#so his is pretty much the only version of jason that's really felt like a solid character to me

[pedgito]

alone, in my mind ✧ ˚ · . eddie munson x afab!reader.

summary: so what if eddie munson had a really pretty face, it was just too good not to admire. so what if you liked to draw him in your free time, he definitely didn't mind. yet somehow, tutoring him still felt like the most scandalous thing you've ever done.

cw: 18+ content (minors, shoo!) afab!reader, virgin!reader, graphic smut (including p in v, oral, fingering, and all that jazz), orgasms, this is v dirty i'm sorry.

word count: almost 14k! don't judge me pls, i've been sitting on this for a few weeks.

prompt requests are always open!

alternate ao3 link

There was something therapeutic about sitting alone during lunch, watching chaos take place in front of you; from kids running around the cafeteria, traveling from table to table, conversing among themselves, yelling to each other from across the room, even standing up on tables like a stage and yelling out to the entire high school class. Eddie Munson was an enigma. You couldn’t figure him out. Other than him dealing you weed under the table and the occasional class you had with him, you hadn’t spoken more than ten words to him at one time.

So, he might find it slightly weird that you’ve drawn him in your sketchbook more than a few times. You couldn’t help it, that hair was just too glorious not to draw. But to be fair, you’ve drawn up a lot of the other students without speaking to them. A lot of it was pure observation—a student focused on a book they were reading, a group of the cheerleaders circled up and giggling among themselves, Jason Carver pictured in his actual form, the true evil of Hawkins. Sometimes you liked to draw devil horns on him for fun. No harm, no foul, you didn’t actually mean anything by it—you just hated how much he bolstered himself up at school, despite still paying you to write for his English homework. But hey, you gotta hustle where you can. He left you alone for the most part, anyways. 

Once the bell rang and the last few stragglers were leaving the lunch room, you finally gathered your own things. Shoving the last minute homework into your bag and clutching the sketchbook to your chest, you leisurely walked your way to the exit. The sound of your pencil clanging to the floor beneath you had you pausing in your tracks. 

Part of you just wanted to leave it, you had enough in your bag that it wouldn’t really matter anyways. 

“Hey, this yours?” The voice asked.

You turned slowly, scanning the floor, stopping on the dirtied-up white sneakers that squeaked against the floor as they turned toward you. Of course it has to be Eddie.

“Yeah. Yeah, sorry.” You said softly, reaching forward to grab the pencil from him. The silence was apparent now, only the two of you left in the cafeteria. 

“No problem.” He laughs slightly, “Oh hey, I’ve been meaning to tell you,” He leans in, lowering his voice—not that it really mattered since it was only you two, “I got a couple new strains in, if you want to meet up at the usual spot.” 

Against your own rational thinking, your mouth spoke before your brain could process. “Sure.” You hadn’t even smoked the last bit of weed he’d sold to you yet. 

He smiled, leaving wordlessly.

Sometimes it felt like life was happening around you and you weren’t even present, your body just did and said what it wanted.

“Oh, you fucking idiot.” You spoke to yourself.

⋆·˚ ༘ *

Four o’clock. The woods just west of Hawkins High. Picnic table. That’s how you’d set up your meetings from the start. And of course, you were always right on time. Eddie however, he’d get here eventually. At least you hoped. Your shift at the Family Video started in a half hour and not that Keith would even take the chance to fire you, you just hated the idea of being late.

“Come on, Munson.” You grumble to yourself, checking the watch around your wrist. You sigh, sitting your bag on the table to grab your sketchbook, scribbling down a rough version of the wide expanse of trees in front of you. 

“I’m late, I know.” A voice startles you from behind. The scream that leaves your mouth is involuntary, but you quickly cover it in an attempt to compose yourself.

“Jesus Christ, Eddie.” You tell him, pulling your hand from your mouth. “You can’t sneak up on people like that!”

“You okay?” He asks, chuckling lightheartedly. The question was genuine, though. The way his eyes connected with yours assured you of so.

“Sure, one tiny heart attack later.” You reply sarcastically. 

“Hey, I was loud as fuck walking up.” Eddie says like he's trying to prove it to himself, pointing behind himself briefly. “You completely forget other things exist when you shove your head into that thing.”

You glance down at your book before promptly snapping it shut. “Shut up.” You say, no real bite behind it. 

He threw his hands up in defeat. “Hey, just a harmless observation.” Not that you were bothered by him observing, but the fact that he had—it was surprising. He only ever talked about two things, Hellfire Club and D&D, which went hand in hand. But so much so, that he was almost hyper fixated on it. 

“Anyways,” you say, shifting the subject. “I’ve got work in thirty—well, about twenty now,”

“Yadda, yadda, yeah—make it quick, I know.” He grins, placing his small chest of goodies on the table. You roll your eyes in annoyance, even if you weren’t really that annoyed in the first place. He slaps two baggies on the table, presenting them like prized possessions.

“Colombian Gold, Northern Lights.” He says, pointing them out individually. “Pick your poison.”

You tilted your head, deciding on which sounded better. Eddie interjects thoughtfully, “Personally, I’m a fan of that sweet, sweet Colombian Gold.”

You laugh quietly, nodding in agreement. “Fine then.”

“Twenty for the ounce.” He says, shoving the leftovers back into the metal chest. 

You swing your bag around to dig for the pocket change, shoving your hand inside to grab for your wallet. But, there’s nothing there. Not the familiar chain or zipper that sticks out, nothing.

“Shit, shit.” You say suddenly, beginning to panic. You close your eyes shut, trying to retrace your steps. But it dawns on you, your wallet is probably sitting on your bedside shelf where you left it the night prior, coming back from your late night run to the store after leaving work. “I think I left my wallet at home.”

Eddie ponders for a moment, then shrugs. “Get me when you can, I know you’re good for it.”

You hated the idea of not paying him the money you owed, “I swear I’ll pay today. I can meet up with you after I get out of work or—“

Eddie snorts, walking forward and grabbing a pen that had fallen out of my bag during my wild search. He opens my palm, holding it firmly. He pulls off the cap of the pen, holding it between his teeth as he scribbles something on my hand.

You inspect it closely. It was an address. Eddie caps the pen and hands it back to you. “Can you stop there after work?”

You were apprehensive for a moment, but figured there couldn’t be much harm in it. “Yeah, I can try. I don’t get out until nine, though.”

“Works for me.” He tells you, shoving his hand in his back pocket to adjust the black handkerchief that was shoved in haphazardly. You snorted softly, shoving your things back into your bag as quickly as you could. 

“Okay, well—I’ll see you then, I guess—“ You swung back around, coming directly in contact with Eddie’s chest, who hadn’t moved from his spot. Why hadn’t he moved? More importantly, why was he reaching down?

Fuck. You looked down to notice some of the papers from your sketchbook had sprawled out on the ground. You scrambled to gather the drawings back into the pocket of the book, hoping you could avoid another awkward encounter with Eddie today.

But, as luck would have it—“Damn, these are good.” Eddie says suddenly, holding up one drawing in particular, an offhand drawing off Steve while you had some downtime at work.

“Make sure you do my hair justice.” He’d told you. You laughed and smacked him in the back of the head softly. 

“Is that Harrington?” He asks.

“…yeah.” You answer, trying not to die of embarrassment. 

He glances at you, noticing your discomfort. “Shit, I’m sorry. Here.” Eddie hands the paper over, realizing he may have overstepped. 

“Thanks.” You answer, taking the paper from his hand.

“Oh, hey-“ He interrupts, reaching down to grab another page that had fallen under the picnic table seat. “You forgot,” He pauses, looking at it closely, “one.” His voice is soft, thoughtful.

You curse inwardly, trying not to physically facepalm yourself.

“Is that me?” He asks, the smallest smile forming in his face. “Well, at least—-the back of me?” 

You stutter for words, your brain suddenly lacking the English language entirely. 

“Does my hair really look like that from the back?” He asks playfully, head tilted in curiosity. 

“Ms. McNally’s class gets really boring.” You tell him, snatching the paper back. “Like, really boring.”

But no, his head definitely looked like that from the back, despite the unruly curls in his hair, there wasn’t a piece out of place.

“Glad to know the back of my head gives you some entertainment then.” It’s a lame attempt to lighten the mood, but it works. Your thankful his immediate reaction isn’t to find it odd or make fun of you, he almost seemed amused.

“Here.” He finally hands the page over. “No more peeking, I swear.”

You place the page back into your sketchbook carefully. Looking up, Eddie’s still standing there, though looking around aimlessly.

“Eddie, what are you still doing here?” You ask.

“Got another deal going on soon.” He tells you. “Top secret.” And if the wink didn’t make you blush, it was the grin that spread over his features, you shook your head and laughed it off. 

“See you at nine, Munson.” You tell him, backpack slung over your right shoulder.

“Can’t wait.” He says playfully.

⋆·˚ ༘ *

Your bike squealed to a stop outside of Family Video, nearly burning rubber. Clocking in with thirty seconds to spare, you breath a sigh of relief. 

“What’s got you riled up?” Steve asks, organizing the Horror section of movies from a few feet away.

“Nothing.” You grumble, setting your bag down and throwing the god awful work vest over your sweater. 

“You just missed Keith, by the way.” He adds, shooting you a knowing but amused look.

“Thank god.” Keith had a small obsession with you, not that you were creeped out about it. He was just so hopelessly in love with you, which blinded his ability to see that you had no interest in returning the sentiment. “That’s the last thing I need.”

“It’s the undeniable charm you’ve got.” Steve jokes, shrugging casually. “The ladies and gents love it—right, Robin?”

Like a jack in the box, Robin pops up from where she’s squatted behind the counter.

“Stop teasing her.” Robin warms, throwing a VHS case at Steve’s head. It promptly smacks him in the forehead. 

“Ow, what the hell?” Steve shouts, fingers touching his forehead for any sign of injury. Not that there would be any, Robin had barely hit him in the process and Steve was kind of dramatizing things. You’d still consider it one of his more positive traits, even if it did serve as more entertainment to you and Robin than anything.

“No, he’s right.” You play along. “It’s a blessing and a curse.”

There’s a beat of silence and then you finally speak up.

“What do you guys make of Eddie Munson?” You asked, grabbing the stack of returned rentals to be checked through.

“The dude who’s been held back twice? Doesn’t he have that weird after school group thing he does?” Steve asks, looking between you and Robin.

“Yes.” You nod. “It’s a D&D club, Steve. Not a cult.”

Steve shrugs nonchalantly. “He always seemed off to me.”

“Yeah and you were prancing around with Tommy and Carol most of junior year.” You reminded him. “Don’t you remember when Tommy hit me on my bike with his car during Spring Break? During that giant party he had at his house?”

Steve immediately looked regretful at judging Eddie.

“Thank god you found Robin.” You tell him, trying to make Steve feel less guilty about it all. Tommy had always been jealous of Steve, but Carol and her constant snarky remarks always egged Tommy on. 

“Yeah!” Steve cheers, reaching over to high five Robin. She scoffs in annoyance, leave Steve’s unanswered high five hanging in the air.

“We both love chicks and boobies, it works out great.” Steve adds, returning hand to his side.

“He’s still learning.” Robin says quietly, leaning over toward you. “Why are you asking about Eddie anyways? Doesn’t he deal weed to the students?”

You shot Robin a knowing look.

“Oh. Oh.” She catches on. “Well, did something happen between you two?”

“No. Nothing, really. I just have to meet up with him after work and was wondering if I should be worried.” Robin didn’t seem to question as to why you would need to meet up with, which made you grateful.

“He doesn’t seem like that type of guy. Not to me, at least.” Robin assures, lowering her voice as the entrance bell jingled, signaling a customer. “But, you could always take your pocket knife with you.”

Your mouth dropped open at the suggestion, but to be fair, Robin just wanted to make sure you felt safe.

“Yeah—murder first, ask questions later.” You retort playfully.

“You’ve been watching too many scary movies with Steve.” Robin tells you.

“Hey, don’t knock ‘em til you try ‘em!” Steve says, greeting the customer as they walk by. 

⋆·˚ ༘ *

You locked up for the night as soon as you could, making the short trek to your bike behind the back of the Family Video store. You pulled the small piece of paper you had scribbled on earlier, the address Eddie had left earlier started to smudge about an hour into your shift and you didn’t want to take any chances that it could last. And luckily, your mother had dropped your wallet off in the process of making her way to work that night, which was a lifesaver. The idea of biking home and then to Eddie’s made your legs hurt at the very possibility.

It was a ten minute bike ride away from the store, leading you down a long road that led to a dimly lit trailer park. The uneasiness set in immediately.

As if on cue, one of the poorly lit lamps sprinkled throughout the residence flickered a couple times before going out completely.

“Great. This is how I die.” You say to yourself, double checking the number on the paper so it matched with the trailer you were riding up to. 

Everything seemed normal, the lights were on inside. Aside from the totally barren mobile home and Eddie’s truck parked in the driveway, nothing felt too grim about the whole situation. Normally, you’d be in a rush to get home and relax, but you knew your parents didn’t care one way or another, as long as you came home in one piece.

You sighed, stepping off and leaning your bike against the deck. If it wasn’t for the muffled music playing inside the trailer, you would assume whoever was there had left but forgot to turn their lights off. You reach forward to knock tentatively on the flimsy screen door.

There’s a rustling from the back of the home, the sudden silence of music being turned off, then a twisting of the doorknob as the door creaked open.

“Well, well, well.” Eddie says, grinning at you through the screen door. “I didn’t think you’d ever show.”

“It’s only five after nine, Eddie.” You tell him, reaching around into your bag to make things quick.

“It was just a—nevermind,” He mumbles quietly to himself, “Whatcha got for me, princess?”

You curled your head to the side subtly, but didn’t think anything of the harmless and playful endearment. Save it, bookmark it, stow it away for later. You slide him the twenty, he eyes it for a moment. “You know,” he begins, arm resting against the trim of the door, “I’d take that drawing of me over the twenty if you’re willing to fork it over.”

“Are you serious?” You ask, hand frozen in place from where Eddie was hanging onto the bill.

“Deadly.” He tells you, tongue smoothing over the teeth that showed through his grin.

You debated, not sure why he was so interested in the first place.

“Why don’t you want the money?” You ask.

“You’ve bought enough from me, I think that warrants a little discount.” He shrugs, like it wasn’t a big deal at all.

“You’re so weird, Munson.” You reply, pulling out the sketchbook and handing the drawing over.

“Got anymore?” He asks jokingly, albeit a little curious.

“I’ll let that remain a mystery, thank you.” You tell him, snapping the book closed. He holds the drawing up to the light, watching him scan over it admiringly. 

“It’s really good, you know. You probably draw a lot of kids at school, don’t you?” He asks and you’re not sure where his sudden interest in conversation with you is coming from. Both of you didn’t interact outside of deals—this reality almost didn’t feel tangible. 

“Sometimes.” You answer skeptically, “Not all the time, though.”

“We’ll, I’m honored.” He says, noting one of the small details in the background. “Did you make Ms. McNally resembles a hobbit on purpose?”

You snorted at that. It was something, in hindsight, that you’d completely forgotten about. “She was really pissing me off that day.”

“Nice.” He laughs to himself, finally setting the drawing down on a table out of view. “Anyways, don’t worry about the twenty. You’re covered.”

“You really don’t have to do that, Eddie. I can pay.” You felt guilty at the thought, but Eddie seemed pretty serious about the whole ordeal. 

“Nope. We’re good.” He tells you, flashing you his trademark smile. He still hadn’t changed his school earlier, brandishing his Hellfire Club tee proudly. 

“Okay,” You draw out, dragging the last letter a bit. “Well, I’ll see you at school tomorrow then.” 

“Aye, aye.” He replied in mock salute, coming to stand at attention.

You couldn’t help but laugh aloud at the act, it was undeniably goofy, but adorable in its own right. He shut the door slowly, waving you a sweet goodbye as he finally disappeared. 

And despite all efforts, there was one giant fucking elephant in the room that you couldn’t ignore–because not only was Eddie devastatingly beautiful, he was charming as hell, which was something you had overlooked for far too long. 

⋆·˚ ༘ *

“Stupid. Fucking. Lockers.” You grumble to yourself, slamming the locker shut with every word. It was as if the world was setting you up for the shittiest day possible. It started with you sleeping through your alarm, burning the toast you’d made for breakfast, and somehow managing to spill orange juice all over your jeans in the small span of an hour–so not only were you on your second pair of jeans, you were ready to slam your head against the locker in defeat, ready to be put out of this complete, utter misery that had been your Friday morning.

“Woah, woah.” The voice carried down the hall, you peeked behind you. 

Eddie Munson was heading right for you. You turned and sighed, slamming the locker again for good measure.

“Lucky for you, I’ve got just the touch.” Eddie assures you, wiggling his fingers in your face. 

You tried to ignore every flipping feeling in your stomach at the sight of it.

It took him a second, but he swiftly lifted the locker door in a quick motion and slammed it close, that time for good. He’s smiling down at you–again, with that annoying, shit-eating grin.

“No. Don’t even start.” You tell him, finger pointing accusingly. “My morning has been horrible. I don’t need jokes, right now.”

“I was just going to ask if you wanted to walk to English together?” He replied, looking slightly defeated. “If that’s okay?”

“Oh.” You frowned. It still didn’t feel right to be conversing in front of your peers, like it was almost illegal. “I mean, I don’t see why not. But, Eddie–”

“Yep?” He asks, turning on his heels. You both had English together, which most of the time, was spent staring directly at the back of his head because you couldn’t be bothered to listen to Ms. McNally’s grating voice for more than a few minutes at a time.

“Why are you talking to me?” You ask, genuine and honest. There had never been any reason not to before, but why now?

“You seemed a little scary–well, not scary, scary–but like, she could definitely break my fingers if I said the wrong thing to her–that type of scary.” He explains in one breath, fiddling with the rings on his right hand.

Fair enough, considering the pocket knife you did carry in your bag for instances like that. There were too many assholes and you had plenty of ways to deal with them.

“Ah.” You replied, as if it all made sense. “Well, the jury's still out.”

“I’ll try and remember that.” He tells you, laughing slightly. “I also just wasn’t sure you liked talking to anyone from school–I mean I get that, but I just wanted to make sure you knew that you don’t have to sit alone at lunch like you do–”

“I don’t mind it–” You interject.

“I know. I’m just saying. Our table wouldn’t mind. The guys usually don’t know how to talk to girls, so most of them don’t say anything anyways.” He assures you.

The friendliness caught you off-guard. It seemed genuine, but you were also waiting for the catch. 

⋆·˚ ༘ *

The teacher slaps the graded test onto your desk, brandishing a bright red A. You quickly shove it under your textbook, glancing up as you hear the rustling of Eddie swiveling around to face you from his seat.

“All good?” You ask, mostly in an attempt to be friendly. But, you can’t help but notice the giant circled F on his paper. You’d heard lots of stories about Eddie and his inability to pass, being held back, and every lousy nickname that came along with that. People liked to pick on Eddie because he was different, he didn’t fit in with anyone at Hawkins, and while you might be able to get away with slipping under the radar–Eddie couldn’t. 

“I could tutor you, you know.” You suggest, instantly regretting the words the moment they leave your mouth. 

“Seriously?” He asks, looking caught off guard. “I appreciate it but–”

“Seriously.” You say, “English is my best subject and as long as you put in the same effort I am, I could at least get you up to a C.” In for a penny, in for a pound…I guess.

“That’s–yeah, that’s cool. I’m kinda busy with Hellfire most days though–” He starts, rolling the paper up in his hands. It was a small detail, but you noticed how often he used his hands when he liked to fidget, whether it be his rings or a poor piece of paper being strangled to death. 

“Weekends are good.” You assure him. “I work a lot during that week so I wouldn’t have time anyways.” 

Eddie nods slowly. He seemed apprehensive, like he didn’t really deserve the help you were offering. His jaw was clenched, eyes downcast.

“Eddie, I don’t mind.” You told him, offering a small smile to ease whatever worry he was feeling. “It's just–we’ll have to study at your place though, not mine.”

You didn’t even want to begin to explain the ordeal to your parents, as understanding as they may be–any site of a boy and your parents would be seething at the idea.

“My uncle is gone most of the time, so I guess that works out.” He shrugs.

The sound of the teacher clearing her throat from a few rows over interrupts you both. You roll your eyes inconspicuously, turning in your chair.

Eddie taps your leg softly, having already turned around in his chair. You look underneath the desk to find a small piece of paper between his thumb and middle finger. Prying it from his fingers.

You unfold it quietly, fingers smoothing over the creases in the paper. 'Tmrw at 4?' It read it dark blue ink. His handwriting wasn’t as messy as you expected, you quickly scribbles a ‘Yep :)’ adding the smiley face for fun. Maybe this was a good thing, you could make it a good thing. Helping someone bump their grade and maybe make a friend in the process—what’s the worst thing that could happen?

You slid the paper over his shoulder, ignoring the way his fingertips brushed against yours. You didn’t see him unfold the paper, but the way his shoulder shook with silent laughter was a good sign. He pocketed the paper for safekeeping. 

You couldn’t help but smile to yourself, but what you couldn’t see was the same smile that Eddie shared with you.

⋆·˚ ༘ *

The cafeteria was already packed by the time you had arrived, the hustle and bustle of kids grabbing their food and chit chatting like it was musical chairs was enough to drive you insane. You quickly ducked your head, attempting to make your way to your usual spot in the corner of the lunch room.

The hand that grabs your wrist stops you in your tracks. There’s a moment where you’re ready to swing back in retaliation. 

“Hey, want to sit with us?” He asks. He was really starting to throw you off. 

The idea of going from speaking in short, clipped—and sometimes one word answers, to full fledged conversations was not something you were used to. The only two people you talked to that much, outside of your parents, was Robin and Steve. And maybe Steve was a cop out, you two practically grew up together, toppling over each other as babies. 

“Uh, I don’t know—“ You begin, but the bellowing, boisterous voice of Dustin Henderson overpowers your own. 

“Steve graduated already, you gotta make new friends eventually.” 

That little fucking twerp. Him and Steve together in one place was a nightmare.

“I will murder you, Henderson. Don’t try me.” You threatened.

“You wouldn’t.” He counters.

“Try me.” You quirk your eyebrow. “Remember what Steve told you about summer of ‘84?” 

Your voice was lowered, but it didn’t seem like anyone was paying any attention, aside from the people sitting at Eddie’s table. It was like they had front row tickets to the most talked about movie in town. Dustin’s eyes widened in fear.

“He also told me about that time you two—“ You quickly shoved your hand over his mouth, stopping him from saying what was possibly the most embarrassing thing you’ve ever done. He muffled the rest of whatever he was saying into your hand.

“Don’t you dare.” You say seriously, fingers pinching the tip of his ear. His hands fly up, signaling his white flag of defeat.

“You’re so mean sometimes.” He whines, rubbing his tender ear. 

“You’ll live, Henderson.” You assure him, bumping him aside with your hip to take a seat.

Eddie had been watching with intrigued amusement the entire time, not sure how well you and Dustin actually knew each other until now. And apparently, it was entirely too much. 

“Not gonna eat?” Eddie asks, noticing your lack of a lunch tray.

“I hate big crowds. I usually just wait until everyone sits down.” You say softly, setting your bag on your knees to rest your arms on. 

“Here.” Eddie says, sliding his uneaten apple and bag of carrots over like it was a game of poker and he was dividing up his chips. “For now, at least.”

“I’m fine, honestly.” You laugh lightheartedly, but take the fresh fruit and vegetable anyway.

⋆·˚ ༘ *

Your halfway through lunch when you lock eyes with Jason, who’s practically burning eyes into your skull. He motions toward the door leading to the back of the school, hoping you’d get the signal. 

It made him look ridiculous more than anything. You’d already planned to meet up with after lunch earlier on in the week, but Jason never seemed like he was focused on anything other than basketball or Chrissy—which fair, Chrissy was a great girl. 

You leave without much of a word, other than a smile and a pat on Dustin’s shoulder, hoping he’d get the message. He knew just as much as Steve did about your arrangement with Jason, considering Dustin and Steve were practically conjoined twins, at this point. He clears his throat, distracting Eddie with something about their meeting tonight so you could sneak away without worry.

When you’re finally outside, Jason is pacing, not nervously, but definitely impatiently. “You got it?” He asks.

You pause, “…Yeah.” You answer him, pulling the midterm paper out of your bag and handing it over, he quickly snatches it away and slides you over the money he promised.

“Jesus, Jason. This isn’t a drug deal. Chill out.” You finally find the courage to say. 

“If anyone finds out about this, I could lose my chance at any type of scholarship, you know?” He tells you, and you don’t even want to begin to hear his sob story. His parents could buy his way into any school he wanted, though you appreciated his poor attempt to manage it himself.

“Hmm, well maybe—just maybe, you shouldn’t be asking people to write your papers for you then.” You snark back, zipping your backpack closed aggressively for good measure. “Figure this shit out yourself, Jason. I’ve got work, my own school stuff, and plenty of other shit to worry about. I don’t need you hounding me for a paper that you could finish on your own in a night if you actually took the time.”

“But basketball is my priority.” He tells you, you join in to mock him at the same time. 

“Fuck off, Jason.” Enough was enough. Jason was nothing but a problem, even after all the pain and embarrassment he’d put you through a couple years prior. “Ask your perfect, pretty little girlfriend to do the work for you.”

And for once, he finally looked defeated. But, he was smart in not responding. He shoved his way past you, making his way back inside. You don’t remember how the arrangement between you two started initially, or why you fell pity to him after the stunt he pulled a couple years ago—you figured you were more desperate for the money at the time, sacrificing and swallowing your pride in the process. But now? Fuck that.

You could just ditch the rest of the day, which didn’t sound entirely too awful, but it was rash and you didn’t like to act on impulse, which you’d been doing entirely too much of lately.

“Pull it together.” You remind yourself before forcing yourself through the rest of what was already a horrible day.

⋆·˚ ༘ *

Steve tagged along to lock up with you tonight, considering you two had plans to hang out tonight and he had picked you up from school that evening as a favor. 

“What’s got you so tense?” He asks, swinging his keys around his pointer finger.

“Everything.” You sigh through clenched teeth, outwardly groaning as you take a seat in Steve’s car. “God, my feet are killing me.” You quickly toe your shoes off on the floorboard of his car and curl your legs up criss cross.

“Care to elaborate?” He pushes, backing out of the parking lot to pull out on the main road. “Everything is just like a blanket statement, you know. You know I’m never gonna repeat anything you tell me to anyone, ever.”

“Except Dustin.” You remind him.

“Okay, that was fair game. You told him some embarrassing stuff about me. I couldn’t just stand there and watch.” He laughs, you try to hold back your own laughter but it bubbles out soon after.

“It’s just—the shit with Jason, trying to keep up with school, my parents hounding me all the time, and then I promised Eddie I would help him with English—which, you know how my motor mouth works, once I get an idea it just comes out, it’s impossible to stop it.” And god was that a fucking breath of relief to finally let out.

“You’re still doing Jason’s schoolwork?” He asks, slightly disappointed in you. It was understandable, he hated him just as much as you. 

“Only the important stuff. Essays, the higher graded stuff, you know. It’s easy money.” You tell him, but it sounds like a lousy excuse.

“Let’s not forget he embarrassed you in front of the entire basketball team and cheerleaders last year.” 

“Which was partly your responsibility, Steve.” You remind him. But, it was so far in the past that you couldn’t be mad at him. Holding a grudge against Steve was like hating your own brother and you couldn’t do it. Your gut was pointing to every possible sign to say no to Jason, but Steve gave you the push you’d needed that night.

“I thought it was genuine. I’m sorry.” Steve tells you, you could see the way he paused, swallowed, thinking back on the memory.

“Anyways. I’m just stressed. Not that I can’t handle it, but Eddie’s been acting unnaturally friendly with me and it’s kind of giving me weird vibes.” You admit, like trusting Eddie was just too good to be true. Not weird in the way that made you want to run in the opposite direction, but the way that made your stomach clench in anticipation—and occasionally your thighs. Eddie had always been attractive, but only from a distance.

“Just keep your guard up, that’s always the best option.” He says honestly. “Not that you don’t already have the personality of a brick wall.”

You promptly hit Steve in the shoulder, watching him yell and reach for the spot where you’d landed the blow. “Ouch!”

“I'm not that boring you pompous ass!” You replied in playful disbelief. Steve slowly pulled into the driveway of his home, gradually letting the car come to a stop.

“Have you ever heard yourself talk?” He asks, voice teasing. 

“And I sound like I have the voice of a thousand fucking angels, Harrington.” You assure him, shoving him to the side as you both raced to the front door. 

“You mean a thousand fucking gremlins.”

You gasped outwardly, caught entirely off guard by his response. “Steve!”

⋆·˚ ༘ *

You wake up Saturday morning with everything Steve had told you fresh in your mind.

No getting too close. Don’t talk about anything personal. Take the arrangement for what it was. Studying, that was it. You rarely got nervous around boys, but Eddie, you just couldn’t put your finger on it.

Which was exactly why your heart was pounding out of your chest as you knocked on his front door. You silently prayed he’d answer the door quickly, the sweltering sun doing nothing to help your pale skin. You pulled your shorts down where they had ridden up on the bike ride here, the unnecessary sweater covering your plain tee proving to be nothing but a giant heat trap.

“Princess.” There it was again, the soft tone in his voice and the teasing smile that painted his face. “Welcome to the Munson residence, once again.”

“I’m dying out here.” You deadpan, hiking your bag up higher over your shoulder.

“Oh yeah,” Eddie fumbles with the door knob, swinging the door open. “Come in.”

You quickly step inside, watching as he closes the door behind you. It wasn’t much cooler, but it was definitely a welcomed change from the heat outside.

“You know, the sweater might be your problem.” He says as he makes his way beside you, leading you toward the back room. “Not that I’m judging, I’m just sure you’d suffer from heatstroke if I left you out there another five minutes.”

“And then I’d come back and haunt the shit out of you.” It was a lame attempt at a joke, but the response from Eddie has you snapping back into defense mode.

“Promise?” Your cheeks burn a dark shade of crimson, which you lamely attempt to hide by turning to dig into your bag and fish out some of your English notes and one of the books the class was currently focusing on.

“I figure we should probably go over the paper from the other day, so I could explain what you got wrong and why, if you don’t mind?” You change the subject entirely, taking a seat on his bed. It smelt like fresh linen, it was made neatly, you weren’t sure what you were expecting but it wasn’t that. Even you didn’t take as much time to make your bed that often, at least not as neatly as this. To each their own though—maybe Eddie was a bit of a neat freak, not that you minded. 

“Sure.” He agrees, taking a seat on his bed beside you, although a comfortable distance away. You could appreciate him respecting boundaries, even if you could still smell the cologne he was wearing, not that it was distracting…at all.

His interest is genuine as you explain through the test, even if much of it isn’t sticking with him, he’s still asking questions and staying engaged more than you anticipated. Even you were ready for a break after an hour of endless talk of metaphors in literature and the re-explaining of Macbeth in detail.

“My fucking brain hurts.” Eddie sighs, laying down, hands crossed over his stomach. You try not to stare at the small patch of hair at the end of his stomach, leading down just past the tip of his belt. Or the way his surprisingly toned stomach stretches against the shirt he’s wearing—which was just a plain, black shirt, surprisingly enough. You couldn’t remember the last time you’ve seen him without any type of Hellfire or metal band shirt on his body. Not that you noticed. Not at all.

Your brain finally stutters back awake at the feeling of his finger poking your thigh. “Huh?” You asks.

“I said, if you’re hot you can take off the sweater—that really can’t be comfortable.”

He was right, it wasn’t. But part of it was because it was like a safety blanket. Also, it was just one of your favorites. You let your brain run on autopilot, slipping it over your head. You tried not to think much of it, thankful your shirt was baggy enough that it didn’t reveal to much of you. Even if your shorts were scandalous in their own right. You had to pick and chose your battles. 

You toss the sweater onto his nightstand, noting the paper that falls to the floor as a result. Your drawing, he’s moved into his room, at least. Which was both comforting and odd. You couldn’t understand the interest he’d had in it in the first place, but you weren’t really in a place to question it. 

“I’ve been meaning to tape it up somewhere.” He mentions, noticing the way you stared at the lonely piece of a paper. “Not that my wall isn’t already covered in stuff.”

It was the first time you’d actually found the chance to take it all in. Posters, an amp—Eddie definitely came across as a guitar guy, so there wasn’t much surprise there, nightstands littered with random crap—your eyes immediately snapped toward the cuffs on the wall and quickly glanced over. There was no way you were touching on that topic, no fucking way. 

“I’d be honored.” You joke, tapping your pencil against your notebook.

“Do you take it with you everywhere?” He asks curiously. “That sketchbook, I mean. I’ve never seen you without it until now.” He laughs innocently, adjusting himself to lean up and back onto his outstretched arms.

“It’s…in my bag.” You say quietly, almost embarrassed at the fact that he read through you so well. 

“Can I see some other stuff?” 

If there was a way to make you go into cardiac arrest with one sentence, Eddie Munson had found it. 

“It’s cool if you don’t want to. I just think it’s cool. At least, from what I’ve seen.” He says openly, gesturing toward the drawing you had given him.

“They’re really not that good, a lot of them are just rough sketches and—I mean, you might find this weird but—“ Don’t mention that fact that you totally draw him a lot—like he won’t notice it the second he opens the book. You had a valid excuse, you just didn’t want to come across as a total creep.

“Just show me.” He smiles, nudging your leg again.

You reach for the book buried in your bag and hand it over. There wasn’t any shame behind the stuff in there, but the way everyone perceives art is so different that the idea of any type of comment or criticism was your worst nightmare.

He flips through slowly, landing on the particular one of Jason you drew from a few days prior. “Now that one’s spot fucking on.” He chuckles to himself, the tiny little devil horns was a nice detail, he seemed to enjoy it just as much as you did in the process of drawing it out.

He flips through the next few pages, nodding silently. The anticipation driving a hole through your chest, you couldn’t even comprehend why you were doing this right now. Every single thing that Steve told you flew right out of the window. 

He flips another page and you interrupt quickly, “Before you say anything. You have a great hair for drawing, I don’t mean for it to come off as weird but it’s honestly helped me improve a lot.”

“No, no.” He shrugs, “I dig it. I guess I’m kinda your muse, in a way.”

That’s definitely not where you expected that to go. Actually, it was completely left field. So many miles away from where you planned.

“Not exactly.” You assure him. “I just—your hair is really distracting in class. And your side profile is really nice—“ You can feel yourself starting to ramble, the giant Cheshire grin on Eddie’s face only making things worse. “I’m just going to shut up before I embarrass myself more.”

Eddie closes the book and hands it over gingerly, “I really don’t mind. I’m serious.” He means it, you know that. “It’s fucking ridiculous how detailed you are.”

“I-“ You laugh softly, “nevermind. Thank you. Just…thanks, Eddie.”

You were so pleased in the fact that if there was anyone to see your work, someone you considered more of a stranger than a friend, like Robin or Steve, that it was Eddie. 

“Anyways, we should probably, you know, get back to work.” You interject after a while of awkward silence, not sure how to move on from the topic. 

“Cool with me.” He nods.

The next couple hours pass quickly, finally packing up your stuff after the long tangent Eddie went off on about D&D and the inner workings of it, which was a lot more interesting than you expected.

“Oh hey, you ever get to try out the weed I gave you the other day? It’s pretty damn sweet, right?” He says handing you the pencil you’d lended him.

“Actually, I haven’t.” You admitted. “I’ve been so busy with work that I completely forgot.”

He holds the joint between his fingers like he’d been keeping it stowed away for safekeeping, waiting for the right moment.

“My parents are going to ground me for life if I come home high.” Okay, it was a bit of an over exaggeration, but still buried in truth, nonetheless. “Let alone even smelling like weed.”

“Do you not realize who you’re talking to?” Eddie asks, he tried to seem offended, but it definitely came off as more of a joke. “Come on, miss perfect. We can just smoke it outside.”

You scoff in annoyance, knowing you were far from any type of perfect. “I have to be home in an hour, Eddie. If you get me in trouble with my parents, I swear to god.”

“I know—you’ll murder me and bury me in your backyard.” He jokes, knowing it’s all mostly playful. “Then I’ll come back to haunt your ass.”

You chuckle, your own words coming back to bite you. “Promise?” You ask, in an attempt to one up him.

You weren’t really expecting a response, but he gave you one anyway. “Someone’s gotta keep you out of trouble.” Eddie teases, bumping his shoulder against yours. 

You smiled to yourself, adoring the way that Eddie charmed himself out of any situation with ease. He lit up the joint on the short walk to the wooded area away from his home, safe from any random bystanders that may decide to wander by. 

“First hit?” He asks, handing it over to you, 

“Such a gentleman.” You reply, hand over your heart. You took a long hit, inhaling until your lungs couldn’t take it and the slight burn lingered in the back of your throat, breathing out slowly through your nose. 

For the first time, the silence is comforting. You pass the joint back and forth wordlessly until there’s practically nothing left.

“The stars are so pretty here.”

“Yeah.” Eddie answered after a while, staring directly at you.

You tried to ignore it, the heat of his gaze burning into the side of your face.

“The deeper you get into the city, the less you can really see.” 

He hummed to himself, “Totally.” 

He hadn’t heard a word you said, too focused on the way you were mindless focused on the sky, mesmerized by something so simple.

“God, I don’t think I’ve ever been this high.” You sigh to yourself, feeling like you were having an out of body experience. Your body didn’t feel like you own, even these clothes felt foreign, the way you ran your fingertips over them. “You’re a really bad influence, Eddie.”

You finally lock eyes with him after a few minutes. He was in a complete daze, high out of his mind–you weren’t even sure if he was still on the same planet as you, which obviously, but there was no way he was leaving this picnic table without some assistance. You take a quick glance at your watch, feeling yourself jump back into reality almost immediately.

“Shit, I’m so dead.” You panic, clumsily placing your feet on the ground–any faster and you probably would’ve twisted your ankle. “I have to go, right now.” 

“I can give you a ride, if you need it.” Eddie suggests, but it’s far, far–literally a galaxy away, from the safer option of biking home high.

“I need to ride off the smell anyway, I’ll manage.” You tell him, rather than declining his offer outright. You hesitate for a moment before lending your hand out, gripping his in an effort to pull him up.

“No smoke sessions tomorrow, Eddie. I’m serious.” You point an accusing finger at him, watching as he follows it, then looks up at you with his stupid, dopey smile. “I’m fucking serious.”

Super duper serious. Strictly business from this point forward. 

“Fine.” He agrees in defeat, finding his own footing. “But, I’ll definitely feel like an ass if you don’t let me drive you home.”

There was no way Eddie could even put a coherent thought together right now.

“I’ll be fine. I swear.” You tell him, smiling sweetly. He didn’t seem like the type to push back thankfully and dropped the argument there. “See you tomorrow, Munson.”

You leave in a rush, blinded by the idea of having to explain any of this to your parents, and only once you’re home, after a very bumpy, sobering ride–you realize the one very important thing you left behind–your school bag. 

⋆·˚ ༘ *

It shouldn’t be something you were worried about, Eddie had already looked through the one possession you were most insecure about–but still, the idea of being thrown so far off your game that you would leave your bag behind was enough to have you showing up at Eddie’s trailer bright and early, the morning dew still stuck to the grass and the birds chirping away at nothing.

You should have figured Eddie wouldn’t be fully dressed when he answered the door, but you weren’t really sure what you were expecting exactly. Still, the door creaking open and revealing a half naked Eddie, boxer-briefs leaving little to imagine–your eyes immediately snap back from where they’d lingered, because nothing about Eddie seemed little, not in the way he was towering over you, right now. Was he really that tall? Huh.

“What can I do for you on this fine–” He begins, voice still fighting through sleep, a yawn escaping him.

“I left my bag last night.” You blurt out. “I just need it back.”

It all seemed ridiculous, in hindsight—showing up like this.

“Uh, yeah–” He looks around, trying to gain his bearings. “It’s on my bed–I think.”

He nods in the direction of said bedroom, swinging the door open to welcome you inside. You side-stepped wide enough to avoid his shirtless chest, trying to ignore the fact that it felt like you were literally going to burst into flames at the slightest touch. Whatever high you had last night was gone, but you couldn’t ignore the fact that you still found Eddie attractive, sober or not.

You move around silently, flipping his blankets around to dig for your bag. He’s standing in the hallway now, just outside the doorway that leads to his room. His arms crossed over his chest tightly, still desperately attempting to rub the sleep out of his eyes. Eddie Munson was nowhere near a morning person, but that made perfect sense in hindsight. 

“Gotcha!” You celebrate quietly, throwing the strap of your bag over your shoulder. 

“Hey, I’ve been meaning to ask—” His voice startles you, “how do you know Henderson?”

It was a weird way to start a conversation, but Eddie wasn’t one to dwell on semantics on proper conversation starting.

“Him and Steve are a package deal.” You explain, like it was the cure all. 

“Oh.” You can see the gears turning in his head. “Yeah, that makes a lot of sense.”

“I’ve known Steve since I was in diapers.” You admit, finally catching his gaze. “We’ve been friends for a really long time.”

“So that stuff at lunch the other day–” You had managed to push that so far out of your mind that you were surprised Eddie had even remembered. He was a curious person, you couldn’t really blame him, but the thought of explaining any of it to him was the last thing on your mind.

“Long story.” You laugh it off, feeling eager to escape now. “Anyways, I’ll be over at four. Is that still good for you?” You ask.

He nods silently, angling his body to let you through–because god, why was this hallway so fucking tiny? You clear your throat and quickly move past him, practically jogging toward the door. The faster you escape, the better. 

“Later, Princess.” He adds–and you bite down on nothing but air, teeth clenched. He was trying to be coy and you knew it. 

“Bye, Eddie.” You reply, lamely attempting to force the nervousness out of your voice. You’ve never forced your legs to pedal so fast in your life, feeling like jello by the time you arrived home.

⋆·˚ ༘ *

“Why the fuck do they talk like that?” Eddie asks, looking up at you from where he was stretched out on his bed, legs kicked up lazily behind. The soft sound of a random rock song you don’t know the name of playing on the radio to fill in as ambient noise.

“It’s archaic and prose.” You answer simply. “It makes a lot more sense the more you read it.”

“Well, I needeth a break, M’lady.” He jokes, forced accent and all.

“That actually wasn’t bad.” You admit, closing the book that you’d place between you both. 

At some point, you’d ended up in a similar position, sprawled out beside Eddie, head resting in the palm of your hand.

“Not to boost your ego or anything, but you’re a pretty good tutor.” Eddie says, twirling the pencil between his fingers slowly.

“Whatever.” You shrug off lightheartedly.

And you can feel the impending question before it even leaves his mouth–blame it on your amazing intuition, but Eddie was also incredibly predictable sometimes. 

“You want to know what Dustin and I were talking about during lunch, don’t you?” You ask, eyeing him carefully. 

He shrugs, “I’m just a little curious, I guess.”

Fair enough. It might feel good to get off your chest anyways–not to mention half the school already knew about the instance.

“Jason asked me to meet up with him during that back to school bonfire they were having, right before Junior year–you remember? Anyways, I talked to Steve about it. He kinda pushed me toward it initially, he was the only reason I even went–I used to have a huge crush on Jason–horrible, now that I think about it. To make a long story short, he made this whole elaborate show about how he liked him and I ended up half naked in front of him, standing on the dock at his parent’s lake house, but the entire basketball and cheer team watched the entire thing happen. I didn’t realize until I heard them laughing from the bushes. There’s a picture, somewhere, I’m sure–I just try to block it out of my memory.” You explain slowly, enough time had passed that you could think about it without bursting into tears from embarrassment, but it was still terrifying to say out loud. “Steve felt really bad about all of it. I know he didn’t know any of that was going to happen, but I just took a lot of my frustration out on him.”

Eddie was eerily quiet, like he was attempting to soak all the information in. You tried not to gauge his reaction too much, knowing that pity was a normal reaction from most people.

“And then,” You say on a deep breath, “Steve and I got really drunk and made out and it was fucking weird. We joke about it now, but it was just…a lot of mistakes in one night, so I try to forget about it.”

“Good to know that Jason’s still a total dick.” He adds, not like that wasn’t already obvious. “I can’t believe you made out with Harrington.”

You want to gag at the long, distanced memory. “It wasn’t my best moment.” You agree. 

“So, yeah–Dustin knows a couple secrets about me. And now you do–but if you tell anyone–Eddie–”

“I won’t.” You can see the seriousness on his face, coming from his voice. 

“Swear?” You ask

“Pinky swear.” He answers, holding up his ringed pinky finger. You hesitate for a second before wrapping your own pinky finger around his.

He doesn’t let go. But to be fair, neither do you. He’s looking at you, not ogling, but admiring–although, it definitely could’ve been interpreted as him checking you out. You avert your attention to the intricate design of the ring on his finger, making some attempt to break the heavy, thick blanket of tension that had fallen over the both of you. It wasn’t like you’d never laid in bed with a boy before–you could lay and talk with Steve for hours, but Steve didn’t look at you the way Eddie did, not ever. 

You clear your throat softly, twisting the ring with the few fingers that weren’t interlocked with his, both of your hands now resting against the soft duvet. “Is that a pig?” You ask lightheartedly. The answer never comes.

Instead, “Can I kiss you?” Eddie asks, almost too timid to be his own voice.

Your mouth hangs open for a half second, before you force yourself to pull it together. And you’re pretty sure your heart was making a desperate attempt at beating its way out of your chest. You nod slowly, leaning forward before you can even think about stopping yourself.

His lips were soft, gentle–but firm in the way they pressed against yours. You only had a couple other experiences to compare this too, but it was obvious that Eddie had confidence in his own abilities. You pulled back after a few seconds, wetting your lips nervously. Eddie followed the way the tip of your tongue dragged over them, the heat from the breathy exhale he let out fanning over your face.

“You never answered my question.” You say softly, eyes flicking up to look at him. His gaze still locked on your lips, you repeat yourself once more, this time calling him out directly. “Eddie, you never answered my question.”

“Yeah, yeah. It’s a pig.” He says, eyes finally locking with yours. “It’s a stupid fucking pig.” His voice is strained, breathy–and you’re just as sure as he is in the fact that you can’t believe this is even happening.

And even if you may end up regretting the decision later, you decide to put him out of his misery. Letting go of his hand completely, hand settling and finding a place to call home against the back of his neck, you pull him forward. He grunts slightly, almost inaudible as you press your lips against his own, more delicate than he had. In the way that he was entirely too sure of himself, you had restraint, hesitance. You let a long, breathy sigh and try to ignore the way your body shivers with nervousness and anticipation. 

Eddie takes the opportunity to find his way past your lips, teasingly dragging his tongue against your own. Your brain could literally short circuit at the thought of his mouth being anywhere else on your body, even now you could feel yourself screaming internally and if you weren’t so goddamn turned on, you probably would just scream out loud.

His hand found your waist at some point, playing with the frayed fabric attached to the bottom of your shirt, kissing you fervently, playfully–and like the tease he’s proven to be, he bites down on your bottom lip gently, for good measure. 

“Eddie,” You breath out, pulling back. You can’t even bring yourself to look at him, only following the way his hand is massaging the dip in your waist, “studying, remember?”

“Shit.” He curses to himself, allowing himself to drop back into reality. “Yeah, sorry.”

“It’s fine.” You assure him, knowing that studying was the last thing you were hoping to focus on now. 

“I didn’t mean to overstep, I’m sorry if–” Eddie starts, and you can’t help but feel like a sucker for the way his voice stutters over the apology. And studying be-fucking-damned, you had plenty of other time to help him out. You had to allow yourself to self-indulge, at least once, and regret it later. 

“Fuck it.” You sigh, shoving your belongings out of the way and pulling him toward you again.

He immediately takes the advantage of being above you, slotting his own legs between yours, still remaining enough distance that you both wouldn’t simultaneously combust from the idea of grinding against each other, though you weren't sure how long that would actually last.

He delves into your mouth like you’re the last meal he’s ever going to have and Jesus Christ–-no one’s ever kissed you this way. You sigh openly, letting Eddie deepen the kiss further. You try to find every reason to pull away, but you’re drawing the biggest fucking blank, gasping softly when Eddie’s hands dip behind your lower back, grasping onto your ass and bring you closer. And there’s no way to ignore the feeling of Eddie’s groin pressed against you, dick straining against the material of his jeans. His openly sighs into your mouth, switching from sweet, closed mouth kisses to dirty, deep open mouthed kisses that leave you both begging for more. His hand slips between you both, palm coming to rest against your clothed mound. He stops for a moment, like he wants to ask permission.

“Eddie,” You say softly, almost startled by how spent you sound, “I don’t know if we should–”

You wanted to keep going–god did you want to, but there was a lot of shit you needed to figure out first. And luckily, this didn’t feel like a one off experience, the way Eddie looked up at you with his wide eyed gaze, lips still obscenely wet and puffy.

“I’ve never–you know,” You struggle to find the words, “I’m a virgin. You should probably know that.”

You had enough common sense to know that Eddie wasn’t, judging by the pack of condoms he never bothered to put in his nightstand drawer, it seemed likely enough that he’s probably fucked a girl or two before, not that you cared. You just weren’t sure if this was the right time to be delving into uncharted territory. 

“Fuck, I-” He replies, slightly breathless, “We totally don’t have to. I didn’t really expect–I just wanted to kiss you at first but Jesus–you’re fucking amazing.”

You laugh openly, falling back against the mattress. The look on Eddie’s face was priceless, something you wanted to take a picture of and remember forever. But, the way his fingers accidentally drag against you from where they were now resting against your inner thigh are enough to shake you back into reality.

“Sorry.” He says sheepishly, dragging his fingers back.

You stop him on a whim. The whim being the fact that you’re just incredibly to horny to leave with the state you were in. Fucked out, without even being fucked properly.

“We can…if you want.” You suggest tentatively. “Just for a little.”

Teenage hormones were a hell of hard thing to overcome and you were desperately losing that battle.

“If you don’t want to it’s fine–I get that you’ve never–” Eddie starts, but you emphasize by dragging his finger up your thigh and right about the waistband of your shorts–similar to the one from the day before, short and just as scandalous. 

“It’s not like I’ve never touched myself before, Eddie.” You assure him, feeling the way his fingers played with the fabric teasingly. “I’m a virgin, not a puritan.”

“God, you’re so fucking hot.” He sighs, forehead resting against your shoulder. You jump at the first touch of his fingers against your bare cunt, and part of you wants to feel embarrassed about the wetness that had collected there, but you were way too horny to give a shit. “And so wet.” It comes out as a moan. A fucking moan.

It should be criminal how attractive Eddie sounds right now, fingers exploring a part of you that only you’ve ever known. He drags a single digit from bottom to top, collecting the wetness. The tightness of your shorts left little room for him to move his hand around and the contact was almost earth-shattering. He hesitates, taking a moment to circle around your clit. You sigh quietly, which he takes as a good sign, testing the motion out again, and again, until you’re practically keening from the pressure building there. The way his finger slips into you is jarring, how easily he moves past your folds, starting a slow, steady motion of guiding his fingers in and out of you, occasionally stopping to drag his fingers against the most sensitive part of your body, the only place you wanted him to be.

“Oh,” You moan softly, “fuck, please.”

Eddie could come at the sound of you, the way your voice squeaks in desperation. He chuckles softly, using his thumb to circle your clit, teasing and slow. You could get yourself there just fine, but the foreign feeling of a hand that wasn’t yours, knowing your body almost as well as you did, it was enough to have you squeezing down on his fingers in pleasure. 

“More?” He asks softly, looking from his face had been resting against the middle of your chest, watching as his fingers disappeared into your shorts. 

“Please.” You beg, almost desperate. His second finger joins the first, adding a nice stretch that you’ve never really felt like this. His fingers were so much bigger than your own, so much more filling. You gasp loudly at the sudden change in pace, closing your eyes in a bid to hide your own embarrassment at the sound of your own voice. When you finally pry your eyes open, Eddie is staring at you. You weren’t sure how long he had been, but his gaze is dark, hot–you want to disappear. 

“I want to hear you.” He assures you, emphasizing his words by working his finger against your clit quickly, causing you to mewl in response, back arching off the bed. “You sound so pretty, princess.”

And if there was any other way to die, this is exactly how you wanted to go out. 

The pressure builds and builds, Eddie finding every way to pull sounds out of you, some you didn’t even know you were capable of. You can feel the way he’s absently, but still gently, grinding against your leg, where he’d maneuvered himself after a while, in hopes of relieving some of the pressure off of his own issue. You could tell he was holding back, which made you feel slightly guilty. 

The thought is immediately interrupted by your orgasm washing over you out of the blue, fast, nearly knocking you out from the feeling that spreads throughout your entire body. Eddie works you through the end, even when your body is oversensitive and tingling. 

“Jesus Christ.” You sigh, staring up at the ceiling. 

“Nah, just me.” He says cheekily, grinning.

You reach for the clasp on his belt on instinct, but he stops you with a hand on your wrist. “It’s fine.” He laughs softly, “Besides, the second you touch my dick, I’m done for.”

It’s absurd, but it makes you giggle to yourself. 

“I’ll take care of it later.” He admits, adjusting the front of his jeans to provide relief. The thought of him in bed, dick in hand, had you squeezing your thighs together shamelessly. 

“O-Okay.” You reply, pushing yourself up as he moved off of you. “Well, thanks—I guess?”

You both fall into a fit of laughter immediately, not finding any reason to ignore how ridiculous you felt. Not to mention that way your heart twisted at the way Eddie’s grin reached from ear to ear. It wasn’t a new thing exactly, Eddie smiled a lot, but you knew this one was reserved for both of you, and that had your stomach doing back flips.

“My pleasure.” He replies, putting on a fancy, pretentious accent. “Princess.”

“Why princess?” You ask curiously, wondering where the name fits in for you.

“I don’t know,” Eddie shrugs, sitting back on his heels, “You've always been little miss ‘pretty and perfect’ to me—smart, and you don’t really put up with anyone’s shit—I almost didn’t believe it when you asked me to sell weed to you that first time.”

“Thought I was gonna rat you out, huh?” You ask teasingly.

“Maybe just a little.” He admits, holding his thumb and pointer finger an inch from each other. You toss a pillow at his head, he takes the hit like a champ, throwing it softly back at you. 

⋆·˚ ༘ *

You two spend the next couple weeks studying off and on, not really bothering to avoid hanging out at school. Dustin actually enjoyed it; since he practically worshiped Eddie and you were another friend he had to talk to, not that Mike Wheeler wasn’t sufficient enough, his mind was just flooded with girls and Dustin was so far from the precipice of females.

Even if you spent half of your study sessions making out, you still managed to get enough work done that Eddie was making a little improvement—not to mention the look on Ms. McNally’s face when she called him out in class and he answered her question correct—you would’ve thought hell had finally froze over. Study sessions went from a weekend basis, to Eddie showing up to your shift at Family Video to ask about a question on the homework on any given day, not trying to hide the fact that he wanted another reason to talk to you outside of school.

“If you manage to help him graduate, it will be a miracle.” Steve says one day, leaning in as Eddie left the store. 

You show up at his door that night, ready for another one of your tedious study sessions. But he’s answering the door before you have a chance to think. 

“My uncle’s home.” He tells, looking back over his shoulder. You’d gotten lucky with the past couple of weeks, timing your visits almost perfectly, so that they aligned with his uncle’s work schedule. But, you weren’t sure what to do now.

“Well, we can just study—it’s fine.” You tell him quietly, “or I can come over tomorrow?”

“No.” He all but blurts out, “Sorry—we, we can just take my van. I know a spot where we can go.”

You’re hesitant at first, but you agree—it’s Eddie, you knew it would be fine. 

His van is incredibly spacey, to your surprise. It made a lot of sense, though. You could tell he’d had more than a few smoke sessions based on how it practically reeked of weed and his cologne. When you’re stopped at the spot—a wide expanse of trees covering a large area and a giant skull shaped rock in the middle, he swings the back doors open, giving you a better view of his setup. 

“Skull rock, Eddie? Seriously?” You deadpan, climbing out of the passenger seat and to the back of his van.

“What?” He asks innocently, hands flying out to his side in question. “It’s a great spot.”

You could point out every surface that Steve had made out with a girl on that rock, from memory—despite wanting to know, Steve just hated keeping his sexcapades to himself sometimes. Either way, you couldn’t complain. It was quiet, secluded, you didn’t have to worry about anyone finding Eddie toking up in the back if he so decided, even if you didn’t plan to partake. And part of you knew, not much study was going to take place anyways.

“Can I draw you?” You ask randomly, Eddie peering at you from where he’s perched on the edge of his van. “Sorry, that was really forward—I just—“

“Sure.” He agrees, moving deeper inside the van, the night sky nearly swallowing the van whole. If it weren’t for the overhead lights, you wouldn’t be able to see more than a couple inches in front of your face, luckily they lit the interior up well enough.

“How do you want me, Picasso?” He asks, flaring his jacket out.

“Just sit—and, what are you doing?” You laugh, watching as he knelt down, chin on his fist, a goofy attempt at a heroic pose.

“Too much?” He asks, but he doesn’t need the answer. He can tell by the amused look on your face, so he shifts onto his backside, legs spread out slightly, one lifted up so his foot was planted in the floor.

“Act like we’re in your room, talking—just be comfortable.” You remind him, letting the pencil feel out the paper.

And you don’t think you’ve ever heard Eddie stay so quiet, for so long. But he’s watching you, just as much you had been watching him, fiddling with his rings occasionally. 

“Something on your mind?” You ask curiously, about halfway through the sketch, “I can see the gears turning in your head.”

“Just thinking.” He says quietly, eyes still locked on yours. “I don’t want to distract you, though.”

Though, that was really the plan all along—so you took the bait. 

“No, tell me.” You demand, setting the pencil and book down.

He chuckles to himself, “I’m just thinking about how I wanna kiss you right now.”

You smile knowingly, a little shy now by how intently he’s looking at you. “Then why don’t you?”

And like a dam breaking, he’s on you instantly, hands gripping under your thighs to lay you down on the blanket that was covering the expanse of the back of his van. 

“Wait, the doors.” You tell him through quick kisses. “Close the doors.”

And you’re right. The last thing you need is someone walking up on two high school students getting hot and heavy in the back of a van. The doors slam shut and he’s finding his way back to you, eyeing your mouth greedily. Eddie had gotten more and more comfortable with maneuvering you around how he wanted, knowing just how to have you begging for more and more.

His mouth leaves yours, kissing the underside of your chin, your neck, the small part of your chest that was exposed to him. He wanted to worship you in every way and form possible. He’s got his dick pressed against your core, still jailed by the confines of his jeans, the coldness of the chain he had attached to his pants, the one bearing factor that was keeping you grounded. Otherwise, you probably would have left the planet already.

“Wanna taste you so bad.” He groans against your neck, free hand coming up to rest against your cheek, stroking the delicate skin. “Please?”

“Yeah,” You rush out, licking your suddenly too dry lips, “only if you let me taste you too.” You slip your hands in the waistband of your sweatpants, pushing them and your underwear down in one go. You definitely want to feel ashamed, but you can’t help yourself. He freaking out at the thought of your mouth around him, you could say the same for yourself.

You expect him to delve right in, devour you immediately, but he stills himself. He mumbled something into the inside of your thigh, you try not to think about it too much, opening your legs a little wider. He’s nipping and biting at the most sensitive parts of your skin, watching you squirm in anticipation. 

And when the flat of his tongue finally makes contact with your core, you moan unabashedly, reveling in the feeling. His nose nudges at your clit, and the sounds—god, the sounds. You blushed a particular shade of red, ashamed at how well your body was responding to his touch.

“So pretty and perfect.” He says against your cunt, “Just like I suspected.” 

You laugh at the absurdity of it all, moaning when he sneaks a finger up to join with the work his mouth couldn’t cover. He was working you up, he wanted you to come, but the fact that he already had you 1-0 was a crime and that just wouldn’t suffice. 

He grabbed your hands, which had been laying useless at your side, and guided them to the beautiful mane of hair attached to him. You wrapped your fingers around the hair at tugged, ever so softly. The look on his face as he pulled back was something you’d never soon forget, mouth covered in your clear slick, his tongue reaching out to lick his bottom lip.

“Wanna suck your dick, Eddie.” You begged. “Please.”

The look of pleading you gave him had him melting in your hands. He wordlessly lifted himself to his knees, wasting no time to undo the buckle of his belt. You helped him along the way, unzipping and pulling at the waistband of his jeans. When you finally found the chance to switch positions, he was already pulling the top of his underwear underneath his ass, but you couldn’t be bothered to wait any longer. You moved on instinct, grabbing his dick in your hand and tugging on the shaft gently, testing his body out. 

Even though you didn’t have much to compare it to, Eddie Munson still had the prettiest dick you’ve ever seen. 

“Shit, say that again.” He groans, watching you lean forward to kiss at the tip. You hadn’t realized you even said that aloud until he was staring down at you, completely wrecked by the idea of you finding his dick pretty. 

“It’s so pretty and perfect.” You tease, licking the underside of his dick in one, long stripe.

He curses audibly, head banging against the metal of the van.

You take him carefully, slowly. Maybe you’re doing everything wrong, but the moan that escapes him proves otherwise. His hand curls around the back of your head gently, guiding and setting a pace. He’s showing you what he likes, so you give it to him. You’re careful not to scrape against his shaft with your teeth, using your tongue to trace slow circles around the tip before swallowing him down in one go, it was a lot more than you could initially handle, it makes your eyes water and you pull back for a moment to catch your breath.

“Sorry, too much.” You apologize halfheartedly and Eddie gives you an incredulous look, both mesmerized and completely caught off guard.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” He breaths out, eyes searching yours for a moment. “I don’t want to sound forward but I really wanna fuck you.” 

If it was anyone else, they’d probably be dead. But, the way Eddie sounds almost desperate is the entire reason you’re nodding your head in earnest. 

“Yeah. Yeah, we can do that.” You agree, despite how terrified the thought made you feel.

“We can stop if it’s too much for you.” Eddie tells you, sincerity ringing through. “I’m serious.”

You nod, “I’m good, I swear.”

⋆·˚ ༘ *

Eddie has you wedged in between the makeshift pillow he made and himself, laid out comfortably on your side, naked from head to toe, and you try not to linger on the way he’s staring at your breasts, or the hand that’s running between your legs, dipping into your folds again. You adjust yourself slightly, legs widening at the touch. He’s gentle and you want to cry at the thought that someone would want to take so much care with you. He fingers you open slowly, swallowing your moans throat deep, lingering kisses that you never want to end. You can hear the wrapper crinkle between you, watching as pulls away to rip it open with his teeth.

Mesmerized as he rolls the condom down his shaft, you clench at the idea of him being inside. You didn’t want to think anymore, letting your body run on autopilot. 

“We can go slow. Just tell me what feels good.” He reminds you, hiking your leg up against his hip, positioning himself at your entrance. You nod silently, bracing yourself. Your hand wraps around his wrist where he’s caressing your head, letting the slow, stretching feeling of him pushing inside take over your body. It stings, but barely—you nod again, looking up to let him know that this was okay, that you were okay.

He gradually picks the pace up, once he’s finally seated inside you and you’re accustomed to the feeling of him. It wasn’t until then that you realized just how noisy Eddie could be—moaning every obscenity under the sun into mouth as you swallowed up everyone with a kiss, gasping for air when he grazed your clit with his thumb from where it had been resting against your hip bone.

You can feel the way he’s holding back, not sure how much you could take. He’s gripping you tight, and you attempt to break him from whatever daze he’s locked himself into.

“Eddie, it’s fine.” You say breathlessly, “I can take it.”

And like that, he releases you, maneuvering you onto your back to adjust himself over you, pulling himself out to adjust before he’s careful thrusting back in, hand tucked under the soft skin at the back of your knee, bearing the weight you couldn’t bother to hold up. 

He leans forward and mouths at your breasts, taking the time to graze his teeth against the tip of the the soft bud of your nipple, causing a gasp to bubble out of your chest. “Do that again.” You beg.

He laughs quietly, showing the other breast the same care, then switching back to the other. Fuck, it was so good. You’d almost been too distracted to realize the pace he’d picked up, more consistent as the sound your bodies coming together filled up the silence. That and the moans you couldn’t bother to keep quiet, mixing in with his own. 

“Feel so good, princess.” He groans, mouth tucked away into your neck, mouthing at the skin there. “Squeezing my dick just right.”

Eddie has a filthy mouth, obviously. You were definitely bookmarking that for later. 

“Wanna come, Eddie. Please.” You gasp, trying desperately to push back to meet the more desperate pace Eddie had set. 

“Here,” He’s grabbing your hand, guiding it between the both of you, “wanna see you touch yourself, see if you can make yourself come as good as I can.”

Part of you doesn’t know how to respond, so you don’t, but you mindlessly obey the request at hand, circling your clit with your own two fingers, gasping at how sensitive you were. Fingers were one thing, but Eddie’s dick—that was something else entirely. You’re trying desperately to keep up, but Eddie can tell you’re overwhelmed, overworked, so he slips his hand against yours, helping you through the motion. 

“You’re almost there, I can tell.” He murmurs against your ear, the hotness of his breath sending tingles down your entire body. “I got you.”

He moved your fingers with his, hips shaking sloppily, thrusting himself through his own climax, watching as your mouth dropped open in a wordless shout, orgasm hitting you in a flash of white, leaving you panting for breath when you came back to earth. 

Eddie gives you a few minutes to settle, brushing your wild hair behind your ears and out of your face—he pulls out slowly, removing and tying the condom, discarding it in the front of the van inside of the tiny trash can nestled underneath the passenger side dash. He seems worried.

“It was good.” You assure him, hoping he wasn’t stressing over the idea of ruining anything for you. “I don’t really have anything to compare it to but if it’s anything like that, it was pretty damn good.”

He chuckles gently, his chest shaking at the motion. You finally have a clear view of some of the tattoos you never really noticed until now. Eddie had slipped his underwear back on in the process, helping you search through the flurry of mixed clothes to find your own. 

“I guess I just wasn’t sure how we’d handle things after.” He says quietly, taking a seat next to. You see him reach for the pre-rolled blunt sitting in the ashtray and you grab his wrist, pulling it toward you.

“Well, do you want me to leave?” It wasn’t meant to sound harsh, Eddie didn’t seem to take it that way either.

“No.” He replies sheepishly, hands resting in his lap. 

“Then stop worrying. Stop acting like you just scandalized me.” You laugh, poking his stomach. “I think we’re way past that.”

“God, because the sounds you make should be illegal and I don’t like being a one and done type of guy—“ Eddie would have gone on a tangent had you let him, but the gentle reminder you offered was enough to shut him up. 

“Well, next time—“

“Next time?” He quirks up, eyebrows raised.

“Next time,” You repeat, feeling a little silly, “we’ll find out just how long the both of us can get. But, first—you gotta pass English.”

The exasperated sigh that Eddie let out was enough to have you curling forward in laughter.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, princess.” He smiles, reaching forward to kiss you, chaste and sweet. 

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[igotanidea]

No strings attached (2) : neighbor!JT x reader

masterlist

part. 1

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„What happened?”

When Jason came into the staircase the first thing he noticed was Y/N, who was crouching next to her door with a sad face, cleaning something that seemed awfully like….

“Is that blood?!” he yelled, falling to his knees right next to her.

“What?” she scoffed “Of course not, are you crazy? It’s just paint.”

“sorry….” He mumbled. Jason had way to much experience with blood to not think about that particular thing when he saw Y/N’s door swimming in color red. “Who did this?”

“I have some ideas.” She retorted pointing at one half-scratched word, that at the moment were proudly announcing to the world that she was a bitch. “Guess your lady friend really doesn’t like me.”

“I’m sorry.” Jason said again, a bit of remorse showing on his face “let me help you with this. It’s only fair given the fact it’s all my fault.”

“I can handle it.”

“Please, Y/n.” he whispered and only then she turned around to fully look at him. Well he was fine. Tall and well-build with a mop of black hair with a single white strand right above the forehead and pretty green eyes that were currently showing all of his remorse for the situation.

“What happened to your hair?” she asked just to deflect the tension she felt and that question took them both by surprise.

“It’s…. kinda long story.”

“Really? So it has nothing to do with acting like a bad boy and trying to keep your cool?”

“What?”

“Nothing.” She shook her head and smiled lightly “it’s fine if you don’t want to talk. After all we don’t really know each other.”

“But…..” he tried to chime in but she didn’t let him.

“given the circumstances I think it’s better if you just stay away from me, Jason. I mean look what happened after the first time we talked. Next time some other of your ex-girlfriend see me with you, I’ll probably end up with a knife in my chest or an acid on my face. Not exactly a nice perspective, am I right?”

“She’s not my girlfriend.” Jason hissed trying to reach for the sponge Y/N was using to clean.

“Yeah, sure. Does she know that?”

“I told her!”

“Sorry sunshine, but take it from a girl with experience. She won’t let go easily. I know I wouldn’t.” She babbled and put her hand inside the bucket with water, accidentally touching Jason’s hand. Only then her eyes grew wide at the sudden realization of what she said dawning on her.

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” Jason smirked and raised an eyebrow, even if that sudden touch was … nice, to say the least. Gentle, delicate, like nothing he was used to. Definitely not while patrolling and fighting at night. And even when he had female friends it was always physical. Rough animal fuck just to satisfy the basic needs. And it was fine. Convenient for both parties.

Jason was only familiar with pain, anger and a flood of sudden contradictory feelings in both Red Hood and Jason Todd version. And to his own surprise he enjoyed something different coming from Y/N even if she almost immediately retrieved her hand, not giving him w chance to dwell on that feeling.

“No.” she simply said. Nothing more. No explanation, no blushing, no excuses. Just one simple no.

“Shame. I think you are hot too.”

“Sure” she laughed so hard she actually started crying “I’m hot. That’s a hell of a good joke Todd. I look nothing like the hot girls. I mean, look at me.”

“I am…..”

“I’m not skinny, I hate wearing short and dresses because of my curves and I definitely don’t skip on meals just to lose weight and it shows. To quote a classic: I ain’t no size two. I’m fine with the way I look, but I am definitely not hot.”

 “And yet, Madison clearly treats you like a threat.” He pointed out

“a threat?” the girl raised an eyebrow “nah, not at all. I’m nothing more than a stain on her fancy clothes. A stain you need to eradicate and that is precisely what she’s doing.”

“I don’t ….”

“I meant what I said, Todd. You better stay away from me. I really don’t need any more trouble than I already have.”

“Am I trouble to you?”

“You scream trouble. In more ways than one.” She rolled her eyes “I don’t know about you, but I’m fine with silently passing each other on the stairs. I’m not known for being too open with people.”

“Guess we have that in common.” He scratched his neck in an awkward way, wondering what he could possibly say to make her change her mind. The fact was, the more she was trying to push him away, the more he wanted to pull her in. He might have not been the one to form a true relationship, but the way she was acting and pointing at her body barely seconds before, got his mind spinning. He wondered how it would be like to have her. To have an innocent, maybe a bit shy girl and not a vamp, he was so used to, just to get himself off. How it would be like to feel her underneath him, get those soft hands on his body, to kiss all those places where she was insecure, whisper sweet nothings into her ear while making her feel good. Cause sure as hell he would. How it would be like to map her whole body, find the spots that would make her melt into him and elicit sweet whines and moans out of her, all of that while pressing her into the mattress or wall, seeing her face twisting in pleasure, maybe making her scream his name when she came …... Shit! What was happening to him!? He barely met her and she was his neighbor for fuck’s sake. Maybe all of those one-night stands finally messed up his brain. That was what he was doing. One and done? Sure, even if some girls were becoming clingy after one night (Madison being the best example). But fucking a neighbor he would pass by on a daily basis was surely not a good idea. At all.

“Great. I suppose we just made ourselves a deal.” suddenly she stood up bringing him back to reality “wanna shake on it?”

For a moment Jason hesitated. On one hand he wanted to feel her touch again, craved it even. On the other was fully aware that given his not-so-innocent fantasy-filled brain he wouldn’t be able to settle only on that. So he shook his head as an answer, refusing to fuel the fire inside him any further.

“Too bad.” She pouted “Anyway, it’s late and this stupid stain is not coming off. Guess that’s me saying goodbye to my deposit money” Y/N laughed bitterly “I’m just going to head to bed and I suggest you do the same.” She opened the door to her apartment, turning to face him before disappearing inside. ‘Good night, Jason.” she smiled lightly.

“Good night, Y/N” he whispered back, barely holding himself from grabbing her waist, pushing her into the wall and forcing his way in with her.  

*** 

It was not a good night.

Well, definitely not for Jason.

It was irrational and crazy on so many levels, but he simply wanted the girl next door. And once he felt that desire there was no chances for him to let this go.

And the fact that she was giving him mixed signals was not helping at all. Did she tell him to stay away? Yes. But did she said goodbye with that pretty smile and sparkling eyes? Also yes. And fuck if Jason didn’t want to take some action with her.

But then again. He wasn’t doing relationship and hooking up with the neighbor, especially someone who seemed as kind and nice as Y/N would only cause trouble.

“Fuck!” he hissed to himself, barely capable of focusing on patrolling, beating the shit out of the criminals in more violent way than ever, getting needy and horny just by thinking about her. What was she doing at the moment? Was she thinking about him too? In the way he was thinking about her? No, that was nonsense, she had every reason to hate him. But maybe that hate would turn into some tension relieving and getting herself off? Alone? Was she lying in her own bed, touching herself, trying to get that sweet high? Fuck, he would be more than happy to help her with that. To introduce her to new levels of pleasure and ecstasy, which he was perfectly capable of providing.  

If he were to knock on her door right that moment would she even bother opening? Dressed only in her pajamas or even better, wrapped up only in a towel, straight after shower making it so much easier for him to get what he wanted and needed?

Shit.

He could imagine her curvy body, still a bit damp from the water, her sweet smell, the softness of her hair. Her innocent, surprised gaze – the same she made when he first asked her to play his girlfriend in front of Madison.  Holy shit, was she a virgin? Oh, he would be more than happy to be her first. The first to touch her body in a way she never knew before, to make her a woman.  

“Fuck, just stop you idiot!” his mind was definitely falling into straight-from-porn fantasies. “Just stop it!”

But it was easier said than done and getting progressively more painful with every passing minute. And if he wasn’t careful some of the bats patrolling nearby would notice the tent in his jeans and tease him about it. So gathering all his strength, both mental and physical he started beating all those crime lords to a bloody pulp. The sign and smell of blood making him calm down a bit, drawing back the memories of the time when he was the one being beaten with a fucking crowbar and finally – killed.

Yeah, it definitely did wonders to his excitement, but nothing for his mental state and it quickly became more visible than the tent in the jeans.

‘Jace?” of course his caring older brother had to ask “are you doing all right? You got that gaze….”

“Just fuck off, Grayson!” Jason yelled not able to hold himself anymore. “Just fuck off!”

“What is wrong with him today?” Tim’s voice echoed through the comms, but before anyone could give him an answer Jason took off running leaving the surprised bats behind.

God, he just needed to be alone for a few minutes to help himself.

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[allthegothihopgirls]

I love the asexual Bruce Wayne agenda and I totally agree with it. What I want to know though is how Bruce (asexual queen that he his) deals with his hormonal teenage boys?

Cause like Bruce never got the sex talk (I mean his parents died when he was young, and the family Buttler is Not giving his former employers son the sex talk) and that’s fine by Bruce. Cause he’s never felt these ‘urges’ that everyone talks about. Honestly, sex is overrated.

But, Batman prepares for everything. And one thing that people ALWAYS stress about parenting is having to give your kids the sex talk.

I just really want to know about the hijinks like;

Bruce: *Standing forlornly in front of a ‘Sex Ed’ PowerPoint* So, I understand that you probably have no desire for these… urges. That everyone talks about. But the parenting book (and society) decrees that to be a good parent, I need to give my children a proper education on sex.

Dick: *Very much not asexual* Yeah, no thanks dad this really helps!

Bruce: *Bewildered* How???

although the idea of bruce uncomfortably giving his version of a 'talk' is amusing, i don't think he'd give one at all. none of the boys would really give him any reason to, until he gets to tim at least (he's like, the only one i haven't fully projected my asexual agenda onto at this point).

dick's always been very responsible, so when he starts dating, maaaaybe bruce has like, a single thought contemplating whether or not to sit him down, but i think he'd get off with a "you know that you should always treat a woman right, yeah?" whether dick's actually dating women is up for debate but you get the point and a pat on the back. i believe that bruce operates predominantly under the 'if they have questions, they'll ask' mindset, so he trusts that if dick needs an answer to something, he'll come to bruce. (or just source an answer elsewhere)

i do also think that if anything, alfred would be the one to pull bruce up and ask if he'd adequately informed the boys of things 'one on one' (because he KNOWS that he hasn't). and even then, if bruce were to actually sit dick down, he wouldn't get so far as an introduction spent dancing around the topic because bruce is himself, mortified, before dick stops him and says that he doesn't have to give him this talk, because "wally already did" (much to bruce's disapproval).

as for jason, dying isn't great for a guy's love life. as i pretty much said previously, i don't think bruce would approach anything until it was absolutely relevant (when the boys are already in a relationship). so jason not getting a chance to really date before he died, means that bruce never had the opportunity to talk to him about it. i also believe he'd assume that jason already knows, with the crude jokes he makes, and the kind of people he grew up around on the streets. and obviously, by the time he comes back as red hood, he's too old to 'not know' and it's just presumed he knows his stuff.

i think tim might cause him a little bit (a lot) of trouble though. it definitely scares the shit out of bruce when he finds out about steph getting pregnant by her ex. it prompts him to fling fully into action mode to prevent tim ever being in that situation. that'd be the first time he's properly spoken to one of his kids about it, lots of emphasis on protection and what NOT to do.

however for any other talk pre-steph, i really do think he'd try to palm off the responsibility onto dick (he's very thankful that he's got kids old enough to do it for him), asking him to talk to tim. bruce would probably pull out all the cards "i'm too old" "he'd think it was less weird coming from you" "i don't know what you kids get up to, he's better off hearing it from someone who he can relate to" "i don't want to traumatise the kid" etc etc.

i do think the whole steph situation would be a bit of a reality-check for bruce though, and he'd have the realisation "that could have been any one of the kids" and he would be on his toes for a bit. especially with the amount of girls tim is rumoured to have relations with. him getting with bernard would be a big relief for everyone bruce i think.

once again when he gets with bernard, bruce is 100% palming off the responsibility of having that talk, onto one of his other kids. most likely jason. this is getting super far into my own personal headcanon territory, but literally none of them are straight to me, and i think jason would be the most 'comfortably' gay (mostly just his lack of care about the subject, being percieved as open-ness). bruce would 100% ask dick to talk to tim if it weren't for how private he tends to be with his love life in adulthood. (even getting him to just have the general 'talk' with tim was pushing it)

i don't think he'd ever talk with damian, the league definitely taught him (although objectively). i do think out of all the kids, he'd be the one to have questions though, mainly about the romantic aspect of relationships, as he struggles to wrap his head around the concept of 'love', (which really tests bruce's parenting abilities) i do think dick (having the bond he does with damian) would go out of his way to have a talk with him as he got older though.

as for cass, i don't think she would have ever been taught, with her irregular upbringing, as well as not going to regular school and all. but girls are new in the batfamily, and bruce doesn't want to touch that conversation with a ten-foot pole, so he calls diana in to do it for him.

final note, i also really do think a large contributing factor to bruce most likely never approaching the subject out of his own free will is just how private they all tend to be with their love lives. like i can see dick telling bruce that he's dating someone (as a teenager), but apart from a name and how he knows them, he's not really giving much else away. jason on the other hand just completely leaves it up for everyone else to figure out on their own (it lives entirely in my head that he's like this with his family, but is super close with his partner's family, which is a shock to everyone). if anything, tim's the only one who ever wants people to know about his relationships, for them to 'meet the parents' (bruce) etc etc. it probably all stems from bruce himself being a pretty secretive guy.

#i think i went a tad off the rails on this one #for the record this has no canon credibility #wally west as a kid's friend is a parent's worst nightmare #also i think bruce has a lot of trust in the education system and the health classes the boys have all sat through #but he most definitely makes up excuses to not talk to them #“it'll be best for them to learn through experience” etc etc #asks #honeyicedcoffee #asexual bruce wayne #bruce wayne #batman #batfamily #batboys #the robins #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #cassandra cain #damian wayne #robin #nightwing #red hood #red robin #dc comics #dc batman #dcu #dc #gothihop speaks

[tiredtxmblrvet]

Fic rec friday!

Got this idea from @mediumgayitalian (thank you!)

Below are 5 fics I've enjoyed this past week/recently. (They're all solangelo)

FAR GALAXIES by @rosyredlipstick

https://archiveofourown.org/works/49263694

Summary:

She didn’t answer. Instead, she pulled out her PADD from her coat, slow enough that Nico only slightly twitched. Jason’s transmission was loaded up on the screen—at the bottom, their signature tag was spelled out. “Guardians of the Galaxy. That supposed to be a joke?” “More like an aspiration,” Jason said. - Space, the final frontier. Or whatever.

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Rosy is still working on it, but when I tell you this is absolutely worth it. Nico is 1 part of the Guardians of the Galaxy, and him, along with Piper, Jason and Leo get into many shenanigans in their journey across the stars. I'm just obsessed with Will and Nico's dynamic in this. Rosy is just such an incredible writer, her fics will probably pop up in more of these if I'm being honest.

Solace by @solisaureus

https://archiveofourown.org/works/38228998

Summary:

solace (n.) comfort or consolation in a time of distress or sadness.

solis (n.) the Latin word for "sun."

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I am an absolute sucker for fics that are "rewrites" of canon but that are Will Solace-centric, and when I tell you this absolutely delivers. I loved reading about Will's journey as a healer, how he deals with love and loss, it's just a beautiful fic!

i'm put in awe (of something so flawed and free) by CordeliaRose

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53629369

Summary:

Right. Well. Nico squares his shoulders, reminds himself that nobody’s perfect and this guy has to be ugly, and knocks on the door.

He is met with a Greek God, and forgets how to function.

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AKA: the archaeologist!Nico & trauma surgeon!Will AU.

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If you're not familiar with Cordelia, they wrote the solangelo bible (AKA August) and are currently writing August(Will's version). However, they decided to bless us with this absolutely adorable Trauma Surgeon! Will and Archaeologist! Nico AU, and it's such a pleasant read. Will and Nico's dynamic is flirty and adorable, and the rest of the seven are such sweet friends to Nico. Plus Nico is autistic coded in this and I'm a sucker for that.

my lover's the sunlight by demigodbeauties

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30187689

Summary:

It’s his Olympic debut. In a few short hours, he’ll be the only man skating on the ice sitting before him. He’ll be skating in the Men’s Singles Short Programme and representing all of the United States. He’s in a city he hasn’t seen in years, skating a brand new set of routines, and he wants so desperately to win. 

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Figure Skater Nico di Angelo has a run in with Ice Hockey Player Will Solace. It doesn't go too smoothly, but then again - when does it ever?

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Olympic Skater!Nico and Olympic Hockey player!Will. This story is warm and heartfelt, and the "enemies" part of the "enemies to lovers" tag is more misunderstanding than anything else. I felt myself wanting to cheer for Nico as he performed right there along Will, and #Solangelo even trends on twitter in this LOL.

Got a Pretty Face (Pretty Boyfriend, Too) by @buoyantsaturn

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33772453

Summary:

Was Will flirting with him? Or was this just his attempt at being a friendly neighbor? Either way, just to be safe, Nico should probably make it known that he’s off the market. Right? A casual mention of a boyfriend would work - he’d never had to let anybody down easy like that before, but he’d seen it in, like, movies. Thanks, I’ll see if my boyfriend is interested. Perfect. Now, he just had to say it.

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Will moves from Austin to a small town in Texas, where he immediately takes up three jobs, and does not have the time to be flirting this much.

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CJ never ceases to amaze and impress with their work, and this fic is no exception. I'm not normally one to read Leo/Nico, but I found I really enjoyed their dynamic in this fic, and the use of "sunshine" and "freckles" as nicknames for Will absolutely made me smile. Basically Nico and Leo live in Texas and Will works two jobs, and meets both Nico and Leo separately, and the two both start crushing on him. Shenanigans ensue. I adore this fic.

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Okay that's all! I'll probably keep doing this until I run out of fics to recommend. Have a good friday lovelies!

#solangelo #nico di angelo #will solace #fic rec #solangelo fic rec #percy jackson #Percy jackson and the olympians #pjo

[callunawrites]

Sequel to you let me complicate you 

There’s a point, somewhere in the middle of Dustin’s rambling explanation of actual real-life monsters, evil Russians, and psychic little girls, where Eddie starts to tune him out. Not entirely, of course, because he’s pretty sure that there’s going to be a quiz on this shit later, but just enough to let his brain settle into a kind of numbness instead of the full throttle fucking meltdown that’s been his general state of existence since Chrissy Cunningham’s still-warm corpse hit his floor.

It’s not that Eddie doesn’t want the details. He does. Of course he fucking does. Real-life monsters? Evil Russians taking over the dearly departed Starcourt Mall? A miniscule army of actual fucking psychic children? It’s what stories are made of. Unfortunately, the brain can only handle so much. So, Eddie zones out a little. He’s almost positive that someone will give him the cliff notes version later, once his brain is fully back online. 

As it is, he is cold, the boathouse is dark, and Steve Harrington, despite the dozens of other things going on that would be a much better topic for his brain to latch onto, is proving to be irritatingly distracting.

When Eddie had first heard Steve’s voice, he’d thought– well, he’s not really sure what he fucking thought. That King Steve had come to save him? Un-fucking-likely. That Steve teamed up with the cops and Jason Carver and the rest of town to come and hunt the freak? A little more likely, but something about it didn’t quite sit right. So, Eddie stayed under that tarp, heart rabbiting in his chest, and felt the oar slam into the hull of the boat beneath him, felt the reverberations rumble upwards and outwards, the sound of it harsh in his ear. 

Thump. 

Thump. 

By the time that the oar hit him, Eddie was ready for it. Bottle in his hands. 

He hadn’t expected how strange it would feel to have Steve in his hands again, wouldn’t have guessed for the life of him that even now, all these years later, with adrenaline coursing through his veins and fight or flight sunk deep into his very bones, that something would sit up inside of him and recognize the body beneath his. In truth, he was already hesitating before he ever even registered Dustin Henderson’s voice shouting for him to stop.

He held that bottle to Steve Harrington’s neck, felt Steve trembling under him, watched the sweat beading against his temple, his eyes wary, and felt it. A sense memory of another time that he’d had Steve trembling under him for a very different reason.

#stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson

[the-arkhamwolf]

Reverse Robins Tim Drake

I have a lot of Reverse Robin Aus so I thought it would be fun to compare the different versions of Characters in each starting with Tim

Falling in Reverse

My first ever Reverse Robins deals with Tim's many self-worth issues. In this version Tim dies due to his fear of failure.

Tim was a neglect child that felt he had to earn every thing including his place as Robin. After his Parents died he moved into Wayne manner. Damian wasn't much help making Tim feel like he didn't belong.

Things got better between them but Tim's never got over that feeling of not belonging. He never spoke out on this just worked hard to prove himself. Believing Robin was the only reason he wasn't tossed aside. So when he was benched, due to him "Not being fit to be on the feild", he took that badly and went out to prove himself. Overworked and paranoid he walked into a trap that ended his to short life.

Tim then takes a dip in the pit and wakes up cold and reserved. Ras is amazed believing that the pit had no affect on him, that was indeed far from true. The pit gave Tim a different kind of rage, a quite rage, something Ras would come to realizes was far scarier.

For a while Tim stays with the league learning and waiting. During this time Ras tries to brain wash Tim and he plays along. But the truth is Ras never had Tim under his control. When Tim is ready to leave he sets off his plan basically destroying the league. He then confronts Ras and kills him. This is Tim's first kill and while Ras doesn't stay dead (Thanks to the pit) He becomes fearful of Tim.

Tim is able to control the pit (for the most part) making it safer for those around but deadly for those he deems as a threat.

He goes back to Gotham and despite Ras best efforts Tim doesn't hate the bats and even feels relieved Bruce took another Robin. After all Tim wasn't really suppose to be Robin.

Tim blames himself for his death and thinks he has brought great shame to batman and Robin. Tim sees himself as a failure that does not deserve to rejoin the bats, this is reinforced by the pit. So he works to protect the bats doing the dirty work to keep their hands clean.

Some people deserve to die and that's where he comes in. Because Batman doesn't kill and Damian should never be put in that spot again, not after how far he has come. Tim sees himself as a necessary evil.

He actually has a great relationship with his replacement even if he didn't mean to. He works hard to make sure the kid is safe. Jason is a great kid and will never go through what Tim did. He and Damian have a complicated relationship but both still care for each other.

He gets along with Cass pretty well even if they disagree on killing. He thinks Steph is the funniest thing ever and loves to watch her annoy Damian.

Tim leads the outlaws which is him, Roy, and Rose. Tim doesn't need friends he needs to focus on his work. Roy refuses to let that happen and somehow sneaks his way into being friends without Tim realizing it.

Rose flirts with Tim at first because it always flustered him but slowly they grow to like each other.

Tim is touch starved and he is the only one that doesn't see that as a problem. He also is a workaholic so Rose and Roy have to keep an eye on him and make him take breaks.

Tim has a deep love of photography even as Red hood. It a way to connect him to his past and Robin.

(Spoiler- When he becomes a dad He leaves the role of Red Hood and becomes a new paper photographer)

Something I love about this version: Tim has deep love of Fnaf that drives everyone crazy

The Watchers

The Watchers is a much more darker take on reverse robins and the main reason is because Tim doesn't die. Watchers switching things up a bit with Tim having a good relationship with his parents. Tim is still a little sneaks out and becomes Robin.

Damian and Tim's relationship is much worse in this version. With Damian being jealous of Tim and his family. After Tim's parents die he moves in with Bruce and Damian becomes angry. (Damian is a lot more resentful due to stuff that happens to him but this is about Tim right now)

One night Damian cuts Tim line and he crashed into a building. It doesn't paralyze him but it does give him permanent back problemsAfter that Tim became stayed on for another year as Oracle, A whole year of putting up with Damian's harsh insults and mocking unable to do anything. Finally, Tim had enough, quit the hero game altogether.

He leaves Gotham only to be brought back a few years later by an un expected visitor. Batman has stepped down and Gotham is full of crime and the Court of owls is at the center of it all. There is going to be a purge on Gotham Tim hates this city but it was his home. He and this guy name Jason team up to take back Gotham.

As so as he moves back Tim started having nightmares. He doesn't get much sleep and his back is not going to let him go into the feild so He becomes SkyWatcher. The court finds out about him and sends a talon after his. Turns out it's a child (Dick Grayson). He decides he's going to bring him home and raise him. It takes a while to earn the child trust.

Tim comes across Rose and the two ends up have a relationship sort-of like batman and cat women.

Tim has a deep resentment for photography because it reminds him of Batman and robin. He also hates Damian and this gets worse when Damian takes Stephanie under his wing and makes her Robin.

Something I love about this version: Tim trying to raise a kid that is constantly trying to stab him

Falling Slowly

Falling Slowly is not exactly a Reverse robins set up as Tim is actually the oldest. While Watchers is the darkest version I think this is the saddest.

Tim parents weren't around much so he would sneak out at night to take pictures of Batman. Batman gets injured one night and Tim is forced to reveal himself to help Bruce.

After Alfred patch Bruce up he imminently takes Tim home telling him to not sneak out anymore. Of course, Tim didn't listen because someone needs to be there to help Batman when he's in trouble.

Eventually, Bruce gave up and started training him, not to fight but to protect himself. Tim started helping Bruce with cases and spent a lot of time at the cave. He was given the code name backup but he's not allowed to join in the fighting.

Everything was great until Tims's parents got killed during a robbery. Bruce took him in ahd tried to help him. Feeling guilt about his death Tim tried to go out and avenge his parents but Bruce stoped him. He made Tim his side kick hoping it would help Tim the same way Batman helped him. And it did Tim became less restless and more focused.

Tim become Cardinal but because of how tiny he is the media started calling him Robin. Tim hated this but he got tired of correcting people. While Robin Tim and another sidekick he was freinds with got attacked. Tim only got minnor injuries but the friend was nearly killed and lost the ability to walk. Tim blamed himself and started to spiral lucky someone was there to pull him out.

 After Tim graduated he moved out to go to college. He came home for the weekend to find that he had a little brother.

Tim is beyond thrilled, he always wanted a little brother. Jason was a little standoffish at first but eventually warms up to him. Tim spends his weekends training Jason and eventually passing down the mantle of Robin to Jason once he's ready.

 Tim couldn't help but blame himself because he gave Jason the suit. Tim dropped out of school and moved back to Gotham to keep an eye on Bruce. He gets a job at W.E. and becomes Redwing. Tim is in a spiral and no one seems to be able to pull him out until Selena goes a talks to her. She manages to convince to get therapy.

Therapy ends up helping Tim still has a long way to go but there's diffently an improvement.

The therapist advises him on getting a therapy dog. Tim's skeptical after all his mother had taught him dogs were fealty creatures that would chew him up.

However while working on a case he finds Ace a poor German shepherd that has been mistreated and hurt. The dog tries to tear him to pieces so He brings it him. Slow he earns Ace's trust after taming him some work he takes to a class to get him trained. Ace doesn't care for other humans or dogs but he has gotten to the point where he chooses to ignore rather then attack.

Ace complete trust Tim and Tim complete trust Him.

One day while walking in the cave he was attacked by a child assassin aka Bruce's son Damian. Damian doesn't like Tim at first but Tim keeps an eye on him because the kid is his little brother. 

 One day Damian walked up to Tim and Bruce and demanded the Robin mantel. Tim puts his foot down before Bruce could say anything reminding him of what happened to Jason.

One night Damian steals the Robin suit and sneaks out. He runs into Red hood and somehow the villain knows his every move. Luckily Tim comes to the recuse, unlucky Tim isn't prepared to deal with this.

Something I love about this version: Tim loves to skateboard and even teaches Ace how too

Brand new Au

While my first Reverse Robins has Tim having a bad live and then dying this newest one has Tim being happy then dying. Okay Tim's parents are still neglectful and he still gets a ruff start as Robin (or whatever name I use) but the rest is pretty happy.

It all starts when Damian gets shot. He's not killed but he's is paralyzed from the waste down. Damian had been Robin Tim's hero and Batman's sidekick. After getting shot he left Gotham leading to a much darker Bruce. Batman needs Robin, Tim didn't sign up for this but here his is.

Bruce is better but he and Damian still aren't talk. Tim decides to put a stop to that. Damian and Tim get off to a rocky start with Damian finding Tim annoying and aslo having an underlying resentment for the kid Tim doesn't care.

Slowly the little brats grows on him and Damian does come back to Gotham. The two become pretty close. Damian convinces Tim's Parents to let Bruce adopt him and Tim moves in.

Tim is a people pleaser so Damian makes sure no one takes advantage of him. And Tim makes sure Damian doesn't bet himself up over mistakes.

Tim effectively becomes friends with a villans daughter and takes her under his wing. Stephine trains under Tim to become the next Robin

Tim plans to leave the mental to start his own team but is to nervous to tell anyone by Damian and Stephanie.

Tim gets hurt bad on a patrol trying to help someone. Damians on the headset the entire time talking to him as Tim lays bleeding out.

Tim's death spits the family apart and cause Steph to leave. L

Tim comes back via Lazarus pit plays Ra's, destroys the Lazarus pit, leaves the league in shabbles than starts up his own team with Roy and Rose.

He can't control yhe pit messes with his head making him cold and dangerous so he stays away from the bats to protect them.

Cass is sent to kill Tim instead he takes her and trains her she in return becomes his unrequest body guard. He trys to give her as normal a life as he's can.

One big difference between this and Falling in reverse is that in FR Tim had his own run down apartment. Where as her all of the outlaws live together in an abandoned building.

Something I love about this version: Tim ands Cass's siblings dynamic I just find this adorable

Wrap up

Falling in Reverse: Ashamed Red hood in desperate need of a hug

The Watchers: Tired dad with back problems and a murderous child

Falling Slowly: Guilty older brother trying to make up for the past

Brand New Au: Scared Red hood who pushes everyone away

What character would you like to see next?

If there's you have any queston or want me to to talk more something of one of these drop it in my inbox

Also I need a name for my band new au if anyone has a suggestion

#batfam #reverse batfam #reverse robins #Tim drake #The wolfverse #red hood #damian wayne #batman #fanfic #au #Robin #dc

[technicallyverycowboy]

zero context WIP tag game

If you're tagged, make a new post and share 1-2 (a few) sentences from your most recent unposted WIP(s) with zero context - Let your followers guess!

The excellent @cryptidafter tagged me. Right now it's all @playboyybingo all the time, so have a couple snippets.

One

“This is real?” Jump asks. “Like, <i>real</i> real?”  Some feral, clawed part of Porsche resents that everyone quietly considers him a liar, despite how careful Porsche has been to lie as little as he possibly could. Being scrupulous about how much of the truth you tell people isn’t the same as half the shit Captain pulls, or even Zouey’s carefully constructed walls.  He grits his teeth through the urge to lash out. He copes variably well with the emotional wreckage that Jason Lee’s left behind. Realizing how often he’s motivated by fear has been casually humiliating, and some horrifically small and fragile part of him is always worried that this will be the thing that finally disgusts Jump into discarding him. 

Two

It wasn’t just that they fucked, good as the sex was. (It was really, really good.) The tipsy Aob leaning against Puen’s side, talking about his ex and his past, was a cracked open version of Aob that Puen had never seen before. He tried to memorize it: Aob’s eyelashes dark against his cheek, Aob’s collarbone half-hidden by his shirt, Aob’s little smirk asking if Puen liked him back without admitting he liked Puen first.  Aob wanted someone to see him almost as much as he hated the idea of someone seeing him. Puen had never before in his life wanted someone in a way that made him think about that kind of thing. Want felt too mild a description for the way his chest ached when the full weight of Aob's attention settled on him.

Three

Without his dad depositing money into his account every month, Captain has two options. Option one is to replace his dad with another rich old guy that will pay Captain's way. It wouldn't be hard; there's a particular kind of middle age perv that really likes their toys bratty. But a daddy is right next to a father, really. Captain doesn't want to be beholden rules or expectations. (Or end up with someone like Jason Lee, because Captain has no interest in being murdered for shooting off his mouth on the wrong day.) Plus, Keen would hate it and not in the fun way where he pins Captain down and takes it out on his ass. Option two is to get a job. Which isn't impossible. It's just that the only jobs Captain has ever envisioned for himself are star athlete or vice president of something made up in his father's company where he has a big office and no one expects him to do anything. But waiting tables? Making coffee? It sounds so painfully boring, Captain's pretty sure it might kill him.

#ask meme #playboyy #jumpporsche #aobpuen #captain playboyy

[cellias]

OH MY GOSH I LOVE YOUR RECENT JASON X READER FIC IT MADE ME FEEL ALL FUZZY THEN SLAMMED ME INTO THE WALL AT THE END WITH THE REMINDER THAT HE GETS AMNESIA! 😖💘❣️💓💖💖💞💗 But imagine when he gets amnesia he remembers his s/o like how Percy remembers Annabeth so when he awakes in a “relationship” with Piper he feels like it’s wrong, still has faint memories of reader & when they find each other (s/o would definitely be looking for him like Annabeth looked for Percy) he just takes them with him

that’s so kind of you to say!! 💗😭😭 I’m glad it gave those feelings, and sorry for the reminder oops <3 I was kind of trying to leave it open to something exactly like this! Sorry this is so long omfg

warnings: mention of blood/fire/violence, all canon typical

when Jason wakes up, his mind is just empty. He doesn’t know his own age. There was no trace of anything, and his surroundings are not familiar at all

Only one thing seems to exist in his brain, a trace of whatever he had forgotten

Y/n

The name seems to echo in his mind. He doesn’t know exactly who it is. But he can hear their laugh and feel their embrace when he thinks about it

And when he turns to find a very pretty girl holding his hand? He blushes and pulls away, because he doesn’t know why she’s looking at him like that, and her face is not familiar at all, and her hand just doesn’t feel the same way as theirs

He doesn’t know how he knows that, but he does and it’s something

It’s a big relief in this new world of strangers he’s seemingly been thrown in

and when he finds out he’s supposed to be dating Piper it’s just. He feels very much uncomfortable with that information

she seems like a great girl, but the faint thought of Y/N, though he doesn’t know where they are, what they might be like, or even their last name, tells him that being with Piper like that isn’t right

He felt bad, trying to distance himself from Piper when she tried to hold his hand or do those shy couple things that happen in new relationships, because it’s not her fault

he knows their memories of him have to be fake, because Y/N certainly isn’t, but they don’t know that - couldn’t believe it because it was crazy

And then he discovers his ability to FLY, gets to camp half-blood, and a truckload of out of context information has hit him

Demigods, literal Gods, these figures that he somehow knows the names of, his abilities; yet he doesn’t know how these things come so easily to him

he’s almost always corrected for saying the Roman version of every name, but the familiarity is still prominent

he doesn’t really miss the aim of Drew’s comments towards him. he just couldnt find it in himself to care enough to give her a response, with how she was treating Piper and Leo

And then Piper seems to be more heartbroken by the second. Because it’s true; Jason had never existed in their lives. All her memories had been planted there, basically

he can’t help but feel bad for something that wasn’t his fault. she liked him, she had a made up past of him, all because some goddess had thought it was convenient

so he refrained from breaking her heart further; he wouldn’t tell anyone about the name that nagged his mind every moment he spent near her. the way she had been nervous over his picture of Thalia had been enough for him to stall a little more.

throughout the quest, his bond with leo and piper became stronger

it had felt right, being with them, putting his trust in them, and they had come back with real memories, a real friendship

But holding Piper in his arms as much as he did at the fire stirred a weird feeling that caught in his throat when that name came again

When he let go and kept a distance, the feeling only intensified, this time swirling with unmistakable guilt. he really didn’t want to hurt piper — he liked her a lot

just not how she wanted him to

after the quest, he makes sure to come clean, especially after the dreams that gave him more names and faces of his past

And then Y/n becomes a clear image, and he knows he can’t keep this up with Piper, because the second y/n loses the blur, his heart seems to uncover the longing and love that he didn’t know had been plaguing him since he woke in the bus

he talks to piper and the hurt in her eyes is almost enough to make him regret his wording, his choice of setting, his tone

And then, despite her heartbreak, she tells him she understands

“yeah, waiting would have been a real jerk move,” she says. “they’re really lucky.”

his smile is sad, and he doesn’t know what to say so he pulls her into a hug and this time it feels right. there’s nothing conflicted inside of him, because now he knows where his love lies and it’s different to the one he feels for piper, his friend. best friend.

she understands when she sees how eager he is about Leo’s progress on the ship, and when she notices his hands and shaking as they get closer to New Rome

And the wonder in his eyes when they land on someone in the crowd (not to forget the unusual frustration and restlessness in his voice when he confronted Terminus)

“y/n,” is the first word he says on new Rome soil in the months he’s been gone, and he can’t really stop himself from walking a little too fast to get off

he follows Annabeth a little too closely, eager to find them

and when the crowd parts for you and Reyna, he feels like he can’t move; he’s so entranced by you, the real one, not the one that’s been in his head, but the one that lives and breathes

You look so regal, like the leader he wishes he could be, and so stunning, the sight beat any memories he lived off of when he missed you

he stares into your eyes to see youre already watching him with a sparkle he knows all too well now

y/n looks away for a second to look at reyna and something passes between the two before your eyes connect to his again

“Jason Grace, our praetor,” you start, and gods, if he never thought much of his own name before he sure did now, “we welcome you home.” Your previously collected expression had softened into a teary smile he had rarely seen before. And you had never looked more beautiful.

“And these,” Reyna nodded, “your friends—”

before she could continue, Percy and Annabeth exposed them all to a passionate reunion — it took some restraint to stop Jason from doing the same, minus the judo-flipping, probably, but he has successfully stopped himself and introduced his new friends

“it seems we have a lot to discuss.” Reyna clasped her hands together. “Centurions!”

It seemed Jason hadn’t accounted for your patience, as the second the centurions arrived to side with Reyna, you had decided to step from their position

“my gods, jason, just get over here!” he heard, before feeling your arms around him, and again, he wondered how he lived off memories when this was the real thing

he laughed and returned the embrace when the slight shock wore off

After a few seconds he felt you tense and pull away, staring at the demigods and leaders who had watched. “Well? You heard Reyna.”

Everyone seemed to mumble and clear their throats before following Reyna’s orders to the legion, and making the place comfortable for a feast.

Jason stayed in place, his arm around you still, and his heart warming, along with his now pink cheeks, when you looked back at him

“Jason,” you smiled sadly and cupped his cheek, your thumb caressing his skin softly. It was a gesture he hadn’t felt since he had woken on the bus. “You’re here.” You took a breath. “I never stopped trying to find you. And I’ll do everything to make sure this doesn’t happen again. I promise.” You paused. “Do you…” you trailed off and looked up at him hopefully.

“I remember now, yeah,” he assured. “There’s…a lot I need to tell you. But I think most of that can be done during the briefing.”

“Right.” You turned toward the tables being set up. “The briefing.” He noticed your stare go cold. “Take everything Octavian says with a grain of salt. He wasn’t exactly in favor of my attempts to search for you. It’s all complicated, basically. But,” you grinned. “It’s good to have you back home again. I have to hear your story, though.”

when you both walked to the others, hand in hand, things almost felt normal. Like he’d never even left, like he’d been by your side the entire time — and that’s how he wants it to stay, he knows now

When he revealed that, similarly to Percy, the only thing he remembered was your name, your expression wavered and you clung to his hand tighter. You had been happy he had found new friends, and been welcomed into a new home where they hadn’t been too hard on him. To know he hadn’t forgotten you and wanted to find you too had rid the doubt that he found his new life better than his old one with you.

after the prophecy is discussed you volunteer to show Piper around with Jason

Despite his fear of it being awkward, he had forgotten how good with words you were

Piper eased up around you and seemed to genuinely like you so far

So Jason had brought up the idea that had been ringing in his head for a while since their discussions

“Y/N, it should be you that comes with us.”

You frowned. “I would. I want to. I just don’t know.” You looked around New Rome. “I’d be leaving everyone for a long time. Longer than I’ve ever been gone. But…I guess, with Reyna in charge —”

Before you could continue, a thundering boom shook the ground

the ship had fired

Your hand went immediately to your side, where your weapon usually was, but the space was empty

before you could question Jason and Piper, he was ushering you both toward the forum

He didn’t know what was going on, but Leo was on there in the ship and he needed to find out and keep you both safe while doing so

Unfortunately, the Romans had decided Jason and Piper were traitors, and you being one of the romans did not save you from being caught in the crossfire

soon the state of the three of you wasn’t looking too good — Jason’s head bleeding and his cloak ripped in multiple places, Piper attempting to use her charmspeak, and your bleeding arm as you joined Piper and Jason’s pleading

Jason tried his best to cover you after you gave Piper your shield, as she was most likely to face the wrath of the Romans as a Greek

you’d all had enough when Jason got hit in the head with a brick and crumpled in your arms (almost toppling you over)

Piper tried to mark herself heard in front of you both. “Stay back!” She looked at you. “Y/n, you have to make a choice. You’re either coming with us or staying. And,” she sighed like it stung, but her tone stayed kind, “I’m sure Jason wants you to come with us. We’ll need you.”

You didn’t have time to ponder your options, and instead clung to Frank’s dragon claws with the other two

It was possibly the weirdest method of transportation you’d used, and you totally would’ve been freaking out if you weren’t already preoccupied with an injured Jason

You looked down at your home, on fire and raging, and back at Jason, and you knew you had made the right decision. Wherever Jason went, you would; you’d never leave his side if you could help it, and especially in this state

It was a sentiment he reciprocated

You remembered the day he told you he couldn’t picture a life where you weren’t by his side. It was the same day he told you he loved you for the first time

So you’d join the 7 demigods, because how could you stay when the boy you spent months looking for is finally in reach and wants you with him?

you spent the day caring for his wound and watching over him as he rested

The boy had the nerve to look surprised when he saw you at his bedside

“You came.”

“Thank you,” you brushed his hair out of his face where his wound stuck, “for noticing. It was either that or get trampled. The choice was obvious.”

Jason’s eyebrows furrowed. “Sorry I made you choose. I didn’t know this was going to happen.”

“Don’t be dumb, Jason. Of course I chose to go with you, I thought the fact that I was in love with you was obvious. Plus, i have to make sure you don’t go forgetting yourself again. Juno will have to go through me first.”

Jason felt like the main character in a romance movie, but maybe they didn’t blush this much. He guessed he’d have to get used to it.

“Oh.” He cleared his throat. “I’m in love with you too.”

“If that’s true, you’ll put that ice pack back on your head.”

“Right, yeah.” Despite the pounding in his head, he smiled and allowed himself to forget the dangers he’d have to face for however long it took to defeat Gaea

In that moment, it was you who mattered. He had been angered earlier, at Juno, who had erased his life, and you, at the expense of her plans. But now, he had felt some relief and gratitude that she had at least given him your name

But that would be the last time — you wouldn’t slip from his life so easily, never again.

Even with the constant conflict between being Roman or Greek, from his loyalty to Camp Jupiter or Camp Half-Blood, he would always find you: his first and true home

#i always need a little cheesy ending 👌😚 #sorry this took so long ! #heroes of olympus #hoo x reader #jason grace x reader #jason grace x you #jason grace #pls the whole time I was just thinking #should I just make this a whole story #It’s so fkin long 😭

[ewzzy]

After seeing Guardians of the Galaxy 3 I read Roy Thomas & Mike Friedrich's original run on Warlock. I knew that Adam Warlock was some sort of space Jesus metaphor, but I didn't know how literal that would be. Immediately he paraphrases Exodus 3:14 with "I am only-- what I am."

Him going to Counter-Earth is very much presented as god's only begotten son becoming human to save humanity.

Roy Thomas has said that the real inspiration for all of this was the then new Jesus Christ Superstar. Some inspirations are more obvious an others but Jason here as the Judas of Adam Warlock's followers is pretty direct. The allusions become more scattershot as Mike Friedrich and others take over the story, so his betrayal doesn't really come around. What does make him the Superstar Judas is questioning the focus on the spiritual when power can be used to help people in the physical world.

Again, after Roy Thomas had to step away from writing a lot of the direct religious allusions fell away, but when it time for the big finally it all comes back to Jesus. Crucifying Warlock felt inevitable, but it goes a step further with Adam paraphrasing Mark 15:34 with "High Evolutionary-- why have you abandoned me?"

Eventually the story was wrapped up in Hulk's series because Warlock's was cancelled and Warlock gets the full burial and Easter return. The image of Hulk as a mourner here is absolutely wild.

There are a hundred other allusion to the bible across the 13 issues of this tale. Even with it's reputation I didn't expect them to be so blatant. I'm used to people calling Superman a Jesus metaphor (he's not) so I was surprised to see what a Super Jesus actually reads like.

The next time we see Adam he's written by Jim Starlin who takes the series in a very different direction and Warlock has to dealt with a future version of himself that really does believe he's god.

#adam warlock #roy thomas #marvel comics #hulk #mike friedrich #high evolutionary

[bunkernine]

hi pls ignore this if i have mistaken you for someone else and am making a fool out of myself but are you the person who wrote isosceles?? because that fic altered my brain on an abnormal and chemical level way back when and i just remembered it the other day and binged it all again and i feel like i remember there being a few other fics in that universe (one from travis’s pov iirc) and i wanted to know where they are. of course if you are not the person who wrote isosceles i am a fool and feel free to ignore this ❤️

I did, yeah.

I wrote it when i was 14 so at a certain point i didn't want to be associated with it because it didn't reflect me as much anymore. It was my big baby at the time!!! But i divorced from that a few years ago. As for the other universe fics, if i remember correctly: connor, drew, a vers where jason admits to liking him back (some point isos implied that jason DID like leo back but was too confused to do anything).... But i deleted those first because they just weren't as fun, and my own friend group was falling apart so it felt too close.

But yes, you have found me LOLOL. Isos is orphaned, but unfortunately the other fics are deleted fr. Sorry :( but thanks for enjoying it!!! 💖

(ramblings under the cut)

The reason why i didnt delete isos too was because so many people were saying what you are now. If i could, id rewrite it (both with style and plot differences) and do a whole new remastered version. Im not sure why i decided to write his senior year when i was a freshman/sophomore LOL so I always figured I would've came back to it when I was older.... Clearly I did not.

I WAS miserable in high school, at least socially. So Leo was a little TOO personal and it made me mad when i basically did what he did towards the end. I spent some time just doing some random apolleo fics. Capolleo series, so my name should've been capolleon by then? LOLOLOL i had been majorly influenced by some now-deleted fic which is why apollo is even there 💀 but now im apollos age in the fic and im like 'hmm. Yeah maybe not...'

Then there was a fic that was coming out towards the end of isos that i felt was copying me 😭😭😭 ← 14/15 yr old feelings. Who cares! But i would update and then they would update and i was so paranoid 😭😭😭 honestly, the vibe in general for valgrace in 2018 is much different than right now, and it was much more open and varied in topics. This is not to discredit the current valgrace leaders or whatever the fuck, but the vibe is just ... Pretty different.

But yeah. Im sort of using this ask as an excuse to talk about it, but isos was SO big and what i was known for within the small vg circle (outside of the text fic at the same time 💀) so i was constantly reminded of it. And dont get me wrong, i ADORED that fic when i was writing it. I was upset whenever my life was too messy for me to drop the chapter of the month. Double updates felt so ... Um. Mature and awesome, like i was a professional 💀 i wrote leo as bisexual but he had a pretty strong inclination to men because i was figuring I'm out that I wasn't bisexual but a lesbian, but I couldn't really articulate that, especially as I was dating a guy through that fic. That was some cute little endpoint i was gonna have but its reality frightened me so it was dropped... The complexities of piperleojason were insane to think about when i was like, crying at lunch in my bf's car 😭 When it was posting, i left some really crazy A/N's showing how volatile i was at the time, that i eventually deleted. But i was so proud of it and it was a comfort to write. I think the drafts were a lot more raw but people loved it anyway.

Anyway. It's been a while since I've been able to talk about this fic. People have left the most loving comments in the world and it connected with a lot of readers. Its also my only fic that had fanart and playlists and such made for it! I was so proud of that! I dont think people understand how incredible that is and it truly is the dream for fic writers!!! I have other fics that inspired ppl, but isos was the one ppl constantly flocked to or appreciated :)

I used to cry writing some parts of it and now it just feels like an old diary entry. I haven't read it in a while and thought about remaking it (probs... As college kids though) but haven't bothered. Technical-wise, theres so many things that are dropped or forgotten or are just clumsy but thats really just a maturity thing.

Anyway THANK YOU FOR ASKING!!!!!!!!! Ppl dont ask me about my fics like they used to which was the whole reason why i made this account :(((( among other things, lack of interactions in fandom have decreased so much :((((

Love love love uuuuuuuuu

#asks #anon

[arthurdrakoni]

Hover Car Racer might be aimed at kids, but don’t let that dissuade you. It is a high-octane thrill ride that can be enjoyed by all ages. This is my review.

Hover Car Racer takes place in the not too distant future where transportation has been revolutionized thanks to magneto hover drives which draw power from the Earth’s magnetic field. The sports of racing has also been revolutionized by hover technology, and hover car racing draws millions of viewers and captivates countless nations. The book follows a fourteen-year-old hover car racer from Australia named Jason Chaser. Jason has just lost one of the biggest races of his life, but he’s also attracted the attention of former racing champion Scott Syracuse. Before long Jason and his little brother Bug are whisked away to the International Race School in Hobart, Tasmania. Jason and Bug are about to be in for the ride of their lives.

Yeah, if you’re thinking that this book kind of sounds like Harry Potter meets Speed Racer, you wouldn’t be too far off. That having been said, it doesn’t make the book any less enjoyable. What makes Matthew Reilly such a talented writer is the way that he is takes concepts that seem cliché and manages to make them feel fresh and exciting. He may write books that are primarily intended to be fun and entertaining, but it’s clear that he puts a lot of hard work and effort into his books.

This book had been on my to-read list for a while, and I’m certainly glad that I finally got around to it. If you’re sick of books that spend too much time on filler, padding and introspection then you’ll enjoy this book. Everything that happens has some significance in advancing the plot. The plot and action moved by like a speeding hover car, but it never felt rushed or poorly paced. This was a really fun book, pure and uncut fun. Blame it on all of the Mario Cart I used to play, but I’ve always had a soft spot for racing stories.

What I liked about Jason wasn’t so much what he was as what he wasn’t. A lot of people’s complaint with Speed Racer is that Speed is a boring invincible hero who is guaranteed to win no matter what, but that’s not the case with Jason. He has to actually work for his victories, and there are just as many times that he fails as when he succeeds. This makes all of the races genuinely suspenseful sense there’s no guarantee that Jason will come out on top. It also makes his hard work and victories feel genuinely satisfying.

There’s a ton of references to classical works scattered throughout the novel. For example, we’ve got a hero named Jason who pilots The Argonaut, flies through two clashing icebergs and towards the end of the novel he retrieves a Golden Fleece as part of the final race. Jason falls in love with a girl named Dido who ultimately proves to be a distraction on his quest. Later we see a Greek racer who pilots a car called the Arion, after the horse of Heracles, and there’s a few other references as well. You don’t have to catch any of these references to enjoy the novel, but it gives you a little something extra.

There is an audiobook version narrated by Sean Mangan. Initially I wasn’t quite sure if it would work out, since Sean is American and Jason is Australian. However, I’m happy to report that Sean more than delivers. He really does a great job bringing all of the characters to life. I guess it makes sense that the producers didn’t go with an Australian, given that Jason and his family are pretty much the only Australians in the entire book.

All in all, Hover Car Racer is a high-octane thrill ride powered by Rule of Fun and Rule of Cool. If you’re looking for a science fiction take on racing, this novel can’t be beat.

Have you read Hover Car Racer? If so, what did you think?

Link to the full review on my blog: https://drakoniandgriffalco.blogspot.com/2017/02/book-review-hover-car-racer-by-mathew.html?m=1

#book review #audiobook review #Hover Car Racer #matthew reilly #science fiction #scifi #science fiction books #hovercar #flying car #hover car #racing #racecar #book #audiobook #review #australia #hovercraft #books #audiobooks #action adventure #action #adventure #adventure books

[pandoraimperatrix]

Wandering Worlds

DickKory | Core Four Centric | Cannon Divergence | Longfic

Summary:

Dick Grayson is dead. His life taken by his own brother. The Abel to Jason’s Cain. Consumed by grief, Rachel gives in to despair, losing control, a portal opens, but from it no destroyer of words come through. Instead a man who looks just like him, how can he be?

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*90's infomencial voice* Tired of Dick Grayson getting no character growth every season? Can't stand the lack of development? The fact that we barely got any DickKory content since season one? I have just what you need! *normal voice* Okay, so in this fic Dick died, and Rachel pulled an alternative version of him from a dying universe, a version of him that will not take his family, Kory and his life for granted, he's not perfect, but he's doing his best.

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Chapter Eighteen – All my pretty follies flung aside

Kory had completely underestimated how having her powers at her disposition boosted her humour. After being stuck in that nebula of sorrow, grief and anxiety for so long, right now, soaring  through the San Francisco sky, she felt amazing.

Powerful.

Beautiful.

Free.

And her fortuitous meet with Dick let her skin sizzling. The hungry way he had looked at her, X’hal…

Too bad all that hunger and desire wasn’t exactly for her, but to someone else that she just happened to look exactly alike.

Still, if Rachel wasn’t there, she didn’t think she would care very much if his heart didn’t belong to her. Despite her tamaranean considerations of reciprocity, right now, she liked him enough for the both of them. And if she had found him alone that morning, and he didn’t object, she would have pushed him against the fridge, fallen on her knees, taken him in her mouth and made him forget that there was someone else he wanted.

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X’hal… When had her become the desperate type? This was getting ridiculous. She needed to do something. But what? Donna didn’t do anything to help. Terrible friend she was!

Kory closed her eyes and charged forward toward a cloud, hoping the cold mist would help quench her ardour but instead, the wetness that took over her mostly exposed body only made her wish to dive back down and tempt him further.

She floated in the sky until the wind and the mid-day sun dried her body and hair completely. As much as she loved Earth and never wished to leave, it was important to remember who she really was. There, up above, away from humanity, she finally felt like herself. It was a sensation she never wanted to lose again.

When she landed back on the Tower’s rooftop, Donna was waiting for her with a terrible smile playing on her lips.

“Just look at her…” Donna teased, “are you sure that nothing happened in Metropolis?”

Kory rolled her eyes despite the smile that insisted on not leaving her face and just walked past her friend.

Donna held her wrist making Kory turn to face her.

“Donna, for fucks sake... ” If she wouldn’t help she could just stop rubbing in.

“Hey, chill. Look,” she shed her teasing tone for a more serious one, “I wanted to tell you first so we don’t ruin Gar’s party tonight, but Dawn called me, she needs help with a case…”

Kory’s glow faded a bit and she turned her whole body towards her friend.

“You’re leaving us.”

Donna gave her a sad smile.

“It was time. This was never my thing, I never wanted to be a Titan again, nevermind take a leading role. You and Dick are ready to take over now.”

“I know…” Kory sighed, she caught the hand that Donna had used to intercept her in her own hands, as if that would be enough to keep her friend by her side. “But it isn’t the same without you.”

“I damn well hope so! And for Eros sake if I leave and you and Dick still don’t get your shit together I’ll-“

Kory pulled Donna for a hug, muffling her threats against her hair. Closing her eyes shut, memories of her friend dying flashed under her eyelids and Kory held Donna a littler tighter before letting go.

“Take care of yourself there, Troy, I won’t forgive you twice for dying.”

***

Gar’s birthday commemoration was filled with all the things he liked the most, vegan food, videogames and electronic 80’s music. At first, he was a bit shy in his requests, not used to being the one on the e receiving side of attentions like that. Kory’s heart broke a little when she noticed that. She adored Gar, and wanted more than anything that he realized how cherished he was by her and their little Titans family.

“I have a surprise for you,” Dick said when they were all reunited in the living room, he had just pushed a huge box wrapped in colourful paper from inside the elevator. The scene was almost comical, as the box was as tall as Rachel. “You know I didn’t have my assets until very recently, so I didn’t know if it would get in time, but I’m happy it did.”

“Oh my god, Gar!” called Rachel slapping the birthday boy on the arm and looking more excited than he was.

“Please don’t tell me you put a dog in a box, Dick,” begged Gar cringing and rubbing his abused arm. He and Rachel had been throwing hopeful lines about adopting a dog since Krypto left with Conner.

“It’s not a dog, we are not getting a dog,” deadpanned, Dick. He then tapped the box as if to prove that nothing alive was inside it. He had his forearms naked that night, had pushed his jumper’s – that was skin tight, mind you – sleeves up. He was decided to ruin her life.

 “Open it, Gar,” Kory said, “I’m curious,” her eyes met with Dick’s for a moment, and she shifted, needing to be in movement.

The boy handed her his cup of soda and moved towards the box. In very Gar fashion, he tried to unwrap the present neatly, but as the thing was massive, he started to struggle rising muffled laughs from his audience.

“Rach, some help!” He pleaded and his sister joined, pulling chunks of paper and cardboard and urging to do the same, soon, even Dick was helping. Under the paper and cardboard there was a lot of bubble wrap and Gar let a screech of frustration. “Come on, man!”

“I didn’t personally packaged it, Gar,” explained Dick, also looking very frustrated, he had grabbed small knife she never had noticed before he kept hooked to his belt to slice the tape used to hold the bubble wrap encased around the mystery present.

Finally, Gar seemed to pull a huge piece of wrap from the object and the stylized word “Gauntlet” appeared in yellow and green.

“SHUT UP!” Gar shouted, eyes and mouth agape, Kory exchanged an amused look with Donna who was badly hiding her snickering behind her margarita.

“What?” asked Rachel clearly not getting Gar’s excitement but wanting to join him at it.

“Just the best game ever! And in original arcade!” Gar then ran to Dick giving him a bear hug and then stepped back, as if uncertain, Dick then pulled him closer, his eyes shut and a warm smile in his lips. Kory felt her heart float to her throat and finished her margarita to force it to its place.

Realization fell over her, and it came with a mix of sadness and a huge chunk of relief too. Dick had ordered that while they were at Mertropolis. Somehow, in the middle of all that storm of complicated feelings he had remembered Gar, remembered and taken time to make their boy happy.

That, somehow, out of all every single sign, made things pretty clear to her.

***

 “What is this?” Dick asked as they met later, alone in the corridor. He looked so much more alive than he had since he dropped from that tear in fabric that separated the universe. With his bright eyes and dimples, the hair wasn’t entirely neat either after all the partying with the kids, making him look young, boyish.

Everybody had already gone to bed, bellies full of cake and fingers hurting from playing for the best part of the night. Donna was terrible and cursed a lot, Rachel moved her whole body following the character’s actions, Kory was forbidden from playing again after hitting a button too hard and almost breaking the toy. Gar attempted to spend the whole night trying to beat Dick’s high score, but was sent to his room, since was after midnight and his birthday-boy voucher expired.

Kory had taken the opportunity of her banishment to get something from her room. It was not easy fit, but the margaritas Donna prepared helped her to gather courage.

“An apology,” she said in a tight voice, “give me your hand.”

“Koriand’r, I don’t w-“ he started, with a hint of impatience, he must have seen the hurt in her eyes, because he stopped, took a deep breath and stretched his hand to her. “You’ve already apologized enough.”

“I know,” she breathed, eyes lowering to his hand, taking it first with her free one, her thumb caressing his calloused palm with yearning “this is the last one,” she smirked at him and added, “I hope.”

And then Kory took a deep breath, “I am sorry. I used you, that night in Gotham.”

He sighed, tightening his jaw.

“I consented.”

Kory smiled sadly at his mater-of-fact answer.

“Yes,” she agreed, wrinkling her nose, “but I still regret it.” His hand twitched over hers as if he was about to pull it, but to her relief, he didn’t. “It wasn’t fair to neither of us, and the way I left…” His eyebrows rose at that, it was clear that he didn’t think he would ever hear her acknowledging that, “and how I acted after… Well,” she pushed her hair away from her eyes, “I know I hurt you then, but… I needed you to understand that, back then, you were not who I really wanted, and I felt like I was betraying those feelings… I wasn’t who you really wanted either,” her voice faltered, “not really, and I felt like… Like I was disrespecting you and her too.”

Her lip trembled and she finally placed the object she was holding on his palm. It was a batwinged domino mask. Nightwing’s mask.

“But now… Everything changed and… Well, even if I’m not her, and you don’t want me… You don’t need me to be Nightwing, or the leader of the Titans or Gar and Rachel’s dad,” Kory caressed the black lines of the mask with longing. “X’hal knows you’ve done a better job than… He ever did. Tonight with Gar… I can’t place him in that scene but I can see you in all the memories I have with him. And it breaks my heart, because I loved him, I love him, but I’m also proud of myself to have honesty enough to say this, because it’s true.”

They remained in silence for a moment after that, hands still linked, then, Dick covered her hand with his.

“I’m surprised and happy you think so,” he finally said, voice just a little louder than a whisper, “but I don’t think I get your point, and I don’t agree entirely either.”

She licked her lips and rose her eyes to gaze into his again.

“You don’t need me to fit in this family. Never did. I tried to pretend you didn’t to protect myself, because I was so ashamed… But I don’t know what I am protecting anymore when none of my fears are turning into reality.”

Something crossed his eyes then, was it fear or hope?

“Koriand’r…”

She meant to only give him that mask and nothing else, but it seemed impossible to stop the words coming out of her mouth.

“And I really tried to stay away from wanting you, because... And I’m being honest here when I say I tried with my all to separate the two of you inside my head and my heart, but I can’t… Look… I’m so tired of denying something obvious, we’ve both lost enough and if I’m wrong, if you do want me-“

She never had the chance to finish that sentence.

And it took her a moment, although a very small one, to realize that his lips were moving over hers. But after that first shock, Kory seized power pushing her body flush to his, with the all the desperation for his touch that she had been feeling. The last thought that crossed her mind before it was overtook by passion was that, there was no way all this intensity was product of only how her body was responding to the return of her powers. This was about him, it was about them. 

Kory’s hands went straight to his lower abs, pulling his jumper up and seeking skin, one hand sliding to his hip while the other went even lower, checking over his pants how far he was and momentarily breaking the kiss with a moan when she found him rock hard already. Dazed eyes mirrored hers and Kory let out a shaky satisfied laugh.

Then, she jumped on him, tying her arms around his neck and legs around his waist, as he answered by supporting her weight by grabbing her thighs as if their moves were rehearsed. Dick took advantage of their position to bit her chin and lick down her throat as he blindly guided them to his room.

As soon as the door clicked behind them, Dick pressed her against the wall, she could feel the familiar shapes that formed his body hot and real and so impossibly close, but she wanted closer, she wanted more, she wanted every part of him, she wanted to forget they were two separate beings and merge her skin to his forever.

She wanted to feel him inside and all around her, wanted to feel his breath inside her lungs and, his blood running in her veins, wanted to end this spell of separation.

Her fingers entered his hair, undoing his bun, massaging his scalp with the tip of her fingers and running her nails over his skin, a move that made him moan loudly against the valley of her breasts where his exploration of her throat had lead him. Trying to pull him back to the kiss, Kory pulled his hair, their eyes met again and he understood immediately, kissing her again, pulling her lower lip between his teeth. For a moment, it looked as if he was about to say something, but Kory bucked her hip forward and his eyes fell shut in pleasure, she used the opportunity to kiss him once again, one of her legs slid down hooking around his thigh giving them a deeper angle to their dry humping.

It wasn’t with considerable regret when she finally pushed him away, his confused look made her stomach flutter with expectation, but she didn’t give him opportunity to complicate things, by moving her hands straight to his belt. Somehow, her hands were still steady enough – feat her knees were barely accomplishing – to undo the buckle and pull the leather strip in rapid smooth movements. His fly was even easier and soon enough he had her hand full of his throbbing cock.

“I want you inside, now.”

“But Kor-” he panted, always with the complications that one, always with his objections. She didn’t have time for that. They could make sweet sweet love late, now, she needed to be fucked.

“Now.”

Kory turned around bending forward and pulling her short skirt up with one hand while the other slapped flat against the wall for support.

The jerk took his time, pulling her hair aside and kissing her back while he pulled her soaked panties down.

“For fucks sake, Grayson!” Kory protested with a strangled voice.

He actually chuckled at her anger and then he fucked her against the wall. The first thrust so had and sliding so easily into her that Kory’s eyes watered. She was so glad he had enough brain remaining to help her to support her own weight, unless she would have crashed her face against the plaster in a very unsexy way. His hand crossed her chest with no regards for the annoying barriers of her shirt and bra, forearm giving her a little additional support as his fingers kneaded her breast hard. Kory rocked back with him and turned her head behind, for a moment regretting her choice of position, desperate for having his mouth against her again.

She let go of the skirt she was somehow still holding in a vicious grip and reached behind, pulling a fistful of chestnut hair. In that position and with their frantic movements, kissing properly was impossible, but they settled for a sloppy half-way thing that didn’t last because as soon as his fingers started playing with her clit, all presumption of control was lost. Her arms gave and Kory found herself flat against the wall, mouth half open in a long gurgling moan, as he let go of her breast to pull her leg up, bending it over his hip for a deeper penetration. This new angle, together with his onslaught on her clit made Kory shatter, the universe breaking in a million pieces as her body shook between Dick and the wall.

He pulled out of her and all Kory manage to do to protest was as weak sob, suddenly, he was gathering her pudding structured body from the wall, and turning her to face him, he sweetly kissed her eyelids and held her against his chest petting her hair as she calmed down. His gentleness somehow not feeling at all out of place when he had just gave her an orgasm that made her legs useless and his cock was still hard as she could feel it against her belly.

Suddenly, Kory found herself being carried to his bed like a bride.

“Don’t get soft on me now, Grayson,” she teased drunkenly sucking at his neck and playing with his hair.

He responded by taking her hand away from his locks and leading it to his dick.

“Do this feel soft to you, Princess?”

Kory gave him her deepest dirtiest laugh and bit his shoulder.

“You wanted rough,” he stated putting her on the bed and raising his hands to take off his shirt, “I gave you rough,” he climbed on the mattress, one knee at each side of her body as Kory herself shimmed to the centre of the bed, “but I plan to make this last.”

“I like a man with a plan…” he smiled at that and leaned for a kiss, but Kory stopped by cupping his face, looking intensely into his whiskey eyes. “But Dick, if you’re worried that this is another one-time thing… It isn’t.”

“Koriand’r…” he said her name like a prayer, eyes closing.

“It isn’t just about sex either, hey, look at me,” he did. “I want you, understand? You.”

He bent down to kiss her slowly, but instead of continuing with more exploration of her body, his hands went to his own neck, and Kory followed with the corner of her eye, as he blindly placed a metallic chain on his bedside table. The object slid down to the floor with a small thud, but before it disappeared Kory recognized the tamaranean ring, her family’s royal shape. She pulled back from the kiss, he didn’t say anything, just stared at her. Parallel version or not, he still wasn’t very good with words. He held his face in her hands, followed the path of the scar on his temple with her thumb. There was no way to change the past. She might see them both as one, but it was clear the divide when he thought about her and the other woman.

It didn’t matter.

She wouldn’t let it matter.

He belonged to her now.

“Take me out of these clothes,” she ordered against his lips.

“Hmm,” he made and started with her corset top, pulling its frontal zipper down, and feasting on her feverish skin. Kory saw stars when his mouth closed around her nipple. She had no idea of how he had taken off her bra so fast. He was everywhere at once, and despite his claims of making it last, soon enough he was biting her naked hip and her skirt was gone too, and Kory was pressing her thighs together desperate to have him inside again.

“Boots on?” Dick had the cheek to ask, his lips now on her knee.

“No, I want to feel you with my entire body.”

“As you wish,” the intensity with he said those three little words rose tears to her eyes again. And when he finished taking off her boots with reverence you’d think he never loved anyone before, Dick seemed to notice the tears escaping from her eyes. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Kory said with a teary laugh, wiping her tears away with the tip of her fingers, “nothing at all. Come here before I continue without you.”

“You say like that’s a bad thing,” he said with a boyish smile.

Kory rose one eyebrow at that.

“Another day?”

“It’s a date,” he tested.

“We can do that too,” she said in a tone she hoped was enough to quench all remaining suspicion.

“You really mean it, then?” Realization seeming to finally get to him.

Kory just rolled her eyes and pushed her body up, tired of waiting, she walked on her knees until they were face to face. She leaned in, pretending she was about to kiss him, and then pushing him down on the bed, her heart swelling with his sigh of elated surprise when she only turned her back to him to straddle his torso, offering her dripping cunt for meal while busing herself with his cock.

A boost of desire made her whole body sizzle when he cursed loudly at the feel of her mouth around him, but it didn’t take long until she felt his tongue reciprocate, first cleaning her juices around her lips and then lapping at her clit as his fingers fucked her opening. Trying to not lose concentration would be a challenge, thank goodness for those long talented fingers of his. She bobbed her head up and down, cradling his balls with one hand as the other stead herself by grabbing his thigh.

It was with quite an air of victory that she was dragged off his body by his strong arms, she was giggling, when her back hit the bed again.

“Too much?”

“You are a witch,” he accused her and then dove back to her pussy, pulling one of her legs up his shoulders and turning her giggles into a mute scream as her walls closed around his fingers in no time.

He as the one full of mirth when she resurfaced.

“Too much, she said, and then came immediately,” he said with an air of self-satisfaction.

Kory rolled her eyes.

“Tsc. You still bailed first.”

He was licking her juices out of his fingers.

“For a good reason.”

“Yeah?” she swallowed.

“Yes.”

“Come here,” she whispered stretching her arms for him.

Then, he was inside her again, their foreheads against each other, her leg hugging his hips in a vicious embrace, almost too tight for them too move.

“Koriand’r…” he called kissing her cheeks, his long hair tickling her nose, adding tenderness to the suffocating pleasure.

“Please, Dick, please… Hader.”

“Whatever you want,” he panted against her ear, “come to me again.”

He lifted them up, sitting on his heels, her legs remained locked around him as they rocked together, Kory’s orgasm came with a tearing scream, he gave a couple fellow thrusts upwards before finding his own end too.

They stood there, in that embrace until, Dick seemed to get uncomfortable holding both their weights and lied her down, still wrapped around her body like a lazy octopus.

“We need a shower…” she whispered but didn’t move a muscle, her legs were very much trapped and X’hal… He was still inside her, and although it felt weird, she wasn’t exactly ready to let go either.

“Uhum,” he agreed, but was as spent and immobile as she was.

Kory’s eyes refused to keep closed as much as she only wished to get comfy and pass out.

“We are really disgusting.”

He agreed with another hum, but didn’t bulge.

“Need to change the sheets… I’m not sleeping on a puddle of cum.”

That did something, he started to shook, he was laughing. Oh X’hal, why was that making her heart race so fast? His arms loosened around her and he climbed off her, she hissed at the feeling of emptiness as he pulled out, and then cringed at the sensation of his warm seed leaking to the mattress.

“In a few moments, princess,” he assured her, “just let my soul return to my body.”

Kory turned to her side, resting her head on his shoulder.

“That good?”

He gave her half-smile, he looked properly fucked with messy hair sticking up in places and other glued to his sweaty forehead, eyes so bright you’d think they could actually shine like hers.

You couldn’t say it was the same man that carried tragedy like an armour and a shroud.

She made that.

Not anyone else.

She was that good.

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Sooooo, what you think? XDD

#DickKory #Dick Grayson #Koriand'r #Nightwing #Starfire #Kory Anders #Richard Grayson #Titans LA #DCU Titans #Titans Live Action #HBO Titans #WW #Wandering Worlds #my fic

[the-knight-of-the-stars]

Finally Reading Heroes of Olympus

The Lost Hero first reading thoughts:

- It took me forever to finish this book, omg. I was very busy with school and honestly, I didn't expect this one to be longer.

- First of all, I loved all the mystery around the plot, the villain, and what the heck was going on with the roman and greek versions of the gods. I was very confused at the beginning honestly, I thought we were in some kind of parallel dimension or something.

- Actually, I like that it took its time to explain that whole thing with the gods, it was a seemingly very abstract concept and in the end, it felt much clear and made a lot of sense for the worldbuilding.

- I did start to guess the villain could be Gaia, but geez I didn't think we would dive into primordial gods. But at the same time, I like the high stakes, the whole mission seemed impossible, and is only the first book, I was stressed.

- I really loved the new characters, It was very exciting to see the children of other gods as main characters, and the abilities it gave them.

- Loved Piper, and Jason, but especially Leo.

- You guys the way I got excited to see a latino in this series, I was praying for the first few pages for him to not get put aside. Loved Leo and all his perks, he was such an interesting character and loved to see how he used his intelligence to get out of situations.

- Love to see Annabeth, my beloved.

- Oh! and I loved to see the new cabins for the children of minor gods, wish we could have seen more of it, is so interesting to see how much this world can expand.

- Was not expecting Hera to be so involved with all this, again the gods being anything but practical and clear. Also pretty creepy (and weirdy accurate to mythology) that Jason was “a gift” to her and the whole thing with her like babysitting Leo as a kid wtf.

- They have a METAL DRAGON. How cool is that?? Very steampunk of them, 10/10, I was just as sad as Leo when it got destroyed.

- Zeus didn't even make an appearance and he was being a dick anyways, wow.

- Also really enjoyed seeing Aphrodite and Hephestus again, so interesting to see them from this new perspective, the interactions with Piper and Leo were very engaging to read, and surprisingly touching.

- Also, can NOT believe we never got a joke or something about the fact that Aphrodite and Hephestus are married, and therefore Piper and Leo are divine step-siblings. Missed opportunity.

- Also on that note, we see Aphrodite again and Eros is again not mentioned at all, are we ignoring him on purpose now Riordan?? No, like really, I would love to see him, please he is my favorite greek god and has such interesting concepts around him... (sorry needed to get that out).

- Anyways, the whole thing with the dead coming back was soo interesting, it was great to see Minos and Medea and Lycaon, and I am really curious to where all that leads.

- I was so happy when Thalia showed up, I thought I would never get to see her again. She and Jason being separated like that felt so tragic and unfair, them reuniting was def one of my favorite parts. 

-I love how many new gods we are exploring.

- The final battles were pretty cool, again, I am not sure what it is, but the stakes feel so much higher now.

- Piper my girl I already want to see more of her, I loved the relationship with her dad and her powers are so cool, and I love how reflexive her pov was. (

- Jason I felt was more on the side, probably because of the whole stolen memories thing, but it was still very cool to see his personality define itself subtly as he regained his memories, and he is just such a nice noble guy, and I get attached very easily to that kind of characters.

- In general, I love how different the three of them are and the dynamic they develop, they are so wholesome and fun, I am already dying to see more of them.

- Wait, are we really going to Greece now???!!

- The whole book I spend stressed for the well-being of Percy, and audibly gasped when I understood what the exchange meant... omg what a way to end the book, I am beyond excited to see more!

-Overall I really really loved this book, I love the feeling on it, just warm 2000s fantasy, reminded me of how old animated movies felt when I was a kid, I think that is the best I can describe it hahah. I dont know, it gave me a timeless chilhood feel I really enjoyed, I must say this narration was more on my line than the one in Percy Jackson.

-Anyways, excited to keep reading, hope it wont take as long to read the next one!

#percy jackson #heroes of olympus #the lost hero #first reading

[monstermaster13]

The Way Of A Psychopath.

Grocer (Grosse Pointe Blank) TF.

NOTE:

This is inspired by a transformation dream I had last night involving myself or my character turning into Grocer after picking up his guns and also by a couple of horror villain transformations I have seen including Freddy Krueger and Jason Voorhees and has a similar theme to it.

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We all tend to be our own worst critics from time to time and that was most certainly true with Nathan, as much as he was referred to as an asshole by others specifically those who didn't even 'slight' him or had reasons for blocking him on Deviantart and the like but he was paranoid whenever someone did that as it translated to him as that person hated him and would have hated to meet him in real life and he perfectly understood that, but to be viewed as an asshole and to be seen as this villain who only has friends because his friends pretend to like him because they know he's horrible really hurt him, he hated having to harrass people and he hated having to be mean, even if the person did deserve it…he hated being what others perceived him to be and just wanted to be himself, but he just couldn't be nice to everyone. He had an evil side to him, an evil side that was a psychopathic Corey Feldman who transformed people who didn't deserve it into living doll versions of Pokemon but had it so the victims kept their human minds and organs. He hated having to be evil, that's why he hated RPs and scenarios where characters were corrupted and made into being the mindless goons of the monster/villain who turned them because it was depressing and heartbreaking, seeing someone who is normally a smart or good character losing their mind. 'Why do I have to be so cruel sometimes? Why are there so many sick, horrible and fucked up creatures in this world who think corrupting others is okay?' He hated that sort of thing, he really did. It brought back all the horrific memories of when he was taken over by the Hessian and almost killed his female companion who was with him at the time and he remembered how that felt…getting addicted to blood and the taste of it, making him feel like all he wanted to do was kill…like some kind of serial killer and she too was corrupted by him partially, but by the time he realized what he had done, she had been corrupted by him, essentially killing her human side and turning her into a female Hessian. Yet, as horrible as it was…becoming the Hessian did feel good. Even if he couldn't cotnrol himself, but he never thought about turning into a villain ever again. But one night where he was in his apartment, breaking down and crying over all the bad things he had done, he looked over at what appeared to be a pair of Colt Mustang pistols. He didn't remember ordering those since he wasn't a gun user unless he was fighting monsters.

There seemed to be a dark aura emitting from the pistols that made his supernatural sense tingle..'What's going on here? I don't remember ordering these.' A shadowy being emerged from the aura and floated around him. 'There's no need for you to be alarmed. I'm here to help you.' 'Who are you?' The shadowy being floated around for a bit before taking on the form of a familar Aykroydian hitman. 'Why, i'm your friend. I am Grocer.' 'From Grosse Pointe Blank? But you're dead. I saw the movie, you got killed with a television set.' 'I know, I know…but i'm back and I want to help you.' 'Why should I trust you when I barely even trust myself?' He broke down in tears as Shadow!Grocer floated around him and attempted to comfort him. 'Aaaaw, no please don't cry. I''m here to help you. I know you have problems coping with loss.' 'Look, she was the best closest to real friend I ever had and now she will never want to see me again for as long as I live.' 'You poor thing.' 'And all because I pretty much turned on her and made her the villain.' 'You can't trust anyone in this crazy world and I know.'

"I shouldn't be able to trust you either."

"But I think you should."

"You are a villain and i'm supposed to be the hero, i'm an asshole..yes, but i'm still technically the hero."

"Hero, villain…cat, mouse…it's all part of the cycle, and with you I can help continue that cycle."

"But you're crazy…"

'Aren't we all? I know it sounds like i'm manipulating you into doing this, but hear me out…if you use those guns there and give them a shot, you'll feel better and I can help you to feel better.' 'How is manipulating me/brainwashing me going to help?' 'Me? Brainwash you? Never. Besides, I wouldn't want to mess with a powerful half-vampire like you.' 'You know i'm half-vampire?' 'Why of course, and with those powers must come a ton of perks.' 'Well yeah…getting to hypnotize people is fun and I don't have to worry about people following me when I go out on a walk at night.' 'People don't follow me either.' 'That's because you're likely to kill them if they do.' 'I know, but I think it's fun. Sounds to me you've never had a go at being a bad guy before.' 'I was taken over by the Hessian Horseman and got an addiction to blood. An addiction that now has been more at ease due to my vampirism which comes in useful.'

"Did you ever turn someone and drain them and fully turn them into your thralls?"

"Sure but only when I feel like doing it or if there's no other choice."

"If I had your kind of power i'd be doing that all the time."

Nathan attempted not to listen to him, he knew that this was an attempt to corrupt him and to coerce him. He didn't want to but Shadow!Grocer seemed like he genuinely wanted to help him, he hissed a little..not wanting to believe him, but in that sense it seemed like he didn't have a choice. He nervously walked over to the pistols and reached over, as if by supernatural magic both of them popped up in his hands and without warning started firing off, he attempted to stop them only for it to continue, and for him to be overtaken slightly by a sense of enjoyment and excitement. 'Ooh, yes…yes, yes…oh yes, this feels good. This feels awesome! No, wait a minute…what's happening?', that sensation left him for a little bit as he returned to normal before, he didn't like having to hurt people or kill them especially if they didn't deserve it, so why did he enjoy it so much? Why he did enjoy firing off those guns? He panicked, attempting to resist whatever Grocer was doing to him…he knew this wasn't good in the slightest but he was getting all giddy and excited about it, killing and destruction seemed like fun to him. 'What's wrong with me? Why am I enjoying this? What are you doing to me?' 'Relax, I am helping you. And this is going to make it all better.' 'You're trying to take control of me, aren't ya?' 'Aaaw shucks, you figured it out. But what i'm getting at is that this can be benefictial to both of us. You get what you've always wanted to have and I get someone who gets where I am coming from.' 'But I don't understand why me?' 'We've got a lot of work to do, you've got the body and i've got the brains.' 'I don't think this is a good idea.' 'Oh but I do…and I think you'll love it too. Oh yes you will, bing bing bing bing bing bang…popcorn!' 'Aaaagh!'.

As much as he hated it, and as much as he felt like he was being manipulated and controlled, it felt oddly pleasing to go all gun crazy like that and Grocer did indeed have a point, he picked up the pistols and fired them off one by one, chuckling as he did…as more feelings of gleefulness influenced him. He didn't know why and he didn't know how but he was enjoying it. That's when Grocer took the opportunity to influence him further, conditioning him into liking it and controlling him further. That 'Popcorn!' phase echoing in his mind as this was happening, he attempted to resist several times. 'No, no…I mustn't do it.' 'Oh but you must, it's good to do so. I'm your friend, you can trust me and you know that this is good for you. It's good to vent and let it out, clearly you need this.' 'No I don't…'

Just as he was about to object, Grocer entered his mouth and dove down his throat…possessing him in the process. 'Ah, here we go. Now the fun really can begin.' 'I want you out of my body, please.' 'I'm afraid I cannot do that, since I am your friend and i'm here to help, this is part of the process of our alliance.' 'What alliance?' 'Our killer alliance of course.' 'I refuse to be part of this…and I don't want to.' 'Oh but you do, you like this a lot. Don't deny it. You like this, I like this. We both need this.' 'What are you doing?' 'We already sort of think a-like but now I am going to make sure we are one and the same.' 'Whatever you have planned for this, I don't want to be a part of it.' 'Come now, I think you will enjoy it…as will I.' He grunted a few times as his stomach gurgled, he felt like he had eaten something awful even though he didn't have anything to eat at all, his shirt slowly began to tighten as his chest and torso slowly broadened.

His skin slowly lost imperfections but also aged up a couple of years as hairs slowly sprouted on his chest and also on his arms, speaking of his arms…a loud cracking sound was heard as his arms broadened and bulked up, the hairs started off being the same color as his normal hair but darkened as he attempted to keep himself from firing a few more shots from those pistols, he atempted to control his developing love for destruction. Grocer's voice echoed in his mind, making him want to listen to him. 'This does feel nice, oh wait…no it doesn't, stop it.' 'Come on now you know it feels good to be like me…and now look at you, you're becoming just like me, isn't this fun?' 'No, it's not.' He grunted as his stomach plumped up, the buttons popped off his shirt before his shirt strained a bit more before slowly turning a shade of blue and widening to fit his body, his hands slowly swelled as a pair of light blue gloves materialized on them.

The sensation from before was starting to influence him, making him like the process and want more of it…his jeans felt a little bit snug in the back as his rear plumped up, making him look THICC so to speak as his legs altered to match his arms. He heard a crunching sound as his back broadened but this didn't hurt him, his newly developing mindset just happened to be conditioning him into liking it and he was fighting it. 'Yes, this is a good body to have. This is a perfect body to simp over.' He snapped out of it as he attempted to resist. 'No, it's not. This isn't right, this isn't my body, yet I feel like it is.' 'It has always been your body, you've always had this…no I haven't.' Grocer's influence was definitely getting to him, making him think that he liked it…and that this was all natural. 'It's natural, trust me.' 'No it's not…oh wait, it is. This is my body, no wait…no it's not. Aaah.'

He heard a crunching sound as his shoulders broadenend but this felt oddly soothing to him as he slowly elevated in height to the same height as Grocer, that's when he realized what he meant…he realized that what the hitman meant that by taking control of him and how the two of them weren't so different, it meant that he was not just becoming like him but also literally becoming him and it horrified him yet intrigued him as the hitman's voice, mantra and words echoed further in his mind. He looked down at his legs and towards his feet, his jeans slowly darkening and turning into a pair of extra wide grey pants as his feet grew in size, two of the toes on each toe stuck together…making him look like he had webbed toes. His vampire bat themed boots turning into a pair of shoes that matched Grocer's ones. He gasped as his neckline altered and his hairline slowly shortened and darkened, before spiking up as his eyebrows also darkened and thickened, in addition to this there was a throbbing sensation in his forehead as it elevated, becoming larger than normal as his eyes widened, one remaining brown while the other turned green…his nose broadening as an indent formed in the middle of it, his jawline slowly broadened as his features slowly warped and plumped up, contorting into a perfect identical copy of Grocer's features, he let out a piercing scream as his voice deepened and contorted itself. He could still hear the hit-man's voice in his head and yet as much as he wanted to resist, all he wanted to do was listen and to accept his words of advice. After all did he really mean to cause harm to him and others? He seemed like a reasonable person even if he was a killer, and it did feel good to become like him after all…but he was conflicted.

"This should horrify me but why do I enjoy it so much?"

"Possibly because it's good and I am helping you."

"I still don't understand why though…I don't get how this is helping."

"Oh you will see in a minute."

'But how does looking like you help?' Nathan inquired, but just as he did…his voice contorted even further to sound exactly like Grocer's, he covered his mouth and then attempted to try and turn back to normal, but each time he turned back into the Grocer doppelganger form and he gasped. 'See? I told you this will help you, you don't need anyone else when you have me'. 'This isn't right though, i'm you…at least mentally i'm still me and ugh…my head hurts.' There was a stinging sensation in his head as his personality and mind slowly began to alter, his memories were changing to reflect his appearance, he was starting to think he had always been who he was, 'Nathan' seemed to fade into the proverbial shadows as Grocer's memories and personality influenced him, that's who he was remembering himself as…or rather that's who he thought he was. 'Yes, yes…this feels natural and also perfect. Naturally this has always been how I am…wait a minute, no it's not, my name is Nathan. I'm not Grocer, i'm Nathan.'' 'Oh but look at you and listen to yourself, you are me.' 'Yesss, no wait no I'm not…help!' Despite what his own voice was saying…his mind was thinking otherwise, he was thinking that he was who he was.

No matter how many times he attempted to resist, Grocer's mindset and personality slowly began to merge with his…he was thinking that this was the right personality and right mind, he was definitely remembering his name was Grocer and not Nathan, and while he was putting up a good fight, it was ultimately in vain as Grocer took over completely replacng him. When the transformation finalized the new Grocer looked around, examining his appearance before-hand, he never thought of himself as handsome or attractive before but he knew there were some people out there that thought he was sexy. He chuckled to himself as he hummed 'She'll Be Coming Round The Mountain', before looking over at the table. He had revenge on his mind for sure, but first…he was wondering all the other Aykroyd characters were, surely he wasn't the only one there at the moment, he had gotten a call from one of them a couple of hours ago and he was going to call them back. But in the meantime he decided to use Nathan's computer to log onto a server. 'Hmmm…Simp Central. It seems like i've found the place. Nobody will ever suspect a thing.' He smirked as he logged onto the server and registered on under the username of Lonegunman32.

"Ah here we go."

"Welcome, LG. We hope you enjoy your stay."

"Oh I will.."

Thus with that the frst part of the plan began to take place as he gained information from the others, a couple of hours later all the other Aykroyd characters arrived and the next part of the plan came to fruition. He turned on the viewing screen and he saw Martin Blank's car parked outside the apartment complex next door and a devious smile came across his face. 'Time to go and pay my old buddy a visit.' He then teleported himself out of the lab and began the next part of his mission, and that mission was vengeance fulled. Remember, we all tend to be our worst enemies sometimes and sometimes the bad things we do always come back to haunt us in one way or another, so try to keep a good moral compass and keep your moral compass in the right direction.

[the-atlas-sister]

The First Date (Damian Wayne X Reader)

So in this, you are the daughter of Green Arrow, Oliver Queen (NOT THE ARROW VERSION!! THE ANIMATED AND COMIC VERSION), and Black Canary, Dinah Lance. Also in this Dinah is dead and you have taken on the role of Black Canary

"Done!" Abby (moi!!!) exclaimed, tying the hair tie in my hair. "Aw, you look so good!" She backed up, admiring her work.

I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror, smiling slightly. "I mean, I usually look beautiful but now I look even more beautiful," I joked.

"I know," Abby said, making me chuckle.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. "What time is it?" I asked.

"Six on the dot," Abby said, looking impressed. "Wow."

"It is Damian," I shrugged before my eyes widened. "I'm going on a date with Damian Wayne."

"Chill," y/b/f said, noticing my panic. "You asked him out, remember?"

"But-"

"Hey Damian," y/b/f said from the living room.

I looked at Abby, a panicked expression on my face. "You're okay," she whispered before leading me out of the bathroom.

Damian looked at me before mumbling something in Arabic. I was rusty when it came to other languages but I thought I caught "Beautiful..." which was enough to make my entire face turn red.

"Hey," I said, putting on a confident face. "You look good." My eyes scanned him. He wore a pair of nice black jeans and a matching skin-tight turtle-neck.

"You look..." His eyes scanned me.

"Gorgeous? Beautiful? Sexy?" I guessed, smirking at Damian blushed.

"Yes," Damian said, making me blush.

"Okay... well," Abby said, pushing me forward. "You two have fun," she said as I slipped on my shoes. "But not too much fun." She eyeballed Damian in a very best friend way. "And have her back by 10."

"And be safe!" Myloh added.

"Bye guys," I said, quickly ushering Damian out the door before closing it. "Sorry."

"I had a similar conversation with my brothers before I left," Damian said before cringing slightly. "Although it was a bit more-"

"I don't want to know," I said, shaking my head. "So, what do you have planned, Mr. Wayne?" I asked, walking down the apartment hallway.

"That's a surprise," Damian said with a stoic face.

"Not a huge fan of surprises," I said as we reached the elevator.

"You'll like this one," Damian stated matter-of-factly, pressing the button to the last level.

"Is that a fact?" I challenged as the elevator lowered.

"Yes," Damian stated, making me tilt my head. "I did some research and I'm sure you'll enjoy this."

"I don't know if that was meant to be sweet but it came off as creepy," I chuckled, leaning on the elevator wall.

"I just meant- I asked Abby what you're interested in," Damian explained, slowly going pink.

"What'd she say?" I asked, both worried and curious.

"She explained your love of movies, books, the stars, and food," Damian stated as the doors slid open.

"So, which did you choose?" I questioned, walking backward out of the elevator.

"Still a surprise," Damian smirked, following me.

"Mhm, game on Mr. Wayne," I said, turning around and walking out the apartment building's front doors. My eyes widened a bit as I saw Damian's motorcycle parked in front of the building. "Seriously?" I asked, looking at him as he stood next to me.

"Complaining?" he asked, looking at me sideways.

"Not as long as I get to drive," I chuckled, approaching the motorcycle.

"No," Damian said, standing next to me. He grabbed one of the helmets before handing me the second one.

"I know how," I frowned.

"No," Damian repeated before blinking. "Strange, that felt familiar." He then shook his head before getting on the bike. "Come on," he said looking at me. I rolled my eyes but climbed on the bike behind him. "Hold on," he said before putting on his helmet.

"You sure you don't want to drive as a way to get me to hold on to you?" I teased, resting my head on Damian's shoulder. Damian tensed up, making me chuckle. "I was kidding," I reassured him, putting on the helmet and grabbing his shoulders.

Damian cleared his throat. "I-I respect you, but for your own safety, I suggest you put your arms around my waist."

I blushed, wrapping my arms around his waist. Damian started the bike and drove out of his parking spot. My grip tightened as Damian sped up and we reached the highway. I grinned under the helmet as the adrenaline rushed through me due to the speed.

***

"You have to take me on your motorcycle more often," I said, letting out a breathy laugh and taking off my helmet.

"It's not really mine," Damian corrected, taking off his helmet and getting off the bike.

"But with Promythous-" I furrowed my brows, placing the helmet on the bike's seat.

"That was Robin's bike," Damian explained, leading me to the secret destination. He had parked a block away from the surprise place, just to keep the secrecy. "Damian Wayne does not have a motorcycle."

"Who's-" I continued, getting into pace next to Damian.

"My brother's," he shrugged with a small smug smile.

"You stole your brother's motorcycle?" I asked, laughing slightly.

"He told me, women love men with motorcycles," Damian said. "So I took that as an invitation for me to 'borrow' his." He smirked to himself at the thought. "Also, my other brother said I should. I'm not one to listen to him but, I did enjoy the idea of stealing Jason's bike." I smiled at his mini-rant. He seemed to notice. "I'm sorry for oversharing," he said, his face returning to it's neutral state.

"No, it's fine," I reassured him as we turned a corner. "It's nice hearing you talk more."

Damian blinked, obviously surprised by my answer. "What... would you like to talk about?" he asked slowly.

"You," I said. "I don't know much about you."

"O-oh," Damian stuttered, which was a rare sound. "I grew up with the League of Assassins."

"The group your father trained with?" I asked, interested to learn more. "Lead by Ra AlGugl?"

"My grandfather," Damian confirmed. "When my father was training, he met my mother. She- she tricked him into having... intercourse with her. That's how I was created. My father left before I was born and I was raised by my grandfather and mother. I was trained from birth to be the master assassin. I was supposed to be the best. There was no room for error."

"That doesn't sound like a fun childhood," I said.

"I suppose not," Damian hummed. "I loved my grandfather very much, or more admired him. He told me we would destroy the world and rebuild it in our own image." He scanned our surroundings, almost as if he was imagining how he could make each detail superior.

"That's still partly your mindset isn't it?" I asked, making Damian's gaze turn to me. "You see the world and people and just imagine how you can make them better." Damian blinked. "You even yourself believe you're better than everyone. You think you'll be a better Batman, a better hero."

"I don't-"

"I'm not critiquing, just observing," I stated. I blushed under Damian's intense stare. "I-I interrupted, I'm sorry. What about your mother?"

"She's dead," Damian said.

"Oh," I said.

"She wasn't a mother anyway," Damian continued. "Last I saw her she tried to create an adult 'perfect' clone of me and killed him."

"And I thought my dad was hardcore," I mumbled. "How did she...?"

"Helicopter crashed after trying to kill me, my father, and Grayson," Damian said almost casually.

My eyes widened. "You didn't deserve it," I said as we turned yet another corner. Damian turned to me. "You deserved a loving childhood. Not one with a group of assassins and Batman."

Damian's eyes softened. "I did get, what you call, a loving childhood with my father," he said. "He would set up movie nights. And my brothers are... overly loving, at least Grayson."

"He's Nightwing, right?" I asked, grinning a bit. Damian nodded. "I've met him. He has a bit of an older brother feel. And I'm sure he understands how hard it is to grow up with someone like Bruce."

"He has made it very clear he does," Damian scoffed. "As had Todd." I gave him a questioning look. "Red Hood."

"Oh, never met him," I mumbled.

We walked in comfortable silence for a minute.

"Here," Damian said, stopping in front of a small and quaint ice cream shop.

"Ice cream?" I asked, giving him a lopsided grin. "On Friday."

"You said you and your mother used to always had ice cream on Fridays," Damian said shyly.

I let out a small laugh. "You- this is really sweet," I said, a bit surprised. I remembered when I told him that detail about my childhood.

***Flashback***

"Tell me more about your mother," Damian said after a while of silence. "I assume she's where you got your power?"

"Yeah," I said quietly, looking up at the ceiling. "She was- awesome. She was the first Black Canary. Trained in thousands of martial art styles."

"You're telling me things I already know," Damian stated, making me look at him.

"She was a pretty cool mom," I chuckled, crossing my legs on the bed. "She couldn't cook though. That was something she wasn't taught. She'd always make time for us to have an ice cream night. Every Friday." I smiled at the memory. "Sometimes she'd come back from patrol at midnight then wake me up, just so we could still eat ice cream."

"Do you still do it?" Damian questioned, turning to face me fully. "With your father?"

"Not usually," I stated, trying not to sound bitter. "He's usually busy with the Justice League and his company."

"How did she die?" Damian asked softly, making me go stiff.

"I was thirteen," I recited. "She and my dad went to face Prometheus. It was just in the early stages of my training-at least for the Canary cry, so I wasn't allowed to go. I- I remember my dad calling the house. He told me he'd be home soon, but something happened to Mom. Apparently, Prometheus slit her throat. She didn't want anyone to find out her identity so she insisted that only Martian Manhunter or Batman operated on her."

"But it was too late," Damian assumed. I nodded.

"Dad and I hardly even spoke after that," I sighed. "It hit us both- hard, but after a year, we got through it. He's still protective though."

"What about your powers?"

"I don't use them," I stated. "My mom died before we got far in training."

"Why don't you continue?" Damian asked. "I assume the league would be open to help or your friends."

"I can't," I sighed. "My vocal cords are too old."

"That sounds like an excuse," Damian stated. "I was unaware you were a quitter, Queen."

***End of flashback***

"I just figured you'd enjoy it," Damian shrugged, turning his head to the side to hide his smile.

"I do," I chuckled. "Although this is very cliche."

"I have seen as such in many of the movies Grayson forced me to watch," Damian admitted.

"Thank you, Damian," I smiled before rushing towards the outside counter, Damian following. "Hello!" I said to the person at the counter.

"Hello," the person said. She was a pretty girl, seemingly teen age with flawless makeup. She looked like she belonged at Dutch Brothers.

"I would like two scoops of y/f/i.c (your favirote ice cream) in a cup, please," I said before turning to Damian.

"Awesome," the girl said. "And you?"

Damian glanced at me. "None for me," he answered.

"You're not going to get anything?" I asked.

"I've never had ice cream," Damian admitted.

"Never?" I asked in shock.

"No," Damian said, his face showing me he didn't understand the problem. I scanned his face before turning to the girl.

"He'll have one scoop of almond in a cup," I stated.

"Alright," the girl smiled. "Be right with you."

"I said I didn't want any," Damian said, looking at me.

"You've never had it and you can't just sit there watching me eat," I protested. "Plus, I think you'll like it."

"Why is that?" Damian challenged.

"I'm an observer of people and you seem like an almond guy," I summarized.

"Explain your thinking Miss Queen," Damian said.

"Well, almond is more of a traditional Arabic ice cream flavor (please correct me if I'm wrong, I got this off the internet), and knowing you, you prefer salty and savory over sweet," I explained before leaning back and spreading my hands like I was presenting an amazing discovery.

"We shall see," Damian just said.

"Here," the girl chimed in, interrupting our discussion. She handed us our ice cream.

"Thank you," I said. I placed my ice cream on the counter before pulling out my wallet, but Damian had already paid. "I was going to pay," I said as he handed me my ice cream.

"It's proper etiquette for the man to pay," Damian said, leading me away from the ice cream shop.

"But it's not required," I chuckled. "Besides, we're both the children of billionaires." Damian didn't answer as he led me to a small park beside the shop. "I'll just pay next time."

"Next time?" Damian asked, stopping in front of a blanket with a projector on it.

"Yeah," I smirked. "If I haven't scared you away."

"Not at all," Damian said, sitting on the blanket. He motioned for me to sit down and I obliged.

"Try the ice cream," I said excitedly. Damian glanced at the tan-colored ice cream before taking a scoop and eating it. I stared at him, waiting for some type of reaction. His eyes widened before he took another scoop. "I told you!" I smirked.

"Coincidence," Damian scoffed but took more bites.

"Mhm," I hummed, leaning back on my free hand. I looked around, noticing a screen across from the projector. "You set this up?"

"Pennyworth did," Damian corrected. "Although I choose the film."

"Oh really?" I asked. "What'd you choose?"

"y/f/a/m (your favirote animated movie)," Damian stated. My face lit up. "Abby told me it was your favorite. Although I don't understand how or why a film made for children would be your favorite."

"You've never seen it have you?" I asked. Damian shook his head. "Then you'll figure out that it's not really a children's film. And you'll discover the superior soundtrack."

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[sinfulwrites]

A S/O who doesn't like the killing

Hi guys

I dunno how to really explain this. It's a mix of relationships ending because the S/O isn't comfortable with the slashers killing. Some of them are written as scenarios, two are written as a "walked in on them killing" thing, some are darker than others. There's no explicit death of the S/O mentioned, but... You can guess what happens next.

I dunno, I just let my fingers type. Hope you guys like this regardless. Also, I only wrote Michael as one version this time cause all three versions would react the exact same, with slight differences, so there was no point doing three separate Mike's, and also I'm lazy so

(Dark content, mentions of violence and threats of death, Asa makes the reader fall down some stairs, Thomas gets the cops called on him I'm sorry baby)

Sympathetic, but it is what it is.

Jason Voorhees

It wasn't like you didn't know what Jason does. He nearly killed you when you two first met.

He never hid it either, out of habit. Jason has been on his own for practically his whole life, he's not used to cleaning up his bloody tools or clothes until he's ready too. He's not used to another person in his cabin who may not be as desensitized to blood as he is.

He feels bad when you tell him. He doesn't blame you, nothing about it is pretty.

All he can do is rub your back because unfortunately, it's not going to stop.

Killing isn't some hobby for Jason, he doesn't do it for fun, or because he even wants to. He does it for his safety, and now yours. At least, that's what his mother tells him. (He won't tell you everything she says to him though.)

Jason is willing to compromise with you. He'll clean up before he comes back to the cabin, all the blood and gore will be taken care of before you leave the cabin again, he'll make sure you don't see it as well as he can.

But it will still happen. And if it's a deal-breaker, then you'll have to make a decision.

And if you do leave, don't waste your breath on the police. The police are more than aware of Jason.

Vincent Sinclair

He didn't like you coming to the basement, and for the longest time, you didn't give it a second thought. It was loud, dark, and full of dust bunnies down there. You weren't exactly trying to be down there.

But one day, you did come down, and you picked the wrong time to come down.

You found out Ambrose's secret that day.

You and Vincent could only sit across from each other for a couple of hours until you could talk about it. Didn't say a word to each other, didn't even look at each other. You felt lied to and betrayed, and he knew he was guilty of making you feel that way.

"This is wrong, Vincent." And Vincent can only nod. He knew.

If you decide to stay, the boundary on the basement will now be mutual. Vincent keeps that part of his life away from you, just as he always did. Now that Bo knows you know, he's going to be teasing you about it. "I was wondering when you'd notice."

If you decide to leave… Well… You can't leave, Y/N. Vincent loves you, but he can't risk his and his brother's safety, no matter how much it hurts.

It is what it is

Michael Myers

Michael Myers is a serial killer. You know that, everyone knows that. You still had a bump on your head from when he shoved you against the wall the first time you "met" him.

He may have spared you, but that doesn't change what he does.

You don't like it? Well, that sucks.

Michael doesn't force you to see what he does, but he doesn't put any effort into hiding it from you either. He'll walk into your living room dripping in blood and walk over to your sink like nothing is wrong to clean his hands.

It's a waste of time to try and preach morals to him. He's aware that it's wrong. He just doesn't care.

If blood, gore, and murder is an issue for you, he's not the one for you, and if you continue to bug him about it, he'll start to think that too.

You and me both

Thomas Hewitt

Chances are, you already knew what the Hewitt's do, unless you knew them before the economy crashed.

It's very likely you were on their chopping block at some point in time.

Regardless, you know.

You can confide in Thomas, and chances are, he'll confide in you too. He doesn't like what he does, but he has to. You knew that too. It wasn't Thomas's fault.

Thomas will urge you not to say anything around the others, though. If Hoyt decides you're a risk to the house, all hell is going to break loose. Rest assured, Thomas would never let anyone hurt you, nor would he let Hoyt make him hurt you. But now there is going to be conflict in the air.

If you want to go... He'll help you leave. But never, ever come back.

And if you report them to the authorities without them knowing, Thomas will be heartbroken, but he won't try to kill you in retaliation.

He'll be heartbroken, but he won't hate you.

Bubba Sawyer

The Sawyers aren't exactly known to have others over for dinner often, so the only reason you even know Bubba is that you were forced to the Sawyer house.

So it’s likely you’ve always been aware of what Bubba has to do for the house.

Bubba gives you the saddest look when you express how much all this killing makes you uncomfortable. He will sit by your side and rub your back. Rub his back too, because he’s right there with you.

Bubba wants to make things better for you, but you both know he can’t.

If you cannot take it, it will break his heart, but he will help you sneak away. You’d better leave the state because when Drayton finds out, he and the twins will be hunting you down.

Bubba won’t be a part of the search party, he refuses to hurt you. Even if his heart is now broken.

You shouldn’t have found out

Bo Sinclair

Admittedly, Bo had been wanting to tell you. He just didn’t know how. He knew you weren’t like him and his brothers, he knew you weren’t going to be okay with this.

So, he just kept living the lie, though he knew one day it would all come crashing down.

He used Vincent to keep the lie going. Any time someone came to the town, he sent Vincent to distract you while he did the dirty work. It was always suspicious because Vincent is not the type to come up with plans on the spot, he was more on top of things to do that, but you didn’t have reason to question it.

But one day, the day he was dreading, you found out.

You were drawn out of the house by gunfire, and so was Vincent. He was gone, and there was no one to stop you from seeing Bo and Vincent throw a dead man into the back of Bo’s truck.

Bo would have tried to explain himself, but there was nothing to discuss. He knew that by the look in your eyes, you were terrified.

He tried to grab your shoulders with his hands, but the blood on his once comforting fingers triggered your fight or flight. And you bolted.

The Sinclair twins, who you previously trusted with your life, were now hunting you.

“Are you going to kill me too?” You ask Bo, once he and Vincent had caught you.

“... Please don’t make me.” Will be Bo’s response, as he places his hand on his gun while Vincent held you down.

That’s when the decision has to be made.

Asa Emory

Asa liked it when you told him where you were going. He was never demanding about it, he simply asked you to text when you leave the house. So he knew where you were, in case anything happened. For your safety. There was never a reason for you to see any red flags about it.

But you didn't tell him you were going to the mall tonight. You were coming to meet a friend.

You completely forgot what you and your friend did when you got off the elevator into the parking garage.

The sound of something heavy hitting the ground got your attention, and that's when you turned over to see the worst thing you ever could have saw. You watched a masked man throw a bloody corpse into a van, Asa’s company van.

The man was so casual about closing the first door to the van, it made your stomach turn. But then your stomach dropped when he turned around and saw you. The lights reflected off the man's eyes made you almost vomit. There was no doubting it anymore, the man was Asa.

Those eyes, the same ones you used to gaze at in wonder, stalked you like a hawk, he saw every little move you made. As if you were prey. A step back towards the emergency stairs behind you made him slam the second van door shut. You felt paralyzed by his mere gaze, your muscles were too scared to even respond to your fear with any quiver.

One step towards you shot you right back to reality, a reality that he was not as far as you thought he once was. When you turned your heel and made a dash for the stairs, you saw him practically pounce after you. Like a black panther.

You didn’t get far down the stairs. You didn’t get three steps before a blood-soaked, gloved hand grabbed you across the face and yanked you back up by the tender skin on your face. The force made you slip down a step and fall down the flight of stairs. That sealed your fate.

The only thought that could run through your pounding, bleeding skull was one single question.

“What is he going to do to me?”

The growing sound of a van going in reverse made your stomach curl as the question repeated in your mind, but your body had no strength left to run any longer.

#slasher x reader #michael myers x reader #thomas hewitt x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #bo sinclair x reader #jason vorhees x reader #asa emory x reader #don't even know if this counts as an x reader anymore #I dunno what this is #but I'm posting it and I'll sink with it if I gotta #something better will be posted next time #hopefully