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deviouz · 10 days

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OKAY SO LIKE idk if you take requests anymore but I need this done so bad and I love your writing so like imagine Jason Todd being adopted and raised by Catwoman and the reader by Batman as robin like a girl robin and basically Jason needs info or wtv and he defeats the reader in a battle or something and handcuffs her and like seduces her for it and reader's usually had super high morals and stuff but she's like simping over him and melts for him practically but idk something like tht like cat women and Batman but roles reversed but yea

Totally get if this is like weird too much though lmao

here’s a lil drabble while i make my way through other requests <3 thank you lovie!! also, jason’s name didn’t really come up, so i guess you can imagine it as whoever? i did write with jason in mind though!! ;; soz

role reversal !

“Come on, I know you can spit it out. The old man can’t be that important to you.”

It was hard to fight off the embarrassed blush as you jerked your wrists from behind your back, the cold bite of steel a painful reminder of the predicament you had found yourself in. The fight was long and drawn out, having left both of you breathless for a while before your captor had gotten the upper hand. It was times like this you really wished you had paid more attention to your father’s teachings about how to get out of precarious circumstances as this one.

How the hell were you supposed to dislocate your thumb and slip out of the handcuffs again?

Being Robin had given you quite the ego. It hadn't really occurred to you that getting captured was a possibility. Batman had shown you every trick in the book on how not to get caught.

Your opponent was as sly as a fox, though. He was quick on his feet, definitely hard to defeat. It was when you had the upper hand, or believed so, that the rug was quickly pulled out from under you, sharp smile and all.

Silence would be your best friend. There was no way in hell you were going to divulge any information that could be used against either yourself or your family — you’d sooner die than allow that to happen.

It was when he had made way to pluck the black mask shielding your eyes did you move, head jerking to the side while a noise of disapproval escaped your throat.

“Don’t touch me.”

He kneeled before you, lips curled into a smirk as a hand trailed from your knee to the middle of your thigh. Your suit was thin, meant more for agility than anything. It was nothing compared to the protective kevlar of the Batsuit. Stealth was your strong suit, and it turns out lingering touches from a man clad in a catsuit was your kryptonite.

“Don’t be like that. We can have fun! I promise I’ll make it worth your time,” he practically purred, voice smooth and intoxicating. “Just tell me what you know.”

Had your heart always beat this fast? Did he drug you? Maybe it was the lack of sleep finally catching up, the deprivation rearing its ugly head at the worst possible time.

“I thought I told you not to touch me,” you quipped back with a clenched jaw. Hands balled into fists and eyes narrowed, you were a sight for sore eyes. “How about you take these cuffs off and we go for a round two, hm?”

He had the audacity to giggle like it was the funniest thing in the world. The hand on your thigh began to inch upwards once more.

“Darling,” God, did that sound pretty rolling off the tip of his tongue, “any round two that we have will be somewhere with some nice booze and a bed, and maybe with soundproof walls depending on how loud I can get you.”

You were stronger than this, surely. Anything to protect Gotham and the people inhabiting it. You wouldn’t lose your nerve to a man with pretty words knelt before you.

“I can give you what you want, you know. Think of it like a trade; you give me the information I need, and I’ll have you screaming my name for all of Gotham to hear. Fair?”

As his touch began to grow more bold, warm hands slowly parting your thighs as he moved in between them, you knew you had to act fast. Resolve could only last so long, especially when coupled with a nighttime job known as being Robin — you were long overdue for something devious and a long nap.

Mustering up what little restraint remained, your foot raised to kick him back, momentarily leaving him a breathless heap of muscle and suave on the ground before you.

“You really don’t listen well.”

#rahhhh unedited bc it’s 5:30 am and i need to sleep #putting this in the queue so more people see it tho ig #idk man #i’m sleep deprived and delirious #also??? imagining big beefy jason in a catsuit had me feeling some type of way i cannot lie #dhsiwkdnfn anyways #. . . my fics 💌#. . . dc 💭#. . . jason todd 💭#. . . queue can’t afford me 🪻#jason todd x reader #jason todd #dc x reader

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ganseyth · 9 months

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The Date

PREVIOUS PART | MASTERLIST | NEXT PART

Part: 12

Pairing: Jason Todd x Female Reader

Length: 1.8k

Warnings: none

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Jason’s POV

Jason nearly dropped the vase he was carrying to the chapel.

He quickly glanced over his shoulder to make sure no one was watching before he zoomed in on the picture you had just sent him on his phone.

His heart jumped into his throat as he stared at your beautiful figure wrapped in his color.

Red.

The thought of you picking it out because of him left a warm feeling in his stomach and maybe even a sent spark of heat down below.

You looked gorgeous. The dress hugged you in all the right places and he couldn't wait to feel the satin fabric he was pretty sure would keep his hands occupied throughout the rest of the night.

However, his eyes lingered on your face. More specifically the smile that graced it.

He knew these past few days had not been the best and for that, he wished he could apologize. It was supposed to be his job to keep you happy but with everything going on it proved to be a harder task than he thought.

His job.

There were many times this week when he had to remind himself that you were his client.

A job to pay for the many bills that he had racked up from his time as Red Hood before he found a balance.

But then there was the way your eyes lit up with joy after he said something stupid or how you leaned into him the other night on the couch.

How you were quick to take care of him despite him supposed to be looking out for you.

How the sound of your voice would fill him with a warmth he'd never experienced before.

It took everything in him not to have you sit on his lap this morning at breakfast to make your ex crazy jealous and that kiss before you left this morning. That had been an excuse on his part to remind himself that you were his for the remainder of today and tomorrow.

He tried to remind himself that this was just temporary and that he already had clients booked for after New Year's. He tried to remind himself that after this you would return to a semi-normal life whereas he was expected to go back to his life as Red Hood.

It would never work between the two of you.

But then he saw your smile in that photo and that's when it got so much more difficult.

His resolve crumbled, and his heart swelled.

Somehow out of the hundreds of clients he had dealt with over the past few years, you were the only one to break his resolve. You had wormed your way into his heart and he had a feeling he had done the same to you.

And the truth is he didn’t want this to be over. No matter what happened over the next two days, he couldn’t imagine just walking away from you.

He swallowed, trying to push those thoughts aside before they caused him to do something rash.

"Jason!"

He snapped his head towards where your ex was now running up to him.

Your ex was smiling as he noticed Jason's phone in his hand. "Did she find a dress?"

Jason forced a smug grin onto his face, he was going to make the best of this opportunity. "Yep."

He didn't miss the look your ex gave you. "Can I see?"

If he could hit him without ruining your sister's wedding he would. "She wants to keep it a surprise," he found himself admitting, the smirk still resting on his face.

Your ex grinned back at him but he could tell it was forced. "Ah, no worries."

He patted Jason lightly on the shoulder before continuing his walk to the chapel carrying what looked like flowers for the vase Jason was currently carrying.

"Are you coming man?"

He really wanted to punch him. "Yeah."

"So how are things?" he asked as Jason closed the distance between the two of them. "Your relationship with her I mean."

Jason held in the urge to roll his eyes at him, "Everything's good."

He nodded, "Yeah, well I should tell you before things get too serious I mean..."

Jason sighed, "What?"

Your ex had the nerve to look concerned, "She seems to have a problem with intimacy."

The words made his blood run cold and if he wasn't mistaken, he had to be talking about the reason the two of you broke up.

"I don't need advice about my relationship," Jason growled through clenched teeth.

"I'm just saying!" Your ex cried out, holding his hands up defensively. "She freaked out on me when I said we should take our relationship to the next level."

Jason scoffed, "I don't think asking your girlfriend to perform in front of you and a hundred other guys at the club is what she had in mind for the next level", he said defensively, his grip around the vase tightening.

Your ex looked surprised and Jason could see the wheels turning as he put it together that you must have told him why you broke up. “I guess I can understand why she might have told you that but it wasn't like that."

Jason glared. "I can guarantee my girlfriend would not lie to me."

Your ex had the nerve to smile. "I know you think of her as your trusted innocent girlfriend Jason, but I wouldn't believe everything she's told you."

Jason was almost certain his expression darkened and he could feel your ex take the hint.

"But you know... it's not my relationship so..." your ex continued.

Jason shook his head, unable to hide his irritation. "Yeah, you're right. It's not your relationship so kindly piss off if that's all you want to talk about."

Your ex's smile faded. "Hey come on bro-"

However, Jason didn't stay around to hear whatever he was about to say next. With that, he started making his way to the chapel opening the large barn doors to reveal the beautiful ceremony hall.

The wedding planner had outdone herself, sparing no expense.

There was no way they would be able to hide this amount of money from Penguin. Jason swore right then and there that he would be keeping an eye on you even after your business transaction was completed.

Business transaction.

He wanted to gag at the thought.

You were more than that.

Hearing footsteps behind him he turned to see your mom approaching.

Your mom walked towards him, arms extended for the vase which Jason gladly handed over.

"Thank you so much for your help," she said softly, gently patting him on the arm. "Did my daughter happen to send you a picture of her dress yet?"

Jason smiled as he remembered the red dress from the photo and how you looked breathtaking wrapped in its silk.

"She's found the perfect one," he admitted, "I would show you a picture but I have a feeling she wants to surprise you."

Your mom let out a laugh, shaking her head fondly. "Oh, that girl. She's a sweetheart that one."

She smiled up at Jason which made him feel all warm inside. He never had a present mother figure in his life and in this moment he wished he did. Your mom was so nice to him despite only meeting him a few days ago and he could tell she meant a lot to you.

He chuckled. "You've certainly done a great job raising her."

Her eyes lit up with excitement. "Oh boy, you're going to make me blush!"

She laughed again. "Now I better get going so I can see my other sweetheart get married tonight."

He nodded and watched her turn around and start heading toward the middle of the chapel.

The ceremony was supposed to happen around five-o-clock followed by a small reception with the family afterward. Since it would just be the family plus your ex and Jason, the wedding was supposed to be quick.

That would be fine with him because it meant your new brother-in-law and sister would be leaving soon and your ex would take his leave tomorrow morning. Maybe you would find some comfort in being alone with just him and your parents. Maybe you could finally relax.

He hoped that was the case. For both of your sakes.

"Are we almost ready?" Your ex said as he made his way over to Jasons side once again.

Jason looked down at his phone to see the time, "Yeah the wedding is supposed to start in an hour and I believe we brought in the last of the decorations."

"Great," Your ex replied happily, clapping his hands together. "I guess we should all head back to the house to get ready then."

Thanks to the adoptive son of a billionaire persona Jason had adapted to over the years, he had brought a suit on the trip. He never knew when a client would expect him to attend something that demanded black-tie attire.

As everyone headed back towards the car and made their way to the house, Jason was notified that you and your sister would not join everyone until the ceremony started. Something about the groom not being able to see the bride in her wedding dress.

That was perfectly fine with him because your dress deserved to be seen in action as you were going to be the first one to walk down the aisle.

Then it hit him.

You weren't walking down alone.

How could he forget?

The maid of honor always walked down the aisle on the arm of the best man.

Who happened to be your ex.

The thought alone made him sick but he knew you could handle yourself and it would only be for a few minutes then you would take your separate leave on each side of the podium.

He could handle a few minutes.

Could he?

He felt himself begin to panic as he tried desperately to stop thinking about you.

You completely took over his mind and he found himself dreaming about your hands smoothing down his suit and straightening his tie before kissing him breathlessly.

He may or may not have added a little more cologne to his neck imagining your face tucked against it as the two of you slow danced.

He even styled his hair in a way that would still look great if you just so happened to run your fingers through it.

He had a crush on you.

No, the word crush was silly.

He liked you.

That thought alone left him quiet as your family made their way back to the chapel to start the ceremony.

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forever-rogue · 2 years

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This idea has been stuck in my mind for a while. Eddie asks the reader to Prom. She obviously says yes. Then when at the Prom they get made fun of and teased by Jason and the other kids. Eddie is used to it but the reader isn’t and gets sad. Eddie takes the reader home and comforts her. It ends in very soft smut (reader is a virgin). And aftercare. <3

AN | I’m just going to say this is Best Boyfriend Eddie and he’s just…wonderful! Enjoy 🥰

Warnings | Language, Beginnings of smut (nothing explicit)

Pairing | Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 2.7k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie

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You weren’t going to make a big deal of prom. You totally weren’t because one, it seemed overrated, and two, it totally wasn’t your scene. But when you’d heard the theme, you couldn’t help the fact that your interest was piqued. Curiosity was only natural, right? And it wasn’t like you were suddenly planning on going. It wasn’t like you even had someone that would want to go with you.

There was absolutely someone that you wanted to go with, but you wouldn’t ask him in a million years. He probably would have just laughed in your face and thought you were making a joke. Which is also precisely why you were never going to tell him how you truly felt about him…you know, the whole I’m in love with you thing seemed too much.

“Hey,” you were pulled out of your own thoughts as Eddie sat down next to you in science. You offered him a sheepish smile, as if you were worried that he’d heard your internal monologue on both prom and your love for him, “everything alright, princess? You look like you saw a ghost.”

“I’m fine,” you replied but your voice was a high pitched squeak and caused him to raise an eyebrow. You swallowed and tried to regain yourself as you looked at him with what you hoped was a normal expression, “just tired is all.”

He made a small sound in the back of his throat as he tried to get a read on you. No way was he going to buy your little cop out excuse. For now he decided to give you a pass, “so I had an idea.”

“Oh? Cherish the thought - Eddie Munson had an idea,” there you were, back to teasing him already. He scoffed playfully before nudging your leg with his, causing shivers to run down your spine.

“Prom is coming up.”

“Yeah?” your cheeks warmed up as you tried to keep it casual and not like your heart was about to burst from your chest, “and?”

“It’s my last opportunity to go and I thought maybe I would go…”

“You, Edward Munson-”

“Don’t use my full name!”

“You, Eddie Munson,” you looked at him with wide eyes and a nervous expression, “want to go to prom?”

“Mhmm,” he looked so pleased with how he managed to shock you. Your mind was reeling and your heart was sinking with the realization that he might have someone in mind that he wants to go with…someone that wasn’t you. And you were fully aware of the fact that he didn’t feel the same way about you, but it would still hurt to see him with someone else. It was a selfish thought and you tried to push it far away, “you okay, space case?”

“What? Yeah…sorry,” oh fuck. He was going to know what was going on in your head and he was going to hate you and never speak to you again. He was going to think it was weird and creepy that his best friend was in love with him. He was going to make fun of you…he was going to-

“So, what do you say?” he was looking at you with those big, soft puppy eyes and blinked in confusion which only caused him to smile wider.

“To what?”

“To going - jeeze I guess you really are out of it today - to going to prom with me?” your eyes widened at his question. There was no he was seriously asking this question, “yes, you. W-would you go to prom with me?”

“Yes,” you answered without hesitation and quickly grew embarrassed by your quick response. But Eddie’s smile only grew larger, “but Eds, why-”

“Mr. Munson,” you both turned and looked at Ms. Gallagher, "please quit distracting your fellow students. Unless there's something you'd like to share with the class."

"N-no," his cheeks flushed a pretty pastel pink as you bit your lip and stared at your notebook. This all felt like some sort of wild fever dream from Eddie wanting to go to prom, to Eddie wanting to go to prom with you. He nudged your foot with his as you turned to him and gave him a small smile that matched his.

In order to prevent either of you getting into further trouble, you ripped a piece of paper out of your notebook and hastily scribbled are you sure you want to go to prom with me?

You slid it across the black lab table top and he quickly read it before shaking his head in amusement. He wrote back slowly, almost as if he really was trying to torture you with his response. But after a few moments of tense silence - only tense on your part - he pushed back the paper back to you.

I’ve never been more sure of anything.

The way your face lit up was worth it a million times over and Eddie could barely contain his own grin. He would have asked over and over again if he kept getting to see you smile like that. The girl of his dreams had just agreed to prom with him, that was almost as weird as him actually wanting to go to prom - what a wild day it had turned out to be.

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By the time the evening of prom rolled around you were feeling incredibly…nervous. It was an emotion you’d almost never experienced around Eddie. But here you were pacing around the living room as you waited for him to pick you up, stopping to glance at yourself every once in a while in the mirror. You were happy with how your hair and makeup had turned out, but you were especially in love with your dress.

It was an old black lace dress you’d found randomly at a thrift store, but you’d done work on it and made it all a custom dress all for yourself and paired it with a pair of pretty mary janes you’d treated yourself to. You hoped Eddie would like it and think you were pretty; it didn’t matter, but it still would have been nice.

When the doorbell rang you jumped in surprise, despite expecting it, taking a moment to collect yourself before nearly tripping over your own feet in excitement to answer the door. You opened the door breathlessly and found Eddie on the other side, looking as handsome as ever with a megawatt smile on his face.

“Eddie,” you grinned at him as you drank in the very pretty picture he presented. He must have read your mind because he too was dressed in all black - well fitted trousers and dress shirt along with a tie. You didn’t even know he owned a tie…your bet was that it was Wayne’s. His roguish curls had even been tamed a little bit to make them less frizzy and more defined, “you look…wow. Really good.”

“You look beautiful,” there was a boyish grin on his face and he rocked back and forth on his heels in excitement. Your entire body warmed up as you waved a hand to dismiss his compliment.

“You don’t have to say it,” you insisted softly, “it’s okay.”

“You know me well enough to know that I would never lie,” he gently reassured you as he could see you perk up, “and more importantly, I would never lie to you, princess. I mean it, you look beautiful. You always look beautiful though, so I’m not surprised. I really like your dress, pretty girl.”

“I…Eds-”

“Come on,” he held his hand out to you and you eagerly accepted and slid your own into his, marveling at the fact that despite his calloused fingertips and rough palms, his touch still managed to be so gentle, “let’s go to prom, have a good time, and enjoy the fact that we’ll be out of the hellhole that is Hawkins High soon enough!”

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You’d always wondered what prom would be like, and it still managed to top your expectations. It was actually fun, especially with the fact that you were there with Eddie; there was no one else you could have imagined this with.

“Hey - I’m going to grab us some drinks, okay?” his cheeks were flushed and you were both messes from being on the dancefloor. You didn’t even mind the annoyed and rude looks and stares that were being thrown your way. You nodded happily as he gave your arm a gentle squeeze and flounced across the gym to where the drinks were.

You stood there, smiling to yourself…until you heard a wolf-whistle coming from behind you. Despite knowing better, you turned around to find the source and internally groaned when you saw that it was Jason Carver and his cronies.

Before you could turn around and pretend that you hadn't heard anything, you felt a rough hand on your arm. There was Jason, smiling at you with a condescending smile, "look who came out to prom. Munson's little girlfriend."

"I-I'm not his-"

"Did no one else ask you?" He pretended to give you a sad little smile as you felt embarrassment course through your veins, "how sad. But seeing this little dress, that's probably a good thing."

"Can you please…I didn't do anything to you," tears were already starting to well up in your eyes. He laughed, the dark sound sent a shiver down your spine.

"Did you make it yourself? How cute. You know, you could be good for something," he'd leaned in and his hot breath fanned across your face, "you could get on those knees and suck my c-"

Before he could say anything else Jason was covered in sticky, sweet fruit punch. You looked up and found Eddie glowering at him, "shut the fuck up, Carver. Go be a dick somewhere else. Fucking pathetic, man."

"Aww, the freak is here to save his dumb little bitch," Eddie had his fist raised, but your wrapped your fingers around his wrist and shook your head.

"He's not worth it," you whispered softly. He dropped his hand and nodded, letting you pull him away.

"Angel-"

"Can you just take me home?" The sadness in your voice almost broke his heart, "please?"

"Of course," he promised softly as he took your hand in his, "whatever you want."

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As soon as he parked his van in your driveway, you were ready to jump out. Before you could, Eddie held onto your arm and gently held you back, "thanks for the ride, Eds. I really appreciate it - you."

“Angel, wait - do you want to talk about it?” he asked gently and his tenderness almost caused you to cry again. You worried your bottom lip between your teeth and shook your head.

“Not really,” you shrugged, “I’m probably just going to go to bed.”

“Do you want to watch a movie or something? We can get a pizza and soda and hang out,” he hated the idea of you going home to an empty, dark house. He hated the idea of you being so upset - and alone - even more. You opened the door fully and slid onto the pavement and remained silent for a moment.

“Thanks again,” you walked towards the door and made it about halfway before you heard him slam his door and run after you. You stopped and turned to him; the fact that he was willing to fight for this, to fight for you to let him in made your heart so full.

“Alright, I’m not asking,” he said softly, “I’m going to come in, we’re going to order pizza and watch a movie. I’m not taking no for an answer, princess.”

You looked at his big brown eyes for a moment, and before you could stop yourself, you threw your arms around him and tightly held onto him. It only took him a moment to catch up and hug you back just as fiercely.

After a few moments, you took his hand and led him into the house, wasting no time in pulling him up to your room. It wasn’t odd considering he’d been in this position so many times in the past. He dramatically flopped down onto your bed, which made you giggle a little bit, “there’s my girl.”

“Eddie-”

“He’s a huge fuckin’ prick,” he insisted as you nodded; of course you knew it was true but it still hurt, “and he’s so wrong. He wishes he could have someone like you. You’re…so wonderful, so funny, kind, smart, and beautiful. I want you to know that.”

“Eds,” you stood in front of him and flailed your arms around, “you’re my friend, but you don’t need to say all that to just make me feel better.”

“I’m not…I’m not just saying it,” he insisted softly, “I mean it. I...I’m not just your friend - I don’t wanna just be your friend, angel.”

“What do you mean?” your heart was about to burst through your ribcage as you looked at him with doe eyes that would be the death of him, “Eds?”

“I wanna be…your boyfriend,” he said nervously as you looked at him in surprise, “I’ve been trying to figure out how to tell you that for a long time and I guess now is as good a time as any to tell you that I’m in love with you.”

“Eddie,” you stepped closer to him and he held out his hand. You looked at it for a moment, feeling shy and nervous before you took it and let him pull you into his lap. You brought your hands to his face and delicately cradled it tenderly for leaning in and kissing him softly. It was nothing more than a sweet, chaste little kiss, but when you pulled back, he was beaming at you, “I’m in love with you too.”

“Yeah?” he asked sweetly as you just nodded eagerly. Not only was your dream coming true, but so was his; two fools in love but no longer so blind, “can I kiss you again?”

“Yes please,” within seconds he pressed his lips to yours, kissing you with more and more passion with each passing second. Kissing Eddie felt like a literal dream and better than anything you could ever have dreamed up. You couldn’t believe that this was actually happening.

One thing led to another, slowly, sweetly, and with a lot of love, and you soon found yourself under Eddie, caged into between his arms. You were looking at him with such tenderness that he couldn’t help the small sound that escaped his lips, “you’re so beautiful, angel. In every single way.”

“So are you,” you promised, “you’re everything to me.”

He leaned down to kiss you again, and you could feel his hardness pressing against your leg. You were incredibly turned on as well, sure you’d soaked through your panties, but you grew slightly nervous, “E-eddie. I-I’m a…I’m a virgin. I hope that’s not…weird for you.”

“No, of course not,” he nudged your nose with his before peppering kisses all over your face which caused you to relax, “wanna know a secret?”

“Mhmm.”

“I’m a virgin too,” you looked at him in surprise but he nodded to confirm what he had said was true, “we don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for. We can wait - I’ll wait for you forever, you’re worth it.”

“I want this too,” and oh. You really did; you’d always imagined that your first time would be with him and now it was actually happening, “I’m ready if you are…can you just…be gentle?”

“Of course,” he said in earnest as he sat back on his haunches. You could see his cheeks turn a bright red as he floundered for a moment, “I, ugh…I have some condoms in the van. I’ll go and get them.”

You looked at him for a moment, with nothing short of pure adoration, before bursting into a small bit of laughter. He looked surprised but when he realized that you weren’t laughing at him, “Eddie Munson. Did you bring condoms thinking we’d have sex?!”

“I mean no,” he grinned sheepishly, “but I figured it’s better to be prepared, ya know?”

“Yeah,” you leaned up and pulled him back to your lips, “I love you, Eddie Munson. I really do.”

“I love you too, angel,” he pressed his forehead against yours before letting out a nervous huff of laughter, “so much.”

“Eds?”

“Princess?”

“Go and get the condoms,” you insisted with a smile and gentle push as he gave you a small salute, “I love you, dork.”

“I love you!”

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dd122004dd · 16 days

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Whispers and Waltzes

So, I got a lovely request from @leylovestaytay and for some reason I couldn't resist writing it. So, here ya go, I hope you like it.

Warnings: Age gap

Gorgeous. It was the only word that came to mind when he saw her as she descended the stairs of their home carrying a bag filled with neatly stacked Tupperware. Her hair shone under the golden lights of their home as she flitted across the rooms, checking that she had everything as he stood, awestruck at his beautiful wife. Wife. A word he didn’t think he’d use again and with as much affection as he had, yet when he looked at her, eyes filled with adoration, no other word filled his mind.

He watched her as she double checked her bag before straightening, beaming at him. “Someone looks handsome.”

“I think you’re mistaking me for a mirror, darling, because you’re the gorgeous one among the two of us.”

“What a charmer. But really, you look amazing. Have I told you I love it when you dress up?” she asked rhetorically.

“Yes, darling. Now, we’d better get going otherwise we’re gonna be late.’’

“As you wish, honey,” she said, as he quickly helped her with her bag, carrying it out to the car and opening her door for her as she locked up.

The drive was relatively short as they approached the familiar drive-way of Aaron Hotchner.

Walking up the drive-way she rapped her fingers across the wood, waiting for the door to open. She smiled, glancing at her husband, he looked charming in his navy suit jacket, contrasting against his blue shirt. He was the epitome of grace and composure, yet his exterior hid a fierce heart that not everyone was allowed to see.

He glanced at her again, smiling softly at her as the soft yellow porch lights reflected off his warm brown eyes.

Within a moment the door swung open, with Haley smiling and welcoming the pair into her home.

She smiled, embracing Haley and asking for directions towards the kitchen.

“Why?” Haley asked curiously.

“Well, I didn’t want to come empty handed, so I made some tiramisu,” she said, smiling sheepishly.

“Oh! That was so sweet of you. I’m sure everyone will love it!” Haley said warmly, leading the other woman towards the kitchen, chatting animatedly.

Jason stood awkwardly in the living room before Spencer spotted him and walked over, talking about his latest book, a psychological critique on the works of Zimbardo. He welcomed the distraction, as he discussed the ethical implications of Zimbardo’s discoveries as well as the nature of good and evil within people.

He walked with Reid, towards a table in the corner of the room and grabbed a glass of Hotch’s finest scotch as he continued with his discussion.

‘It seems Aaron had also called a few of his old friends from the academy as well as a few unfamiliar agents to this get-together,’ Jason mused internally but was broken from his thoughts when he heard a loud laugh from across the room. He turned towards the sound and saw his wife, glowing as she laughed and threw her head back at a joke Derek told her. He was grinning beside her, watching her laugh with soft eyes.

Jason’s heart twisted in his chest as he glanced at the pair, thinking that they looked like a couple. He quickly dismissed the thought, taking a deep sip from his scotch as Reid chattered away beside him, unaware of his shift in mood. He heard an agent a little distance away tell his friend, “Don’t they look lovely together?”

“Who?”

“That guy and girl over there by the table.”

“Oh, her. She’s married to Agent Gideon”

“Really? But she’s so young. I don’t think a grumpy guy like Gideon would’ve gone for someone like…that,” the first agent said in surprise.

“Well, apparently he did, but I always felt like she would’ve been so much better with someone closer to her age, like Agent Morgan or someone else, they have such good chemistry.”

“Yeah, so did you hear about…” the two agents started walking away as their sound trailed off yet their words echoed through Jason’s ears as they struck him. Was he too old for her? Was he making her waste her youth? Was Derek the better option for her? His thoughts started to quickly spiral as he continued watching his beloved wife talking and laughing with Derek.

A bitter taste filled his mouth as he took another swing of his scotch to remove the taste, only to notice that the glass was empty, so he stalked towards the drink table, ignoring Spencer, and poured himself a large glass of scotch and downing it. The alcohol helped numb his pain as he watched his wife talk to the other agents present. He kept his distance from her, going out of his way to appear busy whenever she attempted to approach him.

She was finally able to corner him towards the end of the night as the party started to wind down, the exuberant atmosphere relaxing into a mellow calm with slow jazz playing in the background as couples slowly swayed to the music. She approached him, knowing he loved to waltz, eager to have his hands in hers.

“Hey stranger,” she said, smiling at him.

“Hi,” he said breathlessly as he took another swing from his scotch, feeling pleasantly buzzed.

“May I have this dance?” she asked, palm raised as she gazed hopefully at him. He was a rather private man who rarely engaged in public depictions of his adoration, yet in that moment, he grasped her hand, smiling softly as she beamed at him.

He allowed her to lead him towards the makeshift dancefloor as the two began to sway with the music. Slowly their tempo moved faster as they found themselves in a slow waltz, gracefully moving across the room, weaving their way among the other couples.

“Why are you with me?” he blurted out, unable to hold the words in. His intoxicated mind was desperate for answers, prompting him to be more forward than usual.

“Is that why you’ve been so distant tonight, darling?” she asked sweetly before sighing, “If I could name all the reasons why, well, we’d have to spend all night dancing.”

A small smile played on his lips as he prompted her to answer.

“Well, lets start with this,” she said, squeezing his shoulder, “this shoulder which comforts me when I’m sad or stressed, these shoulders which hold so much responsibility, yet they don’t shake. You, my love, are my foundation, you and your very stable shoulders,” she said, giggling slightly.

Then she trailed her hand up his shoulder till she was gently cradling the base of his head, “This beautiful mind that solves puzzles at the drop of a hat, this mind that stores so much knowledge, this mind that catches the trickiest of criminals, this mind that captivates those closest to you with your quick charm and dry wit.”

She quickly stepped on her tippy-toes as she placed a peck on his lips, his heart stuttering in his chest as she continued, “These lips that charm me, that comfort me, that embrace the deepest parts of me.”

Then she looked deep into his eyes, saying, “Those gorgeous eyes that remind me of hot coffee on a cold winter’s morning, warming me from the inside out. The little twinkle in your eye when you know something I don’t, or when you’ve solved a puzzle or found an interesting fact to share with me.”

Next, she trailed her hand from his shoulder to his chest, over his heart, “This heart, that loves so fiercely and passionately, that is so protective of me and your family. This beautiful heart that you shield from the world, this heart that loves me and that I love in return. These are the reasons I love you, because you are you. And I’d never want anyone else.”

As she finished, she slowly laid her head over his heart, listening to the slow rhythm as they swayed to the lilting tunes.

He looked down at her gently, bringing her closer to him, as they swayed. He felt whole, he felt save and comforted, and most of all, he felt loved by the woman in his arms.

“I love you,” he whispered gently into her ear as she whispered it back, smiling against him.

When he’d written his letter to Spencer over a year ago, he’d left a broken man, with no hope, no belief and no happy ending. But he’d found it again in her, he found his belief in happy endings, because she was it, his happy ending, through even the darkest time in his life, she was his light, his beacon in the storm, and he’d never let her go.

#criminal minds x reader #criminal minds #jason gideon x reader #jason gideon #Jason Gideon x Wife!Reader

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guilty-pleasures21 · 2 months

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Something like coming home

I'm, like, 'superposting' now, then I'm just gonna ghost you guys for 2 weeks 🙃.

Part 1 - the turning point

Part 2 - keeping secrets

Part 3 - exposed!

Part 4 - dating

Warnings: none.

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“Right.” Bruce clapped his hands together. “Now that we’re all here, let’s get to the assignments.” She shouldn’t look at him. She didn’t normally take special notice of his arrival. Did she? Oh no. Would it be weird if she didn’t look at him? Would everyone find it suspicious if she didn’t take the time to acknowledge his presence? Maybe she should just give him a nod. One of those chill ones exchanged between bros.

She looked up, resolute in her decision. But then her gaze met his, already fixed on her, a devilish grin on his face. She breathed in and out, slow, controlled. She could hear Bruce talking in the background, going through the schedule for the night before he began designating everyone their missions. But he’d pair her with Jason. He always paired her with Jason. And, of course she’d never minded before, him being her best friend in the whole world, but … her eyes flickered to him again and her stomach flipped at the look on his face. They would definitely not get any work done tonight.

She dragged her attention to the rest of the room, carefully considering who would be her best option as a partner tonight. Stephanie? No, she’d know something was off straight away. She was the one who was always trying to matchmake them, after all. Oh god. She’d be so happy to know she’d been right the whole time. X moved on to her next choice. Tim? He was oblivious enough about social situations, so he probably wouldn’t be suspicious at first … but he was the smartest of them all and he’d be sure to figure it out soon enough. And besides, he was also the absolute worst at keeping secrets. No. He was definitely out. That left her with …

“I call Damian and Duke!” She swivelled around and pointed to them, as if making sure everyone understood who she was talking about. It was perfect. Damian was, like, ten years old. There was no way he would care about her love life. And Duke was too innocent; too naive. He’d be much too focused on trying to do a good job than worrying about her behaviour being a little off. A silence fell over the room as everyone exchanged confused glances with one another. Maybe she shouldn’t have been so eager in her declaration. She clenched her jaw, trying to stifle the suspicious smile that she knew was threatening to overtake her features. Darn her inability to keep secrets from the ones she cared about. Damian crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows, his gaze bouncing between her and Jason.

“Did you and Todd get into a fight?” Oh god. He was right behind her now. She could feel his warm breath trailing down her neck, his familiar scent washing over her senses, and it took everything in her to stop the shiver from running down her spine. She bit down on her tongue, redirecting her senses to the bitter pain instead.

“Yeah,” Jason agreed, the hint of mischief in his voice just enough for only her to notice. “Did I do something to make you mad last night?” Shit. She really was going to kill him one of these days.

She clenched her jaw and prayed to all the gods in the universe that no one else would pick up on the teasing note in his voice. On the low, husky timbre that whispered reminders to her of all the things he’d done last night. Of all the things they’d done last night. She dug her fingernails into her palms.

“Last night?” Tim asked quickly, his attention shifting between the two of them. “What happened last night?” Jason folded his arms across his chest and turned to look at Tim, a devious smile tugging on the corner of his lips. Oh, this was going to be so much fun.

He returned his gaze to X, taking far too much pleasure in her nervous fidgeting. She was so close to him that if he just lifted his hand, he’d be able to slide it around her waist and drag her into his chest, pulling her close so he could press a kiss to her cheek. But he worried that she might spontaneously combust if he tried to do that right now. No. It was much more enjoyable to watch the blush claw itself up her face as he discreetly ran his fingers along her lower back.

“Um,” she hesitated, trying to take her attention off the touch of his fingers against her and onto inventing a plausible lie. “Jason got stung by Poison Ivy.” Well, the best lies were the ones closest to the truth, weren’t they? She could still stick to her story. All she had to do was make sure to leave out the more … graphic details. She continued.

“He came over to ask me to help patch him up.” So that was the story she was going for. He wasn’t surprised, considering her chronic inability to lie. But it was impressive: the loopholes she always managed to find to skirt around that particular problem. She nudged her elbow into his abdomen, warning him to not make things any worse. But he was tempted. So very tempted thinking about the pink that would colour her cheeks, the embarrassed smile that would pull on her lips. But then:

“You fought Poison Ivy?” Bruce asked, his eyebrows drawing together in a frown. “Why didn’t you tell anyone?”

Jason pulled his gaze away from X and turned to Bruce. Hold on a minute. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. They were supposed to be teasing X, building up her frustration against him so she’d get mad at him later, her thick brows knitting together in anger, her round eyes glaring at him enticingly, her nose scrunching up adorably. He was not supposed to be getting the ‘the reason we share our location is so we can help each out, Jason’ lecture from Bruce for the millionth time.

“I did!” he argued quickly, trying to regain control of the situation. “I told X!” He looked to her, waiting for her to back him up. But she just peeked up at him with her large brown eyes, her features schooled into the most fake expression of innocence he’d ever seen on her.

“You just told me that Ivy was causing trouble at the botanical gardens,” she replied, “and the next thing I knew, you showed up at my house all drugged up.” It was the wrong thing to say.

“You got drugged up?!” Stephanie asked, panic in her voice. “What happened? How bad was it?” Perfect. Now everyone was studying him with worried glances, curious to know about all the events that had transpired last night. X might have had the upper hand earlier, but now two could play at this game. Jason folded his arms across his chest and gave her a knowing smirk.

“Do you want to tell them what happened or should I?” Her eyes widened with fear. Oh no. Oh god, no. There was no way in hell anyone in this room was ever going to find out about what had happened last night. Not if she had anything to say about it!

“It was fine!” she blurted out quickly, waving off their concerns a little too enthusiastically. “He slept it off. He’s fine. So, anyway, the missions?” She tried to redirect their attention back to the more important matter at hand, desperate to change the subject without drawing any more suspicion, but it was a futile effort.

“We’d better check to make sure your system’s completely clean.” Bruce decided, putting aside the assignments for now. “Do you have any idea what drug it was?” Jason didn’t reply. Instead, he kept his gaze fixed on X and raised an eyebrow at her in invitation to respond to the question for him.

“Bruce, seriously, it’s fine,” X reassured him, injecting as much firmness into her voice as possible. “Let’s just continue with the assignments. Damian, Duke and I can take downtown?” Jason folded his arms across his chest and fixed X with a challenging glare.

“So you’re really not going to partner with me tonight,” he said slowly, giving her the chance to reconsider. X clenched her fists and reflected his expression back at him, refusing to back down.

“It’s for team cohesiveness, Jason,” she insisted. Stephanie glanced between the two of them, noticing the ever-growing tension. Then she shook her head and stepped in between the both of them.

“No. I am not getting in between whatever this is,” she declared resolutely. “Cass, you can partner with Jace. I’ll take Tim and X can take the boys. Let’s go, Tim.” She grabbed his hand and began dragging him away, not giving anyone the chance to argue before she’d disappeared from the Batcave. Bruce turned to the rest of them with confused and tired eyes. X shrugged and began heading to the exit herself, gesturing for Duke and Damian to catch up to her.

“Let’s go, guys,” she suggested, following Stephanie’s lead. “We can start with the bank.”

Cass turned to Jason once they were alone, oblivious to whatever was going on between him and X. “You want to take the docks?”

Jason sighed at the suggestion.

“Fine,” he relented begrudgingly. “We’ll take the docks.”

The rest of the night had passed by in an uneventful blur, the entire city seeming to have been asleep - for once. So it wasn’t long before everyone had returned to the Batcave, all of them giving their designated areas the all-clear for the night. Thankfully, Duke and Damian had had no clue of what she and Jason had been up to last night - as she’d expected - but the relief could only last so long, and she’d felt her stomach roil with nerves when she’d seen him already waiting in the Batcave for her.

“Finally,” Jason had grumbled as he’d made his way over to her, frustrated from having spent the past few hours thinking about all the things he’d like to do to her. “Let’s go. I’ll take you home.” No one had batted an eye as he’d gestured for her to follow after him: he always dropped her off after patrol, the two of them being the only ones who didn’t live at the mansion and public transport not running this late. But then he’d driven straight home - his home - taking each turn a little too sharply so she had to cling to him that much tighter. Jason switched off the ignition once they’d reached the parking lot and removed his helmet, then waited silently. When X didn’t move, he turned back in his seat and gestured for her to get off, puzzled as to the delay. She huffed in annoyance, but took her hands off his waist and swung her leg over the side, waiting for an explanation. Jason got off the bike, locked it up and, without a word, began walking away, not even checking behind him to see if she’d followed.

“Um, hello?” X asked, running forward and waving her hand in front of his face. “Jason? Did you, maybe, forget something?” Like her? Sure, she’d slept over at his place before - in the guest room, might she clarify - but that was only when they ran late and she didn’t want him driving her throughout the city at two in the morning. But it wasn’t even midnight yet and besides, he’d agreed to drop her off at her place. In front of everyone who knew where both of them lived and exactly how to find them if they wanted to. Jason stopped and fixed his gaze on her, pursing his lips in thought. Then he raised a hand to his chin and narrowed his eyes, putting on a show of contemplating the question.

“I don’t think so,” he replied slowly, suffusing his tone with just a hint of hesitation. Then he shrugged and dropped his arms before continuing to make his way towards the lift. X scoffed in indignation, watching him stride off without a care in the world. God, he could be so infuriating sometimes! She ran out in front of him, stopping him in his path once again.

“You were supposed to drop me off? At my own place?” she reminded him, folding her arms across her chest. She knew exactly what game he was trying to play; she could see it in the twinkle in his eyes and the twitch of his lips as he looked down at her. Did he think she wouldn’t be able to see right through him? Her best friend? The one she’d taken the time to learn everything about so very carefully? He gave into his smile, letting it take over his features entirely as he looked down at her.

“Was I?” he asked, hooking his fingers into her belt loops and pulling her closer to him. “Hmm, I think I’ll keep you tonight.” He slid his arms around her waist and her stomach fluttered in response, a smile tugging on her own lips at the delight in his expression. She pressed her lips together tightly, trying to hide her reaction. But her hands glided up his chest of their own accord, coming around the back of his neck as her body settled perfectly against his. She huffed, trying to maintain her facade of annoyance at him.

“I hate you,” she grinned, her efforts at staying mad at him futile. He lowered his mouth to her neck, pressing his lips to the smooth skin below her ear.

“Mmm,” he groaned softly, brushing his lips down the length of her neck. “Great. I’ve heard that hate sex is incredible. I can’t wait to try it with you.”

She gasped at his naughty words, still not quite believing that she’d had sex with him - that he wanted to have sex with her again! Her best friend! She dug her fingers into the muscles of his broad shoulders, a shiver running down her spine at the feeling of him chuckling against her. He brushed his nose up her neck and nipped at her ear before straightening to rest his lips on her forehead.

“Let’s go, princess,” he mumbled against her before turning her around and steering her to the lift.

He pushed her against the wall once the doors had closed, placing one hand on the surface behind her so he could lean over her and start kissing her. She clutched onto his jacket as he moved his mouth against hers, then let out a squeak when he arched her back to slide his tongue even deeper into her mouth. He groaned at the taste of her, biting on her bottom lip and tugging on it with his teeth. Then he turned her around to start backing her out of the lift and towards his apartment. He kept his lips on hers as he guided her to the entrance, his hand leaving her waist only to unlock the door before he curled it back around her again. She reached up to remove his jacket, her warm hands sliding along his shoulders to take it off, and he shrugged it off before picking her up and sitting her down on his kitchen island. He wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled her body flush against his, his tongue continuing to brush against hers as he reached up to undo her zip.

“Jason,” she said, moving her hands to his chest to try to push him away. “Jason, wait!” He stopped, lowering his head to her shoulder and sighing as he wrapped his arms around her waist.

“What?” he huffed, impatient to get her clothes off. She was just so beautiful, he couldn’t wait to feel her pretty little body all pressed up against his again; her smooth skin and her soft curves and her sweet, sweet taste. F*ck, he was getting hard just thinking about her.

She pushed his hands aside and hopped off the island, taking a few steps back to put some distance between them. He sighed and fixed her with an expectant look and her stomach fizzed at the sight. How could he like her so much? With his pretty eyes and his sexy smirk and his frickin’ hot body? She was still finding it a little difficult to wrap her head around it, but that didn't mean she wasn't going to tease him.

“I just want to take a shower." She shrugged and began inching her way closer to his bedroom. Jason followed after her, gesturing for her to lead the way.

“Great. I'll join you.” He was so nonchalant, the way he said it, and she felt another swarm of butterflies flutter through her insides. How could he be so casual about it? About them having sex?! Like it was just something they'd always done? She stopped walking, causing him to pause in his tracks as well, then she dashed to his bedroom to grab her spare clothes from his closet.

“Wha- X!?” He chased after her, trapping her against the cupboard when she'd closed the doors, his brows furrowed in a frown. “What are you doing?”

“I'm just going to go shower,” she repeated, her eyes wide with faux innocence as she looked up at him. She pressed her lips together tightly as she clutched her clothes to her chest, trying to stop them from curving into a wicked smile. Then she flicked her tongue out to lick them before biting down on her bottom lip. It was a habit she had, one that always had him freezing up when he saw it, his brain suddenly overrun with thoughts about what it would feel like to run his tongue all over her lush lips. Normally, he'd shake it off, chalking it up to him being too exhausted or some other bullshit excuse. But this time, this time he could actually reach out and cup her chin in his hand, tilt her head up so he could part her lips with his and slide his tongue into her mouth.

He kissed her hungrily, his tongue tangling with hers as he trailed his fingers down her front. He tugged her clothes away from her and tossed them onto the bed behind him, leaving her hands free to slide up his chest and around his neck. He moaned at the feeling of her slender fingers brushing against his body and wrapped his arms around her, bending her backwards so he could kiss her even deeper. She whimpered as he pulled on her lower lip with his teeth and he chuckled before lifting her up and tossing her onto his bed.

“F*ck. I've been thinking about you all night, sweetheart,” he admitted, undoing his belt and throwing it aside. He crawled on top of her and slid a hand up her back as he bent over to settle his lips back on hers, his fingers trying to find her zip again.

“F*cking teasing me like that,” he continued, moving his lips to her neck as he pulled her zip down. “Taking a mission with Damian and Duke instead of me. Mmm, don't tease me like that, baby.” She giggled as he nipped at her neck and curled his fingers around her waist, her senses overwhelmed by the familiar musky scent of him.

“But … But I knew you wouldn't … concentrate, Jay …” she tried to argue in between gasps, “if you just … If we had …” Her back arched off the mattress as her hips searched for his, seeking relief in the form of his body pressing tightly against hers. She ran her hands up the hard muscles in his back, sighing at the defined curves and ridges of them, then fumbled with his zip, trying to undo it as well. He sat up once she'd gotten it all the way down, pulling the sleeves off and then sitting back to take his pants off. That was when she took the opportunity to snatch her clothes back and roll off the bed, dashing over to the bathroom before he could catch up with her.

“Wha- X!” He jumped off the bed and leapt across the room, catching the door before she could close it on him. He frowned at her, his expression thunderous, and pushed the door open, closing it behind him before he started backing her against the wall. “Why do you keep trying to run away from me?”

He placed his hands on the wall behind her, stepping close enough to her to pin her against the hard surface with his body. She turned her head to the side and clenched her fists, trying to resist from running her hands all over his muscular body. God, he felt good, the hard planes of his chest pressing into her. Not to mention the other hard part of him she could feel pressing into her, making sure she knew exactly what he wanted to do to her right then. She swallowed hard.

“What?” she asked him, doing her best to feign indignation. “How could you accuse me of such a … such a hateful thing?” He rolled his eyes at her standard dialogue, but couldn't stop the snort of amusement that escaped his throat upon hearing it.

“You're such an idiot,” he said, turning her face up to his. She gasped, her eyes lighting up with mischief, the corners of her lips twitching with a wicked smile.

“And I'm the hateful one?” He took a step back, pulling her closer to him so he could start taking her suit off as well.

“The most hateful of all the haters,” he affirmed, backing her into the shower to ravish her for the rest of the night.

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starpearlz · 1 year

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Spooky story at the camp fire scares the reader so much they can't sleep and Xaxier spends all night looking after them (lots of fluff with a bunch if teasing)

Lake Erie legend -> Xavier Thorpe

Nevermore summer camp Masterlist

A/n - sorry this took forever been a busy bee 1.5k

“These are not scary at all.” You said bluntly, staring in front of you too look at Kent rolling his eyes. “I told you I’m not creative enough for this!” The siren said as he tossed the flashlight to Ajax who was right next to him. “But really, the most known horror character in history!” You argued back, “but I thought it was the best one! We are at a summer camp you know, by a lake!” He said throwing his hands up in defense. Making Xavier chuckle who sat on his right.

“But we could totally survive Jason! Ajax could just stone him or something!” You yelled back making Wednesday rolled her eyes “I’m going to sleep.” She said getting up from the right side of the log and started walking to the cabin. You turned to Enid who had marshmallows stuffed in her mouth, they were for making s’mores, the perfect opportunity to make them with the warm fire in front of us, but Enid started eating them all. She quickly got up with two marshmallows in her mouth, “wait for me-“ she muffled before turning back to take the marshmallow bag with her.

“Well, we lost our marshmallows now..” you mumbled, Xavier pursed his lips together moving next to you where Enid was siting. You turned to look at him thinking he was looking at you, but he had his head straight staring at the fire you noticed his leg bouncing up and down. You turned to Ajax who had the flashlight in his face, “let me tell you about Lake Erie legend.” You sighed turning to face him to listen.

“A group of sailors were taking a boat ride on a lake, when a black Newfoundland dog fell overboard and the crew ignored him as he drowned. After the incident, people near the lake reported hearing howls throughout the night.” He paused turning to you, seeing that your actually listening and not groaning. You heard a howl throughout the forest making you turn around to see nothing.

“This dog currently haunts this lake” you turned back to see him point to to the lake next to us, “the legends said, that if anyone goes near this lake; the dog will think it’s one of the men that Ignored him. And will take revenge to those sailors who let him drown.” You rolled your eyes. “I’ve been here a million times no dog has killed me yet-“ you stopped as you felt claws pick you up and threw you into the lake. You picked your head back up to see wolf ears in the water, your eyes widen scared you dunk your head back in the water to see a rainbow haired wolf.

You piped your head back up splashing her getting out of the water, as you heard everyone laugh. “Oh you were scared!” Ajax said laughing holding his stomach as Xavier threw a towel over your shoulder. “So not funny” you said putting the towel closer to you. “It really is” Kent said in the middle of laughing with him. You heard a little giggle next to, you turned your head to him and hit him in stomach as you turned away back to your cabin. “You guys are assholes!” You yelled at them.

You opened your cabin door to see Wednesday reading a black book on her bed with thing on her shoulder. “You two should’ve worn me.” You said getting dry clothes out. “I would’ve but then I remembered when you forced me to do arts and crafts.” You sighed going to the bathroom to take a shower.

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‘Damn Ajax and Enid’, you thought tossing and turning in your bed. You couldn’t stop thinking about that damn dog, you were just out there with Xavier a couple of nights ago. He’s not real, yet you can’t stop thinking about you. Groaning as you got up quickly getting your jacket again leaving the cabin. You only tried to sleep for an hour but you knew if you stayed in bed you wouldn’t sleep all night.

You didn’t go to the dock this time because you didn’t want to fall in or to the campfire in the forest, it’s way too dark to be in the forest. You sat on the bench in the middle of all the cabins and watched the lake. You wish you brought a flashlight not being able to see nothing but pitch black. You heard rustling next to you making you gasp and turn to the sound. “Don’t panic it’s just me.” With a click a flashlight was on and you Xavier with a flashlight pointed to his face.

You sighed, “do you have a tracking device on me where you can see when I leave the cabin or what?” He chuckled taking a seat next to you, he put the flashlight in between the two of you facing the water. “No I don’t, but I knew you weren’t gonna be able to sleep tonight, especially bc of how ‘scared’ you got.” He chuckled emphasizing the scared part making your mouth drop open. “I was not scared ok.”

“Mhm, sure you weren’t.” He said giving a smirk and crossing his arms. “I wasn’t!” “You so we’re!” You shook your head as he chuckled, “why are you awake?” You asked changing the subject. As he shrugged, “I don’t know, couldn’t sleep..” he said leaning more on the bench. “Why, you didn’t get scared.” “Couldn’t stop thinking about your face when you got thrown in the lake.” He said facing the lake as you turned to him. “Ohh, you were thinking about me, that’s why you couldn’t sleep.”

“No, no I was not thinking about you.” “But, you kinda were thinking about my face.” You argued back turning to him as he sat up more shaking his head. “I only thought about your scared face-“ “ha! So you admit it you were thinking about me.” You said as you both started laughing. “Alright fine, I was thinking about your scared face.” You groaned as he laughed.

“Why didn’t you warn me about them?” You said turning your body to him “they didn’t tell me.” He said bluntly. “Be fucking for real right now, Ajax your best friend and he’s your roommate you had to have known.” He shook his head “I swear on Nevermore I didn’t know. And plus if I did know I would’ve told you.” Making you confused “why?” Your question made him confused “why what?” “Why would you have told me?”

He shrugged, “I don’t know.. I just think that if this happened to me and you didn’t tell me I would’ve been.. I don’t know, upset?” Back to you now being confused “why would you be upset?” He thought for a second pursing his lips. “I consider you a close friend.. and stuff..” he trailed of staring at the ground. “But we just started talking again recently, you already consider me a close friend?” You said confused.

“Of course I do I’ve known you for like ever,” “then why did you stop talking to me when you and Bianca started dating?” He got tense for a second, “I was hoping you wouldn’t notice..” that statement made you make a face. “Of course I noticed, we we’re friends and you just stopped sitting next to me.”

“Last year, Bianca had asked me to stop talking to you.. because I kinda, had a crush on you..” you thought back, now it all makes so much sense when he would give you little flowers that ‘he found on thornhill gave him’ or when he would give you all the answers without a second thought, and he saved your seat everyday.

“Um.. I had no idea..” you said crossing your arms as he made a face, “I think it was actually pretty obvious.. or maybe your just oblivious.” You scoffed “I am not oblivious!” You argued back making him chuckle. You yawned “at these moments I really wish I had my phone, I would kill to listen to music again.” You sighed rubbing your eyes leaning on the bench as Xavier got up. “I have an idea, but you cannot laugh at me.” He said getting up and he walked to his cabin as you sighed snuggling closer to your jacket.

Xavier came back with a blanket and something else that you can’t see. “Here..” he said throwing the blanket on you. “Oh.. thank you.” You mumbled “why would I make fun of you?” He chuckled “well, this was my moms, she would take it to Nevermore when she was younger.” He pulled out a cassette player.

“Wait that’s actually sick.” You said tired as he pulled out earbuds. He plugged them in and handed on to you and put on the other one. He pressed play and put it next to the flashlight. He got closer as a song played that you didn’t now. “I like this song..” you mumbled as your eyes closed, your head got heavy and decided to put your head on Xavier shoulder falling asleep.

#[ nevermore summer camp ]#xavier thorpe x reader #[ xavier 🫀 ]#percy hynes white x reader #wednesday #wednesday netflix

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pariahsparadise · 2 years

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rose's scorn

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word count: 1.9k

pairings: jason todd x f!reader

warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. p in v, oral (fem!receiving) sex. minor spoilers for titans s2. is badly written a warning? unedited.

a/n: titans as a show is so shit. the plot is all over the place, the characters and relationships are cringe and form too quickly and everything is just so unrealistic, i hate it so fucking much. that being said, it did give us shirtless curran walters. i imagine this takes place around s2 e11. enjoy??

“We only have two rooms available, unfortunately.”

You groaned inwardly, sparing a glance over your shoulder at Jason and Rose, the latter of which was batting her eyelashes, her hand provocatively dancing over Jason’s bicep. You suppressed an eye roll at the sight and turned to face the apologetic receptionist, answering her with a “Fine. We’ll take them.”

You turned to face the “couple” behind you again, “You two can share?”

“What?” Jason said, his eyes running over your face, at the same time that Rose squealed, “Yes.” You took that as your answer.

The three of you had found yourself in a pretty luxurious hotel after leaving Titans tower. Dick had finally come clean with the team, unveiling the true events leading up to Jericho’s death, and you couldn’t stand being in that space any longer. You had been a part of the Titans before Jason had, so you and Jericho had come to be good friends. In fact, you were one of the first to tell Dick you were leaving, Jason immediately piping up behind you, “I’m going with her.”

The warm feeling that enveloped your chest was soon dissipated when Rose asked to join you. Without so much as a glance back at Jason, you assented, figuring that’s what he’d want. After all, Rose hadn’t really kept quiet about their kiss. She kept asking Rachel for advice on what to do while you were literally right there- not wanting to hear any of it.

Because the thing was, unlike what Rose believed, she wasn’t the only one to have kissed Jason.

The two of you had known each other for a while now, and you hadn’t been able to pinpoint exactly when your friendship had grown into…something more. One heated kiss during training, another when Jason had injured himself, leading to you standing in between his legs, his chest trembling as your fingers applied a balm to his bare skin- and before you knew it, his hand was cupping your cheek and his lips were on yours, devouring you like a man starved.

That was it, though. The two of you hadn’t spoken about either incident, wanting to stick with your comfortable, safe relationship of friends. Sure, maybe you had thought that the two of you would eventually wake up and realise what you had been missing out all along, just like in the movies. Maybe you had believed the two of you would eventually end up together, just like you belonged.

Now, it seemed unlikely, what with a certain thorny Rose in the way.

The knocks on your door come in threes, in rapid succession.

You open it to reveal Jason Todd, standing in your doorway in a grey T-shirt and shorts, presumably his nightclothes.

“Yes?” you ask, crossing your arms over your chest, cheeks heating up when Jason’s eyes flash downwards for a split second.

“Can I- Can we share the room instead?”

You blink at him, taken aback by the question. Wouldn’t he like to share with Rose? Now that they were practically together, this just didn’t make sense. Plus, would she even be okay with him coming here?

“What about Rose?” you voice your last concerns out loud, darting a glance out into the hallway, in the direction of her room, “I thought she wanted to share with you?”

“She did,” Jason allows, “It was me who didn’t want to.”

“Why not?” you ask, staying rooted to the spot as Jason moves closer to you.

He husks a half-laugh, an incredulous look in his eye as if he can’t believe what you’re asking of him, before he lowers his face so his lips are inches apart from yours.

“She isn’t you, idiot.”

Your eyes must be comically wide by now, you’re sure, but all you can say is, “Oh.”

The glint in Jason’s eye vanishes and his lip curls up in a slight frown, evidently disappointed by your lack of reciprocation, and his feet shift like he’s about to step away from you. You don’t give him the chance, though, your hands shooting out to fist into his shirt, pulling him down to meet your lips.

He responds in a frenzy, his mouth moving much faster than yours as he walks you backwards into the room, leaving you no choice but to increase your pace until you match his desperation. One of his hands wraps around your waist, the other curls at the back of your head before he pushes you up against the door to shut it, kissing you viciously, his hands taking the brunt of the force so you don’t get hurt.

It’s a small gesture, one you can barely focus on because God, he knows how to kiss, but it warms your heart just the same.

Jason’s hips rut into yours harshly, and you bite down on your lip to stop an embarrassing sound from escaping. He notices, unhooking it with his thumb before snatching it up in another kiss, his teeth scraping along your lower lip.

“You drive me crazy,” he gasps, pulling you away from the door and twirling the two of you around, walking you backwards to the bed. You’re pushed down into the mattress, given no opportunity to protest before he’s stalking up your body, meeting your lips again as he uses his weight to keep you pressed down.

“Take this off,” he says, tugging at the hem of your shirt, and you immediately go to comply before stopping in your tracks.

“Wait,” you say, and Jason stills on top of you, concern overtaking his original expression of desire. When he speaks, his words are unsteady, “Shit, are you okay? Are we going too fast?”

“No,” you say immediately, your hand reaching up to trace reassuring circles along his cheekbone, “No, this is fine. Can you- can you just turn off the lights?”

Jason frowns down at you, “But then I won’t be able to see you.”

“Exactly,” you say, “That’s the entire point. Can you please get them?”

“Y/N,” Jason says slowly, “I want to see you.”

You sigh, your eyes travelling beyond Jason’s face to stare at the ceiling behind him as you quietly admit, “I’m not much to look at.”

“Babe?” Jason gets your attention back, your chest warming at the nickname, “That’s utter bullshit.”

You open your mouth to argue, but Jason silences you with a kiss, his hips dipping to meet yours in soft grinds, so all the words that come out of your mouth after are unintelligible. He seems entirely too cocky about that, ridding himself of his shirt swiftly. Yours is thrown off shortly after, tossed in the same direction that his clothes went.

Jason audibly sputters as he realises you aren’t wearing a bra, his hands coming up to smoothe over your ribs to your breasts almost reverently. You arch your back as you let out a choked moan, only to gasp as Jason lowers his mouth to kiss around your right mound, before sucking at your nipple, his teeth coming into play moments after to scrape at the same area.

He alternates his attention between the two, the one without his mouth earning his hand instead, and you are utterly convinced that you are going to die in this bed.

“No bra,” he says into your skin as his mouth marks you, “It’s almost like you planned for this to happen.”

“No,” you weakly protest as Jason kisses down your stomach, his hands pulling off your pants and underwear in one smooth motion before pushing your thighs apart. You shut your eyes as you feel his mouth at the inside of your right thigh, needing to get the words out, you gasp, “I’m not the one who showed up with a condom in my pockets.”

Jason laughs, sending vibrations through your cunt and you jolt, earning his hand draping over your waist to hold you in place.

“Nothing gets past you, huh?” he says affectionately, licking a harsh stripe up your cunt before you can respond. It’s not like you’d be able to anyways, his mouth and fingers work in tandem to keep you speechless. He kisses your cunt sloppily, fingers slipping in and out in lazy thrusts as he works harder with his tongue. At one point, he pulls away completely, leaving you to whine at the empty feeling. He just laughs before slapping your pussy, making you cry out and tense every muscle in your fucking body, before his mouth is back to work, soothing the sting he left. You cum not long after, hard, and he works you through it meticulously, kissing your thighs as you come down from your high.

When he crawls up your body again, you’re ready, wanting to repay him for what might as well have been the best orgasm of your life. Your hands find his shoulders and you whip the two of you around, leaving you on top. You straddle him, revelling in the gasp he lets out, before you lean forward to make out with him again. You shift your hips just so, and he ruts his up into yours, your eyes widening at just how large he is. Slipping your hand down, you palm him through his shorts, his head falling back against the headboard with a thud, as if all his strength just seeped out of him. It returns just when you sneak a hand into his boxers, cupping around his cock, before his eyes fly open. “No, no,” he says, flipping the two of you back around, “Absolutely not.”

He whips his remaining clothes off with little flourish, only at the last second remembering the condom in his pocket. He rips it open with his teeth, the action turning you on more than it probably should have, before he slides it on and enters you.

“Oh fuck,” you moan, muscles tensing as he slides in, staying in place for a few moments to gauge your reaction. When you nod at him, he starts moving ever so gently, his hands pushing your thighs further apart. His thrusts are languid and torturous, you can feel every vein of his cock, every twitch it makes as you shift underneath him.

Boldly, you twine your legs around his waist and lock them, forcing him even deeper into you and he groans. It takes a few more slow, rolling thrusts before you break, your cunt tightening around him, the sensation bringing him to his own high.

“Oh God,” you say, clapping a hand over your mouth. It’s an hour later, you and Jason are back in your bed again. You had headed to the shower together to “get cleaned up” which, in reality, resulted in round two. After that, you actually cleaned up, before sneaking under the covers again, truly exhausted and in dire need for rest after your…activities.

“What?” Jason asks you, looking bemused as he pulls your hand off your mouth. He kisses it, and you feel a strange giddiness, but you push it away to answer him.

“Rose,” you tell him, “She’s right down the hall. Shit, do you think she heard us?”

“I hope she did,” Jason says, “Maybe she’ll get the hint. And if she doesn't, we can always try again tomorrow.”

“I’m going to hold you to that, Todd.”

“Wouldn’t want it any other way, L/N.”

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lurkinglurkerwholurks · 6 months

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Kitten

First posted: March 22, 2019

Focuses on: Bruce Wayne and the Fam (plus a new addition)

Favorite bookmark: "GIVE BRUCE A BABY GIRL!!!! HE IS A DESTINED GIRL DAD AND DESERVES MORE DAUGHTERS!!!! AND HE NEEDS A BABY!!!!!!"

Tier: This is #11 in terms of hits and bookmarks?? How?? #9 in terms of kudos? #19 in comments?????? #14 in subscriptions. I am baffled by this.

This is my “behind the scenes” series where I indulge myself horribly by annotating my fics. Link to the fic itself above. Thoughts below the cut.

Apparently by this point I had secured a friendship with @audreycritter because she was the one who told me about the existence of Helena Kyle, Selina's daughter, and some comic book nonsense about her maybe or maybe not being Bruce's daughter also and how in some universes Bruce helps her get adopted out and no??? J'refuse????? This is the kind of canon nonsense fic was made to fix.

The decision was a spontaneous one. Rare, for Bruce, but not as rare as some might think. Nor were his decisions—including this one—as free from consideration as the label “spontaneous” might imply. While it was true that Bruce liked to put more deliberate, conscious thought into his life choices, the pieces had already been there, facts lurking in his subconscious like mayfly larva. When the moment had arisen, those facts had sprouted wings and coalesced into a swarm.

As anyone following along has clocked, the majority of my fics start with the author going "Now let me explain something I need you to understand."

Besides, it wasn’t like he didn’t have a history of making this kind of choice before.

We stan a self-aware man.

He wouldn’t make the same mistakes as before, even if it had taken him multiple times to learn his lesson.

I do want to write that fic someday. I had a specific framework mentally charted out that would partly involve Dick learning about Jason Todd's arrival. Someday.

“Bruce!” Dick’s voice was bright and warm, flooding through the interior like sunshine.

Bruce Wayne loves Dick Grayson so. freaking. much.

He could hear Dick shifting, probably settling against a wall or filing cabinet, before prodding, “No offense, but you’re not one for mid-day, no-reason calls. What’s up?”

Ah, that familiar "okay, who died" anxiety provoked by the unexpected call of someone who doesn't do unexpected calls.

“Bruce, tell me I did not just hear what I thought I heard.” Dick’s voice was flat and preternaturally calm, a detective arriving at the scene of a crime, analyzing and struggling to withhold judgement.

Dick: oh no who died

Dick, two seconds later: oh my god not again

“You were my first call.” Bruce offered the fact quickly, an olive branch to shelter under. He kept one hand on the wheel, one hand on the fussing baby in the backseat, and his focus on getting through this call. “I know I… haven’t handled this sort of thing well before. With you.”

Whatever else he may be, Bruce Wayne is a Dad Who Tries!!!!!

He was fumbling, words turning to sludge on his lips, gumming up with guilt and regret. It was always like that, for him. It was one of the reasons Bruce preferred the cowl. No one expected heartfelt speeches from a wraith out of Gotham’s darkest nightmares. Kids, though. Kids expected those sorts of things from their parents.

Always my favorite version of Bruce, this uneloquent and painfully aware version. Also, ironically, as best I remember this entire scene was one of the easier things I've written. I just watched it happen and took dictation.

He still had days with each of his children when seeing them at the breakfast counter or curled up in the den surprised him. That’s a living thing, he would think, and it’s mine, and he would be overwhelmed once more.

Literally me with my cats. The bit right before this about the choice crashing over him like a wave and taking him by surprise even years after the fact is a thing that happens to me. I adapt really quickly in the moment to various changes and then get hit with delayed, extended surprise. (But Bruce's literal surprised thoughts are me re: my cats.)

“As sure as I’ve ever been,” Bruce replied, and even he wasn’t sure which meaning he was reaching for.

Ah, duality. It's fun to think about which he might mean and which Dick might assume.

Still, it was a relief to have Alfred greet him at the door as if this were just another ordinary day and Bruce was not standing with his neck bent as a small child tugged on fistfuls of his hair.

What an an adorable art piece this would make. Not that I'm hinting. I just see it so clearly.

She was looking around with sedate interest, calm but alert, a monarch overlooking her domain. Or, Bruce realized with wry amusement, a cat eyeing a new box.

Please also know she's doing that little unbalanced head wiggle babies do when they're old enough to hold their head upright on their own but young enough to not do it well.

Bruce had planned on gathering all his children in the den, explaining as briefly as he could the circumstances of the baby’s arrival, and letting them make each other’s acquaintance. But his day had yet to go to plan, so why start now.

Drily wry Bruce is always so fun to write. He doesn't get to be as overtly funny as his kids, but I enjoy the humor.

It was an uncomfortable maneuver, since he had to bend further, almost double, to ease the tugging on his scalp until he could loose those little hands.

big man little baby BIG MAN LITTLE BABY

“I already have a sister,” he pointed out. Bruce was inclined to describe it as petulantly, but Damian managed to keep his bottom lip sucked in, if only just.

Damian: I claim none of you

Damian, confronted by a girl baby: HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO MY BELOVED SISTER

also he's jus' a babyyyy

Damian recoiled further, and Bruce let Batman fall from his shoulders like a loosened cape.

can't get enough of this crap

Bruce wrapped his arm around Damian’s middle and pulled the boy into his side. Damian turned away so he couldn’t look at the baby, who was gabbling to herself as she gummed on Bruce’s thumb. Bruce rested his jaw against Damian’s temple, both to keep the boy still and to keep his voice low. The Manor was the securest place in Gotham, other than the Cave, but he would not risk this.

Sometimes writing the logistics of physicality is so difficult, but when it works for me, boy does it work.

Bruce let the question settle against his skin like mist before answering the same way he would again and again for years to come. “She is now.” He didn’t know. He suspected Selina truly didn’t either. Whatever the case, it didn’t matter, in the same way it didn’t matter that his blood didn’t course through Dick’s veins, that he wasn’t responsible for Jason’s broad shoulders or Tim’s blue eyes or Cassie’s dark hair or Duke’s dimples. They were his. And now this child was, too.

I think, in canon, she's supposed to be his, maybe. Don't know for sure, don't really care, and I don't think Bruce would either, as stated above.

“You will be her big brother,” Bruce continued softly. “That is a solemn charge that you cannot take lightly. As closest to her in age, she’ll look up to you. As she grows, she’ll mimic you—your words, your actions, your behaviors. Which means you’ll be in a unique position, perhaps more than any of us, to influence the person she becomes. Do you understand?”

10000% shamelessly used this exact tactic on a nibling when they acquired a younger sibling.

That was something new, the idea of being able to name a child himself.

Isn't that fun! I love names and naming things. I'm delighted he gets this opportunity. (More on this in a minute.)

Somehow, choosing a name felt like a larger responsibility than all of his former child-rearing experience put together. My car is called the Batmobile, Bruce thought despairingly as he watched his children watch each other.

Did I mention that I love drily deadpan Bruce? That line still makes me laugh.

“So does she do anything?” Tim asked. He was eyeing the baby in the same way he might a particularly florid insect—with interest, scientific remove, and no small amount of wariness. Cass wrinkled her nose but didn’t comment. “She’s a baby,” Duke pointed out with the typical fond exasperation he had picked up once the shine of the Manor had worn off. “What do you expect her to do?”

I loved trying to figure out how each kid would react and if there were ways they might respond to the new baby that would be surprising but still sensible. I'm not sure if I managed that, but I'm still pleased with how they all ended up, this weird little family of only children.

Bruce’s brain made a sparking noise, like a fork left in the microwave.

BZZT DING DING A DING A BZZT DING

“Uh, yeah? Got back on Monday. Why?” Why, why, why. Why were his children so distrustful, that’s what Bruce wanted to know.

*taps the exhausted dry humor Bruce sign*

Bruce opened his eyes and stared at the baby shrieking inches from his face. Duke stood behind her, his hands clamped under her arms, and stared back impassively as she squealed into the phone.

Bruce has horrible children.

“B, what the—“ Bruce fought the urge to cover the baby’s ears, even though he was the only one who could hear the voice on the other end.

I love this stupid family.

There was an ominous gurgle from the baby. Duke looked at her, then at Bruce, then quickly handed her over. “Not it.”

I have literally watched hundreds of children in my life, related and unrelated. I have changed one (1) diaper, under duress, and immediately and deliberately forgot everything I was taught. J'refuse.

Helena, meaning bright, shining light, Bruce had explained almost bashfully to Selina. Selina, who had left town the same night Helena went home to the Manor but who saw each of Bruce’s texts and left the read receipt on so he would know. Selina, whose name meant moon. So she’ll always know where she came from.

Remember I said later? Later is now. As we were already spitting on canon, I was more than willing to change the kiddo's name if needed, but it turns out DC (I will be charitable and assume purposefully) chose a lovely, symbolic name that matched beautifully in a way that felt like Bruce. So I kept it. So Bruce did get to name a kid, but also not really because comics did it for him.

The legislation that he’d helped champion regarding the treatment of minors in the media hadn’t hurt either.

I think this was around the time there was a flurry of papparazzi nonsense and talk about this IRL with... Jolie kids or Cruise kids or something, I don't remember. Some grown adults being awful and pushy around famously related minors.

With each adoption, the celebrations had gotten smaller but more precious, the attendees a guard set in place, their names like a chant against hardship and a hymn of thankfulness.

I love this line, but I also think it's wrong now. I think the older Bruce gets, the more firmly he cements the relationships he trusts the most, but also the more he meets people deserving of that trust. Loner, low-key terrified Bruce wouldn't have held a gala to celebrate Dick's appearance. He would have gone full feral shields up. Maybe with Jason he would have given half a thought to expectations and appearances, but with a street kid like Jason, he would've wanted that child shielded from the horrible people in his social circle. And so on and so forth. By now he has his friends, but also his kids' friends, their allies both in domino and out.

Bruce vowed it, down in the deepest part of his heart, the core of him that let him lead a team of aliens and demigods, that made a double life possible and dressing as an armored animal a feasible life choice. A life choice he would not let the baby in his arms emulate.

I too sometimes have a deadpan sense of humor. Shocking, I know.

I take that final line not so much as full self-criticism but an acknowledgement that Bruce's children are all driven to the caped life in the same way he was—by trauma and loss and the need to fix Gotham—and all came to him with that drive already installed. With Helena, being separated from Selina is a trauma, even for an infant, but as is stated throughout the fic, Selina will remain fully present and involved as much as she wishes to be. And Bruce will brave hell and high water and even worse to keep this child from experiencing the kinds of trauma that brought his other children to him and into their other life.

She was already a wonder to him, his little moonbeam, a mystery wrapped in an enigma wrapped in a taffeta-heavy party dress with a matching headband.

The bookmark was right. Let this man be a girldad!!!! (I'd briefly considered writing a followup to this, where Cass had to sort complicated emotions about not being the only girl in the house. Never got enough reaction in the early days, though. Something about it or the tags or something attracted a larger than usual contingent of "okay but Bruce is a bad dad" crowd. Bleh.)

He realized he looked like his father, but with airbrushed grey hairs and crow’s feet lines that Thomas Wayne had never had the time to gather. He realized he looked happy.

me @ me: ow????

As stated in the before-cut stats, this ranks decently high in terms of all my fics????? Somehow????????? I can usually get a decent bead on reception just based on how option a fic shows up in my inbox or people reference it on Tumblr or whatever, but this one apparently was a sleeper to only me. Stunned. Bewildered.

#fanfic bts brain dump #batfam #fanfic #bruce wayne #helena wayne

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daydreamgoddess14 · 10 months

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Landslide pt. 4

MASTERLIST

Thank you everyone who's reading / enjoying this so far ❤️

Songs used in Chapter 4:

Taylor Swift - Karma

Chapter 4

You woke early, laying on your stomach with your face half buried in your pillow and half buried against a soft, warm ribcage. Deep breaths suggested Jason was still asleep, though his hand drew a gentle line up and down your spine. Now you were awake, you realised how ticklish it was, his fingertips barely touching you. Ticklish and something a lot less G rated. You vaguely wonder what time it is, but don't make any effort to find out. You bring your body more parallel to Jason's and lay your arm over his waist, pressing your face into his shoulder to avoid the sunlight. He must have felt the sharp light at the same time as he rolled up onto his side to face away from the window, taking you with him. You sigh in gratitude, feeling a deeper sleep take you again.

When you wake a second time, you've rolled over again, and his chest is flush against your back and his large hand on your thigh. Nothing had happened the previous night - or rather, nothing you hadn't anticipated or wanted. Somewhere in the midst of a very handsy make out, you'd admitted that you had thought about asking if he wanted to stay. The 'rejection,' you explained, was actually you rejecting your own idea. You'd decided not to ask not because you hadn't wanted him to stay, but because you had and the voice in your mind had berated you for moving too fast, being too easy, being too much - everything you’d been reprimanded for in a previous life. He hadn't laughed at you (of course), you’d checked the front cameras and when it became clear that the photographer’s were in for the long haul (they’d ordered pizza and beers) you’d both agreed that it was a more sensible idea for him to stay. It wasn’t like you didn’t have a guest room after all. You’d even shown him to the guest room, said goodnight and gone to your own room where you took out your contacts, changed into shorts and a tank top and sat in bed with your book open and your glasses on. After reading the same page about four times, you gave up. You pushed back the blankets and crept down the short hallway, trying to see under the door if he still had a light on. The sound of the door opening suddenly, and the tall figure in front of you made you shriek.

“Fuck me, you scared the crap out of me!” His warm laugh washed over you.

“Sorry, was coming to see if you were still awake,” you slip past him into the guest room and into the bed.

“Same, I couldn’t sleep.” He closed the bedroom door again and joined you, immediately taking your waist and pulling you close to him. You hadn’t even had a chance for your brain to start overthinking, the warmth of his body and his arms around you had you asleep in no time. You’d both stirred at various points through the night, waking to soft caresses and kisses before drifting back to sleep.

~~~~~~

Lily had arrived while you were still in the shower, she and Jason were talking quietly about the best way to get him out of the house when you bounced downstairs.

“So you,” she pointed at you, “have a meeting with the label in a couple of hours. It sounds like they might finally be on board with you speaking out. Apparently, silence is not so golden. And by golden, I mean they want to put the next album up for a shit ton of awards, and they can’t do that if they don’t actually let you speak.”

“The album I haven’t really written yet that’s bound to have lots of pointed references to that dickhead you mean?” Lily grinned, her eyes quickly looking to Jason.

“Amongst other things, I’m sure.” You didn’t need to respond, the shy smile said plenty and luckily for you, Jason was reading emails and not paying attention. “Have you thought about how you want to, y’know, open up about everything? And how much you want to say?” This time her look to Jason was not missed.

“This?” You gesture back and forth between you and Jason while looking at Lily. “Ok, this is extremely very new and I wouldn’t even know what to say or call it so it is in no way public information. I’m not going to go to battle with an ex and take a potential new… friend with me.” You finish limply. Jason laughs.

“Hey, whatever this even is, I don’t want you to worry about it or feel like you have to justify or talk about it. Hell, I don’t even think we’re ready to do that yet, right? No pressure, you need to focus on getting that asshole out of your life first and then we can figure out where or what we are and what we do about it. No rush, no pressure.” He says firmly. You visibly relax, knowing he’s right.

“Thank you,” you smile and then turn back to Lily, “ok, we’ve put a pin in that for now. In terms of how I speak out, I was thinking of a written piece? All facts and timelines, clear and concise.”

“They might want something with a bit more emotion behind it? Written is great, really, but you could consider an interview? Just one, with the right person.” Lily suggests, but you're hesitant. You really didn’t want to be in an interview situation with your emotions on show. “They’re going to push for it, that’s all I’m thinking. So it’s a wise idea to consider it, and if you did rule it out then you can give them your reasons for that.” While you’ve all been talking, Lily has tipped a few sweet pastries onto a plate for you all to share. You pick apart a croissant before talking again.

“It’s got to be the right person. I’m not fucking pouring my heart out on late night TV.”

“There’s a couple of daytime options which might be a good fit? Kelly Clarkson or Drew Barrymore. Both have had to deal with their own shit, they’re compassionate, the shows are informal and friendly.”

“Good choices,” Jason says, “if you were to consider it, I don’t think you could go wrong with either of them.”

“You think I should do an interview?” You ask, curiously.

“I think you could still be misrepresented even if you write something. It’s worth doing both so you have full control over how your words are interpreted.” They both let you think in silence for a few minutes, Lily with her notebook and phone detailing who needs call backs, and Jason back to his emails.

“Ok. Let’s do it.” You finally decide. Lily smiles supportively, “I want to do it sooner rather than later though, before I leave for London.” She agrees and makes the note.

“I feel like we should give Jason a full time job, he’s a great addition to the team.” She laughs as you throw a napkin at her.

“I’ll do it, I can get coffee, drive you places, all of that shit.”

“See! I can put my feet up and leave him to it!”

“Hmm, I’m sure I’d be in very capable hands” You reply with an eye roll.

“My hands are very capable.” He agreed. The three of you banter back and forth for a while and work out a plan to get Jason out of the house unseen, and it’s not long before you're in front of the head honchos of your record label discussing taking control of the situation with your ex. It takes some doing, but they finally begin to understand your desire to control the narrative yourself. They agree to your writing an op-ed piece but only on the condition that you also do a TV interview. You let them think they had the upper hand by agreeing with them, and pitched your suggested interviewers - highlighting their suitability and compassion towards the sensitive subject. By the evening, you’d won the war on your own terms but the dance you had to perform to make it all look and sound like their idea had exhausted you. You dropped into the bed in the guest room like a stone and slept solidly from 9pm, wrapped up in the lingering scent of Jason’s aftershave.

It seemed your new thing was rushed timings - from the song you were writing and recording for Ted Lasso, to your written piece and interview about your ex, to your accelerating situation with Jason. Despite sounding like a lot it all felt like each of them led neatly into the other. Without the song, you likely wouldn’t have met Jason and without meeting Jason you probably would have let the situation with your ex linger and fester. Confronting it all head on began to feel like the most suitable and natural solution. The words came to you easily enough, you didn’t want a fluffy, lengthy piece which tiptoed around the facts, you wanted it to be factual and cathartic. You kept in the back of your mind that you weren’t writing it for you, or even to expose him. It was about transparency and honesty - a way to make clear to your fanbase that you weren’t the witch he was making out but also a way to show others who might be in similar situations, that it was ok to get out and get help, that they weren’t alone and they should never be made to feel the way that you had by someone who supposedly loved them. It’s a week later when you lay on Jason’s sofa typing rapidly, your feet up on his lap while he was on a call with some of the editing team based elsewhere. It was hard not to rush into whatever was happening with him, the domesticity and intimacy felt more natural than any other relationship you’d ever experienced - whether that was working relationships, friendships, or more. It helped that you’d kept it quiet, you were existing in a bubble while you waited for the dust to settle around your ex and the end of the show. He worked long days, late into the evening and you were trying to maintain a respectful distance whenever he needed to focus. It allowed you time to focus on the songs for the album, the song for the show and your preparation for going on the Kelly Clarkson show the following week. You’d had a few sessions with a vocal coach to help exercise the muscles you’d hardly used recently, with each day that passed you felt more light coming down the path towards you. The article was complete at last. You’d read and proofread it so many times you were word blind so you dumped the laptop on his coffee table and wiggled down into the sofa cushions. His low, quiet voice soothed and you let your eyes close while you listened - like listening to editing points and storylines were a guided meditation. You’re half asleep when ideas for lyrics start to fill your brain, making you scrunch your nose in disgust at being disturbed. You manage to find your phone in the cushions and sit yourself up a little so you can type comfortably. Jason finishes his call while you’re still frantically typing into your notes app and tapping out a fingertip beat on your thighs. You pause when he gestures to your laptop on the table,

“May I?”

“Ugh. Yes, of course. It’s not like there’s stuff you don’t already know in there. It’s a lot to see it all written down though. I can’t read it again, it’s too much.”

“I get it. You don’t have to read it again, don’t do that to yourself.” He rests the laptop on your shins and you go back to the song. You don’t tell him it’s the one for the show, the words are falling out of your brain almost quicker than you can type them in and you keep going over sections to check it all fits. You send it straight off to Tom without finessing it - the rapport you’ve built up means you know he’ll understand what you’re doing, where you’re taking the song. You wiggle your legs to be let up and he moves the laptop. You potter around nervously while he reads - getting a glass of water, picking up some of the kids books left in the kitchen, taking the dead flowers out of a vase on the table and binning them. Anything so you’re not wondering what he’s thinking while he’s reading. You’re about to do another lap of picking random shit up and tidying it away when he closes the laptop and grabs your hand as you pass him, pulling you into his lap. You land with a little oof and sit more comfortably, your thighs either side of his.

“I was about to ask if I should get my stuff and go…” you begin to joke.

“Don’t you dare. Nothing in there reflects badly on you-”

“Well yeah, I wrote it.”

“Smart ass. I mean, you counter everything he’s said about you, you have the pictures, the messages. I don’t see how anyone could read that and not believe you.”

“Thank you.” You mumble, looking down between your bodies where he’s still holding both of your hands.

“Thank you for sharing it with me. You’re brave,” he punctuates with a kiss, “and beautiful,” another kiss, “and I’m really fucking glad you called Tom back. Not for the show, for entirely selfish reasons. And, I’m really, really fucking proud of you.” You loop your arms around his neck so he can deepen the kiss and wrap his arms around your waist. It’s not long before he’s pulling his hoodie over your head, “thief” he mumbles against your lips, making you smile.

“Expecting any visitors?” You ask while he kisses a hot path down your jawline.

“No, why?” He stops to look up at you as you pull your cropped t-shirt off and throw on top of his hoodie. He bats your hands away before you can reach around to undo your bra, moving his hands up your back to do it for you. “This ok?” he asks softly, waiting for your nod before releasing the hook. His hands on your back remind you of the first night you both spent together in your guest room. He brings the straps down your arms as you reach down to pull his t-shirt off and add both items to the growing pile of clothes. You're not sure where you want his hands most, but you know you'll combust if they're not on you immediately. You slide further into his lap towards him so that his chest presses against yours, the feeling of his warm skin on yours makes you moan. He's hard against you and you slowly roll your hips, grinding down into him. He grips them tightly and pulls you down, tearing a gasp from your lips.

"I need you," you whisper, holding his gaze.

"I got you, sweetheart." And then you're up in his arms and being carried to his bed.

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You check your phone one last time in the green room and hand it over to Lily who’s sitting comfortably on the sofa next to you.

“You ready?” She grips your hand, “You are ready. I know you’ve got this, you’re gonna be fine, babe.” You nod, nausea rising in your stomach. “This is a horrible, stupid, ridiculous thing for you to have to do, but you can do it. Think of what it leads to, after this there’s nothing he can drag you for - it will be out there on your terms, and you can walk away knowing you told the truth. Think of the future, how well things are going with Jason? The tour, everything you’ve got ahead of you?” Her calmness steadies you, you think back to the morning spent at Jason’s house - you’d spent every night there since the first time you’d slept together nearly a week ago. He’d re-read the article again, adamant that you didn’t have to read it again, and you’d sent it off to the label so they could approve it and have it published. It had gone online two days ago, and as far as you knew, the press hadn’t left the sidewalk outside your house. Lily had been to collect some things for you, and you’d camped out in the sanctuary of Jason’s. This was the final hurdle, the TV interview. You knew he was watching live, he’d rearranged a couple of meetings to make sure he could. A runner with a headset peered around the door,

“Ready when you are?” Lily gives your hand one last squeeze, and you leave her watching the screen like a hawk. You’d found a great dress for the show, knee length, and clinging to the curve of your hips, it felt lovely to be pampered by a hair and makeup team for the first time in ages. You were welcomed warmly onto the soundstage, the live audience was enthusiastic and loud. Despite being dead set against it initially, you took the interview in your stride - you’d done enough of them over the years, but those had all revolved around your music, tours, albums. Nothing had been more personal than this, no other interview had required you to be this vulnerable. You try not to put your walls up too high. Don't be a robot! Lily’s voice reminds you. You hear your voice crack and waver as you're asked to recount some of the details, some audio is played which you try to tune out to no avail - it’s blasting out of every speaker on the set. It’s this that nearly sends you spiraling, but you close your eyes briefly to compose yourself. It makes the tears in your eyes spill down your cheeks, but you'd rather that than a full-blown anxiety attack. A hand takes yours gently, and Kelly's kind eyes come into view, silently asking if you’re ok to continue. You nod firmly and take a deep breath, shoulders down, and have a quick stop for water. They had asked if you’d sing on the show, apparently it’s a bit of a tradition, you’d said yes at the time but were deeply regretting it now. The show’s feed cuts to a commercial break, and Kelly jumps up to sit next to you, offering a hug.

“God, you’re doing so well, not much more, I promise.” She brushes the last of the tears from your cheeks, “You don’t have to do any of this alone. Proud of you, girl. Let’s finish this?” Feeling buoyed, you smile gratefully. The rest of the interview is much easier to navigate, and after another break, someone guides you to a microphone and hands over your guitar. “What an incredible guest we’ve had on the show today! It was her first time with us but I hope it won’t be the last because I want a duet next time. Thank you, everyone!”

You're talking shit for the hell of it

Addicted to betrayal, but you're relevant

You're terrified to look down

'Cause if you dare, you'll see the glare

Of everyone you burned just to get there

It's coming back around

And I keep my side of the street clean

You wouldn't know what I mean

'Cause karma is my boyfriend

Karma is a god

Karma is the breeze in my hair on the weekend

Karma's a relaxing thought

Aren't you envious that for you it's not?

Of course you’d picked the song specifically, singing it live felt like releasing 6 months of tension, like stepping out into the light. Back in the green room, Lily was excited beyond belief, she launched into the immediate feedback coming from Twitter, but you only needed feedback from one person. She handed your phone over with a knowing smile, there was a message from Jason waiting, Call me ❤ it said. You pull up his contact and hit call,

“Hey, is everything ok?”

“I should be asking you that,” he laughed, the deliciously low sound travelled through your body.

“I’m ok. I think it went well. Lily’s buzzing, so she must be happy.”

“It was incredible, you are incredible.”

“Nooo, I just did what needed to be done for everyone to move on.”

“And? Did it work?”

“I don’t know about everyone else, but yeah, I’m feeling pretty good.”

“Good, me too. Are you coming over?”

“Would you like me to?”

“Yes. One more night before you go back to London?”

“One more night, just for you.” You hang up with the biggest smile and let Lily’s infectious good mood carry you out to the car and back to Jason.

~~~~~~

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Jason Kolchek x female reader

Summary: After surviving the horrors in Iraq, Jason finally returns home.

Warnings: Fluff

Hey! Thank you for taking the time to read this fic, I played this game once again and am now ready to give love to this man. Please like, reblog and comment as it really helps. Thank you!

The soft ticking of the clock was the only sound that filled the room. The usual bustling streets were silent at this time of night, or more accurately, this time of morning. Sleep evaded [Name] as it had for the past few nights. Worry gnawed away at her, a tight wire straining within her, ready to snap at a moment’s notice. Something that had become common whenever Jason left for his missions. They would call whenever possible, though she didn’t receive anything for the past couple of days; the spark needed to ignite her worry and steal sleep away.

Jason was tough. Headstrong and focused. Just some of the traits that pulled her towards him in the first place. He was safe, wherever he was, he had to be. Shaking her head, she pulled herself out of bed and headed downstairs towards the kitchen in search of a drink, despite her body’s protest. Before she reached the bottom step, she froze. A light slipped past the living room door, falling along the bottom of the step and scaling up the wall. She knew she turned that light off before she went to bed hours ago. Panic quickly clawed up her spine, a flurry of questions hitting her. Was she being robbed? How did they get inside? Could she reach her phone without being noticed?

Taking a calming breath, she tried to quell her rising nerves. She needed to calm down and think. With quiet steps, she tiptoed towards the door, trying to peak through the gap. All sense of panic was snuffed from her in an instant, replaced by a rushing sensation of joy and relief. There, sitting on the couch, was Jason. He was back! She practically threw the door open and rushed to him, unable to contain her excitement, her arms wrapped around him, catching him off-guard. His arms moved, rolling her weight off and over him and pinning her onto the couch, his arm to her throat. “Jason! It’s me, darling.” His eyes focused and he was off her the next second, helping her up as apologises spilled from his mouth. “Shit! Fuck, I’m sorry, love!” In truth, [Name] couldn’t give a damn about that. All that she cared about was that Jason was here, alive and well. Her second attempt to hold him was much more successful as his arms pulled her close, wrapping around her in a warm, aching embrace that both had missed terribly so. Fragments of dust and dirt, the smell of sweat and something old came of him, indicating that he finished whatever his mission was and came straight home without any stops nor anything along the way. Even his clothes were still a bit dirty.

A part of this didn’t feel real. Like this was all some delusion caused by blunt-force trauma to the head. He feared it to be true, and that any moment now he was going to wake up back in that Hellhole, surrounded by those monsters, ready to claw his eyes from his skull. It was supposed to be a sweep for a chemical-weapon silo and it became the furthest thing from it; a nightmare that will haunt him for the rest of his life. Be it by Divine intervention or sheer dumb luck that they had survived that Hell and clawed their way out of its depths, and back to the morning sunlight. The second Jason got back, he got the light on. He couldn’t sit in the dark, not when every little shadow was a shifting wing or distorted jaws reaching out to latch around his throat, to drag him back there. He was still struggling to keep his hands from shaking despite his best efforts. But now, that didn’t matter. He was home. Just as he had promised [Name] before he left.

[Name]’s lips found his, pulling him into a loving kiss. His lips felt just as soft as she remembered. The warmth of his body more than anything the sun could offer. The sense of security, of protection, his embrace gave her ensured no harm would ever befall her, not while he still had breath in his lungs and blood in his body. With a smile, she pulled back, her hands moving up to gentle caress his cheeks; her forehead resting against his. “I was starting to think something happened.” She confessed, gazing into his eyes. Something wasn’t right though. His soft eyes held this look to them, this sharpness that was not there before. A blackness forced over something deeper, trying to conceal it, to bury it deep down into a forgotten corner. It somewhat reminded her of the stories she was told as a child. The stories of men who claimed to have seen the Devil himself. “Jason? What happened out there?” Concern painted her face, her voice quivering with worry. Her touch on him like a Summer’s morning. Jason simply smiled and held her hand in place, nuzzling into her touch. His body weighed down by a heavy exhaustion that filled every muscle. “... nothin’ to worry ‘bout, love.”

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Experiment

Eric couldn't believe he was actually going to do this. But dammit, his curiosity was getting the better of him and he had to know. So he steeled himself and headed over to where the smokers hung out. Nick was there along with a guy who looked sort of familiar. It took Eric a minute to place him: of course, this was the guy who'd been hanging out with Jason a lot lately. What was his name again? Sal something?

“Excuse me.” Eric cleared his throat to get their attention. “Nick, could I speak with you?” Nick looked a little surprised to be addressed, which was fair. The two of them were aware of each other but rarely interacted.

“What's up?” Nick asked once they were a reasonable distance away.

“I just...” He had the words prepared but realized just how stupid they were going to sound. And did he really want to do this with a smoker? Maybe he had time to back out and ask Joey instead. No, Nick was the best option. The fact that they didn't run in the same social circles would help. “I need you to help me with an experiment,” Eric said.

“Uh, you sure you wanna ask me?” Nick frowned. “I'm no brainiac.”

“It's fine, it's not that kind of experiment. I...” Oh, god, this was going to be embarrassing. “I want you to kiss me.” Nick just blinked at him. Eric felt his face getting warm and he quickly explained: “Part of the college experience is figuring out who you are and what you like. I heard you're a good kisser so I thought you would be the best person to ask.”

Nick just kept staring at him like Eric had grown an extra limb. Finally he managed to find words. “Who told you that?”

“My friend Clarice. Her girl friends talk about you all the time. I figure if I'm going to do this, it should be someone who's good at it.”

Nick processed this for a moment. He seemed to reach a decision and nodded. He leaned in and before Eric could brace himself, Nick pecked him quickly on the mouth. It was so quick he didn't have time to feel much of anything beside a contact of lips on lips.

“That was... underwhelming,” Eric declared. “I can't believe I braced myself all day for that. What kind of--” He stopped as Nick's lips were on him again.

This time the kiss lingered, allowing Eric to absorb the full impact of those lips on his. The shape of them, the warmth and firm feel, the slow way they moved against his mouth as if Nick wanted to take his time in tasting the blonde. Eric shivered, his eyes fluttering closed; he wasn't nearly as turned off by the smell of cigarette smoke as he expected. After a few seconds he realized he should kiss back and set about answering the press of lips with his own.

Nick's fingers brushed Eric's side and down to his hip, sliding so his hand rested firmly on the spot. Eric didn't like that hand being so close to his prosthesis so he moved it up to his side again, then found himself gliding his hand up the length of Nick's arm. He liked the feel of muscle under his fingers. He could feel Nick guiding him and he blindly followed until his back hit something solid. Nick had backed Eric up against the wall, the move bringing their bodies closer together.

Eric had both hands on Nick's arms now. One was staying where it was to make sure Nick's hand wouldn't stray back down, and the other Eric moved to cup the back of Nick's neck. Nick's kisses kept going and going, Eric's heart beating a little faster and his breaths coming out a bit harsher. He was so lost in the feel of Nick's mouth and hand that he was a little startled when the kissing finally stopped.

“How was that?” Nick asked him. “As advertised?”

“Uh.” Eric felt a little dazed and needed a minute to get his brain to think again. “Yeah, um. You were good.”

“Glad I could help with the experiment.” With that and a wave, Nick was walking away. Eric was a little stunned. How could Nick be so casual after that mind-blowing kiss? But then, hadn't Eric been the one to say this was just an experiment?

Well, he certainly got results, because now he at least knew one thing about himself: he wanted Nick Kay to kiss him until he couldn't think.

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There and Back Again - Part 12

Many, many thanks to @skyfall8600 whose excellent Sucked In series not only inspired this one, but brought me out of a years-long writing slump! The first few parts of this series are heavily inspired by her work, while diverging more significantly later on. Regardless, I wholeheartedly recommend her work, and thank her for allowing me to use a few of her excellent ideas!

series warnings: swearing, misogyny, canon-typical violence, fluff, insecurity; sfw but gets a little ~steamy~ in a couple places

part twelve warnings: swearing, fluff, kissing, canon-typical violence

taglist: @superflannel

You spent the rest of the day with Eddie in the boathouse—talking, laughing, and kissing for hours on end. You told him all about your life back home in 2022, which amazed him, and he told you about his difficult childhood, moving in with Wayne, and finally finding himself when he founded Hellfire five years ago. With every passing minute, you fell more in love with him, and your stomach did a happy flip whenever you remembered that he was yours. Really, truly yours, as he reminded you whenever you stopped talking to enjoy more tangible affection.

Though it had started out feeling like a prison, the boathouse was quickly becoming more like a second home—a cozy, private respite from the dangers of Jason Carver, the Upside Down, and the government agents closing in on your little family. In the boathouse, there was only you, and Eddie, and the sounds of the water. It was perfect.

By late afternoon, however, your anxiety began to return.

Noticing the change in your expression, Eddie lightly traced a finger over your back, concern filling his warm brown eyes.

“What’s wrong, Siren?” he asked, his voice gentle. You bit your lip in worry, trying to still the anxious tapping of your foot against the old wooden floor.

“It’s just—it’s almost time for the next part of the plan,” you said, turning to face him. “And I can’t be there to help.”

“What do you mean?” Eddie asked, his muscles tensing with the unpleasant memory of the night before.

“The next death,” you said, checking the time. “It’s supposed to happen in about ten minutes. We have a plan, and Nancy’s going to stop it, but…” You trailed off, but the rest of your sentence wasn’t necessary. Both of you knew you had had a plan last night, too.

Eddie took your hand in his and rubbed small circles with his thumb.

“What’s the plan?” he asked, trying to keep the tremor from his voice. “I’m involved now, so I wanna be looped in.” You nodded, taking a deep breath. Maybe it would help your nerves to go over the details anyway.

“The next victim is Fred,” you said, and Eddie’s eyebrows furrowed.

“The little newspaper kid?” he asked, incredulous. You nodded.

“Yeah. He got into a car accident and the other driver died; he feels horribly guilty about it. That’s what Vecna’s using to get to him,” you said, sadness written on your face. “He and Nancy should be on their way to Forrest Hills now, to write a story about—what happened last night,” you finished quickly, seeing the color drain from Eddie’s face. You gave his hand a quick squeeze of reassurance. “In the show, Nancy gets distracted while conducting an interview, and Fred wanders off into the woods, where—” You didn’t need to finish. “But instead,” you said, forcing your words into a lighter tone, “Nancy will loiter in the car with Fred with his favorite cassette playing, under the pretext of flirting with him. He likes her,” you added, seeing Eddie’s bewildered expression. “That way when the vision happens, Nance can switch it to his favorite track, and he’ll be just fine.” You smiled, trying to convince yourself as much as Eddie. I hope.

Running a hand across his mouth, Eddie nodded slowly as he absorbed your words.

“Why won’t you be there?” he asked suddenly, looking up at you with curious eyes. “You’re the one who knows what’s going to happen; doesn’t seem to make much sense to leave Nancy the whole job.” You smirked.

“That’s what Steve said yesterday,” you said, shaking your head as you remembered the heated conversation. “Trust me—Nancy can handle it. Besides, he would be suspicious if it was more than just her. They’re supposed to be reporting.”

Nodding in acquiescence, Eddie gave your hand a quick squeeze.

“Makes sense, I guess,” he said, sighing and leaning back against the wall. “So what do we do now?”

“Wait,” you admitted, unable to keep the frustration you felt entirely out of your voice. “I don’t like it, but Nancy insisted.”

“Of course she did,” Eddie said, some of the old, cocky laziness returning to his tone. “Remind me why Steve likes her again?”

“Hey, Nancy’s great,” you said, giving him an admonishing nudge. “She’s been through a lot.”

Eddie’s expression sobered, no doubt remembering the hell he himself had been through in the past twenty-four hours.

Silence fell over the boathouse, each of you absorbed in your own worries about the events to come. Eddie fiddled with the bits of rope in the boat, tying and untying random knots to keep his fingers busy. You stood and paced the length of the boathouse over and over, chewing your bottom lip with worry until it nearly started bleeding.

Finally, when neither of you could stand it anymore, Eddie spoke.

“Would you sing to me, Siren?” he asked quietly, unsure of how his request would be received. You glanced at the window of the boathouse, concern written all over your face. “Quietly, I mean,” Eddie added, interpreting your fears correctly. “Just so I can hear. Y/N, I’m just starting to go crazy,” he said, his eyes pleading. Finally, you nodded and moved to join him on the floor, leaning your back into his chest while he played with your hair.

“What do you want to hear?” you asked, regretting your lack of eighties metal knowledge. Eddie shrugged.

“You’re the one who knows all about me,” he teased, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Surprise me.”

You took a moment to think, running over the mental lists of songs you had committed to memory for something uniquely Eddie. Finally, you found the perfect song, and smiled before taking a deep breath. Quietly—oh so quietly—you began to sing.

Far over the misty mountains cold,

You sang, each line trailing into a silver whisper.

To dungeons deep and caverns old

We must away, ere break of day,

To find our long-forgotten gold.

You heard Eddie’s breath catch as he recognized the words, and you smiled into the song.

The pines were roaring on the height,

The winds were moaning in the night.

The fire was red, it flaming spread;

The trees like torches blazed with light.

You pulled away from Eddie’s embrace as you finished the song, turning to face him instead. His expression was one of wonder, and you smiled at the childlike joy he had taken in the simple song.

“How did you do that?” Eddie demanded, leaning back against the boathouse wall. “How did you find such a perfect melody for the words?”

You grinned, and decided to come clean.

“I didn’t find it,” you admitted. “About ten years ago, my time, they made movies out of The Hobbit—prequels to the three-film Lord of the Rings series released right after I was born. The melody is from the movie,” you said, shifting to a more comfortable sitting position.

Eddie’s eyes were shining, and you almost laughed at the genuine excitement in his face.

“There are…Lord of the Rings movies?” he asked, hardly daring to believe it. This time, you did laugh, delighted by his earnestness.

“Yes,” you said, smiling. “They’re incredible. They even have extended editions that give three hours of film to each book.”

Eddie looked like he might pass out with excitement.

“I can’t wait for that,” he said, rubbing his hands together gleefully. “That’s gonna be so cool.”

If you live that long, you thought, and your smile faded, though you turned to look out the window so Eddie wouldn’t see. All at once, the plan to save Fred and the horrible consequences if you didn’t came flooding back, and you knew you couldn’t distract yourself from it anymore. You needed to know what was happening.

You stood, pressed a quick kiss to Eddie’s cheek, and picked up the walkie-talkie, intending to check in with the others. Before you could do more than raise the receiver to your lips, however, it crackled with an incoming message.

“Y/N!” Steve’s voice shouted, the sounds of police sirens loud in the background. You froze, looking at Eddie with fear in your eyes. This could not be good. “Y/N, Fred’s dead,” Steve choked out, clearly trying to maintain his composure. ��Nance couldn’t—we couldn’t stop it.”

Your heart pounded in your ears, and it took you several seconds to regain the ability to speak.

“What—what happened?” you asked, your voice sounding hoarse with astonishment.

“We’ll be there as soon as we can,” Steve said, the sirens getting louder. “Just hang tight ‘til then, okay? I promise we’ll explain everything, just—oh, shit.” With that, the transmission ended.

“Steve? Steve?” You shouted frantically into the receiver before Eddie clamped his hand over your mouth as you had done that morning, reminding you of the importance of keeping quiet.

“Shhhh, Y/N,” he said, looking as pale as you felt. “We have to keep quiet.” His voice broke on the last word, and you threw your arms around him, seeking the comfort of his strong arms.

He held you until the others arrived, stroking your back as desperate sobs wracked your body. How could you possibly save anyone?

* * *

The mood in the boathouse was grim.

You were all huddled around the canoe, absorbing the implications of what Nancy had just told you. She sat alone in the corner, her knees drawn up tight to her chest, the tears still wet on her cheeks. Your eyes met Steve’s for the briefest of moments, and your heart ached for him that he was unable to comfort her. He, Robin, Dustin, Lucas, and Max were sprawled across the rough wooden floor, dejection written on all of their faces. You and Eddie sat against the wall, his arms wrapped protectively around you.

It had all been an easily preventable disaster.

Nancy and Fred had arrived at the trailer park with no issue; the cassette player in Nancy’s car worked perfectly, as did the tape itself—both of which she had checked numerous times. She had flirted with Fred the whole way to Forrest Hills, and he had seemed to enjoy it, but at a distance.

“It was like he wasn’t completely there,” Nance had said, raising her arms in helpless confusion. “No matter what I said, or what song I played, he was just—somewhere else.”

When they had arrived at the trailer park, a police officer had tried to stop them from entering, only allowing them through when Nancy claimed to be visiting Max. You had prepared her for this, remembering the troublesome officer from the episode. Unlike the episode, however, after parking the car near the Munson trailer, Nancy hadn’t gotten out to talk to Wayne, instead sitting and listening to music with Fred, waiting for the vision to begin. She had waited nearly ten minutes, growing more concerned with each passing second as Vecna failed to make his presence known.

At that point, she had heard a shout from behind the car, and seen the officer from the entrance running toward her with his gun drawn.

“Put your hands up and exit the vehicle!” he had shouted, poised to shoot her if she didn’t comply immediately. “And turn the car off—I don’t want you going anywhere. I swear to God, you reporters are all the same,” he had said, gesturing to the ignition with a flick of his gun. “Now turn it off and step out of the vehicle.”

Though she hated to leave Fred vulnerable, Nancy had had no choice but to do as the officer asked. Both teens had stepped out of the vehicle, though the officer only seemed interested in Nancy—she was, after all, the one who had lied to his face. He interrogated her outside the car for nearly fifteen minutes, finally letting her go with a warning once Max came out to defend her, claiming she really had been visiting. By the time the officer had left, Fred was nowhere to be found. Max and Nancy had combed the woods for him for nearly an hour before finding his twisted, broken form on a back road.

“There was nothing we could do,” said Nancy, her voice steady despite the tears in her eyes. “He was already gone, so—we just left.”

“It’s okay, Nance,” you said quietly, your throat constricted with the pressure of unshed tears. “You did the best you could. It wasn’t your fault,” you finished, looking her right in the eye. She gave you a weak smile and squeezed your knee, unable to say more.

Looking around the room, you saw nothing but dejected faces. Your team was running out of hope, and there was still a lot more to be done before the end of this horror. You took a deep breath and addressed them all.

“So far, we’ve tried twice to save Vecna’s victims, and we’ve failed both times,” you said, looking each of your friends in the eye. “I don’t know if that means that the future can’t be changed, or if it’s just been random acts of chance.” You swallowed. “Regardless, we have to keep trying. We owe it to these people, no matter what, to try and save them from what’s coming, even if it’s hopeless.” You looked at Eddie, drawing strength from the love in even his most fearful eyes. “Because that’s what heroes do.”

#eddie x fem!reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fluff #stranger things 4 #stranger things x reader #stranger things x you #stranger things imagine #stranger things fic #eddie munson/reader #eddie munson/you #lucy's there and back again

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cabinofimagines · 1 year

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Holi-days seven; Tight Knit

Hehe danny has had her reign, now I get to drop in again

Pairing: PLATONIC Connor, Hazel, Frank and Reyna x gn!reader

Warnings: None!

Words: 1.2k (oops)

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-Asnyox

You knew Klaus had offered to teach you and whomever else was interested to knit today. What you had not expected, was that he invited about three quarters of camp to learn, and that Connor had followed him around telling everyone about a ‘secret’ plan. As soon as you understood what Connor was planning, you laughed at his naivety.

This guy had either underestimated how hard knitting would be for a bunch of hyperactive demigods or overestimated the willpower of campers to pull of this prank. Although the latter would be the deciding factor in his plan, you supposed.

You sat at one of the tables, with your friends by your side. Sometimes you forget how big you friend group is, for even if not everyone showed up you easily filled a table solely with you friends. Frank and Hazel had each taken on of your sides and you were holding a staring competition with Reyna. It was not really a competition, but rather it was a ‘You made eye contact and now neither is looking away’. Normal people behaviour.

“I didn’t know you were interested in Knitting,” You stated, suspicion in your voice. Reyna smiled.

“I’ve always liked to learn how to knit, and I finally picked it up with the Hunters.” Her face turned a little bit softer, “It’s nice to make some warm socks when you spend this much time on your feet.”

“And you never made any for me?” You gasped and Reyna laughed.

“Who knows, maybe you’ll find some in your stocking.”

Conversation flowed easily as everyone waited for Klaus to take the reins. Eventually, after some Hermes kids came out and distributed knitting needles and yarn to everyone, Klaus coughed as he got everyone’s attention.

“Hello my little elves!” Klaus smiled, “Today I will try to teach you how to knit,” Suddenly Connor popped up behind him.

“And together we will knit a blanket that will cover the entire dining pavilion!” Connor yelled and cheers came from the tables around you, as you shot Reyna a confused look.

“Ah yes,” Klaus looked slightly surprised, “This will be a team effort, for sure. Anyways-” as Klaus explained how to start your knitting work, and with some help from Reyna, you got to knitting.

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“This is harder than it looks,” Hazel stated as she stared intensely at her needle work, “I keep messing up the loops that I do.” You looked up from your work, gazing at Hazel’s handiwork. You noticed that her yarn ball was more like a yarn knot at this point.

“When did you yarn unroll?” You asked and Hazel sighed.

“I don’t know, but that is a problem for later.”

“I think I am getting the hang of it?” Frank mumbled from next to you, and as you looked over you saw that he had a decent square shape going. You let out a soft ‘wow’ as you looked at the mess in your hands. It was not the worst, but it was definitely not great either. You sighed as you looked around the Arts and Crafts building, noticing that quiet a few campers had left already. There were a few abandoned projects here and there, and you saw Klaus picking them up carefully and finishing them.

After another hour or so, Connor dejectedly walked up to your table.

“Please tell me you guys made a massive blanket together.” He pouted, and everyone at your table held up their little squares. Connor sighed, as he sat down next to Reyna, “No one said knitting was so slow!” he complained.

“Now, now, Connor, we still have a lot of little bits!” Klaus sat down next to Frank, dropping a pile of scraps on the table, “If I may, can I have your pieces? Then we can see what the effort of the camp made!” Klaus smiled, and you could have sworn his ears twitched. You handed him your needles and patch of knit work, which he quickly finished.

“And where is my favourite elf, Jason?” Klaus asked, a glint in his eyes, “or my second favourite, Percy?” Klaus started working on sowing the patches of knitwork together.

“Jason, I don’t know,” Connor started, as he looked with little hope at what Klaus was doing, “Percy said he was doing research or something.”

“Ah, Percy has seemed a little stressed lately,” Frank noted, “Hey Klaus can you teach me how to finish the knitting process?” Klaus nodded eagerly.

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In the end, your ‘blanket to cover the dining hall’ ended up more the size of ‘blanket to cover some knees, maybe shoulders’. You were still impressed by the size of the blanket in the end, and more so at how aesthetically pleasing Klaus made the blanket in the end, with just the little knitted patches that everyone made. Connor seemed less happy with the outcome; his plans ruined.

“What do we do with this?” he complained, as Klaus put a simply yarn bow around the folded blanket.

“Maybe you can give it to someone?” Klaus got a mischievous glint in his eyes, “Someone who could use a little warmth from the campers?” Conner seemed deep in thought, before he looked up and spotted his target.

“You are right Klaus!” Connor stood up, grabbing the blanket, “Let’s give it to Chiron.” He smiled, and for once he seemed to not have anything up his sleeve. You watched as he walked up to Chiron, and gave the centaur the blanket.

As you were taking in the adorable sight of Chiron lowkey fawning over the blanket (and being showered by the campers in compliments for the blanket) you sighed a little. The holidays were almost over, and you were going to miss everyone who was around at camp. You were also regretting that you could not attend the new years party this year, and you were dreading even more to go to the party in your hometown. Someone had leaked you the information that a certain unwanted guest would attend, whom you did not want to face alone.

But that was a problem for another day. Right now, you were getting distracted by Percy, who was aggressively gesturing for you to come to him. When you reached him, he quickly grabbed your hand and pulled you to be away from the Arts and Crafts building.

“You must have noticed something off from Klaus.”

“I mean, nothing weird outside of the general child of Hermes behaviour.” You stated. Percy seemed unconvinced, but before he could say anything you shook your head “Perce, sometimes the best option is to just ignore other people’s behaviour if it bothers you.” You softly grabbed his hand and looked Percy in the eye “Klaus is a nice kid, so give him a shot, alright?”

“I see he has you in his grips too, (Y/n).” Percy stepped away, a determined glint in his eyes, “I will uncover the truth and expose him. I promise.” Percy swiftly turned around and started walking away. You could hear him murmur to himself as he clearly was making his way back to the Arts and Crafts building.

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fumikomiyasaki · 2 years

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[ SHARE ] with Mel and any of the boys, [ ADJUST ] with Metaron and Rubina, [ COFFEE ] with Osyron and Jason or [ STEAL ] with Forte and Gregory

Domestic intimacy

[ SHARE ] sender, seeing that receiver is cold, wraps their jacket around them

Autumn set in and with it the cold. Melanie was not prepared and although the thights under her skirt kept her warm, the arm didn’t really... Tyler was walking with her arm and arm as he noticed a light shiver coming form her, as she also rubbed her palms together to keep warm... He took of his jacket and placed it over her shoulder.

“Here you should wear this... I don’t need it as much.”

She put it on and sighed in relief looking back at him. “Are you sure?”

Tyler nodded firmly. “Its for the better.”

They walked on as Melanie lightly noticed his smell from the Jacket and blushed a little... it did smell really good... although a bit of a coffee after taste... Tyler also blushed a little.

“Hey if you need more warmth we could... um huddle together a little.”

She looked back at him with a smile. “I would love that.”

And so they stayed arm in arm very close and hugged each other a little keeping each other warm untill they had enough warmth to press on.

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[ ADJUST ] sender fixes receiver’s tie / necklace / article of clothing

For once Rubina didn’t feel a pressure to go to a fancy event. At least this time her parents weren’t the one making it, it was the school... and so she fixed her dress and put up some lipstick before meeting with Metaron... as she got led by Kira to the room where he got reasy she was lightly taken aback with how good he looked in Fancy clothing but it seemed she had the same effect on him.

“Wait I got something for you...”

Metaron got behind her and placed a necklace around her... it was a bluestone in the middle... and as he looked at her he was lost again.

“You look beautifull Ruby...”

“I could say the same about you...”

After being lost in their stares Kira snapped them back to reality that they should leave quickly... they all did the last preparations and Metaron was the last to leave with Ruby as she suddenly pulled him by his necktie back to her to kiss him.

“I just could resist.” And so she walked out before him leaving him a bit stun...

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[ COFFEE ] sender gives receiver a cup of coffee

Noticing the general impatience of Osyron during his visit Jason thought a little how to calm him before he once again could get destroy for a simple comment. And so he thought back to how usually other humans calm down and his resolution was coffee... He knew as god Osyron would likely don’t need such things anyways but it didn’t hurt to try.

“Here try this, its pretty good actually.”

Getting only a small grunt of annoyance from Osyron they both shared a cup of coffee and Osyron looked back at him.

“I prefer tea... but I give you a bit of credit for the effort.”

At least he somewhat calmed him down but that didn’t mean he would need to get reckless now...

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[ STEAL ] while sharing a meal, sender steals a bite of receiver’s food

Gregory pumped his fist up in happiness... the take out came when he was already a bit on the hungry end and so he turned off the Tv him and Forte were watching stuff on and prepared everything for the feast.... He nearly drooled as all the food layed before him... however as he tried to take the frites Forte quickly snatched one away from him.

“Hey ya have ya own food.”

“Well what are you gonna do about it?”

Her smile was lightly taunting at him but somehow he got the message...

“I see... ya want me to give ya attention instead of the food.. let me eat some of it and then I’ll give ya all my attention.”

They both continued their feast but once the food was gone he quickly pulled her over his shoulder and left to the bedroom with her...

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#twisted wonderland oc #twst oc #twst ocs #twstoc #twstocs #twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland fanschool #twisted wonderland original character #tyler nerington #tyler x melanie #rubina von loketon #rubina x metaron #osyron lumina #osyron x jason #gregory darknon #gregory x forte

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unsteadyflame · 2 years

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❝ i’m staying. end of discussion. you gotta learn to let people take care of you. ❞ ( PIPER AND REYNA IM SORRY ITS PERFECT )

Wind blew around the Hunter’s tent that Reyna had quickly set up, her still healing broken bones aching all the while, even now that she was lying down, trying to rest. Her years in the Legion had taught her to ignore pain, to soldier on through, a good Roman. Those lessons had stuck with her, even if she wasn’t a Roman anymore.

It wasn’t so easy to ignore Piper McLean. Reyna’s eyes fell on her features like they were stuck there. She wanted to reach out, touch her, and not to push her away. Piper had always been beautiful, from the first time Reyna had seen her. She’d resented it, then, but now Reyna could barely look at her for different reasons. It was worse like this, when Piper’s dark and lovely eyes were wide with concern. Reyna wasn’t used to anyone looking at her like that.

Her voice caught, but she tried to remember the lesson. Soldier on. “There’s an army of monsters at our back. Go ahead without me. Catch up with the rest of the Hunters. That’s an order.” Even lying back, weakened state, pain throbbing through her ribs, Reyna laced her words with command. She hadn’t intended to slow down the Hunters from their escape and she wouldn’t let Piper suffer for her mistakes either, even as angry as she was that Piper had snuck back to stay with her. She wouldn’t lose Piper, couldn’t, not after-

Reyna swallowed and looked down. It meant that she missed the expression that went with Piper’s words, but it didn’t matter. Soft as they were, Reyna could imagine the look of defiance that went with them.

“I don’t take orders from you, remember? Not a Hunter,” Piper said. “And you’re not a Praetor anymore, either.”

The reminder stung, even more so now Reyna felt so weak. She’d lost a lot, but given up a lot, too. She didn’t know who she was anymore. She never had, that had been the problem. The only thing that still made sense was the one thing that shouldn’t.

Piper, so close that Reyna could feel her warmth, the only warm thing in this tent. It would be so easy to give in, to let her stay, to take the help she was offering.

Which made no sense, because Reyna had never liked giving in. She had never wanted to depend on anyone. Not even Jason.

“I...” she broke off, confusion mixing with a longing Reyna barely understood. Just this: that for once, she didn’t feel alone. Her hand reached out, tentative at first. She could feel it trembling when she placed it in Piper’s, let their fingers entertwine. Reyna tried to keep the sternness in her voice, hoped Piper couldn’t hear what really lay underneath. “Alright. Fine. I know how stubborn you are and I’m a strategist. I’m not going to waste time arguing with a Charmspeaker.” As if that was why Piper could talk her into anything. It was easier to blame her powers than think about why one look from her made Reyna’s heart hammer in her chest. “But in the morning, you get out of here, no matter whether I’m healed enough to move.”

Reyna was scowling, even as her hand squeezed around Piper’s, holding on like she didn’t want to let go, like she wouldn’t, not even in the morning. Maybe she did hope, underneath, that Piper would hear the truth, would feel it, even if Reyna couldn’t say it: I need you to stay. I want you to stay. I’ve never known what I want, but somehow, now, I know. It’s you.

She couldn’t want Piper now, she realised. Not as a Hunter. If she wasn’t still in so much pain, Reyna’s lips would have curved into a bitter smile at the knowledge, that the path she’d chosen to figure herself out had barred her now from having the one thing she’d finally realised she desperately wanted. It figured.

No demigod shall heal your heart.

Piper would never be hers. It made her feel colder than any of the pain could. Still, Reyna didn’t drop Piper’s hand, couldn’t make herself. Maybe just for one night, she could have this. One night, feeling Piper there, and then she’d give it up for good. Soldier on.

“That’s an order. Praetor or not.”

#char: reyna ramírez arellano #dynamic: reyna x piper #ask memes #jamespotterhumandisaster

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