#this was my mood when someone stole my takeout order the other day though >:( i had to wait for them to remake it and all.. >:(((

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thanks for the laughs, yujiro

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Midday on Menagerie, Ilia was getting ready for her favorite place, bed! Community service for past mistakes meant getting up so early, so while others days were revving up, hers was coasting down. The young faunus made her way up her massive tree house and walked through the front door. Immediately her shoes came off and postured slouched as she made her way to her couch.

“One more day over with. At least I got lucky and got cargo moving instead of trash.” Her body sunk into the sofa. The peaceful mood of her home wrapped Ilia in comfort. From the gentle sunlight, cool breeze, the delicious smell of pasta coming from the pot simmering on her stove, even the way Sun wore a ridiculous apron as he-

“Wait, what the!?” Her body sprung up onto her feet. “Sun!?”

“Oh hey. Took you long enough.” He smiled, watching Ilia’s face go through a vast amount of expressions before settling on a smile. She gave him a running hug filled with surprised laughter. “Aw, hehe, glad you’re as happy as me.”

“I didn’t know you were visiting. Wait, did I forget something!? Did we plan anything!?”

“No. This is a bonafide surprise from yours truly. How was your day?”

“Same shit different day. Only today is now better than most.” She placed her head against him. “Not that I don’t appreciate the smell of pasta, but I already ate before I got home.”

“That’s fine. Consider it left overs. At least now you have more than takeout for a while.”

“Takeout is perfectly fine. I’m gonna change into something comfortable. I expect no more lifestyle judgments when I get back.” Ilia took off down the hall and into her room.

“What’s the point of a dirty clothes hamper if you put the clothes next to it?” Sun snickered, waiting for Ilia’s face to pop out of the doorway. He wasn’t disappointed for a second to see her squint at him.

“Don’t enter my room like you own the place!”

xxxxx

Time seemed to go by a little quicker when Sun was around. Afternoon had arrived in the blink of an eye with the sky turning shades of red and purple. Ilia had made herself cozy yet again on the couch but with Sun acting as a big spoon. The white t-shirt and light blue basketball shorts she had chosen made cooling of all the more easier. This moment should’ve been perfect, yet… it wasn’t. Sun never did anything without a reason. As much as she enjoyed this surprise visit, something had to have sparked it. Ilia turned her body towards him and studied his gaze before it was directed towards her with curiosity.

“What’s up?”

“You tell me. You look a little tired, Sun. What’s eating at you?”

“Me? Nothing. The flight was longer than usual so I guess I’m a bit tired-” Her right hand held his face. Sun looked into grayish-blue eyes and found himself sighing.

“Hey, aren’t you the one always telling me to lean on you when I need to? Don’t try the cool guy act. You can lean on me too.”

“I know. I… it’s hard to explain.”

“Was it a fight with Neptune?”

“No, nothing like that. Honestly, I just really, really missed you is all.” His arm draped over her back, keeping her close. “I know it sounds a bit silly but lately I keep missing you.”

Now that was a shock. “Missing me?” Ilia blushed watching Sun rest his head on her while his arms hugged her body gently, “S-Sun?”

“Outside of meetings twice a month and calls, I go about my normal routine. Missions, hangout spots, it all feels like a loop recently; and all I want is the thing that makes it all worthwhile. The time with you just never feels like enough. My head has tons of things to think about but it wants you to be a part of all of them.”

“What’s so silly about that?” Ilia pulled Sun away to get a good look at his face. There was sadness, a longing in his eyes. One she easily recognized. She pressed her forehead against his. The warmth of his body swallowed her whole, drawing her in and erasing the loneliness she saw in him. “I miss you everyday, but it makes these moments all the more worthwhile.”

The typically cheerful blonde remained silent, basking in this moment. Without words, they both leaned in gently to kiss briefly. Seconds after, they found themselves once again getting lost in each other’s looks; the mutual feelings making Sun give Ilia a longer, more passionate kiss that she gladly melted into. His lips alone made her heart flutter. Sun really missed her, more than ever. The shift in his weight turned them over until Ilia was under him. Her hands came around his back and her voice escaped from her the longer their kiss. She had no intent on denying him, but even so, the feeling of Sun tenderly nipping her bottom lip and playing with her tongue made her body feel weak with pleasure.

“He’s so…vulnerable.” She felt his hands grab her legs, propping them up on either side of his body before sliding them up under the shorts, gripping her hips the way she liked. This desire he had for her filled Ilia’s thoughts. “Maybe, I’m not loving him enough? No, stop that. You know he doesn’t think that. Still…” Their lips found a moment to separate for a moment of air. “Sun, am I loving you right?” Her voice was soft and a bit pleading from all the kissing.

Sun gave a soft smile. His hand ran through her long brown hair as he kissed her forehead. “Your love is perfect. It’s why I want more. Ilia, I want to be with you more. I want to love you more. Everything about you, I just…” his thumb traced over her lips, “want more.” And so he went for it. Sun continued to kiss the woman who stole his mind and claimed his heart. He felt her fingers grip his short and tug it until it fell off his shoulders. Sun found the patience to stop again in order to remove it altogether. Not that it took long.

Ilia in her flustered state took the break as a moment to calm her beating heart. She slipped out of her t-shirt no problem and let out a yelp feeling Sun raise her hips. He pulled down her shorts, tossing them on the ground and leaving her in dark blue lace panties. Ilia felt her heart rate quicken the moment his fingers slid in between her labia.

“Ahn~”

“You’re already this wet. Not to mention wearing something like this is never your first pick.” Sun leaned closer over Ilia, who’s eyes fought desperately not to close. “Are you wearing these for me?”

“You…ah- know the answer, jerk.” She moaned, arms holding him close again. A sudden burst of pleasure and slight pain hit her neck as she felt his teeth gently bite the sensitive flesh, marking her. The heat of his mouth on her was second only to his tender rubbing along her slit. Her hips raised instinctively and Sun took the opportunity to pull her panties away. Ilia was so caught up in all these little actions that her body tensed the moment she felt the head of his aching dick press at her entrance.

Her face may have been hidden over his shoulder, but it made hearing her contained whimpers all the sweeter as rolled his hips forward; opening her up agonizingly slow as he was greeted with warmth and her walls pulling him in until Sun completely buried himself inside her. Sun didn’t even have the strength to pull more than halfway out before sinking back into her again and again, picking up the pace after each thrust. Ilia’s whimpers grew louder until she began panting.

Sounding needy was always what Ilia tried avoiding, but that became increasingly difficult when there was someone who didn’t think twice about expressing theirs. The sound of Sun’s lustful groans and erotic breathes hitting her ear only turned Ilia on. How he was able to be so shameless about it was beyond her, but she never wanted him to stop. There wasn’t a part of him that didn’t feel like flames. The body pressed against her, the lips that devoured her neck, and most of all, the rock hard length that filled her up to the point her waist felt numbingly good. Somehow…it just kept digging into the exact same spot.

“W..Wait! I’m…ngh~” her toes curled against the couch. Despite her attempt at words, her body didn’t want him to stop. Sun finally pulled away from her neck but went straight back to assaulting her mouth. Her entire body shivered from him dominating and stealing her tongue from her control. If that wasn’t bad enough, Sun took liberty of pulling her left arm off his body,taking her hand in his to hold against the couch. Ilia could no longer put up a fight. Her body all but melted into the couch as her heart danced and voice let out a muffled cry while her legs trembled throughout her orgasm.

Sun winced, his girlfriend squeezing him in every way. He stood on his knees to give her space to actually breathe, her chest constantly falling from all their kissing. The freckles on her face were red and though she didn’t look at him, she refused to let go of his hand. Not that he wanted her to. Sun groaned, pulling out of her, his own climax still far away. That was fine, because he wasn’t done seeing her like this.

Ilia’s head was slowly getting itself together. They’ve had memorable times but that felt good. Like…drunk sex kind of good. Her mind barely registered watching Sun reach down for his jeans and pulled out a condom he swiftly tore open with his teeth before rolling it over his cock. Ilia couldn’t comprehend fast enough on what went through her own mind let alone Sun’s as he grinded against her sensitive pussy. That was…until he slowly dragged it down a bit lower than expected. The haze Ilia experienced cleared the same time her heart skipped a beat and blush overtook her face. “Wait are you-” was all she got out before her voice gave out, her lungs exhaling everything in her as she felt her ass accommodate Sun’s throbbing cock. A guttural moan rose from the base of her throat. Ilia’s eyes shut tightly and her back arched, unable to fall back down to the couch thanks to Sun holding it in place.

He managed to free his other hand to grab her waist in order to themselves, then, he fucked her just how she loved it. Unlike with her pussy, Ilia wanted it rough and hard here; her dirty little secret that she hated to admit. Sun’s moans were drowned out by Ilia’s cry of ecstasy. “There’s those moans I love.” Ilia did nothing to stop them but that didn’t stop her from placing her arms over her eyes while her entire body went pink with bright red freckles.

She’ll kill him. This time for sure she’ll do it! There wasn’t a nerve in her body that wasn’t feeling him ravage her completely, sending her into bliss too strong for her to think. Sun was giving it to her without a second thought. His hips smacked against her ass. The hand on her hip went down to her leg and raised it until her foot was over his shoulder. It wasn’t too much of a change until he leaned forward ever so slightly and plunged deeper.

“AHHH! FUCK~ SUN!” Tears welled up. Ilia turned her head towards the couch pillow and bit down, hard.

Sun listened to all of her gasps, moans, and whimpers; each one spurring him on while he watched her pussy flow like a river. He wasn’t even touching it anymore but it twitched violently with each thrust he gave. He dared to press a single finger into the nectar and feel it grip him while her hips began shaking. “That’s right! Cum whenever you’re ready. I’m so close~” he sped up again.

Ilia felt herself get dizzy, the haze returning stronger than before until everything went white. Any feeling of embarrassment was pushed away, and Ilia screamed into the pillow like it actually did anything. She felt the condom inside her begin to swell with Sun’s cum that felt hot and heavy enough to burst right through it. Thankfully it appeared to stay contained. Ilia’s body went limp, exhausted from her second orgasm. A small moan left her lips feeling Sun leave her body as he placed her softly on the couch. Ilia couldn’t decide what was worse. The fact that yelling at him would hurt right now, or the fact she didn’t want to yell at him at all. She finally looked at him, eyes half opened and still riding her high. She saw just how sweaty he had gotten and the used condom already safely put aside for the moment. He was still right in between her legs with a gaze that saw only her.

“Ilia…”

“I know.” She cooed. His eyes said it all, and she knew hers did the same. Her arms reached out, inviting him back into her grasp. “I want more of you too.” This time their kisses were less hungry but still every bit as passionate. Right down to the way she moaned his name as Sun slid right back inside her soaked core. Ilia could feel every inch of him glide effortlessly through her in great detail. Somehow he felt bigger than earlier.

“Are you okay?” He could feel her quiver in his arms.

“I’m good. Not so fast this time okay? I want this to last.” It was the truth, but Ilia couldn’t bring herself to mention that she wouldn’t be able to withstand another intense round. It was already challenging to not cum on the spot. Sun listened to her request, rolling his hips into her like waves swaying a boat. “Yeah. Like that.” She gasped, hugging him. Her legs looked locked around his lower back before getting washed away in the moment. She felt her lips graze his again multiple times, continuously demanding attention.

Sun laughed as he felt Ilia’s hands comb through his hair. The moans she tried hiding were all to clear for him. As was her trembling pussy. With each move, he felt her clench tighter and kiss a little deeper. “Cumming again?” Just asking made Ilia hold on tightly. “I’m close too. Cum if you need to.”

“No.” Her voice whined, happily tired. “I wanna cum with you.” The weight of his cock pressed straight down into her, throbbing immensely in a way that made her overwhelmingly weak. His raspy breathing hit her ear.

“I love you.” Sun gasped, his limit finally reached. He pressed his hips right up against Ilia’s, burying his cock in her as he came. Ilia’s limps clung to him for dear life. The way he felt her insides wring him out as Ilia let out a voiceless cry sent him completely over the edge.

Ilia desperately wanted to return his words but try as she might, all she could was hold him close while her body let her orgasm rush through her body, and even down Sun’s shaft. She could still feel it giving her everything it had until it finally stopped, softening enough to slip out of her. Her legs finally freed her blonde, but his body remained on her; Sun’s head on her chest while he still groaned from the pleasure. He didn’t meet her gaze but his arms still held her close. Ilia could see his ears burn bright red. Giggling to herself, Ilia rubbed the top of his head. Now he was embarrassed?

“Sigh, so needy, but who am I to talk?” Ilia put her other arm around him. “I love you too.”

xxxxx

After a well deserved and comforting moment in her arms, Sun sat at the dinner table across from her. A little embarrassed from earlier, he wanted to talk to Ilia but the girl silently stuffed her face with pasta and avoided his gaze. He wanted to believe his cooking was just that good but the fact her skin was still pink gave him other thoughts.

“Maybe I went a little overboard this time?” Watching her flustered face pout from his actions was always cute, but he did feel a little guilty. After all…he did go for all of her this time around. “Ummm.” He didn’t know what to say.

Ilia traced her fork around the plate. By no means was she upset at him. It was just hard to say anything when what happened was on repeat in her head. For both their sakes she worked up the will to speak. “Two weeks.”

“Huh?” Sun watched Ilia’s cheeks get redder. “Two weeks?”

“Yeah. That’s how long I have left until my community service is officially down. So….maybe we should celebrate? A proper vacation, just you and me.” Her eyes finally met his, “I want it too ya know? Being with you more I mean. I…can’t think of anything better; coming home to see you here made me really happy. So let’s plan a long vacation together.”

Sun got up from his seat and walked over to her. Ilia could see the joy in his eyes and the gentle smile on his face made her lips curl up. She closed eyes, already knowing he was going to kiss her. It was just as lovely as all the others that came before and would be as incredible as the ones bound to come after. She opened her eyes to look up at him, his forehead against hers.

“Let’s do it.” He cuffed the side of her face, watching her lean into it. “Ilia?”

“Hmmm?”

“I don’t think I can let you sleep tonight.”

Honestly, what was she going to do with him? It was like his love was spilling over, and so was hers.

“Okay❤️”

[cipriss]

BTS Reaction ▾ They snap at you but you find it funny

Warnings: Swearing, It’s fluffy asf, I’m talking absolutely no angst (okay maybe just a smidge).

Jin:

Jin’s face was red as he glared at you with a challenging gaze. You know you’re supposed to be mad and this was no laughing matter but you couldn’t help but burst into a laugh.

You tried to recover by turning around and stifling yourself by covering your mouth in order to not anger him further. It was just the sight of him in his apron and translucent gloves waving his arms wildly as he scolded you for breaking yet another dish of his. It was funny. You know he wasn’t mad but maybe just a little frustrated but that didn’t mean you wanted to laugh.

“Hey! Are you laughing at me?” Jin asked incredulously. You shook your head, still faced away from him and trying hard to swallow your giggles. “You are!” He scoffed. “How are you going to laugh when I’m mad? Is it because of my apron? Is my disregard for gender conformity funny to you? Huh?” Now he was just being ridiculous. The mood had successfully lightened so you risked turning around with an amused smirk on your face.

“It’s actually your flailing arms that got me.” You managed to get out without bursting into giggles at the memory of it.

He still tried to keep up his facade but you knew he was melting. He tried glaring at you but that proved to be hard as your smile was bright and he found himself melting into one as well. “Yah, (Y/N)… You’re really going to be the death of me.”

You shrugged as you walked up to him and swung your arms around him before leaning to kiss him. “I’m really sorry for breaking your stuff. I’ll clean it up an get you a new one. Is that okay?”

He softly smiled and shook his head. “Forget it. I don’t care as long as you didn’t hurt yourself. I can replace a measly dish. Let’s just clean it up together and then you can go sit in the living room away from fragile shit in my kitchen.”

Yoongi:

“Obviously you don’t know anything about music.” You stated as you looked back at the TV. Yoongi scoffed and stared at you with his head tilted. He didn’t know if you were teasing him anymore with how stoic your face was. You looked serious.

“I don’t? What are you talking about? You said your favorite song of our’s was A Typical Trainee Christmas! And you said Namjoon sings better than me!”

“He does. And what wrong with liking that song? It’s a lyrical genius.” You looked back at him with a straight face.

“And you’re telling me I don’t know anything about music?” You can’t believe how riled up he’s getting. It really surprised as your lips let a small laugh slip through. You tried to cover it up with a cough but Yoongi definitely caught it. ANd you realized that before you laughed and pinched his cheeks.

“You’re adorable.”

He groaned loud before swatting your hand away in slight annoyance. “Why did you get me mad like that? Stop teasing me.” He pouted.

“But you’re so cute like that. I can’t believe you fell for it.”

“I was okay until I saw how serious you looked! Where did you learn how to act like that?” You only shrugged before he let out a sigh. “Can we just go back to watching the show?” He asked but you knew you had no choice in it as he threw his arm around you and pulled you into his side, almost crushing you. “Why do you have to rile me up like that?” He whispered, not expecting an answer as he tightened his arm around you.

Hoseok:

“Can you stop humming that song!” He suddenly snapped. Your voice immediately cut short and you looked at him with wide eyes. You were surprised at his sudden outburst because he gave you no indication that he was mad about it the entire time you were sat beside him scrolling through social media. He even had headphones on.

“Was that annoying? I’m sorry.” You didn’t want to anger him. SOmething must be really irking him if he was this mad.

“Yeah, it was! I’m trying to focus on this stupid song but your humming is getting in the way. I thought maybe coming home would be better staying in the dorms because of all the noise there I didn’t realize it would be the same here as well.” Now he was just overreacting. You knew your humming wasn’t even that loud. If he was working on a song, he shouldn’t even be able to hear you. That realization caused you to burst into a small giggle.

“Hobi, you can’t hear me through your headphones. You shouldn’t be able to.” His face dropped as you called him out. No, something else was bothering him. “Tell me why you’re actually irritated. Maybe a pair of listening ears will alleviate the stress? Hmm? Quit working for a bit and let’s just kick back okay?” You smiled sweetly before he slumped his shoulder in defeat and sighed.

“You’re right. Sorry about that. Let’s just order some takeout and talk. I’ve had a rough day.” You only nodded and caressed his cheek before placing a kiss on his forehead.

Namjoon:

He was in the middle of scolding you while driving you back home from a party. You had gone ahead and gotten wasted drunk and if it were any other occasion, Namjoon would’ve been fine, but this was in front of his friends. He didn’t like that too much. Though sometimes, his sentences would trail on as he tried to keep a stern face.Then it dawned on you the reason for his distraction.

You couldn’t hold it in. You tried but as soon as you realized how utterly distracted he had gotten once his eyes landed on you, you couldn’t hold the laugh in.

You drunkenly let out a giggle to which he immediately stopped his ranting. “Are you… Laughing?”

“Ye-yes.” you blabbered as your small giggles rose into a full-blown laughing fit. Namjoon glanced at you a little worriedly as you were too busy trying to stifle yourself. You don’t even know why you were laughing this much. It wasn’t even that funny. You managed to minimize your loud guffaws to small breathless chuckles. “I can see you staring at my boobs ‘Joon.” You said bluntly after finally gathering your bearings.

“Oh…“ His cheeks erupted into a rosy color and he sputtered trying to explain himself. “I- It’s just- You don’t usually wear something like this.”

“Why so shy? I’m yours to look at right? I mean, you can do more than just look.” Your voice dropped an octave in an attempt to be sultry.

He froze a little at your boldness but recovered quickly as he realized you would regret all of this tomorrow. He chuckled himself and shook his head. “You’re drunk. Go to sleep and let’s see what you think in the morning after we recount tonight’s events.”

Jimin:

“We need more meat. Jin stole like, half of our stash yesterday. OH! And we also need some flour! I was thinking of baking a cake just to try it out.” You rapped on about the many things on your grocery list and you know you were talking more than necessary, but you didn’t expect Jimin to snap. Especially in the middle of the cleaning supplies aisle at the grocery store.

“I get it! We need a lot of things! Can you just not talk anymore?” He scared you a little by speaking up so suddenly. “My head’s been pounding all morning and you giving everything on the grocery list a story isn’t helping.”

“Oh, you startled me!” You let out a light laugh and placed a hand on your chest. “I’m sorry for talking so much but don’t do that again.” You shook your head and giggled at how easily you get shaken, and that caused Jimin to feel bad instantly. How were you so understanding even when he basically yelled at you? “Tell you what. Why don’t we ditch the list and just get some junk food before heading home? We don’t even have to talk at all.”

Jimin sighed and nodded as he pinched the bridge of his nose in relief. “Please. And I’m sorry for snapping at you like that.”

You only smiled and grabbed his hand while leading him to the candy aisle. “Hey! Someone has to shut me up.”

Taehyung:

“I can’t go! Why don’t you understand?” He stopped your insistent rant. You were a little surprised at his sudden rise in volume. You were only suggesting a mere trip to the doctor’ at a suspected cold.

The room was silent as he stared at you in a mix of irritation and fear. The silence was broken by your humored scoff. “Are you scared?” You asked in disbelief. “It’s just the doctor’s!”

“Just the doctor?” His eyes wide as if that was the most heinous thing you’ve ever said. “Have you seen any sci-fi films these days? They’re going to put me under and take out my nonessential organs to sell on the black market!” He’s letting his mind run wild now. “Will you still love me if I only have one kidney? I don’t wanna end up alone just because I might have a cold.”

You scanned his face for a hint of jest and caught it immediately due to a mischevious glint in his eye. “I would stay even if they took away one of your limbs.” You played along as you replied dramatically. “Like it or not, you’re stuck with me.”

“Really?” He perked up. “Alright then. Let’s go. But you can’t back out okay? Stay with me.” He urged.

“As long as you want me to.” You promised.

Jungkook:

“I get it! Jin hyung’s amazing! Shut u about him already.” Jungkook interjected your amazed rant about his older group member. You had just met him for the first time and it’s pretty apparent he had impressed you with his cooking skills and more than questionable humor.

“I was just- talking about him. He’s a cool guy.” You explained.

“He sucks is what he is.” He grumbled in spite, not meaning for you to hear it. That’s when it clicked. He’s jealous.

Your sudden realization of the fact caused you to start laughing. No matter how old he got, he always resorted to childlike tactics when jealous. He looked at you grumpily and disapprovingly because of you making fun of his jealousy. “Jungkook! That’s your hyung! Don’t be rude.”

“He tried flirting with you first!”

You chuckled lightly before kissing him on the nose. “You’re so adorable when you’re jealous.” You remarked simply as you snuggled closer to him and placed another kiss on his neck. “Don’t worry. I only love you. No amount of dad jokes and food in the world could stop me from doing so.”

His jealousy immediately faded away and he melted into your embrace. “I love you too.” He whispered and his heart fluttered and his face scrunched up in happiness. Maybe his jealousy got out of hand sometimes but you always turned it around and made something good come out of it.

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A/N: Forgive me for this. I’m really not too proud of it and I know that it’s a different style from a lot of my reactions/scenarios but I hope it’s not too bad??  🤞 🤞

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Red Hood And The Outlaws: Loyalty (Chapter 10)

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Chapter 10 : Late Night Interrogation

From the tops of the highest buildings, one could picture Gotham City as a good place to live in. No sound except the whistling of the wind blowing softly. Yes from up there, Gotham could pass for the East Coast gem city with her beautiful shining lights which brighten the night sky like thousands stars. But when you look more closely, when you get down on the streets, you realise that the view is merely an illusion, a masquerade, something to cover up the truth, that the city is broken, soiled by criminality and that the light has stop shining a while ago. You don’t live happily ever after in Gotham City, you suffer and die in tremendous pain.

This is something Jason Todd has always known. But still, he stays, watching the people from up here, and he dares to dream of the day his beloved city would gain back her glory just like he used to do when he was a teenager hidden among the gargoyles, alone.

Except that tonight, he’s not alone.

“ You know I think Gotham will never stop surprising me.” Jason confessed as he took a bite in his burger. “ Yeah, I agree. It’s not everyday that I end up booby-trapped and that close to blowing up” She greedily sucked her salt-covered greasy fingers, enjoying her well-deserved meal.     “ Then you’re definitely new on the job.”                             “ No, I’ve just been away from Gotham for too long to remember how mad this city is.”           “ Where have you been then?”                 “ Here and there. Travelling the world …” She stole him a fry as she talked but Jason didn’t complain. After all, he cared little about the food. He only wanted her to confess more things about herself and he had thought that some late night unhealthy takeout would help by not making this conversation too interrogation-y.               “ On the run?”   “ On an adventure.” She corrected him with a smile ���Never gave the CIA, the FBI, Mi-5 or Interpol the means to track me down”. “ What about the GCPD?” She frowned and immediately put down her burger back in its packing as she was about to take another bite. “Neither … But by all means, Redbird, keep asking your questions and I’ll keep pretending not to see where this is going.”

Jason sighed when he realised how vexed and annoyed she was. “Listen [Y/N], I just want to know what Batman meant when he said he’ll send you back “where you should have stayed”?” She got immediately to her feet with a sigh.           “ Of course you do ... How naïve of me to think we could just have some nice burgers and fries after a long night of hard work”         “ You don’t answer my question.” He stood up as well but when he felt the anger growing in her voice he decided to do his best to remain calm and still in order not to make her feel oppressed and to give her some space. “ Why would I? You haven’t told me anything about you, not even your name, so why would I tell you a damn thing about my past?” He didn’t reply but he could definitely understand her point of view. “Trust goes both ways, Red. And since you’re not willing to give me yours …”           He narrowed the space between them, pointing at her with a threatening finger. “Hey! I put my fucking life between your hands tonight and look where it almost led us!” Too angry Jason, too angry, calm down. But that was the thing with Jason Todd. He was not known for his ability to keep his cool. On the contrary, a simple irritation or a false accusation was enough to make him boil over in a snap. The result of years of living on his own in the streets certainly. And he had always been conscious of that, even back in the days he was still Robin. Batman had pointed out his anger issues to him and had tried to help him control his temper, in vain. Apparently, you can take the kid out of Crime Alley but not the other way around.  

“ Oh come on, don’t lecture me, Redbird. How many times do I have to say I’m sorry?”             “ You didn’t say you were sorry” He snarkily declared.                 “ That doesn’t mean I didn’t mean it … Wow, that’s a lot of “mean” in the same sentence” “ Can’t you be serious for a minute, for fuck’s sake?”   “ No, I can’t because someone needs to cheer up the mood a little bit since you’re too focused on being Batman’s little flunkey!” The rebuke stung a bit. Yes he was playing by Batman’s rules but he hated it and it sure as hell wasn’t making him Bruce’s puppet.               “ By all means, say it louder!” He yelled at her with some wild gesture.           “ We’re on a rooftop in the middle of the night. No one can hear us. And even if somebody could, what would it change? I’m sure you’ve already given yourself away with Black Mask… Robin.”

Jason’s blue eyes immediately widened, and he stared at her confused and rattled. “ How long have you known?”                 She always knew. Bronze Tiger had told her so much about that outlaw who had defeated the Demon’s head. And after seeing him in action tonight, she even began to put two and two together concerning few suspicions she had. But she couldn’t tell him that so she did what she was assigned to. She lied.         “ Not long and it didn’t take a genius to figure it out. Seeing you fight was more than enough to guess it. You still make the same old Robin moves you used to make in the past.”           “ How would you know my Robin moves?”         “ Because I saw them. Plus, does Batman organize a casting or post a classified ad on the Gotham Gazette? Because seriously, you Robins all look the same!” She cleared her voice taking a male low tone “ Looking for a dark haired blue eyed little boy willing to risk his life every night and ready to be arrested by the fashion police at any moment for wearing green shorts that are way too tiny and pixie boots … oh and who would agree to be called after a stupid bird””

Jason gritted his teeth with a frown, trying to put up with the mockery though the part about the tiny short and the pixie boots was rather correct. “Well if you knew more about the Robins, then you would know that we aren’t alike, at all. The first one is a fucking Mr Perfect, the epitome of the Boy Wonder, the last one an arrogant brat full of himself and the only reason why I will not criticize the third one is because I want him to stay in peace wherever he is now” (see Detective Comics Rebirth #940).         “And you are the Bat’s lapdog.” She weighed him up “Admit it, those guns are just for show! You fancy yourself an independent vigilante, an outlaw, but what have you done except following the crazy law-and-order shit of an old enlightened man?”   “ You don’t know who I am!” He snarled, his body towering her in an impressive way and his menacing eyes full of anger looking deeply into hers that were rather defying.                   “ That’s exactly my point!” She replied reproachfully with a sigh before looking away from Jason, annoyed. He did the same.

Calm was suddenly back on the rooftop but both could feel the adrenaline still rushing down their veins as they were both still heated by this argument.               “ This team up thing was a stupid idea.” She spat not willing to look at him   “ Yeah it definitely was.” But he dared to look at her. Her face was all flushed and she was still sporting this frown, the same one a pouting child would have on his face after a tantrum but somehow Jason found this quite cute on her, sexy even.               When she felt his stare on her, she glanced at him. “What? Why are looking at me like that?”

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Bipolar Disorder Wears Many Faces, and So Do I [MF]

I have Bipolar 1. There, I said it. It’s not something I usually talk about very much. I’m private about it because it’s something I really struggle with, and sometimes, I’m even embarrassed about it. Especially the times that I’m manic. But I’m not always manic- in fact, Bipolar has many different faces. For those of you who don’t know, there are three basic states you can be in when you have Bipolar 1: depressed, stable, or manic. Technically you can be hypomanic, too, which is a state of near-mania that is usually characterized by Bipolar 2, but the condition wears the same face as mania. Two of the states- mania and depression- are bad for different reasons. With mania comes irresponsible, life-changing decisions and high impulsivity. Mania is toxic to the brain and can cause someone to ruin their own life, but while you’re manic, you feel like you’re on top of the world. Depression brings with it suicidal ideations, feelings of hopelessness, and a deep despair that eats into the soul.

It was the end of April. I had had a rough go of it recently due to my manic episode in September and my subsequent depression in the following months. I had been absolutely crippled by this depression largely because of my mania. I had done so many things I was ashamed of, made so many decisions I regretted, but at the time I had been so happy and carefree. The months after that were spent picking up the pieces of the destruction I had left in my wake.

Now, though, it was almost summer. My summer classes would begin soon and I had work at the funeral home to keep me busy. I had more structure in my life, and things finally started to feel…better. I had recently moved, partly to get away from the ruin I’d left behind, partly for mortuary school. But mostly to get away. I was in a new place, on my own (except for my faithful pug), with a new career path and no friends or family in the area. I felt conflicted because part of me was lonely and nervous- this was the most “adult” I’d ever had to be- but the rest of me was so excited to begin a new life. This, coupled with a new therapist who finally got me on the right medication, helped me level out. I was actually able to experience joy again, this time without being destructive. I could finally put on my Stable Face.

I probably should have mentioned this, but when I said that Bipolar has many faces, I meant that literally. At least, in my case. I have three faces I can wear, but they will only look natural if my mood matches the face. For example, if I’m depressed and I try to wear my Stable Face, the flesh will be askew and the skin won’t line up like an ordinary human face. Think of the cockroach alien flesh suit from ‘Men in Black.’ Yeah, not so pretty. But you know what? Bipolar isn’t pretty either.

When I’m not using them, I keep my faces in a jar by the door. The little window lets in the perfect amount of sunlight for my faces to get their proper amount of vitamin D without having to actually set them outside. I’m sure the neighbors wouldn’t be pleased about that anyway. My Depressive and Manic Faces floated flaccidly in a mixture of formaldehyde and other preservatives that I managed to sneak home from work. Every year, I would change out the mixture and clean the jar.

Tongs in hand, I dangled my Stable Face over the kitchen sink and began to rinse off the chemicals. I made sure to scrub inside and out, especially around the holes for my eyes and inside the nose, because formaldehyde always makes my eyes and nostrils burn. Then, I gently patted it dry with a clean towel and ran my fingers across the loose skin. The brow was not furrowed like the Depressive Face I’d been wearing for so long, and the eye holes weren’t wide and wild like my Manic Face. No, this face was relaxed and at peace. It also wore the slightest hint of a smile, its lips turned up at the edges.

I brushed my hair back up into a bun and began to apply my Stable Face. For the first time in forever, it fit perfectly. I gently pasted down the edges to cover the exposed flesh and muscle tissue beneath the skin, then I looked in the mirror and flashed myself a smile. It actually looked genuine, and I could practically feel the endorphins rushing through my body. I added a little makeup, and voila! The perfect face. I looked at my reflection and felt confident and beautiful.

I was still admiring myself when I heard a noise. I was in the bathroom, so I didn’t hear the initial click of the jimmied lock, but I did hear the slight creak of the un-oiled hinge on my front door. My ears pricked up, and I heard my pug begin to growl from the entryway. Suddenly, she yelped and bolted into the bathroom with me. I scooped her up and closed the bathroom door with my back against it, heart beginning to race. Someone was in my apartment. I held my breath and tried to keep my dog as quiet as possible. The intruder was rifling through my things, looking for valuables. I cursed myself as I remembered that I’d left my purse right out in the open.

After a few minutes passed that seemed more like hours, I finally heard the door shut. I expelled my breath in a heaving sigh and placed my dog back on the ground. She had stopped whining, so that probably meant she couldn’t smell the intruder in the apartment anymore. I peeked around the edge of the bathroom door and into the front room. There was no one. I relaxed a little, stepping out of the bathroom and into the front room to check my purse.

Oddly enough, nothing had been stolen out of my wallet. The whole purse was untouched. I furrowed my brow and then had to reposition my forehead to undo it. I went to the front door and, sure enough, the lock had been picked. Shaking my head, I looked down at the small table to my right. On top of it sat my bowl of keys, and on the shelf beneath sat my jar of faces.

I mean…face. There was only one. Panicking, I picked up the glass jar and examined it from all sides. Still, there remained only one. My Depressive Face. Someone-the intruder- had stolen my Manic Face, the most dangerous of all my faces. With that face, some serious, serious damage can be done. Now, I’d never had anyone steal my faces before, so I wasn’t sure how this would all play out. Would my face fit on someone else? What would happen if they weren’t manic? How the hell was I going to get it back?

I thought hard about who could have possibly wanted to do this to me? The only people in the world that knew about my faces were me and my parents. I racked my brain for any enemies I might have made recently, thinking that maybe someone had come for revenge and instead found something so bizarre they had to take it. But they didn’t take both- just the one. Why? And how did they find out? I was on the verge of frustrated tears.

I’d had no visitors for weeks, maybe even months because of the depression I had just gotten out of. And I worried that with the extra fear I was now carrying I might need to slip my Depressive Face back on. I went to the mirror and adjusted my skin. It looked okay. Not perfect, but good enough to pass as a normal woman. I thought about calling the police about the break-in, but what would I tell them about what the intruder stole? I imagined a cop showing up at my house, leaning back with his hands in his pockets and examining my door.

“Yup, that lock’s been picked alright. Ain’t much we can do about it since they didn’t steal anything, just get your locks changed,” said the imaginary policeman. I huffed and called a locksmith, then I took my pug and left the apartment to go to the park. I just needed to get out of there for a bit, every second I was in there I felt like I was being watched. I made sure I hid my extra face. Once we were at the park, I read and my dog played, and for a moment, everything was forgotten.

That changed when I got back home. It was late in the evening by that time, and I was exhausted from the sun exposure and emotional trauma of the day. I’d just bid the locksmith goodbye as he finished up. I didn’t feel like cooking, so I ordered a pie from Papa’s Pizza for takeout rather than delivery. I’d gotten delivery from there the whole time I was depressed, and I was ready to get off my ass and out of the house, even if I wasn’t fully up to cooking my own food yet. What better way to relax than eating comfort food?

I kissed my dog on her forehead the way I always do before I leave the house, even if it’s just for a short while. I triple-checked that the new lock was secured before leaving to pick up my food. Then, I hopped in my car and put on some Zeppelin. I lost myself in the music and drove to the restaurant under a cloudy, darkening sky. When I arrived, I sat in the parking lot so that the song I was listening to could finish, then I got out and slammed the door behind me. My feet crunched on the gravel as I swung open the glass door and entered the establishment. I strolled up to the bored-looking middle-aged man at the register and gave him my name. He looked up at me.

“So you’re the special customer Katy was talking about. She loved your tips, man. Shame she was fired,” he said, and reached around to grab my pizza. Gears turned in my head.

“Fifteen, even.” Katy. Katy…that was the name that always popped up on my delivery app. She was the girl who had been consistently delivering me pizzas for months now- the only person that could have peeked inside my apartment and seen my faces. It had to be her.

“Wait, why was she fired?” I asked slowly, reaching into my purse to fish for my wallet. He shrugged.

“Started acting fuckin’ crazy. Kept saying her face was falling off, or something.” I bit my lip and nodded, trying to keep a straight face, no pun intended. I handed him the cash.

“Right, right. Did she say where she was going, by any chance?” He shrugged again.

“Just home, I guess. Said she didn’t need a job anymore anyway because she just became a millionaire.” I sighed. Classic mania. It all hit too close to home.

“Alright,” I said as he gave me change for the twenty, “Where is ‘home,’ then?” The man snorted.

“How should I know? I don’t look at employee records.”

“Well, could you show them to me?” He rolled his eyes.

“Ma’am…” he started.

“I’m gonna stop you right there. First of all, I am way too young to be a ‘ma’am.’ Second, you’re gonna show me that record,” I said, acting more confident than I actually felt. This time, he actually laughed. It was more like a hee-haw.

“Or what?” I hesitated for a second, then I had an idea. Tearing at the delicate glue that I’d used to paste my face to my head, I ripped off my Stable Face and showed him the raw, pulsating, muscular, exposed, gruesome tissues beneath. Immediately, a wet spot started to form in his jeans.

“Rah!” I screamed at him, lunging forward menacingly. Then, he passed out. I admit I had to stifle a giggle as I rearranged my face to the best of my ability. I’d never shown that to anyone except my parents.

Focus, I told myself. I walked behind the counter and wandered into the back of the store. The office was the first door on my right down the hallway that led from the kitchen. I approached the file cabinet and opened the top drawer. ‘Financial Statements,’ it read. I closed it. In the second drawer, I found what I was looking for. ‘Employee Records.’ I found Katy’s resume in the ‘Shred’ folder. Her address was listed right at the top. Perfect, now I knew where I needed to go.

I left the pizza parlor after repositioning the unconscious man so that he wouldn’t wake up with a kink in his neck. Then, I took my pizza and headed straight to Katy’s, eating in the car along the way. When I got there, there was only one car in the driveway. I hoped she lived alone.

I knocked on the door, softly at first, but then louder after there was no answer to the first knock. A light flicked on in the doorway and I heard footsteps approach. Slowly, the door opened, but only just a crack.

“What is it? What do you want?” said a gruff female voice.

“Katy? It’s me, Isabelle, your best customer. I think you have something of mine?” I heard her gasp on the other side of the door. She paused to consider her next move, then sighed and opened the door fully. It was me. I mean, she was me. It was like looking in a mirror, except the body was different. She had my face, and it was a face I was oh, so familiar with. Wild-eyed and not quite lucid, but damn, it fit her perfectly.

“You can come in. Sit over there on that old couch, I’m tossing it tomorrow and buying all new furniture for this place.” I didn’t sit.

“Katy, I know you must have a lot going on, but I need my face back,” I said patiently.

“Well yeah, this is the busiest I’ve ever been in my life, so I’ll make this quick. Look, it’s not like I wanted to steal your face. I actually never even noticed the jar on your shelf until my own face started to peel off one day. And then I robbed you, and everything changed! Oh, my life is just perfect now! I’m gonna sell the house and buy a big van, you know? Like, the old-fashioned Volkswagen buses? And I’m gonna travel across the country and live off of the land. I’ll be blogging and taking photos the whole time if you want to follow my adventures- after all, it will be your face that makes me famous. Tell you what, we can even split the profits!” She spoke with such genuine zeal and excitement, I couldn’t bear to be the one to tell her that she was just delusional, that it didn’t make sense to buy new furniture for a house she that was planning to sell, that her life didn’t change at all- she did. And now she was about to destroy herself without help.

“Katy, listen to me,” I said, formulating a plan in my mind, “I’m gonna make you a promise, okay? If you give me back my face, your life is going to get so much better. And I can take you to a place full of people who will recognize all of your faces, and just how beautiful each of them are. But they have to be your own.” She blinked at me, skeptical. I continued.

“Look, bring me your face, the one that fell off.” She shrugged and went to fetch it. When she brought it out and I looked at it, I felt a pang of sympathy. She was so beautiful, yet she couldn’t accept herself. Her flesh had rejected itself. I gently took the face in my hands. It had only been a day, so the fact that she hadn’t preserved it in formaldehyde wasn’t that big of a deal. I would have to tell her about that trick, though.

“Now, can you do something for me? It’s not going to be easy, but I need you to trust me, because I’ve stood in your shoes before. I need you to give me back my face, and then you need to face yourself. We’re going to patch you up as best as we can, and then we’re going to go on the most important adventure of your life.” Katy nodded and bit her- my- lip. We went into the bathroom together and I helped her by getting my long fingernails under the edge of the skin to peel off the rest of the face. Once it was off, I sighed with relief, then I folded it up and slipped it into my purse.

“Okay. This isn’t going to be perfect, but we’re gonna do our best,” I said. After a half hour of glue and two hours of makeup, she looked reasonable enough to pass as a slightly-deformed woman. By the time I got her to the hospital, I knew that she would be in capable hands and that her face would readjust alongside with her medications over time. The medical staff would probably be baffled. I think she realized what was happening on the car ride over, but she didn’t try to fight me. Deep down, she knew that something was wrong and that she needed all the help she could get. I let her eat the rest of my cold pizza.

Once they were ready to take her back, we exchanged a hug and waved goodbye. I slipped her a small piece of paper with my phone number on it.

“Sometimes it gets lonely in there, so… Just call anytime.” She smiled genuinely at me as a tear rolled down her own cheek.

“Thanks, Isabelle. Things are going to change again, aren’t they?” Her voice cracked.

“Yeah, they’re gonna change. But remember when I said that this is the most important adventure of your life. It might be grueling, and sometimes you might even hate it. But it’s a path you’ve gotta take.” Katy nodded.

“The most important adventure of my life,” she echoed thoughtfully. I gave her hand one last squeeze before they took her away. I knew we would keep in touch.

It’s been a year since Katy stole my face, but in that time, she’s managed to build faces of her own, and I’m proud to say that she’s been wearing her Stable Face consistently for 9 months now. I’ve still got mine on, too. We’ve still got a long way to go, but now, we get to be our best selves, and we’re doing it together. I can’t wait to see what face she’ll be wearing when I pull out the engagement ring tonight.

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