#the moving stuff thingy yeah

[trueloveistreacherous]

The last time I made something "official", it didn't work out. And I...I really, really, really, really want this to work out. So, I guess I'm a little scared. But we're not your last time. We're this time.

Quinta Brunson and Tyler James Williams as Janine Teagues and Gregory Eddie in Back to School (S04E01) Abbott Elementary (2021-present)

[andyridgeley]

today has been absolutely awful but... determined to not end the day as bad 🫶

[chibishortdeath]

Man, social media is hard.

I have an account on Instagram, but I just wanna leave it. And it sucks cause I had ok luck with it for a while, but it’s barely useable at this point. Hashtags are completely fucked, the algorithm changes every two seconds, the switch of focus to video content kills all hope for most people posting images, and now they’re doing stupid Ai shit soon! Great! Wow! So lovely!

I’m debating making an account on some newer smaller social media and seeing how that turns out. Bigger ones just have all been going straight to shit. I’ve heard a little buzz about Cara, but eh idk about it yet.

Anyway, I think I’m going to be officially moving my main focus to maybe here in tumblr, the few discord servers I’m in, and then whatever other smaller platform I decide on. Maybe eventually I’ll have a toyhouse account and can hopefully start selling adopts or something.

But yeah, social media is hard, ugh…

[she-rambled-but-they-were-true]

is it just me or can you make UNRESONABLY realistic bubble pop sounds with your mouth, like bro wtf?

[wonderjanga]

Billy and Freddy along with Mary watches gacha reaction videos (if you don't know what that is your missing out). But they can only do it in the watch tower and stuff due to the lack of technology in Fawcett. This ideas been going around in my head for a while and I KNOW Freddy would love it.

Hal was having a normal day. The sun was shining, the Earth looked beautiful from the Watchtower. He wanted to go watch the game on one of the Watchtower’s gigantic and beautiful TVs.

GL: *on his merry way to one of the rec rooms, whistling a little tune*

Marvel and Junior: *occasional gasps*

GL: *thinking they’re watching a horror movie and decides he’ll just watch it with them until it’s over* “Hey guys-”

Marvel and Junior: *sitting right in front of the screen, staring like iPad babies and watching a Rivals react to Ayano Aishi vid*

GL: *stares for like a solid second* “What- What the fuck are y’all doing?”

Marvel: *pauses it* “Huh?” *looks back to Hal*

GL: “Why are you guys watching this baby content?”

Junior: *sounds offended* “It’s not baby stuff.”

GL: “Uh yeah. It is.”

Marvel: “No, it isn’t. Stop being a hater.”

GL: “Marvel, you’re a grown ass man. And Junior? You’re at least 14. Why are you watching this??”

Junior: “It’s entertaining.”

GL: “Entertaining. Really?”

Marvel: “Yeah! Come on.” *pats a spot next to him* “Watch it with us.”

GL: “Dude, no.”

Marvel and Junior: *share a look* “Watch it. Watch it. Watch it.” *chanting*

Hal eventually caved.

That’s how he found himself sitting on the floor with them, and watching a surprisingly entertaining “mha reacts to deku as kokichi video”. A couple minutes later, Mary came by with snacks and joined them.

Mary: “I brought some Cheetos and popcorn- wha? You guys started without me?!”

Marvel and Junior: “Sorry, Mary.” *in unison and in shame*

Mary: *sighs and just sits down with them* “Why’s Green Lantern here??

GL: “I just found the fact that a grown man finds this entertaining very interesting.” (He’s actually completely enthralled in these but he’s too embarrassed to admit it)

Mary: “Uh huh… sure.”

Hal’s a little ashamed to admit that they spent like two hours straight doing this until they transitioned into the GLMMs.

GL: “Wait, I don’t get it. Why does the Mom just not love her child?”

Marvel: *shrugs* “Cause she’s mean.”

A couple minutes later…

GL: “Wait, why did the dad die?!”

Mary: “For story progression!”

Like ten minutes later…

GL: “She’s a wolf-cat-angel-demon-unicorn hybrid…?”

Junior: “Yep, she’s special!”

GL: “HAH! Her bitch of a sister’s just a cat!”

Marvel, Mary, and Junior: *all just happy Hal’s invested*

After a couple GLMMs such as Bad Girls vs Gangsters, Emotionless Girl, and The CEO is my Boss, (shout out to everyone who watched these) they moved on to even more kiddy content. Such as Fnaf videos, but not just any… no no no, these ones

After the Fnaf thingy…

GL: “Damn.” *stands up* “My ass hurts from sitting on the ground for so long.”

Marvel: “Dang…” *pauses their next gacha vid* “So you’re out?”

GL: “Yup.” *stretches*

Mary: “It was nice having you Mr. Green Lantern Sir.”

Junior: “Yeah, thanks for letting us put you on.”

Marvel, Mary, and Junior: *same blinding smile*

Also, by the way, they were definitely watching GLMVs and singing along to “I’m a bad girlfriend” and “She’s crazy but she’s mine” and “Copycat” and “Queen.” All of which were and still are peak and I stand by that till this day.

[nottswitch]

Could I request for 57 and fifty four (54) on the prompt list with theo smut? But luke it's smut at the end, aka you get hyped when he says the thingy about your hair... please. Thanks! ♡

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hi babe, thanks for your request 💘 love this idea so much, theo would definitely be all over you when you’ve got a new hair product. turned out as more of a soft smut kinda thing, hope you don’t mind!

54. "that tastes… different." 57. "your hair’s soft."

warnings: 18+ mdni, implied oral (f receiving), cursing

⟡ navigation ; m.lists ; theo m.list ; prompts (closed)

you heard the door opening and closing through the quiet music, the record player next to your vanity providing a cozy and comforting background to your evening routine. theo’s figure appeared in the reflection of the mirror, met by your warm smile – you’d been waiting for your boyfriend to return from his quidditch practice for a while now.

"well, hello there, pretty girl."

he came up to you from behind, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your hair. you tilted your head back, catching his lips with yours and humming when he made a cheeky move of sliding his tongue along your bottom lip.

"i see you missed me, huh?" he quirked an eyebrow, gracing you with a small smirk. you gave him a shrug in return, not denying his completely true statement, and went back to spreading your newest purchase – a hair cream – through your drying locks.

theo followed your smooth movements with his gaze for a moment, his eyes flicking to the tube resting on the vanity table in front of you. nearly everything you had there was bought by none other than him, so the new addition was a surprise. he took the tube, opening the cap and taking a whiff before squeezing a tiny blob of it onto his finger. the tip of his tongue flicked out, grazing his fingertip, and a thoughtful crease settled between his eyebrows.

"that tastes… different," he murmured, returning the tube back to its place and looking at you with a silent question in his eyes. you giggled and scrunched up your nose, pretending to be disgusted by his antics.

"teddy, ew!" you exclaimed, playfully swatting his arm. "how do you even know how my hair stuff tastes?"

his expression morphed into a smirk when he leaned in again, to press his lips against your ear. "well, tesoro, how do you think?" he murmured, his warm breath tickling your ear and making your face grow hot – the effect he seemed to have on you even after a whole year of being together, though you still tried to keep your demeanor playful. "when you’re on top, your pretty hair ends up in my mouth all the time, no?"

you felt your cheeks sparkling with something akin to electricity from how flushed theo was rendering you. you tried to roll your eyes and go back to the haircare routine, but he didn’t let you. of course, he wouldn’t. instead, he gently pried your hand away and replaced it with his, running his nimble fingers through your tresses. he nuzzled his face into the back of your head, taking a deep breath and letting it out in a satisfied hum.

"your hair’s soft," he murmured, lightly swaying his head back and forth against you. his free hand was now on your stomach, untangling the knot that kept your satin bath robe closed – an expensive barrier theo failed to appreciate. you didn’t try to stop him – you were already a bit lost in him, in his compliments, in his touches, in everything that was him. your hand reached behind you, weaving your fingers through his curls and pulling him closer into you. you wanted him to drown in your hair as much as you were drowning in him.

the pull made theo groan, his arousal already straining against the fabric of his trousers. his lips parted, welcoming the taste of your hair and the skin on the back of your neck. "love the way you taste, amore," he whispered, his voice slightly muffled but obviously hoarse, proof enough of his desire, building up each second spent in the sweetness of your hair.

"yeah? i might know something else you’d like the taste of." your voice was teasing, but not lacking the need mirroring his own. you felt theo’s warm and shaky breath on the back of your head when you spread your legs, making the fabric of your robe slide open to reveal the fact that you were completely naked underneath.

"fuck" was a fleeting whisper before theo was already in front of you, on his knees, his eyes resembling a stormy ocean as he drank in the sight of your glistening core, looking even more delicious under the vanity lights. "you know i love the taste of that, baby."

you bit your bottom lip, your eyebrow twitching up as you looked between theo’s hungry face and the place between your legs he was so desperately craving. "why don’t you try it, then?"

theo didn’t have to be asked twice; hell, he didn’t even have to be asked once – his mouth was already latched onto you before you had time to finish the sentence, making the last words falter into a moan. it was a feast, the best meal he’d ever had – your soft, warm skin surrounding him, the scent of your lotion and shower products mixing with the natural scent of your arousal he was eagerly lapping up made his mind fog with pleasure. theo would willingly stay between your legs until his dying day if he could. and he would gladly get you another hundred tubes of that new hair product, if that meant he could taste you again and again.

[savanir]

DP x DC prompt [13]

Impulse is a little back in time, simply to retrieve a thing from the most haunted city in america.

the instructions were clear, in. grab thing. out. no funny business, no anything else.

why the fuck did it had to be impulse then?! that’s never gonna- ah, whatever…

So Bart does not just do only that. He remembers to keep moving fast so he’s not seen, but well, he spotted these two white suited goofballs who looked upset with their little box contraption and somehow were missing the little unplugged wire and Bart figured, what could the harm be?

so he might have plugged the little wire in while he was there, sue him, the guys looked surprised but pleased that their little thingy was suddenly working. good job Impulse right?

he didn’t forget about it but he might have shoved it in the back trunk of his head while he went on to do his actual job which is essentially forgetting for a guy with eidetic memory.

So yeah, imagine his surprise when he gets back to where he came from and finds himself on a doomed, desolate earth with green skies and nothing but scorched rock and ruins for miles.

What he’s seeing is an earth in the aftermath of a war against the infinite realms.

So now he has to go back to the past and fix his reckless mistake. Would it be wise to maybe see if he can find a single living soul with some info on what happened to make this ordeal a little easier? maybe, but that might involve him having to explain himself which will most likely be followed by a subsequent well deserved lecture and Bart is hoping to fix this without all that because he clearly fucked up. like, it’s very obvious. and he’s feeling very bad about it, honest.

back in the past again though, he nearly collapses, he’s seriously overdoing it at this point, afterall he was supposed to be able to recuperate once he got back. 

But he has to push through, he can’t slow down, he has to find those two guys and nab their little machine that’s apparently a doomsday device or something, he doesn’t know when they will use it, or where, so slowing down now is absolutely out of the question.

“woah hey there man, are you alright?”

he’s startled into complete stillness, and then he’s just thinking about how this guy looks like a fusion between Robin and Superboy, he can picture it perfectly in his head, fully animated dragon ball fusion style.

it’s SuperRobin, real name Ton, or maybe Kim.

getting distracted, he was asked a question, better answer.

“yeahI’mfine” he wheezes, very believable stuff.

“no you’re not, do you need a hand? sick Impulse cosplay by the way”

So, yeah, Danny pesters Bart into at least eating and drinking something, he says that if the two guys, who are now identified to Bart as the guys in white also known as the GIW or the Ghost Investigation Ward… and Bart going “oh I know a ghost! she’s really great” and Danny being pleasantly surprised.

but anyway if those guys do anything he will know, cause apparently they are very loud and quite destructive. and that’s honestly no comfort to Bart cause he knows what the future is gonna look like, but also he’s about to pass out and that would be super uncool and also make him totally useless anyway so… eating and drinking first it is.

Danny is a local, which is useful cause Bart only knew the route he needed to take for his previous mission and not really anything else regarding this place. And he tells Bart that he’s screwed with the GIW before so he knows how they operate. it fucking sucks that Bart accidentally aided apparent government bad guys… the others can never find out…

Overall, working with Danny is pretty great. For a civilian the guy is very resourceful. he’s witty, smart, funny, a lot stronger than he looks, honestly maybe the SuperRobin fusion thing he thought about before has some merit… are there any hidden clone labs around? billionaires with zero morals? yes? no? maybe?

Bart simply told Danny that he needs the machine from the white suit guys for future superhero reasons. and he’s fully intending on just handing it over to Robin, hopefully while not having to explain why he has it in the first place, and see if he can figure out how it’s gonna cause the world to end so they can make sure that can never happen.

Danny says that the machine is probably just an anti ghost weapon of some kind. Bart is skeptical, because first of all, why would anyone need anti ghost weapons when magic is already a thing and works on them just fine. Like all the superhero exorcists that Bart knows use some form of magic, well he guess anti ghost weapons would be useful for the bats, but that begs the question why is the government going around trying to shoot ghosts? and why hasn’t Bart heard of this before, cause this sounds like something Robin would enjoy telling him about.

But Bart, with significant help from Danny, manages to… confiscate (steal) the machine from the white suits.

he promises Danny he’ll visit, cause they are friends now, it’s official. And he would love to introduce him to the others as well.

Once back Bart still gets lectured of course, and Tim does reveal that yeah, the box really is just some sort of ghost trapping device, and he’s keeping it.

Bart doesn’t really care, the only thing he cares about is that everything is back to normal and he even got a new friend out of the whole ordeal.

It's then that Robin brings up a new member for Young Justice who will soon be joining them, and Bart is completely confused.

Everyone else is confused at Bart’s confusion, this was already known a week ago? and Bart figures that something did change somewhere somehow anyway, that’s fine.

Kon reminds Bart of the new guy’s callsign, apparently it’s Phantom.

Bart tries to imagine what they would look like, but at the moment he can only picture Danny in a SuperRobin outfit.oh well, hopefully this just means that Bart manages to get two friends out of this whole mess.

[palskippah]

PLEASE I NEED SOMEONE TO DRAW AMBS AND BAL (MOVIE VERSION) ON THEIR WEDDING DAY KISSINF AGHHHH

HII I'm not good at drawing people kissing in the lips but I got these!!

References and some thoughts under the cut!

-One of the ways I imagine them marrying is through the civil (? whatever it's called in English), where Nimona would be right behind Ballister when he's signing like, sign, Ballister, sign the contract now! like that scene in Shrek 4 with Rumpelstiltskin

-Neither of them carried a bouquet, but they got one anyways just to throw it (Ambrosius did)

-Apparently in some Mexican weddings they throw the groom in the air to celebrate him and I love the idea, so both Ballister and Ambrosius get thrown in the air djfkdf

>(better if they're part of the crowd that is throwing them, and then it's them catching eachother when they fall aaa)

-Also the dancing, imagine it with any sort of music in the background and both of them dancing together and then just deciding to have fun on their own and doing whatever dance moves, even if they have nothing to do with the music (like there's cumbia sounding and Ambrosius is doing the gangnam style and Ballister is throwing it back or something 😭)

-They have a lot of fun wooo

-Also wanted to draw them in traditional clothes too wiwiw I hope you know what I mean with the 'groom pose' sjdksd both hands held in front of them

-Based this (unfinished) thingy on a TikTok I saw of 'if I (anxious person) were to get married' and thought of both of them but drew it with Ambrosius.

-It goes like:

Ambrosius: Hey! So- Just wanted to confirm, is the wedding still on? (Ballister answers) Ambrosius: Yes? (Ballister says something) Cool! I'll see you there then! Ambrosius, in his blue wedding clothes: I'll be the guy in blue. (Ballister says something) Yeah! Okay, bye, love you :D

>And at the other end of the thing, there was Ballister all nervously rambling to a very bored Nimona about what if Ambrosius calls it off last minute? Or what if he regrets marrying me right now? I can't just ask either, that'd be- and then there's the call and he's like, yes, it's still on! :D Yes I know, and remember I'll be wearing a dark sherwani. See you there, love you too :D

>And then they're both a bit more relaxed with that sjdfks (they're some rooms away from each other)

>[btw, those are supposed to be Ambrosius' moms helping him get the final details in his clothes done, like patting him to iron out the sleeves (they're ironed already) and placing his headwear and stuff]

-They're still pretty nervous tho, so, based in a video I watched, imagine them like:

Person marrying them: Now, I, Ballister. Ballister and Ambrosius, at the same time: I, Ballister- Ballister: ? I'm Ballister. Ambrosius: No, it's me. Ballister: Oh, okay. Ballister: No, wait what--

-Ambrosius: Hi, I'm Ballister's husband :D

>Ambrosius: This is my husband, Ballister. We're married :DD

>Ambrosius: We're the Goldenhearts :DDD

>>

-(some of the references)

That's it!

[chessholic]

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The One With

Joey's Food

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Joey Tribbiani

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Reader

Summary: JOEY DOESN'T SHARE FOOD... However it seems that rule might not apply when it comes to you.

Author's Note: Someone asked me to publish my Joey fanfics, so this one is for you. <3

ps. I made that iconic Joey's Meatball Sub, it really made me feel alive again.

New comfort food unlocked

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You were so tired, and hungry.

Oh dear, you could eat a horse right now. Or maybe not if that meant eating the entire horse.

Finally you got yourself inside being greeted with everyone else except Joey.

Where was he? You could really just snuggle against your friend to forget all your worries. Joey felt like home, he felt safe.

Except Chandler would disagree with you, strongly, not that you could blame him after that robbery thingy.

"It's a zombie! Everybody, run!", Chandler shouted while jumping behind Ross and pushing him towards you.

"Hey!", Ross squeaked realising that Chandler, his best friend since the beginning of time, was sacrificing him to this supposed 'zombie'.

"Hahaha", you laughed a dry sarcastic laugh while getting your jacket off.

"What happened to you?", Rachel asked noticing your disheveled look.

"Your eye bags-", Rachel was saying before you gave her a stern look that did shut her up.

Monica also gave Rachel an are-you-serious look before helping you sit down at the kitchen tables chair

"Work huh?", Monica asked already knowing what was behind your current state.

Before you started to explain Joey made a grand appearance with his iconic sandwich. It makes your stomach growl and mouth water.

Joey sat at the table next to you, he gave you a tender look before getting ready to destroy his food, with the intention of not leaving even crumbs behind.

"So. I got to work a few hours early because my boss asked me to and as we know my boss, I couldn't refuse-", you started taking a deep breath.

"I had my mom's cooking for lunch, but there was so much going on I didn't have time to eat. And when I finally did- that ass had eaten it! My food! It was supposed to be the only good thing today, and it was taken away from me", you rambled trying not to break down completely.

"Oh, this reminds me of that 'MY SANDWICH' thing", Chandler said looking at Ross who just looked back at him shooting daggers out of his eyes.

"Oh, this gets much worse. I confronted that- idiot and it got a bit heated. Long story short, I got fired", you ended your story leaving out the details of wandering around the city crying your eyes out.

"Let's celebrate!", Phoebe cheered from the couch making everyone turn to look at her.

"Yeah, you hated that job! More than I hated serving coffee!", Rachel said trying to comfort you.

"I didn't hate the job, but the people", you muttered burying your face into your hands.

"That's my girl!", Chandler cheered giving you a quick pat on the back before hurrying towards the armchair.

Your stomach made a loud noise and you felt truly awful.

"Do you have anything to eat Monica? I don't have anything at home", you asked carefully your voice cracking slightly.

"I need to go quickly to the store-", Monica started hurrying to gather her stuff.

"Here, you can have my meatball sub"

The time seemed to slow down.

Phoebe stopped chewing her hair.

Rachel had her hand covering her mouth that was hanging open.

Monica dropped her purse to the floor.

Chandler almost fell off the armchair.

Ross had a look on his face that would be expected if someone would prove to him that dinosaurs had never existed.

You lifted your head to see Joey smiling and offering his food, to you, you.

Joey had a small amount of the sauce on his face.

"I already took a couple of bites if that's okay", he said looking a bit sheepish.

"Really?", you asked voice slightly shaky, knowing that nobody else dared to move or speak.

Joey nodded and you reached towards him. But to everyone's surprise you didn't take the sandwich.

However you got up and put your arms around his neck. Burying your face to his neck you mumbled so many thank you's that nobody could say exactly how many there was.

Maybe ten? Hundred? Hundreds? Who knows.

Then you gave a kiss to his cheek before pulling away and snatching the sandwich from him.

Eagerly you started eating it and you moaned slightly at the most delicious thing you had ever eaten.

"JOEY DOESN'T SHARE FOOD!", everyone suddenly shouted after they switched glances between each other.

Joey tried to look like he had no idea what they were talking about, his face was oddly red and he was feeling warm and fuzzy.

Joey loved seeing you happy, he could sacrifice one meatball sub for your happiness.

But only one.

When Joey looked at you eating happily his favourite Meatball Sub he couldn't even see anything else than you. He didn't even care about his friends who were still shocked and wanted answers.

Joey would give you every meatball sub for the rest of his life if it meant seeing you so utterly happy.

But he wanted a bite, at least.

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[zwoftt]

“oooohhh shiiiit yessss”…. weekly dorym moments + other stuff i found funny in the recent episode !!!

obviously moments are listed no particular order,,,

never gonna get over the fact that caleb is a cpopper. actually what the hell is this bit

dorian’s envy of caleb… the jealousy in his tone but manages to hide it so smoothly. bro just wants to be happy like caleb and essek are :(

caleb commenting on dorian’s pants during the first initial conversation LOLLLL “we get the idea” and robbie’s little head tilt thingy he does for dorian’s reaction AGH.

”we’re more of an improv crew” says dorian as liam fucking loses it (i hc that orym starts laughing))

orym saying he can’t fall from great heights and survive, dorian suggesting that he can make orym fly.

when beau says dorian looks like the type of guy to make a toast, and dorian gets all nervous about it- orym says “yeah she’s right. he is,” and gives a little nod to dorian.

the small glance dorian and orym make towards each other during the talk about weddings. “something to look forward to.”

liam accidentally calling dorian “dorym”

robbie’s little excited squeal when liam initiates a scene between orym and dorian ….

orym *wordlessly* pulling dorian by his hand to the side AAAAAAGGH

THE KISS!!! IT WAS SO PERFECT FOR THEM !!! orym asking consent beforehand, dorian’s awkward but very into it response… then after when orym asks if this is something dorian wants, and dorian replies with “oh, i want.” and KISSES HIM BACK. everything has been moving so slow for them and they finally get the chance to clash lips for 10 seconds… absolutely golden.

liam’s dance at the end when dorian moves in again and kisses orym back,,, the excited faces all over the table. and then braius. LOL.

[trueloveistreacherous]

So, the thing that I can relate to is being in love with somebody that is too afraid to show the world who they are.

Aubrey Plaza as Riley Bennett in Happiest Season (2020) dir. Clea Duvall

[foone]

understanding "foo fighters"

As someone who is named in a way that dates back to the same base word, the first thing you need to understand is that "foo" is a placeholder word. It's a "thingamajig", a "john doe", a "widget", a "thingy". It means a thing but the thing is not specific.

So, foo is a whatever. Smokey Stover (where "foo" comes from) drives a Foomobile.

Foo doesn't mean anything. It means foo. This comic is popular in the 30s, and "foo" enters general culture. Then WW2 happens, specifically the air war: Pilots are flying more and faster than ever before, and they see weird stuff. Echoes on the radar, lights that move in the sky, including ones that seemed to follow them, stealthily.

They called them foo fighters. As in, they're fighters, like fighter planes, but the foo type. Not "Allied fighters", not "Nazi fighters" (though sometimes the foo fighters were called "Kraut Fireballs"), not jet flighters... foo fighters. We don't know what these unidentified flying objects are, so they're foo. They're "foo fighters".

They're very definitely NOT fighters against foo. They're not like "firefighters" or "crime fighters". They don't fight foo. They are fighterplanes that are foo.

Also, fun fact: The name "foo fighters" came from the 415th Night Fighter Squadron, who were a US Air Force unit from 1943-1947, in the mediterranean and northern europe. Their radar operator gave them the name, but the name was actually "fucking foo fighters", as in "those fucking foo fighters!". It got cleaned up when the story hit the press, and in the official logs.

But yeah. The band got their name from this WW2 name for a specific category of UFO they were spotting on their missions, but doesn't mean those who fight foo. It means fighterplanes of foo.

[wonton4rang]

how do u think bnd boys wld act around you when they’re high?

bnd legal line being high or involved in drugs is one of my favorite concepts, oh myyy. plus, most of these came out as smut kinda thingy so yeah 😔

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why'd you only call me when you're high?

pairing: bnd legal line x reader.

warnings: +18, smut, mentions of drugs usage, dirty talk, pet names.

summary: how would bnd legal line act around you when they are high.

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sungho; let's go to a parallel world where he might do drugs cause i honestly don't see him into it but yeah. i feel like he would turn into this excessively touchy/ funny guy that would just not know the concept of personal space. he would sit besides you, his hand on your thigh while it went dangerously close to your heat only for him to laugh at your blushed cheeks and kiss your lips to whisper against them "you would look so pretty sucking my dick right now". and it was great, yeah, if the other members were not sitting across the room in the other couch.

riwoo; he goes into subspace and i'm a 100% sure, he would be so lovey dovey and happy, making those awful jokes with a numb tongue before he goes completely quiet. tbh you didn't noticed at first but when you looked for him with your eyes and saw him facing the floor while he played with his fingers, you knew he was wasted. so you just made your way to him, holding his hands and softly kissing his lips, whispering a loving "wanna get out of here, baby?" that only made him excited because he knew what you meant, whenever you looked at him like that he ended up w his dick wrapped by your pussy and his legs shaking and hurting due to the intense sex you gave him. and he quickly forgot anything and everything that was making his head go to places.

jaehyun; myungjae is such an ecstasy boy, damn. he's horny asf 24/7 and when he gets high?? he could even come across as too dirty or pushy because he is making you rethink everything you say when he makes a sexual joke about it, his hands getting freaky on your body, grazing your boobs under that shirt, your thighs and even lifting your skirt a bit so he could go further. but it was all in public so you would tell him to shut it off, only for him to take you to his car and fuck the shit out of you on the backseat.

taesan; dongmin gives me one of the strongest "if i did drugs, i'd smoke weed" vibes ever, like damn. so be aware that when he got high he would be almost the opposite, his jokes wouldn't be as innocent as always, his eyes won't look at you the soft and loving way they always did, and his voice would turn two tones down while he barely responded to whatever you were saying because he was so lost in the way your lips moved he did not gave a single fuck about what you were saying. so he would start a kiss, a rough one, suddenly towering over your body and giving zero to none space for you to even backup or take the lead if you wanted to. he would be demanding, rougher than usual and very quiet, he would probably adventure and try new stuff only to be really ashamed when he came down from his high. but it was that or him simply listening to the music blasting out his speakers while he starred at the ceiling with your head laying on his shoulder or his lap and he played with your hair.

leehan; i feel like leehan could be two sides of a coin, no in between, he could either be super scary or super cute. i feel like he wouldn't like to do drugs as a daily basis so he would do it at a party, his head spinning so much his eyes could only register light schemes, he would love the vibe too, specially because you always were there with him to take care of his pathetic self. yeah, that until you both got back at home, he is typically one to be very active sexually so if he is on his "scary" side of the high, he would push you against the wall, whispering a mean "you're such a fucking slut. teasing me all night when you knew i couldn't fuck you there", his voice low and his alcohol infused breath hitting your face and it honestly made you nervous because you knew he wasn't thinking right. but oh well, he still fucked you and you were the one asking for more afterwards.

[frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe]

@steddiemas week 5 - Confession, Confetti, Midnights, First

rating: T | words: 1,369

woo not late this time! (though it's much shorter than yesterday lmao)

<- back to previous part

Okay. So you fumbled the proverbial bag a couple weeks ago but no big deal, right?

He wasn’t actually leaning in to kiss you… right?

Eddie groans for what feels like the zillionth time in two weeks. 

It’s midday on the 29th, and Eddie’s at home still wallowing over the disaster that was the night of the potluck.

He’s seen Steve since, of course, it’s a small town and an even smaller ‘Monsters are real and only we know about it’ group of people in that town, but it’s not like he could’ve said anything about it. 

…Should he have said something? ‘Sorry about almost kissing you that one day, won’t happen again even though I really wanted to but I’m just a coward, you know how it is..’

Ugh. No.

He wasn’t leaning in. He is not into you like you’re into him. He would not kiss you. Ever.

From down the hall, Eddie can hear the phone start to ring.

For a moment, he condsiders not answering it, but, remembering that Wayne’s actually here for once and not at the Henderson’s, he rolls himself out of his Nest of Wallowing and scurries down the hall for the handset.

“Hello?”

“Hey Ed- Eddie, it’s me. It’s Steve.”

Eddie kicks himself for the shot of excitement that courses through him. “Hey, man, what’s up?

“Oh good, good,” …Uh.. what? “Listen, we’re having a get-together on New Year’s Eve, food and drinks and all that, you wanna come?”

“Uh,” Eddie’s brain flips through all the possible ways he could end up feeling sorry for himself when his kiss at midnight with King Steve fantasies die then says “Sure Harrington, I’ll be there.” like some heartsick loser.

“Sweet, cool, see you then? My place? Midnight? Er, for midnight?”

Eddie overhears someone say “Ten! Tell him ten!”

“Ten?”

“Sure, I’ll be there.”

“Ha! Cool, don’t be square!” 

He opens his mouth to say something else, but hears a click from the other end. …Okay?

He’s already moving to hang the receiver on the hook when, “What in the hell was that, Dingus?”

Eddie freezes. Pulls the handset back to his ear.

“I panicked, okay?! I got nervous.”

“You got nervous. You. Nervous…”

“Yes, Robin, nervous.” Steve sighs.

“Wow, you’re really head over heels aren’t you?”

Eddie’s heart starts jackrabbiting in his chest, but he can’t seem to unfreeze.

Steve? Head over heels for him? Eddie?? No. There’s no way in hell. He must’ve heard wrong.

“Yeah, I am.” Ope.

“For Eddie “The Freak” Munson.”

Steve breathes out a laugh, “Who woulda thought, huh?”

Eddie hangs up the receiver.

He wanders back down the hallway.

And collapses face first onto his bed.

Then, in a fit of hysterics, starts cackling in earnest.

There’s no fucking way.

–

For the next two days it feels like nothing in the whole world can bring him down. 

He feels like he’s walking on air, on the very sunshine itself. 

Edde spends pretty much all day the 31st getting ready.

He takes a shower, making sure to use the curly hair stuff Steve got for him while he was recovering in the spring, he spends the whole time it’s drying spinning pieces of his hair into curls (something that he accidentally discovered actually works to make his hair more curl than frizz), he fishes out a brand new white tee shirt from the pack at the back of his dresser and takes the time to iron out the folds in it.

You know, like a sane person?

Finally, finally, it’s a reasonable enough time to head to Steve’s, heading out at the same time Wayne leaves for his shift that night. 

“Have a drink for me at midnight, ‘kay Ed?”

“Sure Wayne.”

“After you smooch your boy is alrigh’ with me.”

Eddie rolls his eyes, “Har har har,” he deadpans, but can’t help but crack a smile. 

He arrives at Steve’s house at 10:05. 

“Eddie, hey, glad you could make it!” Steve says, smiling at him as he steps aside to let Eddie though the front door, “Here, have a Thingy.”

Eddie takes the thing, toeing off his shoes in the entryway. “A Thingy?”

“Y’know, a confetti whatever, the things people pop off at midnight?”

“Ah right, a Thingy.” he laughs

“Alight, c’mon, we’ve got lots of snacks and drinks, and I think Argyle brought some party favors.” Steve says, leading Eddie into the kitchen and waggling his brows.

“Them’s an after midnight delicacy, my fine-haired friend.” Argyle replies, heading back toward the living room with a literal handful of pretzels.

“Well okay then,”

The whole group of them spend the next couple hours just hanging out, Jonathan, Argyle, Nancy, Robin, Steve, and Eddie. 

Beer, snacks, even some games that Robin fished out from Steve’s basement, Yatzee, Euchre, even fuckin’ Scrabble of all things.

A pretty tame night, and good thing too, because every minute that ticked by closer to midnight had Eddie’s stomach twisting tighter.

He barely even finished one beer, had only managed to get down a handful of potato chips all night.

What if he was making it all up, the conversation he overheard was just some wishful hallucination?

What if it was real and he somehow messed it all up by drinking just a bit too much?

What if he ate something that didn’t agree with him and he was stuck in the bathroom at the stroke of midnight?

What if his colossal loss at Scrabble when he normally knew much better words than ‘sweater’, or ‘chaste’, turned Steve off to him completely?

Minute after minute he suffered internally, stealing glances at the clock on the wall and at the television as each of their midnights tick closer (and at Steve too, who seems nonplussed about any and everything, the bastard).

Finally, when the countdown on the screen hits one minute, and Eddie’s stomach is frozen solid, his gaze is falls on Steve once again, whose eyes are already on him.

He stands up, and heads out the living room and down the hall toward the back of the house.

Eddie gulps, moves to stand, and is nearly knocked off balance when Robin elbows him, “Go get ‘im, Tiger.”

“I’m going, I’m going! Jesus H. Christ..” he whispers back at her.

Eddie scurries out of the room and down the hall after Steve, going directly to the sliding door to the patio and pulling it aside, “Steve?” 

He sticks his head out the door and looks around. 

There’s no one out here. 

Rock still solidly in his stomach, Eddie steps outside, very much noticing there are no footsteps in the dusting of snow that started to come down at some point that night. 

“Stevie?” he tries again, rock sinking lower.

Nothing.

“What the fuck..” he grumbles, turning back inside and wandering down the back hall, “Steve? Where’d you go?”

He’s coming back past the sliding door and toward the Harrington’s sunroom after a failed exploration of the doors down that hall when the garbled voices of the people in Times Square and the others in front of the TV start to count down from “20! 19! 18!”

“Shitshitshitshi– whoa!”

He’d barely gotten a toe into the sunroom when he’s pulled bodily into it.

“There you are, Munson, I thought you’d left me hanging.”

“14! 13! 12!”

Eddie breathes a sigh of relief, “Never, Big Boy.” he grins, watching Steve’s expression echo his.

“I’ve wanted to do this for a while now, you know.” Steve confesses, keeping Eddie wrapped up close to him.

“10! 9!”

“Oh, have you now?” Eddie can’t stop grinning, “Word on the street is I’ve wanted to, too.”

“6! 5! 4!”

“Well I’m not going to stop you.” 

Steve’s leaning in, Eddie’s leaning in, the TV says “2! 1!”

And Eddie’s watch blares up at them annoyingly. “Oh Jesus H. Chri—” he starts, trying to wrestle with the Off button.

To Eddie’s horror and delight, Steve’s hold on him goes just a bit tighter, “You’re not planning on running this time, right?

Watch completely forgotten, Eddie blinks once, taking in the hopeful look in Steve’s eyes, and closes the gap, kissing Steve Harrington for the first time of many.

“Never.”

and then robin comes around the corner to pop her confetti thing over them yelling "Wooo!!"

dividers from @steddiecameraroll-graphics!

[okasuka]

jason todd x thingy stuff

The rain pattered softly against the windows of your cozy apartment, creating a rhythmic backdrop to the warmth of the room. The place was modest but filled with little touches of you and Jason—a battered leather jacket tossed over the arm of the couch, your favorite mug sitting on the coffee table, and a small collection of mismatched vinyls displayed near the turntable.

You sat cross-legged on the rug near the window, your headphones snug over your ears, completely lost in your own world. The dim glow of your MP3 player screen illuminated your face as Feelz by Lil Peep played softly into your ears, a melancholic anthem that perfectly matched the rainy atmosphere.

Jason leaned against the doorway to the kitchen, his arms crossed as he watched you. He was dressed down—gray sweatpants and a loose hoodie, his messy black hair falling into his piercing blue eyes. There was something about you in these quiet moments that tugged at something deep inside him. Maybe it was how peaceful you looked, or maybe it was the way your little movements—like the soft tap of your fingers against your knee—seemed to mimic the rhythm of whatever you were listening to.

You hadn’t noticed him yet, too caught up in the music. Jason smirked to himself and moved closer, his footsteps silent as he crouched down beside you. He gently reached out, tugging one side of your headphones away from your ear.

“You ignoring me, sweetheart?” His voice was soft, teasing, but there was an edge of vulnerability to it, like he needed your attention more than he wanted to admit.

You blinked, startled, and turned to him, a sheepish smile spreading across your lips. “Didn’t hear you come in,” you admitted, pausing your MP3 player and pulling the headphones off entirely.

Jason sat down beside you, his shoulder brushing against yours. “What’s got you so zoned out?”

“Music,” you replied simply, handing him one of the headphones. “Here, listen.”

He raised an eyebrow but took the offered headphone, placing it in his ear. The melancholic tones of the song filtered through, and Jason tilted his head, listening.

“Lil Peep?” he guessed after a moment, and you nodded.

“Yeah. It’s Feelz. I don’t know, something about it just… hits different, you know?” You looked down at the MP3 player in your hands, tracing the buttons absentmindedly. “Makes me think of us sometimes.”

Jason’s expression softened. He leaned back on his hands, his gaze flickering between you and the rain-streaked window. “How so?”

You hesitated, your voice quieter now. “It’s like… it’s sad, but it’s beautiful at the same time. Like all the stuff we’ve been through—both of us—but we’re still here, still together. It just feels… real.”

Jason didn’t say anything for a moment, letting the song fill the silence between you. Then, he reached out and laced his fingers with yours, his grip firm but gentle.

“You’re right,” he said finally, his voice low and steady. “It is real. And I don’t care how messy or hard it gets. You’re the best thing I’ve got.”

You looked up at him, your heart twisting at the raw sincerity in his words. “Jason…”

He smirked, though it didn’t quite hide the emotion in his eyes. “Don’t get all sappy on me now.”

You laughed softly, leaning your head against his shoulder. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

The two of you sat there, the song playing on repeat as the rain continued to fall. In that moment, the world outside didn’t matter. All that mattered was the quiet comfort of being with each other, the music weaving its way into the fabric of your shared memories, turning even the rainy days into something beautiful.

Jason’s smirk deepened, and he shifted slightly to face you. Still holding one side of your headphones, he quietly sang along to the song, his voice low and teasing:

“Would you fuck me right on the floor? I’m feeling naughty…”

Your eyes widened, and a sudden flush crept up your neck to your cheeks. “Jason!” you hissed, your voice somewhere between scandalized and mortified. You tried to pull your hand away from his, but he held onto it firmly, clearly reveling in your reaction.

“What?” he asked innocently, though the mischievous glint in his eyes betrayed him. “It’s part of the song, babe. You were the one who said it reminds you of us.”

Your face grew hotter, and you buried it in your hands, groaning. “That’s not what I meant, and you know it!”

Jason laughed, a low and warm sound that sent a shiver through you. He reached out and gently tugged your hands away from your face, leaning in so close that you could feel his breath against your skin.

“Relax, sweetheart,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your cheek. “You’re too cute when you’re flustered. I can’t help myself.”

He pressed a soft kiss to your other cheek, his stubble scratching lightly against your skin, and your heart did a somersault. You tried to glare at him, but your attempt was ruined by the way your lips twitched into an unwilling smile.

“You’re impossible,” you mumbled, your voice lacking any real bite.

“And you love it,” he shot back confidently, dropping another kiss onto your temple.

You rolled your eyes but didn’t bother denying it. Instead, you let yourself relax against him, your earlier embarrassment fading into the background as his warmth surrounded you. Jason slipped the headphones off your head entirely, setting them aside, and pulled you closer until you were tucked against his chest.

The rain continued to fall outside, but inside, with Jason’s arms wrapped securely around you and the faint hum of the song still lingering in the air, everything felt perfect.

After a few minutes of sitting in Jason’s arms, the faint growl of his stomach broke the comfortable silence. You tilted your head up to look at him, smirking.

“Hungry?”

Jason shrugged, though you could see the faintest hint of sheepishness in his expression. “Maybe a little. But I didn’t wanna move, you were too cozy.”

You rolled your eyes playfully and gently nudged his chest as you pulled away. “I’ll make you something.”

Jason reached out as if to stop you, but you were already on your feet. “You don’t have to—”

“I want to,” you interrupted, flashing him a smile as you walked toward the kitchen.

It wasn’t until you opened the fridge that you noticed how quiet Jason had gotten. Normally, he’d make some comment or try to offer help even when he had no idea what he was doing. You glanced over your shoulder, and that’s when you caught him.

Jason was leaning back on his hands, his eyes very obviously trailing down your legs to the hem of your shorts. Or rather, the lack of hem—your sleep shorts were on the shorter side, just barely brushing mid-thigh.

“Jason Todd,” you said sharply, though there was more amusement than annoyance in your tone. “Are you checking me out?”

Jason’s head snapped up, his eyes meeting yours with a flicker of guilt before he quickly recovered. “What? No! I was just—uh—making sure you didn’t trip or something.”

You arched an eyebrow, crossing your arms. “Really? From the couch? While staring at my legs?”

Jason rubbed the back of his neck, a faint flush creeping up his cheeks. He looked away, muttering, “You’re imagining things, babe. Don’t flatter yourself.”

You let out a laugh, turning back to the fridge. “Right. Sure. Whatever you say, Mr. Observant.”

“I wasn’t—!” Jason started to protest but cut himself off with a groan, leaning back into the couch in defeat. “Fine, maybe I was. But can you blame me?”

You turned around with a carton of eggs in one hand and a mischievous grin on your face. “Not at all,” you teased. “But you could at least try to be subtle about it.”

Jason threw a pillow in your direction, which you dodged easily, laughing as you set the eggs on the counter. You could still feel his eyes on you, though this time it was more playful than heated.

“Keep staring and I’m making this food extra spicy,” you teased, grabbing a frying pan.

Jason smirked, resting his chin on his hand as he watched you work. “You’re lucky you’re cute,” he said, the warmth in his voice making your heart flutter.

“And don’t you forget it,” you shot back, your grin widening.

For all his teasing, Jason didn’t look away, and honestly, you didn’t mind one bit.

As you cracked an egg into the sizzling pan, you felt strong arms snake around your waist from behind, pulling you back into a firm, familiar chest.

“Jason,” you laughed softly, glancing over your shoulder. “I’m trying to cook.”

“Don’t care,” he murmured, his voice low and slightly muffled as he buried his face in your hair. His grip on your waist tightened slightly, possessive but gentle, as if he couldn’t stand being away from you even for a few minutes.

You chuckled, stirring the pan with one hand while your other rested over his. “You’re so clingy today. What’s gotten into you?”

Jason didn’t answer right away, just inhaled deeply, his nose brushing against the strands of your hair. “I already miss having you close,” he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.

Your heart fluttered at his words, and you couldn’t help but smile. “Jason Todd, the Red Hood, big bad vigilante, can’t go five minutes without a hug,” you teased lightly, tilting your head to look at him.

“Say what you want,” he replied, his voice more steady now, though he didn’t lift his head. “I just like being near you.” His lips pressed against the top of your head, lingering there as he tightened his hold on you.

You couldn’t stop the warmth spreading through your chest. “You’re really laying it on thick today,” you teased, though your tone was soft, affectionate.

Jason finally lifted his head slightly, his lips brushing your ear as he spoke. “It’s because you’re beautiful,” he said simply, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. His voice was low and earnest, and the words sent a shiver down your spine.

You turned off the stove, setting the spatula down as you turned in his arms to face him. His blue eyes were filled with an intensity that made your breath catch.

“Where’s all this coming from?” you asked, your hands resting lightly on his chest.

Jason shrugged, his smirk making a brief appearance before fading into something softer. “I guess I just want to make sure you know how much I love you.”

Your cheeks warmed, and you couldn’t help but smile. “You’re such a sap,” you murmured, leaning up to kiss his cheek.

“Only for you,” he replied, tilting his head to capture your lips in a slow, tender kiss.

The smell of the cooking food filled the air, but neither of you cared. For that moment, there was nothing else in the world but the two of you, wrapped up in each other’s arms.

You finished plating the eggs and toast, smiling to yourself as you carried the dish over to Jason. He had finally let go of you but followed you to the table like a puppy, pulling out a chair to sit while you set the plate in front of him.

“There,” you said, crossing your arms and giving him a satisfied smile. “Now eat. You’re always complaining about skipping meals.”

Jason glanced at the plate, then up at you with an almost comically guilty look. “I’m… not really that hungry.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, hands on your hips. “You literally just told me you were starving five minutes ago.”

“Yeah, well, I changed my mind,” he said with a shrug, leaning back in his chair like a stubborn child.

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Jason Peter Todd,” you said firmly, “you’re eating this. I didn’t just cook for you to not touch it.”

Jason smirked, leaning forward to rest his chin on his hand. “What if I said I’d rather just watch you?”

Your cheeks flushed, but you weren’t letting him win this time. Picking up a fork, you stabbed a piece of toast and held it up to his mouth. “Open up,” you commanded.

Jason raised an eyebrow, the corners of his mouth twitching in amusement. “Are you serious right now?”

“Dead serious,” you said, inching the fork closer. “If you don’t eat, I’ll keep this up until you do.”

Jason sighed dramatically, rolling his eyes. “Fine,” he muttered, opening his mouth just enough for you to feed him the bite.

He chewed slowly, his expression deliberately exaggerated as he grimaced. “Ugh, this is awful,” he said, though his lips quirked up as if he were holding back a smile. “How do you even eat this stuff?”

You raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. “You’re such a liar. I know you love it.”

“Maybe it’s missing something,” he teased, leaning back with a smirk. “Like more salt. Or, I don’t know, pizza.”

You rolled your eyes, grabbing another bite with the fork and holding it out again. “You’re going to eat every bite, Jason, whether you like it or not. And don’t even think about running off.”

Jason chuckled, the sound warm and deep, but he leaned forward obediently to take another bite. This time, he couldn’t hide the way his lips curled into a small, satisfied smile as he chewed.

“That’s what I thought,” you said smugly, watching him. “You can’t fool me. I know you love my cooking.”

“Maybe,” he admitted, swallowing the bite. “But I love you more.”

His playful grin softened into something tender, and you felt your heart skip a beat.

“Flattery will get you nowhere,” you teased, feeding him another bite.

“Worth a shot,” he said, smirking between bites.

By the time the plate was empty, Jason was leaning back in his chair with a satisfied grin, and you couldn’t help but feel triumphant. “See? Wasn’t that hard, was it?”

He shrugged, pulling you onto his lap. “Maybe. But I wouldn’t mind being fed like that all the time.”

You laughed, rolling your eyes but leaning into him anyway. “You’re impossible.”

“And you love it,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple.

Jason leaned back in the chair, stretching lazily as he let out a dramatic sigh. “I’m bored,” he announced, his voice dragging in a way that was both exasperated and teasing.

You tilted your head, still sitting in his lap, your arms draped casually around his neck. “You’re always bored,” you quipped, smirking. “What do you wanna do now? Watch a movie? Play cards?”

Jason’s lips curved into a devilish grin. “I wanna get drunk.”

You rolled your eyes. “Of course you do.”

“I mean it,” he insisted, running his hands down your sides. “C’mon, babe. Let’s have some fun.”

You thought for a moment before shrugging. “Fine, but I think I finished the last can of beer last night.”

Jason froze for a moment, then looked at you with mock offense. “You drank my beer?”

“Relax,” you said, poking his chest. “It was one can, and you weren’t gonna drink it anyway.”

Jason’s eyes narrowed playfully. “That’s it. Get dressed. We’re going out.”

You blinked, surprised by his sudden determination. “Going out where?”

“To a bar, obviously.” Jason stood up, setting you on your feet as he grabbed your hand and started pulling you toward the bedroom.

“Jason, I’m not exactly dressed for that,” you said, gesturing to your oversized T-shirt and shorts.

“Then we’ll fix that,” he said, already rifling through your side of the closet. He pulled out a short black dress you hadn’t worn in a while and tossed it onto the bed. “This. And…” He grabbed one of his old leather jackets, holding it up triumphantly. “This too. Gotta match me.”

You gave him a look, but his eager expression made it impossible to say no. “You’re ridiculous, you know that?”

“Yeah, yeah, now hurry up,” he said, grinning as he gestured for you to get changed.

With a dramatic sigh, you slipped into the dress and shrugged on the jacket. It was a little oversized, but Jason had a point—it did pair well with his own leather jacket and casual jeans. When you walked out of the bedroom, his gaze lingered on you for a second longer than necessary, his eyes raking over your figure in the dress.

“You look hot,” he said, his grin widening.

“Shut up,” you muttered, tugging the jacket closer around you to hide your blush.

“C’mon,” Jason said, grabbing your hand and practically dragging you out the door.

The bar was lively but not overwhelmingly crowded, and the dim lighting paired with the soft hum of music created the perfect atmosphere. Jason ordered the first round of drinks, sliding you a glass of something fruity while he opted for his usual whiskey.

“To a night of bad decisions,” he said, clinking his glass against yours.

“To your bad influence,” you replied.

The night had been going smoothly, the two of you sharing drinks and laughing together at a table in the corner of the bar. Jason was in his element, his sharp wit and cocky grin keeping you entertained as the whiskey warmed him up.

You were halfway through a second fruity cocktail when Jason excused himself to use the restroom. “Don’t get into trouble while I’m gone,” he teased, ruffling your hair before heading toward the back of the bar.

Rolling your eyes with a fond smile, you sipped your drink and waited, absentmindedly drumming your fingers against the table to the beat of the music. That’s when a stranger slid into Jason’s vacant seat.

“Hey there,” the guy said, his voice smooth but laced with overconfidence. He was tall, with slicked-back hair and a charming smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “I couldn’t help but notice you from across the room. You here alone?”

You blinked, caught off guard. “Uh, no. I’m actually—”

“Because someone as gorgeous as you shouldn’t be sitting here all by yourself,” he interrupted, leaning a little closer.

Your eyebrows shot up, and you leaned back slightly, a polite but firm smile on your face. “I’m not alone. My boyfriend’s—”

“Oh, come on,” the guy cut in again, grinning. “I don’t see anyone around. How about I buy you a drink?”

Before you could respond, a familiar voice cut through the noise.

“She’s already got one, thanks.”

The guy turned, only to find Jason standing there, his posture loose but his eyes sharp with thinly veiled irritation. He crossed his arms over his chest, his leather jacket creaking slightly as he glared down at the stranger.

“Oh, uh…” The guy hesitated, glancing between you and Jason. “Didn’t realize she was taken.”

“Yeah, well, now you do,” Jason said, his tone calm but unmistakably possessive. He stepped closer, towering over the guy. “So maybe you should move along.”

The guy raised his hands in mock surrender, muttering something under his breath before slipping away.

Once he was gone, Jason slid back into his seat, his jaw still tight as he picked up his drink. “What an idiot,” he muttered, taking a swig.

You couldn’t help but smirk, leaning forward on the table. “What’s wrong, Jason? You jealous?”

His blue eyes flicked up to meet yours, his expression softening slightly as he shrugged. “Maybe,” he admitted, swirling the whiskey in his glass. “Not that I need to be. You handled yourself just fine.”

“You’re right, you don’t need to be jealous,” you teased, reaching across the table to tap his hand. “But I gotta say, you being all possessive? Kinda hot.”

Jason’s lips twitched into a grin, his earlier irritation melting away. “Yeah?” He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table as his gaze locked with yours. “Well, maybe I like reminding people that you’re mine.”

Your cheeks warmed, but you rolled your eyes to hide it. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And you love it,” he shot back, his grin widening as he reached across the table to grab your hand.

You laughed, squeezing his hand. “Yeah, I do.”

The night stretched on, and it didn’t take long for Jason to surpass his drinking limit. His laughter was louder, his grin looser, and his movements more uncoordinated. You knew the telltale signs: Jason Todd was drunk drunk.

“Okay, big guy, time to go home,” you said, catching his arm as he swayed slightly.

Jason pouted at you, his glass halfway to his mouth. “But I’m fine! C’mon, babe, one more drink—”

“Nope,” you cut him off, taking the glass from his hand and setting it on the bar. “You’re done for the night.”

He let out a dramatic groan as you helped him to his feet. He was heavy, his tall frame slumping against you as you looped his arm around your shoulders. “Y’know,” he started, his words slurring slightly, “you’re really strong for someone so… small. And sexy. God, you’re sexy.”

You rolled your eyes, dragging him toward the door. “Thanks, Jason. Now keep walking.”

But Jason wasn’t done. As you hauled him through the streets, his rambling only got worse. “Have I told you how pretty you are? Like, stupidly pretty? Like, if I wasn’t already in love with you, I’d fall for you all over again.”

“Uh-huh,” you muttered, your focus on keeping him upright.

“And your legs in that dress—damn. You could knock a guy out with those legs. Lucky it’s me you’re with, ‘cause no one else deserves you.”

You tried to suppress a laugh, shaking your head. “You’re lucky I love you, Jason Todd.”

By the time you got him home, Jason was practically dead weight, leaning heavily on you as you stumbled into the apartment. “Almost there,” you huffed, dragging him toward the couch.

But before you could get him seated, Jason groaned, clutching his stomach.

“Jason, don’t you dare—”

Too late. He doubled over, and, to your dismay, promptly vomited all over himself.

“Goddammit, Jason!” you yelped, stepping back to avoid the mess.

He groaned again, slumping forward. “I don’t feel so good,” he mumbled, his voice small and pathetic.

“No kidding,” you muttered, sighing heavily. “Alright, let’s get you to the bathroom.”

You managed to maneuver him into the tub, his head leaning against the cool porcelain as you stripped off his soiled clothes, muttering under your breath about stubborn boyfriends and their bad decisions. He was barely coherent, his eyes fluttering shut as you cleaned up the mess around him.

About an hour later, you’d scrubbed the apartment clean and returned to check on him. To your surprise , Jason was sitting up in the tub, looking far more alert than he had any right to after the mess he’d made. His eyes were clearer, the usual sharpness returning to his features, though his hair was still sticking out in every direction.

“Hey,” he said, his voice sheepish and low. “Feeling better now.”

You crossed your arms, leaning against the bathroom doorframe. “Great. Took you long enough.”

Jason winced, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, uh… sorry about that. I didn’t mean to… you know, ruin the night.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t keep the corners of your lips from twitching. “You owe me, Todd. Big time.”

“I know,” he said, his voice a little softer. He glanced down at himself, then back at you with a small, cheeky grin. “So… now that I’m sober, think you could help me out?”

“With what?” you asked, already suspicious.

Jason gestured to himself, completely bare except for the towel you’d thrown over him earlier. “Washing me. I still feel gross, and I could use a little help.”

You raised an eyebrow, biting back a laugh. “Are you serious?”

“Dead serious,” he said, his grin turning playful. “C’mon, babe. You’ve already seen me at my worst tonight. A little soap and water won’t kill you.”

You sighed dramatically but grabbed the soap and a washcloth from the counter. “You’re impossible,” you muttered, kneeling beside the tub.

“And you love it,” Jason quipped, leaning back in the tub with a smug expression.

As you ran the washcloth over his shoulders, he let out a contented sigh, closing his eyes. “You’re too good to me, you know that?”

“Yeah, I do,” you said, smiling despite yourself.

For all his teasing, Jason was unusually quiet as you continued to clean him up, his expression soft and grateful. When you finished, he caught your wrist, pulling you closer.

“Thanks for taking care of me,” he murmured, his tone sincere.

“Always,” you replied, leaning in to press a kiss to his forehead.

Jason smirked again, the playful glint returning to his eyes. “You know, next time we go drinking, I’ll return the favor.”

“Don’t push your luck,” you warned, but you were both laughing now, the night’s chaos already a distant memory.

After Jason was cleaned up and dressed in a fresh pair of boxers, you decided to forgo the rest of the chaos from the night and focus on winding down together. You had slipped into one of his oversized t-shirts and a pair of his boxers, the fabric soft and comfortable.

Jason had thrown himself onto the couch, sprawled out lazily as you grabbed a blanket and a random movie to play in the background. “C’mon, babe,” he said, patting the spot next to him. “Let’s just relax now.”

You settled beside him, curling up with your legs draped over his lap. He instinctively wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer. The movie flickered on the screen, but neither of you were paying much attention.

Instead, your fingers found their way to Jason’s face, gently tracing the faint scars on his cheek and jawline. He tensed slightly at first, his cheeks turning a faint shade of pink.

“What are you doing?” he asked, his voice quieter now.

“Admiring how beautiful you are,” you replied honestly, pressing a kiss to one of the scars on his cheek.

Jason blinked, his blush deepening as he looked away. “Beautiful, huh? Don’t think anyone’s ever called me that before.”

“Well, they should,” you said, your voice soft but firm. You cupped his face, brushing your thumb along his jawline. “Because you are, Jason. Every part of you—your scars, your smile, your stupid smirk—everything.”

He swallowed hard, his hand tightening slightly on your hip. “You’re really trying to kill me here, aren’t you?”

You laughed softly, leaning in to press another kiss to his nose, then one to his jaw, working your way to his lips. “I’m just telling the truth,” you murmured against his mouth.

Jason kissed you back, slow and tender, as if he wanted to savor every second. When you pulled back, his blue eyes were soft, the usual edge to them replaced by something vulnerable and unguarded.

“You’re the best thing that ever happened to me, you know that?” he said, his voice low and sincere.

You smiled, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. “And you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

The two of you spent the rest of the night tangled together on the couch, exchanging kisses and quiet words as the movie played on in the background. Jason’s blush lingered every time you told him how beautiful he was, but he didn’t pull away, holding you close like you were his entire world.

The soft hum of your music filled the room, a peaceful contrast to the chaotic world outside. You had found your spot on the couch, Jason’s head resting in your lap as he drifted into a peaceful sleep. His breathing was slow, steady, and you couldn’t help but smile down at him as you picked up your MP3 player, pressing the headphones to your ears.

The gentle strumming of Mac DeMarco’s Salad Days began to play, and you hummed along to the familiar tune, the words flowing from your lips in a lazy, easy rhythm. You smiled softly, enjoying the quiet moment—until you felt Jason shift in your lap, his body tensing under your touch.

You stopped singing, looking down at him. His face was contorted in an expression of distress, a slight tremor running through him. The soft, rhythmic rise and fall of his chest quickened, and you immediately knew what was happening.

“Jason?” you murmured, gently brushing his hair back, but he didn’t stir.

His breathing hitched, and in an instant, he shot upright, gasping for air, his chest rising and falling rapidly. His wide eyes were filled with panic, and his hands gripped at the sides of the couch as if he were trying to anchor himself in the present.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” you said gently, leaning in to touch his shoulder. You knew it was a nightmare, one of those familiar ones that haunted him. He didn’t even need to speak for you to understand. You’d learned the signs over the months of being together.

Jason’s eyes were still wild as he turned toward you, his body shaking. His chest heaved as he fought to breathe, but the trauma from the nightmare had him in a state of shock.

“I—I don’t… It’s just…” His voice cracked, and the words caught in his throat. His hands trembled as they reached for you, and he buried his face in your shoulder, his body racked with silent sobs.

You wrapped your arms around him, holding him close. “It’s okay. You’re safe, Jason,” you whispered, your voice calm and soothing. You stroked his back gently, letting him cling to you as he slowly began to calm.

“I… I saw it again,” he whispered hoarsely, his voice muffled against your skin. “It’s always the same…”

You nodded, your fingers weaving into his hair as you kissed the top of his head. “I know, baby. I know.”

His hands were still gripping you, and you could feel the tension in his body slowly begin to ease as you comforted him. “Just breathe, Jason. You’re here. I’m here.”

His breath came in shaky gasps as he nodded, but the tears didn’t stop, falling silently as you continued to rock him gently. “I’m here,” you whispered again, the words becoming a mantra.

After a few minutes, you reached for the MP3 player, pressing it to your ears once more. You knew how music calmed him down, so you began to softly play White Ferrari by Frank Ocean. The soft, haunting melody filled the room, and you started to hum along quietly at first. You didn’t sing loudly—just a quiet, gentle melody that flowed like a lullaby.

Jason’s breathing began to slow in time with the music, his grip on you loosening as his body relaxed once again. You smiled softly, brushing your lips against his temple as you continued to sing along, the song soothing both of you in the silence of the room.

“White Ferrari, had you been there?

I swear I’ve seen you before…”

As you sang, you could feel his breathing becoming deeper, more even. His head shifted back onto your lap, and his body finally went slack as he fell back into a peaceful sleep, the nightmare momentarily forgotten.

You continued to hum the song, the soft melody lulling him into a deeper rest as you held him, protecting him from the world that had so often hurt him.

And as Jason slept peacefully in your arms, you softly whispered, “I love you, Jason. Always.”

Your music was the only sound left in the room, and it was enough to keep both of you safe for the moment, lost in each other’s presence.

The morning light filtered softly through the curtains, casting a gentle glow across the room. You were already awake, quietly enjoying the peaceful atmosphere that had settled between you and Jason. He was still lying in your lap, his body stretched out on the couch, his breathing calm and steady, finally free of the nightmare’s grip.

You smiled down at him, brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead. Slowly, you ran your fingers through his dark hair, gently untangling it. His skin was warm against your touch, and you could feel the steady beat of his heart under your fingertips.

“Jason,” you whispered softly, leaning down to kiss his forehead. “Wake up, babe.”

He groaned slightly, blinking a few times as his eyes slowly fluttered open, adjusting to the light. His gaze met yours, and for a moment, he looked completely dazed.

“Morning,” you said with a soft smile, running your fingers through his hair again.

“Mmm…” Jason stretched, the muscles in his shoulders tightening as he yawned. “What time is it?”

“Late enough for you to relax for the day,” you replied, brushing a hand over his chest in a calming motion. “You’ve had a rough night. No patrols today.”

Jason groaned, his brows furrowing slightly. “But I’ve got things to do…” His voice trailed off as he sat up a little, clearly not fully awake.

You gave him a gentle push back down, resting your hand on his chest to keep him there. “No. You’re staying in today. Relax. I already took care of everything.”

Jason looked at you with a raised eyebrow, slightly suspicious. “What do you mean, you ‘took care of everything’?”

“I cleaned your armor and loaded your guns,” you said matter-of-factly. “And I checked the safety. It’s actually on this time,” you added with a teasing smile, remembering the last time he forgot.

Jason huffed, a small, self-conscious smile tugging at his lips. “Okay, okay. I get it. I’ll take a break.”

You leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “Good. Just relax for today.”

He melted into the kiss, his hands reaching up to pull you closer as he deepened it for a brief moment before pulling back. He smiled at you with that same easy grin. “You know, you’re kinda perfect for me, right?”

You rolled your eyes with a fond chuckle, lightly tapping his chest. “Yeah, yeah, I know.”

Jason let out a small laugh as he propped himself up, leaning against the back of the couch. You stood up and went to the bathroom to grab his hairbrush, returning to sit beside him once more. You took his hand gently, guiding it to rest on his lap as you began to brush his hair with care, working out the tangles from the night.

The feel of your fingers running through his hair made Jason sigh contentedly, his eyes closing as he leaned back, fully allowing himself to relax. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you,” he muttered softly.

“You’re lucky,” you teased, giving him a playful smile as you continued brushing. “But you’re stuck with me now, so deal with it.”

Jason’s lips quirked into a smile, his gaze softening as he watched you. “I’ll gladly deal with it.”

The two of you spent the morning like that—peaceful, quiet, and content in each other’s presence. You made sure he stayed relaxed, and he let himself enjoy the calm, appreciating every moment you shared. As the hours passed, Jason could feel his tension slipping away, and for once, he didn’t have to think about the past, the mission, or the next fight. He had you, and for today, that was all that mattered.

The smell of sizzling eggs and fresh coffee filled the apartment, as you stood at the stove, focused on making breakfast. The warmth of the kitchen was a stark contrast to the cool air outside, and the soft hum of the radio added a touch of comfort to the morning. You had decided to go all out for Jason, making his breakfast in the shape of a heart just to tease him a little.

Jason sat at the kitchen table, his eyes occasionally flicking over to you, a lazy grin spreading across his face as he watched you move around the kitchen. He was clearly enjoying the view, and you could feel his gaze lingering on you.

You couldn’t help but smirk to yourself, pretending not to notice as you carefully flipped the eggs. You knew exactly what he was doing.

After a few more moments of silent admiring, you plated the heart-shaped eggs and slid the plate in front of him. His eyes widened in a mixture of surprise and amusement as he stared at the breakfast in front of him.

“You’re kidding,” he said, his voice low and slightly teasing. “Heart-shaped eggs? You really went all out, huh?”

You leaned on the counter with a grin. “I thought it’d be cute. What do you think?”

Jason chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. “I think I’m dating a literal angel.” He picked up his fork, still staring at the heart-shaped eggs with a slight laugh, and took a bite. “You know, this is the best breakfast I’ve had in a while,” he admitted, his voice softened by the affection in his eyes.

You beamed at him, walking over to join him at the table. You leaned across the surface, planting a soft kiss on his cheek.

“You’re so cheesy,” you said with a playful roll of your eyes.

Jason laughed, his usual smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “What can I say? You bring out the teenage boy in me. I bet you’d look even nicer right now if I was behind you.”

You froze, realizing the playful, mischievous glint in his eye. Your cheeks immediately flushed, and you leaned back slightly, trying to hide your embarrassment. “Jason…”

He leaned back in his chair, his smile growing wider as he saw the faint blush on your face. “What? I’m just saying, you’ve got that look today.”

“Yeah, I bet,” you muttered, knowing he was being his usual naughty self. But before you could move away, Jason reached over and gently grabbed your chin, turning your face toward him.

You let out a soft, startled laugh as Jason, still grinning, pressed a kiss to your cheek. His lips lingered there for a moment before he pulled away, looking completely smug. “See? I told you.”

In response, you playfully leaned forward and bit his cheek, causing him to yelp with surprise. “Stop being so cheeky,” you teased, your smile wide and mischievous.

Jason grinned, his hand brushing through your hair as he leaned in to kiss your forehead. “You’re impossible,” he muttered, but the fondness in his voice was clear. “But I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

You laughed softly, wrapping your arms around him. “Good thing, because you’re stuck with me.”

The two of you spent the rest of the morning teasing each other, laughing, and sharing small moments of affection. It was the kind of simple, quiet morning you both needed—no danger, no missions, just the comfort of each other’s company.

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fuck it friday

(it hasn't been Friday for me for the last 25 minutes but let's pretend I'm on time, can we? thank youu also I gotta be honest that I almost didn't post this one cause imposter syndrome hit hard, but then my angel @laundryandtaxesworld helped me out and I decided to give it a shot. So thank you Viaaa, ily ♥♥♥) Tagged by @911coded and @unhingedangstaddict, thank you lovelies! ♥ This is the beginning of priest Tommy AU, sooo I hope you'll like it! I'm excited to see where it goes:

Buck loves LA, but he hates days like this one, where it feels like the whole city is a greenhouse. The heat is sticky and humid, clinging to his skin and making him sweat in his uniform. All he wants is a cold shower and a minute to breathe. And, okay, maybe a cold beer wouldn’t be a bad idea.

Instead, he’s crammed in the back of the 118 fire engine, heading to San Pedro for one more call. And Buck loves his job, he does, but they’ve been on back-to-back calls for the last three hours. 

“Christ, I feel like I’m gonna melt” He whines, and Eddie smirks at him from the front seat (he had won rock paper scissors fair and square, the bastard), pushing his sunglasses up his nose. His Texas-raised ass does just fine with this horrible weather, and Buck hates him for it. 

“Yeah? Better start working hard to go to heaven then, cause you would not survive the eternal flames” He quips. Buck crosses his arms, too stubborn to let himself be influenced by the collective chuckle.

“I already work hard to go to heaven, don’t I? Saving lives and stuff” He says with a shrug, absolutely not pouting, thank you very much.. 

“I don’t know, Buckaroo.” Chim says, a playful smirk on his face. “When was the last time you set foot in a church? That’s supposed to be a big deal for the guy upstairs”

“Well, if that’s the dealbreaker, we’re all screwed” Hen says dryly, even though she doesn’t look particularly concerned. “Except for Cap, of course.”

Bobby chuckles from the driver’s seat, taking a turn to the right and stopping the truck. 

“Well, here’s your chance to make up for it” He says, and Buck comes down from the engine to find out they pulled up to a small stone-walled church. 

The doors are open, and most people are outside or at the very back of the church, chatting agitatedly, their eyes widened as most people when they find themselves witnesses to a 911-level emergency. It’s a sizable crowd, he thinks, considering it’s a Wednesday afternoon (which, as far as his Episcopalian-raised knowledge goes, is not a church day). 

As they rush up the church’s steps, he notices half of the crowd are the usual elderly ladies, but half of it are people around their 20s and 30s, and a few teens, which surprises Buck. They’re all whispering fiercely to each other and keep stealing glances inside the church. One of the ladies approaches them, relief clear in her eyes. 

“Oh, thank God you got here so fast!” She says, wringing her hands together. “It’s Mrs. Bellini, you see, she has low blood pressure, and this weather…”

“Ma’am” Bobby cuts her off as gently as possible. “Were you the one who called 911?”

“No, it was father Kinard.” She clarifies, leading them inside. “He’s already tended to her forehead, but he didn’t want to risk moving her until you arrived to check her situation.”

The church is relatively small, but the ceiling is high, and their footsteps echo against the walls. It’s a lot cooler inside, and Buck lets out an involuntary sigh of relief as they get out of the intense sunlight.

The woman leads them to one of the front pews, where they find another lady who’s sitting down, looking pale and sheepish. There's a white gaze pressed against her forehead, and a small red stain seems to have formed against it. Sitting by her side is a man dressed in white robes, a green-colored long scarf-looking thingy around his neck. 

He stands up when they approach, and Buck’s taken aback, because he’s ridiculously tall; a little taller than Buck, even, and that’s no easy feat. His features are sharp, a jawbone that could probably cut through glass, and he has a cleft on his chin (why did Buck notice that, he wonders? Is it weird to notice a priest has a cleft?). He’s looking at them with widened blue eyes that are filled with concern.

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