#but yeah hope y'all are having a lovely evening!

[reywritings]

And I'm Worried It Will Always Be You

When an unsolved case leads to stress, and to unsaid feelings.

Jason Todd x Reader, G/N Reader, No use of Y/N

Angst, 1.5k words

Note: Thank you all so much for the love on my last post! I'm glad my nonsensical writings can bring some joy to y'all. Pls don't be mad abt this one.

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After a few minutes of trying to pin the red yarn, so it wouldn’t fall, you were starting to get frustrated.

“You can give up, y'know.” Jason snorts, having taken a break to clean his gun that got messed up in that earlier fight with Clayface. The malleable substance caking up the inside of the chamber, rendering it temporarily useless.

‘That muddy, theatrical motherfucker.’

You smile to yourself at the memory of Jason’s misfortune.

However, he seems to know exactly what you’re grinning about, as he shoots you a deadpan look. Amusement hiding under the scrutinizing gaze.

“We don’t need stupid string on that bulletin board. We already have most of the case figured out.” He reasons, as you rip at the yarn, anger seeping in from other frustrations to only give the annoyance at the item more mass.

“No. It’s gonna help. In every detective movie, they solve it as soon as they stick the last pin in the board.” You argue back, ready to unload a round unto the tangled yarn with Jason’s firearm, whether it’s still caked in clay or not. “It’ll help us get over this temporary dead end. Organization is very important, you know.” 

“... I had no idea.” He deadpans, looking around his perfectly organized safehouse. Spotless, meticulously so. You sometimes wondered if there was more of an underlying reason for it, a grasping for some sense of control in a life so lacking, or if it was just a personal quirk. 

“...fine. Crush my dreams.” You relent, tossing the yarn aside, Jason grumbling as it messes up his perfection.

You sigh, turning back to face the board, away from Jason. You can’t help but feel like you turned your back to a panther. You also weren’t sure how it made you feel– no. That was a lie. You weren’t sure you were ready to admit how you felt. ‘You wished he would pounce’, the nagging whispers as you force focus on the pictures in front of you.

“What are we missing?”

“... I know it's hypocritical of me to say this, but maybe you need a break. Staring at that for another three hours won’t help.” You hear him as he shifts his weight onto his feet, walking up behind you.

“You don’t know that.” You point out, tilting your head only a micro fraction to the side, too scared to actually look back. To let yourself look at him, to hope.

“Take a break.” He reiterates, you feel his hands gently ghosting over your hip– almost touching.

“You’re right. You are a hypocrite.” Your mutterings die on your lips as he grabs your shoulders and walks you to the stools at the kitchen counter, gesturing for you to sit down.

“I mean it. You’re too tense.” You raise a brow at him, turning back as he says that. He... he’s so close to you, then. Tantalizingly so. Did he know how unbearable he made it for you most days?

He gently rubs your shoulder, looking down at you with the same look as…

He seems to realize how his fingers act on their own. And suddenly, there's five steps between you both, space quickly flooding in as you feel him drift away from you.

“You…” You aren’t even sure where to start, or what to say– he replies before you can.

“Stop annoying me. Just relax, so you don’t stress us both out.”

His tone is masquerading as some form of discontentment, and you aren’t sure if it's a faux or not.

“Right… I, uh… I can look at the case on my own. Get out of your hair.” In the dim light of the kitchen, your answer looks like it pains him.

“... Yeah. It’s for the best.”

That’s how these nights always went, right? The space. The awkwardness that cusped on the verge of lovers and strangers.

Leaving was better. It was always for the better.

Pulling your coat on, you feel his eyes follow you, a ghost of a touch. Just as always, right? Because Jason could be a ghost. A hauntingly beautiful soul, one that seems to hover even when he’s not around.

A lingering smoke that seems to wrap its gentle hands around your wrist as you try to leave, even when he doesn’t.

And in that moment, you knew. If you walked away. If you let it be. If you…

You were going to regret this for the rest of your life. 

No matter how short, how destructive and dangerous. No matter how loud and angry... or how dull and quiet. No matter how it ended. No matter how you died.

You didn’t want to die with any regrets. The idea of spending your last moments clinging to life with desperation, solely for the hope of wanting to right old wrongs. Fix past mistakes. 

No… in a life so torn and indecisive... you wanted to be able to go quietly.

And he knew that, too. From that look in his eyes.

Jason was a fighter. He didn’t take many things lying down. After a childhood of letting life happen to him, letting tragedy after tragedy occur. 

He always kept a gun at his nightstand, ready for what could be hiding in any shadows, even in the blue cast of night, in a room he slept in, a room he was supposed to feel safe in. Even in the shadow cast on his face in the sterile bathroom lighting. 

And yet, moments like this are what scared him the most. A cold realization that something was outside of his control, something that he should be able to control, but he can’t.

And it was terrifying.

That tense, silent buzz. The silent reverberations of every past encounter. The intangible whispers of ‘Thanks for having my back’, I trust you wholly, ‘Long time no see’, not a day has passed that I haven’t thought about you, ‘Let me patch you up’, I love you. 

And you knew if you walked out then. 

If you took the ever-easy footsteps and let it lie. Let the world pull you away. Let time pass by.

When you lay there dying, your last thoughts would be regretting that you never took that chance.

… you would regret that moment for the rest of your life, no matter how long or short it may be.

You turn back around, calling out his name. No. You weren't ready for it to be over yet.

Not like this.

“Yeah?” Jason turns back, seeming almost hopeful… and like he knows. We both knew.

But you don’t have to say anything. Neither does he. He walks back towards you— a look in his eyes you had only seen the briefest glimpses of before. 

A look of longing, and of fortitude, one only seen in between the bookshelves at the library, or under the dim light of the cave.

Before it inevitably was washed away— by a look of suppression, a look of doubt.

And you meet halfway. 

You feel the way he gently, tentatively, reaches for your hand, holding it lightly in his. The other moving to ghost over your hip. 

And Jason felt your eyes watching him closely, reverently, like looking at something you'd never seen before. Something holy, finding heaven in a face you'd memorized a million times before. 

The way the warmth between you makes the air stand still. Quiet, a space untouched by the darkness and cruelty of the world outside. A space that only exists there.

Then, his lips against yours. And it’s like breathing for the first time. A need fulfilled, a prayer answered after two thousand days of begging, longing, hoping. And how dangerous a thing hope can be…

And there, in the space between, you found each other— again and again.

And you see it in your mind, the way you pull back to meet his gaze again, laughing— because it happened. 

And in his mind, they stay there, just letting themselves finally breathe. 

And in his mind

…And in your mind…

And… 

In the door frame you turned back around, his name softly falling from your lips.

He turns back to look at you. Almost hopeful. Hope... is a dangerous thing.

You stand there, but you don’t move. 

Neither does he.

“…I’ll see you around.” The words are so normal, so familiar from your lips.

Jason nods, eyes peeling away from your form with a regret. And that’s it.

You know then. You will regret that night for the rest of your life. 

And so will he.

No matter how short that may be.

No matter how much you think you spared him, by not having to love you. To lose someone else.

You know.

When you lay there, bleeding out, after a mission gone wrong someday.

You’ll regret that you never let yourself love him.

And you think maybe he will, too.

So it goes. A longing never fulfilled.

If hope is a dangerous thing.

Then love is a disease.

[profundcherrylady]

EMPRESS!READER X NESS

A/N: Y'all did I cook? Ngl I never thought I would write something like this but I guess I just love Ness THAT much. Tagging @aleixis because this idea was theirs 🙏 Hope y'all like it.

Warnings: Cursing a little, mentions of violence.

Contents: I think there's a bit of a weird power dynamic... also there's like a small harem (4 others aside from Ness) (I died of embarrassment writing 😭). Empress reader is a bit of a bitch to the boys I'm so sorry. I'm starting to think all of this should be in the warnings.

Description: After recently conquering an empire, the empress recieves Ness as a gift.

Ruthless was the word to describe it.

The soldiers had charged into battle and invaded the München Empire as if it was just a regular tuesday, because it kind of was. Invading and making the empire bigger was like a routine followed by the army every day of the week, so really they stood no chance. You, as the empress, standing tall and strong, had even made the Micheal Kaiser shiver in his boots, because if her army was that strong then he couldn't imagine how their ruler was like. And so, to pay his respects and hope to recieve at least some mercy, he decided to make a gift.

"Alright Ness, you're up." he instructed, and Ness weirdly couldn't have been happier.

"Me? I'm the gift?" he was THRILLED to know Kaiser considered him worthy enough to be a gift, so he gave no complaints when he found out he was going to be ripped out of his country and family to be given to a merciless empress. "I don't know what to say... do you really see me as something good enough to be a gift?"

"Sure, let's go with that..."

His first day at your palace? Absolute bliss. You glanced at him once and dismissed him but he felt so lucky!

Ness was so head over heels already, you were sure this boy would do anything for you. It was strange, but somehow you' rather it like this. For starters you didn't even want to accept Kaiser's gift, but Isagi — your royal advisor — recommend you did as, in his words, it would show you have some humanity that citizens would need to keep on trusting you, and you for sure didn't need anybody planning on taking you down. You'd rather it be out of fear but this works too.

Besides, you didn't need to entertain him. You had four more men by your side that could do the job for you, so then you took him to meet them. Hopefully he'd be too busy talking or arguing with them to bother you.

"Alright boys, listen up. Ness was gifted to me recently; he'll be staying with you from now on. Be nice, I have to go." and with that, you left, leaving Ness infront of these four strangers and no real interest on interacting with them.

"Um... hi, I'm Alexis Ness, I hope we can all get along-"

"Shut your goddamn mouth." he was interrupted by a sharp voice, footsteps getting closer, left with no room to speak as he kept getting interrupted. "Don't think we're going to become friends or that we'll be nice just because you're new here. You want the attention of our Empress? You want her to look at you? You want to care for you? You'll have to earn that right just like everybody else here."

"What did I say...?"

"Don't mind Rin." a second voice continued, stepping forward as well and standing next to them. "He's just a little grumpy because our Empress hasn't even looked at him in the past month." he teased, earning a side glare and a scowl from Rin.

"She hasn't talked to you, either."

"Lies. She laghed at one of my jokes the other day."

"You wish." he countered, turning around to face him completely. "Absolute blasphemy. As if something you said could ever be that funny."

"All I'm saying is don't take it out on poor Ness; he just got here."

"Yeah, I just got here."

"Didn't I tell you to shut your mouth?"

"Come on Rin, our Empress has been difficult lately. You can't blame her; she's been busy. But she's not going to spend time with you if you treat Ness this badly. Remember? She said: 'Be nice'. Are you being nice?"

"Smartass. You think you're so intelligent, don't you Chigiri? I know what she said."

"So stop going against her orders then?" a third, sleepy voiced joined in the conversation as the third person in the room rose from his sleep and yawned, not even bothering in getting up. "She's going to get mad at you if you keep this up."

"I'm so over all of you..."

"Nagi's telling the truth. You're being so salty, and for what?" the last voice continued. "I'm pretty sure our Empress will be angry when she finds out you've been disobeying her~"

"Shut the fuck up, Reo."

Needless to say, Ness' first days at the palace we something. So maybe he didn't exactly get along with Rin, but the rest of them were nice! They all shared the same desire to win your affection, at the end of the day, even though there was some obvious rivalry going on between all of them to achieve that goal.

But he certainly didn't expect them to laugh when he told them his plan to win your affection.

"What's wrong with it?"

"Sweet, naive, stupid Ness." Reo chuckled. "If there's something about our Empress that you need to know, is that we're already tried everything, and THAT certainly won't work. She's an Empress! She has everything. What kind of gift would you expect would satisfy her high standards? Believe me, I've tried, there's no use."

"No shit. Reo once gifted her a thousand flowers, but she merely looked at them for a second."

"If you're looking for her to notice you, that's not the way to do it."

"Still... I want to! I just want to show our Empress my appreciation!"

"You do you, I guess..."

"But we've already tried everything." Chigiri continued. "I've dressed in the fanciest clothing to apeal her, but gotten nothing more than a glance..."

"I try being lazily cute around her." Nagi followed. "It only worked the frist few times... I suppose she's grown tired of it."

"I give her gifts, and Rin tries complimenting her, yet nothing seems to work."

Ness was dumbfounded, but his determination didn't flatter. He would get to your heart, one way or another! And when he did, they would all see... he just needed to try harder, so he could become your favorite! Just the thought of it made a surge of warmth spread through his chest. Him, your FAVORITE... you could have any man you wanted but you chose him... he relished in his owm fantasy, not realizing how much there was until that actually became true.

Little did he know, his innocent attitude and genuine adoration were already starting to warm you up.

[princekirijo]

How are we doing folks this fine Wednesday

[remyfire]

I work with somebody about once a week who is so fascinating to me, especially when they are at our first desk. When someone walks in, they do not so much as smile or look at them, much less greet them. When someone leaves, they don't do anything either. If someone says, "Thank you," they say, "Sure," and if someone says, "Have a good one," they say, "Sure."

Listen. I don't know if it's because I was born and raised in the South for over three decades or because I was the front-facing customer-service-driven person at my previous jobs for a grand total of eight years. But I wince and get a little flappy anxious every time. What do you mean, you're not greeting people warmly so they're smiling as soon as they come through the door? What do you mean, you don't thank them for coming, wish them a good day, and bid them farewell? What do you mean, you just don't interact with the public unless forced, even in our front-facing job?

I think the amiable Southern politeness is just too engrained in me. There is no getting rid of it. And I'm kind of hoping that eventually I can work my way up to having more shifts at our first desk instead of our second because it's a lot weirder to gently greet someone from a distance when the employee closest to them is not paying them a single bit of mind.

[mulletmitsuya]

before i proceed, this is not a hate post!!! i am just saying things

i need people to understand that part of shinichiro's "charm" and appeal as a character, is that he isn't as good as people pointed him out to be. he's not the best person in the world. he isn't an "uwu" goody two shoes. he's pretty flawed and kinda selfish sometimes. he has good intentions ofc, but most of the time, they fall flat because of the outcome. and before people argue with me, lemme pull out some receipts

sano shinichiro has:

told haruchiyo to forgive mikey for uh *checks notes* mutilating his face

said "that's just how he is" in reference to haruchiyo swinging a katana at people and ending up in jail because of it

disregarded haruchiyo's mental health when it came to time leaping and made him shoulder the burden of his demented younger brother (😭)

gave an 8 year old time leaping powers because he had good vibes

murdered someone

let's stop pretending he didn't do anything wrong. love shinichiro for who he is!! a huge fucking idiot who has no foresight. with a really big heart, that is slightly compromised. because he's probably a traumatized kid. not like he had to raise his younger siblings with no support or anything. his mom died and his dad was a fucking hoe, then he died without ever being present in his life. the guy had it rough which in turn made him a little rough. i don't understand how you can like a character by fabricating facts about them and denying the actual...facts. i hate some of the things that shin has done, but i still love him. i am a true shin fan because i accept that he's fucking great and an inspiration to so many people but he's also kinda awful a bit <33.

(this post was inspired by a post @chaoticdelinqueerwithglitter made but idk how to link things!!! so check out their blog :))

[sainz100]

Fernando Alonso arriving on Media Day ahead of the 2024 Singapore GP | 📸 by Denzyl KY

[stinkyhyena9000]

Buster Moon Stimboard !!

For my Sing friends still out there, here's some food for y'all

🤍 💙 🤍 | 💙 🐨 💙 | 🤍 💙 🤍

Totally non-abrupt segway to a sentimental message:..

I just wanted to thank all of you for hosting such a lovely and wholesome fandom. I love we're a small community, but y'all have always made me feel so extremely loved, and I'm glad have had y'all be my first and sofar only fandom experience.

Please never stop making art and writing stories!

[mad-hunts]

[dollypopup]

y'all can all cancel me (again) for this, but if there's even a SHRED of 'who should I pick?' from Penelope in season 3, I am tuning out SO fast because like. . .sorry not sorry, there IS no choice. Debling is some crusty OC suitor she barely even knows and Colin is a man who she has been so supposedly in love with to the point where she'd ruin her entire family's reputation to have a potential love story with him. Penelope and Colin have background, years of knowing each other, intimacy that few people in the Ton can boast of having (letters, conversations about purpose, fights and arguments and makeups) and her and Debling have. . .a dance or two at a ball because he's a rebound for Penelope's broken heart. he means nothing. he has no nuance, he has no weight to the story, he is such an afterthought to me. either I wanna see Penelope going 'you know what? I don't even LIKE this dude. he's. . .fine, but I don't care about him even a shred as much as I care about Colin' or the INSTANT Colin's like 'you know what? we should get married' if it's not an immediate 'say less, you're already my husband, try returning me without the receipt, Debling whomst?' then I don't want it!

like. . .it's just so frustrating to see all the 'I hope Debling sweeps her off her feet and she rejects Colin's proposal and she makes him work for it and and and-' nonsense from the fandom and it's always tagged and no matter how many times I block it, it just keeps popping up. I go into the Polin tag for POLIN. I don't give a SHIT about a male love interest other than Colin. Not one. Not a shred. Not an iota.

and also. . .Debling has the 'benefit' of not having depth, or character traits, or HISTORY, so peeps can project onto him however they want, but I'm calling it now, there is NOTHING he could do or be that would make me like him more than Colin. Colin will always hit different, and I will always love him more. and if Pen's not on that same page? lol bye

you want me to believe Penelope and Colin are soulmates and it's romance for her to hem and haw about how difficult a decision it is for her to marry a stranger who knows barely anything about her. . .

when Marina was out here dropping banger lines like 'You were the only man with which I could see myself being happy' and 'I do not care about any of these men, where is Colin?'? like hello??? and she wasn't even fully in love with him!!!! but we'll demonize her until the cows come home in our fandom and make her the villain in Polin's love story for DARING to get in between Polin, yet Debling, a white man, is a darling dear perfect prince for getting in between Polin? existing in our fandom solely so Penelope can be like 'lol, Colin ain't shit, let me entertain any and everyone else'?

if that's the direction it goes then, ten toes down and on my mama, she doesn't deserve Colin and she can move because I'm on my way to court him my damn self

and that's that on that

[taegularities]

just thinking thoughts

[outislovescomics]

sorry you're not getting any intelligent thoughts out of me for the next 7-12 hours

[coollyinterferes]

"Back by unpopular demand:"

"Us!"

[byanyan]

much as I really wanted to answer all my asks today... it is unfortunately v improbable that I finish more than the one that has already posted 😔

[lctibule]

tried to do some writing but i got all of like three sentences out before i got frustrated and gave up, so 🤷

[chronicowboy]

in a very "i love my mutuals" mood today

[fluxedbuds]

o boy new life series cant wait to Stop Watching As Soon As Someone Permadies