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IDOL [ ROCKSTAR!READER ]
[ gn!reader ] wherein jason becomes the rockstar's gf
wc: 1432
AN :: there is an mcr and a fob reference here and both keep staring at me like a sore thumb
For a split second, your mind wanders off. Suddenly, you’re thinking about how you didn’t have a clue as to how Jason puts up with you.
Between the late-night practices and you cooping yourself in the studio all day, You feel like you don’t give him enough of your time. Somehow, though, he pushes through, and he makes it work. He meets you halfway. He said he wouldn’t trade you and your dreams for the world.
He’s funny. You love him.
Your mind snaps back to where you once were—on the stage. You feel a ringing in your head as you feel heat radiating off your body. The colorful lights blind you. Your shoulders hurt like hell from the weight of the guitar, and you feel winded as your lack of breath control and the previous song had knocked all the air out of you.
Despite all your qualms, though, you love doing this. The adrenaline courses through your blood and comes a rush you find for almost every night.
“Alright! You guys having fun so far?” The crowd cheers, buzzing with energy and alcohol in their veins.
You skim over through the faces in front of you. Some are ones you’ve seen before. They tend to attend your sets regularly, but many, though, were faces you didn’t recognize.
Most of all, however, you see Jason with a friend by his side, quickly catching your brief gaze on him. He stands right beside the platform of the tiny performing venue. He gives you a nod with a straight face.
You feel a surge of excitement just from his gaze on you, and you feel that energy course through your blood.
“Keep that energy up! We’re not finished just yet!”
As your bandmates adjust their effects, retune their instruments, and do one last mixing of sound for your closer, you regain your sense of clarity amongst the smell of booze that lingers throughout the venue. You shortly shot Jason a smile and a nod before readjusting your mic and redirecting your focus to the crowd.
“Now, before we sign off, I wanna thank you all for seeing us tonight. I really hope you guys enjoyed our set.” The crowd quiets down, almost dead. You take it as a sign to get it going again. “But come on now—let’s get this on!”
You breathe in once, breathe once out. It’s the first time you’re debuting this song. You rehearsed for this, but you doubt it's enough. You're scared you’ll blank out in the middle of the song, then fill it with random riffs. You’re scared you’ll sing the demo version and forget your final. You’re scared you might just not do the song any justice.
It’s the final song of the final night of your tour. You were not in the mood to mess this up.
Yet you pause for a moment. How much more in love could you be? Because suddenly, your thoughts are filled with him to calm yourself.
You catch him in the corner of your eyes once more, and you faintly hear a ‘Woo!’ from his direction.
Hell, this final song is about him.
He’s heard it, but he has no idea that you’re playing it tonight.
“Do you want to live forever?” You ask the crowd as the instruments start to set themselves up. “Sing this with me then.”
The song gradually swells, with the drums and bass starting out the song, looping the intro for a few rounds before the guitars join in. You harmonize with the main melody of the song, making up riffs as you go.
You feel yourself building the song, getting into the zone, and even doing a call and response because why the hell not?
Before you let the performance take over, you quickly slip in a “This one’s for him. Hi, Jay.” You look in his direction and wave.
He’s awestruck, enchanted.
You see him quickly follow your gaze and smile. You seem to have caught him off-guard. You’re sure he’s picked up on the instruments and the vocals. He’s smart, far smarter than you. You’re sure he knows what you’re about to play.
The song ends as fast as it starts. You forget that sometimes when you perform on stage, it’s like you’re on autopilot. This was precisely that, but in the best way possible. You feel your body carry the work while your mind can sit back and watch the scene. For a split second, you even ran closer to the crowd during the final break to hold them, grab on your arm.
Everything had passed by so quickly that you couldn’t even register that it was over. Not until the crowd began to mellow down, but not without an applause.
“Thank you all so much!” You smiled and waved goodbye before your roadies rushed to the stage to gather your equipment.
You look over to the side to find Jason. He’s gone, but that’s more than alright. You figured he rushed to help with fixing the equipment, seeing his size and all. It’s something he often does when he watches your shows.
You feel your throat run dry. Maybe it’s time to steep some tea.
You high-five your bandmates before exiting the stage.
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You didn’t quite grapple with the reality of just how exhausted and thirsty you were until you stepped off the stage. The world felt more than just shaky, so you found yourself leaning over some table in the back, chugging as much water as you could. The tea can wait.
You could faintly hear your bandmates hyping each other up and giving each other even more high fives. You stood by the sidelines, watching them and laughing at their antics. God knew you were too drained to even think about joining them.
Still, by the corner of your eye, you see a tall figure standing next to you.
You’re always more than happy to talk to him.
“Well, hi, you.” You greeted, happy to see him.
In great contrast to your bubbly self, your boyfriend was more… frozen. He was silent, just looking at you with the biggest smile on his face. It wasn’t the first time he’d watched you play live, so you figured that the debut of the song was what made him so giddy at this moment.
As he stood there before you, you saw him in better lighting for the first time tonight after your show. You saw the sweat perspiring from his forehead to his neck and the sweat collected on his shirt. You basked in the light that framed his face from the side, but it accentuated those bright eyes of his. You take note of that smile that he’d been wearing even before your show. It only seemed to grow bigger as the night passed by.
Fuck, he really is beautiful. You think you may not ever get enough of him.
Finally, after a few moments of radio silence, he spoke. “Shit, babe.”
“Uhuuuh?” You found yourself giggling at him.
He’s really cute. You’re in love with him.
“You guys were amazing. I can’t believe my partner is a rockstar.” Practically stars in his eyes.
“Why, thank you.” You felt yourself warming up to the hand that finds your cheek.
“You also played the song!” The hand holding your head up gently tenses with his excitement. You can’t help but laugh at him.
“Yes, we did.”
“Your closer’s always Saturday. Why’d you guys change it?”
That’s for many reasons. For one, you wanted this final night to be special. It was the last date of your best-selling tour yet. You had to do something else.
Then again, you could’ve chosen any other song that hasn’t or even rarely gets played live.
“Well, it’s not always you watch my shows—with your whole thing and our usual tour dates and locations—so I really wanted to do something special.” You hummed, leaning further into his touch. ”It’s almost your birthday anyway.”
“My birthday is still in, like, three months.”
You shrug. “It’s never too early to celebrate.”
“That’s the length of an entire season, quierde. I think it’s still early.”
“That means there’s only more gifts to come, yeah?” He half-heartedly murmurs something in agreement.
There's a comfortable silence between the two of you.
“Love?” You called.
“Hmmm?”
You got on your tiptoes, balancing your weight on his shoulders, and gave him a peck on the lips, yet as you set yourself down, you felt him sweep you off your feet to return the kiss.
Your tea can wait a little longer.
#jason todd x y/n#jason todd x you#jason todd imagine#jason todd x reader#red hood x reader#zero's writing °｡⋆⸜ ✮
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2.13 Houses of the Holy
- Religious plot begins in earnest. Sam is Able and Eve and original sin and also Christ dying for those sins. He is Dean’s disciple. Dean is Cain and Adam and the Holy Spirit and God. Their conflict is destiny/blood/family vs free will/choice/love, the pure vs the tainted vs the merely human. The muddy non-dichotomous nature of love and of good and evil.
So far the question of the brothers saving each other and the world has been self-contained: only Dean can save or kill Sam, and in doing so, himself. In other words only Sam can succumb to evil and damn his brother or retain his humanity and his brother. Their struggle is religious by definition. Religion in supernatural is characterized by the trinity of good, evil, and human, and the brothers are twin souls who need each other to stay human. Sam needs to overcome his shame and belief that he isn’t chosen, that he doesn’t belong; Dean needs to overcome his guilt and belief that he can never be enough. The threat of them losing their humanity and free will is literal as they will learn they’re destined to become vessels, but they don’t know that yet.
- Dean is lying on the motel bed listening to “Hair of the Dog”. Right when Sam walks in these lyrics are playing in his ears:
Heartbreaker, soul shaker/I've been told about you/Steamroller, midnight stroller/What they've been saying must be true
These lyrics pertain to Sam and his fate. This song was chosen very intentionally, it’s shown on Dean’s iPod screen. It’s foreshadowing. And Sam is Dean’s heartbreaker soul shaker.
Sam stands there next to a partition decorated with burlesque silhouettes of women, watching Dean’s body being shaken on the bed. It’s kind of a weird image. Dean looks like sleeping beauty the way the bed is lit. Or like a main course.
“You’re enjoying that way too much, it’s kind of making me uncomfortable” Sam says while looking up at the wall behind Dean exactly like he did when he was trying to avoid staring at Dean’s ass in an earlier episode. Very heaven-help-me.
His discomfort seems like attraction. I want to break down this scene because it’s played as a joke, like it’s funny that Dean is so hedonistic, but he’s essentially just using the massage function on the bed. He’s fully clothed and he’s listening to music, just chilling. He’s bored. So the joke is either that this isn’t really that intimate and yet Sam is so uncomfortable for Some Reason that he’s having a hard time looking straight at Dean, or that Sam really has walked in on an intimate moment and he responds by staring and going up to Dean all flustered and asking him to stop. Either way, Sam is watching Dean experience pleasure, and gulping because of it.
It highlights that Sam is uninterested in sex, and food, and pleasure in general, and it bothers him that Dean is. Sam later calls it Dean’s “sick habit” and tells him he’s like one of those lab rats that pushes the pleasure button instead of the food button until it dies.
I noticed recently that even in the pilot, Sam is shown kissing Jessica and acting loving with her, but the shot of them in bed has them apart and Sam facing away from her in his sleep. It’s Dean who ogles her in her underwear. Sam has been shown clinging to Dean, sleeping facing him, checking him out, and chastising him for his womanizing. The one woman he kissed was for Dean’s benefit. Sam’s relationship with his sexuality is consistently shown linked directly to Dean. Maybe exclusively to Dean at this point.
After this exchange, Sam goes into the bathroom and washes his hands for Some Reason. Because he’s feeling unclean?
-interesting how the killers’ houses shake like there’s an earthquake before what they think is an angel appears to them- the second guy is even lying on his bed when it starts shaking. Dean is on his shaking bed when Sam appears to him at the motel, like Sam is his angel.
-Dean says Sam has him on lockdown. So Sam insisted that Dean stay back for his safety. He’s looking out for him, always asking Dean to stay safe.
-Sam believes in angels and god because of the monsters they hunt, Dean doesn’t believe in angels or god because of the monsters they hunt. The difference in the way their beliefs developed is that Dean believed in angels as a small child until his mom burned to death and he learned monsters are real, whereas Sam was certainly never encouraged to believe in religion and had to find something to cling to in the chaos and uncertainty of how he was raised. Sam felt unclean or like something was wrong with him so he tried to separate himself from the monsters. Dean believed he wasn’t good enough so he chose not to believe in a god that was a disappointment and that he believed he would surely disappoint.
- Sam tells Dean he prays every day, which Dean didn’t know. He acts like this is some kind of betrayal. I think the betrayal is literally just that he didn’t know and he wants to know every single thing about Sam.
-Sam collapses after seeing what he thinks is an angel, and Dean gets on his knees to put both hands on him. He keeps touching him when they’re walking out. He hauls Sam to his feet bodily.
This frame is so good because Dean is glaring at the angel statue and Sam is looking up at Dean.
Sam wants to be chosen by an angel. He thinks that would mean he’s good. He felt left behind and second-best by his dad, and felt that Dean would choose hunting and John over him for much of his life. He realizes now that Dean chooses him.
-Dean makes sure the woman he saves is okay and has a cell phone and tells her to call 911 before he runs after her assailant. He cares more about the wellbeing of the victim than he does about catching the bad guy.
-when Sam says “you were right” Dean gives him this look that’s so full of love, it’s plain that Dean doesn’t care about being right. He just sees his little brother in pain and wants to make it better.
-Sam sits down so that he’s looking up at Dean during their conversation. He has tears in his eyes talking about wanting to be saved. Dean tells Sam “I’m watching out for you”
Sam doesn’t doubt Dean’s dedication to him and desire to protect him. But doesn’t think Dean can save him, and more importantly he’s afraid he can’t save himself. He sees Dean as fundamentally good and strong but he also harbors judgment toward Dean for needing him. It’s protective for Sam to not need anyone, which is why his arc deals with the isolation of shame. Religion can’t save him because it doesn’t make him believe he is good, and because ultimately it leaves him alone.
-Dean tells him that he witnessed “God’s will” the way that the perp was just killed in front of him. He’s letting himself hope and giving Sam hope. They’ve both seen so much chaos and evil, they need to believe there’s good and meaning in the world. Dean’s doubt challenges his beliefs about the world and himself, and it’s his words that give Sam the hope he needs.
-episode is about lost souls and purpose. A series of people who the show depicts as lost are given a sense of meaning and belonging to something bigger than themselves, but the problem is that they don’t question it—they simply obey, acting as if without free will. They’re wrong, but they’re happy and full of certainty. Sam and Dean are lost too, but they’re unable to have blind unquestioning faith. The result is that they do good: Dean protects and shows kindness to a woman who was attacked, Sam facilitates a way for a spirit to be put to rest. But they have doubt, which means they also have fear. And they’re left knowing that they have themselves and each other. It’s meant to be complicated and frightening and painful because that’s what it means to be human, and that’s where love and compassion live.
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Heels and shove
Janis ‘Imi’ike x fem! reader
Warnings: fluff, coarse language, violence, injury
Janis’ girlfriend of a year transfers to North Shore, catching the attention of many.
I tried my best anon, hahah. Enjoy:) I also couldn't think of a title lol.
“What are you looking at?” Damian asks.
“Today’s y/n’s first day at the school and I’m hoping she isn’t running late.”
“Why didn’t you guys come here together?”
“She woke up late and told me to come to school first.”
“Oh, no. Did she get enough sleep last night?”
“Why do you think she woke up late, Damian?” Janis asked him in return.
“Sorry.” Damian bit back a laugh.
Before Janis could respond to that, she spots you walking into the school. The sound of your boots hitting the floor with every step you took had the students look up and around to see where it was coming from. And when they realised it was an unfamiliar face, the buzzing began instantly, all of them wondering who on earth you were. Dressed a black lace long sleeve top underneath your tank top, you had on a matching mini skirt to along with your thigh high boots.
You head straight to Janis and Damian. “Hey, you made it.” Janis smirked an arm finding its way around your waist.
“Hey.” You gave her a small smile, then said hi to Damian.
“You’re attracting quite a bit of attention.” He says quietly.
“So?” You and Janis answered in sync before she presses a kiss to your lips.
“Oh, who do we have here?”
Regina. Of course. Of course she’d show up at this very second.
“None of your business, Regina.” You snarked, going along with her tone.
“Oh, my God!” Regina gasps, “Is this your girlfriend, Janis?”
“And that concerns you, how?” Janis shot her a look of annoyance. That feigned niceness. She was being hella sarcastic. Or maybe just bitchy, as usual. Whatever it was, you weren’t having it.
“Maybe you should get on your way.” You said, hoping she’d somehow get the hint.
Janis’ grip around you tightens. “Now we know who’s the top and who’s the bottom.” Regina smirked. Oh you wanted to punch that right off her face.
“Oh, you don’t know shit, you Plastic.” You scoff.
“Baby, just ignore her. She’s not worth any of your time.”
“Please, you were obsessed with me.”
“That’s not the compliment you think it is.” Janis laughs in disbelief, ready to lead you away, to your homeroom. The first bell rings.
“Saved by the bell. Let’s go.” Damian shoves the two of you past Regina and her little posse that’d just caught up.
Well, you ended up being in the same homeroom as Janis, Damian and Cady— Cady was nice, but you knew she infiltrated The Plastics for awhile and what that caused. So you were a little wary of her. Later that day in third period, you sat at your desk in trig when you saw that blonde walk in. Well, fuck.
She smirked at you. You were paying no attention to her, but she still managed to irritate you. She kept interrupting the class, talking to her friend. And seated right behind you too, so you could hear everything that they were saying very clearly. “I’m not afraid of you. If you continue to say anything about me or Janis, you’ll be so sorry.“
“I’ll be waiting, baby.”
“Do not call me that.” You replied harshly, focusing back on the lesson before the teacher could fault you for it.
And when that class was over, she still kept following you. “Regina, what are you even doing?” Gretchen— that’s who that was. “Why are you so interested in bothering them? Just to get a reaction? For what? G, that is so immature. We’ve just been through that whole Burn Book thing and you want to do that again?”
“Relax, guys. I was just joking,”
“Not funny. Piss off.” You stated, then quickly escaped, making your way to American Literature class.
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“You’re in the same trig class as Regina and Gretchen? Damn.” Damian’s eyes widen in shock for a moment.
“She’s really just doing so much for nothing. I don’t know what the fuck kind of ‘reaction’ she’s expecting but I’m just so pissed off at this point.” You huffed, getting out your notebook.
Okay, of course, this was your favourite class so far since you were with Damian and Janis. But then after that, you and Janis were separated again so you could go to AP History. But lunch, lunch was after that which was great because you were getting a little bit hungry. “Okay, class, I will see you all on Thursday. Class dism—” The bell interrupted Mr. Daniels, “Class dismissed.”
Gleefully, you exited the classroom while talking to the friend you’d just made, Elise. “No, I got transferred here because people at my old school decided it wasn’t right for me to retaliate after I got bullied.”
“That’s so rude of them.” Elise said back.
“I left voluntarily.” You added on.
“Go you.” Elise laughs, “What’s your next class?”
“I have lunch. I’m just about to go meet up with my girlfriend and our best friend. You?”
“Oh, I have gym.” She tells you, “I’ll see you again on Thursday though. Bye, y/n.”
“See you.” You waved then she departs, going in the direction opposite of yours.
And then the distinct sound of heels clacking against the school’s floors made you curse— almost aloud, she was coming up behind you. What did you do? Pretend you didn’t hear it, hear her. But you picked up your pace though.
“You.” She somehow caught up anyway. Those Louboutin heels appeared before your eyes.
“What?” You looked at her clearly displeased, feeling the anger within you bubbling up quickly thanks to the hunger.
“No wonder.” She chuckles, the sickening smirk forms again, “No wonder Janis rejected me.”
You scoffed.
“She likes the freaks.” She leaned in to whisper in your ear. You inhaled sharply, your fists balling up. You feel your phone buzzing in your pocket— that was definitely Damian or Janis trying to contact you. “And you’re one.”
“Shut the fuck up.” You snarled, “God forbid little rich girl, Regina George can’t get what she wants one time.”
The blonde stared daggers into your soul. She had the power to intimidate, she had the power over most of the student population to destroy them for life. Janis got a terrible reputation because of the girl before you, that only very recently died off. Not you though, the only thing you felt when you saw her face was anger. Anger for what she did to so many, but mainly anger for what she did to Janis. “Get the fuck out of my way or else I’d just—”
“Just what? Push me? Tell on me?”
The urge to punch her in the face was so incredibly strong, but you took a deep breath and sidestepped her and went on your way quickly.
“God, there you are.” Janis heaves a sigh of relief as you plopped your lunch tray down. “What happened? Is your stomach—”
“I’m fine. It’s not that.” You answered her fast.
“Then-”
Damian tilted his head towards some laughter, from Regina and her little posse. Janis’ brows were raised for a beat and she scoffs, “Lucky for her she didn’t get her jaw broken.”
“I don’t get why Gretchen keeps hanging out with her.” You said, “She was stopping Regina.”
“Gretchen is nice, so is Karen. But you know, they’re still scared of her because well, she’s who she is.” Damian shrugged.
“I mean they could just— stop hanging out with Regina?”
“No, honey, they think they need her. It’s too late. They’re too dependent.” Janis states, holding the Oatly bottle in her hand as she swirled it before taking a sip.
“Hi, freaks.” The blonde intentionally walked by.
“I have had it with you! Why is the school so afraid of you? So what if you’re rich? That doesn’t give you the right to control people for your own enjoyment.” You yelled, “Call me a freak. Whatever. I do not care about what you think. But keep their names out of your mouth or I'll make you regret everything you have ever uttered."
"You don't know her like we do." Damian agrees, "You'll be so damn sorry."
Regina smiled sarcastically, sitting down at her usual table. Karen immediately told her to apologise to you, but did she listen? Of course not. You stood up for yourself and those you care about when it was needed, she tormented everyone because she likes it. That was the difference, and a big one at that. "Okay, what the hell did she actually say to you?" Janis leaned closer to ask quietly.
"She started off by telling me how you rejected her. Like I didn't know that- we were already dating then."
Janis snorted a laugh, "What, and then she called you a freak?"
"She's jealous, my loves." Damian laughs, "She's not used to this...not being able to get what she wants. And I am loving every second of it."
"Of course you are." Janis rolled her eyes.
"Okay, anyway— what's the deal with Cady?"
"That, is Regina's girl."
Your eyes nearly flew out of your head and thank God you weren't eating because you would've choked. "What? That sweet, nice girl is that bitch's girlfriend?"
"Eh, yeah. They're in love and she's the only one Regina even treats like a normal human. But y'know, even better. Because they're dating. So maybe this stupid shit she's saying is all for show, for the thrill. But still, girl I know you wanna kill her but please don't."
"I know, Damian. She's not worth it. I— am so angry right now." Someone threw something at your head. You reached behind the pulled a cheese fry out of your hair, immediately tossing it back before she could dodge. You hit her directly in the mouth. The students surrounding your tables laughed. Satisfied, you returned to eating then cleaned out your hair afterwards.
Regina didn't retaliate again. Until the last bell let out for the day. While you were waiting for Janis to be done with her gym class, someone just came up to you and slammed you against a locker. "Regina! What the hell?" Aaron yelled, "Are you okay?"
"I-"
"How dare you? No one messes with me." Regina continues, pushing Aaron away and lunging at you. She easily shoves you to the floor. You were caught by surprise, completely unable to defend yourself.
"Regina, it's you." Gretchen spoke up, "You have been messing with her all day and now you've really hurt her. I don't know why I'm so scared of you- she's right. You're the same age as me, as so many of us, why are we living like we need to bow down to you no matter what? What's the point?"
God, the pain. The pain in your wrist, it wasn't going away. Tears pricked at your eyes as you tried to help yourself back on your feet. "Regina George, you better stay where you are!" Janis came running, ready to tackle her to the ground. Again, Aaron stops it from happening. "Get off me! She hurt my girlfriend."
"And it's no use getting yourself in trouble over her." Aaron says. Karen and Gretchen helped you up, and you crying out in pain freaked them the hell out.
"Janis, let's go. Now." Damian glared at her, "She needs to go to the hospital."
Janis froze, stopping whatever she was planning on doing. "Fine."
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Ok but my bisexual ass is profoundly invested in Lady Josie and Princess Edwina. Please consider this my official submission for a spicy Saturday of these two.
I have received many messages about Princess Edwina creating some sort of “gay panic” not entirely sure how I’ve done this 😂
I personally just think it’s very funny to have Anthony and Josie for once are united on a mission: Why does Queen Mary not like Josie?
Imagine Josie sidling up to Anthony awkwardly clearing her throat like
“How did you… get The Queen to like you? She has never invited me to tea not once! You and she have a standing appointment!”
Anthony raised his eyebrows, “I had a significant advantage in that I got shot to save the life of her child.”
Josie paused, “That feels… too big to arrange. I don’t know what I did to her!”
“Could be that Edwina was photographed with her head up your top on a street corner?”
“I’m not responsible for her! Have you met her?! She’s like a hurricane! I fear for my life in that car, Anthony!”
Anthony sighed, “Okay, just… come to tea with me. She’ll be glad to see you I’m sure.”
Queen Mary instead raised her eyebrows 30 minutes later when Kate disappeared into the King’s study when she pulled back from the warm hug she’d pulled Anthony into.
“Josephine, I don’t remember getting your RSVP for tea. I’m getting used to that though.”
Josie blanched as the queen turned away, hissing at Anthony, “See, do you see?!”
Anthony blinked at her, “Do you really not RSVP? Josie, that’s rude.”
“It was twice!! And it was an accident!!!”
“You’re going to need Edwina to get you out of this one, I can’t have my stock going down here.”
“Anthony!”
Anyway, spicy Sunday. Maybe? I wouldn’t rule it out?
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you have literally infiltrated my brain with bff mark it’s not even funny 😭😭 where tf is my childhood best friend who is literally obsessed with me, thinks we’re soulmates, will scare off anybody who gets too close to me, and thinks he absolutely knows what’s best for me?? like??? helloooo??
-🎀
bowtiful anon!! i see your ask and i raise you this:
“KNEESOCKS”
“when you know who’s calling even though the number is blocked—!”
mark finds out you have found out that you have a creepy stalker.
cw: MDNI!!!, more bff!mark, somno (making out), religious themes(?), worship, short drabble, reader knows mark is invincible but not essential to story.
side note that has nothing to do with this story whatsoever: mark would most definitely pick out your outfit for the day and look over at you with lovey eyes as he lets you try his ice cream, feeding you with the spoon… idk just an idea haha
you had a stalker.
you knew you had a stalker, there was no way you were going crazy. messages would flood your phone at night time, every time you would block one number another would pop up. this was getting scary.
3am, saturday morning. your messenger app started to blow up.
ding.
— you’re like a god to me, you’re my saviour.
ding.
— i need you so bad it’s driving me insane.
ding. ding, ding, ding-
you had enough. you put your phone on do not disturb, going straight to your phone book app and flicking through your recently called until you saw mark’s name, pressing the screen and listening to the dialling sounds of your phone, waiting for the ‘calling…’ under his name to turn into ‘0:00’ to signify that he had picked up.
“y/n..?”
yes.
“mark? oh- mark it’s horrible i’m- please can you just come over..! i’ll tell you when im-“
tick, tick, tick.
your head shot over to your window, getting up off of your bed and opening your curtains to see your best friend floating outside the glass, concern plastered on his face as you quickly scrambled to open the latch, pulling open the window and grabbing onto his hand to bring him inside. you threw your arms around his shoulders and planted your face in his chest with a sob, his arms wrapping around you like a safe cocoon, stroking the back of your head and shushing you.
“what’s wrong? jesus christ, you’re not hurt are you?” he asks, pulling away from you for a minute to observe your shaking figure. you shook your head, wiping your eyes with the sleeves of your pajama top. “i think- i think i have a s-..stalker-!” you squeaked out, struggling to admit your fear to him. his face contorted in anger, jaw clenched and teeth gritting, “what? wait, who, do you know who!?” he questioned, eyebrows furrowing when you shook your head. “i’ll find them, y/n. i promise- i’ll get on it first thing in the morning.” he reassured you, guiding you over to sit on your bed and swiping his thumbs under your eyes, wiping away your tears.
“please stay with me…” you said in between little sobs, getting back under your covers and resting your head on your pillow. mark nodded, of course he would, leaving you was out of the question. “i’m not going anywhere. i’ll kill whoever they are.” he laid next to you on top of the covers, eyes fixed on you as you thanked him, wished him a good night and slowly slipped back into sleep, smiling before you lost yourself in dreams again.
4:30am.
mark never took his eyes off of you, watching as your chest raised up and down as you lightly snored, cutely even. you looked so peaceful like this, you had yourself out with your little sobs. he placed his hand on your cheek, leaning in to plant a kiss on your open mouth. “i’ll keep you safe forever,” he whispered, head pressed against yours. “you don’t ever have to be scared, not when i’m here.” he continued, tongue sliding between and past your lips. you mewled in your sleep, tongue moving involuntarily against his own. mark pulled away, tugging down the covers and observing your thin pajama jumper, your nipples hardening underneath the material. he wanted to suck on them, leave wet patches on your shirt from wetting them through the material. you were a heavy sleeper, mark knew that all too well.
“you’re my muse,” he breathed, hands tracing over your sleeping body with messy desperation, “you saved me, so i’ll save you… saved me like-… a god..” he finished, looking down on you beneath him.
“i’ll keep you safe from everything apart from me.”
#mark grayson x reader#invincible#dark blog#mark grayson#mark grayson smut#invincible x reader#💬 sparkie is typing…#invincible smut#fem reader#bff!mark grayson#💬🎀 bowtiful anon is typing…
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I know this isn’t the point of the shot, but it looks like S’more is either watching something set ablaze (that isn’t a campfire) or is having flashbacks that involve horrible fire
#the only words in my head were “the war”#I don’t know but the shot if funny to me#cookie run#cookie run ovenbreak#smore cookie#random stuff
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Why does age of calamity have a POV master kohga x reader cutscene
#I barely know anything about the Zelda community but. I’ve been seeing an Amount of self shipping w him#this is why#I KNOW THIS IS ACTUALLY SOOGA’S POV but why is it shot like this.#yiga#yiga clan#master kohga#tloz#age of calamity#ALSO TO CLARIFY THIS ISNT SHIPPING SOOGA WITH KOHGA I JUST THOUGHT THE PERSPECTIVE WAS FUNNY LIKE HES SPEAKING TO YOU THE VIEWER.#don’t hurt me
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I am a “even though he considers her annoying Yu Yiseol is Cheong Myeong’s favorite disciple” truther
#pika’s ramblings#return of the mount hua sect#return of the blossoming blade#romh#listen. listen. listen to me.#she was the first one to recognize his swordsmanship as mount hua’s now-extinct pinnacle after he reincarnated#she understood his strength immediately (which was why he thought she was annoying at the start) and respected it#and knew immediately that it was the sword she should be striving for as a disciple of mount hua regardless of him being of a younger line#and on the reverse side!#cheong myeong is severely disappointed by the skill level of the current mt hua but he acknowledged her skill as a disciple with potential#in the huazhong arc his narration outright says that she was the only second grade disciple who would have a shot#at winning if she’d participated#plus it’s implied that none of the other third grades had the guts to induct her into their training which means cheong myeong was stuck#with the job the whole time until the second grades could train on their own#which is so so funny after he spent all that time avoiding her demands that he train her#anyway. some people might say that yu yiseol is being built as the love interest (I am barely a tenth into the novel so I don’t actually#know what happens past like 200. don’t spoil it for me#but I say they’re wrong!!!!!!!!!!!!!#first of all I think cheong myeong died an 80yo virgin so write that down.#whether it was due to personal preference (aspec) or his single-minded devotion to martial arts doesn’t matter#what MATTERS is that I think yu yiseol is cut from the same cloth#the number one thing in both of their hearts is mount hua’s sword#my hc is that while baek cheon has the most raw power of the second grade disciples yu yiseol has the most skilled swordsmanship#that part’s not relevant I just wanted to mention it.#ANYWAY their first and only loves are the sword and even though their personalities are so wildly different they’re both still oddballs who#devote themselves mind body and soul to their swords.#and no matter what he thinks of her personality cheong myeong’s got to at least grudgingly approve of her dedication to the sword and#desire to improve it
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I’ve been reading early Detective Comic issues (don’t ask why, I have a lot of problems) and if I was offered an answer to only one of the multitude of questions I have, I would have to ask: why is Steve Malone so… pretty?
A bit of context here: early Detective Comics were called “Detective Comics” because they featured stories of multiple detectives. There were other characters to, but the bulk of the stories were about detectives detectiving around. One of these comics is Steve Malone: District Attorney at Law, starring Steve Malone, a district attorney (at law).
Now, maybe I’m just insane, but Steve is drawn very pretty? Like, I don’t know how to explain this in a way that makes sense, he’s just very lovely.
I’ll just put some pictures in, I guess.
(All of these come from Detective Comics (1937-2011) #34)
Actually, looking back, I think it’s just his waist. Why’s it so small? You’ve got to understand, there are other men in these comics, and none of them are drawn like this.
Buck Marshall, in the same comic:
Slam Bradley and his totally not boyfriend who he shares a bed with, also in this comic:
The only character drawn sort of like Steve Malone is Batman
But, on the other hand, Batman is supposed to be an expert gymnast, and it isn’t like gymnasts are particularly large. (Also his proportions are weird because he has the slimness of an acrobat but muscles of steel, giving him a beautiful hourglass figure) Steve isn’t supposed to be a gymnast, he’s just supposed to be a district attorney who’s pretty good at punching people.
Why is he drawn like this? Why is he so pretty? Seriously, what?
#the inane ramblings of a madman#long post#dc#batman#bruce wayne also has a pretty slim waist#it’s just hard to tell because you don’t get a lot of good shots of his figure#and he’s wearing a trench coat in this issue#so his figure is there yeah but it’s hard to see#steve malone#does anyone know this guy?#of course not#i made this post#because i thought it would be funny#and because buck marshall’s hat is comedically tall and i love it#seriously though#is it just me???#am i the only one who’s baffled by steve’s absurd beauty standards???#¯\ _(ツ)_/¯ probably#back to reading comics made before my grandparents were born
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me: i could totally be a hunter in the leftist queer commune i’d be so great at it
me as a teenager: nearly threw up catching one fish and releasing it
#in my defense i might have been a little seasick#the waters were super rough and half the passengers on board were hurling#also i didn’t want to be there i wanted to be hanging out on the beach#if i didn’t have weird dietary issues i’d probably be a vegetarian#i just don’t like killing not even bugs#but it’s a necessity to live yadda yadda i know#death just freaks me out i would have to be a farmer or some other worker in the commune i guess#but i’m a pretty good shot so maybe i could get over it#unrelated but i want a crossbow#one for going to an archery range#but two i think it would throw home invaders off their game more than a gun would#and i don’t trust myself with a gun#other than a rifle#fun story we were catching kingfish on this ill fated fishing trip#those fucks looks like barracuda with their horrible teeth#and i got to watch one flop across the deck to bite a kid who’s now my weatherman do#*so#life is funny that way
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#I put my foot down with my mother in law and let me tell you the way she looked at me like I shot her dog was just insane to me#she insisted on my son wearing this giant winter coat that she bought for him#I said no I’ll have him wear this lighter warm onesie because the thick coats aren’t safe for their car seats#she says but he’ll be cold#and I’m like he’s going straight from here into the car that’s still on and warm and then going straight from the car into my house which is#also warm#he’ll spend less than 5 minutes actually outside#this coat you got is great for time outside when it’s cold but it’s not practical for the car seat#but she still got super quiet and when I asked her if she was upset#she said no it’s okay you guys know what you want to do I just feel bad for him if he’s gonna be cold#and literally#HES NOT#like I’m getting tired of people assuming I don’t know what I’m doing#I kept it together though#but I could just tell that she was upset that I didn’t just outright listen to her#and look you have advice I’m sure but I don’t actually have to listen to you#I don’t#I don’t actually have to listen to anyone at all#I have that choice#and it’s funny how I understand this as a concept#that people don’t need to listen to me#even if I feel I’m right so what? they don’t and that’s that#I’m not gonna waste time to try and convince anyone of anything#but people who just insist that they must be listened to and their word is the end all be all#like bro why#who are you?#why do you think people HAVE to abide by what you say?#because they always have?#because you’re just used to it?#I donno man but I think you’ll find yourself a lot happier when you accept that not everyone has to listen to you and it’s actually OKAY
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#love that i’m at a point in my transition where chronically online trans ppl will ask me why i’m at a discussion group for trans students#because ‘sorry…. you’re cis right? and your pronouns are he/him? that’s it?’ BRO …. GET REAL.#I did not know ppl acted like this irl oof#it’s ok there were a lot of cool ppl too#funny also bc I … don’t even think I pass THAT well. at least to other trans ppl you know?#(cause I don’t try to)#double shot
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Would y’all. Be mad at me if I said I got really into South Park
#midnight whisperings#Kenny. the orange one. he’s my favorite.#LISTEN I DON’T KNOW WHERE IT CAME FROM EITHER#IT’S A SHITTY CARTOON THAT’S UNFUNNY AND TAKES CHEAP SHOTS#but also it’s self aware and it knows that and it’s very funny and I hate everything#o u g h e what the fuck is wrong with me#what have i become
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The gremlin urge to just. Write twenty more scenes that may make me cry while writing them, but they’re so delicate and fragile that I just want to hold all the characters in my heart and give them space to figure everything out.
#my writing#this is about the long one shot I’m writing#and it’s very dear to me now#and I’ve got all the tenses changed to being correct#and I’m just editing it to check for spelling and grammar#and general consistency stuff#but like#I want to keep putting things into it#and at some point I feel like I’m going to have to slap my evil little hands away from the keyboard#and just post it#we’re not there yet#but it’s in sight#this is literally the longest thing I’ve ever written#and I don’t know if I can go back to 1k one shots after this#I put foreshadowing in this#it’s funny foreshadowing#but it’s there#because it’s long enough that I could do that#this is so much fun#but also very painful because I wrote this scene and it hurt me#and now I’m editing it#and it’s hurting me#and when I do another run through#it’s gonna hurt me again#but I love it
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me: my f/os are sooo pretty i can’t even pay attention to the episodes they’re in ahahaha <3
the exact characters i’m talking about:
#they’re chill… sometimes >.>#melvin specifically just looked. really rough in his last few episodes lmao#still don’t think that’s how veins work…… o_o#listen listen. when you’ve stared at them for as long as i have nothing can ruin your perception/j#you know that one ‘double tap now if you’d scrunkly the when’ audio on tiktok?? me. literally me#*picks up characters that have put multiple people in comas* poor little meow meows jus funny lil guys <33#/j#no but i stand my case they are stupid pretty and i’m never gonns get over it#even if they look inanely funky sometimes lol >-<#you thought you’d go one day without rainy f/o posting?? foolish /lh#oddshipping#marigoldshipping#(technically falls under these tags i’d think)#also yb doing the stereotypical close-up-going-insane-shot#literal favorite thing ever it only reminds me of the o_o cursed emoji
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It would be hilarious if villains loved Nightwing and were terrified of Officer Dick Grayson.
Dick Grayson- who is used to open spaces and adrenaline- being stuck in a boring bleak office, surviving on shots of coffee and red bull with caffeine that would make Tim concerned.
The thugs soon realised that unlike most of the other cops - Dick was from Gotham.
No one fucks with Gothamites.
Villain *shooting at Dick with machine guns*
Dick *appearing from the shadows behind him*: Boo.
Villain: THIS IS A FIVE STOREY BUILDING HOW THE HELL DID YOU GET HERE
Or
Thief *throwing a counting down bomb at Dick*
Dick: *catching and tossing the bomb at a safe distance before turning round and shooting it so it explodes mid air while running after thief*
Thief: .. what the actual fuck
Dick: Gee look at all that time you had! Shame you threw it away :D
Thief:
Dick: I’m from Gotham
Thief *realising they fucked up* : Please don’t steal my bones
OR
Shooter: *sets elaborate booby traps throughout the houses in an active hostage situation*
Dick *using his training as robin and inhuman flexibility to surpass them with ease*: Ah been a while since I got to have a nice stretch thank you.
Shooter:
Dick:
Shooter:
Dick: .. Hi :)
Shooter: Are you Satan?
AND
In interrogation room
Murderer: I think I’ll take your eyes and add them to my collection
Dick *running on spite and caffeine that could give Superman a sugar rush* : Funny.. I was going to say the same thing to you
Murderer: .. what
Dick: I wouldn’t take your eyes though.. they look like the inspiration behind the whole Medusa’s “look at it and you turn to stone” thing-
Murderer: Hey! Take that back before I gut you
Dick *smile stretching wider without blinking* : oh? Or what? I know everything about you. Who says I can’t kill you and walk out with everyone being none the wiser? I know how to kill someone too..you aren’t special.
Murderer:
Murderer: I’m scared for my safety.
Because the thing is, Nightwing is who Dick really is. It’s who he can be free as, be himself as without red tapes and regulations. Where he can give as good as he gets, and he’s kind and empathetic. He gets to help the downtrodden and goes easy on most of them if they give up right away, not to mention the fact that he never causes permanent damage.
But officer Dick Grayson is a different story. He runs on sleepless nights and no self preservation. Seeing an officer with an uncanny skill set they’re scarily good at, not to mention the cheery attitude he always has scares the shit out of criminals. Cuz no way in hell is a smiling Gothamite not a deranged one. He chases crimes like a bloodhound, and isn’t afraid to make good on threats he makes to ensure they never hurt anyone again.
Bonus if the batfam doesn’t know about this.
Red hood: Shit I can’t believe we ended up in Bludhaven
Red Robin *tying up the corrupt politican* : Since this is a sensitive case, we need someone we can trust to make sure it is seen through.
Red hood: .. So we paying a visit to Officer Grayson?
Politician *screeching* : NO NO NO NO! PLEASE NOT HIM!! JUST KILL ME INSTEAD AND TAKE ALL MY MONEY I CANT DEAL WITH HIM!
Red hood: .. is he fucking serious?
Henchmen: Sir he is. And we agree. Please take our bones and kill us but don’t take us to Officer Grayson.
Red Robin: Wait what did he do?
Henchman 1: He asked boss if the hat was sentient.. and said that if it was would it make that hat the top and boss the bottom.
Henchman 2: Last time we met I tried to shoot him but suddenly my gun was blank and he raised his hand and let the ammo drop
Red Hood: Well even I could do that-
Henchman 2: They were my bullets. I had selected the colour personally.
Red robin *growing concerned*
Henchman 3: He sang a lullaby to a child when we were holding the station hostage, and replaced the people with my family members. He even sang their social security numbers!
Henchman 4: He’s the most dangerous of them all. I ain’t shitting ya when I say he’s as scary as the bat from Gotham.
*all nodding in agreement*
Red hood:
Red Robin:
Red hood: Nah that doesn’t sound like Dick
Red Robin: Agreed. Let’s go there Hood.
*villains’ sobbing intensifies*
#batman#dick grayson#jason todd#red hood#nightwing#tim drake#batfam#red robin#officer dick grayson#batfam headcanons#dick Grayson headcanons#dick grayson police officer
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