#but lover coaster hell yeah

[cyberglowe]

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[ediewentmissing]

some of my eddie munson headcanons

1. loves liquorice.

i know a lot of you guys probably HATE liquorice, but something about him screams ‘i am a liquorice lover and proud of it!!’. and he doesn’t like the strawberry kind.

2. races to press the button in the elevator

“MOVE OUT OF THE WAY, YOU LITTLE SHIT!” “EDDIE, IT’S MY TURN!”

3. was rlly short before he hit puberty

eddie has obviously been subjected to a hell of a lot of bullying over the years, and just to add to that pile of angst, we have the idea of short eddie. gareth went through the same thing, except he didn’t grow as much. “how’s the weather down there, munson?” “fuck off, tommy.”

4. he’s either really hot or really cold

he’s wearing 3 layers half the time, and as little clothing as he can the other half. freezes during winter and sweats his ass off during the summer.

5. gets sensitive teeth

this is because he’s made himself eat a basket worth of lemons just to brag about it later on multiple occasions

6. enjoys watching b movies

those shitty low budget films? oh, yeah. eddie loves them. for one reason; he cackles the whole time over how crap they are. a great pick-me-up.

7. chews on things when he spaces out

the inside of his cheek, his lip, a pencil, and you can’t forget that one time he chewed on a pen for so long that all the ink spilled into his mouth and he was gagging in the middle of class

8. had a major crush on princess daphne from dragon’s lair

definitely fought over her with his friends. he was incredibly jealous of dirk the daring.

9. doesn’t like trying new foods

he’s attached to foods from when he was a kid (macaroni and cheese, cereal, mini pizzas, grilled cheese, and dishes from his mum) and refuses to branch out - unless you ask him to

10. swears he only listens to metal, but doesn’t

he wants to keep his ‘scary ‘music’ reputation, but it’s hard to do that when robin finds eddie’s abba and wham! tapes tucked away in his room

“i thought you were a, and i quote, ‘strictly metal-only’ guy, but i guess you were just a big pop fan this whole time” “quit it, robin”

he also doesn’t mind the country music wayne forced onto him when he was younger

11. twirls the phone cord around his finger

when he’s talking to you over the phone, you swear you can picture him clear as day; big sly grin plastered on his face, and his ringed finger wiring around the phone cord connected to the wall

12. graffitis

but only in the school bathroom cubicles and the hideout bathroom cubicles. occasionally you’ll go to one of his gigs, and then you’ll go to the toilet and there’ll be little drawings on the wall. a guitar, eddie the head, and the occasional shameless penis

13. used to ride bikes everywhere

USED to because he fell over while riding it when he was 9 and scraped his knee and declared he would never ride a bicycle again (thought that declaration broke in 1986)

14. loves roller coasters

specifically ones that take pictures of you - he loves to act all calm and collected while everyone else is screaming their heads off

“eddie, this is a terrible photo” “no, it’s a terrible photo of YOU. you look like you’ve shit yourself, and i look cool as ice”

15. thought babies hatched out of eggs

safe to say that when he learnt how babies are REALLY made, he was flabbergasted and very, very grossed out

[hauntedhokage]

Bonded

Itachi Uchiha/F!Reader

summary: every problem has a solution. your anger at his lack of consideration for your emotional needs is solved with sex. that’s totally how it works. 

patching up masterlist

word count: 3.4k

note: we’re sliding into shippuden territory now :) and more fluff-angst roller-coaster now :) 

warnings: penetrative sex, unprotected sex,

“Your husband has been kinda annoying lately,” Kisame comments as he walks through the village with you, and you look up at the much taller man with interest as you process the title that had been bestowed upon your lover. Husband? Last you checked you hadn’t taken Uchiha as a surname nor had Itachi asked if you would, so where did Kisame get that you were married?

“Since when are we married?”

“You basically are at this point. Calling him your boyfriend feels too juvenile, and it’s been like a year? Two years? Might as well be married.” The reasoning is interesting, but you aren’t going to argue with a swordsman who has made up his mind. Kisame could be more stubborn than Itachi depending on the topic, and you could tell this would be one of those topics even if it felt odd that he cared so much. “How long has it been anyway?”

“Almost four years since I left, and a little over two since Itachi and I discussed our feelings.”

“And he basically moved in with you.”

“Is there a point you’re trying to make with this, Kisame?”

“He doesn’t seem different to you these days? You’d notice easily, I’m sure.” 

“No, he seems like he always does. What are you noticing?”

“He feels colder to me. Not that he’s a ray of sunshine normally, but he’s been off. Distant.”

That was concerning. He had been a bit standoffish this morning, but you assumed that he was just tired and went about your morning. Everything else had seemed to be normal, maybe he was trying to keep you from worrying. He did tend to protect your feelings more than was probably wise, given the overall situation that was your life together. 

“I’ll keep an eye on him. You know how he is, though.”

“Yeah, but I know he talks to you more.”

That was fair. Your relationship with him was different from the relationship he had with Kisame (who you would argue was Itachi’s first wife). More emotionally open, which was to be expected considering the nature of your relationship, so Itachi was more likely to talk to you than to anyone else if something was bothering him. But there was a need to protect you that Itachi had; not from hard inevitable truths but from the things that your lover felt weren’t for you to concern yourself with.

“I’ll see what I can figure out. No promises on intel, though.”

“I just don't want to deal with him moping around during our next mission. It’ll be a longer one.” 

“You guys got new orders?”

“He didn’t tell you? We leave tomorrow, a couple months out there looking for one of the tailed beasts.”

You were going to kill him, how could he not tell you he’d be leaving for so long? It’s with that new information that you leave Kisame, letting him know that he might need a new partner sooner than anticipated as you turn down the side street that would get you home faster. You didn’t care that you’d left your umbrella in Kisame’s hand, didn’t care about the cold rain, you needed to yell at Itachi for not telling you something so important. 

“Why didn’t you tell me!?” is the first thing out of your mouth when you make it home, not bothering to look at your lover as he watches you from the kitchen. “I have to find out from Kisame that you’re leaving tomorrow and that you’ll be gone for months? What the hell were you thi-” 

You’re stopped mid-sentence when you turn, receiving two fingers gently jabbing your forehead and stopping you in your tracks. You hated how light on his feet Itachi could be, and how he always snuck up on you so easily since his chakra signature could easily overwhelm your senses when you were in close proximity that you couldn’t register how close he actually was. You also hated that two fingers to your forehead would always stop you in your tracks - that wasn’t fair. 

“I was going to tell you this morning,” he states, removing his fingers from your forehead and gently resting them against your bottom lip. “Then we got distracted, then you had plans with Kisame and I wanted to make sure you still went. It’ll be a longer mission than usual; but I’ll be coming home to you, so I didn’t think it was too big of a deal when I told you - just as long as I did. Have I not been gone longer?”

You don’t respond, not a huge fan of how effectively he silenced you with just two fingers and hating that he had a point. But you weren’t lovers on borrowed time when he’d been gone for eight months, you weren’t used to waking up beside him the last time he’d been gone for so long. He was a massive part of your life now, did he not think you’d feel this more deeply after everything you’d done together? 

“I only regret that you found out from Kisame and not myself.”

“You’re so frustrating sometimes,” you comment, gently nipping at his fingertips before you move away from him to get a towel for your wet hair. You could be mad all you wanted, but he wasn’t going to crack so you needed to move away from him so you could calm yourself down on your own. “I love you dearly, but you can be so narrow-sighted.”

“How so?”

“Sure, we’ve gone longer with being apart but the last time we weren’t like this and practically married like Kisame says. I didn’t know your brother was training to kill you and that you wanted it to happen, everything about the circumstances were different.” He’s watching you carefully as you squeeze your hair with a towel, and for the first time you aren’t feeling small by his stare. You were upset and you needed him to understand why you were so upset about this. Letting him make you feel small was not going to help you establish that point. “We don’t know if this’ll be the last time you leave me, we don’t know if you’ll come back, and I think I deserve more than just a couple hours of notice that you’ll be leaving for an extended period of time!”

If he didn’t get it after that, then you weren’t sure what you were going to do. For a man who was regarded as a genius, Itachi could be rather dense when it came to your feelings and perspective. He cared about your feelings, and you knew that, but he never fully understood them because you were living a different life than he was. You could play house all day, but that didn’t change the inevitable truth that you were playing different games. 

“I see.” Did he really? 

“I’m sorry.” Was he really?

Clearly you don’t look convinced; because he’s closing the distance between you slowly, almost as if he was trying to calm a wild animal, and that has you crossing your arms over your chest as you let out a huff. You were mad, not feral, and being regarded as some unpredictable animal was not helping to ease your irritated mood.

“You’re right, our circumstances are different now than they were before. You’re also correct in saying that I cannot guarantee that I’ll come home to you.” Firm hands cup your cheeks, ensuring that you’d continue to look at him as he spoke to you. “But I can promise that I’ll do my best, is that not enough?”

“I don’t think you fully understand, Itachi.”

“Understand that you’re not used to the realities of being a shinobi? That you have different emotional needs due to being raised differently than I was? Until now, I’d say you were correct. I don’t have a perfect grasp, and I never will, but I do understand that I’ve hurt you by not telling you sooner.”

“Shouldn’t take the sharingan to see that,” you mutter, feeling somewhat better but not totally appeased. You were still mad; no amount of soft tones, admission of guilt, or gentle touches would change that. Did he actually understand what your emotional needs were? 

“Please trust that my intent was never to cause you pain. I know now that I have and I am deeply sorry. I will learn from this mistake and communicate more timely with you when it involves my assignments.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.” And he’s leaning in to kiss your pout away, testing the waters for how affectionate you’d let him be while your face was still warm and limbs trembled beneath his touch with your anger. Something stops him as his nose brushed against yours, half lidded eyes searching your face for something that you’re not sure of - but you’re certain he hadn’t found it based on the way he pulls back.

“Did Kisame really say we’re married?”

“Called you my husband and said you were being annoyingly distant.” He was going to have to deal with that on his own, you had mostly handled your issue and didn’t want to fully involve yourself in his business with Kisame. You can tell that he’s thinking hard about that one; there were risks to saying out loud that Itachi Uchiha had a little wife (even if you weren’t technically married), most of them involving the younger Uchiha sibling but the other risk being that you could be used to get to the Akatsuki. You were always just as much a liability to the group as you were an asset, perhaps more of a liability considering your somewhat limited skillset.

“Am I safe?” Your question has him nodding immediately, which you trusted without doubt. If you weren’t safe he’d make sure that you were. 

“You’re very protected, Kisame is smarter than to say things like that to just anyone.” It’s your turn to nod, uncrossing your arms and placing them on his shoulders. It’s then that you realize he’d been shirtless this entire time, and you’re questioning just how attentive you truly were if you missed that. “Allow me to properly apologize for my lack of consideration.”

You have a good idea as to how he was going to do that so you nod, knowing that no amount of anger was going to have you denying yourself that pleasure - especially not before he was about to leave for months. 

“May I kiss you?”

You could make him work for it, Itachi was rather impatient when it came to receiving your affection and that could be very entertaining for you. You were still a bit upset, he’d understand needing to earn that affection, but he was so close and you couldn’t resist your own temptation standing in front of you. 

His body fits against yours perfectly, your kiss promoting a satisfied hum from Itachi as his hands move from your cheeks to your thighs. One tap had you jumping, his hands supporting you as your legs locked around his waist with your kiss not breaking until you’re gasping against his mouth as your back hits the wall a bit harder than expected. Your hand is tugging at the red tie keeping his hair in place, freeing the long dark hair from its confinement only to have a tight grip on it as his lips travel along your jaw and down the column of your neck to the collar of your shirt. 

“I’ll replace them,” is all he says before you feel his hand leave your thigh. Cool air hits your stomach before you’d even registered the sound of the kunai ripping cleanly through the fabric of your shirt and bra, and his hand is holding your breast as he’s hoisting you higher up the wall so he can bring the other into his mouth. 

“We should go to the bed, y-yeah?” Your suggestion is met with a soft hum, one that you swear echoes through your chest.

“Could do it on the floor,” he mumbles against your skin, nipping at the tender skin of your breast before soothing over the spot with his tongue. “Couch, counter, or even this wall.”

But he’s moving you from the wall, carrying you through the door to your bedroom and carefully depositing you onto your mattress. His pants are off and he’s pulling at yours before you can think to do so, leaving you to watch as kisses his way up your leg until he is comfortably laid between your thighs and spreading your folds so he could look at you. 

“What happened to the wall?”

“Can’t do this,” is all that he says before he’s gently pushing two fingers into your already wet cunny. “Everything about you is so beautiful, I hate not getting to look at you properly when I get to pleasure you like this.”

Your face is warm at the admission, your hand pushing back into his hair as his tongue drags over your clit. Itachi always took his time with you, so you’re not surprised by the languid pace of his fingers and tongue against your most sensitive spots even if you did wish that he’d move just a bit faster. He knew just how to touch you to carefully stoke the fire in your core, but not to get you too worked up too quickly that you got too sensitive too quickly. He never wanted to overstimulate you too soon, always wanted you present and comfortable in these intimate moments. 

“Ita-Itachi please,” you whine as you approach that edge, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth when he only hums against your clit before looking up at you. 

“Please what, darling?” he asks, hooking his fingers in a way that has your hips arching into him. “Would you like for me to stop?”

You shake your head frantically, and he smiles as he rubs your thigh with his free hand. 

“Please make me come.” Your request has him nodding, then a forearm is pressed against your hip to keep you in place as his tongue glides against your went cunt through to lap at your dripping entrance while his thumb circles your clit in fast strokes that have you quickly reaching and toppling over that edge of pleasure that has your toes curling into the sheets beneath you. 

He’s a mess as he makes his way up to lay beside you, neatly combed hair now messy from your desperate grip on the dark tresses and his lips and chin glistening with your essence. You’re eager to taste yourself on him, pulling him into a sloppy kiss and groaning at just how wonderful he tasted. His hands are pulling you so you straddle him, one hand stays on your hip while the other takes your chin in a firm grip to keep you where he wants you. 

“Sit yourself on my cock, dearest,” he requests, voice nothing more than a whisper against your lips but the sound echoes through your ears and sends shockwaves along your spine. Your ruined shirt and bra are shed as you sit up straighter, your hand taking his length in a gentle hold so you could guide yourself onto him. He’s content to lay back against the pillows, watching as his cock gradually disappears as you sink down onto him. The hand on your hip moves in search of your clit, happy to tease the nerve bundle and watching your face contort in pleasure at his motions. 

“How’s that feel?”

“So good, ‘Tachi,” you mumble, your walls clenching around him when he presses down on your clit. “Do you feel good?”

“Heavenly,” he assures, biting his lip as you start to ride him. You two were no longer the clumsy virgins who weren’t exactly sure how it all fit together, this was a practiced dance that he was glad to have practiced with you and only you (with some initially unwanted advice from Kisame that paid off). You were confident as you moved on top of him, knowing just what he needed and more than happy to give it at a pace of your choosing. 

After a few minutes you’re leaning down, your lips connecting to his in a kiss that was as languid as your pace but so full of the love that you had for him that it was almost overwhelming - but they all felt like that.

But then he can’t take it; no longer has the patience to drag out your pleasure - not when you had all night. So he’s carefully pushing you onto your back, making sure to keep himself buried inside you as he repositions you both so he’s on top of you with one of your legs on his shoulder while the other is held against his hip as he begins to piston into you.

“Where’s your patience?”

“I’m not a very patient man when it comes to you.” The confession is punctuated by a particularly harsh thrust that had you seeing stars, and he’s smiling to himself at how precious you look beneath him. Eyes shut tight as you try to prolong your end, hands gripping his wrists as your breasts bounce with each of his movements. “You’re so pretty, darling.”

Your wonderfully slick walls begin to constrict around him, making your already tight cunt feel impossibly tighter and urging him closer to that end. Needing you to come first, his hand returns to your clit, two fingers rubbing against the sensitive nerve bundle until you were crying his name into the darkness of your bedroom as he praises you through it. A few more thrusts and he’s letting himself go inside you, his grip on your thigh tight enough that he’s sure there will be bruises for him to kiss before he leaves as his hips still against yours. Your eyes are closed as your body relaxes into the mattress, and he’s carefully lowering your legs to a more relaxed position before he eases himself out. 

Instead of moving to lay beside you, he’s settling between your legs with his head on your stomach, and you can only bring your hand to rest atop his head as the room gradually settles. His breathing returns to normal, the rise and fall of his body between your legs helping you to time your own breathing to calm yourself. 

“If things were different, would you have married me?” The question is asked so quietly you almost don’t hear it. But you did, and you’re looking down at the man who is resting his head on your stomach. He’s not looking at you, instead looking out at the wall to your left, but you’re not bothered. Itachi didn’t handle his own vulnerability well.

“I’d marry you tomorrow if you asked me to,” you admit, your fingers pushing through his hair and gently scratching at his scalp like you knew he liked. “And before you say it, I really don’t care about the questions people would ask. I don’t need a different reality, this one is more than enough for me to want to be your wife.”

“You love me that much.”

“I do.”

“Two children, maybe three. A son and a daughter for sure.”

“Maybe a cat?” His fingers are carefully drawing patterns on your side, being careful not to tickle you. You’re grateful that he’s still looking at the wall, because the tears in your eyes would not be easily hidden. To discuss a future that would never be was hard, especially with a man who you loved so much. “I always wanted a cat but my parents never let me have one.”

“No?” 

“Said cats were dirty.”

“Of course they did. Cats would’ve been able to catch the mice running around that place.” He was right, but they’d never see it that way. “You can have as many cats as you’d like.”

“I’ve already got you, so just one would do.” Your teasing has him chuckling before a kiss is tenderly placed to your stomach, and he’s looking at you now as you look down at him. “I love you, Itachi Uchiha.” 

“I love you, too.” Another kiss, but then he’s moving so that he laid beside you. Gentle fingers push your hair back, a warm palm holds your cheek as you look at him with a fondness that was only his. And the name that leaves his lips is yours, but with Uchiha in place of your surname and that has a fresh warmth spreading throughout your chest as he seals his intention with a kiss. This was all he could give you, nothing official in the eyes of anyone besides yourselves, but it was more than enough. 

And as his hand brings your thigh up to his hip, his hardening erection pressing against your slit, you know you’re about to consummate the unofficial bond.

[sanjoongie]

FFF~ Day One

♡Pairing: Park Seonghwa x Reader (f) ♡Genre: Smut with no plot :) ♡Au: childhood enemies to lovers ♡Word Count: 2,248 ♡Warnings: hate fucking, alcohol consumption, degradation kink, fem dom/ male sub dynamics, face riding, male and female orgasm ♡Rated: 18+ MDNI ♡Masterlist link~ | Next Day~ Somnophilia, JYH ♡Dedication~ @downtoamagicalland the unholy trinity beta team

“Soooo, do you remember our friends from elementary school?” Your best friend since childhood brought up oh so casually while eating dinner and catching up.

“Mmm,” You hummed non committedly, chewing on a french fry.

“Well, I promised we’d all meet up later for drinks,” Your friend grinned.

“Really?” You deadpanned, “And you didn’t think to ask me if I had any plans?”

“You never have any plans!” Your friend stated, “Besides, it’s a reunion of sorts. It won’t be proper unless all of us show up.”

You sighed heavily, “Fine, I’ll go. But I’m only staying until I’m pleasantly buzzed and once my stomach is full.”

It would have been a simple obligatory night out, cheering with your best friend, making polite conversation with people you only knew as a child… except for him.

Seonghwa and you had never had a good friendship, even as little children. Seonghwa had always been crying and a pain in your ass. And to Seonghwa, you were the one person who made fun of his sensitivity and he had grown to hate you. So the feeling was mutual… but as adults, it had a sharp edge to it. 

“Wait,” Someone from the group cackled, almost spilling their beer, “Didn’t you used to make fun of Seonghwa for being a cry baby all the time?”

“She did!” Your best friend hooted, “One time he cried about being afraid of the monkey bars after she challenged him to a race and we called him Cry Baby Hwa for a month.”

Seonghwa made a pained expression. “Do we really have to talk about this?”

“It was annoying,” You commented, taking another drink of your cocktail.

“Annoying?” Seonghwa bristled like a hissy cat, “You made my life a living hell!”

“Yeah well I was always the one that the teacher made take care of you when you were crying most of the time and I missed out on all the fun!” You spit back.

Seonghwa’s eyes went wide, “What?”

“Oh yeah, didn’t you miss going on that wooden roller coaster because the teacher thought you had made him cry again so you had to hold his hand while the rest of us went on it?” Someone recalled.

Your best friend’s smile slipped. “Didn’t you cry because the roller coaster was closed down a few months later and you never got to ride it?”

You pressed your lips together. “I don’t remember that.”

“Liar!” Another laughed, “You’ve always been such a bad liar.”

The table continued to recall other memories but you and Seonghwa remained silent. Suddenly this wasn’t so much fun anymore. You stood up abruptly, “I’m gonna head out.”

Everyone protested but you waved them away. “I’ve got an early day tomorrow. It was nice seeing everyone.” You grabbed your purse and made your way out of the pub.

“Hey!” A delicate hand pressed into your shoulder and spun you around. Seonghwa’s uncertain face peered down at you, “Wait.”

You sent a scathing look up at him. “What?”

He chewed nervously on his lip. “I didn’t know that. About the roller coaster.”

“I was an asshole as a kid. I deserved it. Half of the time, you were crying because of me. It wasn’t too far-fetched that our teachers always thought it was me.”

“Did you really hold my hand the entire time we waited for the group to get off the roller coaster?” Seonghwa frowned.

You sighed, watching as your breath came out as mist from the cold. “As I recall, your damn hand was clammy and you kept using my hand to wipe your tears and snot.”

A red blush covered Seonghwa’s face. “Sorry. I was a scared kid.”

You scoffed. “No shit.”

Seonghwa took a deep breath. “Listen, do you want to help me win a bet?”

You stiffened at the statement. “A bet?”

Seonghwa began to sway. “So our friends bet that I couldn't get you to sleep with me because you hated me--”

“Still do,” You corrected him.

That made Seonghwa pause. “Wait, what?”

“Half of my childhood memories are of having to deal with your annoying ass.”

Seonghwa tilted his head in confusion and anger. “I was miserable because of you!”

“So we are in agreement then. We still hate each other’s guts,” You smiled coyly.

Seonghwa dragged his fingers through his hair in frustration. “This is stupid.”

Your phone chimed and you pulled  it out of your pocket out of habit. There was a text from your best friend saying ‘Enjoy!’ with a cheesy winky face. Wait, did she think… “Oh hell no,” You cursed under your breath. You shoved your phone screen in Seonghwa’s face. “Do you see this? Look what you’ve done!”

Seonghwa winced, “I can go back in there. Then they’ll know I’ve lost the bet.”

“Just so I can hear from my best friend that I let another handsome man escape my clutches yet again? Ugh, this is ridiculous.”

Seonghwa had a dopey smile on his face. “You think I’m handsome?”

You let out a frustrated noise and stomped your foot. “No! Those were her words not mine. God damn it all to hell and back.”

“You know, you’re kinda cute when you’re mad,” Seonghwa commented.

You breathed in sharply. Seonghwa’s eyes were twinkling at you. “No. I said no Seonghwa. I don’t know what you’re thinking but get the idea out of your head right now.”

Seonghwa took a step closer to you. “Actually, you didn’t say no.”

Your heart began to race. “Don’t, Seonghwa. Just don’t.” You were buzzed enough that the thought of sleeping with someone, anyone, was quite tantalizing. You weren’t drunk but you had drunk enough to feel your stomach spinning with excitement.

Seonghwa was close enough that his nose could brush yours if he wanted to. HIs eyes became hooded and his hot breath hit your cheek, clashing with the cool air. “Just say no then. I’m a gentleman.”

You swallowed. Your nerves were burning with anticipation. All you had to do was walk away, it was just that easy. But it was just as easy to say yes.

That’s how you found yourself in a cheap motel down the road, hand pressed palm down on Seonghwa’s stomach as you rode him. His hands clenched the sheets below in white-knuckled fists, mouth opened slightly to moan. 

“You’re fucking pathetic, you know that?” You said to him, “I used to be your bully and now you couldn't wait to to fuck me?”

Seonghwa whined below you, nose and cheeks still red from the alcohol he had consumed earlier. “But it’s so good!”

You smirked. “Of course it’s good. Because you enjoy being put down by me.”

His hands dared to move from the bed to your hips and you slapped his stomach in retaliation. “Did I say you could touch me?”

His eyebrows furrowed delicately. “Please.”

“No,” You said in a clipped tone. You took his hands in your own and leaned over so that you could pin them above his head, “You don’t get that privilege.”

Seonghwa’s hips bucked upwards, even more turned on by the notion that there were things he was not allowed to do. Your faces were closer now and your breasts brushed his chest. They swung with your movement and Seonghwa whimpered. “I need--”

“This is not about what you need, Seonghwa. This is about what I want.”

You let go of his wrists, with a stern eye to make sure his hands stayed there and then you propped yourself up on the balls of your feet so you could bounce more efficiently. Seonghwa was like a mewling, desperate thing below you, crying out at the change of pace. His teeth dug into his bottom lip. “Wanna cum!”

You scoffed at him. “I bet you can barely fill the condom with your shot, hmm, Hwa?”

His eyes shot open and for a brief, brief moment something changed. You had slipped and called him the short version of his name. You had told him once when you were children that Seonghwa sounded too dignified, so you had shortened it. In reality, your best friend had a lisp, so you were helping her out.

“I can!” He insisted. 

You rolled your eyes. “I’ll be lucky if I even get to climax from this. You gonna cum already, you big baby? Can’t handle my pussy, can you?”

Seonghwa’s face was in a pained expression again but you were starting to realize it was actually what he did when he was feeling good. He gasped arching his back and then he groaned loudly, slumping back to the bed again. 

You sighed heavily. “You’re useless.”

You lifted yourself off of him, pulling the condom off of his now-softening dick and threw it in the trash. “There. Now you can claim your prize and all our friends can assume that we have made up.”

“Wait, wait,” Seonghwa panted, “You didn’t…?”

“Please,” You belittled him, “Like I hadn't already prepared for that.”

Seonghwa’s eyes stayed glued to the ceiling as he said, “Then use me. Get off. Take your pleasure from me.”

You looked at him like he had grown another head. “Haven’t you had enough? You are a little degradation slut, aren’t you?”

Seonghwa shuddered lightly. “Si-sit on my face.”

“Really? You couldn't make me come with your pitiful cock and you think you can do better with your tongue?” You had already reached for your bra and shirt, preparing to leave.

Seonghwa found the energy to push himself up on elbows. Sweat pulled his hair down against his face and scalp. He looked like you had rode him well. “I can. I can do it.”

“Fine,” You agreed. “But you’re splitting the reward of the bet with me. I’m doing all the damn work here.”

Seonghwa gave you eager eyes as you settled your legs on either side of his head. He moved to wrap his arms around your legs but you tsked at him. “Did you not learn the first time?”

Seonghwa pouted, “But how am I--?”

“You don’t, Hwa. Cute to think that you’d get to be in charge here too.” You waited expectantly but Seonghwa looked up at you with a confused face. “Hwa, stick out your tongue, my god, are you sure you give good head?”

Seonghwa pouted, “Haven't had any complaints.” But still obeyed your orders and stuck his tongue out.

You rode Seonghwa’s face, moving your hips eagerly, searching out the high you had been denied earlier. After a bit, you focused on the pleasure that was blossoming from your lower half. You sat more firmly on Seonghwa, who let out a brief noise of worry before groaning into your cunt. Your thighs pressed against the side of his head, mound brushing his nose every once in a while as you moved your clit along his rough tongue. His groans made gorgeous vibrations against your sensitive nub and you gasped at the added pleasure. It wasn’t until Seonghwa wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked that you lost all control. Your hand descended into his hair, gripping it hard as you rode his face.

“Harder, Hwa, harder,” You encouraged him.

You tipped over the side of pleasure, crying out as your climax washed through you. And as you experienced your high, Seonghwa’s tongue moved to clean you of all your juices, careful of overstimulating you. 

You sighed, this time peacefully, appreciative that you got something from this at least. You heaved your body to the other side of the bed and smirked as Seonghwa breathed in deeply from his mouth. You casted a glance over at your bed partner, and his face was covered in your juices. He was currently using his tongue to capture it all from his face.

“Dirty boy,” You mused, “Can’t get enough of my cunt, can you?”

Seonghwa shook his head. “I can’t.”

You got up and cleaned yourself up in the bathroom. You were fully clothed by the time you came out. Seonghwa was midway putting his pants back on, hopping with one foot stuck in a leg. You rolled your eyes. He really wasn’t capable of anything. Except maybe giving head. 

“Well, I’ll just head out then,” You said a-matter-of-factly.

“Wait!” Seonghwa’s eyes were wide with worry, “Let me take you home.”

“Seonghwa, this is not that kind of thing. This was simply a transactional deal, nothing more,” You cautioned him.

“You’re still buzzed and you take public transportation. Let me take you home.” 

You pushed your mouth to the side. It was late and the sketchy folk did tend to pop out of the seams at this time. It’s not like it wasn’t a good idea. You just didn’t like the fact that Seonghwa could be trying to wiggle his way in for more; more what, of that you were unsure.

“Alright, I’ll let you escort me home,” You relented. Seonghwa’s eyes lit up as if you had just told him he could get candy at the store. “But!’ You said, raising a finger, “I’m not letting you inside.”

Seonghwa smiled happily, eyes searching for his jacket. “That’s fine, I live close anyways.”

The both of you froze, you in disbelief and Seonghwa for getting caught. “Excuse you?” You whispered faintly.

“Shit,” Seonghwa swore quietly.

“Park Seonghwa,” You said, drawing yourself up with every inch of righteous rage, “Was this a set up?”

Seonghwa smiled painfully, “No?”

“I’m going to throttle you,” You threatened.

“Please?”

♡Masterlist link~ | Next Day~ Somnophilia, JYH

[princessbettina]

Bittersweet Memories:Cody Rhodes x Fem reader part 4 (18+)

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Warnings: A brief moment of angst / a brief mention of a loved one passing / a small moment of spice but not too much. Apologies if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes in this.

2014

Being together with the dashing and most handsome Cody Rhodes has been like a dream. He's everything that you could ever dream of when you think about being in love and being in a romantic relationship.

The same thing can be said about Cody when he's Stardust too. Being together romantically with him has given you full immunity. Being his girl meant no one could come after you if they dare because they knew Cody or Stardust, if we're lucky, would swoop in and save the day.

Always and forever.

You know the saying, 'Every road has its thorns' that was starting to become a reality for Cody. Your darling Cody has been on an emotional roller-coaster with his time as Stardust. Quite literally.

In the beginning, Cody seemed to enjoy getting to play someone who he wasn't when it came to Stardust. Previous conversations you've had with him about it Cody has mentioned things like,

"I thought the very first concept art for Stardust was incredible. You know, I can wear a bodysuit and have paint all across my face. I immediately gave them a big thumbs up right away. "

And even,

"This was something way different from any of the other guys in the locker room were doing. This will be fun!" Cody exclaimed, excitement growing on his face.

Seeing him excited about something he's extremely passionate about and dedicated to absolutely filled your heart and soul up with happiness and joy. Cody deserves to be happy, and you will stop at nothing to make sure that he is.

His run as Stardust started out a fun and wonderful time for him. From winning the tag team titles alongside his brother, Goldust, aka Dustin Rhodes to splitting up and going separate ways with his brother, to going and forming an unexpected alliance with The Ascension, it's safe to say the two of them (Cody and Stardust) have been through it all.

It was extremely heartwarming to be there right by his side during that incredible and fun time with him and see how happy Cody was.

I guess you could call yourself Cody and Stardust's cheerleader!

However, unfortunately, this buzz of continuous fun moments has to come to an end sooner rather than later...

2016

"I don't know how much more I can go on like this, darlin. Yeah, Stardust has been a pretty wild and out of this world ride. For me, for you, for the both of us." Cody began to state. Catching your attention with his as his hands interlocked with yours.

You didn't say a word as you knew he had more to say. You continued to listen more.

"I've been in this business for years, and they sure as hell have been some of the best years of my life. But when you've been constantly set up to not win any of your matches lately as a character that is weighing you down, it makes you want to literally tap out." Cody sighed, his hand resting atop of his neck slowly drifting down a bit on his shoulder.

Your heart began to ache as you weren't expecting the words to fall out of your lover's mouth. What was happening? What did this mean?

All you could do was nod your head slowly and gently squeeze Cody's hand a little bit tighter this time.

"Cody, what are you saying? What do you mean by this?" You asked curiously as your eyes began to fill up with tears.

"I'm saying that I don't know how much longer I can be Stardust. The creative team keep setting me up to lose every week and each pitch that I suggest to them, to move away from Stardust and go back to myself. No one wants me to. I'm so over it and want it to be over." Said Cody, breathing deeply again to himself.

"They only want you to continue as Stardust, when you want to get back to being yourself as Cody Rhodes?" You asked while sniffing and wiping away your tears a bit.

Cody nodded and replaced your hand with his on my face as he gently wiped away your tears this time. You nuzzled your nose/face a little in his hand at the sense of his touch.

"That exactly what's going on, darlin'." Cody nodded as he smiled softly at me. Smiling back at him, you relased my face off of his hand and held your hand in his once more.

"If they're forcing you to stay and perform as a character who you're not confident in anymore, I say you should leave. If quitting is what you want and will truly make you happy, then I'll always support you every step of the way, Codes" You replied, reassuring Cody as much as you could.

At your efforts, Cody seemed honored with your kind and reassuring words when he once again smiled at you.

"Thank you, gorgeous. I think it's for the best." Said Cody, planting a kiss on top of your forehead. You blushed at the feel of his kiss on your face.

You sighed softly and took a small breath as you glanced down at the floor for a moment. "I just hope you know what you’re doing, Codes."

"I always do. Everything will work out. I have a plan and got it all covered. The two of us will be just fine, darlin'.' Cody replied softly, winking your way in a playful manner.

You playfully rolled you eyes as you giggled softly. You just knew everything would work out and be fine with him.

With you.

With the both of you.

And that there would be nothing for you to worry about in the end, right?

A few months had gone by, and it was business like usual for Cody and you. You were still wrestling. Cody was still performing as Stardust, but you could tell that he wasn't having as much fun anymore, especially after the conversation him and you had.

You knew Stardust's end would soon be here, and you weren't sure if you were prepared for it.

One day in particular, the whole vibe backstage in the arena we were at for Monday Night Raw was negative and sad. Like there were broken hearts full of grief in each and every one.

You wrestler friends in Natalya, Naomi, and even Summer Rae had shown melancholy expressions. Seeing this sight really frightened you.

What was going on?

Approaching your friends, you raised an eyebrow as you gently rested your arm around Natalya. When she felt your presence, she sniffled while wiping away her tears.

"Nattie? What's going on?" Are you alright?" You asked, with a concern tone rising in your voice.

"Oh, Y/n..." Natalya replied in a hush / whisper. This was not like her to act this way normally.

Something was off.

Something was not right.

Again, you asked nervously, "Nattie, what's wrong? Why is everyone acting like someone passed away?"

Nattie glanced up at you and gently took your hand in hers in a comforting way. She proceeded to take a deep breath and spoke the truth; "Dusty passed away."

You widened your eyes and gasped the loudest that you ever have. Everything around you went numb, and you literally felt your heart break on the inside.

"Cody didn't tell you?" Natalya asked softly as she still sniffles. You shook your head and were about to ask her more, but you were stopped when you felt the touch of your lovers hand interlock with yours.

"Hey, darlin' There you are! I-" Cody exclaimed softly before being interrupted by you as you snaked your arms around him gently, hugging him in a sign of comfort that you knew he very much needed.

"I'm so sorry, Codes!" You whispered as you were still nuzzled in his chest.

Cody took a small breath as he smiled softly down at you, gently placing his hand on the base of your back. "You're the best, Y/n! I love you. " He spoke softly as the both of yiu continued to hug one another.

You gently fixed your body position,standing up straight as your arms were still wrapped around him. Cody sneaked his arms around your waist this time while gently lifting me up off the ground.

"I thought I was tougher than this." You heard Cody whisper as he continued to hug you. Hearing his voice crack started to ache your heart.

You hugged him a little bit tighter as you gently rubbed his back, giving him all the comfort and security you knew he needed in this moment. "You are tough, my love. You're also brave too and I'm so proud of you." You reassured him.

Gently releasing you from the warm embrace, Cody smiled softly down at you while placing both hands on top of your upper arms. Seeing the tears fill his eyes broke your heart even more.

"I miss him so much! If I could get just one more minute with him, that would make me happy." Cody softly whispered as you gently wiped away his tears with your thumb.

"I know you do, my love. You two were so close." You replied softly as you gently caressed his face with the palm of your hand.

Cody nuzzled his cheek in your hand, "He was my best friend. I want to tell him one more time that I loved him-I love him. We lost the wrong person..."

"Aw my love, I guarantee you that he knows"

"I just hope I could know that for sure..." Cody whispered as he hugged you softly once more as you hugged him back, placing a soft kiss on his cheek.

Later in the night, Cody had a match as Stardust against Zack Ryder in what the company called 'Main Event ' -a match before the actual show started.

Once Cody was finished getting ready in his gear and makeup, you did everything you could to get him in the right mindset. Fire him up before his match like you always tried to do for him.

Standing backstage right next to the cut off where the gorilla area was, Cody in his gorgeous dark purple and black Stardust gear smiled flirtatiously down at you, he gently pulled you closer to him where you stood right in front of him.

"You're going to do so amazing out there, my love! You always do and always remember that your girl is always watching and supporting you every match!" Yoy softly spoke up at him, winking at Stardust before you placed a soft kiss on his cheek.

"Thank you, darlin! You're the best cheerleader I could ever ask for. I love you." Cody replied softly as he smirked while gently placing both hands on top of your waist, pulling you even closer to him.

His hands and fingers gently slid down your sides briefly, causing you to blush; "Always for you. I love you too." You replied before inching closer to him and closing the gap between both of your lips.

"Now go show the world just how incredible you always are, my love!" You said, encouraging Cody with a smile and a wink.

Cody pecked your lips softly before waving back at you as he stepped out through the curtain; "Thank you, darlin."

Watching Stardust, aka Cody perform in his match tonight against Zack, always gave you anxious butterflies in your stomach as you never knew just how feel and what to expect from his matches.

Yes, you'd hope for Cody to win each match, but of course, you have to lose every once in a while, too. Watching Stardust begin to travel down that path in the match started to worry you.

You never stopped cheering for Stardust ! You hoped, and you hoped that somehow,some way, he'd pull out a victory; "Come on, baby!" And "Come on, my love! You can do this."

You gasped heavily as your eyes began to widen when you saw Zack pin Stardust and that he won instead of Stardust. "Oh man," you whispered to myself as you hid your head against your hands briefly.

Stardust should have won. That was his match!

You anxiously waited for Cody to make his way backstage. Thankfully, your friends, Nattie and Summer were near by and offered you comfort as they watched Cody's match too.

"Are you alright, y/n?" Asked Summer as she gently hugged you from the side.

"Aww, it'll be okay, y/n! I promise. I'm sure he'll get the next one." said Natalya as she winked at you and rested her hand on your shoulder gently.

"You two are the sweetest. I just hope this loss doesn't start to affect him and us." You said softly into your sleeve a bit.

Your mind kept thinking thoughts like; How was he going to react? What was he going to do?

Moments later, Cody made his way successfully backstage through gorilla. Your heart began racing rapidly as you knew that this might not be pretty...

-End of chapter/part 4♡

HAPPY NEW YEAR, EVERYONE! I'm finally back with a new chapter to my Cody series, and it feels great finally getting back into writing in general again. I'm so sorry for the long wait on this, I'm going to try and update more and as much as possible! I hope you enjoyed the read. I'll see you in the next one ♡

Taglist: @american-girl001 @iguessilikewrestlingnow @shay2yay

[alvojake]

yk how you said that it sounds like a plot to a fic…. yeah. been there, done that. my relationship with my ex literally started as friends to strangers to enemies to friends to lovers. i am not kidding when i say i can’t do any more drama 😭 need me a mans who’s a loser and knows NO ONE I KNOW

PLEASE 😭 I would simply pass away like that just sounds like a roller coaster out of hell...

[caitlynnrosespn]

Another Rant. More Like A Response.

So I was going to make a video about this because I have a lot to say. But I realized that the stutter I thought I had gotten rid of Freshman years comes out heavily if I'm pissed, which I currently am, so I'll just save use the headache and type this out.

Also tagging @apexious cuz they wanted to see this.

Look. I could totally tag people. I could name names. But I'm not going to. Because at this point everyone has probably either seen this post or knows who this person is. And goddamn do I have a lot to say about them.

Number 1: If you're gonna call me out call me out bestie. Coming after me for a post I made expressing discomfort at a NSFW self ship is fine and all, but then you go ahead and say stuff like "adult people can have adult thoughts about other adults" when my post was referring to a fanfic written by a KID? Get your facts straight before you say anything that's public. Here's the thing, was my post in poor taste? Quite possibly. Was there an adult way to handle it and get the results you wanted? Oh yeah. Did you do the adult thing? Nope! Instead of either A. taking it to a private message and explaining what was wrong or B. making a respectful post that highlighted what was wrong in a mature way, you made a disrespectful, arrogant, self righteous post bashing an entire fanbase despite the fact that only a few people were at large. So now, instead of placing the responsibility of accountable parties, which I would have been included in, and allowing to own up and apologize, you have now not only included yourself into the problem, but also blown the problem wayyyy out of proportion. May I remind you that we are a fairly tiny fandom based on a video game directed at children? I've been playing since 2012, so believe me when I say these games have come a long way. Hell, these characters now in fanfics didn't have names until The Traveler season happened. Remember the days of referring to characters as "the coach from One Kiss" or "Jessy's guy in Swish Swish" or "P1 in Lean On"? Yeah, that was surprisingly not that long ago. So it is responsible to believe that the concept of NSFW or self shipping in a fandom is relatively new to us. Shit, we are not going to act like a normal fandom! This fandom is very different then others, so if we make a mistake like bagging on things that are all normal in other fandoms, then be fucking patient! Call it out in a respectable way, and let us fix it! We always do!

Next, the other problems you discussed? Are they currently in the room with us? I have not seen these problems like, at all. There is no mass shitting on people who have comfort characters. People who fetishsize and disrespect characters? Hell yeah (we took care of people like youngjackissohot and others), but not genuine comfort/kinny characters. The vast majority of us have a comfort character and that's why we are in this fucking community in the first place! Maybe i'm just blind as a bat, but I have not seen anyone tear apart anyone watching maps on Youtube. Bitch, most of us don't have a Switch so those maps on Youtube are our saving grace to stay in this community. Is this happening on another site, like Reddit or Twitter? Cuz if so maybe you should have gone and bitched to them instead of complain on here.

And you don't think we should benefit from your presence in this community? Ok Jesus, sorry you're leaving! Seriously though, while I appreciate everyone in this community and think you make an impact no matter how big it is, this is a classic case of "someone got a little too big for their britches". Sure, we hate to see you go. But like you said, you haven't been active since Lover Coaster (which you couldn't even remember the name of btw-how in the absolute fuck are you going to get involved with Fandom matters if you can't even name the last season you remember?) and we all survived without you. So don't pretend all of a sudden you're some hotshot celebrity whose mere absence in this community will affect anything. I have a few good fics that I am updating frequently that I know people will enjoy, and I've active for a good while, but I know if I fell of the face of the earth right now my absence in the fandom won't cause any major issues. Get a reality check.

Lastly, you're dealing with a fandom here. A group of humans who are all flawed and all make mistakes and all have their moments. If you're not happy with the ugly sides of that, then I'm sorry but you don't deserve to benefit from the many good sides. We are by far the least problematic fandom I have so far heard of. For the most part, we are kind to each other and care for each other and we love each other. If we make mistakes we make sure to fix them and then we carry on. If you have a problem with us not always getting along and us sometimes having our moments then don't let the door hit you on the way out.

I'm sorry you have to see this side of me, but come after this family and call us nothing more than a group of fucking assholes and see what happens next bitch. Cuz next time I won't hesitate to nane names.

[goth-automaton]

Hello fellow horror movie lover! 🖤🩸

what are your favourite horror movies?

Hello, hello! 💜💜💜

Well, my all time fav is 2018 "Suspiria"! 💜 It's so incredibly beautiful and sensual and captivating... Also, Tilda Swinton my beloved! 💜

I also really like "Midsommar" for how artistic and fucked up it is. 💜 And Florence Pugh's performance is perfect there! 💜

2013 "Oculus" is among my favs too. 💜 I think it's a bit underrated tbh. The editing and the whole two timelines thing (the plot happens simultaneously in the past and in the present time, the scenes are alternating and connecting) is done masterfully! 💜 Also, evil mirrors? Unreliable narrator? Yes, please! 💜

2021 "Death Knot". Sweetest fuck, "Death Knot". This movie is so intense! And so good! 💜 Seriously, more people should watch it.

2004 "Shutter" is a classic, when it comes to Asian horrors and it definitely deserves the title. Same for j-horror 2002 "Dark Water" (although this one is more sad, than scary... But the finale is really intense!). 💜

2021 "Titane". Seeing it in a cinema was unforgettable experience. This movie is a roller-coaster from the beginning till the very end and I enjoyed it a lot. Also, pregnancy? In my body horror? Yes, yes, yeeeeeeees!!! 💜💜💜

I like "Saw" series in general, especially the first two. Jigsaw is one charismatic motherfucker and I adore him, Tobin Bell served cunt there. Also, Amanda is my baby. 🥺 Same for Adam. 🥺

Also... Call me a basic bitch, but I'm really fond of 2012 "The Woman in Black". Is it cliched to hell and back? Yeah. But it's pretty and the vibe is impeccable + Daniel Radcliffe shows that he's actually a really good actor. A very solid watch. 💜

Thank you for the question! 💜 Heh, I could ramble about horror a lot, I love this genre! 💜💜💜

[swearingcactus]

WET WIP WEDNESDAY!!!1!!!!!1!!

Kerry tells him ghost stories, he doesn’t do it often, but he does do it. It happens on suspiciously quiet nights, when they lock themselves up in the villa, after one too many drinks. The same kind of nights where Kerry feels more like an old friend than a lover, when V doesn’t want to think about how that works and neither does Kerry so he’ll take a swig of something and do his best impressions of the stories his grandparents told him. Or something he’d read in old school shitty blogs on the net. Kerry’d lie and say he doesn’t bother to remember instead of saying his memory’s already playing tricks on him.

“Ya superstitious, V?” He’ll ask every time, and every time V answers, “A little.” 

And Kerry never 100% gets why V will chuckle at that– because it’s an inside joke between V and Johnny: that he’s haunted and sometimes possessed by a ghost in his body and the exorcism is taking a little too long. But by then Kerry will continue anyway: “Lemme tell you something.” 

And then he’ll go on a spiel about some nightmarish story straight from hell. Chromes housing souls that disobey new owners they’re implanted on. A cursed katana with an insatiable lust for blood, destined to kill anyone who wields them. The three eyed crows that squawked like a prequel to death, mutated as a result from nuclear radiation, how Arasaka blasted them all to extinction and how if you go to Arasaka Tower at night, you could still hear that god awful squawk!

Tonight, Kerry starts differently, “Death Dips,” He says, the name like a whisper to waiting devils eager to start the night properly, “The coaster to hell. Seems like something up yours and Johnny’s alley.” 

“Is this the rollercoaster up in Pacifica? ‘Cus that is up our alley, we got that fixed.”

“No it’s not– you fixed the Pacifica rollercoaster?” 

“Yeah.”

“Like, fix fixed it? It’s safe?”

“Yep, took it for a spin with Johnny right after.” 

“What, why didn’t you take me for a spin?” 

He feels Johnny’s smug preening like a vice in his chest, next to his guilt towards Kerry. Kerry must’ve guessed the answer, the blatant didn’t even think about it, and he scrunches his face unhappily. Rockerboys don’t like to share anything, including and not limited to practically dead mercs. 

“Death Dips?” V fished, trying to segway back into the story.

thanks for tagging me @civilization-illstayrighthere! i haven't been writing much since i've been busy lately but im planning to post a fic soon, dunno which one since i have a couple of wips. This is one of em that originally started as a short series of horror stories that kerry tells v that now became its own thing. also inspired by the song Death Dips by Kid Kapichi no pressure tagging @killyourrdarlingss @glitchinginthegarden and anybody else who'd like to <3

[fandoms-ruin-life]

Trope Rating Game Rules: how much do these tropes affect your decision to click on a fic?

-10 -> very dissuaded

0 - don’t care either way

+10 -> very enticed

nope -> if it’s a hard no and you’d never click on a fic with that tag or you even have the tag blocked or you’d insta click out of the fic if it wasn’t tagged.

Bonus points for explaining the rating and whether it’s conditional.

***

Thanks for the tag @glitter50000 ! I love these kinds of things lol, they're always so fun (even if it always takes me a million years to respond)

Age gap: 1 I'm usually indifferent about age, idc either way if they're the exact same age or have a super big gap lol. But I didn't put 0 because I have seen some situations where it is done in a way that's super fun and can make the dynamics more interesting. Codependency: 10 Gimme allll the codependent unhealthy pairings! I will say that I tend to prefer super codependent friendships who prioritise each other over their significant others, and the partners just have to deal with the permanent +1. But honestly I'm always there for any codependent dynamics in fiction lol.

Obsession/possessives or Jealousy: 5 Depends on how its done. If its done well and the story is juicy? Hell yeah, that's gotta be one of my fav tropes. But if it's done in a way that doesn't quite tickle my brain right, it can be a squick and I wont be continuing the fic

Opposites (grumpy/sunshine, etc): 10 Most of my OTPS fall into this trope lol

Enemies to lovers, enemies with benefits: -10 I need the love to be there. I can't deal with any sort of hate sex or even too much conflict. It isn't a "nope" though because I have read maybe one or two enemies to lovers fics that were pretty good- they need to meet very specific standards for me to click on the fic and continue it, so most of the time I just don't bother.

Friends with benefits: -8 Ehhh... I can enjoy these on a rare occasion, but again, definitely not something I seek out.

Sex with feelings: 0 If its in a fic, then great love to see them connect. But I'm not gonna seek out a oneshot that's just this trope. Sex just doesn't do anything for me lol

Fake/pretend dating relationships: 3 These can be good, but only if there are no misunderstandings (my least favourite trope). Unfortunately they tend to go hand in hand, so I don't click these fics often, but when they're good, they're good.

Friends to lovers: 8 Super cute! I love when they already have a foundation to their relationship

Found family: 10 Found family is my kink

Hurt/comfort: 9 As long as the comfort is super good and lasts just as long (if not longer) than the hurt, I'm all for it. Makes for some of the best fics, the roller coaster of emotion is always *chef's kiss*. But I'm def not a fan of when the comfort is literally there for all of two seconds before the fic ends. If fics tagged with this trope reliably had long comfort scenes then this would easily be a 10, but it's -1 point due to those blue balling situations lol.

Love Triangle: Nope Hell no. I hate that it's so prominent in media, I'm not about to seek it out in fic too.

Poly, open relationships: 0 Don't care either way. As long as its an interesting storyline and characters that I care about, I'll read it

Mistaken/hidden identity: -5 Not usually something I look for or enjoy, I have read some good ones tho.

Monsterfucking: 5 As long as the focus isn't on the fucking (again sex doesn't do it for me lol) then sure, super interesting dynamics at play there

Pregnancy: -1 Will only enjoy if I'm in the mood for it

Second Chance: 9 I love a good grovelling fic... as long as the second chance isn't due to cheating or some other major betrayal/literal crime against the person. That's not something I can forgive, and as such don't like seeing it in characters. It also only works when the one giving the second chance doesn't immediately forgive whatever the hell happened... we need gradual progress where the one in trouble proves that whatever happened will not do so again.

Slowburn: -5 The only time I will read is if it is secondary to the plot. An entire focus on two characters either just not communicating or taking their grand ol time realising what we all already know? Nah, not for me. Tagged next, if you want to!: @penguinsr4ever @fantasy2739 @disney-marvel-starwars-blog @a-wraith-in-the-mountains (I mean it when I say if you see this and want to do it but aren't tagged, please do. I'm not very good with names so I've also almost definitely forgotten someone I would usually tag in these things. Sorry if I have!)

[takethistoyourstardust]

Mage Ranks the JD2023E Map... Wet Tennis

And the ride on the coaster doesn’t stop, as we head to space to do our first duo dance of the season, and to play some *reads flash cards*... wet. tennis. Is that even a euphemism???

MAP: Wet Tennis - Sofi Tucker DIFFICULTY: Medium EFFORT: Moderate JD+ NEEDED?: Yes SEASON: Lover Coaster

It’s love-love under the cut!

... this song is so fucking stupid /neg.

Don’t get me wrong, I don’t have anything against stupid lyrics and weird metaphors. I’m a Fall Out Boy fan, and half of those lyrics are the weirdest metaphors you’d never even think of and the other half are devastating metaphors, I’m looking at you, ‘they might be your wounds but they’re my sutures’. Fuck, I’m a musicals fan, and some of those metaphors get fucking dumb.

But like... what the hell is “wet tennis” anyways?! I assume it’s a euphemism for sex, but then the verses lyrics mean... basically fucking nothing! I know they mean something but in my ears they sound like nothing. The instrumental of the song is fun, I’m always a sucker for bass and brass, and neither of the singers are bad singers per se, but the lyrics are making me squint at them like that’ll help me understand them more, which I shouldn’t even be paying attention to because I need to pay attention to the dance.

... Oh yeah the dance! It’s cute!

It’s a bit of a gimmicky one, with the coaches gaining tennis rackets to literally play tennis during the chorus, and to use as a prop. I actually think it’s quite a cute gimmick, if only because it reminds me of Wii Sports tennis. I think this map was made specifically for people who hate holding their JoyCons/phones and uses weird accessories, because holding the JoyCon gives me a physical feedback of sorts that I, again, compare to Wii Sports tennis. I think the song is rated correctly, there’s quite a bit of jumping and movement, and while it’s always on beat, I can definitely see people getting tripped up at the end when they go a little slow-mo suddenly, and especially when the gold moves finally show up.

The coaches, Kaa’rik (yellow alien) and Masi’el (pink alien), are so cute. My favorite of the two is Masi’el, because I am not immune to pink and tennis dress. I’m not sure what makes the tennis they’re playing particularly “wet”, maybe in space the tennis balls need to be soaked in water or something. Also, I really love Masi’el’s hair style. Truly a cutie. Kaa’rik is pretty nice too. Overall, cute coaches, and they seemed to be having a ball (pun genuinely not intended). There was no lip syncing in this map, which is fine, I remember back in the first few games when the coaches didn’t even have faces.

The aesthetics of the map are fun, too, very futuristic and sporty. Not much else to say about it, especially since the map is SO new that the lore master hasn’t even said much about the coaches or the tennis ball-shaped ship this takes place in.

I should also point out that this routine technically got leaked a little early, both due to data mining and because it showed up in the background of the alternate map of Can’t Stop The Feeling, hence why it’s preview got uploaded alongside abc (nicer)’s map, that released earlier.

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GENERAL RATING: THUMBS UP!

SPECIFIC RATING: 7/10

A cute (albeit somewhat gimmicky) routine, a pair of cute coaches, and a fun si-fi background. It’s definitely not a bad routine to play with a friend! However, I’m sorry, I cannot get over how incredibly fucking stupid the song is, and I will be honest, that’s what’s tanking the score. It might be unfair, but with how much you have to listen to the song to stay on beat, you’re going to eventually feel your brain melt trying to figure out just what in the fuck compelled a person to call sex “wet tennis”.

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Thanks for reading! No obligation to follow or do much else, but I’d love to hear your opinion on the map! I’d especially love to hear if you like the song, of if you’re with me in thinking it’s dumb. I’m trying to do a map rating every day, so I do hope you’ll stick around, and see what maps I rate next! See you around!

~ Mage <3

[impossible-rat-babies]

also stupid warlock and stupid wizard talked about their ~*feelings*~ and now are an Offical Thing

[soubi122]

The Artist and Her Canvases - PT 9

BontenxReader, no minors, violence, suggestive material/situations, smut, light fluff, blood, murder, mentions/use of illegal substances, mentions/use of illegal activity.

Hello all, sorry for my late post! I had a lot of fun writing this one and hope to bring you guys the more little fun chapters like this. No smut in this specific chapter.

Part 9 - A Date

Revealing what happened to you was hard, what came after was harder - they all treated you like some fragile thing and you hated it. Weeks went by without any action…no fucking, no flirting, not even touching. They were acting like they were walking on eggshells. They were afraid to be left alone in a room with you, they couldn’t even return the kisses you would give them. You’re used to Takeomi and Mochizuki treating you differently since they saw you as a sibling rather than a lover. They pointed it out to the rest that they shouldn’t be treating you that way. Even when you initiated, they just shut you down - for fuck sake, Mikey wasn’t sleeping over as much.

You’ve had enough. “Guys, please stop…you’re seriously making me feel uncomfortable.” You say as they sat in your living room and someone changed the channel when a scene in a movie showed a woman getting hit by a man. “She’s not a kid, she’s not a delicate flower, she’s not any different from when you all met her…stop it.” Takeomi said as he snatched the remote from Sanzu’s hands. They sat quiet and couldn’t even turn to look at you. “I can’t do this…” You got up and walked out of your condo. Immediately Mochizuki and Takeomi got up to go after you. “(Y/N), wait!” Mochizuki’s voice made you stop and turn around. He could see the pain in your eyes. “Let’s go for a drive, yeah?” He jingled the car keys in front of your face and gave you a smirk - “Darlin’ I think he’s letting you drive Lucy…” Takeomi said, also smirking.

“Brake! Brake!” Mochizuki is screaming and hitting the imaginary brake pedal from the passenger seat. The look on your face was devilish, you rev the engine and sped up - “Did I ever tell you my dad had an American muscle car? La Mamalona?” You couldn’t help the sensation of being behind the wheel again. They were impressed that you knew how to drive stick, but the fact that you were burning rubber and were zooming down the highway was making them clutch their seatbelts tighter. “Mochi, can we go to the amusement park? I need to go faster…” Your smile was enough for them to both say yes. “Whatever you want little lady, just don’t burn Lucy out.” He chuckled and Takeomi ran his hand on top of your head, messing up your hair.

“Let’s go ride that one!” You point excitedly at the highest roller coaster in the park. “Oh hell naw!” Takeomi yells out and backs away from the line. “Come on Takeomi, please!” You say clasping your hands together, “Even Mochizuki is riding it with me, right Mochi?” The stars in your eyes were too bright for him to say no. “Hmm” He hummed, agreeing with you. You dragged Takeomi with you and had both of them wrapped around your arms. The line was moving and you all managed to get to the front of the cart. “Yay!” You squealed and kicked your legs as the ride was about to take off. “Fuck…fuck…fuuuuuuuuuck!!” Was all you heard Takeomi say as the ride tipped over the highest point and sped through the tracks. You lift your arms up and scream your little heart out. Mochizuki was gripping the safety harness but trying not to scream, there was no way he was going to show he’s scared like Takeomi was.

At the end of the ride, your legs felt like jelly and you were laughing at how pale Takeomi was. You were passing the booth by the exit and saw the photo of you three in the front seat. “Is that? It is!” Running up to the booth, you asked the attendant for three copies of the photo and paid. You couldn’t stop laughing at the photo, you were crying with laughter and holding your stomach. “I think this is my favorite photo in the entire world!” You hold out the photo for Mochizuki and Takeomi to see. They couldn’t help but laugh at how ridiculous it was. Takeomi had his mouth wide open and a look of fear, you were smiling with your hands up and Mochizuki was clutching the harness with a straight face and tears in his eyes.

Since that was the tallest and fastest roller coaster in the park, you easily convinced them to get on the other rides. One of the last rides you wanted to get on were the spinning tea cups. For the first time Mochizuki said no. “Little lady, I’ve gone through hell and back but this is my limit.” You hugged him super tight and begged “Pleeeease! This is the last ride, I promise!” The pout you gave him was making him weaker by the second. “Come on man, I rode that monstrosity at the beginning for her - you gotta get on.” Takeomi said while patting his shoulder. Mochizuki sighed and gave in. “Yay! I love you guys!” The words that flew out of your mouth made time stop for them. It felt like they gave you the happiness you deserve. It was worth getting dizzy just to see the smile on your face and knowing that they were the reason behind it.

Once off the ride, the three of you were stumbling around and falling over in laughter. The tea cups were spinning so fast that you were sure to fly out if it weren’t for Mochizuki holding on to you. After your dizziness subsided and everyone was back to normal, you guys hit the snack bar and got all sorts of things. It felt like they were the older brothers you never had and they spoiled you. “Hey darlin’, we’re gonna go to the bathroom, wait for us here.” Takeomi said while you sat on the bench eating your ice cream cone. “Okie dokie.” A few minutes went by as the lines were long. As you waited, you were minding your own business and looking back at the photo taken from the first roller coaster. You couldn’t help but laugh out loud. “Hey sexy, where’s your date?” A guy said while taking a seat next to you. Ugh, here we go. “In the bathroom, I suggest you leave before-” He cut you off by swinging his arm around your shoulder. “Come one girly, let me show you a good time…” He said, inching his face closer to yours. You smashed the ice cream cone in his face. “I said get lost asshole…” You say with a low tone.

The guy immediately got up and pulled you by the collar, “You fucking bitch!” You smiled in his face, “What the fuck are you smiling about?” There was malice in your eyes, you’ve wanted to blow some steam off for a while. Mochizuki and Takeomi made it back to you and were about to kill the little shit but stopped at what happened next. You punched him in the throat, making him drop you immediately, he was choking and coughing. “I said, fuck off!” You knocked him over and he was on the ground still coughing. You began kicking him and stomping on him. Both men were just standing there pointing and laughing at the guy who was balled up on the ground. “Don’t you fucking touch me again or else I will break your fucking hands!” A pair of arms pick you up from behind and your body tensed, “Little lady, you’re in timeout…” Mochizuki’s voice snapped you out of your rage. He began carrying you away from the scene. “Listen here you little shit, you’re lucky she kicked your ass - you would have been dead if we caught you…” Takeomi said as he walked away.

They couldn’t help but be proud of you, “pfftt…darlin’, you’ve been holding on to that for a while, haven’t you?” Takeomi asked as Mochizuki put you down. “Yes, sexual deprivation makes me irritable.” They both patted you on the head, “I know they’ve been off lately but I’m sure they mean well, they care about you…a lot.” Mochizuki said as he signaled it was time to go home. “I think your first victim should be Sanzu…” Takeomi joked as he got in the front passenger seat. You hopped in the back seat and laughed at his attempt to make you feel better. “Thank you guys, seriously - I needed this.”

“Any time darlin’…” The ride back home was quiet and you fell asleep in the back seat. They couldn’t help but smile at your innocent sleeping face, “She looks so peaceful in her sleep, if only they knew she’s the devil in disguise…” Mochizuki said grinning. All the excitement and adrenaline from earlier had you knocked out cold. When they arrived at the parking lot, you wouldn’t wake up and kept mumbling in your sleep. They sighed and Takeomi picked you up like a toddler - your head was hanging off his shoulder and your legs were hanging on his waist. Mochizuki couldn’t help but snap a picture of the sight - “This stays between you and me…Takeomi.” He chuckled and proceeded to the elevator.

Once they reached your place, Mochizuki opened the door and saw Mikey. He was the only one waiting for you at home. “Is she ok?” Mikey said standing up, he thought you were hurt or something with how your body looked so limp. “Shh, she’s fine - she’s just tired.” Takeomi said while trying to open the bedroom door. Mikey was confused and started asking Mochizuki about today. “Mikey…you guys are pushing her away like this…” He said while showing him the photo from the rollercoaster. Mikey couldn’t help but feel jealous, you were having so much fun and were smiling from ear to ear. It doesn’t take a lot to make you happy. “Oh and by the way…” he pulls out his phone and shows him a picture of you stomping on the guy who was trying to hit on you earlier. “She can take care of herself now…” Mochizuki’s face was beaming with pride and Mikey understood why. You aren’t made out of glass.

Takeomi laid you down as gently as possible, “goodnight darlin’…” and placed a kiss on your forehead. With your eyes still closed you mumbled out a goodnight and a thank you. He exited the room and saw Mikey leaning on the door frame, “You hate heights…” Mikey chuckled at his facial expression in the photo. “If I could see her face like that everyday…it’s worth it” Takeomi patted Mikey on the shoulder as he walked out the room. “Angel, you have everyone wrapped around your finger and you don’t even know it…”

Part 9 End

@shinichirosupremacy @litle-crow @bajifairyy @mikariko @buns-inhiding @nekoisme @erza-uzumaki @summerdasy

[kpop-zone]

The Lady in Red | Jennie

Mafia AU | Meet messy/Strangers to lovers | “Are you sure this is legal?”

Warnings: blood, death, anxiety symptoms

Wordcount: 3,373

A/N: The gif is kinda flashy, please tell me if that’s a problem for someone, then I will switch it out!!

“I guess I don’t need to tell you that his infiltration into the ‘circle of trust’ was unsuccessful.”

Seungyeon chuckled sadly next to you and you turned around with a shaky sigh, not being able to look at your patched-up colleague in the hospital bed any longer.

“When will we finally manage to take them down?!”

You growled while angrily kicking the chair that was standing next to the door for the police officer that would have to be there 24/7 for safety reasons from now on.

“I’m starting to believe that we will never be able to. The Kim Clan isn’t the most powerful criminal organization in the city for no reason. Their network is bigger than we could have ever guessed when we started to investigate them and the mastermind behind all this seems to be a ghost. I mean we have no idea what The Lady in Red even looks like. Five years of thorough investigation and there are no clues about her, except that she has to be the most ruthless person on this planet considering that none of her subordinates dare to betray her...”

Seungyeon buried her face in her hands in defeat but you instantly shook your head. You couldn’t let The Lady in Red win; especially not after all the blood, sweat and tears that you had put into this case. You had become a detective to make this world a better place. You couldn’t let the biggest criminal of this city get away.

“Let’s wait till Jihoon wakes up. Maybe he remembers something.”

You tried to sound hopeful although you weren’t even sure whether Jihoon would wake up at all. You had found him in front of the police station this morning, drowning in his own blood after he had joined the Kim Clan almost a year ago to investigate undercover. He had been the great hope in your team. No other cop had ever managed to be a part of the clan for that long before, making you think that you had finally achieved a breakthrough. A foolish hope that made you feel like a failure now that you were standing in front of his hospital bed.

“Do you really believe that?”

Seungyeon replied doubtfully and you huffed in frustration. Of course, you didn’t believe that. With his injuries, you could be glad if Jihoon would ever be able to walk and talk again. But it was too hard to admit that you had hit another dead end; that Jihoon’s sacrifice had been in vain. Angrily, you clenched your fists and closed your eyes in order to calm down again, but it felt like you were riding a roller coaster. Your heart was beating out of your chest and your head was spinning, making you feel nauseous. You couldn’t bear to look at your half-dead friend any longer.

“I need to get out of here.”

You uttered breathlessly before bursting away. Blindly, you stumbled through the hallways, bumping into people left and right before eventually reaching the underground parking. You just needed to get away from those bright lights, the sterile smell, and the constant beeping of Jihoon’s heartrate monitor that seemed to be making fun of your obvious incapability to catch The Lady in Red. This was all your fault. If you were a better team leader, Jihoon would still be making his bad jokes that had always made night shifts more bearable in the past in some way or another. Tears immediately started to pool in your eyes when you thought about the possibility of never being able to hear your friend’s goofy laugh again that had managed to make everyone join in even when his joke had been terrible. What had you done? How could you have allowed him to go undercover?

In hopes that you could flee your bad conscience if you were only fast enough, you hastily unlocked your car before diving into the driver’s seat. It still seemed like your head was spinning in circles and the extreme ringing in your ears didn’t really increase your fitness to drive, but you didn’t hesitate a second before starting the engine and backing out of the parking space full speed.

You just needed to get away.

A loud collision, however, cut your escape short and forced your car to come to an abrupt halt, causing your body to be painfully pressed back into your seat by your seatbelt. For a second, you stared ahead dumbfounded as you tried to understand what had happened until a roaring voice managed to rip you out of your state of shock.

“You idiot!! Use your eyes!!”

A man yelled and you realized that you must have rammed another car. Frustrated, you huffed because your day really couldn’t get any worse before exiting the car reluctantly. A tall man dressed in a suit came rushing towards you and judging by the crimson color of his face, he seemed to be nearly exploding from anger. Subconsciously, you took a defensive stance, ready to parry off a punch in case that he would decide to physically attack you. Just before the man could reach you, however, a loud, high-pitched whistle suddenly made him stop. Like a well-behaved dog he froze and turned around to look at the source of the noise.

“Junho, where are your manners?”

A mysterious voice asked, and you tried to look past Junho in order to catch a glimpse of your savior. You could only see a pair of red high heels and slender legs emerging from the car that you had rammed before a breathtakingly beautiful woman eventually got out of it. Against your will, your eyes automatically started to scan her from head to toe and you had to stop your jaw from slacking. She was simply stunning. Something about her was mesmerizing although you didn’t know whether it was her piercing gaze that seemed to be sharper than a knife, the way she moved her body so gracefully or her clothes that screamed ‘rich’ to you. Of course, you had managed to damage the only car that cost more than your annual salary out of all the junk cars in this parking garage... Remorsefully, you looked to the floor when the woman walked closer to you, figuring that you should probably show respect to her as money usually equated power where you lived. As soon as she was standing in front of you, you opened your mouth to give the most heartfelt apology that you could come up with in order to save your own neck, but the sound of her voice put an end to your plan.

“Are you ok?”

The woman asked and to your surprise her voice wasn’t filled with anger or annoyance, but with concern instead. Confused, you looked up and you realized that her feline eyes appeared to be a lot softer now while scanning your face worriedly. Automatically, your hand reached up to touch your face and you discovered to your surprise that your cheeks were tear stained. In embarrassment, you quickly used your sleeve to wipe away the remainders of your breakdown just a few seconds ago and cleared your throat to sound more or less poised.

“Yes. I’m sorry for ramming your car. I’ve been incautious for a second.”

You pointed at your cars that were surrounded by bits of red, broken glass, but the woman didn’t avert her gaze from you.

“I don’t want you to worry about the cars right now. Are you sure you’re ok? That was one hell of a collision. Are you hurt?”

Her reaction caught you off guard and you stared at her speechlessly. Why wasn’t she yelling at you? Was she that rich that she didn’t even care about her car anymore?

“I-I...yeah...I’m fine.”

You stammered, causing you to facepalm yourself inwardly. It seemed like you were trying to do everything in your power to prove that you were a complete idiot.

“I’m glad to hear that. I was worried for a second.”

The woman smiled softly, causing you to feel weak in your knees. If she would continue looking at you like that, you could not be held responsible for whatever rash action of yours it would cause. A blush started to spread in your cheeks as the two of you simply stared at each other and you frantically tried to come up with something smart to say in order to save your face. Once again, however, the woman beat you to it.

“I’m Jennie by the way.”

She introduced herself while holding out her hand and you quickly wiped your right palm on your pants just in case that it was as sweaty as it felt.

“I’m Y/N.”

You shook her hand, feeling how the touch caused a tingling feeling in your stomach. Embarrassed, you wanted to pull away again, but Jennie kept holding on to your hand a little longer before allowing you to loosen your grasp.

“It’s very nice to meet you, Y/N. I hope that we’re not the reason for you to be late to something, you seemed to be in a hurry earlier.”

For the first time, Jennie averted her gaze from you to assess the scene of the crash before calmly looking back at you as if her multimillion won car wasn’t damaged. You expected her to finally scold you for your lack of concentration that had caused this accident, but Jennie didn’t seem to blame you for anything. Instead, she patiently waited for you to reply to her assumption, so you quickly shook your head.

“No, don’t worry. I don’t need to be anywhere. I just...”

You trailed off because you didn’t know how to finish your sentence. I just needed to get away, because it’s my fault that my friend is probably dying, and I couldn’t bear to look at him anymore? It wasn’t like you could blindside a stranger with a confession like that. Your head immediately started spinning again when you thought about Jihoon and your eyes roamed around the parking garage as you thought about your answer before focusing on Jennie again. As soon as your eyes met, you felt how her serenity had a soothing effect on you and a sense of calmness spread from your chest to your whole body. Somehow her intense yet gentle gaze seemed to draw you under her spell, and you opened your mouth without even being aware of it.

“I just had a really bad day because my friend was hospitalized because of me.”

You blurted out, feeling how tears immediately started to pool in your eyes. Ashamed you turned your head to the side to hide your emotions, but a sensation on your arm caused your gaze to dart forward again. Jennie had reached out to you and was now patting your arm encouragingly.

“I’m sorry to hear that, Y/N. But I’m sure your friend wouldn’t want you to torment yourself. I don’t know what you did, but you don’t seem like you would have wanted your friend to be hospitalized.”

She tried to cheer you up and you nodded hesitantly. She was right. Jihoon wouldn’t want you to blame yourself for what had happened. He was a dedicated detective and it had been his decision to go undercover.

“I-I think you might me right... Thank you.”

You stammered perplexed, wondering how it had been possible for Jennie to calm you down that fast. You loved whatever she was doing to you though and you sighed in relief when your head started to feel steady again, causing Jennie to smile at you widely, seeming to be genuinely happy that she had been able to help you.

“Well, now that this is settled, let’s take care of this mess?”

Jennie giggled while pointing at your cars.

“I feel very guilty for this accident. Junho was driving too fast; you couldn’t have braked in time. Please, let me invite you for a coffee to apologize and we can discuss how we want to handle the costs.”

She continued and your eyes widened in shock. This was not how you remembered the accident; it had definitely been your fault. You simply couldn’t steal any more of Jennie’s time after causing her so much trouble, even if you wouldn’t mind talking with her all day long.

“Aren’t you here to visit someone?”

You asked hesitantly, not wanting to be the reason for her to miss visiting hours.

“Ah yes. I’ve been very unsatisfied with the way how one of my dear friends has been... taken care of. So I came here today to do it myself. Some jobs are better done by yourself, you know? But I’m confident that Junho will be able to get the job done as efficiently as I would have done, right?”

Jennie looked at Junho who had grimly stood at the side till now and simply nodded in response. Satisfied, Jennie grinned before giving you her attention again and wordlessly asking you with a slight movement of her head to agree to her offer. Not being able to resist her charms, you sighed in defeat and locked your car again.

“Ok fine, one coffee.”

You agreed, causing Jennie’s eyes to glint in excitement.

“Great! Junho, go park the car and then go upstairs. I know that you will take proper care of my friend. I don’t want any more...complications. I want everything to be clean and neat. Let’s give my friend what he deserves.”

Jennie smiled sweetly and you felt your heart flutter. It was endearing to see how much she seemed to care about her friend. Happily, you looked at her before following her back into the building to grab a coffee in the little café for visitors on the first floor. It didn’t even need you a minute to figure out that Jennie apparently was a master of distraction. The way she talked was simply captivating and you almost didn’t think about Jihoon at all. Your conversation flowed with ease right from the start and it seemed like you had known each other for years already. Together you sat down at a table, each with a steaming hot cup of coffee in your hands and Jennie immediately propped up her elbow on the table to rest her head on her hand in order to look at you attentively.

“So what do you do for a living?”

She asked curiously and you straightened up proudly. You loved your job and it made you really happy to talk about it.

“I’m a detective.”

You stated, causing Jennie’s expression to change like expected. Most people were impressed when they heard that you were a detective and wanted to know more about your work.

“A detective? Wow. What kind of cases do you work on? Is your job as exciting as in K-dramas or is the movie industry just lying?”

Jennie raised one eyebrow suspiciously and you giggled in response.

“Well, I’m afraid my job is not quite as spectacular as in K-dramas, but there are definitely more boring jobs. Right now, I’m working on a really interesting case for example. We’re investigating the Kim clan; you might have read about it in the news maybe. It’s a huge criminal organization with a ruthless leader. We only call her The Lady in Red.”

You started to chat, feeling how you suddenly had the urge to talk about all your built-up frustration.

“The Lady in Red?”

An amused smile played on Jennie’s lips as she curiously tilted her head to the side, and you chuckled.

“Yes. We don’t know a lot about the leader, not even her name. But over the past years we have accumulated some bits of information about her. We’ve managed to catch some of the criminals that worked with her and although none of them ever betrayed her, they revealed little details. For example, we know that she often could be found wearing red lipstick or a red trench coat. And in combination with the trail of blood that she leaves all over the city, we eventually started calling her The Lady in Red.”

You felt a little embarrassed to admit the ridiculous nickname that you had given a serial killer, but Jennie seemed to be very intrigued by your story.

“Is this top-secret information? I mean, can you even tell me all this? Are you sure this is legal?”

She joked, causing you to laugh off your embarrassment.

“As long as you’re not a journalist...”

You narrowed your eyes to fake mistrust and Jennie put on a serious face.

“No, don’t worry. Your secrets are safe with me, I promise. I’m just a simple businesswoman, not a journalist. I own a little company and try my best to survive.”

She crossed her fingers to underline her statement, causing both of you to crack up. After calming down again though, you had the urge to know more about this seemingly perfect woman in front of you. Considering her expensive clothes and car, you doubted that her company was as little as she described it and you were genuinely interested in learning what it took to get all the way to the top of the food chain.

“You own a business? That’s impressive! What kind of business?“

You asked, but you shouldn’t get to hear her answer right away. The moment Jennie inhaled to start telling you about her life story, the screens of both of your phones on the table suddenly lit up, indicating that you had gotten a message.

“Excuse me.”

You excused your bad table manners before picking up your phone to check the incoming message because you were technically still on duty and obliged to be reachable. Unless someone had been murdered, however, you didn’t plan on working today after the events of this morning, so you simply wanted to skim the message before giving Jennie all your attention again. The content of the text message was very short and comprehensible at a glance though, managing to instantly knock the air out of your lungs. As if you couldn’t trust your eyes, you read the text over and over again in disbelief, hoping that it’s meaning would change eventually. But the cold, harsh words stayed and mercilessly slapped you in the face.

Jihoon is dead

The three words were simple, but that didn’t make their impact any less destructive. An intense pressure seemed to crush your chest and your eyes started to burn immediately. How could this be? How could he have died so quickly? He had been stable when you had seen him just a little over half an hour ago. Helplessly, you looked at Jennie who was smiling at her phone before meeting your eyes. Her expression changed in a split second and she was quick to leap to her feet to walk over to you.

“He’s dead.”

You managed to choke out before a loud sob tore from your throat as your tears began to fall in a rapid pace. Without hesitation, Jennie wrapped her arms around you to pull you against her body and you clung to her in need for comfort while your whole body shook violently.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

Jennie said on a loop while rubbing your back in circles, attempting to get you to calm down again. Her gentle touch and soothing voice prevented you from completely breaking down and you tried to remember her words from earlier. I’m sure your friend wouldn’t want you to torment yourself. You repeated this simple statement over and over again in your head to allay the weight of the guilt that was pressing down on you. No matter how much you tried though, you weren’t able to completely erase the ugly voice in your head that told you that this was all your fault. Nevertheless, you were glad that you had Jennie by your side right now. You hoped that her serenity would manage to save you once more, so you held on tighter to her in an attempt to allow her strength to prevent the darkness in your head to seize you.

Who would have thought that joy and sorrow could be so close together?

[abbatoirablaze]

Teller Morrow Tragedy, Season 1, Chapter 5

Word Count:  3.2k

Warnings:  mentions of murder, mentions of rape, violence, blood, knives, mention of guns, use of illegal drugs, manipulation, blackmail, dark thoughts

Jax’s POV

I smiled as I looked down at Cain. He was having so much fun on the little dragon roller coaster. Tig and Bobby Elvis kept playing along with it, pretending it was so much bigger than it actually was, yelling with every little bump and raising their arms in the air.

"Gramma, grampa, daddy took me on the big coaster," he said excitedly, running up to them after the ride was over. He was making large hand motions to signal the bumps, "IT WAS SO COOL!"

"Yeah buddy?" Clay asked, picking him up, "you looked like the toughest guy on that coaster. We're gonna have to patch you in soon."

"Ohh no you don't," I laughed, taking him off Clay. Cain looked very upset at me, "buddy you can't even ride a bike yet."

"UHH HUHHH," he said defiantly, "mommy and Chibs took my training wheels off last week. He says I'm doing so well I could be the next v.p."

"Oh did he?"

Cain smiled, "yeah. I'm gonna be just like you daddy."

I could see mom smiling over at me, and I patted Cain's but, "alright mini me, let's go get you some lunch. Your mom may be with Chibs today at the docks, but she'll kill me if she calls later and you haven't eaten."

"OKAY!" he grinned, “I want French fries!”

Mom and Clay started talking about getting off in the photo booth, and then he got stopped by Elliot Oswald. I put Cain down, and he took my hand, but hid behind me. He smiled at Tristan, "hi."

She smiled and waved at him, and he hid behind me a little bit more, "hey mom, I'm gonna go to the spinout again."

"Tristan, you've been on it four times already," her mom said, slightly annoyed, “You don’t need to go on it again!”

"So."

Cain grabbed the tickets out of my jeans and started tugging on my jeans, “Daddy…give.  Give.”

I smiled and nodded holding out the tickets to her, "hey. Here."

"That's not necessary."

"It's alright," I grinned, "they kicked me off cuz I was screaming too loud."

I gave her a wink and she didn't know how to respond. She just stared at me.

"What do you say?" her dad boomed.

She turned towards him, then back to me before nodding a 'thanks.'

"You got it."

"We gotta go," I heard her mom mutter. I saw as she gave a fake smile and pinched the back of Oswald's arm. They excused themselves and me and Tig took Cain to get some food.

After we'd had some chicken tenders and fries I saw my little sister appear, "how'd you get here?"

"Juice," she growled, "I thought sack was supposed to pick me up from AA."

"What," Bobby laughed, "lover boy ain't following you around anymore?"

"He's not my lover boy," she hissed, "you guys seen dad?"

"Went in the photo booth with mom.  You may not want to follow them though…they were worse than a couple of high schoolers!" I laughed. She made a disgusted face.

"Aunt Mandy," Cain grinned, ketchup all over his face, "can we go play games. You're so good at the knife game."

"Aunt Mandy is not winning you a knife," I said slowly. I looked across the table at my seventeen-year-old sister, "right?"

"I can do the darts," she shrugged, "I'll get him a stuffed animal?"

I nodded and tossed her a twenty, "come find us later? We gotta talk about some stuff."

"Does it involve what dad and Tig talked to me about?"

I furrowed my brow at her and she shook me off, "never mind. Come on Cain. Let's go win stuff."

"What the hell is she talking about?" I asked, getting up to walk with Tig and Bobby.  Tig pretended not to know anything and kept walking.  A few skinheads walked past us and nodded. 

"Darby's guys?" Bobby asked.  

I shook my head, "don't recognize em." 

"OHHH look at the big bad bikers, huh?" the clown in the dunk tank asked condescendingly.  I laughed, "Gonna get clowny all wet, huh?" 

I gave the carny a few bucks as Bobby tried to get me away from him, "come on Jax." 

"What's the matter tough guy?  Can't put the little ball in the tight hole?" he asked, "bet all your leather wearin butt budies say the same." 

"Oh no no," Tigs said running from behind me, "that's a Bozo no-no." 

We rushed the tank and the clown looked scared, "aw Jesus, you guys.  I was just screwing around.  Come on. " 

TIg pushed the button and I bum rushed the top, "You're going down." 

"Yeah clown boy," Tig grinned, holding the clown under water, “stay down, Bozo.”  

I looked up to see Cain heading our way with Mandy, "shit guys.  Cain's comin." 

We all let go of the clown and started walking off.  He ran up to me with a giant dragon, "DADDY!  Look what Aunt Mandy won." 

"Wow buddy," I said, full of fake enthusiasm, "that's so cool." 

"YEAH!" he cheered.  

"I didn't win him a knife," she laughed, "as promised." 

"What about me?" Tig asked from behind me.  Mandy winked and held out a box that had a switchblade in it, "twinsies?" 

"You know it," she laughed, holding out her other hand that had a matching box, “what would I be without my best friend?”

Tig pulled her towards him and kissed the top of her head, "my god I love you." 

"I love you too Tig," she laughed, ruffling his hair.  She tucked the knife into his pocket and turned to pick up Cain, "alright buddy, what do you want to do next?" 

He yawned and I laughed, "looks like he's ready for a nap." 

"Am not," he sighed, "I jus..." 

He yawned again.  

This time Mandy yawned with him, "you okay?" 

She nodded, putting a hand over her mouth, "I'm fine." 

"Hey guys, the Irish are coming," Juice said, jogging up to us, “we gotta go.”

"Good," I nodded, "you tell Clay?" 

He nodded, "yeah.  He told me to come get you guys." 

"Alright."  

"Hey Amanda," Juice said, "I know I said it earlier, but you look really pretty today." 

She ignored him, and I looked at Tig.  He shrugged.  I poked Juices' shoulder, "you done hitting on my sister?"

"I  wasn-" 

"Sure," I said slowly, "Imma drive Cain back Alicias.  Mikey is there.  Can one of you take Mandy home?" 

"I don't wanna go yet," she sighed, “I-“

"You know what mom said," I said, playing gatekeeper, "and you know that they're gonna start selling beer soon.  It's about five p.m." 

"Fine." 

"I can take her," Juice offered, “it’s no trouble.”

"I got it, kid." Tig said, standing in front of her.  He passed the dragon to Juice, "make sure the dragon gets to the clubhouse for the kid." 

Mandy’s POV

"What do you want?" I asked as I stood behind the bar, grabbing myself a beer.  Juan Carlos grabbed it out of my hand and placed it behind himself. 

"You don't need that," he said simply, "you're a minor." 

"It's none of your damn business," I hissed, trying to reach past him.  He wouldn't let me grab the beer.  He backed me into the corner, and I smirked.  I placed my hand low on his stomach.  I could feel his abs flex underneath my touch.  I slid a little lower until I hit the button on his jeans. 

He grabbed my hand and looked away from me, "we can't do that, Mandy." 

"What if I want you though," I purred in his ear.  I wrapped my hand around his own and pulled it up to my lips, being sure to kiss his palm, then his fingers.  I slowly moved my head side to side, and his thumb parted my lips.  I looked deep into his eyes as I let it go into my mouth.  His eyes became glued to my mouth.  One hand snaked its way to his thigh, getting closer to his crotch every time I glided it over his jeans.  The other, slowly reached for the beer.  He removed his thumb from my mouth and pulled my face to his, allowing me to kiss him.  

For a second, I forgot about my beer.   Forgot that I wanted nothing to do with him.  

Forgot that he refused to sleep with me.  

My hands went beneath his kutte, beneath his shirt, and gripped onto him for all that we were worth.  I moaned softly against his lips and closed my eyes.  

I missed this.

For a second, I remembered what it'd been like before we broke up. 

Then he pulled away.  

His eyes were still closed, and he was biting his lip.  But I could read him like an open book.  Disappointment was written across his face

"I shouldn't have done that." 

"What?" 

"We're broken up," he said, not daring to look me in the eyes, "I shouldn't have kissed you.  I have to go load up the bags for your dad." 

Before I could even respond he turned and walked away from me.  

******

"You up for it, kiddo?" dad asked. I nodded and held my switchblade, tears forming at my eyes. I had been torn from my thoughts of Juice, and what had happened earlier today before they raided some abstinence group.  

Tristan was a friend. Any sick fuck that hurt her deserved the pain. 

"Clay I don-"

"I can do it," I said, putting the knife in my pocket, "I'll do it, daddy."

He nodded and walked over to me, kissing the top of my head. He wrapped his arms around me, "I'm not going to force you to do this...but with what Tig told m-"

"I don't want to talk about why I feel the way I feel," I sighed looking away from him, "I just want to destroy something...and this monste...he deserves it for hurting Tristan."

"Good," he said, pulling away from me, "because if I know one thing, it's that Oswald won't be able to pull the trigger on it. We need a little insurance. I need to know I can count on you, Amanda."

"You can."

"Cl-"

"Alex," daddy boomed, "I don't need your input. This is between me and my daughter."

"It's a club thing though," he said, trying to keep me from it, "she's not in the club."

"I'm not trying to be," I replied. I walked up to Tig and put either hand on his kutte, "I need you to understand though, Uncle Tig. I can't just keep burying this...I need to do something about it."

"You sure you can do it?"

I turned back to my dad and nodded. When it was time to meet up with Oswald, after Jax had gotten the clown that raped Tristan, I was told to keep watch at the edge of the woods. I watched Mr. Oswald meet up with him. He pulled out a knife used to castrate bulls, and I couldn't help but get excited. This pig was going to get what he deserved.

When they ripped open his shirt, I could see the scratch marks from my spot. Tristan had fought back. I felt bile rise in the back of my throat. How could someone do that?

Sure, I felt like I wanted the world to burn...but not that.

I heard Oswald stifle a groan. He felt just as sickened as I did. He dropped the knife and turned away. He couldn't do it.  Daddy whistled and that was my cue. He picked up the knife and handed it to me, "you know what to do, sweetie."

I felt a sickening smile perch itself on my lips as I took the knife in my gloved hand.

"What the hell is this?" Jax asked as I neared the man.

"Hold him still," I whispered, “it’s time that he gets what he deserves.”

My voice didn't even register as my own. It felt so foreign...so in control. The guy began to scream as I got closer. I dropped to my knees and held the knife between the two of us. It glittered in the night's sky.

"I bet she cried too," I said slowly, "and just like you...I won't listen."

I took him in my hand and with the flick of my wrist he no longer had the parts he'd used to violate my friend. His muffled screams got louder as the guys dropped him, and he fell backwards. I turned around and got up, handing the knife to my father and wiping the stray blood when I'd castrated away from my cheek, "he deserves to bleed out."

"Holy shit," my brother gasped. He took me by my upper arm, and I shrugged him loose, making my way up the hill. I knew he was angry as he pointed at me, "what the hell was that?"

"Your little sister knows what it means to protect the club," I heard daddy say calmly, "got some insurance."

Juice’s POV

He's at St. Thomas," Clay smiled, heading over to his bike. He pointed at me, "finish preppin the AKs. Put em in the duffel. Full clips."

"Got it."

"Hey hey. Put these in my box," Tig said, handing me a bag of white pills, “don’t touch em.”

"What are they."

Vitamins," he said quickly, "vitamins."

"Okay."

I waited until they walked off, and I took a few in my hand, popping one in my mouth. They didn't look like vitamins. Definitely didn't taste like them. I popped another one as I made my way into the clubhouse.

Mandy was playing pool by herself.

"Hey."

She ignored me.

I nodded and bit my lip, taking another one of Tigs pills before putting them in my pocket. I went to grab the duffel and headed over to the safe. I dropped it on the pool table, and she glared at me.

"What the fuck?"

I turned back to the safe and put the pills on top. I'd put them in Tig's room when I got done loading the AKs.

"Juice."

I ignored her and opened the safe. She tried to spin me around, but I shrugged her off. She punched me in the arm, and I turned around, grabbing a few AKs, before loading them in the bag. When I turned around, she was in front of me. She uncrossed her arms and put them on either side of me. She leaned towards me and looked into my eyes. I felt her breasts press against me, and I started to feel a little dizzy. Sure, it'd only been about a week, but I was aching for her touch.

"Juan Carlos."

I'd realized that my eyes had trailed down to her breasts. I looked back into her eyes, and she had a devilish grin.

"Yeah?"

Her hand went up to my head, and she traced along my head tattoos. I closed my eyes and began to crane my neck down to kiss those perfectly plump lips of hers. Her body weight moved away from me, and I opened my eyes just in time to see an open palm speeding away towards me.

"SHIT," I hissed, cupping my now red cheek, "what the fuck, Mandy?"

"You ruined my game," she said in a low voice, “fucking asshole.”

"Crazy fucking bitch."

I saw a glimmer in her eye, "what'd you say?"

"I'm not playing your psycho games today, Mandy," I growled, "I got shit to do."

She eyed the pills on top of the safe. I made my way back to them and our hands touched as I grabbed the bag.

"They're Tigs," I said slowly, “hands off.”

She smirked, "I don't care."

"Yeah well I do."

"She eyed me up and down, "come on Juice."

"No," I muttered. I turned around and I pocketed them. I reached in the safe for the clips.

"Come on," she purred in my ear. Her arms wrapped around me. One stayed above my belly button, but I felt the other one begin to stroke me through my jeans, "I know what you want, Juan Carlos."

My head fell forward ever so slightly, and I closed my eyes.

FUCK. It felt good.

Her touching me.

I missed it. I dropped the clips on the ground and flipped around. She dropped to her knees and my belt was gone before I knew what was going on. She only stopped after she'd unbuttoned my jeans. She looked up at me with the most devilish grin. Her hand was still stroking me.

"Fuck...I miss you."

She pulled down my boxers and stood up. Her hand continued to work me over, and she kissed me.

"I need you," she whispered. I closed my eyes, trying to fight off the feelings, “Want to feel you so bad, JC.”

"I can't."

Her hand stopped moving, but I still felt light-headed.

"Juan Carlos..."

"I promised Alicia."

"Then take care of your own damn self," she hissed. When I opened my eyes, she was gone, “asshole.”

I looked back at the clips on the ground, along with my jeans and boxers around my ankles.  Everything was fine until I bent over to pull my pants up.  I got them buttoned, and I just had this feeling in the pit of my stomach.  I wanted to throw up and pass out. 

"What the fuck?" 

I pulled the pills from my pocket to check and see what they really were.  No way this shit was vitamins.  I could almost make out the inscription of what it had said before everything started going dark. 

AAHHH fuck. 

"HEY.  Idiot.  Wake up." 

My head felt groggy, but when I opened my eyes, there was a bright light.  It faded and Hale came into focus.  He was nudging me with his boot, "you must've reallly pissed off your buddies." 

I went to speak and noticed that I couldn't.  There was a pacifier in my mouth.  I looked down at my chest to see a sign. 

"Oh shit," I muttered as I pulled the duct taped pacifier from my lips, “fuck.”

"Mhmmm," Hale nodded, as I pushed myself from the grass, "come on.  Get outta here before I slap an indecent exposure on you." 

"oh," I groaned, getting up, "I'm sorry chief.  I'm not sure what...uh-" 

He nodded and I looked down at my chest, "I gotta go...Um. I'm late for my 8:00 feeding." 

"Uh huh," he nodded, holding back laughter.  He took a step to the side, and I began to hobble down the sidewalk after pulling the sign that was stapled to my chest. "Oh.  ow." 

I managed to hobble a few blocks before Mandy appeared in her car, "get in, jackass." 

"Oh, so now you want to talk to me?" 

"I don't agree with what they did," she said, taking a drag of her cigarette, "you're a jackass...and I can't decide if I love or hate you...but this is too much...so get in Juice." 

I hobbled over to her car, "do you mind driving me home?" 

She nodded, moving her purse to the floor, "get in.  We'll figure it out as we go." 

I nodded and got into the car, "you know I love you, right Mandy?" 

She nodded, "I love you too Juan Carlos..." 

I took her hand that was resting on the gear shift, "really.  I love you Mandy...I just…it's gotta be the right time...you know?"

"I get it." 

"Are you just saying you do so I'll shut up?" 

"I can't have a serious conversation with you while you're in a diaper," she laughed, not looking at me, "get home...grab a shower.  I'll make you breakfast, and we'll talk.  Okay?" 

I smiled, "alright." 

Chapter 6

@Lohnes16, @evyiione

[flying-nightwing]

Fluff Alphabet - Jason Todd

Hello guys! This is my first alphabet because I saw everyone do it and i wanted in. I took this alphabet. I had a lot of fun to indulge in Jason, because well. Do I need to explain? 

Anyhow, enjoy this little thing inspired by my feelings for Jason Todd!

Disclaimer: This is my vision of the character and in no way an universal truth

Check out my masterlist in bio // pinned!

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

Your eyes. Jason could get lost in them by a simple glance. They say eyes are the windows to the soul, and he found it to be very true the second he met you. He will sometimes doubt he’s worth your love, but your gaze is enough to reassure him at every turn. He also can’t get enough of that spark that lights up when he makes you laugh, it draws him in. Your eyes are so kind and loving, the rest doesn’t really matter to him.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

Let’s be truthful here, Jason is terrified of having kids. Everytime the discussion gets even close to the topic of family, he gets vivid images of his own father with him and it fills him with dread that he'll end up just like him. Then, he thinks about his lifestyle and how just being the Red Hood (or having been, as a matter of fact) could endanger his family. But I think deep down he craves having a family, having kids (whether they’re biologically his or adopted), because he’s just that natural caring person.

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

Continuing on that natural caring person wave, Jason will usually cuddle as the big spoon. His large frame makes it ridiculously easy for himself to wrap around you completely, and he loves to see you curled up around him, safe and comfortable in his arms. He likes to know he’s shielding you from any potential danger, it just eases his conscience. But sometimes he’ll have a bad day, or a rough patrol, and he’ll wordlessly slip in your hold in bed. It surprises you every time how small he can make himself, with his head on your chest above your heart and latched around your waist holding for dear life. Then, he’ll rely on you to make him feel safe, and he’ll fall asleep like that (he also likes when you play with his hair when he gets like that).

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

Jason is insanely romantic, nobody can prove me otherwise. With the amount of novels and books he read, it would be hard not to know how to be an exemplary lover. However, doing grand gestures in public and/or expensive shits is not his style. So it isn’t rare to come back home from your job after a tough week, to see Jason lighting up candles on a rose petals covered table, smiling at you and telling you to get changed in your pajamas and relax a bit before he finishes cooking (probably one of you favourite meals, or something new he knows you’ll like to surprise you). Dancing on your building’s rooftop or driving outside the city to take a walk under the stars are also his ideas of dates. It’s always something private and meaningful and a proof Jason is a hopeless romantic.

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…))

“You are my reason to keep going on.” I believe at some point after he came back from the dead, Jason had a really hard time finding a reason to keep living (finding out he was replaced as Robin, that Batman didn’t kill the joker, etc…). He was in a really dark place and numb to everything. But then, he met you and suddenly life wasn’t so terrible. After a while, he even finds himself excited to get up in the morning (or early afternoon if he’s been on a long patrol) and smiling at random times. He wants to make an effort for you, because you deserve his best self and the least he can do is try (you still love him at his worst though, and he still can’t wrap his head around it but he’s insanely grateful for it).

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

One night, Jason woke up in sweats and screaming his lungs out. He had a nightmare where you were kidnapped and tortured by the joker the way he was; it was the first time you were the victim in his nightmares (usually it was faceless people or himself, and even sometimes his brothers. But never you). He found himself wanting to have you in his arms, needing to have you in his arms, and that’s how he knew it wasn’t just a crush anymore, that he was in deep with you.

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

People have this misconception that Jason is rough, judging by the everything about him. But you would have never foreseen him to be so delicate and gentle with you. He is very strong and can be rash sometimes, but with his lover, he is always careful. He has enough pain and hurt in his life there is now way he’d put the most important person in his life through that. You have to almost beg him to be rough with you, and he’ll only let go if he’s 100% sure you’re okay with it.

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

Absolutely. He’s not big on PDA but he always wants to hold your hand, especially in public. He can get uncomfortable if there are too many people around, and the little subconscious squeezes of your hand never fails to bring him back to reality and help him focus on you instead of feeling trapped. Also he’s afraid of losing you in a crowd, even if he’s tall and could spot you easily. So yeah, his hand in yours is a constant.

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

Depends on how you met really. It’s hard to say really, he might have seen you as an angel, or as a simple acquaintance until he discovered your character and you grew on him. He’s a versatile boy in the people he falls for.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

Not jealous per say, but insecure. Everytime he sees you talking with someone who seems to be (subconsciously or not) flirting with you, he gets this feeling you’ll suddenly realize you could do much better than him and leave him for someone less broken, less messed up than him. It creeps in his chest and hurts like a heart attack, and it only dies down when you inevitably come back in his arms and look at him like he’s your world. Then, the storm dies and he knows he at least got one more day with you. And as much as the idea of Jealous Jason showing you who you belong to (wink wink) is appealing, I don’t think it would happen unless it has been established both of you were into that kind of foreplay and he knows for sure you’re in for the long haul with him. Then it becomes a game rather than an actual insecurity thing.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

Jason’s kisses are soft and wholesome. You can feel every ounce of love and admiration he has for you, and even if they do get emotional or even dominant at some points, it’s never forecefull. Who initiated the first kiss is nebulous, I think it was more of a mutual thing than an unilateral decision. I like to think it happened in a magnet effect, where both parties met halfway because Jason is a very respectful person in general (except if you piss him off for real) and he wouldn’t make you uncomfortable by kissing you without your consent.

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

It’s gotta be you. Jason, who’s afraid of saying it and getting rejected/mocked would definitely not want to get his feet wet first (what if you laugh? What if you leave?). He will show it in his way, but he’d wait for you to say the words first. But once it’s out there? Hooty hoot. He’ll say it like a mantra. He’ll never ever stop saying it at every occasion he gets. 

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?)

At the fair in your city. Spending the afternoon going from attraction to attraction, having fun in the small roller coaster you were pretty sure was one heavy loaded train away from toppling down. After sun down, you went from game booth to game booth, collecting small and colorful stuffed animals and eating everything sugary and fat you could get your hands onto. You were convinced you could beat the rigged shoot the duck game, and when you couldn’t, Jason stepped in and absolutely made the smug smirk drop from the guy’s face. You walked away with a giant Panda, sleepy as hell after you sugar rush, and Jason had to carry you out of the car bridal style. That picture you took on top of the ferris wheel is on his nightstand and is his favourite possession of his. 

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

No, he’s not that kind of guy. I think he’s much more into meaningful acts and gestures than buying your love. He would sometimes spoil you if the occasion came to it, but I don’t think he’d be the type to open up his wallet as a demonstration of love.

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

Aqua blue. No other reason than the fact it’s probably the color the most opposite to red. While he absolutely loves to see you wear red things (it drives him crazy in the sweetest way), he doesn’t want to associate you with the darkest part of him. You’re the beautiful blue to his glaring red, because you’re the best thing in his life and he wants to outline and highlight you out as much as possible.

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

I don’t think he has a signature pet name, he probably uses one that fits with the object of his affections and the history he has with them. He’d also be mindful of what you like and don’t like, and adjust them accordingly. 

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)

Libraries. The old ones that smell of paper and leather. The ones with the shelves that climb up to the wall and the old worn seats that are just perfect to sit into and read for hours. Jason loves a calm environment and a quiet victorian library does the trick just well.

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

Read, cuddles, adult cuddles... ;) I think Jason likes rainy days because it gives him an excuse to spend time with you at home. He’d probably bake something in the afternoon and you might or might not turn it into a flour war, make a mess in the kitchen but make a bonding activity of cleaning it up after (he and you know when to be kids and when to be mature and you both respect the line, and that’s why it’s so fun). Rainy days are domestic days and nothing is more pure or adorable than domestic Jason. It’s a hill I’ll die on. 

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

That’s a tricky one, because when Jason spirals down he has trouble getting out by himself. But when you are down, Jason will go to hell and back to make sure you feel better. He’ll cook you your favourite thing, skip patrol to stay by your side, do a dumb tik tok dance to put a smile on your face or hear you laugh. He’d be attentive to your needs and do everything in his power to help you.

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

Everything. Jason is a smart boy, he’d enjoy either talking about art, or about larger questions in the universe, or maybe about the birds that made a nest outside. Jason is incredibly easy to talk to when he’s receptive to the person talking to him, and that surprises anyone who knows him on the surface or less. 

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

Massages, but only by you. He trusts you, he is as comfortable as he can get with you seeing him shirtless with his scars (no professional masseur/se will ever get up close to him), and with you touching him in perhaps more sensitive or vulnerable places. He’d close his eyes and let involuntary moans when you’d unknot the tension in his muscles (and you’d secretly enjoy having such a force of nature all putty and soft under your hands). Then it’d be cuddle time and he would be relaxed as he’s ever been.

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

That’s simple: you. You’re his beautiful partner, the only one he has eyes for, so the world should see how great you are. He’d find a way to place you in every conversation, whether it would be to point out that hey, you can do that too, or because he just can’t shut up about you. That earns him infinite teasing from his family on how soft he is for you, but he can’t bring himself to care because he loves you so much. 

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

Jason wanted to marry you, and you had talked about it enough as a couple that he knew you wanted it too. But he wanted to wait for the right moment and he couldn’t plan that. The proposal probably happened at an unexpected moment, like when you tried to make him soup when he got injured and ended up messing it up bad. You came back to the couch and apologized to him profusely, and with stars in his eyes he asked you to marry him. Or when one of his enemies tried to take you while taking out the trash, but you chucked the garbage bag AND the metal lid to them, and Jason got down on one knee the second you finished recounting the story, out of breath from running back inside. The wedding was a private affair (Roy was his best man) somewhere quiet and meaningful, without too many artifices or big set up. It was perfect for you two.

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?)

This is a hard one. I feel like Jason would be into soul/jazz, in the style of Marvin Gaye, Nat King Cole or Frank Sinatra. To some extent he is a very old school person, and I believe music is one of the topics that falls into that old school side of him. It’s just a feeling, it’s how I imagine Jason. Unforgettable by Nat King Cole would be his to-go song when it comes to you. 

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

Oh yea. Jaybird’s got the ring in mind as soon as he knew you were the one. See Wedding above.

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

I don’t think he’d want a pet, because he can be absent often, or he wouldn’t have enough time. But if he’d have to, he’d get a cat, I think. Walking a dog morning and night would get a little bit much, especially since sometimes he might have trouble getting out of bed after patrol. But a cat, a rescue stubborn older cat who has seen others, that would be a match. The cat would be distant at first, but one morning he’d wake up with his grump of a feline curled beside his pillow and purring, or after a rough day the cat would bring him its toy and Jason would just. Cry. Because this little creature became his friend. And it’s so pure. (Also Jason building cat trees and climbing installations for the cat? Satisfying image).