WHOA this has been sitting in my drafts for a MONTH

Try Try Again [Jason Todd x Reader]

A/n: Hey guys so this is a part 2 to ‘Why Try?” I got an anon asking for a part 2 right after I wrote it and I wasn’t planning to until I got this idea. I’ve been working on it for a couple days and actually ended up trashing my first draft. I really hope you guys like it because I’m a bit worried about it. I figured the best way to find out if you like it is to post it so here it is lol. Sorry it’s a bit late where I am when I’m posting it, let me know what you guys think! I love feed back! Thanks loves! <33

And expect my next post to be my 900 milestone! Sorry it’s taking longer than expected!

[Frnd/n] - Friend Name


It had been about 6 months since you and Jason split up, or more you left him. You still couldn’t believe how everything ended. How he didn’t fight for you or try and stop you. He just let you walk out, and it hurts. Your friend let you move in with her after everything happened. Though she felt it was time you get back out there.

You never went out anymore and she’s worried about you. Having used to been so full of life, it was worrying to see you go to work, classes, and come home. Not doing anything in your freetime, only watching TV or reading. Though there was one morning when the mail came with two rather elegant envelopes. One was addressed to you and the other your friend, [Frnd/n].

They were two invitations to the Wayne Charity Gala, and you DID NOT want to go. “I’m not going. I don’t want to see him [Frnd/n]. It will be humiliating, even when we were there together women hung on him. I don’t want to see that. It hurts, especially since he didn’t even fight for me to stay.” Your voice cracked at the last statement.

“[F/n]” [Frnd/n] said, pulling you into a hug. “I know it’s hard. I know you loved him and he made the biggest mistake of his life. You’re smart, and gorgeous, and amazing in every way. But you shouldn’t let him stop you from being happy. How about this? I will find you a date if you decide to go.” She offered, making you laugh. “One of Caleb’s friends?” You asked, referring to her boyfriend.

“Maybe” she shrugged. You nodded, “Okay, but at least let it be someone I’ve met before.” She grinned, “you’ve got yourself a deal.”

It wasn’t long until you learned that you were going with [Frnd/n]’s boyfriend’s friend, Josh. You had met him before but very briefly, hearing mixed things about him, like he was a player and an ass, but that he has cleaned up his act lately. Leaving you to believe it may be a nice night.

Boy were you wrong. The minute you walked in he ended up fawning over multiple different women. Caleb apologized profusely for his friend’s behavior, blaming it on the alcohol. Waving it off you sat at one of the tables, watching your fingers trail over the fabric of your dress. You’d been asked to dance a few times but declined, knowing the men who asked had no interest in getting to know you. Their only interest was to somehow convince you to go home with them.

You looked around the room seeing the people of high society socializing, unbeknownst to the pair of cerulean eyes watching you.

“Why don’t you go talk to her?” Dick asked, coming beside Jason. Jason didn’t answer just continued to stare at you, thinking about how beautiful you look. “Jason, I know you still love her. We all do. Why’d you even let her walk out that night?” He sneered at the question and downed the rest of his drink. “I don’t know.” He shook his head, not looking at his brother. Eyes falling on a group of women his age fawning over him and the man beside him. Making him roll his eyes. Dick grit his teeth, holding back from shoving Jason right over you. Dick patted Jason’s shoulder before walking away to find Barbara.

Jason’s eyes scanned the room. Them falling on the guy you came with. He made Jason’s blood boil, obviously having just used you for your plus one to the gala. How could [Frnd/n] allow that? Scoffing at how the man kissed a girl’s hand. Glancing back he saw you sitting on your own, looking rather dejected. He’d had enough.

Setting down his glass he pushed by the people and right up to Josh. “Hey!” he caught his attention before grabbing his collar. “Whoa man what’re you doing?” Josh yelped while trying to remove Jason’s hands from his shirt. “You think it’s fun to use people? Huh?”

“Dude what are you talking about?” He laughed but it only angered Jason more. “I’m talking about the woman you used for her plus one tonight.” He growled through grit teeth. But Josh started to laugh more, “Oh, I know you. You’re Jason Todd, [F/n]’s ex. You broke her heart man, brought this upon her. Pitiful really, thought maybe I’d throw her a bone tonight. She may not be my type but she’s still hot. Maybe I’ll –” He was saying before the smirk got wiped off his face by Jason’s fist. The way he was talking about you just set Jason off.

He saw red and didn’t stop even when Dick tried to pull him off him. It wasn’t until he heard someone else. “Oh my god Jason stop!” His fist halted in the air, feeling a hand grab his wrist. Looking he saw you standing there, holding his arm in place. He allowed his arm to fall, and you turned away from him. “Josh, are you alright?” Asking while kneeling by him. He nodded sitting up, meeting the Jason’s eyes before shrinking away.

Suddenly Jason stood up and stormed away. You got up, chasing after him, “Jason!” yelling while following him. “Stop!” Continuing to yell his name and for him to stop until you were out in the gardens alone. “For fucksake will you stop!” Screaming as his feet came to a halt. “What the hell was that?!”

He didn’t say anything but did turn around and met your eyes. “Answer me dammit!” He didn’t, making you heave an irritated breath. “Why? You haven’t talked to me in months and I show up to the gala your family invited me to and bloody up my date! Yeah he was an ass but you didn’t leave me much of a choice. You didn’t fight for me or talk to me, just let me go and n–” Your rant was cut short from him basically running over and crashing his lips onto yours.

After the initial shock you found yourself kissing him back but pushed him away after realizing. “No! No no no!” Saying while punching his chest, feeling hot tears stream down your cheeks. “[F/n]” he caught your attention, meeting his blue hues. “I’m so so sorry I did that to you. I don’t know why I did. I’m still in love with you, I never stopped being in love with you. I thought I was burdening you with my problems and it scared me. I thought I was saving you the pain of my nightmares and horrors of patrol but instead I pushed you away, and I regret it more than anything in my life. I’m weak and selfish and never should’ve hurt you like that.” He shook his head, feeling tears sting at his eyes.

You stared at him in shock. Not having expected that, “Why now?” You whispered.

“Because, I saw you with that asshole and I couldn’t take the way he treated you. The way he talked about you like some object. I realized how stupid I was and how huge of a mistake I made. I’m so sorry, and I love you. I love you so fucking much and I’m an idiot for ever letting you go. I’m so sorry I hurt you.” Watching as the tears streamed down his cheeks, your heart screamed to embrace him but your head reminded you of the night you left.

“Jason I–” You shook your head before he kissed you again, this time hard and passionate. A kiss of love. One that reminded your brain of every good moment that far outnumbered the bad. Pulling away he rested his forehead to yours, “Please give me a second chance, I love you more than life itself.”

Eyes meeting his you saw how genuine those words were, and how regretful he was of letting you leave. You allowed a smile before admitting, “I love you too.”

tous les mêmes (preview)

Originally posted by baehkkyun

❝ Baekhyun was just an escort, and not even the one you’d ordered at that, but for some reason he’s standing before you, case in hand and about to sue your company to the ground.

❝ characters; byun baekhyun x you
❝ genre; romance, fluff, slight smut?, office au!/kinda
❝ part one

a/n; this has been sitting in my drafts for a month so i might as well post it, because i’m seriously stuck, so here’s a taster of what’s to come.


This wasn’t exactly what you’d pictured you’d be doing on a Saturday night, surfing the internet for male escorts.

“Come on Y/N, just pick someone“, Your best friend complained over your shoulder, hand gesturing randomly at your laptop screen, “What about him?”

She’d pointed at a man. He seemed to be beaming at the camera, both ears protruding from either side of his face, he was one of the most normal looking guys you’d scrolled past, that is until your eyes landed on the obnoxious pastel hair colour he sported.

“Really Sona? He looks twelve”

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(( WHOA this has been sitting in my drafts for a few months yikesyikesyikes. I wanted to see how much of an animatic I could do in like an hour? I was originally going to wait to publish this until Remi had mentioned that clowntown zangoose, but yeah, it’s her jerky ex-boyfriend.

I’ve got a weird relationship with Heathers: The Musical because some of the songs are good, some are REALLY bad, and also I viscerally hate the original “Heathers” movie. ))

I planned to this when I hit 2k, but was so busy with uni and assignments being co-incidentally due at the same time that I couldn’t get to this till now. It’s been 4 months since my last follow forever and whoa, a lot has changed since then. I descended into the life of multifandom trash and followed way more blogs.

I’m honestly pretty bad at expressing my feelings, but I want to thank everyone who follows me, whether you’re from before I switched to a k-pop blog, or you literally followed 2 minutes ago. I appreciate every single one of you, and read every single tag. Reading things like ‘these gifs are so nice’ actually brighten my day so much and motivate me to keep creating content. I also want to extend my thanks to all the blogs I follow, who fill my dash with a+ content and also inspire me to keep creating.

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previously on tiberius

inspired by pixieknight10805’s post here

Warnings: implied emotional abuse

slight change from last installment included at the beginning of this one. :DDD

“SUGAR BEE!” Tony shouts, and launches himself out of his chair.

Rhodey’s grin breaks free. “Hey, Tones. How you doing?”

“What the hell are you doing here?” Tony asks, eyes skimming over him. He looks good, isn’t favoring anything as far as Tony can tell, but it’s hard to tell with the jacket and the scarf. “Are you okay? How’d you find me?”

“Tracked your phone, you idiot, how else?” Rhodey says, grinning. “I’m fine.”

It’s been months, God, it’s so good to see him. “What are you doing here?” he asks again. He should probably let go of him but he really doesn’t want to.

“What, I can't—”

“You’re Tiberius?” Steve interrupts and Tony’s so shocked by the blatant rudeness of it, he has to turn to confirm it was him. Steve’s been nothing but unfailingly polite so far.

“No,” Tony says and hears Clint, Natasha, and Sam’s voices layered with his own and Rhodey’s scandalized, “What? No!”

The hard set of Steve’s brow softens and he turns faintly pink. “Oh. I— I’m sorry.”

“This is Rhodey,” Tony explains.

Rhodey hooks his arm around Tony’s neck and pulls him close. “I’m his best friend. Colonel James Rhodes of the United States Air Force. You are?”

There’s some serious posturing going on there which, strangely enough, Tony sees echoed back in the faces of Steve and his friends. They seem…suspicious. Well, except Sam, who looks like a kid on Christmas morning.

Steve blurts, “Steve—City Emergency Services,” still looking mortified. The others introduce themselves one at a time, polite but wary, at least until Sam’s up. He’s all lit up when he says, “I don’t know if you remember me—”

But recognition dawns on Rhodey’s face and he smiles, arm relaxing around Tony’s neck. “Oh my god, Wilson. Now that’s something else, how the hell are you?” He reaches across the table to shake Sam’s hand and Tony can’t help how he grins at the huge smile on Sam’s face.

“I’m good, I’m good, man. You’re obviously doing well, got promoted.”

Rhodey glances down, the way he always does when someone mentions his achievements. Tony squeezes his ass and Rhodey jerks, glares at him.

“We’re very proud,” Tony says and Rhodey’s mouth ticks upward.

“You got out?”

“I did,” Sam says agreeably. “C'mon, sit, sit! Have a few drinks with us!”

So they do. The bartender brings over fresh glasses and a couple more pitchers of beer.

“I’m working at the VA now,” Sam goes on.

“I heard about Riley,” Rhodey says, sobering. “I’m sorry.”

Sam’s smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “You and me both, brother.”

“You never said what you’re doing in town,” Tony says to Rhodey when Sam starts to look suspiciously glassy-eyed.

Rhodey smiles at him, grips his shoulder and shakes him a little. “I am here to see you.”

“That’s it?”

“That’s it. I’ve got a few days before I have to be back in Washington.”

Tony grins and feels it go a little silly. “God, it’s good to see you.”

“Sorry,” Steve says, interrupting again, what is going on with him? “but did you say you found him using the GPS on his phone?”

Tony catches Rhodey’s eye because they both know what actually happened was Rhodey asked JARVIS, but, eh, semantics.

Rhodey says, “I don’t see how that’s any of your business.”

A laugh bursts out of Tony. “Hey, Shortbread, come on, what’s with the third degree?”

On his other side, Steve’s mouth thins. “I guess I’m old fashioned; it just seems to me if Tony wanted you to know where he was, he’d tell you you if you asked.”

“Not if he wanted to surprise me,” Tony cuts in. Rhodey eyes Steve thoughtfully. The others—except Sam, beautiful beautiful Sam—don’t seem to be warming to Rhodey either, what the hell. That’s not acceptable. He sits forward. “Did you guys know Sam and Rhodey worked together on the EXO-7. But shh, that’s technically Top Secret, you didn’t hear it from me. Sorry Rhodey. Bruce, Jane, Rhodey went to MIT with me. He got a Masters in Aerospace Engineering, which really does not do justice to how brilliant he is, okay, but trust me, he is, and—”

“Hey, whoa, whoa, Tony, relax,” Rhodey says, hand gripping the juncture of his neck gently, but firmly and pulling him back. “It’s okay,” he says, smiling. “I’m giving your new friends a hard time. I’m sorry, I’ll stop.” Then he looks back at the others and adds, “And I’m sorry to all of you. People don’t always have the best intentions where Tony is concerned and I guess I’m a little bit overprotective.”

“A little bit, right,” Tony mutters under his breath and grins when Rhodey elbows him in the ribs.

He gets a lot of looks from the rest of the group, measuring and assessing, and he clears his throat. “Enough with the posturing now, hm? Let’s get back to drinking.”

“Hear hear,” Clint says and lifts his glass.

“To friends!” Thor calls and smiles start to spread around the table. Everyone lifts a glass.


whoops this is shorter than i thought