#GIGGLING at the idea of Jason casually saying he used to have a crush on Frank and Hazel hitting him with a pillow

[jankwritten]

I’ve been thinking a lot about what a Hazel and Jason friendship would look like.

Hazel tentatively reaching out after finally understanding that Jason isn’t everything she built him up to be in her head, influenced both by Nico and by what she actually observed of Jason herself

Jason assumes she just wants tips on leadership or maybe how to fight better, so he obliged by offering to train with her

Hazel expects Jason to go easy on her like Percy and Annabeth and Piper do, but instead she gets taken down within a few minutes and has Jason ruthlessly pointing out what things she could improve on.

(Cue: Hazel finally having an opponent who doesn’t underestimate her. Hazel who finally feels like she has somebody she can spar against who will help and not just let her win because she’s young and small. Hazel who finally gets why Nico spends so much time talking about how kind and helpful Jason is, even if what she’s seeing isn’t necessarily kind.)

Jason starts hanging out with Hazel outside of sparring but in other groups, like with Piper, or Nico. He learns that she loves dancing and horses and likes to test the hardness of a stone against her fingernails, likes to collect shiny non-precious things just like Nico does, likes to swear loudly whenever possible as if she’s doing it to purposely piss people off.

Hazel asks Jason if he wants to go hang out one day after the Argo quest is over, maybe go to some museum in NYC that she’s heard Percy talk about, or find metaphysical shops to walk through (I HC that Hazel really loves modern mortal interpretations of magic and that she’s fascinated by the ways mortals accidentally connect to the gods etc.) and Jason assumes she means with someone else and agrees, only to find out they’re going alone.

Jason panicking for a moment about potential misinterpretations, once he realizes, and stammering out some garbled thing about how he really likes her but not like that because ofc all he’s known so far is that being alone with a girl = someone will assume romantic intent. Hazel openly laughs in his face and rather boldly states that she KNOWS Jason is in love with her brother.

Hazel, eventually, being the first person Jason feels safe coming out to. Jason, in return, being the first person Hazel feels safe to talk about being asexual with. The two of them discussing their feelings more and more often while exploring new places together, like Hazel talking about how she did so much researching into queer history and labels when she first found out Nico is gay, Jason telling her that he still doesn’t feel like Thalia is his sister as if he might not be the same Jason Grace she remembers, the two of them coming to terms with being on the aromantic spectrum together.

Jason talking Hazel out of joining the Hunters when she’s having a very very bad day. Hazel stopping Jason from disappearing back out into the mortal world to finish school without first giving his other friends a chance to have input.

(Hazel and Jason inadvertently saving each other’s lives by tweaking fate, thus making their friendship literally woven into their lives forever indisputably. Hades/Pluto patting Jason on the back and telling him thank you with no context or clarification the next time they meet. Hera/Juno, tight lipped and silent, offering Hazel some kind of gift or blessing the next time she returns to New Rome. Hazel and Jason laughing it off when they tell each other because wow, their godly parents are weird as hell.)

#pjo #hoo #jason grace #hazel levesque #I really do think their friendship would be so fun and cool for them #they develop a sibling kinda thing #like yeah Jason still sees her as a little kid sometimes #but she’s HIS little kid sibling and hazel is okay with that because they both know it doesn’t mean he sees her as weak or lesser #idk man people need to hop on this Jason Hazel friendship train I’m digging this shit soooo much #GIGGLING at the idea of Jason casually saying he used to have a crush on Frank and Hazel hitting him with a pillow #they’re gossiping. they’re beating each other up. they’re sharing their deepest darkest secrets. #I’m sure it’s not all happy sparkly rainbows all the time either #like I’m SURE hazel gets pissed off at Jason super easily for shit he does and Jason gets annoyed when Hazel just Decides Stuff without #input from anyone else (Jason does this too but he’s a hypocrite) #like they also. hate each other sometimes but that’s fine. they always figure it out and are friends again before the end of the day #there’s just so much POTENTIAL guys #Percy Jackson and the Olympians #heroes of Olympus #pjato #these are my kids my children

[birdy-bat-writes]

Friends Day In

Word count: 2.3k

Prompt: You and Jason planned to spend the day together, until Roy called asking him to babysit.

I might rewrite this one in the future with a different character because I like the prompt. Hope you enjoy it!

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It was relatively cold for a summer day in Gotham. There was a breeze blowing and it didn’t smell like smoke. The sky was a rich blue and filled with white clouds. The sun was shining over the city. It was weird. But the good kind of weird. You weren’t used to Gotham looking this pretty, and neither were you used to playing dollies with a five-year-old, so nothing about today was normal. But you liked It!

The night before, you convinced Jason to take day off from everything and spend some time with you, because you hadn’t had a best friend’s day out in a very long time. He had been busy on missions away from you and you really missed him. Not as much as he missed you though. You hadn’t heard someone say yes that quickly in your life! The two of you had decided on meeting up at his place and going out later. The evening would end with dinner although you hadn’t decided if it would be a ‘takeout and movies’ kind of night, or the ‘chili dogs and strolling down the street’ type yet. You supposed you’d let the magic of the moment bring you to a decision, because either way if you were together you had something to enjoy.

That morning you hopped out of bed with a spring in your step. You were definitely more willing to get out of bed than you usually were, but who could blame you? You hadn’t had any quality time Jason in weeks. The idea of seeing your best pal and crush after that long was enticing enough to get you to pick out your clothes, finish a shower and breakfast all in under an hour. Somewhere around 12:00 pm, you headed oto your car, or should we say, skipped to your car and made your way downtown, opening the windows and enjoying the cool air.

Jason was in a similar position. He too, woke up feeling more energized and got through his morning routine much quicker than necessary, but he couldn’t help himself. He was dressed in a t-shirt and jeans, paired with his favorite leather jacket, to give him the boost he knew he’d need today. Jason was looking forward to seeing you today for more than one reason; the first obviously being that he missed you, and the second being that he realized he didn’t want to have to miss you as much as he did and today would be the day he would confess how he felt about you. He had been in love with you for about year, and now he wanted you to know. So, he stared at his TV, not really paying attention to what was playing. He only glanced at his phone to check the time.

The next time he picked up his phone it buzzed it his hand. Roy was calling. “Hey, Roy. What’s up?”

“Jay, there’s an emergency.”

“What’s wrong?” Jason’s casual tone shifted to something a little more serious.

“There’s something going on in Star City. Oliver needs me.”

“Oka-,”

“Of course, I’ll watch her, don’t worry about it. And Roy, in our line off work, there isn’t exactly time off. Will you drop her over?” Jason could hear the panic in Roy’s voice and kept his own soft. This must be really bad. The last thing he wanted was to give Roy another reason to worry and taking are of Lian was the least he could do for his best pal.

The unfortunate downside to this would be that he would miss out on his time with you. He knew you would understand but the pang of guilt in his chest still stayed. He was just about to call you when he heard his doorbell ring. He opened the door to you, wearing that slightly apologetic look and you knew something was up.

“Hi, what’s wrong?”

“Y/N, I’m really sorry. Somethings come up.”

“That’s okay, but… What’s going on?”

“Roy needs to leave town for an emergency, and he needs me to take care of Lian. There was no one else he could find in time.”

“That’s alright, Jay. We could meet up another day.”

“I promise I’ll make it up to you.” He had an idea. “But you know you’re welcome to stay. We can have a friend’s day in!”

“That sounds great, but what about Lian?”

“We can hang out while she’s here. She’s an absolute angel. When did you meet her last?”

“Well it’s been a while, I haven’t seen her in like a year.”

“You should stay. We can babysit together. She’ll love you.” He flashed you his signature smile, dimples and all. You were a little hesitant, you didn’t want to take up too much of his time if he was busy. You knew what Roy and Jason did wasn’t easy and things often came up, so you were more than understanding. Jason then added a, “Please?”

“Okay.”, you said, putting your purse down the table.

Only minutes later, the doorbell rang. Jason opened the door and saw Roy with duffle bag thrown over his shoulder and his daughter in his arms. She had a little Dora the Explorer backpack with her and she was smiling, flaunting gaps in her baby teeth.

“Uncle Jay!”

“Hey kiddo!” Roy put her down and she hugged Jason’s legs. He smiled down at her adorable behavior and crouched down to her level, “Why don’t go inside and turn on the TV? We can watch Power Rangers.” He watched her speed away into his apartment and then stood back up. “Roy, be careful Ok?”

“When am I not?” He smirked. “Don’t worry its nothing too crazy, so I’ll only be gone for a few hours. Thanks for doing this.”

“No problem.”

While Jason was and Roy shared their well-wishes, Lian and ran into the living room at speeds that could rival the Flash, and then stopped. She was looking at you, visibly confused.

“Hi! I’m Y/N. You must be Lian. I’m friends with your dad and Jason.” She nodded plopped herself on the couch, one cushion away from you.

“Do you like power Rangers?”

“I do. Which one’s your favorite?”

“Blue one.”

“Blue’s my favorite color.”

“Me too!” She’s so cute. She rummaged through her little backpack and pulled out a small blue whale and two barbie dolls. “Your name is Y/N?”

“Yeah.” You wanted to think it was just something kids did, but something seemed odd about the way she started staring at you. Right on time Jason waked into the living room. He took in the sight of you intently watching power Rangers and holding a doll in your hand next to a small child plying with a whale plushy.

“Anyone hungry?”, he called out.

“Me!” Lian responded.

“PB&J like usual?” She nodded cheerily in response. “Anything for you, Y/N?”

“Can I get a PB&J too?” You asked.

“Anything for my favorite girls.” He said with a breathy laugh and disappeared off into the kitchen. He could kiss his plans of confessing today goodbye, but on the bright side now he had a little more time to plan it. He made four sandwiches and cut the crust off of one. He decided to go the extra mile and cut the sandwich into a heart just to see Lian get excited over it.

He walked back to the living room and put the plates down on the coffee table. He looked up for you and Lian, but you weren’t in the room. He walked around a bit and heard a giggle from the second bedroom. His heart melted at the sight. Lian was sitting on your lap while you were braiding her hair, tying it with a bow hair tie. “Pretty as a princess!”, you called her. Jason had no idea you were that good with kids. It was endearing.

Smiling lightly, he said, “Lunch is ready.” Lian jumped off of you and walked to the living room, picking up her heart-shaped sandwiched. She gasped,

“Thank you!” and began eating her sandwich. You stood next to jason and looked at the little girl in awe.

The day consisted of Pokémon marathons, hide and seek, and a game of tag that ended up with Jason picking you up and running around the apartment. You did the same with Lian the next round. The cheerful energy of little children was very contagious, but at some point, the energy burned out. The three of you sat down to take break before putting Lian down for a nap. Today you saw a side of Jason you didn’t even know existed. He was always calmer and goofier when you were around, but when he was with Lian, it was something else. You fell for him even more, if that was possible. Seeing him with her made your lips involuntarily perk up at the corners. And then it happened.

“Hey uncle jay?”

“Hm?”

“Is this the girl you’re always talking to Daddy about? The soulmate?” you saw Jason stiffen. You were very intrigued though. Jason talked about you to Roy? “Her name is Y/N too. Is she your girlfriend?”

“No, she’s not my girlfriend.” He was genuinely mortified.

“I think she wants to be your girlfriend.” Now it was your turn to stiffen. How did she-? “She hugs you a lot.”

           “Lian aren’t you tired? Let’s get you to bed.”

“Okay. Uncle Jay, you should kiss her.” Jason picked her up and hurried into the guest bedroom, leaving you a blushing mess where you sat.

He returned around ten minutes later, looking pretty tired himself. “I. Am. Exhausted”

“Same here,” you replied. “You’re really good with kids.”

“So are you.”

“Lian is such a sweetheart! Roy is going to have to deal with me a lot more now.”

“What? Why?”

“Because I want visit Lian all the time.”

“Oh.”

“Hey, can I ask you something?” He nods.

“What was Lian talking about when she said you spoke to Roy about me?”

“Well,” I guess confessing is back on the table. “I talked to Roy about you because I wanted his advice.” You gave him the ‘please elaborate’ look. “I like you.” He finally blurted out.

You looked up at him feeling butterflies. “I like you too, Jay.” As soon as the words left your mouth, you could feel your heart racing. Jason met your eyes, grinning ear to ear and asked,

“So, does this mean I can ask you on a date?”

“I believe it does.”

“Y/N, would you like to go out with me sometime?”

“Yeah I would.” You pressed a kiss to his cheek. “I am a little concerned though.”

“About?”

“You were trained by the world’s greatest detective, and yet, a five-year-old figured that I liked you before you did.” Jason’s expression turned into one of both shock and disappointment and you couldn’t help but laugh. “Todd, you’re losing your edge. You were beaten by a toddler.”

“Huh, so were you!” The two of you joked around quietly as not to wake the toddler in the other room. “You know it’s only 6:30. Feel like staying for dinner?”

“I’d like that.” You were looking up him due to the height difference.

The phone rang. Roy was calling to let Jason know he would be by to pick Lian up soon. The two of you sat comfortably and put on a movie.

“You sure you don’t want to watch power Rangers? I know how much you love the blue one.” He teased, which earned him a light punch to the shoulder.

Soon after, Lian woke up from her nap and crawled in between you. There was comfortable silence in the room. Jason had his arm around you, and you nuzzled into him holding Lian. The way Lian held his hand made your heart swell. He was going to be the best father one day.

Just then the doorbell rang. “That’s your dad.” She climbed down and walked with Jason to the door.

“Daddy!”

“Hey princess!” He lifted her into his arms. “Did you have fun today?”

“Yeah! I played with Jay and Auntie Y/N.”

“Oh, wow.” Roy looked at Jason with an eyebrow raised. “Auntie Y/N?” as if on cue, you showed up at the door.

“Hey, Lian you forgot your backpack.” You said handing it to her. “Roy! Oh, my goodness I haven’t seen you in a month! You have got to come over more.” You said, hugging him.

“I definitely will.” He said, hugging back with one arm.

“Good. Bye guys! I’ll see you soon!” And with that you, turned back and made your way to the kitchen.

“Roy how’d everything go? Is the city Ok?”, Jason asked.

“Yeah, yeah. City’s fine, Ollie’s fine. What’s up with you two? Did you finally tell her?”, Roy asked expectantly. With a smirk and a dramatic sigh, Jason replied,

“All I will say is that your daughter is a much better wing woman than you.” He punctuated his sentence by high fiving the little girl in Roy’s arms.

“ARE YOU GUYS DAT-?!”

“Bye, Roy! Bye, Lian! See you guys later…!” And he closed the door, fully expecting his phone to be flooded with messages in an hour, but in the meantime, he planned on taking advantage of some much-needed alone time with his new girlfriend.

“So, princess, where would you like to go for dinner?” Snaking your arms around his torso, you said,

“I don’t know, what do you feel like having?”

“You in my arms.” Your face heated up.

“I meant for dinner! And I’m already in your arms.” He chuckled lightly.

“Chinese takeout?”

“Chinese takeout.”

“And movies?”

“Of course.”

“…. Cuddles?”

“Like we don’t do that anyway.” All in all, that day did not go as planned but you weren’t about to complain.

#batfam #jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd x y/n #jason todd fluff #lian harper #roy harper #red hood #arsenal #batfam fluff #fluff #writers #writing #babysitting #red arrow #batboys x reader

[tired-college-student-writing]

Tim’s Secret Weapon Pt. 5

I’ve been slightly obsessed with @ozmav​ ‘s Damian Wayne/Marinette Dupain-Cheng pairing as of late, and just saw a post that has inspired me more than anything else has in months, so I felt the need to write it

Summary- Tim has always seen the numbers floating above people’s heads, been able to perceive their threat levels with a single glance. After being a hero for so long he thought he was desensitized to seeing high numbers above people’s heads until Damian brings a new friend home. Part 1 Part 4 Part 5 (HERE) Part 6 _______________________________________________________________________ Dick got a look on his face. 

A pinched sort of look that made it look like he was thinking something over intently.

It was a look that filled all of the Bats and anyone that knew him from his Robin days with a sense of dread.

“Dick…” Jason drew out slightly, “What are you thinking?” 

“I’m going to do a thing,” He replied almost offhandedly, “Since she hasn’t seen us yet.” 

“Don’t-” Damian didn’t even finish since Dick had already disappeared, causing Tim to bury his head in his hands. 

“God that’s annoying,” The other three found themselves groaning in unison, their own inside joke even as found his path almost instantly.

The eldest son snuck through the crowd of teens unnoticed, surprisingly. Most would think that one would notice the thirty-year-old right outside the secondary school, but he easily weaved through the crowds and worked his way behind the baker’s daughter. 

Marinette was too involved in his conversation with the blond to notice Dick grinning mischievously at her from behind the half wall she was leaning against. 

In a swift move, the acrobat grabbed her and lifted her onto his left shoulder in one fell swoop, earning a high pitched squeal from the girl as he spun in a circle perched on the half wall and drawing almost all of the attention of the whole courtyard.

“Hello, Mari!” He greeted casually as if her hands weren’t twisted into his hair in her shock. 

She blinked down at him, taking a few seconds to register what was happening before her face morphed into fond irritation, “Seriously, Richard?” 

The blond, Neon Green 15, she had been talking to was staring in between them as if he wasn’t sure if he was supposed to be concerned or bemused. 

“Ummmm… What’s going on?” the buff boy, White 12, from nearby asked, hand raised slightly. 

Marinette glanced around and groaned as she realized that her entire class was staring at her up on top of Dick’s shoulders. 

“Everyone, this is Dick” Marinette introduced, “He’s a family friend of sorts. Dick these are my classmates.” 

“Nice to meet you,” Dick greeted waving a hand happily with Marinette still balance on one shoulder. 

“Should have known Mari was skanky enough to get with a guy twice our age.”  The Batfam stiffened and turned to look at the origin of the voice. It was the girl Tim pointed out earlier as being dangerous, Copper 9, a wide smirk on her face as her posse snickered. None of them had to turn to feel the bloodlust boiling off of Damian, not that they would deny the red tinge to their vision. Marinette had wilted in a millisecond. 

“Told you that was a bad idea, Grayson,” Damian snapped as the other three walked over much calmer than they were feeling. 

Marinette lit back up at their appearance and started poking Dick’s cheek.

“Put me down. Put me down. Put me down. Put me down. Put me down.” 

“Okay, Okay!” He laughed as he lifted her off his shoulder and passed him easily to Jason. 

Jason grinned, holding her on his hip, “Hey Marigold,” 

“Jay!” She giggled giving him a hug, “Not the brother I wanted, and don’t hand me to Tim cause he looks like he hasn’t slept this week and I don’t want to be dropped.” 

Jason clutched his chest, “That’s so mean, sunshine! Though you’re right about Tim.”    

“Rude,” Tim grumbled, but couldn’t stop the grin that came to his face, “but hug the devil spawn before he tries to rip our arms off.” 

Damian glared at him, but as soon as  Marinette wrapped her arms around his neck he softened, placing a kiss on her hair, “Missed you, Habibiti,” 

“Missed you too, Dames,” She giggled, excitement bubbling, "What are you guys even doing here? I know you don't like to travel too much." 

Jason cut in, "Bruce was inspecting the Paris branch, so we just decided to tag along." 

"Oh, Bruce is here too? I'll have to make some of those strawberry cream macaroons he likes."  

“Brothers? Wow, that’s a new low,” 

“Who the fuck are you?” Jason finally snapped, glancing over at Copper 9. 

“Who are you?” one of the other girls standing with her, an obnoxious orange 5 twisting over her, asked, phone pointed at them,  “Cause showing up to a high school isn’t exactly a good look for post-college graduates, mister.” 

“Well going from oldest to youngest, He’s Dick, as Mari already said, I’m Jason, that’s Tim, and the twerp that’s snuggling up to Marigold is Damian, her boyfriend.”  

“We’re brothers,” Dick added, as the group around the two girls looked stunned while many of the others perked up. 

“This the guy you’ve been telling us about huh?” The tiny pink-haired girl, Icy Blue 13, comments, giving Damian a considering look. 

Buff White 12,  next to her smirked at them, “You do go for the lookers, huh, Nette?” 

A red-haired boy, a lavender 4, laughed softly, “I thought he’d be taller,”

“Since when do you have a boyfriend?!” Orange 5 yelped, causing Mari to roll her eyes as she finally pulled away from the youngest Wayne. 

“I’ve been telling you, Alya,” Marinette snapped making the boys blink. There was actual venom in her voice, ice pointily aimed at the other teen. Marinette never had real heat in her words, not even with the Rogues, “I started dating him a year ago, but you didn’t believe me.” 

“Two soon,” Damian piped in, looking smug at the flabbergasted group. 

“But you’re into Adrian!” 

The blond boy, Adrian, Neon Green 15, frowned, “She and I are just friends. She’s been trying to get me with my crush for the last six months? Why on earth would you think she had a crush on me?” 

Marinette shrugged, “I mean I did, but I got over it around your fourteenth birthday.” 

“Wait,” the boy got a look of realization on his face, “Is that why you always stuttered around me?!” 

“Oh my god!” Icy Blue 13 cried, “You can’t tell me you’re seriously that dense!” 

“Homeschooled Alix!” He snapped back, “I was homeschooled by a recluse!” 

“But if she’s not in love with Adrian,” The pixie cut blonde, Buttercup Yellow 3, questioned trembling slightly, “ Why has she been so mean to Lila?” 

“Perhaps,” the nerdy boy, Nerdy White 12, pushing up his glasses, “Marinette’s feeling towards Lila has something to do with the fact that Lila’s claim of having a disease that causes her to do or say things she does not mean to can only be labeled as Compulsive Lying and yet half of the class believes every story that she tells and gets upset at anyone that dares to question her.” 

“Shut it, Max,” Alya growled, “This has nothing to-” 

“Utterly ridiculous,” The blonde girl, Canary Yellow 14 over her head, cut in without looking up from her phone, “You can’t seriously tell me this has nothing to do with Dupain-Cheng questioning Rossi’s idiotic stories.”

“No one cares about your opinion, Chloe,” Lila purred with an ugly scowl, “Or is it Chealse? I can’t keep up since your mother never seems to get it right.” 

“Yeah, no,” Chloe continued, “That insult is like a year and a half too late, and I don’t have to do anything but ask questions.” 

“What are you playing at, Bourgeois?” 

Chloe looked up from her phone, eyes going to the group surrounding Lila, “At lunch, Lila was talking about her new boyfriend, right? Who feels like reminding everyone of who that was?” 

The ginger girl, Tan 4, piped up, “She’s been dating Damian Wayne for the last month! They met at a conference for her nonprofit in Achu.”  

Tim couldn’t stop the snort that escaped from him as Damian’s face twisted into disgust. Marinette’s hand covered her mouth to cover her smile but Dick and Jason didn’t even try to stop their laughter from shaking their frames. 

“Of all the fucking people!” Jason wheezed, “You pick him!” 

“Hey! Don’t laugh it’s romantic!” Canary Yellow 3 cried, tears pricking her eyes. 

“Isn’t it Rose?” Lila cooed, eyes narrowed at the laughing group, “Dami-bear is such a sweet man.” 

Chloe hummed, eyes sparkling, “I bet he is, but I have another question.” 

“What?” 

Instead of answering Alya’s question, she turned to the group that was laughing even harder, Dick and Jason were only standing from clutching to each other as they repeated, ‘Dami-bear’ over and over again. 

“Do you boys happen to still have your passports on you?” 

Tim held up a single finger as he tried desperately to regain his breath. 

“What are you playing at, Chloe?” Alya snapped after a tense moment. 

“Her point,” Damian growled, and suddenly Tim had a giggling Marinette leaning against his shoulder as the younger man stalked over “Is that I’ve never been to Achu.” 

He thrust his passport into her camera lens. 

Damian Wayne standing out from the page in stark clarity. 

"Oh that note," Tim piped in, smirking slightly as he watched her nine wavier in place as if ready to flick down. Oh, how her tower of lies was crumbling, "using the Wayne to further yourself or claiming that one of us is cheating on anyone can be considered Defamation so I would suggest that you retract any statements you've made before we're forced to talk to our lawyers." 

They didn't stick around to see the effect the pronouncement beyond the sickly color Lila turned as her whole posse turned to stare at her in disbelief. Alya looked panicked as the boys grabbed Marinette, who was practically vibrating with nervous energy and herded her towards their car. 

Alfred raised an eyebrow, "Did you enjoy yourselves, sirs?"  

"You know it!" Dick laughed, as they snapped their seatbelts. 

"I hope they didn't cause too much trouble, Miss. Marinette." 

"Hello Alfred," She greeted lightly even as her shoulders pulled up next to her ear, "It's nice to see you, and don't worry, they fixed a problem for me."

Tim wanted to ask, and he could see his brothers did as well, but Marinette shook her head. 

"Can we go to where you're staying? I think my classmates are going to break out of their stupor soon and I don't want to face them yet." 

Alfred's eyes were hard in the rearview mirror, but his voice was as level as ever, "Of course, Miss Marinette. Master Bruce actually would like to meet you at the hotel we're staying at." 

"Let's not keep him waiting then,”

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Telling Marinette they knew she was Ladybug could have gone in a lot of different ways, they were aware of this, and had planned for a multitude of them to try and ensure an easier time of getting the girl used to the fact that they knew and were in fact Superheros too. 

What they weren’t expecting was for Marinette to pale the second Damian spoke the words, “We know you’re Ladybug,” and flip the platter of sweets into his face, effectively cutting him off before sprinting to the window screaming, “Spots on!” 

They were not expecting a bright pink light to overtake her, nearly blinding them. 

Tim was not counting on the fact that he could see her number through the blinding light as it faded to pure white as the numbers climbed higher and higher, vanishing once they reached 99, the light fading in the next millisecond to reveal Ladybug in all her glory. 

They were not expecting her to open the 80th-floor window of their hotel suite and throw herself out of it, yo-yo catching the next building and flinging her away faster than humanly possible. 

“Well,” Jason drawled, eyeing the carnage, “That went well.”

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[malfoys-demigod]

Exchange Student Pt. 2 - Tim Drake x Reader

Requested by: @anothertimdrakestan​ - “this made me 🥺🥺🥺 i loved it! if you do a part two of them vibing in switzerland tag me in it!!!🥰🥰🥰”

A/N: Hi, @anothertimdrakestan​ I’m so glad you loved it!! I never thought of doing a second part but since I’m honored you loved and requested it, I’ll gladly do it! I hope it lives up to your expectations! This one’s for you!! <333

Summary: After Tim managed to pull some strings and enroll in the same boarding school as yours, he takes this opportunity to spend quality time with his girlfriend since nobody can interfere... unless familiar faces decide to show up. 

PART ONE

Ever since your former crush and now boyfriend, Tim Drake unexpectedly arrived, the both of you have been inseparable. From sitting together in all your classes (Tim had Bruce persuade the school office for Tim’s schedule to be EXACTLY the same as yours), eating together, sneaking off to visit each others dorms, and now to having extravagant dates in Switzerland (care of Bruce, obviously -- like seriously, Tim told his family he scored the right after you guys became official so Bruce would casually pick up his phone back at Gotham and reserve you two seats at the best places he could get. Also, he rented Tim the best cars ever for him to drive you two around.) every weekend! 

You could also remember the time you introduced Tim to Luca and Gabriel. 

“TIM! You HAVE to meet Luca and Gabriel this instant! They’re going to be so shocked to see you here!” you jumped up and down. 

Without waiting for Tim to answer, you grabbed his hand and dashed all the way to the library in search of your friends who appeared to be having a little make-out session by the corner. 

“Ehem..” you fake coughed. 

Luca and Gabriel’s hearts stopped and looked at you like deers jaywalking on the road. You were the only person they told about their secret make-out spot so they jumped, pulling away from each other. “Jesus, Y/N! I swear-” Luca stopped his sentence as he and Gabriel’s eyes now focused on the new face in the back. 

“Is that the Timothy boy you kept rambling about?” Luca gasped.

Tim blushed, discovering that you’ve been talking about him this whole time you were here. “How did you know exactly what I looked like? I could be some student who passed by and saw what you two were doing.” 

“Please, honey. Y/N here managed to show us ALL the pictures she had of you from the minute we asked about her life back at Gotham.” Gabriel snickered.  

From that time on, Tim became good friends with the two as well, so close that he saw them as tour guides, asking them where the best spots to take you on a date would be. Since they were dormates, he would endlessly ask them for tips and literally ANYTHING! It was a good thing they weren’t irritated by it, for they found it cute and would do anything to help him make his and your stay here memorable. 

Sleep deprived, Tim stayed up late at night, tagging along Luca and Gabriel on his brainstorming ideas on where to take you on this week’s date. 

“Timothy! (literally both Luca and Gabriel know he goes by Tim but call him Timothy since they think it suits him more.) Have you heard of Les Diablerets?” Luca asked. 

“Does it look like I have?” Tim chuckled and opened his laptop to check it out. His eyes widened, seeing how it was one of those beautiful snowy mountains with attention grabbing attractions, making his mouth form a huge “O”. 

“Damn.” was all he could say. 

“I’d knew you’d say that. Anyways, there’s this restaurant there called Les Mazots. Get a reservation first thing tomorrow for lunch at make sure to get a seat outside for the views.” 

“Just hope you get a seat, it’s always crowded and people barely get lucky.” Gabriel added. 

Tim took a deep breath and exhaled, overwhelmed but slightly hopeful that he could get you both a seat with the magic word “Wayne”. “The place is a bit far, but I’m glad Bruce rented me a sweet car for the trip-”

“Uh no car, fründ (”friend” in Swiss-German). You want to make this trip authentic? Stop. Using. Your. Damn. Automobile. Walk to nearby places, take the taxi, and for this long trip, add a train to it. I’m sure you can buy first class coach tickets. Just make things authentic, please.” Luca placed his arms on Tim’s shoulders with a serious look. 

“I suppose why not.” Tim shrugged. 

-- 

A day later

“Timothy Drake-WAYNE, not using his fancy cars or planes today? I’m really surprised we managed to travel to Les Diableretes without a single transportation given by Bruce. What’s with the change?” you raised your eyebrows. 

“I just thought, to make our time here together memorable, why not make things... authentic?” 

As you last looked at the beautiful view, the both of you stepped out of the gondola lift hand in hand, you arrived at the restaurant. 

It wasn’t exactly the fanciest like a restaurant at The Ritz Carlton, but it definetely made do. The both of you never had the experience of dining in a cozy looking log designed restaurant BY THE MOUNTAINS, so it was very much a memorable day to experience. Neither of you moved as you both stood, looking at the restaurant which had a beautiful view of the mountains. 

A waiter appeared to see you starstrucked so she stepped out to speak to the teens in love. “Beautiful isn’t it?” she said, making the both of you snap back to reality. 

“Uh, yes, very much.” you smiled. 

“I trust you have a reservation with us today?”

Tim nodded, “Yes, Wayne.”

The waiter widened her eyes, “Ah, Monsieur Wayne, yes table for two by the view? Come with me.”

-- 

Lunch was everything you could have hoped for. This was a dream come true. Lounging and taking the surreal beauty of the Swiss Mountains as you savored your meals. Tim and you spent the time to also take pictures together, and enjoy each other’s presence. 

“And how’s your food, mon amour?” Tim playfully said.

“Scrumptious, thank you. May I ask you the same?” you giggled. 

“Bien, merci.” 

As Tim waved the gesture for the bill, the same waiter from earlier came by with a happy look. “Monsieur Wayne, your bill has been taken cared of.”

Before you could ask who, Tim turned around to see the Batfam eyeing you two with the biggest heart eyes. Dick even waved with a camera on his other hand as he had been taking photos of you two ever since you sat down on your seats. 

“Oh my gosh, you’re family is here!” you laughed which made Tim sigh in embarassment. 

“Can we please not go over there?” Tim pleaded. 

“Sure, anyways they’re coming over to us.” you giggled. 

Dick was the first to give Tim the biggest hug ever, “SURPRISE TIMBO!” 

“You thought you could get away from us tracking your whereabouts, huh, replacement?” Jason scoffed. 

Tim shot a confusing look, “W-what?!”

“Tt. Father placed a tracking device in your car. Seems like you didn’t use it today.” Damian explained. 

“That’s because Tim here decided to make things ‘authentic’ as he would say.” you added. 

“Authentic?” Bruce raised an eyebrow at Tim, waiting for an answer. 

“We walked, took a taxi, train, and gondola lift. No cars, planes, or anything. I just wanted to make our time memorable.” he said, holding your hand. 

“Well, I suppose you two can do that. We’ll be commuting our way.” Bruce nonchalantly said. 

“WE’LL?” Tim jumped. 

“That’s right, Timbers! We missed our little computer genius brother-” Dick was interrupted by Damian who said, “Not me.” “It’s only a few months before Y/N’s exchange program ends. Why not stay here with the both of you?” Dick patted Tim’s back. 

“Besides I’d like to look for some Swiss ladies.” Jason wriggled his eyebrows for which nobody responded to. 

“So much for vibing ALONE together in Switzerland.” Tim rolled his eyes. 

You gave him a small kiss in the cheek. “Hey, it’s not like you’ll be living with them. You and me in the dorms, remember?” you smirked.

“Oh, I remember.” he whispered in your ears. 

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[nicostolemybones]

Hey, I got a prompt for you. Demigod Truth Or Dare.

I decided the opportunity for angst was irresistible, so I hope you don’t mind that :/ 

tw: homophobia

The Truth Won’t Out Willingly

“Truth or dare?”

Nico swallowed thickly. He just knew this was going to end badly, of course he did. Especially based on the smirk on the son of Eros’s face as he asked. He wasn’t going to risk a dare. He could already see the way the boy’s eyes raked down his body like he was a piece of meat, and flickered to the eyes of the other boys and back to Nico. Nico just knew he’d dare him to kiss one of them, and Nico did not want to be outed, humiliated like that. He was not a performance for the entertainment of others. “Truth,” Nico replied in a measured voice. There was a pause whilst the son of Eros leaned back, a dangerous smirk crossing his lips. He looked at Nico like Nico was weak, like he could feel the fear radiating. Nico supposed the death aura currently killing the strawberry plants in the field might have been giving it away. Nico picked at a strand of dead grass, angrily throwing it and accidentally summoning a crow skull, which landed across the circle at Annabeth. What terrible fucking irony, Nico scowled. The son of Eros gave an amused hum. 

“Which girl did you last have a crush on, di Angelo. And remember, liars forfeit.” Nico refused to be trapped by that. He had a lie, and he’d been bold enough to tell it to Cupid, convincing enough that Annabeth had even believed it herself at one point. 

“Annabeth,” Nico replied, making direct eye contact. The son of Eros snorted a laugh that attracted the attention of the other players, who began looking wearily at Nico, like some of them suspected him. 

“Really?”

“One question at a time,” Jason interrupted, and Nico scowled at him. He didn’t want Jason to fight battles he was capable of fighting himself.

“Yes, really,” Nico replied, hyper aware of the tension in his voice. He cleared his throat, waving his arm casually in Annabeth’s direction, grateful for the puce tinge his embarrassment had given him. “I like blondes.” Nico chanced a glance around the circle, to Annabeth first. She didn’t look uncomfortable, although she gave Nico a lopsided sympathetic smile, because she knew what was going on, but as she took Percy’s hand, it could easily be interpreted as a smile of apology. He looked to Jason, scared he’d see uncomfortableness on his face, but Jason looked no more uncomfortable by the revelation of Nico’s type than he did when Percy talked about Annabeth. Good, he thought to himself, he had allies he could trust. He looked to Percy, who was deep in thought as he looked around the weary faces, like he was finally realising why Nico felt the need to tell him that he wasn’t his type. Because Nico just knew that revealing his sexuality made people uncomfortable, made people fear his company, like he was a predator. Percy seemed to finally understand that it was never about Nico getting one over on him, but rather Nico protecting himself from the pervert label homophobes liked to slap on him. Percy looked like he finally understood, and he gave Nico a sad smile. Nico didn’t want pity, he didn’t want to be looked at like a kid who just lost his puppy, or like a kid who was sick. He was gay, not sick. He knew it was supposed to be sympathy, but Nico didn’t want to have to face the uncomfortableness of people’s sympathy. Sympathy was for death cards, with deepest symathy, and Nico hadn’t lost someone, wasn’t dead, he was gay. 

“Truth or dare,” Nico eventually asked Piper, who picked dare. Of course she did, and Leo leaned over to whisper in Nico’s ear, giggling. 

“Please make her dump a bucket of ice water over Jason,” Leo wheezed, and Nico smirked, looking to Piper, and then to Jason. Jason’s face resembled a clear thought of oh no, then Nico crossed the circle to Piper, and whispered in her ear. Piper giggled and snorted, running off to go and get the ice bucket. Leo was wheezing with laughter when Nico sat back down, leaning on Nico’s shoulder with his elbow for stability. Nico wondered if Leo would still feel so comfortable if he knew Nico’s secret, or if he’d suddenly change his view of platonic intimacy with other guys to exclude Nico out of the arrogant assumption that Nico would want every boy he ever laid eyes on. Nico felt paranoid, but he knew he had a valid reason for being so cautious and worried, because he had no idea if the people who called themselves his friends- if they even did- would change how they behaved around him like he was contagious. Nico felt anxiety twisting in his gut, and by the time Piper had dumped a bucket of ice water on Jason, who had promptly sparked up and mildly electrocuted himself, Nico couldn’t focus on the game anymore. All he could think about in his head was all the words he wished he’d said, all the words he wanted to say, but was afraid to say out of fear his experiences would become a discourse on his basic human rights. Nico didn’t have the energy to want to engage in something so toxic to himself. He’d hated himself enough, and he wasn’t ready to have others validate that hate.

Which is why Nico didn’t snap out of his thoughts until he heard a nervous laugh from Will. “Haha, what?”

“Kiss di Angelo,” the son of Eros said, and Nico scowled. He knew shadows were pooling, but he didn’t care. 

“I don’t consent to a kiss,” Will announced calmly, to which Nico heard a son of Ares use a slur to unnecessarily butt in his input of how he didn’t wanna see that. Nico was about to say something when Clarisse gave him a hard slap. 

“If you forfeit, the forefeit is you have to tell everyone your little secret. Or does my father have to pay you a little visit?” Oh. Oh hell no. Oh hell no Cupid wasn’t going to be bothering Will. 

“I’m not telling anyone anything,” Will said firmly, and the son of Eros laughed coldly. 

“Then kiss di Angelo.”

“I already said, I don’t consent to-”

“Then should I tell everyone you’re a dirty little f-”

“You dare use that word,” Nico interrupted in a quiet warning tone, “you dare call him that word and I’ll fucking kill you. And if you dare force him to kiss anybody, I will personally see to it that you’ll find a rotting decapitated head in your bed tonight.”

“Holy shit,” Clarisse muttered, giving Nico an impressed glance.

“I’m merely having a little fun,” the son of Ares said, standing up. Nico was about to speak, but Will stood up too, fists balled at his side and face furiously pink. 

“It’s not fun for me!”

“Oh boo-hoo(!)”

“You’re being a bully!” Will wasn’t going to back down, and Nico had seen what Eros was capable of. He wasn’t going to let Will go through that, so he stood, and he stood by Will’s side. He didn’t say anything- it wasn’t his battle to fight. But he wanted Will to know that he was on his side, always. The Ares camper from before stood by the son of Eros, and suddenly the situation felt dangerous. Nico was prepared to have his head kicked in to protect Will from the gay bashing he knew was about to come. Jason stood, joining Nico and Will, then Percy, Annabeth, Piper, Leo, Clarisse, Reyna, Hazel, Frank, Calypso, Grover, Austin, Kayla, Drew, Katie, Travis, Connor, Cecil, Lou-Ellen- and Nico felt empowered. He would not be afraid and hide in the shadows. 

“Got a problem?” Nico asked, smirking.

“Perverts,” the son of Eros spat. 

“You’re the one trying to force Will to kiss me without his consent, not me. You’re the pervert,” Nico pointed out. 

“Now leave,” Will commanded, and the son of Eros and the son of Ares looked at the crowd of supporters, and walked away without a word. Nico laughed coldly, bitterly, because whether he liked it or not, the truth was probably out there now. Of course they all knew. 

“What was that about,” Hazel asked, shaking her head, although her question was more in disbelief at the confrontation.

“I’m gay,” Nico announced emotionlessly, “deal with it.” There was stony silence for a while.

“So,” Leo began, and Nico prepared for a stupid joke, “any particular blondes?” Was he seriously asking this? Was he seriously asking if Nico had a crush after that confrontation? Nico checked his anger- Leo meant to break the ice and show his support, and Nico knew that. As much as it was terrible timing, and crossed his boundaries, Nico knew he hadn’t communicated his boundaries, and Leo clearly meant nothing but support. There was no malice, so Nico took a few calm, long breaths. 

“I don’t feel like talking about it,” Nico replied, and Leo nodded, putting an arm around his shoulder. 

“And you don’t have to man, but you don’t have to keep it all inside either.” Nico felt warmed by the gesture- Leo had put his arm around him, comfortably so, and it meant the world to Nico that he wasn’t going to be treated any differently than usual. 

“Are you okay, Will,” Nico asked carefully, and Will nodded. 

“Just a little shaken up.”

“Understandable,” Nico replied, “that was scary, huh?”

“I’d rather operate on a cardiac tamponade in a dirty lift with nothing but a capri-sun straw,” Will announced, huffing a soundless laugh and glowing softly, “but I’m grateful for all the support.”

“I’ve no idea what that means,” Percy interjected, “but I’m suddenly doubting your qualifications to run the infirmary, Will.”

“Oh, I have none,” Will replied with a laugh and an exaggerated smile. 

“Are you a quack or a barber surgeon?” Nico quipped, and Drew snickered.

“Oh honey, he’s definitely a quack, he can’t cut hair for toffee.”

“That was one time,” Will huffed, pouting in jest. 

“It was a bowl cut, sweetie,” Drew replied, and Nico snickered.

“You had a bowl cut?” Nico interrupted. 

“It was a long time ago!” Will defended. 

“It was last month,” Lou-Ellen laughed, “literally just before you met,” she clarified for Nico.

“Meanies,” Will pouted, “I looked cute.”

“If you say so,” Nico laughed, and Will hiccupped a light butterfly. Nico found himself fighting the skeletal butterflies resurrecting in his stomach in favour of a smile and a blush he couldn’t fight down. “Are we gonna tell ‘em?” 

“Nah,” Will grinned impishly, “they can figure it out for themselves. For now, truth or dare now the trash got taken out?”

“Sure,” Nico smiled, looking back at his secret boyfriend.

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[tragiceyes]

Recovery

I came across this song by AJR, and it made me think of Jason, so I wrote this lil’ fic. Give it a listen! 

Lyrics are interspersed to break up the scenes - sorry this is unedited and sloppy, I’ll clean it up before posting to AO3.

This is a little different from my usual take on Jason. Hope you enjoy it anyway!

I've been so good, I've been helpful and friendly

I've been so good, why am I feeling empty?

I've been so good, I've been so good this year

100mg of Seroquel a day. Because what was the point of cashing in on his little portion of Gotham’s lucrative drug trade if Jason couldn’t buy brand-name?

It made Jason’s stomach hurt, if he didn’t take it with food. So he took it with food. 

I've been so good, but it's still getting harder

I've been so good, where the hell is the karma?

I've been so good, I've been so good this year

A hefty dose of Lithium. 1200mg had made Jason feel like the walking dead, so he’d gotten it reduced to 900mg. He took it first thing in the morning, with a glass of orange juice. 

And he was on the level all day long.

Why, are you asking me why?

My days and nights are filled with disappointment

Fine, oh no, everything's fine

I'm not sure why I booked today's appointment

Jason never heard him coming, but still somehow knew he was there.

Batman.

“I couldn’t help but notice you’ve gone non-lethal.”

He nodded.

“Any particular reason for this change?”

Jason sighed, too tired to tell him anything but the truth, “I’m trying to be better.”

What, am I normal or not?

Am I crazier than other patients?

Right, I've done everything right

So where's the karma doc, I've lost my patience

“So, this person you’ve been talking about…what did you say his name was?” Dr. Connor reviewed her notes.

“Rick.” Jason mumbled.

“Rick. Were you planning on asking him out?”

Jason stared at the ceiling. The first day he’d come into this office, he’d sat stiffly on the sofa and glared at Dr. Connor the entire time, as if he hadn’t made the choice to be there. To her credit, she hadn’t been put off by his rudeness. She’d let him sit, talk only to the degree to which he was comfortable.

And now here he was, lying flat on his back, staring at the ceiling, glowing in the ambient, calming soft lighting.

“Why would I do that, Doc?” Jason replied listlessly. 

Dr. Connor crossed her legs, “Well, you certainly talk about him a lot. And I think he’d be charmed by the way you wax poetic about him.”

Jason snorted in amusement. He marveled at how far he’d come. All the furniture was still in one piece, and he hadn’t stormed out, red-faced and enraged. 

“Actually, knowing him, he’s probably heard it all before. He’s always had a long line of suitors willing to wax poetic, paint portraits, slay dragons…”

She chuckled good-naturedly, “Nothing ventured, nothing gained, Jason. For all you know, he waxes poetic about you.”

Jason highly doubted that. “I already asked him out, Doc…and he shot me down cold.” He blushed a little in shame. It didn’t matter how many sessions he had with Dr. Connors, rejection was never fun to relive. “He doesn’t want anything to do with me.”

“When did this happen?”

“A while ago, way back before…all of this,” Jason waved casually around the therapist’s office, the photographs of beaches, the soft-colored painted walls, the stress toys he’d broken all too many times. “Not that I blame him for telling me where to shove it. I kind of, well…I didn’t handle it well when he said ‘no.’”

He looked up at her. Her pen was poised on her notepad. She gave him an encouraging smile.

He let out a sigh.

Red Hood and Nightwing had teamed up for at least six missions at the point that Jason had decided it was time to shoot his shot. The Lazarus Pit had taken pretty much everything from him, everything except the long-buried crush he’d harbored for his predecessor since the ill-fated Robin years. 

But Jason wasn’t Robin anymore, and he could tell there was something between the two of them. Something in the way Dick smiled at him made Jason want to devour him, and see what that smile tasted like. Something in the way Dick swung through the night made Jason want to tackle him onto a rooftop, pin him down, and not let him get away. Being around Dick made Jason felt like a dog chasing cars. Only he was pretty sure he’d know what to do once he caught this one. 

And he was planning on catching him. Jason showed up to Dick’s apartment unannounced, and swaggered his way inside when Dick opened the door to him, a confused look on his handsome face. 

“Jason…what are you- I mean, what brings you here?”

“Came looking for you, Dickie-bird.” Jason replied with a smirk, not looking at him.

Dick looked like he didn’t really know what to say to that. He moved to walk past Jason, but Jason’s arm shot out to block his way.

“Stop playing hard-to-get, Dickie. It doesn’t suit you.”

“I don’t know what you mean.” Dick replied easily, but Jason caught the way he bit his lip nervously.

“I mean you…and me.”

“Jason-“

“Don’t try and deny it.” He was fully boxing in Dick now, his arms on both sides.

Dick squirmed uncomfortably, “Jay…”

“Come get dinner with me,” Jason continued recklessly, “or, if you want, we can skip straight to dessert…”

Jason didn’t really remember what happened next, but he knew it was some embarrassing combination of himself leaning in to kiss Dick, Dick rebuffing him, and then Dick gently explaining his reasoning.

But Jason hadn’t heard anything past the rejection, and the rejection was blistering and hurtful and humiliating. 

And so, as Jason was known to do, he flew off the handle.

“So you were just flirting with me for shits and giggles, I guess?! I should have know you were like that with everyone. Fucking slut!”

Dick looked at him in shock, “Okay, you need to leave now.”

“Fuck you!”

Jason swung a fist at him, but Dick ducked beneath his arm and used his momentum to grab Jason and pin him against the wall, arm behind his back. Jason let out a curse in anger, and swung violently enough to knock a glass jar off a nearby table. Dick’s other hand quickly gripped the back of his shirt and kept his face pushed against the wall.

“JASON. You need to listen to me right now.” Dick’s voice was angry and commanding and Jason hated him.

Under normal circumstances, Jason would have forced his way out of the grip, even if it meant breaking his own arm in the process, just to get back on the offensive and attack Dick with everything he had. But this time, something gave him pause.

“You don’t get to barge into my apartment and get aggressive with me. You don’t get to throw a fist a me when I reject you. You need to learn how to listen before reacting. Did you even hear what I fucking said, Jason? You stubborn asshole!”

Jason didn’t respond, but Dick wasn’t waiting for him.

“Your anger is out of control. You know what you need to do to get right. You’re going to leave my apartment now, and you are not coming back here until you do what you need to do.”

How someone could manage to be both cryptic and totally condescending was beyond Jason. Not that he could say as much in his current position.

Dick tightened his grip slightly before loosening it, “Don’t try and hit me again, Jason. I’ve been doing this longer than you have.”

But Jason wasn’t planning on it - he knew when he’d been bested. And he obediently walked out the door, red-faced and shamed.

“You know, it’s not so easy, Dick!” Jason cried hoarsely, “It’s really...it’s really fucking hard!”

Dick looked back at him coolly, “I know.”

And he closed the door.

Even as he recounted the story to the one person he knew wouldn’t judge him, Jason couldn’t help but feel a bit of a lump in his throat. He’d really screwed up that one. 

“Tell me what you’re feeling right now.” Dr. Connors encouraged him.

“I can’t believe I did that.” Jason said, and to his horror, he felt his eyes get damp, “I can’t believe I threw shit and tried to hurt him for not wanting to date me. It’s fucking embarrassing to be such a shitty person all the time.”

“You’re not a shitty person, Jason,” She cut in, “Yes, you lost control in the moment. But you’ve been trying to battle these moods and symptoms on your own your entire life. Do you have any idea how hard that is? It’s not something everyone can do, and it certainly isn’t something most people can understand. 

You have an illness, Jason, and you’re working hard to get better. If you were in this same situation again today, I have no doubt you’d be able to recognize the signs of an episode, and prepare accordingly. Either by tempering your anger, or removing yourself from the situation. Give yourself some credit.”

“But it doesn’t matter,” Jason said listlessly, “yes, I’m a lot better now. The meds and the therapy have been helping. I’m more level-headed and stable than I’ve every been before in my life. But it doesn’t matter, because I can’t take back what I did, and I blew my shot with him. He doesn’t want me around, and I don’t blame him.”

“Maybe he’ll forgive you. Have you tried to apologize?”

Jason shook his head. He couldn’t face Dick.

She didn’t let him off, “You should go to him and apologize. With sincerity. Mental illness can be an explanation for poor behavior, but it’s never an excuse. And since it sounds like he’s the one who convinced you to seek treatment in the first place…”

Dick’s words in his mind like a plea or a prayer.

You know what you need to do to get right.

He’d been right.

I've been so good, I've been working my ass off

I've been so good, still, I'm lonely and stressed out

I've been so good, I've been so good this year

What kind of idiot was Jason anyway? He’d been rejected once, twice, it might as well have been a thousand times. 

Yet here he stood once again, right outside Dick’s door. This time he knocked.

Dick answered. Jason was staring at the floor.

“Jason.”

You say that I'm better, why don't I feel better?

The universe works in mysterious ways

But I'm starting to think it ain't working for me

He forced himself to meet Dick’s gaze.

“I’m sorry, Dick. I’m really sorry for the way I treated you. You didn’t deserve it, and I want you to know that I appreciate you trying to help me and I am trying to get better. I’m trying to be better.”

He swallowed, unsure of how to continue, “I-“

“It’s okay, Jason.” Dick replied simply, “I forgive you.”

Jason paused, feeling slightly wrong-footed.

“You seem calmer on patrol, and off it too. You’re no longer shooting to kill, rarely shooting to maim. I know you’re putting in a lot of effort, and I’m proud of you, Jason.”

“Oh. Um, well…good.” He said awkwardly, “Thanks.” 

He’d done what he came to do. He turned to walk away.

“You came all this way,” Dick called breezily, “wasn’t there something you wanted to ask?”

Jason stared back at him, dumbfounded. A little part of his brain lit up with a memory of the night Dick had rejected him. 

Dick had rejected him. But he’d said, “I can’t be with you, Jason. I want to, but I won’t, not before you see someone. You’ve been through a lot of shit, and you’re dealing with a lot of anger. I think you need to work on that before you enter a relationship with anyone.”

But Jason hadn’t heard any of it, not at the time. Rather, he hadn’t been listening.

“Well, now that you mention it…” Jason was blushing again. But this time he was smiling, too.

He could do this.

“…you free tonight?”

Doctor, should I be good?

Should I be good this year?

Dick smiled back.

#jaydick #my writing #angst #cw mental health

[lolacola01]

Prank Gone Wrong DD

The boys Decide to prank David with Riley Reid while he’s in bed sick with the cold. Only no one lets Y/N in on the prank and she walks in on them.

“This is a bad idea,” Carly complains as she looks at Zane and Todd. “He’s not going to be happy about this.”

“Never mind him,” Erin frowns from her seat on David’s sofa. “You’re just lucky Y/N is busy tonight. She would not be letting any of this happen.”

“It’s a prank,” Zane laughs.

“David’s in bed doped up on cold medicine and you think it’s funny to get a porn star to slip in to bed beside him so you can film his reaction, and you’re calling it a prank?”

“And lets not forget the porn star has already sent him flirty text messages,” Carly added.

“But it’s funny,” Todd smiles. “I mean he’s always doing these kind of things to us.”

“Well he’s never done it to me or Carly so we’re staying out of it,” Erin remarks as she stands from the sofa. “Don’t come running to us when this blows up in your faces and Y/N is mad at you.”

Before any of the boys can answer her, the door bell rings and everyone looks to the glass door to see Riley Reid standing behind it with Dom by her side.

“Just be cool guys,” Zane frowns as he goes to open the door.

 Carly and Erin leave soon after. They try and warn everyone again, but it falls on deaf ears. As soon as the girls are gone the boys show Riley to David’s bedroom. He’s still passed out in the same position he’s been in all day.

“So how do I play it when he wakes up?” Riley asks as she starts to strip down to her underwear.

“Just casual,” Zane answers. “Like you’re supposed to be waking up next to him. Trust me the second he sees you he’s going to know it’s a joke. We just want to catch his reaction on the vlog.”

“We’ve got all the cameras set up and we’re going to be watching from the podcast room,” Todd adds.

“Sounds good,” Riley smiles as he gets under the covers as lays down by David’s side. Jason takes that opportunity to walk into the bedroom and frowns.

“Are you guys sure about this?”

“Not you too,” Zane groans. “Yes we’re sure. Yes David will see the funny side of it.”

“It’s not David I’m worried about,” Jason grumbles. “If Y/N sees this. I mean there’s a porn star on her side of the bed.”

All the boys turn and look at David passed out with a porn star laying almost naked beside him.

“I think it’s cool,” Dom giggles.

They spend a few more minutes arguing if it’s right or wrong before Jason finally gives up and heads home.

That only leaves Zane, Todd, Dom and a few of the Instagram models scattered around the podcast room watching the laptop screen waiting for any sign on David waking up. It’s a long hour of waiting before everyone slowly begins to fall asleep one by one. Even Riley has given up on David waking up and has crawled further under the covers and into David’s side.

 David’s POV

 The first thing David notices when he begin to wake is the weight of Y/N against his side. She is practically laying with her head on his chest. The cold medicine he took earlier really knocked him out and it takes him a few seconds of trying before his eyes finally work. When they do open he is met with confusion. Instead of seeing Y/N’s blonde hair spread out across his chest he is met with a full head of brown hair. Panic begins to set in and he tries to sit up but the girl laying on his chest is making it differently.

“What the hell,” he starts shouting causing the girl to finally move from his chest. When she lays back against the pillow beside him he gets to see who he’s in bed with. “Riley?”

“Morning sexy,” Riley gives him a lazy smile as she begins rolling onto her side.

“okay what the hell is going on?” David is in full panic mode as he tries to figure out what’s happening around him. He doesn’t get anything else out before the bedroom door opens and he’s met with a very shocked looking Y/N staring back at him. “No no,” he says as he finally manages to get up out of the bed. “Y/N I have no idea what’s going on here. I just woke up and she was here.”

 Y/N POV

 Y/N doesn’t say anything. She can’t. she just stands still at the bedroom door, a bag holding a cup of warm chicken noodle soup in her hand. She had left work early, thinking that bringing her boyfriend some soup would help him get better quicker. But while she’s out he’s found other ways of getting better.

She knew Riley had a crush on David, but she had no idea David would do this. Their relationship was still quite new. It had only been four months but in those four months David had told her more than once that what he cherished most in a relationship was honestly. He had no time for cheaters or liars, but now Y/N was realising that he was all talk. He had probably been all talk the whole time.

After Liza, David had struggled so much to get over her, but when Y/n came into his life he seemed to change overnight. Everyone in the group and told her so. They were always going on about how good she was for him. How he was so happy with her, but it all looked like a lie now. Now it was all ruined. All the friendships she’d made with David’s friend group gone because this had happened.

David’s now by her side talking to her, but she can’t hear a word he’s saying. She’s too focused on Riley. She’s laying in the same spot she had woke up in that morning. The same spot where David had curled into her side and kissed her.

Now all Y/N could think was he probably did the same with Riley. He probably begged her to stay in bed. Probably slipped his cold hand under her t-shirt making her giggle. He probably whispered ‘I love you’s’ in her ear as they lay close together.

It took Riley to say something before Y/N shook herself out of her trance. “Excuse me?” she asks as Riley pulls back the covers to reveal the smallest pair of panties and bra Y/N has ever seen.

“I said it’s not what it looks like,” Riley stands at the side of the bed, hands on hips like they’re about to have a completely normal conversation.

“Well it looks like you’re a whore who’s just got finished fucking my boyfriend.” Y/N has no idea where the bravery has came from, but she’s going with it.

“Y/n,” David frowns from her side. “Look this is…”

“David I’m warning you,” Y/N interrupts. “If you’re about to start lying to me I will turn around and you will never see me again.”

“Y/n I didn’t sleep with…”

“Goodbye David.” Y/N turns to leave but David quickly grabs her by the arm, trapping her between himself and the bedroom door. “Let go of me.” She adds through gritted teeth.

“Not until you listen to me,” David says back. “Now I have no fucking clue what is going on here, but I know I did not sleep with Riley. I just woke up and she was here. I’m just as confused as you are.”

“You should listen to your boyfriend, sweetie,” Riley says as she pulls on her jeans. “It was just a prank. We thought it would be funny.”

“We?” David asks turning around to face Riley. “Who’s we?”

“The boys and I,” Riley answers. “Dom brought me over and…”

“Is this part of your little script for if you ever got caught?” Y/n snaps causing David to turn back at her. “Blame it on someone else.”

“Look this is all getting out of hand,” David tries to stay calm but Y/N is too far gone. “I’m just as confused as you are baby.”

“Don’t you baby me,” Y/N snaps as she throws her purse towards him. “You don’t get to call me that after crawling out of bed with her.” She spits out the last word as she gives Riley a dirty look. “If I hadn’t have walked in would you have said nothing? Would you have let me in your bed tonight. In the same sheets she’s just been in. I mean who knows what you have now.”

“I don’t have to stay here and be talked to like this,” Riley scoffs. “I’m out of here.”

“Don’t bother,” Y/N steps forward and grabs her purse from the floor. “I know I interrupted something. So I’ll leave.”

“Y/n you can’t do this.” David begins to panic as Y/N goes around the room picking up anything that belongs to her. “Riley tell her nothing happened.”

“Save it David,” Y/N pauses in front of him and looks him up and down. “I thought we were something. I really thought this was it for me. I didn’t think it could be thrown away so easily. I guess it didn’t mean the same to you as it did to me. I just hope she’s worth it.” She then turns to Riley who is standing behind David looking uncomfortable. “I knew you wanted him. I must have been crazy to think that I’d have any chance against you.”

“Y/N,” David tries to reach for Y/N hand but she pulls away too quickly.

“I don’t want to hear from you again,” she says before turning and running out of the bedroom leaving David standing in a state of shock.

#daivd dobrik #david x reader #david dobrik imagines #david dobrik smut #david dobrik imagine #david dobrik x reader #vlog squad #davids vlogs

[disregardcanon]

OH MY GOD! i wrote this thing back in like, last february and never posted it. so. here have the bnha characters in the good place au! 

featuring ochako as eleanor, iida as chidi, kirishima as jason, bakugo as tahani, and deku as a whole host of things including kamilah and janet XD 

relationships include: past tsuchako 

this is disjointed and rambly but there’s some good stuff so i hope you enjoy it 

ochako uraraka dies. then, she wakes up in an office building starring at “everything is fine!” in glaring, yellow letters. some weird old white man in a suit with a polka dotted die explains things to her. you know, how she died. how it was unpleasant and embarrassing. but now she’s in the afterlife, apparently, and things are hunky dory. this is the good place. 

there was backstory before this happened, of course. in order to die, someone had to live. 

before ochako was dead, she was alive. she was a little girl who wanted to grow up to become a hero to support her parents, but they tell her that she should be a hero to help other people, not them. 

they die in a tragic car incident, ochako gets shuffled through the foster system, and grabs tightly onto that idea of becoming a hero to make her parents proud and be able to support herself and give herself a good life. 

in american society, people cannot get provisional hero licenses until they graduate from high school and they cannot become licensed heroes until completing a bachelors degree. kids who can get provisional licenses right out of high school are much preferred for hero courses at colleges, and it’s nearly impossible to get a provisional license right out of high school unless you were able to attend a specialized hero prep school. 

ochako is a foster kid in arizona. ofc she can’t afford prep school, does not get a provisional license, and cannot make it into a hero course. she studies her ass off for the next year, taking a gap year, and she’s able to pass the entrance exams and agrees to sign away her soul in student loans. but the program so heavily favors kids that had prep school experience and already had their provisional licenses. while working and trying to put herself through school, she just can’t keep up with the rigorous schedule and the bias against her. 

ochako drops out of the hero program after a year of failing to stay afloat, and she just wants a god damn stable job. so, she goes into sales. not exactly sales that are on the up and up either. think. selling fake drugs to old people. 

she gets into a relationship with tsuyu asui and they bond over failed attempts at hero careers. tsuyu decided to go into counseling instead and is still trying to make her best effort to be A Good Person TM and ochako gives it a try for awhile, but it starts making her feel inadequate pretty quickly and she gets defensive. 

tsuyu psycho-analyzes ochako more than ochako’s ready to deal with and easily figures out her issues and tries to like, solve them. ew, and ochako ends the relationship and falls back into her selling fake drugs to old people ways before dying in a blaze of shopping cart related glory. it was apparently, hilarious, because after the shopping carts hit her she subconsciously used her quirk to send them up in a shopping cart mushroom cloud. which crushed her again. 

yeah ochako’s really glad that she can’t remember any of that.

“so,” michael the architect says, “would you like to meet your soulmate?” she’s had a lot of casual flings and hookups, but never anything serious other than tsuyu. so. yeah she’s pretty interested in meeting her soulmate. 

he’s kind of hot, in a nerdy as shirt way. 

“this is your soulmate, iida tenya.” 

“is that first name first or first name last?” ochako asks. she’s japanese american and knows enough japanese to be able to puzzle out that his name IS japanese, but she can’t for the life of her tell what order that’s in. 

“she’s american,” michael says. 

“ah,” he says, “then i’m tenya iida.” 

he gives her a little rundown of his life, and apparently, the life of a moral philosophy professor is actually... pretty intense. at least it is when you started off life wanting to be a pro hero. 

“you mean you almost killed the hero killer?” admittedly, ochako doesn’t pay all that much attention to world events, but the hero killer fiasco was sort of a big deal. a serial killer only targeting professional heroes? and for reasons he thought were completely justified? that was the biggest news story for at least a week, even in america. 

“he paralyzed my brother,” tenya says, “i’d never been so angry before in my life. i truly think that if he hadn’t beaten me, i would have.” 

“wow,” ochako says, “that’s dark.” tenya nods. 

“i was lucky my friends pulled me out of it.” he talks about his friends saving him, friends that apparently include PRO HERO DEKU. which, like, ochako’s not that invested in the japanese hero scene, but everyone knows about pro hero deku. 

the dude worked his way onto the hero scene with a quirk that hurt him whenever he used it, took over all might’s position, and admitted to being quirkless until he was fifteen. he used almost all of the immense amount of money that he made as a hero building up his own charities, doing work for community organizations, and trying to support disabled and quirkless organizations around his country. he’s the kiss babies save people then go home and continue doing favors for people when he gets there type. 

deku was a good guy. like, a REALLY good one. he was one of the most famous heroes in the entire world when ochako died, and she’s pretty sure that he was going to take the number one spot from that explosive asshole any day. hell, he was even always NICE to the guy, acted like they were friends even though the explosive shitstick always treated him like dirt. 

ochako might have had a little bit of a hero worship crush on the guy, okay. it’s not that big of a deal. 

“so then how did you become a professor of moral philosophy? sounds like you had a good gig going at that hero school of yours.” U.A. is the best known hero high school in the entire world. she’d sort of dreamt of going to U.A. herself as a kid.

“i realized that morality is... a lot more complicated than i thought it was before. i made a rash decision and it almost cost me my soul. hero work is complicated and muddy and i didn’t want to be left running around in circles doing it, never knowing what was right. instead i dedicated my life to studying what’s right. now i always try to make the most ethical possible decision. at all times.” 

“that sounds forking exhausting,” ochako says. tenya looks shocked. 

“forking. FORKING,” ochako glares, “you know i don’t mean forking right?” 

“yes,” he says, “i do. the good place does not let you curse. many of us do not like it.” well. that’s good to know that he looks like a nerd and he IS one. 

“well i forking do dumbash,” she says, “do you think that’s going to darn me to heck?” 

“dark impulses aren’t what make people good or bad,” tenya says, “acting on them does.” 

tenya iida, ochako soon realizes, talks a big game for someone who can’t decide on a flavor of yogurt because of the possible ethical ramifications. 

kirishima opens his eyes and sees a smiling, old white man. that’s generally not a good sign. normally smiling white people are either attorneys or librarians who are about to scold him for falling asleep on the library couch again. 

“you, jianyu li, are dead.” kirishima almost says “dope” but then he realizes that it is not, in fact dope. the guy asks if he wants to not talk because of some taiwanese monk thing, and seeing that kirishima is most definitely NOT a taiwanese monk he decides to go with it and not give anything away. 

he goes a couple of weeks before he finally talks to the girl with the big eyes and the auburn hair who wasn’t supposed to here in the good place either. 

“oh god,” she says, “please tell me that you’re smart enough to get us out of this. please” 

“um, maybe? i’m from florida” 

her eyes widen and she whispers “no” 

“my name’s kirishima,” he tells her, “or some of my boys call me ‘ro. it’s short for eijiro. no biggie tho.” 

“we are so forked,” ochako says. 

he’s american dawg. if you really get into, japanese american, but he’s not taiwanese. that’s probably racist. weird, racist algorithm 

“you, bakugo katsuki, are dead” 

“dead?” 

“yes, dead.” 

“i forking died?” bakugo demands. 

“yes, but you were the number one pro hero at the time of your death and now you’re in the good place. i think you can think of that as a victory.” well, that does make him feel a little better. at least deku never succeeded him in the rankings, even if he’s number one hero now. 

“forking,” he says, glaring at the air, “forking! you know i don’t forking mean forking, right?” 

“i’m aware,” michael says. 

michael goes onto explain all the rules of the good place, including the not a robot not a boy assistant that can cater to their every whim. an assistant who just so happens to look exactly like someone bakugo would prefer to never see again. 

“FORK!” bakugo screams. 

“i am deku,” he says, smiling and tilting his head like a curious owl, “how can i help you?” 

“wait,” ochako says, eyes widening with glee, “he looks just like deku.” 

“uraraka!” bakugo shouts. ochako shrugs. 

“if you had a sex robot of your celebrity crush are you saying you wouldn’t go to town? come on, ground zero. i’m only human.” bakugo looks horrified. 

“not a sex robot.” 

“but are you a robot not for sex?” she asks. 

“not a robot,” he chirps, “also i am sentient but do not consent to sex with you.” 

“oh,” ochako says.  

“that’s called rape, and you know where rapists go?” 

not a sex robot smiles as he chirps, “the bad place!” ochako shudders. 

“uh,” she asks, “what exactly... happens in the bad place?” deku opens his mouth and the screams of a thousand tortured souls come out. 

“that is what happens in the bad place,” he says, “but you do not need to worry about that. the good place’s algorithm put you here.” ochako giggles nervously. 

“IT SURE DID” 

“i can’t get away from forking deku,” bakugo says, “even in heaven.” deku smiles at him. 

“actually, you can get away from the original, pro hero deku. i am only a source of all the knowledge in the universe.” not-deku smiles widely but it doesn’t reach his eyes. it’s damn creepy. 

“why the fork do you look like him?” 

“they chose pro hero deku because he’s the most popular figure currently on earth. they thought this face would set the residents at ease.” 

“well it forking doesn’t,” bakugo says. 

“i am sorry that you feel that way. is there anyway that i can help you?” not-deku asks. 

“change!” bakugo demands, grabbing not-deku roughly by the arms. 

“i cannot do that,” not-deku says, “now that i’ve been programmed with this face, i am stuck with it. it literally will not come off.” then he grins again. 

“fork you,” bakugo says. deku just smiles again. if he thought that the thing had feelings he’d be sure it was trying to piss him off. 

bakugo slams his palm into his face. 

“my soulmate is a forking idiot,” he says. 

“you just figured that out?” ochako asks, snorting. 

“holy motherforking shirtballs,” ochako says, “we’re in the bad place.” 

“that can’t be true,” bakugo says, “i wouldn’t go to the bad place.” he was a pro hero. despite his flaws, he did a lot of good. 

“you think that you belonged in the good place?” michael says, and he laughs so hard he almost cries, “you- bakugo katsuki? you were just a hero so that you could be the best at something and try to pound deku into the ground. you never even used your platform to try to help people. it was never about helping people. it was always about your ego and your need to destroy deku.” bakugo feels an uneasiness in his stomach as he realizes that michael is right. he doesn’t deserve to go to the good place. he was always a shitty person. 

“what about me? what did i do to deserve to be here?” iida asks. then a horrified realization shows on his face. 

“oh no,” iida says, “the almond milk.” michael glares at him. 

“it wasn’t the almond milk, iida. it was everything you ever did after you tried to kill the herokiller. you made a mistake, and then you over-corrected in the worst possible way. you went from trying to help people to doing nothing but thinking about your own ego-centric view of morality. you could never make a decision, and that hurt the people around you.” 

michael snaps his fingers and the world goes white. 

“doug forcette? melissa shield? midoriya izuku?” shaun laughs, “you think any of them are going to the good place?” shaun laughs and laughs as they send him through the portal back to the bad place. 

“you all stay here,” michael orders. 

“don’t poof anything,” not-deku orders, “my void feels weird with all these people in here.” 

“what do you mean? deku’s not going to the good place?” 

“oh no,” the accountant says, “there’s a negative 10,000 point value for becoming a pro hero. deku’s doing well, all things considering, but he can’t overcome that handicap.” 

“what about all might?” 

“oh he’s in the bad place,” the accountant says, like saying that the symbol of peace is burning in hell is just a normal bit of trivia. 

“not even ALL MIGHT went to the good place?” michael asks, his eyes widening. 

“oh no no no,” the accountant says, “pro heroes are too messy and selfish. for every good action that they take, they cause so much harm. their wealth is a drain on society. even the most virtuous end up doing more harm than good.” 

“there were some bets going around that bakugo katsuki might surpass endeavor’s record for highest negative score a pro hero ever racked up, but he died too quickly. it was a real shame.” 

“tsuyu asui?” michael asks. from ochako’s memories of the woman, she seems like a fine specimen of humanity. 

“no,” the accountant says, “therapists often end up messing up more than they fix.” 

“well, is midoriya inko headed for the good place?” 

“no,” the accountant says, “motherhood is messy business, michael.” 

“malala yousafzai?” 

“activism is even messier.” 

“how many people got into the good place this year?” 

“none” 

“last year?” 

“none?” 

“ten years ago” 

“none.” 

“when was the last time that anyone went to the good place?” michael asks, his voice rising in fear. the accountant does some typing, some searching. then he comes up with his answer. 

“571 years ago,” the accountant says blithely. 

“oh shirt,” michael says. 

“do you want to save people or not?” bakugo demands. 

“of course i do, kacchan,” deku says, “that’s what i’ve always wanted.” 

DON’T REMEMBER WHERE I WAS GOING WITH THAT ENDING BUT HERE YOU GO 

#tgp #sunkelles writes #bnha in tgp au #ochako uraraka #tenya iida #katsuki bakugo #eijirou kirishima #izuku midoriya #tsuchako

[caffeinatedtimdrake]

Sweet

A/N: part 2 of Change! about 1.5 of Jason x reader FLUFF (surprise) in which Jason tries to bake but mostly ends up making you into a flustered mess ft. Megan low key match-making. 

“No, Jason, that’s precisely how you end up with salty cupcakes.”

“I am a salty cupcake, Megan.” 

“That’s why nobody wants to eat you.” 

“M, you have no idea. I’m offended.”

“And I’m trying to listen to a lecture on Francesco Petrarch, not foul-tasting pastries. Or…Jason-tasting pastries.” 

You shoot Megan and Jason a look from your perch at the kitchen table, swinging your earbud menacingly. 

Megan scoffs. “I’m trying to whip him into shape.” 

Jason turns rosy and bashful. “Sorry, Y/N.” He apologizes in a singsong voice, one that has your heart soaring. 

You shake your head but leave one ear bud out because you enjoy their banter more than you could ever admit. “It’s okay.” You tell him and bury your nose in your textbook again, flustered. 

After the Clay Face Fiasco left you out of commission for a few days – sick and sleepless – Megan came to the unpleasant realization that she perhaps needed more help around the bakery. Her boyfriend, Konner, helped out when he wasn’t busy with his repair shop and her uncle assisted sporadically, but it wasn’t enough.

She hung a ‘Help Wanted’ sign dismally to the front door. Barely a day later, she was getting Jason Todd his very own apron. 

When she called and told you the news, you’d squeaked, dropped your phone, and yelled into a pillow. The first day you and Jason worked together, you dropped three pans, two platters, and accidentally hit him with a wooden spoon.

Since the Clay Face incident, the energy between you and Jason has shifted. Red Hood dropped you off at home that night and never told you his identity, and Jason has yet to reveal his vigilante status (but you have your suspicions). He doesn’t discourage your sidelong glances, studying his agile movements and sharp reflexes. And when you catch Jason watching you, he no longer flushes and looks away – instead, he offers you a disarmingly cute lopsided grin, one you can’t help but return with a smile of your own. He is neither bold nor brash, but your friendship blossoms tenderly with Jason’s easy confidence. The more time you spend around him, the more you realize you are doomed. 

You don’t know it, but when Jason glances at you, studying diligently, between mixing dry ingredients and cracking eggs, he gets the first faint, bittersweet taste of what could be unrequited love. He, like you, often thinks to himself, “I’m doomed,” when you laugh at his bad jokes and compliment his icing attempts. Yesterday, Megan invited you over to try out some new recipes – employee bonding, she’d called it. 

You’d hesitated, midterm exams looming over your head, but Megan insisted. When you still weren’t convinced, she casually mentioned that Jason would be there. 

“Well,” You wince at her smirk, “I guess I could…bring my backpack over there and study.”

You really are getting a decent amount of studying done – as long as you don’t look over at Jason and study the movement of his toned biceps beneath that white cotton t-shirt as he kneads dough instead of European literature.

You’re working through deciphering a sonnet when Jason comes to hover over your shoulder. He smells like flowers and home and he radiates warmth, so you have to stop yourself from leaning into his space. 

“Petrarch, hm?” 

Trying not to get distracted by you. “Yes. We’re analyzing the poetry of Il Canzoniere.”

There’s a spark in those sapphire eyes that leaves you a little breathless when you glance up at him. 

“I freeze and burn, love is bitter and sweet, my sighs are tempests and my tears are floods, I am in ecstasy and agony, I am possessed by memories of her and I am in exile from myself.”

You’re too awestruck to say anything but it doesn’t matter because a timer beeps from the oven and Jason simply excuses himself to check on a batch of cupcakes after a flawless recitation. 

You look down at the text and turn off the audio of your professor’s recorded lecture, in ecstasy but mostly in agony and wishing you could be in exile from yourself.

Megan notices the red on your face and Jason’s face and she stifles a cackle from the kitchen.

“Megan, this is way too much.” 

“You’re a growing child, Y/N, just eat the damn cupcakes.” 

“Which way do you want me to grow? Are you gonna stuff me in an oven and eat me?” 

“No, that would upset Jason too much.” 

Jason is caught off guard by Megan’s remark and ducks his head as he ties his shoe. You glance at the lanky boy next to you and shake your head, zipping up your jacket. 

Megan tells the two of you to get home safe and sends you off with a hug into the cool evening air. 

Silence hangs comfortably between you and Jason and the jingling keychains on your backpack for a few moments. 

It’s shattered with, “Is it okay if I walk you home?”

You jump a little because his velvety voice echoes off the concrete buildings. 

“I’d love that.” You tell him before you can formulate a milder response. 

It’s more than okay if you walk me home, Jason. It’s more than okay if you hold my hand, ask me on a date, kiss me on the mouth, take my whole heart…

Jason inhales in a deep breath and a rush of adrenaline down your spine because your gut tells you that in his exhale, he might share a piece of his soul. 

“I want to tell you something, Y/N.” 

You look at him. He stares straight ahead. Although his posture his stuff and he grips the bag of baked goods tightly, his expression is soft and vulnerable. 

“You can tell me anything, Blue Jay,” In the lazy light of lampposts, you watch the tip of his ears turn pink. You wonder if this conversation is going in the direction of crime-fighting…or crushes.

“Shit, Y/N, you’re gonna be the death of me,” He breathes, mouth curling into a timid smile. 

You giggle, nudging his side with your elbow. “That’s what you wanted to tell me?” 

“Well, no, but I can’t tell you how much I like you when you spring cute nicknames on me like that!” 

“It just happened! In my head I – wait, what?!” 

He moans into his hands.

The two of you stop walking and he peeks at you from between his fingers, burning deep blue. 

You gently pry his hands away from his face. “Jason,” You croon his name with so much affection and look at him with so much warmth, he wants to melt on the spot; preferably into your welcoming embrace. 

He looks a little miserable when he meets your concerned gaze. “I like you, Y/N. So much. I have liked you for a long time – maybe since the first time we met, when you burned all that bread – and I have no idea what to do about it. All I know is that whenever you smile at me, I can’t decide whether I want to throw myself to the ground or wrap you in my arms and kiss you like there’s no tomorrow.”

“You should do it.” You blurt, nodding almost aggressively. 

“Do what?” Jason asks cautiously, arching an eyebrow and slowly intertwining your fingers. 

“Kiss me. Today. And tomorrow. And the day after that. You can throw yourself to the ground too, if you want, but that might hurt more than kissing. And I have some questions about you, but we can talk in between kissing probably.” 

His bag falls to the ground with a quiet thump and the sound of your heartbeat is so loud, you worry he’ll hear. He places his hands delicately on your cheeks – they’re so large they practically swallow your face – and tilts your head up slightly. 

Your eyes flutter close, listening to his soft breath and rustling leaves and the way he says your name like sugar dusted over fresh pastries. 

Jason’s lips are gentle, a featherlight pressure against the center of your forehead. He kisses your eyelids and down the bridge of your nose, halting at your cupid’s bow to kiss your cheeks and your chin and by the time he hovers over your mouth, your toes are curled tightly in your shoes and butterflies are swarming freely in your abdomen. 

Jason kisses you like butterfly wings and spring rain and cotton candy, all wholesome and light and saccharine. 

“Someone’s gonna call the cops on us if we make out on the sidewalk.” He mutters in a low voice against your mouth. 

“I should call the cops on you. You stole my heart.” 

Jason pulls away to bark out a laugh, deep and musical. He runs a hand through your hair and looks down at you adoringly. “Tell you what: let’s get back to your place and I’ll make it up to you.”

You squint at him. “How?” 

He puckers his lips for a moment, pensive. “Maybe I’ll explain some of my…shoe collection.”

You peck his mouth and tuck yourself against his side. “Deal.”

#jason todd in an apron?? count me IN #i just. love writing soft jason #but really i hope this is alright i haven't been on top of my game lately #jason todd #red hood #jason todd x reader #red hood x reader #jason todd imagine #red hood imagine #dc imagine #batman #young justice #young justice imagine #dick grayson #nightwing #tim drake #red robin #damian wayne #robin #robin imagine #robin x reader #fluff #change #sweet #miss martian

[fictional-loves]

Choice Slashers & random dating things

Bubba

Just being with you is honestly enough for him but also you probably have to explain what a date actually is. Once he knows what you mean by that and that unique romantic gestures are good. He's absolutely given you several human hearts on occasion as a sweet gift (he really means well, please accept them). He grasps the concept the more you explain and he tries even harder to set something up as a surprise for the two of you. It's a warm summer night when he excitedly takes your hand and leads you away to the spot he's set up. There are several old blankets and pillows placed in a nestlike formation for the two of you to cuddle in and look at the star-filled sky. Even though the night sky is beautiful he's more fascinated by you and steals glances of your pretty face (trying shyly not to get caught as if you had no idea he has a crush on you). When he realizes he's been caught and you reciprocate with a peck on the lips, he's stunned (even though you've gone much further with him before that point). He'll let you fall asleep on his soft chest and just stroke through your silky hair just watching over you.

Harry Warden

Yes, he understands the concept of dating but he hasn't found himself very interested in it. Once he realizes he actually wants to court you he is nearly awestruck like he gets why he's so captivated by someone so kind and beautiful. Even though he knows you love him he still has to swallow down the fear you'll reject him. He is actually very sweet and considerate with his sediment for this date (even if he's a tiny bit nervous, he hasn't been on a date in ages). He's holding your hand tightly or even carrying you (if you'll let him) into the mine his headlamp lighting the way. He leads you to a small empty cavern save a table set with faux flameless candles and a dinner for two. He'll, of course, pull out your chair for you and will search your face for approval. It's a very darling scene and you couldn't be happier, he's so glad you like it. You're both smiling and giggling at stories of when you knew he was the one for you or even how your relationship came to be. For this, he obviously takes his mask off and you barely see his face dimly lit by fake candles (you've definitely seen him maskless before then, and feels very comfortable with you).

Thomas

   Sure he knows what dating is but he's never actually dated anyone before. Momma Hewitt has talked about it and how any girl would be so lucky to have such a strong handsome boy like him. That may boost his confidence enough to get him to this point but that doesn't make the fact you love him any less special. It's a warm night and he walks with his arm around you, listening to the cicadas. Just because it's very casual and calm it's still very romantic, you'll most likely stop and stare gaze (it's less planned than Bubba's date). He'll let you sit in his lap and hold you as you point at the constellations, he's absolutely captivated. For the most part, he's paying more attention to you and your speaking than the stars themselves. Wow, he's amazed at how smart and pretty they are, the fact they actually like him is just amazing. Watch out though he is definitely gonna steal as many kisses as he possibly can, making you giggle if you're ticklish too.

Jason

It should go without saying that dating wasn't a topic he was briefed on, honestly, he was taught it's best to avoid. Not that he isn't interested when he first sees you camping, you're just so different (quiet and respectful to the wildlife). You didn't come to party or drink but to indulge in the lack of people and presence of nature. He's sure you've heard of the horror stories and maniac killer he is, so he is very hesitant to show himself. All together he's decided it's his best option to leave you be even though that thought makes his heart hurt. But as fate decides that isn't how this story ends you actually find him (even if you weren't seeking him out). He wasn't wrong you certainly were quiet, so much so you've snuck up on him (that's a first). You politely introduce and seem unfazed by him, which is although surprising it doesn't make him less giddy. Since then you and he have gotten very close, he'll decide he wants to do something special for you though (sure he often brings you jewelry and other gifts but it's he wants to do something). He's lead you into the cabin after you went to keep him company while collecting firewood. In the middle of the den by the fireplace, he's made a large blanket fort. Inside the fort are sweet snacks and the board game Scrabble, (he and his mother used to do this when he was younger). He hopes it can be just as special to you as it is to him and has no questions after you'd nearly tackled him in an attempt to hug and still a kiss on the plastic of his mask. The two of you spend a good portion of the night satisfying your sweet tooth and playing Scrabble (making up words that seemed better than the real ones). At some point, he'll spell out "I love you" with the small wood tiles and wants you to know he really means it, removing his mask so he can give you a proper kiss. Eventually, you'll fall asleep in his arms whispering I love you's and how great tonight was and he too drifts off with a content smile on his face (it'll be the first time in many years he's felt this happy).

Carrie

She knows what dating is but only because of her mother's horrifying explanation of why she never should date because it leads to nothing but trouble. For her to really go out of her way to pursue someone they have to be the kindest and understanding person and she goes about it very shyly. A few times she'll talk herself out of actually interacting with you in fears she'll scare you off or you'll reject her. The two of you finally meet in the library while reaching for the same book and discover you not only have tastes of books in common but much more. Your date first date may even be considered when you first met and spent almost 2 hours just talking to each other. She, however, does want to do something special for you she'll pack a picnic in the park and you'll spend the afternoon enjoying lunch and each others company. The day passes so fast just from being together and you watch the sunset contently holding each other. It's almost unbelievable like the sweetest of dreams that you're here with her and she doesn't want it to end.

#jason voorhees x reader #carrie white #carrie white x reader #bubba sawyer x reader #thomas hewitt x reader #harry warden x reader #my writing #texas chainsaw #leatherface #friday the 13th #Carrie

[scaryscarecrows]

Giggles

Continues 'Close Call'.

Bruce comes to with his ankles bound together and his hands zip-tied to a pipe. His head hurts. Joker is laughing.

No. No, he’s laughing, high-pitched and uncontrollable. What happened? Where is he? Why can’t he stop?

“S’okay, boss, just lemme…”

He remembers, now. He’d found the Arkham Knight. He’d managed, even, to get the drop on him. But. But Joker had taken advantage of the adrenaline, the rage, and. And he’d kept hitting, shattered the helmet, fended off the soldiers behind him.

The last thing Bruce remembers is his hands being locked, inexplicably, around Jason’s throat (impossible, another hallucination), before taking something heavy to the back of the head and going down.

The Knight’s still flat on his back, but he must not be dead, because the medic’s crouched next to him, asking soft questions that don’t seem to be getting answers. Or at least, not verbal answers. The others have positioned themselves between him and Bruce, but they seem rattled.

Stop laughing!

The Knight’s not dead; he suddenly sucks in a pained breath and the medic murmurs, “Sorry, sir, I gotta make sure…just be still for me, okay?”

There’s no answer.

“I say we shoot him and call it good,” one of them, a man with big coke-bottle glasses, says.

“Nah-uh.” He remembers that voice from the roof. “Not unless we get orders.”

“But that’s fuckin’ creepy, man, you know it is!”

“What do you want me to do, ask him nicely to shut up?” A pause, followed by a tired, “No, you can’t ram a pen through his trachea.”

“I could hit him again,” the minigunner offers. Bruce wouldn’t begrudge him. He doesn’t like this, either.

“I still say we kill him.” Glasses inches a little further away and lowers his voice. Not that that stops the cowl from picking it up. “Look, do you think the boss is gonna be up to telling us anything? Because I don’t.”

“Five minutes, then we knock him out—” He’s interrupted by a croak from the ground. “Sir? You, uh, you okay?”

“Can we kill the Bat?”

“I’ll kill all of you if you don’t shut your faces,” the medic snaps. Then, a tiny bit nicer, “Good God. Okay.” He exhales angrily. “You’re probably fine, boss, but maybe don’t play in deadly chemicals for a few weeks-or get up, you stupid fucking—”

Nobody’s backing him up, though. They just move a bit and Secondary Leader leans down with an arm outstretched to pull him to his feet.

“You okay, boss?”

He’s unsteady, nearly toppling, when he pulls away and stumbles towards the wall to slump against the bricks. But he nods all the same and rasps, “How long has he been laughing?”

Bruce’s whole world comes to a screaming stop before he’s yanked back into reality. Jason can’t be here, he reasons, trying desperately to shut up. This is another Scarecrow nightmare, or a vision caused by the infection. Any second, the illusion will shatter, or he’ll be forced to watch him die-again-helpless to do anything.

Any second now.

The laughter is starting to wane, letting him get a few deep breaths into his aching lungs. Secondary Leader steps closer, hands twitching like he’s preparing to catch his employer if he goes down.

“He started after he, um. Broke your, uh, your helmet. And Trent stunned him, but I guess it wasn’t enough because he started again about five minutes ago.” He takes a hesitant step towards Bruce. “What now, sir?”

Why isn’t this stopping? Jason-the Knight, the Knight is not Jason, Jay’s dead-runs a hand through his hair, pushing sweaty bangs off his face, and rasps, “Stay back.”

His voice is hoarse and Bruce can still feel his throat crushing easily under his palms. He could have killed him. He would have, if it hadn’t been for that lucky hit.

“What the hell’s wrong with him?” the other man is asking, head tilted like that’ll help him figure it out. The Knight shrugs, pushes himself away from the wall, and steps closer. Gone is the cocky swagger he had earlier this evening-now he just looks like it’s a fight to stay upright.

“S’matter, B?” he asks, and this is it, it’s going to stop now. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

As supremely unrelated as it is, watch the other man roll his eyes and mouth, ‘stay back’ is oddly funny. Bruce can almost hear the angry, mocking, tone he must be using in his head. Unfortunately, his distraction (attempt to avoid the oncoming emotional pain) results in the Knight grabbing his chin in a gloved hand and hissing, “You could at least have the decency to look at me.”

And he does. He’d always wondered, morbidly, how Jason would have grown up. Apparently, his brain had settled on ‘tall, finally grew into his shoulders, freckles nearly faded but not all the way’. Unfortunately, his brain had also factored in everything that Joker had done; the brand is the most visible reminder, but there’s a scar that coincides with a deep, infection-red gash on his nose and several smaller ones on the rest of his face.

But this isn’t real. It can’t be. And oh, if that doesn’t hurt, doesn’t bring back the shock and horror and no no please God no take me instead…

He jerks his head away. The Knight frowns, the movement pulling at scars, and for a second Bruce…slips, forgets, thinks of how any sort of facial movement must have hurt while those were healing.

“Lost for words? I expected more.” He snorts, drops his hand. “I’m hurt.”

No. He’s not here. This is impossible. He struggles against the zip ties and the Knight steps back. Behind him, his men tense. They’re on high alert as it is, and Bruce knows that one wrong move on his part will result in an inescapable barrage of gunfire.

He stops. Wills the Knight to become…whoever he is, under that helmet, rather than the ghost of his dead son.

“Say something!”

Everything is very, very vivid. He can hear his heart pounding, his breaths rushing in and out of his nose. The creaking of the building above them. Shifting of clothing. His vision is strong-it’s easy to make out the fine details on their uniforms, and to pick out the still-flickering remains of the shattered helmet in the corner. It smells damp down here, a fact quickly explained by the heavy pipes on the ceiling.

The other incidents weren’t like this.

But this isn’t…Jason wouldn’t…he’d have come home. Or at least not…not amassed an army to destroy Gotham, or teamed up with Scarecrow, or…

“Who do you hate?”

“Batman.”

“Jason?” he breathes, regrets it immediately because this isn’t possible. The Knight’s lips quirk up in a bitter smile.

“Look at that, you remember me,” he says. “I had to wonder. I mean, you replaced me within in what, a week? Two? That’s harsh, even by my standards.”

The Joker begins to laugh. Thankfully, it’s internal this time, meaning Bruce can mostly ignore him.

“I thought you were dead.” Knows he is, he can’t be here, it’s impossible…

“Sorry to disappoint.” Jason (Jason? How…?) leans against the wall in a way that would be casual if Bruce couldn’t see him trembling, couldn’t hear him trying to keep his breathing even. “Don’t worry, I don’t want my old room back or anything.”

If he could just. Just touch him, maybe. It’s one thing when hallucinations touch you. When you can touch them, they’re real.

“Jason,” he says again, voice just this side of desperate. “I—”

“Don’t start with the excuses.”

“They’re not—”

He’s interrupted by Jason starting to cough, harsh, deep whoops from down in his lungs that prompt the medic to shove the others out of the way to get to him.

“Shut your mouth,” the man warns, jabbing a finger at Bruce, “if you know what’s good for you.”

Bruce does shut his mouth, but only because he doesn’t know what to say. He’d dreamed, of course, for something like this (though maybe not in these circumstances…), but he’d known it wasn’t possible.

And yet, here they are. Maybe. He hates to hope.

He can’t tear his eyes away, either. Jason’s slumped forward, audibly gasping for breath and pressing a hand to his chest. God, he nearly killed him, wouldn’t have known until it was too late…

Joker sits down next to him and turns that wide, wide smile in his direction.

“So close, eh? Oh, well, worth a shot.”

He bites back on a rebuttal, but only barely, and not quite enough-the minigunner frowns at him, clearly puzzled. Joker claps his hands and rocks back and forth.

“Ohhh, it would have just given me that last foothold I need, Bats! You know it, I know it…oh, come on, let me have a turn! It’s been so looooong since wee Todders and I got to just talk.”

Bruce will sooner slice his own throat open than allow that to happen. Or, given his current situation, goad the militia into shooting him.

“—oxygen,” the medic’s murmuring. “Worked for some of the others.”

“Not now.”

“He’s not going anywhere—”

“Not. Now.” He harrumphs once more, jaw tense. “Soon.”

“Fine. Make this quick.”

The man steps away. Jason shoves himself upright and just like that, nothing’s wrong with him.

“If I felt poetic,” he says, “I’d leave you down here. Turnabout’s fair play and all.” What did that bastard do to you, Jay-bird? “But I’m not—”

Things go very fuzzy, and he’s suddenly confined behind his eyes, just watching as his face grins without permission. Jason freezes, lets himself be pulled a few steps back by the minigunner.

Don’t you dare! he screams, rattling the iron bars between him and control of his own body. Joker tilts his head as far to the right as it will go, and Bruce doesn’t have to see himself to know that the sight is horrifying just by how unnatural it is. Batman doesn’t…do this.

“Boss,” Secondary Leader says carefully, hands tightening around his rifle, “you wouldn’t, ah, have any idea what’s wrong with him, would you?”

Probably not. But if the smile looks as familiar as it feels…

Jason’s pale, visibly rattled, and Bruce feels his cheeks start to hurt as the smile broadens.

“Could be complications from that knock to the head,” the medic says, when Jason doesn’t answer. “And fear toxin. That probably isn’t helping.”

“On the contrary,” Joker says, raspier than Bruce is sure he’d like, given that he’s fighting this hijacking of his voice with all he’s got, “it’s the best thing that’s happened to me all NIGHT!”

“Knock him out again,” Secondary Leader says hastily. Bruce considers this a solid plan.

“Come closer,” Joker continues, despite Bruce’s increasingly desperate attempts to shut him up. “It’s been a long time!”

Jason looks like he’s going to be sick. Joker lunges forward as far as the zip-ties will allow and the minigunner yanks him back behind them with a spooked, “The hell is going on?”

“I don’t know—”

“Fucking creepy—”

“Sir? What do we do?”

Jason doesn’t answer. Bruce isn’t sure that he’s even blinked. Joker starts to laugh again, twisting his hands in the ties, and that gets a response-a storming across the room to draw his sidearm and press it to (Bruce’s? Joker’s?) forehead.

“Stop laughing!” His voice catches in his throat. Joker only laughs harder. “Stop fucking laughing!”

From here, Bruce can see the desperation in his eyes, the blank, all-encompassing terror. And that’s enough for him to wrest back control, to stop, and murmur, “I’m so sorry, Jason.”

“No.” The hand holding the gun shakes. “N-no, no you’re not, you fucking left me with him, you replaced me—”

“That’s not what happened.” His head hurts. He does not care. His son is alive. “I promise it’s not—”

“I’m not stupid! He sh-showed me pictures, news articles, and you didn’t come! You said you’d always come and get me and you didn’t!”

The room is so quiet, you could hear a pin drop. For once, even Joker is silent. Bruce bows his head as much as the gun will let him and breathes, “I’m so sorry, Jay.”

The gun lowers, and then Jason’s on his knees in front of him, doing that careful deep breathing he always did when he was trying not to cry. Soldiers or no soldiers, Bruce, for once, curses the cowl. His son needs his father, not the Batman.

“Then what the hell is wrong with you?”

That. That is a little too complicated to go into right now.

“It doesn’t matter,” he says gently. He can’t help it. This particular Tone always worked on Jason before. “What matters is that you’re alive, and I never thought…if I’d had any idea that you…”

“That’s not an answer.”

“I can’t give you the one you want.”

Jason swallows and ducks his head, but he’s not quick enough to hide the shine in his eyes. Next to him, Joker begins to giggle again.

“Do you want to tell him, or shall I?”

Nobody needs to tell him, as it turns out. Jason lifts his head back up and whispers, “You’re like the others, the ones Harley wanted. Aren’t you.”

Despite what the papers liked to imply, Jay was never an idiot. Right now, though, Bruce wishes, just a little, that he wasn’t quite so quick on the uptake.

“Yes.”

He doesn’t get an answer. Jason just pushes himself to his feet, face carefully blank, and says, “We’re leaving.”

“Sir?”

“You heard me.”

Bruce thinks, for a second, that they won’t listen. But they do, with only a few curious glances in his direction.

“What about him?”

“Later.” Later. What’s that supposed to mean. “Scarecrow and I need to talk.”

That’s bad.

“What are you doing?” He pulls at the restraints, trying to swallow a sudden influx of anger. The minigunner turns around. Jason doesn’t.

“You’re a menace,” he says. “You’re out of control. Someone’ll be back for you.”

“I’m handling this—”

That gets him to turn around, him and the others. He gestures at the darkening bruises on his throat and snaps, “This is handling it, uh-huh. Face it, old man, you would have killed me if you hadn’t taken that brick to the head.” He coughs and holds up a hand against the encroaching medic. “You’re staying down here. Lemme guess, the new baby bird tried locking you in a containment cell earlier already?”

He wouldn’t. Would he? Bruce doesn’t know.

“If you’ve—”

“He’s fine. I left him there. Keeps him outta the way.” He grins, bitter and angry. “Threw him a thing of mace, though. Leaving your bird all locked up with no defenses? Not smart.”

“Untie me.”

“No. And before you get any ideas, Rogers here shut your coms down.” He jabs a thumb at Coke Bottle Glasses. “You’re not getting out of here until I say.” He jerks his head at a tunnel. “We’re leaving. I want that APC pulled off the radar when we get there.”

“Yessir.”

Bruce wants. He doesn’t know. To scream at them, to demand that someone untie him, to tell Jason he’s so, so glad he’s alive, to…something. But all that comes out of his mouth is a peal of laughter that keeps coming long after they’re gone.

THE END

#Arkham Knight #Jason Todd #The Arkham Knight's Militia #Antoine Drouot #Batman #Bruce Wayne #Joker #Mad Clown Disease #canon divergence #Bruce is not okay #identity reveal #Jason's not okay either #literally nobody is okay

[shalebridge-cradle]

Movie Night

(I had an idea. It’s not terribly original in the transformative work field, but I decided to write it down anyway.)

The TV had returned to static. The tape had run its course. Four people were still in shock at what they had seen.

Well, that wasn’t entirely true. Three people were in shock. Heather McNamara was busy scribbling away in her history notebook. When she finished, she chewed on the end of her pen before speaking.

“Okay. I think we’ve learned a lot from that.”

The trance was broken. Duke whipped her head around to face Veronica.

“Where did you get that?”

“The video store,” Veronica replied, defensive. “You were there with me when I paid for it.”

“Did you replace the tape when I wasn’t looking?!”

“I didn’t open the case! The box said Pretty in Pink, I thought it was Pretty in Pink!”

“Well, if you didn’t have such shitty taste in romantic comedies, we wouldn’t have picked it up!”

Chandler didn’t interrupt their bickering. There was no infernal intervention, no cries of ‘shut up, Heather’. In fact, Chandler hadn’t moved a muscle in the past forty minutes, sitting ramrod-straight on the edge of McNamara’s bed.

“I don’t think it was Veronica’s fault,” McNamara interjected, and shrunk under Duke’s gaze just for a moment, before she found her courage, “I mean, that tape couldn’t have been real. It was you in there. And me, and Heather, and everyone.”

“I don’t know what it is. I don’t know where it came from,” Veronica repeated helplessly. McNamara cleared her throat.

“What is important is we can keep it from happening.” She flipped over a page in her notebook, and looked up for Chandler’s approval. When no reaction came, McNamara began reading. “Number One: No-one is to talk to Jason Dean. If he shows up at Westerburg, I mean.”

“That’s fair,” Duke grumbled. Veronica was still sick to her stomach at the thought of him, and herself. She just... went along with it. How stupidly in love did she have to be to believe there were such things as ‘Ich Luge’ bullets? That she didn’t immediately pour out the drain cleaner? She wouldn’t do that, she told herself, only half-convinced. She was a good person. He...

No. He definitely wasn’t. Did he even remember her name?

“Number two:” McNamara looked pointedly at Duke, “No turning on each other.”

“Is this about the red?” Duke groaned, “I only did what Heather would have done. It’s not-”

“Oh, really?” McNamara’s voice was clipped, almost cold. Very unlike her. “Heather kept your bulimia under wraps for the longest time. What makes you think she wouldn’t have kept that phone call to herself?”

“And you didn’t hear all the bullshit she said about me?! All the comments, the verbal torture! I meant what I said at her funeral! The world is better off without her!”

“So you became her?!”

“Uh, guys?” Veronica cautiously interrupted, and winced at the glares she received, “She’s right there. Stop talking about her in past tense.”

She jerked a thumb upwards to the bed. In all honesty, Chandler might as well have not been around. A statue, rather than a living, breathing person. Of course, she was always more of an idea than a human being.

But she was still living. That was the important thing, Veronica reminded herself. The two lesser Heathers still cowered once they remembered her presence, Duke turning grey at the realization, and McNamara returned to her list after a mumbled apology.

“Number three: No pranks. Of any sort. I think that goes without saying. Number four: No dates unless approved by committee.”

“Is this about JD again?” Veronica asked, but it clicked as soon as McNamara locked eyes with her. Ram and Kurt. She saw it in the background, after the funeral. It had not been a good night for her. “Okay, yeah, I understand.”

“I’m using your shower,” Duke announced suddenly, and no-one stopped her from leaving. Who knew if she was actually going to use it. She might be skipping town, for all Veronica knew.

McNamara closed her notebook and threw it over her shoulder, nearly knocking over Tweety’s bird cage in the process. “Here’s what I’m thinking. I go out and buy another copy of Pretty in Pink. We replace the tape with that one, take it back to the rental store with no-one the wiser, and run this one over with a car.”

“A solid plan.”

McNamara grinned, grabbed the tape from the VCR and rushed out the door.

“Wait, no, it’s 9 P.M…!” Veronica’s voice fell on deaf ears.

Fuck. Now she was alone with Chandler. A murderer alone with her victim, or maybe the other way around, depending on how Chandler reacted. Oh-kay. Approach carefully, Sawyer.  

She sat down on the edge of the bed next to Heather – not too close, her neck just out of reach of Heather’s hands – and tried to catch Chandler’s eye. Unsurprisingly, that failed.

Well, Veronica might as well come out and say it. Rip of the metaphorical bandage. “Look, I am sorry I accidentally brought you drain cleaner. And I’m sorry for puking all over the carpet, and for squandering the opportunity you gave me. I’m sorry I poisoned you.”

“It’s fine.”

Veronica spent the next few seconds in silence.

“No. No, murder is definitely not fine. You should not be okay with this.” Chandler set her jaw. “Heather?”

Well shit. What did one do in this situation? Here was Veronica, apologizing for what had to be a shared hallucination on their part, one that had ended in four deaths and a narrowly averted bomb plot, and here was Chandler, saying that it was completely okay for Veronica to end her life.

Then Veronica remembered the Remington party. Not what Chandler was said to her, the threat that triggered everything, but what she had done before that. When Heather had regarded her reflection, no-one around to judge her actions, and gave herself that look she normally reserved for the lowest of the low.

Veronica took a deep, shuddering breath. “I don’t expect you to talk about it. Not if you don’t want to. Just… lay off the casual cruelty for a little bit. Okay?”

Heather nodded absentmindedly, and Veronica wasn’t entirely sure if she’d heard her.

Not until she scooted closer and laid her head on Veronica’s shoulder.

“You didn’t mind when Heather did it,” Chandler justified, a little petulant. It was good to know she wasn’t completely gone.

Veronica needed no explanation. She just smiled, and gently rubbed Heather’s back.

“You like spaghetti, do you?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Boring.” Heather paused. “I’ll have to get someone to make it for you.”

“You won’t make it for me? No shoving my face into it?”

“It wasn’t totally accurate. I wouldn’t be caught dead in that creepy goth outfit.”

Veronica stifled a giggle.

That movie, that vision of things yet to come, could be accurate. Could being the key word. When McNamara came back, if Duke came back, that potential future would be crushed into tiny pieces under the wheel of Chandler’s Porsche.

It could be accurate.

It wouldn’t be.

#the cradle will write #heathers

[poison-basil]

Part 2: Not My Scene

Summary -  She hated these things, and she certainly hated the dresses.

Wayne Galas are the worst, there was no doubt about it. Temperance’s parents always made her speak to businessmen who talked down to her. She had to wear god awful frumpy dresses that made it hard to move. Why couldn’t she just stay home? That's where they left her most of the time anyway.

The only thing that made these parties bearable was when Dick was around to make lame jokes, and talk to her like she was an actual human being. Though he was coming back to Gotham less and less these days, so she usually had to suffer through this with alone, though now that Mr Wayne had a new ward, Jason Todd - Current Robin, there was at least something to do, even if it was just watching him being introduced to Gotham's high society

Watching as Jason grumpily folded his arms and grumble whenever anyone directed a question to him was the highlight to Temperance’s evening. Which is pretty sad honestly. She watched as he tried time and time again to leave Mr Wayne’s side, only to be pulled back in by a tug on his elbow.

She giggled quietly at the sigh of defeat that left Jason. Though she felt bad for him, Temperance was glad that she wasn’t the only one miserable with being here.

Her mother suddenly put a hand on her shoulder and pushed her forward while pulling Jack behind her, to her dread and joy, they were approaching Mr Wayne and his ward. Jason noticed their approach first and Temperance gave him a weak smile. Why did her parents do this to her?

“Bruce! How good to see you!” Her mother tittered over her head, bringing Mr Wayne’s attention to them. “I see you have brought Jason with you tonight, what a pleasant surprise!”

Looking up to her mother’s face, she could see Janet’s eyes looking straight at Jason. Whats mother planning? Turning back to Mr Wayne, Temperance could see a small frown on his face. “Good evening Mr Wayne, Jason.” She greeted, and got a nod from Jason, while Mr Wayne smiled down at her.

“Miss Drake! It’s so good to see you!” His smile seeming less strained now, than it has since she first caught sight of him entering the Gala. “You been well?”

Temperance smiles at him, he is the only adult in here who has shown genuine interest in her. “Yes sir.” Oh god, Batman is talking to me!

“Why don’t you and Jason go off, while I talk to your mom and dad.” Mr Wayne gestures to the tables of food, and smiles at her parents. “We have some business we need to talk about!” He laughs, Jack nods his head in agreement, joining Mr Wayne with his laughter.

Janet narrows her eyes at her “Be careful Temperance.” Do not embarrass me.Temperance nods to her mother, looks to Jason grabbing his arm and pulling. Anything to get away from her mother’s prying eyes.

“So you're the girl Dick gushes about whenever he comes back from these things…” Is the first thing Jason says to her. Her cheeks flush red knowing that Dick talks about her with other people. What does he say about me?

“So you’re the little brother Dick’s always calling a pain in his ass?” She sasses back, Temperance sees joy spread across his face, like he enjoys the fact that she just insulted him.

Jason’s grin grows. “Oh god, you’re a little smart ass aren’t you?” His eyes are glittering with mirth, and he brings up a hand to cover his mouth.

She narrows her eyes at him and lifts her chin, trying to make herself look a little taller, a mini Janet. “I don’t know what you are talking about.”

They both look at each other, trying to keep straight faces, and burst out laughing, quickly quieting down so that they don’t grab any unwanted attention. Getting closer to the food, they both grab plates, and get some of the food on offer all the while jostling each other and jabbing elbows into sides.

Going over to an unoccupied corner of the room, they set themselves up, both of them leaning up against a wall. “Urgh, I hate this dress.” Temperance mutters to herself, as she tries to adjust the shoulder straps so it’s even slightly more comfortable. Impossible.

Jason looks her over and feel bad for her, she does not look comfortable in her dress at all, like a doll dressed against their will. “You look good though?” He tries and winces when the look he receives is nothing but detest.

“Was that a question?” She grumbles, pulling at the dress skirt. “I know it’s ugly, but what am I to say to fashion and my mother?” She shoves some food into her mouth and is surprised at just how good it tastes.

She sees Jason sigh and leans off the wall a little. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to bite your head off… I just really hate dresses.” Temperance offers a smile to him. “One day Jason, I shall say no to my mother and her dresses.” She gives a little stomp with her shoe.

“It’s alright.” Jason says after taking a bite from his selection. “I mean, I don’t wanna be here either, these penguin suits make me feel all sorts of awkward.” He tugs at his collar. “So we have each other at least.” Jason checks looks to his watch and adds. “Dick should be here soon, so at least there will be someone else suffering with us.”

Temperance takes in the information. Tonight? He’s going to be here tonight? Jason sees the little smile on her face and Temperance starts looking towards the entrance. “Dick’s coming?” She tries for casual, but the smirk on Jason’s face says it was anything but.

“Yeah… why, you wanna see him?” He wiggles his eyebrows at her, her face flushes and she looks away. “Wait, seriously?” He looks a bit shocked that he hit the nail on the head. “You like him?” Jason just cannot help himself. “But he is such a tool.”

Putting the plate in her hand on the table next to them, folding her arms protectively across her chest. “You can’t help who you like…” Temperance mumbles, looking everywhere but Jason’s face.

Jason gently places his hand on her shoulder. “Temperance, you know…” Jason looks to the side and then quickly back at her. “You know that Dick’s got a girlfriend right?”

Temperance looks at Jason as though he is the dumbest person in the world. How could she not know? She smiles and pulls his hand off her shoulder. “One, don’t call me Temperance it reminds me of my mother, Two, of course I know that Dick has a girlfriend, it’s the commissioner's daughter right?”

He looks shocked that she knows, and Temperance just rolls her eyes. Did he not know? “Jason, it’s common knowledge to know who the Wayne wards are dating.”

Jason rears back. “Really?” Temperance thinks he looks repulsed by the idea, but she just nods, and looks down at her dress. Why is it so pink?

She leans towards him and whispers. “Why do you think I am dressed like this? It’s to impress you, though no one in there right mind would be, my Mother is trying to set us up.” Jason looks like he is about to throw up. Temperance does not take it to heart. The idea of someone trying to orchestrate his love life makes him feel uncomfortable.

Suddenly the noise level of the gala goes up, both Jason and Temperance look to see what's going on. At the entrance stood Dick Grayson in his perfectly pressed black three piece suit. His hair is pulled back into a low pony tail, and hanging off his arm was one Barbara Gordon, in a purple dress with a long slit down the side. She’s beautiful.

“They look good.” Temperance murmurs.Jason looks away from Dick and Barbra and down to Temperance.

“Yeah they do…” Jason pushes his hair out of his face. He doesn’t know what to do in this type of situation.

Suddenly Temperance pushes herself behind Jason’s back squeaking out “Oh crap, hide me.” Jason looks to see who she would be hiding from and sees Dick making a beeline for them from across the room. A giant smile on his face moving like water between all the people occupying the floor.

As soon as Dick is within range, he reaches out and grabs Jason in a hug, squeezing him tight and rubbing his cheek against his head. “Jay, so good to see you!” Dick lets go when Jason starts pushing at his chest.

“Good to see you too Dick.“ Jason straightens out his suit, pulling at the cuffs. Turning his head to look at Temperance, Jason sees the redness on her cheeks and moves so he can put his arm around her neck. “You already know Tee, right?”

Dick looks back and forth between them. “Tee?” Both Dick and Temperance ask. Dick looks bewildered and Temperance looks slightly disgusted by the name.

Jason has a smug look on his face when he looks to Dick. “Tee here told me not to call her Temperance, I think Tee fits, short and cute, just like her” Temperance jabs her elbow into his side sharply “Ouch! What the heck!?” Temperance’s face is nothing if not unforgiving, she sticks her tongue out at him.

“Hey Dick.” Temperance gives him a warm and welcoming smile. “Good to see you back in Gotham.” She tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

Dick looks her over and notices the dress that's wearing. So pink. “You look beautiful Temp and glad to be back.” Dick leans in to take her hand and kisses the back of her hand, she yanks it back quickly and puts it behind her back.

Jason moves slightly between them, creating a buffer. “Where’s your girlfriend Dick?” His sharp tone making Dick confused.

Just as Dick was about to answer, a hand is placed on his shoulder slightly turning him. He smiles brightly when he sees Barbara. “Speak of the devil.” Dick presses a kiss to her cheek and turns back to Jason and Temperance. “She’s right here.” He announces cheekily.

Barbara looks at the the two Dicks been talking with. “Jason, it’s good to see you, didn’t think I would see at one of these.” Jason just frowns and Barbara linking her arms with Dick she carries on. “Who’s this?” Barbara says looking between Jason and Temperance.

Dick jumps in before Jason can answer. “That’s Temp! I’ve told you about her. She’s the little girl I met at the circus, she’s like a little sister to me!” The proud look on his face does not help the crushing feeling in her chest. Fuck.

Temperance forces a smile onto her face, straightening up and pulling away from the group. “Yep, thats me. Good to see you again Dick.” She nods towards him. “Jason, Barbara, it was very nice you meet you both.” She gives a small wave as she turns from them the skirts of her dress ruffling about her legs.

Jason gives her a worried look. “Sure, see you Tee.” He smirks when Temperance looks back and frowns at the nickname. “It was real good to meet you.” He winks at her and laughs at the blush he created.

Barbra just waves and links her fingers with Dick’s making it impossible for him to move and stop Temperance from leaving. He’s staring at her back as she leaves, seeing the slump in her shoulders and wondering what went wrong.

Temperance hears Dick ask, “Is she ok?” She is too far away to hear what he says, but she just wants to get out of here.

Making her way back to her mother's side, any happiness she had towards meeting the new robin had quickly vanished. Not concentrating on where she is going Temperance nearly crashes into someone. Looking up to apologise, she sees Alfred Pennyworth. “Sorry.” She says quickly.

“Are you quite alright Miss Drake?” He asks, placing a kind, warm hand on her shoulder. He’s giving her a worried look.

She smiles at him. “Sorry Mr Pennyworth. I wasn’t looking where I was going, sorry.” Temperance pulls away and moves forward once again. Upon seeing her Mother and Father talking she silently takes her spot at their side.

She glances at the small group in the corner, seeing them laughing and smiling together and immediately just wants to leave this party as soon as possible. By the look on her mother's face it won't be long before they are out of here. There was only so much her mother could take being around people.

She still feels crushed,she squeezes her eyes shut. Introduced by the person you like as a little sister, she was an idiot, she always got her hopes up. She knew there was no way anything was going to happen. Dick’s nice to everyone, borderline flirty even. But to him she’s just the little girl who happens to live next door.

She thought that there was no helping it though, who didn’t want a part of Richard Grayson. Robin, now Nightwing, currently going out with Batgirl. It made sense that he would want to go out with someone from the caped crowd. Barbara was also older, more mature and beautiful. Why wouldn’t Dick fall for that?

Temperance is so absorbed by her thoughts she jumps when her father calls her name. He raises an eyebrow at her. “Come along Temperance, we are leaving, your Mother and I have an early flight tomorrow.” Jack starts walking with Janet’s hand on his arm.

She is following behind quietly as her parents are giving their goodbyes and make there way to the exit. Finally they were going to leave and she could get out of this ugly, uncomfortable dress.

That night as she was lying in bed, Temperance makes herself a promise to herself, no more dresses, ever again, no matter what her mother says. With nothing to do Temperance thought of the new Robin and how she thought they could be possible friends. How perfect Dick and Barbra looked together. God I am freaking hopeless. Closing her eyes, she tries to think of something different.

Temperance wakes up in the morning after having had a restless sleep. Blearily she heads downstairs and into the kitchen. She finds a note on the table from her mother. ‘Gone on the dig with your father, back in a few weeks, Mrs Mac will be there this evening.’

Though she felt a bit bad at not seeing her parents for a while. She excitedly plans for going out in the evening, and participating in her favourite hobby Bird Watching.

#temperance's temptations #Female Tim Drake #TimDick

[flyinghetfield]

Ahhhh Chapter 4 is finally done! Sorry it took so long! ENJOY!

“Alright everyone it's time for your 15 minute break.” You hear Kamens voice echo through the headsets. Stretching you look over to see Eric walking past and see him motion towards the back stage doors. Shaking your head you motion drinking water and see him throw a thumbs up, watching him leave. Looking down at your violin in your hands, you start to fiddle with the strings and re tune them since the past hour they had been played to some extremes. ”What the hell is going on? Why is everyone leaving?” Glancing up, Lars, now in a fluffly purple robe, wanders over towards you and plonks down in the seat next to you. “We were just starting to get into a zone and everyone’s left us.” Looking around you notice you were the only person still on the stage besides the band and a few of the stage crew. ”It’s apart of the Union. They have allocated breaks.” Sighing you put down your violin “Better to let them have what they want or they can get quite nasty.” ”It’s spooky, everyone heads off towards the bowel of the arena never to be seen again!” Kirk who was a few rows away turns to you two, mimicking a vampire and puts his fingers up and wiggles them. Giggling you shake your head. ”Why don’t we have a union like that?” James throws the towel he was using to wipe his face around his shoulders and walks over, grabbing one of the chairs and turns it so he’s sitting in front of Lars and yourself. Your suddenly very aware of the fact that both the founding members of Metallica are in arm length of you and you admire the one curl appearing at the front of James’s forehead as he runs his fingers through it. ”Well Y/N, I’m joining yours.” Lars grins at you. ”Y/N?” You see a look of recognition cross James’s face and he lets out a sly smile. “Ahhh…The chick who can apparently play fast, even faster than myself, according to Lars.” Feeling your face grow hotter, you shift and poke Lars’s in the arm. “You actually mentioned it to him?” You didn’t anticipate your voice to be so high. ”Hey told you it sounded like a challenge. Don’t shoot me, I’m only the messenger” Lars puts his hands up and laughs. You glance back at James who’s grin has only gotten bigger and sigh. ”Anyone ever tell you guys that you’re a pain in butt.” Mumbling under your breath you hear James laugh and nod. ”All the time, especially him.” He points towards Lars who was now fiddling on his phone, not paying any mind to what you both had just said. Rolling your eyes, you shake your head at James with a slight smile. While the three of you sit there, you can’t help but squirm a little as James blue eyes stay glued to your face, swearing that you see a small glint of mischief appear he keeps staring at you and you trying to glance everywhere but at him. Too quickly a smile appears on your face in relief as you spot Jason wandering over.

 “You know I was super cautious about telling people about this whole thing.” Jason now standing to the side of James, has his arms cross over his chest and he looks around at all the equipment sitting around. “But I think we have something pretty awesome on our hands here.” His eyes land on you, he smiles and you can’t help but grin back. ”It’s going to be amazing. I’m still trying to wrap my head around the fact that I’m on the same stage as you guys while you play.” You can’t help the excitement in your voice.

“Here’s hoping, I’m very interested to see how our fans react to it all.” Lars putting his phone into one of the fluffy pockets on his robe, suddenly shifts more towards you. “So Y/N, don’t think the conversation we had in the kitchen went unnoticed” Confused, you wait for Lars to continue. “You’re a Metallica fan.” You blush when you see James’s eyebrow raise and you quickly look down at the violin in your lap. Damn, thought he would of wouldn’t bring that up.

“Y…Yeah, I err.. had a crush on a guy back in Senior year who use to be in my music class and a way to try and get to know him better, I had asked him what type of music he was into.” Glancing up you make eye contact with James and shyly smile. “He handed me a cassette tape of Master of puppets and I was a goner the moment I heard Battery.” ”Good choice.” James smiles at you, your lungs suddenly stop working for a moment. Coughing, you quickly recover. ”Is that how girls try to get into guys pants nowadays? Listen to the same type of music?” Lars leans forward wiggling his eyebrows and smiles at you. You let out a small laugh, then stop, remembering something and start to laugh harder. ”We did end up going out for a few months actually.” Jason lets out a laugh and you see both Lars’s and James’s eyes expand slightly. ”So, in a way, we got you laid then?” You can hear the laughter in James’s voice and blush, biting the inside of your lip. If only you knew, As you thought to all the nights spent in bed with partners with the soundtrack of Metallica filling the humid air. Feeling just a bit too warm for comfort since James was still looking in your direction, you take off the jumper you had decided to wear for the day and out of the corner of your eye, notice James glance down as your stomach as your T-shirt follows. Chucking it to the side, James glances behind you and you can hear the shuffling of someone walking behind you. ”You teasing my girl?” Pulling your head directly up, you squint directly up Eric’s nose, reminding yourself to tell him to pluck his nose hairs later and grab the bottle of water he’s offering to you over your shoulder. Eric then casually sits down on the other side of you as you take a nice long drink. ”My girl?” Lars slightly taken back glances between the both of you. “You two going out?” ”In her dreams.” You snort, shaking your head. “Nah, I’m not good enough for her. First time I crashed at hers, I tried to hit on her and she blew me off and made me sleep on the couch for the rest of the night.” ”Wait what? You were drunk off your ass and I wasn’t going to let you sleep in my bed! And it was a good thing I didn’t, since you ended up throwing up later in Zorro’s liter box” You look at Eric surprised, you didn’t know he had hit on you when had dragged him home on the first night from meeting at the bar and remember vividly him apologizing over and over again the next morning as you carried at squishy, crunchy sounding rubbish bag down stairs into the bin. ”That’s beside the point, it would of been the perfect time to take advantage, I wouldn’t of said no” Lars and James start to laugh and you shake your head at the idea.

“Don’t encourage him.” You glare at Lars and James and almost break out laughing when they quickly shut up. “Good.” Eric lets out a laugh at the sight of the mighty metal heads going quiet. “Oh.” Eric standing once again and looks over towards Lars. “Kamen told me to grab you, he wants to see you about some of the arrangements.” Lars sighs and stands.

“Better go get this worked out.” He nods at Eric. “Lead the way before I get lost in the bowls of this place.” You watch as both men walk off towards the back and then proceed to stretch once again, closing your eyes as you let out a long yawn. When you reopen them your surprised to see Jason had disappeared and James was now holding your violin that was sitting at your feet 5 seconds ago. You go to say something to get it back but then stop when he leans his jawline against it and sets it on his shoulder, slightly plucking at the strings; listening to the tune of the cords. The sight of him with your violin next to his face is a magical sight to behold and you make sure to save that in your memory bank.

“How long have you been playing for?” His eyes now on you and you glance down at your nails, picking at the nail polish that had been there for a few weeks now. ”Since I was 16. My dad use to play Violin for a living, so I guess I had a natural talent for it.” You see him nodding slightly and he continues to play with different cords, zoning you out.

It’s at this moment that it dawns on you that your alone with the front man. You glance around the room to see if you can spot Kirk and Jason but they must have had wandered off. Swallowing hard you can feel your mouth suddenly becoming dry, you grab your water bottle and take a gulp. Calm down. He won’t bite. I mean, I wouldn’t mind if he did bite…. You sigh and take another sip. James glances up at you with a eyebrow raised slightly.

”Something on your mind?” Almost choking on your water, you shake your head and see him slightly confused before shrugging and handing back your violin to you. “It’s very beautiful.”

“Thank you, I mean its nothing compared to your guitars and all the amps but it does it job.” He grins. ”Hey you have a Union, your already winning here.” You laugh. “Ever played guitar before?” Shaking your head slightly, you let out a sigh.

“Nah, never had the chance. When I did music class in school, all the ‘Cool kids’-” You lift your fingers in quotation marks “-would always take them and attempt to play, attempt being the word, while I stuck to the geeky instruments.” He lets out a chuckle and you smile. “I do remember asking my Mother if she could buy one for me but by that time she was very much on the Violin train, since it was something I already could work with.”

“Still want to give it a go?”

You stare at him, confused. “What do you mean?”

Suddenly he’s up and walking down to where his guitars are sitting and you slowly get up and follow him down to the front of the stage. He grabs a shiny black guitar and hands it to you. Grabbing it from the neck you stand there awkwardly, as he grabs the same type of guitar but in white. Throwing the towel on his neck down he tosses the guitar strap over his wide shoulders and then glances at you. ”Come on, put it on.” Cautiously you put the guitar strap on, feeling the weight of the guitar around the back of your neck and shoulders when a quick thought crosses your mind and now terrified you grip slightly harder on the instrument not wanting to break it, then getting sent a bill for a billion dollars since it was one of JAMES HETFIELDS GUITARS. ”Now.” He strums lazily on his guitar. “Do you know any cords?” You shake your head. “I’m completely new to all of this, I mean I don’t think I can lean it on my shoulder, it weighs just slightly heavier than my violin.” He grins and walks over standing in front of you. Staring up at him you feel minuscule lock your knees in an attempt to make sure you don’t fall over from either the weight of the guitar or the sudden aroma of his scent now attacking your senses from him being so close. ”I mean you could try but I don’t think it will work the same. Here do you see where my fingers are?” Glancing down at the neck of his guitar, you nod. “This is a simple and easy cord, E major.” He strums and it comes out crystal clean. “Give it a try.” You place your fingers where James had his and strum, cringing when it comes out rough and nothing like what he just played. ”Huh, I think this guitar isn’t tuned cause that didn’t sound the same at all.” He laughs at the statement and shakes his head. ”Put your fingers just above the frets, the lines on the guitar, the closer to them the better sounding and making sure to hold down with the tip of your fingers, tightly but not too tight, don’t want sore fingers afterwards.” He winks at you and you can’t help but blush and nod. Following his instructions again, you strum once more, this time sounding somewhat the same as James had played. You can’t help but grin and strum up and down, listening to the cord you are now playing. ”Very good!” You see him with a wide smile and a glint in his eye with amusement. “You’re a natural.” ”Nah, your just a good teacher.” Once again he laughs at the statement and then suddenly starts to play the main riff from Master of puppets. Standing so close, you watch as his fingers move quickly up and down the neck of the guitar, as his other hand moves at lightning speed. Once he stops, you shake your head in disbelief and laugh. “Don’t ask me to do that though, no way in hell.” ”Ahh, in time you could learn this easy. If I can do it, than you can do it.” You roll your eyes at the man Of course you can do it, you made the riff! and take off the guitar handing it back to him. ”Are you corrupting my violinist, Mr.Hetfield?” You turn to see Kamen walking back on stage with Lars in tow. ”Hey we always need more female guitarists in the world.” He looks at you and winks before walking back to the guitar stand and placing the guitar away. What is with these boys and winking? Are they trying to turn me into a puddle? ”No fair.” Lars appears besides you and grabs your arm, making you jump at the contact. “We need more drummers.” He pulls you over to his drum kit and motions you to sit down. You throw your hands up in surrender. ”Nah uh, Nope.” Backing up, you suddenly hit something hard against your back and glance behind you to see you had crashed straight into James’s broad chest. Jumping like a cat that’s been thrown into water, you make sure to stand a few feet away from the boys while you try to revive your now collapsed lungs. Oh my god “Shit. Sorry.” Kamen lets out a laugh and James smiles at you before pulling a thinking face. He then nods towards Lars. ”Your right. We do need more drummers, Lars.” Lars makes a shocked face, glancing and pointing at Kamen and yourself. ”You two are witnesses, He finally agreed with me on something.”

”Yeah that we need more drummers who will actually play in time.” Lars lets out a bunch of swear words in danish and flips James off, as the rest of you laugh. You glance around the room and start to notice more people walking back on stage. Looking up at the clock on the wall, you groan. 15 minutes had flown pass and it was almost time to start up again, with a sigh you rub the top of your head. ”Time to get back at it then.” Slowly making your way back to your seat, you hear James voice echo behind you. ”Now don’t play too fast Violin girl. I’ll be keeping my eye on you.” You turn to look at him and see a playful look on his face and can’t help but smile back. ”Try to keep up Hetfield.” This time you wink at him and almost laugh when you see his eyebrows shoot up. A feral grin then appears on his face and he grips his guitar a little tighter. ”Bring it on.”

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