#so many things i can have..................

[magistralucis]

@absolut--kurant!

Sound on to hear the water running through pebbles

[lillilybells]

May I request platonic batfamily x batsis!child!reader (maybe reader is like 4-5 yrs old) one day jason read her a fairytale book and explain her what having a crush on someone feel like. many days later reader told her brothers she's having a crush on someone. the batfam are going crazy tryna find who's her crush. (fortunate for them) turns out reader’s crush is a cartoon character she watch on tv.

Puppy crush✧₊⁺

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pairing|batfamily x toddler!reader

summary|Jason’s not great at explanations..

word count|1214

warnings|this was made by a very sleep deprived human.

notes|not my best work but this request was so cute!!

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It was one of those rare days when Jason Todd actually decided to grace the manor with his presence. Nostalgia had struck like a semi-truck, and he figured a visit wouldn’t kill him—as long as Bruce didn’t try to lecture him and Alfred made those double chocolate cherry cookies he liked.

He made it explicitly clear that he was here for two things only: Alfred’s cooking and you—his favorite (and youngest) sibling. Everyone else could take a number.

You’d been clinging to him since the second he stepped foot inside.

Jason, in his leather jacket and boots, looked wildly out of place being tugged through the manor by a toddler in mismatched socks and a pink dress. You showed him every single crayon drawing taped to the wall in the kitchen, explaining each one like a gallery tour.

“This one’s me and Titus. I gave him a cape so he can fly.”

“Kid, if Titus could fly, Gotham would be a crater.”

“And this one’s you!” you pointed proudly at a red scribble with horns.

Jason mock gasped. “Why do I look like the devil?”

“Because I was mad at you last week,” you said sweetly. “You said you’d come and you didn’t.”

Jason clutched his heart.

After that, you insisted on baking cookies with him. Jason did most of the work while you sneakily ate half the chocolate chips and used flour like it was fairy dust. Alfred eventually stepped in before things got nuclear.

Finally, you and Jason collapsed onto the living room couch, the results of your baking sitting on a plate between you. The cookies were... technically edible. The TV played old Looney Tunes reruns as you cuddled up to Jason’s side, one thumb in your mouth, the other gripping his sleeve like a lifeline.

Bruce entered a few minutes later, arms crossed. “Alright. Enough cartoons. It’s bedtime.”

“Nooo!” you protested dramatically, hiding behind Jason’s arm. “I wanna stay with Jay Jay…”

Jason raised his brows at Bruce smugly. “See? Kid’s got good taste.”

“‘Jay Jay’ has to go home,” Bruce said pointedly. “Say goodnight.”

Jason shifted. “I can put the gremlin to bed. Don’t get your cape in a twist.”

Bruce exhaled heavily, then turned with a muttered, “Good luck with that…”

Upstairs, Jason managed to wrestle you into pajamas and tuck you into your pastel pink bed without much resistance. But as he made a break for the door—

“Wait! Where you goin’?” you frowned, grabbing his hand.

Jason blinked. “Uh… to go brood dramatically in the hallway?”

“Nooo,” you pouted. “Daddy tells me a story before bed.”

Jason squinted. “Bruce? Bruce Wayne? Tells you stories?”

You nodded enthusiastically. “From his ‘magination! Sometimes they’re about you!”

Jason tilted his head, stunned. “Okay, now I know you’re messing with me. Bruce doesn’t even tell me the Wi-Fi password.”

He sighed and dropped into the armchair beside your bed. “Alright, alright. A story. Let’s do this.”

You sat up excitedly, pulling the blanket to your chin.

“Okay, uh… once upon a time, there was a princess named… Snow White. She had a mean stepmom. Real piece of work. Kinda Cinderella vibes—”

“Who’s Cinderella?”

Jason blinked. “You don’t know Cinderella? What is Bruce teaching you?!”

“Taxes,” you said seriously.

Jason wheezed.

“Anyway,” he continued, regaining composure, “Snow White had to clean and do chores, which sucked. But she had animal friends and liked to sing and stuff. And one day, a prince walked by and heard her sing—and he got a crush on her.”

You tilted your head. “What’s a crush?”

Jason froze. “Oh. Uh…”

He leaned forward. “Okay, so a crush is when you like someone a lot. Like, you think they’re really cool and funny and cute. And they give you, like, butterflies in your stomach.”

“Like the zoo?”

“Sorta. But inside you.” He poked your tummy gently and you giggled.

“Did the prince get butterflies?”

“Yeah. Big ones. Like mutant butterflies.”

You giggled more, eyes starting to droop.

“And then they rode off into the sunset while the dwarfs cheered,” Jason finished, quietly. “The end.”

You yawned. “That was a good one, Jay Jay…”

“Goodnight, short stack.” He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead before tiptoeing out.

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Two days later…

It was a normal afternoon at Wayne Manor. Damian sat on the couch reading case files, sipping strong coffee, the picture of grim concentration.

You were on the floor with your crayons, singing to yourself and scribbling away.

Without a word, you waddled up to Damian, holding up your newest drawing.

He looked up. A tall stick figure with a cape, messy black hair, and a big pink heart next to its head.

“…Who is this?” he asked slowly.

You leaned in, voice conspiratorial. “Can I tell you a secret?”

He raised a brow. “Go ahead.”

“Pinky promise you won’t tell!” you held up your pinky with authority.

He sighed and linked his pinky with yours. “Fine. I swear.”

You grinned. “It’s my crush!”

Damian stared. “Your what?”

But you were already running off, giggling with the drawing hugged to your chest.

He blinked. “What the hell…?”

The thought haunted him all day. Who was your crush? Did he know them? Were they a threat? He needed to know.

Later that night, the Batfam returned to the cave after a long mission. When they wandered into the manor you greeted them all with a cheerful wave, still coloring.

Damian lingered in the shadows, arms crossed, staring at you like a secret agent trying to crack a code.

“Why are you looking at her like that?” Tim asked.

“She said she has a crush,” Damian answered darkly.

The room fell silent.

“...What?” Jason blinked.

“I was shown a drawing,” Damian continued. “Tall figure. Cape. Hair. Hearts.”

“Oh no,” Jason groaned. “Not already.”

“Do we know the guy?” Dick asked cautiously.

“No,” Damian hissed. “She ran off.”

“We need to find out,” Duke added, already concerned.

“Absolutely not telling Bruce,” Jason declared. “We don’t need him to realize she’ll grow up.

At that moment, you waddled in again, holding up a new drawing. “Look! It’s my crush!”

Jason crouched down slowly. “Alright, sweetheart. Who is that?”

You beamed. “Batman!”

Silence.

“…Seriously?” Damian blinked.

“He’s so cool! He punches bad guys and never smiles and has a cape and everything!” you explained proudly.

Jason fell back onto the floor with relief. “Thank god.”

Dick was laughing. Tim was trying not to. Damian turned away and muttered something under his breath.

“Don’t tell him, though!” you begged. “It’s a secret crush.”

“Too late,” Bruce’s voice cut through the air as he effortlessly lifted you into his arms. “I’m telling him everything.”

“Daddy, nooo!” you squealed, giggling as he tickled your side.

The others watched in exhausted silence.

“Who taught her what a crush even is?” Tim asked.

Jason coughed. “Okay, to be fair, I was trying to tell her a bedtime story, not teach her about emotions.”

“Next time, be more specific, Todd,” Damian muttered.

“Or just… maybe don’t,” Dick added, patting Jason’s back. “I don’t need this scare again for another decade..”

You? You just sat in Bruce’s arms, happily drawing a new picture of Batman with a crown and hearts around his head.

[skunkes]

a different deadly sin

[tojisteddy]

What More Can I Say?

“You’re hurting me baby, you don’t know what it feels like.”

or: Simon is overly stressed from the everyday pressures of life and accidentally lets it out on you.

cw: 4.8k words, 18+ mdni, angst then fluff, no use of y/n, encounter with ex (not bad), fight with Simon, established relationship, miscommunication, cursing, reader! doubts themselves/ retreats into themselves, Simon being an asshole, meanie!simon, (if you squint) very lite dd/lg themes, inspo songs.

a/n: I’ve been working on this request since May, going back and forth on this. this is my final submission.

You are, in every singular way imaginable, the one person on this planet Simon cherishes the most.

And it’s not like you tried your hardest to get in his good graces. you just, fell from Heaven. You must have. A stray who looked up at him with such alluring eyes, the only option was to take you in. Learn to love just how a man should.

He hadn’t properly cared about anyone, not since his younger brother Tommy died. Of course, he cared for the other members in the 141, John was like a father to him, a proper mentor. And Johnny and Kyle were like having two twin brothers who got into mischief.

But there was something about you, something that made him want to take care of you, love you for exactly what you are— his lovely doll and his alone. His baby girl.

Couldnt get enough of you, had to have you in arms length if you went out, and the man knew you loved to dance. He wouldn’t stop you, just needed to feel you once, feel your tension roll away, melt in his arms. Even if he babied you in your tipsy state.

Or maybe when your talked about your favorite movie or artists, rambled on and on about the new winter/fall collections you liked, you’d stop mid conversation, see if he was there because you were used to people drowning you out when you got boring. But his hand would come to caress your nape, gently caressing it with his thumb, that look in low look in his brown eyes that made you feel like you could move mountains single handedly, “Keep goin,” he’d murmur, all but fixated on your pretty face, your eloquent voice, the little stutters from your heart pounding here and there.

And it always does the trick, knowing hes there for you. The little encouragement even when he didn’t talk as much as your past partners, that sweet look of admiration that swirled in his warm brown eyes as he looked at you, making you dinner, taking his large hand in yours and kissing it, using any excuse to see you on his lunch break. “I had a bit ‘f time ‘s all.”

Yeah, sure. Just to see that unconvinced beautiful smile, leaning against the wall of your work place and taking the lunch he ordered for you.

You weren’t a stressor, you were everything to Simon.

It’s just— life can be a pain in the ass. Maybe too much of a pain in the ass. So much so it created a tension under the Riley household.

A big mixture of everything— the stress of his job and the lower ranks lacking on missions, the leak in the roof he didn’t have time to get up there and fix, the floorboard that kept squeaking every time Simon would step into the dogs room on the base floor, he’d replaced it once before and yet it still squeaked. Then you, His loveable Angel, you. Through the mess of it all, he just wasn’t seeing eye to eye with you. Unable to see you through the fog of bullshit. And maybe the irritation of the things he couldn't control in the moment poured into the situation, into your loving home.

He wasn’t one for many words, always been that way. A nod is sufficient enough some days, clean cut direction is better on others, a dad joke on the easiest (or worst) days. And the blonde always made the biggest effort to be clear but gentle with you, even if the words came out more harsh than he meant to. You could understand the gist of it.

But lately, he doesn’t know what to say, or maybe he’s tired of all of the words he needs to be using. And you’re no mind reader, he knows that. Maybe it’d be clear to him if he started fucking acting like it.

It’s not like you or him meant for it to get to this point.

It’s just a quick storm passing through, just rain. But one slick comment lead to another, and a sarcastic reply to follow.

A yelling match.

It’s not just a breeze or drizzle, it’s the tornado, a whirlwind of anger and frustration. It’s annoyance and lack of communication.

Simon’s voice was loud, deep and yet, it’s the lightning. It strikes and pains even when it has no knowledge of it doing so, and hits every nook and cranny of the walls of the room. You are the thunder, furious and wild, willing to get loud if need me, raise your voice louder than you thought you could. Trying to understand where it went wrong, where it could be fixed. If it could be fixed. Pointing two fingers at him from where you sat at the kitchen table like a gun, saying some rebuttal you couldn’t even bother to remember, because it was stupid for him to yell at you like some- like some-

“If you want to bitch all night about the fucking laundry, go do that fucking else where! There are thousands of bitches that would give enough of a fuck about that, I’m so sure Simon!”

“It’s not just the fuckin laundry [+]-“

“—Then I should wait on you hand and foot to find out, on my knees and ask you word for word what you want-“

“— It’s like you’re ignorin the things I’m fucking sayin and purposely forgetting. ‘M asking you bare minimum. Don’t you realize I have my own shit to take care of?”

“So do I, but I’m not being so damn self centered about it! I’m trying to understand. But you don’t even wanna talk about it—“ You shake your head, sarcastic chuckle leaving your throat, “this fucking stupid, this is stupid.”

It only makes him more angry, bitter, “Me putting up with your shit is stupid. Me having to play your therapist when you can’t control yourself for once is stupid!”

You roll your eyes, “I’m not a fucking child Simon. I’m asking for you to be in a relationship with me! Care about the simple shit with me! Why can’t I get a little grace, just like I give you?!”

And he snaps, more than before, he yells, “So I have to look after you every second of the day? Are a fuckin needy bitch [+]?! Is that it!?” He stops for a beat, lightning striking, and it lands— “It’s never just one thing, it piles on to your bullshit. Fuck me, you can never do shit for yourself, can you?”

Maybe that’s what hurt, above all the other shit said tonight, that’s what takes you back. Makes you feel much smaller than you actually are, what you try to present yourself to be. Back to your ex’s, back to being the child who wanted to prove something to everyone in the family- to your siblings, to your mother— your deadbeat father.

It’s a late reaction but you flinch, shoulders slouching, defeated.

“It’s needy for me to want you to not ignore me?” Your voice is shaky, it’s practically a squeak. A question asked in disbelief.

“O-Or ask you for your opinion for the things that go on in my life? Or wanting to confide in you or wanting you to be able to confide in me?”

You want to laugh, but you don’t have the room for it, the strength for it. And you search in Simons eyes for something, anything. Maybe you’re too fast, looking away from him so fast that you can’t see the remorse as he stands where the tornado of your fight once was. In the broken pieces— Clarity. And that seeing the mess hes created pains him.

You nod, tears brimming your eyes, “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize that was me pushing it. I’ll watch myself from now on. Sure to not bother you.” And you walk around him, almost recoiling when he goes to grab your arm, A silent plea, that the words that fell from his lips he truly didn’t mean. But you dodge his touch, running up the steps, the dogs following quickly behind with the clanging of their collars.

But Simon’s throat is stuck even in stage painful quiet, it’s closed, the words never come out when he needs them to. He rubs his face, letting out a heavy sigh.

Leaving him alone in that quiet, dimly lit kitchen.

The faucet left dripping.

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You didn’t remember your apartment feeling so- so barren.

When’s the last time you slept over here though? A month? No, 3 months ago? You didn’t have a need to be here. Where you could still hear cars honking and passing in the early morning and late nights. You always just grabbed a couple things and scurried back to the car so Simon could take you back to his house.

You’d turned it into a proper home, the two of you. Your CD’s and records were in the bookshelf alongside his plethora of dvd’s and vhs’. The living room decorated to your liking, kitchen more simple yet homey. Both the dogs with getting new adorable dog beds in the shape of an egg and the other green with white flowers on it. Pictures of the two of you hung on the newly painted walls, mostly of you but that’s how he wanted it, little knickknacks and artwork filling up different spaces, plants filling in corners.

Something told you, you’d need an escape plan one way or another. Just in case. You plopped down on your bed after a long day of work with a huff, the few stuffed animals left here plopping around to the side along your pillows. You wanted to drown in your comforters.

And maybe this was good for you, a snap back to reality. Right? This- break? break up?- was a good thing. That’s what you needed. You’d been clinging onto Simon too much already, you forgot the girl you once were.

Independent, fierce, unflinching.

Finding solace in your aloneness.

Or this was just bound to happen, what karma had laid out for you in a past life. People get tired of you quickly, it’s a simple fact. It’s something you’ve felt your whole life. Maybe you stress them out, or you’re too boring, or don’t talk enough, and you’ve changed and changed as much as you could and it always leads to nothing. Always leads to wanting to crawl into yourself and fix whatever switches are “wrong” with you. This is just another reminder to keep people at their distance. Even people you love.

It didn’t make it hurt any less.

You cried and cried yourself to sleep, puffy eyes in the morning, breakfast missed and in a dash to get to work. Had a headache by lunch, ate the frozen meal for dinner. Washed it down with a nice bowl of ice cream, stared at the two missed calls from Simon for an hour before passing out on the couch.

You wouldn’t call him back, what for?

You couldn’t rely on that man forever. Or maybe not be as needy. Time apart is necessary. Not like this. Perfect for a time like this. Right?

Simon didn’t think you’d answer the first time, maybe not even the forth. But he called, even though it wasn’t like him. Once just to see if you answered at the top of the day. Another at the end of the day just for his sanity, to hear your voice through your voicemail.

Everything felt empty without you.

Even the dogs kept circling the door waiting for you, an evening filled with whines from Fish, his favorite toy in his mouth while Slugger laid down in the entry way, just waiting.

But you weren’t coming home. Not anytime soon.

It hurt to see your keys not where they usually were, or how you shuffled around the house his shirt with tired eyes from the day. Or the sound of your voice as you took a call, peaking your head out the bathroom to give him a wave, mid skin care routine, the roll of your eyes and middle finger when he teased and said you looked messy. How you ran your fingers through his locks in the middle of the night when all he wanted to do was just be, but with you.

How was he gonna fix it? What more could he say to get through to you? The anger and frustration ceased to exist, even at work it showed, nothing was worse than silence. And the men under him thought the worst was bound to come to them. Maybe they did fuck up that bad. But it was the opposite.

“You alright mate?” Kyle asked as they sat in the mess hall for lunch, Simon was mid bite of his food. Barely hearing any of the prior conversation.

“ ‘M fine.” He grunted, swallowing his food.

Kyle and Johnny gave each other a knowing look, “Ye don’t look fine.” Johnny raised a brow. “Know yer a quiet lad but you’ve got the wee babies thinkin yer gonna kill ‘em. Just think- well I think—”

“—Fuck do you want me to say?” Simon bit, louder than he intended to, the table looked over tat them wondering what was going on. He tensed, eyes growing weary from his own actions.

Kyle gave a reassuring smile, “Just sayin we’re here for ya man, if you need to talk. That’s all. John too.”

“Yeah…” he nodded, standing from his seat and walking away. And he knew that, that people are there for him during the hard times— that you would be there for him during those hard times. It’s just sometimes, something in his brain would over react or just wouldn’t remember it.

Well, maybe it’s not his boys he needs to talk to.

It’s his therapist.

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Five days, since your fight with Simon.

Five days of dreading getting off work and going home alone.

Five days of trying to pick up the pieces only to be left with cuts on your hands.

As long as you could make it to the weekend, is what you thought. You were practically flouting your way home as you walked through the streets of the city. It was busy with rush hour traffic, pedestrians just trying to get, home or to the pub.

Your hands shoved in your pockets mc trying to keep warm, you heard a yell from behind you and turned to see what was happening. You rocked on your heals as if you didn’t hear it, then you heard another yell over the music blaring from your headphones. You snatched them off, a confused look on your face till you met his gaze.

Issac, an ex who was probably the most ridiculous man you’ve been with. Ridiculously sweet yet too fucking silly, a cheater. But he was fun to be with. But truly he was not who you wanted to see right now. He’d be the exact person to flaunt their happiness in your misery stricken face without realizing it.

Not right now.

But you couldn’t slip away in time, giving him a tight lipped smile as he waltzed his was toward you in the crowd, gleefully saying your name as he wrapped you in a hug.

“Long time no fucking see. Damn, it’s been ages, hasn’t it?”

You shrug, “Perfect timing I think, you got on my last nerve the last time I saw you.”

“We had a little fight.” He muses, letting you lead the way, no problem with walking you to wherever you were going even if it was in the opposite direction. Catching up wouldn’t hurt.

“You picked up your shit with a gnarly attitude. I wasn’t the problem.” You scoff, pointing at yourself.

Issac shoo’s the idea away, “What’s in the past, is in the past,” he looks across the street your both about to cross and then towards you, your baggy eyes, “What’s up with you? How’s life? You look a little…”

“Tired?”

“Shit, actually.”

“Thanks for rubbing it in! That’s exactly what I needed to hear right now.” You said sarcastically.

“Sorry,” he gave you an apologetic look, “Just thought you were living it up since you looked so good on Instagram.”

“I always look good on Instagram,” you remind him.

“ ‘s that right?” He teases, pulling about a joint from his pocket to light. You can’t help but chuckle in annoyance, this little shit.

“Just- got in a fight with my boyfriend is all.” You finally confess. It’s no point in lying, at one point you two were close friends, before the relationship. But things change.

“Ahhh, tale as old as time.” He hums, “About?”

You sigh, brushing your braids out of your face, you decide with the simple answer, “The laundry.”

Issac bursts into laughter, almost dropping the lit joint in between his fingers. People around you give you questionable looks but continue walking.

“Oh fuck off! Never mind me, what about you? What are you up to?”

He thinks for a moment, gently bumping shoulder with you, “Modeling gigs, goofing off. Not much else, I’m living the single life.”

“For once.” You snicker.

“And only this once. I hate going home and the house is fucking empty, it’s boring all holed up even if it’s for a bit!” He groans but you wince. Did it really feel like that? So dreary?

No. Yes. Shut up.

“Sorry.” He mumbles, noticing the little silence, but your shrug, “You’re good.” You take the joint from his fingers, taking a drag, “It’s a tax.”

“My ass… but your boyfriend and you, fightin over something so simple…” he clicks his tongue, taking the joint back and smoking, “Damn, we’ve fought over less. The way I walk, was it, one time?”

And fuck did it make you feel like shit back then, but it makes you laugh now, how silly you two were, “We were young, we were trying.”

“Trying too hard. Least I was.” He shook his head, muttering that last bit. You cock an eyebrow but he doesn’t repeat himself. “But at least you’re thinking about it, making up. We used to fight and that would be it.”

And it’s true, maybe you two were too similar, you would fight, break up for a month and make up, especially he cheated. He wanted to make it work, something like his parents. Ignore the major flaw that shifted your entire relationship. But your gut would turn every time he went out. Acne flares, holing yourself in more than you were now.

Thank god you two broke up.

“I wouldn’t wanna break up with the guy I’m with anyway,” you glance over at Issac, trying to make up for the tiniest uncertainty in your own words, you smirk, “He’s taller than you.”

“Oh come on, I still got this gun show.” And he flexes his muscles, at least tries to, under his trench coat.

“And he’s definitely stronger than you, he’s in the military” you giggle, genuine this time. And the thought of Simon wrapping you up in his warm embrace swarms you, you bite your lip, but your words tumble out, nothing but love spilling out life water overfilling a glass. “But overall he’s just good for me. He understands me, or at least he tries his best to. And he takes care of everything when I’m in my head too much. And he has funnier jokes than you, a little rough around the edges but warm at his core. Makes me feel like I can do anything. He takes his time with me.”

You sigh, walking down the steps, to get to the station, “A-And I want to take my time with him. Just— shit, I don’t know. It’s one of those times we’re having a hard time listening to each other.”

“Well, all's settled right? You should be able to hear each other out now that you’re both not so angry.” He asks, tapping his pass.

You shake your head, tapping your pass and following behind him, “He’s probably just calling to see if I’m alive or not. Nothing serious.”

You’re so used to giving up, and maybe part of it is on you. You’re used to every game in this life being winner take all, and you being left with nothing, picking up the pieces. Hell, even Issac “won” at the end of your relationship. You would rather fold, with the little dignity you have left, go back to your ways. Free and searching for a new feeling.

But it’s never a new feeling, is it?

You just so desperately want to be wanted, the want to be needed. Even if it’s for a little while, it’s something you craved your whole life. Oh, you’d dance in the sunshine if you could get that feeling.

But it leads you to be so dependent and needy, right?

“—How will you know if you don’t try? You said you like him right? And if he’s trying to reach out, he must like you some kind’ve way.”

And it makes your heart leap up, a shiver rolling down your spine. It’s silly really, that thought of that brute having you on his mind makes you want to spin around and smell the Daisys. You bite the inside of your mouth, rocking on your heals as you stand in place. “And if it’s not worth it?” You mutter.

Issac bumps into your shoulder again, he clicks his tongue, “Fuck, you just said he was the man of your dreams didn’t you? Why would you run away from that? You gotta fight for what ya want!”

Fight for what you want? And what did you want more than anything right now? At this exact moment?

To see Simon.

And maybe the weight lifts off your shoulders, noticeably so. You shove your hands further into your pockets, you’d try. Just this one time, you’d try.

The ends of Isaac’s lip curves up, “I know, I know, I’m such an amazing guy for helping you out. It’s the reason the ladies love me”

“Yeah fuckin right.” The train begins the pull in, more people crowding around the entrances of the public transportation. The doors open, the train conductor calling out the station.

“You ever think we could get back together? Or made it work?” He calls out as you step onto the train. And it’s probably the most genuine he's been since you started this conversation.

You suck in a breath, but you can’t help the corners of your lips curving upward, heat rising on your cheeks, heart pounding faster, “Not a chance.” You take him in one last time, he’s completely changed since the last time you saw him. Long curly hair now short into a fade, looking refreshed and at ease, in business casual which he used to hate. You both had changed, and for the better.

And if that meant not seeing each other ever again, so be it.

“And honestly, I’ve probably fallin more in love with that guy just from talking about him with you.”

And with that, the doors to the train close. Issac takes a step back on the platform, gives you a waves with a solemn look on his face. Disappearing into the crowd as the train rolls away.

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If Simon would’ve known you would reply to his one singular text before his calls he would’ve texted you sooner.

He built up the courage to talk to you, find the words he needed to apologize. And he didn’t know if they would come out right, as if they ever did, but he was more than willing to try.

He sat on the bench, inside of the park next to the train station closest to his place. The sun was peaking through the clouds, and the sound of children giggling a little bit aways. Simon’s knee bounced in anticipation, tired eyes moving around the open space till he found you, still beautiful as ever. In a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt that was almost wearing you. Braids in a claw clip, you made his heart jump.

He doesn’t say anything when you finally get in front of him, just stands, avoiding your deep mocha eyes, that shy but uncertain look that’s written on your face. He hands you the warm cup of tea that he ordered at the coffee shop before coming here. “Just how you like.” His voice is ragged. Taking a sip of his own tea to relax himself, 3 sugars, a drop of milk, but it’s just barely helping.

He nods for you two to walk down the path, but it’s awkward, both of you don’t know what to say or how to act. The birds are tweeting, there are people riding their bikes— it’s serene.

Simon clears his throat, deciding to push his nerves away, “[+], I’m sorry.”

And he feels silly, he doesn’t even remember the last time he apologized like this. Raw and scared, and unknowing what reaction he’d get. You can apologize to superiors with a ‘sorry sir’, let them berate you until they’ve got the anger out or just sigh and wave you off, you’d sort out the problem some way, somehow. But it’s the silence that comes from you that makes him worried. That makes the 6’4 brute want to sink and hide deep inside his shoes.

You rub at your neck, you can try too [+]. Try to make it work. If it meant to change— “It's okay. I could’ve listened and controlled myself but I didn’t and—“

You cut yourself off when you look over at Simon, he’s frowning— almost scowling, “No lovie, god no. I- shit.” He curses a couple times to himself, running his fingers through his short blonde hair, stops in his tracks to face you and gently takes your free hand in his. It’s warm compared to his, it’s enough to feel you, know that you’re really there in the moment.

“I shouldn’t’ve talked to you like that. Or made you feel like that. Ever. This isn’t your fault.” He shakes his head. “ ‘Nd ‘m not just saying things you want to hear, I thought about it properly, even wrote down what I wanted to say, talked about in my group.”

“Group?” You ask.

“Therapy.” He clarifies, swallowing his pride, “I went after too long, I’ve been needing to sort some things out.”

“And I want you to rely on me. ‘Nd talk to me about anything. You’re not too clingy or needy, and even if you were I’d still want you to be that way with me because- I love you. I love takin care of you ‘nd bein there for you when you need me.” He breaths out, searching your eyes, “I know it’s no excuse for me to be- to be stressed from work and take it out on you by being some daft dick head who suddenly gives a shit about when the laundry is done. Or calling you out your name just because you want to talk properly. Shit, I’m just not used to it, expressing myself to you, or anyone. And I’d just- fuckin hell- I’d hate for you to feel annoyed by my own shit.”

You take a second to take in everything he's said, and that he’s being more than sincere in his words, the somber look on his face. You bite your lip, hesitant, “But that’s what a relationship is. To lean on your partner when you need them most. And I’d hate to sound repetitive, but I’m here for you. Whenever. It’s not just you taking care of me.”

“I-I know, I learned that these past couple days. And I promise, I’m going work on talking it out with you, instead of talking at you.” And he takes a step closer, entering your space, kissing your hand, “I need you more than anything in this life, [+]. Home doesn’t even feel right when you're not there. And Fish just won’t stop crying for you.”

“Can you forgive me? Please come home kitten. Please?” He pleads, looking down at you with those pretty brown eyes.

Your cheeks heat up, heart swelling, you give him a slow nod. Relief fills his eyes, gently tugging you into his arms and holding you like you’re the last person on earth. And you hug him back too, your eyes closing just at the feel of him.

“I missed you baby, god, I fuckin missed you.” And he breaths you in, the sweet smell of your shampoo filling his nose and he kisses the top of your head. The weight of his shoulders finally falling off.

He grunts, lifting you off your feet making you squeal, “Gonna take you home,” he mutters, continuously kissing all over your face, kissing your lips a few times for good measure. “ ‘nd take a nap. I’m exhausted, can never sleep a wink without you kitten.”

You laugh, wrapping your arms around his neck,

“Same here Si, same here.”

a/n: this post is all over the place with plot holes and has lore that literally won’t make any fucking sense to any one but me. I know. Trust me, I know. And I know it might sound drastic for Simon to go to therapy just over an argument, but my hc is that meanie!simon (specifically) has past anger issues and sometimes he forgets the steps to regulate/properly express himself and his emotions. I know this isn’t what ppl wanted out of me after so long, I just haven’t been confident in my writing as of late but I really gave it my all with this post (I’m really not used/good at writing angst but wanted to try). Sorry for this long authors note. Much love.

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[zeka-maki]

ʚɞ God, I'm so lovesick, what have you done to me? ʚɞ

Pairing: Phainon x Reader

Summary: Who would've thought the Hero of Okhema was such a lovesick man? Only you have the ability to turn him into a mush with just a single touch.

Tags: Fluff, drabble

A/N: geeked out once again, its 4 in the morning, i gotta make smty to eat. This prolly sucks but man... Hope you enjoy!

Phainon is someone who behaves and talks as if he's had many partners before. Romantic letters, flowers at your doorsteps every night, whispering sweet nothings in your ear. He's almost the epitome of a perfect lover! But don't let those gestures deceive you from the real Phainon.

By real Phainon, I mean the one who literally cried when you first kissed him. It surprised you, really. You thought the hesitation in his eyes wasn't a first-time thing. It was. How would you know? He behaves like he's done this a million times. But no, turns out he's just read so many romance novels to even make a move on you that it just comes out naturally. This man spent nights reading romance novel just to say the right thing to his crush.

What surprises you even more is his reaction whenever you kiss or praise him. He turns into a literal mush. The first time you kissed him in the privacy of your home, Phainon hugged you so tight you almost saw Thanatos flash before your eyes. He cried for whole two hours while kissing your face, his face blushing red. It was quite the sight.

But that was just the first time. One would think he'd get used to it after a while. No. Phainon never gets used to it. If you kiss him before going out of your home, he'd stare at the door like a puppy waiting for you to return home. Kissing him in your home leads to him becoming a blushing, giggling mess to the point you can imagine cartoon-ish hearts appearing by him and his pupils shaping into little hearts.

Sometimes you'd kiss him after a training session. And that would create the most clingy man on Amphoreus. He'd follow you around, tugging on your sleeves and when you'd turn around, he'd lean down and try to press his cheek against your lips. You could practically picture him wagging his tail and his dog ears twitching. Then he'd go around Okhema with a smile that can only be achieved by getting kissed by your lover.

Truly, Phainon can't help it. The thought of you loving him feels unreal to him, then it crashes that it's real and now he's the happiest person on Amphoreus. What can he say, he's a really, really lovesick man who breaks only at his lover's touch.

[thatdisasterauthor]

Thoughts on the Grand Canyon Lodge?

Firstly, all thoughts are my own and not tied to my employer etc. etc. etc.

With that out of the way, I understand the sadness and the frustration and the disappointment that such a lovely place (and so many other buildings) burned down. But I have long said that when it comes to disaster losses, we need to be more accepting of the impermanence of things. Nothing lasts forever, and it's okay to mourn things when they're gone, but that's life. You can't let it consume you. The lodge burning down doesn't mean you can't remember all your favorite times there, or that there won't be a way in the future for people to make new memories in the same place. It's not the first time the lodge has burned down, after all!

Now, as for the anger and blame that's being hurled around about the response to this fire: everyone needs to cut it the fuck out. A building is not worth the lives of the people out on those firelines. They did what they could against a fast moving, massive wildfire that was started by natural causes, but in the end nature won out. There is only so much you can do in those circumstances, especially with historic wooden structures.

This is not the end of tourism on the North Rim, it's just a change. Something new will come, and what that is will be an important conversation between the NPS, the local communities, and other interested parties. For everyone who loved the Lodge and other things that were lost to this fire, I urge you to (in a few weeks, when things have calmed down a little) reach out to your local NPS office and volunteer groups and elsewhere to see what you can do to help. There's going to be a lot to do, and as we all know departments like NPS are really hurting right now due to all the governmental chaos.

Now, on a more personal note, here's what I would like to see happen going forward:

Rebuild the Lodge with the latest fire safety standards in mind while maintaining the original look and feel as much as possible, and explain it. Put up permanent placards around the new lodge explaining why different materials were chosen, why design changes were made, etc..

Where possible and safe, leave some evidence of the fire's effect on the original building. Maybe don't put a new roof on one of the semi-outdoor areas, and leave the burned beams, IDK. Put placards there too.

Involve the local community in the recovery process. You know those stands where you slot your phone in and then take a picture and email it in to a scientific study to monitor the growth of plants or something? Put those up everywhere and use the submitted photos to post about the rebuilding and regrowth process and show timelapses and all that. And do other things, like working with local companies and really highlighting their contributions.

Have a memorial wall somewhere in the new lodge where people can leave pictures and write down their memories of the old lodge. Embrace the grief.

Give a way for tourists to learn about and participate in the recovery process as well. Maybe community replanting areas they can visit, or have ranger led hikes where everyone gets a seed shaker of local seeds.

Signage signage signage. Put signs explaining the fire ecology of the area, what happened with this fire, how things regrow after fire, all of that.

Make sure to have tons of fire safety information everywhere. Not just how to avoid human caused fires, but how to stay safe if you are out exploring the area and a fire starts.

Sell fire safety related items in the shops.

Sooooo, yeah! Those are my thoughts.

[manycolouredglass]

here's to a forever with you

author's note: you can thank tobin heath retiring for this one. be grateful it's not pure angst and it's actually kind of fluffy. wives!pazzi with a couple of rascals, paige is announcing her retirement. some angst, but i promise it's all very bittersweet, with emphasis on the sweet. this is really more inspired by dt and penny than anything else. i'm going to entertain a bunch of my delusions for this one. seriously. delusional. i'm gonna need everyone to suspend their disbelief. don't worry, this is all set in the very far future.

wc: 5k

tw: swearing and children

paige leaned back on the warm leather, tipping her head to the bright, spotless sky. her eyes gently closed, as she listened to the chains creak next to her and felt the grass brush the top of her feet. the swing she was on rocked back and forth softly, like it was trying to let her mind slow down with it.

she remembered when she convinced azzi to get this swing. it was one of the bigger ones, one that looked like a bench swinging from two ropes, and paige was convinced that it would be the perfect addition to their backyard. azzi had brought up that they had a whole mini playground set for the kids that included two regular swings that worked perfectly fine. paige had just smiled and said that this was different. she knew she didn't have to try that hard, azzi already had on that lopsided smirk that meant that she was going to agree with whatever paige suggested but was pretending she was stricter than that.

really, paige had simply wanted something that was constantly in motion like she was. she wanted a place that would keep moving even when she stopped.

paige had had two knee surgeries in the last five years and she felt that fact every day. when she was younger, she thought she would know that she had to stop playing because she physically couldn't do it anymore. she didn't expect this.

it took so many more hours to stretch and prepare her body for another bruising game. and all the the training to keep her in top form was costing her moments in her life that she couldn't get back. she wanted to bend down and pick up her kids without her knees screaming at her. she wanted to crawl across the bed and blow annoying raspberries into her wife's stomach. she wanted to walk the dog with her family without every step punishing her.

basketball was slowly taking things from her life. she didn't want to wake up one morning and find everything gone. she didn't want to resent the game that saved her life. so she knew.

this was it.

one last season.

_____ ___ _____

azzi had retired a couple seasons earlier. she had numerous business plans in the work and she had wanted to spend more time with their kids, so she knew it was time to let it go. some people might have thought it was easier for her. they assumed that azzi didn't live for basketball, not like paige did. but azzi had spent the last 3 decades shifting her veins into the perfect shooter, into a body, mind, and soul built for the game. she had sacrificed so much and she had found so much joy in it. none of it was ever going to leave her gently.

everyone else had seen her small smile and gentle wave after she had officially announced the retirement. but paige had been there when she finally broke down in the restless night, tears soaking through paige's sleep shirt. she just held her, rubbing small circles in the base of her neck, whispering easy truths like "you're still the best player in the nation."

no one knew how hard you had to fight to let something like this go.

paige thinks it might kill her slowly.

she slid open the back door and padded into the kitchen. azzi was at the sink, washing some strawberries. multicolored light shines through one of their stained glass windows, bouncing off azzi's curls and creating a sort of halo around her head. an angel, paige thought. which wasn't a surprise, she's been thinking that since she was 15. an angel, fallen from heaven, who chose her from some reason. yeah, she knows she's lucky.

azzi turns her head at the sound, gently smirking. "you done wallowing, bueckers?"

paige didn't respond with words, just walked up behind azzi and wrapped her arms around her waist, letting her forehead fall onto azzi's shoulder.

azzi's skin was so warm and soft, tinged with the scent of salted caramel and something so entrancingly azzi. if she could choose where she wanted to die, it would be right here.

paige inhaled, reaching for the words she never thought she'd have to say. felt them slice their way out of her.

"az...i think this season is it for me."

azzi stopped moving, breath catching. she turned slowly in paige's arms, tears already pricking in her eyes. paige let her hands move upwards, pulling azzi closer. azzi was looking at her like the ground was shifting from underneath them, and paige just knew that azzi understood every single feeling burning in the back of her throat. it was terrible, but paige was so grateful that their hearts were so intertwined that they broke together too.

she felt azzi's hands on her cheek, thumb swiping gently at the tears streaming down her own face.

"baby."

"i gotta let it go, and i don't know how. i don't know how to do this, az."

"well, the first thing is, you don't have to do it alone. we're here for you. i'm here for you."

paige closed her eyes and let azzi coax her somewhere her body felt a little lighter.

"the second thing is, you don't have to do anything right now. we can take this slow as you need to."

her thumb stilled, and paige opened her eyes to find azzi looking at her with so much love, it almost knocked the air out of her lungs. the first time paige saw that look was when they won the natty together, like the love and pride was spilling out of her so fast she couldn't stop it.

"i am so proud of you, p. you're the strongest person i know."

"you're the strongest person i know. couldn't do this without you, babe."

the sound of feet pattering down the corridor broke the two lovers out of their reverence, and paige felt an involuntary smile sneak onto her face.

"mama, mommy!"

paige reached down and picked up maya, their youngest, nuzzling her nose in the side of her cheek. maya let out a bubbly giggle at the motion, and paige's heart grew two sizes larger.

"mommy, stop."

paige gently tickled the sides maya's stomach, letting every laugh stich her soul back together. "never, peaches."

their eldest, jordan, latches herself on azzi's leg and azzi doesn't even blink, just reaches for the washed strawberries on the counter.

"want some, baby?"

jordan tilts her nose up and shakes her head aggressively, always with a touch of drama.

azzi side eyes paige. "like mother, like daughter."

"my kid twin would pick trufru over real fruit, so i don't know about that."

azzi doesn't justify that with a response, just crouches down and feeds jordan a strawberry. some of the juice from the fruit stains jordan's cheek, in that way only kids can get sticky substances in the most random of places. azzi licks her thumb, swipes at jordan's cheek, and places the softest kiss there.

paige doesn't think she'll ever get used to watching azzi raise their kids. it's everything she'd ever wanted when she was 17, lying next to azzi and staring at the ceiling, hoping that whatever this feeling that strangled her heart when azzi was near would disappear. but it only got stronger and more insistent until finally, she caved. and god, is she so thankful she did, because she doesn't know what she did to deserve every dream she ever had, all alongside the girl that changed her life with her smile and her jumpshot.

maya decides that she hasn't had enough attention yet and grabs at paige's cheeks with her tiny hands.

"oof, peach, i can't talk."

maya does not care. "so squishy."

paige sighs. "death by human stress ball. it's a good way to go."

azzi hands her a strawberry as jordan tries to climb up the counter and reach the bowl. they needed to get that kid into some kind of sport to burn off a little of that gremlin energy. paige isn't a saint, and she hopes a little selfishly that jordan'll latch onto basketball, just like her.

"you're so dramatic, bueckers."

paige drops a kiss on azzi's lips. "only for you, fudd."

"ewww, mommy."

yeah, she could get used to having more of this.

_____ ___ _____

there was nothing quite like the chase center arena. this place truly lived and breathed basketball. paige could feel it in the walls, just like she feels it in her bones. there was a reason they called it ballhalla. it was heaven for a player like her.

she never expected to end up on the valkyries team, but azzi had got traded there in her 3rd year, right when paige's contract finished. the timing was too perfect not to try. plus, she really did love purple. (azzi looked really good in the uniform, which isn't really that significant cause she looks good in every uniform.) by some miraculous grace of god and an insanely talented representation team, they managed to completed a complicated three way deal that resulted in paige ending up in the bay. she sent her agent a way too expensive arrangement of sweet wines and smelly cheeses.

the valkyries had reunited the backcourt that everyone had only got to witness for one season at uconn, and it created a lot of buzz. paige couldn't help looking at the headlines and worrying that the dream that their uconn selves had lived was too much for their present selves to carry. she knew how quickly the media and the fans could turn on you if you didn't deliver and she didn't want any of the extra sound to warp what she had with azzi.

but azzi, in all her infuriatingly solid calmness had simply looked at her and said, "it's still us, p. they can say whatever they want to, but we'll still be the best backcourt duo in the nation."

paige looked up at her. "still riding till the wheels fall off?"

azzi smiled. "always."

all the useless chatter was proven wrong anyway, as it always was. paige and azzi still had that undeniable chemistry on the floor, the same chemistry that drew two young players together on that usa basketball team. the same chemistry that made people think, it's not just basketball, it's like their souls are always looking for each other.

paige and azzi had taken the valks to the semi finals that first year, and won the championship the next.

she still remembered how big azzi's smile was that day, dimples so deep you could've hidden a star in there. there was champagne clinging to her eyelashes, laughter curling in the air, and if paige could've frozen time, this would've been the second she chose to live in. she had tried to kiss every inch of azzi's skin that night, forever chasing the taste of winning together.

there was a mural of the 2031 team that had won it all for the first time on the walls of the chase center. paige had found herself staring at it multiple times over the years, still remembering that smile. today, on the first day of her last training camp, was no different.

someone came up from behind her, hooking their arm around her neck and dragging her down. paige looked at her side and was met with flau'jae johnson's signature sideways smile.

"come on, old ass. gotta show the rookies what the w is made of."

"you're literally only one year younger than me,"

"yeah, but you've been here forever and have won like a thousand chips with that wife of yours. pretty sure that makes you much older than me."

"that makes no sense."

"shh, bueckers, just accept it and move on."

paige shakes her head and throws open the gym doors. most of the players were already starting to settle in and warm up. well, here comes the hard part.

she had already told natalie about her plan to retire and the coach had just smiled and hugged her like she knew what paige was going to say before she even walked through the door. paige had cried for the third time that day. now the next step was telling her team.

coach blew the whistle and everyone formed a circle in the center of the gym. natalie began with her regular training camp spiel that paige had heard at least 50 times in her life, so she took the chance to look around at her newer teammates. she immediately recognized mila bazzell, napheesa collier's daughter and the valk's first draft pick. the kid had a deadly jumpshot that was almost as pretty as azzi's and a fadeaway that was pretty impossible to guard. she was soaking in every word coach was saying, with the same determined expression her mother used to wear when she was wrestling for a shot in the paint.

paige remembers when mila was just a little kid, cheering courtside for her mama. and now she was here as the future of the valkyries team, someone who could keep up the team's reputation for clutch dagger shots and the unguardable middy. flau'jae still had a couple good years of being the dynamic player that she always was, and dom malonga, the clinical legend in the paint, was sure to create some incredible plays and offer some much needed veteran presence.

this was the team she was leaving behind. they were going to be okay. more than okay.

"alright, that's all i've got. before we get started, paige has an announcement."

paige blinked at the sound of her name, slowly realizing that everyone was looking at her. here goes nothing.

"right. hi everyone. i am so excited to be playing with each and every single one of you. i've been on this team for most of my career and i'm really proud of what we've built here. i wish i could be a valk for the rest of my life, but the ball has got stop bouncing sometime."

flau'jae gasped. "paige, you're...?"

she nodded. "this is going to be my last season in the w. guess you were right, johnson. i am getting too old for this."

the whole gym was quiet. paige tried to keep her smile from wobbling.

flau'jae was the first to move, rushing to hug her. "goddamnit, paige."

everyone she played with last season quickly followed suit, all dogpiling on top of her into a giant group hug. paige could see natalie starting to tear up and then her own vision started to blur with her own tears.

damn. she had a bet going with azzi on whether she was going to cry today. she hated doing the dishes.

eventually, everyone let her out of their vice grip and natalie started barking out some drills, directing people to their positions. paige took her place at the perimeter, rock in her hand like it was always meant to be there.

dom elbowed her side playfully as she walked by. "one last season, huh?"

paige smirked. "let's make it a good one."

_____ ___ _____

her last season was a pretty good one, ending when they lost the fifth game of the semi finals series against the lynx, led by sarah strong. paige couldn't think of a better person to lose to.

paige had dropped 35 pts and 8 assists, a season high for her, and the entire team had played well. it just wasn't in the cards for them. she would have loved to add a seventh championship to her resume, but she was also secretly a little glad they didn't win. paige had shared every single one of her major career accomplishments with azzi. the natty, her six championships, and every gold medal was fought for by her side. paige didn't want to find out what winning without azzi felt like.

she watched as the lynx held onto each other, jumping up and down like they had already won the chip. and even though she lost, all she could do was smile. this was her last game of professional basketball, and it was so much fun. she was going to miss this so fucking much.

"paige, you recorded a season high in tonights game. how does it feel to lose despite your stellar performance?"

twenty plus years in the league and the questions still haven't gotten any better.

"honestly, i feel okay. sure it was a loss, but it was a well fought one. my team played some pure, unselfish and beautiful basketball tonight, and that's what i'm going to remember. they really made this game a good one to end it on."

the reporter stared at her. "...to end it on?"

paige smiled. "this was my last professional game. i'm officially retiring."

the entire arena exploded.

mics and cameras came rushing up to her, and paige suddenly regretted her decision to make this a surprise. this was one of those moments when she wished cd's media training stuck a little harder.

after a good thirty minutes, paige finally managed to disentangle herself from the media brigade and sneak away to find her favorite people waiting in the tunnel.

jordan and maya were both renacting parts of the game for azzi, or at least jordan was and maya was trying to copy everything her sister was doing. both of them had purple glitter sprinkled throughout their hair, valks merch on their tiny bodies, and purple 5s painted on their cheeks.

jordan noticed her first. "mommy!"

paige drops to her knees (yes, it hurt) and both kids barrelled into her. jordan let go of her almost immediately, full of excitable energy, while maya was happy enough clinging to paige's chest.

"mommy, you were so good out there. and that shot you made when there were three people around you but you just turned around and swish."

jordan punctuates the sound by jumping a little and flicking her wrist, a passable imitation of paige's own form. paige simply smiles at her daughter and hoped the love didn't leak out of her eyes again.

"you know mommy always hits those shots. isn't that right, middy princess?"

paige looks up and locks eyes with her wife, who was wearing her #5 jersey. azzi always looked good in whatever she was wearing, but paige was always a bit obsessed (and slightly feral) for when she wore paige's number.

azzi loved to show up and show the world who she was here for, and paige loved that about her. maybe a little too much.

she stood up and wrapped her free arm around azzi's waist, letting her head fall into the crook of azzi's neck. paige always found herself here after the big moments, folding herself into azzi and letting her carry the weight for a bit. azzi lifted her hand to cradle the back of paige's head. paige felt azzi's next words more than heard them.

"you were so good out there, p. so beautiful."

"i missed you next to me. i always do."

azzi moves back so she could look paige in the eye. "i missed being there with you."

paige let out a small hum, and leans over to leave a soft, lingering, kiss on azzi's cheek. she feels something tugging on her shorts and she looks down to find jordan's big doe eyes that were a carbon copy of azzi's looking up at her.

"can i make a shot in the basket? i wanna make one just like you."

paige hands maya over to azzi and reaches for jordan's hand. "of course, peanut."

it takes her a second to hunt down the game ball, which was already stolen by the lynx team in the middle of their celebration. she pulls jordan into the middle of the paint and hands her the rock.

"do not let go of the ball until i say, okay? no matter what."

jordan nods at her, face full of determination, which paige matches immediately. she gently moves jordan in front of her.

"ready?"

jordan holds the ball up, ready to shoot, but before she can, paige grabs her waist and hoists her onto her shoulders. jordan lets out a laugh and paige gives herself a mental high five.

"mommy, this is not how you make your shots."

"trust me, this way is better."

jordan tries to glare at her but it comes out looking more soft and squishy than she probably intended. paige pointedly ignores it.

"come on, peanut. make your shot."

she throws the ball at the basket with virtually no form, and still, miraculously manages to get it to hit the rim. the kid might have some natural talent after all. paige looks around for her wife who was currently trading funny faces with maya.

"azzi! rebound please!"

azzi spots the ball before she spots them. she scoops up the ball and hands it over to jordan, whose hands start fidgeting immediately

paige rubs one of jordan's legs. "peanut, you've got this."

azzi sees the hesitation in her daughter's eyes and recognizes it immediately. she's seen it in the mirror too many ties to count.

she steps a little closer. "breathe, baby. it's just us. just focus on the ball and the basket. nothing else matters."

jordan closes her eyes for two seconds, and opens them. she sets up her shot more confidently and lets it fly.

azzi smiles before the ball even falls through the basket. "look at you, baby. best shooter in the nation."

paige bounces jordan on her shoulders, relishing in every giggle her baby girl lets out. "i think the best shooter is still your mama, but if you keep practicing, i'm sure you'll beat her."

azzi lifts jordan off paige's shoulders and sets her down. "i know you will."

_____ ___ _____

"so i don't know if anyone remembers, but azzi and i won uconn's twelfth natty together, our first title out of seven. the most championships in wnba history, by the way."

azzi's probably rolling her eyes at her right now.

"everyone's asked me about that day, about that season, at least a thousand times over my career. makes sense, it was the fairytale ending to my college career, 5 years full of injury and obstacles that finally led to what everyone wanted most. but what i remember the most was azzi the night before. the way she looked me in the eye and said 'we're winning it tomorrow. i am not letting you leave here without a natty, paige bueckers.' "

paige blinked, trying to stop herself from being transported back to that hotel room when azzi had looked at her so earnestly and promised her everything.

"to those who know azzi, y'all know that she can kind of get in her head about these kind of things, but that night there was no doubt in her face and i knew, if she had to take down the entire south carolina team herself, she would. which she basically did end up doing."

"i fell in love with azzi's game first. the way she was so calm and collected on the floor, completely unshakeable. a monster on defense with the smoothest game i'd ever seen. and of course, a shot that's taken my breath since i was fifteen. i've never lied when i said she was the best player in the nation. she was back then and she is right now. just as a fan of basketball, watching azzi play has been one of the greatest things i've ever witnessed."

"then i realized that her heart was the same way, so strong and steady and unbreakable. her consistency was what got me, the way she showed up in the same way, every single day, no matter what. she made everyone around her better just being herself, grounded in her ability and her faith in her team. she was kind in the way that made everything easier, flow better. she was magic. and really there was no hope for me after that. i was gone."

paige smiled at azzi, wide and unforgiving, and azzi ducked her head, blush creeping in by her ears. so cute.

"she was my dream girl, gorgeous and could beat me in a shooting contest. i was always going to marry her."

the crowd cheered.

"today, we're hanging up the jersey of one of the best to play the game, probably the greatest shooter it'll ever see. it has been such a honor to watch you achieve every dream by your side. and i am so excited for the future that we're still building together. i love you so fucking much, az."

paige needs to wrap this up before she starts sobbing into the mic.

"here's to the princess. let's give her a bow."

the crowd erupted at that, everyone standing to their feet. paige walked over to azzi, handing over the mic before placing a small kiss on her lips. there were a tear running down azzi's face which paige wiped away.

"had to make me cry, huh?"

"wouldn't have been the perfect jersey retirement with some waterworks."

azzi got up to go to the floor, and paige took her seat, lifting maya into her lap and giving jordan a high five.

she mumbles into the mic while finding her position. "why did i let paige go first, now i gotta top that."

the crowd laughs lightly at that.

"don't worry, you've seen paige and i in media together. i don't like to talk as much as her, so we won't be here for much longer."

paige feels a laugh punch out of that, azzi's dry humor constantly surprising her.

"in 2013, gary knox went to a game at hopkins high school and saw a twelve year old paige play. he then tweeted that one line that we've all seen, 'remember the name: paige bueckers.' he even included a picture of paige in a very fashionable orange headband and that signature smile of hers."

azzi smirks at her when she notices the way paige cringes. paige just wishes everyone would stop bringing up the way she looked in the 2010s.

"that was the first time someone went online and acknowledged paige's greatness, but it would be far from the last. paige's name has been in the same sentence as the word 'goat' since her freshman year. and she's proven again and again, with her championships, gold medals, various accolades, that she deserves the label."

"but what i remember isn't how she was the greatest of all time. it was how she was the greatest person of all time. she was always the first to check on her teammates, always willing to drop everything to make sure that they were okay. she stood up for the people she believed in and the people who believed in her. out of everything, what everyone who's met paige remembers about her is her beautiful soul and kind heart."

azzi stopped, taking a deep breath. her voice was a bit more vulnerable after that. she looked directly at paige, tears brimming her eyes.

"the valks had actually reached out to me a two years ago and asked if they could retire my jersey. but i told them to wait until you retired because this is where i want to be for the rest of eternity. right next to you. 535 forever, watching over the team we helped build together."

"paige madison bueckers, the love of my life, the mother of my children, and my basketball goat, you really are one of the best of us and it is one of greatest joys of my life to have my jersey retired alongside yours. thank you for everything, baby."

paige can't help herself after that. she rushes towards her wife, wrapping her in the tightest hug she could and burying her face into the crook of azzi's neck. both of her kids follow suit, tucking their tiny bodies in the small spaces between paige and azzi.

they just held each other.

the crowd fell away entirely, leaving only two jerseys, 5 and 35, hanging overhead.

_____ ___ _____

sunlight streamed in through the window, harshly dragging paige to wakefulness.

she grunts, sitting up with the gracefulness of a baby hippo. goddamn, would it kill azzi to close the blinds every once in a while she thinks, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.

the bathroom door bursts open and out walks the very girl occupying her thoughts. azzi had on a cream blouse that was tucked into a matching pair of slacks, all perfectly tailored. white had always looked absolutely delectable on azzi's caramel skin and paige can feel her brain short-circuit at the sight. not to mention, she's wearing her number 5 necklace that always make paige think mine, mine, mine.

"good, you're awake."

paige just looks at her kind of dumbly. "huh."

"i've got a meeting in thirty, so i'll drop maya at daycare. jordan's got basketball camp today, so you need to get her breakfast and drop her off. then i need someone to pick up maya from day care, and pick up some food for dinner tonight. got that?"

it is too early in the morning for this. "uh, huh."

azzi pecks her cheek and paige leans into the touch like she always does. she grabs her stuff and leaves to deal with maya who has somehow already started to cry.

paige kicks off her blankets. "man, i thought retirement would be more relaxing."

[rawme-price]

So i'm loving Gator!Reader but am also a big sucker for angst.

Could we get some content of another team or human higher up reprimanding reader for hybrid behavior.

Thanks, keep up the great work

Hmmm maybe something less on the nose if its the military, bc there's so many hybrids i doubt anyone could get away with being blatantly bigoted, but snide remarks? Yeah totally.

You think you'd probably fare better with an actually hostile lieutenant. Months spent with the 141 has slowly built up your comfort calling people on their shit, but its hard to consider the comments you get as actually serious.

Besides, you dont want to seem hysterical. Why make a fuss about a few jokes? Its nothing you've never dealt with before. So you just...don't comment.

When you sit down at breakfast with a smaller plate than usual and the lieutenant scoffs "careful newbie, leave some for the rest of us eh?", you dont mention it. Hes right, you do eat more than him and the humans on his team.

Or when the lieutenant appears beside you and you instinctively flinch, almost smacking him with your tail. He sneers "watch where you throw at thing. You could hurt someone being so careless"

And its just...those small things. Over and over. He never says anything big, and he can be quiet nice sometimes, so you dont say anything.

It kind of reminds you of home. Makes it easy to fall back into those old habits you team have been working so hard to break.

When those few weeks are up, and you return to the 141, they know as soon as they see you. Can see it in the way you've slimmed down, the tuck of your tail close to your body, the way you dont growl or hiss a greeting when you see them.

They dont point it out. Have learned over the months that drawing attention to your behavior just makes you pull back more. Still, its painful to watch the way you walk around base like its your first weeks. Now that theyve seen what you can really be, the clear hurt and discomfort it obvious.

[returntosunder]

Nightmares Gang (Bad Sanses) reference sheets ^^

I Finally finished them :D (They've been in my wips folder for 3 months 0_0)

Close-ups and More info under cut ^^

Killer

I had way too much fun with him ima be honest. I knew i wanted to use more green then blue compared to the others, just to stray away from that "Sans" look (If that makes sense) and ive seen others use Charas look as inspo and I liked that idea

My only thought when designing them was, "How can I strap as many knives on It without making it too complicated?" And ran with that lol

Murder (Dust)

I kinda projected some of my own things on them so bare with me for a sec

I like the ideas others had where he prioritizes comfort more than practicality or style. I used the cap idea others had to cover their face along with the hood (cause of him getting overstimed by bright lights, which same bro >_<)

I also gave them 3 layers of clothes (the heavy layers are for the pressure). I feel like being alone for a while makes them crave some form of comfort like that. He also has a piece of Papyrus' scarf wrapped on their arm

Horror

I didn't really change much then just giving his jacket some extra bits and giving him more of a "spooky man that lives in the woods" vibes

I want to explore his design more in the future because I wasn't inspired by anything yet and I feel like his design lacks somthin, but this is what i will use for now

Nightmare

I obviously wanted him to have a more "Kingly" look with his design and this was one of my main inspos.

I also wanted his cloak to resemble a tree trunk and roots at the bottom as a reference to his relation to the Apple tree. His tentacles also like to hang lower on his back to also resemble tree roots (I used Morticia Addams and Batman as inspo for his cloaks silhouette and how it moves ^^)

I made extra comfy clothes for him cause he's an old man and probably dosen't always wanna wear his fancy ass outfit lol. I also have one for Dream but I'll draw that for a later thing ^^

Extra

They all have a patch on their jackets sholder that resembles Nightmares emblem thing (Killer is the only one with the patch on both his sholders). This was to mimic the Stars having a star brooch on their person. Anyways i hope yall like em ^^

On a serious note. I would like to take this moment to talk about Horrortale

Due to recent events, I wanna say that I do not support Horrors creator and their actions. However, I would still like to draw Horror and have him featured in more of my art and projects in the future. I will treat him the way I do with lust and will separate the character from the creator with my own interpretation and design, but all credits of the original Horrortale still belong to his creator. I will not talk about this topic anymore other than here

Thank you for reading

Og Nightmare belongs to Jokublog

Og Killer belongs to RahafWabas

Og Murder belongs to Ask-DustTale

Og Horror belongs to Sour-Apple-Studios

[heartkaji]

currently thinking about what it’d be like to have fratboy! gojo & getou voicing over your grwm makeup videos for tiktok

“suguru what the fuck is she smiling at.”

“i wouldn’t be smiling if i was this chopped.”

heaven forbid you give the camera a little smile & wave before beginning your routine. the video begins & satoru’s taken it upon himself to narrate the video in a sassy twink voice, its obnoxious pitch blaring through the speakers as the video plays.

“and now guys i’m applying my rhode skin hydrating fluid to give myself that clean girl glow—hailey please sponsor us.”

“wait isn’t that just moisturizer?”

“girl i don’t know i use two in one spf and cream.”

“oh, period.”

you can hear the sounds of linen shifting as you finish your skincare & dive into your makeup. you start off with foundation, flashing the bottle at the camera before dabbing some onto your skin.

“now some face coverage. gotta hide them pimples you feel me?”

“why this girl got so many pimples.”

“mm..not very feminine.”

satoru clicks his tongue, tone nothing less than judgy. the video continues as you press more foundation to your cheeks: “more concealer…and more…and—bro all this concealer for what? y/n if you’re not careful you’ll conceal your destiny.”

“yo you sound like an african parent.”

“i love jollof rice.”

after dabbing your face you’re dusting bronzer across your temple, cheekbones brushed as well to give yourself a more ‘lifted’ look.

“oh that’s bronzer! okay i put the bronzer…to look darker than i already am…? suguru why is she blackfishing.”

“it’s giving monkey,” a pause. “wait can we edit that out?”

you apply a lighter shade concealer to your under eyes. “oh that’s a lighter skin color. why’s she racially confused?”

“maybe she’s just mixed?” “fairs.”

you continue to apply all sorts of creams to your face, different brushes & blenders dabbing against your skin. from the speaker you can hear the muffled sounds of gojo and getou bickering over what’s going on your face & what’s not. satoru clears his throat:

“yesss get it james charles. we got no idea what the fuck she’s doin’.”

“y/n is actually lowkey ugly when you look at her too long.”

“that’s not ridiculous to say it’s not ridiculous to say that.”

a breathy laugh is muffled by the speakers, & suguru takes over as you begin your lips.

“oh that’s that lip shadow thing. alright alright, we apply the lip shadow—girl nobody wanna see them crusty ass lips stop puckering that shit looking like a love island UK contestant.”

“WORDDD.” at this point you can hear gojo wheezing in the background, clapping his hands frantically as he slaps suguru’s back repeatedly.

you can hear the grin in satoru’s voice as he speaks: “yo y/n, on some real shit drop the lip combo i need that.”

“fruity ass. i’ll just stick to my vaseline extra shine.”

“bro, that’s why bitches don’t kiss you.” “shut the fuck up.”

you flash a container of powder to the screen, hand behind the product to reveal the name as the camera settles.

“oop—now we’re powdering our face with LA ROCHE PUSSYYYYY.”

“bro can you read? it’s posay”

“nobody give a fuck.”

the video continues & you flash a pen-like bottle at the screen before unscrewing the cap to reveal a wand. gently you apply your mascara, & satoru excitedly takes the mic once again.

“now we’re doing our lashes with maybellineee. maybelline please sponsor us.”

“yo stop begging for sponsorships are you poor?”

“man can i network in peace? if you shut up i’ll give you head.”

“fuck yeah. love you bro.”

“kisses babe.” the sound of a wet kiss echoes through the speakers; followed by boyish giggles.

“and now we’re done! oh no we’re not. oh my gosh this is so much makeup. am i watching an asian makeup transformation video?”

“wait satoru don’t say that you’ll make her insecure.”

“sorry y/n,” “sorry.”

the audio goes silent as you continue with your makeup in peace.

“y/n’s forhead is so big.”

“bro i’m saying.”

“satoru is my forehead big, check it.” the audio dies down to mattress shifts & stretches of linen before gojo’s voice comes through:

“nah you’re good. sexy ass forehead.” if you hold your phone a little closer, you can hear the smack of lips against suguru’s temple.

“babe don’t gas me i knew i was tea,” suguru begins, “y/n on the other hand…”

the audio picks up the sound of getou shuddering. the video continues & soon you’re spraying your face, posing into the camera as you conclude your makeup routine & begin to get up from your desk.

“YESSSS WE’RE DONEE”

“PERIOD FINALLY!!!”

“wait why is she shaking her ass.”

“bro get this ghetto bitch off my screen.”

KAISEN UNIVERSITY

#GO PANDAS !

HEARTKAJI 2025. do not steal, edit, translate, or re-upload.

[astonmartinii]

polite cat | oscar piastri social media au

ASTON MARTINI'S ESPRESSO SHOTS: a smaller fic!

pairing: oscar piastri x fem reader

since you guys wanted to insist

MASTERLIST | TIP JAR | OSCAR PIASTRI MASTERLIST

oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri: where did you think i got it from?

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user1: i hope he only saw the polite cat tweets like that and not… the other insane things we’ve been saying

user2: girl they taught us all about digital foot prints

yourusername: you all need to touch some grass i’m being so real

yourusername: osc does NOT suit cat ears

user3: how do you know this?

yourusername: none of your business

user4: i think she’s lying to keep it from us

yourusername: so what if i am - you DEPRAVED PEOPLE WILL NEVER KNOW ANYWAY

user5: so their baby being a calico makes complete sense

user6: the orange comes from y/n and the black comes from oscar

yourusername: OMG THAT’S SO CUTE

oscarpiastri: not sure that i like that it implies you birthed buttercup

yourusername: i would’ve if necessary

lando: so…. i wasn’t invited to this baby reveal party

oscarpiastri: it was hardly a party

yourusername: you didn’t reply to my paperless invite so idk what to tell you

lando: well if i knew everyone else was going i would’ve read the invite better !

alexalbon: your loss bro the finger food slapped

maxverstappen1: can confirm

oscarpiastri: and we appreciate the gifts!

yourusername: not sure what we’re going to do with THAT many mechanical fish in a highrise but we appreciate the thought

user7: the paddock has needed some new pets…

user8: the girls have gotten stale

roscoelovescoco: watch your mouth

yourusername

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yourusername: he’s actually not a polite cat at all he called me fatty when this arrived 😞

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user12: not reading the caption he’s fine as fuck

user13: need him to eat me like that bbq

yourusername: WE HAVE A CHILD TOGETHER? BUTTERCUP PIASTRI-YLN MEANS NOTHING?

yourusername: zero morals around here anymore

user14: i am sorry but ‘buttercup piastri-y/ln’ is wild

oscarpiastri: THAT IS NOT WHAT I SAID ???

yourusername: and now he’s raising his voice at me

yourusername: this is your ‘polite cat’

oscarpiastri: why are you slandering me?

oscarpiastri: i can hear you giggling in the bathroom ???

oscarpiastri: is this because i didn’t go out and get the ice cream you want?

oscarpiastri: it’s 11 on a sunday baby what do you want me to do

liamlawson30: i would’ve found a way but that’s just me

oscarpiastri: back off.

yourusername: YEESH

oscarpiastri: i think you like it when i’m prickly

yourusername: maybe i do. sue me.

oscarpiastri: i don’t think you could handle me in a suit and delivering a closing statement

yourusername: DON’T TEASE ME

user15: what is happening

lando: just leave them to it at this point

oscarpiastri: follow your own advice please 🙏

lando: i stay as far away from you people as possible

yourusername: you literally asked to come cuddle LAST WEEK

lando: god forbid a guy was a lil vulnerable

lando: also saying that like yall didn’t say yes - i got photographic evidence

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user19: THAT SHOULD BE ME

user20: i actually need to be detained for my own safety

user21: i think i’d sleep as much as oscar if i had HER to constantly cuddle with

yourusername: I LOVE YOU

yourusername: YOU’RE SO CUTE

yourusername: and such a good papa

yourusername: my little polite cat 🐱

oscarpiastri: i love you too !!!!!!!!!!!!

oscarpiastri: thank you for always letting me be the little spoon

oscarpiastri: and for not breaking up with me when i dribbled on you

user22: how am i meant to believe that this guy could win the championship

yourusername: GO FUCK YOURSELF

user22: i mean… if i had oscar lying in my lap i would also shout at anyone being mean to him

user23: perhaps she should’ve even been meaner !

oscarpiastri: don’t give her a challenge

yourusername: but i’ll always defend you baby :3

oscarpiastri: <333333

lando: way to expose yourself

oscarpiastri: BOO ! I LOVE MY GIRLFRIEND AND I LOVE WHEN SHE LOVES ME

yourusername: ooooooooooo we’re instagram official … does that scare you lando?

lando: you guys are so mean on here to me when i KNOW you’ll fold if i send you a sad text

yourusername: well can you at least be a little more polite about it all

lando: oscar was just mean to me

yourusername: oscar can’t be mean?

yourusername: i think you are going crazy

lando: STOP GASLIGHTING ME

oscarpiastri: y/n can’t gaslight? she doesn’t even know what that is

yourusername: teehee

lando: so much for polite.

fin.

note: bro writers block is KICKING MY ASS SO BAD RN SO THIS IS ALL I GOT

[lillilybells]

Do you think we can see a fic between prologue and chapter I on how Damian met reader after leaving her room afterwards? Did he met her outside of the mask or straight up as robin? Also who asked who our first? No ur seriously I love the way you write them omggggg 😭😭😭❤️

Behind the mask✧₊⁺

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

pairing|damian wayne x reader

summary|continuation of the prologue/how damian and his girlfriend fell in love💗

word count|1196

notes|this has been in my drafts for a while cause I couldn’t figure the ending which ended up being a little corny i can’t lie but I choose to embrace it after watching Superman.

Family dinner masterlist

Ever since the night you saved him, you’d been on Damian’s mind far more than he was comfortable admitting.

Naturally, he'd looked you up the moment he got home—background checks, facial recognition, school records. Everything. He knew your name, your birthday, your bunny’s name (Bambi), and the fact that you were on your school’s cheer squad. You had a modest online presence, mostly pictures of yourself—some sweet, some... less so. Nothing inappropriate. Just enough to make his ears burn when he stared too long.

You lived a normal life. A soft life. And something about that tugged at his chest in a way he wasn’t used to.

So he started leaving your favorite flower at your window every night. Quietly. Without a word. It was his silent way of saying thank you—for helping him that night. For being kind. Even when he didn’t deserve it.

But two weeks in, it went off script.

You’d been getting frustrated. Sure, the flowers were sweet—your favorite kind, every single night. But you wanted to see him again. Properly. Not in blurry glimpses and midnight shadows.

So you stayed up.

Red Bulls, cold water to the face, every sleep-deprived trick in the book—and just when you were about to pass out, you saw movement on your balcony. That distinct silhouette—sharp posture, cape fluttering in the wind—and a flower held carefully between gloved fingers.

You shot up.

“Wait! Please—don’t leave!”

He froze mid-motion, the flower just an inch from the floor. His head turned slightly. He didn’t run.

And that’s all the permission you needed.

You slid open your door and stepped out into the cool air, barefoot and brimming with adrenaline.

“I knew it was you,” you whispered, smiling as you picked up the flower. Your fingers brushed his as you did. “I love them, by the way. Every single one.”

He was quiet for a moment. Watching you like he didn’t know what to do with you—like a stray cat too proud to admit it wanted attention.

“They’re a symbol,” he said at last. “Of gratitude. For saving my life.”

“Then keep bringing them,” you smiled. “I like having something to look forward to.”

He blinked, startled. And then, a rare thing happened: the corners of his mouth twitched.

That night became the first of many.

He didn’t stay long on any of his visits. Usually just ten or fifteen minutes, crouched on your balcony railing or leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. But the quiet talks that followed meant everything to you—and more than he would ever admit to himself.

You learned a lot about him, even though he kept details vague. He hated being called “Bird Boy,” had strong opinions on vigilante aliases, and was constantly annoyed by media speculations about his identity. He never said much about himself, but you learned to read between the lines.

And in turn, he learned about you—how Bambi was a baby you rescued from a shelter, how you pressed the flowers he brings in books to preserve them, how your parents were strict, but you’d break every rule in the house just to talk to him. You told him he was your favorite hero, and he didn’t say anything. But the next night, he brought two flowers.

The change in him was subtle—but obvious to the people who knew him best.

Dick noticed how he didn’t flinch away from his dotting quite as much after patrol.

Jason clocked how his temper didn’t flare when they sparred.

Tim remarked on how few insults he’d received over the past two weeks.

Even Jon started picking up on it during their game nights. “You’re unusually chill,” he’d muttered once. Damian ignored him.

But the real red flag came when Damian smiled—an actual, real smile—mid-patrol.

Barbara flagged it immediately.

“You’ve been offline between 2:15 and 3 AM for the past few weeks,” she said. “You wanna tell me why?”

The entire Batfamily had a full-blown comms debate while Damian conveniently went missing again.

Dick was threatening to move back to Blüdhaven.

Tim was convinced it was a girl.

They were all right. Sort of.

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“Your muscles are so tense.”

You giggled as you gently massaged at Damian’s calf. He sat in the chair on your balcony again, a new gash across his leg from a run-in with some idiot with a dagger. You’d insisted on helping clean and wrap it.

Damian let out a breath. “It’s nothing.”

You scoffed. “You got stabbed.”

He looked at you sidelong. “Barely.”

“‘Barely,’” you mocked under your breath, then let your hands slide a little higher, settling at the top of his thigh so you could lean your chin on them. You blinked up at him sweetly. “Practice was okay, by the way.”

He nodded. “Any injuries?”

“None for me. But a girl who was mean to me in eighth grade fell flat on her face.”

You smiled giddily. Your big eyes glinted in the moonlight.

Damian chuckled under his breath, amused despite himself. “You’re sadistic.”

“You’re one to talk,” you teased. “You beat up criminals for a living.”

He opened his mouth to respond, but a sudden beeping in his ear made him stiffen. He pressed his fingers to his comms and raised a finger to his lips. You nodded quickly and sat upright.

“Robin, you’re needed on the field. Where the hell are you?”

It was Barbara. And Damian had never been more annoyed to hear her voice.

He stood with a sigh, already prepping his gear. “I need to leave. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

But your face had fallen. Arms crossed. Lips pressed into a pout as you stood.

He paused. “Is something wrong?”

You shook your head. “It’s fine. Just… I wish you could stay longer. I want to talk to you. Not Robin. You.”

Damian frowned.

“I get it,” you sighed. “You’ve got responsibilities. But I just… I want more than fifteen minutes on a balcony. I wanna know you. Not just the part of you behind a mask.”

There was silence.

Damian looked at you, the moonlight soft on your face, the wind brushing hair from your eyes, and for a moment, he hated the mask, hated that he had the fortune of meeting you as Robin.

He stepped closer.

“I can’t give you my name,” he said quietly. “Not yet. But… this is the most honest I’ve ever been with anyone. You’ve earned that.”

Your eyes met his.

“And when I can tell you— I.. you just have to wait.”

You nodded, heart racing. “Okay.”

He hesitated again, then leaned forward. His gloved hand cupped your jaw with surprising gentleness, tilting your chin up just slightly.

The kiss was soft. Barely there. Like he was testing the weight of it.

And then it deepened—just enough to make your toes curl.

When he pulled away, you were both quiet for a moment.

“Be safe,” you whispered.

“I always am,” he lied—and then disappeared into the night, like he always did.

But this time… his heart stayed behind.

[mishappeningss]

Don’t know if this is too niche totally ignore this is so 😂 but I can imagine Brittney Broski talking about her on her podcast 😂

— she’s not just a driver, she’s a lifestyle. featuring YN LN

more about driver!yn

Brittany Broski had met many celebrities — internet royalty, movie stars, award-winning artists — but none had made her genuinely consider fainting until YN walked into the studio.

“You’re joking,” Brittany gasped, standing up so fast her chair squealed against the floor. “You’re not real.”

YN grinned. “I get that a lot.”

Brittany screamed. Not metaphorically, not internally. She actually screamed.

They didn’t even start the podcast on time. The first twenty minutes of footage was just the two of them pacing around the room, pointing at each other like Spider-Men, laughing hysterically.

“Sorry,” Brittany finally said into the mic, wiping her eyes. “We’re recording now. I’m here with a cultural reset, a national treasure, the reason I have trust issues — YN LN.”

Y/N adjusted her headset with exaggerated professionalism. “I’m really glad to be here, your highness.”

“Can we talk about the Spa incident?” Brittany asked, leaning forward. “The one where you told your engineer, and I quote, ‘He brake-checked me and I will be pressing charges.’”

Y/N groaned. “Listen. If you’re going to swerve into me, at least have the decency to do it with commitment. Don’t half-ass it. Spin me out like you mean it.”

Brittany lost it. “I can’t,” she laughed. “You’re like if Hot Wheels had a sentient.”

“Thank you,” Y/N said solemnly. “That’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

They played a game called “F1 Radio or Taylor Swift Lyric?”

Who said, “I love the drama, and the drama loves me back.”

YN answered with no hesitation. “Oh easy, that’s Taylor.”

“Wrong. That was literally your caption under a video of you arguing with Carlos.”

Deadpanned, she said, “There’s no way that isn’t a lyric. That literally has Taylor’s name all over it.”

“I just think you’re redefining what an F1 driver can be,” Brittany said seriously, later in the episode.

“You’re not the cool, detached, robotic type. You’re out there being loud and ridiculous and vulnerable and brilliant — and girls are seeing that and realizing, oh, that kind of person belongs here too.”

Y/N blinked. Then she sniffled.

“I didn’t cry when I won my first race,” she said quietly. “But I might cry now, you bitch.”

They hugged. On camera. Microphones still on. And the moment ended up clipped, captioned, and posted everywhere.

She’s coming back for Royal Court for sure.

[vxnillabxn]

Hiii, MOOTIE,

It's me again back with another request. It's a bit of a silly one but how would the main 5 react to a reader who's always sleepy no matter what like they can sleep anywhere, and their thirst for sleep is never quenched and they're always clingy when sleepy. (This request is brought to you by eepy Rumi who is always sleepy but can never sleep ON time) 😪

Luv you!! Please take care of yourself!!

𐙚˙⋆.˚ mainfive! x gn!reader ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ fluffy, just a tiny bit suggestive! ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ sfw! ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ do not translate/copy/repost! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚HI, HI, HI! (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ loved this request. ALSO, i'm sorry in advance. i'm in that time of the month when i feel ultra lovey-dovey and affectionate, and i just... i love the idea of a very clingy, affectionate —and sleepy— reader/MC! hope you enjoy! ૮꒰◞ ˕ ◟ ྀི꒱ა

𐙚˙⋆.˚ caleb! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚he is used to it. in fact, he makes sure every corner in both your place and his has a blanket or, at least, a few pillows for when you feel like taking a nap.

﹙♡﹚he'll relocate you to his arms if you fall asleep, though. when you wake up and notice his strong chest pressed against your back, don't ask questions. don't ask yourself how you got there. just embrace it.

﹙♡﹚he won't admit what he did, because you should already know where —and with whom— you should sleep, pips. he was only reminding you.

﹙♡﹚he lets you snooze everywhere. if you feel like sleeping during a date, he'll lend his shoulder without ever getting mad. if you feel like dozing off when you two are taking a shower, he'll carry you and take care of everything else.

﹙♡﹚and he always does it so easily, as if it were second nature to him. his gaze is full of love and devotion, and he takes care of every single detail so you can sleep soundly without anything bothering you at all.

﹙♡﹚he'll also carry you around if he has things to do, trailing your cheeks with sneaky, soft pecks so you know he's with you, even in your sleep.

﹙♡﹚he can tell exactly how many minutes you have left before falling asleep. he notices the number of yawns, your slow blinks, the way your body sways softly… and he just counts down, always guessing exactly when you drift off.

﹙♡﹚he makes you sleepy on purpose, too. soft whispers, tender caresses on those spots he knows you love, sweet talking… because you get oh so clingy.

﹙♡﹚and he loves when you rub your cheek against his arm, mumbling incoherently when he asks you questions.

﹙♡﹚”is my sweet baby too sleepy to think, hm?” —jesus christ— you only manage to nod, barely registering his words as he keeps spoiling you with light, feathered touches.

﹙♡﹚and he doesn't stop until you fall asleep again, and you return to his safe, warm embrace.

𐙚˙⋆.˚ rafayel! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚he was a bit sad at first, because you were always yawning when being with him, or when he was talking to you.

﹙♡﹚he thought you were bored of him, and after confronting you about it, he finally realized… you're just very sleepy. always.

﹙♡﹚with that established, he actually carries you in his arms like a longtime lover, gazing at you dramatically whenever you start falling asleep in his presence.

﹙♡﹚”oh, my love… must you abandon me so soon?” —and yeah, you do. you drift off in his arms, because they are so comfortable, and he smells so good.

﹙♡﹚he makes you straddle his lap as he paints. after all, he doesn't make much noise when he paints by himself, and having your heartbeat beating close to his is one of the best feelings ever.

﹙♡﹚also, he loves being the first thing you see when you wake up, or the last thing you see before sleeping. why? simple.

﹙♡﹚it's because you get extra clingy. you hug him, rub your noses together, whisper sweet things you don't even remember because you're just so… sleepy.

﹙♡﹚you also ask him to take a nap with you, and no matter how busy he is, he always takes you to your shared bed and holds you close.

﹙♡﹚during your free days, he's truly impressed by how many hours you can sleep…

﹙♡﹚and when you wake up and need some more naps during the day? my, he might as well stay all day in bed with you if that means having your attention somehow.

﹙♡﹚so try to give him the attention he needs before going on your sleeping marathons, please. he'll beg if he has to, but don't make him… no matter how tempting that is.

𐙚˙⋆.˚ sylus! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚there shall be no noise to disturb his beloved's slumber, nor their sleepy state.

﹙♡﹚…poor kieran and luke have to flee every room you enter, because you're likely to fall asleep everywhere, and sylus requests silence for you to rest.

﹙♡﹚he is so fond of you, truly. he doesn't even mind when you start yawning in the middle of a conversation. the fact that you feel so comfortable and safe around him that you get sleepy makes him feel warm inside.

﹙♡﹚when your eyelids feel heavy, and he notices you're about to fall asleep, he'll softly pat his lap.

﹙♡﹚and he loves when you actually climb on top of him, hug him loosely, and smile with your eyes closed.

﹙♡﹚and if you kiss him and fall asleep with your lips pressed softly against his? heaven. he stays there just to savor the moment before pulling you against his chest and letting you rest.

﹙♡﹚he also takes care of everything for you while you sleep. you had work to do? he'll handle it. you had to run some errands? absolutely not, forget about it, kitten.

﹙♡﹚he wants your pretty mind to have the best dreams and a good rest —so maybe you won't feel that sleepy when you wake up.

﹙♡﹚because he'll also want you awake. he wants to hear your voice, your laughter, he wants to playfully tease you, and he can't do so when you're asleep.

﹙♡﹚if you sleep for too many hours, he'll wake you up so you can eat, and also to ask if he can change you into more comfy clothes.

﹙♡﹚after all, he wants to see your eyes when he asks for permission, because you get flustered every single time… and he can't see that lovely reaction when you sleep.

𐙚˙⋆.˚ xavier! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚uh… this isn't good, at all. two chronic sleepers? who will wake up the other when it gets late? who will wake the other with warm, fresh breakfast?

﹙♡﹚oh well, xavier doesn't mind. he loves it. he adores sharing something he loves so much with you, so he'll encourage your sleeping habits! —he is worse.

﹙♡﹚he gets excited when you yawn; the same way a pup gets excited when hearing the words “walk” or “treat.”

﹙♡﹚because that means you're sleepy, and you'll soon come looking for him.

﹙♡﹚and he waits… and waits… until you approach him, squeeze his cheeks, and kiss his puckered lips lazily, over and over again.

﹙♡﹚”xav… nap?” you'd simply ask. ah, he loves that magic word. he'd smile and guide you down on the couch with him, lying you on top of him and covering your bodies with a warm blanket.

﹙♡﹚and you two drift off to sleep for one, two… seven, eight… ten, eleven— infinite hours. the first to wake up has to lovingly wake up the other. that's the rule.

﹙♡﹚if he does first, he'll kiss you awake, caressing your hair, leaving open-mouthed kisses on your jawline, whispering for you to abandon the dream realm's warmth and embrace his instead.

﹙♡﹚and if you wake up first… you hold him even closer and smooch his lips before napping again.

﹙♡﹚because the rule never states you two have to stay awake as well. you did your part, and you deserve to rest more.

﹙♡﹚and he is more than happy to stay all day like this with you, because he's certain you two share dreams now with how often and how close you sleep together.

𐙚˙⋆.˚ zayne! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚concerned. he's concerned. is there an underlying condition? maybe the external heat is too much for your body to bear? or, on the contrary, is it too cold for you?

﹙♡﹚he kindly asks you to take tests, and after his gentle pleas and genuine concern, you do. nothing weird comes back, fortunately.

﹙♡﹚with that out of the way, he'll be visibly amused whenever he sees you dozing off in the weirdest places; at the arcade, while waiting for him to get plushies for you… or in the bathroom, after brushing your teeth.

﹙♡﹚he will carry you to a proper place for you to rest, and if you're at his office, he'll install a bigger couch for you to sleep comfortably.

﹙♡﹚he usually is too busy to sleep as much as you do, but those days when he's finally free, he has many options in store for the both of you.

﹙♡﹚if you feel energized enough, he'll take you out on dates. if you feel like sleeping, he'll bring two orthopedic pillows for the both of you. posture is important.

﹙♡﹚though, the pillows lay forgotten on the floor a couple of minutes later, because you shift so much, and you get so needy before going to sleep.

﹙♡﹚you kiss him, nuzzle against him, rub your cheeks together as if you were two cats, asking him to nap with you.

﹙♡﹚sure, you could definitely nap by yourself, because you're about to drift off any minute now… but even in your sleepy state, you ask for him. you want him close.

﹙♡﹚and he obviously gives in, pulling you to his chest, and shifting around with you until you two rest peacefully under the messy covers.

﹙♡﹚and deep down, he really needs this. you unconsciously force him to rest with you, and the weight from the work overload makes him sleep just as much as you do. you're definitely his angel, without even trying to be.

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⊹ ! ೀ Pile 1 ꒱

One thing that is obvious right away is that you’re a very internal person in many ways. You try to keep your inner world as beautiful as possible and are pretty good at doing so. Many of you tend to wonder if you are or feel as though you are performing at times but because you value inner peace, you decide to just accept yourself as you are. 2019-2020 seems to have seem a significant time for many of you. For some of you it could have been upto 2023. I just heard ‘impact’. You still do have significant stuff happening in your life but no matter what comes upon you, your life feels beautiful to you because you experience it as such. Whatever you experienced impacted you so deeply that you have grown a lot of resilience and resistance to the external world, you believe that everything you need is within you. In fact, it’s not just a belief, it’s more of an awareness. You resist, avoid and might not even be able to look outside of your own awareness at times but usually, you’re aware of how other people function. As in, you can make sense of many behaviours even if you personally do not relate and it’s sometimes because you have acted similarly in the past but you also have days when you simply do not understand the way people who act badly function because you function in a very pure and loving manner. I will not lie, many of you have gone through phases in which you operated very differently so you have an understanding of such people’s mindset but you do not relate to it anymore which is a matter of pride for you because it is a testament of your own growth. I’m looking at how people perceive you in general but what’s coming through right away are the people from your past. You pretty much went non existent in their life as in, it was like you never even knew them? That’s how you’ve moved forward. Whoever this is or whoever these people are, they clearly took you for granted. Whenever they go through hard times, they think of you. Not much about them is coming through because you and your spirit guides both actively try to be present. Another thing that is coming through here is that you’ve become incredibly attractive now.

Some of you may have stepped out of your house after a long time recently or went somewhere that was out of your routine and there are people who found you incredibly attractive there. Some of you are aware that at least one of them was attracted to you but obviously, due to how internal you are, some of you may not be aware. There is someone who wanted to get your number or socials but they couldn’t? This person feels like you’re attracted to them too and they’re not sure because you’ve both only had basic human interactions for now. I can’t tell for sure whether you’re attracted to them or not but the vibe that I’m getting here is - looking at each other from across the room, looking at each other when the other isn’t looking and wanting to be around each other but not trying too hard. This person could have come in with a friend or one friend one day, another friend another day? Their friend(s) seem to have appreciated your beauty behind your back. They perceive you to be incredibly attractive. Someone whose presence is electrifying yet comfortable but they don’t feel comfortable enough to openly interact with you yet but even so, they perceive you to be a very comfortable and homely person. This person perceives you to be beautiful and as having the courage to be gentle. Aww, I just heard that you’re beautiful but that’s not the best thing about you. You are compassionate and seem very confident in that to them. They think that you have a strong mentality, mindset and attitude, and that it is a gentle internal strength that allows you to be compassionate, gentle and loving. They see you to be full of life and someone who doesn’t let their thoughts crush them. Now onto the general perception that people have of you and not just this one person, whenever you go through something that upsets you, you do not let it get to you and instead choose to move past it without giving it much if any power at all. You don’t let anything pull you down and aspire to fly higher, and higher and people can see that. People close to you are in awe of how you actively try not to let frustrating events get to you.

Now especially, you are trying to avoid ranting, venting and complaining about situations because you want to be able to process, and let things go by yourself, not giving situations, emotions and people any power. You’re comfortable by yourself and feel safe by yourself. You’re not looking for anything outside of yourself and others can tell. You trust yourself and are actively growing. You may have undergone a physical glow up and try to actively go towards that direction now but growing character wise is quite important to you too. You have a ‘first love’ vibe going for you. Let me explain how your energy feels, there’s something light about it because you’re very gentle and you interact with people openly. Some of you may have quite exaggerated expressions, mannerisms, movements or a big voice but it is still very gentle most of the time. You may high five your friends playfully and jump around if something makes you happy but it’s all gentle, when you interact with people one on one, you’re very gentle and polite. Even your vocal tone tends to be on the softer side when you interact with people from the second time onwards. Possibly first time onwards for some of you but I’m getting that when you’re not comfortable enough and not focused on the other person which is likely to happen on a first meeting with you, you talk to them in a lower octave. People find themselves looking for you before they even know it because you have a light, affectionate, elegant, sophisticated and candid ‘first love’ vibe going for you. I’m not getting you being on the extreme end of sexiness or extreme end of cuteness but instead the classic pretty and attractive type that has a light, elegant and feminine vibe going for them. I’m not sure who saw you in a lighting in which the sun was shining from behind you, sort of like a halo or the golden light was on your face and hair when you were in a vehicle at evening but oh my god, you’re on their mind. You focus on love and that causes you to possess an inner glow that comes out as some sort of a halo. You possess little to no fear due to how you focus on love.

Whenever people are around you, you make them feel incredibly loved and seen, and they feel very safe because your focus is on the positive i.e. love and joy. You’re also very ambitious and driven, and want to succeed in life but the more that you fly in life, the more that you try to place yourself on the ground. “Even the bird that flies knows that it needs to rest somewhere on the ground.” The more that you grow in life, the more successful that you get, the more that you try to be humble and place your feet down on the earth. There’s this thing in which you are becoming nicer, more loving, gentler and more humble the more that you are growing in life. Also, the more wisdom that you’re getting, the more that you’re trying to have compassion for those who aren’t as wise as you. I am not sure if I should call it compassion to be honest, you just get rid of them because you know that you do not have to be the one to change people and that they’re the problem, and you choose to focus on yourself but when people are younger than you or seem to have even just a little room for growth, you try to instil certain values into them but again, you do not really care because you think that if they take it and learn from it, it’s good for them, and if they don’t, that’s fine, you can’t do anything about it. Many of you have been wanting to eat well and workout for a while now. Some of you may want to practice dancing or something too but you’re always looking to improve yourself. Some of you look like puppies or might sleep like one, like sort of curled up. People find you adorable and some people think that you sleep or nap a lot. You may be the type to sleep during the day but I don’t that it comes from laziness, it’s more so maintenance of energy. You might study/work, eat, sleep, wake up, study/work and repeat. There are certain things that you do that you hold sacred to you and don’t share with others. For example, you might meditate, read tarot readings like you are right now, use these things as a tool to get better and you’re very in tune with yourself, and your own body right now. If you feel sleepy, you sleep so that you can function better. People perceive you as being incredibly abundant and that’s all because of the deep inner work that you’ve done, and how emotionally abundant you yourself are. Thank you for reading. I would love to know how to resonates. Much love and take care.

Synchronities: 222, people around you passing away a lot, a pet passing away, graveyard dirt, burial, recently coloured your hair and damaged it, stove, apple juice, bunny or rabbits, blush, blush + bronzer.

⊹ ! ೀ Pile 2 ꒱

Your life is funny, you are perceived as a bit harmless so people do not realise how strong you are until they test you. You do not even act out instantly or push back, you do so when the situation has long passed and you come by the right opportunity. You have had people corner on you, gang up against you and had people taunt, mock, and humiliate in social settings. People wanted to shake you up mentally and emotionally, just genuinely break you down and you do not push back until you absolutely cannot take it anymore. I don’t think that you’ve been pushed to your absolute limit yet but you’ve been pushed to the extent in which you channelled your inner strength and pushed back in some way. I believe that the way you pushed back was not direct but also very personal. Think someone wants something and you go, and get it instead. That was the kind of energy that took place. If the situation is still ongoing, I’m impressed. Even if it’s not, I’m still impressed. When you do push back, you know how to crush people down to pieces. Often, it may not even be like you’re pushing them back but that you’re simply just living your life but they feel threatened because you get what they want. You’re not exactly into drama but in the past, you were made to believe that everything was your fault by a group of people. You’re more of the type to endure things and try to resolve it maturely, and that’s exactly what you did back then but now you’ve risen above them all and gotten better so if they try to test you even though they’re not a part of your life, you’re going to crush them by simply just living like right now. You’ve grown a lot and are threatening people left, and right. For example, people who humiliated you in the past, they might like someone who likes you. Also, you have many secret admirers that NEVER come forward to you. You’ve built yourself exactly the way you wanted to and built your life exactly the way you wanted to in the process of moving past alienation. You were separated by yourself when you were friends with or acquainted with these people. There seems to be so much alienation and pain, possibly even bullying that you underwent, I’m so sorry. Your former friends who you thought of as your own tried to knock you down to a peg and make you feel guilty, embarrassed, ashamed, and lonely.

Now you’ve found clarity and cut through whatever illusion you were under, and these people are damaged so they genuinely hate you. You left them to think that they were at power but they also knew that they weren’t and now, they see that the things and people they want, you have them, the opportunity to have them, and their attention. I just heard that they’re burning. People see you as extremely merciless when it comes to your own personal goals and what it is that you want. For example, if you liked a guy and your friend liked him too but he turned out to like you back, you’d be with him. Maybe, some of you have done something like this in the past. For the rest of you, what sucks is that you could have done something like that but didn’t and it’s pretty obvious to me that you can do so now. Not to mention, you’re very harmless and loveable on the surface causing you to always have someone to rely on if you want that. Something saved you when you were struggling back then. It could be related to people but the main thing here is you. Maybe you received a lot of love and kindness that caused you to want to become the same way, and it made you act out in ways that brought about more opportunities for you. You know just how much you love and how much you’ve sacrificed for others, and you went through a process of reconnecting with yourself, of finding memories that were grounded in how things actually happened rather than in shame, fantasy or any of it. No matter what triggered you towards this path, you did things by yourself so you’re hella grateful to yourself and also others but you are placing credit where it’s due, and you know that if it weren’t for your own strength and willingness, other people wouldn’t have been able to push you down this path. People are very very very jealous of you. That keeps on coming through here. I want to look at general perceptions of you but what’s coming through is your haters and other people whose perception of you is tinged by jealousy because yes, even your friends and acquaintances tend to be jealous of you. It’s just that they keep it healthy but I wouldn’t be surprised if they turned against you at some point. It would make sense if people have turned against you in the past. I’m especially getting that while you do have one or two people who try to make you feel like shit one on one or you had people like that around you in the past.

Most people wait for the chance to have a group of people turn against you so that they can express their animosity towards you as well 😭. You’re also perceived as being possessive and jealous by those close to you. You know that love is a risk but when you’re not alone and around people, you take that risk and genuinely believe that it’s safe to love because you can always fall back on yourself. Your past experiences have shown you why it’s unsafe to love and trust but they’ve also shown you how you can, and will recover. You’re very attractive, people try to resist you but they simply can’t. I kept on getting the term ‘trophy wife’ and ‘trophy girlfriend’ earlier but didn’t want to use those terms because I find them to be quite degrading. People feel passionate towards you. You do this thing in which you look at people’s lips or their eyes directly, maybe both? Maybe even within the same conversation. You have a blank face at times yet you tend to be the first one to catch people’s eyes when they enter the room. You recently wore either red nails, red clothing, black clothing or leather, or simply something fitted that really enhanced your look and aura. The way you look, the way you dress and simply just the way you are, it looks like something that would require effort but you make it effortless at the same time. You also have this careless manner in which you speak. You talk to people casually as if they’re just any other person and you seem very comfortable interacting with them even if you just met them but if you don’t feel like it, if they greeted you, you’d either just smile at them or look at them for a split second with your hand raised as if to wave but you wouldn’t and you’d start talking to someone else who you’re more comfortable with. People try to stay away, divert their path but simply can’t do so. They can’t help but feel attracted to you and the fact that they aren’t getting over you, and your presence causes them to be even more attracted to you. Even the coldest people tend to hold a soft spot for you 🥹. You look the most attractive when it’s hot, even if you look messy and disheveled. You look good when you’re a bit sweaty and red. I need you to look at yourself after an orgasm or workout session, you’d fall in love with yourself too. You seem to be pretty confident and people tend to be confused by their attraction towards you.

Even when they try to escape, they simply can’t. I’m not sure how to put it for you here but the people who you wanted once who didn’t want you back likely find you incredibly attractive now. Also, the people who you find attractive first, you do not exactly go towards them directly but through mistakes, you’ve learned how to bewitch them in your own special way. You don’t play but you naturally push and pull so it feels like a game to the other person but at the same time, they find themselves wanting more of you. There are a lot of hormonal functions that take place when you’re around people and blood rushes to places that they weren’t even aware it could run to xD. You have principles and ethics, and seem very serious and virtuous on the surface, and honestly you don’t play about yourself but when it comes to romance, it is a playful game to you. You want something stable and serious but you want your partner, and you to continue playing and seducing each other overtime. So when you aren’t with someone yet, you do the same thing. Seduction happens overtime and through subtleties, and that’s something that you seem to be aware of. So you’re very good at seducing even if you personally think that you have some anti seductive traits. You know how to make people feel desired without degrading yourself and your own worth. You have seriousness and a sentimental side but you’re extremely fun loving, and joyful. You are also not ashamed of experiencing pleasure. Post nut guilt doesn’t make sense to you because you never it xD. You instead experience intense pleasure and the desire to get even more of that. You prefer body thrumming pleasure that has your body slightly tingly all over even after hours. You express your desire for people through your eyes or people feel like you are doing so. “Most communication is non verbal” and you’re proof of that because you communicate whatever you have to in order to attract people without having to speak to them. Thank you for reading. I would love to know how to resonates. Much love and take care.

Synchronities: 333, lilith 10th/11th house, mango ice cream, red nails, leather, fitted clothing, spanish, ‘senorita’, flag of Spain?, lace, cat, kittens, 888, swan, sequins, ballet flats, yoga, meditation, heart chakra.

⊹ ! ೀ Pile 3 ꒱

There is something very angelic about you. I’m picking up on a lot of shimmer, pink, blue and highlighter but what interesting thing is coming through is that despite your angelic and softer, more feminine appearance, in romance or personal connections, you are a bit dominant. I personally don’t think that it’s dominance but more so that you’re a very serious person who is self controlled and you desire the same behaviour from those in your inner circle. You do not look around when you’re in a relationship so if your partner was to do so, you’d lose your mind. You want a partner who does everything and anything to maintain self control, and keep you as the only one in their heart and mind. You can seem very rigid and strict, and even a bit controlling but it’s only because you have high standards for yourself and others. I’m picking up on really intimate messages here so if you haven’t gotten physically intimate with anyone, it is simply about emotional intimacy. You understand intimacy very deeply and sex is likely entwined with emotions for you. Some can pick up on it and if you have ever gotten involved with someone in that manner. You turned into an absolute sex goddess in bed 😭. If you haven’t yet, this will be you in the future so I’d stick around. Your appearance and energy are more light, and airy in perception but are very serious as well as devoted in a relationship. Also, quite strict so when in bed, when you turn into a freak, it is a pleasant surprise but the depth that you possess in a close romantic relationship and in bed cannot be matched. People often want to spend their entire lives admiring the marks that you’ve left on them, be it literally or figuratively. You are an intense lover and if someone wants to get lost with you, and experience emotions deeply, experience passion deeply, you’d be the right match for them but the wrong people will be repulsed and overwhelmed by you.

When you touch people, you want it to be endless. In fact, when you touch yourself too, you wish it could be endless. You love pleasure and the feeling of intimacy. Being with you means to burn. Their emotions become very obvious. When someone gets close to you in a romantic manner, their conscious and subconscious collides causing their emotions to flow quite intensely. Anyone who enjoys indulgence in feelings and sensations would love you. Your love is endless but it comes at the small price of your possessiveness, extreme passion, emotions, strictness, anger and what others would consider to be ‘controlling’. You’re definitely deeply devoted though. You are the type to linger around people when you’re attracted to them 😭. Touching someone’s body in a sexual manner is a method of kissing their soul to you. If you’ve ever gotten intimate with someone physically, they may have cried or expressed a lot of emotions during, or after the activity. You are perceived to be very emotional by people especially your own romantic partner. Some of you may hold sexuality to be sacred and others know of it. Some of you may look like a bunny or have bunny teeth, or do your makeup as such. You are the type to find only one person and only them attractive, and loveable when in love. Your eyes literally don’t wander so you want the same and you make it very clear to others. To those who are the same way and who appreciate such qualities, you are literally the most beautiful person. Regardless of whether you’re conventionally attractive or not, you’re perceived to be the most attractive person by some. People around you know that you receive a lot of romantic attention. A pretty smile, innocent gaze and sweet scent, that’s you. Pink and blue are your best colours. Princessy, barbie like and siren like looks suit you the best. In fact, many of you already dress and adorn yourself this way.

I’m not sure if all of you possess all of these vibes and looks but those of you who do resonate with the mermaid/siren look, and archetype, you give off the vibes of the ones in Pirates of the Caribbean. Some of you will pull off more of one look and vibe than the other but many of you can pull off all of them. Maybe, you lean more towards one of the above because you’ve actually tried it but if you try out other looks and find what works for you, you’ll find that other styles suit you too. When I say ‘siren’ vibe and look, I’m not talking about femme fatale style though that could be the case for some of you but more so an ethereal mermaid-like style. I just heard that you’re a total babe but you look like a sweetheart, even though you are a man-eater. You’re not a man-eater as in you chew up and spit them out but more so that once you start getting really close to a man, you stick with them in a way in which you destroy them. I’m not sure how to say this without making you seem like an energy vampire but when men exert any energy towards you especially energy that causes you to have negative experiences, you use it to grow and glow up in some way. Your quality of life gets better with every man that you deal with, be it negative or positive. Of course, if you are a heterosexual male or homosexual female, it’s going to differ. Some of you may have liked or simply just noticed Cinderella the most out of any other Disney princesses when you were younger. I honestly think that you share many similarities with her but I’ll just let this one line speak for me - “while Cinderella was abused, humiliated and finally forced to become a servant in her own house, and yet, through it all, Cinderella remained ever gentle and kind.” You are generally perceived to be very kind and gentle. Even your mannerisms and the way your body moves, it’s like it’s flowing. That’s all I’m getting for you today. Thank you for reading. I would love to know how to resonates. Much love and take care.

Synchronities: fashion/fashion designing, nyx nude mega shine lip gloss, any nude lip liner, Laila Majnu, mac angel, revlon primrose, pink rose, pink, blue, Pirates of the Caribbean, blue bra, zaalima female part, Cinderella, ‘so this is love’, ‘a dream is a wish your heart makes’, Barbie princess and the pauper.

[eclipseofthemoonsmood]

This is my time to SHINE.

BADASSES I WANTED TO BE AS A KID I HAVE MANY FAVORITES THAT I LOVED SO MUCH THAT I WANTED TO BE AS A CHILD

SHIRA MY BELOVED I LOVED YOU SO MUCH YOU'RE SUCH A BADASS I LOVE YOUUU

I WANTED TO BE TIGRESS SO BAD AS A KID I WANTED HER ENTIRE IDENTITY- ( can you tell tigers were my favorite animal as a kid )

THIS BADDIEEEE- SHANK YOU INSPIRED ME TO GET A MAROON HOODIE AND START WEARING LEATHER MORE WHEN I WAS 16- also she inspired me to want to become a racecar driver ( not yet achieved )

ROSETTA MY QUEEN I WILL NEVER STOP LOVING YOU- she's my fav fairy and she always will be idec shes so relatable to me-

ESMERELDA. God she's amazing and I always looked up to her as a kid, another badass that i will never ever forget, she's so important to me bro- Her movie is also an entire masterpiece of its own but thats for another post-

MISS BIANCA FROM THE RESCUERS- she ate and left no crumbs, she had a height for fashion and yet was adventerous and not at all afraid to get her hands dirty, all while being kind and gentle as a mouse ( which, she is-) Ugh LOVED her as a kid, still do.

MERIDA- girlie is one of the things that got me into archery when i was younger. I should get back into it at some point. Anyway, ugh. QUEEN. LITERALLY.

RITA- HER VOCALS SLAYED and i wanted to adopt her breed of dog as a kid she's such a baddie and i love her-

and then of course- MY SHAYLAAAAAAAA RAPUNZELLLL, kin her, never leaving the Tangled fandom- she's awesome fnsjkfnsdfj

and for my grand finale-...

She counts right guys-

favorite character from any media BUT it has to be a woman. in the tags now go (pls talk to me about your favorite fictional women pls pls pls pls)