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Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa thank you so much chanif- he's such a doll my pookie 🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍
If anyone is reading this please commission Chanif has such pretty art and deserves the best!!!!
Happy birthday, @alexex8sts :-) !
Wishing you a day filled with happiness ahead!
Prompt: Ibara Saegusa is celebrating Y/N's birthday
Also thank you for commissioning me again! I tried to finish as soon as I could cause I don't know the exact date of your birthday ;-;
RAINY DAY PROMPTS ! 𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉
𖦹 DIALOGUE + SCENARIOS 𖦹
A/N : Got some ideas for rainy day prompts since it rained for the first time in months for me! Some of these are romantic, platonic, or parent/kid. Read them however you’d like to interpret them! Hope you all enjoy.
𖦹 Please reblog this post, or tag my account if you use any of these! 𖦹
𓇼 A providing B comfort because B is scared of thunder.
⋆.˚ “You’re really scared of some thunder? C’mere.”
𓇼 “Shh. I’ve got you, baby. You’re safe with me.”
⋆.˚ A and B snuggling up and watching a movie on their old laptop using the DVD player.
𓇼 “Use your brain for a second! It’s cold and wet and rainy out there! There’s no reason for us to not cuddle right now.”
⋆.˚ A screaming when the power goes out, B giggling in response, or screaming with them.
𓇼 A and B cooking a hot meal together to enjoy in the cold weather.
⋆.˚ A complaining to B as they try to convince A that playing in the rain is fun.
𓇼 B gets sick from being out in the rain and A has to take care of them.
⋆.˚ A and B listening to records/music so loud that the rain is the background noise rather than the music.
𓇼 A and B having some parallel play time while sitting together to stay to warm.
⋆.˚ “I wish it would stop raining.” “I hope it never stops raining!”
𓇼 B whining to A over the phone because the rain is causing so much traffic that they’re late to get home.
⋆.˚ A and B playing in the rain with the biggest, goofiest grins on their faces.
𓇼 A and B kissing softly in silence while the only sounds filling the room are their sighs and the rain hitting the roof.
⋆.˚ A and B anxiously attempting to figure out how to fix a leak in the roof from the rain.
𓇼 A reading to B as they fall asleep in their lap, the rain helping B fall asleep.
⋆.˚ A driving after they had to cancel their plans with B, B watching the raindrops “race” on the passenger seat window.
𓇼 “Did your parents ever tell you something silly to keep you from being scared of the rain?” “Yeah! They did, actually.” “What? Tell me about it.”
⋆.˚ A and B sitting on their porch or at a big window and admiring the rain together.
MUSEUM PROMPTS ! 𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉
𖦹 DIALOGUE + SCENARIOS 𖦹
A/N : I love planetariums, museums, and the like, so take some prompts based off of the idea of a museum date or outing, if platonic!
𖦹 Please reblog this post, or tag my account if you use any of these! 𖦹
𓇼 A having to drag B along because B thinks it’s a waste of time.
⋆.˚ “You already know so much about (topic), you don’t need to read things you already know.” “Okay, but… Consider this; I don’t know everything about (topic).”
𓇼 B secretly enjoying/becoming intrigued with the exhibits and facts displayed.
⋆.˚ Alternatively; B smiling softly as A nerds out and explains literally everything.
𓇼 A and B— that are only comfortable with each other when in public— go to a museum together and have their headphones in while wandering together.
⋆.˚ A and B that are informed on the museum’s contents, but different parts of it.
𓇼 “Did you know that (animal) only eats plankton?” “Oh my god, I didn’t! Did you know that (different species of that animal) only eats meat?”
⋆.˚ A and B leaving the museum, only to realize that there’s been a gift shop there the entire time that they missed on the way in. They have to get something.
𓇼 A and B asking each other questions about the exhibits that lead to really deep conversations.
⋆.˚ Alternatively; B asking questions to a tour guide for A because they’re too nervous to ask themselves.
𓇼 “I really need to know…” “You’re about to get an answer.”
⋆.˚ A reading all the plaques/posters while B analyzes the visuals of the exhibit.
𓇼 B getting extremely close to the exhibit and getting weird looks from people, but they’re just trying to look a little closer!
⋆.˚ A and B in one of those presentation auditoriums and in absolute awe of the projections.
𓇼 “Since when have we had the technology to do that?” “I have no clue, but I’m glad we have it.”
⋆.˚ B sneaking off to the gift shop while A is indulged in the exhibits to find a plush/gift of something A got especially excited over.
𓇼 A and B going to museum with no knowledge on the museum’s contents and goofing off the entire time.
⋆.˚ “That one looks dumb.” “So it looks like you?” “No, that looks like you!”
𓇼 A and B going on one of the less busy days just to avoid getting overwhelmed; they want to cater to each other as much as possible.
He fuckin got that mouse's ass, expert pouncer
I Need My Girl
Jason Todd x fem!reader/ (Slight) Garfield Logan x reader
Inspiration: Song: I Need My Girl by The National
Summary: The reader (Jason’s crush) pushes him out of the way to save him. The reader goes to hospital and while Jason’s and the rest of the Titans are waiting for any news Jason’s guilt eats him alive.
Warnings: One swear word, angst, fluff, first kiss as a couple, reader almost dies, Jason crying cause he’s my baby and I don’t want him to cry but I make him cry anyway and I should really make a happy thing with Jason but I just don’t ???
“Jason look out!” She shouted pushing him away mere seconds before she took the blast. Everything froze and Jason couldn’t hear himself scream but he felt it. The burning of his throat like he’d swallowed a wildfire slowly turned to coal that weighed in his stomach as he made his way to her. He fell to his knees and pulled her softly so that her head rested on his thighs. He just stared at her with blurry eyes that seemed to her blurrier. That’s the last thing he remembered before he was waiting in the hospital.
Dick, Rachel and Kori sat on the scratchy and uncomfortable hospital chairs. While Jason and Garfield paced around the waiting room.
"Guys could you please sit down you're making me more nervous." Rachel said as her head was in her hands.
"No we can't. Look I'm sorry Rach but I'm not going to sit down. I can't. I can't-" Garfield put a shaky hand through his green hair as he let out an even shakier breath. Kori stood up and made him sit down.
"Why is no one saying anything?! Jesus Y/n could be dying or dead because of me and no one-" Jason shouted
"Jason don't talk like that." Rachel muttered, eyes brimming with fresh tears.
"But it's the truth." Jason countered
"Would you two shut it." Dick said. Everyone jumped that was the first thing that Dick said since they'd been in the waiting room.
“No Dick I’m not shutting up. Y/n is one of us. If she wasn’t so fucking selfless then I would be in the hospital bed that she’s in and to be honest I’d trade places with her in a heartbeat. I’m not bothered about people dying. People die everyday but I don’t want her to die today." Jason got up and walked off. The cold air bit him but he couldn’t care less. His mind was whirling. Why him? Why did you save him? Out of all the team why would you save him? He didn’t have powers like Kori or Raven or Gar. He was a shadow to Dick. He knew he’d never be what Bruce wanted him to be. Bruce wanted him to be like Dick but he wasn’t.
I can't get my head around it
I keep feeling smaller and smaller
I need my girl
After what felt like eternity one of the nurses came.
"Excuse me are you all here for Y/n Y/l/n?" A nurse said everyone looked at her.
"Yes we are. Is anything wrong?" Kori asked. The nurse smiled warmly
"No nothing's wrong, your friend is lucky to have survived that." Garfield nervously chuckled putting his hands behind his head and resting on the back of the seat
"Yeah she is a lucky charm."
"You're free to see her now." The nurse informed them, everyone got up quickly.
"I'll go get Jason." Kori said everyone nodded as she went out the door to find him.
***********
Beep. Beep. Beep. The sound of a heart monitor was the sound that filled her ears as she woke up slowly. Y/n slowly blinked and groaned at the light. As her eyes adjusted she could make out three figures; Garfield, Dick and Rachel. Her voice was hoarse.
“Where’s Kori and Jason?”
"Kori went to find Jason. He couldn't handle it." Rachel said her chin length bon was slightly messy. Guilt filled Y/n. Y/n and Jason has always been close since she’d first joined the Titans. She’s seen sides of Jason none of them ever would. She didn't even want to think about what could've happened if she hadn't of made it. She shook her head.
“You have no idea how happy I am that you survived.” Dick spoke she chuckled slightly.
“You and I both Dicky.” They smiled at each other.
“Y/n/n." She heard a voice say barely above a whisper, the team made way for Jason as he hugged her.
"C'mon guys lets leave Jason and Y/n for awhile. Glad to see you’re better Y/n." Kori said. Everyone left but Garfield cast one last look at Y/n before Kori gave him a quick, swift kick in the shin. He let out a soft groan before leaving. Jason and Y/n laughed. They both nodded in thanks. She returned the gesture before walking out.
"I'm guessing the team have already said how glad they are to have you back." Jason said
"Yeah." There was a silence. "Rachel told me how you couldn't handle it." Her voice was sympathetic. Jason chuckled as a few tears streamed down his face. Y/n laid a hand on his cheek and he nuzzled into it.
"I am sorry you know. I thought I'd be stronger but when the doctors weren't telling us anything it hit me like a truck that I might be losing my best friend and when I thought I'd lost you. You have no idea how scared I was when I thought I would never be able to tell you how much I-" Jason cut himself off before he went any further. He stuffed his hands in his jean pockets and broke eye contact. Y/n raised a questionable eyebrow but said nothing.
“Now you know how I feel when you get hurt.” Jason chuckled “besides it’s gonna have to take a lot more than that to finish me off. I am a Titan after all.”
"To right you are. No wonder your nickname’s lucky, you've always been lucky you know ever since you came into my life I feel like it’s become a better place.”
“I know Jay.” The air was filled with a comfortable silence except for the beeping.
“Jason.” He hummed “what were you going to say before you cut yourself off?” Jason looked like he’d just been caught doing something he shouldn’t of been doing.
“You know the usual sappy stuff when you nearly lose someone.” He said taking his hands out of his pockets and using one to rub the back of his neck.
“So say it.”
“Huh?”
“Say the sappy stuff that people say when they nearly lose someone.” There was a mischievous glint in her eye and Jason chuckled.
“Fine. Y/n Y/l/n I couldn’t imagine my life without you. Everyday you make my life a better place and I feel so much happier with you by my side.”
“No offence Jay but that sounded more like a marriage proposal and you can’t propose without dating a girl gees Jason.” She said laughing. He grabbed her face and pushed his lips to hers. They moved in sync as she grabbed his wrist. They broke apart and Jason opened his mouth "I feel the same bozo don't worry." He smiled.
"Which is why I've decided on something that will keep you out of harms way. You're never going on a mission again unless you're with me," Jason told Y/n in a half joking, half serious tone.
"Well you are the reason I’m in here anyway. But if I don't go how am I supposed to help you out. The whole team knows you never think of a plan." Jason laughed.
"So you never look behind you. Is there a reason for that or did you just do it?" Y/n shrugged.
"I guess if I look back then I'm scared I'm gonna get lost in the past and I won't be able to do anything 'cause I'll be stuck there. I’ve been stuck in the past for to long and I need to change it but no matter how much you want to change something in the past it's stuck there now forever and there's nothing you can do about it. " Jason was left speechless he never though there would be an actual reason as to why she never looked back. It scared Jason how she never had any emotion in her when she said that or in her face. "Besides I didn't want to see how far you were behind me." She added with a light laugh.
“More like how close I was.”
"Yeah right. I was faster than you and you knew it." They both laughedz
"Sir I'm sorry but visiting hours are almost over and Miss Y/l/n will need to get some rest." Jason nodded and pressed a long chaste kiss to the crown of Y/n’s head.
“Soon as your out of here I’m taking you on a date.” He whispered
“Can’t wait.” She whispered back and Jason broke out into a boyish grin. She chuckled. “Right go come on Jay I need my beauty sleep.”
“Trust me baby you really don’t.” She blushes and Jason chuckled. "See you tomorrow.”
“Bye handsome.” He excused himself past the nurse and towards the team.
"Do you know how long she's gonna be in here for?" Garfield asked Jason shook his head. Garfield’s demeanour slumped.
“I hope it’s not long though I’ve got to take her on a date.” Jason said everyone stared at him wide eyed. Garfield lightly punched his shoulder and Dick ruffled his hair.
"We'll visit her everyday though." Rachel said
"For sure." Jason said
"Let's get going." Kori suggested the team hummed in agreement before walking out of the hospital where Y/n wouldn’t be in for much longer.
𝐀𝐧𝐝…𝐒𝐞𝐭
Pairing- Art Donaldson x !female reader
Summary: Art's determination to win collides with his distant connection with Tashi. You always knew it was a problem, but one incident snapped your band of patience and found the urge to address it. (I suck at writing summaries forgive me!<3)
Warnings- Cursing, fluff, small angst but with happy ending
Word Count- 1.4k
Authors note: Hii! Soo this is my third post and I really hope this one's good in your opinion. I feel like this coudve been written better but I wanted to post something since it has been a minute. Also, I didn't watch Challengers so this might not be as accurate just FYI!! Also againn, this does have a spicy version sitting in my drafts so if this gets enough recognition and you guys want it then I'd be more than happy to post it. Enjoy!
“Art, baby-” You uttered softly while he grabbed his tennis racket from one of the many benches surrounding the tennis court. Sweat covered his forehead and shirt from the summer heat, eyebrows were furrowed in concentration, hands red and irritated from the firm grip he had on the racket when swinging, and Tashi’s stare from the sidelines, right beside where you were, only encouraged it.
“Don’t ‘baby’ him, you know it'll only distract him from what he needs,” Tashi replied, black sunglasses-covered eyes still set on Art, now beginning his stance as the trainer began to set the ball once more.
You understood where the woman came from...to a short extent. She’d been your friend since college, both having dreams about becoming the best. But ever since her injury and your lack of motivation, you both stopped doing what you loved. You accepted that. Tashi couldn't.
“What he needs is a break, Tashi, a real one.” She only rolled her eyes in return, not caring if you saw it or not. You wanted to say something, demand something, but you knew how important this was to Art. Knew that if you tried to take the sliver of hope he had at ameliorating his already perfect skills of what he’s trying to love away, then he’d never forgive you.
With a huff of annoyance, you opened your mouth to say anything reasonable that could go through your old friend’s thick skull but was interrupted by a yelp, followed by a tennis racket hitting the ground, the noise echoing throughout the court. Your chest tightened, and a sharp breath caught in your throat as you saw Art lying on the ground, face grimacing in utter pain while hunched over and clutching his right ankle.
“Art!” You ran to him, not noticing Tashi behind your trail. You knew this would happen; You knew Tashi would push him too far. You knew Art wouldn’t be able to just listen to you-
“Get a fucking medic already!” Tashi exclaimed to the shocked trainer watching over the situation. They stood for a second more before rushing to get help.
You knelt to Art’s level, cradling his face in your hands. The small movements of your thumbs drew circles against his temple. You hoped, no, prayed, it did him any good.
“Just breathe, love, you’re okay.” The reassurance in your smile and the soft gaze in your eyes relaxed Art into a consistent breathing pattern. His hand wrapped around your wrist for support as he shook his head in dismissal. You noticed Tashi, kneeling beside him on the other side, looking at him with the same, if not more, deeper concern than you. Her hands shook lightly in her lap as she observed the two of you and if you weren’t mistaken, she wanted to reach out to him herself.
“I-It’s fine. I’m good for another hit.” Art muttered in what tried to be confidence, but the shakiness in his voice said otherwise. His heavy eyes fixated on Tashi when saying ‘another hit’ almost like he needed her confirmation to let him continue practicing.
“What?” you exclaimed. Tashi’s eyes widened when she noticed Art’s gaze on her. “Art, no. Help me take him to the car.” Thankfully, you majored in specialized healthcare and knew the basics of treating a sprained ankle so taking him home wasn’t a big deal.
“What about the medic-” Tashi began.
“Fuck the medic!” You cut off, mumbling “They’re taking too long” in the process. You hooked your arms around him as Tashi did the same to his right.
The drive home was silent except for the light grunts Art made with every slight bump in the road. You tried to make him comfortable as much as you could; resting your hand on his knee, reassuring him everything was okay and well, kissing his reddened knuckles once or twice with sympathy.
You managed to get Art out of the car without struggle and rest him on one of the couches that accompanied your shared living room. Wrapping his foot was the easy part, but convincing him to rest and take it easy was a whole different story.
“Art, Angel, please just lay down. The court isn’t going to grow legs and leave.” You joked as you knelt before him, one hand clutching his own. He sighed while tilting his head back in final defeat, nodding in understanding.
“I know baby, I get it. It’s just- if I’m going to compete for this season then it’s whatever it takes. Tashi…” He paused.
“‘Tashi’ what?” You deadpanned with a little more forceness than intended. Given his situation, you knew he couldn’t help how he felt about his (toxic) ex and coach. He loved you with all of his fiber and being, no doubt, but Art never could understand that his vulnerability, trust, attachment, poured out of him without even knowing. You felt the need to close your eyes and take a deep breath. Exhaling all the creeping stress that was about to shoot out your body and attack Art without fault. “Art. listen to me, please, I know you want her to coach you, I know that, and I’ve been trying to let you get to where you want to go with your career. I understand. But do I really have to list everything she’s done to you without an ounce of sympathy? Before and after you married her.”
Art’s eyes averted from yours, finding the couch more interesting than the needed conversation.
“That’s not fair.” He muttered. You scoffed.
“No, what’s not fair is the constant stress she used to put you in. What’s not fair is the fact that I had to watch you work your ass off and be rewarded with a fucking cuss-out from her because she thought you still weren't good enough…a wife doesn’t do that to her husband.”
Art’s head finally turns to you. The whites of his eyes were red, eye bags more prominent than ever. Blush stained his cheeks, neck, and pouty lips. He looked exhausted.
“I just wanted her to accept me…I still w-want her to accept me.” his mouth contorted into disgust as if what he said was the most controversial thing in the world. He reached for the bottom of your top and tugged, encouraging you to rest your body on top of his, and you hesitantly obliged. “And I swear to you it’s not because I still love her, you know that. I guess…” He paused. You reached your hand to glide your fingers through the blonde hair that lay on the nape of his neck, looking at him with soft, understanding eyes, encouraging him to use his words. To finally release his true feelings about something hidden for way too long. “I guess it’s partly because of pity? Y’know with her injury and everything. When we were…something, I saw the look of pure agony and anger on her face when she found out she wouldn’t be able to play anymore, and I felt horrible. Just imagining not doing the one thing you’ve worked so hard for kills me.”
“You felt as though you needed to continue her dream through you,” You summarized but shortly chuckled before straddling Art’s waist. “Art you’re too vulnerable for your own damn good.” He sheepishly smiles while shrugging.
“Just say I have attachment issues, I can take it.” Snickering, you playfully rolled your eyes. At least he wasn’t completely clueless, you thought.
“I would never make you do anything against your will, but I feel like after the world champs you should take a good break for a while and maybe separate yourself from Tashi,” You said, the statement sounding more like a question. “Just to see if she might be the one holding you down.”
His head tilted to the side in peak curiosity, eyes squinted and tense before they relaxed into soft irises. You knew he knew the answer, but what worried you was the sincerity behind it. He would do anything and everything to please you; it was his perfect flaw, but sometimes that flaw overtook him. Trapped him. You just hoped his answer would hold sureness in it.
“Okay.”
“Okay?” He nodded, a lazy smile, that replicated yours, plastered on his face.
“Yes, baby. I love you. I want to make you my wife. I’m going to make you my wife. Why would I fuck that up?” Silence engulfed you as your stomach began to turn. The love you had for him outweighed the stars, fuck, it outweighed the whole universe. And as he looked up to you tired eyes glistening, perfect lips smiling, amazing hands caressing, you knew. You knew he could listen and cherish and understand anything you brought to him; whether it’d be small or big, annoying or reasonable. You knew he would still be there.
“SAY YES, SAY YOU WILL BE MY VISCOUNTESS”
songs i listened to: 200% akmu, sofia clairo
this is super short but i just wanted to get something out and i thought this was a cute scenario.
Viscount Tewksbury x Fem Reader 🫶🏻
“Have you ever thought of marriage” Tewksbury asked you as he watched you twirl around his garden.
“Every lady has my lord” you smiled at him , he followed you around his garden as you smelled each and every flower.
“As you know I’m looking for a lady to uh” he cleared his throat “to uh help me extend my family name”.
“So your looking for a bride so she can have your babies? ” you laughed at the thought of mini Tewksburys running around.
Tewksbury turned red “and to love of course, would you like to have children?” he asked waiting on a answer.
“yes but I’m far to young. I’m only eighteen and besides I don’t have any offers yet” you looked at Tewksbury with a fake frown , he rolled his eyes
“You have one” he smiled softly at you
“From who?” you looked confused.
“Me?” he got down in front of you on his knee
“What are you doing my lord , get up” you gave him a shocked expression.
“I want to spend everyday with you, I want to wake up next to you. Will you marry me? Will you be my Viscountess” he took out a box from his jacket and opened it revealing a gorgeous emerald ring. “I can offer you everything you’d ever want”
“Tewksbury- I don’t know what to say” your eyes widened when you saw the big gem, no it was because you never thought a viscount would propose to you
“Say yes , say you will be my Viscountess” he smiled up at you with his golden brown eyes.
“Yes! I will be your Viscountess” you felt tears in your eyes as Tewksbury put the ring on your finger. He picked you up and spun you in the air then kissing you passionately when he softly put you down.
sorry for barely updating i had summer classes 💀
Monster Tom. He loafin. He may be in a bit of a mood, but he still loafin.
