#like imagine your perfect man Jason is better

[celaenaeiln]

You know what’s interesting?

Dick didn’t set out to murder Zucco with the intent of being a killer. He viewed it as an unfortunate byproduct of his actions.

His real goal was to “purge the world of criminals” because “darkness needs light.”

Do you realize how unhinged that sounds? It means Robin wasn’t created from anger. It was created from the messed up psyche of a child who realized at 8 years old that the entire world needs something better than what it was given and so he went out and became it.

I cant properly explain how insane that is. It’s like putting the logic of the Joker inside the mind of child but turning it for good. Everything is falling into place now. That is why the Joker hates Dick-he is the one Robin the man couldn’t break. Literally COULDN’T because when he’s facing Dick, he’s facing the version of himself that would have existed if he had put himself to good. That was would break HIM.

Imagine spending the better part of your life doing your utmost worst to show Batman that people and the system are inherently evil only to have him fall head over cowl for a version of yourself to completely invalidate your reason for existing. How psychotic would you turn when you realize you have nothing to prove?

This also explains why Dick is so well adjusted and sociable in a way that Bruce and the others aren’t.

Bruce loses it when he loses his children, he thinks it’s a failure of his abilities and doubts his life’s work.

Jason loses it when he thinks he’s been replaced because his reason for being is having someone care for him.

Tim loses it when he comes to a dead-end. He feels helpless and lost when he doesn’t know the next move because his reason for being is being able to solve what’s wrong.

Damian loses it when he feels abandoned. He feels hurt and broken because he’s a child who wants to be loved.

The reason Dick was the perfect choice for Dark Crisis and to become the dawn of DCU is because his sole reason for being is to be the light.

That is why Bruce refused to destroy a planet when Superman asked him too. That is why Dick was the only person in the universe who could control the Darkness infecting him when even Deathstroke lost his mind to it. That is why the evil Justice League chose Dick of every one to kill-to make a point.

This is why he’s looked up to by major heroes such as Superman, Wonderwoman, the Titans, the children, the villains, and the civilians.

This is why Harvey Dent called Robin Dick “Batman’s secret weapon.”

Although anger was the baseline emotion, Dick doesn’t have anger issues because:

Robin wasn’t created for revenge. It was created with the intention of building a world so unrealistically good, that the level of the vision Richard Grayson was aiming for and set the standards for- is so terrifyingly inconceivable.

And that-is why he is a happy, feral, monster.

#robin was so much more than the result of an angry child #he set the standards so high he scared bruce for what he aiming #bruce didn’t enable him-he leashed him #dick grayson #nightwing #bruce wayne #batman #joker #tim drake #red robin #damian wayne #robin #jason todd #red hood #robin dick grayson #batfamily #dc universe

[gay-dorito-dust]

Dick loves your plushie collection.

He doesn’t find it embarrassing in the slightest! If anything he finds it more offensive that you’d think it embarrassing having plushies as an adult. After he himself has a plush bunny dressed in his nightwing attire -escrima sticks and all- that he won at an arcade game a while back perched on the top of his bed back home.

He calls it dick jr and cuddles it when he has a rough night of crime fighting.

So he’s the last person to ever cast judgment on your plush collection.

If anything he lets his imagination run wild with them and takes full advantage of them. So if the instance came where you weren’t home, Dick would always send you photos and mini videos of him taking excellent care of a plush hare called Sir John Roderick Wellington the third by tucking him in bed at night, pretending to brush his teeth, etc

Or he’d make enact a photo shoot with a couple of them and send the results to you as your left asking where’d he manage to get all sorts of accessories for them…you’re still awaiting the answer to this day. Another thing he’d do with them is take them with him as company while he’s doing mundane chores in the apartment and act as though the plush is helping him.

You were quick to catch on that Dick having a hell of blast with it with how often he spammed your phone with a plethora of photos and videos that kept you up to date with the daily misadventures of your plushy. And yet you weren’t any better either as you kept them all in a album in your phone and are still wondering why your phone keeps informing you that you are running low on space…

Your favourite picture of your plushy was one where Dick had it tucked in bed, a picture of you on its lap, meanwhile Dick’s face could be seen peaking up from the bottom corner of the screen followed by the caption; ‘he misses you and can’t wait for you to come home and cuddle him. Oh and also me. :(

It’s became your Home Screen now and it was the best decision you’ve been made because it never failed to make you smile even on a bad day.

Jason loves it when you wear his clothes.

It’s free therapy for the man seeing you in his clothes and you can quote me on that.

He fucking loved coming home to see you do your own thing while looking all comfortable and relaxed in his shirts or hoodies doing so. For all Jason could ever want for you was for you to feel comfortable with him however you saw fit.

Also it gives him the more reason to stare at you shamelessly, well more than he did already, but you get the point. Jason is a simple man who’s not above letting it known how much he absolutely adores you.

So you wearing his clothes only added onto that adoration that he had for you. No one else could be more perfect in his eyes then you and he stands by that that statement.

‘You look perfect.’ -Jason

‘Jason, I’m wearing sweats and one of your shirts while eating pizza.’ -you

‘Yeah, perfect.’ -Jason

‘Doofus.’ -you, smiling.

Some days Jason would even go out of his way to leave his clothes on your side of the bed as a hint that he wants you to wear it for the day. Other days however he would be outright and blunt with the fact that he’d rather have you in his clothes than your own at this point.

‘Why are you wearing your clothes?’ - Jason

‘Because they’re my clothes and I feel bad wearing all of yours all the time.’ -you

‘Well I on the other hand don’t, take this shirt and go back into our bedroom and change.’ - Jason says as he takes off the shirt he was wearing and hands it to you, uncaring of the fact that he was shirtless in the living room.

‘You’re being dramatic Jason.’ - you as you take the warm shirt from his hands.

‘No I’m not, I just like you in my clothes a lot better than anything else.’ - Jason said, crossing his arms over his chest.

‘You’re getting jealous over clothes now?’ - you asked, raising a brow.

‘Yes.’ Jason responds instantly. ‘Now for the sake of my sanity go back and put my shirt on please.’

You kiss his cheek before leaving for the bedroom to change. ‘If you insist.’

‘I heavily insist chipmunk.’ - Jason says as he watched you walk away before following after to grab another shirt.

Jason loves it when you’re in his clothes. It’s his greatest strength and his greatest weakness.

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[undreaming-fanfiction]

Imagine pretty boy Steve trapped in a mirror for his vanity.

Except he grows as a person so much that his sole purpose becomes boosting self-esteem of everyone looking into the mirror (unless they're being an asshole in which case, bye any semblance of personal worth).

"Looking great, Dustin, go and get them! Oh wait, move your tie slightly to the left, that's it, good job buddy, go go go!"

"Seriously Robin, there's no way your lady isn't all over you the moment you step in that restaurant. Did you wear smudge-proof lipstick? Time to test it."

"No, Nance, it's not weird to ask your ex-boyfriend if you look presentable, I mean, who else is better qualified? Good choice of dress for the interview, you're going to ace it."

"El, it doesn't matter how long your hair is. Yeah, it was so pretty, but it will grow back. But you know what else? You have gorgeous eyes, a wonderful smile and the way you say "mouth-breather" is everything. As long as you have that smile you'll be the prettiest girl around, so don't you dare worry about it."

"Mike, stop looking like someone stepped in your birthday cake, you're a handsome young man and Will is going to love the new haircut. If I'm wrong, feel free to come back and spread mustard all over my frame, but I've yet to be wrong. Yeah, you're a bit of an asshole too, now go and get your boy!"

"Joyce, you're as beautiful as always, but from what I know about Hopper, he'd think you're the most beautiful person alive if you were wearing a potato sack. But this dress is perfect and you look so happy. I wish you all the best on your date!"

"Yeah Jason, looks aren't the issue here...nothing I can do to help you all the ugly stuff on the inside buddy. Sure, smash the mirror if you want - good luck by the way, it's fucking cursed for a reason - but that won't make the truth hurt less, huh?"

And then Eddie accidentally steps in front of him and Steve has never seen anyone so unaware of his own beauty. And Eddie seems to be the only one apart from Robin who realizes how lonely he sometimes gets so he often takes Steve with him no matter where he goes (the big van is handy) and Steve makes sure to shower him with compliments, gradually finding exactly the right doses and right words to make Eddie understand how special he is, how radiant his smile looks, how he's so animated when he talks about things he loves-

And on the day when Eddie looks into the mirror and finally sees himself just as Steve sees him, the mirror cracks and Steve falls out, disoriented and kind of terrified, what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck-?!

But Eddie just smiles at him and hugs him, the first human touch in such a long time it makes Steve tear up. "Finally!" exclaims Eddie and pulls him even closer. "No shame at all Stevie, but that frame was fucking heavy!"

#steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steddie drabble #steddie au #stranger things #stranger things au

[klbwriting]

If you can, any domestic Jason Todd headcanons (or fic) would do. I image something along the lines of them getting married, so what it would be like -the emotional state he would be in lol-, being pregnant with their first child two years later and emotional turmoil pt2 😭 and the child is definitely a girl because Jason is a certified dads girl ™️ perhaps a little snippet of how it would be (in terms of emotions) for him to see his family/child grow up, after such a bad upbringing and feeling at peace. At home, because he knows he is safe and loved unconditionally

OOOOO I LOVE THIS! Ok, here goes, I hope you enjoy!

Jason would be absolutely the most nervous man on the planet to even ask you to marry him. He would plan how to ask for months, carrying the ring in his pocket, a ruby of course, with black diamonds around it. He would be waiting for the perfect moment, a dinner at the nicest place he could find, a picnic on the grounds of the manor, a show that you loved, but every time he would be too nervous, his insecurities and self doubt plaguing him until finally you were the one who brought it up.

You and Jason were sitting on the couch, just hanging out watching some bad reality tv, and you looked at him. He looked back at you, the look in your eye scaring him. You were thinking about something serious, your mouth a thin line, eyes narrowing a little, and he was scrambling to figure out what he had done wrong. Was this it? Did you finally decide to leave him? Then you smiled at him. "Jason?" you said. "Yes sweetheart?" "Are you going to ask me to marry you or is that ring you're carrying around for your other girlfriend?" Jason was floored but honestly, what better time? You were looking more gorgeous than ever before, relax in your sweatpants and one of his shirts, smiling so sweet he couldn't wait another second and got down on one knee right there.

The wedding was somehow more stressful than popping the question. Jason kept expecting you to come to your senses and break everything off, leave him for someone with less baggage then him, someone who wasn't worried about the backup plans for your wedding in case Joker or Bane attacked the city. But the day arrived and Bruce brought in backup to make sure no one messed with his son's big day. Clark Kent said a quick hello to Jason before getting a call about an important story and needed to leave early, but he would send a gift. Then Diana Prince showed up, telling Bruce and Jason that she had just spoken to you and you looked amazing, just gorgeous. Then he was at the top of the aisle and watching you come towards him he didn't think his life could be any more perfect.

You pretty much spent the first couple years married in a constant state of perfect happiness. Jason was an even better husband than boyfriend, and he still somehow kept protecting the city. He was amazing and you felt so lucky that he was in your life. Then you found out you were pregnant and Jason almost spiraled. It was rough for the first couple months as he adjusted to the idea. He never honestly pictured himself as a father since his had been so epically bad. He could not imagine he would be any better. He got reckless in his patrolling, making you stress out until finally you had to tell him what was happening. The stress from him being out and not being careful was making you sick, maybe hurting the baby, and Jason realized one night when came home to find you sobbing on the bathroom floor that he needed to pull himself together. You were going to be a great parent and he would have to work on himself to be on your level. He got some help from a therapist, from Bruce, who maybe wasn't a perfect father but he was better than Jason's real father.

The birth of his daughter was the greatest day of Jason's life. You were amazing, bring a new life into this world, the beautiful little girl who stole his heart. He kissed your head, watching you hold the baby, tears in your eyes. "She's perfect," you said softly. Jason smiled and kissed her little head. "You both are perfect," he whispered. Somehow, all the fear he had had when he found out about the baby was gone, all he could think about was how he was going to be the best father he could. This girl would grow up happy, loved, and accepted for who she was.

Jason thought the first day of school was the worst day ever. His baby, his little angel, old enough to go off on her own. You thought you were emotional until you saw Jason not even holding back the tears, watching his daughter enter school for the first time, turning one time to run back and hug her daddy. He gripped her close before letting her go and gently pushing her towards her class. "What do you think?" you asked him. He swallowed hard, watching her turn and wave again, smiling wide, so confident in herself and so happy. "I feel happy, like everything is finally perfect," he said softly, heart feeling at peace for the first time.

#asks #answered #jason todd #jasontodd #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd x y/n #redhood #red hood #red hood x reader #red hood x you #red hood x y/n

[h4rring1on]

day 1 of asking for part 2 of reader walking in on eddie nd chrissy doing the devils tango

warnings: swearing, some sexual scenes, eddie getting the bitchy karma he deserves, idk what else but please tell me !!

it had been almost a week since the whole eddie thing, you loved eddie, and you didn’t leave the house for about 2 days. but once they ended, all that consumed you was anger.

anger.

you needed revenge, you needed to show that prick that he can’t just cheat on you and expect to just live life. no. you wanted him to feel pain. to feel hurt, to feel so confused, to just be completely ruined.

you wanted him to cry himself to sleep everyday thinking about you, you wanted him to think of you when he had sex with chrissy, you wanted him to think about that moment where you walked in and realized what was going on.

you wanted to play with his head. to make him pay. and what else than by being with one of his worst enemies.

eddie didn’t really hate jason, sure he was annoying, but it was just playful hate. who he really hated was steve, perfect steve, ladies man steve, steve the hair harrington, the steve.

you gotwith steve, steve. the ‘you don’t have to worry about him’ steve. yes, that steve. he was pretty easy, you already knew he was all over you, but you never told eddie because he’d obviously think something was going on.

but who cares now?

even though steve liked you, he was still your friend, so when he came over to make sure you’re okay after everything, you stared at him like you never have before. like something in you just clicked, and before you knew it, you were kissing him and it lead to more

eddie hadn’t seen you in a while, and he still loved you. but you demanded a box of your stuff sent to your house, he sadly looked at the box, memories filled these items.

when you didn’t answer, he thought something happened to you. so when he walked in, he heard unusual sounds, he walked into your bedroom and froze

he saw the two of you, naked. you were moaning uncontrollably as steve pounded you from the back, he slid his hand down to your pussy, and circled your clit, making you shake

eddie couldn’t even say anything, he walked out of the room and dropped the stuff at the front door, tears brimming in his eyes. you were with steve. steve was making you feel good, way better than eddie that’s for sure.

a few days later, he went to family video to rent a movie that could help him forget about you, when he walked in, he saw you sitting on the counter, with your legs wrapped around steve’s waist, a smile on your face as he kept whispering sweet nothings in your ear

eddie heard your giggle and that was it for him. that’s when he finally truly knew. he lost you, and he clearly wasn’t gonna get you back again. you were never gonna be seen with him again. he walked out and didn’t bother coming back again.

as for you, sure, it started with just getting eddie back, but steve wasn’t what you imagined at all. everyone called him a player, but he was the sweetest person ever, and he treated you way better than eddie. he’d give you flowers, chocolates, free movies, and he’d comfort you much better than eddie.

not to mention the sex because that’s a whole other thing. you couldn’t bare to be a liar like eddie, so when things were going really great with you and steve, you told him.

he wasn’t happy at first, but he was slightly happier because you said the truth, and not just that, but you stayed with him, which proved that your feelings were real.

you were happier with steve, he made you feel like the most special girl in the world, and he helped you forget the shitbird that was eddie. because that guy can kiss your ass.

a/n: I FEEL LIKE I DISAPPOINTED EVERYONE BC IT WASNT WHAT THEY EXPECTED :(

taglist: @eddiesange1 @mega-fandoms-everythingrock @soph69420world @saintomie

@druigsgold @salenorona23 @jmnlau @medusaslilsister @munsonbitch @crustlover

@merlieve @sylum @bibieddiesgf @starboyeddie @simp4rengoku @rat-p1ss

#stranger things 4 #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #stranger things x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x plus size reader #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson angst

[sluttyten]

Eros & Psyche

Yesterday <- || -> Kinktober Masterlist

Day Eleven: Anonymous Sex w/ Taeyong

Word Count: 9,568

Summary: you don’t know his name, you never see his face. he’s a perfect hook-up, absolutely no strings attached when you meet up for just sex. but how long can the anonymity truly last, and is it a cure-all for catching feelings?

The first time was a drunken mistake.

A careless night out at a club in LA. It was dark except when the lights flashed in quick bursts, and he was wearing a mask. Not like a normal face mask, but a Jason mask from the Friday the 13th movies. It was mid-October, and this club was doing Fright Nights with a costume contest every Saturday night this month, so the mask wasn’t out of place.

At first when he approached you, you were creeped out, but you were tipsy and horny and sad, reeling from the end of two relationships, due to a cheating bastard and a betrayed friendship, so you were just looking for something, for anything to numb the pain. The club, the drinks, and this Jason-mask wearing guy were exactly what you needed.

You didn’t care who he was or what he looked like, all you knew was how it felt when you pulled him into a messy stall in the women’s restroom, hiked up the skirt of your already very short dress, and when he slid up behind you. You barely even spoke to each other, no more than was necessary, but what little he did speak came with an accent from somewhere you couldn’t identify.

By the time you woke the next morning, you barely remembered the encounter, only a vague memory of getting fucked in a filthy bathroom by Jason Voorhees. But you felt better, odd as it may sound.

The second time you were still a bit drunk, and it was still probably a mistake.

You were being mature about your ex-friend and ex-boyfriend having an affair, so you were running away from your problems, seeking a life where you weren’t tied down to the city where they were.

New York was as good a place as any, you figured, and a week after that lapse in judgement at the club in LA, you found yourself in another club in New York City.

This was another Halloween-themed night, though only about half of the patrons seemed to be wearing what could pass as costumes. Much like the last time, you weren’t wearing a costume, you were just dressed in something tight (“something that screams ’fuck me’” a friend you’d brought along on this adventure told you).

The costumes here ranged from lazy to frightening to Marie Antoinette (Sexy Version). There were sexy cops, sexy nurses, sexy anything you can imagine.

Your friend was swept away by a person of an indeterminate gender who was dressed in a floor-length lacy black gown and long black hair a la Morticia Addams, but with a nicely trimmed beard. And just like that you were left to seek your own fun. You were standing at the bar, watching the bartender make your drink when a man dressed in a fitted black button down and black jeans wearing a skull mask leans against the bar beside you.

“Are you following me?” He says, speaking loudly to be heard over the music.

It takes you a moment to realize that he’s speaking to you. But he’s looking directly at you, there’s no one on the other side of you, and you decide, if this is some kind of pick-up line, it’s not a very good one.

“Excuse me?” You laugh, accepting your drink from the bartender as he hands it over.

The skeleton man looks at you, cocking his head slightly to the side.

“Sorry if I’m wrong,” he says the words slowly, and you detect that he’s searching for the right words. “But you were in LA last week?”

You feel strongly tempted to tell this guy no, to lie about having ever been to LA, but then he leans takes a step back, giving you some space.

“I’m wrong, maybe.” He lingers. “I was, uh, Jason at a club last week in LA, I thought maybe you were the girl I met there.”

And just like that your memory is sparked. You get flickers of his breath against your neck, hands on your thighs, your breath rasping out of your lungs as he’d fucked you against the wall of the stall like a nightmare-fueled fantasy.

“Oh!” You cover your mouth. “Yeah, that was me. I— Are you following me?” You ask, putting on a teasing tone, but you’re also a little bit serious. It’s weird. You meet in a random club across the country last week, and this week he finds you in New York? A voice that sounds a lot like the voice of reason whispers in the back of your mind that he could be a stalker.

He laughs, and for the first time you realize that his skeleton mask ends beneath his cheekbones, the rest is just very detailed paint. “I’m here for work,” he tells you, leaning closer again so you can hear him over the music. “I travel a lot, but I’m trying to have fun too.”

Now you can hear the familiar tones to his voice, that accent that you still haven’t placed.

“Where are you from?” You ask, leaning in as well. You’re close enough that when the lights strobe, you can see his eyes through the holes in the mask. Gorgeous eyes, large and dark.

“Uh, Korea,” he says after a moment. And then, “Can I buy you a drink?”

You won’t turn down a free drink, although some of your friends cite that as a problem, but tonight you’re celebrating freedom rather than mourning jt as you had been last week, so you take the drink gladly. He orders two shots of something, and you each throw one back.

You don’t know this guy. He’s a stranger that you’ve fucked, just some guy who travels a lot from Korea. Jason the Skeleton Man.

Your voice of reason grows quieter with each shot, until you find yourself stumbling out of the club with this Skeleton Man. He’s equally as tipsy as you, if not more so. His hair is bleached to a perfect, silvery shade of white that gleams beneath the streetlights as he tugs you away from the club, both of you tripping over your feet.

You’re not really sure where you’re going. He’d taken you out to dance together, bodies pressed hot and sweaty together in the mass of all the other partiers, and at some point he’d touched his lips to your ear to ask you if you wanted him to fuck you again. His hands had been on your body for the better part of the last thirty minutes, his cock grinding against your ass.

The sound of that word from his lips—fuck—had sounded so tempting when paired with the drinks and his touch, so you’d said yes. What did you have to lose?

Your friend was nowhere to be seen, so you shot off a quick text, a shared location, and you’d let the Skeleton Man lead you out of the club. Reckless and potentially quite dangerous, you weren’t thinking with your head but with your pussy.

It was a hotel he brought you too, just several blocks away through the city. It took longer to walk those blocks than it should’ve, possibly because you kept stopping him to pull him against you, kissing him until the skull makeup around his lips was smudging into gray.

By the time you reached the hotel, his hand was tight in yours, and he led you quickly by a group of young women who lingered outside on the curb, giggling over their phones. He all but dragged you through the lobby, and the moment you were alone in the elevator, he pressed you against the wall.

You were a mess of giggles, fingers twisting in the front of his shirt as you kissed him. The edge of his mask dug into your cheek a little uncomfortably, but not enough that you really minded.

There wasn’t much of anything you cared about then. You were feeling the confidence and carelessness of someone who’s had several shots, of someone who just wants to get dicked down by a man who you know knows what he’s doing. All you cared about was getting your hands inside of his pants the moment that his hotel room door opened.

The door wasn’t even swinging shut before you had him back up against the wall beside the door, your hand diving down the front of his pants, your lips on his. He moaned against your kiss, nipping at your lip as you pulled back, chasing after you with his lips. He lets you jerk him off like that, hard and rough, a little dry, but he seems to like that.

His long fingers pulled at your dress, tugging the straps down over your shoulders, the top down over your breasts. Your skeleton man has you naked in seconds, walking you backwards into the room while your fingers work down the buttons of his shirt, exposing his chest, revealing a piece of a tattoo on his hip, but you don’t get much of a chance to get a better look at it.

When he spins you around and presses your chest up against the window of the hotel room, your whole body lights up like a storm, caught between the cool glass and the heat building inside you.

He fucks you just like that. Up against the window with the busy city street down below you, the world laid out in front of you. He cums first, spilling into a condom as he grinds into you, trying to make the most of your tight heat around him.

Your orgasm he gifts to you on a silver platter. He drops to his knees, and fills you with his fingers, soothing the throbbing need with his tongue on your clit. He moans and slurps loudly, so noisy, but you kind of love it. Especially when he pulls away from your pussy to moan something in Korean when you’d tugged on his bleached white hair.

You can feel the coolness of the rings that decorate his fingers as he thrusts them knuckle-deep inside you, and feel the sharp and cool sting of the rings as he brings a hand up to your ass, squeezing massaging, pulling his hand back a little just to slap it back down as he sucks at your clit and crooks his fingers just right inside you to prod against that spot inside you that sets your world on fire.

He slurps up you wetness, the unavoidable gush of cum as you orgasm. You’re basically sitting on his face as he kneels behind you, and he lets you rock against his face, just licking you out as you chase the endless high.

Afterwards, when you just have to stumble away from him, pressing your cheek and hands and tits once more against the cool glass, you swear and pour out praises for his skills. You glance back over your shoulder at him just in time to see your very sexy skeleton man rock back on his heels and rise up onto his feet.

“Thank you,” he says as he wipes at his mouth and chin, smearing his makeup and even wiping it away in some places. “You’re really, really good too,” he tells you, and then he’s fumbling with his phone as he pulls it out of his pocket. You catch a glimpse of the time, quarter past two in the morning.

You should leave. Go back to the club or to the Airbnb you and your friend were renting for the weekend. You should definitely not stay here and sleepover tonight.

As much as you like sexy Skeleton Jason guy, you also really like the anonymity of this. You like not knowing what he looks like, not knowing his name, not knowing if fate is going to push you together again, maybe next time just passing in the street of some other city without you even knowing.

“I’d better go.” You peel yourself away from the window, skirting around him on your way back towards your abandoned dress on the floor. “But it was nice fucking you again.”

He laughs, and the sound makes you halfway turn around. “It was nice fucking you again, too,” he says. “Maybe we’ll get the chance again in the future?”

You’d like that.

“How long are you going to be in the city?” You ask, unable to help yourself.

“Ah,” he lifts a hand to rub the back of his head. The skeleton mask slips forward on his forehead a little bit. “Not too much longer. Back to Korea in two? Three days, maybe?”

That gives you at least another two days to chance running into him again.

You pull your dress back up, tugging the straps into place on your shoulders. “Maybe we’ll see each other again.”

“Maybe. But you might not know I’m me.” He grins as he says it. “You know, if you’re ever in Korea, in Seoul, let me know.”

“How?” You slip your feet back into your heels. “I don’t have your number or your name?” And you would kind of like to keep it that way. The anonymity is half of what makes this so hot.

“Give me your phone.” He holds his hand out, and you find yourself passing your phone over without a second thought. “This is my contact for, uh, kakaotalk. It’s an app we use instead of, like texting or, like, calling. If you’re in Seoul, use it.”

When he passes your phone back to you, you lock it without looking. “I will,” you promise. “But you have to promise that when I do, you’ll remember me. Okay?”

He smiles and nods, a slightly ominous sight with the skull mask. “I promise.”

You leave a few minutes later, and it’s only when you’re in the elevator, descending to the lobby, that you catch a glimpse of yourself in the reflection of the doors. Your mouth and cheeks and chin are smeared with dark gray makeup. You look like you’ve been making out with a piece of charcoal. You wipe at it until it comes off.

You hurry out through the lobby, back out onto the street as you pull up a map. To your surprise, your Airbnb is only two blocks back towards the club and then three blocks north, an easy enough walk, but it’s chilly and too late to be walking alone, so you order an Uber instead. It’s once you’re sitting in the backseat of the Uber, clearing out your open apps, that you see your contacts open.

He created a new contact, and the page is still open to it. There’s what you suppose must be his username on that kakaotalk app, and at the top of the screen, for his name, he put only two letters:

TY

and beside it, a small emoji of a rose.

Fate was a tricky bitch, presenting you with tricks and treats and twists of fate.

It was Halloween morning, a Monday of all days, when your boss approached you at work in the office. She was offering you a promotion.

In the weeks since discovering the affair between your boyfriend and your best friend, your life had felt quite messy and topsy-turvy, and basically every single day you woke up wishing for a fresh start. New York had been a fun break, but that was a couple weeks in the past now, and in the days since then you’d been approached by your ex-friend begging for forgiveness, seen them out together in public, and had to deal with the fallout in explaining to friends and acquaintances and family that you were no longer together with the cheating asshole.

So a fresh start, a promotion, that was exactly what you needed. And you accepted her offer only half an hour after she first presented it to you.

“The position will require you to uproot yourself,” your boss warned you. “You’re going to have to move wherever the company decides to place you. Are you sure you don’t need more time to think about this?”

No, you absolutely did not need more time. It was exactly what you needed.

Within days you were making preparations, by the end of the week your higher-ups in the company had contacted you to let you know they weren’t just moving you to another city, but another country.

When you received the email with the news, when you read your office location as Seoul, South Korea, you laughed out loud, dissolving into a fit of laughter that had you literally rolling off the bed onto your apartment floor. Your roommate had to come check on you.

Fate, the tricky bitch, she was up to something, you could feel it. It was only too convenient for your life that the mystery TY had fallen into your lap, given you some of the best random stranger sex you’d ever received, and your company was now moving you across the world to be perfectly positioned to be able to run into him again at your convenience.

It was closer to December when you were finally able to make the move. Your passport and work visa, your transfer of information within the company, and your housing in Seoul all had to be organized and confirmed, so by the time that you were finally stepping foot on the foreign soil to start your life anew, you were beyond ready for it.

Settling in took a bit longer than you might have liked, but your apartment was nice, just a fifteen minute walk from the office. There was another girl in the office who had actually transferred from your original office at home about two or three years before, so she was a big help in getting you settled, showing you around, helping you with the language as you found yourself immersed in a culture and language you’d only begun learning about a month ago.

When you finally had a moment to look at your recently downloaded kakaotalk app, you realized, although you had TY’s user ID, you had no way to identify yourself to him. Just as you didn’t really know his name, you’d never told him your name either. And what would you say to him anyway? Surprise! I just moved to Seoul! Now you’re the one that would sound like a stalker.

But then came a night after work, following an evening of after-work drinks with your coworkers, you were feeling confident enough to message him.

“I don’t know if you remember me, but you promised you would. I’m in Seoul for work now.” That was the basic gist of the message, but with several typos (your fingers felt a bit more drunk than you thought they should) and with a winky-face attached on the end.

You passed out before a response came, but in the morning when you woke with a hangover, you found a response waiting on your phone.

“I remember!”

It was a booty call like you’d never done before. Arranging it was difficult because he seemed to be quite busy here at the end of the year, but to be fair you found your schedule growing rather full as well. You kept trying to arrange times to meet, but it would interfere with something he had to do, even after normal work hours, he was always busy, and you were getting to the point where you wondered if he was just trying to get you to leave him alone.

But then he messages you to say, “I feel like it would be so much easier if we just met somewhere in the city, had sex, and went on our ways. I don’t have time for much of anything else, definitely not a relationship of any kind.” And then shortly after that, “and if we could keep it anonymous, that would be good too.”

You weren’t looking for a relationship either. Keeping it anonymous worked for you too. After the debacle with your ex-boyfriend, you still weren’t ready for a relationship because you didn’t think you could trust anyone enough. TY staying anonymous, as just basically a booty call, that made it so much easier, giving you no chance of developing feelings if he was little more than just a dick for you to use.

The first time in Seoul, you meet up during your lunch hour at a coffee shop. Or rather, behind the coffee shop. You can’t make out any of TY’s features as he approaches, and you turn to face the alley wall as he comes closer.

“We’ll be quick,” he tells you, coming up behind you as you pull down the waistband of your pants.

He’s wearing a hat and sunglasses and a mask, obscuring every part of his face. Not that you care. He fucks you fast against the alley wall, covering your mouth with one hand, the other on your clit, and as soon as you’ve both cum, you each pull you pants up and walk away.

The second time he sends you an address with specific instructions and a time. It’s a park, and you’re sitting on a patch bench with a scarf tied around your eyes.

You hear approaching footsteps, hear his voice as he says, “Open your mouth,” and you obey, letting TY fuck your mouth.

The thrill you get from not seeing his face, not knowing his name or his job, not having any idea what his favorite food or color or movie or hobby is, you love it. You love knowing nothing about him, the whole meaninglessness of your sex.

When you meet him in a public restroom, on your hands and knees on the floor so he can fuck you under the gap in the stalls. When you meet on a dark street or in a parking garage or on a back stairwell, anywhere neither of you can see clearly. You love it. You fuck and leave, only speaking when you first arrive.

He always speaks first, letting you know in some way that it’s him and not some random stranger that means you harm. He always fucks you from behind or blindfolds you in some way. He normally asks you to meet him late at night, while you normally ask for earlier in the day.

It’s all fun and sexy, thrilling and risky.

But after about a month of this, you get tired of just quickies. You want something more. You want the foreplay, the slow burn of taking each other apart, you want multiple orgasms, consecutive rounds. You want…. Well, not a relationship, but something a little more solid than what you’re doing now.

The next time you meet up after you come to that realization, you do something a little different.

You’re on a walking bridge through a park. It’s surprisingly not well-lit, but you can still see as TY approaches.

You can usually tell it’s him now just by seeing him approach, though his face is always hidden. You can tell by the way he walks, by his clothes with their certain style, by this fuzzy bucket hat that you think must be his favorite because he either wears that or a beanie pulled down below his eyebrows.

Tonight he’s wearing the bucket hat, the brim of it shading his eyes. He’s wearing a facemask too, black to match the rest of his outfit, and it covers his entire face from his jaw to just beneath his eyes. But you can see a little of his hair peeking out beneath the hat. Over the time you’ve known him his hair has cycled through a couple colors—bleached silvery white when you first met, bright red when you first saw him in Seoul, fading to pink over the last month, but tonight it’s a new color, a soft lavender color.

Your heart pounds in your chest at his approach. An odd feeling like nervous anticipation. The feeling trickles down into your belly, stirring up a fluttery feeling.

He comes to stand right behind you, his body curving against yours with a sense of familiarity, hands braced on either side of you, pinning you up against the rail.

“Can I admit something?” He asks.

You roll your ass back against him, humming your consent.

“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” he says. “Touching you. Feeling you against me, around me. It was so cold this morning when I woke up alone in my bed, and I jerked off before I had to work, thinking of you. You’re so soft and warm inside. And all day working, I, uh, there’s this woman, her perfume must be the same as yours.”

TY dips his head forward, and you can feel him nosing against your neck, his mask still in place. You sigh, leaning back against his chest, into the nest of his arms tightening around you.

“Every time she walked by me, I could smell you.” He grinds forward again, hard against your ass.

You reach back, a hand grasping at his hip, your head tipping back on his shoulder.

“Can I admit something?” You ask, your voice catching, gasping out when he slips a hand around your belly, fingertips tugging your shirt free of your waistband, exploring over your warm skin beneath. TY hums, his lips pressed against your throat through his mask. This close, all you can see of him is the rim of his fuzzy hat, a hint of his purple hair. You can smell his cologne and the underlying taint of sweat.

“What is it?” He asks, his voice rumbling against your back and your throat. His fingers brush higher under your top until he reaches your breasts.

“I wouldn’t mind keeping your bed warm. You fuck me well, but sometimes I want more.” You sigh, and your breath clouds in front of your face in the cool night air. “Not love. I’m not asking for that. I want more sex. For a longer time. Not just you behind me, making quick work of getting us both off.”

He freezes against you. His hand slips down away from your breasts. He lifts his head from your neck.

You’re not expecting it when he forcefully turns you around to face him.

“Why do you want that?” He asks, and although you can’t really see his eyes, you can feel his gaze burning against you.

“Why shouldn’t I want it?” You reply. “Weren’t you just telling me that you thought of me this morning, warming you up on a cold morning? Why can’t I want the same thing?”

He makes a semi-frustrated sound behind the mask. “I thought you liked meeting up like this? Keeping me a secret, not knowing who I am?” He’s right. You knew you shouldn’t have told him that, but he seemed to like it as much as you. “How could we keep it like this if I take you to my home?”

“We can go to mine.” The words are out of your mouth before you can stop them. “I’m sorry,” you apologize. “I just, I feel like the best time we’ve had was the hotel in New York. When we had privacy, the time to do more than just fuck like we’re strangers bumping against each other in the street.”

That draws a small laugh from him. “Is this how you usually bump into strangers?”

You reach out to push at his chest lightly. “You know what I mean.”

He grabs your hand as you pull back from your light hit to his chest. “I can still wear a mask, or you can be wearing a, uh, what’s it called?” He gestures to covering his face with something.

“A blindfold?” You ask.

He nods. “Yes. We can keep that part the same.”

You agree. TY agrees.

“But are we still doing this here tonight?” He asks, reaching back for your hips.

Of course you are. You’ve been thinking about this all day, just like he has. You let him get you back into the same position as before, his arms caging you in against the railing. You tug the long skirt up above your ass, TY drags your tights down underneath, and he fucks you against the rail, until your knees quiver and your skin is covered in goosebumps, until you’ve both cum.

TY pulls your tights back up with a playful pat to your ass, and then he lets your skirt fall again.

“I think we should still do this sometimes,” he tells you. “It’s fun.”

You have to agree. Having quickies in places you definitely shouldn’t is a good chunk of the fun in doing this, in addition to the anonymity.

That night as you get home, you think about how neither you or TY really knows anything real about each other. You know how to get each other off, but you don’t know each other’s names. You don’t know what he looks like. You don’t even know how old he is, you realize, but you can only assume that he’s somewhere around your age, possibly a few years older, maybe a couple younger. But even after about a month of doing this, he’s still a stranger.

You haven’t had the guts to tell anyone you know about him. None of your coworker friends here, none of your friends back home. Even the friend you’d been with in New York, you hadn’t told them about this. They just knew that you’d hooked up with a guy from the club that night, but not that it was still going on, or that it had happened before that night.

You know what people would tell you if they did know. That you need to know who he is. You need more than just a TY to know him by. He could be anyone. He could be a psychopath, a murderer. He could be a known criminal. Everyone would go to the dark side of things, you’re sure, imagining the worst out of this man.

But your gut instinct tells you that he’s nothing like that. You don’t know him, but you do know him. It’s a difficult thing to describe.

And you truly don’t think you want to know. You like the anonymity, the blank slate that he is. You can fantasize, imagine him as anyone in the world that you want to. You can pretend that he’s your ex (on your dark days of missing the man you spent so much time loving). You can pretend he’s a celebrity. He could be a CEO or a convenience store clerk. TY could be anyone.

It’s strange having him in your apartment. This is your space. It’s the least anonymous, the most vulnerable you’ve ever been with him.

He’s wearing a balaclava, the kind that only reveals his eyes and his mouth. It’s very reminiscent of your first two times with him; a little creepy, a little hot. TY just looks around your apartment for a moment, standing there in the doorway when you let him inside.

It’s not a lot. Just a very simple place, underdecorated since you’ve only lived here for a little over a month. The walls are bare, the kitchen is just a tiny corner. You have a sofa shoved up against one wall, a small TV, a cluttered coffee table that doubles as a desk, your twin-sized bed. A rack of clothes and a chest of drawers.

While he’s looking around, you look at him.

He looks comfortable, wearing a pair of shorts despite the chill, a long sleeve shirt beneath a long coat. He stands there inside your apartment, his socked toes wiggling on the floor, his shoes abandoned by the door. A small chunk of his lavender hair peeks through one of the eyeholes of the balaclava, but you like it. You like all of it, these tiny things that humanize him, that make him seem a little more real, less like a random man.

Not that it really matters, because this isn’t anything. It’s not anything real. This is just fucking, just using each other without any of the strings attached.

TY fucks you in your little bed. He spreads you across his lap and he plays with your pussy, teasing your clit, giving your bottom little smacks that grow progressively rougher until you’re dripping down his fingers and he fills you with his cock instead while you bounce yourself back into his lap. He pulls out and flips you onto your back, he fucks you in the missionary position, kissing you although the mouth opening in the balaclava is a bit insufficient for that, and you both end up spitting out little pieces of fuzz, laughing about it.

When he cums, TY pulls out, lowering himself down between your legs to eat you out. You clutch at your bedsheets, writhing against his face and moaning, grinding your pussy against his tongue.

And then it’s your turn. You get him on his back in your bed, and you start at his hips, lifting his shirt to kiss his abdomen, pushing it higher.

He moans, his hands covering yours in his shirt, pushing it back down before you can lift it even above his navel. But even with it lifted just that high, you see the tattoo on his hip, a cartoon of astroboy as you can see now.

He jerks his shirt back down. “No,” he tells you.

You back away. You’re not here to cross any boundaries. You can fuck him again with his shirt still on, you don’t care.

He does let you sit yourself in his lap, kissing him, touching his cock until he’s hard again in your hand. You ride him this time, your hands at his shoulders, his lips on your chest while he pulls you down into him by your hips.

You cum again while kissing him, moaning against TY’s lips, riding out your orgasm rolling and circling your hips, until he’s moaning too, biting down on your bottom lip as he fills the condom inside you.

That night isn’t the last night it happens. He comes over sometimes, either when you message or sometimes just when he wants you. Sometimes you wear a blindfold, sometimes he wears a balaclava, a costume mask, or the classic hat pulled low and a facemask. But it happens again and again, TY satisfying you in bed, only to leave immediately after. He never stays, not that you blame him. That keeps it as casual as it can be.

The only issue arises one early spring morning, about three and a half months into your new life in Seoul.

You’re rolling out of bed, feeling the sweet ache in your muscles of having been fucked well the night before, when your foot bumps against something. It’s his, that’s something you realize immediately. A necklace he always wears, but it must’ve fallen off last night when you were clinging to his neck as he bent you backwards off the bed, laughing against your neck as you moaned and cried and laughed that he was gonna break your bed.

For safekeeping, you put the necklace on, liking the way it falls against your chest. It’s a thin gold chain with a charm shaped like a dog’s head. It’s precious, and you can’t help wondering if TY has a dog, or what this necklace means that he wears it so much.

You think nothing else of it as you get ready for work, nor as your day begins at work. It’s not until one of your coworkers approaches you to ask you a question, as you lean forward to look at a document she’s showing you that you even remember you’re wearing the necklace. It swings forward from the front of your blouse, the gold charm catching the light.

“Oh?” The other woman says, looking at it. “I didn’t know you’re an NCTzen, unnie!” She smiles brightly.

To be frank, you don’t know why that is. “What are you talking about?”

She laughs. “Your necklace. My best friend is Yongie biased, and she’s got a necklace just like this.”

Now, in the months you’ve been living in Seoul, learning the culture and the language, you’ve picked up a few things about K-pop music, the groups, the idols. It would be impossible not to when you see the handsome and beautiful faces of idols watching you from ads all over the city. So you understand when she talks about a bias she’s talking about her friend’s favorite member of a group, but you don’t know which group, and you don’t truly understand the relevance at the moment.

TY probably just bought this necklace from the same brand as your coworker’s friend, which apparently has something to do with an idol named Yongie or Yonghee or maybe even Younghee, you’re still not the best at differentiating similar sounding syllables.

Again, you forget about the necklace and your coworker’s reaction until later that afternoon as you’re leaving work for the day. You stop in a cafe on your walk home, just wanting a quick drink, maybe one of the pretty cakes in the display case. But while you’re in there, there’s a couple teen girls sitting at a table, giggling over their phones. While you stand in line, you pick up enough from their excited conversation to know that they’re talking about a male idol updating on Instagram.

Reminded of the necklace, you pull out your phone to search first all the iterations of Yongie/Yonghee/Younghee that you can think of. You get a few results, but nothing that really helps solve your mystery. But when you search that along with NCTzen, you find a result.

You look at the first picture that comes up, grabbed from a news article posted online earlier today about an upcoming album release for NCT, a boy group. There’s a pretty handsome man standing on-stage in the middle of performing, his heavily made up eyes sparkle, and you get the appeal. When you look at him your belly does a silly swoop that you only ever feel when you have a crush.

You swipe backwards, returning to the search results, and you type in ‘dog necklace’ alongside the name and what is apparently the fandom name. This yields more results. A close up picture of a neck and chest, a necklace almost if not exactly identical to the one around your neck.

You click on the image, and when the article it’s been pulled from loads, you see second photo beside the first. A small tattoo that matches the charm on the necklace. Curious, you scroll further down in the article, wondering if it’ll mention the brand name of this necklace anywhere. But as you scroll down past a chunk of text you don’t want to read, you see another picture of a tattoo, this one of a bunny. And then another, a whale. You scroll past a few more, and then you see one that makes you go still.

You don’t even hear the barista call out you name the first two times. You’re too busy staring at your phone in confusion and slight shock at the sight of a tattoo of astroboy.

Everything about it from the color to the placement to the exact shape of it is too familiar to be a coincidence. Over the last several weeks of getting TY in your bed, various stages of undress, though he usually wears his shirt, you’ve gotten a couple glimpses of the tattoo at his hip. And it looks the same as the one in this picture.

The barista calls your name one more time, and you finally hear him, thanking him and apologizing as you take your to-go order from him.

You leave the cafe with your mind reeling, trying to find a way to quickly translate this article. Maybe it’s just talking about tattoos all done by a certain artist, although they don’t all seem to be done in the same style. Maybe it’s something, you don’t know what, but something that means anything other than that you’ve been anonymously fucking an idol.

You can’t find a translation of the article, so you search instead. You get back to your apartment, plop yourself on the sofa, and start searching.

You learn several things very quickly.

NCT has a member, the leader of the group actually, named Lee Taeyong. He has a few nicknames, one of which is TY. He has a necklace with a little golden dog head charm that one of the members had custom-made for him after Taeyong’s dog Ruby passed away. He has a tattoo of the dog. He has several tattoos, including Astroboy on his hip. Also he recently dyed his hair lavender for the upcoming album release. The fans love it, as do you. Though at the present moment, you feel a little bit like ripping your own hair out.

What the fuck?

How did you just accidentally discover the identity of TY? Your mysterious, anonymous lover had clearly been so careful to avoid this exact thing. He did his best to hide his tattoos, he hid his face. He didn’t even let you see his hair color normally, you only caught it in glimpses. But everything makes sense now. Why he’d been so easy to convince to keep this anonymous. Why he’d been so busy some days at such odd hours. It made sense too why he’d been in LA and New York.

Everything just clicks into place, and you wonder if maybe you should’ve been able to figure this out a long time ago.

Going along with the theme of you forgetting things all day, you’d forgotten that the night before you’d agreed to TY—Taeyong, your mind helpfully reminds you—coming over this evening. You forgot too that you’d given him the code to your door when last week you wanted him to surprise you with the balaclava on, roleplay a little robber and helpless victim.

So when you hear the sudden beeping of the door code being entered, your heart leaps into panicked overdrive.

You drop your phone, somehow kick it as well, and it goes flying all the way across the floor. Skidding and spinning, it comes to a stop right at the feet of your unmasked masked lover.

He closes the door, looking down at your phone. Specifically, looking down at his own face staring back up at him.

When he doesn’t look up for a long stretch of seconds that expand into a minute threatening two minutes, you clear your throat.

“Are you an idol?”

It almost sounds silly to ask aloud. What if you’re wrong? You’re going to look ridiculous.

But there’s all the evidence too. You can’t be wrong.

“Is there any point in me telling you no?” He asks.

He stoops down at last, picking up your phone before he stands back up. He doesn’t move any closer than just inside the door. He only tosses your phone over to you, looking right at you.

“How did you find out?” His voice is low, a mix of sad and disappointed, disgruntled and concerned.

“You left this here,” you say, already reaching up to unclasp the necklace. “I put it on just so I wouldn’t lose it again before I could give it back to you. One of my coworkers, she saw it, and she said her friend is a fan of, um, I guess a fan of yours. I was just curious what she was talking about, I didn’t think she meant you. Well, my version of you, anyway. But I looked it up, I saw a search result that showed your tattoos. The one on your hip.”

TY— Taeyong sighs.

You watch as he lifts a hand, reaching for the beanie he’s wearing today. Faded purple locks appear as he tosses the beanie over onto the small table beside your door. He runs his fingers through his hair a little, and then he moves his hand down to his facemask.

When he pulls it off, sending it over to join his beanie, you look at your mystery man’s face for the first time after these several months.

He avoids eye contact as you look at him, as you drink in his handsome face, his familiar eyes, the lips you’ve kissed so many times.

“Taeyong,” you murmur his name.

His gaze snaps up to yours. There’s heat in his eyes.

“Do you hate me for figuring it out?” You ask.

“Do you hate me for not telling you?” He fidgets, shaking the sleeves of his sweater down over his hands, then he folds his arms over his chest. “Is this gonna be over now? Now that you know, that takes all the fun out of it for you, doesn’t it?”

As if you were only fucking him for the fun of not knowing who he was. You scoff. “Are you fucking serious? I like you, asshole. You’re great in bed, you’re good to me. I know we don’t really know each other. That was the whole premise of this, but I like you. I don’t know who Taeyong is, but I have an idea of who TY is, and I like that guy. So I’m sure if I merge the two of you together, I’ll still like you. I’ll still want to have sex with you. As long as your stage persona isn’t bad in bed, I don’t see a problem.”

That draws a laugh from him at last.

“And now,” you say, “I also get to look at your pretty face. You’ve had the pleasure all along of seeing mine, so now it’s my turn.” You stand up from the sofa, approaching him.

He doesn’t balk, doesn’t look like he wants you to stop. In fact he settles, sinking into a comfortable standing pose, shifting so when you come to stand in front of him, the pair of you fit together.

“Also, now I can do this,” you cup Taeyong’s sharp jaw with your hand as you say, “without getting fuzz from that mask in the way.”

You kiss him, pressing your mouth to his. Taeyong opens up, meeting your kiss eagerly, hungrily. He’s wrapping himself around you—an arm around your waist, one curling behind your shoulder as his hand lifts to the back of your head to angle your lips against his.

It’s nice having that fucking balaclava out of the way. Beside the fuzzy bits that snuck into your mouth during kisses, the material of it often rubbed your cheeks, itchy and uncomfortable at times. Now it’s just Taeyong’s warm, smooth cheeks.

You want to touch him everywhere. Your fingers leave his jaw, tickling against his earrings before you press your fingers through his purple hair. He smiles when you pull a bit at it, biting your bottom lip in response.

“Can you take your clothes off,” you ask, murmuring the question against his lips, unwilling to give up kissing him just yet. “I really want to see you without your shirt on.”

He moans deep in his throat, the sound half a laugh. “Didn’t you see those pictures online in your research?”

You break the kiss, pouting a little at him. Taeyong only smiles wider, leaning back in to nudge his nose against yours. “I wanna see it in person,” you whine.

He doesn’t disappoint you.

It’s still early evening, the sky outside not quite dark yet. The sun is setting over the city, and the last rays of sunlight burnish the clouds, fiery bronze against the dusky blue of the settling night sky.

That same rich orange light glows against Taeyong’s skin as he finally peels his shirt over his head. The shirt falls, a dozen tattoos revealed, and you want to taste all of them on your tongue.

You want to kiss his stomach and his hips, want to leave your mark on him, touch his nipples without the barrier of his shirt because you’ve known his nipples are sensitive when you’d touched them over the shirt while you sucked his cock.

His pants go next, and there he stands in front of you in only his underwear, bulge straining the front of the fabric.

Taeyong moans in delight when you press yourself against him once more. You kiss him again, unable to stay away for long, and your hands slide his underwear down over his hips, leaving him fully naked for the first time with you.

You’re wet already, just from kissing him, but when he slides his hand between your thighs, skimming his fingers up your bare thigh to beneath the skirt you wore to work today, you can feel yourself instantly growing wetter. His fingers rise up, meeting your slit through your panties, rubbing his finger there teasingly until you’re moaning into the kiss, reaching for his wrist to hold onto.

Taeyong pulls his hand away, bringing both up to your blouse, drawing it out from where it was tucked into the skirt. His fingers fumble with the bottom buttons, trying to work his way up, but now that he’s touched you, you’re feeling impatient.

“Just tear it. Rip it,” you tell him. “I’ll just buy a new one.”

He grips both sides of your shirt, pressing his lips harshly against yours as he gives a hard tug. You hear the fabric rip, hear the buttons pop, a few bouncing across the floor, rolling under furniture. Not that you care. You shake the remnants of your blouse off your shoulders, Taeyong’s lips scatter hot kisses along your jaw, your hands sink to his erection, the hot weight of it pressing against the front of your skirt, against your thigh.

He murmurs something you can’t quite catch in Korean. His cheek skimming along your jaw, lips ghosting a sensitive spot high on your throat.

“Hmm?” You hum inquisitively, but you don’t listen for his answer, now when Taeyong’s fingers curl in your skirt, pulling it down just as roughly as he’d just torn your blouse. You step out of the skirt, pressing yourself forward against him, stroking your hands upward on his cock in a way that makes Taeyong’s ears turn pink, a needy sound escaping his throat.

“Wait,” he sighs, his tongue tracing a section of your jaw before his lips take over again. “Turn around for me.”

You do just that. Circling around so your back is to him. His fingers tuck in the band of your panties, disposing of them only slightly more gently than he’d done your skirt.

“Pretty,” he tells you, lowering his mouth to your shoulder and neck, he steps around beside you, his chest against your right arm while he scatters kisses over the top of your shoulder, up your throat. “So pretty for me.”

He trails a finger down your spine, from the base of your neck all the way to the base of your tailbone, right above your ass.

“Taeyong,” you moan softly, a shiver pulled from you. You swear you can feel your pussy dripping, leaking down your thigh. “I need you.“

“Say it again,” he says, his voice a hum against your shoulder.

“I need you,” you repeat first, and then, “Taeyong.”

His hand comes down against your ass, a good, solid smack that brings a loud moan from your lips. You’re definitely dripping, you can feel how sticky you are between your thighs, and to your utter delight, Taeyong slips his fingers down from your plump ass, down lower until his fingers tease against your pussy.

Taeyong stuffs you with two of his fingers right away, your wetness squishing between his fingers, the sound audible in your apartment as he fucks you on his fingers, his lips busy leaving a mark on your shoulders in the same spot as a tattoo that he has. He scissors his fingers inside you, curling them, and still you grow wetter, resting back against his chest as your legs shake.

And when Taeyong slides his other hand down in front of you, stimulating your clit from the front, you can’t contain your whimpers and cries any longer.

You buck your hips, riding his fingers, desperate cries of pleasure tie in with his name pouring from your tongue as if you’re so familiar with it.

His fingers glisten with your juice, slick and sticky as he pulls his fingers away from your needy, clenching entrance. Instead you watch over your shoulder as he wraps those fingers around his cock, jerking himself off. You twist around, his face taken between both hands, you crush your lips against his.

Taeyong moans, reaching for your thigh with his free hand, lifting it to his hip.

You use protection, you always do, and right now as he’s about to fuck you right here in the middle of the apartment, you realize there are no condoms within reach, but you really don’t want to move. Not as Taeyong ruts his cock against your inner thigh. Not as he glides through your wetness.

“Fuck it. Just this once,” you think. You’re on birth control, you just normally prefer using two methods.

You wrap your arms around Taeyong as he does you, your leg high on his hip as he sinks right inside you.

It’s different right now. Somehow.

Maybe it’s because you can see his face clearly. You can look in his eyes unhindered as he moans at the soft warmth of you wrapped around him. Maybe it’s that there’s an all new open layer of vulnerability here between you two, one that seems like it’s changing everything while keeping things the same, just better.

You’re not claiming Taeyong. Not telling him that he has to be anything to you. This can all still be a secret. He can still just be your hook-up, your fuckbuddy. No strings necessary.

But you can’t deny that you’ve got that fluttery feeling in your belly. The crush feeling. An attraction based in something deeper than just physical appearance.

When Taeyong pulls your other thigh up to his hip on the other side, seating his cock deep inside you while holding you up, you think that you don’t care what changes as long as you still get this.

Taeyong moves, surprising you with his strength as he carries you back over to the sofa. He lowers you down into the edge of the sofa, kneeling down as well so he never has to pull out, and you just pull his mouth against yours, wanting to kiss him breathless.

He pulls your hips right to the edge of the sofa, making needy sounds as he kisses you back, as he starts thrusting into you. Taeyong hips snap forward again and again, both of you gasping against each other’s mouths. It’s frenzied and desperate, the way you move against and with each other in those moments.

“Baby,” Taeyong moans. “Baby, I wanna wake up with you. God, you’re so warm, I want to stay here.” He pressed in deep, grinding against you as if he can possibly get any deeper.

“Stay, Taeyong,” you sigh, dragging your nails over his back. “You can cum. Then stay.”

You’re not sure if he means it. He’s never stayed before, never waited long enough after cumming for it to even be an accidental possibility. But tonight things are different. Tonight Taeyong presses up into you, pushing off the floor, tipping you back deeper into the sofa, pushing your legs towards your chest, his lips against yours, and he groans deep in his throat as he cums inside you.

And he stays. His hips planted against yours, rocking in tiny motions, grinding in little circles that rub right against your clit and that spot inside you, and this time your orgasm is like snapping a wire. Your body goes taut in the initial wave, head thrown back, his name cascading from your lips as your nails rake down his back.

You swear he cums a little more from the pain of your nails digging into skin, but you’re a little too far gone to be certain.

Taeyong doesn’t pull out of you, he just rests his cheek against your shoulder, trying to catch his breath from the intensity of it. He asks carefully, “Did you mean it? Me staying tonight?”

You’re still buzzing with the white heat of your orgasm, your pussy still throbbing around his cock going soft inside you. Yeah you were serious. You don’t want him going anywhere. “As long as you meant it,” you reply, turning your face to the side, burying your nose in his hair. “My bed is yours for the night. Though I don’t see either of us moving any time soon.”

Taeyong chuckles in agreement. Then there’s a momentary pause. “So, this is as good a time as any,” Taeyong pants, shifting his sweaty cheek on your shoulder, lifting his head, and asking, “But what’s your name?”

You laugh, the sound bubbling out of you before you can help it. All of this, and you’ve forgotten that you’ve never told him your name. You lean in, tucking your laughter against Taeyong’s shoulder for a moment before you lift your head. You relinquish the last little bit of anonymity as you whisper your name against his lips.

a/n: I apologize for any typos/major grammar errors, I didn’t really edit this before posting it, but I will go back and check it over soon!! Thank you for reading!!

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[captain-mj]

London Fog

And this is the end! It's been fun guys!

also, my apologies about the poll, when I was writing this, one of the options was winning and I only found out later it lost :( sorry

Link to the full thing

Ghost sat on the roof of the courthouse, smoking quietly. He had the gun aimed right at Wayne’s head in case anything happened. 

Jason had easily accepted their request to agree with the police that it was a misunderstanding. Thanks to Wayne’s military status, things were quickly swept under the rug in an act that could only remind him of why he hated police as a kid. It had been tied up with a pretty little bow. No charges put down. No care about the person hurt. Luckily Jason made an extremely quick recovery. If it was because Ghost pulled a few strings with some magic people he knew, that was no one’s business. 

The fact only made Ghost more bitter than he already was. So he had the gun pointed right at Wayne. He was sitting in a coffeeshop, waiting for Soap to arrive. Wayne should be kneeling on the ground. Ready to beg and plead once met with the presence of Soap. 

What a goddamn fool. Reckless asshole. However, that was to be expected by someone who acted like him. Who’d mistreat Johnny so callously. 

It would be the last mistake he ever made. 

Soap arrived, looking flushed and so alive. Everything about him was brighter. He had purposely picked something typical of what he’d normally wear, but it was definitely different. The clothing seemed to tug differently. His beauty unmatched. Right before he went in, he gave Ghost a small smile, directed right at him. Sun incarnate. The very sea itself wrapped up in human skin. Volatile and loving and loved and ready to crush you once you went too deep. 

Johnny was very different from Soap. Still the same in all the ways that mattered, but he was just so damn good. He dragged Ghost back into bed each morning and now that he was able, he drew all the time. Ghost had never, ever liked his face but seeing it drawn with pencil and pressed onto shitty notebook paper? Maybe he could stomach it. He also worked better than whiskey. Soap had the ability to knock him out and let him sleep through the night. Either through sex or by cuddling. Something about his touch just felt right. He was perfect. 

Ghost watched them talk. Wayne was harsh. Something about his edges. Wrong. Cruel. He was talking to Soap like Captain ordering Sergeants. It set his teeth on edge. But Soap wanted to do this, so he stayed here. Watching. 

Soap looked soft. Sweet. A picture of the same mockery of a person that he was before. Ghost imagined slowly slitting Wayne’s throat for Soap. Having him watch. Tell him to slow down. To make it last. Blood starts to fill his mouth and he realized in his excitement that he bit his own tongue. 

It felt nice. The liquid getting between his teeth. Would Soap be worried if he knew? Make him wash his mouth out and tell him to be more careful? Would he tell him to sink his teeth in deeper?

Soap nodded along to what Wayne was saying. He smiled and flashed his teeth and did all the things he’s supposed to do. He’d make a lovely siren with how easily he pulled Wayne into his thrall. 

The drink he had stayed untouched on the table. It was clearly a hot drink, which Ghost found weird because Soap preferred cold. 

Wayne stood up and left, Soap trailing after him, cup in hand. Once they stepped out of the coffeeshop, Ghost stood up and made chase. He leapt from rooftop to rooftop, gun in hand, keeping them in sight every moment. 

Wayne’s voice floated up. Harsh syllables in a harsh voice. Picking Soap apart. 

“Why didn’t you tell me a man was going to be in our home?”

“I didn’t think about it. He was just supposed to run in and grab something.”

“He had your coat.”

“He knew I was a selkie. I apologize, darling, I didn’t know what he planned to do.”

Wayne whipped around, grabbing Soap easily. It rattled Ghost. How the man just… touched Soap. Did his skin not burn from doing so? 

Soap stared at him. Doe eyed. 

Wayne saw something in those depths. He let go of him. “Your coat. Who has it? Where is it?”

“Not here. I Have it.”

“I see.”

“I want to give it back to my husband.” 

Husband. The word made something in Ghost’s soul preen. He had figured out, without Soap explaining it to him, that thanks to the back and forth of the coat, they were married in Selkie eyes. 

And once Wayne was gone, Ghost would be his only husband. The only person that mattered. He grinned and readied his gun again. Letting the familiar weight guide him. One small movement and Wayne’s head splatters on the ground. 

Soap started to lead him to an alleyway. “Please. My darling. You want me back, right?”

Wayne followed. Moth to fire. A rat chewing through flesh to get to the prize. “Of course I do. You’re mine.” 

Ghost could hear their voices. The angle was getting difficult for sniping so instead he stayed poised with a knife. 

Soap smiled at him brightly. His teeth… Were they always that sharp?

They were bloodstained moments later. Ghost was only supposed to help him if he started losing, so he wouldn’t be helping. 

Military training and raw strength did nothing to help him. Soap sank his teeth deep in his throat to damage his vocal cords and grabbed him by his shoulders. He shoved him to the ground and started punching. It was less animalistic than Ghost was expecting but no less feral. No less enthralling to watch. 

Ghost jumped down, not making a sound as he hit the pavement. He stalked around them, enjoying the sight of blood mixing with crisp morning air. 

The cup sat on the fire escape of the nearby building. How Soap managed to do that with neither himself nor Wayne noticing was beyond him. Out of curiosity, Ghost grabbed it and smelled it. 

Earl grey. Soap probably got it for him. He hated the stuff. It made his insides feel warm and fuzzy as he lifted his mask to drink it before turning back. 

Punching him must’ve not been enough after a minute, because Soap had gotten to strangling him. Blood still poured from the wound in his throat. He’d be dead in minutes anyway. But it gave Soap some satisfaction, watching the life drain from his eyes. 

He kept choking him long after he was dead. Needed to make sure. 

Ghost wrapped his arms around him and grabbed his hands. He slowly helped him uncurl his stiff fingers from the pulsing, bloody mass of his throat. “It’s done, love.”

“Mo chridhe.” Soap leaned into him, letting Ghost pull him up. “This won’t be suspicious right?”

“I’ll handle it. Nothing is ever going to happen to you.”

Soap nodded and tilted his head, kissing along Ghost’s throat. He was an image like this. Covered in blood. There was something in his eyes. Something new. 

“Simon.”

“You’re using my first name. Must be serious.”

“I want to join the military.”

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Six months. Soap did it in six months. 

Ghost tried to pull strings, speed it along, but Soap refused his help, wanting to do it on his own. 

When he was finally a big enough name though, he allowed Ghost to make sure he got on the 141 instead of a random unit.

So Price handed him the papers and Soap happily signed them. He had bulked up. Still short and not quite as big as Ghost, but definitely bigger. The tattoo on his arm was new, but Ghost had been there when he got it. He also knew that if he went further up his arm to where his collarbone was, there would be dozens of little hickeys and bites from Ghost. 

One new thing was also a scar on his chin. It was small but there. Ghost questioned if it was good idea to do this. He’d never raise those concerns to Soap though, not wanting to control his actions. Even if maybe jumping into the military was a bit… of a… choice. Yeah. It was definitely a choice.

As long as Soap was happy. And Soap did seem very very happy.

“I did it!” He grinned up at Ghost. “Now we can go on missions together and eat breakfast and sit with each other while doing paperwork and…” Soap stopped to catch his breath and Ghost kissed him. Nice and easy. 

“Yeah. Anything you want.” Ghost wrapped his wings tight around Soap who melted into him. 

“Love you, Simon.”

“Love you, Johnny.”

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[roxineedstosleep]

RUN DARLING RUN!!!

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(Batfam reaction , after their succesfully escape plan)

REGUEST: What about a Darling/Reader who was able to escape froma Yan!Batbam? Darling/Reader work sooo hard to prepare everything. It it worked?

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We are talking about the most paranoid family in the world.

Batman has a contingency plan for basically everything. And I mean it.

Even to be able to cover the nationwide chocolate chip cookie delivery shortage. This man is prepared for all the diferent crisis you can even imagine.

How could they be so dumb?

Well… it's all about their special, beautiful Reader.

They got carried away. For a few moments at least. That mistake won't happen again.

Although, to their self-defense, they managed to be completely fooled.

A perfect plan several months in advance, planning, development and organization. Other several months just to be safe and . There wasn't even any real proof of how this whole event was organized!

Notes on safe places? they don't exist

Source of savings? nobody knows

Means by which you can escape? Unknown at the moment

Safe house? remains to be seen.

Basically they had only dedicated themselves to enjoy everything the reader offered them. So calm that they didn't realize that the reader was finding his own hole to escape.

So… Quality time!!!

What better way to get rid of your enemy than to stick it to your hip?

They wanted Reader to stay by their side at all times, give the reader all their love and vice versa?

Well, they want it, they got it. It's that simple.

Spending time together before dinner with the family? You got it

Preparing lunches with Alfred? Lovely... but Reader must be banned of the kitchen (for real, reader manage to burned water... how?)

The reader had to have undergone hours and hours of exposing the likes and dislikes of all the family members to start planning how to gain their trust. Baby step, but in a safe way.

Spend so much quality time together that even they themselves find themselves needing to be able to have some alone time. After all, they are completely emotionally constipated.

Being Yanderes is how to channel all that ill-designed affection. If you ask me.

And so it all begins.

The reader spent so much time with Jason that he wants some alone time? That's when you figure out ways to escape the mansion without setting off alarms. also, those pants don't benefit your ass at all Jaylad.

Bruce and Tim have created so many trackers in front of the reader…that's the discussion of a possible renovation…the reader discovers how their sensors work and what factors can cause them to deactivate. Not to mention that the color of the facade isn't pretty either. Does everything created in the Cave have to be gray or black?

Damian and Dick are so tired during the patrol that they want to have a safe place? Well, that's when the reader (thanks to GPS discoveries) finds out which places are safe from which factors. Their favorite is the garbage truck, with several GPS included in the truck itself. There is NO way to determine if the Reader is really there or not.

Tim doesn't hesitate to teach things? Languages, places? All so that the reader is not bored? HAHAHAHA good one, basically made him fill up with data. So much data that the most stupid ones were actually the most useful for the reader to keep things in order.

Family movie nights? Of course! Is the best wey to determinate is an act seems to be realistic or not. The accents, the expressions, the history, the places. Full of info, if you ask me.

And yeah, Mean Girls is a cinema Jewell.

BUT. no doubt the reader had a harder time fooling the cameras.

Fooling the humans? yep, no doubt. Fooling his actions so the security cameras wouldn't fail Reader when they checked his means of escape?…there's the rub.

The reader was not only supposed to act in front of the audience, like a play-actor, but also in front of the camera. Make it believable not only for the viewer, but for the security guard who would review the recordings afterwards.

And that's how he managed to escape.

Messages, mixed, unrecorded or over-recorded containers, places that no one suspects but at the same time they do. Reader is like a ghost for them. And is more complicated to find Reader since... well, they made Reader a ghost for the rest of the wolrd.

They removed, deleted, erased, destroy and dissapear any kinf of evidence of Reader's existence. A clue? no more, there's not prove that even exited in first place. So that was your best move. Go across with that.

The reader really created pandemonium with his escape, but best of all was the contingency plan.

Bruce and his family, after all, had created a great presendent for the other billionaire families in Gotham. Adopt a poor homeless minor? Three wealthy families followed Bruce after he adopted Jason.

Now half of the billionaires in the city and in sister cities did remote or full adoptions by the time you arrived to the mantion.

Many of them, as in the case of the reader now, did not even have decent medical records. So the rich families did everything for it. Create names for them, give them identification, a fake backstory that everyone in the house learned by heart and… done. The perfect lost child or foster child for the family.

The reader is the perfect orphan. Quiet, adaptable, will love you with all his being. He is not aggressive with other children and is always cheerful as long as he is not cooped up for long periods of time in small places; not suitable for families with two mansions. (Yes, the reader must market himself as a puppy for adoption).

It was demeaning for the reader to go back to being a rich family's pet…a little. But reader was determinated to win to that Bat Hell family.

But, wasn't it better to have a rich family that only wants you as a propraganda than a family that won't hesitate to take away everything they has of privacy? Be a cute pet is better.

When the reader least expects it, is a continent away, being the foster child of an Arab-French family with many children from different countries. Just a little of makeup and that is!!!

The reader is so drawn into the character of the orphan traumatized by the streets of the USA that the family has never set foot in the country again.

Reader has managed to win their hearts, to the point where no one doubts their word. The reader never exaggerates, of course, the reader just wants some peace.

And with so many adopted children and so many siblings from different countries? Bruce will really take years to find out what really happened. And when that happend, it would be quite late to do something.

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#yandere and reader #yandere batman #yandere batfamily #yandere batfam #yandere jason todd #yandere dick grayson #yandere bruce wayne #yandere tim drake #yandere dc #yandere damian wayne

[guywrestlingaddiction]

That Wrestling Moment: What is gay wrestling anyway?

I'm always struggling to explain gay wrestling to people and part of my struggle comes from trying to explain what exactly gay wrestling is.  So with that, consider this public service announcement - the wrestling moment when things turn gay.  

Mitch Colby v Jobe Zander (bgeast.com)

The Backstory

Now before there were "hump" matches, ball bashing matches, and any other overtly gay themed matches, there was simply gay pro wrestling.  It's hard to imagine right? Gay porn without the porn.  But that's where you're wrong because if you look close enough, the signs for gay pro wrestling are everywhere and it's much better than porn in my opinion.  

These matches didn't need to flash nudity or include guys making out or heavy petting - these matches were gay because it took into account the gay audience in mind and had something extra.  So what is it about some wrestling that makes it gay pro wrestling? 

I submit for your approval, my explanation for gay pro wrestling.  

The Action

It's a focus on the wrestlers and with it, slow, lingering camera angles.  I'd say that regular pro wrestling tends to focus on the story line and plot while gay pro wrestling on the other hand, is driven by the men and wrestling for it's own sake.  Things like championship titles, win-loss records, are all meaningless compared to the wrestling itself.  

Flyboy v Christopher Bruce (bgeast.com)

Axel v Kenny Star (ucwrestling.com)

Kid Thing v Steel (thundersarena.com)

The match is over only when both men are exhausted.  There's no phony victories, outside interference, or quick 3 counts here.  A match is only finished when neither man can go on. 

Lon Dumont v Pete Sharp (bgeast.com)

Cai Li v Axel (ucwrestling.com)

Bringing me to my next point, there's a certain intensity, a dominance and submission.  Being the champ is not the goal.  Winning is in there somewhere but dominating your opponent is what they're all after.  Sure, some matches have sex but honestly, sex is the afterthought to domination/submission.  I'd say it's not gay wrestling without domination/submission.  

Dark Rogers v Jason Ward (bgeast.com)

Steve Tanner & Jesse Zane v Bruno the Beast & Masked Bruiser (muscleboywrestling.com)

Cali Boy v Scrappy (undergroundwrestler.com)

The Moment 

If it were just sex that would be one thing, but gay pro wrestling is so much more.  Gay pro wrestling means a sweaty, hard fought match in the ring, on the mat, or in your opponent's mind.  This style of wrestling is contained in the competition.  Where it doesn't matter who has the championship belt, but how the fight itself makes you feel.  

I love gay pro wrestling precisely because there is no plot or extra gimmicks and because the wrestling itself is the narrative. What is it they say, perfection is not when something can be added but when nothing more can be taken away?  Gay pro wrestling is perfect to me because it's all the raw emotion and nothing more.  

Jeff Clark POV (nrwrestling.com)

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[randomperson3736]

It's too late

Paring: Jason todd x fem! Reader, Roy Harper x Bestfriend! Reader

Genre: angst

Warning(s): character death, guns, blood, shooting, mentions of pregnancy, mention of pregnant women dying, sad

Word bank: Y/N- your name, S/N- your son's name

Note: So, I just finished reading 'Ace' on wattpad and omg I am in tears 😭 but anyway when I was reading the part where Sofia dies in Ace's arms I just thought of Jason freaking Todd (it was probably cus of the guns and shit. Hehehe) so now I'm gonna make another sad imagine/ similar scenario to that part with Jason. This may also have a part 2 if requested.

Jason's pov:

I was nervous but I was hoping Y/N couldn't tell; this evening had gone perfect so far and I wanted to keep it that way. I glanced at the table to my right to see Roy giving me a tumbs up for encouragement. I had the ring hidden in my jacket pocket, waiting for the perfect moment. We had just finished dinner, so we just joked around as we talked. It was so easy for me to talk with her even when I'm nervous to the point that I'm shaking.

"Here. Stand up for me" I ushered her suddenly before we stood next to our seats. "Why are we standing?" Y/n questioned nervously; she doesn't like people staring at her. "You've made me a better man and you'll make me a better father. I want you to be by my side forever because you've fixed a broken heart no one thought could be fixed" I said proudly. I wasn't ashamed of people hearing how much I love her. "I love you Y/N, I want to grow old with you, I want to raise our little boy together, I want you to be the person by my side as I take my last breath. I want to be able to look at you everyday and tell you how much I love you" I ramble with a slight smile.

"Beacuse of you, I was able to reconnect with my family and able to forgot about my past. You took my trauma and turned into something beautiful, something like love" I think she finally understood what was about to happen. "It's a simple fact that I love and want to spend the rest of my days with you" I mumbled as I got on one knee. Her face became shocked, as tears started to fill her eyes. "Will you-" I glanced down at the ring before a loud ringing flooded my ears; it was sound of a gunshot. In the background I could hear people screaming and heavy footsteps as if they were running out of the restaurant. I looked back up at Y/N who was as white as a ghost; all the colour had left her skin. My heart stopped when I watched Y/N place her hand on her chest where blood was speeding out. "J-Jason?" She almost whispered, staring at me with widened eyes.

Roy had shot the person behind us, 3 times. "It wasn't meant for her, it was meant for that bastard who killed my brother!" The guy screamed before collapsing. It felt like time had stopped, just for a moment. It was almost like it was going in slow motion, the ringing in my ears had stopped. I stood up just in time to catch Y/N as her body became limp . She collapsed in my arms as I slowly placed us on the cold hard floor. "No" I said, with my face, just was white as hers. "No, no" I mumbled as I cradled her in my arms, I trying helplessly to stop the bleeding. "You're okay. You'll be okay" I mumbled as tears began to well up in my eyes. She just stared at me before putting her hand on my cheek rubbing her tumb over it. "It's okay" she uttered quietly. She was the one reassuring me now. "No, no, no" I finally let the tears spill. "I love you" She blurted out before blood began to dribble from her mouth.

"Please, hold one. I need you" I began to sob. This wasn't fair. "Please don't leave me" she smiled weakly as a tear rolled down her face. "I would if I could" I sobbed uncontrollably as she lay in my arms dying. "Save our little boy" she whispered softly, stroking away a tear from my cheek with her hand that still rested on it. "You need- you need someone to- love you" She was struggling to breath as she began to lose to much blood. "NO, NO PLEASE!" I begged her, but I knew it was no use. "It's too late. Stop t-trying. Please" she whimpered quietly, almost whispering. "I love you Jason. Protect our baby" She uttered as the life left her eyes and her hand fell from my cheek. I sobbed as I held her body closer, her once warm body was now cold at the touch. "I can't do this without you" I sobbed frantically as Roy began to cry behind me. I screamed in pain as I placed my forehead against hers, rocking back and forth with her in my arms. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry" I gasped, struggling for air due to my sobs.

Suddenly, the paramedics ran in. "Sir, you need to give her to us so we can save the baby; we need to do immediate c-section" they ushered, I was too distraught to make any decisions. "SHE'S GONE!" I shouted, as I refused to let her go. "You have to let her go. It's want she wanted" Roy grabbed my shoulder, pulling me away from her as the paramedics got to work. " it was supposed to be me" I repeated as I sobbed, stumbling to my feet. Tear's streamed down Roy's face as he pulled me into a hug. I couldn't believe she was gone. I cried out in pain as Roy held me tighter in his arms. But, moments later, I heard a baby's cry. "It's a miracle, he's alive" I heard the paramedic say as he handed me our baby. I held him close to my chest. "I won't let anyone hurt you" I promised as he cried in my arms. "I'm here, little one" I hushed the baby while tears still streamed down my face.

I was covered in blood which I'm assuming wasn't good for the baby. "Hold him" I mumbled, handing him to Roy. Suddenly my tears stopped as my whole body filled with range. A level of anger I've never reached before. I walked over to the body of the dead man who pulled the trigger, searching for any symbols or gang signs that I might recognise; thats when I found it. Joker's gang symbol, tattooed on the guys neck. Soon I was screaming out of pain and fury.

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(Timeskip- still Jason's pov)

I stood in the bathroom as I looked at myself in the mirror. I had blood all over me; on my face, on my clothes, in my hair; who even knows how it got in there. I glanced down at my hands that's haven't stopped shaking since I held Y/N's cold, lifeless body in my arms. They covered in blood. Her blood. I turned on the water and began to wash my hands. My eyes welled up with tears again as I watched the blood slowly come off my skin. It was supposed to be me; the thought kept repeating in my head, making it hard to concentrate on anything. I was tried of crying, I wanted to break something or hit someone but I had no energy so all I could do was cry. I gripped the sink in anger as I remember her face. "I love you always and forever" her voice rang through my head, making me instantly punch the mirror to distract myself from my thoughts. I watched as it shattered into a million pieces as I took deep breaths, trying to calm myself. My hand began to bleed; atleast it was my own blood this time.

I went to the kitchen to get the first aid kit before I did anything else. I couldn't care about glass in my hand but I knew I had to take care of it if I wanted to hold my son. I wrapped it up after taking the glass out. I strolled into the sitting room where Roy was sitting holding S/N. Without even being told, Roy handed him over to me. "You do realise we have to have a funeral for her?" Roy blurred out. "I'm not going. You can hold one for her but I want be going" I said with a monotone voice. "But you have too" Roy demanded. "I'm not going, end of discussion" I growled at him, forgetting I was holding my child. "Look what you did!" I shouted at Roy before hushing S/N back to sleep. Roy stormed out while making sure to be quite. "I promise I won't be anything like my father (Bruce); I will be better for you" I whispered before kissing him on the forehead. "I will not let my ego or nightly job get in the away like it did with him. I will care for you as best as I can" I reassured S/N who was now sound asleep in my arms.

#jason todd #x pregnant reader #x fem!reader #roy harper #batfam #fypforyou #jason todd x reader #roy harper x reader #sad

[animeyanderelover]

How about any soft yandere you want with darling who's not real I mean all the thing they do and the darling itself just a sweet dream when the yandere's ask other people about us they seem to have no memory of us whatsoever, it'll crush yandere's heart especially the worshiper one (kaneki, Naruto etc)

That’s so sad😞.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, delusion

They’re not real

Obito Uchiha

🔥He could definitely go delusional and crazy enough to fantasize himself a s/o. Obito has gone through severe trauma, lost his first love and has been thoroughly manipulated by Madara. The man lives isolated and humans are known to be social creatures so the loneliness might just have been the final push he needed to make you up in his mind, the ideal lover he so desperately longs for. You're sweet, you're kind and you're incredibly affectionate so how couldn't he fall for this dream his messed up mind has created to cope with his trauma. Obito is very delusional so he ends up wholeheartedly believing that you're real and since he is a complete loner, there is no one to prove him wrong. There are sometimes things that hint to him that you're not really there yet he pushes all those thoughts away by deluding himself even further. The Uchiha doesn't want to doubt your existence since it only crazes him further. It's safer if he just stays happy and delusional like this, not even heaven knows what would happen if someone would tell him.

Naruto Uzumaki

🍜Naruto has gone through his fair share of trauma and loneliness during his childhood too, no one he could call his friend. He only had you, his imaginery friend who he created out of pure loneliness back then. Whilst he finds during the following years many friends, he witnesses just as much loses and violence and sometimes is too terrified to speak about his emotions with someone else hence why he runs back to you. Somewhere down the road he starts losing track of the fact that you're not real and just a creation out of his mind. He's fallen in love by now and in his imagination you two are a couple, have gone on multiple dates already. Naruto is social so it's fairly quick that his friends find out about his delusional state. It's a delicate topic though because whilst initially he brushes the truth off as a joke from their side, with time he finds himself slowly crumbling when more and more people insist on it. He clings onto his delusion though, at one point yells at others to stop saying such cruel things since you're right here. Sakura and Tsunade will be especially worried.

Shaiapouf

🎻​His whole life and his purpose was to serve Meruem and protect him, it's literally the reason why he was born. He failed though, his king is dead and he's seemingly the only survivor from the Chimera Ants left. Shaiapouf might as well want to die though, he's basically just suicidal at this point, can't see why he should continue to exist without his king. He's a failure, better off to die anyways. His mind has a complete meltdown, he has to serve someone after all. So his mind ultimately comes up with you, perfect and graceful in any way he sees it fit. He goes down on his knees for the delusion he came up with, paranoid and incredibly broken yet serving you gives him a purpose in his life again. Shaiapouf lives far away from civilization, terrified that they might take away his new highness from him again. He has no one to tell him that his s/o is just a last way resort of his mind to cope with the immense suicidal wish inside of him. Any signs that might reveal themselves over time are instantly erased from his mind, unwilling to accept the reality.

Ken Kaneki

🔲​Kaneki has been living alone ever since his mother died and only had Hide as his friend. He pretty much broke already when he was turned into a half-ghoul and didn't want to accept the truth yet his sanity shattered entirely when Jason tortured him without a single break. Whilst he embraced the fact that he is a ghoul back then, he silently longs for someone who will really accept him as a ghoul, might silently still mourn over the loss of his humanity. The result his mind comes up with is his darling, sweet and loving, who loves him for the real him. Kaneki drowns himself in this self-created dream of his, escapes all the pain he had to go through. He's in despair when the ghouls in Anteiku tell him that they've never seen you, don't have a single memory of you despite him insisting that you two have visited this coffee shop together. Touka is especially hard to tell him the truth, mainly because she is worried for him. Kaneki violently rejects the truth though, locks himself up inside his apartment to avoid anyone who can shatter his delusions and his heart.

#yandere naruto #yandere naruto shippuden #yandere naruto uzumaki #yandere obito #yandere obito uchiha #yandere hunter x hunter #yandere hxh #yandere shaiapouf #yandere tokyo ghoul #yandere kaneki #yandere ken kaneki

[batpham-discord-highlights]

Some T-Odd Relations

Source: #ghosts-and-bats

ND

This is how I imagine if other bat kids saw Danny for the first time. Each of them will be like, the very first time everyone knows about Danny. This is based on Danny looking like Jason.

Dick saw Danny in Jason Todd memorial park with another girl (Jazz)

Dick (during family dinner): looking at Jason with sus eyes

Jason: ...what?...Firefly jetpack exploding is not my fault...

Dick: Do you have a child that we don't know about?

Bruce: chokes on his food

Tim saw Danny at a coffee shop order his signature coffee.

Tim (in a bat cave working on a case with Jason): i guess Harvey was innocent on this one after all.

Jason: Yeah

...feel bad for punching him in the scar side

Tim: Yeah.....oh also I think you got cloned.

Jason: EX FKING CUSE ME!??

Gr

Ooop—

Mind if I write a oneshot based off of this?

ND

Damien meets Danny in the Gotham Dog Park, walking a very green looking dog....

He follows them want to ask what breed the dog is but they disappear around the corner

Damien during training session with Jason

Damien: Todd you should keep your reproductive liquids in check

Jason: trips his step and get kneed by Damien

Go for it XD. Credit me tho. XD.

Gr

reproductive fluids

Always do!

ND

Duke saw Danny in a school library, but he mysteriously vanishes in one of the isles.

Duke: looking at Jason during a family movie night

Jason: Something on your mind buddy?

Duke: ....yeah nuh it couldn't be you, he was too young..

Jason: 🤨

Cass and Steph saw Danny at a shopping mall with another red hair girl (Jazz)

They are in a kitchen watching Jason make cupcakes for them.

Cass: ...👈 🤰 👨‍🍼

Steph: Nuh I don't think so, the kid look the same age as that girl.

Jason: What are you two on about?

Steph: Oh just a potential child of yours on streets of Gotham.

Jason: trips and drops the cupcakes

Gr

alfred being dragged into this as well

Just everyone thinking that’s his kid

ND

Bruce runs into Danny at Gala (Vald drags him to it)

Bruce: brain short-circuited as he watches a younger Jason in a suit

-Somehow, he made it back home after being non-responsive according to Alfred-

Bruce: looking at Jason in the library as Jason was reading his books

Jason: Heck you want old man??

Bruce: ....Am I a grandpa?...

Jason: accidently tears a page from a book

Jason never runs into Danny but he did run into Phantom during his patrol

Jason: watches a kid makes a joke out of Joker and his goons Damn, this kid good...better shoo him out before Bats gets here

Selina meets Danny at a cat cafe.

Selina: pulls out her phone and calls her Husband (Selina and Bruce is married screw you, I want Bruce to be happy) Hey Bruce...honey...are you sure Jason is still single. Watches Danny leaves the cafe yeah...I see you met him too? Yeah...yeah...just saw him at the cafe I regularly go to...yeah...you should get the papers ready for Jason...tell Alfred to call the guy too.

B

I-

This is so perfect lmao

Poor Jason

ND

Nice

Alfred meets Danny during grocery shopping. Danny helps Alfred with carry the stuff across the street.

Alfred thanks and walks back home.

Alfred: looks at Jason as try to sneak a cookie you know i don't mind having a little version of you running around Mater Todd.

Jason: drops the cookie

Gr

bruce meeting Danny on patrol

Even better if it’s Crime Alley near where he originally met Jason

ND

Lmao he didn't respond on the comms for a good amount of hours even tho he still does patrol

Gr

Crime alley kid round two electric boogaloo

If Jason doesn’t adopt “his kid” then Bruce will

ND

Barbara and Batkids ; Bats why weren't you responding???? We were worried.

Bruce : ....Jason has a kid and I am a grandpa...

Gr

he finds Danny near the batmobile

ND

XD. Doesn't help Jason's case

Gr

Screw it im making it homeless baby Danny let’s heccin go

Reveal gone wrong

ND

Danny was just trying to take a pic of the batmobile.

He socked Bruce in the stomache as he got spooked by Batman

Gr

Them having a tire iron to defend themselves

Either that or a crowbar

(:

ND

Or a thermos

Gr

(Tire iron cause that’s what Jason had had when he first met bats)

Crowbar for obvious reasons

Or a thermos!

jason coming face to face with Danny and wondering just who this kid is

ND

Danny : ....Dan?!

Gr

Got Danny Nightingale cause of fentonightingale

               [Danny : ....Dan?!]

O rip

Mini heart attack if he’s out of costume

ND

Yeah XD.

Danny coming back to an apartment where he is staying.

Video call Jazz and his two bffs.

Danny : Yo guys saw someone who looks like Dan

AK

So like what is Danny to Jason

ND

Some random kid XD

Jason ironically doesn't see the resemblance

AK

I mean like

Is he Jason's little brother? Son? 5th cousin twice removed??

ND

Nothing

AK

It's that case of 7 people in the world who look like u huh

ND

He just looks like young Jason with a different hairstyles

AK

               [Got Danny Nightingale cause of fentonightingale]

Would be funnier if he went with Todd

Nightingale as a hero name

Gr

👁👁

Hecc ye

Todd can be Maddie’s maiden name

Gil

my only complaint is that Dan has long hair in a low ponytail and Jason has short hair and the white stripe

so he wouldn’t be that look alike

MF

what is Danny was an attempt of a Clone child by the League of Assassins?

Gil

also we only see Dan in ghost form, danny never saw him as human

MF

               [what is Danny was an attempt of a Clone child by the League of Assassins?]

like he has Jason DNA, was rapidly aged with fake memories, now ages normally

fake memories of being a toddler*

he was raised normally after being dropped off to the Fenton’s

Gil

ok and then the Fenton’s just adopted a grown kid out of nowhere?

and are their memories altered as well?

and jazz?

MF

probably

same with Sam and Tucker, I guess?

Gil

why not keep the clone and train them themselves (the League, i mean)

to create the perfect weapon yadda yadda

MF

he probably had training before getting dumped

A

I like the idea of it literally all just being a coincidence better

No one would ever believe it, but somehow, it's still true

Or Maddie could be, like, second cousins twice removed from Jason or something

Her mom's maiden name was Todd and Danny had a really good relationship with his grandma, so he took in her name when he had to run

Grandma Todd got some lucky chances and worked her way off the streets

Willis was her older half-brother's grandson

And Jason and Danny just happen to have unnaturally close DNA matches because ectoplasm is just recognized as a new, unique allele

MF

ooo

ye true

SS

A covert DNA test reveals matching ectoplasm levels that make the bats think Jason's spawn

B

Ooooh that sounds good!

SS

Oh same brain

Gil

ok that's fun

B

Yesss more misunderstandings!!!

>:D

A

My DNA class is finally having real world applications lol :dick_laugh:

RD

The bats end up peer pressuring Jason into adopting what they think is his spawn.

Gr

               [Her mom's maiden name was Todd and Danny had a really good relationship with his grandma so he took in her name when he had to run]

That’s legit how I’m doing it lmao

B

               [The bats end up peer pressuring Jason into adopting what they think is his spawn.]

"take responsibility Jason"

RD

Danny: I'm not responsibility, nor am I his

Jazz supports the adoption of his brother and Danny knows that there ain't anyway out of it

A

"i fOUnD HiM nEAr tHE bATMobILE, like that's an inherited trait, Bruce." - Jason

RD

Bruce directly after- "For all I know it is"

Gr

“Have you seen this family?”

B

Oh Jason, getting misunderstood so badly

RD

They think he's denying it so much b/c he's embarrassed or something

A

"It's okay son, we all make mistakes"

B

Honestly, seems legit

A

Jason gets all offended

"Hey, don't call him a mistake"

because that's a mean thing to say

AK

"how could u be so embarrassed about your own son jason!?"

Gr

“Yeah I know you do, have you seen Damian?”

A

but they think he just admitted to it

Grem

Dick, Tim and Damian on the other side of the room having a meltdown

The 3 of them "We are uncles?"

B

you can't escape fatherhood now Jason >:)

AK

How old are Jason and Danny tho

RD

Danny is tempted to yeet himself back in time to avoid this mess, but ClockWork thinks it's funny and says no

AK

Would be really funny if damian was younger than danny

Grem

Maybe Jason has 24 and Danny 14, but looks like he has 9

B

So Jason got a girl pregnant at 10!?/j

RD

               [Maybe Jason has 24 and Danny 14, but looks like he has 9]

as someone who at 14 was called an 8-year-old, i can vouch for realism

A

               [So, Jason got a girl pregnant at 10!?/j]

it would look like 14 or 15

they're all very concerned when they find out Danny's true age

or think he's lying

Grem

               [as someone who at 14 was called an 8 year old, i can vouch for realism]

I'm speaking from experience, i was 13 with the face of a baby

A

because obviously he was born after Jason was in the pit

blame it all on Talia, man

RD

               [I'm speaking from experience, i was 13 with the face of a baby]

ah, im just very short

AK

Maybe they think Lazarus is radioactive and causes weird age shenanigans

Grem

               [they're all very concerned when they find out Danny's true age]

Maybe they think he was put in a tank to grow faster or something like that

RD

or that the pit cloned Jason when it brought him back

AK

Danny having to pull out All the school records to prove that he did exist since birth

Gr

Oop

RD

jokes on him the Fenton’s didn't file any or his birth certificate

MF

a Steven universe situation?

Grem

He gets Jazz to testify that he indeed has 14

               [Steven universe situation?]

Possibly

RD

               [Steven universe situation?]

more like they just forgot to after having the kids at home and no one pressed for records b/c it's the Fenton’s

Gr

               [“Yeah, I know you do, have you seen Damian?”]

This leads to a fight that distracts from the whole supposed baby-daddy situation

AK

Jazz has kept extensive documents on her little bro she can in fact testify

Gr

Jazzy coming in clutch lmao

AK

Also, Danny and tucker were like attached at the hip so he can also vouch

MF

Jazz was the one to fill the-

JAZZ CAN FORGE HER PARENTS SIGNATURES

Gr

               [Steven universe situation?]

Intense confusion

Grem

And now they think she was mind controlled and those memories and papers are fake

Gr

Ooop

AK

               [JAZZ CAN FORGE HER PARENTS SIGNATURES]

This just makes then sus of the papers lmao

More and more convoluted misunderstandings

RD

Eventually Danny just accepts it and gives up

Gr

Jazz snapping and saying that she’s the one who raised Danny and accidentally making things worse

AK

Jazz frantically pointing "I RAISED THAT BOY

Grem

Now, it doesn't matter if he is or isn't Jason's son, they will adopt him

The Bats are worried for their safety

Gr

Danny actually being Jason’s half sibling

Through like their mom or smth

Grem

I think the 2nd cousins once removed is funnier

MF

ye

Gr

Ye me too

But the drama

AK

DRAMA WITH THE HALF SIBLING SHENANIGANS

RD

So Jason ends up adopting his half sibling/2nd cousin who everyone thinks is 9 and nothing they do can prove that he is not 9

Grem

After discovering that they are brothers, maybe they think that Maddie is curse and all her offspring will die and comeback

And Jazz is a little worried for her safety

               [So Jason ends up adopting his half sibling/2nd cousin who everyone thinks is 9 and nothing they do can prove that he is not 9]

What is one more problem child

RD

Danny keeps insisting he isn't a child, then youngblood comes along and that's all the proof needed against his claims

AK

... what does Vlad think about this

Gr

Vlad doesn’t have a valid opinion

RD

he's jealous

B

:dick_laugh:

#ghosts and bats channel #batman #danny phantom #danny fenton #dc x dp #bruce wayne #dick grayson #tim drake #damian al ghul #jason todd #batfam #jazz fenton #tucker foley #misunderstanding #miscommunication #complicated family relationships

[boldlyvoid]

Can you please write where Eddie really likes the reader but reader is dating Jason carver 😌😌😌😌

absolutely! i hope you like it

Warnings: mutual pining, bullying, abusive relationships, mental abuse, name-calling, slut shaming

word count: 1.7k

Jason used to be cool.

Not in the way most kids at school think he is now, no, he used to play pretend with Eddie and the boys in the schoolyard… he used to have an imagination and a kind heart and a strong arm to wield his imaginary sword side by side with Sir Eddie. 

Although, he doesn’t know how much of that was truly him or if it was all just one of the many faces Jason had. Their group was a lot bigger back then, back when they were forced to socialize with each other, they even had a lot of girls in their group. 

One girl, in particular, Y/N, who was now a cheerleader and Jason’s doting, perfect girlfriend. It made Eddie’s stomach turn to think about his wonderful friends becoming the people who hurt him the most now. Jason was so fucking mean, he didn’t understand how someone as lovely as Y/N could sit by and let it happen, which hurt him more. 

It didn’t stop his crush on her, unfortunately. She was still nice to him when Jason wasn’t around, she was his partner in Chemistry and she helped him with his English homework sometimes… but she still went back to Jason at lunch and kissed him in front of everyone and said nothing when he told Eddie to eat shit and die for no reason. 

There was a hatred on Jason’s part that he didn’t understand whatsoever, Eddie was valid for hating him back cause the treatment was unbearable. He’s been tripped, pushed, spilled on, yelled at, lied to, and about… people believed anything Jason said just because he was popular. The teachers loved him because he was a handsome, church-going, helpful man. He was a kiss-ass. A rich kid. A little bitch. 

Eddie was the opposite. Just by looking at him the teachers and the other kids decided that he was a bad kid. They thought that he was evil because he didn’t fit into the mould that society set for young men. They claimed he was going against the church for growing out his hair, wearing dark colours and reading any book that wasn’t the bible. 

They believed in boats full of animals, wizards that could part seas and turn water into wine and that killing gods son was okay because he could come back to life 3 days later… but the lord of the rings is too much???? It thoroughly pissed him off. 

Like clockwork, he has enough of all the shit-talking in the cafeteria and retreats to the back corner of the library to read his devil books and have a moment of peace. But it doesn’t happen. He’s barely in his spot for 10 minutes when Y/N shows up between the bookshelves and smiles at him like nothing happened. 

“Hey…” 

He ignores her even though his heart is screaming. He’s so mad that she can just sit there while her boyfriend says those things and then show up here. It’s not like she was going to apologize or make it right or anything. 

She walks over to where he’s sitting and kneels down beside him, trying to get his attention, she rests her hands on his arm but he flinches back. 

“What’s wrong?” 

“Really, you have to ask?” He tries to keep his voice down but he’s so hurt. “your boyfriend is a grade-A cunt and I can’t fucking do this anymore.” 

Her shoulder slump and her face falls, “oh…”

“Oh?” He shakes his head, disappointed in her. “Why don’t you care? Why do you let him talk to me like that? Does he talk to you like that?” 

She shakes her head, “not really… I mean, it’s different but he is mean to me too.” 

“Why?” He stares into her eyes and watches them break, “why do you stay with him?” 

“I don’t know,” she cries, eyes welling with tears as she loses her voice. “it’s… it’s complicated.” 

He drops his book and cups her face in his hands, he hasn’t seen her cry since she was 11 and scraped her knee on the pavement. He held her like this back then too, he kissed her knee to make it better and he wiped all her tears… “what does he do to you?” 

“He doesn’t do anything,” he’s adamant about that. “It’s the way he talks to me… like— like I’m nothing if I leave him. Like he says I’m wasted goods and no one else will love me like he does.” 

“That’s a goddamn lie,” he’s stern but soft at the same time. “Cause that’s not love, I love you. I’ve loved you enough to watch you live your life from the sidelines and now I love you enough to tell you that you deserve better.” 

She doesn’t look like she believes it, she looks so defeated. “I don’t like what he does to you, I don’t like how he talks to anyone, really… I can’t just leave him. He’s not going to just let me go…” 

“Do you want him to?” He asks, “do you love him?” 

She’s confused and distressed, she’s never told anyone the truth let alone herself. She’s barely processed this on her own and now she felt like he was making her choose. “I don’t— I mean, I’m not sure? I don’t want to be alone.” 

Tears well again and she pulls away from him to sob into her hands. 

She really believes the shit he’s told her. Eddie can’t believe how deep he’s got his hooks in her. It breaks his heart to see her like this. He doesn’t know what to do, he knows he can’t change her mind in a matter of minutes, this is something he saw in his parents. His dad was a royal cunt, his mom a sweetheart, so of course, his words got to her. She was too soft for the world, Y/N was too. 

He reaches out to comfort her and she leans right against his chest. He wraps her up in his arms and kisses the top of her head, “I’m so sorry he’s made you feel like this. He’s not supposed to make you feel like this if he really loves you,” he whispers. “This isn’t how real love feels.” 

“This could be,” she mumbles against him. 

“What?” 

“This could be what real love feels like,” she says it again. 

“It could be,” he agrees. His chest filling up with a mixture of pride and anxiety, “I’ll tell you right now, I’m never going to treat you like he has… and if I ever even slightly make you feel unloved you have the right to knock some sense into me.” 

She laughs a bit, “okay… do you think we can do it?” 

“Do what?” 

“Make it through whatever he’s going to put us through… I mean, once I dump him the slut shamming with start and then the bullying will escalate and god knows what else. I might even be kicked off the team for breaking the abstinence pact.” 

“What?” He had no idea that was a thing. “Does the basketball team have one too?” 

She shakes her head. “That’s fucked up. If you get kicked off then Jason should too…” 

“No, he’s going to tell people that I fucked you,” she explains better. “Not that he took my virginity, he’s going to say I’m such a sex-crazed whore and couldn’t get it from him so I went to the freak. I’ve been with him long enough to know what he’ll say.” 

“I’ll break both his hands he’ll never make another fuckin basket again,” Eddie basically growls. He’s seeing red at the mere idea of Jason carrying on his bullshit but directing it toward her. 

“And go to jail,” she reminds him. “I quite like having you in my classes and not behind bars.” 

“We could just not tell anyone?” He suggests, willing to be her dirty secret to keep her safe. 

She shakes her head and holds him tighter, “um, no,” she sounds offended. “If I get to finally touch you all the time I’m taking the opportunity.” 

She was clingy… he was going to love this. 

“When can you dump him?” He wonders, wanting to know exactly when he can ask her out…

“Now,” she takes a deep breath as she pulls away. “Come with me?” 

She hauls him up to his feet and straightens out his jacket, looking up into his eyes with a smile. “You get to be my bodyguard.” 

“As long as I can keep the title,” he compromises. 

“Of course,” she takes his hand and leads him out of the library. 

She doesn’t drop his hand until they reach her locker, where Jason is standing with his friends… his own locker was right beside her’s after all. 

“What the fuck is this?” He points to Eddie, “the freak needs a tampon?” 

“Eat shit, Jason,” she spits back. “I’m tired of you bullying my friends. And I’m tired of the shit you say to me. I don’t want to date you anymore, I’m not sorry.” 

He lets out a shocked laugh as the rest of the kids around him oo and ah at the situation. “What the fuck are you talking about?” 

“I don’t like how you treat me—

“How I treat you?” His voice gets louder. “I deserve a bit more respect and then maybe I’d—

“Hey man,” Patrick places his hand on Jason's shoulder and pulls him back. “She’s not wrong. You’re not the nicest to her, let her go. She can make that choice.” 

“Yeah, let me go,” she gives him an evil grin. “Have fun finding someone who can put up with your shit as long as I did.” 

He doesn’t say anything after that, he just shakes his head in a fit of burning rage and heads off down the hallway. She turns to her fellow cheerleaders who were all whispering to themselves, “I don’t care who dates him next, just don’t come crying to me when he’s belittled all the self-worth out of you.” 

She grabs her things from her locker and hands them to Eddie, “can you take these for me? I need to go ask the office if I can move.” 

“Just use mine,” Eddie offers, taking all her things gladly. “It’s not like I do.”

“Okay,” she gives him a sweeter smile, looping her arm under his and making their way down the hall despite all the prying eyes. 

They’d just have to get used to that. 

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[totallynots8tan]

PJO & HOO Character's songs

Leo Valdez - Run Boy Run - Play With Fire - Cardboard Castles - Sexy Back - Bohemian Rhapsody -Youngblood (talking about his "family") - I bet you think about me - Just like Fire - I built a friend

Jason Grace - Kryptonite - Unstoppable - Grenade - Nancy got a haircut

Piper McLean - Pretty Girl - You Should See me in a Crown - Kings & Queens; Ava Max - None of Your Business - Victoria’s Secret

Percy Jackson - Enemy; Imagine Dragons - Hey look Ma I Made it

Annabeth Chase - The Man; Taylor Swift - You Should See me in a Crown - Dangerous Woman - without me

Percabeth - Perfect - Paris; The Chainsmokers - Dusk till Dawn - Ring pop; Jax

Frank Zhang - Hall of Fame; the Script - Cool Kids

Hazel Levesque (I don't know if I spelled that right) - Golden - Titanium - Perfect - Dancing Queen

Nico di Angelo - I Bet My Life - Anti Hero; Taylor Swift - Nightmare; Halsey - Ghost Town - I'm a Ghost -Moral of the Story - Memories - Bad Word; Salem Elise - Break Even - If I killed someone for you

Sally Jackson (aka, our queen) - I'm a survivor; Reba McEntire - God is a Woman

Octavian - One Less Problem Without You - Maybe you’re the problem

Travis & Connor Stoll - Criminal - smooth criminal

Will Solace - Firework; Katy Perry - It get's better - sunroof - yellow

Solangelo - Happening Again - Broken - yellow

All Demigods, ever - Warriors; Imagine Dragons - Survivor; Destiny’s Child - Anxiety; Coi Leray - Centuries - Little Talks - Titanium - Castle on the Hill (camp half blood) - Gone, Gone, Gone (also mostly camp half blood) - Raise Your Glass - Born to Be Brave - You need to calm down - Natural - Monsters - Dusk till Dawn - without me - One wrong turn - Like I'm Gonna Loose You - bleeding out

Extra that I think apply, but I don't know how to label - If we have each other; Alec Benjamin - Mind is a Prison; Alec Benjamin - Born this Way - Feel It Still - Original - Checkmate; Conan Gray - Must have been the wind

Note: Some of these do not have the artists listed because you can just search the name and you will find the song.

WARNING: Some of these song could make you cry a lot, especially when thinking of your favorite characters, be prepared

#So I basically listed every song on my playlist #solangelo #nico di angelo #leo valdez #piper mclean #jason grace #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #sally jackson #Wow this got long #frank zhang #hazel levesque #Octavian 🙄🤢 #Travis Stoll #Connor Stoll #Stoll brothers #Percabeth #sally jackson is a goddess #I recommend all of these just for fun (or if you need to cry)

[queen-of-weird-girl-nation]

a fic I wrote on ao3 I wanted to share with the tumblr community (it’s called vicious cycles on a03 by stardaydreams to much)

Jason was so excited

If you saw him, on the bus that would take Jason Grace to New York, you’d assume he was having the worst day of his life. His face was incredibly serious, way too much for a twelve year old kid, and there was this air of misery and stress that hung over him like a cloak. 

The seriousness was a trained trait, one that he had perfected over the years. To mask all emotions, the childish ones that indicated weakness, anyways. And the pure happiness that he was feeling now was definitely childish and weak, so it had to be hidden. As for the sadness… that had just came along after years of training at Camp Jupiter.

Even though he didn’t look it, Jason was full of positivity, anticipation and pride. He had went on a quest a month ago, a quest where he had really harnessed his powers as a child of Jupiter. He hadn’t just succeeded, he’d apparently been so good that he caught his fathers attention. It felt like his dream was finally coming true, that if he worked hard enough his father would notice him. And this had been better than he’d ever hoped, to get invited to Mount Olympus itself, something that rarely happened. His father had wrote that him and Jason would have a ‘meaningful conversation’. A full conversation with his father, that was more than Jason could have imagined. This felt like Jupiter making up for never really noticing Jason. 

This felt amazing.

He hopped off the bus, located the Empire State Building and placed the letter that his father sent on the front desk. 

‘Ah, so you’re the kid that Jupiter wants to see? Head up and follow these directions, you’ll find him soon enough. And good luck up there kid,’ said the man at the front desk, handing Jason a glowing pamphlet.

Jason allowed himself a small smile at the front desk man, thanked him, then walked up to the elevator and pressed the button he was instructed to. 

Calm music played, streaming from little speakers. Jason thought about what the man had said. Good luck. He wondered why he would need luck, but he brushed that thought out of his mind. He was desperate to cling to that shred of affection, of hope. He wouldn’t let anything ruin that, not when he had fought so hard to be noticed.

The elevator dinged at the 700th floor, and Jason stepped off and took a second to bask in the beauty of Mount Olympus. It was like New Rome, but so much more than that. It seemed incredible, like a proper place that gods would thrive.

He consulted the map, and finally ended up in Jupiter’s throne room. This was it. Should he smile? He probably should, but not too much. He was about to knock on the door, but a loud booming voice said,

‘Enter,’ 

His father, Jupiter. King of the gods, god of lightning and law and hospitality and so much more. Jason entered the room, and immediately dropped into a bow. 

‘Hello father,’ said Jason, his voice full of admiration and awe. His father was like a statue, a perfect Roman. Right next to Jupiter’s throne was the Master Bolt and a lot of smaller lightning bolts too. It felt like everything that Jason had thought a god would surround himself with, especially the most important one.

‘So you are my son, Jason Grace?’ Asked Jupiter. His eyes weren’t blue, but a stormy grey. And he was looking straight into Jason’s eyes, which made Jason uncomfortable. He had never really liked eye contact, but he had always had to do it, no matter how much it made him want to rip his eyes out. But he tried to ignore that and preserve this perfect moment.

‘Yes father,’ said Jason. 

‘I hear that you were good on your quest. Very good,’ 

Jason lit up, trying his hardest not to break into a huge smile. His father had noticed. His father has praised him. This was everything Jason had wanted, the feeling of being noticed, loved and appreciated. All of his hard work, his harsh treatment and training. All felt as though it was leading up to this moment. He had to show restraint though, so his answer was simple.

‘Yes father,’ 

‘Do you understand how I came to power? To rule the gods of Olympus?’

Jason nodded, wondering where this conversation was going. But he knew all of Romes history and nearly all of the myths by heart by the age of 7. And this story was incredibly well known, even to those who didn’t know much about mythology.

‘You killed your father,’ replied Jason. Jupiter had killed Uranus, and claimed his throne, stopping the Titan king and taking his place.

‘And do you know how Uranus came into power?’ 

‘He killed his father,’ said Jason. He was now confused, what were they talking about? But he wouldn’t waste the opportunity, if his father wanted to talk about anything, he would go along with it, so long as his father was talking to him. 

Then the lightning struck. 

Jason was practically immune to lightning strikes by now, perks of Camp Jupiter’s training and being a son of Jupiter. But this wasn’t an ordinary strike. It wasn’t the Master Bolt itself, then Jason would be dead. This seemed specifically designed to cause as much pain as possible without Jason dying. And it was worse than every pain that Jason had ever experienced, and he had felt a lot of pain. He couldn’t help himself it, he screamed, he sobbed, he cried out because this was pure agony. He wanted to pass out, to let the pain end. He wanted to die.

And his father was standing over him, lighting still coming. He didn’t have a trace of sympathy for his 12 year old son, writhing on the golden floor, screaming and sobbing and begging for it to end. For Jupiter to kill him. Jason didn’t know what hurt more. The fact that his father was so indifferent, the fact that Jason had no idea what had caused this pain or Jason’s own weakness. He had been so hell bent on achieving affection that he’d ignored the red flags, the good luck from the desk man and the fact that his father had randomly started talking about patricide. But Jason had been so dumb, so stupid that he ignoring everything for some love from his father.

Lupa would have ripped his throat out. If this was a battle, he’d be dead. Why did he have to go and assume that he even deserved his father’s affection? His father was a god and Jason was a stupid kid, one who didn’t see any signs. This was a test, most likely, for his father to see if that heroic quest was just a one off. And Jason had been so blindsided he had let his guard down. He had just proven to his father he was pathetic, and this was the punishment. To be reduced to a snotty, sobbing child in complete agony. 

Then it ended. 

And Jason was still in pain, he felt paralysed and helpless, but he was alive. How long had his father blasted him? It felt like years, but he couldn’t be sure. Jupiter was staring down at him, his eyes still grey, but now more furious. But… could Jason see some fear? Some paranoia? Gods wouldn’t act like that, but it was there. Slightly. What was going on?

‘It’s a vicious cycle. The son kills the father to gain power. A harsh tradition in our bloodline. And I need to make sure my son doesn’t get any ideas. So let this serve as a reminder, Grace . That no matter how many quests you do or how much power you have, you are a snivelling little boy in your father’s presence,’ sneered Jupiter, looking down at his Jason, who still couldn’t move. His brain was sluggish, but he understood what his father was implying.

That Jason could one day kill his father and gain control, so this wasn’t really a punishment or a test, just a reminder of who’s boss, probably spurred by Jason’s success on his quest. He had seen this sort of thing play out at Camp Jupiter, but never to this extent. And the fact that immortal king of the gods, Jupiter saw 12 year old Jason as a threat would usually be a source of pride to most people, but this just proved to Jason that it was just going to make the god paranoid. This would make Jason’s life hell.

Stupid Jason, weak, emotional Jason. she should have known that this was too good to be true. He was good in the quest, but that was a threat. But according to Camp Jupiter, he had to be the best. So he had to be amazing at everything, but not so good that his father punished him again, like now. Just another vicious cycle.

‘I would kill you now, save me the hassle,’ his father boomed again, making Jason even more scared. His father wasn’t going to kill him, would he? Jupiter had just tortured Jason beyond belief, but him being killed? Was that Jason’s fate?

‘However you are my wife’s chosen hero,’ continued Jupiter. ‘The champion of Juno. She needs you. So you survive, and I shall heal you, but you will keep these scars. You must remember who is in charge of you. Do not stop out of line, or I will not hesitate to strike you down. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?’

‘Y-yes father. I am sorry father,’ said Jason, not really knowing what he was apologising for, but it felt like his very existence was a valid reason.

And so Jason was healed and given a long sleeved top so no one could notice the lichtenberg scars. He was already planning how to explain this to the others at Camp. He then cleaned his face and put on his serious face, like usual. No tears.

He bowed once more, left the room and left Olympus. Got on a bus. And knew that from here on out, he was going to have to plan everything he did, never careless or too trusting. Appease his father and Camp Jupiter. He would probably die if he wasn’t careful, but such was life.

Such was Jason’s life.

#jason grace #my work #my fic writing #percy jackson #riordanverse #my child <3 #jupiters horrible parenting #rick riordan #heroes of olympus #he deserves the world #jason Grace defence #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson and the olympians #child abuse tw #child abuse mention #child abuse

[lorimnnn]

pt 1 of i wish i had a fictional boyfriend (slasher edition)

man, sometimes i hate writing these fanfics--- only because i become psychotically obsessive with the idea of this total devotion, then realise i’ll never truly have it. obviously, that’s a good thing (probably). having a slasher boyfriend would not be very beneficial in the long run (probably).

but i’m just thinking about how even these killers would treat us better than any real, available human being on this earth. how they’re already ten times more interesting than fuckin brad with his vape and trackies, choosing which hoe he’ll ghost this time or if he’s ready for fresh meat this week. or not even. just every other person we decide we’re into for no good reason, aware that we could do better but won’t risk being single for like, ever. 

like, these slashers--- when they obsess over something, it’s singular. it’s unparalleled. imagine that in a romantic context. everything about you is evangelised in their eyes, even your flaws. everything you hate about yourself or unsure about is only something that makes you more perfect in their eyes. you could do anything. I don’t know, you could even fart. ghostface would giggle but he wouldn’t get disgusted by it. y’all could grow out your body hair as much asyou wanted, if that’s what you wanted that is, and they wouldn’t care, because it’s just as valid as the hair that grows on your head, which varies in length depending on preference or convenience. and then there’s michael. all he’s ever gonna do is stand there like an npc, but even he’s more interesting that your local Brad. he cares. he would get you gifts and do things for you because he likes to and it’s the one way he knows to make you happy, and these Brads could know a hundred ways to make you happy and they won’t do it. Or Jason Voorhees. Tell me he wouldn’t pick flowers with you and go on a picnic. Tell me you couldn’t tell him everything, especially if you’re bothered about something and all you need is a safe place to cry. he would give that to you. so would bubba. and i’ll even bring fucking Patrick Bateman into this, because even if it’s straight up insane, his narcissism would not stop him from spoiling you as much as he could and letting you talk yourself up. he’d probably encourage you to love yourself and be just as self-centred.

I wish I had someone who could lay out their imperfections so openly, so honestly, and not let me just... find out about them. like, let me love you as a whole. i know they would love us as a whole. or obsess over us. i don’t know. 

man, i’m so lonely. i just want a hot slasher boyfriend, guys. tell me that’s not what we’re all here for ahhh

p.s. no hate if your name is brad or you vape or wear trackies/sweatsuit, but i will shit on you if you give the vibe that usual combo 😭 

#slashers #slasher x reader #slasher x you #slashers x reader #slashers x you #slashers x y/n #ghostface #michael myers #jason voorhees #patrick bateman