#spritz *.• jason

[aeperol-spritz]

hi spritzy!

was wondering if you’ve got any jason todd hcs you want to share?

sunnie (@sunnie-angel)

Hi Sunnie! (@sunnie-angel)

I have a few jason hcs that i’d love to share, a mix of fluff and smut :))

so so so sorry this took so long! I wasn’t ignoring, just had a lot of life issues atm and wasn’t writing, so very sorry 🫶🏻

JASON TODD HC’s

This man is LARGE alright? like he’s 6’2, 200 pounds, so when I tell you that man EATS. he eats enough for a baseball team. Added with the fact he lived on the streets for the formative years of his life not knowing when he would eat next, he packs in food. If that so happens to carry over into sex, i’m not denying he wouldn’t love a little whipped cream and chocolate syrup

SIZE KINK!!!! not in a weird way, more so in the fact he’ll stand behind you and realise how small you are and all he can think about his how large he will look pressed up against you with a hand on your throat.

I head canon that this man hates taking risks if you’re involved. Riding his bike? he’s got all the protective gear. You’re a fellow vigilante? yeah, he’s taking lead and entering the building first. I just think he’d never risk your life over something he can prevent. Which can be overbearing at times! Like yes, you’re very capable of going to get groceries yourself.

for whatever reason I see him like refusing to admit he likes your shows or movies, but does the thing that dads do and stands in the doorway with his arms crossed and watches the full episode, not wanting to admit he’s enjoying it

A sad hc is that I feel like because he grew into his body so quickly, that he forgets he isn’t that scrawny kid in traffic light colours anymore so he does accidentally move around like he isn’t 6ft+ and 200 pounds. Kind of like a dog that’s no longer a puppy, and accidentally can hurt you if he lies on you and you have to remind him that he is quite large.

he LOVES a shoulder massage. Something about your hands working through the tough knots has him ready to propose on the spot

which leads me to my next hc that he’s a little bit of a commitment phobe. BUT when he is committed it’s just his own self worth that takes him a while to get over. SO once you grab him by the scruff like a kitten and let him know that YES you do love him, he’s all heart eyes.

[happyk44]

Underworld Jason AU where Nico is constantly equipped with a spray bottle of Phelegathon fire water because Jason keeps trying to bite his friends or dig a giant hole in the middle of the night and sometimes he has to spray him about it if he refuses to listen to the words "stop doing that"

[peach-perfumez]

no way i just saw a jason dean x reader post. ARE YOU SERIOUS THAT IS SO FUNNY

[luv-lock]

Jason Todd is a smoker .⠀.⠀.⠀.⠀⠀💭

Jason who keeps a pack of cigarettes in the inside pocket of his jacket, right next to a picture of you he swiped from your desk. Not that you’d ever know, because he’s carefully folded it so only he can see your smile.

Jason who refuses to share his lighter with anyone else. It’s not just because it’s his—it’s because your initials are carved into the side, along with a heart he scratched there himself. He says it’s “dumb” and “just a thing he did while bored,” but you know he’d gut anyone who tried to touch it.

Jason who keeps a special pack of cigarettes in his jacket pocket, only for you to see. Each one has a faint, lingering trace of your perfume. He doesn’t even smoke them half the time; he just holds them between his fingers and breathes them in when he misses you too much.

Jason who pulls out a cigarette and pauses, twirling it between his fingers, staring at it with a crooked grin before muttering, “Doll wouldn’t like me smoking this.” He lights it anyway, because he knows you’ll scold him later, and he loves the way your hands curl into fists when you pretend to be mad.

Jason who has a habit of resting the cigarette between his lips while he leans against his bike, waiting for you to finish work, but doesn’t light it until you’re there to steal it from his mouth for yourself. He doesn’t even complain when you do; he just watches, smirking as your lipstick stains the filter. “You’re ruining my tough guy image, doll,” he’ll tease, but his grin says he loves it.

Jason who asks you to hand him a cigarette, just so he can watch your fingers curl around the box. He doesn’t even need one half the time. “C’mon, princess, humor me,” he drawls, leaning back like the cocky bastard he is.

Jason who presses the cigarette to his lips, then stops halfway. “Wait—kiss me first,” he says. “You know it doesn’t taste right if I don’t get one from you.”

Jason who only smokes half a cigarette before flicking it away, mumbling something about how it’s not worth finishing if it doesn’t taste like you.

Jason who hoards all the lipstick stains left behind on the filters, collecting them in a small tin in his room like a damn psychopath. When you find it, he just shrugs. “Don’t judge me. It’s art.”

Jason who lights up only after brushing his lips over yours first, muttering, “You’re the only good thing I wanna taste tonight.”

Jason who keeps your perfume on the nightstand and spritzes it on the collar of his jacket before stepping outside for a smoke. He breathes it in between drags, imagining you’re standing there, rolling your eyes at his bad habits but still staying close.

Jason who buys the most obnoxiously expensive cigars whenever he’s on a mission far from Gotham, not because he likes them, but because he knows they’ll get your attention. “Go on, princess, try it. I know you’re curious,” he’ll say, holding the cigar to your lips like it’s a dare.

Jason who never lets the ash hit the ground when you’re nearby. He stubs it out before you can complain about the smell or give him that look. God, that look—you’re worse than Alfred, but he can’t help loving it.

Jason who swears he doesn’t have an oral fixation, even though he constantly brushes his thumb over his lower lip while watching you. He murmurs, “You’re more addictive than nicotine, you know that?” right before he presses the cigarette back to his mouth, eyes never leaving yours.

Jason who grins every time you scold him for the habit, brushing his thumb over your cheek. “Don’t worry, princess. I’m addicted to something much worse than nicotine.” And he doesn’t have to say it, because the way his eyes lock on you, like you’re the only thing that matters, tells you exactly what he means.

Jason who will smoke less if it makes you happy, even though it drives him insane when you ask him to. Says something like, “I’m already a dead man walking, doll. What’s the harm?” But he’ll throw the pack away when you glare at him because he knows you’re right, even if he won’t admit it.

Jason who once tried to quit because you asked him to, and lasted three days before he came back to you, shaking and desperate. "I’ll quit, baby, I swear. Just... just give me time, yeah?" You held him, kissed his temple, and told him you didn’t care as long as he was okay. He’s never loved you more than he did in that moment.

Jason who tastes like smoke and leather when he kisses you—rough and familiar, like coming home after a long day. Who always holds your face a little too long after, like he’s trying to burn the memory of you into his mind.

Jason who, in a rare moment of vulnerability, tells you he only started smoking again after he came back from the dead. "It reminds me I’m alive," he says, exhaling smoke into the moonlight. You lean in, press a kiss to his jaw, and tell him he doesn’t need the cigarettes to prove that.

Jason who tells himself he’ll quit someday. For you. But tonight isn’t that day. So he lights another cigarette and mutters your name like a prayer, the smoke curling around him like a ghost.

Jason who keeps one cigarette in his bedside drawer, untouched and pristine, because it’s the first one you ever kissed for him. He doesn’t smoke it. He never will. It’s a reminder that you’re his, just like every other damn thing in his life.

— MASTERLIST ☆

— © luv-lock. Don't copy, use or translate any of my works here or any other websites ☆

[gothamite-rambler]

Duke Thomas meeting Ra's Al Ghul for the first time.

Duke: SATAN!

Ra's: What? Ow!

Duke tossed a small rock at Ra's alarming the villainous man. Jason covered his mouth chuckling. Damian turned the other way so his grandfather didn't see him laughing as well.

Duke: Damian, Jason, get behind me!

Duke clasped his fingers together in the shape of a cross.

Duke: Stand back, Satan, prince of darkness!

Ra's: I'm not Satan, and I'm certainly not a mere prince!

Duke: The devil is a master of disguise, taking on many forms. Evil walks among us, hiding in plain sight.

Ra's: Okay, that’s just hurtful.

Duke kicked Ra's in the shin, causing the man to grunt in pain and crumple to the ground.

Duke: Uh huh, that’s what the magic goop does to you when you keep swimming in it! And that’s for Jason, jerk.

Ra's (weakly): Oh, for what? Teaching him how to be an actual protector of Gotham?

Duke: Of course you’d defend it! Look, if you come near me or my little brother again, I’m going to spritz you with my holy water. I've been wanting to do that for a while. Let's go, guys.

Duke stepped over the fallen man, with Jason and Damian following closely behind. Jason struggled to stifle his laughter.

Damian (turning to his grandfather): Sorry, Grandpa, but you had it coming.

Ra's (standing up): This is rare for me, pride in someone else. Sadly, it's being suffocated by my rage at being kicked in the shin!

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Duke: Stay away from him! Don’t come near us, Prince of Darkness. Damian doesn’t want you near him.

Duke sprayed Ra's Al Ghul with a spray bottle filled with water. Ra's wasn’t hurt by the water, but found it irritating to be sprayed in the face like a disobedient cat.

Ra's (eye twitching): I’m not a cat, and he’s my grandson! Damian, get—Stop spraying me!

Duke (continuing to spray): Unfortunately, you’re related, but he doesn’t want you near him if you can’t keep your promise about no ninjas.

Duke lowered the spray bottle as Ra's took a step back.

Damian (keeping a safe distance): Thanks, Duke. He wants me to enter some weird tournament, and I’m really not in the right headspace to almost die.

Duke: No problem. How did you handle beelzebub as a little kid?

Damian (shrugging): He’s not completely evil; sometimes he’d give me hard candies for winning fights.

Duke nodded, quickly spraying Ra's again when the man made a move toward him.

Duke: Back up, dude! I ain't playing. I have powers, I can vanish in this lair of yours and then beat you up!

Ra's (squinting his eyes enraged): I don’t care about you.

Ra's stormed off, grumbling under his breath. Damian picked up the spray bottle, confused.

Duke: It's just regular water, but I pretend it’s holy water.

Damian (impressed): You know, you haven't quite reached our level of strangeness, but I admire how odd you can be.

Duke (chuckling with a smile): I appreciate that, bro.

[ghostsslutss]

welcome to my bar. whatcha ya feeling tonight? vodka? wine? or just apple juice. look at the menu and place ur order in the inbox.

credits to @bunnys-kisses x

𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐒 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔?

lando norris

max verstappen

fernando alonso

charles leclerc

carlos sainz

alex albon

franco colapinto

lewis hamilton

george rusell

ollie bearmen

arthur leclerc

joost klein

ski aggu

reece welsh

jordan riki

simon ghost riley

john mctavish

phillip graves

alejandro ganarcho

jude belligham

neymar jr

matt murdock

jason todd pop

nightwing

moon knight

vladimir makarov

toto wolf

homelander

billy butcher

the deep

a train

konig

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄

vodka soda - “your boyfriend wont fuck you like this”

rum and coke - “hm what was that again? speak up little one

gin and tonic - “such a good girl. aren’t you. my pretty little puppy.”

whiskey sour - “{dirty talk in their language}”

margarita - “remember, I am in complete control. your pleasure and pain are mine to give.”

mojito - “please ive been a good boy..”

long island iced tea - “fuck your going to get us caught one day aren’t you.”

tequila sunrise - “let me take care of you, let me lead, and you'll enjoy the ride.”

martini - “whos daddy’s little slut?”

cosmopolitan - “beautiful , beautiful thing aren’t you.”

daiquiri - “shut it- shut up.”

piña colada - “be quiet they will hear us.”

old fashioned - “wonder what your father think about this.”

negroni - “I'll do anything to please you, master. Just tell me what you want.”

aperol spritz - “you will address me as 'Sir' or 'Master'. is that clear?”

moscow mule - “you'll wear this collar as a symbol of your submission to me.”

paloma - “tell me your safe word, pet. I need to know your limits.”

mai tai - “thank you for the punishment. I needed it.”

amaretto sour - “please.. just let me cum.”

caipirinha - “oh fuck , your driving me crazy.”

𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐁?

fabric (loss of virginity)

berghain (pregancy)

space (sugar daddy au)

hï ibiza (semi to public sex)

ministry of sound (enemies to lovers)

pacha (cheating)

privilege (dom x sub)

dc10 (intoxicated sex)

amnesia (university au)

printworks (alternative au)

output (age gap)

watergate (unprotected sex)

zouk (omegaverse)

exchange la (recording)

the warehouse project (phone sex)

studio 338 (pet play)

kitkatclub (cnc)

marquee (vanilla)

cavo paradiso (car sex)

liv (dirty talk)

avant gardner (gentle sex)

warung beach club (rough sex)

drai’s (mean!drink)

tunnel (aftercare)

rex club (size kink)

cielo (doggy style)

sub club (breeding kink)

egg london (cock warming)

sound nightclub (mafia au)

tresor (dumbfication)

𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐒?

fries (character x character x you)

onion rings (creator picks kinks: may be dead dove)

mozzarella sticks (creator chooses drink and club)

chips and salsa (extra spicy smut)

guacamole (more comforting smut)

[minorlyatfault]

⪩ ⪨ I'M YOUR MAN, I'M YOUR WOMAN, I'M YOUR GODDESS, I'M YOUR FOOL !

ᰔ PAIRING . . . jason peter todd !

ᰔ . . . j. todd with a silena beauregard coded! reader !

ᰔ CATEGORY . . . HEADCANONS !

ᰔ TAGS . . . silena beauregard coded!reader. romance novels on the nightstand, knives under the bed. he rolls his eyes but never misses a chapter. target dates turned emotional revelations. “i’m bad for you” type shyt & she just laughs. nail polish & tiny hearts. he reads lynn painter books & pretends not to care. protective bf but make it silent acts of love. love letters disguised as sarcasm. moral ambiguity meets pink pens & scented candles. he flinches at love but stays anyway. jason todd is confused but in loooovveee. emotional whiplash via boyfriend. mentions of trauma (lightly). softness so intense it may make him feral. you being dangerously lovable.

𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃 NOTES !

001. reader is not a demigod !! she only has silena beauregard's personality traits !! so,, this is basically how i imagine silena if she wasn't a demigod.

002. mwamwa i love u j. todd

you guys met on a bookstore.

yeah, that overused one. not very original. but,,, it's jason.

he was brooding over the thriller section & you were in the romance section holding "better than the movies" & giggling.

he glared. you caught him. smiled. & said:

"are you judging me, batboy?"

wow.

you called him batboy before you knew who he was.

because he had the jawline. the hoodie. the eternal scowl. he looked like he lived off coffee & guilt. LIKE URGHHHHHHHHHHH

you were pink. he was pain. it was inevitable.

jason was like, "who the hell is this girl & why is she sparkly & loud & giving me heart palpitations."

& then he saw how your smile disappeared when people dismissed you.

how you gave so much love even when you were tired.

& he was like. oh no.

you took the initiative. naturally.

jason is the kind of guy who'll pine for six months before he'll ask someone out.

so you snuck your number into his book when he wasn't looking.

it was in purple ink with a heart over the i in your name < 33

he texted you two days later. about time.

"so, you gonna keep stalking me in the romance aisle or are you gonna let me buy you coffee?"

you thought he hated romance.

plot twist: he doesn't.

he pretends he does, but then he read the do-over in one sitting & texted you angrily at 3am like

"i didn't expect to CARE about these people, wtf."

he never stops you from discussing your books.

like. you'll yap for a half hour about the boy next door troupe & jason just drinks his drink, nods, & maybe every once in a while says

"he sounds like a loser. i'd never take so long to kiss you."

he's talking about wes bennett btw lol

god forbid the boy to read nothing like the movies

you paint his nails.

sometimes black. sometimes glittery pink.

once you put alternating hearts & teeny knives.

he got upset. didn't remove it for a week.

you put together a "boyfriend basket."

with treats, a hoodie you spritzed with perfume, a mini version of betting on you, & a "reasons i love you" list.

he took it home like it was a grenade.

he has your lip gloss on.

not on accident.

you kiss him so much he just ends up with glitter on his mouth.

you're always laughing & brushing it off. (he lowkey doesn't like you to.)

you sob during movies. & jason panics every single time.

he's like

"do i kill someone?

do i get tissues?

do you need chocolate?"

& you're like

"no i'm just emotionally invested in this fictional couple."

he doesn't understand but he hugs you anyway.(he's very stiff though, he's adjusting !!)

you go to target solely to vibe.

jason rolls the cart.

you toss in candles & bath bombs & glitter pens.

he pretends to sigh but secretly adoresssssss every moment of it.

you do vision boards !!

yours has pink sunsets, flowers, love quotes.

jason's has like… knives & motorcycle pieces.

but you got him to put one soft picture on it.

it's a fuzzy polaroid of you. you !!

he keeps it stuck to his helmet now.

you rant.

jason listens.

doesn't always respond immediately.

but hours later he'll return & say something like,,,

"you make me feel like i'm not broken."

& then just walk away like he didn't just devastate you emotionally. LIKE??? cruel man.

you're the first human being to ever make him feel safe. ( esp,, after,,, yk. )

like, he comes into your apartment & suddenly his shoulders relax, his breathing eases, & he's like, "this is home." not a place. you.

you make him playlists.

one for each mood.

"kiss me slow," "bad day vibes (hug edition),"

he listens to them on patrol.

every time.

you get him ready for date nights.

"jason. seriously. no more black everything."

he'll wear the shirt you've selected & complain through the entire process.

but you see him glance at himself in the mirror. just slightly.

he doesn't tell you "i love you" first. he tells him

"don't die"

&

"text me when you get in"

&

"i got that stupid tea you like."

& finally,,,,,

"i don't know how to do this. but i'm trying. because it's you."

:((((

you're all he didn't realize he was missing.

quiet. loud. gentle. shiny.

you have your heart like a crown & kiss his scars like verse.

& somehow▰somehow▰you make him feel like perhaps he's worthy of it. ( he is. )

[maxxxineminxxx]

I wanna be more part 2 || eddie munson

part one: https://www.tumblr.com/maxxxineminxxx/730923192165826560/i-wanna-be-more-eddie-munson?source=share

warnings: angst, jealousy, cussing, underage drinking, kissing.

summary : y/n attends the party she was unsure about going to, only to find out that Eddies there as well with his "girl?'' Eddie is still ignoring y/n and she is determined to find out why.

A/n; I decided on making a part two I hope its okay. I tried to finish this part and upload it as fast as i could so if there is any errors let me know!

You haven't spoken to Eddie all week, and every attempt to catch his eye seems to fail. The guys from Hellfire, while friendly, are just as clueless about Eddie's behaviour as you are. You've missed being with them, but with the way Eddie's been acting, you doubt he'd even want you around at this point. You can't shake the feeling that he's got Roxanne as a stand-in for you. The two of them seem awfully close.

Yesterday was the first day of the week that you had biology, Eddie was in the same class as you and sat right next to you so you thought you would finally be able to maybe get him to even acknowledge your presence. But he didn’t in fact he didn’t even sit next to you he moved his seat and sat next to Roxanne instead. The two of them giggling the entire lesson.

The cheerleaders have been persistent in trying to convince you to go to the party tonight, but all you really want to do is wallow in self-pity. On Saturday nights, you and Eddie would have your cherished movie nights. This tradition had been going strong since you were twelve, and you hadn't missed one. But tonight, you couldn't help but feel that it would mark the first Saturday where this tradition would be broken. Eventually, though, you decide that it might be good to take your mind off the situation and distract yourself for a couple of hours by going to this party.

As you approach Olivia's house, its exterior gives off elegance and warmth. The well-maintained structure stands as a testament to a comfortable and inviting abode. Olivia's mother graciously welcomes you inside. Following the lively symphony of girlish laughter, you navigate through the house. The source of the cheerful laughter and singing leads you to a room where a flurry of activity unfolds. The air is scented with cosmetics, a delightful blend of powders and perfumes.

 Within this lively environment, a group of girls are engaged in the transformative ritual of hair and makeup, each one a portrait of focused determination. Some of them in pairs, offering assistance and sharing opinions on outfits. The room is vibrant with colour, style, and a shared sense of excitement as they prepare for the party soon.

"y/n, get over here so I can get started on your makeup," Chrissy said to you, patting the spot next to her on the bed. You complied and settled in, letting her work her magic.

Meanwhile, Layla declared herself the outfit maker and designer, convinced that jeans were a no-go for a party. You observed as Carol and Olivia playfully teased each other and spritzed their hair.

 "y/n, you're up next for hair," Olivia informed you, stealing glances at her own reflection.

“y/n is there anyone you like?” Chrissy asked as she finished up your blush. “Yeah, but I don’t really think he likes me back like that, he kind of only sees me as a friend.” You admitted to her, she looked at you with pitiful eyes. “Well, his loss yeah?” you hummed in agreement and carol placed her hands on your shoulders and then spoke. “Hold your breath unless you want to pass out from inhaling too many hairspray fumes, I’ve learnt from experience.”

 This was going to be a long night. Slightly uncomfortable too, outfit wise.

Arriving at Jason's house, a wave of discomfort washed over you. The dress you wore hugged your form, its hemline leaving you feeling more exposed than you were used to. Layers of makeup adorned your face, a foreign sensation that you tried to ignore. Taking a deep breath, you pushed those sensations aside, determined to make the most of the evening. A break from the Eddie situation was much needed.

Compliments from fellow partygoers began to flow, and you couldn't deny the boost to your confidence. It made the uncomfort worth it. Though you couldn't ignore the lingering gazes from the basketball team. In the kitchen, an entire table was dedicated to a bunch of alcoholic drinks. You poured some into a cup, leaning against the counter as you took a sip. It was a moment of peace before you had to socialize. Although it didn't last very long before the girls were running up to you. The girls all come rushing up to you, whispering in hushed tones among themselves.

"Oh my god, you're never going to believe who even dared to attend tonight," Layla announces to the group, imitating a gag. "Eddie Munson and Roxanne are here together," she adds.

 You scan the room, and there they are.

The sting of hurt cuts deep, a familiar ache settling in your chest. It's a harsh truth you've come to accept - Eddie's reluctance to attend parties with you is a wound that never seems to fully heal. No matter how much you plead, his answer is always the same: a resolute no. You've always turned down invitations like this because Eddie didn't enjoy them, and you didn't want to go without him.

You wonder if he would have done the same for you. And now, he's here, amidst it all, with her. She likely didn't need to utter a plea, a thought that only adds to the pain. You watch as she leans into his side, and he holds her close. Your gaze remains fixed on them until your eyes meet Eddie's. He looks at you, then turns to Roxanne, whispering something in her ear. They both giggle.

The alcohol begins to work its gentle magic, enveloping you in a comforting warmth. Leaning into Jason, who's positioned himself protectively between you and Carol, you find solace in his presence. It's surprising, yet oddly comforting. He places a protective arm around your waist.

“you, okay?” he asked with genuine concern you nod and give him a smile. “Just tired.”

Jason had promised to be your protector, ready to confront any guy who overstepped boundaries and made you uneasy. His genuine concern touched you deeply, especially when you confide your uncertainty about the party during your lunch conversation. As the party swirls around you, the noise and bright lights closing in, you start to feel slightly overwhelmed.

You stumble towards the front porch, craving the cool embrace of fresh air and a moment of peace. The alcohol has taken its toll, pushing you on the edge of emotions. Your heart aches for a chance to talk to Eddie, to find out the reason for his distance.

Lost in your thoughts, you settle onto the porch, consumed by all your questions and concerns. It takes a moment before you even register the presence beside you. Glancing over, your breath catches in your throat. There's Eddie, his expression etched with deep contemplation. It appears he, too, is lost in his own world, unaware of your arrival. The weight of your unspoken connection hangs heavy in the air between you.

But when he finally noticed you, he stood up, already ready to head back inside and ignore you once again. But you grab his arm before he can enter the house once more. Your voice trembles with frustration and hurt as you confront Eddie. His attempts to avoid your gaze only fuel your determination.

“Why are you ignoring me, Eddie? I think I deserve a damn explanation," you press your grip on his arm firm. His response feels like a dismissive blow.

"I don't know what you mean," he mutters, a fake innocence in his tone that grates against your raw emotions. It's as if he's trying to gaslight you, making it seem like you've imagined this distance.

"You don't know what I mean? How about how you ignored me all weekend, and then still didn't speak to me at school, no matter how many times I tried to reach out to you?" Your words hang in the air, heavy with the weight of your broken connection. The ache of longing for an explanation pulse through you, demanding acknowledgment.

Eddie's fingers dance nervously over his rings, a visible sign of his stress. He lets out a shaky exhale, struggling to find the right words. "I Dunno," he mumbles, his voice laced with uncertainty.

Your frustration grows, demanding an answer. "What do you mean you don't know? You just woke up and decided you were going to ignore me for no reason, huh?" The hurt and confusion well up within you, desperate for an explanation. You feel your eyes swell up with tears, and you blink them away, worried about messing up your makeup. Eddie’s confession hangs heavy in the air, each word dripping with sincerity and vulnerability.

"I love you, y/n, so much it scares me," he admits, his emotions laid bare.

"I've been working up the courage for years to ask you out or say something, but I figured you would never see me that way, and then I'd ruin our entire friendship. So I needed to get over you. And I couldn't do that by seeing you all the time, I only came to this stupid party to make sure you were okay,” he admits ‘’i even asked Roxanne to help me i don't know, maybe make you jealous, see if you even cared.’’

The sight of you with Jason seems to further drive home the point for Eddie, a bitter confirmation of what he feared. "But you look pretty cozy over there with Jason, so it looks like you couldn't care less," he concludes, his tone laced with hurt. Your heart aches, the weight of his words settling in. This is a mess of misunderstanding.

His words leave you momentarily speechless. He wants more than just friendship, and the weight of that realization settles in, both thrilling and terrifying. As he turns to leave, you find your voice, a mixture of surprise and longing colouring your words.

"Eddie, wait." But you've answered too late; he's already walking towards his car to leave. You run after him, yelling out his name, and he finally looks back at you.

The weight of the moment hangs heavy in the air as you try to muster the words. "Eddie wait” But your attempt at an explanation is abruptly cut off.

His voice trembles with pain, a raw vulnerability in his eyes. "Y/n, save it okay? I don't want to hear it," he interjects, his tone laced with sadness. His words struck you like a blow, and in that vulnerable moment, you couldn't hold back any longer. "I love you too," you confessed, the truth tumbling from your lips as he moved towards his car. You couldn't bear to watch him leave, to be ignored again. You had to tell him now.

As he turned to look at you, his face registered shock and disbelief, a thousand emotions dancing across his features. The weight of your unspoken feelings hung heavily between you, a bridge waiting to be crossed. He moved closer to you. So close that you could feel his breath fanning over your face. “Say that again,” he asked, tucking some of your hair behind your ear and locking eyes with you.

“I love you, Eddie.” He cupped your face with both his hands, and you felt his lips crash into yours creating an electrifying connection that sent shivers down your spine. It was a passionate moment filled with desire and longing. Our bodies pressed against each other as if trying to merge into one. Time seemed to stand still as we lost ourselves in the intensity of the kiss. The kiss was hungry and passionate. You had been waiting for this moment for what felt like forever. He broke away from the kiss and looked at you with a smirk. “I haven't told you how beautiful you look tonight,” he said, his hands roaming your body. You blushed and hid your face in his neck. He held you close, pressing kisses to your cheeks.

‘’Please don’t ignore me again Eddie, i wish you would have spoken to me " you said attempting to make the situation serious again so you could understand how he was feeling.

"I know, I know I should've just told you how I was feeling, but I just couldn't,” he admitted softly. You brushed his bangs out of his face and watched as he gathered his thoughts.

“i didn't know how to talk to you about it or even approach the situation, i thought that if i admitted it to you i would mess it up and become a stuttering mess, ‘m sorry.” he expressed to me, he buried his face into the crook of my neck for a moment before he pulled away and looked at me with a smirk.

 “So what's this I'm hearing about you loving me huh?”

 “Eddie, stop, I'm still mad at you,” you said, fighting the urge to smile.

“Nonoo y/n you love me’’ “Y/N L/N LOVES EDDIE MUNSON’’ he screamed on top of his lungs “Eddie people are staring” you laughed and tried to cover his mouth with the palm of your hand.

“Let them stare, I'm only telling the truth.’’ he leaned in to kiss you once more. “How about I make it up to you with a milkshake?” “Only if its chocolate”

You and Eddie walked hand in hand to his van. It felt like a dream, the reality of your shared feelings sinking in with each step. The joy in your heart was palpable, unable to tear your gaze away from him, grateful that he felt the same way you did.

“y/n do you know what this means” he looked over at me and was suddenly extremely serious. “A cheerleader is in love with me.’’

“You are actually such a dork” you say as you grab his hand to hold whilst the two of you walk over to his van. “Yeah, but I’m a dork that you love.”

tags: (i hope this is everyone tumblr wasnt allowing me to tag some ppl so if i missed anyone im so sorry )

@thedyingwriter @daisyridleyyyy @munsonzgf

@sazifer @hufflepuffobsessedwithmarvel @sashaphantomhive

@boomitsallie1 @emma77645 @ziggeddie @ahoyyharrington

@inesven

[ivysangel]

i had an epiphany. you’re home, trying on some clothes to go out and getting dolled up and whatnot, and while shuffling through different outfits you try on a bra that’s just a little too tight and pushes your tits out in a way that makes him go feral. safe to say you’re late for the function.

~🥀

i think jason would so be a tits guy. like maybe i'm projecting bc i like tits but idk. i feel like he would def appreciate a nice rack.

you're flipping through your clothes, moving hangers back and forth, trying to find something suitable to wear, and you've got the bra on that's a cup too small. you're only wearing it because you were curious if it still fit, and you never intended for anyone to see you in it, let alone jason who was also getting ready.

alas, the outfits weren't coming together, and now you were stuck tearing apart your closet while jason was already pretty much done, save for a couple of cufflinks and a spritz of cologne here and there.

he comes out of the bathroom to check on you and is only briefly confused about your lack of clothing before being intrigued by said lack of clothing. you're up on your tip toes, reaching for something on a higher shelf, back arched and chest sticking out as you stretch the absolute farthest you can in an attempt to grab whatever it is you're looking for.

the whole time he's admiring the way your boobs spill out of your bra. soft and supple and so so eyecatching and so so distracting and- he comes up behind you, reaching over your head, and grabs the item your fingers were barely grazing, and you turn to look at him, all breathless from the effort you'd just put in. chest heaving up and down, tits overflowing out, of your bra, face slightly flushed, and seemingly frustrated at your lack of clothing, you're quite a sight, and he's looking unashamedly.

His finger hooks under one of the bra straps, and he runs it up and down the smooth material before looking you in the eye and pulling off your shoulder. It doesn't take a genius to know where this is going, and you might've made an argument about how you needed to be punctual, and you couldn't do that if you wasted 45 minutes that you didn't have to get off. but right at that moment, the sweet relief that came with jason fucking you senseless seemed infinitely better than any kind of schmoozing with people you didn't even like that much.

he didn't even wanna go anyway.

[aeperol-spritz]

MASTER LIST

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DICK GRAYSON

• drabble

• jealous dick drabble

• no hands drabble

• dick being a brat

• in front of a mirror

ROY HARPER

• drabble

• in the back of his truck

WALLY WEST

• drabble

JASON TODD

• head-canons

HAL JORDAN

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[bluejaysandblackbats]

Keepsafes

Fandom: Batman, DC Comics

Summary: AU where Martha and Thomas survive, and they adopt the batkids.

Chapters: 47/?

Characters: Bruce Wayne, Thomas Wayne, Martha Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Harvey Dent, Dick Grayson, Cassandra Cain, David Cain, Talia al Ghul, Damian Wayne, Jason Todd, Tim Drake

Relationships: Thomas Wayne/Martha Wayne/Alfred Pennyworth, BruHarvey, BruTalia

Additional Tags: Canon Divergent AU, Hurt/Comfort, Bruce Wayne is Not Batman, Angst, Alfred Pennyworth Knows All, Bruce Wayne Only Has One Child, Bruce Wayne is Not An Only Child, Bi Bruce Wayne

Chapter Forty-Seven: Want

Bruce stood at the table, waiting for his hosts to sit. Talia’s father whispered something to her, and Talia nodded, smiling at Bruce as she replied in kind. Talia gestured with an open palm toward the food. “You should eat. I’m sure you were in for a fright earlier,” Talia whispered, “My father’s name is Ra’s. I don’t think I told you that before.” 

“What’s going to happen to me?” Bruce asked before taking a bite. 

Talia looked at her father. “No harm will come to you. You have my word… In fact, I want to explain something to you and once I explain, I would like to hear your decision,” Ra’s replied, “But first… We should enjoy our meal.” 

Bruce nodded. “Thank you for your hospitality… But, I have another question that simply cannot wait,” Bruce stated, “Were you the ones who insisted I be hunted for days on end? What did I do?” 

Talia opened her mouth to speak, but she quickly bowed her head and continued to eat. “I did. You were not supposed to be here, but I was impressed with how long you endured and avoided capture. These are some of my best fighters and trackers—. Bruce, what is your goal?” Ra’s asked. 

“To protect my parents at all costs,” Bruce answered, without hesitation. Talia looked up and smiled. 

**

Harvey lay on the floor behind his desk at work, and Gilda buttoned her blouse. “Gilda, I can’t believe we did that,” Harvey whispered as he wriggled back into his trousers. Gilda grinned and pulled her brush out of her purse. 

“Can I be honest?” Gilda asked as she fanned herself. Harvey nodded. “I had a lot of fun.”

“You’re gonna give me a heart condition,” Harvey whispered as he buttoned his shirt. He sat up and started tucking his shirt in his pants, leaning forward to let Gilda brush his hair back into place. His phone rang, and he reached up, quickly answering. “Hello?” 

“Harvey, are you in your office?” the current DA asked. 

“Yes. I was having lunch with my fiancée. Do you need some paperwork?” Harvey asked as he playfully brushed Gilda’s lip with his thumb. 

“Actually, no. My wife got something for you and Gilda to celebrate your engagement, and I was wondering if I could bring it to you before I forget,” he answered. Harvey looked at Gilda as she took his thumb into her mouth, and he swallowed hard. 

“Yeah. Sure. That’s so kind of you both. We’ll be here,” Harvey answered. Gilda pulled his hand away as she squinted at him. Harvey stood up with her, and they quickly gave each other the once-over before Harvey zipped up and buckled his belt. The DA hung up, and Harvey checked the phone before looking Gilda in the eye. “Redding’s wife got us a gift… Do you have my cologne in your—?” Gilda spritzed him before spritzing herself with her perfume. “Thank you.” 

“How do I look?” Gilda asked. Harvey spun her around. 

“So far out of my league it physically hurts,” Harvey complimented. Gilda grinned. 

Gilda opened the door for Redding and shook his hand. “Hello, Mr. Redding,” Gilda sweetly smiled. 

“Hi, Gilda. My wife wanted me to give this to you two kids,” Mr. Redding replied as he gave Gilda a large box. “You can open it, so we know whether or not to get you something else.”

Harvey took the box from her and kissed her cheek before placing it on his desk for Gilda to open. She gently tore off the gift wrap and opened the box to reveal a set of Arcopal harlequin teacups. Gilda covered her mouth and gasped. “How did you—? I’ve wanted this set since I was a little girl. My mother sold the set my grandmother had—.” Gilda looked at Harvey, and he looked at Mr. Redding. 

“Thank you. This is a beautiful gift, Mr. Redding,” Harvey whispered as he kissed Gilda’s forehead. 

**

Talia walked beside Bruce down the seemingly endless corridors. “Bruce, how are you feeling?” Talia asked. 

“Have you ever slept so well that you wake up and—? Talia, can I ask you something? How can I repay you?” Bruce questioned. 

Talia laughed and shook her head. “My father and I are very different people. We have similar dreams for this planet that we live on. I don’t think you’re a threat to our dream. Besides, I’ve seen you before you came to this island. Several times actually,” Talia confessed. Bruce’s eyes widened, and he stopped in the corridor. “When someone starts to train with the best fighters in the world, we make it a point to look into their history. You’ve worked with some of the deadliest people alive, yet you’ve never taken a single life. You’ve honed your skills for twelve years and have never truly used those skills to harm another human being. Why is that?” 

Bruce looked into her eyes, and he could see decades of hurt. “I don’t want to hurt anyone,” Bruce answered. I just want my family to be safe… How long have you been watching me?” 

“Quite a while… So, I know about your sister. Who she is… Who her birth parents are…” 

“You know about David and Shiva?” Bruce asked. Talia nodded as she took his hand and gestured to her left. “My sister isn’t a threat to anyone. She’s just a child—.”

“I know,” Talia replied. Bruce grew silent, and she glanced at him. “Please tell me about your mother.” It was the sweetest question. Bruce lit up at the question. 

“Mom’s great. It’s like we can look at each other, and she knows exactly how I’m feeling. No one understands me like she does… which means no one can upset me like her. She drives me nuts, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. My mom’s a saint on her best days, but she can be a spitfire when you tick her off. I’ve seen her reduce people to tears with a handful of words and a look,” Bruce laughed, “I used to be so scared of making her mad because I thought she’d tear me to shreds… But she’s always been the softest place to land whenever I fell.” 

“And your father?” Talia asked. 

“Well, that’s a bit complicated. I see two men as my father. My birth father and Alfred. Alfred’s known my father for so long… My birth father, Thomas, is the goal. I want to be as gentle as he is. His heart is too big for his own good. He loves children and ballet… Oh, he’s obsessed with ballet. You should see how he lights up. 

“Alfred seems much more stern than he actually is. Alfred’s a big softie, but he’s always been my rock when things got bad. He keeps us all going. That’s how I know my family’s okay. As long as Alfred’s there, everything’s okay,” Bruce replied. 

Talia smiled at him. “Stability, warmth, and understanding,” she whispered. 

“What?” Bruce asked. 

“That is what matters most to you. That is what drives you,” Talia answered without explaining the meaning behind it. 

**

Thomas took the thermometer out of Dick’s mouth. “One-oh-two. How’s your stomach?” Thomas asked as Dick kicked off his blankets. 

Dick tossed and turned. “It’s too hot,” Dick mumbled. 

Thomas doused a towel in lukewarm water and wrung it out before dabbing Dick’s forehead. “How did you get so sick, kiddo?” Thomas questioned as Dick��s phone started to ring. “You can answer it.”

Dick picked up the phone, but he started feeling woozy. “Hello,” Dick rasped without looking at the caller ID. “Oh man… You’re kiddin’... I gotta go.” Dick rolled out of bed and covered his mouth as he went to the bathroom and threw up in the doorway. “Oh no—.”

“Dick, it’s fine. I’ve got it,” Thomas replied. Dick pressed his forehead against the doorpost. Thomas got up on his cane and rubbed Dick’s back. “Who was that?” 

“Sylvie from gymnastics camp,” Dick mumbled. 

“I sense a little bit of animosity there, Dick,” Thomas whispered. 

Dick took a short breath. “I snuck her in a few nights ago. We weren’t doing anything… Just kissing, and her friends came to get her—. She gave me the flu and even worse, she got it by playing spin the bottle and kissing a bunch of other—.” Dick took a moment to stave off another wave of nausea. 

“Okay—.”

“You’re mad,” Dick mumbled without opening his eyes. 

“I’m not mad. I’m going to ask you a question, and I just want you to be honest with me. There aren’t any consequences for it. Are you and Sylvie—?”

“I’m fourteen years old. I just barely got through health class. Trust me, that’s not even on my mind right now,” Dick interrupted. 

 “Good. That’s good to hear. No more sneaking girls in, though. I need to know who is in the house at all times… And I’m pretty sure her parents would’ve assumed you did a lot more than kiss if they knew she was here,” Thomas replied, “I need to get vinegar from Alfred. I’ll be right back… Get back in bed.”

**

Martha sat in near-silence as she played with Cassandra’s hair. “How are you feeling?” Martha asked. 

“Sad,” Cassandra answered. 

“Are you sad because Daddy almost got hurt? Or are you sad because you didn’t want to hurt your—? Are you sad because you didn’t want to hurt David?” Martha asked. Cassandra didn’t answer. 

“Love makes us want to be good, but… I don’t feel good,” Cassandra explained. 

Martha got out of her chair to crouch in front of Cassandra and hold her hands. “I think you are a good person. I think you don’t like to hurt people… And I will never be angry at you for something that happened before I knew you. This is your home now. We love you. We want you here. Because you are good,” Martha emphasized as she let go of Cassandra’s hands and opened her arms. “Mommy loves you so much.”

“I love you,” Cassandra whispered as she hugged Martha. “But I did bad things. I killed.”

“That is what you were taught to do… You are not a bad person. You made a mistake because you didn’t know any better. People make mistakes all the time. You will learn and grow, and we will be here to help you make good decisions. I promise,” Martha whispered. 

“You are not scared,” Cassandra whispered in shock.

Martha chuckled. “Why would I be scared of my sweet little girl?” Martha questioned with all the genuine warmth and honesty that Cassandra needed to feel okay again.

[laylasverse]

🍵 + 🍒 + 🥂 for the ask game !

SHIFTING S/O ✶ ASK GAME ( 🍵 🍒 & 🥂 )

౨ৎ answering for my better cr.

( 🍵 ) : STRAWBERRY MATCHA . . . what scents remind you of your relationship? maybe this is a perfume or cologne your lover wears, a candle scent that reminds you of the soothing energy you feel around them, or an essential oil you spritz on your pillow before shifting.

i've said this before but jason smells like the better homes & gardens candle "warm leather & amber". but besides that, the scent right after it rains and the sun starts shining against the wet grass, the buttered popcorn you get from a movie theater, and fresh laundry, all remind me of our relationship.

side note, i always make jason go outside with me after it rains. i always jump in the puddles just to get his pants wet so then he gives me that glare before he chases me around the yard.

( 🍒 ) : CHERRY COLA . . . when you think of them, what is the first song or lyric that sparkles into your mind? why does this remind you of them or your relationship?

moon river by frank ocean. it was the first song i showed jason. it quickly became our song. he really likes to post us to the song on his instagram & tiktok. he tore up that trend "moon river... & me".

"wherever you're goin', i'm goin' the same . . . two drifters off to see the world."

( 🥂 ) : MORNING MIMOSA . . . how do you celebrate your achievements together? what do you do to encourage each other to fulfill your dreams + goals: is it through words of affirmation? or perhaps having dinner ready for when you get home after a long day of work?

we always go to our favorite mexican restaurant in town & get some sweet treat after. it's a tradition we've had for four years. when i first got my license i drove across town to his house and made him go eat with me.

[beardedmrbean]

Bad Dragon is suing SinSaint over copyright infringement of their dildo designs. What I want to know is, can you copyright the shape of a dog's dick? Because if you can, you shouldn't be able to.

I did knot need to hear about this one.

one more pun

TSG is gonna be one of the more reputable sources for this one

MARCH 25--A manufacturer of “fantasy-themed sex toys” has accused an upstart Brooklyn, New York firm of knocking off its distinctive designs, according to a federal lawsuit alleging that the defendant has infringed on copyrights for dildos such as “Spritz the Seadragon” and “Tyson the Water Buffalo.”

In a March 20 complaint filed in U.S. District Court in Arizona, Bad Dragon Enterprises contended that its “sculptural” products have been illegally copied by SinSaint, which is headquartered in a Coney Island warehouse and advertises that all its “Ethically Manufactured” toys are “made in Brooklyn, USA.”

Bad Dragon, which noted that it has had “significant commercial success” in the adult toy field, alleged that SinSaint has been selling the duplicative dildos through its website and other trade channels, including the recent AVN Adult Entertainment Expo in Las Vegas (where the new firm’s exhibitor booth was next to that of the all-nude Palomino strip club).

The lawsuit identifies 13 separate dildos that Bad Dragon claims have been copied (and renamed) by SinSaint, which was incorporated in New York last year. The colorful silicone toys feature scales, tentacles, suction cups, and other design elements meant to mimic the genitalia of dragons, sea creatures, and other fantastical characters.

Some of the Bad Dragon products that SinSaint is accused of swiping are “Kelvin the Ice Dragon,” “Stan the T. Rex,” and “Vergil the Drippy Dragon.” SinSaint has not been accused of pirating other Bad Dragon offerings like “Jason the Demogorgon” or “Cuttlefish of Cthulhu.”

According to the lawsuit, SinSaint’s counsel last month stated that the company had begun removing “some of the allegedly infringing listings for product redesign.” This response, Bad Dragon contended, was “unacceptable,” adding that it “continues to be harmed by Defendant’s ongoing, unlawful conduct.”

The Bad Dragon complaint seeks an order enjoining SinSaint from continuing any further alleged

copyright infringement and seeks “disgorgement of all of Defendant’s profits” related to the artificial penises. The company may also seek statutory damages of up to $150,000 for each of the dildos in question.

For more than a decade, Bad Dragon has sought trademark and copyright protection for various product lines. While often successful, the firm’s application to trademark its “Cum Tube” was abandoned after a government attorney rejected the ejaculating dildo because the “applied-for mark consists of or includes immoral or scandalous matter.” The application included a very NSFW image, which can be found on the U. S. Patent and Trademark Office website.

According to an August 2023 trademark application, SinSaint’s owner is Oleg Semenenko, 50, a resident of Brooklyn’s gated Seagate community. Semenenko lives less than a mile from SinSaint’s warehouse, which shares an address with GlobMarble, an industrial molds business for which Semenenko is listed as “manager” in a separate trademark application filed this month.

In a brief interview today, Semenenko was asked how a dildo firm grew out of his original business. “We work with rubber,” he replied. Semenenko dismissed Bad Dragon’s claim that its products were unique and original: “How can octopus hand can be your idea?” (4 pages) ____________________________________________

Hope the judge that did the recent trump case gets this one, even though I know that's basically impossible, just the thought of making him listen to hours of testimony about how these rubber fantasy dildos are protected by copyright or trademark law, or something like that is funny to me.

It's not a revenge thing wanting it, just a keep him humble thing. I know you think you're hot shit now, so here listen to these arguments for a bit.

Totally different note, I'm wondering how long until the discourse starts up, or if it has already started up, where using horse dildos is either bestiality or a gateway to bestiality because what with the way people treat cartoons of fictional people I can't imagine it's far off or not already here.

Look to japan for the tentacle ones.........

[s3l3n3-volturi666]

In The Club

Based on this :⬇

Contents : smut , fluff , Angst (small) , Spencer being protective , FBI/CM Jargon.

I didn't feel comfy doing a Strip Club so did an ordinary club sorry. Hope you still like it!

When Estelle Jackson and the Team are told that to catch the Unsub for this case two people have to go undercover , nerves rise and Spencer tenses up.

Estelle POV:

"Who are the two people undercover?" I ask and Hotch sighs. "You and JJ." He says and Spencer storms out of the Room. "Spencer!" I run after him. I find him sat in a somewhat lit office , overthinking. "Spence. I'm going to be okay , I promise." I kiss his temple and he looks close to tears. "Cry and I end up in tears." I remind him. "I can't lose you. You're my everything , Stella!" He cries out and I hug him to my chest. "I will wear the dress and shoes love me to wear. Will that make up for the stress you'll put yourself through?" I ask and he nods. "Hey , Elle? We need to go get ready for the Undercover Job." JJ peeks her head into the office. "Be right there!" I shout and kiss Spencer briefly on the cheek. "Can we stop by my Apartment? I need my outfit from there." I ask JJ who nods.

(Estelle's outfit :

Not my images you can pick JJ's.)

"You look stunning , Elle." JJ smiles as we head into the club. We head to the Bar and she shows our ID'S. "Rekordelig Strawberry and Lime Cider and an alcoholic Elderflower spritz please , Jacob." I tell the Bartender. He nods and I smile. "3 little birds to my left. " I whisper into the hidden Mic , looking like I was talking to JJ with my head on my wrist. Out of the corner of my eye on our 7th night undercover I spot the Unsub moving in to sit by me. "Hello , sexy lady." He flirts and I chuckle. Unamused. "Hi. What's your name , sir?" I ask and internally vomit. He is SO not my type. "Jason Roberts. What's you and your friends names , Gorgeous?" He asks and I smile falsely. "Persephone Bureau and Aphrodite Bureau." I shrug and he nods , falling for it. I hum softly and sip my drink. "So , Persephone. What do you study at the University?" He asks and I chuckle darkly. "Psychology , Hospitality and Catering , Criminal Minds 101 and Profiling 101. " I list off the subjects that I did and he nods. "Hades and Ares , our Boyfriends of 5 years are over there. Don't worry about them though. We're interested in YOU." JJ says and Spencer glares at Jason who's hand retreats from my personal space. We chat for about half an hour or more and I retain all of the intel."Well then. How about we drink to this acquaintance?" He suggests and I nod as I notice Spencer walking over. "Petal. Let's go to a back room? I want you , baby. " He goes along with the lie and I follow him eagerly. He locks the door and pulls me onto his lap. I grind on him as I tell him all we learnt from our chat with Jason Roberts and he moves my hips faster , I can feel him twitching in his pants as he runs his hands over my body whilst I rock my hips harder than I was. "We should head back out there. We can continue at the Hotel." I promise him and he groans softly , adjusting himself so that his boner isn't visible. We get out there and I notice what Jason did to JJ's drink and mine so I down them both , JJ 's jaw drops and I cuff Jason. "Jason Roberts you are under arrest for the kidnapping and murder of innocent Catering Students. Anything you say or do CAN and WILL be used against you in Court." I feel fuzzy but shrug it off and drag him out to Hotch. I shut the door and feel myself falling to the floor as I begin to feel like a Helium Balloon. "STELLA! ESTELLE! Stay with me! Please! I can't lose you as well! " I hear Spencer sobbing onto my chest as I black out.

Spencer POV:

Jacob walks out and he gasps softly , shocked. "I will testify that Jason drugged both drinks. I'm pretty sure that he made the drugs. He puts the drug in their drinks when they're distracted and kidnaps them once unconscious." Jacob says and I nod , JJ is sobbing into Derek's chest. "She used Bureau as their last names. A clue to me that if anything happened to you or herself and the two gents didn't see to signal to them." Jacob adds and I realise that he's good and trustworthy. "Call an Ambulance!" Derek says but Jacob sighs. "No phone service. Radio to the Aorta Med Centre on the University Campus. Ask for the drug antidote. Jason Roberts was friends with the one who made said antidote. Her name is Talia Black." Jacob walks back inside.

-3 Days Later @ The Med Centre -

She coughs as she shoots upright. I hug her tightly , sobbing into her shoulder. "Don't cry , my sexy Genius." She whispers and I nod. "Doc! Can you send in our team." I ask and JJ gently 'tackles' Stella in a hug and sobs. "Don't cry , Dove. You'll smudge your make-up." She shushes JJ'S sobs and Hotch swats Stella's head. "Don't nearly die on us again. Hopefully Spencer will Shower and Eat now." He says and I shrink down as she raises an eyebrow. "I'll be out in two hours. Go Shower and eat a protein bar in my Hotel Room. Be in my Room when I return. " She says and I scramble out of the Room.

Penelope POV:

"Even Hotch can't get him to obey orders that quickly?! How?!" JJ gasps and Estelle smiles smugly. "He does as I say because he knows that I will punish him if he doesn't." She smirks and JJ's eyes widen as Derek laughs softly , amused. "Punish? How?" He asks and she smirks at him. "With clothing and him not allowed to touch me for a week." She says as she gets out of Bed and I smile at her. "You make him happy , Ellie. Don't hurt him in any way , please." I tell her and she nods. "Now out so I can change into my clothes please." She demands. Joy sparkling in her eyes.

We all return to the Hotel and Spencer is in the Restaurant. Eating. We did get back earlier than we said but oh well. "Hey , Pretty Boy." Ellie walks over to him , smiling softly. "Not going to punish you as you are taking care of yourself." I hear her reassure Spencer. "Stay here whilst we get food. Do you want Coffee , Spence?" JJ asks and he nods , his body language saying that he is uncomfortable about something. "Hey! Are you with him?" A waiter asks and Ellie raises an eyebrow at him. "Yes. Why? What happened to my Boyfriend?" She drops her warm and kind attitude for her cold and calculated attitude. "A woman yelled at him. He seems Overstimulated." He says and Spencer whines , fidgeting with his shirt. "I'll be right back. I am just getting food." Ellie walks off and returns with a trolley filled with our plates and drinks.(They all had image ⬇)

Long Story Short : Estelle Jackson is alive and will nearly die for her Team mates / Family.

Spencer loves Estelle Jackson.

Will we see more of Estelle Jackson and Spencer Reid? Maybe. Maybe not.

[acendem]

Jason the Toymaker simply trying to fix a doll: okay now I need- oh fuck!

Candy Pop biting his arm:

Jason the Toymaker: you feral creature, release me.

Candy Pop bites harder:

Jason the Toymaker grabs spray bottle and spritz it in Candy's face:

Candy Pop: oh you bitch!

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Michael Shannon & Jason Narducy and Friends (Including Michael Stipe) Celebrate R.E.M. on Saturday Night at Brooklyn Steel

Michael Shannon & Jason Narducy and Friends – Brooklyn Steel – March 8, 2025

Job No. 1 of celebrity-fronts-curious-rock-legend-tribute shows is earnestness: If you’re coming at me with, yeah, a reconstruction of a respectably nonobvious choice like R.E.M.’s Fables of the Reconstruction, I need to know if you’re all in. Job No. 2 is commitment: Are you going to just deliver what was promised or are you going to go for it? If it’s Michael Shannon and Jason Narducy’s traveling R.E.M. show — now in its second touring iteration — it’s commitment and then some, baby. The vibe isn’t dilettante, it’s connoisseur: We’re going on an R.E.M. geek ride through Fables and beyond, and we’re going to really get deep. Sign me up.

The Brooklyn Steel stop on this latest Shannon/Narducy swing made for a thrilling Saturday night, and that was before Michael Stipe showed up. All-in it was a two-set, two-and-a-half-hour, jangle-jangle-jangle capture of Fables and loads more from the R.E.M. grab bag, faithful readings and judicious interpretations alike. 

“Maps and Legends” and “Driver 8” set the tone early and the rest unspooled in a haze of guitar spritz and rhythm roil. “Life and How to Live It,” “Can’t Get There from Here,” “Auctioneer,” the odds and ends “Wendell Gee” … the Fables material crackled, rolling out one after the other in album-side-order. Shannon was the music's faithful vessel, bounding all about the stage and exulting in the fun of it. Narducy was the group’s spiritual core — as Shannon noted as part of effusive praise, Narducy was the reason it was all happening — and led a crack band that fully inhabited the material without overcrowding it. 

That was the key: This was a show for the R.E.M. nerds by the REM nerds, pulling what in the more traditional sense of a tribute show would feel like random pinballing around the catalog — they didn’t play any of the quote-unquote most famous R.E.M. songs — but for the so-inclined made all kinds of sense. Plenty of Murmur material returned (“World Leader Pretend,” “Sitting Still” and, for the first time this tour, “Talk About the Passion”).

The oddity “New Test Leper” turned up from New Adventures in Hi-Fi. A gorgeous “Find the River” nodded in from Automatic for the People, and a choogling “Cuyahoga” from Life’s Rich Pageant. They mixed in chestnuts from the Velvet Underground (“Femme Fatale”), Wire (“Strange”) and Aerosmith (“Toys in the Attic,” with opener Dave Hill sitting in for a guitar battle) that on paper would appear random but the R.E.M. faithful would easily pick out as covers the band had previously recorded.

One of the night’s most tender moments found just Shannon and Narducy in a spare duo, delivering “So. Central Rain” in a slowed-down arrangement. And then, of course, came the thunderclap that sent the place bonkers … no less than Michael Stipe himself joining Shannon on vocals for “Pretty Persuasion,” the last song of the night. It, too, fit — the original members of R.E.M. haven’t been shy about their praise of the band, and have sat in throughout the tour, one time all together — and was a terrific capper to this passion project. —Chad Berndtson | @cberndtson

Photos courtesy of Katie Dadarria | www.instagram.com/dadarria