#I could talk about this playlist for hours

[kivrumi]

GEEK! SATORU GOJO / FEM! READER ᗢ𓄹 ׅ ࣪ ˖ ⊹

⚠️ WARNINGS: no actual smut in part 2 mb... (part 3 defo tho) masturbation beside you, you catch him, dirty fantasies and thoughts, pervert behaviour, panty stealing, down bad Satoru, submissive Gojo, NSFW, virgin Gojo who is severely downbad for reader. so so so FLUFFY

A little bit of Geto/Sukuna x reader

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3

geek!gojo who is staring at your Instagram. Is it appropriate to follow you after one conversation with you? He stalks your social media daily anyways, what difference does it make? Nevermind, Gojo is too much of a pussy to make that kind of move.

geek!gojo who gets little "hi"s and waves from you now. Your friends have become salty realising your small friendship with the white haired man, it only fuels Gojo to be more cocky (in his head).

Listen, geek!gojo is very attractive. Everyone knows it! People that have never heard of him approach him for his good looks, but immediately back down when he starts yapping about the most irrelevant shit. No one could handle him, to that point they didn't even want him if it came with dealing with that bullshit.

geek!gojo who thought he would never find someone to match his freak... until you guys first talked.

geek!gojo who has already made a playlist for you. Songs he found out you like and songs he likes merged in one, this playlist is NOT for you to see. Its just what he listens to in order to fall asleep every night.

geek!gojo who wonders why Suguru has been more dry and avoidant lately, ever since Gojo told him about his relationship development with you. Oh well, it's probably nothing!

geek!gojo who still can't find himself to go up to you. So, you were the first to strike up a conversation. You are... inviting him to a party?

geek!gojo who has never been to a party. The most social event in his life is his weekly club where all the other geeks join (there are only two others)

geek!gojo who accepts your invite immediately, he would be a fool to say no.

geek!gojo who is taking forever to decide on what to wear for the day.

Then the day of the party finally arrives...

"Gojo hey, where you going?" you ask as you eye his... intresting pick of attire. Gojo notices how your outfit is way more casual, tank top, skirt and god those thigh highs. Your tank top was enchanting your breasts, he just wanted to throw his head in them to avoid having to see people glace at his stupid idea of clothing.

geek!gojo who wore a suit to a frat party.

Is this not what people wore to parties? Oh my god he is so embarrassed right now, he is definitely about to leave. Walking out, he bumps into you!

"Oh nowhere uh" He replies, scratching the back of his head, sweating.

"Good, come on" then you wrapped your arm around his arm to drag him further into the party, causing his blush to openly show on his face. "I like your suit Gojo, if i knew you would dress classy i would've worn a nice dress to go along with it".

geek!gojo who cant handle the mere thought of you actively trying to match with him. I mean, you could always match classy attire after this, perhaps at a restaurant with just the two of you.

you who got dragged away by your lame friends about seven minutes in on you and Gojo just discussing about random media topics.

geek!gojo who is all alone at this party now.

geek!gojo who invited Geto over text, just to get left on read.

geek!gojo who has been wandering around the place for about half an hour now, and he finally sees you.

you who was on Sukunas lap. Fuck, the rumours were right?

he had the urge to just drink to get drunk but Gojo just doesn't drink at all, he liked imagining it tho.

geek!gojo who explores the house deeper, this was your house, right?

nevermind, there is a portrait of Toji by one of the beds. Toji is just another nuisance part of your friendgroup.

geek!gojo who just sits on the floor of a random guest bedroom and curls up into himself. He is alone at a big party but doesnt have the strength to leave when your pretty self personally invited him.

geek!gojo who falls asleep on the floor, only to be waken up by your tiny hand resting on his forehead.

"Gojo, you okay?" he hears you ask as his eyes slowly flutter open. You were checking his temperature, was he feeling unwell.

geek!gojo who is heating up at the idea of you caring for him and taking your time to see if he feels alright. Him heating up just makes you more suspicious of a fever.

geek!gojo mumbles under his breath.

"You're so perfect" but of course you couldn't catch what he said. You just started sitting by him, staring out to he distance with him.

geek!gojo who didn't realise how tired he was till your shoulder was right by his, now his head slowly leaning onto you, fighting himself to stay awake.

He falls asleep again on your shoulder.

geek!gojo who has no idea what time it is, but he is at the back of a cab now? Next to... you?

"Oh you're finally awake Gojo," You said glancing at him, Gojo looked around and then to his Pikachu watch.

4:32 a.m.

The driver said something about it being your stop. Did you take him to your house? Gojo who questions why he was at your house when you both left the car.

"Huh? I asked you Gojo, i woke you up and said we needed to get a cab then you kept begging not to be left alone. Then i asked if you wanted to just stay over mine and well you seemed to really want that"

of course he had to be an idiot half(?) sleep walking.

"You change your mind?" You ask, obviously not wanting Gojo to be uncomfortable in your home.

"No no i uh dont want to be alone tonight aha..m as i said... uhh call me Satoru, by the way," he quickly added nervously, he didn't like how you always called him Gojo.

geek!satoru who is now awkwardly sitting on your couch, being persistent about sleeping there and not on your bed with you. He would definitely get a boner just by being in your room. God even this couch smells like you, his pants already feel stiff.

"Okay well if you find it uncomfortable don't be shy to hop in my bed, its big enough for the two of us"

geek!satoru who is soooo uncomfortable on this couch. Was it genuinely made out of rock? Soon as you let him into your heart he will take you couch shopping, prices are on him.

geek!satoru who gets bored because he seriously can't sleep. He looks around your living room, it seems like you alone, do you have a job thats currently making you able to afford it?

geek!satoru who ends up snooping around everywhere. When he gets to the bathroom he is amazed by the scents of shampoo and just the idea you've been naked in here many of times. Yes, he got hard from that mere thought.

geek!satoru who spotted... your panties... right ontop of the laundry basket.

geek!satoru who didn't think twice, although his mind keeps cussing him telling him to stop, before grabbing your panties and unbuckling his belt.

geek!satoru who is leaning on the door, panties on his dick, imagining you were right beside him jacking him off saying sweet evil words in his ear. His moans had to be kept to himself, he only let out shaky breaths or a quiet 'please'. He doesn't know if he should edge himself or overstimulate himself, what would you do to him? He needs to do this accurately...

geek!satoru who has already came twice in your panties. No use washing them now, he might aswell pocket them.

geek!satoru who leaves the bathroom only to be surprised by your face out of nowhere. It was honestly life threatening how beautiful you look extremely tired, messy hair, confused face, baggy shirt and PJ shorts.

"Satoru you're still awake?" You look up and down at him and let out an 'oh'. Oh shit, Was what he did obvious?? "I'm so sorry Satoru i forgot you were wearing a suit... come let me find you something better," And with that you grabbed his trembling hand and took him to your bedroom.

...

YOUR bedroom.

geek!satoru who is at the edge of your bed as you rummage through your wardrobe. He is looking around your room, seeing all of your special intrests displayed in posters, figurines and random other stuff. As much as he was intrested in your room he honestly did this to distract himself from you bending over in your shorts finding him clothes.

"Sometimes i buy oversized shirts so that will do, not sure about bottoms tho," You say as you throw an oversides shirt to him, he immediately strips himself from his suit and tie.

geek!satoru who can't see your wondering eyes as you strip, he wouldn't even dare to think you have intrest in him despite him knowing of his own good looks.

but damn your eyes are glued to his toned chest before he covers himself. Damn you needed more than that.

"Oh look at that i found some oversized PJs that my friend left over!" Now just who was that friend? An ex? Someone you were intrested in or that friend took intrest in you? Satoru didn't want those nasty PJs but you were offering who was he to deny. He would rather die than deny your attempt to help.

You look away as he strips the rest of his clothes, and once he changed into the PJs you looked over toward him. Is it weird you like him in your shirt, although its a bit too tight for him due to his toned chest. You wouldn't mind him topless too.

geek!satoru who does not want to go back to the couch aka hell. But he is to shy to ask to sleep beside you. Luckily, you feel the same way.

"Satoru please take the bed, ill take the couch dont worry"

"N-no- it's fine ill uhm. I don't mind.. sharing the bed now" Why was that so hard to say.

Satoru has found himself tucked under your sheets now, your side still empty as your walking around your room doing god knows what.

Finally, you go to rest right beside him, both of you sharing one blanket.

6:13 a.m.

geek!satoru can't sleep now due to you being right beside him. He tries blocking out his perverted thoughts but how can he help it when he can feel the warmth of your body, the scent of your hair, him being drowned in your bed and shirt.

It seemed like you was asleep, would it be okay to... touch himself quietly?

To be honest that's just how he tries sleeping every night, it works the best.

geek!satoru slowly slid down the PJs and palmed himself through his digimon boxers with a light grunt. He had to stay quiet, you was sleeping so soundly beside him, he wouldn't want you to waste any sleep.

He peeled his boxers off his hand immediately reached for his pink strained dick, he couldn't stop moving his hand up and down, his hips buckled into his fist as his teeth gripped his lips harshly. His other hand reached for the bed, his tip kept sliding against the blanket on top of him, leaving a sticky patch. The pleasure was overwhelming, and the force to stay quiet was too difficult. He quietly whispered your name as his thumb moved towards his tip, he keeps trying to imagine what you would do to him, how would you jerk him off?

geek!satoru got a bit careless, his thrusts got harsher and his moans got louder. He whined at how good he felt, and your name seemed to never leave his tongue.

"Satoru?"

With his name being uttered by your pretty lips he felt his high, his body shook from pleasure and his breathing hitched. He let out a needy whimper, stroking himself to finish off properly. But now his high was done, he realised not only did he stain your sheets, you watched it happen.

He slowly looks over to you, you couldn't see his dick as he was still under the sheets but the way he was acting, thrusting and moaning it was definitely obvious what he was doing. He made it very obvious he was getting off to you too with the amount of times he called your name.

You was a bit quiet, you seemed to be thinking about what exactly to say or to do to handle this situation.

What the fuck. Maybe you were nastier than him.

"Want me to help you.. Toru...?"

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PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3

note: i know i said smut in part 2 but i didnt want to rush it too much i apologise. IF YOU WERE TAGGED IN THIS YOU WILL BE TAGGED FOR ANY OTHER PARTS.

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[lucimaaie]

calling ✧.* spiderwoman au

pairings - ellie williams x fem!reader

summary - you finally take ellie to meet your parents.

warnings - "your mom" gets used a lot, awkward ellie cause i love her that way, 3k word count, a bit of angst

playlist | spidey masterlist

With Ellie feeling better, things had gotten to be a new sort of normal. As normal as they could be considering. Yeah, you still woke up at night haunted by the sinister reminders of her getting hurt and she still snuck off in the wee hours of the morning to do ‘research.’ Neither of you wanted to talk about it. Other than that, your relationship was as good as can be. 

So good that you had decided to call up your parents again and set a date to have dinner with them at the end of the week, along with Ellie of course. Insert minor anxiety that climbed its way into your mind and spread like a bad virus. How would they react to her? Would they ask about the injury? You could imagine the embarrassment when your dad shamelessly went into his passionate rant about how high the crime rates were these days. 

Despite your anticipated unease, you had laid out your and Ellie’s clothes days before, bought at least something to not come up empty handed, and ran down your list of no-no topics at least twice. You knew your constant reminders were starting to annoy Ellie, but you wanted everything to be perfect. If not perfect, at least peaceful. 

"The air's gonna be blasting. You're gonna thank me for this." You were knee deep in the front closet you'd stacked up boxes neither of you wanted to deal with. That was including puffy ass jackets that caused you overheat even in winter and others you have no what demon compelled you to buy. 

"Who wears a jacket inside in the summer?" Ellie yelled from the kitchen. 

"People who have lived in a glorified icebox all their life..so me!" You yelled, thoughtlessly ripping through boxes to rummage through them in seconds. Nothing came up. You groaned, pushing them back to as much a neat state as you could, when the sound of a heavy clatter made your head snap in the direction of it. 

The luminescent blue made your limbs stiff as you started to remember where you’d seen it before. That glow that lit up the whole hallway in spite of its small size made your stomach churn in recognition. You didn’t want to think about that night, so you hastily reached for the orb and threw it into the first open box you saw, shutting the closet door behind you. 

“Bad news.” You came around the corner in what you hoped was a composed stroll.  “You might have to freeze your ass off.”

"Oh no, how will we survive in 70 degree weather?" Ellie murmured from the other side of the living room, using the window’s reflection to button up her shirt all the way up to the collar. She gnawed on her lip, brows furrowed in concentration, allowing you to sneak up on her. Or at least try. She always seemed to have a sense around these things. 

You placed your head on her shoulder, taking in the scent of her. Her natural smell was easy to pick out even under the sweet, citrusy lotion she had stolen from you. You took in a dramatic whiff and nosed at her ticklish neck just to hear her try to hold herself back from laughing. As expected, Ellie’s shoulder came up to shut your head out.  “Alright, alright.” You leaned your head on her back instead, wrapping your arms around her waist. 

“You ready to go?” 

“Ready is generous.” She talked through a deep sigh, swatting off imaginary dirt off her shirt in an attempt to make herself look presentable. She could fuss with her shirt for hours if you let her. If you had been tossing and turning, she had been grinding her teeth in and out of her sleep. 

Your hands came up to grab her wrists. “I don’t think choking one a button on is gonna get you outta this.” Your hands on her shoulders turned around to face you. A grin came to your lips as you undid a button or two, adjusting her collar so that it looked natural. One look at her confirmed she was indeed ready to meet the tough pair you’d been raised by. “You’re ready.” Before she could protest, you subdued her with a peck and keys in her hand. 

Ellie opened her mouth, starting to come up with a reply to your blind confidence in her, but she came up with nothing. She’d let you have your way this time. 

The modest stature of your childhood home gave no justice to the bustling energy on the inside. Ellie’s eyes searched the exterior, taking in all the signs that a family had been here: a worn porch swing, a wreath with artificial bright yellow flowers, cracked paint on the door, light shining through every window. 

The scrambling behind the door at your knock kickstarted a wave of anxiety through her body. She hadn’t even realized it was that noticeable until you squeezed her hand and began drawing tiny circles on the inside of her wrist. Before she could squeeze back the door opened, revealing your mom.

“Hi, Ma.” She’d never seen the woman, but she could feel the quiet grace ruminating from her serious face. The moment she laid her eyes on you, her features softened into a smile that resembled yours. She dragged the two of you in before wrapping her arms around you tight. “God, I was wondering if I’d have to get you a police escort to make you come down here.”

“It hasn’t been that long.” You were sheepish as you set down a container of rolls. They were store bought rolls and weren’t fooling anybody, but you were taught to never come up empty handed and you’d rather save yourself a mountain of questions from your mom. 

Your strong willed energy being nerfed by your mother almost made Ellie snort until the attention was placed on her. “And this is Ellie.” Your mom’s voice was filled with awe and interest Ellie didn’t know what to do with. She let herself be pulled into a hug as tight as the one she shared with you. “And how are you, Ellie? With the injury and everything?” Your mom dragged her to the living room, probably to seat her and start the interrogation. 

“Uh, I’m alright. I’m healing.” Ellie glanced between the fireplace and the woman’s warm eyes. It’s not that she hated it, the opposite actually, she just had no idea how she should feel. She hoped the wringing of her hands was subtle. 

“That’s good. I actually have something that might help—“

“You don’t have to—“ Your hand on her shoulder cut her off. She resisted the urge to sigh in relief at your presence, though she was glad you hadn’t left her to the wolves. And glad she hadn’t said that out loud. 

“It’s better if you just let her get it.” You sat next to her handing her a glass of water, leaning back against the couch with ease. 

“Get what?” The hairs on Ellie’s neck seemed to stand up when she recognized the deep, stern voice of your father who had appeared from the hallway like he was gunning to catch her doing something she shouldn’t. While she felt she should straighten up and put some respectful space between you, you hadn’t moved an inch. 

Intimidation was nowhere near your face as the man wrapped his arms around you and placed a kiss on your forehead. “Hi Dad,” You mumbled into his arm, unaware of your girlfriend’s internal debate just feet from you. 

Her eyes widened when his focus was now centered on her. Her mind was chaotic deciding what she should do in his presence. Should she stand up? Hug him? God, no. What was she even supposed to talk about, work? She was pulled from her thoughts as he held out his hand. She quickly took it and returned both his firm grip and eye contact.  “Alive and well,” 

“That’s me.” She pressed her lips together in an attempt to look like she wasn’t shitting her pants trying to figure out how to impress your parents. She relaxed when he sat down and followed suit. 

There was a lull in conversation as Ellie sat there, not quite sure what to talk about for the millionth time this evening. She looked as stiff as a board, trying not to touch you (for once.) You’d have busted out laughing if she wasn’t so nervous. Instead, you slipped your arm around hers and filled the silence before your dad’s attention was gone to the TV.  “So, dad’s what’s for dinner?”

“Let’s see,” He leaned forward, grabbing the towel that was about to fall off his shoulder. “Mashed potatoes, broccoli rice casserole, baked chicken–” And just like you got him talking. About food, but still it was progress. You knew that quietness was only to save himself the air he needed to drill questions at Ellie later. “Actually, lemme go check on the casserole.”

“How’d I do?” Ellie whispered as soon as he left the room. 

In the interest of making her feel better–and not spitting out your water– you held in the urge to laugh at her paranoid behavior. “Just fine, hun.” You intertwined your fingers with hers, something you’d probably be doing the whole night just to get her not to run, and kissed her knuckles. “They’re not serial killers, I promise,”

“Your dad’s probably checking for the gun right now.” She mumbled, tracing the natural lines in your palm. For a while, you stayed like that and it wasn’t bad at all. Ellie had been looking around in search of signs you grew up here and each one made her want to squeeze you and never let go. 

“Dinner’s ready.” Your mom appeared from the kitchen, ushering the both of you to the dining room. The table was small, only having the space for the four of you and maybe one other person if you had a sibling or a friend. Four steaming plates were set around a small bowl of pinecones that were inexplicably never out of season in your house. 

Ellie had been sure to make some effort to eat throughout the dinner, but the lingering anxiety sitting in her stomach hadn’t exactly gifted her with an appetite. Her focus stayed on your hands linked under the table and endless amounts of questions from your parents. One part was gentle on your mom’s part and the other firm though your dad tried to bring it down a notch by you and your mother’s instruction. Both of them wanted to know her life story up until the moment she met you which was sweet and slightly if not very overwhelming.

Somehow she had gotten wrapped into a conversation about the job industry just from a question about what she wanted to do when she graduated. “And now they’ve got this AI stuff they’re using and that’s only the start. Soon enough-” Ellie was trying her best to keep up with your dad’s passionate rants about the future of the job industry and all, but she started to zone out.

“Dad, I think we’ll be okay for now.” Your attempts to calm him wouldn’t get him off his high horse. Once he started talking, it could be an hour long lecture. You had been on the receiving end of them enough to know. 

“But you use it for homework, don’t you?” He wiped his mouth with a napkin, having finished his food a long time ago. 

“You’d get a call from Dean if I did.” 

“Enough of the AI talk, I think we all get the point, babe.” Your mom came to the rescue. “Why don’t you tell Ellie about your job instead of why you might lose it–which you won’t.”

Your dad leaned back in his chair, stomach practically poking out from all the seconds he’d had between his rants. “Alright,” He wiped his hands once more and then leaned forward as if he was giving a statement on TV. She glanced at you for help that she very well may need later if your dad got as passionate about his job too. “I’m the police captain, which essentially means I’ve worked this precinct enough years to boss anyone around.”

“Which means you don’t do any work.” You mumbled as you tore apart your third roll in the past hour, grinning at the deadpan look you’d earned from your father. 

“I’m gonna pretend you didn’t say that.” He turned his attention back to Ellie. “That’s what happens when you stick it out in one job long enough. You get to make some of the decisions. You keep that in mind when you graduate.” 

“Uh, I will.” Ellie cleared her throat, squeezing your hand. She had become somewhat comfortable during dinner, but she was still on guard with the amount of part of lectures your dad had administered throughout the night. That didn’t stop her from sharing a few snickerd with you when he wasn’t looking. 

“I think you’ve imparted enough advice on us for the year.” 

“I gotta deal with bug theme vigilantes, but at least I’m getting paid for it.” 

“You mean the, uh..what’s her name? Spider..Spiderwoman. That’s her name.” Ellie seemed to perk up at the mention of her alter ego. She hadn’t even needed to glance at you to know this was one of the topics you hoped wouldn’t come up. 

“Yeah, that’s her.” Your dad’s voice was full of disdain. The same disdain you had to listen to whenever you called home and simply asked about work or the news. It stopped when they had developed something of a working relationship now destroyed by Ellie’s absence these past few weeks. “The great hero of New York. Where is she now?” He grumbled. 

Tenseness swept over half of the table at the mention, the topic a soft spot in both you and Ellie. No one knew how much she yearned to wear the suit again, how restless she was starting to feel without the very thing she had devoted herself to for more than half a decade. 

Ellie had tried to be subtle in her exit, making up some excuse about needing a refill in her cup. Your parents pointed her to the direction of the kitchen without another thought about it. Though you couldn’t read her mind, it was obvious the spontaneous mention shook her. You grabbed your plate, about to excuse yourself until your dad took the plate from your hands and stacked it on his. There goes your excuse. 

Ellie had been zoning out a while, lost in her head when your dad walked in and set the plates in the sink. She found herself on edge, readying herself for another rant about how much of a coward she was. To her surprise, that wasn’t his intention at all. 

“I was told not to give you a talk, so I’ll keep this short.”

Her eyes flicked up to your father, then to the tile for a few seconds just to return to him again. She hadn’t seemed to process what he said until he tilted his head, searching for something. She had no idea what he was looking for and it only made her more nervous, if that was possible. She seemed to be nothing more than a big ball of nerves tonight. Your parents were nice people and she was grateful you allowed them to meet her, but she couldn’t ignore the big red and blue elephant in the room. You knew. They didn’t. 

“You know, she was worried sick when we came. We could barely get her to take a nap or eat.” It didn’t take a genius to know what he was referring to. The fact that he brought it up was making her feel any better either. 

“I know.” Ellie shifted on her feet, pulling her arms over her torso. She couldn’t focus on finding the right balance of eye contact or not looking how she felt. Her mind was working overtime to try to find what to say. It was enough to struggle to get you to trust she was safe, she hadn’t thought about your parents. Though an apology felt inadequate at this moment. 

“What I’m trying to say is she cares for you. A lot.” Your dad wrung out the towel and placed it over the counter, turning around to mirror Ellie’s position against the counter. “I mean, you’re the first one she’s brought home.” Something of a smile crossed your dad’s face. It shouldn’t have been such a strange thing to notice. No matter how tough he made himself out to be, at the end of the day, he was nothing but a dad protective of his daughter. She could never be mad at that. There’s nothing she wouldn’t give to experience that again. 

“Don’t mess it up.” His sternness came back to snap her out of her mind. 

She pushed herself off the counter. I’ll try my best, she thought. No, that wasn’t good enough for you. “I won’t.” 

“I will be holding you to that–”

“Dad! Ellie!” Your voice boomed from the living room. The confused pair moved fast past the abandoned dining table to the TV. The set up of panels from the news were familiar save for the live feed of the demon masked assailants wreaking havoc on a traffic-infested road in the middle of the city. And just to add to the chaos, a significant prison transfer was taking place on the same road. 

Ellie had been too focused on the screen to realize your dad had already grabbed his gun and his car keys on the way to the door. He was the police captain, of course he was on his way to the danger. Her only problem was working up the excuse to get there herself. Her eyes came to yours, somewhat asking for permission. Her heart ached at the visible stress in your body, the way you squeezed your hands together. 

“I’m gonna go–” 

“Ellie’s gotta run to the lab,” You blurted, surprised yourself by the words that came out your mouth. There was no amount of regret that could take the acceptance back. Why would you when there were people in those cars, praying they don’t lose their life to today’s batch superpowered criminals? That’d be selfish, would it? Thought that justification did nothing to soothe your worries. 

“I’m coming back, I promise.”

thank you for reading!

[heavysighing-dreamyeyes]

Hello, hello!

This is a little long, sorry. I've got 3 things.

1. I just read the difference between Jason and AK being married. Very well thought out as always Miss Rae. You would think they are entirely different people. It is crazy how much his mindset set changes and he overcomes his hurt. Especially if you guys were best friends in his Robin days and got to see him so happy, the differences are wild.

What are your thoughts on him and his marriage in the in-between/development from being AK to Red Hood? Would he be extra clingy? Guilty? Ashamed? My poor baby just needs some cuddles no matter what!

2. You asked everyone's favorite song and I wanted to know what yours is! You are a person too 💕

3. I have a request! What are your thoughts on road trips/trips with Jason? AK too if you'd like, but I have a hard time imagining him going on a trip with you.

I thought it fit your music event really well since music is very important (in my opinion at least) to make the trip fun. Humming or singing along, a special playlist, teasing your trip buddy about not knowing the words, trivia, Jason driving with one hand to hold yours and smile at you...

Ahem. Anyway! I hope you have a lovely rest of your day!

-🦧

Road Trip Headcanons 

Enjoy! (I answered your questions under the cut and I 100% agree that I only envision any sort of fun road trip happening with Jason and not AK) ~500 words

As you said, music is a must, essential for a long drive. There's not a quiet moment in the car. Sure, Jason could be convinced to listen to an audiobook or podcast, but there's nothing like scream-shouting the lyrics to your favorite songs with all the windows rolled down. Are you a public nuisance at every stop light? Possibly. Are you both laughing and having the time of your life? Definitely 

Matching Sunglasses for every road trip. LISTEN, you take turns buying the most ridiculous pair of sunglasses you can find for your road trip, and you have to wear them into rest stops/at drive-thrus no matter what. People stare sometimes, especially the time Jason brough gigantic, bright pink heart sunglasses for you, but the pictures you get out of it are worth any confused looks you get 

Whether it's you or Jason driving, he's almost constantly touching you. Fingers threaded together on your lap, his hand resting on your thigh, or your hand splayed over his knee while he drives, you're always connected in some sort of way. He really likes holding your hand while he drives and mindlessly tracing his thumb back and forth over your knuckles

When Jason is driving, he drives fast. He's always safe, borderline clinical in his decisions, but he's always pushing past the speed limit without even realizing it (He blames it on learning how to drive via the batmobile, and not on cars that are lacking Wayne Tech nuclear powered engines) 

You always try at least one new thing on your road trips. It could be small, like ordering a new drink from your favorite chain or listening to a new band/genre of music. Or, sometimes, it's something big. You saw a sign for indoor skydiving a few exits from where you are? You're stopping. There's an advertisement for the world's largest collection of colored rocks? You're there. You see a pamphlet for a museum filled with nothing but model dinosaurs at a rest stop? You're going. (There's nothing wrong with killing a few hours on a long drive after all)

Stopping for meals is mandatory! Sure, eating in the car quicker, but getting to stretch your legs, sitting across from each other and talking in whatever diner or dive-bar you decide to take a chance on is so much nicer. Jason always tends to order something warm to eat, but he's happy to split whatever appetizer you want to try 

Speaking of food, there's a cooler in the backseat. It's filled with drinks and all kinds of fruits, vegetables, and sweeter treats. As nice as it is to stock up on candies and chips when you stop for gas, munching on blueberries or grapes or whatever you've packed for the trip is just as good– if not better

You have a little tradition, when you finally get to your destination. Once the windows are rolled up, your goofy sunglasses pushed up to the top of your heads, Jason will lean over the dash and kiss your cheek. Doesn't matter if he's in the driver's seat or if you are, he does it every time. (it's partially for shock value, if he's being honest. He likes to use the moment your face starts to crack into a smile to race out of the car and get to your side, opening your door before you have the chance to)

The Arkham Knight and Jason Todd are different people, I SWEAR!! I know they're similar and have the same name, but their backstories are different and they have different traumas! What happens to them, at the hands of the Joker and others, changes their characters fundamentally. At the end of the day though, the biggest difference between them, for me, really comes down to that Jason 'forgives' Batman for not saving him, The Arkham Knight has not. 

Now, in between being AK and Red Hood, I really think you're Jason's only rock, married or not. Whether you want him around or you don't, whether he stays near you or runs for the hills, you're still his only constant. I think he really latches onto that. And even if you're not 'seeing' each other while you both figure out yourselves and your marriage, he's going to check in on you. You might not exactly see him do it, but you really can't blame him for having a bit of separation anxiety. 

And my favorite song right now is Hiding with Boys by Creeper! Thanks for asking nonnie! Have a great day!

[volterran-wine]

𝐈𝐧 𝐌𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐦 ― 𝘈 𝘋𝘪𝘥𝘺𝘮𝘦 𝘗𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

sɪᴅᴇ ᴀ ― ɪɴ ᴠɪᴛᴀ One Summer Day  // Joe Hisashi • Hotel Walls (acoustic) //Smith & Thell • Friedrich Dances With Jo // Alexandre Desplat • Little Talks // Of Monsters and Men • Mystery of Love  // Sufjan Stevens • Crystal  // Fleetwood Mac • Everytime // Ethel Cain • Girls Just Want To Have Fun // Frally ────────────────── sɪᴅᴇ ʙ ― ɪɴ ᴍᴏʀᴛᴇ Ptolemaea // Ethel Cain • Room Of Angel //Akira Yamaoka • #grief2 // Yuki Kajiura • Saturn (instrumental) // Sleeping At Last • It's only the fairytale (instrumental)  // Yuki Kajiura • The Flower Garden  // Joe Hisashi • Asleep // Emily Browning • The Vision Of The Future // Paolo Buonvino

Available on Spotify

[direpunk]

this dude has been girlbossed by at least 10 women, children, and dolls multiple times. i like him a completely normal amount and do not spend a lot of time analyzing his character and rant about how much he means to me

[shy-sapphic-ace]

Old Gods of Appalachia gives me the same vibes as listening to music by Lord Huron— it’s just the perfect blend of supernatural and folktales and being so deep in the woods it feels like the light can’t reach you anymore, and I am absolutely in love.

^ I mean, this is exactly what listening to the podcast feels like (at least to me)

[dandyleyen]

ZELINK NATION WAKE UP

We are BACK with another song from my zelink playlist. This one is:

“The Ruse & The Caper” by Coyote Theory

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“If you’re a soul I’m your mate

If you’re the past I am fate

If you’ve got time I could stay

If you’re alive I can wait”

[glitter-andgold]

PHANTOM: A VINCENT SINCLAIR INSPIRED PLAYLIST

"Ma would be proud. Yeah she'd be real proud, she always said your talent would make up for what God took away from you."

- Alien Blues (Vundabar) ("My teeth are yellow, hello world, Would you like me a little better if they were white like yours? I need to purge my urges, shame, shame, shame") - Body (Grandmas House) ("I do not know the body I was born with, I do not recognize my face, my face, my face") - I Never Told You What I Do For A Living (My Chemical Romance) ("Another knife in my hands, a stain that never comes off the sheets, clean me off, I'm so dirty babe") - I Am Machine (Three Days Grace) ("I am machine, a part of me wishes I could just feel something, I am machine") - Plagued (We Came As Romans) ("I stare into the reflection of somebody else it's never myself I'm seeing, alone, I feel no connection, this body's a cell") & more! Image Sources: X/X/X/Screenshots from film ------------

Another playlist because I will never shut tf up about this man (or this movie for that matter) and all I seem to do is make character playlists for my favs

[flugame-mp3]

they should NOT let you listen to hozier on your period when u have a significant other. i listened to uiscefhuaraithe and thought about them and nearly cried (i last saw them genuinely about 20 minutes ago and i spent all day hanging out with them and staring at them lovingly)

[vodka-and-ocs]

🎵 Will. Will. Will.

i put it on random and got IDGAF by Shining

pretty obvious stuff, Will doesn't have an ounce of self preservation, and they've been pretty nonchalant about the fact they might all die fighting against Strahd lol. they're ok with it, comes with the business of monster hunting really

they also just really like to be disliked, because they don't want to be a people pleaser, and they burn bridges a lot, they never let anyone close and never stay in the same place long

[viisiond]

🎧

Send "🎧" and I'll give a song that reminds me of my muse with a reason why! // Accepting!

YOUR MONSTER (HALACG)

You're burning me up To soften the pain You've scarred me enough I am what you made me

Where do I even BEGIN with this one on Samael's playlist. Alongside 'Cremate your life' AND 'Down with the world' by the same artist- it just really honestly captures how angry and grief stricken he is over his situation. It just adds fuel to the fire when you factor in his family & siblings.

[bittersweetresilience]

there are twenty seven songs in my félix playlist which means a few more and i can do a monthly writing game. why am i saying this when i have several important wips i am meant to be doing? well, you see

[thepriceofsurvival]

I head your Jean-coded playlist Nora, and I love it, but I will also provide my own. Mostly just because of my own music taste.

A little rock, a little punk, a little grunge, a touch pop, even some indie. And of course, so very very sad.

A few of the songs as well as some of the lyrics, just to convince you:

In My Time of Dying - Led Zeppelin

In my time of dying, want nobody to mourn All I want for you to do is take my body home {...} Oh, Saint Peter at the gates of Heaven Won’t you let me in? {...} I never did no harm, I never did no wrong I must’ve did somebody some good Oh, I believe I did

Brand New City - Mitski

I think my fate is losing its patience I think the ground is pulling me down I think my life is losing momentum I think my ways are wearing me down But if I gave up on being pretty, I wouldn't know how to be alive I should move to a brand new city and teach myself how to die Honey, what'd you take? What'd you take? Honey, look at me Tell me what you took, what'd you take?

Sunlight - Hozier

I would shun the light, share in evening's cool and quiet Who would trade that hum of night? For sunlight, sunlight, sunlight But whose heart would not take flight? Betray the moon as acolyte On first and fierce affirming sight Of sunlight, sunlight, sunlight

You’d Be Paranoid Too (If Everyone Was Out to Get You) - Waterparks

I learned to live with these eyes in my closet Hands in my pockets Alone, but surrounded I'm breathing, I'm drowning I haven't slept in days, but who's counting?

Wires - The Neighbourhood

We talked about making it I'm sorry that you never made it And it pains me just to hear you have to say it You knew the game and played it It kills to know that you have been defeated I see the wires pulling while you're breathing You knew you had a reason {...} He told me I should take it in Listen to every word he's speaking The wires getting older I can hear the way they're creaking As they're holding him

16, 16, Six - The Drips

Tell me what you wanna know I gotta tell you that I miss your voice Cause everything else I hear is a violent noise And it's breaking through to my soul {...} Take comfort in familiar face Carried me all over the place Fell in love the only way we could No one understood and no one could

Fight or Flight - Conan Grey

Well, fight or flight, I'd rather die Than have to cry in front of you Fight or flight, I'd rather lie Than tell you I'm in love with you

Giver - K.Flay

I'm learning to live I'm trying to be better I'm learning to give But I don't know if I'm a giver {...} I got so much soul in my body But no one keeping me honest And whole days turn into holes in my mind

You Know You're Right - Nirvana

I will never follow you I will never bother you Never speak a word again I will crawl away for good I will move away from here You won't be afraid of fear No thought was put into this I always knew it would come to this Things have never been so swell I have never failed to fail

Exit Music (For A FIlm) - Radiohead

Wake from your sleep The drying of your tears Today we escape, we escape Pack and get dressed Before your father hears us Before all hell breaks loose Breathe, keep breathing Don't lose your nerve Breathe, keep breathing I can't do this alone

Hysteria - Muse

'Cause I want it now I want it now Give me your heart and your soul And I'm breaking out I'm breaking out Last chance to lose control

Aneurism - Nirvana

Come on over, do the twist, aha Overdo it and have a fit, aha Love you so much, it makes me sick, aha Come on over and do the twist, aha Beat me out of me (beat it, beat it) Beat me out of me (beat it, beat it) Beat me out of me (beat it, beat it) {...}

Lydia - Highly Suspect

I've seen better days So unafraid in my youth I can't breathe, much less believe You gave everything you had Every little thing you had A true love unrehearsed I've seen your best and worst And at your worst, you're still the best But at my best, I am the worst It's a curse

Devil In Me 22-20s

I don't live, I just breathe I don't give and I don't recieve And I'll never get the devil Outside of me, outside of me I don't get all the good things You said I'd see, you said I'd see And I don't see the light Surrounding me, surrounding me

Dream On - Aerosmith

Every time that I look in the mirror All these lines on my face getting clearer The past is gone Oh, it went by like dusk to dawn Isn't that the way?

Don't Matter - Kings of Leon

You're not a man everybody says But it don't matter to me Dirty feet on my seat But it don't matter to me Break my heart, tear me apart It don't matter to me no, no I put a shine in your eye It don't matter to me 'Cause it's always the same And I'm always the same

[maxlarens]

just stalked ur spotify and I love ur music taste sm

thank you sweetheart!!!!! i spend half my time on spotify honestly, i love music and i love making playlists soo much. i also love loveee talking about my spotify😭

[essektheylyss]

the war mage

they escaped their self-imposed cage

yes

YES

the bastard is out

[strangersatellites]

top ten favorite bands/musicians tag game

ok ok ok i finally made it back around to doing this!! i submitted my last ever school assignment and it’s also met monday so today was my super bowl but i’m free now! rihanna has finally made her debut and i can rest lol. i LOOOOOOVE talking about music!! so here’s my top ten (and why bc i have a compulsion to share)!

thank u for the tag sweet @outpastthebrakers !!

1. ethel cain (altered something in my brain and i’ve never recovered)

2. djo (if i was a character in a movie, a djo song would play when i first came on screen)

3. fleetwood mac (could raise me from the grave)

4. the band camino (literally my favorite in the world! i’ve seen them twice and it changed my life!)

5. harry styles (wait until y’all find out i have a whole dedicated harry stan account on another platform)

6. rihanna (mother)

7. stevie nicks (independently of fleetwood mac is just as lovely)

8. miley cyrus (also mother)

9. måneskin (vic deangelis and damiano david. need i say more?)

10. novo amor (weather changed my life in high school and still does every time i hear it)

tags if you feel so led: @spinmewriteround @harmonictechnicality @levelofcharm @matchingbatbites also if you see this and want to jump in, do it!!!!