#it’s just Jason forgetting how to breathe for a second. you know as one does

[shortnotsweet]

[ “PATIENCE” ]:

Give me one more sigh to the top of the mountain—baby, roll those eyes to the top of the mountain. Close your eyes, be patient, it's coming! All my dreams have been weighing me down, like an anchor to my bed.

— BAD SUNS

It’s only a second—a split second—but in that moment Jason wonders who has dreamt up Nico Di Angelo before.

It’s not strange for godly children to be granted prophetic visions, or omniscient images from a greater force not buoyed by themselves—Fate, a god, the recesses of their own trauma, what have you. But—no. Jason wonders who else has dreamt of Nico, not as a distant figure blotted out in the plotted landscape of some prospective quest, or as an omen of all things foreboding and unknown, but really dreamt. A real dream.

The Nico in front of him—for this split second, mind you, and isn’t this second stretching longer than any second before—has his face upturned to the wind, and his eyes closed to the sound below them. The city sprawl, honking and screaming and polluting the air with its babble. Jason can barely hear it now, can only observe with a sudden micro-awareness the thinness of his fingers and the delicate bones of his wrist as he extends them. The skull ring glints there, the darkness of the band cutting into the pale of his skin like a shadow cast, and Jason remembers, dumbly, Oh, yeah. Summoning the dead. There’s a lot of that in Chicago.

Jason doesn’t care about scrape of skeleton bones clawing themselves out of asphalt or the lingering of unresolved souls. Instead, it’s the feathering of Nico’s lashes against his own cheek, the downward slope of his mouth, sharp jut of his jaw belaying a quiet softness to his face that was easy to miss. For someone as unsubtle as Nico, it seems that it’s easy for a lot of people to miss crucial things such as this. By the time Jason had started noticing, he just couldn’t stop.

Nico exists, sometimes, as if he is not entirely of this world. It’s not a stretch for some godly children, a child of Death especially, but with Nico it has become increasingly more evident in the little moments, the subtle gestures. Maybe it’s Jason’s own godly genes—he can almost feel the texture of the wind against Nico’s skin as it kisses his cheek, the inhale of air—or maybe it’s just Jason. Freakishly detail oriented Jason, who stares at his ceiling at night, awake, but doesn’t dare toss and turn, who pours over blueprints and Lego models in his spare time and fixates on this kind of thing.

That’s the kind of thing Jason sees in his dreams, the image that flickers under his eyelids between memories of a life half lost to him and a visage of what comes next.

[fromdove]

“i told you not to wait up,” jason says, voice low, rough, ruined from yelling or running or both. he's peeling his jacket off one shoulder, the kevlar sticking where the blood’s dried tacky and brown, and you’re already crossing the room to him with a frown and a half-empty bottle of peroxide.

“yeah?” you say. “and i told you not to get stabbed again. guess we’re both bad at listening.”

his mouth twitches like he wants to laugh. doesn’t. his whole body sways like the adrenaline’s leaking out of him, and now there’s nothing holding him upright but pure spite and habit.

you grab his wrist. gently. “sit down.”

“doll, i’m fine—”

“sit. down.”

he does. mostly because you said it like that. partly because he’s tired. mostly because you’re touching him again.

the cut on his side is shallow but ugly, right under the ribs, still leaking a little. the sight of it makes your stomach twist, like maybe if you’d called him one minute earlier, if you’d kept him talking, if you’d just begged a little harder— whatever. you’re not crying. you’re not.

“what happened?” you ask, even though you probably don’t want to know.

he shrugs, flinches. “guy had a knife. i had bad reflexes.”

“your reflexes are never bad.”

he looks at you. for a second. and then away.

you clean the cut. you don’t say anything about how he hisses through his teeth. or how his jaw tightens like he’s trying to pretend he doesn’t feel you, doesn’t care that you’re here, doesn’t want to grab you by the wrist and kiss you so hard he forgets how to breathe.

“you could’ve called for backup,” you say. softly. the gauze sticks a little. you don’t apologize.

“i didn’t want anyone getting hurt.”

“and you getting hurt is fine?”

“i’m used to it.”

that does something awful to your chest. you press harder than you mean to. he doesn’t say anything. just watches you with those stupid storm-cloud eyes like he’s sorry but also not sorry at all.

“idiot,” you mutter. not looking at him.

“you love it,” he says, smirking with blood on his teeth.

you glare. “you’re literally bleeding out and you still manage to flirt.”

“i’m multitasking.”

you hate him. you love him. you hate that you love him. you love that he’s here, still, bruised and reckless and real and breathing.

you lean in before you can stop yourself. just enough to rest your forehead against his. his skin is hot. he smells like smoke and metal and something that might be yours.

“please don’t die,” you whisper.

he doesn’t say anything.

but his hand finds yours. bruised knuckles and all. squeezes once.

“i wasn’t planning on it,” he says.

[dollishmehrayan]

# “THE WOMAN WAS TOO STUNNED TO SPEAK…” ── .✦ ( batboys w an unhinged!reader and blunt!reader )

a/n: this is from my little brain of mine , and I like to honor it for @kyriakis anywhoo I’m back and omg 1k?! Alsoo guys dw! I’m gonna do the event tomorrow && I’m gonna pick out some prompts I have organized, so i didn't forget okay but i just got a lot of DMs asking when I’m gonna do it for you guyss so yeah it’s gonna be tomorrow since I’m gonna re-edit + add some ideas of your guys votes!! Tags: (batboys x unhinged!reader)

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DICK GRAYSON ── .✦

He’s always caught off guard but loves it. Your bluntness is a breath of fresh air for Dick, who’s so used to diplomatic conversations. You say whatever’s on your mind with zero filter, and he’s like, “Oh, wow. Okay. I respect it.”

Hates it when you don’t hold back with him. He’s used to being the charming, funny guy who makes everyone laugh, but you hit him with a “That was dumb, don’t do that again” and his brain short circuits for a second. “You can’t just say that!” “Why not?”

Finds it hilarious when you wreck other people’s egos. You have zero time for anyone’s nonsense, and when someone messes up, you let them know. Dick’s in the background, trying not to laugh. “Do you not think before you speak?!…” He’s always acts so shocked but hey, he’s kinda enjoying it unless it’s aimed at him. (He can’t fight verbally for the life of him without saying some cringe shit)

Doesn’t even try to change you. Dick knows what he’s getting into, and he loves you for it. He’s never going to ask you to ‘tone it down.’ He actually finds your unapologetic attitude pretty hot.

He’s 50% worried you’ll get into trouble, 50% impressed. But in the end, he’ll always back you up, saying, “She’s just honest. Get used to it.”

JASON TODD ── .✦

Finally, someone who speaks his language. Jason lives for the fact that you don’t care what people think. He loves how blunt you are, especially when you cut through the BS with the precision of a sharp knife.

Gets protective when people try to push your boundaries. If someone dares disrespect you, Jason’s the first one to step in. “You’ve got a problem with her? You’ve got a problem with me.”, “Jason that was so fucking cringey..”

Appreciates that you don't sugarcoat things for him. You’ll tell him exactly how it is, whether it’s about his attitude or a bad decision he made, and he respects it, it’s like the tt sound where “that’s when it hit me, it was the best idea I ever had..” but like this: “Not gonna lie, that was a terrible plan, Jay,” and he’ll just nod. “Fair.”

You guys have the most chaotic, weirdest conversations. It’s a mix of witty banter, ridiculous one-liners, and deadpan sarcasm. Other people can’t even keep up with the energy.

The idea of dating a ‘good girl’ never appealed to him anyway. He thrives off your unhinged energy. You’re unpredictable, and it keeps him on his toes, which he loves. “Yeah, you’re definitely not boring.” (Although the thing is he does love innocent people, like if you’re like gen clueless he wants preserve your innocence.)

TIM DRAKE ── .✦

Tim’s brain can’t keep up with you. Your blunt, no-nonsense attitude constantly makes him blink in confusion. One minute you’re casually roasting someone, and the next, you’re giving a straight-up critique of his latest plan. He’s learning that he can’t outthink you.

He admires your unapologetic honesty. Tim has a lot of internalized doubts, so watching you casually reject anyone’s judgment is a nice contrast. You don’t apologize for your thoughts, and it’s something he secretly admires.

Constantly second-guesses himself around you. Your sharp tongue makes him want to be as confident as you. He gets nervous about saying anything that might sound soft, so when he stumbles, you’re like, “What was that? I swear you just whispered something.” And he’ll blush hard, muttering an apology.

You both have a sarcastic sense of humor that others don’t quite get. You say something outrageous, and Tim will respond with the driest remark possible. People in the room often wonder if you two are joking or just genuinely a bit rude.

Not scared to call him out. When Tim’s too nice, you’ll be like, “You need to stop letting people walk all over you. Grow some teeth.” Tim won’t admit it, but that does motivate him to be a little bolder.

DAMIAN WAYNE ── .✦

Damian is a bit taken aback at first. He’s used to people being respectful or like seeing him as kinda a role model, so when you come out with a “That’s dumb, don’t even talk to me right now,” he’s not sure how to handle it. He will stand there, blinking, while processing your bluntness. (He’s too stunned to speak 😞)

Genuinely respects your forthrightness, though. “I’ll admit, I have never met someone so… honest.” He starts respecting you even more, thinking you’re someone he can’t manipulate or charm easily.

Loves that you’re as stubborn as he is. If you’re determined about something, there’s no changing your mind. You’ll fight for your opinions even if it gets you into a heated debate. And Damian’s right there with you, arguing like it’s the most fun thing in the world.

Tries to match your bluntness. “You talk too much,” he says one day, and you immediately reply, “And yet, here you are, listening to every word I say.” Damian actually pauses for a second, impressed. “Right..”

Loves how you’ll shut down his critics with zero hesitation. Someone says something disrespectful to him, and you’ll be the first to shoot back, “He doesn’t need your advice, trust me.” He’ll give you a proud little smirk. “I like the way you handle things.”

BRUCE WAYNE ── .✦

At first, Bruce is a bit disconcerted by your bluntness. Bruce’s the kind of guy who expects people to be formal and classy, and you just come in with “This entire meeting is a waste of my time. I don’t care about any of this.” He blinks, then quietly admires your bravery.

Totally respects your unfiltered honesty. Bruce has had enough of the world’s games, so when you don’t bother to pretend or hold anything back, it’s like a breath of fresh air for him.

Secretly loves when you don’t play nice." He knows you're not afraid of saying what you think, and when you call him out on his brooding or overly protective behavior, he listens. “You’re right. I’m sorry for not trusting you more.” (He totally doesn’t have a tracker on your hair clip..🥰)

You both have moments of pure savage honesty that no one else gets. There’s no need for filters, and you’ll both exchange one-liners so dry that it leaves everyone else in the room confused.

Finds it endearing when you make his plans more interesting. “This is ridiculous. Why are we doing this again?” You snap at him in a room full of his board members, and he just gives you a look that says, “I’m never apologizing for you.”

[kitkatscabinet]

MID DAY MADNESS

pairing: platonic batfam x batsis, kyle rayner x batsis! reader

summary: Turns out you are worth the burden of putting up with your family, you're so worth it he'll even put a ring on it.

word count: 2k

a/n: part 2 of early morning meetings but can be read standalone

Cassandra’s stare is heavy on your back as you pace, but you don’t dare to turn and meet her gaze head-on; you can’t handle the judgment or the pity.

What if you tripped? What if you ugly cried and it ruined all the photos? What if Bruce makes that constipated face during the vows again, like he did at Tim’s graduation? What if you forget your vows, or you stutter? What if you forgot how to breathe?

You grab the vanity for balance and take a deep breath, but it doesn’t help. Your lungs feel empty, the soft material of the dress you’d fallen in love with suddenly clinging to you like a vice. The exorbitantly expensive heels have long since been kicked off, even as Babs tries to coax them back on your feet as Steph finishes pinning your veil in place. 

Your heart is pounding like a drumbeat in your chest, and every minute sound feels as loud as a gunshot. The mirror displays a goddess, radiant and elegant. But you don’t feel like her. Not right now.

“You're not panicking,” you whisper to yourself, trying to manifest some sort of mind over matter response. “You’re not panicking. You’ve fought assassins. You’ve faced alien invasions. You’ve dealt with Damian. You’ve—”

“Oh wow, she is really freaking out.” Steph murmurs to Cass, which you barely hear over your mad ramblings. 

“This is insane,” you mutter to no one. “I can’t do this. This is insane. God, what if I throw up? That would be poetic. Gotham’s sweetheart and a Wayne at that, vomiting on the groom before saying I do. Great headline, excellent optics.”

Cassandra interrupts by taking your hands in hers, forcing your attention on her. “You're okay,” she signs "You're just in your head.”

“But what if—”

It’s Barbara’s turn to interrupt your spiral next. “Then you breathe. And you keep going.”

Her voice is far away. Distant. As if someone pressed cotton into your ears. 

You love him. You love Kyle more than anything. He’s waiting for you. He’s probably grinning like an idiot, fixing his tie wrong, because he always does. Because he wants to look good for you. Because he loves you too.

The door bursts open without warning, ricocheting off the wall with a bang. You’re so keyed up on nerves that you let out a screech, nearly throwing your bouquet at Dick’s face. 

“YOU’RE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE IN HERE!” Barbara shrieks from the corner, but it’s too late. Dick, Jason, and Tim fall into the room like a chaotic hurricane.

Jason has two champagne flutes in one hand, fending off Tim’s fussing with his other as the younger boy attempts to fix Jason’s tie. The two squabbling loudly, Tim looking as if he’s about to sit on Jason just to get his way. Dick is… well, he looks more liable to burst into tears than you do. 

Dick’s crossing the room with a sniffle, looking like he wants to cup your face but knows better than to ruin your makeup. “You’re so beautiful.” He gasps, voice wobbling, “Kyle’s the luckiest man in the galaxy. He’s definitely gonna pass out when he sees you, little bat.”

Tim snorts. “I give him ten seconds. Tops.” But you’re too keyed up to find any humour in the situation. 

“Damn. You look like you’re about to be sick,” Jason comments, handing you one of the champagne glasses before Dick punches him in the arm. 

“I am going to be sick.” You collapse into the nearest chair.

“Relax,” Tim says. “It’s Kyle. He’d literally marry you in a dive bar if he could.”

“Yeah, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him.” Jason pauses, “Or you could just take off, Bat plane’s fueled up.” The hope in his voice lets you know exactly how much he's not joking.

“You are so not helping,” you hiss, trying not to laugh, because it’s either that or burst into hysterical tears, and Steph will kill you if you smudge your makeup. 

Damian steps in after them, a scowl marring his face, “sister, I attempted to stop them, but these imbeciles were intent on harassing you.”

You audibly coo then, nerves momentarily forgotten as you take in how adorable your baby brother is. “Oh, you look so handsome, Dami.” (You suspect it’s only the fact that it's your wedding day that stops him from kicking up a fuss when you lean down to place a kiss on his forehead.)

A guilty-looking Duke pokes his head in from behind the doorframe, and you motion for him to come in with a soft smile, pulling him into your side for a hug.

“You look really pretty.” He hugs you back before pulling away, studying your face with a look of concern. “Are you ok?” The question is quiet, a private conversation just for you, as the rest of your siblings squabble in the background. Affection swells in your being, momentarily overcoming your nerves.

“Just… nerves. Everyone will be staring; it’s just a lot. And what if I trip? Or say something stupid? Or I ugly cry so hard I throw up?” As the what-if scenarios spiral out of control again, so too does your anxiety. 

“Hey, hey, hey, breathe,” Dick steps forward, taking your hands in his. “Deep breaths. C’mon, do it with me.” You glare at him, thoroughly unimpressed with the patronising tone. “Come on,” he urges again, over-enunciating like you’re five. “In through the nose… out through the mouth…”

“I hate you.”

“That’s fair,” he says. “But breathe anyway.” You do. Slowly. “You’re just nervous because, for once, it’s not a mission,” he says, gently now. “It’s not a rescue. It’s not a strategy. This is for you. You deserve this. Kyle loves you more than anything in the world.”

“I know, he’s the only thing I’m not nervous about.” You admit, “Everyone’s expecting something perfect. It’s like I’m supposed to be a fairytale princess and a Wayne but also myself—”

“You don’t have to be anything but you,” Damian scoffs. “That’s who Rayner fell in love with. That’s who we all love. You’ve already won. The rest is just a show.”

“When did you get so eloquent and wise?” You reach for Damian again, his unexpected words of support nearly being the thing that finally gets the waterworks going. 

“Who are you and what have you done with the demon brat?” Tim eyes him warily, and you nearly smack him for it, but Cass beats you to it. 

Bruce appears in the doorway, knocking to gather the attention of his rowdy children. The furrow in his brow eases the second he lays eyes on you. For a few moments, he just stares at you, drinking you in. Then, in a soft, reverent voice, he says, “You look beautiful, sweetheart.”

“Dad—” you croak, lower lip wobbling dangerously as he opens his arms. You cross the room before you even realise you’re moving, hugging him tight. He’s warm and solid, a steady, comforting presence that never fails to make you feel like a little girl again. 

“Ready?” he asks as your siblings finally filter out of the room, and all you can manage is a nod. 

“You’re going to be alright,” he murmurs, his voice rough in that emotionally constipated tone. “And Kyle is one lucky son of a bitch to get to do this with you.”

You laugh a little, then nod as you take his hand. His grip is steady and grounding, just like it was when you were little and scared of the dark. Just like it always is. “Thanks, Daddy.”

His expression softens. “Always.”

“I love you,” you whisper, curling your hand into the crook of his elbow and leaning against his bicep.

“I love you too, sweetheart, and I’m so, so proud of you.” You very kindly don’t point out the way his eyes mist up a little. Until he decides to tack on quietly "even if you picked a Lantern."

“You had to ruin it.” You glared, making the normally stoic man pout. Your adult father, pouting. 

“Just making sure that you’re sure, darling. You deserve to be happy.”

“I am happy dad, Kyle makes me the happiest I’ve ever been.”

“He better keep it that way, or they’ll never find his body,” Bruce mumbled petulantly, and you can't help but giggle, feeling more loved than you ever have despite the threat on Kyle's life.

The gardens of Wayne’s manor have always been extravagant, but Stephanie and Damian have transformed them into something out of a fairytale. White chairs line the self-constructed aisle, flower petals strewn about from an enthusiastic Dick littering the soft grass that you prepare to walk over. 

“Would you all stand for the bride.” The officiant proclaims, the music swells, and heads turn to you and Bruce as your heart pounds in your ears. 

Bruce stands with you on his arm, suited to perfection, expression unreadable but eyes glassy with emotion. However, Kyle pays little attention to his father-in-law because the second he lays eyes upon his bride, everything else disappears. 

You’re smiling, looking at him like he hung the stars. But Kyle knows the truth. You hung the stars in his sky. You are the stars, you’re everything that’s brilliant and bright and beautiful in this galaxy and the next. 

Hal leans over, whispering in his ear, sounding amused, “Don’t cry, man. You’ll ruin the whole ‘cool Lantern’ thing.” It’s far too late for that, the tears already sliding down his cheeks silently. Not that Kyle even hears him, his entire focus devoted to the love of his life walking toward him.

“Hi,” you mouthed, smiling giddily at Kyle as you watched him sniffle. 

“Hi,” he whispers back, voice cracking a little as you take your place across from him, and you reach to grab his slightly trembling hands in yours. 

“You look so handsome.” You can’t take your eyes off him, and neither does he seem very inclined to look away from you. It’s like he doesn’t even want to blink for fear of missing even a second. The officiant starts to speak, welcoming the guests, but you hardly pay him any attention. How could you when Kyle was staring at you like that?

You’d both decided to save your personal vows for each other in private, not wanting your personal feelings and lives plastered all over some tabloid. You both repeat the vows after the officiant quickly, still never looking away from each other.

“You may now kiss —” The officiant doesn’t even finish the sentence before Kyle is surging forward, one hand cupping your jaw and the other wrapping around your waist as he kisses you deeply. Hal and Guy let out jeering whoops, and only the presence of Gotham’s high society and paparazzi prevents you from flipping them off. 

Kyle can practically feel the daggers Jason’s glaring at him from his place behind you, but for once, he doesn’t care. You’re his wife now and he’s going to kiss you goddamnit. 

“Ok, that’s enough,” Jason grumbled beneath his breath. 

You sigh against Kyle’s mouth, pulling back a little, just enough to rest your forehead against his before Jason has a meltdown. He’s staring at you desperately, like he’s trying to sear this moment into memory. 

Behind you, Dick lets out a loud sniff, pretending not to wipe at his eyes while Steph not-so-subtly fans her face. Damian mutters something about “unnecessary public displays of affection”, but even he can’t entirely suppress the soft smile tugging at the edge of his mouth when you turn to look at him with the happiest smile of your life. 

Jason, meanwhile, is still scowling. “Seriously, Kyle, if you don’t stop touching my sister, I will ruin your honeymoon.”

Kyle doesn’t even glance at him. “Worth it.” Because you were worth it, you were worth everything, even putting up with your batshit insane family.

[biancabi]

Dick: *Forcing a smile* Being an older brother is a wonderful and surprising thing. You can always find yourself in situations you never thought you would happen!!!

-

Dick: *Freaking out* What was the only thing I said not to do??!!

Duke: *Guilty* Create a cult for the second time.

Dick: AND WHAT WAS WHAT YOU DID???

Duke: ....Create a cult for the second time.

Duke: ....

Duke: In my defense it was completely accidental.

-

Dick: Hey Dami, have you seen-WHAT IS SO???

Damian: Grayson keep your voice down, your screams will alert everyone.

Dick: *Deep breath* Dami, babybat, my little brother. Why is there a giraffe hanging out on your balcony?

Damian: Her name is Macbeth and I think that's obvious, she's too big to come into my room.

Dick: Where did you find a giraffe in damn Gotham???No, don't answer that. Does Bruce know about this??

Damian: No Grayson, you're the first to hear about Macbeth joining the family.

Dick: Okok, This is all Bruce's fault and I refuse to deal with this now.

-

Jason: Hypothetically speaking, how bad would it be if during the patrol I dropped my bombs that explode when touched on the wrong side?

Dick: ....I'm sorry? What?

Jason: Just a hypothetical situation, it doesn't mean he dropped bombs there.

Dick: What the fuck, Jason!? Really What the fuck?!

-

Tim: *With zero hours of sleep and 5 boxes of red bull*. I HAVE DISCOVERED IT!!

Dick: I don't want to ask, god knows nothing good comes of that, but what have you discovered, Timy??

Tim: *Jumping with excitement* I have discovered the identity of the criminal mind we have been investigating.

Dick: I take back what I said, that's good news. Who is it??

Tim: IT'S BRUCE WAYNE!!

Dick: ...

Dick: Did you know?? I said nothing. What made you think it's Bruce Wayne?

Tim: *Fretically moving hands* Just think about it, whenever Bruce Wayne leaves events early there's some big crime or breakup of Arkham, plus he always reappears with suspicious injuries and attributes them to his clumsiness. One part of his money mysteriously disappears from his boxsafe, his segurity is too good to be a theft or mistake, it must be your financing at evil ends and-

Dick: Tim, Don't you forget that Bruce-

Tim: AND YOU HAVEN'T HEARD THE BEST PART.

Dick: What could-

Tim: HIS CHILDREN ARE TRAINED KILLERS AND RUN HIS CRIMINAL EMPIRE.

Dick: *Looking for the sedative and sleeping pills* Are they?? Tell me more.

-

Dick: Everyone should feel the joy -suffering- of being an older brother -it's all Bruce's fault, I must have been an only child-

*Voices of Tim and Damian fighting in the background with Jason cheering them on*

Dick: Above all I love my brothers.

*Sound of breaking glass and Duke's surprised scream*

Dick: *Trying to convince himself* I really, really love them.

*Gliter bomb explosion*

Dick: ....

Dick: *Whispering* I don't get paid enough for this. Damn Bruce.

[jasontoddscigarette]

drunk jason x reader

| mentions of break-up, slightly suggestive speech in some points, drunk ex-partner, unstable situation

he misses you…

Jason often got drunk on his way home after performing his duty as Red Hood. You broke up a few months ago, and when sober, you rarely heard from him. However, when alcohol got into his blood, you haunted him.

So he decided to call you, ignoring the fact that it was already late. After waiting for a few beeps, Jason took a sip of alcohol from his flask and then spoke. “I miss you." Jason's voice was stoically cold, as if he was afraid of showing weakness.

You felt a heavy pang in your heart as he said that, pressing your head into your hand silently. Eyebrows furrowed in aching. “Jacey— You are only saying that because you’re drunk.” Sigh. “When you’re sober in the morning you’ll forget all of me, all over again, we know this.”

Jason laughed softly—a quiet, bitter sound—as if the words stung more than he let on. Another sip from his flask warmed his chest, his walls lowering slightly under its weight. Maybe it was the liquor, or maybe it was you, but his expression eased. “Yeah right. You think I would forget about you? How could I forget the only good thing that’s ever happened to me?” He leaned back against the cold brick of an alleyway, letting his head fall back, eyes slipping shut as your image formed in his mind with sharp clarity. “You’re the only one who saw me for who I really was, and you liked me anyway. Don’t think I’ll forget that.”

A soft sigh trembled from your lips, another hot tear slipping down your cheek before you could stop it.“You’re so drunk—“ A sniffle. “Where are you? Are you somewhere safe?”

Jason’s chuckle echoed off the narrow walls around him. Even drunk, he could take care of himself—he was the Red Hood, after all. “Safe? Don’t worry about me, princess. I’m fine.” He smirked faintly, the teasing in his voice familiar, like a knife with a dulled edge. “And what about you, are you in bed already? In your pajamas… all cozy and warm.”

“I was planning on going to bed…” Your voice came out hoarse, cracked. The silk of your black nightgown clung gently to your body, rising and falling with your breath. You had been heading for sleep—until you saw his name light up your screen. Until something in you couldn’t let it go.

He took another lazy sip of alcohol. “You were in bed, huh? But… you still picked up the phone for me.”

“I was worried— you called very late.” You wiped your cheek with the back of your hand, fighting off the tears. “Are you near your home? You should head in for the night, Jacey… it’s so late and you’re drunk. You could get hurt.”

Jason let out another soft laugh, amused and a little touched. “You still worry about me, huh? That’s sweet, baby. But you don’t need to worry, I can handle myself. I’m the Redhood, remember, hm? I’m the one who does the hurting, not the other way around.” A sigh escaped him then—something quieter, heavier. “Besides I don’t feel like going home right now… I don’t wanna go back to my empty apartment.”

“You need to be inside somewhere— if you’re closer to my place than yours… you can crash on the couch.”Jason paused at that, your offer catching him off guard. He hadn’t expected that softness—not tonight.

“You’d let me stay at your place, huh? On the couch?” He considered it through the haze. It sounded better than the silence of his apartment. Better than being alone. A small, tired smile tugged at the edge of his lips. “Yeah, actually. I’m closer to your place.”

“Okay— I’ll put fresh sheets and pillows on the couch for you…” you murmured, voice hushed. You hung up before your heart could betray you further, already regretting the doors you might’ve just reopened. Jason pocketed his flask and began walking with the purposeful stride only years of patrol could build. Despite the buzz in his veins, he navigated Gotham’s streets like second nature. Seven minutes. That’s all it took.

Seven minutes.

He stood at your door, heart pounding louder than his steps had been. When you opened it, you didn’t say anything at first. You just stared—he looked almost ghostly under the hallway light. Like a memory brought to life. You stepped aside silently, letting him in. The door clicked shut behind him, locks sliding into place.Jason’s gaze fell to you almost immediately, and lingered. The nightgown did little to hide your form—if anything, it illuminated every curve he remembered too well.

He moved toward you, his steps a bit off-kilter, but filled with intent. “Hey, princess.” He said your name softly—your name, not just your nickname—and it carried the weight of months of silence.

“God—“ You winced and waved your hand, recoiling slightly from the thick scent of alcohol surrounding him like a fog. “Jesus, Jacey… how much did you have? WHAT did you have?”

Jason wavered in front of you, barely standing straight, a crooked grin tugging at his lips. “A little bit of everything. Whiskey, beer, a couple of shots… I lost count.” His eyes roamed—lingered—on the curve of your hips, the slope of your chest. Then slowly, deliberately, they climbed back up to your face.

“You look good, princess. Good enough to eat.” A jolt of heat flushed up your spine, your cheeks warming before you could fight it. You hated how much power he still held over you.

“Jason… don’t start.” Your voice was soft, but the warning in it was clear.

Jason smirked, the reaction he coaxed from you giving him a spark of smug satisfaction. He stepped closer. “Why not? I can’t compliment you now, hm?” He let his knuckles graze your jaw, just light enough to burn. “You know you like it when I do. You’re just stubborn is all.”

“You cannot just come here— drunk and bury your face between my thighs for hours. That’s not even CLOSE to how it works.” You shook your head, tired, exasperated… wanting. But you didn’t pull away from his hand. Your arms crossed over your stomach instead, like you could hold yourself together. Jason’s eyes flickered, the lust there undeniable. Your words twisted around in his mind like an invitation. His body responded before he could stop it—desire tightening his muscles.

He leaned in, voice husky against your ear. “Oh yeah? And why not?”

“Because we’re broken up— and you are so drunk.” You kept your voice steady as you took his arm, leading him to the couch. “I’d never do anything with you when you’re like this… that’s horrid.” He slumped into the cushions with a sigh, his limbs heavy and graceless. Still, his eyes trailed after you, hunger flickering in their depths even as exhaustion overtook him.

“I don’t care if we’re broken up. I still want you. More than anything, princess.”

“Don’t…” Your voice broke on the edge of the word. “You’re just saying that because you’re drunk. You’re so drunk— and you’re just saying things.”

His lashes fluttered, eyelids growing heavier by the second. The alcohol was dragging him down like a tide, pulling him toward unconsciousness. But still—he reached for you. His hand found yours and held it clumsily, fingers barely closing around your own.

“No, no, no, no. I’m not just saying it cause I’m drunk. I want you, princess. I need you.”

You reached out without thinking, your hand slipping through his tangled black and white hair, fingers stroking gently, comfortingly. “Jacey— please. Just close your eyes.” Your voice trembled as you tried to swallow the ache swelling in your throat, the tears already glistening in your eyes. “Close your eyes and sleep…”

Jason leaned into your touch like it was the only real thing anchoring him to the world. His voice, low and slurred, cracked as he mumbled: “Only if you promise to be here when I wake up, princess.”

Your heart shattered softly in your chest, your hand trembling as you brushed it across his cheek. “You will see me in the morning— now please…”

And with that promise, Jason drifted into a deep, heavy sleep. His chest rose and fell in a rhythm you hadn’t seen from him in so long—slow, steady, peaceful. The tension in his brow had vanished. For once, there were no nightmares chasing him. But your mind was anything but quiet.

You slowly lowered yourself beside him, curling up close, your face burying into the broad span of his chest. His warmth wrapped around you like a memory.

Soft cries slipped from your lips.

And you let them.

[komuite]

Dick Grayson-centric Fic Recs!

Surface Pressure by geminus_17

Study on being the (not perfect) eldest and the sacrifices that go along with it. Mentions of Tarantula and Blockbuster. A very satisfying read! Here's a sample from the fic:

“So I must calm down Todd lest he relinquish my sword,” Damian mused. “But how do I calm down a magically homicidal maniac?”

Ask Bruce , Dick didn’t say. Bruce would only ask him and be ten times more awkward about it. “It seems he’s stressed about the uptick in crime…Maybe you should help him get Crime Alley under control.” Dick held his breath because Damian always came to him when he wanted advice but the kid only took it if he thought he came up with it. A lot like his father.

Savior Complex by Arwriter

In which Dick goes nonverbal after Bruce comes back, but nobody notices! Everyone in the Batfam treats Dick unfairly, but after the hurt there is very satisfying comfort!

“He’s being a child.” And then Jason was staring right at him, and Dick couldn’t bring himself to look away. “We have the right to be pissed at you after everything that happened, Dickhead. Things are weird right now, if anyone should get that it’s you. The least you could do is admit you fucked up with Tim and give us all some time. Ignoring everyone to try and make us feel like shit isn’t fair. You know damn well Bruce has enough on his plate right now, and I don’t have time for your bullshit either. No one does.”

Home Again, Jiggity Jig by Living_Free

A comedy/crack fic that also works as a fix-it! Set during the whole "Ric" Grayson amnesia mess. One of the funniest fics I've ever read, can't recommend it enough! (Two samples because I'm obsessed:)

/Damian sat up to look at Dick. “Not even I? Forgetting Todd or Drake, even Father, is understandable. But I? Our bond transcends the stars, you said so yourself!”

Jason mimed retching onto Tim’s head./

/“Be of calm mind, Grayson,” Damian said. “Todd is merely projecting his insecurities that no one will hold his hand onto us.”

“That’s not true, son,” Bruce said, and then held Jason’s hand. Jason nearly died on the spot, becuase his dad was holding his hand in public, oh my god, people can see./

One Thousand, Three Hundred and Nine Hours by TheSilencer

Literally one of the best fics I've ever read. Basically the rest of the batfam are trapped in a time loop that ends with Dick's death, and the story is told from Dick's POV on the timeline he gets saved! Be warned, there is light(?) gore.

The older man sighed and pulled down the cowl. "It has been suggested to me that I'm demanding too much. That having you check in at least once an hour is -"

"Ridiculous?" Dick asked. "Absurd? An excessive show of paranoia?"

Bruce's lip twitched up. "A bit much."

what's past is prologue by Icestorm238

A time-travel fic where Dick goes back to his post-Robin but pre-Jason's arrival self, with the goal of saving Jason. Incredible dynamic between Dick and Jason that's just so sweet to read, and interesting plot twists and reversals that I won't spoil ;)

Dick struggles to temper his excitement when Jason opens up to him about his love of literature. That had never happened the first time - he’d found out second hand from Alfred, hadn’t thought much about it, hadn’t realised just how important books were to Jason, hadn’t cared to learn back then. When Jason returned to them it had been treated as a known hobby, and still not one he shared with Dick.

[atwingeofcringe]

Stay In Bed

A/N: i wanted to make this a little longer but i have a lot going on right now so im a bit busy 😕 but i also just really wanted to get this written before i forgot! hope you guys enjoy!

Summary: slow, cuddly morning with jason!

Pairing: Jason Voorhees x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 800

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A yawn forced its way out of you as you were roused from your sleep. The sun was shining right on your face from where you lay on the bed and you let out a soft, annoyed groan. The giant man behind you had his arms wrapped around your middle, cementing you in place, and his face buried in your back. He was still breathing steadily, signaling he was still asleep. Ugh, why does the sun have to be so damn bright?

“Jason?” You yawned out his name. He didn’t budge. “Jason!” You started trying to pry his arms loose.

It was a lazy struggle since you were still tired but it was enough to wake him up. However, he only tried to hold on tighter and he nuzzled his face into your back even more.

“Jay, the sun is shining right in my eyes.” You complained with a bit of pout.

He loosened his hold momentarily and let you roll over to face him. His eyes were half lidded and the corners of his mouth turned up in a small, lazy smile. You’ve never gotten used to seeing Jason like this. Seeing him being slow, lazy, or tired was such a stark contrast to how he usually was. But the smile he was giving you and soft circles he was rubbing into your back made butterflies erupt in your stomach. You weren’t sure if he could tell you were blushing.

“G’morning.” You smiled back at him.

Jason took your hand brought it up to his lips, kissing the back of it. One of his ways of saying good morning back. Then he held it over his chest where his heart is. His way of saying ‘I love you.’

You leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his nose. “I love you, too.”

A contented sigh escaped him as he pulled you into him and hid his face in your hair. One of his hands slowly slid up the back of your shirt and rubbed more soothing circles into your skin. You’re so warm and soft, he thought. What did he do to deserve someone like you? Nothing, in his mind. He’s done nothing to deserve you. He knows what he does is awful. The same hands that have brutally ended the lives of so many are the same ones holding you so gently, he could hardly believe it himself.

“You hungry?”

He was thankful you interrupted his thoughts. They might have devolved into something dark. Jason shook his head no, just wanting to hold you a bit longer.

“Me neither.” You replied with a smile. You scooted as close to him as you could a threw your leg ever his side and an arm around his middle, trying to cling to him like he was a giant teddy bear. He could feel his heart swell and he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

You both laid there for a while, just enjoying each others presence. One of hands played with your hair, absent mindedly twirling a bit around his finger before carding his hand through it. The sound of his breathing as his chest rose and fell and the sound of his heart beat soothed you, you could almost fall back asleep.

Almost.

A loud growl erupting from Jason’s stomach had you break out in a fit of laughter. “You are hungry!”

He was only a little embarrassed but more so disappointed as you sat up to get out of bed. He wanted to forget everything and stay with you in bed forever. His arms wrapped around you tighter as you tried crawl over him to get out of bed, trapping you on top of him.

“I can make us something and bring it back here.” You offered. “How’s that sound?”

Jason thought for a second before finally nodding his head yes. You smiled and placed a kiss on his forehead, the trailed kissed down to his nose, across both cheeks, and finally to his lips. You’ve always thought they were so soft and kissable but Jason still gets insecure sometimes.

When you pulled away you could see the hint of a blush on his cheeks. You didn’t want to say anything about it but you couldn’t help yourself. “You’re so cute!” You laughed and kissed his nose again.

Jason rolled his eyes and ran his fingers down your sides to tickle you, trying to rush you out of bed now since you were just going to embarrass him now.

“Okay, okay!” You laughed and got up. “I’ll be right back, my love .”

Before you got too far he sat up and grabbed your hand, pulling you close him again for one last kiss.

What did he do to deserve someone as great as you?

[myshiptrashcan]

Send me an Angel

Chapter 1: Death

“What does she have!?”

“Groceries.”

—---

Jason woke with a frown already on his lips. He could hear the  creaking of a cot as someone shifted in their sleep, and the collective breath of his unit, but no bird song. 

The birds stopped singing for him.

Quietly stepping into the bathroom, Jason pulled out a cheap razor. The stubble on his face was dark and coarse. His grandmother always said he looked like his father when he grew out his bread.

Staring into the dirty mirror, Jason scowled at the man reflected back at him. Left and right he turned his head and the shadows under his eyes stayed with him. The razor scraped roughly against his skin. He really needed to switch out the blades. 

Jason hissed as he cut into the flesh of his jawline. 

“Fuck that stings like a bitch.” he cursed as he pressed toilet paper on it.

He suffered through the rest of the shave before carefully peeling off the now red paper. Blood immediately seeped out of the pink flesh and started dripping into the sink. He gathered what was on his chin with a finger before licking it off and quickly covering it again. 

He growled out as he searched for a band aid.

“Jason, you alright in there?” another groggy voice came.

“Just a second, Joey… Fuck! We just had some….You don’t have any tape do ya’, Joey?” Jason asked, stepping out of the bathroom with a cotton ball in his hand.   

—---

“What happened to you man?” Nick asked, walking beside him.

“Shaving accident.”

“What were you shaving with? A rock?”

“Might as well have been.” Jason muttered.

It had stopped bleeding after breakfast and Jason discarded his makeshift band aid along with his paper coffee cup. 

‘It’ll likely scar up.’ Jason thought as he made his way to his post.

The war was meant to be over with. That’s what the news said, but apparently they still had work here left to do. 

Jason tried to make a point of not knowing how long it had been since the incident, but the shade under his eyes told him it had been long enough. He wondered just how much longer these dreams would last.

Off in the distance dark shapes warped in the heat waves of the growing afternoon. Squinting even under the cast the brim of his hat made, he was uncertain about what he was seeing. For the small moment that doubt gripped his heart he hesitated and in a moment just as fast he was under fire.

—--

He was dead. Or at least he had died. 

The word “Approximately” always preceded the following “seven minutes” by the doctors. Such an odd distinction to focus on when it was his death they had been discussing.

He didn’t even know where he’d been injured, so drugged up on pain killers. Given his state now, all he wanted  was to forget. But it would scar, wounds like this always did. 

“I don’t think I can do this anymore.” Jason spoke out above the silence .

And that had been that.

“I’m staying here.” He told Nick one late night.

“Promise to miss me every now and again once they finally send you home.”

“Shouldn’t be too hard.” Nick took a drag of his cigarette, “But our time together ain’t over yet.” he threw an arm over Jason’s hunched shoulders. 

“Heal up. Rest. We’ll be here for you.”

So he did.

—---

“It’s a nice day today.” Joey commented. 

“What of it?”

“He thinks you’re a vampire.” Merwin laughed as Joey pushed.

Jason groaned as he turned over in his cot.

“He’s right, you know, you’ve been sleeping all day.” Nick said, stepping in. 

“I’m sorry, who assigned y’all to be my wake up call?” Jason pushed himself up. 

“You should get out, get some sun.” Nick walked over, opening up a window.

“Who are you? My mom?”

“I’m just saying.” Nick shrugged. 

“Fine, I’ll go outside. And you two get out of my bags! I ain't got any candy!” Jason threw a pillow at the men.

Jason braced himself with a grimace before standing. He did his stretches faithfully. He wasn’t sure just how much it was helping but it sure as hell couldn’t hurt. Well it did hurt, but that’s what it was meant to help…eventually.  

He knew what they were doing, and he knew it was because they cared, but he would be on his own soon and he needed to start functioning again. 

Jason decided to acquaint himself with his soon to be new home while he still had some sun. 

‘Maybe I’ll get a tan.’ he thought to himself, although he knew he only ever burned.

 Walking around he enjoyed the sound of the people around him, but he kept his face hidden with the brim of his hat. He wasn’t sure he could look anyone in the eye. He didn’t know exactly what he was looking for, only that he enjoyed looking. He ended up walking through a market and it was starting to feel a bit too crowded for his liking.

He had nearly knocked over a kid trying to avoid a larger group. 

“Shit! Sorry, kid.” Jason looked him over just to be sure, after recovering from a rather violent sneeze that made his side hurt. 

Jason quickly became concerned that perhaps he had bumped into the kid without realizing it when the boy stared back at him with wide eyes.

“Are you alright?” he asked.

“You can see me?” and Jason’s brows pinched a little.

“Look, I’m sorry. This place is packed. It’ll do better without me in it.” Jason gave a wave before turning back. 

‘Strange kid.’

—---

By the time Jason returned back to camp slayer, the sun had almost completely set. Exhausted by the sun, the people, and the walking, Jason headed to bed earlier than usual. 

When he woke the next morning, Jason stretched out on his cot before swinging his legs over to walk to the bathroom. 

“Fuck!” Jason jumped.

“Who let you in here, kid?” Jason asked the boy sitting by his cot.

“Why can you see me?”

“Seriously, how did you get in here?”

‘You’re not dead. Other people see you.”

“Stay right there, kid. I gotta find someone.” Jason pointed a stern finger at the boy in his room, before stepping out into the hall.

“Hey! Do you know whose kid this is? Who let him in?”

“I…don’t see anyone.”

“Stop fucking around, Joey.”

“Are you feeling alright, Sir?”

“Clean those glasses of yours. Did Merwin put y’all’s up to this?” Jason was definitely not in the mood for this.

“He can’t see me like you can.”

“You stay out of this, young man. I got a feelin’ you’re in deep shit.”

“I’m- I’m going to get Nick for you.” Joey pointed a thumb over his shoulder.

“Good idea. I’ll watch the little tadpole.” Jason crossed his arms.

“I’m not a kid by the way. I’m 18.” The not a kid said in the quiet Joey left them in.

“Ya’ had your chance to talk, kid.”

“I need your help.”

“Yo Jason, Joey said you needed some help.” Nick ran up catching his breath.

“Finally. Yes. This kid was watching me sleep. Find out if he’s even allowed in here, who, how, and get him back where he’s meant to be.”

“...Jason, there’s no kid in here.” 

[singswan-springswan]

batfam royalty au batfam royalty au

bruce became king at a young age

for a few years in his late teens/early twenties he does his loa arc and falls in love with the princess of the mysterious Al Ghul kingdom

treating with them is totally prudent, since they have the power to wage wars without once marshalling an army!! and while I'm preferential to Brutalia they don't have to form a marriage of convenience if you don't want; they could just agree to be circumstantial lovers or something

anyway fast forward through loa training, Bruce returns to his kingdom where he uhhh idk runs into some trouble with bandits or maybe an organized coups and needs to briefly go on the run to avoid getting yeeted into the afterlife

in his manhunt era he stumbles upon a traveling caravan of performers that agrees to hide him. they don't know who he is but he quickly becomes integrated into the quirky group, especially when he defends them from a band of pirates that extorts them for money. unfortunately bruce is drawn away from the circus so he can deal with the coups a bit and in his absence the pirates kinda murder the caravan at large and when bruce returns he finds a small black haired blue-eyed child surrounded by wreckage still clinging to his mother's bloody skirt

whoopsies bruce's heartstrings could not have been any more taut. he tells the boy who he really is and offers to bring him to his home. bruce is wracked with guilt about being complicit in the deaths of the boy's family and swears that he will protect Dick, he won't fail him a second time

Dick, being a tiny little babbie, does not object to this big strong man who is very kind and very gentle and always comes back for him becoming his new family. and hooray! if Talia isn't in the picture at this point, Bruce totally just secured himself an heir without having to marry someone lame! high-fives all around

Dick becomes the beloved crown prince and Bruce is his silly little stressed dad self

being stifling about that promise to protect him as Dick gets older and starts to spread his wings

eventually they fuss and fight, as they do, and Dick storms off to the duchy of Blüdhaven where he is still technically within the safety of the Wayne kingdom, but Blüdhaven is so distinct and separate from the rest of the kingdom it might as well be its own small nation, and Dick can do his own thing and practice being a ruler without Bruce breathing down his neck

one day Bruce goes around on a semi-incognito tour of the capital city of Gotham and motherkriff he stepped away from his carriage for two seconds what happened to half the wheels

a ratty orphan boy pops up behind the completely nonchalant carriage horse (affectionately named "Batmobile" by Dick) and tries to bisect Bruce with whatever the period equivalent of a tire iron is

Obviously Bruce manages to disarm the scrappy child with a startlingly colorful vocabulary and immediately decides that he's ready for a second child

poor Jason was not expecting to be prince-ified on his daily venture to stave off imminent starvation

Dick receives the news from the period equivalent of tabloids instead Bruce sending him a messenger hawk like a normal father and is understandably pressed about it

Dick storms home to argue with Bruce and Bruce is so busy being thrilled about the prospect of introducing his two sons and having both his boys under one palace roof that he forgets to argue back for a few days

eventually Dick warms up to Jason because Jason stole the wheels of Bruce's carriage and Batmobile didn't try to stop him

and also Jason called Bruce a big boob in front of Dick and Dick completely and permanently forgot any reason he could possibly have to dislike him

idk how to incorporate Jason's death

maybe it doesn't happen any differently

maybe there's just more magic involved

like maybe the Joker is a guy who got cursed a bunch with evil magic and there're so many spells on him that Bruce a) is literally prevented from killing him any time they meet and b) no one knows if there are any transitive curses to someone who does manage to kill him, which is why Bruce is so terrified of the idea of Dick or Jason trying to kill Joker. he doesn't want to risk the nightmare of his precious babies suffering under the same dark magic as that monster or worse becoming just like him

so let's entertain that the joker still ends up killing jason and jason gets buried like usual and crawls his way out of his grave like usual and somehow ends up in the lazarus pit like usual cause why not

and Talia is like this is the son of my beloved, the ruler of a kingdom to which I am allied. the obvious course of action is to heal this boy completely and endow him with my blessing (skillset) and return him to his father

bonus points if she introduces jason to damian and says "ik i probably should have told your dad about the baby earlier but i didn't and he's probably gonna need your help to soften the blow of his existence" and jason says "copy T, I gotchu" and both somehow forget that the revelation of Jason being alive will probably come as a bigger shock to Bruce than the fact that he had a kid with a woman he totally went down on for the better part of a decade

before i forget, Selina is probably the daughter of some nobleman/possibly a childhood friend of Bruce

both love trolling each other and spend a perhaps inappropriate amount of time doing reckless nonsense together and flirting

in the time jason is presumed dead, Tim gets absorbed into the family. He's the prince of the neighboring Drake kingdom, and he's always silently adored the Waynes for their obvious (despite being flawed) familial love and artistic military prowess. he knows all their secrets. not sure how to incorporate the cape side, since that's primarily Tim's gateway to being adopted. Maybe he just somehow has access to a ton of classified documents that detail the batfam's secret missions to subvert other governments and manipulate wars before they start? it's legit enough. his parents are cold and their expectations of him are high. they often neglect him to travel on long expensive trips in pursuit of new archeological discoveries.

Maybe there's some kind of festival like a new year or whatever that the Wayne kingdom hosts and there are festivities for a few weeks. Naturally the Drakes send a delegation, and while Tim's parents aren't within a reasonable distance to attend, they send Tim along with a few suitable ambassadors, citing the festival as good diplomatic experience for him

Tim, being the eager-to-please attention-starved teeny tiny that he is readily accepts the mission entrusted to him by his parents

Bruce takes one look at this littol babi who traveled all this distance on his own without anyone to guide him and immediately sends word to Jack and Janet Drake that if they don't immediately relinquish their one and only heir, Bruce will certainly start a war and take the child himself

Tim is grateful that his parents accept without too much fight, because again, he knows what war means to the Bats, and he's sure he's not worth all that carnage. but also like ouch

Dick reprises his pissy older brother role until little timmy shyly peeks out from behind Bruce's regal kingly cape and tells Dick he likes his backflips. Dick immediately changes his song and dance

somewhere along the line Tim befriends an obnoxious blonde girl with a strange fixation on the color purple

it's expensive taste considering the intensive labor that goes into harvesting and purifying the dye, but Bruce is willing to pay any amount of money for a friend of his son to be happy. when he finds out that the girl is the daughter of one of the kingdoms more bothersome criminals, he begins his subtle adoption campaign for her. She has more time than the others did to resist, and she takes full advantage. She and Bruce are in a gridlock. she still has a room dedicated entirely to her in the family wing of the palace. Bruce still drapes his cape over her when she cries or is upset or wants a hug

Bruce is glad Tim has a friend his age

ummm idk how to do Red Hood

maybe he's just like

disguising himself as a bandit or something

and maybe he still goes after the kingdom's organized crime

and it'd be funny if all the wanted posters go up in Gotham and Bruce is just like "ugh this is not a slay environment" and considers siccing his brilliant son Timmy on this slippery new villain

something something, maybe the confrontation between Hood and Bruce still happens with the Joker, and Jason reveals he's actually Jason hehe and Bruce has a kriffing meltdown because he was already scared of this nice (albeit rough around the edges) young man killing the joker and inadvertently damning himself to a twisted fate but to know that it's his sweet precious baby boy jason just ratchets up the fear and also he's half sure he's hallucinating

so ofc that's not a great basis for the emotional closure Jason is attempting to facilitate. and apparently bruce never fully explained the joker curse magic to him before what the kriff old man that would have been helpful to know before I tried to stage a sort of coups

jason ends up killing the joker and the curse magic kind of maybe gets deflected by whatever latent lazarus magic he has going on because I'm a fan of throwing the lazarus pit at all my vague problems

als somewhere in there Cass comes along. kriff I keep forgetting to add her in sequence mostly because I'm the least familiar with her origin story ANYWAY she's sent to assassinate Bruce and she gets all the way inside the palace but then she sees the way Bruce is a better dad than her dad and says "i want that one" and Bruce looks up and says "take my hand" and they go skipping into the sunset together. Bruce fr 100% dotes on his specialest little princess and spars with her all the time and is always finding creative ways to tell any noble or socialite foolish enough to give him more than two seconds of breathing room how proud he is of his babygirl (a lot of it stems from the fact that of all his children, Cass was the only one to choose him completely and autonomously)

oh that reminds me i forgot about Babs

I'm thinking her dad is like the minister of defense or some kind of military commander or whatever so naturally he's in a position of high political authority and in close relations with the king and naturally Babs and Dick grew up together and are besties

Babs has served as a cool big sister/outsider shoulder to cry on for each new traumatized child Bruce manages to herd into his halls

anyway Damian shows up at some point maybe if you want to say the League is dealing with a few rebellious internal affairs and Talia decides that "hey now that Jason is integrated back into the fold and Bruce has had sufficient dad practice he'll definitely be ready for another one" and sends damian off to meet his dad. cue tiny angry stabby child arriving at the gates of Gotham City yelling at the guards and watchmen that he is Ibn Al Xuffasch and must be allowed entry lest they face the wrath of his demon blade

they're this close to letting him in on the principle of not verifiably being able to deny that Bruce hasn't snatched another kid in the past few days but they're not completely incompetent now that the second prince has been doing much stricter rounds and sorry small child unfortunately we can't just let you in

fortunately the crown prince is in the area and is alerted to the commotion. he's called to the guardhouse where the intruder has been "detained" and one look at the kid with Talia's fierce scowl and Bruce's hard constitution and says "baby brother????" and scoops him up and skips home and doesn't stop grinning even when Alfred scolds him as he patches up the handful of stab wounds

Damian lets it slip that Jason is the metric by which he was allowed to meet the royal family and Jason is assigned to Damian as a tutor/chaperone

Jason is pressed about this until he remembers he literally does not have to change his modus operandi because he knows very acutely Damian's level of competence and just makes Damian swear to keep quiet about how many murders they commit together

Jason's empathy for Dick is short-lived in this regard

Damian at first treats his siblings as rungs in the ladder he must climb towards succession of the throne but he barely gets to Tim before he realizes that being heir apparent is overrated and look baby bat no one wants that job okay just be glad Dick's taking one for the team there

"besides Dames, if I was tied up in preparing to ascend to the throne, could I do x-super-villainous-adjacent-thing?" Damian is begrudgingly impressed with Drake's ingenuity and the efficiency with which he carries out the family legacy (dunking on King Lex of the neighboring Luthor kingdom)(edited)

Duke is probably the only one who takes up universe equivalent vigilantism because I think the We Are Robin thing is such a slay for him and also I neeeeeed my little baby to be feral and enraged

bruce is very impressed with Duke's subversive tactics and leadership qualities and hey he's adopted kids for less (a faint purple-tinted voice in the background protests to still not being bruce's child) so Duke is snapped up and thrust into this chaotic family that folds around him like hydrophilic amino acids around a protein's grease core

later it's discovered that Duke has cool magic powers and can manipulate light. Dick jokes that he really holds a share in the Robin name by being a light to Bruce's darkness and Jason hits him over the head for that(edited)

also fun aside: Clark is a scribe in the court of King Lex and while he pretends to be a normal man he's actually an elf or some kriff whose race was wiped out when he was an infant and he was found and raised by human peasants. naturally he has all the superpowers for some reason, maybe his parents blessed him with their magic and all the remaining magic of their people and it made him way more super than any regular efl (think red sun to yellow sun glow up) Lex meanwhile totally hates the super elf who gets more fantasy likes than the king himself and has a weird gay little complex about it. he still uses weird science (plus a healthy application of genre-applicable magic, since that's a convenient catch-all for fantasy aus) to try and clone Clark and that's how Kon shows up. Bruce totally knows about Clark and helped him do a lot of self-discovery type of research because Bruce Wayne is nothing if not a nerd

and another thing: when Jack and Janet Drake die, Bruce absorbs their kingdom into the Wayne kingdom and turns it into a Duchy that he gifts to Tim to reign over basically saying "hey this was your birthright anyway <3" and Tim is like "that's sweet Bruce did you murder my parents" and Bruce says "nooo but I'll bring you the man who did and you can kill him yourself <3"

[sibillascribbles08]

@hotmothsummer tumblr continues to hate your main : ( but I got u

28.Teaching the other something new (I decided hey I just posted them flying around, why not Donnie teaching Jase how to do that)

“This is absolutely the worst idea you've ever had, Donnie.”

“Nonsense, you and I both know I’ve had far worse.”

Jason wanted to argue with that as he stared down at the street below. Why did they have to do this from such a tall building to start? He was going to be sick. 

“Come on, it’ll be easy.” Donnie smiled at him as his hover shell opened up and he practically walked through the air to stand in front of him. “You’ve already made yourself hover during training.”

“Yeah. Hover. Not fly!” Jason gestured at the grey, night sky above them. “There is no guarantee I can stay attached to my dragon for that long. Or whatever it is that does it.”

“If you fall I will be right here to catch you.” 

Jason tried to glare at him, as if he wasn’t buying it, but Donnie only gave him a soft smile in return. 

“This is so stupid.” He let out a shaky breath. 

“Jase, you flew with this thing when you first got it.”

“You think I remember how I did that?” Sometimes he tried to forget that whole ordeal. He’d been scared out of his mind. When he first got ninpo, when he first summoned this dragon, he acted without really thinking about anything other than the fact he had to save Donnie. He had to save him no matter what. 

Since then, the Hamatos had been doing everything they could to help him figure out how it works. By now he could reliably summon it, he could control it, but having the thing lift him into the air? Far more difficult.

He looked down at how far the street was again. “You couldn’t have picked a shorter building?”

Donnie shrugged. “A shorter fall means I have less time to catch you. Come on, summon it and at least try to float up. Then we can focus on moving outward.” 

Jason let out a tired sigh. He wasn’t winning this argument it seemed. Even if he could just head back to the stairs and walk away, he really did need to get more in the habit of facing his fears. 

He took a few deep breaths, feeling the mystic energy center in his chest before it moved outward. The dragon, like a creature made of light, twirled into the air and grew and grew until it towered behind Jase. 

He lined his back up with its chest, feeling the energy sink into his skin. Bit by bit his feet left the ground.

His anxiety spiked. The dragon’s grip on him faltered, but it thankfully didn’t drop him. 

“Yes, perfect.” Donnie shook his hands a few times before moving up to float at eye level. “Feel the lack of gravity? The freedom of it?”

“Freedom is not how I would describe this.” Jason focused on keeping his breathing steady. 

“I’m sure it’ll feel better if you move around.” Donnie flew backwards, doing a twirl as he did. A faint trail was left behind by the propellers on his shell. “Come on, try to reach me.” 

Jason took one more deep breath. Moving the dragon did become second nature recently. Raph taught him how, since the creature was so similar to the turtle’s projections. Think of it as an extension of yourself. 

So he stepped forward, feeling it linger at his back. It definitely didn’t feel like he stepped onto anything solid, but he didn’t fall either.

He did, however, make the foolish mistake of glancing down. Seeing his legs over the open air made his heart stop.

“Jase.” Donnie snapped his fingers. “Just look at me.” 

His gaze snapped back up, trying to focus on Donnie. Focus on how the light from his dragon faintly reflected on his scales.

His boyfriend held out his hand. Jason reached for it as he kept steadily moving forward, but he could feel the presence on his back slipping away. Deep breaths. Just a bit closer.

His fingers brushed against Donatello’s and then gravity ripped him free from his dragon’s grasp.

Jason screamed the moment he fell. He tried to not panic, to pull his dragon back, but seeing the street getting closer and closer made it impossible to do so. 

Then arms wrapped around his middle and he jerked to a stop. The air flew out of his lungs and his glasses even slipped off his face. His hand shot out to catch them before they got very far. 

He put them back on, ready to turn and look at Donnie, but the turtle tossed him into the air again. Jason shouted as he flipped over, now landing on his back. 

Donnie smiled at him. “Told you I’d catch you. Also, maybe we should take your glasses off for this.” 

“I have spares. You know this.” Jason rolled his eyes. He used the snarky comeback to pretend he wasn’t shaking. “Are lessons done for the day? Can we go home?”

“Don’t give up so easily. Try and summon your dragon again.” 

Jason gave a tired sigh and let his head drop against Donnie’s shoulder. “I don’t think this is going to work.” 

“You only tried once.”

“Donnie.” He hardened his tone. “I am stressed, freaked out, and feel like I’m about to throw up.” 

“I don’t get it. You let me fly you around all the time.”

“Because you know what you’re doing. I trust you. I don’t trust myself, not yet.” He crossed his arms, practically pouting in his boyfriend’s arms. At least being this close helped slow his heart down. 

“Then let’s try a different approach.” Donnie had to shatter that peace by jostling Jason once again, turning him upright. His arms wrapped around his chest. 

Jason wanted to flail about in protest, but decided against that when they were still so high up. “Donnie, what are you doing?”

“We’re going to fly. Hold your arms out.”

“No, that’s stupid.” 

“Put a hand out then, I don’t care. Just focus on the sensation, okay? Close your eyes if it helps.” 

“Donnie can we just—”

No arguing about this either it seems. Donatello took off, rocketing straight up before twirling around. 

Jason didn’t feel that frightened. Donnie had flown him around in so many different ways before. Holding him upright, sideways, and three times upside down due to catching him wrong. It took some getting used to at first, but at this point his boyfriend could plummet them both towards the ground and Jase wouldn’t even flinch.

He still thought this was stupid, but the air rushing through his hair and past his face lulled those thoughts away. He watched the city lights rush past them, then caught a brief glimpse of the sky as Donnie flew into a loop. 

“Come on,” Donnie shouted over the roaring wind. “At least have your dragon fly with us.” 

Jason sighed but once again gave in. He summoned the creature once more, letting it weave through the sky next to them. He thought way too much about what the people in the city would think about it if they saw it. Hopefully they’d assume it’s some kind of drone trick and not ask too many questions. 

Jason shut his eyes. Might as well try to practice seeing through his dragon’s eyes instead while Donnie kept flying them around. Just how long did he plan to do this anyway? 

Shifting his vision was something he still barely got the hang of. Even if he managed to access it, it came out so blurry. He hoped he didn’t need to give his dragon glasses too. 

Even with the blurriness, he caught the flash of purple. Then it shot across the sky again. 

“See?” Donnie’s laughter sounded farther away than it should. “You’re a natural at this.” 

Jason opened his eyes. 

Donnie flew in front of him now, just underneath the head of the dragon. 

Jason stopped flying in an instant. His dragon did as well. His breath caught in his throat as he felt the weightlessness around him. He hadn’t even noticed when Donnie let go of him. Once again his dragon held him in the air instead, and this time it felt far sturdier. 

“Stop overthinking it.” Donnie flew around him in a few circles. “Your dragon is an extension of yourself, yes? Just the image of both of you flying should do the trick.” 

Jason crossed his arms, his dragon mimicking the motion. “You’re one to lecture me about overthinking.” 

Donnie shrugged and flew higher. “Now try to catch me if you can, hm?” 

Jason watched his boyfriend take off at such a speed, the only way to track him was by the trail of light he left behind. 

So he narrowed his eyes, took one more deep breath, and flew after him. 

Funny how normal it suddenly felt. Just as easy as letting Donnie glide him around in the sky. His gaze followed the softshell as he zipped through the air. His dragon would follow along his trail, like being pulled by an invisible string. Bit by bit Jason was catching up. He had the dragon open its jaws, trying to grab hold of Donnie, but the turtle would twist to the side to avoid it. 

Jason found himself laughing as they both spiraled upwards, spinning around each other like a strand on DNA. 

Finally within range, Jason’s dragon reached out with its claws and grabbed Donnie right out of the air. 

“Hah.” Jason tried to shout, but took a moment to catch his breath from all the exhilaration and the laughter. “I won this round, Von Ryan.” 

Jason brought his boyfriend closer, and Donnie stayed rigid as a poll, gently pressed between the dragon’s massive paws. His eyes were wide, was he frightened? No, with the way his mouth slightly hung open it was more like he was in awe.

Jason still worked on catching his breath. “What?”

“Ah, nothing.” The faintest of smiles crossed his face as he kept on staring. “Just looking at you. Backlit with all that purple light, your hair wild from the wind, and smiling so wide you can’t help but laugh.” 

Heat rushed to his cheeks. His dragon immediately let go of Donnie who fell for a second before catching himself and hovering back up, though he still floated lower than Jason did. 

“W-whatever.” Jason stuttered. “Are we done for the day now or—”

Donnie obviously wasn’t as he reached up, hands brushing against Jason’s cheeks. “You’re so beautiful, you know that?” 

Jason grabbed his wrists and tugged them away. “Ugh, Donnie, I told you to quit saying that.” 

Despite saying this, his dragon immediately betrayed him. The beast leaned its head down to brush its whiskers against Donnie’s cheek, then gently nuzzled his face.

The softshell laughed, scratching it under the chin. “Well, I think someone appreciates the compliment more than he cares to admit.” 

“S-shut up.” Jason grumbled. “And you, knock that off.” He pointed at the dragon which didn’t listen to him in the slightest. It wrapped its neck around Donnie, tugging him closer. The entire time a low rumble hummed through the air. “Ugh, if I wasn’t flying above the city right now you’d be gone in an instant.” 

“Well, maybe you should be the one hugging me instead.” Donnie smirked. 

Jason rolled his eyes, but reached out to grab hold of Donnie’s face. His dragon finally let go in the process. 

“I am not that pretty.” He insisted. 

Donnie just kept on smiling, the lids of his eyes slowly falling. “Oh great deity of the sky, what a privilege it is to even be in your presence.”

“Okay, now you’re getting way too corny with it.” 

Donnie laughed and Jason chose to cut it off with a kiss. 

Huh, smooching his boyfriend while steadily floating above him felt kinda nice.

Maybe they could spend a few more minutes up here.

[lisacameron99]

Picture This Part 1

Warnings: trauma, emotional distress, implied sexual assault, stalking, manipulation, panic attacks, grief, betrayal, toxic relationships, therapy invasion.

Emily found out through a voicemail. Not even Maya herself—just her aunt, who didn’t bother softening the news. “She’s not coming back,” the voice had said. “We thought it would be best to let you know.” That was it. No explanation, no goodbye.

She didn’t cry. Not at first. She just stopped. Stopped replying to texts, stopped going to swim, stopped moving unless absolutely necessary. She’d been staying at the Kahn house for a few weeks—Pam was still being Pam—and for the first time, Emily wasn’t sure if she’d made the right choice. She lay cocooned in blankets on the guest bed, silent, still, like the grief might forget she was there.

On the third day of total radio silence, Noel barged in without knocking.

“Okay, no,” he said, striding across the room and tossing a granola bar onto the nightstand. “You can shut out the world all you want, but you don’t get to shut me out. I live here.” Emily didn’t move.

Noel crossed his arms. “You’ve already cried on me eleven times, so the dignity ship has sailed.”

She muttered something that might’ve been “go away,” but he ignored it and flopped onto the bed beside her, fully clothed, facing the ceiling.

“I’ll wait,” he said, voice softer now.

They lay in silence for a while. Their shoulders brushed lightly. He didn’t push. He just existed next to her, solid and stubborn and there. The door creaked open.

Lily froze in the doorway, blinking at the scene in front of her—Noel and Emily side by side on the bed, blanket half over both of them.

“Am I interrupting something?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

Noel sat up so fast he nearly fell off the mattress. “What—no—what?”

Emily didn’t even flinch. “Yeah,” she said dryly. “He was just confessing his undying love for me.”

Lily snorted and walked in. “Awkward. I’m pretty sure he’s in love with me.”

Noel turned bright red. “You both suck.”

Emily cracked a real smile for the first time in days. “Yeah. But you love us anyway.”

He muttered something unintelligible and flopped backward again. Lily flopped onto the other side of Emily with a dramatic sigh, and for a second, the ache didn’t feel so unbearable.

——————

Spencer doesn’t tell Lily. She tells Noel. It’s just a quiet moment in the school parking lot, maybe, or after one of their group meetings when no one else is around. She pulls him aside, clutches the notebook too tightly in her arms, and says, “She deserves to know. But I can’t be the one to tell her.” And Noel, already pale, just nods—no fight, no defensiveness, just a kind of grief settling in his chest. He doesn’t tell Lily either. Not yet.

But Hanna does. They’re in the locker room, and it’s a throwaway comment at first. Just a sharp, bitter slip when Lily says Spencer’s been acting weird.

“Yeah,” Hanna mutters, slamming her locker shut. “Weird how she hides things. Like notebooks full of your name and Jason’s breakdowns.”

Lily freezes. “What?”

Hanna looks up, wide-eyed. “Shit. You didn’t know.”

“What the fuck are you talking about, Hanna?”

And then it all comes spilling out—Jason’s old notebook Spencer found hidden in the Hastings garage, the pages covered in sketches of Lily, in frantic apologies, in things written the summer Alison disappeared. The summer Lily had sex with Jason. When she was fifteen. Lily’s face goes blank. Not angry at first. Just blank.

“She knew?” she asks. “Spencer knew and she didn’t say anything?”

“Yeah,” Hanna says, softer now. “She told Noel.”

“Oh my god,” Lily breathes. Her heart slams against her ribcage, panic and fury coiling together into something sharp. “So he knew too? Everyone knew but me?”

“Lily—”

“Don’t.”

Lily storms out of the locker room, jaw clenched, vision swimming. She doesn’t cry. Not yet. She doesn’t scream. Not until she reaches the edge of the parking lot and sees Spencer across the way, casually talking to Caleb like nothing is wrong. She walks straight past them, brushing Spencer’s shoulder hard.

“Lily—” Spencer turns, eyes wide.

“Don’t you dare talk to me,” Lily snaps, her voice cold and loud enough to silence the air around them. “You don’t get to act like you care and then decide I’m not worth the truth.” Spencer doesn’t move. Doesn’t speak.

And Lily, shaking, gets into her car and slams the door hard enough to make it echo. It’s not the first time she’s been betrayed. But somehow this one hurts more.

——————

Lily was gripping the steering wheel so tightly her knuckles had gone white, but she couldn’t feel it. She couldn’t feel anything except the red-hot burn beneath her skin, pulsing in her throat and pounding in her head. The betrayal sat like acid in her stomach, bubbling every time she pictured Spencer’s face—or worse, Noel’s. She didn’t even turn the car on. Just sat there, parked sideways in the far end of the school lot, engine off, heart racing.

A knock on the window made her jump. Caleb stood outside with one brow raised, looking equal parts concerned and completely unfazed. Lily rolled her eyes and hit the unlock button. He slid into the passenger seat without a word, shutting the door behind him.

He didn’t ask what happened. Didn’t have to. He looked at her face, took in the shaking hands and the unspoken don’t touch me or I will combust energy, and said instead, “You look like you need to set something on fire.”

Lily huffed. “Yeah. My whole life, maybe.”

He leaned forward and tapped the screen on her stereo. “Permission to save your life with Taylor Swift?” She nodded once.

He smirked. “Good.” Two taps later, the opening hiss of Look What You Made Me Do filled the car, bass-heavy and unapologetic. Caleb turned it way up. Like, the whole-car-is-vibrating-up level. Lily didn’t even blink—she just grabbed the volume knob and cranked it higher.

By the second verse, she was yelling the lyrics. By the chorus, she was throwing her hands up like she was at a stadium tour. Caleb joined in, banging the side of the car with the rhythm, mouthing “the world moves on, another day another drama-dramaaa” like he was possessed.

Next came I Did Something Bad, and Lily lost her damn mind. “I never trust a narcissist,” she shouted, head tilted back, voice cracking. “BUT THEY LOVE MEEEE!”

Caleb howled right along with her. “So I play ‘em like a violin—”

“And I make it look—oh—so—eaaasy!”

Then came Don’t Blame Me, and suddenly it wasn’t just rage. It was release. It was laughter mixed with tears that she refused to let fall. It was the sound of her voice breaking on the line “for loving youuuuu” as Caleb dramatically fake-sobbed beside her, clutching his chest like he was being emotionally stabbed.

They sang until their throats hurt, until the sun dipped lower in the sky, until the silence after the last song felt earned.

Lily slumped back in her seat, hair a wild mess, mascara smudged at the corners of her eyes. “That was… deranged.”

Caleb, panting, grinned over at her. “That was therapy.”

She turned her head, met his eyes. “You didn’t even ask what happened.”

“You’d tell me if you wanted me to know.”

Her throat tightened. “Thank you.”

He nodded once, tapping a final button to turn the stereo off. “Also, you scream-sing like an actual rockstar. No notes.”

Lily let out a laugh—a real one. “Shut up.”

And for the first time that day, she actually meant the smile that followed.

——————

The jog was supposed to clear her head. Just something light, something to keep her grounded after the tornado of Spencer, the notebook, and the cold burn of betrayal. The sun was setting low across the trees, casting long shadows over the trail near the creek. Lily kept her strides steady, her breath controlled, her music loud in her ears.

And then— “Lily.”

She flinched before she even saw him. Jason. He was leaning against the side of the fence like he owned the earth beneath him, hoodie sleeves shoved up, arms crossed, smirking like they were old friends instead of… whatever they actually were.

She slowed her pace just enough to yank out one earbud, jaw already tight. “Seriously?”

Jason pushed off the fence, falling into step beside her. “Didn’t expect to see you out here.”

“It’s public,” she muttered. “And I’m not in the mood.”

He gave a low laugh, like he thought she was kidding. “Noel really screwed it up, huh?”

Lily didn’t answer. She focused on her breath. In. Out.

Jason kept going, too casual. “I was just thinking… since you’re single now, maybe you’d wanna hang out. No strings. Keep it simple.” She stopped running.

Turned to him, her expression unreadable but burning beneath the surface.

“Did you seriously just say that?”

Jason shrugged, smiling like it was no big deal. “What? We’ve been there before. I figured maybe you’d wanna have a little fun again.” Her stomach turned.

“I didn’t want it then,” she said, her voice cold. “You think I did, but I didn’t. I was fifteen and wrecked, and you knew that.”

Jason’s smile faded, just a flicker. “You didn’t say no.”

“I didn’t know how to,” she snapped. “That doesn’t mean I wanted it.”

He blinked. “Okay, wow. Dramatic much?”

Lily took a step back, like being near him physically made her skin itch. “Don’t you ever talk to me like that again.”

He tried to soften, fake concern twisting onto his face. “Look, I didn’t mean anything bad. I just meant—you’re hot. You don’t have to be alone.”

She didn’t answer. Because she would rather be alone.

Because her body had never wanted him. Not then. Not now. What she remembered was the discomfort, the way she froze up, the way her chest went tight and her limbs turned to stone. She remembered lying still and pretending she was somewhere else. And now here he was, rewriting it like it had been some hookup. Some choice. She shoved her headphones back in, turned, and ran.

Faster than before. Harder. Like she could outrun the nausea curling in her gut. She didn’t cry. But her eyes burned. Because it didn’t matter how many years had passed—Jason still made her feel small. And she hated that.

——————

Her phone buzzed on the bathroom counter, lighting up with Noel Kahn across the screen. She stared at it for a second, torn between answering and hurling it into the sink. Her heart was still pounding from the run. From Jason. From everything. She swiped to answer.

“Hey,” came his voice, soft and low, like he already knew.

Lily sat down on the edge of the tub, legs trembling slightly. “Hi.”

“You okay?” There was a long pause. Her throat tightened.

“No.”

He didn’t say anything right away. No shock. No dramatic sigh.

“Do you want me to come over?” he asked, so gently it almost undid her.

She shook her head, even though he couldn’t see her. “No.”

Another beat. “Okay.”

Then she exhaled. “Wait. I—sorry. I didn’t mean—” Her voice cracked. “I don’t know what I need right now.”

“It’s okay,” Noel said. “You don’t have to know.”

“I just… I feel like if I see you I’ll either cry or throw up or both, and I’m not trying to emotionally implode on my bathroom floor, so…”

He let out a small laugh—sad, but real. “Then let’s not implode tonight.”

Lily ran a hand through her sweaty hair. “So what, we just sit here and pretend things aren’t awful?"

“We don’t have to pretend,” Noel said. “We can just stay on the phone. You don’t have to talk if you don’t want to.”

She blinked hard, trying not to cry. “You’d really just sit there in silence with me?”

“Yeah,” he said simply. “I’d do worse for you.”

She didn’t say anything for a long time. Just listened to the soft static of the line. Her breathing. His.

“I miss you,” she whispered.

“I miss you too.”

So they stayed on the phone—her curled up on the bathroom floor, him probably lying on his bed staring at the ceiling—and for the first time all day, Lily didn’t feel completely alone.

——————

The engine wouldn’t start. Lily turned the key again. And again. Nothing. Not even the pathetic click-click of hope. Just silence.

“No, no, no, no, no—” she muttered, slamming her palm against the steering wheel, already late, already unraveling. Justin had left at 5:30 for some stupid team workout and she hadn’t even gotten to say good morning. She had a math quiz, two missed calls from Coach J, and now her car was dead.

She didn’t think. She just called Noel.

He answered before the second ring. “Lils?”

“My car won’t start,” she blurted. “It won’t turn on and I don’t know why, and Justin’s not here and I—shit, I don’t know what to do—”

“Hey,” he said, instantly calm, instantly grounding. “It’s okay. I’m coming over.”

And he did. Ten minutes later, his car pulled up behind hers in the driveway. He climbed out in joggers, a hoodie, and his old cleats, hair still messy like he hadn’t even bothered brushing it before getting behind the wheel. He looked at her, pale and pacing, and said softly, “Breathe.” She did. Barely.

He popped the hood, crouched down, started poking around like he actually knew what he was doing—which, to her surprise, he kinda did. But then his expression changed. Tensed.

“What?” she asked.

He stood up slowly, closing the hood. “Your battery’s unplugged.”

Lily blinked. “Like… it came loose?”

Noel shook his head. “No. Someone pulled the wire.”

The world dropped out from under her. “What?”

“It didn’t just fall,” he said carefully. “Someone had to reach in and mess with it. I can’t prove it, but… it’s not accidental.”

She felt her stomach twist, breath shortening. “Oh my god. Oh my god, someone was here? At night? Right outside—Noel—”

He stepped forward fast, hands on her shoulders. “Lily. Look at me.” She did. Barely. “You’re safe,” he said firmly. “Okay? You’re not alone. I’m here. I’ve got you.”

Her lip trembled. “But what if they come back—”

“They won’t,” he said. “And even if they did, they’d have to go through me.”

She didn’t know if that made her feel better or worse, but she clung to it anyway. “I don’t have a car,” she whispered, shaken.

“You don’t need a car,” he said gently. “You’ve got me.”

That made her smile. A small, broken thing—but it counted. Noel drove them to school with the windows cracked and her favorite playlist softly playing. He didn’t push. Didn’t ask who she thought did it. He just reached over once, at a red light, and laced their fingers together like he never stopped. Like nothing had changed.

——————

Spencer watched from across the courtyard as Lily and Noel walked through the school doors side by side. Not touching, not exactly smiling, but something in the way they moved together felt familiar. Intimate. Like they’d never broken apart to begin with. Lily said something, and Noel rolled his eyes before nudging her shoulder. She didn’t shove him away this time. Spencer’s stomach turned.

When Noel peeled off to talk to Coach Harris by the gym, Spencer moved. Cut through the hallway traffic and met Lily at her locker before she had a chance to breathe.

“Lily,” she said.

Lily didn’t look up. “If this is another explanation, don’t.”

“I wanted to apologize,” Spencer pressed. “I was wrong not to tell you. I thought I was protecting you, but—”

“You were protecting yourself,” Lily said flatly, shoving her books into her bag. “From being the bad guy. From saying something I might fall apart over.”

“I didn’t want to hurt you.”

“No,” Lily snapped, slamming the locker shut. “You didn’t want to be the one who hurt me. That’s not the same thing.”

Spencer took a breath, already spiraling, already defensive. “I get that you’re angry, but maybe don’t take it out on the people who are actually trying to keep you alive.”

“I am alive, Spencer,” Lily said, voice low and tight. “And I’ve done that without your help. You don’t get to dangle your concern in my face when you pick and choose what I deserve to know.”

Spencer flinched. “You don’t understand—Noel—he’s not—”

“Don’t,” Lily warned.

Spencer pressed anyway. “I know you think he’s this stable force, but he’s not who you—”

“I love him.” Silence.

It hit hard, ripped from Lily’s chest before she could stop it. Spencer just stared.

“I love him,” Lily repeated, quieter now. “I know what he’s done. I know what I’ve done. But through everything—everything—he’s still here. Still showing up. Even when I push him away. Even when I’m awful. He’s still mine, even when he’s not.”

Spencer swallowed, guilt flashing across her face. Lily shook her head. “You wanted to be right. About him. About me. But I’m not asking you to get it. I’m asking you to stop pretending like you know what’s best for me when you don’t even know how I feel.”

With that, she turned and walked down the hall, straight toward Noel without looking back. And Spencer—Spencer had never felt so wrong.

——————

Lily was sitting on the back steps of the school theater building, tucked into a corner with her knees pulled to her chest and her face buried in her hoodie. Her car was still in the shop. Her math quiz had been a trainwreck. She hadn’t eaten anything except two saltines and half a granola bar Noel left on her dashboard. And even though he’d been sweet and steady all morning, she couldn’t stop overthinking everything.

Why she called him.

Why he still came.

Why it still hurt to look at him like she didn’t know if she was allowed to want him anymore.

“Hey,” Aria’s voice cut in, soft but clueless. “I’ve been looking for you.”

Lily looked up, eyes puffy, face blotchy. “Congrats. You found me.”

Aria sat down beside her with a half-hearted smile. “Bad day?”

Lily let out a half-laugh, half-sob. “That’s one way to put it.”

“Want to talk about it?”

“No,” Lily said. Then: “Yes. Maybe.” Aria waited.

“I just…” Lily shook her head. “I don’t know what I’m doing with Noel. I’m mad at him. I’ve been mad at him. But then my car won’t start and he’s the first person I call. And he shows up. Like always. Like nothing happened. And I hate that I want him there. And I hate that I feel safe when he’s around. And I hate that I don’t hate him.”

Aria frowned, confused. “But… why would you go back?” Lily blinked.

Aria pressed on. “You’re stronger than that. You don’t need him. You said he wasn’t good for you. You said you needed space. So why let him in again?”

Lily’s throat tightened. “Because he knows me.”

“That doesn’t mean he deserves you.”

“No,” Lily said, standing suddenly, voice sharp. “But it means I don’t have to explain everything. It means when I’m breaking, he doesn’t ask questions. He just shows up. And maybe it’s messed up. Maybe we’re a disaster. But he’s never once walked away from me when I needed him. Not once.”

Aria opened her mouth, but Lily was already stepping away, wiping her face, overwhelmed. And that’s when Emily found her. She didn’t ask anything. Just pulled Lily into a hug so tight it nearly cracked her in half. Lily’s shoulders shook. “She doesn’t get it,” she whispered into Emily’s hoodie. “No one gets it.”

Emily pressed her hand to the back of Lily’s head and whispered, “It doesn’t have to make sense to be love.” Lily sniffled. Emily kissed the top of her head. “Most love doesn’t.”

[augment-techs]

Jason (in a sleek red outfit not terribly unlike members of court in China or Japan at the turn of the eighteenth century, staring out into the courtyard of Drakkon's palace, overrun with alien war ships and downed sentries and foreign warriors running amuck while also trying to get into the fortified walls to seek an audience with Drakkon, despite the tyrant being off world to deal with another issue with the Interplanetary Defense): There's no place to hide, the walls won't hold, and I can't imagine what the Coinless are going through right now...

Adam (trying not to sound bored, as if this was something that hadn't happened at least four times already since Drakkon began his career as an eager young upstart amongst intergalactic tyrants and empires): Hiding was never an option, and it would be a fool's jest to try and run. You're forgetting that humans have quite a few more tricks up their sleeves than just bluster and cowardice and self-interest.

Jason: Drakkon--

Adam (scrunching his nose in distaste but still smiling not unlike a sly cat): Is not available at the moment to punish me for that comment or deny the truth of it. Nor First Division, or Second, or the rest. There is only the lot of us sad and forgotten Eights that go utterly unnoticed in the grand scheme of things. And what a boon that will be by the time this is done!

Jason: ...I don't understand.

Adam: You don't have to. You just need to continue to sit on the throne and pretend to know what you're doing, as if you you've always been in command of this sorry situation you've been thrown into by the universe and its funny sense of humor and let my Captain and my comrades do our jobs.

Jason (finally allowing himself to look somewhere between afraid and justified in his anger at this predicament): You're not warriors, though! You're not fighters or techs or powerful in any way! The meager amount of Power you get for your suits doesn't even hold a candle to what is necessary to fight off even one band of Hartunians, let alone the entire envoy they've brought along to take over. How can I be expected to act like nothing's wrong when I've seen what Eighth Division does and none of it is something that can be used to defend against a full scale world invasion?!

Adam (taking a deep breath in pantomime, waving for Jason to do much the same before setting a hand on his shoulder like the man was still that teenager who got rattled to his care at facing monsters sent by Rita while still having a curfew set by his parents): See, Jason, that's where you're wrong. We have everything we need; not to defend against an invasion, but to stop it from happening in the first place. It is not an invasion yet, merely a show of force from one blustering egomaniac towards the palace of another that isn't even here right now. The King of Hartunia will come down in less that an hour from his ship, probably with his Queen--who hates him, too, I should add--to seek an audience with who they think is Drakkon or at least the next best thing; you, the one he's courting. Which, to an asshole like that, is just as good as a Queen or Regent. All you have to do is be polite and a little pompous and keep the king talking.

Jason (still wanting to argue, still so very out of his depth and afraid and wishing more than ever that he had his coin instead of a collar around his neck, or golden bracelets he couldn't take off; rubbing his face to feel at the smooth skin still fresh from a shave he'd had before the first explosion went off and he was lucky Adam had nerves of steel and didn't cut into his jaw): And what will you and your Captain and Eighth Division be doing?

Adam (giving an even wider, sneaky grin, before turning around like a showman, arms stretched out and away from him as he walked off to the wing of the throne room with the little old fashioned strings and buttons and bells that lead to other places that only Eighth Division ever seemed to be aware of, given that they were always the ones fulfilling the needs of Drakkon and everyone else, whether they knew it or not): Everything else. Do not worry~

Tagged by: @ajgrey9647

Tagging: @lordkingsmith @skyland2703 @madhare0512 @estel-eruantien and anyone else who might like to try.

Your phrase is: Oh please, please, please, please.

Bonus phrase: Huh. That actually felt...good.

Character voice tag game

Line provided by @vyuntspakhkite-l-darling: "We have to Go"

(With characters from TCOT and I'll reblog with J&R Side WIP)

Kasi: Please, go.

Xhaazi (Shady): Let's get out of here!

Chrin: Come on, let's go!

Sokuna: We can't stay here!

Mouse: Can we leave yet?

Marril: Hurry up.

Viasaki: *just picks you up and leaves*

Kila: If you spend another second staring at that wall I will Feed you to the wolves

Shyre: Please, we need to leave, now.

(I will be doing these for a while because I am now obsessed)

@ajgrey9647 @smudged-red-ink @clever-naming-convention and anyone who wants to, your phrase is: "I can't do this anymore"

[kisskiss-slashslash]

Hi 🫶

I have a smut/fluff request!

How about reader safewording?

Could be combined with Aftercare fluff!

I would appreciate this with Michael Myers & Jason

Ask and ye shall receive!

Warnings: Mild smut, choking kink and spanking for Michael

Minors DNI

Slasher‘s s/o using the safeword

Michael Myers

He has you bent over the kitchen counter, his fist closed around your throat, tight enough for you to feel the pressure, but not so tight that you would be unable to speak. The other hand keeps smacking your ass over and over again, in tandem with his thrusts.

However, that last one…

„L...Loomis.“

Using „Loomis“ as a safeword was your idea. The second one, in fact. The first had been „Laurie“, but you and Michael agree that even mentioning his sister during sex would be weird.

Michael pulls out and gives you a moment to catch your breath. His hand lingers on your sore ass cheek, gently running his thumb over it to soothe it.

You turn around and lean your forehead against his chest. Without much effort, he lifts you into his arms and carries you over to the living room, where he carefully puts you down and wraps you up in a blanket. Then he motions for you to wait a moment and disappears into the kitchen again, and soon after that returns with a glass of water.

A lot of Michael‘s affections tend to feel mechanical and like he is just following a mental checklist of what he is supposed to do. But that means that he is putting in serious effort for you. Being kind and caring does not come easily to him, because... well, he usually isn't, but for you, he wants to be kind, and show you he cares.

He situates himself on the couch so you can rest your head on his thigh, and turns on the TV. While his eyes never leave the flickering screen, his hand rubbing gentle circles at the nape of your neck show that his attention is still on you.

Jason Voorhees

It is hard to convince him to do anything that would require a safeword in the first place. Though given his size and superhuman strength, a safeword is a good idea even during vanilla sex.

He is looming over you, his hands weighing down the mattress on both sides of your head, and you feel his impressive girth slip in and out of you. Leaning down on you, he picks up the pace, seemingly forgetting that you are a tad more fragile than him. He slams into you so hard you can almost feel all of your bones rattle, and finally gasp:„Camper!“

Jason stops, looking at you worried, and pulls out.

You take a deep breath. „A bit too rough, sweetheart.“

He cups your face in his huge hands and looks at you apologetically.

„It‘s fine. I‘m not hurt. But can we stop for today?“

He nods, understanding completely, and lowers himself next to you, before gathering you into his arms and holding you like a precious treasure.

You pepper gentle, soothing kisses onto his neck and chest, knowing that he needs comfort and reassurance just as much as you do.

[whiskehorange]

Hi, I’m so sorry to bother you but I’ve been feeling down lately and I really enjoy reading ur blog. Is it ok if you do Jason, micheal, bubba Thomas, Brahms ,pyramid head, asa and Harry warden if possible with an S/O who’s usually happy and willing and all of a sudden she breaks down one day bawling on the couch or something and she didn’t know they were there, not wanting to make them upset or sad? Sorry if it’s really sad, I just need a lil love, I love u and ur blog! Thank you! Take your time and drinks lots of water!

Jason

Uhm, excuse me bitch what in the fuck is going on? You gave you the right to scare the shit out of Jason like that?

When he first came home the weeping made him freeze. He was positive it wasn’t you, he had never even seen you frown before so this absolutely cannot be your crying. Yet, as he walked in to see you whip around, tears streaming down your face as you look at him in pure shock you almost send him falling backwards

He doesn’t even care what made you cry of feel this way he’s going to be up your ass the entire day. Coddling, kissing, rubbing, and doing any and all for of comforting that he knows how to do

Jason absolutely hates seeing you cry, especially as hard as you did. You’re more than welcome to talk to him about it for as long as you want whenever you want and all he will do is listen and comfort you

Jason is a very physically affectionate man, even though he is a bit hesitant at first, so when you feel yourself in a time like this, you bess’ believe that he’s going to be around you 24/7. Even a few days after that, he needs to be your therapist (which he’s real good at)

Michael

You won’t be able to see it, but Michael is panicking and sweating bullets underneath that mask. It’s an immediate fight or fight response

Michael, overall, isn’t too good with handling other peoples emotions, so don’t be surprised when he doesn’t come to you right away for any sort of comfort in those "typically ways"

Hugging, coddling, cuddling, and any typeof caressing is going to come later in the day when things have begun to quiet down. Not only is he completely unused to having to comfort you in anyway like this, but he's pretty pissed at whatever made you come to this point

The main thing Michael wants you to do is to talk to him, tell him what's wrong so that he knows just how to handle the situation: either to kill or to... not know what to do

It's very safe to say that he will get better with knowing how to comfort you if this does ever happen again, which he really hopes it won't.

Bubba

There is a lot that can make Bubba cry, at this is one of the times he wasn't expecting to. Everyday, no matter how hard it was for him, he knew he could count on your cheery face to great him when he comes running back inside

His first reaction is to panic; he's never been put in this sort of situation before with you and he really doesn't know how to approach you. He sort of just sits awkwardly next to you and whines

Comfort does eventually find your way with pets and hugs, there aren't really any verbal affirmations he can give you, but for what he lacks in communication he can make up with physical affection one way or another

A downside to Bubba, however, is that he almost has an out-of-sight-out-of-mind personality realistically. So don't get too upset if when you have some space from him that same day that he'll sort of forget you've been upset

In that case, be prepared for the exact same meltdown when he figures out how upset you've been for the second time

Thomas

Thomas' defense mode in immediately activated. Never would he have thought that he would have to be on the comforting side so you'll have to give him a minute, but it really isn't even that long

He's gentle and patient, he knows what its like to feel such extreme motions and most of all that they are pretty hard to get out, so take your time and he'll be here with you until you're back up on your feet. Literally

To say you scared him would be an understatement, but he pushes that aside to genuinely make sure that you are not physically hurt, because if that was the case whoever did it should be the one scared

Instead, Thomas has somewhere quiet for you to go with him, the least he would want is for Hoyt to complain about such "loud" crying in the house. It's better for him to give out physically comforting, too!

His go to's are hugs and petting/caressing, it's what he would want. It's comforting to say the least, but the fact that you can't even breath right doesn't go down well when he's crushing your spinal cord in a bear hug

Braham

However oblivious, he's oddly able to tell that you're acting different before you even get the chance to melt down. From all of the time spent watching you from within the walls, you can say that he knows you like the back of his hand

Brahms has absolutely no clue how to address you. Of course he's fended for himself for a long time but any sort of emotional help is foreign to him

He'll come around, of course, the moment that you do breakdown he's by your side and he's ready to do just about anything you tell him to do but he's on edge

However, the sort of comfort you will get from him will be physical, it's the best way he can quickly show any form of care for you that he thinks will work. Brahms absolutely hates seeing you this way because he want to be able to fix the problem and he just doesn't know how

He insists that you tell him whats wrong as he holds you, curled up, in his lap. Gently caressing your head and face as he listens to your soft cries and explanation. It's the best he can do for you and he knows that that he'll have to pay close attention to when you baby him next, that way he's prepared for whenever this might happen next

Pyramid Head

What the fuck even? Pyramid Head isn't going to catch on too soon, but the moment he hears your cries from anywhere he is by your side immediately

He hates it the most out everyone on this list, and I mean that heavily. Not only does he go on rampages because he doesn't know what's wrong, but it pisses him off to no end that he doesn't know how to handle it

Pyramid Head wants so bad to be able to comfort you and understand what's made you this upset that he can come across as a little overbearing, but mainly clingy. He doesn't leave your side well after you've stopped crying and makes sure to keep an eye on you from now on so that he can possibly be there before this happens again

While he isn't able to properly communicate to you, a lot of his body language displays signs of uncomforted alongside you. Just about any emotion you feel he absorbs and feels it right with you, mainly because its his way of showing you that you're not alone and he's here to spend this time with you

Just please don't ever do that again it's so stressful he likes seeing you bubbly not sad omfg-

Asa

Asa is the most unreadable, really. He's able to keep his composure the entire time as you bawl your eyes out before him, but inside he's shaking up a little. He doesn't like seeing you upset whens it's not for play of course, so it comes as a bit of a surprise for even him

He's a little hesitant to comfort you because he is surprised, but is also just one of the most distant when it comes to comfort in this way, While being used to your much brighter personality, eventually he'll get better at it for for the time being, you don't have to deal with much of him

There is some physical reassurance, so you're not completely neglected, but Asa does have other things to do. He gently takes you in his arms and leads you up to the bedroom where he lays you down, caressing your head and covering you up

He'll leave to get you water or a drink and some other small things like your phone or a small snack if you haven't eaten, but mostly your phone so that you can call or text him if you need him. From there he'll shut the lights iff and let you get a bit of sleep

Asa stays in the house and cancels any outside plans for the day and makes sure that his phone's ringer is on at all times. By the time you call him for something he'll be up to your room before the ringtone even ends

Harry

Harry is most definitely clueless and will feel like he's going to cry right alongside you. Harry is not good at handling his own emotions let alone yours

He adored being around your bright and shining face everyday, it was something that could regulate his own and he clung to you like a moth to a lamp. So, you can only image the confusion and terror Harry experiences when he comes home to you the complete opposite

It's a very frantic sort of comfort that he gives you, moving from one thing to another to try to figure out what's wrong and what do to. It's really almost as if Harry feels your emotions stronger than you do, but he wants to do everything in his power to fix you

He comes home extra aware in the future, always prepared to be there by your side in hopes to deal with your feelings better, but he still doesn't like it at all. He goes out of his way to do more things around the house of for you in general to lessen up any stress, even if there was none in the first place

[redhoodieone]

His Girl Part 2

Warnings: Language, SMUT, heartbreak, and fluffiness.

“Jay…” Y/N breathes against Jason’s lips. Her eyes shift from his emerald eyes to his adorable pout. “You don’t want this with me. You shouldn’t want this with me.”

Jason pulls back from her and his face falls. The look of heartbreak pains Y/N, but she can’t help but feel the way she feels, because why would someone so attractive and perfect like Jason want with a short, chubby, and plain looking girl like her?

Jason lifts Y/N’s chin so they can see eye to eye. “I’ve wanted you since the day I met you. Sweetheart, when you first looked at me, I was done for. You know, I never believed in God. You know damn well I’m not the religious type, despite the jokes from the league who say I could have been a priest in another life,” he says with a small smile. He holds his hand up as if he’s taking an oath. “But I swear to God when I first saw you, I thought you were an angel. You stood there, you were lovely and gentle, and at that moment I knew something good had to exist in this fucked up world because you were brought into my life, and you made me want to be a better man...for you.”

“Dick’s right. He’s right about me. You don’t want me, Jay. I’m nothing special. I’m not beautiful. I’m not skinny. I’m not smart, funny, or even interesting,” Y/N admits.

“How can you even say that to me? Did you forget our talk last summer?” Jason says carefully, his gaze never breaking hers.

“I didn’t forget, Jay. I just don’t think we should start anything up between us. It’ll just-”

“So, what am I not good for you?” he snaps, his tone is harsh as he accuses her.

“What? No! I didn’t say that. Why are you so mad at me, Jay?” Y/N asks quietly.

“I’m not mad. I’m hurt,” Jason admits, before he decides he can’t stand the distance between them anymore. With both hands, he roughly grabs Y/N’s hips and pulls her body closer to his. He moves one hand up her back until he’s holding the back of her head; forcing her to keep her eyes on him. “Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to see you talk to other guys? Do you know how difficult it is for me to stand by and see these other assholes get to touch you, kiss you, and fuck you? Do you realize how close I’ve gotten to ‘accidentally’ shooting Dickie-bird in his balls just because you were flirting with him? I couldn’t stand it sweetheart, and I still can’t.”

Y/N’s eyes widen in surprise at Jason’s confession. The pull is too strong for both of them to ignore. Jason takes a chance and lowers his head to kiss Y/N. His lips are initially warm and rough, but they fit perfectly against her gentle and soft lips. The second Y/N kisses Jason back with as much fervor, he realizes his feelings couldn’t be one-sided.

The kiss wasn’t deep yet. They barely pull back enough to breathe before Jason takes the reins and rests his forehead against hers. He teases her by leaning in to kiss her but then pulling back when her lips chase after his. She inhales sharply when his scent fills her nostrils; his exotic, smoky woods, sandalwood, and spices make her weak in her knees that she has to hold both his forearms to keep herself steady. Luckily, Jason manages to hold her up, and he brings her close enough to grind his evident bulge against her core. “Please...please let me show you how much I want you. Let me show you how beautiful you are to me and how much I want all of you,” Jason whispers against Y/N’s lips.

Jason’s green eyes burn into Y/N’s eyes. She licks her lips. “Okay,” she breathes out.

Jason surges forward and slams his mouth against Y/N’s. He wastes no time licking her bottom lip, seeking entrance to taste her and have her in ways he’s always imagined. When she opens her mouth wider, he falls deeper when he realizes her taste is addictive, and he knows this can’t be the last time he’ll kiss her. Their tongues rub and stroke each other’s, and he bites her bottom lip.

He pulls back only to see if she wants more. The look of lust in her eyes is enough. He carefully pushes her backwards until the back of her knees tough the bed. She crawls up to her pillow so she can lie down, her hair fans out around her, creating an illusion of an angelic halo.

Jason looks down at Y/N with adoration. He knows for a fact he’s never looked at a woman like this. He knows she’s the first and will be the last woman he’ll look at like this.

He can tell she’s nervous to make the next move. He smiles softly and begins to undress himself. Kicking off his boots and socks, he shrugs off his jacket and his Kevlar armor. He notices she’s watching intently, biting her bottom lip.

Jason can’t help but smirk. Once he shoves down his pants, he’s left in just his boxer briefs, which nearly exposes how hard his cock is for her.

He crawls on the bed until he’s hovering above her. His hands move to her pajama pants, but he doesn’t pull them down just yet.

“Are you sure you want this?” Jason whispers to her. His voice is deeper and rougher.

Y/N nods her head. “Yes, I want you, Jay,” she whispers back.

Jason kisses her softly to help her relax. He tugs her pajama pants down to her knees. He pulls back from her lips and sits up when he realizes she’s not wearing any panties. He raises an eyebrow and smirks. “No panties?” he teases.

“I...I don’t like to sleep with underwear on,” she confessions shyly. He thinks it’s cute when she blushes.

“That’s perfectly okay, doll. Now that I know, maybe I can join you in bed sometime?”

Y/N giggles at that as she watches Jason move down until his face is in front of her pussy. She quickly sits up and tries to cover her modesty.

“Wait, you-you don’t have to do that. It’s okay. You don’t have to,” Y/N stammers.

Jason smiles softly at her. He quickly sits up to kiss her, to get her to relax. “I know I don’t have to, but I want to sweetheart,” he says, as he helps Y/N remove her top so she’s completely naked in front of him. His hands rub her arms, chest, and stomach, which seems to help her lie back down. “I want to eat you. I want to eat this delicious, wet pussy so much that you’ll be cumming all over my face.”

Y/N blushes more as Jason grins smugly and winks at her before he lowers himself back down to lick her folds. She gasps out in surprise and reaches down to grab his dark hair to tug.

“Oh God,” she whines out.

“Fuck baby girl, you taste so fucking good. You’re sweeter than apple pie,” Jason moans out.

He sucks her clit on the borderline of pain and pleasure, and when he releases it, he can see her pupils dilate with lust.  

Jason smiles against her pussy and uses his fingers to part her folds so he can circle her clit with his tongue. He knows he has experience going down on women, but he also realizes that every woman is different. Deciding to show her a few different ways to cum, he switches up his methods. As he continues to rotate between licking and sucking Y/N’s clit, he pushes a finger inside to warm her up. And with all the noise she’s making, he knows he’s on the right path.

“Oh fuck...Jay. Finger me harder,” Y/N pleads.

He keeps his eyes on her. When she tries to close her eyes, he slaps her thigh. “Keep your eyes on me, sweetheart. I wanna see you cum,” he demands.

Y/N opens her eyes, and it makes everything better for him. Just feeling how tight and wet she is drives his cock to twitch hard in his underwear. He adds a second finger and strokes up against her walls. He can feel she’s close to cumming just by her clenching his fingers. He licks and sucks her clit faster and harder, as he drives a third finger inside her and rubs against her g-spot. He has her now. She’s going to cum for him and he’s excited as fuck.

“Oh, fuck! Oh, my God! Jay! I’m cumming!” Y/N cries out. She sits up and pulls his hair harder.

Jason keeps his eyes on her and hums for her to go ahead and cum. He refuses to take his eyes and mouth off her. He needs her to cum.

With his fingers fucking her pussy loud enough to create that wet, sopping sound, Jason wraps his mouth against Y/N’s pussy to catch her cum. He moans in delight at her taste, and he can feel his cock leaking more precum in his underwear. Once she calms down from her hard orgasm, he quickly stands up and pulls down his underwear.

Y/N is stunned to see Jason’s cock. She knew he was big, partly because of his pants and boxer briefs displaying his rather big bulge. But seeing it in person and up close is different. She knows he’s above average, but his cock is thicker than she imagined. She swallows hard when the red, swollen tip leaks precum.  

Once Jason’s completely naked, he climbs on top of her. Y/N reaches to stroke his cock, but he gently moves her hand away. “As much as I’d like you to touch my cock and maybe suck on it, I don’t want to cum that way. I want to cum in you,” Jason says softly.

When his cock brushes against her pussy, Y/N knew she needs inside her. “I want you to cum inside me. Please...please fuck me,” she pleads.

Hearing her beg does something to him. Jason kisses Y/N hard and moves his hand between them to push his cock inside her. She gasps breathlessly as he groans at how well she’s taking him. She’s tight, warm, and wet, and he knows he’s not going to last long. He looks down at her and his heart swells at the fact that she’s looking up at him as if he is her world. His hands move all over her body, tracing scars and stretch marks, as her own nails scratch down his arms and back.

Y/N takes Jason by surprise when she bites his jaw and giggles when he nips her neck. The intimacy between them is what makes them happier in the moment. But when the tip of his cock brushes against her g-spot, she clenches around his cock, causing his thrusts from going slow to fast and hard now.

“Jay...fuck me harder. Faster, please,” Y/N begs breathlessly.

Jason’s hips slam into hers, his pelvic bone rubs deliciously against her clit. She squeezes around him again, and he knows he won’t be able to last longer. “Okay, sweetheart, okay,” Jason chokes out. He angles his thrusts to be deeper and to hit her sweet spot every time.

She wraps her arms around him and brings his face down to kiss him. He moans against her mouth, and not being able to breathe properly is doing something to him. He quickens his thrusts and moves a hand in between them to rub her clit hard and fast to match his thrusts.

Y/N and Jason break apart to breathe and she throws her head back. He watches in awe at her falling apart because of him, her orgasm takes him by surprise. She cries out his name. She cums hard around his cock and soaks him in her sweet juices that forces his own orgasm out of him.

“Fuck...Y/N, fucking Christ,” Jason moans loudly. He grunts hard and moans when he slams deeper inside her, coating her insides with his seed. He squeezes her hips and thrusts a few more times until he’s sure she’s gotten all his cream.

When he pulls his cock out, he can feel himself get hard again from just seeing his cum seep out of her pussy.

Jason inhales hard and collapses next to her. His arms instantly wrap around her, and she willingly cuddles against him. Fear runs through him, though. “Please be mine...” he dares to whisper. He wonders if she even heard him. The fear of rejection scares him more than anything right now.

“Yes, I’ll be yours,” Y/N whispers back. She kisses his chest and lies her head back down on him. She falls asleep to his even breathing and his hand rubbing her back.

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The next morning was a rude awakening for Dick Grayson. He couldn’t believe his own eyes. Out of him and his family, Jason was supposed to be the shallow, man whore who slept around with girl after girl every night. Jason was supposed to be less likely one to find a girl, actually fall in love with her and be serious. Because anyone who knows the Batboys knows each of them are viewed a certain way.

 Bruce is the playboy billionaire.

Dick is charming and sweet.

Jason is rough bad boy.

Tim is intelligent and kind.

Damian is a cute demon spawn.

And even Alfred is a badass savage.

 When Jason and Y/N announced their relationship, Dick smirked to himself. He knew there was no way Jason was ‘serious relationship material’ and he knew their relationship would end before it even started.

 He’ll fuck up. He always screws up because he inevitably fucks up everything he does, Dick thinks to himself. And once he does, I’ll be there for her, and she’ll be mine.

 But Jason never fucks up, not with Y/N. To everyone, Jason and Y/N are beautifully perfect together. Dick does manage to fix his friendship with Y/N, and the two are closer than they’ve ever been. It isn’t until after Jason and Y/N’s one year anniversary that Dick finally accepts their relationship.

 Because it wasn’t long until Jason got Bruce and Alfred’s blessing to propose to Y/N. The engagement ring is a beautiful black solitaire diamond, and the reason doesn’t confuse Dick at all, because Y/N isn’t like other diamonds.

 Their wedding is something out of a fairy tale storybook. Dick had to admit that seeing Y/N in a wedding dress made him cry, because he knew she would have the time of her life with Jason on the honeymoon.

 Three years later, Jason and Y/N announce they’re having their first child together, a boy, the news actually made Bruce tear up because Jason and Y/N were giving him his first grandson.

 Call it fucking karma, but Dick finally saw just how beautiful Y/N was, as a wife and a mother.

 But Dick was just a little too late.

 And now she was Jason’s.

 His girl.