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#it's him it's jason act two do u guys get it. help me

somewhereincairparavel · 16 days

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could u do something about thalia never showing up for jason? in the end of tlh he was hoping she’d show up for the counselors meeting and she didn’t so maybe a series of him making plans with her/trying to get in touch with her and just being disappointed every time… not thalia hate i love u thalia she just is too busy for him (while doing it during the months between tlh and son could be cool i think in between boo and toa would be more angsty bc u know he’s going through a breakup!!! he’s all alone in this random private school he isn’t familiar with the mortal world and he just wants his sister but she isn’t there!!!)

Two times Jason Grace wrote Thalia a letter, and the one time he didn't send it.

author's note: Ah this is so angsty and perfecttt :( The Grace siblings deserved more…they're my faves fr.. anyway, I hope I did justice to your request anon! Thank you for requesting, it made my day! I thoroughly enjoyed writing this. I just finished my exams and I'm back to having more time for writing :) you guys can send me more angsty jason prompts like this one if you want to, I'll write them with the best of my capabilities, I'm quite new to heavy angst like this so I was surprised when I was able to finish this within an hour. Jason Grace does this to me.

TW: severe angst. I mean it, very severe, character death, mentions of sacrifice, no happy ending. I went all out, I'm sorry. I was just way too into this.

Jason traced his finger over the glossy photo frame in his hands, which encrusted a picture of his older sister, Thalia. He had requested Leo to help him with the framing, the edges were made with a mahogany coating. He smiled at the lovely picture of his sister, her hair being held together by her silver huntress circlet, wearing her punk rock clothes.

Over the course of the summer, He had finally gotten the chance to take a good picture of Thalia for a family keepsake, he had held on to the tattered, torn picture of Thalia that annabeth had given to him before his first quest, and he still treasured it greatly. But he insisted that Thalia and him take at least one good picture before she disappeared with her maidens into the world, for months.

“And then Leo said-” Jason was cut off by thalia’s fellow maiden Phoebe, rushing towards them, yelling for thalia.

“Lady Thalia, lady Artemis is heavily in need of your assistance immediately!” Phoebe said panting. Thalia frowned and her eyes apologetically turned back to Jason. “I'll be there” she told her fellow huntress, before giving Jason a strangling hug. “I'm so sorry Jason, we'll talk later yeah?” Jason swallowed his disappointment after he saw how truly apologetic Thalia looked. “Of course, stay safe for me?” Thalia smiled sweetly and nodded at that before trudging up the path.

That was the last time he had seen of Thalia in months, and there was only one way to settle this. Jason decided to send in letters to his sister, that way, she could read it and keep them with her, and he could tell her everything without getting interrupted by anyone. He soon learnt to cherish this hobby alot. He loved his sister, and writing to her gave him a warm sense of comfort. He needed that, especially after Leo's death.

“Dear Thalia,

How have you been sis? I hope your mission with Phoebe to help Artemis went well! It's been pretty tough lately. My nightmares are plagued with pictures of mom. I know you of all people would understand how horrific that feels. I miss Leo, and piper's been acting a little strange around me lately.. but Leo's disappearance is taking a toll on her. So I get it. Nico is finally staying in camp half blood, isn't that great?? That boy deserved a break for once. Anyways, write back if you can, but if you can't, that's fine, I know you're busy.

–love, your annoying little brother.

Weeks, and months flew by, but still no response from Thalia. But he knew better than to take it seriously. Jason knew that she had gotten the letter, and that was enough for him. Well, that was enough, until things went downhill for him very quickly. Piper had approached him in the school corridor and thought it was a great day to end their year long relationship, shattering Jason's soul to pieces, this, coupled with the immense amount of pressure he had to build the minor god shrines, Jason felt numb, and he did what he usually did. He poured his heart out to Thalia in another letter, seeking comfort in his ink and paper. Longing for thalia’s presence once more.

“Dear Thalia,

it's me again, I hope you're doing good, atleast better than I am. I've been feeling terrible lately, Piper ended things with me, i guess we finally know why she was acting the way she did around me, huh? She said our relationship was only hera’s illusion and didn't feel that way about me anymore, which sucks, since I'm still very much in love with her. The pressure has increased tenfolds on me these days, the minor gods are heavily anticipating the promise I told them I'd keep. I'm planning on moving schools so i don't have to deal with the heartbreak of seeing Piper in school anymore. Anyways, I just wanted to write to you since it makes me feel better. Sending you lots of love from California.

— love, Your annoying little brother

Minutes. Hours. Days. Weeks. Months.

Jason knew. The moment the sibyl told him about looking for the third emperor. Jason knew, that his doomsday was going to knock on his doorstep very soon. He was going to sacrifice himself for Piper. And nobody was changing his mind. Jason stared out his dormitory window, the outside mortal world looked a little too cheery for the melancholic thoughts that were chasing his mind. He averted his gaze to the person in the picture frame hanging at his wall. Thalia had always been too busy for him. They had never had a proper full conversation together, one on one conversations getting disrupted, iris messages wearing out within a few minutes, even his letters never got a reply, or even a single acknowledgement.

Yet jason knew, that Thalia Grace was the only one who loved him more than anything in the world. She didn't have to spend time with him for him to know that. He knew by the way she had only left their childhood home after Jason was deemed “dead”, he knew by the way she had picked a two year old jason up after he injured his mouth with that stapler,he knew by the way she played hide and seek when they were little, he knew by the way she had told no one about him, not even annabeth, since he was a memory that she held close to her heart. So subconsciously, his hands wrapped around the pen he always used to write with. With shaky hands, and teary eyes slowly dripping in the paper, he began to write.

Thalia was resting on the rocks, thinking of how Jason was doing, she had recieved all his letters and read them through atleast 2 times. She wanted to respond, but it kept slipping her mind. Something had always come up, but now, she was finally free. Just as she was about to pick up her pen, she heard her name being called.

“Thalia!”

It was Reyna. She was holding an envelope, Thalia’s spirits skyrocketed at the thought of her brother sending her another letter. But.. why was it being sent through Reyna..? It was usually always sent by Jason's wind manipulation. Those letters would float towards her. That's how she always knew it was from her brother.

She was expecting Reyna to tease about Jason's cheesy letters to his sister, but what she wasn't expecting, was for Reyna to start sobbing on the spot, breaking out the news that her younger brother was dead.

Jason. Her little stapler eating brother. Was dead.

“This was found by Meg in Jason's desk.” Reyna shakily handed Thalia the envelope. It was a blue envelope, the usual colour that Jason always sent to her. And on top of it, was his smudy handwriting that Thalia could recognise from a mile away. The letter was signed “To Thalia Grace”.

Thalia opened it carefully but tears were leaking out of her eyes.

“Dear Thalia,

there's something that I've been keeping for a while now, but I know it's finally the time to tell you this. I met the sibyl in the labryinth who had told me that my life would be cut short. if went looking for the third emperor, Caligula, either me or Piper would be killed. There's no point denying the inevitable is going to happen. Prophecy's can never be thwarted, after all. I've made my choice, I'm not letting Piper die. I've decided that I am going to use myself as a sacrifice. I'm writing you this, to let you know, that, I love you. I love you so much sis, I hope you know that. I know we've never got to see eachother much, but I don't want you blaming yourself in any way for this. I hope you know that, writing to you, even without a response from your side all these months, has helped my life feel a lot more meaningful. the mere thought of you taking the time to read my letters makes me feel so loved. So happy. Now that I know that I might be meeting my end, I'm letting you know, that I've cherished every single thing you've ever said to me. Including the fact that you hate tomatoes on your sandwiches. Take care of yourself, sis, I'm always with you.

— love, for the last time, your annoying little brother :)

Thalia clutched the letter with her heart, screaming in agony. Thunder boomed angrily overhead, almost as if her father could feel her rage. Her heart strings were tearing apart. She sobbed, as she looked up at the blue sky, the same blue as Jason's darling eyes.

“I love you too. My annoying little brother, always”

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chronic-boogara · 2 years

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Hi, me again :)

How about slashers waking up to an s/o throwing them a birthday party, feel free to do whoever u want <3

i don’t think i ever thought about that one i like that idea a lot. i wont lie to you i read the prompt wrong as the slasher throwing reader a party so i had to go back and rewrite it. thanks for your patience

one of the first requests i finished on my hiatus woooo😩 only like 20 more to go

michael myers

•he’s never really had a real birthday party, with him being in the hospital and all

•but he’s well aware that they happen and he’s seen them happen around town. he’s not entirely familiar with how they work but it’s not like he thinks about it on the regular

•imagine his shock when he walks in the door and sees you standing before him with a cake and some black and red decorations displayed around the kitchen

•oh my god y/n he is in LOVE. he was already in love with you but now he’s more than 110% sure that you’re the one

•the fact you even remember his birthday just warms his heart. he doesn’t really know how to act.

•if he could cry he would.

•give him materials for mask making and he is just over the moon. he loves you so much and is so thankful that you’re his s/o

•just a party consisting of the two of you is good enough for him. he just loves you

jason vorhees

•hes only had a few actual birthday parties and they were always thrown by his loving mother. it’s been a looong time since he’d had anything like that

•he won’t really expect anything from you. he’s not hard pressed on a party and the last he wants to do is force you

•throw a party for him and he will be absolutely whipped. he loves you so much

•he just won’t know how to act. the entire day he will be on cloud nine. just bubbly and excited

•jason doesn’t need presents. your presence is enough <3

•if you were to get him something oh my god he’d marry you. anything you get him he will cherish it. it means so much more than you could ever understand

•jason doesn’t eat cake but if you got something he will eat it with you. he enjoys blowing the candles out !!

•and presents?? ohhh my god he will lose it. it doesn’t matter what it is he will love it and cherish it with everything in him.

•goes to bed happy !!

billy loomis

•he doesn’t like his birthday. like at all. he doesn’t really celebrate it

•stu realized how much happier he is with you so he decides to throw a party for billy with your help of course.

•together the two of you planned out a small little get together with a few friends from school

•when the day of his birth rolls around he’s shocked to see anyone there. he’s a bit upset that you guys didn’t tell him but you and stu mean well

•won’t have any fun until everyone is gone and it’s just you and him.

•he’s so glad you remembered his day even if he doesn’t show it well.

jason dean

•he will act nonchalant. he’s too cool for birthday parties

•inside his twisted mind though he is overjoyed that you even remembered his special day.

•since he doesn’t like parties it will most likely just be the two of you.

•he doesn’t want you to say happy birthday but hw doesn’t mind presents. sweets and knives are his favorite things to receive

•honestly he doesn’t give a fuck about his birthday but since you care he puts on an act just for you.

•he’ll help you with anything you need to do despite your protests.

•he wants to bake a cake with you y/n :)

thomas hewitt

•his family never really celebrated birthdays. obviously charlie hoyt threw himself a little celebration every year but never anything big

•he will cry. actual sobbing ensues. just the fact you took your time to say happy birthday to him is more than enough.

•give him a little present and he’s done for. he’s just over the moon.

•it doesn’t help that you planned a little celebration with all his family. he’s just so in love with you y/n.

bo sinclair + vincent sinclair

•the sinclair children were never too keen on birthday parties. not really for any reason they just ..don’t like them

•it’s rare for them to celebrate anything actually. holidays and stuff are forgotten. it’s a very busy household.

•lester wants to plan a party and ropes you into it. he knows the boys won’t be mad if you’re involved.

•it’s really hard to make it a surprise since it’s only the four of you.

•lester makes a bunch of food for the party. you’re in charge of decor.

•getting bo out of the house was easy but vince not so much. you told him the house was on fire and he still wouldn’t leave

•once he’s out you and lester set up.

•the boys come back and they’re absolutely surprised. vince is close to tears and bo is speechless.

•it ended up being tons of fun. they boys were so appreciative of the two of you.

carrie white

•she is drawn to tears in an instant. you did all this just for her ?

•don’t make it a huge surprise though she isn’t a fan of that. she’d rather have something small.

•will thank you and try to pay you back in anyway she can

•honestly just a little sit down dinner is perfect for her

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klbwriting · 2 months

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Our Strange Duet

Chapter 1: Getting Out of Bed

Fandom: Red Hood

Pairing: Jason Todd x f!reader

Warnings: none

Summary: Sequel to Not Romeo, Not Juliet - Jason Todd is off to Gotham U to make sure he has a life outside of being a vigilante. He wasn't expecting someone from his past to show up, but there she is on the first day and things have changed

Notes: Well, I was going to wait until tomorrow but I can't, I like this too much, I hope you guys enjoy!

Taglist: @deans-spinster-witch

It's the bitch of living, just getting out of bed - Spring Awakening

“Jason, get up, you have class in half an hour,” Dick called up to the loft as he finished setting out the terrible eggs he made whenever Jason slept late. He sat up in bed, looking at his phone, sighing as it had no notifications, well it had one text but not from the person he wanted one from. Sydney wished him a happy first day of classes and he answered before getting dressed. He skipped the eggs, grabbing an apple and throwing out a quick bye to his brother as he headed down to the garage for his bike.

He had finished high school and after a long and drawn argument with Dick about not just living as a vigilante his whole life and maybe having some kind of day job for when his knees finally buckled under the weight of trying to save an entire city. So here he was driving his bike towards Gotham University, taking all general education courses because he had no idea what he wanted to try and do for a career. He did know that he was going to be in theater, his director from Bludhaven Prep had written him a great recommendation letter, but only if he continued to act, and honestly, he wanted to act. It was nice to become someone else, take a break from his brain. His therapist liked it also, said it helped Jason get out of his head. What he didn’t expect was walking into his first class, Modern Literature 101 and sitting by the window in the front corner, was YN.

She wasn’t looking at him, reading one of the books for the class, doing notations. After a second Jason realized he was blocking the door so he slid around to the back corner of the class, sitting before she could look up. He watched her, concentrating on her book and every single emotion he felt last year came flooding back. She had left, they kept in touch until around May and then she had vanished. He didn’t know why but he had a bad feeling about it. He wouldn’t confront her now, but he hoped he could snag her after class, speak with her, just see how she was. He stared at her until he heard his name, looking up to the professor.

“Mr. Todd?” she repeated. He smiled awkwardly, clearly having missed the first time she said his name.

“Ya that’s me,” he said. He looked down and then looked at YN who was staring back at him, eyes wide. He waved a little and she turned, facing forward again, leg starting to bounce like it did when she was anxious. The syllabus was handed out and he proceeded to ignore his teacher, instead categorizing how YN had changed in the last eight months. Hair was longer, she leaned on her hand, eyes looking tired, she had car keys sitting on her desk, so she drove now. She glanced back at him, and he tore his eyes away from her, trying to focus on class. As soon as they were dismissed he tried to bounce up and catch her but two people in front of him started talking and he couldn’t get around them fast enough. By the time he got into the hallways she was gone.

He had two other classes that day, but YN wasn’t in either of them. The only hope he had was the theater meeting that night for the Gotham U Players. They were doing a sign up and talking about their productions that year, so Jason got there early, signed up quickly and then looked around the room. He was first beside the upper classmen advisors, so he took a seat near the door. She would be here, and she wasn’t going to sneak by him again. He waited, the place filling up with other university students. They started and about three minutes into the meeting YN came in, signing up quick and sitting down two rows in front of Jason, once again preventing him from talking to her.

This was pathetic, was he going to just chase her around all year until she talked to him? He wasn’t a stalker, but he was considering seeing if Dick could get her address before he got home so that he could go knock on her door. But that would be bad. He shook himself, coming back to the meeting where they announced that the first production this year was going to be a musical. Jason’s eyebrows rose so high they probably disappeared into his hair. He had not considered a musical, ever. He looked down at YN, catching her turning to look back at him, whipping her head forward when she saw him watching.

“Auditions for Phantom of the Opera are next week, come with a song prepared and remember, if you are not cast you are part of the stage crew and we will be having you learn to be directors, sound techs, light techs, and set design so don’t be discouraged. And in the spring we will do a play so those who can’t sing will still get time on stage,” the club president announced before dismissing them. Jason once again jumped up, ready to grab her but this time she swerved him by taking a side door. He jumped a couple rows, racing out the door after her, probably looking insane, but he didn’t care.

“YN!” he called, chasing after her as she walked towards the parking lot. She took a couple steps before stopping. He ran around in front of her, panting a little from running to catch her. Why did cardio only work when he was chasing criminals?

“Hi Jason,” she said, and he could have sworn he heard angels singing in her voice. He missed it so much. “Didn’t know you were coming here.”

“Ya, well, here I am, why you trying to get away from me?” he asked. She chuckled a little, always right to the point, no small talk for him.

“I wasn’t trying to get away from you, I was surprised and was trying to figure out if you hated me. The way you were staring in class I was freaked out, you used to give that look to Chelsea and them when they annoyed you, its so intense,” she said. Jason blushed some, shrugging.

“I didn’t mean to look like that, I just…well you did kind of ghost me and it is a bit annoying,” he said. She looked down and he could have kicked himself. “But I mean, I know you probably had a reason…”

“My mom died,” she said. He froze. “The treatment in Singapore, it didn’t take. We stayed there because it would have been too destabilizing for her to travel home so the donor made sure she was comfortable there until the end and then I came back in May.”

“Why didn’t you call me?” he asked. She bit her lip, wiping her eyes quick.

“I wasn’t in a good headspace at the time. I came back and I thought about calling you, but then I found Sydney’s social media and saw you guys together and figured you didn’t need me coming in and ruining that with my grief. I figured you had moved on I should too,” she explained. O no. He hung his head a little.

“I was never dating Sydney,” he said. “She um, is not exactly into guys.” Her eyes looked up at him. “She mostly posted pictures with me to make Jackson leave her alone until graduation.” YN blushed.

“Well don’t I feel petty, jealous, and stupid,” she said. Jason laughed. “Well, either way I still wasn’t in a good headspace, I needed counseling and to figure myself out before school started. I promised my mom I would go to school no matter what, so here I am.”

“Where are you staying?” he asked.

“I have an apartment off campus in Old Gotham, the grant money from the Leading Lady award should pay for it and my school for a year and then I’ll figure something else out,” she explained. “What about you? Still living with Dick?”

“Ya, still living with Dick,” he said. “Um, would you maybe want to hang out sometime?” She looked worried, biting her lip. He was tempted to kiss her but had to pull himself back. She was different now, he was different now, who knows how much that changed how they felt about each other.

“Sure, I’m free this weekend, still trying to get a new job since the pool I worked at in the summer is closed now,” she said. He nodded. “Let me give you my new number, I had to change it because Maroni kept calling.”

“So, you’re not next in line in the family yet?” he asked as she put her number into his phone.

“God no, he contacted me, tried to convince me to join him but had no leverage since my mom was being taken care of,” she said. Jason motioned for her to walk to the lot, walking with her to her car. It looked a bit like a death trap. “Its not much but it runs. You still on the bikes?” He pointed to his bike a few spaces down. “Thought that was yours when I got here. Do you still do the other stuff you did?” She tapped her head and he assumed she meant being Red Hood.

“Ya, nightly,” he answered. She smirked a little. “But now I have to have Dick stitch me up, so much less cool scars.”

“You needed someone better than me for that,” she said. He shrugged. “Well, I guess I’ll see you around. Text me, ok?” He nodded and watched her drive away. His heart sped up a little when he thought about the fact that he was going to be able to see her at least a few times a week, maybe every day. He hadn’t thought college would be that exciting, but things were about to change, he could feel it.

#jason todd x you #jason todd x reader #jasontodd #jason todd #jason todd x y/n #red hood x you #red hood x reader #redhood #red hood #red hood x y/n #strangeduet

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kidflashimpulse · 2 years

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Since we're talking about West-Allen-Garrick Family Headcanons, I think right after Wally's death there was so much tension within the whole family. Bart said in season three (I think it was episode sixteen) that the public never realized it was a different guy in the suit. I feel like when Bart first became KF, the public never noticed and the League never said the original Kid Flash died, so he just kept being Wally if you get what I mean. Like another anon said, the Wests definitely felt uncomfortable around Bart and just avoided him in their grief. Barry and I can even see Jay accidentally calling Bart "Wally" and then regretting it immediately. I just think the few months from Wally's death created such an uncomfortable atmosphere in all three households, so instead Bart just threw himself into hero work and just avoided everyone most of the time. Adding onto the fact, that the Reach is gone, Bart's mission is fully complete, now he has to face all his trauma and start truly living without surviving. He probably doesn't know what he wants to do when he's older or even thought about his dating life. So with all of the trauma and the fact that the flashfam is a mess, I feel like slowly Jay, Joan, Barry, and Iris started finding out about his life before coming back to the past. Then they kinda just realize they have a really traumatized fourteen-year-old. I like to think that after everything comes to light, the whole family including Rudy and Mary starts to heal together. Anyway sorry for rambling lmao, I really like your fics, especially AAIT :)

Also, love the idea of the League, especially Bruce (he's a good dad in YJA and knows exactly how Barry is feeling cause of Jason) helps Barry through his grief cause I'm a sucker for the League becoming found family.

no worries I LOVE reading other ppls thoughts, thank u sm for sharing it with us <33

100% agree on the tension and how Bart pretty much throws himself into hero work, tbh I HC that even till this point in Phantoms he throws himself into it, because if anyone can its him, his speed definitely helps with him juggling everything. Though of course as he starts to have a more normal life, dating Ed and being comfortable with his family he has reasons to take it easier, though I do think he's used to just always taking things on without second guessing whether he has the time.

Also agree on the League not publicising Wallys death because as Jaime mentioned when they were in the grotto, the League doesn't want to publicise that they're not immortal, and that ppl thought he was just the same BB as Ted Kord in another costume. Its pretty much suggested that the same happened to Bart as KF, especially since he started out wearing Wallys exact same costume. Most probably over the years with more coverage and musings ppl realise he's a different guy, especially with his new suit, but like he mentioned its doesn't really click for everyone that he's not Wally.

About what u said on the League, particularly Bruce and Barry, it kinda reminds me of how dead-set I am on how incredibly weighted/awkward (thats not the right word but its not coming to me rn lol) Clarks role as a Leaguer (and long time friend of Barrys) is and at the same time knowing that something is going on with Barts disappearance. All this time Barry, someone with a very much known history (among the League, like Bruce) of having lost a family member and legacy act, going through two weeks of having zero idea where Bart is, someone, who has filled in the very role of the person who was famously lost. Like just the weight of this situation itself is actually wild? And the nobility in Clarks actions of keeping his word when it matters aside, its actually lowkey such a dick move LMAO Barry was out there probably not having a great time (understatement of the century); Jay ended up needing therapy and Clark is just there like

If I had the money I would PAY to see all these type of scenes lol

#YJ asks #young justice phantoms #bart allen #flash fam #flash family #kid flash #impulse #Barry allen #jay garrick #flash #Wally west #jaime reyes #ted kord #young justice #yj #clark kent #superman #yja

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ilyalljasonsandnon-jasonsthesame · 2 years

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Young Justice season 3

I'm back

Ep 1

Omg cool intro

Brb, crying

Ahhh shit, time skip again

OMFG WTF

WHAT IN HEAVENS NAME????

I'm scared

This already looks bad

STEPH??????

Is that Damian or Tim???

OMG BRUCE????? WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK????

OH MY GOD

Oof

Oh, it's Tim

Oooooooo GET HIS ASS Black Lightning (nothing against b, really, guy just looked real badass calling it Batman inc and I gotta stan)

Ofc Dick was right

Roy?

Oof

Oh god

OMGGGGG HE PROPOSED OMG

Omg the plushie 🥺🥺🥺

Ep 2

I LOVE YOU GARTH <3333

What a mess

Ughhh this fucking guy

Oh shit

What on earth??????

Ep 3

OMG GAR'S AN ACTOR????

AND HE'S DATING A QUEEN???????

Yes darling, kill indeed

Dear lord

Ep 4

Awwww i love lian <33333

Ok, now I'm a little worried about Dick

Brb, crying

"Can I shoot the guy?" "Yes, you can shoot the guy" 😭😭😭

He called him Wall :((((

I'll cry

Ep 5

This is all too sad

Ep 6

I've got the feeling these VR things are going to be a problem eventually

EXACTLY Dick, don't act like you didn't use to do this kinda thing all the time

HE KILLED HER?????

WHO'S THAT YOUNG BOY???????? TELL ME NOW

Thank god, she came back

I KNOW WHO HE IS I KNOW IT

LOOK THERE'S A REASON HE'S FIGHTING DICK SPECIFICALLY

AHHHHHH OMGGGGG TALIA AND DAMIAN <33333

BUT I KNOW THAT BOY IS JASON, IT JUST MAKES SENSE, THE ONLY SOLDIER LEFT, IT HAS TO BE HIM

YES

YES IT'S HIM

I KNEW IT

I FUCKING KNEW IT

YESSSSSSS OMG

I JUST SAW HIM ONE SECOND AND I KNEW IT WAS HIM

DICK JUST LEFT AND HIS TWO LITTLE BROTHERS ARE THERE AND HE DIDN'T NOTICE 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

GO BACK GOD DAMN IT GO BACK!!!!!!

Ummmm isn't Dick giving Brion the same speech Bruce gave him back then???

Ep 7

"KALIBAK HAS DADDY ISSUES" HELP 😭😭😭

Well, don't we all?

Oh shit, Starro

Bansjajsbsh oh god, it's like your father letting you drive his car. Scary

Oh god

Ep 8

Shade is scary??? It's kinda turning me on????

Yes, you gotta stop saying that kinda things, it makes you hotter

It's just so funny, you literally can't scape Batman, like, you can get away from him but there's at least one (1) bat per superhero team. They're everywhere

://// Jade...

OMGGGGG SPOILER AND ORPHAN <333333

Also, why is Bruce being kind of an ass?????

I love Cass

I just love it when they come in through the ceiling

Omg he's even hotter in a suit

Sorry Di, but you should know already that Gatekeeping is the bats' favorite hobby

Ep 9

Jon!!!!! <33333

What the fuck is wrong with this guy??????? Ugh

GOOD

WELL FUCKING DONE SHIVA 👏👏👏

WTF

Oh good, he's alive

Klarion <3

Ep 10

Geo and Halo are so cute <333

He does that honey, get used to it

Jade :(((((

Ep 11

You're losing your son, man...

HARPER!! <333

Sorry man, you could've done better as a father

Ep 12

:(((

Told you those googles would be bad news

FUCKING GOD

OH MY FUCKING GOD

OH MY GOD

JASON!!!!!

JASON 😭😭😭😭

Screaming, crying, throwing up

Wait

Hold on

Wait a moment

Alright

Shit

Omg

Jason :((((

Jay...

DON'T LET THOSE THINGS TOUCH JASON

PLEASE

I KNOW IT'S NOT REAL BUT STILL

JUST SEEING HIM KIND OF ALIVE AS PART OF YOUR IMAGINATION IS ENOUGH

Oh shit, my feelings

This season is really fucking me up

OMG TTG STYLE!!!!

Dude... this is fucked up...

Oh god

Ok, I'm actually crying now

OMG THOSE TWO FINALLY GOT TOGETHER!!!!

Ep 13

Ok??? You didn't have to be so harsh, Dick????

I love icyboy

I think he has the potential to be good one day

Oh god, the twins look old and they did NOT age well

I really like this Jefferson guy

I knew she was still mind controlled

GOD JUST STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM THE KIDS YOU GROSS WEIRDO

Someone really needs to be castrated

Like, really, why is he always preying on the kids???? It's sickening

Ep 14

I love Guy

He's just neat

HE WHAT?????!!!!!

GO BB!!!

Guy's officially the best

So Halo's non binary? Good for them <3

YESSS BEST BOY'S BACK!!! <333

Why is his sister pretty? She adopted???

Desaad

Look, I don't find him hot. Just interesting

Hmmmm idk, scientist kinda sus

Ep 15

Ahhh shit suicide squad

This is all too calm, something terrible's gonna happen

OH MY GOD

GOD

Shit

Ep 16

I love Perdita

Ughhhh that idiot

I hate him sm

Omfg good hit Perdita

Oh shit

Oh god, those two dating?

Mood

Shit

I'M TELLING YOU, SHE'S SUS

Ep 17

Oh god

GO BEAST BOY <333

Idk, I still don't trust her

Girl get outta there you're gonna get hurt 😭😭😭

Why does she talk like that?

Shit

BAHAHAHAHAJABAJAH GET RECKT OLD MAN

I love Lian 🥺🥺🥺

Ep 18

WHAT?

Oh god

Funeral??????

Klarion <333333

He's such a brat <3

Everything I aspire to be

OH MY GOD

WHAT THE SHIT

She what???

:(((((

WHAT THE SHIT

This is only slightly traumatizing

I really love him sm

OH MY FUCKING GOD

WHAT IN THE NAME OF EVERYTHING THAT'S RIGHT AND HOLY????????

FORGIVE ME FATHER, THEY HAVE SINNED

Teenagers really scare the living shit out of me rn

I love Terra and Artemis bonding

On other news, Slade should really get castrated

Ep 19

Oh god

This shit only gets worse

LOL POOR BART 😭😭😭 used for cheap propaganda

GOD I HATE LUTHOR SO MF MUCH

Oh god, benching is not so good

:(((((

Oh shit

GOD i just can tell, this episode is gonna end BAD

BAHAHQHAHAHAJHAHA GET RECKT LUTHOR

Oh god Bruce

Rich people things ig

Ep 20

YOU TELL HIM VICTOR

Oh my god

OMG KALDUR HAS A BOYFRIEND???

NICE

A happy ending? In this economy???

Ep 21

Shit

KALDUR DON'T LET YOUR BF GO

KNOWING THE NATURE OF THIS SEASON, HE'LL DIE :((((((

How did she say it so calm? HER WATER JUST BROKE. PRE-PARENTAL PANIC!!!

KALDUR WTF

God no

Oh shit, BB and Cyborg left unsupervised

Oh god

SHE'S GONNA MAKE HER DAUGHTER A META???

GOD I HATE THAT OLD LADY

I KNEW IT

I FUCKING KNEW IT

I TOLD Y'ALL SHE WAS UP TO SMT

I. WAS. RIGHT.

Ep 22

GET AWAY FROM THE FUCKING KID NOW

God, he's sick

OMG ALFRED <3

I told you you couldn't scape Batman inc., they're everywhere

WHAT THE SHIT DUDE

WTF

I'M TELLING YOU SHE'S BAD

GOD SHE'S FUCKED UP

UGH GROSS GROSS GROSS

OH SHIT THAT FUCKING EQUATION

TELL HIM BARBARA, YOU FUCKING TELL HIM

SHE'S FUCKING CRAZY

WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH HER??????

Ep 23

FUCKING SHIT

This is bad

This is so so bad

Dick :((

Shit

Brb, crying

Fucking shit man

Ep 24

Fucking shit

YOU GO VIC!!!

Ugh this idiot

Ep 25

Dude :(((((

In actual tears now

I swear my head hurts from crying

IT'S NOT FAIR

IT'S NOT FUCKING FAIR

Ep 26

WHAT THE SHIT???

This is going horribly easy

It's gonna be super bad

GET RECKT DEATHSTROKE

OH MY GOD

That I was NOT expecting

WHAT THE SHIT, BRION??????

OMFG YOU GO CONNER!!!!!

UGH not this crazy woman again

WHAT THE SHIT WAS THAT AT THE END? THAT RING? THAT WHAT I THINK IT IS???

On other news, WHERE. IS. JASON??????????

#dc comics #young justice season 3 #young justice #yj season 3

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slasherwife · 3 years

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S/o pampering the slashers + Vincent , they come home and the s/o prepared a bath and cook them dinner.

Y/n Spoiling Their Slasher

Ooh funn! Sometimes these poor bois need extra love 🥺💞

Thomas:

- He would be a flustered baby from the beginning🥺

- He would feel bad that you’re doing this stuff for him and would feel a bit awkward since he’s so used to being the provider, that he wouldn’t really know how to act 🌼

- He clings to you for guidance, because being so relaxed and spoiled like this feels like a crime to him. And that breaks my heart.

- You end up being the mother hen, coaxing him and cooing at him as he looks up at you as if you're an angel. He'll lower himself into the bath and hold onto your hand, falling into a pit of pure love for you. You are literally his angel and you are GLOWING in his eyes💕

- when you give him a special dinner, he eats it happily and offers to share almost everything with you. It's like he's mostly concerned with what's on your plate instead of his, glancing over and making sure you're enjoying yourself. He can't help it though, it's completely second nature to him 💫💖

He is still hesitant to let himself be comfortable because he has literally never had anything like this ever in his life. He still looks to you for guidance and you tell him that you won't make him do anything he's not comfortable with.

- You both end the night with him clinging to you, buried his face in your stomach with his arms wrapped around your hips. He repeats in his mind that he doesn't deserve an angel like you until he falls asleep, dreaming about you. This boy is lovesick. 💕

Jason

- Jason would just full on melt. He already knew how kind and loving you could be, and honestly isn't too surprised that you would do this. He nevertheless of course, puts his masked-face on your temple in the form of a kiss, and strokes your ear as a thank you💗

- Big boy doesn't waste a minute, he's stripped and ready to dive in. He definitely did NOT expect you to come over there and help him wash. Unsurprisingly he got bashful and looked away as you lovingly scratched his shoulders and unknotted his huge biceps and neck. He ends up going slack in the tub from how good it feels. 😊

- His eyes don't leave you most of the time. He looks away bashfully when you glance at him or smile at him, and his heart is just a fluttery mess at you. When you courteously look away when he steps out of the bath, you direct him to a big meal you made <3

- He has no idea where to start he is a trainwreck at just eating a mf meal. You smile encouragingly at him as he delicately uses his fork (which looks like a toothpick in his hands) and eats like he's at the queen's reception ceremony. He is SO polite. Uses a napkin and everything.

- I canon that he was ALWAYS hungry pre-zombie phase, and could literally eat 5 horses in one sitting (a weird visual but--) he signs to you asking what you were going to eat, and will literally fight with you about you taking his plate if you haven't eaten yet. 💖😤

- hes a babe

Michael

- this bitch. you already know bae.

- He would refuse the bath because he finds it weird that he would bathe in a bath you made him (im confused too dw) He will stand there, his 7 ft tall ass, shaking his head at you no.

- you somehow end up getting in the bath with him because that was the only chance he would take the bath-- with you literally stuck to him as he drags you around like a pool noodle 🥲

- he might initiate funky time but probably not. he just wants to be clean tbh. He spends the entire bath time smelling your hair as he doesn't allow you to move for a good 10 minutes. He strokes your neck though which is nice 💖

- after you guys both leave the bath, he is still carrying you like a purse, but lets you at least put on a towel so you're not sitting naked at the dinner table.

- He's really touchy tonight, and it's mostly because he's filled to the rim with love for you. 💗He expresses it with roughhousing though and handling you like a ragdoll. He does NOT mean to hurt you though and will be gentle if you tell him to cut it out.

- He eats absolutely everything on his plate gratefully, again, doesn't express it in the most civil way, but he appreciates it (surprisingly). He actually might eat from your plate, you can't tell me this 7 ft giant doesn't run on five rotisserie chickens a day.

Bo Sinclair

- I literally didn't even want to write for this dude. He is an asshole. But he's a hot asshole with daddy vibes so here we are 😤💗

- I would never expect Bo to worship you in return for you doing this for him. There are some things he will boast and tease you about being a swoon for him, being obsessed over him and whatnot~~~ But stuff like this is a little too much for that. It almost touches him. Almost💘

- He initially just doesn't know what to say. He loves you, that’s obvious. So he doesn't want to hurt your feelings by saying the wrong thing (which he does ALL THE TIME) so he's going to be uncharacteristically non hyper-verbal

- When you tell him you have a bath running for him upstairs, he'll think you're joking at first. When it becomes obvious that you're not, you lead him to it, and he looks at you when you're not looking and there's a slight of affection in them🌼

- He offers to share the bath with you, with a glint in his eye and that velvety smooth tone of his. This makes you blush furiously and become shy, which eggs him on. It’s completely up to you though, heh, because this will in fact lead to the sex

- afterwards he may drag you over to the bed to sleep~~~ until you tell him you have dinner waiting for him, and he is a fucking s l u t for food after funky time ✨

- now here he definitely teases you. “you’re practically worshipping me, doll. how am I supposed to treat you now?” What we’re you expecting? but internally he’s bursting at the seams and he’s very touched. 💖Probably to the point where he’s uncomfortable and will either be very quiet (he has no idea what to say) or he’ll tease the shit out of you as a coping mechanism.

- he eats like a normal person unlike everyone else here (and maybe Vincent) going on about his day where you listen patiently with a smile on your face ☺️

- Then when in bed, with his back facing you, he’ll very quietly thank you for doing this for him, because Lord knows he needed it. He’s very thankful 💖

Vincent Sinclair

- all signs of responsiveness is cut. I mean, he’s the tiniest bit of smug if I’m raw honest. He was the golden child out of the two when he was younger and even if Bo is top dog in Ambrose, the feeling of deserving more than he does is still there. Which he DOES 😭💖

- He’s in absolutely no way like Bo. Bo is a smug ass who doesn’t listen to anyone (who we stan btw), but he’s still touched to the core.💖 You didn’t need to do this, you wanted to

- he knew he was worthy of being loved. He knew Bo wasn’t going to hold him down forever. he’s felt he needed this for the longest time. He wants to beat Bo; ~~~

- and when the prettiest, sweetest angel is at his feet pampering him, he just knows how jealous Bo is. 💘😭 Anyway SORRY I’m rambling~~ I feel like Vinny would be too scared to go into the bath himself and would have you sit on a stool beside him.

- he’ll be signing to you the entire time he’s in the bath~~ about anything and everything. He’s just so emotionally connected to you, he can’t help but spill his thoughts 🥺

- you both would eat your dinner in his room, probably on his bed as you share ideas about sculpting and life Bring a laptop so y’all can watch Netflix together ✨

- he’d want to make love to you after but that depends on how shy he’s feeling. It would probably be gentle and devoid of much lust, only love🥺💓

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ashiemochi · 2 years

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ASHIE I CANT HELP BUT THINK ABOUT LEON AND THE SUBMARINE LIKE SJSBEJDBD omgomg "wanna get dinner" I'D FAINT UGH can you imagine him asking that and being like "sir, I'll fucking kiss you if you speak to me like that again." HSBSJEBWJWNEJEBSJ

JHDJSADHS I TOLD YOU HE'S HOT AS HELL, WHY DO U THINK I'VE GOT A SMUT IDEA OF HIM PASSING THE TIME IN THE SUBMARINE? 😭

Now it's lowkey funny and adorable for Leon to flirt with you during a mission. And it's funnier because you guys have been together since the Raccoon City incident yet he still greets you smugly as if he's been trying to get you to like him all over again.

Right after Jason left to get some shut-eye and Shen Mei excused herself to the restroom, you and Leon were left alone in the room. Leon seemed a bit irked by the whole 'it's classified' bullshit.

"Never knew I'd hate a word in my life," Leon said and you only exhaled through your nose, indicating you were kind of paying attention. Not really. You were leaning back against your seat with crossed arms, attempting to take a nap.

Leon raised an eyebrow at your absentminded behaviour, moving to sit across from you. He could see the faint bags beneath your eyes. After getting back from Pittsburgh's mission, neither of you had gotten the chance to sleep or refuel with some food. You two went from the White House and straight to the Submarine en route to China.

"Leon,"

"Yes, honey?"

"You're staring."

You heard him chuckle and shuffle comfortably in his seat, "What? Can't I admire my girl during missions now?"

Sighing through your nose again, you opened your eyes a little to look at him, seeing him holding onto a subtle but cheeky grin.

"Don't act coy. Your 'admiring moments' always lead to something more." You retorted, snickering slightly but you weren't all against the idea.

"Well, I did see an empty bunker room on the way here-"

"No, Leon."

"And I wouldn't mind having some privacy with you-"

"No."

"Oh, come on." Leon scoffed lightheartedly, "At least let me finish."

Rolling your eyes, you got comfortable in your seat, mumbling subconsciously to his last comment, "Ladies first."

Leon's eyes widened a little in giddy, "I heard that."

"Heard what?" You asked, picking up on him standing up to make his way to your side and you opened your eyes only to see him towering over you. One of his hands was pinned to the table in front of you and the other right next to your shoulder on the headrest of the chair.

"Wanna get dinner then? We can check the galley but I'd much rather have dessert first." Leon's voice dropped an octave as his eyes pierced you down.

When was the last time you two had sex? God knows and Leon's tone was very tempting. But you had no energy.

"As tempting as that is," You tilted your head up at him with a small smile, "I'm starving and you know the rule. No food, no pussy."

Something snapped inside of him at the sound of that word coming from your red lips. Leon's hand that was next to your shoulder trailed to the back of your neck to gently tangle your hair with his fingers.

"How about this," He whispered huskily, "We get you some food then I get to have my way with you."

Now, that was more like it.

#SHAKING AND CRYING #ID LEON IS FRESH IN MY HEAD #animals #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #resident evil infinite darkness #resident evil #leon s kennedy x reader #leon scott kennedy #leon kennedy x reader smut #dbd fanfic #leon kennedy thirst hours

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moral of the story (batfamily x batmom reader)

Inspire by moral of the story by ashe

So I never really knew you, God I really tried to

Loving Bruce wasn't hard. I have a lot of love to give and I gave myself to him unconditionally and thought that I he'll learn to love me someday. There were times that he would open up to me about things and his children. I did everything I could to help him, from taking care and raising the children he adopted, loving them like they are mine, to supporting his nightly routine.

"Aren't you father's wife, why aren't you sleeping in the same bed with him?" asked little Damian as I tucked him to his bed.

It's surprising to everyone that I was the first to tame the blood child of Bruce but I didn't really know how I did it too. Same as all of Bruce's children. I guess I just loved them all equally as a mother would wth her own child.

He wasn't the first child to ask me that, Dick, Jason, Tim, Cass and Duke did aswell but I didn't have the heart to tell them that I was hoping to be one day worthy to sleep beside him.

I was talking with my lawyer, saying where'd you find this guy

Said young people fall in love with the wrong people sometimes

I can't even move a muscle. My eyes were just staring at the blank line marked with an X and beside it was another line but filled with the perfect signature of my husband.

"I'm really sorry Y/n," I heard my lawyer/childhood bestfriend mutter to my side. I took a glance at her, teeth gritted and a frown blossomed on her face.

"Fei, its really ok-","OKAY?! HOW COULD YOU SAY THAT Y/N?!! YOU LOVED HIM FIRST!! YOU SAYING THAT YOU ARE REALLY LETTING HIM GO TO A S--"

"Fei, please. Don't make this harder. I don't need you to tell 'I said so' or 'you should have listened to me'. I don't even know how to tell my kids abou this so please don't make it harder for me..." I could feel my voice breaking with both my hands holding my torso cause I can't even read the contents of the papers placed before my eyes.

She finally stopped walking in circles from my pheripheral vision for a moment then pulled the chair she was sitting on earlier close to me. Then next I felt her pull my head to her until I was nuzzling my unmake-up face to her white office shirt.

That night, I walked down to the batcave where Bruce was. Alfred was there as well and didn't fail to greet me with a warm smile. But he saw the manila folder I held and it made the smile on his face disappear in a blink. I made my way to the man I once called my husband. He wasn't alone.

In his Batman uniform, his lips was sealed in a loving kiss by the only woman he had ever loved from the start. The very woman I can never compete for his heart.

Selina immediately notice my presence and pulled away from Bruce. She loved him. She really did, I guess that's enough assurance that Bruce will be okay. His world will keep turning with or without me in it.

Bruce turned to where she was looking to meet my pained smile. He put himself before her, it made my heart ache a lot more. Whe I got to them, I didn't let him speak as I gently handed the envelope I had. Judging how his face turned from concerned to guilty, he already knows what's inside.

"I just wanna say something to her, I won't her,"

He didn't speak but moved aside and I was face to face with Selina. I could tell with the way she avoids my gaze, she is guilty with my state. With slightly shaking hands, I took her hands.

Some mistakes get made, it's alright it's okay

You can think that you're inlove, when you're really just in pain

third person

"I know that he loves you and no matter how much love I give him, It won't come to that amount on how much you love him," despite the stutter at the end of the sentence, Y/n kept he chin up.

Bruce was silent but he knew what he did was eating him inside. His guilt was prowling beast ready to swallow him up at that running second. He was the one fueling it as well as regret grew. He understood this act was the cause of his heartlessness but in his mind he knew that Y/n didn't believe that.

What was worse at that moment and had made his guilt grow a lot more was winessing how his now ex-wife acted. Instead of rampaging, she acted civil and collected.

"I won't bother the both of you, all I ask is that you take care of my children,"

With that, she left the couple alone. They were silent but something screamed louder in it.

"Ummi?" Y/n's head shot up as her eyes found Damian who was rubbing his eyes as he had just woke up from a nap. The woman put a smile and walked to the boy, taking her in her arms carrying him. Damian didn't mind this gesture from her as he had grown custom to his only motherly figure in the house. The only woman he will recognize as his mother at the bottom of his heart.

"Hey baby D, why you up? It's half past bed time," Damian leaned his head tiredly on Y/n's shoulder and mumbled, "I'm hungry Ummi,"

Unknown to the boy that his sudden presence was what his mother needed at the moment of rock bottom. With a stuttering voice, she agreed to do the boy's request. Y/n walked to the kitchen with a slow pace while holding Damian close as if someone would try to take him away from her.

That night, she baked a lot of chocolate chip cookies because Damian wasn't the only one who came. Dick came with Jason and Tim after a tight shift in Patrol. They all shared about how their days went before Cass and Duke followed in and entered the last bonding they'll have with their mother.

They say it's better to have loved and lost

To have never have loved at all

Damian fell asleep on the island and Y/n took the liberty to take him to his room. But before he could leave, the slight pull on the hem of her shirt stopped her. She spun her head slowly to meet all of her children's lowered heads and sad faces. They already know.

"Mom I--…We...--" her eldest began his bright blue eyes turning glossy as every second pass, trying to form the right words he wants to say. He always knew what to do when it comes tips and advices for people like a typical therapist as Jason joked but for the first time, even he can't think of anything to do to ease the second special woman next to his biological mother, "Richard, sweet heart…"

The boy didn't finish but rushed towards her and his sibling followed, crowding over her. Y/n welcomed the comfort of the children she come to treasure in her heart. They all head to the living room and continued to crowd Y/n. Damian innocently slept as you cradle him to your chest, Jason and Cass occupied your sides, Tim rested himself beside you legs, Dick held his mother's hand resting in top of Jason's thighs as he no longer minded it, Duke sat at the opposite side of Tim and Stephanie sat beside Cass. All of them stayed up staring into thin air hoping tomorrow wouldn't come.

that could be a load of shit

but I just gotta tell you all

your pov

"U-ummi please…please…."

The weight on my shoulder doubled as I weakly tried to removed Damian's arms wrapped around my waist, his hand clinging to the thick beige sweater I wore to sheild me from the cold wind. I can't even breath with all my sobbing and I can't even see straight with all the free falling down from my eyes and cheeks.

"Damian baby, Ummi has to go," I tried to say straight.

As much as I wanted to shove Damian away so that I won't get caught and cornered up byhis siblings because if I do, it'll make leaving a lot harder than it is.

some mistakes get made, it's alright, its okay

third person

Turns out Y/n did all the things in one day. After signing papers, she had her bestfriend book her a flight to a foreign country. She will need a lot of alone time to contemplate and digest her current situation. Before she head to the cave, she had already packed her things for her flight. Everyone except Damian saw the bags waiting near the entrance. They would have rushed to talked her out when they found her happily talking with their youngest sibling like nothing happened that whole day. They all silently and mentally agreed that their mother needed this, Y/n needed this. Alfred couldn't bear the sad faces in the living room. Bruce didn't bother to come out his room after Selina have left. He can't face her. You don't derserve to see the man who betrayed you.

Dick and Jason was the first to wake when Damian's loud voice boomed outside the house. And soon everyone woke and they all head to the open doors. What they saw woke them to reality. Their aunt Fei's car was parked at the Drive way and beside is was Y/n and Damian, the latter latched on the woman's waist.

No one had the guts to walk over you two and pull the sobbing child on her mother's waist.

"I don't want her, I want you!!" the boy cried. Damian had never cried that much before. He was using all his strength to stop Y/n from entering the vehicle.

Y/n stopped struggling as she finally bursted to fits of sobs and collapsed in front of Damian who pulled her into his tight embrace. Both crying their hearts out.

"Don't leave," he repeated over and over as he buried his face on her neck. "I love you Ummi,"

"Damian, Baby I'm really Sorry. I am so sorry, I love you baby so much," Damian slowly collapse in her arms and Y/n dropped the sleep sedative she hid in her pockets if Damian ever find out. Continous sobs left her as her Dick came to her and took Damian from her arms. She hugged her eldest tightly, Jason followed with few tears escaping his own eyes, then Tim and so on.

Alfred who had been hidden by the crowd of her children walked to her. Y/n didn't hesitate to hug the old man who cried silently.

Y/n hopped inside the car and watched her children sad and crying faces but mostly to unconscious boy held by her eldest child.

#bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne x you #damian robin damianwaynexreader damianwaynexoc wayne batman batboys #damian wayne #damian way x batmom #batmom #sad #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #cassandra cain #stephanie brown #duke thomas #batfamily x reader #batfamily x you

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internalsealpanic · 3 years

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Camp Crystal What?

summary: Camp Crystal Lake is a fine and dandy place to spend your summer, said no one ever. You are inclined to agree with that and so are Damian and Jon.

a/n: I am back from retirement with a REEEEEEAAAAALLLLY long crack fic. (This is long as shit by my standards. Leave me alone.) This was co written and edited by my wife @littleredwing89. She was also the biggest enabler for this. I tried to give reader some executive dysfuction but I don’t think it worked out well. We’ll see. This is my first super sons fic please feel free to roast it.

warnings: This really self indulgent and really long. You would think I would have more gore in a slasher film based fic. No. Apparently not.

masterlist

Jon cackles, his chin lifting only slightly from its perch on your shoulder just enough for you to fully hear the petty sound. You tilt your switch, sticking out your tongue in a vain attempt to avoid Damian’s blue shell. You cry out, throwing your arms up in exasperation as the shell hits you just as you were about to cross the finish line. Your outstretched prosthetic arm nearly hitting Jon in the process, not that you felt too bad about that considering…

“Yeah! Got ‘em, Dami!” Jon says, high fiving a smug-looking Damian beside you. You glare at Jon, who was still leaning against you like you weren’t about to bite his head off. “Whose side are you on?”

“Justice!” This draws a snort out of both Tim and Jason who were both sitting in the back.

“No, you’re not!”

“Yes, I am!”

“He is, (l/n). You needed to be cut down to size," Damian declares, subtly brandishing his screen showing Rozalina doing a little victory lap in her kart as her little star guy floated around her. You pout at him, puffing your cheeks like an unruly chipmunk as you cross your arms over your chest. This only serves to make Damian all the smugger and Jon all the more gleeful at your loss.

You turn the full force of your ire on Jon who was smiling innocently at you, big blue eyes sparkling reminding you of your husky, Yoohoo. You’re about to say something scathing but stop instead deciding to stew in your loss and sulk as you hand Jon your Switch. You’d think he would be more prepared since he was the one who insisted on coming with you to this camp. Now that you think about it, why were they here? All you remember is telling Jon that you couldn’t go visit him over the summer because your parents were sticking you in a summer camp while they go abroad for something and the next thing you know is that you’re in an SUV with Jon, Damian, Damian’s older brother’s, and their friend(?). Whatever she was to them Damiam never adequately explained like everything else. Though you suspect she was Dick’s wife judging from how little they cared whether the other invaded their space. The lack of a wedding ring made you unsure.

You let out a little huff, melting into your oversized Gotham U hoodie, letting Jon lean on you despite your sour mood and touch aversion. You lean against him in return and watch as Yoshi zips past Rosalina in mild petty satisfaction.

You all file out of the car, drowsy and irritable. You muss Jon’s bed head into an even more tangled mess. Neither of you tells Damian about the streak of drool on his face. Tim shuffles the three of you towards the convenience store while Jason politely explains to the mechanic that he’s wrong, Dick orders lunch at the diner and makes a call back to Gotham presumably to make sure Wayne industries isn’t burning down.

Over your shoulder, you can see Jason’s form working hard not to look threatening. It’s not working or maybe the mechanic was shaking because Faust isn’t even trying to hide the irritation wicking off of her.

“He wha-” Tim pinches the bridge of his nose muttering something about Mr.Wayne. He looks pained. Tim hands you a wad of one-dollar bills as his voice takes Timothy Wayne's public speaker pitch. All of the Wayne’s seem to have three voices. Their Wayne voice, their vigilante voice, and their normal voice. Mr. Wayne has the most distinct voice. Dick’s was honestly really hard to distinguish.

You count the wad of cash in your hand as Jon grabs a basket from the pile. You note, with amusement, that at least five of the bills had variations of ‘don’t buy cereal’ written on them in distinct handwriting.

“Kent, are you planning to put the entire store in the basket?”

“Nah, just the good stuff.”

You marvel at the amount of food Jon managed stockpile in your basket while you were distracted.

“Uh, Jon, we don’t need that much.” Plus, I don’t think we can eat all of that.

“They’re right,” Damian chides, making Jon pout.

After a healthy amount of debate, two almost food fights, a near fistfight, and your attempt at puppy dog eyes, you finally narrow the snacks down and even have enough money left for slushies. You shrug at her, adding more blue than necessary. There weren’t rules against this. Plus, it was tastier this way.

“Dami, what flavor do you want?” Jon shouts from the slushie machine. Beside him, you swirl a mix of red, green, pink, and blue slushies. The lady at the counter was wrinkling her nose at you the way Dami is wrinkling his nose at Jon.

Jon’s big cup of neon blue smoothie dropped to the floor in a loud clatter.

“You’re all doomed! He’s coming. He’s coming! That place is cursed!” The scraggly man screams as he shakes Jon. Damian’s lip tries not to curl in amusement as you both watch the scene unfold. Out of context, this was horrifying. In context, it was hilarious especially considering how badly Jon is acting. The clerk at the counter looks appropriately horrified. You look at Jon, feeling a twinge of worry. He’s not in danger. You know that but you can’t help it.

Your concoction flies into the man’s face in no time flat and Jon scrambles to your side as soon as the man drops him. You step in front of him bracing for further confrontation but the man simply walks off muttering about something you couldn’t hear over the beating of your heart.

“Exactly, why am I in the back?” Jason whines, unfolding and refolding himself, not quite sure where to place what limb in the cramped back row of the SUV. You let out a giggle which earns you a rather harsh glare from an already irate Jason. Damian glares back at him for you, in an oddly protective gesture, and you can’t help but feel strangely smug about it.

They glower at each other for a few minutes. Jason, probably knowing this was a stalemate, turns his attention towards the front of the vehicle, sharp green eyes narrowing at the rearview mirror. “Shouldn’t Faust’s short ass be in the back with Timbo and the Three Tiny Terrors?”

You hear an amused huff from the front along with the loud crinkling and shuffling of the map. Faust glances over her shoulder, the bright mischief in her eyes contrasting with the rich brown of her skin. You wonder if everyone in Damian and Jon’s lives were all this pretty. An almost smile quirks on the edges of her lips as she says “You didn’t call shotgun~”

Jason hisses something colorful behind you. Tim, beside him, is chuckling either from Jason’s misery or, based on the defeated cry coming from Jon, having just nailed Yoshi with lightning. Could be both. It was likely.

Jason, looking positively annoyed, unfolds himself and violently settles his feet on Tim’s lap. Tim yelps then says something close to a swear word. Jason grins lazily looking more like a cat as he leans back. This time Jon cries out in joy, the victory music blaring from your switch. Again, Tim hisses something edging towards a curse word. Jon wriggles out of his seat and fist bumps Jason who returns the gesture enthusiastically. In the reflection on the windshield, you can clearly see the amusement in Dick’s smile. Even to your right, Damian seems amused if not outright gleeful at seeing Tim’s misery. You couldn’t quite tell. You weren’t a master of reading Waynes yet. You would turn to Jon but he wasn't fluent either. Faust told you that it would take a while which just meant that you would never master it. Reading people was hard enough as it was. There was always something difficult about interpreting social signals. It was so easy to get them wrong and when you add in the complication of being a vigilante you just found yourself frustrated. You slump into the seat feeling the frustration writhing under your skin. Jon noticing your frustration eases up and gives you a little more space.

"So, what's with the map?" Tim asks, throwing Jason's feet back at him and handing you his switch. Faust wrinkles her nose at the offending piece of paper. "Well, Dicktopus here insisted on the authentic road trip atmosphere complete with bad cell signal, a map, and oh right, getting lost." Dick gives her a look which Faust just shrugs it off.

"Like what? The Goofy movie?" Tim asks incredulously, his brows wrinkling in the rearview mirror as he gives Dick a withering look.

Faust snorts in confirmation. Jon’s face crumples in confusion. You make a small hiccupping noise mimicking the noise that passes for Goofy's laugh and you see as the bleary memory clicks into place. "You mean the old movie we watched last night?"

"It's old but gold," Dick defends fervently, earning him an indulgent smile from Faust and a withering look from Damian. Damian shrinks into his seat unwilling to expend too much effort defending his mentor's taste in movies despite him enjoying the movie. You did too but you wanted to see how this would play out. Behind you, Jason shifts, a shark-like grin plastered across his face. " Just because that's the movie you modeled your life after, Big Bird, doesn't mean it's good."

Dick makes this affronted noise that makes him sound a little like he's squawking. "It's a good movie and you know it!" Dick says earnestly, scowling at a still cocky Jason through the reflection in the windshield. You see Damian, Jason, Faust, and Tim's eyes meet in the rearview mirror, all shining conspiratorially. You and Jon give each other a look, each looking like you're bracing for disaster.

"Dunno, Dick, I think the second one was soooo much better," Tim pipes up finally. It sounds like the spark lighting a trail of gunpowder towards a powder keg.

"I have to agree with Drake," Damian says honestly sounding pained.

Faust rewards him with a conspiratorial smile which makes Damian ease a little. The gesture from what you understood roughly translated to 'it was for the greater good.' "So much for your taste in movies, Dickens," Faust teases, poking a finger at Dick’s shoulder.

"You're one to talk!" Dick says, rolling his eyes childishly.

Faust twists her body to look at all 5 of you, winking at you and Jon as if she was about to perform a magic trick, which wasn't off the table since she could actually pull weapons from her tattooed skin. "You guys loved Lake Placid, right?"

Playing along, you each gave varying sounds of agreement til Dick finally threw his hands up in exasperation. "HEATHENS!" Faust looks pleased as punch at this reaction. You giggle as Dick groans into the steering wheel as you slow to a stop in front of a cross-section.

"Traitors all of you," Dick says, resting his arm on the back of his seat and giving all of you a halfhearted scowl. He kind of looked like Yoohoo when you refused to give him treats.

You all bask in Dick’s misery. You even catch Jon giggling at Dick’s frown despite himself. The rest were completely unrepentant. They don't even bother to hide the self-satisfied smiles on their faces, least of all Damian who vehemently protested to being subjected to such drivel. This is, of course, ignoring the fact that he had watched the movie with the same rapt attention as you and Jon. You all enjoyed the movie just as much as Dick did but it was much funnier to gang up on him.

Dick continues to argue his point as all of you offer, frankly, bogus arguments that you say with as much conviction as Dick levels against you. The banter continues in a rather jaunty rhythm until a fallen tree forces the car into a rather abrupt stop.

"Shit!" Jason hisses at full volume as his knees hit the back of Damian’s seat which draws out a soft 'oof' from Damian which quickly reshapes into a snarl. Tim and Damian give Jason a look of mock sympathy. Jason raises his middle finger in a vaguely familiar gesture.

"Jason!" Dick says, cutting off your train of thought much to your frustration. You contemplate hissing some colorful words yourself.

Jason grunts, probably rubbing his shins. "They've heard, said, and done worse." You hear Jon protest beside you but it's quickly cut off by a 'not you' from somewhere.

Then it hits you. "Oh yeah! Dami did that hand thingy when he drop-kicked someone during lunch," you admit conversationally.

"Dami!"

Damian gives you an absolutely betrayed look. You shrug at him not entirely sure what was wrong. You shrink a little and Damian pulls back a little but still glares.

"Didn't you hear him say the F-word?" Jon adds. You blink at him, running through your memory like a film reel and turning up nothing. "Some of us don't have super hearing," you supply with no real anger behind it.

"Ope, sorry, (y/n)." You shrug at him congenially as he smiles sheepishly at you. No harm no foul.

"Kent!"

"Oh- Uh, sorry, Dami."

Damian doesn't look appeased at all by this.

“Ok, so we’re just gonna skip over the fact that he drop-kicked someone?” Tim asks, raising a brow and you find yourself thinking, “Well, yeah. He’s Robin. That’s kinda his thing.”

Jason snorts beside him, seemingly less irritable now that Dick’s attention was directed elsewhere. “He didn’t get caught soooo..”

“Jason!”

“Jason, we’re not supposed to be obvious about being terrible influences.” Faust jokes, now redirecting Dick’s ire to her. You can’t tell if that was intentional or not but either way she seems to be enjoying how Dick’s expression makes him look like a carp gasping for air.

“Why did you tell them?” Damian hisses, albeit softer than he normally does. You frown at him confused. You thought it was spectacular and you really don’t know what was wrong. You really wish they’d explain it. Maybe you should speak up but would that be rude? You stare at Damian trying your hardest to convey your confusion but you’re having trouble shaping your face into the correct one. You try to keep in mind the face Jon makes when Damian tried to explain quantum physics to both of you.

Turning away from her argument with Dick, Faust looks at you pityingly before speaking and putting her hand up to Dick’s face lightly pushing him back. “Relax, Baby Vamp, I would’ve gotten it out of them sooner or later,” Faust says, looking at you with the same stern look Mr. Pennyworth gives you when you try to steal cookies. It kind of reminds you of the Penance Stare from Ghost Riders but with less flaming skulls and more implied disappointment.

“Tim was the one who ate the last few pieces of the brownies Mr. Pennyworth made for Jason.” The words flow out of you like water from a cataract. Faust waves her hand theatrically as if she had just demonstrated a magic trick. Again, you’re pretty sure this was one. You wince fully expecting Tim to have the same caustic reaction as Damian. But when you turn to look at him to apologize, Tim already had his hands up in front of him defensively. On the other side, not far enough away for Tim’s liking, Jason looks livid, steam coming out of his ears.

“Those were mine, asshole!”

“You eat them every time you’re at the Manor!”

“When I’m at the Manor! Which is what? Once every three months?”

“Two,” Tim deadpans, holding up two fingers.

That was the wrong thing to say, you realize. From the way they’re staring at each other, you’re a little afraid they’d come to blows as Jason surges forward.

“Tim, Jay, I will turn this car around if you two don’t stop.”

“Please, continue.” Dick shoots Damian a ‘you are not helping’ glare but Damian simply answers with a warning one. They all look ready for a brawl and all you want to do is curl up into your oversized hoodie. You play with the frayed edges of your hoodie hoping you’re radiating your discomfort.

And like an angel of mercy, Faust clears her throat. “(Y/n), Jon, help me clear the road.” The statement leaves no room for argument and you and Jon breathe a collective sigh of relief.

Jon lifts the tree with ease. It was an oddly healthy tree, freshly cut. Something about it made your stomach turn. “Jon could have done it alone. Why bring me?” You ask, distracting yourself from the strange feeling by fiddling with the joints of your metal hand which only made you more conscious of how pointless it was to bring you along. Faust glances towards the car. The boys are still bickering. She then glances down at you with a wry smile. “Waynes bickering is really funny from a distance.” Your eyes glance at the light scar on her running down her clavicle, disappearing into the line of her shirt. You doubt it’s from any of them. You really doubt it. The Wayne kids were chaotic, especially the girls, but they’re never- Well, they can be hurtful but not that way. Not that you’ve seen anyway. You shake your head and glance at the car and watch them argue. Their gestures are animated and loud enough that you could almost hear the bickering going on. This liveliness settles your stomach.

You spend a few minutes out there waiting for them to settle down. It was long enough for you and Jon to start debating the existence of Gummy Bear shaped aliens and for Faust to weigh in with her humble opinion. Dick honks at the three of you to tell you it was, relatively, safe to come back. Tim, Damian, and Jason were all sulking in their respective corners while Dick gives you and Jon an apologetic look. Jon simply shrugs as if to say it was normal for brothers to argue but you found it hard to picture Conner ever being that mean to Jon or vice versa for that matter. Faust rolls her eyes at the sulking birds, a fond smile quirking on her lips. Dick gives her a look that was usually followed by the words ‘I miss not being the adult’ which she graciously answers with a smile that plainly says ‘me too.’

In the corner of your eye, you see something- a shadow- move in the woods as you drive off, Dick’s story about space aliens falling away into the background. You turn to Jon who looks at you confused and a little concerned. It was clear he didn’t see it, whatever it was. You turn to Damian but see he’s still stewing. You blin and the shadow is gone. A sticky feeling of dread settles in your stomach.

There's pressure in the car.

The camp is, well, loud.

Louder than you were expecting and full of rowdier children than promised. You wince slightly, ears ringing. You and Damian sigh already knowing that you were both going to be absolutely exhausted by the end of this. You turn to Jon, shoulder slumping, only to find him beaming as he watched the other kids run around. There were alot of days you envied Jon and this was one of them. Damian looks at Jon with utter disbelief. You shrug at him as he wrinkles his nose at both Jon and the hooligans running around. Your lip quirks into a scraggly smile fully understanding.

“This is going to be repulsive,” Damian hisses.

“Lighten up, Dami.”

“Nah, he’s gotta practice being dark and brooding, so when he gets to be the big bad bat he can do the whole brooding thing all-natural,” you joke, using your finger to mimic the ears of Batman’s cowl.

“Please, say that louder. I don’t think the supervillains heard you,” says Damian sarcastically, nose upturned.

Jon grins at you in a challenge. You raise a brow, crossing your arms. Your brain cell takes a vacation.

“HE’S GOTTA-” Damian clamps a hand on your mouth. You glare at him. His eye flicks to Jon who is sucking in a breath. Damian is throwing his other hand over Jon’s mouth when one of the counselors waves you over. All three of you blanch at the color of the shirt.

You all stand in an odd misshapen circle. Damian looks incredulously at the tacky camp T-shirt he’s been forced into while Jon does not contain his laughter. You joke about how a bowtie would definitely class it up which earns you a rude gesture that just makes you laugh harder.

“Alright kiddos, it’s time to introduce ourselves!”

Damian froze under the weight of their collective gazes, the hint of a smile on his face fading. Sometimes being around you and Jon made him forget. Well, not really forget. It was just easier not to think about it when you two were around. Damian feels himself shifting, realigning himself to 5’ 2” of cold arrogance.

It should have scared you just how easily the warm fondness on his face smoothed out giving way to this cold calculating face. It did on some level; on some level, the efficiency of Damian’s face muscles scared you. Sometimes you had to wonder if it was just him or if his brothers had the same knee-jerk reaction.

You roll your eyes as if nothing worrying had happened and bump your shoulder against his. A smile twitches on his lip and the ramrod shape of his spine curves a bit. Jon snickers, not trying too hard to hide it, which earns him the full force of Damian’s ire but you and Jon know all too well that Damian’s just being prickly. You step forward, shoulders broadening, nudging a glaring Damian behind you redirecting everyone’s stares towards you. It’s uncomfortable but you don’t mind. Damian huff behind you but doesn’t protest any more than that. You smile amicably or as amicably as you can. You need to remember the correct shape.

Introductions go off without a hitch.

Jon, like always, has no trouble stirring the crowd.

You make an impression when your introduction careens into a tangent about angelfish.

Behind you, Damian scoffs and crosses his arms over his chest. Contrary to popular belief, Damian did have a tendency to be nervous, especially around new people. This is compounded by the fact that Damian wasn’t really versed in dealing with people his own age which just put him on edge.

Thankfully, all three of you get sorted into the same cabin. The cabin is chaotic in a familiar, childish sort of way with pillows flying everywhere and kids jumping up and down their bed. Jon immediately jumps into the fray. Damian follows soon after Jon hits him with a pillow square in the face.

“Woman up and face me, Kent!”

You look up to the sky and smile in amusement. This is going to be an interesting summer.

The room is solid.

Your eyes incandescent in the darkness. The air crackles in anticipation of the storm.

A silver streak of lightning tears down through the heavens and crashes down into the lake.

A strange dislocation in the universe has emerged.

Your eyes shut.

Your ears pop.

You do not hear as something mangled rises from the water.

You wanted to say this was a horrible idea. Though, you’re not sure how to phrase that without implying they’re idiots. You’ve been hanging out with Damian too much. He’s starting to rub off on you and you’re mildly concerned.

You’d told them that the whole fight was your fault. Ok, not entirely. You simply told the kid off when he was making fun of Jon and you were not gonna stand for that. The kid shoved you, Damian 'accidentally' broke his nose, and the next thing you know is that you’ve been shoved into a random group of campers.It’s been a week but you still weren’t familiar with a lot of the people in the camp. The man with kind eyes said this would be good for you. You really would have preferred staying at the campgrounds, cleaning and doing whatever with the people in your cabin.

“Alright, kiddos, you guys can go swim while me and Jos go check something out in the woods.”

“Don’t do anything we wouldn’t!”

You sniff and bite your tongue, playing with the hem of your shirt.

"You sure they're gonna be ok?"

"What you think they're gonna disappear like Cat?"

Your ears perk up at this.

"Well, I mean-"

"She probably just ran off with one of the town boys."

This was probably the best time to bring up child endangerment protocols or the fact that you’re not even dressed for swimming. By the time you string the correct combination of words, they’re gone. You sigh and huddle yourself into a tree. It’s not like you’re dressed to swim anyway even if you wanted to.

You hug your knees as you flatten yourself against the tree, making sure your prosthetic limb is tucked beneath your normal one. You watch the others as they horse around looking like they’re really enjoying themselves. They probably didn’t realize you were there or did they even notice you join the group. Doesn’t matter really. Right now you would prefer to sit under the tree than risking your arm. Mr. Fox had explained that since it was still a prototype it was delicate.

“HEY!”

You jump. Your skin feeling very confined. You turn to the voice. Jesse, you think.

“Sorry. Could you- can you say that again?”

She rolls her eyes at you and you suddenly doubt the politeness of your speech but no you were pretty sure that was the correct way to say it.

“I said ‘can your arm go in the water?’.”

Oh.

“No?” You were half sure it couldn’t. You haven’t really tested it since it was easier to bathe without it. She gives you a skeptical look and yanks your arm towards her. You yelp. “Hey! What are you-” Your throat tightens when you find yourself at the dock. It’s shaky. The slightest shifting made it move.

You turn your heel mumbling an apology but your arm is yanked back. The grip is stronger now. You look back and see two people holding on to it. “Let go!” you say, trying to wrench yourself free. “It’s- it’s not a toy,” you add but they don’t budge.

“You’re being a baby!”

“C’mon (y/n)!”

“Let’s see how well robots can swim!”

You scream as they throw you into the water.

You thrash your limbs around, grasping for something, anything but all you can feel is the viscous emptiness deforming and reforming with every splash.

You cry out.

The water muffles your screams along with the distant sound of laughter and heckling.

Your mouth is filling with water.

Your lungs. Your lungs are burning.

Your chest aches.

You can’t breathe.

Help!

Please!

Someone!

It hurts.

Your vision is pulsing. The edges are going dark.

Your limbs are going numb and falling to pieces.

The world is sinking.

It’s so dark.

It’s too cold.

Why are you alone?

Where are they?

You don’t want to die like this.

You feel a large hand fish you out by the scruff of your shirt. It tosses you onto the shore; the force as you hit the ground knocks the air (water?) out of your lungs. You heave, gasping like a fish. A large silhouette hangs over you, cold dread licks up your spine but you note a lack of panic. Maybe it was the lack of oxygen.

Your vision comes back in pieces and by the time the world puzzles back together, you’re alone. You’re alone and shivering like a wet rat. You look around, brushing wet hair out of your eyes and you realize you’re not entirely sure of the way back. You curl in on yourself. It does nothing to warm you but you were desperate to feel whole and safe and ok.

You aren’t entirely sure how long it is before Jon and Damian find you or just how they managed it but you’re thankful when someone drapes a heavy towel over your head, muffling the scattered sounds around you. Shakily, you pull the towel over your face. It hides the tears well enough. Your loose hanging limbs tighten around you. You want to shrink, small enough to smooth over the trembling in your body. You know they’ve saved people from drowning before. They’ve saved people from far worse. Heck, they’ve been through far worse. You desperately don’t want them to think of you as weak, as less but here you were trembling. You’re unable to steady your own breathing. Frustration rises in the back of your throat. It is a welcome change from the nonstop medley of panic that’s been shoved on you.

A hand settles itself on your head, the movement stiff, light, and controlled. The pressure increases a touch when you don’t protest. Damian radiates awkwardness as he attempts to ruffle your still-damp hair. You smile up at him through damp hair. Damian simply grunts as he continues to avoid eye contact by staring out at the empty lake.

Jon plops down next to you kicking his feet out in front of him. He gives your space but he’s just close enough for you to lean against if you wanted to. On his shoulder was your ratty oversized hoodie. You tug at his sleeve to ask for it. He hands it to you. You slip it on, not caring that you were still soggy. The familiar, loose weight of fabric against your skin made you feel whole and safe and marginally ok.

Jon presses a hand onto your back mimicking the experimental way Damian had patted your damp hair. He listens to the steadying rhythm of your heart, his own easing back into a calmer rhythm. Damian raises a brow at him and he gives him a thumbs up. Damian’s shoulders loosen and Jon can’t help the snort that comes out of him. You look at him startled and Damian gives him the ol’ Damian glare which makes him laugh out loud. Your eyes flicker to Damian and then roll your eyes, crow's feet wrinkling in the corners of your eyes. You twist your mouth into a weird squiggly line in an attempt to smother a laugh in fear of incurring Damian’s wrath. Jon highly doubts you’d be able to. Damian was, in fact, a big old softie. Sure, he acts grumpy all the time but spending so much time with both Dick and Faust has made him pretty mushy by bat standards but Jon wouldn’t dare say that out loud, at least, not when Damian looked this close to throwing him into the water.

You spend a long time soaking up the quiet before heading back. Jon slings an arm around you but pulls it back when he hears your heart stutter. You pinch and tug at his sleeve and mumble an apology. You see Damian shoot Jon his version of the Pennyworth look.

“Sorry, (y/n).”

“‘S ok,” you rasp quietly.

You three walk along the shore towards the cap. You feel too tired to even blanch at the odd feeling of wet socks as you pad along the path. You walk in silence which is interrupted by a bird call here and there with either you or Jon occasionally asking Damian to translate. He does but for some reason some odd reason, they keep calling you idiot or imbeciles. You watch Damian’s eyes flick here and there. You know he feels it too. The odd feeling of being watched. The rustle of leaves echoes eerily in the stillness.

The counselors, mercifully, let you skip out on the rest of the afternoon’s activities. You curl up in your cabin, warm and very comfortable in the pool of fabric created by one of Mr. Kent’s hoodies which Jon ‘accidentally’ packed. You rolled your eyes at him but accepted it gratefully. You make a mental note to thank him with the mill house cookies you ‘accidentally’ bought at one of the rest stops.

You flip through the yellowing pages of the book in your hand. You aren’t quite sure how to describe how inappropriate it is to give a drowning victim a book on the complete works of H.P. Lovecraft. Then again, it was better than reading Moby Dick. Plus, you’re enjoying yourself trying to find a man who is about as stealthy as a Green Lantern. You’ll have to ask Damian or Jon. Damian’s more likely to have met a Green Lantern but he’s also more likely to give you a boring and entirely inaccurate answer.

You go back to the fish people. Do Atlanteans walk like that? Maybe. It feels odd somehow moving around without your prosthetic limb. Lighter but infinitely more unstable.

“Do you think they’ll find Cat?”

Your ears perk up. Your eyes flick to the window and you see two counselors leaning against another cabin. You shuffle awkwardly somehow moving the mass of cloth quietly. You squish against the wall making sure they can’t see you.

“Cat just ran off. You know how she is.”

“That’s what Raz said.”

“Yeah, where is he?”

“Who knows he’s probably just fucking around in the woods. Doing Bear Grylls shit or something.”

“Hope he comes back soon.”

“Do you really wanna deal with that horny jackass?”

“No but he’s the only decent cook. Do you really wanna taste what awful concoction Ratty has for us?”

Your stomach curdles remembering Ratty’s terrible improvisation of Doro Wat. Ratty said it was their grandmother’s recipe but you doubted it. Unlike the one Jason made for you one time, it was bland. It wasn’t even close to spicy. The vegetables were overcooked while the chicken was somehow undercooked. In short, you had nearly died twice since you got here.

“Nope. I’d rather starve. Isn’t their cooking like a human rights violation?”

Starvation would be a kinder death.

“Yeah. Anyway, I tried asking Jos. Apparently, Raz and a bunch of the other Lil shits have been fucking around in town.”

“Is that where Jackie disappeared to?”

“Probably.”

Ok, so the counselors have been dropping like flies and you have yet to notice. You should probably tell Damian and Jon. Something about this seems wrong.

“Are you ever gonna stop glaring at them?” you ask, plopping on to the log letting your empty sleeve hang loosely off to your side.

“Depends, have they apologized?”

“Ye-”

“Sincerely?”

“Well-”

“Then no.”

“Ok, but does Jon have to pout at them?”

“I’m not pouting!”

“Wait… That’s your glare?”

“Yeah?” Jons says furrowing his brow.

“Batcow’s given me better glares!”

“Again, (l/n) is right.”

“Thank you!”

“Dami, who’s side are you on?”

Damian’s lips curl into a cat-like smile, the kind you saw on Selina. “Justice.”

Jon throws his hands up defeated. You give Damian a low five as he settles beside you. Jon takes the seat on your other side still pouting.

"Do you kids know the rules to surviving a horror movie?"

The chattering dies down and you all fall silent, turning your full attention to the counselor. Your counselor lets out an absolutely delighted squeal, clapping their hands. You don’t miss the absolute dread on your other counselor’s face.

“Ok so, rule 1: Be a virgin-”

“Ratty!” Dawes, the counselor with dread on her face, squeaks elbowing Ratty, Ratchet. “Couldn’t you have worded it differently or you know, not at all?!” Ratty, the horror enthusiast counselor, rubs their arm and sticks their tongue out at Dawes who looks like she’s going to age ten years during this conversation.

If you thought Dawes was pale before, she nearly turns transparent with the next few words that leave your mouth. “What’s a virgin?” you blurt out. You desperately want to curl in on yourself. It wasn’t that you didn’t know. It was just your mouth runs faster than your mind. The kids around you snicker and one of the boys behind you claps you on the shoulder, laughing loudly. You lean on Damian, hiding behind him slightly. Damian shifts so he’s shielding you more.

Dawes sputters out her answer. It’s hard to understand. You watch the others searching for clues for an appropriate reaction.

“It’s a person who’s never had intercourse,” Damian deadpans and you nod quietly.

Dawes’ face lights up like a Christmas tree while Ratty’s twists into pure joy. Damian rolls his eyes as the other kids laugh even louder. It takes a moment but your cheeks heat up realizing the gap in your reaction must have given them the wrong idea. You pinch the bridge of your nose and you sigh. You see Jon snort at you and you stick your tongue out at him.

“See, Dawes, they know.”

“What about keeping them innocent?!”

“I’m not getting paid to do that,” Dawes drags her hand over her face as Ratty shrugs,” ’sides, this is life skills.” Dawes slaps Ratty on the shoulder again making them whine at the impact. “Ok. Ok. Fine. Fine. Jeez, you hit like a son of a- Oh wait, have any of you heard about Camp Blood?”

This gets you all to quiet down.

“Camp Blood? Isn’t that like a video game?”

“It’s like a local ghost story isn’t it?”

“Wasn’t that the one with the fish-”

“It’s not the fish people.”

“Let me tell the story!”

“Ratty, you never tell the story well. You keep making weird voices and you can’t even keep a straight face.”

“SLANDER,” Ratty shouts, throwing up their hands.

“Pffft, you also gonna tell us you can cook a 5-star meal?”

“Ok. Ok. Fine. I’ll just tell it to them straight.”

“What? As straight as Dawes?”

“Pffft, we’d go in circles.”

“Hey!”

“It’s true!”

“You don’t have to say it.”

“What’s the thing about Camp Blood?” Jon pipes, putting a hand over Damian’s mouth probably sensing the sharp remark he’s about to say. Damian licks his hand and Jon pulls away waving his hand like he’s been burned. You snort then blanch when Jon rubs the spit on to your hoodie.

“Gather round children-”

“Ratty, they’re in a circle get on with it.”

“I AM TRYING TO SET THE MOOD.”

“Jesus, ok. So, a looong time ago there was this kid named Jason Voorhes. When two counselors were fu- OW! Jeez, Dawes- Ow! Ok, fine. While two counselors were distracted, he drowned-”

“Sounds familiar,” snipes Damian. An apologetic look crosses Dawes’ face, a confused one on Ratty’s, and sheepish one on Jos’. You squeeze his and Jon’s shoulders.

Ratty shakes their head. “Anyway, they never find the body so his mom comes back and hacks the new counselors into pieces as some soft of demented justice for her kid.”

“That’s a bit of an overreaction,” Jos laughs awkwardly. The glares on them do not waver. You elbow Damian and kick Jon’s foot. Damian ignores you while Jon gives you a look of mock hurt. You roll your eyes at him and attempt to elbow Damian a second time. Again, nothing.

“The thing is one of the counselors actually manages to decapitate Mrs. Voorhees. She disappeared two months after though. Legend has it that Jason still roams the grounds of Camp Blood seeking revenge for his mother.”

The air is humming, thick with the roll of thunder and the premonition of a storm.

There is a dislocation in the universe.

Your ears pop.

You look at Jon who looks vaguely like his mother when she’s sniffed out a story. You look at Damian who is already sussing out every detail of the story. Your eyes meet and you all nod.

“It has to be someone using the urban legend as some sort of cover. Or! Or maybe they’re using the urban legend to mythologize their killings,” you say, through a mouth full of contraband chocolate chip cookies.

Damian snatches the package from you taking a piece.“(l/n), that’s ridiculous-”

“Yeah, we don’t even know if they’re dead yet,” Jon protests, snatching the bag from a scowling Damian.

“What are the odds they’re still alive?”

You all fall silent. “We assume they’re still alive until we see proof of the contrary,” Damian says firmly. You and Jon nod. The movement feels heavy.

“But what if the Jason ghost is a real thing?”

“Possible.”

“(l/n), don’t indulge him.”

“Jon is literally part alien,” you protest

“Jason has come back from the dead and Faust literally has moving tattoos,” Jon adds.

“YOUR DAD IS LITERALLY BEST FRIENDS WITH A 5000-YEAR-OLD AMAZONIAN AND A DUDE WHO CAN LIFT BUILDINGS.”

“Ok, fine but we should eliminate the more mundane explanations first,” Damian concedes accepting another cookie.

“I think we have. It’s too rapid and obvious to be a human trafficking operation.”

“We should find the counselors first.”

“Yeah, that’s a start.”

“Where should we start?”

“Abandoned cabins would be a good start,” you suggest trying not to perk up.

Damian glares at you and you wither. “(l/n), you’re not coming with us.”

“You say this like (y/n)’s gonna listen,” Jon laughs.

“ET has a point,” you say, grinning and opening another packet. You offer Jon the first cookie as thanks.

“Can’t I at least be a cool alien?”

“Nope.”

“Will you two focus?”

“Yeah. No.”

Damian pinches his nose. You completely understand why people think Damian makes a convincing fifty year old. “(l/n)...”

“Ok, fiiiine. I’ll stay out of it.”

“Don’t even think about sneaking out.”

You frown and nod.

You tiptoe through the brush, one metallic arm wrapped around you, the other hanging limply to your side flashlight clasped tight in your metallic hand. Camp Blood isn’t too far. You silently survey a few cabins finding nothing particularly interesting aside from cobwebs and potentially dead animals. The air is musty and decayed. You sniff and rub your nose as you walk through the camp guided only by strips of moonlight. If you were to run into a murderer now, you would only have your flashlight to defend you. You didn’t like those odds.

You’re a deer in headlights.

Dry mouth.

Skin going cold.

A scream burbling in the back of your throat.

The lumbering figure is coming closer.

You know he can see you.

Your feet are fused to the ground.

The light of the machete winking at you from a distance.

The world turns into a blur when your back hits the rotting wood of the abandoned cabin.

“What did I say about sneaking out?” Damian hisses, arm pressed on your neck. You blink. A flood of relief crowds your chest.

You sling your arms around him and he stiffens. You explain away the surprised little yelp as something animal and not something from your friend. “I didn’t sneak out. I went to the bathroom then I wandered off,” you mumble.

“How exactly is that different?”

“Less tiptoeing.”

"Funny."

"It is."

"Have you seen Kent?"

"Sadly no."

"Shit- Don't tell Grayson."

"The fact that you swore or the fact that you somehow lost Superman's kid"

He glares at you and you can't help but shrug.

"Both."

"Fair," you say, pausing for half a breath.”Did you find the hostages?”

Damian’s face falls then hardens then you know better than to ask him.

“We should find Jon,” Damian says finally. You flick your eyes and shake your head pushing down the urge to make fun of his slip. You’ll tell Jon later.

You two walk together, shoes in hand. It was easier. Maybe after this, you’ll ask Tim to teach you how to sneak around.

The sound of crashing wood fills the still night air. You and Damian freeze.

“JON.” Damian is the first to launch himself towards a cabin. You shamble behind him, plodding through the muddy earth as fat droplets of rain splashing down. You would have blanched at the squishing but all you could think about was Jon.

“Jon!”

“Dami! (y/n)!”

“Are you ok?”

“I’m in a hole. What do you think?”

You look him over as best you can in the dark. Damian seems to be having a better time. “You’re not in pain, so yeah.”

Jon huffs, shifting around in the pile of clothes. His nose wrinkles.“This jumper smells like something died in it," he says holding up a particularly old looking sweater. It's blotchy with various stains around the neck.

“Check for a pulse!” you shout, earning a sharp jab to the rib from Damian. You glare and rub your chest.

“Guys, I don’t wanna alarm you but I’m pretty sure there’s a decapitated head down here”

“I’m sorry, can you repeat that?” Damian asks incredulously. Your skin drains of all color and warmth.

“Do you want the good news or bad news?”

“That’s not-”

“Where in that pile of bloody clothes did you get good news?”

“Good news is he’s not here,” Jon says, eyes sweeping around.”Bad news, he’s actually real.”

“Stop messing around and get out of there, Kent!”

“Jon, come on! Fly or something!”

“My powers are going-” Jon jumps. But only manage to just fall back down. “I can’t fly.”

Damian groans. He pinches his nose and goes off to look for something to pull Jon up with.

“Why do you think your powers aren’t working?”

Jon shrugs. “Magic?” This place is cursed.

“We are dealing with a ghost,” you shrug back. You all freeze. The sound of distant footsteps making your heart race.

“Dami!” you hiss, over your shoulder.

“I can’t find anything!”

“Wait,” you say, unfastening your arm and reaching down to Jon. Damian grabs hold of it with both hands and you two start pulling Jon up.

The footsteps are getting louder, closer.

"Hurry!" you hiss quietly.

Your hearts are racing.

You pull, Jon getting closer.

He’s almost in arm’s reach.

The man is getting closer.

You can hear his breathing.

You pull Jon up, feet kicking. You wrestle him into a hug with one arm, making a little happy squeal into his hair low enough that only they can hear. Damian nudges you with your arm.

“Well that was scary,” Jon whispers into your shoulder. Damian smacks him upside the head. You laugh but cut yourself off when you see Damian stiffen. “RUN!”

You all scramble up and begin to dash away. You look back over your shoulder, machete winking at you, hockey mask visible in the dim light.

You stumble, feet getting tangled in roots. You yelp, bracing for impact and possibly dying. You feel arms scoop you up. You squeak. “No one gets left behind, soldier,” Jon says grinning.

“How are you still a goof when we’re about to die?” you laugh incredulously.

“He clearly gets it from his father.”

“ Pfffft, probably or maybe it's an alien thing.”

“Are you really gonna make fun of me, right now?” Jon protests, shouting over the rain.

“You two! This way!” Damian points to a small hole in the hillside.

“I’m too tall for that!” Damian glares.

You snort. “Just duck.” Jon scowls at you then sighed.

You all slide into a small crevice and hunched together.

“What’s the plan?”

“Jon, are your powers working?”

“Kind of?”

“Ok, that’s one thing we have going for us,” Damian hands you a phone. "You call while we distract him."

"Why do you have to distract him?"

"Ask him yourself, (l/n)."

Your eyes sweep up to the tall figure. Your mouth goes completely dry.

"Fuck."

Jason brings his machete down in a swift arc light. You grab Damian by the scruff of his shirt. The machete embeds itself into the wall, getting caught in the process. Your moment of relief doesn’t last long when Jason lunges for you. You scream as he catches your arm. With a soft click it detaches and you scramble away and out the hole into the pouring rain. He’s hot on your heels. You hear a loud thud. You look over your shoulder. Jon’s resting against the wall, head slumped. You see him throw Damian to the ground. You call 9-11 as you hurl your shoe at him. The dial tone is ringing. When you look up again, Jason is heading towards you. You stumble barefoot trying to get away. Predictably, you fall, foot catching on another tangle of roots.

“Hello? Hello? Is anyone out there?”

“Please help,” you whisper as Jason raises your arm to the sky. Your life flashes through like a film reel. Your breath is caught. Lightning flashes.

You watch the lightning cut through the heavens. The silver streak of light connecting might your arm and by extension Jason. The arm explodes. Shrapnel flies everywhere. Jason bursts into flames. The smell of burning flesh cutting through the air. You watch in open-mouthed horror as another bolt of lightning hits. He falls body fried to a crisp. You wretch the smell still strong.

"Kid! Kid! Are you ok?"

"No…" you gasp, bile lining the back of your throat, "please,hurry. We're at Camp Blood."

You’re cold and wet and forced to huddle into one blanket since the officer who responded only had one on hand. Damian is talking on the phone. It’s hard to make out amidst the pouring rain, so you settle in letting Jon rest his head on your shoulder as he drifts to sleep. The officer said the rest of the force is coming to collect the bodies. The camp is most likely gonna be shut down for the summer. You weren’t keen on spending the entire summer with your cousins.

“I’ve informed father that you’re staying with us for the rest of the summer.”

“Informed?” you laugh, relieved, ”good luck telling Jon that.”

You both eye him. Jon snores into your ear and you can’t help but smile. “He’ll be fine.”

Bonus

The map in Jon’s hands crinkles loudly as he shuffles through it trying to find the correct route. You know the route. You memorized it before you even set off. You did it instead of studying for finals. It was certainly more entertaining than studying for a US history final when you already knew it was just gonna be about the American Revolution, World War II, and probably the Vietnam war. You hold back the snicker threatening to spill from your lips when, with each crinkle of the Dollar Store map, Damian’s brow twitched. Yes, this was the purpose of the map. It was most certainly doing its job well.

“You think they’ll still have the same dumb camp activities?”

“You say this like you weren’t squealing to try all of them.”

“Was not!”

“Dunno, Jon, Dami has a pretty good memory.”

Your car rolls to a stop in front of a cross-section. You drum your fingers against the steering wheel before you let curiosity override your self-preservation.

“How did you convince Dami to come along?”

Jon tilts his head at you in question. “I didn’t,” he says slowly, “I thought you did.”

Your passenger goes deadly silent. You both twist your bodies to look at him. Jon gives him a knowing smile while you give him a reassuring one that says ‘it’s ok you can tell us’. Damian avoids all eye contact like the plague, glaring at the window like there’s a particularly interesting speck of dust on it.

His eyes narrow. And you have the odd urge to follow his gaze.

The trees shift.

The pressure in the car builds.

Jon’s laughter stalls.

A shape flickers in the distance.

Your ears pop.

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a/n: THANKS FOR READING! Yes, reader has a prosthetic limb because I was reading 3 birds. Also, this can be treated as pre-slash. Epilogue is up for interpretation. Probably. Also fun fact, Faust is the basis for merc reader. I could not resist putting her in.

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anothertimdrakestan · 4 years

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hello please may i request the batboys proposing to their s/o 🥺 those marriage hcs were real cute and they just got me thinking u know. thank u 🖤

How The Batfam Prosposes To Their S/O HC

ofc! thank you! check out the marriage hc HERE! this req is beyond adorable and i tried to live up to the cuteness 🥰

Dick Grayson:

- dick would be SO EXTRA dude

- he'd get all your loved ones, family, friends etc and bundle up his whole family and have them waiting to suprise you

- he seems like a proposing on your anniversary so you don't expect it guys

- if you're down for slightly public stuff he'd take you to a theme park like disneyland and you'd both spend the day with your loved ones watching tim and dami bicker over the fastest way to get to the most rides or your best friend totally simping over jason and him flirting like a motherfucker, hand in hand with dick, just happy that there's finally a perfect day where everyone is together

- imagine going up on a huge rollercoaster and dick whispering all his favorite moments with you as the cart ticks up a massive hill

- then right before the drop, dick turns to you, "what i'm really asking is: marry me y/n" and the ride drops, you screaming yes as you zoom down the massive hill and do loop de loops, your happy tears flying all over the place

- the picture they take when you drop shows you cry-screaming while dick grins like an idiot

- getting off the ride dick's brothers and your loved ones are bouncing off the walls "WHAT DID YOU SAY" y/b/f screeched as soon as you come out from the ride

- with one hand you held up the printed picture of you screaming with "she said yes!" written on the top and with the other hand you held up a brand new, gorgeous ring siting snuggly on your finger

- the rest of the day is spent hand in hand with dick, you keep walking around saying "look how pretty my ring looks next to this!" or "WAIT LET ME TAKE A PICTURE WITH MY HAND OUT" and you both get tons of adorable candid photos with various disneyland/theme parks places and items that you'll be treasuring forever

Jason Todd:

- texting jason that your boss suprisingly let your team off work a couple hours early you both made plans to meet at home for dinner together and a night in, a rarity recently with how busy you were finishing school and having a job while he had red hood duties

- coming back to your shared home there were rose petals trailing you into your bedroom, and a huge paper screen blocking you from seeing the kitchen or your dining room, but you wanted to let jason have his fun so you followed the petals

- on your bed was the outfit that makes you feel like a hot bitch and a note saying "hey angel, put this on then open the laptop" and you complied

- as soon as you put in your login a video titled "to the love of my life" which was pretty sappy for jason, but you clicked anyway

- a roughly edited video shows jason sitting down, his cheeks slightly tear stained as he says "y/n i've loved you with everything and more, more than i ever knew was possible. you taught me i deserved to be loved and you showed me how to live life to the fullest" as he continued you felt tears start to brim, jason was always more of an actions guy so these words meant everything to you

- the video was so intensely personal it had you openly crying at the end when jason smiled at the camera "hey love, you're probably crying right now - i know that because i love you beautiful. so, care to come back outside now?" the video ended and you got up, realizing what was about to happen

- at the end of your hallway was jason, dressed in a suit, his cheeks stained with tears like yours, holding out his hand for you

- trying not to fall apart you stumbled into his embrace while he kissed your head, pushing you back slightly to get on one knee with a cheesy grin

- "i didn't think i'd ever get to do this, you know i always think in the negative, but with you everything is good. so be my good, forever. be my better half, my favorite thing, my home, my girl, forever. marry me y/n" unable to speak through all the flooding emotions you just nodded, letting out an excited squeak as jason grabbed your hand, sliding a ring on the finger

- leading you into the dining room jason had whipped out his expert chef skills and made an amazing dinner, and the two of you spent the night reminiscing on old memories, hoping for amazing future moments, and just relaxing in each other's embrace

Tim Drake:

- tim is not smooth let's be real, and when you've been with him for all those years he physically cannot keep a secret from you so you knew something was up when he actually set aside 5 hours for a date night, uninterrupted

- it took about 3 tries to get dick to break and admit tim was planning on proposing that night, you expected it soon, neither of you were big on suprise public moments and were super open in communicating and had both agreed that this year was the best to finally get engaged, tim always wanted to make you feel safe and this would be no different so you weren't worried

- taking careful notice to apply only waterproof mascara you were ready for a tear filled night with the love of your life

- during the fancy dinner you were jittery and excited waiting for a ring in your pasta or a note under your napkin, but nothing, and tim was acting normal as ever, making you think he'd aborted the mission

- it was always fun having a private dinner with tim, he loved to rent out the roof of gotham building and gettting a private dinner served on top of the world, making you feel like the only person in the world

- as you finished cracking jokes, telling stories, and overall just loving each other's presence you got up and went to head down when tim grabbed your hand, pulling you into a hug whispering "ready for a little suprise my love?" while your breath caught in your chest as almost on cue a helicopter landed on the other side of the top of the building

- wind whipping around tim kept your hand in his, helping you in and securing you, putting on your headset and giving your cheek a quick peck

- as the helicopter took off you saw gotham from god's eye view, watching as it got smaller, melting into the last few rays of sunlight, tim gave your hand a squeeze as he said "the view's almost as pretty as you y'know" with your favorite cheesy grin

- as the helicopter turned giving you a perfect view of the setting sun tim began his speech, pulling your hands into his, "y/n through every up and down you've been there, i always thought i wasn't wanted until i met you and i can never repay you for everything you've taught me, i'd give you the world if i could, but i think the next best thing is giving you me. in every moment i promise to be yours, your sidekick, your partner in crime, your secret keeper, and your lover. i will always be yours, no matter what. and tonight i'm asking you to be mine, will you marry me y/n?"

- you nodded vigorously as tim pulled out a velvet box, opening to take out a beautiful ring, slipping it on your finger while you pushed away tears

- the helicopter dropped you both off outside of gotham at one of jason's safe houses that tim had transformed into a little one night home, and it was far enough outside of gotham that you could see the stars, laying on the roof as tim listed off various constellations and you both whispered about your future together, hand in hand with your other half for the rest of your life

Damian Wayne:

- when damian told dick his plan to just ask you to marry him during patrol he got a whole lecture about the importance of making it a memorable moment and blah blah blah so damian really wanted to live up to this "life changing moment" where he's not even marrying you just asking you as if after all these years you'd suddenly say no

- so that's how you ended up packed into one of bruce's cars with titus and damiwn driving to a supposedly beautiful hiking trail

- you were genuinely concerned for damians mental health because every time there was traffic or titus needing a rest stop he looked like he was going to burst a blood vessel

- once there the hike was serene, the three of you trekking up a beautiful mountain surrounded by the fresh air

- during a particularly sweaty patch you lazily took off your shirt, hoping to get a little cooler, you normally trained in a sports bra and leggings anyway so it wasn't weird until damian refused to take his shirt off too. as you and titus sprinted forwards you teased dami "love bird i can see you sweating cmon!" but he continued to refuse and you let it go

- you'd both slowed down to a walking pace as you rounded to the top of the mountain, the view was beyond beautiful and you plopped down on the crest of the mountain, using damians lap as a pillow while titus sprawled across the both of you

- as damian mindlessly played with your hair, lightly tugging it as he stayed deep in thought you took a moment to really appriciate your boyfriend

- he's eyes shone and his jawline was slightly hardened in a way that shows he was busy in thought, your eyes traced down from his perfect lips to his neck, where you noticed a thin white string hanging around his neck slipping down behind his shirt. without thinking, and before dami could react, you tugged the string out of his shirt, a golden band with a perfect diamond met your eyes before damian could stop you from seeing it

- "d-damian is that what i think it is" you whispered, sitting up to face him while he blushed

- "beloved, i was trying to think of the words to say but you're always three steps ahead of me aren't you" he whispered, untying the string with ease and slipping the ring off of the string, he stared at the ring unable to make eye contact with you "everything i do is for you my love, and though i don't quite understand why cementing it in the eyes of a government is important, if it means i can love you for my entire life i will do anything. so please my love, my best friend, my favorite girl, marry me beloved" he finished, swallowing harshly to fight back the rogue feeling to cry

- you did not hold back. letting tears slip out while he put the ring on your finger you flung yourself into his arms and he relaxed in your embrace, titus beginning to lick your face clearing the tears while you giggled, truly on top of the world with damian, forever and always

a/n: these all got so sappy ahcowkfjr i'm such a fluff monster omg... anyways! i tried to keep them fun and interesting but i definitely air with damian on the side of thinking proposals are slightly overhyped and as an anxious bean i already get scared at the idea of everyone looking at you no matter how in love you are haha so all the proposals were kinda personal i hope that's okay lolzzz anywho! love you hope you enjoyed!

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buttterknifeee · 3 years

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Tims S/O vs. the batfam

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

Alfred

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

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

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

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

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

Dick

Is EXTREMELY protective of Tim

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

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

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

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

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

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

Duke

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jason

so basically

you were scared of jason

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

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

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

“Why do you call him replacement?”

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

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

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

so yeah your relationship does improve a bit

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

Cass

you were even more scared about Cass than Jason

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

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

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

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

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

Steph

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

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

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

It took a solid month before she actually talked to you

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

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

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

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

Yeah so now you’re besties

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

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

Barbara

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

Immediately went to interview mode when she met you

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

“... Im like 16″

Asides from that, shes pretty chill

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

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

Damian

You were super nervous about meeting him

Tim recalled events with him like he was recalling a war

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

“Drake brought home another guy/girl/person”

“damian shut the fuck up”

one day you catch him painting in his room

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

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

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

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

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

Bruce

ah, bruce. the final boss

You couldn’t help but feel absolutely terrified.

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

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

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

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

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

“who are y- what are you doing here-”

“oh um hello Mr. Wayne”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

After a brief moment you smiled and took it

“Yeah, thats me”

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msookyspooky · 2 years

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Sooo I see you need advice 👀 I DID NOT THINK YOU WOULD ACTUALLY CONSIDER JASON HOLY SHIT 😂 THINGS GOT SO REAL. Listennnn as much as I think Jason is hot...hear me out...I think Kincaid is the better option 👀 I can already hear the Jason simps coming for me BUT HEAR ME OUT. Jason is so toxic lol if you want your story to be more REALISTIC obv u should stick with Kincaid since HE ACTUALLY HAS A CHANCE. Jason is too much like Billy and after everything we've been through there's no way we would probably associate ourselves with him. I feel like us showing any interest in Jason would make us look like a dumbass who can't learn our lesson 🤐 it'd be out of character to not see the warning signs with our PTSD and major trust issues too.

I don't think we should risk our character looking dumb. IM SORRY, BUT NO 😂😭 James, Stu and Billy, then Jason? It's the same song and dance ALL OVER AGAIN. Sure, we all know the attraction is going to be one-sided even if it's Kincaid, but at least with Kincaid I can see us TRUSTING HIM. I couldn't imagine us even being friends with Jason UNLESS we try to see the good in him BUT EVEN THEN, I would think we'd suspect his bs and he'd get killed off early from Billy and Stu simply cause their scared he'll do something to us.

BOTH would put up a good fight, but like you said it's inevitable that Jason will die bc it's 2 against one. The only way Jason could probably survive is if he had a partner 👀 if we were to actually TEAM UP WITH HIM. This could be very interesting for the plot, but it could be out of character unless we've known Jason for a while. You could tie this back to our past and be like 'okay, y/n meets Jason, an old friend/lover from her OLD HIGHSCHOOL, someone she has old, good memories with.' That right there could explain us feeling an inclination to trust him, however, I still feel like we'd end up looking like a clown who can't see the signs of a psycho 🤡 you know? it'd butcher our character development to fall for his act, even if he is from our past and we used to know him. If there's anything we've learned from Woodsboro, it's that u can't trust old friends/lovers lmao

With Kincaid on the other hand, there's a higher chance of him surviving. He's got the police backing him up after all. HE'S A COP, so we would trust him pretty easily automatically. It would be realistic for us to get close to him since he's going to literally be helping us to survive. I could actually picture us being receptive to his feelings, whereas with Jason I feel like IF we felt an attraction, we'd be self-aware enough to realize that the feelings AREN'T real. With JASON, after literally thinking we had feelings for Randy and Derek in the past, do you REALLY think we'd make the same mistake? The same mistake of comparing another guy to Billy and Stu and CONVINCING ourselves that we like them? HELL NO. I feel like obv we're going to be more mature and ALOT MORE SELF-AWARE AFTER SEVERAL YEARS. I can't imagine us confusing our feelings ALL OVER AGAIN. It would legit piss me off since I consider myself a very self-aware person 😭

With Kincaid, you could also do the same thing with his character by bringing up our past. You could be like 'Y/n grew up with Kincaid as a child. The two briefly dated in high school BEFORE she moved to Woodsboro. The two decide to catch up over lunch and realize how much they missed being friends.' This is just another idea for making us trust Kincaid more and giving us more backstory. Kincaid having a past with us will also make STU AND BILLY MORE JEALOUS. Him being a cop is gonna drive them crazy, BUT FOR HIM TO BE AN OLD FRIEND OR EX BF THEY NEVER HEARD OF?! You can't tell me that wouldn't bug the hell out of them lmaoooo they'll feel insecure that another guy could have known us intimately before them and that this guy knows more about us than even, they do. They'll probably be thinking we lost our virginity to him and be livid 😂 they'll be livid he's a cop sooo he's gonna give them a run for their money.

With Jason, I feel like they'd be LESS JEALOUS bc altho he's like Billy, they may think the only reason we might reciprocate feelings is bc he's similar to them. They may rationalize this in their head and think 'oh yeah, there's no way she's over us if she likes someone just like us.' They'd be less jealous bc they may think we're confusing our feelings. I also feel like they may be MORE SCARED of what Jason could do to us then jealous of him just bc of how he's got them bad boy vibes and they could be worried Jason could become physically abusive. He would remind them too much of James's abusive ass and altho they don't wanna admit it, they still care and would kill him for laying a hand on us 🥴

Whereas with Kincaid, even if you don't want him to have a past with us, I still FIRMLY BELIEVE Billy and Stu would be more jealous of him bc he's everything they're not. With Jason, there's the comfort of knowing we might not be over them, right? They'd be livid, but it's probably there. But with Kincaid, there isn't that comfort bc he's the complete opposite of them. There's no trying to say 'oh, she only likes him cause he reminds her of us' bc HE DOESN'T. He's sooo different that Billy and Stu are going to be pissed that we might have actually moved on. They're going to be jealous that he's kind, has a good job, that he isn't crazy like them and can actually give us what we need.

Overall, with Mark, we have a chance of HURTING THEM. Why? bc Mark will be OUR HERO. Remember when Stu and Billy took pride in killing James and trying to protect us from Randy's accusations? How Stu always tried to protect us from Billy's temper and killing us? You can't tell me these two didn't enjoy protecting us, especially Stu. Stu even said in Sequels Suck, "You don't have me protecting you anymore." They kinda have a savior complex I feel like deep down and to have their roles REPLACED? To see us have a guy who's willing to do anything to protect us and is able to do it successfully? IT'S GONNA HURT. AND THEY DESERVE TO GET HURT AND FEEL LOWKEY REPLACED 🙃

This took way too long to type 😂 I wouldn't mind Jason, but clearly, I prefer Mark 😏😂 I just feel like most would prefer Jason to have his own series and possibly not die in it lol I myself would prefer Billy and Stu despising him in his own series and tryna steal us away 😍 And I just want a normal guy to like us, you know? Give us an ounce of normality. In the end, whatever you choose is bound to be good tho ❤

THIS.

This is my exact thought process too. We are trying to get into a career of Criminology we aren't that stupid to trust JD again at 23 yrs old after everything at Woodsboro and Windsor.

Listen, I get it. JD is the OG bad boy with psychological issues. But Billy would see him as competition in a mocking way and kill him instantly and Stu would just plan out not like him. I actually think JD would be crazier than Billy and Stu. Idk why but JD feels more unhinged than they do and it would be a disservice to our character to repeat old mistakes all over again.

After Sequels Suck; the romantic tension is going to be much more focused on the boys. Mark Kincaid may be a distraction and the boys themselves think he's more of an option than he really is (Just to make them insecure and pacing the floor while we're at the station and they can't even get near it) but nothing to the level the Derek, Randy, Billy Stu thing is in Sequels Suck. When with JD, he's such a fan fav that if I kill him or have him rejected; some fans r gonna be upset.

Kincaid is everything they will never be. Period. And that has them nervous and hurt and desperate. And there won't be a damn thing they can do about it for once. With how much of a control freak Billy is and how emotionally impulsive Stu is...That's gonna sting.

I'm pretty decided on Kincaid and JD will have his own story. (Like, this story doesn't exist and JD moved to Woodsboro right when Billy and Stu were crushing on us sort of thing) Thanks for the suggestion of him being a childhood friend or ex; that could work 🤔

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catxsnow · 4 years

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EASIER THIS WAY J.T.

Request: Hi! Girl.....I LOVE U AND YOUR WRITING! Can I make a request?! Jason Todd x BatSis! Where they complety fall in love with each other but try to hide it at all cost. Like Nickelback song: trying not to love you. Thank u 🥰

Warning: all the fluff, some of the angst, 100% soft Jason

A/N: I’m hoping that this was the vibe you were going for?? If not I’m so sorry! How are you all? I feel like I’ve been inactive lately and I’m sorry for that.

Also I don’t do batsis x batboy so this is just they’re roomates and friends. Though reader did get training from Bruce.

Send me some chats, some asks, whatever you’d like I’d love to get to know you guys more!!!!

Word Count: 4.5k

Relationships were messy.

With every relationship that you had ever witnessed, there was always someone that got hurt. The kind of heartbreak that never left you and the pain that would last a lifetime because you thought that this one person was meant to be there with you forever. No, relationships seemed like they were not worth the risk.

You stayed clear of them. Your whole life you managed to avoid having a relationship - it was never a priority and it was always something you thought to be a waste of time. You had casual relationships - hookups - but never committed enough to see yourself as a couple. It was just easier that way.

Then came Jason fucking Todd.

Jason was a man of many mysteries, and each one you solved brought you closer and closer to breaking your one rule. You were allured by him, constantly. He was the only person you had met that wasn't afraid of getting things done, even if it wasn't always morally right. He knew where to draw the line between saving and suffering.

You couldn't help yourself from these feelings with Jason. Your desire to constantly be with him, to fight along side him, even during your free time you spent it with him. If someone ever saw you and Jason apart, it would have come as a surprise. The two of you were inseparable since the day you met.

As your feelings grew, the more you realized that this wasn't friendship that you wanted with him, it was love - you fell in love with him. However, your life's beliefs of not wanting a relationship held you back. Dating Jason would only make things messy, you weren't ready to face something like that.

So, you hid them. Not a single person knew about your feelings for Jason Todd and you were going to make sure it stayed that way. With no one knowing, there was no way that anyone could pressure you to act on how you felt about him. No one to tell you that you and him would be perfect together.

As much as you told yourself that it was better this way, you still didn't want to believe your words. It was a constant struggle to keep your feelings from him. The everlasting longing to be with him in a way that was more than friendly clouded your mind. He was constantly lurking in your mind, dreams, and nightmares.

Nightmares of the ones you cared most about dying. Nightmares of turning against every moral you worked so hard to achieve. Nightmares of becoming the evil you tried to defeat. Nightmares of losing Jason.

That was the kind of nightmare that clouded your sleep that night. Losing him for the second time in the hands of the Joker, this time with no Lazurus pit to bring him back. He was gone, and never to return.

"NO!" You yelled, waking up from the horrible nightmare. Sweat covered your body and matted in your hair. Your breathing was heavy, uneven, and unable to return to normal. When you tried to push the hairs out of your face, your hands shook with an uncontrollable tremor. This nightmare had shaken you to the bone.

"(Y/N)," Jason stood in the door way of your room. The light from the hall shadowed his face, but you could tell from the lean body and hoarse voice that this was indeed him. He had heard you scream, aware that your nightmares were sometimes too much for you to handle by yourself.

Jason said nothing as he watched the tears slip down your face. He closed the door to your room and sat on the edge of your bed. He knew what it was like to struggle with nightmares night after night. They carried an effect with them that seemed to last days, lingering in the back of your mind like a leech.

You were frozen in your spot. Knees up to your chest and unable to tear your arms away from your body long enough to wipe away the salty tears. The warmth of his hand on your skin brought you out of your mind and back into the real world. You eyes snapped over to his, concern written within them.

"You wanna talk about it?" He asked, already knowing that the answer was going to be no. You shook your head, not wanting to tell him that it was him that you saw dying once more. "Do you want a drink?" Another no.

This wasn't the first time that he came barging into your room after hearing you scream. It happened at least once every month. Each time it was the same thing: he would come check on you, ask what you needed, sat on the edge of your bed until your shaking and crying was gone, then leave.

The habit was something that you always appreciated from him, but something that you never spoke directly about. Jason knew you didn't want to talk about your nightmares when the sun was bright in the sky, he never asked or expected you to. He did know, that no matter what he was always going to be there for you.

Jason realized his feelings for you a long time ago. He knew that he loved you and yet he forced himself not to say anything about it. Things were easier this way, he couldn't risk losing you as a friend because of his greed to make you a lover. So, he said nothing. He kept his feelings to himself and didn't let anyone know about them.

Just like you did.

"Jay," you spoke. You were so quiet that Jason thought that he was just imagining your voice. As he looked over to you, you were already glancing expectantly up at him. "Stay with me?"

"Of course," Jason assured. He wasn't sure why you were asking him this, he always stayed for you. Jason didn't care if he lost hours of sleep for you, he just wanted to make sure that you were okay. By the end of the day, knowing that you weren't causing your own self-destruction was what mattered most to him.

"No," you shook your head. Stiffly, you unpeeled your limbs from your chest and scooted over on your bed. The left side of your bed was open for him to join you. "Please... I just, I need to know you’re here if I have another nightmare. I need to know that I didn't lose you again."

"You're not going to lose me," Jason promised. He was surprised that you wished for him to stay with you. Never had you even gave him the assumption that you wanted him to stay in your bed. This, this wasn't part of the routine that you had together. It didn't make Jason feel any less giddy at your offer.

Jason rolled under your covers to join you in your bed. He felt unsure and weary as he laid beside you. The bare skin of your arms just barely brushed against his; even with the heat between your sheets it still sent a chill up his spine. For once when he was with you, he felt vulnerable.

The great Jason Todd felt as if he could melt to your touch in this moment. He felt as if he would do anything you asked of him, just to please you. Jason wanted to tell you that he loved you, and yet, he stayed quiet.

The silence in the room seemed to scream at you. You wanted to smack yourself for inviting him into your bed. This did nothing to help you hide your feelings for him, but you couldn't help it. The fear in your veins from your nightmare made you weak to him. The words you told him were true, you needed him there to keep you sane.

You stared up at the ceiling. The racing of your heart kept you from falling asleep again. Whether it was residual fear from the nightmare or the idea that the love of your life was sleeping next to you for the first time. Either way, darkness refused to take of your mind.

"(Y/N)," Jason spoke. You could hear the shuffle of his pillow as he turned to look at you. He seemed to hesitate with his next words, unable to find what he truly wanted to say. Instead, he settled on, "You know that I'm always going to be there to help you, right? Even if you're to scared to ask."

"I know, Jay."

Ever since the night that Jason stayed over, it seemed impossible to keep your feelings at bay.

As you woke up the next morning, you found yourself cuddled into his bare chest with his arm around you. The calming peace that you had in his arms was something you hadn't felt since you joined Batman and Co. You never wanted to let that feeling go, but you knew if you succumbed to that, you would have done the same with your love for him.

So, before he could wake, you sneaked out of your own room. The night was never spoken about again. You wanted to bring it up to him every time you saw him. If only he knew that he was the reason that you had the best sleep of your life. You wished he knew how safe you felt with him, and that your heart couldn't stop racing at his touch.

When Jason woke up to your empty bed, he felt nothing but disappointment. He was excited to wake up next to you, hopefully cuddled into your side with a loose smile on your face. He wanted to enjoy your beauty and kindness the second that he woke up. Jason wanted to wake up next to the person he loved.

But he didn't. Which meant that you didn't have the same feelings for him as he did for you. Jason stayed silent about his love for you. Not a soul could find out about it - he wasn't sure what would happen to your friendship if you knew he looked at you as more than just a friend.

As weeks passed, the two of you seemed to grow apart. You didn't seem him as much during the day, missions were never together, even going on patrol at night you both went you separate ways. You missed him, a lot. But, knowing that you were hurting now meant that you would have less heartbreak in the future - easier, less messy, and piratical.

With everyone else being busy that night, you and Jason decided to train together. It had been far too long since you had a good session and you had to admit that he was the only person that would push you to your limits. Jason knew your weaknesses and where you needed to work the most. He was the best person to train with, even if you didn't want to.

After strength training - which you fell far behind Jason in - you needed to spar. Usually, you would love to spar against anyone in the family. Now, having to go against Jason seemed like pulling teeth. It was the last thing you wanted to do. It wasn't the fact that you had to fight him, it was how close you got.

Sweat covered skin brushing against each other. Ragged, heavy breathing with groans of exertion. It was as if he was just teasing you with his sounds and movements. As if he knew how you felt and wanted to put you through pain.

You bounced around, light on your feet. Jason's fists were up, ready to strike just when the moment was right. Sweat glistened off his skin and the light shining off of him distracted you in more ways than one. You had just barely missed his punch with a duck, followed by taking advantage of your low height to take his ankles out.

Jason managed to catch himself before falling. He was quick to retaliate, throwing his fists nonstop towards you. He might have had the strength, but you had the speed. You dodged every punch he threw until he back you up into the wall. No place to go and stuck between him and the wall. Foolishly, you had let him trap you - maybe your subconscious wanted him to do it.

"Thought you knew better than that," Jason teased. He no longer had his hands in fists and they were relaxed at his side only for a second before planting themselves on the wall on either side of you. Bruce had taught you better than this - you knew not to get cornered - yet here you were.

"I do," your voice cracked. He was standing too close to you, arms on either side of your shoulders to keep you in. You felt as his mercy here, frozen to your spot wondering what he could do to you - and not in the bad way.

Jason only raised an eyebrow at you. You jammed your elbow into the inner crook of his. His arm crumpled just enough for you to get out of his hold. Without giving him a chance to realize what happened, your kicked your foot right into his bare chest. He slammed against the wall that you were just trapped in with the wind knocked out of him.

"Thought Bruce taught you not to let your guard down," you mocked him. Jason rolled his eyes at you and went forth with his attack. Quick as lightning, Jason tackled you to the ground so your arms were pinned above your head and your legs between his thighs. You could feel his muscles tensing against yours.

"Turn of tables huh," Jason smirked. You were utterly defenseless against him. If it were any other person, your instinct of fear would have taken over, but this was Jason. The things he did to you without even being aware of it nearly drove you crazy. Right now, you didn't feel fear, you only felt lust.

He's gotta get off me, now.

Jason felt frozen in his spot. This power he had over you in that moment, he wanted to uphold it forever. He wanted you beneath him at all times. This crave of your attention was pushing him to places that he never thought he would be found in. Everything about you drove him to different limits.

He loved you, and he knew that he couldn't.

You felt his grip on your wrists tighten before loosening altogether. You wondered what the hell was going through his mind right now. His face was cold, just as it always was when he was trying to hide something from you. The second his grip loosened you were flipping him over and taking his position.

His hands were locked to the ground level to his head and you sat right at the base of his stomach. Jason was by far strong enough to get out of your grip but it didn't seem like he wanted to. He remained still, watching your every move like his life depended on it.

Jason's chest rose and fell, it seemed to get even more ragged since you had taken your position. You wanted nothing more than to lean down and press your lips against his. You wanted to take advantage of this moment and appreciate every inch of him. But you couldn't, you knew you couldn't.

"Wanna call it a tie?" You finally broke the deadly silence. If you didn't end your spar now, you weren't sure how you were going to end up. The ability to contain yourself was already diminishing.

He looked disappointed for a partial second, but covered it up just as fast. Jason didn't want this spar to end. He wanted the constant tango between the two of you - it seemed to be the only time that he ever got to be this close to you. The desire to have you in his arms was keeping him up at night.

Part of him prayed you'd have another nightmare just so he had an excuse to sleep next to you again. God did he want that - the simplest of touch from you drove him insane. He needed more, he needed you. And yet, he stayed silent, keeping you in the dark about how he truly felt.

"Sure."

"I can't do this anymore."

You had just gotten out of the shower after a long night of patrol. The towel was tightly wrapped around your body and the small patch of the mirror free of steam shone back at you. Hair was matted to your neck and you couldn't distinguish the tears from the water droplets anymore.

After all this time, you had finally broke. It was easier to keep your feelings hidden at first. No one got the chance to tease you, no one had the opportunity to turn the best friendship you ever had into a hatred. You got to be friends with Jason still and keep up the moments you wished you could have been together with.

It had taken you so long to realize that being with him, without being with him, was tearing you down more than it was keeping you going. Being so close to Jason and not getting to be with him, that was killing you more than being part of the batteam was. You couldn't take this pain any longer.

Frustration of all these years wasted with trying to hide your feelings from him washed over. All for what? To try and avoid a heartbreak that may or may not happen? A risk that you were never willing to take. No, hiding your love from him was something you could no longer do anymore.

All the nights you stayed up having to tell yourself that this was easier were pointless. Truth was, it wasn't easier. Keeping your love from him hidden was the hardest thing you had ever done. The only possible challenge that could be harder? Telling him the truth.

"Fuck!" you yelled. Rashly, your fist jammed into the mirror that you were staring at. Broken shards fell into the sink along with droplets of blood. You didn't mean to act upon your frustration, but it has taken over your body. Your hand clenched into a fist, blood flowing out of the fresh cuts.

A knock at the door made you jump. "(Y/N)?" It was Jason waiting just outside your bathroom door. Of course it was him. He was always ready to jump to you whenever he heard the slightest of unsettling noises. That was just one of the hundreds of reasons that you loved him.

Reluctantly, you opened the door. You stood there with nothing but a towel and a bloody hand. Jason's eyes immediately darted to your wound, followed by the broken mirror.

"What'd you do?" Jason asked. He had already known what you did - what he wanted to know was why. You never lashed out like this before - and you seemed fine all day. You only shrugged in response - this wasn't the right time to tell him the truth. "Come on, let's get you wrapped up."

You sat down on the edge of your bed as Jason rifled through your bathroom to find some bandages. He worked silently, not speaking a word as he cleaned the blood away. Jason was gentle with you. He acted as if any rash movement would have caused you to run from him.

By the time that you had a bandage wrapped around your knuckles, your breathing seemed to be back to normal. However, Jason kept your hand rested in his, deep in thought. He wanted to know what overcame you to do this. He just wanted to know that you were going to be okay.

"You gonna tell me what's wrong? Or am I going to have to get Dick to get you to talk?" Jason partially joked.

You looked beautiful right out of the shower. Then again, he always thought you looked beautiful. He wanted nothing more than to pull your towel away - he wanted to see you. He wanted to admire every part of your body and kiss every inch of skin. He wanted to tell you just how perfect you are to him.

"I think it's time to get some sleep," you answered. It wasn't what he wanted to hear. Your responses were never what he wanted to hear. The three little words that he so desperately wanted you to say to him were never at the tip of your tongue - at least that was what he thought. Truth was, you were always so close to saying it.

"Guess I'll see you tomorrow then," Jason held back his disappointment. He released your hand from his hold and stood up. You watched as he paused above you. Jason leaned down to kiss the top of your head before going to your door. "It's not good to bottle things up - I would know."

"It's easier that way."

Jason rarely woke you up from nightmares. He was far better at containing his fear in the middle of the night than you were. It was always something you envied him for. He always seemed so much stronger than you, so much more capable of taking care of himself.

So, when you heard him scream in the late hours of the night, you knew that whatever dream he was trapped in must have been far worse than his usual nightmares. You rushed out of bed to go check on him. For once, you were thankful that your rooms were so close together.

Jason was sitting upright in his bed. Sweat dripped down his chest and his breathing was so ragged that his whole body shook. When light cracked into his room, he nearly jumped. However, when he met your eyes, it was was like you were his saving grace. Jason had never been so relieved to see you there.

Nightmares, of course, clouded him. This one had been particularly gruesome. Joker had kidnapped the both of you. He made Jason watch as he beat you to death with the same crowbar that had been used on him all those years ago.

Seeing you alive and in person was just what he needed to calm down.

"You okay, Jay?" You asked in a timid voice. He wasn't like this often, you didn't want to spook him more than he already was. Jason ran a hand through his sweaty hair and then nodded. Now that you were here, he felt better.

You sat down on the edge of the bed and placed your hand over top of his. He flinched at your sudden touch but relaxed as you dragged the pad of your thumb across his skin. Jason suddenly snatched your hand in his. He pulled you into his bed without even giving you time to process what he was doing.

You laid on your side with his arms wrapped tightly around you. His chest pressed into you back and your legs intertwined. By the way that he was gripping you, you knew that he never wanted to let you go, not after his nightmare. It didn't matter, you could lay in his arms forever.

Jason grabbed your hand that had been bandaged for most of the week. Your knuckles were still bruised but the cuts were scarring over. He surprised you by pulling your arm back and kissing the back of your hand. His lips on your skin sent a pleasurable chill up your body. You couldn't help but imagine what they would feel like elsewhere.

"Stay with me?" Jason asked. He sounded just as vulnerable as you had a few weeks ago. You wanted nothing more than to stay with him, to soak up his warmth throughout the night and wake up to him in the morning. But you also knew, if you stayed with him once more, you weren't sure if you were ever going to be able to leave again.

He seemed to notice you hesitance. Instead of backing down, Jason had called his cowardice enough. You were both grown adults, there was no reason to hide from feelings that were obviously there. He couldn't hold back any longer, he couldn't live with himself without knowing your feelings for him.

"Stay with me every night?" Jason changed his question. He felt you freeze up in his arms. Your arms were tense and the small shapes you were drawing on his arm stopped. You flipped over to face him. His eyes locked with yours and he never wanted to look away. "Sleep here with me."

"Jay..." you trailed off. "What are you saying?"

"I'm saying I'm tired of this," Jason sighed. He searched your eyes for any split second of hesitation. He didn't want to stop this, he needed to tell you the truth. "I'm tired of not acting on my feelings. I'm tired of going day in, day out as if I don't love you. I'm tired of having to pretend that you're just a friend, because fuck, I need you as more than that."

You had no idea that he had felt this way about you. The yearning that you had for him was just as bad as he had for you. Jason needed you just as much as you needed him. There was no point in hiding it any more. You couldn't hide it any more. No matter how many times you told yourself it was easier to keep quiet, you knew that it no longer was.

"Fuck, Jason," your voice cracked. "I love you, I love you so fucking much."

Jason's hand gently gripped the side of your face. He pulled your in to his chest, firmly pressing his lips against yours. This kiss meant everything to you. All the stress that you had with him, all the longing, the nights of self-destruction because you never believed that love would ever find you, it all washed away.

The way that Jason kissed you was as if it was the only thing keeping him alive right now. The oxygen that depleted in his longs meant nothing to him, he just needed to keep this kiss going. He couldn't part ways with you, not even for a second.

Jason slid his hands down to your hips and pulled you onto his lap without breaking the kiss. He needed your body as close as he could get. Your touch felt as if it was burning him alive but he just wanted more of the flame. He needed this warmth to encase his whole body, he needed you with him forever.

"Never leave me," Jason whispered, finally pulling away. You needed the air, but you needed him even more. Your one hand rested on his chest and the other against his face.

"You've got me, forever."

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i-am-a-reader-fear-me · 3 years

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A Percabeth AU where they keep their relationship secret in fear of what their parents might think. (Warning: this goes over both PJO and HoO so it's very long):

The beginning of TLT goes as it should but after Percy is claimed, Annabeth is suddenly meaner and colder.

He remembers the Poseidon/Athena rivalry but doesn't see why they have to hate each other bcuz of their parents.

But Annabeth doesnt relent.

They still go on the quest together bcuz "you are so going to fail without a daughter of Athena."

But they still argue a lot and give poor Grover a satyr migraine.

When they have that bonding moment on the truck, Percy thinks maybe they're sorta friends, but Annabeth proves that wrong later by calling him a "Seaweed Brain" bcuz he's so stupid.

Percy fires back with "Wise Girl" but Annabeth seems to take that as more of a compliment than an insult.

(He doesn't stop calling her that tho)

After Luke betrays Percy, Annabeth's the one that found him after the dryads and she drags him to the infirmary but completely denies caring about him afterwards.

By SoM, Percy is so done with this and goes over to her asking if they could be friends.

Annabeth, who actually would like to be his friend, agrees with reluctancy, saying, "We have to keep it a secret though, or who knows what our parents might do."

Percy agrees.

Grover knows they're friends now cuz of the empathy link, but doesn't say anything.

In TTC, when Annabeth falls off the cliff, he blames himself more than ever, bcuz if they hadn't been fake arguing she might not have been distracted and fallen.

Thalia blames him even more too, and he has to keep his cover and can't tell her he knows it's all his fault.

Nico asks if Annabeth is Percy's girlfriend.

He says no, but he has a funny feeling in his heart.

He goes to the attic to ask the Oracle about Annabeth.

It doesn't answer.

When he thinks Artemis is about to ask Annabeth to join the Hunters, he knows he has to tell her something, even if it meant blowing their cover.

He breathes a sigh of relief when Artemis asks Thalia, and Annabeth is waiting for him to talk with narrowed eyes as if trying to figure out what he wants to say.

He chokes. (~Like doesn't say his feelings, not actually choke lol~)

In BotL, they are totally going out on a secret unofficial movie date but ofc the fiasco with Kelli at Goode happens.

Annabeth gets really jealous when Rachel appears. (Especially since Rachel has more opportunity to go out with Percy bcuz Annabeth and Percy have to pretend to hate each other.)

Percy, ofc, does not realize why in Hades she's acting like she really hates him even though they're in private.

At camp, they're playing Capture the Flag when they stumble on an entrance to the Labyrinth.

They go down to hide from monsters and end up stuck.

It's so dark Annabeth grabs his hand to keep from being separating. (~this is canon, they were holding hands I checked~)

When they find their way back out, it appears almost an hour had gone by when they were sure they were down for a couple minutes.

The campers were searching for the two of them and are immediately suspicious when they find the two alone. Together.

But they forget about that when Clarisse comes and asks about the "hole" they fell into and Annabeth suggests they continue talking in private.

It is then that Annabeth, Percy, Grover, and Tyson go on their quest.

When Annabeth and Percy reach Mount St. Helens they are quickly found out.

Percy tells Annabeth to escape saying he has a plan. (He really doesn't)

She kisses him. (~whaaaaaaaat~)

When she leaves, Percy apparently decides to cause a volcano to erupt. (~ya he doez~)

He lands on Ogygia, while Annabeth, thinking he is dead, goes back to camp, alone.

When she returns, they ask where Percy, Grover, and Tyson are but she refuses to say anything.

They realize what happened.

They have a burning of the shroud ceremony where she doesn't say anything, sitting, her face emotionless, but her heart in turmoil as she listens to Chiron.

That's when Percy crashes the funeral.

Annabeth is outraged.

She pretends it's because "THE WHOLE QUEST IS BEING HELD UP BECAUSE OF YOU! AND WHAT WERE YOU DOING, ENJOYING A VACATION AT PARADISE ISLAND?!?!"

It's really because she was head over heels with worry and grief (while he's off with sOmE imMorTal gOdDeSs) but she can't let anyone know that.

She is certainly not happy when Rachel joins their quest.

(Percy still doesn't get it.)

Before TLO, they are playing Capture the Flag, and the two are on opposite sides. (~in The Demigod Files, the story they find Festus for the first time in~)

Annabeth and Silena capture Percy and Beckendorf and the boys suffer an utter loss. (Were the myrmekes part of the plan? They'll never know.)

Beckendorf and Silena totally know they like each other no matter how much Percy and Annabeth fake it and try to get one of them to ask each other to the Independence Day firework show.

Annabeth does end up asking Percy and they watch the fireworks secretly next to the woods so no one sees them.

They hold hands or something else just as cute idk.

In TLO, when the Battle of Manhattan starts, everyone is surprised when Annabeth let's Percy take the lead.

When she takes the blade for Percy she says it was bcuz "I didn't know it was him!"

"So you would take a blade for anyone if it wasn't Percy?"

"...yes."

But by this time everyone secretly ships Percabeth so no one questions it.

After the war, Percy gives up immortality mostly for her but only those two know it. (And maybe Grover).

Annabeth asks him to meet her in the woods and when he does, she brings him a lumpy blue-colored cake which Tyson helped make. (Bcuz of course Tyson knows that they're secretly friends but Grover told him not to tell anyone).

They kiss, duh.

But then a monster comes out from the woods and they don't want to fight it after they just had a war so they run.

They end up by the lake and Percy pulls Annabeth in to get away from the monster.

Cue best underwater kiss ever.

They date in secret for two months but Percy's mom knows.

When Percy goes missing, Annabeth freaks.

She searches for him everywhere and if anyone asks why she's searching so hard for someone she doesn't even like, she just replies, "He probably just disappeared bcuz it's his turn to do the camp chores and I will not let him slack off," or "Who else am I supposed to use for target practice???"

(None of the campers who'd been in the Titan war buy it.)

In SoN, the only thing Percy remembers is Annabeth, but for some reason, he has this instinct to not tell anyone about her so he doesn't.

In MoA she still judo flips him and acts all mad (which she is) but he still laughs it off and says all sarcastic, "Oh, did the smartass daughter of Athena miss me?"

But he missed her too.

When they go to eat lunch Annabeth and Percy excuse themselves to "go to the bathroom" but they really snuck off to have their own private reunion.

"I missed you so much, Seaweed Brain. Don't ever disappear like that again."

"I'm sorry, Wise Girl. I missed you too."

*kissing*

Later, when Annabeth and Percy sneak off to the Pegasi stables on the Argo II and sleep next to each other.

Frank finds them.

They swear they didn't do anything and threaten Frank into silence.

He can never look at them the same way again though.

When Annabeth has to get the Athena Parthenos, Percy paces the deck of the Argo but says he's not worried about a daughter of Athena.

When she finally gets the statue, he goes down to meet her but she trips and falls into the Pit.

He catches her, but now he's hanging on a ledge.

"Percy, let me go. You can't pull us both up." She whispers, knowing they're too low for the others to hear.

"We're staying together. You're not getting away from me. Never again." He whispers back.

"As long as we're together."

At least in Tartarus, they don't have to pretend they don't absolutely, utterly love each other.

In Blood of Olympus, Percy, Annabeth, and Piper are walking underground to the monster's base in the Parthenon when they see a trident mark in the ground.

Annabeth says it's the place where Poseidon struck the ground.

At this point, Percy turns to Piper and asks, "Can you keep a secret?"

Piper nods.

That's when Percy kisses Annabeth.

When he pulls away, he says, "This is where the rivalry ends….for us, at least."

Piper acts surprised but on the inside she is rAGING bcuz now Leo owes her ten bucks but she can't tell him.

After the Giant war they consider telling their friends, but they're not sure…

Idk how to end this just keep going

Sort of a bonus:

The Hephaestus and Athena cabins worked together to make everyone monster-proof phones (which also correct their dyslexia) and Annabeth and Percy use them all the time to text each other and no one knows.

Jason asks Percy to come to a cafe with some of the others, and Annabeth and Percy are texting the whole time.

Their convo goes something like this:

'hey Annabeth, me, Jason, Frank and some of the others r going to that cafe on 31st street'

'*Jason, Frank, some of the others and I' 'Really? Piper, Hazel, and I are going there too. They mentioned Jason, Frank, and Leo might be there, but not you.'

'weird, they didn't say anything about u either' 'hey wait a sec, Jason's texting on some gc called Operation Get Them Together' 'the other guys' phones r ringing everytime he sends something…'

'What? Operation Get Them Together???'

'yeah'

'....'

'what'

'Oh no.'

'what??? Annabeth????'

'They're trying to set us up.'

'wdym set us up'

'I MEAN, they're TRYING to get us TO GET TOGETHER'

'huh?'

'THEY WANT US TO GO OUT PERCY! YOU KNOW, TO BE A COUPLE???'

'ok okkk u don't have to yell'

'🤦‍♀️'

'so what do we do'

'I think we should go along with it.'

'wait hold on, Jason's asking me who im texting'

'Wait, tell him it's your girlfriend. Just to screw with them.'

'haha yes ur a genius'

'I know.'

Percy tells Jason that he is texting his girlfriend, to which Jason replies by "What?!" and frantically starts typing on the group chat to tell everyone that 'YOU GUYS PERCY SAYS HE HAS A GF ABORT MISSION ABORT MISSION!!!'

To which Piper is the first to reply, saying, 'Nah, trust me, keep going with it'

At this point, they reach the cafe, and the boys and girls meet up at a table.

Annabeth, immediately going into acting mode, says, "What is he doing here?"

Percy fires back with a scowl and says, "You didn't tell me she was going to be here. I'm leaving."

Jason stops him tho

Percy and Annabeth sit down at the table, but everyone is still standing.

Piper and Hazel say they have to go to the bathroom and leave.

Jason and Leo say they're going to go order (even tho it's a sit down with a menu and order type of cafe???)

Everyone seems to have some kind of excuse to leave until Percy and Annabeth are left alone.

The two pull out their phones again.

'Seriously? This is their plan? Say we're all going out to eat and then leave the two of us alone?'

'ig' 'what do we do now'

'I don't know.' They're probably spying on us…'

'um is that Reyna, Hazel, and Calypso in the bushes with mud and green war paint on their faces?'

Reyna, Hazel, and Calypso were indeed hiding in the bushes (with binoculars) with mud and green war paint on their faces.

'Wtf?? How'd they do that so fast???' 'And is that Leo and Piper holding newspapers with eyeholes cut through???'

'lol yea...then that eagle flying above us is prolly Frank'

'Jason is hiding in the clouds to your six.'

'where r Nico and Will?'

'I think that's them making out in the bushes.'

'lmaoo im so gonna tease them for that' 'so what do we do now Wise Girl'

'...' 'Follow my lead.'

'k'

Annabeth puts away her phone and stands up.

Percy follows her lead.

She says, "We know you guys are there, just come out. It's not going to work. And we see you too, Nico and Will."

The other demigods come out of their hiding spots (the two who had been called out looking especially sheepish).

"Why not?" Piper says, knowing perfectly well why not.

Percy looks between Annabeth and Piper, and seems to come to a decision.

"Because," he says and goes over to Annabeth and kisses her, "we're already together."

The responses were very diverse.

"What?!"

"I knew it!"

"Leo! My ten bucks. Now."

"Yeah, I walked in on them sleeping together…"

"So we did all this for nothing???"

"Wait, did you say sleeping together?"

They arguing stops as two flashes of light almost blind everyone and two gods appear.

Poseidon and Athena.

For several seconds, the two gods just stare at Percy and Annabeth (who are now holding hands just bcuz)

Then, finally, after what seemed and EXCRUCIATINGLY long time, Poseidon turns to Athena and says:

"I was right, you were wrong, I was RIGHT, you were WRONG, I WAS RIGHT, YOU WERE WRONG, YOU OWE ME FIFTY DRACHMAS BIRD BRAIN"

This was not the reaction the demigods was expecting if you couldn't tell

Athena just scowls and makes a pouch filled with drachmas appear, and throws it at Poseidon.

Poseidon catches it, bringing out what appears to be a phone and starts calling someone.

Athena goes over to Percy and Annabeth.

She looks mad, and Annabeth tries to let go of Percy's hand, panicking, trying to think of a lie, but Percy doesn't let go.

"My daughter is the smartest and best of my children, and as much as I don't approve of this, if she chose you, sea-spawn, she must have a good reason. But if you step one foot out of line, I will have you punished, understood?"

Athena addresses this to Percy, who nods fearfully.

"Good."

Suddenly there are a bunch more flashes of light as more gods appear bcuz apparently, Poseidon wanted everyone to see that he was right and Athena was wrong.

Ofc chaos ensues.

But Percy and Annabeth are still holding hands and look at each other and feel overwhelmingly happy for the first time in a long time because now they don't have to keep their relationship a secret anymore.

THE END~

WTF HAVE I WRITTEN.

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Coat Closet (Rafe x Reader)

A/N: Another Rafe fic! I loved this idea but it took me a while to even think about how I would have to make Rafe act sweet towards the reaer but keep up his attitude with the Pogues. Also, btw, this happens in an AU where Rafe didn’t kill Peterkin.

Pairing: Rafe x Reader

Request: Can you write a Rafe fic about him having had a crush on the reader for a long time and one night a party turns into a smaller get-together and they end up playing truth or dare + reader and Rafe get dared to do a 7 minutes in heaven type thing and he confesses to her 🥺🥺🥺

Summary: As Sarah´s birthday party comes to an end, the remaining people decide to play truth or dare.

Warnings: I believe only swear words and teenagers insulting each other lol

COAT CLOSET

It was ironic, really. The fact that Rafe Cameron had fallen for Y/N Y/L/N was just simply ironic.

After all, Rafe had always had a special place in his heart to hate the Pogues. But for some reason, he never seemed to be able to hate you.

It all started the first time he saw you. You had been hanging out on the beach with JJ and Pope during the summer before high school began when Rafe had shown up along with some of his friends. He had been trying to piss JJ off when you had come back from the water.

Rafe swore he had never seen anyone so perfect. Your smile was shining against the bright sun, you skin was glowing, your eyes were twinkling, and you hair was drifting along with the ocean breeze. He fell silent at once.

“Cat got your tongue?” JJ joked. But Rafe was too busy staring at you to even hear him.

When you had approached the group, you frowned. What are the Kooks doing here?

“What’s up?” you asked. You knew from what JJ, John B and Pope had told you that Rafe and his pack of frat-boy wannabes were trouble.

Rafe cleared his throat and replied before JJ could even open his mouth, “Nothing. Nothing at all. We good here?”

Rafe’s index finger was motioning towards JJ and himself, making JJ frown. As far as he knew, Rafe never gave up a fight. “Uh... yeah. I guess.”

Rafe smiled slightly, before turning towards you and saying, “It was nice meeting you.”

With that he turned away. The rest of the Kooks that had been with him stared at his back before following him, finding his actions to be very unlike Rafe.

JJ shared a look with Pope as if to say, What was that? However, their thoughts were interrupted by you.

“Well, he seems nicer than what you guys make him out to be.”

JJ scoffed as Pope coughed. “Nice, my ass. He probably thinks you’re cute or something. He’s never acted like that with us and the only difference to the other times we’ve been with him is that you’re here.”

This made you laugh. “As if.”

Pope shook his head, knowing that both your stubbornness and JJ’s was going to lead to a possible fight. “C’mon, guys. Let’s just head back to the water.”

You quickly pushed Rafe out of your mind. However, Rafe didn’t seem to be able to do so.

He kept on imagining what your tan skin would feel like under his fingers, or how soft your hair must be. He was completely smitten with you, and that made him feel disgusted at himself. How could he have taken even a slight liking towards a Pogue?

As time went by, Rafe continued to torment the Pogues when you weren’t around. The Pogues would tell you about this all the time, but you never really believed them.

“He’s just really nice to me,” you’d say. It was true, he had never bothered the Pogues when you were around.

John B would laugh and tease you. “That’s because he likes you.”

“Stop!” you’d exclaim with a laugh. “You don’t know that! For all we know he could be crushing on Kie or something.”

Kie would only scoff and say, “Yeah, ‘cause Rafe is so nice to me.”

Meanwhile the Kooks would laugh at Rafe’s behavior.

“Dude,” Topper would say, “just hook up with anyone else and forget about her. How could you even think about liking a Pogue?”

“Shut up,” he would mutter.

The Kooks would continue to tease him and question his feelings, but this never made them waver. He was still enamored by you and your presence.

When Sarah began dating John B, Rafe secretly thought it meant he might get closer to you. Sure, he hated the Pogues, but if Sarah was hanging around them that meant she was hanging out with you. And yes, he would give Sarah shit for being with the Pogues, but he knew that this was the only opportunity he was going to have to get you alone, ever.

This was why he was so nervous for Sarah’s birthday party. It was happening around him at that precise moment, and he had been looking around for you all night.

Since you were here, Rafe had not tried to start anything with the Pogues. He even broke a possible fight between Kelce and John B just because you were here.

However, Rafe hadn’t even seen you. He just knew of your presence around the house because he had specifically asked Sarah (about twenty times) if you had arrived.

You, on the other hand, hadn’t even thought about Rafe during the night. You had been dancing around with Kie and Pope for most of the time and would sometimes be joined by JJ, John B, and the birthday girl herself. You had also been drinking, just enough to be buzzed, and you were just enjoying the night. After all, you were going to be staying at the Cameron residence until the next morning, so you didn’t have to worry about your parents finding out that you had been drinking.

As the party began to simmer down, people began to leave. It was just past midnight when the group had been reduced to the Pogues, Rafe, two or three of his friends, Scarlet (Sarah’s Kook best friend) and a couple of more stragglers, including some of the Cameron’s cousins.

It was the first time Rafe had seen you all night, and he felt his breath get caught in his throat. You were dressed in really simple clothing, but Rafe thought you could make literally anything look amazing. You were also wearing makeup, which he assumed Sarah had applied, which truly surprised him because he had never seen you wear makeup before. He tried to approach you as to start a conversation but was interrupted by his younger sister.

“Hey,” she screamed over everybody else, “Let’s play truth or dare!”

The fifteen or so people that had stayed back sat down in a circle in the living room. The couches had been pushed back to make space for a makeshift dance floor, and that was where they were seated.

Rafe began to walk towards you, so that you could both be seated together and strike up a conversation, but backtracked when he noticed you were already surrounded by people.

He took a seat next to Jason, his best friend, who only chuckled at his luck. “Just get over her, dude.”

Rafe ignored him, staring at you in a longing way.

You were pretty much oblivious to his stare on you. You were actually pretty much oblivious to his whole crush on you. Sure, the Pogues would tease you with him but you were almost certain that whatever they were talking about was false.

However, their teasing had made you reflect on Rafe a lot. You had decided a long time ago that, if it ever came down to it, you would happily try dating him. He had always been nice and sweet to you, and would always ask about how your day had been whenever you would bump into each other. He made you feel important, and you really liked that.

Sarah had arrived at the circle once again, this time with a bottle of vodka in her hands. She placed it down in the center of the circle before announcing she would be the first to spin. The bottle landed on Kimmy, who chose truth. Sarah made her cousin confess the most embarrassing thing that had happened to her, to which she responded she had peed her pants in the seventh grade.

It was then Kimmy’s turn to spin the bottle. It landed on Kie, who chose to dare. Kimmy made her take off her shirt for the following two rounds which Kie did, as she had a bathing suit underneath.

The game continued for various rounds, during the which JJ had to kiss Pope, John B had to jump into the pool, Scarlet had to down three tequila shots, and many other dares. Suddenly it was Jason’s turn to spin the bottle, and he smiled in a menacing way when it landed on Rafe.

“Hmmm,” Jason pretended to think while “I dare you to go into the closet and do 7 minutes in heaven.”

Rafe’s eyes widened. He didn't want to kiss anybody except for you, but he also didn’t want to kiss you if it was part of a dare.

“U - um, with who?” Rafe asked, not really wanting to know.

Jason pretended to have a look around the circle, even though he knew exactly who he would call on.

You stared back at Jason trying to decipher who he would call. When his eyes fell on you, you noticed how his pupils stopped moving. A smirk grew on his lips.

“With Y/N.”

A jolt of nervousness went through your body before you told yourself to calm down. Nothing had to happen, right?

You stood up, brushing off your clothes, and walked towards Rafe, offering a hand for you to help him stand up.

The Pogues were shocked. They did not expect you to agree to the dare.

Rafe stared at your hand not believing how quickly you agreed. Does this mean you liked him, too? He continued to only stare at your hand.

“C’mon, Rafe,” you ushered him, wiggling your hand in his face. “It’s not that big of a deal.”

Rafe nodded, dumbfoundedly. He took your hand and stood up, surprised when you didn’t let go of him and lead him towards the coat closet that was in the living room.

Trying to seem confident you opened the door and dragged Rafe in. Closing the door behind you, you turned around and placed your back against it.

“Hey,” you said to Rafe.

“Hey,” he replied scratching the back of his neck.

“So, how are you?” you asked trying to make conversation while looking around at all of the fancy coats there were in the closet.

“Oh, um, good, good. Yeah, I’m good,” Rafe swallowed a lump in his throat. What the hell is wrong with me? “How have you been?”

You smiled while walking towards a big fur coat hung right beside Rafe. “I’m great.”

Pulling the jacket out, you tried it on. You giggled as you said, “Look at this coat! It makes me look huge!”

Rafe smiled at your childish antics. He still thought you looked tiny, and the coat seemed to be eating you up. “Yeah, it kind of does.”

“C’mon, let’s find a coat for you!”

While you began searching for a coat, the rest of the partiers outside had counted a minute since you and Rafe had disappeared in the closet.

“Oh, wow!” you exclaimed pulling a coat out. Rafe was staring at you, smiling and lightly biting his lip. “Come here! Let me put it on!”

Rafe stepped closer to you, trapping you between the wall of the closet and himself. You placed the coat around him and helped him slip into the coat.

“Now we both look huge!” you stated a goofy smile on your lips.

Rafe chuckled again. You could only smile back.

You turned around once again but lost your balance. You would have landed on your butt if it weren’t for Rafe’s strong hands catching you and pulling you towards him.

“Careful,” he said looking down at you.

“Yeah. I know,” you replied looking up at his eyes. “I’m just really clum...”

The words had died in your mouth. His green eyes were staring straight into your soul, and you felt the tension rise around both of you.

Outside, the rest of the partiers had counted to three minutes since you and Rafe had disappeared in the coat closet.

You smiled up at Rafe. “Hi,” you said softly.

“Hey,” he grinned back.

The both of you were leaning in. Your hands, which were on his chest, could feel his heart racing. Is he nervous? you asked yourself.

Rafe stared at you, expecting you to pull back. If she doesn’t pull back in the next five seconds, I’m going to kiss her, Rafe made his mind up.

One.

You were still smiling up at him.

Two.

His eyes turned down to your lips.

Three.

You stared down at his lips.

Four.

He looked back up at your eyes, looking for reassurance.

Five.

Rafe leaned in, the only thought on his mind was you.

Finally, you thought as you pressed your lips into his.

Explosions. That was what Rafe felt. His stomach felt like it was going to explode because he finally, finally got to kiss you after two years of wanting you. He could finally wrap his arms around your body, under your big coat, as your hands traveled up to his hair, making his signature hairstyle fall apart. Your lips felt like heaven to him, and he could only hope you thought the same thing about him. He shuffled, moving one of his legs between yours and slowly moving his hand down until it reached the bottom of your thigh.

Pulling away, Rafe latched onto your neck and hoisted you up so that you could wrap your legs around his waist under the coat he was wearing. His tongue danced around your neck as you were sure he was going to leave marks upon it. You moaned softly, his lips feeling like heaven to you, and you could only hope he thought the same thing about you. He smirked at the noises and whimpers leaving your mouth, pressing you further into the wall so that he could have a better angle to kiss your neck.

One of your hands was pressed against his chest again, and you slowly moved it down so that it was close to the waistband of his pants. He pulled away and stared at you.

“Hey,” you said, smiling.

“If you go there, there is no going back,” he said quickly. “I really don’t think I’ll be able to control myself.”

You giggled and smiled at him. Pulling your hand back. “We’ll leave that for next time.”

Rafe smiled, before kissing you again.

Outside, the rest of the partiers had counted to seven minutes since you and Rafe had disappeared in the coat closet.

Sarah approached the closet and knocked softly.

Both you and Rafe were startled and pulled away. You turned towards the door and listened. Had seven minutes really gone by so fast?

“Hey guys, your time is up!”

You pushed at Rafe’s shoulders signaling for him to let you go. He let you down softly but did not remove his hands from your body.

“Let’s go,” you smiled at him. You took off your coat and hanged it back on the rod where it originally was. You fixed your hair as quickly as you could and moved towards the door. However, before you could reach the door knob Rafe pulled you back, making you fall into his chest, and kissed you one last time.

“Okay, let’s go,” he said with finality. He opened the door as you both tried to nonchalantly sit back down in the circle. The Pogues stared at you with a questioning look, trying to figure out what had happened.

“Is it my turn?” you asked, a small smile playing on your lips.

“Yeah,” Sarah answered. You spun the bottle, which landed on Jason again.

“Truth or dare?” you asked him.

“Dare,” he said. You felt a particular pair of eyes on you, which made you blush softly.

“Hmm, I dare you to go skinny dipping at the end of the dock.”

Jason smirked. “Oh, it’s on.”

Jason quickly moved towards the outside of the house, followed by the rest of the partiers. You stayed still waiting for the room to empty. Rafe had stayed behind.

“Are you not going to watch him complete his dare?”

You nodded and stood up. “Yeah.”

“Good, because I really want to see this.”

With that Rafe took your hand in his, and you both moved down to the dock, where Jason had already jumped in. The rest of the teenagers were taking off their clothes, ready to follow him. You and Rafe removed your clothes and jumped in to the ocean, and he didn’t let go of your hand for the rest of the night.

#outer banks #obx #obx netflix #rafe cameron #drew starkey

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