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ooh what if you write some kind of royal/medieval knight au ??
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im so sorry this took so long, bubble anon! i've been so tired lately, but finally gathered the energy to complete a single request today—i hope this lived up to what you wanted!
hold your peace - j. todd
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gn!royal!reader x knight!jason todd
summary: jason is forced into silence as he watches you walk down the aisle—towards someone else.
warnings: arranged marriage, no happy ending, lots of angst, mentions of decapitation
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"you called, your highness?"
you don't turn. you keep staring out the window. at the thick streams of sunlight spilling over the kingdom—now your kingdom. or soon to be. in about a few hours, in fact.
"today is my wedding day," you say blandly.
jason swallows, gently setting his helmet down on your nightstand. he dared to grow closer, but watched as your shoulders tightened. watched as your hands clenched around each other.
"i'm aware," he said, sympathetically. then, to maintain professionalism, added, "congratulations, your highness." he bowed his head.
finally, you turn. bitterness contorts your face into an expression he's unfamiliar with. you don't look yourself, dressed in your crown and your beautiful wedding outfit.
the fullness of your appearance makes up for the emptiness in your eyes.
no, jason thinks. nothing can compensate for that emptiness in your eyes. he feels a fool to think such a hollow thought. he had no right to feel pity for you. no right to hope he could try and save you.
"hm." a tiny puff of air is the only sound you make as you cross the room. he lets himself follow you. allows you to see that rare yearning flicker on his face. to show you he's sorry. he's sorry he didn't choose you.
"you look...beautiful."
"i feel beautiful," you whisper, face still solemn. "no other man could give me these things."
jason knows you're prodding. knows you're trying to kick him to make him say something. do something. anything to show you he cares. beyond the emptiness in your gaze, he sees a need for control so powerful it twists into hatred.
resentment.
"you're right," is all he says, feeling bitter now himself. "no one else can."
you stare at yourself in the mirror. he stares at you, too. and he watches as water builds in your eyes, watches as that resentment crumbles and shatters entirely.
he doesn't reach forward.
doesn't give in to the temptation.
"why...?" you ask, finally breaking. you whip around, lips quivering into a frown. "why couldn't you choose me?"
"you have no clue what i need," he says breathlessly. "i want you. i've never wanted anyone or anything as terribly as i want you."
you nearly spit at him. "whatever you wanted, i could've given it to you! why...why couldn't you have just asked me to run away with you? why couldn't you have taken me away?" you rush to his chest, slamming a hand into it. the metal armor there clattered, the impact barely causing him to stumble.
"why?" you beg. "take me away! take me away now! you still can!"
he's not sure what to think of you right now. one moment, you were cold, pretending to hate him. pretending you couldn't care less whether he married you or not.
and now you're begging him to save you. begging him to take you far away. far from the fat streams of sunlight—somewhere he can bury you in winter and force the world to forget your name.
somewhere he can have you all to himself.
"there's still time!" you fall to your knees, hands cradling your face. "there's still time, jason. if you take me now, i'll never say a single word. please. please, jason. just ask me to go with you. anywhere. i can't marry him." you turn back, as if your husband would be watching or listening. "i can't. i don't love him."
jason kept his chin high, ignoring the tears brimming his eyes. "you will grow to love him."
you ball your fists, much like a spoiled child would. you tear the blankets from your bed and toss them to the ground. "what do i need to do to make you choose me? or...what's keeping you from me?" you scramble to your feet, your wedding outfit now wrinkled.
you cling to his arm for a brief moment, then rip away. "what is it, jason, that terrifies you so much that you cannot choose me?"
jason has fought on the sea in the middle of a storm, has saved his own kingdom from invaders with nothing but his bare hands. never has he felt so afraid of looking someone in the eyes than he did now.
"i...i cannot tell you, your highness—"
"and the whole your highness thing!" you throw up your arms. "my name, jason. you're acting like you don't even know my name."
guilt bubbles in his stomach, threatening to boil into his throat and come out.
he's about to reply—is even tempted to tell you the truth—when a knock sounds at the door.
you grumble, opening it to find a nervous servant. "your highness?" she says. "it's time."
"thank you," you mutter, then close the door. you turn slowly. jason stares at you blankly. "jason," you sigh. "please."
he ignores the panic in your eyes. the desperation in your voice. then he bows low—at the waist, like he never used to do. "i will leave you to get ready, your highness."
he can't watch you as you walk down the aisle. you're so beautiful, but the hollowness of your features repulses him more than anything ever has.
he keeps his head down respectful, trying to ignore the guilt of his own cowardice.
there are bigger things, he thinks, bigger things i need to protect them from than a man who just wants their kingdom's money.
you stand at the altar, petrified, a lamb to the slaughter as your husband eats you up with his stare.
for a moment, jason thinks he might move. his hand is already inching towards his sword, fingers twitching madly. it's second nature, really. protecting you.
he grips the hilt of his sword and prepares to lob off the head of your greedy new husband, but then he drinks in how terrified you look.
and he imagines your head on a platter. and he remembers what your father told him the moment he found out you were negaged.
"you can have their hand," you father had said, "but know that it will come off with their head."
he knew it was an empty threat—deeply hopes it was, anyway. your father needs you politically. and jason...jason was the only thing standing in the way of that.
it's not like he cared for his own life, but to threaten yours? that was perhaps the only thing keeping him at bay, and your father knew exactly how to exploit that.
if jason rejected his bold nature and allowed the wedding to persist, he'd lose you, but not entirely. your father gets what he wants, and you stay alive.
and if jason ignored the warnings, if he stole you away like you'd wanted and like he'd promised to do, he'd watch your head roll off your shoulders and onto the ground.
your father's political alliance would be tarnished, but not his reputation—not completely. and if you'd run away with jason, he would've lost both.
so he stares at you, knowing his silence is now the only way he can keep you safe. not by his sword, not by his hand.
by distance.
your eyes find his, wide with longing. with desperation for your freedom. you strangle your bouquet—a last call for liberty. your last act of resistance, last hope that he might storm down the aisle and pull you into his arms.
jason locks his body and stares forward.
he was trained to be a soldier, after all.
the priest smiles between you and your betrothed. "speak now, or forever hold your peace."
jason lets the numbness consume him. it eats at his courage.
and it washes his voice away.
betrayal solidifies on your face. there is no peace to be held in the space between you two. it simply cannot exist.
there may not be peace, but there is silence.
and silence has, and always will be, better than a war.
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-> smut/nsfw, afab! reader (has a pussy, no pronouns used), brat! reader + brat tamer! scott, mating press + overstim
Scott loves fucking the attitude out of you.
The minute you get just a little too bratty he gets this sort of smirk on his face that tells you just one thing: you fucked up.
Next thing you know, you’re pinned beneath him in a mating press with his cock stuffed deep inside of you. He has his thumb in your mouth, your lips wrapped around it while he bites at your neck.
“Shh, quit being so loud.” He teases, “this is what you wanted, isn’t it?”
You mumble something incoherent around his finger, spit threatening to leak from the corners of your mouth. He pops his thumb up, replacing it with his mouth, teeth sinking into your bottom lip.
The pace he’s set is deep and brutal, every thrust has him bottoming out inside of you and stretching you so perfectly. You whine and clench up around him and still Scott keeps going.
“It’s too much,” you whine out.
Scott only grins wickedly, snapping his hips harshly into yours. “Where’d all that attitude go now, hm?”
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not my best work, but i thought it was short and sweet, and i hope you enjoy it my lovey!!!
cutting his hair — m. fushiguro
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gn! reader x megumi fushiguro
summary: you stumble across a frustrated megumi attempting to cut his hair by himself—you decide to help.
warnings: none! but, as always, lmk if i missed something :)
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you were passing by the bathroom when you heard an annoyed grumble. it was soft, barely audible. that's what gave it away.
you open the door—already left ajar. "meg! i've been looking for...what're you doing?"
megumi looks at you, his gaze darkened by irritation as he unevenly clips his hair. "itadori said my hair was getting long."
you blink. you've known him long enough to note the tiny bit of sadness in his voice. he didn't like the fact that itadori commented on it, though the pink-haired boy likely meant no offence.
megumi internalized much more than people realized.
"did you need help?" you asked.
he shook his head, cautiously snipping another chunk off. the strands of hair fluttered through the air and landed on his bare chest, tumbling down his muscled shoulders and landing on the floor.
"are you sure?"
"mhm." another snip. "just haven't had time to get it done."
quite uneven, you realized. "when i was younger, i had a friend and i used to cut his hair all the time."
"did he end up bald?" though megumi didn't smile, his eyes glittered with mischief.
you scoff and roll your eyes. "he loved each and every haircut he got, thank you very much." you wince as he snips again. "woah, okay. can i—? why don't you just let me—" you were already stepping forward, reaching for the scissors.
his fingers brushed yours—a split second that lasted long enough to send your heart pounding.
"i said i'm fine," he reiterated.
"you're not." on your tippy-toes, you hook his chin between your fingers and force him to look in the mirror. "look how uneven your hair is now. just let me do it, would'ya?"
red dusted his cheeks as embarrassment crept along his skin. megumi bowed his head in defeat. "fine. just...please don't make me look like an idiot, okay?"
"that's my one and only goal in like, megumi fushiguro."
you sit him on the toilet, and he lets you dampen his hair with a spray bottle you'd scuttled to get from the kitchen. his wet strands hung low before his eyes. his hair was so dark it was nearly violet under the flourescent lights.
his breath was warm against your arms as you snipped and snipped away, layer after layer. his hair was soft between your fingers.
eventually, you fell into a deep focus. your brows drawn, lips thinning as you clipped and clipped.
you pulled back momentarily, just to take in your work, what strands needed to be cut, which parts were uneven. and then you noticed him staring at you.
his dark eyes lingered, and when your gaze clashed with his, he didn't bother trying to be subtle about his staring problem.
"what?" you said, grinning.
"nothing. you're just really focused, that's all."
"and you're staring because?"
"i don't know. it's nice to see you so focused."
you pop out your hip, fisting your hand upon it. "what's that supposed to mean?"
megumi shrugs, a tiny smile dancing along his lips. "nothing."
you let it slide, only because there's such a playful sort of peace in the air right now. you lean back down and continue cutting his hair.
"thank you," he mutters. "for not making me look stupid."
you chuckle, eyes zoned in on your work. "don't thank me yet, meg. i'm not even finished."
megumi only lets out a long breath. "i know. but i trust you."
and suddenly, your once-steady hands begin to tremble. your heart syncs with his. you've never been nervous cutting hair before.
you weren't quite sure why his trust in you made you so antsy.
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Once again starting a new chain bc the old one was long af
Rules: Answer these questions and tag 20 some people you want to get to know
Tagged by @blueeyesblueties - thanks!
Name: [Redacted]
Nicknames: I use a different one on every platform, so I have many. Here just call me Alchem or Wolfie (nobody uses the second, which is understandable but boo)
Height: 5'9" (175cm)
Orientation: Queer
Ethnicity: White; a mix of a bunch of different European countries that I have a hard time keeping track of
Favorite Fruit: Ripe mangoes are nature's greatest gift to man
Favorite Season: Winter. Short daylight hours, cold weather, and sometimes rain is when I thrive.
Favorite Book Series: I usually just read stand-alone books as opposed to books series, tbh
Favorite Fictional Characters: I have. So many. Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Rowena MacLeod, Dean Winchester, Castiel, early seasons Sam Winchester, Hatsune Miku, Gumi, Tenna, Noelle Holiday, and honestly some of my OCs that I love way too much. That's not even really a complete list
A Fictional Character I’d Like As A Sibling: I've never thought about it, but I guess Sam Winchester? He'd definitely be a very solid, supportive brother to have
Favorite Flower: Sunflowers, all the way. They're so bright and happy ^_^ They're also my go-to to give to someone who needs a little bit of happiness in their day
Favorite Scent: I have a lot, especially bc I'm decently into perfumes and the like. I guess I'll go with my favorite perfume, which smells like a musty, old haunted house
Favorite Color: Rainbow!
Favorite Animals: Wolves, dogs (especially pitties), cats, snakes, I'm going to count spiders as an animal here, opossums, raccoons, rats, and a special shout-out to coyotes bc I have a close friend that's a coyote therian
Favorite Band/Artist: I'll be totally honest, I generally don't have much loyalty to any particular band or artist. I kind of just find songs I like and listen to them
Coffee, Tea, or Hot Cocoa: Hot cocoa
Average Sleep Hours: Either like two hours or ten, it all depends on how bad insomnia is kicking my ass that night
Number of Blankets You Sleep With: Two - a top sheet and a fluffy duvet cover. In the winter the duvet cover is over a 20lb weighted blanket
Dream Trip: Japan, specifically Harajuku! As someone really into alt, street, and jfashion, it would be so cool to spend some time there
Last Thing Googled: "Plural of 'series'"
Blog Created: This one was... early 2020 I think? My old, abandoned blog was created around 2013
How Many Blogs Followed: 361
Number of Followers: 1,538 (I don't know why that's so high either)
What Do You Usually Post About: My blog is like a scrapbook where I'm tearing pages out of magazines and pasting them on and scribbling my thoughts in the margin. There is no theme here
Do you get asks regularly: No :( I wish, I love asks
What’s your aesthetic: It varies too much to say
Tagging: @sam-wilsons-couch @foxisconfused @doctor-sexy223 @moonflowero1 @head-of-oncology @puppygirlsrituals and whoever else wants to do it!
Height: 4'10" (147cm) In other words, three apples tall
Orientation: Lesbian :)
Ethnicity: Brown, Asian
Favorite Fruit: hard to choose, mangoes, grapes, guavas, watermelons... lol
Favorite Season: Pretty much everything as long as I don't sweat my balls off
Favorite Book Series: answering this will get me doxxed lmfao. If we are talking fics, then I can go with AmItheAssholeNatural. Click on the link. Treat yourself to something good.
Favorite Fictional Characters: Vi from Arcane, and Dean Winchester and Castiel, of course.
A Fictional Character I’d Like As A Sibling: Jack Kline.
Favorite Flower: I can't choose. I love all the flowers. Should I post all the photos of flowers I've taken so far in here?
Favorite Scent: The scent Neutrogena Clear Face Oil-Free Sunscreen SPF 50 gives off. My girlfriend uses it, and I love the smell.
Favorite Color: Again, very hard to choose, I love all colors. I do lean more towards green, blue and pink clothing.
Favorite Animals: All of them, especially cats.
Favorite Band/Artist: Louis Tomlinson, Aurora, Chappell Roan, Gigi Perez. Been into BTS and Twenty One Pilots lately. Oh, and Linkin Park.
Coffee, Tea, or Hot Cocoa: Coffee
Average Sleep Hours: 4-10 hours
Number of Blankets You Sleep With: Not a single one currently, during winter, I need two.
Dream Trip: A trip around the globe, really. I want to go somewhere that's so full of green trees, blue water, and clear skies....
Last Thing Googled: about that sunscreen I mentioned lol.
Blog Created: July, 2022.
How Many Blogs Followed: 192
Number of Followers: 35
What Do You Usually Post About: Destiel all day, every day
Do you get asks regularly: No :( I want them though, as long as the asks are not hateful.
What’s your aesthetic: Dumpster raccoon
Tagging: @ashshadows001 @cas-gpt @shes-beauty-shes-ace @samwinjester @classic-cevans @peachyhalloween @spaghettinatural @tincar87 @werepire05 @iloveyoudeanwinchester. If anyone wants to be added or removed from the tags, let me know!
Nicknames: Zee is my only one right now, but I'd like to have more.
Height: 5' 1"
Orientation: Agender, panromantic.
Ethnicity: White
Favorite Fruit: cantaloupe, yummy.
Favorite Season: SUMMER.
Favorite Book Series: I have NO idea
Favorite Fictional Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, and most of the people in Spn, Mario, Luigi, Rick Grimes, Carl Grimes, Michonne, Nimona, Jack Reacher, Spongebob, Anya (Spy x Family), Buster Scruggs, The whole bad guys team, Harvey Specter, Mike Ross, Gojo, The Baudelaire siblings, All of the characters in TADC, Arisu from Alice in Borderland, Sweet Tooth, Will Graham, Hannibal Lecter, The whole Cooper family from Young Sheldon, Jake Epping, Deku (MHA), Bakugo (MHA), Komi from (Komi cant communicate), Maggie (TWD), Hershel (TWD), Henry Danger. (that's it so far I can't think of any more.)
A Fictional Character I’d Like As A Sibling: Nimona
Favorite Flower: Red Rose
Favorite Scent: Home
Favorite Color: All of them
Favorite Animals: All of them but if I had to choose, Rabbits, and Cats.
Favorite Band/Artist: Tame Impala, Led Zeppelin, Pink Pantheress, The Marias, Gorillaz, Tyler The Creator, Radiohead.
Coffee, Tea, or Hot Cocoa: Coffee
Average Sleep Hours: It fluctuates often, right now it's around 4-8 hours depending on the night, but I do sleep throughout the day so I think if we're talking about just at night, i'd say 4 or 5 hours.
Number of Blankets You Sleep With: 2 at most.
Dream Trip: I don't really have one, but I'd say maybe New Zealand or Australia.
Last Thing Googled: was Buster Scruggs real?
Blog Created: Sometime in September last year.
How Many Blogs Followed: 922
Number of Followers: 290 (Wowie!)
What Do You Usually Post About: Supernatural
Do you get asks regularly: No (but I cherish the ones I get :3 )
What’s your aesthetic: Clothing wise? Casual/grungeish? In general I have no idea, or at least nothing specific.
Favorite Season: fall spring winter. Summer sucks.. I like being able to go out but the heat.. plus I’m allergic to mosquitoes. So. I die.
Favorite Book Series: I don’t really read books/series but u do like the PJO books. SOO Good
Favorite Fictional Characters: *deep sigh* Castiel, Dean, Sam, Soldier boy, ticci toby, Nina the killer, Eyeless Jack, Keith, Kokichi, Shuichi, Will Graham, Asa Mitaka, Denji, Luz Noceda, Amity Blight, stiles stilinski, Scott McCall, Lydia, Cat Noir, Craig Tucker, Tweek Tweek, Ian gallagher, mickey milkovich, Dean Forster, SuperMan (2025), spencer reid, Natalie (yellow jackets), so much more..
A Fictional Character I’d Like As A Sibling: one?? Sam probably. Or Dean. Yah.
Favorite Flower: mhh to get? roses. To look at? Cherry blossoms!
Favorite Scent: fun fact. I lost my sense of smell during 2020 so I can’t smell a lot of perfumes. The mostly smell like chemicals, warm, fresh and clean. I do prefer “clean” smells which my friends say smell like flowers and citrious!
Favorite Color: I used to say all of them but I think blue?
Favorite Animals: CATSTT any feline + wolfs, hyenas
Favorite Band/Artist: gosh darn. A lot. Lana del rey, Chappell Roan, FOB, PTV, MCR, TV girl, Björk, tylor the creator, (Violent) Vira.. a lot.
Coffee, Tea, or Hot Cocoa: coffee :3
Average Sleep Hours: 3-5 it’s bad.
Number of Blankets You Sleep With: two. Main and my emotional support SPN blanket.
Dream Trip: Mexico, japan, and maybe New Orleans or Washington!
Last Thing Googled: (besides how to spell things in this list) Deans gun.
Blog Created: I am unsure how to check tha..
How Many Blogs Followed: 321!! (Mostly destiel)
Number of Followers: 597! (wOAH!? ThNK YOU!?)
What Do You Usually Post About: Supernatural/destiel.. my favorite boys…
Do you get asks regularly: SOMETIMES! Sometimes people just talk to me and I don’t really know how to respond? If i should??? I don’t know Tumblr eduque but I read all of them and love them I swear.
What's your aesthetic: ermm alt? I used to be more alt but I dress a lot more casually rn bc I have school. But my hair and makeup make up for it :3
(No pressure tags this is a lot of personal info so yah @lockedintheimpala @saltcirclesigil )
Orientation: Cishet 4now (I’m still figuring it out)
Ethnicity: Half European half Asian
Fav fruit: Cherries & Pineapples
Fav Season: Winter
Fav Book Series: Silence of the Lambs!!
Fav Fictional Characters: Sam, Dean, Castiel, Soldier Boy, Will Graham, Campbell Bain, Crowley (good omens), Debra Morgan, Sherlock Holmes
Fictional Character I’d want as a sibling: Dean but as a big brother in law :3
Fav Flower: Blue Roses!
Fav Scent: The ocean/rain/sweets
Fav color(s): Baby pink, green, light teal
Fav Animals: Deer (I was named after them) and fish!
Fav Band/Artist: 3OH3!, Crystal Castles, Snow Strippers, Alex G, Blondie, Tally Hall, The Ronettes, Glenn Miller, Queen, Beach House, Russ Morgan, The Caretaker
Tea/Coffee/Cocoa: Iced coffee
Avg Sleep: 3-4 hrs. I’m a busy girl…
Number of Blankets: 7. I can’t sleep unless I’m crushed by the weight of the blankets
Dream Trip: idk!
Last thing googled: Tumblr.com
Blog Created: uhhh December 2025
Blogs Following: 53(?) I keep forgetting to follow ppl back I’m really sorry…
Number of Followers: 250
What do I post abt: fanfics and a lottt of spn
Do I get asks regularly: I WISHHHHH but I always make sure to be super extra nice to the kind people in my inbox bc it really does mean a lot to me when I read them!
What’s my Aesthetic: Scene! I can’t go all out clothes wise because of acting stuff but when I get the chance to, I do! I also align with alt politics which is the most important part. I also really like vintage Americana but It’s hard for me to find good outfits in that style :(
☁︎ Name: Nunya. Nunya Business (I'm sorry I love that joke lol)
☁︎ Nicknames: Lobster and as of yesterday, Regilob, which is starting to grow on me <3
☁︎ Height: 6'4 (I think I need to check that, it may be 6'3)
☁︎ Orientation: Cisgender Female - Bisexual with an affinity for fictional older men
☁︎ Ethnicity: White as fuuuuu- sorry lol, I'm white enough that when I go in the sun, I'm burnt in 10 minutes. Primarily Australian, quarter Dutch, a bit English and British bits and pieces (a touch of Welsh and Scottish I think and possibly Irish idk)
☁︎ Favourite Fruit: Strawberries!!
☁︎ Favourite Season: Winter, I love misery
☁︎ Favourite Book Series: I have zero attention span so I can't read a single book lol, my apologies
☁︎ Fictional Character I'd Want As A Sibling: I'm thinking Steve Rogers, I feel like he'd be such a great big brother
☁︎ Favourite Flower: THERES SO MANY!!! Ummm.....black calla lilies are beautifully dramatic 🖤
☁︎ Favourite Scent: Ooooh....green tea maybe?
☁︎ Favourite Colour: Purple
☁︎ Favourite Animals: DOGS!!! Cats too but my bitches are my sweethearts <333
☁︎ Favourite Band/Artist: Don't do this to me....rn I've been obsessed with TALK
☁︎ Average Sleep Time: Fuck off. Anywhere from 3-8 hours?? Idk, I get 6-7 on a regular night but I always wake up super tired
☁︎ Coffee, Tea or Cocoa: Hot chocolate....and Milo, depending on the weather
☁︎ Number of Blankets: 1 at all times but my sweet spot is about 3
☁︎ Dream Trip: WALES!!! All of the UK, some of Europe and the fatherland (Holland) also Norway and Germany & Belgium
☁︎ Last Thing Googled: when does connie break up with john sturgis
☁︎ Blog Created: Late December of 2024
☁︎ Blogs Following: 171
☁︎ Number of Followers: Ye shall find out soon enough if I get figure out an event for my next milestone!
☁︎ What Do I Post About: Looootttsss of fics and random (everyday) shitposting
☁︎ Do I Get Asks Regularly: Yes!! Especially from my lovely mutual Clem!
☁︎ What's My Aesthetic: NO IDEA - Dean Winchester. That's the most comfortable I feel idk - I also like pretty dresses sooooo yeah, Dean
orientation: omni and under the ace umbrella i think
ethnicity: white and arab
favorite fruit: watermelon!!! i love watermelon so so much
favorite season: gotta say fall, i’m a sucker for 50-60 degree weather
favorite book series: ummm i couldn’t tell you the last time i read a book series. my favorite fic series tho is “Time after Time”
favorite fictional characters: dean, sam, castiel, charlie, bobby, jody, donna, beau, mark, ben, butcher, terror (do we see a pattern here)
fictional character i’d like as a sibling: charlie, i love her so much and i just know she’d be the best older sister
favorite flower: bluebells, i have a lot of fond memories involving them :]
favorite scent: umm for perfumes, honey and coconut. it’s a toss up between those 2
favorite color: pink and blue
favorite animal: cats!! i have 2 cats i love them dearly :3
favorite band/artist: i have too many this isn’t fair, i’ll give you my top 5 instead (not in order). radio company, julia wolf, beabadoobee, pierce the veil, lil peep
coffee, tea, or hot cocoa: tea, specifically an iced chai latte? mmm yum!! i do love me some hot cocoa with marshmallows tho
average sleep hours: 4-14 and yes i’m being so deadass
number of blankets you sleep with: 1 at all times but up to 3 in the winter
dream trip: palestine, i hope to go one day when they’re free from the occupation
last thing googled: smoke png
blog created: umm late 2025 i think
how many blogs followed: 41
number of followers: 23, i had to block 2 people :(
what do you usually post about: anything and everything. mostly complaining or talking about how much i want that old man. i’ll post a drabble once every blue moon
do you get asks regularly: sometimes… not regularly enough for my liking!! blow up my inbox please!!! literally just yap about random things talk to me!!
what’s your aesthetic: blog aesthetic? comfy cozy animal themed. irl aesthetic? i have no idea…
no pressure tags: @princegabriel0096 @fiourandfiower @violained @mythandmemories @i-gotta-go-so-much-bigger
Thank you for the tag Angel 😽 this was so fun. It’s long but I’m a yapper
this took so long because 1. I was lazy 2. Tumblr deleted my first version 😖
Name: nuh uh not yet pookie
Nickname(s): on tumblr, Dreamer and Bigger. Everywhere else online, Waffle
Height: 5’5 or 161.1 cm
Orientation: Bisexual and somewhere on the ace spectrum
Ethnicity: African American
Favorite fruit: I love most fruit. Tops are Nectarines, Strawberries, Pineapple, Watermelon and Grapes
Favorite season: Fall, here in the Pacific Northwest it gives Supernatural vibes
Favorite book series: The Raven Cycle by Maggie Stiefvater. Literally my Roman Empire. Go read it I’ll lover you forever
Favorite fictional characters: (this list could be its own post, coming soon maybe?) Sam Winchester, Starfire, Cloak and Dagger, Blue Sargent, symmetra, Gekko, colossus, Leon Kennedy, Inej Ghafa, etc
Fictional character I’d want as a sibling: for a brother Nick Nelson and for a sister Angelica Schuyler
Favorite flower: Hydrangeas, they remind me of my Papa 🥺
Favorite scent: for summer/spring my perfume is 7 summers by dime. Fall/winter I wear eilish 3. And if I don’t want to wear perfume I wear the ouai body spray in st barts or Snif in Berry Styles
Favorite color: purples, Sage and Forest green
Favorite animal: my dog (duh) and Pallas cats
Favorite band/artist: Billie eilish and The Neighbourhood
Coffee, tea, or hot cocoa: Coffee, and it’s gotta be Iced no matter what
Average sleep hours: 5-12 hours depending on the day
Number of blankets you sleep with: normally one, up to 3 in the winter. I have 4 on my bed. A cooling blanket, a weighted blanket, a queen sized throw and a regular throw (I don’t have a comforter because my room gets too hot so I resort to blanket piles)
Dream trip: Tokyo, Greece, Paris. Really anywhere outside the USA. I wanna explore
Last thing googled: I use 3 search engines so.
1. Dandadan
2. klay thompson (fuck you Megan deserved way better u ugly ass mf)
3. The War for Kaleb, a comic about anxiety my mom’s ex-coworker made! If you want a deeper explanation about it I’ll totally make a post about it. I linked a article about it please check it out
Blog created: made it in 2024 I think or early 2025. Only recently started using it like 3/4 months ago?
How many blogs followed: an embarrassing amount. I need to do a clean out
Number of followers: 84!
What do you regularly post about: fandoms, things I enjoy, talking to my mooties, and reblogging fanfic
Do you get asks regularly: somewhat but mostly when I ask for some. I’d like more just because I’m a yapper
What’s your aesthetic: irl it’s comfort. Leggings, graphic tees, and hoodies, definitely type b kinda vibes going on here. On tumblr I just matched my profile picture and went with the flow
No pressure tags! @sozzoe @cherryvvave @pixelbfs @iridescentlightshow @irisgrrl @saturnst4rs @teklarn @gr0und-zer00 + anyone else who would like to join 😽
Favorite season: winter but only until december! sometimes we get nice snow here, where it's not super cold but it's snowing and it's just so beautiful. but past december, i wanna be done with all the snow.
Favorite book series: the lunar chronicles by marissa meyer (what got me into reading as a child), throne of glass by sarah j maas, and red rising by pierce brown!
Favorite fictional characters: jason todd, samus aran, sevro au barca, elide lochan, omg and daisy from the nintendo franchise. idk i just idolized her sm growing up. (those are the only ones i can think of right now but trust there's more lol)
Fictional character I’d want as a sibling: hmm...probably cress from the lunar chronicles. i feel we'd get along super well.
Favorite flower: i would say gumamelas. my mom loves them, too. i'm not a big flower person, though. i love getting them but i couldn't care less if they're dandelions or roses.
Favorite scent: ummm there's this one perfume my mom gave me but idk what it's called LMAO
Favorite color: yellow, red, brown, orange, and if i'm feeling groovy, probably purple.
Favorite animal: PIGGIES!!!! i have a piggy collection at home. i love all farm animals, though. they make me so happy.
Favorite band/artist: i love really anything. billie eilish, taylor swift, black pistol fire, gianna minichiello. right now, i'm huge on listening to JADE. loved her in little mix, love her even more now.
Coffee, tea, or hot cocoa: tea. i drink so much of it, and sometimes only drink straight hot water LMAO. i only drink coffee when i'm super tired and need it, and i hate hot chocolate.
Average sleep hours: around 7?
Number of blankets you sleep with: four, regardless of whether it's summer or winter!
Dream trip: i went to jamaica a little while ago and i want to go back SO badly. other than that, greece!
Last thing googled: the online calculator thingy LMAO
Blog created: made in 2024 i think?
How many blogs followed: 37!!!
Number of followers: i honestly do not check so i don't stalk other accounts. i will genuinely fall down a rabbithole of stalking my followers for HOURS if i do. so i have no idea.
What do you regularly post about: fanfics or just random life updates.
Do you get asks regularly: sometimes? more than i used to, but i love answering asks so please keep them coming!
What’s your aesthetic: i love the spacey aesthetic. anything cyberpunk-ish. or high fantasy, dragons and lotr and stuff. but irl, i have a very homely kinda vibe. i'm always in the same two oversized cardigans despite having, like, 10. but i like to dress like louisa clark from me before you.
tags: @eth3real-w1ngs @punkstickersheet @batslvrr @arfemiz + anyone who wants to join!
.⋆♱ EPITAPH Ryland thinks he can’t be convinced to help with the probe from the petrova line, until Dr. Stratt sends his only weakness to convince him.
.⋆♱ CAUTIONS angst.
.⋆♱ COFFIN CONTENTS second chance, reader and grace used to date/were married, angsty cause they’re still in love with each other highkey, reader sits on his lap (not sexual, not a straddle), happens in his classroom, imagine if he didn’t go with stratt directly/the same day. uhhh might turn into a series if it gets traction<3
.⋆♱ A STARR'S WHISPERS oh well i haven’t stopped thinking about him (or sebastian stan in the martian lmao i have a type) but yeah 😋
“Knock, knock.”
Ryland almost has a full body reaction to the words, the same ones he heard yesterday, a woman’s voice followed by the persuasions to join the research into whatever substance was in the Petrova line. But a forced exhale leaves his nose at the recognition that blossoms in his heart when he actually processes the voice.
Instead of Dr.Stratt, it was…Oh. This is worse.
“Hi, Ry.”
The nickname leaves you with ease, the same way it did when you used to wake up in his arms each morning, or bringing him coffee during late nights of study and research during him PHD, all distant memories now. You can see the way he stiffens, shoulders becoming more rigid, fingers tightening around the papers in his hands.
Grace watches as this walk through his classroom, looking just the way he remembers you, magnificent and commanding as ever, presence that just engulfs all his senses. You don’t walk to him directly, no, you wander around his classroom, middle school science, looking at charts and models and everything that screams Ryland.
His eyes are transfixed on you. His glasses are abandoned on his desk as he leans back into his chair, his leans then propped up against a chair across him, knees bent so that he could prop papers up on his thigh to read. He watches as you look through his students’ work, and some of his too.
You glance back at Ryland, hand coming up to your necklace, the one he gave you, the one you reach for in need of quiet comfort. You toy with it as you watch him watch you, as you finally start making your way to him.
He looks younger without his glasses, you adored how adorable they made him look, you always did, but like this, he looked more serious, stern even, nothing like himself. You gulp down what little saliva is in your mouth, uncharacteristic nervousness pooling in your stomach.
“Say something, Ry.”
That seems to snap him out of his daze. It’s been…a good few years since he last saw you, and now he wanted to drunk up your presence, store it deep within himself to reach for on melancholic days.
“Hi.” The word leaves him more breathless than he’d like, his body refusing to move the way he wants it to. Maybe that’s a good thing. Because all he wants to do right now was to get up and engulf you in a hug, hold you and never let you go, somehow convince you to take him back and never leave again.
Instead he just looks up at you, blinking away thoughts that would upset you. You continue toying with your necklace, the one Ryland remembers all too well, as your shoes clack against the school floor, till the clacking stops a few feet away from him.
“Stratt sent you.” He states simply.
Not a difficult deduction for something like him. You were an astronaut, a very well decorated one, not only that but also a very smart individual in general when it came to space, many doctorates and degrees to back you up. Dr. Stratt would be a fool not to rope you into her program.
You think for a moment, before giving him a stern dip of your chin as an answer. There’s no point in opposing it, no point of beating around the bush, never worked when you were together, low chances of it to work now either. You drop your hand from your collar, leaving the necklace resting in plain sight as you take a lone step closer to him, enough for him to now have to crane his head to look up at you.
Your hand floated up, hesitant, pausing just above his head before you push away any anxiety, fingers first brushing into the hairline of his face, then running to the back of his head. “Messy as ever.” You mutter, a small smile appearing at the nostalgic of it all, just as his own eyes flutter close, a twitch between his brows.
You repeat the motion, slightly to the side when his eyes flutter open again, looking up at you, catching your smile, the pain in your expression.
The break up wasn’t easy. Which one ever is? You had a plan, professional and personal. Both of you would advance in your fields and subsequently in your relationship, marriage soon. But soon, never came, not with Ryland. Always with his head stuck in the clouds even when you were the aspiring astronaut. Not living down in reality long enough, not giving you enough.
It was hard, for you to accept that you and him wouldn’t work the way you wanted it to. Harder on Grace to realise that he’d lost the one thing in his life that he’d thought he’d have forever, that he wasn’t good enough for you.
“She wants you to convince me to help.”
He states again, right on the money, another silent crack in his heart and yours. Of course, you wouldn’t reach out to him otherwise, he can imagine how painful it must be for you too.
“And I told her I’d try.”
Ryland might as well say yes right now. It doesn’t matter that you say, he’ll agree, he’ll fold, he’ll bend to your wishes, the way he should’ve in the first place, when you were still his. But he doesn’t. He doesn’t want to snatch away this moment.
Your leg swings slightly to your side, to nudge his legs off the opposite chair, to plant them firmly on the ground, And Ryland knows how this goes, when he places his feet down, you move slowly, enough time for him to push you away but he doesn’t, he doesn’t as you slower yourself into into his lap, palms landing on his shoulders as he moves the papers to the desk.
It’s unfair, too unfair, too familiar, too perfect.
You look away from his face, unable to bear it, glancing about the room. “You look like you’re doing okay.” You whisper in poor attempt to make conversation, to put off the reason you’re actually here. Ryland scoffs a soft sound, “Not like you.”
He couldn’t begin to articulate in words what he felt whenever he heard of all your achievements after the separation. Pride that blossomed in his heart, smile that he wore nevertheless of everything. He glances to both your hands, resting on either of his shoulders. “No ring?” The question is heavy, enough for you to look back at him, meet his eyes. “Turns out Mark is quite the asshole.”
“I could’ve told you that.” He counters, one hand coming up, hesitantly to rest on your waist, just like he used to. Your hands trace up from his shoulder, coming to interlock around his neck, a soft controlled exhale as you ground yourself, leaning just a little closer.
“Did you recommend me?” Grace questions, words quiet, the sounds of children conversing in the hallways reaches the two of you. “It wasn’t personal. Dr.Stratt wanted someone who had an inkling about what the hell was happening, I gave her a list, your name just happen to be on there.”
That part was true, when Stratt asked you if you knew of any scientists that could study organisms that are not water-based life, bunch of names popped up in your head, most prominent and relevant was Ryland, of course.
“I’ll do it—” Ryland starts, just your presence being ever so effective in changing his mind. But you interrupt him, “Do it only out of your own accord.” The words cause a frown of confusion on his face, fair enough, it didn’t make sense to you either.
“Aren’t you here to convince me to do it?” He scoffs, the breath huffing warm against your face as your mind spirals. You know your job, your duty. You should press, convince him properly, but how could you? When they send him in with that sample, they won’t know how it’ll affect him, he’s expendable to them. To you? You can’t stand to lose him eternally just yet.
“Maybe I just wanted to see you, Ryland.”
The excuse leaves you easily. Of course it does. You missed him, immensely, you missed his passion, his love. You wonder if he misses you too, probably does, or you’d be off his lap a long time ago. Lean forward, pressing your lips to his cheek, but—
“Don’t.” The word makes you flinch just a hair. “Don’t do that.” Ryland adds, as you pull away, eyes slightly wide. “Don’t give me hope.” His voice cracks at the last work, enough for your expression to deepen, hurt and understanding painted across your features.
You clearly your throat as you push off him, standing up to your full length and smoothening your clothes, both of you immediately mourning the lack of contact. Ryland’s hand hovers in the air, where it was previously on your waist, before he drops it into his thigh with a dull thud.
“There’s a car waiting out front. We’ll be here for 30 minutes. If you want to…” You gesture vaguely, taking a step back and another, having one last look around the room, back to him, mesmerising the new lines in his face before you turn away for good, and don’t look back again as you walk out.
ᯓ★'s P.S. i have not read the books and i watched the movie once so ahem ooc obviously + i got lazy towards the end (when don’t i) + it’s not proofread so
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Mercenary!Jason Todd who never intended to fall into mercenary work. He was fifteen and had to eat so taking random jobs to make money was really his only option. When that work became more important than moving boxes he didn’t really care. After ten years of it has gotten a good reputation among people for getting the job done no matter how hard- for the right price of course.
Mercenary!Jason Todd who almost scoffs when you approach him in his usual drinking spot. He immediately knows who you are by the fancy dress you must think you are hiding well under a dark cloak. Jason listens to your offer with the intention to reject it. Then when he hears that you are trying to escape an arranged marriage and he hesitates. You already have a plan and enough money to keep him sitting pretty for a few years. So he agrees to your request to accompany you across the border.
Mercenary!Jason Todd who enjoys messing with you to see your face grow red with rage. You aren’t stuck up or clueless like he thought at first but Jason still likes pushes you until you snap at him. It’s fun for him. He calls you princess in more of a mocking manner then a reverent one because he hasn’t respected authority since he was fifteen.
Mercenary!Jason Todd who, over the course of the time he spends with you, begins to feel comfortable around you. You bring out a side of him that not many people see anymore. He starts to fall for you but doesn’t realize it until he is throwing a blanket over you as the two of you camp out near the border between your kingdom and the next where you will be free.
Mercenary!Jason Todd who gets you only a few yards from the border before things blow up in his face. Men surround you from all sides and he is far out matched. Your father’s men and your intended Fiancé found the two of you when you were so close to freedom. But the thing that makes Jason’s stomach drop is your Fiancé who is leading the charge.
Richard Grayson the heir to King Bruce Wayne and Jason’s older brother in a life long gone.
Mercenary!Jason Todd who was once a prince years before he ever knew you. He had a bright future ahead of him and wanted to use his position as Prince to help the poor people he once came from. But at fifteen he was framed for murder, a foreign dignitary was murdered in the palace and a noble blamed it on him. He was exiled for it and hasn’t seen any of his family again.
Mercenary!Jason Todd who is now forced to watch the woman he loves marry his brother against her will.
Blue’s Notes - Definitely going to write a part 2 to this but for now have what has been plaguing my brain for a while.
summary: Three times you successfully fluster Jason and the one time he turns it on you.
pairing: Jason Todd x fem!reader
warnings: reader is considered shorter than jason (he is 6'4), very suggestive so MDNI. reader has hair.
a/n: not really happy with this, but If I don't post it now, I will never post it. So here it is. I still can't write smut/suggestive shit. Reblogs and comments appreciated! Maybe OOC.
Jason Todd masterlist main masterlist
You had only one goal — fluster Jason Peter Todd as much as possible.
Once you had realized that your boyfriend — the 6'4 giant anti-hero — blushed whenever you tried doing very basic romantic gestures, the mission had cemented itself in the depths of your brain. It was almost as if just knowing the fact had altered something in your brain chemistry.
You had a whole word document dedicated to the mission — filled with ideas to fluster your cute boyfriend, ranging from teasing looks to pickup lines. You were not a good flirt but ever since the discovery of the faint blush coating his cheeks as a result of your down right bad flirting skills — it had given you just enough motivation to master the art of flirting (or at least try to).
Thus, you decided to execute the mission the following week, one strategy every day. What was the expected end result ? the sight of Jason blushing and maybe, something else.
THE LIBRARY
You and Jason loved books, one of the very first things that you both bonded over from the very start of your relationship. Hence, visits to the local bookshop and the public library of Gotham City were pretty frequent in the household.
You wander around the library, scoping out possible books you could borrow when you spot Jason leaned against the shelf, a thick book (possibly another classic) in his hands, reading the synopsis.
The library was relatively empty today as you look around for any dwelling citizens before walking towards Jason. You inspect the different books near him as you slyly inch closer and closer.
If Jason notices, he doesn't say anything.
"I have been wanting to read this for so long" you mutter, planting your right hand above his shoulder, gripping the edges of the wooden shelf and your left hand grabs the book from the other side — effectively caging him in , even though you are shorter than him.
Jason goes really still, as you keep looking at different books . He doesn't say anything, in fact you don't think he is even breathing that well, in light of how statuesque he stood. You look up just for a second to see his teal eyes focused anywhere and everywhere except on your form, a light pink layer dusted over his cheeks.
Picking out a copy of Pride and Prejudice, you start walking towards the hallway and almost let out a giggle as you hear Jason huffing.
MISSION SUCCESSFUL
TURNING THE YAPPER SPEECHLESS
There was no doubt that Jason was a total yapper. Sure, he is broody and silent but that's only till he steps inside the comfort of his home — his lover.
It's a Tuesday night, the both of you are sitting across each other on the carpeted floor as he continues talking about the absurd family tree in one of his books. The sound of his gruff voice explaining the plot filled the silence of the night.
You had your head propped up against your arm, tilted as you listened to him. for the most part at least. Jason was wearing sweatpants and a red pullover, his hair a shabby mess like he had been grabbing it in frustration. Green eyes wide and his mouth running a mile a minute — he was so passionate and so so hot.
"Are you even listening?" He mutters, eyebrows raised.
"I'm sorry, I couldn't concentrate while looking at your handsome face, baby. But continue though, I like hearing you talk."
Jason's mouth opened and closed, before he groaned, leaning his head against the couch. His head was empty , loosing the train of thoughts like it was never there to begin with. His Adam's apple bobbed, throat as dry as Sahara desert.
Under the golden light from emanating from the lamp at the corner, you couldn't see him turning red but hey at least you rendered him speechless.
That counts, right?
MISSION SUCCESSFUL
CRINGE PICK-UP LINES
The internet had everything including the most obnoxious pick-up lines that you might have come across in a while. But that was good news for you. You had decided to drop random pick - up lines at the most inappropriate times.
The first time you used them, it was raining cats and dogs in Gotham, which may not be as surprising if not for the fact that the weather reports had stated it would be the sunniest day of the year. You and Jason were returning back home from the grocery store when the sudden downpour of rain started, leading you to find safety under a yellow and white striped awning.
"Are you an umbrella? Because I urgently need to under you." you say, rubbing against his shoulder. Jason just looked away groaning , his palm covering his face though you could see the slight smile curved on his lips. Eventually though, Jason pulled you within his embrace, hands at your waist as you snuggled back into his chest.
But the mission was not really successful. So you tried again.
The second time was when the both of you were lounging on the grass in Robinson park - a small picnic date. The sound of rushing water from the fountain and cackling laughter from a group of teenagers filled the air. You were both lying on the grass, his arm behind your head as you stared at each other.
"The doctor said I lack vitamin D," you whisper to him, rubbing circles on his chest "Can you help me with giving it ?"
A mixture of emotions passed over his face - first, the look of worry at the utterance of the word 'doctor' and 'lack' in the same breath before it turned into blossoming cheeks of red and dilated pupils when he realized what you had really meant. He groaned, dragging his palm across his face.
"You should really stop doing this baby." He mutters, not looking into your eyes yet.
"It's fun, jay. But if you feel uncomf—"
"No, No that's not it" he mumbles, eyes locking with yours filled with reassurance.
"Okay, then" you hum against his chest, before looking up at him "Are you a life alert? Because I've fallen for you and can't get up."
This time Jason laughs, chest rumbling as it sends vibrations through your body.
The sun is shining, the birds are flying across the blue sky and you are lying on the plush green grass with the love of your life.
MISSION kinda SUCCESSFUL
FINGER BITE TREND
Jason was not up to date with social media trends. His go-to activity to pass time was reading or working in the garage. Unfortunately, the same cannot be said for you. But it made it a whole lot easier to execute said trends.
You stood in the entry way to the kitchen. The smell of spices waft through the room while Jason slices some tomatoes, his back clad in a black compression shirt that stretched deliciously across the hard panes of his back, biceps flexing with every slice.
Jason had insisted on you not to enter the kitchen till he finished cooking dinner, which you could have followed through until the very thought of flustering Jason cemented itself in your mind. Again.
"I told you not to come." He mutters, sliding the slices onto a bowl and washing his hands in the sink.
"I know I'm sorry ," you say with a pout, gripping his biceps "Anyway, can you check if there is something stuck between my teeth?"
You smile, all pearly whites in display as your index finger points to the lower teeth near your lips. Jason leans forwards, one hand on the counter beside you , when you bite down on your finger, face a little down turned as your eyes lock with green ones.
Jason goes still, eyes tracing your face. Everything blurs around him, only you being the sole focus of his vision. Blood surges through his body , color of red roses creeping through his scarred cheeks till the tips of his ears and between his legs, if not already noticeable due to the visible tent in his sweatpants. He regains a semblance of confidence before pulling you flush against his front, enough for you to feel his hard on.
A gasp leaves your lips as he cages your body against the marble counter, tilting his head with his plush lips pulled into a smirk.
"You didn't think I would just let you go like that, did you?" Heat floods your cheeks, warming the expanse of your body.
"I uhh I -" He leans forwards, his lips a breath away from yours. You try closing the gap only for him to set you on the counter, hands at your waist.
"I-I what. You teased me all week, angel." Jason whispers, lips tracing against the column of your throat as you feel a gush of arousal between your legs. Your head falls back, giving him more access as he bends down to lick a wet stripe against the sensitive skin of your neck. A shiver runs through your body as you gripped the edges of the counter for support.
"Ja-Jay" He hums against your skin, his hand brushing through your hair while the other massages your thigh.
Wally west x reader.
A/N: first time writing wally. So maybe OOC. Ty cissa @bloomcissa for proofreading this ^^
"Wally," you murmur, fingers tapping against his forearm wrapped around your waist.
He hums, pulling you even closer against his chest if that was even possible - still no doubt, fast asleep. You did feel bad, waking him up in the dead of night after he had a long day of duties but you were desperate. And it was not like he needed all eight hours of sleep as you did.
"Wally" you whine, trying to get out of his arms to face him. His hold loosens just enough for you to turn towards him as he slots his head between your neck and shoulder, lips pressed onto the soft skin of your neck as threads of red hair wisp against your cheek.
"Yeah, baby?"
"I can't sleep." you grumble threading through his auburn hair as he sighs. "I have an idea though."
Wally lets a small smile curve his lips, hair fluffy as half lidded green eyes lock with yours. His red t-shirt is a little wrinkled while one of his plaid pajama clad leg is hooked over yours.
"And what might that be?"
"Lay flat on your back." And the minute you utter these words, wally is up like he never slept, green eyes widened .
Horn dog
you roll your eyes, a laugh leaving your lips before gently climbing over him - resting your body on his. You lean and cup his face, tracing his cheeks.
"I'm going to count the number of freckles you have."
"huh?"
"Yeah, always wanted to know how many pretty stars are there on these cute cheeks" you mumble pulling at said cheeks. "Figured, it was the right time."
Before wally can even completely process it, you start to count the cinnamon pearls scattered across his skin using the moonlight wafting through the window as the source of light. Wally looks at you, his gaze wandering across your face - from your forehead creased in concentration, to your eyes transfixed on his cheeks , to your nose a little scrunched, to the expanse of your cheeks and then to your lips, teeth sunk into them - you looked ethereal.
No one really had tried to count his freckles because there were too many and it's not something anyone does. Sure they may be curious and ask him but no one wants to manually poke their finger to his skin at every brown dot as lips murmur out the number. Except you - his lover.
Even as your eyes start drooping around the count of thirty, you still force them open to finish counting all the way - an irony, as opposed to the very reason you even started this in the first place. But he doesn't say anything as you trace your finger now along his jaw. Wally never really thought someone would do this - let alone be the reason for someone wanting to fall asleep. A kiss to his cheeks breaks him out his thoughts.
"Sixty," you mumble, cheek smashed against the hard panes of his chest "You have sixty cinnamon stars, baby."
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"I hate my period" "omg the period is the worst part of the cycle"
HOW ABOUT THE FUCKING LUTEAL PHASE 😭 CAN WE PLEASE TALK ABOUT HOW TERRIBLE THAT IS
because one moment my skin is bright, im full of energy, and ovulation is doing me GOOD. then one day I wake up and the world is ending, everyone is breathing too loud, things I was so proud of now get trumped by imposter syndrome and a thousand different insecurities begin popping up when I was JUST FEELING MYSELF THE DAY BEFORE 😭
and I dont know WHY
until I check my fuckass period app and it's like
"hey so in 10 days youre getting your period but every moment before that is ALSO gonna be emotional hell, so yeah!"
fuck this all, luteal is the worst phase ever. at least when im on my period, I KNOW im on my period. the luteal phase just makes me feel insane about everything 😭
I have a lot, but one that really irks me is when people yawn with their mouths open and make sound when they yawn.
we don't not need to make noise when we yawn, and you can politely cover your mouth because I do not wanna see the string of spit danging between your teeth as you open your mouth like a shark waiting to get its teeth cleaned by a bunch of guppies or whatever.
im trying to study and the guy next to me keeps going "AUGHHHH" as he yawns and it is literally driving me insane.
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✎⠀⠀pairing ⦂ firelord! zuko x wife!reader | soft angst, slight mention of bruises.
࿐ given prompt ⦂ , zuko, battered and bruised, he doesn't want to hear how he's been reckless or how he endangered his life or how he should have been more careful...he just needs your touch...in all senses of the word,,, click here
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ZUKO looked worse than ever before. that was the first thing you thought... the split lip, and his hold on his ribs, were all lost to you. all you saw was the wall sconce's flame lighting up the dried blood at his temple and turning it into a sight so beautiful. you alwyas hated how your mind made disaster into something worth looking at, when it came to him.
he had his sights on you from where he was at threshold like he's already heard whatever you were about to say. memorized down to your body language... you could have been killed. what were you thinking. this has to stop... he stood there with his jaw braced and eyes a little flat, holding strong for the lecture... like he once did, waiting for punishment in the past... certain he did wrong.
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you paced across the room, light and soundless.
once there, your hands seeked his face above all else... careful, careful, thumbs at his jaw, fingers curving behind his ears where his hair was damp. he stayed grounded, breathing aloud. the aching in his shoulders doesn't leave, yet. though, his eyes swirled, and you witnessed it happen... the understanding to him, that in this exact moment, you weren't here to take anything from him, but instead give.
࿐ your lips to his cheekbone, you pressed them in a kiss... the scarred side of zuko's face, 'cause it was that very part of him, you wanted to give love to.
he huffed out, so gentle. his hands travelled up... trembling, that only happens when he was past the point he'd ever admit... and found home on your waist as if he wasn't sure he was allowed to ask for more. you answered him anyway, flushing into him. considerate of his hidden bruises... close enough to feel the inner fire of his being that always burned a degree too warm.
"I know," he mumbled, into your hair.
there wasn't a need to ask for meaning, for you instantly knew... I know I scared you. I know I'm not careful enough. I know I do this... a dozen confessions wrapped into two words.
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you remained as such, huddled together until his breathing evened... the last of the tension drained out of zuko's spine and he went heavy against you...
soon, you'll have to dab a cloth to his temple and he'll pretend not to wince and you'll pretend not to notice... soon, there will be soup and silence and his hand finding yours across the table for no reason... or every reason.
but that was soon. right now there was just the lit flame, his presence. your hand at the nape of his neck...
࿐ zuko returned home to what mattered most to him, and let that very person hold him. that was enough. tonight, that was all he wished for...
hahaha yeah so UPDATE i just got out, took me 2 hours and 15 minutes, oh and it wasn't 10 questions, that was a BONUS question, but I still needed 2 hours to figure out NINE questions which is insane.
anyway so all I know is that I filled out all the questions and didnt leave anything blank, but other than that I think i legit blocked that out 🙂
anyway never taking linguistics again! let's keep drawing trees as trees and stop drawing trees for words!