you think. Not just in the chess matches he makes you sit through over and over. Round after round until you can put him into check. You're confident. You're demanding. You're ripe potential that he got to first before anyone else. You chose him, and no amount of backtalk on your end outshines that you like him enough to mimic his ways. The Ramshackle Prefect’s presence isn't something people can overlook anymore, and Leona is damn proud that he's left a mark.

Habits You Steal:

Extreme Couponing/Haggling (Inherited): If you do not think Ruggie spends his Sunday mornings going through sales ads? You are sorely mistaken. This man is an absolute menace when it comes to hitting the market and squeezing a shop-keep for everything they are worth. Sam fears no creature in all of Twisted Wonderland aside from this particular hyena. Screw fighting blot - grab some popcorn and kick back to observe the game of verbal chess those two engage in every week. It's more entertaining than any battle or show. You will become Ruggie's apprentice. Ain't no partner of his going through life without the ability to haggle. Sam stands no chance.

“Ya get this week’s ad? Good. C’mon over and we’ll get the clippings going. I think I saw somethin’ about a buy-one get-two on those candies ya like. Maybe if your nice enough, I’ll shmooze Sam for a bonus!” <- Ruggie honestly enjoys having a coupon buddy. He makes a show about how you take too long, and that if you don’t wake up early then he won’t stick around! Can’t miss the sale, so he isn’t lying there. Except he does grab what you need on the off chance you do miss the meetup. Side note - he doesn’t just take an apprentice without ulterior motives. This is all in preparation for you to handle the slum markets. If you can’t fight off a few broke students, then you won’t last a day back home.

"Shishishishi" (Inherited): There is no escaping it. For the countless times you've poked fun at his little wheezy laugh - imagine the utter mortification when it came not from him! No no. From you. It's unconscious and in the moment you don't recognize anything wrong. You were only laughing over a won victory against Sam. That new lamp you wanted for your work-desk finally within reach, and 70% off no less! Said conman looks at you with eyes blown wide, because great seven there are two of them now. It takes a moment for self-awareness to hit, but you're too late. Two fuzzy-satellites atop a mop of shaggy blonde curls perk up, and your laugh from before echoes from the original culprit's mouth.

“I heard that! You’re doin’ it wrong. Gotta put more air, Shishishi~” <- Ruggie’s a taunting little turd on a good day. Be prepared. You won’t be living this down. Karma’s a bitch, ain’t it? Next thing is to train ya in the art of sticky fingers - no? Ugh. Fine. Ya Goodie-Goodie.

Hands Up! (Inherited): Ruggie has a very unique way of standing. Hands behind his head, laced together to support his neck. One hip normally supports most of his weight, and he's always in a deep-slouch. Bro doesn’t need to cast ‘Laugh With Me’ for his movements to be mirrored, because you’re already following along without realizing. Leona finds the mimicry unsettling. Take that freaky shit out of his line of sight.

Habits He Steals:

Sharing Food (Developed): This is the inner hyena coming out. Just like in the slums, it's demanded to share amongst your own. He might be a sleaze to other people, but not to you. This also backfires into Ruggie thinking that what's yours is his as well - but that's not the point. He'll plop down next to you at dinner and wordlessly offer up half of his meal. You need more meat on those bones, he'll say if protested. In turn he'll then take half of your dessert. It's a sign of trust, instinctively believing that whatever's on your plate is safe to eat. Yet also shows that he's taken you as one of his - and that's a privilege no one at NRC has. No strings attached because everything you both have is shared. On a side note, you'll never be-rid of Ruggie once this comes to pass.

Shared Wardrobe (Developed): Again with the collective treasure hoard, but with a twist. Ruggie can essentially squeeze into most clothing or modify them to his needs. If it works, then it works. So he'll happily offer up any modified dregs he has for your usage, and in turn he will claim whatever clothes you aren't overly attached to. There is also the matter of scent, of course. Ruggie is the type of person to cut up one of your old pajama shirts and fashion arm-bands, making sure to have one knotted around his bicep at all times. You in turn are welcome to swipe his bandanna at your leisure in place of that tacky uniform tie.

“Hey…you seen my blaz - hah? Uh, nevermind. I’ll go grab somethin’ else. Where’d ya leave the heavier coat Gran sent over. Forget it, I’ll just go check myself” <- The first time you snag one of his oversized blazers or hoodies gets him. It gets him bad. Sharing with Leona was one thing but, c'mon. Warn a guy would ya? You're so lucky he's an opportunist on quick feet, so of course he’ll take the chance to steal something you wear often. Ruggie’s great at brushing off any taunts or quips. Being Leona’s right hand gets him stable back at Savanclaw, but that doesn’t take away years of being the underdog. Whether the other beastfolk stare at him openly brandishing your clothes means little, if anything, he enjoys it. Cause once again the underdog’s got a top prize.

Caffeine Addiction (Inherited): Ruggie spends more time and effort running around than most. His *hobby* is doing part-time work. Those overpriced sugar-loaded drinks never appealed to him because why waste money when powering through is just as effective? Or chugging some ice water? Yet you seemingly always have some sort of caffeine to make it through the hell NRC dishes out, and Ruggie being a mooch is always there to steal at least 1/3 of it. Now he’s trained and gets extremely sluggish around mid-day without a dose. It’s your fault if he falls off his broom during spelldrive practice.

"Wha'cha trying to say with that tone, huh? Think I'm not good enough? 's that it? There're way worse chumps to take after. Way I see it? They're learnin' how to make it in this world, sha ha ah! So thanks!...eh, why're you still here? Shoo already." == Considering rumors never have anything good to say about Ruggie's attitude, he's not dumb enough to take the little 'compliment' as genuine. More like as a backhanded sight towards your relationship. Rugs could care less about what those nobodies have to say. Not like they've got anything he's after, just some busybodies that scurry off with their tail between their legs when things get rough. Even if you catch word of it, Ruggie ain't going to get pissy because they're right. Everything they're saying is right, he is rubbing off on you. He is actively trying to. Life isn't a peach and it's not like he's strong enough to protect you from the hardships. It'll be a big laugh if you pull that righteous crap and try to defend his honor, though. Someone better get it on camera.

Habits You Steal:

Paternal Disappointment (Inherited): There was a time, a simpler time, a Jack-less time...when you were a fool. No. You are one to this day, but it is better tamed under Jack's strict aura of perpetual disappointment. Once on the side of being scolded with Ace and Deuce, you are now the one doing the scolding. You are not fun anymore. There is a stick shoved so far up your ass, and it's now part of your internal organ system. Ace dubs you a traitor, as does Grim. You've gone to the dark side in exchange for the morally sound wolfboy to offer cuddles and the occasional snack. I'm sorry to tell you this dear prefect but you've become....*gasp* the (mom/dad) friend.

“Boring? Who said you were boring?…don’t listen to those jerks. You’ve always had a good head on your shoulders. They’re just upset that they can’t get away with murder anymore - Uh, not t-that I was jealous or anything! Don't get the wrong idea! . Hmph.” <- Jack doesn’t take offense when others call him names, but he doesn’t like when you’re brought into it. At all. Especially because he used to be jealous how you, Ace, Grim and Deuce were more tight-knit than with any of the other first years. Like a pack. That behavior is childish, and Jack hates that he used to think that way. As if your attention was something he had to fight over. It's not like he wanted the same bond you shared with those three either, that's friendship and he wanted more. By being with you, Jack knew that it was going to put him on a different tier than the others. That's just what happens. Part of him feels guilty that you might be losing face because of him. His reputation isn’t bad, but he does have a resting angry face. Reassure him in turn and Jack will be over the moon. Any happier and his wagging tail can become a makeshift duster for the dorm (Were he on earth, he’d definitely get the nickname ‘tails’. After the sonic character, just to clarify)

Meal Prep (Inherited): This is actually an amazing influence and is wonderful for someone on a tight-schedule. You're not going to be eating high-protein meals every night, neither wasting away in an attempt to chug down pre-workout shakes. That's on Jack and Jack alone. Helping him prep meals is a nice touch and a pleasant evening spent together once a week. You don't become strict with it, but Jack does convince you to at least prepare some of your favorite dishes as snacks/emergency meals. He also constantly shoves energy water and vitamins in your bag. No more cup-noodle or scrap sandwiches on those nights you don't reach the mess hall on time. Now you have balanced meals, and get to flaunt matching containers with your boyfriend. Very cute. Everyone hates both of you.

"Uh...are all those stickers really necessary? I know we agreed on matching boxes but this is a bit...No! I'm not embarrassed! Gah, just keep it to a minimum. Nothing that falls off or sparkles." <- He is flustered beyond compare after every track meet. At first he barely bat an eye, thinking nothing of the orange bento box with chibi-cactus stickers and his name written in bold bubble lettering on top. You decorated it just for him, and if it meant you would carry around a spare meal then that's even more incentive. Yet the smell of fresh food attracts jocks after a meet like nothing else, and the teasing was relentless. It isn't enough to stop him from enjoying his meal, though.

Lint Roller (Developed): Leona sheds, but Jack? He is like owning six full-grown huskies. He apologizes profusely for the shedding, especially since the NRC uniforms are black. You run through lint rollers like Deuce runs through eggs. It isn't Jack's fault, but man. Ramshackle collects both dust and fur bunnies these days.

Habits He Steals:

Piggy-Back(Developed):Jack carries you everywhere. He's normally very patient but when there's a place to be? Well, he wants to get there on time. Jack has a strict bedtime at 10:00pm sharp and so his free hours are scarce. Do you want enough time to enjoy the lakeside as planned? If so, hop on his back so no time is wasted. Jack also pressures you to join him for morning and evening jogs. He refuses to give up his diligence, but also is acutely aware that there is little spare time he can afford you during the week. Either you have to keep up with him, or you're getting used as a makeshift weight and being hauled across campus. Relationships need quality time to grow and this is the perfect excuse to hog your attention for two hours every day. Not that he'd admit it, but the swish of his tail while you chat is enough to tell Jack's enjoying his runs much more than before.

"Are you comfortable? Just let me know if I'm going too quick. I'll try not to jostle you around too much...if you're tired then take a nap. I'll wake you when we're back home." <- He'd prefer if you didn't sleep. It messes with your circadian rhythm, but the whole point of this is to help you relax. Just knowing you're with him is enough to make Jack happy. Rain or shine, no excuses. If it's cold he'll let you use his hair to block out the chill, although he'd never let you out in anything less than the proper gear. Even if he joins Deuce or Vil on occasion - you're his favorite running partner.

Safety (Developed): Jack asks you to text him twice a day. Once in-between class, even though you’ll be spending lunch together, and once before bed at 9:30pm. The morning isn’t needed since he’s your alarm clock. He understands that as a prefect, you don’t have a curfew like the majority of students. Yet he is communicative with concerns about you being outside of Ramshackle late after dark. Even when you were just friends, hearing the story of when A-Deuce hauled you to that abandoned mine in the middle of the night? The blot monster and how close it came to you guys not making it? Magic or not, that would worry anyone with common sense. It doesn’t help that Ramshackle has no security beyond its resident ghosts.

"- and you just went with them? Because the headmaster told you to? Are you insane!?...No. You're right. What's done is done. Just...call me if something like that ever happens again." <- Thank the seven Jack's hair is already white.

Jack never thought he’d care this much about anyone. When your partner is a walking heart-attack, in the best way possible mind you, one just wants some piece of mind.

Covering Ears (Inherited): It's a natural response to cover your ears when frightened. Like when watching a scary movie and you don't want to hear what comes next. Jack covers his ears because they're sensitive, and loud noises can cause a migraine quicker than anything else. Especially when they're sudden. His hearing is more sensitive than most, being a wolf beastman. It's almost on par with Leona's. Yet his first instinct when there is a loud noise is to cover your ears instead of his. Even though you're human, the instinct to protect them takes over. It's also his way of being within arm's reach in case of a threat. You must be scared being in a new place. Jack will never let himself forget that. Nor how brave you are for continuing on regardless.

"What a relief...huh? Nah, I didn't say anything. Isn't there a test coming up in Alchemy next week? Want to hit the books together?" == The type to divert the topic as quick as possible, on the chance that he lets too much slip. Needless to say that Jack is relieved to hear that you're mimicking him on an unconscious level. It means that you trust him. That you respect him and see him as an equal. It's the biggest compliment Jack can ever ask for. If people are automatically associating you together, then it means he's done his job. You're part of his pack - and outsiders can recognize it at first glance. He'll do a good job at hiding how happy it made him, but expect that tail to wag at torpedo speed the next time he sees you.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst x reader #twst imagines #twst scenarios #leona kingscholar #jack howl #ruggie bucchi #leona kingscholar x reader #jack howl x reader #ruggie bucchi x reader #this...took a lot longer than i intended #it was hard to pick without going too in detail with who i view as 'yuu' for each character

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stargirlrchive · 8 months ago

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simon’s work wife

one — two — three — four — five

cw: simon riley x fem reader, smut no plot like just literal sex

you would come to learn that simon was a very dedicated lover. he was—to put it simply—starved, and it appeared that you were the meal.

your mind had turned into a cloudy mess of desire as his thick, calloused finger ripped the flimsy elastic of your underwear. his hands moving to grip the soft part of your thighs to spread you open for him.

you had no time to be embarrassed at being so exposed because he was parting your lips and then nosing at your clit.

your back arched almost instantly, his tongue laying flat against your puffy clit and flicking over and over again. lips attaching to the soft nub to suck.

your hands didn’t know what to do, he was sucking the air right out of you. soft cries of pleasure tumbling out of your mouth as he worked you open.

“taste ev’n better than i imagined, sweetheart.”

your fingers moved to palm at you breast, your nipples pebbled and aching at all the pleasure he was giving you.

your body tensed beneath him as one of his thick, meaty fingers circled your entrance, gently dipping in the tip before pulling out, “relax f’r me, baby. gotta get ya’ ready f’r my cock.”

you nodded absentmindedly, only being able to focus on his mouth still tonguing at your clit and his finger dipping inside of you.

it was all too much yet not enough.

your face burned at the ease in which his finger entered you, a soft slick sound as he pumped into you steadily. he hummed softly, pulling away from your clit to watch as his finger disappeared inside of you, “ya’ always get this wet, doll?”

he didn’t give you time to respond, because soon after he was sinking a second finger into you. your breath getting caught in your throat at the stretch. his fingers pumping and curling, in and out—while he used his thumb to press against your clit.

his body slowly began to move upwards, pressing kisses as he went. from your thighs, to your stomach, up your breast—to which he gave special attention to. sucking your nipple into his mouth, fingers pumping into you rhythmically. then up your neck, finally to your mouth.

it was messy, one of his hands tangling in your hair to tilt your head back, neck straining as his mouth crashed into yours.

he was trying to devour you, tongue pushing into your mouth, teeth scraping against your lip and swallowing down every little noise of pleasure that left your mouth.

your pussy pulsed around his fingers, heating coiling low in your belly as his kiss pushed you over. he swallowed down your warbled moan of his name as he pumped into you over and over again.

your body grew pliant beneath his, limbs loosened and mind foggy as he nipped at your throat. “doin’ okay?”

you nodded lazily, fingers moving down to trail over his bare chest. your hand dipped down to the elastic of his sweat pants and he grunted, catching your wrist and cradling it to his chest. “use your words, doll.”

you whined softly, and a soft noise of amusement left simon’s mouth, “i’m more than okay. feel great.”

he huffed a laugh and brought your hand up so he could kiss your wrist, “ya’ don’t know how bad i’ve been wanting you like this.”

your hips tilted up, his cock pressing against your belly as your lips quirked up softly, “i have a guess.”

simon grunted lowly, pressing his hips down against you, nose trailing up your throat as he mumbled, “this what you wanted, hm?”

he hips rocked forward, rubbing right against your sensitive clit as you parted your legs further for him, “j’st needed someone to wife ya’ up, huh?”

your pussy pulsed at his words, fingers clawing into his back, desperately trying to get him closer to you. “such a sweet little thing, m’surprised ya’ weren’t already snatched up ‘nd filled.”

a noise of protest left your mouth as his hips lifted from yours, it was only for a second, just enough time for simon to pull his sweats down for his cock to slip out.

a heavy hand pulled one of your legs up, pressing your knee to your chest and your eyes nearly rolled back as simon spit onto your cunt. his other hand wrapped around the base of his cock as he pushed between your folds.

he used your slick and his spit to coat his cock, thrusting the tip against your clit before dragging his length back down to your entrance.

you couldn’t breathe, not as you felt the weight of his cock on you. even less as the head dipped into your warm pussy for the first time, “but don’t ya’ worry, sweetheart. g’nna fill ya’ up s’good.”

he grunted out a low ‘fuck’ as his cock finally pushed into you. your pussy was warm and snug, swallowing him down eagerly as you mewled beneath him.

it burned, he was big—you really shouldn’t have been so surprised that it felt like he was splitting you open. “relax, baby. doin’ so good.”

two of his fingers dipped between the both of you so he could tease at your puffy clit as he delivered short thrust into you. every inch that slid into you went in easier.

an almost feral smile gracing simon’s lips when he sunk into you completely. his pelvis pressed into yours, balls snuggly resting against your ass.

“fuck, takin’ it so well, sweet girl.”

you were a mess before he even began plowing into you. thick cock spearing you open again and again. his hands greedily cupping your breast, your hips—sometimes even pressing into your belly to make you feel even fuller.

desperate little noises left your mouth as he fucked into you deep and desperate. barely pulling his cock out before he’s sinking into you again—as if he can’t stand not being inside you.

grunts left simon’s mouth, rough little noises that had your pussy pulsing around his length. “ya’ g’nna let me cum inside ya’, baby? g’nna take it like a good girl?”

your nails dug into his back as he finally lowered your leg down, spreading your thighs apart to thrust deeper, his tip desperately knocking against the soft spot inside you that made you go dizzy. “yes—please!”

a thick hand wrapped around your throat, your eyes snapped open to look up at him and the look in simon’s eyes had your cunt tightening around him, “yeah, baby? should i turn my missus into a momma?”

a desperate noise left your mouth at his words, the coil that had tightened in your belly snapped as your body shook with your orgasm.

simon delivered a few shallow thrust into you before he was groaning roughly, warmth spread throughout your body as his cum filled your messy cunt.

simon pressed into you, his body weighing yours down but you felt too good to care. his nose trailing down your throat as his rough fingers massaged your aching muscles. soft praises and gentle touches were the last thing you had expected from your lieutenant, but he was as devoted to you as he was to the field.

“such a good little wife.”

#PICK ME CHOOSE ME LOVE ME #simon riley x reader #simon riley x reader smut

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ofbatsandballads · 2 months ago

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have a little Jason drabble inspired by me going to my work bestie’s bachelorette party tonight. yes, yes I did imagine all this while getting ready and what about it? also consider this a part of my jason gets the girl series.

Jason Todd is a worrier. You knew that the very first night you met him when he automatically assumed that you, a woman living alone and wearing fuzzy pajamas, would be a danger to him. You know that now by his incessant questions that he’s been pelting at you for the past hour.

“You’ll keep in contact with me, right?” he asks from the other side of the shower curtain.

“Of course, Jay,” you reply as you twist like a contortionist while shaving your legs.

“I know it’s a bachelorette party, but please don’t drink so much that you don’t know what’s goin’ on around you, baby,” he says, voice raised so you can hear him over your hair dryer.

“I know, Jay. I’ve not forgotten where we live!” you shout back as reassuringly as you can.

“You sure I can’t convince ya to stay here with me?” he asks, only half joking, as you flip through the hangers in your shared closet looking for what to wear.

“You’re making a very convincing argument,” you concede as he kisses down your neck. “But no. Alas, I cannot be a shitty friend.”

“Fine. But at least wear somethin’ that goes with the jacket I got you,” he grumbles.

You laugh under your breath. This man. He’s such a worry wart. But you get it. Jason goes out every night into the belly of the beast, sees the worst of the worst. He knows what happens to vulnerable young women in this city, and you can’t blame him for his overprotective nature. So if wearing the tan leather jacket, a smaller replica of the one he wears as Red Hood, that has a tracker sewn into the interior is what he needs to ease his anxious mind, you’ll do it without complaint.

“It’s a gorgeous jacket, Jaybear. It goes with everything,” you say as you scratch soothingly at his scalp.

“You know where you’ll be tonight?” he asks from the foot of your bed, watching you as you put on your makeup.

“Uh huh. We’re not going to any bars or clubs or anything like that. Maid of honor just rented a penthouse in the Diamond District. We’ll probably spend the night eating pizza and drinking cocktails,” you answer as you try not to stab yourself in the eye with your mascara wand.

Jason makes a little grunt of agreement. You idly think that he sounds just like his dad, but you also don’t say that because you’re not a complete idiot. Also because you once told Jason he looked like Bruce and how miraculous that was since he was adopted, and he spent the next three days mumbling 'don't look anythin’ like the old man’ every time he glanced in a mirror.

You glance behind you in the vanity mirror to see the love of your life. His expression tugs your heartstrings. He looks so…melancholy. Emotions are storming in his sea green eyes and all you want is to ease his worries. You lay down your makeup brush and pad over to him, settling down in his lap. His hands come up automatically to rest on your hips, thumbs stroking over the softness.

“What’s wrong, angel?” you whisper, smoothing out the creases between his furrowed eyebrows with the tips of your fingers.

“I don’t—” he stops abruptly, tries to find the words he needs. “I’m not tryin’ to be overbearing. Don’t wanna be one of those guys that tells their girl what to do.”

He takes a breath and you stay silent. He has to get this out and you’ll wait as long as it takes.

“I just…worry. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I can’t lose you. I can’t,” and his voice breaks like stained glass. “I wouldn’t survive it. I know this is fuckin’ stupid. Me actin’ like this over a bachelorette party but I just…I can’t stop thinkin’ about all the things that could happen.”

Oh. Oh, your sweet, loving, heaven sent boyfriend. You know his past haunts him, that this city haunts him. You wish you could take all his worries away and wrap him in a nice warm blanket. You’d tuck him away from the world, keep him safe and happy and cared for all his days if you could.

“Jason, look at me,” you tilt his head up with your fingers under his jaw. “I promise you I will do everything in my power to be as safe as possible. I won’t drink irresponsibly. I’ll make sure to text you if anything, and I mean anything, starts to get weird. It won’t, but if it did you would be on speed dial. And trust me, angel, I have no intentions of staying the night.”

You don’t. Good friend or not, you can’t sleep well if you’re not wrapped in the strong arms of the man beneath you.

“So I expect you to be waiting on that tricked out bike of yours to pick me up,” you beam at him, run your hand through his hair because you know it makes him melt into your touch.

“I’ll be waitin’ for you,” he says, a solemn promise that extends far beyond tonight.

“Good. Now that being said, I will be bringing home all the dick decorations because I wanna plant them in your brother’s apartment. Just to fuck with him,” you giggle.

Jason lights up for the first time tonight. His green eyes gleam with mischief and adoration.

“Oh, you are my fuckin’ soulmate, baby. I’ll help you break in.”

#jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #red hood x reader #red hood x you #remy writes 🖋️#jason gets the girl universe #I FUCKIN LOVE HIM YOUR HONOR #ugh. wish this was real. wish I had jason todd picking me up tonight.#alas a girl can only dream

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gomzdrawfr · 2 months ago

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light study with cowboy Price

alt version + ref used:

#this photo has been sitting in my pinterest LONG ENOUGH! every time I see it i go PRICE CODED #so i decided to pick it up and draw it #folds and crease is still a big headache for me so its kajsfdh messy af but ehhhh #this photo reminds me of ceil's take me home country road #which if you havent alr. go read it (it's price x reader) and it's my absolute fav fic of all time #ive practically followed this fic updates until i ended my degree #my comfort fic of all time!!!!#yeeehawwwwwwwww #gummmyart #doodle #captain john price #captain price #john price #cowboy!Price #hairless version for myself only on the stage because...i love to appreciate the muscle definition more than the hair...#*hears crowd booing as I walk down the stage with tomatoes on my arm* I SAID WHAT I SAID!!#XD

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tartppola · 3 months ago

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deucey & yuu, earlier into their friendship, takes place after book 2, before book 3, early in the school year there were people who didn't take kindly to the prefect entering nrc

slightly related comic

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ceilidho · 9 months ago

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where's that one image of a dog jumping off a cliff to catch something and it's like "choices made in anger can't be undone?" anyway that but reader going to a dive bar alone because she's horny and needs to get fucked, and finding the biggest man in the bar to take home with her, only to wake up the next morning covered in bruises and bite marks and dried come between her thighs and on her belly, so sore that even twitching her finger hurts, and a gruff voice telling her to quiet, bird - s'too early for your bitching before manhandling her onto her stomach and shoving his raw cock into her cunt because she was too horny to remember to ask him to use protection the night before

#sorry guys i am on something today idk #this is ghost in case u couldnt pick up on that #ghost/reader #ceil writing #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader

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kthologue · 23 days ago

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his better half — dick grayson

synopsis. how the world’s greatest detectives found out about dick grayson’s secret relationship with his sworn enemy (aka the progression of your relationship with dick grayson).

contents. fluff, whipped!dick (5k words of him pathetically pining), he’s robin then nightwing, catgirl!reader, parallels to cat/bat, 4 times the wayne family swore that there was something going on between you and dick and the 1 time they found out

notes. return of the cat/bat dynamic with dick! prequel to another fic but can be read as a standalone.

It had started back when he was Robin. No matter how many times he outmaneuvered you, no matter how many times he thought he had you cornered, you always slipped through his fingers like smoke, only to reappear with another scheme, another trail of mayhem across Gotham’s streets.

Tonight had been no different. Another failed heist, this time at the Gotham City Museum. But the encounter had turned nastier than usual.

Now, back in the sanctuary of the Batcave, Dick sat rigid on the medical table, blood still drying on his suit. He hissed as Alfred’s hands stitched his side with a steady rhythm, each tug of the needle igniting a flicker of pain. Still, it was nothing compared to the fire simmering beneath his skin.

He clenched his fists, jaw locked tight. The pain was familiar, but the frustration was harder to swallow. It was you. The way you moved. The way you smiled through a fight. The way you never made it easy for him.

And worse than all of it, the part he hated most— He wasn’t even sure he wanted you to stop.

“She’s so—!” A groan tumbled from his lips, raw and exasperated.

Alfred barely spared him a glance, humming in mild disapproval before fixing him with a withering stare.

“Master Dick, may I ask why you’ve been picking at your stitches from your last encounter with Catgirl?” His voice was patient, but his raised brow was anything but. “These should have healed months ago.”

Dick’s face heated. He ducked his head, hurriedly muttering an, “I know!”

Alfred held his gaze a beat longer, the look in his eyes making it clear he knew more than Dick would ever admit. But, mercifully, he didn’t press.

Dick let out a breath, a fleeting sense of relief settling in, only for it to vanish the moment he felt another presence in the room.

“I see some things haven’t changed,” a deep voice observed from the shadows.

Dick didn’t need to look up to know who it was. The low timbre, the quiet authority, Bruce had perfected the art of making a simple statement feel like a verdict.

Still, he forced himself to meet the man’s gaze. Bruce stood behind Alfred, arms crossed, his expression carved from stone.

“B—” Dick started, but Bruce cut him off with a single, measured look.

“You let her get away. Again.”

It wasn’t an accusation, not really. There was no anger in Bruce’s tone, just a sharp-edged assessment, as if he were dissecting the situation piece by piece, searching for a truth Dick wasn’t ready to face.

Dick bristled. “Her arsenal’s expanded since last time. I was caught off guard.”

Bruce didn’t so much as blink. His eyes, naturally cold and unreadable, locked onto Dick, searching, measuring, stripping away every defense with quiet precision.

“One could assume you’re letting her—”

“No.” The denial came too quickly, too forcefully. Dick knew it, and from the way Bruce’s gaze sharpened, so did he.

It was absurd. Robin was a beacon of justice. He didn’t let criminals go just because they happened to be…

Unnerving.

His stomach twisted.

Because they were unpredictable. Reckless. A constant thorn in his side. Because they always seemed one step ahead, because their smirk made his blood run hot, because their laughter had an edge to it that echoed long after they were gone. Because they moved with the kind of sharp, deliberate ease that set his teeth on edge—

Damn it.

Dick clenched his jaw, forcing himself to focus. This wasn’t about her. It never was.

But the irony wasn’t lost on him. Bruce, of all people, had no right to talk. His own history with Catwoman stretched back long before Dick had ever worn the mask.

They stood in silence, neither willing to be the first to break it.

Bruce’s gaze flickered downward, landing on Dick’s freshly closed wound. His posture eased, just a fraction.

“Just be careful, Dick.” The words were quieter, softer.

Dick swallowed the lump in his throat and managed a smirk, the kind that felt more like armor than anything else.

“Yeah. Thanks, B.”

Dick’s just glad no one asks about the wounds you left behind—he likes keeping those for himself.

At the time, everyone brushed off Dick’s strange fixation with Catgirl as a childish rivalry. In fact, Bruce even thought that it was endearing. Everybody knew about Bruce and Selina’s back and forth dynamic, so it wasn’t out of the ordinary for Dick to have something similar. It was normal for heroes to have nemeses.

However, it was not normal for Dick Grayson to hold on to the strange obsession years after his time as Robin.

“Funds in the orphanages in the East Ends seem to be mysteriously disappearing,” Bruce said. “Catgirl is requesting for backup in the investigation.”

Tim piped up, “I can–”

“I’ll do it.” Dick had declared.

Everybody looks at him quizzically but doesn’t push it. If Dick was on a case, he usually got the job done quickly and efficiently, no questions asked.

However, something about tonight felt... different. More than a few eyebrows were raised when everyone watched across the comms as you two fought together during the mission. Nightwing and Catgirl, back-to-back, moving in sync as if you'd been rehearsing for this fight your entire lives. It was a fluid, almost practiced rhythm that made the rest of the team pause and wonder—had they missed something?

Red Robin made a snide remark. Oracle went quiet. Even Bruce didn’t say anything at first. He didn’t have to. The comparison was already there, unspoken but heavy in the air.

The shock wasn't that both Nightwing and Catgirl were working together. Rather, it was shocking how well they worked together.

The way you anticipated his movements before he made them. The way he covered you like he’d done it a hundred times before.

At first, everyone chalked it up to familiarity. The two of you had been fighting each other since your teenage years, after all. History breeds rhythm. But there was something else lurking in the way you spoke to each other—something warmer. Something that had less to do with old grudges and more to do with the kind of intimacy that didn’t fade with time.

“You’re getting rusty, Nightwing,” you called, sidestepping a swinging pipe and landing a clean kick to the thug’s chest.

Nightwing scoffed, flipping over a crate and landing beside you with infuriating ease. “Rusty? I’m the deluxe, high-performance upgrade of Robin. Go ahead, test me out.”

“Tempting,” you said, snapping your whip around another guy’s ankle and yanking hard. “But I don’t test-drive antiques.”

“Ouch,” he winced, slamming his escrima stick into a goon’s ribs. “You wound me.”

“Not as badly as I should,” you smirked, ducking behind him as he blocked a blow meant for you. “Still letting me use you as a shield, huh?”

“Only because you look good doing it.”

There was a brief pause, half a second too long, before you clicked your tongue. “Flirting during a fight? You really have gone soft.”

“I multitask.”

And as the last of the smugglers dropped, groaning on the concrete, the two of you stood back to back, catching your breath. The comms were silent, but only because the rest of the team had gone completely speechless.

“…Do they always fight like that?” Tim finally asked.

“No,” Barbara muttered. “That’s new.”

“They’ve definitely fought before,” said Damian, deadpan. “But I’m starting to think it wasn’t always on rooftops.”

The line went dead with Bruce’s exhale.

And when the mission was finally over and all of the missing funds had been recovered, the smugglers were zip-tied and unconscious— Dick doesn't leave immediately.

He soaks in the quiet thrum of distant sirens and the pulse pounding in his ears.

You were breathing heavily beside him, leaning onto him for support. Your hair was tousled, mask slightly askew, but your smirk was intact, taunting and tired and entirely too irresistible.

“You gonna thank me for saving your pretty face back there?” you asked, arms crossed as you leaned just a bit too close.

He turned to you, one eyebrow raised. “I had it handled.”

“Oh, sure. You ‘handled’ it right into a tripwire.”

“That was strategy,” he said, looking down at you with a grin. “I was drawing them out.”

“You were stalling. Badly.”

“You were watching my back.”

“I always do.”

The air between the two of you tightened. Your usual banter softened into something quieter, something awfully familiar. His hand brushed your wrist, and you didn’t pull away.

“You ever think,” he said slowly, voice low, “maybe we’re better on the same side?”

Your smile flickered. “Dangerous thought.”

“Isn’t that your specialty?”

His hand found your waist, gentle, steadying. Your fingers curled around the edge of his suit. You tilted your head up, lips inches from his, breath warm against his skin.

And then—click.

Static buzzed softly in his ear.

Your eyes widened. “Your comm’s still on.”

He blinked. “Sh—”

“—Nightwing, please tell me we did not just listen to you try to make out with Catgirl mid-mission,” Barbara’s dry voice cut through.

Tim's snort followed immediately. “Can we mute them next time? I’m scarred.”

“Disgusting,” Damian added flatly. “He’s smiling. I can feel it.”

Dick groaned and reached up to yank the comm from his ear, but you were already laughing, backing away with a teasing glint in your eyes.

“You’re cute when you’re caught.”

“And you’re evil,” he muttered, grinning despite himself.

You winked. “You love it.”

And with that, you were gone, leaping off the rooftop like the night belonged to you. Maybe it did.

Dick sighed, still smiling as he turned off the comm and ignoring his family’s bewildered accusations at the interaction.

The next time everyone’s suspicions flared that there was something more going on between Dick and you was during a stakeout.

It was supposed to be a standard nightwatch.

Gotham’s skyline was quiet— by Gotham standards, anyway. Dick was posted up with the rest of the family, patrolling in sync from different rooftops. Chatter filled the comms. Nothing urgent. Nothing personal.

Until he saw you.

Not as Catgirl. But just a regular civillian. Draped across the ledge of a mid-rise rooftop in Old Town. Laughing and relaxed.

With some guy.

Dick’s posture stiffened immediately.

He zoomed in with his scope. Tall. Sloppy smirk. Leaning way too close. And the worst part? You were laughing. Like really laughing. The kind that made your shoulders shake, the kind you used to reserve for those rare post-fight rooftop chats with him.

“Hey, what’s Nightwing staring at?” Tim asked, mild and bored over the comms.

“Target,” Dick replied too quickly. “Suspicious interaction. Female known associate, male unknown. Possible criminal connection.”

“Known associate?” Barbara echoed. “Or—oh wait. Let me guess. Catgirl?”

Silence.

Damian sighed. “He's compromised.”

“Shut up,” Dick muttered, already moving across the rooftop.

He didn’t even wait for backup. By the time he reached them, the guy had just handed something off to you—small, shiny, probably stolen. But before Dick could assess, he was moving. On instinct.

“Step away from her,” he barked, landing hard between them.

The guy barely got a word out before Dick grabbed him by the collar and slammed him into the wall.

“Hey! What the hell—”

Dick didn’t let him finish. One hit. Two. A sweep to the legs. Too fast, too brutal for standard interrogation. The guy went down hard.

“Nightwing!” You shouted, stepping between them. “He wasn’t even fighting back—what the hell is your problem?!”

“He’s a known smuggler,” Dick snapped. “And he had his hands on you.”

“Wow. Jealousy looks great in blue.”

“Don’t make it worse,” he muttered, his eyes still locked on the guy groaning at his feet.

Back on the comms, silence settled in, thick and awkward, before it cracked.

“Wait…” Tim started, his voice laced with confusion. “Why do you care so much that she’s with him?”

“Yeah,” Barbara added, her tone now unusually sharp, “since when is this personal?”

Damian’s voice was almost too quiet, but cutting. “Did I miss something, or is this a... thing?”

Nightwing didn’t respond. His jaw tightened as he turned away, fists still clenched in the aftermath of his uncharacteristic outburst.

And you? You stood a few paces behind him, watching him closely, not angry, not amused. Just curious. Like you were seeing something new. Something that he hadn’t meant to show.

The next night, the Batcave was quieter than usual. The soft hum of the computers and the click of keys filled the air, but there was an underlying tension that none of them could ignore.

Dick sat at the computer, his focus fixed on the screen in front of him, but his thoughts were far from the mission at hand. His mind kept drifting back to that moment with Catgirl, to the way you’d looked at him after he’d snapped on the smuggler. He hadn’t meant to act so... possessive, but it felt almost impossible to push the feeling down.

“Everything’s quiet tonight,” Tim said, breaking the silence. “Guess that’s good news.”

Dick barely responded, just a distracted grunt.

Barbara’s eyes flickered to him, then back to her screen. “You’ve been awfully quiet, Dick. Everything okay?”

“Fine,” he muttered. “Just focusing.”

Tim raised an eyebrow, exchanging a quick look with Damian. “You sure? You’ve been acting weird ever since that last mission.”

Dick stiffened, but he didn’t look up. “What do you mean?”

“I don’t know,” Tim said slowly. “You were... different when you were with Catgirl last night. Not just on the mission—before and after. You looked like you were protecting her, but you were also way too harsh on that smuggler. And don’t even get me started on how you acted when you saw her with that guy earlier.”

Barbara tilted her head, clearly intrigued but trying not to push too hard. “It’s not like you’ve never worked with her before. And you’ve never been this... invested. What’s up with that?”

Dick felt his pulse quicken. He didn’t want to think about it. Didn’t want to acknowledge that his jealousy had gotten the better of him. But here they were, picking at the cracks.

“I was just making sure the mission went smoothly,” Dick snapped, a little more forcefully than he intended. “Nothing else.”

Damian, who had been unusually quiet up until now, finally spoke. His voice was as sharp as ever, but there was a flicker of something behind his words. “You know, I’m not blind. You don’t usually get this... involved with any of our targets, let alone Catgirl.”

Tim leaned forward, his curiosity piqued. “Yeah, and what was with the whole thing earlier? You looked like you were about to break that guy in half just because he was talking to her. And I’m pretty sure you’ve never gotten that mad about anyone else on a mission before.”

Dick’s hand clenched into a fist on the desk. “It’s not what you think.”

“Then what is it?” Barbara asked, her voice soft but firm. “Because whatever it is, it’s affecting the team. We don’t need Nightwing going rogue.”

There was a brief, uncomfortable silence. Dick could feel everyone’s eyes on him, each of them waiting for an answer he wasn’t ready to give. He opened his mouth to respond, but the words didn’t come.

Instead, he stood abruptly, pushing away from the desk. “We’re here to stop criminals, not gossip about my personal life. Let’s focus on the mission, alright?”

Tim’s eyes narrowed as Dick turned away, but he didn’t press further. The tension in the room, however, remained thick, unspoken.

Damian exchanged a glance with Tim and Barbara, his smirk still present, though his gaze was sharper than before. “This is far from over.”

Bruce, who had been silently observing the entire exchange, spoke up from across the room, his tone unreadable. “Keep it together, Dick. Whatever’s going on, it’s not going to help anyone if it affects the mission.”

Dick’s jaw tightened, but he nodded, refusing to acknowledge the way his heart was pounding in his chest. The family wasn’t entirely sure, but they were starting to connect the dots. And once they did... there’d be no hiding it.

But for now, the only thing he could do was deflect and move forward—hoping the questions would die down. Hoping he could keep the secret a little longer.

Despite his family's gradually growing suspicions, Dick doesn’t exactly make an effort to hide it when you two finally start dating. In fact, if anything, he becomes even more obvious. The room was dim, the only light coming from the soft glow of the city outside the window. Inside, the atmosphere was a world apart from the chaos of Gotham.

Dick was lying on his bed at Wayne Manor, his head resting on the pillow, eyes closed in a rare moment of peace. You were beside him, your fingers gently threading through his hair, the soft touch sending a calm shiver through his body.

"You know, you're making it really hard to keep my cool," Dick murmured, his voice low, almost a hum as he relaxed under your touch.

"Oh, please," you teased, voice light but laced with mischief. "You’re practically radiating smugness. The whole ‘perfect vigilante’ act is getting a little old, you know?"

Dick let out a dramatic sigh, his lips curling into a playful grin. “I can’t help it if I’m a natural at this.”

"Yeah, sure," you said, raising an eyebrow. "Just don’t get too used to it. I’m not gonna make it easy for you."

“Good,” he replied with a wink, clearly enjoying the back-and-forth. “I like a challenge.”

You both fall into a comfortable silence, the kind that only came when you were together, when the world seemed to fall away. But that peace was shattered with an abrupt, deafening knock on the door.

“Dick!” Jason’s voice boomed from the other side. “Open up! I know you’re in there.”

Dick groaned, pulling his arm over his eyes as if trying to block out the inevitable.

You, unable to resist, sat up slightly, your lips curling into a grin at his frustration. Nonetheless, you shuffle away in the bathroom connected to his bedroom to stay away from Jason’s prying eyes.

Dick sat up quickly, running a hand through his hair in a half-hearted attempt to look more put-together. “I swear, if he barges in here—”

Another knock, louder this time. “You’ve got company, don’t you?”

Dick froze, caught in a moment of shock and embarrassment, but he couldn’t quite hide the flush creeping up his neck. He tried to act normal, shifting on his feet when he finally opens the door. “What are you talking about, Jay?”

Jason raised an eyebrow, smirking. “The I’m getting laid glow. You’ve got it.”

Dick’s jaw dropped, his brain short-circuiting for a second. “What? No—what do you—?”

“Don’t play coy,” Jason said, a cocky grin playing on his lips. “You’re practically walking on sunshine, Dick. You’ve got that ridiculous smile, and the way you’re acting... yeah, I know what’s going on.”

You couldn’t help it; you let out a soft chuckle from your hiding spot, biting your lip to stifle the laugh.

Jason doesn't relent. “So, what’s the deal, huh? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you like this.”

Dick rubbed the back of his neck, a little flustered but trying to maintain his cool. “I’m fine, Jay. Just... focused.”

Jason raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “Uh-huh. Sure. I don’t believe you for a second.”

Before Dick could say anything else, Jason added, “You’ve just got that look. You know, the one you get when—” He paused, letting the implication hang in the air.

Dick’s face flushed even deeper. “This is ridiculous. You’re overthinking things.”

Jason paused, eyes narrowing in a mix of amusement and suspicion. "You’ve been acting different lately, and I’m not blind, you know. Something’s going on."

Dick, who’d been doing his best to look unaffected, now turned his back to Jason, muttering under his breath, “I’m just... not in the mood for your games, Jay.”

He's glad to finally pique Jason's interest, but it was for all the wrong reasons.

Jason, however, was not ready to let this go. “Oh, I’m not playing any games. But you’re acting like a damn schoolboy who’s got a crush. And it’s pretty damn obvious."

You stayed out of sight, peeking your head slightly from the bathroom door, listening to the exchange unfold. Your heart raced slightly from the tension, but you couldn’t help the grin tugging at your lips.

Jason was right—Dick had been acting different. But it wasn’t just his look or his smile. There was something in the way he’d been so much more... himself around you lately. More relaxed. More playful.

And Jason was definitely noticing.

“I’m not a schoolboy, Jay,” Dick finally snapped, turning around to face him again, his arms crossed in a defensive manner. "You’re seeing things.”

“Am I? Or is that just your smug ass trying to cover up whatever it is that’s going on?" Jason leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed as well, but his smirk was all knowing. “Look, it’s fine. But if you’re gonna act like this, I’m going to start questioning things.”

Dick opened his mouth to argue, but before he could speak, Jason raised a hand. “Save it. I’m not here for a lecture. Just know that I see what’s happening.”

There was a moment of silence as Dick stood frozen, unsure of how to keep denying it. He hadn’t realized just how obvious it had become until Jason called him out on it.

Jason’s grin only widened, clearly enjoying his older brother’s discomfort. “Anyway, I’ll let you get back to... whatever it is you’re doing.” He motioned to the room dramatically. “I don’t need to be here for the awkward afterthought phase.”

Dick let out an exasperated sigh as Jason turned to leave. “You better not say anything to anyone.”

“Oh, don’t worry. It’s our little secret,” Jason replied, turning back toward the door. “Just know that if you start dropping hints, I’m not gonna be the one to blame.”

Before Dick could retort, Jason was gone, leaving the door swinging slightly in his wake.

You stepped fully out of the bathroom then, finally walking back into the room with a mischievous grin on your face. "Well, that was fun," you said, leaning against the doorframe as you watched Dick run a hand through his hair again in frustration.

“Don’t even say it,” Dick groaned, sinking back onto the bed. “I swear, he’s got nothing better to do than mess with me.”

“I did try to stay out of sight,” you teased, walking toward him and sitting beside him on the bed. “But you’re just too cute when you’re all flustered.”

He gave you an exaggerated roll of his eyes. "Not cute. Annoyed. Annoyed, embarrassed, and—" He let out a frustrated sigh. "I'm never going to live this down."

You laughed softly, leaning against him. “Nope. You’re not.”

His arms instinctively wrapped around you, pulling you closer. “Why do you make me look so obvious?”

“You’re making it easy,” you replied with a smirk, resting your head against his shoulder. “I mean, you can’t walk around glowing like you just got laid and not expect anyone to notice.”

Dick let out a deep sigh but couldn’t hide the smile creeping up his face. “I don’t know how I let you talk me into this.”

“Because you like me,” you said with a wink, nudging him playfully.

He leaned down, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Yeah. I guess I do.”

Meanwhile, on the other side of the manor, Jason was already halfway to the kitchen, his grin never fading. He might not know everything, but he knew enough. And maybe, just maybe, he'd wait a little longer to see how long it took for the rest of the family to figure it out.

But one thing was for sure: he was enjoying the drama.

It was only a few short weeks after Jason's confrontation that the truth finally came out. How everyone found out was a complete accident. But, as with most things in Dick Grayson’s life, he was painfully aware of how unlucky he truly was.

It started like any ordinary morning. Quiet, uneventful, but peaceful.

Dick was lounging in the common room, sipping on his coffee, savoring the rare moment of solitude. He’d woken up earlier than usual, feeling content and unusually relaxed after the time spent with you. Everything felt... normal. Peaceful. That was, until everything suddenly took a turn for the worse.

The moment the door swung open, the calm atmosphere shattered. Dick’s gaze darted up to see Bruce walking in, his expression unusually serious, his features set in that familiar, unreadable way.

Dick had thought he was alone. Home alone. He’d been looking forward to a quiet day to himself, relishing in the rare peace that the manor offered. But now, as Bruce stepped into the room, and Dick caught sight of Tim, the panic hit him. His heart leaped in his chest, pounding violently.

His stomach twisted in that familiar, sickening way as the reality of the situation settled in. Tim was home. Bruce was home. They’d found out. And now, it was all crashing down at once.

Dick’s body stiffened, and for a split second, he thought about bolting. But instead, he just froze, internally cursing his luck. The one time he’d let his guard down, and of course, everything went horribly wrong.

"Dick," Bruce started, his voice low but carrying that edge of parental authority that Dick could never quite get used to. "We need to talk."

Dick immediately groaned, sinking further into his chair. “I’m not really in the mood for a ‘talk,’ Bruce.”

“You should be. Someone’s been snooping around your room,” Bruce said, his tone even, but his eyes narrowed slightly. “And they found... lady garments.”

Dick’s face flushed a deep shade of crimson. “I... what? Who said that?”

Tim, who’d been in the room pretending to read his tablet, looked up with a smirk. “Oh, I was the one who found them. Couldn’t miss the cat suit, man. A cat suit? Really? Come on, that’s... weird, bro.”

Dick shot a glare at his younger brother, feeling his face heat up even more. “That’s not—Tim, I swear to God, you have no boundaries.”

Bruce was still giving him that look, the one that meant he was both disappointed and extremely curious about how his son had gotten himself into this mess. “Dick, you need to be careful. This is Wayne Manor. It's not exactly private here. If you're—"

“Bruce, please,” Dick interjected, his voice sharp. “You’re making it sound like I’m hiding a body in there.”

"Are you?" Tim asked innocently, clearly enjoying every moment of Dick’s discomfort. “Because that would explain the whole ‘hiding cat suits’ thing. Is it a fetish thing, or just... a weird hobby? Can’t tell, honestly.”

Dick sat up straight, his hands clenching into fists. "I don’t have a cat fetish, Tim. And can we just not do this? Please?”

But Bruce wasn’t letting it go. “You can’t be so reckless, Dick. You have to think about how your actions affect those around you, especially in a house like this. What if someone else finds out?”

Dick panicked for a second. What if someone else finds out?

“I’m not exactly hiding it, Bruce!” he groaned, running a hand over his face in frustration. “Why are you acting like I’m doing something terrible? And why are you acting like I’m the one being reckless? I’ve been a vigilante for years! I think I know how to keep my... personal life... private.”

“Then why the cat suit?” Tim asked, deadpan.

Before Dick could answer—or yell—at his younger brother, the door to the hallway creaked open, and suddenly, your voice echoed from the other side, confused but curious. “What’s going on? Dick, why are you groaning so much?”

Dick’s heart sank. He’d wanted to be home alone, to enjoy a few hours of peace with you. But now... he realized it wasn’t just Bruce and Tim who had ruined that quiet morning. You—the woman of the hour— was standing on the other side of the door too.

The silence in the room became instant and suffocating. Bruce's gaze shifted toward the door, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. “Is that... her?”

Tim’s grin widened like he’d just hit the jackpot. "Well, well, well, if it isn't the mysterious Catgirl herself."

Dick’s heart sank even further. He didn’t think he could be more mortified, but somehow, it was happening. How? How could he have misjudged this moment so badly? Panic twisted in his chest, and he stumbled for words. “No, no, wait, it’s not like that, okay?” he stammered, his voice cracking under the weight of the embarrassment.

But your entrance only made things worse. You walked into the room, towel wrapped around your damp hair, still drying off from your shower. You had heard Dick groaning from the hallway and were just trying to figure out what was going on, completely unaware that things had already spiraled into uncomfortable territory.

You froze when you saw the three of them in the room, and Bruce’s laser-focused stare locked onto you.

Great, Dick thought, his entire world collapsing in slow motion. This was it. The beans were spilled.

You glanced over at Dick, your gaze flicking to his flushed face, and then back to Bruce, Tim, and the awkward tension that filled the room.

“Oh,” you said, voice light but tinged with humor, crossing your arms over your towel. “So... this is what’s going on? This is... the talk?”

Bruce’s stare was unwavering. “What exactly is going on here?”

Dick immediately jumped to his feet, hands held out in an almost defensive manner. “It’s not—! Bruce, please, it’s not what you think! We didn’t—”

You cut him off with a sly grin, leaning against the doorframe. “I guess I’m the lady who’s been leaving garments around,” you teased, clearly enjoying the shock on Dick’s face. “Maybe next time I’ll just leave a note?”

Dick groaned again, but this time, it wasn’t from embarrassment. It was more like he wanted to just disappear into the floorboards. He couldn’t even look at Bruce or Tim, he was so caught in the uncomfortable web that everyone had just helped weave.

Bruce’s lips thinned, his face unreadable as he slowly processed the situation. “I think we need to have a very different kind of conversation...”

Tim, however, was practically vibrating with excitement. “This is the best thing that’s happened all week. I knew there was something fishy going on with you two.”

You just rolled your eyes, not letting Dick get away with it. “Yeah, well, now that the cat’s out of the bag...” you teased, walking further into the room and giving Dick a playful shove, “... maybe we can all stop pretending we’re completely clueless.”

Bruce took a deep breath, his gaze softening slightly. “I expect both of you to be careful and respect the boundaries of this house.”

You chuckled lightly, but Dick just nodded, feeling utterly humiliated. “Right. Got it.”

As you looked at Dick, you could tell he was both relieved and mortified at the same time. Bruce was still processing the whole thing, but at least it was out in the open. Well, almost. Jason had yet to say anything, but you could already imagine the next round of teasing.

"Alright, well, I’m going back to not doing anything weird," Dick mumbled, his face still flushed as he walked toward the door, clearly ready to leave this conversation behind.

Bruce didn’t follow him immediately. He simply gave a small, almost imperceptible nod to you. “Just remember, I expect discretion.”

“Oh, we know,” you said, already turning to Dick with a smirk.

And with one awkward silence after another, Dick's relationship with you was no longer a secret. It was now part of Wayne Manor’s unofficial family gossip.

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idk I just torturing simon and I love the idea of him—at some stage of his life, idk maybe immediately after he's declared dead— not having anywhere to stay.

His residence in Manchester got gutted and sold, greedy estate agents and solicitors picking it apart as soon as they got the death notice.

He could rent hotel rooms. Stay in the barracks. But sometimes he just needs—space. Familiarity. Simon Riley is dead and buried, but not buried deep enough.

So he goes back to his old house. He knows every nook and cranny. Knows which floorboards creak and which doors get stuck. He'll just cosy away in the attic and come out when the new tenant is at work, no problem. Barracks-living, only the other person won't know. It'll only be for a few weeks at a time—

—but he catches sight of you. The new tenant. Sweet little thing who saw the ugly, empty shell and decided it was for her.

Not a lot of money, no. But you've tried to make a home here. Decorated over the gouges and scars, filled the empty spaces with little signs of life.

You've taken such good care of the place. You're taking such good care of it, all by yourself. Off to work in the morning, and home late at night when it's far too dark and he knows the latch isn't as secure as it should be —kicked and shouldered too many times when his mum would work the courage to kick out his da—

So you need him. You're not saying it in words, but what is he meant to think when he sees how you leave the windows open all through the day and night? When you shuffle about on your weekends with only a playlist or podcast for company?

You need him. Good thing he's already there.

Go read this thing by gougie if u like the 'there's someone living here' thing - they do it sooooo much better

#nonsense - sheer nonsense- but gougie put me in a home invasion mood so here we are #thinking wild dog finding somewhere warm and dry—leaving bones behind for the other creature he slowly stops snarling at #and yeah hes DEEPLY traumatised and has lost so much and is turning a bit mean #just ramblings but simon is on my mind recently and idk i love picking at him when hes at a low point haha #he needs looking after but he badly needs social skills #báirseach rambles #simon “ghost” riley #ghost/reader #simon riley/reader #simon riley x you #cod imagine #tw stalking #????? idk

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PICK A CARD: How Will Your future spouse express jealousy

How to Pick Your Pile: Take a deep breath, clear your mind, and look at the images above. Which one pulls you in the most? Trust your gut! Once you choose the image, The number below your chosen image is your pile. If more than one catches your eye, that just means there’s extra tea for you, go ahead and read both!

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── .✦ PILE I

OHHHH this pile is defination of “I’m jealous, but I will NEVER admit it.” Your future spouse is doing CRAZY STUFF to keep their jealousy under control, but you will feel it. Oh, you WILL feel it.

BABY. This is a long-game kind of love. A soulmate kind of bond. And listen, when someone sees you as their person, their one-and-only, their forever, there is no way in HELL they’re just sitting back while some random tries to get cute with you. i see that your people pile number 1, they don’t react right away. Oh no, no, no. They marinate in that jealousy in their mind. The 7 of Pentacles tells me they watch, observe, process before making a move. Like, imagine someone getting a little too friendly with you at a party. Your future spouse, Sitting there, giving a polite but stone-cold stare, studying every move of that person. They’re literally taking mental notes: Did you laugh a little too hard at that joke? Did you lean in slightly? Are they standing too close? But instead of acting on impulse, they sit there, pretending they’re totally fine (they are NOT fine). When i look at 2 of cups illustration, i feel like, they realy enjoy your company, like A LOT, and when someone else invades this space, they hate that with all their heart.

OH MY GOD THIS IS SO FUNNY. This is that passive-aggressive, sulking, “I’m not mad, I just think it’s funny how…” behavior. They are so in their jealousy, but will they admit it? Absolutely not. Instead, they suddenly lose interest in whatever’s happening. They’re like, “Oh, you’re talking to that person? Wow. That’s so great for you. Anyway, I’ll just be over here…..” They might even act a little distant, maybe even hit you with the classic “It’s nothing, I’m fine” while literally radiating “I am NOT fine” energy. this person is not about to lose their cool in front of you Instead, they suddenly start acting very serious, very focused on something else. They’ll be like, “Oh, I have an email to answer,” or “I need to check something on my phone”. I get the naive energy from your future spouse, like very youthful and maybe little immature because they want you to ONLY themselves. AND THEN. THE JUDGEMENT CARD. This is when they snap back into reality and realize, Oh wait. I’m literally in a relationship with them. They love me. What am I doing? This is where they have that internal wake-up call. They’ll come back to you, realigned, refocused, remembering that you’re their soulmate (2 of Cups energy, baby!!). And THEN, instead of being petty, they’ll drop some casual reassurance-seeking comment like, “So… you seemed to be having fun with them, huh?”, AKA making sure or you to say they had nothing to worry about.

But overall, ill definitely say that They aren’t the type to lash out in jealousy, but you WILL notice the change. The silence, the avoidance, the fake distraction tactics. It’s subtle but LOUD. But at the end of the day? The Judgment card seals the deal, they always come back to their senses, realizing that duh, you’re theirs and they’re yours. And the second you reassure them? BOOM. They’re back to their normal, confident self. These people would give their everything just to be in your company. Very sulky baby energy ngl. They’re not explosive, but they are silently suffering. And bestie, if you ever call them out on it? OH BOY. Expect a very defensive “What? I wasn’t jealous. That’s ridiculous.” … Sure, babe. Sure.

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── .✦ PILE II

Alright, so the first thing I’m catching here is contrast, we’ve got the King of Cups and Temperance trying so hard to play it cool, acting all mature, controlled, and balanced. Then we have The Devil, and that too right in the middle of the spread. The sentence i would immedtly say here is, your future spouse is going to be OBSESSED WITH YOU. It’s the internal battle of “I’m unbothered” vs. “I will die if I see you entertaining someone else.” they try to move past jealousy logically, like, “It’s fine, I trust them”, but The Devil says, “But what if they find someone better?” . And then BAM, Two of Cups swoops in and reminds them that you two are soulmates, and there’s no competition, but oh boy, they still feel it. THIS person gets so confused when it comes to you i can clearly see that by the mixed enrgies from the spread, they are hit with SOO MANY emotions all at once but one theme is prominent, they are SUPERRRRR obsessed with you.

This is giving “jealous but won’t let it show” energy which is just like pile 1 but the energy here is more obsessed type, cause pile 1 was more on the cuter and naive side. Your FS is the type to mask their jealousy under cool composure. They are emotionally intelligent, self-restraint,. If someone flirts with you in front of them, they will not cause a scene will make things very obvious. Whenever they would see someone getting wayyy to close to you they are hit with the thought “ i need to rescue my person,” They will not act out immediately, but best believe they’ll remember it. And later? they’ll try to rationalize their emotions, convince themselves to let it go, but the Two of Cups suggests that deep down, they’ll need reassurance from you. Not that they don’t trust you, but rather, their feelings run deep and they just want to be reminded that you’re theirs.

The Devil is the obsessive thoughts creeping in at night, when they’re alone, replaying a moment over and over like, “Were they actually flirting? Was my FS enjoying it??” This isn’t toxic jealousy, it’s more of that “I don’t want to lose what’s mine” energy. I would say their super obsessive side is balanced by the presence of two of cups here so reagrless of anything, the’ll be the biggest shield of your relationship. You two have such a strong connection that even when jealousy creeps in, they ultimately trust your bond enough to not tuen into insecurity. But ohhh, they’ll find a way to remind you that you’re theirs, subtle, territorial gestures, low-key possessiveness in the most elegant way possible. These people are VERY CONDFIDENT. Expect things like a hand on your waist, pulling you closer mid-conversation, a little smirk when someone’s trying (and failing) to flirt with you. Casual dominance, bestie. (we all love that)

The energy of this pile was super sexy ngl. good for my booktok girlies.

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── .✦ PILE III

As soon as i looked at the spread the immediate thought hit me was, your future spouse is going to treat you like ROYALTY. So, picture this: Your future spouse? They’re so put together, they’ve got their life in check, they exude this natural confidence (like, they’re used to being the main character, okay?), and they don’t just casually do jealousy.no. this is a very secure energy. If they feel it, they feel it deep in their bones. It’s not dramatic, but it’s intensely present, not loud, but undeniable. The thing is, it’s not even about insecurity; it's about you being so precious to them that even the thought of someone else getting too close? Yeah, no, they’re not having it.

See, the Empress and the King of Wands together? That’s fire and devotion. You are the ultimate prize, the softest yet most powerful presence in their life, and they know it. And because they know it, they also know your worth, which means they see the way others see you too. Oh, and trust me, others see you. The way you glow? The way you hold yourself? The way you make even the most casual of interactions feel special? Yeah, your future spouse notices when someone starts acting just a little too friendly. And they don’t like it. The moment you get into a relationship with them, youre going to have the biggest glow up.

This is where things get fun. So when they are jealous, They might not immediately lash out, but there’s definitely a shift, their words get a little sharper, they start inserting themselves into conversations they weren’t in before, and if they’re the more composed type, you’ll notice they suddenly have a lot to say about whoever is making them feel some type of way. But they’re so smooth with it. They’re not obvious. It’s like they play it off as if they’re just making an observation or a lighthearted joke, but there’s an edge to it. A warning. And if the other person doesn’t get the memo? Oh, honey. They will. Your person isn’t impulsive with their jealousy; they’re strategic about it. They’re the type to let people dig their own graves before stepping in. They’ll watch, wait, assess, is this just harmless interaction, or is someone really pushing it? And when they do step in? It’s game over. They’re asserting their presence, effortlessly, dominantly. It’s all in the control. They’ll make the other person feel like they’ve already lost before they even realized they were in a competition.

But bestie, the real magic? It’s in the aftermath. Because once you’re alone? OHHH. This is when their softness creeps in. The Page of Cups peeks through in the smallest ways, they won’t outright admit they were jealous (I mean, duh, pride), but suddenly they’re extra affectionate, extra attentive. And the cutest part? Deep down, they know they have nothing to worry about. You’re theirs, and they’re yours, and that’s not changing. This is such a power duo because we have the empress as well as king of cups in the spread. But bestie, the way they still can’t help but get a little possessive? ADORABLE. They’re not the type to get insecure, but they are the type to make sure that everyone—including you, knows exactly where they stand. They’re the King of Wands, after all. They own their throne, and they protect what’s theirs.

They don’t control, you’re free to do whatever you want, but ohhh, they will make sure you NEVER forget who you belong to. 😌🔥

And honestly That’s hot.

Now tell me, I need to know what divine force blessed you with this person. 💀💀

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