#yeah I'll say it i think we should get red headed Jason back

[captainlunaxmen]

Be My Queen

Chapter 5

Eddie Munson x Reader x Steve Harrington

This is a repost since the old blog doesn't work anymore. 🥰

Chapter summary: well... more hanging out at the hospital... and nightmare.

Chapter warnings: trauma, non-con touching, blood, Vecna being a fucking creep.

I can't breathe.

Something is wrapping itself around my neck, I try to push it away, but I can't move either.

I open my eyes and the once white ceiling of my hospital room is now red, dirty and... it's breaking.

I feel panic overcoming my senses, I try to move my head, but nothing. I look around with my eyes as much as I can until they land on a tall veiny figure.

No..

"I told you, my love"

No. No.

"I'll always find you"

"Let... let go.." I try to say, even though the thing around my neck makes it harder.

Vecna only shushes me, walking closer to me still laying on my back.

"Pl-... please" I plead with tears in my eyes.

"Ssh my sweetness, sh... I'm doing it for you, for us" he explains "I can't let you escape me, not again"

"You're dead...you..."

"I'll never be dead for you" he holds his hand out close to my face "I'll always be with you, my queen"

"No..."

"Just accept it." He puts his hand on my face "all I need to do, now, is killed those stupid friendsof yours. They'll regret touching what's mine."

"No!"

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I sit up, in my hospital bed... in the hospital room... with white ceiling...

A nightmare.

"Hey, hey, you okay?"

Steve.

I turn my head to look at him and I let out a sigh of relief, I move my hand to hold his.

"Yes... I'm sorry... I-"

My explanation is interrupted by a nurse rushing in.

"Is everything okay here?" She asks.

"Yeah... just a nightmare" Steve explains quickly.

"Oh" the nurses smiles understanding "poor thing, I'm afraid being attacked by a bear could do that"

I look at Steve confused.

"Yeah..."

"I wonder how a bear got there and then disappeared, just like that... I hope they find it" the nurse sighs.

"So do we"

"Well.. if you two need anything, call" with that she walks back out and I turn to look at Steve.

"A bear?" I ask.

"Don't look at me, apparently that's what Jason told the police" Steve says "but.. are you okay? You were moving a lot and I couldn't wake you"

"Just a nightmare" I answer.

"Wanna talk about it?" He offers and he kisses my hand.

"I... I was here... but so was Vecna. He was again holding me down and just kept telling me he will always find me" I explain holding his hands tightly, purposely leaving out the 'I'll kill your friends part'.

"Hey, hey" he makes me look at him "he won't. He's dead, alright? Nancy made sure of it. Used all the bullets we got. He can't hurt you."

"I know... it.. it just felt so real" I say sadly.

"It's gonna be hard, but we're gonna get through this. Okay?" He kisses my hand once again.

"Okay." I squeeze his hand while I sit up. "But... isn't it too early? You too had to rest, you know"

"I couldn't leave you alone for too long" he smiles "plus, it seems I did the right thing"

"Yeah... gotta say you did. Thanks"

"No problem"

"You saw Eddie too?" I ask.

"Not yet. I basically just arrived."

"You think we can go together?" I ask, hoping he would finally let me out of this bed.

Steve scans me.

"Fine. But let me ask the nurse first" Steve says standing up and walking to the door catching a nurse attention probably.

I start to pull myself out if bed, not waiting for Steve.

"I told you I'd ask the nurse first" I hear Steve walking back with an exasperated laugh.

"Too slow" I answer.

"Lean on me at least, you stubborn girl" he holds his arm out for me to take, and I do.

"Thanks, love"

I follow Steve through the hallways of the hospital until we get to Eddie's room.

To open is not Eddie, nor any of the nurses, but it's Eddie's uncle, Wayne. He seems surprised, but smiles anyway.

"I heard you should be resting, young lady" he playfully scolds me putting his hands in his hips.

I don't respond, instead I laugh and hug him. He hugs me back, he's careful, he doesn't want to hurt me I think.

"Hey, she's my girlfriend, man" Eddie playfully complains.

When he pulls away he smiles at me.

"I believe I should thank you" he tells me.

"What for?" I ask.

"Are you kidding?" It's his time to be confused "Eddie told me you basically saved his life"

"Oh... I... no I mean, that was nothing. He too... he too saved my life. Well.. we all saved each other's lives... basically" I stutter out.

"Oh no, he's right. We all should thank you actually" Steve intervenes.

"There's no need" I simply say, smiling at Wayne and walking to Eddie who's sitting on the bed, he looks so much better thankfully.

"Yes there is" Eddie says grabbing my hand and helping me sit on his bed.

"I mean it, kid, thank you." Wayne insists with his comforting smile. "Whatever you might need... you can ask me"

"Just say 'welcome', you know him, you won't make him change his mind" Eddie slightly nudges my shoulder.

"Yeah, I can see where your stubbornness comes from" I joke then turn to Wayne "I still think you don't have to thank me, but... you're welcome"

"I'll leave you three be" he says.

"There's no need Mr Munson, we came to see how Eddie's doing" Steve tries to make him stay.

"Don't worry about me, I'll just go grab some snacks and a coffee. God knows I need it. You two gave me quite the scare. If you didn't come in here on your own, I'd be on my way to you by now" he smiles again.

"Sorry" I chuckle.

There was a whole month where Eddie's van couldn't start so I offered to drive him, along with the others of course, and since he was the last one to be dropped off he often offered to hang out, that's how we bonded and how Wayne became uncle Wayne for me too.

"I'm just glad you're all fine. Oh, and you" he points his finger at Steve who looks taken aback, almost worried "call me Wayne"

"Alright, sir... uh.. Wayne" Steve chuckles.

When Wayne walks out Steve joins Eddie and I.

"So? How are you doing?" I ask Eddie.

"I'm completely fine, actually." He answers. "I'm just a little worried about the whole 'wanted for murder' thing.."

"Dustin intercepted the police talking and apparently Jason and his other goons talked to them and... well... you're not wanted anymore. The cops might still want to talk to you, though." Steve explains.

"Really?" I'm surprised, Steve nods and Eddie just sighs, relieved. "That's great"

"Yeah... never expected them of all people... but hey... after all that happened I should not be surprised" Eddie jokes

"No, I think we should all be surprised by this" I laugh.

"How about you, love?" Eddie asks.

"I'm fine. It's still painful, but I got used to it" I shrug, my eyes fixed on our hands together, but once I look back up I gasp, panicking.

Henry's in the room and he's looking at Eddie and Steve with so much hate I'm surprised they're not dead on the spot.

"Hey" Eddie gently shakes my hands, regaining my attention "you okay?"

"Yeah... yeah, I'm.. I'm good. Sorry" I stutter out, I don't want him to worry because I'm having stupid hallucinations.

"She had a nightmare" Steve blurts out.

"Steve!" I glare at him.

"You had a nightmare?" Eddie's concerned face turns to me, his hands caressing mine.

"Yeah..."

"Was... was it Vecna?" He carefully asks.

"Yeah... uh... can we talk about it later? I really don't feel like talking about it.. again" I say lowering my eye to our hands again.

"Sure... yeah, of course, sweetheart" Eddie says leaning down to find my eyes and smile at me.

"Thanks"

"So... what are we gonna do on our first date, uh?" Steve asks, changing the subject.

"I think... since she saved us all, Y/n should decide" Eddie proposes.

"No, no... it's our first date... ours, let's decide together. C'mon" I chuckle, they're so cute.

"Babe, do you realise what you've done?" Steve says, putting his hands on mine and Eddie's, I look at him confused.

"I... guys.. C'mon. I wasn't the only one doing something" I tell them.

"You're the one who risked her life the most."

"you ended up here too I see."

"That's because I'm stupid, love." Eddie jokes, earning a small laugh from me and a nod from Steve.

"You're not." I tell him "really. We all did our part, okay?"

"Love, listen" Eddie starts "Stop putting yourself down like this. Yes, we all did our part, but without you... without your courage we couldn't have done anything. He would've won. You put our lives before yours with no hesitation, we would be dead without you."

I shake my head, nervously smiling.

"You were the one at risk because he wanted you more." Steve continues "all his sick thoughts for you... his desires. You were risking so much more than any of us... and you still did it."

"How about..." I swallow "how about we each decide a part of the date? Like... uh... where to eat, what activity and when do it?"

I look at them, both of them smiling at me.

"Alright" Steve says squeezing my hand and kissing my cheek.

"That works, love" Eddie agrees.

"So... Eddie decides where to eat, Steve the activity and I decide when... since I'm still in pain... okay?" I ask.

"Perfect" they both say.

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"I missed you, my Queen"

I open my eyes immediately at the sound of his voice. I quickly sit up straight, taking in the red surroundings too.

Vecna's mind.

No.

Shit.

Not again.

"I told you, you'll never escape me" he says.

I turn to where the voice comes from, noticing his closeness and I immediately move back.

"Stay away!" I scream and try to stand up but my legs fail and I fall back on the ground. When I look back up I once again see the blonde man from my visions. That somehow scares me even more and I crawl away as far as I can, but his hand grabs my ankle pulling me to him.

"Did you warn them? Did you tell them not to touch you again?" He asks, voice full of disgust.

"I said, stay away!" I move my hand to push his away, but it just makes him grab me harder "please... please... leave me alone.." I sob.

He gently, but firmly, grabs both my hands, moves them so I have no choice but to lay on the ground, his weight on top of me makes it harder to move as he pushes my hands to the ground.

"Go away... go.. go away" I keep muttering as he leans down so his face is mere inches from mine.

"Sshh... it's okay." He tries to calm me down "I'm here to help you, my queen"

"No... no... please, stop... Please stop"

"Don't you see? I'm doing it for you" he kisses my cheek and gets back at looking at me, "I want to help you, like you did for me" he moves one of my hand to his face, his cheek "You were what got me going all that time in that prison, I wanted you in my world... you would make it so much better, I just know it. You heal me, without even trying"

I try to retract my hand, but his grip tightens.

"No, I don't want... I don't... want this... please"

"Your simple touch" he continues, ignoring my pleads "your simple touch alone would heal the deepest of my wounds"

I again retract my hand, this time he lets me and stands up, so I take the chance and crawl as far as I can, until my eyes find some behind him.

Oh no...

Steve and Eddie are tied up with a vine around their necks.

"NO!" I scream again. "No... no please let them go.. please"

"I warned you" he says before the vines start to tighten around their neck.

"Stop! Please, Henry..."

At the mention of his name his features soften, but the grip on Eddie and Steve doesn't loosen.

"I'm doing it for you, my love" he says.

All I can do is scream at him.

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"She'll be so happy to see you." Steve says to Eleven, Mike, Will and Jonathan as he leads them to Y/n's room "She's probably taking a nap."

"She must me exhausted" Will guesses.

"Is she.. is she alright, though?" El asks.

"She is... she had a nightmare last night. I'm afraid he's gonna haunt her for some time still" Steve answers sadly "I.. I don't know what to do"

"Be there for her, man." Jonathan suggests "it's what we all can do at the moment"

Steve nods.

As they near Y/n's room, they hear noises coming from inside. Muffled screams, bed moving..

Steve immediately panics and rushes to the room, the other close behind.

"Y/n?" Steve enters, eyes immediately on her.

She's tossing and turning and screaming. Steve's heart breaks at the sight.

"Love? It's me... it's Steve... c-can you hear me?" He tries to call her. "You're safe... I'm here... we're all here. He can't hurt you"

"Steve?" Mike calls him.

Steve turns his head towards Mike and notices everyone are looking past him, worried. He turns to look down and see blood all over Y/n's chest.

"Call someone!" He screams at the others, will and Jonathan both run out to look for a doctor or a nurse.

Once the doctor and nurses arrive, they tell everyone to just wait out because they need to take Y/n immediately to surgery.

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"Missed me already? I was about to..." Eddie starts as he hears the door opening and sees Steve coming in, but stops talking as soon as he sees his face. "What... what's going on?"

"Y/n.."

Eddie's blood runs cold immediately.

"What happened to her?"

"I... I think she was having another nightmare..." Steve explains, breathing heavily from crying, "she was tossing and turning... I.. I tried to call her, let her know that we were there... El and the other arrived this morning and... she was screaming, Eddie... then she started to bleed, her wounds on her neck..."

Eddie doesn't know what to say, all kind of terrible thoughts floating in his head, he pulls Steve in a hug to help him calm down and to help himself calm down.

"The doctors took her to surgery... I.. I didn't know what to do. "

"She's strong... she's.. she's gonna get better... I know, I just know, " Eddie says, more to himself, actually, but he says it loud enough for Steve to hear too.

"She is.. I'm just scared, man, " Steve confesses."I don't know what to do without her. "

"Neither do I... but we won't have to find out... right? She... she'll be fine and she'll be here... in our arms sooner than we think... yeah?"

"Yeah, sooner than we think." Steve nods, still crying.

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My eyes snap open immediately, my breath heavy. I try to sit up. I want to rub my eyes but my hand are blocked somehow, I look down almost panicking, but as soon as I see Eddie and Steve holding gently my hands while sleeping with their heads on the bed my heart melts and I calm myself.

They must sense my movements because they jump up looking at me shocked.

"Oh my god, you're okay" Steve exclaims kissing me. That catches me off guard a little because it takes me a little to reciprocate and even when I'm about to he pulls away so Eddie could do the same.

"Holy shit... you scared the shit out of us, love" he says.

"What...why?" I ask, confused.

"You... you didn't realise what happened?" Eddie asks.

I only remember I was having a nightmare.

I shake my head no.

"I was coming to see you and when I arrive you were having another nightmare I think and you were tossing and turning and screaming and... you were bleeding so much they had to take you away." Steve quickly explain "I was so scared, love... so scared"

"How do you feel, though? Are you in pain? What.. what happened? Was that actually another nightmare?" Eddie keeps asking.

"I..."

"Let her breath, Munson" Steve chuckles.

"Sorry, sweetheart"

I move my hand to cup his cheek wiping away some tears.

"I'm okay... no worse or better than before, I think..." I look down" I was... I was having another nightmare, yes."

"Oh love" Steve leans down to kiss my hand. "Again?"

"Yes... uh... still Vecna... still couldn't move, but... but.. this time you were there and... you were dying" I say, my voice trembling.

"We're here... we're safe, and so are you, okay?" Eddie comforts me.

"Yes..." I say "yes, you're right... it just felt so real"

I hear a knock on the door and I flinch at the sound, Eddie reassuringly squeezes my hand.

" can we come in?" A familiar voice asks.

"I hope you're in the mood for a visit, love"

"Who is it?"

"Come in" Steve says and from the door I see El, Mike, Will ans Jonathan walking in. My eyes light up as I see them.

"Oh my god" I say opening my arms for El, who carefully hugs me tight.

"I'm so happy you're okay" she says.

"I'm happy you're okay too" I pull away to look at her "when I woke up I didn't know what happened to you and... I was so worried"

"I'm okay. He's dead now. Trust me" she says, she probably knows about the nightmares, maybe from Steve, so she says it firmly.

"Hey you guys" I greet the three boys.

"We missed you" Will come sit next to me.

"So did I"

"You're gonna have a cool scar there, when it's healed" Mike comments, making me laugh, he always had a weird way of reassuring people.

"One that matches her side's" Will agrees.

"On your side?" Eddie asks "what... what happened?"

"I'll tell you later, love" I smile at him noticing his worried look, that he tries to hide behind a chuckle.

"Alright"

El and I just stare at each other, I can't believe she's actually here, I should've expected it though.

"Okay guys, let's leave them alone a bit, uh?" Steve says standing up and leading everyone to the door.

"If you need anything..." Eddie starts.

"Call us, alright?" Steve finishes.

"Aaw look at you finishing each other sentences" I tease them, they roll their eyes at me and leave.

"Okay... now, I need you to tell me... what happened?" I turn to look at El, holding her hands in mine.

"It's a long story" she says.

"I don't care, I want to hear it" I chuckle.

"Dr. Owens told me about a threat to our world and that if I didn't stop it you all would've been in danger"

I nod in understanding as she keeps talking.

"He told me he could've helped me get my powers back. We got into this... uh... facility and he was there"

"Who was there?"

"Papa"

"Brenner is still alive?" I ask, pretty shocked.

"Not anymore. He helped me remember something from when I was at the lab... with other children and that helped me get my powers back." She explains.

"Your time at the lab?"

She nods.

"Do... do you remember anyone looking like... like me?" I ask, even though I'm scared of the answer. She looks at me, studies me then nods.

"Alright" I take a deep breath, to calm my nerves. "He... he said.. he said you sent me here... is that true?"

"No, I remember seeing her running away from him, but I don't know where she went then" she tells me. "I don't know... If I did it... I'm so sorry if I did... I'm so very sorry, Y/n"

I see her starting to cry so I immediately pull her in a hug and just rub her back.

"Hey, hey, it's okay, I'm sure it's not your fault, okay?" I sweetly tell her "we're okay, now. That's important"

She nods and pulls away to look at me. When I look at her I see her with a vine around her neck squeezing tightly.

I shake my head and she's back to normal, I close my eyes to regain some control.

"You're having nightmares." It's more of a statement than a question, so I nod.

"They all seem so real" I say "he's alive and he cages me. Everytime and I can't escape"

Eleven opens her mouth to answer but gets interrupted by the door opening.

"Hey" Jonathan shyly enters the room "I'm sorry to interrupt, but we have to go. It's getting dark and she's still wanted.."

"You're wanted? What?" I exclaimed.

"Another long story... I'll tell you next time" she says hugging me.

"You better." I scold her "Please be careful"

"Don't worry" she smile reassuringly "and the nightmares will stop... I promise"

I smile back at her and she leaves the room, at least smiling.

"Take care of her, please?" I ask Jonathan.

"She's safe, don't worry." He assures me "you, on the other hand, get better, uh? And stop being a hero"

"Yes, sir" I chuckle. "See you"he waves his hand and leaves too.

I take a deep breath, before Eddie and Steve walk back into the room.

"Hey."

"Hi, sweetheart"

"Hello, my boys" I hold my hands out for them to take and sit next to me. "What time is it?"

"It's almost 9" Steve answers.

"So late?"

"Why? You got a date we don't know about?" Steve jokes.

"I just don't want my boys to not get enough rest" I say.

"You're the one to talk" Eddie scoffs. "Look at her, Harrington, risks her life, gets attacked, almost dies, and she worries about us... unbelievable"

"I agree, Munson, unbelievable" Steve nods.

I laugh at their antics and just lean a bit back on the cushion.

"Want us to leave you rest, love?" Eddie's teasing tone is replaced by his sweet one. I shake my head, I don't want them to leave.

Hell... I don't really want to fall asleep at all.

"You need to get some sleep, love" Steve says, as is he could read my mind.

I just sigh, defeated.

"Hey" Eddie makes me look at him "Hey, I know you are scared, but don't let him win this. He lost. We've beaten him... he can't do anything to you, or to us. Okay?"

"You don't know how real they feel" I whisper, my voice breaks "even when I'm awake... and... it's too fucking real..."

"Love..."

"It's like he's inside my head. Like he said... he will always find me" I finish, tears threatening to spill.

"He won't have you. Alright." Steve firmly says.

"How can you be sure?"

"We saw the fucking body, dead. Unmoving." Steve looks intensely in my eyes. "We burned it, we shot him. We made sure the asshole was dead before running back. We made sure. I'll have Robin and Nancy tell you the same thing. Hell... I myself will tell you over and over again. Those are just nightmares, that's not real. We're here" he pulls my hand to his face kissing it "we're here, love." He says the last part with tears in his eyes.

"I'm sorry... I..." I start, bur Eddie's shaking head cuts me off.

"No, you have nothing to be sorry for, Y/n. We're here for you. Always." He says kissing my other hand.

"I'm just... when I see you... I see you dying... him killing you, I just... I just can't... I saw El too... I want it to stop" tears run free now, I can't stop them.

"Sweetheart," Eddie wipe away some of the tears on my face to make to look at him "it's gonna take a while before these nightmares stop, I'm not gonna say some way-too-optimistic bullshit you're not gonna believe anyway." He lightly chuckle seeing me nodding in agreement "but one thing I can say: we're here. All of us, all your family is here for you. You're not alone. It's gonna be hard, but this will stop"

I look at him, then at Steve studying his expression. He looks at me worried, but smiles to let me know he agrees with every word Eddie just said.

"Okay..." I say quietly.

"Yeah? Do you actually believe me or you just want ot shut me up?" Eddie asks trying to joke.

"Which, honestly, would be understandable" Steve comments with a teasing grin.

"Thanks, Harrington" Eddie sarcastically replies.

I laugh and they look at me with so much admiration it makes me melt and blush too.

"I do believe you... thank you. Both of you"

"You don't have to thank us, sweetheart" Eddie winks.

"No, if you have to thank me and I have to thank you for this, alright. It means a lot to me" I firmly say, almost glaring at them.

"Alright" Steve smile sweetly at me.

"You're welcome, my love" Eddie too smiles at me.

"And also... you'd never be his queen" Steve says confidently "you'll always be our queen"

"Shut it, Harrington" I playfully shove him, he gently grabs my hand and kiss it, once again.

"He's right, though" Eddie smirks "You're our queen"

"You guys are terrible"

"You love us" they both say.

I roll my eyes playfully.

"Now, try and get some sleep." Steve says.

I take a deep breath, anxiety starts to fill my mind.

"Hey," Eddie says" it's all good, love. I have to get back to my room tonight, but Stevie here will be with you all night. You're not alone"

"Okay... yeah... okay... thanks..." I take a deep breath and lay down on the bed.

"Everything will get better soon" Steve whispers to me as he kisses my head.

I close my eyes, they are still holding my hand, I breath deeply to calm my nerves and slowly I fall asleep.

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[harperb2813]

The Archer 🏹

Things get steamy after you and Kate leave your father’s dinner party

Warnings: Cursing, kissing, dirty talking, teasing, use of y/n,dom! Kate x sub! reader, oral sex strap on use (r! receiving), multiple orgasms, choking, shower teasing.

a/n; I’m working on another story so have this while I finish it. I am going back to my Christmas gf, but Ellie will be back soon I promise.

Kate’s POV:

Y/n Stark. I don't know what it is but something draws me towards her. It could be the way she smiles, or her beautifully eyes. It could be her stunning personality. The way she laughs, parts her hair snaps her fingers when she's stressed or nervous. It could also be her looks. She has a beautiful body. Her hair is perfect and silky. I stare at her for a short while, admiring her from afar. Her boyfriend, Jason walks be hind her grabs her hand. She flinches. As she walks away Y/n has worried look on her face.

I know it's none of my business but my curiosity leads me to slowly start to follow Y/n and Jason. I see them head into a inclosed room and I have a feeling that something bad is going on to happen. The look she gave me when Jason arrived and when she turned around. I start to eavesdrop and hear her and Jason arguing.

'This can't by good.' I think ' the look in her eyes when he was there was fear.' And then I hear a slap. I freeze. Then I see red. I immediately open the door and see Jason standing over an scarred y/n. I grab him by the collar and push him against the wall

"What the hell!" He yells "Get off of me!"

"Did you just hit her?" I ask him

"Kate don't" Y/n says holding her cheek . I look over at her and think if I should go through with this. I ignore her and ask him again

"Did you hit her!?" I yell at him

"Yes! I did! But she deserved it. She's a little bitch! She should have shut up when I told her to." He said. Out of the corner of my eye I see y/n's eyes start to tear up. That was it. Something inside me clicked and I punched him.

"If you ever touch her again, it will be the last thing you do. Do you understand?"

"Yeah yeah whatever." He says. "What are you gonna do about?" To prove my point I kick my leg up and hit him in the balls.

"FUCK!!!" He says, clasping his crotch as I let him go. "This isn't over!" He says through gritted teeth.

"Y/n, are you ok?" I ask rushing over and kneeling down to help her ignoring Jason's comment.

"Yeah. I'm ok" she says. Now that I'm closer to her I notice more cuts and bruises, most likely from Jason.

"C'mon," I say. "I'll take you back to my place and get you cleaned up."

"Are you sure?" She asks

"Of course"I say. She blushes and thanks me as we get up and head back to my apartment.

We get there and we are greeted by Lucky.

"Oh my gosh is this your dog?!" She says going to pet him.

"Oh yeah that's Lucky" I say.

"He's so cute!" She bends down to pet him. As she does, she looks at me and smiles. I blush. I look at her, fantasizing about us. I snap back to reality.

"If you want to shower there is one upstairs"

"Thanks," she says. "For everything."

I smile and head to my room. "Ok Kate don't freak out. Just act cool. Cool? How do I act cool? I whisper to myself. I hear a knock.

" Hey, can I come in?" Y/n asks.

"Sure" I say. She comes in and shuts the door. She looks at me and sits on the bed.

"Kate, I- I have something to tell you." She says nervously.

"Oh, ok. What is it?"

“Well i- it'd be better if I just showed you." She stands up and pulls me in for a kiss. Her lips are soft. I close my eyes. She pulls away. I stare at her with a shocked look in my face. "Oh no. Your not reacting. Why aren't you reacting. Shit! Oh no this was a bad idea!" She says

"Wait Y/n!" I say. I grab her hand and walk closer to her. "It's ok" I lean in and kiss her.

Your POV:

Kate pulls me in for a kiss. She kisses me softly and then I kiss her back harder. We start making out and she pushes me against the wall and starts kissing my neck, holding my arms above my head. Then I break free and push her onto the bed. I climb on top of her, putting my legs on her hips, straddling her.

"May I?" I ask. She nods slowly. I start to take off my shirt and she takes off hers. I unhook her bra exposing her tits. I go back to kissing her and I feel her hand going up my neck. I start to move my lips lower until I'm at her waist. I unbutton her pants and quickly continue kissing all the way down to her thighs.

"Are you ready?" I ask her.

"Yes" she says. I slowly enter my tongue and I start eating her out.

"Fuck! Oh my god" she moans. Her hands grip my hair tightly.

I go back up and start kissing her thighs more.

"Wait keep going" she breathes.

"Should I use my fingers this time?" I ask

"Please do!!" she responds. I go back down this time inserting my fingers. I hear her moans fill the air as I go faster and faster. She grips my hair tighter and tighter as I do so. Her walls tighten around my fingers.

"Fuck! Y/N" she moans. "I'm gonna-" she is interrupted by another moan. I feel her cum and I take out my fingers and lick them clean. I go up for a last time and start kissing her when she then pulls me over so I am now on the bottom.

"Are you ready? She asks. I nod as she goes down. Before I know it she is eating me out. I feel a knot growing inside inching me closer to my orgasm. I start moaning as she goes faster with her tongue

"Want a finger too?" She asks

"Fuck! Yes!" I say. I feel the knot rising higher. She inserts her fingers and starts to fuck me. She gets faster and faster as I feel myself tense up.

"Fuck! I'm there! I'm there!" I moan, my legs shaking as I reach my orgasm. Kate slowly comes up, kissing me as she does.

"I have something else if you want to try it"she says. I'm now intrigued as to what Kate has.

"Oh?" I say. She gets off of me and grabs a strap on. She puts it on and I raise my hips and sinking down on top of her. I down fully on her and start to slowly move up and down getting increasingly faster. Soon I am riding her dick and it feels amazing I let out moans as I continue riding it. I hold her hips for support as I fuck my self on her faster. Each time I go up and down it feels like I’m floating. Her dick glides against my tight walls and the tip hitting my g-spot perfectly.

"Fuck! Oh my god! Oh!" I moan. Kate then flips me over so I am on the bottom again and starts pushing it into me. I moan and I feel the knot. Her hips snap against my ass as she thrusts in and out of me. As she fucks me faster and faster with each thrust, I feel my second orgasm getting closer and closer.

"Kate! Jesus fuck- I'm gonna cum!"

"Should I keep going?"she asks.

"Yes! Fuck! I'm so close! Please don't stop!"

Finally I feel it. The knot is released and my second orgasm feels amazing. Kate and I are both panting when she moves closer o my head.

“Now, you’re gonna take this and let me fuck this perfect mouth of yours. Understood?” She says. I nod and she slides the strap on into my mouth and down my throat. I try not to choke but when she starts thrusting I gag. She chuckles. “That’s it. Choke on it. Atta girl…” she starts thrusting faster and I start gagging.

and she takes off the strap on.

"Wow," I say "that was-"

"Fun" she says.

"Mhm" I say. She gets in bed and turns on her side so she's facing me. She cuddles against me. I feel her warm body radiating. She kisses me goodnight and wraps her arms around me. I put my head close to hers and stare into her beautiful blue eyes. I wipe a part of her hair off of her face and plant a kiss on her forehead. She smiles and closes her eyes.

"Goodnight Y/n" she yawns

"Goodnight Kate…" I yawn back.

Your POV:

I wake up the next day with Kate spooning against me, a smile across her face as she lay there sleeping. I then think back to last night. I have flashbacks of kissing and moaning.

"Good morning Y/n" I hear Kate mumble as she snaps me back to reality.

"Morning" I say rolling over to face her. I give her a peck on the lips and she returns it. "Remember that shower I was gonna take last night?" I ask her.

"Mhm" she says.

"Care to join me?" I offer. She immediately sits up, eyebrows raised.

"Really? She asks. I nod.

"Yes really. Now are you coming or now" I say as I slide out of her bed but realize I'm not wearing anything.I wrap myself in a blanket and ask Kate where the towels are. I go to grab two and Lucky is there to greet me when I step out the door. He almost seems to know what we did last night. I grab the towels and bring one back to Kate and wrap the other around me instead of the sheets. I find the shower and start it. I drop my towel and step in. Not long after Kate joins me. She stands behind me and starts kissing my shoulders and makes her way to my neck. I let out a moan and tilt my head back. She kisses me all the way down to my thighs. She smirks, teasing me.

"Feel good?" Kate asks. I nod. She kiss her way back up my body and then steps behind me, hugging me. She keeps kissing me. We get out of the shower and get dressed. We head to the living room. Kate lays down and I lay on top of her Lucky joins us, curling into a ball at the other end of the couch. I feel my eyes getting heavy as I look at Kate. I give her a kiss before falling asleep on her.

If you made your this far let me know if I should write a part 2 to this. I’m thinking about it and have a few ideas in mind. Thank you!

#kate bishop #Kate #marvel #kate bishop smut #smut #kate x reader #kate x y/n #marvel smut #Spotify

[ficreadergirl]

Dangerous Inquiries (2.ch.6)

After a long girls night with Kory and a couple of drinks both of you fell asleep on your couch. You woke up early in the morning with a terrible hangover and a vague memory of what happened last night. As you tried to piece together your memories from yesterday, you realized that Kory had managed to drag some information out of you about Jason and yourself.

You groaned in pain as you sat up on the couch, your head throbbing from the alcohol. You rubbed your eyes and looked around for your phone to check the time but couldn't find it anywhere. While you were searching for it Kory's phone started to ring. She groaned and reached for her phone which was lying on the coffee table.

"Hello?" she answered sleepily. There was a brief pause before she continued, "Oh hi Dick. Yeah, I'm with Y/n. We were just... chatting." she paused again listening to whatever Dick was saying on the other end. "Yeah, I'll tell you about it later. Okay?" she said before ending the call.

"What did he want?" you asked curiously as Kory put her phone back on the table.

"He was asking if you're good. And some stuff about work." she replied with a yawn. "Oh and he also wanted to know if you're interested in going out for lunch today since it's your day off."

"Oh my! I forgot about the work!" you said realizing that it was already late morning. You stood up from the couch and stretched your tired muscles trying to shake off some of the remaining dizziness caused by alcohol.

"I thought it was your day off when you drunk that much honey. He blew your mind that much huh?" Kory teased with a smirk. Your cheeks flushed red at her comment but you ignored it. She laughed at your reaction before standing up herself.

"You should take a day off girl. We need a good breakfast to literally wake up." she said walking to the kitchen. You followed her into the kitchen where she began preparing breakfast.

"Actually I need to work for a case. I remembered now. Jason said this guy attacked the courthouse was killed." you explained as you helped Kory prepare breakfast.

"So you two were not just making out last night." she commented without looking up from the stove. You blushed even deeper but decided not to respond. Instead you focused on helping her cook breakfast hoping that the heat in your cheeks would fade soon enough. Once breakfast was ready you and Kory sat down at the dining table to eat. The food tasted amazing despite your still aching headache and you found yourself enjoying every bite.

"How can you be so good at that? This is delicious." you complimented her as you took another bite of your omelette.

"Practice, love." she shrugged nonchalantly. "And I love cooking. It's one of my favourite things to do when I need to unwind or relax."

You smiled at her. "Well you're really good at it then."

"Thank you. When will you call them by the way?" she asked between bites.

"I don't think they care honestly. Even when cops bring a murder suspect, they don't care. They just want to get rid of him no matter if he's really guilty or not. They don't like me in there because of how I deal with all that I guess." you sighed remembering how you always fought for your clients and made sure they got a fair trial.

"I'm sorry to hear that. I know you always try your best." Kory said softly reaching across the table to hold your hand. You smiled gratefully at her feeling comforted by her touch. "But if it makes any difference, Dick and me are proud of what you do."

"Thanks Kory. That means a lot." you replied sincerely. After breakfast you helped Kory clean up the kitchen and called work. You explained that you wouldn't be coming in today due to a headache and would work from home instead since you didn't have a trial to attend.

"So... what do we do now?" she asked once everything was cleaned up.

"I have some research to do on this case." you answered. "Maybe we can watch a movie or something after that."

"Sounds good to me." Kory agreed. You grabbed your laptop and started working on the case in your study while Kory went to the living room with a book she chose and started to read it. You were deep in thought about the case when you heard a knock at your door. You heard Kory got up to open it but you didn't pay much attention until she called out your name.

"Y/n! There's someone here to see you." she called out. You stood up and walked towards the door still lost in thought about the case. When you came to the door you saw Jason standing there looking nervous.

"What happened?" you asked him immediately concerned. He looked at you for a moment before speaking.

"Can I come in?" he asked softly. You stepped aside and let him in, closing the door behind him.

"What happened boy?" Kory asked following behind you. Jason glanced at her before looking back at you.

"I might be in trouble." he said simply. "I need your help."

You and Kory exchanged worried glances before turning back to him. "What happened?" you asked gently.

"I..." he hesitated. "They think I murdered that man." he finally admitted.

"What?" you exclaimed in shock.

"Did you do it?" Kory asked bluntly. You could see the concern in her eyes but she wasn't about to let him get away with it if he had done it.

"No Kory." he replied shaking his head. "I didn't do it."

Kory studied his expression for a moment before seeming to relax slightly. "Alright, then what happened?"

"I might be... at the scene of the crime that night." Jason confessed. "But I didn't kill him."

"You were talking about beating him... was it that night?" you asked him your eyes wide with shock. He then looked away embarrassed by his actions. Kory sighed and shook her head.

"Seriously Jay?" she asked him. "You couldn't have just left it at that? You had to go and beat him!"

"I was angry!" he snapped. "He deserved it! But I didn't kill him."

Kory and you exchanged glances again before turning back to him. "Alright." you said slowly. "We believe you. What do you need us to do?"

"Just know that there's a murderer out there. It wasn't me." he said softly.

Kory looked at him for a moment before nodding. "So... you may want to take a week of maybe Y/n. Until we get him. Since you were about to be his lawyer... he might come after you."

"Shit..." you muttered under your breath. "I'll have to cancel my appointments for the week then." you said. Kory nodded in agreement as she glanced at Jason. He looked worried and you could tell he was regretting his actions.

"I'm sorry I got you involved in this." he muttered.

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#jason todd x you #jason todd x reader #jason todd x y/n #red hood x y/n #red hood x reader #red hood x you #jason todd #red hood

[chloeillustrates16]

Summary: Eddie Munson is absolutely head over heels in love with you. The only issue is, he'll never admit it. Stolen glances across the room and a small wave here and there is all that he'll do. You two have been friends for years, but the problem of different social groups and peer pressure you two pulled apart.

Warnings: None

Eddie sat at the usual Hellfire Club table, the rest of the group already sat and talking about the next D&D campaign. Eddie glanced away from the boys in front of him, looking over the cafeteria to meet your (e/c) eyes.

A light blush spread across your face as you quickly turned away from him. Only to look over your shoulder to stare at him. Eddie continued to stare at you until Dustin screamed his name, snapping his head back towards the Freshman. "What, Henderson?"

"We've been trying to talk to you for like five minutes now. You, okay?"

"I'm fine," Dustin looked over to where Eddie was staring at earlier.

"No fucking way, Y/N L/N?" Mike's eyes shot wide as Jeff and Gareth groaned.

"Seriously, still?" Jeff asked.

"What do you mean still?" Dustin turned towards the other Hellfire member.

"Ed, you've been crush on this girl for years. Are you just going to stare at her until she gets creeped out or what?" The two continued to argue before Eddie just stood and stomped out of the room annoyed.

You watched the two argue, Chrissy looking over at you, "You want to go after him?"

"Yeah," you mumble. You cough, "I don't feel all that well, I'm going to step out for a second." Once the bright sunlight hit your face. You pressed your back against the bricks on the school, "Eddie?" you ask, calling out.

"Hey," he mumbled, turning the corner.

"Hey, what's up?"

"Nothing, just annoyed is all."

"I saw, Jeff really got under your skin?"

"Something like that, what about you? What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to talk to you, we have talked in a long time."

"Yeah, sorry about that."

"I should apologize too; I don't mean to avoid you. Just with Jason and the rest of basketball and cheer team, it's hard." You weren't a player or a cheerleader but being best friends with Chrissy Cunningham did have its pros and cons. "I know that probably makes me sound like an asshole, you have every right to think that I just..." you pause not knowing what to say before pulled Eddie to a hug. Eddie's heartbeat pounded against his chest. He sucked in a harsh breath before he wrapped his arms around you.

"I know, they're pricks. I'm sure if you got caught with me, you'd end up being harassed for it."

"Actually, Chrissy knows about us being friends." The word friends hurt him a lot more than it should've, "the rest of them don't know, Chrissy really is something else. She's nothing like the rest of them, she's caring and understanding." You reluctantly pulled away from Eddie, the bell rung loudly in your ears. "I have to get going, do you have campaign tonight?"

"No, why?"

"Good, I'll see you later, Eds." Eddie sighed as she went back into the cafeteria. Later, after school, you headed to the trailer park. You saw Eddie's busted car up in the driveway. You took a deep breath before knocking on the door, you silently tapped your foot against the step before the door opened.

"You were kidding when you said later, huh?"

"Yeah, sorry, is this a bad time?"

"No, no, come in." Eddie moved out of the way to let you inside. "You want anything, water, weed?" you laugh shaking your head.

"I'm good, so, what were you doing before I got here?"

"Just playing, my sweetheart," his sweetheart is his red and black bass guitar. You sat on his bed as he played his guitar, you leaned your side on the wall. "How you've been other than dealing with Jason's and the rest of those bastards?"

"It's been okay, I've got excepted to my dream college."

"Looks like you're getting out of this shit town, congratulations." You shift a bit,

"You finally graduating this year?"

"If I don't fail Ms. Odonald's class, which might I saw I have a D."

"Better then last years, you had an F, right?"

"More like F-, she told me that if I kept it up, I'd never graduate that year. Looks like she was right," he shrugged.

"Are you and your band going to continue to play?"

"Course, hell, we might get a record deal."

"I told you, you'd would."

"It's a maybe, just a could things we have to do beforehand. Then, Sweetheart, we're going on a tour. Imagine us, on stage for thousands." he added, "We actually got a bigger crowd this Saturday."

"That's exciting!" He continued to play,

"You should come." You smile as he continued to play mindlessly. Bitting the inside of your cheek, you shift closer to him.

"Eds," he hums looking up at you. His heartbeat picked up, realizing how close your faces were.

"Yeah?" You fidget a bit before grabbing the collar of his tank-top and pressing your lips against his. Quickly pulling away, you start babbling out apologizes,

"I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have done that, I don't even know what I was thinking." Eddie sat there for a second trying to process what the fuck had just happened. Moving his guitar and putting it back on the rack. He turned back towards you, you expected him to tell at you and demand why the hell you did that. You kept your head down in shame, not daring to look at him. Eddie took a step forward before crouching down in front of you, His brown eyes met your own through your hair. Eddie moved it behind your ear with a soft smile.

"I'm glad you didn't think," you stared at him confused for a second before his lips pressed against yours again. Your arms wrapped around his neck, your fingers intertwining in his curly hair. You pulled away for a second,

"Eddie, how long?"

"For a while, sorry I didn't say thing before, I was too much of a coward to."

"I was too, I'm sorry too, I shouldn't have stop hanging out with you."

"This happens, I get it."

"But still, I didn't care about the rep and shit. It's just, Jason and the others make it really hard for you to get alone time." Eddie nodded, now understanding. "Can we continue?"

Sorry, this is a bit cringe, first time writing Eddie.

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie x reader #romance #friends to lovers #reader insert #gender neutral y/n

[justonemorechapternicercy]

For your Halloween prompts, can you do Piper × Percy with pumpkins??

Well, it's not... How should I say? It's probably not what you asked for 😅 but hope it won't be a disappointment. (Also, I won't be able to answer before Halloween your last ask, and the ones I got from other people, because of the lack of time in my life, but I'll try to do it- uh... This year? Yeah, that sounds doable xD)

"Piper, Piper, pumpkin-eater, she had a partner and couldn't keep them, she put 'em it a pumpkin shell, and there she kept them very well." The children's song rang in Piper's ears. Eyes wide, blood frozen in her veins, she stopped.

"What?" She whispered, staring at the kids playing hopscotch on the street.

"Peter, Peter, pumpkin-eater…" The kids continued singing and jumping, laughing and screaming, not caring about the strange woman rooted in one place. Piper shook her head. She must have heard it wrong. It must have been because of the heat; it was an unusually hot October day and she was walking around for quite some time.

She decided to go home, after all, Percy was waiting for her, probably already in his costume, because her boyfriend was a big child. The thought of him brought a smile on her face, and she started walking again, with much lighter steps.

She liked fall. It was colorful; the shades of yellow, orange, red and brown were her favorites. The light wind caressed her face, the sun gently shone, and the strange mishap a minute ago was already forgotten. Walking by some elderly women, she greeted them with a smile, but they were too into their conversation, they didn't even notice her. She shrugged, then froze.

"And that wench had the cheek to go back to her fiance, when she spent the entire night with her lover!" Exclaimed one of the ladies with frothing mouth.

"No!" Said the other shocked, her hand in front of her mouth. "Tell me he threw her out!"

"He didn't know about it. Any of it!" Declared the first one angrily.

Piper swallowed, and averting her gaze, she hurried away. It wasn't her problem.

"I never tried to be a hero / you took us from the stars to zero~" rang her phone, with the familiar notes of LP's Other People. She loved that song, she thought LP was the best, but that moment, she just wanted to throw up. She didn't, of course. She picked up the phone, and smiled.

"Hi, sweetie! I'm almost home," she said.

"Uh-huh, so that means I should start cleaning up the ruins of the party and throw out the girls who were obviously quite taken with me?" Percy joked. It was their little inside joke because Percy hated parties and would never throw one, yet insisted that every time she was away, he had one, but that time it wasn't quite as funny.

"Hah," she exhaled, forcing herself to chuckle.

"Anyways, I talked with Leo, and he said that Jason isn't feeling well, he might not be able to go to the party. Just wanted to let you know, I know you guys have a complicated relationship." Complicated relationship, Piper snorted in her head.

"It's okay. It would have been nice to see him, but… I just hope he is okay," she said instead.

"Yeah, me too. Maybe we could-" Percy offered, but before he could say anything, Piper interrupted, maybe a bit more panicked than she would have liked to admit.

"NO!" She breathed out, and continued a bit calmer. "No, I don't think that's a good idea. If he is sick, then we don't want to get anything from him, and if he just wants to opt out from meeting with us, intruding in his home would be the worst thing to do," she explained.

"Mm… you are right," Percy conceded. Piper could almost see that adorable pout on his face she adored so much.

"You know I'm always right," she laughed, and with a spring in her steps, she rushed home.

"I'm almost there, see you soon!"

"I love you, bye!" Without waiting for an answer, Percy disconnected the line. Piper sucked a breath in, her fingers tightened on her phone, but continued her way home, a frozen smile on her face.

When she opened the door - cute little ghosties singing their silly song automatically -, Percy's cheerful voice welcomed her. "I know you wanted me to wait for you to carve the pumpkins, but we all know you are a cheater, and you never actually carve them. What do you think?" He smiled, holding up two creepily smiling pumpkins faces. But it wasn't them that made her pause, goosebumps popping up all over her skin.

"What - what did you call me?" She asked, voice fragile, alien even to her ears.

"Okay, it's not cheating, exactly, but you have to admit - drilling holes into the pumpkin like a Pinterest mom is not exactly pumpkin carving, is it?"

"No… no, it isn't," she said, but if someone would have asked what she'd agreed to, she wouldn't have been able to answer.

"Anyways, your costume is on the bed! I'm not sure why Drew chose Rory and Jess for us to dress up as, but her house, her rules…" Percy shrugged, and now that Piper looked closer, she could see the resemblance to Milo Ventimiglia's character in the Gilmore Girls, Jess Mariano. Jeans, flanel shirt, hoodie with leather jacket, and a book in his hand, looking like the perfect mixture of badboyness and intelligence.

"Rory, huh?" Piper asked, forcing to smile through the lump in her throat.

"I think your sister doesn't wants to admit, but secretly, she thinks you are smarter, better and more successful than her. I bet, she is dressing up as Paris!" Percy stepped closer, caressing her face. Right. He never saw the whole series and the closing mini series, did he?

"Dean…" she whispered suddenly, horrified.

"Hm?" Percy asked, and Piper thanked the gods that he was already back in the kitchen, and not next to her. If he'd heard her… well. He was quite oblivious to some things, but he wasn't an idiot.

"Nothing. I'm going to dress up then we can go, okay?" Without waiting for an answer, she walked up the stairs. Closing the door behind her, she leaned back against it, and sighed. It wasn't going to end well, was it? The sudden darkening of the sky answered her unasked question.

Quickly, she dressed up in the Chilton uniform to fit the Jess era, complementing with the headband and the stack of books, her look was pretty much perfect. She hated it.

"Ooh, you look good!" Percy said, opening the door, and pressed a long kiss on her cheek. Piper knew perfectly well that he didn't intend it to there, but she couldn't bring to herself to accept his kiss. Some things even a toothpaste couldn't cover. "You should wear high socks more," he winked. Any other time, she would have answered to his flirting with hers, admiring the way the jeans fitted to his legs, but. It wasn't that time.

"We have to leave or we will be late," she nodded towards the clock. She wasn't eager to leave, but there was no way she could fake something at the last minute that would make Percy leave her alone. He was too good boyfriend for that; if she'd fake a migraine, Percy would stay with her, taking care of her every needs. Ice packs, darkness, basin and massage, anything that would help her.

So, there was only one way to go: out, to the party, where her carefully built life would be falling apart like a house of cards.

#percy jackson #piper mclean #piper x percy #pipercy #pjo #pjo ficlet #rhy

[lover-i-lover]

I have no fucking Idea what I'm doing

I'm called away from wall climbing by Will. "Okay, don't freak out, Jason fall off some rocks and hit his head, and he might have a concussion" He says. "Okay, why are telling me?" I draw the words a little. He's hit his head before and no one came to get me. "He asked for you" Will rubs the back of neck. He doesn't normally do that, he always insists that he'll be fine on his own. I nod, "Okay, where is he?" "He's in his cabin, he asked me to get you, said he didn't wanna be alone" Well, that makes sense. If he does have a concussion he'll want me around to keep him awake for the couple of hours. "Yeah, yeah I'll go, just a second" I excuse myself from class, and head for the Zeus cabin. But something's off, the last time he hit his head, he stayed in the Infirmary until he was cleared. But he went back to his cabin, he's asked for me. Something's wrong, I just don't know what. I convince myself that he only wants some company. I gently knock on the door, there's a small sound I can't fully hear. There's no answer. I knock again, a little louder. The noise stops, and there's a rustling like someone getting to their feet. A rough looking Jason opens the door, sniffling a bit. "Hey. I murmur. "Hey..." He wipes his slightly red eyes, visibly shallowing. "Come in" He clears his throat, and sets aside to let me in. He's wearing his old camp Jupiter hoodie and a pair of light blue jeans. I walk in. Jason shuts the door, taking a shaky breath. We both sit on his bed, he's unusually quiet. Breathing weirdly loud and uneven. "Are you okay?" I ask, sitting crisscross beside him. "Yeah, yeah, just didn't wanna be alone" He laughs, but it's so fake, so I fake that he has to hear it too. "Jason, It's okay. You can tell me" I mutter. He's slouching, shoulders hanging low. He exhales, his breath slow and shaky. "I, fuck" He breaks down, crying and shaking. "Hey, hey, it's alright" I whisper, wrapping him up in my arms.

I don't know what I am doing, I've never been good at comforting people. I shift, sitting half beside and half behind him. "S-Sorry, I just" His voice is almost non-existent through the storm of tears running down his face. "It's so stupid" he hiccups, wiping away the tears that threaten to spill down his chin. So I do the only thing I can think of, I gently grab his red cheeks with both hands. "Whatever it is, it is not stupid" I wipe away more tears. I should how to fucking comfort my own boyfriend. But I don't, because we're only been dating for a month or two. Jason brings his knees up, sniffling wiping his nose with his sleeve. I return my arm to where they were, holding on tightly to his shoulders. "I just, feel so stupid" He shallows down the snot in his throat. "You're not" I shift the closest I can. Pressing his back into my chest. "It's not" He takes a deep, steady breath in. He almost violently wipes the tears off his face. He sniffles, breathing heavily. "That, I just, feel so stupid" He starts, sniffling to keep his nose from running. I reach over to his nightstand and pick out a tissue. I hand it over to him. He blows his nose and throws it in the trashcan by his bed. I stay quiet, letting him gather himself before he continues. "It's just so fucking silly that I keep fucking hitting my head" His sadness slowly turns into a defeat. Like he's just feeling defeated by the world. "It's such a silly thing, and everyone always makes fun of me for it" More tears steam down his cheek. I lean over his shoulder and kiss the tears away. Jason bursts into a laugh, a pure, happy laugh. "Stop!" He laughs, half heartly pushing me away. I kiss away his tears, then lay my head on his shoulder, waiting for him to continue. "It just hurts, because I really try to be more careful, but I end up falling or getting hit over the head with something" He hiccups mid way through the sentence.

"I'm just so tired of it" He cries, voice breaking. "I'm just so tired of being injured all the fucking time" He mutters. He looks out the window. "Sorry, you shouldn't have to deal with this" His voice quivers. Oh hell no. "Hey" I caress his cheeks with both hands, and turn his head to look at me. "I love you, and love means I stick by you, through this, and through much fucking worse. So don't say that, because quote on quote dealing with you, is something I want to do. I want to know, and see every single part of you. I love you, all your injuries, all your scars, fucking everything, Do you hear me?" My voice breaks, he's not stupid, he's not dumb, he's wonderful, he's flawed, he's human, a human I don't think I can live without. Jason nods through more tears. I wipe them off with my thumb. "You're okay, you're wonderful, you're smart, you're, everything" I smile. Jason smiles through tears, laughing and crying. His eyes are blood shot, his cheeks warmed by all the tears. He lurches forward, making us both crash onto his bed. He laughs through tears and more tears, I wrestle him down on his back, kissing off the tears running down his face. He laughs, happiness almost oozing out of him. He slings his arms op around my neck. I chuckle, and lean back, gazing into his eyes. The sadness is still seeping out of his eyes, happiness slowly taking over. Okay, so I'm that bad at comforting others. I spot a half drunken bottle of water on his nightstand. I move off him, guiding him up against the wall. "Here, drink" I say. "No I'm-" "Please honey, just drink something" I coax him into drinking the rest of it. You can't cry while drinking something. He finishes off the bottle, setting it aside, sniffling slightly. I shuffle until I'm seated beside him. "What do you need from me?" I ask, laying my hand over his. "Could you hold me? Please" His voice is almost a whisper, like if he said it any louder he would shatter and ruin everything we have. "Yes, yes of course, come here"

He looks over, more tears welling in his blue eyes. I lace my fingers through his. Another tear rolls down his cheek. I reach up and wipe it away. Jason smiles, laughing slightly. He shuffles in front of me, straddling me, and resting his head on top of mine. I wrap my arms around him. Jason groans and shuffles down so he can comfortably rest his head in the crook of my neck. I'm leaned back on the wall, in a nice relaxing position. I press him tightly against me. A sudden noise startles us both, lightning, how the fuck. Why now. I look out the window, it's started raining, when did that happen. Jason slings his arms around my shoulder. "I'm here" He murmurs. "I know" I murmur, gently squeezing him. I twist my head, planting a light kiss on his ear, the only real place I can reach like this. Jason turns his head to look at me, snuggling his forehead against mine. I chuckle and snuggle my face into his. He laughs, and it's light, bright and, well him. It's everything I love about him. It's my boyfriend, every side of him. I can't help but smile. "Could we, lay down?" "Yeah, of course" We move down. He snuggles himself into me, slinging his arms around my hips. I wrap him my arms around his ribs. I turn my head, deciding to place a playful kiss on his neck. "I love you" I whisper. He shivers. "I love you too" He mutters into my skin. For a small second, he snuggles into my T-shirt, breathing in the scent to calm down. I take a deep breath, he smells of sweet summer rain. Even through it hasn't rained in weeks, maybe it's some kind of soap he uses. I press my nose into his hair, it's soft against my skin. It smells wonderful, smells like, well him. I don't know how else to describe it, it's just, Jason. My Jason. I smile into the soft strains of blonde hair. "Sorry" He sniffles. "Don't be, having bad feelings is a human thing" I snuggle into his hair

"Plus, you stay with me when I'm like this, so you deserve the same. And because I love you"

"I love you too"

#jasico #jason x nico #nico x jason #jason grace #nico di angelo #heros of olympus #hoo #thunderworld

[danny-chase]

Jason should get his red hair back because it sounds like a Dr. Doofenshmirtz origin story.

Jason (in the Doof voice): When I was a boy, my father missed my older brother so much, he made me dye my hair black to match his-

Bruce (tired): It was to protect your identity-

Jason: MY FATHER NEVER LOVED ME

#yeah I'll say it i think we should get red headed Jason back #i can't tell him apart from Dick out of costume #batfam #batfamily #jason todd #red hood #give him the helmet dc we know what you do to characters without helmets #*looks over at Ric Grayson* #incorrect quotes

[jd-loves-fiction]

➤ Jason Todd x Reader

➤ Warnings: gun kink, unprotected sex [don’t be silly, wrap the willy ;)]

➤ @catxsnow @internalsealpanic​ @littleredwing89

[22:50] Your lungs burn as you leapt from one building to another, begging you to slow down at once. 

No chance of that, not with the sound of heavy footsteps thundering behind you as a grunt is heard after the man chasing you lands. 

So you keep running, despite the tightness of your chest, the soreness of your feet and burning in your muscles. 

But somewhere deep inside, something urges you to stop. Something more abstract than the discomfort you feel.

"Come on, princess. Stop and let's talk this out!"

"No way in hell, you glorified eyesore!" You yell back, jumping yet another gap between buildings almost perfectly. 

Almost.

You misjudge the distance and are unable to stick the landing, rolling across the roof until you stop on your back. You don't move, already hearing how his footsteps become slower. He approaches your defeated form, panting as your ankle throbs slightly. You know you can't run anymore at this point, so why tire yourself out.

Red Hood steps over you, placing his boots on your spread arms, barely applying any pressure, just enough to send a message. 

You can hear his heave, distorted, and you imagine him to be sweating bullets under his helmet, while you cool off with the cold, humid air of late night Gotham.

"Did you need to do all that? I just wanted to talk." Red hood protests, exasperated and still panting as you do the same with a skeptical look. 

"Seems it was more your gun wanting to do the talking." You bite back, feeling small under his gaze, so far up from you, but refusing to show it. 

You can almost see his red helmet contort into a frown as you both know what you said isn't true. He may threaten you but he'd never actually shoot you. No matter how much he tries to hide it, he enjoys this dynamic of yours. And so do you. 

The sexual tension, usually pointed out by others around you, could be cut with a meat cleaver. And it just keeps building. Every encounter or skirmish usually leaves you with sticky underwear and him with tighter pants. You excite him, keep him on his toes, and he does the same to you. 

Not to mention the more intimate moments you've shared. 

Walking the grey line of morality meant that your friends could be your enemies and vice versa. For you two, it meant that one day you could be bandaging each other up (still with the masks on) and the next day you could be the ones creating a need for the bandages. 

And that is fine. You both think it's fine.

Until the tension brewing comes to a head spills over from the cauldron. 

Red Hood takes his feet away from your biceps, stepping just below them to take the weight off and still keep close. He then takes his shinny, polished gun from its holster, not yet having been used on that night. 

His large thighs flex as he crouches over your chest, placing the gun under your chin as you stare into the white eyes of his hood, hoping to catch a glimpse of what's behind. 

"Well, if that's the only way I'll get you to talk." His deep voice, seemingly deepened by the voice modulator, rumbles through your chest as he speaks. 

"There are other ways…" You whisper suggestively, mask slits lowering as you smirk seductively. The complete switch from your feisty defiance to a velvety tone and alluring expression makes him pause. 

"Oh? And what would those be?" The gun feels cool against your skin as he presses it harder against you.

"You could start by taking off your helmet." You say confidently. And just like that, the gun's pressure leaves you as he pulls it away slightly. 

Red Hood sighs deeply, shoulders dropping, "You know I can't do that, princess." 

"Not for me?"

"Not for you, not for anyone I'm afraid."

"Won't even let me try to change your mind?" You purr. Your hands crawl up his tense legs, feeling the muscles quiver under your fingertips before they settle on his hips. 

"I can't promise you anything." His tone turns stern, almost cold, but his breathing wavers at the feeling of your warm hands on his cold body. 

"Then don't. Just let me do my thing and see how you feel afterwards." You suggest, nails scratching just above his belt. His hand flexes for a moment, contemplating, before he traces his gun down your throat and towards your warm chest. 

"Think you can change my mind, do you?" His free hand brushes your hair away from your face before he grabs your chin between his gloved fingers. "Let's see what you got."

You slip your legs out from under him, placing them around his waist and throwing him off balance to the side, following the momentum and sitting yourself over him. 

Red Hood's helmet hits the floor as he lets his head fall back. You lay your weight on his middle before gripping both his wrists while leaning closer to his face. 

"You sound quite cocky. Not much reason to, since you're the one on the ground while I could just get up and run. You'd be left all alone to take care of your little problem." You whisper while grinding your ass against said problem.

"True, but we both know you don't really want to. And it's not so little, princess." His voice is deep and raspy as you continue your hip movements, taking his gun out of his hand. "I'll believe it when I see it."

"Then you better start working, doll face."

You scoff at his tone before realizing the safety was off on the gun. "The safety was off?" You ask, shocked, as you turn it on, placing it by your side. 

"Sorry, forgot about it. Had more interesting things to think about." His hands reach for you before you grab them, pinning them beside his head.

"You forgot about it? Not very professional of you, considering your impulses." Your chest meets his as you lean heavily on his wrists. You both know your hold on them means close to nothing and that he could easily get out of it, but he'd allow it if it meant having fun.

"Not the impulses you should be focusing on, sweetheart." His legs bend, urging you forward and making his crotch grind against yours.

“Ooh, I’m so scared of a man whose face I can’t even see. Not to mention the fact that you clearly have a very soft spot for me, sweetheart.” You tease, grinding your hips down firmly, reveling in the deep grunt that makes him chest vibrate against yours.

Red Hood lets out a slow breath, body relaxing completely as he stays silent, “Yeah, you’re right.” he finally says, quietly, absentmindedly. You stare deep into the whites of his mask as he stays tight-lipped and seemingly contemplating something. 

"Can I trust you? Completely?" He asks before you hum, taking your hands away and sitting up. You ignore his boner poking your ass.

"Yes, of course you can." Your expression turns soft and serious as you speak. You hope he can hear your honesty more than see it through the mask. 

He nods before reaching for his helmet, "Wait!" You exclaim as your hands stop him. "What are you doing?!"

"Listen, princess. I want this and I trust you. So I'm acting on all this fucking tension because honestly, I can't wait anymore." And so you let him reach for the back of his helmet, clicking it open with a hiss, before he takes it off and you're baffled by the image before you.

His hair is short and black with a white streak, just as messy and sweaty as you expected. His eyes are a startling, pale green, and they watch your reaction for a moment before his cheeks darken. There's the beginning of dark stubble on his jaw and chin. Even the small scars all across his face, from his cheek to the bridge of his nose, add to his rugged handsomeness that nothing your mind has ever conjured up could compare to. 

"Don't comment too much. We can leave the soft stuff for another time. Right now, I just need to be inside you." The heated look in his striking eyes makes your breath stutter, along with his words. Before you smile cheekily while trailing your nails down his hard abs. 

"'Leave the soft stuff for another time?' That better mean you'll be taking me out on a date, or I'm not having it." You tease, winking at him as he smiles fondly. You take off your mask and place it by his helmet, ego massively boosted by the immensely flustered look on his face as yours is revealed. 

"Do comment all you like. And you can call me Y/N." You whisper into the night, lips a breath away from his. 

"Jason. Nice to meet you, finally."

His soft lips crash against yours as months of tension come to a head while teeth scrape and tongues battle for dominance. You lose it and let Jason suck on your tongue as you rush to unbuckle his pants after raising his shirt slightly.

You feel his hands grip your waist tightly, meaning to flip you under him, before you hold him back by placing your hands on his, "Let me ride you, please." 

"Ah fuck, doll face." Jason's voice wavers as you reach past his boxers to grab his hot member in your cold hand. Your hand moves up and down, feeling him harden fully in your palm as your forehead rests against his. 

Your lips suck on his pulse while your other hand brushes a long scar in the middle of his torso, that you refuse to comment on. 

"Princess, you better stop or I'm gonna cum. And I just wanna do it inside you." He grunts, tugging at your pants while holding your wrist to slow you down.

You take your pants off, thankful for the roof's tall walls and the fact that, for once, it isn't raining like hell. The stone digs into your knees as you settle over him once again. 

"You ready?" Jason asks as you move his cock through your folds. You're not sure of the answer. He looks too girthy for you to take without prep painlessly. But with the burning ache on your core begging to feel him inside, your patience is quickly running out, so you're sure going to try.

You sink down instead of answering, slipping only the head of his cock inside you, making his eyes widen and nearly roll back at the unexpected pleasure, before they close tightly as he struggles to hold his own hips down as you adjust.

"Ah! Doll…" He sighs, hips twitching as they try to raise against the weight of you. You hold yourself up on his stomach as your walls are stretched to their limit, trying not to impale yourself too quickly.

You breathe hard and deep as you move down, the base being thicker makes it harder and not painful, but it's worth it for Jason's face as you finally descend all the way until your hips meet his and he gasps before moaning loudly and deeply. His cheeks become even redder than before, looking to the side at his loud noise.

You lean towards his ear to whisper, moving him inside you slightly which makes him groan again, "Be as loud as you like, nobody can hear you. Plus, not sure anybody cares."

“Fuck, princess, please tell me I can move. I just wanna fuck this pussy so bad.” Jason says, hands holding onto your hips. You nod desperately, already half gone with the feeling of his hard cock fully inside, raising yourself with a whimper and dropping again.

“Shit, doll!” He exclaims, hands helping you move as his hips raise while you drop, his tip hitting you impossibly deep as a layer of sweat starts to form on both of your foreheads, hair sticking to the skin.

“Ah, Jason.” You whimper, grounding your clit against his pelvis at the bottom.

“You feel so good, doll. So warm and wet, fuck…” He sighs, hand grasping your hair and pulling your lips against his as you set a hard and fast pace. 

Your lips barely connect for more than a few moments, kisses interrupted by moans and whimpers as you breathe against each other's mouths. 

Your toes begin to curl as sparks of pleasure travel all over your flushed body, breathing heavy as your heart pounds against your chest. Your body jerks as Jason’s rough and calloused finger starts rubbing firm circles on your clit.

“You close, sweetheart? You gonna cum all over my cock? Clench even tighter, shit!” He sighs, followed by a groan as you do clench tighter around him at his dirty words while the pleasure builds.

“Jason, please! I’m so close.” You moan desperately, muscles twitching as you allow Jason to do the most work with his powerful thrusts and rough fingers.

Your back arches as you finally reach that peak, shivering, nails digging into his stomach as you let him thrust into your pussy until he lets out a grunt once he reaches his orgasm, warm filling you as his cum drips out of you and down your thighs.

You open your eyes, gazing up into the dark sky, catching your breath before looking down. Jason lays back, sighing as the aftershocks of his high wears off slowly, leaving him sated and tired, pent up tension finally released.

You lean forward, ignoring the way your pussy twitches as he nudges the inside, and placing a kiss to his red cheek and smiling at his hazy, faraway gaze.

“So, about that date, you free on Friday?”

#dc #DC comics #dc x reader #dc x y/n #dc x you #jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd reader insert #jason todd fluff #jason todd smut #batfamily #batfamily x y/n #red hood #red hood and the outlaws #red hood x you #red hood x reader #red hood x y/n #red hood smut

[algumaideia]

I'm sorry because in my head this was good, but then while writing it I messed it up:

"It has been five months Reyna; the legion needs another praetor"

"I've always knew you were power hungry, but this... how can you disrespect Jason this way?"

"I am power hungry?! What about you? Since when it is acceptable to be only one praetor?"

"The legion has another praetor, Jason if yo-"

"He is gone!! Gone, Reyna. Can't you understand that?! The-"

"I know Jason is gone and that's exactly why our augur should be looking for him, but apparently he is too busy looking for more power."

"I am looking for him, it is not my fault the auguries aren't telling me anything related to him. But this does not change the fact it has been five months and the legion needs es-"

"A tyrant."

"A what?"

"We all know that you would become a tyrant if you got all this power!"

"I... I a tyrant?! Why not you that is putting too much effort to stay in the power by yourself?!"

"Please Octavian, just ask any camper about it and see who they would think would be more likely to become a tyrant. Besides don't twist my actions."

"It is funny you say that because-"

"Now, get out Octavian, I'm tired of this discussion"

"Reyna this is not fair-"

"GET OUT OCTAVIAN!!"

...

Michael wasn't able to listen if Octavian said something else, but he clearly saw him getting out with his face as red as a tomato. He passed Michael straight like he was in a hurry. It seemed like he was trying to run away from the discussion or Reyna. Michael followed Octavian.

When they stopped Octavian looked almost as tired as he looked angry.

"Are you okay?"

The surprised face Octavian made whenever Michael asked him this question always hurt him.

"Yeah, I'm fine" he muttered "I mean, I'll be fine"

They stayed quiet for some time.

"I... Reyna is so blind. Something is coming, something bad and she just wants to act like everything is okay and is perfectly fine to only have a praetor. I don't get it. The auguries, Apollo... I... What is wrong with her?!"

"She is just stressed with this situation and-"

"No, she is not, and you know that. She is just being mean and making assumptions" Octavian was breathing heavily "Maybe if the legion also showed interest in choosing another praetor she would listen to reason"

"But the legion-"

"I know how the legion feels about me, okay?!!"

"I..."

It hurt Michael to see Octavian that way. He was obviously shaken by the discussion.

"Not everyone in the legion dislikes you, I don't," Michael opened a little smile "far from it actually."

"I... thank you" Octavian voice was softer than Michael ever heard "I forget it all the time. Thank you for remembering me."

"You're welcome."

Michael wanted to hug Octavian, but he didn't want to make things weird. However, it the atmosphere became awkward quickly, as the boys just starred each other in silent.

"We need to do something about the legion"

The phrase made Michael's stomach twist with fear. He felt immense guilt immediately after that.

"What do you mean by that?"

Octavian opened his mouth to answer.

"Michael!! Are you there? We need to talk!!"

They both looked at the direction of the interruption.

"Do you wanna continue this conversation?"

"No, I need time to think. You can go"

Michael looked at Octavian, wishing he would say he needed to discuss more with him. He wished that because he still wanted to know what Octavian meant when he said they needed to do something about the legion. Because he was worried about Octavian and thought he needed some support. Because he just liked to spend time with him.

In the end Michael just went without looking back. The guilt was kind of suffocating him, he just couldn't stand stay in the same place with Octavian when he thought was bad of him as Reyna and the legion. What kind of friend he was?

...

Octavian hated walking to his parents’ house at New Rome. He always ended up exhausted, with his entire body aching and feeling like he could faint at any moment. It didn't help that most time he would go there because he was feeling like crying, so he spent all the way trying the hardest he could to do not let a single tear fall. Those things were probably the reason he did it so often, some sort of self-punishment.

When he arrived the house, the silence on it bothered him. His parents were traveling again, but there was no employee in the house. His parents knew that Octavian would hide in the house often and they didn't want to help him 'get weaker'. Like receiving some water and food after the strenuous walk would spoil him on someway.

Looking to the stairs that went to the second floor, where his room was, Octavian felt like throwing up or dying. Dying sounded quite good to him actually.

He just sat on the steps, too tired to go up. And then Octavian finally let himself cry from what happened earlier.

"how can you disrespect Jason this way?"

"We all know that you would become a tyrant if you got all this power!"

"Please Octavian, just ask any camper about it and see who they would think would be more likely to become a tyrant."

Octavian felt as hurt thinking about those words as when he heard them.

He was sobbing, shaking, phlegm coming out of his nose. It was a horrible scene.

Why no one liked him?

He couldn't understand it. It started inw those early days in Camp Jupiter, when he got there with the hope he would find a loving family. When he would try the hardest to be nice, useful, helpful. When his entire world evolved around trying to make friends. And it just continued. But he couldn't understand.

Yeah, he used threats to intimidate some people from the First Cohort, but what else he could do? They were bullying him, and before that he tried to be nice, to talk to them, to become a good fighter, to show how important he was as an augur. And nothing worked.

Yeah, it was his plan that almost slaughtered the Second Cohort. But it wasn't his fault. For months they were beating him up during the War Games, if he did nothing, they would just continue it forever since no one seemed to care about his situation.

He just didn't get. Why other people didn't like him? Why they didn't like him since the beginning?

The more he thought, uglier the crying was.

It all hurt so much.

...

When Octavian woke up, he felt disgusted. HIs face and shirt were smeared with phlegm and sticky with tears. He thought it was miracle that he didn't throw up.

Even though he slept, Octavian didn't properly rest. He was still feeling really tired. His head was also heavy and aching. He almost fell twice while going up stairs.

Instead of resting in his bed as he originally planned, Octavian went to the bathroom and started washing his face with some desperation. He spent some minutes cleaning his face.

After finished he took of his dirty shirt the fastest he could and sat on the toilet. He decided he was too tired to take a shower and ate most of the cereal bars he had there to recharge after bathing.

Octavian went to his bed feeling like the day had been too long. As soon as he lied down and hugged a teddy bear, he started crying again.

He tried everything to be liked and nothing worked. How would he be able to figure out how to make the legion support him when he already tried it for years and failed miserably.

At least he knew he would have the support of the First Cohort since his parents at least were able to buy him some friends. The Second Cohort would be at his side too, they feared him more than they liked Jason and feared Reyna. The rest of the legion however would be a problem.

Maybe he could also make the rest of the legion fear him.

That wasn't a bad idea.

After the thought the silent crying became more intense. Octavian would probably never be liked by anyone if he did that. But what option he had?

At least he would have Michael.

...

I think this was the longest Octavain prompt I wrote. According to Word it has 1412 words...

@pjo-hoo-toa-freakazoid Thank you for helping my writing block and helping me with the grammar question! I hope you enjoy it and it wasn't a dissapointment.

@thegodswereneveronourside because you like a sad Octavian.

@zazzander This post was inspired by your Octahale short fic, so thanks!!

And if you want me to tag you in my Octavian prompts or in the unlike case I write other long prompt like that or any of my posts actually, please tell me. Because I feel like I'm annoying people whenever I tag them. I'm feeling this right now about tagging Ari, Zaz and even Zoid and he said I could tag him. So please tell me!

#octavian #hoo #octavian hoo #reyna avila ramirez arellano #michael kahale #sad octavian #lonely octavian #autistic octavian #anemic octavian #octahale #long prompt

[imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl]

The Perfect Bad Boy (Pt. 10 of 18)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Reader

Word count: 2.7K

Summary: Working as a lifeguard in the Hawkins Community Pool, you try to fit in after moving from New York. Things were going pretty well when you notice you've been under someone's stare. Billy Hargrove, Hawkins' bad boy, has been staring at you since day one. You never intended to have anything to do with him, judging by the reputation he has. But Billy won't leave you alone, determined to show you his feelings are different this time...

As if your heart flooding you with confusing feelings wasn't enough, there are weird, strange animals lurking in the woods... But those have to be just part of the wild live of the woods surrounding Hawkins... Right?

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Monsters Lurking In The Dark

Yesterday's happenings are making a lot of people talk to you today. They ask if you're alright, if you had to go to the hospital, why Billy ran like a lightning bolt to reach you... Some of them are actually being kind. Others, not so much. It feels like they're trying to get you to say something else, scavenging for a secret. Jason is the only one to actually get into a long conversation, making sure you're alright and giving you tips to avoid heat exhaustion again. But the others, mostly the girls, make awkward questions. You get that Billy's behavior is changing. Monica is often telling you about how some girls ask her if she knows what's going on between you and Billy. She never answers though, saying this isn't their business.

As you pace around the pool, a bottle of water on your hand since Billy is literally forcing you to drink water by the hour, you spot him chatting with some of his friends. Tommy and Carol are the only ones you can name, and you never got why you only hang out with your friends and not his. Billy has his eyes on the pools and the whistle between his lips. Tommy goes on about something, and suddenly, Billy lets the whistle fall, giving Tommy a weird stare. You giggle a little at his expression, crossing your arms.

“Look who's staring now,” Monica says in a provoking tone, stopping by your side. “But I totally get it. I'd be shamelessly staring too if I didn't have my sweetheart.”

“How's Christopher by the way?” She told you he had an accident in the garden, which got him a nasty cut on the leg.

“Complaining. But I'm enjoying taking care of him.” She smiles, and her eyes shine. Every passing day you're more convinced they're in love with each other. That you'll be attempting to their wedding one day. “What about you? You gotta be careful with the sun.”

“I am.” Raising your hand, you show her the bottle. “Billy is driving me insane. I swear I can't drink any more water today.”

“Can you blame him? I thought he'd have a heart attack yesterday.” He tilts her head to where he is, across the pools. His eyes meet yours and he winks. “Poor guy, he has it bad for you.”

Giggling, you look down because you're surely blushing. “Oh, tell me something. Some people came to talk to me, you know. Asking if I was alright. But some of them made some very awkward questions.”

“Yeah, that's because they think you're pregnant.”

Your eyes go wide, and you gasp, feeling your whole body numb for a moment. “What the hell,” you exclaim, a little too loud. Looking around, you notice some eyes on you. “Holy shit, Monica. Tell me you're joking.”

“Small town, (Y/N), people talk.” She puts a hand on your shoulder. “Trust me, half the women here went through something like that. They'll let go in a few weeks.”

“Do you think Billy knows?” You lift your eyes to look for him, but you only find his friends.

“Probably. But look, don't worry about it. You're the new girl who managed to hook Billy Hargrove, the town's bad boy. People will talk, but don't let it ruin what you have with him.”

“No, of course not.” As much as it bugs you, it doesn't change anything. “You know I'm falling for him, right?” You burst out, feeling the sudden need to let it out your chest. “Completely.”

“I'm noticing. You–”

She's cut short when you're pulled into something. Someone. You roll your eyes because you know who it is. Billy pulls you against his chest, his lips on your ear. “Do you know what they're saying about yesterday's episode?” He whispers, a hand coming to caress your belly.

Great. Now this will certainly make people forget this story. “Yeah. They think I'm carrying a tiny Billy.” You mutter, waving at Monica as she walks away with a smirk on her lips. “Was that what Tommy told you? You made a funny face.”

“Yes, but he said it in a way that almost had me breaking his ugly nose.” He keeps you close, despite the public. And honestly, you don't mind. A few days ago you'd push him away, but now... They'll speak anyway, so it doesn't matter.

“Hey, why don't we never hang out with your friends?” You take the chance to ask. “You don't want them to see you with me?” It's impossible not to follow this train of thought, and it does sound stupid judging by the way he's holding you right now, for everyone to see.

“Of course not. It just that I know the kind of assholes they are and I'm sure you won't like them.”

“But it's weird. I don't want you to think I'm forcing you to only hang out with my party.”

He takes a deep breath, and you feel his chest moving. That reminds you he's shirtless... “I'll introduce you to them... In the funfair tomorrow.”

“Oh my God, the funfair!” You exclaim. People have been talking about it for a few days, but you totally forgot. “I've never been to anything like that.”

“You're gonna love it.”

“You two. Back to your chairs.” The manager shouts from somewhere behind you, and you both roll your eyes at the same time.

“Talk to you later,” you tell him, tiptoeing to kiss his cheek.

“Remember to–”

“Yeah, yeah. Water, stay in the shadow. If I feel dizzy I'll shout for my knight in shining armor.” Walking backwards, you smirk at him. “Eyes on the pool, Hargrove,” you warn him, turning around and making your way back to the chair.

You're glad you're feeling good, no sign of anything you felt yesterday. And it isn't as hot as it was, so that's a bonus. You're peacefully watching the kids, yelling at some, threatening some teenagers to ban them for life, just the normal stuff. Through the corner of your eye, you notice Billy gesturing. When you look at him, he shows you his bottle.

Shaking your head no, you try to ignore him. But you are a little thirsty, so you sigh before jumping to the ground. On your way to the cafeteria, you stop by his chair. “Want some?”

“Nah, I'm good.”

“Don't act like you can't be beaten by heat exhaustion too, Hargrove. I'm bringing you some cold water.” Punching his leg playfully, you go to the cafeteria.

You're a little startled to find James in there, seated on the table next to the wall, both hands on his head. As you silently open the fridge, you wonder if you should just leave him alone. You never really spoke, and since he switched his schedule with Billy, you have seen less of him. Today should be his day off if you're not mistaken.

“Hey, James,” you say in a soft voice, standing by the fridge as you take one of the bottles Billy has for you. “You ok?”

“Huh?” He looks up abruptly, suddenly aware he's not alone. “Hey.”

You were going to leave, but he seems scared... Red eyes as if he didn't get any sleep. “Is something wrong?” You sit before him, placing the bottle on the table. “You look... sad.”

“Oh, it's just... Nothing, really. It's stupid.” He's mumbling under his breath, a line of sweat on his forehead.

“Whatever it is it's not stupid. Who told you it was?”

“My parents, my brother.” He breathes out, his eyes suddenly meeting yours. “You're new here, right? Did you move from a big city?”

“New York. Why?”

“I'm from Washinton. Have you ever crossed paths with something in the woods? Some... Some kind of animal? And when you told someone they just said it was because you're some big city kid who's not used to live so near the forest and because of that you're easily impressed by anything weird you see?” James speaks fast, so fast it's hard to keep up.

“Actually yes.” You nod, keeping your voice low and soft in an attempt to calm him down. You never saw anyone so scared. “A few weeks ago I saw something, but I didn't get a good look at it. Don't know what it was.”

“I don't know what species of-of... Things they have here, but what I saw... I couldn't sleep. I thought about telling the chief of police but everyone keeps saying I'm crazy.”

“What did you see, James?”

He puts his hands on his head again, looking at the table. “It... It was the size of a dog. And I thought it was a stray dog so I stopped the car and followed it.” His voice cracks, so you get up, moving to sit on the chair beside him, touching his arm. “It was so damn dark and I had no flashlight. It was near a tree, eating something. I started calling it, trying to show it I was just trying to help but then... It-It turned at me and... Shit, the damn thing had no face. It was blank. Sticky... no fur, no eyes, nothing.” He moves suddenly, holding both your shoulders roughly. You gasp at the sudden change, looking at him, tears threatening to roll down from his eyes. “I ran like hell. I told my parents the moment I got home but they said it was something in the woods playing tricks on me but I know what I saw. The damn thing had no face, I swear–”

“Let go of her right now.” Billy's thunder voice makes James jump up, making his chair fall backwards. “What the hell do you think you're doing?”

“Billy, it's alright.” Quickly, you stand up and walk over him.

“I'm sorry, I just...” James tries to speak, hands raised in defeat. It looks like he didn't know what he was doing. “Sorry, (Y/N).”

He walks around the table, eyes on the floor. Billy gives a step towards him, but you hold him back, both hands on his chest. “Billy, no. Listen...” You whisper to him, your eyes meeting his when James finally leaves the cafeteria. “He wasn't trying to hurt me or anything, he was just scared.”

“Scared of what?” He looks down at you, his hands softly rubbing the skin of your shoulders. “It'll leave bruises. What the hell did he think he was doing?”

As much as you melt a little to feel his touch after the sting from James' grip, you have this feeling in your stomach. You can't seem to shake it away, and the more you think, the worse it gets. “Billy... Remember when I told you I saw something in the woods?” He nods, confused. “James saw it too... Same description. He... He said it had no face, and I... I think that's exactly what I saw.”

His expression changes, and you can't read his face. Taking a deep breath, he sits on the table, pulling you to sit beside him. “James came here a few months ago. From a big city too, so it's normal to be scared when–”

“He was desperate because that's exactly what people are telling him.” You cut him off, running a hand through your hair. “Billy, he wasn't scared. He was terrified.” Your voice gets lower, as your mind floats back to what you saw. Naked skin, as if it was green, covered in some disgusting thing... “I know it sounds crazy, but I swear to God his description matched what I saw that day.” It suddenly comes to your mind... There was a lab here. A lab and a bunch of weird stories about it. “Hawkins National Lab!” You exclaim, jumping to your feet. “What if they made an experiment with some kind of animal and now it's free in the woods?”

“Hawkins Lab was closed years ago.”

“I know but–” Billy takes your hand, pulling you close. He holds you by the hips, raising his head to meet your eyes from his seated position.

“Princess, listen. It's true there was a lab, and it's also true that the darkness and these woods play tricks on people who aren't used to them.” He speaks slow, eyes never leaving yours. “It may be something but it could also be a big misunderstanding. If it happens again, if you or anyone else sees anything like that, we'll tell the cops and let them deal with it.”

Taking a deep breath, you decide to let his calming tone relax you. “Alright...” Nodding, you take a look at your shoulders, spotting the purple marks of where James fingers dig into your skin. “The guy was really out of his mind,” you mutter.

“Yeah...” Billy stands up, placing a kiss on both your shoulders before straighten up, his index finger on your chin. “Let's go back there before Anthony notices we're gone again.”

Nodding, you follow him back outside.

• • •

You wish you knew how to draw. If you did, you'd make a scratch of the animal you saw, and another one of what James described, just to see if they would really match.

You're staring at the ceiling, on your unusually empty bed. Having Billy here was amazing. Beyond amazing. Having his strong arms around you, and waking up next to him on the morning was pure bliss. You never thought such a feeling existed. It felt like home, like life was nothing but a long road leading you to that very moment. To his embrace, so warm and calming.

You chose to think about that instead of the unclassified animal. That brings a shiver down your spine, different from the shivers Billy causes. The last ones are made of nervousness, excitement... All those silly things. Tossing around, you sit up, your feet on the cold floor. Your eyes fall on the necklace, that you always keep on the nightstand. Billy kept his promise, and he wears his piece every day. You have to tell him he doesn't have to, not anymore. He already made his point, and you know he has other earrings to use.

Smiling to yourself, you pick the necklace up, fingers caressing the metal. You need to tell Billy what you feel. Openly. You do have something going on, but it's still unnamed. And there's no reason to remain that way. If he wants you, if he truly wants to keep you... He has to know you want him too. That you want to be with him, and screw the rest of the world. Screw the past, the gossip, whatever people of Hawkins think. This is about both of you, nobody else. It's useless to keep pretending Billy Hargrove doesn't own your heart. This torture can't continue, there's no reason to.

Your train of thought is interrupted by the phone's loud ring. You're about to answer when you hear your aunt's footsteps downstairs. It's probably Robert, she was saying something about him calling her today. As she picks up, you put the necklace down and walk over the window, feeling the fresh summer breeze tickling your skin.

“(Y/N)!” Diane shouts, and her urgent tone startles you. “(Y/N)! Pick up the phone!” Her rapid footsteps bring her to your bedroom, a worried expression on her face. “Pick up now. It's Max, she's crying. I don't know–”

The mention of Billy's sister has you moving, picking up the light pink phone you have on the nightstand. “Max?” You breathe out, eyes focused on Diane as she breathes fast.

“(Y/N)..!” Her voice is weak, like a low scream. You hear voices behind her, and you immediately recognize Billy's. But there's someone else, a man's voice. “(Y/N), please, you need to–” She's cut short by something breaking. “It's Neil. He's here, please–”

“Hang up the damn–” Then it's over.

For a moment, a second, you just stand there, frozen, looking at Diane. But on the next one, you're moving, your heart threatening to beat its way out of your chest.

“Honey, what is it?” Diane follows as you rush downstairs, grabbing nothing but the car keys.

“Billy's father. I gotta go.” It's everything you manage to say before storming outside.

×

A/N: Things are about to get chaotic...

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@chloe-skywalker @dpaccione @tilesandtokens @dreamin-of-dacre @funeral-7 @uncookspaget @youhavemyfantasticbeasts @dontxfearxthereaper

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[athena-is-a-chaotic-lil-shit]

Feral Fatality

(Part 2)

I'm supposed to be working on the requests but here I am. Writing nonsense. But its my nonsense so *shrugs*

Pairing: Jason Voorhees x Fem!Reader

Word count: 2.4k

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence (or so I think), Blood (lots of blood), Murder (as usual), Feral side of the reader coming out for a brief moment, and cursing.

—

Three harsh knocks made you flinch and woke you up from your sleep.

"Hey, loser! It's dinner time. Eloiza wants you by the campfire. Now." Layla, one of Eloiza's side girls, stressed. You sat up, rubbing your eyes before you set your book on the bedside table.

"Did you hear me?! I said—"

"Yeah, yeah, I heard you alright. I'll be out." You swear the whole camp could hear her with the way she's squawking.

She stomped off, huffing loud.

You chose to stay in your baggy clothes. A black hoodie with a small yin-yang symbol on your left breast with a matching pair of black and white sweatpants, half of your ebony hair tied up in a ponytail.

It was already dark when you walked out, the moon climbing bit by bit up to the sky and subtly lighting your path. You shivered as a chilled breeze went past.

In the distance, you could see a small fire, dancing, swaying its fiery arms. It would have been a nice sight if not for the people around it.

Even from afar, you could see them engaged in a heated session, the smell of cigarettes and pot reached your senses, making you grimace.

"Yo look, it's (Y/N)," one of them said once you were close to the campfire.

Few gave you glances, before going back to their business. You remained quiet, though you noticed five people were missing in the group.

Fucking in the cabins, no doubt.

Eloiza was in the middle, her ass planted on someone's lap while she held a cigarette, both of them sharing and blowing smoke at each other.

Different. Out of place. You regretted coming out here, but if you didn't they'd only harass you in your cabin. Break down your door, and drag you out just to humiliate you. Then it fully dawned on you; no adults or teachers to protect you here, they could kill you if they wish.

You cursed as worst-case scenarios ran wild in your mind.

Damn, I'm gonna die tonight.

"Layla, why don't give her some food already, she's obviously hungry," Eloiza ordered.

"Ugh! Me again? Why can't you let Betty do it?" She was straddling Jake, vice-captain of the rugby team in your school. Layla subtly ground down her ass unto his crotch. The act was uncomfortable and disgusting to you.

Eloiza shot a glare at her, expression grim.

"Fine!" she jumped off, "I'll be right back babe," she whispered not so quietly. It was clear that they weren't in a relationship, only looking for someone to fuck. Lacking the sense of intimacy that lovers have. The air was just full of sexual tension and lust, anyone who's good at reading people would know.

And right now, you wanna vomit.

"While we wait for that hoe to come back, why don't you sit down with us for a bit (Y/N)?"

"Thank you, but I'm fine standing. I'll just take the food and eat in my cabin," you replied. Your smile was fake and your voice, monotonous. You hid your hands in your pockets.

"I insist, let's chat for a bit," she said. The rest of the group ignored you still as they were busy with their...partners.

You blinked and looked at her right in the eyes.

"No."

You refuse to submit to her, you submit to no one. You came to camp to get away from the noise people like her make. Ironically, you wouldn't be here if it wasn't for her either.

"What did you just say to me?" Oh, right, Eloiza hates you as much as she hates being disobeyed. Her face turned red, and it wasn't from the fire.

"No," you repeated.

"No?" she scoffed, "I told you to sit the fuck down. I was being kind to you and you de—"

"No, I won't sit down. And no, you were not kind, you just gave me an order and I refused."

The group froze and looked at you, halting their activities. Eloiza shot up, making you raise your guard and take a step back.

Still, you did not expect her to grab a half-burning log and fling it at you.

You barely dodged, the hefty ember grazing the side of your face, burning your skin and some of your black strands. You took a sharp intake of air and staggered back, dizzy and groaning from the pain as you hover your hand on your cheek. Gasps and cheers sounded around you.

"Nobody. Disobeys. Me." she said, accentuating every word. "You're just a useless piece of shit. You think being a smartass will save you? You do realize that I can kill you right here and now, don't you?" Eloiza threatened as she approached you, her eyes burning holes into your head. A hand grabbed her arm, "Babe, you can't murder her! We'll go to jail if you—"

"Shut up, Evan. No one would know what happened here. It's so easy to say a bear attacked and ate her. And who would notice her gone anyway? Everyone knows her parents don't give a shit about her."

She's right, no one would care if I'm gone. Nobody would give two shits if I died.

"But—"

"I said shut up, didn't I?! Do you want to die too, huh?!"

"Let her have fun, Evan," Betty commented.

"What the fuck is going on here??" Layla was back, carrying a bowl of soup.

While they were preoccupied, you twisted on your heel and bolted, your vision spun but you didn't stop. While a handful of traitorous thoughts tells you to drop dead, that you should just die than prolong your suffering, your heart didn't. Yes, not a soul cares about you, but you have yourself, your books, and your art. There was no fucking chance in hell you'd let them have their way with you.

You raced to your cabin and slammed it open, closing it in the same fashion and locking it in place. Your face was throbbing, stray tears stained your cheeks as you searched for a handkerchief to wet and cool your burns.

You eventually managed to lessen the pain, thanking yourself for bringing skin ointment. Your hands were shaking as you applied it to your skin, whimpers escaped your lips as it stung a bit. You took deep breaths to calm your heart down...

In. One. Two. Three. Out. Repeat.

—

Jason Voorhees stood in the shadows as the scene took place.

A girl was telling you to sit, and you refused politely, yet she asserted.

The others ignored you until you outright said no.

Was it so surprising to hear one word from your mouth that the whole group turned to you?

The girl snapped, took a burning log by its safe edge, and threw it at you. It hit your cheek and you staggered backward.

His grip tightened around his weapon as alarms rang in his head, an overwhelming urge to protect you arose. You did nothing wrong and that woman harmed you.

She was shouting, threatening to end your life. A man stopped her but...

Jason heard what she said, the words only made his sight darken with rage. What did she mean by "your parents 'don't give a shit' about you"? Did they not love you as a parent should to their child?

He sees you dash back to the cabin in haste and silently praises you for taking the chance to escape, he wouldn't want you to see what he'd do to them. The killer watched for a little longer only to make sure they wouldn't follow and hurt you again.

With you out of the way and safe, he emerged out of hiding. He threw an ax with precision, splitting open one's head like a coconut, the blood spattering on the ones nearby. In an instant, they shrieked in terror, their faces turning pallid, terrified as they scattered in different directions.

The hunt begins.

—

You broke out of your trance when the screams reached your ears.

Oh.

You were no fool of course. You knew the legend about Jason Voorhees was true, just from looking into the cases of mass disappearances, bodies never seen again. With no evidence, no one believed it, thinking it was just an old story to scare people away, a silly myth.

Nobody, except for one little you.

Well, maybe there was somebody else but you know what I mean.

It wasn't hard to connect the dots. There were two conclusions you came up with;

Either the killer was real or the people found themselves in the stomach of a monster.

You preferred the former, honestly.

Somehow, you expected this to happen. It was part of the reason why you came with them even though you knew the possibility. Risking your life in the process just to see him with your own eyes.

Wow, what's happened to me...

You sat up on the floor and as if on cue someone pounded on your door.

"(Y/N)!! (Y/N) Let me in! Open the door and let me in!"

By the sound of it, it was Betty.

You ignored her pleas, she deserves to get torn in half for being the bitch she was...

Wait.

Why not do it yourself?

A glance at the toolbox was all it took for you to stand up and take out a screwdriver. You approached the door, Betty still pleading for her life behind it.

"Please, please! I don't wanna die yet! I'm too young to—"

She stumbled forward when the door opened. But instead of a thank you, she screeched as you tackled her to the ground and stabbed her in the eye.

Stab.

Stab.

Stab.

Her blood splattered on your clothes and skin as you drove the metal tool into her skull several times. The squelching sound of meat and bones surrounded you together with the deafening pounding of your heart.

Betty had long gone silent. Her face was unrecognizable once you stopped.

Oddly enough, you felt a familiar thrill with what you did. It was the same one when you won your first contest, received your first trophy, and made your first masterpiece. It was a first.

And it was...enthralling.

You sensed someone's eyes on you. You looked up and saw a tall and massive man with a hockey mask covering his face, standing a few meters away, his machete dripping with blood. A glint of blue flickered in his eye for a moment.

Jason Voorhees.

Not knowing what to do and still high in the moment, you waved the bloody screwdriver at him and smiled.

"H-Hey," you uttered out.

The murderer—well, you were a murderer now too— trudged towards you, stopping when a scream to your left cut through the air.

—

Jason honestly couldn't believe what he was seeing. Little you with a little tool, gouging the brains out of the one he was chasing down.

With a screwdriver.

Multiple emotions went through him that moment, he was shocked that you could kill someone with your tiny hands, proud that you just killed said someone that was his prey, and relieved that you were alright.

Wait, were you?

He was snapped out of his thoughts when you waved and greeted him. You just waved and greeted— what? Why weren't you running back inside your cabin? Why didn't you scream at the sight of him? Did you not know him? Was the blood on his clothes and the weapon he was carrying not ringing any bells?

Jason wanted answers and moved to close the distance between you, but then a shrill cry echoed.

Someone got snared in his traps.

He looked at you, your face was dirty with blood, but your eyes were wide open, not of fear, but happiness?

He'll have to finish his hunt first. He gave you one more look before he trudged to the origin of the sound. He'll visit you later, that is if you're still here. He wouldn't be surprised if you used this chance to get out of the place, and he'd let you. You were innocent...different, and the murder you just did was well-deserved, albeit shocking.

-

It was the one who injured you, the cause of your burn, miserably crawling on the ground as her foot bled through the jaws of a bear trap.

"Help! Please help me!! I'm dying! Somebody help—"

She howled as the killer gripped the source of her pain and dragged her back to the center of the camp, taking the long path on purpose.

Jason was always angry in one way or another every time people came to disturb the place, but this? Oh no, all he sees is red, not a word had been heard from his mother ever since.

He would usually kill them the instant he catches his prey, but he wants—needs— this one to suffer. He knows, more than anyone, how it feels to be an outcast, to be bullied for being different. This hideous woman is going to die slowly, the pain she gave you a hundred times more agonizing.

"Let go of me you fucking murderer!" She shouted, kicking and clawing on the dirt in hopes of stopping him. Jason paid her no mind, his eyes focused on the fire that glowed close.

This bitch will burn to ash.

He stood in front of the campfire and brought up her body over it, her long blonde tresses turned to nothing as she flailed and shrieked pathetically. The killer crushed her legs before he let go, the flames big enough to devour her entirely, scorching her alive.

A yell from behind drew his attention as another one ran towards him, an ax lifted and ready to attack.

"Die you monster!" They shouted, embedding the ax on his shoulder. Jason felt no pain from the shallow wound, only an itch.

What a lousy attack.

Jason pulled out the silly thing and bashed it on his assailant's skull with one heavy strike, crushing the bones beneath. Lifeless, he tossed the body into the fire, the cries died down moments ago, only the smell of burnt flesh filled his nose as the embers crackled remained.

The undead man stalked away, feeling better than before. There were still a few people waiting to be disposed of.

Jason Voorhees will not rest until every single one of them is dead.

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[amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines]

Sweet Pea//i have called you darlin' and i'll say it again

Request: Can I request a super fluffy Sweet Pea/Reader, the song Make you Mine by Public is kinda song I'd recommend listening to for it, not necessarily a song fic but just like Sweet Pea flirting/crushing on reader sort of thing

hey! so i had an idea for this and i really hope you like it! its a bit different to how i usually write and maybe a little different to what you were expecting. but i dunno, i just really liked the idea. i hope you do too! (if you don’t just tell me and i’ll write something else because this is a little different to the request) also, ‘lips’ is an inside joke between me and my girlfriend, and this is going to look really weird here but if you read on you’ll get what I mean. 

From the moment Sweet Pea saw you, he knew you were the one. 

He’d finally made it to the end of the first week of college, and with the help of his roommates he’d been invited to the first party of the school year. 

If you’d asked him a year ago where he would be in 12 very long months, he definitely would not have said stood in a frat house, playing beer pong a bunch of Chad’s and Jason’s. But here he is, and to his surprise he’s actually enjoying it. A lot more than he thought he would. 

He knows he probably should be back in his dorm, studying or sleeping or whatever freshman are supposed to be doing. But after the first week he’s still feeling a little lost. He doesn’t have any of his friends as Toni and Fangs both went to different college’s in different parts of the country. Classes are long, homework’s confusing and teachers are rude. 

He’s surrounded by people that are so different from the ones back home, and so he can’t help feeling that he sticks out just a little bit. He’s unsure about the world of college, and so maybe going to a party will help him understand everything a little better.  

But then he see’s you and everything falls into place. 

You’re stood on the other side of the crowded room, a small red cup in your hand that matches those of the people around him and he looks down at his own drink, realizing that maybe he should have poured the bottle into the plastic cups everybody seems to have, even if they are ridiculously small and make him look like a giant. 

You’re laughing, your head tilted back, your nose scrunched up, your eyes closed as the people around you join in. Your little group seemingly in their own world. Complexity unaffected by the loud music and even louder people. 

He realizes he probably looks at least a little weird just staring at some stranger, but he can’t take his eyes away from you. He’s being pulled towards you, he has a need to talk to you, like his entire future balances on you. 

It takes a while, but he eventually talks to you. And after some awkward moments, the two of you are stood in the kitchen. He’s happy for the first time since he left Riverdale. You laugh at something he said that wasn’t meant to be funny and he feels the entire world fall away around him. It’s just you and him. Him trying desperately to make you laugh, and you doing it probably out of pity. 

You suggest a walk after a few minutes of shouting ‘what’ at each other trying to be heard over the music. And when he raises an eyebrow in surprise, you notice and make sure to to tell him it’s nothing funny, it’s just to talk. He agrees and you grab his hand, pulling him through the living room. 

You ask him if he knows what a french exit is and he shakes his head. You smile at him, its small but no less breathtaking and full of questions he wants answers to. ‘I’ll show you’ you say and for a second he’s worried that he’s got himself involved in something sketchy, something that Fangs told him he would have to be prepared for, something of which he told him to ‘fuck off’ for. 

But then you grab his hand and pull him towards the back door. It slams shut behind you and you’re both left standing in the back garden. It’s cold, an autumn breeze hanging around but it’s a welcome on your warm skin and you hope in the darkness that he can’t see the soft blush that dusts your cheeks.  

He watches you look around, a confused expression on your face before you look back at him, a slightly embarrassed smile settling on your lips. ‘I thought we could get out this way’. He laughs, making your smile brighten and even though you still feel embarrassed it’s not so bad anymore. 

‘We could climb over the fence.’ He suggests, you follow his gaze until the two of you are staring at a large wooden fence.

“Are you being serious?’ You ask, blinking at him. 

“It’s not that high.” 

“Maybe not for you, big foot.” 

“Wow, like I haven’t heard that one before.” He says eventually. 

“You know what they say, college is about new experiences.” You send him a sarcastic smile, to which he just laughs and shakes his head at. “Speaking of, if you want to climb over that, you’re going to have to help.” 

“Or we could just go back in and go through the front door.” He says, looking back at the house but you’re already stood by the fence, waiting with your arms crossed. 

“Nope.” You shake your head. “Once you’ve french exited, you can’t go back.” 

“French exited? Is that a word?” He asks, getting on one knee so he can help you over the fence. You smile at him before throwing your bag over the fence and grab his shoulder, ready for him to push you up. 

“Yep.” You reply, pushing yourself up and over the fence. 

“In what language?” He asks, following you shortly after. Both of you land with a thud, thankfully on your feet but Sweet Pea still gets a glare after narrowly missing your bag. 

“Mine.” 

“How did you get into college?” He asks sarcastically. 

You start to wander down the street, not waiting for him and it takes him a few seconds before he notices you’ve gone. The moon hides behind the clouds and you sigh, disappointed that there’s no stars out tonight. He watches you look up at the sky and follows your gaze. 

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” You reply, looking back at him with a soft smile. 

“I would actually.”

He hears you sigh, deciding that tonight just a glimpse of the moon will have to be good enough, before footsteps start again. 

But he continues to look up at the sky, watching a future he so desperately wants paint itself on the cloudy canvas. 

A shy friendship that slowly evolves the more you get to know each other. With flirty conversations that always border on something else, both of you terrified to step a toe over the line. It’s filled with innuendos that neither of you pick up on until it’s too late or that make the other blush like mad.

Longing looks when the other isn’t looking that keep you up half the night. And awkward eye contact followed by weird smiles on the rare occasion that you’re caught.  

Brushing of fingers when you reach for the same thing...

“I’ve told you before, and I’ll tell you again. Stop putting the snacks on the top shelf.” 

“This is my house?!” 

“And?” 

And nudging of elbows when one of your other friends says something stupid. Both of you sharing a look because you know for a fact when you’re alone you’re going to laugh about whatever’s been said. 

Looking forward to the next day just because you get to see them and constantly checking your phone as you wait for text. Spending hours thinking of different excuses to hang out with another and even more hours afterwards thinking about the time spent together. 

Inside jokes that confuse others around you but make you both laugh louder than anybody else. 

“Hey. Hey. Hey. Sweet Pea?” 

“Yeah?” 

“Lips.”

“Okay, what the fuck does that even mean? Why are you both laughing so hard? What is so funny about lips!?!!” 

Tight chests when you see them laughing loudly with someone else. Wanting to be with each other all the time, just by their side. You don’t even have to do anything, you just want to spend time with each other. Checking to see if they’re laughing at something you’ve just said and feeling an indescribable heartache when they’re not paying any attention. 

Watching for the other to walk into a room, and when they finally arrive and smile at you, its like your whole body smiles back at them. It doesn’t matter if its at a party, a class or if they’re just visiting your dorm. 

Wanting to be the only thing they see, wanting their heart and soul. 

And when your other friends question or tease you about it, you always deny it, even if the redness of your cheeks say otherwise. And always having each others backs despite how much it might hurt. 

“Darlin-I mean Y/n.” 

“Did you just call her darling?” 

“Wha-no. I didn’t!” 

“Oh my god! Yes you did. You just called Y/n darling.” 

“I didn-” 

“Y/n, you heard that right?” 

“Nope, I dunno what you guys are talking about.” 

“thank you.” 

Thinking about what it would be like to kiss them, what their lips would feel like against yours. How they would kiss you. Would it be soft and gentle or rushed? How their hands would feel on your skin or in your hair. 

Awkward first dates turn into weekly movie dates as a couple, filled with making out more than watching the actual film and more pizza than you can both handle. Its spent laughing at cheesy rom-coms and Sweet Pea’s aversion to horror films. 

You sneaking out the next morning, trying hard not to wake his roommate, despite him knowing you’re there. And Sweet Pea always asks the same question. 

“Are you french exiting me?” 

To which you always reply, “No, and I thought that wasn’t a word.”

“To you it is so I suppose I’ll let it go.” 

You meeting his friends during the holidays, and them loving you. You and Toni talking about how hard college is, and Fangs telling you every single embarrassing Sweet Pea story, his favourite being the almost threesome with Toni and somebody else. Both Sweet Pea and Toni hate it when he tells that story, especially because he tells literally every single person he meets. Thankfully though, you find it funny but promise to not talk about it ever again. 

He meets your family and friends the next holiday and it’s your tun to be embarrassed, although none of your stories can beat his though so you don’t feel so bad. You spend the week stealing kisses when no one’s around and making sly remarks about your aunt, uncle and their snotty kid, who’s older than you but acts like a spoilt 8 year old. It’s Sweet Pea that suggests the french exit one night after dinner and thats when you realize you love him. 

He looks after you when you’re sick, and you do the same. You watch your favourite movies, cuddled up together under a mountain of blankets and tissues, despite protests of the other one getting sick. And when they inevitably do, the favour is returned. You don’t how you’re both not just constantly sick. 

There’s arguments that feel like they won’t end and days that you just don’t want to end. 

Shouting and crying and slamming of doors that always ends in long hugs and whispered apologies. 

You graduate together, one straight after the other and the two of you are smiling the entire day. Toni, Fangs and your family have flown over to see you both graduate, and they’re equally proud of you both. 

You get ready together but Sweet Pea still feels breathless when he see’s you. A small ‘wow’ escaping his lips as he watches you twirl around your room. He grabs your arm and spins you around, earning a surprised squeal from you. 

You’re never far apart from each other the whole day, wanting to be next to each other at all times. And it comes in handy when Fangs gets drunk and you have to stop him telling the threesome story to your parents. 

You made it! You did college! Well done! Now what though?

It’s time to go out into the real world and Sweet Pea feels like he did all those years ago at that party. Lost. He doesn’t know what he wants to do, where he’s going to live. 

But he watches you sleeping peacefully beside him and he knows whatever he chooses it’ll be okay, because you’re there with him. 

You figure your lives out together, making sure that the other is always a part of it. And after a while of working in some slightly stressful jobs, that aren’t really what you want to do but something you need to do to live, you save enough money to rent an apartment. It’s small, but it’ll do for now. And the two of you have fun searching for cheap furniture to fill it with. Nothing matches but its perfect and you don’t want it anyway else. 

He cooks, you do the dishes and you dance in the kitchen when certain songs come on. 

The song that were played at the party when you met and Sweet Pea can never remember the name of it so you always have to remind him. 

“Darlin’, whats that song called again? You know which one I’m on about. La, la, la, la.” 

“Make You Mine, Sweet Pea. And it’s 3am, go to sleep.” 

“Yeah! Thats the one...hey Y/n. Whats it called again?” 

“Make You Mine.” 

“Already am baby.” 

“You’re an idiot.”

The song you sang as you walked down the street together later that night, because he said something that reminded you of it. 

“Take me to your best friends, I love you then, I’ll love you now!” 

“What?” 

“You were talking about your friend Fangs.” You say, now very embarrassed at your sudden outburst. 

“His house is a bit far away but we can go if you want.” He replies making you laugh loudly.

When he gets back to his dorm the next morning, he makes a playlist, the first song in it being that one. He calls it ‘for y/n’, and he continues to add to it constantly. 

It’s got the one that reminds him of you, and to this day he still tries to fit your name into and fails miserably but it still makes you laugh and thats why he continues does it. 

That one song that played in the car on the way to getting groceries that he shout-sang for some reason and you both ended up sat in the parking lot for an extra ten minutes just singing. 

It has your go-to karaoke song that you have a little dance routine made up for, that you occasionally still practice in the kitchen, just so your moves are the best they can be for karaoke. 

He plays Make You Mine while proposing. What started as doing the dishes after dinner, ending in both of you crying while lying in a heap on the floor after you jumped on him. 

And its played again as your first dance at your wedding, but again, what starts as a very sweet and serious dance ends in you doing the routine from your karaoke song. 

He grabs your hand when everyone is too drunk to notice you’re both missing, pulling you through the endless corridors of the hotel you’re in. 

“What are we doing?” You ask as you clutch your dress with the other hand. 

“Do you know what a french exit is?” He replies, making you roll your eyes. 

“I do yes. How do you know what one is?” 

“Oh, a pretty girl showed me once.” 

“And where’s this pretty girl now?” 

“She’s married to some loser.” He shrugs making you glare at him. 

“Hey, that ‘loser’ is my best friend. And I know for a fact that whoever is marrying him is the luckiest woman in the world.” You scold and he rolls his eyes. 

He pulls you through the back door and the two of you stare the fence in front of you. 

“I thought we could get out this way.” He sighs. 

“We could always climb over it.” You say, squeezing his hand and sending him cheeky smile. “But you will have to help me.” 

“Always.”

“Sweet Pea? Are you even paying attention?” Kyle asks, hitting the serpents arm gently. Sweet Pea blinks, staring at the group of boys stood around the ping pong table. 

“Are you okay?” Another asks. “You kinda zoned out for a few minutes.” 

“I-er. Yeah.” He shakes his head. “I’m gonna go get some air.” He says dazed. He places the cup gently on the table before walking away, he feels dizzy and he has no idea whats just happened.

But then he see’s you and everything falls into place. 

Laughing with your friends, your head tilted, your nose scrunched up, your eyes screwed shut, and the whole world stops. 

An entire future between the two of you waiting to be lived. A whole life waiting to happen.

He just has to talk to you. 

So he takes a deep breath and slowly makes his way across the crowded room to where you’re stood. 

It feels like the whole world has stilled as he looks at you, waiting patiently for you to finish your conversation with a dark haired girl, it looks purple in the lighting but he’s can’t be sure, and then he realizes that the hair colour of a stranger isn’t exactly the most important thing right now. 

She’s the first to notice him, she glances between him and you before a small smile twitches at her lips, and within seconds she’s gone, taking the rest of the group with. You frown and watch as they leave, confused as to where they’re going. 

Sweet Pea coughs awkwardly making you jump and turn around. The room goes quiet, the noise from the music and shouting falls away as he looks at you, a confused expression pulling softly at your features, as your gaze makes its way up to his face. The confusion is quickly replaced with a smile. Its bright and warm and it makes Sweet Pea smile in return. 

“Hi.” You lean into him, trying to be heard over the music and Sweet Pea momentarily forgets how to breathe. 

“Hi.” He replies, also leaning in. He’s trying so hard to play it cool, and at first it works, that is until he leans in too far and smacks his head off yours. “Shit sorry.” He says quickly, clutching his head while you do the same to your own. 

He’s fucked it. He knows he has. He’s definitely fucked it. 

“Its fine.” You laugh. “Don’t worry about it. What’s your name?” 

“Sweet Pea.” 

“Y/n.” You reply. “Do you want to get a drink?” 

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Remember when

Part 5: Eggcellent

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Gotham residents acted like reverse cockroaches. Cockroaches would scatter when the lights turned on but the streets of Gotham would have scurrying residences rushing home as darkness fell. They do this to avoid the crime that happens in the dark but for many opportunistic criminals this rushed time was the perfect time for pick pocketing and purse snatching. All the Gothamites assumed that those rushing and bumping past were also in a hurry to get home.

Marinette was being careful to not bump those rushing past her so she wouldn't spill her bag of groceries. She was only about a block from her apartment. She loved how close she was to the things she needed. Her work was a block from her place in the other direction and there was a fabric and craft store a block over from the grocery store she had just left.

She leaned down to hand her change to a man with a dog sitting outside the store. A woman with a small child exited after her. The woman was shifting her grocery bag and purse so she could hold the child's hand tightly as they headed off but she cried out when her purse was pulled away. She dropped her grocery bag and the child fell over. The people around barely glanced as the woman called for him to stop. The child was crying and holding a bleeding knee, blueberries had scattered over the sidewalk and a can of green bean rolled to the street.

Marinette turned and stepped back out of the man's way but she quickly turned back with the first thing she reached from the top of her grocery bag as she set it on the ground. The carton of eggs slapped his face from forehead to his chin. The second swing hit his upraised arm he used to block and slung egg goo all down his coat and shoes. He still held the purse but Marinette had wrapped the strap around her other hand and was pulling as she started to swing the carton again. 

He batted her hand away roughly causing her to drop the carton. He pulled on the purse back as he shoved her hard to make his escape. Her hands released the strap as she fell, her body tensed in preparation for landing on the pavement. Instead of unforgiving pavement she felt muscled arms under her that caught her up and lifted her easily back to her feet. Once she was steady on her feet she looked over to see Red Robin. One she saw him she failed to even turn and check who had caught her.

"You caught him," she said, a bit in awe seeing him while she was a civilian. Nightwing dropped his hands from her shoulders and stepped up to the man Red Robin was restraining.

"How did you manage to get the credit for that?" Nightwing asked, turning to a rather dazed Red Robin. He took over restraining the man since he was worried Red Robin would dislocate the man's shoulder because of his distraction.

Marinette had bent down with the child and mother to see the scraped knee. The shop owner came out with a bandage and Marinette turned to scold the man for hurting the child "You should be ashamed of yourself. Apologize." The man nervously looked at the two vigilantes who seemed to also be waiting to see what would happen. She pulled the purse out of the man's hands and handed it back to the lady. She turned back and picked her grocery bag huffing in frustration. "Just look at what you did to my eggs. Now I won't have enough to use for baking."

Marinette stalked away.

She almost immediately realized she was being chased. She set her stance to defend herself before turning to confront them. It was the teenager who worked in the shop with a new carton of eggs to replace the ones that broke. She handed it to Marinette then ran back to the safety of the shop.

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It had become routine for most of the Batfam to be up in the kitchen after patrol to have a snack before heading to bed. Dick and Tim were the last ones to arrive so everyone was already chatting when Dick entered and announced,

"I am the greatest detective and we can put the search for Tim's lady love to rest."

"You don't know what you are talking about." Tim said.

"There is no way you could know before me. I made a chart." Babs said.

He pulled out a tablet that he had downloaded the information from his suit onto. He pulled up several pictures of Marinette in front of the shop. He pulled up a side by side window so he could continue his search. He was able to find security footage from 2 angles of her interactions with the man. They were not very great quality cameras or in color so the others could not see how Red Robin behaved or the flush that colored his cheeks. But they really loved seeing her hit the man with a carton of eggs.

"That isn't really detective work if you just find a random woman to say he is crushing on " Jason said.

"Yeah. It isn't a very strong case. Who is she? Do you know her name or how they met before this attraction you say exists." Babs continued.

"I think you were just jealous that she seemed more grateful to me for catching the bad guy than to you for swooping in and catching her." Tim said.

"That isn't true. You were acting very strange and you were almost as red as your suit." Dick responded.

"Tell me more about how you wanted her to respond to her swooping in and catching her." Babs said.

"No it wasn't like that." Dick said.

"No please explain just how grateful she should have been. I'll wait while you imagine her batting her eyelashes or feeling out of breath." Dick groaned at her description and they left the room so he could explain and grovel.

Tim smirked to himself and then looked down at the tablet. He hoped he would be able to keep his family from finding out about his new favorite coffee shop and the blue eyed worker he was excited to see each day.

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Dangerous Inquiries (ch.13)

It has been a few days since your encounter with Jason and you were still having problems sleeping. In addition to this you couldn't stop thinking about Jason. Ever since Jason had shown up, everything felt surreal. Sometimes you would wake up and feel as though you were in a dream. You would sit up in bed. When you had finished waking up from your nightmares, you would stare at the ceiling for hours trying to make sense of your confusing dreams. Today was one of those days. You hadn't woken up until 7 am. The sun was shining brightly through your window. You yawned and stretched out your arms. You glanced over to your phone. No messages. You sighed. You decided to get up and prepare breakfast. After preparing your breakfast and ate it in the kitchen you went back to your room to get ready. After taking a quick shower and changing, you got ready for class.

While walking in the hall, you bumped against someone and your bag fell out from underneath your arm. Your books scattered across the floor. You looked up to see what happened. Standing in front of you was white haired and eyepatched woman from the library. She smirked at you. "Careful beautiful." she said as she picked up your books. Then she handed them over to you and smirked as she walked away. You recognised her voice. She was the one who had spoken to you in phone. You blinked several times and tried to get rid of the image of her smirk and that creepy look in her eye. You put your books into your bag and reached to your phone to call Jason. "Y/n?" Jason questioned after answering his phone. "Hey. Can we meet? I need to tell you something." you said hurriedly. "Now?" he asked. "Yeah. It's urgent." you said seriously. "Okay…" he replied hesitantly, "I'll be waiting for you at last place we met." "Alright bye." you sighed with relief. After hanging up, you headed towards your destination. When you arrived, Jason was already there. "Sorry to interrupt your day." you apologised. "Not a problem. Is everything alright?" he asked concerned. "I saw that woman phoned me." you explained quickly. "What? Who? What did she say?" he demanded worriedly. "I bumped into her before going to my class and she was there! Handed me my books and smirked at me!" you replied quickly. "Damn" Jason muttered.

"Also I need to tell this to someone." you continued. "About?" he queried curiously. "I saw a nightmare before the night she phoned me. I found my front door wide opened and then Red Hood attacked and killed me in my nightmare." you replied slowly, trying to keep your composure. Jason remained completely silent. He had an expressionless face. You waited anxiously for his response. "Y/n… maybe you should see a therapist." he finally said calmly. "I know but… Jason, it's killing me not knowing anything about my father's murder. I can't be sure about Red Hood thanks to you and I can't be sure if he was good person as I known him for years…" you said, feeling tears starting to form in your eyes. You didn't want to cry in front of him. But the sadness you felt towards the whole thing was suffocating you. "Y/n." he interrupted softly, placing his hand on top of yours. You looked into his eyes, noticing the compassion in them. He was looking straight into your eyes while holding onto your hand tightly. Slowly, he pulled you closer. You could feel how hard he was breathing. Suddenly, he wrapped his arms around you tenderly and pulled you closer. You rested your head on his chest. "It's alright". You sobbed softly as you hugged him. You cried until you ran out of tears. Eventually, you stopped crying. You lifted your head from his chest and smiled slightly. "Thank you" you whispered gratefully. "There's no need to thank me. Red Hood or any of them won't hurt you ever." Jason assured. You nodded and wiped your eyes gently with your free hand. A small silence fell between the both of you, neither one of you knew quite what to say. "So… do you want me to take drive you home?" Jason asked breaking the silence. "Yes please." you replied in a soft voice. You stood up from the chair and grabbed your backpack and jacket. You followed him outside and climbed onto his bike. He started the engine and began driving. The two of you rode in complete silence. You glanced over at Jason. He seemed lost in thought. He looked serious. Maybe he wasn't joking when he told you not to worry. You didn't doubt it for a minute. Even though he was a bit scary most times, you thought he really cared deeply for you. You didn't know if you felt happy or sad for being able to experience something like that. All you knew was that right now you wanted to forget all about that nightmare and concentrate on something else because right now you were enjoying the ride with him.

When you arrived at your house you hopped off the bike and took your things from him. Before you went inside "Thank you for everything Jason. Really." you said sincerely. "It was my pleasure. Take care of yourself." he replied, flashing you a small smile. "You too-" you were interrupted by Dick "Are you ok Y/N?" he asked concerned. "Did he do something to you?" he asked worriedly. "No, nothing happened." you reassured him reassuringly. You saw Jason watching you with a frown on his face. Why was he looking like that? "Okay… you go inside and wait for me okay?" Dick said nervously, eyeing Jason warily. "What's happening Dick?" you asked. "Nothing. Just wait inside. Okay?" Dick said urgently. He placed his hands on your shoulders, "Trust me okay?" "Dick..." you began again, "I've never seen you act like this before." you mumbled confused. "He hasn't done anything… yet." you heard Jason mutter beside you. Dick shot him a glare and Jason raised his hands in defence. "C'mon Y/n. We have things to discuss." Dick insisted. You sighed heavily and nodded reluctantly. You went inside.

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Going in blind: Watching season 1 for the first time. Random thoughts.

This show is kind of nice because I have no memories of the original She-Ra show, or even any of He-Man, honestly. I'm not sure if I ever watched the original, so I have no frame of reference for how the series is "supposed" to be. I can just take it and judge it as is.

Of the bat, all I know is that supposedly She-Ra and Catra get together as a romantic couple later, but I'm also a huge My Hero Academia fan and the fandom around me ships every character with every other character, so for all I know that might just be shipper wishful thinking I've been seeing and hearing. Given fandoms for Gravity Falls, Thor, and Supernatural ship even siblings together, I've learned not to trust anything except for what I see in the series for myself.

By the way, this isn't a review, just random thoughts and comments I'm having as I'm going through season 1 for the first time.

Episodes 1 and 2: Right off, I really like Catra's "No duh" response to Adora about the truth of the horde. She knows they've been lying to them and have been doing terrible things, she just doesn't care. If she and Adora play their cards right they could end up being the ones in charge and then they'd have all that power. Not necessarily to make things better but enough to where they could do whatever and live however they want. That's a good build for an antagonist. Not ignorant to the fact what they're doing is wrong, just simply so selfish that they don't care.

Episode 3: It really feels like there was no good reason why Glimmer didn't just outright introduce Adora to her mother and every reason she should have known it was a bad idea to try and hide her for a surprise. Being a former horde soldier she'd probably get treated with hostility if Glimmer brought her to the front gate but you'd almost guarantee Adora would get arrested or outright killed if she got caught while no one else knew she was there.

On the other side, we have Hordak being pretty intelligent in promoting Catra. He probably knows Shadow Weaver already doesn't like him, so it's not like he's losing anything making her upset with him, and it's clear she favors Adora way more than Catra, so that little bit of advancement towards Catra probably goes a long way in earning her loyalty to him and a person on the inside with Shadow Weaver.

Also, I'm not the only one who saw Madam Razz and immediately thought Adora had found her Yoda, right?

Episode 4: I don't know how it was in the original She-Ra and He-Man series but I kind of like She-Ra being this title from legend. Adora is not the first She-Ra, given what Razz was talking about with a Mara, so instead of being something new, impressing everyone with abilities they've never seen before, and creating the legend, Adora is placed in a position WAY over her head where she's having to live up to what came before her.

Episode 5: Calling it now, as long as her personality is genuine I think Scorpia is going to be one of my favorite characters in this show. She's...endearing, I think is the best word. She's like a mix of Kronk and a nicer Shego.

For a little bit I thought Mermista was voiced by the same actress who played Poison Ivy in the Harley Quinn animated series. She's not but they do have the same kind of Daria-ish inflections, thus by confusion. Given the prom episode, Sea Hawk feels kind of like her Kite Man.

Episode 6: Okay, now it's between Scorpia and Entrapta who are likely to be my favorites by the end of this. She's fun and quirky.

Episode 7: Quite the lore drop. Shadow Weaver was once a Mystacor sorceress known as Light Spinner. I like to imagine we'll get more on that later. Her haunting Adora reminded me of the Teen Titans' episode where Robin was similarly haunted by Slade. This didn't go as far as that but that's probably for the best, since TT had two and a half seasons to build that dynamic up with Robin and Slade while we're only now halfway through the first season.

Episode 8: Well dang. Again, I don't know for sure if Adora and Catra do end up together but boy do I buy why they're shipped together after that dance. Also, good on Bow for standing up for himself. It's clear that he'll always be Glimmer's friend and this won't change that but that doesn't mean he has to just accommodate her. I understand where her issues stem from but I am still glad he gave her a reality check. It helps him feel a little more like his own character.

Also, another nice little bit of lore and worldbuilding. Scorpia's a princess, the horde landed where her people lived, and they seemed to join them willingly.

Episode 9: Surprisingly don't have a lot to say about this other than I don't buy for a second that Entrapta is dead (EDIT: She's not). This was mostly action.

Episode 10: Not going to lie, this one kind of annoyed me a little, at least the first half. The conversation between Glimmer and her mother saved it a bit. It was a bit of a trifecta. You have the alliance breaking apart, saying that the loss of Entrapta only happened because they were all together...even though Entrapta only "died" because of her own machine obsession that caused her to deliberately walk back into the purging chamber. You have Entrapta who might be turning to the horde's side because she feels abandoned by the other princesses...even though they thought she was dead, and again it was her fault they got separated. And you have Glimmer refusing to tell her mother that Shadow Weaver's dark magic has caused her powers to go on the fritz and is causing her great pain. It just feels like none of this would be an issue if most of these people would stop being self-absorbed for three seconds and talk like any normal person would. It feels very CW drama, like something I'd see in a bad season of Arrow or The Flash. The only person whose issues I buy is Adora, who is basically a soldier who was never properly raised to deal with emotion or loss and is already struggling with the burden of being She-Ra, the legendary savior. I get why she's beating down on herself for not being able to do more even if nothing that happened was her fault.

Episode 11: JEEEEEEEEEZZZZ, that was such a good episode! Focused entirely on Adora and Catra and their past together. Like, just showing someone this episode alone could probably get them to want to watch the series. That was everything you needed to know about their dynamic and history together.

Also, that moment when Catra and her past self are looking at each other, while obviously Catra takes the opposite lesson, it reminded me of this fanart I'd once seen of Jason Todd, the Red Hood, looking at his past self as Robin. The past says to the future "You ruined everything". Catra could be happy but, ironically for someone who hates Shadow Weaver, she's probably going to be a lot like her, sacrificing everything for power and ambition.

Given the way she looked, I'm guessing Shadow Weaver is either addicted to the power of the Black Garnet or she suffered some kind of past injury and its power is the only thing keeping her going. Or both.

Episode 12: I'll be honest, Swiftwind being able to talk kind of gobsmacked and I needed a moment to recover. What a great voice they chose for that character.

So She-Ra is kind of like the legendary heroes from Rising of the Shield Hero, coming from a long line of people chosen to wield the sword. I tend to dislike chosen one types of stories because I think prophecy takes a lot of weight out of the character's actions, so this and Avatar are more what I like. The MC is special but not the only one who's ever been special and they can still easily fail. Their destiny was only to be able to use the weapon, not that they would succeed in any specific purpose.

And dang, Catra's turn against Shadow Weaver happened faster than I thought it would but I'm not complaining. That great "This is what you've really been preparing me for" speech and Hordak, again, being an intelligent villain. "Oh, this experiment could net me a MASSIVE gain and all it could potentially cost me is this rock I already gave away to someone who lately hasn't been producing any results and has been consistently disobeying me. Yeah, I'm going to let this play out."

Episode 13: That was kind of a brutal fight between Adora and Catra. Not the worst I've ever seen even in other shows for this age range (Samurai Jack, for example) but those punches are connecting and those claws are leaving marks.

Also, maybe I'm just misunderstanding the exact situation but shouldn't the good guys' side be called the Resistance instead of the Rebellion? Being a rebellion would imply they are rebelling against an established power or rule over them, but the actual conflict we are shown is the established power and rule that is the kingdoms of Eternia resisting an outside force that wishes to establish a new order over them.

Season 1 verdict: I'm into it. I'm definitely more invested in the villains' side of things but that's not a fault of the series, that stuff is just way more geared towards me than the current princess stuff. I actively am at attention whenever the horde main characters are on screen. For the good guys it's mostly Adora and the She-Ra stuff I'm invested it. That isn't to say I have any real dislikes for that side. Bow especially I'm liking much more than I thought I might. He has kind of this gravitational pull around him. You will be his friend regardless of how much you might want to resist. He's definitely the rock for everyone else to hold onto.

Minor side note, kind of like Korra in Legend of Korra, I love how even when her powers aren't active Adora is shown to still be pretty strong physically with how easily she was lifting people up at the prom.

And I was right, Scorpia is my favorite side character.

On to season 2!

Original Reddit post: https://www.reddit.com/r/PrincessesOfPower/comments/nyll2e/going_in_blind_watching_season_1_for_the_first/

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If this Bruce doesn't adopt Tim I will! But I'm kinda scared for Tim I mean he's either gonna end up with Buce or the titans at some point, im afraid that something terrible is gonna happen his family and then titans/bruce takes him in? That boy loves batman and robin so much like even his family seeing the news knew how much it would upset him although I will say that for the brain that kid has he makes some pretty stupid decisions, hes driving around GOTHAM plastered in the bat-symbol that's not a good idea! the amount of lunatics that roam free in Gotham (and possibly have escaped from arkham) and hate the bat and hes driving around with the bat symbol on him KID be careful!

Some kind of Anti-fear toxin does seem more accurate cuz he's clearly taking something to not be afraid. Maybe it's something he found in Gotham and decided to try it and got addicted so he's using that lab place to try recreate it? and maybe he can't recreate it perfectly cuz in the crowbarring scene he seemed kinda anxious about his surroundings and he'd just taken that inhaler thing to overcome fear so I dunno?? Or maybe he went to arkham to see Crane for some reason and Crane has orchestrated the whole thing and told him about the drug but then wouldn't Crane have to know everyone's identity then? Dude I dunno I need more episodes even tho the low quality glitchyness is painful lol

There's probably an abundance of rooms to choose from at Wayne manor yet Jason takes Dicks old room and keeps the flying graysons posters up! I like to think that he does view dick as an older brother and just took his room to kind of have a connection to him and that he admires him hence the graysons posters being left up, yooo dick calling him his brother! I really want a nice family reunion with dick jason and bruce 💕

Babs was too mean to bruce when she went off like I get where she's coming from but yo lady his son just died dial it down like a notch yikes but also babs being like 'i wonder how long it'll take for bruce to replace jason and dick is all 'what no the last thing bruce is gonna do is rope another kid into this mess'. Cut to scene of Bruces potential robin folder 😅 but I also like that dick was trying to be considerate and compose himself for bruce but once he found out that bruce is idiot enough to pull another kid into this, that that's when he got mad and bruce so brokenly begging dick to come back and be robin 😢😢😢

I know the show is constantly trying to push bruce out/sideline him cuz it's a titans show not a bruce wayne show and I know they're going for a different portrayal of bruce which I'm not complaining about I do like this version of bruce (more than I thought actually) and this universe but I feel like they could have gave more cracks you know, I like that they showed him trying to avoid the reality of jasons death and just not stopping not even for a second and just immediately jump into another case and that breakdown verge where he's begging dick to be robin and then when he finally I guess let's the weight of jasons loss sit on him to the point where he whacks in jokers head with a crowbar just like he killed jason (he could have killed joker so many other ways like a less violent bullet to the head but oh no brucey crowbars him to death!!)

There's a lot of character stuff that i do like but that scene where he's in the cave on his knees scrubbing his sons blood out of the suit he died in, the suit that he only ever wore because of batman. 😢 I feel like they could have had him crack there and let out a gut wrenching scream and then just continue on doing what he was doing as if nothing happened and dick walking in on that should have had more of a reaction!? like he could have stopped in his tracks at the sight of his brothers blood all over his father and bruce screaming, dick could have like took a step back almost like he's gonna run but forces himself to stay there, because who wouldn't want to run from that and no matter how much horrible things you've dealt with before sometimes your brain does just take over against your will and makes you react, the rest of the scene just could have played out the way it did. Literally one ounce more emotion is all I wanted.

No one really emotionally cracked at jasons death. I get that it just happened and that people put walls up and denial can be such a prominent thing when a loved one dies but it couldn't have been that difficult to put in little mannerisms now and again to show that everyone is deeply hurt but holding it in. Honestly gar seemed more hurt to me than dick did. But I do like that dick reacted in detective mode and started trying to figure things out from jasons side so at least there's that.

This redhood is defo not an anti hero he has well and truly landslided into villian territory and I dunno how that's gonna be reconciled? they better not kill him off! and they better not just straight up keep redhood/jason as a full on villian! but if they do get through to jason and bring him back a little how the heck is that little man gonna deal with what he did to Hank?? I feel like they had a bond you know and for all Hanks talk about putting Jason down I really don't think that Hank would actually have killed him even if it came down to Hanks life vs Jasons I think Hank would rather die than kill Jason (but that's heavily biased cuz in my mind jason is my son and I freaking love hank sooo) but Hank to me puts on a hard front like 'yeah I'll get in your face I'll come at you b*tch' but internally he's like 'yeah I'll come at you to help you' 😅 like internally he defo has a lot of soft spots though that's not to say he'd be like this for someone like the joker or scarecrow or whatever guys like that he'd be like no screw you you die or go to arkham like byeee

Nevermind how jason is gonna come back from this though HOW IN THE ACTUAL SH*T is dawn gonna come back from this!!?!!

Random side note here but imagine Jasons first time in the batcave he would be so excited and trying to mess with everything and being like ohh what's that do and pressing random buttons and bruce having a hernia trying to get jason to stop before he accidentally blows the cave up 😅 also he has probably been caught several times trying to 'borrow' the batmobile, I can just picture him trying to sneak down the halls of the manor without the floor creaking and making it all the way into the cave and doing a victory dance cuz he didn't get caught and he hops on into the batmobile in his pj's and let's out a scream cuz alfred is sitting in the freakin passenger seat waiting for him and then they just hang out in the batmobile alfred had the good foresight to bring a flask of tea books and a blanket for jason

Speaking of Alfred I think it would have been more angsty and hurtful if Alfred died shortly after Jason and after a few days Jason claws his way out his grave and the first thing he sees is Alfreds headstone and that's how he finds out Alfred died : (((

This is so long girl I'm sorry I know it doesn't seem like it but I did restrain myself 😅 one more thing before I go maybe this Dick is the absolute worst mf and the reason babs feels betrayed by him and is so upset with him could be that he left her (or cheated on her) with Dawn cuz of that weird flashback thingy in the other season where dick dawn was a thing I dunno I hope not though that would be ughhh

Oh crap, you right about probably something bad will happen to Tim for Bruce or Titans to take him in, I was gonna say he could just demand to be in their lives to save Bruce/Dick like in the comics but he also has kinda shitty parents normally and these people seem cool so really it could go either direction, but like it’s Titans so it doesn’t look good lol. Also, I wonder if it’s gonna be Dick who is basically gonna adopt him this time since we already had a huge track record in just 2 seasons lmao. But I know right, true I like how his parents knew immediately how much the news would effect him 😭 I hope he goes down the making himself robin and forcing himself in Dick and Bruce’s life xD I love that route. Lmao, the kid is all book smart, very little street smart when it doesn’t have to do with outsmarting someone XD

I was also rewatching and that gas he takes def has to be some anti fear toxin cause he mentions fear so many times and flash backed to his near death fall, which he felt was probably holding him and back and thus had to prove himself and adds to whatever is influencing him. But ohhh he did seem pretty dang anxious at the carnival grounds, that’s a really interesting theory but recreating something he found hmm, I can see that.

Apparently according to a YouTube who got to see the first 5 episodes, we find out what his deal is a lot more in episode 5, so one more week hopefully

Brooo trueee, I couldn’t believe jason took dick’s room and like didn’t even change anything. Like Jason looks or at least use to look up to Dick SO much, like in his first episode in the first season, he went on quite a lot about how much he had always wanted to meet him and how much he looked up to him, which is probably also fueling his red hood rage, being hurt by your idol and brother like he did in S2 must have really just killed the boy. But yes omg, there freaking better be a dang family reunion scene like, after so much angst we deserve that 😭

And yesss, I loved seeing how mature Dick is getting and just how much he is growing as a character, the fact he was so calm and considerate with Bruce at first really shows that compared to s1 Dick, only breaking when Bruce tried to get more kids involved. That scene by Brenton was sooo well acted omg, the way he yelled that he doesn’t want to robin again, heartbreaking man. And Bruce begging like that omg

Yeah, this version of Bruce is def so different than any Bruce we have seen on screen before, like def the most emotionally constipated, and that’s saying something xD But I like how they are taking a risk, it also helps Dick’s character more and give him more of an arc, as he seems to be taking on Bruce’s normal role with Jason and red hood. Bro, you are so right omg, like the fact Bruce could have killed the joker in any way and he does it with the dang crowbar. It really shows how broken he really was and why the man shouldn’t depressing any and every damn feeling and emotion lol.

Omg, I love how you have the exact details of what you wanted to happen in that one Bruce and Dick scene 😂👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻 bro if you dont already you should totally write fanfics cause that was so detailed, I love it

Yeah, I do wish someone cracked (other than Bruce lmao) a bit more, but I do think each character reacted in character though, like it is very Dick(at least this version of Dick, other versions may break down tbh) to put everything into solving the case and figuring out what was up, that’s more this version’s way of caring than just breaking down, like he rarely ever has broken down completely. I think dawn could have been a little more emotional about the death (tho she has enough coming for her lmao). Connor didn’t know Jason that well so it makes sense he would just be sad. Gar seemed pretty sad and in character about it, maybe could have had a bit more, same with Kori, tho she showed it by being almost angry and fiercely protective of everyone else, so I think that makes sense for her. It would have been interesting to see how Rachel and Rose would have reacted though (where did rose go btw?! She would so have a reaction to Jason’s death). But yeah, i wish there was more resolution and break downs for Jason, but also it may have just not felt real since they weren’t there? But I agree

You think? Idk, I think they could def still make him an anti hero towards the end, especially if it’s crane behind the whole thing. Cause if they don’t they are gonna have to go down the gosh awful overused villain gets redeemed while he dies/only to die right freaking after , and I will be so freaking livid if they do that omg. Like they better freaking not. But true, he would be broken by what he did to Hank, oh yikes. But I can see him then that leading to the anti hero path, like he would never go back to be on the titans cause he would feel too guilty, thus giving more of a reason for the anti hero life. But I know, I loved Jason and Hank’s love hate relationship 😭😭😭😭 You know Hank secretly loved the kid and probably saw himself in him.

Yikes poor dawn, you right. Like I have no idea how she is gonna be now like wow.

OMG GIRL, You are on a hc angst train today!!!! That scenario of Alfred dying right after jason and Jason climbing out to see Alfred’s?! Heartbreaking!

But I can’t believe they killed Alfred off so casually tho😭

Omg I swear if they freaking show Dick having cheated on Babs I will be so freaking pissed omg, he better have not! Im hoping they had a more high school romance thing/grew up together then got together type of thing

And omg don’t apologize I LOVED IT and reading your asks!!! I feel ya too!

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