#jason doesn’t believe him until he decides to look for himself

[tmmyhug]

batman canonically has a belt pouch with lollipops so i think stealing from the lollipop pouch is a time honored robin tradition

[dclovesdanny]

Something I will never get enough of is Danny killing the Joker. However, something I want to see more of, is Danny killing the Joker for Ellie.

Like, Jason and Danny are neighbors and they’ve been friends for a little while. Jason knows Danny has the 20 something year old mechanic with a six-year-old daughter who is an absolute gremlin. He really likes them both, and he might have a little crush on his neighbor.

Then when they are out at the park or something, the Joker attacks. The joker decides to grab a hostage and who does he grab, but this six year old girl who only seems to have one person who knows her, a scrawny 20 something person. She has dark hair and blue eyes and only person who seems to care about her is her older brother/possible father? Perfect bait for Batman.

He wasn’t counting on Danny being able to fight god for his family. He didn’t realize that Danny will do anything to protect his family, that, in his literal core, he is sworn to protect his people, no matter the cost. the joker did not realize that Danny loves Ellie enough to not only die (again) for her, but to kill for her.

The Joker doesn’t die to Batman, or in some big battle. The Joker dies to a man no one knew because the Joker kidnapped his daughter. The joker dies, because he forgot that not everyone has the same hangups about killing that Batman does. The Joker dies because he pushed a parent too far.

Jason is there during all of this. I think he’s either there as red hood, watching through the cameras, or there is Jason. All three of these have many different pros for various forms of angst.

If Jason is there as red hood, he’s probably with some of the batfamily, and they are holding him back from killing the Joker. They’re trying to figure out how to make it so that the joker won’t kill this little girl, and Jason is going feral because that is his kid. That is the little gremlin who lives next-door, who knocks on his door and treats him like a jungle gym. That’s his kid. When he sees Danny jump at the Joker, he’s going to have a straight up panic attack and he’s gonna get the guns ready, but he doesn’t need to.

If he’s there as Jason, I think the joker would also take him hostage. Jason Wayne, the brat who would get him a lot of money. Especially if the Joker knows that this was the second Robin, because this just means he can get two killed in one swoop. And Jason is trying to protect Ellie with everything in him, cursing himself for not bringing a gun with him and praying that this time Bruce isn’t too late. And he can see the pain in Danny’s eyes and he is so scared to lose this family he has. He praised to a God he doesn’t believe in this time, history won’t repeat itself.

I feel like it would be most painful, if he’s watching through cameras. He’s probably injured or in the middle of doing something for his civilian life . Maybe he’s even out of town, but turned the camera on to look out for the joker, and had a heart attack when he saw the little girl next-door being held by the Joker. This man is trying so hard to get there, breaking every traffic law, praying that he won’t be too late that this won’t be the same as his death. His trauma is excruciating, because this feels like when he was waiting for Bruce and Bruce not getting there until it was too late.

No matter which of these scenarios, he needs to see Danny snap and kill the joker. Maybe, in the camera scenario, it’s just this he arrives that he sees it. Either way, he needs to see the moment, the Joker dies at the head of a single father, and the parallel of Bruce and him and Danny and Ellie need to be very apparent. Because this time the dad wasn’t afraid to kill.

This is the moment I feel, Jason would fully acknowledge that he would do anything for these people. That these two neighbors of his have become his family. The moment he sees the two of them holding each other, and the jokers body at their feet, I guarantee you this man is fighting tooth and nail not to go over his red hood exposed them. if he’s Jason, he can run into hug them no problem, but if he’s red hood, he’s not going to be able to do that.

This man will fight with Batman if he even that should get in trouble for killing the Joker. He will threaten to never ever speak to Bruce ever again, will be ready to bribe the police into letting Danny go, we will race every camera footage out there of the event, will do anything for this family.

Later that day, he won’t have nightmares of the Joker for the first time in a while. He will be able to look at his family and rest easy, knowing that there’s no way that Joker can take them from him.

[dxxdhood]

good looking

pairing: jason todd x gn!reader

summary: jason comes home after patrol, and he looks so nice you can't help but suck him off.

tags: smut (18+), oral (m receiving), hair pulling, slapping, sub!jason todd, dom!reader, brat taming, teasing

wc: 1.2k

It’s dark out, raining hard enough to crack concrete when he finally walks in. Jason’s eyes face the ground as he takes off his jacket and utility belt, bundling them both up and dumping them in the laundry basket to deal with later.

“Hey, how was the patrol?” you call out from the kitchen, fixing up dinner for the two of you.

He trudges over to you, blood finally visible in splotches on his undershirt in the dim kitchen light. “Could’ve been worse.”

Looking him over, you force yourself not to dwell on how attractive he looks in his crime-fighting attire. None of the cuts he has seem too deep. Luckily, most of the blood doesn’t seem to be his own. “No excuse for me not to make it better.”

And even though he’s half turned away and fully trying to hide it, he smirks.

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Waiting in the bedroom for Jason usually never takes this long. You’ve already spent forever looking over every piece of the scenery, including Jason's bookshelf filled with novels he never has the time to read. Honestly, your impatience is making every second stretch out for longer than they need to. And even though you tried not to admit it earlier, you wanted to jump his bones the moment he walked in.

His hair was rain-slicked enough to where it curved across the back of his neck in half-curls, and water droplets ran down his cheeks following the strong line of his jaw.

He walks into the bedroom, then, deciding to finally make good on your promise. You run up to him, not even taking a second to admire him only clothed in a towel, and kiss him.

Jason takes a second to reciprocate. There’s always an undercurrent of insecurity when you initiate something with him, like on some level he can’t believe someone dishes out affection so easily. The thought has you kissing him harder, wrapping a hand around the back of his neck and into his hair, pulling gently at the strands.

Jason lets out a small sound, and you can feel the vibrations of it through your own body. You break away from the kiss, and he doesn’t have a moment to question it before you grab him by the hand and drag him to the bed.

“Glad to see you, too,” he snorts.

You don’t have the strength to shove him down, but you grip him by the shoulders and attempt to push him to the mattress. Jason, thankfully, takes the hint and lays himself down.

“You sure you don’t wanna eat dinner first? It smelled pretty good while I–” You crawl on top of him and kiss him deeply again, scratching your hands down his shoulders and biceps.

“I’ve been wanting you since you walked in,” you whisper into his ear, seeing his eyes widen from your peripheral vision. 

He exhales and wraps his hardened hands around your hips. “Well, shit, don’t let me stop you.”

You move down his body, now sitting on his thighs. He’s entirely laid out for you, only a towel to cover up his bottom half and he’s gorgeous. You run your hands across his pecs and abs, stopping to kiss at his nipples until he whimpers. Jason covers his mouth with a hand, but you grip it and pull it away, daring him with a gaze to try and stifle what you so badly want to hear. 

You pull the towel away, and sink down lower, head only inches away from his cock before you kiss down his v line and bite at his thighs.

“Holy shit–” he gasps, but you continue kissing up the inside of his thighs, getting dangerously close to his cock. Every time he thinks you’re finally going to lick at the base, you go back to lapping at the new bruises you’ve given him. You can tell it’s starting to turn him desperate by how he’s gripping the bed sheets hard enough to tear them, but he hasn’t begged for anything yet, so you continue teasing him.

“Jesus, baby, can you–” he cuts himself off in an attempt to swallow down another moan. Shame on him, didn’t you remind him already?

“Yes, Jason?” you ask sweetly, feeling up the muscles in his ass and thighs.

“Shit! Can’t you just touch me already?”

You respond by sending a hand up to grip harshly at his hair, sucking a particularly nasty bruise at the apex of one of his thighs. 

“Sorry, sweetie, I'm sensing a tone issue,” Hah, thank god you’re the one in control tonight, because you could tell Jason wanted to spank you for that one.

“Fuck! Please, baby, please touch me. I swear I’ll be g-good, just please–” And in response, you finally lick a stripe from the tip of his cock down to the base. 

Jason groans and fidgets, wrinkling the sheets, but you ignore him and begin swirling your tongue around his head. You get close to taking him in your mouth, your lips perched right at his dick, but whenever you sense his anticipation becoming too great, you go back to teasing him at the base or licking at his balls. 

Before Jason even has the time to beg again, you decide to take him all with no warning, and his hips immediately twitch up. You feel his tip tickling the back of your throat, but you shove his hips back down on the bed, and he whimpers at the harsh treatment.

You stare back up at him, and his eyes are so pretty. Watery and ready to spill over if you don’t start moving soon. You take pity on him and begin sliding up and down at an annoying slow pace. 

He sighs, but he places his hands against your head, scratching against your scalp. You reach a hand from his hips to rub at his nipple, and Jason’s body tenses as he lets out a curse, allowing you to go faster and rub your tongue against his sensitive vein.

“Ah! Fuck, please–” Jason begs, clearly unsure of what he’s even asking for, but his face is so tense, sweat mixing with water from the shower, and you know he needs a little something to push him over the edge. 

You slap his cheek and he moans loud enough for your neighbors to hear. Before he even realizes it himself, his cock starts to twitch and he cums in your mouth. 

He looks horrified for a moment, probably feeling like an asshole for not giving you a heads up, but you slide off of his dick, still making complete eye contact, and swallow right in front of him. 

You swear you see his eyes roll back in his head as he slams his head back down on the pillow.

“That’s was– Oh my god, that was–” you chuckle at how thoroughly you’ve broken him.

“Amazing, right?” you snuggle up next to him, kissing his cheek. “Now what about mine?”

[mysadcorner]

Hello. I like your writing! Do you have any headcannons of how the female reader does feel vulnerable and depressed when she thinks can't do more for Jason? And that maybe she's not good enough to be with him, because she's an ordinary girl without any outstanding superpowers and damn good looks.

Of course, if you want to use this idea. Thank you in advance.

Jason Todd x Civilian!Reader Headcanons

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It would be a tough situation when the two of you first get to know each other because you can clearly see that Jason is trying his best to keep certain things from you. Of course, due to him being a vigilante not being something that crosses your mind when you first meet you could think he’s keeping another relationship from you or just not being honest for whatever other reason you could imagine.

Before he’s actually honest with you and tells you about what he’s doing late at night or some of the shady conversations he seems to be having with the other people he knows (who he rarely lets you meet) his secretive nature would probably be something that upsets you a lot. It would most likely create distance in the relationship and could even push you away completely until he decides to be honest to you and feels like it’s safe for him to do so.

Being unable to join him when he’s on patrol or not knowing where he is or what he’s up to will leave you worrying about him a lot of the time. Which will also leave to quite a few upsetting conversations about your concerns for him. He wouldn’t give it up though, and through the stress it’s something you’d just have to tolerate before your mind eventually isn’t as stressed about his nightly activities.

Once he does introduce you to other vigilantes, his family, and every other kind of person he knows, there will still be a lot of things kept from you. He wouldn’t let you know what he’s up to completely or where he’s going to deal with specific criminals or villains. And occasionally he’ll stop conversations abruptly whenever he hears you enter the room just to keep details from you.

Jason’s out from all hours of the night a lot of the time, so wanting to go to bed together or have a cozy night in becomes an expectation of the past very quickly once you realise his routine. He tries to stay in with you for longer, but it doesn’t last long, so nights alone can get a bit lonely when he’s out until the early hours of the morning.

Obviously Jason get’s himself into danger very often, so for him it’s not surprising that he gets the occasional injury. This could be quite frightening when you first see the state he’s in, but after a while you’ll get used to seeing the bruises all over him and when his injuries are so severe he may not even come home (choosing to be patched up somewhere else so you don’t see the extent of his condition).

Jason doesn’t want you to feel inferior and will try his best to reassure you about being exactly what he wants and needs, but when you meet people like Kori or Artemis it’s a hard idea to believe. It leaves you questioning whether you’re enough for him, which you absolutely are, but when he’s surrounded by people with exceptional abilities it will leave you doubting and questioning the relationship altogether.

[preciousthingsareprecious]

Tumblr Fic List Part 1

Hi everyone! With AO3 currently down, I thought I'd remind you all that almost all of my fics are also available to read right here on Tumblr! For years I've had the habit of cross posting just about everything so if you're looking for a particular fic, you should be able to find it on good old Tumblr.

I tag all my fics with: Precious Posts so you can also use that to find anything newer I haven't added here yet.

This is all my older fics, from my Masterlist. When I get a little more time I'll do a part 2 with my newer stuff.

To Teach a Robin to Cook: Jason teaches Damian how to cook

Baby Bat Vs the Evil Librarian : Steph and Damian take a trip to the library

Grayson’s Guide to Robin Boys Movie Night (IMG): The list of rules Dick wrote for movie night

Guide to Robin Boys Movie Night (FIC): Dick decides to write some rules for movie night, the other Robins have opinions

Movie Night: The Mummy: Jason does not like bugs

Movie Night: Cheeto Bomb: Dick thinks Jason planted a Cheeto bomb in the DVD player. Jason insists otherwise.

Lost Boy: Tim’s mad at Damian (again) and takes a walk to cool off

Fireworks: The Batboys attend a fireworks show for the 4th of July and Jason has flashbacks. Angsty

Baby Teeth: Bruce notices that Damian has lost a tooth, and decides to play Tooth Fairy. Fluff pure and simple.

Talk Yourself Out of This One: Dick get’s kidnapped and is forced to wait for help to arrive.

Kidnapped With You: It’s all Jason’s fault. Or is it Damian’s? Either way both managed to get kidnapped and now have to get along until Batman arrives

Misplaced Mail: Tim decides to go to college and doesn’t tell the other Robin boys.

De-Aged Tim: Timmy gets shrunk down to a six year old and Damian has to help him get back to normal.

Magical Mix Up: Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian all get body swapped. Will they fight or get along long enough to fix things?

Lights Out: Jason finds himself in a situation when Tim passes out on him while his chest taser is still on

The Hunt: Bruce and Damian go on the search for a missing remote

Prank War: It’s Batboys vs Batgirls

Something in the Tea: Damian drinks hallucinogenic tea and can’t escape the visions of what he wishes his family would be like.

Party Chaos: Duke just wants to survive this party, unfortunately for him the rest of the Batboys are at the party and intent on causing trouble.

Trust: DickBat era fic where Damian gets into some trouble after a fight with Dick.

Karma: Damian’s got the hiccups so Dick tries to help him out on patrol.

Comfort Sweater: Damian get’s caught stealing one of Dick’s sweaters.

Play Lessons: Mindless Fluff as Dick and Dami play Cheese Viking together

Burdens: Written for Dynamic Duo Week 2016 day 6: Leave Me Alone

Discovery: Dick and Damian do a science experiment with Geodes

It’s Called a Hug: DickBat era. Damian doesn’t understand that hugs aren’t just a reward for good work.

Like Any Other Kid: Damian can’t stop having nightmares, finally he decides to go to his father for comfort.

Nightmares and Dreams: Bruce has a nightmare that Damian’s still dead and decides to check up on his son.

Cuffed: Dick and Tim end up handcuffed together and have to rescue Jason

Chosen: Based on a HC where Damian has trouble believing Bruce really wants him.

Album: Tim’s looking through one of his old photo album’s when Dick and JAson find him.

Father Time: Tired from the night before Bruce decides to stay in bed all day. His children decide he needs company.

Favorite Colors: While Dick and Damian are shopping for a new hoodie for Tim Damian makes an interesting purchase.

Lost Not Gone: My version of Damian’s reaction to Tim’s ‘death’

Super Sleepover: Jon sleeps over at the manor

Father Daughter Dance: Bruce and Cass go to the Ballet

Learning to Ride: Bruce teaches Jason how to ride a bike

Adoption: Alfred pushes Bruce to adopt Tim

If I Live to See the Dawn: Jason’s hurt and Damian’s got to get him home

Learning to Ask: Dick takes care of an injured Bruce

Heartbeats: Takes place between Batman Rebirth issues 16-17 and follows Bruce taking care of his kids

Target Practice: Damian and Steph play laser tag

Anxious Heart: Damian deals with some latent fear toxin, Bruce helps him out

Art Show: Tim runs into Damian while going to see one of his photos on display

Family Attire: Dick and Damian go clothes shopping. DickBats era

Unintended Consequences: In trying to hide his own illness Damian ends up getting Tim sick

Always Interesting: Cass buys a waxing kit and all the boys want to try it

Not a Burden: Tim gets hurt on patrol and doesn’t want to bother the family

With Love and Patience: Dick muses over taking care of Damian, there may also be suspenders involved. DickBats era.

Long Overdue: Jason offers to take Damian on patrol with him

Some Kind of Normal: Sometimes Bruce forgets just how young Damian is

Trapeze Training: Dick takes Damian out on the trapeze

Sick Day: Bruce is sick and Damian wants to make sure his father gets proper rest

Haunted Manor: Damian and Jon explore a haunting in the manor

Checking In: The batboys start to worry when Bruce is out of town and hasn’t contacted anyone in a while

Preserved Heartache: Damian sees a video of his own death

Hugs and Cookies: Dick brings a ‘get-along’ rug for the holidays

Like Old Times: Bruce and Dick on a stakeout

Safety Net: Snapshots of Damian learning to trust Dick

Irritating: Damian picks on Dick

This Stupid Family: First person pov. Jason’s little brother’s realize he too is a little brother and act accordingly.

Then and Now: Bruce dealing with Jason’s death juxtaposed with the family now

In Charge: Jason and Bruce make lunch while Alfred is out. Robin!Jason

A Little Craft Project: Damian asks Babs for help cheering Dick up

A Bad Night and Good Tea: Bruce can’t sleep, thankfully Alfred’s there to help

To Pass Through this Night: Dick died during Forever Evil. His brother’s find out and help him deal with it.

Faking It: Damian fakes being sick, Dick reacts to it. DickBats Era

Dreams of Wires: Damian’s feelings on the chip his mother put in his spine

Don’t Get Sentimental: Tiger takes care of Dick

Robin in the Batcave with the Rope: Damian get’s kidnapped by the Riddler and Scarecrow and forced to play clue

Breathe In Breathe Out: Damian gets buried, Dick worries Part 1 2 3

This Weight Off Of Your Shoulders: Damian gets sick, Alfred takes care of him

After Everything We’ve Seen: Dick finds Damian curled in the corner of the couch

Bone Tired: Dick is tired, Bruce is there to help him out

Just to See You: Temporary blind Damian, Big brother Dick

You Won’t Wake Up Alone: Dick knows he’s about to die, he just doesn’t want to do it in front of his little brothers Part 1 Part 2

First Breath After A Coma: Dick ruminates on his death, Damian’s, and all the terrible things that have been happening lately. Angst, no fluff

Your Job or Mine: Bruce gets hurt, Dick takes care of him

New to This: Dick’s getting used to his new busy life, and learning to take time for Damian

Accustomed to Standing Alone: The first time Damian’s kidnapped as a civilian

Bleeding Heart: Damian finds a dying doe and sits with her, Dick helps take care of the rest

Sun Spot: A lazy day with Dick and Damian

Of Baskets and Braids: Dick can’t sleep so he goes to find Bruce, and they get lost watching Youtube videos

As the Years Go By: Dick is growing up, and Bruce isn’t really sure how to deal with it.

A Bird in the Hand: Damian gets turned into a robin…for real. Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Those Days We Miss: After Damian picks a fight with Dick, he ends up kidnapped and pretty sure no one is going to come for him.

Stay Here, With Me: Damian gets soaked on patrol, and as a result he ends up sick. Rest and medicine should help, but Damian finds himself getting worse and worse. Thankfully he’s got Bruce (and later Dick) to help sort things out.

You Always Bring Me Home: When Batman is caught by an explosion he calls the person who can always find him, Alfred.

The Care and Yeeting of Robins: Bruce comes home to find Jason in his bed. Jason refuses to move, so Bruce does what he has to in order to stand his ground and decides sleeping on the floor is the only option.

Flash/Prompt Fics:

Damian and Tim: That’s Not a Dog

Dick, Damian, and Cass: No, no, it’s okay, I’ll be your bridge. You can walk all over me

Damian and Dick: I stabbed my last twelve brothers. Why should you be different?

Jason and Steph: Not only am I a late bloomer, I’m late for everything

Young Dick: Not only am I a late bloomer, I’m late for everything

Steph and Damian: I stabbed my last twelve brothers; why should you be any different?

Tim and Damian: Would you mind not setting my stuff on fire every time you get angry

Older!Damian: I find this to be highly illogical, incredibly ridiculous, and absolutely irresistible. Let’s play

Damian and Alfred the Cat

Tim and Damian: Damian attempts to irritate Tim

Tim and Jason: Tim’s tired and saying weird things

Batman Voice: Damian’s got a ‘Batman voice’ and it comes out at the best of times

Shrunken Sweater: Bruce’s sweater has shrunk to the perfect size

Being Sick is Stupid: Robin Dick and Bruce fluff and minor sick fic

Damian gets tricked into sleeping

Dick and Damian angst-fluff

Long Fics:

Super City: Damian and Jon on an adventure in Metropolis

Losing You: Dick loses his memories of Damian and the two try to deal with it while going after the villain responsible (plus Tim and Jason get to help)

Finding Us: The sequel to Losing You. Explores Jason and Tim’s relationship to the Batfam

[slasherstories123]

Hello there! I have a request on how Jason would react to a gn!s/o who Can see ghosts! His s/o doesn’t tell him bc they are too scared his would be creeped out. But they finally tell him while watching a movie together and his s/o then tells him that a particular ghost keeps following him (his mother) (Also his s/o Can see them and communicate with them)Basically his reaction and just a very fluff request:)

I see her

paring: Jason Voorhees x reader

Word count: 790

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No one believed you when you said you could see ghosts. They’d look at you like you were crazy or smile and pretend to be interested in what you said. But you could see right through them. When you met Jason, you never told him about you being able to see ghosts thinking it’ll creep him out. Or maybe that he wouldn’t care. You kept it to yourself in hopes of not bothering him with something so stupid that could mean nothing to him.

The first time you saw a ghost in Camp Crystal Lake was when you first got there wanting to camp by yourself to get away from the outside world. You saw a woman in a light brown sweater with light blue jeans, and short blonde curly hair who would watch you from afar. You’d wave and try to communicate but she’d walk away or stare until you’d have to look away from her intense gaze. When you met Jason, she began to follow you and you’d try your best to not acknowledge her presence along with the other spirits you’d see along the cabins or by the lake.

Sometimes you couldn’t sleep without having a feeling that a spirit was watching you. Whenever you’re alone you’d try to communicate with the woman, but she never says anything. But she’d follow Jason a lot too. You know about Jason being a killer, but you’d never expect a victim to follow their killer everywhere. You and Jason decided to take a walk around the forest, walking hand in hand while looking at different plants and animals.

You felt at peace for once, until the woman came back. She was on the other side of Jason, she could see and feel ehr presence and it made you squeeze on Jason’s hand. It made Jason stop to look around since he saw your discomfort. “No Jace I’m fine,” You said while patting his arm to make him focus his attention on you. “No one’s here to hurt us. It’s okay.” You then squeezed his hand in reassurance.

You could tell he didn’t want to believe you but let it be when you squeezed his hand, continuing the walk down the forest. When you got back to your shared cabin a nervous pit rested in your stomach. Feeling the need to say something to him about the ghost that’s been following you. As you two were watching a movie you decided to speak up.

“Jason, there’s something I need to tell you.” You watched as his blue eyes stared down at you, wondering what you had to say. “There are two things. One, I can see spirits.. Or ghosts as people call it. I see them a lot in this forest. I can communicate with them too and some aren’t.. Necessarily happy with me here,” Jason’s eyes widened at your confession. Grabbing your hand as a way of comfort as you spoke which made you feel at ease. “Thank you, Jason, but the second thing is… I keep seeing a woman. She’ll follow me around but will tend to follow you the most.” The giant man tilted his head in confusion. You began to describe her features, and that’s when his eyes widened again. Pointing at himself. “She’s.. Related to you in a way?” He nodded.

You sat there, thinking how they could be related, it then hit you like a pile of bricks. The only way for Jason to all of a sudden become this sedimental is if it was his mother. “She’s..your mother?” He nodded.

It made sense given the backstory and urban legend of the Camp Crystal Lake killer. His mother was the first person to ever die, and he witnessed it. “Your mother watched us every time we were together Jason, and when you went on a hunt for victims I’d see her leave and follow you. She’s standing right by you.” Jason held your hand tighter with his head hung low. You placed your other hand on top of his at the sight of his mother standing by him. Hugging the big giant she called her son. Smiling at you for the first time since you’ve been there.

You gained his mothers trust. Since she’s not here. She counts on you to protect him, and to make him happy. She said a sentence that she wanted you to say to Jason.

“Jason, she says she loves you. She loves you so much and is glad to still see you alive. She’ll always watch over you too.” His masked forehead pressed against yours in a soft gesture that you couldn’t help but smile too. Holding one of his hands, movie being long forgotten.

[petite-phthora]

His Dark Roast-- what now?

[DP x DC fic]

[Love at first... murder? - part 8]

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Tim doesn’t take his eyes off of the monitor in front of him as he takes another sip of his Dark Roast MonsterBull, AKA his beautiful homemade concoction of dark roast coffee, Monster, and Red Bull.

The taste truly isn’t that bad, and easy to ignore. The caffeine is the main benefit of it anyway. Though he’s contemplating experimenting with it again by adding some Mountain Dew sometime to give it some more… kick.

After Tim maybe not so accidentally spilled the beans on Jason, he decided to leave the Bats to chasing him around while Tim got the hell out of dodge before Jason found out who discovered his date and snitched on him to the rest.

It’s Tim’s fault for telling them, yes, but he’d still prefer to live, thank you very much.

And so Tim had made his way back to the cave, claiming to be exhausted and that he was ‘trying to be responsible by going to bed at a decent time, for once’.

Besides, he’d clearly need to be well-rested to be able to help out in the case and find the Joker.

…

Yeah, he saw the looks he got and he wouldn’t have believed himself either.

But hey, it worked.

Once he’d gotten back, Tim wasted no time in making himself his Dark Roast MonsterBull before getting behind the monitor of the bat computer and starting his research on the guy Jason took on a date.

After briefly updating his will real quick, you know, just in case. Which is not ‘wasting time’

However, what Tim hadn’t been expecting was the challenge it actually took to find anything useful on the guy.

He started by going through the cams of the apartment building, restaurant, observatory, and their surroundings in an attempt to get a clean shot of the guy, which he had unfortunately forgotten to take with a picture camera earlier when he was still following Jason.

But when he went through the footage, everything was corrupted.

Every single audio and video file of the cameras in the vicinity of Jason and his date was overcome by static and distortion up until the moment when they were fully offscreen and a few hundred meters away, at which point the files went back to normal and were completely fine.

Either one of them has some kind of really good signal jammer on them, or the dude is great at hacking and covering the tracks of having tempered with the files, or the dude’s a meta with some awfully convenient powers.

Tim tried fixing the footage for a while before giving up on it. Since the footage was clearly a bust, he had made the decision to go about getting more information another way.

He knew where the guy lived, as he’d seen where Jason had led him out of the window, and he had a vague description of his appearance from having seen him from afar. Besides that, apartment buildings usually register their residents.

And so Tim hacked into the apartment’s system with ease and pulled up the residents’ information. After filtering through the data by only looking at residents who live on the correct floor and who loosely match the guy’s description, Tim managed to find something.

His name is Daniel Fenton. He’s 20 years old and he has no registered meta status. His previous residence was in some obscure city named Amity Park which is located in Illinois. He moved into his apartment just about a week ago.

He is currently unemployed and has a scholarship at Gotham University. Rent is paid through autopayment from a bank account in his name, though the account is also linked to one… Vlad Masters?

After noting down that interesting piece of information, Tim moves on to Daniel’s school records, which don’t seem to be all that interesting. He majors in aerospace engineering and minors in both astronomy and astrophysics, which might be why Jason took him to the observatory.

So Jason has either known the guy for a while, or he also did his research on Daniel like Tim is doing. Or both, which is just as likely.

Besides that, Daniel uses he/him pronouns and his ICE contact is his sister, Jasmine Fenton, who has recently gained her doctorate in psychology, becoming Dr. Jasmine Fenton.

She recently moved to Gotham City as well, though she lives in a different apartment building, and has applied for a position in Arkham Asylum as one of the psychologists there.

After reading that, Tim had wished her a mental good luck as if she was a soldier getting sent off to war.

After going through the school records, Tim started searching around for some of their social media accounts.

However, he did not end up getting anything due to any and all pictures and videos of Daniel or any of his old city’s residents sending out error messages and ending up being endless loading screens.

Seeing that he wasn’t getting anywhere through social media, Tim instead decided to just go for the obvious and look up the city of Amity Park in itself. However, that’s the moment Tim ran into a huge firewall.

Which is what he’s currently still inspecting.

Not one to back down from a challenge, and actually intrigued by the firewall, Tim tries to break through. It seems to be pretty easy at first.

Thinking like that is his first mistake, he notes as he hits a wall.

The second mistake he made is apparently not accounting for self-writing code that will learn from hacking attempts and proceed to patch up and reinforce any discovered gaps along the way.

Undiscouraged, Tim tries again.

And again.

And… again.

He’s stumped…

It’s almost like the code is… for a lack of better word, living…

Tim startles out of his reverie when hands slam down on the desk in front of him and another pair takes his Dark Roast MonsterBull from his hands. He looks up and makes eye contact with none other than Dick, who is still in his Nightwing costume.

Looking behind him, he notices Steph holding his mug and smiling sweetly. She unsubtly tries to take a sip from it only to end up on the floor, gagging and practically coughing her lungs out.

Tim, unconcerned, turns away at her strained “Oh my God, this is horrible! How are you still alive?”

She’ll be fine, he decides.

He looks around to see everyone back in the cave, most likely having just arrived back from the patrol. Most don’t pay him any mind, discussing something amongst themselves. Duke notices and gives him a small wave though, which Tim returns.

He looks back at Dick when he starts speaking again and oh, the does not like what that smile implies.

“So Timmy, I need you to tell me everything. Pretty please?”

Oh boy.

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[gatorbites-imagines]

A Batfam request you say?

How about a Jason Todd x artist male reader hurt/ comfort?

I feel like Jason feels pretty lowly about his own appearance, when it comes to all the scars on his body, reminders of what happened.

His boyfriend ( Reader) just out of nowhere asks if he could draw Jason, Of course Jason would ask why.

And the reader just replies with something like, 'You may not see much, but when I look at you, I see my whole world and future'.

Jason Todd x male reader

Headcanons

I’ve always found it kinda romantic and sweet when you see those scenes in movies with scenarios similar to this, so I had to write it the moment I saw it hehe.

-          I agree that Jason most likely has some body image issues, I also think he’s self-conscious about the stretch marks I believe he has, as growing a lot of muscle over a short period of time creates stretch marks. He would most likely also have stretch marks since he was so tiny as a kid but is so big now.

-          Jason also has some scars on his head, though they are mostly covered by his hair, from the time the Joker decided he needed to bust his head open with a crowbar.

-          Jason acts like he isn’t self-conscious as he doesn’t see it as a valid reason to be feeling bad, I mean, he’s alive and healthy, mostly, so he has no reason to dislike his body, right?

-          You notice it after a while though, in the way Jason always covers up in long sleeved and baggy shirts, hoodies or jackets. How he always avoids looking at mirrors for too long or how he works out at home because he can’t take seeing himself in the gym mirrors.

-          You have caught him many times poking and looking at his body when you’re sitting and sketching, how he will lift his pec and let it drop just to look at the scars and stretch marks.

-          You’ve caught him more than once staring at himself in the mirror when he finally stands in front of one, and looking disgusted with himself as he runs his hands all over the scars and other marks that litter his body.

 -          You have always drawn Jason, he’s your muse, how could he not be? Hes so beautiful in your eyes, every part of him from his eyes to his kissable lips, to his scarred hands and muscular thighs, he is like an Adonis figure to you.

-          Most of your drawings of Jason have just been small personal sketches though, when he’s sat on the couch with the sun hitting him just right, or sketches of him from behind as he bends down just a little to cook.

-          You are almost embarrassed to admit just how many pages in your sketchbook Jason covers, you haven’t shown him since you know it would make him flustered and make him feel embarrassed.

-          But as times passed you’ve tried to think of ways to make Jason see himself in the light you see him, as the handsome man he really is even if Jason himself doesn’t see it.

-          You’ve tried compliments and flirting, or hugging him and kissing his hands and shoulders muttering about how much you love them. Jason never takes it to heart though and you can tell.

 -          It’s a normal day when you return home to find Jason sitting on your shared bed in nothing but a towel, still slightly damp from a shower, his hair slicked back so it’s pushed out of his face.

-          Hes sitting with his hands fisted in his lap, his fists almost shaking as he stares down at his body. When you first step into the room you can’t see the expression on his face, but as you get nearer you can see his eyes are wet.

-          Making your way over you try to reach for him and ask if he’s okay, but Jason almost flinches back from your touch like he’s scared of it.

-          It ends up with you sitting down beside him and not touching him since it seems to put him on edge and make him feel worse. Its silent between the two of you until you finally ask what’s wrong and tell him you won’t judge him.

-          Jason’s never been much for talking about emotions, but you both decided communication is very important in your relationship, so he ends up confessing how he feels about his body somewhat, telling you he hates his scars and stretch marks and how they make him feel like a monster.

 -          You take his hand in yours after hesitating a little, and when he doesn’t pull away you lock your fingers with his and life his hand, turning it so you can kiss the back of it. You may have an idea that’ll help at least a little.

-          When Jason looks at you ask if you can draw him, really draw him, not just sketches and the likes.

-          Jason’s always loved your art, but he’s never let you sit down and truly draw him, so he doesn’t know what to say when you ask. You tell him that you want to show him how beautiful he really is to you, and though he hesitates Jason ends up agreeing because what could the harm be, and it might distract him from how he’s feeling about his body.

-          Jason moves further up the bed and gets into a comfortable position, whilst you find a chair so you can sit back and get a full view of him. Hes still just wearing the towel and though he looks slightly uncomfortable with the situation, you can also tell he wants to do this with you.

-          You get to work drawing him in one of your high-quality sketchbooks, really putting in the work to show on paper just the kind of man Jason is, and as time passes Jason seems to relax more and more until he’s comfortable on the bed.

 -          When you finish your drawing a few hours later, the two of you having spent the time just talking and listening to music, you get up and crawl up the bed to him, holding your sketchbook to your chest.

-          Laying down beside him you ask if he’s ready, and though his anxiety about his appearance seemed to have come back somewhat he agrees.

-          When you flip the sketchbook to show him, he almost doesn’t recognize himself at first. What you’ve drawn looks nothing like him if you asked Jason, the man you’ve drawn is handsome and muscular, his scars and stretch marks seeming to only make him look even more handsome.

-          Jason is silent for a while, just taking in the art you drew, until you quietly tell him this is how you see him. That’s when the tears from before gather in his eyes again and for a moment you fear you’ve made him cry, until he turns his head and tucks it into your chest.

-          Your sketchbook ends up somewhere to the side as you hug him, kissing the top of his head as he cries silent tears into your chest. Letting him get it all out, you wait with bated breath as he pulls back, face flushed and damp from tears, still fearing you did something wrong.

-          That’s when Jason tells you no one has ever seen him as beautiful as that, that you make him so happy, and he can’t ever figure out what to do with the fluttering you give him in his chest.

-          That’s when Jason leans in and kisses you, a kiss full of love and passion, trying his hardest to express just how he feels about you. After this the two of you cuddle, holding onto each other as if the other would drift away if you let go.

-          Jason still feels self-conscious about his body, but maybe it isn’t so bad when you seem to love him so much.

[jasontoddsgaythoughts]

Okay back to our regularly unscheduled programming of “The Batfamily as a Sitcom” part two. *end commercial break*

After Cass’ and Jason’s plan fails they enter a four person group chat where they plan a way for Jason and Cass to sneak into the guest rooms without seeing Bruce. Cass tries first but is stopped by Alfred when he knocks on her door to deliver the ballet shoes she left in another room, and to tell her how proud she is that she’s putting herself out there romantically. Jason tries second but Alfred shows up to request they cook breakfast together the next morning, so Jason can show off to Rose and so Alfred can spend quality time with his grandson. As Alfred leaves he notifies Jason that he will be checking in with the rest of the family before going to bed, so Jason texts the group chat that they’ll probably have to wait until Alfred’s done before they can sneak out.

Ten or so minutes later, like a true sitcom, the plan changes to Rose and Kyle sneaking out for a minimal reason like Cass and Jason are too comfortable to move now. Rose tries sneaking out first, but is interrupted when Alfred walks in to offer more blankets and/or a tea before going to bed. Rose appreciates the hospitality but tries her best to get rid of the older man. When Alfred does leave she texts the group chat that it might take a while because Alfred’s still not in bed, and she assumes he’ll check on Kyle next. Kyle doesn’t try to even leave the room, instead he tucks himself into bed believing playing along with Alfred’s nightly visit and looking less suspicious would get him to leave faster. When Alfred enters he raises a brow at Kyle’s relaxed attitude. Instead of being warm like he was with the Batkids and Rose, Alfred gives Kyle the most intense shovel talk of his life and takes the blankets Kyle is already using under the excuse of them being dirty so Kyle will probably need new ones. Needless to say after thirty minutes of waiting Alfred just never returns.

When Kyle complains about his lack of covers to the group chat, the girls ignore him and suggest now is the perfect time to sneak out. With none of them planning anything solid now, they all sneak out at the same time, only for all four to run into Alfred who was waiting patiently for this moment. Instead of trying to lie to him, they come clean about their plans, and this is the cheesy sitcom moment of “You gotta tell your father the truth yada yada, master Jason and miss Cassandra you’re college students now you should be able to talk to your dad yada yada, yes he can be stubborn but he cares about you yada.”

And next morning when they confess at breakfast Bruce is upset, but he understands where they’re coming from after Alfred intervenes by bringing up Bruce’s own sleep over experiences. Bruce agrees to give them more freedom and trust, but the moment comes to a halt when Tim, who is still in a half sleep state, says he thought B was cool with that considering Dick is dating a red head and they sleep over all the time. And as if on cue Dick comes down for breakfast followed by Barbara, Kori, Roy, and Wally who all slept over last night. Cass, Rose, Jason, and Kyle decide they should get breakfast somewhere else as soon as Bruce’s eye starts to twitch… and end of the episode! This episode was not filmed in front of a live studio audience.

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[eddievanhammettmunson]

You’re Enough.

Eddie Munson x female reader.

Author's note- Hello my little Demobats. How’s everyone doing? I was not doing well when I wrote this but I’m better now, probably because I wrote it so enjoy.

Warnings- violence, angst, fluff, lock picking?Jason Carver cause he really needs a warning. Mentions of injury and descriptions. Angst with a happy ending.

Summary- after a fight with Jason, Eddie begins to wonder if he’s good enough for you. Luckily you’re there to let him know he’s good enough.

Eddie Munson has always had a hard life. From the day he was born until the day he found himself getting the shit beat out of him by Jason Carver and his gaggle of goons from the basketball team.

Now getting beat up by Jason and these assholes was nothing new to Eddie. What was new was the reason why. Eddie and you had started dating a few months ago. Now you weren’t any cheerleader or town princess but to the looks of it you were definitely out of Eddie’s league. At least that’s what everyone seemed to think.

And Jason wouldn’t let Eddie forget it. For some reason today Jason just wouldn’t let it go. Everytime he passed Eddie in the hall he would spit out heinous words such as “freak” and “loser” and all around horrible things to remind Eddie of his place at this school.

Every Time you saw it happen you would go up and give Eddie a big ol kiss that everyone could see. You wanted everyone to know that you were Eddie Munsons girl and that wasn’t about to change because of some jerks.

Today like any other day when Eddie was heading to his van after hellfire alone that’s when Jason decided to jump him. Beating him senseless punch after punch. Eddie thought his lungs were going to give out from how hard they were kicking him on the ground. He’d done great fighting back at first but when it’s 1 against 4 you don’t stand much of a chance.

Eddie kept trying to fight back on the ground and at least shield himself as Jason began to speak through his punches.

“You’re never gonna be good enough for her you know”

Another kick to the stomach.

“You live in a trash ass trailer park”

A punch to the face.

“Don’t you think a girl like her deserves better than you?”

One last kick to the face.

“If I were you I'd let her go. She deserved more from life than what you’re gonna offer her, freak”

Jason spat on Eddie one last time before nodding his head and signaling for his friends to leave.

Eddie stayed on the ground for a while. Nothing was broken from what he could tell but he knew he probably looked like hell. Eventually he picked himself up and went home. Cleaning himself up and getting ready for bed despite Wayne’s protests that Eddie should eat. Eddie didn’t feel hungry.

Eddie didn’t feel much of anything at the moment. Normally Eddie could take people's words like it was nothing. He’d been called a freak his whole life and it meant nothing. But what Jason said to him today was eating away at him.

What if this is all he could offer you in life? What if he never made it big as a rockstar and all he could offer you was this trailer park life with a guy who couldn’t even graduate high-school who plays D&D with a bunch of teenagers? Eddie hadn’t said it yet but he was madly in love with you. And Jason’s words stung so much because Eddie does believe deep down. That you deserve more than him. More than what he can offer you in life.

Eddie didn’t sleep that night. Instead he stared at the ceiling. He debated. Was it better to let you go? He couldn’t stand the idea of it. The idea of living his life without you. But what if that’s what you needed? What if he was holding you back from everything you deserve. He contemplated ways to get better.

He thought of leaving corroded coffin. Dedicating all his time to studying and then maybe settling on a trade school or picking up more hours down at the auto shop. Despite all of this and all of these debates, Eddie doesn’t sleep that night. So he decides it’s best not to go to school in the morning.

****

Arriving at school you immediately notice Eddie’s van is nowhere to be seen. You continue to class hoping Eddie just slept in or was late. But as each hour ticked by and you didn’t see your boyfriend in the halls you knew he wouldn’t be there today. That was odd considering he always called you to tell you if he wasn’t going to be there.

Thinking about it now a lot of things were off. Eddie hadn’t even called you last night to tell you how things went after hellfire. So at lunch you made your way to the hellfire table to investigate.

As you sat down you saw everyone there except for Eddie. Sitting down you turn your attention to Gareth.

“Gareth, have you heard from Eddie today?”

Gareth set his sandwich down and turned to face you.

“Nope. Haven’t seen him since he left hellfire last night.”

“Did he seem okay after hellfire?”

“Well we had a pretty sick campaign so I don’t know why he wouldn’t be.”

“I think I’m gonna go check on him. I’ll see you guys later though okay?”

You said your goodbyes to the club and grabbed your bag as you made your way out of the cafeteria. As you approached the door you were stopped by Jason Carver blocking your path.

“How’s the freak?”

“Move it jason”

You attempt to step around him but he slides in front of you once more.

“Just figured after last night he could use his girl after the beating he took.”

Your stomach automatically twisted and your heart fell to the floor. You prayed that Eddie was alright.

“What the fuck did you do to him Carver.”

Jason did nothing but smile and begin to saunter over to his table. You weren’t having it so you stuck your foot out and tripped him. Jason fell face first and hit his eye on the corner of a lunch table. You stepped over his body and made your way out of the cafeteria in a rush.

You made your way to each of Eddie’s classes and picked up his homework and assignments and then decided to skip the rest of the day to go check on him. Making your way to your vehicle you speed out of the parking lot without a care. If Eddie was hurt you needed to go see him.

***

Arriving at Eddie’s trailer you see his van but not Wayne’s. You walk up to the door and knock but receive no answer. You can’t hear any music playing inside and your worry begins to grow.

You go back to your car and rummage through your bookbag until you find two Bobby pins that you manipulate and reshape before walking back up to the trailer door. You get on your knees and it takes a few minutes because you’re rusty but you get the door open with relative ease.

Walking into the trailer it’s eerily quiet and that makes you worry more. There’s no music playing, no guitar strumming, no insanely loud horror movies playing. Nothing. You make your way down the hall to Eddie’s room and you knock one but receive no answer. You knock a second time and there’s still no answer. You turn the knob anyways and enter.

Upon entering the room you’re relieved and also still worried. There is Eddie curled in the fetal position shirtless on his bed with his Walkman on his ears blaring music. That would explain why he didn’t hear the knocking.

The part that worried you was that you couldn’t even see his face yet but you could see the trail of cuts and bruises that trailed up and down his torso. A mix of fried crimson and deep purple all across his body.

As you rounded the bed and came face to face with him he jumped. He wasn’t even asleep, he was just laying there with his eyes open staring ahead of him. Upon seeing you he jumps up quickly and tears the Walkman off his head. Standing in front of his bed looking at you.

“What are you doing here?” He doesn’t sound angry. Just genuinely confused to see you.

You don’t hear his question however. You’re staring at all of him. Taking in his fat lip, bruised eye, cut nose, cut cheek, the dried blood from his ear, the bruises that went all around his torso and arms. You were devastated to see him. So much so that you could feel tears welling in your eyes.

“E-Eddie, I’m so sorry.”

He looked at you confused as he stepped forward.

“Pretty girl, what on earth are you sorry for?”

Once he was close enough you reached out a shaky hand to cup his face as gently as you could but he moved away from you. It hurt because all you wanted to do was hold him. Maybe he actually blamed you for this too.

“Eddie, I'm so sorry that they did this to you. It’s all my fau-“

“Don’t.”

“What?”

“Don’t do that y/n. Don’t blame yourself for what those assholes did to me.”

You step closer and try to take his face in your hands once again but he steps back further. You huff. Annoyed now.

“Eddie please I’m sorry. I just want to make sure you’re alright.”

“You don’t have to y/n. I’m fine. I think you should go actually.”

“What?”

“You don’t have to waste your time taking care of me seriously baby I’ll be fine.”

The tears start streaming down your face and you don’t make an effort to hold them back.

“Why? Why don’t you want me to take care of you?”

As soon as you started crying Eddie felt terrible. He doesn’t know why you’re crying but he feels guilty nonetheless. He steps forward and cups your face. Bringing his thumbs up to wipe your tears but just as he had done to you as soon as he gets close enough, you back away.

“No Eddie. Why don’t you want me to take care of you? I’m sorry okay I’m sorry they did this to you. How can I make this better? I'm sorry.”

Eddie sighed and put his hands over his face as he sat back down on his bed. He doesn’t look at you and instead fiddles with the rings on his fingers.

“Baby it’s not like that. I don’t blame you for what happened to me, I promise.”

“Well then what is it? I want to take care of you. Please let me.”

He sighs “you shouldn’t have to take care of me sweetheart.”

“Why not?”

“I'm supposed to take care of you baby.”

“I don’t need to be taken care of right now. You do. And when I do need to be taken care of, you do take care of me. So let me.”

You step forward and get close to the edge of the bed and Eddie scoots over to make room for you next to him.

You remove his hands from his face and hold his hands in your own.

“Eddie, please talk to me. What’s going on? What happened last night?”

He still doesn’t look at you but he looks down at your intertwined fingers and decides to ask you a question.

“Y/n. If this is all I could offer you in life. Like this trailer. This park. This kind of life. Would you hate me for it?”

You remove one of your hands from his and bring it up to his face. Cupping it and making him look at you.

“Eddie, why are you asking me this?”

“Baby can you please just answer my question first.”

You look into his eyes and you know this question means a lot to him. That this question is all or nothing.

You maintain eye contact and cup his face with both of your hands as you speak.

“Eddie Munson. You listen and you listen good. I don’t care if we are homeless on the street living under a bridge together. I don’t care if we’re in a multimillion dollar mansion in Hollywood. I don’t care if we live in this trailer eating Mac n cheese on this shitty mattress sharing with your uncle for the rest of our lives. You’re it for me. You’re enough. In fact you’re more than enough. The love you make me feel is more than I could ever ask for. I love you Eddie.”

Eddie doesn’t know when he started crying but he is. Not loud crying. Just quiet sniffles as tears streamed down his face and he held his hands over yours where they cupped his face. You leaned in and pressed a kiss to his nose before enveloping him into a hug as you stroked his hair.

“Eddie. What’s going on my sweet boy? What happened? Please talk to me?”

Eddie pulled back from you gently and just looked at you. With his big brown soft eyes he looked at you and gave a faint smile as he brushed some hair out of your face and tucked it behind your ear.

“Jason and his assholes caught up with me after hellfire last night. Beat me up and told me just how much I don’t deserve a girl like you. Guess I may have started to believe them a little bit.”

You sigh and shake your head.

“Those assholes don’t know anything eddie. They certainly don’t know anything about you or me or our relationship. If you’re feeling like that again please just talk to me. Please.”

He rested his forehead against yours and left a tender kiss on your lips.

“You’re it for me too, you know that. All night I thought of ways to be better for you. To be enough. I know you already think I am and I love you for that. But I really am going to work harder. I’m gonna graduate and I’m gonna be a rockstar and I’m gonna buy you anything you want baby cause that’s what you deserve. You deserve everything my sweet girl. I love you too.”

“You’re gonna do anything you put your mind to Eddie. I believe in you. So if you really wanna do this I did happen to pick up your homework before coming over here. I can stay and help you if you want.”

“Well princess that would be just lovely.”

As you and Eddie worked on your homework together Eddie managed to keep a slight smile on his face almost the entire night despite how much his face hurt. Not only did you tell him you loved him. But you let him know that he was in fact. Enough.

[phoenixinthefiles]

The first official entry of my Talia and Bruce “Healthy” Divorce au (otherwise known as “HEALTHY”)

inspired by this post I made

Damian Wayne sighed, sliding down the wall and resigning himself to a long wait. It had been at least an hour since his parents disappeared behind the door beside him and only five minutes after they’d entered the yelling started. 

He used to cry when they argued; lock himself up in his room, flop onto his bed and sob into his pillow until his father came up to check on him. Tears running down his face, while he was scolded for locking his door and not telling anyone he was in his room.

But that was years ago, Damian was still a little kid then; he’s used to the arguing now, especially after the divorce.

It wasn’t a surprise when it happened but it still took Damian’s breath away, he hadn’t known exactly what it meant. Jason had explained it to him, jaw tense and teal eyes clouded with emotion. 

“They won’t be together anymore you already know that, but it’s a little more than that. You know when we watched Harry Potter and Snape took an unbreakable vow? Well marriage is like that, you say these really powerful unbreakable vows. But when someone breaks the vow or can’t keep it anymore they get a divorce, it’s like a really powerful thing and it tears the connection of the vows and unlinks the two people who took them. As you can imagine that hurts a lot, it’s more than just not being together.

Damian still remembers the way he could hear Jason’s voice trembling on the last part . And how through tear-filled, blurry eyes, he could see the hurt on his brother’s face. He didn’t like to think about that memory during the day, but it was always waiting for him when he closed his eyes at night-so he had no choice. 

His parents always said they wanted the best for him, and that they still loved him even though their love for each other had stopped. But they also used to tell him that he was a product of their love. Damian knows Math, Jason had been teaching him about school since before he could talk.

If the number decides it doesn’t want to be in the same problem as a different number one, then one plus one could no longer equal two. So, if two people decide they don’t want to be with each other anymore,  what happens to their number 2? Jason told Damian that Math had practical daily uses, but it must be impractical too because it works really well on divorce. 

He’s interrupted from his thoughts by the sound of creaks from the floor. He looks over and sees Jason walking towards him looking thoroughly unimpressed with his eavesdropping.

“I don’t know why you’re listening in on them, just gonna be hearing the same old crap you usually hear.” Damian looks up at his brother and takes in his downturned brow, tense jaw, and frowned lips that always make an appearance when dealing with the topic of their parents. His parents thought he took the divorce the hardest, they couldn’t be anymore wrong. 

“I wasn’t listening,” Jason scoffs, “I wasn’t, not at first, but it’s different this time.” It was different; they weren’t as loud, there more spaces of silence, and from the occasional ruffling he heard, they were actually sitting. 

“Yeah right, don’t get your hopes up they’re not gonna magically love each other again.”

“I know that,” Damian retorts. He doesn’t bring up the fact when his parents first had the big conversation they made it clear they still loved each other. Even he wasn’t naive enough to believe that.

Jason is about to make another smart comment when the door handle to the study jiggles. Damian scrambles to his feet and he and Jason face the door, whoever was coming out must have stopped to say something. 

Damian doesn’t realize his hand until he feels Jason grab it and rub his knuckles. 

“Relax, D.” Damian nods aware of how dramatic he’s being, it’s not like they’re waiting on a jury’s decision. But it feels like they are because no matter what Jason says, Damian isn’t the only one still holding out hope.

The door opens and Damian’s mouth goes dry. His father walks through the door and shifts slightly when he looks at Jason and Damian, not surprised to see them but nervous? 

Damian feels Jason’s hand tighten on his when his father opens and closes his mouth. He doesn’t know why there’s so much build-up, they’ve been in this situation countless times since the divorce and the outcome is always the same. 

His father shifts again, this is the part where he follows the “how to talk to your kids during divorce” book, script.

“Your mother’s pregnant; we’re having a baby in six months.” 

That is not a part of the script. 

TADAAAA✨✨✨✨

@vvkan

[undreaming-fanfiction]

Heaven Can Wait

It's late 1986, Eddie's body and soul are full of scars, but he carries on as he always has. He shoves everything down, cashes in all his falsely-accused-of-murder-and-nearly-dying sympathy points for a quiet graduation. The principal wants him gone and Eddie shares the sentiment, especially when some of Jason's clique still roam the high school halls. So he snatches his diploma, finds the first job possible outside of Hawkins and that's it. He still DMs for the Hellfire club, only at his and Wayne's new trailer, still plays with the Corroded Coffin and drowns his thoughts in loud music. He hasn't really addressed any of it, him dying and being brought back by Vecna as his servant, having his mind freed by the party, the memories that still haunt him. He's going through the motions, lives as well as he can.

Until he makes the mistake of playing a new song by one of his favorite bands when he's hanging out with Steve Harrington. They became reluctant acquaintances during that week in March, then friends through shared trauma. They both have trouble sleeping and often just lie in Eddie's bed and talk for hours, until dawn. Like today.

The tape Eddie has playing clicks and he unwillingly gets up to change the music. Then Eddie remembers that Gareth gave him a tape with "something really cool" and he thinks - why not? Turns out Steve enjoys some of his music too, and even when he doesn't, he understands Eddie's distaste for silence. So he inserts the tape into the player, presses play and returns to the bed, plops down next to Steve.

Eddie loves Iron Maiden, of course he does. There's a new track they played this year over in Europe and he hopes it will take his mind off everything. Instead of that, he gets a metaphorical punch in the gut. Nothing like a painfully repressed memory wrapped in his beloved music.

Can't understand what is happening to me, This isn't real, this is only a dream, But I never have felt, no I never have felt this way before, I'm looking down on my body below, I lie asleep in the midst of a dream, Is it now could it be that the angel of death has come for me? I can't believe that really my time has come, I don't feel ready, there's so much left undone, And it's my soul and I'm not gonna let it get away.

Fuck. His chest is unbearably tight and he's sure he's clenching his teeth so much his jaw will hurt soon. As if this isn't exactly what happened to him. What he told Dustin then, through bloodied lips. He might have reassured him, told him it's okay, asked him to take over his role as the protector of the lost boys and girls who needed a sanctuary, but he knew then as he knows now, painfully clear; he wasn't ready to die.

Heaven can wait, Heaven can wait, Heaven can wait, Heaven can wait til another day.

I have a lust for the Earth below And Hell itself is my only foe, 'Cause I've no fear of dying, I'll go when I'm good and ready, I snatch a glimpse of the light's eternal rays, I see a tunnel, I stand amazed, At all of the people standing there in front of me, Into the paths of rightness I'll be led, Is this the place where the living join the dead? I wish I knew this was only just a nightmare.

Steve is breathing heavily next to him and Eddie doesn't dare to look at him because if he turns his head, even slightly, the tears he's been holding in will make an appearance and he can't burden Steve with that. He hates it now, feels all of it, how much that week in March took from him. Even his comfort has thorns now, sharp and cruel.

Take my hand, I'll lead you to the promised land, Take my hand, I'll give you immortality, Eternal youth, I'll take you to the other side, To see the truth, the path for you is decided.

He chokes out a sob and quickly masks it with a cough, remembering Dustin holding his cold body, crying for Eddie to stay with him, and Eddie wanted to, wanted so badly. He felt like his body didn't belong to him anymore and he willed himself to stay inside it, failed. He wondered what awaits him, if he'd end up in hell and if it would be Chrissy, broken and maimed, dragging him there. But there was nothing and he didn't know what was worse.

He is getting deeper and deeper inside his head and doesn't know how to stop it. He doesn't want to remember but his brain decides that this is it, this is the best possible moment to drag this all up, see the rotten remains of his past self and come to terms with the fact he'll never be himself again, he'll never see his life as he used to.

But as he grips the sheets, there is a warm hand on his, squeezing and running calloused fingers over his own. Eddie's head turns without a single thought and his eyes fall on Steve, his face streaked with tears too but alive, so alive. They both have the dead eyes, empty eyes of someone who saw too much for several lifetimes, but now they're vibrant again and Eddie can't hold back, he reaches out with his other hand and strokes Steve's cheek. He needs just a tiny piece, a shard of that energy to keep, even if it's painful. They are both crying and it sucks, it's sad, unfair and frustrating, but they both feel something and that's a change from the usual emptiness. Hopefully for better.

My body tingles, I feel so strange, I feel so tired, I feel so drained, And I'm wondering if I'll ever be the same again, Is this in limbo or in Heaven or Hell? Maybe I'm going down there as well, I can't accept my soul will drift forever. I feel myself floating back down to Earth, So could this be the hour of my rebirth? Or have I died or will I wake from dreaming?

Steve tugs at Eddie's hand and he doesn't resist, rolls over so his face is buried in Steve's chest. There are fingers in his hair, stroking, massaging his scalp, and his own trace circles on Steve's back. It should be embarrassing, awkward, they should both be asking themselves what they're doing, but it doesn't seem to matter. The heaviness in Eddie's chest is finally leaving and is replaced by hope, hope that he might be fine. Steve understands him and he understands Steve. There's nothing more they need.

Their breathing is more even now, the shared warmth slowly dries their tears and Eddie feels at peace. "I'm getting sleepy," he mumbles over the music. "Is this okay?"

Steve pulls him closer and throws a blanket over both of them. His lips press gently into Eddie's forehead. "Yes. More than fine. See you in the morning, Eddie."

They will probably talk in the morning. They might do more than talk. But right now they don't care, not when the light is still on, they are both dressed, wrapped around each other and the voice from the player repeats what they knew in their darkest moments, what they kept repeating to themselves when they felt like giving up.

Heaven can wait, Heaven can wait, Heaven can wait, Heaven can wait til another day.

And it does.

[bisexualchrissycunningham]

day 6 of @hellcheerweek || paranormal || ghost!chrissy

Eddie Munson is a lonely songwriter, restless and unhappy with his solitary life in Chicago. When he is contacted by a lawyer informing him he has inherited a house in rural Indiana from a distant Munson cousin, he decides to give it a few months and see what happens.

He doesn’t know that over a century ago, a young woman was murdered by her vengeful jealous husband in a house that used to stand on that very same land, before it was left to rot and then built anew in the 1970s. Angry and vengeful from years wandering the land alone, Chrissy decides the man who has taken over the land that has been her only home through these endless years must suffer, just like those who came before him.

His first night, he hears strange noises–creaking and moaning all around him. The morning light allows him to shake it off, dismiss it as his imagination. But it continues for several nights, until he awakes with bruises scattered over his body. In the early dawn light, he studies the marks and hears soft crying nearby. 

She has realized her mistake. This man is kind, soft at his core. Why did she do this to him? Now he’ll leave and she’ll be all alone again. 

Eddie knows he should be terrified. He should pack up and leave. There is clearly something wrong in this house. There is someone lingering in his house. But a voice in his head tells him to stay. That this is exactly where he needs to be. 

That it is home. 

He decides to look into the history of the land. In doing so, he discovers the story of Christine Carver, née Cunningham, a young bride who disappeared from an estate that once stood exactly where he now resides. He brings home a photo of her, keeping it on him at all times. Sometimes he finds himself stroking it absentmindedly, wondering about her. 

He doesn’t wake to injuries again, though he begins dreaming of her. Every night, more details come to him. This beautiful golden-haired woman, scared and cowering, running down sumptuously decorated hallways. A sharp raised voice following her out into a dark rainy night. Bare feet slipping in mud, a white dress streaked with blood and dirt. Fingers wrapped around a delicate neck, squeezing.

When he wakes in the mornings, he always feels a presence with him. He comes to understand she’s here, showing him her tragedy. 

He begins talking to her. While he makes his coffee in the morning, while working out the perfect chord progression, while taking a cigarette break. He even asks her questions, about her life, the period when she lived, her interests. All Chrissy ever succeeds in providing as a response is a quiet echoing giggle here and there, or a soft brush along the back of his hand. It startles him the first time, but he soon smiles when he feels her. Even closes his eyes, as if to prolong the moment and feel it ever more intensely. 

In the mornings, when she tries to put her wisp of an arm around his shaking body after he has awoken from another dream she’s given him, he apologizes to her through tears, tells her she deserved to be treasured and cared for and loved fiercely in life instead of what she got. 

Chrissy thinks she might love him. 

It only takes a short time for him to find the place in the nearby woods where her husband buried her. He digs up her body himself, and knowing there is no hard evidence of what Jason Carver did all those years ago and no one would believe him, he chooses to give her a proper burial. Eddie plants a garden by the gravestone, along with a seating area that becomes his favorite place to write. 

The day he finishes the memorial to Christine Elizabeth Cunningham, he feels her presence leave and he cries. 

Weeks later, Eddie finds he's not surprised when he awakens to find Chrissy standing at the end of his bed, ethereal and glowing and gazing at him. 

He places a palm over her heart to feel it beat. When she covers it with her warm delicate hand, her grey eyes sparkle in the light of the sunrise outside their bedroom window and he feels at peace.

[gothamscormorant]

this is how i imagine tim drake…

(a lot of this is also canon/inspired by canon)

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- absolutely obsessed with star wars.

- has forced everyone to individually binge the series with him at least once.

- but also uk love island and australian bellow deck is definitely his guilty pleasure.

- call me patriotic but i refuse to believe he watches the american versions of reality shows.

- overworks himself on such little sleep that his body giving up and him fainting is a scarily regular occurrence.

- insane martial artist -which people (like most things he can do/does) completely overlook or just don’t care about. this is also canon btw.

- like he can easily knock anyone to the ground in a second, yet because of his small build and mmmm relatively unhealthy state, it goes unnoticed and sometimes unused.

- people always overlook him because of his innocent seeming personality, but he’s so cruel sometimes.

- like he punched jason out cold once for picking up his stuff and holding it over his head, put itching powder in dick’s boxers and bed for hiding the cases he was working on, roofied damian’s nightly hot chocolate so he’d miss family movie night because dami was pissing him off… true slytherin.

- but just like a lot of the things he does, it goes unnoticed/un-delt-with most of the time so he gets away with it. middle child tings.

- not to mention he literally stalked batman and would run around solving murders and dropping off the evidence to gordon before even being a robin.

- he was on the CIA’s watch list for crying out loud!

- doesn’t break the unassuming facade often, but when he goes off the deep end, he goes, and doesn’t stop until he’s satisfied -or stopped.

- scarily persuasive -some would say manipulative, i would say ambitious. i mean he did wiggle his way into the position of robin with sheer willpower.

- i think one of the reasons i love tim so much and are so fascinated by him is because of his capacity to be a villain so easily if he wanted.

- like if he decided one day to turn on everyone… in an instant he has control of a multimillion dollar company, can easily gain control the police, has dirt on every single person, and access to anything he decides he wants: and yet he chooses to do good.

- he could have the world on their knees and yet people still decide to fuck with him because of their naivety.

- villain tim would be terrifying.

- his childhood and a normal loving and attentive family setting was stolen from him. he was always made out to be “mature for his age” and “quiet and sensible” when in reality he was just neglected and bored.

- being a gifted child always comes with its downfalls. like being so unstimulated by his schooling and classmates that he acts out a little bit out of boredom and a craving for attention from his parents; not to mention the social rejection because he’s too “mature” for his peers antics.

- he’d be super socially unaware for his age group. being an only child surrounded by adults (yet forever alone and isolated) would’ve prevented him from ever connecting with fellow kids and their interests.

- so now he likes doing a lot of random “childish” things like skating down the halls in the manor, having a gamer chair as his office chair, playing his nintendo switch in his wayne ent office when he’s bored, having bento box lunches filled with sugary cereal and roll ups, having a mini fridge in his office exclusively filled with yakults, strawberry milk and coffee milk boxes, being fully versed in gen z lingo (which he uses correctly don’t worry) that he uses to talk to people he works with and interacts with at galas etc etc.

- likes to leave little notes in library books for the next people to find; often mildly threatening like “i know what you did”.

- definitely has minor nearsightedness (though he hardly ever wears his glasses, even if he looks really good wearing them).

- when he’s not drinking coffee, he’s chewing gum or mints to counteract the coffee.

- ambidextrous, but favours his left hand meaning his already inconceivably messy quick-notes are also smudged by his hand.

- hands are always cold and numb (leading everyone to believe he probably has rayynaud's syndrome).

- he gets really nervous and tries to avoid people being able to touch his hands, like when they’re handing something to him, or makes sure handshakes are firm and quick -but still respectful- etc (but he loves hand holding, he just worries no one would want to 🥺).

- really good at taking in information and his surroundings quickly.

- often points things out to people that would otherwise go unnoticed like “your eyes look really pretty today” or “your freckles have darkened from the sun” or “they ordered two sugars with their coffee… they always order three” etc.

- he doesn’t constantly say the things he’s thinking, but they come out a lot more when he’s loosing his filter from fatigue.

- he’s always apologising profusely for pointing out things bc he thinks they will think he’s weird or become uncomfortable.

- tim is allergic to almost all nuts except for almonds (wog runs through my veins, i refuse to believe he can’t eat almonds).

- he’s not like epipen allergic, all he needs it some cetirizine.

- bc of this “relatively low risk” (as he would say), if he accidentally eats a nut he’ll usually just not tell anyone while his throat is closing over and his mouth feels like it’s been attacked by mosquitoes.

- he’ll just silently slip away to buy some cetirizine or get some from his pocket/bag.

- this sweet old lady at a charity bake sale once offered tim to try a free slice of her rocky road and it had walnuts in it (btw you guys are monsters if you make the nutty rocky road).

- and he was too anxious to refuse so he took it and finished the whole thing in front of her.

- it took him about 20 minutes and to the point where he was crying and his lips looked like they had fillers that he whispered to bruce he was having a reaction.

- bruce was hysterical.

- he always carries cetirizine on him now just incase tim does that again.

[heartthumpnovel]

Heart Thump: Chapter 3

“Growing Imagination”

We did it- we are finally at the G/t part of the story fellas so buckle in! Content tags/warnings before ya read: SFW, Giant/tiny, anxiety attack, body size dysmorphia

Last Chapter: Chapter 2 “A Striking Notion” Next Chapter: Chapter 4 "Where Trouble Begins" ----------------------------------------------------------------------------

Well, it was supposed to be an average day at work. 

It all started when they stepped out of an elevator giggling from the aftermath of a terrible joke. May have been a classic dad joke or a stupid pun but none the less the both of them were in a better mood when entering the office. Checking the time, Ellie noticed they were there pretty early. Ten minutes early in fact. There was a noticeable silence in the empty office. 

Being such exemplary employees, just showing up a tad early, the both of them decided the best course of action was to hang out at the water cooler in the break room before the shift started. After all, they don’t get paid anything for off the clock labor.  

“I can’t believe the ‘inspector’ from the corporate arm is coming back.” Ellie casually mentioned as she bent down to grab a scrappy paper cup to fill it with water. Jason’s arm stopped laying on the top of the water cooler in shock.

 “Wait, really? Again? What does that bloke have to come back for?,” Jason inquired as he was trying to regain his composure with a scowl on his face and his eyes tried to roll to the back of his head, “Doesn’t he have important soulless bureaucratic nonsense to attend to?” Knowing that everything around here was in almost perfect shape, well, for a marketing firm that is. “Yeah man, I don’t know what’s his deal. Natasha does a great job runnin’ this place. You know I think that there’s something fishy going on if they don’t trust her to-” The controversial rant Ellie was about to dish out was interrupted when a vast group of people walked by them- chattering about and more or less about the day or something about the incident with some lady’s car being mysteriously crushed. Among that group of people was Natasha, conversing along with them while reapplying her Night Brown #4 lipstick as she kept giving her insight on the strange situation. Coining the fact it could have definitely been a construction mistake that OSHA would have a field day with.  A confused head tilt came from Ellie- wondering why in the world Natasha was behind Jason and herself. Since Ellie was stuck on that query, she didn’t notice Jason nearly soaked his suit with sweat when he witnessed the group of people carrying on with their day. Begging to himself that Natasha didn’t look their way. 

Thankfully, That didn’t happen. Natasha was more or less focused on telling her peers about the time she had a run in with an unsavory neighbor a couple of weeks ago. They all had their eyes on her, nodding and even a few of them cheered her on in getting some sort of petty revenge. The mere suggestion of getting her just desserts made her quiet for a moment… before she unleashed the floodgates of heaven with a fluttering noise coming from her sternum. A cozy giggle filtered out of her lips as it poured down into the conversation as it mixed well enough into the atmosphere as she shook her head lightly. Saving the cathartic karma until she was out of the blast radius of the fallout. 

Witnessing her laughter has always made Jason happy. Long, long before this pang of feelings was grabbing him by the chest. A smile like that was worth walking across the ocean for. A flurry of these thoughts peppered in his mind- the density of his chest growing tighter as a sudden warmness consumed his face. The laughter ringing ever so loudly as he seems to not be in that office anymore for that split moment. Right in that space of chasing those speeding thoughts- it happened. 

Thu- thump It… was like a jolt. A kind of electrical jolt that feels like it travels from your toes straight into your heart and pumps right back into the rest of the veins. Nearly felt like his stomach had traveled up north for vacation for the winter and he mutated butterflies collaborated in his throat were intense and suddenly- 

The water cup shrunk in his palm. Jason gave a confused stare into his smaller reflection.

"... what the?.." Jason muttered as his head spun in a confused daze.

What he discovered next made him even more confused as the cup wasn't the only thing that was smaller. He could peek over the vending machines and the water cooler looked like it could only hold liters instead of gallons. What kind of delusion was happening to him? Did someone put something in the water? 

"Uuhh, - Ellie?!" Jason squealed to discover his bestie was much smaller too and gawking at him. 

Ellie’s happy yet confused grin had transformed miraculously into an astonished gaze at Jason's mass jolting upwards as his bones, muscles, skin, hair- literally everything he was and what he was wearing just.. grew. The spike in growth not only had shaken the daylights out of him but it caused the plastic cup in his hand to meet its demise as it plumbed to the floor as the jolt made his fingers basically useless.

There was a silence between Ellie and Jason. A long. Painful. Silence. 

It was barely comprehensible what she just saw. It was like he went from a dinky office worker to a full on basketball league player, or a lanky television comedian, in an instant. Jason could only reply in urgent whimpers before attempting to open his mouth and taking a big deep breath to prepare for a schreek. 

Ellie could snap out of the daze first as she realized they were the only two that witnessed the incident. That wouldn’t be the case for long if they kept just gawking at each other like one grew another head. Eventually someone was going to go on an early break. 

Jason couldn’t get a vowel out before Ellie grabbed him by the forearm and pulled him quickly in the direction of the closest bathroom. No questions asked. The interview can wait. Jason however, wasn’t as graceful as he was more like a stumbling newborn giraffe trying to find its first footing, though it wasn’t as adorable. Down went the water cooler when a wobbly leg slammed into its side and, sending it tumbling onto the cheap office carpet with an acceptable thuonk. Jason might have yelped at the sound if Ellie didn’t squeeze his wrist as she yanked the poor man around the corner to the employee bathrooms, away from the gaze of any witnesses. He kept his mouth shut while his fingers went numb from fear.

Slippery hands fumbled with the bathroom doorknob as it finally gave way and she furiously pushed the door open. Not thinking about the consequences of trying to drag a newly initiated tall person, Ellie’s ears were met with Jason’s sudden yelp with a metal twank. She let out a cringing squish of her face as she looked up to see Jason rubbing his forehead with a painful hiss. 

Jason nearly hurled over from the pain, not entirely sure if he was actually there as his heart was beating intensely fast. Faster than it ever had before. The intensity was hard to handle- he nearly collapsed on the bathroom counter, heaving sporadic breaths.

“Wha- what’s happening to me?!” Jason sputtered out as his shaky fingers gripped the marble counter.  

“I-I’m not sure! Did you finally hit puberty!?” Ellie responded in a shaky tone as she made sure she locked the door behind them.

Jason’s body froze as he turned his gaze to her with a disapproving glare. “This isn’t the time for jokes Ellie!! Bloody hell-” Jason pulled up from the counter and stared at his hands to the floor- noticing how far away he felt from the ground tiles.

 “Everything feels… distant, is- is this a stroke? Am I having a stroke??” He mumbled. That wasn’t the only thing that was changed. Things looked a tad… smaller. Not by much, but he could very well see that the counter, broken stalls, slightly smeared mirror and even little ol’ Ellie herself looked shorter. This didn’t even feel like a normal type of tall that should happen in nature either. Normally people with a higher stature had lankier limbs and a head the same size as anyone else’s.. Neither of them were biologists but even a secondary school student would know that square-cube law had its way of making things have the right proportions. Even beefy football players had biologically correct measurements but with Jason… It was different. Everything about his proportions to himself was exactly the same. Comparatively shorter legs- arms that only reached to his upper thigh, and that his spine didn’t seem to elongate at all. Instead of just looking like an average tall person, he just looked like he was inside a child’s playhouse. 

“Sorry about that dude just...woah…” Ellie gasped as she approached her best friend.

He was focused on staring at his twitching hands that bent and stretched themselves out repeatedly with a constant worried stare. Ellie stood on her tip-toes and tapped the end of Jason's silk tie. His fingers jolted back to life with a step back, shivering all over. How could this possibly happen? He couldn’t think straight- or think at all even. Especially when he stepped back, he accidentally hit his crown on an inconspicuous bathroom light. 

“DRAT!” He yelped as he bent downwards out of instinct while groaning all those ‘why mes’ under his breath. Huffing was involved, and the waterworks flowed down his face. 

Oh great, he was going to cry at work like a literal big baby. Pain pulsed through his head as his body continued to shake in its shoes. What else could catch him off guard at that point?

Ellie’s fingers being placed on his soggy cheeks did the trick.

[Image Description: Ellie is holding Jason's big tearful face and is trying to calm him down while she's raising a finger up.]

“Sorry… Come on Jason let’s just- try to breathe and chill out a little M’kay?” Ellie spoke in a more gentle tone than before, squishing his big ol’ anxious face together like a giant panic-stricken sandwich.

His big glassy eyes had shifted from staring at her in disbelief to the mirror while he silently just nodded. Ellie pushed his face away from the mirror while making quiet clicks under her breath.  “Nah nah nah don’t look at it. Close your eyes, mister. We’re going to tackle that in a minute. Jason. Close your eyes okay bud?” Ellie commanded Jason.

“No no, Ellie, I can’t- this isn’t the time-” Jason tried to interrupt in squeals but a tiny finger hovered in between them that herded him into silence.

The giant, disgruntled office worker sighed with an eye roll that ended with his eyelids shut. Peering into the darkness despite the humming of the hanging industrial lights. His ears were open to listen to whatever his psychology-degreed best friend had to say. 

“Now breathe in...and breathe out. Slowly now.” Ellie spoke as she did the breathing motions herself which was followed by Jason’s nose inhaling and exhaling shakily. Even if no one saw that unnatural growth spurt, He felt like he wanted to melt into the floor to never be seen again. After a couple of rough starts and wheezing, his heart slowed down to a more manageable pace while his mind could process one thought at a time again and not being a whirlwind of mind junk smacking him in the metaphorical face. He was trying to possess the sensation of his feet rocking on the floor and the sputtering of the A/c blowing gently at the back of his hair. His basketball player's palms laid on the counter as Ellie let go of his face and took a couple steps back, waving her hands. “Riiight now keep doing what you’re doing and I’ll be right back. ‘Kay?” Softly spoke with a nervous smirk. Jason didn’t reply. “Okay!” Ellie exclaimed as she rushed out the door- not even the heavy metal slab could slow her down as she rushed out of the bathroom. She left Jason alone with the hard cold swing of the bathroom door that ended in a harsh slam, Echoing into the once quietly humming restroom. What was left after that was just the deep cognitive breaths of the unusually large man. They’ve gotten more shaken with his support line leaving him be, but he was managing. He really was a mess without Ellie around to pull him out of these slumps clinging onto his mind. It was almost like magic when she calmed him down from when his mind had tried to kill him with anxiety.

No wonder why she wants to be a therapist. 

Jason inhaled deeply through his nose, and exhaled through his mouth as he counted down the seconds in his head. Closing his eyes, he conjured an image of a soft rainstorm with droplets pattering on a window. He focused on counting those raindrops, his mind finding peace in numbers and had even forgotten the reality bending situation he was thrown into. 

[Image Description: Jason is staring into the bathroom mirror, normal sized again but still horrified.]

“OKAY BUDDY I GOT YA OFF THE HOOK WITH WORking..today… and..” Ellie was expecting to burst back into the bathroom with a colossal dork taking her breathing advice as instructed, but it was just her regular sized dork gripping the counter and looking into the mirror. Jason’s hazel eyes were staring at himself in the mirror in disbelief, The reflection was shaking and grasping his heart, wrinkling his button-up shirt. He could only give a couple of petrified mumbles to Ellie as he collapsed onto the cold bathroom tiles, curling up like a dead cockroach. The last thing he could hear was concerned begging and whimpering as his body was being jerked upwards, soul dropping off into the darkness. 

….

The next time Jason got his heavy eyelids open, he could barely see where he was even at. Though he noticed a warm softest on his midsection when he could start feeling the loveseat he was on. He blinked with a scrunched up look as he reached into the abyss to feel something...quite fuzzy. “Brrrp!” Oliver defensively raised his head when a clammy hand touched him. His moist nose sniffed the hand before he felt his need to purr at the hand's attempt to stoke his messy fur- closing his only eye in peace. However, the little feline wouldn’t be in this divine serenity for long as the bed he was lying on eventually crunched upwards and sat up. At that point Oliver didn’t want to be in his master’s way (humans are quite grumpy when they wake up) and pounced off the couch with another chip in his voice and left his dad to wonder what just happened. 

[carol-effing-danvers]

The Hollow Man

(Ao3 Version here)

He has become something of a local legend. A terrifying reminder that something is not quite normal in the little town of Hawkins. You can see him lurking around town with a hooded sweatshirt pulled up over the tangle of his hair and if you're really unlucky, catch a fast glimpse of his feverishly blue eyes beneath that hoodie.

Junior grade girls who used to throw themselves at his feet pretend not to know his name. Instead, they whisper to each other when he passes by, spooked and theatrical. “It’s the Hollow Man.”

Or as Eleven calmly tells Max: "Billy will be different now."

"Different how?" she'd asked, skeptical. She wasn't foolish enough to believe you could be stabbed through the chest cavity by a three-story monster and come back right as rain.

"Different…sort of like me," El had, looking a bit sad at the idea. "Only…not."

She still has absolutely no fucking idea what that means but he does seem calmer now, especially after Neil left the house.

Well, 'left' implies that he planned out his departure and packed his bags one day.

Neil actually got up in the middle of the night, packed their car with a haphazard collection of his shit, and drove away from the house - by himself after a bewildered Susan and half-asleep Max refused to go with him. "Fine - stay here with that fucking demon!"

Max assumes that Neil meant Billy but she doesn't understand - he's certainly quieter than he used to be (and maybe stronger, she isn't so sure) but calling him a demon is a little overdramatic, in her opinion.

At first, Billy thinks she's fucking with him, and then he assumes she's just being polite because she doesn't want to hurt his feelings. But Max really, truly does not notice anything different. In fairness, Eleven and even Susan don’t usually seem to find anything amiss - maybe they’re a little more uneasy about him now and then, but for the most part, they’re pretty alright.

That’s when Billy realizes that there’s a trick to it. Not everyone sees what he can see when he looks in the mirror now. Most of them, from what he can tell - from what El confirms for him - see a much tamer version. Neil must have seen something much, much worse.

But in his most secret self, Billy has to admit that he loves Max - so she really can’t see any difference.

Anyway, the people in the town don’t bother him and so he doesn’t bother them and that’s the way he likes it.

Or that’s the way it is until that squeaky little church boy decides to put his fucking hands on Maxine.

Max is already impatient when she answers the door. She’s supposed to be meeting El at the movie theater in twenty minutes and she’s looked up and down but can’t find her own fucking shoes - Pretty in Pink is still playing in the tiny theater and it isn’t really Max’s bag, but she knows El will love it and Max is the only one who’ll go with her.

So she’s already over this conversation before she even opens the door to the person knocking. It doesn’t really help that Max first thinks he’s like, an actual Mormon or a Jehovah’s Witness or something.

He looks very…clean. Maybe it’s spending too much time with boys like Billy or that guy Eddie who the boys are always hanging around but Max finds something very weird about boys who are that clean. It’s like seeing a green sky and blue grass - there’s something not quite right about it to her.

Although Max doesn’t know it, Jason has been hunting for each boy in the party for the entire weekend - mostly because they hang out with Eddie Munson. Eddie Munson, who lately has been spending a large amount of time with Jason’s girlfriend.

Well…as of Friday, she’s now his ex-girlfriend.

Max does know that there’s something about the way he smiles. It reminds her of the way Billy used to smile - the fake one. “Hi, are you Maxine?”

“Max,” she says shortly, creeped out that he apparently already knows her name.

“Lucas’ girlfriend?”

“Uh…yes?” This is making even less sense by the minute - and where the hell are her fucking shoes?! “Do you mind getting to the point any time soon?”

His smile - fake, her mind still notes - dims away. “He hangs out with that Eddie freak, right? Do you happen to know where he is?”

Irritated behind belief at being treated as Lucas’ fucking secretary, of all things, Max snaps “No! I’m his girlfriend, not his fucking keeper! If you’re so keen on finding him, I don’t know - call him, maybe?”

And then Max slams the door in his face, because she is going to be fucking LATE, and Eleven gets anxious when any of them are late, and-

Jason’s entire arm blocks the door, face stormy. No longer quite so saccharine-polite. “Do you normally talk to strangers this way?” Glances at the empty hall behind her. “Your parents didn’t teach you any manners, Maxine?”

“Max,” she corrects again with a sneer. Although a prickle goes over the back of her neck, Max Mayfield has dealt with the Upside Down and her stepbrother is Billy Hargrove. This…how would Billy put it? This squeaky little shitbag doesn’t scare her. “And yeah, they did - I just don’t need to use them on arrogant assholes who try to interrogate me at my own house.”

“You-” He doesn’t finish the sentence, just grabs at Max’s arm and squeezes, squeezes like Billy used to when he was really pissed - except that Billy never ever grabbed her this hard and Max’s mouth opens - to scream, or to yell at him, she doesn’t even know, but Jason’s other hand reaches toward her face to cover her mouth.

NOW Max is sorta panicking - this motherfucker has actually lost his mind - but before she can freak out too badly, something happens.

And by ‘something’, she means Billy.

A rough bronzed hand suddenly yanked on the back collar of Jason’s jacket, pulling him up and then off of the front porch, and sending him careening down the front stairs. The action forced him to let go of Max, naturally, who was dumped onto the floor in the front hallway, directly on her ass. Ow.

She struggles to her feet just in time to see Billy, in his ratty fucking sweatpants and holey workout tank, standing with his back to her on the porch steps - right behind where Jason used to be standing.

“Oh, dude!” she cries, as she realizes what Jason is doing right on their fucking front lawn. “Seriously?!”

He’s pissed himself. Well, he’s pissed himself, AND he looks like he’s seen a fucking ghost - but as far as Max can tell, it’s just Billy.

Jason’s mouth opens and closes, a strained weak sound emerging that Max realizes is actually a scream. Or it would be a scream but Jason is apparently so terrified that he can’t properly work his lungs to make the sound.

Again, it’s just Billy. She doesn’t know what’s got him so worked up. Except that it’s just Billy to Max.  

Billy feels a grin stretch across his face and the little blond maggot looks like he might actually faint. It must be worse than what he can see when he looks in the mirror - and what he sees in the mirror looks pretty fucking bad.

Jason doesn’t see Billy, Jason sees The Hollow Man.

Dark empty pits where the eyes should be - not missing its eyeballs but the sockets are bloody, scraped clean of them, the face gaunt and skeletal and graying and semi-translucent. Like something decayed, and Jason can sort of see its teeth through the skin. They look…sharp. Very sharp.

He tries to crawl away on weak, rubbery limbs as it comes closer but the thing grabs him by the front of the shirt, fingers long and spidery and clawed. Reaches for his face, covering his mouth the way Jason had tried to do with Max.

His tongue, when the creature speaks, is slick and black. Oily. Jason feels bile rise in his throat and whimpers, tears flowing freely down his face.

“Go on home now, little boy,” It purrs, and grins at him with all of those teeth. “I’ll see you again tonight in your dreams.”

And then Billy throws Jason back to the ground, and while he doesn’t use all of his strength to do it, his shoulder still makes a divot in the grass when he hits it.

Max watches dumbfounded as Jason, now covered in dirt and grass and piss, screams his head off like an absolute ninny and runs away from their house like someone has lit his hair on fire.

“Man,” she says, rubbing her sore butt. “People in this town have a fucking screw loose.”

“Mm,” Billy agrees, and lights himself a cigarette.