#im forgetting every cookie ever

[jostansbandc]

cookie run... random cutes...

[devotedsweetheart]

・❥ OVERSTIM WITH CALEB (PART 1) !

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ rundown :: some scenarios in which caleb would react to being overstimulated !!!

WARNINGS :: NSFW! 18+, sub!caleb, dom!reader, dacryphilia, overstimulation, phone sex, edging

a/n :: if you can count how many times i wrote overstim/overstimulation i'll give you a cookie. lmk if you want a part two! <333

caleb would definitely adore being overstimulated. after all, he loves everything that involves you!

PHONE SEX :: he would deny, deny, deny every time you'd tease him... but late at night when he'd jack off he'd be thinking to the memories of what you'd do to him. all the begging,, squirming,, crying... it's all he ever thought about. the obsession got to the point where he's considered actually asking you to film him while you give him a handjob just so he can imagine it better when he's away from you... but it doesn't stop there. he's so bad that he'll even obey you when you guys masturbate on the phone together, going faster on himself even when he's already came ; his tip all red and angry. "good boy, caleb.. im so proud of you. keep going, just like that... squeeze yourself tighter baby, yeah. good..." you'd say into the microphone, forcing him past his limit. you wouldn't get much of a response as he's currently putting all his energy into trying to listen to you.. but a few whimpers will do just fine!!

TYING HIM UP :: he would often plead nonstop; hips stuttering down into the mattress in an attempt to run away. but his attempts are futile as he agreed to let you tie him up beforehand... before he knew your true intentions. he loves to be tied up!! regardless if you're overstimming him or not. you often hear the rattling of the bed frame hitting against the wall (accustomed by his awfully loud moans) when he tries to break free from his restraints while you're working your magic. although he may want to get away from the intense pleasure you bring him, he cant help the way he leaks a bit out onto your hand, acting as natural lube; his cock practically begging you to go faster... :(

THE FIRST TIME :: the first time you even tried to do it he was so taken aback he cried. big crocodile tears all running down his face, hands grasping at your sides while he gasped and hiccuped for you to stop. "holyfffffuck y/n pleasepleaseplease i c-cant-" he'd say, eyes squeezed shut and head thrown back. he wouldn't have any control over his body or dick... heck he wouldnt be able to feel his body because of all the sensations going through him. his toes would curl and he was desperate to try and get you off of him, his little scrambled brain couldn't tell whether or not he loved or hated the pleasure:/. after you wiggled your hips a little more on him, he couldnt help but cum one more time inside you. "baby please! i-im.. fuck!nononono im cumming ohmygod-" and with that, his back would arch and his mouth would open in the cutest little scream. cuddles and encouraging words were needed after... tell him how good he was for you and that you were sorry if you went too hard... you just couldnt help it!

PUNISHMENT :: when he's done something bad he already knows he's in for it, waiting anxiously for you to find out what hes done. whether it's stealing your panties for the 100th time or your bra to cum on for the 150th time.. whatever it is, he knows you'll figure it out eventually. and when you do... not only do we have overstimulating, we're bringing in ruined orgasms, edging, slapping.. you name it!!! he loves when you edge him the most, only because he knows you'll give into him in the end. with all his begging and whining.. "please pips please.. i'll be so good next time i promise im sorry. i know i've been bad and you have all the right to be mad.. but dont do this to me. please." paired with the puppy dog eyes.. you cant help it. the same scenario would come up when you'd ruin his precious orgasms right after. he'd always forget about what happened last time and get his hopes up that you'd let him cum, but when the time comes and it's there, when his muscles lock up and eyes roll back... you stop. he cums regardless but it is so unpleasant and sad.. his cock twitching into nothing as small white streams come out of it. opening his eyes, he'd look up at you and sob.. thrusting his hips in the air for any type of friction. buuuut when you do end up touching him, the overstimulation makes its appearance. "what is it, love? i thought you wanted this. shut your pretty mouth and take it." you have to raise your voice to say this as his incoherent words are drowning you out, & when you've finally had enough of his babbling and no responses; slapping sounds like a great idea. it always shuts him up. "did you fucking hear me? take. it. no talking."

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ in conclusion :: overstimulate him and you'll get a (cute) mess of a boy. ;)

[sturnsmadl]

christmas bf!chris headcannons!

warnings!- swearing, suggestion of sex, mostly fluff, no actual smut, cute bf chris, mentions of pregnancy.

divider by @canon-in-too-deep !!

a/n at the bottom :)

bf!chris who spends months finding the perfect gift.

bf!chris who made sure your bedroom was fully decorated for when you got home from work.

"fucking stupid ass lights."

bf!chris who was so excited to suprise you.

"i hate my boss."

"well your're gonna love me."

"why...?"

bf!chris who makes sure your christmas is as special as possible.

"you like it..?"

"wow..thank you baby.."

bf!chris who knows you never really used to celebrate christmas.

"so. some people get stockings, some people get christmas eve boxes."

"mhm.."

bf!chris who loves making cookies with you.

"lets do a decorating competition."

"okay!"

bf!chris who always has to make dirty jokes.

"ill bend you over this counter."

"chris!"

bf!chris who basically forced you to spend christmas with his family.

"nooo!"

"babe im not leaving you across the country, on your own, on christmas. pack now."

bf!chris who gets you the most thoughtful presents.

"wow..omg- wait-"

"hey. hey dont cry."

"omg..thank you.."

bf!chris who makes sure his family are aware you're his.

"hey cutie. who are you?"

"my girl. thats who."

"oh- i-"

"yeah. keep it moving buddy."

"who was that..?"

"one of my stupid ass cousins."

bf!chris who decides to make christmas the day you won't forget.

"will you marry me..?"

"what."

bf!chris who makes the cutest instagram post for it.

christophersturniolo im officially engaged to my best friend,very excited for our new life together. merry christmas to you all.

bf!chris who needs to piss you off atleast once a day.

"ill cut your jellycats head off."

"dude. fuck off."

"love you baby."

bf!chris who says the wildest things when tired.

"let me get you pregnant for christmas."

"chris!"

"imagine you cute and full of my baby."

"night chris."

"night baby. merry christmas."

a/n- its basically christmas in the uk so merry christmas to you all i hope you have the best day every thank you so much for all the support you're the best gift i've ever got <3

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[cineatros]

⋆˙⟡ must be love.

⋆˙⟡ pairing: manon bannerman x 7th!member reader ⋆˙⟡ about: it’s supposed to be a simple trip—just you, the snow, and a board beneath your feet, but then manon joins and suddenly, the air feels warmer. the silence feels louder. she says she wants to learn, but you’re starting to wonder who’s really teaching who. ⋆˙⟡ genre: fluff fluff fluff ⋆˙⟡ wc: 1.2k ⋆˙⟡ tune in: must be love by laufey ⋆˙⟡ a/n: as promised a fluff! not my best one tho, but i tried to make one T-T. I'll make another one cuz im not really satisfied with this. oh and i'll try to start on my smau hehe, and try to make a sabrina or jenna fic :D

It started with a Weverse post.

Just a photo of the chalet, half-covered in snow like powdered sugar dusted over gingerbread, with a lazy caption that barely hinted at anything: “Back home for a bit. Time to fall on my face snowboarding again ⛷️❄️”

Meant as a joke. Meant as a “don’t forget I exist” kind of thing.

I didn’t expect the flood of comments, or the stream of DMs from our fans. But most of all, I didn’t expect Manon to come knocking on my door five minutes later—literally, not metaphorically—still in her pajama pants, holding her phone like it had personally offended her.

“You didn’t think to invite me?” she said, pouting like I’d just eaten the last cookie.

I blinked at her, rubbing my eyes. “Invite you where?”

“Switzerland. Snow. Boards. You. What do you mean ‘where’?”

I laughed, thinking she was just teasing. But Manon wasn’t joking. She crossed her arms, stubborn. “You’re gonna teach me how to snowboard. That’s what’s happening. You promised once. You said if I ever came with you, you’d teach me.” “I’m dead serious,” she said. “You promised”

“I did?” I asked, still groggy.

She nodded, determined. “You did. On the tour bus. In Tokyo. You said if I ever came with you, you’d teach me how to snowboard.”

Of course she remembered. I vaguely did too. I probably said it in passing, like I always do when I’m too tired to filter myself. Still, I didn’t think she’d actually take me up on it.

But now she stood there with her bottom lip sticking out and her eyes all wide and serious and a duffle bag already packed behind her.

So I said yes.

The flight was quiet, save for the moments she kept humming the melody from one of our unreleased songs, except for the moment Manon fell asleep on my shoulder and drooled a little bit , but I didn’t mind. I kind of smiled to myself, tugged the blanket higher over her, and let her sleep. Switzerland in late winter was pure magic. The kind of cold that wakes you up without hurting. 

My family’s vacation home sat tucked away in the Swiss Alps like a secret. The house was warm with pine-scented candles and the fireplace my mom insisted on lighting even if it wasn’t that cold inside. My brothers dropped by to say hi, and Manon charmed them within minutes, laughing at their jokes, stealing bites of fondue, slipping into our little world so easily it almost hurt. I watched her make my older brother laugh until he cried. That was new.

She always had this way of doing that. Blending in, but somehow shining just a little brighter than everyone else.

We hit the slopes the next morning.

“Okay,” I said, strapping on my board and tightening my gloves. “Are you sure you’ve never done this before?”

Manon looked up at me from where she was awkwardly trying to balance on her board, an innocent expression plastered across her face. “Not really, no. I mean, a little. I went skiing once. Does that count?”

“That’s not the same.”

“It’s slippery snow things. Same vibe.”

“Right.” I laughed. “This is going to be a disaster.”

It wasn’t, though. Or rather—it was, but in the best way.

Manon pretended to be clueless, but I caught her adjusting her stance just a little too well. And every time I gave her advice, she already seemed to know what I was going to say. She let herself fall a lot, though. Mostly into me.

“Oops,” she’d say, her laugh muffled against my jacket.

“You totally did that on purpose.”

“Nooo,” she’d drawl. “Never.”

But the way she looked up at me from the snow, grinning like a devil in a beanie, told me otherwise.

After a few hours and a lot of falling—real or otherwise—we collapsed near the edge of one of the quieter trails, just past a ridge where the snow dipped into soft rolling hills. The sky was blushing pink, the sun slow and syrupy as it slid behind the peaks. I pulled off my gloves, breath fogging in front of me, cheeks flushed.

Manon flopped beside me in the snow, still laughing from her last fall. “Okay,” she said, rolling onto her back. “You’re a good teacher.”

“Liar.”

“No, really. I only almost died three times. That’s a win.”

I chuckled and stretched out next to her, watching the sky change. Everything was quiet up there. No fans, no cameras, no pressure. Just cold air and the smell of pine and the sound of her breath beside mine.

She turned to me, her hair a mess of curls escaping her hat.

“You really love it here,” she said softly.

I nodded, squinting up at the sky. “It’s the only place that doesn’t feel loud. It’s quiet without being empty. You know?”

“Yeah,” she whispered. “I do.”

We were quiet again, the kind that feels full instead of empty. I watched the sun kiss the snow golden. Manon was watching me.

Then she said it.

Not loud. Not dramatic. Just—

“You’re really pretty when you’re not paying attention.”

I blinked. “Huh?”

She sat up fast, panic flashing across her face. “Wait, I didn’t— That came out weird. I just meant— You look…happy. Here. It’s nice. You’re nice.”

I laughed. “You’re rambling.”

“I know,” she groaned, flopping back down. “Ignore me. It’s the altitude.”

But then, quieter: “I think I might be in love with you.”

The words were soft. No drama. No buildup. Just a quiet, accidental slip. Like she’d said it a million times in her head and finally forgot to keep it there.

I sat up slowly. My breath caught. “Wait, what?”

Her eyes squeezed shut. “I didn’t mean to say that. I mean, I did, but not like this. I know we say ‘I love you’ a lot in the group, but I don’t mean it like that. I mean—”

A pause.

“—not in a friendly way. I love you, and I didn’t plan on telling you, but you looked like that and it just sort of happened.”

I stared at her. My heart was thudding like a drum line in my chest.

She was looking everywhere but at me now, cheeks red—but maybe from the cold, maybe from everything else. I sat up slowly, brushing snow from my coat.

“Manon.”

She groaned. “Don’t. It’s okay. You don’t have to say anything. I’ll just—”

“I love you too,” I said finally.

Her head snapped up. She blinked. “Like—?”

“Like,” I added, shifting so I was facing her directly, “not in the group, we’re-besties kind of way. I think I’ve been trying not to think about it. Maybe I didn’t want to mess things up. Pretending it was something else. But it’s not. It’s you.”

Manon blinked. “Oh.”

For a beat, neither of us moved.

And then we were laughing again — breathless, snow-damp, joy bubbling up in our chests like we didn’t know where else to put it..

She leaned in, slowly, like she wasn’t sure if it was okay.

I met her halfway.

Our lips were cold, noses red, teeth clinking a little from nerves and cold. But it was still perfect. It was real.

Somewhere in the distance, the sky melted from pink to lavender. The stars were just starting to wake up.

Later, when we walked back to the chalet, Manon’s glove slipped into mine. 

We didn’t say much. 

We didn’t need to.

She leaned her head against my shoulder as we trudged through the snow.

And for the first time in a long time, I didn’t feel the need to post about it.

Some things, I think, are just for us.

[pureshadough]

crk reread - prologue

(long post with lots of images under the cut!)

why the fuck are the prologue cutscenes so low quality and bitcrunched?

are the ancients ever referred to as just The Five anywhere else in game? i think it's literally just in this single instance. very strange

soul jam's nature was so Dubious during prelaunch. are they unique to the virtue holders specifically, or a universal concept given a title and Emphasis for these exceptionally strong instances of them? we have soul stones which are described as having their essence, but its never been particularly clear if each individual cookie has a soul stone as like, their actual SOUL or not, and if souljam is moreover supposed to be synonymous in this use-case. i think devsis probably didn't really know themselves until a bit of a ways in. interesting to look back on

i have a deep appreciation for how all of the ancients get crowns & diagrams of their kingdoms behind them EXCEPT for lily

and if you didnt manage to catch on to the fact she was the odd one out of the group, this quad shot spells it out even clearer

do we ever see the flags for hb and gc's kingdoms outside of this cutscene? can't remember. surely we do

I still have no fucking idea how she's here for this.

god damn kim has been putting her heart into every single pv line since day one. i need more people to listen to the korean voice acting for this game the delivery is genuinely so fucking excellent across the board

the use of eternity in this sentence is. Interesting.

IVE NEVER NOTICED THAT THEY BOTH START TO CRUMBLE DURING THIS??? dark moon magic is some wild shit my dude

these early early game (practically prototype) cutscenes are SO strange looking by comparison to today. lily looks like shes from a newgrounds flash animation from 2008 here. wet cat

ever wondered why the vanilla kingdom is permanently airborne?

Yeah

it wasn't always airborne

you can also briefly catch the souljams scattering across earthbread in that shot!

small detail people often forget about: while many cookies have indeed escaped the witches grasp after being baked before, im of the understanding here that gingerbrave is uniquely the only cookie to have ever escaped from inside the oven itself, mid-baking process. the kid also manages to avoid most every hazard for the unknowable amount of time he was running before he at last passed out from exhaustion after attacking a wolf. King shit

corporate wants you to find the difference between these two images

oh what the fuck i COMPLETELY forgot about this. all of them knew each other pre-game! what! sure!

okay now This.

are we ever gonna come back around to this one devsis because What the fuck are you talking about. Why. Does this not completely undercut everything going on with white lily. In the first 15 minutes of playtime. WHY DOES STRAWBERRY PROCEED TO NEVER BRING THIS UP AGAIN. GINGERBRAVE DOESNT EVEN ACKNOWLEDGE THIUS AT ALL IN THE MOMENT???? ITS SO DARK IN HERE

the sugar gnomes immediately approaching three Actual Children when they happen to congregate within the ruins of the old kingdom they lived at and going REBUILD SOCIETY is so fucking funny to me

i know the intentions of most of this is near-exclusively to teach the player the base game mechanics but the concept of cookie cutters as they function in the gacha being a Real Thing in this universe is so. ????!?!??!?!?!??!?

i recall wizard gets disproven here a few chapters later but Man even the game cant decide on which variation of its lore to go with

SUMMONING BEACON

ahhh yes good old chili pepper and her singular personality trait of Is A Thief. i will be skipping most of her dialogue henceforth

will we EVER elaborate on what this fucking power from "The Legends" is supposed to be. Ever. We are so far removed from this initial plot at this point. devsis has the opportunity to bring back the funniest chekhovs gun in all of fiction

custard cookie's korean performance makes him INFINITELY more tolerable to listen to. dare i say its Cute, Even. he's just a little guy.

thats about it for prologue besides a bunch of really short & unvoiced tutorial cutscenes. I am forever haunted by the fact like 70% of the details established in this like 45 minute stretch have been pretty much completely abandoned in the modern day. GOD I WISH THEY DID ANYTHING WITH STRAWBERRY SEEING A COOKIE GET EATEN. ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME. i remembered she had *a* scene involving a witch encounter but not whatever the hell they were trying to do with THIS. The missed potential for her to have the most insane possible conversations with DE/lily. A literal nine year old coped better with seeing god consume its own creation than her. Fuck.

[thelov3lybookworm]

Don't Tease Me

Summary: She never closes her side of the bond. Then why now?

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Word Count: 722

Warnings: a tinyyy tiny bit of angst, like TINYYYY. like its just rhysie being a scared lil munchkin. fluffy at the end, and also its smol.

A/n: based on this request by my most fav anon ever cus like YOURE AMAZING YOU KNOW THAT??? THANK YOU FOR THIS ASK POOKIE ILY SJHASFJHDFJDHA

but no seriously, this was so sweet to receive and im glad you chose me to write this. im sorry this is a bit small, but i hope you like it nonetheless 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

anyways, enjoyyy🥹🤭

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Closing off the bond while in a meeting was almost a routine for Rhysand, one he had discussed at length with his mate before.

He knew that there was a chance he’d get mad at these meetings, especially if these meetings were in hewn city and did not want her to worry. She was a sweetheart and would worry about every little thing. Rhysand did not want her to stress herself.

But they had never, not once, talked about her closing her side of the bond.

Since the two had accepted the bond and felt the other’s soul on the other end of that sacred thread, Y/n had refused to close off the bond, telling him it made her feel happy knowing he was hers and it was fated by higher powers. That they had ended together, that they were happy.

So when Rhysand walked out of the meeting room in hewn city- desperately controlling the urge to sneer at Keir’s back like a petulant child- and opened his side of the bond again, the lack of warmth from his mate’s side was enough to cool off all the blood in his body.

"Cassian, Y/n has closed the bond. I can’t feel her." Rhysand turned to Cassian, his throat closing up.

Cassian only raised a brow. "So?"

Rhysand’s mouth dropped open. "What do you mean so? She never does that!"

Cassian only clapped him on the shoulder. "It’s nothing, I’m sure of it. By the way, do you think I could take a female home? Last time I’d seen one who was very hot-"

But Rhysand was already travelling through the wards and out into the open skies, wondering how Cassian thought the well being of Rhysand’s mate was less important than which females to bed at hewn city.

Rhysand could have sworn he’d never flown so quickly before, winnowing as much as he could and flying in between.

He was so sure he was going to lose his mind.

He arrived at the town house, but after at least calling for his mate five times and a quick, thorough search of the house, he realised that she was not there.

Maybe the house of wind?

But Ann could not fly, only being a quarter illyrian. And she was not going to take the stairs. She would always tell Rhys it was too dramatic, the amount of stairs.

What if someone took her? Faebane? No no no.

The thought only made him travel faster, and soon he was landing on the front porch of the small, quaint house his mate had insisted on buying near the woods.

She better be here, or I’m going to tear apart Prythian searching for her.

He pushed open the door with more force than necessary, making even himself jump. But the sight of Y/n starting as she whipped around to look at Rhysand with wide, disbelieving eyes made him forget everything.

All he could think of was how much he adored this female.

"Rhys? What is going on?" The sweet notes of his mate’s voice reached out to Rhysand’s ears, wrapping around him like the gentle caress of spring as she drew closer.

Rhysand shook his head, unable to form words as he stared at her, swallowing.

Her brows furrowed when he didn’t answer. "Rhys? Is something wrong?"

Rhys swallowed again, dragging a hand down his face before reaching out to grab her arms. He pulled her in closer, his eyes boring into hers. "Why is your side of the bond closed, darling?"

Y/n sighed. "I was baking, but I accidentally burned the cookies. I didn’t want you to feel my frustration." She searched his eyes. "Did something happen?"

Rhys sighed, thinking about how he’d gone into a frenzy. "No, I was just worried about you."

Y/n smiled. "Aww, I’m touched!"

Rhys grinned, feeling his heart settle back into position from where it had climbed up his throat. Y/n settled against his chest, and he sighed, finally feeling calm again as he leaned down and nipped at her ear. "Stop teasing me."

Y/n squealed, trying to back off. But Rhysand did not let her, wrapping his arms tightly around her thighs and throwing her over his shoulders.

"I wasn’t teasing!" She yelled as she squirmed.

"Sure you weren’t, sweetheart."

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[mia-can-yap-too]

What?:- Gojo, a renowned youtuber, goes to a haunted house with his girlfriend and cameraman, you!

Warnings:- crack, ghosts, fluff but its not centered tbh, creaking doors

Gojo beams into the camera. Behind him, the mansion stands tall, and the cold wind adds onto the spooky vibes.

"Alright guys, today we're doing something extra spooky. I'm dragging my favorite person in the world–", he takes the camera and points it at you, "–into a haunted mansion to hunt ghosts!"

You deadpan and take the camera back. "I said I'd help you film, not get possessed."

He winks at you and chuckles. "Same thing, babe."

Turning around, he walts into the mansion like he owns the place, and you follow close behind, clutching the camera as if it's your only lifeline. (It is).

Inside the mansion, the floorboards creak with every step. Dust coats everything that spiderwebs don't.

You pan the camera across the room as Gojo pokes the furniture as if it personally insulted his sunglasses.

"Yup, definitely haunted, it can feel it in my Six Eyes," he says, acting nonchalant.

You look over and sigh. "Satoru, you're standing on a summoning circle."

He wastes no time stepping off of it. When he catches your amused glance, he pretends he isn't startled. "Strategically repositioning. Not scared."

Just as you're about to call him out on his bullshit, a door slams shut, which makes both of you jump (even though only one of you will admit it).

"Yup, no, I'm not doing this. I quit."

Gojo holds your hand reassuringly.

"You can't do that. You signed a contract," he smiles nervously, eyes darting around for signs of danger.

"You drew that in crayon!"

Determined to get some 'real action', he drags you upstairs.

You focus the camera on him as he looks around.

As he's on a rant about how 'not scared' he is, a door opens behind him.

You gasp. "Satoru, behind you!"

He turns dramatically. "If this is one of your attempts to get me to scream on camera—"

The door slams shut. Lights start flickering. Whispering starts.

Wide-eyed, he clings onto you. "...okay, you weren't joking."

"I better get a raise after this..."

Not long after, you two find a ghost. Since you both have W survival instincts, the two of you start running off.

Gojo makes sure you're ahead of him, ready to unleash his karate skills if it got too close to you.

Panting, you scream," YOU SAID THIS WAS FOR CONTENT!"

"AND IT IS! THE GHOST IS THE CONTENT!"

You shove the camera into his hands. "THEN YOU HOLD THE CAMERA."

Now, you and Gojo stand outside the mansion, breathless. You're a mess while Gojo, somehow, still looks perfect as always.

He beams into the camera once more. "Don't forget to like, comment, and subscribe! Also, drop some hearts in the comment section for my brave cameraperson who will never go inside a haunted house with me ever again!"

Thanking God, you stop filming. "Next time, let's just do some simple shit like baking cookies."

"Only if they're ghost shaped."

a/n:- guess who forgot about her exam tomorrow!!!! yeah im so fucked. but whatever. hope u enjoyed it and "dont forget to like, comment and subscribe!"

[milessunflowers]

any t4t!oscar thoughts? 👀

omg so many!

trans!oscar piastri x trans! reader

synopsis: as requested, my thoughts abt t4t with oscar!

author's note: vinnie omg this has sparked so many ideas for this! i fell asleep before i could answer it last night but im back at and now my thoughts are consumed. as always, request are open so feel free to send as many as you want, as long as they follow guidelines!

first thing that came to mind was when you both came out to each other. like neither one of you expected it and were shocked (in a good way) to find out. went out for a little dinner date after with goofy grins

i think when one of you is dysphoric, the other usually gets slightly dysphoric as well, just not as bad. but then it turns into a lazy day full of watching movies and cuddles and junk food

you borrow each other's clothes more than you wear your own cuz it makes you feel better to wear them (you both refuse to start buying those types of clothes and continue to steal each others)

your parents love him and his parents love you. it makes both sides equally happy and excited that you both found someone that knows the process and makes you guys happy

dates usually aren't super extravagant but small, thoughtful ones. like if one of you wants to stay home, you order in from their favorite place. if one of you guys wants to go to a museum or something, you go to the museum

you cook mainly because i feel like oscar would burn everything down (didn't he use the oven to dry his clothes?)

but i also feel like oscar can bake like good ass cookies and that's about it. he tried brownies and cakes and other baked goods but they all ended up burnt

anything the other needs help with, whether with hormones or getting them anything they need, you guys with always do it

kinda like how oscar is already, but he doesn't post too much about your relationship as he wants to keep things private but not a secret just because he doesn't like the press asking personal questions

sometimes you both just sit in a comfortable silence going about your task, occasionally saying a thing or two

just based off the video with lando and him, oscar's love language i feel is acts of service or words of affirmation while i would feel like he would have a boyfriend who's love language is physical touch or gift giving (idk i think those mash well)

you and hattie are 1000% besties. when you and oscar go visit them, you and her are basically gossiping the whole time and it annoys oscar to no end bc he just wants to spend time with his boyfriend but his sister keeps stealing him :(

you both lovingly tease him about it and you make it up to him by covering his face in kisses, making him smile sweetly

nicole absolutely adores you and welcomed you into the family with open arms so fast you could barely blink

if you ever do get i pet, i definitely believe it would be an orange cat (lando calls the cat papaya even though that's not it's name)

when you go to races, you're bombarded with press asking abt the relationship but you politely decline to speak and hurry to catch up with oscar

if he gets nervous before a race, i feel like he would start to get dysphoric and put himself down, which you then distract him before he gets into the car so he forgets about it (works every single time)

always holding hands when you are out and about

TAGS!

@op-81-lvr-reblogs, @koalapastries, @justaf1girl, @ghostking4m

[mejaemin]

best gift ever - lee taeyong

wc: 2.2k

summary: bsf!taeyong gives you the best gift you could ever ask for ‎♡

warnings: fluff, i definitely did not proofread this, doyoung cameo, f2l, taeyong is so cutie so biteable, fem!reader (as always), i tried keeping the holiday vague so if u see any mention of christmas lmk so it can be changed!

an: I LOVE BUBU !!! also as a hispanic person i celebrate early so im posting this on my christmas eve :333 happy holidays everyone !!!

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bsf!taeyong who is absolutely smitten.

every time he goes to the store, you get a million notifications of him sending photos of something he finds, asking if you’d like it.

in the cold weather, he’s taken you out for more holiday activities and hot coffee/cocoa trips than he can count on all fingers and toes

he’s always sharing and giving up his warm winter clothes for you when you “forget”

when the snow starts falling in heavy, fluffy flakes and you ask for him to take pictures of you, he can’t help but let you know that you’re the most gorgeous girl he’s ever seen.

is it the cold that’s making his cheeks so pink, or is it something else?

“yongie, look how pretty the park is! can we go take pictures please?” you turn to him, bouncing on your feet excitedly. in the distance, you’re pointing to the park that’s blanketed in so much snow it’s like a winter wonderland.

he follows your finger and nods, allowing you to lead the way. you skip all the way to your photo spot of choice, being a tall pine tree covered in fluffy snowflakes. you hand taeyong your phone before bending down to pick up the snow in your bare hands, posing for the camera. immediately upon hearing the shutter, you switch poses, putting a bit of snow on your head before giving him a heart pose.

taeyong snaps another photo, his cheeks and nose pink as his mouth hangs open slightly. his breath fills the air with soft white clouds, yet he doesn’t feel a thing due to the warmth of his cheeks. pocketing your phone, he puts his gloves over your own hands all while avoiding eye contact.

“you looked so pretty in those pictures.. i think i might have to put them up somewhere!” he tries to sound fully invested in the moment, but as you lead him to another photo spot he’s feeling incredibly pensive, your beauty among the glittering landscape too much to handle.

bsf!yong who finally realizes his feelings might not be normal..

for the longest time, he thought it was just admiration, and was fairly casual about his emotions towards you.

however, after mentioning you for the thousandth time while you weren’t around, the idea of a crush was brought up.

with some serious pondering and a little bit of denial, taeyong realizes that it might be true

thankfully, he’s got a loving friend who will help him come out of such stupidity

“yes, and then after we went to-“

“taeyong.” doyoung cuts him off, holding his hand out to signal him to stop.

immediately he flushes, rubbing his neck. “what..? i wasn’t talking for too long, was i?”

the younger sighs heavily, mouth shaped into a flat line. “you were. you’re seriously embarrassing yourself, yong. you talk more about her than anything else.”

taeyong sinks back into his seat, feeling almost like a child caught in the cookie jar. so what he likes talking about his best friend all the time? he’s proud of their relationship, and thus of course will brag about it often. he thinks about you all day? well, you’re the person he hangs out with and sees the most, of course you’re going to be on his mind a lot. his positive and extremely affectionate attitude towards you is totally normal. very casual.

“so, what? she’s my best friend. anyone who’s a good friend will talk about them with pride.” he mumbles, looking anywhere but at his friend.

“that’s really what you think this is taeyong? you’re sure that this is all platonic admiration? you’re not in love or anything?” doyoung sounds like he’s truly scolding the other, but they both know it’s coming from a place of good nature where he’s really just teasing.

like in the movies, taeyong hears the words ‘in love’ and all of a sudden they’re repeatedly echoing in his mind. visions of him admiring you and hanging out with you wobble and rotate through his mind, and pictures of you smiling at him come into rotation. if he wasn’t already spiraling due to these thoughts, he sure was now.

“if i am in love with her.. how do i know? are you sure this isn’t just normal friend feelings?”

bsf!taeyong who starts plotting the minute he’s sure of his feelings.

it’s literally the day after his conversation with doyoung that he sees you once again

now that the idea of a crush is in his mind, the feeling in his chest upon seeing your face might actually not be normal

after he drops you back home, he heads right out to the store, going gift shopping for you another time, this time for gifts a little more romantic

your day of celebration is in two days, so he’s got some time but his plan needs lots of time to be thought through.

gifts and a heartfelt letter in tow, he heads back home to think of the big thing: how to do it.

with doyoung on speakerphone, he leaves his phone on the coffee table while he sits on the floor next to it wrapping your gifts. admittedly he went a little overboard, but if his confession goes well he has to show his gratitude somehow, right?

“i don’t know, doie, i’m scared. i don’t think i should do this..” taeyong whines, pouting heavily as he re-folds the corner of your wrapping paper for the fifth time. it keeps wrinkling, and he won’t settle for anything less than a crispy fold in your favorite color wrapping.

the other sighs, and it can’t be seen but he’s running his fingers through his hair in annoyance. “taeyong, you’re starting to aggravate all of us.” he’s referring to the rest of their friend group, who have all said the same thing. “you’ll never know how she feels if you don’t try.”

he curls into himself, squirming as anxiety courses through his veins. “but still.. if this goes bad i think i’ll die.”

“it won’t trust me. even if she says no, which i have a feeling she won’t, it’s not like she’s gonna cut you out. your friendship is too strong for that.”

even if doyoung is lying for the sake of comforting the other, it really does provide some reassurance. the worst that will happen is you saying no, so it’s worth a shot. even if the fear of rejection is strong, your relationship is strong enough to not break even with something like this happening. or, at least he hopes so.

bsf!taeyong who finally starts organizing your holiday date, the same one you have every year, however with more of a romantic intent behind it.

every year, you and taeyong go on a “friend date” for your day of celebration. rather than spending it with family or friends, you reserve it for each other.

last year, you went on a simple date to see your city’s holiday tree and shop around, and this year may be similar, but it’s a little more fancy.

you’ll be visiting the tree once again, however there’s something a little more special coming beforehand; dinner!

it was quite a struggle to find somewhere open on the day of, however it worked out and he spent quite a pretty penny on reserving the best place he could find.

since reserving a table at the nicest restaurant in the area, taeyong’s on around night three of feeding on whatever random snacks are laying around and cup ramen. he always spends his money on you, but the holiday season gets impossibly worse. of course, he’ll always make sure to have the funds and will never go without, but one day he might seriously go into debt if this keeps on.

sitting on his floor (it’s becoming a theme to sit right in front of the couch rather than on it), he stares at the wall while thinking of a plan on how to make his confession. ‘step one,’ he thinks, ‘take her to dinner. that won’t be anything new, so there’s no reason to freak out.. yet. step two.. visit the tree. should i give her a compliment while we’re there? ugh, no, too cheesy… just be regular. step three, hopefully it’s dark outside so we can take some pictures together. then, once they’re done, just say it. i’m madly in love with you and have been basically since we’ve met. no, scratch that! running away and crying is the only option !!!’

of course, these thoughts are very far fetched, but if the almost painful furrow of his brow isn’t evidence of his hard thinking, nothing else is. he’s even written a letter that’s safely tucked into one of your gift boxes in case he chickens out. he’s thought of every possible outcome, even the highly unrealistic one where you start sobbing while chicken dancing. he’s really so nervous, so much so that his heart pounds every time he thinks about it. every possible effort he can make to make sure everything will go right has been made. even if you reject his advances, only the best will be given to you.

bf!taeyong who gives you the best set of gifts you could ever ask for.

your day starts out with him coming over to your house, where he brings you breakfast and watches as you get ready.

next, he hands you your gifts, all wrapped in paper of your favorite color and characters.

when you try to open them in front of him, he immediately flushes, putting his hands out and begging you to wait until you part.

after that, he takes you out to dinner. it’s very cozy, jazz music filling the restaurant as you eat together. his hand brushes yours multiple times, but you pay it no mind.

finally, you visit the tree together and… see for yourself :)

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night has fallen, and you and taeyong stand in front of the large holiday tree, sparkling with lights and glittering ornaments. it’s always your favorite sight that comes with the holiday season, and it’s even better now that you’re sharing it with your best friend. he’s given you the best day you could ask for, and as you pose in front of the tree for him to take pictures for you, you’re wondering what could’ve warranted this treatment.

taeyong lowers the phone, taking a deep breath before stepping closer to you. your name leaves his lips with a heavy breath as if he’d been holding it. “can i tell you something?”

you smile, nodding your head as he takes your hands. “of course! what is it?”

your eyes are sparkling with all the festive lights around you, and he’s losing his breath. “there’s something that i’ve been thinking about for a while, and i think i’m ready to tell you… is that okay?”

you’re face immediately turns to a look of concern as you place a hand on his shoulder. “always, bubu. you don’t have to ask, is everything okay?”

he looks away, fidgeting with the seam of your gloved hand. “well, i, uh.. i really like you, a lot. romantically… and of course, if you’re uncomfortable with that we can pretend i didn’t say it, but i really needed to tell you.” he rambles.

immediately your smile grows bigger as you wrap yourself around taeyong in a hug. “oh, really? thank goodness, because me too! i like you so much too, bubu, and i was planning on telling you soon too.”

immediately he’s releasing his breath once again, reciprocating the hug so tightly that you’ll never be able to get out. “really? then, can i give you one last gift?” his eyes are so big, glossy and glimmering with so much hope and love that your heart flutters.

when you nod he pulls a card out of his pocket with a small box taped to the front. when you take it from him, you open the box to reveal a necklace with a dainty rose charm hanging from it. a soft gasp leaves your lips and you immediately take your gloves off to put it on. taeyong would’ve helped but his hands were so preoccupied with fidgeting out of anxiety that he didn’t even think of it. opening the card, it’s got a gift card to your favorite store and a message on the other side. it reads, ‘to my favorite person in the whole world, will you be my girlfriend?’

you pocket the gift and with a glowing smile you nod your head, wrapping your arms around his neck with a smile. “yes, yes of course taeyong! i’d love to be your girlfriend.” you back up, your face a short distance from his as you admire his smile that mirrors your own.

“oh thank goodness, i was afraid you’d say no..” his eyes flicker to your lips, “well.. i have one more present to give you, if that’s okay?”

your eyes trail down to his lips as well, and before you can even fully nod his lips are on yours. his kiss is gentle, lips soft yet cold as they connect with your own. it’s so sweet, the way he kisses you so softly yet long enough to know he’s not dreaming. under the festive lights and light snowfall, he shares his first kiss with you. it’s safe to say that it’s one for the books, and something you’ll never forget as you do this for years to come, your favorite holiday now becoming your anniversary with your best friend.

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[buubonita]

hehehe,,,, i’m thinking about epic again and im gonna make it your problem [silly]

have this as a little gift

and also some head canons.

- epic is very easily manipulated, not because of the fact he has bad social skills or because he’s dumb, but rather because he sees manipulation and/or toxic relationships as perfectly normal and doesn’t exactly have a sense of self preservation.

- epic, despite cross continuously forgetting him over and over again, will always see cross as the main character in his own story. he doesn’t mind being forgotten so much, he’s not exactly meant to be the star of the show anyways. or at least, that’s what he tells himself. :]

- epic is okay at cooking,,, but only when it comes to cookies and noodle dishes. with cookies? his are the best, no questions asked. nobody’s sure what it is that he puts in them, but if he made enough, people would eat them until they literally got sick. for noodle dishes, he’s just decent at preparing without overcooking or undercooking them, but he’s not exactly good at sauces. he leaves that skill to his brother.

- epic is very sentimental when it comes to objects, this one’s less of a headcanon and a bit more canon, as seen with epic keeping the first cookie frisk ever made in the fridge. that’s like,,, damn near over ten years i think……….. that cookie has mold, no doubt

anyways have a nice day buu im glad i could be silly in your ask box lmao

This Epic drawing made me laugh, the little guy looks so cute with his little fingers, aw.

Now to your crazy ideas.

1. The idea that Epic sees manipulation as normal in a relationship is quite saddening? Probably, like many things, it has to do with the relationship Epic had with his own father. Epic Gaster should be killed for being ridiculously cruel to his children with no apparent justification. Epic is so self-destructive about the most trivial things in his life, istg.

2. I agree that Epic doesn't mind making Cross remember him as many times as necessary, their friendship is something too precious and he would try it again with Cross if he has the chance because he adores his best friend. He would even give up death if it allowed him to be with Cross. Aaaahhhgugh that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt every time Cross forgets about him, but the affection he feels is greater.

3. I like the idea that Epic can do really crazy things when it comes to science... but he can't cook. He can't cook AT ALL. He's a brilliant guy, but cooking is his weak point. The only things he knows how to use are the coffee maker, the oven, and the microwave to heat his noodles or the fast food he orders. Papyrus definitely cooks for him so he can stop eating junk food and eat better. While the idea that Epic knows how to bake delicious cookies is funny, maybe cookies are a very rare exception.

4. I didn't remember that fun fact about the cookie and I actually find it so adorable </3 Epic saving every gift from his friends makes everything hurt more when you consider that he's immortal and will see his loved ones leave him one day and all he'll have are his memories and a few prized possessions.

This was fun to read! Ty for your hcs Quizly :3 and sorry the late reply, i hope you have a great day as well.

[pistolgrip-pump]

Full name: Braxton

Nicknames: B

Birthplace: ANC, AK

Birthday: every year

Where Do You Live Now?: NY

Parent(s): Dad, dads wife

Sibling(s): sister, half brother

Looks: 5'10/11, somewhere btween 120-130, brown eyes, dirty blonde

Favorite Animal(s): Caribou, dogs

Favorite TV Show(s): i dont watch tv

Favorite Kind(s) Of Music: post grunge, industrial, techno, sometimes german pop.

Favorite Movie(s): Nekromantik (1 & 2), Cruel Intentions (1)

School: highschool

Future School: none

Future Job: something army

Boyfriend/Girlfriend: No

Best Buds: none

Favorite Candy: none

Hobbies: guns, writing, working

Things You Collect: bottle caps, knives, bullets

Do You Have A Personal Phone Line: yes

Favorite Body Part Of The Opposite Sex? waist/stomach, face

Any Tattoos And Where Of What?: none

Piercing(s) And Where? none

What Do You Sleep in? t-shirt, pajama pants

Do you like Chain Letters: no

Best Advice: clean your room

Favorite Quotes: none

Non-sport Activity You Enjoy: sleeping

Dream Car: if it was socially acceptable, 1940 ford pilot

Favorite Thing To Do In Spring: people watch, hunting

What's Your Bedtime: when im tired

Where Do You Shop?: anywhere that has clothes i like

Coke or Pepsi: coke

Favorite Thing(s) To Wear?: boots, jeans, hoodies, gloves

Favorite Subject(s) In School?: anatomy

Favorite Color(s): black or grey maybe

Favorite People To Talk To Online: @//z0mb1eeg1rll

Root-Beer or Dr. Pepper? neither

Do You Shave? my face

Favorite Vacation Spot(s): nowhere

Favorite Family Member(s): sister

Did You Eat Paint Chips When You Were a Kid? yes

Favorite CD you own: KMFDM Xtort

The ONE Person Who You Hate The Most: nelly furtado

Favorite Food(s): none

Who ls The Hottest Guy or Girl In The World?: Dani Divine only in G&C,

What Is Your Favorite Salad Dressing?: none

When You Die, Do You Wanna Be Buried or Burned Into Ashes? buried

Do You Believe In Aliens?: yes

If You Had The Chance To Professionally Do Something, What would You Do?: weapon maintenance

Things You Obsess Over: true crime

Favorite Day of the Week: tuesday

A Teacher You Hate: anatomy

Favorite Disney Movie: bambi

What Is Your Favorite Season? winter

What Toppings Do You Like On Your Pizza? cheese

Do You Like Your School Food Itself (As In The District Food): No

If You Could Live Anywhere, Where Would You Live? alaska or somewhere in europe

Favorite Thing(s) To Do On Weekends: shoot

Favorite Thing(s) To Get Clean up: ?? everything

Favorite Magazine(s): Girls and corpses

Favorite Flower(s): forget-me-not

Favorite Number(s): 111

Favorite Ice Cream flavor(s): cookie dough

What Kind of Guys/Girls Are You Attracted to?: physically, as long as theyre not obese but personality just has to be compatible

What's Your Most Embarrassing Moment? not being able to chamber a shotgun when i was 12 and my dad got mad

If You Could Change One Thing About Yourself What Would It be? how i think and act

Do You Eat Breakfast First Then Brush Your Teeth or Brush first ten eat breakfast: I dont eat breakfast but when i did i brushed before and after

Favorite Time of Day: evening

Can A Guy and Girl Be Just "Best Friends?": yes

Do You Ask The Girl / Guy Out Or Do You Wait For Them To Come To You?: depends

Do You Mind Paying For Sex? yes

What's The Most Important thing In Someone's Personality: morals

Do you have a pager or cell phone? Cellphone

Favorite Sport: hockey

What Was the Best Gift You Ever Received? My dog

How Long Did This Letter Take You To Finish?: too long

What Did You Listen To While Completing It?: Miss Construction

Are you or would you like to be married in the near future (next 5 years)? no

Don't u just hate how psychics never win the lottery? no. fuck psychics.

[silly-thinkings]

AGFC pt.5

A/n: Last chapter for now. I'm happy with this kind of conclusion. I've been feeling a bit down lately with my writing. like... insecure about it. I have all these W.I.Ps and Ideas but I don't think I got that oomph that I had when I started this blog ya know. If Im going to continue this series then it'll probably follow Young Justice season 3. Maybe Y/n will make an appearance in season 2 with Kaldure ya know. Anyway! Enjoy, let me know what you think :) Stay hydrated! Drink water plz

Y/n knew Jason was dead. It didn’t matter how fast her father was on his batmobile. She did the math, he won’t get there in time. Y/n sat in an isolated room, no different from the one Clark had put her in all those years ago. Except this time she was in the bat cave. She scratched at her inhibitor collar as she reflected on all the memories that Megan had stolen from her. No wonder Lex was after her, she was talented. Her fighting style was unmatched. With the right pressure points her opponent can lose control of their arm. A simple tap on a nerve and they’re out of the fight. Suddenly the door opened revealing Alfred holding on to a tray of cookies. A dry laugh escaped the girl before she turned her body to face away from the butler. 

“Lady Y/n-”

“Bruce will be mad at you if you’re here. He might disown you Alfie.”

Alfred closed his eyes. It pained him to see her like this. He placed the tray down and took a seat behind her. She felt his presence, but more importantly she felt a slight draft coming into her cell. 

“I’ll speak to Bruce about this. Y/n understand that you are an amazing girl. Capable of so much good in the world.”

Now y/n felt tears swell her eyes “I’m a weapon Alfred. Do you think someone dressed like this saves people? Ha! And what of that Martian girl. She gets a slap on the wrist for messing with our memories.”

Alfred was about to say something but The sound of Tim’s voice echoed in the cave. 

“Bruce said not to talk to her till he got back.”

That finally set her off. Y/n closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She was going to save Jason. Then she’ll run away. Forget this family. Forget everyone! 

Y/n quickly stood and Jammed two fingers along Alfred’s shoulders stunning the man. She then applied pressure to other parts of his back and arms successfully subduing him. Alfred fell to the floor as numbness seeped throughout his body. he looked back in shock as Y/n grabbed a cookie that had fallen and fled the cell. But she wasn’t in the clear yet. She needed to get the inhibitor color off. Tim took a stance infront of where the key cards were held.

“You’re not getting pass me Y/n”

Tim didn’t expect her to move so fast. He was able to block and evade some of her moves but as soon as she applied pressure on his calves he fell over. 

“Pressure points works wonders when your facing an opponent bigger than you Timmy.” Y/n successfully knocked the teen out. She reached for the keycard and removed the collor. In an instant her powers returned. 

“Don’t miss y/n please.”

Y/n flew to the door, looking down at the only man who showed up to all her events. Who fed her, to took care of her with all his heart. “I’m sorry Alfred. Goodbye.”

***

Y/n couldn’t believe she actually made it. Her flight was slow but by pushing her feet against the air using her strength she was able to speed as fast as she ever could. It created a popping sound with every step, greatly satisfying her.  Y/n broke into the safe house. Jason layed limp on the floor, y/n heard the sound of ticking. She frantically looked for the bomb. 

“N-no time” Jason gasped for air, he didn’t know who was there to save him but he’s sure glad they’re here.

Y/n seemingly ignored his cry and continued searching. She was good at disarming bombes. Y/n confidently pulled out the bomb and clipped the right wire successfully stopping the threat. The girl laughed, she did it. She saved her brother. Y/n flew to Jason and grabbed under his arms. “Sorry Jay. I don’t know how to carry you properly. But I disarmed the bomb so we’re good.”

Y/n felt Jason’s body relax slightly as she dragged him out the door. It was then that she heard another beeping sound. Then another. Panicked she followed them to the walls of the shed. There were more. Was the bomb a trap? 

Tick

Tok

Tik tik tok tik

“Y/n? What’s wrong.” Jason attempted to sit up but his broken bones sent pain throughout his body.”

“No. This wasn’t suppose to happen I. There’s more bombs. I can’t disarm them all. I… what.”

Y/n felt dizzy as the flush of sounds overwhelmed her again. Seemingly from every angle in the world. Jason crawled towards his younger sister. He accepted his fate but she gave him hope. Here he was thinking he was a failure. The motion happened so quick y/n cradled herself into a ball again pressing her ears together. She felt Jason enveloping her in a hug. “I got ya kid.”

*Boom*

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Y/n fluttered her eyes open. Snow fell from the sky. A mixture of white with black soot fell atop her nose.

Thump-thump

She heard the sound of a drum. When she tried to get up she noticed an arm over her.

Thump…. Thump.

No. It wasn’t a drum it was a heartbeat. Y/n frantically got to her knees to look down at her Brother. His mask and costume ripped. She herself felt pain along the side on her body. But no injury could amount to what she was facing.

“No… no no Jason no hang on. I’ll get help. I’ll find dad. I- I can still-“

Thump

Thump

“You- so cool-“ Jason attempted to smile. There was nothing she could do. It pained him to leave her like this. Y/n placed both of her hands on her face. Then to his chest. She can hear every pop and crackle from his broken bones. 

Thump 

…..

“Jay…. Speak to me. Please.” 

Y/n didn’t scream. She was tired of that. Jason probably wouldn’t want that. She hugged her brother as the sobs grew louder. This wasn’t suppose to happen. She was suppose to prove to everyone that she was capable of being a hero. How could she explain this to Bruce? What would Connor think?

“What have you done?”

The dark knights deep voice made y/n freeze. She looked up, she felt tiny when looking at her armored father “He… protected me. I tried to save him I… I tried to-“

“What you did is got him KILLED Y/n!”

Y/n flinched. He never raised his voice like this.

Bruce realized his mistake. He walked towards them but Y/n frantically shuffled back. Just like she did Clark. 

“You think I killed him? Ha…hahaha” 

0 hours till Y/n Wayne Broke.

Y/n pressed her hands over her eyes “where were you! WHERE ARE YOU WHEN WE NEED YOU.” She looked up to see Bruce walking away with Jason. Not looking back at her at all “You never show up. And when you do YOUR LATE.” 

Bruce turned to see y/n roll frantically on the grounds. Her laughter and pained screams haunted him.

“We’re just your solders. That’s why Dick left.” Y/n felt a different kind of pressure well up in her eyes. She looked to the sky and saw red. 

Bruce watched as y/n shot lasers out of her eyes. He closed his eyes 

“I’m sorry” he whispered. Bruce left with Jason, his priorities shifting.

Y/n heard him but she didn’t care. For a being who hears everything, that comment fell on deaf ears. For the first time she was alone. Was she free? She didn’t know. Y/n closed her eyes. She rose from the ground like a ghost and flew to the only person who’d maybe treat her fine. 

***

Lex finished his nightly skin care routine. Feeling refreshed and ready for the day. What he didn’t expect was to find Y/n floating behind him. He let out a squeal before realizing it was the clone. Her eyes shut. Outfit ripped and burned. Blood dripping from her side as impailed glass seemingly pulsaded from her.

“You said I was a weapon they feared.” She said in a low tone. 

She was broken. Lex smiled, he didn’t think it would work that fast. What must’ve happened to have this girl seek comfort from him of all people. Lex opened his arm. 

“Come child. Together we can show them.” 

Y/n slowly flew into his arms. No tears left to shed. Drifting off to sleep. 

Epilogue 

Bruce returned to the cave with Jason in his arms. His shoulders felt heavy, he’d failed his children like never before. Alfred quickly ran to his side but no words were exchanged. Bruce looked up at the butler, the pain in his eyes was severe. 

The sound of the zeta tube chimed. Connor practically ran through with Tim close behind. 

“I tried to stop him but-“

Both boys saw Jason. Connor noticed the lack of his sister. 

“Where is she? What happened?”

Tim began shaking his head as he fell to the ground. Impossible she’s half Kryptonian. Alfred frowned aswell. 

Connor clenched his fists “BRUCE! Where is my sister.” He too had time to reflect on his stolen memories, and he felt stupid. How didn’t he know she did something to them. 

“I’m sorry… she’s gone.” 

Alfred covered his mouth. Guilt began to sink in. 

“N-no… no.” Connor fell to his knees. 

On that day, Two members of the bat family were declared dead.

[stuckydrewx]

Thank you so much for the tag @alien--cookie 💖💖💖

Get to know your mutuals: tag game

Whats the origin of your blog title?

I love stucky and my name is drew :)

OTP(s) + Shipname:

Steve/Bucky (Stucky), Jake/Amy (Peraltiago), and many more

Favourite colour:

Blue, as always

Favourite game:

I havent played any in a while due to mental health shit but i love many games like Sims 4, Minecraft, Roblox, Fortnite, Animal Crossing, and Call of Duty

Song stuck in your head:

My Love, My Life by ABBA and the Brooklyn 99 theme song since im watching it rn

Weirdest habit/trait:

I bring my nasal inhaler, lip balm and my 2L water bottle with me everywhere even if im rarely gonna use them

Hobbies:

Writing, reading, colouring, reciting every b99 line because I’ve watched it 50 times

Something you’re good at:

Coloruing, and (stealing prevs answer for this one) coming up with angst for my blorbos :3

Something you’re bad at:

Anything to do in the kitchen besides making drinks, the last time i tried to make something in the kitchen besides noodles was cookies and i burnt them to a fucking crisp, even after following the recipe exactly

Something you love:

My granny, little brother and cousins snd every cat to ever exist

Something you could talk about for hours off the cuff:

MCU, but mainly stucky and cap quartet, CA:TWS, how much i hate the mcu/disney and how much i hate peggy, shield, and tony and how wrong they are in so many ways, Brooklyn 99, Billie Eilish and how much she has been mistreated by so many people, and the very normalised hatred of disabled people/neurodivergent people/people with mental health problems , and anything to do with history

Something you hate:

Apple pie, sheperds pie, irelands mental health system, government, and treatment of anyone who isnt a straight cis white man,

Something you collect:

DVD’s and lip balms

Something you forget:

So.many.things.

Favourite movie/show:

Fav movie is Captain America: The Winter Soldier and favourite show is Brooklyn Nine Nine

Favourite food:

Mcdonalds chips, mangoes, cookies, curry noodles and chicken breast with a bunch of spices idk the names of

Favourite animal:

Cats

What were you like as a child?

Uhhhh, very social until i was 9 because of abuse at home, a big goofball, very good at school, and never got in trouble at school and very much a tomboy

Favourite subject at school:

History and English

Least favourite subject:

Havent been in school for a couple years but i fucking hated business and geography

What’s your best character trait?

Uhhhhhhhhhh, i guess im loyal and I’d say im very trustworthy

Whats your worst character trait?

Definitely my trust issues

If you could change any detail about your life right now, what would it be?

There is so many but if i had to choose one i’d say I’d love to only live with my mam anywhere away from ireland

If you could travel in time, who would you like to meet?

My 8 year old self, i want to give her all the love that she deserves immensely

Tagging people to do this, absolutely no pressure at all!!

@wewringmagicfromtheordinary @eikkirune @duckinatruck @woodswandarer

[lisamillern1fan]

i started writing an intro post but i went to switch my music and it disappeared lol..

anyway, intro post! i realized i never really made one so here it is. the long awaited (probably), extremely delayed, intro post! this is gonna be very barebones and probably really short. click more for full post cuz i dont want this taking up the space of four separate posts 💔

interests

my main interests are highlighted in pink! personal stuff at bottom of post.

this blog will mostly be for me to look back on when i inevitably forget about tumblr and find this account 10 years later while going into a 3am deep dive on myself, so why not document my current interests and such?

i really really love scott pilgrim. its been a year. it will not go away. i also love parappa the rapper, um jammer lammy, homestuck, and heavenly, the 90s twee pop band that made punk girl then kinda just dipped.

i heavily kin lisa miller from scott pilgrim. i am her NUMBER ONE fan, hence the blog name. i also kin many other characterss.. <:3 (rammy ujl, rose hs, knives sp, pj ptr)

i am also interested in audio, records, cds, and music as a whole. im heavily fixated on the band heavenly, tyler the creator, goreshit, the scott pilgrim soundtracks, marine research, talulah gosh, and mickey avalon. my favorite albums/eps/singles/whatevers are the decline and fall of heavenly, space manatee, tomboyish love for soda pop and apple sweets, my love feels all wrong, le jardin de heavenly, atta girl, yeezus, goblin, graduation, sounds from the gulf stream and igor.

i am also an artist! i have been drawing since ive first picked up a pencil. i am mostly self taught!

i also like astro bot, cookie run, pikmin, plumtree, and playstation consoles as a whole, specifically the 5 and 2. MY FAVORITE SHIP EVER IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD IS KIMLISA PLS MENTION ME ON KIMLISA POSTS I BEEGEGGGGG OF U

i also like reading!

my favorite books are scott pilgrim (1-6), lost at sea, seconds, dog man, cat kid comic club, dork diaries, captain underpants, and just general fanfiction 💔 boring ikr

anywho, this seems to be getting pretty long, so ill just get my personal stuff out of the way while i am at it.

**STRICTLY** fem pronouns please! i do not care if you use they, just please use she whenever possible! i go by ari, lisa, paula if your close, or pj, but you are free to call me whatever you please. i am also extremely unstable at times so i may spam post occasionally. please do not pay mind to it.

socials, fun facts and extras

i have diagnosed misophonia, and i most likely have adhd- although i have not been diagnosed. also, keep in mind when i talk to people i am very blunt, so please do not take my words to heart. i do not mean anything i say critically.

my asks and whatever are always open and i am a chronic yapper! feel free to ask for socials. my most used socials are listed below-

discord - juggaluggaloco.com

tiktok/every other social i have- lisamillern1fan

also, CANNOT stress this ENOUGH - i am a MINOR - do NOT try to be weird with me PLEASE. you will be BUHHLOCKEEDD.

anywho! you will probably find out more about me as i post. this post is also bound to lose accuracy as time goes on, but i might as well write something to get a general idea of me out there i suppose <:3

this is formatted kinda weirdly, apologies for that. i will eventually write another one of these when the time comes.

anywho, that is all! love u friends! take care.

[jjtheresidentbaby]

id love a ficlet with little!sam and cg!dean (s1) with the prompt: A making sure to take care of B if they sometimes forget to do important stuff; eat, sleep, drink water, not overwork themselves!

im not entirely sure what age range sam would be when regressed so do whatever feels right!!

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ cooler in the backseat ⋆ﾟ⊹ ➢ event masterlist

|| dean winchester & sam winchester | for @bebbie-bilinski

a/n: this kinda just focused on the eating/drinking part of the prompt but I hope you enjoy

warnings: set season 1, pet names, mentions of pre-canon

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Dean’s always taken care of Sam, they both know it and have never questioned it, but it seems a bit more obvious now. Ever since that first night where Sam had slipped after a hunt and clung onto Dean, his brothers been more insistent about taking care of Sam.

He’s stopped complaining about Sam’s favoring for healthier foods of salads and fruits, instead he invested in a cooler for the back of the Impala and keeps a few containers of pre-cut fruit in it. There’s other items stowed away in the small cooler: water bottles, juice boxes, dressings for salads, sauces for fries or burgers, just small things for the hours they spend on the road. Dean got a box to put next to the cooler that holds an assortment of small bags of chips and cookies, some granola bars and a small stash of candy, he went all out.

To be honest Dean didn’t mean to get so much supplies or fill up Baby’s backseat like that, it just happened. Sam had been cleaning up their motel room while Dean went to the store and suddenly he had a full shopping cart and a million grocery bags. The cashier even mentioned his haul, commenting that his kid must love him for getting so many snacks, Dean smiled at the comment and didn’t feel the need to correct her.

The more they drive around and get used to having the stash ready at hand the more Dean’s glad he made it. It’s easy, and probably a little cheaper now that they aren’t stopping every so often to go into a diner or drive through. Sam seems to like it, he gets excited to walk around the grocery store holding Deans hand and pointing to what he thinks they should get. It works well for them.

“You thirsty Sammy?” There’s a long stretch of empty road in front of Dean, the heat of Texas thankfully hasn’t set in this early in the morning, but he knows he should probably get Sam to start drinking something now. Avoiding a headache because of dehydration while in the midst of a heat wave would be best.

“Tired.” Sam groans but it holds no annoyance and Dean hums along. They’ve been driving all night and while Sam’s nodded off a few times, they could both use a real bed.

“I know Bud, we’re gonna stop soon.” There should be a town coming up that they’ll hopefully be able to find a motel in.

“Think you can drink something for me?” He glances at Sam’s curled up figure, tucked into a small ball against the impalas door with a tired look in his eyes. He’s definitely regressed, that much is obvious to Dean, he can’t pinpoint if he woke up little or has been slowly slipping into his headspace the longer he’s half-awake. Not that it matters all that much, either way Dean knows he’s now in charge of making decisions about what Sam needs, including getting Sam to drink something.

“Here, take a few sips for me.” Dean leans back in his seat to reach and grab one of the juice boxes that sit stacked in the cooler, they just restocked so it’s pretty easy to grab while he’s driving. Sam takes the juice but only stares down at it, a perplexed crinkle in his brow that tells Dean he’s regressed smaller than Dean had originally thought.

“Need help with that?” He chuckles lightly at Sam’s firm nod before the juice box is held out for Dean.

Dean thinks he’s mastered opening snacks and juice boxes while driving by now, even before Sam went off to Stanford they’d drive around to research at library’s and Sam always had some snack that he needed opening. Part of Dean wonders if his brother regressed back then, Sam’s talked briefly about his regression mostly being involuntarily, maybe that’s why he couldn’t get things open so often back then.

“There we go, you don’t have to finish it but sip at it.” Sam would chug it if Dean didn’t specify what was expected.

Growing up with John as a parent has left some scars behind for both boys but Sam’s regression really brings them out. He’s quick to do what’s asked, only wanting to please, to make Dean happy, to keep the peace despite there being no threat of chaos anymore. It makes Deans chest tight when he thinks about it too long, and he knows he’ll be extra cautious about arguments when they do end up finding John.

“Is it good?” A smile tugs on Deans lips when Sam nods with a content hum. He looks a little more awake now, already pointing towards the radio which Dean happily complies on turning on. One of the cassettes Dean has starts to play and Sam taps his fingers along his thigh with the beat, just like Dean taps against the steering wheel, it fills Dean with pride. He’ll always watch out for his baby brother, he thinks Sam knows it.

[rokiixd]

Hermittober Day 6 - "Bread"

ao3 link at bottom

sorry i didnt oost day 5 its on ao3 im just not proud of that

[fall 28 year 3]

to be frank, saying that tango can’t cook is an understatement. besides boiling water and maybe an egg or two, he burns nearly everything that he tries to cook. and that’s where jimmy comes in. when the fall harvest rolls around, and bundles upon bundles of golden wheat line their barns, jimmy takes it upon himself to use as much of it as he can. with tango’s massive sweet tooth and tendency to act like a toddler around a full cookie jar, jimmy enjoys baking almost as much as tango enjoys trying everything he makes.

this harvest, it happens to be bread. and not just generic loaves of white bread, no. their kitchen is filled with all sorts, sizes, and shapes of bread. whether it be sourdough, pastries, rye, or even focaccia, tango doesn’t think jimmy’s ever made something that he doesn’t like.

today, it happens to be some sort of spiced bread. jimmy always refuses to tell tango what he’s making. tango watches as he whisks together butter and sugar in a bowl, and if his eyes happen to linger on jimmy’s freckled forearms, he doesn't have to know.

normally, jimmy doesn’t ask tango to help with his baking endeavours. but when eggs are involved, tango is suddenly the best cook out of the two of them. every time jimmy tries out a recipe that contains eggs, tango has to crack the eggs for him. call it a lingering avian instinct, or even an aversion to the slimy egg whites, but jimmy hates cracking eggs. so tango does it for him. every. single. time.

when the eggs have been added into the batter, jimmy kicks tango out of the kitchen, with the excuse of not wanting to spoil the surprise. tango pouts but relents, sulking off to watch a rerun on their beat up television set.

eventually, the smell of cinnamon fills their house, and despite jimmy’s best efforts to keep the bread’s contents a surprise, tango eventually finds out. it’s truly surprising how many times jimmy has made tango’s favourite treats without him noticing, but this time really takes the cake. jimmy had walked into the living room with cinnamon on his nose and pumpkin bits on his shirt. and yet, tango had just unknowingly kissed him on the cheek and grinned when a blush made its way across his face.

they sit on the couch and half listen to whatever show is being ran. tango tinkers with some gadget that he’d gotten from maru a while ago, and jimmy braids his hair while he tinkers. despite the white noise of the show playing, it’s a moment of peace between them.

until-

the kitchen timer breaks the moment and tango bolts up, racing to the kitchen. with the joy of a child on christmas day, tango nearly rips the oven door open (without even turning it off, the irresponsible child , jimmy thinks) and grabs the pan inside. and behold– inside is a golden loaf of spiced pumpkin bread. tango squeals in joy and tackles jimmy in a hug, momentarily forgetting about the bread on the counter.

any loaf of bread, whether pumpkin or plain, couldn’t compare to jimmy anyway.