Snowdropblossom - Writers Curiosities

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Do u think the young justice girls would have girl nights? Artemis seems like to type to keep it to themselves

At first, they don't. All of the Young Justice girls are a little more subtle and private, Artemis especially....they don't even know she is a yandere (which caused a few misunderstandings and awkward moments) until, one night, they find Artemis panicking and searching the city madly for her escaped darling, the girls stepping in to help her.

After "recusing" darling, there's a deeper bond between them and only them girl's nights become a tradition for them.

(also imagine being a darling and FINALLY escaping your crazy superhero yandere...only for a team of them to show up and help capture you again lmao the darlings are so unlucky)

💙 Artemis is learning how to be a better lover to her Sunfire. The others are more experienced yanderes but she's far darker, an expert at stalking, sabotage, and so much more. After your little escape attempt, you're on lockdown, watched by cameras and surrounded by booby traps. They laugh about her coming home to find you tangled in a net, Artemis dragging you home time and time again.

"I turn my back for a minuet and catch her picking locks and climbing out windows! My darling is so silly."

💙 M'gann has all kind of telepathic tricks for soothing her Moon and stars. Manipulating memories or deleting them entirely, calming an upset darling, confusing them in order to gain the upper hand. She even knows how to make a darling a little sweeter and a little more loving, something that's worked wonders with you! She's more then happy to help her friends out, if a darling needs...correcting.

"A tweak here or there, and it's all better!"

💙 Mist just adores her Dream and, in general, is such a gentle yandere. So much so that you don't even know that your sweet girlfriend and the stalker you've been so scared of are one in the same. At their encouragement, she's used the "stalker" to draw you closer and keep you there, her obsession masked as the sweetest love. They love helping her come up with new plot lines, writing an entire horror-romance novel with the two of you as the main characters.

"Sometimes I feel a little bad but it's all for the best, isn't it? We're happy and in love and that's all that ever matters!"

💙 Stephanie can be a little overprotective of her Sweetheart. Cameras all over the apartment, a thousand locks, passwords on everything. And can anyone blames her? You're a tricky little darling, something she and Artemis bond over. But you're slowly becoming everything she knew you could be, dreaming of the day you've finally stopped fighting and just love her.

"Deep down, I know my darling loves me and that makes it all worth it."

💙 Zatanna has all kinds of magic tricks and treats to help her with her Love. She's so convinced of your little love story and you are too, having been slipped small amounts of ( a somewhat diluted) love potions for years. You're so in love with her that you question nothing, allowing Zatanna to do as she pleases (also, I really like the idea of her and Dick sharing a darling, they'd be a terrible and romantic pair).

"A little magic goes a long way!"

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Pregnancy Headcanons: Tommy Shelby

He stares at you for a solid minute after you tell him

“Fucking say something then?” You say rolling your eyes

He sets down his pen (you definitely told him in the office, just saying) and his face just breaks out into this GRIN

He’s utterly thrilled, and insists on taking you out to a posh restaurant that night

Long after you’ve fallen asleep however, he’s staring at the ceiling, mulling over everything. How you and your baby could be used against him... what if someone hurts you? It’ll be his fault if they do, whether or not he’s there

He rolls over, tugging you close and pressing his hands protectively against your belly, silently vowing to protect you and the baby no matter what

For the first few months you go about your relationship as normal- joking, fucking, staying up and out late (though you stay off the drink for the baby)

When you start to show properly, and after the doctor’s heard the heartbeat, he becomes much more protective- much to your dismay

“Tommy, I am crawling the walls in that house! You can’t keep me bundled up there for the next five months!”

He begrudgingly agrees, though whenever you go out to the market or the cafe, you get the feeling you’re being watched, and your suspicions are confirmed each time when a different blinder tips his cap to you in the street

Tommy tries to make time, he really does, and you appreciate it, even when he is called away in the dead of night or the crack of dawn

“I’ll be back later, darling, I promise. Take care of yourself, and the little one,” he murmurs each time, kissing your cheek

You often wake in the middle of the night to him slipping into bed in just his underwear, wrapping his arms around you

When the baby first starts to kick, you squeal, and he RUNS across the house, thinking you’re hurt

“Bloody hell, YN,” he says, though he grins like a madman as you beckon him over to feel your tummy

The novelty soon wears off- at 3 in the morning.

You groan, sitting up, patting your belly gently to soothe your wriggling child.

Tommy, a light sleeper when he’s sober, sits up, thinking there’s something wrong, and grins when you explain

He then lays you down and shimmies so his mouth is level with your swollen belly

He puts on his business face, the sort he makes when sealing a massive deal or threatening to end someone’s bloodline

“Oi. Stop kicking your mother, Ay? Let her sleep. That’s my wife you’re kicking, you little rascal,”

You love moments like this

Tommy talks to the bump quite a lot, and you love it, sitting reading and stroking his cropped hair, or lolling, half asleep as he tries to get the baby to settle so you can rest

As you near your due date, he grows more and more tetchy, every uncomfortable groan or gasp making him sit bolt upright, even if you’re just moaning about your ankles

Your waters break in the middle of the night and he FREAKS OUT

Not in front of you though, never in front of you

Instead he calmly kisses your forehead and tells you he’ll be back soon while he calls for the midwife.

And Polly.

And Ada.

And his brothers.

And Johnny Dogs

And uncle Charlie

He refuses to drink while you’re upstairs with the women, screaming and cursing tommy and his balls

“If he comes near me again, Polly, I will cut his cock off! I’m never sleeping with him again!”

He pales considerably at this

While he doesn’t drink, he chain smokes, getting through far too many ciggies as your cries echoe through the house

He PACES- it’s a wonder there’s not a dip in the floorboards

When, finally, a high pitched baby’s cry is heard, he freezes, turning to his kin slowly, cigarette forgotten in his fingers

“Fuck.” He says, eyes wide. “I’m a fucking dad,”

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To our beloved,

You did not take our confession well, we did not anticipate this. We are your best friends and you have claimed you loved us a million times, I admit Jon had been impulsive in the moment and it can be quite frightening but you should know that Jon and I would never hurt you, and you should be able to admit running out, abandoning your friends was also a mistake. And you shall be more receptive to our affections.

Your rejection of Jon's kiss has left him in heartache, imagine your Jon in tears after you hurt him, pushing him away like he was nothing, what is wrong with you? What is the point in all this strife? Why run from us? It's fruitless, no one has a love as true as ours, we've done extreme things but all is fair in the name of love.

I know the photos and videos and everything else are strange but as long as you behave no one else will see them. As your soulmates Jon and I just want what's best for you and you weren't making the right choices, we know you grieved them, though they weren't worth a single tear, they were filth, their claim to love was pitiful, it was tainted and they were trying to rip you away from us.

I'm writing this letter as a warning, we know where you are hiding and it will be easier for everyone if you just came home. You have until Friday before Jon and I come. If you do choose to make this more difficult than it needs to be you will be greeted with a punishment, you will not just spit in our faces, not after everything we've done.

We look forward to seeing you.

Yours, Damian and jon

P.S - please come home angel, Damian going mad and I just really miss you. I'm sorry I didn't pull back the kiss when I felt you pull away I just really wanted you. Me and Damian have been planning everything for so long sometimes I forgot you didn't know but I promise when you come home I won't do it again but I think you should give dami a little kiss you've really stressed him out. I can't wait for us to be together again. I love you so much and so does dami he's just a little frustrated.

𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐨

Day three: a prequel to this letter

This was originally day four but I didn't like what I had planned to do so enjoy

It was Jon's idea, or atleast he was the one to tell suggest it to you and you had denied it claiming your inexperience, and the embarrassment was adorable Damian had taken so many screenshots of the camera recording the two of you. You seemed so coy, so meek, Damian couldn't wait to have you under him. Jon and him had been so patient, waiting for you to realise the love which was so close.

Things had changed though. It seems as though you were running from them, avoiding them entirely. Damian suggested kidnapping you if this continued, infact they should just do it now, what if someone was forcing you to do this? But Jon had an even better idea! They should talk to you! Damian had never been good at this communication thing but Jon knew the three of you would work it out.

This is what lead Jon to your home.

Tap, tap, tap.

Tap, tap, tap.

Tap, tap, tap.

He kept tapping. Each one heavier than the last, eventually it came down but Jon heard you run long before it dropped but he knew where you were, hearing you sweet sobs broke his heart and your heart which had been beating like a rabbit with a fox biting it's cotton tail. This thought made him realise that he had become the fox, but he wasn't a fox he was Jon, dumb bunny Jon, but you were trying to embed yourself within a bathtub while he was yelling your name, he doesn't know when he started yelling but your bedroom doll was the second one to fall, in were in the ensuite. Jon felt himself leave his body, a hot rage consumed him as he heard you ring someone else, begging them for help.

Help was outside the door, he was right there, help is here, tearing your home apart, he had began to wreck your room due to the white rage that clouded his vision, Damian had been right.

The third door had not fallen, instead ripped from its hinges. You were pinned against the cold tile, up in the air, Jon's grip was tight and his pretty face covered in tears made you wince momentary. Your face was pulled to look at him and his hand held you in place as he brought his lips to meet yours, your eyes locked shut as did your jaw. This wasn't Jon, it couldn't be. Jon grew tired of this rejection quickly and moved his hand down, restraining your airways until you gave into the kiss, his tears falling on your skin. The kiss was sloppy. But it only got worse as Jon began his baby-brained questions, what did he do wrong? Did you still love him? Why were you being so mean? He is your Jon, your best friend Jon Jon and yet your treating him so creuly blocking he and Damian out, they loved you so much and you were being very nasty.

Thankfully Clark had appeared before his tantrum could continue but you knew this was not the end

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