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heartfullofleeches · 6 months

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best friend yans partner making reader cry and yan realizes that it’s not their arms that reader runs to for comfort anymore🫢

You're happy for them.

In the beginning, it was just you and them. Growing up, they had always been a quiet kid. Clung to the hip of the first person who gave them the time of day. You didn't regret your decision then and you don't now. The years you had together were some of the best and you could only wish them happiness going forward. You were so proud of them for building the courage to broaden their friend group... You only wish they let new people in without shutting the old out.

You promised yourself you wouldn't cry when you found out you had to share them with someone else. You promised you wouldn't cry when they cancelled plans to focus on their new relationship. You promised you wouldn't cry when they finally replied to all your calls and texts just to put an end to your life long friendship.

You don't blame them for saying goodbye. It'd hurt less if they had done it in person, but you're adults now - friendships and silly promises are secondary when you've found true love. That's what they said this was in their final message to you- and so you believe them. Won't have much time for movie nights and hanging out like you used to while they're building a life with someone else, so you were bound to drift apart anyway. Everyone always said a bond like yours would stand the test of time, but clearly they were wrong. The best thing you can do for them and yourself is keep your chin high and swallow the tears. As much as it hurts, you won't cry. You won't cry.

"Ugh.. are you are stalker now? It's kind of pathetic for you to cling onto someone you never dated When will it get through your thick skull - they don't need you anymore."

You won't cry. It was pure coincidence that you ran into them again. It makes sense after all the time you've spent together the places you frequented would align. Your old best friend and their new lover had taken a trip to the mall on the day your new acquaintance had taken you to your old stomping grounds to cheer you up. Their partner was like a vulture - watching you from afar and awaiting the second you both were alone to strike. Honestly, it seemed like they didn't even notice you which only teared down another layer of your fragile defense. You want to go home, but you had to wait for your companion. Unlike others - you'd never leave anyone behind.

"They told me all about what it was like when you were younger. How you sucked up every minute of their time and made every thought they had all about you. You're honestly disgusting, you know that?"

Your throat tightens as you're backed into a metaphorical corner. That's not true. You tried to be there for them. They're the one that rejected everyone that wasn't you. Is that really how they viewed you? How they felt about you? Sharp intakes of air build up to the first exasperated wail that rips itself from you. It all crumbles from there. Tears pour from your tired eyes and spent heart. You try so hard to keep it in, wiping at your face and muffling your cries with quivering lips - but they only flood harder. Your aggressor attempts to flee from the scene of the crime as two pairs of footsteps quickly approach.

"Y/n?....."

"Y/n!...."

Sneakers squeak along the mall floor as one sprints to your side, going out of their way to jam their elbow in the ribs of your aggressor as they squeeze past them to get to you. The other stands stagnant as their lover nears - watching as you fall weightless into their arms. They draw back the foot pointed in your direction at first witness to your cries.

"Baby, what happened! Are you okay? This is why I told you to come into the store with me. Calm down, breathe. It's okay. I'm here."

Soft fingers brush away your tears. They dry quicker against someone else's skin. Your head falls to their chest, ears tuned to the gentle beat of their heart to calm the frantic beats in your own. Your companion takes their hand in yours, kissing the back of your knuckles as you follow their instruction and breathe in slowly.

"That's it.... I'm right here. I'll always be right here for you."

Their words are like a dagger to those unfortunate to listen. A blade dug deeper by your redden eyes and the small smile that forms as you gently squeeze your savior's hand. Once upon a time, it was their hand you held when at your worse - just as yours had pulled them out of the wreck their life was before they meet you. You used to be each other's shoulder to cry on. Safe houses from a world that never understood you or bothered to care. They long for that moment in time, but in that instance it all felt too perfect. If they hadn't let you go and found comfort elsewhere they'd only hurt you in the end - crush and buried beneath the weight of the ever-changing, conflicting tide of their feelings for you.

Laughter draws them back to the cruel reality they now face as punishment for their selfish decision.

"I'm fine now - I swear!"

"Nope! Since you won't tell me what's wrong, we ain't stopping until you're all smiles. We're going to hit up every store in this mall until it closes and you find something that completely takes your mind off whatever got you down. As your new best friend, it's my duty to make sure your heart is in good shape.... So I can steal it later on."

"You're such a dick...." Nudging their arm with your elbow, you giggle - then sigh. "Well, if you're paying, I guess I can't complain. Best be on our way then."

A passing glances comes not from you, but from the victor of this scenario. Your new best friend locks an arm around your waist, placing a kiss to your hair before mouthing a single word over your shoulder.

"mine."

A hand reaches out as you disappear into the crowd. It's falls not into the grasp of the one its heart truly desires, and instead into the iron grip of the person they chose as a cheap imitation.

"Can you believe those two?"

".... I'm going to fucking kill that bastard."

#yandere #yandere imagines #yandere x reader #yandere insert #yandere scenarios #yandere x you #yandere oc #yandere blurb #yandere headcanons #yandere drabble #tw yandere #yandere angst #yandere best friend

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wcters · 1 month

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𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗧 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗔 𝗚𝗜𝗥𝗟𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗 𝗪𝗛𝗢 𝗡𝗔𝗣𝗦 𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘

pairing: matt sturniolo x fem!reader

summary: matt with a girlfriend who is obsessed with naps/naps all the time

warnings/notes: established relationships, will probably be shorter than the last one 🤍 sorry

- you need coffee all the time

- or just any caffeine

- always nursing a red bull or iced coffee

- probably stopped working to keep you awake after awhile but you gaslight yourself into thinking it does

- you have woken up in matt’s bed with chris beside matt who’s beside you

- like hello? when did you show up and it’s too squished

- slipper socks . . . you have cold feet a lot

- you force matt to take his shoes off if he’s going on the bed. no matte how clean they are

- will not let him leave your naps

- have your own pillow and pillowcase at his house

- always have bags under your eyes

- sometimes you can’t sleep without matt

- like you have to be touching him somehow: legs tangled up, hand holding, something

- have a playlist of just phoebe bridgers songs to fall asleep to (same)

- love stealing and sleeping in his boxers and his shirts

- you’re one of those girls who will just wear shorts and a shirt but refuse to put anything else on if you get cold

- you’ll either cuddle up to matt or get more blankets

- MELATONIN GUMMIES

- you take em’ if you are just not falling asleep cause that happens

- have definitely fallen asleep in matt’s lap or something while he’s playing video games and he doesn’t have the heart to wake you up or tell you you’re in the way

- like that feeling when you have to get up when you have a cat in your lap

- sleep in a starfish position unless matt’s there

- nick, chris, and matt have so many 0.5’s of you sleeping

- #mouthbreather

- you’ve almost fallen asleep while you’re out for dinner

- have a shirt/sweater that says ‘i’m tired but i’m being brave about it’

- fall asleep to true crime

- talk about the most confusing and existential stuff and then fall asleep like nothing

- people complain you sleep too much? your just a girl 🎀

- when someone asks you to hang and and you say your busy your probably just taking a nap

- you and matt are always down for a nap

- you’re a sleepy couple

- you will set like 10 alarms to wake you up because you’ll either snooze them or sleep through them

- you always have cold water and chapstick near you when you’re napping/sleeping

- soooo delirious when you first wake up

- you prefer the room or wherever you’re having a nap to be cold

- not like freezing but under the temperature you’d usually have the house/apartment

- sleep focus? 🔛 no one is getting to you unless it’s an emergency

- you’ll text everyone who might try to reach you

- ‘i am having a nap, will not answer for anything cause i’ll be asleep 😌😌’

- matt has gifted toy essential oils or bath salts to help you sleep

- christmas morning with you SUCKS and you admit that. you hate waking up early

- matt will have to drag you out of the room

- all pissed at him and everyone else until you get your gifts or go back to sleep

- fall asleep during movie nights

- you can sleep anywhere and will

- the triplets will get home from somewhere and you’re just on the couch or sitting at their dining room table asleep

- if you don’t want up, matt will just pick you up and carry you to your room

- you’ve dropped your phone on your face before cause you fell asleep watching it

- you won’t admit it out loud . . . but you love asmr

- have a playlist of your favourites

- passenger princess, sleeper edition!

- has a headrest pillow you bought

- blanket ready to go and chair laid back if no one’s behind it

- matt draws shapes on your back

- will nap with best friends

- talk and talk and let everyone know how much you love naps

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burntoutdaydreamer · 2 months

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3 Steps to Improve Your Characters and Make Them Three-Dimensional

So I don’t have a process for creating/developing characters (to me the process is intuitive to the point where I wouldn’t even know how to explain it), but I do have a process for revising characters that just… fall flat, for whatever reason.

I like to get to know my characters by throwing them into a bunch of different situations and seeing how they react, but sometimes that’s not enough. In these cases I need to go back to the drawing board and figure out how to make them not feel like a cardboard caricature of the role I need them to fill. Here’s the process I use, and it involves three key questions to understand what makes your character tick.

1) What is this character’s fundamental belief- either about the world or themself?

2) Where does this belief come from?

3) How does this belief hinder them, and are they capable of growing past it?

Alright, here’s what the process looks like in action.

Let’s say I have a character I need to flesh out for my story.

Character A is a middle aged coffee shop owner and the protagonist of her story. The central conflict of the story revolves around trying to save the family run coffee shop she inherited from her father when he passed away, which has recently fallen on hard times.

What is this character's fundamental belief?

Character A believes that the world is an inherently good and fair place. She believes that good is always rewarded and bad is always punished, even if the timing isn't always perfect. As such, she strives to live a virtuous life, putting as much good into the world as she possibly can. While she understands that even good people can face hard times, she believes that in the long term, if things don't work out, it'll be because she didn't put in the work needed to turn things around.

Where does this belief come from?

Character A grew up in a solidly middle class household with good parents that treated her well- rewarding her for good work, and fairly punishing her for misdeeds. Her parents gave her everything she needed, but also expected her to work hard for the things she wanted. She also had the experience of watching her father build a successful business through hard work and by building strong connections with the people in town. If we want to push this further, we could also say that this belief was reaffirmed by watching her brother ruin his own life, squandering all his money and goodwill with those around him on failed get-rich-quick-schemes and outright scams that landed him in jail.

How does this belief hinder them, and are they capable of growing past it?

Let's say that Character A recently hired a barista who seems perfect for the job. Strapped for help, she gets him started right away before getting the results of his background check. When the results come in, she finds out that he is on probation and was recently released from jail for a violent crime. Shocked, she fires him. Believing that people who end up in jail always deserve it, she can't see past her initial prejudices. As a result, her coffee shop suffers from the loss of her new star barista.

Some time goes on, and Character A encounters the barista again, and learns more about the circumstances that landed him in jail (maybe he was falsely convicted, maybe he was battling psychosis, maybe the violent act was done to prevent a loved one- anything that makes her question her initial assumptions). He then confesses that he is struggling to provide for himself and his family because no one will hire him because of his criminal record. Character A comes to realize that her belief isn't completely true, and that the world isn't entirely fair. Though it takes a lot of inner work to do so, including coming to terms with her privilege, she eventually accepts this, and revises her beliefs. She decides that even though the world isn't fair, people have the responsibility to make it fair.

She decides to re-hire the barista she fired. After doing everything she can to make things right with him, she proposes an idea she wants his help with. Together, they transform her family business into a joint coffee shop and community rehabilitation center. In addition to selling coffee, they also launch a program to provide resources to recently incarcerated individuals looking to reenter society. They'll host weekly events on job interview coaching, alcoholics anonymous, motivational speeches, group therapy, opportunities to connect with open-minded employers, and more. Their promotion of this new program enables them to secure funding from local patrons and public grants, and customers are willing to pay for more expensive coffee with the knowledge that that money will be put to good use.

Additionally, if we want to go with the brother in jail backstory, we could have this ending be an opportunity for her to reconnect with him and maybe even repair their relationship as she gets to see him in a new light.

Main Takeaways

And there you have it!

You can use this process on any character- protagonist, antagonist, side character, etc. By grounding your character's motivations and development in their beliefs, you can easily introduce depth and internal conflict while keeping everything connected to the themes and plot driving your story.

Depending on your character's role or your story's plot, the belief can be wide reaching and complex (such as a philosophy or ideology), or specific and personal (such as having to do with their self-esteem). Either way, it should always be tied to their personal experiences or observations. This doesn't necessarily mean a tragic backstory. It could be, but I encourage you not to make this your default way of creating character depth. A mundane but grounded and sincere motivation will always be more compelling than cheap, dark shock factor.

Generally, protagonists with happy endings and villains with successful redemption arcs are capable of moving past their beliefs, while tragic heroes and antagonists aren't, and this failure is usually the source of their downfall. Keep in mind that even if characters do move past their old beliefs, it will always be a difficult thing to do. It will require them to confront their own mistakes, biases, and emotional wounds, and require both internal and external work in order to fix whatever their old beliefs have damaged.

Hopefully this guide will help you approach your characters from a different perspective. Feel free to share any insights.

Happy writing y'all!

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avrilsboy · 3 months

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i'm only partway through ep five of true detective but god. the escalation of martin's misogyny to where he hits and slut-shames his teenage daughter audrey in the same sentence that he talks about a statutory rape charge against the young men she was found in a car with, and how this is immediately preceded by a scene of him being congratulated for rescuing a child from a child rapist/murderer, who he himself killed assassination-style out of sheer rage. he got away with covering it up as a defensive kill, he received a promotion, he got a second chance with his wife maggie whom he cheated on and got to be with his young daughters again. despite all that he does wrong, all is right in martin's world. audrey, though, now a teenager, is now at the receiving end of her father's hatred of women; she doesn't even realize that she has been at this receiving end since she was a child of nine or so, ever since her parents found her drawings of naked men and women having sex in her school notebook. maggie is properly disturbed by this, wondering if audrey is possibly being sexually abused, knowing very well how early girls learn about sex because of the dangers they face as girls, while martin is only angry at audrey for displaying a knowledge of sex in the first place. he can't cope that his young daughter is a woman to-be. he can't possibly marry his own ideas and treatment of women with the reality that both of his children will soon become those very women. and since he categorically gets what he wants without ever needing to challenge his perceptions or change himself in any capacity, he continues to direct his rage at women, and his daughters suffer for it. even maisie, favored over audrey by martin, starts facing direct whispers of his misogyny as she makes the cheerleading team, something with a clearly sexual connotation in martin's mind.

and on the very same page is rust, who in his previous job had also killed a suspect upon discovery of child abuse. he, however, received no accolades; he instead spent time at a psychiatric hospital, as this was viewed as a mental breakdown in connection with the recent loss of his own daughter, sofia. rust, refusing pension, was instead sent to do undercover work for an extensive seven years as consequence. he loses a lot in the aftermath of his daughter's death; his marriage falls apart, he copes by overworking, he doesn't sleep. he is haunted by sofia's presence. he's often detached and pessimistic, only able to view the world in strict functions: cause and effect. fear and desire. animals playing power-games on what is truly a nothing planet in the scope of the universe. upon becoming martin's partner, he gets to witness martin fucking up a life he himself once had -- he gets to witness him be emotionally unavailable to his daughters, watches him cheat on his wife -- but rust can do only that. observe, and let martin know he observes. and he makes sure martin still maintains his chances, encouraging him to cover up the crime of murdering a suspect, telling him that his relationship with maggie will turn around.

here's the thing, though: rust has something that martin wishes he had, too. martin wishes he could view his daughters as forever-children. he doesn't wish they had died as sofia had as just a toddler, obviously not -- but their unavoidable womanhood is, to him, its own death sentence. he hates that his children are becoming the very women he derides and uses to bolster his own position as a man. he hates that their innate womanhood would dare beg him to change his mindset for the sake of his relationships with them as their father, for the sake of their safety in the world. he could only dream of his daughters being perfectly innocent non-women forever, something only their early graves could ever promise.

#*pointing at marty every episode* i've had enough of this dude #a cop is a violent misogynist? groundbreaking.#but genuinely i am enjoying this show and i like that i fucking hate this guy LOL #i'm rllllly enjoying how the show juxtaposes and melds rust and martin's viewpoints and experiences #true detective #martin hart #rust cohle

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fcwoso · 6 months

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Personal tattoo artist · Mapi León

Summary: Mapi helps reader to overcome her fears but not without a cheeky proposal (fluffy)

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María has always loved tattoos. It didn't matter if she was the one getting them or someone else, it was something she felt passionate about. She saw the body as a canvas, one that would tell it's own story as time passed by. The drawings and words each represented something, a thought or a feeling. Even if it referred to a miniscule moment. It wasn't a surprise when she announced that, that would be the career path she'd follow when her time as a soccer play would come to an end. On one side it was a scary thought, football is all she has been doing for most of her life.

"Amor (love), come on. You trust me, right?" María pouted as she put her sketchbook down. The book was filled with her creative ideas, she even dedicated a few pages to you. Sketches that reminded her of you, ones that she'd love you to get tatted. The Spanish woman pulled you closer and nuzzled her face in your neck. You could feel her sighing for the umpteenth time this evening, but not before she left a trail of kisses on your warm skin. She wasn't really frustrated, she just loved being a bit dramatic.

The evening started out relaxed. María had training in the morning which meant you two had the rest of the day to spent together. After Googling for a nice place to eat, you decided to go to a restaurant not far from your appartment. Unfortunately once arrived at the place, you stumbled upon a poster that said the place was under reconstruction.

The mood was pretty much killed after that but María came up with the brilliant idea to cook something at home. The muscles in her legs were still aching and all she wanted was to have a nice meal and watch a good show, was what she said. In reality she prefered cuddling on the couch with you. Her muscles were completely fine, she felt great even.

The now empty plates were placed on the glass table in front of the lovers while the tv was still on in the background. "Yes, cariño (honey). Ofcourse i do. It's just that i'm scared i'll regret it." You admitted. A few weeks ago you two went to visit an old friend of hers. That friend is a tattoo artist and offered you to get a tattoo of your choice. You actually had something in mind but backed out last minute. It was this intense fear of regret that kept your mind wondering if it was a good idea to continue, so you didn't.

María's hands found yours as she noticed you were actually worried. It really wasn't that big of a deal, but she didn't want to downplay your emotions. Your thumb grazed over the rose that was displayed on her palm. The rose was her own work, it was a piece she was proud of. And so were you, you were so proud of her courage. The exact courage you were currently missing.

"You know, it's okay to feel that way." María engulfed one hand of yours in hers while the other one travelled to your chin. "I just don't want you to regret not getting it". She softly placed a kiss on your lips and smoothed out the frown between your eyebrows. It's true, it's been a couple of months since you've started talking about this tattoo. Your lips found hers again right after she pulled away, missing her reassuring touch. Her eyes twinkled as she stared at your face, a child-like smile growing on hers.

"Just a reminder, i can do the job as well." María said with raised eyebrows. She wrapped her arms around your waist, you could feel her getting excited at the idea because of the way she was almost restricting your blood flow. "I mean..." You wondered. It's María. Mapi. Your partner in crime. How would you ever be able to regret this tattoo?

She did have the equipment for it, she had the skills as well. "Princesa." María stood up firmly and placed her hands on her sides. "I believe in you." You started giggling, not being able to take her seriously because of the look on her face. "You're lucky you're cute." You said. Eyes following her frame when she made her way out of the living room. She came back with another book, a smaller book than the one she was drawing in earlier.

"What's that?" You asked, curiosity growing bigger by the second. "Oh, this old thing?" Maria huffed and laughed nervously. A few strands of hair were covering her face, she started to scan the pages of the mysterious book. "Escúchame (listen), i have this theory." You couldn't help but laugh at her behaviour, your fingers stroking her short hair back behind her pierced ears. "You should go for something totally different, you don't want to get a tattoo you've had major doubts about."

"Okay, but what does this book have to do with it?" You asked, still not fully understanding the purpose of it. The book was quickly placed in your hands by your lover. The woman next to you started to grow shy under your stare, which is unusual for her, feeling as if she had just exposed one of her biggest secrets. "These are sketches i've never shared with anyone. I'm sure you'll find one that perfectly suits you." María admitted with a soft smile on her face. You couldn't help but pull her closer in your arms, leaving a couple of kisses to the side of her face and on her now slightly red cheeks.

"Thank you." The sincere words were very much appreciated by the footballer. "I'd love to share some other ideas, though." The Spanish woman gained her confidence back in a matter of time. You suddenly found yourself sitting on her lap, legs on each side of her strong body. Her hands wandered around your waist and eventually rested on your thighs that were covered by one of her joggers. "There's this really cool name, something along the lines of Mani, Mapi?" She began. One of her hands moved and rested on your lower back, you quickly understood what she was proposing. "Yeah, there's no way i'm getting a tramp stamp."

#mapi leon x reader #maria leon x reader #mapi leon one shot #mapi leon #barcelona femeni x reader #woso community #woso x reader #woso imagine

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dontexpectmuch · 1 year

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“hello, i am jude bellingham and today i will be interviewing my partner in crime, the love of my life, the straw to my berry, the-“ judes long and exaggerated introduction was interrupted by you, who was sitting next to him on the couch, “don’t overdo it, bellingham.” rolling your eyes and trying to hold back your smile, you lightly hit his shoulder, thus, a smile creeping on his lips.

“right.” he clears his throat, “sorry, darlin’”, shortly looking at you, jude leans closer and softly headbutts you, like a cat would to show its affection to someone.

“today, jude has the opportunity to ask me anything he always has wanted to know.” you continue to explain, not fighting back the smile on your lips anymore.

“this is brought to you by 1&1.” he quickly adds, before looking down at the questions he wrote on the card in his hands .

after dating for one and a half year, your relationship finally public, judes football club, bvb, asked if you two wanted to do a couples video, the football club known for always doing something to bring footballer and fans closer together.

jude was really excited, he finally had an excuse to ask you everything he never really got a clear answer to, while your leg was shaking, nervous from what your boyfriend would ask.

“okay, love.” jude begins, quickly adding, “be honest, though.”

“promise.” you replied, looking at his face as he smirks.

well, fuck.

“wait!” you cut him off before he had even started, “why is he the only one asking me something? what about me?” you look at the people behind the camera, all of them looking at you with an apologetic smile.

“it was judes idea.” daniel, the video director answered.

“judeth.” narrowing your eyes, you look at your boyfriend, him not being sorry at all.

instead of saying anything, jude decides to begin with the first question, “who, besides me, is your football crush?”

“pedri gonzalez.” you answer without any hesitation.

jude, thinking you wouldn’t say a name, looked at you with shock writing over his face. “that was fu- i mean, really fast, babe, like, straight out.”

“you wanted me to answer honestly.”

“i thought i was your football crush?” he, being the oh so well-known drama queen he was, placed his hand on top of his heart, eyes wide.

“well, you can’t be my crush now, can you? you’re my boyfriend.” is all you say, shrugging with your shoulders. “i have thing for spanish men, like, have you seen him?”

“moving on!” jude tries to change the topic as fast as he could, “we will talk about this later, though.” he mumbled under his breath.

“pardon?”

“what would be a break up reason for you?” he asks, putting the question sheet down, legs crossed and upper body turned to you.

“you mean, like, with you? or in general?” you ask, head angled to the left, as you look at his face.

“in general.”

“easy,” you start, sitting up properly and facing the camera to explain everything, “i really like the movie trilogy ‘how to train your dragon.’ like, so much, i can’t even explain it, you just have to put it on whenever i have a bad day and i immediately feel better. but, if the person i’m dating says something like, ‘oh, ew why would you watch this blablabla.’ i’d immediately leave them, i don’t care.” your face was serious, eyebrows knitted together.

“nah, for real.” jude nods, agreeing with you, “that film is an absolute banger.”

“i know, right!” you know turn to face him, happy that your boyfriend seems to enjoy the films just like you do.

“but that’s a child movie.” someone behind the camera voices out, causing yours and judes head immediately to snap to the direction the voice came from, offended looks painted on your faces.

“take it back!” you exclaim.

“for real, i even cried when i saw that scene in the last part.” jude quickly comes to your aim, his hand sneaking behind your waist to draw faint shapes on your hip/waist area.

hearing him say that made you giggle, leaning against his side and putting your elbow on his knee.

and it is true, you guys really were partners in crime, he was the apple to your pie, the smoke to your high.

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levyfiles · 23 days

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I have no horse in the Watcher race, the only thing of theirs I have ever watched was Buzzfeed Unsolved and Puppet History, both of which have been over for a while. I didn't even know Steven existed until this whole drama started.

What I can say is that, from my mostly outsider point of view, it appears that the Watchers missed the mark on this announcement (as many, many others have explained in detail) and are not handling the backlash as promptly as they should (radio silence is not a good idea when backlash is this intense).

BUT the way the viewers are handling it is childish. The whole "Watcher isn't even as good as Buzzfeed Unsolved anyway" thing feels like sour grapes. Steven being branded a scapegoat seems like a way for the fans to give the ghoul boys an "out" (not touching on why Steven is the scapegoat, you can draw your own conclusions). The most telling to me, however, is that there are very few recommendations threads; usually this "loss" of content is the perfect opening to boost shows with similar premises. Youtube channels with a focus on ghost cases, true crime, and fun banter between friends tend to be a dime a dozen, and yet I have only seen two or three recommendation posts (all rather sparse, too). This feels less like collective grief over a perceived betrayal and more like an attempt at bullying the ghoul boys into rethinking WatcherTV and staying on youtube (with a convenient audience-chosen scapegoat to pin the blame on).

Even as an outsider, you hit the nail on the head. That is exactly what's happening.

The only note I'll add is how sadly comedic it is that the fandom was once so proud of them for respecting days off for their workers. It's really on them dropping this on a Friday. We all sit on the hope that Monday morning isn't a bloodbath

#watcher #shane madej #ryan bergara #steven lim

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yaut-jaknowit · 7 months

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Mating Season Ends

Pairing: We'ar-ow (Female Yautja) x GN!Reader

Word Count: 3359

Summary: After lasting about 2 weeks, mating season ends and the ship returns to normal. Dwainet didn't get a single female. You begin to learn the life that We'ar-ow leads and all that consists within in it.

Author Note: Slowly working at this while getting to requests, promise! I had to think about how I was going to go along with this story. I think I have it down, we'll see it. Also, I haven't forgotten about the 1k drawing. I'm only four away currently so we'll seeeee

Masterlist

Ao3

There’s a smirk among We’ar-ow’s face. Said Yautja is sat upon a single seat chair in her living room, tablet in her grasp. Though, she hadn’t forced you to be out here with her, your room was starting to get beyond boring of just standing there and doing nothing. Instead, you’ve ventured out and explored what was available to you.

A watchful eye was kept on her as you moved around, like a fearful animal ensuring you didn’t anger her. You knew, despite her gaze on the device, she also observed you. Always. You stopped and peered over at the pink Yautja, head slightly tilted. She doesn’t often let loose any expressions but the fact she had a full grin peeked your interest. Yet, you didn’t dare raise a question.

Right as you were about to continue exploring, We’ar-ow grunted. “Do not be afraid to ask a question, pet,” she said, eyes still on the tablet. You tensed up and worried at your bottom lip. “Speak.”

You groaned lowly. “Why are you smirking?” you brought up the question rolling around your mind. Her upper mandibles twitched, clicking against the bottoms ones. You stayed in the same spot by a room you’ve never been in before.

“That male you mated with.” Dwainet. You slightly flinch as his words rang in your mind. “The mating season ends today. Not a single female reported mating with him.” Reported? They listed that shit?! By god’s grace… all of this was so strange and kind of disgusting to be honest. Why would you want someone to know who you… ehm, had sex with?

Disgust fell over your face. “Why do you know this?” you asked another question, feeling uncomfortable about the conversation.

We’ar-ow raised her device slightly. “We have everything charted. It’s a way to ensure inbreeding does not occur or any diseases appear, we are able to track it down to whom.” Okay… now that made more sense. Still though, you didn’t want your dirty laundry to be aired. “I expected no one to mate with his disloyal ass. I like to know if it was true.”

Her words from when she bested Dwainet rung inside of her head. Right. Since he committed a low crime, not a single female would let them mate with her. Something you also took joy in, just less noticeable. You cleared your throat and softly nodded your head. “That’s… that’s good to know,” you spoke and leaned against the wall close by.

A hum filled the tense air. “Yes. Are you pleased?” Now, your brows furrowed at her words. Why would she care? You just shrugged your shoulders nonchalantly to answer her question. “You still care,” it was more of a statement than a question.

Deep down, you do. You still do. Your heart continuously ached at the heartbreak but he was your first love, true love at first sight. As stupid as the whole situation was, you still cared about the person who smashed your heart without any remorse. Look at you now: a pet to the Monarch of an alien clan. How your world had turned upside down.

“Yes,” you hissed out and stared down at the ground. “I do, okay?”

The couch groaned underneath her as she got up. Instantly, your head whipped up and watched as she made her way over to you. Everything just froze in your mind again, unable to think of way to escape or anything of the sort.

As she stopped before you, she reached out with her hand cupped your chin. Your first reaction was to flinch, but her touch was soft. “Why?” she demanded and tilted your head up to look her in the eye.

A defensive streak rose inside of you. Why did she have to question everything you did? “He was my first love. It felt like true love at first sight,” I said and tried to keep a neutral expression on my face. I didn’t need her to be anger at anything I said.

She hummed once more. A few muscles on your face twitched. Her thumbed swiped along your cheek and drew your attention to something shining on the finger. A tear. You were crying. Why? To save what left over dignity, you tore your head from her grasp. There wasn’t anywhere else to go though so you just stayed against the wall, arms crossed.

“Oomans are so foolish.” You curled more in on yourself. “Love at first sight? There’s no such thing. It is something to nurture and help flourish.” If you had it in you, you would’ve barked out a laugh. As if she or her kind knew of care and kindness.

Rough around the edges. The inside, worse. Just a cactus where their hearts should be. Ugly, heartless, and homewrecker. You kept a heady stare on the floor and grumbled out inaudible words. Not that she would care.

All you wanted was to go home! Fresh, hot tears steered down the lengths of your cheeks and darkened the cloth of your shirt. You bit your tongue; silence was the best answer to any argument. Because it stopped them. She can keep stating her case, breaking your already shattered heart. Here you are, staying quiet and knowing everything she said was the truth. You were foolish and stupid. Look where it got you.

A warm hand tipped your head back up to be face to face with We’ar-ow once more. Your gaze still cast downwards, no matter what she did. The Yautja sighed, a rough sound on your ears, and dropped her head. Then picked her massive head back up to look at you. Her pupils boring an unnecessary hole into you. “I see you have come to realize the truth.”

And the truth hurt. Your bottom lip wobbled.

“That male never cared about you. Not truly. Not the way you wanted. You were something new to his young mind, a new toy if you must. The novelty worn off when realized a ooman mate will diminish his chances of producing a strong bloodline.” Every single word of hers was a gut wrenching, heart tearing, punch to where it hurts most.

Your shoulders trembling at the first sob. Once the damn broke, it was hard to stop. The stress of it all was caving in on you after one beam fell. Your knees gave out and forcing you to drop to the ground. From there, you sobbed your heart out in front of someone you didn’t trust. You backed yourself against the wall and curled as tightly into a ball that was possible.

We’ar-ow stood tall above you, unsure on what to do, arms limp at her sides. Slowly, as if she was hunting, she lowered herself to her haunches, still towering in height and size.

“I wa-was nothing more, more than a play, plaything to him!” you cried into your thighs, body shaking with each pathetic weep. That year with him meant nothing! Nothing to him. While it was thought to be the best time of your life… you were only blinded by the lies and façade.

Coarse, rough skin petted the top of your head and ran down to the base of your neck. You were shocked out of your cryfest as the pain of the mark being touched and hissed. In reaction, you snapped your head up and pinned the limb against the wall. But, that caused it to hurt worse. You jerked away from the wall and reached back to gentle poke at the now blazing mark.

In a whirlwind of emotions and unstable mindset, you snapped at We’ar-ow. “Why did you fucking touch it?!” The mark had scabbed over during the healing process but the skin around it was still sensitive and sore. “You don’t know shit!”

She just sat there, on her haunches, only raising a singular brow at you. “I do not?” she questioned lowly, face revealing nothing of her emotions. You didn’t know what to be more scared after the raging emotions died. Unable to know what she was feeling or how calm those three words came out. You swallowed thickly and curled back into a frightful ball. Maybe she’ll just get this over with and kill you.

Something warm rested under your jaw and forced it up once more. But you don’t look the predator in the eye. That. That is a death sentence. “Pet, I asked you a question.” Again!? Seriously? You could just feel the need to sob your heart out all over again. Why does she keep calling you that? Why not your name? Or something more human than ‘pet’?

For all the energy you had left, you simply just nodded your head. We’ar-ow did not understand your feelings for Dwainet. She never will.

The Yautja simply made a ‘hmpf’ sound and barely nodded her head in thought. “Why do you think that?” she asked. Another question to force you to respond, in any way. Your eyes clenched shut and pushed out any leftover tears. Then, you gulped and took a deep breath.

“I’ve been around your kind long enough. You are a rude, inconceivable species with not a single centimeter of space for love. You, out of everyone, don’t know a single thing about my situation!” Your voice grew in volume the longer you talked. Not that you meant for that to happen.

With her long tongue, the pink Yautja was able to click her tongue and shook her head. The hand under your chin slid against your skin to rest upon your cheek this time. “When I had first found you, my dear ooman, you were a mess of emotions and sorrow. That tells me enough. My age comes into play next. I’m older than you think, gaining experience through my years. I do understand, ooman.”

You snorted through your nose and glared from underneath your brows up at her. We’ar-ow leaned in close, enough for her breath to fan across your wet face. “Why do you think I’ve taken you in as my pet?” Your body tensed, frozen in thought before your shoulders shrugged.

One of her upper mandibles lifted. Her long, pink tongue slithered out and licked up a stripe of your salty tears. “You’ll find out in time.” You jerked your head back only to smack it against the wall behind you, upper lip curling up. We’ar-ow chuckled.

Without a word, you silently pouted and stayed on the ground. We’ar-ow stood back up and offered a hand to you. “Come along, pet.” You scowled at the name but took up on her offer. Just using a sliver of her strength, she pulls you up to your feet. You were yanked up, not expecting the sudden strength or move. The action caused you to bump into her.

One of her arms settled between your shoulder blades and held you steady against the warmth of her body. Blazing heat flashed across your cheeks and raced up to the tips of your ears. You swallowed thickly, entirely form tense and unwilling to move. Neither did she.

The entire time, her gaze was tilted down at you. An alien grin growing on her mandibles, minute. In the state of shock, you didn’t even have time to see it on her features. It was gone as you took all the space you could away from her, back against the wall once more. You took a deep breath in, cleared your throat, and finally looked the predator in the eye. “Where are we going?” you spoke, voice different than before.

We’ar-ow let her arm fall limp to at her side, her eyes still trained on your meek, nervous form. “Out. I have more things to finish before the end of the cycle,” she explained, observed you for a few extra seconds before turning about face and heading towards the door. A scowl fell upon your features at the notion of going out there once more. Paraded as her damn pet.

From the safety of being behind her, you glared fiery daggers at the Yautja and wished you could throttle her. Then, you took the needed steps to catch up to We’ar-ow. The two of you were out the door and shortly on your way to wherever.

The halls weren’t overflowing with the aliens. Today seemed to have calmed down after the season had ended officially. Everyone tired out after the last two weeks had everyone’s hormones thrown into a whirlwind. One that got you caught up in this mess of trouble and rage.

During the entirety of her strutting, you promptly stayed at her six and used her shadows to hide. Pathetic, even with how little Yautjas there were roaming. After everything that has occurred, staying as safe as possible was a necessity to your survival. You don’t know who will challenge the Monarch, as stupid as they would be, for your head. Oomans aren’t well liked upon the predatory species as you’ve come to learn. But here you were, in the lions den with the leader of tribe as your protector. All it takes is one person…

A familiar color caught your eye, feet faulting for a couple of seconds. You accidentally trip over air, barely saving yourself an embarrassing face plant in front of everyone… including Dwainet. Without truly thinking about it, you rushed to catch up once more to the pink Yautja. Your eyes prompt finding the dark metal grey floors far more interesting than the burning rage glare pinned on you.

Cliché enough but if looks could kill, the heat from his gaze would burn hotter than a sun. Death, instantaneously.

One look couldn’t be helped. Eyes flickering for just a millisecond, one too long. You took note that his eyes weren’t on your own. Instead… a little lower, towards your neck. Instinctively, you reached up to touch at the warm leather wrapped peacefully there. A constant reminder to who owned you. If looks could kill… We’ar-ow would be thrown out an airlock and forgotten about.

After that shorter, hair-raising encounter, you stuck to We’ar-ow’s backside like glue. The Yautja didn’t need a leash to keep you this close to her. Just straight terror of what your ex-lover might do to you. Especially learn what had happened to him. He had to be seething from the limited knowledge you had about his species.

The hallway you were taking seemed familiar. Somewhat at least. You scrapped through your mind to remember where this was leading you. Before you had a chance, We’ar-ow stopped in front of a door and imputed a code. Your eyes snapped to her movement, only catching the last three pushes. Three, not bad out of the six you believed was the length of her code.

It opened up to reveal the grand throne room. We’ar-ow marched into the room at her normal strutting pace. Once more, you were left to scramble after her. The Monarch took each step up to the throne chair with pride. You watched as the calm, relaxed Yautja morphed into the leader of her clan. Her face no longer as causal, eyes slightly hooded over as she looked down on the empty space before her.

On the other hand, you went to the spot you had sat at before. Only to notice a soft, plush cushion in place. Despite her gaze on the purple carpet before her, you looked over at her. You were hesitant to sit down on the pillow, unsure if this was the purpose of it. Or something to taunt you with.

A subtle nod came from the Yautja. You released the breath you were holding and thanked to whatever god could hear you for this offering before sitting down.

Instead of the harsh, back breaking metal that once met your bottom, the cushion offered support and relief. You sat easily on the large pillow and crossed your legs, knees bent to sit comfortably. It was definitely an upgrade compared to last time. All you had to do now was somehow find a way to entertain yourself for the time being. Unfortunately.

Yet, something was thrusted into your vision. Your head jerked back, nearly falling backwards and stared at what looked to be a tablet. We’ar-ow held it out, bright iris peering at you from the corner of her eye.

When you didn’t grab it in a reasonable amount of time, she moved it closer to while wiggling it as well. Timidly, you reached out and took the device from her. “Thanks,” you mumbled and inspected the tablet. It wasn’t anything fancy or spectacular but tapping the screen caused it to light up.

From there, you dove more into finding what the item could do in your favor. Plowing through time without even noticing.

It wasn’t until a foot was nudging against your numb legs you uncurled from your shrimp position. We’ar-ow stood before you, regel as ever. You blinked a few times before catching onto what she wants from you. Shutting off the screen and holding the tablet to your chest, you unsteadily got up, legs barely listening to your command.

Like clockwork, the duo had returned back to We’ar-ow’s room. The Yautja walked into the kitchen and sifted through things to gather a couple of items. The entire time, you observed her movements, taking notice how she carries herself while in the privacy of her quarters. Different, relax, causal.

“Are you hungry?” We’ar-ow’s words break you from your thoughts. You shook your head to clear any lingering thoughts.

“Y-yeah, a little,” you voiced and stepped into the living room. Just enough space for We’ar-ow and limited guests if she invites any over. That made you question internally if the Yautja had anything close to a friend. The society of her species highly varies from your own. Was there friendship? Was there relationships? Was there love?

No. There couldn’t be. Not after Dwainet. He taught you his kind was built for love. Just a species morphed to kill. Kill everything in their path, even those who cared about them.

You found yourself settling down on a single person seat that easily engulfed your human body. The tablet was laid comfortably in your lap as you continued to play, mess with it if you must. The things you learned currently were far more helpful than ever.

A map, cameras. All that was needed to show you where their ships were docked, where there was airlocks, emergency escape pods. Everything. From the months you projected to surviving on this ship suddenly turned to days, weeks at most. Freedom was in sight. You could see the light at the end of the tunnel. And it was beautiful.

A plate of assorted fruits/vegetables was placed on the side tablet next to you. We’ar-ow posted her frame to lean against the armrest and peered over you. “Does this give enrichment?” The translator struggled for a moment to find the right word for last part of her sentence.

Nonverbally, you dipped your head as you used an app of sorts to access the internet. Their internet. Strings of Yautja covered the screen, nothing legible. The implant translator only worked with speech, not text. You haven’t found a way to change the language. If there was a way to switch to English…

The Yautja hummed before leaning, showering you in her body heat and pressing a couple of buttons on the screen. Then, voila! Magic. Yautja changed to English in a blink of an eye. “I swear… that male failed you more ways than just the five I count.”

“I have the translator implanted,” you retorted mindlessly and explored the new mode revealed to you. We’ar-ow scoffed once more and used a sharp nail to tap at mentioned device.

“My point still stands.” How much you believe that? Zero. As you’ve come to learn quickly, there was no arguing with her. Instead, you just stayed glued to the tablet and partially ignoring the huge Yautja next to you.

Said predator finally stalked off after a few minutes of watching you. Thankfully. Now, it was time to see what their internet consisted of.

#yautja #predator #yautja x reader #yautja x you #alien vs predator #predator x reader #yautja x human #predator x you #predator x human #x reader #We'ar-ow

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weebsinstash · 9 months

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On the other hand, being someone who is chill with being average and a little weird is pretty comforting, albeit not as relatable or drama material. Like you have those insanely smart adopted family members, who are brooding, cool, fight crime, are insanely smart, privileged, rich and accomplished meanwhile Batsis is like,

"I watched some cool True Crime documentaries and helped Albert- Alfred with the laundry. Sorry about your shirt, Damien, added too much bleach. By the way, look at this drawing I made with a following a Bob Ross tutorial on YouTube! Looks kinda wonky but I made it myself, kinda proud of it. No mistakes, just happy accidents. Haha! :)"

By the very next morning Bruce has that shit framed on either on his desk or on the wall in his office and smiles every time he looks at it. Damian is examining the painting, "ah I see--" and waxing poetic about the different little experiential painting techniques you used on the canvas, Dick and Jason and the rest tease you about getting an exhibit at the Gotham art gallery

Like don't get me wrong I tend to write Reader inserts who are typically average (although I'd like to write a few more power fantasies lol) but I just. I feel like any feelings of inadequacy would be amplified by living with this family. For example, I get anxiety and guilt sometimes just knowing if a large or expensive gift has been gotten for me, feeling guilt about it. Just your every day to day life in the Wayne manor would occasionally be filled with all kinds of large and small splendors. A small walk through the house, passing under the crystal chandelier in the grand lobby. A weekly family dinner with actual silverware handed down for generations. Just the ever looming watchful eye of a literal actual butler, a trained professional butler who's been in service for this family almost his entire life

If anything else, I feel like you'd want to contribute in some way. Help around the house, help as a vigilante, do SOMETHING to "pay them back" which Bruce doesn't want to hear any of and also like. Realistically, if we're saying he's full yandere and you're either his adopted kid or a platonic family member or like even a romantic partner, and he's getting you gifts and taking you on trips and stuff, like. The amount of money being spent on you is a figure you will never in your life be reasonably able to pay back and it would STILL be pocketchange to him

You're just like have PANIC ATTACKS out of guilt and shame and you mention the money to Bruce and he's like "oh that? Psssh" like it's. It's nothing to him. It's more money you could make in your entire lifetime and it's nothing to him

Hey, here's a somewhat related and juicy idea. Recently I was thinking of a concept where Reader is a Gotham vigilante, educated and maybe from a well-off family but like, middle class suburbia kind of wealth, not billionaire Bruce Wayne rich. You eventually find yourself catching the eye of both him AND Catwoman and, kind of actually start having a rapport with both of them. You bump into each other on a mission, help each other out, are impressed with each other's work, and suddenly you're bumping into them out on patrol a lot more. Catwoman starts being openly flirtatious with you while Bat simply just, his shift in demeanor is more subtle for people who aren't familiar with him but. Essentially he actually talks to you now, he won't just be silent and mechanical, he'll communicate and banter and make small talk rather than just ordering you around and speaking solely about the current task at hand or future missions.

I picture everyone on a rooftop in the middle of a stakeout and it eventually becomes small talk to pass the time as you almost do a double take when THE Batman starts making idle chit chat with you (really more of you AND Cat, but you being included at all is kind of an honor, really). He's just looking through his binoculars and without moving "any plans for the rest of the evening" and Catwoman looks at her nails and he sees her throw a very obvious Look over to you "well there's a stray little kitty in my neighborhood I've been meaning to scoop up" and she's been calling you Kitty/Kitten so this whole convo has a double meaning for fucking you OR kidnapping you at this point, and you're just like, in full professional mode replying without any hint of sarcasm "that's good, a lot of people don't recognize the dangers of outdoor cats and the significant ecological impacts they can have on their local environments" and Batman is repressing a smirk as Cat is huffing because oh my god now she has TWO dense cuties to look after 😩 (bonus scene where Bruce catches you smirking and realizes you were politely putting her off or at the very least trying to make her focus on the mission and he smiles to himself about what a clever little jokester you are)

Basically the two of them start deciding they want you to be the filling in that BatCat sandwich and just. Imagine they're trying to seduce you and taking their clothes off and Bruce takes off his mask and you're just like "Whoa whoa whoa hold up, BRUCE WAYNE?" And like. YOU INSTANTLY HATE HIM, the switch FLIPS. You either have extremely personal beef with him like his company laid off a parent of yours and sent your family into poverty, or you just like, legitimately ethically hate him as a person, as this billionaire playboy. Like imagine the disgust if he kisses you as Batman and you think it's so hot and romantic and later on its revealed he's Bruce Wayne, who is notoriously An Enormous Manwhore who has kissed like tons and tons of women and been in all these love scandals. I'd feel GROSS?

Like literally you'd go from "oh my god Batman 🥰 he's so cool and dark and mysterious, I have so much respect for him, he works so hard, he's so smart, not everyone can do what he does" to "of fucking course it would be someone like you. Billionaire running around with his custom-made toys. Of course it's you, who else could AFFORD all this shit? No wonder the police just let you do whatever, you could just pay them off anyways! You'd never be arrested and go to jail and be punished like the rest of us, for anything! Of course you're running around in a suit beating people up, men like you always think they can just do whatever they want!!"

Like imagine you were literally about to fuck both of them and you take one look at their faces, "you're a billionaire and you're a millionaire" and just. Leave. Like they're both shocked and appalled because you just DROP THEM for stuff they kinda basically can't control (although a lot of it is like ethics of what they do and have they gain their wealth) and suddenly they're, showing up at your place of employment for lunch or a day-trip, you're trying to do hero patrols alone and one or both of them pops up to try and invite themselves along to qhayever you're doing (which would especially suck because like, Batman specifically could probably do everything you're doing and better so I imagine working in front of him would be extremely nerve-racking. You're just like trying to rewire a circuit board to hack a door and he just points over your shoulder "actually it's that wire" kind of shit and you have to either let him follow you or look like a massive asshole as you tell him to fuck off, which he might even refuse to do, stating that if this is to save lives or whatever then you need his help

Like legit, Vigilante Reader feels like these two rich freaks have basically been toying with you like some kind of pet and in an attempt to cut them out of your life you drive them to actually dig their claws deeper. Bruce meets Selina for coffee to decompress and he's all "so what have you been up to" since she's got this odd little smirk, "oh ive been feeling just awful lately about this little kitty running around all lonely in my nsighborhood so i just HAD to adopt them" and she just hands him her phone with a picture on it and it's. You with a little diamond studded collar that says something dehumanizing like Kitty or Kitten or Baby on it while you've clearly been crying and are maybe even visibly restrained and Bruce is just like "🙄 Selinaaaaa.... can I come visit to 😳 see this cat tho"

#yandere batman #yandere x reader #personally i think being fucked by both of them would be a religiois experience but also intimidating as fuck #man i got some ideeeeas for being caught between these two #yandere stuff #sinprompts

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fictionalmenxyn · 1 year

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What the Task Force and Los Vaqueros would be like if they were your dad!

(teenager edition)

Ghost

He’d obviously be protective of you. He loves you dearly and he didn’t expect to love someone so much all his life he thought he could never love again till you were born.

Although he may be protective he does like to teach you things like combat or anything that can help you protect yourself in certain situations. He loves seeing you feel proud of yourself for doing said task.

He actually and deeply enjoys spending time with you. Either if it’s going to a local fish shop or sitting on the sofa watching crime/ horror movies.

He knows that school doesn’t teach you the true ways of life so he decided to teach you what it’s like being an adult and the lessons of life. Although you do still go to school.

He would also spoil you as he doesn’t quite know how to be a proper father as his isn’t the greatest. But you and him know he really try’s his best to be a great father which you praise him for.

He’d bring you gifts from the places he went while he was away and you’d ask what the place looked like scenery wise.

When he’s home I feel like he’s definitely the type of dad that like to be ‘outdoors’ in certain ways like he’d ask if you’d like to go out and walk up a mountain or go on a hike.

If your not into stuff like that he’ll ask what things your into and try his best to have knowledge of what you like to do or enjoy.

If your into video games he isn’t that bad at them in all honesty. Feel like he’s more into zombie games or war games. If you offered him to play a game of Minecraft for example he’d probably make a small hut out of the trees around him then find himself a dog and name it Riley.

If your into reading or drawing he’ll ask about how you book or art piece is going and if he could buy or do anything to help.

If your into cooking then you’ve got yourself the best taste tester. Feel like he’s a dad that will want to be there as much for you as possible since he is always away. He’ll definitely like to try new foods or snacks you make then he’ll give an opinion on it.

If you get into a fight at school, he’ll looked annoyed especially if the teachers are around but as you get in the car he’ll tell you he’s proud as he taught you to fight and protect yourself.

Although he isn’t the one for feelings or emotions he’ll ask how you feel and if you want to vent. Then he’ll listen closely and ask questions then help you try to find a solution or something to help.

Soap

Feel like he’s the best friend type of dad. Like a best friend bond but he still shows his dad side when needed.

Loves to watch movies together with popcorn. He will let you pick and you’ll both watch it. If it’s a Netflix series god help you both. You’ll both binge watch the series and then anything that correlates to it like a side show or movie and binge that.

Later back type. Let’s you do whatever as long as it’s not drugs, drinking alcohol, etc. But besides that he’s pretty chill.

Definitely let’s you sleep in if your not well or for school holidays as he’s probably sleeping in himself. He loves lazy day. If you both feel like today is a lazy day, you’ll both wear your pyjamas all day relax and watch your favourite movies or play games.

Would like to have a hobby or any type of interests you both enjoy doing so you can do them together and have some quality time together.

Ghost is your godfather, even if Ghost doesn’t believe in god or he does your now his godchild and to be completely honest Ghost doesn’t mind as he prefers you over your dad.

Price

Definitely the ‘dad’ stereotype

Loves to spend quality time with you as he’s always busy and he doesn’t get to see you much.

Feel like he loves hosting bbq’s and he’ll ask you if you want to bring some friends and if their parents want to join as he says he cooks up a storm especially with stake.

Teaches you useful things and life lessons for the future. He teaches you about money management, cooking, how to clean a wound, taking care of yourself when ill or anything else that could come as handy.

You and Gaz have a sibling bond. You’ll even joke around and ask if Gaz could be adopted to your family. When he’s away you’ll take your dad to check up on him then do the same with Gaz but also send him TikToks as you know it makes his day.

Loves going out and spending the day with. Going on walks to eating some food by a nice view or climbing mountains if that’s what your into. He just wants to spend some time with his child.

If you like reading or writing, he will offer you to use his office while he does some paperwork or just sit there and maybe read his own book.

Alejandro

Definitely the ‘fun’ or ‘your friends love him’ type of dad.

Dilf (tbh all of them would be ngl😂)

Teaches you to cook like him or you show him your food tech (school taught) cooking and if he teaches you certain things you’ll make it in school and the teacher will be impressed.

If you have a dog he loves going on walks while talking to you. Anything that comes to mind you’ll both talk about. If you feel upset or anxious he’ll ask if you want to go on a walk and vent to him (if you feel comfortable) and like Ghost he’ll ask you about it and help find a solution.

Rudy is your uncle/godfather and Rudy is proud to be it!

If your not Spanish (if your mother isn’t) he’ll teach you some words that could help you and then he’ll teach you sentences and then conversations. And he’s proud when your able to speak any word especially if you can speak fluently.

Laid back but wants to know about your whereabouts and if your safe. So every few hours he’ll send a ‘are you ok?’ Text or ‘let me know if you want to be picked up’ and he will pick you up.

Rudy

Down to earth/nice and chilled type of dad.

Like to know about any new interests or hobbies you have so he can ask and maybe buy you stuff for the hobby or interest.

Like to take you out so you can have some ‘dad and daughter time’ so he will ask where you’d like to go and he’ll take you.

Brings snacks or food to your room if you feel upset or you both want to hang out sometimes even if you have friends staying the night.

Loves to have one to one conversations as he can’t always be home cause of work. Sometimes you’ll both watch a movie or go on drives and talk.

Alejandro is a proud Uncle no doubt. He spoils you when you see each other. Definitely mess around together and sometimes play pranks on your father.

Buys you trinkets or small note books to write in. He’ll try and take photos of the nicer scenery when he’s away so he can send it to you.

#task force 141 #task force 141 x y/n #cod x reader #cod headcanons #cod mw2 #task force 141 dads x teen reader #cod modern warfare #task force 141 and Los Vaqueros #task force 141 and Los Vaqueros as parents

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could i ask for a matchup? also i hope your having a nice day/night/afternoon!! also, please excuse any bad grammar, english is not my first language.

im Cuban Puerto Rican, i speak both my mother tongue and English. kinda trying to get myself to learn German though. im a bit of an ambivert, i mostly enjoy spending time with those i know well.

im 5’2, i have a huge scar in my left leg due to an accident i had when i was younger. i have brown, nearly black eyes and i use glasses. i have a mole near my collarbone and another one just above. my hair is brown and medium sized with some side-tails.

currently studying with a forensic sciences major, a bit of a nerd.. i enjoy drawing, reading Sci-Fi and spending time with my pet snakes. (their ball pythons, they are super adorable…) i absolutely love heavy metal bands like Rammstein, korn, Slipknot, i listen to Type O Negative, Slaughter to Prevail from time to time aswell alongside jazz. i dress in a bit of a grunge way, it varies since i enjoy fashion a lot.

i enjoy watching true crimes series (Forensic Files being an all time favorite), watching Caso Cerrado, and documentaries regarding military history. i love the rainy weather and from time to time going to the beach. truly calming, really.

anyways, i really hope you are having a pleasant time, again. also i absolutely love your writing style!!

🤔I'll match you with...

Simon "Ghost" Riley 💀

I think Ghost would be your match

For this scenario, lets just say that Ghost was to keep an eye on you for a mission

You had shown potential that anyone working for the law would want you to work with them

You have an internship working for the police in your area, getting some practice for the field

You weren't bad, quite good actually

And because you were so good, you would also become a threat to any criminal facing charges for murder, etc.

One of such being Makarov and the Konni group

TF 141 got word that Makarov killed their spy that was sending feedback and intel

You were unfortunately the one looking over the said body of 141's spy; the FBI and CIA wanted to know exactly who done it

As Ghost continued to have constant vigil over you in the shadows, he didn't like the idea of seeing you make your way home alone

He finally decided to start blending in with people, and sometimes walking your way

It's just for the mission, he'd tell himself

🖤

At first, seeing his appearance was a little scary, intimidating

But you didn't sense no ill will coming from him, at least not toward you

You initiated conversations with him, and little by little he was talking more than just a word or a sentence

Over time he got to know you pretty well, as much as you allowed

He noticed how open you were to him, letting him know that you trusted him

You were just full of surprises;

One thing after another he learned so much about you besides what was in your personal records

He started to see you as you, not just another nameless target to protect

🖤

Even after the mission is complete, he comes back to see you...

Maybe stay for a while...

I can totally see you and Ghost going to the beach during times when there's no one around

Just you two

And rainy days?

He'd be all for it

A hot cup of tea and being with you is one of those perfect moments he feels at peace

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imaginedanvrs · 4 months

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encrypted relations

part 7 l masterlist

summary: yelena belova x reader. when natasha takes you under her wing, she becomes like family, and the last thing you want is to lose that. but when you meet her younger sister who you know is off limits, you have to decide between what you really want and hope for minimal damage

word count: 3.5k

warnings: fingering (receiving and giving), praise, semi public sex, the angst begins

“What are you doing?” Yelena asked as she peered over at your screen.

“It’s just some stuff for work,” you said as your fingers continued to dance across the keyboard. Yelena hummed as she continued to watch, whether she understood the code you were writing you weren’t sure but her interest was evident. At least you thought it was.

Yelena lifted your feet off of her lap and placed them back down on the sofa you were stretched out on and lifted the laptop off of your lap. You didn’t protest, instead giving her a bemused expression as she shifted to drape herself over your front and awkwardly reached behind to try and balance the laptop on her back. You chuckled at what the blonde was trying to do and reached around her to steady the device so she could adjust herself comfortably on top of you until her legs were across yours and she was burying her face into your neck. You felt her breathe you in with a content noise at the back of her throat.

“Better?” You asked and she hummed again. You could feel her smiling. “We should probably start getting ready soon,” you told her as you glanced at the time. It was one of Stark’s infamous parties that night and you and Yelena were going to pick Kate up.

“No, we will just show up fashionably late,” Yelena objected as she held onto you tighter. “You have work to do anyway,” she used as an excuse.

“I always used to go to work parties extra early,” you told her. “And I’d hide in the bathroom until people I knew arrived.”

“You’re weird,” Yelena mumbled.

You let the blonde stay like that for a while longer before you eventually patted the outside of her thigh to draw her attention away from the TV that had some kind of true crime show on. “Come on,” you said. “I want to see you in that suit.” You looked over at where the suit in question was hanging in its cover over your door. She had brought it so that you could get ready together though you weren’t sure that wasn’t going to be the best idea when you eventually saw her in it. You were right. The moment Yelena emerged from your bedroom in the navy suit with a buttoned down blouse, you wanted nothing more than to have your hands all over the blonde and ruin the makeup she had applied. She was beautiful, and you wanted badly to show her what you thought.

Yelena, on the other hand, had different plans, something you should have suspected the moment you saw the smirk forming as you looked her up and down like a piece of meat. “Navy looks good on you,” you said simply as you strolled towards her.

“Green looks good on you,” she replied as her eyes freely roamed the dress that clung to your figure. You hummed, wrapping your arms around her neck as you pulled her in to kiss her. You felt her grin against you and when your kisses moved to the side of her neck, she took a step back.

“We can’t be too late, detka. We have to pick up Kate,” the blonde informed as she grabbed her car keys. You stared at her in disbelief, it being a first for her to be the one to deny you. You had teased her in that way before, enough times that it was definitely deserved to get back, but it still made you groan as you followed behind, eyes shamelessly falling to her ass.

The drive to Kate’s apartment was a challenging one, especially with Yelena spreading her legs a little more than necessary as she kept one hand on the wheel and the other on your exposed knee. At one point, you took a hold of the hand that was on your leg and dragged it further up until it disappeared under your dress. Yelena didn’t say anything as you pushed her hand up against your underwear, though she gave a low hum when she felt the small wet spot on the fabric, rubbing gently against it for several torturous moments before she pulled her hand away entirely.

“You really want the car to smell of sex when Kate gets in?” She asked when you huffed. You didn’t say anything, instead opting to give her a scowl that Yelena chuckled at.

You sent Kate a quick text when you pulled up outside her apartment and she came through the entrance a few minutes later dressed in her black suit. “You look hot,” you told your best friend as she climbed into the car. You felt Yelena shoot you a glare even though she knew you meant nothing by it.

“I didn’t know you were going to be a waiter tonight, Kate,” Yelena added. You hit her arm as the archer protested loudly, making Yelena grin.

Stark’s party was already well underway when you arrived, the signature party buzz that always came with Tony’s events having taken over the entire building. Most of the guests had already had a few drinks so you decided to make a b line for the bar as soon as you could, whereas Kate headed straight over to Clint as soon as she saw her mentor, telling you she would meet up with you later.

“Hey, y/n,” a familiar voice greeted you just as you ordered your first drink at the bar. Yelena spun around just as you did to see Wanda strolling towards you with open arms.

“Hey, Wanda,” you beamed as you hugged the Sokovian tight. She chuckled as she held onto you. “I haven’t seen you in ages!” You exclaimed.

“It’s good to see you,” she smiled, turning her attention to Yelena. “And you must be Yelena,” she said, giving the blonde a hug that apparently caught her off guard. You bit back a laugh when her startled eyes met yours.

“It’s nice to finally meet you,” Wanda said sincerely.

“You too, I have heard some impressive stories,” Yelena said. Wanda blushed slightly as she looked at you but you held your hands up defensively.

“All Nat,” you told her.

“Well I’m sure I could tell you a few stories about your sister too.”

“Only if they are embarrassing,” Yelena said adamantly.

“Then she won’t say a word,” Natasha added as she appeared next to you.

“We will see,” Yelena muttered over the top of her beer.

The four of you conversed at the bar for a while until Wanda and Natasha were dragged away by some big shot CEO that they had to appease at Stark’s parties. They were only ever around for a few hours, shortly followed by the military personnel and eventually leaving just the close friends of the Avengers. That was usually the best part of the night.

The next couple of hours were a blur. You made your way around the party to catch up with some of the heroes you hadn’t seen in a while and introduced them to Yelena who noticeably stuck by your side for the majority of the evening. If anyone noticed, it wasn’t mentioned, even when Yelena would subtly put her hand on your waist from time to time. You tried to downplay how your eyes scanned the room for Natasha everytime she did, never once finding her. You wondered if the older Russian had been called away from the party entirely.

You glanced over at Kate who was happily chatting away to Thor and wondered if she was berating him with the same questions she had theorised to you. The God seemed enthralled to converse with the young archer and you looked forward to hearing about it the next day, knowing Kate would go into the most animated details.

Your eyes landed back on Yelena who was already watching you with a glint in her eye you had come to recognise immediately. “What do you think of your first Stark party?” You asked, the alcohol in your system not letting you refrain from placing your hand on the lining of her blazer. It felt expensive and you wondered if she had gotten the suit just for that night.

“It’s good but I’m more interested in the beautiful woman I came in with,” Yelena told you as she glanced down at your lips and the part of your chest that was exposed. You hummed, momentarily brushing your hand against hers.

“Maybe you should take her somewhere a little more private,” you suggested, already starting on ahead for her to follow several paces behind.

Once you found yourselves in an empty corridor, Yelena’s hands fell to your hips to spin you around and press you against her. You wasted no time in kissing the blonde, running your hands through her wavy hair as she guided you to the wall, her hands venturing to the hem of your dress only for her to drag her nails up your legs. You hissed and instinctively turned your head towards the way you had come to see if anyone was close by, giving Yelena free roam of your neck as her hands wandered your thighs.

“Not here,” you barely breathed out. Yelena groaned into you and you didn’t have the strength to remind her of what she had done to you a few hours prior. “In here,” you said, fumbling with the door to some dimly lit office you didn't recognise. You didn’t care.

It didn’t take long for Yelena to have you leaning against the desk as her hands returned to your thighs under your dress and finally reached your underwear. She hummed against you as she pushed her fingers past the fabric and stroked your wetness. You whined when she brought the slick up to your clit and rubbed small circles into you. You bucked your hips against the feeling, desperate to chase it as best you could but Yelena forced your hips back down, stealing another whine from your throat when she pushed two fingers inside you.

“Fuck,” you moaned, clenching around her digits as she curled them gently, always knowing exactly how to work your body. “Lena,” you continued, fumbling with her blouse to unbutton it and give you access to her soft skin as started to pump her fingers into your cunt.

“So wet for me, were you walking around all those fancy guests like this?” She husked, eyes mischievous as she watched you struggle for words.

“Yes,” you admitted. You couldn’t help that she looked insanely attractive in that suit, more so because she definitely knew it.

“God, you don’t know what you do to me,” she said, sounding almost as desperate as you.

“Let me,” you said, already working to undo her flyer. She nodded with a smile that turned shaky when you dipped your hand past her underwear and ran your own fingers through her folds. “You feel so good,” you muttered against her when her warmth wrapped around your fingers. She gave a low moan, picking up the pace with her own digits and making you do the same, adamant on matching her rhythm so you could experience it together.

Yelena moaned, pushing inside you deeper, when you found the spot that made her head spin. You smiled as you rested your forehead against hers, feeling closer than you ever had to the blonde as you approached your highs together, desperately bringing your free hand up to the back of her neck as your breathing sped up.

“I love you like this,” Yelena muttered as she took in your blissfully happy expression. Your smile broadened.

“Cum with me,” you told her. She nodded, curling her fingers just as you did yours only to thrust them steadily until you came undone together.

“You’re beautiful,” Yelena said as her panting steadied sooner than yours. You pulled away to look at her properly and was suddenly caught off guard by the look of pure adoration the blonde was giving you. You were half expecting some kind of quip to follow, but her lips were on yours again before she said another word.

“Take me home,” you told her, overcome with the need to keep having the blonde so close and to be entirely alone together. Yelena’s face brightened even more.

After cleaning yourselves up, you stepped out of the office just as Yelena did up her last button and you ran another hand through your hair that was noticeably less made up as it had been when you arrived. You froze when you realised Natasha was standing right at the end of the corridor. Yelena frowned when she noticed your shock and followed your line of sight, considerably less shaken when she saw her sister.

“Hi,” Yelena said cheerfully but Natasha’s gaze was dead set on you and it was one that you never thought you’d receive. Her eyes were harsh despite the soft makeup around them and you honestly felt like you were being stalked by an apex predator.

“So how long has this been going on?” Natasha asked, still locking on you. You opened your mouth to speak but couldn’t manage a single word.

“A few months,” Yelena answered, placing her hand in yours. You were almost too numb to feel it. Natasha’s eyes flickered down to your hands.

“Are you dating or just fucking?”

“Neither,” you said quickly.

“Dating,” Yelena replied at the same time. You winced immediately.

“What?” Yelena asked as she dropped her hand and stared at you in confusion.

“I mean it’s not that we’re just fu- having um,” you looked between the two Russian’s frantically, feeling both of their gazes heavy on you. You just needed time to freeze for a minute so that you could get your thoughts straight and figure out what exactly it was that you wanted to say to either of them. No, you and Yelena weren’t dating, but you wanted to.

“It’s just that we never talked about… you know,” you looked at the blonde desperately but it seemed that the more you spoke the more hurt she became. Her eyes dropped and you swore she looked like a kicked puppy. “Yelena,” you tried, reaching your hand out to her but she stepped away like your touch had burnt her. “Please,” you tried again but she refused to look at you and began walking.

“Don’t go,” you pleaded as you made to follow her but a firm hand to your chest stopped you in your tracks.

“What the fuck were you thinking?” Natasha hissed.

“I didn’t mean for it to come out like that. I just need to talk to her,” you tried to explain as you watched Yelena disappear.

“You’ve said enough,” she declared. “This is what I was trying to prevent, y/n. Yelena’s first relationship shouldn’t be with someone who’s afraid of them.”

What?

“First?” You whispered. Natasha scoffed.

“For someone so smart you really are a fucking idiot,” she snapped and followed after her sister without another word. She had nothing else to say to you and you had no idea where to start with her.

I’ve really fucked up, you thought, contemplating your next move. You couldn’t think of anything. You couldn’t process anything. Had you just given Yelena her first heartbreak?

You slumped against the wall as the corridor around you suddenly became blurry and within seconds your cheeks were damp. You stayed frozen in that corridor a while, struggling to find the strength just to lift yourself off of the floor as every bone in your body was weighed down by an inevitable guilt. You had known, deep down, that something like that was bound to happen. You had unknown that your hesitance to talk to Yelena about your feelings would collide with how intimate you had become with one another. Natasha was right, you were an idiot.

Eventually you made your way out of the building, going the extra long way to avoid any of the areas the party had spread to and waited outside for your Uber. You dreaded going home to the bed that would still smell of Yelena. Luckily, you didn’t have to, because a trustworthy archer was enveloping you in a hug before you knew it. At that, you broke down crying once more as your best friend held you.

“I messed up, Kate,” you babbled into her.

“We’ll fix it,” she assured.

“I don’t think we can,” you admitted. Just saying the words out loud felt like a blow to the ribs. “I think I ruined it,” you sobbed, your throat already sore.

“Do you want to stay at my place tonight?” You didn’t want to take her away from the party, but you nodded.

Your ride arrived soon after and took you back to your apartment in silence as Kate held you. She got out when the car stopped to go and get Marty and brought him back to take with you to the archer’s apartment. The mutt whined softly when he climbed onto your lap and rested his head on your shoulder. You smiled weakly at him.

“Do you know what happened?” You asked Kate once you were in her apartment.

“Sort of, I saw Nat going after Yelena and when I saw you outside I kinda put some things together,” Kate said. “I guess Nat knows.” You nodded, face blank from exhaustion.

“She asked if we were dating. Yelena said yes, I said no,” you told her.

“Oh,” Kate muttered.

“Yeah.” Kate sat down next to you on the bed. “I did want us to be together, I do want us together. But I had no idea she thought that already,” you sighed. “I didn’t know that she’s never been in a relationship before.”

“She never said?”

“In hindsight she might have implied it,” you shrugged. “They both hate me.”

“They just need some time,” Kate assured. You couldn’t believe her. “Come on, you’re exhausted and you need to sleep.”

“Okay,” you muttered, though you didn’t get any sleep that night. You checked your phone frequently for any messages from Yelena and feared anything from Natasha but nothing appeared. You couldn’t be surprised.

You wanted so badly to reach out to the blonde, but you knew that you needed to give her some space. You wanted to explain as best you could, afraid that the more time you let pass the worst conclusions she would come to on her own.

At around 4am, you sent a flurry of messages apologising profusely for what you had said. You tried to explain what you really meant by it all but in your exhausted and emotional state it appeared as nonsensical as it had been the first time, because you were still refraining from telling Yelena how you truly felt. You were still scared, even when you had no right to be. Yelena wasn’t Rae, and you couldn’t keep treating her as such.

“Did you sleep?” Kate asked, breaking you from your train of thought as you reread the messages with a wince.

“Yeah,” you lied.

“So no?” You smiled weakly and shook your head. “Do you want to spend the day in bed watching shit tv and eating ice cream?”

“I just want to talk to her,” you said.

“Have you figured out what you need to say?” You showed Kate your phone and she read over your messages with a frown. “So no?” She repeated. You huffed lightly.

“I don’t know what to say,” you told her.

“You do, y/n. You just have too much to say. Try writing it all down first otherwise the next time you talk to her it’s going to be another mess she can’t make sense of,” Kate explained. You didn’t say anything, realising you didn’t even know where to start. “Just tell her how much you care,” the archer said simply, getting up from the bed with a stretch.

“I’m going to walk the dogs and pick up some breakfast,” Kate told you as she got some clothes out.

“Thank you,” you muttered. As much as you loved Marty, you didn’t have it in you to take him out.

Once Kate had gone, you searched her apartment for some paper and a pen, hoping that physically writing down your thoughts might be of more help than typing them. You had to try everything. Once you found the material, you sat down at her dining room table and tapped your pen as you stared down at the blank sheet for several minutes. You huffed, frustrated that you couldn’t think of a way to start until you decided just to go from the first thing you could think of and let the train of thought run.

It was…still messy. You needed several sheets to try and reorder everything coherently and add in additional notes that you knew were important. It all was. You came to several revelations yourself as you put everything out onto the papers, giving you plenty more to worry about but what was necessary to know. It took a while, but once you were done you were satisfied with what you had written and decided to pick up your phone and opted for calling Yelena.

She didn’t pick up and you honestly didn’t blame her. You reread the primary sheet in front of you a couple more times before folding it up and putting it in your pocket, adamant on keeping it safe until the time was right. You sat back in your chair and promised yourself to let her approach you.

#marvel #yelena belova smut #yelena belova x reader #yelena belova #natasha romanoff #gxg marvel

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mj-jones-parker · 4 months

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Spideychelle oneshots

Mj steals pieces from Peter's lego sets while he's building them just to mess with him

Between classes they always kiss each other in the hallway

They have study dates at least once a week

Peter forces Mj to watch star wars movies with him

While watching star wars movies he talks throughout the whole movie, rambling about facts about the movie and lore

She hates star wars but she agrees to watch them because she finds his rambling throughout the movies adorable but she'd never tell him that

Mj rambles to Peter about true crime and murder mysterys all the time

Mj has multiple sketch books that just have drawings of Peter

Peter is extremely clingy and wants to be held by Mj as much as possible

She pretends to be annoyed with his clingyness and complains about it but she secrecy loves it

Both of their love languages our physical touch, but Mj rarely initiates physical contact

Peter is the little spoon and Mj is the big spoon

He nuzzles his head into her hand non stop until she plays with his hair/massages his head anytime they cuddle

Peter struggles to understand things like tone and body language, so he often copies Mj's tone and body language

Whenever Mj feels any strong emotion (weather it be happiness, nervousness, sadness, ect.) she plays with the necklace Peter gave her, which he finds adorable

They constantly steal each others clothes to the point were they have multiple hoodies and shirts that they have no idea who it actually belongs to

#peter x mj #petermj #spideychelle #peter parker #peter parker imagine #peter parker oneshot #mj watson #michelle jones watson #michelle jones #spiderman #spider man #tom holland #zendaya #tomdaya

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noperopesaredope · 1 year

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I am a hardcore Collector apologist, and I will stand by them forever. I do believe that they aren’t truly malicious, they just don’t realize that what they’re doing is wrong.

But I also kinda like it when fanfics portray them as both blissfully naive and straight up sadistic at the same time. It’s honestly one of the things that draws me to his character. Sure, I adore it when the Collector is just an easily manipulated little kid, but I also like seeing portrayals of them in which they describe how he will violently maim someone. I actually like seeing both portrayals at the exact same time.

One of the things that I like about the Collector is what I call “Terrifying Innocence.” The Collector is definitely a naive little kid and mentally quite innocent and impressionable, but here’s the thing about little kids: they can be really fucked up. Even the sweetest and most kindhearted children can be scary af.

Cognitive empathy is mostly a learned trait rather than an inherent one. Children do not come out of the womb with the knowledge that other beings have feelings and that their actions affect others, and this is clearly the case with the Collector. So they can commit different types of violence with no reaction, as they might not be aware that it is wrong.

It’s like children who torture ants during recess. They are more fascinated by it than anything, and they don’t fully process how cruel they are actually being. When you don’t understand that other people experience pain, can’t properly empathize with it, or generally feel extremely removed from it, you become fascinated by it. It’s the same reason people like true crime or even slasher horror.

Honestly, as I said, I kinda like it when the Collector is shown to be weirdly playful upon seeing horrific things. It’s because he feels less like a sadistic ass like Belos, and more like someone who is really into slasher movies. Little kids are into violence a surprising amount.

I have been told that I’m a very compassionate person (I don’t completely believe that I am, but a bizarre amount of people have told me this, so I guess it’s true), but as a kid, around the Collector’s age, I had multiple “disaster” phases

I had an obsession with the Titanic for a while, particularly the part where hundreds of people died. I had an even bigger obsession with Pompeii, and upon seeing a museum exhibit with some of the preserved bodies, I actually took a good few minutes imagining how each individual person died and what their last moments were like. Fucked up, I know, but it happened.

Children don’t typically go out of their way to hurt others once they realize that their actions can hurt others, but they will occasionally watch (from a distance). I imagine that the Collector is like this as well. Maybe they did watch Belos hurt the Grimwalkers and were still playful about it.

I even brought up a small potential headcanon that they (slightly unintentionally) gave Belos ideas. Kinda like “what if you EXPLODED one of them? Ooh- ooh- or...you could THROW THEM IN LAVA!” Not an evil whisper-in-your-ear kinda way, more like asking a preschooler to describe what they think demons would do to people in hell or something. Kids get creative with it.

It wouldn’t be that he truly meant harm the way Belos did, they would do it because they found it interesting. They don’t understand other people’s pain, and therefore just experiment without realizing how bad their actions are. It’s interesting to me to read portrayals of the Collector where they are still show in a sympathetic light and he’s clearly just a little kid, but he also doesn’t really seem to care about others that much.

It’s realistic in a way that I like and captures the spirit of the messiness that is a child’s morality. They aren’t evil or completely sadistic, they just don’t see the severity of their actions and are mostly self-centered in terms of worldview.

So, in conclusion, we need more fics where the Collector is a blissfully innocent kid with a love for slasher films.

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your future child(ren) | PAC

I want to start off by saying that if you don't want children, that is completely okay. This pile is for people that would like some! Which is also completely alright. For those that won't be able to relate I will make a 'you 5 years from now' pac! Moving on, for now, please relax your eyes if you are curious, take deep breaths and choose which one you are drawn to most! I hope you will enjoy it!

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- general rundown

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dresses in a clothing salon

cards two of cups, four of cups, king of swords, horse, rat, hyena, archangel mary (2x), archangel zariel

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Twins, you will have twins. You definitely might have four kids overall, but your first borns will definitely be twins. Maybe two boys, or a boy and a girl. Good luck, I feel like some of you are scared of this, while some of you are happy! They will be best friends, don't worry.

- general rundown

Okay, so your twins will be like dumb and dumber. Have you ever seen My Hero Academia? They will be like Bakugou and Todoroki. One with anger issues, one is an oblivious smart one. They will argue sometimes, but always stick together! Partners in crime, if you may. I do feel like they will be very curious and energetic children and might go against some rules sometimes. Like, going to that side of the park you didn't allow them to, just to see what's going on there. Staying out 20 minutes longer than allowed. Eating that one candy you told them not to, they won't really like being controlled if that makes sense? Be quite arrogant too, sometimes talk back because they think it's funny, or repeat what you are saying to them. This is when they are together though, alone they would be scared to do these things. They are hyping each other up and motivating one another honestly, but will be really scared if only one of them gets scolded. They will be really protective of one another, true brother/sibling hood.

Now, if you will have more children than them, it will be already when they are 8-10, so they will be quite older than them. Your other two kids will be the opposite! Especially the youngest! They will be an angel and have big and beautiful puppy eyes. Be very sweet and cuddly and a sensitive child who cries easily. They might be pisces stellium. The other one will be the smartest. Like, both educational, emotional and social wise. It will sometimes get overwhelming by how much they talk about certain topics, maybe hyperfixating. Your older children will definitely be protective of them, and while they are babies expect them to keep on trying to kiss their nose and cheek.

- relationship with each other

So, it will be quite chaotic, so there will be noise. Quite loud one at that, they will definitely argue at times, every sibling does. Ironically, they will find union being angry at the same people. They are really loving towards each other, in a healthy kind of way. I can see your oldest playing video games while your youngest draws, and two other people are watching a phone together. There is honestly no hate here, or any ill intentions. All of your children will also be playful, your youngest maybe not as much as others, so there will definitely be times where they get scoldings and are supposed to be serious, but they will have to be holding back their laugh. I don't think there will be much things that are taken to heart. Just chill vibes. Well, emotional ones at least. Sometimes they will have play fights which will make your heart jump out of its place. Especially with laser swords. They are a really lovely bunch though.

‐ their relationship with you

Pretty fun! I can hear 'you are the best mom/dad/parent ever but don't tell that to-' . Like, these kids will love you. Especially your youngest and second oldest. I really hope you love hugs, because I have gotten multiple visions of you being hugged any chance possible. Also head kisses! Honestly your kids won't be afraid to show their love on the most part and I think you will really adore that. They will also be able to joke around you a lot, and take pictures with you! Serious ones but also ones where y'all just make faces for no reason. It's such a peaceful union tbh. I also think this will start to especially show in their teens years, they will be very attached to you.

‐ their friends

I am sorry but these people will barely have any close friends. They will have a few online or close friends, but nothing extra deep you know? They will be each others friends if not anything else. Especially applies to your second born, they will have a hard time making friends, the rest of your kids are fine tho.

- their style

I think your oldest will just wear whatever, yet still make it look stylish without intending to. Your second will have a y2k street wear aesthetic. Third one very in love with black. Youngest reminds me of soft academia.

- interests/hobbies

star wars, diary, journalism, video games, vlogs?, vidoes, being outside, fashion, toy cars, old movies, 80s, crafts

thank you for reading.

✎… pile two

cards ace of cups, queen of cups, queen of swords, eagle, dolphin, bat, lord wywysil, archangel amethyst, archangel raphael

‐ how many?

One! A beautiful baby girl! Maybe a cancer sun or rising!

- general rundown

Beautiful!!! Inside and out as well!! Such a beautiful and youthful energy! Please, please, please make sure that you will protect this person well! They are so insanely sweet and giving that many people will want to take advantage of them, make sure they won't get into an abusive relationship. They are so gentle and a kind spirit that it makes them a little naive and they won't be able to see the red flags. I cannot describe to you how lovely this person is. Full of life and very very intelligent, independent and caring about sooo many matters. That's why they might sometimes be ruled by their emotions.

- relationship with you

They will love you!!! They will tell you the most heartfelt messages on your birthday as well! Will not shy away from words of afformation and will definitely prefer you over the other parent. Will love hugging you and do trends with you, not gonna lie! They will also tell you about their life naturally, even gossip with you about bad people that have appeared in their life in a 'can you believe it? how dare they?' kind of way. Will also love to help you with style and do things with you for sure, especially in restaurants! With this pile, I am not able to pick up on anything from childhood, so keep in mind this is their late teens and early twenties we are talking about! They will be very lovely and caring towards you.

- their friends

As amazing as they are!! Will only be around people that match their energy! Kind, loving, respectful yet fun! They will definitely be having good people around them to help them out through thick and thin.

- style

They like revealing yet appropriate clothing! They have a great sense of style and love vibrant colours and beautiful make up! I am seeing a lot of tank tops

- interest and hobbies

make up, art, technology, nails, braiding, having fun/parties, food!!, self care, learning, music, beauty, dramas, friends

thank you for reading!

✎… pile three

cards knight of pentacles, wheel of fortune, queen of wands, dog, swan, kingfisher, archangel aurora, lady gaia, archangel mary

- how many?

Probably only one! Your pregnancy will be very easy with them tho!

- general rundown

Your child's energy is so closed off, they are hard to read. Their mental strength must be really strong though, I can sense that. They also won't use social media a lot, they won't really present themselves. The type that has their screen time on 1 hour 34 minutes, ya know? They are not too social, and tend to focus on themselves and their studies. Might have a little hard time expressing their feelings because of that, both with actions and words. You should definitely make sure that they will socialise appropriately as a kid, because this might stem from trauma. As a teenager, they could be depressed if they will be all alone. Maybe get them a pet also? I can see that they have a really sweet love for a small kitten or dog around them. It's a sad yet smart energy. Now, this is a very sudden place to mention this at, but they might be mixed. Make sure that they will know how to handle and avoid racism.

- relationship with you

Not gonna lie, they will definitely love you, but will have a hard time expressing it. They will often think that a lot of your problems are caused because of them even if they are not. They will also go out of their way to hide emotions and would rather fight their battles alone. They seem quite distant even if they love you a lot, make sure to remind them a lot that you do love them. They need a lot of reassurance.

- their friends

I don't think they will have friends, only one. Maybe a childhood friend they will find a lot of comfort in and be attached to a lot. Their safe space.

- style

Lot of hoodies and all blacks.

- interests/hobbies

novels, board games, exploring cultures, psychology, sleeping, cute animals, youtube/videos, wall decorations

thank you for reading

✎… pile four

cards the fool, ace of pentacles, seven of wands, tiger (2x), rat, lady gaia, archangel sammael, archangel metatron

- how many?

One! Weird enough, there is more only children than I thought.

- general rundown

YOUR SON IS RICH BRO. No, jokes aside, this person is masculine! They will be able to handle money really well and know how to interact socially. They have really strong opinions and know how to validate themselves. They know their worth and might often take part in protests and often make sure to make the world a better space. I actually can't pick up a lot about them, they are quite mysterious. They will be a good person though! Just with a bit of anger inside them. And stress. So much stress.

- your relationship with them!

Not the healthiest, but honestly nothing Ill intended here. I just don't think you will be able to focus on your mental state before having them because it will for sure be a sudden pregnancy. So, sometimes your mentality might affect them in ways they really dislike and which you won't immediately recognise as bad, you will need to grow as a person to do so. Are you an upbeat hyper person? I feel like that might unfortunately make them very drained at times, especially if you want to do pda! Even if it's innocent, I do not think they will like affection from anybody if it's requires bodies touching in anyway. I don't think they will be heartless or anything like that though. I just think they will prefer to show their love to you with words and things they can do for you, things that they can do to make your life much easier. They love you, but I feel like you have a lot of energy and they are very low on it. Extrovert vs Introvert.

- their friends

They will have about 2-3 really close friends, but I am not able to pick up on their energy. Possibly because these will happen very far down in the future. 20-30 years from now. They will be a really tight and close group of people though!

- style

I am sorry to tell you this but they have no style. I feel like in their teens they will be obsessed with looking good and presenting themselves well to not be looked down upon. - omg! they will have cute braces <3 - but the more they grow, the more confidence and money they will gain to the point they won't care how do people view them as.

- interest/hobbies

trends, food, wealth - they will have money anxiety - , the Godfather - the movie -, someone they are really in love with, jokes!, computers, learning sociology, dark psychology

thank you for reading

✎… pile five

cards eight of swords, the chariot, the lovers, sheep, parrot, camel, seraphim seraphisa, archangel uriel, archangel faith

- how many?

TWO! Two beautiful babies <3 They will be about 2-3 years apart, not the same gender either~

‐ general rundown

You will have these babies with the love of your life bro!!! No, seriously, you will be so in love with their other parent. They are a product of love!! Possibly mixed as well! Although, I have to say, that before them you will have a first born that will pass away really young or result in a miscarriage. I felt obligated to say this, because for those that will experience it, it will affect you a lot. I need you to not give up hope, because you will have two beautiful beautiful little babies that will light up your life. I think the girl will be the older one as well! They will actually have a very healthy and loving relationship with one another! They might bicker but if someone will try to do the same or hurt the other in any kind of way they will be in fight mode. Its the type of 'I can hurt my sibling but if you do you are dead!' sibling hood. They will be for lifersss. No seriously, each others ride or die. Siblings and also friends. They will looove having inside jokes and random discussions about random topics. Like if cherrys taste better or strawberries. I also don't think they will have secrets from one another, rather cover for each other. I do think their life styles are similar, yet their general style isn't. Smart cool older sister all the friends find cool, little brother who follows trends and is horrible in comebacks so he needs a loooot of saving. Very cute.

- relationship with each other

Very lovely and healthy! They will feel very protective about each other and also comfortable. I see a lot of harmless teasing and going through each others stuff. Honestly, nothing that could cause trauma. They will always have each others back! Try out random things together out of boredom too. One you wouldn't even think of. Like sticking one of them up the ceiling, or turning the bath/pool onto slime. All water that is inside it. They are quite humorous, but it will cause you to have a lot of stress. They might also talk back in some situations, but only in which the person deserves it. For example if your sibling down talks you. Your younger one won't always be able to read the situation, but the sister will be at the side pinching them reminding them 'hey, this isn't cool.'.

- relationship with you

They love you so much, I feel like they will treat you as a best friend rather than a parent. Of course they have respect for you. I just mean that they won't hide secrets from you and listen to your advices. Aren't scared to tell you about their relationships or interests. If you are a woman, I can hear your daughter very loudly being like 'MY MOM IS THE BEST MOM IN THE WORLD!! OK?' Now, I do not think your son will be violent, however! If someone disrespects you? I hope you know how to deal with conflicts, because this child will not shy away from them. Will beat whoever disrespects you to the ground. Punches after punches until there is blood. It's not like they are the strongest, and I actually don't think they take things to heart! They will be able to shrug things off. They just have an insane amount of respect for you.

- their friends

They will have the same friend group! A veeery big one at that actually. I feel like the neighbourhood kids will be their friends you know? You will know their friends parents as well, because they will be so close. Definitely a lot of them also go to school together. They will have such a good and healthy childhood!! Staying out and playing soccer together, playing hide and seek, climbing up trees, talking with people their age. They will have really healthy relationships and I think they will both be able to keep away from people they dislike even if they might be pressured onto being friends with them or have a sense of longing! This will be due to your good parenting!!!

- style

They both have multiple, but what stands out is feminine clothing and street wear!

- interest/hobbies

gossiping, perfumes, playing, love - check up on them -, presenting themselves well, magazines, collecting things

thank you for reading!

✎… pile six

cards the moon, five of cups, the fool, swan, dog, rabbit, archangel chamuel, archangel jophiel, archangel faith

- how many?

One!

- general rundown

So, I feel like for some of you your baby might be born with an illness. A serious one. While I understand that it is very concerning and you wouldn't like that because you are sad about it and for the safety of your child, I want you to know that it will pass. They will be able to get past it really well, they are like a little champion and will be able to beat whatever illness this is. So, don't listen to anyone yes? Have faith in your little baby. They will also be such a lovely and bright person oh my God!! Big beautiful eyes and a beautiful smile!! Their hair will possibly be black and have curls!! They are so nice and cute omg!! They will adore you to the moon and back!! I can see them having the kindest sweetest heart ever. They will say things that will leave you amused.

- their relationship with you!

You will be their world!!! They will be so sweet and gentle to you!! Always hugging you and thanking you for being a good parent even if they are tiny like four years old!! A mini you for real! They will be such a special and kind child! They will often cling to you and show you things they drew. Also apply what they learned from your gentle parenting to their friends!! They are a harmonious peace maker for real! I cannot describe the amount of love this child has, it would make grown people sink in shame by how pure their love is. They are attached to you like glue. Please take good care of them, to them you are the best person in the whole wide world.

- their friends

I do not think any of their friends would be able to intentionally hurt them due to how kind and sweet they are. They will be sooo loved!!! Their friends will look up to them a lot because they are so smart and are able to think of things they have never even thought of before. Most positive things of course, your child will be able to help them understand difficult situations. I can see a vision of your baby going to one of their friends that are over in your house and calming them down when they cry with reassuring words. They will be full of heart and love, and always want to teach the best to their friends. Of course they will be able to have fun too! Kiddos will argue who loves them more, who's best friend they are. They remind me of the Goddes of platonic love!

- their style

Their whole life they will ask your advice on what to wear. No matter how old they are. They could be 4 four 40 they will always ask 'how do you think this looks like?!!!'

- interest/hobbies

dolls, spirituality, religion, sociology, nature!, anything about life, plush!, animals, life styles, books, arts, culture

thank you for reading!

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