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help-itrappedmyself · 2 months

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Dead on Main AU

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Guys, I'm so sorry. But here's this!

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Danny blinks and he is somewhere else. He’s sitting at a dining room table, surrounded. There are so many people here. They’re all talking over each other, some yelling, some laughing. This scene comes as a great surprise to him, who -one blink ago- was trying and failing to do his homework at home in his room. Danny shoots up, his chair making a horrible noise as he pushes it away so fast it tumbles over. Everyone in the room turns to look over at him like he’s insane.

“Oh my god, who are you people?” Danny did not mean to say this out loud, but at the sound of his voice he startles. Danny takes a moment to assess, and then, “Oh my god who am I?” He is tall, and big, and this is certainly not his body, what is he wearing.

The boy sitting to the right of Danny, a little shorter than he is, with black hair and blue eyes (though now that he’s paying attention that does describe most people in the room), starts chuckling lightly. “Uh, Jason? Are you good?”

Danny turns to stare him right in the eyes. “What day is it?”

And he can tell the concern around the table is just ratcheting up every time he opens his stupid mouth.

“Did you hit your head on patrol?” The voice comes from the only blond and one of the only girls in the room, who's to the left of the person across from him. The person across from him is another boy with black hair and blue eyes who is studying Danny in a way that makes him uncomfortable, that under-a-microscope look that makes you feel like you’re failing at something.

“I have no idea if Jason hit his head.” Danny says. “I was just trying to remember if it was my birthday.”

And if he thought the room was busy when he first arrived here it is absolute pandemonium now. Everyone starts shouting and asking questions that he can’t even hear over the shouting. Someone with white hair in a suit just came through a door he didn’t even see earlier to stand by the only person not shouting, who -Danny would guess- is the only other adult in this room, witting at the head of the table. He also has black hair and blue eyes, and where almost everyone else’s reaction was panic, he froze instead. The person across from Danny also isn’t shouting, but the person next to Danny on his right has now fully stood up and looks like he might actually jump across the table to win the argument he ended up in.

“Are you Jason’s soulmate?” is the main gist of the shouting that Danny can interpret but he’s more concerned with actual Jason at the moment. If they switched bodies... Then Jason might be in trouble…

“Hey, I forget, how long is this body swap supposed to last again?” Danny asks.

“Until you and Jason have physical contact. You have to actually meet.” The boy sitting across from him explains. He seems like one of the only ones that heard Danny talk, everyone else was still shouting.

“Oh, that just seems terrible. What if we’re in different countries or something?” Danny complained. “Everyone in the world is just supposed to be able to drop everything and afford to fly across the world. The universe is really trying to screw people over now. Honestly, am I in a different country? Where even are we right now?”

“You’re in Gotham.” This voice was new, coming from the head of the table to Danny’s right.

“Oh no. Nope.” Danny started backing away from the table, almost tripping on his overturned chair. “Absolutely not, no, how do I get out of here?” He starts earnestly looking for a door to get out of this place, but there are three doors he can see and he has no idea where any of them go, and doesn’t this room have any windows? What kind of a room doesn’t have any windows? Do they like to eat in a basement?

“Jason- not Jason. Uh, you need to calm down, everything will be fine alright, We’ll get you and Jason introduced no problem.” Danny swivels to track the voice and it’s the one who was sitting next to him, he’s walking towards him with his hands up and out in front of him.

“I have to get home.” Danny breathes.

“We can get you there, promise. Now, I’m Dick, can you tell me your name?”

“Your name is Dick? Who named you Dick?” Danny is so confused he’s stopped panicking. “How old are you for you to go by the name Dick?”

“Okay, rude.” Dick sounds like a petulant child so Danny’s estimations for his age are continuously dropping. “I’m 24.”

Danny snorts. “Okay.” The blond girl starts laughing over at the table. “I’m uh, I’m Danny.”

“Nice to meet you. Sort of. I’m Tim.” The guy from across from him had made it over to stand next to Dick. “There’s a lot of us here today so the one laughing like a hyena is Steph. That one there is Duke.” African-American, still with black hair but he has brown eyes and waves once introduced. “Damian is the short one next to him, and Cass was sitting across from Dick earlier. Our dad, Jason’s dad-”

“Not my dad!” Steph interrupted. Tim waves her off.

“Everyone but Steph's dad, is over there, Bruce. Alfred, our butler is the one next to him.” Alfred gives a slight nod to his head. Bruce is just staring at him.

“So, names out of the way. You said you wanted to go home, where do you live?”

“Amity Park.”

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ecoamerica · 24 days

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belxveds · 1 year

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seduction through science

pairing: peter parker x f!reader

summary: where the academic decathlon team can't seem to believe that their nerdy peter parker has been hiding away a girlfriend for so long (especially one so out of his league). and then they meet you and lose their shit.

tags: humour. fluff. relationship reveal. humiliation. sex mention. fangirling.

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"You're fucking with us", Charles stated, mouth agape as he stared at Peter in disbelief and awe, not knowing whether to laugh or cry at his friend's confession.

Wincing at everyone's eyes on him, Peter dropped his head into his hands as he contemplated why he was friends with such manipulative idiots. Groaning softly as he combed through his hair with a sweaty palm, the other reached for his phone which lay nearby.

He had been guilt tripped into hosting their weekly AcaDec study sessions at his apartment this weekend due the team's insistence that he no longer cared for them. His insulting amount of absences racked up because of spidey duties, not that he could tell them of his extremely valid excuse.

That's how he found himself crowded together into a messy circle on the carpet in his living room which May swore would come back in trend according to her home decor magazines. His teammates, doing everything but studying as they indulge themselves in the latest gossip and an impromptu game of truth or dare.

With Flash's question targeting either his secret webslinger-identity or his relationship status, Peter's choice between his limited options had been obvious, announcing to his friends of the girlfriend he'd been keeping tucked away for several months.

Now, however, with the way they were gaping at him, Peter re-evaluated whether he had truly made the correct decision.

Flash, who'd finally been able to catch his breath, with dried up tears of laughter streaking across his cheeks, wheezed, "You. Penis Parker. Are dating the most influential teenager in North America according to TIME Magazine, with an IQ to rival her father's, model and heir to Stark Industries, Y/N Stark?"

Peter once again winced, internally debating whether or not he should give you a call as he responded, "Y-yes?"

"Peter. You're kidding.", Betty whispered, wide-eyed at the thought of her friend keeping such an insanely large secret from them...if it was the truth. Just the interviewing opportunities made her head spin and the journalist inside of her was- holy shit. Their Peter Parker was dating Y/N Stark?! That was insane. Practically impossible?

“Oh yeah? Ok. Then how’d you meet her, hotshot?”, Flash smirked cockily, as if he had just checkmated him, convinced his question was going to force Peter to confess the truth about his “lie.”

Before Peter could even exhale his sigh of exhaustion, Jason interrupted, “Dude, not that I don’t believe you or anything and no offense but…how did you bag her?”

Cindy who had been watching the entire debacle from the sidelines so far simply nodded her head, wide-eyed and a bit confused on how this could possibly be her reality.

Sally, insulted on Peter’s behalf, pitched up, “Hey! Pete’s a catch.”

Offering a weak smile to the girl, Peter had just muttered, “Thank you, Sals”, as the echo of the doorbell made its way into the living room. Saved by the bell, indeed.

Dusting himself as he made his way towards the entrance, he could hear Ned defending his honor as Peter fiddled with lock, face freezing in shock when the entryway fully came into view.

Before him, you stood in his stolen Midtown High hoodie, hands sweetly clasped over your comfy stark industries pajama pants as you smiled up at him. The hood had been pulled over your messy hair in your attempts to avoid unwanted attention from the press, the drawstrings tied into a little makeshift bow and strands of stray hair sticking out from the circumference of the fabric surrounding your face. You looked absolutely adorable and silly and perfect to Peter’s fogged mind. Mind stuttering on how to decode this situation as he attempted to make some form of noise to greet you, he couldn’t think straight.

Swaying on the balls of your feet and tilting your head warmly, you leaned forward to place a greeting peck onto his lips, hands unclasping and encircling his waist as you patiently took in his frozen state, “You gonna let me in or do you have a secret exhibitionist kink you’ve been keeping locked up which we need to discuss? Cause y’know- I’m up for anything but the paparazzi will have a field day once they figure out how much of a slut I am for my father’s intern-”

The pin-drop silence from his living room startled Peter into moving, covering your mouth with his palm as he choked a little at what you had just unwillingly said in front of all his friends, words finally processing into his distress blurred brain. He knew that he just told the team about you but he didn’t think of introducing you to them for at least a few more weeks down the road. Once they’d calmed down, gotten over their fangirling and actually believed him. Fuck.

You’d immediately picked up on your boyfriend’s anxious stance but much like your father, your solution to most situations revolved around teasing and humor, your words now muffled as you went on, “Like- could you imagine the headlines? Y/N STARK IS SLEEPING WITH HER FATHER’S INTERN?!? Y/N STARK’S WORLDWIND OFFICE ROMANCE: SEDUCTION THROUGH SCIENCE! Ooh- wait no, I quite like the second one-”

“What are you doing here?”

You frowned at Peter. That was the first thing he was going to say to you? Bringing his hand down and pressing a kiss to his knuckles, you questioned more seriously, “Is everything alright? MJ invited me over? Said that you guys and Ned were just hanging out if I wanted to join. I’m sorry, I should’ve asked first. I just assumed that-”

“Nononono no don’t apologize, stop. MJ’s just a little shit. She didn’t tell me she’d invited you over so I was…surprised.”, Peter’s voice dropped into a whisper, “It’s also not just…us and Ned. The rest of the friend group is in the living room right now and they just found out that I was dating you but they didn’t really believe me but now…well.”

You blinked, “Oh. Oh. So they heard me-”

Peter nodded. Your face flushed as you winced and buried your face in between Peter’s pecs, him failing to hide his smile as he stifled a laugh at your embarrassment.

Now that the terror of the situation had faded away, he couldn’t help but find endless amusement in it. Though the interaction between you and the AcaDec group was much faster than he’d initially wanted, it was still something that he’d hoped for deeply. These two parts of his life finally merging filled him with so much joy, simply even imagining you getting along with his friend causing his cheeks to ache from the smile that would bloom.

Letting you whine for a few more seconds, he gently dragged you into the apartment, kicking the door shut with his foot as he pulled down your hood. Untying the drawstrings to let them fall freely, he then proceeded to fluff out your hair, observing closely as your face melted in pleasure just like he predicted.

Pressing a kiss, he whispered, “Come on, you’ve got to meet them now. That was quite the introduction.”

Gently peeking your head past the curve of the hallway which kept you hidden from their view, you were first met with MJ’s smirk. Pointing a finger at her as Peter came up behind you, you flipped her off before addressing everyone else with a small wave, “Hi, Peter’s AcaDec group!”

The PR voice you’d automatically slipped into couldn’t be helped but you knew that it would take you a few more interactions for the real you to make an appearance. Maybe a few NDAs as well just as a precaution.

The few stunned moments of continued silence before it burst into squeals of shock and unfiltered questions made you laugh a little as you gently approached the circle and plopped yourself next to Ned, Peter taking a seat next to you as the group continued to hyperventilate.

“Am I dreaming?”, whispered Charles to himself, his idol sitting merely a few feet away from him. Jason and Betty let out their own garbled hums of acknowledgement to their friend’s identical shock. This was every nerd’s dream. Y/N Stark was an inspiration in the technological advancements field, everything she’d contributed to the innovation of Stark Industries was just- insanity. Charles was going insane. He had to be.

Flash, deciding that this was the perfect time to shoot his shot with Peter’s girlfriend, smugly leaned forward and asked, “Hey baby, wanna grab a drink sometime in my Ferrari? I’m sure you’re sick of that dweeb by now.”

You blinked. Wrinkling your nose at him, you hummed, “...Flash, right?”

His confident nod made you continue, “I’ve uh- heard a lot about you-”

“All good things, I’m sure.”

“No, actually! A lot of it was how you bullied the love of my life for several years.”, you smiled, the smirk falling off his face extremely satisfying, “I don’t know about all your previous partners or if you even ever had any but I really don’t think showing off your wealth is the smartest move to my heart seeing where I come from. I like to think that I’m grounded and quite humble so I hate pulling out that card but I think it’s necessary to put you in your place. Also- did you say I was sick of him? Peter Parker? He’s one of the most genuinely caring and interesting people I’ve met in a long time…I’m sorry but like did you just choose to ignore how I said I was a slut for him 2 minutes ago? I-”

Ned’s giggles of happiness broke you out of your tangent as he leaned over to give you a hug, “God, I missed you so much. Peter’s been keeping you from us for too long. I just think he’s jealous of our intense chemistry.”

“Oh no, for sure.”, you nodded as you tilted your head to watch your boyfriend roll his eyes and attempt to hide his smile.

“We are…so sorry for him, oh my god.”, Cindy exhaled breathily, “You’re just- wow. You’re so brilliant and gorgeous and the interview where you explained your thinking for the future of SI’s place in the medical field was amazing to watch. I am such a big fan.”

You smiled warmly, “Apology accepted, haha. And you’re gorgeous too! Holy shit, if Peter wasn’t here-”

Peter jokingly whacked the back of your head, “Stop flirting with all my friends.”

You let out a small laugh as you raised your hands up in defeat, “Sorry, my dad’s genes, you know? No, but seriously, thank you! I’m sure you’re incredibly smart too if everything I’ve heard is true and your involvement in Academic Decathlon really speaks for itself.”

Cindy practically melted into a pile of goop next to the sofa as Flash opened his mouth again, “Are you sure-”

Rubbing your fingers into your temples, you sighed jokingly as the rest of the group turned to start yelling at him, making you burst into a grin as Peter and Ned erupted into their own little fit of laughter.

Maybe one interaction was enough for you to feel content with them. They’d certainly need at least three to get over their celebrity infatuation but…you settled into the nook of Peter’s shoulder, you could see yourself with this group laughing nights away for several more years to come.

And plus, Flash would provide the perfect entertainment if things ever got a little too boring. Though you doubt that that would be the case with all the banter and teasing you’d be witnessing in the next several hours.

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rainystrangerthingsimagines · 2 years

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Flipping the Vinyl PT 1 (Eddie x Henderson!Reader)

Warnings: mentions of weed, other drugs, angst, mentions of eating disorders, death

"Hold your god damn horses Dustin, I am coming!" You yelled, walking out of your room. "What the hell is taking so long?" Mike asked. "Looking for the-" you picked up the pom pom. "Found it!" You said, relieved as you walked out of the house. Mike and Dustin rolled their eyes. "I need them for the pep rally-why am I even explaining this to you, get in the car." You huffed.

It wasn't a well known fact that you were Dustin's older sister. It seemed most people just thought you were neighbors or something. Dustin and you were opposites on the surface. He was a nerd who hung out with other nerds. You were a cheerleader who hung out with other cheerleaders and the basketball team.

You however, had a very similar personality to Dustin. You had a tendency to hide this fact though. You were a nerd, a giant one at that who actually enjoyed playing D&D and loved Dustin's friends. However, it seemed Chrissy, your bestfriend had other plans. She hated the idea of you getting bullied and pulled you into the cheerleader scene. You didn't mind it. As long as Jason left you alone. You absolutely hated that guy.

Why Chrissy was dating him was a god damn mystery to you. He was a jerk, always mouthing off at the wrong time. He was also annoyingly hypocritical, always talking about how Dustin's friend group was a bunch of devil worshipers who lived in sin, meanwhile you had caught Jason doing literal cocain in a rest stop bathroom during an away game. The boy was an ass and you prayed for that day for him to have a fall from grace and become some sort of social outcast so that you wouldn't have to see him again.

You walked over to Chrissy's locker, her seeming slightly off. She was just standing there, staring into it. "Chris, you good?" You asked, her jumping. "Oh... Hi, Y/n" she greeted. "What's up?" You asked. "...Later... I uh... I don't want anyone else to hear." She said. You nodded, the bell ringing. "Come on, first period." You ushered.

You walked into the science classroom, sitting at the table. "So what's going on?" You asked quietly as students shuffled in. "...Do..." she shifted uncomfortably on her stool. "Do you ever feel like you're losing your mind?" She asked. You blinked. "...Uh.." you wanted to give off a quippy response but that didn't seem wise. "Sometimes, yeah." You nodded. "...I just... I keep... seeing things." She admitted. You rose a brow. "Like what?" You asked.

"Like... A clock... and... mom.... and... I hear this voice"

"christ, there's voices now?" You thought to yourself.

"It calls my name and... I don't know I feel... I feel like I'm going insane." She admitted.

"Have you told anyone else?" You asked, the teacher writing things on the board. "Just the councilor..." she muttered.

You looked at her slightly concerned. "I just... I don't want to feel... anxious... anymore." She mumbled. "I uh... I know you don't really do it but... have you considered... weed?" You asked. Chrissy looked over at you slightly surprised.

"I'm not joking-" "No no- I never said you were." You halted. She rose a brow. "You... you really think..." she leaned over closer "weed is the answer?" She asked. "I mean... It'll take the edge off. Might help with everything." You said. "... and you know this how?" She asked. "We hang out with athletes, you really think they don't know how to get drugs?" You asked sarcastically. "... Can you find someone to... get..." "Yeah, I know a guy. Do you want me to go?" You asked. "Yeah." She nodded. "Okay."

The day dragged on, eventually the pep rally arriving. Dustin sat on the bleachers next to Eddie as you walked over. "Hey, do you have my scrunchie, the other broke?" You asked. Dustin rifled through his bag, Eddie raising a brow. "Is this Suzie?" Eddie asked. Dustin and you both gagged. "Dude no- fuck no!" You said. "That's my sister!" Dustin said. "Ah! You have a sister?" He asked. "Yes I have sister-" "I'm Eddie" Eddie introduced.

"Y/n- hey you're friends with Rick right?" You asked. "...Yes I am, why?" Eddie asked. "I can't seem to get ahold of him-" "He got busted." Eddie said. "Fuck" you sighed. "But I took over. Meet me after the pep rally. Picnic table in the woods behind the school. " Eddie said. "Cool, thank you." You said before pulling your hair back and rushing back down to the other cheerleaders.

Eddie took a moment to really register the information he just found out. Not only did Henderson have an older sister who smoked, he had an older sister who was a fucking cheerleader. Eddie stared as you laughed at something someone whispered to you.

Finally one of the teachers motioned for you all to go and you stood next to Chrissy as you chanted a few cheers. Eddie was impressed by your flexibility as he watched you do a round off, landing with a smile on your face. The basketball team soon ran out, the cheerleaders all sitting on the bleachers.

You could feel someone staring at you and you slowly turned around to see Eddie. You gave a small wave, him nodding to you. You turned back to Jason who was speaking about something but rolled your eyes, leaning over to Chrissy. "I meet with the guy after this, are you sure you're not coming with?" You asked. "...I'm sure." She nodded. "Okay. I'll give it to you at the game, okay?" You asked. "Okay" she nodded. You were curious to know if Jason knew anything about all of this. After all, this was his girlfriend.

Then again, you always noticed this odd gap of communication between Jason and Chrissy. Chrissy tried to tell him things but he usually brushed it off. His reaction to Chrissy's depression was already less than stellar, she outright refused to tell him about her eating disorder. This further confused you on why she was dating him in the first place.

The pep rally finally came to an end, you slipping off and walking out before anyone could really take notice. You walked out into the woods and found the picnic table but Eddie wasn't present. You hated this feeling. This constant sense of danger that came from multiple years in Hawkins.

Many many people were blissfully unaware of the real dangers that stupid lab left behind. You, unfortunately were not one of them. You knew everything, down to the Russians that were in the mall last year. In fact, you were there when your brother had to sing to his girlfriend to get her to save the world. Sounds stupid in retrospect. It was.

You heard a snap and you jump, turning right smack into Eddie. "Geez, you walk quieter than Mews!" You gasped. He blinked. "...The fuck is a 'Mews'?" Eddie asked, sitting at the picnic table. "My departed cat." You sighed sitting down. "Oh. Sorry for your loss." He apologized. "It's fine, we got a new one named Arwen." You said. He blinked. "Dustin name it?" He asked. "No, I did." You said. He looked at you. "And you named it after-" "Lord of the Rings, yes." You nodded. He looked downright shocked by your honesty. "You.... holy shit- you're a nerd!" He realized.

You gasped dramatically. "Shhh not so loud! The douchebags might hear you!" You teased, him chuckling. "You" he began. "Are certainly not what I expected." He said. "What were you expecting?" You asked. He looked at you with a small smile. "Someone completely bitchy. Y'know?" He asked. You nodded. "Lot of them are. Chrissy isn't, she's the only reason I'm with the uniforms." You admitted. "Cunningham eh? Bestfriend?" He asked. "In the whole world. She's the reason I'm here actually." You admitted.

Eddie rose a brow. "You're getting this, for her?" He asked. "Yeah." You nodded. "...No fucking way. She smokes?" He asked. "Not... exactly." You admitted. "What the hell made her want to try it then?" He asked. "...It's not really my place to say anything." You admitted. He nodded, leaning back back slightly. "Alright. Alright Henderson, you're lucky. Flattery works on me. 15 for this." He said, opening the lunchbox to show the baggy. "Man, I feel like I'm robbing you." You said making him chuckle. "As long as you're aware." He said making you smile.

That smile. It was something that practically shined when it was a natural smile. Your eyes lit up and that small giggle. God that giggle. Eddie's heart pounded in his ears. "So-so. Do you smoke?" He asked. "Yeah, occasionally. More like socially though." You said, pulling out your wallet. "Well you knew Rick so I figured you had to enjoy something in his stock, y'know?" He said. "Yeah, I had to be the one to buy things for Jason. Didn't want to ruin his 'holier than thou' image." You said handing him the cash. "Ah. Makes sense. Well, if you ever feel like smoking... socially... I can uh... give you my number." He said. You rose a brow but nodded.

"Or I could meet you after the game. Chrissy made it clear she wanted to smoke by herself." You said. That was a very true statement. When you tried to insist that you should at least supervise her, she absolutely refused. She went on about how the voices would absolutely get worse if someone was there. This was strictly for sleep and sleep alone. "Alright then. After the game." Eddie nodded.

You picked up your bag and got up. "Well Munson. It was a pleasure." You said with a smile. "Have fun at this... game thing." He said. "Have fun with the campaign." You said walking off. Eddie smiled to himself as he watched you walk away.

You walked back to the parking lot, seeing Jason talking to a basketball player. "Hey, where's Chrissy?" You asked. "In the gym" he yawned. "Is she okay?" You asked. "Yeah-dude tonight is going to be awesome." Jason said making you roll your eyes as you walked back into the gym. She wasn't there, so you went to the locker room. "Chris? You in here?" You asked, the sound of someone moving back echoing. There was still no response.

"God, you scared me!" You gasped as you turned the corner seeing Chrissy at her locker. She didn't respond and you rose a brow. "Chris?" You called. Still nothing. "Chrissy?" You put your hand on her shoulder and she jumped moving away from you. Almost like she was afraid. "Woah! Chrissy, it's me!" You gasped. She panted and sat on the bench. "Chrissy, what happened? Are you okay?" You asked concerned. "I-I could... I heard a clock... and-and mom." She whimpered. You hugged her, Chrissy sobbing into your chest.

Once she had calmed down, you helped clean up her face. "There. Now it just looks like allergies." You said confidently. "Thanks" she sniffled. "I uh.. I got the weed by the way. Are you sure you don't want me there?" You asked. "I'm sure... I'm sure." She nodded. You handed her the baggie and she hesitated before taking it and putting it in her backpack. "Sorry I made you go to that guy" she said. "He's not so bad." You shrugged. "Really?" She asked. "Munson's kind of cute actually." You muttered. She turned with a small smile.

"No way" she said. "What?" You asked. "You have a crush!" She realized. "Wha- I do not! I barely know the guy outside of Dustin talking about him!" You said. "If you don't, why are you defensive?" She asked. Your silence was enough of an answer to make her practically skip out the locker room and you sighed.

A few hours later and there you were cheering with the team and watching the game. You waved to Steve who gave a small wave back. You liked Steve. He was like a brother to you and Dustin both. Course he always treated you like an equal which was nice. You noticed Lucas on the bench and rose a brow. You knew there was a campaign tonight. So why was he here? Especially since he had been riding the bench for nearly the entire damn season.

You finally took a break, sitting next to Chrissy as you tied your shoes. "Having fun yet?" You asked. "I'm not sure we'll win this one." She said. "I dunno, Jason's playing alright out there." You said. She looked at you. "This is me trying to be supportive." You said making her smile slightly.

You rose a brow as you watched Lucas get pulled into the game. "No fucking way" you mumbled, watching him. "What?" Chrissy asked. "Lucas Sinclair is out there." You muttered. Lucas seemed nervous, looking around him before he saw you. He gave a small wave and you waved back, giving him a small thumbs up.

You actually found yourself impressed by Lucas as he moved across the court. Finally the end approached, only seconds left on the clock to score that last point. You watched Jason pass the ball, Lucas throwing it. You stood up, watching in awe as the ball soared through the air and landed into the hoop.

Cheers errupted throughout the gym, Lucas being praised for a job well done. You found yourself clapping for him as Chrissy gave you a small pat to let you know she was leaving. You hugged her, Chrissy slipping out of the chaos.

You waited a few minutes for the park to clear out, finally walking out into the cold air. You walked for a bit before a van pulled alongside you. You gripped your pocket knife before realizing it was Eddie.

"Need a ride Henderson?" He asked. "Yeah." You said, him nodding for you to get in. You sat in the passenger seat, looking over at him. "So, how did the campaign go" you asked. "They kicked ass. Actually, I was impressed by the youngest Sinclair. She knew how to play." He said. You blinked. "Erica played D&D?" You asked. "Yeah." He said. "Impressive" you chuckled. He smiled.

"What about you, how was the game?" He asked. "We won. Lucas actually made the winning shot. So that was cool I guess." You shrugged. "Not one for basketball?" He asked. "Not one for sports in general" you said. Eddie nodded. "Eddie uh... Why am I here?" You asked. "Dunno, you got in the van" he shrugged. "I mean, are we smoking? Are you taking me home? Are you driving me to my death?" You asked. "I'm down to smoke if you are." He said. "Always." You said with a grin. Eddie nodded and drove, turning up the radio.

When you reached his home, you actually recognized it. "Huh." You realized. "What?" He asked. "You live across from Max." You said. "Who?" Eddie asked. "Mayfield. Billy's sister." You said. "Oh. Right. That dick." Eddie grimaced.

You rose a brow. "Not a fan of Billy?" You asked. "Well I'm not one to speak ill of the dead but... that guy was an asshole." Eddie said, unlocking the door. You walked in behind him. "Excuse the mess, the maid took the week off." Eddie joked making you chuckle. "Eh. I've seen worse." You shrugged. Eddie opened a drawer and you looked around. "Do you live alone?" You asked.

"No uh, I live with my uncle. He works at the plant." He said. You nodded. "Feel free to look around, just uh... don't look too hard" he said, rummaging through the drawers. You nodded, walking. You came across what you assumed Eddie's room was. You were met with a guitar, you staring at it.

"You play?" Eddie asked, him standing behind you. You jumped. "Uh. Used to." You said. "Don't tell me you left the life of rock n' roll to be a cheerleader, I will cry." Eddie said making you chuckle. "What can I say, pom poms spoke to me more." You said. Eddie gasped dramatically and you giggled.

God that was so cute.

Eddie smiled to himself. "So you ditched the nerds for the jocks" he said. "No, no... I just.. I'm not really sure where I fit. I hate those guys outside of Chrissy." You admitted. "So you don't like the jocks?" He asked. "God. No." You grimaced. "So, maybe." Eddie joked making you smile. "They're assholes. All of them. I mean, except Lucas. Seems he's the only one not short of a marble." You said.

"If you don't like them, why hang around them?" He asked. "I would move the earth for my best friend." You shrugged. Eddie looked over. "She's lucky to have you." Eddie said. You smiled slightly, nodding as a thanks.

Eddie opened a drawer, looking over his shoulder. "Hey, I tend to get pretty tired when I'm high, do you mind if I stay over?" You asked. "It's cool with me." He nodded. "Do you mind if I change then, I'm not exactly feeling the cheerleader uniform" you said making him smile. "Bathroom's across the hall" he told you.

You changed into your gym shorts and a t-shirt, walking into Eddie's room. He was sitting on his bed with a joint. "Green hit?" He asked. "Sure." You shrugged, sitting next to his legs. He gave you the joint, you lighting it and inhaling. You coughed, leaning back onto a pillow and handing the joint to Eddie.

"Why have we never hung out before this?" You asked. Eddie coughed, handing you the joint. "I didn't realize you were Dustin's sister.. and I had you pegged as someone completely different." Eddie said as you released smoke slowly from your mouth. You passed him the joint, him setting it on an ash tray. "Totally thought I was a bitch, didn't you" you guessed. "Something along the lines of that" Eddie chuckled. "Hopefully that opinion changed." You said. Eddie smiled at you. "Definitely." He said.

You smiled slightly, Eddie fidgeting after a bit before you rose a brow. "Can I see your rings?" You asked. He leaned forward holding out his hands. You noticed the skull based ones. There were two, one mainly being an angry looking skull while the other was a cross surrounded by skulls.

"What's with the pig?" You asked, noticing the middle ring was a pig rather than adding another skull. "Reminded me of 'War Pigs'." He shrugged. "Black Sabbath. Nice." You muttered. Eddie rose a brow. "You just keep getting better and better" he said making you grin.

You noticed his other hand. Compared to his right, his left had only one ring. "You actually got a class ring?" You asked. "If I'm suffering multiple years of highschool, I am leaving with proof that I survived it outside of a stupid yearbook photo." He said making you laugh.

You noticed the black stone in the center making you raise a brow. Without thinking, you pulled his hand forward staring at the stone. "Is that obsidian?" You asked curiously. "Yep" Eddie said. "Is that your birth stone?" You asked. "Yeah, why?" He asked. "When's your birthday?" you asked. "October 29th." He answered. You looked up, realizing you were holding his hand.

Silence fell over the two of you, him looking into your eyes. "You gonna let go?" He asked, his voice quiet. "Do you want me to?" You asked, without thinking. Eddie stayed quiet, his eyes moving to your lips. You swallowed hard before clearing your throat and dropping his hand.

"Sorry, my throat is like, super dry." You said. Eddie nodded. "I'll uh.. I'll get us some water." He said getting up. He left his room, walking into the kitchen when the phone rang. He picked up. "Hello?" Eddie asked. "Hey, this is a weird question but you saw my sister earlier, do you know where she is?" Dustin asked. "Funny you should ask that Henderson, she's with me." Eddie said. "Really? Okay, great. Mom started freaking out when she didn't come home." Dustin said relieved. "Yeah, she's staying here." Eddie said. "... You two are hanging out?" Dustin asked. "Yeah." Eddie nodded. "Is Chrissy with her?" Dustin asked. "No, why?" He asked. "...Nothing I just.. Huh. I don't think Y/n has ever spent a day away from Chrissy." Dustin admitted. "Is there anything else you needed Henderson?" Eddie asked. "Nope, I'll uh... I'll just tell mom she's with Max." Dustin said before hanging up.

Eddie walked into his room to see you sleeping. He smiled slightly, setting the water bottles down and pulling a blanket over you. He grabbed a free pillow, flipping off the light before hearing you. "Don't leave me"

Your voice was small, quiet when you spoke. Eddie looked at the couch from the doorway before walking back into his room, laying next to you. He didn't move, he was careful to try to not wake you.

Your morning was odd, waking up next to Eddie was a confusing start. When did you even fall asleep. You leaned up, careful as to not wake Eddie as you slipped out of bed and walked into the kitchen, dialing Chrissy's number.

The line seemed to be busy, you calling the house phone to be sure. There was no answer, instead, another busy line. You rose a brow, hanging up. There was a gut feeling, something telling you that this was wrong. Maybe it was the past few years having nothing but terrible events happen, maybe it was the paranoia sinking in from everything that she told you.

"Everything okay?" You heard Eddie ask. "...Can you do me a favor?" You asked. Eddie nodded. "Take me to Chrissy." You said. He hesitated but nodded, walking back into his room. When he reemerged, he had his jacket and your backpack in hand.

He tried to make conversation but you were distracted, noticing an abundance of cop cars riding through town. That was never a good sign.

Dustin had made numerous attempts to call Eddie's but it seemed to fail. Finally, he had the realization that Max lived next door, him calling her. That's when he got the answer that you and Eddie had left moments before he got the news himself.

You directed Eddie, Steve driving a fast as he could to beat you to Chrissy's.

Eddie had to park across the street due to the crimescene tape and the many, many, MANY police cars that surrounded the area. Steve and Dustin sprinted over, blocking you from approaching. "Y/n, slow down." Steve halted. "The fuck happened here?" Eddie asked. "Y/n... It's Chrissy, something happened." Dustin said. "Dustin, what's going on, where's Chrissy? Is she okay?" You asked. "Her parents tried to call this morning, she-" "Dustin, is she okay?" You asked.

Air left your lungs as you saw a body bag being wheeled out of the house, "no" you whimpered, Eddie silently gaping at the sight. "CHRIS!" you screamed, trying to push past Steve but failing. You collapsed to your knees, Eddie pulling you into a hug as you screamed.

If you had just stayed. If you had just insisted that you stay with her, maybe she'd still be here.

Dustin stared at the house as he saw Chrissy's parents sobbing in the front yard.

There was more to this, he could feel it. He knew too much about Hawkins to think this was something else. This was too odd to not be something else. The question though, remained.

What the hell did this?

#eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #stranger things

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thescarlettdetective · 9 months

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Hi im very depressed today so youre all getting my rant

You know for people who claim that taylor swift is mid at best yall seem to like complaining about her a lot. And trust me i have my criticisms of her and dont disagree that her supposedly progressive politics are watered down and weak and she doesnt put her money where her mouth is, but shes also not actively using her platform to cause harm like a lot of people are. (Jason aldean for example, largely popular country musician, recently released a song that alludes to lynching protestors and i saw stuff about that for like. A day) I think people who hail her as a beacon of progress are annoying and out of touch too but for people who claim not to give a shit about her i just dont get why you care so much when theres so many other things to talk about. It just seems like every other post i see on here is about how people cant stand her and like. Thats fine? Youre allowed to not like popular things this is very much the website for that. But its so constant. I dont see any other mediocre white musicians getting as much flak as she does because people rightfully dont give a shit. Like i do not understand the hype for say, Ariana Grande. And sure ive seen criticisms of her for appropriating black and latino fashion and looks which is absolutely true and should be discussed. But nowhere near at the volume i see it for taylor swift. And most stuff isnt even legitimate criticisms its just people saying how bland they find her music and like. Okay?

(I do personally believe a lot of those takes probably come from people whove only heard her admittedly boring sanitized and cringey radio hits and never delved into her lesser known stuff which is in my opinion far better but i digress)

Also im sorry but finding any opportunity to talk about how much you hate her is just as much of an obsession as those of us who take any chance we can to gush about her. And this isnt directed at anyone in particular its just wack to me how polarizing this woman is when shes Literally Just Some Dude. If shes so boring then why are you still talking about her. You dont have to. If there are people in your life literally shoving taylor swift down your throat take that up with them personally. I know shes hard to escape because yeah shes massively popular but so is. Idk. Harry Styles? And i know nothing about the man. Because i just ignore things i dont give a shit about and ive grown up past my 13 year-old selfs take of “everything thats popular is stupid and im very cool for not liking it”

All this is to say i wish everyone else were just. Normal. About taylor swift- swifties included- so i could be insane about her in peace

#ren speaks #im gonna go lay down in the road now #im just so tired #and people think i have a persecution complex whenever i say taylor swift gets needless amounts of hate but like.#i truly do not see this for any other celebrity that isnt some actual right wing asshole causing harm #i just dont understand whT about her inspires such vitriol in people aside from that they dont get why people like her #and they have to see her everywhere #and i get it! thats annoying!#but it just seems like such a juvenile waste of time to keep harping on this

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lily-drake · 3 years

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De-Aged

Jason: holy shit- she's so tiny!

Dick: *agitated* Jason, focus, what do we do??

Jason: *coos at the baby Marinette* I haven't seen her this small in forever.

Dick: we need- Jason! Focus! what do we do???

Jason: *shrugs* wait it out? I don't know.

Inspired by @bambicambi

Annoyance coursed through Marinette’s veins as she saw the new Akuma of the day. Of course it happened when her family came to visit. Looking up to the sky and praying for strength she turned her back to the chaos, something she would soon regret. Her brothers were asking her what the heck was going on, and as she opened her mouth a baby pink ray of light hit her, and Marinette poofed and in her place sat 4-year-old Marinette Wayne.

Jason and Dick stared at the small child on the ground in shock and after the moments were over Jason eagerly picked her up and spun her around.

“Holy sh*! She’s so tiny!”

Jason called out as he held the small giggling girl to his chest. Dick, was rightfully frustrated and walking in small circles and quickly said,

“Jason, focus, what do we do?”

Upon hearing Jason making cooing noises, he swiftly turned to look at Jason.

“I haven’t seen her this small in forever!”

He exclaimed, nuzzling his nose against the small Marinette.

“We need-Jason! Focus! What do we do?”

Jason shrugged as he held Marinette against his hip. She giggled and tugged at his jacket.

“Wait it out? I don’t know.”

Dick opened her mouth, but stopped when Marinette began to speak.

“Jay-Jay! Ride! Ride!”

Jason’s grin grew and gently set her down while holding her hand. He squared down and carefully released her hand. He could not express the pure amount of joy he felt when she climbed onto his back and wrapped her tiny hands around his neck.

“Jason, have you just forgotten the weirdly dressed flying child that not only turned Marinette, but all of Paris into kids?!”

He…had forgotten. But can you blame him? Marinette was so tiny when she was a kid, and he hadn’t seen her like this in forever.

“Look, contact Zatanna while I keep her safe and distracted.”

Dick sighed in relief replying,

“Alri-wait a minute.”

Jason was already running with a giddily screaming Marinette.

“No fair, I want to cuddle my baby sister too!”

He sighed in frustration, and no he was not pouting. Quickly pulling out his communicator he dialed Zatanna.

“Hello?”

“Hey, so I’m in Paris visiting some family, and this flying kid in really weird clothes is going around de-aging people. Could you come see what’s going on please?”

“Pardon, but what?”

“Yea, it sho-“

Dick quickly ran through the streets dodging beams that were now directed towards him. Why did stuff like this always happen when they traveled?

A few moments later a portal opened and he had never been more relieved to see Zatanna in his life. Zatanna looked around and looked at the villain. As she studied it and was about to jump in, a neon butterfly mask appeared over the child’s face and she realized what this was.

“I can’t do anything, sorry Dick.”

“What?! Why?!”

“This is ancient magic, probably the most ancient magic in the universe. There should be others…, see,”

She said pointing to a cat-like figure in the distance. Dick stared in confusion, what was happening?

While Dick was trying to figure everything out Jason was having the time of his life with Tiny Mari. He was especially thankful that when she was blasted that her clothes were transformed into a white t-shirt and overalls with lions stitched throughout them. He had taken so many pictures of them. We’re people running around everywhere scared, yes, yes they were. But that didn’t stop him from enjoying as much time as he could with his tiny sister like he used to.

“Jay-Jay! There’s a fairy in my pocket!”

“How is there a fairy in the Pixie’s pocket?”

He asked jokingly while swinging the hands back and forth!

“Lookin lookie! It’s a Ladybug fairy! She’s so pwetty.”

Marinette held Tikki in both of her hands and jumped up and down trying to get him to look. Jason chuckled and looked down at the toy. It was cute, he had never seen something like it before. Then it blinked, and flew out of Marinette’s hand, and oh gosh, IT CAN TALK?!

“Marinette, you need to help Chat Noir defeat the akuma?”

“Akuma matata!”

Marinette called out with a giggle. Jason would have laughed, if it weren’t for the flying bug thing talking to his sister, who was currently 4, telling her to help someone defeat the crazed villain.

“Woah! Are you insane?! Look at her?! How do you expect her to fight?!”

The thing looked conflicted before sighing and saying,

“Well, do you want to fight it? You just need to wear the earrings, I can run you through what you need to do!”

“No!”

Marinette screamed.

“I want to be like you and daddy! It’s my turn to help people!”

“Marinette, you're too young.”

Tears began to well up in the small child’s eyes.

“I-it’s no fair! You al-always say that! I want to help!”

She finished stamping her foot definitely with a sharp glare. Jason sighed in exhaustion and turned to the floating creature. He mumbles under his breath,

“Can’t believe I’m letting this happen.”

He knew by the way Marinette was gripping at her ears and the definence in her stance. He could easily take them by force, but he didn’t want to hurt her or make her angry and feel betrayed.

“Can you assure above all else that she will be completely and utterly safe. I will join as well in my hero suit to make absolutely sure.”

“Yes, she has a partner as well who will watch out for her.”

He sighed in relief at that, but there was a new and very heavy weight on his chest that wouldn’t leave until this event was over. He listened to the fairy tell Marinette what she needed to do and almost smiled at the determined face she was making. Her cheeks were so chubby and-no, focus! He pulled out an extra domino mask he always carried with him and zipped up his leather jacket. When he turned around there was a burst of pink light and where Tiny Mari once stood stood his sister in the cutest outfit he had ever seen! It was similar to his old Robin outfit, but closer to Tim’s as she thankfully felt that there needed to be pants. She had small wings on her back with a black cape with red bottom edges that shielded them from view. And in her hands was a tiny yo-yo. Before anything else could happen, he quickly pulled out his phone and took pictures. He wanted to show this to Bruce and brag, sue him.

Soon after that they both left to the rooftops. He was honestly surprised by how easily she maneuvered around the roofs and how easily her yo-yo grappled and released from things. They soon landed next to a Cat Woman knock-off who turned to look at them in surprise and exhaustion. When Marinette saw him she quickly turned to him and tugged on his sleeve. Jason crouched down and Mini-bug leaned close to his ear and whispered,

“Does Selie have a son?”

Jason snickered and glanced up at the kid. He seemed to have heard them if the ears twitching and confused look said anything.

“No Pix. He was just inspired.”

“Oh, okie-dokie!”

“So, I’m assuming you two know each other and she was hit out of suit?”

“Yep, basically.”

“Right. Well, we just need to break the wand, but I can’t get close.”

“Little Lady, cast your charm.”

Mini-bug puffed up her cheeks making her old —and most adorable— thinking face before yelling out while throwing the yo-yo into the air,

“Lucky Charm!”

“A red and black spotted rubber bullet dropped into Mini's awaiting palms. Jason promptly took the bullet and loaded it into his gun, it was the perfect fit. The hideously dressed child flew over to them and flourished her wand creating the opening Jason needed. With one quick shot the bullet flew through the air and hit the wand causing it to snap. A black and purple butterfly began to fly out and mini quickly caught it. She quickly released it bouncing on her heels in pure joy as a wide smile grew onto her face.

“Told ya I coul’ do it!”

“Yes you did, good job Pix.”

Chat Noir, who they hadn’t noticed disappeared, came back with the bullet and handed it to the small girl. She threw the bullet into the air jumping up as well and yelled out,

“Miraculous Ladybug!”

Millions of Ladybugs flew through the air repairing damages and Turing people back to normal ending with Ladybug herself. Ladybug looked around confusedly and saw Chat on her right and Red Hood on her left. Memories of the past hour flashed through her mind and she promptly hid her face in her hands and a deep blush bloomed across her face.

“This is a disaster, a complete disaster.”

“I don’t know Bug, was it?”

Jason asked with a crap eating grin.

“Yes.”

Came her mumbled response. Jason laughed and ruffled her hair, Marinette was too miserable to care.

“We should go make sure golden boy isn’t panicking too much, don’t ya think?”

Marinette sighed tiredly and nodded, I guess so.

“Sorry Chat, I promise I’ll explain later. Bug out.”

And as quickly as she could she swung away with Red Hood laughing and not too far behind.

“B is going to hate that he missed this.”

He called through the air causing a loud groan to escape her lips.

“Don’t show him!”

“Too late Pix, already sent them all to the group chat.”

“I hate you.”

“Love you to Babybug.”

Marinette groaned again and Jason laughed all the way to where they found Dick and Zatanna talking in an alleyway.

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butwhyduh · 3 years

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absolutely no thoughts. just thinking of high sex with tim 🥴 that's it. that's the thought. or like on a funnier side bcs i need a laugh like you could be mid make out session with this boy after a mission and he would just be breaking the kiss to spew random facts like your tags?? it would happen. you could be trying to pull of his shirt and he'd stop you to tell u his 5 year plan to fuck with jason where he drafts a whole fucking bill for Gotham's local government to pass where they codify the process for people who die and come back to life. like they get charged with a misdemeanor, get slapped with a fine for lying to the government, etc, they're forced to go through INSANELY annoying amounts of paperwork to prove their identity all to fuck with Jason and even Bruce (who we know goes mia multiple times across multiple story lines). like just to get some revenge. like yes he's happy his brother and dad are alive but fuck if he isn't gonna fuck with them a little bit for what they put him through. like "hmm- wait. hey babe okay this is gonna sound crazy but i'm feeling petty but hear me out on this"

Warning: smut like immediately lmao

Halfway through the reader is like “Tim, I just want to fuck you. Please shut that pretty pretty mouth unless it is for kissing. Turn off that big brain and for once, just think with your dick for like an hour tops.”

And he’d be cool. Mouth shut and hands moving to undress you. Everything is good good. Great even. You have him exactly where you want him, which is on his back as you ride him. His fingers rubbing your clit as his other hand plays with your bouncing tits. And then he opens his mouth.

“It would also be a good tax benefit for Gotham if all the rogues did this every time they came back to life,” Tim said without stopping what he’s doing.

“Tim, rogues break like every law. They aren’t going to pay taxes,” you said before putting your hand over his mouth. “Shhh.”

And Tim started sucking your fingers and that’s surprisingly hot so the next thing you know, you’re clenching around him and Tim is cumming. He smiled up at your with a sated look as you pull your hand away and climb off. You cuddled next to him and started playing with his hair as he held you.

“But it’s a good idea. I’m just saying,” he shrugged.

“Mention it again and I’ll kill you and bring you back so you’re the first to go through it.”

#Tim drake x reader #Tim drake smut #batboy x reader #batboy smut #Red Robin x reader #Red Robin smut

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citrinesparkles · 3 years

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doctor todd.

jason todd x gender neutral vigilante!reader. 1,875 words. notes: requested by @jason-redhood as part of my hundred followers celebration! this got a lot longer than i intended, oopsies. thanks for requesting- hope you enjoy! warnings: tending wounds, mentions of food.

"y'know, lurking outside somebody's window is a good way to get yourself shot," jason called over his shoulder.

"i'll keep that in mind," you said, voice strained enough to shoot dread into his veins and draw his attention completely away from his work.

he set the gun he had been cleaning on the table and twisted around to find you gingerly sliding through the open window.

"hey," you mumbled, giving him a weak wave after your boots hit the floor. "sorry for not calling, i just..."

you were backlit, the glow of the city making it impossible to see your features from the dining area- but your posture alone was enough to have him shoving his chair back and crossing his apartment.

"how bad?" he asked, stopping a few steps back, now able to make out the tears in your suit and the bruises around your mask.

"pretty sure i sprained my wrist, and there's a poorly-bandaged gash on my leg, but otherwise i'm peachy."

"how bad's the leg?"

"i'm... not sure. bad enough that i think i need your help." you patted the windowsill with a gloved hand. "obviously."

he nodded and slid to your good side, gently resting a hand on your shoulder. "okay. c'mon, my stuff's in the bathroom."

"here." he handed you a pair of shorts and a large tank top. "change into this so i can get to the wounds, okay? i'll be right out here if you need anything."

"you're good!" you called.

he nudged the bathroom door back open and scooped your uniform up from the floor, carefully putting it in a canvas bag and tying the handles together before setting it in the tub to deal with later. "alright," he sighed, turning back to face you.

his clothes looked way too right on you, he realized, a wave of emotion he would vehemently deny surging through his chest and pushing heat to his neck and cheeks.

"alright?"

"okay. alright. uh-" he jerked a thumb at the counter- "up here, i guess, so i can see your leg."

you propped one foot on the toilet lid and braced your good hand against his shoulder, his hands instinctively coming up to hover around your waist as you pushed yourself up and settled next to the sink.

the grateful smile you gave him was enough to tug his lips into a smile of his own.

"you're up, doctor todd," you teased.

he stepped forward with a halfhearted eyeroll, fingers brushing the cloth tied hastily around your leg. "can i take this off?"

"go ahead."

he tugged gently at the knot, wincing when you inhaled sharply. "sorry."

the scrap fell away, revealing dried blood and an open wound on the outside of your thigh.

"yeesh, that is nasty," he said.

you scoffed lightly. "gee, thanks."

"hey, if you wanted a nice doctor, you probably should have gone somewhere else." he shifted to the side, grabbing a clean cloth and bottle of alcohol. "fair warning, you're really not gonna like me here in a minute."

your quick "i seriously doubt that." was greeted with a grin that felt a little too fond for his liking.

he told himself it was for your benefit.

...yeah, that sounded good.

he could live with that.

he made quick work of cleaning the gash, doing his best to distract you by making stupid small talk about the horrible movie he'd sat through that morning because the tv remote had been out of reach and the mediocre new coffee shop with dry blueberry muffins.

"was the coffee okay, at least?"

"okay, yeah, but not 'five-dollars-fifty' okay. if i hadn't been falling asleep in line i probably would have left when i saw the price."

"there's a nice one up by my place, they make the best blueberry muffins ever."

he hummed. "i'll keep that in mind, next time i'm over that way." he leaned back, studying your cut. "i think stitches would probably be smart."

you groaned. "of course they would."

"i'm okay to do them- i do them on myself- but if you want i can give you a lift to a hospital or something."

"no. if you can, i want you to do them. i trust you."

he sat with that for a minute, searching your face for any hesitation. when he found none, he nodded. "okay."

as you both expected, it sucked.

to make things worse, he was rapidly running out of mindless things to talk about.

how many times could two people really argue about pizza toppings before it got old?

"alright, done."

"holy shit, finally." you slumped back, leaning on your good hand for a moment before your head snapped back up. "no, not like- i meant thank you, you did great, i'm not being an ingrate-"

"i know, relax." he nudged your knee with a goofy smile. "here, gimme your wrist."

you pouted (which, yes, that was also adorable, much to his dismay), carefully stretching your bad arm out.

he took your hand gently, scooping it up in one of his and bracing your forearm up with his other. "it's actually not too bad, considering you hit hard enough to tear your glove. i'm gonna clean the scrapes here up, though, okay?"

"do i really get a choice?"

"it's your body, so, yeah."

you sighed dramatically. "fine, if you insist. go ahead, clean my wounds for me."

he was quiet this time, focusing intently on removing bits of dirt and stuff from your raw palm with a set of tweezers.

trying to ignore the way your eyes seemed to linger on him now that he was looking down.

he set the tweezers aside, glancing up at you to find you smiling at him thoughtfully, and dropped his gaze just as quickly as he had lifted it. "what, you enjoying making me do all the work?"

"you could say that, yeah."

he scoffed. "well, you're going to enjoy it a lot less in a second. time for the alcohol again."

"ugh."

he managed to dig up an old wrist brace in the back of his sock drawer. a little big for you, but it would work for now, he figured.

"may i?"

you nodded and held your arm back out for him to loop the brace over your thumb and tuck the velcro strap under and around, pulling it snug against your skin before sticking it to itself.

"last one, tough stuff." he pointed at your cheek, where a small patch of dried blood stained your skin. "ready?'

you nodded tiredly. "let's just get this over with. this counter isn't as comfortable as it looks."

he chuckled, dampening the softest cloth he had and wringing it out. "sorry, i didn't think i needed to get an apartment with counter cushions." he raised his left hand up, hovering an inch or so below your chin. "uh, can i..?"

your eyes widened, glancing at his hand. "oh, uh, sure. yeah."

he moved slowly, raising it to cup your chin softly with his middle and forefinger on one side and thumb on the other. "this okay?"

"mhm." your eyes slid shut and he could almost believe that you sank into his touch.

if it wasn't absolutely insane, anyway. his touch wasn't exactly the kind people sank into- much less people like you. people that good, that caring, that stunning? yeah, no.

he tilted your head to the side slightly, rubbing gentle circles across your cheekbone with the cloth and watching as the blood faded.

"so, who did this?" he asked softly, casually.

apparently not casually enough, though, because you snorted at him. "why, you think you need to go avenge me? defend my honor or something?"

"no! i'm just curious. just... making conversation."

your eyes opened, amusement dancing in them and threatening to hypnotize him. "good. i shouldn't have to tell you who won that fight, jay."

"well, i mean, you are missing a chunk of your thigh."

"aw, is the big bad vigilante worried about lil old me?"

he squeezed your face gently, pushing your cheeks up and forward into a goofy fish face. "it's rude to tease the guy tending to your wounds, babe."

he definitely didn't imagine your breath hitching. "babe, huh?" you asked playfully.

"shut up," he grumbled. "don't make me regret helping."

"alright, looks like that's the last scrape. you're all cleaned up."

"thanks, jason." you smiled up at him, soft and warm and genuine. "i really appreciate this."

"yeah, yeah." he squeezed your jaw again. "try not to make it a habit."

"mhm." a moment passed quietly before you spoke quietly. "so, you gonna do something here, or can i have my face back?"

he froze.

your mouth- which he was really trying not to look at- shifted into a confident smirk, a challenge written clearly in the angle of your lips.

your eyes, bright under the harsh lighting, told a different story. one of vulnerability, and want, and something close to fear.

"do you want me to?" his voice was hoarser than he'd intended, and he swore you could hear his heartbeat echoing in it.

your gaze dipped to his lips. "would it make everything super weird?"

"you just came crawling through my window in the middle of the night in a mask and kevlar. i think things are already weird."

he felt your hum under his fingers. "then why not?"

"do you really want me to answer that?"

"jason, will you please just kiss me already?"

"well, you did say please." he leaned in slowly, giving you every opportunity to slip away or yell 'sike!'

all you did was bring your good hand up to his collar and pull him towards you.

your lips were soft and gentle, and the way they pulled upwards slightly when his hand slid from your jaw to cup your cheek was something he'd be thinking about for weeks.

when he eventually pulled back, it took him a moment to open his eyes. he was half convinced that if he did, it would be to his bedroom ceiling, the past half an hour all a dream.

instead, he found your fond gaze.

"finally."

he let out a huff of laughter, thumb running over your cheek. "you should stay here tonight."

"w-"

"not like that," he clarified quickly. "you have stitches, you shouldn't go leaping across rooftops tonight. i can take the couch."

"hm." you smoothed out his shirt collar, the barely-there brush of your fingers against his shoulder almost tugging a whine out of him. "or i can take the couch, and then you can take me home in the morning and let me treat you to an actual blueberry muffin."

"are you asking me out?" it was a teasing comment, paired with a tiny smirk meant to fluster you.

but it was also a reality check.

you seemed to catch the second meaning. "yeah, i am. would you, please, let me take you out on a date?"

"i'll have to check my calenda-"

"you're so full of it."

"yeah, probably."

"is that a yes?"

he laughed, bringing his other hand up to squeeze your knee. "yeah, i can let you take me on a date. i could use a good muffin."

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marauderundercover · 3 years

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This Side of Normal Ch. 7

AO3

Marinette Dupain Cheng didn’t have a normal life. On the contrary, some would call her life Miraculous. Well, one would. And she would whack him every time. As much as she loved her brother (in all but blood) Adrien, she couldn’t stand his puns most of the time. After he first lost his arm a year ago at the final battle against Hawkmoth, she let him get away with a lot of puns and awful jokes. Because she blamed herself for his injury. She should’ve been able to fix him. But she wasn’t. She still blamed herself some days, but she no longer laughed at every single one of his puns. He knew she hated them, and it was better for her mental health to let him know how awful they were. She’s stirred from her thoughts by Adrien nudging her, obviously trying to get her attention.

“Where are we going for our spring break trip? You helped Mme. Bustier plan that, right?” Adrien asks. She frowns, not sure what brought that topic up.

“We’re going to spend a week in New York and then a week in London. Why?” She asks, confused at his worried expression.

“Okay well, maybe you should tell Mme. Bustier that. Because she just said that we’re spending two weeks in New Jersey.” Adrien says with a grimace.

“WHAT!?” She yells, jumping out of her seat.

“Marinette! I was trying to go over the details of the trip. I’m very disappointed in you. You know better than to interrupt like that.” Mme. Bustier says, shaking her head with a small frown. Marinette’s face turns red and she drops back into her seat, muttering an apology.

“What do you mean we’re going to New Jersey? What’s even in New Jersey?” She asks Adrien in a hushed whisper, conscious of the glares from Lila at the front of the room but determined to ignore them any way she can.

“Gotham, apparently. And the Wayne family. According to Lila, she can get us in for a tour at Wayne Enterprises and Gotham Academy and every other thing the Waynes do. Because she’s dating Damian Wayne, didn’t you know?” Adrien explains, lip quirking in amusement. Marinette groans, dropping her head onto their table.

“Do you realize now I’m going to have to arrange at least part of that? Or we won’t have anything to do and we’ll be stuck in some random city for two whole weeks.” Marinette says, a headache already forming.

“Or, or, hear me out. You could just let her fail. And the trip will flop and everyone will see that she’s awful.” Adrien says. It was a much different response than what he would’ve had a year ago. But the defeat of Hawkmoth and the revelation that his father was a supervillain was enough to alter Adrien’s world view. He wasn’t hopelessly optimistic anymore. He was more cynical. He was still insanely kind, but he didn’t give out his kindness to people who didn’t deserve it. Like the lying bitch in their class.

“I don’t wanna be stuck in a hotel with her for two weeks.” Marinette points out with a grimace. “Wait a minute, why does Gotham sound familiar?”

“Probably from when you were friends with Alya. Batman and his whole team is from Gotham.” He says, slumping down in his seat so that he can continue to whisper to her.

“Oh goody. Crime capital of the US and Lila decides to lie her way into the city. But it wasn’t enough for just her to be targeted. Oh no, she had to get our entire class involved. Yippee.” Marinette snarks, shoving her face back into her folded arms on the desk. It was too much for this early. Time for a nap.

---

After submitting a five thousand word essay on how beneficial a tour of Wayne Enterprises would be and an additional three thousand word essay to Gotham Academy on the benefits of having an exchange class for a week, Marinette was pleased to say that their trip to Gotham wouldn’t be completely boring.

In fact, it would be similar enough to what Lila had lied that hopefully, she wouldn’t be blamed for messing anything up. Sure, they wouldn’t have personal tours from the Wayne family or an invitation to the Spring Gala that the Waynes were hosting, but at least they’d have something to do in Crime City. Hopefully with the amount of security at both Gotham Academy and WE, they wouldn’t run into too many villains. After three years under Hawkmoth, she never wanted to deal with a villain again. Unless she could punch him or her in the face. Then yeah, she’d happily meet a villain. But seeing as it’s highly frowned upon to piss off a Gotham villain like that, she’d prefer to just not see one at all. Would certainly make things easier.

Marinette huffs, glaring at the mess of clothes falling out of her suitcase. She’d started packing two days ago, and then yesterday discovered that she packed the outfit she wanted to wear on the plane. So then she had to take everything out, but then she couldn’t find the outfit and after throwing everything around she found the outfit. Still in her dresser. And now she had a huge mess falling out of her suitcase and not enough time left to pack neatly. Not if she wanted to get any sleep.

“Hey Adrien, can you give me a hand?” She asks, beginning to fold the mess of clothes back up. He’s silent for a minute, and then she hears a click. She sighs and looks up just in time to catch the arm he threw at her.

“There you go!” He says cheekily, a wide grin on his face as he hangs upside down from her bed. She narrows her eyes.

“You know what I meant, you absolute menace.” She deadpans. He snorts before dropping down, landing gracefully and catching the arm she throws back at him.

“You know you love me, Bug.” He says, helping her fold her clothes.

“Unfortunately.” She says with a dramatic sigh. “You hear from Jay yet this week?”

“Yeah. Told me, and I quote ‘stop annoying Pixie Pop with your lameass jokes kid. I can’t protect you from her fury from across the ocean’.” He says with a laugh.

“At least he knows I’d best you in a fight.” She says with a hum. Adrien sputters, an offended look on his face as he slams her last shirt into her suitcase.

“That is not what that meant!” He argues with a pout.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, Kitty.” She says, zipping the suitcase shut and trying hard to ignore the bad feeling settling deep into her stomach. Something was going to happen in Gotham, and she wasn’t sure if it would be good or bad.

---

Of course the class would leave them on their first full day in Gotham. It made sense. They’d hated Mari before Hawkmoth’s reveal. And after Hawkmoth’s reveal, they were hesitant around Adrien. Even with the whole ‘my dad cut off my arm’ thing. So honestly, leaving the two of them stranded at the hotel was just par for the course.

“At least we’re together.” Marinette says bitterly, thinking of the fact that the class would be getting to tour Wayne Enterprises. A place that she had worked hard to allow them to tour.

“Come on Mari, look on the bright side.” Adrien says, grabbing her hand and tugging her along.

“What bright side? We were left behind, in Gotham, of all places. What could possibly be good about this situation?” She asks, slightly dragging her feet as he tugged her along behind him.

“Mmmm, the fact that Wayne Enterprises is only a block away.” He says with a grin. She straightens immediately, actually keeping up with his pace now instead of allowing herself to be dragged behind him.

“Why didn’t you lead with that?” She asks, shaking her head in faux disappointment. He shrugs.

“I like a little chaos.” He says. Marinette opens her mouth to snark back at him, but is instead silenced by the building in front of her. Wayne Enterprises was slightly intimidating, but she was still amazed by its design. It was modern and sleek and her hand twitched towards the sketchbook in her purse. She could just imagine skirts with the same sleek shapes and dark colors, suits whose build was used to make the wearer look taller. Just as she’s about to pull out her sketchbook, she sees a familiar head of hair walking into the building. Dark hair with a white streak. But-

“Was that Jason?” She asks, suddenly far more interested in the man who just walked in. Adrien’s gaze snaps to where hers is, frowning at the closed door.

“I don’t know, but let’s go see.” He says, and this time, she’s the one tugging him. Their class completely forgotten. Until they walk through the doors and hear the incessant chatter and noise that comes with being around Lila Rossi. But not enough that is enough to deter the two from their goal. Especially when the man they’d followed turns around, a familiar face set into a scowl.

“Jay!” Marinette calls, waving at him. The man’s scowl instantly drops into a wide smile and he rushes past the class, sweeping the two up into a huge hug.

“Pixie! Kid! What are you two doing here?” He asks, holding them close.

“Jay-Jay, can’t breathe.” Mari says, letting out a puff of air as he sets them down gently.

“Hey Jay!” Adrien says, a wide smile on his face, one of the most sincere smiles Mari had seen in a while. She felt her own face fall into an easy smile. After a year apart, they were together again.

“Uh. Jason? Job, remember?” A voice asks, pulling the three out of their reunion. Jason looks at the man and rolls his eyes.

“Yeah, Dick, thanks. I’d completely forgotten why I came all the way here.” He snarks, no venom in his tone.

“Did you just-” Marinette starts to ask, uncertain if he was calling the man a name or?

“Shit, I forget that even though you speak it just fine, English isn’t your first language. His name is Richard, but ‘Dick’ is a nickname for Richard. It’s what he usually goes by.” Jason explains, snorting at the look on her face. She huffs and rolls her eyes.

“Well excuse me, Mr. To be fair, you calling someone that wouldn’t be out of the question. You have shitty language a lot of the time.” She teases with a smirk.

“That’s it. You’re disowned. I no longer claim you as my little sister.” He says, turning around dramatically and walking away. Marinette’s jaw drops at him. She looks at Adrien who just smirks, and then at Dick who just looks confused with the entire situation.

“What the hell was that? I thought I was the dramatic one.” She pouts.

“Looks like you’ve lost your touch Bug.” Adrien says, crossing his arms. Her eyes narrow.

“Is that a challenge?” She asks. He shrugs.

“Do with it what you will. Just don’t get him in trouble, I think he actually works here.” He says, glancing around the packed lobby. Marinette looks around and sighs. She didn’t want to make a scene with the class, and she definitely didn’t want Jason to get in trouble.

“I’ll get him later.” She mumbles, falling into place on Adrien’s right side naturally. The two walk in sync to the rest of the class, oblivious to the bewildered look given to them by Dick Grayson.

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odos-bucket · 3 years

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In Which Each of Bruce’s Kids Come Out to Him

and then he comes out to them

Dick

They’re working on opposite sides of the coffee table in one of the manor’s more habitable sitting room’s. It’s become a regular part of their weekday routine: Bruce finishes up whatever office work he has to do, while Dick does his homework, and talks about his day. Usually there are snacks involved. A parenting book Bruce had read recommended trying to get their work done together. It’s a good way to keep connected with their increasingly busy schedules.

“So anyways…” Dick’s story is starting to slow down a little bit, and the shift in tone has Bruce glancing up from his paperwork. “I should probably tell you, since, well, everyone knows at school now.” His voice is still conversational, and relaxed, but a little distracted.

Bruce shifts him his full attention.

“See, what happened was Cameron Josephs in my third period biology class came to school with nail polish on today, which I noticed with my clever detective skills, and promptly dismissed as unimportant, and everyone else noticed with their nosy pre-teen skills, and promptly lost their shi- I mean, minds over. And that was Mrs. Horton’s class, and she has absolutely no control over her students, so it sort of became this whole big thing. Kids were making fun of him, and other kids were yelling at them to knock it off, and he was just trying to do his work, but the rest of the class got into a big fight. And then Brad Cormick- he’s on my basketball team- made a homophobic joke, and we were sitting at the same table, and I could tell that he wanted me to laugh at it. So I told him to shut up, and said that I was bisexual, not that any of it really had anything to do with anything else that was going on, but it did get him to shut up, which was good. Except that I think it may have been because I have more friends than Cameron does, which is totally unfair, and everyone should just be nice to everyone else no matter what, but also I guess not really the point… The point is, yeah, I’m bi. Oh, also frog dissection got moved to tomorrow because one kid threw up.”

Dick takes a deep breath (finally) and a long sip of his juice, before immediately returning to doodling athletic stick figures in the margins of his algebra homework.

Bruce studies him for a moment, trying to figure out what kind of response is expected of him, what would be helpful for Dick to hear. He’s really not very good at this kind of thing.

He’s saved from the risk of putting his foot in his mouth when the science class story continues.

“Are frogs really that gross? I don’t think they are. But I guess our basement is filled with guano, so maybe my tolerance is heightened by regular exposure to the substance most frequently equated with insanity.”

Dick hadn’t seemed nervous before coming out, or relieved after. And if he’s not going to make it into a big deal then neither is Bruce, even if a part of him feels pleasantly warmed by the casual show of trust.

Jason

Bruce loves picking up his kids from school. It’s not something that his schedule allows him to do very often, and Jason- as Dick had been before him- always seems pleasantly surprised to see him. It’s a little thing in the grand scheme, but it’s just nice, normal. And he would never say it out loud- he’s not sure why, he knows he should- but he cherishes the little bit of extra time spent with his boys.

But today Jason isn’t happy to see him.

Bruce pulls up to the curb, and only has to scan the crowd of teenagers for a few seconds before spotting him. He’s on a bench with another student, their shoulders pressed together despite wide swaths of free space available on either side of them. Jason’s pointing out something in a textbook, while the other boy plays with his free hand.

Bruce pulls slightly to the side to let another car drive around him, figuring he’ll give Jason a few minutes to finish up, and notice that Bruce is there, rather than call out and risk embarrassing him.

It’s not even a full minute before they make eye contact across the lot, and immediately something in Jason’s expression changes. His eyes go wide and startled, his posture suddenly tightened. In one fast motion he shuts his book with both hands, muttering something to his friend as he practically throws himself off the bench.

Now feeling on high alert, Bruce sweeps an intense gaze over the school yard for anything that could have upset his son. He doesn’t manage to spot anything before Jason arrives at the car and pulls himself into the backseat (where he never sits, unless the front is already occupied). He starts talking before Bruce can ask what’s wrong.

“That wasn’t what it looked like!”

Bruce frowns, and looks over both Jason and the area in front of the school in an attempt to identify something that isn’t like how it looks.

“He just-“ Jason flinches, seemingly realizing something wrong with whatever he’d been about to say, and cuts himself off with a sharp breath. “I mean-“

Feeling lost is by no means a new part of parenthood for Bruce, and he’s sure it’s something he’ll experience many more times going forward. But, god, he really hates not understanding what’s going on, not knowing what to do, and he doubts that he’ll ever get used to it.

“Jason,” he tries. “Slow down.”

“Yes, sir,” Jason answers automatically. “Sorry.”

It’s been over a year since Jason’s called him ‘sir’ and the sudden reintroduction of the honorific sends a cold chill down Bruce’s spine. For a second they just stare at each other, with what Bruce is pretty sure are matching expressions of partially concealed horror.

“Jason,” he says more quietly.

“I know,” Jason interrupts. “I’m sorry. Please-“ He stops himself, covering his mouth before he can finish the thought, and then just as quickly lowering the hand back to his lap.

Another silence follows, short but harrowing. Then finally Bruce makes a rare admission

“I have no idea what’s happening right now.”

Jason stares at him, and the wider his eyes get the younger he looks, and the more Bruce wants to scoop him up into his arms. But he just waits, and tries not to look too expectant.

“I-I was holding hands with Derek,” Jason breaths out.

“…Alright?” He’s heard that name before. Jason doesn’t have as many friends at school as Dick had, so they’re a little easier to keep track of, even if Bruce has only ever met any of them in passing. “Is this someone you’re worried I’ll embarrass you in front of?” He asks after a brief pause.

Jason keeps staring at him, expression crinkling as his breathing grows erratic.

Bruce finds himself automatically exaggerating his own inhales and exhales, resting the side of one hand against his sternum, to remind Jason of some of their breathing exercises.

“That’s it, chum,” he says as he sees it slowly begin to work. “Everything’s okay.” For all he knows- or doesn’t know- right now it might not even be true, but dammit for his kid he will make everything okay.

“Everything’s okay,” Jason obediently echoes.

Bruce takes his hand off his chest, and starts to reach towards him. But Jason flinches away from him, not as violently as he had back when they were still new to each others’ lives, but it’s enough to make Bruce feel sick. He can practically feel the wrongness of it squeezing his heart into shards as he slowly withdraws his arm back into the front seat. He had truly thought that they had gotten past this.

“I’m sorry, Jay,” he says softly, a small concession to the part of himself that wants to beg his son’s forgiveness for whatever he’s done to make him afraid. “I’m so sorry.”

Jason’s not looking at him anymore. His head is down, and his gaze is fixed on his knees.

Bruce hesitates.

“I’ll never hurt you.” It’s a reassurance he had thought they were past the point of needing, but if they aren’t he’ll say it as many times as he has to. “Never.”

“Are you mad?”

“Is there something particular that I’m supposed to be mad about?” Bruce asks carefully.

“... That I was holding hands with a guy,” Jason elaborates, after a steadying breath.

Oh, Bruce is an idiot. What kind of detective is he if he can’t even- He cuts himself off, realizing he can’t wait too long to respond to that.

“Of course not. That’s what this is about?”

“I never meant for you to find out,” is the response he gets. And doesn’t that just hurt like hell to hear?

“That you like boys?” Bruce confirms.

“And girls, both. But I didn’t know what you’d think, so I figured if I couldn’t be sure it was better to keep it to myself.”

Bruce closes his eyes, taking a second to calm his own breathing.

“I never want you to feel like that,” he says. “About anything. I’m sorry I didn’t make that clear. I love you, Jaylad, that isn’t contingent on anything.”

I wish I could have protected you from whatever it was that made you feel like this was something you had to hide. He doesn’t say it.

Jason is finally looking at him again, gaze thoughtful and careful. A long moment passes, before he surprises- and momentarily terrifies- Bruce by getting out of the car. But before he can react to that, Jason’s climbing into the passenger seat, and after a second of hesitation, leaning into Bruce’s side.

“Okay,” he says quietly, sounding a little choked up.

Bruce puts an arm around his shoulders. The closeness is a balm after the pain of having his son flinch away from him.

Tim

Tim isn’t supposed to come over today. His parents are in town, and Bruce had made a point of hiding his reluctance when he’d given Robin the week off, chastising himself for the empty nest syndrome he has no right to be experiencing- at least in regards to this particular child.

So he’s surprised when he hears Alfred’s throat clear, and looks up to see both Alfred and Tim lingering in the doorway to his office. It would be odd to see him here at this time of day even if they had been planning to go on patrol; sunset is still a few hours off.

Bruce immediately has a bad feeling. He knows it’s commonplace for the Drakes to disappear unexpectedly partway through whatever length of time they were meant to be spending at home. As Batman it’s made his life easier numerous times. As a parent it’s beyond his comprehension. If he still had his boys at home- but he can’t think about that, not without breaking down, and if Tim’s just been abandoned that’s the last thing he needs.

As he approaches the door, Alfred’s pointed look, and Tim’s vacant expression confirm that he’s right to be concerned.

“Tim.” He keeps his voice neutral. “I wasn’t expecting to see you today.”

He picks up on Alfred’s glare a fraction of a second too late to realize that he’s said the wrong thing.

“I’m sorry.” There’s something miserable in Tim’s voice, that makes Bruce want to bundle him up in a blanket. Before he can assure him that he has nothing to apologize for, Alfred cuts in.

“I told Master Tim that he’s welcome to stay with us for as long as he needs.”

Bruce nods automatically, looking down at Tim, who’s glassy expression looks a million miles away.

“Tim,” he says gently, eventually drawing the boy’s gaze, but feeling disconcerted by how delayed the response is.

Alfred leaves with a comment about putting a kettle on for tea, closing the door firmly but softly behind him. The sound it makes as it pulls all the way shut still makes Tim twitch.

“Do you want to sit down?” Bruce offers.

Tim stumbles a bit on his way to the couch. He’s so out of it; He won’t be patrolling tonight, even if his schedule’s suddenly open for it. Bruce sits down on the other side.

“Are they gone again?” He asks, trusting fully that the vaguely worded question will be completely understood.

There’s a worrying delay before Tim shakes his head, giving Bruce ample time to wish for Alfred back before he can register the response enough to be surprised by it.

“So...“ he begins uncertainly, before being cut off.

“I’m sorry,” Tim says again. “I don’t mean to be a bother.”

“You aren’t a bother, Tim.”

The- admittedly somewhat monotone- assurance just gets him a shrug.

“Can you tell me what happened?” He tries.

“Do I have to?” Tim asks after a long silence. “Can’t I just stay here?”

Bruce frowns.

“Of course you can stay here. But I think I really need to know what’s going on.”

Tim stares at him, eyes shining, mouth opening and closing several times before he speaks.

“Can I- Alfred says I can tell you something, and you won’t get mad?”

“Well, that depends on what it is,” Bruce says, thinking back on every time a robin has had something to tell him, but first wanted confirmation that he wouldn’t be angry.

Tim seems to shrink at his words, his breath catching audibly as he curls in on himself. Fuck, Bruce is bad at this.

“What do you have to tell me?” He asks.

“Well now I don’t know if I want to!” It almost comes out as a yell, strained by the sound of held back tears, and Bruce is a little taken aback.

“I’ll probably find out at some point,” he reasons.

There’s a beat of silence, and then Tim chokes on something that sounds like a suppressed sob.

No, no, no no. This isn’t supposed to happen. Bruce reaches out for him in an awkward and hastily aborted movement.

“I can’t,” Tim says after a minutes, tears streaking over his pale cheeks. “If you don’t-“ His voice catches. “I need you to let me stay here.”

Bruce’s heart hurts as he scooches a little closer, reaching out to rest a hand- hopefully not too awkwardly- on Tim’s shoulder.

“Of course you can stay here,” he reiterates. “I told you you could stay here. Even if I’m mad at you you can stay here. If you-“ He searches for a moment. “-Took the batmobile out on a joyride, and drove it into the harbor, I’ll be mad at you, but you’ll still have a place here. One will never have anything to do with the other.”

Tim makes a noise that’s over too quickly for Bruce to be able to tell if it had been a laugh, or just more crying.

“Did Jason do that?” He asks in a hoarse voice.

“Dick,” Bruce corrects.

This time Tim definitely snorts, which has Bruce smiling in spite of himself.

“Did you do something worse than that?” He asks.

It’s meant to be a joke, but Tim makes an unhappy face at the question.

“I- no!” He says, defensive, but confident. “I didn’t do anything wrong!”

Bruce gives his shoulder a squeeze before releasing it.

“Then why would I be mad at you?”

The humor that had begun to make its way into Tim’s expression disappears again, and Bruce curses himself.

“Mom and Dad were mad,” he says quietly.

Bruce scowls. He tries pretty hard not to let his dislike of Jack and Janet show around Tim- though he’s long suspected the young detective can tell- but it’s harder to hide sometimes than others.

“You said they were still home,” he remembers. “Tim, did they kick you out?” He does his best to keep the anger out of his voice.

And then he finds himself doing his best to keep the anger off of his face when it takes Tim a moment to answer the question.

“I don’t think forever,” he says uncertainly. “Just- They said they needed time to think about it, to d-decide what to do.”

The slight stutter puts him over the age, and fury starts to trickle into Bruce’s voice.

“To think about what?” He demands. Hell, that place is more Tim’s home than it is theirs. They have absolutely no right to ask him to leave! And where the hell do they expect him to go? Bruce forces himself to clench his jaw, and take deep breaths.

“...I’m gay,” Tim finally says.

Bruce stares at him for the second that it takes for the words to register, and connect back to the rest of the conversation.

“That’s it?”

He’s wincing at himself before the question is all the way out of his mouth, immediately convinced that he’s said the wrong thing again. But then, to his immense relief, he realizes that Tim has started laughing. It isn’t deep, or sustained. His voice is still a little weak, and his eyes are still a little red. But he’s definitely laughing, and Bruce realizes vaguely that a robin laughing is still his favorite sound in the world.

“That’s it,” Tim confirms, on the tail end of his laugh.

“Oh, Tim.”

Bruce doesn’t give himself a chance to second guess the motion before he pulls the boy into a hug, satisfied that it was the right course of action when he feels Tim melt against him.

“Of course I’m not mad, of course I’m not mad,” he repeats like a mantra. “I’m sorry I let you think I would be. You’re right, you didn’t do anything wrong.”

A few seconds pass, and he realizes there’s a wet patch at his shoulder where Tim’s face is buried. Bruce freezes, totally unsure of what he’s done wrong this time.

“I’m sorry,” Tim breaths out. “I- thank you. Thank you! I don’t know what I would have done if- I- I don’t want to be alone!”

“Not alone,” Bruce promises. “You’re not alone. It’s okay. You’re going to be okay.”

Tim presses closer, and Bruce takes it as a cue to tighten his hold.

Alfred finds them like that a few minutes later, Tim curled up in his arms, while Bruce cycles through reassurances. The look they exchange is enough to confirm that they’re both thinking the same thing: this kid is ours.

Cass

One day Cass hangs a little pride flag up on her door. Later in the week when she catches Bruce glancing at it, she comes up to him, gives the flag a meaningful nod, before just saying, “Girls!” in a happy voice, giving him a hug, and disappearing down the hall.

Damian

Bruce can identify every member of his family by their knock, but Damian’s is particularly distinctive. Not just because it tends to come from a lower part of the door, but because Damian has cultivated a strong knock, the way businessmen cultivate a strong handshake. It’s a very confident and determined sound, that he often finds himself stifling a smile at, knowing that that isn’t at all the intended reaction.

“Come in,” he calls, and there’s no pause before Damian strides into his office, confident as ever. When he speaks however, the undercurrents of his voice tell a different story.

“Father, there is something I wish to discuss with you.” There are a few hesitations, that don’t quite manage to turn into stutters in his voice, ones it’s unlikely anyone outside of their family would notice.

Bruce doesn’t comment on them, just nods for Damian to sit down and continue.

His legs don’t fully reach the floor. Something else that Bruce has learned not to let himself smile at.

“Grayson says…” he begins confidently, before trailing off.

Bruce just raises an eyebrow for him to continue, not feeling like he has enough information to put anything together from at the moment.

“Richard says,” Damian continues more carefully. “He came out to you as bisexual when he was around my age?”

Bruce nods. He has a feeling that he knows where this is going this time.

“He did.”

“He said that you were okay with it?”

Bruce nods again.

“Dick is my son. My love for him isn’t conditional, certainly not on that. There’s nothing wrong with not being straight.”

Damian had broached the topic using Dick as a proxy, so Bruce had followed his lead and assumed that Damian would know to automatically apply the assurance to himself. But Damian’s face just falls into a puzzled frown.

“So why…” he begins, before changing track. “Richard isn’t your biological son.”

Bruce frowns back.

“Damian, you know that doesn’t make a difference to me. I don’t love your siblings any less because they’re not-”

“I know,” Damian cuts in. “It isn’t about loving us differently.” He says it very matter of factly. “I have the ability to carry on your bloodline, whereas they do not.”

“That ability isn’t an obligation,” Bruce says, wondering why his kids never seem to be able to just worry about normal things. “And it’s certainly not something that you need to be thinking about at thirteen years old.”

Damian nods slowly, staring down at the desk with a look of intense concentration, before slowly raising his gaze to Bruce.

“Mother and Grandfather said that you wouldn’t like it, if I wasn’t interested in girls,” he says quietly.

Bruce sighs. of-fucking-course they did. He gets up from his chair, and moves around the desk to kneel in front of Damian.

“Well they’re wrong,” he says simply. “And they had no right to lead you to believe that it would make any difference to me. Just like I don’t love your siblings any less, my love for you is no more conditional. Understand?”

It takes a moment, but Damian nods.

“All right. In which case, I suppose... I’m gay.”

“And I’m proud of you,” Bruce says, before pulling his son into a hug.

Bruce

Bruce looks at his assembled family, and begins to feel a strange sense of trepidation tickling at the edge of his consciousness.

They’re all here. Trying to get the whole family together all at once is like pulling teeth. But he told them it was important, and they all came. There have been plenty of points over the course of the years when that wouldn’t have happened. And even though they’ve all been pretty settled with each other for a while now, he never wants to take for granted having his whole family together- not that he thinks the part of him that only seems to settle when he has all of his children within arm’s reach would let him.

The comfort of having them all be together is overwhelming, but the trepidation is still there, just like it probably always will be any time he manages to round up the courage for anything resembling feelings talk.

They’re all in one of the living rooms, sprawled in a comfortable half circle across various couches and chairs.

“There’s something I wanted to tell you all,” Bruce starts to say.

“Are you dying?” Stephanie asks casually.

Beside her, Cass freezes, looking horrified.

“I’m not dying,” Bruce says quickly.

At the same time Steph rubs a hand up and down Cass’s arm and assures her she was kidding.

“Not like he’d tell us if he was,” Dick says.

He knows it’s meant to be a joke, just like Stephanie’s question had been, but it still sends a chill through him. Mostly because he can’t say for sure that Dick is totally wrong; it’s the kind of thing he easily could have kept to himself. But then he sees the uncertain frown that Damian is giving him, and Cass’s wide, anxious eyes, and decides that he has to be wrong.

“I’m not dying,” he repeats, reaching out for Tim who’s sitting closest to him, and who’s been staring very intently at the floor since the topic came up.

Tim leans into the touch without shifting his position.

“And I would tell you,” he adds seriously, feeling absolutely wracked with guilt over the fact that up until this moment he doesn’t know if he would’ve been able to claim that with any certainty.

“I swear, if there’s anything wrong with me, all of you will know as soon as possible.” By the time it comes out of his mouth, he knows he means it with total certainty.

“I think we’re all pretty tuned into the fact that there’s something wrong with you,” Jason offers, and the tension in the room breaks.

Bruce smiles despite himself. That was agonizing. Compared to that getting on with the conversation he’d previously been so apprehensive to have will be a relief.

“What did you want to tell us?” Duke asks.

“It can be… difficult for me to articulate what it means to me whenever one of you trusts me enough to share something about yourself. I thought that I owed it to all of you to return the favor, and share a… recent discovery of mine.” He stumbles through it as awkwardly as he’d expected to.

“This is weird,” Stephanie stage whispers.

“I’m bisexual,” Bruce admits.

“Bruce!” Dick says excitedly.

“Unacceptable,” Jason cuts in. “We already have enough of that nonsense in this house!”

Tim kicks him in the side.

“Well, seeing as it’s an option, I for one prefer the idea of you pursuing romantic entanglements that bear no risk of resulting in pregnancy.”

“Noted, Damian.”

“I’m happy for you, B,” Tim says. “It can be hard figuring yourself out.”

“Thank you, Tim.”

“Is that it?” Duke asks. “I mean, not that it’s not a big deal- and I’m happy for you too by the way- it’s just that most of our family meetings involve addressing some kind of crisis.”

“That’s it,” Bruce admits.

“Perhaps- seeing as we’re all here anyways- we could take this opportunity to have dinner together as a family for once,” Alfred offers.

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Let's Play a game - CH.3

Chapter three of let's play a game, as usual pick your own Jude. I know I have!

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If Jude Hastings thinks he can show up at my family brunch and act like he wasn’t committing an act of war, he sure had another thing coming.

I was going to be the best’ girlfriend’ this man had ever seen. I was going to be such a convincing girlfriend that his parents would be begging him to propose to me by the time I break his heart. I was going to be that girl that all his friends, colleagues and all his family compare his next girlfriend to.

I was going to be the girl who destroyed Jude Hastings for other women.

“Hi.” I smiled at the female officer who sat at the front desk. She looked borderline depressed with her piles of paperwork around her. “I’m here to see Jude Hastings.”

“Name.” She drawled out.

“Darcy Edwards.” I plastered the fakest smile on my face as she picked up her desk phone.

“What is your reasoning to see Officer Hastings?”

“I’m his girlfriend,” I held up the picnic basket by my side as the woman eyes widened. “And I brought him dinner.” I put the basket on the bench and riffled through finding the container of cupcakes I’d baked - Oh yeah, I’d also baked dessert - “Cupcake?” I offered the now open container of sugary sweets to the woman who looked at them like they’d offended her entire family. “There is chocolate and vanilla.” She didn’t speak, just kept looking at me.

“Hastings… There’s a woman here to see you.” She looked me up and down. “Claims she’s your girlfriend.”

“Darcy.” I prompted right as she put the phone down.

“He’ll be out in a few minutes if you sit down.” She mumbled before looking back down at her open file.

I guess that’s a no to the cupcake, then.

I pulled the container back, shoving the lid back on and storing it back inside the basket before walking over to the waiting chairs. I put the basket on one and began to fiddle with my dress.

A long summer maxi dress with sandals was the best accompaniment to this whole dinner scheme of mine. Not only was it workplace appropriate, but it gave off this virginesque vibe which would only help me win over his colleagues.

Hastings would have no clue what was hitting him.

“Darcy?” I turned at the familiar voice. Standing holding the door open was Jason Sato. Hastings partner and one of the many people I’d gone to high school with who didn’t seem to want to leave this damn town. “I didn’t actually believe him when he told me you were here to see him.” He began to laugh.

“What do you mean?” I picked the basket up and walked towards him. “Is Jude coming?” I held the basket up slightly. “I made him dinner.”

“Is it poisoned?”

“What?” I faked as gasp - poisoning it would have been too obvious. “Why would it be poisoned.”

“Because the last time you made food for him, you put laxatives in it.” Oh yeah.

“That was high school, Jason.” I gave a giggle. Sweet and innocent. “Besides, I wouldn’t want to poison my boyfriend; he’s too cute for that.”

“It was only two years ago,”

“Was it?” I tapped the side of my head gently. “Bad memory.”

“So you and Jude finally put it all behind you, huh.”

“Sure did.” I smiled as Jude appeared behind him. “Hi Bunny.” I beamed at him. Relishing in the way, his smile dropped at the use of his new nickname.

“Bunny?” Jason tried to hold in a laugh as I nodded idiotically. “Wow.”

“What you got in there?” Hastings pointed to the basket.

“I made your favourite.” I lifted the basket some more. “Egg salad sandwiches and cupcakes.”

“Egg sandwiches are your favourite food?” Jason raised an eyebrow at Hastings. Absolutely not. He hated egg salad sandwiches.

“Picnic food it is.” Hastings amended.

“Did you want to join us for dinner?” I stepped towards Hastings, who wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me back against him. “I made plenty for everyone.” Jason looked between Hastings and me. “You don’t mind, do you, Bunny?” I looked up at Hastings with a wide smile, the smile only becoming broader as I heard Jason let out a snort of laughter.

“Of course not,” Hastings grimaced, leaning down kissing my cheek.

“I am only saying yes because I want to see more of this.” Hastings grabbed my hand and led me through the police officers towards their break room. I made sure to smile and wave at everyone who looked at us, cementing myself as the polite and sweet girlfriend I was.

“How has your day been?” I asked Hastings as I began to grab all the items out of the picnic table, laying them out in front of the two seated men. “Catch any bad guys today?”

“Not yet.” Hastings grabbed a can of root beer I put down in front of him. “How has your day been, babe?”

“Babe?” I pushed my bottom lip out in an exaggerated pout. “You never call me babe.”

“What does he call you then?” Jason asked mid-bite.

“He usually calls me wifey.”

“You what?” Jason spun to look at Hastings while I struggled to keep the shit-eating grin off my face.

“What can I say? When I see something, I want I go for it.” He picked up one of the sandwiches. When he sat back down correctly, he looked at me again, maintaining eye contact as he began to smile. “But, baby. If you’re happy to let people know I intend to make you my wife, then I’m happy to call you that in public. I just thought you didn’t want people to know.”

A challenge.

“Of course Bunny.” I walked around the table and sat down in his lap. “You know I want nothing more than to win this big heart in here.” I tapped his chest. “If you want everyone to know you intend to marry me, then I’m okay with it if you tell them.” Do it, Darcy. Win this one. “It’d make me happy, actually.” I kissed his lips, fighting off the bile that rose with the action.

“Sato.” A voice bellowed from beyond the break room, giving me a reason to break the bile raising kiss. “Call for you at your desk, line three.” Jason stood up slowly, looking at us as if we were some mutation.

“Right, coming.” He called back to the voice. “I’ll be right back.”

“Okay.” I smiled, watching Jason walk out, the door shutting behind him.

“Is this your feeble attempt at a surprise attack,” Hastings whispered in my ear, his chin resting on my shoulder.

“You mean like yours from this morning?”

“I didn’t think we were playing dirty, Edwards.”

“We weren’t, then you crashed family Sunday brunch.”

“You needed your wallet,”

“Then you shouldn’t have lifted it from my purse.” I turned to look at him. “You started this. I’m finishing it.”

“Oh no, this is just the beginning… Wifey.” A twisted smirk covered his lips. “You know that comment I made about no more pranks.”

“Of course,” I remembered everything he said that morning.

“I take that part back.” He nodded towards my outfit. “After this little prank, I think everything is fair game.”

“Prank?” I shook my head. “This is no prank. I wanted to make my big strong man some dinner.” I poked his cheek as I spoke.

“You know I hate eggs.”

“No, I knew eggs give you insane gas,”

“Tamato, tomato.”

“Whoopsies.”

“I’m not eating them.” He looked at the sandwich.

“What’d I miss.” Jason sauntered back in.

“Nothing.” I turned back to him. “Jude was just going to try the sandwiches and tell me what he thought.” I spun around to face Hastings. “Isn’t that right, Bunny.”

“Darcy…”

“It took me a long time to make it all, the sandwiches and the cupcakes.”

“It’s lovely of you, Darcy.”

“Thank you, Julian. If only my boyfriend felt the same way.”

“Try one, man. They’re good.” Julian slid a sandwich over to him. Julian and I both watched as Hastings disgruntledly unwrapped the foil that wrapped the sandwich. Taking half of it, he brought it to his lips.

“Take a big bite! Make sure you get all the flavours.” I clapped my hands together. Honestly, I have never wanted anything more than for this sandwich to react badly with Hastings’s gut. The idea of people thinking he shit himself is nearly funnier than it would be if he actually shit himself.

“Of course.” He muttered, bringing the sandwich to his mouth. To my surprise, he took a massive bite out of it, more than I’d expected him t take. As he chewed, Jason and I watched on. “Wow,” He reached for the root beer, taking a long gulp. “Nice.”

“Try a cupcake now.” I grabbed one of the cupcakes and scooped the icing off with my finger. I was bringing it to my lips before Hastings redirected my finger to his lips. I felt his tongue work around my fingertip, sucking off all the sugary sweet vanilla icing.

“Okay, you two might just be enough to gross me out.” Jason broke us from our moment.

“That was my icing.” I sighed, pulling my finger back. I subtly wiped it on Hastings shirt, thankful that Jason couldn’t see.

“Delicious.” He laughed. “You should try one.” He looked over at Jason.

“Give me your finger, Darcy.” He winked at me.

“Sorry mate, But you’ll need to find your own girl.” His hands wrapped tighter around my waist.

“I should get going.” I unwrapped Hastings arms from around my waist. “I’ve got class tomorrow.”

“I finish in an hour. Why don’t you go to my place.”

“I don’t have clothes, Bunny.” I loved seeing a part of his soul die when I used that nickname, thank you, google.

“Well, go home, and I’ll swing by and get you on the way home.”

“He wants to romance you, Darcy, by the sounds of it.” Jason cackled, unwrapping a cupcake.

“Is that true?”

“Of course it is.” His hand ran down my back, stopping at the swell of my hip. “Romance is my middle name.”

“Now I’m sure your mother told me your middle name was Fredrick.”

“Oft.” Julian hissed. “That’s a sexy name right there.”

“Isn’t it just,” I giggled, throwing my hair over my shoulder. I knew by the look on Hastings’s face he wished I were dead right now, and I knew he could tell by the look on my face that I was loving this more than anything.

Payback is a bitch.

“I better go.” I picked up my purse and walked to the door. “Can you bring those back to me whenever?”

“I’ll bring them by tonight when I come to get you.” Jude stood and walked behind me. “I’ll be back.” He called over his shoulder. “Let’s go.” He swatted my ass, causing me to flinch forward. “Didn’t mind it the other night.” He winked.

“You bloody bastard.” I muttered under my breath as he scooted past me. “I’ll kill you.” I growled as he grabbed my hand, pulling me through the station. “When you get home, I thought we could take a bath together.” I began to rattle. “And maybe I can give you another facial, and we can watch the notebook.” I thundered as we passed by a group of highly masculine-looking officers. “Like we did last week, you seemed to like it. I’ll even use the pink face cream.”

“Jesus.” Hastings hissed, shaking his head. “I’ll walk you to your car.”

“You don’t have to.” I passed him pushing open the same door I’d entered only minutes ago.

“I’m walking you to your car,” He confirmed, holding the door open so I could move through the threshold. “C’mon.” His hand grabbed mine, pulling me along behind him. We passed by the silent woman on the front desk and out into the warming summer air. “You are -“

“Incredible?”

“No.”

“Amazing… Phenomenal… Astounding… bewildering… bewitching…”

“Insane… mad… cretinous.”

“Oh a big boy word.” We’d reached my car by now, but Hastings still wasn’t letting go of my hand. “Can I have my hand back now?”

“I don’t know.” He leant back against the car, pulling me into his chest. “I rather like the way it feels in mine.” His other wrapped around my waist, holding my body tightly to his.

“I think we need to clear some things up.” I tried to pull my hand back from him. “This whole facade thing doesn’t have to happen all the time… only when we’re around people.”

“No, sweetheart.” He nuzzled his nose into the underside of my jaw, breathing deep. “I’m going to make you fall madly in love with me.”

“Whose says I’m gonna let you?”

“Whose says your gonna stop me?” His lips crawled up my jaw before moving across the skin of my cheek towards my lips. He flipped us over, so I was trapped up against the car “Darcy,” When did his voice become so husky, and why is it sending a shiver up my spin. “Whose going to stop me?” Why did the idea of his lips on mine seem so appealing? Why did I feel like I was starving? And without the feeling of his lips against mine, I was going to die. “I don’t think you’re going to stop me, Darcy.”

He was right. I wasn’t going to stop him.

Without a second thought, I pulled his head, so our lips met. His hand let go of mine and ran up, grabbing onto my face, keeping me locked to him. My tongue traced his bottom lip. I wanted more. His lips left mine again, kissing all over the skin on my face.

“Baby.” I grabbed onto his face this time and reattached our lips. My hands wandered the expanse of his body, feeling all the muscles I was reluctant to remind myself about. “Darcy, we need to stop.” I shook my head against his lips, my own going to his neck. His hands left my body completely resting against the car on either side of my head as I kissed his neck. “Believe me, I don’t want to stop this either, but if we don’t - We’re going to end up naked on the street, and I don’t think that’s appropriate for an officer of the law.”

Dammit, he was right.

“Your right.” I pulled away from him, my chest heaving. “I should save shows like that for when people are around.” He let out a chuckle.

“What games do you have planned in that twisted head of yours.” His fingertips tapped my temple gently.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” I pushed his body away from mine, moving so I could open my drivers’ door.

“Well, was your show in there, was that how it was supposed to happen?”

“Let’s just say, it’s not exactly how I planned it - I expected more people wanting cupcakes, I mean they’re cupcakes c’mon - but it’s turning out better than I thought.” I stopped as I was about to step into the car. “You’re going to fall in love with me, Jude Hastings, and then I’m going to break your heart into a million little bits.” Disturbingly he smiled. Not the reaction you really wanted from a man when you tell him you’re not only going to break his heart but also shatter it into a million parts.

“I’m sure you will, Darcy.” He stepped back away from the door. “But I suppose the real question is, will I break yours first.”

“Don’t count on it.” I slipped into the car.

“I’ll see you soon.” He called out as I turned on the ignition. I rolled my window down and stuck my head out.

“You won’t see me if I don’t answer the door.”

“You will.” He winked before turning and walking back down the path we’d walked together moments ago.

As I took off, my mind was consumed by one thing.

Jude Hastings.

Thoughts of him clouded my senses as I drove, and the feeling of his hands on my hips as he pulled me closer to him left chills on my legs.

He was good, but I was going to be better.

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Feral Fatality

(Part 1)

So this has been in my works for a week now. You see, it was a typical day for me scrolling through Tumblr and visiting some....tags, and then a short drabble inspired me to write about a feral reader totally not because I was craving violence and murder no, which reached more than 4k words on the first draft so here we are! Shitty title, I know. The proofread work went over 7k, and it's not even finished yet. Once I'm done posting this and my main orc fic, I will get into the requests so please be patient!

Pairing: Jason Voorhees x Fem!Reader

Word count: 3k

Warnings: Brief blood and violence at the end of the first part

Contains: Swearing, mentions of neglect and abuse (not graphic)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Screams slit through the twilight as the frigid autumn wind blew harshly through the trees of Camp Crystal Lake. The rustling of bushes and cracking of twigs echoed as foolish teenagers attempted to escape, running for their lives when they were the ones who dared step foot in the place, tarnishing it with their sins.

Jason Voorhees, the innocent kid who died several years ago; pushed to the lake by his bullies and left to drown for being different and unsightly— all because the counselors were busy with their fucking business—, returned as an undead killing machine right after his mother murdered them and died. His sole purpose: to protect the land and purge the people who had no right to be here, sentencing them to a horrendous death.

One by one, they struck the ground, lifeless, either chopped into pieces, beheaded, or stabbed countless times by his trusty machete.

Limbs...ripped off with his bare hands.

The muffled snapping of branches reached your ears as the vehicle's wheels ran over them, stirring you from your nap. You rubbed your chilled skin under your clothes as you looked out of the window, thumping your forehead on the glass when you leaned forward the moment you saw the scenery. Trees, both ancient and young, their leaves varying in hues of green, orange and red, filled your line of sight. It was still early in autumn, your favorite time of the year, not hot but not too cold either. You watched in awe as the warm-colored leaves cascaded down from the branches and down to the ground, some carried by the wind farther from their origin.

The view did its best to distract you from a couple in session a seat before yours. They always seem to do that all the time, regardless of place or occasion.

This was a week-long getaway after graduation, they said.

Nothing but a white lie.

An excuse for the girls to hook up with their campus crushes, a week of fucking and smoking drugs.

You, however, just got invited —forced— by your "friend" Eloiza, the self-proclaimed hottest girl in the entire school, typical captain of the cheerleading squad; blonde and curvy. Her words were much too sugar-coated that even a deaf person could tell she had ulterior motives.

She only planned to use you as a tool to raise her fame. A stepping stone for her own gain.

That wasn't the only reason though.

Everyone knew who you were, but only by your name. News and rumors alike spread like wildfire through gossipy mouths. Your deeds were known throughout campus.

(Y/N)(L/N), top academic competitor and multiple-award winner, a straight-A student for five years in succession. Some believed you were a genius, the rest called you insane.

You wouldn't call yourself a genius though, you did not possess the obsessive need to acquire eternal knowledge and discover the secrets of the universe as most of them do, to effortlessly solve every problem that comes their way.

If that were the case, then you wouldn't be here in the first place.

You only love learning and indulging in the beauty of Mother Nature, plus a handful of hyper-fixations.

Fine, a buttload of hyper-fixations. And such came in handy in various situations.

You were unrivaled, not one of your peers could come close to your level of wit. Many people wished to have a brain like yours, and just as many hated you for even having one, praised you just as much as slandered your name and judged you.

Despite your reputation, the poor school didn't broadcast it, at least every time. The staff probably got tired of repeating the same phrase over and over again. Which caused more than half of the whole campus to never believe you to be the one behind all of that, laughing at your face when you said your name.

"You? The (Y/N) (L/N)? Ha! As if I'd fall for that! Everyone knows how she looks. You're the absolute opposite!"

"You got to be kidding me."

"You're a joker, aren't you? Is this a prank? If so please stop it, don't pretend like you're her."

Yep, and it goes on and on and on. They were right, you didn't look like someone who would win contests or excel in class.

You constantly wore clothes that hid your form, silent unless spoken to or asked to answer, distant and reserved, you preferred the company of books and nature to the rowdiness and prying hands of humans. A sociopath they deemed you. Quite an extreme word to use when you simply wanted to enjoy the only things that made you happy in this living hell.

You only know a handful of people who approached you first-hand and praised you genuinely, even asking for an autograph, which really surprised you.

Yet, they would never understand you even if you explained, because you can't, words evade you when it comes down to voice out what you feel. Even if you can, no one would care. And even if they did? You doubt it was real. Everyone wants to use you, and they seem to believe you'd let them. You didn't trust anyone. The last time you did only left you sobbing on the dirt.

You wanted to be left alone.

To connect with nature and get as far away as possible from your parents. Parents who kept shouting profanities at each other, the main cause for your depression and anxiety levels to skyrocket, the shaking turning into trembling, 7 hours of sleep to barely a blink.

That's why you agreed to go in the first place.

You hated your household—despised it— a mess of broken shards of bottles and ceramics littered your kitchen floor more often than not. You didn't bother cleaning it up anymore, your mother would just waste away her money on more things to break and throw them at your joke of a father when they fought anyway.

Not only that, you thought...No, you believed if you worked hard to be the best and win countless competitions, your parents would give you recognition and reconcile for your sake, but no, no, no. They didn't care one bit about you or your medals, it was as if you were never even included in their lives at all. Even birthday celebrations ceased to exist in everyone's books after your 13th.

So you gave up.

Down into the void, your wishful thinking went, that they'll become better people over time, that the attention and love you deserve will be given one day. Instead, you wallowed yourself in your studies, besting everyone in everything academic. Oh, but you weren't athletic. Far from it. Damn, you were getting thin and sleep-deprived from being neglected, dark circles under your eyes every time you looked at your reflection. People hating your existence wasn't helping, some teachers even suspected you of cheating.

There's no way in hell you'd let yourself get dragged down to end up like them! You were of legal age now, a fresh graduate from high school, you doubt your parents even knew that since they didn't fucking show up on your graduation day. You were moving out of that shithole of a town. Anywhere is better than where they breathed and spat their poison.

And so here you are. Standing in this breath-taking and mysterious place. Camp Crystal Lake, it is named, secluded, barely touched by modernization as it is hidden between mountains and trees as far as the eye could see. Not to mention its namesake, the lake, you imagined it would mirror the sky, be it day or night. You loved it, you adored the fresh, breathable air that went through you the moment you stepped out of the van.

You also knew about him.

Resolved to never go back to that goddamned house, you took everything you had and needed; the special little trinkets you've collected through the years shoved into a box, the few clothes you had, art materials, and your precious books carefully packed inside a big travel bag, along with your stocked up canned goods, convenience food, snacks, and toiletries.

And other, important things.

You hauled your baggage out of the van and got off, immediately moving to the side and away from everyone.

You got used to people ignoring you that you didn't care anymore.

Why waste your time with them when you can have all of it to yourself?

Eloiza led the group into the larger cabins, the others went straight into the lake for a swim. You even notice some teens disappear into the trees, most likely for a quickie.

In return, you stayed out of their way, fully satisfied being invisible and with your own company as you trudged to a cabin, the one you caught a glimpse of earlier in the van. It was a long way's separated from the rest, closest to the forest and hidden behind a few trees.

You were panting when you finally stopped in front of it, clearly not used to walking long distances and carrying stuff near as heavy as your weight.

Upon closer inspection, you found yourself gaping at its appearance. The wooden walls lost their color as they aged, white and brown mushrooms grew on the ground along with green moss sticking to the beams, and a few vines crawling their way up and on the roof. Despite all of that, the cabin looked sturdy still.

There's this "one with nature" vibe that drew you to it, like a string pulling you closer and inviting you. Ominous most would say, but you almost cried when the rich scent of earth and oxygen filled your lungs as you took one big inhale, sighing in content for once. It was a lot smaller compared to the others, but you didn't care. As long as you were left alone with your stuff you were a-okay.

Perfect.

You turned the knob and peeked inside, letting out a small gasp and opening the door wider to see the whole thing.

Old as it is, it was proper and neat, regardless of the tiny cobwebs on the upper corners. A small, square dining table sat in the middle of the first part of the place, two wooden stools placed underneath. There were cupboards on the wall and a simple sink with an empty space to the side. You went to the next room, doorless and separated with but a wall of thick plywood. It had a single bed in the corner, off-white cotton sheets sitting atop, not a wrinkle in sight. No pillow though. There's a decent-sized closet along with a small table on one side of the bed. One of the windows had a hole in the middle, a ray of sunlight streaming in through the cracks. It was too big for the size of a gunshot, so maybe a rock.

A bit hesitant, your fingers traced the wood, feeling the inconsistent texture. When you went through the back door, your smile reached your ears when trunks of trees and bushes greeted you...

Wait, is that what you think it is?

Stepping closer to the treeline, your jaw dropped when you spotted a thicket of fruit-bearing plants past them, gathered in a tiny clearing.

Blueberries.

Purple little cuties poked out of the green shrubs, sporting a vibrant hue that caught your eye. The sun shone overhead and providing the energy they needed. Blueberries managed to grow in the area despite the trees fencing them.

Tempted and suspicious, you crouched down, inspecting the shrub if it really was a blueberry plant and not a deadly doppelganger. Once you were sure it was, (it would be hilarious if you simply died from nighshade poisoning), you plucked one and brought it to your mouth. It was sweeter than you expected, with a slightly bitter aftertaste. You hummed in delight, wiping the juice with your thumb when it dribbled out, staining your finger and lips.

You didn't want to anger anybody. Hell, coming here was already trespassing, so you didn't push your luck and left it alone, hoping they'd forgive you for picking one. They surely didn't look wild with the way they lined up.

You scanned the rest of the area, eventually going back inside to unpack after your little evaluation.

The sun was a hand's away from setting when you finished. Pride swelled in your chest at the work you did, your things stocked and organized with care inside the cabinets and drawers. You won't have to worry about your food for now as cupboards were filled to the brim with them. You also had a decent amount of money left from your savings account that your parents weren't aware of. Prize money, allowance, and the salary you got from doing online jobs all went into it. The camp was a few miles off the road, and a couple more to the nearest gas station with a convenience store. Very far yes, but it's better than living with the people who made you do this in the first place.

You just hoped you wouldn't die walking.

Everything was worth it, anyways. You were free now, at least that's what you think.

You trudged to the bed, eyeing the cushions, wary and a little scared to touch the sheets that appeared to be cleaned just recently, you didn't even lay a finger on them ever since you got inside. Oh, but your tired muscles were screaming to just flump down and relax.

So you did.

You dumped yourself face first and inhaled. It wasn't smelly nor fragrant, just the simple freshness on the cotton fabric. You felt beat but ain't sleepy, yet, so you reached to the drawer beside the bed and pulled out a book to pass the time as you waited for the sun to go down and give way for the moon. Its spine and pages had creases, worn out and yellow-stained from age and use. It was a horror-mystery novel told through a first-person narrative, a story of a middle-aged detective and her Maine coon in their attempts to solve a murder case of a young European lady named Cassandra Chase.

You dozed off in the middle of chapter 21, the part where Dinnie, the cat, discovers a valuable clue to the crime, a rotten limb in the dried basement well.

—

Jason settled down on the stairs of his porch; shoulders relaxed and hunched as he leisurely sharpened his machete with a small whetstone. Lines of sunlight kissed him through the leaves of trees, the birds in the area chirped on their perches, and the grass swayed, gentle, as a cool wind passed by.

His day be so fine. No troublemakers to deal wi—

The alarm rang, announcing unwelcomed arrival. As if a switch flipped inside, he's already on his feet, making his way swiftly to their location.

A new batch of wretched youngsters, another day ruined. Hunting them down makes his blood thrum in his veins, yes, but they soured his mood, just when he was at peace. He's dead set on slaughtering them in the most gruesome ways possible, only then he could go back and enjoy the serenity the nature around him brings.

He surveyed the area, camouflaging with the wilderness, silent as he watched and counted the soon-to-be corpses, his mother's voice at the back of his mind, guiding him.

They decided to go either to the main cabins, or the lake...even into the trees.

All but one.

Jason already planned to cut down the couple later as they lose themselves in the forest, doing nasty, dirty things to his camp. The killer shifted his attention to you, curious as to why you didn't join the lot. Instead, you walked back down the road. He followed and saw you approach the small cabin, separated from the rest, your eyes widened...

Adoration?

You were quiet— except for the little gasps of awe you let out in between pants—as you looked around and over the place. The ones you came with were rowdy and destructive, a complete opposite. He hid as he observed you from afar, moving around to adjust his vision on you. You smiled every time you looked to the trees, he noticed.

Why were you smiling like that? Why did you pick this cabin? Were you planning on defiling it?

The last question in his mind made his blood boil. He'll kill you first if that was the case. That cabin you chose was special, it was where he and his mother used to stay. He occasionally visits that one to keep it clean and free of dust. If you even think of—

Jason, sweetie...look closer. She does not have such intentions.

His mother's words rang in his head. Even from where he stood, he could see what you did inside. You looked a little hesitant, touching and drawing back your hand before letting your fingers feel the wood as if it was something delicate. Despite the initial...shyness? You proceeded to make it your home, somewhat, dropping the large duffel bags you carried on your front and back, and a similarly large roller case on your left. It was as if you planned to stay for a long time.

Jason hears you take a long breath and sigh as you went out the backdoor. You grinned wider when you saw the nature around you. You stepped forward, straight in his direction...

For a moment he thought you saw him, seeing your jaw drop. You moved closer, and he just froze there, until you crouched down.

Oh, his plants.

He watched you as you gently picked a fruit, your gaze...soft. You brought it to your mouth, some of the juice spilling on the side and you wiped it with your thumb.

Cute.

You went back inside and continued to unpack your things, carefully maneuvering around the cabin.

Maybe he'll spare you if you continue to be good. You didn't do anything dirty, yet. It's only a matter of time before the camp is shrouded in darkness and his hunt will begin.

Let's see what you'll do before that happens.

Jason tracked down the three that went into the forest. He knew the place like the back of his hand, and it was easier to pinpoint them as he heard moans.

What he saw was utmost disgusting, two girls pleasuring a male with their mouths in broad daylight.

Kill them, my boy! Such foul beings need to die! Kill them, kill!

He circled them, steps soundless. Jason gripped his machete and brought it down the guy's neck, embedding the weapon into the bark, the head rolled down, oozing with blood, and fell against the women, drenching them in red. Not a single cry left from their mouths as he sliced both with one swing, blood pouring out of their throats and staining the ground. Jason dragged their bodies and tossed them into a pit he dug beforehand, making quick work in burying them.

A swift end. Now he waits.

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Covert Romance

Continuation of Covert Dating

Marinette nervously followed Jason up the narrow stairs, clutching his hand for reassurance. “Are you sure it’s okay for us to be up here?” she whispered anxiously despite there being nobody else in the stairwell to hear. She was positive they were breaking some kind of rule. There was no way random people were allowed to just jaunt on up to the roof of the Wayne Enterprises building. It was one of the most secure buildings in the city, hell, maybe the entire state.

The security officer at the front door had let them pass with little more than a nod to Jason and a smile, showing very little concern about them wandering around. But now they were almost on the roof and it seemed like there should be another level of security to get up there, like someone appearing out of nowhere to check ID’s and intentions. But there was nothing. Just her and Jason and Jason’s keycard granting them the run of the building.

“Yeah Princess, it’s fine,” he reassured her with a smile squeezing her hand. “There’s a reason I have a keycard. I’m allowed to go anywhere in the building I deem necessary. And I have deemed it very necessary for me to be up here right now with you.” He threw her a dashing smile that made her blush brightly as he let go of her hand to pull out his keycard again.

“Ready?” he asked putting the keycard back in his pocket after swiping it on the security pad.

“For what” she asked with a suspicious smile.

“It’s a surprise. Close your eyes and wait here for a second,” he said, excitement creeping into his voice. He had never brought someone up here before. The view from the roof meant a lot to him. It was one of his favorite spots in the world. Gotham looked magical from up here. Something about bringing her here made him feel exposed and he was eager to see how she reacted.

When Marinette closed her eyes, he pushed the door open and gently placed the box he had been carrying with their dinner on the ground before turning back to Marinette. “I’m going to bring you out now,” he said gently as he put one hand over her eyes and the other on the small of her back to guide her to a particular spot on the roof. “No peeking,” he warned gently. She could hear his cheeky grin in his voice.

As soon as she stepped onto the roof, she could feel the cool, crisp night air hit the exposed parts of her face, cooling her burning cheeks. She could barely register the sounds of the city over her racing heart as he led her out onto the roof. Her heart nearly stopped when she felt him step behind her almost touching his chest to her back and whispered, “Okay, open your eyes.”

She opened her eyes and gasped at the sight in front of her. “What do you think?” he asked eagerly. When she didn’t respond immediately he anxiously explained, “This is my favorite spot in the entire city. It is the best place to see all of Gotham lit up. From right here, you can see the neighborhood I grew up in, the waterfront, gargoyles… you can almost imagine something good could happen here. Like there’s hope for us all. ” he whispered with a shaky smile.

Her eyes opened exceptionally wide as she took in the view. “Jason, this is absolutely gorgeous. I’ve never seen Gotham this way. Oh my God, this is… I should have brought my sketchbook. Jason, this is amazing!” She finally tore her eyes from the city to turn and face Jason, her smile beaming. “Thank you for bringing me up here.”

Jason looked down at her, her exhilarated expression making his heart skip a beat. He let out the breath he had been holding since he removed his hand from her eyes. The city lights were reflected in her gorgeous blue eyes making them sparkle even more than they usually did. He smiled gently at her “I guess we’ll have to come back up here for our next date too, so you can bring your sketchbook with you.”

Marinette’s breath hitched as she noticed how very close they were to one another. She smiled shyly, “Second date huh?”

He raised his hand to move a strand of hair the wind was whipping around her face to tuck it behind her ear, before moving his hands to cradle her face and run his thumbs over her cheeks. God, he wanted to see that expression on her face every day, every moment. He wanted to be the one to make her look like that. “Or third… or fourth… two hundredth. However many you’ll let me have, I’ll take.” Sincerity shone in his eyes as he leaned down slowly. He gently lifted her chin, keeping eye contact the entire time to check for any signs of apprehension. Seeing none, he moved to within centimeters of her lips and whispered, “Is this okay?”

“Please,” she whispered back pushing up to meet his lips with her own, giving him a gentle kiss that was far too short for her. She pulled away and opened her eyes to look up at him. When their eyes met she saw the same desire she felt clouding his eyes. She quickly pushed up to give him a second, longer, hungrier kiss. His arms wound around her waist, pulling her body closer to him as hers found their way up to his neck and hair, pulling his face closer to her so she could deepen the kiss.

When they finally broke apart, breathing deeply, she smiled happily and twisted in his arms back toward the city, snuggling back against him. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and curled around her. She leaned her head back against his chest with a happy sigh, taking in the beauty of Gotham at night. She matched perfectly with his body, her head tucked snugly under his chin, like they were designed to fit together. His body molded around her like a comforting blanket, making her feel warm and secure. She wanted more of this, more of him. “I’ll give you as many dates as you want. As long as you’re there and kissing me like that, I’ll be happy.”

“Couldn’t be much of a date if I wasn’t there. Sounds incredibly boring for you. What would you do?” He questioned in mock concern.

“Probably pine after you. You’re right, I should just stick to dating you.” She said pretending to come to a resolution.

“It’s settled then,” he said nodding. He squeezed her tightly for a moment and said, “Come on, let’s eat. I’m starving.”

A few minutes later, the blanket Jason had borrowed from his favorite Italian restaurant had been spread out and the dishes they had ordered placed on it along with a couple bottles of wine and glasses the owner had also packed in the box for them. Joe had packed the box with everything they would need for an impromptu picnic and promised to tell his brothers, or anyone else asking about him, that he hadn’t seen or heard from Jason for a few days. He even promised to ask if he should contact them if Jason did turn up to further the illusion that he hadn’t seen them. Regardless of whether his brothers believed him or not, they wouldn’t get any information out of Joe to know if he went to another restaurant or got take out. Jason was going to have to do something extra special for Joe. This was exactly what they needed to escape from his family.

After dishing the food onto their plates and pouring the wine, Marinette broke the comfortable silence. “Oh wow! You were right. This is delicious.” He bowed slightly in acknowledgement instead of answering since his mouth was currently stuffed with food. “So… you said there was a reason you had a key to go everywhere in the building. What is that reason?”

“Oh… um…” he swallowed the mouthful he had just taken, “I’m head of security for the company.” He’d had his answer prepared. It was a plausible excuse, easy to believe with his expertise and familiarity with the building and employees.

“Really!? Oh my God! That must be insanely stressful. This is one of the most targeted businesses in Gotham,” she reeled back in shock. No wonder he was always keeping an eye out for suspicious activity and acting on it. She did it too, but that was because she had been Ladybug. Now it made so much sense that he would do the same. “I hope they give you lots of vacation days to burn off that pressure.” She took another bite of the pasta and furrowed her brow. “Is that how you have access to a private jet? They let you borrow it occasionally so you don’t go insane?”

“Not exactly but kinda, yeah. Mr. Wayne lets me take it if I need to for some reason. And my best friend’s dad is filthy fucking rich and has no problem using it to buy affection so... yeah. What about you though?”

“Well… I mean, I don’t really.”

Jason raised his eyebrow at her. “Your roommate said that was bullshit. Come on Mari, I want the whole and unabridged answer here,” he said urging her to continue.

She sighed. “Okay so, my best friend… you almost met him tonight, my roommate, Adrien? Yeah, he used to be really wealthy with a private jet or two, but his dad turned out to be a supervillain… oh, remember me talking about Hawkmoth? That was his Dad, Gabriel Agreste, so… not so many jets anymore.” Jason hadn’t expected that turn of events. That would explain why she was so hesitant to talk about it. Not a lot of people liked discussing their association with a supervillain. Odd that her roommate would mention it in front of strangers, but then again who was he to critique someone else’s coping mechanisms.

Jason was about to change the subject to a less dismal topic when Marinette swallowed her food and continued. “One of his other best friends is also rich. Her dad is the mayor of Paris and her mom is Style Queen. She likes me, Style Queen not the friend, although she doesn’t hate me anymore so… progress! Well… tolerates me, so… frenemies? Is it frenemies if only one person is doing it?” Marinette asked scrunching her face and cocking it to the side as if she was trying to figure out a puzzle before continuing to ramble on. “But, she would really only let me borrow the jet if she thought it would annoy Adrien… or my other friends… or her parents… or anyone who said she couldn’t. She really doesn’t like being told what she ‘can’ or ‘can’t’ do,” she rolled her eyes and grinned at Jason. “Can’t really blame her though. I’d do the same. Also, my uncle is a rock star and another friend is a pop star and another is a supermodel… actually, she doesn’t have her own private jet but she does have a lot of people willing to let her use theirs whenever she asks, no questions asked... Also, I have a few clients that would probably let me borrow a jet if I asked desperately enough.”

Jason stared at her slack jawed. His food was falling out of his open mouth unnoticed. “Holy fuck, Pixie!” he exclaimed when he could finally speak again.

“You wanted the whole answer! ‘Unabridged’ you said,” she protested, her cheeks bright red in embarrassment.

“And was that the whole answer?” he asked only half joking.

“I think… Oh, and I know a producer that probably has a few jets. It seems like the kind of thing he would do. Maybe a few others. My friends and I don’t really talk about things like that when we get together.” She shrugged.

“Damn, who the fuck are you, Marinette?” he asked in awe.

She smiled and looked down timidly, “Didn’t I tell you?” She looked back up with a scowl. “I am Batman” she growled out in a gruff voice.

Jason gave her a deadpan look and threw down his fork. “That’s it. I lost my appetite.” He mock pouted. “That's it, Princess. You've managed to do what none of my brothers or hundreds of hours of hours of gory horror movies managed to do. I completely lost my appetite”

She gave him a raucous laugh that he quickly matched. After the laughter had died out she looked back up at him with shining eyes and said playfully, “By the way, you can’t use ‘Princess’.”

“What?” he asked in confusion.

“You called me Princess a few times tonight. You can’t use that one. You’re going to have to stick to Pixie Pop or Cupcake or come up with some others.”

“Okay, but what’s the hang up with ‘Princess’? Bad memories? Someone who’s ass I need to kick?”

“No, no, nothing like that. It’s just that it’s Adrien’s nickname for me and he’s very protective of it. Not that he doesn’t have a lot of them for me, but that one means a lot to him.” She looked at Jason apologetically.

Jason nodded, “Got it. Princess has already been claimed. I can live with that.” He narrowed his eyes at her and pointed a warning finger at her before saying, “You can’t use Zombie or Buckethead. Those are already taken by my brothers.”

She laughed loudly. “Seriously?” He nodded solemnly in response. “Damn, those were the ones I was going to use too.” He squawked in response making her laugh even louder. Once their laughter had lightened she looked back out to the city and hummed. “So what do you think our friends and family are doing now? Do you think they are still looking for us?”

“I’m betting,” he started, taking another bite before continuing, “they went to the restaurant we picked up the food from, it’s a family favorite, tried to track our phones before seeing they were turned off, asked Alfred where we might have gone, and when he told them to back off, went to a coffee shop to regroup and plan.”

“Hmmm… That’s a lot of time with each other. I wonder which of your siblings Adrien is going to say he’s in love with when I get home.”

“That desperate, huh?” he joked.

“That much of a romantic,” she corrected. “When he falls, he does it quickly and with his whole heart.”

Jason hummed in response. That was something he could bond with Adrien over. He smiled gently at her as she looked peacefully out over the city with a gentle smile. She was the smartest, strongest, sweetest woman he had ever met. She was really too sweet for Gotham. She was definitely too sweet for Red Hood. Was he making a mistake bringing her into his life? He really, really liked her, maybe even loved her at this point, but his life was dangerous. He knew she had experience with danger after her years living in Paris while the Hawk guy was running around, but being with a vigilante was a different thing all together. How would she react the first time he came home with a gunshot wound or broken ribs? How would he react if someone took her to get to him? She wasn’t a hero like him. How would she protect herself? He shook his head to clear the negative thoughts out of his head. They had plenty of time to discuss that. Tonight, in this spot that promised so much hope, he was going to enjoy his date. “We should dance,” he said smiling lovingly at her as he stood up and walked a few feet away.

“There’s no music,” she laughed incredulously.

“Then we make our own,” he extended his hand to her.

Marinette stared at his hand for a moment before looking back in his sparkling eyes. The eyes she would follow anywhere. The eyes she fell in love with. She smirked at him, “You have some secret beatboxing skills you haven’t divulged yet? Because that would be amazing.”

He smiled gallantly down at her “No, but my humming would make Bocelli jealous.”

She laughed, “Oh that I have to hear.” She set down her plate and bounced up. Before she reached his hand, they heard a thump on the other side of the roof.

“Oh shit,” Jason sighed out in annoyance and he moved between Marinette and the noise, effectively hiding her behind him.

Marinette watched the side of the roof the noise had emanated from, steeling herself to fight. Batman emerging from the shadows had honestly never occurred to her, although it made sense. He was probably investigating why there were unauthorized people on the roof. “Why aren’t you suited up?” he growled at Jason.

“I’m not working tonight, Batman,” Jason said very deliberately, shooting him a warning look, “so I’m not in my uh… uniform.”

“Oh my God, it’s the real Batman. Did I… did I summon him?” Marinette whispered to Jason peeking out from behind him.

Batman glanced down at Marinette and looked back at Jason. Jason could feel the disappointment and raised eyebrow under the cowl.

“His son is the demon, not him.” He said quietly to her with a smirk. Turning back to Batman he said, “We’re here on a date B. Hiding from my family who couldn’t mind their own fucking business and decided to crash our date.” He said pointedly.

“You’re hiding from your family and you decided here was a good place to hide from them?”

“Hiding in plain sight. They would assume I’d take her to a restaurant for our date not here. And nobody else is expected to work for a while. I was hoping we’d be out of here before then.”

Marinette’s mind was reeling. Jason seemed unnaturally calm talking to the Batman. She supposed he might be familiar with him considering his position for Wayne Enterprises. But, they sounded like they know each other really, really well, more than just Jason working with him for security. Also, that didn’t explain Batman asking him about suiting up. That wasn’t a term you used with civilians. It was a term heroes used…. “Oh my God. You’re one of the bats! You’re one of Gotham’s heroes.”

“Vigilantes” Jason said

“Oh my GOD!!” Marinette exclaimed backing away. “One nice, normal guy, that’s all I asked for. Just one love interest that wasn’t a fucking superhero. Why is that too much to ask?”

“Vigilante. What do you mean just one? How many superheroes have you dated?”

“You know, it isn’t even just boyfriends. Just one friend that doesn't risk their life constantly.” She ran her hand down over her face, “ugh, Adrien is never going to let me hear the end of this.”

“Oh, I don't risk my life, I make others risk theirs…” he paused to consider what he had just said and furrowed his brow, “I just realized that makes it sound like I need to get rescued a lot. That's not what I meant. I meant the bad guys do…. You know what? I never said anything. This never happened.”

“Jason you almost got Robin killed last week. And you've literally died”

“What?! I mean join the club, but what?” Marinette shrieked at him.

“What do you mean join the club?!” Jason exclaimed toward her then turned back to Batman “and Damian was in danger because he got cocky and rushed in.”

“SECRETS Jason. Secret identities don’t do much if you tell them to everyone you take on a date.”

“It’s not like I’m Dick. This is the first date I’ve been on in a year,” Jason said rolling his eyes.

“Really?” Marinette asked softly.

“Yeah, I hadn’t met anyone I wanted to date in a while.” he shrugged more vulnerable than Marinette had ever seen him, like she was witnessing a part of him he rarely let people see. “And I didn’t tell her,” he defended, rounding back to Batman.

“Well she figured it out somehow,” he growled back at Jason.

“Me either,” she smiled gently up at Jason, then turned back to Batman. “Actually, it was you with the ‘why aren’t you in uniform’ and all the familiarity you had with him that gave it away,” she said significantly less gently to Batman.

Batman gave her his patented glare.

“What is that supposed to do? Intimidate me? It isn’t going to change what happened.” She stared back at him unimpressed with a raised brow. “I’ve been glared at by the best. I’m not going to lie, you’ve got a good glare but if you think your glare is better than Gabriel Agreste or Audrey Bourgeois or my Mom’s you’re delusional. I’ve stood up to all of them and their glares without flinching.” Aside to Jason she said “except my mom because she’s really scary when she wants to be.” Turning to face back to Batman, “I took Gabriel Agreste and his glare down. I can do the same to you.”

Jason stared at her mouth slightly agape. What, and he could not stress this enough, the FUCK was happening right now? His little, too sweet for Gotham girlfriend… girlfriend, right? She did agree to only date him so… He’d have to get confirmation on that. His too sweet for Gotham girlfriend was making Bruce her bitch. He was fighting hard against the urge to drag her back into the stairwell and push her up against the wall. No, focus. He needed to focus. Something about what she had said was off.

His mind started racing through what she said. She said she took Gabriel Agreste down. What did that mean… didn’t she say Gabriel Agreste was Hawkmoth? Ladybug took down Hawkmoth… Oh my God! That’s why she has a history with superheroes! “Holy Shit, you’re Ladybug!” He grinned widely. His sweet, kind, brilliant Pixie was a superhero who could protect herself! And, could backtalk Bruce like she was already a Wayne… He could make that happen actually…

Marinette looked up at Jason with a shocked expression “What?”

“You said you took down the Hawk guy. Ladybug took him down. You’re Ladybug. You’re a superhero! Wait... Adrien is the other one, right? The cat one you talked about? That's why you're so close. That’s why you two always had each other’s backs. Oh fuck. That means he was fighting his dad the whole time and didn’t know it. Oooh, B you really need to keep Selina away from him. She’ll adopt him… actually, you should stay away from him too. I already have one blonde, secret superhero child of a supervillain sibling. I don’t need another.”

“Secret identities, Jason. They're a thing for a reason” Marinette hissed at him.

He just smiled back at her annoyed face as he wrapped his arms around her, “I’m just so glad you’re a hero and can protect yourself.”

“SILENCE,” Batman yelled. “Who is Ladybug? Who is Hawk Guy? And, who is ‘The Cat One’.”

“I’ll brief you later,” Jason said grinning lovingly down at the woman in his arms. “Right now, I think I need to borrow the jet.”

Marinette opened her mouth to argue about secret identities but instead shook her head and sighed resting her head on his shoulder. “I’m not getting married without a white dress,” she said in resignation. “I’m a designer, I need an amazing wedding dress.”

Just then the door to the roof burst open and Dick, Tim, Stephanie, and Adrien rushed through, tripping over each other in their haste to get out on the roof.

“I knew it! I told you they would be here,” Tim said to the others in triumph before freezing when he saw Batman.

“Oh my God! It’s Batman. It’s the Batman. This is amazing,” Adrien gushed bouncing on the pads of his feet.

“It isn’t really that special, Blondie. He’s way over hyped.” Stephanie said rolling her eyes and shooting Batman a sardonic grin.

“So… what’s going on guys?” Dick asked cautiously.

“It’s all good. He can explain,” Jason said pointing to Batman and grabbing Marinette’s hand, guiding her toward the door.

“Hey, where do you guys think you are going?” Dick called out to them.

“We’re going to let the Bat explain everything. Also, just so we’re all on the same page, everyone up here is a hero or vigilante,” Jason grinned back at them like he hadn’t just thrown a grenade. “Have fun with that conversation. We’re taking this date on the road,” he said pulling Marinette through the door and closing it behind them. “Come on, let’s get going before they come around. Maybe we can be in Vegas before they recover. If you want to. If not we can date like proper people do and see where it goes.”

“I’m always up for a little chaos,” Marinette responded pressing a chaste kiss on his lips and grinning at the grumble he let out when she pulled away. When he leaned back toward her trying to recapture her lips she pushed him away gently with a finger on his lips. “We better move quickly then and if I start really kissing you again, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop,” she said giving him a seductive look. “My Uncle’s in Metropolis tonight. I can have his jet here within an hour but he’ll probably demand to be a witness. That gives us enough time to stop by my workshop and pick up the dress I just finished working on, which just happens to be white. Kismet,” she grinned, grabbing his hand as they ran down the stairs laughing deliriously.

Continued in Covert Wedding

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Did I write this entire fic just for the ‘I am Batman’ line? Yes, yes I did.

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sunkissedspider · 4 years

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Busy | Peter Parker

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pairing: Peter Parker x reader

summary: Peter isn't paying attention you, so you do something he can't ignore

warnings: smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), slight oral, making out, language, fluff, etc.

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Peter had been basically ignoring you all night long. This new game came out and he hadn't stopped playing it for fucking hours. You just wanted to cuddle and kiss and watch Friends with your boyfriend, but apparently all he wanted to do was kill zombies and drink Coke.

You had tried basically everything you could think of to get him to stop paying attention to the game for five seconds, but nothing worked. Until you were randomly scrolling through Twitter on your bed and stumbled upon this thread of what to do when your boyfriend won't pay attention to you.

You sat up from the bed, making your way over to him while he was still hyper-focused on shooting zombies before you dropped to the floor, crawling beneath your desk. He looked at you briefly, a confused look in his eyes before he screamed into the microphone on his headset that someone was about to get attacked. You just scoffed slightly and rolled your eyes before reaching up to Peter's clothed cock, palming him slightly. You could hear him gasp quietly when his breath got caught in his throat, looking at you like you were absolutely insane as he takes off his headset.

"So this is the only thing that gets your attention, huh?" You say, sass in your voice as you start to slowly unzip his jeans. Your mouth started watering when Peter's erection sprung against his stomach after he subconsciously lifted his hips up, allowing you to peel the fabric of his jeans and underwear down.

"You can't do that right now! I'm in game with Ned, Flash, and Jason!" He quietly yelled, his eyes blown wide.

"They can wait. I need you, Peter." You pleaded, one of your hands wrapping around his dick before you leaned forward, swirling the tip with your tongue.

Peter's teeth sunk deep into his bottom lip as his head tilted back, trying his best not to let out a loud groan. "Hey, uh, guys?" Peter asks after putting the headset back on, his eyes shut tightly. "I- uh... I gotta- I gotta go. I'll text you guys later, alright? Okay, cool. Bye!" You begin to hear the arguments coming from the other boys, but Peter's quick to take his headset off, his hands hooking underneath your arms, dragging you up to his lips before kissing you feverishly.

"Are you fucking crazy?" He asks after pulling away, both of you ripping each other's clothes off as you stumbled to your bed. "If you had kept going, they could've heard me!"

You fell deftly onto your mattress, Peter's head dipping down to your neck, sucking deep purple marks onto the sensitive skin. "I just wanted your attention," You said before moaning loudly, one of Peter's hands literally ripping your shorts off of you.

You gripped at his Midtown hoodie, a sign that you wanted it off of him. He sat back, struggling slightly to take it off, kicking off his jeans as you unbuttoned your favorite top, a flannel that you had stolen from him when you first started dating about a year ago.

You both stopped for a minute, looking at each other's naked bodies as you two breathed heavily... before basically jumping at each other, Peter's lips meeting yours in a needy, desperate kiss. He rocked his hips against yours a few times, eventually easing inside of you, moaning into each other's mouths as Peter placed both of his arms on either side of his head, your fingers knotted so deeply in his hair that you were sure clumps of it was falling out because of how tight your grip was.

"Fuck," He groaned as his head dipped down to the crook of your neck, biting harshly at the skin as you moaned loudly into the air, sure your neighbors could hear you as you screamed his name. "You feel so fucking good, baby."

"Sh-shit, Peter!" Was practically all you could get out, screaming his name like it was a prayer as you rocked your hips together, his cock brushing agaisnt your g spot more and more with every thrust, Peter's dick hitting you deeper every time your hips met together, the sound of skin slapping together and your collective moans being the only sounds that you could register in your mind.

One of Peter's hands pinched hard on your nipples, causing another scream like moan to rip from your throat, before traveling to your clit, rubbing harsh, tight circles onto it as you both moaned when you clenched around him tightly.

"Oh, shit, Y/N." He groaned loudly as your nails scratched down the light skin of his back, his thrusts growing more and more sporadic as you both came closer to reaching your highs.

"Peter! I- I'm gonna... Fuck!" You stuttered, your eyes rolling back as the pleasure became almost too intense.

"Come on, baby. Cum for me, beautiful." If him spurring you on didn't do it for you, the feeling of his cock inside of your, the sound of him groaning your name, and his teeth sinking deep into your shoulder did.

You came with a loud, almost pornographic, moan, the hold your legs wrapped around Peter's waist tightening as your head shot up into the crook of his neck. Peter wasn't far behind you, the feeling of your heat clenching around him causing his cock to twitch inside of you, and with a few final thrusts, he was coming undone above you, his seed releasing deep inside of you. He continued thrusting into deeply before he finally collapsed on top of you, his head on your chest as your ran your fingers through his slightly sweaty hair to calm him down, the both of you still breathing super heavily from your intense orgasms.

"Jesus Christ, that was fucking incredible." Peter chuckled quietly against the skin of your chest, your breasts littered with a countless number of dark purple hickeys.

"Yeah," You laughed, looking at your ceiling before closing your eyes. "It was. Maybe you should fuck me more instead of playing video games." Even though you couldn't see him, you could tell that he rolled his eyes at that.

He kissed sweetly at the marks on your body, slightly soothing the dull ache radiating from them. You looked down at Peter, a large smile taking over your face as your eyes met, his dark brown curls facing every direction, causing you to lightly giggle.

"Guys?" You heard quietly from somewhere in the room, both you and Peter looking at each other with looks confusion prominent on your faces. "Did Peter forget to turn off his headset? Oh my God, they just had sex. Oh, ew!" A horrified Ned asked the other boys that were still playing the game, a collective sound of "Ew!"s and "Gross!"s could be heard, causing you and Peter to break out in a fit of uncontrollable laughter.

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perseusjackson-jasongrace · 3 years

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Empires on the Horizon XVII

Jason is a CEO: Part XVII

masterlist; my links

we are not big grand gestures,

we are little moments

—strung together

on a polaroid wall—

instances that freeze

in time;

timeless anyway

—badpoetry

[image has alt text]

Helping his friends had never been a difficult choice. Even now, three days into what was supposed to be a relaxing holiday, he didn’t feel anything but the overwhelming urge to “sort it out”. Despite the fact that he hadn’t taken more than a day to himself in three years; despite the fact that he was halfway across the world from his home and the people he loved; despite the fact that it was his ex girlfriend who asked for help; despite, despite, despite, that he had woken up this morning with a man who looked like a god and smelt like cool forests and laughed like he was born with an instrument in his throat, wrapped around him. They were all arms and legs and skin. So much glorious, glowing skin. Brown, golden, freckled, smooth, soft, calloused.

And still all Jason Grace could think was, “I need to help her.”

“Percy,” He whispered, “Angel.” How could he disturb such a creature of peace. It seemed almost immoral.

Long black lashes blinked and fluttered, before blurry green eyes trailed the room lazily landing on him. “Well, if it isn’t a good morning indeed.” His gaze travelled the length of their bodies, drinking in the entanglement of their limbs. That voice was made from rolling hills and crunching gravel.

He couldn’t help the smile that fell to his lips as he watched his friend stare at their bodies. “Pretty isn’t it?”

“Ethereal.”

“I have to get up.”

The pout that greeted him almost crumpled his willpower. “Do you have to?” Green eyes were wide. They looked like emeralds under a microscope. Detailed in their pleading. “I can actually stay in bed today. We can have breakfast together, right here.” A brown hand patted the sheets, right near his own fingers. He felt the heat of their skin but nothing touched him.

“I have to help Zoe.” He wanted to snuggle under the duvet and bury his face in the crook of Percy’s neck. “She needs me.”

“What if I need you?” There was no judgement on that beautiful face, just curiosity and mild concern.

“Do you?” He breathed. His lungs were folding in on themselves.

There were several beats of quiet, filled only by their gentle breathing, and the thundering of his heart.

“No.”

Jason cracked in half. He became the canyon in the desert. He became the earthquake in the house. He became the bridge with no rope. He snapped a million times.

“Oh.” The answer was small, and broken.

“I will love you though.”

The world exploded. Jason saw stars become blackholes. Jason became a new universe entirely.

They looked at each other and suddenly he saw the thousands of lives they had lived. He saw the thousand more they would still live. Most especially he saw the one they were living right then, and it was the most beautiful of all.

“Shall we order breakfast?” It was the only thing he could choke out. He would send Reyna’s number to Zoe. They could sort it out. He was here. He wanted to sort himself out.

The beam that graced his friend’s face was worth every screaming thought in his mind that riddled him with guilt.

They both got up to freshen up before diving back into bed, shoulders brushing as they scrolled through their phones and let the sound of a peaceful morning wash over them.

He had thought it would be at least a little weird to be sleeping next to a man he only knew for a year but it felt like some part of him had been comfortable with Percy since the day they were born. Everything was easy: from the way they sat, fitting besides each other, gravitating towards each other; to the things they talked about; every silent question had an answer, every story had shared feelings. Jason knew he wouldn’t fall in love; he would stroll towards it, confident, assured, and excited for the moments to come. He would not look back, not even once.

Breakfast came in a flurry of silver trays and mouth watering smells. They pounced on it as soon as the door shut. Croissants, and pastries, and fruit, and yoghurts. It was a feast that could carry them through the next week. He should have known Percy would order the entire menu.

“Strawberry my good sir?” A brown hand waved near his face, offering him the bright red fruit.

Jason opened his mouth, closing his teeth around the berry which burst with sweetness in his mouth. He couldn’t stop the hum of appreciation that vibrated his throat. The sparkle in those green eyes made him wonder if he should keep making those sounds.

“Are you back at the labs today?” He asked around a croissant, distracting his unsavoury thoughts.

“For a little, and then i have an onsite meeting with the coastal guards and lighthouse keepers.”

“Oh are they a big part of your job?”

He hummed “They know the area and the patterns of the sea better than anyone.”

There was a light in his eyes that made Jason wonder if he ever looked as full of joy when he was talking about his own work. His friend pulled him out of his thoughts with another fruit offering, mango this time.

“I don’t want to talk about work,” He frowned contemplatively. It was rather unfair that even with a crease between his brow, and his mouth quirked Percy still seemed to look like a model, or a god, or something from a Studio Ghibli piece. “Tell me your happiest memory from the last year.”

He leaned back against the headboard, closing his eyes as he lost himself to the time reel of the year. It felt both a thousand lifetimes ago and one second from now. “I can’t choose just one.” His eyes are glittering with life past. He refuses to let memories fall down his cheeks.

“Choose three, choose five, tell me everything if you want.” Percy’s voice was a rope over the mountain. He was reaching for it even as he fell.

“The dinner we shared at the university.” He starts. One hand caught the rope.

“The day we met huh?”

“The morning Zoe pitched up at my house and made me late for work.” The ground was so close, and he was still falling.

Percy laughed at the implications hidden in his answer.

“When we danced at the club, I’ve never felt so alive in my life.”

He heard the soft intake from his friend, surprise and… something else coating their thoughts.

The rope was strong under his fingers and he was pulling himself up with ease. When he opened his eyes again, it was to find green ones staring directly at him.

“Do you ever wonder what could have happened if time had slowed down even a fraction of a second the night we met?” The question had sat on his tongue like salt, cutting his tastebuds.

“I’d drive myself insane thinking about all the ways we could have been.” Percy said lowly “I prefer,” He swallowed thickly. Jason wanted to trace the bob of that throat with his tongue. “I prefer to think about all we can do now, now that we can.”

“I think I’ll die if you break my heart.” The fear crystallized him like sugar in a cooling pan. It was the one bridge he still wavered on.

The black-haired man took his hand, fingers cold and warm, and gentle. With a softness that bowed his fear Percy placed Jason’s hand on his chest. His heart was steady, thumping under his palm. He felt the assurance of comfort against his skin. He felt at ease.

“This will belong to you one day,” His friend said quietly, “And when it does it will be fully and completely and without restraint.”

He couldn’t say anything, he couldn’t even breathe. All he could do was feel that constant beating heart, and the warmth of a chest, and the glimmer of emerald eyes, and the first blooms of a new beginning.

“I cannot break your heart Jason Grace,” Percy brushed a thumb across his cheek, “Because I will be breaking mine, and my days of self-destruction are long behind me.”

He melted into being and couldn’t help the sigh of happiness that escaped him. If he did nothing else in life, at least he had had this. These quiet minutes that enveloped every fear in a rose scented bag and let the wind take it away. Far, far away.

“Okay.” He finally rasped. His voice was lost to the sea.

Soon after that Percy had to go to work which left him to laze around in their room and snack on the breakfast feast and doze in the warmth of the sun. He didn’t even bother to put on his robe, preferring to feel the rays against his skin, save for the rectangle of boxers he slept in.

Some part of him wanted to get out and do something but it was quickly squished down by every other part of him that just couldn't do it any longer. Couldn't keep him moving and functioning and thinking.

He summoned up the last bit of energy he could muster and called his lawyer.

“Jason, babe.” Her strong, husky voice ran clear through his speaker, “What can i do for you?”

“Hello Arellano,” He couldn’t help but smile at the familiarity of her. So straight to the point, no nonsense, full of energy. “It’s not actually me that needs your help it’s Zoe.”

“Heavens Grace,” He heard the sigh building in her voice. “I mean I loved her as much as the next and I was sorry to hear you guys had broken up but seriously man how are you helping an ex… again?”

He winced, flashbacks of Luke calling on him again and again even after they had parted screaming through his mind. “I’m not technically helping, I’m just sort of recruiting you to help?”

“What sort of trouble is she in?”

“Her father is forcing her to marry an absolute scumbag of a man.” He scrubbed a hand down his face, “You remember the potential business investor, Octavian?”

“Oh gods,” Reyna groaned, and he couldn't help but share in her sentiment.

“Yea.” He pulled a face. “Is there anyway you can get her out of this mess and help her with protective immunity or whatever?”

“I’m gonna have to pull some strings and get digging into some seriously shady shit but I think I can.” He heard the grimace in her voice but there was not a trace of reluctance or potential regret.

“You are incredible!” His sigh of relief was audible enough for the birds outside to imitate it. “I’ll send you her number, and just bill everything to me.”

“You sure?”

“It’s the only way I can help so I will.”

“Then let me get to it.” And then she was gone, already starting the next project.

It’s no wonder they were friends. A bunch of workaholics.

His final call was to Thalia, in which they had a fun little chat that ended with confirmation that Bianca Di Angelo would be paying both Octavian, and Zoe’s father a visit that may or may not result in sudden disappearances and two new people cropping up in another country.

After the morning of maneuvering he couldn't even bear to move from his bed. So he didn't. He wondered if this was what a cat felt like, and then decided it wasn’t possible simply because even cats did more than he had done.

By the time Percy got home, he had showered and was already mostly asleep. Moonlight bathed their bed, the curtains rustled softly, he smelt the sea. The bed dipped just as he drifted off to sleep.

He didn’t hear the whispered, “Goodnight, my love.” that caught in the blossoms by their nightstands. He didn’t feel the gentle brush of fingers against his cheek. All he felt was peace. His dreams were sweet that night.

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morgansunflower · 3 years

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Hold Onto You

Jason Todd X Reader

Y/N, calls it early from patrol. Jason, knows exactly why and spoils his girl

Out on patrol with my adopted family and boyfriend Jason. I shot my grappling hook I landed on the building. I feel the absolute worst feeling that is all to familiar. My period. Shit it's 2 days early. Using my spy-contact's I see the holograph. I went to my messages. I sent a message in a group chat with my siblings and boyfriend.

-heading to my place for the night 👋 ♥️

-Aww already see you lil' sis(Dick)

-see you👍(Tim)

-tt, neglecting patrol I see, you are obviously hiding something from us(Damian)

-Damian, don't be an ass(Jason)

-yeah, Damian she's probably just needs a break from you. Love you sis♥️♥️(Stephanie)

-enough kid's. Y/N I suggest you silence your messages as things are likely to go very badly after this, by the way I hope you are OK 🤗🤗 🥰🤒(Barbara)

-Hope you ok♥️♥️♥️♥️🥰🥰🥰🥰😁😁😁🤗🤗🤗🤗(Cassandra)

I shot my grappling gun onto the building by my apartment. I went to the group chat with just me and my sister's. I know if the boy's knew they'd either be disgusted or tell me it's no big deal, that I'm whining. Honestly I don't want to hear any of that. I texted the three people who would understand, my sister's

-OK I'm on my period 😭🤢😳I'm going home and probably well not be responding to anything. Please don't tell Jason and let me handle it. Thanks for being so caring ❤️-

I jump swinging to the fire-escape on my apartment

-Aww we'll always care sorry about your period that sucks be sure to rest and we won't tell Jay. Be sure to take care of yourself 🤗🤗❤️(Barbara)

-periods are a 🤬 sorry sis hope you won't be in too much agony❤️🥰🤗(Stephanie)

-rest well😉🤗🤗❤️😴(Cassandra)

I got a private message from Jason. I open his message

-damn, babe I thought you had two day's til that painful shit came. I will be home as soon as I can get the hell out of dodge with fam. Love you and don't text me back I know texting hurts your head and all that shit. I love you see ya soon(Jason)

I softly smile Jason knowing that the pain will drain my body of any energy. I swipe the messages away and made it to my place already wishing, Jason was here. I walked to the bathroom. I stripped down my pants and gear first feeling relief on my abdomen from the tightness it felt prior. I then sigh noticing the blood stains on my underwear. Fuck this sucks I groaned feeling a cramp. I took my mask off along with my shirt and intercom. I of course start feeling another worse cramp. I started the shower groaning as my cramps are beginning to worsen. I really, really want to lay down, Jason to hold me, eat chocolate, and get my heat pad right now. I got in the shower wrapping my arm's around myself. I let the hot water sooth my aching back. After my much needed shower I got out wrapping a towel in my hair. I hear, my phone ringing I don't want to look at my phone do to my headache. Though my fear, of something gone wrong is way too far than my irritated head. I put the intercom in my ear. I answered

-"are you injured?" Bruce asked before I could ask who was, on the line

"no, I'm good" my voice evident that my camps are taking it's toll on me

-"as, I recall Alfred taught you how lying is wrong"

"Bruce, trust me I'm okay. Remember when I was Robin and I wanted to get a chocolate bar do you remember the reason I wanted the chocolate bar"

-"I see, rest up I'm certain Jason is coming asap we can handle Gotham"

"good, night Bruce"

He hung up I hear my bedroom window open. I put on my robe wrapping it around myself. I walk softly to my bedroom Jason standing by my window holding a basket with assorted essentials for my period.

"hey Babe I'm finally home now. I bought your honorary period survival kit. With your pads, tampons, chocolates, meds, snacks, a heat pad you name it I got it" he tossed my survival kit on my bed "and of course myself!" He says with the last part grinning

I smile tiredly leaning his head down to kiss his cheek "thanks, babe"

"anything for my girl"

My emotions are insanely uncontrollable as my tears fell. He kissed my neck in attempt to comfort me. I look on my bed seeing my underwear already with a pad. I also see my hoodie, well Jason's hoodie that I stole. I walk to my bed and put on my underwear. I groan feeling a sharp pain in my abdomen. Jason, grabbed the hoodie he put the hoodie on me. He carried me bridle style kissing my temple. Jason, laid me on the middle of the bed on my side. He reached for the kit placing it on the nightstand. He took his clothes off only wearing his boxers and laid on the bed leaning himself against me. With my back against his chest I feel a since of relief emotionally and physically.

"just so you know Bruce nearly had a fucking heart attack when he didn't see you. We told what you said but I could tell he was worried as hell. Then it hit me why did you go back to our place. That's when I realized that your period was two day's from now. I also remembered that it could happen earlier. Anyway he kept trying to call you"

"hmm mm he called when I got out of the shower. I cleared everything up for him without completely clearing it up"

"you gotta be tired I'll shut my big mouth and let you sleep"

I feel my pain in my abdomen and lower back worsen, I shook my head "like hearing your voice... Hey, Jay"

"hmm mm"

"can you hand me a water bottle with some pain medicine"

"sure"

I moved sitting upward Jason handed me the medicine and opened water bottle. I open the top of the medication, I grab two putting them in my mouth. I drank my water. Jason took the medicine bottle and the top putting the top back on. He put the medicine back. I drank my water to help swallow my medication. I gave Jason the water bottle. He put it back on the nightstand

"back hurting like a bitch?"

I nodded in response I laid back down on my side. He put his hands under my hoodie, on my back messaging my sweet spot

"hmm thanks Jay you're so sweet"

He kissed my hip "don't you be calling me sweet I'm brave hard ass and a bad boy at heart" he joked

I chuckled "you're a good guy rather if you're willing to admit or not"

He kissed my neck "only because of you" he whispered

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