Still working on the BB fic but have another snippet of that Stobin Timeloop AU. This can be read as stand-alone.
Steve Harrington snaps on a completely random Friday.
Well--not completely random. It's both the day of the Big Sportsball Game as well as Hellfire’s grand finale--but neither of those things should matter to Harrington.
Not that he needs a reason to lose his shit--Eddie’s long used to being threatened, insulted or outright attacked out of the blue.
It’s the whole reason he built up the persona he had--because the scarier he was, the more people left him alone.
Unfortunately it would appear that Hawkins fallen king hadn’t gotten the memo, given he seemed hellbent on kicking Eddie’s ass.
"Come on Harrington, we can talk about this." Eddie says, as he’s shoved back, scrambling for a way out, as the former jock gets up in his face.
The guy had called out his name the second he pulled into the parking lot (sans Buckley or any of the freshman they shared, which has Eddie's back up instantly) but Eddie had simply ignored him.
It was too early to deal with whatever had Harrington sounding like his ass was on fire.
Pity Steve had charged over instead, a look in his eyes that said whatever happened next was going to hurt.
Eddie carries a switchblade, but hes never had to use it before.
Had instead made an entire production about having it, including cleaning his nails with the blade or stabbing it into the cheap wood desks when a teacher stepped out of the room.
Had shouted that he’d pull it even when Harrington had charged him, but the guy didn't even blink.
Thus forcing Eddie to confront the fact that he really doesn’t want to stab someone.
Particularly not someone whose family has the police in their pockets (or did with Chief Hopper, though Eddie doesn’t doubt that the Harrington Hoard won’t immediately grab onto the next pig to get promoted.)
His panic leaves him flailing but somehow, (and unfairly Eddie may add) Steve seems to expect this.
Knows how to navigate it.
Eddie's back hits the metal of the van and he winces, expecting the hit, the pain.
If he can duck, if he can make it so the first punch only grazes him, he can grab his fucking knife and wave it around, see if that gets the asshole off him, except--
Instead of hitting him, Steve reaches past, to yank one of the van’s passenger doors open.
Herds Eddie inside, slamming the door behind him before snatching a fistful of Eddie's shirt and hauling him forward.
"What--" Eddie asked, confused, right before Steve smashes their lips together.
It's a hard kiss, practically a claim.
Steve kisses him like a drowning man gasps for air and Eddie can only fall into it, stunned.
(The stunned portion only lasts long enough for Eddie to blink before he's kissing back, hot and heavy.
He's been horny for Harrington since the asshole did a trick shot that showed off his ass and involved flipping Hagan off at the same time, sue him.)
Thinks as he does, that this is probably a trap.
That even if it isn't, then whatever it is Steve will make him regret it--even if he started it.
(Not like Eddie can claim he wasn’t enjoying it, either. He’s giving as good as he gets, dick quickly overwhelming any rational thought in his brain.
He clings to Steve like a lifeline, gasping when the jocks takes his bottom lip between his teeth and lightly drags it out, begging to be let into Eddie's mouth.
This isn't reality.
Cannot be reality, must be the start of a wet dream or some…vivid hallucinations because when Eddie grinds himself upwards into Steve, cock chasing friction, Steve presses back.)
"Fuck." Eddie moans when Steve finally releases him, panting up at the ceiling.
"Do I have your attention now?" Steve asks, voice raspy and Eddie finds himself able to die happy, because that tone is downright possessive.
"Yeah big boy, you have me--it." Eddie corrects himself fast, the words practically blending together.
Steve gives a strangled sort of laugh at that, and instead of getting up, presses his face down onto Munsons shoulder.
Eddie expects him to spring up at any moment. Declare insanity maybe, or far more likely threaten him about telling anybody.
If past bar hookups were an indicator, he'd throw a few slurs in for good measure.
(And those men had been at a gay bar, not Hawkins high school parking lot.)
It's nothing Eddie can't handle, but Steve…isn't doing any of them.
Instead his breathings gone weird, body trembling--and Eddie can see how Steve is holding himself up.
Like he's worried about Eddie taking his weight.
Slowly, carefully, he raises a hand to the back of Steve's hair.
He presses in slow, waiting to be yelled at, waiting to be rejected but never is.
"You can lay on me, Harrington, I won't break." Eddie tells him and knows his voice is too sweet when he says it.
Too lovey dovey, too awed.
Too late, for him to recover into a normal voice but fuck it. Not like Eddie was known for making smart decisions.
Nothing could have prepared him from the wounded noise Steve makes in return.
"Hey--hey." Eddie says, in rising panic. "I've got you."
"I know." Steve raises, and head coming up at last, cheeks red and tear stained but his eyes are clear.
Clear and fucking haunted.
"I know you do, Eds, but we don't have time. Which is why I need you to listen to me, because I'm not the Steve Harrington you know."
Utterly reeling from being called "Eds" it takes Eddie a moment to digest what was just said. "What do you mean?"
"I mean," Steve sighs, a blast of frustration, and Eddie finds himself automatically scritching at Steve's head.
For some reason that seems to help.
"Your D&D finale’s tonight, right?"
"Yes." Eddie says slowly, his mind spinning uselessly, every coherent thought derailed by something new. The moles on Steve's neck. The way he shifts, how his leg is tangling with Eddie's, awkwardly because it's cramped as shit back here.
"I'm way past this. I've lived this. More than once."
Aha.
So it's a mental breakdown Steve's having.
"I'm still waiting for you to make sense, Harrington." Eddie says to buy himself time to think.
"Steve." The younger man corrects and he's holding Eddie's gaze. "And I'm not making sense because saying it sounds stupid."
Eddie can't help the little derisive laugh that breaks out of him. "I hear a lot of stupid things, one more won't kill me."
"I know, you're famous for your rants about them." Steve snarks back, but it's teasing.
Friendly and familiar, like he's used to bantering.
Not just that, but bantering with Eddie, specifically.
He doesn't know what to do with that, so he tugs a little on Harrington's too perfect hair.
Demands an explanation with that little jolt--and somehow, Steve doesn't haul off and punch him for it. Instead a shudder rollers through him, eyes closing just a touch and--Oh.
Oh, Harri-Steve, likes it.
"I'm from the future." Steve says, which does indeed sound stupid.
Eddie blinks. "What?"
"Robin and I are stuck in a time loop-- we keep living this week over and over." He continues, only now he's leaning his head against Eddie's arm.
"Every single time, you take the longest to get on board and buy in, and every single time I fail to get everyone out alive so fuck it. Fuck all of it--I'm speedrunning this part."
Oh this is beyond breakdown.
This is 'took something he shouldn't have and then some' and Eddie knows how to trip sit.
He just…doesn't want to get punched for being the first person Steve released his repressed homosexual urges out on, drugged or not.
(The fact Steve's still letting Eddie pet him like a cat absolutely does not have anything to do with it, no sir.)
because his mouth bypasses his rational mind most days and today is no exception.
"Okay." Eddie says. "Let's say you are from the future and not shot up with what I'm assuming you were told was steroids and was very much not."
Steve rolls his eyes.
He never bothered to dry his cheeks and Eddie does it now for him, with the hand that's not in Steve's hair.
Steve leans into it, which somehow feels like the craziest part of it all.
"Prove to me that you're from the future." Eddie challenges.
"Oh the kissing wasn't enough? Fine." Steve bitches, before rattling off facts like he's blowing through answers on Jeopardy.
"You call your guitar sweetheart and apologize for cheating on it anytime you use your other guitar, who is named Arwin. Your favorite mug in Wayne's collection is the Garfield one and you can play Master of Puppets by heart even though the album came out last month."
"And this is coming from the future and not one of the freshmen we somehow share custody over…?" Eddie says, even while alarm shoots down his spine.
Had he told the kids about his Garfield mug?
That his acoustic was named Arwin…?
He suddenly couldn't recall but that made the most sense. Had to make sense.
Steve huffs, annoyed.
Its very cute, and Eddie bites his own lip hard to keep himself focused.
A finger dips under Eddie's collar, wrapping gently around the chain that sits there before he can react.
"This," Steve emphasizes with a gentle tug, "was your mom's. She gave it to you the morning of the accident."
Eddie's world stops.
Not the same way it stopped when Steve kissed him, it stopped in a way they felt like ice had been dumped over his head. A flash freeze that squeezed his chest, claws digging into his exposed heart.
The only person who knew about the pick was Wayne.
No one else, not even his band, his closest friends, knew the origin of it.
To tell someone that, to say it was not only his mothers but that shed given it to him the morning before some drunk asshole t boned her shitty, shitty car and killed her-- was akin to handing over step by step instructions on how to hurt him.
Eddie would go to the ends of the earth for that pick, and he had never let anyone know just how important it was to him.
Except Steve Harrington, apparently.
"Okay." Eddie says, "Okay, you're from the future. You said--" He pauses, swallows.
Fights down his disbelief even as the dots connect, because why else would he tell anyone about his pick?
The only reason he can possibly conjure is if he needed someone to give it back to Wayne, because he, for whatever reason, couldn't.
"You said you're reliving this because you can't get everyone out alive?" Eddie managed to get out, grappling with the knowledge that "everyone" included him.
"Yeah."
"Are you also my boyfriend or something?"
"If we can make it there, then yes." Steve says, slightly hysterical. "And really? You're finally gonna believe me?"
"Are you arguing here for me to believe you or not, Steve, you're giving conflicting signals--"
"No it's--you've fought me on this man. I've tried every method of getting you with us and every time you argue until the bats show up but one kiss and you're all for it?"
"Give yourself some credit, it was a grand slam of a kiss.” Eddie replies, because it was by far and large the best kiss of his life.
He’d follow Steve to hell and back if more kisses like that were on the table, mental breakdown or no.
Steve snorts at him, a half-hysterical sound. “Noted.” He says.
Then; “You believe me though?”
“Not at all!” Eddie chirps with a wobbly grin that betrays him. “But on the off chance you’re right the uh…the thing about my pick…” He trails off self consciously.
“I should have guessed that was what it. You only ever tell me that when you’re dying.” Steve fills in for him, and it’s weird, to know that for two seconds Steve Harrington apparently read his face and correctly guessed what he was thinking about.
Abruptly decides he doesn’t want to think of his impending doom any longer.
“So how about we skip the dying part and focus on the boyfriend part?” He says, poking at Steve’s cheek.
Steve makes a face at him, before grabbing a his hand and pressing a kiss to the back of it.
“We gotta fix this mess first, Munson.” He tells him gently, looking up at him through his lashes and oh, that is a look Eddie will keep for the rest of his life.
“Lead on, lassie.” Eddie tells him to hide how dazed he feels. “Let’s go save the world and shit.”
With one final kiss to the palm of Eddie’s hand, Steve does.
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Hey! If requests are still open for Jason, can I ask for something. If this too much or uncomfortable you of course do not have to write it, I just wanted to check and see
Hbo Titans Jason where he and reader have always been best friends since before he became robin, possibly they are secretly pining for each other (because I love that trope lol), anyway at titans tower the episode where Jason was gonna jump, could you write that he does and it starts a timeloop that reader is stuck in and she's the only one aware of it, and classic timeloop trope she's trying again and again to save him but it never works out until eventually she can't watch him die anymore so when the day restarts she goes straight to the roof and jumps. This breaks the timeloop and the day starts again, she is alive, jason is alive. And team titans somehow have all the memories from the timeloops so everyone including jason knows that she has had an unbelievably shit time and then her and jason talk and he's kinda really mad that she did that and really confused and that's when she admits that she loves him
Jason Todd x Fem!Reader
"57 times I relived the day, 57 times I tried to save you, 57 times I failed, 57 times I watched you die!"
Warnings: continuous mentions of suicide from Jason and one suicide mention from Reader
Notes: A lottttt of dialogue
Love how you think, anon
You have no words to describe your feelings towards your best friend. You have no words to describe your intense, undying love towards Jason Todd.
Undying and forever concealed feelings.
You and Jason have been ride or die ever since you were kids. You were both orphans, but he seemed to get the better end of the stick once he got caught by Batman while he was stealing the tires off of the Bat Mobile.
But Jason never left you in the dust. He always came and visited you. Gave you the nicest food from the manor, told you about his role of Robin, taught you all the tricks and moves he learned from Batman.
He said he could get you a room at the manor. Pull some strings. But you told him that Crime Alley was your home. And you could rely on him, as Robin, to protect you, and the other people whom Batman seems to overlook when saving Gotham.
But when Bruce put Jason under Dick's care within the Titans, Jason practically begged you to join with him. Seeing as he'd be moving to San Francisco, farther away from you, he wanted you to be by his side. Not because he thought you couldn't make it on your own in Gotham. No. He knows how much capability of protecting yourself
He wanted you by his because of his undying and forever concealed feelings for you. He barely managed to go a day without seeing your smile back in Gotham. Who knows how he could've felt if he had to live months, maybe years without seeing your face.
So after getting in his knees, begging you to come with him, he pulled some strings and begged once more. Put his pride aside just for you, and convinced his older brother, Dick, to let you join the Titans. He said you were a fast learner, strategic, and absolutely amazing.
And that's when Dick saw it. That shimmer in Jason's eyes as he described this amazing girl. Dick knew how Jason felt about you. But without revealing this new knowledge, Dick just came up with the excuse that if your presence will get Jason to stay in line, then you can join.
And Jason's bright smile just proved Dick's theory of Jason's obvious love for you.
"Oh my god, I think I dislocated like 50 joints and bones," you say sarcastically, walking into the Tower after a long side mission. "Gonna take a fat nap, Dickwad," you yelled over to Dick before walking towards your room and Dick just rolls his eyes, smirks and shoos you off.
Gar shoots finger guns at you, telling you it was a good idea and headed off towards his own room to catch some Zs.
You changed into comfier clothing, you headed towards Jason room, right beside yours, before going to take a nap.
Ever since Jason's encounter with Deathstroke and his... fall, Jason was benched. So you regularly checked up on him and stayed by his side while he remained silent, staring out the window, and blasting heavy metal and rock music.
You rapidly knocked on his door and entered his room, knowing he couldn't and wouldn't hear it over the music and his disassociating state. He wouldn't let anyone in. But you're not anyone.
When you entered, you turned down his music, just a smidge, and walked by his side.
You stared at the side of his face. His eyes shifted up and down, and his breaths were shallow.
You sighed. "Hi, Jay," you whispered. He didn't respond. "You're not falling. You're okay." You reminded him every time you came in to check up on him.
You walk towards the window and slowly close the curtains. "Keep them closed, Jay. Okay? Today's mission got my limbs in a twist, so I'm gonna go take a nap and come back later, 'kay?"
Jason didn't reply, but you noticed his Adam's apple bob, telling you he tried to hum in response but just couldn't. But that was enough for you.
You were finally into a deep sleep, but around half an hour in, you were awoken by yellong coming from Jason's room. So you quickly got out of bed and rushed into his room.
"How fucked up are you?!" Was the first thing Rachel said when she stormed in. "All you do is give people reasons to hate you!"
"Uhm, what the fuck Rachel??" You exclaimed as she obviously isn't reading the room that Jason wasn't doing good.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Jason lowly replies. You try to look into his eyes, but they're still directed towards the closed window, and your heart shatters at his emotionless state.
"The crosses on my mirror!" Rachel says.
Jason finally tears his gaze from the window and turns to Rachel. "I still don't know what the fuck you're talking about."
Rachel's eyes and gem glowed red, and her voice became distorted as she shoved Jason, hissing, "Don't fucking lie to me!"
But you shove Rachel back. "Dude, what the fuck are you on about?!"
Before she could reply, Jason spoke up. "I'm tired of this shit." You heard the tiny quiver in this voice and your eyes sadden, watching your best friend grab his jacket and storm out of his room.
You quickly tail behind him as Rachel screams fuck, walking behind you, slamming the door shut.
"Jason!" You called out to him.
"Don't fucking walk away from me!" Rachel yelled out.
"Woah, hey, what's the problem?" Dawn tried to calm everyone down.
"Jason drew crucifixes all over my mirror!" She cries.
"Thats bullshit!" Jason argues back, with you defending him.
"Shut the fuck up, Rach, he was in his room all day!"
"Jason, it's okay if you're angry," Dawn says.
"He didn't do shit, Dawn," you replied, annoyed.
"Don't fucking blame me for her voodoo issues," Jason growls.
"Jay," you said his name, giving a look to calm down.
As Donna walks in, asking what all the drama is about, Dawn tries to explain how Rachel thinks Jason drew crosses all over her mirror, Rachel yelling that she knows Jason did it.
This led to pointing fingers towards Jason. This is not how you wanted to relax, coming home from a mission.
At this point, it was believed that Jason planted the bourbon bottle, the picture of Ellis, and the orange sida bottle around the tower.
"You people are insane!" His eyes started to water. At this point of you and Jason's friendship, you both can feel one another's emotions. Not accurately, but you wanted to sob for Jason. All he ever wanted was to prove he is a worthy hero. "I'd rather be with Deathstroke than you assholes."
"Jason," you quietly call out, your voice cracking in the process. Jason couldn't even look at you. He didn't want to see your face, thinking that you believed them over him. That would really break him.
The elevator dinged, and the doors opened, revealing a sweating, wide-eyed Dick Grayson holding a small hand gun.
Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. But then your heart raced faster after Dick announced that Deathstroke was in the building, planting shit around everyone's rooms.
You knew it. You knew Jason would never do some crazy shit like that.
Speaking of Jason.
You looked around the room while Dick was further explaining the explanation. Jason was nowhere to be seen. Instantly, you ran past everyone, sprinting towards Jason's room, only to be met by a heavy silence.
"Y/n?" Gar called out behind you.
"I- I can't find Jay!" You exclaimed. You ran past Gar, heading straight to the roof.
When things got tough, you and Jason went to the roof, laid on the rough, pointy gravel, and talked to each other. Reminded one another that neither of you are alone.
And there may or may not have been a moment where you and Jason's eyes couldn't help but glance at each other's lips. But that was quickly interrupted when Gar and Rachel barged in and said they wanted to train.
But bursting through the door, the happy memories of your time spent with Jason were quickly erased. Now, all you could imagine when picturing the roof was Jason standing right at the ledge.
"Jay!" You cried out to him.
"I keep falling," his voice breaks.
Though he couldn't see you, you aggressively shook your head. "No, no. Jay, Jay you're- you're gonna be okay," you try to say through your stutters. "I- I wasn't there befire to catch you, but I will be now! Whenever you feel like you're falling, my hand will be with yours!"
"No. It won't stop. And.. And Bruce wasn't the first one who tried to help me. I can make a list, you know. Relatives, teachers, cops, Dick. Nobody's been up to the task."
"What about me, Jason? There's no way I'm on that list because I've been by your side since day one!" You took a step forward closer to him.
He shook his head. "I've got a poison in me. Shit spreads. It can affect even the healthiest people. I can't put that shit on you."
You dangerously took another few steps forward. "Jason, please. You know me- I know you! We help each other all the time! I'm not gonna stop now!" You didn't notice your cheeks getting wet and your vusion getting blurrier.
"Remember that time I was put into juvie? Four fucking people died. It follows me around like a curse. I'm the reason this place doesn't work. I'm the reason why everyone hates each other. I should have never asked you to come with me. You would've been better off back in Gotham without me." And Jason starts to cry. His tears mirror yours, salting and staining his cheeks, reaching down to his busted lips, leaving a slight sting to its wound.
"That's not true, Jason! You have no idea how much it means that you asked me to come witb you!"
Jason ignores you. "But I can fix it. Remove the poison."
"Jason what-" Your confusion was quickly cut off by your ear pitching shrieks. Jason steps off the ledge, his whole body falling limp.
You were too slow. You couldn't reach his hands. Your fingers couldn't even graze his.
You didn't want to look over the edge. You couldn't even if you wanted to. Your legs gave up on you, and the stones and gravel dug into your skin as you fell to the ground.
Your screams alerted everyone else as they all burst through the door, only to be met by your broken state that was crying and calling out for Jason's name.
It felt like you couldn't breathe when you woke up. You heard a bunch of yelling coming from the room beside you.
You groggily got up, wanting to see what the new commotion was on about.
You don't even remember going to bed or even coming down from the roof. It was probably because you couldn't stop thinking about Jason.
When you got out of your room, you heard the yelling coming from Jason's room.
Whoever the fuck was in there was about to get a real beating from you.
But when you walked in, there he was. Jason stared out the closed window, and Rachel accussing him of drawing crosses all over her mirror.
What the fuck.
Your head was pounding, but all you were thinking was that you had a second chance. A second chance to save Jason. A second chance to convince everyone that he was innocent. A second chance.
So you stormed up to Rachel, shoving her away from Jason.
"What the fuck, Rachel, he didn't do shit!" You yekl at her.
"And how would you know?! You were gone for the mission all day, then went to sleep right after!" She argues back.
You roll your eyes. "Because Jason was in his room all week, dumbass!"
"Jesus, you're just kissing his ass! Just because you're friends, doesn't mean he's innocent!"
"You're one to talk," you scoff. "You're the one following Dick around like a lost puppy! He isn't even here! For all we know, Dick could be the one who drew crosses on your mirror!"
"You don't get to talk about Dick like that! After everything he's done for you!" Rachel's eyes turn red.
"Dick has done fuck all for me. It was Jason who gave me everything!-" Upon the mention of his name, you turn your head and noticed he was gone.
Shit.
"Move," you mutter, pushing Rachel out of your way, ignoring the confused looks from Hank, Dawn and Kory as they watch you run towards the stairs that lead to the top.
"Jason, no!" You screamed out, only to watch him already step off the ledge.
"NO!" You shrieked again, living the previous nightmare. You hear the footsteps of the others running up, and as they got to the top, you gasped for air, waking up once again.
You quickly got out of bed and ran to Jason's room before Rachel could even get in.
This time, Jason looks at you in worry upon seeing you in a cold sweat.
"You're okay, Jay. You're okay," you quietly whisper out if breath, particularly to yourself rather than Jason.
But then, when Rachel storms in, you immediately shout, "Out!", pointing back through the door. Rachel narrows her eyes and walks out.
Now that she's gone, she can't accuse Jason, you have your eyes on him, and he can't walk off.
But the quietness was quickly faded when Rachel walked back in with Hank, Dawn, Kory, and Donna. Rachel quickly told them how Jason supposedly drew the crucifixed, which escalated to pointing fingers AGAIN.
And with this many people in one bedroom at once, it was hard to keep an eye on Jason. But you knew where he would be.
But even as soon as you got to the top, he ws already gone.
You couldn't even scream. But your breath was still taken away when you woke up again.
You didn't care how many times it took. You would watch Jason jumo off again and again. You would give yourself a heart attack again and again. You would get your breath stolen from you again and again. You don't care. No matter what, as long as you have these chances, you will save Jason. He is your best friend- he is the love of your life. And you'd do everything you can to stop him from jumping.
But this was attempt 57 to try and stop him. And you were running out of energy. Even though the day restarted, your vitality didn't.
And each time you woke up with short breaths, the longer it took for you to run up the stairs up to the roof.
Why isn't anything working. You tried to stop him from talking to Rachel, you tried to hold him back, you tried talking to him.
But what if he does stay? What if he doesn't jump? What if you do succeed?
Will the day continue? Will the day restart?
You were getting tired. You were getting tired of trying to shut everyone up, tired of trying to holding back Jason. You were tired of watching him kill himself.
Maybe this was your fault. You should've seen the signs sooner. You should've talked to him more.
Maybe he needed more. Maybe he needed more than you. Maybe you weren't enough. Maybe your friendship, your love wasn't enough.
You can't take it anymore.
You promised Jason that you'd be hy his side no matter what.
So you walk out of your room, the echoes of Rachel's yelling coming from Jason's room. But you don't walk there. You walk past the lobby, hearing Dawn ask where you were going. But you ignore her.
You walk to the stairs, heading up.
You didn't even give it a second thought. You walk off the ledge, knowing that you'd wait at the bottom for Jason. Because you can't even imagine a life without him.
When you woke up, it was different. Your breathing was even. Granted, you were still pissed off that dying didn't break the loop.
But there was no yelling. You couldn't hear Rachel's voice. When you walked out of the room and looked into Jason's, it was empty.
That's not right. It's too soon.
When you walked out of the lobby, you saw everyone standing around, huddled together in the middle of a discussion. But once they notice you, their eyes are full of sadness and worry.
"Y/n, I- I'm so sorry," Rachel speaks up first. Your eyebrows pinch together.
You look at your watch. Jason would've gone up by now. But he wasn't. He was standing with the others, looking at you with sadness and... and anger?
"What are you..."
"We know about... about the time loops," Dick says. "We don't know what caused it or why you were the only one aware of it during those times, but... It seems you've broken the loop with.. With your fall."
"And because you were the only one aware, and you took the fall instead of Jason... it must've cut off the loop," Rachel further explains. "But now it also made us remember all those times we had to relive the day."
"All 57 times.." Hank muttered.
You sucked in a breath. "I- I just-" You stammered, barely able to make a sentence.
But Jason walked up towards you, grabbed your wrist, and pulled you towards his room for privacy. Dick was about to follow suit, but Hank grabbed him by the shoulder and shook his head, silently telling him to leave the two of you alone.
"What the fuck, Y/n?!" Jason says once he locks the door behind you.
"Why are you yelling at me!" You bite back, still tired from the events.
"Why- why didn't you tell me you were reliving this situation, a horrible situation!"
You rolled your eyes. "Obviously I would, but there wasn't time! There was always a fixed time that you disappeared, ended up on the roof, and jumped! And with every attempt, the more tired I got, and the more late I was to get to you!"
"So you killed yourself?!"
"I just couldn't watch you die anymore, Jason!" Jason finally shut up. "And I knew I couldn't live without you either! 57 times I relived the day, 57 times I tried to save you, 57 times I failed, 57 times I watched you die! And I promised I'd always be by your side! That doesn't change, even with this!" Like the first time you watched Jason stand on the ledge, the same salty tears rolled down your face, Jason's eyes doing the same thing.
"That's- That's so stupid! I'm not someone to give up your life over! I'm not worth it!"
"You're worth it to me! Every day, I only wake up because I know you're gonna be there to annoy the hell out of me! I only wake up every day knowing I'm going to spend time with you! My life has no purpose without you!"
"Why?!" Jason raises his voice. "I'm a nobody! I'm an asshole! You're life is worth so much more than mine! Why would you only live for me?!"
"Because I love you, Jay!"
The two of you become quiet, staring at each other, waiting to see who was brave enough to confirm what kind of love you were talking about.
"Jason..." You whisper. "You are literally the best thing that has happened to me. Watching you step off so many times, knowing that I was becoming more and more useless to try to stop you, I felt like I wasn't enough for you to stay. So.. I just thought that if you jumping off that roof was inevitable... then I might as well join you.. Because I genuinely cannot live without you."
You could barely look him in the eye. You couldn't tell what he was thinking.
Your breath hitched when his arms wrapped around you. You felt his lips linger on the crown of your head.
"'m sorry, mama," he mumbled into your hair. Instinctively, you wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him closer. "Didn't mean to make you go through all that. Didn't mean to think that you weren't enough."
He loosens his grip around you, hands shifting to hold each side of your face as his calloused thumbs gently caress your wet cheeks.
"I love you too," he gently kisses your forhead. "And you are more than enough for me," he kisses your nose, making you let you a faint giggle and a slight crack of a smile. "You are everything to me." He places a quick but loving kiss against your lips. "I'm sorry I tried to leave you. I'm sorry I didn't stay."
"Will you stay now with me?" You ask, looking up at him.
"Of course I will, babe," he lowly says, pulling you in for another warm and safe embrace. "Now come on. Let's get you some proper sleep where you wake up tomorrow morning, okay?"
You hummed in response, ending the day in now screams or shrieks. Just quick pecks here and there, cuddled against Jason's warmth in his bed and wrapped in his blankets.
Eventually, you were going to talk to him about finding him some professional help, but that would be a talk and a probable argument for later.
Right now, you just need to bask in each other's love and warmth.
holy guac!!! that was long.
Hoped you enjoyed anon!!! 🫶🫶
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