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elosie. percy jackson’s twin. jason todd’s princess. hufflepuff. cabin 14. girl freak. DC fangirl. too tired to piss, too full of piss to sleep. can’t help but become the sun.
guidelines to read before going into the theater !!
hiya! here’s the movie selection this evening, have fun! ᛝ
my muses !!
requests are open and very much appreciated !!
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𝜗𝜚 warnings : mentions of injury, reader is queasy and has a fear of blood, she/her pronouns are used, gagging
𝜗𝜚 pairing : (Tim Drake x fem!reader)
Tim felt his lungs burn as he climbed up his fifth— or 14th? who knows.. all he focused on was his destination. He felt a warmth as he peered into a window and saw you— on your bed studying with the tip of your tongue peeking out of the corner of your lips. He felt his heart flutter before he was reminded of his current state and his own legs failing him as his body crashed into the window with a soft thud and a groan escaping his lips.
“Tim? Jeez— get inside, it’s freezing out there!” You insisted, pulling your window up before your eyes landed on his stomach. “Oh..” “It’s okay— it barely even hur-“ Tim cut himself off as he groaned softly and he gripped his abdomen. “Okay.. C’mon.” You urged him as you tugged Tim to the chair that sat besides your desk.
“Oh gosh, Tim.” You said, trailing off before you swallowed. “Babe, please don’t cry—“ “It’s not that— I’m just,” You covered your mouth before your throat bobbed. “Oh shi— I completely forgot.” He mumbled, almost instantly remembering the time you passed out during a rewatch of Friday the 13th, as he looked up at you. “You don’t have to do this, babe.. I can go to the bat cave or..” You shook your head before finally ripping your eyes away from the ground and you looked at him. “No, I can do this..”
You got up, trudging over to the bathroom where Tim could hear clattering of items and the occasional cursing before you came back with a determined yet soured look on your face.
“Okay, oh gosh— that’s a lot of blood.” You said, hands shaking as you lifted his shirt as he ground his teeth at the wave of cold air. “I can do this.. C’mon.” As soon as a wet squelch sound was made you were holding back your gags as you cleaned him up.
Much, much, later Tim sat on your bed. Now freshly bandaged and changed into a comfy sweater and shorts laid besides you. “Baby, you did so good.. even if you almost spilled your guts on my suit.” You swatted his chest and lifted your head. “Excuse you, I stitched your wound without looking away once!” You countered. “Okay, but you were paler than me, and I was the one stabbed.” He mused, a glint in his eyes as he snickered at your puffed out cheeks. “Shut up, you love me..” “That I do.” He hummed, leaning over and kissing your forehead.
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OH MY GOSH!!!! thank you sweeties for 100 likes wahhhhhhhh 😭😭😭
❀˖° DARLING. hammond!reader ❀˖°
(stranger things has had me in a chokehold!!!!!! this is how i cope with the ending 💔💔)
hammond!reader. who grew up practically worshipping her dad and wanting to be exactly like him (almost shaved her head when she was 4.)
hammond!reader. who 1000% grew up a tomboy, while every girl wore skirts and pretty tops, she wore overalls and carried amphibians in her pockets.
hammond!reader. who worked at her dad’s restaurant for years!!! just think of any spot and she’s most likely has done it.
hammond!reader. who was spoiled rotten !!!! all she had to do was flutter her lashes and she would get what she wanted in her lap with an “annoyed” groan from her dad (he lived for her giddy squeals.)
hammond!reader. who grew out of her tomboy phase BUT not out of being a daddy’s girl.
hammond!reader. where her dad was quiet and collected, she is loud, quick witted, and speaks her mind.
hammond!reader. who sits in empty classrooms while listening to music her dad recommends. (she’s besties with Jonathan Byers!!! 🤭)
hammond!reader. who’s HATED Tommy Hagan since grade school and by association dislikes Steve Harrington (despite never speaking to him.)
hammond!reader. who has a bad feeling suddenly, then soon enough, her dad mysteriously dies and will’s disappears out of nowhere.
hammond!reader. who offers to fight Tommy and his entourage while Jonathan looks at her with wide but tired eyes and shakes his head vigorously. (he knows she could win but doesn’t want to risk it.)
hammond!reader. who gets taken in by Hopper after all the mess that has happened to her in the span of weeks.
( best paired with Steve Harrington !!)
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𝜗𝜚 warnings : mentions of injury, reader is queasy and has a fear of blood, she/her pronouns are used, gagging
𝜗𝜚 pairing : (Tim Drake x fem!reader)
Tim felt his lungs burn as he climbed up his fifth— or 14th? who knows.. all he focused on was his destination. He felt a warmth as he peered into a window and saw you— on your bed studying with the tip of your tongue peeking out of the corner of your lips. He felt his heart flutter before he was reminded of his current state and his own legs failing him as his body crashed into the window with a soft thud and a groan escaping his lips.
“Tim? Jeez— get inside, it’s freezing out there!” You insisted, pulling your window up before your eyes landed on his stomach. “Oh..” “It’s okay— it barely even hur-“ Tim cut himself off as he groaned softly and he gripped his abdomen. “Okay.. C’mon.” You urged him as you tugged Tim to the chair that sat besides your desk.
“Oh gosh, Tim.” You said, trailing off before you swallowed. “Babe, please don’t cry—“ “It’s not that— I’m just,” You covered your mouth before your throat bobbed. “Oh shi— I completely forgot.” He mumbled, almost instantly remembering the time you passed out during a rewatch of Friday the 13th, as he looked up at you. “You don’t have to do this, babe.. I can go to the bat cave or..” You shook your head before finally ripping your eyes away from the ground and you looked at him. “No, I can do this..”
You got up, trudging over to the bathroom where Tim could hear clattering of items and the occasional cursing before you came back with a determined yet soured look on your face.
“Okay, oh gosh— that’s a lot of blood.” You said, hands shaking as you lifted his shirt as he ground his teeth at the wave of cold air. “I can do this.. C’mon.” As soon as a wet squelch sound was made you were holding back your gags as you cleaned him up.
Much, much, later Tim sat on your bed. Now freshly bandaged and changed into a comfy sweater and shorts laid besides you. “Baby, you did so good.. even if you almost spilled your guts on my suit.” You swatted his chest and lifted your head. “Excuse you, I stitched your wound without looking away once!” You countered. “Okay, but you were paler than me, and I was the one stabbed.” He mused, a glint in his eyes as he snickered at your puffed out cheeks. “Shut up, you love me..” “That I do.” He hummed, leaning over and kissing your forehead.
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pairing: steve harrington x byers!reader summary: you kick the shit out of steve harrington for messing with your brother -- from that moment on, he's sickeningly infatuated with you. themes & warnings: byers! twin reader, intro takes place around the time that jonathan beats steve up but instead of jonathan its reader!!, switches time periods after intro, slow burn, not accurate to plot necessarily, reader is kind of mean, lovesick steve, descriptions of violence, enemies to ALMOST lovers
Do not blame me for who I am. The doctor prescribed me 20 mL of #elosie yaps .𖥔 ݁ ˖ twice a day.
well yes!!!
I know it makes me ghoulish, but, you know, we all have our faults.
PEACEMAKER 2.03 | 2.04
BATFAMILY X SAKURA HARUNO!READER
❀Summary: when the late bloomer finally bloomed
info: the reader is batsis, twin to Damian Wayne. Yes you can see her as sakura or yourself with her features. But reader definitely has her monstrous strength.
Genre: short story
Word count: 733
Knocked to her back, Y/n let out a pained groan, frustration mingling with the sting of impact as her twin brother, Damian, glared down at her with narrowed green eyes.
From the moment they were born, it was clear they were different—more like two sides of a coin than true equals. Y/n had always been the quiet, soft-spoken twin, her features delicate and her demeanor gentle.
In contrast, Damian exuded an air of confidence and strength that made her feel like a wilting flower, perpetually trapped in the shadows of his might.
The siblings had relocated to Gotham, fleeing the dispassionate world of the League of Assassins, hoping for a fresh start.
For Y/n, it was a chance to redefine her identity, but Damian’s disdain for their new surroundings only deepened the chasm between them. As she lay on the cool floor of the training center, bruised knees stinging, she couldn’t shake the feeling of inadequacy.
Dick Grayson, their brother, intervened, pulling Damian away. “Give her a break,” he said, casting a wary glance back at Y/n, who narrowed her eyes resolutely, fists clenched tightly
Her long hair cascaded over her shoulders like a defeated curtain, and as she replayed the harsh words of the elders in her mind—“Weak. Imbecile. Just a pest”—a flicker of fire ignited in her chest.
She refused to remain the "Miss. Weakling" any longer. Today was different; today, she would step into the training room and show her brother what she was truly capable of.
As the sun rose the next day, Y/n gazed into the mirror, scrutinizing her reflection. With determination hardening her gaze, she told herself that this would be the day she refused to be a mere shadow of Damian.
She donned her training outfit: a simple yet striking ensemble of a white crop top adorned with pink sakura petals and a green, safe-stitch design, paired with comfortable basketball shorts that allowed for movement.
Stepping into the training area, an unexpected sense of power surged through her, filling her with newfound courage.
Facing her brother, standing confidently as he always did, Y/n adopted her stance. She charged at him with unexpected speed, but Damian's agility was unmatched; he swiftly sidestepped her grasp and retaliated with a sharp elbow to her side.
She grunted, feeling the impact reverberate through her ribs, but she leaned into the pain, refusing to back down.
He followed up with a roundhouse kick that caught her off guard, sending her tumbling to the ground, a red mark blooming on her cheek like a cruel reminder of her own limitations.
Just then, Damian seized her hair with a harsh tug, eliciting a yelp of frustration as she gritted her teeth.
Rummaging through her pouch, she unsheathed her kunai, her heart racing as she tried to summon her resolve. “If you think you can use that against me, it’s not worth it, sister,” he taunted, a smirk playing on his lips.
Y/n’s fury ignited within her, and with a determined glint in her eyes, she shot back, “It's not for you.”
In a bold, impulsive move, she flipped the kunai effortlessly in her hand and, with a quick motion, cut her hair into a jagged bob.
As the strands fell effortlessly to the floor, it felt surreal, like a symbolic shedding of her old self. Moments passed in shocking silence, both siblings momentarily taken aback.
Damian’s wide eyes reflected astonishment, while Y/n wore a smug smile, savoring the transformation.
Seizing the opportunity, Y/n lunged forward, catching him off guard with a punch to his gut. The wind whooshed out of him, and he stumbled back, crashing against the training equipment.
Panting heavily, he struggled to rise again, fists clenched tightly as he fought to regain his footing. Y/n, still bewildered by her sudden outburst of courage, hesitated.
“Oh... oh my god! I'm sorry, Damian! I didn’t mean to—”
“Enough, Y/n. You talk too much,” he interrupted with a dismissive click of his tongue, brushing himself off as if her blow meant nothing at all.
But as he turned to walk away, she caught a glimpse of something—an imperceptible smile, a flicker of pride that told her he was, against all odds, impressed.
For the first time, she felt like she had stepped out of his shadow, and perhaps, just perhaps, she was finally beginning to embrace who she was meant to become.
part one | part two
summary: a year after losing you, johnny storm is on a mission to find you again - even though he isn't totally sure where you are, or if you even want to be saved. spoiler alert: it actually works this time. (20k)
pairing: johnny storm / f!reader
contents: strangers to lovers, enemies to lovers, fluff, angst (hurt/comfort), grumpy x sunshine (grump!reader), johnny still can't flirt to save his life, cw for probable typos, swearing, mentions of child birth, mentions of blood and gore, smut 18+, mdni!!!
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★。＼｜／。★
you are all i long for, all i worship and adore. . .
★。／｜＼。★
Johnny Storm’s plan to get you back can be, so far, succinctly summarized in five words: Strategies for a Parallel Universe. It’s a collection of dreams more than anything, but still fueled by the very real possibility that there are uncountable deviating realities in an ever-expanding universe. He figures there are probably at least a billion different worlds where he knows you, and likely half of those where he gets to spend a life with you.
A life where the Excelsior never crashed, where he never got his powers, where the Saturn Five never became the Fantastic Four, and where his life with you is painfully normal but still incomprehensibly beautiful all the same.
He spends an entire year mourning you, comforted only by that thought alone. You are still out there somewhere — not because he’s still in the denial stage of his grief, but because that’s what science tells him. He might not be able to reach you, and there might not be another version of him that gets to love another version of you, but you’re still there. Somewhere where the stars are glowing, and the colors are brighter, and the sky is shades of green instead of blue.
There’s a place out there, in the untouched infinite, where you’re happier. Where you never got hurt. And that’s the only thing keeping Johnny stitched together these days.
He stands in front of his floor-to-ceiling bedroom window while a gold-plated vinyl spins on the record player just behind him. H.E.R.B.I.E.’s been programmed to deliver any and all space transmissions directly to him, and Johnny listens to every single one — over a hundred tapes containing nothing but perpetual static, a few strange pops, and maybe a distorted gurgle if he’s real lucky. He always hopes, not-so-distantly, that at least one of them will hold the sound of your voice inside it.
Static fills the room while an orange sun sets over New York City, turning the newly remodeled Excelsior into glittering shades of gold, which always has a way of taunting him with its unwavering presence. Johnny prepares himself for an inevitable nothingness until, for the very first time, words begin to crackle through the never-ending white noise.
Johnny twists like a sunflower at the gutwrenchingly familiar sound of your voice.
“Mark for— Consumed— The Devourer— Your time is—”
𝜗𝜚 pairing (jason todd X fem!reader)
𝜗𝜚 warning : angst!!!! she/her pronouns are used!
She stepped into her room, shedding her work clothes and changed into something more casual before flopping onto her own bed. Despite the comfort of her own space, she couldn’t help but become stuck in her own emotional turmoil.
The past few days— months even, she had been seeing her partner, Jason, she loved him with her whole heart, and yet it felt like she did most of the heavy lifting in the relationship. There were moments it felt like she was talking to a brick wall sometimes, he wouldn’t even speaking at all— wasn’t he going to regret it..?
She wracked her brain at the possible outcomes, maybe he didn’t like her at all and saw her as only a friend, all she knew was that the spark they had was slowly fizzling and soon to go out.
She had hoped maybe, just maybe, their relationship might gain its spark back and it would be just like the beginning again. There also was a part of her that thought that it would be better if he just called her up and told her that he’s breaking off their relationship, she didn’t want to repeat the cycle once again.
She sat there looking up at her ceiling, —maybe it’s that I hate you..? Yea, that’s it. She looked down, she can’t love— she’s practically tried everything; she’s tried to think it out, she’s tried to rub skin and hug, she’s tried to lock lips, but nothing works.
She couldn’t help but wonder, how can she love again? If this isn’t working out, how can she know that she can keep another relationship going.
She laughed bitterly at the thought and she wrapped her hands around her shoulders before she could begin the self-pity, she felt her phone buzz against her side. She shot up and picked up her device and she had immediately noticied the name, Jason, she took a breath as she tried to remain calm and put on a mask.
His voice crackled through the phone “Hey..” His voice was tired sounding, you had assumed he was drunk or perhaps just sleep deprived, typical. “Hi..” “Where are you-?” He interjected, you could practically hear the furrowed brows in his voice. “Where are you?” She asked in return, he sighed as he dragged his hand through his hair. “I’m in a taxi right now,” He answered lazily, as he leaned his head back. She nodded as she looked at her phone, “I’m at home.. Are you almost back?” She swallowed, anticipating his answer as she absentmindedly picked at her top. “I’m sorry.” She blinked at his answer, he wasn’t one to apologize out of the blue like that. “..For what?” “Just.. everything.” He said, looking down as his grip tightened subconsciously around his phone but not in harsh way. She glanced down as she continued to fiddle with her top. “Well.. Can you just come home?” He let out a breath, nodding his head as he looked outside. “Yeah, I left my wallet there anyways.”
“Oh hey—“ “Hey, by the way—“ The two of you paused, you could hear Jason mentally curse in his head before he spoke again. “Nevermind..” She shook her head, chuckling nervously as she sat there. “No- what was it that you wanted to say?” He persisted, she nodded before she inhaled and spoke her mind. “I just— I don’t think we’re in love, Jason.” The other line paused, before you heard his voice again. “Oh..” She sighed, as she looked over at her phone, you knew you were doing the right thing, but why does your chest feel like it’s going to split into two?
“I’m sorry, Jay..” He shook his head, swallowing the lump in his throat as he glanced at the phone. “No, if that’s how you feel.. That’s fine by me.” Jason looked down before he fished into his pocket and he pulled out a velvet box.
“Definitely, fine with me.”
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(HIIII im currently working on the jay and singer!reader. but here’s something to feed yall while you’re waiting!!)
𝜗𝜚 pairing (jason todd X fem!reader)
𝜗𝜚 warning : angst!!!! she/her pronouns are used!
She stepped into her room, shedding her work clothes and changed into something more casual before flopping onto her bed. Despite the comfort of her own space, she couldn’t help but become stuck in her own emotional turmoil.
The past few days— months even, she had been seeing her partner, Jason, she loved him with her whole heart, and yet it felt like she did most of the heavy lifting in the relationship. There were moments it felt like she was talking to a brick wall sometimes, he wouldn’t even speaking at all— wasn’t he going to regret it..?
She wracked her brain at the possible outcomes, maybe he didn’t like her at all and saw her as only a friend, all she knew was that the spark they had was slowly fizzling and soon to go out.
She had hoped maybe, just maybe, their relationship might gain its spark back and it would be just like the beginning again. There also was a part of her that thought that it would be better if he just called her up and told her that he’s breaking off their relationship, she didn’t want to repeat the cycle once again.
She sat there looking up at her ceiling, —maybe it’s that I hate you..? Yea, that’s it. She looked down, she can’t love— she’s practically tried everything; she’s tried to think it out, she’s tried to rub skin and hug, she’s tried to lock lips, but nothing works.
She couldn’t help but wonder, how can she love again? If this isn’t working out, how can she know that she can keep another relationship going.
She laughed bitterly at the thought and she wrapped her hands around her shoulders before she could begin the self-pity, she felt her phone buzz against her side. She shot up and picked up her device and she had immediately noticied the name, Jason, she took a breath as she tried to remain calm and put on a mask.
His voice crackled through the phone “Hey..” His voice was tired sounding, you had assumed he was drunk or perhaps just sleep deprived, typical. “Hi..” “Where are you-?” He interjected, you could practically hear the furrowed brows in his voice. “Where are you?” You asked in return, he sighed as he dragged his hand through his hair. “I’m in a taxi right now,” He answered lazily, as he leaned his head back. You nodded, looking at your phone. “I’m at home.. Are you almost back?” You swallowed, anticipating his answer as you beg absentmindedly picked at her top. “I’m sorry.” You blinked at his answer, he wasn’t one to apologize out of the blue like that. “..For what?” “Just.. everything.” He said, looking down as his grip tightened subconsciously around his phone but not in harsh way. You glanced down as you continued to fidget with your top. “Well.. Can you just come home?” He let out a breath, nodding his head as he looked outside. “Yeah, I left my wallet there anyways.”
“Oh hey—“ “Hey, by the way—“ The two of you paused, you could hear Jason mentally curse in his head before he spoke again. “Nevermind..” You shook your head, chuckling nervously at the hiccup in the conversation. “No- what was it that you wanted to say?” He persisted, you nodded before inhaling slowly and letting the words spill out of your mouth. “I just— I don’t think we’re in love, Jason.” The other line paused, before you heard his voice again. “Oh..” You sighed, as you looked over at the phone, you knew you were doing the right thing, but why does your chest feel like it’s going to split into two?
“I’m sorry, Jay..” He shook his head, swallowing the lump in his throat as he glanced at the phone. “No, if that’s how you feel.. That’s fine by me.” Jason looked down before he fished into his pocket and he pulled out a velvet box.
“Definitely, fine with me.”
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(HIIII im currently working on the jay and singer!reader. but here’s something to feed yall while you’re waiting!!)
4ever’s group therapy
Y/N : The lead vocalist and keyboardist for 4ever, who’s born and raised in Gotham City. She writes most of the lyrics for the group, has atleast 20 notebooks that she’s gone through. She’s had a passion for music since forever and intends to continue with her career. When Babs told them about their tour spots— she couldn’t help but notice a certain raven-haired guy.
Zatanna Zatara : Childhood friend of Y/N, who’s been there through every EVERYTHING. When Y/N spoke on dreams of being in a band, Zatanna immediately supported the idea and she picked up the bass. She post the most on the 4ever account out of the girls which consists of photo dumps of them brainstorming songs and late night gas station runs.
Donna Troy : Met the other girls through a form they had looking for a keyboardist. The most well dressed and neat member of 4ever, she tends to pick outfits out for tours. She has the AUX in the dressing room when the girls are getting ready for a show and wouldn’t have it any other way. She won’t hesitate to knock someone out if they look at her or her friends weirdly.
Barbara Gordon : The manager for 4ever, she keeps the girls in check and won’t stand for funny business. So, believe me when she STRESSES anytime they go clubbing or on a spontaneous shopping trip knowing damn well their gig is in 2 hours. She’s one of the main people who book the gigs and she’s also the second person who runs the 4ever official account (she tends to check on Zatanna’s post and makes she didn’t leak anything).
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A/N : hey yall… it’s been a while!!!! i meant for this to be out a long time ago butttt summer break and writers block hit HARDDDD
