#plus the face markings make her look so goddamn tired (positive)

[crowdsourcedloner]

hm.... might fanta nailah and change her face bc everyone and their brother are using the same face as her...

[definitelyseven]

liability | thirteen

summary: reporter meets mafia boss, Park Jinyoung

one | two | three | four | five | six (m) | seven (m) | eight | nine (m) | ten | eleven | twelve | thirteen | fourteen (m) | fifteen | sixteen (m) | seventeen | eighteen - final |

It’s been two days of being tied to a chair with little to no movement unless you needed to use the bathroom. You felt disgusting. You were exhausted and all you wanted to do was to lay down. 

“He’s here boss,” one of the men in black said to Jaehyun. You never thought you’d be so happy to see Jinyoung and Mark. 

“Bring him in,” Jaehyun said. You were sitting behind him with two men on each of your side as if you were going to run away. You locked eyes with Jinyoung. He looked like he hadn’t gotten much sleep either. “I told you to come alone.”

“Not a chance,” Mark responded as Jinyoung took a seat across from him. 

“She’s hurt,” Jinyoung spatted as he grabbed Jaehyun by the collar. “You son of a bitch, you touched her!” As fast as he grabbed Jaehyun, the guards were already on your neck with a gun pointed at your temple. You whimpered in fear. 

Jaehyun turned to face you, “Tsk tsk look how much he cares about you.” He pulls a gun out of his back pocket and points it at you. “Which one laid a hand on you, my dear?” he asked. You stayed quiet, frightened at what was going to happen next. “Him?” he asked again, pointing to the man on the right. He doesn’t wait for you to respond this time and shoots the man next to you. You feel his warm blood on your skin as you screamed in fear. Jinyoung lets go of his collar and pushes him back into his seat. He tries to make his way towards you, but Jaehyun’s men won’t let him. “Not him? What about him?” he questioned, pointing the gun at the man on the left.

“N-no, no one did this to me. I did it to myself,” you said shaking in fear. He smirks, turning to Jinyoung. 

“The things we do for love,” Jaehyun teases as he fixes his collar. “What happened to the cool, calm and collected Park Jinyoung?”

Jinyoung chuckles, “I thought you were better than this. Didn’t think you would stoop this low to get what you want.”

“We both know the business we’re in. I tried to come to you nicely, but you rejected me so I had no choice. Plus,” he turns to you. “She’s beautiful even when she’s distressed.”

“Shut up,” you and Jinyoung both said at the same time resulting in a loud chuckle from Jaehyun. 

Mark slides a manila envelope across the table. Jaehyun smirks opening the folder and quickly scanning the document, “75 / 25.”

Jinyoung chuckles, “No. No way. That’s way more than you even proposed!”

“I don’t think you’re in the position to argue,” he said crossing his arm. “How much is Y/N worth?”

“You don’t have to do this. Leave,” you begged Jinyoung.

“50/50 split for the new land I just auctioned from the government,” Jinyoung proposed.

“Tell me why you left her and then I’ll consider your offer.”

“I don’t want to know,” you whimpered with tears in your eyes. “You said you wouldn’t do this...”

“No I said I won’t tell him your secret,” Jaehyun corrected.

“What secret?” Jinyoung turns to you. You look down at your lap, not wanting to reveal anything to him. “Y/N!”

“Hey! I asked you something. Tell me why you left her,” Jaehyun repeats, slamming his hand on the table. 

“That’s none of your business. You got what you wanted! Now give her to me!”

“No I actually haven’t gotten what I wanted,” Jaehyun said unmoved. “We can do this all night, but doesn’t Y/N look so tired covered in all that blood?” 

“Please...please don’t,” you begged again with tears rolling down your cheeks. Part of you was begging Jinyoung to just leave you here, and the other part was begging Jaehyun to stop pushing for an answer. 

Jinyoung looked pissed. His eyes were watery and his hands turned white from holding it in a fist so tightly. “I left cause I didn’t love her. I used her for sex. End of story,” Jinyoung explained. You always knew that was the reason, but it hurt a thousand times more hearing it out loud. 

Jaehyun hissed, “I didn’t peg you as being such a dick.” He turns to you again, “Why don’t you be with me, baby? I promise I’ll never leave you.”

“She’s leaving with me tonight,” Jinyoung spatted through his teeth. 

“Should we tell him what happened?” he snickered. 

“Why are you doing this? If you want to hurt me, you’ve succeeded.”

“My plan was to never hurt you baby. It’s him and you just happen to be in the line of fire,” Jaehyun explained, his eyes softening. He clears his throat, “I made a promise to Y/N and I’m guessing it was because she didn’t want you to know, but seeing how big of a dick you are to her, I want you to feel her pain. I want you to know what you did to her.”

“Stop!” you screamed. “Jaehyun, if you cared about me like you said you do, please don’t do this.”

“Tell me what I did to her,” Jinyoung demanded. 

“Me 75, you 25,” Jaehyun proposed. “Then I’ll tell you our secret.”

Jinyoung hesitates, but picks up the pen. Mark reaches forward, stopping him from signing. “We worked hard for that land. You can’t just hand it over,” Mark reminded. 

“Go away you lap dog. This is our business,” Jaehyun taunted. If it wasn’t for Jinyoung holding him back, Mark would’ve attacked Jaehyun. 

“I’ll sign, but I want to add another condition to the contract.” Jaehyun gestures for Jinyoung to proceed. “The condition is you can never lay a hand on my family ever again. You stay on your side and I will stay on mine. We work together, we’re partners.”

Jaehyun chuckles, “Deal.” 

Jinyoung picks up the pen again,“Tell me what I did to her.” Jaehyun doesn’t say anything, but points at the contract. Jinyoung bitterly agrees and signs the contract first. Jaehyun reaches forward to grab it, but Jinyoung holds onto the contract tightly. “Tell me.”

“She was pregnant,” Jaehyun revealed.

“No...” you whimpered. Your biggest secret was out.

“W-what?” Jinyoung turns to you. “You were pregnant? You never told me...” Jinyoung said in disbelief. 

“At what point was I supposed to tell you?” you sobbed. “Tell me Jinyoung! When out of all the months you were ignoring me was I supposed to fucking tell you?!” you screamed at him as tears rolled down your cheek. You finally broke down. 

“I didn’t know.”

“Of course you didn’t. How could you have? I was never going to let you know,” you cried. 

“Where’s the baby?” Jinyoung asked shamelessly. 

“That’s the fucked up part about you ghosting her Jinyoung,” Jaehyun scoffed. “She came to your building and waited for you all day in the freezing cold, but she couldn’t even get inside. She passed out nearly freezing to death outside your building.”

“I lost the baby,” you cried silently. You could see the look on his face. He was just as devastated as you were when you first lost the baby. 

Jinyoung exhales slowly, “Can we leave now?”

“I’m not stopping you.” 

Mark runs over to release you from the chair. “Thank you,” you whispered as he helped you up. The three of you walked quietly back to Jinyoung’s car. Mark sat in the front seat, leaving you and Jinyoung in the back. Needless to say, it was awkward between you two. You were exhausted and you didn’t want to talk about it anymore. Jinyoung reaches over to grab your hand, giving it a squeeze. You turned to look at him. His eyes glistened in the dark. You watched him inhale and exhale slowly as if he was controlling his emotions. You returned the gesture by squeezing his hand back. The first time showing him any friendly emotions since you’ve reunited with him. Jinyoung gives you a small smile before bringing your hand to his lips. 

Once you got back to Jinyoung’s place, he leads you back to his room and into the bathroom to help you clean up. He draws the bath and helps you sit on the sink’s countertop. Jinyoung dampens the towel and begins cleaning the blood of your cheeks. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I thought leaving you was the right thing.”

“Jinyoung, it’s the past. I don’t want to talk about it anymore,” you tell him.

“No, it’s not the past. Not to me,” he argued. “If I knew you were pregnant, I would’ve never left you.”

“But you did and that’s all in the past. Like I said, there’s no forgiving needed because all I want is to forget you,” you reminded him.

Jinyoung looks up at you, “If forgetting me can take away your pain, I’ll never show my face in front of you again, but I can’t. Not if I want to protect you.” He pauses again, swallowing the lump in his throat, “Let’s get married.” 

“W-what?” 

“Let’s get married,” Jinyoung repeats.

“N-no,” you answered. “No, I will not marry you.”

“Please, Y/N! You heard my deal with him. He will never lay a hand on my family again,” he explained.

You chuckled lightly with tears in your eyes, “So in order for me to stay alive, stay safe I have to marry you?” 

“I know it’s not what you wanted, but I couldn’t think of any other way,” Jinyoung justified. “We can get married and if you want to be with someone else,” he pauses, sighing. “If you want to be with someone else, I won’t stop you.”

“But legally, I’m yours.”

“Yes, you’ll be Mrs. Park”

“No, I’m not agreeing to this,” you said jumping off the counter and walking away from him.

“Y/N! Stop being so stubborn!” Jinyoung yells, following behind you. “I am trying to save you!”

“I’m not being stubborn and I don’t need saving! I will not marry you just because you feel guilty about our child!”

Jinyoung reaches out for you to pull you close to him. He cups your cheeks in his hands and leans his forehead against yours. You don’t object to him holding you because honestly, you missed it. You missed him. “Everything I did was because I love you! Goddamn it, Y/N! I fucking love you. I have never loved anyone as much as I loved you!” he confessed, wiping your tears away. “I fucked up and I know you’ll never forgive me, but please don’t push me away. Please don’t make me stop loving you,” he whimpered. You reached up to grab his hand that was caressing your cheek. You cuddled your cheek closer to his hand as he leans down to kiss you for the first time in two years.

[vengeancedemons]

destined to burn // self para (pt 2)

summary: Robbie and Coulson search for an exit. They find one, but things in Hell rarely turn out the way you want them to. trigger warnings: hell, death, mentions of violence featuring: robbie reyes, phil coulson, mentions of elias morrow and daisy johnson ( @daisyquakes ) word count: 2125 this one is reasonable!!!

The problem with rumors was the inherently vague nature of them. They made wide, overarching claims with no evidence to back it up, made assumptions without testimony. Coulson, Robbie soon learned, had heard about this door somewhere in the hellscape… but he had only the vaguest idea where it was. 

Of course, he didn’t admit that at first. For the first few hours, Coulson had marched forward with such confidence that Robbie was sure he knew exactly where he was going. He’d forgotten, it seemed, that this was a man who’d lived life by the skin of his teeth, a man who’d often pretended to have answers he didn’t in order to keep spirits high. It was a noble cause. It was. But Robbie didn’t need his spirits to be high. He needed a way out.

“You’ve got no fucking clue where you’re going, do you?” Robbie’s voice was dry, cutting through the silence like a knife. Coulson’s shoulders tensed, muscles tightening as he realized he’d been found out.

“You should really watch your language,” he said instead of responding, and Robbie stopped. It seemed to take Coulson a moment to realize the footsteps behind him had faltered, and he took a few more steps before pausing to turn around to look at Robbie. “Okay,” he relented, “so I don’t have a map. But I have an idea.”

“An idea,” Robbie repeated. “You have an idea. That’s --- We’re betting our lives on this shit, Coulson. Literally. We’re betting Daisy’s --- “

“You think I don’t know that?” Robbie hadn’t heard Coulson snap often, and he tended to pay attention when he did as a result. His mouth snapped shut, shifting into a frown as he clenched his jaw tightly. “Look, I don’t have to tell you that Hell isn’t an exact science. I know where it’s not. And I have an idea of where it might be. For now, that’s what we’re going on. Okay? It’s not like we have any other options here.”

And that was a good point. There wasn’t exactly a list of plausible exits in Hell, wasn’t a compiled number of cheat codes worked out by people who’d beaten the game. There was no one who’d beaten this game. Not to Robbie’s knowledge, and not to Coulson’s. The only people who’d gotten out of Hell were people who’d been pulled out.

So they walked. Robbie didn’t know how long they went. Your body didn’t tire out in Hell, didn’t need sleep or food. That was part of the torture --- the inability to tell one day from the next. No sunrise, no sunset, no way to mark the cell door with tally marks to keep your head on straight. They walked for what could have been hours and what could have been years. They ducked for cover every now and then when they ran into gang members who might want to kill Robbie or Hydra agents who might like to see Coulson suffer, they conversed as much as could be expected for two men whose current existence was built up in a web of anxiety so tight neither could breathe. And they kept going, no matter how pointless it seemed.

When they came across the first sign of something in a world full of nothing, Robbie thought he might be hallucinating. Everybody knew stories of guys in deserts who swore they saw lakes where there was only sand, guys who died choking on dirt they swore was water. When Robbie saw the first tiny little sign that things were getting different, he figured it was the same phenomena. It was a mirage, it was a dream, it was his sorry mind finally giving in and heading out.

But Coulson saw it too.

“Is that…” Coulson was frozen in his tracks, staring down at it in disbelief. Robbie kneeled down carefully, glancing back to the older man as if in question. When Coulson nodded, Robbie plucked it from the ground and straightened up, holding it in his open palm like it might break if he applied any pressure at all.

“A daisy,” he observed, throat a little tight. “Kind of on the nose, isn’t it?”

“Nobody said Hell was subtle,” Coulson replied, voice betraying the fact that the lump in his throat was just as present as Robbie’s. “Still think I don’t know where I’m going?”

“Don’t get a big head,” Robbie warned. “It could be playing tricks on us.”

“Or she could be working from her end just as hard as we’re working from ours,” Coulson shot back. “Which is the more logical answer here, Reyes --- that something in Hell is different for the first time since either of us have been here, or that Daisy Johnson is getting things done?”

Robbie didn’t have an argument for that. He shrugged in response, slipping the flower into his jacket pocket and moving forward. It took only a moment for Coulson to fall into step beside them, for the quiet to return. Coulson had a point, of course. Daisy would have figured out Eli’s game eventually, and she’d fight like hell to take him out. But hope was a dangerous animal, and if he let himself think they might succeed for a moment only for them to fail? He wasn’t sure he’d come back from that. Hell was bad enough when you were resigned to it, but when you thought you had a chance at escape and lost it? That was what made people lose their minds.

The daisies became more and more present as they moved forward, from single flowers sprouting from the dirt to entire patches of grass with little white flowers poking through. Coulson seemed to feel more confident with each step, but the pit of dread in Robbie’s gut only grew the more they moved. Maybe they were headed the right direction, maybe they’d find the door, but what then? What were the odds this half-baked plan actually amounted to anything? It seemed like a pipe dream at best, and he said as much to Coulson several times. Every time, he was met with infuriating positivity. He was starting to wonder how no one had killed this guy before the Rider made his deal for his soul.

When they finally found the door, the daisies were so thick you couldn’t see the ground beneath them. They grew on the side of the stone wall the door was nestled in, tangled in the hinges. Next to it, there was a small metal box with more flowers weaving up the post. It looked almost like a ticket dispenser you might find at a restaurant when prompted to take a number. It might have been pretty if not for the location. There wasn’t exactly any prime real estate in Hell.

“Do you think we just… Open it?” He glanced over at Coulson, who raised a brow in response.

“Why, what did you want to do? Knock?”

“You know, it’s moments like this I understand why you ended up in Hell.” 

Coulson’s resulting laugh was unexpected, and Robbie found himself joining in after a moment. There was a level of elation to it, a disbelief. They’d found the way out. This awful, unbelievably shitty chapter of their lives was about to end. It seemed worth laughing about.

When the laughter died down, Coulson nodded to the ticket dispenser and they approached. The machine clicked once, twice, three times before whirring. It spat out a single ticket, and Robbie tore it loose and held it out to Coulson, waiting for the machine to dispense a second for him.

It didn’t.

Robbie kicked the machine. It stayed silent. He slapped a hand against the side, but there was no change. Infuriatingly, it seemed spent, as if dispensing a single ticket was so exhausting it couldn’t possibly muster up the strength for a second. They’d come this far only to be stopped at the gate. Robbie wasn’t sure if he wanted to laugh or scream, felt his hands trembling as the hope he’d allowed himself to feel in the moment of laughter before evaporated in an instant.

Beside him, Coulson shifted, and Robbie glanced behind him. He saw his own hand, still extended backwards. He saw the bright red ticket, still clutched in his fingertips. He saw Coulson’s expression, apologetic and unsurprised.

“No,” he said slowly, thrusting the ticket towards Coulson. The agent made no move to take it. “No, hey, if only one of us gets to go --- Look, it should be you, right? You can kick Eli’s ass and find me another way out. You can at least make sure she knows what she’s dealing with.”

“Robbie,” Coulson said patiently, and Robbie knew that tone. He knew what was coming. He might have plugged his ears if not for the ticket Coulson still wouldn’t take, might have screamed to drown out whatever the agent might say next if not for the fear that it’d bring other people swarming towards them.

“You’re a good man, Coulson. You didn’t --- You never deserved to be here. I did. I do. You go. It’s gotta be you, man.”

“It can’t be me,” Coulson replied. Fire burned in Robbie’s chest, and the Rider wasn’t with him anymore but he swore he could still feel those flames licking the side of his face. “What did I tell you when I found you? Your body is alive, Robbie. It’s out there, just waiting for you to get in it. Mine isn’t.”

“So you take mine,” he tried desperately. 

“Yeah, not a big fan of the plus one that comes with. Ghost Rider-ing isn’t as much fun as you make it seem, Reyes. Besides, I don’t think Daisy would forgive me.”

Robbie’s throat felt tight, and his eyes burned for reasons that had nothing to do with a demon burning away his goddamn flesh. “And you think she’ll forgive me if I leave you here? There’s gotta be another way. There’s gotta be something --- “

Shouts in the distance cut him off. Peace was never something that lasted long in Hell, never a thing that stayed. Coulson glanced behind him, concern etched into his expression before he turned back towards Robbie. “You have to go, Robbie.”

“You said it could be both of us,” Robbie muttered. Coulson at least had the decency to look apologetic.

“Actually, you said that. I just figured you weren’t going to come with me unless I agreed.” 

“You’re an asshole.” The shouting grew closer. The door squeaked, opening on its own, and Robbie knew that must mean something but he couldn’t pull himself from his grief long enough to consider it. The door was glowing orange, flickering like one of the Rider’s portals, and all Robbie could do was look from Coulson to the goddamn ticket in his hand. 

“Yeah,” Coulson agreed, “I get that a lot. Robbie…”

“I’m not going,” Robbie said, sounding almost like Gabe stubbornly refusing to do his homework until Robbie relinquished the controller to the gaming console. “You stay, I stay, güey.”

Coulson’s expression turned utterly apologetic. “You don’t have much of a choice,” he replied, and Robbie realized what was about to happen just a fraction of a second before it did. A hand on his chest, shoving him backwards. A grip on the back of his neck, pulling him in. He windmilled his arms, tried desperately to stop it, but gravity worked against him and sent him stumbling back through the door.

There was a slamming force and his eyes shut against a concussive impact. There was heat, there were flames, there were voices. When he opened his eyes, it was to the familiar sight of flames burning all around him, a familiar feeling of being aware but not in control, the familiar presence of the Rider greeting him in a way that was almost pleased. There was a fight going on, he could see it. He was in the thick of it. The door was gone. Coulson was gone. And Robbie was painfully, infuriatingly alive.

On the other side of that closed door, Coulson heaved a heavy sigh. The daisies wilted, the door disappeared, and Phil Coulson began to fade.

There was a rumor in Hell, one everyone learned about quickly. If you rid Hell of the person who’d put you there, you got your out. You got to move on to the next world, the one no one knew anything about, the one everyone hoped was better. It was a world Coulson would find for himself, one way or another.

A group of damned souls stumbled into an open field. There was no one there, no door, no flowers. On the ground, a crumpled ticket with two holes punched out.

The world was quiet.

[thesinglesjukebox]

LIZZO - GOOD AS HELL

[7.55]

We look forward to "Juice" hitting the top 40 sometime in 2021..

Katie Gill: It is infinitely amusing that with Lizzo's career trajectory, her songs that are 2-3 years old are getting the radio play instead of her current work. Granted, "Good As Hell" is an absolute banger. But it's an absolute banger that is obviously a product of Lizzo's earlier work, especially when compared the the musical evolution she shows on Cuz I Love You. It's also an absolute banger that seems tailor-made for inclusion in movie trailers or makeover montages but hey, get that bread Lizzo. [7]

Wayne Weizhen Zhang: Lizzo singles don't expire after three years; they're just like chardonnay, get better over time. [8]

Thomas Inskeep: Goddamn, Lizzo can wring every bit of strength out of a female empowerment lyric, can't she? And she nails the rapping/singing combo like no one since -- I dunno, Lauryn Hill? In fact, maybe she's the rightful heir to L-Boogie's throne? And she does it all so damn joyfully to boot. Talk about fresh air on the radio. [8]

Joshua Copperman: After enjoying Big GRRL Small World, I remember hearing that Lizzo signed to Atlantic, working with the insufferably goofy producer Ricky Reed. It felt like a classic "sell-out" moment even if the term has lost all meaning. This song felt destined to blow up, but went nowhere. Neither did "Phone," and neither did "Truth Hurts." Cuz I Love You could incorporate her earlier, more political work in ways that felt authentic... but then "Truth Hurts" got massive, and "Good As Hell" is well on its way. There's a sense that Lizzo will go further in the shouting party anthem direction. She's a great interview, and a fantastic live performer, but it's disappointing to foresee a Bruno Mars-style trajectory when there's so much more to offer. At this rate, Big GRRL Small World could see a rerelease as the darker, more ambitious follow up, but she's still clearly happier making mindless party music. If she saves the thoughtful political commentary for when Terry Gross calls her "brave", that's okay. [6]

Stephen Eisermann: It is so hard to fault Lizzo's older material. While it's very easy to be cynical about self-empowerment anthems today, Lizzo has consistently shown that she excels at putting herself, a plus-size black woman, first and showing other people how to put themselves first. It's hard to separate her past hits from whatever current story she is involved in (like that horrid Postmates debacle), but, fuck, you are full lying if you say you don't smile on even your worst day when you play this chorus. The background vocals, the energy, the personality -- no part doesn't hold up. There is no chorus like a Lizzo chorus, no matter how long it has taken people to notice. [8]

Alfred Soto: Lizzo released a terrific album this year, you know, on which her sense of rhythm and how a star in waiting presents her material meshes wit the body-positivity messages. [6]

Tobi Tella: Sometimes the strength of a song is enough to push past any factors trying to stop it from entering the public conciousness. "Good As Hell" is a little corny, sure, but it's also empowerment without pandering, an uplifting song that doesn't feel the need to insert generic platitudes. Most of all, it's fun, which is something I think 2019 music totally misses most of the time. [8]

Kayla Beardslee: Personally, I'm looking forward to a couple singles from now, when Lizzo's team will be looking so far in the past for singles to push that they'll arrive at a point before her music career began and encounter a time paradox. If "Truth Hurts" can go #1 two years after its release, anything is possible, and why can't that include Lizzo deconstructing our understanding of time as a linear concept? Oh, and I'm supposed to review the song, too. Yeah, "Good As Hell" bops, will bop, has bopped, bops in the subjunctive, etc. The vocals are fantastic, and the piano riff gives the song a constant feeling of forward motion. It's the kind of track that makes you want to sing along, and even if (like me) you fail at imitating Lizzo's attention-grabbing vibrato, "Good As Hell" is so relentlessly fun that you'll feel happy about it anyways. [8]

Kylo Nocom: The power of hindsight is very strange. I used to see talk go around about how "Good as Hell" sounded like it could have been a hit, and now that it is one, is that underdog appeal still here? I used to think that her being compared to Natasha Bedingfield in Pitchfork's review of Cuz I Love You was unfair, but in hindsight, it's not really that far off. Values PSAs had "Where Is the Love?" then, and the soundtrack to them would be "Good as Hell" now. That's not a condemnation: corny stays in fashion, and with sounds as lovely as the ones Lizzo selects (namely, the drum kit of the chorus and the sampled vocal belts) it's easy to ignore how ultimately juvenile the message feels. [8]

Jackie Powell: Right now as we speak, "Good as Hell" sits at number 30 on the Billboard Hot 100. It was featured in the third film in the cult series "Barbershop," which starred fellow women in hip-hop Eve and Nicki Minaj, both whom Lizzo currently eclipses in relevance. Like the film, this track came out three years ago. This sleeper hit, along with Lizzo's career, has emerged from the ashes. They are a collective rising like a phoenix but with slightly more swagger and chock-full of sass. How is all of this possible? Lizzo's entire being defines what it means to be living in 2019. Self-care, inner strength, and an IDGAF attitude. That's why "Good as Hell" hit harder in 2019 rather than three years earlier. Zane Lowe has referred to this track as an "instant vintage vibe" and that's due to clean but predictable production from Ricky Reed. Lizzo's delivery functions in between a bounce in the verses and sweeping call and response in the pre-chorus and the hook. Her magic remains in the way she works to make her raps more digestible for listeners who live on the throwback playlists on Spotify. She's creating a similar product to Mark Ronson in that they both aim to bring sounds from then and now together in a triumphant union. Thank goodness for Lizzo, someone who has the secret recipe to make anyone feel "as good as hell," a task far from effortless. [7]

Vikram Joseph: It seems kind of fitting that I'm writing this before work on a wet Monday morning, because "Good As Hell" is transformative in a way that's hard to resist. Taylor Swift might have recently claimed that she "want[s] your dreary Mondays" (ok, not yours, Joe Alwyn's), but "Good As Hell" simply will not allow them to exist -- at least for 2 minutes and 37 seconds. It achieves this mostly because of the melancholy that lurks in the corners of the song, and because of the way that classic descending chord progression confers a sense of unconditional positivity in the face of chronic adversity. The delivery of "baby, how you feeling?" should win awards -- most singers would sell it as uncomplicated celebration, but Lizzo sounds incredibly empathetic, concerned even, like she half-expects the answer might be "like shit, Lizzo, I feel like shit." And the song's instant meme -- "hair toss, check my nails!" -- is actually a performance piece in putting your best self out there when your heart feels bruised and tired. The strange, wonderful alchemy of "Good As Hell" is that, through method-acting feeling good as hell when all of your instincts tell you that you really don't, it actually makes you feel fucking incredible. [9]

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[fatcatsarecats]

JayTim Rec List 1/?

In an effort to extricate myself out of the deep, dark, dank cave that is the marvel cinematic universe (or just marvel in general) for more than two minutes, here is a list of jaytim fics that I recently read, enjoyed and or generally love under the read more. 

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dick grayson, snooping? it’s more likely than you’d think by dragonryder94 Words: ~3k | Complete

dick knows that something is up between jason and tim. he just doesn’t know what...not yet at least.

Comment: A Dick armed with memes and trying to have good ol’ brotherly Bonding Moments™ with Tim and Jason is just downright hilarious. A quick laugh and an absolute banger.

In Which Conner is Meddlesome for Tim's Own Good by GeneratorCat Words: ~2.7k | Complete

“Homecoming dance!” it proclaimed. “Saturday, Oct. 24th”. And then, at the bottom some bastard had written, “Do you have your date yet?”

Tim wanted to scream because no, he didn’t have his date yet, and he probably never would. He was too scared to ask them.

Comment: *slams fist on table* you have no idea how much I love high school aus goddamn and this is the cutest!! Do you want awkward teen angst? Kon being chill but also hilarious??? Tim making a fool of himself??? Then this is it. This wins all.

Plus note: Anything by GeneratorCat is great. Puns everywhere, a humour that will hurt your gut laughing, and a writing style that’s tighter than Jason’s abs.

do you wanna feel a little beautiful, baby by Sister Words: ~42k | Complete

"They're watching me," Jason says, when Daisy Mae has left.

"Who, the drag queens?" Tim says. His face is an inch from Jason's chest, and when the strobe lights flash their way he can see a drop of sweat moving down Jason's pecs. His mind feels staticky, bouncing from general outrage to a general desire to put his mouth on Jason's skin. He's too horny to be rational about any of this.

++

Tim goes to a gay club and finds himself embroiled in one of Jason's cases. Glitter is involved. Also crises of morality. Also booty shorts.

Comment: Case fic, baby!!! Listen, I have many weaknesses and they’re usually words starting with C and case fic happens to be one of them. The case was a riot, the secondary cast was a riot, and the jaytim was a blazing hot riot. This fic is lit from beginning to end. Guns, gangsters, glitter and gays everywhere. Really hits the G spot.

this pen was inked with the promise of you by clarityhiding  Words: ~21k (4/5) | WIP

Everyone has a mark-match, someone whose mark will match their own. No matter what, you will always meet your match after your mark comes in and before you die, it's just a fact of life.

Tim's mark starts to come in the summer he turns twelve. Less than a week later, his match is dead. He doesn't meet anyone at all in the time between.

Comment: I usually steer away from a/b/o fics since gender dynamics is not my thing but this is a goodie. I’ve only read the first chapter of this but I already know this is going to be a great time!!! But by great time, I also mean in a dark sense— @themandylion​ really hits the melancholic, listlessness, apathetic vibes of depression in the most wonderful, nuanced way, and when the emotions come, they’re explosive. Plus, the world building is amazing, and this is all in one chapter!

Cats, Bats, Kittens, and Hatchlings by ThePackWantstheD Words: ~72k (18/?) | WIP

In which Selina finds Jason trying to steal Batman's tires and offers to make his sticky fingers a bit stickier, Bruce finds Tim taking pictures of him and thinks that an orphan can take care of an abandoned boy, and the boys learn that life is a lot easier when there's another sidekick around to talk to.

Comment: This fic took my broken heart—my broken, fragmented, crowbar-shaped holed heart—and lovingly stuck cat shaped plasters all over it. This fic was sweeter than a raspberry mocha with one sugar and cream on top. This fic will probably give me diabetes faster than any sugar addiction. This fic is just pure and warm and will shield me through torrential storms. It’s just that good.

Selina and Bruce as great mentor figures and Stray!Jason (not something I see quite often!) with Robin!Tim. Slow Burn.

Day 5: Fake/Pretend Relationship // Royalty AU by  CatChan

Tim stayed deathly silent, hoping that his iciness alone would convey the weight of his disapproval.

No such luck. The old earl kept prattling on about how much more suitable to rule Tim was compared to his older brother because at least Timothy had been adopted from a ducal family and not street performers.

Tim took a deep breath to calm himself, then smiled as sweetly as he could, and told the old fart that he would be sure to relay his message to his father the king.

Earl Duchamp blanched, and started stuttering. Tim didn't give him any sympathy, or wait around for his rushed excuses, instead storming out of the room.

Comment: Historical AU with exposition that’s so fascinating, it doesn’t feel like exposition. That’s a amazing feat alright. It’s just a lot of fun for such a short chapter (Like a fun pilot episode to a historical tv drama) and I don’t want say too much of the interactions because it might spoil the fic. Suffice to say, the world it builds leaves you wanting more so might as well jump in and read the whole collection while you’re at it.

"Mi cama es su cama" by redrobinfection (ChristmasRivers) Words: ~9k | Complete

JayTim Week 2018 - “Bed Sharing” (Day 6)

Tim and Jason aren’t friends. They’re barely allies at this point. But for whatever reason, they keep crashing each other’s apartments, lairs, and safehouses, all in search for a bed to crash in for a bit. It starts out simple - it’s just a safe place to catch a nap, a safe place to recover after an injury, a safe place to hang - but with each visit, it turns into something more - it’s a welcome place to hang, a comfortable place to recuperate, their safe haven in dire times. It might take awhile, but, slowly Jason and Tim turn into something more too. 

Comment: So I read small bits and pieces of this during Jaytim Week, and while I haven’t fully read it cohesively in one sitting (before I fell into the marvel hole *cough cough*), what I do remember it was that it was a very soft and healing fic. If I had to describe the feelings and associated scenes this fic evokes, it’s a cosy, intimate blanket, and a warm body snoring beside you. Comfort packaged in a fic. Tim’s sleepy/sick talk was damn hilarious, and I really liked the gritty details involved with wound cleaning. I thought it was skilfully described.

Mania by Pisces314 Words: ~6k (3/?) | WIP

“I didn’t realize,” Dick’s voice startles Jason, but he doesn’t loosen his grip on Tim. When he looks up, Dick is staring at them with wide eyes. “That you two were...uh.”

It hits Jason then, what the position they’re in might look like from Dick’s point of view. His restraining hold on Tim, and Tim’s now submissive posture, curled up against his chest, probably look to an outsider like a comforting embrace between two people who are much more acquainted than they actually are. His face flushes, but he doesn’t bother to correct Dick’s misunderstanding.

Comment: @glaciya​ is almost always an auto-read for me. The fact that she can flip from cute space, jolly ranch kisses that kills you from sheer amount of fluff and goodness to this is mind blowing.Just from the first chap, it’s already got a great emotional reveal (count me shooketh), descriptions that really immerse you in the terse atmosphere between all the characters and writing that captures a great deal of nuance/overtone of hurt/comfort. It’s wild. 

Dreams From the Sargasso by RivetingFabrications Words: ~46k (17/?) | WIP

Timothy Drake ventured out to solve the mystery behind his parents' deaths, but being taken captive by the most wanted pirate in history hadn't been part of the plan. 

Comment: RivertingFabrications is also another auto read for me, and while I read this a long time ago, I remember that the JayTim interactions were fiery and terse, on the brink of something great, and the camraderie between Jason and the secondary characters was an absolute joy to read. 

Viking AU | The Red Hunter by @drabblemeister​ Link is only to the first instalment

Comment: The only way I can describe the writing is just, lush. Amazing descriptions of the environment which intermingles with Tim’s inner monologue to create a tension that is off-the-charts and an action scene that demands heavy drums and an orchestra. It’s suspenseful, gripping, and engrossing, and this is only the first two drabbles. 

Casebook of Detective Timothy Drake by chibi_nightowl Works: 5 | Words: ~150k | Series in Progress

Comment: The thing about @chibinightowl is that if you asked me to rec one of her works, I’d probably just start listing off her ao3 portfolio. Everything she writes is gold and I will accept it as actual currency if they let me (one day). 

If I had to pick one (a harsh, cruel, gruelling etc. ask for a mortal like me) it would be this series. A series of case fics with never-was-a-vigilante Detective Tim, a fully fleshed out cast of secondary characters (Tim’s partner in particular is a favourite), exciting, intriguing cases that will keep you guessing and friction with Batman that is riveting to read. Gives me Nora Robert’s Eve Dallas Series and Karen Rose vibes. Love love love love love this series. 

TO READ: 

These are fics on which I plan to read, but the premise sounds too good not to be advertised:

If You Don't Grow by GeneratorCat Words: ~28k (8/?) | WIP

“I need to take care of myself. I can take care of myself.”

“You shouldn’t have to, you’re just a kid.” God, does Dick know that. He knows what it feels like to be doing things you shouldn’t have to do at such a young age. About feeling like you have to take care of yourself, be strong and useful.

He knows now it’s bullshit.

(Officer Dick Grayson meets Jason on the street.)

((Alternatively titled: In which Dick pulls a Bruce))

Comment: What more can I say. I’m a sucker for flawed mentor types who try their best!!! 

Build A Dream With Me by Myoneloveismusic Words: ~10k | Complete

Tim fell hard and fast when Batman and Robin first appeared in Gotham. He followed them for years, taking pictures, and watching in awe form the shadows. But after one fateful encounter with the second Robin, Tim found himself falling in a different way. Everything got torn apart when Jason died and Tim forced himself to take on the role of Robin if it meant keeping Bruce sane. But when Jason returns from the dead and makes his reappearance back in Gotham, can the two repair what had been blown apart or will they be separated forever?

Comment: Teen!! Angst!! *throws confetti* but also paired up with @my-one-love-is-music​‘s crafty way to frame fic like a movie scene and this sounds like a fun time.

Astra Inclinant by SociallyAwkwardFox (Maze_Runner_Fae) Words: ~30k | Complete

Every hero has a story. A tale spun by the Muses destined to pass from generation to generation, until the end of time. At the time of their conception, Fate already knows the paths they will walk in their lifetime and how it will end. She knows the stars they will see, the people they will meet, the scars they will bear-like badges of honor etched into their skin. With this knowledge, She designates a few to ensure every hero follows the correct path and completes their duty to the universe. These immortal beings act as a hero’s guide and watch over their lives, until their journey is complete. From one hero to the next they go, dedicating their lives to the universe and Fate’s will.  

Comment: A ‘Hero’s Journey’ narrative never gets old (like BP!) and mix that with Greek Mythology and like a great, angsty jaytim fic. Featuring Seer!Tim and Hero!Jason.

Flying Blind by TheSkyIsALie Words: ~4k | Complete

In the wake of a catastrophic loss, it's the path Jason sets that Tim follows back to safety.

Comment: I mean damn look at the summary already! It’s premise I haven’t seen for jaytim before and the tags have the dangerous combo of Domestic Fluff and Hurt/Comfort aka just looks amazing.

Making Amends by writemydreams Words: ~11.8k (3/12) | WIP

A new drug called Cupid’s Heart arrives in Gotham and Blüdhaven. Highly addictive, it also serves as a potent aphrodisiac. Jason enlists Tim’s assistance in rooting out the drug in Gotham and discovering the source. Along the way, Jason hopes Tim will see he’s changed and that he’ll learn to trust him.

What started out as a simple drug case becomes more complex when Dick discovers Cupid’s Heart comes from a resort for struggling couples. Jason and Tim go undercover as pretend fiancés to find the drug, something difficult for Jason since all he wants is to be in a genuine relationship with Tim.

Comment: A case fic!!! And damn, the tags looks delicious, ‘Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Pining, Fake/Pretend Relationship, and Dick Grayson is a Good Brother.’ It just looks like a really good time.

Turnabout is Fair Play by Skalidra Words: 5.5k | Complete

When Jason gets an invitation to the Continental's latest competition, a simple game, he gladly accepts. It's a bit of fun, an opportunity to win a couple prizes and some recognition. That is, unless one of the other people assigned to his group gets in his way. May the best killer win. 

Comment:  I mean, Skalidra is a guaranteed good time, and she does action scenes better than most published writers. The way she balances detail and action still results in a fast-paced, tense scene so this sounds like a perfect murderific jaunt for a bad day.

At Cosmos' End by RivetingFabrications Words: 11.8k (4/?) | WIP

Tim has quit Starfleet and gone rogue – the system can’t help everyone, despite its best intentions. But when he finds an olden spacecraft in the outermost reaches of space where none should be, he finds more mysteries than answers.

Comment: The tags says you don’t have to be a hard core trekkie to get the gist of what’s going on. It sounds amazing nonetheless.

SPECIAL MENTIONS:

@sociallyawkwardfoxwriter​ and @my-one-love-is-music​ who are both doing Write 365. A crazy feat and not all of the drabbles are JayTim. List of AUs are only from what I recall and there’s more on their blogs!

Write 365 by @sociallyawkwardfoxwriter​

Star Wars AU; Dancer AU; Pacific Rim AU; Tomb Raider AU; Oracle!Tim AU; Werewolf!Jason AU and more.

Write 365 by @my-one-love-is-music​​

Barista!Tim AU; Werewolf!Jason AU; Mermaid!Tim AU; Hunger Games AU and more.

and:

JayTim Week

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Published: 4th June 2018

[melonoverlord]

New asks for Bobbi

Which parent do they look the most like?

Although she’s never met either of her birth parents, she figures that she probably looks more like whoever her dad is because she doesn’t have any demon marks.

Is there a name they were almost given (either by their parents or during character creation)?

Bobbi was given the name Bobbi by the nuns, which she’s fine with, if it’s a little old fashioned. But it’s okay, she’s a little old fashioned just by who she grew up with.

Narratively, she was given the name Bobbi when I was still into S*pern*tural, but then I was worried about copyright so I gave her the name Jacki. Then I realized I was super sexy and too bootylicious for copyright plus I was better than S*pern*tural, so she became Bobbi once again.

What were they like as a kid (if they’re currently a child, what would they be like as a teen)?

Up until Bobbi started studying with Magnus, she was an incredibly quiet and shy child as a result of her growing up in the foster system and needing to be careful. However, once she started studying with Magnus and hanging with the other warlocks she became a very imaginative and overactive child, playing pretend and performing for anyone who would watch her. She just wanted to make her many aunts and uncles and momma proud of her.

What’s their drinking tolerance and what kind of drunk are they?

Bobbi is a hilariously low lightweight that after half a drink she is gone-zo and she is the happy giggly drunk who forgets about her problems and just becomes so enamored by everything around her. But after about an hour she remembers again and starts crying why life is terrible when she’s trying so hard.

Where do they like to be touched?

Someone hold this girl’s hand. Someone give this girl a hug. She just wants to feel loved.

What’s their favorite position (top/bottom/switch/pillow princess/etc.)

She’s a clingy bottom, but a bratty one. She knows what she wants (through a lot of research because she uses her Big Brain for everything) and she is very vocal in expressing it.

What are their kinks?

She’s pretty vanilla and likes the more gentle type of love (under the moon while a lover is caressing your cheek type) but she is very into fancy dress and dancing. She’s all about wanting to be courted and swoon.

How do they feel about adrenaline (roller coasters, extreme sports, etc.)?

She lives for the thrill. She wants to feel like she can conquer the world, whether it be riding a coaster, going very very fast, or testing magic that may not entirely work.

What is their fight or flight response?

Absolutely flight. She runs away from problems and runs towards more problems. But she is more than willing to shout in people’s faces if they piss her off.

What’s their pain tolerance?

Given that she died the first session, she has the pain tolerance of a chihuahua. She gets punched once and she’s internally bleeding. Someone protect this tiny teenager.

What character archetype are they the most like (the Innocent, the Hero, etc.)

When she grows up, she’ll fit the Magician and the Creator because of her ambition and self-righteousness, her character arc right now is more of The Child. Her story is one of loss of innocence and learning things that were kept from her.

What TV-Tropes trope would they be?

As much as I love her, Break the Cutie. She’s been through a number of bad events in her life with many parental figures leaving her, and she’s just at the beginning of her journey. But her heart and will are strong, and although she will get broken, she will stand back up.

What John Mulaney quote/bit do they most embody?

“I am very small. And I have no money. So you can imagine the kind of stress I am under.”

With the exception of love interests and immediate family, who are they closest to?

Outside of the Warlock Fam, she’s closest to Eden right now because Downworlders gotta stick together, but she will eventually come to see everyone in their little posse as a family. Especially when she keeps collecting parents.

What is their moral alignment? What would have to happen for it to shift?

Chaotic Good. She’s a little rebel who wants to change the world and knows she has what it takes to change the world and she will use her smarts and her magic to make it there. Although she never wants to be Evil, she could be manipulated to make bad decisions if she trusts that person enough. And she’ll never be a law-abiding citizen because ACAB babey.

Are they a morning person? What are they like before 8am?

Bobbi is the least morning person ever. Before 8am she does not exist, and if she is forced to exist, she is the biggest grump in a giant hoodie crossing her arms and scowling until someone gets her a coffee.

What are they like when they’re tired?

She is a relentless sleepy who will try to continue to work through her tiredness even though she’s starting to get silly, but the easiest way to get her to sleep is either say you’re going to sleep, so it would make you feel a lot better if she went to bed too so you’re not lonely, or if you’re family or a very cute girl, offering to sleep next to her.

What are they like in arguments?

Bobbi is a girl who trusts easily, but has that trust broken easily, and once its lost, its incredibly difficult to get it back again. So when it’s a legit argument where she feels like she’s been wronged, she goes for the throat and says things she probably shouldn’t say and will feel terrible after the fact. But in the moment she’s ready to win and cut you down.

What is their dominant hand?

Left

Out of 10, how happy are they? How happy do they think they are?

She’s stressed, depressed, but very cool dressed. She’s lost her mom, coming to terms with the return of her uncle, and just wants some goddamn peace. 3/10.

[suqarjae]

barista!jackson || au

jackson wang || barista au

mark || jaebum || jinyoung || youngjae || bambam || yugyeom

flirty charismatic little shit

2728/10 customer service

there's no customer that doesn't smile when he serves them

can make any customer's mood turn positive he just has that effect on people

white button up with black cuffs and collar, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, either wears black slacks or black ripped jeans depends on his mood

switches between black vans and black dress shoes bc it depends on his pants

rarely wears his apron but it's his fault if he spills coffee on his shirt

buys at least one new shirt every month bc he keeps spilling coffee on himself but he tries so hard

excited puppy no matter the weather

he manages to get away with wearing a snapback from time to time

attaches name tag to said snapback

motivates everyone in the cafe

you can't escape his joy

it never ends

struggles to not curse every once in a while when he slips up on orders or spills coffee

likes to flirt with customers

a lot

but seriously he genuinely compliments a lot of the female customers

when they blush and get flustered he finds it adorable and gets all cute and soft for them

if they happen to flirt back then he’ll play along

overall he’s just an amazing worker

quirks and all

he can easily tell if a customer is stressed and will subtly hype them up

they won’t even realise he’s hyped them up until later on

it’s much appreciated in the long run

switches from customer service to making orders every once in a while

mainly stays on customer service bc he spills coffee a lot

he can’t make coffee well under pressure either

he gets too stressed and freezes up bc he doesn’t know what to do

and people yelling at him for freezing up isn’t the way to go either

he also loses patience quickly when it comes to making some specific coffees or teas

lowkey tries to offer healthier options like smoothies and stuffs so he doesn’t have to suffer make coffee

tbh he doesn’t particularly like making coffee but he enjoys the shit out of putting extra whip cream on top of orders and calling them out

he enjoys working there tho

he’s with his friends so he’s p much set

sometimes he forgets he's gotta speak Korean at times and starts speaking Chinese instead

realises this when the customer just stares at him with a "wtf just happened" expression

apologies profusely and continues on

until you came along and replied in Chinese telling him you're pretty sure he's meant to be speaking Korean 

gets all flustered 

when he brings you your order he's a flirty lil shit 

bc you're curious you come back about a fortnight later 

you're dressed up rather nicely and he's pretty much forgotten you 

well the fact that you understand and speak Chinese at least

your face is vaguely familiar to him

he can’t put his finger on where he thinks he might’ve seen you before

he accidentally slips into Chinese to utter "holy shit she's pretty" 

of course you pick up on it 

you get all blushy and when he starts the usual "how may I help you today" in korean 

you take the piss out of it and speak chinese and he takes a minute to process what's going on 

he realises you would've heard what he said just a minute ago 

rare blushy jackson appears

doesn’t just blush but blushes profusely

apologises and can't help but awkwardly smile

you laugh and brush it off 

you keep coming in when he's on cash register or handing out the orders 

flirts straight off the bat 

you return the flirting 

he's shocked at first bc he just didn’t expect it from you but the more often you come in it ends up becoming a thing between you two

co workers tease him about it 

keep telling him to ask you out 

says he doesn't like you like that 

lies 

all lies 

no one starts to realise how bad he’s fallen until he starts zoning out

it’s nothing too bad really

but it starts getting to the point where he’s distracted and not fully into it

like he won’t flirt as much as he used to and he feels kinda awkward when he does

but not when he flirts with you

he feels weird if you don't come in 

you've happened to catch all his shifts in the past and have memorised when he's rostered on just so you can talk to him 

but today you missed his shift 

not intentionally

you came in just as he was about to leave 

should've seen his face 

went from "get me out of here" to "there is an angel standing right before me the hecc--" 

he smiled so wide and almost hugged you 

his shift had been so shit and so stressful 

he was starting to lose it towards the end and you were his comic relief

was about to hug you but stopped himself 

you laughed bc he literally moved to hug you his arms were halfway around you before he stopped himself 

you immediately just hugged him 

he stiffened and then just kinda melted into it 

he was stressed a lot today 

he hugged you really tight and when he pulled away 

goddamn his face was flushed 

he was stuttering and apologising 

you literally just smiled and told him not to worry about it 

you ask him for his phone 

he feels like he knows what you're gonna do but is still kinda confused

hands over his phone 

is ready to grab it again bc there's some shit in his phone he's really embarrassed about 

he's got a lot of soft texts to his mum to make sure she's ok 

he loves her a lot 

is lowkey a momma's boy 

you don't learn this until later

you hand back his phone with your number saved and your name is followed by a bunch of emojis 

he laughs a bit when he sees it 

he steals your phone out of your hand from where you were copying your number from 

puts his number into your phone and hands it back 

saved his name as "the hot guy who works at the cafe" 

you can't stop smiling and he sends you a text 

"you know you're really pretty when you smile" 

and you get even more flustered 

you text him a lot

you text him even while right in front of him as he reluctantly makes you your order

just to piss him off

tho he doesn’t truely get pissed

he just rolls his eyes and smiles

you end up talking daily

been a few times where you’ve actually called each other bc at least one of you is too lazy to type

there’s also been a few nights where you’ve fallen asleep on him or he’s fallen asleep on you

you find it so cute when he does fall asleep in-call

you just hear some really soft snores on his end

and its just so cute wtf

you tease him the next day at work

he gets all shy and embarrassed

there’s been many times when you’ve fallen asleep and haven’t heard him confess exactly how he feels about you

“i love when you smile..it just makes me feel so happy? especially if i made you smile, then i just feel so much better about myself because i was able to make such a beautiful girl smile just by being myself.”

“you’re really cute...you won’t ever hear me say this to your face because i don’t have the balls, but one day i might.”

he’s confessed to a lot while you’re asleep and still on the line

and he had kept it that way until you woke up halfway through one of his mini confession sessions

you stay quiet and let him ramble, you can’t help but smile and feel all warm and fuzzy because he sounds so genuine??

plus his tired voice is probs really hot ngl

you hear him chuckle softly and then stifle a yawn

he was saying goodnight before you stopped him

thanking him for eveything he said about you

he was shocked

“wait how much did you hear??”

you repeat back what he thought he was saying to a sleeping you

the more you repeat the more flustered and blushy he gets

you can’t see his blush but you can imagine it

you spend the next two minutes giggling softly at him bc he’s so cute and adorable when he’s flustered????

he clears his throat which makes you quieten down

he softly asks you out and starts to say “you don’t have to say yes” etc

but you cut him off with an “of course, jackson”

he’s so happy 

the next day you come in and he's got the biggest grin on his face 

he can't stop smiling for the rest of the day 

the younger workers tease him so much 

he just hits them over the head lightly and scolds them jokingly

but if anyone were to ever cause harm to you then you can count on jackson being there to protect you

even if he has to protect you from his own co workers

he’ll make you coffee if you want coffee too btw

if his lady wants it then he’ll get it

even if he spills it 5 times

he will keep going until he succeeds

and that’s a silent promise he’s made to you

when he's handing you your order he always compliments you or winks or smth 

flirts like how he did before but amplified 

starts making more dirty remarks the longer you've been going out with him

you slap him gently and then give him an even dirtier remark 

leaves him flustered and hot under the collar for a good ten minutes at least 

damn he gets teased so much when his co workers notice it 

one day asked to leave early and he was allowed to but not after a shit ton of teasing 

{ caution : nsfw below }

gets to the point where you just have to look at him a certain way and he's gone 

has asked to go on break early to take care of himself 

oops 

once you were waiting for him to finish and he excused himself about 10 minutes before his shift ended to go to the bathroom 

you get a text about a minute later from him

asking you to join him

you subtly slip behind the counter and to the back 

you knock on the door and he drags you in 

picks you up straight away and sits you on the sink

wastes no time

starts massaging your thighs and kissing down your neck

your collarbone is littered with purple bruises by the time he’s finished with you

he positions himself between your thighs and plays with the waistband of your pants before just yanking it down

he traces his fingers ever so slightly over your core which makes you squirm

he’s such a tease??

you almost broke the mirror entirely because he was too eager

no one knew why or how the mirror ended up with a crack or two down the middle

or so they said

;)

[taverngoodies]

Cinder + Emerald

Cinder Fall paced back and forth in her private quarters. Her glass slippers clinked loudly as she stamped them against the cold stone tiles, anger boiling inside her chest. She was fucking PISSED. Nothing had gone right today, not a single goddamn thing, from her latest failed operation to the glass of milk she’d spilled down her dress over dinner.

It was that tempestuous rage that Emerald found herself walking into, bashfully entering Cinder’s room and closing the door behind her. She knew why she had been summoned here - when Cinder fell victim to her fiery temper, there was only one way for her to calm down, and that was by taking those frustrations out on her. Emerald owed everything to her boss and was well used to being well-used by her, but that didn’t make these occasions any less frightening. She swallowed the nerves in her throat, her flesh stirring with belied anticipation and the memories of their previous encounters.

“You c-called, Cinder?”

As mad as she was right now, Cinder licked her lips at the sight of her prey. The girl had dressed herself suitably for the part she would be playing, the clothes leaving little at all to the imagination. Her big, dusky breasts threatened to spill out of the teensy green bra that tried desperately to contain them, the fat nipples already hard and poking through the fabric. Her huge, child-birthing hips sashayed hypnotically from side to side with every lusty step she took, accentuating her thin waist and her fat ass. Those fat, rippling asscheeks! Cinder bared her teeth, hungry to sink her teeth into those chocolate globes, curtained off only by the merest layer of white silk hugging her lower body. The half-maiden closed the distance with thundering pace, and she could see from the green-haired thief’s quivering expression that she was well and truly cowed into submission. PERFECT. She wouldn’t have it any other way. She slammed a hand against the wall behind Emerald, making her squeak and jump nearly a foot in the air. But that was nothing, and with her other hand she struck the girl’s face so hard that her head cracked sideways.

“Don’t you fucking speak to me out of turn!” Her cruel words assaulted Emerald’s ears even as they rang with the power of that slap, and she cast her eyes obediently downward. She LOVED it when Cinder was like this, treating her like the naughty piece of trash she really was deep down! But she couldn’t say anything, couldn’t do anything without her master’s permission, only hope that she would make her hurt more and more, dominate her like she deserved.

Cinder hooked a finger into the flimsy ribbon tied around Emerald’s wide hips. She ripped it away with a savage grin, the feeling of total control spinning the day’s anger into sheer satisfaction. She didn’t need any fancy lingerie or aromatic candles to get her in the mood. All she needed was a walking piece of meat with two eyes, a wet little mouth, rippling curves in all the right places and enough sense in her dumb-cunt head to know EXACTLY what her place was. Emerald ticked all of those boxes wonderfully … plus one more very important factor that she would be utterly useless without. The transparent cloth tumbled away and revealed her favourite toy, the mammoth fuckstick between Emerald’s legs, eighteen CUNT-BUSTING inches of fat horse cock! The smooth mottled skin seemed to go on forever, so big that the pink, flared head swung down beyond her knees~ Emerald blushed with apparent shame, but the beast below betrayed her true feelings, the coin-sized cumhole already dripping with thick strings of pearlescent pre-slop. Cinder grabbed that huge length in her hand and squeezed tight with her vice-like grip, and PULLED hard like she wanted to rip the whole monstrous thing off. Emerald winced and chewed her lip, it hurt so bad and it felt so fucking GOOD!

“Look at this fucking thing.” Cinder yanked Emerald by the hair and forced her to stare at her cockmeat, stretching the shaft towards her as she pinned the thief in place against the wall. “It belongs on a farm animal. Are you a farm animal, Emerald?!”

“Yes, Cinder,” mumbled Emerald, tears welling in the corner of her eyes as the dark-haired beauty tormented her cock. “Yes, I’m a fucking farm animal! I’m nothing but a lowly cockpig, my only job is to serve you, to make you feel good!”

Cinder sneered and jerked off that fat meat faster. Ballpaste spewed from the tip and stained her full-length red dress in dark streaks, dripping down to coat her plump thighs and running in rivulets down to her ankles. It really was an amazing dick~ How many times had she fucked herself on this giant breedspire? Enough to turn her underling into a sex-stupid slave, for sure, but no matter how much she beat and bruised and brutalised Emerald the girl never once complained. If anything, she took the punishment more eagerly with every day. If there was such a thing as love in this world … but Cinder stopped before going quite that far as the short fuse in her erupted again. This was about HER! “Get on the bed, you fucking whore!” she commanded. She pulled Emerald by that tiny bra and swung her onto the mattress, ripping it off her at the same time. Her dark breasts bounced wildly as she landed on her back, those huge orbs of soft flesh spreading out to either side of her slender torso. That huge cock wasn’t nearly so giving, the blood coursing through every throbbing inch as it reared up in all its imposing glory, a tower of sex and slutty submission, and Cinder had made it her mission to break the bitch-breaker right back on itself.

“God, I fucking love destroying you.” She stripped out of her dress, throwing it callously into the corner and revealing her luscious curves. Fingernails dug into her breasts and mauled the fucking things, and she roared like a raging dragon as the agony became aphrodisiac. Cinder clambered onto the bed after her fuckpuppet, closing a fist and PUNCHING that fuckstick so hard that it smacked Emerald square in the stomach. It bounced straight back up, and Cinder treated herself to a quick round of cock-boxing, belting the ever-loving shit out of that rigid meatpole. Emerald cried out loud every time those fists sank into her steel-hard flesh, and it only made the next shot dig in harder. Only when the screams stopped did Cinder stop, wrapping both hands around that dick - no small feat, considering her hands couldn’t even meet in the middle of that ponderous girth - and TWISTING in opposite directions. That got Emerald to pipe back up again, shrieking fit to burst her lungs as Cinder treated her dick like a fucking Christmas cracker.

“Yes, that’s it, fucking SQUEAL for me, you cunt pig!” Cinder could feel her pussy gushing its clear fluids, the excitement finally starting to melt away her sweltering anger as she took it all out on her favourite stallion-cocked slave. “Who’s your master?! Who owns this cock?! Who owns this fucking donkey-dick, huh?!”

“YOU DO, CINDER!” Emerald was convulsing, her back arching up towards the ceiling and her fat asscheeks rippling with every spasm. Hearing her name yelled out like that, there was nothing hotter in the world~ Cinder let go of her underling’s flesh-rod, well and truly pleased with herself thus far. But she wasn’t satisfied, not truly.

“You’re goddamn right I do. And don’t you ever fucking forget it.” She stepped up and positioned herself over Emerald’s quivering body. That daunting horsecock pulsed angrily, covered in red marks and pointing straight up towards her soaking pussy, ready to exact its own punishment. But Cinder was the one in control here, and the only punishment would come if Emerald didn’t put that fat fucker to good use pleasuring her cunt! “Beg for it, you slut. Beg me to reward your worthless dick with my tight pussy!”

Emerald’s breath hitched in her throat. Cinder’s pussy was leaking its feminine cum all over her cock, slathering her in girl-drool. Holy fucking mother of god it made her wild! This was what she had been put on this earth to do, to be ridden by Cinder and that tight wet cunt, just like she had done a hundred times before. “Please, Cinder! I want to feel your fucking pussy so bad! I want to feel it clamping down around my dong, I want it to make me go crazy and shoot my gutter-trash street-urchin load! Please, fuck my dick with your superior cunt! I’m nothing but your fucktoy, so please, use me and wring me dry!”

The sheer debauchery sent shivers up Cinder’s spine. She never got tired of hearing that~ She said nothing, instead lowering herself and grinding her wet cuntlips against that massive flared head, rolling her hips about as it scraped over her clit. With one finger pressed softly against that shaft she held it in place and slowly, tauntingly, millimetres at a time, enveloped Emerald’s huge dick with her slick wet folds. Then she dropped her hips and SPEARED herself on that fuckpillar~ It was her turn to scream, impaled up to her fucking guts with horse-meat, her slave’s mighty organ pushing out the skin around her belly with the imprint of its imposing shape. Emerald’s eyes rolled all the way back into her sockets, spiralling into orgasm the moment she felt that pussy close around the base of her shaft, her master effortlessly swallowing up all eighteen inches of cockflesh. But the load she so desperately wanted to pound into Cinder never came, the black-haired goddess’s pussy strangling so tight that no seed could possibly pulse its way up through her cumtube. She wouldn’t be allowed to enjoy the bliss of her release until Cinder got herself off first.

“OOOOH that’s the stuff, that’s what I like!” Cinder slammed her body down against Emerald like a savage beast, riding her stallion with reckless abandon. The girl’s pained mewls were music to her ears and drove her fat, glistening hips up and down at furious speed, the slave’s pain becoming the master’s euphoria. She had spent a long time training Emerald’s cock to be the perfect pussy-pleaser for her rough tastes, and this was the culmination of all that hard work. A monster that always knew just how to fill her every drooling crevice in all the right places, a cock among cocks that she could use to quench her ravenous libido~ Something that could completely and utterly fuck her up, and that she could fuck up, without any need for restraint. She threw her head back, arms braced on her knees as she mercilessly pistoned that gut-busting length in and out of her cunt. “YES YES YES YES YES YES - right there! OHHHHHH my god - UHNNNNHAAAA this fucking cock is mine! This big fat dick is fucking mine and I love it! That head gouges my guts out so fucking good-NNNNNNNGH!”

She hilted Emerald’s cock inside her and howled, her tongue lolling out as a mind-bending orgasm ripped her to fucking shreds~ Fountains of femcum sprayed out from her cunt and doused that fuckmeat, splattering Emerald’s dark skin with glistening girlseed, but before Cinder’s body had even fully recovered from the earth-shattering sensations coursing through her every nerve she was bouncing away again, fucking her cunt up and down that big prick like she hadn’t missed a beat. And still Emerald wasn’t allowed to spew her jizz, the ejaculate frothing in her fat nutsack and thickening with every passing second as it was kept painfully backed up at the base of her throbbing shaft. On and on the thief-girl’s torture continued, Cinder’s juicy cunt squashing her cock with more than a dozen creaming orgasms that wrung her cockflesh like a wet towel and turned her into a shaking, fuck-ruined mess. Her seething mass of rigid fuckmeat began to flag, and when Cinder felt that steel girder in her guts slowly softening she reached down and wrapped her hands tight around Emerald’s throat, wringing her pretty little neck until her face went blue and all the blood surged back into her bestial pillar.

“Don’t you ever fucking go soft on me, you miserable little cunt, or I’ll snap your neck like a twig! You hear me?!” Her teeth bared in a cock-drunk rictus, splattering Emerald with another geyser of pearly cuntslime. She could feel it now! It was finally coming, that final bone-breaking orgasm that would put all the others before it to fucking shame, she was barrelling straight towards it, edging closer and closer with every shuddering thrust as she sank her hips down onto her glorious fucktoy, taking every inch all the way down to the balls, those fat orbs still churning and crying out to sow their gargantuan load inside her. She could feel herself teetering on the edge of that chasm of paradise, spit frothing in her mouth and dripping into Emerald’s hypnotic, flailing cleavage. The poor bitch was gasping for breath, and Cinder could fucking SEE the consciousness fading from her eyes~ The dark-haired dominator gave the tiniest smile and pulled her hands away, allowing her to pull in the oxygen she so desperately needed.

That was all it took. The sensation of air finally filling her lungs after so long pushed Emerald into a realm from which there was no return. She barely had time to inhale before she was screaming louder than ever, a wave of euphoria elevating her to paradise, and her cock fucking BULGED like a hose with a kink, stretching Cinder’s cunt beyond its normal limits and releasing the grip on her shaft. The ball-batter pooling in her swollen nuts was finally free, and it erupted like a rocket shooting for Mars, cannoning into the back of Cinder’s cunt and drowning it in a gallon of fucksludge. Cinder’s shrieking cries mingled with those of her slave as that seed obliterated her guts and pushed her over the edge, her every fibre scorched into an orgasm that turned her legs to jelly, her body collapsing as wave after wave of potent nut-gravy inundated her spasming folds. It was impossible for her to contain that titanic load, the fat ropes flooding out of her cunt and spurting over Emerald’s lower body, covering the insensate thief in a pool of her own sperm six inches deep, stretching all the way from her numb nutsack to the edge of the bed and dripping noisily onto the floor in great, sticky clumps.

Five minutes later, Emerald’s monstrous deluge had slowed to a trickle, her equine cunt-buster finally allowed to soften under its own power and sloughing out of Cinder’s cunt. The puddle of cum between her legs had already cooled and set with a consistency of pudding, and her cock slapped wetly down atop it and sent droplets spraying up into the air to land on Cinder’s supple asscheeks as she laid atop her broken fuck-slave. Dollops of cock-cream oozed from her satisfied fuck-tunnel as she revelled in her bliss, the stress of the day all forgotten. “Good job … ” she sighed, reaching up with a hand to slowly pull Emerald’s face to hers. She kissed the dark-skinned girl passionately, intently, adoringly, their tongues lapping and swirling against each other, savouring the other’s taste as their bodies intertwined, Cinder weakly grinding her hips against Emerald’s as she moaned her satisfaction into her slave’s hot, sweet mouth. Emerald was a worthless fuck-drunk gutter slut and a cock-freak to boot, but she was HER cock-freak, hers and hers alone. She was never going to let her go, not as long as she could get to feel like this!