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raphael-angele · 5 months

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Nico Protection Squad

WARNING: Use of hateful slur

Nico, coming home from school with Percy: Hey, Reyna. Hey, Jason.

Reyna: Hey, Nico.

Jason: Hey, Buddy

Percy: Hey, guys. Uh, Nico, why don't you go to your room and rest. We need to talk.

Nico: Mkay. *leaves*

Percy: Make sure to do your homework, alright?

Nici: Uh huh!

Reyna: What happened?

Jason: Is he okay?

Percy: ...we need to call the team

---Later---

At one of their rooms:

Percy: Good day, everyone. I know it's late and it's unusual for me to call a meeting at this time but this is an emergency

Annabeth: But first, an attendance check. Annabeth? Here. Bianca?

Hazel: Oh, she comes back next week

Annabeth: Ok. Jason? Here. Thalia? Here. Percy? Here. Hazel? Here. Piper? Here. Reyna? Here. Will? Here. Grover? Here. Leo? Here. Frank? Here. And Mr. D? Present! Ok, that should be everyone. Take it away Percy

Percy, clearing his throat: Okay, I need you guys to swear that you will not go berserk right after this and you will remain seated until we have a plan.

Everyone:

Percy: So, I was picking up Nico from class. On the drive back, he...

Hazel: He what?

Percy: He...asked me what a faggot was.

Everyone:

Thalia: WHAT THE FUCK?!?!

Will: Is he okay?!

Hazel: Where did he even learn that from?!

Jason: Did someone call him that?!?!?

Reyna: WHO THE HELL WOULD CALL HIM THAT?!?!?

Leo: Every single douchebag in school, of course!

Piper: You think they'd learn their lesson after the first time

Percy: *gavels* Order! Order!

Grover: I think we're all missing the point here. How's Nico doing?

Percy: He's fine. I asked him where he knew the word from. He said someone was calling him that, a couple of students a year above him apparently.

Frank: What happened then?

Percy: I asked him if he knew their names. He didn't and he asked me again what it meant.

Will: What did you say?

Percy: I didn't answer. There was a McDonalds right there and I went for it. He took the bait and has been quiet for the whole car ride.

Grover: So...what do we do?

Leo: OH! *raises his hand* WE'LL SET THEIR LOCKERS ON FIRE!

Thalia: I think what Grover meant was what do we do for now? We don't know these guys, and we don't know how much it's affecting Nico.

Reyna: Thalia's right. We need to have a plan to protect Nico and catch these bastards.

Annabeth: Percy and I already thought about it.

Percy: Introducing the Pick up/Drop off Nico Chart. We each get a schedule of when to pick him up, and when to drop him off

Annabeth: And to make sure we catch these guys, we think it would be best to see Nico off to his classrooms or at least the building.

Thalia, raising her hand: Uhm-

Percy: Don't worry. We adjusted it for times you guys are away. Which is why we used magnets to represent us. See? I'm the water droplet, Annabeth's the owl, Grover's the goat, Leo's the fire, you're the tree, Hazel's the-

Annabeth: They get it, Percy. All in favor of the chart say aye

Everyone, raises their hand: Aye!

Leo: So how are we gonna get back at these guys?

Jason: We could tell them off to the dean

Percy: You'd suggest that, wouldn't you, Mr. Goody Two Shoes?

Piper: I can charmspeak them to do embarassing stuff

Percy: Eh, we need something more

Annabeth: I'm writing that one down, it sounds funny

Mr D.: I am the God of Insanity. I can just drive them crazy.

Annabeth: Mr. D, no.

Percy: Not a bad idea though. I'm writing it down.

Will: Wait. I think I figured out another problem

Percy: What is it, Will?

Will: Who tells Bianca?

Everyone:

Percy: ...all in favor of keeping this a secret from Bianca, say aye?

Everyone, terrified: Aye!

Will: Whu- Percy, no. Remember that time you didn't tell her about how you accidentally destoryed Nico's mythomagic cards and made him sad for nearly a month?

Percy: *shivers* I still get nightmares from that.

Annabeth: Fine. Who tells her?

Everyone: *looks at Reyna and Thalia*

Reyna: No

Thalia: Absolutely not.

Mr. D: Hang on. If Bianca is so terrifying, why not just give the guys to her?

Percy: Mr. D, although that's a tempting plan, there is no telling what Bianca will do to those guys if we let her get near them.

Mr. D: She can't be THAT scary.

Everyone: Yes, she can.

Percy: With what she did to me? She might as well have sent me to Tartarus!

Frank: Gods, what did she do to him?

Annabeth: She took away all the blue in our apartment and replaced them with orange.

Percy: It took a month before she put them back! There was no blue food for a month!

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flamingpudding · 1 year

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Part 4 of Ghost Kid in Gotham

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How to catch a baby brother

Richard 'Dick' Greyson had a problem. It wasn't a nuclear level of problem but it also wasn't a paper cut level of problem either. Because apparently he had a baby brother no one in their family but Damien knew about. Granted Damien had confessed that said baby brother was dead and had supposedly died eight years ago.

The explanation that Talia had apparently pulled another Jason was not helpful at all. According to Damien, in response to Tims findings, there was no other way for the twin to be alive other than Talia having preserved his body and then decided after eight years to drop it into the pits. Well lets just say his opinion on that woman if it was already down in the depth it certainly was now.

Which, considering the glowing Lazarus green eyes, could mean that there was now an eight years old child running loose in the Bat Cave with Pit Madness. Not just a simple feral eight years old that looked like perfect B adoption material and so happened to be blood related.

"Guys we need a plan. We can't just let our little teethling run loose."

"Richard, do not refer to my brother as little teethling." Dick only grinned. "Well the little biter needs a nickname and until I find something else fitting its teethling. Or do you have a better suggestion?"

Sweet little Baby Bird was now glowering at him. Oh protective were we, his little brothers definitely were the cutest. He was definitely going to tease sweet little Dami about this later once the first phase of new little brother crisis was over. For now they had to find the little guy first. The Cave wasn't exactly childproof.

"Let's use Jason as bait." Tim suddenly suggested causing the second oldest to grimace. "The little guy apparently likes biting him. We could use that as an advantage."

"Absolutely fucking not." Little Wing disagreed and Dick chuckled in good humor.

"Aw come on Little Wing, this is your chance to make a bond with our new baby before any of us can."

"For once I agree with Todd. Absolutely not, who knows where he has been. I will not have my brother become sick from biting him." He would have cooed at this, if Jason's face change from surprise at the agreement to a purely offended scowl wasn't so funny.

"Okay no biting bait. But we gotta draw out the little guy and calm his Pit Rage." If that feralness the kid displayed had even anything to do with Pit Rage.Considering the glowing eyes though he would think so. Dick eyed Jasons for a moment, he didn't seem to be affected at all nor had he said anything about the Pit being upset or feeling anything strange. So maybe the little guy wasn't suffering to an extrem from it? But he had apparently been brought back by a Lazarus Pit, so the likelihood with their experiences so far was slim.

"Well we gotta find a way to secure the little guy before B comes back or Alfie finds out." Jason mentioned still scowling at Damien. "By the way, I want to be here when you guys tell B about this. I wanna see his face and make fucking sure the little biter won't be turned into another kid soldier."

"Jason." He scowled, this was definitely not the right time for that sort of discussion but he had a point, they needed to find little… what had Damien said his name was? Wait did Damien even tell them the little guy's name? They all had just been using nicknames so far.

"Dami, what's the little teethling's name again?"

"I haven't told you yet." Ah okay so he didn't have a hole in his memory. "It's Danyal, but when we were younger he didn't like the way grandfather and our teachers called his name and insisted on being called informally as Danny."

"Okay right, so we better find little Danny and get everyone together to introduce-"

"Might I ask who this 'little Danny' is, Master Dick?"

He did not scream. But his heart rate shot up with Alfred just appearing behind him like that. Really sometimes Alfred could be as bad as Cass in the ways of sneaking up on people without them knowing.

"Alfred, hey hi what are you doing down here?" He was not nervous, no he wasn't. The way the butler narrowed his eyes at him did definitely not scare him at all, nope.

"I was informed that all of you returned uninjured." Though his eyes narrowed at Jason's hand that got cut earlier and his brother instantly tried to hide it behind his back when he noticed Alfreds eyes on him. "But the four of you, despite having returned to the Cave, have not come up yet. So I was merely checking on you, to make sure nothing was wrong after all."

He gulped. Really there was no way of ever hiding anything from Alfred.

"Jason brought a child to the Cave that we found out is Damien's twin that had died eight years ago but was brought back to life and is now feral and hiding somewhere in the cave."

At least it was Timber that blurred out everything they knew so far.

"His name is Danyal." Baby Bird added and the four of them waited for Alfred's reaction.

"I see. I will go prepare one of the rooms then and inform Master Bruce to return sooner from his meeting with the Justice League then. As well as prepare for a family dinner as soon as possible, I assume. Will my help be needed in finding young Master Danyal?"

"No worries Alfie, I think I have an idea on how to draw out the little shiiii-biter. You made cookies, right?" Jason at the last minute corrected his words because of the look and Dick couldn't help but snicker.

"I indeed did. If my help is not required then I will be on my way."

Giving them all one last look over, the Butler smiled before he turned to leave. Dick, Tim and Jason let out a sigh in relief once Alfred had left again to which Damien only eyed them strangely.

A little while later Jason went to get the cookies and came back with the plate and staring at a green post-it note. "Since when does Alfie stick green post-it notes with cryptic shit on plates?"

"What?" His brother only shrugged offering the note to him. Tim was looking over his shoulder at it and the two stared at the strange writing.

"I think Cass or Steph might be pulling a prank on us? These look just like random squiggles."

"Let's leave this for later and look for the little teethling." He passed the note to Tim, noticing the curiosity in his eyes. Oh boy, he probably should make sure his little brother gets some sleep instead of trying to encrypt whatever was written on that little note all night.

"Now everyone lets take a cookie, resist eating it and go hunt down our little teethling."

Damien narrowed his eyes on him. "I told you to stop calling Danyal that." The little baby bird still took a cookie though and marched away into the bat cave. They had separated wandering through the Bat Cave trying to cover as much ground as possible and by this point Dick was ready to call for Cass to join them, maybe even wake up Duke just so they would finally find the little kid.

That was until a familiar yowl of pain resounded in the Cave. The direction made Dicks stomach sink once he remembered just what was in the Cave in this direction. "Jason!"

Once he arrived there he feared for the worst. Jason avoided the area, because B had placed their Lazarus Pit there and his brother had often said that it was one of the reasons he didn't like coming to the Cave that much anymore let alone into this area of the Cave. To hear his brothers shout of pain from that area couldn't mean anything good.

Well that was until he got to the scene. Dick didn't know how long he stood there frozen but at some point he knew he took out his phone to take some photos of what was happening. Tim was already laughing and Dick was pretty sure that Babs was most likely recording this with one of the many cameras B had in the Cave.

Jason lay with his back on the ground, with one hand his brother was still holding the cookie waving it desperately before Danny's face who was biting down on the other arm sitting on the downed vigilante's chest. Little hands gripping onto the arm in an attempt to make sure no one was taking his chewtoy away from him. Meanwhile Damien was trying to lift the little biter off Jason by holding him with his hands under the kids armpits.

"You little shit! FUCK! Come on, here is the cookie! Take the fucking cookie! OUCH FUCKING HELL! How is he resisting Alfies cookies!"

"Danyal, No! You do not know where Todd was or how dirty he is. Let go of his arm this instant. We do not want you to get sick!"

"Hey!"

This was gold, Dick decided, and would go straight to the black mail as well as family memories folder.

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lightwing-s · 9 months

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Could you write a jason x reader (preferably fem) where batfam meets reader?

Jason didn’t plan for it to happen like this, but like everything involving his family, nothing followed a scripted order, being closer to chaos than anything Jason had ever seen.

You were out on a date, just a casual stroll around the city, going to a few shops, getting random food and simply enjoying each other’s company. It was a cold night, and Jason’s arms over your shoulders helped you warm up a little.

He had taken the night off, opting for spending some time with you after an intense couple of weeks. His siblings, though, hadn’t decided the same, and instead chose to sneak around the couple, following them through every place they’d been tonight.

Unaware, Jason was his usual self around you. Sweet, caring, showing off PDA every so often, between kisses on your temples to long make out sessions in an alley he sneaked you two into.

“Hello, brother.” Damian’s voice startled you two, breaking away from the kiss quickly.

“Damian?” Jason questioned, looking at his younger brother dressed in his patrolling outfit. “What are you doing here?”

“Patrolling, since you’re n-”

“He just wanted to say hi.” Dick landed beside him, covering Damian’s mouth with his hand. “Wasn’t it Dami?”

“What are you doing here?” Jason got closer to the two, whispering his anger-covered words as not to frighten you. “I told you I couldn't make it tonight.”

“I know.” Dick said, lifting his hands in defense. “We just saw you around and decided to make sure your date went alright.”

“You’ve been following us.” he whispered-screamed.

“I wouldn’t say following.” Tim’s voice came from somewhere. “More like guarding you.”

“You’re fucking insane.”

Shaking his head, he turn on his heels and went back to you, taking your hand in his and pulling you out of the alley.

“Are those your brothers?” you asked, having been made aware of Jason’s night time activities. He hummed a reply, pulling you faster into the streets, but you stopped at your place, forcing him to do the same. “Why don’t you introduce us?”

Releasing a deep breath, Jason tries to think of a better excuse than “I don’t want to” to give to you alongside his “no”. But he looks into your eyes, pleading him to meet the brothers he so often talks about, wanting to know the bits and pieces of his life he still hadn’t shared with you.

And he can’t say no. He can’t say no because you’ve been so patient with him, so understanding of his boundaries and choices to slowly let you into his life. You’ve never denied him anything, and he felt bad denying you this one thing, especially when it’s been presented right in front of you.

“They may be a bit overwhelming.” he says, giving the trio a quick glance. You, on the other hand, almost jumped from excitement, eyes glowing at his words. “But they’re… nice.”

Entangling your hands, he spins you two around and have you headed in the direction his siblings are standing, curiosity painting their faces seeing Jason’s sudden change of mind.

“Boys.” he called out to his brothers. “This is Y/n, my girlfriend.”

Dick’s smile reached his ear, as he greeted Y/n with his usual charm, happy to finally meet the girl Jason never talked about, but whose existence was clear as day to him, as his brother’s entire demeanor took a drastic change from his usual brooding one.

Tim softly shook your hands upon getting a bit closer, not saying much, but greeting you with such kindness that had you blushing a little.

Damian, on the other hand, did not look impressed, looking you up and down before deciding to just nod his head at you and turn around.

“That was…. Interesting.” Dick laughed. “Well, it was really nice meeting you, Y/n, but I hope Jason brings you around soon so we can actually get to know you a little.”

“I hope he does,” you said, side eyeing your annoyed boyfriend. “I’d love to get to know more about you too. Jason talks a lot about you guys.”

“No I don’t.” he whispered, earning a light kick on his heel. “Y/n, babe?”

He turned to you, desperately begging you to let you two leave. “Our movie session starts in fifteen minutes.”

“It was nice meeting you Y/n.” Dick extended his hand once more, and you shook it with the same joyous excitement. “You know, Bruce will be hosting a dinner in a couple of weeks, if Jason doesn’t mind, you could meet the rest of the family there.”

The two of you instantly turned to you pouty boyfriend whose annoyed face made you cackle. “If mister broody over here agrees, I’d love to.”

Turning back, you watched on as your boyfriend’s brothers disappeared into the darkness.

“I don’t talk that much about them.” Jason chimed.

“Yes, you do.” you said in return, smiling at his now defeated expression.

“Let’s go, or we might miss the movie.” he took hold of your hands again. “And after I can tell you about the dinner.”

Jumping up and down, you got to your tiptoes to give your much taller boyfriend a kiss on the cheek, glad he was slowly but surely letting his walls down, letting you in into the part of his life he was so protective and unsure about.

To Jason, albeit a bit anxious, he was left sure, upon this meeting, that letting you in wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

#jason todd x reader #jason todd imagine #jason todd blurb #jason todd #jason todd x you #jason todd fluff

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luvrodite · 11 months

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WHEN HANDS TOUCH JASON TODD

↳ holding hands with jason for the first time or: a slow descent into love told through three moments when he holds your hands

The first time Jason holds your hand, it’s out of necessity.

There isn’t anything romantic about it, only that the street suddenly seems fuller, more crowded as the both of you make your way down it after lunch and Jason’s feeling the telltale prick of unease settling between his shoulder blades when he finds himself barely able to move without brushing against the edges of someone else’s coat. Beside him, you’re shying close to his side but the city dwellers have no intention of moving aside for you. The second time somebody else walks between the both of you, he’s reaching for your hand and tugging you firmly next to him.

“C’mere.”

He glares when the next guy comes along, a businessman too consumed by the voice on the other end of his phonecall to notice you in front of him. He double takes when his eyes meet Jason’s and he jerks as he hastily steps out of your path.

You stifle a giggle, and Jason bites back a smug grin. He’s mostly successful but you spy the twitch of his mouth and nudge him, your joined hands swinging as you push him.

“You’re awful,” you tell him, but your eyes are bright and you can’t hide your smile.

He only remembers to let go when you get to your place and reach for the keys, fingers intertwined still.

It’s a dangerous thing, to walk the streets of Gotham alone. But, Jason supposes, you aren’t alone if he’s there too.

You’re crying when he happens upon you, walking down the street with the most put out expression he’s ever seen you wear and sniffing, wiping tears away with the sleeve of your shirt. Midday, and the road is mostly empty of people–he’s coming back from a run when he sees you. He crosses the road unthinkingly, and calls out your name.

You look up and he feels his stomach drop, hands coming to your face instinctively, voice dropping reassuringly as he looks you over. What’s wrong, he asks softly, the voice he reserves for children and hurt victims he encounters on patrol, and your face crumples.

A bad day. That’s all it is, a culmination of small inconveniences that on their own really wouldn’t bother you, but today, everything that could go wrong had in fact gone wrong. It all comes spilling out, and you’re sniffling again, tears splashing down the front of your shirt as you recount your day miserably.

He takes your hand in his carefully, squeezing it as comfortingly as he can as he stands on the sidewalk waiting for your tears to run dry.

When there’s nothing left, he walks you home. You invite him in, and he finds he can’t say no to you, not when you look like that. So he walks in, and makes a home for himself on the floor of your living room right up until the sun begins to sink and there’s little danger of your hurt returning.

He leaves your apartment with a squeeze of your hands once more and a promise from you, call if things get bad again, okay?

Dick asks him one morning what his relationship with you is, exactly and he doesn’t quite know what to tell him because he’s not sure himself.

He’s comfortable, existing as the both of you are. He’s begun to spend nights at yours now, simply for the convenience, and it doesn’t feel unnatural when you offer to share your bed with him. He wakes in the morning wrapped around you, and you don’t seem to have a problem with it, so he’s never pushed.

It’s never really occurred to him that it might seem like something else to other eyes.

He’s quiet when he comes over later that night, pushing around his stir fry with his fork. You kick his foot gently with your own, a silent question in your eyes. Is everything okay?

He looks at you, television lighting your features, soft clothes and the shine of your lipbalm. It offers him everything he needs to know, and the resulting smile he offers is reassuring.

You put a movie on after dinner, something old with fancy accents and extravagantly painted sets. Jason, eyes on the television, reaches out to take your hand in his. It’s nothing new, but it's entirely novel.

thank u for this request!! i put my own spin on it, but i hope you enjoy it!!

#jay my heart #jasonsmirrorball #jason todd x reader #jason todd imagine

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gotham-daydreams · 2 months

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Warning long ask ahead I apologize in advance

Hi there :), I'm here to drops some angst

So you said that friend!reader does some shady buisness, and I imagine it takes a while for the whole turn yandere for reader takes a while to happen

So what if the batfam threatening them and interfering in their life so they leave the idol alone is what eventually pushes them that way?(They did it as the Wayne family, in this scenario reader doesn't know the identities)

As you said, they are the richest family in Gotham and can easily get you fired from your job, or expelled if you're in college

And let's say Barbara is the first to starting turn

Maybe it's when she just happens to be investigating some crime trough cameras and she come across reader, shes likely annoyed but decide to investigate anyway, she is still vigilantes after all

And that eventually leads her to finding out the reasons why reader doing it, because they need it to afford groceries, and they can't get a normal job because of her and the family

it wouldn't be immediately yandere but I feel like the shock of it would be a good Kickstarter

And to make it worse? The reader is not out for revenge, they are not plotting to kill someone or trying to ruin Wayne industries, they are just trying to afford food

She can deal with someone hating them and wanting to hurt them, but instead the reader pretends that they don't know them, either the Wayne's , or her own family

And that really digs deep , not just because of the batfam but because she knows that if reader were to ask Gordon for help, he would do so in a heartbeat

But reader won't, because they're afraid, afraid of the batfam hurting them, afraid of *her*

That stews in her head for a while, she remembered back when she still worked with her father, on how she wanted to help the criminals in Gotham, because a lot of them where people in bad situations pushed into this life by someone with more power, people like two face, penguin, black mask ,... And now her

Her younger self would be absolutely be disgusted by her right now

So Barbara steels herself and decides to help reader, she knows she can't go on person, reader would be rightfully too angry or too scared to listen to anything she had to say,

There nothing she could do as Barbara Gordon, but reader would be willing to listen to a text send to them by oracle

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so yeah the idea is, Barbara starts talking to reader as oracle to keep them safe, and that eventually that turns into obsession, I had no real reason to focus on her, I just wanted to have someone different than the obvious Jason or Bruce

Also not gonna lie, the reason I mention Gordon in this is because I had the less angsty idea of Gordon helping the reader out of the bad situations like the batfam pins a crime on a reader and he's like "oh hold on you guys got this wrong"(he doesn't know it was intentional) and proves the reader innocent, so reader starts clinging to him and when the batfam eventually turn yandere their like >:0

Because the reader prefers the grizzled old detective instead of super cool vigilante group (warning the batfam might be biased)

YESSS!!!! I definitely see it! And honestly, the reason the reader does shady stuff in the first place is exactly as you said pretty much- they have no choice. They're living on their own, as their own sole provider, and have nobody to help them but themselves - and what's the quickest way to make money in Gotham? Especially semi-good money? Crime.

Not that the reader kills anyone or anything like that, they just do what they have to, but they still hold morals and such.

I will also say that how the Batfam becomes obsessed is through them just... not knowing much about the reader the more they think about it. Like, sure the reader would answer their questions they'd dismissively ask just for the sake of it and to keep appearances, but the reader wouldn't really give anything of substance.

Do they work? Yeah! Where do they work? Just as some shop What do they live? Somewhere in downtown Gotham/With a friend! What are they studying? You think they study?

And so on and so forth. Things to move the conversation along, but also not really give anything, y'know?

So it's through learning more about the reader (and outside of what they deem necessary to learn so that they have more leverage and such over them) and such, is a big part of their 'transition'/switch from the idol to the reader themself.

It sucks too because the reader wants to do something else, and is actively working towards being able to work a 'clean' job, but of course, since this is Gotham and they aren't rich by any means - it's hard to do that. It's hard to put themselves in a better position by themselves, especially considering their position.

They are terrified of the Batfam when they go out to do their shady stuff, just knowing that the vigilantes are lurking is enough of a fright, but the thought of facing them and the aftermath... that fills them with dread too, because they can't afford to get caught. They can't afford to get their lights knocked out, and be sent to prison. They're just trying to make their life better, and want to do it themself. To prove to themself that they can do this... and also not seem a certain way to their more well-off friends.

It's a struggle, and the Batfam, even before they begin to act malicious and everything - added to that by just doing their jobs and such at night. So with what goes down and everything... yeah, it doesn't help.

If anything, that first message from Oracle definitely freaks them the fuck out. It 100% takes them way too long to even open the message, expecting some kind of threat or something along those lines. A threat, or a promise against them - and so on and so forth. So you can imagine how they react when they finally see the message and it's actual contents.

Regardless, I love your input and seeing your thoughts!! It was an awesome read, I really enjoyed it :]

#talking daydreams #never-ever after

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writing-blog-iguess · 5 days

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Online matchup 11

Summery: Jason said he was going to be out of town, but that doesn’t stop Red Hood from checking in once in a while. But there are more pressing matters Y/n is dealing with, and Y/n has live with what they learned and they’re not sure how to handle it.

Warning: fluff I think, swearing, reader is having a crisis anyways. So is Jason.

A/N: I’m trying to get my rhythm back after everything went to shit, so I am starting with a new chapter of this. Hope you like it, it’s the only thing I finished before everything happened with my mother-in-law. And don’t worry, I still plan on posting the other ficus I promised, I’m just trying not to overwhelm myself. Also, this was 100% inspired the new arc of Batman: Wayne Family Adventures on webtoon

Ao3

Master list

Taglist: @teapartydreams @adorabluesposts

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March 14

Roy

How goes it with Jason?

Y/n

Why?

Why do you have the need to keep my number?

Roy

Because one day we will meet, and we will have to be friends

Y/n

Because of Jason?

Roy

Because of Jason

But this way, we can get ahead of the game

And I don’t have to pretend to like you for I will already like you when that day comes

Y/n

You’re so weird

Roy

Yeah but aren’t we all a little weird in our own way?

Y/n

I guess

Roy

So?

Answer my question

Y/n

So demanding

Just ask Jason

He is your friend

Roy

Yeah, but he doesn’t like talking about personal things while working

Y/n

So you’re going to get information from me?

What makes you think I’ll answer?

Roy

I could always ask Conner

Y/n

Why would he know about my relationship?

Roy

He’s dating your sister

And he is friends with with Tim

Y/n

Damn

You’re right

Roy

Always am

Y/n

Mm, I don’t think so

But things with Jason is good

We’ve aired out our worries and continue to see each other regularly

Roy

Good

Y/n

Why’d that feel threatening?

Y/n

Your friend Roy is something else

Jason

What?

When the fuck did you meet Roy?

Y/n

Technically I haven’t physically met him

But Conner made a group chat the other week and he was in it?

And now he has taken to texting me

It’s wild

Jason

This was not how I wanted the two of you to meet

Y/n

It is what it is

My mom always said I needed more friends

Jason

I doubt this is how she wanted that to happen

Y/n

It is what it is

Don’t be too mad

Jason

I’m not

You guys were bound to meet eventually

Just not like this

Y/n

Yeah but that’s okay

I kind of like Roy

Though sometimes it feels like he’s threatening me when he talks

But other then that he’s okay

Jason

Nice to know that you have other options in the dating world if this doesn’t work out

Y/n

Okay I wouldn’t go that far

He’s nice and all

But I’m not the type of person to go after my ex’s best friend

Jason

I’m just saying

Y/n

So am I

Jason

I mean, there’s always Red Hood you could go after

Y/n

I have many regrets

And telling you my crush on him is the biggest one

Jason

I think it’s cute

Y/n

I think it’s unattainable

Jason

Maybe, maybe not

Y/n

What’s that suppose to mean?

Jason

Nothing you need to worry about

Y/n

Okay, well now I’m worried

Jason

Mm, well that’s to bad

On an unrelated note,

I might be a little distant for a bit

Got stuff I need to work on

So our dinner date has to be on pause till I get back.

Y/n

We had a dinner date?

Jason

I love how that’s your takeaway from that

Y/n

Well I mean

I feel like that’s something I would remember

Jason

...

I didn’t ask you, did I?

Y/n

That seems to be the case

Jason

Well, I guess I’ll have to ask you when I get back

Y/n

What?

Booo

There’s a thump outside your window that has you looking up from your book. You freeze, waiting for something to happen. When nothing happens, you go back to your book.

Before you can focus on the words, you hear something from beyond your window. Head snapping to it, you narrow your eyes as if you could see through it.

When the sounds kept coming, so did your curiosity. Sighing, you set the book down and pushed your blankets as you got off the bed to investigate.

Drawing the curtains open, you come face to face with someone you thought you'd never see again. You blinked a few times to see if you were seeing things. But you weren't and it was Red Hood that sat on your fire escape.

Opening your window, you leaned out to see what he was doing better. He wasn't injured but he was heaving. Like he was running from something.

"Come here often?" you asked once your assessment was done. You watched in amusement as he jumped slightly, hand hovering over his holster as he turned around

“Why are you awake so late at night?" he asked instead. You shrugged and rested your chin on your hand.

"Wasn't tired," you answered, eyes straying down to the streets below when you heard shouts. "So, I thought you usually fight thugs. You don't seem to be the hiding type."

Red Hood shrugged and relaxed, leaning back on the wall. "Don't really feel like fighting tonight. Figured Batman can have this one.”

"I thought you hated him," you said, surprised.

"Love hate relationship I guess."

Silence fell as you watched the Gotham night bustle with life, enjoying the sounds. "You hungry or something?" you asked, and could see the hesitation when he realized that he'd have to remove the helmet. "I can turn my back if you’re more comfortable with that," you suggested. At his nod, you stood and beelined to the kitchen. Once the food was plated and warmed, you grabbed a water bottle and walked back.

"It isn't much, but at least it's something,” you said as you handed the food over. He granted and you turned around. Sitting on the floor back leaning against the window. You heard the click and hiss coming from behind. Though you were curious to see what his face looked like, you promised not to peak.

"So, do you feed everyone who stops on your fire escape or am I just special?" he asked around a mouthful of food. Your checks warmed and was very glad that he couldn't see.

"Only the ones I like,” you teased.

"That implies you have visitors," he pointed out.

"And if I do?”

"Then you should be worried." You snorted, hugging your knees to your chest.

"I'm on the sixth floor. I don't know who would come to my window.”

“Didn't stop me.”

"Guess you’re just special."

"So, should I be worried once your boyfriend gets home?" Red Hood asked when there was a lull in the conversation. You hummed and rested your chin on your knees

"I don't think so,” you answered, "I live alone."

"So no boyfriend? Or girlfriend?"

"No girlfriend," you confirmed, "I'm not sure if he's my boyfriend.”

Jason's heart leapt in his chest, and he rubbed his chest with nerves. "Sounds complicated."

"Not complicated,” you hummed, "I mean, I would like to call him my boyfriend but we've been talking and we've been on a couple of dates. But we haven't talked about what we are. Which is fine, I don't need a label to tell me how I feel about him."

"How do you feel about him?" he asked when you trailed off.

"I really really like him. And I trust him a lot too, and I could see myself falling in love with him. I just need to trust myself, you know? I'm just afraid to fuck it up with him. Like, I have his heart in my hands and I'm afraid l'Il break it. His been through so much and I don't want to be added on to list of how I fucked it up."

Jason's heart went out to you, and could understand where you were coming from. He is on the same boat as you.

"Sounds like this is a conversation you need to have with him," he said, voice a little rough. He cleared his throat and you nodded. "Not with some vigilante." You let out a wet laugh, and wiped your eyes when you realized you were crying.

“Yeah, guess you're right," you said. "Sorry for putting that all on you. You might have some relationship problems of your own."

"I wouldn't say that," he muttered, and you could hear movement from behind you. Once you heard the familiar click, you moved to sit on your knees and turned around, leaning your forearms on the window sill. "Thanks for the food.”

"Wasn't much but thanks for listening to a random cizitians worries.”

“It's what we do," he said, getting a genuine laugh from you and Jason smiled.

One of his favourite sounds and he'll never get tired of it. He gave you a two finger salute and ran down the stairs.

You stood up and watched as he disappeared. You bit your lip to keep from smiling and leaned out the window to grab the dishes. He was an interesting person, you had to admit

And if you meet him again well you wouldn't be opposed to that.

And meet him you did.

Three days later, you're in your room finishing some homework when you hear a thud outside your window. Setting your books aside, you crawl off your bed and towards your window. You opened your window with a smile. “One would think you're here to- holy shit! Are you okay?" you exclaimed when you saw his bleeding arm.

Red Hood looked up and you could feel the scowl behind his helmet. "Are you ever sleeping?"

"Do you ever not get hurt while being a hero?" you shot back. He bristled and nodded in satisfaction when he didn’t respond. “Are you okay though? That looks like it hurts.”

“Fine,” he grunted, “just a graze.”

“Just a graze,’ he says while bleeding,” you mocked, giving him a look. "You've been shot at, forgive me if I don't believe you.”

"Believe what you like. I don't care."

"Well someone's grumpy," you said and opened the way. “Come, let’s get that fixed before you bleed to death.”

“Are you always this sarcastic?" he asked, but didn't move. You stepped back and put your hands on your hips and raised an eyebrow.

"I don't bite," you answered, and quirked your lip. "Unless asked."

"I'll take that as a yes," he said with a laugh. Shaking his head, he ducked through the window with a groan. "You don't strike me as someone who invites people over,” he said, looking around the room as he followed you.

“I'm not, this is just repaying you for saving my life a couple of months ago." You gestured towards the chair as you went to the bathroom. "Have a seat. I'll be back.” After rummaging through your bathroom, you found the first aid kit and came back to find Red Hood sitting with his jacket off.

You pulled a chair closer to him, and set the kit down before opening it. "It’s going to sting a bit," you warned, and he only grunted. "Okay then," you said and started cleaning the bullet wound. "Good news, you don't need stitches."

"Bad news?" he asked and you startled, not expecting him to say anything.

"It might scar but I doubt it."

“What’s one more scar?” he questioned and you eyed him after you taped the gauze. “What?”

“Nothing,” you said, averting your gaze back to his arm. You rolled down his sleeve, only to give your hands something to do. “Hurt anywhere else?”

“Nah, that was the best of it,” he said and crossed his arms. “Are you a nurse or something?”

“Or something,” you answered. You’re unsure how you know, but you know that he’s giving you a flat look. “Engineer student,” you said with a little wave. “I happen to get injuries a lot, and instead of going to the doctors, I learned to treat myself properly. It’s come in handy a few times.”

“So you know how to do stitches?”

You shook your head and leaned back into the chair. “In theory, sure. But I’ve never had to do them. I’ve always gone to the doctors if I need them.”

“Guess I could be your practice dummy,” he mused and you leaned over slightly to poke his side.

“Don’t even think about it,” you said, poking him again. To which he slapped your hand away. “I’m not going to be responsible for scaring Red Hood even more.”

“I think if it came from you, I think I wouldn’t mind.”

Flushing, you turned away from him and sniffed. “Well regardless, this is a one time thing. Don’t expect it to happen again.”

Except it did.

Over the course of the week, Red Hood would come by unexpectedly. Whether to hide out from his partners, or in need of a nurse that he felt safe coming to you or simply to talk to someone.

And each night you sat in your room, waiting. It was never the same time but always early enough that you wouldn’t be going to sleep late. Despite your messed up sleep schedule, Red Hood was determined to fix it.

And every night, your feelings grew a little more. But you never acted on them, your heart belonged to Jason, even if you hadn’t realized it yet.

March 22

Y/n (10:20 am)

So you know that crush I have on red hood?

Ellie

The one that you squashed after falling for Jason?

Yes I remember

Y/n

It came back full force

I think I’m in love

Ellie

Y/n I swear

It’ll go away eventually

And how?

You’ve never met him

Y/n

I’ve met him twice

Ellie

The only time you’ll meet a hero or whatever is if one you’re a criminal or two you need help

And I doubt it’s the first one

Y/n

Hey!

I can be a criminal if I wanted too

Ellie

Yeah but your too nice and in love to be one

Y/n

Touché

Anyways, I’ve meet him and the second time we’ve talked

He’s nice

Ellie

You can not fall for people who are nice y/n

That’s how you get hurt

Y/n

What about Jason?

Ellie

I think he’s different

The both of you have been hurt too many times and you both know that

So you’re taking the time to get to know each othere

Y/n

When’d you get so wise?

Ellie

Someone had to when you moved out

Y/n

Listen here you little shit

Ellie

I’m listening

Y/n

Asshole

Ellie

You know what would be funny?

If Jason turned out to be Red Hood

Ha! You fell for the same dude twice

Y/n

Why would you say that?

ELLIE

WHY

WOULD

YOU

SAY

THAT

Ellie

It’s a JOKE

Y/n

IT'S NOT A VERY FUNNY ONE

IT'S LIKE SAYING CONNER IS SUPERBOY

Conner (1:30 pm)

WHY WOULD YOU TELL ELLIE IM SUPERBOY

Y/n

It was a JOKE

It’s not like you actually are

Conner

…

Y/n

ARE YOU ACTUALLY

Conner

Y/n

Holy shit

It was suppose to be a joke

Conner

NOT A REALLY FUNNY ONE

Y/N

You don’t say

Conner

Why’d you even say it anyways?

Y/n

She started it

Telling me that Jason could be red hood

And that I fell for him twice

Which is insane

Conner

Absolutely insane

Doesn’t have a reason to be him anyways

I mean RH is mean and not really a hero, you know?

Who shoots at people and almost kills them?

That's not Jason at all

Jason’s sweet and caring and the total opposite of RH

Y/n

…

I’m telling Jason you think he’s sweet and caring

Conner

I can see why he likes you

You’re both the same

Y/n

Sweet and caring?

Conner

Go away

Y/n

Nah

Your dating my sister

Your stuck with me forever

Conner

Or until we break up

Y/n

True

But then you'll die :)

Conner

somehow, that smiley face makes it worst

Y/n

You hated your sister. Like sure, you love her and any given time you wouldn't mind talking to her. But at this moment while you were pacing your room. You really hated your sister.

You know what would be funny? . If Jason turned out to be Red Hood. Ha! You fell for the same dude twice.

You couldn't stop thinking about her words, and your curiosity ran too deep for you to leave it alone. You opened your laptop ready to go snooping on Batman's computer but you stopped yourself and started pacing.

"If Jason wanted me to know, he’d tell me, right?" you asked out loud. "But then again, he wouldn't tell me because he isn't Red Hood." Turning, you walked back, hands moving in front of you.

"But then again, if he was him then he had good reasons for not telling me." Turn, walk. "But if it is him, does that mean the whole family's a hero family?" you questioned and groaned. "Oh! That would make sense. All those nights helping his brothers with something.”

Turn, walk. “It would be so embarrassing if he was. All the things I said to Red Hood about Jason. And vide versa,” you said in realization. You stopped walking and covered your face with your hands. “The conversation I should have had with Jason instead of Red Hood. Plus I told him I had a crush on Red Hood! Oh no!

“And if he is actually Red Hood, it would be an invasion of privacy if I look into it.”

You stared at your laptop as you chewed your lip in thought. "Fuck it," you said, and dived onto the bed. Moving your laptop to your lap, you began typing away praying that Batman doesn't notice your presence.

Once entering the back door you created, you began your search. It didn't take long to find what you were looking for and you spent the next twenty minutes reading everything Batman had on Red Hood

You closed your computer and fell back onto your bed, covered your face with your hands in defeat. Why? Why couldn't you leave well enough alone? Why did you have to let your curiosity run wild? And why did you have to listen to your sister? Questions you didn't know the answers to, and none were important. There was only one that needed an answer.

What are you going to do now that you know the truth?

You couldn't talk to anyone about it, and the one person you could, doesn’t know that you know.

Sitting back down, you opened your laptop with the intention of getting rid of the backdoor to Batman's computer. Just as you were deleting it, something caught your attention.

Still not knowing better, you followed it and covered your mouth in shock.

The Joker was out, and he was on the hunt.

Y/n (2:23 am)

I hope your doing okay

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And they were roommates. 1-4

Summary: Your roommate comes to save you from a bad date and ends up saving your whole night.

Pairing: FemReader x Jason Todd

Words: 3.9k

Warnings: SMUT 18+ ONLY, choking, teasing, swearing, praise, asshole men, drinking, plot? whos she?, Friends to lovers, Roommates!AU, Jason is the hood but his roommate has no idea. Mean names for mean men.

AN: OMG they were roommates. Soft Jason is getting me through my days right now.

Edit: Apparently I need to put numbers on theses, because I live in this world now and as of right now there are 2 more chapters in my drafts.

“Hey roomie, what's up?” Jason's voice is somehow the only thing calming you down as you cower in the stall of the ladies room. This was supposed to be a nice date, the guy was a doctor for fucks sake. But if he isn't the creepiest guy, with the worst vibes in the world, you'd eat your own shoe.

Shit, how are you going to tell Jason that you’re an idiot. The smart thing to do would’ve been to call Cass or Steph, but you’re not quite sure how they would react. Jason on the other hand, you know he will come. He might be one of the biggest assholes you know, but he’s got a soft spot for you. He did let you move in with him after you got kicked out of your last place and well, you panicked. So now here you are hiding in the bathroom, calling your massive roommate to come rescue you because you're terrified of what's going to happen when you turn this guy down.

“Princess? You there? Are you alright? You're breathing kind of heavy.”

“Jay, I need you to come get me.”

“That bad huh?”

“Yes, please. Were at-”

“I know where you are. Give me ten minutes.”

“Thanks,” you end the call. Ten minutes ok. You can wait ten minutes. You've just got dessert left. That should give Jason plenty of time to show up and you can just say Jay will give you a ride home and that will be that. No worries.

5 minutes to go, you think as Dr fuckin douchebag, stands from the table. “I can't wait for you to see my apartment I just got the new-” Blah Blah Blah.......Fuck does he ever shut up? you think. Your eyes stay focused on the door. Maybe you could go back and hide in the bathroom until Jason gets here?

Shit, he's staring. Did he ask you a question? Who cares? You stand up peeking down at the message on your phone.

“1 minute away.”

Thank all the fucking gods for Jason Todd. You follow Dr douche outside, onto the busy street. His gross hand on your back makes you recoil into another passer-by. "Sorry, ma'am,"

"It's ok dear," the old lady says, brushing past you with her groceries, "are you ok?"

“Yeah, thanks.” You say sincerely, hearing the echo of Jason's bike from down the street. Any second now.

“Don't worry about that old bitch. She needs to watch where she’s going,” Dr douche says, “my car is this way,” he starts to direct you. But you stand in place, he looks at you with his brow furrowed, “this is Chanel,” he points at his coat, “I need to get inside before it rains. Lets go.”

You just stare at him. Completely flabbergasted. Where the fuck is Jay? The Doctor reaches for you but you take a step back. “I think I'll walk home,”

“Don't be ridiculous, I can drive us back to my house.”

“Nah I'm good,”

“What! I buy you this expensive dinner and nothing? Typical fucking female.”

“The lady said she's good,” a gruff voice comes from behind you before an arm wraps around your shoulder. You lean back into the touch, letting out a deep breath.

“And who the fuck are you?” Dr D-bag shouts.

“Ready to go Princess?” Jay asks, handing you his spare helmet. You nod in response and Jason turns to lead you back to his bike when he suddenly stops. Turning around so fast you don't know what's happened until you see Dr douche on the ground cradling his face. “Fucking prick. Keep your hands off me,” Jason sneers over at him. “You ok?” he asks, as you step away from Dr D-bag who’s still shouting obscenities at you both.

“Yeah good, can we go home now?”

“Right this way Princess.”

Xxx

“So what happened?” Jason asks when you walk through the door of your shared apartment. He’d be silent the whole way home and you’re not certain if it’s because you wouldn’t be able to hear over his motorcycle or if he was trying to calm himself down. He was gripping the handles of the bike so tight you thought they might snap off.

“You saw him. He was awful. Nearly dragging me back to his house wasn’t even the worst of the things he did. Sure, the not letting me get a word in bugged me, but when he started talking about OUR plans for the future I knew I needed an out.”

“That’s gross. But what I don’t understand is-” he pauses as if thinking over his response, “Why call me?”

“I ah-” you're not really sure what to say or why he's so shocked that you would.

“Noone ever calls me for help. You must be out of your mind,”

“I didn't know who else to call,”

“Dick, Steph, Cassie. Geeze I even thought you’d call the demon spawn before me.”

“I panicked and well, I knew you'd come.”

“Because I have no life?”

“No, because even though you're a jerk sometimes there's a reason you let me move in here when I was desperate.”

“Because you're hot?”

“No, because we're friends. You like me,” you tease,”you think I'm cool.”

“Not true.”

“Liar.”

“I would not.” he dramatically rolls his eyes at you.

You ignore him, walking over to the fridge and grabbing a bottle of wine. With a little jump, you sit yourself on the kitchen counter and take a swig. Jason throws his favourite jacket off onto one of the stools, leaning himself next to you on the counter. He stares up at you, like he’s still very confused about why you called him instead of one of the others. The favourites, but he doesn't want to push you.

“May I?” he asks and you recall the dozens of other times you have sat like this together. So much easier and equal when his face is in line with yours and his massive frame isn’t hulking over you.

“For my rescuer? You can have as much wine as you want,” you smile, handing him the bottle.

“Rescuer, I like that. Though I am wondering why you went out with him in the first place.”

“He seemed fine when we were texting. But-”

“He wasn't.”

“Exactly. And honestly I'm so pent up that if he wasn't such a walking red flag, I probably would have gone home with him.”

“Asshole is lucky I only hit him,” he mutters under his breath, “Should’ve at least stabbed him a little,”

“Enough about him. What are we going to do tonight?”

“I could call Roy and Artemis, we could go to the club? We could prowl the streets to find this guy and I'll hit him again for good measure? Or we could stay in, do a girls night?”

“Dancing does sound good, but I'm not really in the mood for other people right now.” You slide further down the counter, before flopping onto the floor, “mogjt I wntd t gt ld tdy,” you mumble into your arm.

“What was that? You’re mumbling,”

“I said!” You shout, “MOSTLY I JUST WANTED TO GET LAID!” Jay peers down at you, his eyes going wide and a tiny bit of shock on his face. “But apparently I'm picky and gross. No one I ever want, wants me.”

“Hey, I won't have you saying shit like that,” he bends down in front of you, his hand firm on your chin. You want to look at him but you can feel the shame on your face. “Eyes on me, Princess.”

“I can't,”

“You can. Come on now, just look at me.” You slowly raise your gaze until your eyes meet his. “There you are, now tell me about your problem.”

“My problem is being so horny I feel like I'm gonna burst.” you admit, “So, not so much a problem as an inconvenience.”

“That’s a really big one,” He says leaning back on his heels, “do you want my help?”

“What?!” you say, very taken aback by his offer.

“I said,” he stays where he is giving you room to think. But you know how fast he can move when he wants to, “Do you want my help?”

“I -” Shit, you can feel all your conflicting emotions swirling around in your head. Sure Jay is kind, sweet even. But he can be such an jerk. Is he going to hold this over you? Bring it up all the time? Is it going to change your friendship? You admit you always had a tiny bit of curiosity about what it would be like, how he would taste, what his big strong arms would feel like wrapped around you. But would this change everything? Would it be better or worse?

“Last time I'm going to ask Princess, you want my help or not? We can just sit and watch a movie or something.” he throws his head back towards the couch, “Clocks ticking, better decide fast.” He smirks, pulling away slightly like he’s about to get up and leave.

“Yes,” the word whispers on your lips.

“Going to need you to say that a bit louder, Princess.” He teases, watching you intently.

“Yes, Jason. I would like your help,”

“Good girl,” he takes your face in his two hands, pulling you into him. His lips meet yours and it's like nothing you've ever felt before. The sweet wine on his breath, his calloused thumbs brush along your cheek, his lips firm while not consuming. It's a great fucking kiss.

“Are you sure about this?” You ask when he stops to take a breath.

“Second guessing yourself already Princess? Coz we can stop. This is all it could be, just a kiss between friends.” He bites down on his bottom lip, his eyes raking over you in the tight red dress you'd worn for your date. “Be a shame, but we can stop.”

You take him in, the grey sweats that just cling to his thighs. The black tee that looks like it's been painted on and those beautiful curls that have gone all frizzy from his helmet.

“Yes”

“Yes you want to stop.” he confirms, backing away.

“Yes, I want to keep going.”

He smiles so wide at that, “then get up,” he wraps an arm around you hugging you close to his body, “I'm not about to fuck you on the floor.” Your legs bind around him, even though you know he isn't about to drop you, “see now isn't that better?”

“Much.”

“Love this dress by the way,” his fingers graze along the underside of your thigh, “Red looks good on you,” he carries you down the hall. Stopping when he reaches your opposite doors, his eyes glancing between the two, “Yours or mine?”

“Mine.”

“Damn, was hoping I'd get to smell you on my sheets tomorrow.”

“Maybe next time,”

“Oh,” he raises his brow, “going to be a next time is there?”

“If you're lucky,” you wink.

“Well, I’m shit outa luck.” he jokes as he takes a seat on the edge of your bed, placing you on his lap. His hand drift’s closer and closer to your pussy. “Maybe I don't need luck,” he kisses into your shoulder, “maybe I can convince you based on pure talent.”

“That's a big maybe,” you squirm rubbing yourself down into his groin,

“Not for me,” he hooks his knees under yours, spreading you open for him, his mouth dangerously close to your ear. His nose brushes along your neck, his fingers matching the movement on your inner thigh.

His other hand reaches around, massaging your tits. A quick swipe of his fingers over your panties, you hide your face, knowing what he's going to find. “Fuck, you're wet already,” his finger slip up, moving your panties to the side as he dips his fingers into your wetness.

You let out a small moan, his fingers feel so intense, slowly drifting up and down your pussy lips. You start to squirm aching to have them inside of you. “Jason please,”

“You want my fingers princess?”

“Yes, shit that feels so good.” His hand rises from your tits circling your neck. His other hand moves your thighs up, your feet landing on his knees and making you fall further back unto him,

“That's a good girl, spread open for me. I got you,” he says when he feels you tense, “relax into me.”

You let your muscles go loose, your hands wrapping around his huge biceps as he brings his free hand closer to where you need him. His hand slips into the band of your panties, ripping them from you and in seconds his hand is back on you.

“Shit, can’t believe you’re so wet already. Do I turn you on Princess?” His voice teasing as his middle finger presses onto you. “Slides in so nice,” he presses it deeper, “fuck, I can feel you clenching on on it already,”

“Jason,” you thrust your hips up, “move your hand,” you reach down, pressing your hand ontop of his.

“Oh, like this,” he pulls his finger out, then puts two back in, “Show me how you like it Princess,”

“Yeah,” you moan, “like that,” guiding his fingers, exactly how you like it.

“That’s it, show me how to make you cum,” he moans, his stubble grazing your cheek as he peers over your shoulder to watch you, “You like that? How about this?” he tilts his head, lips sucking on your shoulder, his thumb moving how you're directing it while his fingers fuck into you.

“Yeah, that's amazing,” you move your hips in time with his thrusts noting the hardness growing under your ass. Relishing in the soft nip of his teeth as they graze up your neck. His other hand reaches round, slipping under your dress and pinching at your nipple.

“That's it, take it from me.” He moans in your ear, “take your pleasure from my hand Princess.” Your hips start to buck, your knees shake from trying to get his fingers deeper and deeper inside you. You feel a surge inside and suddenly your legs collapse, your feet tingle and your head falls back right into his shoulder.

“Jay, that was-” you're lost for words as you stare up at him with only half your brain left.

“Fuck, you made such pretty sounds, let's see of I can get some more,” his hands tighten on the bottom of your dress, tugging the material over your head and throwing it onto the floor. The chill of the night hair hits you and sends goosebumps all over your skin.

You're still basking in your post cum haze when he flips you. Landing on your hands and knees and before you can even ask what he's doing his face is on your pussy.

“I just have to, if this is the only time. I want it all,” his tongue thrust's into you, licking all of that sweet cum from inside you. “Fuck you taste so good,” he moans, the vibration of his voice sending jolts of pleasure through your body. “So fuckin hot when you twitch, Princess,” His fingers thrust back into you as he sucks down on your clit.

“FuucK Jay, yeah like that,” you quiver, over-stimulated from your first orgasms. You press your ass into his face and he growls in response, grabbing you by the hips to force you even closer.

“That's it Princess, fuck yourself into my face. Give me all-” he stops, staring up at you in awe, “are you going to cum again?”

“Yes, so close.”

“Fuck, you must've needed this. So pent up, just needed a real man go take care of you,” his fingers work faster his whole arm wrapping under your hips to keep you upright. “So fucking delicious,”

“Yes Jay, yes I need to-”

“Cum then. Cum on my face,” his words muddled by how well he is eating you right now

“Jason fuuuucckkk,” you scream as you let go, your body shaking, held up only by the arm underneath you.

“Such a good girl,” he says, slowly easing off you, “take a rest,” his weight leaves you and you feel the bed rise as he stands.

“Where are you?” You turn your head with maximum effort.

“Can't fuck you with my pants on Princess,” he smirks at you, “do you still want me to fuck you? Or are you blazed out?”

“Yes, please,” you smile sweetly at him, even though your face is still smooshed into the mattress.

“Such manners for such a bad girl,” he says, working to get his clothes off a bit faster, “Can you tell me what you want?”

“Want you to fill my achy pussy, so fuckin empty Jay, please.” you pout your bottom lip at him.

He smiles so bright that it almost lights up the room, ”Since you asked so nicely,” he grabs your hips lifting and spreads your ass cheeks, “do you want it right now or?” His cockhead swipes through your soaked pussy.

“Yes, now. Please fuck me,” you try to back into him but he his massive hands hold you in place

“I wanted this for so long, can you let me enjoy this,” teasingly slowly he swipes his cock through you, slapping his head onto your pussy. You jolt up, so fucking sensitive, you legs start to twitch and your back arches your ass into him.

He lets out a pleased giggle to himself. He presses just the tip into you, slowly opening you up and pressing himself in deeper and deeper. His huge cock stretches you out wonderfully. You feel every vein, every inch of him, until he's fully inside of you. “Holy fuck, you feel so good,” he moans, leaning his body over yours and kissing into your neck. Goosebumps cover your skin and you can feel your pleasure starting to build again.

You try to move again, but his strong hands hold you in place, “Inpatient aren't we Princess. No need for squirming, I got you.” Drawing out slowly, he slams back into you.

“Jason, holy fuck,” you pant, biting down on the blanket below you.

“Shit, you're pussy, holy fuck is right,” he keeps his movement consistent, the slow draw out before he thrust hard back into you. “You're so fucking slippery princess, it's so fucking good.”

His pace speeds up, your breath becoming raged and hoarse as he fucks into you. “Holy shit, I can’t believe we waited so long for this,” His cock worshiping you from the inside while his mouth rambles "so good, too good. Taking me so well, Fuck I want to live here,”

Your about to come again when he stops, his hand latching into your hair and pulling your back to his chest. The zing of pain almost, fucking almost sending you over the edge. But he’s still, holding himself inside you.

“From now on Princess,” his voice is almost a growl in your ear as you clench around him at the mention of your pet name, he shivers in response. Tugging tighter on your hair, “You come to me ok. No more fucking assholes that can't treat you right. No more late night rescues, just this.”

“Jay,” you pant, “is this-”

“I want you to be safe and if this keeps you safe, then we'll do it every fucking day,”

“I want that,”

“Good girl, now roll over. I wanna see those pretty eyes when I make you cum on my cock.”

“Jason, fuck.” You squeal when he takes your ankles over his shoulders, his hands coming down to rest on either side of your head.

He leans down pressing his forehead into yours, “kiss me Princess,” you reach up wrapping your arms around his neck and plant your lips on him. It's hungry and sloppy and it sends shivers down your legs. You only stop to let out a low moan when he pushes back in.

“You're so deep,”

“I know, shit. I want to be all the way back in.” He pushes harder, “do you feel how well I'm filling you?” He grinds his pelvis into yours, “how well you're taking me? Fucking hell, hold on to me,” He tightens your grip around his neck, He moves faster, fucking into you like some wild animal let loose, his pace all over the place as he looses himself in you. “Princess, you're-” he grips your throat tighter holding you in place, “that should stop ya slipping away from me”.

“Jason, tighter,” you move your hand over his, pressing his fingers in harder.

“Like that?” He confirms and when you nod he takes your hand back, “hold onto me. I need to cum, I need it so fuckin bad.” His hand moves back to your throat, "But I don't want to stop fucking you," his hips pressing yours higher and higher until your ass is fully off the bed, his other arm holding your thighs to his chest.

“Jay, fuckin- oh my shit,” you pant as he cock reaches parts of you, you didn't even know existed. “I'm gunna cum Jay,”

“Me too Princess, want me to count us down?”

“Yes, yes whatever.”

“5, shit you're so fucking sexy like this,” he moves your head with his thumb pointing your face right at him, “4, were definitely doing this again,” you feel your legs begin to shake and your world start to spin as you try to hold it at bay. “3, shit, shit, it's so good, too fuckin perfect,” his grip tightens on your throat, and you close your eyes trying to focus, “2, open your eyes Princess, look at me when I make you cum,” your eyes zap open and your met with that cocky smile, you feel your insides start to flutter, to squirm and buzz and all that good shit, “1.” You start to convulse like you've been possessed, the only thing holding you in place is Jason's massive body while he cries your name and buries himself in you.

“I didn't choke you too hard did I?” He asks rolling off you and gently putting your legs on the bed.

“I liked it,” you joke, turning on your side and slipping your elbow under your head. “How are you? Do you need some water?”

“Yeah, that'd be great,” he takes heaving breaths, not even sitting up to drink from your water bottle. “That was something else.”

“You got that right.”

“So have I got the skills or what?”

“Are you really fishing for compliments right now?”

He shrugs at you, throwing the water on the ground.

"Yes, oh great Jason Todd, you got the skills."

“Knew it,” he winks, “I meant what I said, you come to me, you cum on me, whenever you want.”

“Noted,”

“Good night Princess,” he says, rolling over and tucking you into his chest.

“Hey! I didn't say you could sleep here,” you protest jokingly trying to push him away.

“Good luck with your whole pushing me away thing,” he yawns, his arms tightening around you as he presses a little kiss into your forehead and snuggling down into your hair.

“Asshole,” you mumble as you press yourself in closer, throwing a leg over his.

“Yeah, this asshole rescued your whole night Princess, So I think you'll let it slide this time.”

Part 2. OH MY GOD, THEY WERE ROOMMATES

#jason todd fanfic #reader x jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd #red hood x reader #red hood fanfic #reader x red hood #red hood #x reader

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(4) No strings attached :J.T x plus-size!reader

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part. 1

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When she woke up the next morning the hangover was definitely ruling over her. The dizziness and dryness in the mouth were enough to pin her down to bed with a single groan, but forcing herself to open eyes she quickly realized that this was definitely not her apartment. But the similarity in the accommodation plan was unmistakable. She was in Jason’s flat.

“Oh, shit…. What did I do?” she whined, slowly propping herself up, checking if she still had underwear on and looking around the room she found herself in. It was simple and surprisingly tidy, the whole place filled with books and out of curiosity she reached for the one left on the nightstand. Jane Austen. That was surprising. She would never thought him to be the guy to read romance novels. But hey, who was she to judge his choice in literature?

The thing that caught her attention even more was the glass of water and a painkiller that Jason put right next to the book. Seemingly for her. It was …. nice. And thoughtful. And only added to her guilt of being such a cold bitch for him from the beginning. Sure, he got her into a very sticky and awkward situation, but she would be a hypocrite to say that she never were in similar position.

Y/N sighed deeply, reaching for the water and taking a few gulps. Her brain was filled with so many thoughts and blurry memories of the last night. she wasn’t exactly sure how the night went and how she ended up here, but judging by the state of her clothes, nothing indecent happened. And that was a relief.

After a couple minutes, she finally found enough strength to get out of the bed, her feet landing on the semi-warm wooden floor. So far, so good.

Well, at least until she opened the door and the light hit her right in the eyes, causing her to groan, grab her head and reach the wall for support. Damn it! She almost tripped over her own feet and that was embarrassing, considering the fact that Jason was standing right in front of her. Wearing nothing but shorts.

“Hey there, neighbor.” He laughed, taking a step towards her and preventing her from hitting the ground. His hands might have wondered a bit lower than it was absolutely necessary , but he just couldn’t help himself. “slept well?”

“I…..” she mumbled, still not fully rooted in reality, his sudden, unexpected touch making her shiver. “What …. happened?”

“How much do you remember?”

“Not much….. Celebration with Lena? Meeting Red Hood?”

“Red hood, huh? Was he really as scary as they say?” Jason raised an eyebrow

“He seemed…. sad, you know. Angry, sure, but more sad. Like he was in need of a friend.”

“Really? Is that the impression you got from the fright of the Gotham crime world?”

“We all need someone sometimes. And given his history…..”

“What history? How do you know it?”

“Nevermind.” She muttered, looking down at her hands. That sudden cut off was a bit suspicious, but since she was in a bad mental and physical state, Jason decided to drop the subject.

“Speaking of friends, do you remember what you said when you banged on my door at 5 am?”

“I did what?!” her eyes grew wide in confusion and damn, she looked so innocent and fragile. She did not remember that. “God!” her hands travelled to her face, covering the reddened cheeks. Talk about embarrassment. “I’m sorry.”

“I could have used that, you know princess? You are very pretty ….”

“Stop it, Todd!” she punched his chest, feeling all those muscles flex under her touch.

“Make me.” He whispered grabbing her wrist and moving forward slightly, looking her straight into the eyes.

She was standing in his kitchen, only in an oversized T-shit, her legs and feet bare, with glistening eyes, parted lips and hand on his exposed chest. He wasn’t lying. He could have used her when she stumbled inside his apartment. Fuck. He could act on his fantasies right that moment, but there was something in her that made him stop. He wanted to seduce her, to make her give up voluntarily. Such an innocent girl. Would be a hundred times better to break her than to force her.

“Jason….” She whimpered, feeling his fingers caress her skin gently, lightly. It was nothing more than a touch, just that, and yet it sparked something in her.

“Yes?” he leaned even closer, his face now inches from hers “Do I make you nervous?”

Fuck, he was. She knew him for like three weeks, but there was something so strangely alluring about this guy. And the way he was starting to make her feel was not how a good girl should behave.

“What are you doing?” she gasped, her body responding to his caresses, involuntarily moving a couple inches forward, almost closing the gap between them.

“What does this look like?” his hands found a way to her waist, under her shirt, squeezing her sides and moving up and down. She was already giving up to him, letting out the quietest moans. It was nice. It’s been so long since someone, anyone held her like that. And she wanted to be held and touched and kissed and …. “Like I said, you are very pretty…” he whispered in her ear, mouth finding a way to her neck, brushing over it almost imperceptibly. Oh, he knew what he was doing.

Oh, fuck! She was on a hiding to nothing.

“Todd….” She whined, flexing her body under his ministrations. “Shit.” Her hand found a way to his hair, tangling in the strands as he started kissing her neck, this time fully, not playing around, nibbling on her soft spot.

“I want you, baby….” he bit on the sensitive skin “Come on, don’t fight me. Your body tells me everything your words cannot. Let me have you. Let me make you feel good.”

“I….” she shuddered “we barely know each other…..”

“So what?”

“We are neighbors!”

“So what?” he shrugged, fingers travelling up, playing with her collar. “makes it so much easier to get together. Come on, baby, say yes…. Say yes to me.”

“Yes” she whimpered. ‘yes, yes, yes, Jason. Please. “

She was lost. She was his.

“Y/N…” he panted, pressing his mouth to hers. Shit, she was so much sweeter and softer than he imagined. It was just perfect having her like this. As much as he wanted more and more and more of her, it was not his intention to startle her. So instead of lifting her up and taking her back to his bed, which she barely left, he settled on standing in the kitchen, enjoying the moment, working his hands and mouth hard enough to make her melt. Again, he needed her full consent to everything. Going full on included.

“So…. good.” She whined tracing patterns all over muscles on his back, pulling him closer

“Do you need that?” he replied, playing with the hem of her shirt “cause I got some plans that does not include any layers.”

“You can do what you want to me….” She panted “I…..”

She didn’t get to finish as a loud noise interrupted them and woke Jason up.

“FUCK!” he yelled realizing that all of that was just a fragment of his crazy, lust-filled imagination. And yet, he was holding onto it desperately, still feeling her soft skin under his fingers, seeing her pretty e/c eyes and the way she was so submissive. “Fuck…..” he whispered again, rubbing his forehead and falling back onto the cushions. Only for a second though, since his vigilante instincts brought him back to the thought that it was noise that interrupted him. He sprung out of bed, throwing boxers and T-shirt on and rushed towards the main room.

“Y/N?”

“Oh, um, hi….” She froze like a deer in a spotlight, fully dressed and looking like nothing happened the night before, definitely not being hangover and with shoes in her hands. She was clearly trying to sneak out, but the loose floorboard squeaked loudly and exposed her.

“What are you doing?”

“Um…. Sorry to wake you, I know it’s early, but I think it’s time for me to go. I… did stupid shit coming here and ….”

“What about starting over?”

“About what?” her eyes grew wide in confusion

“You said it yesterday. Something about starting off the wrong foot and wanting to make it better.”

“Right.” She bit on her bottom lip, eyes fixed on the floor “I guess I did.”

“How about I make you breakfast for starters? And we can talk while at it?”

“You cook?”

“Yeah, I’m not really a sissy in case you didn’t notice.”

“What’s on the menu?” she raised an eyebrow, daring him.

“Me?” he smirked and turned around making her laugh. Probably for the first time since they knew each other. “What?”

“You just can’t help yourself, can you? I’ll settle for pancakes if you’re up for a challenge”

“Oh, it’s on. “

***

It was something new for both of them. They ate. They laughed. They talked. A real ice breaker in their relation.

“You are so different than you seem at first glance, you know Todd.” She mumbled, chewing on the pancake. He wasn’t lying. He was a really capable cook.

“What is that supposed to mean?” he raised an eyebrow. “I am a mean, heartbreaking bad boy. And don’t you ever think differently.”

“Sure, Todd. Sure.” Y/N smiled lightly, her eyes landing straight on his face “wouldn’t dare. I’m just saying that, perhaps, I misjudged you. I mean, Jane Austen?”

“What?” that caught his attention. So… this wasn’t just a dream?

“You left the book on your nightstand. Honestly, Emma was not my favorite of her works. Anyway, thanks for the free food, but I really have to go now. Much to do. “

“It’s Saturday.”

“So what? I am a busy girl. “

“with what exactly.”

“none of your….” She started but then sighed deeply, shaking head and realizing she promised to do better “family business, to say the least.”

“Fine by me. Can I at least get a kiss goodbye?”

“Stop pushing it.” She warned, one foot out the door “see you around, Todd.”

***

“How the fuck did you find me?!” her angered voice echoed through the empty hangar

“Y/N….” the man who called upon her cooed mockingly “Y/n, y/n, y/n….. my little sweet girl. Did you really think you can escape me? By running back to Gotham?” he grabbed her chin and forced her eyes up “I got you right where I want you.”

“I’m not interested in whatever proposition you may have for me.” She yanked herself free “never was, never will be.”

“How about I convince you otherwise?”

***

She was so done.

Tired and stressed by both building the new future and being haunted by the past and people.

Fucking Saturday. A day of relax damn it. Left her broken and exhausted more than any other shitty day of the work week.

And to add up to that, there was something laying on her doormat. A little piece of paper with barely a few words on it.

“Oh, what now?!” she scoffed bending down and picking it up. Honestly she was expecting another death threat from Madison or …. someone else, but it was a note from her neighbor.

Still fancy that wine I owe you?

She smirked to herself and without any hesitation, moved to the door to her right. Jason opened them almost immediately, as if he was waiting for her to show up.

“Mind if I come in?” Y/N tilted her head, playing with the note

“Not at all, sunshine.”

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i have this idea of you reacting to james' mullet haircut for the first time, like you don't like it at first sight but after a few days you start to get into it <3 he was so hot in that era btw

𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄

As you parked in front of the studio around 2pm, you were still wondering what was this important thing James needed to show you. You knew they were preparing a few new songs but you were sure he showed you all the riffs ideas they got. The only clue you had was a note he wrote this morning and left on the table.

"Meet me in the studio this afternoon, have something to show you".

Your first reaction was to smile at the note. You were used to these random quick messages, addressed to you for many reasons, like "Can you please buy bacon ? I'm hungry for it" or "Giant barbecue with the guys on Saturday night?". But this one was particularly mysterious…

More and more intrigued, you came into the studio's little kitchen a few minutes later, greetings the band and the studio's management, hoping that at least one of them could help you to discover what it was.

"Do you know why James asked us to all come here today?", Kirk handed you a coffee mug. You shook your head at his question, thanking him for the drink.

"Absolutely no idea and honestly, I thought you could help me..."

"Sorry honey", Lars added as he was playing with his drumsticks, pretending he was playing on invisible drums. "Jaymz is the best when it's about keeping secrets or hiding informations".

"Oh yes, he is...", you answered with a smirk, taking a sip of the hot drink, wondering when your boyfriend would show up to put an end to this mystery.

And just at the thought of him, his truck was heard outside, roaring into the parking area until he stopped the engine.

"There he is!", Jason said as he peeped through he window. "and...oh oh...", you saw the bassist opening his eyes like if he had noticed something. "NO he didn't!".

You frowned even more at his words, wondering what was happening. But soon enough you got your answer...James finally came into the room, joining you all and you discovered the big change he had done with his hair.

Everyone reacted to it of course, some laughed, others couldn't believe their eyes. And you, well. You just stared, eyes and mouth opened, realizing slowly that your boyfriend had cut those beautiful long hair of his you loved to do a mullet instead.

When he had finished greeting everyone, he came over you, wearing a proud grin on his face.

"So...", he started, hands on his hips, "do you like it baby?". He posed then to show his haircut in different angles.

"I...hum...", you mumbled, searching for the right words. You didn't want to disappoint him but honestly, you didn't like it...

"You?", he added, encouraging you to speak and it was worst. You couldn't lie to him. So you sighed and pouted, feeling sorry already for the words you were about to say...

"I'm sorry James, I don't like it...". You saw his smile fading away and you felt bad for it so you quickly added, "but if you like it then it's great!", hoping this would comfort him.

"I do like it"!, he defended himself, crossing his arms. "And I thought you'd have too ! But seems like no one does!", he complained, even pouted slightly and you felt bad.

"I know James but...you have to understand it's really...unusual and very 80s", you told him, still feeling bad.

"Well I like it and I'll keep it!", he declared and you didn't talk about his haircut anymore...

...until a few few days later.

Lying down on a deck chair, enjoying the beautiful spring sun, you were focusing on some papers you need to read for your job. James was out too, a few meters away, cutting some wood pieces with his axe for the next winter.

Lost in your thoughts for a second, proceeding to understand something you just read, you looked up from your paper and your gaze landed on him. He was wearing a black short, his working boots and had taking off his flannel shirt he had tied up around his waist. Some what drops were rolling from his forehead to his cheeks, some of his long hair were stuck on his back due to the sweat.

And this is how you realized that this haircut was absolutely sexy on him. It awaken you something primal, something you've never felt or thought before. He truly looked like a strong wood man and this was exciting.

James stopped his task for a moment, grabbed the bottle of water he let near the tree trunk and drank a big gulp, some water even ran along his bare chest. And soon he noticed your glance in his peripheral vision, smirking as he put the bottle down, wiping his lips with his palm.

"Enjoying the view baby?", his question put you out of your trance. You blinked a few times before you realized he had caught you. You blushed and smirked at him too, biting your lips.

"Forget what I said a few days ago..."

"About?", he wondered, walking over you with his axe on his shoulder. You looked more at him with sparkling eyes, biting your lips.

"Your haircut is absolute sexy". James frowned at first but then cracked a laughter at her revelation.

"Sexy uhm?...what made you change your mind sweetheart? A few days ago, you told me it was horrible".

"I don't care anymore. I changed my mind. Come here you sexy man!", you giggled as you grabbed him by his shirt's sleeve, ready to embrace those primal needs you were feeling...

A/N : I love those asks about James hairstyles! The mullet is definitely one of his most iconic one. I personally like it but I know some don't lol. Thanks for asking this sweet anon, hope you'll like it :)

#james hetfield #james hetfield fiction #james hetfield x reader #james hetfield imagine #r17 #request #ask #haaa mullet #he was so sexy with that #believe me

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Bruise My Bones but Leave My Heart Alone

Hey guys! So after careful consideration and a few touch ups I decided to fix my story and repost . Some stuff may still look the same but I did fix a lot of error. I am warning every now ‼️ This story has a lot of touchy subjects such as domestic violence and swearing. Please be advised but also enjoy the story. As always with love Magenta

Part 1

I was never one for romance, well actually that’s a lie. I used to be but then I got with Jason. The guy who I thought was the love of my life. Jason never really showed me much affection and looking back on it, I should have ended things sooner. At this point I feel like I’m roped in for life with him, he knows my body even though he thinks I should have work done. “No one is gonna want you when you look like that. I’m all you got. Don’t blow it.”

I have let myself go but I still look in the mirror and think I’m pretty.

Nevertheless, his words hurt, and soon after words started to become actions. He wouldn’t hit me all the time, just days when I made him angry. Jason hated the fact that I believed in God and had a cross necklace that I always wore. It was the last thing I had of my grandmother and It meant the world to me. I do believe in God but I do sometimes wonder why he doesn’t help me.

“Where is your God now? if he’s real maybe he should stop my fist from going into your stomach.” He said mocking me while striking a match to light his cigarette.

I laid on the floor with a bloody nose and lip. Not being able to take a single breath because the wind had also been kicked out of me. In a swift motion Jason put out his cigarette then charged over to me. I knew it wasn’t over but I prayed to god that it soon would be.

“Give me a good fucking reason why I shouldn’t rip this off your neck and throw it down the fucking drain .” He said while grasping my throat.

“P…lease….Don’t… I promise I’ll listen.” I choked out.

At this point my throat was on fire and I genuinely thought he was gonna make me pass out. He let go of me and shoved me onto the floor.

“Y/N I told you when I’m out with the guys you DONT call my phone. You send me a fucking text. Understand?”

Jason relit his cigarette, took a couple of puffs and sighed. I could see he was coming down from his rage, I was relived but at didn’t mean my suffering was over. It was just put on hold for the time being.

“Come here babydoll.” He said

I slowly got up to the best of my ability, and limped towards him. I still had bruises from last week’s episode and being so fragile, let’s just say I bruise like a peach.

“ I’m sorry , I promise I’ll learn to control my anger next time. It’s just you know the rules and it make me angry cause I feel like you’re not listening to me.. you know I hate that”

Jason holding me hadn’t brought me any sort of comfort in years. Not sure why he thought this time would be any different, especially when the phrase “I’m sorry” Is a complete lie

“ Do you trust me my love?”

“yes” I said reluctantly.

“Good let’s go to bed.”

Later on that night, Jason wanted to apparently show me how truly sorry he was. I told him I couldn’t because I was on my period, and wasn’t feeling the greatest. Thankfully that was enough for him to push me away and leave me alone for the night. I decided to put my ear buds in and listened to my favorite song, humming it to myself in hopes I can slip into a dream.

“Weight down on me stay tillll morning weigh down would you say I’m worthy?”

A dream where Noah from bad Omens is singing me to sleep. Where he never hits me and thinks I’m so beautiful that he can’t take his eyes off me. A dream where he actually makes me feel like I’m worth something.

That’s all I want is to feel like I’m actually worth something.

I woke up the next day with the East coast sun shining right through my window. Showing me a reminder if what happened last night I get distracted by my phone going off with a text from my best friend Delilah

Delilah

GURLLLL GUESS WHAT?!?!

I’m assuming is has something to do with Noah from Bad Omens but I’ll humor you. What?

Delilah

Bad omens is performing in our town in a month! And guess who already got us tickets !!!!!!!!! Also I found an address you can send fan mail. Write them a letter and see if we can get free t shirt

Envie if this is a joke it’s not funny. If it isn’t a joke ASSFGGHHJKLLAHGD I LOVEEEEEE YOUIOO. Omfg really? Seriously. t shirts. you kill me

Delilah

GIRLLL I WOUDL NEVER PLAY WITH YOUR EMOTIONS LIKE THAT ! You and I got VIP passes that’s included a MEET AND GREET

Have I ever told you you are my best friend

Delilah

Girl I am your only friend and I know🤪 I gotta go at work ttyl love you!!!! Ps im sending you the address now WRITE TO THEM 123 Main Street San Bernadad CA 12245

Lovvvweeeeee youuuuuuuu and omfg your nutty

I was so excited until I realized I was gonna have to ask Jason. I met Jason through Delilah and her boyfriend. We always did double dates but they had no idea bout what happened behind close doors. Maybe Envie can talk to him, it might be easier.

Id be lying if I said I didn’t want to send them a letter, so I started writing. I sat at my desk with complete writers block. What the hell do you say to a band where all you wanna do is kiss everything single one of them? I finally had an idea when suddenly a hand yanks my hair and pulls me out of my chair

“You stupid fucking bitch were you going through my phone ? How did you get my co workers number!

*slap*

“Fucking answer me you skank!”

“Jason stop! he gave to me after we went over to his house remember?! Our car was in the shop and you were gonna need a ride to work the next day. You were standing right there!” I said crying and trying to shield my face

Jason grabs my necklace and rips it off my chest. I let out a begging scream

“JASON PLEASE DON’T!!” I screamed. At this point tears were just pouring down my face and I feared he was gonna get rid of it.

Jason looked at me and just chucked it other floor.

“I’m going out for a fucking drink, don’t call my goddamn phone. got it?”

I shook my head and scrambled to get my necklace. Thank god I was able to piece it back together. With the damming of our front door I saw up in my chair and decided what I was gonna write.

Dear Noah

I wanna tell you how much of a fan I am and how your music is truly beautiful. Bad Omens has really helped me through my hard times. I’m sending this necklace to you in hopes you can keep it safe until I can get it back. It’s not safe with me anymore. I promise I'll explain if I ever get the chance to meet you in person. Please. With all my love

-Y/N

After putting it in the mail I almost felt so silly.

“he’s gonna looks that and laugh. Probably think I’m pathetic. For a man who talks about dethroning god. Sending him a cross necklace is like putting a hat on a hat.” I thought it myself. Honestly grave myself second hand embarrassment. I should have just asked for t shirts. Well here goes nothing.

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I love you all so very much ❤️

#bad omens #noah sebastian #bad omens cult #noahsebastiancult #bad omens band #noah sebastian davis #beautiful man #i love him #love him #baby boi

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Mending a Family 5/?

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Jazz enters the scene

Jason felt small hands shake him awake.

“Danny, what’s wrong, chum?”

“We need to go that way,” his son said while pointing in a random direction.

“Why,” Jason asked while putting on his pants. He knew the boy would go alone if he didn’t go with Danny.

“I feel Jazz. She’s here!”

“You sure,” he asked around a stone that had lodged itself in his throat. He had promised Danny to help him find his sisters, but now he was scared Jazz would take Danny away. After all, Jazz was blood. She was Danny’s older sister. Jason was a random criminal that found Danny and basically kidnapped him.

“C’mon, daddy, they’re close.”

Jason followed Danny. Eventually, the kid got impatient and picked Jason up by the armpits while invisibly flying in a random direction. Jason felt a little weird, with his feet dangling in the air.

Eventually, they reached a mostly isolated parking lot. The only person in it was looking at a map on top of the hood of an old pickup truck. She had red hair, glowing teal eyes, and a child tied to her chest. She looked about eighteen or nineteen.

She suddenly looked up, and Danny let go of his invisibility. They landed in front of Jazz. She looked at Jason, sizing him up before turning to Danny.

“Little brother, you’re okay,” she said. Tears were gathering in her eyes. “And you’re so small!”

Danny threw himself at his sister and hugged her middle.

“Jazzie, I’ve missed you and Ellie,” he looked up, “did Ellie get de-aged, too?”

The baby, Ellie, turned around, and Jason saw Danny’s blue eyes. Looking closer, he noticed the baby looked like Danny, right down to the shape of his nose.

Well, she was his clone, after all.

“Jazz, meet my daddy.”

Jason felt nervous as Jazz’s piercing gaze landed on him.

“Daddy,” she asked in a monotone voice. Fuck, that couldn’t be good.

“Hi, Jason Todd. I found Danny a few weeks ago and decided to take him in.”

He held out his hand, and she stared at it briefly before taking it.

“You’ve died,” she said as a matter of fact.

“Um, yeah, I did. But I got better?”

“Hmm, and you decided to take care of a random kid you found?”

“Stop that, Jazz. Papa is awesome. He reads me bedtime stories and makes me food that doesn’t come alive. Last week he took me to Niagara Falls. He promised to help me find you.”

Wow, the bar was low.

“Hmm,” she stared at Jason again, but it felt like she was searching for something this time.

“You have blood on your hands.”

Jason stilled. How did she know?

“But I sense it’s you’re not a bad person. Besides, I trust Danny’s judgment, and if he says you’re good, I will believe it. However, if you ever hurt my brother, I will make you regret ever crossing paths with him.”

“Jazz!”

Danny was pouting at his sister while looking indignant.

“It’s okay, chum,” he turned toward Jazz, “If I ever become a horrible dad to Danny, I look forward to seeing you take me out.”

He couldn’t help but touch the scar on his throat. He had fucked up big time, but Bruce had picked the Joker over Jason and almost killed him instead.

(Bruce wasn’t a bad dad, but Batman cared about the mission.)

Jason felt a bit uncomfortable while Jazz stared at his scar.

“Okay, as long as we understand each other.”

Jason decided to change the subject.

“Do you have anywhere you guys could stay? We don’t have a big space, but you can stay with us. You know, if you’re not uncomfortable staying with a stranger. I could eventually find us a bigger space….” Jason trailed off.

“You would let us invade your haunt?”

“It’s not my haunt,” he answered back. He thought of Gotham, of Crime Alley, but Danny hadn’t been safe there. As much as it hurt to leave his home behind, he had his son to think about now.

“Jazz, don’t be mean. He left his haunt because it was dangerous to stay there with me. He’s my daddy.”

Jazz let out a big breath.

“You’re right. I’m sorry, Danny, Jason. The past few weeks have been… tough.”

Jason nodded in understanding.

“What happened, Jazz?”

Jazz sighed, “Not here, baby brother. I’ll tell you when we reach where you’re staying. Though I should probably ditch the car, I stole it.”

Danny giggled, “Strait-laced Jazz committing grand theft auto?”

“Danny, I’ve stolen three cars since I got to this world? Dimension? I don’t even know.”

“Hey, who hasn’t committed car theft in their life,” Jason said, trying to lighten the mood. “But, we came here via flight, and the walking would take over an hour, so how do we get closer with that car and then ditch it?”

The baby in Jazz’s arms was starting to fuss.

“I don’t know,” she said.

“It’s fine. If any cops stop us, Danny can turn us invisible, and we can book it.”

Ellie’s little cries seemed to have made Jazz’s mind, “Okay, let’s go.”

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They made it back to the little cottage without incident.

Both children were fast asleep by the time they arrived. Jason was glad Danny was catching up with some sleep.

Jason tucked Danny in and couldn’t help but kiss him on his forehead. He was so adorable. His younger sister was asleep by his side. Both of them drooled.

Jason smiled down at them.

“Thank you for taking care of him when I couldn’t.”

Jason turned to Jazz. She was standing in the doorway to Danny’s room. The light shining from the hallway gave her an otherworldly appearance; her eyes were glowing; she was glowing.

Jason left the room, and Jazz followed him to the little kitchen. Jason put the kettle on the stove; he needed some tea. The silence grew as they waited for the water to boil.

“I’ll have to tell him what happened when he wakes up.

Jason watched the steam rising from the kettle.

“Do you intend to take him away,” Jason whispered. He spoke so softly that his lips barely moved. Somehow, Jazz heard him.

“No, he’s imprinted on you. You’re his father; separating a child and their parent would be cruel. Besides,” she hesitated for a moment, “I doubt there are many who can understand what Danny’s gone through.”

Jason snorted, “I can’t understand what he’s gone through. His parents wanted to experiment on him!”

Whenever Jason thought of Danny’s biological parents, he wanted to go on a murder rampage. How dare they hurt his little boy?

The kettle started whistling. While Jason made the tea, Jazz spoke again.

“You don’t know what you are, do you?”

Jason sighed.

“Is this about me being a supposed halfa? I don’t have any powers.”

He gave Jazz one cup and then led her to the small dining table. He would have to buy a bigger one now.

It’s a good thing he had money.

“Whatever you say,” Jazz answered back.

“Okay, let’s table that for a moment. Are you going to stay with us? Because if you are, I’m going to have to find a bigger space. We’d also have to get you and Ellie papers and come up with a cover story. Maybe you could be my sister or something.”

“I don’t want to impose,” she said. She held on to the cup of tea as if it were a lifeline.

“Nonsense! You’re Danny’s sister; from the sounds of it, you were more involved in his life than your parents ever were.”

“They’re not my parents, not anymore.”

Jason nodded in understanding.

“Thank you for being so accommodating. I shudder in thinking if Danny had been alone or if someone bad had gotten their hands on him,” Jazz shivered and then looked up at him, “I’m glad a good person found him.”

Jason didn’t comment. He wasn’t good. He was the black sheep, the fuck up. But if Jazz believed it, he wouldn’t contradict her—anything to keep Danny.

Next chapter, we go back to Gotham

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robintherobiner · 3 months

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This is an interactive story. The next part will be based on what you guys choose.

Warning, the story heavily revolves around dark topics, like suicide, abuse (all types), bullying, all that jazz. It's an au, HEAVILY canon divergent. So, idk proceed carefully

"If you're watching this, it means I'm dead."

Suddenly, Jason wished he'd never bought the sticker covered camera. He'd seen it in a charity shop, looking all lonely on it own little table. All the other camera were old, and had dents and scratches, but this one looked almost new and bursting with personality.

It had cost a lot, of course, and Jason had considered putting it back down. After all, he didn't need a camera. He was pretty sure Bruce had one at home anyways.

But then he'd seen a sticker, right under the shutter button, and he'd recognized his own costume. Whoever had owned this camera had liked Robin, his Robin, with curly hair and freckles instead of tanned skin and sparkly shorts. He had to buy it now, he thought, and so he did.

Jason pressed the play button again, and stared at the kid on the screen. He looked pale, and far too skinny for someone who, if his Bristol accent was anything to go off of, clearly had enough money to buy food.

"Sorry. I realize that was probably, like, a really big thing to say. Or, not big, I guess, it was only eight words. Tough? No.. Eh, whatever." The kid shrugged. "Point is, sorry. You picked up my camera though, so you have three options."

The whole situation is bizarre. He sort of assumed there would be pictures of nature, or videos of some cool tricks if the skateboard stickers are anything to go off of. Not a fucking death announcement.

Still, Jason is curious. Is the kid in danger, and thats why he thinks he's going to die? Or is he sad? Jason lived on the streets, he's not a stranger to people who's heads are clouded, people who think things will never get better. He's never felt that way personally, but he's known lots of people who ended up hurting themselves.

"First, you could just throw the camera away. A bit of a waste, since it's pretty good quality, but whatever. Second, you could delete everything on here and just use it yourself. I'd be okay with that. Photography is fun. Or, if you wanted, you could watch these videos."

Here, his cheeks flush, as though embarrassed. Its hard to hear, but Jason thinks he can hear the boy mutter something along the lines of what a dumb thing to say.

"Even though I'm going to die, I still sort of want to do cool things. Have a coming-of-age movie moment, you know? But I can't have one, so the next best thing is to try give it to someone else." Camera Kid paused. "I think coming-of-age movies are only for teens, though. It would be cooler if I, like, changed the life of someone who's already an adult. Cuz people my age aren't fully developed. That's shaping a life, not changing it. Changing a life would be much harder than shaping one."

Hm. Maybe Jason should give the camera to Dickhead. He's an adult, legally. Give the kid, whoever he is, his wish to try change a life.

Jason would never admit it, but he can't help but snicker. There's no way some random kid can shape or change a life. Especially not with a... Jason checked. Not with a one and half minute video.

"But if that doesn't happen, it's fine. Not like I'll know anyways. I like this camera, so I'll only give it away just before I die. Unless I come back as a ghost who's like, tethered to this camera, I'll never know if anyone watches these videos."

With those words, Jason sobered. It didn't feel funny once he remembered that whoever this kid was, dumb hopes aside, was clearly certain he'd die. If what he said was true, then he already was. That made Jason feel really bad for laughing, and even a little sick.

He'd seen dead bodies before, even his own mom's. He'd watched, smelt, and heard people die. He'd talked people off the ledge, both metaphorically and literally. But this? Holding the beloved camera of a boy who was most likely dead? It made death feel melancholy in a way Jason had never felt before.

"So, yeah. You have three options." The boy says, and reaches out to end the video.

Jason didn't know what to do. Really, he has four options.

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yetanothergreyjedi · 2 years

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Ghosts of Our Pasts: 10

DP x DC crossover

Damian Wayne and Danny Fenton Sibling AU

Ao3

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Jason nearly doubled over when it hit him. He'd been waiting for them to return with Danny, he'd been nervously excited mere moments ago. Now, old rage boiled from somewhere deep inside him. He'd thought he'd learned to control it! Now, he realized What he'd been dealing with from day to day was simply his own anger. This was the Pit's rage; this broiling thing that made the air seem too hot, and the faint smell of the Batcave into something rank. How had he forgotten it?

He grit his teeth and gripped the chair tighter.

"Jason?" Bruce's voice grated his senses, how dare he feign concern now? He is concerned. There was blood in his mouth, probably his own, but it made him want to bite someone else. But no, because teeth weren't the best way to make something bleed and—

"Well, this is not ideal," Someone else seethed. And it was them, Jason knew, who was causing this. And if he destroyed them it would all be over. Jason let himself look up.

Lazarus green eyes met Lazarus green eyes.

Jason lunged.

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"Well, this is not ideal." Danny said through gritted teeth. He was fighting back physical waves of territorialism. Not how he'd hoped his first time in the Bat cave would go! The revenant gripping the table was probably family, and duking it out, in this situation, was probably not okay.

So, Danny had come into this fully intending to claim the batcave as 'his'(not taking it from Gotham, of course, but his claim would give it protection from any spirits who happened to take interest.). If he had known beforehand, he would've announced his presence and gotten permission the usual unobtrusive ghost-speak way, and no one would be the wiser. Now, he was attempting to make himself not want to fight this guy for territory he didn't need to claim.

Danny tasted the tangy sweetness of suprise from his Bio-family as skunk hair lunged. Danny had more than enough time to block the blow, no blows, to his face. He did not have enough time to decide what to do about this before he noticed Skunky pulling a knife.

He hit back hard.(Probably harder than a human could take, but he doubted the guy would notice like this.) As he brought his arm back from the strike he hit Skunky's wrist, sending the knife to the floor. Danny kicked it it out of reach, but took a hit to the ribs as payment.

It hadn't been ten seconds, Danny wasn’t sure exactly how many, the others were quick to try and separate them. The Bat went for Skunky, who went just as feral on him in attempts to get to Danny.

This was bad. Danny reflected, very bad. He had no idea how aware Skunky was right now, and after this sort of intrusion? The guy probably wouldn't feel secure for a few weeks after Danny had left. Especially if the fight went unfinished. Damian was pulling him back, he was also saying something, but Danny didn't catch it. Instead he did the only thing he could do. He flared his aura.

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The breath in had been sharp. It had not contained nearly enough air to properly hold, as a turbulent rage froze over into pure unadulterated terror.

The thing behind Bruce might be wearing human skin, but it was not human. Jason didn't know what part of him was sensing it, but the thing's power was suddenly everywhere, blinding and suffocating all at once.

It retreated, as if that changed the fact that it could crush him without a thought. Jason had attacked it. It was in the cave. He needed to warn— but what could they do against it? It could destroy them just as easily. And it was already here.

The frantic thoughts were cut off when the pit stirred again. Not like before, this was unlike anything the pit had done before. The entity had put a drop into perfectly still waters, sending ripples through its entirety. It would be fine, only he was on those waters, and what was the smallest drop to it was a tsunami to him. He was glad Bruce was still holding onto him.

Embarrassment-Regret

Apprehension-Apology-concern

Hope-togetherness

Regret-departure

He was pretty sure he got the meaning. He had no idea how to respond and he didn't mean to laugh, it just came out.

He heard an equally relieved laugh, and now he couldn’t stop.

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Bruce did not know what his boys found so hysterical.

The laughing was less alarming than one suddenly trying to kill the other, but it was still concerning. Especially since Jason's eyes had yet to stop glowing.

He looked over to Danny, who's glowing had dimmed, but was now sitting on the cave floor with an equally bewildered Damian hovering nearby.

It was a few moments before Danny managed enough air to wheeze, "We good, bro?

And for Jason to respond, "I think? What was that?"

"Teritorial ghost bullshit!"

Jason scoffed, "Zombie bullshit!"

" I'm sorry , do you eat brains?"

"Do you walk through walls and fly?"

"it's a personal choice,"

That set them off again, Bruce had to hold Jason up again... it had been a while, since he had been this close to him for so long...

When the laughter died down again, Danny informed them, "Technically, I'm a doorway spirit. You're giving off revenant vibes."

Jason nodded like he didn't know what to do with that. He awkwardly pulled away from Bruce.

Before anyone could try to pick up the pieces of this interaction, Alfred swept in with a tray of cookies.

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Batman: What is a Doorway spirit?

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to-the-stars8 · 2 years

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Learning to Love Slowly

Jason Todd x Reader All Chapters AO3

44-Emotional Maturity and Weird Men

Jason didn’t know how to express that he wasn’t a huge fan of the guy currently hanging around you at the bar. It wasn’t that he was jealous, he trusted you more than anyone else in the world, but that guy—There was something off about him. He looked charming, with a nice smile and eyes that sparkled just right in the light. Hell, even Jason could admit that he was handsome. He didn’t seem to bother you either, from what he could see with your back turned to him, just the kind of small talk that you did with most people you ran into.

And Jason almost had himself convinced that he was overreacting until you looked over at him when the guy turned to the bartender to say something. Your eyes were practically pleading with him to come over to get you right now.

Without a second thought, he got up and made his way over to you. Not once when were pushing through the crowd of people across the room did his eyes move off of you, not even when you had to turn away.

“Hey, baby,” Jason said as he approached you. “You get your drink yet?”

Relief washed over your face momentarily as he kissed your forehead. “Still waiting.”

“Pretty busy here tonight, huh?” Jason looked around, taking a second to look the guy over once, as his hand wrapped around your waist. “Maybe we should just go home. I can make our drinks faster, and probably better, too.”

“You didn’t tell me you had a boyfriend,” The guy said suddenly, voice thick with surprise.

“I tried,” You mumbled, before replying to him. “Yeah, this is my boyfriend, Jay.”

Jason didn’t bother to shake the hand of the guy who had extended his and instead waved to the bartender. He kept you close as he told the guy behind the bar that you wouldn’t need your drink after all, and that he could keep the change as a twenty was put onto the counter. The choice of whether or not you really wanted to leave was thrown out the window as Jason pulled you through the crowd.

The whole time he had his arm around you as he kept his eyes on the guy who still sat at the bar. You wouldn’t lie, it was hella hot. When the two stepped out into the cool Gotham evening air, he took your face into his hands.

“You good?” He asked, giving you a once over. “He didn’t touch you or anything?”

You giggled despite the seriousness in his voice because he was squishing your cheeks together. “I’m good. He didn’t touch me, but he asked me some really weird questions.”

“Like what.”

You had never heard Jason sound so dark and dangerous before. It did something to you that you, as someone who may or may not have a deep-rooted love for bad boys, nearly went feral over. Luckily, you kept your composure.

“He just asked if I lived far away from here, if I lived alone, when I work—”

“He was scoping you out…verbally.”

You shrugged and said that must have been it. You couldn’t be sure, you tried to avoid conversation with that guy for as long as you could. Somehow, the moment you stepped next to him there was a chill that ran down your spine. You’d felt it before, it was the one where you knew something was going to happen or that the person was the worst of the worst, but you couldn’t explain why. You wondered if it was some type of sixth sense thing.

“He was just weird, Jay,” You finally said. “Do you think I overreacted? I mean, he didn’t do anything.”

“No. Someone made you feel uncomfortable, and you said he was persistent even though you tried setting a boundary,” Jason said so nonchalantly as he moved you under his arm again. “As you always say, babe, boundaries are important.”

“You sound like a therapist,” You giggled.

Jason grinned. “What’d I tell ya, sweetheart? I’d throw that emotional maturity back at you one day. Anyway, let’s get home. I’m dying to make a drink.”

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bowiebond · 2 years

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AU where Eddie ran to Jason when Chrissy died. He saw Jason’s girlfriend lift into the air and all her bones pop and crack; he’s shaking in his boots and the only thing that comes to mind is: this is the work of the Devil.

He never believed in God or Satan or any of that shit; hadn’t been raised into it like most of his peers. Wayne had faith but didn’t practice it. Eddie had always been agnostic at most, not really believing but hey, if there was a set of pearly gates on the other side, he’d put up his hat and concede it was all true as he was dropped down to his residence in hell.

But seeing Chrissy contort and break like that; it jarred his very soul. He’s shaking and wide eyed as he bangs on the door of late Benny’s diner. His driving had been wild, his bangs sticking out from all his tugging and running sweaty hands through his hair. He’s long past the point of tears; they’ve dried on his tears and threaten to renew when Jason opens the door, barely tipsy, his teammates still riling Lucas up to drink with them.

Eddie drops to his knees there and then, shaking hands grabbing at his letterman as he stares up at him, lips quivering so intensely that nothing he says makes sense.

Jason’s frozen. He can’t fathom the situation he’s in. All Eddie can get out after a struggle is “Save me.” Jason’s the golden boy. Goes to church every Sunday, the pastor loves him, he was a damn altar boy until high school.

If anyone can save him, surely it’s Carver, as degrading as it is to ask. He’s too shaken with fear and cold dread to care how he looks right now, begging, pleading, for Jason Carver to save him.

And Jason. Well, fuck, he’s a child of God. A preppy, snippy douchebag, but when someone comes to you for refuge, you give it.

Most of the team is perplexed when Jason brings him inside, sits him on the couch and snaps at Chase to pass him a damn blanket considering Eddie seems like he could be in shock. Lucas watches with concern, shocked by how small Eddie seems, huddled into himself with the blanket pulled taunt around him.

Most of the guys disperse further into the diner, finding the silence too awkward to bear despite their curiosity. Only a few stay, keeping space between themselves and Eddie and Jason.

Jason never thought he’d be rubbing Eddie Munson’s back, not in a million years, but he can’t think of anything else to do until he can get Eddie calm enough to talk.

“I don’t— I’m gonna sound crazy, man.” His voice wobbles through the whole sentence and Jason lowers his voice to soothe him (he’s losing his mind, the universe was throwing a wild card at him, he swore it).

“Hey, I’m listening, just tell me what happened, alright?”

“She— she just—“ He choked on his words, tears threatening to fall once more. “She just wanted drugs, man, s-she looked like she was— she was scared or something. I’m weak at heart, a popular pretty girl asks for something harder after looking that spooked, I-I-I’m gonna do whatever she wants.” He was rambling now and Jason frowned, putting a hand up. He’s practically pressed against Eddie now, thigh to thigh and arm around his trembling shoulders. “I just wanted her to feel better,” Eddie keeps going. “It makes me feel better, it’s nice sometimes to just get away from all the shit.”

“Who is she?” Jason pressed and Eddie’s lips clamped shut, thin and eyes like a wounded dog expecting to be hit again.

“Chrissy.” Just saying her name makes the tears fall, heavy and soaking his lashes as he squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head, his hand coming to cover his face, to smack himself and pull at his bangs. “She— she—“

Jason’s stomach is icy cold with dread.

“What happened to Chrissy?” Only a few hours ago she had said she wanted to take a break, just a break, said she had things she needed to focus on and that she loved him but she needed space.

Eddie looked him in the eye and he knew it had to be bad from how sad he looked, wide brown eyes glossy and red rimmed.

“I don’t know what happened.” Eddie keep his mouth open like he wanted to say something but nothing but air escaped for a long moment before he hiccuped softly and buried his face in his hands. “I left, I left for just a minute, and she— she wasn’t responding, I hadn’t even given her anything yet, man. Nothing.” He said it like he was begging him to believe him and Jason would have pulled away if Eddie didn’t grab his sleeve like a lifeline, staring into his soul.

“It was the devil.” He whispered like it could be the only answer. “I don’t even believe in that shit, but that— it had to be. A ghost, the devil, I don’t fuckin’ know, but it wasn’t natural.”

“What happened to Chrissy?” It was a warning now and Eddie cowered into himself like he realised now. That he was in his rivals clutches, in his den with his vipers surrounding him.

“I— the lights went crazy, and she just started floating. Her— her eyes rolled back and she started floating and then—“ He flinched with his eyes closed, hearing the snaps in his head like a horrific replay. “She— all her limbs started to- to snap. And her eyes— it was like something reached into her head and—“ He hesitated to say it, the memories playing behind his eyes. “Yanked then out.” The word was emphasised by his own hands fisting and pulling back to his core, shuddering out a breath.

“I didn’t know what to do so I…I just ran. Fuck, I left her there.” His voice broke at the realisation, covering his mouth as a sob wrenched from his lips, so sudden and loud Jason thought he might vomit. “I left her, I left her, Jason, I didn’t know what to do, all I could—“ His words came out so fast Jason could barely keep up. “All I could think was I’m next.”

Jason didn’t know what to say. He was trying to process the fact that Chrissy was apparently dead. He was still attempting to wrap his head around the fact that she had been seeking out to buy drugs from Eddie Munson. Chrissy was a straight laced girl. She didn’t even drink.

But this reaction; he could tell it wasn’t fake. He’d seen Eddie act before for some dumb school production, just once, but he knew even he wasn’t this good. This whole act wasn’t a farce. Eddie had seen something horrifying happen and seemed to still be seeing it with the way he stared at the floor, wide eyed and afraid.

Lucas stepped forward, closer.

“Eddie…when she…you said something about lights—?”

“Sinclair.” Jason shot Lucas a sharp look. The boy snapped his mouth shut, pursing his lips. Lucas was by no means meek, but Jason had learnt early on that if he used the right tone, he’d back down temporarily. Whatever the kid wanted to say could wait.

He turned back to Eddie who was looking at Lucas, confused.

“Eddie.” That made him turn his eyes away, focusing on Jason. The blond had never used his first name before without his last name tacked on for a mocking effect. Jason scanned around the room, and despite the ache spreading through his chest that made him want to scream because Chrissy was dead, she was dead, and it had been painful, and Eddie witnessed it, he knew he had to calm him down.

He could have done it. The suspicion was in the back of his mind, in his bones, but if he had, why would he run to Jason? That was a death warrant.

‘Save me.’

‘All I could think was I’m next.’

No. Eddie hadn’t caused this. Jason had been a skeptic when it came to the satanic voodoo crap despite his upbringing, thought everyone who called themselves a satanist was delusional and ill, but now…Eddie was making him believe something was lurking in Hawkins. Something evil. Something that had taken Chrissy, whether as a warning or as punishment to the sinners in Hawkins. Crucify the sweetheart, the one with the heart of gold, to instil fear in the wicked.

Jason slowly took Eddie hand in his and clamped it tight. He folded his other hand over his, trapping the clammy palm between his.

“Repent.” His pastor spoke lowly in his own mind as he said it, memories of confessional visits coming to him. “You want to be saved? Beg for His forgiveness.”

Eddie’s breath hitched, eyes unblinking as he stared at Jason. The world seemed to vanish around them, trapped inside a needle of time. A camel fitting through the eye of a needle, Eddie thought idly. Something about a rich man.

“How…how do I repent?”

Jason smiled, a quirk of his lip.

“I’ll teach you. And I’ll keep you safe until the Devil leaves this town.”

Lucas watched them from across the room, face shrouded with the burdensome knowledge he had. The lights. It was always the lights. He had to tell the others...

Something squirmed in his gut as he took them in. Eddie’s transfixed gaze and tear stained cheeks, Jason’s serene smile and cool blue eyes. Both of Jason’s hands were swallowing Eddie’s hand whole.

His stomach rolled with nausea.

The longer he watched them, the more he feared Jason might skin the meat off of Eddie’s bones, and he had a feeling Eddie, in his desperation, might let him.

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