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my friend just told me that there's a secret second dashboard that solely contains posts from people you've turned on post notifications for, and when i click the link in the messages it opens it within the tumblr app, so the tumblr app also has a secret second dashboard for post notification blogs, and the only way to access it is to open the link for it within the app.
that buzzy trope where a guy’s all dressed up in a suit for a formal dinner and helping his friend properly tie a tie around his neck while gently chastising and teasing them
but it’s Grace helping Simon fasten his tether wire on his waist for his first space walk
Summary: Jason comes home tired from patrol and just needs some tender loving care from his pretty girlfriend
Warnings: established relationship, fluff, smut, reader taking care of her big baby, both of them are switches tbh, sleepy kisses, cuddling, kisses everywhere, massages(nothing crazy just kinda mentioned), teasing, slight worshipping, riding, creampie, honestly slow and loving sex cause thats what jay deserves, pet names(baby,princess), they both down bad, tattoos and smoking jason enthusiast, he has the white streak too
Wc: ~2.2k
a/n: its 3 am and this came to me during my nightly fake scenario time and i love him so much
Do yall fw helmet red hood or mask red hood better? I cant pick
The quiet sound of your living room window opening and shutting stirred you from your sleep. The soft pound of heavy boots around your kitchen had you turning over under the covers, eyes cracking open the smallest bit to look over at the clock on his nightstand.
4 am. You let out a small groan, fists lifting to rub at your eyes. You sat up in your bed after a few moments, listening to him shuffle around the living room. The boot steps get closer and your bedroom door opens slowly, his masked head peaking in like he was in a cartoon.
“You awake baby?” He says quietly into the dark room, voice muffled and modulated from his helmet.
“Now i am” you reply back, waiting for his response. However it never comes as he toes off his boots and pulls his helmet off his head, dark hair damp with sweat and clinging to his forehead.
“Jay?” You call out when he doesnt respond, watching his shuffling form at the foot of your shared bed as he rips away at his armour and suit. He shucks it all to the floor, pulling everything off until hes left in his boxers. He takes a step closer to the bed and you raise your eyebrow.
He tilts his head before groaning out and flopping down on top of you, snuggling his wet hair into your stomach and wrapping his big muscular arms around your waist. You smile at him, one hand resting in his hair while the other moves to turn on the light next to the bed.
Soft golden light filters into the room from the small lamp, lighting up the features of his face in front of you. He looks up at you and your hands fall to trace over his cheeks and nose. Theres a new bruise blossoming against his cheek and his lip is busted, dried blood still coating the skin.
“You ok?” You ask softly, looking down at him.He grumbles, shifting on top of you to rest his head more comfortably against your lower stomach.
“Yeah just really fucking tired” he presses his forehead into your skin, strands of his sweaty hair soaking into your tank top and skin. You run your hands through it, pushing it back until the white strand is barely visible amongst his thick black hair.
He reaches over towards his nightstand, long arms aimlessly smacking on top of the surface until he finds his pack of cigarettes, long fingers carefully pulling one out from the pack without even looking. He turns his head sideways, temple pressed against you as he brings the cigarette to his lips and points to the lighter. You pick it up and flick it on, plucking the cigarette from his lips to light it before holding it back out for him.
He gives you a small grin before wrapping his lips around it, taking a drag of it.
“Wanna talk about it?” You try, fingers running down his arms and back, gently massaging the tension from his shoulders. He lets the smoke release from his mouth as he groans, arms flexing before releasing the tension as your hands work over his shoulders.
“‘Ts nothin’ serious, baby” he mumbles into your skin, kissing your lower stomach before taking another drag of the cigarette. He crawls up further on your body, face pressed against your chest as he kisses over your breasts before resting his head on them.
You giggle as you look down at him, getting the last bit of tension from his shoulders out. You gently tilt his chin up to your face, pressing your lips to his gently. He releases a small burst of smoke into your mouth, the dark cloud slipping past your lips and into the air around you.
He shifts up onto one of his arms, the other aimlessly trying to find the ashtray on the nightstand before finally stubbing the cigarette out. His hand moves to your face, cradling it lazily as he kisses you. His smell invades your senses, musky sweat mixed with the freshly smoked cigarette and something so uniquely him it makes your brain fuzzy.
You pull away slowly, smiling back at him when you find a sleepy grin on his face. He leans in kissing along your face and neck and your fingers slip down his shoulders to his arms, tracing along his tattoos and smooth skin.
“Can i make you feel good, Jay?” You whisper into the small space between you both. His kisses stop for a moment and he pulls back, head tilted in confusion.
“You already are, baby. This makes me feel good”
You shake your head, teeth finding your body lip as your hand presses into his shoulder, signalling for him to switch. He complies, rolling off of you and onto his side of the bed. He watches as you climb into his lap, body so warm and pressed against him. Your hair is lightly tousled from sleep, tank top clinging to your curves and pyjama shorts ridding up your thighs. He feels his face heat up just at the sight of you, cock stirring in his boxers.
“I mean like this” you smile, leaning forwards to kiss along his jaw. Your lips travel down his neck and over his chest, peppering small open mouth kisses all along his skin. Your hips press against his, cock fully solidifying as your heat presses against it.
“You dont have to” he starts but you quickly cut him off with a sloppy kiss, teeth dragging against his lip.
“But i want to” you pull away, hands falling to the hem of your tank top to pull it off your head. His eyes immediately fall to your breasts, watching as they move along with you. He leans forwards to kiss them but you push him back down, shaking your head.
“Dont make me tie you up” you tease, a grin spreading across your face.
He laughs at that, cock jumping at the way you purr it out before kissing along his own chest and nipples, sucking one into your mouth.
“Feels nice, baby” he groans out, shifting his hips under yours to grind against you. You smile into his skin, grinding your own hips against his for a few moments before stopping and lifting off him. He looks at you confused, arms behind his head so he could grip the headboard. You sink your fingers into the band of your shorts, pulling them off slowly.
“Yeah? You like this?” You ask, voice breathless and as sweet as honey as you press your lace panty covered pussy back over his bulge. He lets out a small whimper nodding his head, knuckles going white as they grip the headboard, eyes locked onto how your clothed heat drags along his boxers.
He could feel your wetness as it soaks into the fabric of his underwear, driving him crazy. He tries to rut up into you but you place a hand on his chest, shaking your head.
“Thought you wanted to make me feel good, princess. Why we teasin’?” He lets out a small strangled laugh, eyes flicking from your tits to between your legs.
“Say please first” his eyes meet yours and you bite your lip, fingers moving to pull his boxers down. When theyre finally off his cock springs free, smacking gently against his hard abs. They flex against the smack, leaking tip dripping onto his abs. God he was so big and pretty, you wanted him stuffed inside you so bad.
“Please, baby. Wanna make us both feel good” his voice had a slight whine to it as it came out that makes you clench around nothing. You lean forwards, kissing him as you push your panties to the side, reaching between the two of you to drag his cock through your wetness.
He moans into the kiss, head falling back as you sink in slowly. You lean back, giving him a full view as you sink down full onto him, so full of him as his tip kisses your cervix. You hum out at the feeling, watching him with a smile as you lift off slowly before sinking back down, both of you moaning in unison. His head falls to lean on the headboard, eyes tracking all of your body as you moved.
You watched him with just as much intensity, eyes locked on his rising and falling chest, the way his eyes flutter every time you sink back down on him. His lip was pulled between his teeth, copper taste flooding his mouth as he accidentally resplit his lip open. He thrusts up once into you harshly and you fall forwards, hands resting on his chest as you yelp out.
“D-dont do thattt, im supposed to be m-makin’ you feel good” you whine, hand gently hitting against his chest. He laughs beneath you, hips thrusting up again. “Cant help it, princess. Feels too good, doing so well for me”
You hum at his words, hips lazily riding him. One of his hands moves from behind his head down to between your legs, thumb circling your clit. You moan softly, head dizzy as you watch him. You lean forwards to kiss at his bloody lip, licking at it. The copper taste stains your tongue, but you just lift and drop your hips faster. His other hand moves from behind his head aswell, reaching to grab and squeeze at your tits before hes leaning forwards and sucking them into his mouth.
His hand falls to your hip, helping in lifting you up and down as his tongue swirls over your nipple, sucking it into his mouth. He releases it with a wet pop before kissing along the valley of your breasts to the other one, repeating the same actions. His hand grabs at the fat of your ass, squeezing it as he helps you move against him. You moan out as your chin rests in his sweaty hair, his cock filling every inch of you. Every pull out drags along the sweet spot inside of you and every push in hits him against your cervix. The tension is building under your stinky skin, and your fingers dig into his shoulders. Both of your paces quicken as you near the peak, lazy sleepy thrusts becoming hurried as you moan against each other, sounds filling your shared bedroom.
“Jay- ‘m so close, baby” you let out a whiny moan, his thumb working perfectly against your clit. His mouth finally releases your nipple, looking up at you as he nods.
“Making me feel so good, gonna make me cum. Come on baby, be a good girl and do it with me yeah?”
Your eyes squeeze shut at his words and the pressure in your gut finally snaps, cumming on him. You let out a small cry, body locking against his as he fucks you through it, chasing his own high. Both hands grab at your hips now, blunt nails sinking into your plush skin and bouncing you against him as he thrusts into you. Your juices squelch in the hazy room, so slippery and wet for him. His head rests on your shoulder, looking down at how he disappears inside you, small ring of your cum forming at his base and dripping down his nuts making him go crazy. His hips falter and he bottoms out inside you as he cums, filling you up with a harsh groan as he bites at your neck.
It takes a while before you both come down, leaning back on the bed as you rest on his chest, panting out. You shift up, sensitive pussy twitching around him as you move your hips up and off him. Gushes of his cum drip out of you and onto his cock, his eyes locked on the scene as he groans. He reaches over to his nightstand, silently grabbing the towel that he keeps there and uses it to clean up the mess between your legs before wiping his own dick off and tucking it back into his boxers.
“Feeling better?” You ask as you shift to sit on his abs. He nods, tossing the towel onto the floor and pulling you down against his chest. You let out a small yelp before snuggling against him, head tucked against his body. He reaches over for his cigarettes again, bringing it to his lips and lighting it before taking a drag, still leaning against the headboard.
“I love you” he says through a puff of smoke, looking down at you. He takes your hand and brings it to his lips, kissing all over your palm and the back of your hand before moving down your arm. You giggle and gently tug it away.
“I love you too, Jay but we should probably go to sleep” you gesture to the clock which reads almost 6 am and then to the cigarette and the dark bags under his eyes. He pauses for a moment before quickly sucking down the rest of the cigarette before stubbing it out.
I finished a gift house for my friend in Minecraft; before she came on to see it, I came across a really cute bunny, white and brown and black and unlike any pattern I’d seen before, and asked if she wanted to have one and what she wanted to name it. She chose Simon, because she’s been obsessed with Iron Lung.
IF YOU WANT A LOVER — ˚࿔ ⋆⭒˚.⋆ JASON TODD X READER
Warnings: bsf!reader, fem!reader, kissing, a little suggestive (MDNI), cussing, drinking… idk I think that’s it? I’m also not too proud of this one but I tried 😞 also sorry for any typos! Didn’t fully proofread
For this request!
3.2k words
The night started how any night usually does for you two — sitting around indulging in mindless conversation, ordering takeout, and talks of going out without either of you making a move to get up from your comfortable positions.
“Just a thought,” you say lying backwards on the couch, with your legs posted up on the wall, “Maybe we can actually go out tonight?”
From his position on the floor next to you, Jason says, “Like… actually?”
“Yes, actually.”
You and Jason know each all too well to know that when you say you’re going out, you don’t actually mean that you’re going out. Why leave the house when you can indulge in nonsensical chatter with your best-friend-turned-roommate? Jason doesn’t see the point in this.
You take a deep breath before saying, “It could be fun! We can check out that karaoke bar I told you about.”
“Bold of you to assume that I’m doing karaoke on tonight of all nights.”
“Bold of you to say that before getting a couple drinks in you.” You say, turning to him and raising your eyebrows. He can’t deny that look.
He wishes he could protest, but he settles on a quiet, “Fine.”
The two of you just sit there in silence for a moment, both silently begging for the will to get up. The silence between you is filled with Leonard Cohen’s ‘Suzanne.’ When Jason thinks about it too much, the song almost reminds him of you.
He can’t help but remember the short dissertation you’ve given him about the song over dinner many of nights ago. Of all of his songs, for a matter of fact. There was nothing but a look of love in his eyes as you went on and on and on.
To stop that reoccurring thought, he swiftly gets up with a small grunt. He extends his hand, offering to help you off the couch. You reach out and take his hand, adjusting from your position on the couch until you’re upright and on your feet. You mutter a small, “Thanks.”
Your hand lingers on his for a second too long. A second that if anyone saw, they’d realize what was truly going on between you two. The feelings that neither of you are bold enough to reveal.
You drop his hand and give him a small, flat smile before heading off to your room to get ready for the night. Jason’s eyes follow you as you walk away. He quickly looks down as if he did something wrong.
Moments like this aren’t extremely rare between the two of you. It always starts with a strangely domestic act. And it never fails to end with one of you running off before things can get too real. And best believe that they’re never acknowledged after.
The two of you rush to get ready, in hopes to get there at least an hour or two before the bar closes. You spend as much time as you can picking out your outfit, hoping that it’ll get you at least one free drink.
When you’re finally ready, you step out of your room and see Jason already standing in the common area, looking bored as ever. He’s wearing exactly what he was when you left to get ready.
“Didn’t feel like getting all dolled up tonight?” You joke.
“Ha ha.” He says sarcastically, all while taking in your outfit. You notice his lingering gaze.
“You like it?” You say while doing a little spin before continuing, “Do you think it’s enough to get me a free drink?”
He ignores the first question. “A free drink? All your drinks are free, I pay for them.”
You playfully roll your eyes, knowing he kind of has a point. “You know what I mean.”
“Sure I do. Let’s go.” He says jokingly, before turning to head for the door.
The walk to the bar is anything but silent. You’re trying to decide what songs you should sing at karaoke, all while telling Jason what songs he’s going to sing.
Before you step into the bar, you turn towards Jason and say, “I think we should get fucked up tonight.”
“Why would we do that?”
“Why not?” And with that, you make a pointed turn and walk into the bar. He follows your lead.
The bar is obnoxiously loud. From loud chatter in every corner of the room, to someone very terribly covering, ‘Mr. Brightside.’ Nevertheless, you immediately make your way to the bar. You order two shots each for the both of you, just to start you off, of course.
Once you both down the shots, you make your way to the stage to watch these poor people humiliate themselves. You’ve never been so eager to look a mess.
You turn towards Jason, “Should I go next?” You say with a laugh.
“Oh, definitely.” He says smugly.
“Okay but, I’ll only go if you do.”
“I don’t think I’m drunk enough yet.”
And that’s how the two end up on stage singing a terrible rendition of Whitney Houston’s, ‘I Wanna Dance With Somebody.’ Jason couldn’t help but look at you as you were hitting all the wrong notes. So much so, that he wasn’t even embarrassed anymore. He was just there. With you. He’s never felt so alive.
When the songs over, you two head to the bar once again. Jason gets a whiskey neat, and you get some fancy margarita. You two are enjoying your drinks, until you hear an unknown voice come up from behind you.
“Quite a voice you got there.” The voice says. You turn around, and you’re met with an attractive-enough-man. Sure, he’s not what you truly want, but he’ll do just fine. Guess the outfit worked its magic.
He extends his hand, “Trevor.” You meet his hand shake and give him your name. All while turning to Jason and wiggling your eyebrows. This Trevor guy continues, “Can I buy you a drink?”
You give him the fakest, yet sweetest smile you can, “Of course you can, Trevor.”
Jason has never been more miserable than he is in this moment. The only things that can compare is all the other times this has happened. And it almost makes Jason sick every time.
Jason puts his hand on your shoulder, muttering a quick, “I’ll leave you to it,” before walking off.
Trevor takes in the interaction, and then finally asks, “That’s not your boyfriend, right?”
You’re far too used to the question at this point. Every guy asks it eventually. And it almost makes you swoon every time. Like every interaction before, you dramatically say, “No— no! Not at all. He’s my roommate.”
Jason keeps a close eye on this conversation from across the bar. After all, his main focus is keeping you safe. If this was on his terms, that would mean keeping you away from guys like Trevor. Sure, he might not know the guy but he already knows that he doesn’t deserve you. He doesn’t know you. Not like Jason doe—
He quickly downs his drink to subside his thoughts. But something in him just can’t stand another guy making a move on you. That should be him. It was in this moment that Jason realized how tipsy he’s getting. To mend that thought, he goes to the bar and orders yet another shot.
Now in your vicinity again, he feels the need to down it and order another. All while you’re sipping on your second drink bought by Trevor. You look over Trevor’s shoulder and see Jason. He looks… unamused to say the least.
He looks up, as he feels your gaze on him. You shoot him a soft smile and in that moment, it truly lights him up. A sight for sore eyes, some would say. But the moment ends a little too quick for Jason’s liking. It’s not long before you’re back to being immersed in whatever-the-fuck this Trevor dude’s saying.
This goes on for what feels like hours for Jason. In reality, you were talking to him for maybe 15 minutes until Jason decided that he’s the one that should have your attention right now. He tries to brainstorm all the ways in which he can earn your undivided attention.
He can pretend to be your boyfriend? Like all the countless times before when creepy guys try to buy you drinks. Is that what Trevor is? A creepy guy? He looks at you as you playfully smack Trevor’s shoulder. Yeah, probably not.
Maybe he can pretend to fall and get hurt or something. Yeah, he’s not drunk enough for that yet. He looks at the karaoke stage as someone sings a god awful rendition of Carly Rae Jepson’s ‘Call Me Maybe.’ Although the sound is something like nails on a chalk board, it strikes up his best (maybe worst) idea yet. Karaoke. He is drunk enough for this.
As the person on stage hits their last ear-piercing note, Jason makes his way to the stage before anyone can steal his soon to be spotlight. As he steps on stage, he almost can’t stand all the eyes on him. But the one pair of eyes that aren’t on him are the ones that matter most. Yours.
As he tries to choose his song, his mind is at a loss. He drunkenly fumbles through the catalog, but none of these songs are good enough for you. That is, until he sees Leonard Cohen’s, ‘I’m Your Man.’ This should do it.
As you hear that first note, your head whips to the stage, revealing a very, very, drunk Jason on stage. Now completely tapped out of your conversation with Trevor, you mutter a, “No fucking way.”
You make your way closer to the stage. Without Trevor, Jason notices. Jason’s eyes are on you the entire time, as he starts singing the first line.
“If you want a lover, I’ll do anything you ask me to.”
His words are pointed, as he looks into your eyes throughout the entire song. It almost feels… intimate. If you were literally anywhere else, this is one of those moments where you would run away. But you don’t. You can’t. Honestly, you don’t even want to this time.
As the song ends, Jason drunkenly walks off the stage. Now with him standing right in front of you, you give him a genuine laugh and say, “Jason Todd. You are drunk.”
“I thought that’s what you wanted?”
“Indeed, it is. Let’s go.”
His eyes stay on you as you walk away. On the way you constantly look back at him, to make sure he’s okay. The way your hips sway— No. This is exactly why he didn’t want to get drunk tonight. It always ends with him questioning everything he’s ever known. Because of you.
The fresh breeze hits Jason’s face in just the right way as you two walk outside. It almost clears his mind completely. Until he looks at you once again. The sight of you recks his mind completely. If only you knew how he truly felt.
His thoughts are interrupted by you snapping in his face, “Jason! Are you okay?” You say, all while holding out one of your earbuds to him. As he takes it, he says, “Yeah— yeah. Sorry. I think I got too drunk.”
“Obviously. C’mon. Let’s get some food in you.”
The walk to the burger joint is filled with a comfortable silence between you two as you listen to the soft romantic songs playing through your headphones. It’s not long before Leonard Cohen’s, ‘If I Didn’t Have Your Love’ comes on.
As the song plays, Jason just can’t help but drunkenly cling to you. He wraps both of his arms around your shoulders and leans almost all of his weight on you. As you almost tumble, you say, “Geez, what has gotten into you?” with a soft laugh.
“I didn’t like that Trevor guy.”
“I could tell. Honestly, I didn’t either,” you turn to him, now with his face directly in yours, “But I got like, two free drinks. I consider that a win.”
“I bought you more drinks than he did.”
“Didn’t know it was a competition”
“It is.”
You’re almost taken aback by his sudden boldness. But as you approach the burger joint, you jokingly push him off of you, “Okay, Romeo. We’re here.”
You two quickly put in your orders and sit down as you wait for your food. It isn’t long before Jason lets his thoughts consume him once again.
He takes a deep breath before speaking, “Y’know, you look very beautiful tonight. No wonder that Trevor guy was all over you.”
You give him a soft smile as you dip your head, “Thanks. And he wasn’t all over me, by the way.”
“Might as well have been. Guys like that don’t deserve your attention.”
“Then who does?”
“Someone that knows you better. Someone that knows you in and out.”
If you thought too much about it, you would think he’s talking about himself. But your thoughts are interrupted by the employee calling your order number. You quickly scramble to get up.
After grabbing your order, you walk back to the table and extend your hand to Jason. He takes it as he gets up, stumbling a little as he does so.
You two walk hand in hand back to your apartment, with your head resting on his arm. There’s somewhat of an awkward silence now, no longer having music to fill the void. That is, until Jason speaks up.
“I’m glad you’re with me again. I couldn’t stand your attention not being on me.”
“Codependent much?”
“I’m serious.”
“I know. I’m messing with you. That little stunt you pulled definitely got my attention.” You say, referring to his little karaoke moment.
As you guys approach your apartment, you release the lock of your hands, as you dig in your purse in hopes to find your keys. Jason opens the door for you before you can find them.
When you two walk into the shared space, Jason immediately flops down onto the couch. You walk over to him, kneeling down next to him, food in hand.
You drunkenly say, “Jason. Get up.”
“Can’t.” He mumbles with his face pushed into the cushions.
“You need to eat, Jay.”
He can’t argue with you when you call him that. He slowly tosses and turns until he’s upright. You take the burgers out of the bag and hand him his. As he’s eating, he realizes how good of an idea food was. As he’s sobering up a bit, he thinks about all the things he said to you in his drunken haze. He hopes you’ve already forgotten all of it.
Of course, his wishes don’t work out in his favor, as you say, “You feeling better? You were talking a lot of game earlier.”
He puts down his empty burger wrapper and puts his head in his hands. “I was hoping you’d forgotten that.”
“How could I?”
He decides it’s best to just be honest at this point. “I meant what I said, by the way.”
“You’re drunk.”
“So are you.”
You gather up all of your drunken confidence to quietly say, “Were you talking about yourself earlier? When you were talking about what I deserve, I mean.”
“Maybe. Maybe not.”
“Stop being so coy, Jason. Say what you mean.”
“Yes. I was. Are you… okay with that?”
“I think I just might be,” you say with a shy smile, “But I also think that we should sleep on it and talk in the morning.”
“You’re not wrong.”
With that, you get up, and head to your room. Not without turning back and giving Jason another smile, though. He stays exactly where he is.
After getting ready for bed, you walk back out to the living room to clean up the remnants of food wrappers. As you walk out, you see Jason fast asleep on the couch. The sight of him so peaceful almost makes your heart melt.
You have a sudden realization that you should stay out here with him in case he gets sick or something. So, you grab a pillow and blanket from your room and settle onto the floor right beside the couch. You fall asleep thinking about the conversation that’s to come in the morning.
Did he really mean all those things he said? Is tomorrow finally going to be the long awaited day that you don’t run away at the sudden intimacies? You’d never tell him, but that night you dreamt the sweetest dream of you and Jason. It’s like your subconscious was telling you that you’re meant to be.
The next day, Jason wakes up only seconds before you do. His headache consumes him as he looks over to his left, seeing you on the floor beside him. His heart flutters at the sight. How sweet can one person possibly be?
As he’s looking at you, you stir awake. The first thing you see is his gaze on you.
You mutter a soft, “Morning.”
“Morning. You feeling okay?”
“Barely.”
“Yeah, same here.” He says as he flops back down onto the couch.
It’s just then that both of you start to think about your actions of last night. It seems as though there’s a silent understanding that neither of you should talk about it.
Jason drowns out his thoughts by slowly getting up and muttering, “I’ll make breakfast. Just get some more rest.”
Of course, you don’t listen, as you immediately get up to follow him to the kitchen. All he does is laugh.
You sit on the counter carefully watching him as he makes breakfast. The way he swiftly maneuvers around the kitchen. How he cooked your eggs for longer since you don’t like them runny. Maybe you don’t want to run away from the intimacy any longer.
“Can we talk about last night?” You mutter out as he’s finishing up the meal.
“Sure. Let’s sit.”
He carries both plates to the table and places them at seats directly next to each other. He then pulls your chair out for you, and then says, “Let’s talk.”
The freshly made breakfast should consider itself long forgotten. You two have more important business to tend to.
But honestly, you don’t have enough words to tell him how you really feel. So, you kiss him. The kiss says everything you’ve been itching to say for years. As you pull away, looking into his eyes, you say, “Too much?”
“Not at all.”
You make the brave decision to go in for seconds. This time, the kiss speeds up. You place your hands on his shoulders, as his hands are on the curve of your waist. He pulls you into his lap. You put your hands on the bottom hem of his shirt, testing the waters.
“Go ahead.” He says, giving you a tap on your waist, as you pull his shirt over his head.
You pull away with a smile, saying, “I think I might love you, Jason Todd.”
“I think I could say the same about you,” he lands a kiss on your lips, “I” another kiss, “Love” and another, “You.”
Yeah, breakfast could definitely consider itself long forgotten.
new human calls friend grace ryland. rocky knew this was part of grace name, but nobody used. not even old crewmates. not even human "stratt" who rocky thinks he must have been close with. not even grace students, and students grace favorite humans (said many times).
maybe because not very close, rocky first thought, grace lets new human call him name he uses less. but rocky not stupid. grace smile when other human say ryland. rocky gets more smiles total. but simon say ryland, get grace smile every time. every time.
smile when simon touch, too. human courting weird weird gross, rocky know. grace has held rocky hand before. kissed rocky before. through ball. kiss gross gross gross human mating custom where openings press together. ... rocky like, though. grace probably like kiss simon better. can do more than press against the xenonite and hum. more than rocky. gasp ryland, baby when grace touch his waist, turn around in his arms like human dancing and kiss and kiss and kiss his lips, call grace pretty and perfect in a language made of sounds my voice cannot form.
rocky also think grace pretty. rocky also think grace perfect.
Concept that I dont really have any intention of pursuing. Anyone who wants to write or draw this, feel free. Just tag me so I can see it because would love to see it come to fruition.
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BloodyMary Concept
While Adrian and Simon work on expanding the green house, Adrian is testing a new plant in the lab (before introducing it to the greenhouse. They want to make sure that any new plants 1- arent toxic and 2- will not negatively interact with other plant life already existing in the green house)
And while examining it, Grace stops and says quietly, "No way..." he runs a few tests on it and goes "No way!"
He still needs to dry and test samples, but he is almost certain he's found the closest he'll ever get to the equivalent of weed, which he hasn't had since his college years.
Adrian is concerned as Grace explains it at first, but agrees to help Grace as long as they run their own extensive tests first.
Kicking some dirt and huffing, Grace agrees never the less, knowing that it'll be months before Adrian gives him the green light.
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Fast forward, and one evening Grace comes home and is very giddy. He holds his prize out to Simon, who Does Not Know what he's supposed to be looking at.
Grace realizes that Simon has never had weed before and explains it all to him. Grace emphasizes that Simon doesn’t have to try it if he doesnt want to.
Simon is nervous, but his curiosity pulls him in.
He agrees and Grace shows Simon how to inhale, however Simon does it wrong and nearly chokes. Grace guides him back to breathing regularly and then gets an idea, asking Simon if he can try something.
Crawling over and settling himself on Simon’s lap, Grace's first hit eases over his nerves. Simon looks up at him, the man's eyes sparking as he cautiously holds Grace closer. As Grace inhales, he can't help the smile that spreads over his face.
He guides Simon to tilt his head and gently gets him to open his mouth before Grace leans down, sealing his lips around Simon's, shotgunning the smoke into his mouth.
As he does, Simon pulls Grace closer against himself, making Grace arch his back into Simon.
Ngl, when I first joined the Bloodymary fandom, I fully was thinking a majority of them were like me in that they were followers of Markiplier who saw Iron Lung to support him.
Imagine my surprise when I discovered that there's actually a lot of fandom members who had never really followed Mark, or even watched him, before getting into this fandom.
On the one hand, this kinda makes sense, right? Mark is merely the actor and filmmaker in this context. You don't need to have engaged with the filmmaker/actor closely to watch a movie he did and engage with a crossover fandom regarding a fictional character he wrote/portrayed. But it does make the fandom's reaction to stuff Mark does (like his reveal of how he knew about Bloodymary) so funny to me and how y'all probably don't know how absolutely Unhinged this man is (/affectionate).
So, to my Bloodymary creators who don't know the Markiplier lore, here are the highlights:
Mark is known to have gone to the hospital Numerous Times, to the point where there's an entire twitter account dedicated to counting the days since his previous hospital visit.
Mark has a bit with fans where he claims he's not a masochist, he just wants to know how much his body can take it, and then he'll turn around and willingly put himself through something he knows is going to cause him a lot of pain.
Not including the hospital visits (some more serious than others), Mark has: gotten tased, gotten pepper-sprayed, broken his nose while doing stunts on an aerial hoop, broken his hand after punching it through dry wall, gotten shot with a paintball gun, and probably various others I'm forgetting. These all happened on camera, by the way.
Mark drank his own pee through his brita filter. Twice.
EDIT: Following up the last point, he at one point experimented with a sauna tent by putting in different liquids other than water to steam in. Yes. One of these was his own piss. Pee sauna it was called.
EDIT 2: Mark actually has, what fans like to call, "egos", which are characters that he's portrayed that either he created or that fans created and he then ran away with. These include: himself if he was an egocentric sociopathic murderer; twins stuck in a single body who's whole schtick is to be vague and deliver the most based villain-sounding monologues; Google; a TV entertainer who breaks the fourth wall and is a mass murderer and was seen as the saddest character he probably ever created until Simon came along; a theater kid who loves prison; Indiana Jones; Jim; and more.
Mark actually cannot drink alcohol because his body can't process it correctly. The last time he got drunk, he had to go to a hospital for a heart attack. (This made the choice he made to have Simon drink rubbing alcohol VERY funny to me)
Mark made a tasteful nudes calendar and (I think?) fucked up his hand because he signed thousands of them over the course of a weekend.
Mark made a video announcing that he would create an Only Fans if the podcast he does with his best friends got to number one streaming on Spotify and Apple Podcasts. Needless to say, it became number one in just a few days and he made the Only Fans.
Mark repeatedly has said how badly he wants to be launched into space. Meanwhile, he has massive thalassophobia (fear of the ocean) and also a fear of mannequins.
Mark (affectionately) bullying his fans is actually quite common. Lots of posts said it already, but him mentioning Bloodymary was not a matter of "if" but "when". Because he ALWAYS pokes fun at memes and fandom stuff we create with his work. He also is the BIGGEST enabler of this too. He tells people to pick apart his projects for secrets he put in, and if we get something wrong or we don't find something he'll tease us about it. Fans will then, affectionately, bully him back. Recently, he's had the habit of dying in Subnautica 2 because he forgets to gain more oxygen and like half the comments are making fun of him for this.
I will say that if you try to go looking for some of these clips, a fair amount are from Unus Annus, a channel he co-created with his friend Ethan Nestor and has since been deleted. But people have made a Many compilation edits so they can be found, they'll just be a bit of a challenge lol.
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