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hana-no-seiiki · 1 month

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Good news. Did some decent progress on What’s Up Danger so you guys will finally get fed this Wednesday! Bad news, the quality might not be the best since I’m fasting while writing it oTL

Anyways, here are some Batfam w/ Cat Villain! Reader moments/snippets.

TW YANDERE AND MENTION OF NONCON/SOMNO

Both Jason and Reader’s first words to each other were, “What the fuck.”

Reader referring to Jason being a giant, and violent asf esp in comparison to Dick. While Jason was confused at his heart beating so fast and mildly crushing on you while you were fighting.

Bonus points: You guys did the spiderman point meme.

You have the biggest age gap with Dick. I headcannon the boys to be close in age so there wouldn’t be any not so good implications when it comes to relationships, but it’s almost unavoidable unless Batman switches sidekicks every year or so. (You are younger than Jason but older than Tim)

But that is also another reason why you two didn’t click as well as you did with Jason

You’d often make jokes or use slang and Dick would just be “???” He tried his best though.

On the reverse side of things, and like I mention before Tim and you got along too well as friends. He’s one of the few people you could gush to about literally any fandom and he somehow (through stalking your searches and literally every gadget/appliance you owned) knew everything about it already.

You two have written several theses on fellow vigilantes and villains (mostly ‘dumb’ ones like who has the best cake based on so and so criteria)

Damian is the best when it comes to bantering with you mid-fight. It’s the combined years of sass and assassin training. Went from plain insults to whole ass (not so) subtly being horny when you beat each other down.

He’s also the worst (best?) when it comes to your nicknames. He insists that you two use it on each other. Some exclusive while others he’s usually fine hearing from other mouths.

There was one point in time where you were called Kitten while the boys forced/bribed you to call them Daddy

Tim and Jason have tattoos of you/related to you.

For Jason it’s your name with a few paw prints, and for Tim it’s when he first fought you (and got his ass whooped)

After Jason came back and revealed himself to you, he tattooed the scratch marks you left him on his back after doing the deed.

Damian secretly practices doing henna so he can draw on you during your “wedding” since he doesn’t want anyone touching you. Sort of defeats the purpose, but go off king.

Being the thorough guy he is, he uses lab equipment to make his own blends.

Bruce? Bruce hates your ass. Sometimes it’s in a hatefuckey way but most of the time he blames you for corrupting his kids.

So he corrupted you in turn.

I feel like he gets off to cucking them honestly (blame that one comic) but if Reader is AFAB I wouldn’t be surprised if he impregnated them.

He’s a softie at heart when it comes to you though, courtesy of your similarities with Selina.

Speaking of, Talia adores you.

Like if there was anyone she would want with her son it was you.

She thinks the fact that you haven’t been put behind bars is a testament to your skill, and after getting over your similarity to her “rival in love” she would actively get you to be with her son.

Eventually she realizes she loves you more than Bruce and well, that’s a story for another fic.

You have at least a dozen trackers on you at all times.

Most of them you’ve ingested and pooped out.

It’s mostly Tim of course. But the duty of actually feeding you that stuff usually goes to Dick.

Dick has uh- somnophillia’ed you a fair bit after the break up.

He really, and I mean really likes to watch you sleep.

It reminds him of those ‘catnaps’ you’d take while watching over the Titans.

There would be times where he’d just be in a daze/in autopilot for hours reminiscing about your past together

His favorite memories to go back to were your first fight together, first kiss, and times under the sheets, and a date you guys had before in a festival/circus.

He never takes the antidote for Poison Ivy’s sex pollen and always comes to you for it, regardless of his or your relationship status.

Tim has at least a million typewritten chats with AI you, and around a few hundred hours of voice chats.

You did eventually take his virginity.

He came as soon as he was inside you/you were inside him.

You have been offered to be a part of the bat crew or a vigilante. But,

you massacred many after Jason’s supposed death and feel too guilty to call yourself anything other than a villain.

Chokers with bells. It’s a popular gift to give you. Especially ones that are custom made with expensive ass materials and engraving.

Sometimes Tim just gives you weapons.

Alfred is your best source of blackmail material.

You’ve actively tried cursing him (with immortality). You love the man.

He’s secretly the president of your official fanclub/fansite but you didn’t hear that from me.

You fight a lot with Damian’s pets. Like in a way that you turn into a literal cat and hiss at them.

And last but not least, you’re vv close with every member of the Teen Titans (besties with Rachel and Garfield)

NOT PROOFREAD!!!

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maxillness · 3 months

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Secret Love Song || LH44 x Russell!Reader

Warnings: 18+, unprotected sex, age-gap, degrading kink, praise kink, sub!lewis

Wordcount: 1.4k

“Oh, fuck. Just like that, baby” He moaned from above her. His hands were tangled in her hair as his back was pushed up against the door of his drivers room

“Your lips feel so good around me” He couldn’t stop praising her, even though he knew she was gonna be in charge when they got to her place after the race later

“Fuck, you look so pretty like this; saliva dripping down your chin, red cheeks, my cock in your mouth” His body was starting to sweat as he twitched in her mouth

“Just like that. Fucking hell, I’m gonna-“ He didn’t get to finish his sentence before he shot his hot loath down her throat

She stood up as she swallowed his cum. He zipped his trousers back up before kissing her tenderly “I’m gonna return the favour when we get to your place after the race, okay love?”

“If you win” She kissed his cheek before leaving the room. They both managed to get back to the others without being seen leaving his drivers room

“Where were you?” George asked her with a hint of concern in his voice

“I was just at the bathroom, no need to worry your pants” She chuckled as she walked over to him

“I’m just looking out for you” He said with soft eyes

“George, I’m 20, you don’t need to look out for me anymore” He had always protected her through out their childhood, he was worse then their parents

“You’re right. I’m sorry”

Normally after her and Lewis had fucked or she would have sucked him off, they would be clingy with each other. Her lips would be all over him. On his lips, cheek, neck, throat, chest, stomach, anywhere they could be, they would be

But they couldn’t this time. Nobody knew they were together, and god forbid they ever told anyone, her brother would absolutely destroy him, both on and outside the track

I wanna kiss you so bad rn

She heard the ping of the message she had sent across the garage. She looked over to Lewis who had picked up his phone. He looked over at her before typing

I want to kiss you too love, but you know we can’t <3

She knew it was true, but what if they fucked with the rules? What if they stood in the corner and it was just a little peck before going back to talk to people they were talking to before

Win the race and my lips will be all over you ;)

She smiled as she sent the text. She looked over at Lewis who was blushing hard. He was talking with Bono who looked confused at him

She could hear their conversation, but she guessed Lewis’ excuse for his slightly red cheeks would be something like it was hot in the garage

It gave her some kind of rush, knowing she was the only one to draw this kind of reaction out of him

It also made her folds wet, but she would never dare to tell him that

She spend the rest of the day in the garage, sending him texts with either different kinds of praises, promises to fuck him when he wins, or wishes about the two of them

You’re always doing so good for me

You better do good on the track, Hamilton

I’m gonna fuck you dumb when you win

I’m gonna fuck your brains out

I wish you could hold me in your arms

I wish you could kiss me before your race

Every time she sent a text, she looked over at Lewis who would just blush harder every time, if that was even possible

Her brother had questioned her multiple times who she was texting, but she would always say it was one of her friends

Like wise did he ask Lewis, who said it was either his parents, his neighbour who was sitting Roscoe, or one of his friends

Stop sending me all those text love

Why? I can see you like them <3

She looked over at him, eyes went down to his slight boner in his trousers

You drive me crazy woman

At least I fuck as good as I drive you crazy ;)

He won the race, of course. I mean, if he hadn’t my won, maybe he wouldn’t get to fuck his teammates sister

“You need a lift home?” George asked her

“No thanks, George” She didn’t give him a reason why, but he brushed it off like he was used to it

“You did so good, baby” Her hand was on his inner thigh as he drove them to her apartment. His breath was heavier as her handed hockey closer to the place where he needed her the most

“Thank you, love” He said, his words almost getting caught in his throat. Her hand started stroking his thigh, making him harder by every stroke

They had barely entered the apartment when Lewis was all over her. His hands on her waist, pulled close to him as his lips were on hers and her hands were on his ass, squeezing him every so often

“Fuck, I want to return the favour, love” His lips traveled over to her jaw

“Then get to the bedroom, Lew” Her hands traveled him to stroke his sides

“No, I want you now” He backed her back so her ass hit the dinning table “Please” His hands went to the back of her thighs, lifting her up on the table

“Lewis, we should go to the bedroom” He had already gone to his knees as she spoke

He didn’t listen to her words, he instead proceeded to pull her closer to the edge of the table. He lifted her skirt up, giving him access to pull down her panties as she bucked her hips

She gave in, and let him do what he wanted to her. He threw her panties the floor beside them before spreading her knees, giving him more access to her cunt

He pulled one of her legs over his shoulder before darting his tongue out to lick through her folds

She moaned at the contact between his tongue and her clit. He flicked over it with his tongue as he entered her with on of his fingers

As her moans started getting loud, he inserted another finger “What wouldn’t your teammate think, huh? If he knew how you fuck his little sister” He hummed at her words giving her extra pleasure

She bucked her hips into his face, grinding on his tongue she came close to her orgasm “Fuck, baby. You’re doing so good for me” Hs Eleanor’s her head back, rolling her eyes into the back of her head “Fuck, I’m gonna cum”

A few more thrusts of his fingers and flicks of his tongue, and she came around his fingers. He rode out her high before pulling out of her and standing up

She got to the ground “The bedroom, Lew” He kissed her quick before going to the bedroom

She chuckled at his eagerness. She walked into the bedroom, seeing him already stripped naked and laid on the bed

“Good. You’re already ready for me” She smirked as she walked over to him

“I’m always ready for you, love” He said pulling her into his lap. She pulled her shirt off and unhooked her bra. She threw them both to the floor

She spit in her hand, and started stroking him slow. She lined herself up with his cock, slowly pushing him in making them both moan

“Fuck, you always fill me up so good, Lew” She smirked as she started moving. She loved hearing his moans and whimpers coming from him

“You sound so pretty” She kept praising him as he started bucking his hips up into her, meeting her thrusts

He gripped her hips tighter, slamming her down onto him. Both their moans were loud and heavy as they came closer to their orgasms

“You feel so good around me. Fuck, love. I fucking love you” He spoke between his moans “Fuck, baby. I’m gonna cum, fuck, please”

Her fingers went to her clit, circling it between her fingers. Her actions pushed her closer to her orgasm

“Cum for me, baby” He came into her, holding her down onto him. Him coming into her, sent her over the edge, coming around him for the second time today

She pulled off of him, going to the bathroom to get a damp towel to clean them both up. She laid down beside him, scooting close into him under the duvet

“I love you” He sighed holding her close kissing her forehead

“I love you too” She kissed his chest laying down hearing his heartbeat

#smut #dom!reader #formula one #lewis hamilton #Lewis Hamilton smut #Lewis Hamilton x reader #Lewis Hamilton x reader smut #Spotify #sub!lewis hamilton

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ladykailitha · 6 months

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Well Met By Moonlight Part 6

Hey, this story is back too! I know I was supposed to be working on it all of October, but that kinda went to hell as October was an unusually busy month for me.

So have a long chapter as an apology.

Here we have Wayne rocking Jason and Patrick's world and Josh just casually dropping a bomb on Steve.

Also I was noticing that engagement to my stories have dropped off again. I'mma gonna blame Tumblr and the holidays. In all seriousness if my tags aren't tag you let me know. I'll try to find a different way to tag again.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

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Jason and Patrick showed up at Wayne’s trailer at dawn. The old vampire sat on the porch with a large sun hat and every other part of his skin covered.

Both boys came to an abrupt stop.

“I didn’t know vampires could walk in daylight,” Patrick said, getting his voice back sooner than Jason.

Wayne was on them in an instant. Not as fast as he was at night, but still quicker than a human. He grabbed Patrick’s wrist and yanked it to eye level. A patch of skin showed between Wayne’s sleeve and his weathered work glove. The skin reddened but didn’t blister or catch fire.

Wayne dropped Patrick’s hand. “Our skin is merely more sensitive than yours. I moved slower to make sure none of my skin became exposed.”

Both boys gulped. They thought they were going to have an easier time during the day, but Wayne had put that to bed right quick.

“Get in the truck,” Wayne growled and the boys hurried to obey.

He got into the driver’s seat and drove out past city limits. They pulled up to an old church.

“I’m about to blow another stupid superstition out of the water,” he chuckled. “Follow me.”

He hopped out the truck and they scrambled to follow him. He walked right up to a big wrought iron gate that read: HAWKINS CITY CEMETERY and pulled out a set of keys. After he rifled through them a moment, he unlocked the gate.

He stepped onto hallowed ground and Jason and Patrick gulped audibly as they watched him cross himself.

“Follow me,” Wayne said gruffly.

The two boys hurried to obey.

They strolled through the cemetery to a relatively new part of the grounds. It had roughly ten or so headstones all about the same age, dirty and overgrown.

“You’ll start with scrubbing each of these headstones,” he told them. “I will teach you how to clean them properly and that is what you will do until I say otherwise.”

“Sir?” Patrick asked, raising his hand timidly.

Wayne huffed and cocked an eyebrow at him. “What?”

“Why are they like that?” he asked a little more sure. “Doesn’t anyone come to mourn them?”

Wayne licked his lip slowly. “This is the old Harrington pack. These are all those that sided with alpha Jack Sullivan when he chose to hunt humans in my town.”

“So they are monsters,” Jason sneered.

Wayne was on him in a second, hand wrapped around his throat. “Let me make it clear, boy. Ted Bundy was human. H.H. Holmes was human. Adolf Hitler was human. Fucking Caligula was human. Nasty people do all sorts of nasty ass shit. Monsters don’t exist. Just bad people doing horrible things to others.”

Jason’s eyes were wide. He could feel Wayne’s hand on his throat but it was so feather light he could almost trick his mind that it wasn’t there. That he could escape.

But that part of his brain that lit up when there was a predator nearby wouldn’t let him. It would take all of a single heartbeat for Wayne Munson to crush his windpipe. He would be dead before he even hit the ground.

“Steve Harrington could call you two monsters, after all,” Wayne growled. “Do you think he’d be right for it?”

Patrick refused to look at Jason or Wayne, just stared at the ground, worrying his bottom lip.

Jason’s eyes went wide as he looked into dark pools of Wayne’s eyes. What he found there weren’t the eyes of a beast or a monster, but of man granted the abilities to protect those he loved better than most.

If death was a suitable punishment for hunting and then attempted rape and murder of a woman, than why were they granted a boon when those laying there in the dirt did not.

“Why spare us?” Jason breathed. “Why not do us like you did them?”

“The mayor wanted me to,” Wayne explained. “Tearing you two apart would be as easy as ripping up a newspaper for kindling.”

“So why didn’t you?” Patrick asked, looking up at them.

“Because to me you are but infants in the grand scheme of things,” he said. “Killing you would have sent a message to the town, to the nation that hunting people like animals is not to be tolerated.”

He let go of Jason’s neck. “But do you want to know what else it would have done?”

The two boys shared a glance.

“It would have galvanized all the hunters in the country,” Wayne informed them. “They would have turned you two into martyrs. You would become their rallying cry. Hunters would have invaded our small town, killed anyone they thought was a vampire or werewolf. They wouldn’t have stopped to check either. No trials. No tests with silver. Anyone they thought was a supe, they’d be dead. This place would be in ruins in days.”

Jason and Patrick’s jaws dropped.

“And before you get any bright ideas,” he warned them, “all I have to do is turn you over to the law. Two months of a trial plus the automatic death sentence for hunting and you two are dead without the fuss.”

Patrick had started to believe him, but he knew Jason was going to a hard sell. But he had time.

“Now that’s all been cleared up,” Wayne said. “Let me show you how to clean these headstones and then you’ll be doing it all yourselves.”

They nodded and Wayne got to work. Once he was sure they had it, he perched on a nearby tree stump and watched.

“That boy shouldn’t be here,” Murray growled.

Steve sighed heavily. “So you have several times since sun up. The point of this is to teach him that werewolves aren’t the monsters from their fiction.”

They were standing in front of the compound entrance for Josh Bentley to arrive. Josh would work his first six weeks with the pack and his second six weeks with the coven. Chance would do the reverse.

Josh showed up on time, his parents trailing behind like frightened deer in the headlights.

Steve stepped forward. “Hey, Josh. Mr and Mrs Bentley. It’s nice to see you.”

Mr Bentley gripped Josh’s shoulders from behind tightly as Mrs Bentley held Josh’s hand tightly. They nodded mutely.

“So here’s how it’s going to go,” Steve continued as if they had greeted him back. “On the weekends he is here from sun up to sun down and then every day after school. He can tell you what he does here. Nothing he’ll see is a secret. However there will be areas that are off limits for his protection…” He cocked his head to side. “Mainly due to not having the strength to get there.”

They stared at him blankly and he laughed. “He’ll see what I mean later.” He held out his hand. “Come on, it’s time to show you around.”

Josh looked back at his dad, who nodded. He let go of his mom’s hand and walked toward Steve.

“This is Murray Bauman,” Steve explained. “He’s the sentry right now.”

“Why do you need a sentry if it’s not secret?” Josh asked.

Murray’s grin was slimy. “Yes, Steve, why do you need a sentry if it isn’t secret?”

“It not a secret what��s in a museum or art gallery either,” Steve said with a shrug, “but they still have people protecting it.”

“So it’s valuable?” Josh asked, eyes wide.

He ruffled the kid’s hair. “Not in the way you mean. It’s valuable because all life is valuable. One of our pups was a test subject of the last Dominus and we don’t want our own taken like that again.”

Josh nodded. They started walking through the woods, leaving a disgruntled Murray behind.

“That makes sense,” Josh said. “If someone hurt my family like that, I’m not sure I wouldn’t want to lock them to keep them safe, too.”

Steve nodded back. “Right. All the wolves are free to come and go as they will, but we screen outsiders now because it’s been scary for us.”

Josh ducked his head. “Like what we did.”

Steve stopped their trek through the woods and turned to him. “Very like. But that’s why you’re here and not Andy or Patrick or Jason. Because you realized on some level what they were doing was wrong, but went along with it because you wanted to be cool like you thought they were.”

Josh nodded. “I like basketball. It’s fun and Jason was the captain, you know. I thought it was going to be a little hazing thing. Because you were on the team, too. They made it sound like you knew it was coming and was in on it.”

Steve felt a cold sliver of dread down slip his spine. “What?”

Josh bit his lip.

“Yeah, they told us that the trap was fake and that it wasn’t real silver. Things started to get bad when they kept taking it farther and farther. The cross, the beatings...I don’t know what would have happened if that vampire had come and chased us off.”

Steve grabbed the boy’s shoulders. “Their plan was to kill me. The only reason Andy got off so lightly is that he ran when Eddie...” Josh frowned in confusion, “the vampire, swooped in to rescue me.”

Josh’s eyes went wide. “Shit, man! I swear I had no idea.”

“That’s what Sheriff Powell reported to Mayor Roberts,” Steve said. “That you and Chase had no idea what was going on. Both of you seemed to think it was a prank gone wrong.”

Josh nodded. “Honest, we did! We thought the hunter thing was just pretend. A macho club. I thought that it was a way to air out grievances. Talk about how wrong it was for them to be ruling our town.”

Steve cocked his head to the side. “But Powell and Roberts are both human. Until the attempt on my life this town was run by humans.”

Josh’s eyes went wider than Steve thought was possible on a human. “But I thought werewolves were traditionally the sheriff and vampires were the mayor!”

Steve stepped back. “Who told you that?”

Josh furrowed his brow. “It’s what they taught us in history, man.”

Steve raised his chin and heaved out a heavy sigh. “And this history lesson it wouldn’t happen to take place on a day most supernatural beings were out of class, say...the day after a full moon?”

Josh frowned as he thought back to all the times in history he heard about vampires and werewolves taking over the running of the town. “I don’t really remember, but I guess so.”

Steve’s second sigh was no less heavy. It looked like he was going to have to join the PTA.

“Come on,” he said. “Let me introduce you to the rest of the pack.”

Hopper and Joyce stayed back, but the rest rushed to meet Josh. Well, everyone but Lucas.

Lucas he already knew from basketball. The young man stood off to the side. Not hanging back like Joyce and Hopper, but not rushing to meet him either.

Lucas didn’t know how to act so he was waiting for a signal from his alpha. From his friend. From Steve.

Steve introduced the pack. The Wheelers, the Byers brothers, the Hendersons, the rest of the Sinclairs, and even Jane.

The remaining three, Joyce, Hopper, and Lucas waited to see what their alpha would do.

“In an unprecedented turn of events,” Steve said with a lopsided smile, “we have the previous alpha male and female, Jim Hopper, you know, and Joyce Byers.”

Josh cocked his head to the side. “Awk-ward.”

Steve laughed. And even Joyce couldn’t quite hide her smile.

Josh looked around. “I don’t see anything that I could do for you guys,” he said honestly.

Steve turned to three members of the pack that he hadn’t introduced yet. “This Tommy Hagen, Carol Perkins, and Robin Buckley. They’re keepers. What they do for the pack is what you’ll be learning how to do the time you’re here.”

Josh looked at the three older teenagers skeptically. “What can they do?”

Steve grinned. “Mortal families looking for prestige will send their sons or daughters to the pack to become keepers. They aren’t werewolves, they can’t change at will or in the light of the full moon, but they are stronger, faster, and more agile then your average human.”

“More durable too!” Robin said excitedly. “I haven’t broken a single bone since I became a keeper. It’s so cool!”

Josh frowned. “Do you guys remain keepers until you die or what happens?”

Tommy and Carol shared a glance, before Carol said, “You can stay a keeper all your life, you live longer than the average human, but not as long as a werewolf. Or you can go back to being human when you leave the pack to go to college or whatever. It looks killer on any resumé or application.”

“Or...” Tommy said, “you can ask to be made a werewolf. The alpha can always say no, but you can always ask. And even if the alpha does say yes, it doesn’t mean that it’ll take. But it’s not as though you’ll be maimed or killed if it doesn’t. So some people take the risk.”

“Today,” Steve said, gently steering the conversation away from transformations, “you’ll help Carol get supplies and she’ll show you where they’re put.”

“Shopping run?” Josh asked. Carol nodded. “Hell yeah. Count me in.”

Steve laughed at his enthusiasm. “Don’t say that or you’ll become her shopping buddy for life.”

Carol grinned wolfishly, but Josh just grinned back.

Josh ran off with Carol and they were chatting like old friends.

Nancy came up behind Steve and put her arm around his waist. “This was a really good idea. He gets to see how much we are the same and how special we are without all the negative mind dump the general public feeds him.”

Steve hummed. “I’m concerned about some of the things he was telling me on the way in about how negative the portrayal of us is. I need to talk to Wayne, but since he’s busy with Jason and Patrick, Eddie will have to do.”

Nancy poked his ribs and he squirmed.

“You just want to see your boyfriend,” she teased.

Steve kissed the top of her head. “Guilty as charged. But it is important I talk to him and Wayne about what Josh said. Hold down the fort for me?”

“Always.”

He gave her a hug and shifted, running for the direction of Forest Hills Trailer Park.

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Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12

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sweetlypunk · 1 year

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See you again.

JASON TODD x FEM!READER

Summary: years after the last time you two saw each other, before he died, you reencounter in a party when you thought you would never see him again.

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He wanted to kill Alfred.

Never once in his life he thought he would be capable of hating him so much. Alfred was his favorite person in the mansion, his cookies were a gift of the universe. Still, he couldn’t think of anyone he despised as much right now.

But he was a really good debater. How could he say no to Alfred?

Bruce had been invited to a rich kid’s “birthday” party. In other words, an opportunity for people to talk business without calling it business.

The son of a popular CEO was taking his place as the heir of his daddy’s business, and announcing his new role in the company at his birthday party.

It was a great opportunity to make connections—or to cover secret identities.

Bruce saw it as great opportunity, and Alfred thought it would be great for the batfamily to socialize with people more in their age range.

So of course, he helped Bruce in making them all go. No one was really happy with the idea, other than maybe Dick—Stephanie and Duke were just excited for the free rich people food.

Alfred made them all dress up, but with Jason he just got so far with taking a bath. He wore his jeans with a plain shirt, adding his leather jacket and boots.

The room was crowded, and he received various looks for his clothes. He didn’t care, he refused to dress up for this shit.

Alfred was a good debater indeed, but Jason was too. So he used the opportunity of the party to discuss his best argument:

“If a very very very bad man had killed your son, wouldn’t you—”

“I’m sorry, please excuse us” Dick smiled to the group of people Jason had been harassing as he pulled him away.

“Hey! I was in the middle of something.”

“Alfred asked you one thing” Dick gave him a stern look, “To not cause trouble and have fun. Can’t you do that?”

“I’m having fun, aren’t you having fun?” Jason spat back, but before the eldest could speak up he answered his own question. “Oh of course you aren’t. Not being able to show off yet. We are lucky you haven’t started doing an acrobat routine.”

“Hey-”

“Please, do not give him ideas.”

Jason turned around to see the source of the voice, but as soon as he laid eyes on you, he froze in place.

A pretty woman stood there with a glass in hand, smiling brightly at the men in front of her.

“Jason Todd” you hummed, “at this party? Perhaps I’m misplacing faces, is that really you?”

Trick question. Of course it was him. How could you not remember those eyes? The ones that had you so captivated when you were a young girl. Those eyes who can hypnotize anyone.

Jason didn’t answer. There was a something in his face you couldn’t quite decipher. You sipped your drink and his eyes looked you up and down. He was dumbfounded.

“Who would have thought I would find you here of all places”, you smirked, “not me for sure”

“Nor me.” He recomposed himself and finally said a word.

“Ah, at last he spoke”

“You wouldn’t shut up.” Jason gave you tilted smile, “excuse me, but you are?”

Another trick question. At first he tried to place you. Your face had been familiar, but he couldn’t relate it to a name. And then, it just came to him so naturally.

You looked different. You were no longer the tiny girl he used to know. You differed so much from that weak looking girl. He was sure no one dared to cross your path now. The fierce look in your eyes, though, was still there.

“Oh, so it is like that?” You gave him a slight push, “thought I would have made more of an impression on you.”

He smiled, you sure had done.

“How long has it been? What, seven years?”

“Feels like much more.” He sighed.

That look. That goddamn look.

“You have changed, look much more stupid than before. I like the new detail in the hair. Very fashionable.”

He laughed, and you smiled at the action.

Now it was your turn to look him up and down, stopping a bit at the sight of his jacket. “I see you have taken into establishing new fashion trends, Alfred made you accompany your father?”

He glanced at your magazine dress and then to his clothes, maybe he should have used a tie after all.

“Can’t blame you honestly, I love a good chance to dress up, but lately these parties are more boring than my college lectures. There is so many, I barely have any clothes left to wear.”

“Oh what would these people do if you wore the same dress twice” Jason teased.

“Apocalypse” you laughed, blurring the world out, the both of you back in time. The only difference was a stronger spark lighting in between.

“Grayson. Good to see you.” At last, your eyes were off the Todd boy and acknowledged the older boy.

“Right back at ya” Dick said amused, looking between you and his brother expectantly.

“Not thinking on pulling one of your stunts, are you?”

“Well, I’ve been told they are unwelcome.” He imputs jokingly.

“Don’t make a scene.” Jason told him.

“See who’s talking.” Dick said back, referring at the debate from before.

You laughed lightly and looked at Jason, tilting your head a bit, “perhaps I was wrong. You are still a bit of a troublemaker, no matter how much good it brings.”

He smiled at you softly, mesmerized by your presence. You two holding firmly to the times when he had been Robin. A past full of painful memories, scattered with the sweet ones of you. Back then, your love had been unrequited. A silly crush. But Jason couldn’t deny that there had been something. He had cared for this girl more than he should have. You had cared for his friendship more than expected.

It should have been taken all by the wind; left behind in that room that ended it all, but it came back like a boomerang.

So much untold. So much words to say right now.

“I thought…” you lowered your voice, “I would never see you again.”

He didn’t take his eyes off you, the World blurring around. A focus so hard to undo.

“Hey”

A hand appeared in your hip. “Matt and my mother are looking for you. Come on”

A man in a perfectly fit suit appeared behind you. He smiled to the batbrothers, and held out his hand for you to take. “Excuse me gentlemen.”

“Oh, yes of course.” You looked away from Jason and looked at the man behind. “I’ll be on my way.”

He didn’t budge and moved to your side instead.

You sighed and looked at the men looking at you curiously, “Excuse me gentlemen. It was a pleasure encountering you.”

“Yeah sure…” Jason turned to look at the snobby looking guy as he pulled you away.

As he turned around to try and keep up the old conversation with his brother—what were they talking about again?—the rest of his siblings came crashing back to them with tons of sweets in hand.

“Hey” Stephanie said as she chewed a few snacks, “Who was that hot chick Jason was making puppy eyes to?”

“I was not-” he looked to the side trying to not let whatever happened get to him.

“Oh you sure were.” Cass teased looking up at him.

“Who was that Jason?” Duke said as everyone turned to look at you as you chatted with a lady and two men. The hand of the man who pulled you away resting softly in your hip.

Something told Jason that Alfred was not in his killing list anymore.

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Regarding your post about the Titan’s Tower thing, I think it’s a little irritating how many people treat it in fanon. In canon, Jason beats Tim up badly but doesn’t do anything too extreme, so it makes sense that it wouldn’t be Tim’s biggest trauma at the time. Fanon ramps it up to 11 and often makes so that Jason gleefully tortures Tim to the point of it being irredeemable. But then they double back and try to make us feel bad for Jason and try to make both of them reconcile by saying “it was the pit that made him do it”. I find it tasteless and honestly a little triggering.

Yeah, it’s a little bit backwards because in fanon it seems like a lot of people are writing about Titan’s Tower to try to...fix Tim and Jason’s early relationship, I guess, while still keeping it angsty? But without reading Teen Titans #29 or the surrounding comics, there’s no context for what they’re trying to fix. I think a lot of them don’t realize that the throat-slitting thing was in Batman: Hush, for example, not at Titans Tower. So they make this particular attack worse just by adding that in.

I’ve also noticed a lot of confusion over ages, making Tim much younger than he was (like 13-14 instead of 16) and Jason a bit older (he should be 18, but fics often seem to have no idea--and tbh that’s fair because the comic artists didn’t seem to know either lol). Which, like with the Tim vs Damian issue, it does change the dynamic of the fight when they have a larger age gap.

Also IMO Jason wasn’t even trying to leave Tim for dead, like I don’t think that was the point of the fight for him. It honestly seemed like the fight itself doesn’t last long and it was mostly Jason venting and seeing what Tim is like, along with kinda sending a message of “I’m here and I’m different than I was before; I did this.” Which doesn’t excuse Jason, I just don’t think people really get what the motivations were. If Jason wanted to kill Tim, he could have, but I honestly don’t think that was the point of the fight for him.

And yeah, the mischaracterization of pit madness is a big part of it. Not that Jason couldn’t have been affected by the pit at all (Ra’s seemed to think there was some influence), but he DOES have full autonomy over his actions, the pit can’t take full control of Jason and make him do things against his will—in comics, pit madness is not really an embodied force of the pit with an autonomous will to control peoples actions so they do specific things it wants (can a vat of mysterious chemicals even want anything?).

Jason is not really being mind controlled or possessed by the pit...because the pit isn’t an entity that can do that, at least not in any comics I’ve read. But fanon does treat it like it almost has a mind of its own, giving him glowing green eyes when its influencing him most (even though Jason wasn’t even dumped in a green pit, it was orange; and his eyes were still blue because the pits don’t usually change your eye color...).

I understand people like the supernatural element of all that, but there’s already a supernatural element to the Lazarus Pit, just not in that way, and adding all of this would require reworking a lot of other things. Jason was absolutely the one who chose to go after Tim, even if his psyche was changed from being healed by the pit. And while Jason very much needed help because he was traumatized and mentally unstable, his need for help doesn’t absolve him of responsibility over his harmful actions—and it was his responsibility, not the pit’s or Talia’s.

Honestly, creating a new excuse for Jason’s actions does a disservice to his character and to every other character he hurt at the time. It doesn’t actually change anything Jason did, it just shifts the blame and autonomy of his actions away from him, even though he canonically did it of his own accord. Which then makes everyone else’s reactions look less reasonable just because they correctly recognize his autonomy in the harmful choices he made. If you don’t like what Jason chose to do in canon...maybe change his actions, not his responsibility over them?

It also completely undermines Jason’s point, which is that he is the one who did it. He set up the whole elaborate plot specifically because he wanted everyone (especially Bruce) to know it was him doing it. If you make the pit do it, that defeats the point. There are so many good ways to make Jason’s return kinder to his character, without changing nearly every feature and context of his story (and everyone else’s).

#closest to fanon pit madness is nora fries in batgirl 70 and even that isnt like fanon—and it was meant to be an unusual event #jason todd #tim drake #lazarus pits #dc comics #I hope people know im not trying to be mean or anything. have fun. i just wish people would do more research abt the source materials...#canon vs fanon #heroesriseandfall #batfam #anon #asks #inbox #bonds: no one could forget you #teen titans (2003)#fandom critical #ig?#dc meta #dc

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Chapter 7!

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Steve Harrington: Vampire Hunter

CW character death, canon typical violence

Steve returned to the center at 8:55pm. He was once again forced to enter the building unarmed, due to their security. You would think being attacked at a place in broad daylight would exclude a guy from those types of measures, but apparently not. Granted, Steve had taken the attacker out with his bare hands. Maybe the powers-that-be assumed he could do it again if necessary, or maybe they were the kind of people who didn’t expect two bad things to happen in only one day. Oh to be so blessed.

Thankfully, there was a different receptionist on duty at the desk this evening, so he wouldn’t have to deal with Andy asking after Robin because he’d forced her to stay home. It was a young girl. She looked nervous as Steve approached and he couldn’t blame her. Surely she’d have heard what happened there earlier in the day. Honestly he was surprised the place hadn’t canceled its programming for the night.

“The order welcomes you.” She said, with a tight-lipped smile. “How can I help you today?”

“I’m here to see Jason Carver.”

She nodded, checking something on her monitor.

“Right this way Mr. Harrington.”

She waved him through a side door that led to a set of offices, the largest of which bore a placard that read, Order Leader Jason Carver.

Steve pushed the door open, revealing a young man with blonde hair sitting behind a modest oak desk. Carver may have appeared to be the same age as Steve, but he knew for a fact that the vampire before him was quite a bit older than he looked. His boyish face screamed innocence, it was the perfect camouflage for a blood sucking predator. Steve suspected it was also what allowed him to amass a following of this size without being officially accused of starting a cult.

“Harrington.” Jason greeted him with a curt nod.

“Carver.” Steve replied, holding the other man’s gaze for a long moment before taking the seat across from him.

Jason quirked his head to the side like a curious dog. “I have to say, waking up to find your name in my appointments was quite the surprise. I didn’t think you’d ever grace us with your presence without the police being involved.”

“I may not be here on official business today, but that doesn’t mean this is a social call.” Steve snapped. Unable to keep his disdain for the man out of his voice.

“Why are you always so hostile towards me, Steve? What have I, or my people, ever done to deserve that?” Carver asked, frowning. He looked for all the world as if his feelings had actually been hurt.

Steve raised an eyebrow. He didn’t buy the act, and could think of many things that creatures like Jason Carver and his followers had done to earn his bad opinion of them. His body was littered with scars, real physical evidence of the harm vampires could cause. Of course, lately, because of Dustin, Steve had begun to accept the fact that maybe not all of them were inherently bad. The jury was still out on Eddie, as far as he was concerned, but the dark haired vampire had helped Steve as much as he was able, and that counted for something. However, he wasn’t ready to extend those new feelings of good will towards a prick like this.

When Steve remained quiet, Carver continued. “I can understand, because of your line of work, why you would be predisposed not to trust my kind, but I can assure you none of my people attack humans or feed from them without consent. Not once they join the order. That is not our way.”

“How can you be sure of that? What happens to a member if they do break the rules? Are they punished? Kicked out? Do you report them to the police?” Steve asked, genuinely curious. The order was very popular and their membership grew larger every day. As the leader, and a master vampire, that meant Jason was in charge of them all. How was he maintaining control?

“I am not here to mete out punishment or treat my followers like children. That’s the problem with the old ways. There is no free will or middle ground when it comes to vampires. If you’re not on the top, you're on the bottom, and at the mercy of whatever your master wishes. I am trying to do something different here. So no, I don’t torture or threaten my people into following the rules. Every vampire or pre-transition human, upon joining the order, signs a moral contract. It is a binding promise between them, and whatever higher power they believe in, to cause no harm, and to only feed in a manner that respects the gift that is being given, among other things.”

Steve snorted. “Right, because no one has ever broken a contract before, or, y'know, lied.”

“That is how free will works, Harrington.”

It was almost admirable, Steve thought begrudgingly. It was a nice idea, in theory, what Jason was trying to accomplish, but It was also completely unrealistic. Steve might be willing to accept that there were a few good vampires out there, but he still believed that the majority of them were decidedly not good, and needed someone to hold their leash.

“So you can’t actually assure me that none of your people have ever stepped out of line. You wouldn’t know, per se, if any of them had something to do with the vampire murders?"

“Ah, so the reason for this little visit becomes clear at last.” Jason actually had the nerve to laugh. “What would make you think my people had anything to do with that? We are non-violent. That doesn’t exactly go hand-in-hand with murder.”

“Non-violent. Right. Does that mean you have no idea that your followers carried out a protest that looked more like a riot at a freak party last night? Guns were fired, Carver. People were hurt.”

Jason’s face twisted in disgust. “The order takes quite an issue with the freak community, and the way they sexualize what we are, and what we consume to survive. It’s sickening. Depraved.”

Steve felt a flash of shame, realizing that not long ago he would have agreed with this man. Now he scowled, thinking of Chrissy and of the others who had been so nice to him at the party. They didn’t deserve that kind of judgment and hatred.

Carver kept going, unaware of Steve’s inner turmoil. “There is a small faction of my followers that have grown tired of waiting for the courts to rule those types of get togethers illegal, and have taken matters into their own hands. While I may agree with them, I do not condone their actions. I’ll see what I can do to make sure it doesn’t happen again.”

It wasn’t anywhere near good enough, but Steve would take it over nothing. “And the murders?” He prompted.

Jason leveled him with a challenging stare, which he returned, only flinching when the other man moved to grab his wrist where it rested on the desk between them. The action was a blur, so fast that Steve’s mind barely knew what was happening, yet still he managed to get out of reach in time.

“What are you doing?” Steve accused.

“Testing a theory.” Carver said, casually. “Do you even realize that you’ve been looking me in the eyes this whole time?”

Steve hadn’t realized that actually, and it was a dumb move on his part for a lot of reasons. Namely, that he couldn’t afford getting used to this new level of ability when he planned to do whatever he could to get rid of this thing with Eddie as soon as possible.

“I have some natural immunity, and it's not as if you are trying to bespell me.” Steve deflected.

The vampire narrowed his eyes. “Yet you’ve never trusted that fact before. What’s different now?”

Steve kept his mouth shut. He felt like this was a test. Like Carver already knew something and was just waiting for him to give it away.

“Not to mention the fact that you came here to accuse, or at least heavily imply that me and my people are murderers. Seems like an odd time to relax your stance on eye contact.” Jason considered, studying Steve’s face. “Who do you belong to?” he asked, finally.

“Myself.” Steve declared. The answer came naturally and without hesitation.

“If you truly believe that, you are living in serious denial. I would say you’ve been given at least the first mark. I can’t deny being curious about who could have convinced a vampire hunter to tie themselves to one of us.”

Steve blinked, again unsure of how to respond. Apparently his face had done it for him.

“Oh. You didn’t agree to this, did you?”

“It’s complicated.” Steve said, defensively.

Jason gave him a knowing smile. “I’m sure she’s very pretty, but if you find yourself in need of assistance with the situation, the order would be happy to help”

He would never be desperate enough to take Carver up on that offer, and honestly, Steve couldn’t help pushing. He resented the assumption, and just had to know if the poster boy for vampire purity was also a homophobe.

“While he is very pretty, this was done to save my life, and I have the situation handled. Thanks for the concern.”

Jason frowned again. “Attending freak parties and bonding yourself with a male vampire, I wonder what your father thinks of all this. He must be terribly concerned about you.”

It wasn’t quite the gotcha move Jason thought it was. He wasn’t surprised to find out Carver was acquainted with his father, and Steve already knew he was the family disappointment. This would change nothing even if it did get back to his dad. Still, he’d reached his limit of bullshit for the evening.

“Enough of this, Carver. I didn’t come here to talk about my private life. Multiple master level vampires have been murdered in this city, all of them belonging to Billy. Not a single victim has been from your organization. You can't say that isn’t suspicious.”

“How do you know the perpetrator isn’t human? You yourself have killed, how many vampires now?”

Steve shook his head. “I’ve seen the bodies, no human has that kind of strength.”

“I would know if one of my people had done such a thing.” Carver stated, sounding so sure of himself.

“Maybe you do and you’re trying to protect them.” Steve speculated. “Or maybe you yourself gave the order. I haven't learned much here tonight, but I bet if I took that little theory to Hopper, he’d be more than happy to shut you down for a while and give things a thorough investigation.”

Steve didn’t really think Carver had the balls for something like this, but he did think it was more than possible that someone connected to his organization was involved.

Carver stiffened. “No need for threats, I will talk to my people.”

“What good would that do?”

“I have.. ways to know if they are being truthful. I promise to pass along any pertinent information to you, as long as you don’t send the police to my door.”

Steve nodded, and rose to leave, knowing that was the best he would get tonight. Before opening the office door he turned back to Carver. “You should know, I was attacked today in your lobby. Someone doesn’t want me to solve this case, and they knew I was here.”

It wasn't until Steve was walking back down the hall that he felt his phone vibrating in his pocket. He scrambled for it but didn’t manage to pick up in time. The screen told him it was the 3rd missed call from Dustin in the last few minutes. Shit.

He quickly hit the call back button and raced out of the building towards his car. Dustin answered on the first ring.

“Steve? Steve! You gotta get over here quick. Billy has Chrissy. It’s…it’s bad.” He sobbed, dropping his voice to a whisper as he continued. “They hurt her.”

“Where are you?” Steve asked, frantic.

The only reply he got were the sounds of a struggle on the other end of the call. He screamed into the phone, “Dustin! .. Dustin!”

After a long stretch of silence he was greeted with the sound of deep male laughter.

“Oh, Stevie-boy.” Billy crooned. “Maybe if you’d spent more time investigating the murders, like I asked you to do, and less time helping my people betray me, it wouldn’t have come to this. But, here we are! Come to the coffin, if you dare, and see what I've done to your pretty little bitch.”

“I’ll kill you, you son of a bitch!” Steve growled into the phone, but it was no use. Billy had already hung up.

Steve double parked in front of the theater, not willing to waste even one second looking for a parking spot. They could tow him for all he cared, none of it mattered right then. He left the gun where it was, locked in the car. It would take too long to retrieve and he doubted they would let him keep it anyway. He did take half a second to shove a knife down the side of each of his boots before walking to the front door of the venue, though.

There was a show going on that night and the place was crawling with civilians, humans. A girl approached him at the entrance, she wore a name tag that said her name was Heather. It took him a moment to recognize her as the brunette who had been hanging all over Billy at their first meeting. Had that really only been a few days ago? So much had happened in such a short time, Steve thought it felt more like weeks.

She led him through the crowd and into a backstage area. He knew, sort of, where he was going from here. He wanted to blow past her, start screaming Chrissy's name and find her before it was too late, but he still didn’t know what this girl was, and if he’d be able to take her easily or not. It wouldn’t do Chrissy any good if he was hurt or killed before he could reach her. For that reason alone he just barely managed to keep his composure.

When they reached the under stage area and turned, Steve had a feeling he knew exactly where they were headed. He was proven right when they reached the door to the same basement room he’d been kept in.

The door opened and Steve sucked in a sharp breath.

Chrissy was bound to the far wall opposite the wooden steps. He couldn’t tell if she was dead or just unconscious, but she sagged in her chains, eyes closed. She was covered in blood and over half a dozen fresh bites. Billy and Neil stood on either side of her, red smeared around both of their mouths and dripping onto their bare chests. He ran down the steps and tried to rush to her side but Billy stepped in his path.

“Why are you doing this?”

“You only have yourself to blame for this one Stevie-boy.”Billy said, smirking as he licked his lips clean.

“All I’ve done is what you asked me to do!” Steve shouted directly in his face.

Billy grinned. “So bold in the face of me and my father, even as we have your girlfriend chained to the wall like a fucking animal. Does Eddie truly inspire this much bravery?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Why are you doing this. What are you talking about.” Neil mimicked him, laughing. “Have you always been so pathetic? I cannot fathom why my kind are afraid of you, Harrington.”

Steve wasn’t aware that he was well known enough among the vampires to be feared. It would be an interesting idea to think on if he weren’t far too busy worrying about his friend at the moment.

“I’m not an idiot. I figured out your play, and let’s just say I'm not impressed.” Billy said.

“I still don’t understand.”

“Let’s go discuss things in a more..comfortable environment.”

“I’m not leaving this room until you let me see her.” Steve hissed through clenched teeth.

Billy sighed. “God, you're so tedious. Knock yourself out. We’ll be waiting outside.”

Steve didn’t wait for the three of them to leave before going to Chrissy. He cradled her face gently, using two fingers to check the pulse in her neck. It was strong and steady. She was still alive, for now, and if he had anything to say about it, she would remain that way.

He smoothed the hair off of her forehead, trying to gently rouse her. “Chrissy?”

Her eyes blinked open, they swam with fear, then confusion, before finally settling on recognition.

“Steve.” She said, voice hoarse.

“I’m so sorry.” He sobbed, letting a few tears fall from his eyes. She looks so small and hopeless. He couldn’t stand it.

“It’s not your fault.”

It certainly felt like it was, after what Billy had said.

“I’m going to get you out of here.” Steve promised, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.

Tears fell down her cheeks and Steve swiped them away. She gave him a watery smile “Sure Steve.”

“Times up” Heather called loudly from behind him. Steve hadn't realized she was still in the room, and apparently waiting for him at the top of the stairs.

He didn't know what else he could say, and making Billy wait even longer wasn’t going to earn him any favors. So, with one last look back at Chrissy, he made his way up the stairs and out into the hall. Heather once again led the way, ushering him into another room.

Steve immediately rounded on Billy where he sat in a high-backed chair. “What do you want from me?”

“Eddie Munson should be growing weak, rotting inside his coffin. Care to tell me how it is that he is still strong and healthy?”

“How should I know? Why are you hurting Chrissy?” Steve asked, puzzled.

“She needed to learn her place, as did your little friend Dustin. Don’t worry, I have him trapped in his coffin for now but I'll let him out eventually. I took her partially to punish you, and maybe add some extra incentive for you to pick up the pace in your investigation.”

“Why punish me?”

Billy truly looked him over then. “Do you really not know?” He hummed, considering. “Heather, baby, come here for a second.”

The girl complied quickly, coming over to sit on his lap. Like that was a normal thing to do mid interrogation.

Billy placed a hand on her thigh and squeezed hard enough to hurt, but she just smiled as he asked, “What do you think, does he really not know?”

She giggled, the high bright noise sounding out of place in the moment. “Yea. He doesn’t seem like he’s lying. Maybe he’s just not too bright.”

“Well, I'll be damned.” Billy said, leaning back in the chair and shoving her unceremoniously off of his lap. “I didn’t think Eddie had it in him to do something this devious. Two marks on a human who doesn’t even know what it means? That’s low.”

It wasn’t shocking to hear, Steve had suspected it, he just didn’t quite understand what it all meant and why Billy was so pissed off about the whole thing.

“Heather here is my human servant, has been for.. How long would you say?” He asked, directing another question at her.

“90 years give or take.”

Steve’s heart started to race at the implications. “But you look 20, you're not a vampire..”

Billy smiled, basking in Steve’s sudden panic. “I’ve given her all 4 marks, she’s still technically human, but she’ll live as long as I do.”

“No, Eddie wouldn’t…”

“He must have been very desperate, there's no way to reverse the process once it’s started. The second mark allows him to feed energy off of you to sustain himself, you’ve been helping him all this time.”

Steve didn’t want to believe it. He hadn’t admitted it to himself before now, but deep down he had hoped that Eddie would turn out to be a good guy. Good guys did not force an irreversible bond on you, no matter the reason. He couldn’t worry about that now, he had to find some way to salvage this, to save Chrissy.

“But I didn’t know I was doing it, how can you blame me for that?” Steve reasoned.

Billy ignored the question. “Eddie has supporters among my people. Those who'd rather see him in power over me. I could kill him outright, but that would make him a martyr. If however, I kill someone he has given his protection to, it might go a long way in showing that he is not worth their loyalty.”

Steve knew what that meant for Chrissy, and it made his blood run cold.

“No!” He shouted, pleading with Billy. “You don’t have to do this!”

“I would think this was a lesson you’d have learned by now, Harrington. You can’t save everyone. Sometimes, you can’t save anyone but yourself.” With that, Billy gave a nod to Neil, who disappeared from the room in the blink of an eye.

Steve ran after him, Billy didn’t even try to stop him. Both of them knew Steve would never make it in time, but he had to try.

Steve skidded to a stop at the open doorway, staring down. Neil stood there, eyes glittering and covered in even more blood than before. Behind him, Chrissy’s head sat at an odd angle and he knew she was already gone. The bastard had torn into her throat with his fangs and broken her neck for good measure.

Steve screamed wordlessly as he ran down the stairs. When he reached the bottom he bent down, pulling the knife from his right boot without missing a step, as he barreled towards the piece of shit that had just killed his friend.

He wasn't fast enough, and Neil spun out of the way before he could sink the blade into his body. As Steve readied himself for another go at the man, Billy arrived..

“I can’t let you kill him for this, Steve.” Billy said, as he descended into the room. He sounded almost apologetic about it. “If you want to avoid a similar fate I suggest you start learning who your real master is.”

“Fuck you.” Steve snarled.

Billy was suddenly in front of him, having crossed the room too quickly to see. He held Steve off the ground and up against the wall by the throat. “One way or another you will learn respect.”

Steve tried to raise the arm holding the knife, but found himself unable to move, frozen in place. He had no chance now that Billy was touching him. He did the only thing he could manage, and spit right in his face.

Billy growled, face contorting with anger as he released his throat. Steve stumbled as his feet hit the ground, but still he raised the knife, knowing he only had a fraction of a second to do any damage before Billy would be back on him. He shoved upward with the blade and it sank home in the vampire's lower stomach. It was nowhere near his heart, and wouldn’t accomplish much more than pissing him off further, but Steve felt a sick sense of satisfaction in knowing he had made the other man bleed.

Steve was shoved back with a shoulder, hard enough to knock the wind out of him. Billy twisted Steve's head to the side, and for a moment he thought he was about to die the same way Chrissy had, but the vampire had other plans.

Steve realized what was coming only a second before he felt the sting of sharp teeth in his neck, and he could do nothing but fade into the quiet dark that washed over him as Billy fed.

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Gareth Emerson x Reader

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warnings: language, adult flirting with minor, alcohol

i love him so much what is wrong with me i’m obsessed

It was a shitty situation at first. you thought that having to ben the ride homegrown the Hideout for your older brother, Clayton would suck.

You thought that you’d be stuck in the car the whole time. Waiting for a more mellow version of your tightly wound brother to stumble out.

But he invited you to come in.

“What? Why? You do realize I’m only seventeen right?”

He scoffed and waved his hand in a care-free way.

“Surely they won’t care. Just don’t get any alcohol. They’ll never know. Besides, the band tonight is a bunch of kids from your school.”

The only people in your school that you knew were in a band were Eddie Munson’s crowd.

It wouldn’t be so bad if it was them. You had a few classes with their drummer, Gareth.

He always kept to himself in class. However, if it had anything to do with Jason Carver or his goons, he would scoff, roll his eyes, or quietly comment something only loud enough for the person next to him to hear.

You sat next to him in two of the three classes you shared.

He was always without a pencil, and you’ve learned by now to bring an extra for him at the beginning of each week.

He tried to return a pencil exactly one time. It was about half of the size it was when you gave it to him, and covered in bite marks.

You told him he could keep it, and he smiled and thanked you.

You weren’t but afraid to admit (to yourself) that you thought he was kinda cute. Or maybe he was super cute.

Maybe this trip to the Hideout wouldn’t be so bad if he was there.

“Alright fine, I’ll come in.”

Clayton smiled and nodded, hopping out of the car and striding to the door.

You took the keys out of the car and followed him.

He opened the door for you and you walked inside.

Immediately met with the smell of beer and cigarettes.

You first noticed the warm glow of the yellow light above the bar.

Then, the stage.

It was only elevated about a foot higher than the rest of the floor. The light hung above the stage were dim and slowly turning different colors.

You couldn’t make out who was on the stage at the time, but there was a few people shuffling around and setting stuff up.

There were about six middle-aged men in the lounge. Their drinks already half-empty.

Clayton headed over to the bar and perched on a barstool.

He then looked at you and patted the one they to him.

You raised a weary eyebrow at him, but sat down where he requested.

He order a tall beer and got you a sweet tea to ‘start off the night’.

The bartender got you your drinks and Clayton spun around to face the stage.

You slowly did the same, more careful not to spill your drink.

“So why did you want me to come in here so badly?”

Clayton smirked and shrugged.

“I just didn’t feel like drinking alone tonight. Plus, we haven’t spent quality time together in so long.”

He smiled at you innocently.

Obviously, he was planning something.

“Why are you being so weird? Quality time? In a bar?”

He shrugged.

“It’s just one of my favorite places. We’ll go to your favorite place next.”

“Do you mean tonight or next time you want ‘quality time’ together?”

You used quotation marks to the fact that you weren’t falling for his bullshit.

“Depends on how it goes here.”

He took a swig after speaking.

What was he on about?

You rolled your eyes and took a sip of your tea, which had a little too much lemon in it.

You grabbed a sugar packet and tore it open, pouring it into your glass and stirring it with your straw.

As you sipped on your drink, the colorful lights above the stage faded out to black.

The lights above the bar flicked off, startling you a bit.

Then the stage lights flicked on quickly at the same time that a chord was strung.

There was a little fog from a fog machine rolling off the stage.

Eddie Munson was in the middle, a cocky smirk painted on his features.

He continued playing and eventually the rest of the band started.

You barely even noticed but what song they started playing, though.

You were busy noticing the drummer.

Gareth was incredibly enthusiastic when playing the drums.

You’d never seen him play before, but now you could imagine this isn’t how he always played. All or nothing.

His fluffy hair was bouncing everywhere and his hands were going as fast as they could.

You couldn’t help but think how hot it’s was.

You had always sort of had a thing for bands, specifically drummers or bass players.

But this, was almost too much.

You knew that you liked Gareth, and you knew that he played the drums.

However, seeing it happen is a lot more exciting then imagining it.

You were brought back to the real world when Clayton tapped on your shoulder.

“You seem amazed. I thought they were good, but not like, jaw-dropping drooling at the mouth good.”

You hit him in the arm.

“I am not drooling, you dick.”

“Ah, but your jaw has been dropped, no?”

You hit him again and he chuckled while rubbing his arm.

The two of you spent the next two hours sitting at the bar.

Clayton started getting loud after a few drinks.

You were trying different virgin drinks and watching Gareth.

It was now 11:30, and the band was playing their last song.

Clayton tapped on your shoulder and practically yelled in your ear.

“I’m gonna head to the bathroom before everyone else tries to go.”

You winced a little at his voice and nodded.

He walked out the bathroom, stubbing his toe and cursing along the way.

You rolled your eyes and laughed at him, then focused your attention back to the stage.

Eddie was thanking everyone for coming, even thought there was only like seven people there.

Gareth still looked like he was out of breath.

They were all sweating, and Eddie and Gareth we’re the only ones who’s didn’t look like hey wanted to go home.

Gareth was looking at everyone who was there. He had a mental checklist he was going through.

Old guy, check.

Old guy 2, check.

Dickhead Judd, check.

That one guy who always asks if he’s working hard or hardly working, check.

David, check.

Pete, check.

Y/n.

Huh? What are they doing here?

Gareth couldn’t help but smile at you and the fact that you were watching the band play at the Hideout.

Did they come here for him? Maybe. Hopefully. Probably not.

You saw that Gareth was looking at you.

And smiling.

You stared for a second and then realized you were being rude, and smiled back.

The rest of the band was packing their things up, and Gareth just stood there until Eddie smacked the side of his head and told him to help.

You laughed a little and then turned around to face the bar.

You were patiently waiting for Clayton to come back, when you felt a hand on your shoulder.

You turned, expecting to see your brother.

You didn’t. You saw some guy that was in the lounge a moment ago.

You’re face fell serious and you furrowed you’re eyebrows.

“Hey there, darlin’. Can I buy you a drink?”

You shook your head, the words you wanted to say not coming out.

“Aw come on, don’t be like that. What’s wrong?”

You swelled the nervous lump in your throat and spoke.

“I don’t know you. Sorry.”

You didn’t need to apologize, you were just trying to be polite.

“Alright then, let me fix that. My name’s Judd. What’s your name, sweetheart?”

“I, uh, I got to go.”

You stood up to walk towards the door, but you were stopped by a rough hand grabbing your arm.

“Come on baby, don’t be rude. I’m just bein’ friendly.”

You tried to pry his hand off of you but he only gripped tighter.

“Let go of me.”

“Now, whats got you all sour?”

Out of nowhere, Gareth appeared next to you, grabbing Judd’s wrist.

“Judd, what have you been told about touching people?”

Judd glared at Gareth.

“Mind your business, Emerson. Unless you want me to talk to your mama.”

“What are you gonna do, tell her I stopped you from trying to assault a minor?”

Judd looked at you for a second and then back to Gareth.

Gareth raised his eyebrows.

Judd let go of you and erred has his hand out of Gareth’s grip, grumbling as he walked away.

Gareth looked back at you with a worried look.

“You okay?”

He gently touched your arm where Judd had grabbed you.

You smiled at him.

“I’m fine. Thanks.”

“Yeah, no problem. I just thought you looked like you needed help. Not that you actually look like you need help i just mean that- well you probably didn’t need my help-“

He stopped rambling when you chuckled at him.

He smiled and shook his head.

“Sorry, I’m not making fun of you. I’m laughing with you.”

Gareth scoffed.

“I’m not laughing.”

You smiled at him and shrugged.

Clayton returned from the bathroom at that moment.

He patted Gareth’s shoulder.

”Great performance, drummer boy. My dear little sister was impressed.”

He attempted a wink at Gareth.

Gareth smiled and looked at you.

Your face felt a bit warm.

Eddie approached the group and smiled at Clayton.

“Ah yes, Clayton L/n. Good to see you, man.”

Clayton moved his hand from Gareth’s shoulder to Eddie’s and nodded at him.

“You seem to have drank quite a bit, buddy. I’ll drive you home.”

You looked at Eddie and shook your head.

“That’s okay, I’m here to take-“

Clayton cut you off.

“Alright then. Let’s go Edster.”

Before you knew it you and Gareth were protesting and plowing after after the two.

They climbed into Eddie’s van and drove off.

Gareth sighed.

“He drove me here.”

You looked over at him.

“I can take you home.”

He looked at you and smiled.

“Really? My house isn’t out of your way.”

You raised an eyebrow at him.

“You know where I live, Gareth?”

“We’ll yeah, it’s like by the trailer park and I was going to Eddie’s one time and i saw you outside walking your dog so I’m not creepy I swear I just-”

He stopped when he realize he was rambling again.

“I was just kidding dude. You don’t need to be nervous. I don’t bite. Unless you want me to.”

You weren’t sure where this newfound confidence came from, but Gareth seemed to like it.

Gareth laughed as the two of you got in your car.

“And what if I did?”

You raised and eyebrow at him as you started your engine.

“Did what?”

“What if I wanted you to bite me?”

You panicked for a second, but then decided he was just joking around.

“Only if you ask nicely.”

He chuckled again and shook his head.

“You are something else, Y/n.”

You couldn’t help but smile to yourself as you drove out of the parking lot.

Hearing him say your name almost sounded better than the music playing on your radio, which he had turned up.

After he told you husband address, he started slightly bobbing his head and mouthing the words to a Metallica song.

You started singing it out loud and joined you.

The two of you were belting out lyrics together the rest of the way to his house.

Once you got there, you turned the radio down and looked over to to him.

“Well, I guess this is the end of tonight.”

His smile faltered when you said that.

“It’s be nice if it wasn’t, though.”

Your face was warm again.

“This wasn’t fun, Gareth. And I love being with you, but i do still have a curfew.”

After a few seconds he smiled again.

“Come pick me up at 2 tomorrow. We’ll hang out again.”

You smiled.

“Okay, I will.”

Suddenly, he leaned towards you and pressed a rough kiss to your lips.

It last about three seconds, but felt like forever.

“Sorry, I’ll go now. Goodnight.”

Gareth got out and shut the door, running up to his house and hurrying inside.

You took a moment to calm yourself.

You were overcome with ecstasy.

Gareth kissed you.

You pulled out of his driveway and started planning your date for tomorrow.

#gareth x reader #gareth emerson #stranger things

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fryingpan1234567 · 1 year

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Jason Todd was seven years old when Tony Stark announced on live television that he was the one and only Iron Man.

Despite his mother’s wishes, because she didn’t like him watching the news, tiny him sat eagerly in front of their small tv. His father hadn’t been home in… well, it didn’t matter, but it probably wouldn’t be any time soon either.

“Iron Man…” he had whispered, pressing a little hand to the screen (something that would earn him new bruises had his dad actually been around).

And then, well, he’d had to go to bed. Early, which pissed him off a little, but he had blissful dreams of terrorist-busting heroes in red, fancy helmets and too many guns to count. He did not know the reason for his premature bedtime was that his mother was off to the doctor to discover the results of her previous MRI… and they weren’t pretty.

But he wouldn’t find that out until he was ten and he had to catch his mother as she passed out in the supermarket one day, and he had to beg at least three people before someone called an ambulance.

He sat curled into a ball in the ER’s waiting area, choking back tears as a nurse told him the truth. A truth that, unfortunately, had not been revealed to him until it was too late, and he was left regretting every time in his life where he’d taken his mother, kind and beautiful, intelligent and the only one who cared, for granted.

The short time they were in the Gotham Community Clinic, Jason had prayed to whatever god he didn’t really believe in to save his mother, send the Avengers, send Iron Man, but it didn’t happen.

His mother had died three days after being admitted to the hospital.

And no matter how irrationally he’d reacted, how many doctors he’d fought and nurses he’d screamed at, he had learned a valuable lesson that day.

You can’t rely on superheroes. Not to do the small things. So Jason decided he was going to be a different type of hero- one that payed attention to the “little” things, the kids on the streets, struggling single moms, men who can barely feed themselves. He’d honestly fight the American healthcare system if he had to.

Bruce Wayne had known from the second he’d met Jason Todd that he was different from Dick Grayson. Grayson was a sad little kid, one who’d lost everything, and he needed the support of beating the living shit out of bad people to keep going.

Jason hadn’t had the luxury of someone handing him an escape route from the pain. He’d carved one for himself with his bare hands, and he relied on no one and nothing but himself.

Maybe it was a good change of pace from Dick. A Robin who was more similar to Batman than a kid who acted his age? Maybe that would be more handy.

Bruce had turned out to be right, of course, Jason was his golden child until he went and became a crime lord. But the hero role- especially as a sidekick- didn’t feel as right as Jason had hoped it would be.

Bats wasn’t willing to do everything it took to bring down evil people. He pulled punches and threw people in the most useless jail in the history of existence only for them to break out and continue to hurt people.

Becoming Red Hood was an experience Jason needed to fit in his own shoes. He made that helmet like Tony Stark’s from all those years ago, face plate and glowing eyes, red as blood. He made it so it was the face people could really count on, and not just when the entire world was in danger and nothing less.

Of course those people looking up to him didn’t need to know about the decapitated-heads-in-duffel-bags incidents, but most of the time he did good. It was probably a good thing the Joker was too smart to seek out the Red Hood, who wasn’t afraid (very willing to in fact) to put a bullet or six in his pasty white forehead.

The Avengers, the Justice League, Batman, Iron Man, all these big shiny heroes- they weren’t enough. Maybe when Darksyde or Thanos or some other big alien dude with a menacing name came down to rain hell on earth, but how often does that happen? Most of the time they just sit around congratulating themselves for being useful once every five years.

That’s why people like Spider-Man and Red Robin were better, in Jason’s opinion. They helped when they’re needed, not when big scary corporations decide they’re needed (seriously, the Sokovia Accords? Worst idea ever).

Those “little” people are, in fact, the majority of the planet. If they’re all suffering and no one does anything to stop that, what’s the point of saving the whole planet? Nobody wants to live on it.

Maybe the Red Hood doesn’t pull punches. He can and will shoot you for a basic bank robbery. But without him, people like Iron Man wouldn’t even have jobs to do, no matter the time gap between them.

~~~~~ anyways I wanted to talk about Jason

#jason todd #marvel x dc #marvel #dc #tony stark #bruce wayne #dick grayson #batman #robin #red hood #iron man #red robin #spider-man

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chamiryokuroi · 2 years

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I'm super invested in the trio au! Considering you said that Bernard is the muscles of the three, while Tim is the info guy and Darla the mastermind (I'm assuming) it has a very leverage vibe with the later seasons! Especially with the whole bad guys make the best good guys angle they have in terms of cleaning things up from the inside. Does Bernard tend towards being like Eliot Spencer? Very soft for those he loves but also super fighty when needed? Does he tend to always put his body between the other two and danger? I just love the idea of Bernard throwing himself over Tim and Darla. Taking blows and bullets and always getting back up. Always making sure the other two are safe and sound and only then begrudgingly allowing himself to be seen to. Does Tim get very blushy whenever Bernard is fighting or training? Has Bernard ever had to carry Tim only for Tim all but explode with blushy feelings?? Inquiring minds would like to know. Also what are the various robins opinions on the trio individually and together? Has Bernard ever had to fight them? Has Tim ever had to get in a hacker fight with oracle? Who would win? Your art is wonderful and tells such a fantastic story!

Oh yes Bernard definitely is the kind of person to jump in front of a bullet for his friends, he has done it so many times Darla straight up forces him to wear a bullet proof vest at all times. The fact is that he wouldn’t be like this is he didn’t have two idiot friends that seem to attract danger like magnets, honestly he cannot leave them alone for five minutes because suddenly Darla has a new feud with another gang and Tim is about to hack into the FBI to steal government secrets, he is in a way the voice of reason.

Listen at this point every single one of the gang members know of Tim’s obvious crush on Bernard, how can they not when whenever Bernard is training there’s Tim looking at him with heart eyes, you are correct that in more than one occasion Bernard has been forced to take Tim out of a situation by carrying like a sack of potatoes, and regardless of how undignified the position is Tim is definitely more than up or a repeat whenever, I mean have you seen Bernard’s arm muscles??? Drool worthy, in his humble opinion.

When it comes down to the Robins they all have different opinions about the trio.

Dick, the first robin, he is a bit torn about them, in one side he understand what they’re trying to do, but they’re kids, they’re so young, they shouldn’t have to be doing stuff like this, with ok he understands he was doing equally or even more dangerous stuff at a younger age, but he had Batman behind him, these kids have nothing and to make matters worse they’re dealing with all the gangs and organized crime of Gotham, they’re way over their heads and he is ready to step up and help whenever necessary, he said as much to Darla when he gave her his number, for backup, in case they ever need it.

Jason, the second robin, absolutely adores them, he thinks of them all as his little siblings, after all they’re just a few years apart, he wishes they didn’t have to do what they do, but he understand where they’re coming from, and he likes to think if he had never been adopted by Batman he would have ended with them, because he knows they take care of those under their protection, and so many of the street kids of Gotham need more people like them.

Stephanie, the third robin, is a big fan of them, she is down for helping them whenever, if she sees them while out patrolling she is so gonna ignore Batman and just drop next to them as ask what they’re doing now and how she can help. In this AU since Tim never became robin there never was a reason for them to meet, and even less for them to date, she ends with a crush on Tim, but it never went anywhere.

Damian, the fourth robin, he is a bit of a mess, when he arrives at Gotham he has the mentality that he has to prove himself so his father will accept him, so he decides he will do so by dealing with the people his father has never been able to get rid of, so of course he goes and attacks Tim, basically almost as the same than in canon, he nearly kills him, except this time after that a pretty pissed Darla interrupts their patrol, points a gun at Damian, and tells Batman that he either controls his brat or she will deal with him herself, there will no be second chances. Not the best of first impressions, but eventually Damian will learn to accept, and secretly be impressed, by the work the trio does.

Bernard had fought them before, but more than trying to win he was trying to win enough time for either Tim get what he needed from wherever they have infiltrated, or for Darla to find a way to leave without letting the Bats follow them. Tim has definitely had a “fight” with Oracle, but honestly it was mostly for fun on both sides. And obviously Oracle wins, that’s not even a question, Oracle always wins.

#tim drake #bernard dowd #darla aquista #dick grayson #jason todd #stephanie brown #damian wayne #gotham trio mob au

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hana-no-seiiki · 1 year

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Idk if this is a request or something but I just wanted to get it out there before I forget it. How would the batfam react to a batsis coming from the last of us universe?( the last of us is a zombie apocalypse type game.) How would they react to all of batsis PTSD from being born in a world over ran by zombie’s and learning to survive at a young age. How would they help them? How would they react if they ever were transported to there(batsis) world?

Sorry for this random ask I just wanted to get this out there before I forget about it. Anyway hope you have a great week!

SOFT YANDERE BATFAM x THE LAST OF US! READER BRAINROT

Recently had a TLOU brainrot (at this point it’s more of a heartrot with how devastating the story is eugh) so this came at a perfect timing. I’m guessing batsib (I’ll make it gn I hope you don’t mind anon) has a similar life to elle if they’re not just elle entirely.

I think Batsib would have to be close to the boys before they eventually spill their guts (aka their severe trauma out).

Like when they’re at least 60% there on the yan scale of things.

They see signs like you being hella adamant on the boys at least trying to fix their relationship with Bruce since you know the most out of everyone how it feels to lose a father figure.

You’re the closest with Jason purely because you both have baggage, and luckily you like to talk about it and sort it out.

Your whole life had been the apocalypse so going to Gotham and seeing everything in its prime fascinated you. When the Batfam first took you in due to your status as an anomaly, it took very little to impress you.

But it also took a lot to terrify you.

If we’re going full on Ellie! Reader here then them (batfam) seeing that huge bite mark on your arms, presumably after you’ve dumped info on your past and your reality, almost turned them feral.

It was that moment they decided to never let you go back.

You’re allowed to join them with their vigilante activities as long as you were under strict surveillance.

Bruce is kind of off-put by your nonchalance when it comes to beating up people to a pulp. He had to jump in and stop you from completely killing a dude.

Jason on the other hand approves. Definitely eggs you on.

The rest of the boys, as is my headcannon with any violent MC, get turned on when they see you covered in blood.

In summary, they definitely cherish you more. The spoiling is dialed up to eleven. And since you didn’t know much of the world prior to its apocalypse state, they wouldn’t lock you up like in most cases and instead bring you to explore as much as you’d like.

There is a sick part of them that enjoys your PTSD and how dependent (and distrusting of others) you can be because of it. So unless it gets really bad where you can’t get sleep at all I can see them just not trying to get help for you.

ON THE MORE WHOLESOME SIDE:

I am now imagining reader going to a museum with them all and just climbing the fossil in front of like dozens of people while screaming “LOOK AT ME I’M ON A MOTHERFUCKING DINOSAURRRR!”

Bruce definitely had to pay a lot for that

and all the younger ones + Dick cause he’s Dick throwing fedora hats on all the dinos??? please im on my knees that’s too cute augh-

If they were ever transported in your world, it’d definitely be the other way around. Say you aren’t like Ellie and are completely susceptible to the infection- oof you might as well just be in jail.

They’ll disinfect everything. Masks 24/7. Generally just extremely careful as to not get infected or infect you in any shape or form.

Tim has already researched on fungal infections so you bet he’s ready. Wouldn’t be surprised if he single-handedly ends the apocalypse with how thorough he was. Him, Dick, and Alfred focus more on taking care of you.

Jason and Damian are more with survival and the annihilation of anything that may be dangerous to you within the vicinity. May it be zombies, thieves, the military and what not.

Bruce is probably tinkering on more equipment and helping Tim with actually getting rid of the fungi. The former will definitely use his charm and looks to get more supplies.

In short, these dudes have everything on lockdown.

You’ll wish you didn’t come back to your original world.

A.N. I hope this was to your liking anon!

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steampunkforever · 2 years

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Sleeping with other people is an interesting film inasmuch as it tackles the “will they won’t they” dynamic not through blatant miscommunication (though there’s some of that, yes) but by tracing the stories of two people who can’t get over personal hangups, be it scumbag commitment issues or the relatable “can’t stop being hung up on this mediocre person who I loved in the past.”

Alison Brie plays the perfect weird girl for that job. Though her work in Community certainly proved it, this movie had her playing the semiobsessive romantic lead in a way that certainly gave off red flags without making her hostile. When Aubrey Plaza plays a crazy ex you excuse her actions because “she’s fun and attractive” but Brie’s performance is right where it needs to be, where you clearly understand the harm of her actions but still feel enough for the character to forgive her for the antisocial behaviors exhibited. Plaza’s crazy girl characters run more in the tradition of danger as attractive, which wouldn’t have worked for this film at all. Brie was the perfect casting.

Likewise, Jason Sudekis was also the perfect casting. All in all his character is a total scumbag, where a traumatic youth and commitment issues explain the WHY of his behavior but he still functions as a basically bad person. Normally I’d be tired of this character. No matter how handsome, there’s been enough of these rom com protagonists almost permanently stuck in the “enemies” portion of enemies to lovers that putting up with them to the personal growth part of the film is such a chore. Not so with Sudekis. Even when he isn’t playing Ted Lasso this man is so dang charming that while his tendencies may be negative you can’t help but love him. Great casting on this part.

The film’s ability to entreat you to love these characters despite their very apparent flaws is its superpower. Unlike so many films where the heroine of the tale does *something* and suddenly the male lead has seen the light, the romance in this movie focuses around personal growth and moves the character development subtly if with sophistication. I didn’t expect this! It’s cute!

The second time these two characters meet they’re HORRIBLE for each other and even recognize this fact. Then we find ourselves in the third act as these two people are deeply in love and not sure what to do about it and have no idea how we got there. The movie puts you from point A to point B where the end is predictable but the route the film takes is not. Subtle character development and watching these two slowly grow as people is so much more enjoyable for that fact.

Of course the very best part of the film is Adam Scott’s antagonist character, described early on as “the Pontiac Aztek of people.” Specifically what I love about him was the design choice to give him what is essentially a “mustache twirling villain” costume spruced up for the modern age. He looks like he should wear a monocle and have a maiden tied tie a train track. It’s incredible.

#sleeping with other people #filmposting

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carol-effing-danvers · 2 years

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dirty, sweet (you’re my girl)

(you can read this on AO3 too)

Eddie owes a lot to music. One of the smaller things is that he got used to putting on something of a performance from a relatively young age.

Jesus Christ, does he need that this week.

"She totally broke up with him!"

"So much for the perfect couple-"

"Aw, but they were like Prince Charming and Cinderella out there."

"Whatever, it's not like they're going to the same college. It was never gonna last."

"Ugh, it's pretty low to do it before graduation though."

"I wonder what made her-"

He thinks it's pretty admirable that he keeps walking and does not allow his face to react to any of these conversations. Right up until he passes the basketball team - Eddie Munson is only a mere mortal man, after all, and so he says nothing but a smirk curls over his lips. Especially at the team captain's slightly hangdog expression.

There are so many things Eddie could say, too.

Your girl - pardon me, your former girl - gushes like a shook up can of diet coke when she cums, did you know that? And I fucking drank her down - she’s sweet and salty and delicious.

Her hands are tiny but her smile is so huge.

She pulls my hair and wrecks my goddamn sheets, and when she screams, my name is the only one in her mouth.

Her cunt feels like hot velvet on my fingers and she kisses me like she can't stop herself from going for another.

Her hair smells like strawberries and she rests her head on my shoulder when she falls asleep.

You took advantage of her.

You took advantage of her innocence and kindness and ignorance and you fucking used her and even if this doesn't last, even if this whole thing blows up in my face in the end, I'll at least be able to say that she knows what a man owes her now because of me when she walks away.

I’ve never kissed a girl who does it like she wants to fall into me. And I never - I fucking NEVER - touched anyone so ready and so willing as Chrissy is and you ought to have your goddamn dick locked up for what you didn't-for what you refused to give her.

You wouldn't know what to do for her if I drew you a fucking map and labeled it, and that's the reason she broke up with you.

But even if Eddie had suddenly acquired a burning urge to get the shit kicked out of him, he keeps his fucking promises, okay? Chrissy’s secrets weren't his to tell. So he is a good little boy who holds his tongue - at least, in the figurative sense.

That isn’t really the hardship in this situation. He kind of wishes that it was, honestly.

The actual hardship here is that it is currently in their best interest for he and Chrissy to avoid each other in public for a little while, re: the burning urge to receive a beating. Since they both have their own lives that don’t involve things that the other one does, her and Eddie are going to be unhappily estranged for the next month or so.

He tells himself that it’s just temporary, that they can go back to at least casually speaking to each other in class and in hallways when they’ve given this latest bit of high school gossip a few weeks to quiet down. But a nagging insecure part of Eddie that he’s been trying to bury since elementary school says Chrissy Cunningham doesn’t want to date you, you fucking dumbass. She’s hiding this because she doesn’t want the entire town to know she’s been rolling around in the garbage with the poor white trailer trash.

***

They’re only a week and a half in and she’s already so close to breaking.

Really, she wonders in her weakest moments, would it be so bad just to kiss him? We could be quick…

Lord, Chrissy knows that’s a lie the moment she thinks it.

She isn’t quite sure what it is about the way Eddie kisses her, but she kind of wants to spend hours doing it. For Jason, kissing was like…a display. Something he did in front of other people to mark his territory. Or a polite gesture before getting to ‘the good part’ of sex. Oh, maybe that was it, she realized. Eddie kissed her like the kissing was the good part.

It just seems so horribly unfair that they only had that one day to really be together before Chrissy just had to implode it by breaking up with Jason. Except that…Eddie deserves better than some girl who only begs for sex and then turns around and hangs off of another boy when they’re done.

And she KNOWS what her ex-boyfriend is like - Jason will behave like this is the most devastating thing that ever happened to him…right up until he finds the next girlfriend and then it will be as though Chrissy never existed. Jason is a big problem but one she views as more short term. She’s more worried about her mom - also known as their long term problem.

Chrissy likes (...loves?...) Eddie too much already to subject him to the awful, rigid scrutiny of Laura Cunningham. The mere idea of her mom repeating the things Chrissy’s heard other people in school and in town say about him (“Freak!”) makes her want to crawl into a hole and die of shame on her mother’s behalf.

He looks rough and tough but she’s known him long enough now to understand that deep down he’s a sweetheart, a complete marshmallow, and she can’t stand the idea of her own mother talking to him that way.

She sighs a little, thinking that she could really use a hug from the big scary bad boy, even if a kiss wouldn’t be possible. Well, really she wants both.

What is so bad about wanting to kiss her boyfriend, dammit!

She's restless enough that cheer practice is almost welcome, a way to get her energy out. She gets all the way through it and is halfway through her shower when she realizes that "restless" is not what she's feeling.

Turned on is a concept that he had to teach her and the more comfortable and familiar that Chrissy gets with the feeling, the more and more she’s realizing that her body has been desperately longing for something that she has always wanted Eddie to give her.

Biting her lip, Chrissy’s eyes dart around with paranoia, wondering if anyone could tell that she's getting damp and thinking about Eddie kneeling between her legs.

She's yearning for it so intensely that she feels like it must be written across her forehead: Eddie Munson is my new boyfriend and I'm a dirty slut who can't stop thinking about having sex with him.

She is quick and efficient with her shower, eager to be back home where she'll get some relative privacy. Luckily, Mom and Dad are at church choir practice and PJ will be at first little league and then boy scouts until 8.

You’ve never gotten yourself off? Oh, poor little girl - you look so surprised. You can touch yourself, you know. Wherever I put my hands, you can use your own.

Except…it doesn't feel the same.

Her hand creeps up inside of her own shirt, tries to move her fingers the way she remembers his moving on her skin. But her fingers are too warm, too soft, too small. The touch doesn't thrill her the way it did with Eddie’s hands.

There are a dozen or more pillows and plushies piled at her headboard - oh, it would make Eddie laugh to see it - and Chrissy finds herself straddling one and desperately hoping that it will bring her some kind of relief. And she thinks about those hands.

Long, skilled fingers - she’s seen the way he plucks at the strings of his guitar, handles the pick between his fingertips - and Chrissy shudders, swallowing a soft noise as she leans her forehead against the cool wood. His shirt rolled up his forearms, strong and marked with the ink of his tattoos. She’s never seen all of them. Just little hints, teases of images peeking out from the loose collars of his shirts. She wants to find them with her eyes, her hands. (Her mouth…does the skin taste any different? Would he enjoy that?)

Chrissy feels feverish with the urge to know. Mews quietly as her thighs tighten up on the pillow, her smaller fingers curled into the pillow case the way they might into his hair.

Eddie makes her…makes her ask for everything. Everything she wants him to do for her.

I’m not a rapist or a mind reader, Chris. If you want something from me, you have to ask for it. But I can pretty much guarantee I’m never gonna say no to you. Whatever you want, it’s yours, little girl. But you have to ask me.

By now, it’s become second nature and Chrissy finds herself moving her hips and whispering a chant through the broken sob catching in her chest: “Please make me cum, please make me cum…” and it feels so wrong and so right and the only thing that could make it better is if he were actually-

Tears form beneath the lids as Chrissy keeps her eyes tightly closed, because she wants to imagine Eddie just at her shoulder and her hand slips under her shirt again. She knows he will be murmuring something, dark and dirty like his voice, and her body aches for it, desperate - too desperate to care that her hands don’t feel quite right, pinching gently the way he would.

So desperate that Chrissy cups her breasts and squeezes the pillow and keeps her eyes shut and nothing makes her more desperate than his fingers wrapped around her thighs and the sound of him in her ear, saying “That’s it, don’t be afraid. Cum on fingers, little girl…”

Chrissy squeaks, her eyes snapping open. Her whole body trembles and when she has the strength to get up, there is a damp patch spreading over the pillow case.

It felt good. Just not as good.

***

Luck smiles upon them the very next day: their history teacher has declared that the entire class will be doing partnered projects on the evolution of civil liberties with the beginning of the Industrial Age.

She tells Chrissy, with soft sympathy, that she will be working with Eddie Munson.

Chrissy does not, by some miracle, grin so widely that it can be seen from outer space, but she does tap her toes a little in her canvas sneakers, trying not to wriggle with excitement.

They gather their appropriate books and they even pull out their notebooks and pencils like good little students but Chrissy is unable to hold it inside any longer and finally says, in a hushed stutter “I hav-have to tell you…something.”

Eddie cocks his head and smiles, waiting oh-so-patiently for Chrissy to get herself together. They are in the library, so they have to keep their voices low and hopefully the relative privacy will make it easier. He knows that blush - it’s a promise for him, a hint that if he just gives her a moment and lets her gather her courage, Chrissy is about to blow his fucking mind.

And his little girl never disappoints.

“I-I-” She gulps, nibbles her lip. Her cheeks have turned redder than her cute little sweater. Her voice drops to the lowest of whispers, like she can barely manage to get herself to speak. “I to-touched myself. Last night.”

Holy hell. Okay. Okay. Wow.

The way her lower lip trembles on the m sound in ‘myself’ makes Eddie think about tracing it with his tongue. Preferably, while she does that exact thing.

“Yeah?” Beneath the table, his hand finds hers, spreads her fingers over his own thigh, palm-up, and slides each of his fingers between hers.

He has to know, Chrissy thinks, he has to know the way the calluses on his fingertips and the cool metal rings on his hands make my knees feel so weak.

Eddie’s smile is proud in a way that she doesn’t think she’s ever seen anyone look at her.

His voice goes down to that spine-melting, stomach-tingling rumble that never fails to make her feel light-headed. “Did you pet yourself nice and slow, Chris?” Oh please god - slowly, he rubs his hand on top of hers, the slide and catch of rings and calluses on her skin - that isn’t where I want you to touch me- “Did you take your time and let yourself enjoy it?”

“Yes,” she says, as a breathless exhale. She closes her eyes, unable to speak and still continue looking at him just yet. “I was-” She swallows, throat clicking, shuddering with nerves, and he rubs his hand over hers again, slow and steady pressure. “I was too nervous to-to use my fingers, inside. Like you-like you taught me.”

“How did you get yourself off then?” He sounds almost amused, but not in a mean way. “Did you rub yourself over your panties, little girl?”

Chrissy shakes her head, her fingers squeezing onto his, and forces herself to keep going, though her voice is barely audible: “With um, a pillow...”

“Ohhhh,” he purrs, like a well-satisfied predator. In her ear, asks “Did you fuck your pillow, little girl?”

The blood rushes through her ears. The way ‘fuck’ leaves his mouth has her feeling - ‘turned on’ doesn’t seem strong enough to describe him. Chrissy wants Eddie right here. She wants him right now. Gulping for air, she nods. Yes, yes, she did.

“Fucking shit,” he murmurs, with quiet feeling. His breath is hot in her ear. She remembers it in a very different place. “Ask me, Chris.”

“Here?” she squeaked, a little alarmed, but not unwilling. In fact, she was always willing to be talked into a dirty idea - at least when it came to him. And she’s burning, burning to the sound of his voice saying ‘fuck’ in that voice and staring at her with those dark, dark eyes of his.

“Here,” he confirmed, dropping his voice. “Go on, Chris, ask me. Say ‘Eddie, please kiss my pretty cunt and make me cum’. Just ask, little girl, and it’s yours.”

“Oh my god,” she whispers, her hands trembling already. Her pencil rolls to the side and they both ignore it.

“I want to,” Eddie confesses, low and urgent. “Ask me, Chris.”

She has to lick her lips to speak, throat almost too dry to form any proper words. Hoarsely, she manages “Please-please Eddie…kiss my-” Chrissy hides her face in her hands but she’s so desperate that she’s still not completely deterred- “Please kiss my pretty cunt and-and make me cum, Eddie!”

It’s barely audible, but he isn’t such a heartless bastard that he’ll make her say it again - fuck, Eddie’s so hard he’s goddamn dizzy, light-headed as he drops down beneath the table.

The tables in the library at school are closer to desks, closed on three sides, and there’s no one else in this section. The only way they’ll ever get caught or even notice Chrissy sitting here is if someone comes around her shoulder and actually goes looking for Eddie beneath the table…or if she starts screaming and moaning and it makes them investigate.

“Chris,” he says, hands already crawling up her skirt as if drawn there by magnets as he kisses up her thigh. “You gotta be so quiet, honey. If we get caught, my head’s gonna roll.”

She nods, bites her lip, and Jesus, Eddie can’t wait anymore - teasing her is teasing himself and he’s already been away from her for too long.

He can feel the violent shaking in her hands, her fingers cradling the back of his skull. “Oh, my poor little girl,” he murmurs, glancing at the slick patch coating the front of her panties when he pulls them down to her knees. “Got yourself all excited, hm?”

“Eddie,” she whispers, throat tight, and she will beg if she has to, she will.

She doesn’t have to.

He calls her ‘little girl’, but he’s the only person in her life who treats her like a grown woman, and for that, Chrissy might really, truly love him. Chrissy feels like her body is dissolving when he kisses her, open-mouthed and hungry on her slit and her nerves all come alive at once. There is a roaring sound in her ears and she rolls her hips into him as Eddie devours her, taking her apart piece by deliciously agonizing piece.

She can’t describe the way the ring right on his left first finger feels on her, cool where Chrissy feels the hottest, soothing and searing all at the same time, she just knows that she loves it. God, there’s nothing like the way his hands feel on her body-

“I’m-I’m coming,” she says softly, strained as she tries not to scream it. “Please-”

Eddie makes a low, rough noise that seems to vibrate through every nerve in her body, travels through her in a way that makes Chrissy shake, and she can’t quite hold back the long sighing moan that leaves her mouth. “Eddie…”

He pulls back with a sound she’s never heard from him before but it makes her bra feel like it’s hurting her chest again, and as he pulls the handkerchief that usually sits in his pocket from his lap, streaked in something white, she realizes why. She finds herself feeling almost disappointed, although she’s never been sad not to have to get a man off before - she would’ve been thrilled to find out Jason had taken care of himself instead of trying to coax, wheedle, or badger her into it.

Eddie rests his forehead against her thigh, panting hot heavy breaths into her skin that leave Chrissy with an ache between her legs - an emptiness very similar but different from the ‘turned on’ of before. Deeper. Like her body wants for something inside her. His fingers, or-or maybe his-

OH. Well, that’s new, isn’t it?

#eddissy #munningham #eddie munson #chrissy cunningham #WAP in 1986

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pathetichimbos · 2 years

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Finally a writer that doesn’t write for the grabber, I’ve had to unfollow a lot of my fav writers because they started writing for him which?? Like idc if hes hot (cuz hes def not sorry) he still kidnapped and killed boys and was most likely a pedo like 🤨 yall are weird. Pedos and child killers are where I draw the line sorry ❤️

There’s a lot of drama going on with the grabber at the time and I’m not interested in getting mixed up in it, but I will explain exactly why I won’t write for him.

TW: Mentions of Pedophilia, Rape, CP

It has been openly claimed by people who have worked on the movie that the grabber is a pedophile.

I understand that fiction doesn’t dictate reality as if that were the truth I would be attracted to actual serial killers and what-not, but I am not comfortable writing for him because of my own boundaries.

Because of this, I don’t believe that people who write for him are necessarily evil or pedophiles themselves. They may just be like me, a person who watched the movie and enjoyed it.

At first I didn’t believe him to be a pedophile because it was not explicitly stated or shown in the film, so, much like Freddy Krueger in the original films, I assumed it was people simply trying to give reason as to why he was murdering children.

But after I looked it up and read on it a bit, it is official that he is, in fact, getting something sexual from this.

Now that doesn’t mean people can’t manipulate and change the character for their own writing purposes. They can easily make their own version, as most writers like myself do. This won’t change the fact that the original character is a pedophile, no, but it gives the writers a chance to enjoy the aspects about the grabber that they enjoy, and there’s no harm in that, as it’s very important to remember, this entire film is fictitious and no one was actually hurt by the actions of this fictional character.

Onto my second point, Michael Myers and Jason Voorhees, the two most commonly beloved slashers, have attempted to murder not just teens, but children.

Freddy Krueger, originally murdered children. Bubba Sawyer, in what I believe it be the second or third film, was a rapist.

Slashers aren’t meant to be perfect. They are murderers. They are bad people. Sometimes people who make the movies want to include a ‘new, surprising’ aspect that we won’t like.

That doesn’t mean that we love them any less. We simply tailor them to our preferences, make them our own. Because in the end, the most important thing you can remember is that these killers are fictional and have actually hurt no one.

And finally, onto my third point. People have been writing about the children and victims of The Black Phone.

This one is a more touchy subject, given the circumstances.

There have been Grabber/Reader fics, Robin/Finney fics, and sometimes even Grabber/Finney fics.

I’ve already explained how I felt about the Grabber/Reader situation, so now I’ll touch on the rest.

Writing about the trauma experienced by a victim isn’t wrong.

The stories that don’t contain romance and simply cover the truth of what happened are not inherently wrong. They are delving in and exploring the psychological toll that has been put on the children’s minds.

If they were to be pedophiles for writing that, so would the creators of The Black Phone.

Now when you add romance to the mix and try to make it out like the children should be in a happy and healthy relationship with the grabber, that’s not okay for obvious reasons.

Now for the Robin/Finney fics.

Minors will write about Minors. That is something that’s going to happen. Minors are allowed to be attracted to Minors and write about it like adults are.

For them to write romantic stories about people their age is perfectly natural and alright, you wouldn’t call the makers of The Black Phone pedophiles for including the fact that Finney canonically had feelings for a girl in his class, would you?

Now when it comes to explicit writings by minors, we can’t do anything to make them not post and make it public, even though, no matter if it was written by a minor or not, is CP. That’s just how the law works. Anything sexual related to anyone under 18 cannot be handled online in any shape way or form or it is considered CP.

That doesn’t mean that it’s bad either. Unless it’s an adult writing about children canoodling for some kind of sexual release.

In the end it’s all a lot of drama I don’t want to get dragged into. This is just how I feel about everything happening, and I think it’s best to just say my piece and let it be.

#the black phone #the grabber

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folk-ever-lore · 2 years

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Paper Rings

Marinette met Jason when she was a little girl and he was a little boy. Everyday he would hang around their bakery, just looking at the food and the people who bought it. She was a kind girl who offered him an éclair and friendship, and soon started spending as much of her free time with him as possible. It was a match made in heaven, They soon became the closest of friends.

She and him. Irreplaceable. Unbroken. Forever,

But of course it all had to come crashing down. It always did. She was Marinette Dupain-Cheng after all. Nothing could ever go her way, bad luck was her middle name. But her bad luck had taken it too far this time. How dare it try and take Jason from her.

Due to the constantly damaging rogue attacks, her parents couldn’t afford to keep paying the repairs. It was something she’d learnt once she’d gotten older, but that didn’t mean it had hurt any less. To little Marinette it had been the end of the world.

“Don’t take me from Jay Jay,” she’d demanded at a young age, refusing to be separated from her best friend.

She was pulled into a hug by her mother, “I’m so sorry, sweetie. You’ll have a chance to say goodbye though. And you could always give him the number to our new home in Paris.”

“You can’t do this to me,” a young Marinette screamed at her mother. “We got married with paper rings. You can tear us apart.”

Sabine picked up her daughter’s hand, stroking it softly in an attempt to calm her down. “I’m sorry, but my answer won’t change.”

“No you’re not,” the little girl had hissed, an unnatural amount of venom in her voice for such a young child.

But that had been the end of that. Marinette had gone to Paris. She grew to enjoy life in Paris. She made friends in Paris. No one compared to Jason. Nothing could, no one could, no one ever would.

Although they did have to move, she managed to stay in contact with her friend for as long as possible. For the first few years they had managed to call each other with their home phones at least once a week. There had been a time where she hadn’t heard from him for ages, despite the number of calls she’d left on his home phone, two times actually. After the first time, he’d told her that it had been because he had been living on the streets and couldn’t call, he’d also told her then that he’d been adopted but never went into many details about it.

The second time had somehow managed to worry her even more than the first. She couldn’t help but worry that he was on the streets again. She’d lived in Gotham too, once upon a time, she knew how bad it could be for kids in the system. The second time he didn’t contact her for ages cover a long, extended period of time that had brought her more worry than she could have ever imagined.

It was fine. He was fine. And he was allowed his privacy. It just hurt, that’s all.

She’d managed to become a superhero and defeat a supervillain in that period of time. It had certainly been eventful for her and she would have loved to have talked to someone about it all. Someone that wasn’t a flying bug kwami who couldn’t relate to her issues.

Even so, the couple of best friends were nineteen when they finally managed to meet in person again.

Marinette had moved to Gotham for university, a long time dream of hers and Jason’s, but when she’d arrived she’d never been able to find him. He would sometimes call her, but it was never with the same number as the time before. The only way he would contact her was with burner phones. How that had hurt more than any of the other ways he’d blown her off.

For a while she’d refused to contact him. Sure she would have to pick up the phone and hear his voice, as she wouldn’t know who the caller was due to the freaking burner phones but as soon as she knew it was him she would hang up. That had annoyed him.

Good.

That had been the point. To make him feel some of the pain he’d caused her over the years.

And yet, she hadn’t been able to keep it up for long. When she wasn’t in contact with him, it felt like there was a pull in her heart drawing her to him. Which was ridiculous. She’d only felt this type of pull towards someone when she’d date Adrien and Kagami in the past. But she definitely didn’t like Jason that way.

She couldn’t. She was incredibly mad at him. And she hadn’t seen him in person for years. There was no way. That was stupid. That was impossible. Even so, she’d eventually given him and started taking his calls again.

But that had made the pull stronger, like it had deepened the connection. Even so, with each and every call she found it harder and harder to deny her feelings. To deny the truth.

Despite not physically seeing him in years, she was in love with Jason Peter Todd.

What a mess. How would she ever explain this to him? Maybe her newly started flirting on their calls would do the explaining for her?

Probably not.

Then one day she’d just snapped. “Either we actually meet up, or we don’t ever talk again,” she’d demanded. “I can’t keep doing this. It’s destroying me.”

“Pixie,” Jason had started sadly, “you know we can’t.”

“Give me one reason.”

“It’s not safe. You know how Gotham is, and there are people here who could hurt you,” he reasoned with a gentle voice. He wasn’t fooling Marinette though.

“There’s people who could hurt me anywhere,” she defended. “I can protect myself. I managed just fine during the akuma attacks. You don’t get to play that card against me.”

“The what attacks?” Jason asked curiously. Why had he never heard of these so called attacks. He thought she’d been safe in Paris.

“How about this,” Marinette offered with a smirk gracing her face, “I’ll tell you all about them in person.”

“Why are you so insistent about this?” He’d demanded. “You know we can’t.”

“Maybe because I want to reunite with the person I’m in love with!” She’d yelled, before realising what she’d actually said. “Shit.”

“The what?”

That was certainly one way to tell him, she supposed. But it had definitely worked, because there she was sitting in a coffee shop with Jason in one of the nicer parts of the city.

They were sitting there awkwardly, drinks in hand.

“So,” she’d started.

He nodded. “So,” he agreed.

“Are we ever planning on talking about that, or shall we just ignore it?”

“I say that we talk about it,” he offered, “but we don’t have to if you’re not comfortable with it.”

“I-” she started, struggling to find the words to continue. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have told you.”

“Don’t apologise for your feelings,” he said, reaching down towards her hands to give her as much reassurance as he could. “I feel the same way. I just have a lot of enemies that could hurt you, that’s why I pushed you away.”

Marinette could help it, but she started laughing. “You have enemies? That’s one of the strangest things anyone’s ever told me.”

“Well my adoptive father is a billionaire,” he shrugged.

“He’s a what? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I figured you knew,” he muttered, “it was on the news for months when I got adopted and when I came back into the public after a long break.”

She winced, “You’re kidding me right?”

“Nope.”

“Damn. Who?”

“Bruce Wayne.”

“Shit, that’s wild.”

“Yep. You see why I wanted to keep you away from that?”

She shook her head, “Like it’s going to work. I’m good friends with a supermodel, an Olympic fencer and Jagged Stone’s son. I also went to school with Style Queen’s daughter, one of Paris’s most famous bands, an Olympic swimmer, a famous DJ and more.”

“Damn,” he muttered. “What drugs was your school on?”

She smiled and shook her head, “That was just my class. And besides anonymous world famous designer, right here. You don’t need to protect me.”

“Alright,” he grinned, “then maybe I have feelings for you too.”

“Does that make this a date?” Marinette asked cheekily.

“I suppose so.”

#Jason: YOU'RE A SUPERHERO?#Marinette: YOU'RE A SUPERHERO TOO #Jason: vigilante but yeah #Batfam: Who the fuck is that?#marinette dupain cheng #jason todd #jasonette #jason x marinette #marinette x jason #dc x mlb #mlb x dc #marinette is mdc #childhood friends to lovers #childhood friends #romance

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