#redbeetle

popular media tropes that best describe them ??

Baby girl I have crackships a crystal ball couldn’t see coming—

But yeah!!

Chaotic golden retriever/feral black cat

“Oh god we really shouldn’t do this” (worried) + “We REALLY shouldn’t do this” (mischievous)

Jason thinking he has to maintain a bad boy attitude to keep Jaime interested + Jaime who thinks Jason yapping about Tolkien’s “love letter to nature” and collecting bookmarks is beauty personified.

Malewife cool boyfriend/mansplaining girlboss

“Fell first” (Jaime) + “Fell harder” (Jason)

Battle Boyfriends

Opposites Attract

“ Looks like a cinnamon roll but could actually kill you” + “Looks like they could kill you and could actually kill you”

“Sunshine with teeth” + “Soft Thunder”

He sloshed around the dark heavy liquid in the chipped mug he was provided. “Coffee”, right. With a wince he took a swig to try and settle his nerves and forced himself to swallow around the gritty bitterness. Bleugh, at least it was cheap…but wow it was bad.

Jaime wanted to believe that little cheap rundown shops hide all the best food. Where everything is made with passion and love rather than expensive ingredients. But, Gotham loved to prove him wrong. Sometimes a place just sucked. He still wanted to avoid looking disgusted by the coffee, the barista was giving him a nasty stink eye. He got the feeling she’d be watching him drink until the very last drop. He did his best not to shudder.

He jumped as a hooded figure slumped down into the rickety chair across from him. The stranger knocked their hood back immediately and leaned forward to put their elbows on the table. “Let’s see it,” they demanded with a gravelly voice.

With their hood down Jaime could see their short cropped hair, mostly black with a shock of white clumped to the front. Their face was handsome, a firm jaw and sharp eyebrows. Their features interrupted by purpling bruises, a slightly crooked nose, and a healing split lip. The stranger raised an expectant eyebrow and Jaime realized he’d been staring. “Oh! Uh, sorry. Uh, can I…help you?”

The stranger squinted at him—and wow those eyes were green—before clicking his tongue. “You’re Jaime Reyes, aren’t you? With the ethics essay?”

“Yes!” He set down his coffee cup and turned to dig through his bag for his laptop. “And…that’d make you…?”

“John,” came the answer immediately, “John Doe.”

Jaime chuckled on reflex as he set down his computer and opened it up. John didn’t laugh. “Oh,” Jaime cleared his throat, “you’re serious?”

YES I HAVE BEEN HOLDING ONTO THEM EVER SINCE I STARTED MY JASON/JAIME FIC THIS'LL BE LONG SO ITS UNDER THE CUT

As any normal human, I, too, would destroy myself for brown eyes.

With this occasion, I’m gonna speak a bit on how good Wayne men would be to their partner (canon aside for some, I think Tim’s applies.)

First of all, Bruce grew up surrounded by a patterned love language. He watched his great-grandmother cut her husband’s steak when his hands shook too much.

He watched Thomas simply slap his credit card on everything Martha deemed valuable (charities and humanitarian work included) and decided acts of service must be a Wayne tradition.

Bruce who anonymously pays the fees and rates for Clark’s farm, making sure they’re supplied with the best equipment and agricultural supplies, alimentary products, etc.

Dick who makes SURE Kory has a credit card on her at all times. It’s very cute that she carries a silk pouch with crystals, but, no, babe, you can’t pay for Silky’s SPA treatments with those.

So Jason unconsciously follows. Thought there’s an emotional and valuable aspect of it. Jaime doesn’t need a whole lot, — he does hunger for more, thought. Thought there’s belief in him Jason wants to undo, the same way he had to be.

“I kinda want this, but I don’t need it. Like, it’s not really practical.”

“Would it make you happy?”

“Of course it would.”

“That’s its purpose, then. How much?”

“Jason, I couldn’t —“