#and jason is all i could think of everytime that fucking picture shows up

[catmanbowser]

[throws him a warm wet towel] here you go king <3

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#jason todd #red hood #catman's art #dc #tw: blood #<- thats fine yeah im just gonna tag it just in case even if its just a small splatter #hi i just want to draw that one christian bale chainsaw picture #and jason is all i could think of everytime that fucking picture shows up #zoom in to uh see his face…idk…. #i swear its not that blurry i swear idk why its kind of blurry #<- hasnt slept for 12 hours #its 1 am ok bye <3

[harrysgloves]

Three’s Company (part 2)

Harry Styles x Reader x Florence Pugh

>>>PART ONE<<<

Story Summary: You deal with your breakup.

Word Count: 5.5k

Warnings: Language // Angst // Pretty sure I made the reader an alcoholic // oh and you know smut!! YEAH bet you didn’t think you were getting makeup sex but oh you are. (threesome so proceed with caution, thanks)

Authors Note: I got carried away... but don’t we all when it comes to them? Anyways, feedback is always wanted and deeply loved. Hope you you guys like it!! xx

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"Is this color too moody?" You asked your neighbors cat that was lounging in your living room.

The midnight black ball of fur lazily blinked open his eyes long enough to croak out a "meow" before going back to sleep. Your head nodded in agreement as your 5th beer bottle of the day pressed against your lips.

"No, you're right. It's allowed to be moody." You agreed with the very large, very old, cat who always wandered over to your apartment. His owner, Ms. Thompson, gladly let you babysit him for a few days after she came to your door to find him the first night. Your blood shot, tear filled eyes when you answered the door, fully gave away the fact you'd been crying for the last few hours. 

A bowl of Tupperware with hot chicken noodle soup laid on your doorstep the next morning along with the first gorgeous bouquet of flowers. 

It had been four days since your break up with Harry and Florence. Four days of sleepless nights, alcohol filled days, and meaningless activities to keep your mind off how you were feeling.

Four vases of flowers that you couldn't bring yourself to throw away sat on your cluttered counter. The delicate petals were starting to turn brown around the edges from your lack of care. The notes on each one seemed to glare at you everytime you walked to your fridge to grab another drink.

Each one a variation of, "I'm so sorry. -H"

"When we broke up it was for totally different reasons. I wanted to raise the kids Jewish; you wanted to sleep with men." Debra Messings' voice and the horrible laugh track of 'Will and Grace' filled your lonely apartment. Your comfort show played on repeat. The same jokes, the same voices, the same fucking void in your heart.

It'd be four days and you felt like you were a second away from losing mind.

And sure, maybe, you could have called them. You could have said you overreacted and that you messed up so badly. Instant regret hit you as soon as you had walked out his door.

You'd get over it, get over them but it didn't seem to be as easy as you originally thought.

Everything reminded you of them.

"Love this one." Harry said the last time he'd spend the night with you. Your favorite record played softly in the background when he placed the needle down on it.

"Oh, this is one of my favorite episodes!" Flor cheered as she ran out of your kitchen to the living room at the sound of a 'Friends' episode starting.

"Got yeh this when I was out today." Harry handed you a dumb pen holder. A small Julius Caesar that had pens jetting out of his back.

"Take this before you freeze." Florence mumbled as she moved your blanket slightly off Harry and towards you while you all cuddled in your bed.

Everything that reminded you of them had been boxed off, separated, put away somewhere else until you could look at it again. You were left in an almost barren house that no longer felt like a home, with a cat, that wasn't even yours, sleeping on your coffee table that was littered with empty beer bottles. All while you drunkenly painted your walls at 2 in the afternoon. 

How did shit get this bad?

The sound of a knock at your door called you out of your mind. An instant sinking feeling started in your chest as you walked across the floor. The wave of alcohol that ran through your system calmed some of the nerves but not all of them.

They wouldn't show up here, right?

You could feel the sweat starting on your hand as it rested on the doorknob. Another knock came from the other side of the door made you jump in your skin. 

"You haven't answered your phone in four days! Open up!" One of your brothers yelled from the hallway as his fist pounded on your door. You rolled your eyes as you stood there debating if you could avoid him. Your plan to stay as quiet as possible quickly went to shit. 

"Y/N, do not make me call dad." Your other brother, the one who's slightly fucking scary, voice boomed through your door like it wasn't even there.

You threw your door open to the absolute shit show that was your family. All four dumbass brothers stood outside of your apartment door. All four let out a simultaneous sigh of relief before walking into your very messy apartment.

"Jesus." Jason, the youngest, breathed out when the smell of alcohol hit him right in the face. His nose scrunched as his worried eyes flashed over the room.

"Did you drink an entire liquor store?" Tommy, the one you were closest to, asked as he scanned the damage done to your living room and what the hell you'd been doing to your liver the last four days. 

"Shut up." You mumbled as you sat down on the floor, the couch was deemed unusable by you until further notice. Way, way, too many memories on that dumb thing.

Raphael's lips pursed as he studied the new living room color. He didn't even bother to hide the fact he was judging your meltdown as he turned to you.

You two were the closest in age. You were only 6 months older, and were both adopted at the same time. It definitely didn't make getting along as children necessarily easy. The both of you butted heads so much the other 3 acted more like referees than siblings. Which is why the room seemed to shift dramatically as he turned to you.

"So, you stonewall your way out of a relationship and then ignore everyone who checks on you?"

"Here we fucking go." Jack, the middle child and probably the most sensible brother groaned as he sat down cross-legged on the floor. His head rested in his hand as he stroked Marshmallow's black fur.

"Hey! We said we weren't going to bring you if you started a fight." Tommy snapped right before Jason interrupted.

"He has a point, Tomás."

"Like you haven't had your heartbroken."

"She's the one in the wrong!"

"No she isn't!"

"You can't defend her forever. She has to own up to her shit."

You groaned, your head laid back as you listened to them argue about you, right in front of you. 

There wasn't enough alcohol in the world to deal with this.

"Get out." You said as you stood from your place on the floor, all eyes darted to you as you demanded for your own space. 

"Wait, what?" Tommy asked as the rest of them looked at you like you had magically grown three heads.

"I said, get out. I'm not listening to this. You guys want to fight, go to dad's." You opened your front door, held it wide open for all of them to filter out. Each one gave a sad or sympathetic smile as they left.

"Y/N, I think you should really give them anoth-" Jack tried to reason with you before you shut the front door, hard. The slam echoed through your now quiet apartment as you stood there yet again, alone. 

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Your hooded eyes stared at the same spot on your ceiling. Your back rested on the cold hardwood floor of your wrecked living room. Your head swam with a fuzziness that only happens when you spend too many days on a bender.

You were fucked and your heart, your soul, hurt in a way you didn't think was possible. 

You could feel the prick of tears starting again in your eyes as your mind ran over everything. The good times, the bad, the moment you wished you could take back.

Why did you leave that damn house? You could have at least let him explain.

You sighed as you sat up. The uncomfortable feeling of the room spinning only got worse as you shifted forward to grab the drink you'd poured earlier. The glass pressed against your dried out lips as the same laugh reel ran in the background.

Was this your life now? You wondered as you sat on that cold floor of your apartment. You used to be okay with nights like these. You used to be fine being alone.

Now, the silence felt like a stab to the gut.

Your phone that laid on the table vibrated non-stop. The worried texts of people who loved you flooded your phone, you were worried about you too but you couldn't admit it.

Why did this hurt so bad?

Was it because you'd never experienced a loss like this before?

Or was it because deep down, shut away in the corner of your mind you dared to never go to, you knew exactly how you felt about them? And it scared the shit out of you.

You gulped down the rest of your drink. Not wanting to begin the vicious cycle of why you were so quick to give up on them. Why you were so determined to leave before any explanation could be given. 

Fucking hell, you needed therapy.

Your shaky legs walked over to the TV, turning off the reruns. Your glass placed on the edge of your coffee table as you made your way to your bathroom. A hot shower would always fix everything. 

The stream of warm water pounded against your back as you sat in your bathtub. Your mind fluttered around the idea of taking a job that required you to permanently leave the country for a while. Maybe you could fall in love with a nice coast side in Italy or a small Cafe in France.

You didn't notice the sound of your front door opening or the footsteps in your apartment. Your eyes were already so heavy. The steam of the shower only made the low lullaby of sleeper louder in your mind.

Sleep and everything will be better. 

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You woke up the next morning in your bed. The bright sun burned your eyes as you blinked away the foggy feeling of sleep that still lingered around you. Your brain felt like a pile of mush as you reached for the bottle of water you kept on your side table.

How did you even get to bed?

The last few days had blurred together into a muddy picture. Everything jumbled together; drinks, painting, TV, organizing your kitchen, looking at apartments in foreign countries online.

"Morning!" Your brother chirped happily as he walked into your room. 

You could have literally jumped out of your skin. You screamed, loudly, almost falling out of the bed.

"What the fuck!" 

"I came back last night and you were asleep in the shower!" He said like you were the dumb one. "A thank you would be nice."

"Why are you in my apartment?" You asked, but only received the blankest of stares back. You knew why he was here. "I don't want to hear it."

"Too bad. Obviously, you need to hear it 'cause your apartment smells like a bar and you haven't talked to anyone in almost a week." He shrugged as he sat on the edge of your bed. The black ball of fur you'd eventually have to give back to your neighbor wasn't far behind him. Small black paws circled around you before he found a place to sleep comfortably.

"This sucks." You mumbled after a bit of silence. You could tell Jack didn't want to push you. Usually, this was a thing Tommy would handle but for some reason, the tribe had sacrificed Jack to be the emotional voice of reason this time.

"You know," he said as his hand ran through Marshmallow's fur. His teeth bit the inside of his lip as he debated what to say for a second before continuing. "you could just admit you were in the wrong and go apologize. I mean, you clearly fucking regret it." 

"I don't." You answered so quickly even Marshmallow didn't believe you. His green eyes stared in lazy disbelief. "I mean I do but… I don't know, Jack. It's weird 'cause I'm so sad but… what if this never gets better? What if it's always like this? Like, we're always struggling to be a normal couple?"

"You're not a normal couple so why would you try to act like one?" 

Your eyes shot to his at the words that poured out of his mouth so carefully. You'd never thought of it that way before. Your brows furrowed as you stared back at the bed. 

Was there a chance for you to make this work with them?

"Look, Y/N, relationships are fucking hard no matter what but you can't just… walk out on people before they get a chance to hurt you."

"I didn't."

"You did. It's kind of your thing, you know?" He smiled softly to you. Not condescending or in a know it all way, in the way only a sibling could without getting smacked. "Not that it doesn't make sense but if they made you happy, maybe you should try to hear their side of it."

"When did you become the smart brother?" You teased with that wide smile across your face.

"Right after I came out of the closet." 

"Shut up." You said through a laugh. The first one you'd had in days. That weight that laid on your chest seemed to have lifted a small amount.

Maybe, just maybe, you could talk this through with them.

>>>

You stood on the same doorstep you angrily stormed across not even a week ago. The pink door that you used to love, suddenly felt like a door to the electric chair. 

Maybe you couldn't do this.

You sighed, your eyes darting back to the old Camero you loved just a little too much. Arms crossed over your chest to keep you warm as you stood in your place. You knew you couldn't go back to your apartment this quickly without getting asked questions. 

Raphael, Jack, Tomás, and Jason were all waiting for your post-breakup meltdown if this didn't go well. Each one said they'd stay with you on rotation shifts until you felt better if you needed it.

Which was sweet, but you kind of wanted to rot in silence and alcohol if this went as badly as you thought it was going to. 

Your tongue grew thick as your stomach churned. Your eyes closed as you sighed heavily, your ass plopped down on his front steps, head rested in your hands.

You didn't know where to even start when it came to talking to them. Your feelings were hurt but you shouldn't have walked out without giving them a chance to explain. You didn't want to feel like the odd man out but didn't want to broadcast your relationship. 

The whole thing was messy and complicated. You wished so hard that it'd be easy. That talking about what you felt would be easy.

But you knew it wasn't, it never was, at least not for you. You shoved all your emotions down and kept chugging along your whole life. You pretended everything was fine, even when it wasn't. Which was exactly what ended you up here in the first place.

If you would have told them sooner they would have ended the PR shit.

"Hi." The thick accent from behind you startled your thoughts for a second but you didn't turn around. Your fingers messed with the edge of the rip in your jeans as your eyes focused on the crack in his sidewalk.

"Hi." You said quietly after what felt like a full minute of silence. You heard him let out a small sigh, his feet shuffled forward until he sat down quietly beside you.

You tried to not look at him, knowing if you did you'd burst out into tears. So you stayed focused on the ground, the dead leaves that floated along the road, the grass that was getting crunchy from the cold weather. 

"Y/N, 'M-" he started but you waved your hand to get him to stop. Your head rested against his shoulder that tensed up from your touch. 

You didn't want to talk for a second, just a second. You breathed in the familiar smell of him, the cologne he always wore was faint on his skin. The sleep shirt he wore was your favorite, you realized. The blue sweatshirt always made his eyes look so beautiful.

"I missed you." You said into his shoulder. Your lips brushed against the soft fabric as you spoke. 

"'M missed yeh too." His voice cracked as he rested his cheek against the top of your head. His fingers laced through yours as you moved closer into the warmth of him. "Flor's inside if y'wanna talk."

You sighed, you knew you needed to talk, knew you had to talk about it. You just didn't want to. The feel of him being close to you again, the intoxicating smell of him near. 

Your head lifted from his sweatshirt, only to see how rough he'd been doing himself the last few days. His bloodshot green eyes had large bags under them. His scruff on his face, messy brown curls. He'd done just as bad as you.

You only caught sight of his lips for a second before saying fuck it. Talking could happen later, you'd missed him so much.

Your lips pressed against his with a force that knocked him backwards for a second but you didn't care. No, this was the most "at home" you'd felt in days.

He felt like home.

His lips molded to yours so perfectly, once he got a hold of himself. His hand slipped to the back of your neck to pull you closer to him.

Your heart felt like it was going to pound out of your chest as your lips parted, welcoming him back. 

He pulled you up with him. His hands around your waist, lips still connected with yours as he walked the pair of you inside.

You wished you could slow down the moment. The way he was holding you tightly to him, like he never wanted to let you go again. The fleeting feelings ran through your mind but they all ended the same way.

You fucking loved him, so much.

All your energy was going into not crying from your surge of emotions. The rush of adrenaline was intoxicating, your shaky hands danced in the messy tangle of his unkempt brown curls as you tried to hold onto that shred of sanity you had left. 

"I missed you." You breathed out when you came up for air. His forehead pressed against yours, his body crowded yours to the wall. "God, I fucking missed you." 

He chuckled, a slight smile on his now swollen lips but you couldn't help it. It was the only thing your brain could come up with besides how sorry you were for not giving him a chance to explain.

"Miss me any?" Her voice made you look around Harry. Her arms crossed over her chest but that hint of a smile smoothed across her lips as she leaned on the doorway that led to the entry.

"Wanna see how much I missed you both?"

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Maybe this wasn't necessarily the healthiest way to deal with your problems as a couple. But at this moment you could have cared less what a therapist would say about your tendency to avoid things that were important.

You laid on your back, your legs wide open, toes digging into the mattress as Florence's tongue pressed a wide thick lick through your folds. Circling around your bundle of nerves before slipping into you. 

You would have moaned out loud, if it wasn't for the dick rammed down your throat. Your head laid off the side of the bed, your vision upside down as Harry's pulsating member slid down your open and waiting mouth. His hand around your neck, squeezing himself.

"Missed fuckin' yeh throat, pup." He groaned out as his hips snapped against your spit soaked face. He backed out long enough for you to catch your breath before shoving his way back in. Your abused throat would hate you for this in the morning but right now you didn't care.

"Feel good, baby?" Flor asked as her finger curved inside of you, hitting that sweet spot that always made your eyes roll back. She didn't have to ask if it felt good, she knew it did, she just wanted the bragging rights of who gave you the better orgasm of the night.

Harry's member pulled out of your throat. You tried your best to catch your breath as he crouched down to your level. His hands doing the best they could to wipe away all the saliva that ran down your cheeks. Playful green eyes met yours.

"Gonna cum, sweetheart?" He asked even though he really didn't need to. The sound of your moans alone was enough to tell you were close.

"Mhm." Was all you managed to get out, your hands threaded through Florence hair as her mouth joined her fingers. Your eyes closed as you got closer to your high, your skin raised in goosebumps as she did that fucking flicking, swirl, of her tongue that always did you in.

"Good, 'm gonna make you cum harder than that." Harry's words faded in your mind as that crashing sensation washed you away. 

Florence scoffed as her head lifted from between your legs. The back of her hand wiped your juices away as she rolled her eyes at Harry.

"Good fucking luck trying to top that one." 

"Guys," you groaned, your hand over your eyes. "Supposed to be makeup sex, not a competition." 

"Can be both." Harry mumbled under his breath, quietly, but you still caught it. Your eyes glared at him as you turned around on the bed.

"Shut up." You mumbled as you reached forward, your hands around his neck as you brought him up to your level. Your mouth enveloped his quickly to stop the argument.

You pulled him onto the bed with you two. His knees hitting the edge before climbing up the rest of the way as your tongue took control of this kiss. It didn't happen often but when it did you ran with the opportunity. His mouth following your lead until you pulled away slightly, your teeth catching his bottom lip softly causing him to moan.

"Fuck," he cursed as you pulled away that sweet smile on your face like you didn't know that he loved that.

Florence came behind the pair of you, her lips pressed against your shoulder, up your neck, small love bites left here and there before she took the chance to kiss you when Harry pulled away. Her hands pulled on your waist, tugging you down to the bed to lay on your back.

"Ready?" She asked as Harry stroked himself, the nod of your head was all he needed to hoist your legs up. His pulsing tip ran through your folds as you reached for Florence, your arms wrapped around her thighs as you pulled her down on your mouth.

Harry continued to tease your opening. His tip slipping in and out of you easily as your tongue ran rapid through Florence's pussy. Her wetness was almost to the point of dripping down your face. You groaned as you pulled her by her thighs down harder onto you as your tongue circled into her hole. Fuck, you missed her taste. 

You heard the sounds of their kissing, her moans, before he finally pushed his way into you. Your walls clinging around him immediately, pulling him closer into you, making him hiss lowly.

"Jesus, she always so fuckin' tight." His hands embedded themselves into your thighs as he held you open for him. His fingers pulled back the lips of your pussy briefly before you felt Florence shift forward, her core off your mouth as her tongue circled your clit.

Your loud, unabashed moans filled the room. Your mind clouded with nothing but desire and lust, barely functioning at all. Thoughts weren't making sense, you were going based on instinct when your fingers slipped into her cunt that was inches in front of your face.

Harry's grunt and groans as he fucked into your tight cave halted for a moment, his erection pulled out of you briefly. The unmistakable sounds of your girlfriend choking on your boyfriends cock filled the room.

You moaned at the sound, your core clenched as your fingers finally twisted into the right angle. Her velvet walls pulled you in as she tried her best to keep breathing around Harry's thick member.

"Fuck, keep doing that." He panted, accent thick, voice deep with pleasure as you hit that spot in her again. A flood of her arousal coated your fingers as she let out another loud moan, her body slacked on top of you as Harry pulled out of her throat. 

You weren't prepared for when he thrusted himself back into you. Your moan cracked as you gripped tightly onto Florence's thighs. 

"Told yeh I was gonna make you cum harder." He mumbled as Florence let out a laugh. She rolled over to lay beside you, her lips lazily kissing yours the best they could through Harry's rough thrusts into you.

"Make her cum harder than I did and you can cuddle her tonight." Florence smirked, her hands ran over your hair as you pouted.

"Deal."

"Hey! I wanted to cuddle both of you." Your head shot off the bed as you glared at the both of them, who were both very very clearly taking their competition too far.

Leave them alone for four days and you come back to them acting like children.

"Tomorrow night, sweetheart. I got somethin' prove." Harry smiled as he leaned down to you, his lips capturing yours before you could protest, a roll of his hips had you moaning.

Maybe this bet wasn't that bad.

"Yeah, proving I'm better." Florence scoffed again, adding fuel to the fire as her hand leisurely traveled between her legs. A soft moan passed through her lips as Harry basically growled at her through his teeth.

You rolled your eyes at her as she gave you a shrug and a smile. His length pulled out of you again as he lifted you up, switching you over to be on top of him.

He was pushed back into you in less than a second, his hands grasping the round flesh of your ass tightly as he leaned you forward into his chest. His legs pushed himself upwards, hitting your sweet spot every single time.

You were thankful he pulled you into his chest. Your moans rolled easily as his hands dug deeper into your skin, you were teetering on the edge with in minutes. His gruff groans as his sensitive pulsating member pushed into you only added fuel to the fire. 

"Come 'ere, baby." He said as he slowed down his punishing pace his hand left your bum, fingers slipped into Florence's mouth for only a few seconds before finding their way back to you.

The pressure from his finger prodding into your back hole had your eyes rolling in the back of your head. The deep, low, sound that resonated in the bottom of your chest had a smug grin on Harry's face.

He knew he'd won.

His finger and along with his cock fucked into you until you could hardly register your own name. You could feel your heart beating in your core, your nipples so sensitive you could barely stand to have them brush against his own chest. 

Harry hummed as you seemed to lose yourself in the feeling of your mounting high. Florence's hand between her legs, stroking herself faster as her lips pressed to Harry's.

You felt a pressure in your stomach you'd never felt before, building and building, ready to bust any second. You didn't even have time to warn him when you felt the dam release. Your head floated in the clouds as your juices ran down him, soaking the bed.

"Well, fuck, I've never made her do that." Florence mumbled after Harry's final thrust into you. His gloating laugh filled the room as you laid limp.

"Told yeh so." He cooed as his hand ran down your back in soothing circles. Florence kissed softly on your shoulder, your arm, wherever until your eyes finally focused on her.

"You okay?" She asked as she brushed away the hair that was stuck to your face.

"Mhm, wanna sleep." You whined, your head pressed into Harry's shoulder tightly as you felt him soften inside of you. Your hips shifted to move off him but his hand quickly pressed your ass down again.

"Go to sleep, darlin'." He kissed the top of your head before he nuzzled into your. Florence arm wrapped around the both of you as Harry opened one arm for her to cuddle into his side. 

>>>

"Mornin', sweetheart." Harry hummed as he rounded the corner to his kitchen. A quick kiss placed on Florence's lips before he picked up the cup of tea she already had made for him.

"Morning." She mumbled into her cup. Her legs pulled up beside her as she sat on the counter. 

"Wot's wrong?" He paused before taking a sip, his eyes studying her as she sighed.

"It's just…" she stared at the coffee pot that hadn't been used in a week. The steaming brown liquid dripped into the vessel below it. She sighed, shaking her head. "I woke up this morning and the first thing I did was make sure she didn't leave again." 

Harry's eyes softened, his hand ran through her hair, lips pressed to her forehead. Trying his best to comfort her which is what he tried, and usually failed, at doing all week long.

"We'll talk to her, okay?"

Flor nodded her head, her lips pressed to his one last time as they heard the door to the bedroom creak open. A shirt you'd taken out of Harry's closet hit your knees as you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes.

"Morning." You said as you gave both of them a kiss, your eyes more trained to the pot of delicious coffee than either one of their faces.

"Y/N?" Florence asked as you poured your first cup, the smell wafting into your senses had your knees almost buckling. 

"Yeah, baby?" You asked without turning around. The glass pressed to your swollen lips from all of last nights kissing, the warm mug felt like a relief to them.

"Can, uhm," she started, you finally turned around to see her looking uncomfortable. Her tongue wet her lips, eyes glanced to Harry before she continued. "can we talk, you know… about everything now?" 

"Right, yeah of course, we should… just-" You could feel the nerves pit in your stomach growing as you nodded towards the table. The three of you sat in your usual chairs, your usual mugs in your hands, but it wasn't an usual morning.

No, now you actually had to talk about what was bothering you.

"Right." Harry said, hoping to get the conversation started with already but the room was dead silent.

"Right." You repeated mostly to fill the awkward silence that was growing thicker in the room by the second. You could feel your ears rushing, the room was so quiet. No TV to drown out the weird atmosphere, no music to cover up the fact you had to talk about what happened.

"So, I guess 'm gonna start." Harry said after he glanced at the both of you two, seeing he was going to have to get the ball rolling on this whole thing.

"Yeh know 'm really, really, sorry 'bout the Gemma stuff. I was gonna tell her the next week after the last interview but she decided to come in early and surprise me." Your lips rolled in your mouth as you listened to him. You knew the whole time you sat in your apartment, drunk, that a version of this was what happened. "And I didn't want yeh to get hurt and 'm so sorry it seemed like I was hiding yeh away from people."

You could feel the start of tears in your eyes. You sucked in a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down from a blubbering meltdown that was about to happen. Which you might have been able to avoid if his hand didn't wrap itself around yours from across the table.

"Just," you sighed, your hand squeezed his as you tried to wipe away the tears that rolled down your cheek. "Just, I should have said it was bothering me before it got to that point and I'm sorry I didn't and I blew up then walked out."

"It's okay." Florence said softly, her other hand laced through your free one. "But… maybe, we should agree to talk about stuff a bit more."

"Yeah, think that would probably be good." Harry agreed as he scooted forward in his chair, his hand wiped away the rest of your tears. "So, yeh gonna stay, right?"

You smiled up to him, your hand laced tighter through Florence's fingers as you nodded your head.

Yeah, you think you'd stay with them.

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[buttterknifeee]

Tims S/O vs. the batfam

You, the reader, are Tim’s significant other. Congrats! you may think the hard parts over right? WRONG. you need to win over the whole ass Wayne family and heres how it goes.

Alfred

refers to you as Mx. L/N; however as you visit the manor more frequently, he begins to refer to you as Mx. Y/N

Since he refers to you as Mx. Y/N, you call him Mr. Alfred because you feel weird calling him just by his first name

No matter what first impressions you gave off to him, he never shared them due to not wanting to be impolite

you quickly realize that none of the bat fam helps with the chores, so you try to lend alfred a hand whenever possible

you try to be polite as possible around him, and he appreciates it

Dick

Is EXTREMELY protective of Tim

So when you first met him, he did the whole “you break my brother’s heart i will break your face” talk and that was TERRIFYING

Tim tells you not to worry about it, but whenever you were with Tim, you could sense Dick out of the corner of your eye, watching

However, as you spend more time around him, he sees that you’re really in love with tim and hes really in love with you

And you see that tim and dick have an amazing brotherly relationship, something you’ve never experienced yourself

One night, you tell dick that you wish that you had a brother as great as him

In that moment, he decided that he was gonna adopt you as one of his siblings and boom hes your big brother too now.

Duke

Duke being considered the newest person in the Wayne Manor, is basically your liaison, explaining all the dynamics and history of the Wayne Family/Manor

Super Charismatic, though hes clearly being observant of your every move, analyzing who you are as a person

But for the most part, he made you feel really comfortable at the manor

So the day you bought him a 1000 puzzle set was the day you basically won him over

You let him geek out about film and riddles, listening to every word he said, which was something that apparently didn’t happen often to him

Also duke straight up just third wheels you as often as he can

Jason

so basically

you were scared of jason

He was rarely at that manor, especially while you were there but when he was, he came in dragging blood or drinking alcohol

once while you were alone in one of the rooms by yourself, Jason came in, mask off, bandage on his right arm

he asked you, “so why are you dating replacement?”

“Why do you call him replacement?”

“Oh you know, because he replaced me when I died”

“oh. right.” Yeah you’re kinda stupid for that one

It takes a while for you to remember that jason is a vigilante who literally died and came back to life, and it takes him a while  to remember that you’re a teenager and not a crime fighting super hero

so yeah your relationship does improve a bit

Whenever you guys get to talk, he always asks you some really deep question that throws you off guard, but you guys end up having really meaningful discussions and you get closer with him that way

Cass

you were even more scared about Cass than Jason

She just silently stared at you sometimes: didn’t even try to hide it

Like duke, she analyzed you a lot during your first meeting with her, although she did it to a more extreme: just by looking at you, she could sense your breathing, heartrate, movements; she was basically reading you soul

From this, should was able to tell just how absolutely frightened you were to meet her, so she made sure to smile to calm you down

Whenever you were alone with her you couldn’t help but feel a bit awkward; not only was there a bit of a language barrier but she was not the most talkative person, at times you just sat in silence

So you would try to do things with her rather than talking: you showed her pictures from your phone, she showed you her fighting moves, and you made conversation through facial expressions and body movements

Steph

VERY AWKWARD SHE PROBABLY HATED YOU IMMEDIATELY THE FIRST TIME YOU MET

i mean whos gonna be happy about seeing their ex’s new s/o not her nope

She kept smiling and laughing but you could see the burning hatred behind her eyes

It took a solid month before she actually talked to you

and it took another month for you to pluck up the courage to ask if she actually hated you

She looked embarrassed and admitted that she did kinda hate you in the beginning but that was solely because you were dating her ex, but she saw how good of a person you were, so she doesn’t hate you anymore

She asked if you hated her, since she kind of ignored you in the beginning

You said no, since she was so cool and you could see why Tim dated someone like her

Yeah so now you’re besties

And you often talking about Tim and his dating antics, sometimes right in front of him lol

Sometimes she would joke about stealing you from him, making sure to give you extra long hugs, and give u a kiss on the cheek just to piss Tim off >:)

Barbara

definitely looked up all your information as soon as she found out you were dating tim

Immediately went to interview mode when she met you

Asked about your future plans with tim, your job, your future college choices, your darkest fears, your median income

“... Im like 16″

Asides from that, shes pretty chill

you dont see her often, but she’s always down for a talk!

Would acted like my aunt from new jersey (in a good way)

Damian

You were super nervous about meeting him

Tim recalled events with him like he was recalling a war

So you were surprised to see a 12 year old kid being the one shooting daggers at you

“Drake brought home another guy/girl/person”

“damian shut the fuck up”

one day you catch him painting in his room

You ask him about his various paintings and he tells you his inspirations from each, going on a long rant for a solid hour

He realizes that hes been lecturing you for an hour and looked at you, blushing a bit

“Damian, you’re an amazing artist.” you say. smiling 

Now Damian always tells tim that you’re too good for him, and everytime you banters with tim damian always took your side

Except when he saw you two kissing/cuddling, he would call you guys “disgusting pigs” and bolt out of the room

Bruce

ah, bruce. the final boss

You couldn’t help but feel absolutely terrified. 

I mean not only is he a super mega rich business man and also like super famous but hes also BATMAN

you are also almost certain that he doesn’t know who you are despite being with tim for a few months by now

Everytime youre both in the same room he is often too busy to look up from whatever hes doing or rushing past you to go somewhere

Tim often confides in you about being the middle child in the family, meaning that sometimes people dont notice him and its really frustrating for him and for you to hear

One day u and tim are chilling in the batcave and bruce comes it and freezes when he sees the two of you

“who are y- what are you doing here-”

“oh um hello Mr. Wayne”

Bruce kinda just looked at you with a perplexed look, but that was when damian and cass walked by

“Father. Drake. Y/N” said damian, with Cassandra smilng and waving at you, to which you wave back.

“Hey Damian” you say nonchalantly. “I saw that you’re working on a new painting. youll have to tell me ALL about it later.”

“Of course. Im sure you’re aware of Georgia O’Keeffe” 

You smiled and nodded, to which he gave the tiniest of a smile back as he and cass headed for the training room

Bruce just stared at you even more perplexed than before, I mean, you just made damian smile

You glanced at Tim, who seemed just as uncomfortable as you

“Oh yeah Y/N, didn’t we have that movie we were gonna watch? yeah lets go like right now.” Tim said as he pulled your arm took you out of the batcave, giving bruce the well talk later look

After that instance he talk to some of his children about you, and they had nothing but good things to say. Even Jason, who literally kills people for a living, put in a good word about you.

The next time you visited the manor, you were greeted by bruce himself, dressed up in a business suit.

“Y/N, correct?” he pulled out his large calloused covered hand and held it towards you

After a brief moment you smiled and took it

“Yeah, thats me”

#batman #batfam #bat man #incorrect batboys quotes #black bat #bruce wayne #stephanie brown #cassandra cain #headcanon #dc headcanon #jason todd #dick grayson #damian wayne #dc comics #dc universe #incorrect dc quotes #robin #red robin #nightwing #red hood #tim drake #tim drake x reader #tim drake x you #x reader #y/n #tim drake x y/n #time drake fanfic #x y/n

[youresog0lden]

Josslyn (pt 3) II Spencer Reid

Read part one and two here

WC: 2.4k

A/N: some requested this but this will be the last part! 

Warning: cursing, and normal criminal minds things

 GIF IS NOT MINE !!!

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By the time you’re reading this it will be my birthday so I decide to write this part and it makes me incredibly happy !!

"Sometimes good thing's fall apart so better things can come in." Marilyn Monroe

Everything happens for a reason. I call everytime I get drunk but obviously you know that. I get drunk to get you off my mind but, it doesn't work. It never works, it does the complete opposite. I think of you, your smile, the way you like your coffee with this weird creamer. The way you only wear a tight long sleeve shirt tight black pants and your clunky docs. You smile every morning even if you're having a bad day. Even though the room is full of profilers. You still act happy. But the alcohol still doesn't make me forget.  I know you get my texts. I need to stop putting you threw this. I should've stopped two years ago. It's been two years. I have had to see you walk into the bullpen like you we're to happiest women on the planet. So, that's why I stopped I love seeing you happy. It almost makes me happy. I know I messed up trust me. I know I should be sorry. I really messed up but, everyday I could go up to you and get on my hands and knees and tell you how incredibly sorry I am and how bad I fucked up. I know I fucked up. It hasn't been the same with JJ and I. I can't stop thinking about the look on your face. It hurt me. I don't even know why I did it. We we're just caught up in the moment. She told me she loves me. Y/n she loves me. But I love you. I should have let it happen but ever since it did I can't stop thinking about you. I see you have a boyfriend, he seems like a nice guy the few times we met. He seem's like he could treat you better than I could. The way he looks at you, with such love. Garcia tell me you love him, and you couldn't see you're self with anyone else. While I admit that hurt I can say that it's good to see you happy. I'm happy for you as long as he doesn't hurt you, that's all that matters. I can tell you love him all you see in your eyes is the sparkle when he talks anyway. I'm sorry I haven't been there. I really want to. I want us to be like we used to be, before prison. But now everything isn't the same. I mean what can I expect. I ruined it but, I am going to let you go. I have to meet my mom in an hour and I'm not even ready.

                                        ~ Love Spencer Reid

I stare at the letter now sitting on my desk. What do I do with it now. Sam's going to be home soon and he'll flip if he reads that letter. Without even thinking I slip it into the holder for mail. He never goes in there. Without thinking I take my food to the couch eating it. Ding. I look at my phone seeing the lovely Emily has texted the group telling them we have a case. I quickly put on my jeans and boots grabbing my to-go bag before grabbing my keys locking up. I get in my car and drive down to the BAU. I swipe my key card going to my desk. Everyone was waiting for Emily and Garcia to walk into the bullpen to tell us to meet them in the conference room. My eye almost on instinct look for Dr. Reid seeing him standing there laughing with Tara. I look around before deciding to talk to JJ.

"Do you know what's going on?" I ask. I never had the right to be mad at JJ she didn't know Reid and I we're together. All she did was fuck up her own marriage and lose her best friend I couldn't be mad at her it wasn't my place. She nods her head no before seeing the bubbly blonde walk in with a tablet in her hand shaking it towards the conference room. We all nod following along except me. I set my bag at my desk and look around.

"Y/n." Garcia calls out.

"Yeah I'm coming." I say. I put the letter in my desk and walk into the room.

"Okay. What do we have." I say taking a seat next to Luke.

"Two dead."

"Meet Tom and Lilly Small."

" A husband and wife. They we're found dead in there home in Atlanta Georgia on Wednesday stabbed brutally fifteen times then shot execution style." Emily stated.

"Do they have any kids?" I ask.

"Yes two sons and a daughter." Garcia says.

"Where were they that night." JJ asked.

"Jason the oldest was at his house with his wife and son. They both can prove and so can there security cams. Zach was at a soccer game on his way home when it happened and Angel was upstairs with rope tied around her but nothing about what happened almost like she was drugged."

"Do we know with what drugs?" Reid questioned.

"A date rape drug called-" Garcia takes a second to look at it.

"gamma-butyrolactone or gbl." she says.

"GBL is a hygroscopic colorless, water-miscible liquid with a weak characteristic odor. It is the simplest 4-carbon lactone. It is mainly used as an intermediate in the production of other chemicals, e.g. methyl-2-pyrrolidone." Reid speaks. We all look at him for a brief second his eyes meet mine but, wanting nothing more than to do with him I look away. Who am I lying to. I am still madly in love with him. I shake my head hearing Spencer speak again.

"It effects the pathway to the brain." he finishes. I nod.

"Okay so she was drugged but how?" I asked.

"We don't but we have to get there soon. We are wanting to believe that the unsub will hurt again. Wheels up in 40." Emily said. All of us exit from the room. I walk to the kitchen with my coffee mug in my hand only to meet the one and only Spencer Reid. I don't say anything I just pull out the pot making sure to fill it with the coffee and sugar. Reid starts to look at me with these big eyes that say a lot. I gave him and unwanted smile and walk away drinking my coffee

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"Ok Y/L/N, Reid go to the precinct and start the geographical map, Rossi and Tara talk to the family find any information you can out, Alvez you with me we're going to the crime site, after we'll go over to the coroners office." Emily finally finished. All of us nodding going our separate ways. Reid and I make our way towards the car heading down to the station.

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"There's been a new murder." Emily says threw the phone.

"Where." Reid asked picking up this red marker.

"At Peach Tree Center." she says. He put's his hand on it putting a dot right where his finger is laid. Right then the phone ringed again.

"Hello." I sang.

"Hello my beautiful and my boy genius." Garcia called threw.

"Hi my pretty lady." I said

"Hey Garcia." Reid spoke.

"Okay so I just got a call from the one and only Rossi telling me that the daughter told us that her mom had a kid at 15. I guess she got pregnant early and gave her up for adoption. They just recently got in touch." she finished.

"But you'll never get this." she salted.

"What."

"Her adoptive parents we the family just killed." she finished. Reid and I looked at each other

"Where is she now."

"She is on her way down from New Jersey."

"Mark that." I call to Reid.

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"Do you want some water." I asked coming into the room She sat there.

"So what part of New Jersey are you from?" I asked her. She  silently sat there still not saying anything.

"Ok, fine. It's in you're right of law not to talk. But you forget that I'm the profiler here. I watched you while you sat in here talking to Dr. Reid, I watched your micro-expressions. I watched as you barley blank when he mentioned the death of your mom. Now seeing that  you barley knew her I didn't expect you to be crying whale tears but for you actual family come on now. Not a single tear?" I questioned.

"Some people grieve different."

"Yes. They do but most people cry when a loved one dies. You know studies have been shown that most people who grieve cry but most psychopaths don't show emotion at all because they don't know how to show that emotion some were never raised into the right home some jsut don't know how." I say sitting down cupping my hands together.

"Now my question is why?" I ask.

"Why what?" she coyly.

"Don't play dumb with me." I smile right back.

"Awe is the Agent getting mad." I laugh

"Did you or did you not kill you're biological mom for giving you up and her kids and husband because they knew the truth and then went and killed you're adoptive parents because they kept this from you." I ask for almost a second you could see she broke. She didn't think I noticed.

"How would you know if I did."

"You made it very easy. You left Angel alive. She told us that she remembers a girl walking into her room and tying her up. She felt comfortable with her at first because this girl looked familiar but she couldn't put her finger on it. That's when Jason came forward and told us that you we're in the picture and that you always gave him an off vibe but, that. That right there wasn't enough to put you away. We had no proof. So we did a background search. You're not from New Jersey. You're from Maine. You're adoptive dad was a drunk and you're adoptive mom was not a mom she was trying to be you're best friend. You felt nothing almost as if you turned your emotions off like that." I snapped.

"Fine. I killed them." she screamed. I smirked and got up, walking out the door. The team was standing out there watching the whole thing there mouths a gaped.

"How-What?" Alvez laughed.

"How did you do that." Tara asked.

"You guys forget that this is why I was hired in the first place I am an amazing interrogator and profiler. " I smile at the lovely people infront of me.

"Hold up someone is calling me." I say walking away pulling out my phone.

"Hello this is SSA Y/L/N."

"Y/n." Sam's voice snapped.

"Oh. Hi my lovely." I smile.

"Where the fuck are you." he spat

"Wait are you with him-" he laughs

"Yes I am with him, and the whole team I work with asshat." I sigh.

"I found the letter." he states. I freeze.

"What are you talking about." I questioned dumbly.

"You know exactly what letter quit playing dumb. Are you going to tell him you love him to. Even after he hurt you?" he laughs bitterly

"I don't love him." I say in a hushed voice.

"Sure." he starts

"You know I hate it when you're with him." then he finished.

"Can you stop being so god damn controlling." I yell causing the looks of my team and a few others. Reid snapping his head first.

"Can you stop being such a bitch." he yells just as loud.

"Maybe I wouldn't be such a bitch if you stopped being so controlling."

"Whatever y/n well talk about this when we get home." I could just tell he was rolling his eyes, I decide to hang up the phone. I walk to the group a few of them letting out uncomfortable coughs. I just sigh.

"Sorry about that." I mumble looking down. They just nod all of us walking our own separate ways. I really need to talk to Spencer. I don't say anything I just kinda walk over to where he's grabbing his bag. Sam will get mad he always does but, I need to talk to him about this.

"Spence." I called him by the nickname. He looks over at me with wide eyes. He starts scrambling until I put my hand on his arm stopping him, and as cliche as it sounds but I felt fireworks. You shouldn't feel this way. It's wrong. I take my hand off his arm sliding them into my pockets uncomfortably.

"What's up."

"We need to talk." I say sternly. The blush rises up on him face.

"About what." he asked seeming to 'forget' about the letter he left me. "I can't stop thinking about the look on your face." He sighs before looking at me.

"Y/N I meant everything I said in that letter."

"I know and I just wanted to tell you that I forgive you. That I'm not mad anymore."

"You're not."

"No. It's been two years I can't stand being mad at you anymore it's tiring. I miss my best friend the one that I had before we started fucking around. I miss your stupid little facts in the morning or the nicknames you would give me. I miss walking hand in hand together into the bull pen. I miss staying up super later watching 'Doctor Who.' I miss you being the person who I can come to for anything. God Spence. I miss every part of you and I really fucked up getting into this relationship. I was just trying to move on and I thought I could but I can't I can't move on. I love you." I say.

"What about you're boyfriend." he almost cringes at the word boyfriend.

"I'm trying to leave him." I say softly.

"Why haven't you yet."

"Because like I said I'm trying to get over you."

"I love you any only you." I said softly.

"I love you." he says just as softly.

"God I love you so much." he finished.

"I'll break up with his as soon as I get home." I say softly. He hums in response. I grab the red tie he's wearing pulling my lips onto his. He wraps his arm around his waist and he wraps his around my waist and suddenly I feel at home.

#spencer reid x y/n #spence #spencer reid #spencer reid smut #spencer #criminal minds fandom #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds #derek morgan #mgg x reader #mgg #mgg fic #mgg smut #mgg fanfiction #arron hotchner #garcia #jenifer jareau #emily prentiss

[perseusjackson-jasongrace]

What Colour is Gold?

Jercy Fic

This is a fic based on this headcanon. I’m obsessed with Dark!Jercy and since i have a couple Dark Percy fics and one fic of both going Dark i figured its time for Jason to get a taste. I hope you guys enjoy. This was so much of fun to write

Masterlist

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when they told me blood smelt like

iron

i grabbed my mother's favourite pan

and sniffed till I got dizzy off the smell

when they told me crying tasted like

salt

i gulped down a glass of ocean water

and watched as tears fell

when they told me silk felt like

polished glass

i dove into the ocean

and scraped shards against shell

i wonder what gold looks like?

maybe it's time to tell

"Dude take my left I'm going for the thing behind us" Percy Jackson yelled, pounding towards the hydra.

"I got you" Jason Grace said, pulling up next to his friend.

"Gods these things get uglier everytime I deal with them" Percy grimaced

"Ugh agreed and those damn empousai are worse than Drew with all the stupid cackling" Jason huffed

"Yea I fought those a while back, they really are the evil cheerleaders of the underworld" His friend grinned sordidly

"I feel like there's a story there but we don't have time right now so add it to the list of stuff you have to tell me when this shit show is over"

Percy laughed before swinging his sword down on one of the slithering snapping heads of the hydra.

"Jay, light it up!"

The blue-eyed boy grinned and pulled lightning from clear skies directly onto the stump of monster neck.

"Damn that never gets old" Percy smirked and then he was back to swinging.

Together the two made a barbecue meal of the hydra and when it crumbled to dust, screeching towards darkness, they laughed.

"Now to get rid of our cheersqaud," Green eyes rolled in annoyance.

"Honestly Percy Jackson how do we end up meeting in such delicious circumstances?"

"Hi Kelli glad to see you look as whole as ever, figured you'd be in the trash since Bob swept you up?"

Jason snickered at the sweetness dripping from his friend's voice.

"An acquaintance Perce?"

"Just some housekeeping jobs gone wrong."

Kelli hissed and with two lethal movements stood in front of the two demigods.

"Your blood is going to be as salty as the ocean Percy Jackson and I cannot wait to drink it.'

"Well that's just dramatic" And with that he swung Riptide around.

It clanged resoundingly against Kelli's bronze leg.

Jason was about to stab from behind when another evil cheerleader popped up next to him. He scrambled back raising his sword. The empousa cackled and shuffled towards him, hair flickering with flames.

He attempted to create a storm, snapping her with lightning.

"Your little tricks do not work on me son of Jupiter." She crowed, pulling her mouth into a fanged grin.

"Guess we'll have to do this the hard way then" He shrugged, striking his sword against the ground.

He snuck a glance at Percy to make sure everything was okay. Rookie mistake. The empousa used that moment to charge.

"Jason!" Percy yelled

He whirled back around to see the evil cheerleader flying towards him. Jason twisted his sword and flung it towards the shrieking monster. With a vile squelch it found its mark and before she could touch the ground she was ash.

He sighed in relief and turned to thank his friend. Percy was lying on the floor, a hand clutching his abdomen.

Bile climbed up Jason's throat as he rushed forward.

"Percy oh my gods what happened? Fuck shit Percy!" He screamed

"Kelli," Percy gasped, eyes rolling back, "Kelli managed to gut me before I killed her."

Jason sobbed as he felt warm red blood soaking through Percy's shirt.

"What must I do? Tell me how to help you?"

"Ambrosia," The demigod rasped, trying to reach his jeans' pockets.

"Right right okay, just stay with me, you aren't allowed to close your eyes you have to stay with me" Jason was hyperventilating

He shoveled some ambrosia into his friend's mouth and watched the green-eyed boy nibble it, groaning as he tried to swallow.

"Thanks buddy, you're a really good—" Percy succumbed to the darkness.

"No no fuck no! Wake up gods fucking dammit open your eyes Jackson!" He yelled

The son of Poseidon did not stir again.

Jason heaved, blueberry pancakes and water.

Minutes later the tears ran dry, and the shaking ceased.

"This is not fucking over." He swore.

And with that he picked up his friend and started walking. If anyone saw him they stayed far away. Those blue eyes crackled with murder.

Someone was going to pay f

Jason walked and walked and walked, until he stood at the entrance to Olympus. Then and only then did he dare look down. Black hair was plastered to a pale forheadhead and blood had soaked right through the Bon Jovi picture. He tightened his grip under his friend's knees and squeezed the hand holding Percy's shoulder.

The Son of Jupiter prowled onto the marble bridge of Olympus and the entire structure shuddered. Each step struck sparks of electricity. Dryads and nymphs scuttled back to their homes, not daring to make a sound. The infinite music  halted in a single note. The chatter of thriving life died. The only sound was the heavy, deadly footfall of a demigod.

Jason Grace stepped into the throne room and Gods became men.

"Fix this." Two words.

Nothing had ever sounded so paralyzing.

Nobody moved. No-one dared to loose a breath.

"This is your fault. We were down there because you couldn't keep the monsters out of the fields. FIX THIS!" The blonde haired boy bellowed.

"Son we are sorry but we—"

"I don't fucking care what you can and can't do. Fix him." How does a whisper sound louder than drums.

"We cannot change death Jason Grace." Ares frowned.

"Then you should have prevented it," Still so soft.

"I cannot say I'm unhappy to see him gone," Athena mused, unaware of the volatile half blood in her midst.

Jason's laugh entwined itself around his throat,

"And I thought you were the smart one"

The Goddess of Wisdom did not have time to open her mouth before a sword hilt stuck out of her rib-cage.

Her eyes widened a fraction before she slumped over.

The demigod retrieved his sword, inspecting the gold liquid that clung to it.

"Who's next?"

"You think you can beat all of us Son of Jupiter?" Artemis looked at him with interest

"I don't care if I can, I'll die trying if you don't fix him."

Only malice glittered in his eyes. Nothing of the good boy who followed rules and obeyed the divine.

Nobody bothered to move.

Jason smiled and the skies opened up. Lightning rained down like shards of glass, cutting and searing flesh.

Thunder echoed against the stone walls, loud enough to burst eardrums. Blood dripped down the side of agonized immortal faces. Storms, the demigod thought, had never looked so rich.

"JASON!" Zeus roared.

"What?" His son hissed.

"Stop this right now! Dionysus take Percy Jackson to Poseidon, he is not dead. The sea should heal him. And as for you boy you will not defy us like this ever again. I will strip you of everything you are." Zeus slashed.

"If you don't want me to act like this maybe you should stop getting us into life and death situations."

"Get out and do not come back unless you are invited." His father seethed.

"I always did want to know what gold looked like." Jason Grace grinned.

And all around him drops of sunlight coated the stone floor, dripping from those ancient bodies and glittering in the evening beams.

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when they told me blood smelt like

iron

i grabbed my mother's favourite pan

and sniffed till I got dizzy off the smell

when they told me crying tasted like

salt

i gulped down a glass of ocean water

and watched as tears fell

when they told me silk felt like

polished glass

i dove into the ocean

and scraped shards against shell

i'll tell you what gold looks like

go ask the gods

they're bottled sunshine

and I am hell

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[astranne]

Crossover MCU/DC

So... it’s more like a Crossover between Dr. Strange and the DC universe but yeah... anyway

Dr. Strange is the Sorcerer Supreme, the protector of earth and all this shit. But he’s also the protector of the multiverse. And I think, as the protector, he needs to travel between all this worlds. And one of these worlds is the DC universe. I’m more a Marvel fan, know much about the MCU but DC... uhhh, I often read some post about facts of some charakters and often use wikipedia and all. But I haven’t read comics, just watched some movies, so if I have something wrong, it’s fanfic my dudes. 

Anyway (I use this word to much) through this whole protecting shit, travels among the universes, he meets the Justice League and becomes a member. He’s often called, when some mogic villians attack the earth. But Stephen realizes, that’s just too much work. So he creates Kamar Taj in the DC universe, Wong becomes a teacher and so on and on. And Kamar Taj becomes like a door/portal for travels between the two universes Dr. Strange lives. 

Anyway. Because of Thanos the whole multiverse is screwed up and when the Avengers defeat him five years later, it’s repaired, but not like before. The Infinity Stones are the most powerful things in the multiverse, they are beings (creepy) and decide, they need a host. Because Thanos is absolut shit and who says, there are not more like him? So... after the multiverse was screwed up, Dr. Strange goes to the heart? idk if that exists in the comics, but everything has a zentrum and yeah. He goes there and everything is in absolut chaos. He tries to ‘clean’ up, but it doesn’t help much. Then he realizes, that this whole energy can’t be guided in the different universes with some simple speels. So he starts to collect the Infinity Stones and places all six of them in the middle of this whole energy stuff. Uhh, it’s really hard do describe? Hope it still works

Anyway. The stones ‘realize’ that they are finally at their right place and think Stephen is worthy. But he’s still human and humans can be corrupted. So they basically make him a father and create their ‘host’/heir whatever. Basically, Stephen has a daughter now. Who controls and holds the power of the Infinity Stones. And because she was created in the heart of the multiverse, she controls also the universes? This is just an excuse to make my charakter overpowered :) But Stephen can have the Time Stone back, and places all the other Stones back where they come from. They can still be ‘used’, but everytime this happens, Stephen’s daughter knows this and can block the stone or summon it. So basically she protects the stones and the multiverse. 

And now I need a name. Uhm... I’ll call her Thea (greek for goddess) So, Stephen has now a teenage daughter, who is too powerful, wise and yeah. But he treats her still like she’s a teenager and she loosens up? Yk, becomes a little bit more human. So, now, he introduces her to the Avengers and the Justice League (the both groups don’t know each other). But yeah, he tells them, that this is his daughter and now the hero Infinity. When she’s in her ‘hero’ persona, her eyes become glowing white, her voice echoes and her hair has the colors of the stones. And yeah... another excuse to make her absolutly gorgeous and badass and powerful-

Anyway. Thea never shows her real power, just uses magic like her father. All heroes think she’s the host of an Elder, a group of immortal beings, who existet before the Big Bang. Probalby the goddess of life or something like that.

So... now. Ra’s al Ghul hears of her and her powers, well what everybody think her powers are. The villians and civilians don’t know, what the heroes know. So, Ra’s thinks she’s just a powerful sorceress, after all her father is the most powerful of them. He gathers all the magic users together and tries to capture her. And Thea thinks, why not. Let’s play with mortals. (I have no idea, if I should make her immortal or just half human, half universe. Like after her death she becomes one with the multiverse...)

Anyway. She comes to the League of assassins, her magic ‘stolen’ or that’s what everybody thinks. Because they are not Mordo, who can steal the magic from people like in the MCU. So, Ra’s thinks, she’s magicless and trains her. Thea plays the scared teenager, almost adult woman and learns fast. And then she meets Jason, who’s the pet project of Talia. The two of them often train together. When he finally escapes or whatever he does and goes back to Gotham, she tells him to go to Kamar Taj, that the people there can help with the pit madness. Jason still wants revenge and tries to kill Bruce, but when then Bruce tries to help and he can’t really, Jason searches Kamar Taj. Stephen finds him and becomes his teacher. So Jason learns about the multiverse and that Stephen protectes it and suddendly feels very small. He wants to help and becomes fast a Master of the Mystic Arts. One day, Thea comes back, tired of pretending she’s a helpless girl agains the League. She blows up the whole place, and nearly kills Ra’s. 

So, Jason meets Thea again, accepts the fact, that she’s literally the child of some stones and the multiverse. He also meets tha Avengers and wants to become one. Because they don’t have a problem with killings, not like the Justice League or Batman. 

Anyway. Jason still becomes Red Hood, that he has magic now is his biggest secret. Thea becomes his right hand, names herself Hela (like the sister of Thor), basically becomes her, with her powers and all the stuff. But she only uses them, when it’s necessary. So, Jason takes over Gotham, controls crime and slowls reduces it. Bruce doesn’t really notice it, because Jason let’s all the Bosses (like Black Mask) life, and controls them. But then Bruce hears them talking about Red Hood and his right hand Hela. He never saw them and first thinks this are just rumors, but the talk never stops about them. Bruce begins to search this Red Hood, becomes a drug boss, while Jason watches every step of him. 

It takes some time, but Bruce becomes a part of the Big Bosses of Gotham. Probably has some ridiculous name and a mask, which hides his face. And then he’s finally a part of the meeting with Red Hood. There are many drug bosses there, some villians and the Joker... They all wait for Red Hood, but first meet Hela. If some people don’t know her, here is a picture.

This is so big... anyway. 

So, she stalks in this room and sits at the head of the table, grins like she’s crazy. And then comes Red Hood in, in a neat suit and I’m just putting another picture here..

Something like that. And Jason just sits there, Thea at his right side and stares at the people. Suddendly he points his gun at Bruce, who starts to freak out, because no way this Red Hood knows he’s Batman- Jason shoots the Bodyguard behind him. Bruce just blinks, while Thea summons some daggers/swords? whatever this weapons of Hela are and kills all the rest of the Bodyguards. 

“Now we are finally alone...” Jason glares at Joker, who grins like the madman he is. 

“I’m sure, everybody of you wants to know, why am I doing this?” Bruce wants to sigh, now this typical ‘I’m the bad guy, I need to monologue’ stuff. 

“It’s rather easy. I grew up in Gotham, I lived through the good and the bad things, I lived as a poor boy and as a rich boy. I died here and came back.”

“Thanks to me”, Thea grins, while Jason chuckles. 

“Yes, thanks to Hela. Don’t worry, she’s not some pretender, she’s the real goddess of death.” Now most of the bad guys start sweating, because there is a fucking goddess and she’s the right hand of this guy-

“But we’re not finished yet... I died, in the hands of a madman, because my own mother betrayed me and my... father couldn’t save me.” 

“I didn’t really intruduce myself. My name is Red Hood and before I died, I was the second Robin.” Now Bruce really started to panic. Before anybody can do something, Jason kills the Joker. 

“I always hated his stupid grin...” Thea slowly stands up and kneels beside the body of the Joker and brings him back to life. Joker is just confused and Bruce’s now thinking, that this was a really really bad idea. 

“I’m going to torture you later, but I really needed to shoot you in your stupid face. And don’t think, that Batman is going to save you.” The other villians are shocked, because their new boss was once a hero, a Robin and now he kills people?

“Now... let’s start the real buisness.” Bruce knows, that he’s fucked, because there is a goddess and he’s pretty sure, that this goddess knows, that he’s Batman. 

When the whole meetings ends and everyone is starting to go, Jason calls Bruce by his fake name. Everybody stops, because this is a new guy. Either he dies or he becomes rewared. 

“I always hated Batman for being so cold, almost heartless. But he never seemed to do the bad thing, he was a hero after all. I was rather shocked, when I learned, that he had killed before and from who he had learned... but he never hurt innocents. Not before and not now. So... what is different now? Why does he send you, an innoncent, to the middle of the lion’s den? Tell me, Bruce, what is different now?” 

“You always seem to protect Batman, is he your secret lover? Or just a friend? Or your enemy? After all, you allowed him, that I could be his sidekick... tell me, Bruce, why are you taking this burden? To help him, to do his dirty work?”

Jason doesn’t expose Bruce to all the villians there, just warns him. When he ever steps a foot in his ‘kingdom’, he’s dead. Just like all his allies. And Bruce now knows, Jason is able to do that. So, Bruce distances himself of Red Hood, but tries to find Jason. Jason doesn’t cares about that, he’s happy, he protects Gotham, well, as good as he can and he protects the multiverse.

I think Thea would become his lover and maybe one day, Red Hood becomes part of the Batfam and they meet ‘Hela’. And Infinity is together with Drákon, the right hand of Dr. Strange. Jason is choosen by an ancient sword, which holds the power of dragons. (something like Genji of overwatch) So yeah... Jason and Thea have many personas and love to confuse people

If anyone wants to write a story about this, tag me, so I can read it! This is one of my favourite ideas :) and if anything is confusing about my writing style... I’m swiss, I have like no idea how to write in english ._.

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[first-living-myth]

Summer Made Children

Picture credit to @unbeknownsst

Jade hurt his ankle, and is laid up with cast and crutches. Jesse is sitting next to him, doodling heart on their cast to cheer him up.

Summer-made children, to come back to,

JESSE

"Did you fell off the tree?"

Mom indeed been working temp as a nurse (that's why she's not home every nigh; she's working in the emergency unit though the evening till early morning) not even once-- Jess ever saw someone with broken bone and casted leg in front of his eyes. He sat a little away from the bed: unnecessarily looking terrified. This is one of the weekly trip to dad's place as the adults call it, holidays. Yet if it's a holiday why Mom always looked rather sour everytime he's being picked up of the apartment? He noticed so; children always do, her tightened jaw and stifled frown and a little bid of adieu that sounded like, I want him back in Sunday before 7 pm, instead of a nice 'Have a nice weekend!'

"Did bad kids hit you?"

His eyes are all doe; the thing that would still be with him once he later grown up into a man, doe, big eyes. Although little legs just decided to took himself onto the chair right next to the older kid's study, keeping distance from the bed, afraid those little clumsy hands of his would leave the boy in pain accidentally. (he is clumsy, big one.)

"Is it broken?"

(Little gasp!)

"Do you need help!"

JADE

Jade Huang was twelve and he fell from the stairs.

The classroom is large and daunting, far too threatening for Jade's tiny brain to comprehend. He did not like it, not even the slightest. However, he dare not to refuse his mom’s will, forced him to get off to school no matter what. Typical Asian parents, he dare say. He wore plain silky white shirt, short sleeve, tapered western, baggy lightweight black pants, then also his most remarkable sceptical and somewhat supercilious, with its odd rectangular, thick dark brown glasses. It was quite unhinged actually, due to the constant damage he shoved.  He likes to throw things around when too immersed with something; bad habit never cease, just like wonder does.

Jade never once revel in commingling coeval groups, simply enough, he prefers to be alone. Hence, he wouldn’t get surprised anymore if the peers around him despise his presence; uncanny, an oddball, yet shrewd to say the least. He could never mingle well, a perfect misfit. Then, when lunch time comes, he always sits beneath the tall primeval, verdant, gigantic and gnarled, shady trees, all alone but with his fine, readable, small leather-bound books. He would read anything, from classic literature, until full-colored comics. 

Whether he will understand the contexts or not, possibly more coherent with the latter, it wouldn't be a problem. Reading was and only his solace, in amidst of boisterous cacophony.

“Oi, clotpole!”

A chubby, bald, slanted eyes, noteworthy flabby tummy, has appeared. He seems cute, yes, to others, indeed. But Jade, himself, saw the other child, named Jason, as his mortal enemy; Jason oftentimes beat Jade until he felt like his end was near, pulled childish pranks, such as stole Jade’s favorite toy and many others. As usual, he chose to be wise, at least he thought, to ignore the impudent boy. 

“I said, oi, clotplole! Didn’t you hear or are you deaf?”

“What do you want this time?” He asked, nonchalantly. 

“Buy this for me! You’re rich, aren’t you?”

Jason said with a glimmer in his eyes, playful just like a misbehaving child would, while proud, holding up a crumpled, frayed brittle, piece of paper. There was a picture of something, he was unable to limn it, because it wasn’t considered as one of his interests. One thing for certain, it was some kind of toy.

“Why?”

“Because I want to!”

“Why?”

“You’re rich?”

“Why?”

“Just buy it, motherfucker!”

“But I don’t want to, and my statement is final.” his tone surprisingly even, almost studious.

“You bloody wonker!”

The next thing Jade knows, he was at home, laid up with cast and crutches. He was unconcious for a while, and refused to talk. Even when the old fine looking aunty was talking to him, he kept his mouth shut. Albeit seen disheveled, his gaze fixated on looking at a child of eight or nine, all pale skin and thin bones and dark, tangled hair. 

Ahn Jaesuk, the name of the child. But he prefers to call him Jesse, as prolly everyone did. This is their third meeting, Jade was slightly content, thrilled yet he did want to show it. 

“Hi, Jesse.”

JESSE

"Did it hurt?"

The kid talks so much. So-fucking much, he pulls the chair closer to the bed that his curious side grows. Frown curls in response; he's so expressive in the contrary to the older boy regarding to his either reaction or feelings, big, even. He gives big reactions to almost anything.

(His expressions changes often when he's trying to read Jade's collection of books; the expression where he barely understands letters, the expressions where he found a new verb he never heard before, the expression where he  found BIG ACTIONS in the comic books! Later growing up he'll find fondness specially towards DC Comics.)

"I mean, when the bad kids hit you."

Did he come too straightforward? No means to offend, but,

"Or did you really fell off the tree!"

He's careful not to jump into the bed. Sick people needs bigger space, Mom once said. She's the nurse afterall; a pro in sick person, making them less sick, helping the doctors to help the sick. The easy way in comprehending the term in the brain of a nine year old.

"So, do you, need a help when you need to go to pee? Was it hurt when they put the cast on your feet? Mom said where the bone is broken it will be swollen and painful.

JADE

Jade is the only child and he didn't know how to deal with a little brother, the one who acted and played like so. He didn’t know how to deal with Jesse, even though he had done lots of research. By all means, reading many books that he could possibly find, few have been proven useful, but the rest look ridiculous though. A snippet from Jade’s reading material, ‘Raising A Kid’, ‘Teaching Boy About Things’, ‘Shit Brothers Said’, ‘I am A Brother’, and the list goes on. Well, what would you expect from someone mediocre, twelve years old, plain yet geeky boy? 

“Hey, do you know what word to describe someone that asks too many questions, talk too much, like you?” 

Jade asked, mimicking a wiseacre or smart aleck look alike’s expression, his brow wrinkled as he leaned in close to headboard, which was covered in white pillows, in his smaller and rather austere bedroom. 

“I read it in a book, apparently those people are called loquacious.” Jade slurs. He was slightly worried if this is the right choice or not; he was concerned, he hardly believed anything at all. One of the human nature, future is always seemed scary, because they cannot control it; predictions, however, is in another hand. Now, Jade prayed with all his might, he's able to, at least, produce a good outcome through this.  

Even so, Jade stilled in disbelief, a hefty sigh escaped successfully. It’s not like it should be a surprise, or anything, because even at the very first meeting, Jesse couldn’t shut up; a brazen young boy, inquisitive most of the time. But the child seemed fastidious about Jade’s current condition and all. Many would think Jesse was being annoying, making the whole plight vexatiously so, most certainly to a sick, helpless boy. However, Jade saw things differently, it was adorable, cute to be truth, and amusing to look at. 

He felt the sudden urge to squish, pinch those plump cheeks, when he was watching vacuously open, soft vermeil, comparatively dainty lips of Jesse’s keep moving and talking. And so, he did, unconsciously and makes wonder spread in his chest.

“It’s hurt, the pain still lingers but I guess I’m okay.” He laughed, dryly. “Someone pushed me. From the stairs. It was scary. It was high. He was bigger than you. Strange.” He said, intermittently so.

JESSE

"What?"

He sounded as chirpy, until a really, foreign word hits his ear, over a pronounciation that the little boy barely could repeat. Mouth opens; involuntarily, a gape visible, and he doesn't even know that he's making that face for that brief moment,

<: O

(That's exactly the face he is making.)

Doe-eyed, mouth-gaped, briefly silent; do all 12 years old be this cool? Or only because Jade spent more times with books instead of communicating with actual person? But Jess surely never heard that word before.

  "--Lo, locucious." Hey, he tried his best to repeat that out. Hopefully the older one still has that emphaty to correct the kid, or he will grow sticking to it until someone else is kind enough to point out. But Jess knows the word, retaliation!

Don't ask where did he learn that but Batman comics taught him so! Inclusing many scientific terms (he believed they are scientific, because, Detective Comics,) that came out of the same comic book series.

Jess also spent too much time reading colorful comics.

He gave out big reactions, remember? Again, big frown curling over his big displease of an expression in which  shifted in no time upon the progression of the story; someone pushed me, fell from the stairs, it still hurt--- he cringed a big fear, he was bigger than you; and his frown curling up into a fright. As if the older boy was telling him a horror, bed story time. (Would Jade read him bed story times?).

And he looked up the other boy with  that same fright. Is he worried? Well, look at his face right now? "....Joshua got his knee hurt too when we played football in school," Joshua, Joshua Carson, his classmate, but he didn't mention about the fact that the mentioned boy as his classmate. "He skipped school for two! Weeks! I envy!! But then I missed him so I visit him everyday after school."

Chirpy, chirpy little boy,

"Uh-oh do you want me to take your drink!!"

(The story is still in progress).

[peter-parkourwrites]

Searching For Forever ~ Part 6. (Peter Parker x Stark!FemReader)

Summary: When everything seems almost too perfect, your family is starting to fall to pieces. Your father chooses his path, and Steve chooses the opposite, and you’re in the middle of it all. Only confiding in your best friend who just so happens to be everyones favorite Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man, and the one you fall for.

Warnings: Swearing, Angst, mentions of blood

Word Count:

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When your dad came home that night, he was completely silent, he dropped the food on the kitchen island, and stormed off to his lab, Peter’s suit in his hand. You called Peter about thirty times, and no answer. He didn’t show up to school the next day and when he finally did, he didn’t talk to you. He barely even talked to Ned. So you found yourself sitting with Harry, and Betty’s friends. Which consisted of Jason who was always on the morning announcements with Betty, Cindy, and Abraham. And somehow you managed to drag MJ along, she didn’t really like it but as long as you were there she was fine to read, sketch, and sometimes even join in on the conversation.

You didn’t get the full story of what happened but you were able to piece it together. You knew Peter got his suit taken away, that much was obvious. It was even more so when your dad asked you to replace the tracker and put more locks on protocols. He told you about the ferry incident, but what you didn’t get from him you got from news outlets and twitter feed. Seeing Peter so… heartbroken and beat up over all of this broke your heart. You wanted to help, you tried to talk to him but everytime he just ignored you and even went as far as to tell you to shut up one time. So from then on you only gave him shy smiles when he glanced over at you, and sent a supportive message every once in awhile. You and Ned were still close, and he often told you about how Peter was doing, but only if you asked. You knew Ned was only trying to be there for Peter, and you were glad it was at least Ned if it wasn’t you.

When you first met Peter Parker, you were unsure how you felt about him. You met at school of course, and yeah he might have spilt orange juice all over your brand new converse but something inside you told you not to flip out on him. You didn’t know why, and you could never have known that he would be the cause of your first heartbreak, he would be your first love. You just saw him as some goofy kid, with a cute smile who tripped over his own two feet constantly. From then on everything you felt had been a confusing mess. And for the first time in your life, you were unsure how to feel about something. The way you felt about him was uncharted territory, then and now. Sure you had dated other people, but it didn’t even last a month or so until you left. Only having enough room in your heart for one other person, Peter Parker. That spot in your heart was reserved for him and only him. Sure, you ignored it as best as possible as the years went on, but you could only hide emotions like that for so long. For the first time in your life, you were finding yourself in a problem that you didn’t know how to solve…

Well of course you knew it was just a matter of if you wanted to solve it.

“(Y/N)? Hello?” Harry waved his hand in front of your face as you swallowed a fry and looked over at him.

“Personal space, Osborn.” You teased nudging his arm slightly.

“Well sorry I didn’t know asking you a question was invading your personal space.”

“Haha very funny. But what’s up?”

“Are you going to Homecoming?” He asked as Betty grinned and nodded eagerly, waiting for your answer.

“Uh… yeah I think so anyways. I just gotta figure out a dress situation but it shouldn’t be too hard.” You said with a nod as he grinned.

“Cool cool, well I guess uh… I’ll see you there then? Save me a dance will you?” He asked, standing up as the bell rang, a hand reaching down to you. You smiled and nodded, taking his hand in your own as he pulled you up.

“No promises, I’m a very busy girl. But we’ll see.” You teased with a small wink before walking off with MJ and Jason to art class.

“I gotta piss, don’t fuck up my painting.” You teased nudging MJ as you walked by her.

“Wouldn’t dream of it Stark.” She muttered, going back to her sketch.

You walked down the empty hallways letting your feet scrape against the polished floors, ignoring the small squeaks they were giving off. When you were about to round the corner you halted hearing Peter’s voice.

“Hey I thought you had calculus this period?” You raised a brow before hearing Liz speak up. You knew it was wrong to listen in, but hey no harm no foul.

You leaned a bit closer to hear what they were saying, and gulped hearing Peter’s next words.

Five simple words. Five fucking words, and you felt your heart shatter against your ribcage. Bringing a hand up to your mouth you felt a tear slide down your cheek before racing off, not even wanting to hear Liz’s answer.

“All harm, all foul.” You repeated the mantra in your head as you raced to the next closest bathroom and practically flung yourself into the stall. You let quiet sobs rack through your body as you leaned against the cool wall beside you. With a shaky hand you pulled out your phone and quickly typed a message to MJ.

You: Emergency. West corridor bathroom. NOW.

Once it sent, you sunk down against the wall and brought your knees into your chest, as tears fell from your cheek to the floor.

“Fuck fuck fuck.” You muttered resting your head on top of your kneecaps.

At first it was just a dumb rumor, and sure you were a bit nervous about it, but it was just a rumor. It didn’t mean anything at the time. But now, with blurred vision, shaky hands, and trouble breathing it was anything but a rumor. The boy, you so desperately, selfishly wanted for your own was giving up on you.

“Pumpkin? Are you almost done?! Pep and I want pictures!” Your father called as he knocked on your door. You fiddled with the ends of your dress and let out a shaky sigh. It was now homecoming night, and you were determined to have a good time. Natasha had curled your hair, and you pulled it back into a half up half down look, to go with your dress. You had a delicate looking maroon dress, it came to a stop just above your knees, the skirt was all red, as was the top but it had black lace covering it, and the red stopped at your shoulders, but the lace continued down to your wrists. You paired it with black heels, and some gold necklaces as well as diamond earrings. And you looked good. Your makeup was simple, a little bit of eyeshadow, mascara, concealer, but what pulled it all together was the killer highlight that made you glow.

“Yeah I’m good!” You called, grabbing your clutch with your phone, and lipgloss. When you opened your door, your father and Pepper turned around and both gasped before coming to hug you tightly.

Pictures were taken, and many hugs were given. As you chatted with the team, laughing at their jokes and mild attempts to threaten anyone who tried to flirt with you. The doorbell rang. You hugged everyone goodbye before your dad walked up from the front door, Harry in tow.

“Sweetheart, care to tell me why there is a boy here asking for you?”

“Harry!” You cheered and ran up to him giving him a short hug, before turning back to the group, Harry nervously shuffled behind you, all eyes on him.

“Everyone this is Harry, Harry this is the Avengers. He’s going with my friends and I. I’m guessing they sent you up huh?” You said turning towards him. He nodded with a soft chuckle before handing you the corsage.

“Okay we’re leaving now! Bye!” You called off to the team before leading Harry out of the house and to the car.

You felt absolutely gorgeous that night.

And maybe somewhere deep down you did it for yourself, MJ did tell you to mainly dress up for yourself - to feel better, or whatever bullshit she spewed at you while you were shopping for dresses.

~

“Why can’t we just stay homeeeee. I don’t even wanna go to that stupid dance anyway. I’d rather not watch Peter and Liz swap spit while I cry into some un-spiked punch.” You complained, MJ’s hand tugging yours into the shops.

“Because, you’re my best friend and I’m not gonna let you sulk over some idiot boy who you can’t even tell your feelings too.”

“You’re making it seem like it’s my fault Peter asked Liz to homecoming.” You suggested, crossing your arms over your chest as MJ began sorting through dress on the rack for you.

“Well yeah, cuz it is. I mean not directly. But if you told him how you felt we wouldn’t be in this shitty mess.” She remarked, quirking a brow in your direction. You flipped her off and walked up to the rack behind her.

“Okay but that doesn’t mean I should put myself in situations where I’m gonna end up crying anyways.”

“No, but if you walk in there looking hot as hell he won’t know what hit him.” She added with a wink tossing you dresses and ushering you into the changing rooms.

~

And boy did you look damn good. You walked, a slow strut into the gym with your small group, your arm looped through Harry’s as a small ‘fuck you’ to Peter. Of course you didn’t really mean it but hey, a little jealousy never hurt anyone.

“Oh! I love this song come on!” You cheered, placing your punch on the table and grabbing Betty’s hand, dragging her to the dance floor. You jumped around, swaying your arms and body to the music, grabbing Betty’s hands as you two spun around and laughed. As much as you didn’t want to come, you were so so glad you did.

“Harry! Jason! Come dance with us!” Betty called to the boys as they walked up to you. You grinned and grabbed Harry’s hands, beginning to dance around with him.

After about ten minutes, you could feel the sweat on your forehead. You huffed and waved them off, telling them you’d be back and walked over to where MJ, and Ned were with the rest of the group. You grabbed your cup muttering a small thank you to MJ before gulping half of it down.

Spacing out for a little bit, you jumped when Ned waved vigorously at the door and MJ gave someone the finger. Curiosity displayed on your face, you leaned over and saw Peter, the curiosity turning to annoyance. Scoffing, you rolled your eyes and turned around to face MJ completely.

“Where’s Liz? Isn’t she his date?” Cindy asked motioning towards Peter who was walking through the crowds of people. You shrugged and walked back up to the punch table, pouring yourself some more of the fruity drink.

A small gasp escaped your lips as you watched Peter race out of the gym.

“Fuckin’ hell Parker.” You muttered, slamming the cup down and walking back over to Ned. “Lets go!” You called, grabbing the collar of his suit jacket and running off the way Peter went.

Everything happened so fast, you were racing down the hallways with Ned one minute, and the next, Ned was shooting Peter’s webs at the shocker guy.

“Guys! The guy with the wings is Liz’s dad!” He cried, coming to a stop in front of you. “Call Mr. Stark and Happy Hogan tell them what’s going on!”

“Peter wait!” You called as he started to run off. “You’re gonna need this.” You said tossing him an earpiece and a tracker.

“Thanks… and for what it’s worth, I’m sorry.” He called, swinging away. You and Ned exchanged a shocked look before running back into the building. You and Ned raced off to the computer lab and you pulled up a chair beside him, watching as he quickly logged in and began to track Peter’s phone.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y pull up Spider-Man’s tracker, and keep me updated on movement.” You said as it was projected in front of you.

“Peter? Do you copy? Tell me what’s happening?” You yelped as Ned nudged you slightly in order to get you to quiet down. “F.R.I. put the comm on speaker so both Ned and I can work and listen.” You said swiping through your contacts and dialing Happy. You tossed the phone to Ned and took over with the tracking.

“He’s by the gamestop on jackson ave.”

“Where are the headlights on this thing? God- I’m in Flashes car!”

“You stole Flash’s car. Ha awesome.”

“No Ned not awesome! Peter can’t go to jail for this shit!” You cried before giving Peter directions on where to go. “Call Happy, hurry!” Ned nodded and dialed his number.

“Take off in five minutes! Who is this?”

“Mr. Happy it’s Ned!”

“Who?”

“Oh for god sake, Happy!”

“Kid?! What the hell, why aren’t you at the dance?”

“I am, just ugh look Peter-”

“Nope bye!” He said before hanging up. You groaned and rested your head on the desk.

“I’m gonna kill him.”

“Well would you do that later?! Kinda need to find Vulture here!”

“Right right, okay uh… he stopped at an old industrial park in Brooklyn.” You said raising a brow at the computer. “F.R.I.D.A.Y. Call my father, tell him what’s going on.”

“Copy that boss.”

“Okay wait wait! He said he was going out of town?”

“Weird, oh we reached Happy and he doesn’t seem to like you very much.” Ned interrupted.

“He doesn’t like anyone.” You deadpanned, your eyes scanning over the computer screen as Vulture’s car stayed put.

“What did he say?” Peter shouted through the comm, as horns honked at him.

“Sounded like he was catching a flight, something about leaving in nine minutes.” You froze and shook your head frantically.

“Fuck fuck fuck! It’s moving day. F.R.I.D.A.Y. Call anyone! If they all don’t answer then get me mock sixteen.”

“Are you sure? It’s not ready yet and-”

“Just do it!” You yelled, slamming your hands down on the table.

“Why what’s this about?”

“He’s going to rob the plane!” You hissed pulling your phone out of your pocket and calling Happy.

“What’re you two doing here? There's a dance.” Your teachers voice sounded through the lab as the lights flicked on. You gulped and looked over at Ned.

“Uhhh… watching porn.” He said and you smacked your palm to your forehead, muttering out apologies as you both walked out of the computer lab.

“Okay listen, you go in and stall everyone. I’ll call you when I find Peter.” You yelled as you raced towards the front doors.

“Wait where are you going?!” He yelled, pushing open the doors. As if on cue one of the drones dropped a small box with the labeling ‘Stark Industries’ on it. You grinned and pulled out the watch, slipping it on your wrist. Ned watched on in amazement as you tapped it three times and a silver and purple suit slid across your body.

“To help the guy I love stop Vulture… Thrusters engage.” You said, and blue flames poured from the feet and hands as you began hovering, “Keep me updated on what’s going on here!” You called towards Ned, tossing him his own earpiece.

“I knew you were in love with Peter!” Ned cheered, raising his fist into the air and jogging back into the building.

“I’ll deal with him later… Watson?” You asked, as the suit whirred to life, taking off.

“Hello Miss Stark. Nice to finally be of service.”

“Skip the formalities for now, access Spider-Man’s tracker and set the suits coordinates to his location.” The suit flew up into the sky, moving as you dodged buildings and flocks of birds.

“Mr. Parker has crash landed on Coney Island beach. He seems like he could use some assistance.”

“No shit, just… fuck uh, switch half the suits power to thrusters and go!” You yelled bracing yourself as they engaged and sent you flying forward faster.

As you approached Coney Island you gasped. Immediately feeling your heart rate increase.

“Ma’am your blood pressure levels are spiking and you are getting extremely hot, I believe you are having a mild panic attack shall I-”

“Waston, just turn on the air and do an infrared scan of the area for bodies.” You whispered the last part as you flew down to the destruction. Seeing your father's new mask prototype laying on the ground you sighed and kicked at it slightly.

“There is one body, alive, seems to be Mr. Parker, to your far left. And the other who seems to be The Vulture within the flames.” You groaned and flew over to where Peter was.

“Oh my god…” You whispered, the mask of your suit retracting as you walked up to him. Carefully, you knelt down beside him, your hands hovering over his body as he groaned in pain. Blood was smeared across his nose, bruises littered his cheeks and collarbones.

“Wh-where is he.” Peter hissed, from pain as he slowly pulled himself up. You gripped his elbow with one hand, using the other to support his back.

“He’s back with the main part of the plane. Peter we need to get out of here he could-”

“No. I’m finishing this.” Was all he said before ripping from your grasp and stalking up to Vulture with every bit of strength he had left.

Before you could process what was going on, Vulture flew at the both of you, knocking you to the ground with a loud thud. Groaning, the mask slid back from your face again as you blinked a few times.

“You asshole! I’m going to be concussed!” You shouted, slowly standing up and looking towards Vulture.

“Hey Pedro… see you’ve got a sidekick, (Y/N) Stark. I’ve heard a lot about you from my daughter, how talented and smart you are. But I never pegged you as one to fight, what’s with the get-up? Daddy build you your own suit?”

“I built it myself headass, and I’m no sidekick.” You hissed, venom lacing your words as you raised your hand and fired a blast towards him, which much to your dismay… he dodged. He flew back at you both, and you quickly jumped out of the way, watching as Peter rolled underneath him and shot a web towards him.

When he missed, Vulture flug himself towards Peter and used the metal claws on his suit to press him against the sand. You practically roared, as you lunged at him, sending both yourself and Vulture flying off into a piece of broken plane wing. You punched at his masked face repeatedly, screaming curses at him as he whacked you with his wing sending you flying back against the ground.

He took this as another chance and quickly grabbed Peter again in his claws, now lifting him up into the air. You watched in horror as Peter flung himself from his grasp and began plummeting.

“Watson, locate all of the weak points on Vultures suit.” You instructed as you flew towards Peter, scooping him up in your arms in mid-air.

“The turbines are failing, and the whole engine is about to fall apart on his back. If you hit those he will surely go down. Although do be careful. We don’t need anything else of Mr. Stark’s blowing up tonight.”

“Yeah yeah whatever.” You huffed and placed Peter on the ground, as he groaned and sat up. You watched carefully as Vulture walked over to where the opened boxes of mini-arc reactors and felt your blood boil. You flew up and wrapped your hand around the engines, using your thrusters to pull away from the direction he was going.

“Those… aren’t… for… sale!” You groaned, your voice straining as you continued to pull back. “Now Pete!” You yelled, turning your head and watching as Peter stood up and shot a web towards to box.

“No wait! It’s going to explode!” He yelled and you closed your eyes, breathing in heavily.

“Watson, armor engage.” You said as a light blue shield formed around your suit. “Aha! It worked!” You cried, out of pure joy. This was something new you decided to add in, as a small upgrade from your dads tech figuring it’d be helpful.

“Time to go home kids.” Vulture announced, as he cut away Peter’s web and kicked you off him. Flying backwards you huffed, landing against the ground.

Your eyes watched as Vulture began to fly off, a horrified expression displayed on your face as his suit malfunctioned and collapsed against the ground with a loud ‘boom’ and flames swirled in the air for a short moment.

“Oh god…” You whispered, pushing yourself up from the sand and racing along-side Peter towards the flames. “This is such a stupid idea!” You called towards Peter as he looked at you and shrugged.

“I know. But no one dies on my watch.”

“Our watch you idiot!” You yelled, skidding to a halt, as Peter jumped straight through the wall of flames. “For fucks sake…” You muttered, flying overhead and watching as he lifted up metal with ease and dragged Vultures body from underneath.

“Watson, check vitals.” You said, panicky as you landed beside Peter as he placed him down against some crates.

“Watson?”

“Sherlock reference. Get with the times Peter.” You teased, playfully punching his shoulder. He scoffed and shook his head as he webbed him up.

“He is very much alive, however he has a broken nose, second degree burns around his arms and neck, and-”

“Yeah yeah don’t care. Come on Pete, we better get out of here.” You groaned, as you moved your arm to wrap it around his shoulders. Pain shot through your arm, as well as your head. “I think I have a concussion…” You muttered, the suit’s helmet retracting as Peter chuckled and wrapped his arm around your waist.

“Probably. But hey that’s what heroes get.” He said with a shrug as you rested your head on his shoulder.

It was quiet for a few minutes, the silence more comforting than awkward but it was still there, lingering in the back of both your minds.

“I-I’m so sorry (Y/N). I didn’t mean for you to get all… caught up in this, I just…” He let out a large sigh as you both hobbled away from the beach and over to some place to hide for a bit. “I really… uhm, like you and I know you probably don’t feel the same and that’s okay? I think? I mean not for me I’d be crushed- Not! Not that I want you to feel bad or anything but-”

“Peter.”

“I mean it’d be hard if you didn’t like me back? I mean we have the same friends and we go to the same school. Hell I work for your dad I mean he’d probably kick me out of a job… not that it’s even a job I don’t even get paid, I should talk to him about that.”

“Peter!” You yelled, placing a hand over his mouth. His eyes widened and he nodded as you dropped your hand from his mouth and slid it over his cheek. “Kiss me.” You whispered, leaning in towards him. And he did not hesitate. Peter reached his hands up to your face and pressed his lips against yours.

The kiss was a bit sloppy at first, noses bumping, teeth bumping, and the occasional awkward position switch but within seconds you had both figured it out and your lips fit together like puzzle pieces. One of Peter’s hands slipped around your waist and pulled you closer towards him, as your hands slid around his neck and played with the ends of his curls at the back of his neck. You both pulled away, blushing furiously, and catching your breath. With a gentle chuckle he rested his forehead against yours and you let out a peaceful hum.

“God I’ve been wanting to do that since sixth grade…” He whispered, his eyes moving to look into yours. You giggled and a warm smile crossed your lips. “I’m sorry for asking Liz to homecoming by the way…” He muttered and pressed a short kiss to your nose. You rolled your eyes and pulled back from him.

“And just as I was forgetting that ever happened.” You let out a small ‘hmph’ and crossed your arms, as Peter shook his head and rested it between your collarbone and neck.

“Noooo.” He whined and pulled you flush against him. “Look we’ll make a deal. I won’t ever bring it up again if you don’t bring up, me lying to your dad. Sound good?”

“Sounds good.” You affirmed with a short nod of your head as you placed a short and sweet kiss to his lips. “Now come on Spider-Boy we have a very anxious Ned to talk to,” You glanced down at yourself and then Peter and chuckled slightly. “After we clean up a bit.” You said with a small chuckle before leaving the small shack and darting out of the guards line of sight.

“I go off the grid for two hours and you almost died!” Your father's voice echoed off the walls of the new compound as he stared down at you, face red, and knuckles white.

“Well I didn’t die. Besides Pete and I had it all figured out.”

“If you had it figured out you wouldn't have gone after him in the first place and left it to the FBI!”

“We both know the FBI wouldn’t be able to stop him Dad.” You deadpanned, lifting your legs up on the coffee table. “We had it covered. I have a suit now, and-”

“Speaking of the suit, I’m taking it.”

“No you’re not!” You yelled shooting up from the couch and moving closer to him. “I made that, all on my own! Y-You can’t just-”

“I can and I will. You don’t even know what I’m taking it for.” He said walking down the stairs to his lab, motioning for you to follow. A soft groan slipped past your lips as you stood up and hobbled down the stairs.

“I have taken the liberty of fixing it up for you, and adding some choice improvements.” He said, pulling up the holograms on the exo-skeleton of it, and tapping away. “F.R.I.D.A.Y pull up the new functions I added.” He said, sitting down in a chair and kicking his feet up on his desk. You walked over, standing beside him and scanned the screens.

“Of course boss… let’s see, Miss Stark will now have an extra set of power for thrusters. Added police scanners so you can see their radar. A special designed tracker for Spider-Man and Mr. Stark himself. You have a main comm with connection to the team, one for Peter, and one for the police if needed. The jets in the boots will be much larger, but look smaller for better flight techniques so they won’t be clunky, and a chest repulsor transmitter.”

“I also took the liberty of hooking up Watson to your spotify so now he can play whatever music you want.” He said tossing you a necklace with a mini-arc reactor pendant on it. A smile tugging at your lips you pulled him in for a bone crushing hug and he chuckled softly, bringing his arms around your neck.

“So you’re not mad?” You asked, looking up at him with a raised brow.

“Well yes, but I did worse when I was younger. But no missions yet. We need to start you with proper training first. You start tomorrow morning with Nat, Bucky, and Steve.” He said pulling up the schedule.

“Two hours?! Everyday a week?” You groaned and flopped down into his desk chair.

“Yes now go to your room, I need to give you some form of punishment.” You huffed and stood up, knocking the chair back with your legs, before walking up to the small flight of stairs.

“You do realize I still have my technology right?” You asked, turning to face him, your hands on your hips.

“Oh shut it, scram. I’ll see you in the morning. Love you kiddo.”

The next few days had gone by oddly fast. You were thrown into a new routine of school, training, more training, and sleep.

After your kiss with Peter he seemed… off? More awkward around you, but you guessed it was because you two hadn’t really had the chance to talk about what happened. Your father had you working on your own suit constantly. Giving you new additions, and suggestions every time you stepped foot into his lab. Even at the dinner table while you stuffed yourself full of pizza he’d bring up some new problem, or some type of weapon to add for your safety.

He tried putting a safety protocol on your suit, like he had Peter’s but since it was your suit, he could only get so far. The rest of the team was shocked to say the least when you started training. Sure they were supportive but they didn’t want to push you to hard. But when you insisted, they would kick your ass into next week until you got better.

“Dad! Pepper wants to know if you ordered the white lillies for the upcoming press conference.” You muttered, walking up to him as he dismissed one of his staff. A tablet lay in your arms, a check-list of what Pepper needed, and tabs with sketches of a new suit for yourself, and gadgets for the rest of the team.

You had finally been able to move up in your father's company to Peppers assistant, and helped him out in the lab. You were on ‘Inspector Gadget Duty’ as Tony liked to call it, creating loads of different things to help during missions, like Nat’s shock disks, and even faster arrows for Clint.

“Oh also Scott and Hope want to know if they need to bring their suits to the annual dinner.” You said with a small hum, as you waited for his answer. He turned towards you, clad in a black suit with dark grey stripes and his signature sunglasses.

“Yes I did, they’re in there now. And for the hundredth time, uh no they don’t. But look at you kiddo! All fancy, taking after your old man I see.” He said with a playful wink before pulling you into a side hug.

You were wearing a simple white dress that hugged your waist and legs, paired with a dark red blazer.

“More like taking after Pepper.” You teased nudging him slightly. “Anyways uh when Peter gets here for the little… initiation or whatever you want to call it I’ll be heading out with Nat and Steve after to talk with Fury about the new recruits they want to bring in. We’re going to evaluate them and test their skills in hand to hand combat, offensive techniques, and-”

“Woah woah woah slow down there roadrunner, relax. Take a minute to,” He took in a deep breath and let it out. “Breathe.”

“Always so dramatic.” You said with a small laugh before looking back down at the notes.

“Yeah yeah, well we’ve got a Spider to congratulate.”

“He hasn’t even accepted the suit yet.”

“Yeah well.” Tony shrugged and started walking backwards, towards the steps. “We’ll get there soon enough.” You rolled your eyes and walked behind him, down the large steps and chuckled seeing Peter watching as the quinjet flew off.

“Ya don’t see that everyday.” Happy said to Peter, stuffing his hands into his suit pockets.

“You do if you’re me.” You teased and walked up to them beside your father. You gave Happy a short fistbump and grinned up at him before turning to Peter.

“I like the get-up squirt, very professional.” Happy said nudging your arm sightly. “You don’t see that everyday either.”

“Oh ha ha.” You muttered rolling your eyes. “Watson, please deduct Happy’s pay this week.”

“Hey uh uh uh, no no you don’t.” He groaned and you chuckled before giving Peter a warm smile.

“Hey Pete.” You grinned and walked up to him giving him a short hug. He returned the gesture and as you pulled away his cheeks flushed red.

“H-Hey (Y/N). You look really good… I-I mean not that you normally don’t, you always look gorgeous but-” Tony cleared his throat and placed a firm hand on Peter’s shoulder. “Yeah I’ll shut up now…” He whispered, causing you to chuckle.

“Well I’m gonna steal the kids for a minute.” He said giving you a small peck on your forehead before turning to Happy.

“Seriously?” Happy spoke up, raising a brow.

“Yeah I gotta talk to the kids.”

“I’ll be close behind.”

“How about a loose follow? Boundaries are good.” Your dad said with a curt nod before walking ahead, motioning for Peter and yourself to follow. You chuckled and walked alongside Peter, brushing your hand against his as you walked.

“Sorry I took your suit. I mean you had it coming, turns out it was just the kind of tough love you needed right, to urge you on. Wouldn’t you agree?” Your dad said as he poked at Peter’s arm as he walked.

“Y-y- uh, yes?”

“Let’s just say it was.”

“Mr. Stark I-”

“Screwed the pooch hard.” You chuckled as your dad nudged your shoulder. “Both of you. But then you did the right thing, you took the dog to the free clinic, raised the hybrid puppies… alright not my best analogy .” He huffed, and the glass doors slid open. You beamed over at Peter, knowing what was about to happen.

“I was wrong about you. I think with a little more… mentoring you could be a real asset to the team.” He said patting his shoulder and walking around him, you rolled your eyes playfully and linked your arm through Peter’s.

“T-t-t-to to the team?”

“Yeah, anyways there's about 50 reporters behind that door, and when your ready…” Tony said tapping against his watch as the doors slid open and revealed his new suit. “Why don’t you try that on.” He said standing in front of it, “And then I can introduce the world to the newest official member of the Avengers, Spider-Man.”

Your mouth dropped as you let go of Peter’s arm and watched him approach the suit.

“Peter if you don’t say yes then I will.”

“(Y/N), sweetheart you’re already starting training.”

“Yeah but still Dad!” You cheered and jumped up and down slightly, walking up to Peter you smiled over at him as he tried his best to contain the excitement bubbling inside him.

“Well anyways, Happy or my daughter here will show you to your room… where's he between? He’s next to uh, Vision?” Your dad asked raising a brow, you turned towards him and nodded.

“Yeah, Vision isn’t big on doors… or walls. But he’s quiet, and makes a mean chicken parmesan… with Wanda's help.” You said with a small chuckle before turning back towards Peter.

“Thank you, Mr. Stark but I-I’m good.”

“You’re good?”

“Excuse me?!” You yelped, wide eyes looking up at Peter.

“I-I’d rather just stay… the Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man for a while… ya know? Somebodys gotta look after the little guy right?”

“You’re turning me down? You better think about this, look at that. I built that with (Y/N)’s help of course, to fit your needs.Last chance, yes or no.”

“No.” Peter said shaking his head slightly.

“Okay, uh Happy will take you home.”

“Thank you, Mr. Stark.”

“Very well, Mr. Parker.” He said shaking Peter’s hands as the doors slid shut you shook your head, running a hand through your hair.

“I’ll go tell Pepper…” You grumbled, pushing open the door and blinking rapidly, as the photographers started taking photos as you walked in. “Oh piss off.” You hissed and they immediately turned away from you.

Pushing through the small crowd you grabbed her hand and whispered what had happened to her. Her eyes grew wide as she gripped your wrist and dragged you out of the room.

“Where’s the kid? What the hell happened?” She asked, pulling you up beside her. You shrugged at your father as he turned around. “Did you guys screw this up? I told you (Y/N) should have been the one to ask him.” She said glancing towards you with an annoyed smile. You chuckled and nodded, silently in agreement with her.

“He told the kid to go wait in the car.”

“Are you kidding me?” Pepper hissed as she walked up to Tony. “I have a room full of people in there waiting for some big announcement what am I going to tell them?”

“Think of something, how about… uhm, Hap you still got that ring?” Your father asked raising a brow towards Happy. You audibly gasped and brought your hand to your mouth as Pepper looked over at you with a confused expression.

“Do I-I oh are you kidding? I’ve been carrying this thing around,” He muttered, digging into his pockets. “Since 2008.” He cheered, pulling it from his pockets and tossing it to your father.

“OH MY GOD Okay it’s happening, everybody stay calm, stay fucking calm.” You shrieked, bouncing in your shoes.

“Hey hey, don’t quote the office while I’m proposing.”

“Shut up and propose Dad!” You yelled and gripped the tablet in your hand.

“I can think of something better.” Pepper joked and leaned in for a kiss. You raised a brow and shrugged as you followed her back into the press conference.

“Pep, I gotta go! Bye!” You said, giving her and your father both small pecks on the cheek before racing out through the back door and up to the hangar for the jets.

A loud thud pulled you out of your reading, you chuckled and stood up from your bed, placing one of the new books Loki had given you on the bed and stretching.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y please open the curtains.” You said, watching as they slid open to reveal Peter, clad in his spidey suit, standing up from the ground of the balcony. You walked up to the glass doors, pulling them open and giving the boy in front of you a small smirk.

“Awe did the big mean glass squash the little spider?” You teased, faking a pout as you reached for his hand and pulled him into your dimly lit room. Peter scoffed and yanked you back, spinning you around so you were flush against his chest.

“Ha ha very funny.” He said with a roll of his eyes as he tugged off his mask. You carted your fingers through his messy hair and chuckled.

“I know, I’m such a jokester.” You hummed and placed a small peck to his cheek, before pulling free from his grasp. “Speaking of jokesters, my dad’s still peeved you declined his invitation.”

“Okay but I thought it was a test! How was I supposed to know it wasn’t?” Peter groaned and flopped down against your bed as he stared up at the ceiling. You shrugged and sat cross legged beside him.

“I dunno, maybe trust him?”

“I never said I didn’t.”

“You kinda did.”

“Ugh stop putting words into my mouth.” He mumbled, laying his forearm over his face. You rolled your eyes and picked up the book again.

“Men, so dramatic.” You mumbled rolling your eyes as you opened the book back up to the page you were on. “I don’t see why you can’t just talk to him about it. He doesn’t bite.”

“Easy for you to say, you’re his daughter.”

“Yeah but he’d kick my ass in a heartbeat if I ever did something worthy of it. And you politely declining his invitation because of a misunderstanding doesn’t call for that.” You mused, leaning back against your headboard, with a small thud.

“Okay fine then the rest of the team would.”

“Sam and Bucky maybe, but if I stopped them. They won’t.”

“But would you stop them?” He asked, now turning his body to the side, resting his chin hand as he stared up at you. You shrugged and looked up to meet his chocolate brown gaze.

“Depends.”

“On what?!” He cried and jumped up, now facing you completely, and kneeling in front of you. A small smirk curled at your lips as you cupped his cheek and leant forward.

“On if you let me do this.” You hummed and leaned forward, closing the gap between you, your lips meeting and moving in a gentle motion.

Peter reached one hand to go around your waist and the other to cup your cheek gently. Slowly, you slid your arms around his neck and began to play with a curls at the nape of his neck, tugging them softly. Peter let out a small groan, causing him to take control of the kiss and push you back against the covers, as he straddled your waist. You brought your knees up, around his body and let your tongue swipe across his bottom lip. Peter tasted like he always did, a gentle mix of mint, and cinnamon. Along with his strong smelling cologne. It sent you into overdrive as you arched your back, pushing your chest flush against his.

A knock on your door sent you shoving Peter off the bed with a loud thud. Taking deep breaths you brushed your mess of a hair back away from your face and lightly fanned yourself with your hand, to try and counteract the heat rising to your cheeks.

“Coming!” You called through the room, before peeking over the edge. “You good?” You whispered with a sheepish grin. Peter simply covered, what you assumed to be bright red cheeks and gave you a weak thumbs up. You smiled and pushed yourself off your bed before walking up to the door and opening it, squinting at the bright light from the hallway.

“Oh, hey Steve.” You said smiling at him, before Bucky appeared beside him with a slight wave. “Hey Buck… whats up?”

“We’re heading down to the gym and then going to grab some food later. Do you want to join us?” The super soldiers asked with eager smiles. You sighed and ran your fingers through your hair. “Uh, rain check? I’ve got a lot of uh homework to catch up on.” You said with an apologetic smile.

“Sure, tomorrow maybe?” Bucky asked, as you nodded bidding them goodbye before shutting your door. When you heard their footsteps fade down the hallway, you broke out into a fit of laughter and stumbled over to the bed as Peter stood up from the floor.

“Okay please never shove me off the bed again.” He muttered, groaning slightly as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“Sorry Pete, I promise.” You said placing a small kiss to his cheek. “Still on for movie night?” You asked raising a brow towards the TV. He nodded and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“With you? Always.”

So yeah, things weren’t… perfect, and you didn’t really know where your relationship with Peter stood, but you were both happy. And everyone at school seemed to know you were both off limits. I mean everyone already knew anyway that you were both in love with each other, but yet you still had yet to make things official, let alone actually say the words. But you were happy. Really happy and for now that’s all you needed.

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[artificialqueens]

interlude 1.2 (Branjie) - PinkGrapefruit

A/N - I feel like i’ve been working on this for ages but it’s the last of my backlogged fics so you’ll get what you get after this. Thanks to the branjie discord for brainstorming with me and to Qtip and Meggie for reading it through to make sure i hadn’t messed it up

This is a 5 time fic prompted by an anon on AQ and i hope you enjoy!

‘five times they follow the rules and one time they break them’

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1.

[no teams. it just doesn’t end well.]

They’ve strewn themselves over a couch (and each other) somewhere in between episodes three and four. It’s a weekend and to be honest they’re both a little giddy coming off the high of the TV challenge - each feeling that maybe Vanessa should have won but also knowing that there’s still a tomorrow.

They might also be high on their new relationship (or whatever they’re choosing to call it). It’s cute and sweet and a nice distraction from everything going on in the competition just to slow down and cuddle for a bit. Vanjie’s just repositioning his head when Brooke speaks and it sends low vibrations through him. “Nessa,” he starts, quiet and slightly apprehensive. Vanessa props himself up on his elbow and turns a little. “Nessa, do you think we could have some rules?”

The other man hums and tilts his head, examining the thought before carefully replying, “Like what, boo?”  

This is Brookes calling. “Maybe easy things, like not too much on camera and nothing too explicit?”

Vanessa hums again in agreement. He scratches his stubble lightly. “So like, no teams and shit?” He muses. “We weren’t bad yesterday, but I get ya.” They kiss and it isn’t discussed again.

In fact, they forget it was ever a conversation until Brooke wins the reading challenge in episode nine. He’s assigning pairs and for a second Vanessa hopes it’s him, wants it to be him so deeply that his face falls when he chooses Nina instead. And then he remembers the rule, his rule and knows that this was the way they planned it.

He can’t stay mad at Brooke for long anyway.

2.

[gigs are professional. and also too dangerous.]

They’re lucky they share management. They say it all the time because it’s the only way they’ve arranged to not end up booked at the same time. Where possible, Jason and Steve schedule the two in different states, time zones apart and yes, it hurts everytime Brooke waves his man onto a plane but the feeling of welcoming Vanessa back home (back to him) - it’s worth it. Going to bed knowing that when he wakes up, his man will have snuck into his bed and curled around him like a koala, their own personal Noah’s Ark at their feet - that’s happiness.

From episode three, they got calls from everywhere, begging them to co-host gigs or do shows together but it was never going to happen. They’re both volatile with tequila and god knows gay bars have enough of it.

Vanjie does shows everywhere and it takes very little to get him to say things he shouldn’t - to spill little nibbles that could turn into a whole lot if you look at them the right way, connect the dots in the right order. Brooke would like to say he’s different, likes the idea that he’s the sane one - ice queen, impermeable. This is incorrect. He drinks tequila fast and hard, lets it burn on the way down only hoping it won’t burn later in a bathroom that isn’t her own. She’s eight deep at Roscoes when it really starts going. Everything Vanessa has said has been, while true, very Vanessa - it’s made just enough sense to get fan blogs whirring while no one can understand what he’s on about. Brooke, on the other hand, reads like a morning paper. Easy and well-spoken and even when he’s making jokes like ‘I’ve been inside of her.’

It wasn’t a joke and people have the common sense to know that only because it’s Brooke that says it.

After that, Brooke decides to get sober. He reckons it’s safer and he can’t keep being this messy with a crown on the line. The next time he’s at Roscoe’s, he’s not drinking and still makes jokes about all the things he probably shouldn’t but they feel sincere. He realises why they can’t do viewing parties together one week when they’re finally allowed to be together while they watch. Vanessa is curled up in his lap, swathed in blankets and cradling a hot chocolate like it’s the thing tethering him to reality. they don’t really move throughout the episode, spend ad breaks nibbling on necks and whispering things they could easily say aloud in the comfort of their own homes but they feel safer to say in private. They couldn’t do this in a bar - maybe the rule is a blessing in disguise.

3.

[competitors first. boyfriends second]

It’s Brooke’s rule, of course it is. He’s the one who keeps watching Vanessa beat himself into the ground - taking every hit like it is breaking him. He can’t help but worry that if it comes down to it  - to the two of them - he might give up. He is worn down, Brooke can see the fear through his skin, hear torments when he lays his head on his chest. He is so tired. It would be so easy.

So he makes it a rule, when they are sinking into a couch in the workroom, the cameras rebooting for the god-knows-how-many-th time - he makes sure he knows that he has to fight. It wouldn’t be fair if he didn’t, he would feel like he wasn’t supposed to be there. And if he’s being a little more honest than usual, he kind of want to see what it would feel like. He wants to feel that adrenaline pumping through his veins, a chaser to the overwhelming fear of knowing that he could send him home.

Vanjie sits quietly as he talks, never arguing with what he says and when he is done, simply nods. He knows that Brooke is right - cannot argue with the overwhelming evidence that maybe he has a little less fire in him than he did at the beginning.

He follows the rule to the bitter end, fights like he doesn’t know that he will beat him if it comes down to it. When it does go there, he pushes forward until he hears the bitter echo of ‘sashay away’ and knows that he did everything he could. The rule may have been competition before boyfriends but he doesn’t hold this against him. He can’t - it wouldn’t be fair.

It’s not fair, Brooke decides as he watches Vanessa walk away. It’s not fucking fair.

4.

[keep it for the camera.]

They don’t choose this one but that doesn’t mean they don’t follow it. A production assistant corners Brooke in his room the night after the Rusical. She - in more words - tells him that he needs to keep what he and Vanessa have for the cameras, don’t be too sweet when they can’t film, don’t hang out outside of cast times. He bites back a thousand remarks, swallowing down half-made jokes about zoo animals and fucking on camera. None of them are appropriate for the situation and he is sure they would all get him some sort of punishment. The PA looks almost sad, a little solemn and worse for wear. He understands she is just doing her job, can’t be mad at her but at the system for being so damn hard. He just wants Vanessa - why the fuck is it so difficult?

Brooke wishes he was there when they told him, can picture the crinkle of his eyes, the fire in his belly that they will have heard before they saw. He’s not comparing Vanjie to a dragon - no ma’am, but had he seen smoke down the corridor, he wouldn’t have been surprised.

Just because they follow the rule, doesn’t mean they don’t push it, too. They count their small victories like kids count pennies: the more they have, the closer they are to a bigger prize.

So what if they talk more than they kiss in the vans? The journeys are long enough for a little bit of both, and their castmates are glad to hear a little less smacking on the daily commute. They bond in a way that isn’t just skin on skin, warmth gliding between them like bonfire toffee and daisies - it brings them closer together as they intertwine fingers and rest heads on top each other. Their hushed voices don’t carry far (or at least that’s the excuse they make for being so damn close together when ‘you’ve got four whole seats bitch.’ They talk between orange slices and hot coffee, over breakfast, lunch, and dinner when the cameras can’t roll and the PAs are off eating their own meals. They find ways to thread inside jokes through their sentences (something the editors hate later on because ‘it’s fucking hard to edit when you have no idea what they’re on about’). Maybe they do it as a quiet rebellion, if the moments are uneditable, they won’t have so much airtime - they can be their own people before they are clumped as one - if they do, no one confirms it.

5.

[emojis only]

It’s a month after filming finishes and they decide that words are too obvious. They can be bent, misconstrued and they know they’ve been given explicit instructions not to give anything away but god, sometimes they want to show a little online affection. He’s sick of hiding it already, dreading when the show comes around because the NDA already says to let things play out onscreen first and he’s way too all over his man.

They pick out some emojis, safe ones that do not allude to anything in particular but also do. The orange heart is Vanessa’s personal favourite, reminiscent of episode four of Untucked. It was his favourite, not only because god, Brooke looked good in that outfit but because even though he was scared, it reaffirmed that he had everything he needed to be fantastic. He comments the heart and hopes it conveys everything he needs Brooke to hear, everything he can’t type because ‘god babe if you thirst on all of my posts this is going to become way too obvious,’ and ‘remember the NDA’. Those words will be the death of him and he knows it.

The knife and the coffin are probably sexual, Brooke decides as he types them on a picture of Vanjie -  he needs way too many words to describe it with eloquence and only two to describe with accuracy. The words are ‘fuck me’ and whilst it he can’t say it, he’s grateful that he can impart that sentiment on the confusing comment section of Instagram. He likes the detective too; it feels like an ‘I see you’ even when their mouths are gagged and their hands are tied and they’ve got a million other things to think about.

The emojis are all fun and games, neither here nor there and nobody really minds. And that’s okay.

*

1.

[don’t fall in love. showmances don’t last]

Looking back, they’re unsure when they broke this rule. They made it as a joke, a little drunk on prison sangria and competition stress. It’s a joke, they told themselves whenever their hearts fluttered a little too hard. It’s just a joke, Brooke tells himself when he watches Vanjie lipsync for the second time. It’s a joke Vanessa reminds himself when he jokes about putting a ring on it, two days before they can all go home. Maybe they convince themselves it’s true. They stay under the radar and try to pretend that the roses growing in their veins isn’t love, it’s lust, longing, a symptom of a bigger problem. Brooke goes back to Nashville, and Vanessa goes back to LA and it’s fine. ‘Cause it ain’t love.

It takes two days. He sits at home for two days feeling hollow, empty. He lays alone in bed at night but this time he feels it, deep in his bones like a heaviness. They feel under pressure like they will shatter and he wants to scream because this-this is why you don’t fall in love. He’s felt it before and he’ll feel it again as it burns its way through his insides, a trail of fire left in the mussed bed sheets he’d barely laid in. His head thuds back onto the pillow, and he lets the deeply unfamiliar scent of his detergent consume him. It feels like home and like foreign ground, simultaneously and all at once.

He caves, calls him with the number Brooke had said to call as soon as he got home. He hopes he won’t be mad.

*

It takes two days. Brooke flies to Nashville and greets his apartment like an old friend. It was never very decorated - he’d always insisted he wouldn’t have to stay for too long - but compared to a hotel room, it is bustling with life. He spends the first day drowning his sorrows with cheap liquor and his cats, lets Celine Dion fix whatever Drag Race broke. He’s not sure how he can still listen to her but somehow she reminds him of Vanessa and he can’t be mad at that. After two days he wakes up sober and lonely and his head is pounding like a heartbeat so very far away. It’s a joke and he feels like a clown because how did he fall in love like that - with him?

Vanessa calls him and it’s 3 a.m. and he’s never pressed accept so fucking quickly in his life.

*

“Um, hey baby, it’s Vanessa - no wait it’s Jose.”

“Hey.”

I miss you.

I love you.

Move to Nashville.

“How are you?”

I love you.

Move to Los Angeles.

This is bullshit.

“I’ve missed hearing your voice.”

“I know, bitch.”

*

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[titsoutforkapanen]

Giving in. Ch 1

Thank you so so much to @moozoons and @segsnbacoon for all the help with ideas. I am so excited to write this story!!

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I waited while the facetime call was ringing. Once he answered I could already tell he wasn’t at his house.

“I’m at Tyler’s, Hazy. Can I call you back?”

“Uh no. It’s important”

“Well continue”

I was about to tell Jamie the news when I saw the face of Tyler walk up behind him.

“Damn Jamie, who’s this?” Tyler said sending me a wink. I laughed as Jamie snapped his head around to face Tyler.

“My baby sister who is NINETEEN”

“But her name doesn’t start with a J” Tyler said rolling his eyes.

“That because she was adopted you idiot. Anyways. Hazy what did you need to tell me?”

“Well I wanted to tell you that.. I WAS ACCEPTED TO UT SOUTHWESTERN!” I yelled excitedly. Jamie was soon smiling with big toothy grin.

“I’m so proud of you! and now you can live with me which means no boys” I rolled my eyes at his comment.

“Whatever, Jame. I’ll be there in 2 weeks. See you soon”

“See you soon, H”

“Yeah! See you soon Hazy!” Tyler yelled from across the room.

ONE MONTH LATER

I was sitting on the couch with Jamie playing video games when Tyler walked into the house.

“Hey Jame, little Jame” Tyler said sitting beside me, closer than necessary. Ever since I moved here Tyler had been hitting all the time, despite me shutting him down everytime.

“I told you not to call me that, Tyler” I said rolling my eyes trying to pass Jamie on Mario Kart. “Fucking A Jamie why did you throw that shell at me?” I grumbled. I felt a hand slowly run down my arm and underneath my blanket. I whipped my head to my right looking directly at Tyler. He sent me a wink as he rubbed my thigh. My whole body tensed but before I could do anything I felt my controller shake and Jamie cheered.

“See Hazy, I told you I would win” Jamie said laughing as he got up and walked into the kitchen.

“What ever” I mumbled. “Jamie I need you to take me to a car dealership so I can my own car mom and dad told you you had too” I said standing up throwing my blanket on Tyler.

“Actually, they just told me you needed a car not that I needed to bring you”

“I want to go places without needing to ask you, you won’t let me drive your car and never want to drive me” I said standing across the bar from him. “I also want to go skate at the rink but you won’t take me to get skates”

“I have your hockey skates here” he said leaning on the counter.

“I’m a figure skater you idiot”

“I am housing you, you have to respect me”

“You are my older brother, I don’t have to do shit” I said walking towards my bedroom. I was almost all the way up the stairs when Tyler spoke up.

“I’ll bring her to the car dealership and to get skates then I’ll show her where she can check in at the rink” He said looking between me and Jamie.

“I’m down but I have to change” I said walking towards my room to get ready.

Tyler was already in his jeep when I walked downstairs. “Here, take my card. I know you have the money for the car but just use my card for any accessories you need for the car and your skates”

“You don’t have to Jame” I said with a smile.

“Just take it, now go Tyler’s waiting” I sent Jamie a smile and walked outside. When I got into the passenger seat of the Jeep Tyler sent me a wink and a smirk.

“Ready for the day of your life, babygirl?”

“That’s almost as bad as ‘baby Jame’”

We had been walking around the dealership for an hour and a half and we still didn’t have an idea for what car I wanted.

“I told you I liked that Jeep”

“I don’t want you to copy me”

“Oh my god Tyler shut up. I’m getting the Jeep” I said signalling for the dealer.

I signed all the paper and was now the owner of a 2016 Jeep Wrangler. Tyler and I walked out onto the lot and towards my new Jeep. “Are you going to show me the way to the shop so I can get skates?”

“Yeah, just drive over to where I’m parked and follow me” I got in my jeep and smiled to myself knowing that this was mine and that I didn’t need to ask Jamie to drive me places anymore.

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We had finally finished shopping and were on our way to the arena. I had somehow convinced Tyler to ride with me. The drive to the arena was going to be about 20 minutes. We were listening to the music when I felt a hand on my thigh. I tore my eyes from the road to send Tyler a warning look. “What are you doing, Tyler?”

“Trying to show you that I like you”

“What are we? 12?” I laughed pushing his hand away. I couldn’t deny that Tyler was attractive. I had always thought so but I never said anything since I knew Jamie would either beat me or Tyler, or both.

“Come on, you can’t tell me you’ve never thought about us”

“I’m 19”

“Almost 20 actually”

“Jamie would beat us”

“He would not”

“Stop, Tyler. Nothing is going to happen. It never will”

“Okay, okay fine” he mumbled as he turned the music back up.

Tyler and I had been skating for about an hour and my feet were starting to hurt from the new skates. We walked back to the locker room so I could take my skates off. “I’m tireddddd will you untie my skates for me?” I begged holding my feet out.

“Yeah fine, hold on” he laughed as he took his shirt off and used it to wipe the sweat off his forehead. I opened instagram and started recording.

“Wow y’all look at this…. A shirtless Tyler Seguin” I laughed as he connected his phone to the bluetooth speaker across the locker room. He started dancing to the song that was playing as he walked towards me. “You’re a horrible dancer” I joked zooming the video into his face. He kneeled down in front of me and started to untie my skates. When he was done he went and sat down in his stall and started to undo his own skates. I was reading something on twitter when I heard Tyler cough. I looked up and saw he was already looking at me.

“Wanna come sit on my lap and talk about the first thing that pops up?” I laughed at his attempt at a pick up line. I knew Jamie would hate me for this but I wouldn’t let him find out.

“What about doing something more than talking?” I asked walking towards him. I straddled his lap and put my hands on his chest. Tyler just stared at me with a surprised look. “It seems like you’re all talk, babe” I whispered running my hands over his abs. It wasn’t long till I felt his lips on mine. His hands ran down my back till they decided to rest on my ass.

He lightly bit my bottom lip causing me to gasp so he could slip his tongue into my mouth. Our tongues were fighting for dominance and I was losing. I moaned as he rubbed his hands along my ass and hips. Tyler’s hands left my ass and ran along the hem of my shirt. He pulled my top off and started kissing down my neck definitely leaving marks in his path. My hands hovered above the top of his pants starting to unbutton them.

“Oh shit, dude I’m sorry” Tyler and I immediately pulled apart at the sound of the voice. “I mean come on though dude I thought we told you to stop bringing people down to to fuck” the voice laughed. The voice sounded familiar but I couldn’t put a face to it. I was scared to turn around so I hid my face in Tyler’s neck. “So who is the lucky girl?” the guy questioned. I knew I wasn’t getting out of it so I just hoped it wasn’t someone who knew me. I got off of Tyler and quickly threw my shirt on and sat beside him. When I looked up to see who it was that was talking I almost stopped breathing. It was Jason Spezza.

“Oh my god” I whispered sending Tyler a worried look he returned the look when Spezza turned around.

“Holy shit, Hazy? What are you two doing? Does Jamie know? What is he going to say?” I felt my heart rate quicken when Tyler spoke up.

“We were just messing around, nothing serious. We were just leaving” he said grabbing my skates in one hand and taking my hand in his other.

“What if he tells Jamie, Tyler?” I asked feeling my anxiety building.

“He won’t it’s bro code”

“I don’t think bro code counts when your captains little sister is involved” I said as a tear rolled down my cheek.

“He won’t say anything and if he does it was just a one time thing. We’ll be okay” Tyler said reassuring me as he wiped the tear away with his thumb. I wasn’t sure what was going to happen now. But all I could do was hope for the best.

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[jasonfvkingtodd]

Wolf  [Part 1]

Warnings: Slight mention of mental illnesses

I awoke with a throbbing headache from the earlier 'session'. Ive been stuck in this cell, tortured for weeks or even months on end in 'The Lab'. My own blood was on the floor and walls of the cells, it stank like the pits of hell. Why were they doing this? Both my tank top and tactical pants were caked with blood. When was the last time I actually cleaned up? Fuck.

A group of men burst into the cell and dragged me across a long corridor, illuminated with bright white lights. A bald man with a goatee wearing a white lab coat greeted me. As from what I’ve have gathered from the conversations my captors had, his name was Sadiq.

"Jasmine, nice to see that you've... recovered. Lets begin with our next session." Sadiq smirked.

I then glanced down to find that the stab wound from the previous time you were in The Lab healed fully.

The men tied me down to a examining table, awaiting for Sadiq's instruction. Not having enough energy to resist them, I laid there, exhausted and hopeless, awaiting the pain that’s about to come. Then, out of nowhere, men were shouting outside the Lab, followed by guns firing. Sadiq looked worried, terrified even and ran out of the room. Not so tough now huh.

Minutes later, the entire facility sat in a deafening silence. I started to realize why Sadiq was scared shitless. Something took out the entire facility within minutes. Strapped to the table, i was left defenseless. Unable to turn my head, I heard the door opening behind, followed by a dark shadow with... pointy ears? Was this a joke? A face loomed over, it was covered by a cowl. The man’s face was impossible to read. He then sunk a syringe into your neck as you slowly faded into oblivion.

Whispers were heard as you laid on what felt like a metal surface. “You can’t just bring someone like this into the cave Master Bruce. Especially not a criminal!”, a British sounding voice exclaimed. “She’s in need of immediate medical attention that even the best hospital in Gotham can’t provide,” a deeper, American sounding voice replied.  How was I a criminal?

They’re going to torture me again. Another one of Sadiq’s mind games. The man in the mask moved towards me, his face inches away.

“Why are you in Gotham,” he growled.

“ I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I blatantly said.

“Let me ask you once more. Why. Are. You. In. Gotham.” The man in the mask repeated.

I remained silent. No point answering him anymore. He remained silent for a while, thinking.

“Do you remember fighting me?” He asked.

“No.” I answered.

“Do you remember fighting me for that thumbdrive?”

“Uhm no.” I hesitated. What on earth?

“She doesn’t remember a single thing from 6 months ago.” The man in the mask said to the older guy in a suit standing beside him, both seemed… vexed. Maybe I was really rescued.

The man then turnt to the machine and administered another substance into the IV drip. Before I could panic, I immediately felt the effect of the knockout drug, as waves of fatigue crashed over me, before I drifted back into nothingness.

I woke up to warm rays of sunlight on my face. Sunlight. Huh. It’s been forever since I’ve seen the sun. Last time I saw it… well, Sadiq almost executed me. Just one of his mind games.

“Good morning Miss.” The British guy walked in the room just as I was about stand up. I tensed up, my body on alert. I’m much stronger now, I can fight back. “You’re safe here. Don’t worry Miss…?”

“Jasmine. You can just call me Jasmine.” I managed to stutter out. That’s what I presume, my name I mean. Sadiq always calls me that. I never knew my name, I can’t even remember who were my parents.

“At your service Miss Jasmine. Oh, where are my manners. Alfred Pennyworth, at your service. If you need anything, ring the bell.” He gestured to your nightstand where a dainty-looking hand bell stood.

“Yes… Sure, thank you. May I ask where am I?” I probed. This sounded too good to be true.

“You’re staying in Wayne Manor, Bruce Wayne’s ‘house’” He replied.

Who? Who the tell was that? I gave a puzzled look to him. I heard him mutter under his breath, “Oh dear Lord, this is even worse than what Master Bruce has made it to be.”

He cleared his throat, “Would you like a tour around the manor Miss Jasmine?”

With that, I was cooped up in this manor for 2 months, recuperating. Not that I’m complaining, it’s been the best days of my life. On the plus side, I was getting stronger everyday, getting smarter everyday. I eventually found out who Bruce Wayne was, billioniare ‘playboy’, secretly Batman. Funny how I knew Batman first before Bruce Wayne. But like all the Robins before me, I found hope again.

The first time I met Bruce  (a few days after I woke up in the manor),  I hugged him. I know, totally not the most awkward thing to ever do when you first meet the Batman.  Still, no regrets. “Thank you. For saving me.” I choked out. He smiled (HE ACTUALLY SMILED). And that was our first non-hostile exchange of information. He’s the sweetest person, although he doesn’t actually show it. He became a father figure to me after the 2 months.

As weeks passed, he started teaching me martial arts as I recovered. ‘To neutralize threats’ he would tell me, ‘is to take each and everyone of them down in the fastest way possible’ as he fucking flips me across the room.

Don’t get me wrong. I’m never becoming a Robin, Damien would murder me. Besides, I’m pretty sure I’m not cut out for this shit. I’ve had countless sleepless nights, even with the knowledge I’m safe, I can never sleep properly without medication. It’s a problem, I know. Thus, I would conclude, everytime I had an internal argument on taking up Robin’s mantel, I would never get that lovely 8h of sleep if I were to become Robin.

Meanwhile, as I’m fantasizing about my plans to take Sadiq down with the new learnt moves Bruce has taught me, I walked around the house. Then one day, I saw a figure looming over a picture in the library. Fuck is that a ghost? I’ve always heard stories from Dick that the manor had tons of wandering spirits.

As I inspected closer, it was a man. Around 6’2, in a grey tactical suit with a red bat symbol. As he sensed someone’s prescence, his head suddenly turnt to my direction, staring right back at me.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” I asked, getting ready to fight if there was a need.

He laughed, “What the fuck are you doing here? Alfred let me in don’t worry. “ He paused awhile and continued, “OH you’re the girl, Alfred’s talking about! You’re a clone or something right? Hi, I’m Jason Todd, former robin, now red hood.” He remarked.

“What th- First of all fuck you, I lost my memory I’m not a fucking clone. Second, name’s Jasmine, you shitfuck.” Shit was that too rude? FUCK.

Jason chuckled,”Woah, feisty. Nice to meet you Jasmine. Are you planning to fight Damien to overthrow him as Robin? Or are you going to take the Spoiler route?”

“Huh, definitely fighting Damien.” I joked.

Jason and I… We hit it off. It’s kinda like the dynamic I have with Dick, only much much more inappropriate. I talked all the way into the night as he drove you to what he termed “the most beautiful view in Gotham”.

“Woah.” I marveled at the city lights of Gotham city as both of us reached the rooftop of a rickety old brick building. “I gotta admit Jason, I had my doubts.”

“Never judge a book by its cover clonegirl.” He remarked.

“Fuck you.” I rolled my eyes.

Both our feet hung off the rooftop, sitting next to Jason’s childhood gargoyle, letting the stillness of the night fill the atmosphere. The view was amazing. 

However, as I looked down, cop cars raced off along the road. I was reminded of the crimes that people were committing during Gotham nights. Then one thought led to the other, I was in Sadiq’s Lab again, filled with fear. Agony. Pain. Fuck this wasn’t the first time I’m having these flashbacks, but every. Damn. Time. It feels the same.

“Jason, do you ever have flashbacks?” I broke the silence.

“Of wha- Oh. Yea. I have them. Not the best thing when it happens. Although it did make me zone out when I was tortured down in Qurac.Why?” He remarked.

“Huh, nice. I just don’t know what to do. You can’t stop the images from forming you know? It’s not… I can’t.” My brain was not working.

“Fuck, what happened Jasmine?”

“I was tortured too. By a man named Sadiq. For months, the pain I was put through was unbearable. But he just won’t let me die. Whenever I wake up, my wounds, even a punctured lung, stab wounds… They’ve all been healed.” I rambled, before I knew,  tears started streaming down my cheeks. “ Oh fuck. Sorry. You really don’t have to know that.”

“Hey hey, its going to be ok. You can cope with it. You’re here now right? Let’s start with that” Jason said, as he hugged be. Oh god. The warmth that radiates off him. I want this hug to last forever.

I sniffed, “I guess you’re right.”

I asked him all questions on coping with all these and he has been the best support. Don’t get me wrong here, Alfred and Bruce has helped me so much through these weeks of rehab but the emotional trauma… I don’t want to cast that burden on them, or anyone.

Jason and I, I realized, shares a lot of common things. We went through surprisingly similar experiences, similar tastes, humor…

“And that was how I knew I’ve done fucked up this time.” Jason concluded on his story on bringing a muddy raccoon back into the manor when he was 15. We were sitting shoulder to shoulder, sitting closer and closer together as our conversation and the night went on.

As we watched the sunrise, I rested my head on his shoulders. I felt him tense up. Ohhh shit, bad move Jasmine. He relaxed again as he let out a breath, resting his head on mine. Relief washed over me.

“We talked an entire day.” Jason cleared his throat as he got up from the ledge, “We should get some rest.” I guess he must’ve seen the disappointed look on my face. He then added,” You free tomorrow? Let’s go on a day trip to NYC.”

“Yea sure.” I chuckled. Is he leading me on? I don’t know.

As we arrived at the porch of the manor, we said our farewells.

“See you tomorrow, pick you up at 0800. Rest well doll.” He said, with the most mischievious looking smile ever.

“See you soon Jay.”

Thank you for 100 followers and for surviving this long ass read at my first shot at a fanfiction! I opted to go for 1st person instead of reader x Jason fic as I found it more challenging to write from that POV.This story also starts off on the first few issues of RHATO Rebirth. If i can, I’ll be following this series close to the current comics! :) Also, much much more fluff & action is planned out for this series! (I’ll keep on writing no matter) Already planned out a tie-in for #25 so hope yall would like it! Hope this concepts works out with logic haha. Any suggestions/tips for writing, pls comment! Much appreciated :) AND ALSO WHAT A TIME TO POST THIS YALL IMMA KICK START JASON TODD BIRTHDAY WEEK HERE WITH THIS STAY TUNED xoxo

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[rnaryjune]

alright let’s get a little more in-depth here and sort out who to root for. working backwards this time.

Raven: likes frankie grande. PASS. like the idea that she’s not afraid to make big moves, but lbh that doesn’t mean squat unless and until she actually goes through with it. the all female ghost hunting team thing is cool though it better come up in the show i demand to know about this.

Ramses: superfan, loves dan (which...okay i never actually saw dan’s season i really only know him from the coaches twist and even then i didn’t really pay attention to him? but anyway i know from the fandom that this is a good sign), he wants to do that SUPER SMART DANIELLE THING of having a person on the other side of the house and keeping track of it that way. that being said, his strategy is a little...TOO thought-out. with a game like big brother you have to be ready to make adjustments and think on your feet, and i’m not sure he’ll be able to do that if necessary. HEY HE IS the obligatory gay man...and a gay man of color at that. which....okay let’s be honest, big brother does not have the best track record when it comes to games of gmoc (Marcellas, Lawon, JOZEA, among others). buuuuuuuut....i’m willing to stick my neck out once more. KEEP.

Megan: eugh she likes frank victor and paul which like...okay tbf i kinda understand from a game perspective because they did pull some interesting moves (and ngl paul’s gameplay was always a bit like how i imagine i would play). but i think she likes them as ppl too which...no. also she says she doesn’t wanna be like vanessa???? THE SIRENS GOING OFF AT THAT STATEMENT. she ain’t gonna last. PASS. oh my god and then later in her bio “ At the same time, there is always that whiny, crying girl that just can't handle the pressures of the house. I would make her my friend and my secret ally. This is the only person in the house I will be loyal to. I'll take her to Final 2 and, since she didn't do anything the whole time, I'll win.” like girl....that’s gonna be you lmao. also she wants to buddy up with a gym-partner guy? can we say obvious showmancer? look if she can back it up with some comp wins then maybe she could pull a rachel but i just don’t see that happening. she literally says she’s gonna play scared which like...yea you’re never for sure safe in the bb house but she is literally gonna go down the vanessa path.

Matthew: HE LIKES DONNY. HE IS IN MY GOOD GRACES. he wants to align with the women too??? tentative KEEP because the fact that he says donny is a good person makes me want to trust that he, too, is a good person. but i’ve been burned before, and besides, as great as it would be to see a mainly female alliance with one guy, so far the girls aren’t impressing me much, so i don’t have high hopes for that.

Mark: you know it makes sense he likes brendon. so yea, definite showmance material. possibly with megan too actually. honestly not impressed. PASS.

Kevin: he doesn’t even have a favorite player he just “met derrick once” lol man u are DEFINITELY not gonna win. unless he can adapt quickly which...is unlikely. “I was Mr. Massachusetts and also won a hunk contest” okay buddy. also he’s all like “being myself will probably work everytime” dude if u don’t win that first hoh u are easy target number one. PASS. probably nice but will not win. no chance in hell. unless something MAJOR happens.

Josh: like evel dick so....look, i’ll be honest, i was very young when season 8 was on so like...idr all the stuff that dick pulled, i mostly know from posts in the fandom. but at the time, i was a huge fan of him, and was thrilled he won. and i mean, he did at least have some gameplay, unlike other despicable ppl in later seasons (*cough* andy). so i mean from a gameplay standpoint, i can see why someone would want to emulate dick’s game. however, i think it would require stealthier manipulation than josh thinks. and the fact that he didn’t need to be on anybody’s good side? nice thought and all, but if he didn’t have danielle and her alliances, he would have never made it as far as he did. you HAVE to have someone in your corner, even just one person. josh underestimates the power of alliance and is probably gonna end up being like a paulie. eugh. PASS. sidenote: dude wants to bring his mom in the house not because he would miss her but so she would cook and clean for him???? LOL FUCK THIS GUY i hate him already. his fun facts aren’t even fun facts they’re just personality traits lmao

Jillian: worried about saying the wrong thing? could be a bad sign or just innocent. i am intrigued by her answers though, so a tentative KEEP.

Jessica: janelle/natalie hybrid? could be interesting and if she says she sees herself in janelle that’s VERY promising. less promising is that she wants to align with a guy. could very easily get sidetracked by showmance. hopeful though, so tentative KEEP.

Jason: oh god almost forgot anbout hfajlfhghfskh RODEO CLWON JfHASFJFlshAL. ahem. he likes James which...tbh i liked him too. look if he’s good enough for natalie then he’s decent enough for me. anyway, i fricking love jason’s answer about his strategy: “yes” that’s it that’s all he says I LOVE IT. also he has a bull??? WE BETTER SEE IT IN THE SHOW. i don’t expect him to win but he seems an interesting person so....KEEP. for now.

Elena: likes james and thinks the strategy is situational aKA THE TRUTH. seems like she might actually be able to play the game???? which seems unheard of nowadays. can’t get a real idea of her character but for gameplay i’ll go with a KEEP for now.

Dominique: “nor do i shy away from controversy” is again something that could go either way and instantly makes me cautious. but let’s look at gameplay. she says she’ll take mental notes of everyone and be observant, and she can read ppl really well, so i want to think she’ll do well. but her indecision over a fave past houseguest is something that makes me take pause as well. screw it, KEEP for now. i’m curious to see what she can do.

Cody: seems smart and obviously physically capable....BUT something in his answers rubs me the wrong way. his reasoning for picking evel dick is something i can agree with, but his strategy is, once again, too airtight. where is the wiggle room? look it’s true the basic building blocks of big brother are generally the same every season but you never know what could get changed. also he’s all like “i’ve never taken a selfie” you’ve never taken a picture of yourself? ever? that seems unlikely but it’s whatever aside from assumed pretentiousness. HOWEVER the real big flag is “i have never been offended not once” buddy that is a DAMNED lie and i caNNOT WAIT until he gets pissy about something in the house and the fandom calls him out on it lmao oh anyway PASS.

Christmas: oh  my god she chose HELEN. HELEN OF ALL PEOPLE. THIS IS A GOOD SIGN. idk man i’m very hopeful about this one the fave houseguest is a good sign and i want to like christmas for it....also because her picture is gorgeous but like. she chose HELEN. like im sorry but i feel like most ppl wouldn’t even think of helen. maybe christmas can align with that guy who likes donny??? YES I LIKE THIS. anyway KEEP.

Cameron: well of COURSE his fave is ian like how damn predictable can u be. also he just reminded me of ginamarie and the fact that she won an hoh at some point (how???). that being said, the fact that he’d just tell people that someone is going after them?? bad plan. unless there’s ANY truth to it, but if he pulls it out of his ass he’s going to end up imploding his own game. PASS, not just for meh gameplay but also because he bores me. (seriously i’m so tired of ian clones none of them have been anywhere near as good or interesting why are we still doing this)

Alex: “i can manipulate anyone, including boys” aka she will probably start a showmance. idk with who and tbh idc. her fun facts are actual, legitimate fun facts, and she seems nice, but i don’t get good gameplay vibes. PASS, but i hope she surprises me.

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Merry Christmas, everyone!  Especially for the poor folks that have to work during the holidays.

Dude, I'm gonna cry at the first fucking sign I see tonight being a get well soon Dean one.  I mean, I love it, but also I'm in serious emotional pain here.

On a totally separate note, Corey and Booker are looking Hella.

On an even separater note, what is with the bees sign.

Goddammit John Cena stop doing sweet things like this I want to be annoyed at how you're never going to be a fucking heel even though you should be.

...them doing Christmas in Chicago worries me.  Hopefully the crowd will be nice tonight?

WHOO, ELIAS, WHOO!!! -also happy rusev day to the dude holding that sign, a happy rusev day to us all- I love when he does his drifter thing.  I mean, I like him being in the center of the ring too, but I really like it when he walks and plays at the same time.

Elias: WWE stands for Walk With Elias Everyone else: Oh shit, he's right!

Welp.  7 minutes in.  Couldn't go for fucking 7 minutes with a CM Punk Chant.  ANd poor Elias is wrong.  Even when he's not here, Punk's gonna end up interrupting.

I really love Elias.  I can't believe how much I love Elias and Cena interacting.  Holy shit.  Holy shit.  I can't wait til that gets gifed.  Elias is a Gift. Chicago wasn't even booing about how shitty Chicago is.  Chicago knows.  Cena, nobody was booing, what are you doing- I mean, I know what you're doing, but still.  Cena, It's Chicago, they ARE jerks.

Are we gonna get a Christmas Carol with Elias?  Because I would hella watch an Episode of Raw where Elias is Scrooge and has to deal with various Ghosts of Christmas to teach him the true meaning of Christmas.

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA OH MY GOD, ELIAS IS THE BEST, WHAT A MAN No, Elias you dumbfuck, don't keep going after Cena, he's down, leave the fucking ring before gets up and kills yo- oh no, not a match, Elias you were doing so good now you're going to loooooooooooose because you're being an asshole and it's Christmas.  Babe, you giant hipster asshole, why couldn't you have just given the suckerpunch and left while you were in control and winning?

Sometimes I forget how strong Elias is.  I don't know how I manage to do that, because look at the fucking man, but I do.  Maybe it's the scarves.  Or the cut of his jeans.  Probably the cut of his jeans.  If he wore normal jeans, I'd think he looks like a brawny lumberjack viking hybrid.  But his jeans are way too much something I'd see someone wearing in Starbucks.

Things I hope Elias doesn't do tonight: Tap.  He can get pinned, he can pass out, but I really don't want him to quit.

Yep, a pin.  Well, you know what, It was a good match.  Elias looked awesome in it, so I'll take it.  A heel, after all, is only as good as the Faces they can be beaten by.  Not counting the David and Goliath kind of flukes, which are great when they happen but not common.

Give Seth Samoa Joe, Kurt.  Jason, shut up, I appreciate you but let Seth have his revenge which is more pressing than your own. Kurt, don't make Seth team with Jason.  He can't team with that face. Fuck, I miss Dean. Seth looks so tired tho, seriously, is he doing okay? Holy shit Roman paid off Kurt so HE could get Joe all to himself.  Roman.  Roman, did you talk to your Shieldmate about thhhhHHHAAAAAAAA CRUISERWEIGHTS

Kendrick!  JACK!  KENDRICK VS HIDEO!!!!! Jack's little eye rolls are adorable.  I love heel Jack.  He's like an old Bond Villain.  I love posh and technically polite but definitely Heel Brits.  It's a cliched trope but it's so good when it's played right.  It reminds me of Regal when I was watching him and I was old enough to really appreciate his character.

Jack please, behave yourself so you don't get killed by a knee.  I'd really appreciate if you stay around because I love you and I don't want you dead.

Things that bother me about wrestling: when wrestlers roll down their kneepads or take off their elbowpads when they're about to hit a move.  I always worry about them hurting themselves when they do it.  Always.  Everytime.

I'm reminded now how much I really liked Steph's outfit last week.  I don't think I even really noticed it at the time, because I was thinking too much about what was happening in the ring, and what was to come, but now definitely, I can sit back and be like, damn, I wish I could pull that look off.

...oooooh nooooo the rumble's in phillllllly shittttt

AW THEY'RE SO FUCKING CUTE I LOVE BO AND CURTIS And.... they're actually not that bad at singing???  Wow.  I'd give them some figgy pudding.  Merry Mizmas, everyone, and a Happy Rusev Day~

I love when Paige's entrance is going, and she comes out and the lights hit her just right and she looks like she's tinted purple.  Makes her look like she could be a villainess in a comic book.

You know one day, maybe they'll actually go full circle with the whole story about Bailey not going to be able to really go all out like she should in the ring as far as going "hardcore" goes, and she's going to do it by murdering all the other female wrestlers around, beating them with kendo sticks until she breaks them- the sticks, that is, not the other wrestlers- and knocking them around with chairs and shit, and then she ends up ruling the women's division with an iron hug on ECW- which will totally exist again by this time and Dean will be the face of it so that he can let his mouth go and do the wrestling that he does best but just not quite as hardcore because let's be real I don't want him actually seriously getting hurt and/or cutting himself or his opponents open anymore, but there should be a nice balance that can be reached between nasty looking bumps and staying safe.

Things that always makes me wince with women's wrestling: when a chick just faceplants straight onto the mat.  It makes my tits hurt just thinking about it.

Oh wow, okay, I didn't think a heel would win tonight.  Curious.  But then, Absolution can't really loose right now, fair enough.  It'd kill their momentum.

STOP FUCKING SHOWING DEAN GETTING HURT.  Goddammit WWE why do you do this to me, I used to know that if someone actually got hurt, I'd know because you wouldn't show it.  Now you're like, hey no, let's watch it against thirty-two times, let's watch it again now in Slow Motion.  You did this to me when Enzo nearly died, you did this to me when Cesaro fucked up his teeth, you did it when Seth destroyed Cena's nose, I just really fucking don't appreciate this.

Renee: Hey Joe, you wanna apologize to me for fucking up my husband.

Joe: Dean can be home with those he loves the most. Renee, his actual wife, who is not at home with him at Christmas: ..................

Heath, baby, why didn't you get your kids christmas presents???  Rhyno, why are you trying to kill Heath?  This was not what I was picturing when you said you were going to toughen up Heath.  I was hoping for like, Rocky training montages.  Bring in Bob Backland again.  Maybe making him eat a whole bunch of crackers without anything to drink.  This is ridiculous, and by that, I mean not nearly ridiculous enough.

HELL YEAH RHYNO KICK HIS ASS OH NO RHYNO welp.  It was a good attempt.

Trying to figure out if I like the sound of *Merry* Rusev Day.  Like, it's not grammatically incorrect, but maybe it's like how you never say Merry Holidays because it just sounds wrong.  Merry Hollidays makes me flinch and cringe and want to cry out in confusion.  Merry Rusev Day doesn't kick me in the gut quite like that, but it also doesn't really roll off the tongue, so...  Hmm.  Must think on it.

Holy shit, Curt Hawkins.  Maybe give him a win as a christmas miracle???  Nevermind, It's Finn.

Jesus Christ, why are they having Finn fighting Curt on CHRISTMAS.  They really, honestly, don't know what to do with him, do they?

Concept:  They use the fact that Finn is obviously being misused and that we all know that Vince doesn't believe in him, to turn him heel.  But only heel to those who work for the company.  Like, the same but opposite of Roman, where everyone who works for the company treats him like a face despite when he does very heel things like TRYING TO MURDER A MAN WITH A MOTOR VEHICLE, I LOVE YOU ROMAN BUT YOU STILL DID THAT AND I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU SUFFERED NO CONSEQUENCES FOR THAT, ATTEMPTED MURDER SHOULD AT LEAST GET A TITLE SHOT TAKEN AWAY FROM YOU.  Seriously tho, heels and faces are changing, they have been for a long time now, the fact that they keep making Heels that have valid points and grievances so the fans are actually sympathetic to them, and we have the people in charge to make that sort of stuff work.  It'd just be like, the next step up from what happened in the Attitude Era with Stone Cold and Vince- in that Austin was clearly NOT a GOOD guy, but he was the lesser of two evils, and if I had to choose who to cheer for between him and McMahon, I'd be cheering for the Rattlesnake every time.

One of the Bella's is so making a return during the women's royal rumble and I'm not really excited about it.

BOYS LEAVE GOLDUST ALONE It looks like they got that DVD out of the dollarbin, omg.

Titus, you're beautiful, never change

Oh god, here we go, time for me to love and cry and be uncomfortable and laughing all at the same time.  Nice to know that Sister Abigail was a scrooge. More things I don't really like- how they keep doing promos but they're not going at in or around the ring.  I feel like they're hyping it up and it's never going to live up to OH MY GOD NEVER MIND BRAY'S ACTUALLY HERE, BRAY MY LOVE, MY DARLING SWAMP SANTA CULT LEADER God I hope when Bray and Matt have their showdown- which obviously must happen on neutral grown between their home compounds- they have like, an actual army on both sides that they can lead.  I want a whole hoard of sheepmasks and people wearing clothing made out of brocades and couch covers and shit using shields made of old broken down rowboats. Things I miss from TNA: Matt being able to teleport and shit.

...Guys, I love you, I adore the Bar you set, but that's messed up guys. oh ouch guys, come on, Kurt obviously wants him as his kid, that's harsh, dang.

Oh MAN I HOPE MUSTAFA'S IN THAT STREET FIGHT HE WAS SO FUN DURING THE HALLOWEEN MATCH DUDE.  ALSO, maybe a return of Street Drew?  Pff, ehehe, "street" drew.  What a dweeb.  I love him.

....WHERE IS Oh my god.  Oh my gooooooooooooood....  Drew.. Drew, why do you let him do this to you?  I mean, I like the jacket, it's much nicer than Davari's, but- HE"S GOT NAUGHTY AND NICE ON HIS TAPE AND NOW I ACTUALLY WANT TO CALL HIM SUGARPLUM, dammit Enzo don't make me- LOOK AT DREW APOLOGIZING FOR ENZO TALKING SHIT ABOUT COLE, EVEN THOUGH COLE WAS SO MEAN TO HIM WHEN HE WAS A GUEST COMMENTATOR!!!!!!

New Year, new cruiserweight Champion?  One can only hope.

Elf Drew half standing on the second rope, le gasp.  What a brave bab- TOZAWA'S WEARING CHRISTMAS COLORS

Aw, Gulak lost his jacket. I really do wish that they had Davari wrestle more. I love hating his character, and it feels like I never actually get to see him do shit anymore.OH SHIT DREW, NO!!!!! CEDRIC, I LOVE YOU, BUT WHY DID YOU LET DRWE RUN INTO ENZO LIKE THAT, DREW'S GONNA GET IN TROUBLE FOR THAT, STOPPING GETTING DREW IN TROUBLE, HE CAN GET INTO ENOUGH OF THAT BY HIMSELF. That camera work was honestly not great during this match tho, honestly, I feel like I missed so much during it???  But we can ignore all that and be thankful for being able to see Drew Gulak with his naughty and nice fists, and getting to see Tozawa being festive, and Cedric getting a win over Enzo, and most importantly, Mustafa getting a win in his hometown.  Savor it, because that shit doesn't happen every day in the WWE.

Why do they gotta fucking hamfist this fucking shit with Nia and Enzo?  Why couldn't they like, ease into it?  I can't.  I literally can't even watch this shit, I can't, I'm embarrassed by it all OH THANK GOD ALEXA, BEST COCKBLOCK thank you from saving from that.  I think I wouldn't hate it quite so much if they didn't both "How y'doin'?" to each other so much, there's something about how it clearly doesn't come easy to her to say it and it the script is so hokey and it's not like, charming hokey.  It's less well written than the stuff they did between Enzo and Lana, and that's saying something.

Roman kills me when he holds the belt like that.  If he was an actual heel, and treated like a heel, and he was doing it because he doesn't give a shit about the title, then that'd be fine.  That'd be good character work.

Nice drive by by Roman tho.  That's good shit.  That's what I came to see. Also, i could totally be wrong, absolutely wrong here because I don't have the volume up very high, but was the crowd chanting for the Bruiserweight?  I might just have UK Wrestling on my mind and am hearing things wrong.  God, I want a weekly UK show.  Even a monthly one.  I'd put up with once a month as long as at least every three months, I get to see Dunne and Bates fight. Joe does such a great Uranage.  And the way he flies through the ropes.  Who gave such a hoss of a man the right to be so nimble? Yes, thank you Book, nine months without Dean, that's fucking great.  On the plus side, when he comes back, oh the Pop.  He's gonna get such a pop.

Ah yes, see?  Roman doing heel things despite being a Face.  You can't go messing with the ref's, my sweet.  If he was just going to go and kill Joe, he might as well have invited Seth to join in with him. SHUT UP COREY DEAN'S CAREER IS FINE They've been using the steel steps a lot lately.  And fucking with people's throats.  Does somebody on the writing team have an odd kink?  I mean, I'm not super complaining- well, I'll complain about the throat things just because I feel like it's too easy for mess up and really seriously hurt someone like that, and also because the coughing gagging noises the guys tend to make afterward sets off my own gag reflex and I hate that-, because it could definitely be worse.  It's not a something on a Pole match, at least, but... eh.

Beating the Bah, Seth? What a cute.   YOU WHAT MOTHERFUCKER????  JASON OFFICIALLY HEEL, OFFICIAL HEEL Also glad to see, upon closer inspection, that Seth doesn't actually look totally exhausted, it's just that he has a bit of a lingering bruise around the eye.  Maybe a bit of a shiner.

Welcome Back, Bo and Curtis, you lovely gifts you.  WHOO!  Singalong~ NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MY BABIES!!!!!!!!!! WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO MY BABIES THEY AIN'T BEEN DOING NOTHING BUT SINGING NICE CAROLS AND GIVING OUT GIFTS TONIGHT Rip, Bo, you were killed by a beautiful clothesline. Curtis is going to break his neck again, gonna have to go back to wearing the brace. Okay Braun, you won, no please just leave the ring and not continue to murder my boys, don't be a grinch, don't be a grINCH BRAUN PLEASE STOP LISTENING TO THE CROWD, DAMMIT just leave my trash boys lay there dead, you're making this a very bad Rusev Day for them.

Bliss looks like she's gonna cry, awwww... Ah, yes, there it is, there's my Asuka's Gonna Kill You chant.  Love that chant.  Probably more than I should. YES!  YES!!!!!  I always want Asuka to kick people in the face after she explains to them that they ain't ready for her, and HERE WE ARE!  She made me wait for it, but I forgive her.

I give about as much of a fuck about what Brock feels about anything as Brock gives a fuck about Slater's kids. But I'll look forward to seeing Paul

STOP.  FUCKING.  SHOWING.  THAT.  SHIT.  WITH.  DEAN.  THANK.  YOU.  KINDLY.

So, it's not that I have a problem with Jordan turning heel.  It's pretty much the clear turn, you know.  But I don't like how there doesn't seem to be a reason... why?  Like he went from "I'm gonna prove myself Dad!" and going toe to toe with some hella talent, to "Daaaaaaaaad, gimme a maaaaatch...!" to "I'm the best in the world, you should be honored to get to wrestle with me" with like...  Well, between the first two there was a reason-ish, with him trying to fight even though he was hurt and because he kept losing and kept getting hurt he had to start whining to get his way.  But there was no lead up to this point now.  We haven't got to see anyone telling him how good he is, inflating his ego- like, a female who maybe wanted to get better chances at the belt so she starts hooking up with Jordan to try and get good with Kurt or get back at him, like Emma had threatened that one time, that would be something that makes sense- or him getting some cheap fluke wins that he makes out to mean more than they are and he starts to think he's an A superstar instead of a C+ to B one, you know?  Now he's all swaggering around talking about how he's better than Ambrose?  Who was just hurt last week?  To the man's tag team partner who is also his brother?  Are you shiting me???  It all feels so inorganic.

I hate when Sheamus doesn't do all ten beats.  Like, I know so many other people are ingrates, but I've always adored you Sheamus, why are you punishing *me*, personally?  Because that's what that is.  It's a personal attack against myself.

Crowd's looking at something, what are they- Ah, yes, Jordan got up, okay. Jordan is definitely physically impressive.  I'm looking forward to the point in time when they make his character less obnoxious.

Fuck me, I love when Cesaro does the sharpshooter.

I...  um.......... So what I'm getting out of this is.... When Deano comes back, he's going to come back as a well beloved, Austin-like Heel as he makes Jason Jordan's life a living hell for having the balls to take his title?  This is... interesting?  hmmm....

#wwe raw #monday night raw #sassin about rasslin #merry mizmas to all and to all a swell rusev night #that was super lame i apologize