#and jason would be like oh shit i’m sorry please don’t look at me like that

[leaflettucesstuff]

DC is not ready to face the truth that battinson simply cannot have the traditional Bruce v. Jason angst

[igotanidea]

Mine: AK!Jason x reader

Is it second update today? Yes. But I'm on a roll and I simply cannot keep @thesandsofelsweyr waiting anymore (thank you for requesting!)

Summary/request: "why are you shaking" angst with AK! Jason

Warning: a bit smut-ish, but nothing explicit. (not in this part at least....)

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„Why are you shaking?” he didn’t even bother taking his helmet off and the distorted voice coming from it really did make her tremble. Not that she was going to admit it, even though he was angry at her.

“I’m… I’m not.” she stuttered

“Stop lying to me!” oh, shit, he was angry. What about? Did she do something? Or did his other mission went south? Again? He wasn’t telling her anything, how the hell was she supposed to guess what got him spinning?

“I’m sorry.” She squealed and took a step back, slouching to make herself smaller “I….”

“What did you do?” he hissed

“No…. nothing, I swear…..”

“Nothing?” he took another step forward, the words hanging in the air like an axe that could fall onto her neck in a second. She had to be extremely careful at the moment. “Nothing, princess?”

“I…..”

“so you are trying to tell me, you weren’t fantasizing about your past life? Hm?”

“Jace, I…..”

“Stop calling me that!” he yelled, grabbing her arm and shaking her violently, getting another broken sob which she could not hold back “it’s not who I am anymore!”

“But you are….” She tried to calm him, but it was for nothing

“I don’t know what little fantasy you got in your head, but let me tell you: it’s not gonna come true.”

“please….” she begged struggling against his bruising grip

“Look around, Y/N. See where you are? This is Arkham. Not Wayne Manor.”

“I know… I know… I…..”

“Shut up! When will it get into your silly little head?! No one, no one is coming to save you!

“I don’t need to be saved….. I’m with you and ……”

“Me?” he laughed viciously “you still think you can save me? Oh, honey.” He raised his gloved hand and brushed her cheek, but it was more threatening than loving and she shook upon the harsh feeling “such a delusional, brainwashed, stupid girl, aren’t you? Batman won’t rescue you! And neither will Robin. And definitely not Nightwing! Oh… “sudden realization hit him “that’s who you were thinking about while touching yourself weren’t you?” those cameras he had all over Asylum were not for nothing. “Did those silly dirty thoughts make you come?”

“Wha….. what? I didn’t …… How…..?”

“STOP LYING TO ME!” he yelled again, this time in full voice and a few tears fell down her cheeks. He still didn’t believe she loved him. HIM. Not his brother. His twisted mind worked in two completely opposite directions. On one hand he was jealous and possessive and wanted her under him, wanted to love her, on the other abused and threatened her, convinced that those were the only methods of keeping her. Jason was simply too afraid of letting her lose, worried that the second he let go she would run away, not wanting to stay with the monster like him. He believed he needed to force her to love him, no matter how much she assured him it was different.

How wrong he was.

And it made her angry and desperate. Determined enough to sacrifice her own health and safety to prove that to him.

“I DON’T FUCKING CARE ABOUT NIGHTWING! I DON’T FUCKING CARE!” she yelled through the tears, not caring about the consequences of that outburst. “I don’t….. it’s you…. It’s…..” her voice broke, as well as her legs and she found herself on the floor, unable to stand anymore.

Well, not for long, since Jason grabbed her arm and yanked her back to her feet, pressing her back to the wall. For a moment they just stayed like that and then he removed his helmet, finally reveling his face, those beautiful eyes conveying so many mutually exclusive emotions. With one hand he tossed it to the floor, not caring anymore and she trembled, suddenly fully aware how close he was and how many pain he could bring her.

Not more than Harley though.

“Y/N….” he whispered “Y/N, Y/n, Y/n…..” her name fell from his lips like a silent prayer.

“I’m ready for my punishment now.” she closed her eyes

“You’re such a good little pet, aren’t you?” he laughed condescendingly “are you scared of me?” he removed one of his glove and traced her trembling bottom lip.

“No.”

“You should be.” he whispered those cliché words and not giving her any opportunity to answer leaned forward and kissed her.

It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t delicate. It never was with him.

It was angry and rough and animalistic and predatory, almost like he wanted to swallow her whole. Y/N moaned at the feeling and locked her hands on his neck, pulling him closer. Since this time he was still in his armor, Jason did not push her away. She couldn’t truly feel his body and scars under all those layers so that he could accept. But it didn’t mean she was off the hook. He bit on her bottom lip. Hard, drawing a bit of blood and the metallic taste of it in his mouth spur him on even more. He grabbed her legs and locked them on his waist, hoisting her up in the process, grinding against her, getting some more of her sweet sounds. “Did it feel so good in your fantasies with Nightwing?” he mumbled into her skin, mouth tracing the path starting on her jaw, ending on her collarbone.

“No…” she whined, tangling hands in his hair, pulling lightly, not strong enough to try and explain that it was never Nightwing in her wet dreams “No…..”

“You’re not getting away from me.” He bit on the sensitive skin, her head falling back in ecstasy. “You’re mine.”

“Yes. Yes. I’m yours. Please….” she wanted so much more from him, but asking would be just so stupid

“You want more, princess?”

“please….”

“too bad I’m not into giving mood.” He smirked and let go off her, causing her to drop to the floor. Again. It was just getting to intimate for her and he couldn’t not have that. “Too bad you will have to take care of yourself. I expect a little show tonight, princess. And you better think about me while coming. You hear me?” he crouched next to her, grabbing her chin and forcing her eyes on him.

“Yes.” She nodded

“I want to hear you moan my name. And then maybe, maybe….  you can convince me to help you. It’s up to you whether I’ll be good for you or not. Just remember….” He leaned forward and whispered in her ear “you’re mine.”

And then, almost like nothing happened, he stood up, collected his helmet and left the room, leaving her panting and gasping and with the sudden urge to give him the best show of his life.  

Anything to have him.

Anything....

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@jasontoddsthickbabe - fixing my negligence here 😁😉

[apollosfavkiddo]

i saw ur requests are open and i got excited 😵

would u be willing to write a jason grace x apollo!reader one shot? specifically one that’s kinda angsty but has a happy ending?? maybe the reader gets really hurt on a quest with Jason and he’s genuinely scared but she ends up being okay in the end? i’m not sure what other details but i’d love to see what you do with this (if you want!!!)

:0)

we’ll be a fine line, we’ll be alright.

content: jason grace x apollo!reader

warning: bad BAD writing, angst but then it’s fluff, blood, almost dying experience, octavian’s still alive, cursing, post Blood of Olympus

a/n: hello! this is my first request and i wanted to post it before the other stuff i’m working on (especially cause i can’t finish any of the shit i’m working on). this is kind of fast paced but don’t blame me, it’s 12am in brazil right now so.. yea. also, i kinda diverted from the whole hurt in quest thing, i’m sorry! i didn’t have enough ideas for a whole quest. but i hope you enjoy! oh and this is placed after the first book of TOA

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Sure, a heartbreak did hurt. But have you been stabbed by Imperial Gold? Dude. Brotha.

Sure, it was a normal thing for you to argue with Octavian. Hell, it was. normal thing for everyone who’s sane to do. This scrawny boy was just… a piece of shit. Yeah. And the worst part? You’re related. He’s one of the “legacies”, whatever that is. That stupid roman dipshit.

And today was no different. You two were arguing about some trivial shit, as always, but things escalated quickly. Soon you two were sparring (how was a mystery, since you didn’t even know that thing knew how to hold a sword) and it was quite fun.

You see, you got to camp Half-Blood when you were just seven. Since then you’ve been trained all year, since you didn’t have any other family - besides the godly side of it, duh - and Octavian was… well, Octavian. You were much better than him.

The whole problem is that Octavian likes to play dirty. So eventually he makes you trip and fall and he leaves gashes around your arms and legs. But with imperial gold it was sort of painful.

Till one of those times came again, but this time he didn’t leave a gash or a scratch. He stabbed you right in your stomach.

“Oh, gods!” He said, with fake concern. “I’m so sorry, cousin! My bad. I should go looking for your boyfriend, right? But… i didn’t see nothing. Bye!” The blond said with a devilish grin and left.

You knew you needed help. You were applying pressure to the wound, trying to use your healing powers to at least slow down the bleeding.

You tried to get up to look for help, but it was almost impossible. Even with that, you had to. ‘Oh, come on,’ you thought, ‘i’ve faced Kronos, Gaea and Annabeth mad at me. I’m not gonna die for a stupid legacy.’

And that’s exactly what made you move your body towards the via principalis, where you knew someone was gonna help you.

When you got there, the first person you saw was - thanks the gods -, Reyna. When the praetor looked at you, her face was horrified.

“y/n? What-“ She began, but you cut her off.

“I-i’ll explain later. Just… medical cabin. Please.” You begged, your words barely above a whisper.

Reyna nodded and helped you lean on her for support, as she walked you towards the medical cabin. You didn’t know the name of the boy who was currently there, but he looked as horrified as Reyna.

“Oh gods. Oh, my gods.” The boy said and you smiled, trying to fight back the urge to pass out.

“Ha, thanks. I thought it was bad.” You half joked as Reyna and the unkown boy put you on a vacant stretcher. When you were laid down, you looked up at Reyna with pleading eyes. “Bring Jason here, please?”

“Of course. I’ll go find him. The brunette said and left the medical cabin.

“Ok. uh… care to tell what happened with you?” The boy asked and you turned your gaze back to him.

“Got stabbed by imperial gold. What’s your name?” She asked, but the look in the boy’s face didn’t seemed to register the question.

“My gods… i’ll do my best to help you.” He said and grabbed a bottle of nectar, pouring it to your mouth. “Ok, i need to-“

Before he could finish, a certain blonde boy barges past the doors, looking around the medical cabin, desperately trying to find you.

When his gaze fell into you, he rushed to your side, grabbing your hand. His eyes were glossy behind his glasses and she knew he already wanted to cry.

“Y/n, what…? What happened? Are you okay? Who did this?” He asked, and she tried to laugh, but the pain was becoming unbearable. You couldn’t even talk anymore, as the only thing that came out of your mouth was a whiny breath. “It’s okay, i’m here with you, hm? I won’t leave.”

He kissed your forehead and you squeezed his hand softly just before you felt a tear fall in your cheek. That was the last thing you heard or saw before passing out.

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Jason is desperate. He’s beyond worried about you.

He knows what imperial gold does to someone. Gods, he was stabbed by imperial gold before. And if she wasn’t treated in the right way… he didn’t even want to think about it.

But other than that, he needed to know who did this. He was going to kill this person with his bare hands.

It had been two days since you blacked out and you hadn’t woken up yet. He was starting to get even more worried, but he hadn’t left your side for one second. You couldn’t even go back to Camp Half-Blood (obvi), so your closest friends and family came to visit.

Will had cried his eyes out when he saw her there. Nico had to comfort him as his pupils leaked salty water. Lester/Apollo was back from his quest with Meg, and he also came to visit his daughter. The man was very… emotional, let’s say that.

But on the third day you were finally beginning to wake up. Of course, Jason was there.

“Hey, honey… you’re back, hm?” He asked, caressing you hair as you smiled, trying to reassure him. It still hurt as hell, but it could be worse. You could be dead.

“Hey…” She mumbled, her voice a little smudgy. “How long was it out?”

“A few days. But you’re back now, that’s what matters the most.” He said as he gave you a soft kiss on the lips. It was no tongue, just affection. He was showing you he was there for you.

“I feel fine. Like, not fine, but definitely better.” She said, as she pulled away from him.

“Yeah, i imagined. But, baby, i need you to tell me something.” Jason said, still holding your hand softly.

You nodded, waiting for him to elaborate.

“Who did this to you?” He asked, and you felt him squeezing your hand tighter. His voice was also harsher, as if he was restraining himself from killing someone.

“It was… it was Octavian.” She said, in a whisper-like tone. His face hardened immediately as he got up and went to the boy that was standing at the door.

“I need you to call Reyna and Frank. Tell them it’s an emergency.” He said and the boy quickly left.

Jason rushed back to your side. “I swear i’m gonna kill that son of a bitch.” He muttered.

When you were about to answer, Reyna and Frank rushed past the door, both looking worried. Behind Frank, there were a few other people - Will, Nico, Hazel, Annabeth, Piper, Leo and Percy -, all looking worried.

“You’re alive!” Will shouted and rushed to your side, tears welling up his eyes again.

“What, you thought that a little stab was going to kill me? Please.” She scoffed and Will laughed.

“So, who did this?” Reyna asked, also going to your side and stroking your shoulder softly.

“The most stupid, idiotic, son of a bitch augur that we ever had.” Jason said through gritted teeth.

“Octavian did that? I knew he was annoying, but at this level?” Percy asked, his face contorted in a mix of anger and disbelief.

“Mhm. We were sparring but… he likes to play dirty, i guess.”

“I’m gonna murder him.” Will groaned.

“Get in line.” Jason, Percy and Nico said at the same time.

You chuckled a bit, even if it hurt. Cause you knew, with that family right there, everything was gonna be fine.

a/n pt2: so… i like it but i don’t but i do. u get that? yea. i don’t know, i think i could do better, but i kinda liked it. I was going to make octavian’s trial and all but it would be too fucking long, so i gave up. that’s it for today, sorry that it took so long!

[waitingonher]

h.o.o. characters & their icks

characters: percy jackson, annabeth chase, jason grace, piper mclean, leo valdez, frank zhang, & hazel levesque

content warning: slight cursing

word count: 853

author's note: idk if some of these are necessarily icks? but 😆

percy jackson

percy thinks he’s sooooo cool for growing up in nyc 😒😒

he’d say some new york specific lingo and would be all like “oh hah sorry, i forgot you aren’t from new york.” 

it is not that serious percy. 

somehow he always finds ways to relate things back to new york. you could be talking about a weird homeless person outside a convenience store, and he’d be like “well i’ve seen worse in new york.” 

percy lost his metrocard one time, but you guys needed to take the subway somewhere so he tried to act so nonchalant about hopping over the turnstiles. 

“oh yeah, i do it all the time. i’m basically a pro.” 

then, he went to jump over it only for his foot to get caught. he face planted onto the floor. when percy got up, he tried to act like he didn’t care, but you could see the embarrassment in his eyes. 

not his best moment! 

annabeth chase

in her own way, annabeth lowkey mansplains a lot 😭😭

she doesn’t mean to, but whenever she explains certain concepts or ideas, she comes off as super condescending. 

it could be the most niche subject ever, and she’d be peeved when you don’t know anything about it. i’m sorry i don’t know shit about a random philosopher who died hundreds of years ago 😒 

(i’d let annabeth mansplain to me any day of the year) 

jason grace

if no one orders for him, jason’s go-to are chicken tenders and fries. it’s not that he’s picky, it’s just that he’s so accustomed to ordering it, that he simply forgets he can order other things.

it’s as if his eyes just ignore everything else on the menu and only look for chicken tenders and fries. like, it’s okay to eat something other than that… 😕

when he orders at restaurants, the waiter always gives him the strangest looks. because why is a 6’0 athletic-looking teenager in here ordering chicken tenders off the kids menu. 

speaking of kids menus, jason treats the little activities on them so, so seriously. not to say that the activities aren’t fun, but he’s oddly obsessed over them. he gets genuinely upset when food or drink splatters gets on it because he likes taking them home?? jason please tell us why these little word searches and connect-the-dots matters so much to you. 

piper mclean

piper always claims that animals love her. (they do not) 

whenever she encounters wildlife, she’d start calling it over just for it to run away from her. “oh no, i think you scared it off” is her excuse 90% of the times. 

i know for a fact it wasn’t me. it was definitely you and your bad excuse for a squirrel call. 

she’s also convinced she can charmspeak animals too. last time she tried, the cat ended up smacking her across the face. 

when will piper learn 💔

leo valdez 

to all the leo lovers out there…i’m sorry to say that he’d have that little mustache after he drinks anything. he’s always rocking that milk mustache!!

after a long day of working in bunker 9, you’ll see him walking around camp with a bright red stain above his lip. you won’t even have to ask him to know that he was drinking fruit punch gatorade.

leo even gets that little stache with water?? it’s not as prevalent, but it’s definitely there. if he’s under the right lighting, you can see his top lip just glistening. 

you always have to remind him to wipe his mouth after taking a sip of anything. but it’s just as worse when he wipes his mouth because he uses the back of his hand or his sleeve…

if you go through his closet, there’s a high chance that you’ll find some of his shirts with different colored stains at the bottom of the sleeves. someone get leo some napkins please! 

frank zhang

whenever frank wears flipflops, his toes always hang over the edge of them. the worst part is that he really does not see an issue with it. he thinks it’s fine because “it’s just loungewear.” 

yes it may just be loungewear, but i promise you that no one wants to see your toes hanging out like that.

even if someone buys him a bigger size, he’d still find a way to have his toes over the edge. 

at this point, everyone just thinks that frank finds it comfortable so they don’t say anything anymore.

hazel levesque

hazel’s the type to enter those random instagram giveaways… 

she’d tag you in the comments and would text you asking you if you could follow the account and tag five people too. 

please hazel, you’re not gonna win that $300 amazon giftcard or that new laptop. give it up!! 

somehow she finds so many different giveaways?? you’re always tagged at least once a week. it’s gotten to the point where she’s entered so many giveaways, that people start recognizing her username. they feel genuine pity for her because why is @horselover1217 entering a giveaway for the third time this week.

[cryptidcasanova]

Skull Rock Reckoning

Demon!Eddie Munson x Reader

Ohmygoodness. Like, holy shit, I got the coolest Hellfire Haunts request in my asks. I had it all ready to go, was going to save it in my drafts, and then it never did save. Poof. It’s just gone, not in asks or drafts, so I am so sorry if I am losing you in the tumblr mess!

It was a request for Demon!Eddie, using prompt #1 (I’ve waited lifetimes for you.) It was so so sooooo good, I just had to write it!

Summary: Imagine if Jason Carver and his buddies tricked the reader into going up to skull rock, and instead it was really a sacrifice ploy. They were trying to sacrifice them to summon a demon (Eddie) who is less than thrilled, but it turned out to be a soulmate encounter.  

So! If this was your ask, please let me know, and I’m sorry I lost it in the mix!

Warnings: Dark!Soulmate AU, Yandere, Soft!Dark Eddie, Violence, Blood, Dubious themes.

Words: 3k

Jason Carver was the golden boy of Hawkins High, and even after he graduated, his name still carried the same authority.

Sure, you had seen him around. You remembered the way he laughed around his friends and how his eyes would linger when he thought you weren't looking when you two were in school. You knew of his popularity and affinity for the cheer squad. So yes, you knew of Jason Carver.

You just never expected to hear him call your name while you were cruising down the grocery store aisles.

The sound of it was strong, and you turned to see him walking down the aisle with a shopping basket in his hands. You stopped with a slight wave. The smile he gave you was jolting.

"Hey," He grinned. "Have you ever been up to Skull Rock?" He asked, leaning against the wall of canned food.

He had never initiated a conversation with you before, but then again, neither had you. You two ran different circles growing up.

"I can't say I have." You told him with a lazy grin, moving down the aisle to pick up a jar of peanut butter. He watched with mild fascination.

"We're throwing a little party up there for Halloween. Tomorrow night. Spooky things go on up there," Jason continued, and you walked alongside him.

You turned your head back to his, catching his stare. "You know, they say it was a place for satanic worship." He teased.

You rolled your eyes playfully.

"It sounds like a bunch of hocus-pocus."

He scoffed lightly, putting a hand over his chest.

"It's the best place to be. There are no cops, and there will be drinks and music. It'll be a lot of fun." He said. "And I wanted to see if you'll come this year." He gave you a serious look.

You had never been invited by Jason Carver to a party before.

Even when Steve used to throw parties, that was different. You knew Steve, had mutual friends with him. Jason was hardly an acquaintance.

"I don't know," You thought about it, weighing the pros and cons.

"Give it a chance," He smiled again. "Give me a chance. I can pick you up and everything."

You gave him a once over.

Jason wasn't a regular on your radar, but you did notice him. It was hard not to with his popularity and good-boy persona. And you didn't have any plans.

"Oh, what the hell," You nodded with a grin. His dashing expression was blinding. "I'll bring beer."

You should have known it was too good to be true.

Jason had his own agenda all along. You couldn't have known that it was a trap, that you were just another checkmark on his list.

You couldn't have known even when he picked you up in his truck the next day. He was a gentleman, complimenting your little black dress and bat earrings. You got all dolled up for Halloween. He even offered to help you bring your beer bottles to his truck.

For a fleeting moment, you were excited.

But as soon as you opened the truck door, his old basketball buddies jumped out. You were in too deep. You knew something was terribly wrong.

They dragged you into the backseat, covering your mouth and holding you down. The fight was laughable. There were four of them, covering your mouth with duct tape and surrounding you in the truck. They were terrible.

Your wrists and the crook of your elbows were taped. Above your knees and down by your ankles were taped. It was a little more than overkill.

And then, you were trapped between two of them in the backseat while Jason drove, one of his cronies messing with the music.

You couldn't fight off the roll of nausea in your stomach as one of them wafted something under your nose. Was it sage? Weed? It was disorienting, and you couldn't get away.

"Let's go catch us a monster, boys." Jason grinned, looking in the rearview mirror with wild eyes. "This is the year; I can feel it."

There was something deceptively charming in those eyes, something much darker than you thought Jason Carver could be capable of.

There was no Halloween party at Skull Rock.

You tried to fight against the hazy feeling in your head, even as Jason's silhouette in the front seat got blurry and you slumped against the backseat.

He was the monster.

The night was quiet when Jason and his goons finally dragged you out of the truck and into the woods. You had no clear sense of direction. You felt stoned, your legs swaying lightly as he carried you over his shoulder.

The terrain was rugged, and you could feel stray branches and pine needles hitting the back of your legs.

Your vision was blurry, even as they finally broke through the trees to a small clearing. The trees dispersed, and as you were turned around, Skull Rock was the least of your problems.

In front of Skull Rock, Jason and his friends had drawn a symbol on the floor around you. A pentagram, for fucks sake. It was surrounded by a ring of salt, and you looked at your captor like he was bat-shit insane.

“What’s the matter?” He cooed, crouching down in front of you. “We did this all for you. I said it’s gonna be a lot of fun.”

Two images of Carver swayed in front of your eyes, and you groaned out a complaint as he tugged you forward to the middle of the circle. Your knees dug into the cold ground, and you tightened your arms, trying to fight against him.

“Come on, don’t be like that.” He tormented, pulling a dark robe over his shoulders. “We can’t do it without you. There’s never been anyone in the god-forsaken town quite like you. No one is good enough. No one pure enough.”

Your stomach was in knots.

Around the outside of the circle, you could see the others lighting candles and setting down bowls of spices, crystals, and coins around the star tips of the pentagram. You thought your heart was going to beat outside of your chest.

“There’s just one more thing.” Jason tugged at your hands, and you looked at him pleadingly. “Don’t look so scared, babe. You are the prettiest sacrifice we’ve had.”

You hardly had time to notice the pocketknife he procured before it was too late. He was tugging your hands, laying them palms up into the air before slicing across your skin. Your eyes went wide in horror, and you went to scream but couldn't.

Your hands were shaking, your eyes blurry with the threat of tears.

The next thing you knew, Jason pushed down to the forest floor, straight in the middle of the circle. And as your bloodied palms touched the ground, the men began to chant.

There was a pit of anguish in your stomach.

The candles wavered, and as Jason and his goons chanted, you could have sworn that a thick fog filled the area.

You pushed yourself up to your knees. A wild wind blew through the clearing, and the smell of iron filled your lungs.

You were going to die there.

The chanting waned and wavered until the words were booming in your head. You could feel every unintelligible syllable in the crevices of your heart. It was a seizing, aching feeling. You felt like it would pull you in different directions until you realized the candles blazed with a burning hellfire. You could feel the heat against your skin.

Something was happening.

A figure slowly emerged out of the fog, sprouting from the ground in front of you. Tall and humanoid, you fought back the cry clawing up your throat. You couldn’t see anything except for the outline of two fiery eyes. It was clear to see they were angry. You needed to get out of there.

It was a man stepping out of the fog. The candlelight illuminated the shadows of his body. He was bare, save for several tattoos scattered across his skin, and his hair was a wild halo of dark locks that cascaded around his shoulders. As the figure came into view, you had to shake your head to ensure your eyes weren’t deceiving you.

He was captivating.

Glowing eyes and a rounded nose looked down at the circle, his expression void of pleasantries.

"Abaddon, mischief maker, we summon you to the land of the living,” Jason’s voice boomed across the circle.

Even behind the ridiculous cloak, you could sense Jason’s confidence wane.

He got what he wanted, didn’t he?

The man, that thing, you thought, tilted his head to the side with a scowl. You almost thought you saw sharp canines poking into his bottom lip.

“We summon you with the blood of the innocent. That's what we brought you.” Jason called out with a snicker. “Hell, she might even be a virgin.”

Your head snapped from the figure to the cloaks, bile souring your tongue. You resented them, all of them.

The figure stepped forward, the dark fog swirling around his feet.

"You will do our bidding," Jason spoke bravely now. "We've called upon you, and you will obey my wishes-" But Jason's words faded as the creature reached its full height.

"No."

The lone syllable made your hair stand on end. You looked up at the man, what you so desperately tried to make out as a man, but it was fruitless. His movements were too smooth, calculated like a predator.

The heated embers of his eyes were harrowing, annoyance dancing across his features. Two short horns were poking out from under the mess of curls.

The creature stalked forward in the circle, and Jason took a step back, but you couldn't move. You couldn't breathe.

"I was not summoned here for you. I don’t serve you."

His expression shifted as he towered over you. The beast of a man crouched down to your eye level. It took everything in you not to scream or lash out. But you were terrified.

He was deceptively handsome, and the shadows of his face were illuminated in the candlelight.

His eyes, blazing with hellfire, changed, just for a moment. If you blinked, you would have missed it, but you could have sworn those dark eyes were brown. That they were almost human. But it was gone in a flash. The weight of the situation you were in was harrowing.

"You're not supposed to be here."

The low rumble of his words was unexpected, and you looked up at him in shock. His words were gentle, his tone leveled.

His eyes narrowed, burning with something angry as he looked down at your palms. You were clutching them both to your chest. The dark cloth of your dress and exposed skin bloomed red.

You were trembling.

He reached out slowly, tugging your hands away from your body before looking at the slashes welling with blood. You were too frightened to move as his eyes swept back to yours.

"They hurt you."

With his other hand, s sharp claw cut the bindings on your arms and legs. It was like he was cutting through butter instead of layers of tape. You watched in amazement as he pulled the tape back from your lips. The shuddering breath you took didn’t deter him.

The man's focus returned to your bloody palms, cupping his hands under yours like a bowl. His hands were warm, his touch slowly dissolving the tension in your shoulders.

"They tricked me," You whispered blindly.

Your focus shifted, fixated on the feeling of his warm hands in yours. Hot, angry tears rolled down your cheeks. You watched as your blood bled between your fingers onto his and down to the ground. A low sound at the back of the creature’s throat pulled your eyes back to his.

It was frustrating. If you thought about it for a moment longer, you would have realized the sound of it was needy, longing even.

“What the hell is going on?” You heard Jason curse from outside the circle, making you wince.

The creature looked at you, his eyes narrowing.

"Oh, sweetheart," His voice was tender, apologetic. Clawed fingers trailed up and over the side of your face. His eyes danced across yours.

You could have sworn you were in a trance.

For a moment, the pentagram and the men outside the circle disappeared. You let all thoughts fade away, looking at the man in front of you. And you just looked at him, scanning the curve of his eyebrows down to the cupid's bow of his lips. He was so stunningly familiar. God, he was beautiful.

"Close your eyes." He instructed, and at your hesitance, he leaned in. His clawed hand cradled your chin, and you watched his eyes soften for the second time, umber pools staring back at you. He smelled of earth and iron. “I will not forsake you.”

His tone was your undoing.

With another long moment of looking at him, you followed his instructions and closed your eyes. He hummed in approval as you felt his touch fall away.

There was a sudden crack, like lightning, in the air. You could smell metal, the heat of it fanning your face. But you kept your eyes closed.

You were steadfast even when the sound of shocked screams and pleas came from Jason and his band of goons. And then there was a thunderous noise of thousands of wings flapping around. A low-clicking noise surrounded you. Bats were swarming the skies. The sounds of carnage tore at your senses. Your lip quivered before you could control yourself.

And all too soon, it was quiet.

Fear gripped your heart, and you were compelled to call out.

“Ad – Abm –” You started but stumbled. You didn’t remember his name. There was a gentle sound of footsteps crunching on leaves before you heard him come back to you.

“I’m right here,” His voice was darker but still controlled. “Don’t call me that name, angel.”

You opened your eyes at the endearment. What was staring back at you was almost human.

You were right. His eyes were brown with the slightest glow, and Jason was gone as you looked around the circle. They were all gone. And his attention was solely on you.

“Your blood,” He urged, pulling your attention back to your hands. “Sweetheart, we need to stop the bleeding.”

You nodded blindly. God, when did your hands start shaking?

He took your left hand and turned it over, dragging his thumb along the incision.

The wound closed before your eyes, leaving behind a raised, thin scar. You let out a breath of relief. Rivulets of your blood stained his hands, but he didn’t care.

The man hesitated when he dropped your hand and moved to the other. You looked up at him carefully.

“You called for me,” His words were heavy, and the air around you was charged with electricity. When you looked up at him, his face was set with the hint of a smile. "I've waited lifetimes for you."

Your heart was hammering in your chest.

You tried to stutter out an apology, that it was all a big mistake, but the shake of his head silenced you. His intentions were set.

"You bled for me," He raised his other hand and sliced into his own palm with a clawed index finger. "And I will bleed for you.”

Thick, dark ichor pooled against his skin. It wasn't natural. You closed your fist instinctively.  

"But, why?" You dared to ask. "Why would you do that?"

The look he gave you turned into a boyish grin.

"Because you called for me. I'm bound to you," His eyes were tormenting. "You didn't think I'd go away so easily, did you? If you don't like the sun, I'll make it rain for you. I'll fix all your broken things. I'll keep you nice and close. I'll keep you safe. Don't send me away, angel."

The lilt of his voice was hypnotic.

You weren't sure you could turn him away. You didn't know if you even wanted to. He saved you.

As you listened, your heart ached. You wanted that. You wanted to believe him.

"I'm already bound." He tried again, inching closer.

His plea was so soft, so tender. At the call of your name, your breath hitched, looking up at those big brown eyes. He was looking down at you expectantly.

"Take my hand. Don't make me beg."

He was down on his knees in front of you, his face shrouded in shadows and candlelight. He wasn't the monster you thought him to be.

"Who are you?" You asked in a whisper.

You pushed yourself up to your knees, meeting his eye level.

"Just call me Eddie, sweetheart." He grinned, holding his palm up to you. "Please, take my hand. And I'll explain everything."

You weren't sure if it was the compelling look in his eyes or the softness of his words, but how could you say no?

He saved you. Eddie saved you from the monsters in the woods.

You took his hand without looking away from his eyes, feeling the heat and strength in his hold. You swore you could feel the inky ichor as it mixed with your blood into the cut.

And the way Eddie's eyes lit up? It was like you had hung all the stars in the sky.

But it was too much. The heat in your veins was all-encompassing. You could feel the nerves in your body going haywire.

Eddie’s toothy grin was the last thing you saw before your eyes fluttered shut. He pulled you close before you could fall, sinking into his embrace.

There was a new excitement in his eyes. The candlelight flickered, more intense than it had ever been before.

He was already bound to you. But what he didn't tell you was that you were willingly binding yourself to him. Eddie wasn't worried; he'd have forever to find a way to tell you.

Back to Hellfire Haunts.

[deltaharrington]

“Cheat…”

Jason Dilaurentis x Taken!Reader

Warnings: oral (female receiving), much like my “you belong to me” outer banks fic, cussing, 18+

Summary: The reader is seeing someone when Jason Dilaurentis comes back to town. A relationship blossoms…one where they’re more than friends.

“Did you miss me?”

At the sound of a familiar voice you turned, meeting the eyes of none other than Jason Dilaurentis.

“Jason? You’re back!” You said and moved to hug him, his familiar scent filling your nostrils.

“Why did you come back here?” You asked and he looked a bit hurt by this, but he brushed it off.

“I want to be happy” He said “And I want that here”

You nodded your head, looking back towards Spencers house. That’s where you were going, until you saw Jason.

“Do you want to talk? Inside?” He asked and you gave him a guilty smile.

“I would but I’m here to see Spencer and the rest of the girls” You said “Maybe tomorrow? I can bring us lunch?” You suggested and Jason smiled, nodding.

“Call me later, okay?” He said and handed you a slip of paper “Here’s my new number” He said and smiled before hugging her one last time.

——

When you got inside Spencer’s house, the girls were looking at you with concern.

“Jason? Are you always attracted to dangerous people?” Hanna said and you laughed.

“Me and Jason are just friends! Plus I’m already dating Matthew!” You said, bringing up your childhood friend, now boyfriend.

“Hey! That relationship is fresh! Jason could ruin it” Spencer said and you gasped.

“I will not let Jason ruin it! He’s just a friend”

“Friends don’t stare at each others abs” Hanna remarked and your face flushed.

“How could I not- he was shirtless…”

“See! I knew it! He’s dangerous Y/n, please be careful” Spencer said and you nodded.

“I will be…he’s just a friend”

—

Jason’s lips roughly crashed onto yours, pressing you up against the wall in his doorway.

You let out a gasp as he trailed his kisses down your neck, leaving a few marks behind in the process.

“Jason-“

“You can’t stop thinking about me, can you?” He whispered in your ear.

—

You woke up with a gasp, hearing your phone alarm ringing in your ear.

“I just had a dream about Jason…” You trailed off, looking to your side to see your sleeping boyfriend.

You sighed and got up. You had to go to Jason’s for lunch today.

You got dressed, picking out a sundress, wearing your hair down.

You sent him a quick text to ask him what he wanted from The Grill and when he replied, you left your boyfriends house.

—

When you got to Jason’s, you knocked on the door.

He answered almost immediately. He was wearing a really tight shirt and some jeans.

You look so hot. You thought to yourself.

“Oh- thanks” He said and your face flushed in embarrassment.

“I said that out loud?” You said “I’m so sorry-“

“No, no it’s okay” He said and gently pulled you inside. “I like when you compliment me” He said and took the bag of food from you.

Your face was still flushed and you could imagine the shit eating grin on his face as he walked away.

Once you made it to the table Jason came out of the kitchen with nothing in his hands.

“Where’s the food?” You asked and he smirked a bit.

“I was thinking…” He started and moved towards you, his eyes roaming over your body. “I think I want dessert first” He said and wrapped his arms around your waist, hoisting you up onto the table.

He pressed his lips against yours and you couldn’t help but moan into him, causing him to smirk.

“Jason I…”

“You have a boyfriend, I know” He said “But I can make you feel better than he can” He said and laid you down on the table, lifting the bottom of your dress up so he could disappear underneath.

You gasped as you felt his breath against your panties, your legs automatically closing a bit.

He wrapped his biceps around your thighs and he held your legs open.

You couldn’t believe this was happening.

He removed your panties and gently licked a stripe along your folds. Your body jerked upwards and you let out a whimper.

“Jason- please” You begged and he chuckled moving your dress up so you could see him.

“As you wish” He said and began eating you out.

Your head fell back as moans left your throat, unable to contain them.

Jason flicked his tongue against your clit and he sucked on it a bit, placing his attention there.

“Fuck! Jason…” You gasped and bit your lip.

You ran your fingers through his hair and tugged, earning a groan from him.

“Please please…Jason I’m close!” You said and he smirked, humming.

It didn’t take long for you to cum, Jason didn’t want to make you wait longer than you needed to.

He helped you ride out your high, holding your twitching legs as you came down.

Your face was flushed and you looked fucked out. He smirked.

“I knew you were into me” He said and your face flushed.

“What would your boyfriend say about this?” He said and you looked up at him.

“I won’t tell if you won’t” You said and he smirked.

“Let’s eat lunch” He said and walked back into the kitchen, leaving you a blushing mess.

[quicksilversg1rl]

And They Were Roommates

Alex (Adult World) x Fem Reader

Warnings: Alex being the absolute perfect boy ever, oral (male receiving), a lot of titty worship, intercourse and I think that's all, let me know if I missed anything! 

You and Alex weren’t originally supposed to be rooming together; the plan was that you and your best friend Amy would rent an apartment or house together all throughout college and even after. Well clearly you hadn’t stuck to the plan. 

“Wait what? So, we’re not going to be living together anymore? What about our plan?” You asked as you looked towards your friend. Truth be told you were pissed; you and Amy had planned this since the two of you became friends, which was at the beginning of high school and now everything had to change because she wanted to move in with her boyfriend. 

“I’m so sorry please don’t be mad at me, it’s just Brian really wants me to move in with him and his mom even likes the idea and I really wanna get in her good books, she even offered to take me furniture shopping!”

“I’m not mad Amy, I’m glad you’re happy with Brian it’s just I have no idea how I’m going to pay for the house myself.” 

“Ohhh no need to worry, the day Brian asked me to move in with him I already went looking for a new roommate for you, you remember Alex, my manager from when I used to work at Adult World?”

You remembered Alex yeah; you had dropped Amy off at work one time and she introduced you to him. 

“So, turns out he’s looking for a place to stay and he’s a nice guy and I trust him to not like murder you or something so, he’s going to be your new roomie!”

You were stunned, Amy really had it all figured out. 

Fast forward to now, you and Alex were doing your monthly shopping; when the two of you first moved in together things were a little awkward considering you didn’t know each other that well but soon the awkwardness was gone and the two of you became really close. 

The two of you were nearing the till when you remembered you had forgotten something. 

“Oh shit I forgot I needed tampons I’m gonna get some real quick.”

Alex just nodded his head towards you as you made your way to the aisle. As you were making your way back, you accidentally knocked into someone. 

“Oh my God I’m so sorry.” You said towards the guy you bumped into as you reached to pick up the few things that had fallen to the floor. 

“No worries.” he said, handing you your pack of tampons. You were about to leave when he stepped in front of you.

“Sorry if this is a little forward but you’re really beautiful and I’d like to know if I could get your number perhaps?” 

You blushed at his words; he was good looking, and no one had shown any romantic interest in you in quite a while, so you gave it to him. 

Once you got back to Alex, he was unpacking the cart.

“Hey what took you so long?” 

“This really hot guy asked for my number!” You said while putting the pack of tampons on the conveyer belt. 

The two of you split the pay and made your way to Alex’s car. 

Once you got home, the two of you went about your normal evening festivities. You both packed the groceries away, made food together and went to sit on the couch and watch your favourite show together, Criminal Minds. 

While the two of you were eating your phone vibrated and you realized the guy from the supermarket, Jason sent you a message. You clicked on the notification and read the message; he was asking you out on a date. You quickly replied to the message and finalized the plans with him before dropping your phone and looking at Alex. 

He immediately noticed your face had lit up and waited for you to speak. 

“Cute dude from the supermarket asked me out on a date! I’m going out on a date Alex oh my God!”

Alex’s face fell at your revelation, but he quickly plastered a smile back onto his face.  

“Oh my God really? When?”

“Tomorrow! I’m gonna meet him at this fancy restaurant he suggested, we’re meeting at 8pm.” You said with a huge smile on your face. You were really excited about this date; you hadn’t been on a date since the last one you had with your ex-girlfriend, which was in high school. 

The night went on as normal and soon morning came. 

The next day went pretty quickly and next thing you know you were busy getting ready for your date. It was a Saturday night so Alex was working late at the store, considering he was the manager. 

You quickly sent him a text letting him know that you were about to get in an uber and go to the restaurant you were going to meet Jason at. 

You got into the uber and as you sat down you felt your phone vibrate, you looked down and saw it was a message from Alex. 

‘Okay let me know when you get there and stay safe (in more ways than one😉)’

You let out a little laugh at his message and quickly liked it. 

When you looked up again you had reached the restaurant, you payed your uber and sent a message to Alex letting him know that you made it there safely. 

You went inside the restaurant and gave Jason’s name to the hostess, seeing as he said that he made the reservation under his name. She led you to your table and you sat down waiting for your date to come. 

A few minutes had passed, and Jason still hadn’t come, you checked your phone countless times to see if he had sent you a message perhaps but there were none. 

The next time you looked at your phone it was almost 9pm and he still hadn't shown up, a waitress had made her way to your table at least four times asking if you were ready to order and each time you told her that you’d rather wait for your date; well, it seems he wasn’t going to show. 

You angrily reached for your things and made your way to the restaurants exit. As you were walking you felt a few tears stain your cheeks but quickly rubbed them away as you lifted your phone towards your ear. 

“Hey Alex, uhm sorry to bother you right now but could you please come pick me up?” You said trying not to choke on a few of your tears.

“Hey are you okay? What happened with your date? Did he do something-”

“No Alex he didn’t do anything, he didn’t even fucking show up hah! But could you please come get me I really don’t wanna take an uber right now.”

“Of course, just hold tight.” 

You thanked him and you ended the call waiting for him to arrive. As soon as you saw his car you went up to him and before you could get in, he got out of his car and wrapped his arms around you. 

“I’m really sorry Y/n.” he said before pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You just hugged him tighter and melted into his chest. 

Once the two of you were in the car, Alex’s hand never left your thigh, always giving you reassuring touches every now and then. 

The two of you quickly made it home and you both plopped down onto the couch. He looked toward you with sorry eyes and opened up his arms. You immediately went towards him and layed your head down onto his chest. 

“Look Y/n any guy would be lucky to have you, you’re beautiful, smart, really funny and overall, just an amazing person and only an incel like Jason would stand someone as amazing as you up.” 

Your cheeks grew warm at Alex’s words, and you looked up towards him from your place on his chest. You hadn’t realized just how beautiful Alex really was, sure you knew he was attractive, but you never really took the time to actually look at him; you hadn’t realized how dark his eyes really were, how sharp his jawline was, how deep his dimples got when he smiled and how beautiful his brown hair was. 

“You’re very pretty Alex.” You said reaching up to stroke his cheek. Before you could say more, he pressed his lips to yours in a loving kiss, swiping his tongue across your bottom lip asking for entry. You allowed him to deepen the kiss and as his tongue explored your mouth, you moved on top of him, straddling his waist. 

You moved your kisses down his jaw and along his neck, leaving bruises in your wake. You tugged on his shirt signaling for him to take it off and he did. Once his shirt was off you moved your kisses down his chest and inched closer to where he needed you. You moved to pull down his sweats, looking up at him for permission. 

“You don’t have to.” He said has his hand went down to cup the side of your face. 

“I want to.” You said as you lowered his sweats and boxers and placed kisses along his v-line before grabbing ahold of his hard cock. You placed a kiss to his tip, and he let out an almost inaudible whimper at the action. You stroked him a few times before placing his entire length inside your mouth, wrapping your hands around what couldn’t fit. 

You started sucking him off, taking him in and out of your mouth, tapping his tip on your tongue. Alex was throwing his head against the arm of the couch moaning your name left right and center. You focused back onto his tip sucking the life out of him. You moved one of your hands to his balls, massaging them as you sucked harder. You reached your other hand up, rubbing up and down on his chest. 

“Oh fuck, I’m-I’m gonna cum Y/n please, please don’t stop it feels so fucking good.” You looked up at him through your eyelashes and once his eyes met yours, he lost it. His load shot into your mouth, and you sucked him even harder, milking him for everything he had to give you. Once you swallowed it all you moved up towards his mouth as he eagerly placed his lips on yours, tasting himself on your tongue and moaning at the action. 

“I want you so bad.” He said between kisses. 

“You have me baby.” You said before placing another loving kiss to his lips. You quickly moved to take your shirt off and loosen your bra, letting it fall to the carpeted floor of your and Alex’s shared living room. Once his eyes caught sight of your bare breasts, he immediately attached his lips to one of your nipples, moving his hand to grab onto the other once, twisting your nipple between his thumb and index finger. You threw your head back at the pleasure as you started grinding against his dick. 

You quickly removed your underwear and grabbed ahold of his dick, running it along your folds and up to your clit, the action making both of you twitch in place. You slowly placed him at your entrance, sinking down onto him. Once his entire length was inside of you, you immediately started rocking your hips back and forth. 

Alex placed his hands on your hips and started thrusting up into you. He kept nudging your g-spot, making you bounce on his cock meeting his thrusts, desperate for your release. As you were bouncing Alex couldn’t take his eyes off of your tits as they bounced with each movement of your hips. 

“Alex I’m so close.” You said as you let out an almost pornographic moan. 

“Me too baby, I don’t think I’m going to last long.” 

You moved your lips to his neck, your bounces becoming sloppier as you neared your release. Once you felt Alex’s hand reach down and rub slow but hard circles onto your clit, you lost it. You moved your mouth towards Alex’s as you came, struggling to kiss back. As soon as Alex felt your cunt clenching around his dick, he was spilling his seed into you. You swallowed his moans as you kissed him, slowly still grinding into him to ease you through your high. 

Once you both were done you collapsed onto his bare chest, nuzzling your face into his neck. You placed a kiss at the soft skin, running your lips over the marks you left there earlier. 

You swiftly lifted yourself up to look at Alex, a huge smile planted on his lips, show casing his adorable dimples. You placed a kiss onto his lips and felt him smile into the kiss.

“I like you Alex, a lot.”

“I like you too Y/n, a lot.” he said as the two of you erupted into a fit of giggles. He slowly eased you off of him and grabbed your hand, leading you towards the bathroom. As you were peeing, Alex was running a bath and once you were done, he made his way over to you and picked you up and placed you into the warm, bubble filled bath. Once you were settled, he got in behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, placing his head in the crook of your neck as you melted into his chest. 

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@soaringcloud​ @yes-divine-ruler​

 I hope you all enjoyed this ;)

[harrywavycurly]

Idk why I feel like one night reader would stop what she’s doing and go all “hold my beer” if she saw Jason on the streets after she finds out how mean he was to Eddie🥺

Hiii lovey!! This made me laugh because instead of “hold my beer” it’s 100% “hold my cheese fries” and really in her mind no one can be mean to Eddie besides her and for her it’s different 😂 but here I’ll give you a little convo of Eddie TRYING to stop her from doing anything reckless while pregnant😂💖

-find all things One Night Stand Eddie here✨

*You just need Eddie to hold your stuff really quick*

“Are you sure walking and eating is a good idea? You’re a little…messy when your eating your third order of cheese fries for the week.” “Are you sure you talking to me while I’m in my happy zone is a good idea? You’re a little annoying when I’m eating.” “Got it…no more talking while you’re eating….oh shit…let’s uh go this way and we can walk through the park…” “what? I don’t want to go to the park…who is that?” “It’s Jason and I’m not in the mood for him today so please can we-” “hold my fries….hey asshole!” “What the fuck are you-” “yes douchebag I’m talking to you…your name Jason?” “How the fuck are you walking so fast? Stop okay you’re-” “i am well aware I’m pregnant Edward I don’t need you to remind me….this will only take a moment.” “Jesus Christ…” “why is the freak’s baby momma talking to me?” “Listen up Mr. I peaked in high school…talk about the father of my child one more time and you’re going to have a problem…and the problem is me because guess what? I only have like four more months until I can properly kick your ass.” “Kick my ass?…you gonna let her handle your problems Munson? What a wimp.” “He’s not the one talking to you right now…I am so look at me and get this through that thick fucking skull of yours okay?….fuck with him again and you’ll regret it because he may be a freak…but I’m a fucking crazy bitch…now get out of my way I’m trying to get my steps in…fries please.” “Uh…here you go…” “thanks…what are you standing there for? Didn’t I tell you to get out of the way?” “Fuck yeah…sorry.” “Did Jason Carver just say sorry…to you?” “Damn it…my fries are cold now.”

[samgirl98]

Mending a Family 24/?

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I'm not too proud of this chapter. It feels a bit disjointed, but I needed certain things to happen to progress the story a bit. Sorry if it's not my usual standard of writing. Let me know what you think

Dick was with his siblings. They were playing with Mar’i. Soon, she would start school, and he was terrified of letting her go alone.

She was his baby; she was too young.

Tim came up to him, holding a cup of coffee. Dick frowned at his younger brother. Tim had the audacity to smirk and take a sip. His bags were prominent. The brothers stood next to each other in silence for a while. Dick watched as his little girl floated in the air and her aunts and uncles chased her.

“I found some footage of Jason close to the Canadian border.”

Dick straightened. He knew his younger brother was alive thanks to the present he had sent Alfred.

“He had a kid with him.”

Dick turned toward Tim, surprised.

“What,” he asked.

“Yeah, the kid was four or five, maybe six, but I doubt it. Barbara and I found the footage a while ago, but I didn’t know how to bring it up. I haven’t found any more traces of them, but I think Jason crossed the border.”

Dick turned to Mar’i. Did she have a cousin?

Why was he feeling betrayed when he had kept Mar’i away from Jason?

“Give me a moment,” Dick said, walking away from Tim. He took out a phone and called Roy. He was surprised the man had picked up.

“What do you want, Grayson?”

“Does Jason have a kid,” he asked without preamble. He wanted to catch the other man off guard. A surprised person was most likely to tell the truth.

“I have no idea what you mean, Grayson.”

“Listen, if Jason has a kid with him, we deserve to know.”

“You don’t deserve to know shit about Jason. You guys abandoned him. How about you leave the man alone, and you and your whole family get therapy? I hear Dinah has some openings.”

Roy hung up, and Dick still hadn’t gotten his answer. How was Bruce going to take this? Should they even tell him without more evidence? What if Jason had a kid and left because he didn’t want the family around his child?

Mar’i’s laughter seemed to haunt him.

____

Danny pouted as Jason took pictures of him. He looked so cute with his little backbag.

“Daddy, are you done yet,” Danny whined.

“Almost, kiddo, just one more picture, please?”

It wasn’t fair for daddies to have puppy eyes.

It was Danny’s first day at school, and his dad was going overboard with the first-day pictures. Jazz couldn’t help but smile.

“We’re gonna be late,” Danny said. He didn’t care about being on time but wanted the torture to stop.

His dad had enrolled him in a school for gifted children. He would be taught in French and English. Danny knew he would hate it. Well, he would only have to deal with it for one semester, and then he could bow out of preschool.

Daddy drove him to school.

He suddenly felt nervous when he saw the building and all the kids entering.

“It’ll be fine, chum,” Jason told his son. He felt his little boy’s anxiety. “Do you want me to walk you to your classroom?”

Danny nodded. He took his daddy’s hand, and they walked into the building. Jason introduced himself to the teacher. She seemed nice.

“Okay, kiddo, you’re gonna be brave, right?”

Danny nodded. He had never been away from his dad. What if something bad happened?

“It’ll be fine, darling boy.”

His dad hugged him, “Now, go and have fun.”

Danny let go of his dad. He looked back one last time before entering the classroom. It was colorful. The five-year-old in him liked all the colors and toys. The sixteen-year-old in him cringed away from the noise. It was tough being two ages at once.

Danny sat by a girl with glasses and blonde hair.

“Bonjour, je m’appelle Sarah. Comment t’appelles-tu?”

“Sorry, I don’t speak French,” Danny said.

“Hi, I’m Sarah. What’s your name?”

“Danny,” he said. The girl smiled at him, showing that she had missing teeth. Oh, Ancients, were his teeth going to start falling out soon?

“Nice to meet you, Danny.”

Danny took a deep breath. If he would be here for the next few months, he might as well make a friend so he wouldn’t be lonely.

Danny smiled at the girl, “Nice to meet you, too.”

“Okay, class, let’s get to know each other,” the teacher suddenly said.

Danny sighed; it was going to be a long day.

____

Jason sighed.

It was going to be a long day. He didn’t know how dependent he had gotten on taking care of Danny.

Now that his little boy was gone, he didn’t know what to do with himself. He went back home and spent the day with Ellie.

He kept the phone close in case the school called.

He never imagined how long the day would be without Danny around. Is this what every parent had to deal with when their child went to school?

He knew school was good for Danny. It would help entertain him, and it would be easier to make friends. But, God, he was missing his little boy!

Ellie giggled at him as she threw her baby food on his face.

“Now, Ellie, we don’t waste food.”

The little girl gave a toothy grin. Jason couldn’t help but smile back.

“Maybe you should go out on a walk,” Jazz came and said suddenly.

“What, why?” He got another spoonful of baby food, and Ellie gladly bit into it. Her little teeth left marks on the spoon.

“You need to learn to deal with Danny being away. Maybe find a hobby to do. You’re not going to feel better staying indoors.”

“I’m fine,” Jason said. Ellie had finished her food.

Jazz rolled her eyes and took Ellie with her. Great, now what should he do?

He went outside and sat on the porch. Suddenly, the phone rang.

Jason picked it up before the second ring sounded.

“Hello,” he said, feeling scared. What if something had happened to Danny?

“Hey, Jay, it’s me.”

Jason felt himself relax at Roy’s voice.

“Hey, Roy, how you been?”

“Good, good,” Roy’s voice trailed off.

“Is something wrong? Is Lian okay?”

“Yeah, Lian is good. How are the kids?”

“Great, Danny started his first day of school today.”

“Oh, ouch, I remember Lian’s first day in preschool. It was tough.”

“I have a feeling you called for something,” Jason said after a moment of silence.

“Dick called me earlier,” Jason tensed again, “He asked me if you had a kid. I didn’t tell him anything.”

Jason sucked in a breath. Dick knew, which meant that Bruce would know soon. Would he have to move again? He didn’t want to lose his son!

Jazz came out with Ellie in her arms, frowning, “What’s wrong?”

“Do they know where I’m at?”

“From what I can tell, no. Look, I don’t think you should worry, but I had to tell you they knew about Danny.”

“Yeah, thanks, Roy. You’re a real one.”

“Take care, Jay. I’ll keep my ears to the ground.”

“What’s wrong,” Jazz asked. She sat by Jason; even Ellie looked concerned.

“My old family knows about Danny. What if they come and take him away from me?”

Jazz put her hand on Jason’s, “Hey, look at me. Neither Danny nor I will allow anyone to break up this little family. Besides, Raven has shielded us with spells; they won’t find us. And if they do, we’ll kick their butts.”

“Thanks, Jazz.”

They sat in silence, each contemplating the future.

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[cicimunson]

There's 2 Chubbies In This Story and One is Eddie's D-

Summary: Firstly, I couldn’t come up with a good name for this fic. Secondly, as a chubby person, this fic is not intended to offend or upset anyone. I just wanted to write a Eddie Munson x Plus Size Fem! Reader story.

Characters/Pairings: Said above

Warnings: Shameless smut, face-riding, oral sex, round two, reader is insecure about her size. Oh, and drug use, but just weed.

Word Count: 4.1k+

“It’s two in the fucking morning, what the hell do you- oh, it’s you.” Eddie flings open the door to his trailer. “What’s up?”

You breeze past him. “I need to be high, like right now.”

“Shit, okay. Lemme roll us one.” He chuckles. “You came all the way here at two a.m. for a joint?”

“I came all the way here because Jason is an asshole and I need to get high to calm down. I’m out of bud at my place.”

Eddie touches your shoulder. “Hey, what happened?”

You turn to look at him and his eyes widen when he sees your tear-stained face. “Y/N, what did that fucker do? Did he hurt you?”

You sigh. “Yes, but not in the way you’re thinking. I really don’t want to go into details.”

“You better, cause I’m thinking the absolute worst right now. Do I need to kick his ass? Kill him?” He wipes a tear away from your cheek with his thumb.

“Eddie, it’s fine. Let’s smoke, please.”

He doesn’t seem convinced but does as you ask, patting the couch cushion beside him as he sits. He expertly rolls a joint, lights it up and takes a long hit, passing it to you.

“I’ve told you for months that guy is a dick. I’m sorry he upset you.”

You flop down beside him, take a drag, and close your eyes. “I know. I should have listened to you. I never should have gone to his party tonight.”

“Y/N…I know you don’t want to talk about it, but did he, you know, take things too far or something?”

You take another puff and pass the joint back to him. “No, he didn’t. He didn’t touch me. In fact, he did the opposite. He basically declared that I’m untouchable.”

Eddie squints at you. “Huh?”

You laugh bitterly. “He said I’m a sweet girl but I’m not his type. If I lost some weight he would consider dating me, but only if I really committed to dropping some pounds.”

He looks shocked. “Is he a fucking idiot? Your body is banging. I mean, damn, he’s gotta be blind or stupid. You’re smoking hot.”

Your mouth drops open. “What?" 

Did I hear him right or is this some powerful ass weed?

Eddie chuckles at your expression and takes another hit, blowing the smoke in your face.

"I said you’re hot. Don’t act like you don’t know.”

Is he being serious?

“Eddie. Look at me. I’m fat.”

“Fat doesn’t mean ugly, Y/N. I am looking at you. You’ve got gorgeous eyes, sexy lips, great tits. Don’t even get me started on your ass.”

He passes the joint back to you.

“Not to mention, you’re cool as shit. You got good taste in music, you’re funny, you’re smart. Jason is a moron. Or gay. Probably gay.”

You raise an eyebrow at him.

“Not that there’s anything wrong with that. I’m just saying, he’s got something going on if he’s turning you down. He’d be lucky to have you hold his hand, much less anything else. Hit the joint or pass it girl, you’re letting it burn down.”

You glance down. “Shit.“ You take another hit. "You get last.”

“Split it?”

You nod.

He tugs your hand up to his mouth and takes the last draw, then leans forward and blows the smoke into your open mouth. “I didn’t burn your fingers, did I?”

You inhale and blow out. “Nah. You saving the roach?”

“Always.”

You toss it into the ashtray on the coffee table.

I’m probably gonna regret pressing the issue but-

“You really think I’m hot?” You blurt.

He drops his head to the back on the couch and stares at you. “I do.”

“Why haven’t you said anything before?”

He laughs. “Shit girl, I thought you knew. I’m always staring at you, always asking you to come light one up with me. I figured you just weren’t feeling me the same way I’m feeling you.”

“I hadn’t really thought about it. But you’re cute as hell, Ed.”

“You don’t have to lie to me babe, I know I’m not even on your radar. It’s cool. I figured I wasn’t your type when you started talking to Jason.” He shrugs his shoulders. “No big deal.”

“I don’t have a specific type Eddie, and you’re wrong if you think you’re not on my radar. I’m definitely into you.”

“You just said you hadn’t thought about it.”

“Well, now I have.”

“Maybe you’re just high.”

“Maybe I’m just horny.”

I did not just say that out loud.

He looks surprised. “Don’t play with me. I swear I’m going to kiss you if you’re being serious.”

You giggle. “No you’re not, you’re chicken.”

He giggles also, the weed clearly taking effect. “Am not. I’m going to kiss you, as soon as you say yes.”

“Fine, yes. Kiss me.” You roll your eyes.

“I don’t think you really want me to.” He crosses his arms.

“Oh my God Eddie, I’m going home.” You slug his shoulder and rise to your feet, heading for the door. “Thanks for the weed.”

You let out a little yelp when Eddie suddenly snags your arm, jerks you back around, and pins your body between his and the door. The atmosphere shifts from two high friends goofing around to something a bit darker. Erotic, even.

He rolls his hips into you and you feel his erection against your belly.

“Oh shit.” You gasp out loud, your hands landing on his shoulders.

“Oh shit is right. I want you. No more games.”

“I thought…I thought you were just trying to make me feel better.”

“I do wanna make you feel better.” His hands cup your face. “Cause you make me feel fucking amazing.”

He closes the distance between the two of you and presses a soft kiss to your lips. One peck, then two, then a slow, sweet, continuous kiss that leaves you breathless.

When he pulls away you smile at him, reaching up to play with his hair. “That was nice, Munson. You’re a good kisser.”

“I’m good at a lot of things.”

“Oh, is that so?”

“Care to find out?”

Oh, absolutely.

You gently tug his hair to pull his face down to yours. When you trace his bottom lip with your tongue, he shivers and opens his mouth. The kiss starts off sweet and slow like before, but after a few minutes pass, your tongues are tangled together and you’re tugging at each other’s clothes, moving down the hall to his room.

When Eddie breaks the kiss and pulls your shirt over your head your first instinct is to cover your stomach. He slaps your hands away before unfastening your bra and planting a sloppy kiss in the middle of your chest. The only light in the room is coming from the hall where Eddie didn’t close the door, but you still flinch at the thought of him seeing your stretch marks.

“God, these tits. I’ve dreamed of these fucking tits.”

“Eddie…”

He drops to his knees and unbuttons your jeans, kissing your belly. You let him slide them down and he buries his face into your panties, his tongue flicking out.

“I just know you’re gonna taste amazing.”

You grip his shoulders as he licks you through the fabric.

God, that feels amazing.

His eyes meet yours and you watch as he slips your panties off your hips and down to your feet. He slides a single finger down your slit, easing it inside you.

“Oh shit.”

His mouth returns to your pussy, licking broad stripes. You let your head fall back as you let out a low moan. Eddie grabs your left leg and loops it over his shoulder. You brace against the wall and lace your fingers through his hair.

“Eddie, fuck, Eddie…”

He mumbles something against your clit.

“What did…what did you say?” You pant.

He pulls back and stands up. “Not good enough. Come here.”

He takes your hand and lays back on the bed. “Straddle my face.”

Oh God he’s got to be kidding.

“Um, that’s not a good idea.”

“Why not?” He props himself up on his elbows to look at you. “I thought you liked what I was doing. You certainly moaned my name enough.”

“I-fuck, yes, I liked it, but Eddie, come on. There is no way I’m straddling your face. I’ll suffocate you.”

He frowns. “I’m a grown ass man, Y/N. I’ll find a way to breathe. Now, come here.” He holds out a hand to you.

“I don’t think I can do it. I’m scared I’ll hurt you.”

He shakes his head. “You won’t. But I don’t want you to do anything that makes you uncomfortable.” He tries and fails to keep the disappointment out of his voice.

Fuck. I guess I’m doing this.

“If you need to stop-”

His eyes light up. “I’ll let you know.” He looks almost gleeful.

You place a knee by the side of his head and swing yourself over him. As soon as you have your balance, Eddie dives back in with gusto. He finds your clit and sucks it, then licks down to your center, shoving his tongue into your hole.

“Oh my God. Oh my God.” You try to stay perfectly still but you can’t stop your hips from moving back and forth. Eddie grabs your waist and rocks you against his mouth, lapping greedily. You lean back slightly and he takes your hands, guiding them to his knees so that you can hold yourself up.

His hand finds your clit and rubs circles while he fucks you with his tongue. Your body starts to clench and he puts his other hand on your lower belly, pressing down. “Eddie.” You whimper, your hips snapping faster and faster.

Your head falls back and you close your eyes as your muscles tighten and the tension builds and builds, until it comes unraveled and you come harder than you ever have before. You cry out, almost screaming, losing your balance and slumping backwards. You manage to roll off Eddie and he chuckles, ducking his head to avoid being kicked by your feet.

You gasp for breath and try to calm your pounding heart. Eddie is still laughing to himself, moving to kiss your ankle, slowly working up the inside of your thigh. He sucks a spot a few inches above your knee and continues traveling upward. When his mouth nudges your clit again, you whimper and push his head away.

“It’s so sensitive.” You mumble.

He sits up and takes your hands, pulling you into a sitting position. “You good, girl?”

“I’m fantastic. I didn’t, um, that is…you’re good too, right?”

“Y/N, that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. The way you move your hips, fuck, I can’t wait to be inside you.” He hesitates. “I mean, if you want to keep going.”

You nod. “If you do.”

He grins. “Hell yeah, I do.”

You giggle as he pushes you back onto the bed and stands up, shimmying out of his pants so fast he almost falls over. He stretches out on top of you and you yank his shirt over his head before kissing him once more.

“I cannot believe we could have been doing this for months. Why didn’t I just grow some balls and jump your bones?” He massages one of your tits. “You know, I meant what I said earlier. I had a wet dream that you let me jerk off on your chest.”

“Oh my God, Ed.” You cover your blushing face with your hands.

“Maybe you’ll let my dreams come true tonight, hmm?”

He takes a nipple between his teeth. His other hand is slowly sliding down your stomach, back between your legs.

“Eddie-”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle. Tell me if I need to stop.” He mumbles.

You wince when the pad of his thumb runs across your overly sensitive clit. He lifts his head to kiss your neck, slowly easing his middle finger inside you. “You good, babe?”

He pumps his finger in and out of you, his tongue on your neck mimicking the movement as he flicks and licks back to your tit, nipping your skin before biting down.

“Yeah, Eddie. I’m good. I am so fucking good right now.” You close your eyes.

He slides a second finger in as his lips drift across to your other nipple. “Still okay?”

“Mmhmm. I’m great.”

You pull his face up to yours and kiss him, then let your lips wander down to his shoulder.

“You can mark me too, if you want. I like it.” He murmurs huskily.

You suck a hickey into the little divot  by his collarbone. His fingers are pumping faster in you now, and he curls them upward, hitting that little spot inside you that makes everything go blurry.

“Eddie, I can’t concentrate on giving you hickeys when you do that.”

He shrugs his shoulders. “So give them to me afterwards. I’m fucking aching, Y/N. I need to fuck you.”

Yes, please.

You push his hand away and take his cock, pumping it a few times. He groans and rolls his hips. “I don’t wanna fuck your hand, Y/N, I wanna be inside you.”

You guide him to your entrance and he pushes inside, taking care not to fill or stretch you too quickly. “Ed!” You cry out as he slides all the way in. “Fuck!”

“I know, I know.” He strains to hold back from just ramming into you. “Let me know when you’re ready.”

You clench around him and he lets out a strangled moan. “I’m trying not to hurt you, but you do that again and my composure might slip.”

You flex your muscles again and he groans loudly, pulling out halfway, willing himself to start at a slow pace.

“Eddie, faster. Please.”

“Fuck.” He snaps his hips against yours and lifts your leg to wrap around his waist. “You feel so good, Y/N. So fucking good.”

“So do you.” You mumble, running your nails down his back.

“I knew. I knew fucking you was going to be…Jesus…gonna be incredible.”

You listen to his breathy sighs and soft moans as he fucks you. Your hips lift to match each stroke he makes, your hands sliding down to his ass to pull him closer, to make him go deeper.

His thrusts start to get sloppy and he babbles about how close he is and how tight you are while he buries his face in the crook of your neck.

“Y/N, fuck, I can’t last. I’m gonna-”

He pulls out and you sit up, wrapping your hand around his cock. He practically whimpers as he comes, shooting his load on your chest. He drops down on the bed beside you.

“Jesus H. Christ, you are amazing.” He drops a noisy kiss to your forehead. “Fuck, I cannot wait to do that again.”

“Um, maybe we should clean up the mess from the first time before we plan round two.”

He glances down at your chest. “Damn, I don’t usually blow like that. Let me get a towel or something.”

He hops off the bed and you hear water running in the bathroom. He comes back and you run the towel between your legs, then wipe down your tits and hand it back to him. He tosses it on the floor and crawls back beside you, tossing a thin blanket over your bodies.

“I’m exhausted.” He tugs you to his chest and wraps an arm around your shoulders.

“Me, too. Let me catch my breath and I’ll get out of here.”

“Um, why would you do that?” He frowns.

How do I even begin to explain?

“I don’t have anything to sleep in.”

“So sleep naked. I do.”

“Eddie…”

“If you’re worried about my uncle seeing you, he’s working a double at the plant. He won’t be home for hours, and he rarely comes into my room.”

“Yeah, it’s not him seeing me I’m worried about.”

He turns his head to look down at you. “What are you talking about?”

He’s really going to make me say it, isn’t he?

“Eddie, it’s like three a.m. We’re high and it’s pretty dark in here. In the morning we’ll be sober, and sunlight will be streaming through those windows.”

“I’m still confused.”

“Eddie.” You slap a hand on his chest.

“I’m serious, Y/N, what are you trying to say?”

“I’m saying that in the morning you might…you might regret this. You might not like what you see when you wake up.”

He stills.

“So, I’m just thinking it’s better if I go ahead and go. I had a really good time, though.”

He slips out of the bed and crosses the room, flicking the light switch. When he turns back to you, his face is red and he looks angry.

“Eddie-”

“Get up.” He pulls the blanket off you. “Get up, Y/N.”

Oh shit, he’s pissed.

You want to protest but the look on his face tells you it wouldn’t do any good. You scramble to your feet and he grabs your arm, pulling you in front of his dresser.

“Look in the mirror.”

Oh Jesus.

“Eddie.”

“Looking in the fucking mirror, babe.” He points.

You meet his eyes in the glass. The top of his dresser has a large mirror attached to it. He’s got photos of his friends and band art tucked into the sides. “Not at the pictures. Look at yourself.”

You blush but do as he says. He moves behind you and slides his hands around to cup your tits.

“Lights are on, Y/N, and I promise you, it takes a lot more than four puffs from a joint to get me high.” He tugs on your nipples. “I still fucking want you.”

“Eddie-”

He pushes on your back, and you bend forward, your elbows landing on the top of the dresser.

“Fuck, look at you. So goddamn hot, bent over for me.” He slides two fingers inside you.

“Oh my god, Ed.” You groan. “What are you doing?”

“You clearly don’t grasp what happened earlier. I said you’re hot. I said I want to fuck you. I said I don’t give two fucks about your weight. So now…” He removes his fingers and runs his dick down your slit, hardening almost instantly. “Now, you’re going to watch me fuck you. You’re gonna watch how crazy you make me.” He pushes inside you.

“Eddie!” You lean up and grip the sides of the dresser. “Please. Please.”

“I’m going to kill anyone that’s ever made you feel bad because of your looks. You are, fuck Y/N,” he pauses, tightening his grip on your waist when you start thrusting back against him.  “You’re fucking perfect.”

“So are you.” You gasp.

He wraps his arms around your torso and pulls you upward. “Look at you. Look at those amazing titties bouncing. Look at you taking my dick so well. You’re gorgeous.”

His hands graze over your stretch marks. “Everything about you is fucking gorgeous.”

He reaches down and rubs your clit. “You know when you’re the absolute hottest, though? When you’re cumming for me.”

Your whole body is on fire. Your muscles contract and tighten, almost forcing you on your tiptoes.

“Let me see it, baby. Let me see you come.”

Your head falls back on his shoulder and he nips your neck. “No ma'am. Eyes on the mirror. Watch yourself.”

You snap your eyes open and look straight ahead into the glass. Your gaze wanders up to Eddie. His face is flushed and sweat is dripping from the ends of his hair. He’s watching your body move with his, his eyes moving up and down from between your thighs to your tits to your face.

“Fuck, Eddie, I-”

“Come on baby. Let me see how pretty you are when you’re yelling my name.”

You’re wound like a coil and it gets tighter and tighter until it snaps. You cry out and start to fall forward towards the dresser, but Eddie pulls you back to him. You moan and thrash against him, your orgasm leaving you spent and exhausted.

“I’m close, Y/N. So fucking close.” He pounds into you, not bothering to hold back like he did before. “Y/N.” His hips stutter.

You push at his waist and he pulls out of you. You turn, drop to your knees, and take his cock in your mouth.

“Oh fuck. Oh Jesus. Y/N. Y/N.” He groans and fists your hair. You bob your head up and down, taking as much of him down your throat as possible. “Goddamn. I’m gonna-”

It’s his turn to cry out as he comes. He yells something garbled that you can’t make out and shoots his load into your mouth. You swallow quickly. Eddie’s hand bangs the top of the dresser, struggling to hold him up.

“You’re staying the night. You’re staying every fucking night.”

You stand up and he kisses you, locking his arms around your waist.

“Let me catch my breath and I’ll start the shower for us. We’re soaked in sweat.”

“Okay.”

He holds you against him for another minute or two, both of your breathing becoming slower and steady. You realize that every muscle in your body is aching and you’re absolutely exhausted.

“I don’t know if I can hold myself up for a shower.” You mumble as he leads you into the bathroom. He puts down the toilet lid and motions for you to sit down while he starts the water.

“Lukewarm okay? I don’t think I can handle it being hot right now.” Eddie asks and you nod. He helps you into the tub and steps in behind you.

“I don’t have anything girly, but there’s shampoo and conditioner. And you can use my body wash.” He dumps some on a washcloth. “Turn and I’ll do your back.”

You do as he says and he starts rubbing soapy circles on your skin. You moan and stretch your spine. Eddie moves further down and soaps your ass, then your legs. You hold on to his shoulders as he washes your feet. “Let me get the front.”

You notice his voice has dropped and his tone is low and husky. “Oh no, I’ll wash my front, thank you.” You take the rag from him.

He chuckles and pulls you to him. “Something wrong?”

“How do you have so much stamina? I physically cannot go another round. You’re trying to kill me.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He pecks your lips and slides a hand between your legs.

“Eddie, no. No way. I will collapse in this tub and you will have to explain to the police how you literally fucked me to death.”

He bursts out laughing, his chest rumbling against yours. “Fine, but in the morning I’m waking you up by eating you out.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you and you giggle.

You both finish showering. Eddie wraps a fluffy towel around you and you motion for him to bend down so you can dry his hair. He wraps another around his waist and takes your hand, leading you back to his room.

“Eddie?” A voice calls from the other end of the hall.

You shriek and jump behind him. “Shit, who is that?”

“Uncle Wayne? I thought you had a double tonight.” Eddie blocks you from view and pushes you toward his room.

This is not happening.

“I got off early. Looks like you did, too.”

“Oh God.” You groan.

“Uncle Wayne, Jesus.” Eddie winces. You hurry into his room, leaving them to talk in the hall.

“Who’s your girlfriend, Ed?”

Girlfriend?!

“Um, Y/N. Her name is Y/N.”

“Well, you two keep it down, hmm? I’m beat.”

“We will. Good night.”

Eddie re-enters the room, shutting the door behind him. “Sorry about that. He was supposed to be gone until noon.”

“You didn’t correct him when he called me your girlfriend.”

“Huh? Oh, guess I didn’t think about it.”

“Don’t you think you should tell him we’re just friends?”

“You sleep with all of your friends?” He teases.

“Well, no, but.-”

“Then you’re my girlfriend. Let’s get some sleep.”

Before you can respond he’s tugged the towels from both your bodies, cut off the light, and nudged you into the bed. He tosses the blanket over the two of you like before and pulls you back onto his chest, running a hand up and down your back. You snuggle into him and he kisses your forehead. “Good night, babe.”

“Night, Ed.”

You’re almost asleep when he lets out a loud sigh.

“You know, this really puts a damper on the whole waking-you-up-with-my-face-in-your-pussy plan.”

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-what the…

‘Hey doll. Sorry to show up at this hour. Dreadful etiquette, I know’ Jason smirks at you from the windowsill where he’s perched, blowing smoke out of his nose.

Of course. Because who else would show up at 2:30 to watch you sleep.

He’s only wearing a tank top and a black pair of cargo pants. It’s not exactly warm out, and you notice that he’s shivering.

‘Fuck sake, dean, come in. Leaving the window open will freeze both of us to death.’

He jumps in, closing the window behind him, with his trademark smile. ‘Of course, of course. You uh- you don’t mind me smoking in here, do you?’

You chuckle. ‘Dean, you know I’m hitting joints and shit nonstop in here.’

He laughs. ‘Yeah, yeah.’

‘Yo, turn around for a little bit. I gotta put a shirt on.’ You say, motioning for him to face away from you.

‘Ohoho, so you do sleep naked, huh? Good to know…’ he smirks, turning away.

You get up, opening your wardrobe and rooting around for a band t shirt or something.

‘Hey princess…’ you jump, hearing Jason’s voice coming from directly behind you.

‘Jason.’

‘Mhhnm?’ He says distractedly.

His hands wander, starting at your hips, and moving slowly up to your chest.

‘Jay- you- I’- you whine.

‘Jay? I like that. Mm. Jay.’ He cuts you off. ‘Jay…’

You whimper as his left hand snakes it’s way to the side of your neck, his thumb and index finger playing with your chin absentmindedly.

He’s known about your little fascination with choking for a while- a game of truth or dare revealed it- and he’s seen you looking at his hands.

It doesn’t take a genius to realize he’s putting his hands so close to your throat so you’ll beg.

‘Please, please…’ you whine.

‘Please…? What do you need, angel?’ He purrs, reveling in the sound of your soft gasps.

‘Your- your hand, Jason. I need your hands, please, please, choke me, please I-’ you sob, needing his hand to take your neck.

‘Ah. I see. You want my hand…’ he holds it up- ‘around that pretty little throat…’ he strokes your neck- ‘and you want me…’ he wraps his hand gently around your neck, but it’s not what you want:

You need him to…

‘To squeeze…’ he says, as if reading your mind. The pressure on either side of your neck is blissfully dizzying. You moan involuntarily, causing him to chuckle.

‘Oh, does my good girl love it when I…’ he squeezes a tiny bit harder for a second-

‘oh that gasp was lovely.’

You are wet. You’ve started rubbing your thighs together, in a desperate attempt to get some relief- but jd notices.

‘Ohoho, is my precious little girl feeling a little bit needy?’ His other hand trails don your stomach and under the waistband of your panties.

‘Let’s se- oh fuck. Ohoho fuck. You are…’

you whine as he slides the tip of his index and middle fingers over your slit.

‘mmm, good girl, you are soaking.’

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Pls tell me if y’all want a pt 2 :)

[igotanidea]

Laugh: Jason Todd x fem!reader

requested by @thefandomdiaries07 - I AM SO SORRY!!

“Oh my god!” Y/N started laughing at another Bad dad joke Dick Just Said. Honestly, she wasn’t sure whether it made her giggle like a silly teenager because it was so stupid or because Dick was ginning and being so full of himself. 

“That’s a good one right?”

“No....!” she gasped wiping the tears away, smudging her mascara in the process. “It was terrible. Terrible, Grayson! I swear every time I believe you reached the bottom of the groaner well, you surprise me with another one!”

“Now that’s hurtful!” Dick grabbed his heart, pretending to be deeply cut by those words. “Your words are like knife to my soul!”

“Please stop watching soap operas….” She laughed even more at his choice of words.

“Hm.” Dick smirked. The position he was in allowed him to see behind Y/N’s shoulder and notice something she could not.

Once her laugh reverberated through the room in the Manor, Jason, who was just casually passing by, with his signature face expression being the mix of broody and smug, stopped in his tracks. To give it justice, he looked like he was just struck by the lighting by the sound. Rooted to the ground. Frozen. Transfixed. Taken into another dimension. Whatever words might come to person’s brain – he was just that. With his eyes almost turning into hearts he looked like a love sick puppy. Just because he heard her chuckling at something.

“Hey Jaybrid!” Dick called to his younger brother, unable to stop himself from a little bit of teasing. Todd might have been lying about how he felt for Y/N, denying the obvious, but his actions were pretty self-explanatory. Especially in the family of self-appointed detectives, trained to read into every detail and gesture. “You look surprisingly non-threatening.”

“Shut up Dickhead.” His face expression turned back to resentful, the slightest blush showing on his cheeks due to being called out like this. He was a grown ass man acting like a boy who saw a girl’s bra for the first time.

“What’s with the attitude, little bird? Someone step on your toe?”

“Shut up!”

“Oh come on, cheer up! How about I give you a joke to relieve the tension?”

“Oh, no!” Y/N cried out in despair, turning to face Jason “Jace! Save me! Dick won’t let me go until I die from the embarrassment from his jokes! Please, don’t let me suffer alone!”

Once she looked at him with those pretty, pretty, shining, smiling e/c eyes he was gone. Like gone. How could he possibly tell no to her? How could he…..

“Not in the mood…” he muttered, looking down, terrified to death to meet her gaze.

“Come on Jay! Pretty please? We’re friends. It’s kind of I’m in shit you’re in shit situation. You can’t run from it.”

“I hate you.” He hissed crossing his arms

“I give you a chance to realize that you hate Dick’s sense of humor more than you hate me. So? what’s it gonna be?”

Yeah, he couldn’t tell her no.

***

“Did you get home safe?” Dick texted a few hours later, once Y/N left the manor and got into her apartment.

“You could have given me a ride with that fancy porche of yours, so you wouldn’t have to ask after.”

“I was kind of hoping Jason will pick you on a bike and give you a romantic trip, but seemingly we can’t always have what we want.”

“Jason?” if they were talking not texting she would raise an eyebrow at the moment

“Sure? My younger brother? Do you remember Jason?”

“Fuck you Dick. Stop playing around. We’re friends. That’s all.”

“Y/N for crying out loud. I saw that boy almost snap his neck because he heard your laugh and wanted to see why you were laughing.”

What?!

“but yes, keep telling yourself you’re friends.”

What the hell?!

She lost her patience in an instant and dialed Dick’s number.

“Y/N.”

“What the hell was that Dick?!”

“I believe it’s something you call telling the truth”

“I believe it’s acting like a freaking gossip girl!”

“It’s not a gossip!

“stop playing with me!”

“Am not! Did I ever lie to you?” he trailed and for a moment there was silence in the phone as they both were thinking about the years of keeping a little secret of his vigilante persona. “It’s true. I swear. “

“so why tell me now?”

“Cause I am seriously scared of what injuries Jay maysustain if someone doesn’t speak up. Last week Steph did as much as mentioned your name and he fall off the stairs.”

“You’ll never let him live it down, will you?”

“Not a chance!” Dick laughed “but hey, we both know you have a crush on him too so…”

“This reverse psychology is not going to work on  me Grayson. No circus for tricks.”

“Please don’t tell me you tease him absolutely absentmindedly…..”

“Tease? Dick this is just who I am. I play and twist words with everyone. I do that all the time with you.”

“can you at least talk to him about it?”

“wouldn’t that make it a bit awkward?”

“sure. And I’ll be right by the corner with the camera to video it.”

“I swear to god you’re the definition of an older brother.”

***

For three days Y/N was trying her best to avoid the conversation. No matter what Dick said, Jason was her friend and taking their relationship to another level was…. Hard. Honestly, Y/N wasn’t even sure how she herself felt about it. Did she like Jason as more than friend?

Yes,

no,

maybe?

How do you even recognize the moment when you stop thinking of someone as a buddy and move to I want to be more stage?

Sure, there’s physical attraction but that is not necessarily the sign of deeper feelings.

Just cause you feel you want to kiss someone doesn’t mean you love him.

So how did she feel?

She was postponing even thinking about it, but there’s no escaping when you serve as an emotional support and voice of reason for the whole family of vigilante seeing them *him* on a day to day basis.

So yes, Y/N was pretty much conflicted and feeling like a silly teenager, even though her metrics was showing quite a different age number.

And she was sad.

And that was something Jason could not stand.

“did you switch the position of your bed lately ?” he asked her after a few days of her being shy, withdrawn and silent. Obviously he did it in-character with the teasing tone and that freaking edgelord attitude.

“What?” she raised her gaze from the bat computer, frowning in confusion “there’s still no place for you to crush at my place one way or another.”

“Oh, please…” he rolled his eyes, plumping onto the seat next to her “as if that was what I meant.”

“What did you mean then?”

“You seemed like you’ve been getting off on the wrong foot, hence the question. I thought you were smarter than that and will get the reference.”

“Haha… very funny Todd.”

“I’m serious though.”

“You are never serious.”

“I miss your laugh…..” he babbled without thinking and his eyes grew wide at the words. “oh, fuck…I mean… you have terrible laugh. Terrible. And I miss laughing at your laugh. That’s what I meant to say.”

“I swear you’re the only person I know who can both offend and complement someone in one sentence.” She scoffed, turning back to computer away from him 

“Yeah, kind of my signature.”

“You’re a terrible person Jason Todd and I hate you. God I swear you’re so annoying. I can’t believe Dick was thinking you likelike me….” She babbled and this time it was her turn to blush because of saying too much. “oh, shit….I mean… Dick is delusional obviously and I’m pretty sure he was drunk while using the word.”

“Grayson told you I liked you?” Jason smirked.

“Yeah…. Funny, right?” she chuckles awkwardly

“Extremely funny.” Jason looked down avoiding meeting her eyes.

“Haha ….” She muttered.

And then, once they mocked Dick and the whole situation to the most possible extend and there was nothing more to say the silence fell between them. At first it was normal since they were both lost in their heads but after a while it started getting uncomfortable. Even the air in the batcave became heavier and it was becoming hard to breathe.

“Y/N…..” he looked at her

“Jace…..” she looked at him

And when their gazes met they were gone.

Acting on impulse they both moved forward, meeting halfway when their lips connected.

It was not like they write it in the books or how you see it in the movies or not even how you imagine kissing someone you like.

It was their first kiss together and yet, there were no sparks, no electricity, no butterflies in the stomach.

No.

Nothing so obvious and, well, spectacular.

And yet, there was something more to this display of affection.

The deep sense of doing something right.

Something pure and perfect.

Feeling of finally belonging somewhere.

With someone.

The inner peace.

It was….natural, but it didn’t take away the wonderfulness of being in the bubble together with that person.

Getting out all those emotions they were trying to hide.

And at this moment Y/N knew she was fooling herself. She did like him more than friends.

“Y/N…..?” he pulled back after a second, both pair of eyes closed, foreheads connected.

“Hmmmm?”

“I like you.”

“Yeah, I kind of notice……”

“Y/N……?”

“Yes, I like you too.”

“So what do I have to do to make you laugh again?”

She pulls back, opening her eyes and smirking teasingly.

“You can just be yourself. I swear sooner or later you will do something silly or stupid enough to make me laugh. At you…..”

“I think you and I have very different definitions of liking someone.”

“Maybe….but if there’s anyone I want to work towards creating joint meaning…. It’s you , Todd.”

“Oh….” He cooed “don’t give me diabetes with all that sweetness.”

“enjoy it while it last, Todd…..” she laughs and hearing that sound after a few weeks of silence he couldn’t help but grin widely.

Like a man in love.

Who he was.  

[im-not-a-l0ser]

Her, Chapter Four

So, this has been on my ao3 for a while and I thought I posted it here, but I apparently did not. So, this is that.

If you haven't read Her, you can find links each chapter in my pinned post.

Eventually, Max gave up on looking for her. Any time he went to her house, there was either no one home, or her mother would peer through the window and then lock the door.

Clearly, she didn’t want to see him. 

Max’s dad was right. He was unlovable, and he’d be alone for the rest of his life. If he was lucky enough to graduate high school, he’d live alone in a trailer park, working at a gas station. He was a failure and he had no one. 

Max’s dad finding out was worse than when Max figured it out himself. 

Max used to go out with her so much, his dad loved it. It gave him plenty of time to bring back his own lady friends back to the house and do whatever he wanted with them.

So after about a week of Max not leaving the house at all, he asked.

“Why haven’t you been leaving the house?” He asked. “Didn’t you used to go out with that Matthews girl?”

“Well, not anymore,” Max said bitterly. He sat up in his bed. “She hasn’t talked to me in like a month.”

“I thought you’ve been going to see her.”

“Yeah, I’ve been going to find her. I haven’t seen or heard from her. If her family didn’t love her so damn much, I would’ve reported her missing. But since they do, if she were missing…” He flopped back onto his bed. “We would know.”

“Well, I need you to get out of the house.” 

“Don’t your lady friends have homes?”

“Sure they do, but that’s where their husbands are,” He said. Max stifled a groan. “Out. You can come back tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” Max nearly yelled, shooting up out of his bed.

“I have to make up for lost time,” His father said as if it were oh so obvious.

“Where am I supposed to go?” 

“I don’t give a shit, but if you don’t get up and leave, I will pull you by the ear myself!”

Max sighed. 

“Can I pack real quick?”

“Five minutes. Then I want you out.”

Max quickly emptied out his messy backpack and stuffed a sweatshirt and sweatpants inside. He stuffed a charging cord and adapter for his phone inside, hooked the headphones she gave him when his father refused around his neck, before putting on the backpack and hugging his pillow to his chest, in case he needed to sleep on the street that night. 

He scrambled out of the house as fast as he could. 

He knew what would happen if he didn’t. 

The summer let the sun shine still at 7:30 pm, so he settled in a park for a minute. 

He knew it was a long shot, but he called her first. 

The phone rang what must’ve been at least a dozen times, before the stupid automated voice played.

“I’m sorry. This number—”

Max hung up. 

He headed to snapchat next. That’s where he knew all of his teammates. He didn’t have any of their phone numbers.

Jason was always the nicest. He was the only one who never picked on her. He was by far Max’s best bet. 

Max: Can I stay at your house tonight?

Jason: Lemme ask my parents.

They say it’s fine. You know I have siblings though, right?

Max: Beggars can’t be choosers. 

Jason: Is everything okay? 

Why don’t you stay at your gf’s house? Is she okay? I don’t think I’ve seen her this summer. 

Max: It’s fine

It was an utter fucking lie, but if it got Jason off of his back. 

That night, Max stayed in Jason’s bedroom, sleeping on an air mattress. 

He slept there the next week too, when his father demanded he leave again. 

Eventually, Jason wouldn’t give up on finding out what happened. 

“Max, it’s okay, I promise. I won’t tell anyone. Please.”

“It doesn’t matter, Jason!” Max snapped at him.

He’d been doing that so much more lately. 

“I just don’t have anywhere else to go,” He said, much more meekly. He cleared his throat. “Uh, I can’t stay at my friend’s house. Since she’s a girl. Her parents aren’t okay with it.”

“Friend?” Jason asked. “I thought you two were dating.”

“No, we weren’t!” Max exclaimed. “Okay? People kept harassing her, so we told people so they’d fuck off. We never dated.”

“Oh,” Jason said. “I see.” He looked down at his knees. “I’m sorry that it got so bad you had to pretend.”

“Not your fault,” Max grumbled. “You’re the only fucker who didn’t go after her.”

“Why’d they do that anyway?” Jason asked. “I’m sure she’s lovely, but there are so many other pretty girls in our grade.”

“I don’t know,” Max said, wiping his hand over his face. “Sometimes I think they were trying to get at me, not at her. Maybe I’m right. Maybe that’s why—” Max cut himself off. 

“Why what?” Max let his head fall.

“I haven’t seen her since the end of the school year. Or even heard of her. Maybe she’s avoiding me so that guys stop going after her. Guys who know how much I care about her, and how much it hurts when she gets hurt.”

“Oh,” Jason said.

“They’d always run off for a while after I fought them off, but they’d come back. It got better after we claimed we were together. I think some of the guys on our team were just trying to push me to ask her out. Like Kyle, y’know? He means well, he just doesn’t know what he’s doing. But some of ‘em, I think they liked how she’d cower in fear when I wasn’t around. She’s not helpless, but they’d always think she was. And with those ones, it got worse after we started dating. Forbidden fruit or some dumb bullshit.”

“Wow,” Jason said. “I’m so sorry.”

“Yeah, whatever, shut the fuck up,” Max spat out of reflex. 

“I’ll keep the air mattress in my closet for when you come over. Just let me know as soon as you know that you need to.” 

“Thanks Jason,” Max said. “Sorry about being such a dick, I just…” He took a breath. “She kept me in line. It’s like… Fuck, I don’t even know. It’s a rope on a bundle of sticks. When you cut it off, it all falls apart.”

“That’s not bad for a short notice metaphor,” Jason noted with a small laugh that Max mirrored. 

“She made me really happy, y’know? She was my best friend. I don’t even know what happened. I went to her house, and the guy there said he didn’t even know who she was, even though they had the same last name. It’s like she disappeared right off the face of the earth.”

“Yeah,” Jason muttered. “I don’t mean to scare you, but… it is Hatchetfield. People go missing every day.” Jason shook his head.

“Her parents care about her too much. We would’ve heard about it. You know how much the news likes to stir the pot. If she were missing, she would have like a million different conspiracy theories about what happened to her.” 

“Well,” Jason said. “Hopefully that means she’s safe then. 

“Yeah.” 

The following days went the same. Jason would text him around noon to ask him if he’d eaten that day, and only about half the time the answer was yes.

Every time Max came over, Jason would provide him with a nice home-cooked meal, usually a rarity for Max, and water. 

“You don’t gotta do that, y’know,” Max muttered, being handed the plate of food as Jason sat next to him on the couch.

“I know,” Jason said. “I want to though. I mean, your mama left ages ago…” Max grimaced at the mention. “And I don’t think you can cook. We’re getting closer and closer to next school year— our first year of high school! And I know you’re gonna try out for the high school football team, so… you need to actually eat and stuff,” He said. 

“Thanks,” He muttered

“You got it, man,” Jason said, nudging Max’s arm. 

They ate together quietly as the TV played in the background. Jason’s parents and siblings ate at the table, which didn’t have enough room for both Jason and Max, so Jason insisted on keeping Max company in the living room. 

“Max!” Max heard as Jason’s little siblings ran into the room. “Wanna play hide and seek with us outside?” The boy asked.

“Please!” The girl asked.

Max had learned their names, but couldn’t remember them. 

“Wash your dishes first!” Jason’s mom called from the kitchen. 

Max smiled at them and led them into the kitchen to wash his dish. 

Days like this became more common.

Max began helping out if he could. 

Jason’s mom and dad started teaching him how to cook. 

Max liked cooking. He could only do it at Jason’s house, since the one time he tried to properly cook at his own house, he ran into a couple of road blocks; one of which being that his dad yelled at him for being a girl, and the other being the utter lack of proper pans in the house. Apparently his mom took them with her.

Good on her. It’s not like his father ever used them anyway. She deserved the cookware. 

But, every time he cooked something on his own, he just couldn’t help but think of what she would think of his food. He hoped she’d like it.

Sometimes he thought of cooking for her. Something special, for them. He shook those thoughts, as well as any potential tears, away. 

He couldn’t afford to keep thinking of her. After all, school would be starting up in a couple of weeks! He’d see her again soon. 

Unless she moved and didn’t tell him. Or worse, she died, and her family never reached out. Even though they know how much she means to him. 

Speaking of going back to school, it’d taken a lot of reminding to get Max’s dad to actually take him back to school shopping. Which, honestly, just consisted of his father giving him his credit card and threatening that if he spent over $120, he’d regret it. 

Either way, he was looking at backpacks when he spotted that man again. 

He was dressed similarly to the first time he’d seen him. Khakis, a polo shirt, and a thin jacket slapped on top. He pulled a plain black backpack off the rod and put it in the cart, which was half-hidden behind the nearby shelves of purses. 

“I got the pencils and accordion folder.”

Max tensed. 

He… that wasn’t her. He knew that wasn’t her, it couldn’t be her. He moved closer as discreetly as he could. 

“Alright, I grabbed this backpack for you. But you can pick another one if you like,” The man offered with a kind voice. 

“No, this one’s fine. I don’t really think standing out is the best idea. I’ll already be the quote unquote ‘new kid.’” 

See, it wasn’t her! But damn, the voice was so similar, and they spoke in that same way that she did. Thinking through every single word, even though she didn’t even know what word she’d need to think of next. Words sort of just flowed out, but as if they had to pass through a quick terminal first. 

There were some small differences. The voice was slightly deeper, but not by much. The T’s were more enunciated than hers, which was admittedly saying a lot.

“Hey, well, you’ve already got a few friends! Ted’s been bugging me about setting up a play-date with you and Peter,” The man said. Max heard the person scoff. That sounded like her too. 

“Don’t call it that, we’re basically high school students,” They said.

“Right. Sorry,” The man said. “Regular date?” Max heard something hit the man and then the floor, which made his head jerk over. The man was picking up a pack of pencils off the floor. 

“Gross,” They said. “We’ve only met a couple of times. And I don’t really think Peter is my type.”

“You have a type?” There was a pause of silence, in which Max could practically see her annoyed, deadpan face. He missed that face. She made it a lot, since Max could be an idiot.

Sometimes that was on purpose. 

“No, I just watch sport anime because I like sports,” They droned sarcastically. 

“Ah, okay,” The man said. “That, that makes sense.”

“Although, I actually like it more than I expected,” The person said, speaking quicker now. 

This was also something she did. When she was talking about something she liked a lot and the words just jumped the turnstile. 

“Like, the up-close stuff makes it much more interesting than just watching sports on their own, and most of them have to do with specific people whose skills complement each other working together.”

“I’ve heard the rant,” The man said. “Should we get something for your brother? It’s his first year back here, right?” 

“Yeah,” The person droned. “I feel bad. I feel like I’m tearing him away from his great education.” 

“It’s Ohio,” The man deadpanned. “How good can it possibly be?” Max covered his mouth to control his snickers. 

“Okay, well his friends then!”

“Long distance friendships exist,” The man reassured.

Max could feel his phone weighing down his pocket. 

“I just don’t want him to feel like he needs to come back in order to support me.”

Max was starting to feel like he was invading this conversation too much. He picked the backpack he’d already decided on a few minutes ago, placed it in his cart and promptly steered it away.

He caught a glance of the person as he went. 

Their jacket looked very familiar.

[munsonstyles]

hellfire club || eddie munson

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

warnings: cussing, descriptions of violence, season 4 spoilers

content: basically this is following season 4, i’m just adding my own little bits and pieces to it :) i hope you enjoy & let me know if you want more!!

part two here

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    “You’re joking.”

You cannot even believe the words you’re hearing escape your best friends (although you’re questioning this now) mouth.

“Y/N.. look, i know okay? i know eddie munson spells trouble -“

“He doesn't just spell trouble, Chris. his goddamn middle name is trouble.”

“I just don’t know what to do anymore!” Chrissy exclaims, startling you slightly. “I’m sorry, I just - I am just so tired of these nightmares and these hallucinations Y/N! I feel like I haven't slept in god knows how long, I'm tired. Plus, he’s the only person in Hawkins I know who has a good supply of,” she glances around before lowering her voice, “drugs. I don't want to go alone. Please. I need you.”

The desperation in your friend's voice was so clear, it was hard to say no to her. And if you were being totally honest with yourself, you have been feeling very helpless in your friendship recently. Not being able to help Chrissy through these very realistic hallucinations and nightmares she has been having has been so straining on your friendship. So, it was a pretty simple decision for you to tag along.

Which was how you found yourself sitting on a picnic bench, in the woods next to the high school, waiting for the notorious Eddie Munson to join you and sell you drugs.

“I'm kind of nervous, if I’m being honest” Chrissy mumbled quietly, picking at the wood on the table with her perfectly painted fingernails.

“I mean, god, I hope you would be nervous buying drugs for the first time, Chris. Jesus Christ. Who would of thought that the captain, and co-captain might i add, of the Hawkins High cheerleading squad would be out in the middle of the fucking woods waiting for drugs?!“ you joked, hoping to spark even the slightest smile on your friend's face.

When you were met with silence, you nudged her gently with your shoulder, “Chris, look I’m sorry - I’m here to support you no matter what,” you turned your head to the side to get a better look at her, “I just -“ you paused, noticing her eyes first.

“What the fu-“ you stood up abruptly, moving to get a closer look, “Fuck, not again.”

You’ll never forget the terror that pulsed inside of you the first time this happened.

-

    You were both leaning against the lockers in the hallway at school. Chrissy had been a bit quiet that day, but no matter how many times you had asked, she insisted she was okay. You didn’t believe her, but knowing how stubborn she was, you knew you wouldn’t get the truth from her anytime soon, that was until she sprinted straight towards the bathroom in the middle of your sentence.

“Chris?” you questioned as soon as you entered the bathroom. Instead of a response, you were met with the sounds of her getting sick in the toilet.

“Oh babes, why didn’t you tell me? Do you want me to go get Jason?”

“No!” she quickly exclaimed, coughing up more sickness. “No, please Y/N… he doesn’t know.”

“Shit, Chris. Okay, um, what do you need me to do?”

When you realized she wasn’t responding, you looked up questioningly at the door to the stall. “Chrissy? babe, are you good in there?” Alarms went off in your head when the lights started flickering on and off in the bathroom. You had never been a fan of creepy things, and this was definitely creepy.

Even more nerves started building up in your stomach when you realized Chrissy had still yet to respond to you. “Chrissy? Hello?”

When you were still met with silence, you pulled a bobby pin from your hair using it to unlock the stall door. Once it had finally opened, your eyes immediatley looked down to see Chrissy sitting on the bathroom floor, eyes rolled up in the back of her head, her entire body trembling violently.

“Chrissy?! What the fuck? What the fuck?” You shook her shoulders, panic racing through your entire body, “Chrissy, what the fuck is going on? Hello?”

Tears were building up in your eyes, and you were at a loss of what to do. You shook her shoulders even harder, repeating her name over and over again while trying to figure out if there was anything you could do to pull her from whatever was going on.

A gasp escaped through her mouth, eyes popping back into place. You stopped the shaking, collapsing your forehead onto her shoulder, a few sobs of relief escaping your mouth.

“Y/N?” Chrissy mumbled, pulling your body off of hers, “What happened?”

You couldn’t help the laugh of surprise that you let out. “What happened?! What happened? What the fuck do you mean, what happened, Chrissy?” you shot your arms up in disbelief, “What happened was you just looked like you were about to enter the afterlife and I didn’t know what to do!”

Chrissy looked at you like you were the most insane person she had ever come in contact with. “What?”

You took a deep breath, staring into her eyes before realizing that she truly had no idea what you were talking about. “Oh… okay.” you said quietly.

You took a deep breath and began explaining every single detail of what had just happened. You didn’t want to skip over anything, even mentioning the coincidental flickering of lights.. “I was literally thinking how crazy bad timing it was to have faulty electrical problems while you were having some strange body-freak out moment.”

Chrissy was quiet for a moment, processing all that you had just told her. After a minute, she finally looked back up at you, tears gathering in her eyes, “Y/N… listen. I’ve been having these very vivid nightmares about my mom -“

“Fuck your mom.” you interrupted her gently, not being able to help your usual sentence you would say when Chrissy brought up that horrid woman.

She smiled slightly, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “Yeah, fuck my mom. but Y/N, I’ve also been having these…” she paused and began messing with her hands, a nervous tick she developed years ago. “Hallucinations? I don't know, they just feel so real and I don't know what to do.”

You stared at Chrissy, waiting for her to continue. “I just - I was having one.” she mumbled.

“Having a hallucination?” you questioned, “When?”

“Just now.”

“No, we’re talking now.”

She shook her head, sitting up to really look you in the eyes, “No Y/N. When my body was doing all of that weird shit, I was having a hallucination at the same time.”

“oh.”

“oh.”

-

“Chrissy, please. not again! Fuck, not again!” you exclaimed, moving her body out from under the picnic table so you could grab her shoulders to shake them.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck..” you kept mumbling to yourself, tears gathering in your eyes and panic swimming through your veins. “Please Chrissy…” you whispered.

You don’t think you’ll ever love a sound more than the gasp that is let out through her mouth when she finally comes to.

You pull away from her, taking a few steps back as your shoulders sag in relief, “Oh thank fucking go-“

Your words were cut off when your back ran into something firm. You jumped in surprise when that something’s hands grabbed ahold of your hips, stopping you from falling forward.

“God.” you finished your sentence, turning around to be met with none other than Eddie Munson.

“I mean I usually go by Eddie, but god will do.” he smirked above your head, his face quickly dropping into (almost?) a concerned look at the sight of tears streaming down your face.

“Hey, hey, hey. sorry… didn’t mean to scare you.” he paused, searching your features. “You okay?”

You didn’t turn your face from the ground, quietly mumbling your reply as you made your way back to the picnic table. “Yeah, yeah. I’m fine.” You sat back down next to Chrissy, who still seemed very shaken up by the incident. “C’mon Chris, let’s just get this over with.”

Eddie circled the table, his black metal lunch box slamming against the surface of the wood as he set it down. Taking his staple denim jacket off, he glanced between the two of you when he noticed the silence.

“There’s uh… nothing to worry about. okay? No one ever comes out here.” he paused, finally sitting down on the bench across from you, “We’re safe.”

Opening up the container, he looked up at you both again when neither of you had still said anything, “I promise.” he said sincerely.

It was quiet for a moment longer when finally Chrissy nervously spoke up, “So how does this work exactly?”

You glanced over at your friend, eyes catching on her fidgeting hands. You placed a hand on hers in an attempt to ground her.

“Oh just like any other old sale,” Eddie responded, “Except uh, cash only, and uh, for obvious reasons, no receipts.” his eyes caught yours, a playful tilt to his lips.

“I'll do you a half ounce for uh, 20. What do you say?” he dangled the baggy of drugs in front of you both. “Plenty of bang for your buck. Should last a while.”

Chrissy gasped suddenly, becoming alarmed at the sound of an animal running through the forest behind you. You couldn’t help but jump at the sudden movement of your friend.

“Chrissy, babe it’s just a -“

You were cut off by the sound of metal shutting, “Hey uh, we don’t need to do this. Just give me the word and I'll walk away. okay?” eddie said, an irritated edge to his voice.

“No, you asshole. You stay right where you are. You have no idea what she’s going through right now.” Your voice rising a bit higher with each word.

“Y/N, it’s okay.” Chrissy quietly spoke, her hand now finding yours to comfort you. “It’s not that…” she said louder, turning towards Eddie again, “I don’t want you to go.”

Her hand trembled slightly in yours, “It’s just… Do you ever feel like, you’re losing your mind?”

You couldn’t help the tears that made their way back into your eyes again at her question. Facing your eyes towards your lap, you tried to hold them back. When you lifted your head at the sound of Eddie's voice, you found him looking at you both curiously.

“Um…” he trailed off, “You know, just… on a daily basis.” he chuckled slightly, “I mean I feel like I’m losing my mind right now. Doing a drug deal with Chrissy Cunningham and Y/N Y/L/N, the queens of Hawkins High.”

You rolled your eyes at him, frustrated with how he wasn’t taking Chrissy seriously. You began to stand from the bench, pulling Chrissy up by her arm, “C’mon, Chris. we don’t have to deal with this.”

“You know, Y/N, this isn’t the first time we’ve, um, hung out.” he said, looking up at you.

Your eyebrows furrow in confusion, your movements halting, “No?”

“You don’t remember?”

“No, I’m sorry but -“ you began trying to pull Chrissy up again, but she pulls her arm away, shaking her head.

“That's okay,” Eddie mumbled, his shoulders shrugging. You and Chrissy were both startled at the sound of him grunting and falling backwards off of the seat.

“Fuck!” you exclaimed at the same time as Chrissy gasped. You leaned forward against the table just as Eddie was rolling backwards and standing back up.

“I wouldn’t remember me either, Y/N..” he exclaimed, marching away and messing with his hair. “Honestly, do I have stuff in my hair?”

You glanced back at the sound of Chrissy's laugh, noticing the tension in her shoulders disappearing. Your eyes moved back towards Eddie, “You don’t remember me?” he asks, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I'm sorry..?” you question, attempting to hide the smile threatening to break free on your face. You couldn’t help but feel a little thankful at his antics for causing Chrissy to laugh for the first time in days.

“Middle school. Talent show. You were doing this cheer thing,” he moves his arms around in what you assume is his idea of a cheer routine, “You know, the - the thing you do.”

You laughed suddenly, shaking your head and looking down at the table.

“It was pretty cool, actually. And I was with my band..?”

You whipped your head back up to him, “Corroded Coffin!” you exclaimed, eyes wide as you recall middle school Eddie up on the stage in your auditorium.

He clapped in victory, “Corrod- you do remember!”

“Oh my god! Yes, of course. with a name like that, how could I forget?”

“I dunno. You’re a freak.”

“No you just,” you trailed off, laughing quietly.

“Oh my god, Y/N! I remember you talking about them and how you were obsessed-“

“No, you just looked so different.” you exclaimed quickly, cutting her off.

“Yeah. Well uh, my hair was buzzed and I didn’t have these sweet old tatties yet.” he pulled down the neck of his shirt, revealing a tattoo on his chest.

Your eyes followed his movements, blushing slightly, “You played guitar, right?” making eye contact with him again.

“Uh-huh. Still do. Still do.” he backed away, hands on his hips, facing the forest. “You should come see us,” he turned, eyes finding yours.

Chrissy giggled quietly behind you, making both you and Eddie turn towards her still sitting frame. “I mean, you both should come see us.” he corrected, the tips of his cheeks turning slightly pink.

“Uh, we play at The Hideout on Tuesdays. It's pretty cool. We … we actually get a crowd,” shoulders shrugging, head nodding, his lips turning up slightly at his next sentence, “of about… five… drunks.”

The sound of laughter coming from both you and Chrissy turned his smile even wider. “It's not exactly the Garden, but you gotta start somewhere, right? So…”

You sat back down next to Chrissy, a small smile still settled on your face. “You know you’re not what I thought you’d be like.” Chrissy mumbled.

You looked at your friend and then back at Eddie who was now walking back towards the table.

“Mean and scary?” he questioned, plopping down on the bench again.

“Yeah.”

“Yeah well,” he rested his face in his hands. “I actually kind of thought you’d be mean and scary too.” his eyes glanced towards you, “both of you actually.”

You scoffed, small laughs coming from both you and your friend. “Us?” you questioned.

“Terrifying.” he nodded with a fond tone. “Uh, so..” he reached down, grabbing the black metal box once again. “In other good news, flattery works with me, so…” he smirked, causing laughter to escape your mouth. “Twenty five percent discount for the half.” He placed the baggie on the table in front of chrissy. “fifteen bucks. you’re robbing me blind here.” he joked, hands going up in surrender.

You glanced over at Chrissy, awaiting her response. Her head was tilted back down and the nervous energy was surrounding her once more. She took a deep breath, “Do you have anything, maybe, stronger?” She lifted her head and looked at Eddie.

He glanced over towards you in slight concern noticing that your face looked just as confused and worried as his.

-

“Why didn’t you want to admit in front of Eddie that you were slightly obsessed with his band back in middle school?” Chrissy nudges your shoulder.

You blushed slightly, eyes rolling, “because Chrissy, I honestly forgot about it. And Eddie “The Freak” Munson does not need to know that fact about me.”

You both crossed the parking lot of the school heading towards the secluded area where Eddie had parked his van. Rounding the corner you found him already there, leaning against the vehicle.

“M’ladies” he bowed dramatically. You rolled your eyes at him, “Eddie.”

Smirking, he looked you up and down, “Always so lovely to see you, Y/N..”

“I'll sit in the back, Y/N! You can have shotgun.`` Chrissy declared as she moved to sit.

You glared at her (not so) subtle attempt of giving you and Eddie more time together. even though in reality, she was wasting her time. There was no way in hell you and Eddie Munson would ever become more than slight acquaintances. You wanted to help Chrissy through whatever she was going through and get over it.

“And the chariot moves.” Eddie says, pushing the key into the ignition when all three of you were sitting and buckled. he turns his head to you and then back to chrissy, “Onwards, m’ladies”

-

When the van (can you even call it that? it’s a monstrosity on wheels at this point.) pulled up to the Munson residents, the nerves began building in your stomach again. You were finally coming to the realization that, oh shit, you were a part of a drug deal. Your mom would kill you if she ever caught a whiff of it.

You and Chrissy follow Eddie up the steps, walking into his home after he holds the door open for you.

“Sorry for the mess..” he grumbles, picking up bits and pieces of trash that have been scattered. “Maid took the week off” he joked, looking up at the two of you.

You can’t help but feel a bit awkward as you stand in the middle of his living room, “You uh, live here alone?” you question, glancing around at the decor.

“With my uncle, but uh. He works nights at the plant. Bringing in the big bucks.”

“How long does it take?” Chrissy interrupts. “Sorry?” Eddie turns his head back up from his rummaging around.

“The special k. How long to kick in?”

“Oh! Well uh, depends-“ he continues digging through drawers, “If you snort it or not. Uh, if you do, uh then uh. Yeah, it will uh, kick in pretty quick.”

He picks up a container, looking inside, “Oh shit.”

You roll your eyes annoyingly, “You sure you have it, Munson?”

“No, no, no. I got it. Uh… somewhere.” he turns around, walking to what you assume is his room.

Huffing in impatience, you sit down on the couch in the living room. you look up at Chrissy, “How are you feeling, Chris?”

She glances back down at you, “Uh.. okay. Just pretty -“ she gasps, turning towards the window.

“Chris?” you watch as she runs back, frantically looking around outside. “Y/N,, do you hear that?”

“Uh… hear what?” she shuts the curtains frantically, walking back to where she was standing before. “Uh, nothing. Nevermind. It was nothing.” she glances around the room nervously, “Hey, Eddie. Did you find it?” she yells out.

“Chris, we should just go. You’re making me nervous.” you stand up from the couch, grabbing your purse. “C’mon, we don’t need to- fuck. oh fuck no. Eddie!!” you yell loudly, dropping your purse back to the ground and standing in front of Chrissy's shaking body.

“Found it!” Eddie declares, walking out of his room. “Peaceful bliss just moments away.” his movements pause, looking at the scene unfolding in front of him.

Tears were already streaming down your face as you started to shake Chrissy’s body, hoping to wake her up from whatever was happening to her again.

“Uh, Y/N..? What’s going on?”

You whipped your head back at the sound of his voice, “Eddie, it’s happening again. She's having another hallucination. I don't know what to do. Please help.” you begged.

“A hallucination? What the -“ he stepped closer, finally taking note of her eyes. “Fuck? Y/N, what the fuck?”

You shook your head quickly, not knowing how to explain to him what was actually happening. “Chrissy?” he questioned, stepping even closer and watching her closely.

“Chrissy?” he sang, waving his hand in front of her face, “Hello?”

“That’s not fucking helping, Eddie!” you exclaimed, “Chrissy, please.” you shook her shoulders harder, desperate for this to end.

“Y/N, move.” he ordered, gently pushing your body away so he could stand in front of her. “Chrissy! Hey Chrissy, wake up.”

He shook his hand in front of her face again, “Hey! Hello?“ he began snapping his fingers in front of her face. “Chrissy. Hello? Hey Chrissy!“

Your breath caught in your throat when the lights started flickering on and off again, just like they had in the bathroom the first time this happened. “What the fuck?”

Your eyes caught Eddie's, a confused and scared look on them. He didn’t keep eye contact for very long because he looked back at Chrissy's still shaking form.

“Chrissy!” he yelled again, starting to resume shaking her shoulders like you had been earlier. You felt pure panic as you realized that this one was lasting a lot longer than any other episode she had experienced before.

“Chrissy, please” a desperate cry left your lips as tears were streaming down your face.

“Chrissy! Chrissy! Chrissy!” he repeated, gently slapping her face with both of his hands. “Chrissy, wake up now! Chrissy! I don’t like this, Chrissy! Chrissy, wake up!”

Sobs were wracking through your body, “Chrissy, please!”

“Chrissy! What the -“ you glanced up at his abrupt stop.

“Eddie, what-“ and that’s when you caught sight of what was happening.

Chrissy's body was slowly lifting off of the ground. You rubbed your eyes, trying to make sense of what you were witnessing. “Eddie?” you whimpered.

“Y/N, what the fuck?” he stepped back, both of you watching chrissy’s body rise higher and higher off of the ground.

Screams ripped from both you and Eddie when Chrissy’s body snapped up to the ceiling.

“Jesus christ!” Eddie screamed, running quickly backwards to try and get away. He tripped over something, falling straight onto his back.

You felt like you couldn’t move, tears were streaming down your face but nothing could come out of your mouth as you witnessed Chrissy’s body pressed above you.

Her arm was first. The sounds of bones cracking was the first sign that something even more horrific was about to happen.

You screamed as you watched her arm bend upwards, snapping in half. You could hear Eddie's screams in the background, but you couldn’t look away from your best friend. Next her legs snapped, and then her jaw. It looked like someone had punched her so hard, it was completely diagonal.

Her body was shaking, mouth open and every bone cracked and disfigured. She stayed in that position for several seconds until her eyes popped completely out of her sockets. It looked like someone had just taken them right out of her head.

You screamed again, body shaking as you wrapped your arms around your knees. “Chrissy, Chrissy, Chrissy…” you kept mumbling to yourself, tears streaming down your face.

You buried your head in your knees, looking up when you heard the sound of her body dropping back onto the carpet.

“Y/N!” Eddie screamed, running up towards your sitting frame. “C’mon.”

“We can’t just leave her here!” you screamed, pulling back from his grasp.

“Get the fuck up!” he yelled, pulling you up all of the way.

“Let go of me!” you attempted to pull yourself away again, but your body wasn’t prepared for the sudden movements after the traumatizing scene you had just witnessed. You began to feel very dizzy, moving your hands around in attempt to grab something to steady yourself.

“Y/N…?” was the last thing you heard before you saw black.

[sibillascribbles08]

Please do 139 and 51 they are SO jasonnie coded‼️

Late as shit posting again wooo !

Still working on these sorry for slow going, trying to keep up with art projects oops.

Anyway here's 51! I'll get to 139 as soon as I can in another post

Also uuuh some context if you want it?? If you've read Not Part of the Plan, the Donnie in this fic is from the present timeline, so he has some Knowledge about future events. (Will I write the later scenario of Jase finding out that Donnie met his future self once? Maybe. Because it's crunchy) Anyway!

“No, Jase, you’re not helping with this one.” 

Jason’s gaze snapped away from the monitor in their shared office to his husband who was already typing at the screen from his watch. 

“I’m sorry?” Jason pointed at the display. At the huge mech with the guns to match built onto its shoulders. “It’s tech based, Donnie.”

“Exactly, so I can handle it.” 

Something was off about Donnie’s tone. Far more serious about this than he usually was when an alert came up. Sometimes these days he didn’t even jump into action. Just a quick phone call to Leo asking if he should join in, and when Leo would say “We’ll call for backup if we need it,” Donnie would leave it at that. 

He likely quit getting as involved for the same reason Raph did, they had kids to think about now. 

But despite all of that, if he did go on a mission and Jason insisted on helping, Donnie usually didn’t object this harshly. 

“What is going on?” Jason followed the softshell before he left the room to head up to the roof. “Why do you not want me involved?”

“Because you don’t need to be.” Donnie insisted. “You can keep taking care of things here at work.” 

“Haha, no.” Jason crossed his arms. “I can already see the kind of weapons that thing is packing. You think I’m going to get any work done while worry about you getting yourself blown up.” 

Donnie said something in response to that, but he spoke so quietly that Jason didn’t catch it.

“What?”

“Nothing,” Donnie shook his head. “We don’t have time for this. I need to meet my brothers and—”

“I’m going.” 

His husband flinched, shoulders going stiff. He almost looked frightened before his gaze shifted into a glare. “No you’re not. We are not arguing about this.”

Jason reeled back. “Excuse me? We are arguing about this. Since when did you suddenly decide you get to tell me what to do?”

Donnie looked at his watch and groaned. “I’m just trying to keep you safe. I’m your husband. It’s my job.” 

Jason barked out a laugh in spite of the rage in his chest. “I’m sorry? Are we seriously going to have this discussion after the week-long argument when I first decided to go out and help you on a mission?”

Donnie leaned toward him. “This is nothing like—”

He immediately shoved his palm against Donnie’s chin to make him stop talking. “Nothing like it? You’re using the same stupid argument. ‘Oh, I need to keep you safe.’ ‘Oh Jase you’re so tiny and fragile you’ll break if a stiff breeze blows by.’”

His husband snapped his head away, baring his teeth now. “That’s not what I said.”

“But it must be what you think. Tech armor isn’t enough to make you stop worrying. A giant ninpo dragon isn’t enough to make you stop worrying. I could probably find some potion of immortality and you’d still be freaking out if I got a papercut during combat.” 

“Yeah, because I don’t want you to get hurt. Is that not allowed?”

“And I don’t want you to get hurt.” Jason pointed at him. “Donnie, we talked about this. We talked about looking out for each other. Not just you shielding me from everything because doing that without thinking is how you end up—” 

“You’re the idiot who shields—!” Donnie’s outburst cut off in an instant. He even put a hand over his mouth, like he just said something he shouldn’t have. 

Jason blinked, searching his husband's face for answers or at least a clue. “What?” 

“Nothing, it’s nothing. I just—” Donnie took his hand. “Jase, you’ll be safer if you just stay here.” 

Jason narrowed his eyes. “You know something about this mech.” 

His husband avoided his gaze, not entirely a tell by itself, but the fact he also bit his lip was a sure sign he was hiding something. “Jase, please just trust me right now.”

“I find that a little hard when you aren’t telling me everything.” 

“I can’t right now. There isn’t time. Please just—”

Jason pulled his hand free and grabbed the collar of his husband’s coat. “Donnie.” 

The softshell swallowed. “Yes?” 

“If you want me to trust you, then trust me, and let me help you. Because I’m your husband. And it’s my job.” 

The tension steadily left Donatello’s shoulders and his expression softened. He reached up to once again take Jason’s hand, pulling it free from his coat. He studied it for a moment, fingers trailing over the wedding band, before bringing it up and kissing Jason’s knuckles.

“Okay.” The turtle sighed. “You win. Just please promise you won’t do anything reckless?”

Jason snorted and tugged free. He went to step around his husband so they could head for the stairs.  “I’m pretty sure that’s the lecture I have to give you every time we—” An arm around his stomach suddenly snatched him back. He would have been annoyed, but any frustration got replaced by shock when Donnie kissed him. 

Not a short one either. The turtle held him close, one hand cradling his head and the other on his back. Jason still had no idea what was going on, but still returned it. Because one, he’d almost never object to a kiss and two, maybe it’d ease some of Donnie’s anxiety. 

The kiss wasn’t enough apparently. Even when Donatello stopped he kept holding Jase, foreheads pressed together. “You know I love you, right?” 

“Yes, and I love you too, which is why I am absolutely not letting you tackle this without me. Got it?” 

Donnie smiled at him, but something about it looked achingly sad. “Yeah, got it. Now come on, we can’t waste anymore time.”

Jason expected his husband to put him down so they could walk to the stairs. Instead, Donnie just lifted him up higher and carried him out into the hall. Not exactly running, but still moving pretty fast.

“What? Hey. Put me down.” Jason tried to wiggle himself free.

Donnie finally gave him a genuine smile. “It’s faster if your scrawny little legs aren’t struggling to keep up with me.” 

“Excuse me?” Jason leaned back, trying to lift his leg. “These scrawny little legs are about to kick you in the face.” 

Donnie gently tossed him into the air before catching him again. 

Jason cursed. “I hope you know when we land I am pushing out onto the concrete.” 

“What, with your scrawny little arms?”

Jason smacked the side of his goggles. “Shut the fuck up!” 

Donnie just laughed and pulled him closer. “Love you too.” 

Jason sighed and resigned himself to being carried.

[creelmalfoylaufeyson69]

Oh fuck

Warnings: reader is In trouble

•••••••••••••••••••••••

She stood next to Nancy as Eddie climbs up the makeshift rope Dustin and Erica and Lucas had made

Eddie falls onto the mattress and was surprised at how fun that was

“Y/n it’s your turn” Steve says as Eddie now stood next to him

She was alone in the upside down now

“Oh fuck” she cursed and begins to look around

“You still haven’t figured it out?” The voice of Vecna asked her

She turns to face him

“I have, but Nancy hasn’t. Also you cursed the wrong person” she says and he then laughs

“No I didn’t” he says after he laughs

“What do you mean?” She asked him with her arms crossed now

“You betrayed me” he started and she was confused

“Dude I think you got me mixed up with someone else” she says and he frowns

“You don’t remember?” He asked her as the setting had changed to the lab

There was both young Henry Creel and young

Y/f/n

“I have question” Henry started and young Y/n smiles and then asked ‘what is it?’

“Will we be together no matter what happens in the future?” Henry asked her

Young Y/n starts to laugh at the question since she thought it was clear she didn’t plan on leaving his side any time sooner

“Of course!” She said after she had stopped laughing

Henry smiles

Tears started to leave her eyes now since she knew where this was going

“I’m sorry… but I just didn’t want you hurting all those children…” she says and soon Vecna was standing in front of her again

“It hurt me that you, out of all people would do such a thing” she adds and his hand was on her cheek now

He showed himself as a human instead of Vecna

She was in shock

“It’s too late to apologize now dear” he says as tears left her eyes

~ “holy shit Eddie please tell me you know her favorite song” Nancy says and Eddie responds with a ‘Of course I know her favorite song! I’ll be right back!’

And with that, Eddie was rushing over to his trailer house

Steve comes back into the upside down

“Steve no!” Dustin shouts and then looks at his other friends

“I’m not going down there” Erica says

“You don’t have too. We’ll wait for Eddie. And you can be on look out” Lucas says to his sister

Erica nods her head

“I’m definitely not going down there either. I’ll look out with Erica” Max explains and both the boys nodded their heads

~ “I’m not going to hurt you. I’d never do that too you” Henry says and she nods her head

Both of his hands were on her cheeks now

“I hurt you though” she says dad tears continue to leave her eyes

“And I’m glad you helped those children. I realized after dying that I’ll only kill those who aren’t children” he explains and she frowns

“Your still killing people though. You killed Jason’s girlfriend” she pointed out

“And Barb” he adds and then she scoffs

She removes his hands from her cheeks and went over to sit down

Once she was sitting down, she sighs

“You know Nancy blamed herself for her friends death, right?” She asked him

“Yeah I know” he says as he sat down next to her

She looks around the rainbow room

It was more creepy then when she was there in person

The rainbow on the wall was covered in blood and the games were destroyed

Kids toys were also broken

“You know I’ve moved on with someone who isn’t toxic, right?” She asked him as their eyes met

“Yeah I know. I just wanted to see you again” he says honestly

“To make me feel guilty about the promise and then to act like everything is okay between us? You did all of that on purpose to make like you again!” She says and he sighs

He turns back into Vecna and the setting changed to the Creel house

She stands up and so does he

“I thought you weren’t going to hurt me” she says as she begins to back up

“I thought the same with you, but here we are” he says as his hand goes onto her neck and she gets shoved to the wall

Tears started to leave her eyes

His other hand was in the same position it was when he got Max

“Please Henry…” she begs and he growls as a respond

~ Eddie enters the upside down and notices her floating

“Oh no, I’m not loosing you too” Eddie says as he begins to play his guitar

Y/n saw the exit

“That’s not going to save you love” Vecna says and she starts to remember the good times she’s had with her friends and her boyfriend

Her nose begins to bleed

“I’m sorry” she says as a invisible force helps her escape and brought Vecna away from her

He had gone through the walls the Creel house, and was currently unconscious

Her eyes and ears begin to bleed too

She begins to run over to where Eddie

“I’m coming Eddie!” She shouts at him and made it out of the Vecna spell

(I made that up btw)

When she saw Eddie again and with his guitar, it made her smile

“Holy shit baby, you’re bleeding out of your eyes!” Eddie says and she wipes her nose

“Come on, let’s get you out of here” Eddie says and she nods her head in agreement

Steve was staring at her in shock

“Well I didn’t know you were apart of the same project as El” Steve says and Y/n frowns as she nods her head

“She doesn’t like too talk about it, that’s why” Eddie says and Steve nods his head

They we’re all soon back in their world

“Holy shit I thought you died!” Robin says as they noticed the blood coming out of her eyes and ears

Their expression had softened and asked her if she wanted to talk about it

Y/n shook her head no and Robin nods their head

Y/n looks at Eddie

“If it wasn’t for Eddie I would’ve died” Y/n says and Eddie smiles

Eddie had felt proud of himself and of course Y/n was also proud of him

“Good job Eddie!” Robin says and they both hi fived

“I feel like we need to celebrate” Steve says and Y/n and Eddie looked at him

“But I’m a wanted man” Eddie points out

“Not with me around though” Y/n says and Eddie looks at her

“I like where this is going” Eddie says and she looks at him

~ so basically to summarize what’s about to happen, the whole town had found out the truth thanks to Y/n’s ability and so Eddie isn’t a wanted man anymore

The babysitter gang went out to celebrate while Max, Dustin, and Lucas all did their own thing

That’s it