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Hood Assistant
Prompt Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Next Ao3
Part 4
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Hate is born from fear, and rebellion from curiosity, so what is love born from?
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Jonathan Crane wasn't always a clinically insane villain, or that's what he tells himself inside his cell; he was a brilliant scientist, and everything was going perfectly until the conflict of morality entered his practices.
It was just a couple of people, there are millions of them. Crane saw no problem in subjecting his own co-workers to his new invention "fear gas" and it was a success! for a few minutes at least; and then he was accused of so many absurd things that he can't be bothered to try to remember.
The worst part was not that, but the thousands of eyes that always watched him from the window, reddish eyes judging the center of his soul, those damn feathered creatures that mocked him, since he was a child he could remember the flying rats circling around him, he hated them!
Always there, always watching, judging, judging, judging, yelling loudly, laughing at him, Crane had had enough; even when "Scarecrow" was born he tried to drive them away, that was the whole purpose of the damn body protection, the research suit of him, but even during his last fight with batman they were there. The "Robins" themselves caused him dislike because they alluded to those flying monsters.
Finally he could get rid of them, he had decided to share his research to the world by testing it on humans in the past, when he still cared about general opinion; That was apparently disapproved, however if he got rid of the airborne pests it should be better right?
"I am a genius!" Crane exclaimed between laughs as he walked through the desolate streets of Crime Alley, his escape was not difficult at all, there were as many corrupt guards in Arkham as there were in the police, only one of his men got the job and before anyone knew it he was free.
He had made up his mind, if he could combine his research and get rid of those flying beasts it would all be worth it, literally two birds with one stone! a little infection in the legs of one of them and not even Batman could stop him.
"I have to get close to those things, though," Scarecrow muttered in disgust, watching the crows watching him from the telephone wires, "I suppose sacrifices must be made for human progress."
From the top of a telephone tower, a light-eyed crow watched the villain curiously, flapping its wings and following him through the streets. It was normal since he wasn't an adult yet so most things made him curious, a few days ago he had followed a bright red helmet and he fed him, he assumed it would be the same situation.
"Sacrifice, sacrifice," the crow exclaimed, echoing Crane's words, albeit in a slightly broken way.
"That's right, sacrifices" although he was reluctant to agree, Scarecrow nodded "now where was my safe house? I had one around here"
With easy steps, not caring too much about the fact that he was a fugitive at the time, Crane headed toward a mostly abandoned apartment complex, he recalled setting up a safe house on the spot.
"Here it is!"
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"Ugh, Cujo turn off the alarm," Danny muttered, tiredly rolling over on his bed, and trying to put a pillow over his ears.
Failing to accomplish his task, he gave up and removed the pillow, getting up and trying to open his eyes to focus on his surroundings. Even though it was mostly dark in his room, ghost powers were quite useful when it came to night vision.
"Johnny what the hell are you doing here?" The half questioned seeing not only Cujo sleeping next to him but also a blond ghost glowing like a radioactive pit in the middle of his room. He wondered if he was watching him sleep but ended up dismissing the thought, Johnny would get bored doing that.
"I came to notify you and this is how you pay me?" the ghost asked, offended, he'd hung up on his late night call with Kitty and all.
"Notify me what?" The doubtful boy questioned as he petted the ghost dog, which instead of waking up just rolled to the side reluctantly "and how did Cujo not wake up with all that noise? Did you set an alarm?"
"No, it's all over the city" Johnny sighed, although he didn't need sleep he liked to "Something about a place called Arc Ham, an escape, I didn't quite understand what they were talking about"
"Uh, I don't know what they mean either" the halfa frowned and checked his phone, it was 4:42 in the morning and he had an unread message.
Early Meeting - Jason
Johnny moved closer to read because privacy in the apartment was apparently optional, or so Danny thought wearily.
"Oh, he wants to see you early? More time for you to fantasize about your life together and your future cat" the blond scoffed.
"Shut up Johnny, I still have to ask Hood about his relationship, I'm not breaking up a couple" Danny said resignedly, he really needed to confirm that.
Deciding that it wasn't really possible for him to go back to sleep he stretched and yawned, maybe it would be a good start to his day early.
"Let's go have breakfast, it's going to be 5 o'clock anyway and I don't think we'll sleep with all that noise" he commented leaving his room and going to the living room of the apartment, to be part of an abandoned building in one of the worst places from the city it was quite spacious; Of course, both Technus and Danny made some improvements, avoiding touching the strange room in the back.
"Sure Hun, I could use some ecto" the ghost followed him, letting the pup sleep for a bit longer.
When they turned on the kitchen lights, something began to knock on the door. It seemed that they were trying to open it, the ghost and the halfa looked at each other doubtfully.
"Sacrifice, sacrifice!" The voice of a crow was heard outside.
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"What do you mean Scarecrow escaped from Arkham, Replacement?" Jason questioned with annoyance as he walked through his apartment, a couple of hours ago he had finished his rounds on Crime Alley and it turns out that he couldn't sleep because he had a crazy person on his streets.
"Yes, he is in your territory so we decided not to interfere until we told you first" Tim said, his relationship with his older brother was strained at best.
"Don't you dare invade, I'll take care of him." Jason frowned, he didn't need the whole gang in his house.
"It'd be safer if we could go now, Little Wing-" Dick tried to reason.
"No, I'll take care of him" Jason stated again.
"Fine, but let us know if you need backup" Dick sighed, there was no reasoning with his little brother when he was like that, he was too stubborn.
"It's too early anyway, he's probably hiding, Crane is dramatic enough to wait until dark." Jason sighed reluctantly, waving goodbye and disconnecting the communications.
"It's better if I gather the gang earlier, don't you think, beautiful?" He questioned bending down and stroking Dog's head affectionately, although at first he was going to leave the pitbull at a shelter, he had grown fond of her.
Deciding that this was the best course of action he sent a message to all the "Hoodlins" or whatever they decided to call themselves that week for an earlier meeting. It was better to coordinate a delivery of gas masks in the community, for any mishap. Just in case Crane decided to go even crazier than usual.
"At least they didn't ask about the helmet" he hummed uncertainly, technically there was nothing wrong, but after a confrontation with a gang and some baseball bats it ended up being dented, his communications were pretty affected.
He could quickly repair it in the Batcave but he refused to set foot in the place before the weekly meeting Alfred forced them to attend. He decided to check it out in the afternoon, he was pretending to be just "Jason" and could claim that the Hood was looking for Crane, which wasn't a lie.
In the worst case he would call Babs to alert the bats if he ran into Scarecrow while he was camouflaging himself as a "civilian", he hated being rescued but it was unlikely to happen.
He couldn't be that unlucky, right?
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"Uh, I wonder if it's the owners calling," Danny muttered under his breath as the door kept swinging.
Deciding to ignore the strange phenomenon for now (what could happen to them? They were already dead) he passed a container of ecto to Johnny while he poured himself a coffee, with radioactive green foam of course.
"Didn't food used to come alive when you did that?" questioned the ghost looking at the coffee uncertainly, he had fought alive hot dogs before and didn't find it a fun experience.
"Not in such small quantities, my parents had a full fridge; it's like comparing putting a drop of acid in water with putting a drop of water in acid" the halfa commented nonchalantly, all of his ectoplasm was arranged to isolate itself from food and being properly protected, the radiation was basically nil.
"Right." Johnny internally wondered if no one had called child protection or OSHA, but looking at the boy who was literally a foot from the grave he figured it was too late.
The ghost decided that it was better to change the subject before going into an existential crisis about his friend/ex/roommate with little sense of survival and unsafe home, Danny was not a Fenton anymore after all. Luckily he remembered an important question that Kitty had asked him earlier.
"Hey Danny, if you didn't have money to pay for an apartment when you got here, how did you get this place?" Johnny questioned curiously as the thought came to his mind again, he remembered the halfa complaining about it, and Kitty was curious too.
Danny didn't answer and just looked away, which made the blonde suspicious.
"Danny?" he asked again
"Maybe there was an empty apartment in good condition and I just...occupied it" the halfa replied, drinking his coffee and trying to get out of the conversation.
"DID YOU STEAL AN APARTMENT?" The ghost exclaimed in surprise.
"Well, it's not stealing if no one is claiming it" the boy defended himself.
"Weren't you supposed to be the hero?" Johnny questioned in dismay.
 "No, I'm retired," Danny shrugged.
Johnny looked at the boy again, trying to connect the current image with the teenage hero he remembered, guessing he had simply slipped more to the gray side of things.
Was it his fault? He questioned himself for a few seconds before remembering all the boy's influences in his life and denying, no, Danny definitely had worse examples.
"Actually there is a room that we decided not to check for that reason, it felt weird" commented the halfa looking at the end of the corridor "Technus said it was creepy and I left it alone"
"Aren't you curious what can scare even a ghost?" The blond asked, now he wanted to explore the room.
"No Johnny, leave the place alone" Danny dismissed the comment.
"Oh come on, you can't just say there's a secret and unexplored room and forbid it" the ghost frowned, maybe he was getting carried away by the same influence of rebellion that had led him to die but he didn't care.
"I'm literally Schrödinger's cat, I don't want to be the cat that dies of curiosity too, the next thing we know I'll grow cat ears" the halfa denied, what works, works.
"Coward" the blond frowned annoyed.
"Fine, you can search the room but it will be at your own risk, okay? You have to face the consequences if something happens" Danny resigned himself to letting Johnny discover whatever was in there, he didn't care so much but maybe it would be nice to know .
"Cool!" The ghost lit up like a Christmas tree and floated to the mysterious door, opening it.
The room was quite strange, it looked like a study full of chemicals and various things, there were multiple glass bottles bubbling and had formulas on the walls; the final result, if the annotations could be trusted, it looked like some kind of spray, the ghost approached the container with curiosity. It was obvious that the place hadn't been used in a while, but someone had left a job unfinished.
"Uh, it looks like some kind of gas, I think this was a mad scientist's house" Johnny commented uncertainly as he sprayed some gas, it didn't seem to do anything, but to be fair he didn't really need to breathe, and there was no way it would affect his skin if it wasn't meant for ectoplasm.
"A gas?" Danny peeked down the hall, seeing the chem lab Johnny was in, he supposed it was ironic moving from a house with a lab in the basement to an apartment with a lab down the hall.
"Yeah, there's a trap door here, so there must be more, maybe even a basement" the ghost commented curiously, it was obvious what he planned to explore next "the gas doesn't do anything though"
"It's probably meant for humans, you don't breathe so it doesn't affect you" the halfa theorized more than determined to get away from the lab if Johnny was spraying dangerous substances all over the place.
"I guess" The ghost agreed, he was about to open the hatch when he heard the front door give way; he left the laboratory alarmed and closed the door, he could see the place when someone was not invading his temporary haunt.
"Sacrifice, sacrifice!" was heard again.
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"Damn, the door is locked" after twenty minutes of pushing the apartment door Scarecrow was starting to get annoyed, he knew the place was old but this was just ridiculous.
To top it off, the number of crows that were watching him had increased, what was the point of the disguise if they were going to follow him like lost ducklings?
"Get out, get out, get out" he tried to push them away, it probably looked ridiculous, considering that the little annoyances flapped their wings and came closer, he could see in their eyes how they were judging him again, it was frustrating.
"Get out, get out, get out" the crows repeated together.
Crane's anger was building, were the damn birds kicking him out? He couldn't believe the nerve of the things, he really needed to get rid of them as soon as possible. If only the bloody door would give way.
"Shut up!" He exclaimed in annoyance, although he knew that wouldn't work.
"Shut up, shut up" repeated the crows with joy, they really were very intelligent.
Deciding to ignore the creatures he turned his attention to the door again; after all his attempts the damn thing had opened and he could access his safe house.
"Finally!" Scarecrow smiled, he just needed a few minutes in his lab and everything would be solved.
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Shadow wasn't very forthcoming, unlike most concept-born ghosts who expressed their opinions freely, they preferred hiding; They could understand that most of their acquaintances had thought they were just part of Johnny and honestly they didn't care. Because as stupid as it sounds bad luck marveled at love, and he learned the most important thing: to spend your existence learning by your Soulmate's side, protecting and caring for them was worth it.
And maybe it was true, that nothing and no one was immune to falling in love, platonic or romantic; and as is well known, everyone does stupid things for love.
So, you can understand why as soon as Shadow felt danger near their haunt, they decided to check the surroundings; Johnny would probably wake up soon but it was more important to ensure the safety of his light. Their obsession might not be protection like the halfa's, but they were going to vanish before leaving the blond unprotected against an unknown threat.
They found it curious to see a man in a strange costume on the streets. At first they thought it was a ghost but they couldn't feel any ectoplasm inside him. Curiously, they hid within the nearby shadows. It was probably for that reason that the strange term attracted many crows, it was said that they were the symbol of bad luck and they honestly liked them.
"Sacrifice, sacrifice" sang one of the younger crows approaching, Shadow couldn't help but get out of the shadows and approach the little thing, instead of moving away the crow flew towards them and snuggled into their arms, or what was supposed to be their arms.
The disguised stranger continued to walk away, the crows that had surrounded them at the beginning seemed to take more interest in the disguise and decided to follow him. That was probably better, the human was talking to himself, which could teach the birds more, after all Shadow preferred not to talk at all.
Seeing that there was no more danger, they decided to go back to their haunt companions, the weird guy followed by crows didn't seem like a threat so they could go back to Johnny and make sure the surroundings were safe again. With the goal in mind they walked away with the raven in their arms.
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"Shadow?" questioned Johnny curiously seeing his partner at the door, his thoughts about the strange lab almost forgotten, "what do you have there?"
"Sacrifice! Sacrifice!" exclaimed the crow in the ghost's arms, flying around the apartment.
"Oh no, no, no, no, no more pets in this apartment" Danny immediately shook his head upon seeing the little bird singing "much less sadistic pets"
"The only pet we have here is Cujo" Johnny claimed, offended.
Danny decided not to mention that taking care of both Johnny and Shadow was equivalent to taking care of two more pets, because they required almost the same as Cujo: food and attention. Well, more Johnny, Shadow was pretty quiet and didn't demand anything.
"Uhu, we're not adopting a crow." Danny rolled his eyes at the pleading eyes of both ghosts.
“Crow! Crow!” Exclaimed the excited crow.
"But he's so smart, and he's a quick learner" the blonde said "Let's not adopt him, just let him stay around often, please?"
"Please, please!" It seemed that the crow itself was begging, so the halfa sighed.
"Fine, we'll let him go, but he can climb out the window if he chooses and we'll feed him." Danny said, it was obvious he was going to have another pet to take care of.
"Excellent!" Johnny looked at Shadow expectantly, Shadow simply nodded, clapping their hands and hugged the blond before merging back to their original place "Shadow agrees too"
“Gree, Gree" the crow was learning too many words and sounds.
"You're a very smart crow aren't you?" Danny called the bird that had landed on his head "I'll call you Poe."
"Poe! Poe!" The crow moved over his head and flew to his shoulder.
"Fine, but I have to go to work in a few minutes anyway, Johnny don't wake Cujo up, and if anything happens call me okay?" The halfa couldn't help but go to get ready for work, probably a little better than he should.
"The Twinkcito is lost" Johnny laughed as he sat down next to the crow that was now perched on the sofa "I'm sure he dressed up too much to go see Jay"
"Twi!Twi!cito!" Poe tried to get the word out.
"Yes, Twinkcito head over heels in love," Johnny encouraged him.
"Love love!" Poe exclaimed proudly.
When Danny ran out of the apartment, after spending too much time considering what he should wear, Johnny decided not to comment on how his little visitor had followed him.
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"Sorry, am I too late?" Danny hurried to meet Jason at the right place, he had come running because it took him too long to decide what to wear, which was a little ridiculous when he ended up wearing the same jacket Johnny gave him in reverse.
"No, you're just in time, I was going to make the announcement" Jason smiled a little relieved, he had been scared that some of his men were missing "Okay, listen up"
He raised his voice to get the attention of most of the people gathered, although it didn't have as much effect as the moment a crow landed on his head, Jason looked at him strangely, but decided to ignore it as Danny waved the crow off.
"Scarecrow escaped last night" Jason continued, grunts were heard from the crowd "yeah, I'm not excited either, but we'll spend today handing out gas masks around Crime Alley, okay?"
After a general agreement he turned to Danny who was looking at the crow in a panic "Are you okay?"
"Ah, yes, perfectly, yes" the halfa replied a little upset.
"Twinkcito! Twinkcito!" Poe exclaimed happily.
"Johnny" Danny growled as he heard the crow.
"I suppose it's yours?" Jason chuckled but tried to cover it up by coughing, which didn't have much of an effect when Danny saw his betrayal.
"It's not mine, my roommate brought it and he's been following us but I thought he'd leave as soon as I got out of the apartment" the boy sighed.
"I guess he's taken a liking to you, what do you think about joining us today buddy?" Jason questioned patting the crow's head, though he wondered if he should look up more about that Johnny.
"Love! Love!" The crow exclaimed excited.
They both stared at the crow's words for a few seconds, Danny was the first to look away embarrassed, he was going to find out how to kill Johnny twice. One word shouldn't cause you to instinctively look at someone damn it.
"Right." Jason cleared his throat and led Danny over to the gas masks he had collected for these occasions, most of the goons were grabbing their own bag but since he was technically still a suspect, and fairly new, he had decided to join the boy for the task.
The morning passed quickly as Danny followed Jason carrying a bag of the masks that they were handing out together through Crime Alley. In general it seemed that Jay was focusing on the children, it was common for them to change places so he was worried that his companions would not reach them in time. The crow had moved away a while ago.
Danny greeted the kids who had arrived last time and they asked when he would be back at the soup kitchen.
"Well, I don't eat much, but if it's for work, probably next week" the halfa admitted.
Both Jason and the children looked at him uncertainly. Jason wondered if he should raise his pay since he hadn't given him any money yet, so maybe he didn't have food; or whether he should prepare refreshments for him. The children were more direct.
"Don't you eat much? Don't you have food at home?" A surprised girl questioned.
"Yes, I have food, although today I only had coffee for breakfast" Danny shrugged "my friend makes sure I eat something during the day, I usually forget about it"
Jason frowned at the answer, so the problem wasn't money.
"You're going to have breakfast with me on the days we work together" the vigilante pointed out, probably more demanding than he intended.
"Huh? Okay" Danny blushed, thinking that Jay had indirectly asked him out "Won't Hood have a problem with that?"
"Why would he?" Jason looked at Danny doubtfully. "I'm pretty sure he'll feed you as soon as I mention it to him."
The children looked at each other and after a quick conversation where Danny assured that he was not starving, they said goodbye. Each one with a mask in hand and a new tidbit about "Jay, the new guy and Hood"
After a while of distributing the masks Danny decided to ask.
"Jay, what's a Scarecrow?"
"Right, you're new to Gotham" Jason reminded "he's a recurring villain, he likes to scare people with fear gas"
"Oh" Danny remembered the lab at home "green gas?"
"Not necessarily, I really don't know what color it will be as he updates the formula." Jason was pretty sure Crane preferred purple for some reason.
"And by any chance he wears a Scarecrow mask and dresses weird?" Danny questioned looking across the street in a bit of a panic.
"Yeah, how did you know?" Jason asked curiously.
"Sacrifice! Sacrifice!" The crow flapping in front of them in a panic, Jason noticed that Danny was reaching into the bag.
It was at that moment that a building exploded behind him and Jason could hear Crane's characteristic laugh from across the street. He was relieved that he hadn't noticed them until Scarecrow fixed his gaze on the crow near them.
"Finally, I will get rid of those monsters and fear will rule all of Gotham!" Crane exclaimed with glee, laughing as the gas began to spread out down the street.
Jason cursed his luck, the only day the mad scientist had preferred to attack in the middle of the damn afternoon and he didn't have his weapons or his helmet with him "Danny you have to get out of here"
"No" Danny continued searching, but at the end of the bag he could only find a mask "you have to get out of here and gather the others"
Jason fixed his gaze on the approaching gas, Crane closing in on them too fast, driven to get rid of the crow next to them.
"Danny, the masks" Jason was cursing, he had to be stuck as a civilian.
"There's only one left" the halfa murmured worriedly.
Before Jason could say anything else, the gas was beginning to spread until almost reaching his face, he turned to Danny in a panic when he felt a weight on his nose.
"What the hell do you think you're doing? You've never faced fear gas before, you have no resistance!" Jason exclaimed in concern, trying to remove Danny's hands from his face where he had put the only gas mask on.
No matter how hard he tried to struggle, the boy had more strength than he appeared. Jason didn't have time for pretty boys with a hero complex, it was too dangerous.
"Love! Love!" The crow exclaimed in panic, rising to where the gas was not reaching.
"Yeah, I'm probably being an idiot, I know." Danny was aware of that, he didn't know how his own unique physiology would react to the gas, but he could handle Frighty's dimension, and if anything happened he would at least know that Jay would be safe. His core couldn't bear to leave someone in danger, much less someone he likes.
"Now is not the time to be a hero!" Jason complained angrily when the boy adjusted the mask on his face, he could see Danny being surrounded by the damn gas.
"I'm not a hero Jay" Danny denied, it had been a long time since he was one, he swallowed looking around, not knowing what to expect "But I know some people are worth going crazy for"
Was he being a hopeless romantic? Yeah; logically he knew he could have gotten rid of the effects another time where he was paying more attention, there were many solutions: not breathing, surrendering to his ghost form, becoming intangible, but as he had mentioned earlier, he was a fool; he could feel his head start to cloud over, he had gasped in reflex panic, he was scared of not finding a mask for Jay and he forgot about himself, it was too late.
"Damn," Jason growled as he pressed the button that called Oracle, he held Danny close to his body as he saw him start to tremble "fuck, fuck."
"Jason? What's wrong?" Barbara's voice sounded shaken, it was early for anyone in the family to call, and Jason calling was rare.
"Crane, I'm engaged, tell the bats to hurry up or I swear I'll shoot him in the head" he said annoyed "he's not paying attention to me but I'm in front of him, I'll hide in a nearby alley, tell them to hurry up fucking immediately"
Oracle hastened to call the bats tracking his current location as Jason walked off into one of the nearby alleys, leading a trembling Danny along with him.
"You're an idiot" he murmured sadly, hugging the boy; he held him when the boy couldn't stand up and began to mutter in panic.
He knew there wasn't much he could do, he had a gun hidden in his thigh but if he killed Crane he would have another argument with B, and he was honestly not in the mood, he didn't want to leave Danny alone either.
"They better hurry up, damn it" even though he knew there was no point getting upset, he couldn't help it, he was aware that it would take a while for the bats to even process an antidote for Scarecrow's new formula.
"No wait, don't leave me alone" Danny stirred where he was still nestled in his arms, Jason stroked his back lovingly.
"Shh, its okay, you're not alone, I'm here" the vigilante knew it was useless, most of the victims of the fear gas were not aware of their surroundings, but he needed to do something to console the stupid man who decided to jump into an unknown danger for him, who did not think twice before deciding that he was worth it.
"You make it very difficult to suspect you, you know?" Jason sighed "I think I grew fond of you too, Doll."
And really, this guy was unfair, how could Jason resist falling for this asshole?
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Aaand tag time, sorry for all the wait, honestly it was a bit of a difficult week but I wasn't going to let the week go by without an update so here we are, I hope you liked it (Hi Nixxie), I don't know how I keep accidentally making my chapters bigger but hey, I was really excited to write this scene and here we are, I hope this story doesn't go too fast for you, tell me your theories about the lab or anything else haha
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heongiu · 10 months
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Hello may I request gun, jake, and goo when their s/o wants to go to the gym for the first time? Headcanons, maybe sexual (😏😏) or not, it's up to you
Thankyou for the request Anon! and Omfg I'll try to add a little nsfw in between hehe ;)
Park Jonggun
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Well you were the one who approached him and asked him if you could accompany his gym for the first time.
And it did not go well haha..
"What? You? Going to gym? Are you sure you'll be okay?"
He's continuously gonna question you, well uh you've never thought about going to gym before. He's kind of..worried.
Well if you insist, he'll let you go, but dont expect him to let you do your thing.
"Y/N that's not how we do pull ups.. "
"Y/n that's the wrong set of dumbells.."
"You should've learnt some basics to start with, it's would've been easier that way"
Y/n this Y/n that, you got so frustrated you simply left, and he didn't care too much, cause he knew you'd come back in an hour or so because you didn't know what else to do (lol)
NSFW: There can be instances where you're all panting from exhaustion after doing so much of exercise/cardio or whatever and he'd get turned on by your well, moans. He wouldn't care to find a spot to fuck you, he'll uhh just do it.
Kim Joongoo
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Let's just say, he'll annoy you, pester you and irritate you as much as he likes.
"Y/n you're going to gym?! SERIOUSLY?!"
"do you wanna be muscular? Haha I bet you do because you wanna fight and defeat me, but you still won't be able to~"
Well you can do whatever you want, wherever you wish to and just don't hurt yourself, and if you do..
"PFT-- oh I'm sorry like did you get hurt really bad sweetheart?"
He does care about you but he won't stop making fun of you for your silly little mistakes
"Hey your posture was so off *insert wheezing* o-oop sorry but like THAT WAS HILAR-" You smack him on his head with your bottle and he goes "ouch-ouch" in pain.
Well at least he cared to help you, so next time, maybe learn the basics and the advance by yourself.
Its better I promise, and if you really wanna learn from him, well uh then good luck!
NSFW: he's a little touchy whenever he teaches you, touching and rubbing your thighs up and down when he corrects your stance. Or 'accidentally' placing a kiss every now and then on your neck when he's close to you. And not just any kiss, it's very seductive.
Kim Gimyung
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Yayy Green flag arrives once again!
You tell him you wanna go to the gym, and he's all happy and smiley.
"Really? That's great" giving you that cheesy grin, winking at you.
You both at the gym omg it's gonna be a great time together.
He would like love to help you out like whatever you're doing he'll keep asking you if you're fine with it.
Even when you're doing just fine.
Might cackle in between of your struggle but will rush to you for your help.
And he'll smack your ass in between your exercises, especially when you're hitting legs and your back is visible.
He'll make sure any creep looking in your direction gets disposed of.
Occasionally even Jerry is accompanying you both, maybe even lineman, brad and Jason, but that's just when Jake feels like they should come as well. Other than that if you want that time to be spent only between you two, he has no problem.
NSFW: Sometimes when you struggle, he finds it sort of, cute. And it's kind of a turn on for him. He loves your little frame trying to do courageous tasks. Smacking your ass in between exercises, touching your ass unintentionally when he's helping you. Phew.
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literallyrave · 29 days
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Jason getting an unexpected surge of pit madness and one of the batsiblings (up to you) tries to help him out of it. Jason is semi lucid maybe because these have been happening for a while and he's desperately trying to not hurt his sibling and begs for them to go away :') good luck with the writing/creativity block<3
Fudge Cookies
I love this ask so much!! This is the first time writing for something that wasn’t an essay so please bear with me, this was really fun to write overall!! idk if I did this right because I’m not to fond of pit madness but it’s still a fun concept so this is my take on it
Warnings: PTSD, aggressive behavior, language
It was getting bad, really bad, extremely fucking bad. Jason was supposed to be getting ready for patrol. He went to Wayne manor to get one of his gadgets fixed up since the bat cave seemed to have every death trap and work bench in history. Jason was in the batcave, leaning against a wall trying to keep calm, focus on his hands, the colors he was seeing, anything but the pounding in his head and the urge to choke someone until they take one last breath.
There were footsteps, of fucking course, they weren’t heavy like Bruce’s, not as steep as Dick’s, and not as feathery as Tim’s.
“Do you plan on leaving or are you just gonna lean on my workspace?” Damian said with Witt, hands on his hips as he gave Jason a glance before noticing Jason’s eyes and how they looked glassy and angry
“Are you feeling alright?” Damian asked with a stand offish tone before letting his arms go down to his sides
“Fine just- want to be alone” Jason stumbled, his gaze looking away from Damian, his voice just wanted to make him pounce
“Because leaving you alone with the most deadly weapons would keep you and everyone feeling safe?” Damian replied, always so damn snarky, Jason thought.
He wanted to reply back with his own snarky, almost demeaning reply but he could only muster up a “Jesus I’m-I’m fine okay? I’ll be out in a minute, go.” Jason shivered, he crossed his arms over his stomach
“Seriously? You’re obviously not okay, Jason. I’ll go get father-“ Damian’s voice was cut off by a “NO! Do NOT get Bruce- Just-“ Jason lets out a shaken breath as he pinches the bridge of his nose. Frustrated, and scared, thats what Jason was right now.
"Fine. But I can’t leave you here, what’s wrong?” Damian’s voice was still normal but more with a hint concern when he didn’t get a response, only Jason’s eyes aimlessly looking at the wall to Damian’s right.
Jason was out of it, he wasn’t hearing a voice or anything other then the sound of a crowbar hit his ribs, his bones snapping. It made him aggressive thinking about what he could’ve done, how weak and hopeless he felt. He snapped his head forward when he heard a loud *SNAP* in front of him to be met with Damian’s hands clasped together before putting them down.
“You should lay down. Zoning out while feeling fatigued could mean you have hypoglycemia, do you not consume enough sugar?" He thought he was simply fatigued? Jason wasn't necessarily mad about that, it was better then him knowing he felt a need to quite literally beat someone to death and that he was reliving hell.
"Damian. Go. Please" He practically begged as his breaths sharpened. He didn't want to hurt anyone, but if he kept hearing this nagging, aching voice he would.
"I really don't necessarily like you but i know that you clearly need help, and said 'help' cannot be provided in the bat cave of all places" Damian didn't dislike his brother at all but he did right now he was being stubborn! Thats how Damian viewed it so he went on, and on for about 20 seconds before Jason practically lunged forward
"Listen, you are being a fucking- Damian, i'm begging just- don't talk" Jason's eyes became glassy as he walked off. Damian was opened his mouth to speak but was cut off
"I-I'll go to my room just- leave me alone" Jason walked as if he was drunk. Damian watched from a distance, following behind Jason to make it to his room until he came to a stop halfway in the hallway.
Jason nearly fell on his ass if his hand wasn't leaning on the wall. Nothing was off about the house just an anomaly, said anomaly being the chair he was sat in for months that felt like a decade. Jason knew it wasn't real but it was unnerving with the silence. He stared at the blood on the back, the arm rests with the ropes before snapping out of it. Walking forward until he got to his room. He slammed the door closed as he stumbled to his bed with a cry.
Damian was worried, he cared about his family even if he didn't act like it. He wasn't good at comforting people, so when he is told more then two times he should be alone he wanted to leave him alone. But he also didn't want his brother to feel alone. He remembered those cookies Alfred had made, chocolate chip with fudge in the middle, a complete sugar overdose that Jason *somehow* liked.
Jason's head pounded like a small alien was trying to take over his brain. He took the pain killers in his bedside drawer, which obviously wouldn't cut it off but would at least ease it, even if it was only a tiny bit. He laid on his bed as he felt like he was melting, the sounds of everything that had happened, the voices, everything was too much until there was the small click of his door opening. The talking in his head stopped and they sounds were fainting as glass was lightly heard tapping the carpeted floor.
He sat up, seeing cookies sat by his door he wobbly went to the plate, picked it up and brought it back to the bed. He unconsciously picked up a cookie and bit into it. His favorite cookie since he was 9. The fudge was warm and the chocolate chips were cold. He looked down at the plate, about to pick another one up before seeing a blue sticky note that read 'i've made Alfred make another batch. He says they will be done in about 28 minutes. Please come down into the living room by then so we can play chess PS: i will win' was wrote in red pen ink. Jason rolled his eyes as a grin threatened his lips. The pounding was like a light heartbeat now, no voices, no sounds, no anything. Maybe it was just low blood sugar after all.
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Basketballs and Bat Tattoos (Eddie Munson x Reader)
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Eddie Munson x Sinclair! Reader (She/Her)
Warnings: vague threats of violence???
Synopsis: When Y/N finds out that Eddie has been making fun of her brother Lucas, she has to do something about it
Y/N notes: muscle/ toned build
Ty again to my black readers who gave me advise on this! I really like Lucas and I wanna write more Sinclair! Reader where she has a different personality so if you’ve got an idea, shoot it my way! I might write it
I know that black female characters get the “aggressive, more masculine” trope a lot and it was never my intention to make my first Sinclair! Reader a stereotype, it just kinda happened. I want you to know that whenever I write Y/N, I’m always imagining her as somewhat myself (a half white half Asian girl). BUT it’s not always about your intentions with your content, it’s how it is perceived by the audience that consumes it. So again, if you’re black and wanna talk about this, send me a message in my inbox and I’ll DM you so we can talk:)
Ty for reading, have a nice day!
- Willow
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Y/N happily made her way down the hallway towards the locker rooms, her bag with her basketball kit on her back.
After school practice was always her favourite. Being the captain of the girls basketball team, she had a lot of responsibility. Not that she worried too much about that. Making sure everyone was having fun was always the most important thing, and that came easily to Y/N.
She was peppy and bubbly, an easily likeable person. She was helpful and considerate, and passionate about her sport. Someone having a bad time during her practices was a rarity.
The sea of students headed in the opposite direction to the exit, ready to go home. A couple of them greeted Y/N as they left.
“See ya tomorrow Sinclair!”
“See ya!”
“Have a good practice!”
“Thanks I will!”
“Hey Y/N!” A familiar freshman greeted.
“Oh hey Dustin! You heading to Hellfire club?” She asked with a smile. She noted the shirt he wore, one she had seen many, many times.
“Yeah Mike’s gonna meet me there.” Dustin replied excitedly. He hesitated for a moment. “Is… Lucas coming tonight?” A hopeful glint in his eyes.
“No I think he’s going to basketball practice.” Y/N replied, sharing in the younger one’s disappointment. Dustin sighed and nodded.
“Okay well tell him I said hi. Have fun doing basketball stuff!” He yelled as left, pushing through the older kids. Y/N gave him a wave and continued on her way.
Lucas had been seeing his old friends less and less recently. When he told Y/N that he was starting basketball, she was ecstatic. The oldest had been trying to get her younger siblings to play sports with her for years with no luck. But something was wrong.
Why the sudden interest? It didn’t take her long to figure it out. High school’s a tough time for anyone, but it’s also a fresh start. A chance to reinvent yourself. Y/N had always been one of the popular kids. She couldn’t relate to Lucas’ struggles as a nerd, but she could see it was hard at times. If he wanted to try and be someone new, she wasn’t gonna stop him. She’d just keep a close eye.
As she was thinking, Y/N spotted her younger brother ahead, also heading to the locker rooms. She jogged to catch up with him.
“Lucas!” She said loudly as she slapped a hand down on his shoulder, making him jump.
“Jeez Y/N!” Lucas looked to his left at his sister, slightly annoyed as his shock subsided. She grinned.
“Oh you’re jumpy today. Y’know that’s a sign of a guilty conscience? Whatcha’ hidin’ from me?” She poked.
“Nothing.” Lucas huffed, moving away from her. Y/N chuckled.
“You excited for practice? Jason and I are planning on getting the girls and guys teams to train together today.”
“Oh nice.” He nodded, no where near as excited as his sister. Y/N paused before speaking again.
“I just saw Dustin.” She saw Lucas flinch at his friend’s name. “He says hi.”
“Ah. Right.” Y/N waited another moment saying more.
“You’ve been missing a lot of the Hellfire sessions recently.” She commented.
“Yeah well they clash with practice so…” Lucas mumbled. Y/N could tell he was still conflicted with hanging with the jocks and hanging with his friends.
“You can practice basketball at any time. You can only do Eddie’s campaign right now.” Y/N stated.
She liked Eddie. The fact that he took Lucas and his freshman friends under his wing and gave them a place in school where they could be themselves. He was always unapologetically himself and he oozed passion for what he did, just like Y/N.
They were very alike in a way.
“Yeah well I’m one of the popular kids now and they’re not so…” Lucas’ words trailed off as they reached the locker rooms. The siblings stood outside to continue to talk.
“Hmm well sports were always my thing. You never wanted to play with me when we were little. Yet you suddenly do now? Your thing was all that nerdy shit-“
“Don’t call it nerdy shit!” Lucas defended. “And Erica likes that nerdy shit now!”
“Oh so what? This is just copy the older sibling?” Y/N asked with a teasing smile.
“I thought you’d be excited that I was finally playing with you.” Lucas mumbled, looking at the ground. He pushed the boys locker room open, Y/N grabbed his arm and pulled him away.
“Hey hey hey. You okay? I was just kidding, you know that right?” Y/N searched Lucas’ face to see if he understood. He just huffed and pulled himself away from her grip.
“Yeah whatever I’m fine. It’s just…” Lucas stopped taking. Y/N could tell from his tone that this wasn’t about her.
“Just what? What’s wrong?” She asked, concerned.
“Eddie started hassling me after I missed one session and he keeps doing it.” Lucas finally replied. “Makes me not wanna go anymore…”
“Wait really?” Y/N asked, a mix of surprise and sadness in her voice. She didn’t expect that from Eddie. Lucas continued to look at the ground.
“Yeah he kinda makes fun of me.” He mumbled.
“Does he now?” Y/N replied, leaning back slightly. She folder her arms. Her sadness was turning into annoyance and silent rage. Lucas’ eyes widened in panic.
“Don’t say anything to him! Please!” He held his hands out frantically, like she was gonna run down to Hellfire club that second and punch Eddie right in the face. Y/N stayed where she was of course, thinking about what she should do. Her eyebrows furrowed.
“Yeah well that’s what you told me to do with those bullies you had in middle school and-”
“You’ll just make it worse.” Lucas said seriously. Y/N stopped talking, not sure on what to say. “Just- I can deal with my own problems, okay?” Lucas went to go and get changed, leaving Y/N unsure of her next move.
She couldn’t do nothing.
She had to help.
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“Hey, Eddie!” Y/N called out as she stormed over to the table in the lunch hall that next day. Mike and Dustin sunk in their seats.
“Shit…” They both mumbled. They had known Y/N basically their whole lives and only seen Y/N mad twice.
The first time was when she was 15. Her first boyfriend cheated on her so she made an alliance with the other girl he was seeing and beat the crap outta him. They were all in Lucas’ room, watching from the window as the guy was curled up on the sidewalk.
“Dude. Your sister’s fucking terrifying.” Dustin whispered. Half in fear, half in amazement.
“She can be when she needs to.” Lucas replied, glaring at the boy as the girls began to walk away. Y/N looked up at the bedroom, seeing the four younger kids. She smiled and gave them a wink.
The second time was when Erica was really little. She was being picked on by some girls in her grade. They were too young to beat up but Y/N didn’t need to get physical to put the fear of God in them. She screamed at the girls in the middle of the elementary school playground, the rest of the elementary schoolers watching, Erica standing beside her. Saying that if they so much as looked at Erica funny she would end them. Lucas can remember that as the point where Erica started being like she was now. Doesn’t take shit from no one. Must’ve been copying her sister.
Eddie however, had never seen Y/N be anything but bubbly and energetic. Her usual self. So he had no idea what he was in for.
“Sinclair. What’s the head of the girl’s basketball team doing talking to me?” Eddie grinned. His smile faulted slightly as Y/N got closer and he saw her face. She grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him up out of his chair, beginning to drag him out the room.
“Let’s talk.” Students watched as Eddie scrambled to stay on his own two feet. Mike and Dustin looked over to Lucas at the popular table. He scrunched his face up in embarrassment and hit his head on the table.
Y/N dragged Eddie out into the empty hallway, pushing him against the wall before finally letting go.
“Shit Sinclair.” Eddie said, catching his breath.
“You been giving my brother a hard time?” Y/N stood with her arms crossed, staring at him intently. Eddie’s panic seemed to lower, his smile retuning.
“What? No no I was just-“
“Don’t lie to me Munson.” Y/N cut him off with a low tone. She pointed a stern finger at him. Eddie frozen up then sighed. He put his hands in his jean pockets and shrugged.
“Okay okay maybe I was teasing him a little for hanging with you jocks but it was just a joke!” He chuckled nervously.
“A joke huh?” Y/N repeated. Her tone sounded threatening, sending chills down Eddie’s spine. She took a small step closer to him. Eddie stepped back, his back to the wall. He felt himself going down as his legs began to cave in under him. He sat on the floor, looking up at her.
Y/N put a foot against the wall, inches from Eddie’s face, and loomed over him.
“Say anything about Lucas playing basketball again, and I’ll end you.” Eddie gulped and nodded shakily. Y/N took her foot off the wall. “Good. Have a nice lunch Munson.” She said as she walked away.
After a minute or two of sitting on the floor, Eddie found the strength to stand up. He made his way back into the lunch hall and to his seat where he dropped down on it.
“Glad you’re still alive.” Dustin said.
“So what happened? What she say?” Mike asked. Eddie didn’t look at either of them.
He sat in silence, thinking over what had happened. He really wasn’t ready for any of that. He had no idea Y/N could act that way, she was always so nice and bubbly.
Maybe it made a little sense. He knew that Y/N had always been a passionate person, her love of basketball showed that immensely. She worked hard in classes and would never hesitate to go out of her way to help others. Guess that included threatening him for her younger brother.
Eddie felt the blood rushing to his cheeks. He didn’t want to admit it but…
… a part of him found the exchange weirdly hot. He kept thinking about Y/N’s leg so close to his face, foot on the wall. The girl’s basketball shorts showed off her toned calf and thigh.
“Eddie? You okay man?” Dustin asked.
“Y-Yeah. Yeah I’m okay.” He managed to say. He looked up, seeing Lucas leaving the lunch hall. “I’ll be right back guys. I gotta do something.”
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Y/N got home from school that day. She hadn’t seen Lucas since lunch. He had gone home before her so she hadn’t had a chance to talk to him.
“Hey Mom.” Y/N greeted as she entered the kitchen. Mrs. Sinclair was chopping vegetables, preparing dinner.
“Hey honey how was school? Practice good?” She asked, not taking her eyes off of the knife in her hand.
“Yeah it was good. Where’s Lucas?”
“In his room!” Erica shouted from the living room couch, watching tv with her Dad.
“Everything okay?” Y/N’s Mom asked, a little concerned. Y/N smiled at her and began walking towards the stairs.
“Yeah everything’s fine Mom, just basketball stuff y’know?” She shouted to her sister before going up. “Thanks Eri!”
Y/N dropped her things off in her room and went to Lucas’ door. Usually she would’ve just walked in, but today felt a little different. She knocked. “Lucas?”
“Come in.” Y/N opened the door to see her brother sitting on his bed, reading a comic. She stood in the doorway.
“Hey.” She greeted cautiously. Lucas smiled a little at her.
“Hey.” He didn’t seem mad which was a good sign. Y/N went and sat on Lucas’ bed.
“Look I’m sorry I made a big deal out of the Eddie situation but I couldn’t not do anything-”
“No it’s okay.” Lucas cut her off. “You actually helped a lot so, thanks.”
“I did?”
“I mean you could’ve chosen a more inconspicuous time and place but, yeah. Eddie found me at lunch and apologised.” A smile began to appear on Y/N’s face.
“Really?”
“Yeah. Really. He said he was sorry and that if I wanna play basketball then he doesn’t have any problems with that.”
“Wow.” Y/N’s smile widened then dropped. “Shit I feel kinda bad now.”
“What did you say to him?” Lucas frowned.
“That if he messed with you again I’d end him?” The siblings laughed.
“He must’ve been so scared!”
“He was! He fell to the floor! He was looking up at me with those big puppy dog eyes- damn maybe I took it too far.” Y/N looked to the ground, beginning to regret her decisions. Lucas continued to laugh as Y/N said her thoughts out loud. Erica walked into the room.
“The hell are you two talking about?”
“Erica remember when you had those bullies in elementary school?” Lucas asked, still laughing a little. Erica turned to her sister.
“Which loser at school did you beat up now?” She asked, hands on her hips.
“I didn’t beat up anyone! I just threatened to beat him up.” Y/N joked, making Lucas’ laughter start up again. Erica shrugged.
“He probably deserved it. Mom says come downstairs and help with dinner.” The siblings began walking down, still laughing.
“I’ll talk to him tomorrow.” Y/N said to Lucas.
“If he doesn’t run away.”
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The next day before school, Y/N waited in the parking lot for the familiar van. Soon enough it appeared and parked near the back. Y/N walked over as Eddie got out.
“Hey Eddie!” She called out. Her voice made the metalhead jump and drop his keys. He turned around to face her.
“Shit Sinclair I haven’t done anything else I swear-“
“Eddie. Chill. I’m not gonna do anything to you.” Y/N chuckled a little as she picked up his keys and handed them to him. Eddie cautiously took them from her. He could see she was back to her bubbly self but he was still on edge. “Lucas told me you apologised to him. That was sweet of you.”
Y/N began walking towards the school, Eddie followed, keeping a little distance between them.
“Uh well yeah I was thinking about what you said and I realised I was being a bit of an asshole.” He rubbed the back of his neck, a guilty look on his face.
“Well I’m sorry too. I was also being an asshole.”
“No no i-it’s fine I get it. You were protecting your brother and all but yeah.” Eddie breathed out. “Fucking hell Sinclair you can be scary when you wanna be.” The metalhead said, starting to smile. Y/N laughed.
“The reason I was so mad was because I like you Eddie, so I was mad that you were acting like that.”
“Y-You like me?” Eddie stopped walking at the entrance of the school. Y/N turned to him.
“Yeah of course I do. I know some of my friends might not share that opinion but yeah, I like you.” Eddie’s couldn’t help the corners of his mouth turning up, as it stayed open from the shock. Y/N began walking into school, Eddie followed, his surprise subsiding.
“Y’know I really wasn’t expecting it from you, cause you’re usually like this cute, bubbly type girl.” He explained as they walked down the hallway.
“You think I’m cute Munson?” Y/N tilted her head to the side. Eddie’s words got caught in his throat.
“I- well I mean yeah- yeah I guess-” Y/N giggled as Eddie continued to verbally stumble. A bunch of the jocks were hanging out by the lockers. Jason spotted her.
“Hey Y/N! We’re all going to mine after practice today, you in?”
“Yeah sounds fun!” Jason looked over at Eddie. His smile faded.
“What are you doing with this freak?”
“Talking.” Y/N stated plainly. A couple other jocks walked over too.
“Is he giving you trouble?” One of the other jocks asked.
“You think I couldn’t handle myself if he was?” Y/N retorted. She smiled at them. “I’ll see you guys later.” She pushed one of them with her shoulder as she passed, making it look like an accident. The jock nearly fell over with the force that she shoved him with. Eddie stuck with her.
“You’re fucking strong Sinclair.” Eddie commented, chuckling.
“Yeah I know. I could crush your head between my thighs like a watermelon if I wanted.” Y/N said with a grin. Eddie gulped at that image in his head, his blush returning. “I’ll see you around Eddie.” She gave him a wink and walked away, leaving him to watch her go. He breathed in then out, composing himself, slapping a hand in his chest.
“Damn Y/N. How’d you do that to me?”
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im-not-a-l0ser · 3 months
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Another Ongoing Fic That I Need People To Encourage Me To Finish
5+1 Secret Relationship Michie Edition
This is much shorter than some of my others, but this chapter is complete in of itself.
1- Jason and Kyle
It was no surprise that Jason and Kyle were the first two to figure out that there was something going on. They didn’t get it outright, but they did know that something suspicious was going on. 
Kyle was the first to realise. 
“Hey, look, it’s Shit-Lips. Been a minute since he’s—”
“We should probably get to class,” Max said. “C’mon, I don’t want you two flunkin’ off the football team cuz your grades slip!” He said. He slapped them both in the back of the head before marching off. 
“Dude, that keeps happening!” Kyle said, even as he began to walk to his first period class with Jason. 
“What keeps happening?” Jason asked. 
“Max keeps changing the subject whenever we bring up Richie! Anything about him, not even going to bully him, just straight gossip,” Kyle said. Jason shrugged.
“I dunno,” He said, “I’m not gonna look a gift horse in the mouth. I’m glad Richie’s gotten away from it all. He really helped me pass geometry.” 
It was true, Richie was the main reason that Jason didn’t have to retake the class. Ever since then, Jason had a soft spot for Richie. Not enough of one to keep Max from bullying him, but enough to not want to bully him. 
“Max never does that shit though,” Kyle said. “Pete and Steph are straight-up dating, and he still hasn’t given Pete a not-nerd pass.”
“Max hasn’t said Richie isn’t a nerd,” Jason said, “He’s just stopped bullying him. And maybe it’s because Pete and Steph are dating. He hasn’t bullied Pete and Ruth since they started, or at least as much.”
“Eh, Ruth doesn’t count,” Kyle said, waving him off. “We stopped bullying her often in the eighth grade when she moaned after he insulted her.” Jason shuttered. “But Richie’s always been Max’s favourite victim! For three years straight, he said his name nearly every day we saw him! And, what? Now he’s suddenly moved on from that? Nuh-uh, not Max, he’s too much of a stubborn bastard.”
“If I hear anything,” Jason conceded, “I’ll tell you, but let’s not go snooping around, okay?” Kyle nodded.
“Right. You’re right, that’s smart.”
And they didn’t go snooping. 
Not on purpose, at least. 
Just after the football team left the locker room, Jason noticed that Max hadn’t come out. It’d been a couple minutes even, and he still hadn’t come out. 
The game wouldn’t start for a while, so he motioned Kyle over.
“Max hasn’t come out,” Jason said, looking at the shower shack.
“Huh,” Kyle said. He’s the one who led the way in there. 
There was no door, it had snapped off back in their sophomore year, when Max got so angry at the creaking noise it made whenever it opened, he kicked it right off its hinges. 
“Good luck,” They heard.
“You’ve said that four times already,” They heard Max reply fondly.
“And you’ve yet to leave. That is your fault. You stay here and tempt me with your stupid face. I cannot be blamed for wanting to kiss my boyfriend ‘good luck’ before a game he really cares about.”
Kyle and Jason looked at each other with wide eyes before walking in and around the mini-hall that the doorway opened to.
“You don’t even like…” Max trailed off, noticing Kyle and Jason standing there with wide eyes. “Football,” He finished numbly. 
“I knew it!” Kyle screamed at long last. “I knew there was something going on!” Richie stiffened, his hands still stuck to Max’s waist.
“Hey, it’s okay,” Max said to Richie quietly. “It’ll be okay, I got you.” 
“Whoa, yeah,” Jason said, stepping to Richie’s side.
Richie’s jaw was tight and his lips trembled in fear. 
“Richie, we’re not gonna do anything, we just thought there was something goin’ on,” Jason reassured. “Cuz, Max wasn’t bein’ a jerk so much.”
“Yeah, Richie, we don’t care about you two being together,” Kyle agreed. “I just like being right.” Max glared at him. 
“See, we’re okay,” Max said. “Nothing bad will happen.”
“So,” Richie choked, looking up at Max with wet eyes. “You’re not going to leave me now that people know?” 
“Wha- Richie, of course not,” Max said, sounding almost offended he would ask. “I just don’t want to get in trouble for liking guys. But first of all, they’re totally chill with it, and two, even if they weren’t, it’s not like they’re gonna get locked in my room for a week.” All eyes whipped to Max, concerned. “Not that that’s happened before,” He said, his eyes shifting between the boys. 
“Okay,” Richie said. “I’m sorry,” He said, wiping his face. “I’m just being stupid then.”
“Hey, it’s okay,” Max said. “I don’t wanna lose you either.” He pressed a quick kiss to Richie’s lips carefully.
“You guys are sweet and all,” Jason said, “But we should probably get out there.” 
“Oh, shit right!” Max said. “Okay.” He kissed Richie once more. “I gotta go. I’ll see you after, okay?”
“Okay,” Richie said with a smile. 
Max went out of the locker rooms, accompanied by Jason and Kyle, joining their team. Richie left shortly thereafter. 
Max was a little distracted at the beginning of the game, but Richie cheering them along as Zeke definitely helped. Max knew that Richie struggled faking joy and energy, so it’d be easy to tell if he was still hurting. And he wasn’t.
It might’ve been Max’s best game of the season so far.
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ghostly-clown · 2 years
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Okay how about all the slashers s/o’s (that you write for) have like a little sleepover - @68bunny68
Someone asked this in the comments so I'm gonna write it, and thankyou cause I've had some bad writers block, so this is greatly appreciated 🙏
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Slasher sleepover
All the favourites returning as always:
Jason Voorhees, Sinclair brothers (Lester, Bo, and Vincent), Thomas Hewitt, Michael Myers, Brahms Heelshire, gohst face (Billy and Stu)
No trigger-warnings, all soft fluff and sweet times
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Jason Voorhees
- never had a proper sleep over but I like to think he knows the girl stereotype and he's always wanted one
- he will spend all day cleaning and setting up lights to have the ultimate sleepover experience
- he will be more then happy to sit on a chair and let you do his make-up and nails
- he just enjoys quality time and likes the smell of nail polish
- he would be too uncomfortable to take off his mask so, ig make-up goes onto the maks (also means its easier to clean later)
- he won't have a steady hand when doing your make-up, he'll feel bad so let him know it's all just fun'n games
- aftwards is scary stories around a camp fire, I honestly love the idea of Jason being a bit of a scaredy-cat
- it's just the child in him that still believes in ghost and such
- when it comes time to sleep he will be extremely clingy depending on how scary the stories are
- he will wake you up evertime he hears a sound, but evertime you get up to check it out he'll go first, cause to him nothing is scarier then you being at risk
- once he does fall asleep it's total bliss and lots of cuddles
- solid 12/10 experience and great quality time together
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Lester Sinclair
- he knows all the best places to have a sleepover at
- takes you to the top of this cliff that over-looks Ambrose where you get a perfect view of the sunset and a clear sky of stars
- he would know alot of random facts about space and is more then happy to tell them all
- he won't where make-up but you could probably convince him to let you do his nails
- he will purposefully make you look like a clown just for giggles and then smudge it around "helping" you get it off
- Lester 100% knows how to make the best camp fire foods, and he's happy to have someone to share that with
- he's a tough man who won't get scared of scary stories but he will be a little jumpy
- but he also knows the most grizzly gore story's there are
- when it comes to sleeping he is out like a light the moment he touches something soft
- he snores and moves alot when sleeping but always ends up holding you
- 10/10 experience, I wanna have someone to do this with :(
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Bo Sinclair
- he won't wear make up and if you tried to do his nails he would just wash it off, he loves you but that stuff just isn't for him
- but he is pretty good at applying make-up, it's very simple (and a bit messy) but it would be better then most
- I think I've already established bo has a competitive love for bored games, so that's how you'll spend alot of the night
- he will get a little pissy if he loses, but give him a lil kiss on the cheek and he'll be fine
- he tells the most spine chilling scary stories, purely to get you to sit close to him
- bo is not a night owl, he always goes to bed at 11:30 if he's not in bed at that point he's gonna start just randomly dosing off
- it's vry cute and every time you wake him he'll refuse to admit he's tired or that he just fell asleep
- despite being half awake he'll be the one to carry you to bed and probably fall asleep on top of you
- and he sleeps like a rock so good luck trying to move into a more comfortable position
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Vincent Sinclair
- vincent likes his little comfort spaces, so build a pillow with him, steal all the pillows in Ambrose and make a mini-house
- this will just make him feel alot safer throughout the night, as well as pillow forts are cool
- another non-make up wearer, he does want to but he'd still be shy about his face and you don't wanna get make up on wax
- he will be more than happy to have his nails done tho, he will probably pick at the paint during the rest of the sleep over
- but you could (and should) definitely braid his hair, or just do something nice with it, it'll mean the world to him
- he is amazing at make up, he sculpts for a living, he's the one who puts make-up on the people to make them look like people
- a true artist, so it's gonna hurt both of you when u need to wash it off
- the rest of the night will include you sitting in his lap playing with his hair while eating pop-corn and watching Disney films
- after awhile your gonna fall asleep and wake up to Vincent still awake watching films, he forgot the sleep part of a sleepover
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Micheal Myers
- he has no idea what a sleepover is or what he's getting involved in, he just wants to hang around you
- NOT a make up person he will pin u to the ground to get you to drop any lipstick or blush
- u can probably get away with nail polish, but he has to choose the colours (those colours will be black)
- he also won't do your make up, he just don't like doing stuff he knows he's gonna be bad at
- you can try bored games but you'll spend half the time explaining the rules, and he's not a fan of losing
- after a while you'll feel like it's all pointless and he'll bring out a cook book (he's trying his best)
- then the real fun starts, you two make a chocolate cake and a huge mess getting sprinkles and icing everywhere
- and then eat it while watching a horror film that will scare you into cuddling up to him, this is all he really wanted anyway, genuine quality time with you
- when it comes time to sleep Michael sleeps like a rock hugging you with a death grip
- he's not gonna let go till morning and even then he'll pretend to be asleep until he actully needs to get up
- 12/10 for all the touch starves bb's out there
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Brahms Heelshire
- he has had very few sleepovers but hearing you want to have one makes him ecstatic (even tho u already live with him its the thought that counts)
- he wouldn't want make up until he releases you need to get all close to put it on, he's all in
- and in the end he will love the results, he however won't be as good, he'll purposefully do it rly slowly just so he can stay cloes to you
- if you do nail polish he's gonna keep touching it before it drys witch will lead to it being all messy
- Brahms dosnt like horror stories, like Jason he still has the children's fear of demons and ghost
- when it comes to snacks he eats by the handfull, so whatever you make, make alot of it
- he'll be very huggy and clingy throughout the night, only letting you get stuff when he goes with you
- he will fall asleep before you and continue to act asleep to get you to carry him to bed, it won't work cause he's like a 6'3 adult man
- so you end up sleeping on the couch withhim
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Thomas Hewitt
- tell him you wanna have a sleepover and he'll set everything up
- he knows more than anyone that he doesn't have the most inclusive family so he will set up a lil camp area
- he would be nervous about having make up but he knows it'll make you happy so he's willing to let you do it
- he will also be nervous about nail polish and will unfortunately have to pick it off in the morning so Hoyt won't see it
- when doing your make up he puts on very little, he thinks you look amazing without it
- Thomas isn't a big talker but he'll find a way to scare you at some point during the night
- for snacks he raided his house for some chips and hard candy, it ain't much but it's perfect snacks for star gazing
- you will be the one to fall asleep first and he'll carry you to the lil tebt he set up
- it does take him a moment to be relaxed enough to fall asleep, and he moves alot in his sleep so he might wake you up
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Billy Loomis
- he can't wait to spend quality time with you and will end up spending all day out with you buying snacks and DVD's
- fir make up he'll probably only let you put on some lashes and lip stick
- purely for the reason that when he kisses you straight after there will be lipstick marks all over your face
- he wouldn't want his nails painted but is more then happy to do yours, he's got a surprisingly steady hand and dose a good job
- the two of you would probably put a movie on in the background while playing a bored games
- but if he misses his favourite scene or anytime someone dies he'll play it back
- he will cheat, but in the most obvious ways, he just likes seeing you get all heated about it
- he is very much a night owl and will remian awake long after you fall asleep
- he also just likes to see you try and stay awke but your eyes just keep closing, he thinks it's real sweet
- once he does fall asleep it would be cuddling close to you
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Stu Mancher
- he is ecstatic to have a sleepover and can't wait to do all the stereotypical sleepover things
- he would love to have make up but not to much, as much as he loves goofing around about it he hates the feeling of make up layers on his face
- but that won't stop him from caking it on your face, and you both end up having a good laugh
- when washing it off both of you just end up smudging it around just to annoy each other
- for nail polish he would want nice blues and purples, and he'll leave his nails to be like that until the paint comes off naturally
- he would by spicy foods and that jelly bean challenge (the one where some are normal and some are rly gross)
- you both end up almost throwing up so you end the night with icecream and some cheesy old films
- and you'll both just fall asleep on the coutch in eachothers arms
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That took forever, but if u made it this far, thanks and I hope you enjoyed :D
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Heeeeey! I really like your blog! What about friday 13? Did you have any bad luck?
Well, I would like to ask if the requirements are open? (I'm new to tumbler, so I don't know much here yet, so if there are no open requirements, I'm sorry) I would really like Leatherface (I prefer Tommy more), Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees and Brahms Heelshire with S / O, who often faints due to lowering blood pressure and can't affect it in any way.
Aww! thank you! I had no bad luck yesterday lol! My request is open all the time, for now, I just may get to them slow & if my request thing is closed I will allow you guys to submit them in and the day I open them up I'll get to them! I faint when I have a lower blood pressure than normal lol! I have a little tip for everyone who is new to Tumblr!<3
On to the story!
Warnings- passing out (fainting), Fluff!
Slashers x low blood pressure Y/n!
Thomas Hewitt!
Tommy will panic, whether it's the first time or the 25th, he will panic.
Tommy will check your pulse to make sure you are not dead and carry you inside to clean you up, he will stay there till you wake up.
If he has to get back to work, he will have Mama Mae make you some food and get you a glass of ice water (Or if you only need a little bit of sugar Mama Mae will grab you some candy and give you some water) However if he doesn't have to go back to work right away, he will make your food and give you water.
I am going, to be honest, if you didn't tell Tommy before it happened he would think you're gonna die, he would also probably softly cry till he noticed you waking up.
When you told him there is nothing he could do about the fainting part of it all, he made sure to tell Mama Mae and Hoyt that if they see you fall, yell his name. He also made sure to be by you all the time he can while being outside and he will keep you away from anything sharp. Tommy even drain all the water out and picked up anything sharp on the ground so you can come down to the basement with him<3
Micheal Myers!
He will panic the first time it happens even if you tell him. If it is around the 6th time, he will throw you over his shoulder and help you out. (He still has that slight panic but he doesn't want to show it.)
He will spare some of his candy stashes for you and he will make you either a Pb and J, Mac and Cheese, or a salad. (He can't make a lot of food, but he will try.) He will also grab you some water.
He will sit there and stare at you till you wake up. And when you do you get a quick hug and a small mask kiss before Micheal leaves to do his own thing.
Micheal will sometimes carry you to the couch and sit you next to him if he plans on watching Tv.
Tell. Micheal. Before. Hand. If you don't tell him or he doesn't figure it out and he comes home to find you passed out on the ground, Everything and everyone, Even animals are getting nailed to the wall. He would think someone knocked you out.
Jason Vorhees!
The first time or the 13th he will be in a teary eye panic, he will probably have to bring you to Pam because she knows what to do. But he will be there with you, with some candy, food, and water, a hand on your head waiting for you to wake up.
He will cover your face in kisses and tell you how much he was worried <3
Jason has 2 rules for you, If you are inside stay near Pam. or let her know where you are. If you are outside, you MUST stay by him or near him or you need to let him know where you are going. If you are gone for more than 10 minutes he will let out a sound and wait for you to respond, if you do he will wait for you. However, if you don't reply, he will look for you to see if you fainted again.
Tell Jason about it, if you don't his panic will be X1000
He will not let you leave bed/the couch till about an hour after you wake up.
Brahms Heelshire!
Brahms is prepared for this, he saw it happened before, he saw what you did and he took notes
He made a little kit that has Blood sugar checkers, Gronla/ protein bars, candy, a Heat/ice pack, Some bandages (in case you got hurt), and a little checklist for him so he knows what to do.
When it happens Brahms tosses you over his shoulder, grabs the kit, and takes you to his room to take care of you.
Brahms is always watching so every time you faint, he is right there ready to help you.
He will cuddle and give you kisses while your recovering<3
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star-mum · 1 year
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How Ep 7 should’ve actually happened if not for Plot™
OKAY– so I was going to write this as like a scene rewrite BUT i don't want to sksksksks soooorry :D EITHER WAY LET'S GET TO IT BABIES
posting this specially for my angels @pinkchubbiebunnie and @trice-divergent thank you so much for letting me take so much of y'alls time with my bullshit :3
For the purpose of this, I’m going to assume the accusation scene happens somewhat similarly, but the only one who's actually suspicious of Jason is Rachel, cause her thing is directly linked to him and she's more angry and upset than anything. The others will bring the stuff that happened to them but more as in a “huh… something hinky is going on here” and maybe try to investigate it properly
A day after Jason almost dies NO ONE has talked to him until Dawn asks Dick to do it, neither her or Kory seem sure he’s okay enough to do a good job at it – he's obviously distracted with something else. Which leads me to my first 2 points: 1. at least one of them would take that as a clue someone should do a follow up with Jason after Dick talks to him and 2. it's crazy to think that NO ONE ELSE in the entire team didn't even try to check up on Jason – specially Gar or Dawn – that’s stupid at the least and INCREDIBLY out of character at most.
So with that in mind, I'm going to do a character by character “analysis” to show what I think really happened, in an AU where events aren't controlled by Plot™. I'm so glad this is what I'm currently using my psychology education for !! hooray !!
Dick Grayson
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i can't say for sure how much of this is an accurate read on Dick’s personality or and how much is just wishful thinking on my part but let's get to it
Even though Dick is – clearly – going through some stuff I think he’d try to be a little more honest with Jason, like actually talk in complete sentences for one, but also actually make sure Jason at least heard him before he bolts out the building. He could've done more, this whole episode Dick is so worried about the past and its implications on him now that he completely ignores pretty obvious warning signs. There's I think 2 things he says that IF FOLLOWED UP BY ACTUAL SENTENCES could have actually meant something:
“Good thing Conner was there -> “Im sorry” SORRY FOR WHAT?????? BE CLEARER PLEASE !!!! Dick does feel responsible for Jason’s kidnapping AND the fall, he knows Conner being there was pure luck, he knows what would've happened if he wasn't – they both do – so apologize like you mean it, say where you failed and what you are sorry for, you can't just hope the other person is going to guess what you meant, SPECIALLY Jason, he doesn't feel cared for, he thinks you're apologizing just to say it, HELP HIM BELIEVE YOU
“All of this is my fault for going alone” -> “No. I don't think that” This ties into the other paragraph but FINISH YOUR SENTENCES !!! SAY WHAT YOU MEAN !!! You could just be saying that to make Jason feel better, thats what hes gonna think anyways, say the words, tell him “I'm sorry I wasn't there for you” “I'm sorry I let you go” “I'm sorry I let you go alone” HE KNOWS Jason is impulsive, he really thought if he let the teens unattended nothing would’ve happen? And YES Jason is grown enough to make his own decisions this isn't ONLY on Dick BUT he could have tried to be a better mentor to him before all this happened, he should tell Jason that
“Rest up” at the risk of sounding repetitive I'm just gonna say, Dick knows Jason is training like that to keep his mind of the bad thing that happened, he’s done it too – probably still does – tell him it that even tho it can help now it won't solve everything forever, connect with him, share your failures and bad experiences with him BEFORE he’s standing on a fucking ledge.
Hank Hall
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I fell in love with Hank while writing his part, I'm so sorry
I think Hank would be the 2nd to talk to Jason. First I thought he’d go with Dawn or because she asked BUT !! ACTUALLY !! It makes more sense for it to come from him.
His whole job before coming back to the tower was helping at-risk youth was it not? I know it focused more on addiction but suicidal ideation – and life risking behavior in general – is very linked to people who suffer from any substance abuse, not to mention emotional distress/trauma can be the leading cause for developing it as a coping mechanism (look at me and my professional lingo)
He would recognize the signs, is what I'm saying here. Hank and Jason might not be super tight friends but he cares for the kid, that's clear. I can’t decide how he would approach Jason tho, it could go one of two ways: 1. he uses the training room as an excuse – either during sparring or some other training thing (?) like holding the punching bag for Jason or something, idk im not athletic – so it feels more like a conversation than an intervention AND it would be a good bonding moment for them, to show that even tho they find each other UNBEARABLE, they can still be there for one another OR 2. i did say two ways huh well the second way could be the next morning before everything blows up, he tries – although a little emotionally constipated, cause bro dudes – to have an honest conversation with Jason about the risks of isolating himself after a traumatic experience, THAT approach however – like being more direct – might “scare” Jason a little and make him lash out
Dawn Granger
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At first, I had Dawn as the second person who’d talk to Jason, but now I think she’d be third. She's really good at reading people and social situations/cues, so obviously would notice Dick was acting very weird and probably didn’t talk to Jason as well as he could have BUT Hank did go to Jason first, so she’s gonna trust him to do the right thing and talk to the kid when she sees him in the morning – that is, if Hank goes right after dinner, when Jason is still training, which makes the most sense to me.
I think she’d probably talk to Hank first, to see how it went, so she has a better sense of what Jason needs to hear right now. Even if there wasn’t anything to add, she would still wait for him to show up in the common areas — I don’t think she’d go look for him, just wait until “he wants to be found” kinda deal — and the very least tell him she’s glad he’s safe, and offer him a space to talk about what happened. I don’t know how positive of an interaction this would be, but I think anyone — even Jason, in his current emotional state — would find it very hard to snap at Dawn, and IF he did she seems like the person to keep her cool and try and understand their side while still setting down boundaries (she’s so calm when speaking that you’d feel silly for raising your voice, you know?)
Kory Anders
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“You're making me feel helpless and I hate feeling helpless” you cannot tell me this woman wouldn't even THINK to check on her number 1 problem child, like that's stupid. HOWEVER I can’t just ignore her reaction to Jason’s death “he made a mistake and didn't learn from it, now he's dead” which is,,, well accurate BUT the problem isn't that Jason “didn't learn his lesson” after Deathstroke, he did, just not the right one – he learned not to trust anyone but himself, people betray him, leave him for dead, accuse him without proof -> instead of learning to lean on and trust others.
So because of that I think she would talk to Jason at some point but not be very nice and sweet about it, she’d be very direct, to make sure this doesn't happen again. Like not mean either, don’t get me wrong, just direct. I think after all the weird inspirational speech vibes from Dick, Hank and Dawn, Jason would appreciate someone talking to him normally and not “babying him”. I'm assuming things don’t escalate so fast at breakfast, so Kory has time after that scene to talk to him
Like I think Kory would also wait until she sees him, instead of seeking him out, and I can definitely hear her saying something like what she said in season 3 -> “you made a mistake, now you have to learn from it, make sure you’re picking up the right lesson”. Probably the most efficient out of everyone, cause she is still holding Jason accountable for his own actions BUT she’s also letting him know he isn’t a lost cause, so even tho he might still say something annoying or even mean back, he WILL think about what she said for the rest of the day
Donna Troy
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Donna follows the same like as Kory, very straightforward, although I do think she’d check up on Jason for a more “basic” line, like checking how he’s taking care of himself — if he’s eaten, drank water, also warning him about overworking himself — almost in a casual or even “acidic” way tho —> “there's leftovers in the fridge” instead of asking if he’s eaten, demanding to have the gym to herself when she notices him way too long in there, wordlessly pouring him a glass of water if she’s already getting herself some — she’s more actions than words, to me at least
Garfield Logan
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OKAY SO— I realize now I should’ve probably put Gar before Dick for what I'm about to say but idk do that right now. Gar would be the first person to check on Jason after they get back AND it’d go so bad, he’s also the reason dude’s training himself half to death— I'LL EXPLAIN !!!
So Gar is an angel who cares too much for his friends, yes? Of course. AND because of that he feels INCREDIBLY responsible for what happened to Jason: he agreed to go with him check the thing out, didn’t call Dick or tell anyone else where they’d be, agreed to get separated AND didn’t fight harder to go with the older Titans — “maybe with his powers, they’d have a better chance”.
And, unlike Dick, Gar would make that abundantly clear to Jason. But it wouldn’t be well received because Jason isn’t taking Gar’s apology as “I’m sorry I didn’t do more to help you”, he’s hearing it as “sorry I didn’t save you from yourself” WHICH would make him really mad at Gar for “implying” that AND even more mad at himself for doing what he did —> arguing with Gar and then go to the training room to let off some steam from the terrible day/evening he just had
Rachel Roth
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I don't know how to say this without making her seem like an asshole but I don't think she would actively check on Jason. There is already so much on her plate because of her powers, she’s still resenting him a bit for what he said, and the mirror thing happens so soon she doesn’t even HAVE time to go and talk to him. I can’t remember now when she argues with Gar but it’d definitely make her even more mad at the whole situation, even if she’s not completely aware she’s projecting that stuff onto her feeling about Jason.
Extra - Zephyr
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I wasn't going to, but I love to talk about self inserts/OCs SO if my self insert Zephyr – hero name – was part of this shit show, this is the role I’d want her to play !! : D
Little context: she's my on going self insert for just about anything, literally just me but with powers – if the universe demands – and cooler hair – I missed the days of having fantasy colored hair. She always has some version of “air bending” as her power, cause I noticed that a lot of main casts don't have an air bender in their groups
I imagined her having a kinda bickering rivalry with Jason, nothing too serious but also not super buddy buddy, she doesn't go with him and Gar to check out the thing – she’s not aware they left, until Gar gets back – and when Dick leaves with the older Titans, she follows him after he told her to stay in the tower, cause her powers could be useful – and they are :3 – long story short, instead of Dick catching and then dropping Jason, she manages to stop/catch him with her powers, but before she can start either pulling him back up or lowering him to the ground, Slade sneaks up behind her and knocks her tf out and Jason free falls again. (I HAVE THIS SCENE SO CLEAR IN MY BRAIN !! ITS LIKE REALLY GRUESOME AND EVEN MORE TRAUMATIC FOR JASON :D PLZ LMK IF YOU I SHOULD EXPAND ON THIS !!)
SO— because she got her shits absolutely rocked, she would ALSO be in the medical area, in a different room from Conner, I think either Kory and Dawn would switch places to watch them both OR they would stick to Conner and Rachel would be the one keeping an eye on Zephyr. Considering that the two people who did the most to help Jason got fucking wrecked because of it, I think it’s safe to say he’d feel too guilty to visit any of them.
If we go with Rachel on Z watch duty, I think she’d maybe try and use her powers to heal her, not completely tho cause she’s still unsure about them but enough for Z to be able to at least get up next morning, so after helping Kory out with Conner, Rachel would update Z on most of what happened last night: Conner saving Jason, Dick just leaving in the middle of the night, how Jason is doing, etc.
Now Jason doesn’t really goes to breakfast, and the whole thing with Rachel happens pretty early (everyone is still in the kitchen) SO I think the time Z actually goes downstairs (??? I have no clue what the fucking layout of this tower is like) is when all the yelling starts. Like I said in the beginning, the other guys aren’t gonna accuse Jason cause,,, it doesn’t make sense, so there’s not much to defend him from — maybe just help Rachel calm down “you said he was barely leaving his room for anything other than training, what would he do that,,, now specially?”
And only after everyone else starts sharing the weird things/messages they got she tries to talk to Jason, asking him if he’s okay, if he’s eaten, the basics — in their bickering way like “when’s the last time you drank some water ? your lips look chapped as hell” “why are you looking? 👀” — and then after diffusing some of the tenseness, getting a bit more serious with the questions and genuinely apologizing for dropping him (if he tries to change subject/dismiss her/even walk from her, she’s gonna play the “i'm pretty sure I’m concussed” card so he’ll at least stay put)
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hintofelation99 · 3 years
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The Justice League Hangs out with Duke
Bruce: Duke, it's time we had the talk.
Duke: Uh... nope. No thank you. I'm not getting the sex talk from Batman.
Bruce: What? No! The Robin talk.
Duke: But, I'm- I'm the Signal now? Isn't it a bit late for a Robin talk?
Bruce: Son, it's never too late, not for this.
Duke: Um. Ok.
Bruce: When Dick, Jason, and Tim first started as Robins they created a tradition. A tradition that continued with Stephanie, Damian, and now you.
Duke: And that tradition is?
Bruce: Taking down the Justice League. By being annoying and slightly terrifying.
Duke: OHHHHHH. Is that why no one from the Justice League talks to me?
Bruce: Yes, yes it is. But don't worry. I made an arrangement that will allow you time alone with league members to continue the tradition. You have a week to prepare.
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Duke: Cass, what do I do?
Cass raises an eyebrow at Duke.
Duke: For the Robin tradition thing. I have to take down the entire Justice League in a night using creative, outlandish, and original methods. But it's already been done by Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian, and Steph. So what do I do? How can I be better than all of them.
Cass smirks: Take them down too.
Duke looking at Cass like she's crazy: What?
Cass: Take. Them. Down.
Duke: Holy shit, you are terrifying.
Cass just smiles and leaves.
-> One Week Later <-
Wonder Woman, Superman, Flash, Aquaman, Green Lantern, Black Canary, Martian Manhunter, Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian, and Steph gather in the Watchtower.
Duke: Hey guys, Batman just wanted to go through some training exercises with everyone. He'll be a little late. Harley and Ivy escaped Arkham and are trying to grow penis shaped shrubs in all the public parks. But, don't worry he asked me to go ahead and start with out him.
Green Lantern: Why are you leading this meeting?
Duke: Batman is running late and he wants me to practice leading meetings.
Green Lantern, glaring suspiciously at Duke: Are you about to do that stupid Robin tradition where you torture all of us?
Duke: What Robin tradition? Also, I'm not even a Robin? I'm the Signal.
Green Lantern continues to glare at him.
Superman: Calm down Green Lantern, the Robins never do this in front of each other.
Every League member seems to relax at this.
Duke acting confused: Uhhh, yeah. Ok, we have a few housekeeping things to do according to the list Batman left. So, I'll have everyone pair up for sparring while I handle these individually.
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Everyone is in the training room working out or sparring. Duke approaches Tim.
Duke: Hey Tim, Bruce wanted you to look in to that Bludhaven case. Is that ok with you?
Tim: Yeah, why wouldn't it be?
Duke: Oh, I just thought it might be difficult considering what Dick did.
Tim: ...What did he do?
Duke: Wait, you haven't noticed? Oh no, I'm sorry I shouldn't have said anything.
Tim: Duke. Tell me what he did.
Duke: Well, Jason said that he replaced all your coffee with decaf.
Tim: THAT BASTARD. No wonder I've been feeling so tired! I'm going to kill him!
Duke: Wait, just stop! I heard that he hid all of it in Green Lantern's room.
Tim: Wait, why there?
Duke: Something about you being afraid of him.
Tim: WHAT?! I'm not afraid of the Green Nightlight! I'm gonna find that coffee then make Dick pay.
Duke: Oh, well cool, good luck!
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Green Lantern: Um, what are you doing in my room?
Tim: Where is it?
Green Lantern: Where's what?
Tim: You know what I want. Give up now or face the consequences.
Green Lantern: WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?
Tim: Fine. Consequences.
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Steph, sparring with Duke: So, what's it like being the first meta bat?
Duke: Not too bad, but I could do with out the whole 'predict the future' thing.
Steph, laughing: What? You can not see the future.
Duke: I bet you $50 I can
Steph: Your on.
Duke, makes everything around him light up and uses a weird voice: In the next thirty minutes Green Lantern will flee the Watchtower in fear. Soon after Dick will be attacked by Tim.
Steph, snorts in obvious disbelief.
Steph: That was so fake-
Green Lantern runs out of the tower looking terrified.
Steph: No way.
Tim tackles Dick and they start fighting like three year old's on the floor.
Steph, handing Duke $50: Holy shit Magic Man.
Duke makes things light up and does the voice again: Oh my god.
Steph, looking excited: What?!
Duke: The- the sushi. The sushi you brought today, it's made from-
Duke pretends to choke back a sob.
Duke: It's made from the fish who was the maid of honor at Aquaman's wedding.
Steph: HOLY SHIT.
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Steph and Aquaman sit beside each other for lunch, she pulls out her sushi and looks at Aquaman sadly.
Steph: I am so, so sorry for your loss. But just know that her sacrifice is not in vain.
Aquaman, looks confused for a second then sees the sushi: NOPE. Not this again! I'm leaving.
Steph: Wait! I'm sorry!
Aquaman leaves as Steph tries to chase him down.
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Jason is laughing and filming as Dick and Tim fight.
Duke, whistles: Man, imagine if that video went on YouTube.
Jason, looking confused: What?
Duke: I'm just saying if the video of Red Robin and Nightwing fighting like kids ever got on YouTube, it'd go viral. Oh and they would be so pissed!
Jason, laughs: Too bad B would kill me if I uploaded this.
Duke: Yeah, I guess so. And you can't upload it here because then Superman would get in trouble.
Jason: Why would the boy scout get in trouble?
Duke: Cause he always uses his YouTube account on the Justice League computer. So it'd look like he uploaded it and B would find out that Superman watches cat videos while he's on monitor duty.
Jason, smirking: Huh, so you're saying if I upload this on the League computer I'd piss off Bruce, Tim, and Dick and get Supes in trouble?
Duke, acting innocent: Huh, I guess so.
-> A Few Minutes Later <-
A call from Bruce comes up on the main computer.
Superman: Hey Batman, what can I do for you?
Bruce: You, Red Hood, cave now.
Jason: What? Why me?
Bruce: Because I saw that little home video you uploaded of your brothers.
Jason: What, that wasn't me!
Bruce: I could hear you laughing while you filmed.
Jason: Dammit.
Jason and Clark leave for the cave pouting like kids.
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Duke: Hey, Black Canary?
Black Canary: Yes Duke?
Duke: I'm sorry to do this on such short notice, but I'm very worried about Dick and Tim.
Black Canary: Why?
Duke: Well, Tim keeps claiming that Dick is out to get him. Something about Dick messing with his coffee? And Dick feels like he's just being attacked for no reason and is worried about Tim's health. Is there anyway you could intervene?
Black Canary, looking sighing and looking exhausted: Usually I have three days of preparation before dealing with bats.
Duke: I know it's just-
Duke gestures to Tim and Dick rolling on the floor fighting.
Duke: They really need help.
Black Canary: Alright, I'll see what I can do.
Black Canary attempts to intervene only to get pulled into the fight. Now the three of them are tangled in a huge, confusing fight, that's filled with yelling and hair pulling.
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Duke: Damian! Quick!
Damian: What is it Thomas.
Duke: I think somethings wrong with Dick and Tim and maybe even Black Canary. They're all fighting and won't stop! Can you help me contain them so that we can figure out what's going on?
Damian: Fine. I shall help.
Duke: Ok, just try to herd them into this containment cell.
Damian joins the fight managing to get everyone, including himself, into the containment cell. As Damian is trying to leave Duke closes the cell. Damian angrily yells and bangs on the sound proof walls.
Duke: What? Sorry, can't hear you! My hand slipped!
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Wonder Woman: Very well done Signal.
Duke, acting innocent: Hm?
Wonder Woman: You tricked Red Robin into scaring Green Lantern away, then into fighting Nightwing. Once that fight broke out you tricked Red Hood into uploading a video to the internet using the Superman's credentials. By uploading that video he caused both himself and Superman to face Batman's wrath. You also used the fight to trick Stephanie into annoying Aquaman to the point of leaving. Then you involved Black Canary in the fight, which was her downfall. And, as a final touch, you managed to get Robin into the fight and trapped all in a containment cell. You successfully eliminated 9 foes with one trick.
Duke: You mean 11.
Wonder Woman: What?
Duke: 11. You see, I didn't trick Red Robin, I tricked Nightwing. I had a week to prepare. In that week I convinced Dick that Tim needed to cut back on the caffeine and that Dick should help by switching all of Tim's coffee with decaf. I also convinced him to hide that coffee in the watchtower, in Green Lantern's room. So that was all true.
Wonder Woman: But, that still does not make 11?
Duke: It does. Because This morning I moved the coffee. I replaced the Flashes decaf with Tim's ultra caffeinated coffee. You see Tim has it specially manufactured to increase the caffeine levels. And, while Flash doesn't usually drink his coffee in the morning, he's always running late and forgets, he does drink coffee during training breaks. Which is now. So in about five minutes we will have an incredibly caffeinated speedster in the Watchtower. And since you're the only one around right now with a chance of catching him, that's your problem.
Right as Duke finishes Flash runs by, majorly hyped up on caffeine.
Duke: Checkmate.
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Martian Manhunter: It appears that I am the last remaining League member.
Duke: Yeah, I don't really understand this tradition but apparently every Robin ends it by picking a favorite league member.
Martian Manhunter: Out of all the League members, why have you chosen me?
Duke: Your smart and have a lot of cool powers. Also, I dunno, I hear you sometimes feel like an outsider with the league. Cause, the whole martian thing. And I know it's not the same but, sometimes I feel like an outsider with the bats, being the only meta and all.
Martian Manhunter: You have chosen me so that we may bond over our lack of connections?
Duke: Uhhhh, yeah?
Martian Manhunter: Hm. Very well, I assume that this is your “Robin Weakness”. Apparently every Robin has one.
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multifandomwritings · 3 years
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How the slashers would react to their S/O painting their nails
So sorry again for how slow I am these days! I promise I’m not ignoring anyone or haven’t forgotten! (also my confidence in my writing has once again plummeted so aslfkdj) I hope you all like this ^^ (if anyone has any character suggestions lemme know! Like horror characters and slashers. However if I end up adding more I might have to start splitting these up a bit!) 
Thomas:
- Thomas might be hesitant at first, but the second you took his burly hand into your own, he'd melt
- You would get complete creative control — he wouldn't mind what colors you chose, and any worries of being teased by his family would disappear as he watched how eager you were 
- Seeing you so fixated on his hands would make him blush beneath his mask, though he would appreciate the opportunity to freely stare at you as you worked
- He'd smile to himself every time he looked at them, and would happily let you do it again (No one, even Hoyt, dares to tease him about anything relating to you after a certain point, knowing it’s off limits! So he’ll happily show them off. Luda Mae thinks it’s precious, but is also kind of salty that you haven’t offered to do hers lol)
Brahms:
- Brahms would take any affection and attention he could get, so the second you even suggested it he'd just sit down and put his hands out for you
- You wouldn't be able to stop smiling at how seriously he took it. He'd have a surprisingly good eye for color combinations, handing you the colors he liked and making you blush with how he focused on you
- He'd want to polish yours too: matching colors, of course (when you noticed this, you'd smile even wider, which would not go unnoticed by Brahms, who would smile in self satisfaction)
- This would probably become a regular thing. He’d adore anything like that, that made him feel close to you. Of course you have to match though! Or at the very least, coordinate 👉👈
Michael:
- Michael wouldn't really know how to react to you asking about it, to be honest. He wouldn't really mind, he'd just be kind of iffy about it
- It would probably take him a while to warm up to this (or pretty much anything) but he ~might~ allow it, since it's you
- If you reach for anything pastel or colorful he'd just take your hand to stop you and shake his head, causing you to have to hold back a laugh
- He wouldn't admit it, but he'd actually like how it looked. He'd forget about it, and would think of you every time he noticed them. He isn't really soft but he would be for you
Jason:
- You’d be going through your nail polishes when you’d gesture for him to come over and sit, offering to paint his nails
- He agrees of course! Like he’s gonna refuse anything you wanna do for him like that!...Although you’ll have to excuse his slightly crusty hands
- He always admires your own nail polish, thinking the colors are so pretty and cute. If you offer to let him pick out the colors he’ll just shake his head, knowing you’ll choose something nice 
You, reaching your hand to hold his while you polish: Okay, gimme your hand
Him, ~misunderstanding~: *takes your hand as if to hold it* 
You: 🥺🥺🥺
(A bonus thought that you might disagree with: if you’d been in a relationship with Jason for a while, he’d begin to pick up on his own cuteness. Or at least, what you think is cute. And he’d take advantage of it, if only to make you smile. Also, he secretly loves the effect he has on you alsdkfj) 
Bubba:
- Bubba would love this. He'd carefully watch and learn, already planning on doing yours too
- If you hold his hand while you do it his stomach would be full of butterflies, cheeks all pink beneath his mask. He adores when you’re soft with him like that
- He'd probably chip them up really quickly, to his own dismay. When he would notice, he'd want them done again asap, as they'd remind him of you
- You would melt when he did yours. He hold your hand close to his face, focusing intently and going slowly to make sure it was perfect
Chop Top:
- It would probably be his idea to be honest. He'd see you doing your nails and would excitedly pester you about it until you did his, too
- You end up getting ~playfully~ annoyed, as he'd keep pulling his hands away to look and would keep changing his mind on what colors to use
- Eventually you just snatch his hand and hold it still so you can finish. He'd stop whatever he was saying with a nervous laugh, getting surprisingly flustered at you being like that with him 
- He'd be another that would paint yours, too, trying his best to pick colors that would suit you. He'd adore his, and would want to impress you by doing his best!
Nubbins:
- Nubbins would see you doing your own nails and wouldn’t even give you the opportunity to offer to do his. He’d just pick up a random color and would start doing it himself (badly)
- You don’t really notice at first but after a while you glance up and chuckle at what a sloppy job he’s done, prompting him to smile at you so sweetly that you don’t even say anything about it
- Instead, you just gesture for him to hand it over, which he happily does. You can’t help but smile at how delicately he drapes his hands into your own, allowing you to fix his mistakes and finish it 
- Once you’re done he’ll continue holding your hand, too. Good luck getting unlatched for a bit. Nubbins will use any excuse he can to be close to you (tbh he doesn’t need an excuse but if he has one he’ll use it) 
Beetlejuice:
- Beetlejuice would probably tease you for suggesting it, despite the fact that he'd be choosing his colors as he did 
- Spooky colors only, of course! Neon purple, black, green, things like that. He'd love it, tbh
- He'd be flirting with you the entire time, enjoying the close proximity as he could watch your face flush as he spoke
- Despite his teasing, he'd actually enjoy things like that a lot. He'd love that you wanted to do things like that for him, feeling all special and cared for
Candyman:
- Daniel would probably seem a little indifferent to it at first, although he would enjoy seeing you dote over him like that
- He'd smile to himself as he watched you carefully pick colors, refraining from suggesting anything because he'd want to see what you thought would suit him
- He makes you melt the whole time, his hand gently draped over yours as you try to ignore his intense gaze, gnawing at your lip all the while
- He would unintentionally show them off *a lot*, showing off his hand way more than he normally would. You'd have to hold back smiles as you noticed, finding it so sweet
Bo:
- Sort of like Beetlejuice in that he'd tease you and act playfully annoyed like, "You want to paint my nails? Pfft, I don't know..." (he says, while sitting down and stretching his hands across the table for you) 
- Isn't really paying attention (or so he'd have you think), just looking around or closing his eyes while you polished away, occasionally glancing over to see what you were up to when he thought you weren't looking
- If Bo liked you, he'd pretty much go with anything tbh. You could paint his nails the softest, brightest colors and he wouldn't even really have the heart to gripe about it, seeing you all smiley over it 
- Will be all smiley himself anytime he looks at them, but if someone else notices (besides you) he'll shoot them a death glare
Vincent:
- You wanna paint his nails? Okay! He has no hesitation whatsoever and will ask no questions — if you want to, you can 
- You’re so cute to him and he loves your attention, anything you want to do like that he’ll allow. If you want to do his nails, brush/play with his hair, or anything like that, you can! In fact, please do 🥺
- Will be smiling the whole time behind his mask, happily suggesting colors if you ask. He’ll end up with cute and sparkly rainbow nails because you both keep finding different colors you like
- He would do yours, too. All the colors you couldn’t fit on his hands will go on yours! You both have equally colorful nails that will be teased by Bo and Lester, who are both secretly envious of Vincent (plz do their nails too)
Lester:
- When you asked if you could polish his nails, he'd immediately light up, loving the idea of it but quickly getting shy
- He'd disappear for a second so he could go scrub his hands and make them as clean and pretty as possible for you 
- He'd be kinda nervous?? His eyes would be flickering back and forth between your face and his hands, smiling as he watched you
- Little things like this would make his heart flutter endlessly, and he'd try so hard to keep them all tidy and unchipped. (This would result in him being ridiculously delicate with everything he touched) He'd love them no matter what colors you chose!
Graverobber:
- Graverobber has some clammy, crusty hands, (I mean, he hangs out in dumpsters) so beware. Still, if you offer to paint his nails, he’ll just lazily offer up his hands without a second thought
- Watches you the whole time with a satisfied smile. Anytime you glance up and catch him, he’ll give you a look that somehow manages to be both sheepish and smug, wiggling his eyebrow to make you laugh
- He'd smile every time he looked at them, thinking of you. You’d match them to the streaks in his hair which makes him just :o !! Will show them off a lot too
- He'd wear them until they were completely chipped up (which wouldn’t take long), patiently hoping you'd offer to do them again
Luigi:
- Luigi would initially agree with no complaints, but chances are you’ll only get a few nails done before he gets impatient 
- He feels kind of bad about it later, though, seeing them unfinished and smiling a bit as they reminded him of you. If he’s in a grouchy mood he’ll ease up right away when he sees them
- He’ll let you finish later, though not without some amount of awkwardness, as he’d be embarrassed to bring it back up 
- Of course, you’re happy to do it though! You snatch his hands right up and get to work, choosing colors such as black, red and white. He’d smile the whole time he watched you. His expression would change freakishly fast if someone interrupted, though
Pavi:
- He probably paints his nails anyways, but he’d always be happy to be doted over by you, so of course he’ll accept your offer!
- If you offer while he’s already wearing nail polish he’ll quickly run off and remove it so you won’t change your mind 
- Compliments you the whole time, even if you’re just messing around. You end up giggling the whole time at how extra he is, calling you an artist and talented and actually making you blush quite a bit with how sincere he was about it
- Shows his nails off endlessly, staring at them constantly and making it a point to be as showy with his hands as possible. The moment they chip he’ll be so over-the-top dramatic, only feeling better once you’ve redone them (you will forever be Pavi’s manicurist from then on, sigh) 
Billy Lenz:
- Probably confused by it, but he'd be happy to give it a try. He'd watch you intently the entire time, saying very little
- ...Which would result in you getting nervous, low-key trying to rush through it and accidentally messing one or two up (Cue Billy looking at you like smh, Y/N, smh...)
- He’s only messing though, he genuinely couldn’t care less about it really. You could be painting his whole finger and he doesn’t even mind because he’s more focused on you and the fact that you’re doing something like that for him
- He is unused to being treated like this so he never really knows how to react. Any kind of looking after will always be met with some amount of nervousness, though he adores it. Will retreat to the attic afterwards and just stare at his nails like 🥺 (Even the messy ones! Especially the messy ones tbh)
Asa Emory (The Collector):
- He'd agree to you doing his nails so quickly that you'd actually be shocked, not expecting compliance at all. He'd offer up his hands so willingly that your jaw would almost hit the floor
- Nothing flashy! He just wants tidy, pretty nails. He's very sure about what he wants, which would almost make you laugh, as he'd be quite assertive about it
- Needless to say, he'd stare at you intently the whole time, lips twisted into a small but wicked smile as he noticed your cheeks flushing and eyes refusing to meet his
- He'll do yours too, of course. You have to bite your lip the whole time to keep yourself from smiling because he’s so meticulous. He’ll carefully choose a color, eyeing you for approval before pulling your hand close to his face, seriously and slowly polishing each nail 
Otis Driftwood:
- Otis will absent-mindedly swat your hand away when you try to do his nails. However, when he glanced over to see you frowning at his grouchiness, he’ll feel bad and will just roll his eyes as he gives up his hands
- Will complain the whole time though. It smells! It’s cold! Stop squeezing my hand! (Tbh he loves these kinds of gestures, but he’s guarded, to put it simply, so he doesn’t know how to deal with it. So, he’ll gripe, all while staring at you lovingly when you aren’t looking)  
- You end up using simple colors such as black and white, and he would end up liking it much better than he thought he would. In fact, he’d want you to do it again in the future, but would be too embarrassed about his complaining to ask
- You’re going to have to give the whole family manicures now too though, especially Baby (honestly probably pedicures too? They’d get greedy lol) 
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All The Small Things...That Show How Incredibly Pissed She Is
Batboys x Reader HC/Imagine
Word Count: 1.2K Warnings: Explicit Language
Author's Note: Here's some humor for y'all at the end of the semester. Enjoy! -Thorne
Dick:
Dick wasn’t a fool. He might seem like that to some people, certainly anal-retentive supervillains and seasoned superheroes who weren’t particularly impressed by him, but even if he paraded a bit of thick-headedness (Batman’s influence) every now and then, Dick wasn’t a fool. And he sure as hell realized when she was angry at him.
Well, angry wasn’t the particular word. She wasn’t angry, and honestly, in the entire year they’d been dating, he’d yet to see what would even made her fume. But sure as shit, if she didn’t get annoyed at things, and right now, he knew it was at him. And really, the only reason he did realize it was because she didn’t stick a note in the thigh pocket of his suit before he left on patrol.
It was something foolish, she’d said when he came home and asked her about it the first time she did it. A simple little folded paper, the same kind that hung on their refrigerator for the grocery list. All it had said was, “Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee—good luck out there, Dickie!”. When he found it, he about busted himself at the seams from laughing so hard, but at the same time, he found it endearing that she had left it for him to find. That had been on a Friday night and every day of the week leading up to it, she put a piece of candy in his pocket, saving Fridays for the little notes. And this Friday he didn’t find a note—he knew she wouldn’t forget, and that was all the clue he needed that she wasn’t happy about something.
And so, to remedy it, he picked up a bottle of red wine and a dozen red roses—sue him he’s a romantic—ready to do whatever she wanted to fix what he’d messed up.
Jason:
He didn’t hate the color pink, but he didn’t wear it unless it was a particular occasion, or unless the shirt he liked was pink. Most of Jason’s outwear wardrobe consisted of black and blue jeans, dark and white shirts, combat boots, and leather jackets. His outfits screamed, “I’m the epitome of ‘Bad-Boy’.” And most of his leather jackets were dark, so he typically wore white or light gray shirts, so it didn’t blend.
They shared chores in the house—he cooked most nights, and she did laundry; they both cleaned the apartment. Jason looked in the dryer for a white shirt because it was white’s day the night before and found a whole load of white shirts that’d been dyed pink. Of course, at first, he thought it perhaps an innocent mistake, but when he pulled the load out and found a single red sock, Jason knew he was in the doghouse.
He pulled on a baby pink shirt and grimaced at how tight it felt on his body—so she was really mad because she must’ve washed these in hot water because they’d shrunk two sizes. The thought of asking what she was mad about crossed his mind, but he figured he’d be better off figuring it out on his own and fixing it rather than having her tell him.
Jason was a grown man; he could figure it out himself—the only bad thing was that Jason, in all his glory, was still a man—and boy did he have trouble telling what his lady was mad about sometimes. Ice-cream, he figured. Dutch Chocolate Ice-cream and bourbon was her go to when she was upset—hopefully, she wouldn’t throw his underwear in the wash before he got back from the store.
Tim:
He’d long grown used to being stared at, considering the fact that when he was a young child, and an academic prodigy at that, people liked to examine him like he was a lab rat. So, at first, her way of communicating that she wasn’t pleased with his course didn’t occur to him. Of course, when he finally turned his attention from his laptop screen and caught her cocked eyebrow and unimpressed look, Tim couldn’t stop the flush of crimson that split over the bridge of his nose as he babbled an apology.
She usually responded with a grunt of recognition, but it was anything but amused or interested. And he’d flash that dopey grin and kiss her knuckles until her eyes filled with humor rather than annoyance. And then he’d go back to his laptop and the process would start all over again when he finally realized she was boring holes in the side of his head.
The only time she wanted to prove she was mad at him was when she’d pull out her phone and do those stupid, “Which Member Of The Batfamily Are You?” and she’d do everything in her power to not get “Red Robin”, typically getting “Red Hood” because she knew it’d make his jealously bubble in his chest.
And then Tim would slam his laptop shut and toss her phone off the bed with it and yank her down onto his bed, coiling his arms and legs around her like a cage, while she giggled relentlessly and teased him about being “green with envy”.
So really, while it usually started with her being mad, it became a “How Much Can We Annoy The Other Before We Blow?” game—she was winning so far…much to his dismay…and love.
Bruce:
His wife was outspoken and independent, not ever once requiring help with any task. If she couldn’t figure it out herself, she’d cut her own foot off before asking him to do it for her, because she knew he took that little pride in doing what she couldn’t. Their marriage was built on a foundation of love, for each other, and for their family. But that third peg was absolutely competition, and by God they were gonna prove who was the winner before they both died of old age.
So, whenever she got mad at him for anything, it would be obvious that she would announce it—but oh no, see, when she got mad, she was passive aggressive about it and she waited for Batman to figure it out. And she typically showed her annoyance through clothing.
Her favorite way to piss Bruce off was to wear an emerald green t-shirt around the house that said, “My favorite superheroes wear green!” and the stupid graphic tee had Green Lantern and Green Arrow symbols all over it. And that sadisti—lovely witch did everything in her power to make him look at it—at her.
And Bruce knew her plan of showing her irritation was working because that maddeni—gorgeous smirk always crossed her lips when he glared—stared at her. He still didn’t know what she was mad about though. Her purpose only served to show she was upset with him—so much for the World’s Greatest Detective.
Unfortunately, Bruce knew the only way to appease her would be to submit to her the entire night and let her know that she was now in the lead for their competition. Darn…and he’d just leveled the score too, and now she was one ahead…again.
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Taking Chances Chapter Seven: Trying for Normal (Gifts)
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“You can not honestly tell me you are thinking of announcing that girl as your daughter.” Damian says, his scowl deeper than Dick had seen it in a while.
“‘That girl’ has a name, Little D. Plus she’s your sister.” Dick says, resisting the urge to nudge him. They had gotten to the point where a small nudge wasn’t a death sentence, but Damian was on edge. And a small nudge would probably not be appreciated.
“I do not care what her name is, Grayson. Since coming to Gotham she has been involved in two separate Rogue attacks. She is suspicious at best, and a nuisance at worst.” He replies, crossing his arms.
“Enough, Damian. Marinette is not a nuisance. She simply has bad luck.” Bruce says, obviously trying to defend his daughter.
“And poor self-preservation skills. Talking back to the Joker? Snarking the Riddler? For an individual with no combat training, she gets much too involved in attacks. It is idiotic.” Damian argues, shaking his head.
“It might have something to do with the Paris situation. She said she’s been at attacks before, so she must have some experience with villains. And from what I read on the Ladyblog, none of the damage in Paris lasts. She just may not realize how dangerous it is for her to do here what she would do in Paris. We just need to warn her, or, at least remind her, that Gotham is a dangerous place.” Dick says, thinking back to her reaction to the Riddler and the Joker. She was definitely more tense with the Joker, despite the fact that both villains had arrived with armed goons. Maybe she thought the Riddler was less likely to kill someone, not true. Or maybe she- Dick frowns as he remembers a key difference between the attacks.
“I just realized something.” He says with a frown.
“Care to share with the rest of the room, Dickiebird?” Jason asks, strolling in and flopping onto a chair.
“She was more tense at the attack with the Joker, she seemed to understand that it was a dangerous situation. Sure, she talked back to him, but she didn’t try to fight back or anything. But at the attack with the Riddler, he wasn’t even targeting her at first. He was targeting the boy she’d been talking to. And she was more reckless, and then she fought back. She fought well, but it was still super dangerous.” Dick rambles, pacing as he explains the predicament.
“Is there a point to this? I feel like I walked in at the wrong time.” Jason calls out from his chair, feet propped up on the table in front of him.
“My point, Jay, is that Marinette has a crush.” Dick says, shuddering at the word like it’s something disgusting. (It is, his sister is too young for crushes and boyfriends).
“Is that why she ran off with him right after the attack?” Jason asks with a smirk. Dick feels his eyes practically shoot out of his head.
“She what!?” He yells, running over to the Batcomputer to look at the security footage from the wax museum. Spots that were targeted frequently, like the wax museum, had their security footage directly linked to the Batcave. Just in case of an emergency or in case an attack happened and they needed an extra set of eyes.
“I’m sure she didn’t do anything that you wouldn’t do.” Jason teases, and Dick pales.
“Shut up, Jason!” He moans, his typing turning frantic as he scrolls through the day’s footage. He stops when he gets to the moments after the battle. When the phones of the French students had all gone off. Frowning, he watches as his sister runs up to the boy and grabs his hand, leaning in and whispering to each other before the two run out of the room. Towards the bathrooms. Oh hell no. Dick scrolls forwards, frowning when they don’t come out in five minutes. Or ten minutes. Huffing, he switches to the cameras aimed at the exits. Surely one of the cameras had to catch the pair leaving the museum. He rewinds it and watches, but...there’s nothing. They don’t leave the bathrooms and they don’t leave the museum. For the rest of the day.
“Has anyone been in contact with her since the attack?” Bruce asks from right beside him, making him jump out of his seat with a yelp.
“I don’t even have her number.” Dick says, resisting the urge to glare at his adoptive father. He might’ve had Marinette’s number had Bruce actually acted like he wanted her to be there for dinner the other day. Instead, he practically ignored her and she left. And now she was missing. Definitely missing, because she never came out of the bathroom at the museum.
“Hello, Marinette? Yes, I apologize for calling so suddenly. I was- yes. Yes, I did hear about the attack….yes, that was part of the reason I was calling. I was wondering if you would like to come to dinner at the manor. You could bring your friend, Adrien Agreste, I believe was his name. Of course. Yes. Oh no, I’ll send a car. No, no I assure you it- Marinette please. Taxis aren’t always safe after dark. Thank you. Yes, I- we’ll see you then. Goodbye.” Bruce hangs up, and Dick looks at him, raising an eyebrow.
“Just gonna suddenly invite her and her boy toy to dinner, B? What’re you gonna do, interrogate them?” He asks frowning.
“That’s the second time that Marinette has ran off after that alarm. I’ve seen videos of the situation in Paris and I’m concerned. Now go upstairs and act normal. I want all of you on your best behaviors at dinner. Damian, better than best please. No weapons.” Bruce directs before leaving the room, presumably to ask Alfred to pick up Marinette. Dick sighs and looks at his brothers.
“Well this isn’t going to be a disaster or anything.” He says. --- “Tikki this is going to be a disaster!” Marinette whines, throwing herself face first onto the bed. She tries to ignore Tikki’s amused giggle. This was not funny. This was dinner with her family that she hadn’t made a great impression on the first time. And Adrien was invited, and she wasn’t sure where the two stood but she was sure that if Dick was at dinner, he would just push Adrien farther away from her.
“I could practically hear your suffering from Adrien’s room, pigtails.” Plagg says, making Marinette sit up and glare at the Kwami.
“Are you just here to mock me?” She asks, pouting. He snorts.
“No, I’m here to tell you the kid’s on his way over here. I told him you were panicking and he practically ran out his door.” Plagg says with a chuckle. Rapid knocking on the door makes him laugh more before dropping onto the bed next to Tikki. Marinette sighs, rolling off the bed and pulling the door open, jumping forward in time to catch Adrien before he completely falls to the ground.
“Are you okay? Plagg said you were panicking, did something happen?” He asks quickly, looking her up and down. Marinette blinks, slightly taken aback by his sudden concern. It was nice, but still a lot all at once. Shaking her head, she gestures for him to come in and shuts the door behind him. Walking back over to the bed, she once again face plants and groans.
“She’s nervous because Mr. Wayne invited the two of you to dinner.” Tikki chirps, giggling when Marinette lifts her head up enough to glare at her.
“Traitor.” She says, dropping her head back down.
“If you don’t want me to go with Marinette, I won’t.” Adrien says. Marinette immediately jumps up, shaking her head rapidly.
“No, no that’s not what I meant. I just- I’m nervous about actually sitting through a dinner with them. And I’m pretty sure Dick will try and sit between us and glare at you like he did at the museum.” She admits, cursing the way her cheeks heat up. Adrien raises an eyebrow.
“He was glaring at me?” He asks, utter confusion on his face. Marinette groans, dropping her head into her hands.
“Sometimes your obliviousness is cute-”
“You think I’m cute!”
“But right now, it’s kinda making me want to scream into my pillow.” Marinette admits, giving him her signature “not amused” look. A look she usually saves for when Chat Noir is making a pun.
“Wait, why wouldn’t Dick like me?” Adrien asks, thankfully stuck on that now instead of the fact that she thinks he’s cute.
“Um, maybe because we were holding hands? Did you really not notice how he kept standing in between us the entire time we were at the museum?” Marinette asks, suddenly unsure if she’d imagined the whole thing.
“Oh no, I did. I just didn’t think it meant he didn’t like me. I’ve never really dealt with siblings before. I mean, I’ve met Nino’s little brother but...that’s about it.” Adrien says, nervously rubbing the back of his neck. Marinette sighs, grinning softly.
“I don’t really have a lot of experience either, so maybe I was just imagining things.” She admits. Adrien’s shoulders instantly relax and she smiles. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.
“So, did you want me to come with?” He asks after a moment of silence. Marinette nods, agreeing immediately.
“Please. I don’t think I can go back there alone, not yet anyway.”
“Of course, Mari. Now, what’re you wearing?” --- The ride to Wayne Manor wasn’t as quiet as her first, with Adrien making quiet jokes and saying things to try and help keep Marinette out of her head. She was thankful that he had come with, because she was definitely going to need the emotional support to get through dinner. The car stops and Marinette sucks in a deep breath. Smoothing out her skirt nervously, Marinette glances at the small, neatly wrapped package sitting between her and Adrien. It was something she had started back when she first found out she was adopted. And that her parents didn’t know her bio dad. A scrapbook with copies of everything important from her life: baby pictures, school pictures, birth announcement, report cards, clippings from newspapers where she had won or placed in contests, pictures of her early designs and recent designs, pictures of certificates and trophies from various competitions and activities. Basically a road map of her life to be given to her bio dad so that he could get to know her. She’d written her name on the front page, with the words “daughter of Bruce Wayne and Bridgette Le” underneath. A sort of amendment to her birth announcement which listed her as the daughter of Tom and Sabine Dupain Cheng. And while she definitely was their daughter, she also wanted Mr. Wayne to know that she wanted to be his daughter too. Not just by blood, which isn’t the important part. No, she wanted to get to know him and for him to get to know her. Pushing down the intruding thoughts insisting that it was too soon and that he didn’t want her in the first place, she opens the car door and steps out, clutching the package to her chest like a safety blanket.
“Would you like me to take that for you, Miss Marinette?” Alfred asks, glancing at the package.
“Oh, no thank you Alfred. It’s for my da- er, um, Mr. Wayne. I can hang onto it.” She says with a bright smile. She could do this. Sure, it didn’t go great the last time she was here. And she was pretty sure Mr. Wayne’s youngest son could kill her and wanted to kill her. But it was fine. Everything is fine. Walking through the front door, her shoulders relax slightly when she sees Dick is the only one standing there waiting for them.
“Marinette! He cheers, rushing forward and picking her up in a hug. As in, legitimately picking her up. Okay then.
“Good to see you too.” She says, trying not to show that he’s literally suffocating her with the hug.
“Good to see you again, Dick!” Adrien says cheerfully. Marinette feels Dick tense before setting her down, his smile less bright as he looks at Adrien.
“And you. Adrien, right?” He asks, sticking his hand out for a handshake.
“Yup!” Adrien says cheerfully. Marinette watches cautiously, noticing that Dick seems to be squeezing a little too hard….and then Adrien appears to match his strength, if the look on Dick’s face is anything to go by. Marinette coughs to hide a snort, her face heating up as both boys turn to look at her.
“Uh, is it just you and Mr. Wayne tonight?” Marinette asks, choosing to ignore their awkward handshake.
“Nope! It’s me and Bruce and Alfred, of course, and Jay and Tim and Damian and Cass. Steph’s not in town and Babs is having dinner with her dad.” Dick says, and Marinette’s eyes widen. There were a lot more people in her bio dad’s family than she thought. She knew about the boys, but she hadn’t seen anything about Cass, Steph or ‘Babs’.
“I didn’t realize I had sisters too.” She says instead of voicing her insecurities. Before she only had the boys to measure up against, now she had three girls too?
“Well, the only official sister is Cass. Steph used to date Tim and she just kinda stuck around. She’s practically family at this point. And Babs and I used to date, but again, she stuck around after and now she’s practically family.” Dick explains with a grin and a shrug. Cause having your exes around isn’t awkward. Or, maybe it isn’t. She doesn’t have any exes to compare it to. Just as she starts to get lost in her thoughts, she feels Adrien brush against her gently. Reminding her that he’s there, for her, giving her the strength she needs to follow Dick into the living room. Where everyone else was sitting. Oh boy.
“Marinette, so glad you could join us. And Mr. Agreste, nice to see you again.” Bruce says, standing from his spot and moving to shake Adrien’s hand.
“You as well, M. Wayne. And please, call me Adrien. Mr. Agreste is my father.” He says, and Marinette can just barely see his wince. His father always had been his least favorite subject, no matter how much or how little they spoke of him.
“Thanks for inviting us.” Marinette says, moving the package so that she’s no longer clutching it like a lifeline. Holding it out to Mr. Wayne, she laughs at his confused face. “It’s a present.” She adds.
“Oh, well, thank you.” He says, his face unreadable. Marinette shifts her weight, glancing between him and the package, waiting for him to open it. Or properly introduce her to the rest of the family. Either option would work at this point. Glancing at Dick, she sighs in relief when he claps. At least someone was going to make the first move.
“Right, so I don’t think you got the chance to meet Jason and Damian properly when you were here the other day.” Dick says, tugging her around a still frozen Bruce in front of the two boys from the other day.
“No, I didn’t. Hi, I’m Marinette.” She says, smiling and holding out a hand to Damian first. He tuts and turns away, making Marinette’s smile fall slightly before she turns to Jason. Jason grins and shakes her hand.
“Welcome to the family, kid.” He says, before whistling. “You didn’t get B’s height, that’s for sure.” He teases, Marinette snorts, her smile turning into a teasing smirk.
“Hey, don’t count me out for my height. Ever heard the phrase, small but mighty?” She asks, crossing her arms. Jason snorts, reaching out and messing up her hair.
“Whatever you say, Pixie Pop.” He replies. She rolls her eyes and turns to the other two siblings she hadn’t met.
“Hi, you must be Tim and Cass.” She says, smiling at both of them. Tim nods, his hand twitching towards his pocket. Marinette tries not to laugh, having seen Max do the same thing when he had to socialize for any amount of time. The boy was always far more comfortable with his phone in his hand, even if he wasn’t actually looking at it. Cass smiles, and Marinette notices her hands moving. “Sorry, could you repeat that, I wasn’t watching closely.” She says. Cass’ smile widens and she nods before starting over.
“Welcome to family. Nice to meet you.” Cass signs, making Marinette beam.
“It’s nice to meet you too.” She says, eyes widening when she realizes she left Adrien alone with a frozen Mr. Wayne. Whirling around, she moved back to Adrien and tugged him forward, rolling her eyes at his surprised yelp. Honestly, he should expect this by now.
“Geeze, Princess. Give a man a warning.” He says, adjusting his shirt that she’d accidentally messed up.
“Sorry k- Adrien. Sorry. Anyway, uh, everyone this is my friend Adrien Agreste. Adrien this is Jason, Damian, Tim, Cass and you already know Dick.” Marinette introduces, gesturing to each of her new siblings. Adrien shoots a wide smile, not quite his model smile but also not quite a real one.
“Nice to meet you all.” He says.
“Marinette, I apologize. Did you want me to open this now?” Mr. Wayne asks suddenly. She turns and raises an eyebrow at his unreadable expression and the way he holds onto the present like he doesn’t know what to expect. Which is fair, considering they’d only met in person the day before.
“Oh, um, if you want to. It’s nothing big.” She says, watching nervously as he nods and unwraps it. His eyebrows twitch together as he looks at the book, obviously not yet understanding.
“Open it, B.” Dick whispers, clearly understanding the gift more than their father. Mr. Wayne nods and opens it, his unreadable expression falling into one that she...still can’t read. But it’s not emotionless anymore. As he flips through the book, a small smile creeps its way onto his face and Marinette almost cheers. That’s the most sincere look she’d ever seen on the man.
“Did you put all this together?” He asks, glancing up from the book to look at her. Marinette nods.
“When I found out I was adopted, I wanted to have something to give my bio dad. So that even if he didn’t want to see me in person, he could get to know me. When I found out you’re my, um, dad, I added some personal touches.” She says.
“And I can keep this?” He asks, and Marinette’s shocked that he sounds almost scared. As if he thinks she’ll say no and take everything back. She smiles.
“Of course. My Maman and Papa already have those pictures. These are all yours.” She says.
“Thank you, Marinette. I- This is an amazing gift.” He says. Marinette’s smile widens and her shoulders sag in relief. Maybe tonight wouldn’t be a disaster after all.
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Gotham’s Twins Chapter 4
I finished this chapter this morning but then I forgot to publish it.
So here it issssss.
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“You’ve got to be kidding me.”
Marinette groaned as Lila cried to Madame Bustier. They had been at the airport for a total of 16 minutes. 16 minutes for Lila to drop her drink on Marinette, trip her on the way to check tickets, and drop a metal pen into her bag so she would trip up the security scanners.
Adrien was holding Chloé back from attacking the liar, Nino was rubbing Marinette’s back--who in turn had her head in her hands, and Kim was eating a burrito.
It had been a long morning.
“You think she drinks enough water? She’s cried like four times already and It’s barely eight o’ clock.” Nino was grinning at Marinette, who sighed and rubbed her face.
“She probably chugged a bunch of water this morning, gotta prepare for a whole day of crying over her bully.” Kim cackled, his mouth full of burrito.
“Ew! Kim, It’s too early to see your gross, mushy burrito!” Marinette shoved her friend’s face back while he laughed.
Nino made a face at Kim. “Close your mouth when you eat, dude! That’s nasty!”
“Your mom’s nasty!” Kim called, his mouth was full of food so it sounded more like, ‘or mherms nashdy!’
While Nino and Kim bickered above her about their moms, Marinette pulled out her sketchbook to work on her designs. After her initial panic, Marinette decided that she and her friends would have to have Gotham inspired outfits.
Everyday, the five of them would have matching designs inspired by the streets of Gotham City, based on the vigilantes, buildings, rouges, and villains.
Marinette was so excited that when she was telling Chloé about it she accidently switched back to English.
Luckily for the blonde, Marinette had taught basic English to her whole squad over the years, so Chloé understood most of what her girlfriend was gushing about.
“I can’t believe she thinks pretending like she can draw will make her any better!” Alya scoffed, beside her, Lila laughed.
“I know, right, It’s not like she has any actual talent!”
Marinette hunched her shoulders and gripped her pencil, pressing the lead hard enough into the paper that the tip snapped off.
“Bitch, please. You’re the one that looks like an orange sausage with bad fashion sense.”
The look on Lila’s purpling face made Marinette snort. She looked like an angry fruit. (Bet you could guess which fruit).
“How could you say that to me? My grandfather Tommy Hilfiger gave this to me before he died!”
Marinette was pretty sure that Tommy Hilfiger was still alive.
Chloé laughed mockingly, strutting past Lila--who was crying again--and sat next to Marinette, in Kim’s spot.
“Queenie! That’s my seat!” Kim whined, collapsing dramatically on the floor Adrien giggled and flopped down next to him, poking him in the side.
Chloé rolled her eyes and snuggled up next to her girlfriend, who smiled, not looking up from her sketch.
The outfit was simple but Marinette loved it already: a forest green skirt made out of rayon to keep it flowy, it reached just below her knees and had silver vines creeping along the fabric. The shirt was also a forest green halter crop top, matching the skirt, the vines went all along the top and created the straps.
Marinette was hoping to finish it in Gotham, she wanted her Poison Ivy inspired outfit to have actual Gotham fabric.
The ravenette hummed as she worked, drowning out her friends bickering and Lila’s fuming that she was being ignored.
Beside her, Chloé was already slipping into a nap. Kim and Adrien were talking about anime, and Nino was listening to music and eating the remains of Kim's burrito.
And yet, like always, their peaceful moment was interrupted by the usual annoyance.
"Alright, class!" Madame Bustier clapped her hands to get their attention. "Let's all get on the plane now! Everyone has their seat number?"
Marinette resisted the urge to roll her eyes at her incompetent teacher. If the woman really knew what she was doing she would've made sure that everyone knew exactly where they were going and that they had their tickets.
Which, of course, Marinette didn't have hers.
The class had been walking to the ticket stand to get on the plane when Lila had bumped into Marinette. That must have been when the liar swiped her ticket.
"I'm so sorry, Mademoiselle but we can't let you on the plane if you don't have a ticket." The ticket lady looked genuinely sorry and Marinette felt kind of bad for her, if Lila hadn't decided to be such a piece of--
"Oh! Well that's perfectly fine!" Chloé stepped in. "I just happen to have first class tickets for my girlfriend and I! And of course, our other friends. Shame I only have five tickets though." Chloé had a wicked grin on her face as she dragged Marinette onto the plane, the rest of the squad following behind.
Marinette really wished she could have seen Lila’s face. Purple was a good look on her.
"First class? Chloé what--"
"Well I couldn't have just stepped aside and let my girlfriend be thrown in airport jail or whatever. That would be ridiculous, utterly ridiculous!"
Chloé was smiling brightly at Marinette. Oh how Marinette loved to see her Bee smile like that.
"And besides!" Kim leaned over his seat to poke Marinette in the back of the head. "Now we get to fly like rich people!"
"Kim, me and Chloé are already rich people." Adrien scratched his neck and raised a brow at Kim, who glanced across the aisle to wink at the blond boy.
"Oh shush your rich people's face, I swear dude. When we finally eat the rich you're gonna be first." Nino grumbled, yawning widely from his seat next to Adrien.
"I bet I'd taste delicious." Adrien said, nodding with all the wisdom of the world.
"Kitty, as someone who's kissed you before," Marinette gave her partner a pointed look. "I can confidently say you taste like rotten cheese."
"Bugaboo you wound me! Am I at least the most amazing kisser ever?" Adrien grinned like a, well, cat and draped himself over Nino who had already passed out. He could feel Plagg snickering from inside his jacket.
"You're ridiculous Adrikins, I'm definitely a better kisser than you." Smirking Slightly, Chloé settled comfortably against Marinette's side, confident in her kissing abilities.
Marinette laughed while the two bickered, she passed some cookies to Tikki and checked on the miracle box that was safely packed in her carry on. She laid her head on Chloé’s shoulder and closed her eyes.
The ravenette fell asleep to the sounds of Kim snoring, Nino grumbling in his sleep, and Adrien and Chloé throwing airplane peanuts at each other.
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Their hotel was huge.
The Gotham Grand Hotel was even bigger than Le Grand Paris. It towered over the class in all its shining glory, immediately giving Marinette countless ideas for white and gold ballroom gowns.
Behind the hotel, the sun shone bright against a cloudless sky. It made the building seem almost magical. And Marinette knew plenty about magic.
But Marinette’s moment was ruined by Lila. How different.
"Bruce was so kind to  us to stay in his hotel! He's just insisted that I don't stay in anything less than fabulous!" Lila gushed to the class, unaware of the five pairs of eyes rolling like bowling balls.
"How do you think she remembers all this stuff?" Adrien asked.
"Ten bucks says she has a planner or something." Kim was grinning, jumping excitedly as they walked to their rooms.
"Twenty says she has a notebook just for Marinette." Nino said, bumping shoulders with the girl in question.
"Wow, I feel so special." Marinette said dryly and shoved Kim playfully as he attempted to flick her in the nose.
It was a game the two had played since Marinette first came to Paris, they would attempt to flick the other whenever they had the opportunity. Anyone else would have said it was weird but Marinette loved it.
"I doubt she plans any of the bullshit she spews, yesterday she saved Jagged's kitten, but today it was a dog. She can't even get her fake facts straight." Chloé scoffed.
Marinette laughed and stopped at her room. All five of them had rooms right next to each other. 
"Hey! How come you two are sharing a room?"
Chloé raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow at Kim, who was leaning against the door, stopping the girls from going into their room.
"Because gay people don't exist on school trips and the rooms aren't co-ed." Marinette giggled as Adrien whined.
"But my whole personality is being gay! What am I supposed to do now?" Adrien slumped to the ground and wailed.
"What about the terrible puns?"
Adrien gasped at his best friend, "Traitor!"
"Just go to your room, young man!"
"You're not my mom!"
"I could be! I'll go fuck your dad right now!"
"Good luck breaking into prison!"
While the original superhero duo argued, the other three left to their respective rooms.
Marinette finally ended the argument with a few words about using a different miraculous to break in and a loud 'boom, bitch!'
She walked into her room and flopped on the bed, staring at Chloé, who was sitting and reading a magazine. Pollen sat next to her on one of the hotel pillows, looking over her shoulder.
Marinette groaned into the blanket, making the blonde laugh gently.
"You okay, Bug?"
Marinette's muffled reply was lost to the dark blue blanket.
Chloé leaned over and rolled her girlfriend onto her back.
Marinette sighed and sat up, she sat criss-cross-applesauce (she still refused to call it anything else but that, it was what Jason would say every time).
"To be honest, it feels wrong here. The energy is all weird, and yet, it feels like home."
Chloé reached for Marinette's hand and grabbed it tightly.
Tikki flew out of Marinette's purse to sit on the bed. "Marinette! Of course it feels weird, you're the Guardian now and can feel the negative energy in this city!"
"And it feels like home because it is home. This is where you were born, Bug, it's your home more than Paris is." Chloé added.
"Which is why this would be a perfect place to live when you graduate in a few months! You can help fix the energy!" Tikki was squealing with excitement.
Fix this energy? She could. But...but would it be okay for her to be here? Where Jason died?
"Hmm, maybe. Can I think about it?" Marinette bit her lip, refusing to look either one in the eye.
"Of course, Marinette! No matter your decision, it's okay!"
Marinette nodded and laid down. She could think later, all she wanted to do right now was sleep.
The ravenette barely registered her girlfriend laying beside her and stroking her hair as her eyes grew heavy.
And sleep she did.
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Boom shacalaca bitches!!
I'm gonna be totally honest: I don't think I'm using all these commas correctly.
--Lemon
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scarofthewind · 3 years
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Slashers x Reader || Period
A/N: Someone had requested this but the request disappeared along with like five others so I’m gonna fight Tumblr. Thank you to all who gave me kind words, I’ve been having a rough couple days and you guys helped me get out of my funk. I spent the day watching all my favorite horror movies and basking in the glory of my fictional lovers. I hope you enjoy!
Warnings: fluff, fem!reader who’s on her period, mentions of blood, mentions of period sex
word count: 824 Tip Jar (every bit helps)
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Would be the sweetest about it:
Jason Voorhees: The minute you wake up with the bedsheets stained with a small blotch of blood, you get so embarrassed. Much to your confusion, Jason would simply take the sheet and clean it like it was nothing. He wouldn’t blink an eye before he had you warm and comfy, pampering you like a princess and making sure you were feeling okay. He would be perfectly okay with period sex if you asked, he’d do anything for you to feel better. 
Thomas Hewitt: The moment he sees you scrunch your nose in pain as another cramp rips through you, he has you in his arms. Thomas would do everything in his power to make sure you smile by the end of the day, no matter how bad you felt. He’d be your personal heater, his large hands resting on your lower abdomen and his muscular arms caging you against him. Another one who’d be fine with fucking the cramps away; he thinks you feel different (in a good way) when you’re on your period. 
Vincent Sinclair: It’s a natural woman process so he isn’t grossed out by it. Your craving a certain kind of food? He’d buy as much of it as possible. He’d probably try buying you pads/tampons and get the wrong thing but at least he cares enough to try. Vincent will make sure you take medicine to help with the cramps and he’ll lay with you all day, playing with your hair.
Would be super awkward about it:
Bubba Sawyer: Poor boy doesn’t want to know about the pain you have to endure each month, but he does his best to help. He doesn’t like it when you go into elaborate detail about the pain or the amount of blood, it makes him nearly sick, much to your disbelief. If you forget a pad/tampon in the other room and ask him to get it for you while you’re on the toilet, he will panic. You laugh when he pokes his hand under the bathroom door and the product shoots towards your legs. 
Norman Bates: He knows it’s natural but he can’t help but get timid around the idea of it. He doesn’t know why you’re yelling at him one minute and then crying the other, but he will hug you and try to calm you down. Norman will make any excuse to leave the house; need more products? need more medicine or food? As awkward as he is about it, he knows exactly the type of products you use and buys them without question. 
Bo Sinclair: He downright avoids you the week of; he has it written down to make sure he’s not around to experience the gremlin you turn into. Bo will buy you a surplus of things you need, knowing exactly what you use and crave, and throw it into a basket. He’ll leave a cute lovey-dovey note next to it and then he will run for the hills. 9/10 he comes back early but it still very cautious about what he says or does. One wrong move could cost him a limb. 
Would be absolutely disgusted:
Brahms Heelshire: Mr. Heelshit here doesn’t want to know what goes on during your lady week. He will literally hide in the walls, mortified that you can bleed that much and still be alive. He almost threw up when you told him how tampons work, immediately covering your mouth with his hand and going paler than you’d ever seen him. Wanna make him uncomfortable, tell him you’re on your period and he bolts. There are few occasions when he’s decent about it and will cuddle you and try to help you through the pain, but it’s rare. 
Charles Lee Ray: He’d probably be a little mean about it if you bled on the sheets or if your emotions were off, but he’d still be careful of what he says around you because you’re over sensitive during your week. He’s another one that would go to the store to get out of the house because you’d been using him as a heating pad all day. The only thing is he wouldn’t buy you anything, maybe a candy bar but that’s it. He thinks period are g-r-o-s-s.
Would be excited for one reason: (slight nsfw)
Michael Myers: He is a literal psycho and can practically smell it when you start. Let me tell you, good luck. He will be gentle with you the first couple of days but the moment you’re crying because the cramps hurt, he’s suggesting sex. He would not hesitate to fuck you raw on your period. Michael loves a mess, and we have established he has a blood kink so homeboy would definitely love it (maybe even more than you). Don’t worry, he’ll make the pain go away and he’ll take good care of you, but just be warned, the sheets will be ruined. 
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celerywrites · 2 years
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Don’t Want to be the Cause of Your Pain
Dick Grayson/Male Reader
Sometimes loves springs up on you, fast, unexpected, and kind of a jerk in its execution.
This is a rather low-stakes Hanahaki AU. There's absolutely potential for it to get dangerous, but Jason meddles before it can get deadly, because meddling is what he does for fun. Also he gets to be smug, and he loves being smug.
Hydrangea - gratitude at being understood Edelweiss - courage, devotion
reader is referred to with he/him pronouns. (y/n) is not used.
You're curled up watching the news when the first truly bad coughing fit happens, leaving you doubled over and gasping for breath. Your eyes catch on the single tiny blue petal in your hand, and you groan. "No fucking way. I do not have the stupid dying of love flower shit for a celebrity I've only met like ten times!"
Those ten meetings were memorable though, and you know in your heart it's him. You'd started coughing when he was mentioned in the news report, after all.
Just your luck.
You were in love with Dick Grayson, just like half of Gotham, and there was absolutely no way your feelings would be returned.
At first you thought it was the start of a cold, your breathing a little shallower and a constant tickling in your throat. Now you knew better.
It's just the first petal, though. You have time to figure out what you're going to do. You don't have to panic until you start seeing full flowers, right?
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It doesn't help that your best friend is an insufferable know-it-all detective. By the time Red Hood visits you again, the disease has progressed, and the scent of flowers is unmistakable throughout your apartment.
"Who is it?" he asks, ignoring his injuries to interrogate you.
"Nope. Not telling. I'll never hear the end of it, and I barely know him. Just gotta get over it, ignore it, I'll be fine."
"That's not how this works. You either fall out of love, confess your feelings and have them returned, or you get the surgery. Ignoring it is how people die, and I'm not gonna let that happen to you."
You groan, laying your head back against the back of the couch and staring up at the ceiling.
"I know, I know. It's just-- He's a fucking celebrity, Red. I have literally zero chance of reciprocation."
"So then get the surgery. Sure, you won't be able to love him again, but if you don't have a chance, what do you have to lose?"
"Have you heard about the side effects of those surgeries? I could end up not able to love anyone if it goes wrong. Plus it's an invasive surgery! I can't afford it, and I can't afford how much work I'd miss with the recovery time."
"You also can't afford to let this kill you," he counters with a huff that crackles through his voice modulator.
"Can we drop it for now?" you beg, but you know he won't give in so easily.
"Nope. If you're not gonna tell me who it is, I'm gonna start guessing. You said he's a celebrity so... Movie star?"
You roll your eyes and shake your head. "Nope."
"Politician?"
You wrinkle your nose at that, "No."
"Pro athlete?"
The tickle is back in your throat as you remember Dick Grayson's Instagram posts showing him doing acrobatic routines. Not quite what Red is thinking of, so you shake your head.
"Shit, okay, let me think... Are they local?"
You hesitate but nod, giving in to the idea of Red finding out this way. At least you'll make him work for it.
"Local celebrity... It's not Bruce Wayne, right? He's too old for you."
You sputter out a laugh, but he's close enough to the mark that you start coughing, a few small blue flowers in your lap as the end result.
He stares at you for a moment, stunned, before plowing on ahead. "So, not Bruce Wayne, but someone close enough that it triggered a reaction. One of his kids?"
He regrets the question as soon as you're doubled over, dark spots in your vision as you cough and retch with no relief. It's nearly a full two minutes later that you're staring at a full cluster of hydrangeas atop the previous petals, and you hear Red swear under his breath beside you. All through the coughing fit you'd felt his gloved hand rubbing soothing circles over your back, for as little as it helped.
He stands, and for a moment you're scared he's going to leave you, but he just grabs you a glass of water from the kitchen and holds it steady for you while you drink.
"Which one?" he asks, voice quiet and intense.
"Dick Grayson," you rasp, once your cup is drained. "Met him at an event for an LGBT charity, had a nice conversation. Keep running into him around town. Dunno why it happened so fast, we're barely even friends."
"Shit," is his only reply, and you can't help but agree. The whole situation is shit.
In the end, Red Hood patches his own wounds and helps to tuck you into bed before he leaves. You're too exhausted to protest, and it's kind of nice to have someone take care of you.
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Dick is in so much trouble. He's been skipping more and more patrols, too sick to keep up with the others, worried about becoming a liability when he gets winded. His coughing could give them away, could get someone hurt, so he stays in the Batcave and does investigative work from there. He misses the thrill of flipping through the air between buildings, but once he's over whatever chest cold he's caught, he'll be back at it again.
Only Jason keeps babying him, and it's really starting to get weird. Sure, they have their friendly moments, but Jay is being straight up nice to him, even bringing him a mug of tea sweetened with honey when he starts coughing.
Dick is surprised when he coughs up the first pointed white petal after his thoughts stray to you, but Jason seems almost smug.
"Fucking called it. Is it your new friend? The one you met at the charity event?"
Dick blinks in confusion, sputtering, "I'm still processing the fact that I have Hanahaki, and you're already guessing who it is? How do you even know about him?"
"He's got it too," Jason informs him, matter-of-fact. "I'm friends with him, known him longer than you have. So if it's him for you, you need to confess. He's further along than you are. I visited him the other night and he hacked up an entire cluster of hydrangeas. No blood yet, but I wouldn't be surprised if that starts soon."
"How do you know it's not for you?" Dick argues, but Jason just shakes his head.
"He told me outright who it is. Your name, loud and clear. Told me how you met and everything."
Dick's brow furrows as he thinks, and he turns back to Jay, looking confused. "How do you even know each other? You've never mentioned him, and I would've thought he'd mention if he knew anyone else in our family."
"Because he knows me as Red Hood. He's my safehouse bestie. He patches my wounds, makes me coffee and cocoa in winter, lets me give him sage advice... We're friends. And I'm not really in the business of watching my friend die a painful but preventable death, and he's too scared of the surgery's adverse effects, so a confession is in order here."
"Shit," Dick mutters, pushing his hair back as he thinks. You two have a tentative friendship, and this could totally ruin it. Then again, if Jason isn't lying, a confession could save your life. Both of your lives.
"Okay," he finally concedes, grabbing his phone.
"You can't just text him! It's gotta be face to face for it to work," Jason balks, but Dick merely holds up a hand to silence him.
"I wasn't planning to confess over text. I'm going to invite him to meet up somewhere so we can talk. I've got at least a little more tact than you think."
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Starting your day by hacking up flowers isn't exactly ideal, but when you check your phone after waking and find a text from Dick, your body doesn't exactly give you much choice. Luckily you've taken to keeping a trashcan nearby wherever you are in your apartment, just in case. It's hard to stop thinking about him sometimes, but every time you do the urge to cough starts up again.
It takes a bit to actually reply to the text, but after some back and forth you've set up a meeting in a park not too far from your apartment later in the day. Dick probably just wants to talk about your activism work again, but for a moment you let yourself imagine that he wants to meet up so he can confess his love for you. It's a foolish daydream and you know it, but for just a moment it eases the pressure in your lungs, lets you breathe just a little easier.
You've got a second text from your boss Luanne, asking how you're feeling and letting you know she's coming over. As soon as she realized you had Hanahaki disease she'd set you up to work from home, with the demand that you rest when you needed to do so. She's even come to check on you a few times in person under the guise of a work meeting, though she spends more time looking at you sympathetically than she does discussing the files you show her.
And, okay, maybe it's stupid to let Luanne know you've got a meeting with Dick Grayson later, especially when she gets to witness you doubled over coughing up flowers as soon as you say his name, but technically it might be about work and that's definitely your reasoning when you tell her so.
Luanne does not look at all convinced. "If one of you doesn't confess feelings to the other, I swear I'll crash your meeting myself and give him a talking to," she proclaims, protective as always. You laugh for the first time in weeks, imagining her scolding Gotham's golden boy.
"If I don't text you that I at least tried, you're welcome to give both of us a talking to," you promise, returning the hug she gives as she packs up to leave.
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You agree to meet Dick by the park's main fountain. You can't stop thinking about him, and the insistent need to cough is building in the back of your throat. You can practically feel the flowers there, pushing their way up, and it makes you nauseous if you focus too hard on it. You try to read, but you just keep scanning over the same few lines, your brain refusing to process the words. Scrolling through your phone has a similar result. Eventually you just give up and tilt your head back to watch the clouds.
Dick sees you before you see him. He always thinks you look handsome, but today you look as sick as Jay told him you were, with dark bags under your eyes and your usual smile absent. He really hopes this works. He doesn't want to cause you any more pain than you've already endured.
His voice is gentle when he says your name, and the nervous smile you turn on him is like a balm for his soul even if he does feel that ever-present tickle at the back of his throat.
"Take a walk with me? There's something I want to discuss," he says, offering you a hand to help you off the bench.
It's a sweet gesture, one you can't resist, but even once you're standing Dick doesn't let go of you, his thumb rubbing gently across your knuckles as he leads you further into the park. Being near him, touching him, it all seems to ease the pressure in your lungs. Both of you breathe a little easier as you walk to a less-used path and sit together on a bench.
Dick angles his body towards you, watching your face carefully as he speaks.
"A friend of mine came by for a visit, and he told me that you're dealing with a rather serious illness," he starts out, a bit more formally than he intended. He can practically hear his brothers mocking him in his head. Still, he's started the conversation, and he knows he has to continue. "He, uh... He told me that you have Hanahaki disease... And please don't be mad at him for this, but he told me it's because of me."
Of all the ways you'd envisioned this conversation going, this wasn't one of the ways you expected. "You're friends with Red Hood?" you ask, trailing off in a fit of coughing until Dick takes your hand again.
"He saved me and Bruce a while back," Dick says with a small shrug as if that explains anything at all. "But that's not what I'm here to talk about. I'm here because I have it too."
Your heart drops into your stomach. He's here to commiserate about unrequited love, not to confess his feelings. Today cannot possibly get anyworse.
And yet it does, because that thought is enough to have you turning away from Dick to cough up another cluster of flowers. These ones are flecked with blood, a sign that you're running out of time. Once the flowers become bloody you have a few weeks, maybe a month or two if you're lucky. Dick's hand is warm against your back as you cough, rubbing soothing circles. When you finish you turn back to him, eyes watery, though you're not sure if it's from the coughing or from unshed tears.
Seeing you like this is enough to make Dick's mind up for him. He takes your hands in his and prompts you to look at him. When you reluctantly make eye contact, he smiles and says, "I love you."
In the movies, this is the moment that the protagonist's lungs magically clear and the couple shares a happy kiss. Reality is much messier. Once a confession is made, your body has two options: let the flowers wither and then cough them up, or cough them up immediately. It's not completely understood what makes the reactions happen differently, if it's about the stage of the disease you're in or if it's a genetic thing. All you know is that your body went for the immediate route, and it's all you can do to turn your head away so you don't cough the blooms directly into Dick's lap.
It's a long, painful process, and you find yourself gasping for air between hacking coughs and long, painful retches that you're sure will have you feeling bruised tomorrow. Dick's hand is on your back again, anchoring you through the coughing fit as the leaves and stems and roots finally come out as well. Your throat feels as though you've swallowed razors, and you can taste blood, strong and metallic, at the back of your mouth. It's done though. Dick Grayson loves you. You smile at him, albeit a bit weakly after what you've gone through these past weeks. You can breathe clearly for the first time in months.
His smile in return is wide and beaming as he takes your hand and squeezes it. "I need you to say it back," he murmurs, almost apologetic, and your eyes widen as you remember he has the disease too.
"I love you," you reply, and then it's your turn to anchor him with soothing touches as he coughs up small white flowers on long thin stems. There's less of them, and less blood too. He must not have been as far along as you were, and the thought is a bit of a relief, knowing you hadn't made him suffer quite as badly. When it's over you just sit there staring at each other for a long moment, and then Dick seems to snap back to attention, grabbing the thermos he'd brought with him.
"Here, it's tea with honey. Should help our throats," he says, voice rough. He pours his own serving into the cup that makes up the lid and hands you the actual thermos, deciding you need it more. You're honestly touched by his consideration, and you give a pleased sigh after you take a few sips. It does help, and you smile at him over your drink.
It's a minute or two before either of you speaks, both of you focusing on the tea and the revelation that things are about to change between you now that you've both confessed.
"We don't have to immediately jump into a relationship if you're not ready. I know this was pretty sudden for both of us... But I do want to spend more time with you, get to know you better, see where this goes now that neither of us is in danger," Dick says.
"I'm ready," you reply, earning a genuine and dazzling smile. "I know it happened pretty quickly, but clearly it was enough for both of our hearts or our brains or whatever decides we get Hanahaki disease, right? So I think, whatever there is between us, it's a good thing and we should see where it goes."
He sets down his empty cup and takes your free hand in his again. "Well, I want to do this the right way. Take you out to dinner at a nice restaurant, maybe go dancing, introduce you to my siblings... We'll take it at whatever pace you're comfortable with."
"Sounds good to me," you say, a little dreamy. "But, on one condition."
"Yeah?"
"You don't make me wait any longer for that first kiss."
Dick laughs and takes the thermos from you, closing it and setting it aside so the tea doesn't get spilled everywhere. Then he cradles your cheek in one hand, pressing forward to give you a kiss with lips that are softer than you could have imagined.
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tadpole-san · 3 years
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poison ;  j.t.
pairing: titans!jason todd x reader, pre-established relationship, best friends
warnings: mentions/allusions to (attempted) suicide, jason just needing someone in his corner, spoilers for titans s2e12
a/n: 1000/10 this is meant for  @cipheress-to-k-pop, kudos to her for inspiring this and simping over jason peter todd with me - so here’s an exploration of what happened between jason leaving rose and showing up to donna’s funeral
Gotham is, by no means, a small city. And it's easy to come back to, after everything.
After the Titans disband - again, and you’re honestly left with nothing to do and nowhere to go.
After your best friend gets kidnapped, tortured, and thrown off a roof.
After you find him driven to another roof, ready to step off with nothing to catch him, because he’s ready to go somewhere you know you can’t follow.
And after Jason Todd leaves on a motorcycle with Rose Wilson, because he is going somewhere you think you can’t follow. Except can’t isn’t the right word - you shouldn’t follow him, you think. Because Dick was the one to talk him off the roof, like a brother is supposed to, and all you can remember is the wind roaring in your ears and blocking everything out except that Jason wants to jump, Jason wants to die,  I don’t know how to help him. The words die in the back of your throat, and if Dick hadn’t been there-
You don’t want to think about if Dick didn’t make it up there when he did. So you’re avoiding Jason - which is all too easy to do when he’s supposed to be on the other side of the country. Until he calls you and you realize he’s here. In Gotham. The two of you are still connected by the same city.
He doesn’t say where the two of you need to meet, but you know exactly where to find him in the vastness of Gotham’s skyscrapers and abandoned warehouses.
By the time you make it to the top of - surprise, a skyscraper - your legs and lungs are burning. It makes it all the more apparent that you haven’t gotten the same level of Batman-training, and that a busted elevator forcing you to take the stairs is already a sign of bad luck. When you’re able to push the door leading to the rooftop open, you spot the gargoyle first, and it somehow manages to make you smile. All the years you’ve known Jason, the guy who’s become your best friend, and you’ve lost count of the number of times you’ve been able to find him hunched up next to the stone monster. Even now, the shades of yellow on his hoodie stand out like muted sunlight.
“Hey.” The sound of your voice and the opening door gets him to turn around. His legs are dangling over the edge of the roof. You know he’s just sitting there - just sitting, nothing else - but it’s suddenly harder for you to take another breath, and when you move towards him, it’s in a sprint. There’s a spot left for you between him and the gargoyle, one that you take without hesitation as your hand grabs at his jacket. He’s taken aback, you can tell - his eyebrows furrow and he opens his mouth to say something, only to close it a second later. This close, and you can see how his eyes are rimmed with red. Like he’d been crying.
There’s a stinging sensation at your eyes that makes you think you must look the same. Your fingers tighten around worn fabric, and it grounds you. Jason wasn’t wearing the hoodie that day. This isn’t the same as that.
“Are you okay?” you finally ask, pulling your knees up towards your chest instead of dangling them over the edge. You’re too close to the edge already. “Where’s Rose?”
When Jason finally speaks, his voice is rough in the way that it gets when he’s had a few beers. You know this voice well, the same way he knows his way arounds brews, and this takes you back to the first time you'd met him when you were kids, at the bars that your dad and his uncle would get together at.
“I don’t know,” he says. Then he laughs. “I don’t care, you know? Fuck Rose-”
“Could you scoot back?” The question almost rips itself out of your throat, despite your efforts to keep it in until he’s finished telling you what happened. But all you can see are his shoes dangling over the edge, stories above the street, and when you look at the street, you’re imagining his body leaving its impact on it. You can feel Jason’s eyes on you, and you wait for him to tell you to stop being a pussy.
Instead, he mirrors your position and pulls his feet up, tucking them in as he pulls himself away from the edge.
You can breathe again.
“Sorry,” you mutter, finally making eye contact with him again. “I just - I’m sorry.”
I’m sorry I wasn’t there.
I’m sorry I’m such a coward.
I’m sorry I couldn’t help you.
I’m sorry I’m such a bad friend.
“Why the hell are you sorry?” Jason asks, brows furrowing. Now he’s really looking at you, and it’s so heartfelt that you need to drag a hand down your face so you can hide. At the same time, it makes you so angry, because all you can remember is a room full of broken and awful heroes, painting him a villain who would drag out their darkest secrets, their deepest pains, to taunt and jab them with.
How could people do that to a kid? How could they do that to Jason, who - sure, he was rough around the edges, and cocky, and he went out of his way to be a little unlikable sometimes, but he was good. He was one of the best goddamn people you knew, even if you were saying that with bias.
You’re pulled out of the daze you’re in when he calls your name, and you try to speak around the words that are lodged in your throat, clogging it up. “I’m sorry,” you repeated, and the Vice around your throat tightens. “I wasn’t there when it mattered. With you. At the Tower. When they - and you-“ At this point, you have to suck in a deep, shuddering breath. One that has you keeling forward, head falling between your knees.
“Woah. Woah, woah, hold on-“ Jason wrestles his arm out of the sleeve you’re holding onto, and then you feel him pulling you back from the edge. It’s his turn, and he does it with ease, like you’re nothing but air. There’s that training again. “Jesus fuck, you - come on.” Just like that, the two of you are collapsing and folding in on each other.
Jason has gone so incredibly still, like he doesn’t know what he should be doing, and it makes you want to cry - except you don’t. You don’t know if you can feel anything else besides being scared or pissed off - at the Titans, at him - that couldn’t possibly be fair - at yourself. He’s so still it’s like he’s a corpse. “You get hurt somewhere?” he asks, and you shake your head, even as he’s awkwardly patting you over. “Someone pull some shit on you when you ditched the Tower?” You shake your head again, and you register that you're holding onto his hand.  You squeeze, tight. It’s warm. He’s warm. There’s blood flowing through his veins.
He’s okay. He’s alive.
Jason’s hand is squeezing yours just as tight, and it grounds you - he’s keeping you grounded - long enough that you can start to breathe again. Enough that you can keep talking.
“I fell asleep.” The words are eerily similar to Gar’s own sentiments when the two of you wandered into the kitchen  to find an already-fractured team. “I didn’t - I didn’t sleep for two days, you know that? You don’t really get any of that when there’s a psychopath torturing your friend and it’s your fault.”
“It ain’t your fucking fault,” Jason’s quick to say, words frosted with the kind of accent that’s married to a childhood down in Crime Alley. You haven’t grown out of yours, but his has gone sparse since Bruce Wayne picked him out. “Don’t fucking say-”
“Gar and I were supposed to have your back down there.” You press your lips in a thin line, eyes meeting his. “I’m supposed to have your back.”
“I was being a stupid little shit. Hank was right.” Fucking Hank. You think you could attack him, probably. Pick a stupid fight.
“We always think it’s our fault.” Now your words are deliberate. “And we always think we’re the fucking poison. ‘Cept we’re not.” Jason groans, and you can feel him start to pull away. You don’t let your grip loosen, so he uses his other hand to push his hair back roughly and pull the hood over his head, yanking the fabric down so you can’t make out his expression.
“I wasn’t gonna jump.”
“Yeah, you were.”
“I mean just now. I saw your face. I know what you’re thinking.”
“I thought you were gonna fall.” His lips twist into a grimace, and you let go of his hand to shove your own into your pockets. Your fingertips are cold.
“I would’ve caught myself.” Finally, the traces of Robin Jason - cocky, uncaring, cool - are coming back. “Could teach you how, if you want.”
“Do you want to catch yourself?” you ask, not quite ready to fall back into lopsided and carefree with him. “‘Cuz if you don’t, I gotta be the one doing the catching, Jason. Even when you’ve got some kind of - I don’t fucking know, a Superboy doing it.”
“Why?” The little shit has the audacity to smirk. “You jealous?” Incredulous, you stare at him. And then you take your bag and you swing it at his shoulder, only for him to smack it away.
“I’m being serious.” It amazes you how Jason does that - switches at the flip of a coin so as to replace the real shit he’s going through with throwaway comments like that. Sometimes, he’s a real asshole. Even as he’s staring at you with an entirely different expression now, one that makes you wonder just how much he knows about how he makes you feel.
“You need me to catch you?”
“Sometimes,” you admit, turning your head as he shifts closer to you, enough that your knees bump against one another. You push against him, and it turns into an exchange that lasts until your knee is sore. By the end of it, you can feel Jason laughing in your ear. His eyes aren’t red anymore. You take the sleeve he’d shrugged out of and get your arm through it, leaving the two of you awkwardly cramped against one another, and he laughs even more.
“Why can’t we do this shit at the tower?”
“Because you get - you’re all moody, you ass. It’s weird.” You can feel the weight of him on your shoulder and it makes you sigh. “You - look, we gotta talk. For real, you know that?”
“We did,” he mutters, a bit more sullen now. But there’s another elbow to your side, so you think that maybe it’s a bit better. For all that Gotham is home to the world’s evils, you can still love it if it can bring this out in Jason. “You know I say shit to you that I’m not saying to anyone else.” That elicits a half-hearted grin out of you, and you knock your fist against his. His eyes rake over bruised knuckles.
“You asked me if I was okay,” he says, thumb brushing over them. “Are you-”
“Someday,” you interrupt, because it’s a fruitless question. There’s no being okay, and you realize how your own question from earlier is naive. “I’ll get past the fact that we’re gonna keep almost dying. Like the shitshow with Deathstroke. And the fact that the assholes that are supposed to be heroes are full of shit.” Jason’s expression is all-too knowing, and you wonder if he’s figured out that the reason you went to San Francisco had nothing to do with wanting to be a hero and everything to do with not being able to handle Gotham alone. Maybe it’s better to just have yourself - to not have to lean on anyone else to keep on living, but then you look at the boy in front of you. And you know that if Jason only had himself, you wouldn’t be sitting with him right now.
He’s probably figured you out already. He’s Robin. For all that you poke at him for being boneheaded, you know that Batman’s taught him all the ways to see through a person. Even without x-ray vision.
Then he gives you a lopsided smirk, and you know he’s chosen not to say anything. Instead, he hauls himself to his feet - and you with him - with graceful ease, letting you link your arm with his in a way that has your hands brushing together.
“You still haven’t told me what happened with Rose,” you say. At that, he makes a face. One that draws another laugh out of you, because it has his features scrunched up in a scowl that departs from the betrayal you’d found him drowning in when you’d first gotten here.
“You wouldn’t fucking believe - come on.” He uses his foot to toss his bag in the air, catching it with one hand and slinging it over his shoulder. “I’m not doing this unless we’re getting a burger or some shit.”
“What, she break your heart, big boy?” You manage to catch the elbow that’s headed for you, even as Jason kicks you in the back of the knee for that comment. It’s quips and banters that are coming back, a routine the two of you fall into even after weeks apart. Jason’s shouldered the door to the stairwell open - losers first - and you find yourself casting one final look to the lone gargoyle before you step inside.
Gotham is, by no means, a small city. She’s unforgiving and cruel, and her metal arches and stone beams are interwoven with a history of poison. Some days, you wonder if it’s too late - if you’ve already got it in your veins, running through your blood and killing you from the inside. Leaving a city like her was easy.
And it’s easy to come back to, despite everything. Because if Jason isn’t poison, then maybe you’re not, either.
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