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[couldtransitionsaveher]

GUMBALL WATTERSON from THE AMAZING WORLD OF GUMBALL

JUSTIFICATIONS:

"Ok this is a bit of a weird one but hear me out here, I'm a certified Gumball scholar. Gumball (and Darwin) dress up as girls several times over the course of the show and never really show any discomfort over it, and also Gumball has this entire episode dedicated to Eradicating her deadname after it comes alive and takes on a persona of its own. Like ok I don't want to summarize the plot of the entire episode (it's called 'The Name' if anyone wants to watch it themselves) but her deadname literally manifests as an alternate personality douchebag that begins altering her memories and erasing her true self because she isn't "cool enough" and the way she defeats this is by literally changing her legal name to "Gumball" which is y'know a nickname she presumedly chose for herself. Unfortunately all this potential subtext is somewhat undercut by one of the running gags of the episode being a very transmisogynistic joke, but I digress. Anyway she's also girlfriends with the other extremely blatant trans allegory, Penny, whom is so goddamn trans-coded that I could (and probably will) make an entire separate post about it. So in conclusion Gumball should take some estrogen so she can be t4t bi4bi with her magical shape-shifter fairy girlfriend <3" - @jam-n-jay

"I think she deserves it" - @stitchwraith-stingers

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[blue-jisungs]

sweat

[ song inspo ! ] sweat by zerobase1

[ summary ! ] working out with jay :3

[ word count ! ] 451

“come on, baby. you’ve got that” jay’s smooth voice was almost persuading.

almost. only if you weren’t near passing out, air escaping from your lungs.

“i’m gonna kill you” you sighed, hands wiping the sweat off your face and jay just laughed “don’t laugh!”

jongseong has been asking you to go to the gym with him and you thought it could be cute. bonding.

and not… a near death experience.

on top of that, he was being sassy with it too. watching you with the corner of his eye, scoffing when he finished his set way before you.

which lead to now, him assisting you with your work out.

his hands were gently holding your ankles, even his hair stuck to his forehead by sweat.

“i am not doing five more, seriously. i’ll die” you huffed, puffing your cheeks. everything hurt, even parts of your body that you weren’t sure that existed.

“fighting, angel” he hummed, smile breaking into a huge grin.

“yeah, i’ll be fighting. you, once i get up” you snarled, finally looking at him. jay cocked his head. even post work out he looked so handsome. and you… you didn’t want to think about it.

“five more. you’ve got this. we’ll grab any food you’d like afterwards” he continued to bribe you, shuffling closer.

you just let out a dramatic sigh and made the scrunch. once sitting up, you moved your hands and flicked his nose. jay just giggled, thumbs drawing circles on your ankles.

“see? it wasn’t that hard” your boyfriend encouraged you. you managed to repeat it three more times, each of which you flicked his forehead, chin and between his brows. he didn’t even mind, just chuckling at your attitude.

“last one. come on, princess” he cheered.

you made the last scrunch, the muscles in your stomach burning. when you were on jay’s eye level, he let go of your ankles and moved to capture your lips in a kiss.

he didn’t care if you were sweaty or disheveled, he just poured the feeling of pride into that kiss. you just hummed in relief, moving your hands to his exposed arms. you felt him smiling against your lips before moving away.

you squeezed his arm with a grin.

“worth it, hm?” he teased, looking at you. you could feel his breath fanning on you cheek, his ebony eyes scanning your face.

“i guess” you snickered, finally meeting his gaze.

for a moment, it was just you two. only his loving look warming you up inside (or maybe it was the soreness slowly setting in).

“so, hotpot?” with a huge smile, you asked.

jay just nodded, bringing his hand to wipe the sweat from your temple.

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[inutaffy]

since i can't make 3 ppl fight for it

[chenfordswopez]

I’m really hoping Jay doesn’t get a new love interest introduced in S2.

[theelmoarchive]

Hate to reblog this again but I made it accurate to my new hcs

It came to me in a dream

[villruu]

I am being so normal :) <-[writing the most self indulgent jam one shot ever]

[jackkennedyofficial]

hit em with the tabbyhornets when they least expect it

[enhaeil]

SOON AS I GET HOME! ☆ 박종성

"soon as I get home, I'll make it up to you. baby, i'll do what i gotta do."

soon as i get home - faith evans.

c/w: suggestive!! yet extremely soft. husband jay...wow i love jay

you had a good man. an amazing man even. the best man a woman could ask for. and you've been neglecting him.

when he tries to hug you, it only lasts for a second before you push him away. when he tries to give you a kiss, you barely reciprocate back. when he tries to initiate sex, you brush him off, telling him you're "too tired" to be touched. it's noticeably put a bit of a strain on your marriage, and you feel guilty.

you decide it's time to ignite the fire in your marriage again. remind jay why he married you in the first place. since he's always busy with work and so are you, you decided you would call off work the next day and spend it planning something special.

you hop out the tub and wrap a towel around you before starting your hair and makeup. you decided to wear it down because you remembered how much jay liked it. for makeup, you go with a natural glam with some red eyeshadow.

—

you slip into the lingerie and dress you bought, buckle up your heels, and check yourself out in the mirror one more time. "yup. i still got it." you say to yourself before you head downstairs.

the time is currently 6:30. jay is already off work and is probably on his way back. you use this time to set the food up and pour up some wine. you also lay out some chocolates and light some scented candles. and of course, you had some old school jams playing in the back. lord, if he didn't put a baby in you tonight, it'd be a pretty close call.

as time gets closer, you decide to hide behind the wall so when he walks in, you can suprise him.

around 7:02, you hear some keys jingle and the door opening.

"baby, i'm home. i got some take-out if you're hungry. baby..?"

you can't help but feel your heart swell at your husbands voice. even through your dry spell, he's so sweet. you take this as an opportunity to step out.

"hi jjongie.."

his mouth opens so wide you're scared a moth might fly out of it.

"do you like it..?" he gave you a look as if you just asked the silliest question on earth.

"baby. like it? 'like it' would be disrespectful. you look amazing, y/n."

you giggle and help him take off his work jacket, giving his shoulders a soft massage, feeling the tenseness from his shift today. his head tips back with a sigh. "did i forget something today, love?" he says, trying to scan his mind for any event that could've happened.

you grab his hand and drag him into the kitchen where all the food is prepared. "you're my husband. and I've been neglecting you. so i wanted to show my appreciation for all you do." you say pulling out a chair for him.

"baby...you don't neglect me. we've both been busy with work." he says still holding on to your hand.

"still. when's the last time we had sex, jay?"

"a few days ago, right?" he says trying to see where you're going with this.

"exactly! remember? when used to go at it like animals? one day out of the week would've scared us a few years ago." you say with a small giggle. "now eat up. i dont want the food to get cold!"

you guys spend some time talking about your week and enjoying the meal you made. it felt so nice to have this moment with your husband. you guys rarely ever got to eat real meals together.

"wow, y/n. you really went all out." he says finishing his last bite.

"there's leftovers in the fridge if you get hungry again." you say getting ready to put the dishes in the sink.

he stands up, coming behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. "how could i ever repay you?"

you turn around and give him a look. "jay. you have been the most perfect man since the day i met you. i can't remember the last time i touched a door or a bill since our first date. you've done more than enough." you say pressing a peck on the corner of his mouth.

you dry off your hands before you turn back to him. "now, I have one more surprise for you upstairs. come on~" you say excitedly before dragging him up the stairs.

you finally make it to your bedroom and point his attention towards the bag in the middle of the bed. in it was a new cologne, a new tie and jewelry. as he opens the bag you dash into the bathroom to take off that tight dress and reveal what was underneath.

"baby, you didn't have to get me any of this. i'm so grateful, thank you. god, this is so cool." he says, examining his new items.

you finally step out the bathroom, heels still clicking as you call out his name.

he brings his attention up and his mouth is left open for the second time that night.

has he seen your body in ways you wouldn't even think was possible? yes. but everytime he did it felt like the first time.

you slowly make your way towards him before he reaches out his hands to touch you as if you'd dissappear right in front him.

"wow, i married a goddess. even years later you still make me feel like a teenage boy."

your eyes begin to water at his words and his touches, feeling like it's been an eternity since you've been touched like this. your hands begin to roam his body too, feeling underneath his shirt and caressing his stomach, your fingertips grazing the roughness of his happy trail.

"i love you jay. and i'll do whatever i can to make up for time we might've lost." you say leading him towards the bed so you can straddle him.

"we've grown a lot since we started dating, y/n. it's okay if sometimes we are too busy to do things with eachother. but even if we go months without touching eachother, i promise i'll always love you the same way I did back then."

and with that, he pulls you into a kiss, which leads into a night full of passionate lovemaking.

a/n: im foaming at the mouth.

[mygnolia]

get better! | p. sunghoon

SMAU! synopsis -› in which your neighbor and popular twitch streamer park sunghoon breaks his arm, so he switches to vlog style content that matches up with your’s! now everyone’s curious why 1) you have a cute boy in your apartment, 2) sunghoon’s not on his grind anymore, and 3) when are you two going to date!?

pair -› twitch streamer!sunghoon x vlogger!reader

includes -› fluff, humor/comedy, romance!!

trope -› strangers/acquaintances to lovers

cw -› cursing, i am chronically online so my humor is broken, i also don't know how to navigate twitter so forgive the inconsistent times or details, more to be added!

a/n -› guys i literally have never written an smau before. HELP??? it's been in my drafts since 2022 and now i finally wanna make it, plsplspls tell me if i seem like im plagarizing and i'll share proof + explanations! I have not been on enha tumblr in years but ik there's trope overlaps here and there!! super excited doe

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HOONIEBEE IS LIVE.... "right arm brken :("

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[polarisjisung]

LOVE ON THE COURT | 36 BRUTAL CLARITY

SYNOPSIS | every college student has their struggles, but raising her younger brother has Y/N top of the list, struggling her way through college whilst balancing her academics and basketball captaincy is difficult no doubt and with Jaemin, her ex best friend and captain of the guys basketball team, and his growing one sided hatred towards her, it doesn't seem to be getting any easier

WARNINGS | swearing (shocker but no sexual innuendos in this chap !) , lwk abandonment issues, blame shifting, lots of nervous habits too (?)

NOTES | first fully written chap, some of you guys will hate me for this, also, I was initially going to post this yesterday, but I got lazy and didn't write anything 😭

Now, Jaemin wasn’t one to believe in fate, but if it had somehow led him here, he wasn’t about to waste the opportunity.

After 10 minutes of trying to pry the door open and too many failed attempts at picking the lock both captains had finally given up, too worn out from the game to actually bother trying to get out of the room they found themselves locked in.

Jaemin stood near one of the benches, hands jammed deep into the pockets of his hoodie. His eyes occasionally darted to Y/N, who was sitting cross-legged on the floor, her back to him. Not a word had been exchanged between them in the past week, let alone during the last ten minutes. The silence between them felt heavy, far more suffocating than the game they'd just played.

There was so much to say—too much, in fact, and he had no idea where to begin. But Jaemin knew he had to start somewhere.

"Don't go on that date with Jay." He said softly, voice barely above a whisper. His body practically froze in the second it took him to process the words that had actually left his mouth, but Y/n sat still, unmoving. Of all the impending conversations, this was the last one he'd intended to start with.

He felt like an idiot.

When she didn’t respond, Jaemin felt a pang of uncertainty, wondering if she hadn’t heard him. He hesitated, the words stuck in his throat, but instead of repeating himself, he added, "Can we talk?"

Nothing. But he was certain she'd heard him.

"Come on, Y/N," Jaemin’s voice was quieter now but edged with desperation. "Talk to me"

Y/N’s shoulders stiffened, not turning around. Her gaze was fixed on the rough floor, the sting of old memories too sharp to face him directly.

Something about this moment felt too nostalgic, too tender, reminiscent of a past she desperately wanted to return to. And looking at Jaemin— she just couldn't do it.

Not now. Not when in this past week, she'd relived every moment she once knew Jaemin, through photographs and teenage diary entries,now buried somewhere at the back of her wardrobe.

Still, Jaemin took a step forward, and she bowed her head, refusing eye contact. His heart clenched. Her glossy eyes weren't difficult to miss, not for him.

"I don’t know what happened. I don’t even know why he's here, " Jaemin continued, his words rushed. "I just want to fix things. Please." He knew his words were jumbled, mixing pieces of conversations they should’ve had long ago, but if this was his only chance, he wouldn’t blow it. “Look at me, peach.”

Y/N’s lips pressed together, and for a moment, it seemed like she might just give in. Instead, she pulled her knees closer to her chest, wrapping her arms around them as if to shut herself off completely. Cocooning herself.

Jaemin let out a frustrated breath and sank onto the bench across from her, his voice quieter now. Defeated almost.

"I swear, he came onto me first," Jaemin defended himself, trying to take a different approach to the situation, a dry, soulless laugh rolling off his tongue. "That's a lie, but he was pissing me off." His hands were up, raised by his head in full defence after he'd caught the way y/n snuck bitter glances at him in the mirror across from them.

God, she almost wanted to laugh. And she hated that she did, hated how jaemin always knew what to say and when to say it, how to get her to laugh in her worst moments, how to get through to her when nobody else could. After all that, she didn't understand why he was the same person to turn his back on her so quickly.

In all honesty, she could've cared less about what Jaemin had done to her father. He probably deserved it, hell she was ready to blow up at him herself— the man who had never once shown up to a single one of her games in support, coming to one of the few that meant the most. He did it on purpose. He was trying to throw her off and it was clear as day. He could be dealt with later she supposed, trying to process everything Jaemin was saying instead.

But it still didn't make sense. Nothing seemed to match up. Why would the Jaemin who'd walked out of her life so easily put so much at stake for her, the Jaemin who once couldn't care less about her, now begged her just to look his way. Her mind raced, a swirl of emotions, but behind it all, a lingering sense of confusion.

"Can we talk y/n? You've been ignoring me for days, and I have no idea what I did." He pauses, hoping she'll finally break. She doesn't, not yet.

"If anyone should be mad at someone it's me. I should be angry, hell I should be enraged, but here I am making an effort and you're giving me nothing." he tries again, hopeful. His voice raises, louder, more hoarse when he continues, a sign of his slipping patience.

"Work with me here because I'm trying to salvage our friendship after everything we've been through, I'm trying to save us, and somehow, it feels like you've already given up"

She finally spoke, her voice flat.

"I have."

Jaemin felt the way his eyes widened, the spark of hope in his eyes vanished, confusion flooding his expression instead.

"What."

"Why would I fight for something I know won't last?" She spoke like she had all the certainty in the world

Jaemin's expression faltered. "What do you mean?"

The question is simple but comes with such sincerity that for a moment, just for a second, Y/n wonders if she's gone insane.

"What do I mean?" she laughs, sarcasm dripping through her tone, "You know damn well what I mean Jaemin." His innocent act is enough for Y/n to rise to her feet, fists bundled at her side, jaw set in a hard line.

"You don't just get to walk out of someone's life, my life Jaemin, and pretend like you did nothing wrong. You don't just get to throw away relationships like that, not what we had. You want to talk about fighting, huh Jaemin? I fought, so hard. " her voice was sharp, coming in bursts of irritation, struggling to catch her breath as she hiccuped, tears welling in her eyes and already rolling down her cheeks " I fought so fucking hard, and I fought alone, because I thought you, I thought we, were worth fighting for."

She takes a second to wipe her tears, Jaemin taken aback— he'd never seen her like this, never so raw, so vulnerable.

Nothing she had said made any sense, nothing she spoke of aligned with anything he knew, and yet it seemed nothing short of the truth.

"You disappeared, and you never even told me why, and you want to talk to me about giving up on us? How do I know you won't do it again, huh? How do I let you back into my life, accept you with open arms and a smile, when I don't know if you'll do it again, if you'll leave again." At this point, Jaemin watched the girl's sentences disintegrate in their flow, broken sobs punctuating her words in some places, shallow breaths in others.

"You say want to talk about us, but the first thing you asked me was not to go on some stupid date that really shouldn't be any of your concern in the first place. Is this really even about us? Because it feels like you say all this shit about fighting for us when really, you don't care at all."

Her words were coming out jumbled, a disorganised mess of all the things she'd been meaning to get off her chest in years, and yet the weight on her shoulders didn't seem to lighten even when she spoke.

"I called a thousand times, texted a million more, I begged to talk to you, I sent you letters, I even sent emails, emails Jaemin, and you never responded, not once. I was trying so hard, and you, you weren't even trying at all."

Jaemin felt a knot tighten in his stomach, uncertainty coursing through his veins. The anger he thought he should have felt was replaced by a deep concern, making him question everything he swore he had known for so long.

"You think I cut you off for no reason?" perhaps he should've made a more conscious effort to soothe her worries, but Jaemin felt it, his clammy palms, his shaky hands, he was on the edge— ready to spiral if he had to listen any further. The need to defend himself, and perhaps, to really get to the bottom of this, was compelling.

Everything he did, blocking her number and her contacts, ignoring her countless knocks at the door and her shouts for him across the street, all of it, came flooding back into his mind.

For a moment, he wondered if she really deserved it at all?

"You were all I had y/n, all I needed really, and you think I just did this all for no reason. I know you're not stupid enough to think that." He chuckles— sourly. "You left me," he corrects. "Broke every promise you'd ever made to me and never turned around once to apologise"

It felt like he was speaking gibberish, like his words didn't make sense, and his emotions came out of nowhere, a throbbing now making Y/n's head spin. This act Jaemin was putting on was good, too good.

"Stop speaking in riddles, what do you mean?"

"I mean, you don't get to stand there and pretend this is all my fault," he snaps, sharp and honest. "You left me at regionals, after promising you would be there, you left me to fend for myself after knowing what I would've had to give up if I competed, what I did give up. Y/n you left me, betrayed me in fact, so don't you dare make this my fault."

You left me— the words rang in her ears.

But she didn't.

Y/n didn't remember much, not from that point in her life, after she'd made every attempt forget it, but she remembered this, and she remembered it so vividly. Regionals hadn't gone ahead that year. She was certain. They were cancelled, she tried desperately to recollect. And then it hit her.

As Jaemin stared at her, the pieces began to fall into place. Y/n felt her heart drop. Just how stupid could she be?

"They didn't cancel the competition?" she asked, each syllable thick with a newfound shame.

"Of course not" he scoffed, "Why would you think that"

Jaemin almost rolled his eyes.

But then he saw it, the way her skin had drained of its colour. Y/n's lips trembled, she fidgeted with her fingers, picking at the skin that surrounded her nail beds, flicking the hair tie against her wrist. Something wasn't right. Y/n finally realised what she had done, and god, she felt like such a fool. The truth hit hard, and it hit fast.

"I'm so sorry, jaem," her head hung low with embarrassment, but her stare still held his, as if she could only convey the sheer sincerity of hers through her eyes. The weight of her words hung between them, and Jaemin could feel the atmosphere shift around him, the heat that rushed to his head before was now replaced with a harsh knocking against his ribs, cold feet and constricted air.

He wanted answers. He needed to know.

"Y/n what happened that day. Tell me."

The signs, they'd had been clear as day, and now, she wondered why she'd believed him, after his constant let downs and disapproval for her sport, his constant attempts to sabotage her and her career.

The organisers had all gotten into a car crash on their way to the competition, that why the competition didn't go ahead— that's what her dad had told her.

Regret settled in her chest as she fought to intake enough oxygen.

Her head shook, frantic and fevered, there was no way.

She couldn't believe it.

Her father lied to her, and she'd been naive enough to believe him.

It was all her fault.

Her stupidity had cost Jaemin so much. It had cost them so much. Everything.

But she didn't know how to tell him.

Her eyes focused on Jaemin, but he seemed blurry and hazy. In fact, soon enough, he was spinning.

Y/n struggled to keep her footing, her legs wobbling beneath her. It was as if the ground was shifting, and she couldn't find her balance, her mind racing with thoughts that only fueled her anxiety. The bitter taste of guilt residing on her tongue, harsh and unforgiving.

"I need you to breathe for me, peach. I'm right here. Just breathe."

But she needed to get it off her chest. She had to.

"He said they cancelled the competition. He lied."

"Who did?" Jaemin was beyond confused, her sentence too short and vague for him to understand what she was getting at. Still, his heart skipped a beat, panicked.

"My dad."

It was as if a fog had lifted, and suddenly, everything made sense. Really and truly, it felt impossible. A brutal clarity.

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[dickgraysonisnothereforthis]

Jason Todd x gn mean!reader

I love you mean!reader take jason by the balls like he deserves

(Short, fluff, established relationship)

Swearing, no use of y/n

———

“Shit.” The knife slips off the onion yet again and Jason feels like driving it into the countertop. Instead, he takes another go at the onion and almost nicks his finger.

He throws the knife onto the cutting board with a clatter. This is so fucking stupid. Jason is exhausted and starving and at his wit’s end. All he wants is to make himself some pasta, why can’t he cut this goddamn onion?

It isn’t helping that he came home pissed to begin with. The night was a complete waste of his time. He’s spent weeks sniffing around for one of Bane’s weapons shipments and finally tracked it down to a warehouse on the south side. Jason had got himself all gussied up to go in guns blazing, but he kicked in the door of an empty warehouse. They had already cleared the fuck out, they were one step ahead of him. It was so goddamn embarrassing, all he could do was shuffle home in the rain and try not to picture how Bane was probably laughing at him.

And now even this onion is getting the best of him. Can’t Jason have anything?

He perks up as he hears the clank of your key in the lock. You’re home, thank god. He abandons the onion and goes to meet you at the door.

“Hey, babe.” Your cheeks are pink from the cold. Jason ignores your words and pulls you into his arms, jamming his face into your neck. Your hand comes up to card through his hair. “Huh. Rough night?”

He grunts, and you huff out a laugh. “Aw, poor baby.”

“It was so fucking stupid,” he mutters. “How was your work dinner?”

“Fine. Nothing to report. Drinks went on forever.” You slide your fingers under his shirt and pinch at his waist. “You eat yet?”

“Hm.” He bites lightly at your neck. You tug sharply at his hair. “C’mon, Jay, you have to eat.” You gently shove him aside so you can slip out of your coat and slip off your shoes.

“‘M trying to,” he sulks.

You raise your eyebrows. “Well, what does that mean?”

He sighs, gesturing toward the kitchen, and you go investigate. “Couldn’t cut the fucking onion,” he grumbles. It’s so annoying; normally he’s not a complete idiot in the kitchen, but tonight his skills are failing him.

“Ah,” you say as you approach the cutting board. “Well, unfortunately, you’ve done it wrong.” You take his place at the countertop. Grabbing the knife, you hold it to the onion but then stop, turning to squint at him. “You want me to do it?”

Jason looks at you blankly. You nod. “You want me to show you how to do it or just do it?”

He smiles ruefully. “Good.” You start slicing. “Didn’t want to teach you anything, anyway.”

Jason sighs contentedly, putting his arms around your waist and leaning into your back. Your work steadily for a few minutes, before nudging him with your shoulder. “What were you going to put in the sauce?”

“Garlic,” Jason shrugs. “Onion.”

“Hm. It would be better with cherry tomatoes. And white wine.”

“Mm.”

“Go get the tomatoes. And the wine from the fridge,” you order. Jason blows meaningfully at your neck. “Please,” you add.

Jason knocks his head lightly against yours, then goes to get the requested ingredients. Soon, you’re frying up the onions, garlic, and tomatoes, pouring in some white wine, and setting some water to boil. Jason half-heartedly offers to help, but you take one look at him and wave him off. Fifteen minutes later you’re handing him a fork and sliding a bowl of pasta his way.

He digs in hastily. “Thanks, babe.”

You smile in satisfaction, stealing his fork to take a bite. “Hm. Pretty good.”

Jason wolfs it down before getting up for seconds. He grins at you, and you smile softly back. “Fuckin’ delicious.”

“Damn right. I’m gonna shower.” You move toward the bedroom, pulling your shirt over head. Jason gets momentarily distracted by your bare skin.

“Tsk.” He glances at your face, you’re smirking at him. “Eyes up here, big guy.”

“Can’t blame me for lookin’, sweetheart.” Jason smiles cockily at you, and you roll your eyes.

“Finish your dinner.” You turn back to the bathroom.

He picks up his fork. “I’m cleaning up,” he offers.

“You bet you are.” Jason grins cheekily, and you disappear into the bathroom.

———

He needs to be bullied.

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「 tws + notes: no tws, unedited, potentially very ooc, jason losing cognitive fuction around his beloved, this isn't really written to be suggestive im just silly, in my heart of hearts this man is a dork for his beloved I JUST SENSE IT, gnc reader :3 」

「 gn!reader, romantic relationship <3 」

↳ ft. jason todd

author's note: guys i dont even like jason that much but for some reason i have a million drafts on him??? (>n<；) anyway!!! just thought i'd put this out in the wild instead of letting it rot in my drafts while i fight thru exam season

fancy occasions called for fancy outfits.

unfortunately, dresses almost seemed like they were made without the wearer in mind.

you've been fumbling with the zipper for ages, it seemed. almost there, almost. dammit.

you strained, reaching back and tugging at the small metal slider— which proved fruitless when it resisted against your pull.

fuck. it's jammed.

"ugh— hey, jason?" you called out, glancing around the bedroom. "help me out here??"

calling him is pretty much last resort.

one, you like doing things yourself. and two, ...he's not exactly the best with this sort of stuff either.

the last time you went to a formal event, you wore a three piece suit, which was easy to put on... until the tie.

naturally, you asked jason for help— and he managed to knot up your tie in ways you didn't even know were possible.

your tie ended up a horrible abomination of boy scout techniques crossed with whatever computer wires do to themselves when left unattended.

in spite of previous mess-ups, here you are, looking for him again. jason's head pops into the room shortly after you call. he's always been attentive to you.

"hm?"

any other words he wanted to say immediately leave his brain when he sees you.

yes, you're stunning to him in every single way possible, but he really didn't expect his heart to stop right in his chest. let's hope someone's willing to punch reality this time around.

you're beyond breathtaking. it takes him every single bit of control in his body to not immediately fall to the floor at the sight of you. you turn to look over your shoulder at him and he's speechless, mouth drying as your gaze makes contact with his.

"zipper trouble," you mumble sheepishly, flashing him a nervous grin.

he nods, trying to shake the feeling in order to handle the pressing matter of helping you.

a warm hand gently grips your waist as the other takes hold of the zipper and wriggles it, getting the fabric unstuck from the track. it's finally able to move smoothly.

you blink a few times. "uh... jay?"

"yeah?"

"i need it zipped up." you can't even hide your snickers.

the realization makes his face burn with humiliation.

he quickly zips up the dress, takes his hands off you, and is promptly unable to look you in the eye for the rest of the time you get ready, completely embarrassed.

— reblogs always appreciated!

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THAT’S MY TYPE | enha ot7

pairing ot7 x reader genre ᩍ fluff, idol! x idol!reader warnings ꕁ none ➜ masterlist a/n: permanent taglist is open!

heeseung ☆ ⊹ ๑

oh he wouldn’t stop smiling. both your groups were on a variety show, when the topic of ideal types came up. they had asked you to point at the member that fit your ideal type, and of course you pointed towards heeseung. at first he bowed and thanked you, trying to be funny. but this was only to disguise the red spreading across his cheeks. he spent the rest of the episode glancing towards you, and laughing extra hard at your jokes.

jay ☆ ⊹ ๑

you had been doing a dance jam type of live on weverse, when you got the request to react to enhypen’s new comeback. during the reaction it slipped that jay was your ideal type. next time jay went live, he read a comment about the incident, and immediately went red in the face. he awkwardly laughed, saying he was honored if it was true. he ended the live shortly after, as he couldn’t control his emotions. he was 100% flustered.

jake ☆ ⊹ ๑

our shy king. you had mentioned in an interview that jake was your ideal type, and it broke the internet. when you hosted an award show, you made a joke about it while announcing enhypen as the winners. the boys had forced jake to stand next to you when accepting the award, and he couldn’t even look you in the eyes. when he spoke into the mic, he made an awkward joke that sent the crowd into tears. he’ll never hear the end of it.

sunghoon ☆ ⊹ ๑

you were both mc’s on music bank. there was an artist with a song called “my ideal type”, and as part of the interview the artist asked who your ideal type is. you answered sunghoon, while taking a prop rose out from behind you and handing it to him. he then stuttered, forgetting the script in front of him. it took him a couple seconds to get back on track, and he was so so awkward afterwards. he stood still, scared he would be too obvious if he got close.

sunoo ☆ ⊹ ๑

he would pull an uno reverse on you. you were both invited to film a small idol youtube series, where you went on a “date” with each other. during the date you had mentioned that you would fall for him if you were on a real date, as he was your ideal type. sunoo’s brain freezes and the first thing that comes out of his mouth is that you’re his ideal type too. now it’s your turn to be flustered. he then kept being flirty the whole episode, i mean straight up making it known he’s into you.

jungwon ☆ ⊹ ๑

he is in leader mode 24/7, so he’s extra cautious. you were doing a joint stage with the boys, and jungwon happened to be your partner. while rehearsing one day it slipped that he was your ideal type. he swore he didn’t care, and that he wanted to stay professional, but he was over the moon. during the performance a week later, people would feel the chemistry between you two. it was the smirk he sent your way that fully convinced the fans that something was going on.

ni-ki ☆ ⊹ ๑

poor guy doesn’t know how to act. both of you were on a variety show episode for maknaes, and you had gone to the random play dance portion. you were in awe as he danced, and the mc noticed as they singled you out. you blurted out that ni-ki was your ideal type, and he malfunctioned. throughout the game he forgot choreo, including his own. he was all over the place the rest of the episode.

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GRAAHHH HERE YOU GO YOU SILLY LIL GUY :))) To answer your question (if the picture didn't already do it) yes! I will draw ships as long as they aren't weird or inappropriate :D It took me awhile to get this right- but i was too lazy to do a background. Basically they fell asleep on the train or bus or something- let your imagination run wild. I hope you like it!!! Jam shippers come get your food pspsps

also- im shocked my art is all over your front page- my brain literally can't comprehend that because its so crazy to me. (It makes me really happy that people enjoy my art tho!)

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Part 3 Coming On 01/31/2025!

Welp, I decided to release the teaser a little early. But... it's happening everyone! The final part of It's Not A Big Deal will be released on 01/31/2025 and I love how it's turning out. I know that I keep sounding like a broken record, but thank you so much to everyone who reblogged, commented, liked, and gave me feedback! It really means the world to me and all of y'alls support is just so wonderful 💗 And thank you all who participated in the poll. It will be revealed what it was in reference to in the post of part 3.

The poll was crazy close, but the 💻's have it! I will give y'all a hint and say that because the 💻 won, there will not be a grocery store in part 3 (🥫). But no more spoilers lol.

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Just A Little Something 😉

Warnings: I'm just gonna label this 18+ (I mean I probably don't have to, but it doesn't hurt), Talk of Sex, Angst, Sad Emotions, Broken Heart? Me crying for Dean? Dean being lonely? Me wanting to give Dean a hug?

Dean POV

Dean leaned back on his bed at the bunker and jammed the pillow further down around his ears over his headphones. He was listening to a mixtape that he had burned forever ago, chosen because it had the loudest drum solos blaring through his Walkman, but it wasn't enough to block out the sounds that were coming from your bedroom or the subtle knocking of your headboard against the metal wall between his and your room that grew louder and louder.

Dean had tried his best to get Sam on his side when he argued that Ben didn't have to come back to the bunker and instead should be sent back to wherever the hell he came from right then and there. Unfortunately, Cas was still out doing whatever it was he was doing, which meant that Ben was going to stick around for a little longer.

And it meant that Ben was finally getting his wish… you.

Dean's teeth gritted together when he heard another moan over the sound of the cymbals and felt a white hot spike of something in the pit of his stomach burn through his body.

When you'd agreed to move to the bunker Dean had insisted you live in the bedroom next to his. It meant that if there was a problem in the middle of the night, Dean would be the first to hear you scream and the first to protect you. Other than the time you stubbed your toe and Dean kicked down the door when he heard you yell with his gun drawn, there hadn't been an emergent situation that required his help.

Right now he was regretting the decision to have you live next door wholeheartedly, because it meant that he was having a front row seat to everything Ben and you were doing in your bedroom...

A/N: I am excited to see how y'all react to the ending of this one. I do love how it turns out, but there is a little bit of sadness before we get to the happiness. 😬

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Bodyguarded // part 9 (Reader!Grimes x Daryl Dixon)

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Summary: Finally you can make it back to camp. Something you had been craving for since being reunited. At camp you make time to catch up with Daryl, but for how long would the peace and quiet last? [series]

The engine roared loud. The wheels chasing over the highway. Nothing but the sounds of engines hearable. No birds, no people. Just you and the road. Daryl’s bike was tailing the car. Going back the long way to camp. Daryl looked over his shoulder when he felt you rub your head against his back. A comforting gesture to let him know, you were still around. That he wasn’t dreaming. That he didn’t have to say goodbye to you yet. – “You really scared the shit out of me back there.” – he said over the sound of the engine.

Keeping his gaze forwards. – “Oh, I wasn’t aware you cared that much.” – you responded with a cheeky smile. Daryl turned his front mirror so he could see you instead of the road behind him. Seeing you smile so teasingly, made him scoff amusingly. – “Ha. Ha. Grimes.” – he let out, turning the front mirror right again. You kissed his shoulder to show him just how much you cared. – “No man has ever cared for me that much.” – you spoke after some silence. – “You know other men?” – Daryl called out shockingly.

It made you give him a bored scowl that he would be this annoying. Daryl cracked up, laughing loud. – “Just keep your eyes on the road, idiot.” – You told him, poking him in the cheek to push his chin forwards. – “Yeah, but I’m your idiot.” – he replied, turning on the gas to go a bit faster. – “You damn right, you are.” – you mumbled under your breath. The motorbike neared the car again, tailing close by. Daryl noticed the car slowing down a bit.

Riding out of the way so that the car could join his side. Shane sat behind the wheel. He whistled loud, pointing in front of him. You looked over Daryl’s shoulder. Seeing some walkers emerge from out of the woods. The sounds of the engines luring them in. Daryl nodded. Letting the motor drift away from the car. – “Y/n reach in my pants.” – he said. You pushed your head off his back, staring in shock at him.

 “I meant reach for the dagger in my pants. Jeez keep it together Y/n.” – he answered after your silence. – “Shut up.” – you gave him a playful slap, hiding the flush in your cheeks. Daryl leaned a bit forwards as you reached for his dagger. Carefully taking it out. Tightening your grip around the handle. – “You got them?” – Daryl asked, glancing over his shoulder. – “I got them.” – you answered keeping a firm hand on his shoulder.

 The walkers had reached the verge of the road. Feet still in grass. A couple of three they were. – “Nice and quiet.” – Daryl warned you. You nodded readying yourself when he slowed the motor down. Almost going five per hours.

Letting the first walker get close. It started to snarl loud, hands lashing out like claws at the sound of the engine. You pushed your hand deep onto Daryl’s shoulder. Using your leg muscle, to squeeze the motorcycle between your legs. Dagger raised. Waiting for the right moment to jam it in the walker’s head.

The walker’s eyes stopped, drifted sideways before it dropped lifeless to the ground. Mudded blood staining your dagger. Daryl whistled loud to alarm you of the other two.

They had clustered, staying together. Their arms swaying down till they smelled you. Something snapped in them as they shocked away. Arms swaying up higher. Teeth clattering at you. In for a taste of flesh. Tensing your jaw, you slashed your dagger at the first one.

Slashing it across the face. The walker turned and tumbled to the ground at the loss of gravity. You then let the dagger slice the second one, right across the throat as you passed. Dirty stained blood came pouring out as it gurgled more.

It’s mouth opening and closing bewildered. Daryl sped up, moving away from the edge. You came sitting back down, moving your arm around his waist. You looked back at the walkers. Two of them still up, but clearly confused. Your smell fading as they came calming.

Pressing your face back against his back, you hoped there wouldn’t be any more encounters. You for sure had faced enough walkers for a month now. Now you simply wanted to sleep and stop thinking about the world’s ending. Just stop thinking about the damn apocalypse and detach yourself from any worries. Daryl came riding after the car turning into a more narrow road. The camp getting closer.

The car road up first. The motor surpassed them. The engine stopped, motor going silent. – “Auntie Y/n!” – you heard loud. Gasping loud, you hopped off the motor, seeing Carl run up to you. – “Carl!” – you shouted, running over to him with open arms. Letting him jump in your embrace, spinning around with him. – “And I’m his dad. Ouch.” – Rick said to Glenn with a smirk. Glenn smiled back, patting Rick on the back. – “Yeah, but you’re not auntie Y/n.” – he responded with a chuckle.

Lori walked up to Rick, hugging him in all her delight. Rick hugged her back, before keeping a palm against her cheek to kiss her. You set Carl back down, running your fingers through his hair. – “Auntie Y/n!” – Carl called out, clearly going to ask something of you. Daryl came interfering, sliding his arm around your hip. – “Auntie Y/n, needs some rest.” – he told the little one. Carl stared confused back at him. – “I’ll come and find you later, Carl.” – you told him. Daryl guiding you away.

“Since when do I need rest?” – you asked him when you were out of ears reach. – “Since you look like this.” – Daryl spoke, taking you by the chin. His eyes slightly narrowing on you. – “You’ve dark circles under your eyes and you just survived a killer wave of walkers.” – he announced. – “Wow, way to charm a woman.” – you responded throwing him a sarcastic smile. – “You must have been a real ladies man before the end.” – you laughed out. Daryl grunted soft, pulling you closer to him by your hip.

His gaze falling on your lips. Yours lowering too with delight. Eager for a kiss from him. You leaned in, readying yourself for a kiss when you got turned around and shoved forwards. – “Get walking.” – he ordered with a smirk. – “You are no fun!” – you told him. – “If you keep up like this, I might have to look for a new boyfriend.” – you teased throwing him a flirtatious look. – “You better watch your mouth, sunshine!” – he responded loudly.

You simply turned around, shrugging your shoulders. You screamed loud when he came running after you. Grabbing you by the waist. Picking you up from the ground. Carrying back to your tent. He set you back down, pushing you into the tent. – “You aren’t going to leave me are you?” – you asked when he lingered in the entrance. – “Move over!” – he called out, shoving your knee aside.

You couldn’t help but smile when he came crawling in the tent with you. – “No funny thoughts, Grimes!” – he warned you, coming to lay beside you. You came hovering over him, nodding with pouty lips. Daryl moved his hand over your face, pushing it playfully away. Chuckling deep at your sour face. He opened his arm to you, inviting you over. You came laying down in his arms. Wrapping your arms around him.

He exhaled deep letting his chin rub on top of your head. You took his hand, entangling your fingers with his. Toying a bit around with it. – “What would you have done if I…” – you started. You didn’t want to think about it, but there could have been a possibility. A possibility that you didn’t make it out alive. That the overwhelming walkers tore you apart and made them one of them. That could’ve happened. – “Stop!” – Daryl’s voice was deep and firm.

You lifted your head up, staring down at him. He moved his hands up to your cheeks, cupping them. – “Just stop.” – he repeated, this time softer. – “I don’t want to hear it for it didn’t happened.” – he replied. – “But it could’ve.” – you answered. – “But it didn’t!” – he forced out, grabbing your cheeks tight.

“It didn’t, you didn’t turn into one of those f*cking walkers! So stop making me think about the possibilities.” – his voice was rough. Emotional. – “So just let me enjoy having you here. Alive.” – he begged. You nodded with teary eyes. Daryl pulled you down to kiss your lips. Lips tracing yours with demand. As if haven forgotten their shape. What they felt like on his and how f*cking much he loved kissing you.

Pulling away, you lowered your head on his chest once more. Suddenly feeling just how tired you were. His arms around you tightened. Exhaling deep, you felt at peace in his embrace.

Warm and save for the world’s ending could do you no wrong here. Sleep tugged at you almost immediately. Falling in a deepness. Daryl’s heartbeat in your ear as your head rose with his breathing. Yours having synced up with his.

Soft snoring coming from him, yet it left you unbothered. Unsure how many hours were passing. As a shadow fell over your tent. The sun having settled for the moon. Crickets chirping nearby. Peaceful. Till a scream woke you up.

The bone chilling scream made you sit upright. Daryl up as well. It took you but one glance to Daryl, to know what he was thinking. Louder screams from outside till you heard another sound amongst them. Snarling and growling. They are here.

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