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cheerleader captain with THAT football team captain?

miss you jackie :((

jackie who still sticks to soccer when she goes to college.... i could be misreading ur entire anon but im going with what i originally thought im sorry if you meant something different i just assume ur British or something..

having multiple classes with her and only realizing that she's on the soccer team when it's soccer szn and you guys cheer them on during their first home game. it quickly becomes your favorite sport. always making sure to tell her in class how good she was and congratulating her team on their wins :) she tells you that she couldn't do it without your cheering her on which makes you blush. slowly becoming more than classmates and actual friends!!!!

telling her where you work and she shows up to 'buy' things but ends up holding the line up while talking to you about this recent scuffle her teammates have gotten into which is making her brain hurt. you understand completely, as you're the captain of your cheerleading squad. thinking of her mentioning how good you look in normal clothes instead of your cheerleading outfit, but she does miss it. you don't know what she means by it.

cheerleader!r and soccer captain!jackie who sneak off to makeout when they're supposed to be holding meetings for their team after practice. you somehow always forget to send that "sorry! had to cancel today's meeting" text because jackie's pulling your phone out of your hand and pulling you onto her lap. sometimes you convince her to cut it short and you walk her to the soccer field before going to your own meeting, feeling crazyy at her swollen lips as she tries to act normal and pump up the girls.

being a cheerleader for another college and meeting jackie at a rival game.... ur teammates clock it very quickly and make fun of you for having a crush. you're so thankful that your college's soccer team plays them a couple more times throughout the season 😭 trying to befriend her and coming up to her before the game, wishing her good luck and asking for her number which actually works. it sucks that she lives so far away though. jackie who sends you photos of her at other games, saying she wishes you were here to cheer her on </3

cheer captain!r and jackie where you both kind of have a thing for the other in their outfit.... she, of course, loves when you're in that skirt. you, on the other hand, have kind of just been pavloved into liking her soccer uniform because of how often you mess around while she's practicing. she also loves stealing ur varsity jacket and Loves making out in it. has definitely helped you get ready in the morning and purposefully put you in her Taylor varsity jacket too.

doing routines for her!!! asking her if it's good enough or if you should practice more. jackie who comes and watches you practice too!!! she's the MOST supportive gf. when you're cheering for another team and she's able to go, she shows up with flowers and makes a sign to hold up when you guys are on 😭

I was thinking of Jackie Taylor (housewife Jackie perhaps?) with a trans male boyfriend or husband! Helping him remember to take his testerone shots or even taking care of him after top surgery!

oh my god all these housewife jackie thoughts are making me so happy....she'd be the best wifey ever 😭😭😭😭

housewife jackie who lovess wearing your shirts... especially your collared shirts for work. coming home after your shift and finding her curled up on the couch, only wearing your shirt and your boxers. literally the dream.

housewife jackie who wakes up when you wake up for work just so she can help you get dressed :( tying your tie for you... doing your t-shot extra early because she knows you'll forget to do it when you get home >.> jackie already having breakfast ready for you... or times when you have to get up super early and she's too tired for that, she makes sure to leave you a note on the kitchen counter along with a snack for you to take on the way.

housewife jackie helping you shave!! you always nick yourself so she loves doing it for you sometimes :) you also always steal one of her razors because you like the gel ones so she buys you a new pack :D but jackie gently holding onto your face, her thumb rubbing your stubble as she shaves you. NEED.

god. thinking about all the small stuff she would do to affirm your gender 😭❤️ things like buying you aftershave, deodorant, shaving cream, new work slacks or new clothes in general. god, and you know she'd call you hubby.

housewife jackie who has a whiteboard on the fridge that has the days you do your tshot. jackie who is so good at calming you down if you're nervous about it :( she talks you through it while prepping your injection site and she always makes it painless. she apologizes so much and probably tears up if she accidentally hurts you 😭 she'd be clingy the rest of the day and give you tons of kisses to make up for it.

housewife jackie who ALWAYS bakes you a cake for your t anniversaries! it's your 2 years on T? she's baking you a nice ass cake and probably inviting all the girls. also makes sure to take good care of you in bed to show how proud she is of you ;b

she'd Love pampering you after top surgery bro. thinking of showering with her the morning of and just being so giggly because it's finally happening!!! maybe you had to travel to get it and i think she'd love crashing in a hotel with you. she def overpacks. also thinking of telling her that you wont be able to hug her for a while because of recovery and she pouts so hard 😭 she's right there comforting you when driving you to the hospital and whlie in the waiting room, she's helping you into the gown and trying not to cry 😭 it ends up making you cry because you HATE seeing her cry and you're just so emotional because it's scary!! ur scared shitless but so excited.

god she's a mess when you go to the actual surgery room dude 😭 she's trying to calm herself down whlie waiting for hours but she's right there when you get out, all smiles and asking how you feel. you feel like proper shit of course, and she's doing everything she can to help you :( praising you for moving slightly to get onto the hospital bed, giving you a pillow to rest your arms on, giving you as many kisses as she can, helping you drink some water. helping you into your clothes after you're ready to leave!! jackie washing you and helping you go to the bathroom despite how embarassing it is for you. oh my god she'd be the best.

Ppl like grumpy x sunshine more than “paint me like one of your French girls” and I mean- if you’re making a series and go for the most votes… can you at least make a one shot on “paint me like one of your French girls”?

Please? For me? 🥺🥺🥺

For the brains behind soul painter?? 👉👈

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You’d painted before. Hundreds of pieces. Thousands of strokes. But never like this.

She lay there—draped across your studio couch, nude in the golden light, all sharp angles softened by the glow of sunset filtering through the window. A living masterpiece. Every curve a siren’s call.

And still—still—you weren’t looking at her the way a man would. You looked like an artist possessed.

She watched your eyes flick from her hip to her collarbone. Your tongue flicked across your lip as you mixed another color. The veins in your hand flexed as you clenched the brush tighter—focused. Your jaw locked, then twitched.

God, the control in you was intoxicating.

She’d stripped down thinking you’d tease. Maybe flirt. But no.

You were silent.

Worshipping her with the way you looked at her… but not like a lover.

Like an addict.

She shifted, slowly—just enough to make your gaze falter.

It did.

You paused.

Eyes flicked to hers.

“Don’t move,” you said, voice husky, low.

She smirked. “Why not?”

“Because,” you said, eyes dropping back to her form, “this light on your hip—if it slips, I’ll lose it.”

Her brows lifted. “So serious.”

You didn’t reply. Just lifted the brush and went back to it.

She stared at your forearms—taut under the rolled sleeves. At the muscles shifting under your shirt as you painted. At your hands. Those hands.

Veins raised, fingers stained with dried pigment, moving with such control it made her knees press together, even from where she laid.

You didn’t notice.

But then you turned.

And she saw your back.

Shirt pulled tight between your shoulders as you reached for a rag. Muscles dancing as you adjusted your stance. She exhaled hard.

“You’ve been painting me for over an hour,” she said, voice breathy.

You glanced over, surprised by the interruption.

“Is it not working?” you asked.

“No,” she said, sitting up slightly, eyes dark. “It’s working too well.”

You blinked.

She stood, unapologetically nude, walking toward you slowly. “I was trying to be your muse. But I’ve been watching you this whole time, and I realized—”

She touched your chest, eyes raking over your body.

“You’re the art.”

Her hand moved down. Over your abs, slow and reverent. “You don’t even know, do you? The way you look when you’re painting. That jaw. Those back muscles. The veins in your hands—”

She took one in her fingers. Kissed your knuckle.

“—I want them on me.”

You dropped the brush.

And when you kissed her, it wasn’t frantic. It was reverent. Careful. Like she was another canvas and you were building her color by color.

She reached for your shirt, sliding it off slow, dragging her fingers across the grooves in your back like she’d studied them. She kissed each one, from shoulder to spine.

“You gonna finish that painting?” she whispered, breath hot on your skin.

“Later,” you murmured.

Because right now?

You were the brush. She was the canvas. And the art was made in every slow, aching, soul-painted touch. A/N: Fuck you, now I'm horny 4 this man (I meant it as a joke btw)

Wednesday Addams X Female Reader.

SERIES:

Blade Of Miquella (Angst-Comfort-Mystery) [Celine’s own work (COMPLETE)

Love Me Leave Me (Angst-Tragedy-Self-harm) [Celine+Simon’s work] Love Me Leave Me Good Ending Part 1 (Angst-Self Harm-Comfort) [Celine+ Simon Work] Her Heartbeat (Fluff-Angst-Hurt to Comfort) [Celine+Simon’s work] (COMPLETE)

The Maiden Of Death (Angst-Dark) [Simon’s work] ONE SHOTS:

She Wishes (Angst-Regret) [Simon’s work]

Would you? a part 2 of “She Wishes” (Angst-Regret) [Simon’s work]

You deserved better. (Angst-Wedding) [Simon’s work]

It doesn’t matter. (Angst-Depression-Suicide) [Simon’s work]

Lost Valentine’s. (Angst-Sad Ending) [Simon’s work]

Anything (Angst-comfort) [Simon’s work]

Insecurities (Angst-Sad Ending) [Simon’s work]

Operation Oreo (Fluff) [Simon’s work]

Not A Bad Day (Fluff) [Simon’s work]

Woeful Tooth. (set in the “Not A Bad Day” universe) (Fluff) [Simon’s work]

Ugly Sweater Party. (set in the “Not A Bad Day” universe)(Fluff)[Simon’s work]

Not a bad Christmas. (set in the “Not A Bad Day” universe) (Fluff) [Simon’s work]

Take Me To Church (Light Angst-Comfort) [Simon’s Work]

Things She Hates (Fluff-Comedy) [Simon’s work]

Wednesday gets Ghosted… literally (Fluff-Halloween Special) [Simon’s Work] . .

💥UPCOMING WORKS 💥 . .

Our other works

Jade West X Tori Vega:

2 days of love.(Angst-Tragedy)[Celine’s own Work]

(Summary: 2 days of love was all she needed)

GHOSTS ( Angst-Tragedy-Revenge) [AO3 LINK][Celine+Simon’s work](Summary:  After losing the one she loved, trying to find justice, she took the path of revenge, following a Ghost of the past, trying to find the meaning of her life, but how can she do that if the only one who gave her life meaning was gone?)

A Twisted Romantic Fairytale (Wally Clark x Reader

Word Count: 3K

A tragic tale of two star-crossed lovers.

Warnings: Death

The homecoming game of 1983 was a tragic tale of two star crossed lovers perishing beside one another. It’s a story for the history books and one Split River High would remember in the years going forward. One that students remember as a devastating if not twisted romantic fairytale. Two young lovers bound together for eternity.

Homecoming Game - 1983.

Excitement runs rampant through the air as everybody floods into the stadium, eager chattering of students combined with the cheerful melodies of the marching band fill me with joy. It’s not as if I haven’t been here before, I’m no stranger to the blinding lights of Split River football stadium. In fact I’ve been cheering on the sidelines at every football game for the past four years or so, but tonight is different. I’m unsure of whether the electricity I can feel within the air has always been there and I have simply never noticed, or if it has something to do with the fact that this is my last homecoming game of my high school career. It’s the one night that counts. After all, it’s hard to miss the countless recruiters already situated within the stands.

“There you are! God, I’ve been looking all over for you!”

Upon hearing the familiar voice, I can’t help but smile. Turning my attention away from the water fountain where I had previously been filling my water bottle, to see the dark haired jock that makes my heart race.

Wally Clark. Where do I even begin to describe this boy? 

I first met Wally on the second day of senior year. My family had just moved to Split River from Amber, Nevada, following my father’s transfer within the police department. Having accepted a promotion, despite the fact it meant we had to uproot our entire lives and move almost two thousand miles away.

It’s fair to say that I had been a complete mess, struggling to find my feet in a town that was the complete opposite to everything I had been used to. Not to mention the constant arguing between my parents caused by the stress of the move. Feeling so overwhelmed by my entire life changing so quickly, I couldn’t bring myself to attend first period and instead found myself tucked away in the bleachers, smoking a cigarette with shaky hands.

It was at that moment that Wally had found me, with a warm smile on his face, he comforted me. Welcomed me to the strange new town of Split River. Offered to sit with me in the cafeteria at lunch despite being a total stranger. However, something about the way things took place felt incredibly natural. As though this was the way things were meant to be.

Wally and I became inseparable from that moment forward, he encouraged me to join the cheerleading team. Insisting that it was only because he knew it was a passion of mine and not because it meant I would be forced to go to the football games that he just so happened to play. And how could I say no to that charming grin?

Throughout the years, we both learnt a lot about one another. He listened and supported me as I discussed my turbulent homelife, detailing how my parents seemed to be getting closer and closer to divorce by the day and how in turn I became practically invisible to them. I was there for him following every argument he had with his mother, reminding him that his sole purpose in life was not just football. Ensuring he knew that he had other talents and qualities that were just as good if not better than his football skills.

We weren’t best friends, we were each other’s rock through thick and thin. So when he kissed me on the field, following yet another win for the team, I felt like I was floating on air. Unearthing all of the feelings I harbored for the jock, even if I had spent all that time trying to bury them.

Wally’s heart is so pure and full of love. Being on the receiving end of that love to the fullest extent is the greatest joy I will ever be able to experience. To have someone be such a bright light in your life is truly a blessing.

So if I had to describe Wally Clark? I’d say he was an angel brought down from heaven just for me.

“Excited for the big game my love?” Wally asks as he finally reaches me, wrapping an arm around my shoulder and placing a soft kiss on my temple.

“More nervous than excited. Kristine’s had us practicing a new move and with all the recruiters, I’m just scared I’m going to let the nerves get to me and mess up.” I admit, reaching my own hand up to hold his that remains over my shoulder as we begin to stroll through the crowds towards the locker rooms.

“You’re a superstar!” Wally exclaims, to which I’m unable to contain my laughter. “I mean it! You’re gonna smash it, honestly. I’ve never seen someone make cheerleading look as mesmerizing as you do. It’s borderline hypnotic, I’m telling you.”

“Sure, yeah, whatever you say.” I reply, tone sarcastic, yet his words of encouragement do make me feel ten times better. “Anyway, what about my favorite player? Are you feeling okay?”

I don’t miss the pained look that flashes briefly crosses his face before returning to his usual winning beam. I’m sure he’s just ready to get the game over with, wanting to return to some sense of normality and let loose at the dance. No longer having to deal with the overwhelming amount of pressure that his mom places on him to be the best.

“I guess I’m a little worried. My knee has been playing up for the past few days and coach said I needed to rest it, which is what I’ve been trying to do. I don’t know, I just don’t want to let anyone down, especially not my mom. Or you.”

As Wally finishes speaking we reach the doors of the locker room and I remove myself from his embrace to stand in front of him. Taking his hands gently in mine as I gaze up at the sweet boy. Noticing the slight gleam of worry and shame hidden deep within his coffee brown eyes.

“Whatever happens out there, you won’t be letting anyone down, I promise.” My voice is soft as I speak to him, wanting him to truly understand how little his performance matters. “Your mom may be disappointed but she’ll get over it. As long as you’re happy, healthy and alive, that’s the most important thing. Just don’t push yourself too hard, I know how important it is to you that you make your mom proud but she’ll be proud of you no matter what. I mean, how could she not be? You’re amazing Wally Clark.”

The footballer smiles, wrapping his arms around me before pulling me into his body tightly. Resting my head against his chest, I close my eyes for a moment, allowing myself to relax in his embrace and breathing in deeply to take in the deep oaky scent that is Wally. He rests his head atop of mine and I can feel him squeeze me gently, hands scrunching up the fabric of my t-shirt as he does so.

“Wally Clark, better get yourself in that locker room right now! It’s almost showtime!” I hear the coach yell and my boyfriend sighs, slowly releasing me from his tight hold.

“Now go show everybody just how amazing you are.” I whisper, lovingly gazing up at him.

He nods as though in confirmation with my previous statement, before taking my face in his hands and slowly leaning down to interlock his lips with mine. Delicately and with the remaining hint of nerves racing through his body, his lips move gently with mine. My cheeks feel burning hot compared to the brisk coldness of his hands, caused by the icy fall winds, though I don’t seem to mind. Embracing the sweetness of Wally’s mouth and the tenderness of every move he makes.

It’s with much reluctance that we pull away from one another, however, after catching a glimpse of the coach’s disapproving look, I know the moment is over. Sending the jock to get himself ready with a swift peck to the cheek, him offering me a cheeky wink in return as we both slink off to our respective locker rooms.

The next time I see Wally is when the team makes their grand entrance onto the field. A big cheesy grin rests on my face as I hear the crowds' screams of support, waving flags and homemade banners to cheer on the team. With a few cheers of my own, a couple of the girls and I begin to hype up the crowd even more, jumping wildly and encouraging their yells.

As I shoot a quick glance over to the field, I’m able to spot my boyfriend easily, even with his helmet on. Smiling brightly at me even as he runs towards his team to discuss their play. My heart flutters knowing that he still makes an effort to look for me even as the game is about to begin.

“Alright girls, you know what to do!” Kristina shouts, alerting us to take up our positions and prepare for the first routine of the night.

Noticing the game is about to commence, I feel myself worrying less about messing up the performance, focusing solely on Wally and his uplifting words from moments earlier. Sharing gleeful smiles with my fellow cheerleaders, I can’t help but feel a sense of excitement as the music roars through the stadium.

The next few minutes pass by in a blur, with the Split River football team taking an early victory and our routine flowing perfectly without a single fault or mistake. It’s almost too good to be true.

With our final move only seconds away, I feel the nerves return once more as I boost myself into the hands of the other girls. Their hands wrapped around my ankles and calves to ensure my safety and support whilst in the air. It’s only when I’m hoisted into the air that my stomach twists. Something doesn’t feel right but I’m unable to do anything. Everything happens in slow motion and as I catch sight of the ground looming towards me, I’m hit instantly by the fact that I’m not going to make my mark. I’m not going to land firmly in the hands of the girls beneath me.

I suppose the one good thing about all of this is that I only have a split second to panic before my body plummets to the hard asphalt below my feet. The thump my body makes as it slams against the ground is enough to make anybody squeal.

Cheerleaders scream. Music cuts off.

Then I simply feel nothing.

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Wally’s the first to notice the chaos unfolding at the side of the field. Distracted by whatever seems to be taking place, he doesn’t notice the opposing team's player bolting towards him. He lands with a grunt, knee buckling and sending a sharp shooting pain through the length of his leg.

As he rises to his feet, he hears the whistle blowing repeatedly, noticing the chaos begin to grow larger. With furrowed brows he finds himself jogging towards the crowd, even if it does cause him a significant amount of pain that he tries desperately to hide.

Pushing through the screaming group of footballers and cheerleaders, it’s at that moment that he sees her. Lay unmoving against the concrete, his heart stops momentarily. Feeling sick to his stomach at the sight of his beautiful girl lifeless, body contorted in ways he didn’t know physically possible. 

Wally drops to his knees, students stepping away from him as he does so. Not knowing how to comfort the poor boy in this time of need. The physical pain he is feeling in his leg is nothing compared to the emotional turmoil he is going through right now. Dragging her body on to his knees and cradling her delicately, in fear of breaking her anymore.

With clouded vision, he stares down at his love, body releasing wails and sobs he had never once made in his life. Blood stains his hands, his jersey, his trousers and yet he doesn’t care. Overwhelmed by his grief, watching the color drain from her skin. He doesn’t think anything could be more painful, nothing in his life could compare to the trauma of his girlfriend sprawled out in his arms.

Wally struggles with the ambulance crew as they begin to remove her body, his coach restraining him as they place her in the back of an ambulance. The jock barely acknowledges his coach telling him that he’s been benched as he watches with heartbreak as the ambulance drives away and in his distress all he can do is cry on the sidelines.

With his mom standing behind him, badgering him about winning a scholarship and needing him in the game, Wally feels nothing but rage. All his life, he’d done right by his mom, wanting her to be proud of him, wanting her to acknowledge his successes but right now, he wanted nothing more than to tell her to close her mouth.

Instead, he finds himself marching over to the coach, begging to be put back into the game, arguing that he needs something to take his mind off what he just witnessed and that he is in fact in the correct headspace to win. And somehow, his efforts pay off much to his surprise. Back in the game, Wally has more strength than ever. Fuelled by his rage and his grief.

Whilst he finds it distasteful and disrespectful that the game continues despite his sweet girl losing her life only moments before, he plays with the knowledge that she’d want him to win. She would want him to succeed and so he tries. He tries for her because if not for her, then he has no other reason to keep going. She was the one good thing in his life that kept him from going off the deep and without her, he doesn’t know how he will continue. So for now, he simply focuses on the game.

The sharp pain in his knee grows stronger and with every passing minute he struggles more and more. Trying desperately to ignore it, he claims the ball, running at full speed towards the touchline and yet as he runs directly towards an opposing player, he makes no effort to slow down. Not thinking about the potential consequences of his actions.

He hits the ground with a devastating blow. World shrouded in darkness almost immediately. However, he feels more at peace than he ever has.

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I watch with bated breath as Wally tumbles aggressively to the floor, the crack ripples throughout the stadium and I can’t help but gasp. Throwing my hands across my mouth as I fixate on the footballers rushing to his aid. My mind races at one million thoughts per minute, why did he go back out onto the field? Why didn’t he move out of the way? How could he be so reckless?

I’m so wrapped up in my own thoughts that I almost miss the tall jock standing watching over his own body as people hopelessly attempt to resuscitate his cold body. Before I can even react, I’m slowly walking towards him, even with his back towards me I can tell he’s in pain. Hands in his hair, tugging slightly as he comes to the realization of what has happened.

My hands are shaking the closer I get, breath caught in my throat as I swallow the lump in my throat. I’m not entirely sure why I’m scared, perhaps simply afraid of what this means for us now?

“Wally.” My voice is small, timid. Hands clasped together over my chest as I anxiously await his reaction.

As though he doesn’t believe it, Wally’s body goes stiff. When he finally faces me, his mouth falls open in shock, eyes holding the same softness that they did in life and I smile hesitantly. He’s the first to break the tension, scooping me up in his arms and holding me tighter than he ever has before.

“I’m sorry Wally, I’m so sorry, I promise I didn’t mean for this to happen.” My voice breaks as I speak, tears staining my cheeks. “I should’ve tried harder and then this would never have happened. You’d still be alive. I’m so sorry.”

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. Darling it’s okay. We’re together now, yeah?” Wally states, placing his arms on my shoulders as he fully takes me in, holding me at arm’s length as if he’s checking I’m okay. Not that it really matters now.

“What were you thinking? Going back out was so stupid and irresponsible and reck-”

“I didn’t want to let you down.” Wally whispers, eyes falling to his feet in shame. “I wanted to make it all worth it, I wanted you to be proud of me because I knew you’d be looking down on me.”

“Wally, I-”

“I don’t think I could live without you sweetheart. I don’t think I’d want to.” He admits, bringing one hand to my face, thumb stroking my cheek softly. “Seeing you there, all limp and lifeless, I didn’t just lose you. I lost something within myself too.”

“I’m so sorry.” I sob, allowing myself to release all the emotions built up inside of me.

“I still thought you were the most beautiful girl in the world.” Wally confesses, smiling adoringly at me. “I still do.”

A quiet giggle escapes my mouth, pulling the tall boy towards me and pressing my lips roughly to his. Wanting, no, needing to feel him against me. To feel the way his mouth dances with mine and the way his hands tenderly caress my waist. I just need him.

“So where do we go from here?” The jock questions, our foreheads restings against one another as we catch our breath

“I don’t know, but as long as you’re with me, I don’t really care.”

Hi! Sorry if this is weird or anything, this is my first time sending an ask lol

But I just finished reading your writing about the singer/influencer reader and omfg I love your brain. Like imagine the reader did a cover of/wrote like spit in my face by ThxSoMch or Cigarette Ahegao by Penelope Scott (love her sm btw-) cause just imagine the GUILTTT

Imagine the Batfam listening to their music and just hearing the bitterness in their voice as they sing “Screwing everything up, doing everything wrong, In my defence I wasn’t supposed to be around this long, so” HGDECANZZKNFBVD

Anyway, I love your writing and I hope you have an absolutely amazing week! Take care of yourself too- drink water, eat some food and try to get some sleep ml <3

Nah anon you're cool. I love reading asks. ALSO credits to Luludelulusramblings, they made the originally made Influencer reader. Batfam belongs to DC as usual. Singer reader post: here

You know, in the Art History year 1901-1904, Picasso started the Blue Period where he only painted in the shades of Blue. It started due to the death of his friend, later his financial struggles, and of course the current state of the society. Blue Period art was so good but so doleful and depressing that no one wants to hang it in their house. Singer! Reader started their career covering mainstream songs, band songs, maybe even vocaloid. 

Their blue period started months before they planned to leave the manor. It was a simple cover of MARINA’s ‘Are you satisfied?’ A lot of burnt out overachievers ate that cover, even Tim himself. The song is basically the reader questioning the Wayne last name. Sure it was a goldmine to others but to them it’s a ticket to misery. One song cover turned into many song covers, enough to make a long playlist to play at 3 a.m. when you’re about to have a breakdown. 

The whole playlist? Batfam avoids it because it reminds them of the times they could have been giving you love but they didn’t BUT at the same time they can’t really avoid it. It became like those guilty pleasures playlist. Damian loves and hates reader’s ‘The Family Jewels’ cover because it reminds him of the fact that he and the reader are basically on the same boat. They were just children who needed attention and love. He got that attention and love immediately because of the whole league of assassins backstory. He won’t admit it but the weight of the role weighs like tonnes of iron on his shoulders. 

Jason, Bruce and Cigarette Ahegao will roll together so much. That man has twice the amount of trauma Bruce had and his coping mechanism sucks. All the aggressiveness was just a coping mechanism, underneath he’s a man with conflicted feelings and those years of being dead and suddenly being resurrected didn’t help. Let’s face it Bruce is a tired man who lives a double life. He's a man who dresses up like as a bat making sure the city is safe but he can't cover all grounds. The neglect on reader was unintentional but neglect is neglect.

Dick with reader’s cover of ‘Stressed out’ by Twenty one pilots, no explanation needed. ‘This is me trying’ by Taylor Swift with Cassandra, Stephanie, and Tim. Cassandra and Stephanie being raised by villains and Tim being an overachiever to have his parent’s attention. His parents being always away and realizing he basically did the same thing to the reader by making them feel invisible. 

Double guilt if they left the playlist on autoplay and ‘Daddy issues’ plays. Any version but I think the original fits the bill. Reader ends their blue period with a cover of Mother Mother’s ‘Burning Pile’ basically saying ‘Yeah fuck it, it’s over. I’m burning it, I’m leaving it, I’m closing the chapter’. But to the Batfamily, it meant renewal and turning a new leaf, an invitation to make things better.

😭 Thank you so so so so so much for writing my request!! There's absolutely no rush with this I just wanted to ask another one, Because I'm kind of obsessed with your work-

Perhaps Jackie Taylor X Reader where they have been married for a long time. Like 10 plus years. She wakes up ready to go to work but their reading is standing in the kitchen, And it reminds Jackie of when they were so young and in love. It just makes her fall in love with the reader all over again and she decides she just has to take the reader and eat her out on the counter!

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── RUNNING HOME TO YOUR SWEET NOTHINGS

— summary: slow mornings with jackie.

— warnings: established relationship/marriage. fem!reader. domestic fluff & nsfw content. mdni.

jackie stretches as she wakes, letting consciousness settle over her slowly. the sheets are warm, cocooning her in their familiar weight, too tempting to leave just yet. from the other room, the quiet sounds of morning drift in; the rustle of pages turning, the soft clink of a spoon against ceramic.

jackie’s muscles, untrained but prominent from years of soccer in highschool and college, uncoil as she turns her head toward your side of the bed. it’s empty but still holds the warmth of you, the shape of your body faintly imprinted on the freshly washed sheets. not gone long, then. she smiles to herself, fingertips tracing the dip where you had been.

a soft weight presses against her shin, pulling her from the last remnants of sleep. glancing down, jackie finds your cat curled at the foot of the bed, paws tucked neatly under its chin. she reaches out, running her fingers over its soft fur, scratching lightly between its ears. the cat barely stirs, only flicking its tail once before sinking deeper into sleep. even after all these years, it still favors you.

with another stretch, she swings her legs over the side of the bed, the morning air cool against her skin. reaching for the worn sweater draped over the chair, jackie tugs it on quickly. yours, technically, but she’s long since claimed it as her own in the mornings. the fabric is too large on her, with sleeves hanging way past her hands, but it smells like you and the lavender laundry detergent you always buy and feels more comforting than any of her own clothes.

once she pulls it over her head and untangles her limbs from the sheets, she moves from the bedroom. jackie already knows exactly where she’ll find you.

as she walks through the hallway, she passes all the little signs of your life together: the framed photo from your honeymoon hangs slightly crooked on the wall, something you always insist you’ll fix but never do. tucked into the frame is a worn polaroid from your first apartment, covering a small crack in the glass. in it, jackie is holding up a wine glass, while you’re caught mid-laugh, leaning into her the same way you always have, even in the wedding photos that follow further down the hall.

the entryway table holds a vase of dried flowers, a bouquet she had given you months ago, now preserved because you couldn’t throw them out. nearby, a small stack of mail she keeps meaning to sort through, books piled beside it, some hers, some yours, overlapping in the same way your lives always have. it’s a cozy kind of mess, one that makes her smile even in passing.

and then there’s you, the centerpiece of jackie’s existence now, standing in the kitchen, bathed in the light that spills through the curtains.

you’re still in your nightgown, its hem skimming the curve of your thighs, and your hair is a little mussed from sleep. one hand cradles a mug, while the other flips absently through a book on the counter, your lips quirking every so often at whatever you’re reading while you wait for the eggs to cook.

jackie freezes in the doorway to watch you for a bit.

it’s been over a decade. over ten years of this, of waking up and falling asleep to you, learning every single one of your habits, and still, she finds herself caught off guard by how much she loves you and how much she still wants you, in all the ways that matter.

she remembers mornings like this from the beginning, back when you were both in high school, and time alone was a rare thing. the only moments you had to yourselves then were tucked into the short window between her parents leaving for work and shauna pulling up to drive you both to school.

everything felt like new territory back then. your presence in her house had meant rushed breakfasts at the kitchen counter, stolen kisses between sips of coffee in the too-large home of the taylors, always cut short by the sound of an approaching car and the reality that you couldn’t stay.

now, here you are, still stealing her breath away.

you glance up as if sensing your wife, and your face softens into a smile. jackie swallows, her heart doing something embarrassingly teenage in her chest.

“you’re staring,” you tease, taking a sip of your tea. jackie hums, pushing off the doorframe and crossing the room. “can’t help it,”

you laugh. before you can say anything else, she’s there, warm hands finding your waist, pulling you into her. sighing into the touch, you instinctively set your mug down on the counter as she buries her face against your neck and breathes you in.

“mhm, good morning to you too mrs (y/l/n),” you murmur.

god, jackie never tires of hearing that: your name, now hers.

it had never even been a question. the moment it came up in a long conversation spent curled up bare under the sheets of the cottage where she’d proposed, jackie knew. you had tilted your head, fingers tracing lazy patterns against her shoulder, and asked, ‘so, what do we do about names?’ she had just shrugged, as if the answer was the simplest thing in the world. ‘i’ll take yours’

and that was that. no hesitation or second thoughts, just certainty, like so many things when it came to you.

“you still like the sound of that, huh?” you tilt your head enough for her to kiss you properly.

“best decision i ever made,” jackie whispers, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. she can feel your smile against her lips in response.

“aren’t you supposed to be getting ready for work?”

she lets her hands slip beneath the hem of your shirt. “i changed my mind…”

“oh?”

“yeah. i think i’d rather stay here,”

you hum, and your fingers move into the hair at the nape of her neck, tugging just enough to make jackie sigh against your mouth.

she always knows where you need her before you do yourself, and her hands slide further up beneath the silky fabric, over warm skin, cupping all of your breasts in her palms. her teeth graze your bottom lip just enough to make you whine into her. she swallows the sound greedily, tilting her head to kiss you deeper, her fingers tightening like she wants to pull you even closer. like close will never be close enough.

just as smoothly as she works your lips apart to slip her tongue in, she hooks her hands under your thighs and lifts you onto the counter. with a startled laugh, you let her move you. jackie grins when she steps between your legs, roaming the expanse of your bare thighs.

“easy,” you tease.

jackie’s palms caress up your parted thighs, the heat of her touch leaving a trail in its wake until settling firm at your hips. she holds you there and you exhale against her, fingers slipping back into her hair, curling it in your fists.

your legs tighten around her waist, pulling her in closer until jackie swears under her breath, clearly feeling the warmth that radiates from your center. she breaks the kiss just long enough to press her forehead against yours, breathing heavy, lips agape.

“you,” she accuses with her index poking your sides. “are trying to kill me here!”

“i’m not doing anything!” you protest.

jackie scoffs, quick to steal another kiss. then another. and another, like she has all the time in the world. right when you’re sure she’s going to lose herself entirely, the kitchen timer beeps.

the eggs.

for half a second, jackie looks almost offended at the rude interruption, but then your head drops against her shoulder and your body shakes with laughter. she groans, but your laughter is contagious, and soon enough, she’s laughing too.

jackie doesn’t let go of you, blindly reaching behind herself to fumble for the stove dial until she manages to turn it off.

“you’re just going to leave them sitting there?”

she nods, lips trailing down your jaw again so her voice comes out muffled. “they’ll survive”

you wrap your arms around her shoulders whilst she kisses her way back to your mouth.

jackie’s fingers fumble with the tie of your nightgown, working it open without needing to break the kiss. years spent learning where to tug and pull to free you from your clothes are to blame, the different motions muscle memory by now.

no matter how familiar jackie is with your body, she will never not take her time savoring the sight of you: you’re not wearing anything underneath, save for a thin pair of panties, so with the way she’s pushed the gown open your chest is on full display.

“so pretty,” she purrs, already closing the distance again. her hands cup your breasts, rolling your nipples gently at the same time as she’s kissing you. jackie’s mouth wanders to the side of your throat, then further down.

there’s no longer need for claim, for desperate encounters that aim to prove something. jackie will occasionally enjoy ravishing you (sinking her teeth in your flesh until the skin between them bruises all while she’s really fucking you), but it has become this for the most part: gentle lovemaking whenever you have the chance, still unable to keep your hands off of each other.

her lips briefly graze over the valley between your breasts, then slide below your belly button as she lowers her weight to the ground in front of you. with a smile, you cup one side of her face, taking your own share of time to admire your wife.

jackie doesn’t let you have a lot of it, though: before you know it, her mouth is on the fabric of your underwear and your head falls back against the wall as she feels you up with her tongue and lips, pressing in the places she’s memorized by heart.

“is that okay?” she breathes against you, still fully clothed, but aching with want.

“mhm,” you tighten your grip and jackie, who sighs happily in response and reaches out to peel your panties off. she’s careful with it, making sure you won’t slide off the counter while she lifts one leg after the other, just to pocket the underwear once that is done.

an invitation would not be necessary, and still, you spread your legs wider, not out of urgency but trust, shame and self consciousness long outgrown.

she has seen you in every state, knows every scar, every curve, every place where time has left its mark and, still, jackie looks at you like you are the most beautiful thing she’s ever seen. her hands brush over skin she’s traced a thousand times before, never with any less reverence.

you look down just in time to find jackie pressing a first kiss to your mound, her ragged breath ghosting over your soaked sex that pulses impatiently lower.

with the index and middle finger of her right hand parted, she runs them through you, spreading your labia open in awe. a breathless sound tears from your throat, aware of how easily her digits slide through your wetness.

“come on,” you urge, lifting a leg over her shoulder. easier access.

jackie complies; her lips are parted when she presses them against you, applying just the right amount of pressure. the moan you let out at the first contact is loud and ragged, echoing through the kitchen.

“right there,” you cry.

right there, not because jackie needs guidance but because you know she loves it when you’re open. loud. when you let her know that she’s making you feel good, whether it is by letting your moans slip or by praising her verbally.

the vibrations of the noise she makes in response go straight to your core, more arousal dripping for her mouth to drink up hungrily. it is coating her, slick and wet as she traces over your clit and swirls in clockwise circles.

for a while, jackie eats you out like this, getting lost in your taste just like you are in the sensations of her tongue flicking from side to side, licking broad strokes through you, then fucking into you deep.

her hair, a little longer now but still the same golden brown she’s been maintaining, clings to the thin film of sweat on her forehead in delicate strands, proof that she’s just as affected by what she’s doing to you, whilst her neatly manicured nails dig into your flesh. soft pastel pink almond shapes drag lines of red down the side of your thighs, goosebumps and shivers rising from the touch.

“you taste so good” she says softly once, then leans right back in to continuously flick your clit.

you can tell she’s toying with you, avoiding your most sensitive spots with purpose, only ever ghosting it briefly until you’re grinding yourself against her face in frustration you cannot contain. she knows exactly what you would need to get close to the edge, pretends to give it to you, then withdraws once pleasure starts building up.

“jackie,” you whine.

between your legs, she holds your gaze, reaches out and runs a hand through your folds. when she tilts her head, asking for permission silently, you immediately nod and jackie pushes forward, two fingers sinking into the heat of your cunt.

this draws the loudest moan from you yet, though you wouldn’t dare to try and stifle it.

that’s a habit you’ve long since left behind, discarded like the passed down furniture and mismatched dishes from your first apartment. then, everything had been hushed, kisses stolen behind locked doors, moans muffled into pillows. the walls were thin, the neighbors close, and the fear of being overheard turned every moment into a careful mix of restraint and want.

in the home you live in now, there are no walls to mind, no need to press a fist to your mouth to quiet yourself. here, you are free to gasp when jackie’s lips press against your clit, free to let her love you without reservation.

jackie has taken her mouth off of you to watch the way your face contorts in pleasure as she rubs the tips of her fingers against your g-spot, allowing you to see the arousal smeared across the lower half of her face, glistening beautifully in the light.

she’s moaning too, quieter and less desperate of course, but moaning all the same when she feels the way you flutter around her as though she could actually get off from this. your pleasure had always been jackie’s, too.

“good?” she rasps.

“mhm,” you lift your head from the wall behind you, watching in awe as jackie puts her tongue back to where you want it. you don’t even know what it is about jackie’s mouth but she could probably make you cum from nothing but gentle kisses if she tried, always knowing exactly where to move to coax the most pleasure from your body.

her hair curls up between your fingers when she starts sucking on your clit gently, drawing a contented hum from her mouth.

the words jackie is saying morph into muffled babbles against your cunt, her voice white noise to the pleasure that sets your nerve endings alight as she sucks, her eyes rolling back in their sockets at the taste of you.

“jackie” you gasp, your hips pushing further into her face. an unreleased tension starts building in your abdomen, making your whole body tremble wildly.

“are you close love?” jackie asks, her fingers thrusting into you at a faster pace. “it’s okay,” she sits back on her heels to look at you, her hand making up for the momentary loss of her mouth. “i got you. just let go”

your free hand reaches for hers, fingers lacing together so that she can give you one long squeeze. jackie’s mouth starts sucking your clit harsher, pushing into you deeper, making your walls clench around her fingers. the sensation is so much. it’s not nearly enough. it’s perfect, sending you over the edge in mere seconds.

with a strangled cry of jackie’s name, you cum against the feeling of her mouth on your clit and her fingers buried deep inside you. her voice feels distant as pleasure rushes through your veins.

“that’s it” jackie praises, holding you through your orgasm. “oh my god, that’s it. fuck, you’re so beautiful” she talks you through the entire height, her voice cracking whilst she watches you fall apart and come undone. she continues her licking and sucking too, until you comfortably move her head away, spent and on the verge of overstimulation.

with a wet pop, she releases your throbbing clit and presses a last kiss to your knee before rising to her feet. you’re still perched on the counter, catching your breath, warmth buzzing under your skin.

jackie reaches for the edges of your nightgown next, making quick work of pulling the fabric back together, tying it loosely at your waist. you watch her fuss over it with amusement, as if she hadn’t just spent the last several minutes undoing it in the first place. “very modest of you”

“someone’s gotta keep you decent,” she quips, a teasing smile on her lips as she slots herself back between your legs, hands settling at your waist. the kiss that follows is slow and sweet, her mouth still carrying the taste of you. jackie lingers until the soft scent of something cooking reminds you of the world beyond her touch.

your gaze flickers past her to the stove, where the eggs still sit, long forgotten. “so...you still want breakfast?”

jackie glances over her shoulder at the abandoned pan, then back at you, considering. “i mean, we did work up an appetite, huh?”

you roll your eyes, swatting at her arm playfully before slipping down from the counter. she doesn’t let you go far, her hands finding your waist again as she stands behind you, holding you close while you move around the kitchen.

Genderbend!Yellowjackets x leitor

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: mention of blood, language, murder, alcohol and drugs and suggestive themes.

Based on the Paramount TV Series: YellowJackets

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Episodes:

000-The Pit Boy

001- Nostalgia

002- Just Another Trip

003- High and Dry

extra:

Before The Storm (part 1)

Before The Storm (part 2)

「Un」 Fair Series ⸺ Masterlist ִֶָ

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│ │ │ Do you like plants?

│ │ ✦            Crᥱᥲtᥱd:                ❨O2 • O1 • 25❩

│ ✧ ❛ Lᥲst Uρdᥲtᥱ: ❨11 • O2 • 25❩

✦ Only if they are like you.

⟡⁺₊ ⸻ ❝🌿 :: 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ; 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 ! 🗧

©🪻| Welcome! Before we continue, if you're new here or haven't read my work before, here's a list of tags you should check out before diving in. That’s all for now—hope you enjoy my story as much as I’ve enjoyed writing it! ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ♥.

⟡⁺₊ ⸻ ❝🌿 :: 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒 ; ⸢𝐔𝐧⸥ 𝐅𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 🗧

General Tags ⦂ Yandere Platonic Batfam ; Fem reader ; Meta reader ; Platonic ; Neglenced reader ; Batfam x Reader ; Yandere Platonic ; Yandere core ; Delulu Things ; Use of Y/N ; Dark Thougs ; Yandere Platonic Batman ; Yandere Platonic Bruce Wayne ; Yandere Platonic Alfred Pennyworth ; Yandere Platonic Nigthwing ; Yandere Platonic Dick Grayson ; Yandere Platonic Red Hood ; Yandere Platonic Jason Todd ; Yandere Platonic Batman Beyond ; Yandere Platonic Terry McGinnis ; Yandere Platonic Red Robin ; Yandere Platonic Tim Drake ; Yandere Platonic Spoiler ; Yandere Platonic Stephanie Brown ; Yandere Platonic Orphan ; Yandere Platonic Cassandra Cain ; Yandere Platonic Robin ; Yandere Plantonic Damian Wayne ; Yandere Platonic Oracle ; Yandere Platonic Barbara Gordon ; Yandere Platonic Signal ; Yandere Platonic Duke Thomas ; Yandere Platonic Ra's Al Ghul ; Yandere Platonic Talia Al Ghul ; OC.

Warning Tags ⦂ S.A Mentioned ; Child Abusse ; Corporal Horror ; Gore ; Violence ; MDNI ; Death ; Death of a Character ; Angst ; Dark Content ; Altered Reality Percepcion ; Torture Mentioned ; Kidnapping ; Suicide Attemp ; Bullying ; School Bullying ; Mention of sexual harassment.

⟡⁺₊ ⸻ ❝🌿 :: 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 ; 𝐄𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 ! 🗧

ⅰ. 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞: 𝖴𝗌𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖢𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖽. ⸺ In your attempt to help your mom, everything goes as wrong as it possibly can.

ⅱ. 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈, 𝐏𝐭 𝐎𝟏: 𝖫𝗈𝗇𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖦𝗂𝗋𝗅. ⸺ Your life couldn't be worse than before. It was supposed to get better now, right? Right?

ⅲ. 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈, 𝐏𝐭 𝐎𝟐: 𝖬𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖣𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗅. ⸺ It’s my party, and I’ll cry if I want to…

ⅳ. 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈, 𝐏𝐭. 𝐎𝟑: 𝖡𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖯𝗂𝗅𝖾. ⸺ All things begin in fire, and end in fire.

ⅴ. 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐈: 𝖦𝗋𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖣𝖺𝗋𝗄. ⸺ Once upon a time, there was a lovely porcelain doll who preferred to be seen, not touched…

⟡⁺₊ ⸻ ❝🌿 :: 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐒 ; 𝐃𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐭𝐬, 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞 ! 🗧

⩩ O1 ⸺ ❛❛ How old is Reader and the Batfam? ❜❜

⩩ O2 ⸺ ❛❛ Why does the Batfam neglect Reader so much? ❜❜

⩩ O3 ⸺ ❛❛ Will Reader become a villain? ❜❜

⩩ O4 ⸺ ❛❛ Will Ivy come back into Reader’s life? Yandere Ivy? ❜❜

⩩ O5 ⸺ ❛❛ Who is Reader’s love interest? ❜❜

⩩ O6 ⸺ ❛❛ Will the Superfam show up at some point in the story? ❜❜

⩩ O7 ⸺ ❛❛ Could Reader control mushrooms/fungi? ❜❜

⩩ O8 ⸺ ❛❛ What is Reader’s gender? ❜❜

⩩ O9 ⸺ ❛❛ Will Reader get a happy ending? ❜❜

⩩ 1O ⸺ ❛❛ Why does Tim hold a grudge against Reader? ❜❜

⩩ 11 ⸺ ❛❛ What is Terry like in this AU? ❜❜

⩩ 12 ⸺ ❛❛ How old is Reader during the story? ❜❜

⩩ 13 ⸺ ❛❛ Does Reader block she's memories? ❜❜

⩩ 14 ⸺ ❛❛ Will Reader have friends who feel like family? ❜❜

⩩ 15 ⸺ ❛❛ Is Reader aware of how terrible Ivy is? ❜❜

⩩ 16 ⸺ ❛❛ Was Damian really comforting Reader? ❜❜

⩩ 17 ⸺ ❛❛ How does the Batfam find out how bad things were for Reader? ❜❜

⩩ 18 ⸺ ❛❛ Could Reader survive living only with plants? ❜❜

⩩ 19 ⸺ ❛❛ Why does Reader act the way she's do? ❜❜

⩩ 2O ⸺ ❛❛ Yandere Alfred. ❜❜

⩩ 21 ⸺ ❛❛ What was Reader planning to do with the pesticide? ❜❜

⩩ 22 ⸺ ❛❛ Did Alfred sabotage Reader’s birthday party? ❜❜

⩩ 23 ⸺ ❛❛ Why don’t the mansion’s plants like Reader? ❜❜

⩩ 24 ⸺ ❛❛ Yandere Alfred #2 ❜❜

⩩ 25 ⸺ ❛❛ How much do the others know about Reader? ❜❜

⩩ 26 ⸺ ❛❛ How would Jon react if Reader took their own life? ❜❜

⩩ 27 ⸺ ❛❛ Does Jon know how bad Reader’s situation really is? ❜❜

⩩ 28 ⸺ ❛❛ What was going through Bruce’s mind when he saw Reader through the window? ❜❜

⩩ 29 ⸺ ❛❛ Does Damian feel bad for setting Doodle on fire? ❜❜

⩩ 3O ⸺ ❛❛ What does Reader think about eating vegetables, compost, etc.? ❜❜

⩩ 31 ⸺ ❛❛ Has Reader ever tried to have pets? ❜❜

⩩ 32 ⸺ ❛❛ Were all of Reader’s “siblings” plants? ❜❜

⩩ 33 ⸺ ❛❛ Has the Batfam ever seen Reader argue with plants? ❜❜

⩩ 34 ⸺ ❛❛ How does Reader deal with their problems? ❜❜

⩩ 35 ⸺ ❛❛ How does Reader feel about aquatic things? ❜❜

⩩ 36 ⸺ ❛❛ Yandere Flora? ❜❜

⩩ 37 ⸺ ❛❛ Gossiping Plant. ❜❜

⩩ 38 ⸺ ❛❛ Reader’s favorite Pokémon. ❜❜

⩩ 39 ⸺ ❛❛ Is Tim coming back? ❜❜

⩩ 4O ⸺ ❛❛ Can Reader see when their eye falls out? ❜❜

⩩ 41 ⸺ ❛❛ Can Reader survive only through photosynthesis? ❜❜

⩩ 42 ⸺ ❛❛ Batfam’s thoughts on bullies. ❜❜

⩩ 43 ⸺ ❛❛ Does Ivy know Batman’s identity? ❜❜

⩩ 44 ⸺ ❛❛ Is Reader resentful toward the mansion’s plants? ❜❜

⩩ 45 ⸺ ❛❛ Who in the Batfam would have the easiest time fixing their relationship with Reader? ❜❜

⩩ 46 ⸺ ❛❛ How did Reader cope with the outside world? ❜❜

⩩ 47 ⸺ ❛❛ Reader’s favorite Disney princess? ❜❜

⩩ 48 ⸺ ❛❛ When did the Batfam Yandere side start showing? ❜❜

⩩ 49 ⸺ ❛❛ Does Reader have a secret transformation? ❜❜

⩩ 5O ⸺ ❛❛ Did Ivy prostitute Reader? ❜❜

⩩ 51 ⸺ ❛❛ Did Reader try to have an ant farm? ❜❜

⩩ 52 ⸺ ❛❛ Does Jon know about the "accident"? ❜❜

⩩ 53 ⸺ ❛❛ Did it hurt Alfred to watch your videos? ❜❜

⩩54 ⸺ ❛❛ Did Jon keep thinking about Reader? ❜❜

⩩55 ⸺ ❛❛ What does Duke think of Reader? ❜❜

⟡⁺₊ ⸻ ❝🌿 :: 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 ! 🗧

⩩ O1 ⸺ ❛❛ Where is Reader? ❜❜

⩩ O2 ⸺ ❛❛ Where is Reader? #2 ❜❜

⩩ O3 ⸺ ❛❛ Reader in Metropolis. ❜❜

⩩ O4 ⸺ ❛❛ Stay away from me, I won't call you daddy. ❜❜

⩩ O5 ⸺ ❛❛ I won't call you daddy #2 ❜❜

⩩ O6 ⸺ ❛❛ Steroid-fed plant fertilizer ❜❜

⟡⁺₊ ⸻ ❝🌿 :: 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐒 ; ❛ 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐟… ❜ ! 🗧

⩩ O1 ⸺ ❛❛ ... Reader became like Red Hood? ❜❜

⩩ O2 ⸺ ❛❛ ... She leaves and all the plants just wither? ❜❜

⩩ O3 ⸺ ❛❛ ... Reader ever does end up in Metropolis as a homeless child? ❜❜

⩩ O4 ⸺ ❛❛ ... Reader gets adopted by Wonder Woman? ❜❜

⩩ O5 ⸺ ❛❛ ... When Reader was about to end it instead of Damian, Bruce is the one who saw her? ❜❜

⩩ O6 ⸺ ❛❛ ... Talia was a yandere per reader from the beginning? ❜❜

⩩ O7 ⸺ ❛❛ …Would Ivy have stayed with Reader? ❜❜

⩩ O8 ⸺ ❛❛ ...Reader hadn’t gone on the mission? ❜❜

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General Tags ⦂ Yandere ; Yandere Romantic ; Yandere Jon Kent ; Yandere Clark Kent ; Yandere Lois Lane ; Yandere Conner Kent ; Yandere Kara Danvers.

Warning Tags ⦂ Yandere Theme ; Yandere ; Use of Y/N ; Fem Reader ; Stalking ; Violence ; Angst ; NSFW ; MDNI.

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can i be 🦦 anon? also i have a request. transmasc jock!jack(ie) or transmasc jock! shaun(a) x cheerleader!fem where r teases them as she does cheer practice since their practice is at the same time

tmasc!jock!jack w/ fem!cheerleader reader thoughts

a/n: of course, welcome 🦦 anon! i wasn’t sure if you wanted both or either or but i figured on writing more thoughts on tmasc!jack(ie) since there isn’t much of him :) (sfw / a bit suggestive)

jack who’s on the football team at wiskayok. he’s honestly scared to join because he was barely transitioning - but shaun follows, along with van and nat as they join in support and are the top players on the team and he finds comfort in that. 

now, this guy cannot keep it hidden when he has a crush. maybe he’s been doting on you since sophomore year ever since you joined the cheer squad (maybe did or did not join fb because of you). the kind that day dreams whenever you’re not looking but snaps back into reality to not be seen as a creep. 

you catch him though, and it just furthers your interest. 

him thinking that you don’t actually know that he likes you but you do!

maybe the two of you aren’t close, yet, but that doesn’t stop you from making attempts to talk to him - with it just being casual talk. you’re smiling, probably asking about football and what he thought about that math quiz you both took but he’s just standing there making goo-goo eyes with you. 

admiring how your hair is tied up with a bow for cheer or how your eyes are so pretty or just the way the corners of your lips curve upwards. it’d be the littlest thing that gets him stuttering at first before he has to remind himself to stop acting like an idiot in front of you. 

when jack is on the field, he’s putting his all into every game, practice, or scrimmage - doesn’t matter which or how small it may seem. he’s a determined player who likes giving moral support to have everyone be on their a-game. BUT, ever since the gym got flooded with a bursted pipe - your squad had to start practicing outside on the field. and was he a mess. 

all of that focus was gone the moment the cheerleaders began warming up on the sidelines, and you made sure to position yourself directly in jack’s line of sight. stretching just a bit provocatively but with the full intention of grabbing jack’s attention - bending down to touch your toes which causes your uniform skirt to rise up and show your spandex shorts underneath. which you accomplished as he would trample over his feet or his catches for the ball would falter. 

“what the fuck jack?” nat would call out whenever jack would miss the ball for like the fifth time, almost hitting his face. 

walking up to him during breaks and you’re standing in front of him smirking whilst twirling a strand of your hair around your finger. “liked the show, taylor?” voice dripping with teasing sweetness. 

jack fumbled with his water bottle, “what, no- wait, i mean-” he stammered as he cleared his throat but you just giggled. “awh c’mon. our practice wasn’t that bad.” knowing full well you weren’t talking about the whole performance, but rather yourself.

oh but before games. you always make sure to catch up to him first before he gets on the field. wishing him luck and even winking at him that gets him blushing for the rest of the game. but when you wear his number for spirit days? he is over the moon.