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#jason: u kinda did this to yourself
fanaticalthings · 2 years
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local billionaire gets cyberbullied by his 15 children
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sanguineterrain · 6 months
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PLS PLS PLS I'm begging you for the play fighting prompt omgggg sanne I'll love you forever (I already do but that's besides the point)
lmfao I am so embarrassed by this 🫣🫣 totally exposing myself right now but whatevs. hope u like it aud (and others). i haven't written smut in a looong time so. baring my soul rn 🫠
jason todd x fem!reader. warnings: smut, playfighting, roughness (?), sprinkle of dumbification (no one look at me), dom jason but also kinda service top jason, fingering, praise, and CONSENT! bc we consent orally here, sir. 18+ only minors get OUT (you shouldn't be here anyway!!!)
heh. anyway. crawling back under my rock now.
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"Do you think I could take you down?"
Jason raises his eyebrows at you from over his book.
"Come again?"
"Like in that demonstration Kory and Dick did today. Do you think I could do to you what she did to Dick?"
Jason chuckles, setting his book down.
"Baby, I hate to break it to you, but I think Kory's a little more practiced in combat than you are."
"So you don't believe in me. Wow. Some boyfriend you are."
"Of course I believe in you," he says. "She is a space princess, though."
You shake your head and pluck the book from Jason's hands. You make a point of sliding the bookmark in before you close it. Jason squints at you.
You wait approximately a quarter of a second before you leap forward, straddling Jason's chest. He makes a hup sound as you land, and you lift your chin victoriously.
"I got you," you say.
Jason nods, smile widening. "You got me, sweetheart."
"No, I don't. C'mon, fight back, Jay."
His eyes glitter as he studies you. Then he picks up both of your thighs and swings you both off of the couch. You land with him hovering over you, not even holding any part of you down. His hand is underneath your head to cushion the impact.
You huff. You know Jason can do better than this; you've watched him take down fifteen men in less than five minutes.
You lift your head, mouth parted in expectation. Jason understands immediately and happily complies, kissing you warmly.
You take the chance to hook your leg over his hip and throw him off balance. His hand wobbles enough to tell you that he genuinely hadn't been expecting that. Jason rolls on his side, absorbing the impact. You pounce.
"What's gotten into you?" he asks, smirking as you crawl onto him.
"You're holding back," you say, pinning his wrists down.
Jason looks at you mildly. "I told you I believe in you. You got me, baby."
He could break out of your hold instantly. Even if you were matched in strength and size, Jason has years of experience on you.
Something in your brain goes quiet and gooey at the thought. It fades as quickly as it comes.
"Play with me for real," you urge. "Show me some moves."
Jason presses his lips together. "You sure?"
You nuzzle his cheek, scruff scratching you.
"I'm sure. I trust you, Jay. C'mon, show me what you got."
He laughs, unbearably fond, and crosses his legs around your waist. You lose your grip on his wrists in the next moment, and you end up on your back. Again, Jason doesn't let you feel the full impact that he'd unleash on an opponent. He holds your shoulders when you go down to avoid thumping your head on the carpet.
Your breath still knocks around in your chest, though. The lightheaded feeling returns. You shift, pretending like you're adjusting underneath Jason.
"I can show you how to do that if you want," he says, and it's oddly sweet.
Your eyes narrow. Jason tilts his head, immediately suspicious.
"What're you planning, minx?" he asks.
"What do you mean? I'm perfectly innocent."
"Yeah, sure. I see the gears turning up there." He taps your forehead.
"Whatever, weirdo," you say, and push at his chest. "Let me up."
Jason practically scoops you up into a standing position. You busily dust yourself off even though he vacuumed last week. Jason's apartment is always spotless.
Right when you think he's distracted, you go in for the final attack. You launch yourself in his direction, putting all your weight into the advance.
At first, Jason's thrown off. Briefly, the thought that Jason feels so safe around you that he isn't on constant alert crosses your brain, and you melt at the realization.
Then he gets this glint in his eye, and squares his hips, and another feeling overtakes you entirely. He assesses you quickly, and the two of you push against each other for a few seconds. Just long enough for you to witness the emergence of a different side of Jason.
"My girl plays dirty, huh?" he says, voice pitched low.
Your head spins with how fast it happens. You've unlocked something, it seems, by trying to ambush Jason. He locks both of your wrists into his left hand, spins you around, and splays his right hand over your lower belly. Breath squeaks from your throat. Jason doesn't often remind you of your and his acute physical differences, but his large palm cupping your belly, fingers dangerously close to your waistband, reminds you that your boyfriend is at the top of the food chain when it comes to survival.
If he wanted to take you down, he could. That fact sears deliciously in your brain.
Then Jason goes in for the final blow. He pulls you in by your belly while also wedging his thigh between your legs. His ankle hooks yours, and you feel your balance topple as he pushes and pulls you.
You land on your stomach, Jason's hands still on you, and more than a little of his weight holding you down.
You throb underneath the pajama shorts you never changed out of.
All your air pistons out of you when you hit the ground, resulting in an embarrassing catch between a whine and a wheeze.
Jason's grip slackens immediately.
"Shit, baby, you okay? I'm so—"
"Ngh, Jay."
Jason freezes. His grip tightens, just firm enough to make your head go fuzzy again. His breath is hot against your ear when he speaks.
"Oh," he coos, and now you can feel nearly all of his body weight on you. His thigh is between your legs but only to keep them separated. There is no friction against your pussy, you clench around nothing.
"You like that, pretty? Like a little weight on ya?"
"Jay," you pant, wiggling underneath him. "Jay, please."
"Too much?" he asks, and the check-in just makes you wetter.
"No, n-no, want more. Guh—Jay—"
He laughs, a little cruel, a lot pleased.
"Fuck, honey. If y'wanted this, y'could've asked. Feels good, huh? Lighter? Too much on that quick brain of yours; y'need a break, don't cha?"
You've never felt like this before. You'd be seconds away from humping Jason's thigh if you could move.
"Jay, Jay—"
"Oh-oh, I know, sweet. You put up a good fight. Couldn't believe it was my girl, fightin' like that. What happened at that last part, hm? Your pretty head go empty?"
You whine, squirming as much as you can under Jason's weight. He hums.
"Didn't know how easy you get with a little weight on you. Poor baby, gotta keep your wits about you when all you want is to gush all over my thigh. You gushing yet?"
His fingers on your belly slip past your shorts, past your underwear, finally landing where you want them most. Jason gives your pussy sweet, little pets. He parts your folds, shallowly dipping his middle finger, just enough to make you clench.
"Jason, please," you beg, trying to chase his fingers.
"You wanted to play, right?"
You don't say anything, mind hot and cloudy like you've got a fever. Jason pinches your clit, just hard enough to make you jolt.
"Did the words leave you that fast, sweetheart? I've barely done anything. C'mon, you can do it. You're usually such a smart mouth. What happened?"
"Empty," you manage to say. "'M empty, Jay. Needa feel full."
"Oh, good girl," he purrs, two fingers diving into you pussy. You keen. "Good fucking girl. I can keep you full, don't you worry about that, pretty."
His fingers inside of you sound obscene. You might be embarrassed if you weren't on another planet right now.
"God, you're so wet," Jason says, and he genuinely sounds awed. "Little clit's so hard, I bet you can barely think. No wonder you're so dumb right now. Do I even have to do anything? I bet you'd just hump my thigh till you come."
His hand slips out of your pussy and you protest loudly, thrashing and gasping. Jason hushes you.
"Ah-ah, what happened to my good girl? Know all the blood from your brain rushed to your clit, but you gotta be patient, pretty. You think I'd leave you hanging? Be a crime to leave y'wet and aching."
He pulls your shorts and underwear down in one go, then lifts your hips up, slotting his thick thigh right up against your hot cunt. You immediately start to rub against him, out of your mind with the need to come.
Jason laughs. "What'd I say? I take care of my girl, don't I?"
"M-more, touch me, rub my clit," you pant out, nipples dragging almost painfully under your shirt. The carpet bites at your tits even through the fabric, especially now that Jason's given you room to ride his thigh.
You're still one hundred percent trapped beneath him, his weight pinning you down. Your arms remained locked behind your back.
"Mm. A little bossy, but I like you asking for what you want," Jason says, leaning down to nip at your shoulder.
His hand returns to your now bare pussy, and his middle finger quickly finds your clit. He swipes it a few times, then sucks his fingers into his mouth. You hear him lick them clean before he dives back in, now zeroed in on making you come.
It doesn't take long. You moan loud and long when your pleasure reaches its peak, Jason relentlessly working you over. You squeeze hard around his thigh when you come, brain syrupy and light.
"Oh, fuck, God. Look at you, yeah. That's my girl. Feel better?" he rasps, hovering over you.
You don't have time to reply before Jason flips you over, holding you down like that. He's hard, and his eyes are wild, a beautiful, blazing teal. He looms over you, and you feel inexplicably hunted.
"I think you've got another one in you," he says, pawing at the soft fat of your thigh. "Pretty girl can give me more, right? What'd you say earlier?"
Jason leans in and covers your body with his. The weight on your chest turns your brain to soup.
"Oh, that's right. Show me what you've got."
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killakalx · 7 days
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killa ur one of my absolute fav jason writers so i felt the urge to share w u what has been rotting my brain recently. all i can think abt is ak/rh!jason meeting robin!reader for the first time. at first he’s angry, enraged, really, seeing flashes of red and green prancing across rooftops like you don’t have a care in the world. he has half a mind to beat some sense into you, knock that ‘i’m invincible in this suit’ mentality right out of your pretty little head. until he sees you up close, because that kevlar vest can’t hide the swell of your chest, and of course he notices the way your cape flares out to accommodate for the curve of your ass. just imagining the way he’d get obsessed, always cornering you in dark alleys just to rile you up and make you feel guilty that somebody like him has your panties all sticky and your thighs clenching, only to leave you high and dry ‘til the next time he ‘coincidentally’ runs into you during your solo patrols. kicking my feet js putting this into words he’s actually taken over all my thoughts i can’t function 😵‍💫
omg wait ilysm nonnie ☹️❤️ im glad my writing for jason is what you like!!!
ok i’m gonna edit ur take just a lil bit bc if you want me to be so honest rn, the idea of reader as a robin implies to me that reader’s still kinda young. ik that isn’t the fact but i just associate robin with being tiny and thrilled to get your life destroyed by an old man in a bat costume. now if we go about it like reader’s being mentored by b-man and has been for a long time, so it’s obvious to jason that she’s got that lil invincible flair? i’m all for it. cuz i feel like jason has beef with anyone who subjects themself to the same things he did when he was under batman’s wing.
now i’m not gonna say jason’s a stalker but yk. he’s definitely keeping track of you. judging your every move and making sure to be as hypercritical as possible, just to distract him from how badly he wants to ruin you himself. two things immediately came to my mind when i read this and it was brat taming and corruption, but jason as a brat tamer is always in the back of my mind somewhere 🫣 he’s almost looking forward to the moment he gets you to pounce on him with some sneaky shit, waiting for you to pull something just so he can show you how easily he’ll have you right under his thumb. and every time he corners you it’s a little game- he’s wondering if you’re feeling feisty and wanting to give him a hard time or if you’re gonna be all calm and collected and try to outsmart him. he almost finds it pitiful, really, if not entertaining.
then suddenly you’re looking forward to the moment he’s got you really cornered, head to head with him and he’s giving you that death stare even from under the blank helmet. “i know you like this stupid little game,” he’d taunt after getting you in a chokehold all the way up against his chest and pelvis. “aww, he didn’t teach you how to get outta this one yet?” when he definitely has, and you can’t quite figure out what exactly you’re supposed to do when you’re caught off guard by the little tingle between your legs. not to mention how the tight grip around your neck has you gasping… god you’re ashamed of yourself, and he can tell with the look of frustration under that cute cowl. you can’t tell that he’s enjoying this too, and he makes sure of that. just know that he’s eager to hear your half-assed protests and how you “shouldn’t be doing this with him” while he’s… 🤭 mmmm ak!jason todd w a corruption kink save me pls
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randomperson3736 · 4 months
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hello! could i request platonic batfam x sister reader who has seizures? maybe the first time it happens and how they would help her deal with it (i understand if you aren’t comfortable 👍)
A/N: Hiiiii! Thank u for her request and I am so sorry it took so long for me to do 🙏 and I'm more than comfortable doing this request 😙
~How the batfam would react to batsis having a seizure~
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●I feel like the first time you ever had a seizure would be at one of Bruce's galas.
●Like one minute you would be talking and laughing with your brothers and the next you were having a seizure.
●I'm not gonna lie, i feel like Damian would first recognize the signs of a seizure and he would immediately spring into action
●He would quickly assess the surroundings to ensure there are no objects that could harm you during the seizure.
●He would also carefully observe your condition, making sure nothing changes during it like- nose bleeds or vomiting.
●During this time, he would remain calm and reassuring, offering words of comfort to you experiencing the seizure. He would avoid restraining or trying to stop the seizure, as it's crucial to let the seizure run its course. Instead, he would focus on ensuring your safety and providing support.
●Unlike Damian, dick would freak out if he saw you having a seizure.
●Yes he would jump straight into action but dick would still fear that something bad will happen to you during that time.
●He'll move away dangerous objects so you don't hurt yourself during the seizure.
●Dick would be the type of person who would hold your hand during it and repeat, "You're okay" or "you're gonna be okay".
●Once an ambulance does arrive, he would not leave your side. He'll definitely start fighting a paramedic if they he couldn't ride with you to the hospital.
●I feel like Tim would be calm on the outside but freaking out on the inside.
●Like yes, he's a nerd and I believe he would have some knowledge about seizures and the best whys to help you through it.
●He may or may not pass out during it but hey, he'll be there in the hospital when you wake up. (May not be slapped awake by damian or Jason)
●Jason would kinda be a mix of dick and damian.
●He would move sharp objects away from you and try and help stop the seizure the best he can.
●Jason most likely would be yelling at people to move the fuck away from you and God help anyone who makes fun of you for having seizures. This mfs would be died- damian would help hide the bodies-
●Bruce would remain calm and call for an ambulance straight away.
●He would make damn sure that you had the beat doctors helping you.
●Bruce would also make sure that if the media posted about you having seizures... let's just say there will be some long written apologies in the news for while.
●He's VERY overprotective of his babygirl. (I mean all the batboys are)
●And if you do have seizures regularly, they would do all the research they can ro help you through them.
●They'll still love you no matter what.
●But if someone did say anything mean about you having them.... let's just say some people about to be murdered.
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stararch4ngelqueen · 5 months
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Sooo idk if u take requests and this is super angst but it’s been in my mind. Kinda like ghosts and mirages can u write a fic where jay finds readers (his gf) notebook and sees that she’s suicidal? And how he stops her? If this is too much angst I get it. Mwah !
TW: Suicide/self harm/mentions of attempts. STRONG topics, this was difficult to write but if it brings comfort to someone in need, I hope so. Please be advised.
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Before Jason was killed, he had natural ideas of death, as did everyone else.
What did heaven look like? Was it a fluffy clouded paradise? Would people find eternal happiness sitting by crystallize rivers glimmering in the sun, feasting on ripe fruits like Adam and Eve had done before them?
Everyone’s ideals were different, Jason’s had always changed. However, he liked the idea of this heaven, enjoying the possibilities of seeing his old pets running to him once the time came.
Just like the torch passed from one Robin to the next, things unexpectedly change.
When Jason died, there was nothing.
No heaven, no hell, no happiness. Maybe God held his soul on standby because he knew he’d return to the living. He wasn’t happy about it for the longest time.
Luckily, a piece of heaven blessed itself in a person such as yourself. Your smile as bright as sunshine, your heart as sweet and pure as gold. He’s never met anyone so happy, so free spirited and optimistic.
He didn’t mean to read it. He really didn’t.
He watched you write in journals all the time, ripping out pages when it came to grocery lists or phone numbers to shove in your backpack before leaving the door. He was only looking for a shopping list you texted him to take a photo of, only to come across the tragedies you’ve dealt with and still carry.
His heart absolutely shattered when he reads the vivid darkness of your sorrows embodied within the pages of your private journal. A painful burn forming deep in his chest, right in his own heart.
What worried him the most was your latest entry, dated on a Monday in fresh ink. Monday. Yesterday.
When you came home in question as to why Jason never sent you that list, you didn’t expect him to be sitting in the living room. His head hung low, his hands clenched together in desperation.
He didn’t bother to say anything. He didn’t need to.
Your journal, your cursed, dark brown journal was sitting on the coffee table in front of him.
Your silence screams out to him, his head turning to acknowledge your presence. He stands slowly, watching you carelessly drop your backpack onto the floor, looking absolutely horrified at what’s to come.
“Jason,” you say, staying right where you were at the door. “Stop. Stop that.”
“Stop what?” He asks, staring at you with somber eyes.
“Stop that,” you instantly reply, feeling your heart beat much faster. “Stop looking at me like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like that!” You exclaim, your breathing growing more frantic. “Like I’m ... like there’s something wrong with me! Cut it out! Stop it!”
“I’m not—!” Jason’s voice accidentally raised, forcing himself to hold his tongue, his hands balled tightly by his sides.
“There’s nothing wrong with you baby,” He begins to say, only met with your shaking head.
“No, y’know what? Don’t bother,” you reply, quickly reaching for your keys.
You weren’t going to take that kind of conversation from anyone else ever again. The same, horrid words you’ve heard from your parents, your siblings, your friends.
You’re sick. How could you do this? What’s wrong with you? You need to be locked up somewhere.
Bold, accusatory statements that hurt worse than any knife ever could.
“You read it. It wouldn’t be sitting there if you hadn’t! I’m not gonna stand here and listen to you tell me that I’m—“
“Just stop!” He rips the keys from your hands, taking you by surprise at how fast he reached you. He nearly traps you against the door, hands grasping firmly along your shoulders.
“There’s nothing, baby!” He states right to your face, making your eyes grow wide. “There’s nothing wrong with you, okay? Nothing. I won’t let you think there is, get that shit out of your head right now!”
“B-but,” you start to babble, thick tears heading in the borders of your eyes. “I- I just -“
“You’re not crazy,” he interrupts, cradling your face in his heavy, trembling hands. “You’re not sick. Theirs nothing wrong with you, y’hear me? Nothing! Not a damn thing!”
Jason exhales a pained laugh, his own eyes spewing with tears. “Take it from me, babygirl. I’ve already died once, I’ll die again if you think like this.”
Speechless stole your ability to think, your ability to breathe. Your throat constricts around an invisible ball of molten steel, making you choke on your tears.
“I know you don’t wanna go, Princess,” Jason’s voice grows softer, both his thumbs making work in wiping your tears. “I know you don’t. You’re just tired, baby. That’s all.”
Slowly, you find yourself nodding, watching him nod with you.
“I’m tired,” you admit, gasping heavily in your newly weakened vulnerability. “I’m so tired, Jason.”
He holds you close to his body, clutching you as if saving you from a devastating fall. He knows this pain all too well, and you’ve saved him from it.
“I know,” he exhales, keeping you from withering away in the safety of his arms. “I gotcha now, okay baby? M’not going anywhere, jus’ let it out. I’m a big guy, I can take it.”
His biggest regret was letting those entries fill up three quarters of the journal. How many more did you fill up before then? How much pain do you carry in your heart that you need to hide via forcefully brighter smiles?
He wasn’t going to let this go on much longer. He needed you to know that someone in this harsh world understood the exhaustion, and that it was okay.
He didn’t know if Heaven or Hell truly existed, or if it was all just some huge hole of dark nothingness. He didn’t want you finding out either, feeling he’d be torn at the idea of bringing you to a Lazarus pit, but relenting on the possible side effects you’d suffer for it.
You deserved nothing of what Jason experienced, the man himself now feeling hellbent to protect you from it.
There wasn’t going to be any attempt, because Jason would do everything in his damn power to make sure that never, ever fucking happens.
Medications were locked, except the essentials, which even he supervised. He’d order from your favorite restaurants for a short while, preventing any use of kitchen cutlery.
He’d dote, making sure you kept your hygiene maintained. He’d enjoy sitting beside you outside the tub while you bathed, reading to you to keep you company. Though on certain days, you’d find his eyes flicker from the paper towards your hands when you had to use a razor, which even he was iffy about, and hid once you were done.
He never said he didn’t trust you, but don’t really be surprised if your razor is replaced with hair removal cream for the first few weeks.
If you were comfortable enough to seek out therapy, he’d offer up numbers of therapists he’s visited and trusted, helping you keep up schedules. After each session, he’d surprise you with flowers and boba on a park walk, or drive outside of Gotham.
Progress would be made, but progress wouldn’t move forward without your weak moments.
You’d have your days where your motivation was as stubborn as Jason’s mentality, refusing to listen to the things he said, or not bothering to get dressed for your next scheduled session.
Depression is horrid, but he understood. He was the most patient man you knew, cradling your body close to his in the middle of the night, muffling your minutes of screaming sobs against his chest, gently prying your hands away from your forearms when you dig your nails in a little too deep.
He’d remain awake as long as he had to, cradling your hands in his until your agony mellowed out, lulling you back to sleep. He was being the person he wished he had by his side long before he met you, back when he was alone and had no one.
Jason looked forward to the days you’d smile again, genuine happiness being a fuel to those pleasant flames. It’s okay if it would take a long time, keep giving him your tears. He can handle it.
You were the greatest gift he’s ever gotten in this fucked up world, not even you were going to take it away from him.
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I don’t know what death is like, nor do I know of all beliefs everyone has of them, but I do know about suicidal thoughts/intentions and having experienced them, please know, as tired as you may be, it isn’t worth it. My inbox is open if you ever need it. Dosent matter if you’re a stranger, let’s not be ❤️
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⠀ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑 – 𝐣. 𝐝. 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
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𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ✧‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ (navi. & masterlist. & tag. )
「 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 」 yandere!jason dean 𝒙 female!reader
「 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 」 being the new girl at a school can be difficult, especially during the middle of the year and in a place with a rigid social structure such as westerburg high, but things can only seem to worsen when you start feeling as though you're being watched.
「 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 」 general themes from heathers the movie such as bullying, mentions of suicide, murder (c'mon, it's a heathers fic, what did u expect?), usage of guns, kissing, stalking, attempted rape (kurt n' ram), swearing , usage of drugs such as cigarettes, unconsensual kissing (doesn't get further than that in this), very slight insinuations to sex (spoken), the whole shebang.
「 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 」 4.5k
「 𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐧'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 .⁺ ˖ ⌒ (slight spoilers) i wanted to make the reader decently perceptive and sarcastic this one, but nearing the end i definitely made her rationality kinda disappear since that's what fear can do to a person. jd is more based off movie jd, and so is veronica.
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Joining a new school midway through the school year was, to say the least, unideal.
You and your parents had just gotten the wonderful opportunity to move to the quaint town of Sherwood, Ohio, somewhere you all were essentially forced to go since your father had been promoted by his job and your family was strapped for cash. And, sure, your house was bigger and nicer than your last, but you'd had to leave all your friends you'd been with since your childhood, which was difficult.
To add to all of that, the people were unfriendly and rude, and the weather was tolerable at best. Though your old home wasn't perfect by any means, it was most certainly better than where you were living now.
And now, here you were, standing before your new high school, knowing perfectly nothing about it or what to expect yet still expecting it to be one of the worst schools you've gone to. The odd stares your fellow students were shooting you seemed to be indicative of that.
Oh, good grief.
You sighed as you entered, only to immediately crinkle your nose in disgust as you were hit with the pleasant aroma of sweaty jocks and what you could only guess were something akin to rotting bodies. Speak of the devil, you thought to yourself as you were almost hit by what you guessed were two football players dashing down the hallways.
This was going to be a long rest of the year.
You were quick to shove past the students to get to the front office, keen on getting your class schedule and getting to your class as early as you could. You'd only just gotten here and yet already you wanted to go home, though you supposed that that was how high school normally operated. It was never something anyone particularly enjoyed. Most people just managed to tolerate it enough to attend the next day.
"Hello, I'm looking to get my schedule?" You said once you'd reached your destination, crossing your arms as you stared at the woman at the front desk. Focused upon her own work, she offered you no response. You pursed your lips.
"Excuse me?" You spoke, louder this time, a hint of annoyance in your voice.
Apparently you weren't the only one unhappy to be at Westerburg high today, as the woman, seemingly irked, slowly craned her head to face you. "Yes?"
She seemed an unpleasant sort of woman, a frown etched permanently upon her wrinkled face. You wondered what the other teachers must look like, and if they resembled her by any means.
"This is my first day here. I need my class schedule."
"Name?"
"Y/n L/n."
The woman nodded and typed something into her computer. She then pointed to the printer. "Wait over there. Your class schedule is printing right now. Once it's finished, just go to your first class. The class numbers are listed on the right side."
"Well, is anyone going the help me find my way around?"
Your question was only met with silence. "Fine, I'll find it on my own. After all, why would I ever need the help of a teacher, anyway? It's not like I'm new to this school or anything." You grumbled before grabbing your schedule and exiting.
Luckily, navigating the school was a relatively simple task. The numbers on every door and the maps plastered on the walls definitely helped, and you were able to find your history class before the bell rang.
"Here's your textbook, Ms. L/n." The teacher said to you the moment you told her your name. Silently, you nodded, deciding to take a seat somewhere in the middle of the classroom as you waited for class to begin.
Something seemed off, though, as the lecture began and you jotted down nearly everything you heard. You could sense eyes boring into the back of your skull, like daggers piercing through your mind, and it inhibited your focus. You could hardly pay any attention to the teacher as she went on and on about some war you didn't even know the name of. And so, discreetly enough, you 'grabbed' something from you bag, staring over your shoulder briefly in an attempt to see if anyone really was watching you.
And, as it seemed, someone was. You managed to spot them - or him, to be more specific. Uncannily dark eyes stared back at you, blank and hollow. It made your stomach sink. Quickly, then, you retrieved an object from your school bag and continued with your notes to the best of your abilities. Unfortunately, though, you couldn't get that kid's sharp gaze out of your mind. Something about it - something about him - was off, though you couldn't quite place what it was. And, sure, from what you could see he dressed somewhat oddly - a dark trench coat adorning his shoulders, covering his already black pants and shirt - but it was more than just the way he was dressed. You knew it.
You gave up on the matter minutes after you were done with US History. As much as you were curious at the time, you could care less if some creep was watching you. It wasn't like you didn't have your fair share of those back at your old school - you just supposed that they didn't seem so outward about it. After all, you'd stared at that kid - caught him right in the act, but he didn't look away, didn't flinch, just kept staring. Looking back on it, you were convinced that you'd caught the glimpse of some sort of smile. But, as you'd mentioned, what was done was done. You'd only have to deal with him for 45 minutes every day for the rest for the year, at worst.
Sighing, you dropped your bag beside you as you sat down on one of the sticky cafeteria benches, secluded from everyone else. Although you knew you could've tried to make friends during your classes, you were aware of the truth about social politics in high school: halfway through the year, friendships were already sealed airtight and people were much less open to saying 'hi' to a new face, so you didn't even bother. And, sure, the seating was horrible, but you weren't about to make a fool of yourself, especially on your first day.
The food at Westerburg High was - albeit surprisingly - quite alright, and you found yourself somewhat enjoying it. Disregarding the horrible smell and the violently loud chatter, you supposed the cafeteria and lunch as a whole was okay.
That was, at least, until you caught sight of that kid who'd been staring at you in history. You hadn't even noticed he was there at first, but there he was, halfway across the cafeteria, staring blatantly right at you. This time, though, he was just smiling - smirking, even, and it unnerved you.
What is wrong with this guy?
The rest of the week went by like this. On your way to class, you'd always see him in the halls, eyes locking with yours as you passed him. Or getting your books from your locker - he'd always be there, eyes glued to your form. He wasn't even doing anything, was simply fixated on you. It made you shiver, the looks he gave you at first.
Now, however, it was almost expected. You'd anticipate dark eyes boring into your skull and the fumes of cigars to follow you in class, or truly just anywhere around school, just as you would expect your shadow to follow you in the sunlight. And, as annoying as it was the every first day, now it was eerie. You didn't have to look over your shoulder to know you were being watched, but when you did, you'd surely freeze out of both paranoia and fear. While, yes, you'd expected this year of high school to be your worst yet, never had you expected for it to be to such an extent.
Your fear later festered when he pulled a blank on two jocks in the cafeteria. Although you knew blanks couldn't truly hurt them, you shuddered to think what he'd do if he really wanted to cause some damage.
Things got worse still when the kid started dating the infamous Veronica Sawyer, not quite a Heather but not quite anything else either. Gossip around the school grew mad about the unconventional couple, and you soon learned the name of the kid who never did seem to leave you alone: Jason Dean, or 'J. D.' as everyone knew him.
Now, whenever you'd see J. D., he'd always be accompanied by his girlfriend, Veronica. He never did stop staring, though, resulting in numerous glares coming from Veronica's way.
So much for being tolerated by the popular crowd.
School had then became a living hell for you, because if one Heather didn't like you, none of them did, making life going unnoticed near impossible. Now, no matter where you were, someone was either glaring or gazing at you, their intentions vague and unclear.
Things then got particularly bad when Heather Chandler became a sort of enemy of yours. You weren't sure what you did to irk specifically her, but, whatever it was that you did, she most certainly hated you, more so than Veronica, even. Not a day went by without a rude confrontation by her, and you could name several instances when she'd embarrassed you in front of the school.
But then, one day, she was gone.
Suicide. At least, that's what they said it was, but you knew too many people hated that bitch for it to be so. All it would take was a teenager driven insane enough by her to be driven to such a point, and considering the state of Westerburg high, you didn't doubt for a moment that the queen bee of the school essentially prompted her own death.
So, yeah. You knew her suicide was faked. Not that you were going to report it to the cops - you weren't planning on stirring up more drama - but you weren't stupid enough to be fooled by such a thing. And, besides, though you'd never admit it aloud, you were glad she was dead, in an odd way. Now you had at least one less person to make your life at this sorry school miserable.
So, life was okay for a while. People got too busy about mourning Heather's death to notice a nobody like you. Other than that creep J. D. and his jealous girlfriend stalking the halls, life was tolerable.
But when you're at the top, the only way you can go is down. And that's where you went. Down. All the way to rock bottom.
You didn't know how to put it in lighter terms, so here it was: You were almost raped. By Kurt and Ram, to be more exact.
Apparently, J. D. wasn't the only one who had an eye on you, and with all your attention focused on him (since you were so damn paranoid) you'd failed to notice the two jocks that also seemed to have been interested by you.
It was late at night. You were walking home from some house you'd babysat at as a favor, and two guys started following you. You didn't think much of it at first - just tried to forget about it and cool your nerves, but then they started to get faster, and faster, and you did too, until suddenly you were running, and then, almost abruptly, the two jocks had grabbed your arms and startled forcing you elsewhere. You screamed and fought, but no one was around to hear you.
You could only imagine the other 'nobodies' they must have done this to.
You remembered vividly your horror as the two piled themselves on top of you, eager to rip your clothes off. But, just as they were about to do so, a gun shot rang out, and then another. Frozen in terror, you didn't even move as you felt the boys' bodies go limp over you. You were only able to move when you felt a hand grab onto your own and force you up and get you back on your feet.
"Thank you," you barely managed to sputter out once the initial shock wore off.
"Go," is all the figure replied. A man, you presumed. You couldn't see his face, though, covered by the dark lighting. And so, dazed and confused, you obliged, not thinking twice about the words spoken to you.
The next day, though, was when things truly got out of hand.
Kurt and Ram, supposedly, had died in some gay love pact, wherein they killed each other. Hearing the news over the TV your parents played, you felt sick to your stomach. But, there they lied on the screen, a bag of supposed 'homosexual artifacts' and a suicide note to tie it all together.
And the whole town ate the story up.
You didn't go to school for about the next week or so. You told your parents that you were sick, and even though they knew you weren't, they still called in sick for you, able to detect that you weren't exactly feeling well mentally.
The week of repose was good, too. You were able to gather yourself up, not to the point where you didn't fear what could have happen had your savior not came to the rescue, but to the point where you could suppose that you were grateful that you wouldn't have to answer any questions from the police.
But now, at least for now, you knew you'd be safe.
* * *
You let out a soft sigh as you landed on your bed, curling into your warm sheets as a way of seeking comfort. At least you were safe and secure at home, you supposed, your parents only a relatively quiet yell away and your windows locked for good measure. If school was your hell, then you would consider home your heaven, away from the Heathers, away from J. D., away from everyone.
Turning off your light, you sank into your pillow in a desperate sort of way, clinging to it as if it were your lifeline. You'd hardly been getting sufficient sleep within the past weeks, so it didn't take long for you to fall into oblivion, the abyss of sleep consuming you whole in minutes.
So deeply unaware of your surrounding now, you didn't even hear quiet footsteps entering your bedroom.
J. D. was, to say the least, unsure what made him drawn to you in the first place. Maybe it was your calm and uncaring demeanor, or maybe it was the way you seemed to pick up on things through simple observation so easily, similarly to him. Whatever it was, he most certainly found you interesting. And, somehow, he could simply tell that there was something different about you - something like him that he saw in you, and it intrigued him to no end.
No matter how paranoid you were, you were never completely aware of J. D.'s reach in your life. When he'd watch you when you were at home, he'd remain particularly clever, knowing that if he was caught there was a high chance that he'd get into some really deep shit. Staring at a girl in school every day was one thing, but following her home? That was much more serious, and required a much less conspicuous plan.
But, alas, his plan paid off, and J. D. smiled knowingly as he stared at your vulnerable figure, taken over by a much needed sleep. You simply looked so perfectly innocent like that, something he couldn't wait to ruin once he had the chance.
J. D. laughed euphorically as he continued to just stare at you, unsure if he still had his wits about him but uncaring at the very same time. Perhaps all the cigars he had been smoking really were getting to him. But he knew what he needed to do before he brought you with him. So, quietly, resisting the urge to kiss your pristine lips, J. D. raced out of your bedroom, your door that was previously shut left open behind him.
Unfortunately for him, however, he'd forgotten that you were often a light sleeper that woke up at different intervals in the night, so when a particularly cool gust of wind came in through your open window, you were startled awake.
"What the fuck?" You muttered under your breath as you drowsily peeled your eyes open, squinting them as you stood up to close the window, before pausing and wondering how on earth your window had opened. After all, your parents never came into your room late at night as far as you were concerned, and you had locked your window when you'd fallen asleep, so how could it have opened?
It was at that very moment, too, that the faint smell of smoke wafted through the room, and you froze.
Sure, you knew you were paranoid, and that maybe fear had gotten the better of you, but you also knew that a potentially dangerous kid had been staring at you ever since you got to school and that it would be idiotic for you to assume that he had no malicious intentions.
Your stomach then tightened up once you noticed your open bedroom door. So, yes. It was possible that maybe your assumptions were idiotic, but you'd be a fool to not go with your gut when the most it'd cost you was some short-lived embarrassment, especially considering what could have happened with Kurt and Ram. So, quietly, you exited your bedroom, looking down the hallways of the upstairs floor as to reassure that the coast was clear.
It was.
More silently than you've ever done so before, then, you tip-toed to your parents bedroom, hoping to either alert them of an intruder or ask them what the were doing. But, just as you were about to open their door, footsteps were heard on the other side - not your mother's quiet, considerate ones, nor your father's loud, heavy ones, but a different kind.
Fuck.
As fast as you could, you dashed into the nearest room, leaving the door only just barely open as to not allow it to make any sound. From your parent's room exited a dark silhouette, wearing what you guessed was a trench coat and with only the burning edge of a cigarette as a light source plucked between two fingers.
You were right. You were fucking right. No other than Jason Dean was in your house, and right now, he was heading right for your bedroom, most likely intending to kill.
You needed to think fast.
My parents - right, my parents. They keep a gun in their bedroom.
You were shaking. Yes, your parents showed you were they kept the gun in the case of an emergency, but you'd never been taught how to use it.
As quietly as you could, you dashed over to your parents bedroom, closing the door behind you. And, even though you knew you didn't have the time, you took a moment to catch your breath. God, you couldn't breathe. And neither could your parents, as it seemed, when you looked over at their limp corpses sprawled in the bed. Slowly, you retracted the covers from their bodies, only to find a wet pool of blood that lay beneath them and their slit throats.
They were dead. J. D. had fucking killed your parents. You felt your knees buckle underneath you as you caressed your mother's lifeless face, her eyes never to once again open.
"Mom..." You whimpered, not caring if her blood stained your fingers. But then, you paused, realizing that, if you didn't speed up, you could be next.
Fuck, fuck, fuck! I really need to find a weapon or a way out of here. I only have so much time before he finds me.
You suppressed a scream as you then scoured their bedroom in search of the gun safe, not keen on wasting any more time, but to your dismay, you couldn't find it.
They must have moved it from last year - fuck! - what else could they have?
Your eyes then landed on your father's esteemed baseball bat. You'd remember him talking about it, the pride radiating from him as he explained how it was the first bat he used to hit a home run with in high school.
Well, sorry dad.
Picking up what was now a weapon and placing it in such a way that would allow you to swing at a moment's notice, you slowly sauntered out of your parent's bedroom and into the hallway.
Your blood ran colder and colder as you approached your bedroom door, until, finally, you did, and raised the baseball bat even higher as to deliver the hardest blow on the boy that stood before you.
"You know, it would have probably been better if you'd stayed hiding," you then heard J. D. speak, turning around and raising an eyebrow at the bat in you hands. "You know, that isn't going to do much against a gun."
Time seemed to stop, and all you could stare at was the gun that sat loosely in J. D.'s hand. He was going to fucking kill you.
"Oh, don't worry, I'm not going to use it on you," he then reassured coyly, as if reading your mind. "It's just a necessary... precaution. Now, why don't place the bat down so we can talk."
"I could scream."
J. D. seemed to smile at this and clicked his tongue, as if scolding you. "Now, would you really like to have someone else's blood on your hands like that? Just because I'm not going to shoot you doesn't mean I won't shoot anyone else. It'd be a shame if anyone had to die because of you."
Silence.
"Good, now... place the bat down."
Nodding, you complied, slowly placing your only means of defence on the ground.
"Okay, okay," you mumbled, trying to calm your racing heart down. Though you doubted it, you supposed that there was a chance that, if you could calm down enough, you could convince J. D. to leave you alive.
J. D. grinned. "Now, darling, why don't you come right here."
If you could've moved, you most certainly would've. After all, you'd seen that gun in J. D.'s hand. You knew what it could do. But you were frozen by fear, and no amount of rationality was going to move you.
"Now, this would all be, uh, a lot easier if you'd just come with me, because I'd hate to have to man-handle - " J. D.'s words cut short as he watched you, nearly stunned, as you bolted past him and towards the window. But he was quick to recoup his bearings, cocking the gun (for good measure) and grab onto your leg, successfully dragging you towards the ground. You grunted in pain upon your head slamming against the hardwood floor, the beginnings of a bruise already starting to appear.
Now only partially unconscious, it took you a long while to notice the tongue now prying apart your mouth and the chapped lips pressed against your own. You'd only really noticed when you realized that you couldn't breathe, and you let out a strangled groan as you tried to detach yourself from the figure above you, but to no avail. J. D. merely slid his tongue deeper down your throat, inhibiting you from screaming or making any other noise as he kissed you roughly.
You thrashed and flailed under his touch, but nothing was enough to free yourself from him. He was faster, stronger, and had the firearm in this situation. You stood no chance. So, with a heavy heart, you moved pliantly underneath J. D.'s touch, hoping he'd at least go a little easier on you at the very least.
And then, with bated breath, you observed as he stopped, and, hovering above you, took something out of his pocket. At first, fearing it was a gun, you began to once again fight against him, but then paused upon not recognizing the silhouette of the object in his hand.
"You know, as much as I'd like to continue this, I did come here for a reason." J. D. stared at you, no ounce of sympathy as he spoke his next words. "You know, it'd have been a hell of a lot easier if you'd just fucking stayed asleep."
Without so much as a moment to respond, a wet rag was forced upon your face. Confused at first, you lied still, before realizing what it must have been drenched it. You were now even more urgent in your fighting of J. D. (if that was even possible), punching and kicking him wherever you could. But he didn't budge, simply kept a firm grip on the rag.
"Shhh, it's fine, I won't hurt ya," he reassured, "Not unless I need to, of course."
But you didn't hear him, your consciousness already slipping as you'd only been half conscious before. You were trying to kick free, but already you were so exhausted, your adrenaline already beginning to ware off. Worse still, J. D.'s words of reassurance that you'd be fine and that everything will be alright were starting to mess with you.
You could hear him talking, but the words were muffled and blurred, and your body seemed to take everything in as if it were truth, because it was already relaxing under his cool touch. And it seemed that, the more fearful your mind grew, the more numb your body became, until, finally, you gave up your thrashing and your fighting, and sunk into J. D. harsh embrace willingly.
Upon your figure going limp, a devilish grin spread across J. D.'s face. Though he knew this was not how things were meant to occur, he was simply so happy - for he finally had you in his arms, where you belonged. And then, unable to help himself, he pressed a hungry kiss on your mouth, pleased to hear a muffled moan escape it as your tongue moved submissively under his own.
This was it! Finally - finally, after waiting for so long, you belonged to him. No more were the days when he'd have to watch you through your bedroom window, or the days where all he'd see of you were your paranoid eyes in the hallways, because, finally, here you were, in his arms, where you belonged!
Here you were at last, finally.
Finally, you were his and only his.
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Magical Girl in Gotham (Platonic)
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You drift between the world of conscious and unconscious, the Dream world and the waking world
For once you felt yourself dream, seeing the images of all those who had filled your once lonely life with joy
At point in your life you forgot to just sleep, to finally rest and not to worry for the next day
You were always so preoccupied with getting rid of a new batch of Shadowmites the next night or school or rent that sleep felt more like a chore
Wasted hours to be doing something important despite how Rigel told you it was unhealthy to avoid it
So for now you sleep and you enjoy it as you occasionally sense the distant feeling of someone sitting at your side
When you eventually do wake up your met with the sensation of warm blankets (compared to your thin ones) and a hand pressed against your forehead
When your eyes flutter open you see the sight of Jason, surprise in his face as you look up at him
You can’t get a word out before he’s hugging you tightly, mumbling “Jesus don’t ducking scare me like that. Thank whatever god there is that your ok”
He stays that way for a minute and you soak it up, noticing how he was wearing the uniform of red hood but without the mask
It doesn’t really surprise you but it now makes sense as to why you had a vague sense of familiarity when meeting him
That also answered who the rest of the bat crew was
When he pulls back he sees your stare down towards the large red bat symbol on his chest. “I had the feeling you rich people were crazy, but not crazy enough to be vigilantes to be honest. Seems like those online forums were right about you guys not being normal” whatever worry fades away at that comment
His laugh is loud and seems to echo out into the hallway through the opened door, footsteps quickly make their way towards the room
Damien bursts in, an unfamiliar teary look in his normally composed eyes
Jason has barely any time to pull a few feet away before his younger brother is repeating what he had done earlier
Damien’s gripping you as if he was afraid that when he pulled away you’d suddenly disappear
You hug your friend back, noticing the rest of the family peak in and be somewhat agast at the sight
Turns out you have a lot of explaining to do and so do they
Bruce/Batman himself is honestly disappointed in himself that you’d been doing this for years yet he had not even fucking know about it up till now
Even more so that Jason and Dick knew and didn’t tell him that an actual child is running around at night killing mystical creatures
He actually apologies to you personally that he should’ve noticed, but you quickly shoot that down telling him that was kinda what you didn’t want
Like him you set out on this mission to do it practically alone, you never intended to make friends along the way but somehow you did
He now knows why he saw himself in your eyes, you were him when he started off. Someone who was blinded by their goal of protecting others that they did not care for themself
He asks again if your parents know and now you answer honestly
You didn’t have any. You lived alone in a crappy apartment and barely got rent in on time
You see the looks given by all of his sons, how it goes from you to their dad and then back to themselves
After finding this out Bruce probably teaches you some more self defence since you only taught yourself through experience
He’s a good teacher, finding out what your strong suits are and helping you improve rapidly
Your style of fighting is a lot like dancing. Fluid motions and carefully placed steps, turns and pirouettes to dodge, quick attacks that happen within the blink of an eye
Your not like Jason or dick who can take large hits and can brute force their way though things. Your more agile and graceful
Bruce at some point helps make a schedule for you to properly balance your nightly duties and going to school
It’s much better than your own lol
Kinda feels better that most of the villains in this city absolutely love you and would protect you but also kinda worried cause they would literally kill for you
The only villains he actually trusts you with is the Gotham sirens and maybe Waylon on a good day
You’ve cause him to get so many extra grey hairs after hearing what you eat on a daily basis
How do you the energy to run around Gotham every night while surviving on cup noodles?!??
One time y’all appeared at a McDonald’s it was all over Twitter in the matter of minutes cause you have a cute magical girl and then Batman looming beside them as you asked for a nugget meal and ice cream for him
Sometimes he’ll be beating a villain and you’ll briefly stop by and everything is out on pause as you say hi to both
Honestly it’s the funniest thing for bystanders to see especially when you say hi to John or Tim the goon
Your Twitter famous and you don’t even have Twitter
Clark is texting Bruce why “Batman”, “magical girl” and “McDonald’s” is trending on Twitter
Damien is kinda upset at first before realizing that would kinda be hypocritical and now he has more of an excuse to spend time with you
Two besties just chilling on a rooftop of Gotham while Riddler sulks in the background
He definitely gets protective over you even though you can handle a lot of stuff on your own
It’s mostly out of the fear of losing you. You serve as a symbol to him, a sign that his life has changed for the better and he’s truly happy
At first he doesn’t like his brothers hanging around you but comes to accept it. He was just kinda scared you’d like them over him and forget him
Has a constant glare and only you can decipher his actual emotions
Your his translator for poor Gordon. Like Damien says something mildly insulting and then your like “he means to say he likes your tie and you did a good job out there. Keep it up 👍 “
Your his impulse control from threatening people and breaking bones
He probably pressures Tim into making you a com
At some point he tells you about his grandfather and mom. That turns out be a interesting conversation especially when learning there’s just a magical life giving pool somewhere under Gotham
He’s such a little shit to people who make comments about your outfit
He’s tearing down their entire self esteem
God help the poor soul who decides cat calling or making weird comments about you cause it’s on sight for him
Bruce had to hold both him and Jason back from “having a polite talk” with the guy. Bruce does allow glaring and yelling though
Y’all probably become a duo that Gotham Twitter freaks out over
Like, people be now using you two as “bestie goals” and you do a double take when someone mentions it at school
When you once took him over to your apartment he visibly does a double take and asks how you live like this
Brags to his brothers all the time about how he’s your best friend so he’s the favourite (he is)
Ra’s Al Ghul is more confused than Clark when he gets reports his grandson suddenly is seen with that “magic girl?” He’s also gotten reports about and the two of you are building the Lego bonsai set on a rooftop
You got him into Lego and he now has his entire room full of them and boobytrapped
Dick has unfortunately been a victim to this
Jason almost kneeled over and died again out of worry when he had brought you half dead back to the manor
So it’s safe to say he’s very realized your ok and now also basically under the protection of the rest of the family
He may still have some grudges against Bruce but he does admit that he can teach you better than he could in most places
But what Bruce can’t teach you is how to shoot!
Yeah so…he had you use your magic weapon and turn it into a gun form and has you practice with him
Most villains audibly sigh in relief when seeing the two of you together cause that means their chances of a bullet lodged in their side or spine being crushed is better
Takes you on his motorcycle and it’s super fun
He gets you your own personalized helmet even though you can technically make one via magic
Y’all quote so much shit from books that Tim has begun to catalog it
Scary dog privileges number 3
Sometimes while on duty he’ll stop by at a few cute looking stores and buy you stuff he thinks you’ll like
You don’t tell him you have more than enough pens as he gifts you one with a cute topper
He swears to god if that fucking clown even breaths near you he’s dead and there’s nothing Bruce will do to be able to stop him
Damien would cheer on in the background if that happened
He kinda helps Damien realize and process that it’s ok for you to have other friends and that they won’t be stealing you away nor will you replace him
Both have a lot of emotional baggage and who better to help unpack that than him
Takes a lot of convincing to do so first
Loves the what we do in the shadows tv show and WILL make you watch it with him cause no one else will…along with rue Paul’s drag race
They say red hood now has a handmade bracket
Dick is so joking about how he and Jason knew you first to Damien and Bruce
100% tries to convince you to have your costume to match his for at least a night , if you do so he’ll be supper giddy and get soooo many picture
Your half convinced he has a scrapbook somewhere from how many photos you’ve seen him snap of Radom moments
He sometimes mentions Barbra Gordon and it’s giving you vibes
Keeps showing up while your trying to have a peaceful dinner at the iceberg lounge, penguin shoo’s him away calling him a pesky bird
He always replies back that “but your the bird here aren’t you?, in the wing-” And almost gets shot every single time
He seems kinda embarrassed when people joke about his dump-truck, whatever that meant. You just assume he fell into one or something and don’t get the actual meaning
By god he tries to keep your innocence in tact. There are so many creeps in Gotham and he does his best to protect you from them
There have been situations he’s covered your ears and sent out death glares that can make some of the worst villains shiver in fear
Might’ve let Jason break a guys arm once cause he kept making gross comments. Never told Bruce about it but kinda knows he’d get a slap on the wrist
Audibly makes a gasp when you use a cartwheel in a battle and has a proud big brother moment while clasping a hand over his heart
While your hunting for shadowmites he occasionally drops by to give you something like a smoothie for energy
Loves talking with you about the juiciest hero drama he’s heard within the week
Your not sure how he learns all of what he heard but he was a way
Will watch whatever show or movie you want no matter what age range it was intended for. Like he will watch pretty cute or sailor moon and get super invested to the point he’s buying merch for both of you
He now has a sailor Venus keychain and a matching sailor moon one for you
Definitely has mock fake lightsaber battles with your magical weapon and his batons
He always lets you win but you don’t need to know that
When this happens he also does the full 9 yards to make his “death” as dramatic as possible
Piggyback rides galore with This guy cause he finds it fun and uses it as some sort of weight training
Speaking of which you and Damian have sat on his back while he does pushups. You and Damien made the logo millennium falcon set
Brice walked in and then walked right back out
That happens more than most would assume
When he has video game tournaments with Jason and Tim, he gets you and Damien to be the referees
What he doesn’t know is that Damien is kinda bias to whoever didn’t annoy him that day
Meaning Dick is kinda on a loosing streak as of late compared to either brothers
Has already begun placing photos of you and the family on the wall
Alfred did a double take when he first saw it but then just smiled and went on with his business
Both you and him help Alfred with cooking
Sometimes he goes to really crappy stores and buys all the cheap bootleg hero figurines
Once they make one of you he’s gonna beg you to make your uniform match it for a night
Dear god he has so many nicknames that some villains are now gonna start mocking him by using them with you
He looked really upset when two face called you one of them and then laughed at how his face scrunched up
Tim buys you a proper phone so he can now text you at midnight lol
Even sets up a Twitter account for your hero persona and its now followed by most villains within the city lol
People now joke that at this point your gonna reform most of them before Batman can
Speaking of jokes he sends you memes constantly. Lien you’ll wake up with at least 2 unread messages from him that are just memes he found
He thinks the funniest are the cursed pictures of his family with shit like “bottom text” or “Sœp”
He’s kinda that guy you can go to talk to about anything cause he will 100% know it even if it’s the most obscure piece of media ever
In his spare time he watches those 5 hour long essay videos for fun as background noise
Please watch documentaries with him, doesn’t matter if their lighthearted or serious cause he just wants someone to watch with him
Speaking of which, if you do this with him he builds the most elaborate pillow forts known to man
Please encourage him to at least get 6 hours of sleep a night,the bags under his eyes are already bad enough
Won’t object if your ask to paint his nails or style his hair. He probably finds it somewhat relaxing especially if you talk to him about something while doing it
He rambled a lot about whatever he’s fixated on at the time, you don’t have to respond but just show him your listening and he’ll feel really happy
Totally brags about getting the feeling you were more than what you seemed lol
He sometimes secretly uses the bat computer to watch Netflix or Crunchyroll and play horror games. He says it adds ambiance to the experience
You walked in while he was playing phasmophobia and he screamed
He once used axe body spray and no one will let him live it down, he has his head in his hands as Jason recounts the story
Everyone dreads April fools cause of him and he’s recounted to you his various escapades
Your favourite is when he programmed the Batmobile’s honk into playing “Barbie girl”
He plays video games with you constantly. Doesn’t matter what game you wanna play cause he will find it
On patrol he’ll text you to see how your doing and if you need either him or anyone else to stop by
Else tells you to stay hydrated despite the fact he’s being a hypocrite
He patrols Twitter somehow while being a vigilante and gives people the ban hammer if he finds them being creepy
There is no mercy from him and they’ll have their account temporarily banned or in some cases deleted
He acts all innocent about it as well
Alfred is honestly just happy your ok and now have their support during your night duties
Like he knows your on good terms with most villains but it still gives him an extra layer of comfort that you know you can rely on them for help
Like mentioned before he already planning your room out before Bruce even signs those papers. He finds out what style of room you’d like, interests, favourite colour and goes to town on that interior design
He still packs you lunches but now he has added more foods that give more energy and protein
Whenever you try to help him out with anything other than some cooking and giving Bruce his tea/time coffee he will deny it
You have enough stress as it is you will not put more on your shoulders
Bakes a lot of fresh sweets with even fresher berries from his and Damien’s secret garden
Whenever you don’t go to Harley’s for getting wounds patched up he does it for you
At this point he’s probably more qualified than 50% if Gotham doctors with the amount of fatal injuries he’s stopped
When Bruce gets kinda worried that you hang out with like 50% of the villains in the city he reminds Bruce of Selina and Talia
That shuts Bruce up real fast
Sometimes at night you catch him doing grocery runs, you help him carry bags back to his car
He sometimes talks about his family, growing up and watching as things rapidly advanced from that of his childhood
It’s pretty interesting, especially considering the batcave is filled with super tech that would go for millions
Once again your half convinced he’s some sort of immortal/god in human form with the amount of patience he has
Along with the fact he somehow balances cleaning an entire mansion and batcave
How he does this no one knows
God help anyone who gets on his bad side cause he’s pulling out the umbrella to teach them proper manners
Example, the guy who thought it would be a good idea to heckle you about wearing a skirt
That man is scared to walk the night knowing he’s still out there
Eventually one night as you made your last rounds across the city and said hi to Waylon along with drop by the iceberg Lounge you end up back in the batcave
It’s peaceful as usual, even as you go up to Bruce who has his mask pulled off with a soft smile
He holds out a paper, pen in his other hand that he offers to you
You nod with a smile and take it, signing your name down on it
Gotham is definitely in a stir when everyone wakes up to the news that Bruce Wayne had adopted a new child
Bruce got at least 1 individual call from each justice league member
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book-place · 1 year
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Heartbreak
Warnings: mentions of weapons, let me know if I missed any :)
Pairings: Batfamily x batsis!reader
Request: Heyyy! So can u request a batfamly x teen! Batsis falling in love with someone and talking about how they love them so much to everyone but never saying who it is? And they're all kinda tired of it because you never tell them who it is. But one day, you come home crying and when they ask what happened, you say that you confessed to ur crush only to get denied. It also turns out that they have a gf. Yah that's it, I just wanna see what u come up with. Also, tysm for answering my other ask and I'm sorry if this doesn't make sense, I'm in a rush lol. Have a good day/night! And make sure to drink some water enough water, darling♡!
Request by: @ladyagagaslefttoe
*not my gif*
Summary: You’ve been in love with this boy forever, but he doesn’t return your feelings
A/N: Sorry that this is so short
Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work
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You sniffled slightly, pulling open the door with shaky hands, doing your best to ignore the cool sensation that you felt on your face from the tears you hadn’t bothered to dry off.
How could you have been so stupid? How could you not have seen the signs? How could you ever fall in love with him?
True, you never were actually together, but you had fallen head over heels in love with one of your classmates in the beginning of the year. So much so, that you hardly knew what to do with yourself.
One thing you did do though, was rant on and on about him to your family at home. Your brothers and father had honestly begun to grow tired of it, especially after you had refused to give up his name so that they could go interrogate him. Just to make sure he was good enough for you.
But today was supposed to be the day after months upon months of pining after him, you were going to tell him how you felt. And then he was going to admit it back, and it would be glorious.
That wasn’t how it went, though. In fact, it went the exact opposite of that. Anything that could have gone wrong, went wrong.
First, you had stumbled over your words a million times trying to tell him how you felt, and then when you were finally able to form a sentence, he had informed you that not only did he definitely not feel the same way about you, but he also had a girlfriend.
You had been too crushed to even listen to any of his apologies and hopes to stay friends as you had stumbled away from him in sheer mortification and heartbreak.
You toed off your shoes at a snail's pace before shuffling through the foyer and past the living room, completely oblivious to the four figures that sat within.
Jason and Damian’s bickering immediately ceased as theirs and Tim’s and Dicks eyes snapped over to you, walking by the room with your head hung low.
“N/n?” Dick was the first to call out, standing up from the couch in slight alarm and worry.
Your entire body immediately tensed at the sound of your older brother's voice and your bloodshot eyes snapped over to him on instinct.
Everyone jumped up at the sight of your tear stained cheeks, “What is it?” Tim rushed out, “What happened?”
“Nothing,” You mumbled, moving to try and go past the room, “Leave me alone.”
They had other plans, though, Dick immediately following after and then gently steering you back into the living room- despite your weak protests- and sat you down on the couch so that they could all stand in front of you.
“What happened, sister?” Damian demanded, crossing his arms over his chest.
“I said nothing!” You snapped angrily, glaring at all of them.
They weren’t even slightly fazed by your tone, though, as they continued to press on, “Did someone hurt you?” Jason’s voice was dangerous, “I swear to god, just point me in their direction, n/n-“
“It’s the boy I liked!” You finally shouted, jumping up and glaring at all of them, “He has a girlfriend, alright? Are you happy now?”
All of their faces instantly softened and Dick didn’t hesitate to draw you into a tight hug, “Oh, n/n, we would never be happy about that, and you know it.”
You sniffled slightly, anger diminishing as you sank into his chest, “I know,” You mumbled.
Jason raised both of his eyebrows, “I can still go get my guns-“
“No!” Dick and Tim snapped in sync.
“I can agree with Todd on this one,” Damian spoke, “And if my katana should be needed as well-“
“No, Dami!” Dicks stressed before sighing and placing a kiss on the top of your head in hopes that it would comfort you, “I’m so sorry, honey.”
You shrugged to the best of your ability in your eldest brother's tight gasp, “I should have known.”
“It’s not your fault,” Tim spoke up, “You had no way of knowing.”
“I just wish I didn’t have to humiliate myself like that,” You admitted, “Or have liked him so much where it hurts as much as it does.”
Slowly, they each exchanged a look before they all wordlessly walked around you and wrapped you into the same bear hug that Dick had you trapped in.
So you stood there, in the comfort of your brother's arms and allowed yourself to calm down. Because it would take some time for this to stop stinging so much, but at least you had your family there to support you through it all.
The Superior Robin ❤️- @ineedmorefanfics2 @sambucky8 @spidyyparker @i-writes-things @ladyagagaslefttoe
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h4rring1on · 2 years
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could u do where reader and jason are tgt then reader gets drunk and breaks up with jason and jason leaves reader w/o a ride and eddie sees them asleep somewhere and takes her home (just kinda like stancy at s2)
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𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐩𝐬
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐮, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐢 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐣𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐞𝐱!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
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you walked back to the table with the drinks and refilled your cup
“hey!” jason yelled, “i thought i told you enough drinks” he sternly gripped your wrist
“let go!” you said and managed to push him away, you were about to drink the cup but he grabbed it making it spill all over your shirt, “look at what you did” you glared at him and walked into the bathroom
you tried to wipe away your shirt, and saw jason walking in, “what the hell was that?” he said, “you’re acting like a complete bitch you know that?”
“oh my god” you whined, “i can’t—this…this bullshit! this is—i don’t…don like you n can’t stand your bullshit!” you said, staring at him right in the eye
“what?”
“done with this…i’m—done!” you said and he just stared
“whatever. you’re not even my type” he muttered as he walked out of the bathroom and stepped out of the party, eddie was there at the party, not that he wanted to but it was just for business, but he couldn’t help but see what happened
and due to jason’s angry storm out of the bathroom, something must’ve happened there. he knocked on the door a few times but nobody answered, he announced that he was coming in and when he did, he found you on the floor, the tissue that was supposedly cleaning the stain was now thrown somewhere and you were trying to open your eyes
“hey” he softly said and knelt down to your level, “you wanna tell me what happened?”
you shook your head. “alright, that’s okay. cant say i told you so even though i did”
“eddie!” you whined and were about to cry
“okay okay! i’m sorry, but i mean come on i told you not to go to this party and it’s gonna cause—“
you whined again and curled in on yourself, he slightly chuckled and got closer to you, “come on, up” he said, reaching his hand out to you, you tried to get up but you failed, he sighed and picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder
to your luck, eddie was almost completely invisible to people, so nobody saw him as he picked you up and went through the back door and into his van, you leaned your head against the window as you tried to open your eyes
he knew you weren’t gonna talk, but he didn’t care right now. he just cared about taking you home safe. once he got there, he opened the passenger door, you walked out but fell the second you did, eddie quickly grabbed you before you could hit your head, he picked you up
fortunately, your parents were out of town, so he managed to open the door and take you upstairs, where he wrapped around a blanket and looked at you for a moment before leaving
he really did tell you so
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stitcheswashere13 · 2 years
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Yo ur imagines are so cool :0 Can you perhaps do Michael Myers, Bubba Sawyer, Brahms Heelshire, Freddy Krueger and Jason Vorhees with a gender neutral s/o that is very unfazed and not surprised (well maybe a little) when they met the first time and after like a couple minutes of staring in silence the s/o goes "Ngl u kinda cute" and starts complimenting little things about their appearance. This is kinda specific but take ur time :) 💟💕
Awww! This is so cute, Thank you for the compliment! I love this-
On to the story!
Wait. what?!
Warnings: Teeth rotting fluff, a bit of: cocky slashers (in Freddy's mostly but there is some in Brahms), short, cringy, and cursing, comedy not proofread.
About a 1295 word count total.
Micheal Myers!: (333 words!)
You slowly walk towards the closet door, after hearing a noise. You curse yourself for even walking toward the door and checking out the noise instead of getting the fuck out of there. You quickly open the door to find a tall handsome man wearing a white mask. Silence filled the room for a while. Micheal was waiting for you to scream and run away because he was in the mood for a good victim chase. "... Im not going to lie your kinda cute," you say while taking a small step back. Micheal was brought into a state of confusion, he thought "what the fuck are they on?". You continued again "Your eyes do seem cold but are somehow pretty, like the darkness of the night". Micheal was surprised under the mask, he had never had someone not run away from him or really show interest, but here you are hitting on him. He kinda liked it, Micheal never really felt like he was really loved, Of course, he was confused as shit because his heartfelt weird but also nice." You continue again "Wow, You have a deep cut on your hand, want me to help you out there honey". At this moment Micheal cracked a smile, it was a small one but he still smiled. Micheal took a small step back realizing what he had just done. Micheal's heart was practically melting. Micheal felt so loved, it was so weird but nice. He held out his hand with the deep cut and watched you take it. "come on, to the kitchen". you said wondering how the fuck did you not get stabbed. Micheal was wondering why he didn't just stab you, why he didn't just strangle you, why he just fell in love with you, why were you grabbing a snack while you were in the middle of doctoring his hand. Micheal didn't know but whatever the answer is he still loved this moment and will stop by every day.
Bubba Sawyer!: (252 words!)
*Thump* "BUBBA! YOUR ASS BETTER BE DOWN HERE, I GOT A LITTLE GIFT FOR YOU!" Bubba's father yelled as he threw you down the last few steps and climbed back up the stairs and slammed the door shut. You looked up to see, a tall-ish man wearing a stitched mask, it looks like he was putting on makeup and messed up while doing his lipstick. Bubba was slightly shocked when you didn't scream, like the last few victims he killed. There was a bit more silence before you spoke "Your kinda cute, not going to lie." Bubba was static, he had never got a compliment and was pretty happy with the compliment. You began again "your makeup is nice too, but you messed up on the lipstick, want me to help you fix that sweetheart?" It was at this moment Bubba knew you were the person he was going to marry. No one else just you, he quickly helped you up, threw you over his shoulder carried you to his little area where he does his makeup. Bubba grabs a damp cloth and a pretty red lipstick and hands it to you. You can tell Bubba is in awe, as up began to clean his messy makeup up and put on the red lipstick. Bubba wonders why he didn't just rip your face off, why he gave into you flirting so quickly, and most importantly how is he going to tell his father he is going to date you no matter what.
Brahms Heelshire!: (281 words!)
*CRASH*, You heard glass break from one of the mirrors. You look from your book, to see a human version of the doll Brahms. After he emerged out of the wall, silence filled the room. Brahms was waiting for like a scream or you running out the door or something. "Im not going to lie, your kinda cute," You say while looking at Brahms. Brahms knew he looked at least somewhat good but that was just his ego and self-confidence, he did not expect you to say that. Brahms slightly nudged forward at your comment. "Such a pretty boy, your scaring on your body somehow suits you." you began. Brahms looks at his hands, he does have a few scars on them. He fell in love even more, not only were you adorable, but you also didn't make fun of him, even though he is a wall rat. "I like your cardigan, it looks pretty." Brahms being in awe takes off his cardigan, walks over to you, and puts it on you. You Mc fucked up with giving Brahms a bit of extra love, now you have to deal with an in awe Brahms, which depending on whether or not you like being cuddled the rest of the day and night is kinda good. "such a pretty boy" You say again, Brahms really felt loved, he didn't even question anything at that moment didn't ask "why is this person, flirting with me, Why didn't I just kill them, Why didn't they run or why am I a simp?" He did not care what the answer was as long as he could have you all to himself he was fine.
Freddy Krueger!: (210 words!)
You were slowly dosing off fighting to stay awake to finish your horror movie. While you are slowly dosing off you see s silhouette of a man with sharp claws. Sadly you fall asleep before you can ask who was there.  In you're dream you looked like you were in an ally you saw the shadow of the man, you noticed he must have been behind you. You calmly turned around to see a burnt man, with a knife glove. You didn't have a reaction surprisingly, which kinda made Freddy impressed. "Not gonna lie, your kinda cute," you say while looking Freddy up and down. "Yeah, I know, that's the point of living twice, looking even hotter the second time" Freddy answered you with a smile on his face. "Your burns fit you, they really bring out your eyes and smile", You start up again. Freddy must have just been struck by cupid at that moment. "Oh... Why thank you little nightmare".  Freddy was truly in love, though he felt easy to get, he really didn't care at all. He is now going to make time to stop by in your dreams, he will make you one of his regulars, just one he won't kill in the end.
Jason Vorhees!: (206 words)
You were in the woods picking some flowers to make a bouquet being mind full of the wildlife around you. You hear a loud noise behind you, you snap your head around to see a big body-built man. You both kinda just stand there awkwardly looking at each other quietly. You finally spoke up “I am not going to lie to you, you are kinda cute.” Jason was static, He had only ever got a compliment from his mother. You continued “Your mask also suits you, very cool and pretty!” Yep, Jason just died of blushing, he is in love. Only his mother ever gave him love and sometimes she didn’t. “Looks like you got quite a cut there, want to head back to my cabin to get bandaged up? If you don’t mind of course,” You say looking at the gash on his arm.  Jason was struck by cupid, Not only you were adorable, but you were also so sweet! He nodded not questioning a thing as you two walked back to the old cabin happily. Jason knew he was going to stop by your cabin every day he can get a chance. You really pulled Jason’s heartstrings, he really did feel loved by you.
END NOTE!: Thank you for your request! Thank you all for the likes and follows And for being so sweet. Sorry if it is short! I'm glad you guys like my post! Requests are open! Thank you for reading, check out my pinned post! And have a lovely day!
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kasonkodd · 1 year
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♥️ HAPPY VALENTINES DAY ♥️
i hope everyone is having a wonderful day and remember that this day isnt just for couples, make sure to love and care for yourself SMOOCHES ALL YALLS HEADS.
LMAO that being said lets go thru and discuss what the batfamily is doing on this sweet little day ^_^
Bruce and Selina spent an incredibly romantic evening together!! Bruce took her out to see a show with a really really yummy dinner after. Then bought her a shiny new piece of jewelry which she will forever cherish. When they finished allll that, he brought her back to the manor for a relaxing bubble bath together… then.. maybe kinda did some nsfw stuff. FUCK!! OLD PEOPLE DOIN THE NASTY!!!
Dick and Kori were a little more tame. They decided to spend their day out at the aquarium!! Kori said she’d never been and showed extreme interest in going. Dick prepaid so that they could spend the entire day there. Kori fucking adored it. ADORED it. every single fish was just beyond beautiful to her, the amount of times she went “that ones my favorite” just made Dick laugh every time, always agreeing that that one was his favorite too. They stayed till closing. Dick brought Kori to a look out point after picking up a pizza so they could watch the city and eat. It was beyond perfect, something Kori will remember forever.
Jason and Roy wanted to stay in so badly but the more Roy sat and thought about it… the more he wanted to do something so Jay planned this little picnic. They decided on this little hiking spot since they both loved to.. hike. they spent most of their morning making their way up to the spot Jason claimed would be perfect to eat at. When they got there they set up their lunch. They had little sandwiches, some fruit and a whole ass bottle of wine!!! sooooo chessy but so so yummy. They giggled and goofed off as they ate, watching the world below them. no one else mattered in this moment besides them. it was cliché but FUCK did Roy treasure this.
Tim and Bernard did something sooo teenagery. They began their day by meeting up for ice cream. mhm. Tim got cookies n cream while Bernard got like something kinda gross like mango… Then, they made their way down to the arcade where Bernie SCHOOOOLLLED Tim in like haaalf the games. which??? to Tim that was fine because he got a buncha little toys outta it so.. After Bernards gloating fest, they went to go get some chicken waaaangs. MM!!! they feasted, finding a bottomless wing place. they ate till their tummies felt like they were gonna bust. THEN, Tim brought Bernard home. They watched ghostbusters and had a cute little sleepover. GODDD THATS ADORABLE. BYE.
Damian and Nika were so shy and awks in the beginning of their date. Damian had asked Nika if maybe she’d be interested in seeing a movie. Nika called him lame but agreed nonetheless. The two went and saw something silly since Damian knew Nika wouldn’t enjoy something more serious. He bought her ticket, snacks anything else she wanted. He just spoiled her.. just like his papa ngl. she loooved it and Damian lowkey did too. They probably grabbed a small bite to eat, not really being toooooo hungry since they filled up on theater snacks, but they ate something anyway!! they walked arooound, looked into some shops theyve never been in and by the time they decided they were done, the sun set. Damian brought her up to a rooftop to they could look at stars and talk. Damian def gushed about this night to Dick and Jon. He loved it.
HEYYY HEYY LOOKIT ME COMIN IN WITH THE NEW SHIPS HUH??? nika and damian are becoming such a favorite rn!! im so excited to continue to learn about them!! and i fought with myself to either do tim n kon or tim and bernie… to keep things canon, i went with timber.. but i may do some hc for timkon in the future. ANYWAY!!! I LOVE U ALL AND HOPE YOU HAVE A FUN V-DAY! SMOOCH SMOOCH
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I heard this rumor that Lua would be Jake's future gf lol. So, I have this request.
Could you write something fluff and a bit angst about Jake's s/o is being jealous and anxious when they heard rumor that Jake has a crush on Lua (which is not true). His s/o is stressed out because of the rumor and then his s/o wants to take a hiatus on their relationship, at first Jake doesn't agree with their demand, and so the rest is up to you. If this request kinda weird, you can ignore it. Thankyou
clearing things up (jake x reader)
details: soft angst-y oneshot, gender neutral reader but written in 2nd pov, general canon au, you and jake have been dating for a good while
summary: the rumor going around about your boyfriend beginning to love someone else is starting to make you anxious.
a/n: no worries, i like this request idea !! :] thank u for requesting <33 also apologies if i added more angst than fluff T_T
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Honestly, you were happy for Lua for starting to get more welcomed into Big Deal instead of having practically every man except Jason, Brad, and Lineman run away the second they heard her name but... oh, why did people have to start whispering that now that Jake wasn't scared of her anymore, he was starting to have a crush on her?
"Obviously he doesn't... right?"
The second that thought entered your head, you knew you were being ridiculous, but you couldn't ignore it. How could you when it was pretty much the only thing occupying your mind these days? And if the rumors weren't bad enough, you felt like you were beginning to see why said rumors started in the first place.
Lua and Jake looked like they got along really well. They were always so smiley and laughing with one another, and as No. 5 and No. 1 of Big Deal respectively, they spent a lot of time scheming together. Not to mention, Lua was quite attractive and her occasional idiocy was endearing. Her sharp attitude was also charming. It would be no surprise if Jake found himself falling for her.
You sighed, beginning to grow frustrated with yourself. You couldn't believe you were letting this stress you out. All it would take to relieve yourself of it would simply be to ask Jake but you just couldn't. It felt like you would only make a fool out of yourself if you did. Plus, you were worried you might get branded as the crazy, overly-jealous partner.
If anything, you've quietly been asking Jake for more reassurance about your relationship with him but that was about it. His words helped for a while, and then when they faded, you would be back to square one.
"I don't know what to do." A deep frown formed on your face. "Maybe all I need is a break from everything and then I can come back with a clear head and realize how dumb I sound later. Then I'll just pretend nothing ever happened and I was totally never bothered by these rumors about my boyfriend being romanticallly interested in someone else."
You put your head in your hands, shutting your eyes. "I still sound ridiculous but if this is what it takes..." Taking a deep breath, you hastily stood up and went to find Jake.
Thankfully, he wasn't around Lua when you found him so you felt like you would be less likely to back track from your sudden plan.
"Jake, can I talk to you privately?"
He turned to wink at you, saying, "Why of course," and then turned back to Jerry to tell him he'll be back. He stood up from his seat and strolled over to you, casually snaking an arm around your waist to rest his hand there. "We need to go into a room or is it a quick thing?"
Forget what you thought earlier. The gentle smile on his face already made you want to back track--but you couldn't let your stress pile up anymore than it already was. Getting space from Jake was probably your only solution. So, you decided to proceed with your idea. "A room."
"Lead the way, love."
You nodded and ended up taking the both of you into a random empty office nearby. After locking the door, you took a deep breath and Jake's smile faltered a little bit when he noticed your mood.
Despite that, he still tried to crack a joke, "Did you get in trouble?"
"No," you replied, laughing a little dryly. You crossed your arms and kept your gaze low, afraid of seeing his reaction to what you were about to say.
"So what's the problem?"
"I think..." You paused. Gulping felt like it hurt your throat, and you noticed your fingers digging into your arms. "We should take a break from each other." When he didn't reply with anything for a while, you looked up to see a very confused Jake.
"Uh..." His brows were very narrowed, with somewhat squinted eyes and a slightly opened mouth to top his expression off. "What?"
A grimace made its way onto your face. "Let me clarify, I'm not saying we should break up. I just." You moved one arm to gesture vaguely. "Need a break."
"Okay, I can understand that." Jake continued to stare at you. "I don't understand what that has to do with our relationship, though. If you want me to leave you alone for a few days, I can do that, no problem. But to put our relationship on hold...?" He frowned. "Did I do something wrong? Or are you moving away for a bit?"
"It's nothing like that." Guilt was strangling you with how easily that semi-lie slipped out of your mouth. "I just need to clear my head--"
"Listen, I believe you." Jake took a careful step closer to you. "But this isn't something you would just do out of the blue. Please, let me know if I did something wrong. We can work this out as long as you talk."
You took a step back in response. "It's not you. I've just not been feeling right lately and I don't want it to affect you."
"Will you at least give me an idea of why you're feeling that way? Maybe I can help you with it."
The longer this dragged on, the more you felt regretful. You wished Jake had just agreed but maybe him being this pushy out of concern should be plenty proof that he loved you and only you. Doubt lingered in you, still.
"Please?" He softly pleaded, "I promise I'll leave you alone after. I just want to know what's hurting you and if I can help do something about it. I can't possibly turn a blind eye and leave you to suffer alone."
"Jake." You tried to force a smile, but it came out lopsided. "It's nothing you have to be worried about."
"Come on, I know you better than that." It looked as if he wanted to step closer and embrace you, but you stepping away earlier when he came closer to you earlier made him hesitate. "What's hurting you?"
"It's okay, just forget it--"
"Wait, it's Lua, isn't it?"
Your eyes widened. Unlike how you stiffened, Jake loosened up and even began to chuckle as soon as he saw your reaction.
"It is!" Relief was very evident in his voice. He let out a breath that seemed like he had been holding it back and ran a hand through his hair, keeping it there for a moment. "You seriously scared me."
"Um." You couldn't even begin to describe the emotions running through you at the moment. Confusion for sure, but why were you also feeling weirdly relieved yourself?
"I thought I did something wrong so I was racking my brain to try to remember if I did something to hurt you, when it turns out it was nothing like that." This time Jake didn't hold back from walking towards you and enveloping you into a warm hug. "You're really cute, you know that?"
"...What?" That was about all you could react with at the moment.
"I said you're cute. And please don't be jealous of Lua."
If you were just stiff before, you were completely frozen now. With the added bonus of very warm cheeks.
"There's no one I love more than you in the world, so you never have to worry. Besides, I only see Lua as a friend. She's like my annoying, scary little sibling, and you're my lovely partner." You didn't get a chance to reply as he quickly added, "Wait, is this why you've been asking me for more lovey dovey stuff lately?"
Well. This was embarrassing. It was like he had seen right through you. In a way, it was touching. As in, of course your boyfriend would know you this well.
You stammered out a reply and Jake just seemed amused. He patiently waited though, until you eventually were able to string together, "You're... not mad?"
He hummed. "Not mad, but I am a little disappointed."
The honesty stung a little but you completely understood why he felt the way he did.
Jake pulled back from the hug to look at you, lips curved downwards. "What did you think I was going to react with if you told me you felt jealous of Lua?"
You were quick to break eye contact. "I'm sorry. I was worried you were going to think I was overreacting or something." Admitting the truth filled you with guilt and embarrassment. "And it wasn't just Lua, it was the rumors surrounding her, too. Basically everyone's been saying you like her and she likes you."
"Ugh, I told those guys to shut it..." muttered Jake, before softening his look to ask you, "Were all those rumors stressing you out?"
You nodded. "I guess it's mostly my own fault, but the weeks of stress from them made me act irrational. That's why I even came up to you and told you I wanted to take a break." You put your hands over your face. "I just... I thought that was my only solution. If I got away from everything to cool off, then I could come back and be fine. And you would have never known I got stupidly jealous--"
"Hey, your feelings are entirely valid." Jake took your hands and gently guided them off your face. "If I was in your situation, I would be feeling jealous, too. I'm not blaming you for anything." He then leaned down and gave you a quick, but meaningful kiss. "But next time, tell me what's wrong instead of trying to run away, okay? I'm your boyfriend, I'll be by your side no matter what to hear you out."
Slowly, you began to smile. His words made your heart feel full and you regretted trying to be reckless. "Okay. I'm sorry again."
"I forgive you already, so don't worry," he replied with a chuckle. "We can put this behind us, and I'll make sure to talk to the guys who started the rumors."
You nodded and asked, "You know them?"
"Yeah, you know how earlier I said I told 'those guys' to shut up? That's what I mean. I guess I'll have to be more upset with them." He laughed a little awkwardly. "I'm sorry they caused so much trouble, I'm sure they didn't mean it."
"Oh... it's alright."
The conversation trailed off, leaving the two of you to just stand around. After a moment, Jake put his hands on his hips and said, "That's that, huh? Let's get outta here." He smiled when you hummed in agreement and the both of you left the office, feeling relieved.
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A few hours after your confession, everywhere you went, you had the men of Big Deal bowing at you and yelling out apologies. Apparently the guys Jake had lectured ended up spreading the news again and now everyone knew you had gotten jealous and were sorry for making you feel that way (Jake apologized for this as well).
Honestly you weren't sure if this was worse than before or not, but at least you didn't feel guilty anymore. And it was nice to hear apologies, but it was still embarrassing. Even Lua came up to you at some point to apologize.
The last few weeks had been messy but at least you were content again.
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idk if you’re taking requests rn but if they are could you write an eddie imagine where the reader plays bass in another band is outwardly really intimidating but once he somehow gets to know them they’re really soft and enjoy nerdy things, idk but hopefully you can figure something out lol
Hi! So sorry this took me so long to do anon ;-;
info: this was my first request ever?? fun! I had fun writing this sorry it took me about a week :p working on other things and I'm a little unmotivated but i like this... kinda. It went through a few idorations at one point i deleted all 2000 words because it was just really shit. switched perspectives and made it better ;P. it's.... it's okay :) thank u for the request tho anon!
WARNINGS: gender neutral reader, jason being an asshole and bullying reader,, Eddie being sweet- maybe ooc i really don't know, nerdy stuff. enjoy ? ;P
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With a sigh, Eddie walked through the all too familiar, empty halls of Hawkins High, eyes flicking over the bright murals on the wall. There was a box in his hands, containing things he had to bring home so he could finish his most elaborate DnD campaign yet. He'd even committed to cancelling a few pick-ups after school so he could do as much work as possible, though he never got around to finishing. He needed this done in time for tomorrow evening. He hummed to himself quietly as he walked towards the exit, that hook from the Welfare song looping again in his head again as he turned the corner. He walked forward, then stopped with a slight frown. This wasn't the right way... How had he missed his usual turn? He'd stayed in this school an extra two years and still somehow got confused with the layout. If there was anyone to see him, he'd likely be embarrassed- but something else caught his attention.
There was music, not in his head, but playing gently through the hall. Through the music notes on the walls around him, he deciphered this was the music corridor, and that the school band was playing... But there was no brass- just the faint sounds of drums, a bass and a guitar. That piqued his interest. Slowly, he walked towards the sounds, mentally raking through the catalogue of songs and cords he had stored to try and figure out what was playing. He found himself outside one of the new practice rooms. He stood on his tip-toes to see through the window at the group inside.
He'd seen you around a few times- he'd said hello and gotten nods or small 'hi's' back from you occasionally, considering you were an outcast too, but he didn't know you could play bass. As if transfixed, he tilted his head, focusing on you. Your nose was scrunched in concentration, but you were beaming to yourself as you played along, shaking your head to the beat of the song. When a particularly challenging solo came up for you, you set all your focus on your slender, practised fingers plucking at the strings expertly and grinning. He had never seen anything so beautiful in his life. 
His hand lingered over the door handle to the room but didn't touch the cool metal beneath his fingertips. He allowed himself to stay there for a few more moments, before deciding he was being entirely too creepy watching you like this. With a resigned sigh, he moved to stand next to the door, appreciating the music from outside and leaning against a wall. He'd tell you after practice how well you did, and hope his natural charm would help him along to asking you out on a date. 
As the song came to a finish he turned to look at the door expectantly, only to hear chattering and laughter inside. He smiled to himself; he couldn't make out what anyone was saying, and he tried his best to try to match which muffled voice was yours. As the door opened he straightened, the voices coming in clearly,
"-and I'm telling you if you play like that tomorrow, we're bound to win," The drummer said excitedly, turning to you as you were pulling a jacket over your shoulders, 
"Yeah- if we're even allowed to compete- George's an asshole for not coming to practice today," The sound of your voice made him smile, and he could faintly see you from where he stood. The three band members hadn't noticed him yet, "Shit- what the fuck?" You muttered, shaking your arm. You appeared stuck in the jacket and the wires to some headphones around your neck. The bass you had been playing was sitting, propped up on a stand within the room- you weren't taking it home? "How did I even-"
"Look, we're gonna run," The other guitarist piped up, moving past you and the drummer, "See you tomorrow!" They said as they rushed out of the room, their voices fading away as they left. Eddie glanced at them, blinking to himself. They hadn't seen him- he'd never felt so sneaky in his life. He moved forward, watching you as you groaned, a string of curses leaving your lips as you removed the headphones, setting them on a chair and attempting to untangle them, then proceeding to try to wiggle out of the jacket's arms,
"I can help you if you need!" He spoke up. You winced at the suddenness of his voice and he grimaced, not intending to scare you, "Sorry, I was walking by and-"
"I got it," You said sharply, sighing as you unplugged the walkman hooked to your hip and quickly untangled yourself. You did give him a slight reassuring smile, before quickly putting on your jacket. You disappeared into the room, snatching up the headphones and putting them around your head to rest on your neck,
"Oh. Right..." He said awkwardly, moving to stand in the doorway so he could see you better. You grabbed keys from a nearby surface, hair and loose clothing swinging with your quick movements, "So I was walking by the rooms and I heard you guys practising and I thought-"
"Cool! That's nice," You said, giving him a tight smile as you quickly moved towards him. He moved out of the way, watching you lock the door quickly, 
"You haven't even heard what I had to say," He said with a small laugh. He quickly followed after you as you started walking quickly,
"I'm really sorry," You said, turning your head to look at him following you, "I've got a ride to catch- I really need to get home," You gave him an apologetic look, and he nodded, 
"That's alright! We can walk and talk," He assured you, managing to keep up with you almost jogging through the halls by taking large strides, "I heard you playing; you're really good," He said,
"Thanks. But we just practice-"
"No, no. I meant you," He said and grinned at the breathless 'thanks' that left our lips, "I mean, your band was great but you really-" You were at the exit already. You almost stumbled into the door, your bag falling from your shoulder and hitting the glass,
"Shit did they lock it?" You hissed, struggling with the door for a moment,
"It's-" He watched you struggle for a moment, seemingly not hearing him, "Hey- it's-"
"What?" You asked sharply, in a meaner tone than intended, turning to cast him a slight glare, 
"It's a pull door, not a push," He said, pointing a finger at the sticker. You quickly pushed it and grimaced,
"Fucking... Of course, it is," You huffed, "Sorry for yelling," You said sharply, adjusting your bag and quickly running through the door and down the stairs, "I'll see you around!" You yelled, and he watched you curiously as you yelled apologies to a black van that had begun driving off. As you approached, it violently stopped, and you pulled the side door open and disappeared inside.
"Damn..." He hissed to himself, frowning softly. He hadn't asked you your name before you left. He'd have to ask you next time... Or whenever he saw you next. One thing he did know was that you'd affected him somehow. Maybe you cast some magic spell because he hadn't felt his heart race like that for another person in a while. And so his quest to earn your affections began...
He realised he was being awfully quiet this lunch period, watching you across the room. The band members from the other day weren't there with you, and his mind fumbled for reasons why you were sitting alone at the corner of a table, picking at the lunch in your tray with a plastic fork. You were bopping your head to some music- your hair covered the headphones well. Subconsciously, he kept a wary lookout for any teachers coming to take them from you,
"Helloooo," He snapped back to his table, "Earth to Eddie?" Dustin said, looking at the older student quizzically, "What the hell are you looking at?" His newest recruit asked, and his friend Mike looked over in the direction he had just been. With an annoyed grumble, Eddie picked at the food in front of him,
"You've been quiet all lunch," Gareth asked, "What's happening, dude?" His friend asked. Eddie grimaced, before smiling at them and putting his hands together,
"Gentlemen," He addressed, "I may have just spotted us a new recruit," He said, raising his brows, "See they-"
"You speak like that to your mother, Carver!?" The yelling made him forget the words on the tip of his tongue as he looked back at you, now standing and furious. In the absence of his watchful gaze, you had been surrounded by the basketball team and were glaring furiously at Jason, 
"Don't bring my mother into this," He shot back, standing from where he had taken a seat next to you. The whole cafeteria was now watching you intently, whispering amongst themselves,
"Aww, or what?" You taunted, "You gonna go cry to your mommy?" You pouted, smirking devilishly and cackling as his face grew red. Before you knew it, the tray you had was grabbed and thrown at you, and you yelped, the cafeteria erupting with noise and yelling. 
The last time Eddie had moved that fast was last Saturday when he thought the cops were gonna bust him for selling to whatever buyer had heard of his business. He thought he'd die, tripping over multiple tree roots as he raced back towards his trailer and hopped through his window. He was a coward- and even though pissing off Jason was just part of the job now, he'd always bail whenever he'd get challenged to a fight. So why now, when he knew he'd gain nothing, was he weaving through the crowd to come to your aid. 
How foolish he was to think you needed anything. He saw it before he heard it- your hand quickly moving through the air and connecting with his cheek in a powerful snap that sent Jason reeling to the side. As the crowd now surrounding the spectacle burst into cheers and chants, urging you to fight, he managed to slip past them and grab your arm, pulling you away to safety and losing you in the mass of students, faintly hearing Jason yelling threats at the two of you. 
Your hand was warm in his. It was soft. It fit in his perfectly. If he wasn't so focused on taking you to safety, he'd kiss your knuckles and introduce himself like the gentleman he was. Once you were safely out of the crowd and in the far less busy hallways, he felt your hand getting yanked from his. He turned sharply, seeing you frowning as you pulled at the scraps of food lingering in your hair and sticking to your clothes,
"Ugh, Jesus," You muttered, "Gross..." You hissed, 
"Hey," He said, "I can take you to the bathroom and give you my jacket," He offered, already preparing to slide it off his shoulders,
"No," He was frankly stunned by the short reply. Your voice had dropped slightly, and you were clearly distressed, shoulders shaking, "I... Just leave me alone, okay?" Your tone was soft with him again, and as you looked up at him from under the hair that had fallen over your eyes, he looked sympathetic, 
"Alright," He held up his hands apologetically, "But just so you know uh... That slap was really badass," He said, smiling at you, "I mean wow I'm sure everyone in Hawkins High heard that," He added, smiling wider at the weak laugh you gave,
"I'm pretty sure there'll be a witch hunt if they find me. They won't stop till they have my head on a stick and all," You sniffled, eyes shimmering with tears,
"Right... Well, I know a cosy little spot out in the forest that I could take you to?" He offered, watching you, "Hey," He coaxed gently as he saw you looking off. And when your eyes met his, he felt his heart melt in his chest, "C'mon. I don't bite," He added, and you laughed again, fixing the strap of your bag and walking closer to him. 
You were quite the whole walk across the soccer field and kept looking around fearfully. Eddie couldn't help but feel sorry for you- he'd like to know why you were sitting alone today. Why Jason had chosen you as a target. If this usually happened... Why you were this quiet...
"Right here," He said, motioning with his hands to a stray picnic table in the centre of a clearing. Looking back down at you, he saw you pushing your hair out of your eyes to see better. There were tear tracks going down your face, and your eyes were wide as they looked around the area,
"Cozy..." You confirmed, nodding your head. As you turned to look at him, he smiled, motioning for you to walk forward. As your eyes left his, he allowed himself to frown worriedly, watching as you warily approached one side of the bench. You set your bag on the bench and pulled your legs over the wood, sitting down and putting your head on your arms. He walked closer, shrugging his jacket off his shoulders and looking at the thick leather one in his arms. He moved closer to you and gently tapped your arm. Your head shot up to look at him, and he motioned with the jacket,
"For you," He said, placing it carefully over your shoulders, making sure his rings wouldn't get caught in your hair. He patted the shoulders gently, before circling around the bench, "Where's the rest of your band?" He asked curiously, turning his back to you as he walked slowly, not sitting down at first. He walked further into the clearing, glancing at the orange leaves that fall brought along, "I noticed you sitting by yourself and uh... I was gonna come over and invite you to sit with us," He smiled, turning to look at you. Your eyes were still wet and you were looking off into the distance with a misty, far away gaze, "Uhm... Your music! I was supposed to ask you yesterday but you were in a rush," He said, smiling as he began to slowly pace, "I thought you were really great- you played phenomenally up there," He beamed. Your face didn't change at the compliment, "Where'd you learn how to play like that? Did you get lessons or teach yourself?" He walked back over to the bench, "I tried to teach myself how to play at first but I needed more practical lessons-"
"I'm sorry, did you say something?" Your voice was raspy slightly as you spoke up. He blinked, freezing where he stood, one leg over the seat on the bench and his lips parted. His eyes fell to the headphones in your hands, which you pulled off of your head. Right... He gave you a smile and sat down across from you, tapping his hands on the wood,
"Yeah, just uh... Hi, my name is Eddie Munson," He said, reaching a hand out across the table. You set your headphones around your neck, moving a hand to pause the track playing through the device. He could hear it- the same solo he heard you play yesterday. Your hand slid into his and squeezed as he shook your hand,
"Hi Eddie," You greeted, letting his hand go and dropping it to your lap. Your gaze fell to the numerous scratches and crude drawings that marked the wood as you told him your name. He nodded, saying hello back, 
"Thought you should know the name of your saviour," He joked, but it didn't seem to land with you as you nodded your head and avoided his gaze. He shifted so both his hands were on the table, one outstretched and the other bent so he could rest his chin in his hand and gaze at you. He felt a warm sensation fill his blood at the sight of you transfixed by the rings on his fingers. Wiggling them, he spoke up, earning your attention again, "You can come here whenever you want," He assured, "Almost no one knows this is here so your safe from the hunting party," He smiled at you reassuringly, watching you nod along.
 He still watched you curiously, head tilted to the side as you sat in silence. From the ground shaking by his foot and the way your left arm was moving, he guessed you were tapping your leg anxiously. With a small sigh, he glanced around, looking at your bag and looking over the pins on it,
"So," He spoke up, "You were playing bass yesterday, right?" He asked, and you nodded, "I wanted to tell you you did amazing," Your eyes lit up at that, and a small smile ghosted your lips. There it is, he thought,
"You did?" You asked in a small voice, and he found his heart beat a little faster. He nodded his head with a small hum 
"Yeah- I mean, you're basically like Geezer dude,"
"You listen to Black Sabbath?" You asked eagerly, your eyes shining with excitement,
"Are you kidding?" He grinned, "Of course, I listen to Black Sabbath, they're the greatest band ever. I was asking you before if you're self-taught or did you get lessons?" He asked, leaning forward curiously, "Or are you uh... Naturally gifted?" He asked, and you laughed softly,
"I see, I see," You nodded, moving your hands to pull his jacket over your shoulders more "You trying to steal my secrets, Munson?" You asked playfully. His brain stops functioning momentarily and all he can do is let out a small chuckle until the words can form in his mouth. He has to shake his head and collect himself, and when he does, he finds the smile on his face won't leave,
"Ahah- yeah, I... I'm always looking for tips on how to play better myself," He said, smiling, and you nod along,
"Right, right," You said. You begin with a small sigh, "Well, I've always enjoyed music. Listening, playing, singing. It's cause my family's super musical. My mom was in choir and band and my dad had his own band years ago. He's who gave me my sick taste in music," You said playfully, "Mom doesn't mind it but it's 'not her favourite'," You made air quotes, "She's still super supportive and encouraging of me though. We always had this huge piano at home and she'd play it occasionally. Apparently, when I was a baby, hearing music was the only way to get me to sleep," You smiled at him, "When I grew up, she'd let me sit with her and eventually taught me how to play that. Then my dad gave me his old bass and he's been teaching me," You explained
"Woah- so you're still fairly new?" He asked, curiously,
"Well, I wouldn't say fairly new. I never entirely got the hang of guitars because my hands are too small and dainty," You said playfully, moving your hands out in front of you to show him, before wiggling your fingers. Your nails had bits of black nail polish chipping off of them, and there were exactly three rings on your hands- two on your right, one on your left. One was on your thumb, the other on your middle finger; one was on your other middle finger. He wouldn't let his mind wander to how skilled they must be if they can play the piano and bass. He sucked in a small breath and glanced back at your face when you snatched them back, "So my dad thought I'd play better on bass. Once I got the basics down, I'd just practise whenever I had the time. Sometimes I'd... I'd put on the radio and try to play along to any song- even if they didn't have a bassline," You said, before glancing away, "It sounds lame but it's fun-"
"I don't think it's lame at all. It's cool" He said quickly, "It's your way of learning, and helping you get better," He said,
"Yeah?" You smiled, reaching a hand into your bag. He watched your movements for a moment, before speaking up again,
"Yeah, defiantly," He spoke, "You know, I play the guitar too," You looked up at him again, and he held your gaze. In his peripheral vision, he could see your hand moving in the bag, blindly searching,
"Hah- I play bass, not guitar, there's a difference," You said with a sly grin, and he laughed,
"Of course, yes, I'm sorry for offending you- oops," your bag falls over the end of the table, contents spilling on the brown leaves. He instantly bends to help pick up your fallen things,
"Hey, it's fine I've got it," You assured, setting the bag on the table and moving away from the seat to pick things up, 
"I'll help," He assured, glancing at you and nodding. You let out a small sigh, but he could see your smile return,
"Thank you so much," You said gently, your hand brushing against his rings as you picked up your books,
"Yeah, no problem..." He straightened, looking over the book you had taken out from the library and plucking a leaf that had come between the pages, "I didn't realise you liked Tolkien," He commented, giving you a look as he held up the copy of 'Lord of the Rings',
"This? Oh yeah- my little brother got it from school and told me to read it to him as a bedtime story but he got bored of it so he returned it before I could read the rest. Think I made it about thirty pages and he was out," You laughed, grabbing the book from him, "I kinda got hooked. Now I just wanna finish it by myself,"
"Haha- right. I get that. It is long, but the details-" He gushed,
"Right?" You grinned, fixing the placements of your school books inside the bag, "All the details he puts in- it's so vivid. It's like he went to Middle Earth himself!" You smiled. He nodded. It was already great enough that you shared a similar music taste, and were in a band, but now that he knew you had an interest in fantasy? He must've done something to appease the big man above because God, you were perfect. The conversation shifted between your shared interests, band, music and fantasy, and that's when he found out you were interested in DnD,
"Hold on, hold on- Dungeons and Dragons?" He asked,
"Yes! Played it at summer camp once and I loved it and- oh my God you just jogged my memory!! Can't believe I forgot about that game," You sighed, "I wonder if anyone still plays it," He stared at you with wide eyes momentarily, "What?" You asked with a grin, "What??" You repeated as he said nothing. He had only brought it up because he felt a strange object beneath his shoe, and when he'd picked it up, it'd been a red and black D20. You had it between your fingers, picking at the mud with your fingernails. He then spread his arms, leaning back and gesturing to his shirt. For a moment you stared confused, eyes flicking down to his chest, "Oh my God!!" You exclaimed as it clicked,
"Yeah," He laughed,
"What the hell- how have we never met before??" You grinned excitedly shifting forward, closer to him,
"I mean I tried yesterday-"
"Shit, I'm so sorry," You gasped, "I-"
"It's alright, you needed a ride, I get it," He smiled, watching you,
"Hold on- what's the time?" You asked worriedly, glancing at the watch on his wrist,
"Mmm, four twenty-eight," He said with a surprised infliction in his voice. He was late to the Hellfire meet up,"
"Fuck!!" You exclaimed, "I have- my band- ugh," You stumbled as you quickly got up, "Shit, shit," You hissed, and he quickly stood too, 
"Hey, it's fine," He said quickly, "I c-"
"No! It's not-" You sighed, "Sorry for yelling again, it's just that I have- we have 'Battle of the Bands' tonight and we were all supposed to go and now they're probably gone without me-" You rambled, dropping your bag on the ground and groaning as you picked it back up,
"I'll drive you," He said quickly. Eddie had two priorities in life: listen to good music and don't get caught by the cops. Well, maybe he had more but at this moment, seeing you so nervous made him determined to get you there,
"Wha...?" You questioned, stopping to push hair out of your eyes, "You don't even-"
"Where're you playing?" He asked, taking out his keys and twirling them slightly, the many keychains rattling in his fingers, "Come on- tell me on the way," He said, leading you quickly out of the clearing and to the almost empty parking lot.
 Your band members, although angry at your lateness, had calmed when you arrived with Eddie no less. He stayed in the crowd while you played, and you kept making eye contact with each other throughout the show and grinning like idiots. Somewhere in his heart, he knew he'd be bound to you forever. He was willing to drive you to any show you wanted if it meant seeing you so happy and free, playing like you did tonight. And it was a good thing he kept the dice you'd dropped in his pocket so he had the chance to give it to you when you next saw each other. Then again with one of your rings, then again with a necklace, then with various guitar picks. And so forth until you playfully relented and agreed to date him. 
Then he didn't need a reason to steal from you anymore. He only did it to piss you off. 
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eddieswh0r · 2 years
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It Takes One To Know One.
Eddie Munson FanFic.
Part 2.
Summary: you and Eddie get closer and someone doesn’t like it.
Warnings: Swearing, mild violence,
Word count: out the window 😅
The S M U T is on it’s way in part 3 guys, brace yourselves 👀
P l e a s e leave feedback or I have no clue if you’re enjoying it🤷🏻‍♀️
Enjoy you bunch of f r e a k s. 🫶🏼
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Nearly a week had passed since the events that took place. Jason kept an extremely close eye on you which wasn’t hard as you lived in the same house and he took you too and from school. You remember that first day back at school after Jason gave Eddie that beating, the whispers in the hallway about what had happened all because Eddie took advantage of you. But that wasn’t true, he never did such a thing but you still never cleared up the rumours. Eddies locker got trashed, people even went out of their way to make posters calling him a predator and a creep, if the whole school didn’t hate him before, they sure did now. But one thing was eating you up, the guilt, the sheer guilt of it all. You knew Eddie wasn’t a bad guy, let’s face it he’s a freak but he would never do such a thing, you saw that when you looked in his eyes, his soft big brown eyes, you couldn’t shake the look of fear in face when he looked up at you to just tell the truth, it was eating you alive. You’d not seen him since, not even in the cafeteria. You’d over heard Dustin saying that Eddie was nowhere to be seen, not even at d&d. That wasn’t like him, he ALWAYS went, he was the dungeon master or so you’d heard, why wasn’t he there, where was he?
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“Y/n, get in the car, c’mon” Jason called over to you as you walked out the school doors.
“Hey, uhm, I’m gonna stay behind in class today, for extra credits you know?”
“What?! You never do that, you fucking hate school”
“Yeah I know but I kinda wanna graduate this year” you replied with a slight chuckle, Jason agreed that it was the best for you and off he and Chrissy went. You waved them off and watched him drive away out of sight. You walked forward, not backwards into the school, it wasn’t extra credit you wanted, you didn’t care about that. You knew exactly where you wanted to go and made your way.
You turned left into a trailer park, looking around there was a clapped out car, a dog on some rope barking.
“Which one is it!!” You muttered to yourself, pure guilt eating you up inside. You looked over passed the metal fence and there it was, Eddies van. You made your way over with bated breath.
A quick knock on the door and you stood on the step waiting looking at the egg yolk stained trailer, you knew what that was from. You decided this was a terrible idea and turned heel.
“No he is NOT a satanic predator nor is he a freak, leave us alone” a gruff stern voice called. You turned back around to face this thin, balding man who actually scared you a little bit.
“Hi. Uhm.. Mr. Munson? no, I- is, is Eddie in? I’d like to see him please” you spoke softly with a half smile, just to let him know you weren’t there to throw more eggs or argue about the fact everyone thought Eddie was a Satan worshipper. Mr. Munsons face softened, relived that he wouldn’t have to try and clean egg yolk off the trailer on such a hot day or defend his nephew once again. A swift nod and Mr Munson opened the trailer door wider to let you past.
. . .
“He’s gonna appreciate this you know” Wayne spoke as you stood in the kitchen. “He’s had no friends visit since, since he was beat up, he wouldn’t tell me why or how but I know he’s in a pretty bad way, no school, not even d&d, but I won’t dwell, I’ve got work.. he’s in his room, go ahead, I’ll see ya around kid.” And with a quick nod and smile, Mr. Munson picked up his cigarettes and lighter and left.
You stood looking around, it wasn’t much. All different caps hung on the wall, cigarette butts in the ashtray and the faint smell of beer from crushed up cans laying about on the kitchen side. You made your way down the hall hearing faint music playing, you knew it, Iron Maiden. You prepared yourself and knocked.
“Wayne, I’m not hungry man.” Softly spoken, you could only just hear it, fuck it. You pushed the door open and there he was, topless on his bed, turned away, facing the wall. His hair was covering half his face, you studied him. Bruised back, bruised side. An overwhelming amount of guilt washed over you, why didn’t you help him, he’s not a bad guy. You gulped, hard, it was now or never.
“E-Eddie?.. hey, uhm.. I just wanted too, I just- I- I-“ Eddie instantly knew it was you, he didn’t even turn around to look at you.
“Please, get out Carver. Leave”
There was no anger in his voice, but you could hear the hurt, softly spoken almost a whisper.
“Eddie please, I want to talk..” almost begging him, you couldn’t deal with the guilt and you needed him to be okay. He didn’t deserve what happened and you fucking knew that.
“Talk? TALK?!” He sat up turning towards you, holding his side. A split in his lip and under both of his eyes, dark purple and yellowing. The darker bruises had started to fade only just but his face was a mess, purple and yellow bruises covered the left side of his ribs and round to his stomach. your eyes pricked with tears. This was your fault.
“Yeah right, how about we fucking talk then? Let’s talk about how you didn’t fucking speak up when I needed you? No help at all? Not even the fucking truth from you y/n!! I asked you to tell them.. I FUCKING asked you man. And nothing.”
You couldn’t handle it anymore, the tears fell and you walked over in front of him, your hands placed on top of one of his while he still continued holding his side with the other, you kneeled down between his legs which hung over the side of his bed, all hate for him vanished. He was vulnerable now, he was exposed, a side of him you’d never seen.
“Please Eddie” you whispered. “Scream at me, shout at me, do whatever. I know I deserve it. I should have spoken up I kn-“
“Is there any point? What? So you can run back to your brother and I’m in for another beating? I’m not some fucking predator like everyone is saying y/n, I wanted to help. I didn’t wanna leave you in that state cos I’d never have forgiven myself if say you’d choked on your own vomit in your sleep. I’m a good fucking guy, I didn’t deserve that. I really fucking didn’t Carver.” His voice breaking at the end of speaking, he whipped his hand from underneath yours and dropped his head into his hands. You didn’t know what to do, your stomach dropped, he wasn’t this big scary terrifying freak, he was a sensitive, caring human being. You moved his hands away from his face, placing your hands on his cheeks.
“Eddie, wether you believe me or not, I am so fucking sorry. I will never forgive myself for this. You’re- you’re not what I thought you were.. you’re caring, gentle, kind.. and I’m hoping you’re also a forgiving person? But hey.. I wouldn’t forgive me either. I’m a freak”
You made your hands into a fist and pretended to stab yourself in the heart. A light faint chuckle left his lips and your heart warmed. You looked into his eyes, boy those big brown soft eyes, since the kiss in the woods you couldn’t stop thinking about it, no matter what. You still hated him at that point but now? All hate had faded away and you were left longing just to see him smile again. He cared and you knew he did, you were like him but you could never admit that.
. . .
“So you see, that’s how you start the BEST campaign.” Eddie laughed and it made your heart flutter. You’d been speaking for hours now and you realised, you’re the female version of him but you hid it from everyone, because Jason was your brother and you HAD to fit in. He was explaining D&D to you, watching his face light up as he explained his passion really made your heart full, he had the most infectious laugh. You glanced over at the clock, 1:30am.
“Fuck. FUUUUCK. Eddie I need to get home, I only said I was staying behind in class for extra credit”
“Come on, I’ll drive you home, I think I can manage that” he smiled nodding down to his ribs. “I could do with some air anyway.”
You gathered your things and head out to his van, driving down the roads to your house in silence while the low hums of music played. You leant your head back and listened, of course he was playing Ozzy but you didn’t have to hide the fact you liked it, not to him anyway. Eddie pulled up a couple of houses away, he wasn’t wanting to have another beating again.
“Home Sweet Home” he glanced over to you with a smile, you threw your bag over your shoulder, you didn’t want to leave him, in fact you wanted nothing more than to stay in his company.
“So.. am I forgiven now?” You looked up through your eyelashes at him, a gentle smile on his face.
“Hm, I’m not so sure you know? You’ve a lot of making up to do” he chuckled and so did you, as you opened the door and went to get out he placed his hand on your thigh.
“Hey, before you go I just wanna say Thankyou, you’re alright I guess Carver” with a wink he squeezed your thigh and then placed it back on the wheel. You smiled at him and closed the door, quiet as you could. You walked round the front of the van to the sidewalk and made your way to your house. You turned slightly and held up your hand to wave bye and as he drove past slowly he hung his head out the window.
“Laters, baby.”
And that’s when you knew.
. . .
You closed the door as quietly as you could behind you, creeping down the hallway into the kitchen to get a bottle of water which you always did before bed. You crept into the kitchen only to be met by a dark figure sat at the table.
“Staying behind for extra credit were ya?” A dark tone in his voice.
“Jason, I-.”
“Where were you y/n!!”
“I went to, uhm, to you know, you know my friend Ashley? I was studying with her” you forced a fake smile shrugging it off and grabbed your bottle from the fridge. Jason grabbed your shoulder spinning round to him.
“Do NOT fucking lie to me, tell me why you smell of cigarettes and beer.” He narrowed his eyes glaring at you.
“You’ve been with that FREAK, HAVEN’T YOU” Jasons voice particularly loud now, he pinned your shoulder against the fridge.
“Ow! Jason, get off, you’re hurting me!”
“Fucking tell me the truth, don’t lie to me y/n, I fucking KNOW you have, it’s written ALL. OVER. YOUR. FACE.”
You glanced down at your feet knowing you couldn’t lie for shit, he knew and there was nothing you could do. You held your cheek, tears forming in your eyes as Jason’s hand connected with your face, you wanted to run, far away and you knew exactly where you’d go.
“Wait till I see that FREAK, he’s got it coming, he’ll be fucking sorry” Jason gave you a shove and you fell back into the fridge, as you watched him walk away the tears fell, you never wanted to let your brother down but the connection with Eddie was growing stronger and you couldn’t deny that, well on your part it was.
. . .
You walked into the cafeteria, a slight noticeable bruise on your cheek. There was murmurs from different people which you ignored just thinking it was about your bruise.
“HEY FREAK!!!” You looked round to see Jason making his way to the Hellfire table, you’d convinced Eddie the previous night to come back to school, maybe that was a mistake. Shit.
“HEY!!! I’M TALKING TO YOU, FREAK”
The whole cafeteria was watching open mouthed. Eddie stayed sat talking to his friends, trying to ignore the fact that Jason was gunning for him. Before he knew it he was being dragged out of his seat.
“I SAID I’M FUCKING TALKING TO YOU!! You think you can keep my sister locked in at yours..” Jason was now completely twisting things and you couldn’t bare to watch, not again. Eddie grabbed Jason’s hands and threw them off him.
“You have no idea do you Jason, y/n came to me. On her own. I didn’t FORCE y/n to do anything”
“That’s not what she told me FREAK.”
What? Did you hear that right? You never said anything, you wanted to run, but this time you marched towards your brother, shoving him away from Eddie.
“Hey! Dumbass, I didn’t say shit to you” you call out while giving Jason yet another shove to his shoulder. “…And while we’re on the subject” you jumped up onto the Hellfire table
“This person here..” you shouting pointing towards Eddie “…He is THE most kind, caring human I’ve ever met, he didn’t do ANYTHING to me at all the night of the party apart from look after my drunk ass and he ended up getting a beating from my so called dumb fuck brother. And YES last night I was with Eddie and we spoke for hours and hours and if you all bothered to stop your shitty lives for just a second you’d see how AMAZING he is!!” You let out a breath looking at every one stare at you. Dustin, Gareth and the rest of the Hellfire table had the biggest grins on their faces you’d ever seen. Jason stood there glaring at you, brows furrowed.
“You’re nothing to me, don’t ever think you’ll sit with us, hang with us or anything. You’ve lost all your friends, you’re done. You’re a freak” Jason said in a low tone. You got down from the table and watched Jason walk away. The whole cafeteria continued doing their own thing.
“See, i told you, you’re a freak. It takes one to know one.” Eddie grinned from ear to ear putting his hand on your shoulder.
. . .
Part 3
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everythinghughes · 2 years
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Hey lovey, can u write like something fluffy with OP or protective OP plz 😩
kenz when did you even send this in LMAO i must be really fucking behind jeez
you stand talking with audrey at some football player's birthday party as music blares and people dance. you sip your drink when audrey's eyes widen and suddenly ana rm wraps around your waist.
"hey there goregous" a voice that certainly isn't your boyfriends whispers in your ear.
you chuckle nervously and try to push his arm off you "uh hi"
it's then you notice another guy has shown up and is attempting to flirt with audrey.
"my names david and that's my buddy jason. we were just wondering if you two pretty ladies wanted to get out of here."
you and audrey look at each other with wide eyes yours screaming "wtf?!" and hers "play along with it"
you don't notice that david is still talking until you feel a light pinch on your hip, which gains your attention "there you are, so about getting out here-"
"yeah not happening sorry bud." you hear the voice of matty say from behind audrey.
oh thank fuck
"i'm sorry who're you?"
"her boyfriend" he points at audrey and immediately jason is backing off.
"so why can't i take this pretty lady home?" david questions.
"because that's my girlfriend, you've got your hands on bud."
owen
david turns to find a pissed-off owen, towering over the two of you. "this your girl bro?"
"yeah bro"
david raises his arms "that's my bad man but you consider yourself a lucky man because... damn." he whistles making owen's hand ball up into fist.
you move towrads owen, wrapping your arms around his waist "thank you for the... compliments david. have a nice night." you say before, owen pulls you through the crowd of people.
"what the fuck was that?" he spits, once you're in the privacy of his room.
"uh, david was asking me to leave the party with him"
"when did allowing guys to flirt with you become okay in this relationship?"
"me and aud were just joking around. its not like i was actually going to leave with or even flirt back."
owen stays silent and you frown, making your way over to him and cupping his cheeks in your hands. "hey, i'm sorry if i upset you and just so you know, if you didn't show up when you did, i probably would've kicked his ass myself."
that gets a smile out of owen and you're immediately grinning again, "kinda wish i didn't interfere now." he mumbles against your hand.
you roll your eyes before owen leans down and buries his face in your neck "please never do that again. i hate seeing another guy try and get with what's mine."
"i'm yours o, yours and only yours."
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watching batman ninja and taking notes bc idk how to focus <3 spoilers under the cut
batman ninja is a wild movie already but harleys design fucks
smth smth. everyone got sent to generally the same time/location with variation, time can vary by years (selina was sent 2 years before bruce) but probably not decades and id assume location varies to anywhere within a certain range of whatever island in japan that this is on.
nightwing and red hood were teamed up separately from batman before the blast that sent everyone back by the look of it. cute.
i wanna see ivyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy- DEATHSTROKE IS HERE?
ohh ok. time difference was based off of proximity/order that they were sucked in, making batman the last to show. a few minutes become years, everyone else were def much closer in timing but even a few seconds mightve made weeks difference in how far back they were sent.
lords alluded to so far: joker, penguin, ivy, deathstroke, two-face
mz ivy im in love w u
"once my fortress is complete, itll be my time to strike. yeahhh" OLD MAN. BOOMER. he says yeah like an adult actor playing a teen in an anti-drug ad campaign.
the lord intros are so fun actually
i love selinas little puppet, not a fan of bruces general disposition.
ok bruce looks better with the beard. also alfred what the fuck. how. and lmao. alfred. "lets go on a japan trip we get back."
HARLEYYYYY SHES SO CUTE. is this tara. i think its tara. love her.
classic "stop me or save the civilian trick" smh
congrats to bane on bulking up i guess? anyways. wheres the others. im bored of batman. i do love the little chibi batman who forcibly ejects bruce, someone mustve added a fail safe specifically for bruce being dumb and self destructive.
the lip syncing is off, is this a dub?
DICKIE!! anime hair... and dick's anime bf/leader of the ninjas.
"how do we regain the advantage when we have nothing" bruce. bruce. the whole squad is here + a ninja army. girl.
DAMIAN? oh hes still cute.
monkee :) hes so silly
so tims swords are just for decoration then? weirdo. joker gets his ass beat, whatever. tim states the obvious. backstab fest. im bored again.
"joker!! you'll kill yourself!!" "that's the point, lmao"
35 min in, still no red hood. just establishing shots to explain that each lord has the special time sticks.
"i didnt know who i was after i lost my car" could you be anymore pathetic. he isnt even cute pathetic, hes just "id push him into a puddle" pathetic. stop brooding you boring bitch. oh thank god. he acknowledges that he has other people carrying his ass. red hood still hasn't shown up, not even for bruces go team speech.
ACK. THE CUT IN ART. SO PRETTY. ill probably make another post for screenshots.
red hood time. finally. jason the buddhist monk and his joker hunt sidequest. a part of jasons lashing out at harley is framed in a way that makes it look like a sexual assault imo, so it's giving some mixed emotions. like if this turns out to just be some regular farmers this would be a "stranger breaks in and gropes your wife while threatening you" kinda deal. i mean they went ass shot to jason grabbing her and holding her like. ack. like hes holding her like that so he can break her arm but u gotta trust me it looks Bad. not to just narrate the entire scene but its a lot. jason's pissed and scary, the art is very pretty, im sacred and a little. you know. youve seen me post you know how i am.
this movie kinda. i personally think it wouldve looked better in 2d.
"if you knew him like i did" bruce... also mr j and harley are fully amnesiac so jason the effectively traumatize 2 strangers for no reason. jokerquinn gets a happy ending by becoming farmers. "we'll take them back with us-" NO??? THIS IS LITERALLY THEIR HAPPY ENDING?? THIS IS THEIR BEST/ONLY SHOT AND TRUE REHABILITATION BRUCE. BRINGING THEM BACK WOULD BE PURE STUPIDITY AND/OR SELFISHNESS.
jason saying bruce but bruce saying red hood...
whoops. they still remember, so bruce is just a dumb hoe who thought he and joker had something special.
why are there penguins here. like actual penguins. and why does slade have a gf.
red hood has my fav voice acting of the boys tbh, the others sound a bit clunky. and is ivy also tara. she sounds a bit like tt03 raven.
mech battle. slade is still hot. even if he is a cringe old man. HARVEY BUDDHA BOT?
dami should get to keep his monkey friend. as a treat.
THIS ISNT SKYRIM I DONT THINK HORSES CAN RUN LIKE THAT
ok two face is funny. coin said i gotta beat ur ass now. literal "switching on a dime" behavior
hi welcome back to robot wars. fight scenes are really hit or miss for me, i love em or i fall asleep. smth smth. joker moment. clowns doing the heavy lifting. and where is harley getting her hair dye from, or is that a wig?
fun fact! red spider lilies (the flower growing from jokers gas bomb) symbolize death <3
aaaaand we're back to mech battles. voltron assemble or whatever.
dami almost gets squished trying to save monkey
bruce. bruce are you having an autism event or are you being rude on purpose. anyways give the dues ex macina to dami he deserves it more. baby boy can play the flute so good <3
"momi?" "whos she" a monkey friend tim. obviously.
THE MONKEYS ARE HELPING HIM PLAY IM GONNA LOSE IT. thats so unrealistic but its sooooooooo cute.
m. monkey.
damian is having the time of his life fr
damian is no longer having the time of his life
bats. bat monkey. b. batman? how.
fire no match for batman made of monkeys and bats. anime punch.
Nightwing Vs Penguin, Red Hood Vs Deathstroke, Red Robin Vs Two Face, Robin Vs Poison Ivy
damian that was not a joke. A for effort tho.
ok so the amnesia WAS real but smth smth plant magic.
joker that is not what a joke is. you're worse that damian.
4 barrels, who do you think you are deathstroke. the guy who killed the prime minister of japan? HARLEY? harley. this frame gets its own post she straight up licked her. and thats a lot of bare monkey ass. blah blah they blow up robot. "keep your tongue to yourself" blushing rn
batjokes sword fight, im bored again. joker has a boner. who give a shit. bruce bores me in that special way of his. i am once again reminded about why i can only ever pay attention to him when Dick is involved. if someone else doesnt show up soon my eyes are gonna roll back into my head. joker is not funny enough to make this interesting. hes kinda hot tho. is it just me or are the animators losing steam towards the end of this. im. im bored. oh i missed the fans, those were cool, its nice to see them one last time. blah blah kill joker- wait a minu- ok nvm. coward. batjokes should die together an share a grave. in main canon even.
gonna cry over monkichi brb. at least he has monmi. his sister? gf? both?
ok so by the credits i assume this movie was originally in japanese. anyways. after credits. bruce does wayne stuff, selina does catwoman things. pfft. old style batcart dents a strangers car.
harley and ivy were tara strong ofc, and apparently jason and dami shared a VA, i didnt even notice that. so did dick and alfred. and grodd and deathstroke. a lot of double casting.
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