#forgiver errors.

[egophiliac]

get 'em before they melt!

(the flavors are 99% vibes + first thought only thought, don't take them too seriously)

[yeagrave]

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full ver. under the cut🫶

[myeagleexpert]

A story about the director and Grim, who are very close friends <3

Translation from fan to fan, all credits go to the appropriate artist, see the source in the pin below:https://br.pinterest.com/pin/902690319055568233/

Who else wants to see Grim's final form? but…. What cost would this have?

[savaralyn2]

Dungeon Meshi - Monster Tidbits: Kensuke (Part 1) (Part 2)

[airplanelanding]

r/relationship_advice

u/smashedcucumbers

My (26M) Roommate (28M) kissed me and I don't know what to do now.

So, for context, my roommate (28M) and I (26M) are both straight men. For privacy, I will call him RM, for roommate. Onto the background.

So, RM is an author — or, attempts to be one. He has a lot of potential but squanders it all on writing shitty porn for money. I have read, and still do read, his work. The skill is present, but he doesn't lean into it.

I am very rich. I don't understand what it's like to not have money or worry where my next meal will come from, and after a lot of introspection and discussion with him, I acknowledge this privilege. Monetarily, and familially, I am very lucky. This isn't to brag, or to say I have no struggles of my own (believe me, I do), but purely to add context.

I offered to pay his bills, etc., so he could write what he wanted but he refused most help because he didn't want to be "just some sugar baby" (???) — in the end, he only moved into my apartment and let me cover the rent.

We have been living together for 2.5 years now.

With the background out of the way, I'll get into why I actually made this post, now.

Last night, RM and I were having another argument over his writing. Since moving in, he has let me begun editing & beta reading his work. I have a formal degree in literature and editing, but don't do it for work. Needless to say, I know what I'm doing.

We argue a lot over his writing. Something about last night's fight was different, though. It was more tense than usual. Ever since the power went out last week — during which we had to share my bed for warmth — there has been a strange energy between us, and I guess it all bubbled over during this fight.

I don't even really remember the details. It was about a scene in which the tension between the protag of his novel and his latest love interest snapped and they fell into a passionate night. I expressed how unnatural it felt in context with the rest of the chapter, and how sudden, and that there needed to be more proper build-up. RM disagreed. I then pointed out the kissing itself and how unrealistic it was. We went back and forth like this a bit, egging each other on and arguing.

At one point, he said something along the lines of, "like you could do better," and I snapped back that maybe I could. He laughed and said he'd like to see my try and, without thinking — in the heat of the moment — said fine, go ahead. The silence was...deafening I tried to backpedal immediately when I realized what I said — again we are both straight men. I don't even know why my head went there, let alone why I said it.

After that, it gets fuzzy. All I remember is one second I was stumbling over my words trying to backpedal, the next we were on the couch and I was in his lap. I came back to my senses when he tried to take my shirt off and, as ashamed as I am to admit it, I've been hiding at my older brother's house since.

I don't want to go back home while my head is still such a mess, but I think my brother & his husband are starting to get sick of my intrusion.

Reddit, what do I do? He hasn't tried to contact me all day, or at all since I fled last night. I've never questioned my sexuality before, but now I don't know what to think. I'm straight, but...I didn't hate it?

I'm really at a loss.

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u/streetcat 6hrs

Ever since the power went out last week — during which we had to share my bed for warmth — there has been a strange energy between us

bro...you cannot be serious.

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u/helpful-idiot 6hrs 🎂

Plain and simple, you need to talk to him. This isn't something that will just go away if you hide long enough. This needs real communication.

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u/endoftheline 6 hrs

we are both straight men

Are you sure about that? Genuinely. Has he ever told you he's straight? Brought home girls? Anything concrete?

he hasn't tried to contact me

It's likely he's just as panicked as you are, OP. You seem like close friends and, sexuality aside, this complicates that friendship.

what do I do?

1. Breathe.

2. Thank your brother and BIL for their hospitality.

3. Go home and talk to your friend.

Regardless of the outcome, you both deserve an honest conversation with all your cards on the table. Especially if he's having an identity crisis of his own. Have some faith in your friendship and work through this together.

edit: spelling

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u/smashedcucumbers OP • 5hrs

Thank you.

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u/smashedcucumbers OP • 4hrs

I'm going to talk to him. I might update properly later. Thank you all for the responses.

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[philosophybits]

Nearly all of our faults are more forgivable than the means we use to hide them.

François de La Rochefoucauld, Moral Reflections

[aureentuluva70]

OK but like...Gethsemane. Gethsemane, guys. I cannot express enough how important Gethsemane is and what happened there. Not to downplay the incredible importance of what happened on the Cross, of course not, but I find people really don't talk about Gethsemane enough in comparison, so I'm going to do it myself.

Gethsemane is found at the foot of the Mount of Olives in Jerusalem. Fitting its name, the garden itself is full of olive trees, a kind of tree which holds great significance in scripture, probably the most revered plant in the bible. It is a symbol of peace, new life, prosperity, and reconciliation. It was the branch of an olive tree that the dove brought back to Noah while on the ark, signifying that the floods were receding. An olive tree is used to describe Jesus's jewish roots as the stem of David, two olive trees are used as symbolism in Revelations, and the people of Israel are likened to an olive tree and its branches. And this is only a few of the many references to olive trees in the Bible.

Olive Trees were and still are highly valued for their oil, which can be retrieved from the olives themselves. Olive oil was used as medicine, for light, for making food, etc. It was a very valuable resource, and still is.

The very name of this garden, Gethsemane, means “Oil Press”, where oil is obtained from the olives-by squeezing and crushing them. Only by being crushed can this precious oil be obtained.

When the olives are first crushed, the liquid begins to leak out, but rather than coming out as the golden-green color that we are used to, it instead comes out as a dark red hue, looking eerily similar to blood.

Only later does the oil turn into its famous golden-green color.

Like the olives being crushed for their oil, Jesus Christ was being pressed and crushed by the weight of the Atonement in the garden, suffering through such incomprehensible anguish and agony that, according to Luke's account, He literally started sweating blood.

KJV Luke 22: 44: "And being in agony he prayed more earnestly: and his sweat was like great drops of blood falling down to the ground."

(Believe it or not, sweating blood is an actual medical condition called Hematridosis, which is caused by an extreme level of stress.)

Another important thing about olive oil's use during Christ's time: it was also used for ceremonial annointing, especially for sacred rituals performed in the temple, consecrating those like priests, kings and prophets. To be annointed means to be chosen or set apart for a specific role by God, often signified by smearing oil on the body or head, and what is the true meaning of Christ's title as the Messiah?

"The Annointed One."

And yet now, here in Gethsemane, Jesus has rather become the olive. He is the one being crushed, for the sins and pains of the world in the shadow of the Mount of Olives, His blood, like the sacred oil, to be used to annoint us, to not only save us but to make us into something greater than we could ever be by ourselves.

Also, very very interesting that Gethsemane is described as a garden. Only so many gardens are mentioned in the Bible, the most well known and one of the only other named gardens being the Garden of Eden, the paradise where humankind was first created and dwelt with God. Eden was a place of beauty, of innocence, and represented humanity's oneness with the Father.

But when Adam and Eve partook of the fruit of the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil, that innocence was lost, and thus the first man and woman could no longer dwell in Eden, and were driven out. Because of transgression, humankind had fallen.

In Eden's garden, beneath a tree, mankind lost its innocence resulting in the Fall, and became seperated from its creator, but in another garden millennia later, beneath the olive trees, that same creator would begin the agonizing process required to save us and lift us, mankind, from the consequences of that fall, to bring us back to the true garden of the Lord.

In the place of the Oil Press Jesus Christ allowed Himself to be pressed and crushed in our stead, letting Himself to eventually be led to the cross, taking upon Himself the demands of justice so that we might not suffer a similar fate, if we so choose to follow Him.

That is what happened in Gethsemane.

[mizeliza]

I think lower decks should do another time travel episode to the events to trouble with tribbles/trials and tribble-ations so this time they're running around trying not to fuck up two timelines and having heart eyes at twice as many crew members

[silvertherogue715]

Phony - Animatic

@jackofallrabbits fic is really good y'all

Previous art for this fic: Doodle Collection (1) - Cherry Blossom - Geisha!Sun - Buddy bust - More Buddy - Fashion, baby - Pronouns

[duckdodger]

for the mutant mayhem request, what aboute splinter having to sit in the principals office and says “is my son in trouble?” and the principal says “no I believe Leonardo may be autistic” and splinter says “I know”

this ask has been collecting dust in my inbox for months and finally got around to drawing it 😭

[kmesons]

@femslashfortnight day 5: corruption

[sparklychimecho]

UnovaChampion!Emmet AU/Victini AU

Finally I get another part done! Hopefully I can update this more soon!

Victini disappears in between pages, since in the movie Victini hides from most people except the ones they trust.

prologue/part 1/part 2/part 3/part 4/part 5/part 6

[festivating]

after attrition wedding, how do you think the girls spent their night once everyone went home? and their morning after? did they have a honeymoon? i just love them so much i hope they’re happy always

Little ficlet for you, anon! I've missed these idiots. Happy pride.

“Don’t tell me you’re asleep already.”

“I’m not asleep.” Elphaba cracked her good eye open, and smiled at Glinda. “I was waiting for you.”

Glinda laughed as she stepped inside, closing the door behind her and muting the soft chatter that still drifted from down the hall. Elphaba was sprawled on the bed—in the middle of it, mind you, so there was barely any space for Glinda.

But Glinda had just gotten married—in a way that actually mattered!—and she was feeling generous. More importantly, she was feeling cheeky. She pitched her voice down to imitate Elphie’s. “‘I was waiting for you—’?” 

Elphaba laughed, but made no real attempt to move. “I was waiting for you, wife.”

“Clearly not.” Glinda smiled, standing by the foot of the bed. “Since you’re hogging the entire mattress, including my side.”

“What’s yours is mine now,” Elphaba said airily. “Or something.”

“Move.”

“Mmm, I could.” Elphaba still made no effort to. “Or you could just let me hold you.”

“You drive a hard bargain.” Glinda was already climbing in beside her, happily breathing in the familiar scent of earthy oil clinging to Elphaba’s skin. She, like Glinda, was dressed for bed, but Glinda still saw her in white—as she’d looked earlier that day, brilliant and newly hers.

“You didn’t wash your hair,” Elphaba commented, her arms already winding around Glinda.

“Would’ve taken too long to dry,” Glinda mumbled. She waved a hand behind her, spelling the lights off, and nuzzled into the curve of Elphaba’s neck. “And then I couldn’t have done this.”

Elphaba chuckled, resting her chin atop Glinda’s head. “Much appreciated.”

“Anything for my wife.” Glinda giggled, light and girlish, and beamed when Elphaba joined in. “Are you tired, darling?”

“Exhausted.” Elphaba yawned. “Dinner went on too long. I warned you. And letting everyone make speeches? Mistake. I’m pretty sure Crope’s alone was an hour long.”

“He had a lot to say because he’s our dear friend and he loves us.”

“He could’ve skipped the bit about me crashing into his window last year.” Elphaba sniffed, her hands drawing patterns on Glinda’s back. “Quite embarrassing, and added unnecessary padding.”

“I loved to be reminded of that. I’d forgotten.” 

“Let it be forgotten again.” Elphaba gave her a gentle squeeze. “Right along with all the inappropriate wedding gifts he gave us.”

Glinda chuckled against her shoulder. “I’d have thought you’d be excited about those. I truly expected to come back from my bath to find you arranging—”

“I would never,” said Elphaba. 

“What? Are you too tired to consummate our marriage?”

“Who said anything about too tired?” Elphaba scoffed, but another yawn ruined the intended grave effect. “Besides, we have guests in the house.”

“Oh, now you care about propriety? Truly, Elphie, marriage has changed you.”

Elphaba’s laughter rumbled through her chest, comforting and familiar beneath Glinda’s cheek. “I guess you’ve rubbed off on me.”

“Mmm. Pity. Call it intellectual curiosity more than anything else, but I was hoping to test that—”

“Don’t finish that sentence,” Elphaba interrupted, placing a hand over Glinda’s mouth. “We’re respectable now. Married. What will people think if you go around saying such filthy things?”

Glinda licked her palm.

“Wife,” Elphaba said, offended.

“Wife,” Glinda echoed sweetly.

They settled again, the laughter winding down into a comfortable quiet, interrupted only by the distant clatter of someone washing dishes in the kitchen and a dog barking outside. In the darkness, their room felt like a retreat from it all, lit only by the faint gleam of moonlight through the curtains.

After a beat, Elphaba said softly, “It’s strange having the house so full.”

“It is,” Glinda agreed. “Nice, though.”

“Very. And a little overwhelming.”

“And fleeting,” Glinda added, her fingertips tracing idle circles on Elphaba’s collarbone. “They’ll all be gone in a few days. And speaking of the two of us being alone—have you given any thought to our honeymoon?”

Elphaba grimaced, and though Glinda didn’t see it she felt it in her voice. “Oh, are we supposed to have one of those?”

Glinda pinched her side, earning another low laugh. “Elphaba Thropp-Upland, do not play coy with me. You promised me a getaway.”

“I recall promising something more along the lines of a ‘remote place where we won’t have to speak to anyone but each other.’”

“Precisely. Paradise. So? Have you any preferences? The mountains? Lakeside?”

“Nowhere. We have cows to milk.”

“Such a romantic, Elphie. Ha ha. We pay people for that. Now tell me—where would you like to go?”

“Take me wherever you want,” Elphaba mumbled. “No water nearby, if possible.”

“Mountains it is, then.” 

“Mountains, really? Out of all the places in Oz, you want to go to the mountainside? In spring? We’ll swelter.”

“Oh, Elphie. I married you, didn’t I? Clearly, I enjoy making questionable decisions.”

She could already see it in her mind: a cozy cabin tucked away in the northern peaks, the hush of wind through pine trees. No ledgers to take care of and no rumble of machines—Glinda loved the efficiency of them, but even she had to admit sometimes it was too too.

And, more importantly, a chance to kiss Elphaba somewhere no one had ever seen them before. The image made her smile. 

“Fine, mountains,” Elphaba said. “But only for a few days. There’s still work to be done here and I don’t trust anyone to man the operation as well as we do.”

“We will not have a honeymoon that lasts ‘only a few days.’ What is wrong with you? A month at least.”

“A month? We’ll go bankrupt. What will I do? You own my assets now.”

“You own mine. You never had any assets to begin with.” Glinda sighed. “I married below my station. The horror.”

Elphaba gave a snort. “And yet, somehow, you seem happier than ever. Curious.”

“Blissfully so,” Glinda whispered, and drew her wife into a slow, tender kiss. “I love you, darling. Quite tremendously. You spoke very beautiful words earlier, I didn’t tell you how touching they were.”

“You didn’t have to,” Elphaba said. “I mean, you did cry.”

Glinda smacked her shoulder. “Perhaps this whole wedding was a mistake. You get on my nerves far too much.”

“Give me another kiss, my sweet.”

Glinda obliged, obviously.

“You did beautifully, by the by,” Elphaba whispered to her, as if the words would escape this small space between them. “With the wedding, I mean. The venue and the arrangements. I know it was hard, but you outdid yourself.”

Softness unfurled inside Glinda. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t known Elphaba liked their wedding as much as she did, but hearing it out loud made her feel like she was going to cry. She had thought she was done crying for the day, but apparently not.

For her own sake, she decided to go back to teasing. “All that effort, only for you to grow tired of me in a month.”

“A month?” Elphaba chuckled. “Have some faith in my commitment. I give us at least two months before our inevitable scandalous divorce.”

Glinda laughed with her. “Divorce is terribly impractical. So much paperwork.”

“Then we’re stuck with each other?”

“Forever, I’m afraid.”

“How terrible.” 

Elphaba hooked a finger under Glinda’s chin and tilted her up into another kiss—slower, sweeter this time, the kind that lingered. Glinda melted into it, into her, letting her fingers curl at Elphaba’s collar. The night outside pressed quietly against the windows, and the two of them had all the time in the world.

When they parted, Glinda gave a satisfied little sigh and tucked herself closer, her cheek resting over Elphaba’s heart. Sleep was coming now, inevitable and gentle. The bed was warm. Elphaba was warmer.

She reached for her wife’s hand, her thumb brushing over the ridges of Elphaba’s wedding band. The metal was warm, too. It felt like a map beneath her touch—one she knew by heart, one she’d follow anywhere.

[audentesfortunaiuvatt]

Thinking about how Hans wants so badly to save Henry, as if he hasn’t done it numerous times, as if he’s in some kind of debt rather than the silent agreement they do have- to save each other over and over, no matter what.

Thinking about how most of the times when Henry saves Hans it’s a premeditated move, requiring planning, skill, smart thinking. How Henry’s efforts are often visible to Hans, how cared for they make him feel, while simultaneously making him feel like a liability. Hans is supposed to be proving himself, and once again, he’s being rescued by Henry in some kind of spectacle. It also doesn’t help that a lot of these efforts paint Henry in a knightly, heroic light. The chivalrous final stand vs Zizka, rescuing him from the castle where he’s being held, untying him from an enemy encampment, pausing an execution before a crowd of people with evidence of Hans’ nobility. They’re big events, and they have time to settle upon Hans. To make each one of them really felt.

Conversely, Hans often saves Henry in the heat of the moment. I think this says so much about Hans and where his priorities lay, how he saves Henry as if by instinct, how he continually binds their fates together. But because of the nature of these events, he often doesn’t have time to dwell on them, to see them for the incredibly brave decisions they are. In the woods at the Nebakov ambush AND the prologue ambush, Hans stays by Henry’s side, pulls him to safety even at risk to his own life. He gets seriously injured for Henry at Bozhena’s home, it’s such a heroic move, but in getting injured himself there’s nothing to be gained, no witnesses beyond outcasts.

Not that this necessarily matters to them. They both save each other because of the deep care they hold for each other. But the risks to Henry’s life are far greater- Hans is a ransom target, but Henry wouldn’t be granted such mercy. Hans has to act fast to save him, and he does! He does exactly what he needs to do to keep Henry alive, just as heroic and brave as Henry, but without the recognition, even on a personal level. He doesn’t know just how much he does for Henry.

[auroreliis]

OMGGG!! Imagine platonic yandere batfam and reader on a vacation at the beach on a privat Island. Would you like to do headcanons/or a scenario (you can decide) of it. Hope you have a good day/night!!

Aaaaa anon <333 We had the same idea <3333 Thank you so much!!!

Perhaps a little late for summer, but inspiration only struck me now!!! <33

Also, I wrote this on like 4 energy drinks so forgive any spelling errors

Also it's not edited or anything...

If reception is positive on this one, I might make a part 2 with the other characters, so let me know if you'd be interested in that :)

Platonic Yandere!Batfamily

Summary: The Batfamily takes you to their private island for summer vacation.

It was just you. Just you and the gently lapping of the waves against the shore. Finally, some alone time. You had to make the most of it, since you were convinced that it wouldn’t last long.

It was about 8 o’clock in the morning. Bruce, Damian and Stephanie had left the island for whatever reason. Dick was either at home or at main beach, looking for you. You had come here about half an hour ago, surely they would’ve noticed your absence and the fact that you had left your phone at home. They were going to chip you eventually, you had come to accept that. However, you certainly enjoyed the time you had away from them whenever they couldn’t find you.

Jason was probably inside the villa. He wasn’t particularly fond of the heat outside. Either that or he’d gone swimming to cool off. Cassandra could’ve been looking for you. Maybe she had already found you.

Instinctively, you looked around. No one was in sight. Then again, she probably wouldn’t let herself be seen anyway.

The shore surrounding the island was wider at the main beach. Here, it was only a few feet wide. Behind you laid a sparse palm forest. Cassandra could certainly hide there. Whatever. You wouldn’t find her anyway. Besides, she would have probably come to talk to you. Probably.

Where would Duke and Tim be? At the villa, right? Where else would they be? Hopefully not looking for you.

Now that you had considered it, you were probably being observed by someone. And if you weren’t, then soon, you would be.

Whatever, just take your mind off it. Think of something else, like…the beautiful beach you’re at. Yes, it is much nicer to think about the gentle breeze. How wonderful. Just you, the beach and the ocean.

You hadn’t ever been at a private beach, so this was a unique experience. All of this belonged to you. Well it actually belonged to your new family, but still, it almost belonged to you.

Your soul nearly left your body at the sound of rustling coming from behind you.

“Hi”, Tim waved nervously after you had spotted him sneaking up on you.

You didn’t feel like answering, so you just turned back to the ocean. Wanting to engage with you somehow, Tim sat down on the sand next to you.

“So…what are you doing here?”, he kept looking at you, but you tried very hard to ignore his gaze.

“Just sitting.”

“Well, I can tell that, but why here? Why not on the main beach? Dick and Jason are scrambling to find you there.”

You had thought that was the case.

“I wanted to be alone.”, you emphasized every word.

He chuckles nervously. That was it. He didn’t say anything. That told you everything you needed to know: He was only here to annoy you.

“How did you even find me?”, you turned to him, your voice tinged with frustration.

“Find you? Oh, I wasn’t looking for you, I just wanted to go somewhere alone. You know, somewhere peaceful”, he turned to the ocean, as though in deep thought,”I get it, you know. You also want to be alone sometimes.”

If he “gets it”, then why is he always right behind you?

“I think you and I have a lot more in common than you think”, he said, crossing his arms on his propped up knees and turning to you.

The audacity to say something like that made you shudder.

“I think you’re full of shit”, you wouldn’t let him think that he’s getting closer to you. You could never like someone like him.

He tried to hide his frown, but you saw right through him,”That’s pretty mean, you know. I’m just trying to connect with you.”

He didn’t say it directly, but you knew his words were a warning. Bruce had talked to you about this. You were allowed to have your opinions about them, but being overly rude was a violation of the rules—rules, which he made up. In other words, if Tim thought you were being mean, then you were being mean. Against this, there would be no arguing.

Well, you know what they say: If you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all.

“Ahem, I’m trying to connect with you…”, Tim persisted. You merely pursed your lips and nodded.

Noticing the awkward silence, he spoke again, ”So, will you go swimming?”

You shook your head.

He nodded, “Yes, it isn’t that hot yet, so there’s no need to cool off, I suppose.”

“Well”, he turned to you with a smile, his determination unwavering, “What would you like for breakfast? Alfred already started preparing something. Let’s head back and let him know what you want before he finishes.” But wouldn’t Alfred already know your preference? Perhaps this was Tim’s idea of “bonding”…

Still, his offer seemed tempting, since you hadn’t eaten yet. However, you weren’t jumping at the idea of going back only to place your order with Alfred and then get dragged off to go swimming by either Jason or Dick. Or worse, Tim.

Only now that you felt the hopelessness more intensely, did you begin to question things. Why did Tim always find you first. And how? They didn’t secretly chip you, did they?

…Did they?

Asking them wouldn’t result in an honest answer, so you didn’t really see a point in it. But how else would you figure it out?

You supposed the best person to ask was Bruce—AKA. Dad. He was likely the only person who would answer truthfully…as long as you behaved properly, that is.

“Is dad home yet?”, you turned to Tim, ignoring his previous rambling.

“Oh uh, I’m not sure. Shall we go check together?”, Tim scrambled to use every opportunity he was given, despite being caught off guard.

Perhaps it won’t get any better than this: Mediocre at best.

“Fine, let’s go.”

From the corner of your eye, after Tim grabbed your hand, you saw his smile widen remarkably.

The walk was long and awkward. Your older brother was desperately trying to talk about something, anything, that would catch your interest. Meanwhile, you were silent for the most part.

You had to admit, the villa was quite nice (if only it came without the addition of desperate, touch starved reprobates). Despite having your own room, you were forced to share a room—and often even a bed—with someone, unless you gained Bruce’s special favour for the day.

Luckily, Damian, the person you had to share the room with last night, had left very early in the morning. You weren’t sure how long ago, though, since the letter he’d written to inform you of his absence was…detailed, to say the least. Surely it would’ve taken him more than an hour to even come up with it, let alone write it. What a waster of paper. He didn’t have to say anything at all…

Entering the cool living room made you relax enough to finally engage with Tim, “Um…are Jay and Dick home, or…?”

In respone, he laughed, “Oh, no. I didn’t tell them that you’re with me. They’re probably still looking for you at the main beach. Dick went on about how we shouldn’t let you go anywhere alone in case you drowned or something like that.”

“Wait, what? But I know how to swim! Please tell Bruce that Dick’s rule is unnecessary…I already have enough restrictions, don’t I?” You panicked.

“Well…” He grinned, “That depends on what you’ll do for me in exchange.”

Even sighing was tiring for you at this point, “Fine, I’ll sleep in your room tonight.”

“Until the end of the week, or no deal.”

Holding back a groan, you responded, “Fine, whatever, just…work your magic, okay?” He nodded eagerly.

“Greeting, Masters. Breakfast is almost prepared”, Alfred appeared from the kitchen.

“Hi. Alfred, did you make-”

“Your favourite? Of course I did”, Alfred interrupted.

“…Right.” You should’ve known, to be fair, “Well, when will it be done?”

“When Master Bruce and Master Damian return”

“What about Steph? Isn’t she returning?” If she didn’t return at all, your life would improve considerably.

“Oh, Steph? She wanted to stay in the city for a bit, probably to buy you gifts or something”, Tim responds in Alfred’s stead.

“Gifts…? You don’t think she’ll, you know, make me play dress-up again, right?”, the thought sent a shiver down your spine. In this heat? There was no way you’d wear layers upon layers of clothes just because she was bored. You immediately left the living room, leaving Tim and Alfred behind.

While waiting for everyone to return to eat breakfast, you went and hid somewhere in the villa to avoid social interractions. And hopefully the heat. It was very hot.

[jambalaya-enthusiast]

Pleaseeeee I crave Jimmy x Curly's wife!reader let that envious bastard take what he believes he rightfully deserves, maybe even right in front of Curly as some kind of fucked up power play :)

Tainted.

WARNING: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT/DARK CONTENT/RAPE.

Please read at your own discretion.

ever since the day that he laid his eyes upon you,he knew that he just had to make you his,no questions asked.

on that fateful day,when Curly decided to introduce you to his bestfriend,you immediately picked up an odd vibe from him...you didn't like how intensely he maintained eye contact with you whenever you were talking.. nothing wrong with being attentive,but it just felt as though he was staring right into your soul with those piercing brown eyes of his.

you didn't like how it started off as little thing,just the slight touch of hand,which you ruled off as accidents,because he was quick to apologise.

but then,the incessant attention started...it started off small...minor things,such as following you on every social media platform that you had. him being the first person to like all of your posts, commenting innocent little things...you still decided to think nothing of it as you thought that jimmy was simply just some guy without a social filter.

Oh how fucking wrong you were.

It didn't make sense how he wanted to move into you and your boyfriend's apartment because he got kicked out of his,it didn't make sense how curly...just let him...

You tried your best to explain to your innocent boyfriend that you didn't like this sudden turn of events,and the lack of privacy,since jimmy practically didn't let you have any alone time with curly. It's almost as if he just didn't know when to stop lurking.

Despite all,you still decided to trust your boyfriend's judgement.

Then,it finally happened. You awoke one night to sudden movements in your bedroom,you tossed to the side to find the bed empty...your boyfriend was missing, groggily you reached for your phone on the nightstand next to your bed, twitching your eyes you turned your phone on,with the silent humming of the AC in the background,accompanied by the sound of you breathing.

2:47 AM

Curly Bear 🐻❤️ : babe,sorry I didn't want to wake you up. y'know how pretty you look when you sleep haha, didn't wanna ruin it. The company called,they said there were some urgent paperwork that needed to be dealt with at the earliest. I had no choice but to leave sweet pea, don't worry I'll be back in no time. Love you.

You smiled at your phone,you were about to doze right off when you realised something......something felt..off. it was almost like a primal instinct kicking in,you felt the classic feeling that they talk about in horror stories ... You felt as if you were being watched. the feeling was so intense that you could practically feel the bile raising against your throat.

You gathered every ounce of courage that you had in you,and turned on your phone's flashlight.

there it was. there he was.

you felt as if you were gonna die.

there was jimmy,standing at the foot of your bed like a goddamn statue.

"Jimmy....?".

you wanted to yell out,but what came out was only a faint whisper.

Then suddenly as if the world had just stopped he pounced onto you like a fucking animal,you attempted to scream,but we was quick to place his hand on your mouth, conveniently stopping any noise from coming out.

'I had been waiting for this for so...so fucking long'.

you could practically see the craze in his eyes,those weren't the eyes of a human being..no no no...those eyes could only be compared to those of a deranged wild beast.

then out of no where,your clothes were suddenly ripped off of you,you could feel the cold air of the room pierce your skin painfully as you struggled to move or even breathe,his hand was also covering your nose. You whined,did everything in your power to stop him from doing what he was going to. But it was already too late.

without a single warning,you felt him push into you so hard, without any protection,no nothing. It hurt so fucking bad,you wanted to scream,to yell,to cry,but you could only just helplessly watch what that man whom your partner considered his 'best friend' was doing to you,he thrusted in and out of you as you were a ragdoll.

Jimmy then temporarily removed his hand from your mouth only to replace it with his own,he roughly smashed his lips onto yours,you could taste cigarettes, liquor and a hint of those mint jellies which he for some reason had a weird obsession with. his tongue travelled every corner of your mouth,while tears flowed through your eyes like a goddamn waterfall.

with his final thrusts,you could feel that he was coming to his peak,and with a final thrust,you felt the inside of your stomach get filled with something warm..you felt fuzzy, almost dumb,your face was covered with drool and your hair all scattered.

with all of it over and one,he suddenly placed a kiss on your forehead,and whispered,

"if you tell curly any of this,I'll make sure to do this in front of him the next time".

and with that he returned to his own room,as if nothing had happened,as if your entire life wasn't just turned upside down. as if he didn't just shatter a person into something they would never recover from.