#spritz *.• jason

[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"

[aeperol-spritz]

MASTER LIST

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DICK GRAYSON

• drabble

• jealous dick drabble

• no hands drabble

• dick being a brat

ROY HARPER

• drabble

• in the back of his truck

WALLY WEST

• drabble

JASON TODD

HAL JORDAN

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[peach-perfumez]

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

[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.

[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)

[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.........

[birdwonder]

A, C, G, H, & K for Jason Todd?

dating alphabet | jason todd

Asking you out —

Jason always treated you as though you were dating. He would buy you gifts, take you out to places and people always always asked if you two were a couple - to which you both blushed and reluctantly said ‘no’ to. That being said, it didn’t take until a late night hang out, where you and Jason were lying on a rooftop and staring at the stars, for it to become a official.

Your head was rested on Jason’s chest, physical touch long since awkward between the two of you, when you asked, “what are we ?”

He didn’t respond for a few seconds until he shrugged and said, “whatever you want to be, I guess.”

It was easy to respond to that. “What do you want us to be ?”

“Dating, of course. But I didn’t want to ruin what we have.”

“Nothing could ruin what we have.”

The two of you couldn’t get rid of the smiles on your faces for the rest of the night.

Celebrating your/their birthday —

You both insist every year that the other doesn’t have to get you a gift, but you do so anyways.

Jason never wants anything big for his birthday, he still usually has some sort of small party thrown for him by friends or maybe just a few gifts thrown his way, but he mostly just wants to have one-on-one time with you. You, of course, don’t deny him of this request and plan the perfect date along with gifting him something thoughtful.

In return, he makes sure you have a great birthday party, if you so want one, and your gifts have no money limit. If you want it, you’ll get it. Though, he’s not so good at thinking of gift ideas so you’ll probably have to help him or straight up say what you want, but you’ll always be getting something.

Getting protective of you

It was pretty cliche the first time he got protective of you. The two of you were out late and in Gotham, that was like an invitation for trouble. A group of guys hanging outside a bar where eyeing you, most grinning wolfishly. It didn’t make much more than that for Jason to throw an arm around your shoulder, pulling you close enough that you could smell the cologne he spritzed on before the two of you met up. As independent as you were, you always felt safer knowing Jason was beside you.

Other times, when villains were running loose on the town, he messaged you frantically and advised you to stay inside. He even insisted on you hiding out in the Batcave on numerous occasions, just so he could do his job and not worry about the love of his life.

Hugging you —

Anyone could guess that Jason Todd wasn’t much of a hugger, not in any early stages at least. But that all changed when you found him one night, staring at nothing and his mind so deep in thought he barely even registered you were there. Your heart immediately broke because you knew that the only time he ever got like this was when he was reflecting on his past, specifically the traumatic parts.

You had no idea what to say without making him think on things even more so you threw your arms around him, hoping that it would at least send the message that you were there for him. Luckily it did.

Jason didn’t expect it but feeling you close to him, being able to feel you, smell you and just know you were close by - it was grounding. He never knew a hug could be so powerful but from then on he never rejected hugs and when he initiated them, it would include wrapping his arms around your entire being as much as he could.

Kissing you —

Jason loves kissing you and finds any excuse to do it. You’re teasing him too much ? A kiss on the lips will shut you up. You need reassuring that you look good ? He’ll kiss wherever you’re insecure over.

It’s all sorts of kisses too. Soft pecks on the check, peppering kisses on the neck, kisses so heated that your head spins - all of it. He’s usually pretty handsy when you make out too, always touching your hips or your ass. Your hands are usually wandering too, usually on his chest or loose in his hair, which he goes crazy over. There’s been too many occasions that his kisses have left you panting for air but that never stopped you from going in for more.

[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!

[bluejaysandblackbats]

To Touch Fate

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam

Summary: Jason attempts to settle down in Southern Italy and live a civilian life.

Chapters: 20/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Original Character(s), Bruce Wayne, Terry McGinnis, Matt McGinnis

Relationships: Jason Todd/Original Character(s)

Additional Tags: Angst, Jason Todd-centric, Jason Todd is a Father, Terry McGinnis is Batman, Retirement, Future Fic, Major Original Character(s)

Chapter Twenty: Morning Warmups

Jason woke Domenico late in the morning, gently shaking his chest. “Monello, wake up. Are you tired?” Jason whispered. Domenico groaned, shielding his eyes with his wrist.

“A little… What time is it, Papá?” Domenico asked. Jason chuckled. 

“You missed breakfast. It’s almost noon,” Jason whispered, “I came to check on you.” Jason touched his forehead. “You don’t have a fever.”

“Papá, I’m sorry… Did you want something?” Domenico asked. 

Jason lay beside Domenico and stared at the ceiling. “The gym is closed… Would you like to train with me like we used to?” Jason questioned.

Domenico turned on his side and smiled. “Uh-huh… Papá, I—. I want to—. I have to brush my teeth. I’ll be ready in fifteen minutes,” Domenico whispered. Jason nodded. 

“What were you gonna tell me?” Jason whispered to himself. Someone knocked on Claudia’s door. 

“Claudia, I need my cologne. I have a study group in an hour,” Angelo half-shouted. 

“Claudia’s at Nonno Giorgio’s. Come in, your cologne’s on the dresser,” Jason laughed. Angelo entered the room in a mint green suit and navy blue shirt. “Oof! You look so handsome!” Angelo fought a smile as he spritzed cologne in the air and walked through the mist. “Has Mamma seen you?” Angelo shook his head. “Go make her day. Go on.”

Angelo chuckled on his way out the door, and Jason heard Noemi scream. “Where is my camera? Why didn’t you tell me you were going somewhere looking like this? I hope the girl is pretty,” Noemi half-yelled out of excitement. “Ugh! I am disgusted at how handsome you look!” Jason laughed, running a hand over his face. 

Katerina entered Claudia’s room. “Papá, where is dormiglione? I wanted to ask him something,” Katerina whispered. 

Domenico snuck up behind her and picked her up. “What do you want?” Domenico asked. 

Katerina turned to him and tilted her head. She smiled with crossed arms. “You think you’re so funny. Where’ve you been? Are you auditioning for Coppélia?” Katerina questioned. Domenico leaned down close to her face. 

“No,” Domenico sweetly answered, “But I wanna do one of the Toyland shows. I’m auditioning for The Fantastic Toyshop. Why? Did you want me to come with you or something?” 

“Are you free to go shopping tomorrow after mass?” Katerina asked. 

“Umm… I think so. What time do you wanna go?” Domenico replied. He scratched his head. 

“Three o’clock,” Katerina replied, “Cecelia said she won’t go with me anymore.” 

“Sure. I’ll go with you. I need a new pair of tights. It’ll be fun,” Domenico smiled, “I’ll see you later. I’m gonna hang out with Papá today, though.” 

“Hope you don’t mind, fragolina. We gotta go. I love you,” Jason added as he kissed her cheek. 

“Love you, Papá. Be good, Domonic,” Katerina teased. 

Domenico stuck his tongue out at her on the way out. Jason gestured with a tilt of his head. “We’re walking. I want to spend time with you today. No distractions,” Jason replied. Domenico frowned. 

“Good. I wanna—. I’m glad you asked me,” Domenico whispered. Jason walked backward on the path, eliciting a laugh from Domenico. “Papá, be careful. You’re old now. I don’t want you to fall.” He reached for his father, and Jason shook his head. 

“I’m not old… And I know this street like the back of my hand. I’ve walked this path for twenty years. You have to trust your senses, Dom,” Jason whispered, “You have that look on your face. I know it… It’s the same face I used to make when I was young. You’re not losing me.” Jason turned the corner and let Domenico into the community center. Domenico didn’t say anything. He started warming up with Jason. “You okay? I’ve been—.” 

“Papá. I’m gay,” Domenico blurted out. Jason stopped. 

“I didn’t expect you to say that. Dom, you know we don’t care who you love. As long as you’re happy and safe. Is that—?”

“And I’ve been sneaking out every night. I snuck out to meet Benjamin last night, but I’ve been stopping robberies and beating up criminals at night. I got cut last month and told Angelo to tell you I was sick. I have five secret tattoos. My boyfriend wants to be my first, but I don’t know—. I’m so scared—.” 

“Domonic Isaiah, breathe,” Jason interrupted, “I don’t like that you’re out doing what I died doing, but you’ll be an adult soon and—. Can I stop you?” Domenico shook his head. “Well, I want to know where you are at all times. If I say no to something, you have to accept it… And I promise not to say no to every case that comes along. Your grades can’t slip, and you have to keep all your commitments.” 

“Yes, sir—.” 

“It’s never sir. It’s Papá. Thank you for telling me the truth. Are the tattoos upsetting?” Jason asked. Domenico shook his head and took off his shirt, revealing a large scar across his chest and a few tattoos placed in specific areas across his chest. “I only see three.” 

“My waistband is covering one, then I have one on my back between my shoulders. Why aren’t you mad?” Domenico asked as he put his shirt on. 

“Because I don’t want to lose you. This morning, I was prepared to confront you, but I saw how nervous you were. I did that to you, and I’m sorry. I don’t ever want you to feel like that again,” Jason paused, “I developed an adversarial relationship with my father, and I don’t want that to happen to us. We’re too much alike to be so distant… And Benjamin? Is it safe to assume he’s the guy?” 

“Yeah… It’s—. I just—. Last night, I wanted—. I almost—. I didn’t do anything, but I—. You taught us not to do anything we’d be afraid to admit to in confession. I can’t even talk about it with him without shaking. Am I sharing too much?” Domenico asked. 

“No… It’s—. Do you feel pressured to have sex?” Jason questioned in reply. 

“No. I’m in love with him, Papá. I want to, and he understands that I’m nervous, so we don’t do much more than kiss… I guess I—. I don’t want to disappoint you and Mamma—.”

“If you’re in love and you’re being safe, we can’t be angry with you. I think Benjamin needs to start showing his face around the family, though. If he wants to be with my son, I’ve gotta get to know him. Okay?” Jason replied.

Domenico smiled and embraced Jason, and Jason’s phone rang. “That’s Mamma. She wants to make sure I didn’t kill you for sneaking out,” Jason whispered. “Hi, Em—.” 

“Don’t yell at him. Please—.” 

“You’re on speaker… And we already talked. It’s okay. Dom, do you wanna tell Mamma what you told me?” Jason asked. 

“What parts do you already know about?” Domenico questioned. 

“We know about you sneaking out, and we assumed you were following in Giasone’s footsteps… It’s okay, mammone. Was there something else?” Noemi asked. 

“Um… Yeah. I’ve been hiding tattoos from you… And I got—. I have a boyfriend. I’m gay,” Domenico confessed. 

“I’m a little angry about the tattoos, but I’ll live. Um… You have a boyfriend. Who is he? Do we know him?” Noemi asked. 

“Benjamin. The American one,” Jason answered. 

“Well, when is he coming for dinner?” Noemi asked. 

“He got home yesterday, so—. Hm… I was gonna go over to his place tonight, but I think he wouldn’t mind coming over,” Domenico replied.

[ajgrey9647]

Indulgence

The vixens sat shoulder to shoulder on the upholstered vanity stool with its European inspired scrolled legs, giggling coquettishly as they readied themselves in the large mirror. Across the bone white tabletop sat a collection of expensive perfumes, tubes of lipstick, rouge, and eyeliners, silver jewelry trays full of rings, broaches, earrings, bracelets, and hair clips.  Beside the looking glass dangled necklaces dripping with diamonds, rubies, obsidian, sapphires, pearls, and amber.

Leaning forward, the lady dressed in the backless, black gown carefully painted her lips a deep scarlet hue. She grinned at her reflection, showing lovely white teeth.

“It’s been too long since I’ve indulged like this.”

Next to her, the brunette’s friend plucked a choker studded with orange fire opals from a velvet lined tray.

“That’s what I thought,” she hummed, dropping a wink in the mirror. “Though I have to say, you helped to inspire my inner muse all those years ago. I doubt I’d have had the courage to show this side of myself to anyone until I saw you dancing in the great hall…”

Trinket gently blotted her lipstick before turning her face one way than the other, appraising her appearance.

“I gave YOU courage?” she queried, frowning. “I think I was merely trying to avoid an ass beating when I did this the first time. It wasn’t something I’d ever considered doing before either. And I know CJ wouldn’t for sure.”

She turned towards the siren in orange, her dark ringlets brushing her shoulders.

“Let me help you with that.”

Gena swiveled around with a sigh. She swept her hair into a pile atop her head, showing off pale, slender shoulder blades.

“Thank you. It’s a bitch trying to do clasps with these nails…”

Trinket chuckled, easily fastening the choker around her friend’s swanlike neck.

“There. It almost matches your dress perfectly!”

Gena swept her legs back under the elaborate vanity, favoring the other with a grateful batting of the eyes.

“My hero…”

Gingerly she reached out and fixed the curls at Trinket’s temple with one of the diamond hair pins, adding to the vintage look they were going for. One fingertip went to the angle of her cheekbone, brushing away a fine collection of loose powder.

“Five bucks says they don’t even make it through dinner,” Gena smirked, lifting a shaped brow. “Tommy and Jason never saw you in all your splendor and I haven’t ever gone all out like this for Matt and Billy.”

Trinket adjusted the front of her bodice before spritzing her collarbone and tresses with Chanel #5.

“I’ll take you up on that, darling,” she chirped.

The two moved to their feet, adjusting their skirts.

“You know, one of these days, you need to teach me how to dance en pointe, sweetie” Gena teased, gesturing to the ballet-inspired slippers peeking from beneath Trinket’s gown.

“Absolutely… then we can perform a deux for the guys. That should put them over the edge.”

The sirens pulled the stoles about their shoulders, linked arms, and gracefully walked towards the dining room.

@augment-techs I thought you might like this.... :)

[forevfangirlwrites]

Helloo, idea for actress au where Annabeth remembers she has a party to get to and is running very late and is panicking. She's trying to get ready but is a complete mess and Percy sees her panic and helps her get all sorted from helping her with her hair to helping her find an appropriate gift for the party host

-By this point Percy feels like he's seen pretty much every version of Annabeth (at least like 80%) but he hasn't seen her like this very often.

-Actually, maybe only one other time but the stakes were low then. This time though, they have a party to get to and she's somewhat aimlessly running around in shorts and a bra

-(Not that he's complaining too much about that last point)

-But he's actually ready (because all he had to do was shower, wear clothes and spritz some expensive cologne Annabeth bought him) and Annabeth is very much not

-He stops her while she's panic running towards the kitchen with a dirty mug in her hands by grabbing her shoulders and holding her in place

-The words die on his lips as she just shoots him the most I'm-close-to-breaking-down look he's ever seen and he pulls her into a hug instead

-Then he takes the mug from her (it can make it to the sink later) and leads her back through the bedroom and to the closet.

-Thankfully Annabeth had laid out some options of what to wear the day before and he picks up a dress in a pretty yellow color and hands it to her

-"Thanks" she replies in a small voice which tugs at his heart, and he drops a forehead kiss on his way out of the closet

-The room is a little messy so he makes the bed (so she won't be inclined to focus on that when she comes out) and clears away some other dishes that have migrated to the room

-When he's back, she's dressed and standing in front of her dressing table staring at all the makeup products on it

-"You can do it," he encourages and rubs her shoulders once she sits down

-"I don't know what's going on with me today" she says as she applies foundation or concealer or whatever it's called (he hasn't learned makeup yet)

-He tells her it's okay to be frazzled and she chuckles humorlessly and tells his she's actually a complete mess

-"It's okay to be a complete mess," he amends and catches her small smile in the mirror

-Then he basically just hangs around her as she gets ready cause it seems to be helping and of course he doesn't mind giving her company

-They make it to the party (a small thing with close people Jason had said) but there are about a dozen people and now he's a little nervous

-But then Annabeth takes his hand and that makes it better and he thinks he gets why she wanted him around earlier

-They make it through the day, together

A/N: Hey! Thanks for the prompt and I'm sorry it took such a long time for me to get to it! I added it to the headcanon series so I hope you like how it turned out! Thanks again!

[chappell-roans]

Florence Pugh showing up late to the red carpet with an aperol spritz and interrupting the standing ovation and leaving early, Chris pine with his digital camera because he hates phones and all his reactions, the leaked video of Olivia calling Florence Miss Flo, Olivia and Florence mua’s arguing online, Olivia’s secret salad sauce that made Jason Sudeikis throw himself in front of her car, Harry coming out later and saying he’s never had a public relationship after the break up even though she left her husband for him this was our watergate

LITERALLY ALL OF THIS. it was one thing after another!!!

[otrtbs]

nat, what is your favourite pop culture history moment/s?

here are a few of mine that live rent free in my head:

the lady marmalade performance at the 2001 MTV awards

jeans/genes on Keeping Up With the Kardashians

revenge dress 😈

Robert Pattinson showing up to the Order of the Phoenix premiere uninvited and absolutely smashed

and my all time favourite because it makes me giggle each and every single time, Fleetwood Mac performing Silver Springs where Stevie is singing right at Lindsey and he just has that blank look on his face and I just cackle

oooooh my god no way this is way to hard to sift through all the moments ever,,,,, uhhhhh - the journalist who threw a shoe at George Bush - the ENTIRE Don't Worry Darling Drama (including Jason Sudeikes THROWING HIMSELF UNDER OLIVA WILDE'S CAR TO STOP HER FROM BRINGING HARRY STYLES HER SALAD WITH SPECIAL DRESSING and then Florence Pugh's Venice Film Festival slay where she skipped the dwd premire and showed up with an aperol spritz,,, ICON!) - "clap if you think she should suffer" - kendall jenner announcing 5sos at the 2014 billboard music awards but almost saying one direction after dating harry styles - Tiffany Pollard's "Beyonce?? Beyonce?? BEYONCE??" - Season 7 Violet Chachki's Oxygen Tank runway look - 'Karma got its kiss for me'

[pollenallergie]

TW/CW: use of a lesbian slang term (I don’t technically think it’s an actual slur?? But it is used as an insult in this specific case… mostly because I didn’t feel comfortable using the actual slur here… I may be sapphic, but I’m bi so I really don’t feel like it’s my place to use that word.), homophobic sentiments, Jason 🤢, two closeted sapphics doing a terrible job at hiding their gayness, Chrissy’s a lil possessive, and plus sized!reader.

You’re not petite like Chrissy (you lovely plus-sized angel, you), so best friend!Chrissy orders a cheer jacket in your size with her own name on it and sprays it with her perfume so that you can walk around the halls of Hawkins High wearing her clothes. When she gifts it to you, she tells you that she got it for you just because 1) she knows you’re still a little bummed that you didn’t make the squad, 2) you never remember to wear a jacket when it gets chilly and watching you walk around in under 30 degree weather without a coat drives her crazy (“I’m your friend, your best friend, at that! I’m allowed to be concerned about your well-being!!”), and 3) she knows how much you like her perfume and, since she can’t afford to buy you your own bottle, she figures giving you a coat that’s been spritzed with it is the next best thing. You’re so insecure, closeted, and naive that you truly believe her gifting you that jacket was nothing more than a friendly gesture. Even when she insists that you let her spritz it with her sweet perfume whenever her scent dulls on it, you still think that Chrissy’s just trying to be a good friend. Oh you sweet, naive, little closeted gayby baby. Jason’s pissed the first time you wear that jacket to school because that day also, coincidentally, happens to be the day that Chrissy stops wearing his letterman jacket around school and starts, instead, wearing her own cheer jacket; the one that looks and smells just like yours. He’s always known how pathetically in love with her you are (it’s why he’s always internally hated your guts while externally acting merely indifferent towards you in an effort to save face in front of his girlfriend). However, when Chrissy gifts you that matching jacket and starts matching your outfits each day - by coordinating her scrunchie color with yours, wearing your matching friendship bracelet, and sporting that matching jacket - Jason starts to suspect that maybe his picture-perfect little girlfriend has a thing for you too. Of course, he doesn’t want to believe it, that his girlfriend, the love of his life, could be a carpet-muncher. So, he starts asking her to go to church with him and his family more often… only for her to bring you along too. Then Jason starts asking her to go on more one-on-one dates with him, only for Chrissy to cancel last minute because she’s “sick.” However, whenever he drops by her place to check on her, Mrs. Cunningham always says she’s next door at your place, rolling her eyes while she’s at it because she doesn’t care for you either.

But enough about Jason slowly coming to terms with the fact that Chrissy’s madly in love with you and not him… An added bonus of you wearing the jacket she’s given you is that Chrissy gets to feel this profound sense of possessive pride tingle up her spine whenever she spots you walking through the halls with her jacket on. She now understands why all the jocks make their girlfriends wear their letterman jackets, because there’s something oddly satisfying, delightful even, about seeing her name literally branded on your clothing and smelling her own trademark scent wafting off you in soft, delicate, subtle waves; just enough that you smell just like her without the scent being too strong or overwhelming.