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[starofthedawn]

14, 26, 94 for Spotify wrapped!

Thank you hon, you truly come through.

I answered 14 on a previous ask but here is 26 and 94:

#ask game #music #my asks #sassyshoulderangel319 #I def listened to Bells in Santa Fe so much and it made me sad when I went to the Halsey concert and that was the one song she did NOT play #oh well #thank youuuuu

[starlitangels]

Reminder that this is a side blog so if you get Booped by @sassyshoulderangel319 that’s me!

[watcheraurora]

So. This is a side blog. If you get a Boop from @sassyshoulderangel319 that’s me!

[ironwoman359]

“The government didn’t give me a choice.” Remus to Roman? Please? (You're awesome and I dig your blog!)

“You told them about Virgil?” Roman asked, staring at his brother in shock. 

“The government didn’t give me a choice!” Remus cried. “They said they’d kill you if I didn’t-” 

“They’re going to kill him now if we don’t stop them!” Roman snapped, stomping away and leaving Remus alone.

#roman sanders #virgil sanders #remus sanders #three sentence prompt #my writing #sassyshoulderangel319 #asks and answers

[nyctoheart]

So this may be a dumb question but which world did Sora sound sick during? (I read your tags on that one post) I’ve only got San Fransokyo left before the end but I haven’t noticed him sounding sick. Though I haven’t been paying that much attention 🙃

He sounded sick in the beginning of KH3 on Olympus, and occasionally other grunts or yells during combat (I feel like at least) so I’m assuming those were all recording around the same time. But for real like as soon as you leave Olympus I feel like Sora sounds absolutely fine lmao, so I dont blame you for not noticing tbh LOL

edit: like when he says “hope we’ll find some ingredients around here!”

#sassyshoulderangel319

[starcrossedjedis]

Ooh! Tell me about Death of a Bachelor, please! Or post a snippet, whichever! It sounds like a good story!

Moving to New York City for her postgrad had been a dream come true for Belle Mallory, but not even a year later the harsh reality of living on her own has caught up with her.

Long hours working on her dissertation are followed by long hours as a barista at “Mrs. Potts’ Coffeehouse and Bookshop” to make ends meet. Her peers at university think she’s odd - bookish even by their standards and barely even old enough to go out for a drink with them - so her co-workers at the coffeeshop are the only real friends she’s made. And now she’s about to lose the apartment she’s sublet, because all men are pigs and her “landlady” needs the place for herself again.

Things are looking grim, but unexpected - very unextected - help arrives in the form of Adam Villeneuve, a handsome, but unreasonably angry young man who frequents the community center next door for court ordered anger management… 

“I'd be careful with that one. He goes to the community center for anger management.” Belle almost jumped out of her skin at the sound of Babette's voice. How long had her colleague been standing behind her like that?

“I don't know what you're talking about”, she gave back, doing her best impression of someone who had not been caught in the middle of a good swooning. “How do you know that anyways? Aren't those meetings supposed to be anonymous?”

“Sometimes I take yesterday's pastries to the community center in the mornings. They have a schedule hanging by the entrance. 'Tuesday, 4am: Group Meeting, Anger Management'. Now it's Tuesday, ten minutes past five.” Babette sounded like a proud Sherlock Holmes laying out a particularly tricky case for her. “That – and when he came in here for the first time, I accidentally poured him a pot of decaf and he made me cry.”

#So here is the summary and a snippet #I hope that's okay #this doc is like super short #because I never did much with it #but I remember some VIVID daydreaming xDD #also I did not expect asks on the docs I got at all^^ #sassyshoulderangel319 #reply

[imagine-loki]

Runaways

TITLE: Runaways CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 12 AUTHOR: SassyShoulderAngel319 ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine around the turn of the twentieth century, Loki gets sick of being a Prince of Asgard for a while and runs away to New York City, where he falls in with a ragtag group of newsies, including you… RATING: PG/K+ NOTES/WARNINGS: No warnings, I don’t think, except their nickname name-calling and some minor threats that are mostly in jest. PREVIOUS CHAPTERS: P, Ch1, Ch2, Ch3, Ch4, Ch 5, Ch 6, Ch 7, Ch 8, Ch 9, Ch 10, Ch 11

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“Huginn and Muninn have finished their sweep of Vanaheim with no sign of Loki and are moving on to Midgard,” Odin told Frigga comfortingly. “We’ll find our son, my queen. I swear it.”

“You’d better,” Frigga said. Her tone was dark but nonthreatening. Odin knew she was a capable warrior and could completely destroy him if she wanted, but he was the king and she knew that committing treason against her own husband wouldn’t do Loki any good.

Odin patted his wife’s hand. “We will. Do not worry.”

Frigga bounced her eyebrows. “I worry over everyone in this family. If I didn’t none of you would still be alive.”

Odin grinned slightly and left his wife’s chambers.

Thor was waiting outside. “She alright?”

“Your mother is strong.”

“But is she alright?”

“She’s worried about your brother,” Odin said evasively.

“As are we all,” Thor agreed. Odin blinked his one eye but said nothing. “I pray we find him soon.” Thor looked pensive as he walked beside his father. “Loki’s no warrior. If he got into trouble—”

“He’d likely talk his way out of it,” Odin interrupted. “He may not be much of a fighter but he’s still capable of handling himself.”

Odin had a point, but Thor was still worried.

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“Extra! Extra! Read all about it! New Broadway show to debut this comin’ weekend!” No-No called.

Loki scrunched his eyebrows. “Where did you see that headline?” he asked.

“Page five,” No-No replied as she passed the paper in her hand to a man in exchange for a penny that went right into her pocket. “Ya don’t always have to announce front-page news. Some people ain’t interested. Others, however, likes theatre. Broadway is quite the business.” She smacked him in the arm with a cheeky grin and pulled another paper from her bag. Afternoon was wearing on and Loki’s feet were aching again. Not as much as the day before walking to Brooklyn but still. He wanted to sit down and have a break.

Loki peeked at page five, knowing that newsies had a tendency to make the headlines more dramatic—or outright lie—in order to sell better. But No-No wasn’t lying. There was a new show going up on Broadway that weekend. He stuck out his lower lip in contemplation, nodded, and folded the paper back up and holding it over his head.

A shadow swooped overhead.

Loki thought nothing of it at first—seagulls and pigeons weren’t exactly uncommon in the city.

Caw! Caw!

But he recognized that call.

His eyes, paler blue even than the sky, turned up to see two ravens circling the square No-No had parked them in for the moment.

Panic swept through him. 

His father was looking for him and no amount of magic that kept him from Heimdall’s senses could stop Huginn and Muninn from seeing him with their own eyes from fifty feet in the air. He could try an illusion that would change his face, but he doubted it would work.

Then he relaxed. The birds moved on. And if they had been his father’s ravens, their eyes would have probably turned red at the sight of him.

Loki sighed and adjusted the brim of No-No’s spare cap. It, plus the raggedy clothes he’d made, had probably kept Huginn and Muninn from recognizing him—if indeed the birds had been his father’s eyes and ears throughout the Nine Realms.

Probably not, though, he reasoned as he sold another paper. It’s not like ravens are rare birds. And they mate for life, don’t they? That was probably just a pair looking for a good nesting spot in the city to raise some young. The thought comforted him as he pulled a newspaper from his bag and went back to calling out headlines to get people interested. And neither of the birds had red eyes even though I swear one of them looked right at me, he thought.

“Hey pretty boy! Are you sellin’ papes or daydreamin’ over there!” No-No called from across the square. “Gotta stay focused, boyo!”

“I’m focused, I’m focused!” Loki retorted, shaking his head to clear it. “Just didn’t want to befall an unfortunate accident by being directly under one of those birds!”

No-No laughed. “‘Ey, that’s is supposed to be good luck,” she replied with a smile that Loki felt his chest ache for. It had been centuries since his last crush—a stablehand in Asgard who moved away from the palace for a different career opportunity and broke his heart—and the feeling of a deep caring for someone else that wasn’t family was almost foreign to him. He’d almost forgotten what love felt like.

That kind of love, anyway. He still loved his family. But falling in love with No-No was different. Much more potent and completely intoxicating.

“Yeah I’ve heard that before. Doesn’t make the experience any more pleasant,” he retorted.

“Maybe it would if ya sold fifty more papes that day and got a quarter that someone didn’t ask no change for,” No-No joked. She smirked and went back to peddling. Loki watched her for a moment, noticing for the first time that she’d somehow got a smear of something dark on her face just under her cheekbone. He couldn’t tell if it was dirt or newspaper ink but he was guessing it was the latter given her hands were all over the papers, ink tended to rub off easily—especially with sweat—and she seemed to wipe sweat off her face a lot.

Loki blinked a couple times and went back to talking strangers into buying newspapers.

As he did, he thought about how much he was enjoying himself. Sure the conditions weren’t particularly comfortable, but he was doing relatively honest work and making his own way. Despite the constant throbbing and aching of his feet, he was supporting himself and the feeling of working for something was rewarding. He felt purposeful, despite the trivialness of the actual work. Newspapers weren’t the most important thing in the universe, but it felt good to be doing something for something.

The sky was just turning a darker shade of blue when No-No glanced over her shoulder toward the circulation gates nearly a mile away. “We should probably head. Get the evenin’ edition, sell as best we can, get some chow once it gets real dark, and then get back to da boardin’house to ask the other fellas about Rogers’ exchange idea,” No-No remarked, appearing at Loki’s elbow like a wraith.

He jumped and nearly dropped the coins in his hand that he was counting. “Don’t scare me like that!” he exclaimed, trying for quiet and failing as the city’s noise dimmed.

No-No snickered. “Apologies, Your Highness,” she retorted playfully. Her tone let him know that she hadn’t actually figured out that he was a prince of a different planet and was just calling him that to joke around and mess with him.

“Apology accepted, princess,” Loki snapped, trying for mirthful. It might have fallen short, though, because No-No cocked an eyebrow.

She smacked his elbow lightly. “C’mon. ‘S go,” she said instead of addressing his comment.

“Right behind you,” Loki replied.

“‘Ey, jus’ think—three more days o’ this and you’ll-a been here a week. Then ya won’t hafta be stuck with me no more.”

And back to the bad grammar grinding in his ears and making him want to remove his cochleae. 

#Loki #Others #Submitted fic #submission #SassyShoulderAngel319 #Chapter 12 #runaways

[onlyinmyimagination]

Billet-doux was adorable! I absolutely loved it and it was a masterpiece! Not a mess at all. Thanks for writing it! Made my whole night that much better!

AHH thank you so much! Wow that’s some high praise I’m not sure I deserve but I’m honored to have made your night better! You’re very kind and I’d like to thank you for what you wrote on the tags as well! It’s like getting double the love lol

You are so lovely and I hope everything is going well with you (:

#sassyshoulderangel319 #ask

[cvptainbucky]

IM GONNA YELL AT YOU ABOUT INFINITY WAR BECAUSE IM SCREAMING AND FREAKING OUT AND IM ALSO SCARED BUT EXCITED AND THIS MOVIE WILL BE THE DEATH OF ME AND LIKE MY THREE FAVORITE MARVEL CHARACTERS ARE ALL SHARING THE BIG SCREEN AT ONE TIME AND I DON'T KNOW HOW TO HANDLE MY FEELINGS! Do you feel similarly?

I FEEL SIMILARLY MY FRIEND IM FREAKING OUT ABOUT EVERYTHING AND ABOUT BUCKY AND REBEL STEVE AND SAM AND OUR LORD AND SAVIOR TCHALLA BUT IM ALSO TERRIFIED ABOUT SO MANY THINGS please send help i’ve been screaming since it came out

#im posting this to invite everyone else to come yell at me about infinity war too #sassyshoulderangel319

[astronomyparkers]

sassyshoulderangel319 replied to your post “lmao y'all really hate that i sent peter to columbia don’t you”

For a second I was only half paying attention to this post and seriously thought you meant the country (which I know is spelled with an o not a u but I had a long day at uni today and I'm tired) and was SUPER confused for a good minute before I was like "OHHHHHHHH! I got it!" Yeah…

lmao!!! yes i love it

#sassyshoulderangel319

[starofthedawn]

∞

😁

“Get what you give, and ya give what you get

The hardest part is letting go

So just do your best

There's no need to wonder why

Out of your head and into your heart

Strike a match and watch it burn

Make a new start

We are the architects of light”

-Back To Home by Tristan Prettyman

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#ask games #music #sassyshoulderangel319 #thank you for asking me I love you #my asks

[sassyshoulderangel319]

New Icon! I’ve been looking for a new one for a while.

This one is fitting.

#New Icon #sassyshoulderangel319 #new icon for Me!

[eequalsmcscared]

OLLIE YOU'RE AN ANGEL!!!

LYRIC DONT BRING OTHER PEOPLE INTO THIS! @puns-and-patton

#and thank you sassyshoulderangel319 #for your sweet message <3 #oliver answers #sassyshoulderangel319 answers #angel ask incident

[sassycassie-s-writing]

Want You Back

By: SassyShoulderAngel319

Fandom/Character(s): DC/BatFam - Jason Todd/Red Hood

Rating: PG-11/T- (little violence, little blood)

Original Idea: Exes-to-Lovers is kinda an underrated trope, when it’s done right.

Notes: (Masterlist)(By Character)(About Me) This one is... 2,833 words. I wish I could say I’m sorry for it being long but I’m not. Have fun! @welovegroot @jason-redhood @jason-todd-squad

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“Oh shoot—hide me!” I hissed, ducking behind Daisy. She looked at me in confusion before glancing around the party.

She rolled her eyes. “Girl, you haven’t dated Jason in like a year. Can’t you at least try to be civil?”

“Oh trust me, I’d love nothing more than to be civil. Honestly, I’d love nothing more than to get back together with him. I thought we made each other happy. But he kept so many secrets and I can’t be in a relationship with someone who can’t be honest with me. We broke up so… explosively that I’m not sure we can speak nicely to each other,” I replied. “Just… block his view of me while I sneak into Jessie’s room, okay?”

Daisy heaved a heavy sigh. “Fine. But hiding from him won’t do you any good.”

“It’ll do us both a world of good if it means I don’t have to talk to him.”

Daisy did as I asked and blocked Jason’s view of me until we got to the stairs. I bolted up them two at a time and ducked into Jessie’s room. The door had been closed but unlocked. Once I shut myself inside, I leaned against it and sighed.

The bookcase in Jessie’s room was more meant for displaying knick-knacks than holding books, so a quick glance at her collection revealed nothing worth reading. I sat on the floor next to her bed, on her fuzzy pink rug, and stared at the screensaver on her computer monitor—a bunch of bubbles floating around and bumping into each other, changing colors.

Why was Jason here? Jessie knew he and I fell out over a year ago. Did she invite him? Did her brother? That seemed more likely. Jessie probably didn’t even realize he was here.

No need to get angry at her.

I pulled out my phone. I had a few books on it. Kept them just for this reason. Hide from a party and make people think I was just on my phone. I didn’t trust reading fanfiction in public, so I only kept traditionally-published work in my phone’s files.

I’m not sure how long I read. A half-hour, probably.

I was startled by the door opening and closing. “Whew. Dodged a bullet there,” a familiar voice said with a sigh of relief.

I looked up in alarm.

Jason was leaning against the door, eyes closed, breathing hard.

I held still. Maybe if he didn’t hear me, he’d slip back out to the party after a moment and leave me alone—and we wouldn’t have to exchange words. I watched my phone screen dim, then shut off completely, while Jason just stood there.

He opened his eyes. His gaze landed on me. “O—oh,” he said. “I… I didn’t know you were in here.”

I nodded, slowly and once. “I figured,” I said flatly. Awkward. “Did… Jessie’s brother invite you?”

“Yeah,” he said. “But… one of his ex-girlfriends from high school wouldn’t stop flirting with me. So I pretty much ran away. I thought this was a bathroom.” He gestured to the room around us. “Clearly, I was wrong.” He glanced at the door over his shoulder. “I would leave, but I don’t want that girl to come after me again. Think we can get along long enough to share?”

I pushed myself to my feet, tucking my phone in my pocket. “No need. Since I came in here to avoid you, I’ll just go back to the party—and you can stay here for the rest of the night, for all I care. I will say, though, the bathroom is the next door down.”

I moved to brush him out of the way to leave Jessie’s room, but he caught my wrist. “Babydoll, wait,” he said, voice soft.

I pulled out of his grip. “Don’t call me that. I’m not yours anymore.”

“I miss you.” His big blue eyes were giving me puppy eyes.

“I miss you too. But you know perfectly well why I broke things off. I can’t be in a relationship with someone who doesn’t trust me enough to tell me the truth about why he disappears all the time—and clearly can’t keep his story straight. I thought we were happy together, Jason. But when you vanish for hours at a time with no word and come back with lame excuses, how was I supposed to trust you? I doubt you were cheating on me but how would I know? And what else was I supposed to think?” I knew I wasn’t strong enough to push him away from the door—the man was 6’ and 225 pounds of muscle—but when I shoved he gave way.

I yanked open the door and shut it hard behind me. I stomped downstairs and back to the party.

“You see Jason?” Daisy asked. “He went upstairs a couple minutes ago.”

“We spoke,” I said shortly.

Daisy cringed. “Went that well, huh?”

“Part of me still loves him, but I’m definitely still ticked at him.”

She made a face. “Sorry,” she offered.

“It’s fine.” I shrugged. “Anyway. Have you even seen Jessie or her brother?”

Daisy looked around. “I said hi to her when we first got here… but no, I haven’t seen her since,” she said. I followed her gaze. A sea of people in a small suburban house outside Gotham was pretty crowded for a party, and it was hard to see if Jessie and her brother Robert were even here anymore.

“Me neither,” I muttered.

“Wonder where they went,” Daisy mused.

“I mean, with the amount of people here, I’m not surprised I can’t see them.”

“Yeah…”

Somewhere nearby, I heard glass shattering. “Uh-oh. That can’t be good,” Daisy remarked. “If Jessie’s parents find out someone broke something—”

She didn’t get to finish her sentence as a window crashed in right next to us. I shrieked and grabbed Daisy, dragging her away from the flying shards. Several of them splattered over my jacket and cascaded to the floor, but I was lucky not to get impaled by any of them. A dark figure in body armor landed on the carpet, holding a large assault rifle.

I put Daisy behind me and backed up a few steps as the music stopped. She was taller than me, but hunched over she could almost disappear behind me. At least, whoever the intruder was wouldn’t have a clear shot at her past me.

“I’m looking for Jessica and Robert Williams,” the intruder said, levelling his gun at the crowd. Someone screamed from near the stairs.

While the intruder’s attention was elsewhere, I snuck my phone out of my pocket and found Jason’s number. I sent a text as fast as I could. Get out of here. Shooter just broke in.

That was all I had the time for before slipping my phone back into my pocket like I never had it out. The intruder prowled around the crowd. “Jessica… Robert…” he singsonged. I held Daisy’s wrist behind me. “If you two don’t show yourselves in the next sixty seconds, I’m tearing up your friends.”

My phone buzzed in my pocket. I glanced at the text on my watch. Jason Todd: I’m not leaving you.

I slid my phone out. You have to. At least call the cops.

The window on the other side of the living room shattered inward. Another dark figure swooped through and landed on the floor. My first thought was Batman—but as the figure straightened from his landing, I saw a red helmet glinting off the disco lights.

“Red Hood,” I breathed, in awe. I’d seen him a couple times. Imposing, tall, muscular. I’d only ever seen him from a distance. Seeing him up close was almost more terrifying.

“Didn’t anyone ever tell you,” Red Hood said to the intruder, voice being run through some sort of ring modulator to disguise it, “that it’s rude to gate crash a party?”

The intruder growled, “Red Hood,” like an animal. My blood ran a little colder.

Red Hood stepped forward, completely unfazed. “Get out now, and this doesn’t have to get any uglier than it already is.”

“What do you care, crime boss, that I get up to a little trouble?”

“I care because everyone knows my rules. No innocents get harmed. Look around you. This place is full of innocent people.” Red Hood gestured to the party crowd. For a moment I could have sworn the eyes of his helmet lingered on me. But he was probably looking at the window. “Get out before I haul you out in a body bag.” He whipped one of his massive handguns into his hand, cocking it with the other in one practiced, fluid motion.

The intruder levelled the assault rifle at Red Hood’s chest. “Make me,” he spat.

Red Hood shrugged. “Okay.”

Bang! His handgun went off. I jumped. The intruder dropped to the floor, his rifle spraying bullets briefly toward the ceiling before stopping when he hit the carpet in a splatter of blood.

Red Hood looked around. “Everyone okay?”

A few scattered nods.

“Good. Get out on the front lawn. Wait for the cops to show up. They should be here any second,” he ordered.

The crowd rushed out the front door, bottlenecking and slowing down. Daisy included. I stayed where I was, staring at Red Hood. He noticed me not moving and came over.

“Are you alright?” he asked softly.

I looked down, peeling my hand away from my right side to reveal the blood soaking my shirt. “His spray. It got me,” I said, voice hoarse. My head was light and fuzzy. Not from blood loss—not yet. More likely from the shock of getting hit.

His helmet tilted down and he looked at the wound. The ring modulator distorted his whispered swearing but I still figured out what he said. “We need to get you to the hospital. Like, ASAP. And I can’t take you on my bike. Did you drive here?”

I nodded. “My car—it’s the dark green Explorer half-a-block that way.” I pointed down the street to the left with my non-bloodstained hand.

Red Hood nodded. “Keys?”

I pulled them from my other pocket and passed them over.

He swung me up into his arms and left. The crowd had cleared the front door in the time it took us to talk, so he marched across the front lawn and headed for my car. I heard Daisy call my name, but didn’t have the mental strength to call back.

As he walked down the block, each step jolting my wound, he said, “Batman, I’ve got a GSW. Taking her to the hospital. There was a hostile at a party in the suburbs. I took him down and the GCPD is on its way, but I’m moving the wounded girl.” He paused for a moment, but I couldn’t hear anything. “Yes, it’s a girl. She’s got her car here. I’m taking her in that.” Another pause. “Copy that. I’ll check in later.”

Red Hood set me gently in the passenger seat and laid it as flat as it could go. “Just hold on, babydoll. Hold on,” he said softly.

I scrunched my eyebrows as he shut the door and circled the hood to get in the driver’s seat. Once he gunned the engine, I put my clean hand on the arm of his brown leather jacket. “Why’d you call me… babydoll?” I asked.

“Well, I don’t know your name, miss, and I thought it’d be more comforting.” The car pulled away from the curb.

“You just heard my friend shout my name.”

He swore again and sighed. “Fine. Just don’t freak out. You’ll lose more blood.” He pulled his helmet off with one hand. “Couldn’t see as well to drive with that thing on anyway.”

Jason’s tousled black hair, white streak at the front, puffed up a bit as the helmet freed itself from his head. I tried to sit up, but fire burned in my side and I flopped back down before I’d even moved an inch. “What?” I squeaked. “Jay?”

His eyes flicked to me briefly. Deep blue and… there was something melancholy in them. “Yeah, babydoll,” he said. “It’s me.” There was his sad smile. One I’d seen many times. “You haven’t called me Jay since…” He didn’t finish his sentence, but I remembered when I’d stopped calling him Jay and “my Jay baby.” It was about a month before I finally had enough of his excuses and lies and broke up with him.

“Is this… is this why you always disappeared for hours and came back with excuses?”

“And could never seem to keep my story straight? Yeah. I wanted…” He sighed. “I wanted to tell you so many times but Batman said it would only be safe for me to tell you if we ever got married. And even then you’d still be in danger. You made me so happy and it killed me to lie to you. Killed me even more to lose you. When you broke things off… I am not proud to admit that every criminal I fought on patrol that night went to the hospital with more broken bones than I usually leave. I love you. Still. So much so that this past year has been… empty. Without you.”

I cleared my throat of the tears clogging it. “I said to Daisy earlier tonight, when I first saw you at the party, that I’d love nothing more than to get back together with you. But I couldn’t if you were going to keep things from me again.”

“Don’t get my hopes up like that while you’re in shock, please babydoll. Because I don’t know if you mean it or if you’re babbling from the shock and have no idea what you’re saying.”

“I told you I miss you,” I pointed out.

“That doesn’t have to mean you still love me or want me back.”

“But I do. To both. Love you and want you back. You can be honest with me now. But, we can talk about it when I don’t feel like passing out from pain.”

He reached out and grabbed my hand. “Hey. Hey, hey, hey. Don’t you dare pass out on me. If you do, you might not wake up again. Stay awake, babydoll. Stay awake. Please.” His grip tightened on my fingers. I tried to nod, but I wasn’t feeling well. My vision was a little blurry and I was tired.

“I’ll try,” I said.

We kept driving. Jason had fallen into pensive silence.

“Alright. We’re here,” he said. He parked my car and put his helmet back on. Then he ducked out, circled the hood, and picked me up to carry me into the ER, wrapping my arms around his neck. “Just stay awake. I’ll come visit—as me—later, okay?”

I nodded. “I’d like that,” I said.

Automatic glass doors slid open. Someone yelped. “GSW,” Jason said, voice modulated again. “Right side. No exit wound.”

“Get her on a gurney!” a nurse called over his shoulder.

I hugged Jason tighter. “Thank you,” I whispered.

He nodded. “Of course, babydoll.” His voice was soft. Comforting.

He set me on a gurney, and I watched him stride out of the hospital as they rolled me away.

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When I woke up after surgery, Jason was there. Alone. Blue jeans, red T-shirt, hair a mess, and dozing in the armchair. “You look like crap,” I croaked.

He jolted and sat up. “Speak for yourself, babydoll,” he retorted. But he spoke gently. “Your family’s down in the cafeteria, getting some breakfast. I told them I’d keep you company. Your mom looked like she might murder me just for suggesting it, but I told her we made up enough to be friends at the party. So she—begrudgingly, mind you—allowed me to stay.”

“Just friends?” I asked.

He smiled and sat forward to run the backs of his fingers down my cheek. “For now. You said we’d talk about it more when you were feeling better.” He leaned back in the armchair. “So, how are you feeling?”

“Still not great, but the shock has worn off, at least.”

“That’s good.”

“I meant it, by the way,” I said. “That you can be honest with me now, so if you’re willing, we can try again.”

Jason met my eyes. There was hope in his expression. “Are you sure?” he asked.

I smiled. “Absolutely. I told you before: I miss you.”

He leaned forward, and pressed a kiss to my lips. The EKG monitor beeped a little faster as my heartrate spiked. I grabbed his shoulders as he moved away, and pulled him back to me. He smiled into my lips as I kissed him again.

“Okay,” he whispered. “Okay. Let’s do this.”

He tilted his head for a better angle, and I pushed one of my hands into his hair.

The door to the hospital room opened. “What’s going on in here?” Mom demanded.

#Want You Back #Jason Todd #jason todd imagine #jason todd fanfiction #Red Hood #red hood fanfiction #red hood imagine #DC #DC Imagine #dc fanfiction #BatFam #batfam imagine #batfam fanfiction

[steverogersnotebook]

Soft Ask #2: what’s your feel-good movie?

answered this was a popular one! 

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[cjbolan]

Rules: tag 9 people you’d like to know better

Thanks for the tag @yellowmagicalgirl

Favorite color: Blue

Currently reading: 501 Movie Directors

Last song: “El Dorado” by Elton John

Last movie: The Green Knight

Last series: TV series? Diners, Drive-Ins and Dives. Movie series? MCU Spiderman. Book series? Emily Windsnap. At this point I’m super selective about any series, for the past 2 yrs I’ve been enjoying either one-offs or reruns of older series. (Favorite older series: Gordon Ramsay’s shows, I’m a major foodie ) 😆

Currently craving: Mac n cheese 🧀

Tea or coffee?: Coffee bc you can flavor it however you want ☕️

Currently working on: one of my many film projects

I’ll tag (your participation is optional btw) @muzikalsiren @rootbeergoddess @bottled-jellyfish @princesstadashi @orithereticent @notyouraveragejulie @mbell @sassyshoulderangel319 @animagix101

#myself #tag meme