#Jason falls for a man with a pure heart.

[dcxdpdabbles]

Hello ❤️

Can you please write something about Jason x Danny? Maybe something about Jason having a crush on this new guy (maybe Danny works in a library or helping people as a nurse) and just falling cause Danny is sincerely nice and isn't afraid of his Lazarus's rage

Jason first notices the new face volunteering at the soup kitchen when the guy hand-makes flour tortillas for the beans. Just like his mom used to make, alongside Mrs. Huerea before she got into drugs.

It's been years since he last had some, not because Alfred refuses to make it but because the butler never has the time.

It's usually a treat for Thanksgiving, Christmas, Hanukkah, or his birthday. Sometimes if Jason is lucky, there is another important holiday for the many members of Wayne Manor, and there is time for Alfred to get them done. He can have them more.

But mostly, Alfred had them store-bought.

That's why he wanders to the other man's line, mouth already watering as the volunteer piles smashed beans with cheese and tortillas onto plates. A name tag has a simple "Danny" on top of a white NASA shirt coupled with slightly baggy pants is the whole outfit of the stranger - odd in Gotham's winter time.

He offers Jason a smile, then, with a wink, places two more fresh tortillas on his plate.

Before he can say anything, Danny pushes the plate toward him. "I can tell you're a man who appreciates fine food. Take them. I can always make more. "

He jerks a thumb to the back, where a press awaits use. It looks just like Mrs. Huerea's iron-clad tool that, for a second, he's six again, early happy the women preparing for Christmas.

When his mother was sober, the Huereas had always opened their home to them. The elderly couple had always felt like grandparents to him.

"Thanks," He says around a forming grin. It matches Danny's.

Jason accepts the food with an excited thrill; for once, the memories of his mother are not so bitter and ruined. He moves out of the way for the next person, making a mental note to tell his men to ensure Danny gets home safely after his shift. It would be in his employee's way.

He does this often, assigning some Red Hood boys to make sure no one bothers any of the volunteers. Jason knows he can't get rid of all crime, not like Bruce believes, but he can at least protect those trying to make this place less of a shit hole.

He sits, savoring the flavor with great appreciation. He's got time to relax a little.

One of his Lieutenant is in the back, speaking to the director of the Soup Kitchen. This is one of Jason's protected areas, but to make sure people know it's not to be taken lightly, the Red Hood gang does require protection money.

He doesn't ask a lot but Jason knows that any place that doesn't have protection money is a bigger target. Of course he also here pretending to be hungry just to make sure the place is actually doing what they promised to do and feed people.

When Jason first took over, this particular place had been known to only give out half of the money they donated in food. The rest was going into the old director's pocket. When he caught wind of the senior director often refusing kids just to save money to steal, Jason quickly fed him to the fish.

His Lieutenant, Rogers, would not be able to recognize him. Jason was eating without a mask. What better disguise than his own dead face? Much less the other people in the soup kitchen.

Although he was meant to observe his surroundings for any funny business, Jason glued his eyes on Danny the entire time. It seemed the man had an easy smile for everyone and a calming personality that seemed to put even the most hostile at ease.

Snow. Jason thinks while watching Danny make more tortillas while chatting with a street kid until the young girl feels she could make one. He lets her round the table easily, showing her how to press down on the metal lever with the same soft ease. He's like pure white snow.

He would not last long in Crime Alley. Nothing pure ever does.

Jason fishes his food, unable to look away from what he knows would be a broken man in only a few weeks.

He leaves just as Rogers returns to the front clutching a brown bag. It looks like he didn't need to worry about the upkeeping of this place. He needs to check on the other kitchens in his territory before the day is out.

After three other Kitchens, Jason is satisfied that he's secured two. He must send Rogers to the last one because a few girls seemed uncomfortable with the leering crew. He'll have the creeps removed by this Friday.

He's swinging around as Red Hood on his normal patrol when he catches sight of Danny again. It's close to two in the morning, so he's surprised to see the other man cheerfully strolling about without any signs of exhaust.

He's also not wearing warm clothing despite the snow slowly falling around them. The only difference between what he was wearing earlier is the large black backpack. Jason half wonders if Danny only has nothing else to wear until the man pauses at an alley entry.

He crouches down, unzipping his bag, before pulling out a plastic-wrapped package. Jason watches him cautiously walk into the alley, following on the roofs out of curiosity.

His eyes widen when he spots a young boy hiding behind a trash bin, squishing himself against the wall as Danny carefully approaches him.

Jason hadn't seen the kid when he had passed by earlier, likely due to the boy knowing how to hide himself in the shadows. How had Danny seen him?

"Go away!" The boy yells when Danny gets too close for comfort. Jason's hackles rise, pulling out his gun in case he needs to intervene. He remembers the days when the sound of approaching footsteps to his hiding places in the streets meant.

Danny stops just on the other side of the trash bin. He places the package on top of it and backs away quickly. "I don't mean to bother you. But I thought you could use these. Stay warm, and if you need to escape the snowstorm, go to the address in the right pocket."

The boy doesn't answer, and Danny doesn't seem to wait for one. He leaves with quick strides. Jason watches him from the roof, noticing he returns to a slow stroll once he's back on the main street.

Below, the street kid carefully pulls the plastic bag towards him once he knows Danny is gone. He unwraps the bag only to gasp in delight at the jacket, gloves, hat, scarf, and socks inside. He quickly slips them on, burying himself in the small amounts of warmth they offer him.

Jason watches the boy for a few minutes before jumping down. The kid scrambles away until he realizes it's Rood Hood. Everyone knows that he won't harm street kids.

"Hey," He says, noting that the boy's new clothes seem to be made from expensive material, all in black and neon green. "Do you have somewhere warm to sleep tonight? Snowstorm is coming."

"I can handle it." The boy scoffs despite the shivers that wrack his body.

"I know you can. But it's not safe out here" He kneels at the boy's eye level. He seems about twelve, likely new to the streets since he has yet to find proper shelter. Dirty blond hair and dark, weary brown eyes stare back at him as Jason offers. "Let me get you somewhere safe."

"I won't go back to the stupid system."

"Nah, that shit's broken. I got a safe house for you to crash in."

The boy thinks it over. "Just us?"

Jason isn't a mind reader to know what the kid fears. "No. It's full of other people."

It takes a few more minutes, but eventually, he convinces Max to follow him. They travel across Crime Alley to one of the empty warehouses he had turned into an illegal shelter. Inside are various Red Hood gangsters passing out blankets and setting up cots for people from the streets to sleep.

The heaters are on, but a few still refuse to remove their warm clothing- likely in fear of theft or that it proves an extra layer of comfort- as they settle down.

Max thanks him as the boy rushes to a corner that seems to be taken over by children. He doesn't approach the others to speak to, but he looks more comfortable picking a cot close to them. Jason's eyes widen slightly when he realizes that all seven children are wearing some form of the Black and Neon Green outfits Danny had given Max.

Rogers strolls up next to him, nodding his chin at the children. "Some street kids have been saying a man is offering them free supplies. He doesn't ask for anything in return and leaves them alone with they tell him to. His calling card is the little neon green ghost he places on each item. Want me to take a few of our boys and check him out?"

Jason grunts. "No need. I already know who it is. He seems like a non-threat."

Rogers appears flabbergasted for only a few seconds before pulling himself together. "If you say so, boss."

Jason turns to stare at the man, and Rogers raises his hands. "All I'm saying is that it's a little odd how good the guy is at spotting street kids."

"How good is he?"

"It's like he can see in the dark. He might be a meta."

Jason thinks back to Danny walking around in his light clothes like it's the middle of summer instead of winter and finds some weight in the meta-theory. "I'll pay him a visit soon."

Rogers lets the matter drop, even if he is confused by Jason's involvement. Usually, he has some of the newest members of the youngest ones who reckon a personable target- or new recruits.

But something about Danny called out to Jason. He couldn't say it, but the man's snow-like personality eased the Pit Rage in him. Strangely it felt like Danny was the calm winter promising rest to the wounded parts of Jason's soul.

He didn't want to see Danny's pure heart ruined by this city.

Jason wonders if he could keep it safe and if Danny will even give him the chance to try.

He hopes so. Danny has such a lovely smile.

[bruciemilf]

Diana grows up learning the spirit of Themyscira lives in every Amazon. In whatever shape, in whatever form they come.

She's there for every clay forging. She blesses the adorable lump of clay, slowly starting to take shape of something close to a person.

She thinks of Mother's tapestries, the pictures in her books. Of Ares and Zeus, fathers of all fathers. And she thinks who needs Gods when you have sisters?

Sisters accept you and protect you. Sisters are your blood that walks and breaths and laughs. And Diana knows there's tribes that don't accept certain Amazons.

Just because you're born among them doesn't mean you belong.

But for her, it's different. "If they're on the island, they're one of ours. Amazons don't forget their own."

There's a man on the beach shore, with eyes full of sand.

Diana's more curiosity than woman. When her sisters poke at the strange figure with their feet, trying to wake him, or check for life, she simply turns him him to check.

He's young; Hair as darks as nightsky. His face is pale, almost pearly. It reminds her of moonlight, softly spilling down the ocean when it's completely dark.

Her hands wipe away salty water from long, elegant lashes, and looks for a heartbeat down his chest. There's a strange symbol on it. Diana's hands feel like ice.

The Bat makes a noise, a whine, too fragile for a man. But maybe he's more. " We must take him in."

" This is not a place for men."

" No. But it can be a place for brothers."

He's almost frail, wrapped in furs and skins and blankets. His whole body is tense, even in this state of vulnerability. As if he's burdened even in sleep.

But there's names whispered to Diana at night, when she changes sweat soaked shirts, when she tinkers with the belt laid next to him. " Jay. Timmy. Dick. Cass. Duke. Dami."

Perhaps they're his Gods. Or maybe something more important.

When the Bat wakes, he doesn't remember much of anything. He looks at Diana with such wounded eyes, like a beloved deer waiting to feed the tribe and be celebrated for her sacrifice.

The sisters avoid him. Mother knows telling Diana to stay in line would be useless. Besides, she might not be aware of it, but her gaze does soften when he shyly asks for something to read.

He doesn't speak much. Diana does, thought. " Jason, Cass, Dick," she tests the name. So very strange sounding, but comfortable in her tongue. " Are they your lovers?"

The Bat's eyes widened slightly. The mango she brought him fill up his cheeks, making his face round, and her chest warm. " ...No. I don't know what they are but, -- but they're in my heart. They're my loves."

A random flicker of hope passes through her chest.

"Maybe we could go look for them someday. Bring them here."

"Yes," he let's her hand fall in his. They're almost like hers, if not a big broader. Scarred and beaten and cracking. The labor of love. " Maybe we will."

♡♡♡

Jason's body is restless. It's been restless for a year, like a beast getting hunted. Hoping while dying. He's no stranger to that.

" Dick."

His brother's pure sunshine, usually. Or pretends to be. He's got no strength to act anymore. No more power. Gotham is missing its heart.

"I found him."

" Jay, you're upset. I know you are, but,--"

" Dick," He breaths, hard, lungs pumping adrenaline, " When Bruce dies, I'll feel it. I'll bleed all over Gotham again. He's alive. I know he is. And we're going after him."

Dick's voice collapses, in a rare, painful moment of truth. He's not Nightwing, or Batman, or Robin. He's Jason's big brother. He's a legacy of ruin. " You're not the only one who loved him."

"Maybe. But I'm the only one who'll find him. Even if I have to burn my path."

[hanihazeljade]

Three Weeks

As the snow fell into the streets of Gotham, covering her land with white sheet, he stepped out of the plane. He shivers. He missed the deadly coldness of his hometown. The pollution never seemed to change back when he left 7 years ago. He sighed, white mist blowing out of his mouth. He will only need to stay here for three weeks. Three weeks and he will go back to Japan.

After many years of being away to his adopted family, Tim comes back to Gotham for Cassandra and Stephanie's wedding.

(CW: flashbacks, negligence, swear words, a badass Timothy)

Tim looks outside of the bus. His eyes watch the streets of Gotham. Christmas lights are on as it was 5 days away from Christmas. He watched and watched, like he always did, as classical music blasted to his airpods until the bus hit the stop to Bristol.

In all honesty, he could ask Alfred to fetch him but the man is now too fragile to his liking to be doing him favours. He rather takes the 40 minute walk from the station to Wayne Manor. He doesn’t mind the cold, he actually prefers to be freezing every single moment of his life. He doesn’t want to be reminded of the burning desert in Iraq.

With his suitcase on his tow, he started walking to the peaceful street of Bristol. The snow gently falls into his face and quickly melts but some falls into his lashes and brows and he couldn’t bring himself to wipe it off. He likes the small blur on his sight, it shows that he doesn’t have to stay vigilant in this city. Twenty minutes into the walk, he saw the Drake Manor, still in its pristine shape, hopefully. He walked as he tried to look past the gates of the once house of his, snow is piling up but he will be visiting it once he gets his stuff unpacked.

As he starts to get closer and closer to the Wayne Manor, nostalgia hits him. The good memories flood his mind. Bruce giving them a small pat or rarely hugs, Dick trying to spoil all of his siblings, Cass putting glitter bombs to the most unique places together with Stephanie, Jason joking his death again and again, Damian giving them Alfred the Cat as a stress reliever, and Alfred giving them hot cocoa on the worst days and cookies on the best.

But obviously, if it's all just good memories, he will not leave Gotham. The bad to the worst memories starts to resurface. The threat of Arkham, the throat-slitting episode, the pushing to his death story, the I choose to follow Batman rather than to be honest with you thing, the hellish training with Lady Shiva and many more that he couldn’t remember. He shook his head to remove those memories. It’s been more than a decade since that happened and he has healed already. No need to reopen old wounds.

His time in Japan definitely made him more aware that he doesn’t need other people to love him. He can just do it himself. He starts to sleep for more than 6 hours a night. He eats three times a day, sometimes with a balanced diet, sometimes just pure sodium for ramen or just straight up scooping Nutella out of the jar. He now prioritises himself over others. He works for himself and not to get approval from anyone. He is now him, just Tim. A simple Tim that loves to photograph and now be the object of his photographs. 

Many things change over the course of time. He forgives the Waynes but he will never call himself one. Waynes never treats him like family, except for Cass, bless her pure heart, and he is now giving it back, the treatment of an acquaintance. Not family. Not friends. But acquaintances. That’s all the Waynes are to him now. Because god forbid that his teenage self is simply obsessed with them. He rolled his eyes on the thought.

As he was letting his thoughts wander, he finally arrived at the prestigious Wayne Manor. The gates are open so he let himself into the other five minute walk of the driveway. As he stared at the old oak wood door, he sighed, trying to compose himself as he will be in their presence for the next three weeks. After trying to console himself, he knocks hoping that it will be Alfred who will open the door for him. After a few minutes of waiting on the porch, the door opened, revealing the foyer of the Manor and Alfred standing in front of him.

“Hi, Alfred.” Tim smiled at the old man.

Alfred, still in shock but smiled back to him, “Welcome back, Master Tim.”

And then suddenly there is a commotion behind Alfred, making the two gentlemen on the doorway look. It shows Damian and Jason. Seems like the two are trying to race to see which one will get to the door first. Childish competitions, like what brothers do. Jason and Damian look at them, first to Alfred and next to Tim. And he looked back at them, giving them a gentle smile.

“Hi, Timmerly. You look different.” Jason spoke out of the blue.

“Thank you, Jason.” He said, “You look different, too.” he added. Jason has indeed changed. The white stripe of hair due to the dip is still there but the face and the body itself evolved. Jason looked taller than he last saw him, The tight wool sweater emphasises the bulk body of Jason. And that face of his, is always exceptional but more relaxed.

There he heard a cough and gave his attention to the person. “Timothy, you look alright.” Damian said, standing in his glorious 6 foot 3. His tanned skin is honeyed perfection and his build is more similar to Bruce and Jason. Green eyes looked at him like it was captivating his soul. The Demon Brat is gone and was replaced by a hulking man.

He was shocked for a fleeting second before replying, “Thank you, Damian.”

“Young Masters, as much as I like that the three of you are conversing like normal human beings, Master Timothy needs to go inside first. It is freezing out there.” Alfred interrupts them and tells Jason and Damian that he is still indeed on the porch. Jason without waiting a moment, went and grabbed his suitcase and he proceeded to go inside the manor. 

Tim asked Alfred, “Where will Jason put my suitcase?”

“In your room, Master Tim. I mean, your old room.”

“Oh.” He just said as he took off his scarf and coat and gave it to Alfred, as he left the three on the foyer.

He starts walking into the Manor and walks past the library with the rest that didn’t meet him on the door. Steph and Cass are cuddling each other on the couch while Bruce is on the loveseat fiddling something in the tablet, probably about Wayne Enterprise, and Dick is on one of the bean bags that is scattered in the library. The first one to notice him is Cass, of course.

“Little brother, welcome.” She said as she reached out one of her arms to him. Her acknowledgement of his presence makes everyone in the room aware of his existence.

“Timmy!” Dick shouted as went to him and hugged him. It kinda still startled him a little bit, but he awkwardly hugged Dick back. 

Bruce gave him a smile, “Welcome back, Tim.”

Steph hit his back, “When Cass actually told us that you will come for our wedding, we didn’t believe her.“

Tim touched the spot Steph hit, “I would not miss it for the world.” Then he walked to Cass, “Hey, sis.” Cass smiled back at him. “Winter wedding, really?” 

“Hey, winter weddings are beautiful. And Cass will look like an angel.”

“And you are the demon that made Cassandra fall down from heaven.” A voice joined them, it’s Damian.

“Hey! That’s mean!”

The chaos and noises are relatively relaxing but when he yawns, he excuses himself. “Going to sleep, Timmy?” He nodded and replied with, “Jetlagged.”

Tim tried to remember where his room was. And thank god, he found it with no anomalies. He entered the room and saw the room that he left. The room is completely gone with cans of energy drinks or packaging of junk foods. The bed is comforting as he remembers, he saw his suitcase next to the nightstand. He opens it and gets a fitted cashmere turtleneck and fleece sweatpants. He took a quick shower and changed. He laid down on the bed and let sleep take him.

 He woke up the sun already down and darkness already took the city. He grabbed his phone and looked at what time it was. 8:05 am. Huh?? Oh, his phone is still in the Japanese Time Zone. He quickly changes it and freshens up. He looked at the wide mirror in his bathroom, and assessed himself. He knows he changed when he moved to Japan. His toned body was dissolved into a more lean one. His hair was maintained into a shoulder length, but his hair is shining with a red undertone in the right light. He has an ear piercing. His face was more round and yet still sharp. He got taller but still the smallest to Wayne, even Cass is taller than him. No, he is not salty about it.

He scooped up a handful of water and splashed his face and hair. Once he could feel his rationality and sanity came back to him, he dried his face and went down to the kitchen. He needs something to ingest in his body, anything. He saw Alfred was making something in the kitchen.

“Master Tim, you are finally awake. Will you please call the others for dinner?”

“Sure, Alfred.”

He found everyone in the largest living room. Damian and Dick playing chess, Damian is winning. Stephanie is doing something together with Duke. Bruce is with Cass flipping in the catalogue of whatever they still need to add to the wedding.

“Hey, Alfred told me to get you all. Dinner is ready.”

Dinner is rather peaceful, but rather uncomfortable. Whenever his eyes linger for a little second longer on a dish, Dick is already putting it on his plate. Damian kept on giving him a piece of whatever Damian thought he liked. Jason is spoon feeding him on dishes on what Jason thinks he will like. If this continues, he will be fat and as a model he would rather not have that. The Japanese Modelling World is so strict when it comes to thinness of their own.

But after that dinner, he sighed as walked to his room, he grabbed a velvet box and went to what he thinks is Cass' room.

He knocked, then he opened the door. Waynes are known for just busting your door open before coming in, because apparently, privacy is a social construct. Tim is not a Wayne anymore and also he is one of the decent people who actually knocks before coming inside of someone’s personal space.

“Hey Cass. I got you something.” he said as he looked at his sister.

“What is it?”

Instead of answering, he pulled a velvet box and gave it to Cass. Cass accepts it and opens the blue velvet box, revealing a silver hair comb pin. Cass looked at him with huge eyes. He smiled at his sister, “My mother wore that at her wedding. She says my grandmother and my great grandmother also wear that to their wedding, and I feel like I am not the rightful owner of such a piece.”

Cass hugged him. He missed how tight Cass hugs him. The comfortable warmth that brings pleasant memories only, none of those scorching heat of Iraq. Maybe, maybe he can stay here for three weeks for Cass. For Cass.

[marshmallow---pillow]

Bestie do you have any AK!jason headcanons 🫶🏽

I don't really write about Arkham Knight Jason per se, but I do write about the Robin/Post Rescue version of him, I'll just share some headcanons about him from my AUs

Thank you for the ask!

Jason in my fics, has been rescued earlier than canon, and is about 15/16-ish

•If he was small from malnutrition, starvation made him smaller, so he's a short kid, and likes to curl up in small, dark places, the closet, under the bed, and any cramped nooks. He feels safe there, hidden away from cruel hands and angry words. (Credits to @prowlsic for this HC)

(Slade makes sure the floor is carpeted and the closet is stocked with the softest blankets and cushions—to not aggravate the kid's bone pain, also because the boy has severe fatigue from prolonged starvation, stress, and resulting hormonal imbalances, and is liable to fall asleep anywhere he feels safe, be that in one of the cramped kitchen cabinets, and eventually under Slade's bed and there have been several incidents involving Slade nearly having a coronary when he can't find the kid. On the other hand, this is the most amount of pillows and soft bedding he's owned his entire life. )

•That's not to say that the rage isn't there, Jason's a kid who's lost precious years to torture, which has left several almost dehablitating physical injuries as well as mental ones, of course he's angry, at the world, at the people who let him get hurt, at the one man who painted him as his saviour and gave him a home in the name of pure altruism and then just short of demanded Jason to become Robin. ( Robin was earning a place at a rich-man's home, a promise he wouldn't be kicked out), hence very prone to violent out-bursts, which are directed more towards himself than the world around him, over the most mundane things—a bad day with tremors when he can't hold anything for too long, a stray piece of clothing, and it ends up in screaming and then tears and a terrified kid hiding for days. And that's once assured that Slade doesn't plan to kick him out, (and that's another can of worms about apprenticeship and use that Slade has to tackle eventually), even if he's convinced that physical reprimand is Democles sword on his neck.

(He was a flight risk in the first few weeks, and managed to break out of Slade's high -security safehouse twice, only to be brought back unconscious, the kid's malnourished body couldn't carry him far.)

About Slade, here's the thing, he loved his kids, it wasn't enough. And for a kid as traumatized as Jason, he's agonized over the prospect of getting the kid better care, but he couldn't bring himself to. After several outbursts and tears and the heart-breaking pleas, he finally cracks and looks up help, to deal with a kid as hurt as Jason, articles, books ,research papers, any resources he can get his hands on—and it does help. It doesn't solve everything, but they can now acknowledge what's wrong, and attempt to resolve it.

•In the beginning, the kid's a ghost, you won't find him unless he wants you to, courtesy of his Robin training. Eventually, at the lack of repercussions, the kid slowly, painstakingly gets out of his shell, seeking out Slade for silent company, pressing to his side whenever Slade's doing something. And Slade takes the hint, and at one occasion, ruffles the kid's hair, making sure to telegraph his moves, Jason still stalls, and then remains painfully still, and when he moves he's trembling, barely breathing, making Slade think that he's done something wrong, but then he breathes, as if letting out a breath he'd been holding in for too long.

And something changes, suddenly the kid's seeking touch all the time, hair ruffles, pressing to Slade's side as he reads, and hugs, and Slade makes sure he isnt the one to let go, soon it graduates to strangely endearing gestures, headbutting Slade gently, bringing over whatever he was doing to do it in Slade's company, and then curling up against Slade after a nightmare, then it becomes routine, and Jason slots at his side as if he always belonged there, demanding hairpets, and ofcourse how could Slade deny him that.

• In Summer, he likes to wear soft, thin, breathable clothes, mostly large T-shirts and the like because the burn injuries have screwed with his ablity to thermoregulate, badly. For the exact same reason, his room and workplace is always stocked with water bottles.

(My HC for Arkham Knight is that he should have some modifications in his armor to assist in thermoregulation, lest he pass away from heat-stroke or hypothermia.)

Similarly for Winters, he'll bundle up in the softest, woollen sweaters, hoodies and blankets he can find. Which are—alot for some reason, fluffy ones, he didn't take Slade for a cold person, since he burns like a furnace. Even for Jason's mostly non-functional thermoreceptors, a delightful observation once Jason's convinced he won't be touched, not that way.

(Slade's absolutely not a cold person, Jason remains none-the-wiser)

Their home is safe and warm, there's cocoa and marshmallows for bad days and the good ones, there might be tears and unkind dreams, but there's laughter too. Their rag-tag family isn't in anyway perfect, but they make do with what they have.

Sorry if this wasn't what you were asking for, I tend to write more hurt/comfort and fluff, if you wanted angst, you can find really good HCs here.

[jqhotchner]

bloom

one

not proof read

eddie and yn have known each other for a long time. when eddie first moved in with his uncle wayne, he was nothing but a scared kid who had been abused by his father and abandoned by his mother.

yn had known of the munson family. her father being the chief of police, she’s witnessed eric munson in the back of her fathers police car countless times. her father tried to keep her clear of criminals, but a lot of times he didn’t have a babysitter. she’d ride in the front seat of his vehicle and sometimes arrested scumbags like mister munson.

she’d seen eddie around, ultimately they weren’t in the same crowd though. yn had always been popular! all kids wanted to be friends with the chief of police daughter. she’s funny, kind, nice, and grew into a beautiful young woman.

yn seen eddie around with his short hair and battered up clothing. he was shy, stayed clear of large crowds. yn had no idea it was mostly due to being beaten down by his father, mentally and physically. once his dad was arrested for good, she’d notice a change in the boy.

eddie was louder, more vibrant, very confident. it was like he was a new person! he ended up growing his hair out, listening to loud music, and even formed a band in middle school! people already expecting him to become a two bit criminal like his father! but eddie had dreams! he was gonna get out of the shitty town of hawkins indiana and make something of himself.

yn liked that about eddie. it’s why they soon became friends right after! no one understood why someone as pretty and smart as yn could wanna hang out with someone as timid and dark as eddie, but they just made sense. soon enough, they fell in love! eddie didn’t get the courage to ask her out until his sophomore year of high school.

he tried to bury his feelings in cigarettes, weed, beer, music, and random one night stands, but in the end, he needed her more than ever.

it started off when she was asked out by none other than jason carver. yn saying yes, do to pure pressure from her friends—and the social norms of a cheerleader dating a jock—she didn’t want to though. always waiting for eddie to notice her! and he did.

eddie had been mean in the end. trying to push his best friend away, ignoring her, dodging her calls, getting wayne to cover for him. this only results in her feeling like she wasn’t enough and hating herself. wayne had been the one to talk some sense in him, shaking his head at the boy in the process, until he finally went to the hopper household and confessed his feelings for the girl of his dreams!

they dated soon after, eddie falling more and more in love with her. he still couldn’t believe he had the prettiest girl in hawkins high. she loved him back. eddie, the boy this shitty town already labeled a good for nothing trailer trash boy. yn saw more than that though. eddie was the perfect man in her eyes.

though, jim hopper heart broke when he found out his eldest child was dating—broke even more finding out eleven and mike were dating—his daughters were growing up and he didn’t like it. but he loved seeing the smiles on their faces.

eddie had been more experienced than yn. yn only ever going as far as kissing, eddie didn’t wanna rush into anything. when they finally did go further, eddie made sure to be gentle and care for her like she knew he would.

yn only fell harder for eddie. he made her feel like she’s the only girl in the world. it’s why when a few years go by and she’s holding a pregnancy test, she’s frightened that eddie would think less of her, would leave her, blame her. she doesn’t know who to turn to besides her father.

when she officially told her dad, he was ready to tear eddie munson a new one! he thought the worst from the way she was crying. but, when she stated he didn’t know yet, he calmed down, hugged his little girl, and told her everything would be fine.

finally telling eddie felt like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. eddie had been shocked, sure, but he told her he’d do whatever she’d want. rather that be adoption, abortion, or keeping their baby. he wasn’t gonna be a abusive asshole like his father!

yn ultimately decided to keep her baby. the pregnancy went smoothly. eddie stayed by her side every step of the way! and when they finally had their baby boy, they fell in love with him instantly. he’d been the cutest little bean they’d ever seen.

the couple still have yet to name their baby. they didn’t know what suited him. that is until wayne came in with aster flowers. yn knew then, her baby boy had the perfect name.

“what’s the little man’s name?”

eddie was gonna speak, letting wayne know they have yet to name their baby. yn beats him to it though.

“aster! aster wayne munson.”

eddie smiles lovingly at yn. he kisses the top of her head before caressing his sons cheek.

a few months go by of aster being born. he’d been the perfect little boy! though it had been an adjustment for the family! caring for a new born wasn’t easy.

yn and eddie knew they had many people around them happy to help. wayne loved having his grandson around.

school had been different for the couple. first, eddie had been a second year repeater for his senior year! being busy with yn pregnancy last school year, he’d barely showed up to class, working two jobs to make ends meet so the couple could afford everything they needed for the arrival of their baby.

going back to school had been hard for the couple. they didn’t like leaving aster. eddie being a little bit more level headed practically had to pry their son out of yn arms—though if you ask wayne or jim, they’d say they had to force them both to go to school—

eddie and yn still had their after school activities to attend to. yn being cheer captain and eddie with hellfire, it was a struggle, but the couple managed. that is until deja vu just so happened to hit yn right in the chest.

this time eddie right beside her as she waited patiently for the results of the pregnancy test. here she was once again, pregnant with another child. eddie sighed and told her everything was gonna be alright.

time went by. the couple worked hard, especially eddie, and graduated high school! yn ends up having a healthy baby girl!

“what should we name her?”

yn smiles. “wanna keep the flower theme going?”

eddie smiles back at his girlfriend. “if that’s what you want honey, im on board.”

“jasmine hope munson.”

the year 2020 had brought the world to a complete pause. the covid outbreak had caused so many people to go in a panic. yn and eddie were a bit relieved though,

not because of the pandemic, but because of the stress of them working about five jobs put together! yn occasionally worked at the police station, helping file paper work. she’d also worked at the local grocery store downtown.

eddie worked at the plant monday and fridays, he worked at the auto repair shop sunday, tuesdays, and wednesdays, and on thursdays he worked with the band—them getting noticed more and more on social media, they had to be more serious about everything—

with the world going on pause, they had more of a break than anything. they were happy to spend time with their babies. yn hated not being home with the little ones! it made her feel like a bad mom.

eddie constantly reassuring her, she’s the best mom he’d ever known!

as time went by, yn and eddie got to know their babies better. they loved them to death but truth, they’re babies! they cry, poop, babble, and get into things they shouldn’t. you had to keep a close eye on them at all times. it’s pretty tiring.

it’s why, wayne and jim offered to take the kids off their hands twice a week so they could get alone time. and that only resulted in one way, them lying naked in each others arms after screwing on every surface of their home.

it’s why they weren’t surprised when yn held another pregnancy test in her hand.

and on january twenty-fourth, 2021, yn gave birth to their second baby girl. lunaria morgan munson.

corroded coffin became one of the most popular social media platforms of all time! they’ve been noticed by many talented artist over the years, but when metallica themselves noticed the band and commented on their official instagram account, they’ve become even bigger!

everyone wanted to see more of corroded coffin! eddie, jeff, gareth, and doug worked even harder on the band. they continue writing music, posting all over social media, going to gigs, they were making a name for themselves!

eventually they’ve got noticed by many companies who wanted to officially sign the band. they discussed who they’d think would be more fit for their success, but when ozzy osbourne dm’d them himself and wanted to sign them, they couldn’t pass that down!

that’s how corroded coffin went from a dream to reality. yn had been so excited for eddie! so much so they celebrated time and time again. eddie took her out on many dates. and when march hit, yn found herself in familiar territory.

they’d just had luna! how the hell did she end up pregnant again?! eddie stood by her side through and through. he’d even let her know, his family mattered more than a band! but yn told him to continue living his dream, she’d be with him every step of the way while he gets booked for gigs and continue to work on their first official album.

soon enough yn gives birth to another baby girl, all in the same year she gave birth to luna. christmas night, lily belle munson was born!

while eddie had become a real like rockstar, yn had become a social media mogul. everyone loved her sense of style and how she balanced being a mom to four kids all while being a supportive girlfriend to eddie.

she’d become an inspiration to all young moms. she’s shown that women could have it all! be a good mother, a supportive partner, and work their asses off. with corroded coffin making a name for themselves, yn had become somewhat famous too.

people emailed her, wanting to sign her and get her into the modeling business. it took a lot before she agreed to officially sign onto an agency! eddie was proud of her. she was making a name for herself just as much as he did. he knew she was hesitant due to wanting to be at home with the kids more. with eddie traveling here and there, making more and more money, yn finally had the opportunity to be a stay at home mom. she felt like one of them could tend to the kids while the other goes and lives it big!

but eddie let her know she could still be at home with their children and live a dream she so desperately wants.

after signing with a modeling agency she’d post a lot more on social media, all while being home with her kids! over the next few months though, yn finds out she’s pregnant once again!

with eddie being booked, she was alone during this pregnancy. it’s why it was the worst one for her, mentally speaking.

eddie tried his hardest to be there. hearing from wayne and jim—and occasionally el—telling him to get his ass back home, he felt like a shitty father and partner.

it’s why he took a little break, heading home, and taking care of his girlfriend and his babies. yn told him she’d be alright. let him know she didn’t wanna be the one to get in the way of his dreams.

he shut her down immediately! telling her their wouldn’t be a dream without her and their kids by his side.

when they find out they’re having twins, they decided no more babies after this! eddie agreed to get a vasectomy.

when yn gives birth to their twins—which they named poppy matilda munson and azalea love munson—on valentines day eddie thought it was the perfect time to pop the question!

yn immediately said yes! she’d marry eddie at that very moment if she could have.

yn and eddie felt complete now! with their six beautiful kids, each other, and their life, they were an amazing family!

a/n

im gonna like working on this story!

next part will be set right after the twins were born!

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How about any soft yandere you want with darling who's not real I mean all the thing they do and the darling itself just a sweet dream when the yandere's ask other people about us they seem to have no memory of us whatsoever, it'll crush yandere's heart especially the worshiper one (kaneki, Naruto etc)

That’s so sad😞.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, delusion

They’re not real

Obito Uchiha

🔥He could definitely go delusional and crazy enough to fantasize himself a s/o. Obito has gone through severe trauma, lost his first love and has been thoroughly manipulated by Madara. The man lives isolated and humans are known to be social creatures so the loneliness might just have been the final push he needed to make you up in his mind, the ideal lover he so desperately longs for. You're sweet, you're kind and you're incredibly affectionate so how couldn't he fall for this dream his messed up mind has created to cope with his trauma. Obito is very delusional so he ends up wholeheartedly believing that you're real and since he is a complete loner, there is no one to prove him wrong. There are sometimes things that hint to him that you're not really there yet he pushes all those thoughts away by deluding himself even further. The Uchiha doesn't want to doubt your existence since it only crazes him further. It's safer if he just stays happy and delusional like this, not even heaven knows what would happen if someone would tell him.

Naruto Uzumaki

🍜Naruto has gone through his fair share of trauma and loneliness during his childhood too, no one he could call his friend. He only had you, his imaginery friend who he created out of pure loneliness back then. Whilst he finds during the following years many friends, he witnesses just as much loses and violence and sometimes is too terrified to speak about his emotions with someone else hence why he runs back to you. Somewhere down the road he starts losing track of the fact that you're not real and just a creation out of his mind. He's fallen in love by now and in his imagination you two are a couple, have gone on multiple dates already. Naruto is social so it's fairly quick that his friends find out about his delusional state. It's a delicate topic though because whilst initially he brushes the truth off as a joke from their side, with time he finds himself slowly crumbling when more and more people insist on it. He clings onto his delusion though, at one point yells at others to stop saying such cruel things since you're right here. Sakura and Tsunade will be especially worried.

Shaiapouf

🎻​His whole life and his purpose was to serve Meruem and protect him, it's literally the reason why he was born. He failed though, his king is dead and he's seemingly the only survivor from the Chimera Ants left. Shaiapouf might as well want to die though, he's basically just suicidal at this point, can't see why he should continue to exist without his king. He's a failure, better off to die anyways. His mind has a complete meltdown, he has to serve someone after all. So his mind ultimately comes up with you, perfect and graceful in any way he sees it fit. He goes down on his knees for the delusion he came up with, paranoid and incredibly broken yet serving you gives him a purpose in his life again. Shaiapouf lives far away from civilization, terrified that they might take away his new highness from him again. He has no one to tell him that his s/o is just a last way resort of his mind to cope with the immense suicidal wish inside of him. Any signs that might reveal themselves over time are instantly erased from his mind, unwilling to accept the reality.

Ken Kaneki

🔲​Kaneki has been living alone ever since his mother died and only had Hide as his friend. He pretty much broke already when he was turned into a half-ghoul and didn't want to accept the truth yet his sanity shattered entirely when Jason tortured him without a single break. Whilst he embraced the fact that he is a ghoul back then, he silently longs for someone who will really accept him as a ghoul, might silently still mourn over the loss of his humanity. The result his mind comes up with is his darling, sweet and loving, who loves him for the real him. Kaneki drowns himself in this self-created dream of his, escapes all the pain he had to go through. He's in despair when the ghouls in Anteiku tell him that they've never seen you, don't have a single memory of you despite him insisting that you two have visited this coffee shop together. Touka is especially hard to tell him the truth, mainly because she is worried for him. Kaneki violently rejects the truth though, locks himself up inside his apartment to avoid anyone who can shatter his delusions and his heart.

[boredsoup]

Strap in folks this is a long one. Anyway I would probably title this to be why Trina’s role in her and Marvin’s relationship though out the ‘In Trousers’ is so tragic to me. Aka I love Trina and need to talk about her because people don’t talk about her, (or really and of the female characters) enough. Mostly inspired by the 1985 version of ‘In Trousers’

We first see a glimpse of Marvin and Trina’s relationship in Trina’s first solo song ‘Love Me For What I Am’ where she yearns for a partner who can love all of her, even her flaws, stating she thinks Marvin might be this partner. However this song also states that in her and Marvin’s first meeting he dominates the conversation. This is where we see she starts to fall into the role of Marvin’s docile partner, that he and the misogyny of the times puts her in. We also see in ‘The Wedding Song’ she sings “will you be the man I’ve dreamt about” I see this as her once again expressing her want for Marvin to be the man that will love her for her trueself. Then literally one song after the wedding song ‘How The Body Falls Apart/I Felt Him Slipping Away’ happens and it is revealed that after twelve years of marriage Trina knows Marvin is cheating on her. In the song Trina seems to now view her and Marvin’s love as something destroyed by lack of lust and the temporary nature of lust. Using the metaphor of a relationship being similar to a body “how the body falls apart first the groin and then the heart” she also states specifically that once Jason was born that is when the lust began to fade. Little bit of a tangent here but, we are also given information by Marvin in ‘Nausea Before the Game’ as well as ‘I Swear I’ll Never Again’ that the lust was never there to begin with. So we can infer that the only reason Marvin and Trina had sex was purely to conceive a child, which explains the death of lust after Jason’s birth. Anyway, then in ‘I’m Breaking Down’ Trina finally sees why Marvin had such a lack of passion for her. Trina in this song seems to be breaking down of course but, also somewhat resigned to the fact that Marvin cheated on her with men. She most likely is unaffected by this fact because it quells the insecurities she sung about in ‘How The Body Falls Apart/I Felt Him Slipping Away’; she was nervous that Marvin is cheating on her due to the fact that she’s not good enough for him. After ‘I’m Breaking Down’ we see ‘Packing Up’ where it is revealed that the marriage has been ended and Marvin is leaving. Finally the last nail in the series of songs about Marvin and Trina’s relationship: ‘Breakfast Over Sugar’, which plays out and will never fail to make me want to sob. Trina in this final song is begging Marvin to stay. Saying That they could just leave the whole situation and forget it ever happened “your parents own a car don’t they? Can’t we drive away?”. Or Marvin could continue to see Whizzer but stay and be with her also “hold me, hold him too but stay.”, stating that she is fine with a loveless marriage just because she simply does not want to be alone without the role that shes grown used to fitting herself in for years. (Marvin has some really interesting lyrics in this song also, but I will leave that for another day this post is already basically an essay). Even after Trina begging Marvin this still his cannot convince him to stay so he leaves and we see the rest of Marvin and Trina’s new style of relationship play out in ‘Falsettos’. Anywho in conclusion justice for my girl Trina she deserves the world and someone to love her like she’s always dreamt (I think act two Mendel mostly achieves this but that’s another post for later)! Man if you made it to the end of this kudos to you this was so long, I’m a huge yapper if you could not tell!

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Cain and Abel Wept 13/?

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Talia enters stage right

Ironically enough, Jason had never felt so alive than after drinking juice from the land of the dead.

Infinite Realms, Danny’s voice rang through his head.

Whatever he answered back.

Red Robin had fucked off a while ago, and usually, Jason would be going home, too, but he still felt wired. The pits were not quiet but muted, he could think. His emotions were his own, and when he thought about his dad Bruce, he didn’t feel an unyielding rage that threatened to consume him.

(Jason did still feel annoyed at the man.)

Jason had wanted to take a few vials of ectoplasm with him, but Maddie had vetoed him. She said his body needed to get used to the uncorrupted, pure ectoplasm, and she didn’t trust him not to experiment. Smart of her cuz he was gonna mix it with Red Bull to see what would happen.

An hour after patrolling (and nothing interesting happening), Jason was about to go home when he spotted her.

He knew he had only seen Talia because she wanted Jason to see her. Fuck, that can’t be good.

Jason could ignore her, but he knew better than to do that. Besides, in a weird way, Talia was like a mother to him. (What did that say about his life that the assassin lady that tried to use him as a weapon was a better mother than Sheila.)

Talia’s back was to him when he landed on the same roof.

“How are you, habibi?”

“Talia,” Jason started cautiously, “what are you doing here?”

She turned to look at him, “now, Jason, playing dumb is unbecoming.”

Jason felt his heartbeat pick up. She knew; she knew Danny was in Gotham. Still, he wasn’t willing to rat him out so quickly.

“Sorry, you have to elaborate.”

Talia raised an eyebrow, “I know Danyal is in Gotham. Why is he here, and where did my Beloved hide him?”

Jason cursed internally. It seemed like Talia had spies in Gotham.

“If you know he’s here, you should know why he’s in Gotham.”

Talia walked up to Jason; he ignored his speeding heartbeat.

“Jason, I know many things, but this isn’t one of them. Is Danyal in trouble? I need to know. I have to protect him however I can.”

“Like you protected him when he was in the League of Assassins? Oh, wait.”

Jason knew she would've flinched if Talia had been any other woman. The most she did was twitch a finger.

“I didn’t know that Danyal was planning on running away and taking his brother. Had I known he wanted out of the League, I would’ve done my best to get him out without my father’s knowledge. However, Danyal hid his desires deep in his heart so that not even I, his mother, could garner what he wanted.”

She sighed.

“My biggest regret is not protecting Danyal from his brother’s hands.”

“You mean Ra’s hands, your hands,” Jason said, angry, “You could’ve avoided all of this if you had given them to Bruce. Don’t blame your children, who were fucking kids, for how you raised them. You brainwashed Damian, you brainwashed—”

“Do you believe I brainwashed you, habibi? I treated you like one of my own. Don’t blame me for your actions.”

Jason gritted his teeth. It was true, unlike Danny and Damian, Jason had been older when Talia had gotten her hands on him; he chose to follow her and fall for her lies.  (He had wanted a mother, and Talia had filled that hole, even if it was with darkness.)

“Please, Jason, I just want to protect my children.”

“If you really want to protect them, leave their lives. Imagine what Ra’s will do when he finds out Danny is alive. And he will if you stay here in Gotham.”

Talia turned her back to him, “I will find out why Danyal is in Gotham. I left him a place where father would never find him, and now he’s here in Gotham where Ra’s can find out about him. Despite what my father may think, Danyal isn’t stupid; he wouldn’t be here in Gotham unless he is in danger. A danger that doesn’t involve my father or the League.”

She gave him one last look, and she looked… vulnerable. Just as she threw herself from the roof, Jason couldn’t help but say, “Danny, he goes by Danny now.”

He knew she had heard him.

____

Danny woke up to the ringing of his phone. He groaned; was it too much to ask for sleep?

“Hello, you’ve reached the number of underappreciated talent. Leave a message after the beep,” Danny mimicked the dial tone sound and waited to see what the person would do.

“Danny, this is Jason. Call me back when you get this message; Talia is in town.”

“Jason, I’m here. I was messing with you. What do you mean Talia is in town? When did you see her?”

“Danny,” Jason asked incredulously before answering, “I saw her about ten minutes ago. She was waiting for me on a rooftop. I left the area before I called you; she wants to know where in Gotham you’re stashed away. She knows you’re here and wants to know what you’re running away from.”

Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK! Talia could bring the League of Assassins on his ass if Ra’s found out about Danny’s faked death. True, his mother had been the one to help him fake his death, but he had conflicted feelings about the woman. He didn’t even consider her his mom anymore.

(He had a real mother who would kill and die for him. One who had left everything she knew and loved behind to run away with him to ensure he was safe.)

“What did you tell her?”

“Nothing much, just that you preferred to be called Danny now. Have no idea why I did that, but I didn’t tell her where in Gotham you are. I wouldn’t be surprised if she found out, though.”

“Have you told Bruce yet?”

“No, I wanted to call you first.”

“Okay, okay.  I can fix this; I can totally fix this.”

Danny stared up the stairs where his family was sleeping. They didn’t deserve this; maybe if he ran…no, he couldn’t do that to them.

“I’ll let Bruce know; you tell him what happened, too. I’ll wake up my family and let them know what’s developed.”

There was silence in the other line for a moment.

“Danny, I know you don’t want to move to the Manor, but maybe—”

“I’ll discuss it with my family,” Danny cut Jason off before hanging up.

Danny picked up the phone and texted his brother.

ME: What can you tell me about mother and her

Involvement with the League

…

…

Danny bit his nails as Damian typed.

DAMI: She and Grandfather had a falling out, so she’s

left the League. There has been a schism within its

ranks. However, Grandfather wants to put her back

under his thumb. Why do you ask, Akhi?

ME: Jason just spoke to her. She’s in

Gotham.

DAMI: Fuck. Does Father know?

ME: Not yet. I told Jason I would tell

him and for him to tell bruce too.

ME: Jason recommended I go to the

manor that d it’d be safer but idk

…

…

…

DAMI: As much as I would love to

have you close, Akhi, don’t let fear

dictate your decision.

Danny laughed a bit manically. Danny had let fear dictate his life since Dami’s betrayal. Why should he change it now?

ME: thanks baby bro I’ll take

that into account. BTW, before

I forget don’t get too angry at

them. They were just being idiots

DAMI: What do you mean, Akhi?

ME: You’ll see 😏

Danny took a deep breath. He had to wake his parents and Jazz up. It was going to be a long day.

____

Talia watched with mild interest as the men dressed in white suits set up their equipment in an abandoned warehouse.

The fact that they could get to Gotham without her Beloved noticing was disconcerting, to say the least.

She beckoned toward the shadows, and one of her servants stepped out.

“Investigate these men. Find out what they want and what they’re doing here. You have one hour.”

The man bowed before disappearing back into the shadows. She would protect her sons, no matter what.

Next up: Bruce scolds the kids; gets called a [redacted]

Constantine does not want to be at the manor, but alas

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Batman The Adventures Continue Under the Red Hood pt 1

If you haven't read the comic, PLEASE READ IT!  There are spoilers in this. (Duh) 

“Jason Todd? But how?” Alfred exclaimed as he looked at the results the Bat computer gave. Bruce sat in shock.  

“It’s him. It would explain the mysterious stalker, how he’s always one step ahead and why he knows our moves before we do.” They both sat in silence until Alfred jumped up.  

“My god Y/N L/N. They were close! He might...” Bruce understood what his old friend was saying and headed to Dr. Thompkins knowing she was the only one who could get into contact with Y/N 

At Dr. Leslie Thompkins's clinic.  

“Why are you here?” Dr. Thompkins didn’t even turn around, she knew who was behind her.  

“Jason’s alive physically, emotionally he’s angrier than ever. I thought he’d go to see an old patient of yours, Y/N.” Batman explained bluntly. He didn’t have time for small talk or a discussion about their falling out that was sue to what happened to Jason. “The child who had the-” 

“Croaked leg, yes, I know.” Y/N L/N became a patient to Dr. Thompkins when the child hurt her leg badly in an explosion if fear gas set off by Scarecrow. The fear gases tore through the citizens of Gotham. One of which had been welding a knife and 16-year-old Y/N didn’t out run them fast enough before this individual started stabbing her left leg repeatedly. When the gas cleared and the citizen came to, he screamed at the top of his lungs at what he had done. The 16-year old’s leg had been mutilated and she had passed out from pain and blood loss. Luckily, Robin had heard the scream and raced to see what had happened, that’s when he first saw Y/N. He wanted to give the man a beating but knew the girl laying there would die if she didn’t get help. Once the paramedics got her secured, Robin followed them all the way to the hospital just to make sure they got there safely. Fortunately, the leg was saved but Y/N would have to walk with a cane for the rest of her life. Dr. Leslie Thompkins took over from there, helping her with pain management, psychological trauma and physical therapy. Though Y/N’s leg was still croaked, she could move around with it better than before. Both her therapy and physical therapy sessions were almost always interrupted by the boy wonder. He would see how she was, or he’d have to get patched up. Often it was the ladder. Jason, as Robin grew very fond of Y/N, and when Y/N was going back to school, Bruce Wayne, a friend of Dr. Thompkins, offered his son, Jason Todd to help her readjust. Unfortunately, the chronic pain in her leg varied from week to week, but Jason was more than happy to bring her work and help her catch up on assignments. Ever so slightly, there seemed to be a change in Jason, he was getting gentler, softer. But Y/N was a daredevil, headstrong and reckless as Jason soon found out. She hated being cooped up in her little apartment, so she snuck out the window one night to get a milkshake. As Y/N was crossing the street one way, Jason was crossing the other and stopped in his tracks as the h/ced girl basically zoomed past him. That night Jason and Y/N had their first official unofficial first date. Upon remembering the young boy’s affection towards Y/N, Dr. Thompkins’s anger began to fill her. 

“This is your fault! He was wild and you let him run wild! He wasn’t just another kid who disappeared into the night he was our responsibility!” Tears started to well up in her eyes  

“What do you mean by gone? Why didn’t anyone go after him?” Y/N asked Dr. Thompkins looked at her leg. Y/N had asked where Robin was for some time and through pure exhaustion Dr. Thompkins let it slip that "Robin” had gone rouge.  

“Batman is doing everything he can to look for him.” She had said trying to comfort the young girl.  

“But Dr. T, I saw him a couple days ago. He visited me at my house, he never indicated that something was wrong.” Y/N said sadly. Dr. Thompkins didn’t have the heart to tell the poor girl that Jason was dead. Or so she thought.   

“I can give her a call with you here if that will give you peace of mind.” Dr. Thompkins said, picking up her phone. The line rang and rang but only the answering machine picked up. “She didn’t pick up! You don’t think...?” Dr. Thompkins turned to Batman only to see he was gone. No doubt going to find Y/N, if Jason didn’t find her first.  

POV Y/N 

I can’t believe my stupidity. Staying late at the Iceberg lounge was NOT a smart idea. Especially with this fucking limp. So here I am in the dead of night hobbling my way through Gotham, trying to get back at my apartment. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was being watched however. It’s been going on for weeks and even though I feel a little uneasy, I haven’t felt safer. This stalking stranger had warned me a few nights ago, when I was working at the lounge behind the bar. Some guy had asked for a drink and as I made it, he asked for anther one. I did as he asked, only to have him say the drink was for me. Being polite I thanked him, telling him I’ll drink it right after I get the other orders out. When I came back the guy was gone and a note was left.  

The drink was spiked. Stay safe. 

I never knew who this mystery person was who saved me but since then I’ve been seeing glimpses of someone hiding in the shadows or on rooftops, watching me. Tonight, I hope they are watching me trying to get home. I could see my building in sight, and started to make my up the stairs. Me leg ached by the time I got to the top when a gruff voice startled me.  

“Excuse me Y/N. That drunk you live with owes us money.” I turned to see a couple of Black Mask’s gang members.  

“Then ask him for it.” I quietly said, unlocking my door.  

“He skipped town, left your boss a letter and now he is collecting what was promised to him.” The gang members surrounded me. One grabbed my arms, putting them behind my back. I kicked at them only for one to kick my bad leg. Making me scream in pain and crumble to the ground. “Boss said we had to bring you back to him, but we haven't been this close to a lady in a long time.” The pain in my leg kept pulsating, I was in too much pain to fight back. Closing my eyes, I waited for all this to be over, until the weight holding me down was ripped off. I sprung up, pulling myself up with my discarded cane. All three men were dead, blood pooling around my feet.  

“Damn bastards.” A deep voice said from the shadows. I swallowed.   “Please tell me you aren't here to kill me too.” The shadowed figure chuckled.  

“No.” I let out a breath. “You’re not safe here though.” The stranger said.  

“I’ve never been safe in Gotham. I’ll manage.” I said, hobbling back to my door ready to go inside when something poked my arm. I looked to see a dart, taking it out my world started to get blurry. Shit.  

“Sorry Y/N. But I’m not willing to take the chance.” My legs buckled but I was soon scooped up. I couldn’t even ask how they knew my name until everything went dark.  

[somebodys-nuisance]

So, as I'm collecting my data for my own personal Batfam Canon, I noticed that each one of the boys has a parental figure that kinda picks them as their "favorite." Now, I absolutely do NOT wanna claim that the fam doesn't spread the love around, but any time things get really dire, that boy is most likely to turn to this figure to find someone who will really understand where they're coming from.

(Bear in Mind: This is all for my own, personal Canon. Nothing here is meant to portray how I think things "should" be, or even necessarily be an accurate portrayal of the comics canon.)

DICK GRAYSON: Dick's closest parental figure is Bruce himself. For as much as Bruce loves all of his children/protegee's, Bruce and Dick will always have a special, personal bond that cannot be broken. This makes Dick's time after their "falling out" especially painful for him: he needed the time away in order to establish himself both as a hero separate from Batman and as a man separate from Bruce, but the nasty way they left things made the one person Dick wanted to turn to not an option. After their reconciliation, Dick is the most likely of all the former Robins to be seen hanging out with Bruce in a purely social way.

JASON TODD: This one was an interesting discovery, but Jason's closest parental figure is actually Selina. This dynamic didn't really blowsom until the post-reconciliation Red Hood age, but the foundations of it can be seen in Jason's short stint as Robin, back when Selina was only slightly more hero than anti. Bruce picked up Jason only a few weeks after Dick had dramatically quit the team and skipped town, so the calm and collected rationale he'd used to choose Dick was simply not present. Jason could have been an excellent Robin, but not all children are the same. Bruce never wanted to admit it, but he wanted Jason to be a perfect replacement for Dick, and he just... wasn't. Even with the terrible family background Jason had, he was eager to please, and wanted desperately for Bruce to love him as he was, not in the shadow of his former sidekick, whom Jason wouldn't even meet until his Red Hood days. Selina Kyle immediately clocks that something's different with the new Boy Wonder, less from Jason's behavior, and more from Bruce's towards him. There are a few gentle moments mid-chase where she lets Jason know he shouldn't feel like he has to scrape the earn Batman's affection. She's learned it the hard way. He might come around in time, but if he doesn't, don't let it bother you. Be your own person. In the post-reconciliation Red Hood years, where Selina has entirely shed the anti from her hero and is starting to establish a more permanent relationship with Bruce, Selina and Jason bond far more quickly than Bruce and Jason do. They discover they're both from around Brideshead up in North Gotham and share their nostalgia, as well as their tendency for "rule-breaking" within the Batfam at large. Jason and Selina are the most likely to rib Bruce on how uptight he can be, and will occasionally go to Selina's old local hole-in-the-wall and have a few beers together.

TIM DRAKE: Tim's is another fun discovery, and a dynamic I really love thinking about, just for how odd it seems out of context and on the surface. To me, Alfred is Tim's closest parental figure. Yes, of course, Master Bruce is always number one in Alfred's heart, but Tim might secretly be Alfred's favorite grandchild. Tim was the one who was able to get Bruce back into crimefighting and begin to reunite the family when no one else could. This automatically placed Tim high on Alfred's appreciation stacking. From there, their pragmatism and Tim's occasionally 13 going on 60 attitude, creates an extremely fun dynamic, where Tim is often searching for Alfred before anyone else to run his latest conspiracy theory past. Alfred finds Tim's mind immensely amusing, and Tim thinks that Alfred is a well of information and experience that is an invaluable asset. Thursday Nights are Game Night for Tim and Alfred (the rest of the fam are invited as well, but it's not uncommon to find Alfred and Tim alone playing anything from chess to Trivial Pursuit.)

DAMIAN WAYNE: Of course, Damian's closest parental figure is fellow former Robin, Dick Grayson. Dick and Damian have an extremely rocky start, but Dick has an ineffable optimism that pairs well with Damian's obstinancy. No matter how despicably Damian behaves, or how lost he seems to become, Dick has faith in him, and this unending and unerring loyalty finally helps melt down Damian's solid steel defenses. Though Damian's behavior towards Dick might seem disdainful, Damian can often be found "accidentally" running into Dick while on patrol or at the manor. He usually just so happens to have a question about the current case he's on/a personal issue to vent about/an extra sandwich the delivery guy "accidentally" dropped off, so Dick might as well have it, and since they're both already there, they might as well sit and eat their individual sandwiches in close proximity to each other. Dick plays dumb to keep Damian from getting embarrassed.

[wolfverse-stories]

Five times Jason said I love you and the first time someone said it back

(Falling in Reverse Au)

Part 1

     For Jason saying I love you never came easy. After all, it wasn't like he grew up in a loving home. The first time He said I love you he had no idea what the words even were. 

One

     Jason was sitting on the floor studying an old book. He had found it in an alley dumpster and was obsessed. Sure the pages bent and the cover was torn and it smelled like cat food, but books were a rare found and Jason loved them.

     "Don't know why he bothers" Willis snorted watching T.V. "Not like that little brat can read it"

     Jason had in fact started reading at the age of three. Learning important phrases such as "Keep out", "Surveillance Area" and probably most important "Dangerous Dog"

     The boy chose to ignore his father's criticism and continued to read. 

     "I love you" Marry smiled up at her dad.      "I love you too" Her dad smiled twirling her around like a princess.

     "I love you" he read the words quietly to himself. It felt strange on the tip of his tongue and while he didn't quite understand them it did seem to make the dad in to book happy.

     He looked up over at Willis who was still mindlessly staring into the TV. Quietly Jason closed the book and stood up. Slowly he made his way over to Willis. The nauseating smell of beer growing stronger stronger with each step.

     "Dad..." Jason could practically feel his heart jump out of his chest as the man turned his head towards him, his face unreadable.

     "Hum?" Willis grunted narrowing his gaze down at Jason.

     "I-I love you," Jason said barely managing to get the words out. He stood there quietly waiting for Willis' response. The older man just grunted before turning back to the TV. 

     Jason didn't understand the tight feeling in his throat or why he wanted to hide. All he knew was he had said the words in the book but they didn't work.

     As bad as that was the next time Jason said I love you was even worse.

Two

      Jason had just gotten home from the store carrying two packs of ramen and a water bottle, knowing it would have to last them for the next five days. It had been a tough week. There had been little for Jason to sell and nothing worth stealing. He was forced to take his best book and pawn it for a measly one dollar and fifty cents.

     The mere memory made Jason's stomach turn but he knew it had to be done. Rule number one of the streets: don't get attached to anything.

     "Mom I'm home!" He called out into the seemingly empty house. He tossed the small bag of food counter "Mom?" He peered around the bathroom door. The sight his eyes landed on made his blood run cold.

     Catherine was lying on the ground twitching, a dark ring of vomit stained her mouth.

     It wasn't the first time Jason had found her like this. That didn't make the situation any less scary. Jason acted on pure instinct rushing to her side and turning her head so she wouldn't choke. He sat with her for hours monitoring her condition. Once the seizures finally stopped he leaned her up against the wall and used a wet washcloth to clean her face. 

     Once he had finished he sat down in front of her and grabbed her hand squeezing it tightly.

     "I love you" it was the first time he had meant it. His throat felt raw as if he were choking on barbed wire. He didn't really care though because the loud harsh pounding of his heart had yet to slow. He held on to his mother as though she might vanish.

     "..." She just stared back at him emotionless as though she were empty. Jason sat by her side all night making sure she was okay.

     Not long after that Catherine overdosed never acknowledging the words Jason said. To the day he often wonders whether or not she had heard him.

     The next "I love you" was by complete accident.

Three

     Damian and Jason had just gotten done with practice

     "Good work T-Jason" Damian corrected himself. Damian had made a promise to himself that he wouldn't call his siblings by their last names. Something he had started because of Tim's swath.

     "Thanks," Jason said grinning it wasn't very often that Damian gave praise but he seemed to be softening up around Jason.

     "I've got to head back to Buldhaven I've got an art show tonight" Damian waved walking to the door.

     "Kay, Bye love ya," Jason said before he could think. Damian stiffened up as he stood in the doorway.

     Jason watched in disappointment believing that once again he had been rejected. While in truth he had shocked Damian because Damian did love his younger broth but couldn't bring himself to say the words. Tim's death was still fresh and the idea of loving someone else just to lose them was more than he could bear.

     So Damian left without acknowledging Jason. But the words stuck around in his head.

Four

     Jason's first crush was a girl in his theater club.

      He had joined the club due to his love of literature often helping to make sure the plays stay true to their source material. That is how he got the job of prop maker.

     While working on sets he would listen to the rehearsals. One girl, in particular, caught his ear. Jess Waived, the girl with the voice of an angel. She and Jason became quick friends due to their love of Shakespeare and on closing night after the last show, Jason told her how he felt about her.

     "I love you," He said handing her a flower.

     "Oh..." She said rubbing the back of her neck "Jason you're a great guy I just don't feel the same..." Despite this, the two did stay friends but Jason decided he was never going to tell anyone I love you again.

Five

     Jason laid on the couch snuggled up in a pile of blankets. It had been raining a lot this week and he had gotten a cold from going on patrol.

     He had expected Bruce to be telling him "I told you so" but Bruce had been very nice about the whole thing.

     "How are you feeling lad?" Bruce asked peeking through the doorway.

     "Better" Jason coughed.

     "Tell you what how about I go get a book and read to you" Bruce offered with a warm smile.

     "Don't you have work today?" Jason asked tilting his head.

     "I took the day off," Bruce told him "I wanted to make sure you were okay"

     "Oh," Jason said as he felt his cheeks start to burn.

     "So what about that book?" Bruce offered.

     "Great expectation" Jason repelled.

     "Good choice, I'll be right back," Bryce said before going to the library.

     "I love you," Jason said once he was sure Bruce was out of earshot.

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[wrencatte]

-gasp- Can it be??? Am I finally actively working on the sequel for when my cage is by the window (I can see the sun)???? Recovery (fics) are always hard to write. At least for me. But I'm going to do my best!! Here's a little sneak peek at the beginning! A little bit of Bruce & Robin!Jason

Jason’s been sneaking around the Manor as of late. Bruce noticed. He will always notice. But...it’s not the kind of sneaking the kid’s been doing since he decided to be the best Robin he could be. That kind is practice. Seeing if he can sneak up on the old man and take him by surprise for the first time ever – and failing, because Bruce will never not be hyperaware of his children’s presence, Batman or no Batman. This kind of sneaking. Well, it’s the kind of sneaking he used to do when he first came to the Manor, all skin, and bones and with a fearful sort of stubbornness that made him jack the tires of the Batmobile just to make sure he would  have enough to eat over the winter.

Unfortunately, Bruce knows exactly why this sneaking has popped back up. And he hates himself a little for being unable to just…put to words what he means.

So, the next time they pass each other in the kitchen, Bruce taps his shoulder in lieu of grabbing his arm. Jason actually stops, shoulders scrunching to his ears, sweatshirt all baggy and loose. He can hear the crinkle of plastic from the pocket and his heart clenches just a little. Food hoarding isn’t an easy habit to break, not after years of food insecurity, but he’d thought….he’d thought Jason had felt a safer than that, he thought it’d lessened. To have to reemerge so loudly now.

Bruce swallows. He messed up – but he also didn’t. Jason needed to be benched from Robin. He needs to – Bruce needs to find a therapist for him.

And isn’t that funny, that he’s thinking that now?

But there’s a difference, he’s pretty sure, between him becoming Batman and Dick taking on Robin compared to the grief turned anger turned recklessness that Jason is going through right now. People process grief in different ways, and he was an idiot for thinking two boys (three, because he’d also just been a boy) were the same.

He’s quiet for too long. Jason’s spine curls and he hunches in on himself, already two steps closer to the exit. Bruce takes a deep breath, opens his mouth, and says –

“Hey, you know I love you, right?”

Jason freezes. Doesn’t turn around. Just freezes like a baby deer caught in the headlights of a semi. Bruce reaches for him before he hesitates then pulls back. It feels weird, not gathering him into a hug. He’s never been overly affectionate, at least physically, but he’s learned well through Dick’s love for hugs and arms over shoulders. He feels like he’s implemented it well with Jason too, learning when hugs are okay, when to swap them out for hair ruffles or pats on the shoulder. Knows Jason never really asks for the hugs he so desperately craves, so he’s learned to spot the signs.

The signs now scream don’t touch me. Bruce wants to hug him. Reassure him.

But he listens and obeys the signs.

“If you ever need to talk, I’m here,” Bruce says lightly. If he pushes, Jason will close off even more. He’s handled this all wrong.

Did he fall…or was he pushed? he’d asked, not because of some sort of – condemnation or accusation. Not because he believed Jason to have done it. It was purely to know how to handle the emotional fall out. If he were pushed. If he’d fallen and Jason tried to catch him. If he’d fallen, then Jason refused to try and catch him. They all have different responses.

And Bruce failed in every one of them.

But maybe he still has time to fix this. Maybe –

“Yeah, sure,” Jason says. He refuses to meet Bruce’s eyes, his voice is rough and raspy, gritty in the way it gets when he’s been crying and sneaking smokes. “You got it, boss man.”

He tucks his hands a little further into his pocket, package crinkling, and hurries out the kitchen, dodging Alfred just in time.

Bruce watches him go, stomach sinking, some foreboding feeling filling the empty space up in its place. Alfred gives him a commiserating look, a hand on his shoulder.

“He’ll come around,” he says.

“I hope so,” Bruce murmurs. “I’ll check on him in a few hours.”

(In a few hours, all Bruce will find is an open window – the security system expertly bypassed – two books missing from his evergreen pile on the bedside table, and a note on the bed in his wobbly, careful handwriting.

In a few days, all Bruce will find is his son’s body, broken and already cooling.)

[slasher-male-wife]

Slashers reactions to you giving them a love poem part 2

I’m gonna be doing Billy Loomis, Stu Macher, Brahms and Jason. Reader is gn. No warnings just pure fluff.

Billy Loomis

He’s not much for writing. He likes to keep a reputation that he’s a cool guy and he doesn’t wanna be very lovey in public. When he gets it he’s gonna tell you not to tell anyone about his reaction.

He’s gonna hug you and fall back on your bed, kissing your face all over. He’s gonna talk about how lovely it is and how much he wishes he could express his love for you like that

You two are sitting on your shared bed. Billy reading over what you wrote for him. A nervous smile is on your face. Billy is blunt, in a loving way. It’s honestly helpful sometimes. Like if you’re wearing a ridiculous outfit or if you planed on buying some ugly shoes. He’s read your writing before and gave great notes. You tried your hardest on this poem for him. He sets it down and looks at you. “Promise you won’t tell anyone what I do next?” You nod as you feel a cold sweat begin to form on your hands and neck. Billy opens his arms and wraps you up in a hug. You laugh and he falls back on the bed. “I loved it.” He says kissing the top of your head.

“You really like it?” You ask smiling.

“Of course sweetheart. It’s the perfect poem.”

Stu

He’s believes that it’s the best thing you’ve ever wrote. Talks about how you should write a book and he’ll swing you around.

He’ll be overjoyed that you wrote him something in the first place. He’s gonna go nuts.

Stu is wearing a stupid grin on his face as he reads your poem. He asks what you mean by something a few times but he reads it happily. He sets it down and grabs you in a hug. He pulls you into his lap and buries his face in your neck. “You should write a book babe. Just wow honey.” He says. You smile and hug him back.

“Stu it’s average poetry. I just wanted to show how much I love you.”

“Well you did Y/N. You’re the best partner ever.”

Brahms

Brahms grew up reading high quality books from the best authors from around the world. He’s had attachments to writing before but never like this. This is the most meaningful thing anyone did for him. Someone loved him enough to write a poem about him for him.

Our wall man would lift up his mask for this and kiss you so much. He’d kiss you before he’s even says a word. Needless to say he loves it.

Brahms had been reading this poem for awhile. You’re bouncing your leg biting your nails. He sets down the poem and stares at it for a bit. “Is it good Brahms?” You ask. He doesn’t reply he just takes off his mask. He only takes it off for serious events so this could go great or horrible. Brahms bends down and plants a big kiss on your lips. He pulls away and your face is beet red.

“I love it Y/N. The best poem I ever read .”

Jason

Jason is a man of no words. He learned to read when he was young and continued to read what he found in the woods. Magazines, news papers, books, whatever he could find.

Jason never knew much about poetry. He knew it should rhyme but you explained it’s not a rule. He had a hard time with the expressions used so you read it back to him and explained what you meant by it. But in the end he loved it.

You finish explaining what you meant by the last line to Jason. “And when I say ‘I thought I found a heart made of stone but really something priceless was inside’ I meant that when we first met you were aggressive and didn’t want much to do with me. But over time you grew to love me and you’re so valuable to me Jason. He nods and you set down the paper. The two of you are sitting on the couch in your cabin. He pats his lap and you go sit on it. He hugs you tight and you hug him right back.

“I love you Jason. I hope you know that.” He pulls away for a second and signs something

Mother would have loved you

You smile and hug him again. Kissing his masked forehead. The two of you sit there for awhile. In each others arms. Kept warm by your love.

[chronicrabbit]

ST Season 4 Rewrite Idea:

I know this is a departure from my normal Steddie content, but Jason Carver’s death made no fucking sense to me, so this is how I would’ve done it for the ✨drama✨

So, I know we hate Jason.

He’s a religious zealot who allowed his anger and his grief to take control of him, and he singlehandedly turned the entire town against an innocent man.

But, let’s examine his character for just a moment, shall we?

We know the Duffle Bags tend to introduce villainous characters for the pure and simple sake of being villains. They don’t really go very deep into the psychology of why said character is a villain.

With Billy, you saw a few glimpses of the why, but Billy’s character was honestly just too big and too complicated to properly flesh out in the time allotted.

I think the same is true of Jason Carver.

Jason was the new golden boy post King Steve. He was a clean cut Steve Rogers type with a pretty girlfriend who he seemed to care deeply about, and a charmed and simple life.

And then he finds out that not only was his beautiful girlfriend brutally murdered, but she was found at the trailer of the local drug dealer flunky Freak that makes a spectacle of himself in the lunchroom and isn’t afraid to poke fun at the jocks like any normal nerd should be.

Chrissy didn’t do drugs.

That’s what he told everyone who suggested that she could’ve possibly been there for unsavory reasons. Because why would Chrissy hide something like that from him? She loved him! Right?

Add in a sprinkling of period appropriate Satanic Panic™️ and you’ve got yourself a corrupt Paladin who’s deluded himself in his rage and religious paranoia into thinking he’s doing the right thing. It’s Anakin Skywalker all over again, my dudes. Just FAR less appealing.

Taking all of that into account, I don’t think Jason should’ve shown up at the Creel house just because some random dude happened to spot Erica there. That’s lazy writing, tbh.

I think Jason should’ve gone to Eddie’s trailer after someone tipped him off that Eddie had been spotted going inside with a whole group of people, because come on. How were they not spotted?

Picture it:

He and two of his basketball buddies show up and case the place. They check the windows and the surrounding area, and decide to send someone in when they see no one inside.

Jason insists he go in himself.

The Freak is his to take down once and for all.

He walks into the trailer, so focused on checking his surroundings that he very nearly misses the sheet rope dangling from the ceiling over a mattress.

He looks up and his jaw drops open when he sees the portal; this orange glowing tear in the fabric of the universe.

Without a second thought, he pulls himself through, landing on the other side to see the same trailer, but somehow different, darker, with thick black vines covering every available surface.

He hears the sound of an electric guitar wailing from somewhere outside, louder than anything he’s ever heard before.

He dodges the vines and rushes out the door, his heart skipping a full beat as he takes in the sight of the Upside Down for the first time; the unearthly red and orange sky, the overwhelming stench of death and decay, the falling ash that burns his lungs and throat.

He turns back toward the trailer then to see none other than Eddie Munson, standing on the roof of his trailer in what he’s pretty certain is Hell, playing his guitar as if his very life depends on it.

Beside him on the roof, one of the Hellfire kids, Dustin Henderson, calls out a countdown. Jason can’t figure out why until he sees a massive black cloud approaching from the distance.

The one man metal concert ends, and then Munson and the kid are climbing down from the roof and their eyes meet.

“Is this hell?” Jason yells, his voice cracking with something so much deeper than fear.

“Was this your plan all along, Freak? To open a goddamn portal to hell?”

Because this has to be Eddie’s doing, right? He killed Chrissy. He killed Patrick too, right in front of him. This had to be his doing!

Eddie pushes the guitar over his shoulder, eyes flickering up toward the swiftly approaching cloud of… something. Several somethings.

“Jason, man, you really shouldn’t be here!” Munson says with wide eyes.

Jason raises his hand holding the gun he bought from the War Zone, the weight comfortable and familiar against his palm.

“So what are you gonna do about it, Freak? You gonna kill me too?”

Munson doesn’t even raise his hands at the sight of the gun, distracted as the Henderson kid calls out:

“Eddie they’re almost here! We need to get inside!”

And suddenly Jason can hear the ungodly screeches of approaching creatures; the black cloud becomes a writhing swarm of hundreds upon hundreds of enormous demonic bats.

“What the-“

And before Jason can finish, he’s being herded back into the trailer by Munson and the kid, who quickly bar the door and celebrate their apparently successful escape.

“What the hell is going on here?” Jason demands when he’s finally able to form words through the tight and terrified clench of his throat.

“Jason, we’ll explain everything later. Just…just go back through the portal,” Munson says, and Jason gets the distinct and deeply unsettling feeling that he’s intruded upon something he really really shouldn’t have.

Something he couldn’t begin to understand.

But it’s too late.

The screeching bat like creatures are suddenly battering and clawing against all sides of the reinforced trailer, breaking through vents in a flurry of black wings that Jason is certain will haunt his every waking moment till the day he dies.

He’s petrified, but Munson and the kid are flanking him on either side, shielding him from harm with garbage can lids pierced through with nails.

They’re protecting him.

They’re cursing and screaming in fear, but they’re standing their ground and fighting off the demon bats and Jason realises all at once that he was wrong. He was so so wrong about Eddie Munson and the Hellfire kids.

Munson and Henderson are arguing as they manage to bar the door, but Jason isn’t listening; can’t hear a thing through the shock ringing in his ears like tinnitus.

Henderson is ushering the both of them toward the portal, saying something about giving the others enough time and how they need to go.

Jason is very much into the idea of leaving, and Munson looks just as enthusiastic.

Henderson goes first, shimmying up the rope with Munson’s help until the gravity of the other side pulls him in to land on the dingy mattress below.

Jason follows at Munson’s beckoning, his feet connecting with the mattress on the other side when the screeching and clawing suddenly stops; fades away like a dream upon waking.

The bats are leaving. Why are they leaving?

And Jason knows that look in Munson’s eye.

That look that says:

“My teammates need my help, so I’m going to help them even if it benches me.”

It feels almost diminutive to compare this situation to basketball, but it’s the only thing he can think of.

When Eddie cuts the rope and runs out, Jason follows, using a chair to boost himself up and vaulting right back through into hell.

They lead the bats away from whoever the ‘others’ are.

When they can no longer run, they face the swarm together.

The pain is blinding, but Jason fights through it because he was wrong.

He was so very wrong.

He turned the entire town against Eddie Munson out of fear and misplaced jealousy, and yet, after everything he’d put the other man through, here he was standing back to back with him, fighting with him, defending him.

And sure, Jason had no earthly idea what they were doing or where they were or who they were keeping the bats from, but he did know that he would keep going until the end.

The end that was coming for both of them.

He refuses to let that happen. He throws himself in front of Eddie as the swarm bears down, throwing the other boy back to take the brunt of the attack.

And it hurts more than anything he’s ever experienced, but he stands his ground despite Eddie’s cries, because he needs to make this right; for Munson, for Chrissy, and for himself.

He says as much when he finally crumbles to the ground in tandem with the bats, his blood mingling with Eddie’s as the other boy holds him in his arms, tears he doesn’t deserve gathering in his eyes.

“I believe you,” Jason finds it in himself to nod, ignoring the searing pain in his neck at the small movement. He’s pretty certain there’s a bit of it missing.

“I believe you didn’t kill Chrissy. I-I shouldn’t have blamed you.”

“Yeah. I gotta say, that was a bit of a bummer, man.”

And Jason actually laughs, or gurgles. There’s so much blood in his mouth.

“I was kinda being framed by a telepathic wizard, if you can believe that.”

“Is that why you’re down here?” he asks, and Eddie nods with no small amount of effort, wincing as his own wounds are jarred by the movement.

“Yeah. We came here to defeat him before he could kill another. I’m-“ he swallows, motioning around to the scattered bodies of the demon bats.

“I’m pretty sure this means that we did it. Or at least did something.”

“Good,” Jason says, his eyes slipping closed.

He’s so tired.

“I don’t know if you could ever forgive me. I sure as hell wouldn’t,” Jason speaks with another weak laugh that rattles in his ribs and burns in his lungs.

“But I want to say I’m sorry. I’m so sorry for everything. I… I guess I just needed someone to blame for my own failings. For never noticing that she needed help. I…”

He whimpers as his vision begins to darken.

“Don’t worry about it right now, dude. Just… stay with me.”

“I-I’m not a bad person. I didn’t think I was, but I…” Jason can’t tell if the wetness on his cheeks is blood or tears.

“Jason, man. You marched into hell with me and helped fight a battle you didn’t belong in.”

Munson says that like it’s unbelievable, but Jason hadn’t even considered it an option to not go back through; to not follow the other boy into the swarm.

“It was…” he starts and stops and starts again. Even keeping his eyes open to meet Eddie’s takes so much effort.

“It was an honor, Munson. Really.”

And Eddie was speaking again, calming words and pleading whispers for him to stay awake,

But he was already gone.

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smoker – j.d. (jason dean) x reader | wc: 2.6k | The new kid on the block pulls a stunt in the cafeteria and makes a name for himself. You never thought he’d have you screaming that name later that day.

the thought of you saved me – finney blake x reader | wc: 2.4k | You lost a friend to The Grabber. He lost one too. When you lose the last crush friend you have, you’ll do anything to get him back, and he’ll do anything to get back to you.

electra heart – ben hargreeves x reader | wc: 3.9k | A kid at the convenience store becomes a friend. That kid soon has you head over heels. You never got the chance to tell him how you felt; even years go by and you still think about him. Yet you wonder if he’ll ever wake up.

play the game, get the girl – koushi sugawara x reader | wc: 7.4k | He sees you during a practice when you walk in with the team manager, late. What he doesn’t expect is to see you standing at the corner of a volleyball court for his games with a red flag in hand, and fall head over heels.

kiss witness – tetsuya kuroko x reader | wc: 7.3k | Your last year of junior high may have not been the best time to start going out with Tetsu. Puppy love was fragile with the transition into high school meaning potentially going separate ways, but the sport that brought you together in the past brings you closer after finding out your boyfriend is going to the same school as you.

to reunite and resolve – connor murphy x reader | wc: 4.5k | You were one of the only people he called a friend. He wanted to call you more than that.

publicly romantic – lee felix x reader | wc: 3.0k | He fell first, and he fell hard. When you were on the big screen behind him, he knew he fell for you even more.

unspoken – ryōhei arisu x reader | wc: 8.4k | You couldn’t leave the poor man laying on the street. He couldn’t help falling for the girl who was always by his side.

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Princess and the Freak

It was so easy falling in love with Chrissy.

She had that smile, a smile Eddie was pretty sure could honestly even make Oscar the Grouch smile. A smile that could woo and charm the hearts of men and burn them with ease. Somehow, Chrissy had chosen him, she could've had any man she wanted, but here she was, on his bed, listening to music with him.

Honestly? If you told Eddie he was dreaming? He'd believe it. He wouldn't blink twice. How does a freak like him get Chrissy Cunningham? How does a freak get the girl of his dreams over Jason Carter? These were questions best left to philosophers Eddie supposed.

He watched her chest rise and fall, her eyes drowsy, he watched her in the peace of his room, in the peace of quiet music, fall asleep. His heart panged softly, his mind full of impure thoughts. If Chrissy knew just how much of a freak he was? He didn't think she would stay.

He admired her, admired her for more than her smile, her laugh, though those were surely bonuses, he admired her for how beautiful a dress looked on her, how makeup could grace those lips, how easy and beautiful she was. He envied her. He wanted to be pretty, wanted to look in the mirror and smooth out a pleated skirt, to rub lip gloss against his chapped lips. Chrissy would leave him in a heartbeat if she knew. He knew it.

Eddie was conflicted, had been his whole life. Not quite feeling a boy nor a girl, he didn't have a word to describe it, he just knew somedays..he wished he could be as pretty as Chrissy Cunningham. Today was one of those days. He stared at her clothes, long since abandoned onto the messy floor of his bedroom, his heart panged with pure and utter guilt. He was such a freak.

He looked over, making sure one last time she was asleep before slowly getting out of the bed, grabbing her pink sweater and white skirt that laid intermixed with his own clothes. His heart pounded a little faster with nervousness and excitement. He looked over once more before staring into the mirror, slipping into the skirt. It was short on him, barely came to the middle of his thigh, it was tight too, but his breath was taken away as he stared at himself. Next came the sweater, looser and baggy.

Eddie stared at the mirror a long time, just breathing. Today she was pretty. She slowly took one of Chrissy's scrunchies, pulling her hair up into a pony tail. Eddie Munson felt like a barbie doll. Loved it. She couldn't help but smile, spinning around in her outfit. Some days, Eddie was he, other days Eddie was she, Eddie didn't have a word for it, but today Eddie was simply euphoric.

"Eddie?" Chrissy was sitting up, rubbing her eyes. "What are you doin?" Eddie's heart dropped, eyes wide with fear.

"I-I uhm..just wanted to prank you." She stuttered out, her heart beating out of her chest, pretty sure her face was burning red, pretty sure she was a terrible liar. Her voice squeaked, her legs were shaking. Chrissy was just staring. Eddie almost begged Jesus Christ Himself to strike her down right where she stood.

"Eddie? What's going on?" Chrissy wasnt stupid, could see that her boyfriend was practically having a nervous breakdown. The cheerleader, stretched a moment before moving towards Eddie, cupping the face of the one she loved dearly. She helped Eddie to sit on the bed, rubbing the back of the metalhead she loved dearly. "Eddie. Is this a fetish th-"

"No." Eddie said firmly, hair crowding her face, she couldnt look at Chrissy, deep shame ebbed at her and knew this was the last time Chrissy Cunningham would love Eddie Munson.

"Eddie? Baby? Talk to me. Please?" Her voice was soft like cotton and oh so patient. Her warm small hand was rubbing the small of Eddie's back in comforting circles, her lips gently kissing the flesh of Eddie's neck.

It helped. Even though Eddie knew she was going to leave, her comfort helped. "Somedays..I feel like a boy. Somedays I feel like a girl. I don't know..why or if im just broken? I cant help it and I saw your clothes and every part of me just ached to be pretty. Just once."

Chrissy nodded, she was so patient, "So today you're a girl?" She asked gently, "Like I call you she?" And Eddie nodded stiffly, her eyes full on confusion as Chrissy moved over her lap, sitting. "Eddie? Look at me?" She gently tilted Eddie's face up, pressing a small kiss to her lips. "I love you. Nothing's going to change that. Maybe we can go drive to the mall up in East Bend and we can go clothes shopping for when you..well are a girl."

Eddie couldn't help but cry, wrapping her arms around Chrissy tight, Eddie loved her, loved her more than words could bare. "Why are you so fucking perfect?" Eddie asked softly, Chrissy's soft thumb wiping away the tears from her face. "Why are you perfect?" Chrissy asked back with a smile. "Cmon, lets go to bed yeah?" Eddie nodded, holding the one she loved close. For once, Eddie didn't feel like a freak, she felt euphoric.