#Every time they go to bed Jason walks into their shared bedroom like he's about to wrestle a fucking bear

[radiance1]

Another link to this post. Meet the parents style.

So, Danny and Jason have been fake dating for a while now, and ended up marrying each other solely for tax benefits. Also, they got cool ass fucking friendship rings that they just couldn't not wear everywhere and being married is convenient so...

Anywho, so Jason has met Danny's parents but Danny hasn't met Jason's parents. Danny knows that he has some ties with the vigilantee scene due to being a Crime Lord-he still doesn't know what to think of his parents connecting the dots immediately when they only met him once while it took him more than that while living with the guy.

He thinks Jason may have been an ex-vigilantee at some point before turning to crime.

Then Danny gets blinded by rich people aura when he finds out that his bestfriend is the long thought dead child of Bruce Wayne. Frankly, he's insulted.

You mean to tell him that his could've been buying ice cream from that high class place all this time!? He shook (literally he grabbed and shook him) that point into Jason, he doesn't care that Jason never told him he was rich but he could've at least bought some high class ice cream once in a while.

Jason who was busy solidifying his power as a crime lord, avoiding his family and making sure not to leak his identity at all: I'm a literal crime lord, and the only thing you care about is me not buying you ice cream?

Danny: YES!!!!

Jason: Dork.

Right anyways, so Jason takes Danny along to meet Bruce and his fam but did say as soon as he started being uncomfortable they're leaving. The batfam is a bit blindsided by Danny, because they thought Jason was bringing his partner but its good to also get a feel for Danny's personality.

Danny and Jason did what's normal for them when Danny starts getting comfortable around the manor full of things that cost waaay more than his rent. Like half-heartedly insulting each other, being snarky, leaning on each other and other such things.

The batfam start thinking that there's more there than they know of. So they start watching a bit closer and ask a few round about questions that fly over Danny and Jason's heads. They just forget they're married often, unless it's regarding taxes.

All of this sends the wrong message when they walk into the same room and, being nosy, one of the batfam comes up to the door and uh. They hear the bed moving quite a lot.

So.

Meanwhile, Jason is trying to wrestle with Danny because this man does not pick a lane. He'll either be the human octopus (who is cold as hell) Jason has ever seen, he'll try to kick him off the bed in his sleep as if Jason personally offended him in some way, or he'll sleep in some wacky position that interrupts Jason's sleep. The last one is tied to the other two, however.

So, Jason has to frequently wrestle this man into a proper position where they both manage to get some sleep and it wouldn't have been so bad if Danny wasn't a goddamn sleep fighter. He would know, he had to nurse a bruised jaw for a few weeks.

Why do they sleep together? Listen, when you're in an apartment with not a lot of money, you gotta cut costs where you can alright?

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #dcxdp #dc x dp crossover #Danny and Jason are platonically married #I'm not gonna put this in the post but I had a random thought of Jack and Maddie meeting Bruce Wayne and they instantly clock him as Batman #It's not even Maddie #Jack just took one look at him and sniffed out something sus until his himbo brain connects the dots to him being Batman #The thing is they managed to find this out with barely any evidence so they think they might be wrong without knowing that they're actually #right #Anyways #Jason is tired of this mfer Danny and how he sleeps #Every time they go to bed Jason walks into their shared bedroom like he's about to wrestle a fucking bear #The batfam think they be fawking but they actually aren't it's just Jason wrestling to get a good night's sleep #Why did I make this? #I have no clue

[yoditopascal]

Work From Home Pt 2

warnings: established relationship, fluff and smut, sending nudes, minors DNI

Part 1

Time seemed to slow down as Jason raced his way through traffic.

Just as he begins approaching your shared neighborhood, his police radio goes off, it's a bomber hostage situation down by Crime Alley a little ways away from the Hill… your neighborhood.

Are you shitting me?

He barely had his phone out before he was turning his motorcycle back around.

‘Gonna be a little late, don't wait up’

When he finally gets home he finds you on the rooftop when he gets home, gazing at the stars or rather the sun that was starting to rise. 

“The hell happened to you?” you asked, taking in his appearance, he looked disheveled, his clothes torn and bloody,  body hunched over as he leaned over the edge of the roof to balance himself, his arm wrapped around his ribs as he rubbed at them softly 

“Oh you know the usually bad guy bullshit, except this time he had a bomb” his voice modulator answered though his helmet

“Oh fuck you aight?” you asked walking over to him to further assess the damage but he stops you

“Yeah baby I’ll live”

He walks down the fire escape to your building, you leading the way, before you both enter your shared bedroom through the window. He stalks into the room and disappears into the bathroom, the sound of running water soon fills the dim room moments later as he hops into the shower

Jason watches the murky mixture of dirt and blood swirl at his feet before it disappears down the drain. He finishes up quickly before he can get lost in his thoughts and heads back into the room boxers on as he towel dries his hair.

“C’mere.”

You take his towel and begin to messily dry his hair for him. “That’s better,”

“Now pop a squat” you tell him as you pushed him down to sit on the mattress, on the nightstand by the bed was an array of medical supplies ready to patch him up, another nightly routine of yours.

The scrapes and bruises that litter his frame are much more obvious now that he’s showered, causing you to frown as you get to work cleaning his scrapes and wounds. He raises his arm over his head so you can get better access to the injuries on his torso, that's where the worst one was, it was gonna need a couple of stitches.

His eyes follow your every movement as you go about your business, humming while you worked to break the quiet, silently observing and admiring how gentle you are with someone like him, someone who’s never been treated like this before in his entire life. He’s not sure how he got lucky enough to have you in his life but he sure as hell can’t imagine what it would be like without you.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you chuckle as you plaster a bandage to his scraped arm.

“Like what?” he feigns innocence.

“Like— like that. You know, like you’re gonna devour me or something.”

“Maybe I do wanna devour you.”

“Shut up and stop moving,” you snort as you  sit next to him on the bed, attempting to focus on stitching up his chest. The darkening of your cheeks deepens.

Just as you finish up the last stitch his much bigger hand grabs yours, forcing you to stop what you're doing.

“What?” you ask cocking your head to the side as you raise an eyebrow at him

“Nothing.” he shrugs caressing the back of your hand before letting you go, you skin soft under his rough calloused hands

“Ok nothing you wanna talk about it?” you asked setting the stitches down and scooting a little closer.

“You wanna talk about those pics you sent earlier?” he asked, it was his turn to cock an eyebrow up at you. Smiling brightly, having almost forgotten them, you shrug back at him as you get up to put the medical supplies back in the first aid kit in the kitchen. “No idea what you're talking about baby.”

“You can't be sending pics like that when I’m out working.” he says grabbing you arms pulling you back down to the bed, he gets closer practically towering over you as his lips hovering over yours.

“Maybe you should work from home more often then.” You say closing the distance between you just before you could move in to kiss him Jason pulls back a teasing glint in his eyes

“Please…” you plead

“Please what?” he chuckles relishing in the idea of having you beg for him

“Please touch me....” you said sealing the deal

Jason presses his lips to you gently once and then a second and third time, as if testing the waters, before he reaches to grab the back of your head deepening the kiss, your stomach begins to flutter and knot with excitement.

He presses you down against the mattress as he continues to ravage. His kisses trailing down your neck as his hand explores your plush rolls, he slowly begins to make his way to your chest.

“These are in the way.” he grumbles sitting up

Without warning, he pulls your shirt up over your head and your pajama shorts down your legs, tossing them to the floor below, exposing your bare skin to the cool night air.

Jason gives you no time to respond as he dips his head back down, stealing another kiss before he takes your nipple in his mouth. A shudder wrecks its way through your body as he nips and licks at your chest with surprising gentleness, you throw your head back reveling in the sensation. 

“Fuuuuuck me” you rasped out as he continues to suck and bite at your chest, earning yourself a chuckle from him.

“We’re getting there baby, we’re getting there.”

He’s getting sloppier, more impatient, you can tell as he reaches back up to kiss and nip at your lips, his clothed dick grinding against your inner thigh as he does so but he doesn’t want to stop, not until he can completely convey to you just how much you mean to him with his lips and teeth.

His boxer, which had been barely containing him, finds themselves on the bedroom floor in a matter of seconds. The knot in your stomach tightens at the sight of him, tip wet and sticky with precum.

Before you could scoot back and situate yourself on the bed so he could get between your thighs like you wanted him Jason grabs your hips and rolls over with you so that you’re on top of him.

“You’re in charge today princess.” he smirks up at you

You lean down and kiss him hard, his cock pressing against your belly, and drag your hands down his chest as he looks at you intensely, palms rounding over the globes of your ass as you line him up with your entrance.

You sink down onto him slowly, enjoying every inch as it slid inside you, slick cunt stretching around his girth. You roll your hips and when they meet his, you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding, watching as his eyes flutter shut, a tiny groan working its way past his lips as you let yourself  fully adjust to him.

With one hand on his chest to prop yourself up, and begin rolling your hips as you ride him, Sparks of pleasure radiate through your body as you move, your muscles contracting around him you rest one hand on his shoulder the other reaches out for him absentmindedly holding his hand in you lust fueled haze.

He mumbles your name, rolling his hips softly to meet yours. Your lips part in a moan, digging your nails into his shoulder as he slid in and out of you effortlessly as he begins to thrust up into you. He pulls you close, wrapping his arms around your back to bring you in for another deep kiss while also pulling little gasps and moans out of your mouth with his tongue.

“God damn, baby, you're squeezing me so damn tight,” Jason huffs, burying his face against your chest, his thrust are becoming a stuttering mess, He lets out a sharp breath and grabs your hips to pull you down onto him hard drawing loud lewd sounds from you that he never gets tired of hearing. His cock twitches for a moment against your walls before a warmth fills you. He curses, his head dropping to your chest as he pushes a few stuttered thrust into your core painting your insides hot and white as you come with him. 

Finally releasing you Jason sighs, a satisfied look on his face as he trembles ever so slightly beneath you, you sigh contentedly too, as you pull yourself off of him, and fall with your back to the mattress. The whole room is a mess, comforter and sheets a tangled disaster, clothes strewn about all over the floor but in your exhaustion you can’t find it in you to care.

“You didn’t tear your stitches did you?” you asked between breaths with a laugh. 

He chuckled too, looking up at you with lust-clouded eyes. 

“Don’t think so.” He sighed, kissing you softly, already heading towards that post-adrenaline sleepiness. 

“Good boy.” you mutter as sleep starts to cloud your vision.

He pulls you on top of him, he likes having you on top, your soft breast pressed against his hard chest, it's enough to almost get him going again, almost, if it wasn’t for the fact that you were already drifting off to sleep in his arms. 

A smile crosses his lips as he leans down to kiss your forehead, a yawn escapes him as he pulls a sheet over you both.

“Get some rest.” he tucks you both in.

“Welcome home Jay.” you yawn as you kiss him on the chin, both of you drifting off to sleep.

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[millyhelp]

I NEEDED TO WRITE THIS 😂

Dumb Girlfriend.

I just cleaned my bathroom. If you are Brazilian, you will know that we mix several chemical products to clean the bathroom, and well, it was no different for me. I did it and almost died from chlorine poisoning, so I thought, why not write about it?? Im dumb, I know it

warnings: Chemicals, worried Jason, somewhat stubborn reader, mentions of death (may be seen as Brazilian or not).

You and Jason used to share household chores. Nothing too elaborate, just helping each other. But there was one thing you liked to do, clean the bathroom.

And today was Wednesday. House cleaning day. Jason was cleaning the dust off the furniture in the living room and you were cleaning the bathroom in your bedroom.

Chlorine, disinfectant, detergent, fabric softener and something white that you forgot the name of. All of these products you was using to clean the bathroom.

Lastly, you added some water and started scrubbing. It was so customary to do this since you were a teenager that you didn't even care anymore. You started to scrub the floor hard, removing all the mud and dirt you found. Of course it worked, but your eyes started to burn. You didn't care, it was normal.

You continued to scrub, fast and hard, the floor and walls. The strong smell of chemicals started to enter yours nostrils very quickly.

Your head started to spin and you felt like you were losing air. To help, the bathroom didn't have any windows.

As despair covered your mind, you ran to the bathroom door and opened it quickly.

"Jason!" was the last thing you screamed before passing out.

Upon hearing your scream, Jason became worried. He quickly ran to the room and panic covered his face when he saw you on the floor.

"Yn! What happened?!" He took you in his arms and shook your face lightly. He smelled a strong smell of chemicals coming from the bathroom. "Oh God..."

Jason walked with you in his arms to the bed and laid you down on it.

"Princess, wake up, please." Jason caressed your face with his thumb.

You were out for a good 5 minutes. Jason was already thinking about taking you to the hospital, but before he could pick you up again, you started to open your eyes.

"Are you there? Huh?" He asked looking at your eyes opening. He was checking every part of your face for any reaction.

"Jay..." You whispered and then started laughing. Jason looked at you in disbelief and confusion. "I fainted?"

"Yes! Why are you laughing?" He frowned "You could have died! What did you put in there?"

"Calm down, Jaybird..." You felt yourself on the bed with his help. His head was still spinning. You have one last laugh. "I already do this with..." you look into Jason's eyes "often?"

Jason gave you a stern look.

"Are you trying to kill yourself or something?!" He said in a stern voice, the red hood's voice. You shivered.

"No..." You lowered your head "It's not the first time it's happened..."

"What?!" Jason runs his hand through his hair "You kidding, right?"

You shake your head and Jason sighs.

"Do not do that again." He grabs your face with both hands and makes you look at him "Fuck, just... don't do it! You should at least wear protective gear! I don't know what it would be like if I lost you!"

"I'm sorry, Jay..." You bite your lip and look into his pleading eyes. You can see the fear in him.

"Just... use protection when doing these things. Masks, gloves, glasses, anything!" He kissed you sweetly. "Don't scare me like that again!" He placed his forehead on yours

"I won't." You gave a small smile

"My stubborn little girl." He smiled, "What do I do with you?..."

In fact, he already knew he was going to do it.

#I SWEAR THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE SHORTER #HAHDJSJAKS IM JUST DUMB CUZ I DID THE SAME #jason todd #jason todd x reader #red hood x reader #jason todd angst #jason todd fluff #brazilian!reader

[justice-maul]

Jason Todd x Top Werewolf Male Reader | Headcanons Part 2

Word count: 1,595

Request(s):

I like the thought that werewolves can go into heat, on that note what if the dug or medicine if used to often their body refuses to take it kinda like reacting to poison? But if werewolves haven't had their heat in a while than it can be pretty intense. Leading up to werewolf reader completely railing Jason? - @xweirdo101x

Author Note: I love this idea and this gif is perfect for it, ugh 😩 I love Jason Todd and it shows. Read part 1 in order to understand this one.

THANK YOU FOR 400 FOLLOWERS I LOVE YALL

Warning(s)⚠: Sub Jason, porn with plot, manhandling, intense sex, animal like features, Reader has a big dick, fingering (Character receiving,) slight biting, making out, and last but most definitely not least… Breeding.

Ever since you’ve told Jason about what you really were, things have going well in your relationship for the past few months and you two have actually built a good bond of trust which just made your love for each other much stronger. But it also arises some new feelings that we’re racing in Jason’s mind

Now that he knew, you felt more comfortable showing your true strength, speed, and resilience, and while he’d never admit it to you, he couldn’t help but feel a little aroused every time you showed it off, knowing what you could so easily do to him was just such a turn on to him something he never expected would be before you

You told Jason about your heat cycle and how they can get really intense and pretty rough so you use suppressors for them which he was completely fine with but when your heat cycle came around, it seemed that your body has finally gained immunity to it at the worst time possible,

Jason was out doing his usual patrols and work at night and you were in pain and need to breed something but you wanted to hold back and not worry him, but when Jason came home that night, he called out for you and only when he walked in your shared bedroom he could finally see everything in full display

You were on the bed breathing heavily and panting as you fisted your cock desperate for release for the sixth time that day but no matter how many times you came you only felt worse, the sweat on your body was glistening, your load was twice as much, and your mind can only think about one thing and that was to relieve the aching pain in your body that was in desperate need to rail and fuck someone with your cock

Jason was frozen in place, he watched feeling completely turned on by the view in front of him, they have done many things but Y/n looked… different like this, almost animalistic and the thought of his boyfriend using his strength against him was just such a turn on to him as he just couldn’t help himself. He shifted in his weight making a floorboard creak and the noise immediately caught your attention chasing you to snap your head and toward him

Jason’s knees almost buckled at the sight of your eyes that looked exactly like a wolf’s were full of desire and absolute hunger which made his body shiver in anticipation as he slowly approached the bed with your eyes following him, not at all leaving his body for a moment, you were fighting every thought in your head that told you to pounce on him and fucking him mercilessly even though you knew that both of you wanted it

He closed the door shut and slowly got on the bed “You mind if I…” he gulped as his eyes trailed down to your length that was throbbing between your hands “Help you?…” for a second you both stayed silent, the atmosphere being very thick in the air as you both looked into each other’s eyes before you suddenly grabbed his hips flipping him onto the bed pushing him ok his back with thick muscular thighs spread out beautifully and you immediately dived between his thighs

You opened your mouth to say something your wolf fangs getting flashed to Jason which only fueled his arousal but instead of talking you leaned forward and softly bite his inner thigh, not enough to hurt but just good enough to send shivers throughout his body “Oh- god…” a whine came from his throat as he felt his cock twitch and slowly harden creating a small pool of cum on his stomach as your teeth lightly move along his inner thigh, grazing his skin as you move deeper between them

He felt your tongue loll out of your mouth and slowly begin to trace over the thick meat of his strong thighs as he practically teased both him and yourself just tasting the sweat on his skin as you inhaled the musk on his body practically tasting his scent the more you pressed into him which only made your length wetter with anticipation, he could feel your fingernails that were much sharper and longer than normal, they looked like they could claw right through him as you lightly pressed them into his skin before you finally had enough and couldn’t take it anymore rubbing your tongue over his hole before immediately pushing it in his puckered pink hole causing him to let out a choked whine

Your tongue pressed against his hole pushing in and out to tease the rim only to push your tongue further in his hole watching as he swallows the spit that gathered in his mouth and let out soft little whimpers as he bit his lip to try and muffle the noises, he watched as you pressed a thumb in and began to push it further down his hole, stretching it open and pulling it out only to watch as it clenched around nothing, you suddenly put in two fingers and scissored his heat causing him to elect a louder moan, impatiently trying to open it up enough for your cock that was throbbing in your pants and rubbing against the bed sheets

The friction only increased your lust as you fingered him faster and you can feel his patience running thin as well “Just please… fuck me already…” he begged helplessly as you stretched him open, watching as his hole squeezed down on your fingers only for you to add another finger and fuck his insides with them faster, a loud string of cusses words and moans left Jason’s lips as he felt your fingers graze against his prostate which only made him grow more impatient as a loud moan elected from his throat and you decided you both had enough so you pulled your fingers out causing him to whine from the emptiness and you wrapped your hand around your aching cock that was throbbing from the lack of attention

Jason took notice of how your cock looked somehow bigger while you were in heat and his cock twitched at the sight imagining how it would fill up his insides and completely wreck his hole only for him to look at your wolf-like gaze that pierced through his soul and the look Jason gave you right then and there was pure want and need as he reached over and gave your arousal a slow long pump feeling how it pulsed and somehow got harder in his hand, his lips parting as if he wanted to taste it but you were, long done with waiting so you grabbed him by his waist flipping him over so his face was pressed up against the pillows and his hips were raised giving you access to his wet gaping hole

Looking at the sight of Jason splayed out like this right in front of you, a complete mess you couldn’t hold back anymore and began to slowly grind your too against him before you finally pushed in his heat causing him to let out a string of cuss words at how much bigger your cock felt inside of him as you slowly began to stretch him out before finally bottoming out inside of him “Shit! Your so f-fucking big..!” He moaned out pathetically his hands clawing at your back eyes watering with tears and his jaw was slack as you leaned in to give him a sloppy kiss your tongue tasting his lips before pushing into his mouth as you drank in his moans before softly biting his bottom lip pulling at it before letting it go, electing a whine from his puffy lips

Your tongue was much longer than before he swore you could’ve even deep-throat him with how long it was now and the way you were using your tongue on him felt as if you were fucking his mouth the same rough and passionate way you fucked his hot stretched out hole railing him as if you were truly just an animal causing his mind to fall blank as he threw his head back and arched into your large cock feeling as it rammed against his prostate over and over again. Your thrusts only quickened as you felt your release coming near and you began to rut into him letting out a deep moan/growl from your throat as you felt the heat growing inside of you and you leaned down biting his neck

Although it wasn’t hard enough to break skin it made Jason let out a loud moan as his cock twitched before finally spilling all over his stomach his orgasm only causing him to clench down on your length making you groan before you spilled your own load inside of him making him whimper as he felt your seed seeping into his hole deep inside of him, some of it spewing out of it because of the intense amount of build-up from your heat and you pulled out watching as it all spilled out only for you to thrusts your hips back into his wet sticky mess and beginning to pound him all over again making him let out a yell as he couldn’t even keep up with you anymore and he knew that this night was far from over and him getting any restraint that night was very unlikely, but he couldn’t complain for a moment

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[evsstolenhearts]

Summary: you end a peaceful patrol to go make jason rest

Jason Todd x Gn!Vigilante!Reader | 749 words | no y/n

Warnings: mild sickness, mentions of gangs, petty theives, ect. Nothing to crazy

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Standing on the roofs of Gotham, you can see everything. The city, despite the darkness that lurks in every corner, is beautiful. The lights from tall city buildings reflecting off windows, the sounds of the bustling streets, the moment of calm.

Your vigilante costume sits tight to your skin, hiding your identity from the many people out and about this late at night. Despite Gotham being one of the most dangerous city's in the world, the night life is forever endless. Gothamites never sleep it seems.

Your patrol has been pretty calm all night, Jason at home with a cold, Dick back in Büldhaven, Tim visiting the Kent's, Duke staying in to work on an essay, and everyone doing their own thing tonight. Small gangs and petty thiefs have been active, but it seems the routes have also taken a night off. Perhaps it's the freezing cold temperatures the city has recently encountered, or the heavy rain that has been on and off the past week.

As you finish your break, your comms get slightly hijacked, "seems your alone tonight." The voice is clearly Oracle.

"Seems you are too, all the other death defying idiots too busy to give you attention right now?" Your smile can be heard from your tone as you begin to move through the city.

Her laugh sounds through your ears, "very funny. Anyways, I want you to finish up. It's nearing the end of the night anyways, go home early."

Your feet stop moving on a differnet roof top at her tone, despite being light hearted as usual, it seems to have a serious undertone laced through it. "Is there a patrical reason for this bonus vacation time?"

"Redhood has called me three times. One to ask abt information on a case, which I didn't give him and told him to rest." While Oracle explains, you begin moving in a different direction, now aiming for home, "the other two times asking about you, were you are, how you are. If he calls me again in gonna block both your numbers."

"You underestimating us? I'm sure I could contact you even if you tried to get rid of me." You laugh, but definitely tense at the information. Jason has been out of commission for two nights in a row due to a horrible cold he got. You assume it's from the storm he was in the other day, mixing with the chemicals from Ivys plants, due to the area he was patrolling.

"Try me." Is all you hear before Oracle leaves you be. Once again leaving you to the ambiance of Gotham city.

You quickly make your way to your shared apartment. You climb up the fire escape and go through the open window, to see the lovely sight of your shirtless boyfriend.

On the couch, hunch over and man spreading, is Jason, in boxers and nothing else as he sorts through case files.

"Damn babe, it's fucking freezing in here." You take off your mask and shut and lock the window you came through, "no wonder you have a damn cold. You're never gonna get over it at this rate."

Jason hums in acknowledgment, still sorting through his files. With a sigh and a roll of your eyes, you go to the bedroom to change. Stripping out of your costume, throwing on warm and proper clothes, and cleaning yourself up a bit.

When you come back to the living room, Jason hasn't moved a bit.

"Jay?" You lean on the doorway and wait for a response, getting none. "Jason?" Again, nothing.

So, not feeling like dealing with him being defiant, you walk over to the couch where he sits, and stand between him and the coffee table, forcing him to look at you.

Jason finally looks up, eyes tired and red, skin slightly sweaty. "Hello." He finally says.

"You should be in bed." Your nails rake through his hair, slightly gross feelings but Jason is clearly enjoying it.

"I was working." His eyes flutter closed as he relaxes into your touch.

A small smile forms over your face as you move to cradle his face in your hands, "save work for later, you need mental and physical rest."

Jason opens his eyes to look up to you, "yeah, okay. Fine." Voice reluctant.

Walk him back to your shared bed, seeing him plop down and pass out almost immediately, you decide that everything else can wait, so you claw up with him and join him.

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[morgansunflower]

I Never Wanted To Say Goodbye

Jason Todd X Wayne! Al Ghul! Reader

Warnings: torture, suggestive content, explicit language and angst

Words:1429

Arthur's notes! Good mom Talia! Reader is Bruce and Talia's blood daughter.

Jason leaves the al Ghul's without telling his, lover goodbye breaking her heart.

Damian and Y/N, had been with their father for 5 months now. She rarely spoke. Her heart was brittle as she missed the man who loved her. Jason left without a goodbye. She feared that her own grandfather Ra's may have had something to do with his disappearance. A less frightening thought was that he may have left to face her father. Because she knew he had so much pain carried towards her father.

Y/N thrust her leg to one of Joker's men. A man approaches in a red helmet. He shoots two assailants ankles. Y/N flips backwards repeatedly dodging the machine gun bullets shot at her from Joker. It was the way of his movements, his muscular build and his demeanor she knew. She knew it was him. As Joker is apprehended sirens of Jim Gordon's cop car approach. Y/N sees the man who helped her no where to be seen. She leaps across the building seeing him. He couldn't get away from her. She stands in front of him. His heart beats rapidly, his eyes shaking and his body feels heavy with shame.

"Jason" she snarled her voice heavy but not as heavy as her heart.

"hey.. Y/N"

She hits his chest angered "dammit Jason! That's all you are going to say! You left us without even a goodbye. You left me!" her voice hoarse from heavy emotions.

"I know. I knew if I even tried to say goodbye I wouldn't leave. I was and am fucked up babe. I didn't want to hurt you.. I'm so sorry I hurt you "

"hurt me? You destroyed my heart, my trust in you that you would never do something like that!!" she nearly shouted

"what--what are you saying?" Jason asked his voice heavily.

"I'm done.. I can't be with you after you broke my heart like that" she said tears falling down her face

His heart panicked "Y/N please don't do this" he begged her as his voice shaking

"I can't" she cried.

She walked away as Jason's heart falls as he hates himself for the mistake, he made. As she disappeared.. Jason cursed his tears as he hit his fist against the wall in anger that he hurt her.

Damian walked through the hallway past the bedroom of his sister. He stops recognizing the sound of her sharp cry. He opens the door and closes it behind him.

She laid wrapped tightly in her blanket. Her hand muffling her vigorous crying. His heart broke. Y/N dried her tears as her brother came closer.

"do not lie to me! Dare you wipe tears away that you obviously need to shed"

"thanks Damian"

He laid beside her. The siblings share a empathizing faces.

"mother would be much better...." he sighed

"you're doing good"

Every step she forcefully took was like a step onto fire. Every muscle was aching. Her hair was draped and attached to her face from sweat. She continued running. She has to make it. She, can't let them down. Talia would not rest until she knew they were safe.

Jason looks at his old mask from the time of when he was under the al Ghul stronghold. So much of that time he was damaged.. Broken. Y/N was the only one who could heal him. Though he needed to confront Bruce, alone. The thought of goodbye broke his, heart to the point he couldn't even look at her. He hurt her. His lips tremble as his heart couldn't bear the thought that he hurt her. When he knew she was back he wanted to see her but he was scared. Scared to lose her and now, he had. Maybe he should just leave Gotham? But maybe.. Maybe he should try to fix what he broke?

Y/N sat on the bed in his hideout waiting for Jason after he asked her to meet him here. She sees him approaching her heart easing that he's uninjured. He sits on the bed taking a deep breath.

He takes his helmet off "I just want to talk"

"about what?" she snapped "you just vanished Jason!! You were gone. I didn't know if you were dead. If Ra's had killed you" she cried, she takes a deep breath "I was heartbroken"

He touched her face tenderly with a, sad expression.

"how could I look at you and tell you I'm leaving? How could I look at the person who saved my sanity? Who loves me. And tell her that I'm leaving... I made a mistake. I really fucked up... I thought confronting Bruce would've healed my anger but it only brought me more pain" his lips tremble "I let you down babe.. I hate myself for hurting you. I left you.. I know I can't ever apologize enough to you. If you could.. please let me prove that I can be the man you deserve?" he begs his eyes shaking

She touched his face "prove to me through staying Jason. If this is going to work you must stay"

He kisses her as they lean back together. She laid on his chest. He takes a deep breath knowing his, heart was back within his grasp. He shushed her crying with sweet kisses.

A radar beacon location is sent to Batman's batmobile from an unknown source. He pushes the button on his busters on the vehicle. Bruce's heart leaps to a heartfelt smile but then fell to complete dread seeing she is in pain. He leaps out of bat-mobile. He runs seeing her hunched over in pain.

"Talia!!" Bruce shouted running to her.

Bruce's heart beating rapidly with his jaw clenched and his rage shown through his veins. Who hurt her?! That question would have to wait for her injuries were quite severe. He carried her running to the bat-mobile. He sits her on the passenger seat. Talia shakes her head trying to stay awake as her body grew very weak. She gripped his arm as tears run down her face from panic mixed with pain.

"h-h-he's going to kill her Beloved! He's going to hurt her!" she winced stuttering

"who?!" her head tilted down from the pain he held her face up carefully "Who Talia?"

"S-Slade he's.." she began to cry "going to kill our baby girl!"

"Alfred?"

-"I shall auto-pilot the bat-mobile, sir"

Y/N blocks Slade's blow with her sword. Bruce fights off Death-strokes soldiers trying to fight his way to his daughter. His heart falls to his gut as hears a pained scream. Batman fights more vigorously hurrying to his daughter. He sees his daughter laying on the ground. Slade was unconscious nearby from Jason nearly killing him. Jason kneeled beside her with his jacket on her... abdomen as she was bleeding. He began to stutter as he begged her to stay strong.

"no" Bruce mumbled

She laid on the cold concrete as she cried from the pain. Bruce runs to his daughter. He was terrified.

Y/N winces outwardly as she began to feel the sharp pain in her left side from the stabbing wound. She slowly opens her eyes trying to clear her blurred vision. She sees her mother smiling down to her.

"Ummi, are you ok?" she asked her voice shallow

She gasps softly, her daughter always worried about her "I'm fine my daughter. I'm alright now"

She sees her father beside her helping Talia keep from falling. She had never seen him with so much.. Emotion.

"Dad" she cried

He softly smiled touching her forehead. It was the first they were both here for her.

"I'm here" his voice brittle.

Days later Y/N sits in the wheelchair as her body was still in a, great deal of pain. Jason pushed the handles. He leans down to kiss her shoulder. He had barely left her side and she certainly wasn't going to complain.

They make their way into the dining room for breakfast. Everyone greeted them kindly. Bruce and Talia held hands as both parents needed comfort. Jason sits beside her. Y/N winces with a sigh as her hand shakes uncontrollably as she is trying to lift the cup to her lips. Jason carefully takes the cup from her grasp. He was unable to stand another second with her torturing herself. He lifts the cup to her lips.

That's when Bruce saw how blind he was, or chose to ignore the fact that it was so obvious. Jason was in love with Y/N... And he had to accept that so he wouldn't lose, them.

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[eziro10]

Jason Comforting you

Jason Comforting You 

Jason Todd x g/n reader 

A/N: Thank you all for reading my works. And the amount of likes I’ve received is crazy! I didn't think much would happen when I started posting. Thank you all again! My plan on posting is to put out something every 1-2 weeks. Just so I am not dedicating all my energy to writing. I hope y’all like this scenario, something that I find myself picturing happening to me from time to time. If you have any story suggestions don't be shy to send them my way. I would love to write some! Anyway, I hope y’all enjoy it follow me if you want to know when I post next and have a good day <3 

Summary: Jason is the one comforting you when you’re crying.

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Whether you cry a lot or once in a blue moon, tonight was one of those situations. Your reason for crying is to be discussed at a later date, all you need right now is for someone to help comfort you at this time. It was late at night, and you were in bed crying. All the lights are turned off in the bedroom. Your sheets are stained with wet spots. Knees brought tight to your chest; arms were tight around your legs. Bringing them closer to your body, hugging yourself.  

You tried texting Jason earlier, asking for him to return home early. But you second-guessed yourself; you weren't used to asking for help directly. You didn't want to be a bother to him, you usually sorted out your emotions by yourself anyways. So you never pressed the send button on that message. The more you thought about what was bothering you, the more tears formed. Your eyes had a steady flow of salty water falling down your cheeks. The skin underneath began to become irritated because of the salt. 

Before you knew it, it was 3 am. You planned on going to sleep earlier. You didn't want to be caught crying by Jay. You didn't want Jason to see your “ugly” cry. But your continuous sobbing stopped your original plan. Tears break up the silence in your bedroom and apartment. Anyone walking in could hear your sobbing… and that is what happened exactly. By the person, you wanted to avoid hearing you cry, Jay.  

Jason wasn't meant to go out on patrol tonight. He was doing some late-night driving around Gotham. Catching up with some friends and going to places to eat. He invited you to join him tonight, but you declined earlier. The lock key turned and the jingling sound of the keys when he took it out of the lock, he opened the door. Jason heard your sobbing. He heard your weeping. Quickly taking off his boots and putting everything away, he went over to you. 

Jason was at the open door to your shared bedroom for a moment. A hand left dangling the door frame for a second to access the situation.  As soon as he was able to connect the dots on what was happening. He was quickly on the bed at your side. Jason was looking at you, gently grabbing your hands located on your legs. A small V formed between his eyebrows.  

“What happened!? Do I have to kick someone's ass for you?” Jason tightened his grip on your hands.  

Shaking your head. “No Jason” You sniffled between your sentences. “No one did this to me.” Your eyes stopped producing tears for a moment. Clarity in your vision so you could see Jason clear behind your teary vision with eyes shot red.

“Did I do something wrong?” You simply shook your head no once more. “Do you want to talk about it another time?” Shaking your head up and down Jason didn't press about the cause of your pain no more.  

Jason isn't great at comforting; he was the one usually receiving it from you. But for him to give it back, he doesn't have any experience with it. He simply gestured for you to hug him, you leaned into his embrace and rested your face on his shoulder. Currently, all the tears on your face dried. You released all of them before he arrived home. You simply stayed there basking in his embrace. 

Jason kept you tightly, his calloused hands wrapped around your back. He kissed your forehead and your jaw. He allowed some time to pass before saying anything. “Everything will be ok, I promise you. My love… if you need me to do anything don’t be afraid to ask me.” His voice was quiet and comforting. He slid his hands down your back, leading to your forearms and back into your hands. You moved away to look at his face once more. “My love, please tell me whenever there is something bothering you in the future. I'm here to help carry whatever burden you have right now. Lend me some of your stress and put it on my shoulders, ok. We'll work through this together” Jay’s right hand left yours and cupped your cheek. “And by the looks of it…you were holding this issue in, haven't you?” You nodded, and some tears reformed in your water line. Vision blurry you closed your eyes and melted into Jay's hand. Tears collecting and falling down your face, Jay brought you into a hug once more. 

You two stayed in that position for a while, more tears dampening Jason's black shirt. After that, you let out all of your frustrations for the night. Jason made sure you were all right before anything else was to go on. Just the two of you in this worrying situation. You reassured him that you were alright now. He bent over to the bedside table and grabbed the box of tissues and handed them your way. You didn't notice, but your nose started to leak some snot out. Throughout all your sniffles it still found its way out.  

Jason got some refreshments and junk food to help calm you down, reaffirming to you that he would always be by your side. He does try asking what exactly happened later but whether you are comfortable telling him now or later. He doesn't care as long as you're safe and feeling better. He leaves once more to change into something better fitting for sleeping. He comes back into bed and goes under the sheet and sticks back up. His torso was exposed from under the sheets. Jason pats his side; wanting you to join him. Before you can make it to him. Jay lays back down and has one arm laid out on the bed; you rest your head on his arm carefully. Trying not to avoid cutting off his circulation. He positions himself on his side, looking down at you. His free hand is playing with yours. Then trailing across your body, he just wants to make sure you are ok. His usual bright green eyes darkened with worry for you.  

“Thank you, jay,” you looked at him 

His focus returned to you, a soft smile on his face. “Anything for the love of my life.” He planted a kiss on your forehead. “Do you think you’re going to be alright?” The V between his eyebrows made an appearance.  

“Yeah, I'll be all right for now” Your voice was weak and strained. All the intakes of air you took between your sobs earlier, these were to blame. Jason simply hummed in response. “I’ll tell you the reason in the morning ok.” That seemed to help relieve some of the stress on his face. He smiled then returned to laying on his back. “You ready to call it a night y/n”  

“Yeah.” Shutting your red eyes. Hopefully, all the irritation will leave by morning, and the small amount of puffiness around your eyes. You took deep breaths through your nose. The thought came to your mind. Maybe it would be good to start relying on Jason more. He always says to rely on him, but you never register his words. But seeing the worried expression made you worry for him as well. “I don't want to add another stressor in his life,” you reflected. Not talking to him, or not communicating with him about issues like this would only cause more problems in the future. He is here to help, someone to lean on. It would strengthen the trust in each other. So, it would be smarter if you did start letting him know. Start letting him into more aspects of yourself. No more overthinking, believing that you're a burden to him when you are far from it. You matter so much to him, and he wants only the best for you. Things will change for the better, that you swear will happen. 

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[mrs-heelshire]

SLASHERS FIRST TIME HEARING A RUSSIAN ACCENT :

The Sinclair brothers, Jason, Micheal, Bubba and Thomas.

Bo :

To be honest, the man is addicted to action movies, he was kind of biased. Yet, as soon as he heard your accent, he won't stop looking at you. He could have a type, as soon as he heard your Russian accent, you're his, no matter what you could have said

Vincent :

Walking in the wax museum with the friends you got, you were talking about how pretty everything was in here while he was spying on you with his only eye. Your voice was exactly how he pictured the Russian empresses from his books to sound like. He was totally mesmerized, looking at you like you were royalty. You can be sure he'll draw you like it.

Lester :

Stunned by the sound of your voice, he immediately saw you as some kind of badass. No matter what you could have said, you were the coolest person in his eyes. For him, you could only have an amazing story about your past, and even if that's not the case, he's more than willing to hear it.

Jason :

As your car broke on the road close to the camp, you were literally screaming at the tow truck man, who couldn't be there before at least two hours. A thunderstorm was menacing in the sky, and you didn't want to stay here for two too long hours. There was no way. As the man hang up on you, making you curse in the wind, you don't notice the tall man who wore a sky mask on his face walking straight in your direction. He wants to keep you for himself, and there wasn't anything that could change his mind.

Micheal :

You were babysitting two adorable little girls in Haddonfield and you were doing a excellent job. It was Halloween night and the three of you just came back from a candy hunt in the neighborhood. As you were about to put them to bed in their shared bedroom, a scary figure hiding in the dark of the hallway, you started to sing. Every night you were here, that was how you'll put the kids to sleep. Singing an English song with a Russian accent wasn't that easy, but it made every song sound sweet to their ears. It was the same for Micheal, the man forgot any desire he had to kill you the moment you started to sing. He never heard any voice like yours, and he wanted to hear you again. You can be sure, that scary figure that hide in the dark would be there every night, waiting for you.

Thomas :

Lost in the middle of nowhere in Texas, you were with a small group of friends, you found yourself walking in an empty house to find some help. Well.. you all thought it was empty as no one answered when you knocked and as the door was left half open. Yet, a man in a wheelchair suddenly appeared out of nowhere, screaming at you for trespassing. Of course, it was true, but he scared you so much that you were going to scream back at him. No matter if you and your friends were the one in fault, a rain of bird names rushed out of your mouth. Your voice were far from low and Thomas could perfectly hear you from the basement. To be honest, he immediately felt for your voice, for the way it sounded so cool in his mind. Just like Jason, he now wants to keep you just to listen to the sound of your voice some more.

Bubba :

The first time he would hear your voice would be when one of his brothers brought you home. Screaming from the top of your lungs, you were begging to be spared as the other members of this special family came around you. Your accent seems to be the reason of all this attraction around you. Bubba was the most intrigued by it. He never heard anyone speak like you and he was fascinated. Your voice was mesmerizing him. He'll try to keep you alive to entertain him with your voice and you can be sure to have all of yours chances as everyone seems to find the sound of your voice quite attractive to listen to.

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[scattered-winter]

oh, you have to elaborate on single parent AU for jaykyle. Please. I’m also a major sucker for those

(aalghul’s main blog)

don't mind if I DO

so this is a canon divergence AU where Jason, as part of his whole crime lord thing, puts people under his protection. kids, specifically. street kids with nowhere else to go, orphans, kids who have been kicked out, kids on the run, etc. (this is the part based on my friend's fic that got me thinking about this btw.) he finds a place for them to stay. an old warehouse gets fixed up and furnished, and there's a small kitchen area, a dining room, bedrooms for the kids. they don't have to stay permanently; in fact, most don't. they come and go as they please and stay as long as they like, because Jason doesn't think kids should "age out" of a place to stay. there are a handful of regulars who don't have anywhere else to go so it's more of a permanent home for them, but there's also a lot of kids who stay for a few days and then leave again. Jason keeps the kitchen and pantry stocked with food and makes sure there's enough beds and blankets for everyone, and he keeps those streets safe from any other crime boss who might be muscling in on his territory. (he also keeps the Bats out because a lot of those kids might be hiding from them too)

he starts out being their distant and kinda intimidating protector, but eventually he ends up being the Dad of the entire group. he makes sure they get to where they need to go safely and plays board games with them sometimes etc etc because those kids grew on him, ok?! most of them have never had a positive experience w parents or have never had anyone to take care of them and he has the means to be able to at least give them a safe place to sleep and---oh my god he's turned into Bruce

fast forward to the final crisis shit, Kyle and Jason became....not Friends, per se, but Allies. people who are (usually) on the same side and can (usually) work together. anyway after that fun little adventure those three (Kyle Jason Donna) kinda just...check in every so often. make sure everyone's ok. they've been through a lot together so they just like to make sure nobody's dead or needs help (I don't think they ever interacted as a group after the search for ray palmer shit which is a CRIME.) anyway Kyle comes back from space and shows up to Gotham for the Annual Obligatory Check-In only to find that Jason has an entire warehouse full of kids. and now Kyle sees a completely different side of Jason that's....not softer than before, but gentler. he's still the fucking Red Hood, and comes home with blood and gunpowder on his clothes, but he also reads to some of the younger kids when they can't fall asleep. he walks the girls to school so nobody tries anything with them. he helps with homework and makes sure everyone's eaten enough.

after the first few visits the kids figured out that Kyle was friendly, and gave him the same treatment they gave Jason: treating him like a jungle gym. they found out Kyle could draw and make shit with his ring and they realized he was Really Cool. once they figured out he'd been to space it was all over. suddenly Kyle was the coolest adult in the world. even cooler than Jason.

so of course Kyle has to keep showing up to the warehouse or he'll disappoint the kids!!!!

and thus begins a new rivalry between them: who can be the Coolest Dad

in the meantime they're slooooowly falling in love and dancing around each other because "he only keeps coming for the kids it's not me" and "he has an entire horde of people to take care of he doesn't have time or energy for me" and like. watching each other interact/care for the kids in their own specific ways and sharing a space (because Kyle started staying at the warehouse because it's hard to pay rent when he's in space most of the time) and just. Being In Each Other's Space All The Time. them falling in love was inevitable, really. but because they're Like That they're dancing around the subject like the world's biggest elephant in the room

meanwhile all the kids just Know. they're sitting there watching this proverbial mating dance like "oh COOL we have TWO superhero dads now!!!"

some scenes that this fic will include (assuming I ever get my shit together enough to WRITE it):

one of the kids being mugged on the street and the poor criminal immediately getting curbstomped by Red Hood AND Green Lantern

Jason and Kyle cooking dinner together (because I'm a slut for domestic vibes don't touch me)

Jason braiding the girls' hair and calling the kids petnames

Jason sending Kyle pics and selfies of the kids while he's away in space and Kyle saving all of them <3

Kyle bringing space souvenirs for the kids (they go absolutely buckwild over them)

one of the girls (an orphan) having a Daddy-Daughter Date at school and she asks Jason to come as her dad (he cries)

Kyle tying Jason's tie before he leaves for said Daddy-Daughter Date

basically this whole fic is just

Jason: I gotta take care of my kids

Kyle:

"our kids"

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[messylustt]

hi hi hi yes i got requested to make some hcs for my Little Moon universe and i'd figured i'd commit sharing is caring w the pain so i've come to give them to you <3

non depressing mainly ones:

if alfred wasn't available to help you with your nightmares, bruce was always there instead.

bruce who makes sure that your asleep and no longer crying before he retreats back to his bedroom after you woke him up crying because of one of oyur nightmares

alfred who makes sure to always make your favorites for breakfast every morning, even if it means he has to wake up before the sun has risen to make sure its ready when you wake up

tim who made you the first to see the program he designed for the batcave security protocols because you were like another parent to him

jason who, after becoming a half-vampire bc of the joker, immediately comes to find you and cries in your arms when you do nothing but comfort him

damian who slowly started warming up to you after realizing you wouldn't give up on caring for him

dick who visited you after his first night on patrol vampire hunting with bruce so he could tell you all about it, and was so happy when you did nothing but listen

the ones made for pure angst and anguish:

tim who wanted to come tell you all about this new program he made that he spent days getting little to no sleep for to make, only to remember that you arent around anymore

tim who hoped that your death was just another sleep-deprived hallucination, only to wake up to be reminded that you died by the little funeral card he'd gotten from bruce/alfred

dick who isn't quite as sarcastic after your death

dick who just spends a lot of time shuttign himself away inside his bludhaven apartment, locking himself away from the world to reminisce and just.. sleep

bruce who went digging around in the back of your closet to find the teddybear you'd brought to wayne manor the night your parents died, and spends nights holding it to even get some sleep

wayne manor that suddenly seems so much more somber and quiet without your laughter to echo through its halls anymore

alfred who misses having to tell you to go to bed at midnight because you were still awake doing university coursework/preparing documents for your job

damian who starts listening to the music you listened to because he misses the days he'd hear it coming from your bedroom

jason who hasn't had very good sleep since your funeral

jason who sits in the kitchen, staring blankly ahead like his soul isnt even there

alfred who is there in the kitchen, making your favorite desserts because it helps take his mind off the pain

jason who will eat those desserts while he cries

bruce who eventually comes down in the middle of the night, the exact time in the past where you'd wake up from your nightmares and just sits in the kitchen with jason

bruce who will also eat those desserts even though he's never like sweet foods

bruce who eats those desserts just to pretend you made them after he had a hard night

alfred who can't quite make your desserts the same anymore, because he is making them with nothing but pure sadness

alfred who had to hide all your pictures of when you were a child because bruce and the others couldn't even walk in through the manor's front doors without seeing a picture of you somewhere and having a breakdown

alfred who puts those pictures in his room, in a little box so that way he is the only one who has to be reminded of your loss every day. to be reminded every hour, every minute, every second

jason who likes to sit in the kitchen at the times you used to be awake making something random, only to find alfred there now too

jason who will ask alfred for stories about you from when you were younger

alfred who will gladly tell jason those stories because it helps him smile, even just a little bit

jason who one night while alfred was making your favorite desserts in the kitchen what your last words were

alfred who immediately freezes

jason who demands for alfred to tell him after alfred starts trying to say he doesnt want to know

alfred who finally gives in and tells him after jason tells him its an order

jason who gets so enraged after hearing your last words were "i'm sorry, alfy, i'm sorry" that he screams at alfred n trashes his bedroom

alfred who sits there and takes it

hope you enjoyed! make sure to hydrate, eat, n sleep well!!!

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MY LITTLE BEAR those first ones are so fucking cuteeee. but those second ones 😭😭 I’m bawling. my heart hurts argggg how can u do this to me (I love it)

#so good tho ml #like every time I see ur work I’m like 🤯 #my little bear is talented #. ( mail )

[veronica-17-hood]

headcannon that jason always has a spare room ready for any of his siblings in your shared apartment.

so when you had asked him he wanted to stop going to safe house to safe house or climbing in and out of your small studio apartment. he immediately said yes and started sending you listings to apartment after apartment every second of the day and even facetiming you every now and then during patrol when he sees a building going up or a for sale sign.

the two of you finally went house hunting and he was honestly like a kid in a candy store, asking questions about amenities work, if animals are allowed, parking, he was a full blown homeowner at this point.

once the two of you settled on an apartment, it ended up bigger than the two of you even wanted but it stayed within budget. 3 full bedrooms and baths, walk in closest, and a beautiful kitchen which sent the two of you wild, it was perfect mix of modern and homey, something jason never had before he found you.

a home.

and jason couldn’t be happier.

he was going furniture shopping, calling you often and asking how exactly you wanted everything to be set up (he never really had a good eye for decorating, have you seen his safe houses?)

he wanted large couches because even though he claims his siblings annoy him and he would be better off without them, he doesn’t mean it, and he wants room for his family to be at HIS home with HIS soulmate.

but jason did make it a priority, it didn’t matter what you wanted or said, he wanted one of the extra rooms to be for his siblings. no one used it for anything else but them.

he picked the whole room out himself and he had never been prouder (except of his reading nook that he had in the corner of your master bedroom, he showed everyone the work he did). he picked out the bed, brought timmy to get a mattress and they agreed on one, painted the walls, and stocked the bathroom with the usuals, shampoo, face wash, first aid kit, extra anesthesia, ya know the normal things everyone has in their guest bathrooms.

he always kept the room neat and clean, changing the sheets and vacuuming the carpet every week, never openly offering it to his siblings but they all knew that it was open for them at all times. 

the first time timmy stayed over he was over the moon, of course he only expressed that to you not to his kid brother. he cooked tim’s favorite meal (was very bummed when he didn’t come out when dinner was called) but he kept it warm for him whenever he decided to come out.

he waited from 5 pm to around 9, worried sick as to why tim hadn’t come out of the guest room yet. he didn’t know if he got sick, hurt, or crashed finally from the caffeine jay watched him consume during patrol the night before.

finally mustering up the courage and knocking down the walls of ‘i’m a tough man’ act, jay finally grabbed the warm plate of spaghettini and gently peaked into the spare room seeing his younger brother working too hard on Wayne Enterprises bullshit (thankful he wasn’t the one who inherited the company as a teenager).

jay looked back at you with a smile, nodding that his kid brother (both of your favorite sibling of the many bruce wayne had adopted, well yours is obviously jason, tim’s a close second) was perfectly fine and he watched as you headed back to the two of yours bedroom, book in hand now waiting for your soulmate to eventually saunter back to spend time with you.

and of course jay annoyed timmy for hours after that, eventually getting him to eat, stop working, and thankfully sleep, and you could swear that jason slept with a smile on his face that night.

since then tim spend most of his time at your home, most of the time because he genuinely loves you and jay and your home, but other times because of fights with bruce or breakdowns he can’t have, or just for some quiet, something you and jay love endlessly, quiet.

after a while damian would come in between the visits of tim. he always said he just needed quiet or a place to think and draw without intrusions but what he really means is he loves hanging out with his big brothers partner, who actually paints with him and loves his animals (you take him to shelters and museums every time he’s free and at your home). but he also loves his brother (he will never admit that aloud) but he loves jays food and hanging out with him, if it be silence of speak just eating and watching tv, or having heated debates about books, help with homework (which dami will never admit he needs) or even going to get new ear piercings and books.

then cass started coming, she got the second spare bedroom that you had just decorated simply with decor and furniture from your old studio apartment. but that style changed as cass started to stay more and more and soon stef was coming with her after patrol and the third bedroom became theirs. purple and black with posters and flowers across the whole room on stef’s side, knifes and weapons laid on the dresser in cass’s side but lots of comics and school work on the desk too. (cass also has been loving the baby pink color and sage green so that’s been making appearances).

then of course lastly dick and duke started to come, more so for movie nights and adventures or anytime after patrol. dick really only sleeps on the couch because jay couldn’t fit a third bed in the room where tim and dami normally sleep. this three bedroom house is now housing at least 6 people and 5 different beds for the people to choose from. duke will normally take the couch as well unless tim or damian decides to actually sleep at their own house for once, then he grabs the spare bed.

but dick and duke tend to come less often, dick goes through phases (mainly because the two of you are best friends and when he visits gotham he ends up loosing track of him and just crashes at yours) and duke enjoys the manor, especially as everyone is now in your house more time than not.

of course jay and you need a break so he’ll close the doors for a few days, the longest was a month. he explains that you and him need some time and all of his siblings respect that no issue. they all go back to their mad house until jay sends a short sweet text saying ‘it’s a go’ to the group chat and they all come back to the silence that is apartment.

there are no fights or drama at jays place, it’s always calm and everyone gets along (leading bruce to almost selling the manor because the energy or feng shui is off so it makes everyone crazy; everyone yelled at him and damian threatened him and the thought was suddenly *poof* from bruce’s head.)

jason loves having everyone there and he loves that you and him are the ones to provide it. he feels like he’s apart of the family again after everything he’s been through and with all the work with the outlaws that he thinks has been spreading him from the bats (not on purpose, which is why it makes him sad) and when he tells you that, gosh your heart swelled so it barley fits in your chest.

and don’t worry, roy, donna, and bazaro spend time there as well. the outlaws have a monthly sleepover with you and jay, no other siblings.

but jay never thought he could be so happy, but he is and truthfully he can’t stop smiling.

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[mx-pastelwriting]

Hi I was wondering if you could write some head canons for the slashers with an s/o or bf who’s a tired college student?

Thank you!

Love it!

Slashers xGN! Reader

Summary: Request up top

Warnings: Fluff, Being Tired, Studying, Established Relationship

Thomas Hewitt

- He would bring you snacks that Luda May had made for you. He would plant kisses on your cheek and head as he walks away to continue his work. - He would check on you to make sure you don't need help, even if he knows nothing about what you're studying, he likes to be helpful. - He would be sad that you never really spend time in bed with him. - He didn't think that you would fall asleep at your desk; he would be in bed waiting for you. He'd carry you to the bedroom and make sure you're okay You open your eyes as you feel your body being lifted up. You look up to see Thomas looking forward as he walks you to the bedroom. He slowly puts you down on the bed; he looks at you; his eyes go wide along with a grunt as he notices that you've been awake this whole time at yet you didn't speak a word. "Thank you Tommy" You say, as you could see the two of him, you pass out with a smile on your face.

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Michael Myers

- He would check on you every few minutes, peaking into the bedroom you share to see if your gonna notice him. - He would bring you fast food he stole from people he murdered or a packaged snack from the kitchen cause he doesn't know how to cook. - He would look at you, struggling to stay awake; when he gets in bed trying to fall asleep. There was no way this man would fall asleep without you. - If he had to, he would physically take you away from the desk and put you in bed so he could sleep.

-He would secretly make sure you'd get enough of sleep. You looked over your notes again with double vision making sure you didn't miss anything. But you could help the feeling that you were being watched. You looked up to see Michael standing in the doorway; you could tell he was tired from the way he was standing. "I know I need to go to bed but I have a-, Before you could finish you were on his shoulder being carried to the bed.

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Jason Voorhees x Reader

- He would be confused why you focused on these books and papers so much. His mother would have to explain that you were studying for school. - His mother would have to tell him what to feed you so you could power through studying. - Bring you flowers and fix them in a vase so you can look at them to relax your brain after a long time of looking at your books and notes. - As soon as you look tired he will insist on going to bed or taking a nap; he won't take a no on making sure you rest before working again. If there's people on the campgrounds, he wouldn't be able to take that nap with you. Looking back up at the flowers Jason brought you earlier in the day, you could help but close your eyes wanting this semester to be over. You hear Jason walking up to the house trying to be as quiet as he could be. You look back at your notes with the pencil in your hand, ready to write down some more notes with your brain barely able to function; you blink a couple times before you start to write down more notes. After a few minutes of hearing what Jason would call being quiet, you feel his presence next to you. "Just a few more minutes J then I'll go to bed" You say in a groggy tone looking up to him for a second, but there was no use he took the pencil out of your hand and started to close your books there was no talking your way of this, going to bed was the only way you would get to study again.

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Brahms Heelshire

- Wouldn't understand why your in college as you're just going to live with him. But you explain to him why you're in school. He still wouldn't understand fully but he tries to tolerate it. - Would throw a tantrum if you don't take a break to pay attention to him, When you get him to take a nap, you have to join him in bed but you bring your computer with you to do some work as his naps, but you end up falling asleep with him. - Will bring you Pb&J's, if you allergic he'll bring you something simple or warmed up leftovers. - Would play or read in the same room as you so he could still be near you. He would watch you through the walls if he felt shy or upset. "Brahms not now!" You say raising your voice at him, You immediately regret what you just said to the man in front of you, all he wanted was you love and attention but the stress from your upcoming test had you on the edge.

He starts to yell about you not loving him, You watch him run to his closest entrance into the wall. You watch as the painting and books begin to shake this wouldn't be the first time you sent him into one of these. You start to apologize to him knowing if you don't the mess that you'll have to clean up will be something you won't be able to come back from. You sigh out as the walls stop shaking then you hear him say "I want cuddles" You agree and walk to the bedroom where he'll meet you.

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Bo Sinclair

- If you needed help, he would say "Yeah I know a thing or two" But that would be a lie, He would full on be stuck as much as you are with just one second of looking over your notes. - You give him a kiss on the cheek as you waddle to the kitchen, telling him it's okay that he can't help you, You have to mostly feed yourself, but if you forget, Bo could tell you become a be more snappy with him when he says he's usually dumb things. - He would bring you a list of things he got from Vincent or Lester cause he has no idea what to bring you for brain food. He learned from Vincent to make sure that you took breaks when he was asking him. - He would learn most of these things on what to do from TV as he is a very stubborn man and will not ask his brothers for help a second time. "Here you go eat up" he says as he brings you a snack for the third time today. You looked up at him and smiled; he returned to you with a kiss on the head as he walks out of the house back to his shop. As he returns from a long day you could barely hold your head up and he noticed that, after long he would at then check on you and watch TV then go to bed with you in his arm but he could see that was not going to be that kind of night, "Come on" He says as he takes you in arms and walks you up to the bedroom, he tucks you in and leaving you with a kiss on the cheek, You hear the door close with his footsteps walking down the steps leaving you to sleep.

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Vincent Sinclair

- Would notice right away if you're tired or hungry or just need a break, He's coming into the house to see you struggling with notes. - He would be helpful with taking notes or if your stuck on something he would try his best to help point out the answers to the questions that you were stuck on. - Would have a schedule of when he would have you take a break to eat a meal with him and would come out of the musume to go to the house just fix you a both a snack. - Would take you to the bedroom if he sees that your eyes are having trouble staying awake. You looked at your books to see if you missed anything, but you couldn't even see with your eyelids wanting to close. Hearing a familiar set of footsteps coming up the steps. You sigh out knowing you'll never get through this as you couldn't even see, "I know Vinny" you say before he taps your shoulder to let you know that it's time for bed. You rise up from your chair, and hug the giant man; you breathe in his smell; it reminded you of an open fire. You close your eyes and wait for him to pick you up. He carried you to the bedroom you share and made sure you were comfortable in his arms before you both drifted off to sleep.

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Lester Sinclair

- Couldn't help you with studying but he'll try, He would bring you snacks or cook you something if you asked. - Would give you hugs from behind with a lot of kisses if he sees you struggling, He wants to make sure your okay if he going to help out his brothers so he would leaves water next to you with your favorite snacks. - He would ask his brothers on what to do if he feels like he isn't helping enough. - He learns that you shouldn't over work and he needs to make sure you have breaks away from studying. "Come on darling you can finish later" he says as he showers you with kisses, pulls you softly away from your chair. You follow him to the bedroom to take a nap. He talked about having dinner with his brothers later on so you could socialize and have a good meal.

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Hannibal Lecter

- Would know everything. He put you in the room next to his study so he could hear you sighs or you talking about needing help. - If your stomach growled then a minute later he would be next to you, setting down a plate of food on your desk. - If he had no appointments that day, he would invite you to study in his office, if you were stuck on something he would help and maybe 'accidentally' give you the answers. - He could see your whole body and face shift when you start to get tired. He'll pick your hands off of what you were doing and guide you to the bedroom. You hear his footsteps make the way next to you, "Hanni- Before you could tell him off he takes you hands off of your desk having you get up from you chair. He takes you into his warm embrace along with kiss on your head and cheek "You can resume this tomorrow" he says, walking with you out of the room. He closes the door and walks with you to the bedroom you share.

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Will Graham

- He will make sure you are all set with water, juices, and snacks when he goes off to work. - He'll send you texts when he's at work, telling you to rest, drink water and to make something to eat, 'I put some leftovers in the fridge' he'll send you. - He would call you after work to see if you wanted him to bring you anything from the restaurant that's down the street from his work. - He would see that you passed out on your notes; he would chuckle to himself, but make sure you get into your nightwear and you're comfy in bed. Will opens the door to see you passed out with the dogs crowning him, hoping that he has something and welcoming there dad home. "I told you to go get comfy" he says under his breathe with a smile on his face. He sets his stuff down and makes his way to you, closing your laptop, you finally wake. "Time for bed" he says, knowing you'll be thankful in the morning that he didn't just leave you there for the night.

Hello, I hope you enjoyed if there is any grammar mistakes or misspellings sorry about that feel free to let me know in the comments, have a great day/afternoon/night!

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[slasherhaven]

HI, I discover your blog and i really love it. i dont know if youre already done it but could you do how the slasher would react to dreaming about they killed their s/o and wake up finding his s/o peacefully asleep next to them? im pretty curious (and sorry for my english :,3)

The Slashers having a dream were they kill you:

Thomas Hewitt 

It was horrible and he woke up feeling sick.

In the dream you had been terrified of him, pleading with him to let you go, but you didn’t seem to recognise him. He didn’t recognise you either, you were just the next victim in the basement. Just a job. He woke up just as his dream self killed you.

He panicked, suddenly terrified of losing you, needing to see you.

But there you were, where you always were at night, practically laying on his chest, sleeping peacefully. You even had a small smile on your face. Nothing like in the dream.

He didn’t want to wake you, he knew it was just a dream but it had really shaken him. So, he just wrapped his arms around you tighter, holding you close and refusing to let go as he buried his face into your hair.

He loved you so much, he didn’t want you to get hurt, and the thought of being the thing that hurt you killed him inside.

“Tommy, are you alright?” you asked quietly, barely even awake. Still, it made him jump a little, he didn’t mean to wake you.

He just nodded, making you smile to yourself as you cuddled up to him some more, placing a light kiss on his chest before falling back to sleep.

Michael Myers

He hadn’t even realised it was a dream at first, he was stalking a house like he usually did, targeting the person inside. But then he realised that the house was his own, the one he now shared with you, and the victim inside was you. That didn’t seem to stop him though, he found his way into the house, taking you by surprise and driving his knife into your stomach.

You had looked up at him with wide eyes, hands clutching his arms. “Michael?” you sounded scared, betrayed...it wasn’t an image he would soon forget.

But then he woke up, finding himself in your shared bedroom, looking up at the ceiling of the dimly lit room.

It felt so...real...

He sat up and looked down at your place on the bed, finding you sleeping peacefully, unaware of the inner turmoil he was feeling. He did not like this feeling.

Killing somebody had never once left a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach but this did. If he killed you, you would be gone forever, and that was something that unsettled him more than he would like to admit.

You were sleeping deeply, so he luckily didn’t wake you up. He didn’t want to have to explain himself to you if you found him laying back down, shifting closer, and wrapping an arm around you, holding your body closer to his. He focused on your breathing and your warmth.

Maybe he was only just realising it but now, for once, he had something to lose.

Jason Voorhees

The dream was horrible. The scream, the blood, your limp body. You had been so afraid, so afraid of him, and he had killed you mercilessly, something he couldn’t even consider doing in reality. You had screamed before choking as the machete hit you. Jason had lowered you to the ground, your hand raising and leaving a bloody handprint on his mask before falling limp, the light leaving your eyes. You were gone...

And that was when Jason woke up, eyes wide and panicked.

The first thing he did was look for you, reaching out to touch you. Finding you sleeping soundly in his embrace.

You were here, alive and happy. Sleeping by his side, completely unafraid of him.

He didn’t want to wake you, he just wanted to hold you. So, he did. 

He couldn’t help but tear up as he held you. It had all felt so real, for a moment he really thought he had lost you and it was painful, it had broken his heart before he realised that none of it was real. He wouldn’t be able to get that vision out of his head, of him stained in your blood...

You would wake up the next morning held in a tight embrace with Jason’s face buried in your hair, refusing to let you go.

Brahms Heelshire 

In the dream, you had been busy and he was having a tantrum. You tried to shush him while getting on with the work you needed to do, but you kept denying him, ignoring him, telling him to give you a moment. Then you shouted at him. And then there was blood...so much blood. One moment Brahms had stabbed you, the next he was trying to stop the bleeding, begging you to stop. He couldn’t stop it, and he saw you die.

He woke up, shooting up straight in the bed, breathing heavily with tears in his eyes.

He was absolutely panicked. He hadn’t done that right? No, he couldn’t do that!

Frantically looking around, he saw you sleeping beside him, having clearly been disturbed by his sudden movement.

You woke up a little, sleepily asking if he was okay. He swallowed the lump in his throat before laying back down, cuddling up to you, holding you like his own personal teddy bear.

“I’m sorry, Y/n. I wouldn’t ever hurt you. I’ll be good” Brahms promised you, the pain obvious in his voice.

“Of course you wouldn’t, Brahms. You’re a good boy. Why are you saying these things?” you asked but he just buried his face into the crook of your neck. “Bad dream?” you asked and he nodded. You sighed before petting his hair, slowly lulling him back to sleep before joining him.

The next day he would be on his absolute best behaviour, he couldn’t do enough for you. He would also be extra clingy, not letting you out of his sight for a moment.

Bo Sinclair

Bo had his fair share of bad dreams, he just wasn’t very open about them, but you knew. This dream was different though, it wasn’t about his childhood, it was of present day. He was taunting you as you begged him to let you go, promising to do whatever he wanted, asking him why he was doing this. But he only laughed at you, not caring, all before killing you. Watching the life leave your eyes as you reached out to hold onto him, your hand wrapping tightly around his wrist as you feel to the ground.

Bo woke up suddenly with an uncomfortable feeling in his chest. It was a dream, he reminded himself, chastising himself for being so pathetic.

Then he felt you shift beside him, moving closer and getting his attention. Bo looked down at you and slowly felt that feeling in his chest fade, replaced by warmth.

You were alive and well, and sleeping peacefully right beside him.

He wrapped his arm around you, letting you cuddle up to him some more. 

He wasn’t going to wake you up because he didn’t was to share the dream with you, not just yet anyway.

For now, he was quite happy to just lay with you and hopefully get some more sleep.

Vincent Sinclair

Everything had happened so fast in the dream. A new group of victims had come into town and Bo had sent him after them. He did, as he always did, finally catching up to the last victim, stabbing them, killing them. Only then did he realise that it was you, looking up at him in horror, your blood coating his hands.

Vincent woke up breathing heavily, eye wide as he tried to ground himself back in reality.

He instantly looked to you, gradually calming down as he watched your body rise and fall with steady breaths.

He didn’t want to wake you up or disturb you, he just needed some comfort.

He carefully shifted closer to you, wrapping an arm around you and pressing his chest to your back, nuzzling his face against your hair.

He felt a tear threatening to fall and he just allowed it, as long as he was quiet as to not wake you. 

All he wanted right now was to hold you and calm down. Everything would be alright in the morning, he knew that.

Lester Sinclair

Lester had a bad dream every now and again, just like everyone else, but they had mostly stopped since you started sharing a bed with him. Tonight seemed to be an exception. Lester never did the killing, he brought the victims to the brothers. This was no different. He had taken you into town, handed you right over to the twins, even when you begged him not too, both of you knowing what your fate would be. As Bo walked you away, followed by Vincent, you had looked back at Lester, begging him one more time, a look of complete betrayal and heartbreak on your face.

Lester startled awake, breathing heavily and sweating slightly.

His sudden movement woke you up, making you roll over to face him, rubbing your face sleepily. “Lester? You okay?”

“Y-yeah, just a bad dream...you’re okay, right?” Lester assured you, looking over you as if checking for any injuries.

“Of course I am” you frowned slightly, confused by his question. But he seemed to relax then, joining you in bed again.

“Good...good” Lester sighed as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you towards him as he buried his face into the crook of your neck. You just wrapped your arms around him and held him as the two of you fell back to sleep.

Bubba Sawyer 

It had been an accident in the dream. He was chasing down an intruder, chasing them through the house, nothing too new. He thought that he had caught up with them, dealing with them using his chainsaw...but once the chaos was over, he saw you laying on the floor, your blood pooling around you.

Bubba woke up, instantly panicked and searching for you. But he found you sleeping with a content smile on your face right beside him.

He quickly moved closer, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you against his chest in a tight embrace.

The movement woke you up but you knew it was Bubba so you just happily moved closer and cuddled into him.

“You okay, Bubs?” you asked and he nodded, letting out a few concerned coos. “Bad dream?” he nodded again.

You lifted your head, kissing his cheek, silently assuring him that everything was alright, before cuddling up to him again. Falling asleep in his arms.

Billy Lenz

Bad dreams weren’t new to Billy but this one was. He was walking through the house and he had a knife in his hand, he had a destination in him, a victim was waiting for him. He slowly pushed the bedroom door open before stepping in, the slither of light illuminating your sleeping face. He moved over to you, raising the blade above his head before forcing it down into your chest. 

Then he woke up with a gasp, eyes wide and frantic as he sat up.

The suddenness waking you up slightly. You asked if he was alright, altering him that you were alright.

“Bad dream” Billy murmured as he returned to you, tangling his limps with yours and clinging to you. “Billy wouldn’t hurt you. Billy loves you” he mumbled.

“Did you hurt me in the dream?” you asked softly and he hesitantly nodded. “It’s okay, Billy. I know you wouldn’t hurt me in real life. I love you too” you kissed the top of his head, feeling him hold onto you a little tighter before trying to get some more sleep, you joining him. 

Asa Emory (The Collector)

For Asa, bad dreams usually related to his childhood, not anything from his present life. Sometimes he would dream about his crimes but he wouldn’t call them bad dreams, he was very neutral on them. This...even he couldn’t feel neutral about what he was dreaming about right now. Of hurting you, not even making it quick, drawing your pain out before finally doing you the mercy of killing you.

As soon as he wakes up, he steadies his breathing and focuses himself. 

It was a dream, nothing more. 

But that didn’t change the sense of contentment he felt when he looked down to see you sleeping, arm around his waist and head on his chest. A perfect reminder that it really was just a dream, that you were still here, and he wasn’t going to hurt you.

He wrapped his arm around you some more, just holding you more securely without waking you up. He wasn’t going to discuss this with you, not right now anyway.

Jesse Cromeans (Chromeskull) 

In the dream, it was like you were just another victim. He had subdued you but you were still away, tears staining your face as you pleaded with him to show mercy. He just took the camera off of his shoulder and zoomed in on your terrified face, he was enjoying it. He soon put the camera back in place before pulling out his knife.

Your piercing scream of agony rang through his mind as he woke up, greeted by the ceiling of his bedroom.

He turned his head to the side, seeing you sleeping beside him. Perfectly well and unharmed, your arm resting over his waist.

You were alright, you were safe. He would never hurt you.

Jesse wrapped his arm around you, gently pulling you closer to him.

It was just a dream, he was well aware of that, and knew not to let it effect him too much. Still, the thought of hurting you made him cringe. 

That would never happen, he would protect you, he promised himself that.

Otis Driftwood 

It was a violent dream that unsettled him more than he cared to admit. Just him carrying out his true nature but on you instead of a victim he couldn’t care less about. You had cried, pleaded, tried to get through to him, but he didn’t stop, he didn’t care. And then, you were dead. He had killed you, your blood staining his hands and clothes.

Otis is pretty used to disturbing dreams, they rarely bothered him, but this one definitely did.

He woke up, instantly focusing on you. How your head was resting on his chest and your legs was draped over his hips. Very much alive, not a spot of blood on you, perfectly content.

He never thought that somebody outside of the family could have such an effect on him. That somebody’s loss could...scare him so much.

His arm remained around you as he made himself more comfortable, causing you to shift closer as well, letting out a quiet, sleepy hum.

He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, nearly chastising the fond feeling he felt when you smiled in your sleep.

Baby Firefly 

Gory dreams never bothered her, they couldn’t be any worse than reality, in fact she wouldn’t consider them nightmares at all. This though, this was certainly a nightmare. You were bleeding, crying, and in pain, but she was just giggling, being the person hurting you. And, just like that, you were dead and her giggling stopped, a look of worry spreading over her face.

She woke up, running a hand over her face and brushing off the dream. It was just a dream, you were alright.

There you were, sleeping right beside her. She knew that, she was looking at you.

Still, she shifted into a more comfortable position, brushing your hair out of your face and beginning to scatter kisses over your face.

She wasn’t going to mention the dream right now, it was silly. She just wanted to hear you wake up giggling at her playful attack.

Yautja (Predator) 

Dreams weren’t all that common for him, at least not like this one. Even in teh dream it was an accident, him forgetting how fragile you were compared to Yautjas. And it cost him everything.

He woke up just as you died in the dream, leaving him with a sickening feeling.

But when he felt you shift, making him relax.

You were curled up on his chest, sleeping peacefully, just like you did every night.

He purred soothingly as he gently combed his clawed fingers through your hair, purring some more when you smiled and nuzzled into him.

You trusted him. Trusted that he wouldn’t hurt you, that he wouldn’t let anything like that dream happen. He just had to trust himself, and he could do that.

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[invisibleanonymousmonsters]

Seized

An addition to Approval. Do not read this until reading that first. 

Character: Bruce Wayne x Fem!Reader // Damian Wayne x Batmom

Summary: What happens when Talia Al Ghul learns that someone has stolen the affections of her past lover and her son?

Word Count: 3,000 [One Shot]

“Delinquents have been detained. I can hear the sirens,” Damian stated calmly in his comms.

“Good work, Robin. You know where to meet me. You have a minute,” Bruce responded as he whipped the bat mobile through Crime Alley to grab his son.

Just as Damian opened the door and hopped in, an alarm went off within the vehicle.

“The Manor,” Damian thought aloud as he read the screens with his father.

Bruce ignored his comment and was calling Alfred immediately.

“Master Wayne,” the butler instantly picked up. “I followed protocol, but they were already gone when I arrived.”

“Y/N…” Bruce immediately asked.

“They took her,” Alfred told him, distress clear in his tone.

Damian’s head whipped to his father to watch his reaction.

But Bruce’s jaw only tightened and he sped the batmobile even faster.

Returning faster to Wayne Manor than ever before, Bruce jumped out of the batmobile and up the secret entrance to get to the main house.

Damian was hot on his heels. He’d already sent an encrypted message to his brothers, informing them of the situation. It was only a matter of time before they were at the manor as well. Though Damian suspected Jason would not come, instead already starting to scour the streets of Gotham for Y/N and her captors.

Alfred was already waiting for them. “Master Wayne, I am so sorry.”

Bruce ignored him and walked to the master bedroom. Y/N would’ve been sleeping when the attack occurred. It wouldn’t have mattered if she had been awake, she had no training in self defense. She was merely an innocent civilian.

“Father,” Damian muttered quietly.

Bruce turned around to find his son ripping a shuriken out of the door frame.

They shared a look, both recognizing the particular shape and color.

“The League…” Damian muttered quietly, saying what they both were thinking.

——————

Y/N was barely awake.

They clearly had drugged her with something to make her more compliant. Everything was foggy and muffled.

Yet they still tied her hands and ankles together, as if her brain could even manage to get her body to move.

But Y/N could feel the effects of the drugs losing their strength, yet keeping their hold on her.

She squinted as she looked around. The air felt different. It was colder and dryer, making Y/N believe that she was no longer in Gotham. Little did she know, she wasn’t even in the country any longer.

“I do not know what he sees in you,” a woman hummed from somewhere in the room.

Y/N blinked as he listened, but her eyes could not adjust to the low lighting and she didn’t even have the strength to turn her head.

“You are weak. Ripped from your own bed without so much as a fight.”

Then she heard the grunts and clashing of metal.

The woman smiled. “Right as expected, my son.”

Y/N’s brow furrowed at ‘my son.’ Then she finally lifted her head and took in her surroundings. There were swords and other weapons stored everywhere, and there was armor hung from the walls.

“Talia?” She whispered.

The woman chuckled. “Weak, but not utterly foolish.”

Then the door of the room was thrown open.

Y/N looked to see Damian in his Robin uniform.

“My son, finally returned," Talia greeted with a smirk.

“Mother.” Then his gaze flickered to Y/N. Very subtly, he was scanning her body to access any possible injuries.

His gaze turned back to his mother. “What is the meaning of this?”

“You have forgotten where you come from, Damian. You are not just the heir to the Wayne family. Before anything else, you are my son and the heir to Ra's al Ghul’s throne.”

“She has nothing to do with this,” Damian said with a gesture to Y/N.

“She has everything to do with this,” Talia snapped. “She has made you weak.”

Damian said nothing.

“She has taken you both from me,” Talia growled.

“Father does not love you,” he growled.

“A small lapse in judgment on his part, but not something that cannot be remedied. Our love gave us you, and I fully believe he will return to me.”

“His heart belongs to someone else. The sooner you realize that, the sooner you can give up your fantasy.” Then he hesitated to say the next part. “I never plan on returning to The League of Shadows. I wish to stay with father.”

Talia’s amusement vanished at her sons words.

The next second, she unsheathed her sword. “Perhaps I should just kill her and remind you of your place, my son.”

With that, Damian rushed forward and intercepted Talia’s attack with his own sword.

“Do not touch her,” Damian growled.

Their swords continued to clash as the mother and son fought each other. The fight raged on for what felt like forever. Too evenly matched, but also both too terrible at hiding that neither actually wanted to kill the other.

In the distance, Y/N could hear even more fighting. She could only assume it was Bruce fighting his way to her and his son.

Talia and Damian’s swords locked again, both of their stances shaking from the hold.

“Do you really think you and your father stand a chance against the entire League? Why do you think we lured you all the way here? You are outnumbered.” Talia hissed.

“You think us foolish enough to come alone?” Damian smirked right before there was a boom that shook the entire compound.

Talia’s focus slipped half a second, allowing Damian a window to go on the offense.

He flipped his mother’s sword out of her grip and held his own to her throat.

“Yield,” he growled down to her.

“You truly choose her over your own mother?” The hurt in her eyes was clear.

“You abandoned me, used me as a tool to disrupt father’s life. She taught me that there is more to life than killing and destroying. She loves me and care for me, even when I gave her no reason to do so.”

“And it will be the death of you,” Talia warned.

He glared at her. “Yield!”

But he knew she would never. So he whipped out a dart and blew it to her neck – a sedative.  It knocked her out within seconds.

Waiting until he was sure it had worked, Damian sheathed his sword once again and ran to Y/N’s side.

With a knife, he cut the ropes around her wrists and ankles.

“D-Damian,” her voice was still slurred from the drugs and she was weak. How long had she been here without food or water? “I don’t think I can walk."

Damian helped her to her feet. “Y/N, please try,” he begged as he wrapped her around around his shoulders. He was still just a boy, one that was shorter than her. But he wouldn’t give up that easily.

There was another explosion.

“What’s-What’s happening?” Y/N asked as she dragged her feet and held on tightly.

“That would be Todd, most likely taking his job of distracting to an unnecessary level.”

“You all came?” She asked in shock.

“Of course,” Damian scoffed.

Suddenly an object came flying at them and Y/N cried out in pain.

“No!” Damian bellowed as he looked up to see that another League member was attempting to stop their escape. And with it, they had thrown a shuriken that had landed in Y/N’s side.

She dropped to the ground.

Damian screamed as he unsheathed his sword once again and charged the assassin. It wouldn’t take him long. He knew that every minute spent fighting was a minute Y/N was bleeding out and edging closer to death.

He didn’t hold back like he had with his mother and quickly disarmed the enemy. Then thrusting his sword into a nonfatal area of his body, enough to neutralize him. 

Damian rushed back to Y/N’s side, where a pool of blood was forming from her wound.

He knew it was useless, but he still tried to lift Y/N into his arms to carry her. He cried out in both panic and frustration.

The building had now caught aflame due to Jason’s explosions. Damian would need to call for backup, hoping one of his older brothers could help.

Then a shadow was cast over him.

Damian tensed, believing it to be another attack.

But he looked up to find his father standing before them.

However, Bruce’s gaze was on his unconscious girlfriend.

With the arrival of his father, Damian’s cold and calculating disposition melted.

“She’s hurt,” his voice trembled and tears formed in his eyes. “Help her.”

Damian rarely cried. He cried less than grown men. He was raised that way. It didn’t help that his father was not a great example of healthy emotional expression.

But Bruce knew what his sons tears were for: Damian was frustrated, he felt weak, and he thought he had failed his mission. But most of all, Bruce knew his son was crying for fear of Y/N’s death. Because the boy had grown to love her.

As if there were a world when Bruce wouldn’t give his own life to save Y/N.

Bruce bent down and carefully brought Y/N into his arms.

Damian heard her mutter his father’s name, though still delirious from both the drugs he’s sure his mother pumped into her and the blood loss.

“Red Robin, get the jet to my coordinates immediately,” Bruce instructed through his comms.

Damian wondered how his father could be so calm when the woman he loved was bleeding out in his arms. This wasn’t bat business, this was personal. But Bruce spoke like it was just another night of patrol.

A few minuets later, Damian and Bruce had fought their way through the flames and burning compound.

Tim lowered the platform of the jet.

Damian made sure his father and Y/N got on before he followed. He turned and gave one last look at the burning compound that would no longer exist come morning. He did not fear for his mother’s life. He knew someone from the League would come for her – if she didn’t save herself first.

When he boarded the jet, his father already had Y/N on the surgical table that elevated from the jet floor.

Bruce had taken off his cowl, allowing Damian and his brothers to study his expressions.

Damian had been wrong about his father handling the situation like any other mission. For now he could see the terror and worry in his father’s eyes, despite him trying to control his emotions.

Damian looked to Jason, who still had his Red Hood helmet on.

“My grandfather?” He asked his brother.

“Escaped,” Jason muttered.  

Damian stepped forward to help Bruce with Y/N’s injuries.

“She’ll be OK,” he muttered to his father.

All of them had high-level medical training to know.

Thankfully the assassin’s aim was not great and didn’t land in lethal place on Y/N’s body. But she still lost a lot of blood and would need many stitches.

All the brother’s shared a look when Bruce ignored the statement. 

———

Y/N woke up to someone gripping her hand. She recognized from the smell and the feel of the bedding that she was in Bruce’s bed at the manor.

She winced as she opened her eyes to find Bruce was the one holding her hand as he sat in a chair only inches away from the side of the bed.

“Hi,” she whispered to him with a sad smile.

“Hi,” he said back with a smirk.

“How long have I been asleep?”

“Two days.”

Then Y/N looked past Bruce to realize there was someone else in the room.

Damian passed out on the velvet chaise that was pushed against the windows.

“He hasn’t left your side,” Bruce told her. “Dick had to convince him just to take a shower for 5 minutes when we first got back.”

Y/N’s heart melted at the revelation.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t here.”

The sound of Bruce’s voice as he said it made Y/N’s gaze snap back to him. Had it shook? Or was she imagining it?

Y/N squeezed his hand that was still wrapped around hers. 

“I know,” she told him with a sympathetic look.

He hid it well, but Y/N knew Bruce. And she knew that her being kidnapped from his own home probably drove him mad with guilt. She wouldn’t be surprised if he’d already designed an entirely new security system to prevent something like that ever happening again.

Bruce took in a shaky breath and opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out.

He wanted to say that he always feared her being with him would put her in danger like this. 

He wanted to say that maybe she should stay away from him. 

He wanted to say that him and the kids didn’t deserve her. 

He wanted to say that the only reason this happened is because Talia hated that she loved her son better than she ever did.

But Bruce had never been good at saying how he actually felt – or even acknowledging he had any feelings at all.

So Y/N brought his hand to her lips and kissed his knuckles. “Bruce, I know,” she said once again.

“I won’t let it happen again. I promise you,” he told her evenly.

“Bruce, I knew what I signed up for when you told me you were Batman. If I wasn’t willing to face the reality of it, I wouldn’t have stayed.”

“No one would’ve blamed you if you hadn’t.”

There was a knock at the door and then it opened a second later.

Damian jumped awake at the sound. But then he quickly brought his attention to Y/N. “You’re awake.”

But everyone’s attention was on Dick, who was standing at the open doorway.

“Hey,” he greeted Y/N, surprised to see that she was awake. “How are you feeling?”

“Sore. Tired. But I’ll be alright.”

He seemed to relax from her answer.

Then he winced when he looked at Bruce. “They put the signal up.”

Bruce’s jaw tightened.

He was about to open his mouth to ask them to handle it, not wanting to leave Y/N alone now that she had woken up.

“Go, Bruce. I’ll be OK.” Y/N told him, reading his mind.

“I think it’s the Joker,” Dick added with a serious frown.

“Bruce, go.” Y/N repeated.

And he saw the sincerity in her eyes. He leaned forward and kissed her gently, deciding he didn’t care if his two sons were witnesses to the intimacy.

Then Bruce kissed her forward. “I’ll be back as soon as I can. Alfred will be here if you need anything. Do not hesitate to call.”

Y/N nodded.

Bruce stood up and acknowledged Damian and Dick. “Let’s go.”

Once they were ways down the hall, Bruce heard Damian stop.

“Father?”

Bruce and Dick both turned to face Damian.

“I wish to stay with Y/N.”

Bruce and Dick shared a look, and then Dick decided to give the two a moment alone and muttered something about waiting in the cave.

Bruce walked back to his youngest son.

Damian’s gaze was glued on the floor. “Mother truly would’ve killed her?”

Bruce sighed. “Most likely, yes.” He saw no point in lying to his son.

“Because she knows that you and I love her?”

“Yes.”

Damian was quiet for a moment. But Bruce knew he had more to say.

“I used to think I had to earn it.”

Bruce frowned. “What do you mean?”

“Mother’s love. I had to earn it. Win in combat. Successfully execute a target. Outsmart a puzzle or challenge.” Damian looked up at his father with a broken expression. “Her love always came with a price.”

Bruce kneeled down to his son.

The boy shook his head. “But Y/N made me realize that I don’t have to earn anyone’s love. I don’t have to prove that I’m worthy of it.” He bit his lip. “She’s not my father or my brother. She didn’t have to love me. But she does…even when I did nothing to earn it.”

“Everyone is deserving of love, Damian.” Bruce gripped his son’s shoulder. “I’m sorry for not teaching you that myself.”

Damian nodded. “So, may I please stay with her tonight? I don’t want her to be alone.” But then he quickly corrected himself. “Unless of course, you require my assistance, father.”

Bruce smirked at him. “I think we will manage, Damian.” Then he squeezed his shoulder. “Look after her for me, alright?”

Damian relaxed and quickly nodded his head. “Of course, father.”

When Bruce returned hours later, Damian was cuddled next to Y/N in the bed. But clearly laying in a position to be mindful of her injuries. Both were fast asleep. The bright television was the only thing lighting the room, as it played a Pixar movie.

Bruce couldn’t help but grin at the sight.

“I got him,” Dick whispered to him before stepping into the room and carefully lifting the boy in his arms, clearing the space in the bed for Bruce to join Y/N.

Bruce moved about the room as he changed into cotton shorts and went without a shirt.

Y/N woke slightly as he joined her in bed.

“Everything OK?” She whispered sleepily.

“Everything’s fine. Did Damian keep you company?”

Y/N smiled and shifted her body so she was cuddle into him. “Yes…my little protector.”

Bruce smiled at that. “Don’t let him hear the ‘little’ part…”

She chuckled. “Good call.” 

And then she was fast asleep once again.

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[butwhyduh]

Sex pollen

Bruce Wayne x Reader

Beginning Dick Tim Jason

Okay we’re going to suspend reality (like the comics) and he’s going to be like 35. I can’t imagine a relationship with anyone older. So yeah, Dick is like 25 and Bruce is 35. That math won’t work unless Bruce adopted him 17 seconds after turning 18 but we’ll ignore that.

Warning: smut. It’s on sex pollen so there is a dub con warning despite the fact that they are willing participants.

Summary: all of the batboys are dusted with Poison Ivy’s sex toxin and think they’ve taken an antidote. It didn’t quite work. This is the story about what happens to Bruce.

You saw Bruce in front of the bay computer. The usual. He was running a chemical analysis an biting his lip. He had taken off his cowl and black hair stuck to his neck with sweat. He didn’t look injured in any way so it must be a good night.

Bruce sighed and stretched his neck as you walked over to him. His brow were creased as always. Alfred was running inventory on the supplies.

You placed a hand on Bruce’s shoulder and he inhaled quickly causing you to jump.

“Sorry! It’s just me,” you said quickly.

“It’s okay. I’m just a little distracted,” he said looking up at you. You ran a hand through his messy hair. He leaned into your touch before turning his chair towards you. You bent down to give him a quick kiss but Bruce did two things. He grasped your chin to hold you still so he could slide his tongue in your mouth and his other hand, that you thought was going to your hair, instead grasped your breast. You pulled away quickly.

“What has gotten into you?” You asked before noting a tingling sensation in your lips. Bruce pulled you by the hips to straddle him in the chair. “Bruce, Alfred is right there,” you hissed but you didn’t move to get off.

“Perhaps, sir, I can continue the chemical analysis and you may retire to bed for the evening,” Alfred said from across the room. He too knew the antidote hadn’t worked.

“Good idea,” Bruce said standing while holding your thighs. He carried you upstairs while staring at you intensely, kissing you every once in a while. He kicked the door to the master bedroom open with his foot and you gasped. Why was that hot? He’s destroying property. Bruce carefully sat you on the bed.

“I’ve been dosed with sex pollen. I should probably go next door,” he growled while panting. He wouldn’t look at you. You could see he had barely contained the urge to touch you. But you too were wanting him.

“Bruce,” you said and he turned to look at you. The blue in his eyes was now almost overtaken by black. You too were panting. “Don’t leave. I want you,” you said and that was it. Bruce grasped the side of your face and kissed you roughly. His hands roamed your body.

Bruce pulled away suddenly. “I shouldn’t,” he breathed.

“You should,” you answered and he pushed you to the bed. His hands shoved up your shirt and flung it across the room. He roughly pushed open your bra to attack your breasts. He nipped and bit at your skin, surely leaving marks all over your flesh.

“Bruce,” you breathed as he took a nipple in his mouth and sucked. Your back arched and you held his head in one hand. He moved over to do the same to the other side. His mouth moved lower to kiss down your stomach to your hips. He pulled your pants down and nipped at the skin of your inner thigh, probably leaving a hickey. You were overwhelmed by his attack on your body.

Just as you thought you were in control of yourself, he licked a long strip up your folds and you moaned loudly. Bruce gripped your thighs to pull himself closer as he licked you thoroughly. Your hand reached and grabbed his hair. His tongue slipped inside you as his nose rubbed against your clit. You couldn’t help but make noises far louder than you usually would. He didn’t live alone.

“Fuck Bruce! There,” you whined. He hummed and continued. You yanked on his hair to keep him in a certain spot. You whimpered out his name on repeat as you came. He didn’t wait for you to come down for him to push down his own pants. He roughly thrust in without any warning. You gripped his shoulders and gasped.

Bruce was usually so gentle, like you were breakable. This was new and exciting. His hips snapped against yours roughly in a pretty quick rhythm. You felt yourself being pushed up the bed and the headboard made a banging noise.

Usually you were far more quiet. He was the father to half a dozen kids that were often home and a full time butler. Plus Bruce was a quite discreet guy anyways. That wasn’t what was happening right now. You tried to hold your sounds back to no avail as he rushed you to an orgasm. You were right on the edge when he fucking bit your shoulder.

“Fuck!” You yelped before cumming. You could feel his rhythm slip as he found his own high. Instead of pulling out like normal, he ran his hands along your body while looking you over before starting to move again.

“Actually,” he said, pulling out. “Flip over,” he said and you rolled on your stomach. He pulled your hips up just enough for him to slide his dick in. He slowly thrust before grinding against you so fucking deep. His pace was almost lazy but rough. Bruce’s body weight leaned over you and he kissed and licked the back of your neck and shoulders. He let out deep grunts on thrusts.

There was a knock at the door that Bruce completely ignored and kept his pace. You weren’t too concerned either. The knocking became more insistent.

“Master Bruce, I have the antidote you both need. Urgently. I will set the tray by the door. Please take them,” Alfred said before moving on.

Bruce didn’t respond but sped up, leaving nips and bites along your shoulder and back. You felt yourself close again and urged him on by reaching back to pull him hip closer. You moaned and he growled as you both finished. Before you could move, Bruce pulled out and moved to the door. He quickly grabbed the tray and downed one grey vial before sitting it on the end table.

His hands went directly between your legs where you continued laying on your stomach to finger you. Bruce grabbed the vial with the other hand and poured it in your mouth. He continued his fingers in your over sensitive core until you clenched around him crying out as you came again. He slowed his fingers before pulling out.

You laid on the bed feeling just about boneless. He sat on the edge of the bed panting before standing up.

“What are you doing?” You asked. Was he really leaving after all that?

“I’ve got to help Alfred,” he answered. “All the boys got dosed. They’ll need antidotes too. I wasn’t... I wasn’t too rough was I?” He asked looking you over guiltily. He noticed the beginnings of hickeys on your neck and shoulder but nothing more.

“No. That was great actually,” you admitted. He raised an eyebrow. You flushed and smiled shyly. “A little rougher than usual isn’t a bad thing.”

He sat silently for a second before his lips formed a tiny smirk. “I’ll remember that next time.”

Bruce went down to the bat cave feeling half past dead. Nothing new for him but for a little different reason. Alfred was working on something.

“Thank you,” Bruce said clearing his throat.

“No. You can go back upstairs. All of the boys and their partners have recieved cures. Though... you might want to talk to Master Timothy in the morning. He was at Wayne Enterprise,” Alfred said, always delicate.

“Oh god. What did he do?” Bruce asked pinching his eyebrow.

“Nothing that can’t wait until the morning. As far as I know, nothing worth a lawsuit or worse. Go back to Y/n, Bruce. She probably feels quite slighted after your affair,” Alfred said going back to his work. “I’m cleaning up and then off to bed. I suggest you do the same.”

Bruce didn’t bother answering but leapt upstairs quickly. Alfred was right. You were probably upset he left. He burst in the room and you jumped from by the shower door.

“What’s wrong,” you asked, bracing for the worse.

“Nothing. Sorry. Do you want to share?” He asked.

“Of course Bruce. Come on,” you said rolling your eyes. You turned on the hot water and you both climbed in. Bruce looked over your body as the water soothed your skin. Little marks littered your chest and back. He frowned as he took in red bite marks on your back. What had he done?

“I’m sorry,” he said tracing his fingers across your skin. “I was far too rough.”

“It was the pollen. Don’t worry about it. I’m fine,” you said turning in his arms to look up at him. You gently kissed his lips before pulling back. You grabbed the shampoo and Bruce scrubbed the soap in your hair.

“Tomorrow we will deal with this. Tonight, we’re going to sleep,” you said and he hummed in agreement. He was a step about dead on his feet and when his head hit the pillow and he wrapped you in a cuddle, Bruce was asleep. You quickly followed.

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[charliedawn]

What is their reaction when they find out that they may have grown attached to you ?

You know how Jason can be very insecure and self-conscious ? Well. Prepare for a whole new level. He will check himself in the mirror when you're not looking, and if he doesn't like what he is seeing ? He will smash the mirror and go in a corner to sit and move back and forth, to give himself some reassurance. He still remembers what his mother used to tell him.

" Persons are a nuisance, Jason. You don't need them to survive."

But then, why does he feel like he needs you ? He feels conflicted as to what to believe.

Super jumpy ! He will jump almost every time you touch him or lose his grip of the things he is holding, often ending broken and splattered on the floor. He would be as clumsy as Jason and would want you to spend more time with him. However, he would also be scared of you breaking his heart.

" I..I c..care.."

Like many of your patients, Brahms has trouble finding his words. At first, many thought he was mute, like Jason or Michael. This is why hearing him speak to you always means it is important.

" I..I care.."

He wants to say many things, how he cherishes every moment you spend together, how you make his heart race everytime you are near him or how he wants you to be by his side forever..But, he can't. He can just hope that what he feels can be expressed through eye contact. You may not understand what he wants to say, but you still try to understand. You put your hand on his and reply with a compassionate smile.

" I care about you too. You are a very good friend, Brahms.."

Did you just indirectly friendzone him ? Possibly..You walk out and Brahms sighs before sitting on his bed while hugging his doll to comfort him.

" You turn me on."

He will be absolutely frank about it. He will just step up and tell you in front of anyone. He doesn't give a damn if the others hear him as well. Also, creep alert, will watch you sleep. He will sneak in your bedroom in the middle of the night and just look at you sleep. He wants to touch you so bad, but he knows that that would wake you up. And he doesn't want that. He will just admire you from afar, even pretend that you may like him back. He would just want to get close to you, to look at you and wonder what you may be dreaming about..hoping that you are dreaming of him.

" Oh my sweet..You look so perfect when you sleep.."

Now..You know how Five is very serious about his relationship with Dolores ? Well, you better be prepared by lots of imaginary fights between the two of them, and even a break-up ! *gasp* Drama. He would be in a very bad mood and would scream and attack everyone that approaches his personal space. He would also smash everything in his room. Like, everything. So much that the other nurses would be too scared of him and ask you to handle it.

" Hey. Are you okay, Five ? Did something happen ?"

He would snort and look up at you with visible frustration.

" You happened. Dolores and I broke up. Not that she was one to share her feelings anyway."

You frown in incomprehension before asking with a small airy laugh.

" I don't understand, what does that have to do with me ?"

Your question seems to trigger a nerve and he suddenly stands up to look at you dead in the eye with anger and, somehow, pain..

" Everything ! You're too nice ! Too forgiving ! Too perfect ! You wiped our past as if it was nothing, goddammit ! We're serial killers, Y/N! We're monsters and you treat us as if we were..as if we were.."

He doesn't get to finish that sentence as he seems on the verge of tears. He jumps on his bed to sit and hide his face behind his knees. You seem to finally understand the problem and sigh before sitting next to Five.

" It's okay to have feelings, Five. You can't hide them forever. I'm sorry if it upsets you but, I don't think you're all that bad. Sure, you kill and even eat people. But, I've seen you change. You are a lot less violent and a few more months ? And I'm sure you'll be out of here in no time."

He looks up at you again with a sort of desperation, very uncharacteristic of Five, before finally asking in a tearful voice.

" What if..What if I don't want to go back ? Out there, I'm just a freak. But, here ? I got.."

He doesn't finish his sentence, but you guess what he is going to say and smile understandingly.

"..Friends ?"

He doesn't answer, he only suddenly hugs you tightly and hides his face in your skirt. You hesitate before slowly petting the top of his head affectionately. The gesture seems to relax him, but he quickly straightens up and wipes his tears away. He then stands up and apologizes.

" I..I'm sorry, it was highly inappropriate of me. I'll..I'll let you work."

Before you could say anything, he runs out of the room and leaves you confused and worried.

Lots of uncontrollable laughter. More than usual. He is very nervous when you're around him and sometimes cries while laughing, showing that he is deeply ashamed of his condition. He is very bipolar and will sometimes act very casually around you, only to break into tears when you leave the room. He will stare at you and turn his gaze away as soon as you would notice.

" Well, would you look at that ? Sir Sh*tty the clown seems to have a little crush on the nice nurse.."

Pennywise would tease him about it while Penny cackles behind him. Arthur glares at them both before either ignoring them or leaving the room.

No. Nope. Certainly not. He will try to hide from you. He knows very well what he is feeling, and also what happens to the people he feels this way towards. He just managed to get rid of his curse, he is not about to risk getting on a murder rampage again ! Every time he would see you, he would pretend to be busy or hide. One time, he even jumped out the window to get away from you. It is very odd since Michael is normally the most chill and calm out of all the patients. But one look at you ? And he becomes a panicking mess. He has to get away. He doesn't want to hurt you like he hurt everyone else close to him, like he hurt his family..

" Me ? Having feelings ? Ah !"

One word: denial. He doesn't want to hear about things like feelings. He saved you ? Bah. It was only because he was bored. He will deny everything, but still follow you and pop up out of nowhere to see what you're doing. He enjoys talking to you, even if he doesn't want to admit it.

" Pennywise..You're staring again."

Penny would gently warn him as his big brother would pretend to not have done such a thing.

" Can't an old clown appreciate to look at nice things sometimes ?"

Penny frowns, not understanding his big brother's words until Freddy intervenes by popping next to him with a huge grin.

" Let it go, kid. Your big bro is just too much of a chicken to go talk to her.."

Pennywise growls in annoyance at Freddy before raising his middle finger at him.

" F*ck off Freddy ! At least I don't watch her sleep like a total perv !"

That would result in a fight that you would have to break. Again..

" Pennywise..I think I'm sick.."

Pennywise would admit some day to Pennywise that would sigh in annoyance.

" Stop saying stupid sh*t. You know very well that we can't be sick."

But, upon seeing the devastated face of his brother, Pennywise sighs loudly before turning towards him to focus his whole attention on him.

" Fiiinnneee...Tell me."

Penny's mood seems to lit up as his brother seems to be willing to listen to him.

" OK, so it concerns the nurse, Y/N. Everytime they are near me, I feel things in my stomach, like a million kids were kicking me in there..Everytime they touch me, I feel as if a part of me in my chest is about to burst and I feel warm, very very warm. And then, I feel very very bad when they talk to anyone else..It's horrible. I want it to stop..Should I eat them ?"

Pennywise stays silent for a while before saying with an unusual straight face.

" Penny.."

He starts, but Penny starts panicking as he sees the sour look on his brother's face.

" Oh ! It's bad, isn't it ?! What is it ?! How long do I have ?!"

Pennywise rolls his eyes dramatically at his brother's exaggerated reaction before cutting him off in his worried questions.

" Shut up, you idiot ! You're not dying. You're just feeling.."things" for them."

Penny stops talking and frowns in confusion, his eyes diverging in deep concentration, as if trying to understand Pennywise's words.

" Things ?! What things ?!"

He finally asks with his eyes wide open in obvious loss and Pennywise face-palms himself before answering with a loud sigh.

" You're falling in love, you dumb f*ck !"

At the word, Penny's face freezes and his smile goes downwards as he realizes that his older brother is right.

" Oh, sh*t.."

He curses and Pennywise frowns, as Penny hates curses.

" Language ! I'm the only one allowed to use curses, remember ?!"

Penny nods before asking in a worried tone.

" How do I get rid of it ? I don't like it.."

Pennywise can't help but feel sorry for Penny, as he knew better than anyone that there was no turning back..

" I'm sorry kid. But if it's really love ? You can't..like I can't.."

Penny's eyes widen at his brother's confession.

" You..You..love her too ?"

Pennywise seems to realize what he just said and groans before walking away. He didn't want anyone to know, even though Penny is his brother. Penny understands the wish of his brother to be left alone and starts walking out in the garden to think over what his older brother said..Could it be ? Could he really be falling in love ?

Bonus : The deal

The Horde is blindfolded and dragged to another room where a man and a woman are waiting for them. At first look, he can already tell that this man is one of the unworthy. The unbroken. The weak..His interest is cut short and he then turns towards the woman sitting next to him. Now, this one was interesting..Her eyes betrayed a much deeper complexity and she had a scar running from her forehead to her left cheek that proved she was worthy.

" You..You are broken. Rejoice.."

The woman smiles, but before she could start talking, her partner does it for her.

" Mister Wendell Crumb, we have a mission for you."

But Kevin only grits his teeths at the man.

" You are impure..I want to kill you.."

The man arks an eyebrow, but ignores his threat.

" Fine. Whatever. But first, I want you to be my spy. We didn't get you out of this prison for nothing, mister Wendell Crumb. We want you to be our little spy in the facility. We want you to find out how a certain miss L/N managed to control the patients outside of the facility. Do that, and you'll be as free as a bird..Do we have a deal ?"

He frowns, they wanted him to spy on a nurse ? She must be quite special for them to go to such lengths, to use him as a spy..Yes, quite the unique prey. The Beast was already impatient and Kevin licks his lips before nodding.

" Fine, but on one condition. When you're finished with her, I get to eat her heart.."

The request seems to take the man aback, but it is the lady that Kevin is looking at. She smiles coldly before nodding in agreement.

" Deal."

Kevin finally smiles widely and can't help the excited giggle that gets out from deep within him. Then, the dark and low voice of the beast makes itself heard as the smile grows almost ferocious as he announces. .

" Let the hunt begin.."

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