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help-itrappedmyself · 2 months

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Dead on Main AU

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Guys, I'm so sorry. But here's this!

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Danny blinks and he is somewhere else. He’s sitting at a dining room table, surrounded. There are so many people here. They’re all talking over each other, some yelling, some laughing. This scene comes as a great surprise to him, who -one blink ago- was trying and failing to do his homework at home in his room. Danny shoots up, his chair making a horrible noise as he pushes it away so fast it tumbles over. Everyone in the room turns to look over at him like he’s insane.

“Oh my god, who are you people?” Danny did not mean to say this out loud, but at the sound of his voice he startles. Danny takes a moment to assess, and then, “Oh my god who am I?” He is tall, and big, and this is certainly not his body, what is he wearing.

The boy sitting to the right of Danny, a little shorter than he is, with black hair and blue eyes (though now that he’s paying attention that does describe most people in the room), starts chuckling lightly. “Uh, Jason? Are you good?”

Danny turns to stare him right in the eyes. “What day is it?”

And he can tell the concern around the table is just ratcheting up every time he opens his stupid mouth.

“Did you hit your head on patrol?” The voice comes from the only blond and one of the only girls in the room, who's to the left of the person across from him. The person across from him is another boy with black hair and blue eyes who is studying Danny in a way that makes him uncomfortable, that under-a-microscope look that makes you feel like you’re failing at something.

“I have no idea if Jason hit his head.” Danny says. “I was just trying to remember if it was my birthday.”

And if he thought the room was busy when he first arrived here it is absolute pandemonium now. Everyone starts shouting and asking questions that he can’t even hear over the shouting. Someone with white hair in a suit just came through a door he didn’t even see earlier to stand by the only person not shouting, who -Danny would guess- is the only other adult in this room, witting at the head of the table. He also has black hair and blue eyes, and where almost everyone else’s reaction was panic, he froze instead. The person across from Danny also isn’t shouting, but the person next to Danny on his right has now fully stood up and looks like he might actually jump across the table to win the argument he ended up in.

“Are you Jason’s soulmate?” is the main gist of the shouting that Danny can interpret but he’s more concerned with actual Jason at the moment. If they switched bodies... Then Jason might be in trouble…

“Hey, I forget, how long is this body swap supposed to last again?” Danny asks.

“Until you and Jason have physical contact. You have to actually meet.” The boy sitting across from him explains. He seems like one of the only ones that heard Danny talk, everyone else was still shouting.

“Oh, that just seems terrible. What if we’re in different countries or something?” Danny complained. “Everyone in the world is just supposed to be able to drop everything and afford to fly across the world. The universe is really trying to screw people over now. Honestly, am I in a different country? Where even are we right now?”

“You’re in Gotham.” This voice was new, coming from the head of the table to Danny’s right.

“Oh no. Nope.” Danny started backing away from the table, almost tripping on his overturned chair. “Absolutely not, no, how do I get out of here?” He starts earnestly looking for a door to get out of this place, but there are three doors he can see and he has no idea where any of them go, and doesn’t this room have any windows? What kind of a room doesn’t have any windows? Do they like to eat in a basement?

“Jason- not Jason. Uh, you need to calm down, everything will be fine alright, We’ll get you and Jason introduced no problem.” Danny swivels to track the voice and it’s the one who was sitting next to him, he’s walking towards him with his hands up and out in front of him.

“I have to get home.” Danny breathes.

“We can get you there, promise. Now, I’m Dick, can you tell me your name?”

“Your name is Dick? Who named you Dick?” Danny is so confused he’s stopped panicking. “How old are you for you to go by the name Dick?”

“Okay, rude.” Dick sounds like a petulant child so Danny’s estimations for his age are continuously dropping. “I’m 24.”

Danny snorts. “Okay.” The blond girl starts laughing over at the table. “I’m uh, I’m Danny.”

“Nice to meet you. Sort of. I’m Tim.” The guy from across from him had made it over to stand next to Dick. “There’s a lot of us here today so the one laughing like a hyena is Steph. That one there is Duke.” African-American, still with black hair but he has brown eyes and waves once introduced. “Damian is the short one next to him, and Cass was sitting across from Dick earlier. Our dad, Jason’s dad-”

“Not my dad!” Steph interrupted. Tim waves her off.

“Everyone but Steph's dad, is over there, Bruce. Alfred, our butler is the one next to him.” Alfred gives a slight nod to his head. Bruce is just staring at him.

“So, names out of the way. You said you wanted to go home, where do you live?”

“Amity Park.”

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fcthots · 6 months

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Can I request 27. "I'm going to carry you, okay?" with an angsty dash of 5. "You don't have anything to be sorry for." please?

You shouldn't have been out.

You should have never left your apartment, especially not in the middle of the night, especially when Jason didn't know you left, but you just wanted to go on a short walk, but one wrong turn turned your short walk into a very long one.

You could hear a few things: the beating of your heart, the sound of your feet hitting the ground as you ran, the sound of their feet running after you, shouting from behind you.

"Get your ass back here or I swear to God, we're gonna fucking kill you!"

Fuck. You just had to go on a walk to clear your head. You just had to get lost. You just had to forget your phone. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

You were running so hard you could barely breathe. You were faster than them, but not by much, and you couldn't keep it up. You were terrified, shaking, slightly crying. You tried screaming, but no one came. You were lost, alone, scared, and being chased. You wished more than anything that you never left your apartment. You wished you just called Jason to calm down, but you didn’t want to bother him. Regret. Regret. Regret.

You've basically run in one big circle, trying to get anywhere near your apartment, but you were so lost. That street sign, though was familiar, but more than that you had passed it before; something else.

Oh.

Oh no.

You knew the name on that street sign because Jason was telling you about it earlier

...in reference to a trafficking case.

Your heart sank. Their footfalls match the erratic beating of your heart. You were tired. You couldn't keep this up forever and they knew the territory. It seemed you were at every disadvantage.

You turned a corner. You had this one chance to lose them. You use all of your remaining energy to run into the gap between the closed down corner store and apartment complex,

and promptly trip on the uneven concrete. Yeah, you pulled something.

And with your absolutely stellar luck, you picked the one alley that was a dead end.

"Fucking finally. Nowhere to run now. I think we should take our time with this one. She made us waste all that time chasing her, what's a little more?"

You open your mouth to beg for your life, but the words won't come out. You try to get up but you collapse again. You use your good leg to move yourself against the wall.

The three men laugh as they slowly approach you, taunting you. They smile and joke at the tears you didn’t notice were falling. You try to think of any possible escape route, but come up empty. One pulls out a gun and you try not to look at it.

"You really thought you could just run away, huh?"

"You can scream as loud as you want. No one is coming."

The third man laughs. "Don't say that. The screaming is fucking annoying."

They get closer to you and you feel the sweat trickle from your hairline.

Everyone's heads turn when there's a loud thud outside the alley.

You aren't exactly focused on it, but it makes them temporarily stop, so you're thankful for it.

"Marcus, go check it out."

"Fuck you. Why do I have to it?"

"Be louder, why don’t you? Quit being a bitch and go."

'Marcus' leaves with a string of curses. The attention is turned back to you again, with impatient smiles and twisted laughter, but not for long.

They make it about two more steps before Marcus yells and there's a crunch and thud.

The two men stop dead in their tracks. Communicating as if with eye contact, one nods, and the other begins to walk slowly along the wall of the alley with his gun raised until he turns the corner. While the first man tries to split his attention between you and his friend, his friend screams.

The last man turns towards you. He rushes forward in an attempt to grab your arm, presumably to drag you, but he never gets that chance.

There is a loud thunk to the back of the man's head before he's on the floor. You look up and see a red helmet.

You don’t think you've ever been happier to see that shiny red.

"Hey, it's ok. It's just me. I wasn't gonna let anything happen to you, I promise. You're safe now."

You try to say his name as he rushes over to you but it comes out as more of a pathetic and terrified whimper.

"Are you hurt?"

You nod your head and watch him freeze.

"Where?"

You drag your leg out from underneath you. He sighs in relief. His shoulders hunch forward, his forehead knocking against yours. He lands a helmet kiss there.

"C'mon. Let's get you home. I'm going to carry you, okay?"

Before you could even think about attempting to reply, he has you scooped up in his arms. He takes a deep breath in and out and locks eyes with you.

"You ok?"

"no fatal injuries"

He hums in acknowledgement. The walk is quiet. Too quiet. You don’t remember most of the walk. The adrenaline wearing off was making you tired, but Jason's silence concerned you. You shouldn't have gone out alone, it was dumb, but you couldn't handle a fight with Jason right now. That's probably why he was being quiet, he mad at you, but knows you don’t wanna fight. He was being so sweet, but to be honest all you wanted was comfort. You can't take him being distant right now.

Fuck it. You can't take it anymore.

"I'm sorry."

He stops on the outside of you apartment complex's elevator, moving two look at you.

You open your mouth to speak again but he cuts you off. "You don't have anything to be sorry for."

"Aren't you mad?"

"I could never be mad at you."

"But you're being all silent."

"I thought you'd want space. Do you not?"

"...no... I want comfort..."

"Alright. And I'm not mad at you. Never mad at you. That wasn't your fault, ok? I was brooding just now because I was scared at the thought of losing you. I love you. So much."

"I love you too."

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stealingyourbones · 1 year

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Hey Bones, I saw your thing about a Bat family member becoming a ghost and it reminded me of a very heart breaking au a friend and I came up with a while back that I don't remember if I submitted or not. Either way, be prepared to have your heart broken.

Tim is dead. He's been dead for a while actually. But No one seems to have noticed. He looks and feels just as solid as he did before he died, even if he's got a lower body temperature and doesn't seem to get hurt on patrol beyond bumps and bruises. Never anything that would land him in med Bay, never anything that would make his family check on him.

No one has noticed the way he doesn't eat anymore, or the fact he doesn't sleep. He's extended his patrol hours and cut back on time at Wayne Enterprises. He's pretty sure not even Alfred noticed. He knows the Kryptonians aren't worried about him not having a heart beat and they have no reason to tell anyone. They know he has a special device that can hide him from their senses and tests it on Kon a lot to make him focus on spacial awareness beyond his hearing. He used it a lot before he died. They just think he hasn't turned it off in a while.

Tim remembers how he died. Not fully, but there are pieces. He remembers he was fighting someone on a bridge and he didn't call for back up because he thought he could handle it. He doesn't remember who he thought he could handle. He remembers something stinging his arm. A bug? No a bug couldn't bite through Kevlar, it was a needle. Then everything started going dark and he was stumbling back. His back hit something hard and he tiped over it. He thought he could land on the other side. He remembers wondering why his suit felt so damp and heavy as the world went black around him.

Tim's body is still at the bottom of the bay where it will likely stay forever with so, so many other bodies. It makes Tim wonder, why him? Why not everyone else who ended up down there? Why not everyone who has died in Gothem? Did he come back like Jason did, is it something to do with being a vigilante? Tim checks his own pulse again while he's alone. Yep. Still dead. He continues on his patrol and tries to shove those thoughts away.

So what if Tim's dead? He's still here and he still has work to do. His family is full of detectives. If they can't figure out that something as important as death has happened to one of their own? Well then Tim thinks they need to pay more attention. He ignores the pain that curls in the back of his mind at that thought.

It's been 6 months. Why hasn't anyone noticed? Tim can't help but wonder if they ever will.

Howdy its me @bonebrokebuddy answering. I'm Twone's (twin bones) twin who is helping answer asks because this fucker has like, over 100 of them in her ask box and I help her with making prompt ideas frequently so she trusts me to not horribly fuck up her account.

This is my first answer for her I've written because I had my screen on low brightness and on darkmode, so your profile jump scared the shit out of me when I scrolled past it. Therefore im answering this one first.

Anywho, from my chronic inability to write angst here goes: Tim died, came back and none of the Bats seemed to care. So what? It's not like his best friends hadn't done the same thing. And he was tired and sick of the Bats thinking his entire life revolved around them.

So he packed up his bags and headed to Kansas.

The Bats might not be worried but neither was Kon or Bart. They're actually thrilled after getting over their initial grief that Tim now has also personally experienced death and came back. The funeral was a rather small, breif, and quiet afar. Kon made sure to help locate Tim's corpse and Bart helped with the eulogy (surprisingly heartfelt and moved them all to tears.)

Sure, they're sad that Tim died but he's right in front of them, it's a little more difficult to morn when you've been laughing at said dead guy who got stuck halfway through phasing out of the wall. And now Tim can keep track with them!

Kon is a little pissed that Tim can now go intangible and escape his TTK so he can't take away Tim's coffee anymore. But it's kinda worth it. The first time he took Rob on his favorite flight path, he's never wanted anything else than to hear Tim's breathless laugh and see his frighteningly perfect smile again. They now often go on flights together, high above the clouds with no-one else but them for thousands of miles around. (it almost felt like a date)

Bart knew this would happen one day. He was from the future, of course he knew that Tim Drake, formerly Red Robin, died at age 19 and changed his alias to The Grey Ghost. It doesn't mean that Bart doesn't morn the passing of his friend. Tim means a lot to him and the brief guilt that he did not stop Tim's death also quickly passes. He can finally show Tim that hiding space in the walls that no one else can get to without phasing through the wall! One other thing. Bart is unsure if Kon has noticed yet, which he knows Kon isn't the most observant of the old young justice crew but he has to have noticed it by now. Ever since Tim left Gotham he's developed an insane appetite despite claiming that he didn't need to eat while in Gotham and also being dead so why does he need to eat? (Unknown to Bart, Kansas doesn't have as much ambient ectoplasm as Gotham and Tim is starting to experience the withdraw symptoms. If the trio don't realize how to fix Tim's worsening symptoms soon, Tim might actually die for good this time.)

#dpxdc #dp x dc #danny phantom #seersnake #ones replies #twones replies #bones replies #dont worry ill make the tagging system confusing quICK #I POSTED IT BEFORE IT WAS DONE FUCK #okay fixed it.

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charliedawn · 1 year

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Hi, I really like your blog. Can you please do the slashers and the Russian nurse. She came to America to exchange experiences. She is quite strong and tall, she can effortlessly throw Jack on her shoulder and carry him to the room. As soon as y/n arrived at the hospital she acted like a stereotypical Russian, cold, stoic, not talking or smiling, with a neutral expression on her face. But after some time in the hospital, when everyone is assembled, she starts laughing and says that she likes to play pranks on foreigners that way. In fact, she turns out to be very kind, smiling, cheerful, a little cheeky and flirtatious. She's very understanding and you can share anything with her. I'm sorry if my query makes you feel cringe, прошу прощения

Freddy :

Freddy : "So...You're the new girl, huh ? Wasn't expecting Hulk in a dress."

Freddy was...Freddy. He looked at you and bam, big women jokes just kept coming out. He couldn't have stopped himself, even if he wanted to.

But, he wasn't expecting you to play dumb.

"Whatever do you mean, Mr. Krueger ? I am confused.", you replied with your best poker face and Freddy almost spit out his morning coffee.

"You gotta be kidding me...Superhero ? Tall ? Green ? Strong ?", he tried to describe the Hulk to you, but you tilted your head and frowned at him.

"...I am even more confused."

He then proceeded to go on and on about all the heroes of comic books and try to 'open your horizons'.

You never told him that you actually knew the Avengers, it was best to keep quiet and let him try to culture you on what he thought was 'true American culture.' It made him talk, and it was nice to hear him talk about anything else than dirty jokes.

It didn't mean he sometimes didn't let himself crack a dirty joke or two in your presence, or even attempted flirting from time to time.

Freddy *smirks* : "...You know...I wouldn't mind you sitting on my face sometimes. I always fantasized on how it would feel like to die by big woman suffocation ?" *cheeky wink*

You laughed and Freddy was so surprised, he almost fell off his chair.

"....WAIT. HOLD UP. YOU CAN LAUGH ?!"

Pennywise :

Pennywise : "It's going down, girlie. I can assure you that you ain't as strong as me."

He tried to assert dominance right away.

Let's get something clear.

Pennywise is one of the short ones. He's not as tall as any of the others, but he's the strongest. Hands down.

He could run a marathon with Penny on his back and not break a sweat. It's one of his strong points and he'd be caught dead before letting anyone deprive him of that title.

So, he would of course try to gain the advantage and make it a competition.

He'd ask you to compete with him by carrying heavy things around, arm wrestling and other various challenges..

Pennywise *grumbles under his breath in annoyance when you succeeded in carrying Brahms for a whole day*

At the end, he did learn to respect you, especially when you made sure to let him win sometimes—as to not lose face in front of the others.

He doesn't understand why or how you managed to become so strong, but even though Pennywise is technically a god—you managed to push him to his body's limits...And that's no easy feat.

Jason Voorhees :

You : "Jason ! Bath time !"

Oh no...

Nope.

No water.

He ran. He ran faster than he had ever ran in his life, not expecting you to course after him.

You : "Jason ! You come back here !"

He kept running...until he hit a wall and fell backwards.

He was certain you wouldn't be able to move him if he was completely still—but was surprised when you almost effortlessly lift him up and started walking to the bathroom.

He tried to get off, but had to eventually give up as you started humming to yourself and didn't seem to mind the slasher trying desperately to escape bath time...

The other slashers were stunned when they saw the both of you and Jason was red in the face under the mask.

He frantically tried to escape again, but was once again unsuccessful.

Freddy tried to open his mouth—but as if you had the same Freddy senses—you and Jason both glared at him.

You : "Don't. You're next."

Freddy's smile dropped and Pennywise guffawed beside him while you kept walking.

Jason didn't like being carried around—but he had to admit, it was nice to have someone stronger than him.

Brahms Heelshire :

Brahms was very suspicious of you at first—staying hidden and making sure not to make his existence known until he was sure you were nice.

He observed your reaction to his doll very closely and when you started singing to it in your native language and cradling it gently in your arms—he knew that you were trustworthy.

He showed himself to you and you smiled.

You : "Ah. You must be Brahms. Nice to meet you."

He nodded before suddenly pulling you into a hug.

Brahms' way of saying: you too.

He then proceeded to show you around and his favorite toys.

He was excited to have a new friend an when you started bringing him russian stories and toys—his eyes literally sparkled in pure joy.

Brahms would then ask you to read them for him and even try to learn Russian so he may talk with you in your native language.

Brahms would become curious and happy to find out new things with you and share his own personal childhood stories with you.

Michael Myers :

Michael did find it strange when you first appeared.

He doesn't normally trust strangers and tends to stay away, but he did eventually get used to you.

Problem is...Low and behold, the great Michael Myers can and did become jealous of you when you started becoming a role model for the youngest slashers.

Michael is technically their father. He is very protective of his (adopted) children and Myers eventually found you someone to undermine his authority.

Myers *glares at you from afar when you wave at him and walks away*

He was aloof at first. Didn't think he needed you.

But, that quickly changed when he tried to help Jason with his truck and it ended with him, actually trapped underneath the car.

He tried to move it, but had to eventually give up and Jason had to go find you.

You immediately ran outside and started using your strength to pull the car off Michael. He crawled from underneath and once he was out, Jason and Brahms came to pull him up.

He finally realized that having you around wasn't such a bad thing and even thanked you.

He wanted to apologize too, but didn't find the words.

When you smiled, he knew you understood and smiled back.

Jack Torrance :

"...Mr. Torrance. It is the third time I am telling you that it is time to go to sleep.", you reminded Jack who was still hunched over his writing machine, like an old grumpy leprechaun trying to protect his pot of gold.

"Oh yeah ? You're gonna do...what ? Punish me and send me to bed without cookies ?", he mocked and you replied in all seriousness.

"Carry you on my shoulder and tuck you in bed like a teeny-weenie baby."

"...You wouldn't.", he tried to call on your bluff—but was met with a raised eyebrow and a challenging smirk.

"Попробуйте. (Try me.)"

Now, Jack is the only one who knows a little Russian, since his ex-wife was from Russian descendance through her great grandmother or something...

So, he would understand most of the things you say.

And, it was funny when you would pretend to have a whole conversation in front of the others when it would simply be an exchange of random Russian words with absolutely no context..

But sometimes...You would use the language to know you were being serious and Jack knew better than to protest.

So, he sighed in defeat and stood up.

"You know I could kill you, right ?", he told you as you were about to leave and you stilled for a second or two before smiling mysteriously back at him.

"ложиться спать (go to bed), Mr. Torrance."

Truth was, there was absolutely no way he would do that—and you both knew it.

Norman Bates :

You : "Please. Let me hug you."

Call it Russian intuition—but you knew Norman needed a hug the moment you met.

There was just something that made you convinced that the man deserved one. And, it was quite strange as you hadn't even exchanged names yet.

However he didn't seem to mind as he simply tilted his head and asked.

"...On what grounds ?"

You shrugged in response.

"On the grounds that I wish to hug you."

Norman seemed a little taken aback—but not actually opposed to the idea. He stared at you for a while, trying to find out if there was anything in your eyes that could have been interpreted as bad intentions but...He found nothing.

He then crossed his arms over his chest and asked.

"Even if I decide to kill you afterwards ?"

You took two seconds to think about it before nodding.

"Never been so sure of anything in my life."

Norman seemed to hesitate for a moment before finally sighing in defeat and opening his arms.

"Fine. 5 seconds.", he indulged.

"10.", you attempted.

"4.", he said adamantly.

"Да. (Fine.)", you finally agreed and hugged him.

You stayed like this for 4 seconds exactly before Norman pulled away and you sighed. He did say 4 seconds...

"So, ready to die ?", he asked with a small playful smile and you nodded.

"It was worth it.", you replied with a small playful smile of your own and for a moment—Norman thought about actually killing you.

But, he only extended his hand forward.

"My name is Norman Bates."

You looked at the outstretched hand and smiled before shaking it.

"I'm Y/N."

And let me tell you, Norman had never felt such a powerful handshake in his life.

Penny :

"Friends."

There wasn't much to say.

Penny immediately knew that you were trustworthy and didn't waste any time befriending you.

But, what was even funnier was that he perfectly knew Russian and when you were alone—he would often start talking to you in Russian just for the fun of it.

He found the language funny and liked the way it made his tongue feel weird.

But, Penny is also a mind reader. And he would sometimes make sure to creep the others out by finishing your sentences for you.

So, you would sometimes start shouting in Russian and he would loom over you from behind and start repeating your sentences word for word for dramatic effect—or support you.

You *after seeing Jason and Freddy fight for the third time this week* : "Сколько раз у нас должен быть этот разговор, пока ты не поймешь, что нужно себя вести ?! Ты хоть представляешь, как мне грустно видеть, как вы все время ссоритесь ?! (How many times do we have to have this conversation until you figure out how to behave ?! Do you have any idea how sad it makes me to see you guys fighting all the time ?!)

Penny *behind you and giggling maniacally* : "Идиоты (Idiots...)"

Esther and Five Hargreeves :

You were about to ask Five and Esther to go to sleep when you barely managed to miss a bullet coming from their room.

You sighed.

"Children...What did I say about firearms indoors ? What is the meaning of this mutiny ?", you asked before entering their room and found them with angelic smiles on their faces.

Esther : "Well...we concerted between ourselves, and came to the conclusion that—as adults—we should no longer have a bed time."

You *sigh again and pinch the bridge of your nose tiredly* : "Bed time is for children and adults alike. I have a bed time too. And I cannot go to sleep until I know that you are in bed."

Five *chuckles* : "Too bad..We're not going to bed tonight."

"Дети", you tutted in fake disappointment—hiding your smile. "...Do we really have to do this every night ?"

Esther giggled and Five smiled darkly.

Esther *gets out knives* : "Don't tell us you don't like it."

Five *pulls out the gun he was hiding* : "Besides, you perfectly know we don't like it when people call us children. Gotta remind you somehow."

You *laugh and shake your head before shutting the door behind you with your foot* : "Fine. Let us play for a little."

Needless to say, they eventually got to bed.

#freddy krueger x reader #pennywise x reader #pennywise 2017 #pennywise 1990 #fandoms #imagine #fanfic #slashers #michael myers x reader #norman bates x reader #number five x reader #esther orphan #jason voorhees x reader #brahms heelsire x reader #jack torrance x reader

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cablecar-s · 7 days

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to love and self loathe

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I also have an AO3 if you guys wanted to check it out 👉👈. It's just tlsl again (it's like two chapters ahead but I plan to post the rest of the chapters here too, just thought I would share it somewhere else :]).

Reblogs and likes help a lot as well! Enjoy reading!

Part 1

And Make It Double

Jason wasn't fond of going to the Batcave often. Hell he didn't like going to Wayne Manor at all. It only meant that he had to see the others. Even though he was able to reconcile with everyone, it didn't mean that it wasn't still awkward to interact with them all.

But whatever it was that he found in that alleyway couldn't be ignored. So, instead of heading to the batcave where he has to face everyone, he instead links his comms with Barbara.

"You there Oracle?" His voice, distorted from the voice modulator installed in his helmet called out.

"Oracle here, need something Red Hood?" Her voice called back.

A hint of a smile appeared on his lips, a bit of nostalgia and reminiscence washing over him for a moment.

"I have a bit of a problem here." Jason looked over at the knocked out men, strung together with the mysterious webs.

"Do you need backup?" She questioned.

He shook his head, though she couldn't see it. "No, just a concern if anything. Found a few guys strung together what seemed to be.. Spider webs? I don't fuckin' know."

It went quiet for a moment, Jason looking around, making sure no one was going to jump him.

"Found something." She hummed, earning Jason's attention. "Couldn't find anything spider related in Gotham, but there's a vigilante in New York that goes by Spider-Woman, could be that."

The second Robin's brows furrowed. "The hell is she doing in Gotham?"

"No clue, but reading through the latest news it says that she's been gone for a few months already, after defeating some guy named Green Goblin." Her eyes quickly skimmed through the article.

"Is she trouble?" He questions, his attention being pulled towards one of the men who were beginning to wake up.

"The Daily Bugle says she is.." She trailed. "Though from other sources people are calling her a hero. Lot of mixed opinions about her from New Yorkers. She's done nothing bad though."

Jason only hummed, taking his gun out before hitting the waking criminal in the back of his head with the butt of his gun, knocking the guy out once more.

"No crimes or anything? What about suspicious movements before her disappearance?" He asked further.

Barbara let out a small hum. "Nope. She had been terrorizing a few criminals who all had similar characteristics for some time, but that was in the beginning of her first appearance. And after she defeated the Green Goblin she disappeared after that night."

"Revenge." Jason thought out loud to himself, that was the only conclusion he could come to. "Think she came to Gotham to see if she could find the guy here?"

"Doubt it. It's been a few years already, I'm sure she's over it by now."

Jason also doubted that she was over it, he would know; he was dead set on revenge for seven years. A grimace appeared on his face, seeming to stare into nothingness, remembering how he was before he was barely able to reconcile with Bruce and the others.

"You still there Red Hood?" Barbara called out, breaking him out of his small trance.

"Uh, yeah, sorry, just thinking." He muttered. "Call GCPD over to pick these guys up. They're in one of the alleys on 41st street."

"On it."

Taking out his grappling hook, Jason flew off into the night, still linked with Barbara.

"What do you want to do with Spider-Woman?"

"Lets keep an eye out for her, we still don't know her motives for coming to Gotham." Jason swung from building to building, beginning to feel water droplets fall on his body, the rain of Gotham finally coming for the night.

"Alright, I'll notify the others about her now."

"Sounds good, thanks Oracle." He perched himself on one of the gargoyles that were built on one of the many buildings of Gotham, about to hang up til—

"Hey Jace." Barbara called out softly.

Oh god. Jason already knew what Barbara was going to ask him, it made his throat close up a bit, his heart rate beginning to pick up.

"Ye-ah?"

Of course his voice had to fucking crack.

"Will you be coming to the mansion to celebrate Damian's birthday next week?"

Jason stayed silent for a moment. Of course he was going to go, he had already bought the demon brat's present a few days ago, it was just a matter of gaining the confidence to step foot in Wayne Manor.

"Still there Jason?" She called out.

Crap he took too long.

"Oh, yeah. Yeah I'll– I'll be coming." He cleared his throat, his eyes scanning into the streets of Crime Alley.

"Okay, just double checking." He could hear the smile in her voice. "Everyone'll be excited to see you, don't sweat it." She assured him. "Need anything else before I go back to the others?"

He swallowed hard, trying to retain whatever cool he had left. "No, I'm fine."

"Alright, Oracle out."

Her voice crackled before leaving the line, which left Jason alone with his thoughts.

God he was so not ready for next week

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The next night, Jason had kept a sharp eye out for this Spider-Woman Barbara had told him about. He'd done a bit of digging himself. He watched a few videos that a few civilians had taken of her. He studied her fighting style, what she looked like.

Of course, he tried to find out who this Spider-Woman was in the first place, but it seemed no one had any clues as to who she was.

It's fine though. It's not like Jason was actively searching as to who she was, he just needed to make sure she stayed out of his way, out of Gotham's business.

Swinging from building to building once more, Jason kept his eyes on the alleys and small streets before deciding to land on the roof of a building. His boots crunched under the gravel when landing, a more softer crunch sounding behind him.

"Todd." The young voice called out.

A voice he knew all too well.

"Demon bird." Jason greeted.

"I am told that you will be making it to the gathering." Damian stood next to his older brother, looking down at the city with him.

"If you mean your birthday party then yeah." The second Robin couldn't help but roll his eyes a bit. "Just not the big one B will be holding. Y'know, still dead and stuff."

The youngest Robin could only suck his teeth. "Not like you were needed there anyways." He muttered.

Jason glanced over at the pre-teen, a small smile on his lips as he brought his hand up to ruffle his hair. He could spot his tough guy act from miles away, he and Damian were two sides of the same coin after all.

"Sorry, someone's gotta keep Gotham safe while all the bats and birds are out partying for the night." He chuckled.

Damian only swatted at Jason's hand, grumbling to himself.

"I do not care if you come or not." He muttered.

Jason couldn't help but smile slightly at this, pulling his hand back.

"Whatever you say."

Damian opened his mouth, ready to make a retort, but he only sucked his teeth once more, his hand going up to his ear.

"Robin present."

There was a brief silence, the young Robin seeming to be listening to what was being said to him. "Understood." He muttered.

"I am needed at a warehouse." He looked up at his older brother who only nodded, seeming looking down at the streets.

"Alright. See you later." Jason's eyes were glued on a woman who seemed to be in a hurry, a few plastic bags hanging from her arms. From afar, he saw a few men stalking her a few feet away.

He began to make his way down to her, standing behind her in the shadows. She didn't seem to have noticed him just yet, seeming distracted with trying to take a picture of the Robin flying above her.

Though as she takes a step back and bumps into his chest, she slowly turned around, taking notice of the vigilante that towered over her.

Jason squinted his eyes behind his helmet as her phone let out a soft click and the flash had gone off.

His helmet scanned her body, a small box popping at the top right, showing him that her heart rate had slightly quickened, not surprising.

"You do know you make a pretty easy target with all those bags you're holding." He spoke, his voice distorted as usual.

"Good thing I was making my way home then." She chuckled nervously.

She had stared at where his eyes were supposed to be, only to then look away, her heart rate rising even more.

"I'll go with you then, unless you want them to take you instead." He nodded his head behind her, making her turn her head and see the men.

Jason took a step into the dim street lighting and stared straight at them, making the men quickly scatter, not wanting to be involved with the infamous Red Hood.

"Oh uh, no that won't be necessary." She let out another nervous laugh. "My apartment isn't that far from here and uh..." She glanced up at the Red Hood before quickly looking away, intimidated by his large build and towering body.

It was quiet, Jason staring her down. He couldn't lie she was acting a bit suspicious, though then again it could be her being frightened since it was Red Hood who was standing in front of her.

"You're not serious are you?" He finally spoke out. "Gotham's filled with criminals, and no offense, I'm sure you're capable of defending yourself, but you're a woman. You're better off with me walking you home." He crossed his arms, shifting his weight onto one leg.

He was right. Although she could handle a few thugs, she didn't bring her web shooters with her this time. If any of them decided to pull a gun on her, it was most likely over.

The secret vigilante stayed quiet, biting the inside of her cheek, trying to think of something else to say, just so she didn't have to interact anymore with the more scarier of vigilantes she's looked up.

"Uh well.." She cleared her throat, looking up at him, trying her best to calm her racing heart, her senses heightening from her anxiety.

She thought hard, looking at the man who stared at her, waiting for a reply from her. Her brain did it's hardest to rack something up, until she remembered all the news she's read about him.

Bingo.

"Wouldn't it be more dangerous if you were to walk with me?" She questioned, giving him an innocent smile.

He tilted his head a bit at this. "Is that so?"

The spider quickly nodded, her smile ever growing a tiny bit more larger at her quick thinking. "If you think about it, if people on the street were to see you walking me to my apartment wouldn't that technically endanger me even more? Since, y'know, you are the big bad Red Hood. I'm sure you have plenty of enemies that want your head."

Her hands moved around a bit as she talked, Jason only watching and listening to her ramble in slight amusement.

"And if they were to see you walking me home then they can only think that I'm some sort of weakness for you, which, I'm really not but hey they don't know." She chuckled, looking up at him.

Her long pause made the air almost seem a bit awkward for her, making her shift a bit. Letting out another laugh, she cleared her throat once more, straightening her posture a bit.

"So.. Thank you, truly. But I think I'll be just fine going home without an escort." She smiled, trying not to squirm under his gaze.

"Alright." He hummed, setting his hands on his waist.

She blinked, looking a bit baffled. "Really?" She sputtered, before quickly changing her expression, the tone of her voice changing as well. "I mean– Of course! It's only right that you—"

"I'll just watch you from the rooftops instead."

"I'm sorry?"

A distorted huff of amusement filled her ears as the two vigilantes stared at each other.

"You're right that me walking you home would only but yourself in more danger, but leaving you to go home by yourself also puts you at risk still, so," Jason grabbed his grapple from his utility belt.

"I'll escort you from afar."

Jason's amusement only rose as he watched the woman open and close her mouth, trying to form words or another excuse as to why he shouldn't do that.

Seeing as how she wasn't able to come up with anything else, a low and short chuckle left his mouth.

"Well lets get going then. The faster you start walking the faster you'll be out of danger." He pointed his grapple at a building, his finger beginning to press the trigger.

"You really don't—" But he was already flying into the air and back into the shadows.

She could only watch in disbelief, staring in the direction that he had flown off to. If she squinted hard enough, she could somewhat see his silhouette perched on a rooftop.

She strained to see him wave a hand at her, most likely motioning her to get back to her apartment. Letting out a small huff of irritation, she began to walk into the direction of her apartment, muttering under her breath.

It was total silence while walking back to her apartment. Although she would spot a few thugs eyeing her from alleys, once they heard the sound of a grapple and a shadow passing over them, they quickly minded their business, as if she wasn't there.

The woman was thankful to say the least, especially since she was able to get herself out of a situation that may have ended up in her having a brawl with the vigilante. Just looking at him made her entire body ache.

Even if that radioactive spider had increased all her senses and strength, she was sure that man could pummel her into the ground without having to do much.

Continuing to walk through the dimly lit streets, she soon made it to her apartment building, relief flooding in her body that she was finally home. Before entering the building, she looked over her shoulder, her eyes scanning the shadows, trying to see if she could spot the Red Hood.

Surprisingly, for a big guy who had a helmet that was completely red, he was good at hiding in the darkness.

Giving up in her search in finding him, she made her way inside, the warm air from the heater engulfing her body once entering.

Off in the distance, Jason watched as the woman made her way inside. With crossed arms, he watched all of the windows of the building, waiting patiently until he noticed one of them had lit up.

Letting out a short hum, he jumped off the roof, grappling to the next one and so forth, continuing his night patrol.

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Jason quickly put his jacket on, not caring if his hair was still a bit wet. Grabbing his keys he had tossed onto the coffee table, he scooped his helmet into his arms before roughly shoving it onto his head. Slamming the door that led to the garage of his safe house, he pressed a simple button that made it creak and groan as it lifted itself off of the ground.

Getting on his bike, the two wheeler roared to life, the sounds echoing in the garage as he sped out, the doors slamming itself shut once Jason was out. Speeding through the streets, passing by cars at a speed too fast, Jason had hoped that he wouldn't be too late for the brat's formal birthday.

Jason wasn't fond of any of the parties that Bruce either attended or hosted. The room that it was being held in always reeked of tacky perfume and cologne, just like every person there trying to please Bruce.

A bunch of ass kissers that irritated Jason. He was sure Damian thought the same, so he thought making a small appearance would make it slightly better, even if it costed him drowning in old lady perfumes.

When he had made it to the Batcave and tried to sneak his way through the halls of the manor, he had a small run in with his favorite, and only, butler. After a small catch up, and a bit of coaxing from the butler, Jason ended up having to attend the party without his gun.

Taking a deep breath, Jason entered the ballroom having to squeeze his way through a few people in order to make himself comfortable in a corner.

With his back leaning against the wall, he crossed his arms and scanned the room before it landed on Damian; his cheeks were currently being pinched and pulled at by a few elderly ladies.

Jason couldn't help but slightly snort at the scene, amused at how deadly a glare Damian was giving them when they looked away from him.

"Jaybird!"

Jason's smile instantly disappeared at the resounding voice of his older brother. A bright smile on his face, he waved at the second Robin, having grabbed to champagne glasses on his way over to him.

People glanced at Dick, whispering to one another about the eldest, their eyes soon dragging over to Jason who shifted uncomfortably.

Just fucking great.

"I see you were able to make it." Dick grinned, lending out the other glass of alcohol to him. Jason only snatched it from him, letting out a small grumble while taking a small sip.

"And I'm starting to regret it." He grimaced.

The first Robin only chuckled at this, taking his own sip from his glass. "You see Damian yet?" He questioned, eyes staring out into the crowd to find the youngest.

"I was, but then I saw that he was a bit busy so I decided to leave him be." He hummed.

Once finding Damian, Dick couldn't help but snicker a bit now knowing what Jason meant. "He is the star of the show." He mused. "Hey, you don't think—"

BOOM!

"No one make any sudden moves! Or the brat gets it!"

part 1

next chapter ->

#dcu #dc universe #jason todd #batfamily #to love and self loathe #red hood #jason todd x reader #x reader #female reader #no y/n #barbara gordan #damian wayne #richard grayson #bruce wayne #slow burn #strangers to friends to lovers #spiderwoman reader

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hyperanaemia · 3 months

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Sorry, I don't mean to disappear for months, but I've been getting back into reading comics after taking a super long break to play bg3. So, I've finally gotten around to reading the Knight Terrors: Robin issues that have been sitting in my 'to read' box months after they've been relevant. I’m sure everyone else had a bunch to say when it came out but here’s my two cents.

The issues just really fall flat to me. Like, I wasn't expecting a two-shot to be a deep dive into Tim's dead-dad trauma or anything, but I do feel like it misses what the core fear/horror that surrounds Jack's death is.

Like, the KT issues posset that what Tim fears the most is failing to save people, with his dad's death being the figurehead of that. That this failure is what makes him unworthy of being Robin. I'm not going to say that isn't true, that reasoning definitely factors into Tim's trauma. But it also just feels basic to me.

Like, 'failing to save a loved one' is one of the most basic superhero tropes at this point. I'd be hard pressed to think of a hero who hasn't failed to save someone they know. It might as well be a rite of passage.

(In fact, here's a panel of Tim thinking as such about his parents in an issue literally called Rites of Passage.)

Also, Tim has already had a 'crisis of faith' arc after failing to save someone with the character of Eldon Adams (Young El). It had a very big impact on Tim and the fallout of that lasted for several issues.

Identity Crisis certainly has its flaws and at times I question the need to kill off Jack in the first place. But, to me anyway, Jack's death is beautifully written and manages to tie his and Tim's decades-long storyline off in an interesting way.

The important point to make about Tim in relation to all this is that he chooses to be Robin. He was never picked, he was never fated, he was not born to do it. Robin is something he actively chooses to be. At first, it's an easy choice to make. Tim reasons that since his parents are off doing their own thing it won’t be an issue if he’s gone all the time. But, as time goes on, Jack starts spending more time at home, wanting to spend more time with Tim. The issue "resolves" in this instance by having Jack's time get taken up when he starts dating Dana Winters. But this tension continues to be a major subplot throughout Tim’s series. Tim and Jack’s already strained relationship is constantly made worse by Robin.

Tim feels guilty that his duty as Robin keeps getting in the way of his relationships. Tim's friends like Ives and Ariana are constantly stood up or brushed aside. Anything that ties Tim to the normal life he used to have is always being balanced against Robin. And for as much as Tim tries to maintain it, for as much as he says his normal life is what keeps him grounded when push comes to shove Tim always ends up choosing Robin.

The thing that makes Jack's death different from all the other parental deaths in the Batfam, and the Identity Crisis did right, is that they made it a direct consequence of Tim choosing to be Robin. Bruce's parents were killed at random. Dick's were targeted in a situation outside of his control. Jason's mother was killed for her involvement with the Joker, which started before he even met her (and his dad with Two-Face).

Jack was killed because his son was Robin. In Identity Crisis, Jean Loring targets the family members of heroes. She never would have hired Captain Boomerang to kill Jack if Tim wasn't Robin.

(Obviously, none of this is to minimize any of these characters' pain or to say one is worse than another.)

The added twist of the knife is that Tim had been spending that week with Jack instead of helping everyone find the killer. It's the one night that Tim chooses to go out as Robin again that Jack is killed. If Tim had stayed just one more night, even just one more hour, he could have saved his dad. And Jack lets him go because he knows how important Robin is to Tim.

This is more of an aside, I love this sequence of Tim ripping off his Robin uniform. Like obviously the intention is that Tim can't be seen wearing it when the police arrive. But the subtext to me reads that Tim is ripping Robin off, this thing that's come between them at every moment. Tim, before he even knows if Jack is alive or dead, doesn't want Robin to come between them anymore.

And Jack's death is something of a 'point of no return' for Tim. Before this, many of the people who know Tim is Robin have pointed out that he could always return to a normal life if he wanted to. Tim himself believes that he'll probably retire being Robin at some point. (I have my own thoughts that aren't relevant here about how that's more about him being practical as opposed to his genuine wish for his future, but I digress.) But after this, Tim is locked into the vigilante life. There's nothing normal he could return to. If he can’t be good at this, then what was the point?

KT Robin just feels uninspired. It doesn't try to extract what makes Jack's death unique or interesting. It just picks the most surface-level takeaway you could have from it. Like, it's not just about being not good enough for the job. It's losing everything because you chose to do this job and you still don't know if you're good enough to do it.

#sephs comic reading tag #tim drake #jack drake #my 'in order' reading list has me around the start of Cataclysm right now #and it's been a few months since I've read Id Crisis so forgive me if I'm misremembering anything

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nerdthatsiriuslylovesteaxx · 4 months

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Anddd time for Helpless part 4 peeps

Will was headed back to the infirmary until he saw a very stuck Leo laying under what looked like 3 tonnes of metal, Will could barely lift it but managed to life it up enough for Leo to get out. Thankfully he was extremely scrawny so that didn't require much lifting,

"Leo I just have one question, why were you laying under sheets of metal? Also infirmary, now. I very much doubt that you don't have a single broken bone after having something tripple your weight laying on top of you." Will asked mildly concerned yet laughing.

"Well I was carrying metal sheets to the forest on Festus so I could make a guard around everyone else when Jason and Percy fight because while it is fun to watch people also do not like getting drenched apparently. Who would have thought? But turns out duct tape was not the answer this time and a few of them fell on me." Leo explained as they walked to the infirmary.

"Duct tape has let you down, I hope you can recover from this sense of betrayal Leo."

"I don't know man I just didn't think I would ever be betrayed so deeply." They both burst out into laughter as they reach the infirmary. They walk into a room

"I'm going to take a guess and say your leg isn't broken considering you walked here but still is there any pain?" Will asked him,

"Just a bit in my arms but like that's it mate, I think I'm fine."

Will feels the bones on Leo's arm's checking for any broken bones.

"Well your definition of fine is quite different to mine considering you've broken your left wrist, and your right arm is fractured in two places." Leo cracked a smile, like he didn't feel any pain.

Will hands him some ambrosia,

"Leo, you know how you managed to make an immortal girl to like you? Specifically one that hated you?"

"If you want romantic advice you have come to the wrong person, I'll try to help but like I have no clue how I got Calypso. I think she liked me more when I stopped talking to her and I don't think that normally has the same effect on most people. "

"You're the only person I know who has managed to make someone go from hating you to loving you so I'm gonna take my chances."

"Sure mate I'll try," Leo laughed as he pulled something out of his pocket and started mindlessly fiddling.

"Well, I need to make Nico di Angelo stop hating me."

"You're gay? Was I meant to know this information pre-hand because you are acting like you have told me this before." Leo asked, looking slightly confused.

"I'm bi, it was probably before you came to camp when I came out, but basically the whole camp knows." Will said, for better or worse he thought but didn't tell Leo that.

"Yeah probably, now I'm giving you a heads up before you continue. If Nico hated you, you would be dead by now so you already have that section cleared." Leo said grinning.

"Well how exactly do I change from kind of not hating to hopelessly in love with me?"

"Mate I'm barley passed the I will kill you on the spot stage, but I guess show him you care. Jason said that's what he did and I think it worked out pretty well for him."

"Thanks mate, if you want you can leave the infirmary but no life risking events or anything that requires your hands for 24 hours."

"I'll try but no promises mate," Leo said laughing as he walked out."I'll catch you at campfire, yeah?"

"I'll see you there Valdez." Will nodded as Leo walked out the door likely getting himself severely injured, Will knew that he would probably get himself hurt again, Leo was like a magnetic for injuries.

***

The Ghost King finally stands up and splashes his face with some cold water as he started to clean up, no one needed to know. He would be fine, it'll go away soon enough. Every single time he had eaten since being in that jar he had thrown up, his eating had never been very stable but ever since the jar it had gotten a lot worse. When he was on the Argo II he had mostly gotten away with not eating but now with Will Solace watching over him like a hawk he would actually have to eat, Nico hoped he wouldn't realise but he probably would soon enough. Still there was no reason for him to find out any earlier than that, maybe if he got lucky it would fix itself and no one would know but Nico had learnt to not test his luck as it could always get worse. He had left the table as soon as he could and hoped that Hazel wouldn't come back to the cabin too soon.

***

"Good match Jace," Percy sighed, struggling to catch his breath after their fight. They did this a lot to fill in boring parts of the day, or to put on a show. It was also a great way to get your mind off of the last few years when you are nearly killing your friends for fun, the healers had given them many lectures about electrocuting and drowning each other many times but hey they weren't dead yet so they must be doing something right.

"Back at you bro." Jason said putting his shirt back on, "Percy I just realised. We don't have a ship name for Will and Nico, wait Will is bi right? I think I overheard someone talking about it before we went to New Rome."

"Yeah, Annabeth told me that he came out to the whole camp a few days before you, Leo and Pipes came. Now ship names....Wilco?

"Bro that's a terrible ship name, come on we can do better mate."

They both thought for a solid 10 minutes until Jason faceplamed and said,

"Bro, Solangelo, it's so simple yet so perfect."

"Did it really just take us that long to think of that?"

"We've lost our touch bro."

The two boys were laughing as they walked back out of the forest to join the rest of the camp for campfire.

***

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Tbh don't know how I feel abt this part, I feel like nothing that important happens.

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imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl · 2 years

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(Part 07 of 07)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Reader | platonic!Eddie X Reader

Word count: 1.8 K

Summary: You didn't get over Billy's death, isolating yourself from everyone. But when a new monster starts making victims, the party has no other choice but to involve you... And ask you to give shelter to a metalhead.

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{Stranger Things Masterlist}

A/N: Special thanks to my wonderful friend @multific for all her help through this story. I love you, girl!!

You and Me

It happens fast. Too fast for you even process. Maxine is in the air, walkman broke on the floor, Jason with his hands around Lucas' neck, the boy's face bleeding.

It's too much to fix all at once. But you outnumbered Jason, so the next thing also happens fast.

Eddie pulls Jason off Lucas, laying a punch on his jaw, the noise that comes of it telling you that the rings made quite a mess on Jason's pretty face. Billy runs to Max as you go for the walkman, to see if you could put it together... But no. It's broken beyond repair.

“I can't put it together!” You yell, seeing through the corner of your eye as Jason gets tangled in the vines... You didn't even acknowledge them. “I can't put it together! What do we do?”

“Sing it!” Eddie shouts, pushing his hair out of the way and leaving a blood stain on his forehead.

“No!” Lucas interrupts, his voice is hoarse. He turns to Billy. “Talk to her. Say you forgive her!”

When you look at Billy, you see as understanding dawns on him. He takes a deep breath, his face getting a sad expression. “Maxine.” He calls. “It's me. I'm back, I'm alive. (Y/N) came for me. Now, you better listen, shitface.” Billy steps closer, looking up at his sister. “I forgive you. Hear me? I forgive you for hating me. I know you did. And I know I gave too many reasons for that. I forgive you for wanting me dead. You told me that many times, and I know you meant it. Mostly on the days I made your life a living hell. So I get it. You wanted me dead. And I wanted you dead too, a couple of times. And I hope you can forgive me as I have forgiven you. Now snap out of it. Don't let Vecna use it against you, because it doesn't exist anymore. Come back so I can be a real brother this time.”

“Yes, come back to us, Max,” Lucas says, tears in his eyes. “We love you. Please, come back to us.”

Then, you join the call. “C'mon, Madmax. You're stronger than this stupid-ass Vecna. Fight him.”

And everyone calls to her, telling her to fight, how strong and loved she is. Your heart is beating fast because, with every passing second, she might be closer to death. And you just got Billy back, you can't lose anyone else. You can't lose another loved one.

But suddenly, she falls, and you release the breath you didn't even know you were holding. Billy manages to catch her well enough so her head didn't hit the floor. “Hey, hey.” He mutters, getting some red chunks of hair off her face. “Wake up, c'mon.”

When she opens her eyes, everyone groans in relief. “I... B-Billy? A-am I still-” She tries to get up, but Billy holds her.

“No. Hey! I'm here. This isn't Vecna. It's me. I forgive you.”

“What...?”

“For wanting me dead. For hating me. I forgive you.”

After seconds of silence, Max throws her arms around Billy's neck, crying, and sobbing. “I'm sorry, I'm sorry.” She stutters, her body shaking. “Thank you. Thank you for what you did.”

The scene makes you smile and brings tears to your eyes at the same time. So, you decide to leave them for a while, because they need some time.

And because you need time to process everything that happened.

Leaving the attic, you cross the house and sit on the porch steps, elbows on your knees and hands on your head.

“Everything alright?” It's Eddie, coming to sit by your side. “Aren't you happy?”

You gasp, looking at him. “I'm ecstatic. I just... My brain is moving too fast. I felt like I needed some silence and to sit down for a moment.”

“Guess I ruined the silence part.” He says, and you giggle.

“You didn't-”

“Holy crap!” The yell makes you get up and turn around, on high alert, and ready to fight again, even if it's with your bare hands. But what you see makes you relax, at the same time it sends your brain on another rollercoaster.

Robin was the one to yell. And there she is, with Steve and Nancy.

“What... The hell...” You mutter, feeling dizzy and grabbing Eddie's arm.

“Vecna is dead.” Is Nancy who speaks, looking both relieved and tired. “He burned to ashes.”

“Billy is back.” You can't help but burst out, a laugh escaping your lips. “I followed the plan. When Dustin was safe, I went to my old house. Eddie came with me and... He was there.”

“What?!” Steve exclaims, eyebrows furrowed. “How's that even possible?”

“Neither of this seems possible,” Billy says, coming from behind then, Maxine walking next to him. “But here we are.”

They all look as if they saw a ghost, but as Billy walks over to you, they smile. “This mission was a complete success,” Nancy adds, and you nod.

“Yeah, yeah. I don't know about any of you,” Robin speaks up. “But I need a shower. And... Cheeseburgers. Yes, a bunch of cheeseburgers.”

Everyone agrees, and so you start to move. Billy, Maxine, and Eddie come to your place to shower and change, and on the way, Max tells you how Eleven helped her, and that she's coming back to Hawkins with Mike and Jonathan.

Everything is good and all, but after some time, you and Billy excuse yourselves. You're both tired, and you just want to be alone.

After you're all clean from the Upside Down - after Billy making it clear he didn't like it one bit that you gave Eddie his clothes - the party arrives with more cheeseburgers you could eat. But you don't complain. How could you? Dustin comes out with a plan to clean Eddie's name, which will be implemented tomorrow.

Once in your bedroom, Billy climbs on the bed, breathing deeply. “I can't remember the last time I felt warm. Or full. Or safe.”

Smiling, you lie down next to him, propping yourself up on an elbow. “I love you.” It's the most important thing to say now. “You said you love me before dying... And I didn't have time to say it back. So I'm saying it now. I love you.”

Billy's eyes start to glisten with tears. “You saved me before I saved you. You know that, right?” You nod. “Come here.” Without thinking twice, you snuggle onto him, your head on his chest as you let yourself cry. Billy doesn't say anything, he just holds you, caressing your head. “I won't leave you again, I promise. Well, maybe when I'm very, very old...” It makes you giggle.

“If we're still together then...”

“Look at me.” He asks, and you raise your head just enough to look into his eyes. “I want you. Forever.”

“Billy...”

“I want to have a life with you. To grow old with you. That monster almost stole that from me. But now that I got a second chance, I won't blow it. Be my girlfriend, (Y/N). And my wife, as soon as we can make it happen.”

You're crying all over again, hiding your face on his chest.

“So... I really need an answer, you know...”

“Yes, silly!” You yell, moving to lie on top of him, crashing your lips to his, and stealing a long, warm, passionate kiss. “Yes, yes, yes.” You keep saying in between kisses, feeling blissful in his arms, knowing they will be around you for years to come.

After some more minutes of talking, you both fall asleep quickly. And when the morning comes, you feel blissful all over again, to find Billy sleeping next to you.

He won't be fading away, not this time. Never again.

•••

Two months later, the heat had finally kicked in. You're in the crowd, in a light blue dress, fanning yourself.

Billy blows at your neck, making you giggle. “Fresh?”

“A little.” You say with a smile.

“It's him now. It's him!” Dustin says, and everyone turns to the stage.

“Mr. Edward Munson.” The principal calls, and off he goes to the stage, in his green graduation gown, to take his diploma.

Everyone is silent, politely watching... Everyone but the party, and his D&D friends. You're all clapping and yelling, and when Eddie gives the principal the finger, you can't help but laugh. “I can't believe he really did it.” You say.

“Guy is crazy,” Billy tells you, and you nod.

But today is not only about Eddie's graduation. It's also a day to say goodbye. So, after a party at the trailer park, with the party finally complete, you say your goodbys, hugging everyone.

“Be careful. And call. Every day.” Joyce says, before kissing your forehead. She doesn't know if she'll go back to California yet, but you don't think she will. But if she does, you're sure she will be visiting you in Santa Monica very often.

“I will, I promise.”

After hugging one by one, you stop before Eddie. “Thank you, Eddie. For helping me find Billy. And for everything else.”

He smiles, pulling you into a bear hug. “You better visit, okay? I'll miss you.”

“Don't worry. I'll come for the holidays.”

“Good.” He kisses your cheek, and then, he looks at Billy. “I'll let you go before his stare kills me.”

Giggling, you walk around the car, pulling the door open. “Anything crazy happens, call me right away, okay? We'll come.”

“We will,” Dustin says, and you get inside the car.

“Ready, princess?” Billy asks, and you take a deep breath.

“Ready.” Then, he starts the car, and soon enough you're looking back, waving at the family you're leaving behind.

Billy takes your hand. “Don't cry. They'll be visiting us in three months.”

But they are not behind. They'll always be your chosen family, who helped you through the darkest times. Already, there are plans for vacations, either here or in California, because nobody wants this family to break apart. And it won't.

“These are tears of joy, B.” Leaning over, you kiss him. “For the future. The future I could only dream of for eight months... Now it's here. It started.”

“You and I, princess.” One more kiss and you cross the city's limits... Heading to California.

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morgansunflower · 2 years

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What Batman Doesn't Know 2/2

Requested tags: @too-strong-to-lose

Batman! Damian X Pregnant! Reader

Batmom! Reader

Warnings:explicit language, suggestive content, morning sickness.

Words:1151

Arthur's notes! Batfam age reverse Bruce Wayne is dead so some major angst.

Batman finds out.

I open my eye's squinting from the daylight. I blink adjusting to the brightened sun shining through the double window from the left side of the room. I feel my body laying on the bed, the blanket laid on me below my chest. I lift my head and sit up. I'm wearing my f/c nightgown. I look, Damian no where to be seen. I slightly roll my eyes with irritation. I could have told him! I then realized when he held me in his, arm's. It was the closet we've been in weeks. Dammit I wish he'd hold me. I then feel my impending headache mixed with nausea and sore breast. I groan in annoyance. I lay my head down. I hear the door knocking.

"come in" I said

The door opens I smile sitting upward and lean against the pillows. I see, my adopted son Jason. His face straight, and breathes swift. Before I could ask him what's wrong he swiftly spoke.

"ok, so listen I'm gonna be straight up with you. Dick, told me you're pregnant so I have to be cool and all that shit. Are you really pregnant? Or is the kid, trying to make me be nicer to him"

I sigh. Two of my kid's and Alfred know and not my husband. Splendid. Well he's eventually gonna find out "yeah, Jay.. I'm pregnant"

He takes a deep breath in relief "fuck that's a relief. I can't believe.. I mean you and Damian--" he shivers "gross"

"such a horrid thought" I chuckled "and watch the language, Kid"

"damn" I raise my eyebrow he rolls his eye's "I know, I know but can we please talk about something else?!" he demanded, he sighs "you need anything Ma?"

"no I'm good thanks though. Want to keep me company?" I ask patting on the free spot beside me

He shrugged his right shoulder "sure"

Usually, Jason would plop himself on the bed as we would read together for hours. Though instead he carefully crawled onto the bed. He sat next to me. I place my hand on his head and ruffle his hair. He softly smiled and rolled his eyes. He always tried to hide his kind side.

"so when do I get to meet, lil' trouble maker"

"hmm, I'm roughly 14 weeks. So we got 25 weeks left but it'll be time to see, the baby before you know it"

He gently nodded in response, he takes a deep breath "is this one of those secret things. Cause we all know Grayson can't keep a secret to save the poor kids life. I mean I already know"

"it is a 'secret thing'. I want to tell, Damian and then tell everyone else. If I even get the chance to"

"he's in the Bat-cave. Doing whatever the hell--" he lifts his hand telling me to not scold him "heck Bat's does. Hey can I be there? Because I am burning with curiosity on how he's going to react"

"nope" I answered

"Aww come on, Ma" he childishly begged

I laugh and kiss his head. I need a, snack!

"well I'm going to go get something to eat!" I announced

"can I get it for you? What are you craving for?" he offered

"oh its OK I have to look for myself anyway"

I get out of my bed and I open the door.. Dick, Stephanie, Tim, Cassandra and Barbara all ran away from the door. I sigh deeply. They all know.

"alright kids come back here!" I ordered

They each came back with dramatic innocent smiles. I need to sprint to, Damian before anyone accidentally tells him. This family can not keep a secret. Narrow-minded of me to think I could have kept the secret from my loving children any longer. They all stood with a mixture of guilt and excited faces.

"congrats, Y/N" Barbara innocently said

"thank you, Babs"

"I can't believe--" I cut Stephanie's enthusiasm off

"sweetie, I am talking to Dami first. Speaking of which I'm going to go talk to him now. I want you all to stay away from the Bat-cave"

I go to the Bat-cave. I did not see, Damian anywhere. I sigh in defeat. I call my husband. He answered on the phone.

-"beloved"

"where you off to? I was wanting to talk to you"

-"tt, I'm foolish for forgetting. Forgive me. I shall be home after the meeting at Wayne Tower"

"I understand. I love you"

-"and I you"

He hung up. Well that didn't go as planned. When does anything ever go to plan. During lunch time I sat on the chair in front of the table. With my daughter's and my son's. As we ate dinner my mind lingers to telling, Damian the news. I'm so nervous.

"mom, deep breath" Cass said softly

I softly smile to my daughter doing as she instructed.

"thank you, dear"

I then feel my breath hitch seeing my husband. He's here. Tell him! I can't just blurt it out! All eye's on Damian. He cleared his throat obviously uncomfortable with all the attention. He sits among his chair. The kids go back to eating though I can't stop looking at Damian. Is now a good time? How well he react?

"you needed to discuss some important matters with me" he bluntly said

"I'd rather speak in private with you" I answered

"very well" he muttered

After the awkward silence during lunch, Damian and I step to our room. I shut the bedroom door behind us. It's simple just tell him. Though it's not simple. I turn his arms folded as if preparing for my perhaps what he may think argument. So I'm just going to say it.

"Damian, I'm going to have a.. A baby" his face unreadable as he seemed to be frozen in place ".. Like I'm pregnant"

I wait and wait my heart pounding. Please don't be mad or upset. Damian, smiles he genuinely smiles. My heart melts as I gasp, he's happy. He's not mad. He then began to cry.

"oh Damian" I said with tearful eyes

I then started to cry unable to stop the tears. Damian, hugs me gently. I wrap my arms around him fighting my tears. He parts and lifts my shirt above my small but now evident bump. He places his hand on my bump covering it with his large hand. The moment is nearly too much to bear as I am holding sobs back.

"I've been blind, Beloved"

He moves his hand to my hip and places a gentle kiss on my abdomen.

"I love you, Damian"

He softly smiled uncaring of his tears. He leans up touching my chin and kisses me gently. He parts cupping my cheeks.

"thank you" he heavily said, placing his forehead on my own "thank you for giving me such a wonderful life"

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just imagining a world where everyone thinks they're Tim's first 😊

Dick falling in lust while training a brand new Robin, still fresh with grief and self-loathing after Jason (Robin is my legacy to protect)

Bruce finally caving and seeking comfort from the one that has never condescended to him while he was at his lowest (this is MY Robin and I won't let anything near the ones I care for again)

Steph trying to convince her one track mind Robin boyfriend to let his guard down... Kon being eager to teach freaky smart Tim a thing or two.... Roy??? (sidenote oml RoyTim is a fav of mine and I'd love to know your take on them!!) ... Jason stalking Tim and feeling like he has to show him how limited his trust should be (aka love me! choose me! pick me! loll) ... maybe Clark or Hal or anyone else from the JL?

just all the heroes/antiheroes maybe even villains all being like... sweet, virginal Tim... someone has to love/protect/fuck him like he deserves

and then Tim's first is actually someone no one considered... idk what's the most shocking? Robin!Jason? or Jack? maybe a babysitter or childhood friend or something

!!!!!!! oooooo YESS THIS!!! presumed virgin!tim!!!

he says stuff, like 'i'm not ready for that quite yet' or 'i don't think this is the time/place' and it makes people think he's a virgin because he puts it off so much. plus tim is so attractive, a nicely androgynous look with a sweet face so he appeals to all ends of the spectrum- there's no way he hasn't gotten offers before. but then he gives into them. and they all think they're tim's first!!!!

dick, it's when they're training. things are getting kind of hot and heavy and he's not in the best place. he's in charge of expanding tim's flexibility during his robin training and tim's doing a good job. he's making these low soft sounds as he falls deeper into a stretch and dick he....his engagement with kory has been called off. jason is in the ground, the robin mantle has been empty for awhile and now its being filled by tim and dick he...he never did this sort of thing with jason. the only time he came to the manor was to scream at bruce and then leave. he never gave jason, robin, the time of day. and it cuts deep because he created robin and then he left him to struggle. he left a robin to learn to fly on his own and now he was dead.

dick doesn't even notice he's crying, not until gently hands are wiping his tears away with a soft towel and a soft voice is fussing over him. tim's hands are so warm and soft. the palms are reddened and developing callouses so they're still a bit soft. chalk coats his palm and leve white ghost handprints on dick's dark clothing. the thing that gets to dick is how gentle tim is with him. carefully tilting his head up and patting at the tears going down dick's face. his pretty pink lips are getting bitten on as he focuses, his big doe-like eyes are blinking dark pretty lashes at him and when tim's face drifts close...dick can't help himself. he leans in for a kiss and tim freezes.

dick wants to pul back and apologize, excuse himself and beat himself up about what the fuck he was thinking in the care. he knows that depression alters a person's mental state, makes them behave and think in manners they wouldn't if they were better. dick knows he depressed even without seeing a doctor about it and its that knowledge alone that should be the reason he removes himself from the situation but he doesn't. he stays. and eventually, tim kisses him back.

dick fucks him gently on those mats. he feels tim pant and gasp against his neck, feels his his scrambling for purchasing and digging nails into the back of dick's workout shirt. dick fucks with all the contianed grief and pain he's kept inside for months. he cums into tim with a sick mix of a sob and groan and apologies spilling out of his lips like oil flowing out of his mouth. 'oh god im sorry im so sorry im so so sorry'. bruce is out with alfred for gala and they're not scheduled to return for several more hours.

tim holds him, murmurs reassurances and lets dick cry in his chest until he gets hard again. he looks up at tim with tear filled eyes.

tim stares at him the same way dick imagined jesus would look at his disciples. with tender care and understanding. dick fucks him again and he's careful, he tries to make it good, tries to draw out tim's little sounds and tender moans. when tim's head tilts back like he really likes something, dick does it again. he does it until tim arches up and clenches around him. then dick follows him.

dick hopes it was good, that tim looks back on his first time with a sobbing, trembling mess of a man and still considers it good.

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it's after a hard night that bruce gives in.

it's been a bad week, a bad month really. case after case after case. people that bruce had put away when he'd started as batman are being put out on parole and they haven't changed at all. Arkham decided to switch security systems without informing the GCPD and now a third of the non-violent offenders were wandering through the city. organized crime was up to their usual shit but made worse with a new family from the west coast trying to branch their business into Gotham.

bruce is slipping. relapsing again. the lulling voice of the liquor locked in a cabinet is becoming too alluring. it's getting harder to get out of bed again and when he does he just feels so tired. on the streets he's hitting harder. not pulling his punches as much.

tim has been away for three days for some overnight school trip and its on the second day he was supposed to be gone that tim finds him lounging beside the batmobile in civilian clothes.

he stares at bruce, suit dirtied, knuckles wet with drying blood.

bruce expect disappointment, a shaking head like of course he couldn't be left alone, maybe even a blank stare.

instead, tim's brows furrow in worry and he shepherds bruce to the batmobile.

bruce tries asking what tim's doing when he's supposed to be away and tim waves it away, says something about the hotel the students were staying in being a short train ride away and he'd had a feeling when bruce didn't text him goodnight like he always did.

and bruce falters.

tim sensed something was wrong with him and sought him out.

he caught onto a change in bruce's behavior and out of concern for him, took a train in the middle of the night to gotham just to check on him.

he could've called and bruce would've picked up. he could've texted and bruce would've responded.

but he'd come instead.

and bruce...he...he's not sure why it fills him with so much emotion to know that tim would reach out to him like that.

bruce is sitting in the batmobile before he knows it. tim is in the passenger side and he's turning up the heating, the hot air blowing on bruce's chilled skin. tim is rubbing his hands and cupping them, blowing hot air between them and that's when bruce realizes how lightly tim is dressed. thin, blue, cotton pajama bottoms and a black zip up hoodie. he's wearing mint green crew socks tucked into the school-issue uniform sneakers.

tim's gentle hands peel the gloves off bruce's bloodied gloves and tim makes a soft mournful sound at the sight of bruce's bruised knuckles. bruce's gloves are padded and normally his hands are unscathed. it's a testament to how hard he was throwing his punches.

bruce wants to slump down in his seat. wants the clawing empty feeling in his gut to go away.

tim brushes a soft thumb over his knuckles and starts massaging his hand. tim's fingers are ice cold and he's humming a soft song as he works his fingers into the hard lines of bruce's palm.

this isn't the first time that tim has cared for him. it's not the first time that tim has chased him to make sure he wasn't hurt after a bout of recklessness. and everytime tim treats him with kindess, with care. gentle hands handling all the broken edges of bruce.

maybe it's the soft mumurs, the careful hands, or the warm air blowing on them. maybe it's the quiet of the street or the voices in th back of his head that beg him to seek some kind of relief from his pained existence.

the voices that bruce usually pays no mind to.

but that night, in the batmobile.

bruce listens.

the thin pajama pants and tim's underwear come off easily, exposing his little cunt to bruce. his hole is tight and tim gasps, hips jolting when bruce thrusts in one the fingers from the bare hand that tim peeling the glove off of. they're in the backseat, the only place in the batmobile that will allow bruce to lay tim down.

bruce doesn't want to hurt him. he doesn't.

he takes his time and stretches tim's pussy out carefully. he rips packets of lube and slips on a condom that he usually carries around in case he meets selina.

he doesn't think he can ever carry them around without thinking of how hot and tight tim was when he first pressed in. he felt the batears getting grabbed by tim's hands as bruce pressed in, sinking as much as he could until he bottomed out.

bruce has never fucked with the cowl on. he always had to take it off because no one wanted batman, they didn't care for him not like how bruce did. everyone wanted him to be bruce more than they wanted him to be batman even though bruce was weak. bruce was pathetic. bruce gave into his impulses.

bruce was fucking tim but wearing the face of the bat.

the bat that tim had done everything he could to save.

sacrificing his body, his mind- giving everything he could to batman and still offering more.

tim cums quickly. bruce's fingers on his clit squeeze pleasure out of him and groan at the tight vice of his cunt around his cock.

bruce fucks short, hard thrusts into tim until he's spilling into the condom.

he heaves his breathes and looks down at tim whose hair is spread around him like a halo and whose eyes are so bright and glittering as they stare at bruce with adoration.

"batman" he murmurs softly, awe in his voice as his gentle hand strokes down the side of bruce's cowl and reaches his cheek, cupping it.

even without a mask, without his suit. bruce knows without a doubt that person lying under him is robin.

his robin.

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yes!!! to all your other suggestions as well!!!!!

kon and tim grow close as friends and i can definitly imagine them cleaning up after a Titan's celebration. it's just them, they're a little tipsy and kon invites tim back to his room half as a joke and half serious but then tim says yes.

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roy and tim would cross paths because they have mutual contacts. i think jason would give tim roy's number as a contact for someone who can do discreet work and has a hell of a mind for reverse engineering weapons. and tim. stumbles across what seems like an alien gun for one of his cases and he remembers roy's number. and tim ends up in the middle of this studio watching as his expertly dismantles this thing tim hasn't been able to figure out for week. and tim gets...excited. he's always had a thing for competence. and roy takes note of his red cheeks, his darting eyes following the lines of his tattoos and muscles and he...well he shows off a little for the kid. flexes, gives him the look and is filled with amusement when the little robin stutters and gets flustered.

someone it ends up with roy's pants undone, fly down, and jeans lowered to just under his ass as he fucked a gasping, squirming little baby bird on his work bench. roy can't fumble out a condom in time and ends up spilling a load in jay birds kid brother and between a mind numbing orgasm all he can feel is a mix of panicked fear and pride at the fact that he'll die for taking tiny tim's virginity.

side note I LOVE roytim!!!! fics on it are so rare but i think i've read about all of them. the most hilarious scene i can recall is this one where jason walks in on tim and roy making out:

“You really did get hit in the head.”

Roy reared back so sharply he might’ve pulled something, narrowly avoiding getting hit in the face with the controller Tim was still holding in the hand not currently dislodging his hair from his scalp. Ow.

Jason looked supremely unimpressed, where he stood in the doorway with his arms folded.

“Not that I’d expect you to be a shining paragon of morality, Harper, but really? The feeble and infirm? That’s low, even for you.”

He was at least ninety-nine percent likely to be armed, Roy realized. Probably more, since the big bat was out of town. This was the day he would die.

“Alright, up you get. Let’s go, one on one, square up.” Jason slipped into a ready stance, as Cassandra peeked around the doorframe."

-From Guns For Hire, Shoot You With Desire by chronicallyHaughty

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jason's a bit unique where i think it would happen after they've developed a more stable relationship. one where they're more brotherly than enemies which makes jason feel all kinds of awkward when he finds himself stalking tim.

finding out where he hangs out and with who. who he's seeing if he's seeing anyone.

jason clenches his fists and watches as some douchebag 'bro' takes his brother out on a date and trys planting a fat wet one on him without even waiting for dessert.

it's not planned. jason would like for that much to be on record. he wasn't creeping on timmy and trying to manipulate him or take advantage of him at his lowest like he was an injured water buffalo.

it's after a hard patrol and they've retreated to jason's apartment. jason has sent the kid off for a shower and offered he bed for the night so he doesn't crash his bike while trying to nurse his injuries. he comes out smelling like jason's dollar store shampoo and bodywash, he's in an old muscle tee that shows off the edge of his little tits and a pair of old boxers so big they're basically falling off.

tim helps wrap jason's injuries after he'd has his turn in the shower and they're so close. the smell of disinfectant between them and the quiet snip of bandages being cut with a pair of shears.

they both down a few painkillers and something to help them rest easy and then they look up and stare at each other's eyes and...

jason feels a bit guilty that the kid's first time is on a ratty couch in the middle of jason's living room. it's sloppy and uncoordinated and they're both being so careful trying not to jostle the other's injuries. jason's orgasm is followed by the startled gasp of tim and the realization that he's popped a stitch. tim cums covered in jason's blood and tilting his head back to show off the expanse of his white throat the reddened line of the scar cutting across it.

they pant together, both wincing occasionally and trying to drowsily sew jason back together before the shit they took for sleep kicks in and knocks them both out before they can finish.

it does they wake up to tim's pussy leaking jason's cum and part of the mess dried on his inner thighs and crusty blood from jason's cut painting both them and the couch.

tim helps him clean up and jason awkwardly apologizes for the mess (both of them).

but tim just smiles and shyly looks away before saying it was fine. tim still had a good time.

and jason....shit jason believes him.

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any members of the justice league i feel would definitly do it with tim on an outerspace mission where batman isn't there.

a sort of 'fuck or i'll die situation'.

maybe a ritual on an alien planet. getting infected with spores. something where the leaguer is in the position of either having to fuck batman's protege or letting him die and being the one to tell batman about it.

and they do it. because they're the senior officer on the mission and robin is their responsibility so they'll do it in order to get him back saefly and mostly unharmed.

they'll apologize the whole time. tell tim he can close his eyes and imagine someone else. and tim reassures them the whole time. tell them he understands and its alright, it's alright he knows why they're doing it.

they never tell batman. they omit the detail about taking robin's virginity on the mission and they tell no one, not their friends, not other leaguers, not their spouses. they keep it between them and they're not sure if what they feel is guilt when they remember how tim sobbed under them, gasping and arching and taking them so well.

some nights they dream and they remember the pretty twist of tim's face, the way his wet mouth had parted, the sloppy wetness gushing from his pussy, the gutted 'hhnn hnnnn nngh' sounds that sang out of him.

they keep it to themselves and they never tell a soul.

until some magic shit happens because it's always fucking magic.

multidimensional collapses, the universe is folding in on itself blah blah blah.

they need a lamb, a stand-in sacrifice that meets specific requirements for purity of heart or some nonsense. it turns out the third robin fits the bill perfectly for milestones and title achievements. so constantine, zatanna, and a few others raid the kid's childhood bedroom looking for ingredients.

they manage to dig out some first bone (baby teeth), the blood of a beloved 'friend' (stuffing from an old teddy bear), as well as a bunch of other 'technically correct' things that register as acceptable for standards of magic but they need a final thing.

'essence of virgin' would usually just mean blood taken from a person who has never had their blood involved in a magic ritual before. but red robin is friends with lots of magic users and his virgin ritual blood has long been used up.

in which case they would need the blood of another person to serve as a replacement.

the blood of the person he first exchanged essences with.

and the leaguer freezes along with the rest of the room at zatanna's careful phrasing.

constantine is nowhere near as delicate when he clarifies that she means they need the blood of the person the kid first orgasmed with.

exhange of 'essences' and all that.

and the leaguer is already saying his prayers, hoping batman will at least let him explain first.

instead. red robin just lets out a short 'oh!' followed by a 'i think i have his number, hold on let me text him'.

and that's when they find out about red robin's favorite counselor from summer camp.

"you lost your virginity to him?"

nightwing's voice is tensed and there's a line in his body that promises retribution as red robin pulls up old photos of (much too young) himself getting his cheek kissed by some sun-tanned, blond-haired teenager that looked like a future frat boy.

"huh?" red robin replied with confusion, head tilted with so much innocent confusion. "no? constantine said the first one i exchanged essences with? he's just the first person that ever made me cum."

the leaguer nearly guffaws with the frankness and a look around the room reveals that a lot of people are as taken aback by the news.

xxxx

i made a thread earlier today about tim having fucked his summer camp counselors and while writing this it still hadn't left my head 😩😩😩

i couldn't come up with a more in depth ending but i hope this small snippet of how i think it played out was alright!!!!

i LOVED the prompt, the drama, the stress, the want, and then an ultimate reveal!!! it was amazing!!! thank you so much for sending it in!!!! <33333333

#anonymous #asks #answered asks

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via-rant · 10 months

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Anyone wanna hear about the AU I came up with that I'll never finish where Leo's mom has been alive this whole time without his knowledge, but she's been working with Gaea? Well, here you go!!

Okay! So basics, Gaea "saved" her from the fire and tried to convince her to work for her, but she always refused. So she kind of kept her in a weird underground prison until she agreed because it was the only way to see if Leo was safe. (He was at camp by this time.) She became a guard after training and gave the other prisoners food, and watched them to make sure they didn't escape. She moved up after that and is now Gaea's right hand, going out on missions to capture people to recruit and whatnot. But she's so sweet that she convinced so many people to join and regrets it now because there's so many people her son has to fight now. She didn't want to show herself before because she didn't know how he would react, but now she has too.

Leo has a multitude of guns as his weapon but uses the shotgun that Piper turned down. Here's a little snippet of when I started writing it.

Tw: Pan!c attack

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When the helmet came off, Leo pointed his gun at their head, but he froze when she turned around.

"Wait, I'm not a threat!!" She yelled, and the others stopped.

"How do we know we can trust you?" Percy asked in exasperation. She started thinking of a way to explain as Leo tried to breathe, taking deep breaths. She was saying something, but everything was muffled. She looked different. Short hair, full black body suit, robotic arm, and the side of her neck had burn scars. His hands shook, and he dropped his gun his breathing faster. Jason looked at him.

It's not real. He thought, but she was there. Everyone could see her. And touch her. They fought her. She was looking at him.

It's not real. He tried again, breathing faster and faster and faster, but he couldn't look away. Everyone else noticed and tried to help but ended up arguing, no one paying attention to the woman. She tried to walk to him but he picked up his gun and pointed it at her. He was angry now, still a little shaky but mostly just confused.

His head suddenly started hurting, and he felt tired. Oh God, what was happening? He just knew he couldn't move. His ears were ringing now. Then he dropped the gun again, vision blurry, head aching, and passed out.

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Frank caught him before he hit the ground, carrying him bridal style and rushing him over to the infirmary. Percy glared at the woman pointing his sword at her again.

"What did you do to him?!"

"Nothing, I-"

"Bullshit. He was fine before you showed up." Annabeth said, putting her knife to her throat as she backed away, her back hitting the edge of the ship.

"I didn't think he'd react like this! I… I didn't really think about how he would react, I just assumed. Ay dios mio, I'm sorry. I should've approached this better." She said, and they looked at her in confusion.

"Who are you?" Piper asked. She looked like she was going to cry.

"I'm his mother." It was frozen for a good five seconds before Piper glared. "Push her off."

"What?!" Percy.

"Yeah, what?!" Esperanza yelled.

"I'm fine with it." Annabeth said, but Jason stopped her from taking another step. "Why?!"

"Dude, you serious?!"

"Yeah! Push her off!" Hazel yelled as if it was obvious, and Jason groaned.

"Okay! No look, even if it is her, somehow, she said she wanted to help!" He yelled, and they looked at him like he was insane.

"Okay, she could be lying about that too, but she might not be. What if it is her? It's not likely, no, but there's still a possibility. She'd die without getting a chance to explain herself. Besides, it might be more confusing for Leo." They relaxed at that, and Piper sighed.

"So? What do we do?"

"We'll tie her up. Leave her in the stables."

"Stables?"

"Yeah, we didn't think we'd be capturing dead people, so no cells."

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That's all. Idk what to put here! Enjoy your thoughts!

#hoo #heros of olympus #leo valdez #esperanza valdez #piper mclean #jason grace #frank zhang #hazel levesque #percy jackson #annabeth chase

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onthecourtbugs · 2 years

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Nash trying to win over uninterested y/n? It’s not like she hates him but more of, “who even are you?” Type energy,😅.

Try Harder Next Time

Pairing: Nash Gold Jr. x Reader Warning(s): This is short 😭

A/N: This took so long, you wouldn't believe how I McStruggled just to make this much because I couldn't stop thinking about Jason stuff askdnaldfsnsr I'm sorryyyyyyy!!!!!

Summary: Nash trying to spit game but it's not very effective 🤔

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It could have been the matchup of the century.

You came into the gym looking fine with your girls.

Nash came into the gym looking fly with his boys.

The perfect five-on-five group, like the T-Birds and the Pink Ladies from Grease.

Everyone in the establishment was predicting this glorious alliance, okay?

And it sort of happened?

Everybody seamlessly melded together after a while, until the only two left unpaired were you and Nash.

But there was a small, teeny tiny, itty bitty problem…

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No matter how hard homeboy tried to get that number, you kept saying no 💀

Which. What? How does that even happen?

It doesn’t happen. Not to Nash-freaking-Gold Jr!

The man whose name was legendary on every court.

The guy who could command space without even speaking.

The drop-dead gorgeous fella with the pretty green eyes?!

Is any of this ringing a bell?!?!?!

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The thing about predictions? They only specialize in telling what should happen and can’t actually promise what will.

Nash knew what should be happening.

You should be finding him irresistible.

You should be hanging off his every word.

You should be coughing up that number!

But the only thing happening was Nash being utterly (albeit graciously) shut down.

Not that you were disgusted with his advances by any means.

Nah, this here was cute.

You refused to let your head even point in his direction at any given time, but you regarded him curiously with your eyes, looking him up and down.

He was tall and good-looking. Definitely knew it.

And you knew he thought he was killing it right now which was, um. Hilarious?

He really thought he could have you swooning cuz he batted them pretty eyelashes and dropped a name you had never heard of before today?

Chile please, the only thing he had was you thinking you should come to the gym more often cuz this boy’s performance was better than Netflix.

And that’s what was driving him bonkers!

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I don’t think he’s wanted to chase a girl this hard since kindergarten!

Then again, it was hard to remember the last time he had to chase a girl this hard.

It was frustrating, true enough, but also kinda energizing?

You clearly weren’t picking up what he was putting down, but his pride wasn’t going to let him give up just yet and he had to admit he was feeling this challenge.

The demure yet teasing one-word answers to his questions.

The tongue-in-cheek reactions to anything he threw at you.

The way you were coincidentally getting “bored” with whatever equipment you were using so you excused yourself and switched locations.

And yet, the one time you looked at Nash dead on, there was a certain gleam in your eye that seemed to say keep going, I wanna see what else you can come up with.

Had him TROTTING after you to the treadmill!

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Did he even register that the more time he spent with you, the more danger he was in?

Nah.

He was too busy admiring the way you tried not to laugh at him but couldn’t hide your smile.

Look at you, jogging on that treadmill in your cute outfit and looking at him from the corner of your eye when you thought he wouldn’t notice.

But you ultimately emerged with the final say.

Homeboy was baffled that he didn’t get the digits by the time you left. He was lucky to get a handshake goodbye 😭.

But through his boys, who had considerably better luck with their girls than he'd had, he learned that you were going to be back next week and was filled with a renewed determination. That was just enough time to practice some new material~

#courtsidehcs #courtsideasks #knb #courtsidewith #courtsidewithng #nash gold jr.#nash gold jr x reader #knb nash

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governmentcoverups · 2 years

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Season 4 vol 2 spoilers kinda (random thoughts or things that happened idk read if your bored.)

So what duffers, you were just queerbaiting all along? The parallels, the byler evidence, all of it for nothing? Before volume 2 I had no doubt about byler and I 100% thought it was gonna be cannon but the love confession threw me off and I'm in tears rn, byler has been one of my #1 ships since last year. I can't imagine how other bylers feel who have been in the fandom since the beginning of the show. The 210+ page slides of byler? Mike pinning, the Mike voice, 'crazy together', Everything just for it to be nothing?

I don't understand, I had so much hope and I wasn't prepared for that scene. I went in there thinking Mike couldn't say it. What throws me off is how Mike says he loved el since they first met, but then Mike pushed el away because he thought she lied about finding will at the quarry. Also heros playing during that one song line when hugging his mom?

Obviously there's a theory about Mike only liking El when she looks like a boy but idk. Bylers, do not lose hope, maybe there's a ton of proof in season 4.

Atleast we got half host will in Hawkins. That to me makes me a bit happy. It disappointed me though, I feel like it was an average season, not really that dark to me like the duffers were saying. Also will didn't come out. We were left on the weirdest cliff hanger.

Did you see how the romantic pairings were at the end when el is picking up the dead flower? J0pp3r, byler and j4ncy, idk could be a coincidence because I don't really believe in those pairing things that much.

It's disappointing to me how I woke up early yesterday morning due to a family matter and couldn't go back to sleep and I'm still not the tiniest bit tired - I've been up for like 24 hours.

Poor Eddie, atleast he died a hero. I think max is gonna be okay because everyone else who was put into a coma was okay, like Henry and if I remember correctly El was put into one too.

Around 2:58-59am before stranger things me and my friend were up waiting for it over text and I said I was having hiccups because I was and she had them too and right at 3am they stopped, that was weird. tell me If you had them too so like we know the duffers sold their soul or sum - im jk but the hiccup thing is weird.

Also I was crying over the love confession when my cat started to meow and I was like whatt? Because I thought she needed food or something and no, there was a frog and it was wet and it basically came out of the middle of nowhere, I'm not joking.

The way Mike didn't notice will was basically sobbing when he gave the painting - why not comfort your friend or ask why he's crying, or did he understand? Jonathan definitely understood and why bring up the Lego thing to talk about it?

Also Jason is just deed now? He got ripped apart by the gate😗✌

I really want will to be a villain now, from how obvious his feelings are and how heartbroken he was in s3 and like tryna hide it or sum in s4(honestly I saw him being a shipper but I didn't think it was gonna be like that) he deserves his actual villain arc but I don't think we'll get it since nothing good ever happens for us. And plus the timing is probably gonna skip like a week or so because of the big gate around Hawkins unless nothing happens but vecnas gonna strike again.

Also am I the only person missing how El brought Max back to life? Also what's with her now? The new her is cool and stuff but kinda scares me cause idk what she's doing. Go girlboss😘

Thanks Noah for trolling, we were rooting for you anyways

I think im gonna take a shower from all the stuff on my long sleeves and I might wash clothes to wear my sweet silk pjs. Wish you bylers luck. Thanks for coming to my (i hope your enjoying your chicken) ted talk.

#stranger things 4 #byler #byler tumblr #brainrot #random thoughts #straight from the heart #will byers #will byers villain arc #host will byers #cause i said so #wish yall fellow bylers luck for season 5

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moonlightswritingandstuff · 6 months

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thirteen rules for being a demigod

Welcome to Camp Half-Blood. I'm your older sibling, and I've seen that you already have been told the basics - thanks for that, Kayla - but there's another thing you should know. The thirteen rules for being a demigod. Or, what you need to know.

just realized i forgot to post this so here it is

trigger warnings: mentions and discussions of death of minors, death in general, and neglectful parents, but it's not worse than the percy jackson series as a whole, so in this case, if you read the series, you can read this.

read on ao3!

1. You're a soldier first and a person second. You are a nameless soldier among many, just another soldier fighting. Your efforts will be laid to waste over time, and by a few centuries from now, it doesn't matter what your name is or who you fought. The ones you fought came back, anyways. For every monster you kill, there's always more. Every monster comes back. It is your job to fight them, by birth and nothing else. You'll learn to live to fight and fight to live, and you might even enjoy it in time. Soldiers are what we are, there's no sugar coating it.

2. If you don't trust, you're dead. Trust everyone at camp. They are your fellow soldiers. If you don't trust them completely, you're dead. If you're caught with them and manticores and lastrygonians, and you don't trust them completely, you will both die. Don't make that mistake. If you can't trust them with your secrets, you have to at least trust them with your life. Or you die. Please. Don't argue, just trust us.

3. Heroes come a dime a dozen. There are seven Greek heroes in our generation - Percy, Annabeth, Thalia, Piper, Jason, Leo, Nico. Everyone else gets caught in the wayside. You will not be a hero. Percy Jackson might be, but you will not be. Heroes are rare; you will not be one of them. Well, we're all heroes in our own way, but heroes that myths are made of? Neither of us will ever be one.

4. You’re probably going to die before you turn fourteen. Demigods don’t live long. Too bad. The rest of us are going to die too. Join the club, I guess. There's not much else to say, but I'd advise getting a will ready - that way, when you do die, you have something concrete to determine who gets what and what you want to say to everyone. We've all been to more funerals than we can count, and I'd rather yours not be one of them, but sometimes these things happen.

5. Your godly parent doesn't care about you. To your godly parent, you're just one of seven, eight children. Gods don't care about mortals - and as much as we like to pretend, we're more mortal than godly. Get used to it. The only ones who care are Dionysus, Poseidon, and Apollo. Aphrodite and Demeter if we stretch it a little. Gods don't care about their children, and their children include you. Sorry, not sorry. The rest of us have to deal with it too, you're not alone, at least.

6. If you're not careful, the mortals around you can die. Look. We've all been there. Monsters can very well interfere with mortal matters, and people can die because of that. If you're in a car and a manticore flips it, everyone else in the car could die too. If you're on the bus and a monster bursts in, the other people could die. Be careful. Don't get too close to mortals. If you do, keep them at arm's length. Look, you can chance it. But don't expect too much. And I'm not entirely certain mortals will ever be able to understand what being a demigod is like.

7. Everyone you meet because of godly matters will probably die before they turn fourteen. Look. We already established you might die before you turn fourteen, but so will everyone else. You all have varying levels of scent, but hey, fourteen's the average for people who come to camp. You're extremely likely to die before you turn eighteen. Every extra day you live after fourteen is a blessing. Keep it. And it's a blessing for those around you, too. We live, we die. Makes you think about mortality more than most.

8. Prophecies screw you over, they really do. All of us hate prophecies. If you get a prophecy, say goodbye to your hopes of college. Hey, you might survive, but it's astronomically low. No, Percy is an outlier. By the way, you're not allowed to hate Rachel because of this. Don't kill the messenger and all that. Rachel can't control it, she became Oracle because who else could? She has the visions and she's mortal - two important points. It's not her fault. However, you can blame Apollo, the Fates, whatever. We're all victims here.

9. Get ready for nightmares. Demigods get nightmares, and those nightmares are pretty bad - sometimes it's like astral projection, others it's visions of the past or the future. It's like our own little fortune-telling, but always negative. They're not pleasant, that's for sure. But you get them, and you can't just stop them. Sorry, but it's just life. Our life, that is. If you wake up sweaty in the middle of the night with a terrible thing on your mind, it's the demigod-ness. At least you can remember them, I guess.

10. You may not be a killer, but you'll have to kill. Sometimes we can't control these things. We are born to be soldiers, and soldiers kill the enemy. Sometimes the enemy isn't human. Sometimes that hurts more. Just be careful. And you'll turn yourself into a soldier soon enough. You'll have to kill. I'm sorry. We all do. If it provides some comfort, none of us like this. If all of us had a choice, we wouldn't be demigods. I'm sorry.

11. You're not alone. Look, all of us came from less-than-ideal conditions. We've been kicked out of schools, our parents are usually single parents. Sometimes we can't talk to them about the monsters. Sometimes they're not alive. Sometimes you have a real evil stepparent. No matter what happens, most of us already know about that. Dyslexia. ADHD. We all have it. All of us demigods have shared experiences that way, and we all have shared ideas of the world at large. You're not the only one of us to experience something.

12. There is hope. Someday, if you survive past eighteen, you can move to New Rome across the country with the Roman demigods - I'm sure I've mentioned them before - and live the rest of your life without ever having to look over your shoulder just in case. Someday, you'll be able to live, not just survive. We all survive so that we may be permitted to live, and that is closer than anyone thinks.

13. Camp is like home. Camp is like a home, here. We're like a weird, pseudo-family. We have your back. Someday we know you'll associate strawberries and late nights with the bonfire with home, someday you'll be able to breath here as easy as ever. This is home, with your half-siblings and your friends and even Chiron and Mr. D - they're kind of like pseudo-parents. I promise, someday this place will feel like a home. I promise.

Got it? Good. Welcome to Camp Half-Blood. Or, alternatively, welcome to a home. Welcome to somewhere you don't have to hide away in, little sibling.

#pjo #camp half blood #hoo #toa #percy jackson and the olympians #heroes of olympus #trials of apollo

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Since St.Luis is a mental hospital, is there like a group therapy for slashers? The meer though makes me laugh!

Author : "Oh yes..They have different psychiatrists taking care of the sessions. But, they do have a favorite: an interesting psychiatrist who moved especially from England to meet them.."

The first time Hannibal Jr. and Jason met was when he picked a fight with one of the other patients.

He had been allowed the visit of a private psychiatrist after his third violent outburst and the hospital had searched for someone who would understand his unusual situation and wouldn't be afraid to approach him..Hannibal Lecter Jr. had appeared as the perfect candidate; his father being a slasher himself.

Jason was sitting in an armchair, waiting anxiously for the doctor to arrive. He had had his fill of doctors and psychiatrists trying to pick his brain and find out what he was or how to help him outgrow his struggles..But, none of them had ever came back. Guess they couldn't handle it ? He wondered how long this one would last..

When Hannibal Jr. opened the door and entered, Jason immediately felt that something was different about. He could feel something was strange, and it was enough for him to raise his eyes to look at him.

Hannibal Jr. didn't look at him however, sitting down in his designated chair and focusing on his notebook instead..until he spoke.

"Tell me, Jason. Do you enjoy being alone ?"

There was no malice behind the question, even though a coldness Jason didn't expect. He didn't answer and when Hannibal Jr. finally raised his gaze, Jason was pinned into place. The man had the deepest and darkest eyes he had ever seen..The eyes of a dead man. Jason had seen them many times before, but not in a living being..It intimidated him. He immediately lowered his eyes and started thinking about it.

Did he enjoy being alone ?

He remembered the many happy moment shared with his parents and finally, shook his head.

"No. I don't want to be alone..", Jason confessed, one single tear rolling down his cheek.

"Then why did you lash out on that nurse today, hmm ?", Hannibal Jr. inquired and Jason looked away guiltily.

"He..made fun of me. I don't like..when people make fun of me."

Jason didn't know why he felt the need to talk, he didn't want to share his feelings with this stranger. But, there was something that made him feel like he could share everything with him. His deepest and darkest secrets buried deep inside of him.

Hannibal Jr. nodded understandingly before writing something else down.

"Yes. I read your file. You had quite the difficult childhood, didn't you ?", he looked up at Jason for confirmation, but didn't receive any.

Hannibal Jr. sighed before putting his notebook away to face Jason fully who was staring fixedly at his lap.

"Do you know why you are alone, Jason ?"

Jason remained silent. Hannibal Jr. continued.

"You are alone, because you are unique. In a few years, everyone will have forgotten about the poor little Jason who couldn't swim and was always bullied by his classmates..They'll remember Jason, the legend, the man who survived and took the chance to redeem himself when he saw it. Your mother and father are not there anymore, Jason. It is time for you to accept it and move on."

Jason's eyes widened at his words and he slowly tilted his head up to stare at Hannibal Jr.'s impassive face. He wasn't mocking or judging. Jason's lower lip trembled and he didn't know how to respond. He had never met a psychiatrist like him.

"But..I miss them...", he finally confessed and broke into tears.

Hannibal Jr. leaned forward and rested his hand on his shoulder.

"I know you do, my boy. But, there are things you can't change. Besides, people—who are still very well alive right now—care about and need you. Are you really going to let them worry about you forever ?"

Jason covered his ears and cried out.

"I'M SORRY ! I'M SORRY !"

Hannibal Jr. frowned—it wasn't the reaction he wanted—before kneeling beside the frightened boy and rested a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"This is where the problem resides, Jason. You need to stop apologizing. And, you need to live your own life, young man."

Jason stopped crying and in a moment of utter loss, he wrapped his arms around the psychiatrist who hadn't expected it.

"I don't know if I can..", the young man finally admitted and Hannibal Jr. smiled affectionately.

"I'm sure you can."

Analysis : Sensitive boy. Lost and confused. Ruled by emotions and instinct. Needs to be watched over closely.

Hannibal Jr. wasn't sure how the meeting would go, as Arthur had already been assessed by many psychiatrists over the years. But, he was surprised by his polite and cool demeanor on their first meeting.

They had shaken hands and Arthur had remained civile for the most part.

They started talking and soon enough, Arthur admitted.

"I killed my mother. A few years back.."

Hannibal Jr. nodded understandingly before writing something down. He then tried to create an emotion link with the patient to gain his trust.

"I lost my mother at a young age too. I miss her. There is no shame in having feelings."

Arthur had an unexpected reaction, he looked up at Hannibal Jr. and smiled, running two fingers along his lips in a thoughtful manner.

Hannibal Jr. felt as he was being studied and straightened himself, not willing to show any sign of weakness in front of the clown.

Arthur tilted his head to the side and finally answered.

"But, this is the problem..I do not miss her. At all. I'm glad she is dead, doc'. She made me who I am. Why would I ever miss her ?"

Hannibal Jr. frowned and shook his head.

"No, M. Joker. She didn't. She forced you to stay polite and incredibly docile for nearly all your life. The person you are today ? He is rebellious, wild, hopeful..It is you. And even if it is not my place to say, your mother would be ashamed of what you've become..And I mean that as a compliment."

Arthur's eyebrows shot up in surprise at the psy's words and he glanced up, finding Hannibal Lecter's unwavering gaze fixed intently on him. He meant every word.

He smiled.

"You—sir—are a very strange man."

Hannibal Jr. didn't hesitate before returning his smile, something close to insanity brightening his gaze on the inmate.

"Well, the feeling is mutual."

Arthur suddenly leaned forward at lightning speed towards Hannibal Jr. to study the psy's eyes and whatever he found in them—it made him retract and laugh.

"Interesting..You didn't even flinch."

Guards barged in and dragged him away, but Hannibal Jr. could still hear his laugh as he picked up his things to leave.

Analysis : Interesting case of sociopathic disorder. Clever. Far clever than he lets on.

Michael Myers was quite the disappointment the first time they met.

Hannibal Jr. tried to talk to him for a good thirty minutes before he was even addressed a glance of acknowledgment.

Thankfully, once he had gotten used to his presence, Michael started shifting a bit from his usual wariness to accepting.

"Do you often worry about being alone, M. Myers ?", Hannibal Jr. asked and Michael—unsurprisingly—didn't answer at first.

He kept staring at him until Hannibal Jr. stopped writing and raised an expectant eyebrow at him—waiting for an answer. He knew Michael couldn't talk, but he was also aware the notebook in his hands allowed him to communicate.

Finally, Michael wrote down one word.

"No."

Hannibal Jr. lips curled upwards. He could respect the man's will to stay private, but it was his job to get to know the man and dig deep into those walls he built around himself.

It was his desire to understand.

So, he insisted.

"Then what are you afraid of ?"

Michael barely flinched at the question and there was a battle in his eyes, a reluctance to answer the psychologist. He could. Hannibal Jr. couldn't force the answer out of him, but his unwavering eyes kept staring at Michael, studying him as his inner conflict slowly came to an end.

He opened his notebook once more to write down with a shaky handwriting.

"Of never being alone.."

He hadn't even noticed that the words had escaped his mouth before he could show the note to Hannibal Jr.

Hannibal Jr. felt great satisfaction as he saw Michael and Myers agree on something other than killing..They shared the same fear.

Myers was Michael's Hyde, but both wished complete control over the body they were forced to share. Human vs Monster. A tale as old as time.

And Hannibal Jr. couldn't wait to see which one would win at the end.

Analysis : Perfect example of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde syndrome. Michael Myers is an eternal unsatisfied and his mind has found a way to present him with two options.

Now, Penny...That was a very interesting case. When he was said to be meeting a child-eating alien, a superior being with powers beyond measure and terribly dangerous immortal...He didn't picture their meeting to go quite like this.

The moment he stepped a foot in the meeting room, Penny sprang to his feet and easily discarded his handcuffs to hug him.

"HEY THERE, NEW FRIEND !", he shouted and even though Hannibal Jr. was caught off guard, he kept his composure and only smiled.

"Well, good morning to you too, Mr. Pennywise."

At the name, Penny's joyful expression shifted into annoyance and his hug became a little tighter as he growled.

"...I'm not Pennywise. Pennywise is my brother. My name's Penny."

Hannibal Jr. saw something in his eyes that made him think it might be better to apologize to the otherworldly being before he was to crush his ribcage.

"My apologies. I didn't know."

He also noticed how none of the guards had bothered to come in to his aid, surely because they knew if the clown decided to kill him—their presence wouldn't make a difference.

Penny's face split back into a wide grin and he giggled before putting Hannibal Jr. down.

"THAT'S OKAY, SILLY ! YOU COULDN'T HAVE KNOWN.."

He then jumped on the couch and crouched on it instead of sitting down. Hannibal Jr. recognized a strategically-minded decision, it allowed him to stay alert and Hannibal Jr. didn't even remember seeing the being blinking once since his entrance..Curious.

"You like games..Don't you ?", he asked knowingly and just the word made stars appear in Penny's eyes as he nodded vividly.

"YES !"

Hannibal Jr. smiled and replied.

"Good. I heard from the other members of staff that you cannot lie. I was thinking of a game we could play together..I'll ask you a question. You answer. Then, you ask me a question. I answer. And no lying."

Penny's brow furrowed in concentration—pondering on whether he should accept or not..But, he finally giggled and nodded in agreement.

"SURE ! SOUNDS FUN !"

However, Penny hadn't expected such a heavy question from the start.

"Why children ?"

Penny remained still for a few seconds before tilting his head to the side before shrugging.

"They taste better..Why do you humans eat ducks ? Besides...I'm trying to get better."

Penny scratched the side of his neck absent-mindedly, but it didn't escape Hannibal Jr.' s perceptive eyes.

"I suppose you're right..But, you did eat that man this year. The one who talked rather rudely to the nurses..", he reminded and Penny's eyes glowed yellow at the unsavory memory..

"Rude people deserve to be punished..I don't eat children no more..But, I allow myself little exceptions in my diet from time to time..", he confessed and Hannibal Jr. only nodded understandingly.

"Whenever feasible, one should always try to eat the rude I suppose.."

Penny giggled before shouting excitedly.

"MY TURN ! Now...Tell me...", Penny suddenly leaned forward with a wide mischievous grin and made sure none of the security cameras would catch their following interaction.

"...Why do you do it ?"

It would be insulting Penny's intelligence to pretend he didn't know what he was referring to and for a second, their smiles matched.

"I believe you already know the answer to that. A family thing. But, it's especially the thrill of the chase. You understand."

Penny's eyes widened and drool started dropping down his chin as different memories of Hannibal were transferred to him.

"Ooh..~I like you. You're one very interesting doctor..The others told me you were completely nuts, but you are far more fun than I expected.."

Hannibal Jr. let out a small chuckle before answering.

"Not a doctor, but I'll take the compliment."

Final analysis : God syndrome. Clearly insane. Unhealthy attachment to his brother and on a dubious path to recovery.

"Hey there. I'm Freddy. But, you can call me Freak or your Nightmare, truly."

Hannibal Jr. raised a skeptical eyebrow at the weasel of a man who plopped down in front of him with a big grin. He even dared address a flirty wink to the psychologist who politely smiled at him before starting his analysis on the man.

"Interesting choice of words, Mr Krueger. Freak and Nightmare...It seems you do think of yourself quite highly."

Freddy frowned in incomprehension. Highly ?

"Not really. Just spitting facts here. I don't think anyone would send me a psy' if I wasn't a total psycho.."

Hannibal Jr. stopped writing and raised his eyes for a few seconds at the fidgety slasher who seemed unable to make—even less maintain—eye contact..Interesting.

He smiled and leaned forward to test something, and was proven right when Freddy instinctively backed away further in his seat.

Cute.

Hannibal Jr. pretended to be reaching for his cup of coffee and took a sip before returning to his notes.

"Are you...going to say something ?", Freddy asked after a while—unable to handle the silence and Hannibal Jr. smiled knowingly behind his mug.

"Why ? Does the silence bother you by any chance ?"

"No ! I like the quiet ones as much as the next person. Ask Michael or any of my old dates !", he deflected, but Hannibal Jr. wasn't fooled and when Hannibal Jr. leaned forward again, he could see Freddy was sweating buckets. He frowned in confusion and this time, Freddy leaned forward too. There was a large grin on his face as he whispered.

"You are your own person, Mr. Krueger. No need to hide behind the persona you created yourself to keep you from harm. You are safe here."

Freddy took his time answering, his eyes downcast and fidgeting nervously as he finally confessed his worry out loud.

"What if that person is even worse ?"

Hannibal Jr. shrugged.

"Well..I'm your psychiatrist, not your judge."

Freddy's eyes widened, but a smile soon after replaced his stunned expression.

"Interesting advice. Can't wait to see what your dreams look like, doc'."

Final analysis : Freddy is the perfect combination of overconfidence hiding a deep self-doubt. Deep childhood trauma. No doubt.

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So we're going after Terry cheesman again and another lawsuit this is the third one we won the second one and the guys got stuff and taking a beating and they came up with this idea which is nasty and they may fly out of here he may fly out of here giant War and her for everything that him her is worth because he's a liar and a mean person and keeps on harassing our son and is found texting him stuff and crank calling him from different phone numbers and he is doing something illegal by doing that and we're going to sue him again and again and again until he's fired and it's getting into the paper too his name is always in the paper and he he she is a disgrace to Castle and is ruining the business and Tommy f can't fire him it's become much worse he says what can we do keep trying it says you're right we're going to get up over this hill he's dumb people have to go dumping on us so it's a huge process it's much easier to remove your frontal lobe and heal it during a day they used to do this stuff Tommy f says

And we agree with cherry cheeseman's going down he she has big group of trumpsters and they took over Trump's stuff even though Trump was there and it was a mistake that him her sit there so long and that's why he fell and his idiots are moving back in too and they're getting gone through by Terry cheesman's people and different Trump groups are going to come in I'll try to at least the trumpster is here trying to mount a defense and people are chopping them up literally into pieces and they let their women go no they kill them but real quick after they're satisfied their husbands are dead in other words they see that they're not that happy about it and yeah it wasn't a trumpster the woman who's killed in the video is not a trumpster so there's so many people that died because these idiots luckily a lot of us stayed out of it most of us we don't have too many stories if any but a lot of Max tons of Max tons of bja huge piles of Jason huge foreignness because they all go to the money centers in the power centers and fight and we're not there employee these people are jackasses to each other they say so if it doesn't last it won't go on but they mean is like you get years of this s*** if you don't stop it please stop to come back and do it stop come back I like a nightmare they just appear out of nowhere we anticipate three or four waves tonight, each of them 10 to 20 octillion in Florida they're doing it elsewhere but not that much not this huge just at sites of interest that camera and main and the Kraken in California and the knife head and Switzerland and the ship in Bavaria and up in Canada and they're storming those places too with about the same number but overall over the entire night at 10 or 20 octillion an hour here no in each wave is not that many and I am corrected by a lot of people that's what I'm waiting for they're saying it's going to be about $10,000 octillion an hour and it will increase to $20,000 octillion an hour here in Florida and our son says we have to decimate their race here in Florida and we have to be ready to start doing it now to make sure there's none of them here at all or they're going to be terrorists cuz they're going to see so many of theirs die it's not even funny and people are starting to realize that inside of the blocked them completely or get rid of them in this probably too many to block already 20 octillion went up to the facility and another 20 now that's a lot for Florida but it doesn't change it and if they don't get there first our son says this huge horde the first wave is gigantic mate overwhelm everyone and it's not the same because there's someone else now there's a way of coming from here for about a hundred Octillion and that's going to go on too

It's a reason why our son is not healing that well or easily and it takes a lot of time and God bless him for hanging in there we're going to try and do something now and we have huge huge calls coming in about how to help him and we're going to try and get that done and we have tons of volunteers for this battle and we're accepting them all and his call and please were well received we must say that the numbers that I posted here and the latter part of this posting are correct and everyone can concur and please check with you and on the wire if you must hours are to stay put in inside and barricade yourself in and you're not to let anyone in that you definitely don't know is not your people you have to verify it we're going through it now we're going to send out a much more the size of alert there is a red alert all troops are to duty now all off duty troops are to duty every civilian of ours is to hunker down including our son here

Bitol and Goddess Wife

We approve this message it is accurate and it is perfect and we are at a full red alert we are a full battle stations all our ships are ready and fully charged and fully fueled and fully armed we're going to war with this Trump trumpster organization he's accused us and aligned us and insulted us for the last time

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