#jazz is a lovesick fool

[jazzzzzzhands]

Men don't get told enough that they are cute and I am on this earth to fill that void

[demonic0angel]

Assistant Jazz au!

Someone records a lovesick Red Hood just ranting about how women who can break him in half are stupidly sexy and posts it to social media. #RelatableRedHood is trending within the week.

(It got long bc I got excited 😭)

The first video goes like this: It starts off with a woman clad in tight leather and a black helmet single-handedly fighting against a group of five men. She fought like a beast, with weapons and guns and on the occasion, her legs as she kicked a man so hard that he had puked his guts out. At one point, she had picked up one by the neck and tossed him to the wall.

The phone camera, shaky and quiet, then turned to face the infamous Red Hood's side profile. He didn't seem to notice that he was being recorded. He had his hand on his helmet-covered chin as he then said, "Do you think if I ask, she'll kill me with her thighs?"

That was when the video cut off. It was posted at 1:32 AM in the morning by an anonymous account with only one tag #RelatableRedHood.

It went stupidly viral. After that, there were more and more videos with the same tag, taken in more and more ridiculous ways to avoid the Red Hood noticing. Gothamites, particular ones from Crime Alley, were all having a great time watching their resident crime lord vigilante make a fool of himself in front of his hot assistant, who hadn't shown any reaction to the recent fame she gained as the woman who owned the legs that could make Red Hood beg for death.

The #RelatableRedHood videos always featured the same thing. Wolf would go about her business and do absolutely nothing out of the ordinary, or Wolf would complete an impossibly awesome feat with her intelligence or skills in weaponry and fighting, and Red Hood would then absolutely lose his mind afterwards.

Viewers both agreed to his thoughts and laughed themselves silly as they watched the infamous crime lord show just how head over heels in love he was with his assistant. Reaction images and memes went viral as the Red Hood simped over his assistant.

Video after video popped up and they were all clearly taken by goons within the Red Hood's gang due to sheer proximity and brilliant timing. Although videos came out somewhat rarely, probably due to Red Hood's perceptiveness, Gothamites gobbled up each one eagerly.

It all reached to a peak when a livestream link from the Official Robins account was posted at midnight.

In it, the Red Hood could be seen ranting and raving to himself in his office, smacking his helmet-covered forehead. An invisible camera captured it all. "Dammit!! Where are these videos coming from?! Who the fuck keeps making them?!"

He was presumably on call because after a moment, he answered an inaudible voice with a shout, "Like hell I do! Of course take it down! Why the hell would I want Wolf to see them?! She doesn't even know my feelings for her!"

Another pause. And then, "I'm not going to confess!! Why would she even like me anyways?!"

Viewers felt sympathetic for their favorite crime lord, but curiously, the livestream did not end as Red Hood continued to pace and mutter to himself angrily.

Their questions were answered as the door to the room opened and Red Hood hurriedly sat down in his seat, looking up at the door. The camera then captured the sight of Wolf striding into the room. She held papers in one hand and a coffee cup in the other.

Red Hood, silent and tense, clicked on a button, presumably disconnecting the call and then reached for the things she was holding. Wolf avoided his hands, placing the items on the table before she detached part of her helmet and placing it next to the papers.

Both the viewers and Red Hood were confused. More images of Red Hood's bewildered posture on the livestream appeared on the internet with #RelatableRedHood, but people were still focused on Wolf's strange actions.

The camera did not reveal any part of Wolf's face as she left the disconnected piece of metal on the side . She went around Red Hood's desk and sat on his lap confidently as the Red Hood froze like a deer in headlights. She took off his helmet without any resistance, tossed it to the floor, and then grabbed him by the lapels to kiss him senseless.

Cheers and celebrations erupted all over Gotham City as if they had suddenly won the lottery.

Unbeknownst to the Gothamites who were nothing but civilian viewers obsessing over Red Hood and Wolf's romance, Red Robin and Oracle were celebrating in the Watchtower with the rest of the Batfamily, who were all cheering loudly as they closed the livestream and then celebrated for successfully bringing together their brother and his crush.

Mission: Fairytale Ending was a success!

[projectcrimson]

Headcanons for WHB! MC

• Since we aren't normal (our bloodline is from a notorious man whore of a sorcerer and the game description said we're going to have God's powers) to begin with, let's lean into the flaws of being Asian. You know, competition to be the best, pressure, exceeding expectations, that jazz.

• Your mother, Lilian Alinoshka, is part of the underground crime syndicate. Once became the leader to slaughter others because of her hatred and anger towards her family until she met your father that she fought for love and protect her family from harm.

• Your father, Horimiya Haru, met Lilian when he accidentally walked by her disposing a social elite's body. When her knife was on his throat he fell in love and, long story short, that's how they got married and had you.

• She has her reasons to be strict with you, she still hasn't recovered from her past trauma from her parents did to her even though she denies it, she wants to keep her family safe from all harm and grant you a bright future.

• Minhyeok is the first friend, love, and person who helped you learn that your life doesn't have to revolve around studying or following your mother's plans for your future.

• And you know what? Since we're a Descentdant of a sorcerer, our father was the Descendant of Solomon and our mother was in the bloodline that's a part of a God. Which makes us a Demigod. That is also the reason why Gabriel killed both parents, one is a part of the bloodline of the person he hates while the other is a part of something that could go against the Seraphims cause of "reviving" God.

• Whenever MC is around Minhyeok, they would feel like a lovesick teenager and act like a fool. Which is the opposite to how much they were forced to grow up when their parents died.

• MC filled in the place of leader in the Syndicate after their mother passed at the age of 13.

• MC fell in love with Minhyeok further when he saved their life. (I will write MC's backstory soon so feel free to follow me to have an immediate update.)

• MC disbanded the Syndicate after eliminating anything that would harm their peaceful life with Minhyeok and their siblings.

• MC blushes at the mention of Minhyeok or recalling any memories with him. They write each other letters, occasionally with photos, twice a week to update on your own condition and to check on the twins in his care.

• MC keeps all the letters and photos in a drawer so you can read through them again whenever you are stressed with the war between the Demons and Angels. Sitri once opened the drawer and "accidentally" burnt two of the letters that contained a picture of Minhyeok, you ignored him for a week. He didn't regret it.

[loki-hargreeves]

Would love to overanalyze club owner Blue Jones's past so bad even though he's technically just part of someone's imagination

I want to know what his life was like that led him to that position. What was his family life like?

In my head, he's a lovesick fool who is so scared of getting hurt that he needs to control everything and never get too close to anyone (even though he secretly longs for it). He loved deeply once but it backfired and sent him down a spiral of insecurity, distrust and all that jazz.

Also, I can imagine him having an apartment at the club and a house further away for privacy. It's fully gated though and he keeps all doors locked. His house is 100% a dark Victorian house with a gothic/maximalist interior (maybe I should make it in the Sims)

These vibes

Thinking about his home makes me think about what he likes to do in his free time. Sure, Blue works a lot and his business takes up most of his time, but when he's finally at home there's gotta be something he does. Does he like to cook? Watch movies? Does he work out? Maybe he's a plant dad?? I need answers

[thembosapphicclown]

I get to see my girlfriend in like 8 hours but I gotta sleep so I'm not the crankiest clown in the world but im so excited to see her that I can't get myself to fall asleeeeeeep 😫

[talesmaniac89]

Dean Winchester Masterlist

Dean Drabble Masterlist | Back to the full Supernatural Masterlist Oneshots and Drabbles under the Read More

💖 - Fluff | 💔 - Angst | ✅ - Done | ▶ - Ongoing | ❌ - Cancelled | 🔞 - Smut | 💬 - Social Media

Charity Heist Masterlist 💖▶ The reader works as a retrieval expert (aka. thief) for Singer & Winchester Retrieval Agency, the best group of con artists in the world. But even though she's the best in the biz, she's no better than a bumbling fool when dealing with her all-consuming feelings for the group’s hitter; Dean Winchester.

Chick Flicks - Part 2 💖▶ (ON HIATUS) Gabriel decides to play wingman the way only he can as the reader and Dean go on a different kind of movie date.

Choices - A CYOA Fic 💔✅Choices is an interactive Supernatural choose your own adventure story where your choices determine the outcome and whether it’s a Dean x Reader or Sam x Reader.

Come Home - Part 2 - Part 3 💔✅ The reader struggles through heartbreak, unaware of Dean doing the same.

Dream on - Part 2 💔✅ The reader gets cursed by a witch and can’t fall asleep. She tries to hide it from the Winchesters, but they find out.

Hunter/Hunted - Masterlist - A Flash Fiction Series 🔞 ✅ Dean has grown tired of your game of cat and mouse. He’s ready to show you he’s a hunter. And tonight, you’re his prey.

Itsy Bitsy Spider - Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Epilogue ✅ The reader helps the Winchesters in a case involving a particularly nasty arachnoid. Not really angst or fluff, more like a "case"

Limelight - Masterlist 💖 💬 The workaholic and media shy CEO of Winchester Inc, Dean Winchester, is forced to try online dating by his friends. What will happen when he swipes right on (Y/N), who is working on a series on online dating for her magazine?

Logged in - Masterlist 💖✅ Sam tells Dean and the reader about a new online community for hunters and they both scoff at him, but secretly use it and end up drawn to each other.

Lost - Masterlist 💔✅You ran away from a silent unrequited love and got captured. But Dean thinks you left by your own choice. Will he ever realise that you’re in danger?

Missing in Action - Masterlist 💔 ✅ Dean is hit by a spell cast by an apparently lovesick witch. And though your little group tries to keep him from her, he breaks free. Breaking your heart along the way.

My Funny Valentine - Part 2💖✅Dean takes the reader out on a “friend date” after her latest boyfriend blows her off for Valentine. Not knowing that the reader sees him as so much more than a friend.

Night at the museum - Part 2 💖✅ A greek god of alcohol messes with the readers judgement during a hunt, causing both Dean and her to act like drunken fools.

Reverence - Masterlist 💔❌ The reader comes into Dean’s life, and flips it up-side down.

Sleeping Awake - Masterlist 💔✅The Winchesters and the reader is hunting a creature that’s been killing women in their sleep when it comes to them instead.

The Man in Apartment 43 - Masterlist 💔✅ Neighbours AU - Dean and the reader live next door to each other and can’t stand each other. Will things change once circumstances bring this bartender and business man duo closer together?

The Mirror People - Part 2 - Part 3 ✅ The reader and the Winchesters investigate a strange case in a small town in Arizona. Not really angst or fluff, more like a "case"

Well, Hello There Stranger - Part 2 💔💖✅ Sam informs you that Dean’s suffering from temporary memory loss and has forgotten you. Yet, when you meet your boyfriend, it isn’t the cold eyes of a stranger that meets yours.

A Day Off Your stubborn boyfriend never takes a day off, even when he’s feeling under the weather. Luckily Dean Winchester has you around to make sure he takes care of himself.

Building a nest The reader worries as Dean starts acting a little out of character after you find the Men of Letters bunker.

Date Night - Dean Dean & the reader decides to confuse a bunch of strangers as they test out some bad pickup lines at a fancy jazz bar.

Friendzoned The reader has to go undercover with Dean, but pretending to be the girlfriend of the man she secretly loves is a lot harder than she thought it would be.

Flexibility Dean walks in on the reader doing yoga and challenges her when she is steadfast in it helping her be a better hunter.

Flushed Cheeks The reader plays a poker game with rising stakes against Dean.

His Rock Dean finds comfort in the reader’s arms after a hard day. COMFORT FIC

Meet the Family Dean is nervous about meeting the reader’s family, but everything is going great, until a simple misunderstanding makes all hell break lose.

Morning Person The reader tries their hardest to get the sleepy hunter out of bed at a reasonable time as he tries just as hard to keep them there, snuggled up to him.

Pickup Lines Dean tries to stump the reader who is the self-proclaimed champion of anti-pickup lines with the cheesiest, cringeworthy lines he can think of.

Secret Love The reader is secretly dating a tattooed Dean behind Sam’s back since Dean doesn’t want anyone to know he can be soft hearted.

Seduction The reader shows Dean that she knows the art of seduction when he doubts her skills.

Stupid Choices The reader is angry and worried after Dean gets arrested during a hunt and she has to bail him out.

Stupid Cupid Dean tries to keep the reader from joining them in an interrogation of a Cupid.

Tag, You’re It The reader challenges Dean to a round of laser tag, to see who’s really the best shot.

The Costume Party Dean and the reader go on a hunt at a costume party, where Dean has to deal with his jealousy as the guys can’t seem to keep their eyes off the reader.

The Raid Dean and the reader goes on a Halloween candy raid to stock up their sugar arsenal.

The Shower The reader decides to pamper herself when the boys are away, not expecting Dean to return so soon.

This is Halloween The reader and the Winchesters have to go undercover at a Halloween party to catch the demon they’re hunting.

Try Not To… Dean challenges the reader to a try not to laugh challenge using pickup lines, but for her the challenge turns into a bit more of a try not to fall deeper in love with the lovable dork.

A Second too Late Dean realises he loves you, but he’s too late as you already love someone else.

Bloodlust Dean helps the reader fight against her demon blood addiction.

Changed Traditions Dean deals with the first Halloween alone, taking care of your daughter.

Complications Dean stays by your bedside after a hunt leaves you in a medically induced coma.

Creep Dean learns about the reader’s self hatred and tries to help her through it.

Hiraeth – Home is where the heart is Dean’s looking back on the summer he spent with you in his arms. A year has passed, summer is here again. But it’s a summer without you and, even in the sweltering heat of the bunker, he’s freezing to the bone.

I Just Called to Say I Love You As Dean realises he’s only got minutes left to live and no way to get help, he calls you; so he can hear your voice and have one last normal, happy moment.

Meet Me Back Here in a Year Dean and the reader take a break for a year to sort out their heads and hearts.

Mementos Dean looks back on all the treasured memories he’s shared through a life lived by your side; lived loving you.

Nicotine Dean has his vices, but they all pale in comparison to how he craves you. Yet he pushed you away, leaving him gasping for air.

Phone Call The reader calls Dean from a solo hunt (angst).

Side by Side You go looking for Dean on the eve of another hunter’s death anniversary. Knowing he’s lost, and needing to comfort him.

Soldiers The reader and Dean find themselves surrounded by demons, knowing they’ll have to go out there again, to be soldiers, even if it could mean the end of everything.

Sunshine Dean thinks back on all the great times he’s shared with the reader and how much he loves them. With You - The reader realises she has died and has become a ghost as she tries in vain to comfort her boyfriend Dean.

The Classifieds What lengths will Dean Winchester go to when he runs out of options to save the people he cares about? Is he willing to let go of a part of himself to save his family?

After Hours Dean Smith asks the reader to work overtime to clean up a mess she made, and things get heated after hours when Dean catches her in his office, indulging in something other than paperwork.

Homeless Hearts Dean and the reader seek shelter in each others skin a year after she left the bunker to save herself from heartbreak.

Eavesdropping The reader hears Dean through the motel room wall and decides to have a little fun herself.

Playing dress up The reader has to go undercover with Dean to find a cursed object. But as they have to hide from a guard things start heating up.

Tension/Passion The reader and Dean fight after a hunt, before making up in the best way possible.

A Measure of Worth Dean cannot stop the protective rage building in his after a hunt that nearly went wrong. But when she questions her self worth, Dean is left questioning everything'

Bad Dreams The reader wakes up after a pre-hunt nightmare and takes a late night stroll through the bunker to make sure Dean is ok.

Daddy’s Little Girl Adoptive father Bobby tells the reader that Dean and Sam are coming to visit. The reader is happy, as she secretly loves Dean.

Halloween Surprise You’re out trick or treating with your son when you run into someone from your past. Someone with the same green eyes as your son.

Home Dean has tried and failed to make a home for himself and his brother. Until she walked into his life.

In the neighbourhood Dean shows up out of nowhere after being gone for 8 years, the day before the reader’s son’s birthday. A son who also happens to be Dean’s.

It was always you After hunting alone for three years the reader meets Dean again and realises they have always loved him.

The way he kisses The reader avoids Dean after drunkenly making out with him the night before.

To be her hero Dean can’t fight the demons in his girlfriend’s mind. But he can still be there for her, comforting her.

Trick or Treat It’s Halloween, and the reader wants a different kind of treat. Luckily, she knows exactly where to find it.

Unexpected The reader finds out she’s pregnant and goes to break the news to her boyfriend, Dean.

[foreverandadaydarling]

Camellia season.

When I saw you, I fell in love... and you smiled because you knew.

William Shakespeare.

Spring 1962

Searching for the fabric was always a difficult task when it came to new projets and even more when the most dreamy blue coat was her main goal for the upcoming winter season.

Being a well-trained dressmaker allowed the young Helene Edevane the luxury of buying a yard of dark blue wool cloth that would make her dreams come true. Living with only a grandmother, she is used to working hard for what she wants. Even when her beloved and caring grandma bestowed her with what her heart desires, Helene is a hard-working girl with a calm and shy nature that accomplishes her strange beauty.

True to be told, the little girl only talks when necessary but remains polite with everyone. That shyness, a consequence of tragically losing her parents at the tender age of two, had marked her. Helene is an observant girl, with a slight awareness of everything around her and a little untrust of every single human (gifted by her grandmother) that is overshadowed by her natural kindness and good heart.

A vision in her own way, a few fellow neighbours that know her normal schuedle watch her walk to and from work day after day, dressed in simple but elegant coats and beautiful and lovely dresses or suits, she often catches people staring at her, whispering about how delicate the lace in her shirts is, how intricate the patterns on her sweaters are or how the little buttons in her sleeves shine like pearls. Every single season they often spot a new item made and they covet it with unrestrained force. She knows that, and even when malicious words could be spoken by jealous mothers, Helene always smiles at them and keeps the talk cordial.

But jealous mothers and daughters couldn't do anything about her charm and beauty and often malicious words of hate were bestowed on her, That poor orphan girl, how could she afford those clothes?

While these talks occurred, her beauty and strangeness had made her popular among young and older men who watched her walk quietly and alone, view to the floor, long black hair flying, white legs only visible from below her knees and delicate velvet hands clutching her bag.

One afternoon, unusually for her scheudle, on her way from work she came through a new record store and decided that it was better to have a look now than wait for another day when the weather would be sunny and warm and not rainy and a little bit windy like that day.

Strange as destiny works with its magical and mysterious ways, that same day a young John Baldwin was looking through the jazz records at the back of the store when he heard the soft steps of someone approaching. It wasn't until a few minutes later that he turned to his right and saw her.

If someone asked him if he could forget that moment he would be lying if he said yes.

Standing just a few steps from him, he saw what he thought was a vision. The most precious girl he had ever seen was here, wearing a soft baby-blue coat with a white collar and raven black hair carefully arranged in soft waves that he thought he was dreaming of.

Her profile was almost perfect, dark layers marked grey eyes, soft and delicate nose and tender and rosy lips that were enchanting. He only found one little imperfection, she looked a bit too tired for what he thought was a girl his age.

Maybe he had stared at her too much because she only took her eyes from the vinyl for a second to look at him and drawing a small smile on her lips she continued to look.

He was left speechless and thunderstruck watching her like a lovesick fool until she disappeared through the front door.

After that day, he went from time to time to the store silently praying that he could see her and maybe just maybe he could have enough courage to, at least, talk to her.

You fool... you couldn't have a chance to stand near her. He told himself after he saw her a few times until autumn was very much almost over. His shyness and a little nervousness were the death of him, how could a girl as pretty as her give a thought about him?

Desperation kept him awake long nights, thinking that she may already be of someone else or maybe love someone better than him, imagines of watching her with her sweetheart made his blood turn cold but headstrong as he was the sunrise always found him with renewed hope and the strong thought that all girls must be placed in a second place in comparison with her. Forgotten was Lisa, Mandy or Sarah, buried in that place of his head he never went back. Only thoughts of her, his only companions in moments of solace and turmoil.

What he didn't know was that she had watched him and had thought that he was quite handsome but being a shy girl she didn't have the courage to speak to him. Even more, if her grandmother found out that she had spoken to a boy she didn't know it was sure to be her last day on this earth.

So time started to run and each time they saw each other the longing to know each other, to talk to each other grew until one day the chance fell out of heaven.

It had been a cold, windy and white December day, just only just a few days before Christmas Eve when the miracle happened. John, again, was in the store after playing with a band, not looking for anything in particular when the soft steps could be heard. Immediatly he turned, anxious to catch a glimpse of her when he was surprised to collide with someone.

Ashamed of his behaviour when he realized he had thrown all the belongings of his victim, he started to help to collect them from the floor. I'm really sorry, I really am. He started but as soon as he wanted to say anything more a soft and melodic voice cut off his ramblings.

Don't worry, he heard and when he looked up he found the face of the girl he had dreamed about so long. This can happen to anyone. Just... Could you please give me those scissors? She said and smiled softly at him, her grey eyes sparkling with kindness.

He thought she couldn't be more beautiful than what he had imagined but even his wildest dreams couldn't be truthful with the view of her.

I'm really sorry, here you have... He said looking at the pale hands of the girl and after a few minutes, they were up looking shyly at each other until he caught his forgotten bass that was resting on one of the counters.

You are a musician... What do you play? She asked while carrying her bag nervously. I play bass guitar and organ too... Her eyes widened at hearing that and smiling she said, That's great... Well, I suppose that was really nice to meet you...

With a nod and a waving hand, she started to turn away her calm pose only given away just for her rosy cheeks. Won't you tell me your name? He said with renewed forwardness and a little terror of losing what could be his only chance to meet her.

She only turned and with a sweetness, he would have to grow to know, only replied the name he thought belonged to an angel...

Helene.

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Thanks for reading!

[aproseofroses]

Colors

I got inspiration from @prettywhitedoves Angelina and George fic, Always. I ofc incorporated my own hc and all that jazz but the idea came after reading that one. It's my first time writing a fic ever so it's not great but I hope you guys enjoy!

Colors. That's all she saw in the darkness of her closed eyelids. Angelina knows this is wrong, feels the sin in his hips as he thrusts against her, hard and fast and so unforgiving, but she can't help it. Can't help herself. George is all she can see, the only thing she needs and feels and he conquers her senses in a way she knows no other man ever will.

He's her first, her last, and her only. He has ruined her for every other man who dares to come after and she is helpless in his assault.

"Ah! George please!" she cries-sobs really because he just feels so good. He won't stop, can't stop. She'll die if he does, she just knows it.

He grunts into her ear, tells her how tight she is (a fact that always makes her blush), how perfect she is and how he needs her more than he needs air. She hears this above the stimulation and white noise of her pleasure and cries out even louder. Her bonnet is somewhere lost among the folds of his sheets, her underwear ripped and thrown into the darkness of his room, both of their clothes litter the lamps and floors of his bedroom and her hair, which was just straightened, is already sweated out at her edges. He makes her feel so wanton, so very desired. He always manages to get her so wild and uninhibited, she understands her mother's disapproval of him. Of their- whatever they've got going on. It's not a relationship, but it's also not not one. She can't help but think that if everyone could only feel what he makes her feel, maybe they wouldn't look at her like the helpless, lovesick fool she is.

He needs no tricks, no hands, or crazy positions, and although he's certainly shown her them all, the feel of him is all she needs. He's taught her so many things, she is his willing ingenue in all things sexual and she still feels so overwhelmed by his sheer presence. She begs and begs to cum and he won't listen. He teeters her on the edge for the better part of an hour and with her breasts heavy and aching, nipples sore and erect from the near-constant attention of his mouth, her legs shaking and hips aching, she is hoarse from moaning his names, screaming out pleas for him to just let her cum.

He thrusts and hits the one spot that makes her see stars and hear the sounds of heaven. This must be what heaven feels like, she thinks. She'd be reproached for her blasphemous thought if anyone other than the intimate corners of her mind heard her, but she can't help it. He thrusts and thrusts and her hands are everywhere- scratching lines down the pane of his back, pulling through the red of his hair, pushing against the firmness of his abdomen in an effort to stop feeling as if she is going to break into a pile of mush. It's a different feeling than usual and almost crosses the line between pleasure to pain.

"George, I'm- I think something's happening!" she stutters and moans and it's amazing he can understand her because she is pathetically in a state of delirium and climax.

"It's okay. Just let go, love. Just let go." George all but growls. His voice is already deep, but in the midst of his arousal, it takes on an almost otherworldly quality. It's the sexiest thing she has ever heard and it's what causes her to just let go.

Angelina cums so hard, her toes are curling and flexing over the skin of his back, her eyes are rolling to the back of her head, and a violent spurt of liquid squirts out of her. She is vaguely aware of his surprised chuckle and as she comes back down to earth, she feels like a boneless vessel, melting into the sheets of his bed. When she realizes just what happened, she is mortified beyond belief.

"Oh my God! I am so sorry." she covers her face while trying to simultaneously regain feeling in her legs and ignore the oversensitiveness of her core.

George laughs, boyish and sweet and unlike anything, he was just a few moments ago before grabbing her arms and assuring her that it's fine. He insists on sleeping on the wet side and quiets offers from her to wash his sheets. He knows she'll do it anyway, probably the minute he gets out of bed in the morning, but for now, he just holds her and kisses her overheated skin.

Angelina knows that come morning, things will go back to being the same. He will go back to drinking his grief away, furious at the world for the tragedy of his life, and she following with only her love and devotion in an effort to hold the remaining fragments of him. But as of now, she lies curled in his arms, staring at the emotions of desire in his eyes.

She sees the most beautiful colors when she's with him.

[fandoms-are-my-friends-1321]

May I Have This Dance?

Well, here I am getting attached to a character that doesn’t have any content for them, so I’m writing my own content. This is very self indulgent, but maybe someone out there loves this man as much as I do. If you haven’t seen Cruella, I personally liked it and it’s worth the watch. Anyway, hope you all enjoy it!

Description: Jeffrey is having a stressful evening trying to make sure that everything is ready for the Baroness’s gala, and the reader offers to calm his nerves

Warnings: none that I can think of, other than spoilers for Cruella, so read at your own risk!

Jeffrey rushed around the lavish Hellman Hall, his heeled shoes clicking on the floor with every quick step. Everything had to be perfect tonight, or the Baroness would have his head served on a plater. Not literally of course, but then again Jeffrey wouldn’t put it past her to do such a thing.

While he wasn’t present for it, Jeffrey was well aware that the Baroness has killed Estella’s mother. However, he had to keep his mouth shut if he wanted to keep his fashion job. The only person keeping him sane was Y/N, a co-worker that he saw daily at the House of Baroness. Jeffrey found Y/N’s work to be impeccable, despite the Baroness not believing so, and he knew that if he ever had his own business that Y/N would be the top designer.

Right now however, there was to much to think about. Had the main dishes for tonight’s party been prepared by the chefs? Was the color of the decorations right? Would there be enough parking for all of the guests? All of these questions and more swam around in Jeffrey’s mind, and it was beginning to overwhelm him. Luckily, Y/N arrived just in time.

“I brought lunch! A tuna salad sandwich and a bag of classic chips. I know it’s your favorite, and with all this work you are doing, you’re going to need your strength,” Y/N said cheerfully as they handed a brown paper sack over to Jeffrey.

He smiled back at them as he grabbed the bag. “Thank you for bringing this, Y/N. I appreciate it.” The two stood in an awkward silence for a few moments, neither of them knowing what to say. Y/N decided to bring up work again. “So you’ll be at the gala tonight, correct?”

“Yes, I’ll be leading the guests inside and making sure everything is in order. Will you be there tonight?”

“I received my invitation this morning! It’ll be nice to enjoy some time off, and being able to admire the fancy clothes without designing them.”

Jeffrey couldn’t help but smile even more. Y/N was going to be at the gala tonight, and maybe he would have the slightest chance of getting closer to them on a more personal level. Suddenly, one of the guards called his name, and Jeffrey was startled out of his thoughts. “I have to get back to work, but I’ll see you tonight,” he said as he turned to leave. Y/N gently squeezed Jeffrey’s shoulder before he could make it any further, causing a light blush to dust his cheeks. “Please, don’t work yourself to hard, alright?”

Jeffrey nodded, and Y/N grinned as they walked back towards the entrance, giving a small wave as they left through the door. Jeffrey could feel the nervousness bubbling in his stomach, but he couldn’t tell if it was due to stress or the interaction he just had with his attractive co-worker. He shook his head. His feelings would have to wait until after everything was set up and ready.

That evening, Jeffrey was dressed in his finest velvet suit, and his black bow tie added a bit of flair to his outfit. He waited anxiously at the door as all of the guests began to file in, most of them famous models or designers. Y/N was nowhere to be seen. Jeffrey dashed from the door into the kitchen to make sure all of the food was taken out to the tables. Jeffrey let out a small gasp as he flung open the swinging door that led to the kitchen.

Y/N had just walked through the archway leading to the main floor, and the colors of their outfit stood out in the crowd. Y/N’s smile never faltered as they chatted with the other quests, and Jeffrey wished that he was the one they were talking with. Still, there was to much work to be done, and he once again ran off to another part of the mansion.

Y/N on the other hand was looking for Jeffrey. Surely he would be easy to spot with his black glasses perfectly framing his face, but Y/N had no luck finding him. The night was young though, and Y/N held hope as they continued to talk with a couple of the other designers from work.

The party was now in full swing. People were dancing and eating, but Jeffrey found that he didn’t have much of an appetite. Something could go wrong in an instant, and if it did, it would be his fault. Jeffrey stood by one of the buffet tables, and his brown eyes caught sight of Y/N for the second time that night. He couldn’t remove his gaze from them, and John, a bodyguard and valet for the Baroness, recognized Jeffrey’s lovesick appearance in an instant.

“Why don’t you go up and ask them to dance,” John asked as Jeffrey quickly glanced between him and Y/N.

Jeffrey looked down at the floor. “I-I don’t think that’s a good idea. They wouldn’t want to dance with me.”

“Oh come now, with your charm and dashing good looks, there is no way they could resist you. I think you should give it a try. The results might surprise you.” John actually knew more than Jeffrey did, for Y/N had confessed to him that they had a crush on Jeffrey a week earlier. Jeffrey wasn’t convinced though, and simply mumbled, “Maybe later”.

Y/N had witnessed the whole interaction between John and Jeffrey, and they could tell that the stress was starting to get to Jeffrey. He popped his knuckles every few minutes, and his eyes darted around the room. Y/N decided that there was only one thing they could do, and they confidently strode over to Jeffrey. “May I have this dance,” they asked with a gentle smile.

At first, Jeffrey had no idea what to say. Of course he wanted to dance with Y/N, but the nagging feeling that he would make a fool of himself was still lodged in the back of his mind. Finally, he managed to spit out a response. “Yes, I would love to dance with you.” Jeffrey took Y/N’s hand as they made their way onto the dance floor. The music had changed from an upbeat jazz tune to a slow waltz.

Jeffrey wrapped his arm around Y/N’s waist, and they placed their arms on his slim shoulders. The feel of the velvet under Y/N’s fingertips was satisfying, and the energy between them was undeniably. As the melody filled the room, the pair danced around the room, and Jeffrey could feel the tension leave his body with ever step he took. Jeffrey’s hand squeezed Y/N’s hip gently as he grinned at them. “You’re a wonderful dancer,” he said.

“You’re a pretty good dancer yourself,” Y/N giggled as the song slowly came to a close. Jeffrey and Y/N danced the rest of the evening, and both of them felt as if they had known each other long before they met at the House of Baroness. After the final song finished, Jeffrey offered to escort Y/N to their car.

“Tonight was amazing! Thank you so much for spending it with me, Jeffrey. I know how busy things can get around here,” Y/N mentioned as they stood by the driver side door of their car.

“I had a wonderful time too,” Jeffrey replied as he shifted on his feet. Should he kiss them on the cheek? Would it be to sudden? Before he could even find the right answer, Y/N laid a kiss on Jeffrey’s cheek, and pushed a strand of black hair behind his ear. Without even thinking of the consequences, Jeffrey returned the gesture, and planted a kiss on Y/N’s own cheek. Both of them were a blushing mess, but it felt right all the same. Y/N said their goodbyes as they started up their car, all the while their joyful expression never left.

Jeffrey watched as the taillights of the vehicle grew smaller and smaller, and he knew that tonight wouldn’t be the last night he spent with Y/N. John crossed his arms as he stood by Jeffrey’s side, a smirk forming as he too watched the car leave. “See, I told you that the results would surprise you.”

[bb-bambam]

jaebeom's radio show was hilarious and opens up a whole universe of the Lim triplets djdjska.

Def Lim: the shy brother

Jayb Lim: the sassy brother

jaebeom lim: the dorky adorable brother

They fight about their 1 second time of birth difference.

def is the "older bro" and is the only one who has his life together, loves music and even with his introverted persona he loves to go clubbing at soap to see new music acts or to random jazz bars, can look pretentious at first glance. He made bucket hats his only personality and loves flowers, he has a collection lf those notebooks with pressed flowers.

Jayb lives for drama and adventure. The younger brother. He always has the hottest tea. Can be messy like i woke up in a box next to the han river for some reason? kind of messy, random shit just keeps happenig tl him not his fault tbh. Is always travelling and his brothers barely see him and suddenly they get a postcard of him at some random place at the other side of the ocean. Even if he is messy, he is actually the most intelligent brother, full scholarship to the best schools, its hard to be God's favourite.

Jaebeom is a silly lovesick fool, loves romance in books, movies, comedies anything. (he has eternal sunshine of the spotless mind burned into his retinas). he loves to write and photography. he is the sunshine to the sunshine protector meme of the lim brothers. He's actually kind of insecure, and for someone who loves romance he is very pessimistic about life. middle brother fake maknae. he is embarassing like? who? idk him

They all have an army of cats together all brought by jaebeom.

🕳🕳🕳🕳🏃

oh my goddd i love this so so so much!!!! your brain is literally ENORMOUS omg sjfhfjksjdhd i need like 100k words written about these triplets' chaotic lives!!!

[bitchass-strawberry]

a love that never was

My parents were never very love oriented. Not towards each other, to their families, to me and my sister, to anything. They never showed love. I wouldn't call them cold or unfeeling, just... Not loving. I don't know why, and I'll probably never find out. Without realising, I grew up to be like them. I was known for saying love wasn't real and all that jazz. But then I got the out of the house. And I realised that there is tons of love everywhere. I never had it myself though, in the twenty years of my life.

So imagine the fear in me as I felt myself falling in love. I hated it. Despite having learned the importance of it, somehow I didn't want to see myself loving. I told myself it was just a crush. But as I spent more time around him, I felt myself falling further and further down. Gods, how I despised it. I felt silly, like a schoolgirl that just got her first kiss. Only I wasn't thirteen, and I sure as hell wasn't getting any kisses. But for some reason, I allowed myself to let it happen. And I even believed that this love would work. Even more so when I told him about my feelings. He was so kind about it, telling me that if I didn't live so damn far, we could go out. And I clung onto those words like they were my lifeline. My heart swelled at the very mention of his name. I was so happy, and there was nothing even between us.

Some months have passed and we reunited. And a thing happened between us. A thing so ridiculously romantic that it felt like I opened one of those cheap romance novels on a random page and jumped in. But then the moment passed. And he didn't even mention it. It stung, but it didn't stop my silly teenage girl mind from keeping the hope alive. Then I learned things about him that only fueled that hope.

And then he lied to me. About a stupid little thing, but it angered me like nothing ever before. I guess it wasn't really anger. If anything, I was mad at myself for holding him on such a high pedestal. But the damage was done and I was left with nothing but disappointment and sadness in my heart. It was like a waking call, the bucket of cold water in the face kind. I started realising just how different we were. I could never really be happy with someone like him, no matter how kind he was and how much fun I had with him.

And that realisation hurts like none other. For the past months, I have been kicking myself for being a lovesick fool, and yet now that I see that it would never work, I don't want it to end. What am I without loving him?

I spent ages painting us a beautiful life in my daydreams, filled with love and happiness. Now those dreams are but echoes of a future that never happened. I feel more foolish than I did before. I curse him, but even more I curse myself for having such unrealistic dreams. As a self proclaimed dreamer with a big heart, it fills me with uncertainty. If this dream proved to be futile, what about all the others ones I indulge myself in? How do I know that this love was the only picture that is never gonna become real? Our fictional love has become such an integral part of my future that I can't see any without him.

The heartbreak is somehow even worse when you realise that what you're crying over wasn't real. There wasn't a love that ended painfully. It never even began. What I'm mourning is a lost paradise. A utopia that was quite simply too good to be true. It burns deep within my soul and it makes my very being ache.

[gaitwae]

Beyond Words, Darling •||• 5

Summary: With what started as a dream, Mary Crawley realizes just in the nick of time that her new love is the last person she expected. (canon defiant season 5 afterwards)

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“My help? My dear, with what?” Violet made her way down the staircase. “What is wrong?”

“Oh, Granny… it’s just… Tom,” Mary managed, taking a deep breath in. She relaxed her shoulders and dabbed at her eyes. She looked up helplessly at the Dowager Countess.

“Branson?” Violet should have suspected something had been happening when Tom Branson’s whole manner changed at dinner a week ago. She had thought nothing of it at first, just that someone may have brought up an upsetting topic, but looking back, Tom and Mary sat rather closely. “What about him?”

“He’s leaving, and the party is tonight. I don’t know what I’m going to do without him!” She started to break down again.

Violet sat down, grabbing Mary by the hand. “Do you know where?” She pursed her lips in thought. The Dowager Countess was finding it so hard to accept. Branson, leaving? Why? 

“No, we were… I cut him off before he could say anything.” Mary was keeping something to herself, and Violet didn’t push. After all, this was something Violet hadn’t seen in Mary before. 

It was different from despair, and nowhere near the usual misery Mary had wallowed in for all but a few years. It wasn’t selfish in her granddaughter’s usual style, either. Mary didn’t pout, she didn’t grumble. She looked grief-stricken like she heard a dear friend had been taken up to Heaven. 

Oh, that Violet could distinguish. 

In all her years, she had seen death’s solemn face, and in her age, sensed it creeping (though still slowly). She had seen wailing mothers, mourning sisters. The face was plain to her. What confused her, however, was that Mary just didn’t handle death that way. In fact, Violet didn’t settle on what it was until Mary was looking down at her hands, unsure of what to do.

Mary was lost without Tom. Or rather, it would have been like losing a spouse. It was certainly strange to come to terms with, but not impossible.

Violet sucked her teeth, saying only this: “That boy better not leave. I am surprised at him , but more at what he’s done to you.”

Mary’s jaw went slack. She furrowed her brow, sitting up straight. Ah. Back to her senses so soon. “Done to me? Granny, he has not done anything to me!”

Violet only offered a judgemental look. “Hasn’t he?” She set a hand in her granddaughter’s lap. “You’re going to be late to Rose’s party; I’m sure you’ll get it fixed up.”

Mary was shocked, to say the least, on top of heartbroken. First, Tom was leaving her. Second, Granny sees her shattered, torn to shreds, and says to go to Rose’s party? Was she mad? 

Did she not see how hurt Mary was? She didn’t want to see Tom enjoy himself with other women, or see him smile and joke along with the rest of the family like he hadn’t been planning on abandoning them. She didn’t want to see his handsome face. She didn’t want anything to do with him at the moment. She just wanted to run away from him. Granny must have gone mad if she thought Mary was going to get through pain like that.

Granny’s been mad since before I was born , she reminded herself gently. She still wanted to wail and cry, to hide away from the hurt, but something occurred to her like wood surfacing in the water. Tom wasn’t leaving yet. She could still see him one last time. That made Mary’s whole chest pound with… not anticipation, no, but something like it. A mix between dread and excitement.

“I better get ready,” she whispered to herself, fixing her eyes gently. She stood from where she was, and found her way back to her room with swift and determined steps. She was going to make sure that Tom knew how important he was to her or she would embarrass herself trying.

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“Okay, Tom, do you remember your instructions?” Rose asked, beaming with her child-like excitement. The room they cleared out was big enough for dancing and wine and champagne, with space for whatever jazz band Rose decided to employ. Tom was impressed… he always was. But a heavy stone sat in his stomach as he looked around the room.

He was really doing this?

“I remember my instructions,” he told her, smiling kindly. “Dance with Mary the entire time until my queue. I got it, Rose.”

“No! Those aren’t your instructions,” Rose announced with a smirk that Satan was envious of. The stone dropped farther — at this point, Tom didn’t know if he was disappointed or relieved he didn’t have to be dancing with Mary. At this point, he felt like Rose could see right through him, that everyone could see through him, and he was nothing but a sad, lovesick fool who didn’t know how to even hint at his own feelings.

“What?”

“You’re going to dance with Cousin Mary the entire time. Cousin Robert told me everything!” She grinned from ear to ear. The stone in Tom’s belly became a timed bomb, ticking and causing his body to tremble. 

“Lord Grantham told you…?” His breath became short, eyes wide. No, no, no! He had promised! What if Mary found out? What would she think? Would her opinion of him change? He stumbled backward, falling into a chair. “Oh, my God… ”

Rose noticed Tom’s panic. “Don’t worry; your secret is safe with me. Oh! Before you get upset with him, I made him tell me after I overheard a little bit.”

“How much did you overhear, Rose?”

“I was going to ask you about the party, and I had passed Mary in the hallway.” She sat down next to him at a clothed table. “I almost opened the door and I heard Cousin Robert ask you something about you ‘truly being in love with Mary,’ and” — she sighed with a dreamy expression — “I just couldn’t help myself. I’m sorry.”

Tom’s head buzzed with air. It felt empty, just buzzing. Somehow, he ended up staring at the tongues of his shoes. “I suppose I should expect more people asking if I want to marry her, too…” He pinched his eyes closed, trying to relax his shoulders. “Rose, please, please, please, don’t say anything else to anyone. I want Mary to find out on my own terms.” He lifted his head and looked up at her.

“I’ll try my best not to say anything; I promise.” She set her hand on Tom’s knee. “This will end right. True love always wins.”

Tom chuckled sadly. “If true love always wins, I never would have had the chance to fall in love with Mary, and Mary would never have opened up to me.” He sighed. “Sybil was my everything. I would have moved mountains and killed villains for her. Sybil was my partner, and I was hers. We were evenly matched in every way. But Mary… I don’t feel like a hero with Mary. I don’t feel like I could do anything… Mary just makes me feel like we’re two sides of the same coin.

“I don’t believe everyone has a soulmate. I believe everyone has a soul they share, and souls they were meant to touch. Sybil and I didn’t share a soul. She was everything that made my whole spirit soar. Mary may not even share one with me. Maybe she’s the one, maybe she’s not; but Mary knows how to be my challenge and my comfort. I would have lived happily ever after with Sybil. I loved her beyond my imagination. I also know that I love Mary to the brim, beyond that. I don’t know a word strong enough to describe my love for her.”

Rose didn’t say anything for a little while. The buzzing in Tom’s head only became fuzzier. It felt so nice to get that out into the open… 

“Tom,” Rose started quietly. “That’s beautiful.”

“I know her better than I ever knew Sybil. I don’t want to replace Sybil; I don’t want to replace Matthew. I just want to love her,” he whispered. 

“If you don’t try your hardest to tell her, Tom, you might lose her… I already invited Lord Gillingham.” Rose winced. Tom sighed. 

“Let’s get the party started, shall we?”

[unsenttextsuggestion]

⛩🍁 mercy.... we listen to music together about every night now.. and maybe I'm reading into things..but I listen to his music and its all been crush songs now...his taste goes from jazz to hardcore metal and its been love songs for the last week... I'm a mess 😧 but I can't just be reading things too much right?? Anyway this has been another report by a lovesick fool, see you next check in

ooooo-- it sounds like he’s dropping hints.. 🤔

[chinatea]

Tattoo/Christian, Superhero AU.

The one where Tattoo is a Superhero and Christian is a reporter who always ends up being saved by him.

(Tat is your generic superman - super strength, super vision, super speed, all that jazz.)

(A fun fact - I actually started writing this as Tattoo/Baby G, but ended up writing Christian, behavior-wise, so I changed the pairing to Tat/Chris. Although there is still a few Baby G-ish traits to him I decided not to edit out, cuz it’s just more fun that way, isn’t it.)

It’s Friday night and Jimin could think of a million ways how to spend it in style.

Like, having a hot bath with candles and a glass of Bordeaux. Classic. One could never go wrong with classic on a Friday night. And that was his plan for the day. Hell, he’s been looking towards it all week, but the plan has changed and that’s why Jimin is not currently soaking in himalayan salts, but instead soaking his ass in some dank-ass basement, all tied and gagged up like someone’s messed up idea of a Christmas present.

(Sadly, that wouldn’t even be the first time - the criminals around here lack both brains and originality, like, big time.)

Times like these, Jimin truly hates this city. Times like these, he swears as soon as he’s outta here, he will pack his shit and catch the first bus out of this hellhole, because he’s had enough of this bullshit.

Why him? Just...why?

A rhetorical question, mind you. He bloody knows why.

It all started with Mr. Titanium Glutes, or Tattoo, who spawned out of nowhere one day, like most superheros do, in his spanking new spandex briefs and has been stealing the front pages across editorials all over city ever since.

Meanwhile, Jimin was just a modest reporter (with awesome hair and scintillating smile) who did his job. And sometimes that job had him doing some footwork, sending him places no-sane-person-would-ever, putting his life at risk and other occupational hazards.

Running away from enraged crime mobs was nothing new to him. Little did he know, however, how much of a pesky menace Tattoo would become once they get to know each other a little better. Despite all Jimin’s attempts to minimize their contact as much as possible.

There is only so much he could do, however. He’s not a miracle worker, after all. His job is dangerous and dangerous spells Tattoo in big sparkling letters. The man would just turn up, whenever a shitstorm rolled in, to save those in need with his superhuman strength.

And yes, Jimin might have been a hair away from the imminent death, but was he in need? Hell no.

He never asked to be saved. Never asked to be held like he was made of glass. And he definitely didn’t ask Tattoo to look at him like a lovesick fool. (Must be the hair, dammit.) Naturally, it was exactly the moment when a million of stringers around the area chose to snap their best winning shot of the day - and ever since that day Jimin has gotten unfortunate notoriety and a new nickname...

Lois Fucking Lane.

Inevitably siccing every single villain who has beef with Tattoo on Jimin’s ass. Which is, like, the entirety of the criminal underworld by now.

Gee, thanks.

“Stupid rope,” Jimin mutters under his breath, struggling to loosen the knot holding his wrists together just enough to hopefully slip a hand out and undo the binds.

Whomever kidnapped him was stupid enough to leave him and his tiny hands unsupervised and is so going to suffer for it, because Jimin also has a superpower - in times of need, his tiny hands have the capacity to become even tinier. He’s a badass like that, obviously.

A few little huffs and puffs later, Jimin lets out a happy little squeal, wiggling his hands free and tackling the foot binds next. Followed by a nasty gag that smells like something Jimin doesn’t want to linger on too much to avoid a lifelong trauma.

Although free and unbounded, it still leaves him locked up inside a dimly lit basement, containing nothing but a rusty tankard left forgotten on a shoddy wooden chair in the corner.

Jimin has a mind to kick it in frustration when he makes out faint footsteps approaching from behind the door. In panic, he grabs the chair, the rusty tankard flying off with much racket.

Jimin cringes, cussing out loud, as he hurries to take point next to the door, readying the chair above his head. If he is to die tonight, at least he’ll take one of those motherfuckers with him.

He holds his breath as seconds stretch into long moments of waiting. Then, the door knob turns and Jimin squeezes his eyes shut, smashing the chair down on whomever glides right in.

The man doesn’t even flinch as the chair disintegrates into dust upon contact, raising a cloud of fine specks to float in the air. Jimin stumbles back by the sheer force of the impact, air caught in his lungs. He wheezes loudly, struggling to catch his breath. He feels a hundred years old, for some reason, utterly tuckered out. Who knew that holding that chair for two seconds could be so damn exhausting.

“W-what the hell are you doing here?” he finally stutters out, shooting a glower at Tattoo who just stands there, arms crossed over his massive chest, thoroughly amused by Jimin’s fumbling around.

“Oh c’mon, toots, you just jumped me with a chair. I don’t exactly expect a written apology, but a kiss would be nice, don’t you think?” Tattoo intones as he flicks away a few splinters off his bicep. “Besides, one would think you’d get the memo by now. Your knight in shining spandex has arrived. Now gimme my kiss.”

“Shut up,” Jimin grouses. “Where are the scumbags who kidnapped me?”

“Probably running for their lives now,” Tattoo shrugs. “I’ll deal with them later, don’t worry.”

“If you can find them, that is,” Jimin scoffs.

“Oh I will,” Tattoo adds smugly. “Just like I always find you, toots.”

It occurs to Jimin then that Tattoo indeed is infallible when it comes to tracking him down just in time before the heat. If only he hadn’t been too preoccupied being exasperated with the man half the time, he would have questioned it much sooner.

“Super hearing,” Tattoo explains then, tapping next to his ear, looking like he’s about to burst from smugness. “I always listen in if my toots is in trouble.”

“First, I’m not yours, second, excuse me??” Jimin seethes. “You can’t do that. This is violation of my privacy. I know my rights, dumbass.”

The look Tattoo gives him is far from remorseful. His unapologetic grin shines like a beacon of self-righteousness.

“Then go ahead and sue me, toots. I’d rather have you mad at me than hurt,” Tattoo says before adding in a voice that belongs in a bedroom with moody lighting. “Besides, I usually tune out for a while then you...ah, you know. Even if those are the prettiest little sounds I’ve ever heard anyone make with their mouth.”

Heat creeps onto Jimin’s cheeks as he gawks at Tattoo, feeling disarmed and stripped naked, metaphorically, of course.

“You didn’t...” he whispers.

Tattoo’s big stupid grin tells otherwise.

What a fucking sleazy bastard.

Mind gone black, Jimin turns on his heels and wobbles out of the creaky door and up the steep staircase, so steep in fact, he has to almost crawl up the steps, hating himself for choosing skintight jeans to wear today. As much as he loves how they hug his thighs, he hates the very idea of treating that douchebag to the dreamy panorama of his ass. He doesn’t even need to look over his shoulder to know that Tattoo is watching him go like a creep.

Because Tattoo is a creep, regardless of how many grannies he saves per day. And Jimin just happened to catch his fancy. Oh woe is him.

He pushes the heavy door and finds himself in a quiet back alley, heaps of trash bags and not a soul in the vicinity.

“Eh, toots?” Tattoo calls after him, hot on his heels, as always.

“I’m not talking to you. Ever.”

“Sure, but I think you’d still like to know that there is a huge damp spot on your ass that looks like you peed yourself, just saying,” Tattoo supplies helpfully. “Did you really pee yourself?”

Tattoo looks genuinely concerned for him while Jimin cranks his neck this way and that to access the damage done. His ass does feel wet to the touch.

“You know it’s okay if you did,” Tattoo continues, nodding to himself. “I won’t judge. We’ve all been there. Well, not me, obviously, but I still find you hot, don’t worry about th-”

“Jesus fuck, will you shut up?” Jimin barks at him. “I didn’t pee myself, you asshole. I sat in a fucking puddle for an hour, okay? And it’s all your damn fault.”

“I know.”

Tattoo sounds somber, for a change, all usual mirth gone, which makes Jimin eye him suspiciously. Did the bastard suddenly grow a conscience?

Then, Tattoo holds his hands out, squeezing the fingers in a grabbing motion, shamelessly lewd.

“Hop on,” he pipes, eyebrows wiggling. “C’mon, toots, you know the drill.”

(Or maybe not.)

A million curses later, Jimin finds himself successfully loaded into Tattoo’s arms. What choice does he have? Brave the streets with damp asscheeks? Hell no.

Arms wrapped around the bastard’s neck, Jimin tries to think happy thoughts - like choking Tattoo to death with his tiny hands which gradually translates into choking Tattoo with his thighs which ends up with Jimin power-riding Tattoo’s face, choking him with his ass.

His thoughts are weird, so what.

He just hopes that Tattoo doesn’t have a telepathic ability or anything of that sort, because…

(He’s totally fucked, isn’t he?)

Only the bastard doesn’t take him home as Jimin belatedly discovers. While in the air, Jimin keeps his eyes squeezed tight because Jimin and heights don’t mix well, so when he opens them, deeming it safe, what welcomes him is not his balcony with petunias from his mum.

“What in the frack is this?” he says, wobbly on his feet, soaking in the sight of a lonely tent on the roof of some apartment building. The inside of the tent, decorated with fairy lights, are layered cozily with blankets and throw pillows. Jimin spies a food basket and a bottle of wine, which leaves little room for misunderstanding - he knows what in the frack this is.

A romantic roof picnic set for two.

He faces Tattoo then, hands akimbo, and taps his foot impatiently, waiting for explanations.

“Well,” Tattoo starts. “I hope you like chicken, toots. It’s organic, I promise.”

“Did I ask you to do this for me?” Jimin asks, unamused.

“No, you didn’t,” Tattoo replies, looking too somber for comfort for the second time this night. His chest sinks with a sigh as he rubs the back of his neck, a touch sheepish. “Listen, I wanted to apologize. Better late than never, right? I’m sorry for making you a target even if it was not my intention, I just...I’ll be back in a second.”

Jimin has barely any time to blink as Tattoo flashes in and out of his sight, only this time, the spandex suit is gone and, in a way, Tattoo is gone, too. What Jimin sees in front of him is a guy in a hoodie, sweats and a pair of round glasses. What the..?

“My name is Jungkook,” the guy says. “Apart from doing, you know, superhero stuff, I’m an average student who majors in culinary arts with a minor in photography. I love video games and working out even though I break pretty much every gear I touch, so I don’t. I have a doting mum and a little brother. They’re normal, by the way, in case you wanted to know. I don’t know why I’m the way I am. My favorite color is yellow and hey, I’m single.” 

The guy, Jungkook, wraps his speech up with a stupid wink and even a stupider grin and the only reason why Jimin doesn’t shove him off the roof is because of the major cognitive dissonance he’s experiencing right now.

So he lets it slide, just this once.

“You really are an idiot, aren’t you?” he says, quiet, hugging himself from the chill of the night. “Why would you expose yourself like that. That’s stupid.”

“Because I think it’s only fair after all I’ve put you through, besides I know that you won’t tell anybody,” Jungkook smiles cheekily. “And I don’t know how about you, but I’m starving, all this superpower can’t sustain itself on air, you know.”

Jimin stares at him as he shakes his head to himself.

“Fine, but only because I’m hungry too, okay? Don’t get any ideas now, brat. This is not a date!”

“Sure, toots. Here, I’ve brought some spare sweats for you.”

“The fuck I’m gonna do with them? Wear them as a dress?” Jimin gripes as he grabs the sweatpants offered, five times his size from the looks of it.

He quickly strips out of his skinnies and tugs those parachutes on as Jungkook crouches over the basket, unloading its contents. Jimin’s stomach grumbles at the mouth-watering smell of food and he mentally wills it to shut the fuck up - he’s been through a lot today and doesn’t need Jungkook being even more smug than he already is.

A total husband material he may be, but Jimin won’t give in.

Not on their first date, anyhow.

“Scooch, or something,” he gripes, settling down next to Jungkook who only scooches closer, unapologetic, and even if Jimin scrunches up his nose at that he doesn’t complain or move away - it’s warmer that way, okay?

(Yep, totally fucked, he is.)

[pleasantlyparker]

meant to be- p.p (1)

summary: you go to a party to get close to peter parker, only to meet spider-man. what happens when you two hit it off after he takes you home?

author’s note: hi!! this is my first writing piece, i usually write poetry cause i’m not rly good this, but i’ve had the idea for forever, and i want to make it into a series. hope you enjoy!! also, i would love feedback.

warnings: mentions of panic attacks, grammar, crappy writing :))

word count: 1.7k

  Parties weren’t usually your scene, but when your friend begged you to go to Liz Allen’s party, you only agreed because you knew Peter Parker was going to be there. You had hoped that you would finally get an opportunity to talk to the boy you’d been hopelessly in love with for the past six years. However, all of this was starting to backfire, as your friend abandoned you to hang with some senior, leaving you alone with no sign of Peter. You knew that he had to be wherever Liz was though. He had had a crush on her since freshman year, and it was kind of twisted that you’d liked him way before puberty gave him muscles.

 You waited around by the drinks, hoping that he would turn up, but eventually, the loud noises and the crowded room were too much for you, so you opted to head outside for a breath of fresh air. You grabbed a bottle of water and weaved your way through the crowd. You began to think about how stupid it was to come to a party to try to talk a guy you knew liked someone else.

 As you stepped outside, you were instantly relaxed by the lack of Flash’s loud voice, and the smell of high school boys who didn’t know what deodorant was. All you wanted to do was curl into a ball and disappear; you settled for leaning against one of the lawn chairs in Liz’s backyard. “Hey, are you alright?” a voice spoke from behind you. You looked up only to come face to face with Queen’s notorious crime fighting superhero. You internally groaned.

 “Ye-Yeah” you tried to mask the nervousness in your voice with a chuckle. Only you would run into your favorite superhero in the midst of a panic attack. ”just needed a break from the party, that’s all.” He nodded letting you know that he understood. “Oh yeah, I feel you” He said as he sat down beside you. “You don’t look like much of a party-er, so what brings you here?” He voice sounded familiar, but you chalked it up to all the YouTube videos you had watched.

 “Well,” you sighed, “My friend wanted me to come with her, and I agreed to, but only because I thought I was finally gonna have an opportunity to talk to this guy I like,but he’s into someone else, anyway, so I’m beginning to think it was a waste of time.” You rambled on as you realized that you were probably oversharing, but Spider-Man didn’t seem to mind, though, he seemed to be interested in your rant.

  “What brings you to this party?” You asked wanting to take the attention off of you. “Well, I’m friends with Peter Parker, and he wanted me to come.” He explained.You laughed at your luck. You knew about Peter’s Stark Internship, but you didn’t know that he knew Spider-Man. “Do you know Peter?” he asked. “Yep,” You nodded. “not really well, though, even though we’ve had classes together since forever, and I’ve been crushing on him since he beat Flash in the science fair in fifth grade.” The memory of a small, scrawny Peter blushing profusely as they gave him the first place ribbon made your heart skip a beat. You had to remind yourself that none of this was healthy behavior.

 “Why don’t you just talk to him? I mean you’ve had classes with him since the fifth grade.” he suggested as if it were the simplest thing in the world. “Oh come on,” You gave him an incredulous glance as you watched the mask’s eyes grow bigger. “You’re friends with him. You have to know that all he talks about is Liz. He stares at her like a lovesick puppy all the time, and, well, I don’t blame him Liz is a literal angel, and I’m just average. Peter probably doesn’t even know my name.” You began fiddling with the label on your bottle of water. “Come on,” Spider-Man nudged your knee.”You never know, unless you try. I doubt Peter could ever forget a girl as pretty as you.” You sighed. “I do know that he has a thing for Liz, and I’m not going to make a fool of myself by trying to flirt with him.” “I still think you should try to talk to him. Don’t sell yourself short.” Spider-Man encouraged. You and the vigilante fell into  comfortable silence.

  You groaned as you read a message from your friend that you’d come to the party with.“My friend went off with some senior, and it’s late, so I have to walk home alone.” You stood up. “It was nice talking to you, Spider-Man.” You held out your hand for him to shake.

  “Wait a minute,” he stopped you. “You’re not walking home by yourself, are you crazy? New York City is dangerous at night.” He rambled on. You rolled your eyes.“ I can handle myself, Spidey, and besides it’s not like I have any other option.” Spider-Man rose to his feet and dusted off non-existent grass. “I’m literally an avenger.” He deadpanned. “I can walk you home.” He offered. You thought about it for a minute, you didn’t know who was behind this mask and you were a little worried, but like he said, he was a superhero, so that had to count for something . “Ok let’s go.” You grabbed his hand and began leading him around the house to avoid causing a commotion. “Woah, woah, woah. Where are you going?” He stopped you. “Get on my back” he bent down, waiting for you to climb on. You gave him a skeptical look.

 “Why?” You asked. “I’m Spider-Man.” you rolled your eyes at him. “I do the “thwip” thing.” he mimicked his signature move. “Absolutely not. I do not feel like dying tonight.” You objected. You could practically feel the masked hero roll his eyes at you. “Hey,” You placed your hand on your hip defiantly. “In my defense, I just met you like an hour ago.” He sighed. “It’s not like I’m gonna drop you.” You still weren’t buying it.“I have super strength remember, I stopped a bus with my bare hands.” He argued. “You know, in life or death situations, humans can lift up to 10 times their weight, due to high levels of adrenaline.” You stated as a matter-of-factly. “Look just get on my back, and if I drop you I promise I’ll take you to the hospital.” He joked.

   “Pinky promise?”  You held out your pinky for him to take. He laughed as he linked your pinkies together. “Pinky promise. Now hop on, and hold on tight.” You obliged and told him the name of your apartment building. “Cool.” He said. “I live a few blocks away from there.”  You hooked your arms around his neck, and prayed that he didn’t drop you.

 The “ride” to your apartment complex was like riding a roller coaster, and you kind of enjoyed it, although you wouldn’t dare admit it to the hero. “Well this is my stop.” you said as he climbed the fire escape outside of your bedroom. He bent down as he let you off of his back. He lifted his mask halfway off his face, so that he could breathe properly. The soft glow from the streetlights down below illuminated your face, as you heard soft jazz music coming from the apartment above you. A gentle breeze blew through the night carrying the sounds of the city to you. You hugged your sweater closer to your body. The masked hero lingered, not wanting to end the night, leaning against the railing with his arms crossed.

    “We should dance.” The words, induced by some spur of the moment need to make this feel like a fairy-tale, flew out of your mouth before you could stop them. He seemed taken aback by your suggestion. “I mean there’s music already, and what better way to end a night?” You chuckled nervously. He gave you a breathtaking smile that you wished you could photograph for later. He took your hands and wrapped them around his neck. As he placed his hands on your hips, you began to sway to the soft sounds of the saxophone. For the first time tonight, you weren’t regretting going to that stupid party. You leaned into Spider-Man’s chest and smiled. Everything about what was happening just felt so surreal, just a few hours ago you were moping around because you liked a guy that didn’t like you back, and now here you were, dancing with your favorite superhero, on your fire escape, at almost one in the morning.“You know you’re kind of like Cinderella, right.” You teased. He thought about it for a moment. “I guess that makes you Prince Charming.” He whispered in your ear. You let out a delighted laugh as he spun you around.

  “That means you’d have to leave behind a glass slipper for me to be able to have to find you again.” You hummed as you breathed him in, wanting to savor every second of this interaction. You looked up at him only to find him already looking at you.You felt the blood rush to your face as he dipped you. “I guess I will then, huh?” And in an instant, Spider-Man had his hands on your waist and was kissing you. He tasted like the gummy worms from Delmar's and mint gum. To say the least, you were absolutely infatuated with the web-slinging hero. Breathlessly, you two pulled away, and you smiled at him. “I guess I’ll see you around?” You hadn’t planned for it to come out as a question, but all you could focus on at the moment was the fact that you’d just kissed Spider-Man. “Hopefully,” He smiled at you. “Sooner than you think, y/n.”  You waved goodbye as he jumped to the other building and turned around to climb through your window.

 As you climbed into bed, you replayed the events of the night over in your head. Smiling as you remembered swaying with Spider-Man to jazz music, and the last thing he’d said to you. At the time, you’d been so captivated by his boyish scent, and impeccable dance skills that you hadn’t noticed something huge. Something that really did mean you’d be seeing the superhero sooner than you thought. Spider-Man knew your name, and you were pretty sure you hadn’t told him.

[wavemaker9]

Here’s 2 things I want to touch on and make into 1 big topic re gta au: 

1, if i’m pulling toni to be separate from aph too, i don’t have to give a fuck about how the relationship between portugal and spain works as countries and can give him and whatever-port’s-human-name-will-be wahtever relay I wanna give them. So maybe port as the right hand man for toni as well. I was thinking toni not having anyone who he trusted in the city but i like him having one person. Them not being blood, but met when they were young and first in the city, two newly moved kids from europe trying to get used to life in los santos, slowly starting to trust each other and work together as they eventually fell into crime together, as they dug and clawed for any coin they could get until eventually it all paid off. Toni’s ambition and charm causing him to take the lead a little more, but port always having his back and vice versa, with port even often joking (or reassuring, depending on context) that he’ll be there to take over whenever toni’s gone (when the joke first started, toni joked back to ask ‘and what do you think is gonna happen to me exactly? You think anyone in this city has a chance at killing me?’ and port ‘oh, no, no, of course not. I’m just waiting for when your head gets so big it finally crushes your body. that’ll happen way before someone kills you’). 2, i’d suggested that toni started to have a crush on cami for a while there, but once he realized, he backed out both of fear of getting attached + of putting her in danger somehow as well, and so withdrew until she stopped showing interest in him as well. Instead, i like him actually entertaining the idea of pursuing the relationship, even at the risk of backing out of the crime business to do it even if just for a little while. 

like toni lowkey flatters a lot, it’s what he does. it’s not obvious, he’s not being super clear about it, but the subtlty makes it so that automatically flattering people gives you a nice small bonus to most relationships had. so it starts out like that as well, toni complimenting the shop when he comes in, the food and how delicious the last item he got was, or even when he feels like flustering her just a bit, cami herself. but after a little bit, it feels more natural. he’s not saving the things to fill space in a conversation, or to win a little favor in advance for the next time he needs it. he really does think that chalk drawing is very cute, he really did love that new batch of chocolates she made, he really does think that new dress she’s wearing brings out her eyes in the best way. and taht’s the first realization, that he actually is interested in her, even if he doesn’t pick up just yet that it’s more romantic than normal. at that point he starts to throw out a couple more flirts when they talk, he buys two tickets for something they talked about a month or so ago and plays as if someone else cancelled and she wouldn’t be interested in going to this thing would she? he’ll even make it worth while by buying her dinner as well! he starts to bring little gifts, flowers, his efforts really pick up without him even realizing. normally he’s totally fine with sleeping with a couple dif people at the same time, but finds he’s less open to other relationships when he starts to hook up more with cami. he spends time with her and his whole day, his whole view of the city feels like it brightens. he kisses her and it’s like sparks light up along his lips. he sleeps with her and finds himself much less interested in his own needs, far more focused on making sure she’s satisfied. 

and all of this kind of piles into realization 2, which is that he genuinely just wants to see her happy. specifically no strings attached. this isn’t a ‘make them happy so i get something out of it down the line’ sort of thing, he just genuinely sees cami as this light in the dark of los santos, and he could stop talking to her tomorrow and he’d still want to at least know that every day she was better off than how she’d started. which is probably weird for him??? i don’t know if that’s happened at least since he was young. again, i mentioned him not really fully processing gil and francis as friends because he gets something out of their relationship business-wise and it’s kind of foolish to actually befriend your business partners. port’s the closest, but they feel more like brothers than friends, and it’d take a lot more to betray family, especially one that has helped and continues to help as much as he has. outside of her presence, cami doesn’t get much for toni that he couldn’t get elsewhere. he could find anyone to sleep with if he just cared about sex, he knows a few other good bakers and chefs in the town who could probably whip him up a batch of some tasty treat with the right amount of persuasion. she doesn’t have a lot of money, not many connections in town, and if anything he’s actually /losing/ things because of her, considering that time before where he spent money to help her with robbery repair costs + spent resources having some of the toros watch the area to keep hostile gangs away from her store. if this isn’t new for him, it’s old enough where it oughta be new, and a part of him says immediately to back out, that this is foolish, that this is how you die in this city. making connections when you’ve got a target on your back like he does. but then a part of him also points out that he could always just... get rid of the target. people want him dead for power, for money, sure, but if that wasn’t his anymore, no one’d have a reason to come after him /or/ her. it’s at least an idea he doesn’t immediately discard. 

and as more time passes, he considers it more and more, until he finally brings the idea up to port, asking if port’s still planning to take over for toni after toni’s no longer running things. as always, port jokes about how yes yes when you finally die i’ll make sure the toros live on and forget you so they can look up to me, no worries, no worries, haha. toni offering what if this happened before he died though? what if it was actually a lot sooner than port thought? port laughing off the idea, asking if toni is bullshitting him, until he realizes toni /isn’t/ bullshitting him, hold on what the fuck. he’s quickly trying to question what he’s talking about, is he ill, is someone making him say that, blink once for yes, twice for no. toni laughs and waves off the pseudo-faux concern, insisting it’s just a thought, just something he’s been rolling around in his head lately. Port asking what on earth could make toni consider that, since he’s been giving everything he had to get to be where he is since they first met. toni’s ignored every religious insistence that crime is a sin not to be involved with, so what on earth could get him to consider actually stopping. toni hesitates before vaguely admitting, “There’s this woman” and port laughing hard, declaring bullshit again but once again more convinced by toni /not/ chuckling and smiling and waving it off as nothing to worry about. port asking “Did this woman threaten to kill you????” like what the fuck, and toni having to vaguely talk about how he’s been sort of head over heels lately, though not going into details on who it is. Port teases him for being lovesick, that he’d throw everything away for a romance that will fall apart in another week or two, but toni dismisses the prediction, as well as any concrete decision here. he’s still just considering, he just feels it would be better to retire if he did want to pursue anything more. besides, he can’t really complain retiring at his age. ludwig’s already running gil’s crew and he bets francis will have someone new soon enough as well. what if it’s time for the second stringers(or whatever) to have a chance at the gold. port rejects the idea of being called a second stringer, but ultimately agrees of course he’d take things over if toni wanted to retire, though he disagrees that toni should do it just for one person. finally he asks what toni’d even do if he retired from crime, with toni considering before prolly saying as a dramatic irony thing about cami, ‘y’know, i was considering taking up baking.’

and that idea stays in his head for a little while longer. if anything it grows stronger as he continues to fall for cami. i think he genuinely 100% considers a fantasy of dropping all this, moving to the north of the town where it’s a little safer, and just living his life with cami. it’s a period where he probably starts to mellow out just a little in the violence department as well. but it deosn’t last especially long, when a realization hits toni. i’m not sure how to get this through to him; i was originally suggesting some other higher up in the town being attacked, osmeone who got out of the game a year or so ago at least, but instead, i think i like cami’s shop being broken into again, the first time since that time toni offered helping with that. and this time it’s not just that they made a mess while looking for valuable shit to take. this was aggressive, this was violent for violence, this was a message. i think cami was hurt a little, with toros members in the area who moved in to attack the other gang when they made a move also suffering some injuries. as soon as toni finds out, he comes over to try and help, apologizing in a way that cami thinks is in a very ‘i’m sorry that this happened to you’ but is truly just toni taking this as his fault. and it kind of clicks that like, oh, no, he was wrong. he thought money and power would be the only major issues someone’d want to kill him, but he temporarily forgot about revenge and all that jazz. 

and it takes a day or so to process everything before something snaps in toni and he just kinda realizes oh this was a mistake, i’ve made a mistake, what a fucking fool i am. i think he makes a show of force to the rival gang, but only in a way that toni feels won’t put camille in danger. he starts to pull back, eventually making up some excuse to ask that htey just be friends instead if that would be alright, though wanting very much to make it clear that he did like what they had, he did like her, it’s just not working out with him where he is right now and work’s been /so/ bussy and stress lately, she knows how it is, though. he hopes she’ll understand. when he breaks the news he won’t be retiring after all, what was he even thinking, the toros are the only home and family he needs, he says through a tone that port raises and eyebrow at. port teasingly upset at first, it was supposed to be his crew, soon, damnit): though ultimately yeah, he’s glad, wouldn’t have wanted to do this without the two of them working together. then it’s not too long after that that cami meets cian. and toni has to learn to be cool with him instead