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amomentsescape · 1 month

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hello! Are you ok?, I hope so ❤️ (by the way, your writing is wonderful)

I would like to make a request for Yandere Slashers with an S/O who is a mermaid, who usually kills people who dare to invade her lakes, and she kills these people by drowning.

(I'm sorry if there are any writing errors, English is not my first language, and I'm writing this using Google translate)

Slashers with Mermaid! Reader

Yandere! Slashers x Reader

Includes: Freddy, Michael, Jason, Thomas, Bubba, Brahms, Norman, Billy, Stu, Vincent, & Bo

A/N: I'm doing good, thank you <3 I hope you enjoy! (Also, I decided I'm going to remove Lester from the Slasher requests. I'm still very much open to writing for him when specified, but I feel like he doesn't quite fit in with all the other Slashers).

Freddy Krueger

Meeting you was quite literally the best thing to ever happen in his undead life

He likes to team up with you, constantly coming up with different ways you both can contribute to someone's death

You pull them under, and they suddenly wake up in Freddy's world

Your dynamic is pretty ideal too

Whenever you sleep, you can visit him

And he has no issues with popping into your waters just to say hi

He does this quite often, in fact

He is very aware you can take care of yourself, but he still gets worried

You're his

He doesn't trust anyone being around you

Even if your only intention is to kill them immediately

He understands that where you are now is your home, but that won't stop him from doing whatever he can to have you live in his world

He can create the perfect environment for you

Miles and miles of nothing but water if your heart desires

Which hopefully it does

Since he isn't willing to wait much longer

Michael Myers

He never thought creatures like you actually existed

But the moment he saw your strength and darkness, he was immediately drawn in against his better judgment

He visits more often then you think

He's always around, watching

You can feel eyes on you almost 90% of the day, but you never really know where it's coming from

He enjoys watching you swim and just relax

But he especially loves seeing you drag poor souls into the tide with you

There's something so twisted and yet magical about watching you kill

But this fascination is also paired with extreme jealousy

He hates seeing you touch other people

And he almost envies the way they get to be so close to you, even if it means their demise

He hopes to find a way to take you home with him for good one of these times

You told him you loved him, so you'd be happy as long as you're by his side

Right?

Jason Voorhees

Out of all places to meet the love of your life, this one seemed especially unfortunate for Jason

But his feelings for you were strong enough to overrule his fear

He'll sit by the shore with you, hearing you talk and sing old tunes he's never heard before

He loves listening to your stories about the world underneath the current

But this always leaves him with such a deep feeling of sadness

He wants a life where you both can live together and share those memories

But he knows that's nearly impossible

He starts spending more time by the water side than the camp, finding that irresponsible teens like to be by the beach even more than the forest

You lure them in with your beauty and your words, and Jason finishes the job

He'll let you kill too if you really wish to, but he doesn't like the idea of those types of people being so close to you

He barely gets to touch you, so why should they get what he so desperately wants instead?

Thomas Hewitt

In this desert like area of Texas, Thomas has to travel quite far to see you

But the one time he accidentally stumbled upon you, he was smitten

And you surprisingly didn't turn him into another victim like all the others

He was kind to you

And now, he brings you food and stops by as often as he possibly can

You've made him little necklaces out of bones and shells

He wears every single one of them

Your bond only gets stronger each time he comes to see you

But Thomas can only take so much

Why can't you be closer?

He knows the family would love you

And he could make you so happy

His bathtub is big enough for you, he's sure of it

He knows that you won't want to leave your own home for his, but he loves you and knows what will be best for you

He's just got to be patient

Bubba Sawyer

His own family had to go on a search for him after he disappeared for a couple days

But he just couldn't help it

You make him so happy, and the more time he spent with you, the more difficult it became to leave your side

He's tried to jump in a few times to be with you, but you always persuade him out of it

He doesn't know how to swim, and you don't want him to end up like everyone else

That's when he decided that the best option would be to create your very own pond in his backyard!

That way, you could be with each other, and he would never have to say goodbye again

He hasn't told you this idea yet, but he's sure you'd be happy with it

This would also keep you from needing to kill anyone else

You're too beautiful to get your hands dirty

And it's unfair that they get to join you in the water when you won't let him do the same

He can make you super happy with his family, he's sure of it

Brahms Heelshire

He hates this dynamic between you two

He wants you at home with him so you can take care of him, and he can keep you away from everyone else

No one should get to touch you or look at you besides him

He's actually tried to drag you out of the water before, but the prospect of accidentally killing you was enough to make him stop

He never knew he could envy a body of water as much as he does

It gets to hold you, touch you, and be with you at all times

He wants that too, so desperately

Because of you, he's gone from house dweller to nature enthusiast in just a matter of days

Even when you think he's at home, he's stalking around, watching you

He insists it's to keep you safe

In fact, you haven't had to drown anyone in quite a while

And you can thank Brahms for that

The moment he sees a single soul in the area, he drags them off and disposes of them before you even have a chance to see them

He wouldn't dare let you touch another being that isn't him

Norman Bates

It honestly took him a really long time to believe that you were even real

He didn't think mermaids or sirens actually existed, so seeing you for the first time made him pinch himself to make sure this wasn't some weird dream

He also took a while to trust you since he didn't want to fall victim to your treacherous waters

But once he realized you were genuine, he dove straight in all at once

He visits you whenever he can for however long he can muster

Someone needs to run the motel, but God he wishes he could be with you 24/7

He's "jokingly" brought up the idea of you staying at the motel in a pool he could install for you

He just wants to keep an eye on you at all times

He constantly dreams of finding a way to make you human so you two can truly be together

Until you have two feet like him, it will never be enough

Billy Loomis

Doesn't tell a single soul about you

Not even Stu

And it's not because he's embarrassed or wants to see other people

He's honestly just scared that others will either think he's insane or try to capture you

Visits you every day and makes sure to pack his swim trunks so he can join you in the water

Constantly admires you and wants to run his hands along your scales

He just thinks you're all around incredible

But he has this hidden level of anger towards the situation

He wants to walk around town with you, show you off

He wants you to join him on his sprees so you can see just how powerful he can be

And he hates the idea of not having eyes on you at all times

He knows you kill anyone who isn't him, but he doesn't want you getting that close to anyone in general

He spends his nights studying ways to get you to live with him

He'll find a way to have you all to himself, even if it ends up being the death of him

Stu Macher

He actually first met you while you were seducing some poor soul to their death

And Stu was immediately enamored

He comes to see you whenever he can

He sometimes spends the weekend camping out along the shore just so he can spend more time with you

He thinks you're beautiful of course, but he can't help but fantasize what it would be like if you were human like him

You two come from very different worlds, but there's nothing that could keep you away from him

He likes to bring up the idea of mermaids and mythical creatures in casual conversations with people

How they react to it will determine whether they make his hit list

He likes to bring you jewelry and pretty objects from his victims, showing you items that you've never seen before

He talks about how one of these days, he's going to have a house built on the shore so he can be with you

And if you argue against it, he will shut down

The pent up frustration of not getting to sleep next to you every night makes his killings more brutal and his fantasies all the more darker

Vincent Sinclair

Every time he comes to see you, he brings a new portrait or wax figure of you that he made

You flood his dreams and his mind 24/7

He honestly thinks he's under some sort of spell

He doesn't mind that you aren't human like him

He's always felt very different from everyone else, so it's nice for him to have someone he relates to

But his jealousy constantly gets the better of him

Anytime you tell him of some poor soul you drowned, he can't help but feel his blood boil

Even if it ends in their death, he hates the idea of you flirting or seducing these people

The only one who should be receiving that attention is him

Barely sleeps at night

He has snuck to the shore countless time without your knowledge, just watching you and making sure your stories line up with what he observes

Is overall obsessed even more than you know

Bo Sinclair

If anyone saw you together, it would be enough to make them blush

The way you two can constantly flirt back and forth without any hesitation is otherworldly

You could have sworn he must have been a creature like you in a past life

He's so touchy when he's with you, not afraid to get his clothes wet in an effort to just be closer to you

He truly makes you feel accepted as you are and with where you live

But little do you know of his darker nature

He stalks the shore and kills off anyone that trespasses before you even have a chance to get to them

He doesn't need you looking at anyone but him

And he's already been renovating an old abandoned pool in Ambrose for you

You're going to finally be living with him like he's always wanted

You don't know this yet, but he's sure you'll be happy with the idea

It will be a great surprise

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lightwing-s · 3 months

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𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏𝐒

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐯 ; 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬

pairing: jason todd x fem! reader

summary: you're pregnant. somehow, your baby daddy has to find out about it.

word count: 5,6k warnings: pregnancy, mentions of abortion.

a/n: i wrote and rewrote this a lot, and I don't think this is the best I could come up with, but here it is. a lot more angst that previous episodes and I do recommend reading it while listening to The Flame by Valerie Deniz and also Give me Love by Ed Sheeran because I love how emotional that song usually makes me feel. Hope you all enjoy it ♡♡♡

reblogs and interactions are always appreciated ! ♡

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With a deep sigh, you tried to settle down your nerves. Your hands were sore. Sweaty. Tired of trying. The heaviness still lingered on your chest. The feeling of incoming doom. The air all around was thicker than you’d remembered it for, nearly making it impossible for you to breathe. And you swore to your reflection in the mirror, you were gonna make it through.

It had been three nights since the result. Two days of pain. And one single thought looming in your mind. Pregnant. You’re pregnant. You didn’t know what to do, nor what to think. Sinking into a pit of terror and despair. The idea frightened you, tore you apart. And just thinking of your future, of what was to come from now on, made your head spin.

Today, you forced yourself to forget. Pretend your life was normal, like it used to be. Not Much had changed since you had taken the test three days ago, but to you it felt like everything was different.

You had skipped the gym the last couple of days, the first time doing it since you could remember, scared to face anybody and them finding out, but also too anxiety stricken to even leave your bed. You felt cramps, but also your stomach turning. You felt nauseous, but you weren’t sure if it was due to your newfound condition, or if it was the anxiety acting out.

Nessie had called, and you gave her some excuse that your boss needed you elsewhere. Another city. A quick work trip, you’d be back soon. At work, you told them you had caught some contagious disease you found on google, and they let you off for the entire week. Thankful for a relatively full pantry, you survived for two days on your own, but you sure couldn’t manage to eat much anyway.

You’ve never lived worst days. You were sure of that. Fear fills you to the brim. Sadness eats you up from the inside. And because of that, you felt even worse. There are so many people who dreamed of being where you were now, of getting a positive. So many have struggled for this. And here you were, ungrateful for yours. But you never wanted it in the first place. Not now, not like this. It didn’t follow your plan. It wasn’t perfect.

It wasn’t long ago that you were graduating college. And as of this moment, you were a mere assistant, not even a proper writer or a journalist yet like you’ve dreamed since you were little. An assistant. The bottom of the food chain, with still a lot to grow and harvest in your career. You neither had the finances, the stability, nor the time and mental capacity to be raising a baby on your own.

Because you would be raising it on your own, wouldn’t you? Your baby daddy would just disappear, like many others you’ve heard about. He would pack his things and disappear. He would live his life, continue with being young, having fun, while you were left to fend for yourself and your kid. All alone.

Would you even tell him? Should you even tell him?

Three nights. Three nights of torture. Of overthinking the future and sulking in your bed, your pillow drenched with your tears. You knew you’d go crazy if you kept that going for too long. So, finding some bit of courage, some tiny little ounce of determination, you left your bed that morning ready to forget. Ready to clear your mind, to make it think straight. And then, you wished, you would know what to do.

You showered, ate, did your skincare and put on makeup, and went for a walk around the park. But you just had to step out of your apartment to find someone who made you think instantly of him. Running back inside and leaving your raven haired neighbor staring confused at you, you made a beeline to the bathroom, dropping your entire breakfast in the toilet.

You had to tell him, hadn’t you? You had to tell Jason. It was the right thing to do, right?

So, here you were. Back at the gym you’d quit a month ago in favor of another. All because of your last encounter. You thought it was the best to be done, remove him entirely from your life so you could be free again. If only you had known then where you’d be a month later, you’d have laughed at the irony the world was throwing at you. You still remembered the times he’d come, praying he didn’t have them changed for some reason. Maybe he wanted to avoid you too. Maybe he had quit. Please, God. Be on my side, only for today.

It had been, perhaps, a full hour since you arrived. Roy had greeted you with a large smile, asking if you were back for good. You couldn’t match his enthusiasm, offering him a poor excuse of your own smile instead. All this time, you couldn’t complete a full set, never mind finish an entire exercise. Your body trembled, not answering you. Too exhausted. The heaviness on your chest helped in weighing you down and making every effort insufficient.

The weights you had tried to use now stood on your feet. Crooked, disordered, unorganized. Then, you found yourself looking at your reflection in the mirror. Your eyes were red and swollen. Your lips were dry and exposed some nervous bite marks you’d been taking off them. There were a few pimples on your forehead, and you had bags under your eyes. In the corner of the mirror, too stood the reflection of the one you’d been looking for.

He chatted with another man. It wasn’t Roy, by the darker hair color and shorter size. Yet it was a face you recognized, but failed to name. Jason looked happy, smiling as he spoke excitedly about something you did not know about. Were you really ready to tell him? Were you okay with ceasing his happiness?

Your eyes lingered on him for longer, and eventually, his eyes found yours. His smile was quickly replaced by a frown. An air of disgust and anger. His tongue poked his cheek, and he rolled his eyes at you. Turning around, he decided that facing the other direction was much better than facing you. Now, his broad back was all you were left to stare at.

You felt the nausea return. Leaving your things behind, you rushed to the restroom. He hated you. He hated you and he was fucking right for it. And what were you thinking? Telling him he was going to be a father, to your baby above all, at the fucking gym?

After dumping your stomach in the toilet once more, you wanted to get out of there. Collecting your things and shoving them inside your bag, you headed out. However, in good old fashion, you felt a body stop as it came in contact with someone else’s. You didn’t have to look up to know who it was. Eyeing you from above, Jason started to apologize before he could recognize who you were, proceeding to roll his eyes again. You excused yourself, still looking away from him, and his demeanor changed from anger to worry.

“Yn, are you alright?” he inquired, reaching for your arm. You felt your eyes start to burn, the tears finding their way back, and the nausea only got worse. Running past him, all you managed to say was a quick “I’m fine,” before disappearing.

You arrived at his building straight away, using the faint memory of the directions that remained in your brain from the night he brought you here. You were still clad in your gym clothes, not caring to stop at home first, nor remembering to actually do it. But it was fine, because you didn’t sweat anyways. You couldn’t even finish one full exercise in the hour or so you were there.

So you waited. You waited on the opposite sidewalk, thinking back to the first time you came here. It was almost two months ago, or maybe more, you don’t remember exactly. It seemed longer, though. It all seemed longer. Longer than two months. Longer than three days. It all seemed like an eternity.

The sun waved goodbye on the horizon, hiding between Gotham’s skyline. The weather started to shift, as the warmth of summer slowly gave place to the strong winds and the coolness of the autumn days. The breeze made you wish you had brought a coat or something to keep you warm, the thin gym clothes you wore doing nothing to help you. And so, your body shivered.

Shivered from the cold. Shivered from the fear. The agony you’d so desperately tried to keep away returning back to you. If you went up. If you knocked on his door. If you talked to him, there was no pretending anymore. There was no hiding facts you so wished you could. There was no fighting reality.

A lump formed in your throat, and you tried to swallow it away, to no avail. Your breath, your hands, your legs, your all trembled. Fighting to keep yourself up when all you wanted was to fall down, to curl up under your covers and hide from the world. From the truth.

You thought back to the days when things were easier. To your days at the park, playing around with your friends, the hem of your jeans always dirty from mud, dust or paint. You remembered the days all you had to do was study, your chores, and your drawings. Reading books from sunrise to sundown, or for the entire night. Of when responsibilities didn’t follow you everywhere, and the perspective of the future didn’t break you down.

You thought of your parents. Of how mad they would get. There was always a path to them, a way to follow. A way to live your entire life. Just like they had done theirs. Any step out of that line often led you to trouble. ‘You have to get married to a good and respectful husband. One that will care and provide for you. And then, when the time is right, God will give you children to raise, just like he did to me and your father,’ your mother would tell you. ‘There’s nothing more shameful than a single mother’, were once the words of your father. And the thought of what they’d do to you once they found out had your tears rolling down faster than you could hold them in.

An old lady passed by you, asked if you were okay. You lied, like you’d been doing for the past few days. You weren’t one for lying, never was, and suddenly it was all you did. “Oh dear,” she cooed, and embraced you in an unexpected hug, before her tiny pomsky pulled her away.

Grey took over your surroundings, like one of those movie filters that left everything somber. A single headlight of a motorcycle let you know he was finally here. That the time of truth was upon you. You watched him park his motorcycle like a creep. Hidden in a dark corner, away from his sight. He had showered at the gym, and now wore a different outfit. Sweatpants and a hoodie.

He looked comfortable. You clearly weren’t. He looked happy. Opposite to you. Were you ready to take all that away from him? To curse him to the same pain and anxiety you were feeling now?

But you couldn’t do it alone. You couldn’t. You needed him. You needed him. You needed him by your side. You need someone, something. Something to tell you everything would be okay. Gathering up all your courage, every bit you could find within yourself, you took one step out of the sidewalk.

A deep breath taken before entering the building, you walked in without ceasing to cry. Each step you took up the stairs was heavy. Heavier than when you were drunk, and heavier than the day you left. Each step was a gulp. Each gulp was a scream inside your brain telling you to turn around. About two or three times along the way you stopped to look down, and wondered what would be of you if you’d just ran away.

In your mind, you counted each and every step. An attempt to clear it of thought. It obviously didn’t work. Your legs shook and your breathing faltered with the last steps you took to reach the sixth floor. The tears had dried, leaving your skin cold to the touch. You moved on automatic. Everything else you did a blank stain in your memory.

It was the feeling of the hardwood under your knuckles that brought you back to reality. The hollow sound it made woke you up, showing you’d made it to his door. Your breath got stuck in your throat, and you felt like you could vomit.

He took his time to answer the door. And you wondered if it was a sign to turn around. To leave. But your feet wouldn’t move, even if you screamed at them to do so. The ruffling inside the apartment made your heart jump, beating hard in its place. Your breathing halted, trapped in your larynx, as the tears started rapidly falling down again.

When he opened the door, it was like time had stopped. He assessed you through narrow eyes, still angry at you. You didn’t blame him, not at all.

“They run from you twice and still come right back,” he hissed. His voice was hoarse and monotone, and his eyes found yours in a blank stare. The corners of your mouth fell. Your chin trembled. And had to avert your eyes from him otherwise you’d start sobbing all over again. “Yn,” he called, and his voice didn’t show the hate or disgust anymore. It was worried. It felt pain. Softer and watchfull. “What happened?”

You took a deep breath, swallowing down the tears. Trying so hard to keep them in, but the drops that fell beside your sneakers on the floor were a testament of how your body had stopped responding to you a long time ago. Your shoulders shook, and Jason went from worried to desperate. He didn’t know what was going on. But seeing you like this made him freak out.

And suddenly he wasn’t mad at you anymore. In retrospect, maybe he never truly was. But whatever anger, or frustration he had disappeared from his body. You felt his touch on your shoulder, and you imagined he had just put one hand there as a sign of support. You’d be thankful for just that. But then, you felt his arms drawing you close, wrapping around you, until you felt the soft cotton of his hoodie through your cheek.

The tears ran down faster, soaking a spot on the thick fabric. Your loud sobs only made Jason pull you closer, not knowing how, but still trying to call you down. Whatever happened was too bad that you’d run to him of all people, and he felt obligated to help you in any way he could.

By this point, he was holding you up himself. Your body giving in to the tears. Jason tucked his nose in your hair, breathing in the sweet scent of your shampoo. He caressed your back, kissed you temple, spread warmth through your body with his own hands rubbing at your arms. However, your tears ceased to stop, making the stain under your eyes enlarge, second after second.

“Yn,” he whispered right into your ear. The air he let out hitting against your skin.

You pressed your eyes shut. The tears that still lingered there being forced out. You tightened your hold on him. He called you again, and forced his neck to get a glimpse of your puffy red eyes.

You didn’t want to let go, but forced yourself to push him away just so you could finally face him. You felt your throat dry, a weak cough trying to fix it up. Jason couldn’t help the quick thought of how pretty you looked when you cried, but he felt so much pain in his chest at the same time that he wished he would never see you like that again.

The first time you opened your mouth, nothing came out of it. Jason’s fingers drew figures on your back, both a distraction and an encouragement. You can do it, you can do it. With another deep, long breath, you slowly opened your eyes to meet his.

“I-I’m…” you started, breathless. A single tear late to fall from your eyes. “I’m pregnant.”

Jason’s mind went blank. His body was suddenly weightless. The moments past your announcement, a mere stain in his memory. You now sat beside him on his sofa, your hands covering your face as he heard continuous sobs coming out of you. Your knees tight against your chest, and it didn’t bother him you had your shoes on the sofa. Nothing bothered him. Nothing was on his mind.

Your body quivered, nonstop. His own unresponsive. What the hell did he do?

Pregnant. Eight letters that had the power to change everything. Pregnant. You were pregnant. With his baby.

Jason felt his chest tighten, and breathing suddenly was harder. He tried swallowing the knot in his throat away, but it wouldn’t bulge. Resting his back on the sofa, a hand threading through his hair, he allowed a couple of tears out, rubbing his eyes off any others that dared to hang around.

“Are you sure?” he asked, breaking the prolonged silence with a raspy voice. Moving your head from it’s place buried on your knees, your eyes looked at him with a pain he’d have thought he’d put a knife on your back. “It’s not that I don’t trust you,” he told you softly. “I just want to be sure.”

Straightening beside him, you stared at the cat worriedly looking up at the two humans occupying the sofa. You fiddled with your fingers, pulling at the fabric of your leggings.

“I took a test,” you started to explain. “Three nights ago. And my period was late, and it’s never late. And it’s not like we were careful when we…”

“Not at all.” Jason shook his head. You weren’t careful at all.

The room fell into silence again, the only sounds coming from the cat, now playing between his legs, unaware of the turmoil you’d just caused in his life.

“I’m sorry,” you said, resuming your sobs. “I’m so sorry.”

“No, no,” Jason kept saying. He turned on the sofa, sitting in a position he could easily wrap his arms around you once again. “No, Yn. Don’t be sorry. There’s nothing to be sorry about,” he soothed.

“Jason,” you called him, your voice broken. “How there’s not? I’m fucking pregnant!”

Jason held you tighter. But the truth was, he might’ve been just as scared as you were. A baby meant a new life, responsibilities. And he was still getting used to being an adult and the responsibilities that came with that. It was all going to change. And he had plans…

The two of you stood there until your sobs had quieted down. You didn’t know how long, but you were grateful he was quiet for the entire time. You were thankful he was quiet instead of telling you any of the things you’d thought he would. And you were also thankful he didn’t close his door on your face.

“Have you thought…” Jason tried to speak, but his voice kept on breaking. “Have you thought… of all possibilities?”

He hoped you understood what he meant, because he couldn’t bring himself to say it. It was a hard thing to ask, but he had to. He didn’t want you to think he was pushing you to it, but he needed to know if it was a possibility too. Jason remembered hearing some friends saying they had their girlfriends do it, that they basically forced them. But Jason would never.

He felt you moving on his chest, pushing yourself away from his body, and his breath halted. “It’s your call,” he whispered. “I’ll be there for any of them.”

You had sat back up, hands tugging at your leggings again while you thought. It took you long to answer. Too long for his liking. But he understood your pace, everything was happening way too fast. You needed to think things through. For some reason, his stomach took turns, making him feel sick as he waited.

“I don’t think I could do it,” you stated, staring blankly at your legs. “I don’t think I could end it.” Jason let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. A lightness on his chest he could not name. He nodded, as words didn’t make it out of his lips.

Leaning back on the sofa, you felt his shoulders hit yours. He let out another breath, it was long and you found it hard to read his emotions through it. He was silent beside you, making it even harder for you to guess what was going through his mind.

That’s it, he’s gonna tell you he can’t do it either. He’s gonna leave you alone.

“You just took one test?” he asked after a while. You just nodded. “We should go to the hospital,” he suggested, head turned to watch you. “Get a proper test, just to make sure.”

His suggestion made you hurt. The fact that he doubted you, the fact he thought you’d go to him if you weren’t a hundred percent sure, caused you a pain you did not expect. However, on the other hand, you knew he was right. You had to be certain. False positives happen, right? You could be wrong.

“Okay,” you agreed weakly, turning to face him after all. “I’ll do it.”

It might have been the uncomfortable chairs or the freezing air conditioning, but the time didn’t seem to pass. It was well over an hour since you’d arrived at the hospital, and you’d stopped counting how much you’ve waited for your test results to come out. They said between thirty minutes to an hour, but you were sure it had been longer than that.

While you remained seated for most of your wait, Jason was restless. He stood up and sat down more times than you remember, and he was seriously starting to piss you off with his pacing. Stopping in front of a snack machine, he put some dollar bills in it and took something with him before walking back to you.

Stretching his arm in front of you, he offered both a granola and a Snickers bar. In no mood to be healthy, even though your possible new condition sort of demanded that from you, you took the chocolate gladly.

Jason dropped down on a chair beside you with a huff, and took a bite of the granola bar with a certain annoyance. You were both tired of waiting, that was for sure. The agony you’d felt earlier had simmered down, but you too now sat restless, one of your legs shaking incessantly.

It was involuntary, but Jason’s hand on your knee made it stop. It lingered there for a while, fingertips gracing over the thin fabric and tugging at it just like you had been doing before. You saw his head move, and so did yours, catching his eyes.

Your expressions had been everywhere tonight. The whirlwind of emotions you had gone through justifying each and everyone of them. But this time, his eyes bore into yours much softer, sweeter than they’d been before.

“Yn,” he called your name as if you hadn’t been staring down at him for what seemed like forever. “Whatever happens. Whatever the results say. I’ll be here, alright? I won’t leave you.”

The sincerity in his tone made your eyes tearful once more, but this time you managed to hold them in. You gave him a soft smile, and you were really glad he was here with you now. Putting a hand on top of his, he flipped it over so you could interlace your fingers, caressing its back with your thumb just like he was doing to you.

It was then that your name was called, both of your heads snapping in the reception desk’s direction. Jason stood up and walked over, grabbing a single piece of paper before walking back to you with even taking a glance at it.

When he sat back, he offered you his opened hand. You intertwined your fingers, and held his with both your hands, taking it closer to your heart this time. You couldn’t deny the tiny bit of hope lingering inside you that, just perhaps, you were actually wrong. You weren’t pregnant. But, over the hours, you’d also grown accustomed to the idea. He opened the results with between his thumb and pointer finger, and both your eyes fell on the big letters found on top of it.

Positive. Again. It was positive. You were truly pregnant.

You let out a sigh, closing your eyes to stop the tears from returning. Jason’s hold on you tightened, and you could sense the tension on him returning. He buffed some air out through his mouth, taking another deep breath before doing the same thing again.

“That’s it,” his voice was shaky. “You’re really pregnant.” He forced himself to smile, and you tried to do the same. To no avail. His eyebrows furrowed. “What do we do now?”

“I don’t know,” you replied honestly. “I just wanna go home. It’s been a long night.”

“Okay,” he said softly, standing up and walking with you hand in hand till you left the hospital.

The parking lot was almost empty, and you found Jason��s car sitting isolated far ahead. The silver Toyota Supra shone under the faint light of a lamp post, and you remembered how surprised you were to find him driving it. It finally occurred to you that other than his name and his gym membership, you knew nothing about the man you were about to have a baby with.

He didn’t know you either. Gosh, you didn’t know a thing at this point. About him, about pregnancy, about babies and having children. He asked you ‘what now?’ and you didn’t even have an answer. How the hell were you going to do it?

When he felt your fingers leaving his, Jason immediately turned to face you. Frozen in place and flooded eyes.

“I don’t think I can do it,” you said breathlessly. “Jason, I don't think I can do it. I never wanted kids. I mean, I’ve never really thought about it. I didn’t want it now. I wanted to do it all right. This is not it.” You cried once again, rambling the words that left your mouth. Jason had walked over to you, trying to calm you down and wipe the tears off your face. “I don’t know anything about babies. I’ve only babysat before, but they were much older. And even my nephew, I didn’t meet him until he was, like, six months old. And I don’t know shit about pregnancies. I hated biology. I slept a lot during classes.”

“How can we do it? I barely know you. Gosh I don’t even know your surname, Jason. You’re what, Jason fucking Linetti? How can we have a baby together without knowing each other? We’re supposed to build a family together. A family. My family… I-I never had a family. Not really. I didn’t want a family, Jason. Not now. I don’t think I can do it.”

“Hey, hey,” he cooed, stopping your rambling. He cupped your cheeks with both his hands, holding your face. His forehead rested on yours, forcing you to stare him in the eyes. “I also don’t know what the fuck I’m gonna do. For fucks sake, Yn. But we have time. The baby is not gonna come tomorrow. We’ll figure things out. Together. We have each other, alright? You have me. I’ll be here, with you, all along. You don’t have to worry. We’ll learn how to do this together, and with time. Okay?”

Jason’s dark eyes passed you enough confidence to have you thinking that, maybe, possibly, he was right. You could actually do it. The baby isn’t coming tomorrow, you have time. You’ll figure things out. With Jason. Together.

Slowly, you nodded. You could do it, right?

Jason sighed, relieved you actually believed him, because as of right now, he himself was struggling to do so. Giving your head a long kiss, he pulled you into a hug before pulling away to open his car door to you to enter. Dropping on the driver seat beside you, you desperately waited to get back home.

“I’m Jason Peter Todd. I’m 22 years old. A leo. I work as an exercise physiologist, but I want to be a doctor someday. So I’m working on getting into med school soon. I love motorcycles, they are fucking cool and driving them makes me feel free. I have probably over twenty tattoos and my favorite book is probably Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen.”

“What was that for?” You gave him an amused smile.

“You said you didn’t know me or my surname. Now you do, and you can say you know a little. If you want my social security number too, it’s 108…”

“It’s okay,” you laughed, softly, for the first time in three days. “I guess knowing your surname is fine for now.”

He gave you a smile, but raised one eyebrow at you. Confused, you frowned, trying to understand what he meant until he pointed at you with his head, leading you to do the same as he did.

“Okay,” you started. “I’m Yn Sn. I work at Runaway Magazine as Sandra’s assistant, but I really want to be a journalist. I don’t have any tattoos because I’m afraid of needles, and I can’t choose a favorite book because I like too many.”

“Nice to meet you Yn Sn,” he greeted, extending his hand for you to shake.

“Nice to meet you too, Jason Todd. Now can you please take me home. I’m exhausted.”

“Alright,” he gave you a smirk. “Do you remember the address this time?”

He insisted on walking you to your door, wanting to make sure you actually got home safe. You didn’t know where he thought you could disappear to between the sidewalk and your apartment door, but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t starting to enjoy his company.

The elevator ride was silent, and neither of you spoke as you tried to unlock your front door.

“Thank god,” you said. Relief spread through you as the door opened and you got into your home. Immediately taking off your sneakers, you placed them by the door so they could keep it open for you. Looking back at Jason, who still didn’t dare step inside your apartment, you managed to give him a thankful smile. “And thank you too, Jason.”

“You don’t have to thank me. It’s not even the least I can do, it’s my responsibility now.”

“But still, thank you. There were many ways out for you, and you took none,” you explained, resting your shoulder on the door frame.

“Yn, you didn’t make this baby alone” he began. “I saw your state when you knocked on my door, and I also made you a promise. I don’t usually break them.”

For a brief minute, you two stood in silence again. Eyes lingering over each other. A recognizable tension in the air. You averted your eyes from him, as warmth engulfed your cheeks, the painted nails on your toes suddenly a lot more interesting to you.

“I’ll be going then. Call me if you need anything, alright?” he said, already halfway to the elevator.

“Jason,” you called and he turned back. Hopeful. “Do you even have my number?”

He stopped to think, and a dumb smile appeared on his face upon realizing he had never asked you for your number, nor did he ever give you his. Taking his phone out of his sweatpants pockets, he handed it to you. “If you don’t mind. I think I really should have your number.” He combed a hand through his hair.

You typed in your phone number, trying to think of what to write your name as, but concluding your name would be just fine. You gave yourself a call so you could save his too later, and returned him his cellphone.

He awkwardly waved you goodbye, and called the elevator that opened up instantly, not having left your floor since you had gotten home. You watched him as the door began to close, head hanging low and a tired demeanor.

“Jason?” you called again, and he put his hand on the door just as it was about to fully close. It opened again, and he placed his hands on each side of the door frame. “Thank you,” you said softly.

“Stop thanking me,” he laughed and now allowed the door to close.

You stood there, dumbfoundedly watching the closed door as you swiftly repeated the entire night in your head. Every moment of pain, despair and torture morphing into nervous expectation of the future that was about to come.

You didn’t allow yourself to think too much about it. An entire day was already enough, you needed rest.

A rumbling beside you grabbed your attention, and your head turned to your friend’s door. Nessie poked her head out, clearly surprised to see you there.

“Weren’t you on a trip?” she asked, and you shook your head, leaving her a lot more confused.

“There’s so much we need to talk,” you sighed, allowing your weight to fall on her as you engulfed her in a tight hug.

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arkhamknightz · 7 months

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LACY

pairing: dick grayson x reader (blurb)

summary: his new “girlfriend” is too perfect to hate

warnings: no actual plot really, jealous!reader, platonic damian x reader, shitty writing, built around lacy by olivia rodrigo

notes: i wasnt sure whether i should write this for jason or not but it fit dick so well… anywho this is more kinda focused on lacy and less about dick himself, as its how the songs written so! also this is short sorry i just needed to post something

No matter how hard you tried, you simply couldn’t come up with a reason to hate her. Everything about her was angelic, it wasnt hard to see why Dick liked her so much.

You watched as Dick and Lacy walked into the charity gala that Bruce was hosting. She smiled brightly at you as your eyes met with hers, confidence radiating off of her as she walked over to you before greeting you and pulling you into a hug. You looked over her shoulder to see Dick walking towards the both of you, a grin plastered on his face.

“I didn’t think you were coming!” He smiled watching the both of you before wrapping his arm around her waist and kissing her head as he looked at you. “Who’d you come with?” he tilts his head in question.

You laughed and shook your head. “Nobody, I actually came to keep Damian company, we both know how much he hates these things and I promised I would come the next time Bruce hosted so we could sneak out and grab some actual food.”

Dick smiled as you took a glance over your shoulder at Damian, who had a glare plastered on his face as he looked around the gala. You turned back to face them just in time to see Dick being dragged off by Lacy to one of the mini tables to grab some food, a bright shade of pink painted on both of their faces. Her perfume lingered in the air as they left you alone. They were staring at eachother, smiling and giggling as they spoke in whispers to each other.

You saw nothing but her the whole night. Everywhere you seemed to turn, her and Dick were huddled together quietly talking, her arm looped through his. It wasn’t long before you felt a small tap on your arm, Damian quietly spoke. “Are you just going to sit and stare at them the whole time? I would like to leave now.” You turned around to look at him and smiled before letting out a small laugh. “Alright buddy let’s go.”

You and Damian sat in your car, his hand tapping on the side of the passenger door. “Are you and Richard having… problems?” your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Damian spoke up. “I mean, you spent the whole time staring. I’d assume theres an issue between the both of you.”

You shook your head. “Nothing’s wrong with me and Dick.” His face scrunched up. “You’re lying.” You turned into the parking lot of a fast food place. “It’s… complicated. It’s just, I can’t dislike her Damian. She’s so incredibly nice and she always compliments me when she sees me and she always makes sure to text every other day just to check in!” He shook his head. “I don’t see why you need a reason to dislike her. I personally dislike whoever I want.”

You let out a laugh, Damian trying to surpress a smile as you doubled over in your seat. “Oh god, I wish that’s how it worked buddy I really do. But she doesn’t deserve that you know? I can’t just hate her because she’s with Dick. I mean come on shes absolutely perfect for him…” He let out a quiet hum. “Well, I’m sure I could get Timothy to dig something up about her.”

You lightly shoved his shoulder laughing. “As much as I appreciate the effort, it won’t change anything. Let’s just grab our food and our ice cream and head back to the manor alright?”

Dick and Lacy walked into the manor, you and Damian were sat in the main living room, Alfred the Cat laid on your leg. “Oh hey!” Lacy smiled at both you and Damian, the boy shooting her a glare. “Mind if we join you guys?” Dick spoke up, his jacket draped over her shoulders. “Yes actually, I do mind.” Damian spoke up before reaching down to pet the cat.

You looked over at them, a small shrug of your shoulders before looking back at Damian and pressing play on the TV. You looked back at Dick as you watched him walk down the hall, Lacy’s hand intertwined with his. A small pit formed in your stomach, oh how you wish that could’ve been you.

Damian quietly spoke up. “I don’t see why you like Richard of all people, because he’s definitely not the smartest.” You furrowed your brows. “What’s that mean?” He let out a small chuckle. “His shirt was inside out the whole night.”

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allfryam · 7 months

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the office

Jason was looking forward to his first semester at college, but after a few months, he realized it wasn’t for him. He came home to his parents estate so he could get a job and find somewhere to live. His parents were crazy rich. His mom owned Coca-Cola, and his dad was a self made billionaire that sold pretty much everything. They lived in a mansion filled to the brim with different commodities and services. They had a bowling alley, restaurant, amusement park, movie theater, and their own private chef.

Jason always felt like he didn’t fit in with his family. He had curly brown hair and a sharp jaw. His perfect muscles were complimented by his small waist and strong thighs. A lot of people told him he looked just like his dad, but Jason didn’t see it. His dad looked alright until you saw his beer belly. It was like a perfect ball of a gut that hung over his waist. Jason thought it was ugly. He was a huge fitness junkie, and he took pride in his figure.

Jason told the chef to make him a nice meal to celebrate being home while he looked for a job. Looking online, he saw a listing for an office job. He would sell cutlery to clients from his desk. Looking further, it seemed like Jason would never even have to get out of his chair to do his job. It seemed perfect. His chef came back with an entire pizza, garlic bread, spaghetti, different kinds of exotic cheeses, and dessert. Jason dug in.

at the first day of his new job, he was showed to his desk and given basic instructions on how to do everything. It seemed even easier than he thought! Walking into the break room, Jason helped himself to a donut that was sitting on the table. “Jason?” A voice said. Turning around Jason saw a guy who looked to be like 20 staring at him. He had a buzzed blonde head with some stubble and a nice mustache. Jason quickly recognized the man as Connor. His old friend from high school. He looked about the same until Jason looked down. He saw that Connor’s flat stomach was now more of a soft ball gut. It pressed heavily against the buttons on his shirt. They caught up for a bit and Connor invited Jason to lunch. Turns out there was an entire food court upstairs. Jason ordered a chicken sandwich and a salad with a soda to wash it down. Connor ordered a Big Mac, fries, large shake, and an extra cheeseburger incase he got hungry later. No wonder he was so fat.

after around a month of working in the office, things were going great. Jason got lunch with Connor every day and stole donuts from the break room whenever he wanted. He worked most hours of the day and came home to request a feast from his chef. His life couldn’t have been more perfect. But this morning, as he tried to button his pants, he was finding it slightly harder than usual. He looked down to find his perfect abs were nothing but a memory. They were replaced by a thin layer of fat in his midsection. Jason didn’t think much of it. Maybe just lay off the donuts for a while.

part 2?

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simp-for-the-batfam · 5 months

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It is a rare day when the Batfamily has a declared day and night off (usually instituted by Alfred when everyone is injured). They decided to spend the day watching a movie together. Only, Bruce is fed up with the Batkids spending too much time arguing over what movie they should watch and turns it to a random channel that happened to be playing Phineas and Ferb. He states that 'if you act like children, you watch childish things'. Little did Bruce know how much of a pain it would cause him.

First off, Damian has never seen the show, but now that he has, the OWCA agents, especially Agent P, are his favorites. He is already compiling a list of measurements as to give Alfred to make custom fedoras for Titus, Alfred the Cat, Batcow, and any other pet the Wayne's own. Alfred already has the sewing machine out. Damian even commissioned one for Hailey that Dick can't wait to put on her. And on a completely unrelated note, an animal smuggling ring that Damian busted last week happened to have an abused platypus that Damian has now decided would be better fit in the Wayne Manner than taken care of in some wildlife preserve.

Dick remembers trying to recreate do everything Phineas and Ferb's summer as a kid, and is now determined to do it again. While everyone is distracted by the show, he calling is order and favors, determined to make things and contacting anyone who could help. He already has the Teen Titans on his side. He even ordered roller coaster parts that should come tomorrow and who knows what else. While he might not be able to personally build everything, he knows people who could. But for some reason, the parts never arrive at the manor.

Jason is hardcore identifying with Candace. While he is not the oldest, he knows what it is like to have the perfect sibling that never gets caught for their wrongdoing (*cough*cough* Dick). He already had to go through Dick's crazy summer plans before when he was Robin, trying to stop Dick from getting himself killed, and he doesn't want to do it again. Throughout the show, he is trying to bust Dick whenever he leaves to make a suspicious phone call, but Dick always says he is ordering takeout. Jason is pulling his hair out wondering how come no one has questioned the amount of times Dick has left to order food and how none of it has arrived yet. When he gets a chance, he sings E.V.I.L. B.O.Y.Z. directed toward Dick, who sits up front looking completely innocent.

The minute Phineas and Ferb is mentioned, Stephanie quicky fled the room only to roll back in full Duckie Momo apparel. She has on a Duckie Momo onesie, Duckie Momo slippers, and Duckie Momo glasses. In fact, the whole floor has become a Duckie Momo nest, complet with blankets and pillows. She even had a matching onesie for Cass. She also came in knowing all of the songs word for word and had so much fun recreating the "Squirrels in my pants" dance.

When Cass isn't in the Duckie Momo nest with Steph, cuddling a Duckie Momo plushie, she is copying fight scenes from the show. It started off as Steph asking if she could do a move Agent P did, only for her to recreate the whole scene. Now everyone is wanting Cass to copy any of the animals fighting moves, but she declined until she also got a fedora. Damian quickly got her one and declared her an honorary OWCA Agent. Dick tried to join in, but failed. Jason about died laughing about how a platypus could beat Dick in a fight, only for Damian to yell, "Agent P is a worthy opponent, Todd!" with Cass nodding in agreement. Either way, Dick has mainly been pouting ever since.

Tim has been up for about a week before he got dragged into family time. Now, he is just staring numbly at the TV, saying 'mood' whenever Doofenshmirtz talks about his awful childhood backstories (like the one where his parents didn't show up for his birth), giving Bruce an aneurysm each time. Tim is already on the edge, and Bruce just hopes he doesn't gain any motivation to copy Doof's 'take over the Tri-state area' schemes. Bruce especially worries whenever Tim spots a machine and says 'I could build that'.

Unbeknownst to Bruce, Barbara already has the schematics for all of Doof's machines as well as Phineas and Ferb's. What started as a bored interest during summer as a child grew over time, especially with all resources she gained by being Batgirl and Oracle. The information on both are kept in separate secret heavily protected files to keep Tim away from Doof's and Dick away from Phineas and Ferb's. She even has a warning system in place if either of them get close to making one of the machines, either on accident or on purpose, and diverts them away from completing it. The system also includes orders to return any shipments made solely for the purpose of recreating a machine and deleting any records of the order in the first place (hence why Dick's shipment never came). But Babs is content with letting Bruce worry and continues to watch the show with a Duckie Momo blanket spread over her lap (courtesy of Steph).

Since Duke was still working day shift (he wasn't as injured as the others and wanted to flee before there was bloodshed over choosing the movie), he comes back home and happens to conveniently be listening to a playlist of Phineas and Ferb's greatest hits. Upon seeing everyone, Duke takes an earbud out and asks, "Whatcha doin'?" The only answer he got was Steph throwing another Duckie Momo onesie in his face.

An hour later, Jason and Steph are singing BUSTED on top of a table, Jason as a warning to Dick and Steph just for the heck of it. Meanwhile, Cass and Duke acts as Duckie Momo backup dancers with full choreography. Dick wanted to join in as well, but Jason forced him to sit down and watch, hoping the message will sink through, but Dick thinks it is because they don't like his dancing so now he is pouting again. Tim is waving his cellphone light as if this is the most meaningful part of the night, while Damian is about to wrestle the fedora onto Alfred the Cat, as the cat keeps batting it away. All the while, Babs is recording everything.

Bruce is reminded that this is why you should never watch daytime television and turns the channel, despite the cries of anguish. Only to be horrified when Alfred reminds him and the children that show is can be viewed on Disney + and can be streamed at anytime. He runs back to his room as the beginning notes to the intro fill the air and all his children sing along.

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kelcemenow · 10 months

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Just A Bit Of Spice.

Pairing Travis Kelce x Reader

Words 1479

Warnings Strong language and fluffiness!

Openly flirty Trav is my favourite kind of Trav...so this was fun to write! I hope you enjoy it Anon, whoever you are!! "Can you do a fic inspired by chicken shop date Travis x reader!!!"

Travis cleared his throat as he sat down in front of you. Your hands ran over the cool plastic covered table as your manager handed you a paper cup of water.

You swallowed hard, looking across to the handsome football player that you had always had a small crush on.

"Hey, thank you for coming." You said with a coy smile.

He flashed his perfect teeth at you with a wide grin, "No problem, I thought it would be kinda fun, actually."

You nodded your head as you took a sip from your cup, your mouth anxiously dry, "Hmm, that's what most people say. And it is fun."

Travis had eyes that seemed to bare into you. Your hands suddenly felt clammy and your knees were weakening. Carl, your manager, reached across and placed a small microphone on his collar and you almost felt jealous that he was so close to him. You were already sat down when Travis arrived, meaning you didn't get to greet him how you wanted to with a hug.

"So, when do we start?"

"Start what?" You lifted an eyebrow.

Carl lifted his head up from his iPad, taking your water from the table, "Hey, guys. Save it for the cameras."

You smirked at Travis who covered his mouth to laugh. The pair of you sat in a semi-uncomfortable silence, occasionally stealing looks with each other whilst the filming crew fiddled with wires and lights. You looked over your shoulder to see your assistant and best friend, Georgie grinning from her seat. You shot her a wink and as you turned back around to face Travis, Carl signalled that he was ready to begin.

You ran your hands through your hair and leaned forward slightly, "You ready?"

Travis nodded and rubbed his hands together, poking his tongue out between his teeth, "You know it, baby."

You waited a couple of seconds, waiting for Carl to give you a thumbs up, "Okay, so...hi."

Travis grinned and looked down towards the floor quickly, "Hey. This is nice." He looked around the small chicken shop with large windows and a classic black and white tiled floor, red pleather covered stools and booth lining the wall.

You twisted your mouth and lowered your eyebrows, "Are you joking? I'm sure you, Travis Kelce have been to better places than a chicken shop in a random street in London."

"Nah man, this place reminds of the shops me and my brother, Jason would eat at after school."

You looked across to the menu, "Okay, so first things first. How hot do you like it?"

Travis' eyebrows shot upwards, "Wow, okay. I didn't know we were going there straight away!"

You laughed and reached across, grabbing at his forearm. A tingling sensation filled your chest as you felt how large and toned his muscles were. "Oh, I'm a 'straight-in' kind of girl."

Travis winked and your knees softened further, "Just how I like it."

Your cheeks darkened, "Okay, I'm actually blushing. Stop it! I'm talking about hot sauce!"

"Oh, nothing too crazy, you know. I like a little bit of spice but if it impacts the flavour and the enjoyment of the food, then why do it?

You lowered your head slightly, "I saw you on Hot Ones, now that was impressive."

Travis laughed, "Ah man, that shit was hard! I was determined not to drink the milk or the water and I paid for it. I was in so much pain after that!"

You threw your head back, cackling loudly, "Awww, well I won't lie to you, it kinda fuelled my crush on you back then."

"Back then?" His eyes widened, "You don't still have a crush on me?"

You raised an eyebrow and shrugged your shoulders, "I don't know, we'll see."

You glanced over Travis' shoulder to see Carl nodding and holding his hand out with an 'OK' sign, silently telling you that he was happy with the episode so far.

You locked eyes with Travis, squeezing your things together under the table, "Okay, what are we eating?"

Travis glanced at the large menu on the wall to the right of you, "We could share a bucket?"

You smiled, "Sharing?"

"Well, this is a date, right?"

You nodded slowly, feeling the tension build up between you both, "Sounds good to me."

"So, is this your idea of a good date?"

You leaned back in your seat, "Wait, what? I'm the one asking the questions here. Don't you be trying to steal my job!"

Travis laughed and held his hands up and you could help but notice how large and strong they looked. Small veins were protruding out on his forearm and the muscles underneath flexed slightly.

You tucked some hair behind your ear, "No, to answer your question. I like relaxed dates, but something outdoors maybe. Like a picnic or a boat ride...or even a football game." You pointed to Travis with an open hand.

Two cans of soda were placed in front of you both and you reached forward to grab one, Travis taking the other.

He opened the can, "You'd go to a football game for a date?"

"Yeah sure! Does that surprise you?"

He took a quick sip, "No, not really. It is a pretty good date. You know, football games can be pretty exciting, the seats are quite close together...I'd say it's a good date location."

You placed your nail under the ring-pull and carefully opened the can, avoiding eye contact, "Is that where you'd take me?"

Travis leaned forward, "Nah, I'd do something more romantic. I'd take you ice-skating at Christmas."

You tried to hide the growing smile on your face, "I like the sound of that."

Travis grinned, slowly taking another sip of his drink, "You know, there'd be some hand holding, the lights are beautiful, maybe get some hot cocoa?"

You watched him as he spoke, your feet tapping nervously under the table, a juxtaposition of your calm and collected top half.

"Would you say you have a type?" You held the cold soda can in your hand, the temperature cooling your growing fever.

Travis smirked, "Not really. I think all women are beautiful in their own ways. And I don't meant this to sound cliché, but I am attracted to personality traits and someone's energy."

You snorted a laugh, "That is cliché!"

"But it's true! If someone is funny, that's big points there. If someone is confident or talented or ambitious, that shit's hot, man!"

You brought your hand to your mouth, your long nail positioning itself in-between your teeth. You bit down slightly and noticed Travis shift in focus to your mouth and back to your eyes. You lowered your head slightly, engaging your sultry gaze through your eyelashes.

Travis leaned back in his chair, his hands clasping behind his head and our eyes became hazy as you noticed his bulging biceps. As he stretched his back, his t-shirt lifted slightly, revealing a small line of hair disappearing down into his pants.

You could feel yourself getting hotter and after you ran your hands through your hair, you cleared your throat ready to ask another question, hoping to distract yourself, "What was Travis Kelce's dating life like in college?"

"College?" Travis rubbed his beard with both hands, "Man, I had some girls in my back pocket, for sure. I wouldn't say there was any serious relationships, I was too focused on football. But I had my fair share of flirting."

"Do you think you're good at flirting?"

Travis smirked, "You tell me."

"That wasn't my question." You brought your drink up to your lips, "Do you think you're good?"

He took a slow breath, "Yes."

You nodded lightly, "Interesting."

Travis laughed, "Wait, what does that mean?"

You swallowed the soda, "Nothing. It's just interesting, that's all."

Travis took a sip of his drink as your food arrived at the table. You instantly grabbed a piece of fried chicken, sliding one of the trays of fries closer to you. Travis followed, watching you intently.

After you took a bite of your chicken, you wiped your mouth with a napkin, "Do you have any dating moves? Anything from the Kelce dating playbook, so to speak?"

Travis swallowed his food, "I like giving a lot of eye contact."

"I've noticed."

He nodded, dipping his chicken in some barbeque sauce, "I think it's important, the non-verbal communication stuff. You can really tell if there's a connection with someone from their body language."

You shifted in your seat, "Do you think we have a connection?"

Travis breathed a laugh, "If I asked you if you were any good at ice-skating, would that answer your question?"

You felt butterflies in your stomach, a wide grin plastered over your face. You looked down at the table, trying to hide your expression.

"What are you doing around Christmas-time?"

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As I said before, I do like flirty Travis. And boy was he flirty. A girl can only dream, ey? Keep sending those requests in, I'm slowly making my way through the pile and I will continue to as long as people send them in! To be added to my Taglist, just let me know!

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froggibus · 1 year

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Valentine's Day HCs - Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, Duke Thomas, platonic! Damian Wayne

Includes: Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, Duke Thomas and platonic! Damian Wayne

Summary: how your fave batfam member would treat you on valentine's day

CW: gn! reader, some are a little ooc cause its my first time writing them, fluff and sweetness all around, dames is strictly platonic!!!

another part to my valentine's hcs!! if you guys enjoyed this, consider checking out some of the other ones!

Valentine's 2023 Masterlist

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Bruce Wayne:

probably one of the only nights you can actually convince him to take a break and pay attention to you

(read: Alfred would ground him for weeks if he forgot to do something nice for you)

leaves you a big gift box on your bed stuffed with fancy tissue paper and a little card

it just says ‘wear me’ and when you unwrap it it’s a super formal outfit

Bruce doesn’t tell you where he’s taking you until he shows up at your house in one of his cars, holding a dozen roses

he ends up taking you to his private airstrip in Gotham

he flies you to Monaco and takes you to a restaurant you always wanted to try!!

and since you’re away from Gotham, the press isn’t even bothering you

after dinner, he takes you to a nice speakeasy for drinks and dessert

he even turns his phone off so that he can focus on you 100%

you guys stay the night in a penthouse suite above Monaco

“I know I don’t always have a lot of time for you, but I hope you know that I do really love you.”

Dick Grayson:

this man is CHEESY I’m sorry

like he goes all out and he’s not even embarrassed about it

probably asks you to be his Valentine in like a cute promposal-esque way

he’s somewhere between between Bruce and Jason on Valentine’s plans

like he doesn’t want to go all out to all these fancy places, but he doesn’t want to just do a date at home

so he ends up taking you ice skating!!

(unrelated but I HC him as a really good figure skater)

holds your hands the whole time and does like some cutesy couples skate

also he definitely shows off what a good skater he is and does some cool gymnastics moves

after skating, you guys go through a walk through the park

he takes you to get some yummy street food and hot chocolate too

“Thanks for always sticking out the good and the bad with me, y/n. Whenever you’re with me, I feel like there’s nothing I can’t do.”

Jason Todd:

I feel like this man is secretly super romantic

he doesn’t really like big crowds and don’t even get him started at fancy restaurants where the portion is way too small

also he’s a big softie so he probably plans something super intimate for you guys

picks up a copy of his favourite book and annotates his favorite passages

and writes little stories and things he loves about you in the margins

he invites you over to his place to cook dinner for you

has a playlist of your favorite music playing while he cooks

definitely something super yummy and comforting!!

he gives you the book after dinner while he waits for dessert to be done

you guys eat dessert and cuddle on the couch and talk about books and movies

he would definitely dance with you in the living room too!

like cute dorky dancing where you stand on his feet and just kinda sway around the room

“I’m pretty sure you know how I feel about people, but y/n? You make me think not everyone is so bad.”

Tim Drake:

he is definitely the type to not care about Valentine’s Day

anytime someone brings it up he has to go on this tangent about how it’s not a real holiday

however, if his partner cares about it, he can put his own feelings behind him and suck it up for the day

definitely stays up for several days trying to plan out a perfect for you guys

but since he’s so tired he ends up sleeping in past when he’s supposed to pick you up :((

you don’t mind tho because Tim sleeping is a gift in itself lmfao

he scrambles to get ready and picks you up not much later than he was supposed to

he takes you to a super cute video game cafe

you guys get some yummy drinks and cute little heart shaped cookies and snacks

and then you guys hop on the computers to play some games!!

he probably plays some fun little coop games with you so that you can actually spend quality time together

takes you home and you guys just relax on the couch and watch tv

(Tim definitely watches Criminal Minds and relates a little too much to Spencer Reid)

“I know I said I don’t really care about Valentines and honestly I don’t but I know you do and I know it’s not a lot but I just really wanted to give you the date you deserve.”

Stephanie Brown:

this is HER holiday

like it might as well be St Steph Day

she has MAJOR plans for the two of you

and she definitely asks you to her Valentine with this cute little homemade Valentine she made just for you

she brings her camera with new film because she’s going to take so many pictures!!

probably coordinates her outfit to yours just so you guys look all cute and matching

she takes you to a light dinner first, probably like sushi or ramen or something

and then you guys go to a special Valentines concert in the park!!

of course Steph knows all the songs and all the choreography

she dances all goofy and tries to get you to dance with her too!

sends you copies of all the pictures she takes after and posts them on her Instagram with a cute caption like

“Best Valentine’s Date Ever!! y/n truly is the loml !”

Cassandra Cain:

she’s probably never celebrated Valentines before

just never did as a kid and then never had any interest as an adult

but you seem so excited about it that she wants to try

she definitely goes to Steph and Barbara for advice on what to do for you

and of course her girls have her back!!

she’s really shy when she asks you, but she decides to go the simple route and straight up asks

she’s so relieved when you say yes!!

she gets you a potted plant instead of flowers cause she doesn’t really get the point of getting you something that’ll die soon

she packs you guys a really nice picnic and the two of you go for a hike by her favorite spot

there’s a really nice waterfall up there and some dry rocks where she spreads out a picnic blanket

the two of you snack on the food she brought and just chat

you’re honestly really touched that she was thinking about you this Valentine’s Day and wanted to do something special for you

“I know it’s not much, but it’s my first time celebrating and I really wanted to do something nice for you.”

Duke Thomas:

he’s super nervous to be celebrating your first valentines together

and knowing him he just has to make it perfect

he’s probably had his dinner reservation for like a month at least

picks up a bouquet of your favourite flowers too (bonus points cause he gets them from a local florist instead of a supermarket)

spends hours and hours picking out the perfect outfit too

probably calls Steph and asks for her advice on his outfit, cologne, his gift for you etc.

is at your house ready to pick you up super early

waits as long as you need to get ready and his jaw DROPS when he sees you

all flustered and shy and stumbles over his words while he tries to compliment you!!

he definitely relaxes a little on the way to the restaurant

by the time you’re eating, you guys are making easy conversation and by dessert he’s holding your hands across the table <3

insists you guys go for a walk after dinner to look at the stars !!

“so, how did I do? did I nail it?”

Damian Wayne:

he is a complete stranger to the concept of Valentines

And much like Tim he simply does not care

however his teacher makes them make little mail boxes in school and teaches them about the history of the holiday

and he gets a bit of a heavy heart realizing this is something normal kids do and he just really wants to fit in even if he’ll never admit

which is what leads him to you the day before Valentine’s Day

and of course you can’t say no to him because he’s being vulnerable with you and he’s just so fragile :((

that’s how you end up taking him to the craft store to pick up foam and ribbons and glitter glue and stickers

the two of you sit down at the table and get to work making cute little heart shaped valentines for all of his classmates

he probably handwrites a message on each of them individually

things like “I tolerate you” and “you’re not the stupidest person in our class”

the spirit is there lol

Steph and Dick definitely join in and help you guys make them at some point

and Alfred makes sure you guys have snacks and drinks the whole time

at school the next day he’s so nervous to give them out but when he gets his first ever Valentine he’s so happy !!

and when he gets home you’re waiting there with the rest of the family with more Valentine’s for him!!

pretends he doesn’t care but he’s smiling and blushing and hides them in a shoebox in his closet

he looks at them whenever he’s sad :((

“As stupid as Valentines are, thank you, y/n, for helping me join in this year”

pretends he doesn’t care but he’s smiling and blushing and hides them in a shoebox in his closet

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missbluesunflowersstuff · 6 months

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Some Cassandra Cain headcanon

Here some headcanon of Cass, it's around her life in Gotham and the bat siblings . Please respect

She can learn every kind of dance, she and Dick are the Just Dance champions in the house, Damian follows them on the score. And whenever Dick takes them to the arcade the score always ends up like this Dick/Cass and Damian right after them

Cass enjoy musicals, to the point of learning the dance steps to her favorite songs

She's the silent type, but really enjoys company, so a lot of the time she just sits nearby while someone is working, she loves hearing the sound of the keyboard while Babs, Bruce and Tim are working, the smell of Alfred's cooking, the music circus song that Dick always whistles while he is concentrating, the sound of the pages of the book that Jason is reading, the sound that the brush makes when Damian combs the batcow and Goliath, the sound of the pen writing on the paper while Duke studies. She loves all of this

Since Jason returned from the league his taste buds have become accustomed to the food there, so it's not an unusual occurrence for Cass to find him at a Chinese restaurant. And sometimes they go together

Cass really enjoys Damian's pet adoption addiction, it means the house will always have comfortable companions for when she feels overwhelmed (she has stolen Alfred the Cat and Titus more than once)

Cass, as the rest of the house, doesn't have a clue about what Goliath really is and why Bruce allows Damian to have him, but she really wants to lead him into the skies of Gotham one of these days. She almost asked Damian if she could twice, but the boy is always zooming around or missing, so she never ask for it

She plans to ask him for this on her birthday, as a gift

Even though she enjoys company, she can still feel overwhelmed in large crowds and very noisy places if she stays there for too long. What makes her look for the safest and calmest place near her immediately

Once Commissioner Gordon found her standing in his kitchen, he was startled when he turned on the lights. Cassandra apologized for this and nowadays Jim has a mug in his house especially for Cass to use when she comes over

Steph understands that sometimes Cass needs the silence around her, so the blonde just sits nearby and they sits quietly together keeping each other company. Cass truly cherishes these moments with all her heart

Cass likes to sit in the library while Duke and Steph are studying, she really likes it when Dick,Babs or Jason come to help the study group as it is always nice to hear their voices (and sometimes she sses Damian sit near them too)

Cass also likes to hear Alfred's stories but not him tastes in tea (but she will never brings it up, she would never broke Alfred heart like that)

During the summer Cass likes to sit on the grass in the mansion's garden and feel the breeze, Duke and Damian also enjoy this so the three of them sit in silence enjoying the wind, Steph usually joins them, but she always ends up sleeping due to the silence comfortable that lies between them

On these days Alfred always makes sure this fantastic four has sunscreen, juice and fresh fruit on hand

Dick calls these moments "they're doing photosynthesis" but he also joins them sometimes

She, Jason and Damian taught Duke to speak Chinese. It's always fun when they go out to eat and Duke orders something in perfect Chinese from the servers

She likes the sound of rain, so it's easy to find her at the window when it rains

She dreams of performing in the Russian ballet one day, she wonders if she will have time due to her job as a vigilant

Whenever Cass finds a movie that she finds interesting, she waits for Steph to watch it together. The same goes for series. They can both really fight each other if one watches an episode without the other

Sometimes Cass doesn't think a joke in the movie/series/cartoon is funny, but just the fact that her friends are laughing alongside her at the joke is enough to make her smile

Her mother, Lady Shiva, collects several newspapers and reposts about Black Bat/Orphan, no matter the size of the photo or news. Lady Shiva subscribes to the Gotham newspaper just for this purpose

Some batkid headcanon: Damian || Duke || Cassandra || Stephanie || Tim || Jason || Dick

#cassandra cain #dc comics #batfamily #dick grayson #damian wayne #jason todd #tim drake #bruce wayne #stephanie brown #batfam headcanons #batfamily headcanons

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my-soupy-brain · 5 months

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That scene from south of heaven where Jason’s character pinches his tummy after stepping on the scale, except it’s ted and he’s feeling out of sorts with himself but y/n reassures him he’s perfect 🥰

Oh yes, I know that scene. I've watched it... *counts, counts, counts* Yeah I don't know how many times. But that's very much a Ted move. He's always in his head. So let's help him. Let's goooo!

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Relationship: Ted Lasso x reader

Warnings: Mostly comfort + light smut

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Ted stood in front of the mirror of your bedroom and tugged his t-shirt on over his head as he got dressed for work.

And pulled it down over his tummy.

And sighed.

He lifted the shirt and stared at himself, pinching the skin there. Too much skin, he thought. Too much...

"Hey, baby, your coffee's ready! You want some..." you said, walking into the bedroom and seeing him staring at his body.

He didn't hear you.

You leaned against the doorframe and watched sadly as he poked at his body, still squeezing and pinching. He let out a heavy sigh. Then he stood up tall, pulling his shoulders back, sucking it in. And then exhaling as his tummy puffed out again.

You tiptoed in the room, startling him when you stood up behind him, roping your arms around his broad chest.

"Whatcha doin', sugarbutt?" you asked, kissing his shoulder gently.

"I'm...do you think I'm..."

"The answer is no."

"You didn't let me finish.

"I know what you're gonna say."

"No, you don't.

You look at his reflection in the mirror, standing on your toes over his shoulder.

"Babe? Yes, I do. I do know. I've been watching you poke at that perfect body for the last five minutes. I know what's going through that beautiful brain of yours."

He turns in your arms and looks down.

"I just...I didn't used to look like this. I used to be..."

You put your finger to his lips, which he kisses immediately with a small smile.

"I don't want to interrupt you, sweetheart. I don't. But you need to understand that you didn't used to be anything. You're you. And you change. And our bodies change. And by god, you're perfect."

Ted shakes his head.

"Nah, the young guys I train, now they're perfect."

"No, they're different."

Ted frowns. "No, they're..."

"Different," you say, smiling at him.

Every body is a different body. No two bodies are the same. No body is perfect. Just different.

As you stand in front of him, all broad-chested in his white undershirt, his boxer briefs, yes a little tummy, yes a peek of love handles. But goodness, you could eat him off a spoon.

When you cup his face and drag your fingers and hands gently down his neck, down his chest, across his shoulders, down his side, he doesn't flinch.

"You know what I love the most?"

"Hm?" he hums, enjoying your attention.

"I love how I know this body like I know the roads of my hometown."

He smiles and his eyes meet yours.

"I love that I could wear a damn blindfold and pick this beautiful, perfectly sculpted and soft body out of a lineup."

He laughs a little at this, his hands on your hips.

"And what about me, hmm?" you ask. "You've seen me poking and prodding myself, wishing I had some tinier parts, too."

"And you don't need to change, sugar, you're perfect," he says, leaning into your lips.

"See?"

"See what."

"See what you just did? You think I'm perfect in your eyes."

"Because you are."

"Yes, but what can you say that and I can't?"

Ted stops for a moment. You've caught his logic in a net.

"Well, but with you..."

"No, Ted. Nope. Works both ways. If you think I'm perfect, and I think you're perfect, there isn't another thing to discuss, is there?"

He smiles, his shoulders slumping in defeat.

You hold his chin in your index finger, making eye contact again.

"And I'm not just sayin' that because I love you so much," you add. "Your legs carry you around that pitch, and pick up Henry. Your arms hold our groceries when I insist I can carry them. Your body makes love to me. Your tummy enjoys the food you like, and the food we cook."

Ted smiles at your words.

"I love every inch of you, just the way you are," you add. "Now. Just because I love you the way you are, doesn't mean you do. So if you ever decide you want to make changes, just tell me. I'll make them with you."

He looks up at you, his expressive eyebrows raising. "Really?"

"Really."

"Like, what if I wanted a little less pasta?" he asked, knowing that's both your favorites.

You swallow a mock frown down and smile. "Of course, I'd make that change for us."

Ted hugs you close and his lips meet yours, his mustache brushing your upper lip and making you smile. So familiar, so sexy...

"I'm not askin' for less pasta," Ted murmurs. "It was just a test."

"Did I pass?"

"You always pass, darlin'."

Your hands run down his chest and under the hem of his shirt, and back up to tickle under the collar.

"Mmmm, goodness," you murmur, staring at his exposed neck and chest hair.

"What?"

"I mean..." you start to say, moaning a little more. Ted gets a flash of interest in his eyes, kissing your neck softly.

"Baby, you gotta go to work..." you start, your fingers tangling in his hair as he walks you backwards toward the bed.

"Mmm, we're starting late today," he mumbles, leaning you down on the bed.

"I guess you're gonna have to," you giggle, his lips kissing down your body, his hands opening the drawstring of your robe. Your hands run down his front, over his thick erection straining the cotton confines.

"Since you gave me so much attention, it's only fair I pay the favor, right?" Ted asks, looking up at you ask he kisses down your chest, his fingers dragging gently up your legs, grabbing your hips.

"Don't think I'm done worshipping that body of yours, Teddy..." you murmur, your hips trying to grind into him.

Ted kisses down your stomach, and lower. "I'm all ears, sugar."

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There's the gif. Have fun getting that out of your heads. Ha! Gimme five minutes with that body. I'm serious. That said, we could all use some love and affirmation that we're beautiful just as we are. Because we are. Thanks for the prompt, friend!

#ted lasso x reader #ted lasso fanfic #ted lasso fanfiction #ted lasso fluff #ted lasso x you #ted lasso smut

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we-love-the-murder-bois · 2 years

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Could I possibly have some slasher bois (primarily Jason, Pennywise, and Bubba) reacting to a s/o who when on their period just kind of, shut down and sleep a lot. Been having those bad period days lately.

(I’m sorry this took literal years 🥲)

Jason

- Jason only has a vague idea what periods are, the concept horrifies him! His partner had to teach him everything

- He’s amazingly attentive, refusing to leave them for long unless strictly necessary

- S/o has to be the one to go into town for period supplies, so Jason can’t help :(

- This man literally tamed a rabbit because you cried about wanting to hug something soft last time. What a guy!

- Some periods are bad, full of pain and snapping. He knows it’s not your fault you’re so angry, and he’ll take your yelling if it makes you feel better. You always cry and apologize anyway, he knows it’s just the period.

His darling had come back to bed after rushing out, looking sick and exhausted as they collapsed beside him with a groan.

“I living person shouldn’t bleed that much.” They complained, wrapping their arms around him and snuggling into his chest. They always got cold on their period, so he’d scrounged as many comforters as he could to keep their mattresses insulated. He hated to see his lover shiver, the lake got so cold in the mornings, mist hanging over the water like a spirit that spread through the camp and spread its cold.

Jason knew that living people could bleed a lot, himself included, but he figured that this was a different situation and his person didn’t want to be corrected.

So instead he stroked their hair as they dozed on his chest, a fitful rest full of tossing and turning. He should make them their favorite food later! He’d need to cook it far away though, they always hated the smell of cooking meat around this time.

He traced words onto their skin, declarations of love and admiration as his little lover slept. Every time they made a noise of pain and curled around their stomach his heart hurt, he wished he could do more!

His darling had once told him that being there was enough, and so he was determined to stay for as long as possible.

The can alarm jingled.

“Go, it’s fine.” His s/o muttered, sliding off him to retreat into the blankets. No it wasn’t! He would have to leave them! Alone and vulnerable! What if one of those nasty people broke in and tried to hurt them!

Jason was going to prove how much a human really could bleed, and then he was never leaving his s/os side, that much was certain.

Pennywise

- Pennywise knows all about periods and their quirks

- He gets annoyed how boring you can be, but he understands you can’t exactly help it.

- He loved you for your human quirks, which includes the less lovely part

- Tbh he likes the smell of the blood, but when he said that they threw a pillow at his face.

“Humans are strange.” He shook their limp arm as his human was curled in his lap. One of the perks of being a creature beyond human understanding was the fact he was always the perfect size, and his human could fit in his lap like a kitten if they wanted.

“So’re you.” They whined, curling tighter against his ruffles, a throw blanket emblazoned with woven loons and chickadees wrapped around them. He had given them the nickname of Loon once as an insult, but instead had been bombarded with childhood memories of calling out to the diving bird, of red eyes like his own being drawn on paper plates at a log cabin. The nickname stuck.

“My dear Loon, you are the strangest creature of all.” He cupped their squishy little face and peered into their beautiful human eyes, eyes like the Maine sky on a clear day, like the pine forests that stretched endlessly and hid dead in gnarled roots, of muddy lakebeds full of fish and stones and secrets. His human was a wonder of this world, the only wonder. He was older than time itself, had seen countless humans pass like cattle, had seen thousands of memories and life stories end, but this human, his human, was special. They were his everything, and he’d never quite be convinced they were only a human and not some otherworldly being.

One day he’d discover a way to keep them alive forever, and he’d find a way to stop their human ailments like this period while doing it. His human deserved the world, not the pain of biology.

“Yeah, yeah.” He let their head fall from his gentle grip to lay against his chest once more, beautiful eyes closed and breathing even. He may be a creature of fear, but they would dream of home tonight, of escaping into endless pines and swimming in a lake, he’d make sure of it.

Bubba

- He has to learn about female biology since he grew up in a male dominated family, it’s a long and slow lesson but he grasps the concept after a bit

- It’s hard for him to imagine such a thing and why the body does that! He knows a lot about bodies, and that was a weird thing

- On the bright side anatomy lessons are easy with a diagram

- He’s the sweetest and most attentive boyfriend during this time. All he wants to do is love you and hold you until the monster goes away

- He hates having to do work for once, actually standing up to his brothers if they try and tear him away or -gasp- say something mean about you!?

- He doesn’t see why anyone would be mad at you for such an ailment

“I’m okay hon, don’t hover.” His s/o scolded gently as they walked around the kitchen. It was more of a hunch, arm wrapped around their middle and face drawn tight with pain. He wanted to scoop them back in his arms and bring them back to bed, but they had insisted on getting up to make breakfast for the boys. Southern ideals and all that, though he would have been happy to cook, he used to anyway. He knew his s/o just liked helping however they could, and this was all they really knew when it came to the weird life their family led. Drayton even let them use his kitchen, so that was proof they were a good cook, he just wished they didn’t feel the need to right now.

He made a soft noise of discontent, sitting in an aged stool that creaked under his weight, watching them intently.

They were so beautiful. They insisted they weren’t, but he knew better. Plenty of men, and some women, he’d seen watch them, and while he didn’t like it he knew his partner was a capable person and could care for themselves. They were the most loyal person he’d ever met, and they saw something in him that he couldn’t.

“Fuck!” He watched them drop an egg as tried to crack them into a bowl to beat, the egg shattering on the floor. They had always been a bit clumsy, so this was hardly a shocking event.

But- but instead of cleaning it up with a little smile and self deprecating joke they sniffled. Tears welling in their soulful eyes and hands shaking as they scrubbed at their face.

He stood up in a panic as they let out a strangled little cry, stifled by their hands over their mouth as they hunched away, trying to hide.

He hated not being able to talk sometimes, how they could avoid listening if they didn’t look when he signed.

He lay a hand on their shoulder, dwarfing it.

“I’m okay, give me a second.” They protested, trying to shrug him off before giving up to lean into him. They looked exhausted, ready to fall asleep there in the kitchen. They should be in bed!

‘I make.’ He signed in front of them, arms around them and chin on their head. They fit against him like a puzzle piece, a perfect fit.

“No, I… You know what, fine.” They sagged into him, letting him scoop them into his arms without protest. He would’ve been able to carry them even if they did, but he hated forcing them to do anything they didn’t want to, it made him sad.

“Once this is over Drayton and I are making Texas style barbecue I swear.” They sighed into his shirt as he carried them to bed, tucking them under covers and throw blankets he’d taken from the empty cars. He would look forward to that, their barbecue was amazing.

He smoothed down their hair, pressing a kid to their head before lumbering off to furnish breakfast before his brothers woke up.

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I’m not dead! Suffering from my own bad period, but not dead. Endometriosis is a bitch let me tell you! I made do other slashers too, I really want to do a Carrie piece, but for now here.

#slasher x reader #slasher imagine #slasher imagines #slashers x reader #horror imagines #jason vorhees x reader #jason vorhees #bubba sawyer x reader #bubba sawyer #pennywise x you #pennywise x reader #Pennywise #non binary reader

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amomentsescape · 7 months

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I would like to know what a slasher relationship would be like with a hybrid fem witch/vampire. Sorry if it makes no sense, English is not my main language

Slashers with a Feminine Witch & Vampire Hybrid

A/N: This a great Spooky Season Request!

Freddy Krueger

He thinks it's hot, of course

Wants you to bite him just for the hell of it

His blood doesn't taste very good though (he's dead) so he tries to make up for it in other ways

Always brings home a body for you

But if that's not really your style, he'll happily come back with a jug of blood instead

Wants to see the types of spells you can cast

He turns it into a competition sometimes

You both go back and forth using your powers to change things around

Secretly wants you to use your powers on his victims with him during his murder sprees

If you enjoy feeding on bodies, he wants to be there to watch

Everything about it turns him on to be honest

Michael Myers

Probably the most neutral of the slashers

He kinda just lets you do your own thing for a while

Is not too sure about you feeding off of him at first, but he secretly loves it now

He thinks your spells are pretty cool too, but he just doesn't show it much

Will definitely take advantage of your powers though if he is having trouble with a victim

He hates asking though since he very much wants to do everything himself

You insist on healing him whenever he is injured even against his objections

As long as you don't intervene too much with his killings, he lets you do whatever for the most part

Just don't kill his target first

Jason Voorhees

Will definitely supply you with enough blood to last a lifetime

He's very giving with everything

You're hungry? He's sure he can find a lost soul in the woods

Need a certain plant for a spell? He'll keep an eye out for it while he wanders around

Likes to sit with you while you learn new spells and listen to you explain everything you're doing

Honestly, you being a hybrid makes him feel more comfortable

He knows that you can take care of yourself while he's gone

And you living within nature where people and animals pass through is perfect

Unlimited food and seclusion to work on your magic is exactly what you want

It's a win win all around

Thomas Hewitt

When he first learns about what you were, he was honestly kinda confused

He had heard of witches, and he had heard of vampires

But only through a fictional sense

And even then, he didn't know that someone could be both

Would need you to sit down and explain everything to him

The whole family is supportive of your taste in food (clearly)

They just use the meat, so they're happy to give you all the blood first before going to work

They're a bit iffy about your spells and powers though

Satanic spells would be a hard no in their books

As long as you use your magic outside of their home, then they all couldn't care less on you being a hybrid

Bubba Sawyer

You eat people? Cool, same.

But the witchcraft thing is going to take some getting used to

He grew up being told that all forms of witchcraft are evil

So you'll need to sit him down and explain everything you do

Has a weird fascination with watching you drink blood

The first time you casted a spell in front of him, he jumped

But just like a little kid in a toy store, he was quick to show his curiosity and want to see more of your spells

Slowly grows to love it

He has never met anyone supernatural before, so having you around is like living in a movie every day

Will go out with you to pick plants and herbs

May even help you set up a little garden out back

He has quite the green thumb

Brahms Heelshire

His family was pretty religious growing up, so the witchy part is pretty concerning to him at first

The vampire thing is also a bit annoying

He wants to be able to sit down and eat a normal dinner with you every night

But your diet is very particular

Living in the middle of nowhere is nice since you can go out and find plenty of animals to eat if needed

But the lack of people and Brahms never wanting to leave the house makes it difficult for you at times

You probably have to venture outside alone a lot which he doesn't like

But when at home, he grows to appreciate your spells more

The home is clean in a snap, his food is ready in just a second

Definitely becomes even lazier and wants you to do everything for him

He's still a child at heart after all

Norman Bates

He's honestly a little scared of you at first

Vampires and witches are in every evil tale, and he grew up correlating them with monsters

But he cares about you too much to let you go completely

Prefers for you to drink blood outside of the home

But if there happens to be a body left in one of the motel rooms, he's fine with you venturing in there and doing what you need

He just doesn't want to see it

You've tried using your powers to help clean the motels rooms, but he honestly prefers to do it the old fashioned way

Avoids telling his mother about you being a hybrid

He knows it will just be her screaming in his head every day if he does

He does show quite an interest in the different plants and herbs you collect however

Billy Loomis

Doesn't really believe you at first

"Prove it"

When your fangs pop out and your spell is cast, he is quick to widen his eyes

"Do it again"

Has a thing for you feeding on him

He finds it quite pleasurable honestly and would rather keep the bite mark than have you heal it up

Likes to join you outside at night and hold you while you conjure up spells

May want you to join him and Stu during their sprees to help them out from time to time

Invites you inside whenever they're done with all their victims so you can eat

Lays in bed with you at night and watches you use your magic to make pretty light shows on the ceiling

Thinks it's sexy

Stu Macher

Also needs you to prove it to him

Gets the biggest grin on his face once you do

"That's hot"

Likes watching you feed from his arm

Wants you to go to every killing spree with him and Billy

If you can't, he brings back a couple containers of blood for you

Watches supernatural films with you and constantly asks if each scene is realistic

"Can witches do that?" "No, that's clearly fake, Stu"

Wants you to use your powers to pull pranks on people in public

Also wants you to use your powers to help him steal things from the store

Buys you cute crystals for your room

Asks you to conjure up a puppy on a daily basis

Eric Draven

Loves the aesthetic of it all

The candles, plants, night time adventures, everything

If you're hungry, Eric may beat up a bad guy and let you finish the job

Just don't kill anyone innocent (or cats)

Doesn't mind if you feed from him

Kinda finds it romantic and always holds you close to him, rubbing his hand down your hair

Likes to see the spells you can cast

The ideal night for you two is sitting out on the roof together, him playing guitar and watching you try out new spells and casting your magic

Likes when you use your powers to send him little love messages in the night while he's gone

Enjoys laying in bed with you and watching you create little images on the wall

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intimidating-fettuccine · 6 months

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headcanons of Y/N helping Jason learn to cook (or well, improve his cooking skills)

Jason, for a very long time at the start of your relationship, did not want you to know that he can't cook. He can make anything sweet just fine, and so he would always make you deliciously sweet things, in the hopes that you would just never discover that whenever he tries to make regular food it comes out tasting like someone is trying to poison you. Of course, despite his best efforts you ended up discovering his inability to cook things, having walked in on one of his attempted cooking sessions in which he was trying to make something delicious for his often fearful taste testers LJ and Candy. After even just smelling the horror that was his failed homemade cooking, you had offered to try and teach him yourself.

He had been nervous to accept for a few reasons, the first being he didn't want to embarrass himself and/or disappoint you, and the second being that he had always insisted he had to learn how to do it himself. He had never asked for help in learning before, and his pride was getting in the way, but with how eager you seemed about the idea of teaching him, he didn't have the heart to say no. You take it slow, teaching him things like knife skills, and basic food safety stuff, to always keep his workspace tidy, and he absorbs all of that information well. It's... When you actually start trying to cook that he, well... Really goes off the rails. Jason seems to have convinced himself that he adds improv to everything and his own twist, that it'll come out even better because it has his wonderful signature flare, which is why everything comes out so inedible.

Whenever you turn your back for a second, his natural chaos kicks in. You tell him to gently stir something about twenty times, and he's basically whipping it like egg yolks, going extremely fast and rough, which all but destroys whatever he was trying to be gentle with. You tell him to just watch the pot while you go get a drink, and he's adding like a cup of salt and tablespoons upon tablespoons of various spices to try and jazz up the flavor. At one point he thought it would be smart to add two cups of flour to an omelet that very much could not handle that much flour, along with some cajun seasoning and extra salt, and despite all of that and it being the grossest textured omelet you've ever seen, I hate to say that was the most edible thing so far. You always end up lecturing him and telling him that stuff isn't necessary, and he feels awful but something in him just can't help it.

Eventually, with you never removing your eyes from him for even a second, you're able to get him to start following directions. He still overdoes things a little bit (stirring a bit too long, browning a little too much, adding a bit more seasoning than needed), but his food is starting to at the very least look edible. When he offers it up to LJ and Candy (Jason refused to let you try anything that could be less than perfect), they confirm it is edible, but not really tasty. It doesn't make them want to die or violently throw up for hours though, so he considers it a success. You get him to a point where things aren't really yummy, but they don't make people want to leave the room as soon as they smell it. That's all for naught, though, because once he's cooking alone again he reverts right back to his old ways with nobody there to stop him. It's humorous to watch, especially when he gives you that flustered, shameful look full of self-disappointment, but in time I think you could get him to a somewhat stable, decent level of cooking. Maybe in a year or two. He's very apologetic and sorry, and will always spoil you afterward for putting up with him.

#creepypasta #creepypasta headcanons #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta x reader #jason the toymaker #jason the toymaker x reader #jason the toymaker headcanon #jason the toymaker headcanons

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joekeeryswife · 1 year

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Bets - E.M

angst, angst, angst. fluff throughout though. lots of mistakes (i’m sorry). enjoy loves <3

also new format for my imagines, who’s excited tehe

-month 1-

never in his entire life did Eddie Munson think he would be speaking to Jason Carver civilly. "so, do we have a deal Munson?" Jason said, his hand out so Eddie could shake on it, sealing the bet completely. Eddie sighed but nevertheless shook Jason's hand. he knew. he knew it was wrong, he knew he shouldn't be doing bets on people but money was tight. he needed the money desperately and if that meant making bets with Jason Carver he would do it.

everyone in Hawkins High knew about your little crush on Eddie Munson and that was because you were very open about it. you didn't care about peoples status in school, or how wealthy they were or where they came from. if you liked that person you liked them for them. you were the head cheerleader and many of your teammates thought it was weird that you liked the 'freak' but you didn't care. you'd never really been able to hold a conversation with Eddie, he always thought it was either a massive prank that you had a crush on him, or he was in a rush, not having any time to speak to you.

many boys in Hawkins had a crush on you, and who wouldn't, you were beautiful. you had the perfect smile, the perfect face, the perfect body and you were always so kind to everyone, even if they weren't nice to you. it was a Thursday morning when the bet was sealed and from that point forward Eddie had three months to make you his 'girlfriend'. he knew from when he shook Jason's hand that this would be the easiest $300 he ever made.

he left Jason standing in the car park of Hawkins High and walked in, seeing you standing at your locker with a few of your cheer friends surrounding you. he doesn't know why but he felt nervous. Eddie Munson never felt nervous. of course you were beautiful and smart and caring but no, he shouldn't feel nervous for just talking to you. your friend Chloe saw Eddie approaching you and gave you a subtle nod toward him, making you instantly blush once you turned around.

"hey y/n" he watch your friends one by one leave you so you and him could be alone. "hey Ed's. you okay?" you asked, taking your English book out of your locker. he nodded and smiled at you, you felt like at any minute you could collapse just from that beautiful smile he pulled. "i'm okay sweetheart. listen, there's a drive in on Saturday and i was wondering if you wanted to come with me? we can also go for food if you want" never in your life did you ever think Eddie Munson would be asking you out.

the redness quickly covered your face as you stuttered out a small 'yes' and with that he sent you a small smirk and walked away. you couldn't believe it. you quickly closed your locker to try find your friends and when you did they all started squealing. they asked so many questions all at once that you hardly heard them. "what did he say y/n? he looked pleased with himself" Kathrine said, everyone had huge smiles on their faces as they listened to you tell them that you had a date with Eddie after months of you spilling your 'love' for him to them.

"oh god i'm so happy for you" Daisy said, pulling your into a hug. one thing you loved about your friends was they were always supportive. whatever you did they congratulated you and vice versa. the friendship you all had was 100% not toxic and you loved that you could go to any one of them at any time. "after school we have to help you pick out an outfit. you need to look extra pretty since this is what you've been wanting for ages" Daisy carried on, wrapping her arms fully around your shoulders as she guided you to your English class which you all shared, thankfully.

the school day finished as quickly as it started and you and your friends all met up at the car park so you could go back to your house to pick out an outfit for your date which was two days away. the all got into your car, Daisy in the front, Chloe, Samantha and Tori in the back. you all listened to the ABBA cassette tape, all singing along to each song. "y/n you've wanted to be with Eddie for months, do you think he will be a good boyfriend if you guys go out?" Tori asked as she lent forward in her seat. "i have no idea but i'm just happy he's finally noticing me" you squealed, excitement filling your body.

you finally arrived at your house and all of you made your way to your bedroom to pick out the perfect outfit for the drive in. it took you about half an hour to pick out an outfit, it was a dungarees and a shirt underneath paired with some black converse. it was pretty but also comfortable. "Eddie is gonna think you look so pretty y/n. you look beautiful" Samantha said, all the girls squealed. this was the perfect outfit for the date and you couldn't be more excited to go to a drive in with Eddie.

Saturday rolled around a lot quicker than you anticipated and you were nervous. really, really nervous. Eddie was picking you up at 2 so you could get food at Benny's Diner. you had gotten ready in record time, your makeup was very minimal with you wearing a little bit of eyeliner and mascara and your hair was blown out and suited your face perfectly. you heard your doorbell ring and you quickly put on your converse and grabbed your bag before heading downstairs. you opened the door and saw Eddie standing there with baby pink tulips in his hands.

"afternoon sweetheart, these are for you" you blushed brightly and took the flowers out of his hands. "thank you, they're beautiful. come in, i need to put these in a vase" you moved to the side so he could come in. he walked inside and followed you to the kitchen and watched intently as you put the flowers into the vase. "how did you sleep?" Eddie said, making small talk as you concentrated on placing the flowers in the perfect position in the kitchen. "i slept okay, excited for today so it took me a while but i slept fine. what about you?" you finished, finally seeing the vase was the the perfect position on the kitchen counter.

"i slept well love. you ready to go?" he asked, putting his hand out so you could take it. you smiled softly and walked hand in hand to his van. he opened the van door for you and once you had gotten in the van he closed the door and jogged around to the drivers side. the drive was filled with you and Eddie laughing about different things that had happened in your lessons that past week. as he drove, Eddie would sneak glances at you as you spoke, you always looked so focused when you were telling him different stories about school.

as Eddie listened intently, he realised what he was doing and he hated himself for it. you were the kindest, most beautiful girl in the entire world and here he was betting with your feelings. if it was anyone else he wouldn't care. but because it was you, he hated himself more and more for even taking the stupid bet on.

you guys arrived at the diner and Eddie got out of the van quickly so he could come round and open the door for you. you blushed and got out of the van and saw Eddie's hand stuck out so you could lace your fingers together yet again. you walked to the diner, Eddie's thumb stroking the back of your hand gingerly as he spoke about his band and how they had a show coming up on Tuesday, at the Hideout like always, so they were preparing for that. "could i maybe come to a show? i've never seen you guys preform" you asked, honestly a bit anxious for his answer.

this was your first date and he probably didn't want you at his show, you barely knew him. he turned his head and smiled at you "sure, you can bring your friends if you like". he opened the door to the diner and stepped to the side so you could walk into the diner. "thank you" you said as you walked into the diner, the air conditioning blowing across your face as soon as you walked into the door.

you and Eddie walked to an empty table and sat down opposite each other. you guys ordered your food and started talking about Eddie and his band again. "the hideout is a bit sketchy, a lot of drunks there but other then that it's not bad, it's good that we are performing you know? we gotta start somewhere" he said, every time he spoke about his band he always spoke with such passion and love for it. "is that what you wanna do for your career?" you asked, curious to see if he wanted to play in his band and one day become as famous as Metallica.

"oh, yeah. that's what i've always wanted to do honestly. be on a stage with millions of people enjoying the music that we make. it's always been my dream i guess" he said as a small red blush covered his cheeks. Eddie had no idea what you were thinking. were you going to make fun of him? were you gonna tell the whole school so everyone would make fun of him more than they already do? but you did neither of those things. you smiled brightly at him and took his hand into yours.

"i can see you being one of the biggest bands in the entire world" you said as your food finally arrived. you and Eddie joked with one another as you were eating, but you were also getting to know each other more. Eddie told you about his living situation and how he lived with his Uncle Wayne on the trailer park. you loved hearing Eddie talk about his Uncle. he spoke about him like he was his father, which he practically was, and it was so lovely to hear about him. Eddie listened to you talk about your home life and about your friends. you were very close with your girl friends and you loved them like they were your sisters and Eddie could see the love you had for them as you spoke.

after you finished your food you paid and got up to go to the drive in. Eddie opened the van door for you yet again and then drove to the drive in. it took about 20 minutes for you to get to the 'venue' where the movie was being held and in the 20 minutes Eddie let you listen to a cassette tape the band had made and it shocked you a little but nevertheless the music was good. really, really good. it wasn't the usual type of music that you would listen to, you love ABBA and Blondie and Queen, but Corroded Coffins music was amazing.

you arrived at the drive in and saw at least 20 cars already there, ready for the movie to start. Eddie told you that you were watching Grease which was your absolute favourite film. you loved Danny and Sandy's love story and the music that fit with practically every scene. as the movie started Eddie watched as your eyes lit up when the beach scene started, he could see you getting excited as the film progressed. Eddies feelings throughout that day progressed more and more and he realised he was falling for you. very quickly. a lot quicker then he expected to and he knew sooner or later he needed to end this bet.

-month 2-

after the drive in you and Eddie spend practically every minute with each other. even if you had cheer practice he would pick you up after and you would go back to his trailer until you had to be home, on weekends you would wake up, get ready and Eddie would be at your door before you know it with flowers and different plans that you wouldn't be able to know until you got there.

every single day your feelings for Eddie grew and you didn't think they would be able to but they had. Eddie was practically in love. he was waiting for the perfect moment to ask you to be his girlfriend but tonight he was 100% doing it. to be honest Eddie had forgotten about the bet because he was spending so much time with you. he hadn't spoken to Jason, hadn't really seen him except from school so the bet for him was long forgotten.

today was the day where Eddie was finally gonna ask you to be his girlfriend. it wasn't gonna be the big, extravagant way like every girl dreamed of, it was gonna be small and subtile because Eddie was shitting himself. he knew you wouldn't say no but he'd never done this before. he'd been with girls but not one of them were his girlfriend and he wanted you to be his girlfriend since the date at the diner.

it was 5pm and Eddie was on his way to pick you up. every time you saw Eddie he had a new bouquet of flowers for you and you were surprised you weren't a florist by now. your kitchen and bedroom was filled with different variations of flowers like sunflowers to tulips to peonys. every time it was a different bouquet and you loved it. Eddie wasn't the first boy to get you flowers but he was the most consistent and remembered which flowers he did and didn't get you. he also always left a little note in the bouquet whether it was a small 'you're so beautiful' or 'you make me the happiest i've ever been'

the little notes always made your heart flutter. this time Eddie had left the flowers at his trailer with a note, a note which he knew would change everything. you were sat in your living room waiting for Eddie to come knock on your door like he usually would but today he didn't. he just beeped his horn and waited for you to come to the van. you furrowed your eyebrows and quickly grabbed your bag which was next to you and walked out the door. he was looking at the door waiting for you with a huge smile on his face.

you got into the car and Eddie immediately lent in for a kiss. this wasn't your first kiss with Eddie but each time you kissed him your legs felt like jelly and your heart fluttered. "hi sweetheart" Eddie said as he pulled away from the kiss. you nodded your head and smiled taking ahold of his right hand as he began to drive. you let your other hand also go to his right hand, both your hands now holding his one free hand. "i feel like i haven't seen you in ages. i missed you" Eddie said as he turned a right corner.

"i saw you yesterday Ed's. that's not to long ago" you laughed, looking over at him as he concentrated on driving. he let a small smile form on his face as he listened to you reply back to him. "i know but am i still not allowed to miss you? is it a crime?" he joked, making you laugh out loud and squeeze his hand gently. "i really did miss you though. and because i missed you so much i have a surprise for you back at mine. i think you're really gonna like it" he carried on, glancing at you briefly before he turned into the trailer park.

"you've not given me any time to prepare myself because we are here now. what if i cry?" you replied, anxiety filling your body. you didn't wanna cry in front of him. he wasn't even your boyfriend yet and he's already getting you surprises. "you won't cry jesus. it's not bad. seriously" he reassured, bringing your hand up to his mouth so he could kiss it softly. after he said that he pulled up to his trailer and unbuckled his seatbelt, getting out of the van and waiting for you to follow him into his trailer.

you sighed shakily and got out, putting your bag over your shoulder before catching up to Eddie who's hand was outstretched for you to grab. you walked hand in hand into his trailer before Eddie led you to his bedroom. Eddie opened the door and walked in before moving out of the way so you could look in the room. it was a lot tidier then before but yet again you didn't care about what his room looked like, your room became messy the day after you cleaned it so you definitely couldn't and wouldn't judge him.

you saw a huge bouquet of flowers on his bed with a note on the front. the bouquet was filled with Pink hydrangeas, baby's breath, tulips and lilac roses. the arrangement was beautiful and it made your breathing stutter. these flowers were the most beautiful things you'd ever seen. "there's a card there, you have to read it" Eddie encouraged you, making you walked towards his bed. you sat down, him sitting down next to you and you read the card.

"Dear y/n. you are the most beautiful, perfect, smart, caring girl i've ever met. every moment i spend with you makes me fall for you more and more. every time i'm away from you my mind always goes to you, wondering what you're doing, when i'm next gonna see you, when i'm next gonna be able to hold your hand even though i know it'll probably be the next day. the reason i've been putting in so much effort is because i'm in love with you. i'm so in love with you my heart swells every time i hear someone say your name. i want to be able to call you my girlfriend and i would be so lucky if i could be with the most beautiful girl in Hawkins. so, y/n, will you be my girlfriend?"

you finished reading the note, a bright red blush covering your face. your heart was beating so fast as you kept re-reading the last part 'will you be my girlfriend?' and you'd never felt so happy. you turned to Eddie and brought him in for a kiss. he let his arms wrap around your waist so he could pull you closer to him. he kissed you back and smiled through the kiss. he had you, he was your boyfriend, you were his girlfriend and he couldn't be happier. "of course i'll be your girlfriend" you laughed as you pulled away from the kiss. your smile was huge. you wanted this for ages and it was finally happening. Eddie Munson was your boyfriend.

-month 3-

after Eddie became your boyfriend everything changed. he would walk to class with you and carry your books, he would pick you up for school every morning and you would walk through the corridors hand in hand, you would sit with him and his friends for lunch (obviously your friends were there too) and you were just so much happier.

it was a Saturday morning when Eddie was woken up to a knock on the trailers door. he wasn't expecting anyone to come over so this was confusing to him. he got up out of bed and walked to the door, thinking about who could be at his door at 9:30 in the morning. he opened the door and was shocked to see Jason standing there, a wide smile on his face. "Munson" Jason said, acknowledging that this was in fact Eddie's trailer. "Carver, what are you doing here?" he asked, rubbing his eyes.

"well, it's been more than three months now freak and you've officially made $300. congratulations. i didn't actually think you would do it" Jason said, laughing whilst taking the $300 dollars out of his jacket. Eddie took the $300 and internally punched himself for forgetting why he spoke to you in the first place. "i have another preposition for you Munson. keep this act up for another month and i'll give you an extra $400 dollars." Jason said, a huge smirk on his face. something about this felt wrong to Eddie but with him being half asleep he just nodded his head and closed the door in Jason's face so he could go back to sleep.

you and Eddie were meeting so you could go watch the new film out 'Three Men and a Baby' which you begged Eddie to watch with you. Eddie forgot that he even agreed to the new bet that he and Jason had set in place but the bet didn't matter to him anymore. the money didn't matter to him because he had you. he fell for you a lot harder then he thought he would and he regretted ever agreeing to the bet.

it was 6pm when Eddie realised you were coming over to his, ready for the cinema date you had. he got into his signature Eddie Munson outfit and was waiting for you to knock on his trailer door. you finally arrived at Eddie's trailer at 6:15 and when you knocked on the door Eddie immediately answered, pulling you in for a kiss when he saw your smiling face. "you ready to watch the film sweetheart?" he asked, closing the trailer door behind him as you both made your way to the van.

"i'm so excited, i've been wanting to watch this for ages" you replied, your smile widening more as you spoke about this film. the whole drive to the cinema was filled with you both listening to Eddie's cassette tape which he loved tapping his fingers against the steering wheel. you arrived at the cinema and noticed Jason and all his friends standing there, Eddie also noticed this which made him anxious. very anxious. Eddie parked the van and you both walked hand in hand to the front of the cinema.

"hey y/n, Munson" Jason said, nodding his head at Eddie, giving him a knowing look. "oh hey Jason" you said, sending him a soft smile. you didn't really like Jason but because you were on the cheer team you had to be civil with him. "y/n, sweetheart why don't you go inside quickly and find which room we are watching the movie in. i just need to speak to Jason quickly"

you looked at Eddie confused but nevertheless nodded your head. you stood on your tippy toes and left a small kiss on Eddie cheek which made him smile. they all watched you walk off into the cinema and once Eddie knew you were out of ears reach he walked up to Jason. "i don't think i can do this bet anymore. if you want your money back fine but i can't do this to her. i love her and making this bet was wrong. i'm not continuing this anymore" Jason looked at Eddie in shock.

"wow. the Eddie Munson, the freak, is in love with the head cheerleader. i've gotta hand it to you Munson you really know how to make a girl fall in love with you. was $300 all she was worth?" Eddie was pissed. you were worth more than any amount of money in the world, Eddie was lucky to have you because you were practically a supermodel and he was nothing. "you know that's not why i took the bet. i love y/n. yes, at the start i didn't really like her like that but i do now. i really do. she's the best thing that ever happened to me and i'm sorry Jason but i'm not continuing this bet whether you like it or not" Eddie walked away from Jason to find you.

you were inside the cinema, you were playing with the acrylics on your hands out of boredom. you looked up from your hands when you heard the cinema door open to see Eddie walking in with an angry expression on his face "what happened Ed's?" you asked as you walked towards him, a curious but loving look on your face. "nothing sweetheart, cmon let's go watch the movie" he replied, leaning in to kiss your forehead. you and Eddie walked to the cinema room which was playing 'Three Men and a Baby" and quickly found your seats as the movie started playing.

throughout the whole movie Eddie was worried. he was worried that Jason was gonna tell you about the bet which he regretted so much. he knew that he shouldn't of done it and he knew that it was wrong but Jason Carver could be so convincing and Eddie, at the time, thought that the money would help him.

the movie ended, Eddie hardly paid attention to it which upset you a little but you knew that he really didn't care for the movie. he preferred horror and you definitely did not so you would have the exact same reaction if he made you sit through a two hour horror film. as you and Eddie walked out of the cinema you saw Jason and all his friends still outside the cinema. what were they still doing here?

you and Eddie walked past the group without them saying a word until Jason shouted something out to you. "hey Eddie do you think we should let y/n know about our little bet?" you furrowed your brows in confusion and looked at Eddie, hoping he would be just as confused as you were but he was looking down at the ground, looking as pale as a ghost. "what bet?" you asked, turning around to Jason as you hoped to find out what the hell he was talking about.

"oh. Munson here hasn't told you?" you looked between the two boys as Jason approached you with his hands in his pockets. "jesus Munson, didn't even have the decency to tell her?" Jason egged on, making Eddie shift uncomfortably, his hands began to sweat as anxiety filled his body. "okay i'm really really confused can someone tell me what bet we are talking about here?" you asked as you adjusted your bag strap on your shoulder.

"three months ago me and Eddie here made a bet. a bet that he would be able to make you his girlfriend in three months in exchange for $300. it's been a bit over three months right Eddie?" hearing Jason say this made your heart ache. "wait Eddie, you bet on me?" Eddie wanted the earth to swallow him up and take away this pain that he was feeling. hearing you say that made him feel worse. your voice was quivering, your eyes were filling with tears and Eddie knew it. he slowly nodded his head, his eyes never leaving the ground.

he heard your breathing stutter as you let go of his hand. never in your entire life had you ever felt so embarrassed, hurt, ashamed, disgusted. the list of words go on. you had no idea that this was even going on behind your back and there was nothing you could do. "ahh jeez i'm sorry you had to find out this way y/n. i thought Munson would have told you. sorry you had to get your feelings hurt sweetheart. i guess that $300 dollars wasn't worth it" Jason said, leaving you and Eddie alone in the cinema car park.

Jason and his friends were laughing as they walked away. you sniffled as your heart began breaking. Eddie knew once heard your shoes on the pavement that you were walking away from him and he couldn't let that happen. he needed to explain himself to you before you ran off and never spoke to him again. "y/n, sweetheart, please wait a second" Eddie said as he followed closely behind you. you ignored him completely as you let your tears fall out of your eyes, soaking your cheeks completely.

you felt him grab ahold of your forearm gently and turned you around. "y/n you have to understand i completely forgot about the bet. i didn't remember until this morning when Jason came to give me the $300 dollars but it wasn't worth it" Eddie said, his heart breaking even more as he looked at the pained expression that was displayed on your face. "did you bet on me because you knew i had feelings for you?" you didn't want it to be true. you didn't want your feelings to be the reason you were used but deep down you knew.

you watched as Eddie sighed, his chin quivering slightly as his own tears built up. "yes but you have to understand i comply forgot about the bet. i did truly fall in love with you and i promise you that i didn't meant to hurt you love. i really didn't and if i could go back in time and change it i would. i love you y/n" Eddie tried to explain but it was all to much. he used you because you were an easy target for him and it was an easy way to make money.

"i'll see you around Ed's" you said, giving him a sad smile before turning away from him as you started walking toward your own house. you felt broken. how could someone as sweet as Eddie bet on your feelings? that entire walk home you had salty tears streaming down your face. you were in shock. before this you saw a future with Eddie, you saw yourself growing a family with him but not now. he used you for money. used your feelings to benefit himself.

Eddie walked back to his van in pure disappointment. he was disappointed in himself for hurting you so badly because he loved you. he loved you so much and he knew that if he spoke to you about it you would of let it go but because he left it so long. he was certain that you would never even look his way again. he knew he had to make it up to you because he needed you. he needed you in his life and he couldn't let you go.

he drove home teary eyed as he remembered the look on your face when he admitted to you that it was true. Eddie was one of those people who acted before he thought about the consequences the action could have. he had no idea how he was going to solve this situation but he had to and he would do anything to get you back.

once you arrived back home to your house you ran straight past your parents and went up to your room. you didn't really wanna see or speak to anyone because of how hurt you were. betting on your feelings was unacceptable and the fact that Eddie knew about your crush and still went ahead with the bet destroyed you, you hated that this happened now. you and Eddie were in an amazing place in your relationship and now that was out the window. you loved Eddie so much and you needed him. after making your relationship official you spent every moment with Eddie and now you didn't want anything to do with him.

Eddie got back at his trailer and went straight inside, seeing Wayne sitting on the couch watching some random show which is on the TV. "hey Eddie. how's your night been son?" Wayne said, sipping the coffee he had in his hands. Wayne finally looked up from the TV after not hearing a response from Eddie. he saw him with his chin quivering and his chocolate button eyes filled with tears which were about to spill any second. "oh Ed what's happened?" he asked as he got up from the sofa so he could walk toward Eddie.

"i fucked up Wayne. i really did" Eddie cried, leaning into Wayne's hug. Wayne was confused. Eddie hardly ever cried and he if he did he did it in his room, alone. before Wayne could reply Eddie spoke up from Wayne's shoulder. "i fucked up so badly. i made a bet that i would be able to date y/n for three months and she's found out but i swear Wayne i completely forgot. now that i know her and i've fallen in love with her i've realised how badly i've fucked up. i've hurt her, i've embarrassed her and she's never gonna wanna speak to me again"

Wayne had never ever heard Eddie cry like this. Wayne could hear the disappointment and sadness in Eddie's voice and he couldn't feel anything but sympathy for him. but he also felt so sorry for you. Wayne heard you and Eddie speak to each other when you would be over at the trailer and he could tell that the two of were in love. really in love. Wayne knew Eddie acted before he thought and this time he let his thoughts get the best of him and now he's ruined a perfect relationship.

"oh Eddie. i'm so sorry. i know how much you loved her. i really think you should give her a bit of space before speaking to her again. i think you must of really hurt her Eddie" obviously this wasn't what Eddie wanted to hear but he knew Wayne was right. you definitely needed time before you saw and spoke to Eddie again. as he listened to Wayne, Eddie was thinking about how he could get you back.

he wanted to do something sentimental to the two of you and the only thing he could think of was flowers. flowers was the first 'gift' Eddie had got you and it always brought a smile to your face, it brought a smile to Eddie's face seeing you smile and when flowers were involved everyone was happy. he knew bringing you flowers would never ever make you for the fact that he bet on your feelings but he knew who he wanted and he wanted you.

"give her a bit of time Ed's and do what's right" Wayne looked at him dead in the eye so Eddie knew he was serious. Eddie nodded his head and sighed, rubbing his left eye aggressively as he tried his best to get rid of his tears. Wayne let go of Eddie, allowing him to go to his room to undoubtedly sulk.

you were doing the same, in your room your whole body got from embarrassment. you were so embarrassed that Jason brought the bet up in front of all of his basketball team friends who were also sort of your friends. everyone now probably knew about the bet Eddie and Jason made about you and you couldn't help but be anxious for school on Monday. you know you shouldn't miss Eddie at all and you were deeply hurt by what he had done but you did miss him. so so so much. and you couldn't control your feelings.

you wanted Eddie to explain himself and you wanted to see him so he could do so. it was crazy. this whole situation was crazy and you hated how this has unfolded. if Eddie told you at the start of the relationship maybe you would be feeling different but you couldn't say because you were never put in that situation. you decided a shower was the best thing for you right now, showers always made your stress and anxiety's practically vanish.

Eddie, in his bedroom, immediately started planning what he was going to do to get you back. he was going to buy a huge bouquet of flowers and apologise with the best apology he could. yes, it wasn't going to excuse the fact that he bet on you, nothing could excuse that. but, if he could do something sentimental for you he was going to do it. whatever you wanted him to do so he could get you back he would do it.

that Sunday morning Eddie woke up early to go straight to the florist. he got there earlier then the florist, Danielle, who was surprised to see Eddie standing there waiting for her to open the shop. Eddie followed Danielle into the florist and immediately looked around the shop for the most perfect bouquet for you. something that would fit your character but nothing around the shop caught his eye. he needed the perfect flowers in the bouquet for you, he wanted everything perfect.

Danielle saw Eddie struggling as he wandered around the shop, she could see he obviously panicking. "do you want me to help you? you seem a little stressed" Danielle said, making Eddie's head snap toward her. he sighed in relief before making his way over to her. "let's just say i fuck- messed up a relationship and i need to get my girl back. i need something perfect for her" he said, stuttering over his words as he spoke.

Danielle nodded her head and smiled softly at him. "i can make you a bouquet, is there any particular flowers that you remember her saying she loved? every girl has at least two favourite flowers" she replied, getting her equipment ready to make the bouquet for him. Eddie thought for a minute before remembering you specifically saying you loved tulips. tulips and sunflowers were your favourite flowers. "she loves tulips and sunflowers, they are the main ones i remember" Eddie replied, remembering your face lighting up when he asked what your favourite flowers were.

after Danielle heard this she got to work almost instantly seeing Eddie was in a hurry. she made the bouquet in 20 minutes and when she returned it looked perfect. the most perfect bouquet he had ever seen, better then the flowers he got you when he asked you to be his girlfriend. "is this okay?" Danielle said as she watched Eddie's eyes moved over the bouquet in her hands. he sent her his signature Eddie Munson smile and nodded his head. "they're perfect."

the whole way to your house Eddie was rehearsing what he was gonna say. he knew he should probably stay away from you but he could, he missed you too much and it hadn’t even been a day since he last saw you. once Eddie was outside your doorstep he almost got cold feet. to be honest Eddie was shitting himself. the practice he did for the speech had completely left his mind as soon as he turned up at your front door but it was now or never and Eddie just wanted you back.

he got out of his van and picked up the flowers carefully before walking towards your front door. he saw that neither of your parents cars were in the driveway so they definitely were not home making this slightly easier knowing it would be you opening the door and not your dad. he took a deep breath before knocking on the door. he waited and waited for you to open the door but he got no response.

he’d hoped that you’d just not heard the knock do he did it again and this time he heard footsteps approaching. his heart started beating and he felt a little faint as he waited for the door to open so he could see your beautiful face. you opened the door and Eddie thought you’d never looked more beautiful. your hair was in a messy bun, you had no trace of any make up on your skin and you were wearing a tracksuit which fit your body perfectly. Eddie noticed the slight bags under your eyes which was 100% from all the crying you must of done the night before making Eddie’s heart break more.

“Eddie what are you doing here?” you asked, your voice wasn’t filled with any anger, it was calm and kind and that was one thing Eddie loved about you. even when you were angry at someone you were always still so nice to them. Eddie took a deep breath before speaking “y/n, i’ve come here because i know i’ve fucked up. i know i’ve ruined everything we had and i hate myself for it. you were always so nice to me even though everyone else thought i was a freak but you didn’t care. you liked me for me and that’s why i fell for you in the first place. i know that you don’t want to see me and that’s fine, i want you to take all the time you need because what i did was disgusting and no one should ever have their feelings played with. i knew it was wrong and i still went ahead with that stupid bet and sweetheart i am so sorry, i truly am. if i could go back and change it i promise you i would because you deserve so much more than some stupid freak who bet on you”

as you listened to Eddie talk you could hear the sadness and sympathy laced in his tone. he obviously knew what he did was wrong and you couldn’t help but tear up as you listened to his apology. “there was one thing from this bet which i am actually proud of which is i got to fall in love with you. being with you is the best thing that’s ever happened to me y/n and i’m so grateful every day that you chose me. i understand that i’ve hurt you and i just want you to know that that was never my intention. never in my life would i ever want to hurt someone as kind, smart and beautiful as you. i am so so sorry y/n. i really am and i will do anything you want for you to forgive me. i need you in my life because waking up without your face this morning broke me and i will never forgive myself for hurting you”

after he finished his speech Eddie took a deep breath, holding the flowers out to you. he didn’t realise how tightly he had been holding them until you took the bouquet from his hand. he saw the paper at the bottom of the bouquet was wrinkled from his grip, it was obvious that he was nervous. you looked at Eddie in his eyes before walking into his body and wrapping your arms around him. he immediately melted into you, missing the feeling of you in his arms so deeply that he never wanted to let you go. his cheek rested on top of your head as he squeezed you gently.

“i really am sorry y/n” he said as you looked up at him. your eyes were bloodshot and looked a little sore but again, he still thought you looked beautiful. “i’m not gonna say it’s okay because it’s not. but, i love you Eddie and i accept your apology” you said, sending him a shy smiled. he lent down and kissed you, his arms around you loosened as he finally felt his nerves leave his body. “you have to work for at a bit still” you said, making him smile brightly at you. “i can live with that” he said, leaning down to kiss you again. even after everything he did Eddie knew in his heart that you were the one for him and he was going to do whatever it took for you to get back to how you were before you found out about the stupid bet he made. “i love you so much” he whispered as he left small kisses all over your face, he had finally (kind of) gotten you back and he couldn’t be more grateful for you.

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As they strolled down the endless paths of the mall, directed by signs and asked questions by the concession stands, Jason fidgeted with the teddy bear. His fingers would pick and pinch the fur, his eyes fell down to the beads with small glances, and for the first time, he couldn’t keep up with Leo.

He was quiet once they entered the court. Thousands of voices drowned out the music and the carousel, children’s laughter and family conversations. He remained silent until they sat down with their food.

Jason raised the fork to his lips, tongue melting with flavor from the cheese fries and the sip of soda he drank beforehand. He chewed slowly, staring at Leo as he unwrapped the monstrosity of a burger and bit into it happily.

With a small, quickly fleeting burst of courage, Jason swallowed and spoke quietly, as if he hoped for the mall ambience to drown out his voice as well. He was never lucky that way. “I do. Dream about you, I do.”

“Do you?” Leo asked again, mouth filled with food and his words muffled but enough to be coherent. Jason’s heart paused for a moment, the calm before a wave of thunder washed over his body and rang in his ears that reddened each passing second brown irises stared past his physical body and directly into his soul.

Jason glanced off to the side. He felt breathless and lost the appetite to eat, instead reaching for his soda with a shaky hand that he also hoped wasn’t visible. He knew it was. He confirmed, lips moving around the red straw, “Yes.”

Almost like he was pleased, Leo nodded and let the conversation go. Jason’s fries had long became cold once they were ready to return to the arcade.

They played for hours. Basketball, bowling, racing simulators, and even games of ping pong— Leo won all three. Not fairly though as he had tossed Jason smiles and comments that sent the boy reeling and weak in the knees. It was cruel. He should’ve never told him the truth to his question, he realized too late that Leo was never going to let it go. He could still blow out the fire but a small spark could still ignite it. Once the flames grew in volume and size, there was no turning back.

Jason didn’t want to turn back, not at all. Instead, he’d rather stay and inhale the smoke in his lungs. Has he always been this hopeless? Yearning for something so close but so far out of reach?

He and Leo were leaving the mall as the sun set beneath the skyline— covered in all sorts of colors with sun rays that formed a perfect halo around the other that it was unfair— when he tugged on the hem of Leo’s shirt, stopping both of them in their tracks just outside the doors.

“What..was that?”

Leo turned, tilting his head to the side that his dark curls fell over his eyes. “What was what?”

“That. Everything. All of it.” Jason said breathlessly, the words tumbling like he needed to push everything out before he overthought every single thing they did and kept it inside, locked away.

Leo didn't answer, grabbing Jason's wrist and pulled him into a photobooth after inserting a couple of bills to pay. Unease settled in Jason's chest as he held the stuffed animal on his lap, Leo's arm around his shoulders as they posed for the first picture and watched the numbers countdown before the camera clicked and the light flashed.

The first picture, they smiled. Leo held up a peace sign with his eyes crinkling as it reached his eyes, glittering like honey in the sun. Jason's smile was smile but genuine yet as they posed for another, Leo pulled him closer, their cheeks against one another. The camera clicked and the light flashed for a second and third time.

On the last picture, Leo cupped Jason's cheeks, his thumb brushing the faded scar over his lips with a dreamy look and a lovesick gaze. Leo pressed his lips against Jason's, the college printed out and ready to be taken as their lips moved in a gradual motion of yearning, fitting perfectly within each other's.

I dream about you too, Leo thought as he placed his hand on the wall behind Jason's head to deepen the kiss, running out of air but he was sure, he wouldn't need any. Jason had always managed to draw the oxygen from his lungs with breathless laughs and his softspoken voice.

Jason pushed Leo away gently with his hand on his chest, lips red and swollen with his ears burning in heat and a blush across his skin. "Wait, I— holy shit, wait. I thought—"

"I've been, like, so obvious," Leo whispered with a smile and Jason rested his head on the wall, beside Leo's hand and breathed heavily.

He pressed his hand to his forehead with a deep sigh. "That's what it was? With Piper and Nico and— oh my go— I'm sorry. I think I wouldn't have noticed if you didn't kiss me."

"Oh, you think?" Leo teased and leaned in for another kiss, pecking the corners of his lips then his cheeks and jawline. Jason laughed into his lips, cradling a head of dark curls and paid for another photo collage. Evidence printed with colorful ink of their kisses, catching small smiles and intertwined hands.

#valgrace #leo valdez #jason grace #percy jackon and the olympians #heroes of olympus #percy jackson #pjo #hoo #fic #my writing #leo and jason #i would've posted yesterday but like #the weekends are my off days of writing so monday!!!#dont ask me what happened to the teddy bear #its forgotten on the floor in the presence of young love

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Jasico Bingo Challenge: Comfort Food

Jason has just managed to slump onto the bench at table one for lunch when, seemingly from thin air, a brownie materializes before him.

He stares down at it. It is smooth along the top, ribboned with cracks like all the best brownies he’s ever had in his life.

He imagines this is how Tantalus feels. To be so close to something he wants so bad, knowing that he won’t be able to reach it, not really. That he can try all he wants, but surely wherever the brownie appeared from, it will just as fast disappear if he reaches for it.

Jason, unfortunately, has a lifetime’s worth of training in not reaching for it.

Moving over so the temptation isn’t directly before him, Jason pulls forward his empty plate and, with a pitiful sigh, summons the lunch he’s eaten every day since he turned ten.

The brownie follows him.

Jason tries not to notice, because, frankly, admitting he’s being haunted by a pastry is a step too far, even for his standards. He does not notice when a brownie shows up on his nightstand after he’s had a hard time breathing in a normal pattern. (It’s not a panic attack.) He does not notice when a brownie appears beside the ambrosia one of the Apollo kids tried to give him. (He doesn’t need it, he’s fine.) He looks the other way when a brownie shows up on the napkin he’s handed for s’mores at the campfire. (He can’t eat the s’mores either.)

He can handle it. He can handle the constant, demanding temptation. He will not succumb to it, gods dammit, he’s stronger than whatever fucked up test the fates are throwing at him. If this is one of his Herculean tasks, so be it. Jason will endure.

Nico throws himself to the ground at Jason’s side. Peleus, around the other side of Thalia’s Pine, snorts.

Jason simply shuts his book and directs his attention to the dramatic lump of Hades spawn at his hip. “Yes?”

“You keep disappearing,” Nico mutters. “I’m exhausted.”

Something warm and fluttery beats into Jason’s chest. “You were looking for me?”

Nico lifts his head up just enough to give Jason a flat, dead look. Then, he flops back over.

Jason tries not to be too pleased. Nico was looking for him, which means Nico was actively seeking him out, and by his lack of urgency, it doesn’t seem like it was for anything more than hanging out. They’re friends now, or to the point where Nico will admit they’re friends, but Jason is still getting used to Nico showing up around him to just…be around him. Sure, with the others it makes sense - Percy loves getting attention from his friends, and Piper and Leo demand his attention so they can all three silently sit together in a room doing their own thing. Nico is more distant, to put a name on it. He’s fiercely loyal and everything, Jason knows Nico’s always got his back, but he’s not really the kind of guy who likes to hang out.

When he does, though, of his own volition? It feels pretty damn nice.

Which is why Jason feels so awful when he looks down to his book on his plaid picnic blanket, and spots a fucking brownie, innocent and perfect on a pristine napkin.

His stomach turns. He closes his eyes immediately and tilts his head up to breathe.

Gods. Not a fucking second goes by that he’s not being tested.

“What’s wrong?”

Jason reopens his eyes to the foliage overhead - the pine needles are lush and thick, dappling the sunlight enough to create comfortable shade. He inhales, and exhales. “You ever get the feeling the gods are screwing with you, specifically, on purpose?”

Nico scoffs. “Yes. All the time.”

Jason peeks down at him and, though he does smile, it fades fast. He sighs, tilting his head all the way back to the tree trunk.

The tone of hanging out shifts and Jason feels pathetic about it. Nico sits up.

“What’s going on?”

“It’s nothing.”

“It is not nothing, you- tell me.”

It really feels like nothing, compared to what Nico’s been put through. A stupid brownie sitting in his peripherals for the last three days has nothing on walking through Tartarus, getting kidnapped by Giants, and being held prisoner in a fucking jar.

Nico puts a hand on his shoulder. Jason feels infinitely worse.

“Whatever it is, you can trust me, Jason, seriously. I’m here for you.”

Burying himself alive sounds like a decent option. “You could just open up a crack in the ground, frankly,” Jason says.

Nico, unfortunately, only looks more concerned.

Jason supposes if there’s anyone to begrudgingly admit the brownie haunting to, it would be the boy who can summon ghosts. Who is unfortunately also the most likely to be offended that Jason sees this as a fucking trial. Gods dammit.

“Jason-”

“Brownies keep showing up everywhere I go!” Jason blurts out, before Nico can start any more well meaning, heart rending shit. Jason buries his face in his hands. “Which would be fine because I like brownies, but I can’t- it’s like they’re trying to trick me, like someone’s got a sick vendetta against me, or, like, the gods are trying to teach me to not give in to what I want!”

Nico’s stretching silence is, frankly, not reassuring in the slightest.

Jason hunches down further and waits for the retreat. For Nico to say something soft but cutting about how he has to handle real problems while Jason gets chased around by fucking dessert foods.

This is it: the most humiliating moment in his life.

“You…can’t eat brownies?”

“No,” Jason says, muffled. “I’m allergic to fucking tree nuts.”

More horrific silence. Here he is, Jason Grace, whining that his hardest trial in life is a fucking nut allergy.

Nico’s hand moves from his arm. Jason’s stomach sinks to the pits of the Underworld.

“I had no idea,” Nico says, under his breath. “Since when?”

Jason lifts his head back up, though he refuses to open his eyes. His face is hot like a sunburn. “I think since I was a kid? I-I forgot, y’know, with the amnesia, but I would get these awful stomach aches after eating stuff, and I’d feel like I couldn’t breathe right and- I talked to Frank about it a few months ago and he told me I was probably allergic to something. Reyna confirmed it.”

“Oh,” Nico says.

Jason, hating himself deep in his lungs, looks at his friend. One of his best friends. Likely about to be ex-friend.

Nico looks…constipated.

“I know, it’s stupid,” Jason says in a rush. “I made it sound really serious and it wasn’t, it’s nothing like, you know, bad, it’s only annoying. I mean- it really sucks, y’know, this thing I love keeps appearing but I don’t know if I can trust it to not make me sick, and it’s like- like some god out there knows all that. It just sucks.” He’s such a loser, isn’t he.

“Jason,” Nico says, again in that soft, almost pitying tone. “It’s- It’s not a god.”

“What?”

Nico swallows, and shuffles around on the blanket. He folds up his legs, and then tangles his hands together and looks down at them.

If Jason didn’t know better, he’d say Nico almost looked…

“I’ve been the one sending you brownies. I know you like them, uhm, and I wanted to help you feel better. Cheer you up, I guess.”

…guilty.

Nico looks back up at him, through his eyelashes, then immediately back down. “I didn’t know you were allergic,” he says. “I-I’m really- I’m so sorry.”

“You’re the brownie ghost?”

This time, Nico looks up with fluttering eyelids, a confused wrinkle to his brow.

Jason stares back at him as his stomach launches back up from underground, as his chest squeezes and his shoulders lift, “you’re the brownie ghost!”

“I, uhm, sorry?”

There was no god taunting him! No awful portent of an oncoming apocalypse! Just a misguided friend trying to do something nice, oh, gods, Jason could touch the clouds right now.

Nico was being sweet! To him!

“Are you mad at me?” Nico asks.

Jason only barely refrains from bear hugging him. “No! Nico, gods, no, I-I thought- I mean, you heard what I thought, but- you were trying to cheer me up?”

“I really didn’t know.”

“No, I know you didn’t. I know you wouldn’t do that. Oh my gods, that is such a relief, you don’t even know. I was so freaked out-” Jason stops himself, catches the pinched up look on Nico’s face. “It was a really, really nice thing, with context.

Nico doesn’t look totally convinced, but he drops his shoulders, relaxes his fingers. “I’m still sorry.”

“Already forgiven.” Jason looks down at the brownie again, and laughs. “You’re incredible, you know that?”

He doesn’t have to look to know Nico’s ears are red, to know he’s shaking his head to himself either in disbelief, or an attempt to shake off the compliment. But it’s true, no matter what Nico tells himself. He’s incredible.

“Whatever,” Nico mutters. Then, after a moment, he slumps all the way back to the ground, and sprawls.

Jason tosses the brownie to Peleus and dusts the crumbs off on Nico’s shirt.

When Nico cracks an eye open to glare at him, Jason grins, with one last petty swipe of his hand.

(Later that night, after the campfire, Jason settles into his cabin, still smiling about how silly he’d been. When he rolls onto his side, there is a brownie on his nightstand, lit by the yellow glow of the only lamp.

Written on the napkin, in shaky, unpracticed handwriting, it says, “no nuts. I triple checked.”

Jason has never eaten anything faster in his life.)

#jasicobingochallenge2024 #comfort food #fanficiton #tw food aversion #but it's due to allergy so does it really count #LISTEN!!! I just thought it would be silly and cute. nico noticed when Jason is feeling down and tries to do a small thing to cheer him up #something that he doesn't have to take credit for and can make Jason happy in peace #which backfires HORRIBLY because Jason doesn't talk about himself and Nico doesn't like long conversations at all #so allergies never came up #and Jason thinks he's just. cursed.#when in fact. his best friend is just learning how to love him #frankly i'm just taking these prompts and doing my best to subvert them I guess LMFAO #like this is supposed to be about comfort foods. which for Jason would be brownies.#but instead i made him unable to eat them. so they are discomfort food. >:)#angst food #anyway #jasico #jason grace #nico di angelo #pjo #hoo

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