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ddaenggtan · 5 years ago

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Backalley Brawl | myg | M

This is....just as unedited as 666 medici lmao, but! Here, have this! It takes place in the same universe as the 666 medici drive fic, so this is the same MC, just...with a different friend lol. I'm lowkey hype because the more people you meet in this verse, the more I get to play with them, and they're some of my favorite characters I've ever come up with.

Also shoutout to @strawbxxymilk bc its her birthday!!! I was going to write a jungoo fic for it, bUT NO im not gonna, i decided to be benevolent and let the renkook agenda stay on hold for a single day :)))

Word Count | 3.5k, I think?

Warnings | This is pure pwp, I'm not kidding, absolute filth. Semi-public sex, deepthroating, facefucking, gagging, yoongi’s kind of a dom??, unprotected sex (ur not a vampire or a werewolf, wrap your johnsons), rough sex i think, breeding kink, f masturbation (kind of?), cumplay, mention of knots, yoongi got a phat ****, degradation, i think thats it?? Idk tbh my brains p fried from finishing this

The smell of wet dog has been following you all night; from when you got up and went to Joon’s shop to tease him a little while ordering an arrangement, to the store to order food for your pet, the club to handle some business and find a satisfying meal, and even now as you wander the sidestreets and backalleys in an attempt to either lose your apparent shadow or draw them out. You aren’t scared or even apprehensive - you’re just annoyed, because the scent lingers in your throat and there’s very little that’s worse than the smell of werewolf.

You stop in a darkened alley, one hand on your hip as the other fishes your phone out of your dress pocket. There’s not a single soul nearby from what you can tell. Everyone that isn’t sequestered in their homes and beds is packed into the clubs and bars a few blocks away. The scent gets as closer than it’s dared to all night, probably only arm’s length away from you; the hints of woodsmoke and sap tell you everything you need to know.

[You, sent: ] Is there a reason you’re hiding in the shadows, pup, or are you just going to be creepy all night?

Behind you, a text tone dings through the air followed by a muffled curse. You hear a sigh, and then footsteps.

“Oh good, so you aren’t going to be creepy all night,” You tell him without turning around.

“You could’ve just texted me hours ago if you knew I was following you.” His voice is muffled slightly, but there’s no mistaking the pout in it.

“And you could’ve just called like I told you to instead of being weird, but alas, we both chose different paths in life.” When you turn, your struck not for the first time at how soft the werewolf in front of you looks.

He’s one of the smallest werewolves you know. They all tend to be rather large and imposing, but not him. No, he carries his power in the way he stands, relaxed and lazy no matter what’s in front of him because he knows it’s not a threat. The power he holds in the long fingers is but a millisecond away, and everything about him screams that he is all too aware of it.

The thought makes your stomach flip and heat sink low between your thighs.

His nostrils flare ever so slightly, and you have no doubts he can smell your train of thought. He adjusts ever so slightly, flipping the black wavy hair out of his eyes and adjusting the red plaid flannel he’s got tossed on over a nondescript black shirt. He’s more fidgety than usual today, and your eyes narrow.

“Why didn’t you just call, Yoongi?” You ask as you take a single step closer to him. His muscles tense ever so slightly.

“You remember what happened last time,” He mutters. “Didn’t want a repeat.”

That’s fair , you think. It still doesn’t explain why he decided to stalk you through the night when he could easily have just approached you in one of the several secluded places you’d been.

“I-” He cuts himself off before he can get more than a word out, and when he brings a hand up to fiddle with the choker around his neck, you notice that he’s shaking slightly. You take another step toward him, and he mirrors you by taking a step back. You look closer.

His black shirt is slightly damp at the neck, and the sleeves of his flannel are in tatters from where he’s picked at them with his claws. There’s not much light in the alley where you stand, but with your enhanced vision you can see the way his pupils are shrinking and dilating rapidly. The barest hint of a fang worries at his lower lip.

You’ve never seen him so out of control of his shift before, and it almost worries you. Not only because, against all odds, you care just a bit for this werewolf, but also because out of control werewolves are dangerous even to vampires. You’re confident in your abilities, but you know better than to think you can take down a fully trained, mature, crazed werewolf like Yoongi on your own.

“Should I call someone for you?” You ask. You manage to keep your usual bored tone in your voice, but if he could pay attention, the tight grip on your phone would give you away in heartbeat.

“Yes, I mean, no, it’s not-” He huffs. “No, that’s why I came to you. I didn’t get to Joon in time, y’know, it hit early, and now I’m, uh, I don’t have the-” He huffs again, running long fingers down his temple.

“I’m in rut,” He eventually spits out. Heat floods you at the words; you’ve been with werewolves in rut before, you know what it’s like for them. The need to claim and breed, to ensure their line continues, constantly at war with the want most ‘wolves have to not hurt anyone around them. It’s why Namjoon created his signature potion, a concoction to stave off the need so long as it was taken before all of the symptoms set in.

Yoongi has been precise about taking it ever since you met him, content to live his life without a mate until he met someone he loved enough to want children with. You’ve never seen him this out of his mind, and yet the fact that he can stand here and have a conversation with you while his instincts scream at him to do anything else is only another testament to his control.

It only makes you wetter, and you can tell by the way he groans and his nostrils flare once again that he knows the effect.

“So you thought you’d come to me?” You ask as you slip your phone back into your pocket. Yoongi’s gaze hardens slightly, the muscles in jaw working as he bites back whatever retort he had in mind. “Or, rather, you thought you’d come for me?”

Yoongi steps away again as you step forward, and you cock a brow at him.

“I’m not going to force you to do anything, okay, Meds?” You stifle a laugh at the shortened form of your nickname; Medici was kind of a mouthful for the younger generations. It’s sweet that he’s so thoughtful, though. “I just...some of the others have mentioned that you’re good for this, what with all the…” His hand waves through the air, gesturing at all of you for a moment before he makes fangs with his fingers.

“What with our uncooperative biology and my love of roughness,” You finish for him.

“Yeah,” He responded lamely. “Yeah, that. I just don’t want you to think that you have to do this. Because you don’t. I just don’t know if I’m going to be able to stop if you say yes without you making me.”

His thoughtfulness brings a fresh wave of arousal, paired with the realization that he believes you could control him even in rut. You step forward again and he maintains his distance until his back hits the wall of the alley. You don’t stop, though, getting close enough that you feel his breath mix with yours when his lips part ever so slightly.

He stifles a soft moan, no doubt able to taste your arousal on the air with how enhanced his senses must be at this point. You run a finger down his sweat-soaked chest; the hitch in his breath only cements your decision.

“Who said I would want you to stop?”

Yoongi groans, low and deep in his throat, and you smile at the sound.

"Only if you're sure," He mutters. You don't dignify his words with a response. Instead, you slide a hand under his flannel and along the edge of his black shirt, teasing at the hem with your fingers. They ghost along the thin strip of skin you can see, and his eyes flutter closed.

"I'm sure, pup," You whisper. The growl he gives in response isn't something you hear; it's just felt. In the tips of your fingers as they hook under his joggers, in the flip of your stomach, and in the way you can feel the damp cloth of your underwear sticking to you.

"I am not," He growls, one hand moving to tangle in your hair and push you to your knees. "A pup." Your tongue darts out to wet your lips as you tug lightly on his waistband, and you stifle a moan when you realize he's not wearing anything underneath. The hand in your hair tightens and pulls you closer to the hard length hidden behind the soft material of his joggers.

"Fuck, Yoongi," You whisper, already mouthing along the outline of his cock.

"Get to work." His words ring in your ears as you pull firmly down and reveal his shaft in all its glory. You've had longer - Taehyung and Namjoon are both exceptionally gifted there - but you doubt anyone could match the girth Yoongi sports.

You wrap a hand around him and slide slowly upwards, committing the relieved sigh he releases to memory. There's a wide gap between your thumb and the rest of your fingers, further proof that he has the girth to make up for any lack of length, and you give it a soft kitten lick.

Yoongi cuts his groan off before it can even start, but his hips buck into you. You grin and look up at him before licking a stripe all the way to his head. His jaw tenses and the hand not tangled in your hair grips the wall behind him hard enough that some of the brick crumbles.

He sucks in a harried breath when you wrap your lips around him; your jaw already aches from the stretch, but you can’t find it in yourself to care because when you look up at him again, his fangs are digging into his bottom lip and his eyes are clenched shut. You tease him for just long enough that he looks down at you, a demand written in the way his lip curls upwards. With no further warning, you slide down him, taking his entire length into your mouth.

He chokes on a moan and stuffs the side of his hand between his teeth in an attempt to stay quiet. His hips are moving the barest amount against you, and you can’t help but be impressed that he’s still so in control.

You want to see him lose it.

You lick your way off of his cock before sliding back down, letting the flat of your tongue run along the vein as you do. You repeat the motion, letting the very tip of his cock hit your throat before you hum around him and bring one hand up to grip his balls. His hand tugs lightly on your hair and you resist for a single second before you let him pull you off.

“Fuck, if you keep doing that-”

“You’ll cum?” False sweetness coats your voice, and it makes his expression twist in a snarl. “And here I thought you’d last longer than the others.”

“You want me stuff that mouth of yours so full you can’t talk? Because I will,” He tells you. You cock a brow and grin.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Yoongi.”

You’re turned before you know it, back against the brick wall while Yoongi’s free hand moves to stroke lightly along your jaw. It’s everything you can do not to nuzzle into the calloused pads of his fingers and you’re glad you resist when his grip hardens and he pulls your jaw down.

You let him slide his cock between your lips, precum smearing along your lips as he does. He’s heavy on your tongue. It’s intoxicating.

“Your mouth is so good like this, baby,” He says as he begins to thrust in and out of your mouth. “So wet and perfect, you know that? Can’t talk back with your mouth stuffed full of cock, can you?” You hum around him and his thrusts start coming faster and deeper. He’s just long enough that tip of his cock hits the back of your throat each time.

You can taste him on your tongue and his pre-cum drips down your throat with every thrust. One hand stays buried in your hair, keeping your head in place against the wall as he fucks your face, and the other moves to support his weight. A quick glance tells you his eyes are focused on where his cock disappears between your lips, mouth hanging open just barely as he pants and groans.

“God, you take it so well,” He pants. “Like it was just made for me.” You clench around nothing at his words; it’s not the first time you’ve heard them, by far, but fuck if you don’t love it every single time. A smile plays out over his lips, highlighting the sharp canines that you love. You can feel a growl building in his throat and you can’t resist the temptation to make him verbalize it.

You tighten your lips around his shaft and hollow your cheeks at the same time that you swallow around him. His rhythm stutters and he pulls out of your mouth in a rush, free hand darting down to wrap around the base.

“You’re such a little bitch,” He hisses. His vice grip on his dick doesn’t lessen even as he pulls you up to your feet and spins you around. His hand disappears from your hair, both of them running up your thighs to push your dress up so he can squeeze the meat of your ass. He slaps it once before a tearing sound fills the air and your underwear falls to the ground. "Gonna teach you to have some respect, baby."

His cock slides into you easily and you can't stop the moan that tears from your throat. The stretch burns in the most delicious way; there's little resistance as he pulls out, and the way he sinks back into your heat has your nails scraping against the brick wall.

"Fuck, Yoongi," You whimper. He chuckles at that and snaps his hips into you again and again. Your moans echo off the alley walls, and only seem to spur him on. He's completely unforgiving, ramming into you quicker and harder with each passing second.

"Yeah, that's it," He mutters, fingers digging to your hips. "Fucking take this cock, baby, you're so good for me, yeah? Sucked my cock so good I almost came, and now your sweet little pussy's gonna milk me dry. You want that?"

You whimper, rolling your hips back to meet his bruising pace. He doesn't hold back and you have no doubts that were you a regular human, you'd be bruised beyond belief at the way he fucks you.

You aren't a normal human, though, and you're thriving with how hard he fucks you into the wall.

You clench around him and draw the first real moan you've heard from him. He runs a hand up the curve of your back, making you shiver slightly, and a particularly hard thrust has your walls fluttering around him.

"Can't fucking wait," He moans. "Gonna flood you full of my cum, coat you with it. Everyone you see is gonna smell it on you, they're all gonna know just how good you've been fucked."

"Yes," You moan, "Yoongi, please, do it, please."

He grips your thighs tight and spins you around, barely pulling out for a second before he's picking you up. Your ankles cross behind him as your back hits the wall and he slams into you once more.

"Fuck yes, baby," He moans, leaning forward to mouth at your neck. "Gonna breed you so good, fill you so full of my cubs, like a good little bitch." He doesn't miss the way you moan and his teeth dig sharply into your skin. "You like that, don't you? You want everyone to know how good you are, how you take me like a bitch in heat. Fuck, you're so wet, you know that? Wet and hot and fucking perfect for me, the best fuck of my life."

"Yes, Yoongi, please, I'm good, I want it," You pant.

"Say it," He demands. "Tell me what you want from me."

"I want you to cum," You moan, clenching around him again. You've been with enough werewolves in rut to know what he wants to hear, and you're so cock-drunk that you don't even have the fochs to tease him about it. "I want you to breed me, fill me with your cubs, wanna be yours."

Yoongi curses and his thrusts shorten until he's just grinding his hips against yours. The pressure against your g-spot is just enough that you're starting to tip over the edge, but you hold it back. You want to cum after him.

"Shit, you're such a perfect little bitch for me," Yoongi groans. "So perfect and sweet, can't wait to see you dripping in my cum."

You chance a glance at him and nearly cum on the spot at the sight of red ringing his irises. You're instantly reminded of the power behind his grip, the way he could tear you apart right now if he really wanted to, if he wasn't distracted by the feeling of your warmth surrounding him.

Your hands dig into his hair and pull him into a hard kiss. Your mouth hits his in a clash of teeth and tongue, both of you too fucked out to care as he grinds and swells inside of you. Your hands move down, pushing at him until he slides out. The sudden emptiness makes you ache but you're on a mission. You also don't want to be stuck against a wall in an alley for however long it takes his knot to deflate.

"What-" Yoongi whimpers, doing his best to claw you back to him. You grin and drop to your knees again, sliding him into your mouth once more. It's more of a stretch now that his knot is swelling but it's worth it for the way he slides himself to the very back of your throat before pulling out.

"I want to taste you," You tell him as you wrap your hand around him and start to slowly stroke. "I want to watch you cum down my throat and watch me swallow it all." His breathing turns ragged and there's a high-pitched whine in the air that you aren't sure he knows he's making. You look up at him, wide eyed and pouty. "Please?"

Yoongi curses briefly before he thrusts his cock into your mouth again. You can feel the pressure building and you set to work, bouncing your head on his shaft and letting your tongue flick into the seam and lap up pre-cum before swirling back down around him to the base. His arms are braced on the wall behind you and he doesn't move at all.

His knot swells even bigger and catches briefly on your teeth, and the noise he makes sends you over the edge. You slide your fingers down to rub circles into your clit, hips rolling into the touch. Yoongi must smell it, or maybe he looks up and sees it, you aren't sure - your nose is buried in the patch of hair between his thighs as you gag around him - but he moans. It's loud and vibrates through his body and into yours, and it makes your orgasm wash over you in a wave of white. Yoongi chokes on another moan and he nearly explodes in your mouth.

It seems never ending; his cum shoots down your throat, and it just keeps coming as he thrusts shallowly into your mouth. It collects on your tongue, and with his next thrust, you can feel it drip down your lips and chin to land neatly on your chest. You're glad he wasn't deep enough to get truly stuck in your mouth - though that could've been fun.

Eventually, Yoongi settles. His chest heaves with the force of his orgasm, and his eyes haven't changed from the deep red.

"You...fuck," He whimpers as he tucks himself back into joggers. He winces a little at the friction against his still decreasing knot and helps you to your feet, straightening your dress as best he can. "C'mon."

You raise an eyebrow and look down at where he's laced his fingers with yours. The red in his eyes brightens ever so slightly as he tugs you forward, free hand wrapping around your waist to hold you close to him.

"Just where are we going?" You ask quietly, nose brushing lightly against his.

"My place," He responds easily. "Gonna eat you out until you cum as much as I did, and then I'm gonna fuck you as hard as you know I can."

The appeal of his secluded cabin must be clear on your face, because he's whisking you out onto the street and towards his home before you can even respond. A quick glance shows no sign the two of you were even there, save for your ruined panties on the ground and deep gouges in the brick.

#yoongi smut #suga smut #bts smut #yoongi fanfic #suga fanfic #bts fanfic #werewolf yoongi #vampire reader #reader insert #yoongi x reader #suga x reader #ddaenggtan

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peaches-writes · 4 years ago

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rating my own fics on a whim bc 500 followers &

i enrolled in college as a writing major but i rlly dont wanna do the actual writing rn dont b like me

oh also link to my m.list since im too lazy to link them one by one in this post 👉 m.list

fist fight w me on inbox if yall want im always down to fist fight 💖

channie fics

syncopated - 3/10 messy af alludes too much on my pre-pandemic love life therefore embarrassing

history - 7/10 i think im funny but yall didnt think so when i posted this also i havent listened to any nostalgic music in a while

sweet disposition - 8/10 everyone likes this so uh sure also i rlly do love the song

wedding doves - 9/10 i pretend to not like this one but in reality im trash for fluff that attracts all the ants & mice in the house

before one a.m. - 10/10 i thot it was trash while writing it then yall gave my libra sun ass an ego boost still wont make a pt. 2 for this one tho

minho fics

eighteen - 7/10 personal comfort fic wouldve been funny if it was longer tho

d-day - 10/10 not to be a libra but i peaked here this is an underrated gem idily the movie it’s based on also still slaps for me lol

genuinely - 4/10 couldve done better w this one but im too lazy to re-write duh i mean yall im making this long ass post instead of acads or my wips yall see how lazy i am

unbothered - 8/10 only flaw is that it was supposed to be a full fic but then i didnt rlly know where it would go if it was

binnie fics

pierced - 8/10 i should donate this to a spicy account or summ if yall into that lmao waht lskfjdslk i meant tattoo artist changbin rights

giddy - 7/10 i iwas young i didnt know any better jk

polished - 10/10 yes i would still like to paint changbin’s nails hmu binnie i paint nails well apparently

hyunnie fics

hwang’s guide to gardening - 6/10 cheesy af jesus christ wtf was i doin in the summer

drift away - 5/10 syncopated, drift away, & eighteen r all based on similar life experiences but i laugh at this one all the time more than the other two

space buns - 10/10 wHY DOES NO ONE BACK ME UP ON THE HYUNJIN SPACE BUNS AGENDA IT NEEDS TO HAPPEN

11:08 PM - 4/10 this rlly did happen but i cant show yall the pics so the fic didnt turn out well lol

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11:57 PM - 6/10 if this was longer what wouldve happened idk yalls

seven hundred and one - 7/10 (thats not a pun) wtf happened w this one i rlly shouldve cut the last two parts & adjusted the timestamps but i got lazy lolololol

sungie fics

meeting points - 10/10 only bc i miss the outside world this was a mess

soft lens - 5/10 i dont think im funny anymore

okay without you - 8/10 guitar player jisung deserves everything in this world but this is so cheesy

how to appease ur asian aunties - 6/10 im too lazy to write the next part these days lol

lixie fics

in other futures - 7/10 should b longer tbh but whatever i think i wanna watch charlotte the anime when im not stressed out w school anymore lol

8:02 AM - 10/10 my humor peaked here but yall arent ready for that conversation

brownies & blankets - 10/10 bc i rlly did ended up spending money from feeling this fic too much

roll call - 10/10 its my comfort fic

mongmong fics

sunshower - 8/10 will re-write this in the future idk i jUST FEEL LIKE WE NEED A REDEMPTION ARC

3:06 PM - 10/10 i miss being in love

touch - 7/10 should be a series but im not smart enough for writing mystery fics trust me on this one ive alr written a detective movie in high school i rlly cant do it well

innie fics

relax im nervous too - 9/10 i miss the place this is based on like i rlly miss goinG OUT LOL

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according to flora - 8/10 should also be a longer fic i got lazy i cant think of any more flowers boo sldkfjsdklfj

#fic rate #stray kids #skz #reblog #yes this goes on reblog #the fic review no one asked for #im so #i still need to finish my 3 papers #n this pub #n make a portfolio for a club #then we have counseling next week #im going w a friend but like #im so anxious on 1 on 1's w teachers #lmao #but yall didnt need to read abt that #anw #go wild on my inbox if yall want #this is just for fun tbh

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lyriumrain · 4 years ago

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@athrasil said: Thats why one of the best modern workplace advice I see is to work just enough for it to be considered satisfactory. Doing your best and working hard can often backfire since your boss will just pile more and more work on you. It's sad how doing your work passionately and well gets you punished with more and more tasks until it breaks you (especially if people who are neurodivergent and already have difficulty finding motivation and energy) 😶

Lmao I just realised I typed exactly what you wrote in your last paragraph. I agree, its really irritating and I'm kinda worried about the future workforce if this is the mindset that a majority of bosses continue to hold.

No worries! You really hit the nail on the head actually. My best friend is in a situation like the one you describe - she cares a lot about doing her job well, but they just expect more and more. It’s incredibly frustrating and disheartening to hear about.

And personally, I think part of the reason why I’ve been having trouble finding work is because I literally cannot force myself to do more once I’ve reached my limit, and my limit is a lot lower than other people’s. If I’m tired, physically or mentally, I have to stop. Most employers don’t understand this, it’s usually interpreted as laziness, and it isn’t ‘compatible’ with their work flow. I’ve had one manager who understood this, but unfortunately he didn’t have any control over how the work got done :(

#athrasil #replies #it's really not sustainable to treat people like this

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jwnbwnjwn · 4 years ago

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Entry 8 (12.20.2020)

Well, it’s been a while since I’ve posted an entry on here. My last one was back in September, and man a lot has happened since. First off, My sleeping schedule has been messed up for the past couple of days, and in a bit I’ll get to why. I don’t know if I’ve mentioned it in any of the last posts but, if I didn’t then my goal for the last couple of months has been to get on a (keto) diet and lose some weight, and I’m here to tell you I still haven’t, I haven’t even stuck to a diet for that matter. The only diet I’ve had has consisted of take out and midnight snacks. Anyways, now let’s get down to business. I went ahead and read my latest blog post before this and I laughed at the fact that I said I was starting a diet, yeah that never happened. Im happily at 160 lbs at the moment (not really happy about it but oh well).

I mean covid-19 is still going on, its kinda spiking then calming down, spiking again, and its just this whole repeating situation. Everyone's still wearing and masks and doing everything to be safe, although I think my towns cases are starting to go down. It is around Christmas time so they’re starting to decorate everything, all the parks and stuff; so hopefully that doesn't spike the numbers up again. When going out though I still have to be careful, I can’t catch covid and give it to my loved ones, and I would rather not make history and get sick.

I guess I should start here. I wish my life was still the same as it was during my last entry. I really do. I wouldn’t have known what I do now and I would’ve just been at peace, happily living my life and struggling with school. I ended up getting a D in that biology course, and dropping that math and history course. Yeah, it was a pretty shitty school year tbh. I’ve never been that lazy and unmotivated when it comes to school but man, this fall year really took a toll on me because I legit did nothing all year. In result of it, my gpa went to absolute shit and down to a 2.8. I now gotta make that up during the summer and try to get it as high as i possibly can. I just finished my second fall semester so I’ve been on Christmas break for about a week now, but honestly this break feels so lazy and gross. I am reading my last entry to see what I can catch everyone up on, as things have changed drastically. I mean my friendships are still fine, I still keep in contact with seatbelt and ice and maria. I keep in contact with them almost daily honestly. About my relationship, thats where I wish things were the way they were three months ago. Without going over too much detail, a girl reached out to me and let me know her boyfriend and Mr. were trading girls nudes again. Honestly hearing this a second time broke my heart, but I really didnt have much of a reaction to it. It hurts every here and there, but I guess im forcing myself to open my heart and forgive and forget so I can go ahead and move on already. Mr. and I are in a certain situation trying to avoid law enf*rc*m*nt so things have been kind of hard recently. He’s been seeing me many times this week just because of the fear itself that one day might be his last time to see me, but I think things are starting to cool down with our/his situation, so hopefully he’s not walking on eggshells too longer, because seeing him worried makes me worried and vice versa. He’s looking into going to therapy and having a closer relationship between him and god, in order to get rid of his old ways and make himself into the better person he needs to become. I can’t really get into details about the situation on here as it legit would be the most dumbest thing I could possibly do, but in result of getting closure about it, he told me he was planning on purposing in the near future, like before 2021 is over - but then he had to go fuck it up and put that on hold. After talking about it we’re going to have to attend counseling once again, but in hopes of fixing our relationship and getting closer again. I love him a lot, I do, but man he is one dumb ass person. I really hope and pray he gets his stuff together, because I really do want to spend the rest of my life with him. I mean, I guess we’re kind of in an awkward part in our relationship, but its honestly because of the situation we’re in, so we just have to work through this and rebuild the trust he ruined. I know he’s going to be going to individual counseling for sure, but I have a feeling that’s just going to turn into couples counseling the way it happened the first time. I hope I can get myself to go into counseling for myself as well, because man, I really do want to work through these issues I have deep down inside of me, but I can’t find the courage I need at the moment - maybe after all of this is done I will. Mr.’s dad is still really sick, but im still praying to god and the heavens above he gets better. I’ve been talking to my dad a lot and my relationship has been improving, while my moms and I’s is kind of going backwards slowly. About those two discord friends, I dont know why I put “crunch” as one of them. I forgot what his first nickname was, but I know it wasn crunch. I mean his name is cesar, so i guess i got mixed up lol but yeah i’m not friends with c*sar and shr*mp anymore. I mean I got really close with him, and I did consider im an important person in my life, until one day I logged onto Discord to see he kicked me out of the server and blocked me, which eventually resulted in everyone from the server blocking me and deleting me off roblox so, I pretty much had no say in it. There wasn't even a reason TO block me, I legit just logged on randomly and was blocked. Although I found out through someone else who was also in the server before he himself blocked me that apparently I was jealous of shr*mp and I guess calling c*sar manipulative got him upset and thinking so he blocked me lmao. Anyways, because of this I dont really play Roblox that often anymore, but instead I watch anime now. Currently waiting on AOT’s new episode releasing today so, thats something exciting to look forward to. I cant wait for christmas just so i can see the look on my siblings face when they see what I got them lol. I also got Mr. a chain bracelet, so I hope he likes it and actally wears it. There’s not really much else except being on eggshells with Mr. and wasting my life away. I’ll keep you guys updated. I’ll try to post on here more often.

Ended this at 12.20.2020 at 8:27 AM

-jen

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skiesoftwilight · 5 years ago

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Forever Star-Crossed (Jason Todd)

This was a pain in the ass to write! but like a good, challenging pain in the ass lmao. I’ve had this request in my inbox and I believe it was like the second or first one and I’m now just putting it out??? (Anon, I’m sorry.) I had such a straightforward plot, but I guess I struggle with too many specifics?? I don’t know. Also, I didn’t realize it until I was almost done with it, but the plot is kind of like the Great Gatsby, but my writing can do no justice to that amazing story. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy! Especially the Anon who requested it, if you’re still out there lol :)

Requested by: Anon

hey I love your writing! I saw requests were open and I was wondering if you could write something where jay is best friends with a girl and he’s secretly in love with her but she’s dating Hal (the green lantern protege? I’m not 100% sure thats his name?) and he stops by her window one day only to see her baking cookies and dancing around in the kitchen with Hal listening to painkiller by ruel and being a cute couple and its just him being all angsty

Word Count: 6432

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The soft clicking of your heels against the pavement rang throughout the dark and desolate city streets of Gotham. The few people that had dared to come out at this time of night were watching you carefully, sizing you up to see what kind of threat you posed if any. You ignored their mysterious gazes and continued on with your phone conversation.

“What’s the plan for dinner?” You asked. A yawn crept up on you and escaped from between your lips. “I just got off work and I’m starving.”

“I don’t know. I just home myself,” A deep sigh fell from his mouth on the other end, “Do you want me to come get you? I’m still dressed, I don’t—”

“I’ll be just fine walking,” A soft laugh fell from your lips as your watchful gaze surveyed the area around you, “I swear you forget who you’re dealing with from time to time.”

A deep chuckle sounded from the other line, “You’re right. Sorry. I guess I’ll be seeing you soon then?”

“Yeah, give me about fifteen minutes,” Your lips curled at the edges, “Maybe when I get home, we can—”

A hand had clamped down on your shoulder from behind and jerked you backward, making you stumble. A gasp fell from your lips and your eyes grew wide as you watched a lonesome thug tug on the strap of your purse, yanking it from your shoulder ripping it from your grasp. The minute he pulled your purse free, he took off down the street, making a hard right into an alley.

“(Y/N)? Hey, what happened?” His voice rose with worry laced into his tone, “(Y/N)!”

“I’m still here,” A shaky breath left your lips as you stood up straight. Your gaze hardened as you leaned down to tighten the straps on your heels. “A damn thug just stole my purse…I’ll have to call you back; I’ll be home a little later than expected.”

Before he could speak another word, you ended the call and ran after the thug. All you could focus on was finding the thief and getting your purse back; it was a gift from your father after all.

Coming upon the alley that the thug had turned down, you stopped yourself and took a deep breath before marched right down the dimly lit path. Your eyes narrowed, watching every shadow move as you walked. Your fists were clenched and your whole body tense; you were ready for a fight.

The sound of rats scurrying across the street pulled your attention towards a flickering light above a dumpster. You caught sight of a body laying on top of the trash bags, not moving. Slowly approaching the body, you realized it was the thug that had just attacked you moments ago; your purse was nowhere near his body and it drew in your curiosity.

Leaning down beside the body, you hesitantly reached for his hand, checking for a pulse. Worry started to build up in your chest when you couldn’t find his pulse. Your hand crept up to his neck, but just before you could touch his skin, a voice stopped you.

“He’s not dead.”

You jumped up from the ground and turned to see where the voice had come from; yet, all you could see was darkness. You spun around in a full circle, your fists still clenched and your hardened gaze staring into pure darkness.

“One punch and he was out.” The voice spoke again, this time a little louder. “I swear these criminals used to be tough and now? Well, they’re just growing soft.”

“I didn’t need your help,” You stated, looking in the direction where you last heard the voice, “I had it perfectly under control.”

“Was letting him get a head start a part of you keeping it under control?” The voice teased.

“Show yourself,” You demanded, your voice harsh.

The person stepped out of the shadows, slowly making his way to stand a few feet away from you. Wearing a leather jacket, black pants, combat boots, and holding your purse wasn’t what disturbed you but the red helmet masking his face and the red modified bat symbol on his chest that shown every time his leather jacket shifted.

“Red Hood.” You stated, your hardened gaze never leaving his masked one.

“You know me?” He questioned, raising his hand to cover his chest, “I’m flattered. I guess word still travels fast in this city of rats.”

“Word gets around, but through a different circle,” You corrected him, “Who are you underneath that helmet? I don’t like strange, masked, crusaders in this city, there’s already too many of them running around.”

“A friend from long ago…” His voice lowered, a hint of sadness is what you believed you heard.

“You’re not any friend of mine,” You responded. Your hands stayed clenched at your sides. He lowered his head and rested a hand on his hip, showing off the pistol on his side, “You better start talking or this won’t end well for you.”

A deep laugh fell from his lips, “You’re still like I last remember you…acting all tough when you’re really a big softie…” He looked down at your purse and tossed it back and forth between his hands, “I’m surprised you still have this. I’m guessing you’re still buddy-buddy with him, aren’t you?”

“What?” Confusion crept on your face as you believed he was referring to Bruce.

He tossed the purse at you, watching you catch it in your hands. Confusion and irritation were clear on your face as you watched him reach behind his helmet and start to pull it off. Your eyes grew wide and your whole body felt weak as you saw a face that you thought you would never see again.

“J-J,” You stuttered, struggling to let his name leave your lips for the first time in so many years, “Jason?”

“In the flesh.”

“N-No,” You shook your head, stumbling backward, “I-It can’t be, you’re dead...I was there for your funeral…I saw you laying in that casket…”

“I was, but some crazy things happened that I can’t explain and I don’t know why, but I’m back.”

“You’re not supposed to be here! I’m losing my mind…” You shouted, your hands pushing your disheveled hair out of your face.

He saw the terrified expression on your face, the blank look in your eyes…it pained him to see you like this. “Hey, I know just seeing me is a lot to take in—”

“I—I just got…I—I can’t do this right now…I got to go.”

“(Y/N), wait.”

Ignoring his pleas for you to stay, you ran out of the alley, not even sparing a glance behind you in fear that your past would be following you. Coming up to the steps of your apartment complex, you flung the door open and slammed it shut, pressing your back firmly against it.

Running a shaky hand through your hair, you took a deep breath and began to make your way up to your apartment door, trying to push the night’s events deep down and towards the back of your mind.

Standing in front of your apartment door, you unclipped your house keys from your purse and unlocked the door and quickly stepped inside, locking it behind you. Resting your head against the wooden door, you shut your eyes and groaned.

“Hey,” His mirthful voice pulled you from your mind, causing you to turn to look at him, “I can see you got your purse back,” His smile faded the moment he saw a glint of sadness in your eyes, “Is there something wrong? Did something happen?”

You shook your head as you set the purse down on the counter, “No, uh, just a stressful day at work and you know, that thug stealing my purse. I’m fine.”

He made his way over to you, wrapping you in his warm embrace, “Iif you want to talk about it, we can?”

Shaking your head, you looked up at him, “I rather not.”

He hummed in response, placing a kiss on the crown of your head. “About dinner, I was thinking we could go out to that new joint down the street?”

“No,” You quickly answered, moving away from his embrace, “Let’s just stay inside and order something? I’m too tired to deal with anyone else’s BS right now.”

“Alright, that’s fine with me.” He smiled and walked over to the kitchen to grab some of the take-out brochures you two saved from other lazy nights in.

While he was calling out places that you might want, you half-heartedly answered as you rummaged through your purse, looking for your phone to text Bruce and see if you were going crazy or not. As your fingers sifted through the old grocery receipts and empty gum wrappers, you felt a rough piece of paper touch your fingertips. Pulling it out from your purse, you saw that there was a number scribbled on it and a single name in under the last digits: Jay.

An audible groan mixed with a cry left your lips as you crumpled the paper up and tossed it back in your purse. Moving to join him the kitchen to look at the food menus, he made you laugh and did his best to pull you out of your sudden sadness. You physically lightened up, but on the inside, you were dying to know what the hell you just witnessed.

Sitting in a coffee shop, you pulled the crumpled paper from your purse and laid it on the table. The sloppily-written name awoken a wide range of feelings and emotions that you thought you could never feel again and it scared you. Your shaky hands reached for the paper, gently smoothing out the wrinkles before grabbing your phone and slowly putting each number into the dial-pad.

Resting your elbows on the table and letting a hand cover your mouth while the other held the suddenly heavy phone next to your ear, you listened to it ring. You counted them out, one…two…three…four…after the fourth ring, you were about to hang up before you heard the line pick up and his voice come through on the other side.

“Hello?”

You froze, not knowing what to say. Staring at the name on the paper in front of you, you slowly opened your mouth to speak, your voice barely audible, “Hey…”

“(Y/N)?” Jason’s tone was soft and soothing which reminded you of the old times. “Hey, I was wondering when you would call…”

“A-Are you busy? Right now?” You asked, your whole body slowly relaxing as you fiddled with the paper.

“No, not really,” He spoke, shuffling around on his end of the line, “Is there something wrong?”

“Can we t-talk?” You inquired. Your gaze bounced back and forth from the paper to the window you were situated by, trying to distract your nerves before they overwhelmed you.

“Sure,” Jason responded. You could just picture the smile on his face at your request, “Just send me your location and I’ll be there.”

Mumbling a brief goodbye, you hung up the phone and sent him the address. You tried to mentally prepare yourself for the upcoming conversation, prepping questions that you’ve been thinking about ever since you saw him: How long had he been resurrected? Where was he? Why did he come back to Gotham of all places after all this time? You had so many questions, you just hoped that you could actually ask them if you don’t get overwhelmed.

While deep in your thoughts, you heard the door chime behind you. Turning to look at who it could be, your breath got caught in your throat and your eyes grew wide once again. You saw him stepping inside, looking around until his gaze met yours; his gaze felt so heavy, you turned away, waiting for him to approach you.

“Hey there…”

His voice was soft, yet it sounded more mature than when you last heard it years ago. Without looking up at him, you gestured for him to take a seat. Listening to your weak commands, he sat in the chair and quietly fiddled with the sugar packets on the table.

“Thank you for coming,” You mumbled, trying to get yourself to relax in his presence and gain the courage to look at him at least once, “I didn’t know if you were busy or not, but I made the call because…I want answers. I’m sure you want some too.”

Nodding his head, “No problem, all of my work is carried out in the night but even then I got nothing going on, so don’t ever be afraid to call me at any time.”

“Noted.” The single word fell from your lips, but nothing else came after.

The conversation fell into a tense silence before it hardly began. Jason continued to fiddle with the sugar packets while you gently stirred your coffee. The two of you opened your mouth to say something, but nothing came out. His mere presence was bugging you; you were dying to ask your first question, you just didn’t know how to phrase it.

Your mind was screaming at you to look at him, just once, but you were struggling to let your gaze wander any higher than his lips. From what you could see, his face had not changed much, other than having short, thin scars from blades. Daring to let your eyes wander higher, your curious gaze met with his and you froze, not sure if you should look away or let his intense blue eyes see right through you. Your gaze was held in his and you could’ve sworn you saw a spark in his.

“How were you…resurrected?” You blurted out, your eyes grew wide as you surveyed the other tables around you, making sure no one was trying to listen in.

A deep sigh fell from his lips, “That’s a complicated story, but I’ll shorten it. I mysteriously woke up in my coffin and crawled to the surface where, Talia, Bruce’s little flame, took me in and tossed me in that Lazarus pit next to Ra’s. She helped me get a grip on my new life…I met new allies, traveled a lot, learned new skills.”

“You just crawled out of your grave?” You whisper-shouted, shielding your mouth from other people; your childish side kicking in as you pictured Jason all muddy, springing from his grave, “Like a zombie?”

He chuckled, “Yeah, like a zombie.”

“All that stuff you learned, I’m guessing that’s what created Red Hood?” You asked, connecting pieces of his story together.

“You got it.” Jason confirmed your suspicions, “I think I learned more than Bruce, but don’t tell him that.”

“Red Hood…” You paused, thinking about all the things you heard from the briefings from Bruce and the others, “I’ve heard you killed people before? Is it true?”

Jason looked up at you, his voice turning serious, “I don’t kill anyone who doesn’t deserve it, just know that. I’m not a savage, I just take crime-fighting another step further, a step Bruce is too scared to take.”

“Does Bruce even know that you’re back?” You asked, sipping your coffee, “I’m sure he would be delighted to see you, in the flesh, after all these years…”

“He knows. He was the first person I encountered upon stepping one foot in this city.” He answered, rolling his eyes at the mention of his former mentor, “I’ve met the rest of the brood too. They’ve got personalities, but they don’t stray far from B’s, that’s for sure.”

“Wait, you know of the others?” You asked, furrowing your brow, “How long have you been back in the city?”

“I’ve only been here for a couple of weeks,” He reassured you, placing his palms on the table, “I wasn’t even supposed to stay this long, let alone be back here. I was only coming to tie up some loose ends on a job I was working, but things got…complicated…”

“What the hell, Jason?” You eyes narrowed, “You didn’t think to at least try and see me sooner? I was thinking that it was only in my dreams that I would see you, my dearest friend, alive again, but it turns out you’ve been alive for quite some time.”

“I told you, things got complicated…” He restated, giving you a sullen look. Hearing his name and friend being used in the same sentence by you hurt him, but he was more upset at the fact that you were upset at him for not coming to you sooner.

“Well, what was the complication?” You inquired, crossing your arms to look him in the eyes. You wanted answers, and you were going to get them.

“I can’t tell you that right now. You wouldn’t understand it.” He muttered, barely audible to your ears. There was a sad look in his eyes, but before you could comment on it, it was replaced with a glint of happiness and curiosity, “Enough talking about me, I want to know more about you and what you’ve been up to.”

A small smile crept onto your lips, “My story isn’t nearly as interesting as yours.”

“That’s okay,” He reassured you, his goofy smile appearing, “I just wanna know more about you.”

Mumbling some words, you let out a sigh, “I don’t live at the manor anymore; I left the day after I turned eighteen. Dick let me stay with him for a while, but I didn’t stay long and left. I struggled for a while without Bruce’s help, but I managed,” You smiled, thinking about all your accomplishments, “I got myself a normal job, normal friends…In a way, I kinda got a second chance at life.”

“You seem to be doing pretty well all on your own; I’m happy for you,” He smiled, yet he leaned in closer to you, his gaze surveying the other people around you before continuing, “Are you still running around in the dark?”

“Oh no,” You shook your head, “Bruce offered me the mantle a couple years after your “departure”, but I turned it down; I turned down any type of caped crusader gigs that a bunch of people offered me, but I didn’t leave that life behind completely. I’m still deeply involved in those affairs; I actually work with someone who’s a member of the League.”

Jason’s attention was peaked when he heard the word “partner” leave your lips, “Oh really? Who is it? Barry? Clark?—You were always his favorite—Diana? Arthur? Hal?”

A small laugh left your lips as you watched his calm expression turn to a more exciting one. “No, no, none of those guys; it’s someone who has a lesser role in all of it, but still important nonetheless. I just can’t tell you: League rules.” You shrugged your shoulders.

Jason nodded, letting a light chuckle slip from between his lips, “I see. You can keep your secrets.”

Silence filled the air. After finally warming up to one another, you two felt like you had said what you needed to say during this meeting. While you were comfortable with the silence, sipping on your coffee and watching the people walk past the window, Jason fiddled with his fingers, deciding if he should bring up a last minute thought.

“Hey, uh, this might sound like a stupid question after all these years, but…” he paused, looking at your hands placed on the table and slowly let his gaze come to meet your intrigued gaze, “Do you still consider us friends? Even after all these years?”

Your brow furrowed and your fingers tapped on the edges of the table, “I don’t see why not, but things between us have changed, Jason. We aren’t wards under Bruce anymore, we’ve both grown and matured and became two individual people,” You sighed, “We built complex, yet somewhat stable lives and if you’re looking to go back to the past…well, we just can’t.”

“The only thing I want to bring back from my past is you,” He confessed, the sad glint in his eye returning for just a split second, “I missed you the most out of everything else from my first life and I would love for you to be in my second one as well.”

Your soft smile appeared at his kind words, making his grow. “I’d be happy to try to pick up where we left off, Jason, but…” Jason froze, “If things don’t work out the way we hoped, well, then we can’t force it, okay? Maybe we can’t be best friends, but we can maybe settle for just the simple title of friends, yeah?”

Your use of his name and friend in the same sentence killed him, but he didn’t show it; instead, his goofy grin grew and he held out his hand for you to shake, “I can live with that.”

With smiles both gracing your grown faces, you reached for his extended hand, but before you could graze your fingertips against his, your phone buzzed on the table, the screen lighting up to alert you that he was calling; Jason’s gaze darted to the phone and took note of the caller ID: My Artist.

“I’m sorry, I have to take this.” You apologized before standing up from the table and walking outside the shop to have your conversation.

He watched you stand outside, walking back and forth, talking with a never faltering smile on your lips; his heart jumped when he could’ve sworn he saw and heard your muffled laugh. The smile on Jason’s own lips was reduced to the slight curling at the corners as he saw that your happiness was coming from someone other than him.

When your call had ended, you dismissed yourself from yours and Jason’s conversation to handle some League affairs, but you reassured him that you two would spend more time together soon. With a verbal goodbye and a slightly awkward handshake initiated on your part, you both parted ways.

“And that’s the last time Dick let me borrow his car.” You laughed, snatching up the nearly empty beer bottle off the coffee table to down the last drops. Slamming the bottle back down on the table and leaning against the couch from your spot on the floor, shrugging your shoulders and raising your hands, “I barely hit anything and the stuff I did hit? The dents on his car weren’t even that bad…”

“You took out a parking meter and somehow pinned a hotdog cart with the passenger side on his car,” Jason struggled to keep his laugh in check, but failed miserably, letting his head fall back onto the armrest of his sofa, undoubtedly picturing you standing by the car, mortified, explaining to Dick how it happened, “I think the dents were pretty bad. That whole story is an example as to why Bruce never let you drive the Batmobile.”

“He never let you either! Come to think of it, he never even taught you.” You countered, throwing a finger in his direction.

“Touché.”

Your melodious laughter was music to Jason’s ears. He watched you double over, wiping the stray tears of happiness from the creases of your eyes as you stood up to fetch yourself another beer from the kitchen. Jason listened to your side comments about the story, but all he could do was chuckle at a memory he wished he shared with you.

These types of moments between you and Jason had been going on for the last couple of weeks, non-stop. You would call him up after work every day and you two would hang out at the coffee shop or at his apartment to reminisce about the old times between you two or the stories you had from living at the manor and watching each new Robin come into their own identities.

“Got any stories from your travels that you would like to share?” You asked while setting a beer on the table in front of him. “I’m still thinking of some other ones…”

“Nah, I like your stories better,” He admitted, sitting up once again to look at you laying on the floor, a goofy smile taking over your usual composed one, “What I’m learning from you and your stories is that you haven’t lost your spark.”

“Aw, thanks Jay,” Your cheeks turned a pretty shade of pink, “Someone had to lighten up that dark place besides Alfred.”

“What other stories you got?” Jason asked.

“Well, let me see… oh, well there was this one time Damian jumped out the third story window…”

Jason zoned out, his thoughts consuming him in the moment. His eyes took in every little detail that you shown as you were telling your story. The bright, goofy smile on your face, the way your hands illustrated the whole scene, how expressive your eyes got, and that little laugh you made before your initial one filled the room. Seeing you like this made him think on his next actions.

“That does sound like a funny story…” Jason blandly added. Setting his beer on the table, he rested his elbows on his knees and looked at you on the floor, sipping your beer. “Hey, I had something to tell you that I’ve had on my mind for quite some time actually…”

“Lay it on me.” You sent your smile his way.

“Uh, well, the night before I—”

He was interrupted by the muffled buzzing of your phone inside your purse. You sprang up from your spot on the floor and grabbed your purse from the couch and brought it to the coffee table. Your hands rummaged through your cluttered purse, looking for your phone but you couldn’t even see a single part of it.

“Goddamnit, I have to clean this thing out.” You groaned, turning your purse upside down and shaking all of its contents out until your buzzing phone bounced off the table and onto the floor. Dropping your purse and snatching up your phone, you answered it and walked into the kitchen, leaving a confused Jason sitting on the couch picking up all your belongings and setting them beside your purse.

He came across a folded paper and curiosity came over him. Looking over his shoulder to see if you were still in the kitchen he proceeded to open the paper to reveal a decent drawing of your face. The illustration was slightly cartoonish, but it still captured your beauty nonetheless; Jason could’ve sworn he seen this type of style somewhere before, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. Looking at the corner of the paper, the initials K.R. was scribbled along with an illegible note.

“What are you doing?” Jason jumped in his seat, but didn’t hide the picture, “Are snooping?”

Looking at the drawing in his hands and then at you, he sheepishly smiled, “Yeah…Who drew this for you? It’s pretty neat.”

“My friend, he’s pretty good alright. I believe he’s got a gig for doing illustrations or something like that.” You informed Jason, snatching the photo from his hands and tossing back into your purse with the rest of your belongings. “Why were you so curious?”

“I’ve seen that style before, but I don’t remember where…”

“I hate thoughts like that…anyways, sorry for the phone call, I’m always being pulled in some direction, aren’t I?” You chuckled, taking a seat beside him on the couch, “You were saying something before the phone call?”

Jason opened his mouth, but no words came out. All his mind could do was bring up that picture and fill his thoughts with negative ones. Looking at you, he smiled softly, “You know what? Don’t even worry about it. It wasn’t that important.”

You double checked with him, but he reassured you it could wait. After sitting in silence for a few moments, you changed the subject, “I was looking at my phone and I didn’t realize how late it was getting; you know, we’ve been talking here for the past six hours? That’s crazy.”

“That is.” Jason nodded his head in agreement, “If it’s getting late, I can drive you home? I got no problem doing it; I would like to know that you’re not out there with those criminals.”

A cheap laugh fell from your lips, “Oh, what is it with people forgetting who I was?” You turned to Jason as you stood up from the couch, “I’ll be fine. Actually, I—”

As if on cue, the muffled sound of a car horn interrupted your sentence. A goofy smile broke out on your lips as your head dropped before lifting up to look at Jason’s confusion expression.

“…have a ride,” You soft giggles turned into a deep sigh as you picked up your purse, “Sorry.”

Jason’s smile faltered, but he played it off as if he was going to drink his beer. Standing up beside you, he looked down at you, taking in how your smile continued to stay on your relaxed face while you looked up at him.

“Well, I had lots of fun with you tonight, really,” Jason confessed, “It was nice to catch up on so many things, hopefully, we can do it again sometime soon?”

“Definitely!” You nearly shouted, “Next time, maybe we could do my place? I can cook us up something?” You suggested, looking deep into his eyes for his approval.

“I’d like that,” The horn sounded again, making him turn his attention to the window before your hand on his arm pulled his attention back towards you, “Don’t keep your ride waiting. Goodnight, (Y/N).”

“Goodnight, Jason.” You spoke softly. Moving in closer, you stood on your toes and planted a gentle kiss on his cheek, patted his chest a few times before dashing out his apartment and down to your ride.

Jason’s smile grew from the sudden affection you gave him. It gave him hope that maybe you didn’t feel the same way about him as he did for you. After seeing that picture and knowing of your friend, he knew that things were heating up between you two and he wanted to beat the other to the punch.

Don’t beat around the bush. Tell her who you feel.

Standing stock-still in the elevator, Jason’s nervous blue eyes stared at the bouquet of flowers in his hand, making sure that each delicate flower looked presentable. The sweet smell the flowers gave off relaxed him; the loud thoughts in his mind were feeding his anxiety and making his heartbeat so fast that he was sure he felt it hit his ribcage a couple of times.

The elevator beeped and the large, metal doors slowly opened to the floor your apartment was on. With a heavy sigh escaping from between his lips, he began to walk down the corridor, looking at the numbers on the door, trying to match it with the one that was scribbled on the sticky note in his hand.

When he finally came face to face with your door, he froze. He stood there for a few moments, wondering if he should just turn around and leave or stay and see if his dreams come true. Adjusting his leather jacket and rotating the flowers to their best side, he knocked on the door lightly, waiting for you to come to the door.

He heard shuffling and the sound of your voice on the other side of the door. The muffled music was turned down and the sound of footsteps coming close to the door made him nervous. Quickly shaking his whole body to get rid of the nerves, he put on his best smile, but when the door opened, his grin fell from his lips and was replaced by a look of pure confusion.

“Kyle?”

“Jason?” Kyle greeted him with a similar look of confusion.

The two stared at each other for a few moments, trying to figure out why the other was standing before them. Silence would’ve consumed the both of them had you not called out to Kyle from behind the cracked door.

“Who is it?”

“It’s Jason…” Kyle answered, turning his head to look at you with a kind, yet confused smile.

“What are you doing?” You questioned him, walking towards the door to pull it all the way open; looking at Jason with a delighted smile, you said, “Come on in, Jason.”

Jason’s mouth was slightly agape. He stared at the both of you, trying to figure out what the hell Kyle Raynor, a member of the Green Lanterns, was doing with you, but then it finally clicked in his head: The name in your phone, the drawing in your purse, your partnership with someone in the Justice League…Kyle was your…no… Jason didn’t even want to think of the word to describe your relationship with Kyle. Hesitantly stepping into your apartment, Jason just stood there, not knowing what else to do.

“I wasn’t expecting you to come over tonight,” You stated, looking at his shy state, “I was just finishing up dinner; there should be enough to go around, I’m sure.”

Jason slowly nodded, his gaze drifting from you to Kyle who sat at a desk in the corner of the room, undoubtedly drawing something. “I’m sorry, I just thought to stop by to see how you were doing since we didn’t talk for a couple of days…”

“I see you brought me flowers?” You inquired, looking at the vibrant bouquet in his slightly clenched hands. You took them from him and set them in the sink to properly take care of them. “Oh where are my manners? I didn’t introduce you to Kyle.”

“You don’t need to,” Jason mumbled, looking at you with a soft smile, “We know each other.”

“You do?”

“Yeah, we were involved with some heavy business a couple months back,” Jason informed you, his gaze becoming sharper the longer he stared at the man doodling in the corner. “What’s he doing here? Is he your partner in the League?”

A sheepish laugh came from your throat, “Uh, yeah. Kyle and I are partners…he’s actually my boyfriend…”

Jason died on the inside.

“We’ve been keeping a low profile about it, that’s why I didn’t say anything about it to you…” You told him, “You can’t tell anyone though, especially not Bruce; you know how he is with snooping in other people’s business…”

Jason stood there, his nerves taking control, “Uh, yeah, your secret is safe with me…and speaking of Bruce, he wanted to talk to me, it was something urgent. He’s probably gonna rip into me about being late like old times, but I can take it.”

Your smile slightly fell, “Are you sure you can’t stay? Bruce has three other people to go to.” You stood in front of him, your hand resting on your hip. You knew he wasn’t going to budge, but you wanted to at least try, “I promise not to keep you long.”

“It’s a personal matter, don’t worry, we’ll hang out again.” Jason’s lips formed a tight line as he looked over at Kyle once more before finally letting himself accept his defeat. “At least I know you’re okay…”

“It was good to see you, Jason,” You told him, stepping closer. You placed your hand on his arm and felt him tense up at your touch. Wrapping your arms around him, you gave him a firm squeeze and leaned up to give him a light kiss on his cheek, “You be good, or at least try to be. Tell Bruce I said hi.”

Jason smiled, nodding at your words, but paying them no mind. Your hug felt different to him; it felt colder than before, it didn’t bring him as much happiness as it used to and the kiss on the cheek didn’t show a sign of hope but a sign of friendly boundaries that he believed he could never cross.

Mumbling a half-hearted goodbye to Kyle, Jason left with his heart and dreams shattered. He did everything in his power to not turn around and storm back up those steps and still tell you how he felt, but he realized that it would’ve been childish of him to do so; it would be something his past self would do. So he carried on, jumping into his car and driving far from your place, trying to put distance between himself and his tainted dream.

It took a few days and nights for Jason to fully process what his relationship between you and him would become. He was thankful that you were at least happy in your life; he was heartbroken that he couldn’t be the source of your happiness though. He was almost wishing that he was selfish enough to rob you of your happiness in favor of his, but his love for you was stronger than his desire to be happy.

Sitting on the rooftop across from your apartment complex with a clear view into your apartment, he sat on the edge, fumbling with his gloved fingers as he watched you and Kyle move about inside. His gaze saw you dancing around the kitchen, flour covering your clothing and skin in various patches while Kyle sat on top of the table, eating what you were baking. Music was blaring inside the place, but it was muffled to Jason on the outside.

Jason’s fists gripped the edge of the room in slight anger and pain. He watched Kyle hop off the table and slowly make his way to stand behind you, placing his hands on your hips while you continued on with baking. That smile on your face killed Jason. Kyle craned his head around your shoulder to take in your messy look before giving you a peck on your lips. Jason could hear your little laugh all the way by him, just ringing in his ears. He saw you spin around and begin to pull Kyle’s lips towards your own and the minute your lips connected, Jason turned away, his heart aching.

With a heavy sigh, Jason stood up and dusted his pants off, turned away from your apartment. He began to walk away, telling himself that he knew he never should’ve come back to Gotham. There was nothing left for him except for a painful past. Seeing you kiss Kyle…he felt like he just died for a second time. He regretted ever coming back for you.

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blelight · 5 years ago

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yo so ive wanted to organise my shit for a while now

blog 1: @blelight this is my main blog where i post about voltron legendary disappointment until i get into a new fandom where i get as obsessed as i was of vld back when i started watching in s3

i post marvel here. i also post memes and co. i was thinking of making a marvel blog but ive already posted so much marvel stuff in this one it just seems like a lot of work, but hey maybe i will do it.i also occasionally(read:rarely) post adventure time but i havent watched it yet everything i know about this show other than the lgbt part, is from when i used to watch it, on tv when i was younger.

blog 2: @jasonsabscankillme you know i used that name because???? i needed a name and told my self that i would change it some day, this just sounds like im thirsty. and straight. anyway this is my percy jackson and co. blog i havent read the kane chronicles or the magnus chase stuff and hmmmm... i had a weird phase where i shipped jason and percy and i blame it on that one fanfiction myfriend sent to me but im back on my percabeth bs

blog 3: @yoi-on-ice, i meant to also change this ones name coz i started posting no.6 content on here too but i couldnt think of a name. right so this is for yuri on ice, no. 6 and just any anime content that i dont have a blog for like lets say i saw spirited away, but i didnt like it that much that i decided to make a blog for it, and since i barely come across any no.6/ yuri on ice content, this is also an anime blog

blog 4: @haikyuu-are-a-dumbass obviously my haikyuu blog. i dont really have much to it, ig i ship anything really its all so cute you know. ive also started reading the manga and altho im just in chapter 30 something i might start live blogging idk

blog 5: @mygentlemanwerewolfremus this is my harry potter blog. i dont really ship anything but wolfstar, but you’re mostly looking for shit posts on this blog. im also looking to change this ones name its way too long.

blog 6: @devil-mancrybaby this is my blog for dcmb but i was thinking that i should also post other dark themed anime content, because theres barely any fan service in this fandom. at least what ive come across. so ill mostly be posting death note and tokyo ghoul there also.

blog 7: @avatarkiyoshii i literally named it this because wtf why are they no available names for this, altho i made this a year ago and im 100 percent sure i barely tried lmao fml anyway i post avatar; the last airbender and legend of korra. again looking to change the url

blog 8: @she-ra-proncess this is obviously my she ra blog, one of my top 3 most active blogs, altho its mostly shitposts.

blog 9: @dragonpronce my other blog thats in my top 3 most active. this is for my the dragon prince content.

blog 10: @bnhx this is for my boku no hero academia content. the girls are absolute sweet hearts and badasses so expect a lot of them

blog 11: @bananafieh i post bf content oon here altho its very rare but i still do post

blog 12: @carmen-sand (bruh idk if this links to my blog omg for my recentblogs i havent edited them, no icons and shit im going to do that right after i post this) this is for carmen sandiego. its a new show. sorta

blog 13: @mobpsycho100000000 this is for mob psycho 100. its an anime

blog 14: @freeeeee-eee bruh i honestly dont think ive posted anything here, but this is for the anime free, might delete later

blog 15: @onepunchgenos this is for the anime one punch man, it has a lot less fan content than i expected but whatever, maybe im not searching properly.

(i made this a few months ago and got too lazy to upload it so i just pasted it on word and moved on, i found it again, and finally decided to post it coz i honestly dont know what blogs i own but from 3 months ago)

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1358456 · 5 years ago

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Review Response, July 28 - Aug 3, 2019

Not a lot happened, but hey. Another week.

Destiny #015

1) Hold the fuck up. Wait wait, just for a minute. There was a lot of shit that just happened and I'm precessing it. But lemme get this one thing straight. Sapphire is NOT dead. Obviously Peter would want her alive for Kyogre, but before that little but of info. I was CONVINCED that she was dead. I mean, I was just sitting there in shock and like telling myself "Yep, this is the point where I cry." but I didn't. And she's not dead. So I am assuming that the actual deaths in this fic are going to very... well I dunno how to say it. But it's going to be sad. But still on the topic of Sapphire, I am so happy she managed to (somewhat) get over her fear of salamence! This is a huge step for her! And it's really symbolic in the way that she was the one who defended Ruby from that claw, and just hmm so happy for her. Well, my happiness is taken with a bucket of salt as to how badly injured she is, but i'm happy nonetheless.

Oh! And something I forgot to mention in my last review was about the gym leaders, if the dexholders are going to win against Peter. They'll need the help of the gym leaders. And isn't it just funny that right as I was going to say that Sabrina saved them. Oooof if she hadn't saved them, then Blue would have been completely right. There would be mope than just a couple (if not many) deaths at that battle. They fought bravely, but dam are they underprepared.

Speaking of Blue, I found it sweet, but irritating for sure, that Blue was worried over Silver and (to some extent) Red. These were the things I was thinking before. What did they do to you? And here she was betraying them. And although she should have thought of the other dexholders and told them to flee, at least she told those two. I understand her reasoning-I need not to repeat it as Blue has said it multiple times, not to mention the whole controlling watchamacallit-but grrr. These were younguns that had no part in this battle and you didn't even wish them good luck. Well, she sort of did at the end. With the whole wishing for Sabrina to rescue them. Which I actually found interesting that she recognized as Sabrina's doing. It's no brainer, but stilll... interesting.

And the highly anticipated moment for me has arrived. The confrontation between Blue and Green! It was marred by the fact that I had to stop halfway through for something, but the moment was great for me nonetheless. And I thought you put up a great point during this! With Green saying why Blue was going to such lengths for revenge, I thought was a great way of explaining things to the reader. That may or not have been your intention I'm not sure, but I still thought that was nice. Because sometimes authors find lazy ways to justify a character's actions-or lack thereof-and it leaves the reader confused. Or if not confused, it sort of ruins the story for them as they realize that if it were not for that single action, half the drama in the story would not have occurred. But it was nice to see her response to it, and have her realize sort of what she was doing, and that she didn't really mean for it, but that she was just hurt. Perhaps there was no need tho as it was obvious that she was just hurt from the start. Well, I just wasted an entire paragraph on that, but I'll keep it here anyways as it's something that happens quite often in stories. And that pisses me off.

Oof, now tbh. i have nothing more to say on your writing. I've already touched on it a lot on my past reviews, and i feel I have not much more to say about it. I mean it's so hard to find good writing about pokemon, on , and you're one of the few I know. Anyways, thank you again.

Yep. Sapphire is NOT dead! Dex Holder blood has been shed, but no one died yet! And yes, Sapphire stands up to Salamence, which is a development that ORAS lacked (among many, many things), and also unlike ORAS, the claw actually hit her instead of pretending like it did for about a minute.

It’s the kind of underlying theme in Destiny. A casual player can never be prepared against someone who utilizes the full game mechanics. And every single Dex Holder is a casual. And so... they are not prepared. And yes, Gym Leaders can help, but... not by THAT much in terms of direct force.

Blue being hostile to the juniors is... well, another misunderstanding that could be cleared if she just got to talk to Red or Green. She was isolated from them for so long, and then finds out that Mega Evolution existed during the whole Mega Hunter event, and also finds out that there were far more junior Dex Holders after the Hoenn cast, and that said juniors were fighting alongside the others. It’s not much of a leap that the first thing she’ll think is “I have a lot more juniors and no one ever told me”. Ouch, huh?

Poor Blue, huh? She’s just so... hurt, with no one to really rely on. And... well, I do try to explain in-story why everything is happening. If I forget, I try to have it explained in the next chapter or something. ... And I better keep doing that, then!

Hehe. Thank you!

2) Lmao I'm so sorry, I don't edit reviews and going back and looking at all the typing mistakes is yikes.

Haha. I noticed. But it’s fine. As long as a sentence isn’t so riddled with typos that it just leaves me scratching my head, it’s fine.

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Destiny #016

1) Well. Shit. I always suspected that fighting Peter upfront would do them no good. It's obvious. I've said it before there's no way. But that brings me to the huge thing that's happening in Kalos. I have no fucking idea what this one's gonna be. Nada. Pretty much anything about Peter you write so well the the reader cannot guess jack shit about his past, and what he's going to do. Much less his MOTIVE. Basically get the legendaries blah blah we've seen it a million times before, but for WHAT. This time's it's different. It's not some stupid ass reason that the writers put in as a shitty reason, this time it's obviously more sinister and he might actually accomplish it before the dexholders can stop him. That's what I imagine, that he actually does whatever he's going to do, and it's all chaos for a bit. But then the dexholders pull their shit together and manage to ruin that. Now this is one of my less convincing theories, because as I said. I have no idea what's gonna happen. But the way this is going, thats how I feel it will be.

Also like, I am so excited for the part where Blue and Green make up. I'm sure it'll happen. That's inevitable. I'm just not sure how, and I'm a sucker for oldrival so that'll be a treat,,,, (tho I know they're not a pairing in this fic, just let a girl dream)

One last thing before I end this, I just keep thinking that, I'm not even halfway through and so much has already happened. What the fuck is gonna happen next. Obviously a lot and it worriesssss meeeee. These are the things that keep me up at night, that's a lot of time for injuries and death and whatnot. (Obviously I'm exaggerating my sleep is unharmed by this fic lmao). But that's also a lot of time for plot and explanations. Oh boi am I excited for the explanations. Like actually, I wanna know why.

Anyways, thank you as always.

I try to write stuff like this partly as if this was an RTS game. SA did this, Destiny did it, and Legacy does and will do it. The story is mostly focused on the Dex Holders, with occasional tidbits from the bad guys. So the story is told from the Dex Holder perspective, so if they don’t know something, the readers won’t either. Mostly. It’s like the fog of war in RTS. You don’t know what the opponent is doing, and vice-versa. ... Or so you’d hope, anyways. You don’t know what’s going on in Kalos? That’s because the Dex Holders don’t. As the Dex Holders uncover “the plot”, so do the readers!

I* won’t burst your bubble, so don’t worry. I will make it grow bigger instead. They DO get to reconcile** soon***.

Indeed it’s a LOT of time for injuries and/or death and/or fates worse than death. And I try to avoid having a death occur “too soon” unless it’s absolutely necessary for the rest of the plot. So... there is still time~!

I look forward to seeing more reviews from you! You’re starting to get into the “good stuff”! ... I think.

#qna

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pwnyta · 6 years ago

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do you remember the anon who asked you to rate characters based on design? can you do the same thing with Voltron? please

YES!

UNDER THE CUT! (in the order of my screencap folders)

Excellent colors, love his silly hair, he buff. Hes the reason I kept watching but his personality had a lot to do with that but his design is stellar in everything he wears.

Everything about Keiths design makes me think of G Gundam and I fucking love it. His stupid fucking anime mullet, the silly jacket, his fucking attitude he just exudes when hes not even saying anything. Its funny as hell and also amazing. Its like the fused Domon and Kyoji. I love it.

Adorable physically but I hate that civvie outfit. I dont understand it at all. LMAO She looks stellar in her armor and the new uniform though and in her past dresses. ...Silly ass shorts.

Love this chonky boy. I like his outfit better without the vest but overall I think his design is cute. The green vest is just one too many for the colors to me... maybe if it matched his gloves.

I actually love Lances design. His lanky ass, his stupid choppy hair with the side bits. The colors work for me... his tiny pupil eyes are weird to me but thats so nitpicky its unbelievable. Shame about that early personality and a good chunk of his fandom though.

I love her and everything about her design. The soft pinks and blues, her off white hair with the blue tinge, blue eyes... YEAH KNOW I GUESS IT WASNT THAT HARD OF A JUMP TO MAKE HER THE BLUE PALADIN. I really liked her dress and I kinda miss it. Im glad she got rid of that weak tiara tho. The earrings are great.

Hes another one who reminds me of G Gundam but his design is more annoying but I think thats on purpose because he can be kind of annoying... not in insufferable way. I really like his outfit, he face and hair meh.

Altean folder-

I absolutely hate her hair its so damn extra.... but everything else is stellar. Her color pallet is really pleasing (not in this washed out light but usually)

Absolutely stunning. I like her outfits but her biggest design points come from that gorgeous face. ....SHES SO DAMN HOT ITS UNBELIEVABLE.

The armor? Meh. His face and hair? 10/10. Very cute. Very simple. Reminds me of old man Tony in AHoT! So of course I love it. //bias judge

1/10 just an Allura clone? I actually like her dress though. Thats where the one point comes from. Except for the mid part... if youre gonna do a design on the middle part commit to it. It looks like there was supposed to be a lacing part like a corset but they gave up.

Galra-

Ulaz design is one of my absolute favorites, I love the shapes on him especially his really angular face... but he looks sick as fuck with this mask too.. hes got a real intimidating, elegant charm to him. ... I miss Ulaz.

Kolivans design... while I like it cuz Im a sucker for a big buff boy... is so fucking weird. The weird crown part to his head is bizarre but not unpleasant. The red on his face looks cool and gives him a whole war-paint look but I just dont like red that much LMAO and with everything else going on with his head its a little cluttery but maybe its the scars fault... they shoulda made it more deep looking so it doesnt blend in with his markings so much? MAYBE.

Im on the fence honestly.My first instinct is to think hes a rather handsome cat boy... but his lack of defined ears and the weird spikes on his head is weird. I know its just wacky Galra bullshit but.... I mean I like it its simple... but if his ears are the the pointy bits on his head I wish they were more pronounced so I would just think hes got no ears and Wolverine hair. LMAO

I love Sendaks design. He looks fucking WILD. He does Kolivans weird crown thing better and scar thing better. Hes amazing and such a fluffy lad. What a bastard... but I love it. His cool ass arm too! Gosh hes a cool fella.

Zarkon... MEH. I dont have much to say about it. I like the fluffier Garla looks better. Its weird that some are totally scaly/leathery and then some are fuzzy/downright fluffy... Im guessing there was an equator and like hot places and cold places on... GALRA PLANET which would evolve different Galra types but still... I LIKE THE FLUFF. His last form when he was like full fucking zombie fighting Lotor... was pretty sick though.

SPEAKING OF

Such a boring design. I didnt care for Zarkons design but its not boring and your mommas PERFECTION. Why are you so boring.

FUCKING AMAZING. Shes got a lot of colors on her but they really enhance her mermaid/Galra cross better because their just little dashes of color and not overbearing. The dark blueish purple with the bright pink under looks amazing... that chick from She-Ra has a similar hair do but the more pastel look makes it kinda weird... this dark/vivid contrast is much better. Zethrid is amazing.

AHHHHH I fucking love these bitches. Theyre so fucking cool. THATS HER ACTUAL FACE. Shes a cat/snake furry and shes everything. #Justice for Narti!!! The fucking tail and her crazy Nightcrawler feet her little kitty ears... Just PURE EXCELLENCE.

SO FUCKING WEIRD BUT AMAZING. Again she somehow pulls off a lot of color better than most probably due to it being just markings and they go well with her eyes. I like her new outfit but her old uniform looked a lot cooler with her design.

LMAO I dont have a good pic of Acxa... Honestly... her design is fine but her being introduced with the rest of Lotors generals... just a bad idea. She looks lazy and boring comparatively. Shes fine by herself.

GG-

The newbies-

Kinkade- Gorgeous. Looks great in the flightsuit... wish we had a civvie outfit.Rizavi- Adorable.

Leifsdottir- Outrageously cute.

Griffin- Handsome.Theres not much to say about these guys TBH Theyre all fine but they lack personality without a casual outfit.

Again hes fine but I wish we coulda seen him dressed casually. I love a bitch in glasses though.

Iverson... MEH. Hes doggo approved though so does my opinion even matter??

Matts last desgin is amazing. I liked all of them though... I dont usually like long hair over short but I like how he adopted Pidges style like Pidge adopted his. Thats pretty neat.

The rest of my folders are a mess so Imma stop here.

#Shots fired..

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ichliebdich · 6 years ago

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gimme some STONY

Send in two (or more) names and I’ll fill all this out about the ship!

general

rate the ship

how long will they last?

quite a long time until they have a falling out where the argument is suffocating their relationship. at that point, steve would have to be the one to initiate the break up because tony wouldn’t even think of leaving him no matter what, he doesn’t want to let him go and he doesn’t want to see him go.

how quickly did/will they fall in love?

about as fast as watching paint dry or the grass grow. they don’t realize it until long after and even so, they’d deny it, tony more so than steve.

how was their first kiss?

after going through their signature arguments, tony gets frustrated to the point where he just grabs steve by his face and kisses him. it was a very awkward moment, especially for tony considering he just realized what he just did and he’s internally suffering at that point. steve just stands there with tony’s hand still on his face, ( sexually ) confused and stunned. they haven’t admit it, but they liked it.

wedding:

who proposed?

you would think it’d be steve, but it’s actually tony! he likes to show off but at the same time, he’s pretty straightforward about it, so he’ll lay it out on steve with a very, VERY expensive ring.

who is/are the best man/men?

rhodey, thor, t’challa and bucky. peter is their ring boy. :’)

who is/are the maids?

pepper is the maid of honor. shuri, nataliya and pretty much the rest of the girls in marvel are the maids!

who did the most planning?

tony –– steve would try to include himself but tony would not let him, he’s not fixing to have an old fashioned wedding, NOT ON HIS WATCH. he wants it to be modern and even better!

who stressed the most?

tony. he’s a huge perfectionist. he sees ONE thing out of place or any mistake whatsoever and he’ll have a midlife crisis. steve is trying to calm his fiancé down as if it’s not a big deal.

tony: BUT IT IS A BIG DEAL, I NEED THIS TO BE PERFECT, STEVE, NOT FOR ME BUT FOR THE BOTH OF US.

steve: …. tony, are you on your cycle?

tony:

how fancy was the ceremony?

back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | normal church wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | kate and william wish they were this big.

who was specifically not invited to the wedding?

deadpool. my poor boy…

sex

who is on top?

we all know it’s steve from how much tony wants it.

who is the one to instigate things?

tony’s always vaguely asking for it. if only you can see the way he “unintentionally” leans forward on the counter, showing off his ass or the way he runs his hand over steve’s arm or gives him a few pats on the butt LMAO

how healthy is their sex life?

barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | they are humping each other on the couch right now

how kinky are they?

straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

how long do they normally last?

sometimes it’ll be brief ( typically 5-10 minutes more or less ), other times it’ll be long––it depends on their mood. but if tony’s in one of those “moods” where he keeps telling steve what to do when he’s not quite satisfied until steve has enough of it…

do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms?

not particularly. tony would try but he’d always end up forgetting about it because his head would end up being too clouded to remember. steve doesn’t really think or are about it, he’ll give and he’ll have something in return regardless.

how rough are they in bed?

softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | the bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne johnson blush. also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it.

how much cuddling/snuggling do they do?

no touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | a little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | they snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.

children:

how many children will they have naturally?

well they can’t exactly reproduce, so none.

how many children will they adopt?

one or two –– three is the maximum.

who gets stuck with the most diapers?

STEVE. tony refuses to go near them, he has no desire of dealing with the struggle, let alone risking the chance of getting peed on.

who is the stricter parent?

out of the two, probably tony even though he’s laid back himself. that doesn’t mean that the child would be able to do whatever they want though, there’s always a limit to what they can do.

who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school?

both of them.

who remembers to pack the lunch(es)?

both do but it’s not like they’d ever forget because there’s f.r.i.d.a.y. to help keep in check too!

who is the more loved parent?

both! steve and tony are best dads.

who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings?

either or. if tony’s too busy, steve would go and vice versa but both would go when given the chance.

who cried the most at graduation?

tony, he’s weeping on steve’s shoulder. watching them grow is too much for him…

who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law?

BOTH. no way either of them are gonna allow them to get in that sort of trouble… tony would be so dramatic as to show up in his iron man suit BECAUSE HE’S HAVING NONE OF THAT, meanwhile, steve would simply step in and stop them from doing anything reckless.

cooking:

who does the most cooking?

y’all know it be stevie :>

who is the most picky in their food choice?

tony… he’d literally tell steve what he wants and how he likes it, but sometimes he’d change his mind so it becomes a hassle for steve. and if tony gets what he doesn’t want or feel like eating, he’d whine about it until steve shuts him up by shoving the food in his mouth because Enough is Enough™

who does the grocery shopping?

sometimes steve but tony just has f.r.i.d.a.y. order for them.

how often do they bake desserts?

once in a while for certain occasions or if they feel like it.

are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater?

they’re pretty much both. they like themselves a properly balanced meal.

who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner?

tony! he’d be cheesy about it too. he had to stall steve when he’s out, cause he kept burning the food. he could’ve just ordered fancy food, but he wanted it to be special and personal. he tries hard, at least.

who is more likely to suggest going out?

sometimes both or either of them, but mostly tony. he likes homemade food, but having a nice variety of cuisines from many of his favorite restaurants would be refreshing and nice to have every so often or at least once in a while.

who is more likely to burn the house down accidentally while cooking?

tony…… he’s almost done it about five times. luckily his own house is “smart” enough to prevent it from happening

chores:

who cleans the room?

steve does it mainly because it keeps him active inside. tony doesn’t because he’s too full of himself. and too lazy. #bigmood.

who is really against chores?

tony’s against doing them. steve asks him to do one small task and tony’ll sigh in exasperation as if he was asked to run a marathon across the world. he’d decline the demand by using “i’m busy!” as an excuse when he’s not even busy.

who cleans up after the pets?

steve… starting to look like he’s the housewife here haha.

who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug?

tony, but then he’d get called out by f.r.i.d.a.y.

who stresses the most when guests are coming over?

tony! he expects the place to be clean for the most part and thats when he ACTUALLY cleans the house––tony makes steve help because he doesn’t want one spec of dust anywhere at all (bless steve’s soul for having to deal with tony’s pushy ass).

who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning?

steve!

tony: oh look, you got your daily allowance.

steve:

misc:

who takes the longer showers/baths?

definitely tony. he likes to soak in and relax. steve makes it short and brief unless tony makes him take a bath with him.

who takes the dog out for a walk?

steve. tony’s always busy with some kind of work.

how often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays?

as often as they can, unless something bad doesn’t come up.

what are their goals for the relationship?

to tolerate each other? they like to see how well they could negotiate in any situation they would argue. who knows, maybe there will come a time where they won’t argue over tony’s decisions or steve’s actions. (NOT).

who is most likely to sleep till noon?

tony, he’s such a sleepy head after using so much of his head. steve would take the time to do whatever he likes without getting judged or commented on for it LOL

who plays the most pranks?

ooh, this is interesting –– tony would initiate the pranks, mostly with his creations while some are other stuff and steve would always make a comeback for them.

#this was a RIDE #casiks #answered.#stony.#stony #long post

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