#but they glow a bit only only Jason notices at first and gets a bit pissed

[miryum]

☆ 18+ minors dni ☆

Brother’s Best Friend!Jason Todd who comes over to your house just at first to get away from Crime Alley and his parents. Your parents welcome him with open arms and encourage him to come over because they don’t want to see him stuck at home with abusive and addicted parents

Brother’s Best Friend!Jason Todd who doesn't think much of you at first – you’re just another person in his sphere of knowledge. You’re just the little sister of his best friend and someone else who sits at the dinner table when he stays over 

Brother’s Best Friend!Jason Todd who begins to notice you once you enter high school after him and your brother. His place in your family is becoming more solidified as the years go on and as his father is sent to prison 

Brother’s Best Friend!Jason Todd who begins to tease you when he comes over to hang out with your brother. He begins to ask offhandedly where you are and seems a bit disappointed whenever you’re out with friends or at an extracurricular

Brother’s Best Friend!Jason Todd who tags along to see all of your performances or sporting events or concerts and sends you a little smirk after each one, congratulating you along with the rest of your family

Brother’s Best Friend!Jason Todd who slowly becomes more integrated into your world and who you begin to notice – not as simply one of your brother's friends, but as a potential crush as high school continues 

Brother’s Best Friend!Jason Todd who makes sure to smile at you in the hallway during passing times and who never acts like the stuck-up upperclassman who’s too good for you (even if that’s how your brother acts)

Brother’s Best Friend!Jason Todd who begins to routinely flirt with you whenever he comes over. Snide little comments like “Y/n knows what I’m talking about” and “Princess, you want me to proofread your essay? Lord knows you need it” with that infuriating smirk

Brother’s Best Friend!Jason Todd who gets a glow-up over the summer between 11th and 12th year and sends your little 10th grade heart beating wildly

Brother’s Best Friend!Jason Todd who sees this and sends a simple wink your way

Brother’s Best Friend!Jason Todd who spends sleepless nights debating whether he should act on his feelings or if he was just being creepy thinking about an underclassman 

Brother’s Best Friend!Jason Todd who can never explain why he doesn't go on any dates anymore and stays stubbornly single even when your brother begins to date more steadily

Brother’s Best Friend!Jason Todd who won’t ever admit that thoughts of you on your family vacation to the lake that he was invited on, wearing your swimsuit, water dripping down your body after he threw you in the lake, enter his mind when he has his hand down his pants

Brother’s Best Friend!Jason Todd who cheekily asks you if you have a date to his senior prom, heart actually beating in his chest, worried you would just see him as a friend of your brother’s

Brother’s Best Friend!Jason Todd who picks you up in a handsome suit and tie, hair coiffed and jaw dropped when you hurry down the stairs in your prom dress, your mom gushing over you two. Your brother’s brows furrow slightly when he sees Jason’s blush and wide eyes, but doesn’t say anything of it

Brother’s Best Friend!Jason Todd who makes sure he’s the only one who dances with you at prom and brushes aside any glances of a senior and sophomore together. There are other sophomores there, but usually in a friend group comprising of both juniors and sophomores

Brother’s Best Friend!Jason Todd who corners you after prom before school, beginning the conversation all smooth and suave with “how’d you like being on my arm last night, sweetheart?” but by the end of the conversation he’s a bashful little boy, stuttering out how he knows he’s a senior and going off to college soon, but also really likes you and was wondering if you wanted to go out to a movie or get ice cream later

Brother’s Best Friend!Jason Todd who tells your brother he’s officially dating someone, but doesn’t say who. Never mind that you’ve been coming home more happy and blushing 

Brother’s Best Friend!Jason Todd who, once he turns 18, gets a little nervous that people will think of him as a paedophile. He worries that once he goes off to college, you’ll forget about him and move onto a “younger” man (even though Jason’s only two years older and is going to Gotham University so he’ll still be close by)

Brother’s Best Friend!Jason Todd who takes you out on the weekend of your seventeenth birthday (you told your parents your friends were taking you out, which wasn’t lying, per se) and treats you how he always thought you should be treated

Brother’s Best Friend!Jason Todd who books you two a hotel room that night and positively keens at the idea of taking your virginity

Brother’s Best Friend!Jason Todd who lays you down on the hotel bed and takes his lovely time with you. Whenever you mutter, “if my brother finds out…” he rewards you with a little swat to the thigh and replies, “I don’t wanna be thinking about your brother right now”

Brother’s Best Friend!Jason Todd who finds that sweet spot behind your earlobe and a million other sweet spots all while circling your clit over your underwear. “Oh, sweetheart, look at how wet you are for me,” he coos and when you blush, he kisses your cheeks and says, “no, no, it shows me how much you want me”

Brother’s Best Friend!Jason Todd who gets addicted to your pussy. He decides that your pussy ruined all other pussies when you clenched around him; but what really did it for him was that little whimper you made, murmuring out his name, when he first pushed into you, bottoming out

Brother’s Best Friend!Jason Todd who makes sure you spend the rest of the weekend trapped in his arms, his body braced above yours. He treats you to a bubble bath and kisses and cuddles afterwards, gently massaging your clit, another hand cupping your breast

Brother’s Best Friend!Jason Todd who drives you back home and finally has to confront your brother, who’s standing, cross armed, in the doorway of your home

Brother’s Best Friend!Jason Todd who carefully explains the situation to your brother, making sure your brother knows you were fully consenting, and even then, if there was any blame to place, it would be on him. Your brother finally relents on the condition that he would beat Jason up if he ever hurt his younger sister. Jason replies, “you won’t have to worry about that. If I ever hurt her, I’ll beat myself up”

Brother’s Best Friend!Jason Todd who makes time on weekends and in between college courses to visit you and who even “helps” you with homework (i.e. distracts you by pressing lazy, open mouth kisses on your neck from behind as you try to study)

Brother’s Best Friend!Jason Todd who spends even more time at your house now, an arm around your shoulders and kissing your forehead every three seconds. Your parents are much more chill with Jason dating you than your brother and officially think of him as part of the family

Brother’s Best Friend!Jason Todd who, by the time he’s picked out the engagement ring, your dad is already calling him “son”

#miryum's dc universe #jason todd x reader #jason todd x y/n #jason todd #headcanon #brothers best friend #hear me out here #we love jason todd #age gap? #dc x reader #dcu #dc comics #jason todd didn't die #not proofread

[dcxdpdabbles]

Phantom's number 1 Fan. Part 2

Tim wakes a few days later, half submerged in liquid and hooked to various machines. He is in a tub shaped like a bed, obviously meant to sleep in. Around him is what he hopes is a hospital room with medical tools scattered about and soft blue paint that turns to the night sky the higher it goes on the wall.

On the ceiling are paintings of various constellations. It's rather beautiful.

Tim also notices he feels no pain. None. Not even the aches of his bones after years of abuse while fighting crime. He thinks that's a bit strange since the last thing he could clearly remember was barely escaping Ra's al Ghul, losing his spleen, and gaining more wounds from angry assassins on his way out.

He had been flying half-blind, blinking in and out of awareness. He thinks at one point, Cassie had attempted to call him, and he may have answered, but for the life of him, he couldn't remember what he told her.

He did remember what she said in response. She sounded so desperate as she begged over the S-Batplane speakers. "Please, Tim, you're not well. Let us help you. Just tell me where you are."

Too bad for her, since the S in S-Batplane stand for Secert because Tim had built that one on his own in Secert. There was no way she or any of the hero community could track him in it since they had no idea it existed until Tim had taken it and his supplies on his solo mission to save Bruce.

Tim will admit that he is happy they noticed he went missing- even if it was three months too late. Not that it mattered much. The rest of the Bats wanted nothing to do with him. The world only saw him as a young easy wallet as a shiny new CEO. And his friends were all dead or convinced he was insane by Dick.

Tim didn't have anyone to notice he was gone anymore. But Bruce needed him to push through the ache and get him home.

As the Robin who Bruce trained to put the mission first no matter the cost, the one that came after Jason's death so, Bruce stopped allowing himself to think of Robin as a son and more along the lines of a soldier; he quickly shut down the crying child that wailed for someone to believe him, to support him.

Sometimes it felt like Tim was still waiting by the door of Drake Manor, waiting for someone to come and care for him, to stay for him.

The door to his room opens, snapping Tim back to the present. He automatically stiffens, expecting more of the League of Assassins. He can't remember much, but he guessed he was captured by the fact he was sitting in a green glowing water.

He was not, however, expecting a Yeti to walk in, reading a clipboard.

The Yeti looks up, bearing its teeth at Tim when he notices him awake. It takes a moment to realize the action is supposed to be a smile. "Great One's Honored Guest, I am so glad you have awakened. I am FrostBite, your doctor for the remainder of your recovery."

Okay. Ra's has Yetis at his disposal.

He was the only person that Tim knew as the "Great One." Usually, his most loyal operatives too, which means he was deep within Ra's territory.

FrostBrite pauses for a response, but when Tim remains silent, he holds up his board. "It seems to me that most of your wounds have healed. The only problem is that your spleen could not be salvaged due to the damage."

Tim fights to keep the despair off his face. He figured that was the case, seeing as Ras's had it in a jar, but he had hoped.

"...I understand this may be a difficult adjustment. You will always have to be careful when being ill. Even a simple cold could be disastrous." Frostbite steps close, taping one giant claw on the tub's edge. "The Great One has ordered we keep consistent Ecoplasm Baths at the ready for the remainder of your natural life."

Fuck. The Yeti is saying Ra will never let him leave again. It's a threat disguised as a offer of help.

Tim glares down at his hands. They lay within Lazarus' water, gently healing his small scars. This must be some of the purest Lazarus he's ever seen. It must be Ra's own special blend.

The only reason he is wasting it on Tim is that Ra's wants an heir from him. Or for him to become the Heir. He doesn't know, which makes him feel worse but he does know what lust looks like.

It's one that Ra's has aimed at him for too long.

He may as well get this over with. Learn as much as he can. Plan an escape. The best way to do all that is to simply ask.

"When is the wedding?"

Frostbite freezes. "I beg your pardon? Whos wedding?"

"Th Great One and mine" because the madman would never allow a bastard to inherit his empire.

"You and the Great One....are paramours?" Frostbite sounds awe. Shoot his medic doesn't know anything. The Yeti is likely low ranking.

Tim looks away, and the giant white creature jerks into action. "I apologize for not treating the Great One's beloved properly. I shall have servants bring up a meal while you soak. And the finest robe we have! Sweets and messages....offers of gold?....humans always like gold."

He waits until the Yeti leaves, mumbles of giving him the royal treatment echoing in his wake. Tim sighs, sinking into the water. He knows he is being watched as that's what he would do, so for now he needs to stay put and heal.

He's never going to get Bruce back if he acts too rashly without knowing where he is and what else Ra has under his control. Yetis were no easy feat to beat on his own. He like to avoid....a vampire or something too.

Half an hour later, FrostBite returns with the promised meal and change of clothes. Smaller Yetis help him dress in threads of the finest silks. They feel like heaven on his sensitive skin. Tim feels soft and warm all over, pampered beyond belief.

It's been so long since he just had a moment to rest.

He asks for a walk which he is only permitted after Frostbites clears him. It's while he is wandering that he realizes he is in some winter castle. Everywhere he looks, there is ice, snow, and yetis.

He notices all the guards and makes mental maps of possible weak spots. He wonders why he's not freezing despite only being in a thin silk robe. A form of magic?

A few yetis- servants he can tell by their mannerisms- bow as he wanders about. He can't tell where he is based on the sun or the environment. It's....somehow different.

"That's him?" A young female voice asks. He turns his head slightly to catch the speaker in his provisional vision. It's one of the smaller Yetis....he assumes she's a child? Hard to tell when she still towers over him. "The Great One's future spouse?"

"Yes, I heard King Frostbite, himself, tell the Head Butler"

"He's weak," another Yeti says with disapproval. He sounds male but young as well. Not even a teenager. "He does not even have a core."

"He is a human." A much older voice replies. She sounds like Tim's age based on vocal cords. "Humans are not meant to have cores. Despite this he is a formidable fighter. He has to be to have attracted the Great One's eye."

"Maybe not. I heard humans enjoy being cared for like children. They even call partners things like Mommy and Daddy."

"Why?" The boy Yeti sounds horrified.

"Apparently it's seen as attractive"

"That's disgusting."

Tim turns a corner cutting off the conversation as the Yetis snap to attention. They bow low at the waist as he walks by.

He nods at them, which seems to startle a lot of them. Not that he's surprised. The AL Ghuls likely treated them like decorations and never fully acknowledged them.

Tim barely hears the young boy gasp. "He's beautiful."

"That's likely why the Great One is so bestowed."

Tim sighs walking back to his room with a escape plan half formed.

Elsewhere, the rumor mill in the Ghost Zone is running over time as news of King Phantom's human husband-to-be is spread far and wide. Leaders of the Ghost Zone quickly prepare for a ball that will likely be called to celebrate the union.

They have gifts gathered, each wanting to gain favor with the King. The Far Frozen gets overwhelming requests to visit the future Consort, but seeing as King Phantom had to return to the human world, thus leaving his fiancé in their care, they reject all. They do not want the boy to be overwhelmed or caught unawares if he is not tried in any form of politics.

It would not allow him to become a threat to the King's authority's pawn.

This led to even more rumors starting.

By the time they reached John Constine- the only human who has any form of contact with the Realms- the word is that King Phantom's human was currently carrying their child, wanting to marry before the baby was born, and that he was running from a group of humans known as "The Bats."

He was as beautiful as the King Phantom was powerful- which meant he was utterly breathtaking for a human- and that King Phantom was currently in the human world hunting down those who threaten his family.

Across the dimension plane, Danny is blissfully unaware of the misunderstanding as he is busy filling out college scholarship applications. He has only one more year before he graduates, but he would like to go somewhere away from Amity Park.

The Wayne Scholarship is a long and lengthy process, but it will be worth it. A full ride with board and meals? Yes, the housing will be in Gotham but it's a small price to pay.

He wonders if his number one fan has awakened. Frostbite would have contacted him if his guest had escaped the coma.

Tim Drake had been asleep for nearly a week, only kept healthy due to Danny bathing him in his Protective Core ectoplasm and the Yeti's multi-species medical knowledge. As it were, Tim appeared to only be taking a small nap, none of the adverse effects of long slumber appearing on his thin body, but Danny was getting worried.

At this point, he didn't even care how Tim knew his secret. He just wanted him to be alright.

A flash of green light causes Danny to spring away from his laptop, body falling into a natural fighter's stance only to blink at the giant gift wrap present laying on his bed. Cautiously he inspects the gift finding it from Princess Dora.

"May your love lead the Realms into a wonderous future, and may your union bear many children." He reads the small note she had attracted to her gift "What children?"

Pulling open the gift, he stares at two sets of King robes decorated with rubies shaped into snowflakes. More miniature robes and a few booties surround the pair, obviously meant as a family gift.

Tuck to the side of the box is a long and deadly-looking sword. It's pitch black, with a scull as a handle. Dora had tired a scroll to its blade, where she had written My armies are ready to yield to you. You need only to swing this sword, and they shall come to your aid. The Bats will not harm your treasure.

What in the world?

#dcxdpdabbles #dc x dp crossover #Phantom's number 1 fan #Tim unleased a love story onto the beings of enterity #Danny is super confused #Somewhere John is freaking out about a possible war #Tim does not remember stopping at Danny's

[ghostreblogging]

Omg like I had this dream about it yesterday. So what if batfam decided nope we're gonna ghost proof this house. And in the way they did it, they didn't use blood blossoms, ectoranium etc (blood blossoms are extinct and hard to find in large quantities and ectoranium is a space metal that nobody knows exist yet or confused with kryptonite) They used magic, so it's little less noticable.

And Tim decides to Invite his new friend over, aka Danny Fenton . Said friend refuses to touch anything while there. He wouldn't sit, eat food, or touch any of the occupants. And when he finally accidentally touches something, the spell works and he is captured with glowing chains or straight up thrown back into the infinite realms.

Danny finally has time for normal teenager shit. He managed slowly go through the bureaucratic shithole that is the infinite realms politics and he managed to come out with his sanity intact. Phantom is no longer a menace but a hero that tragically gave himself up to seal all of the Infinite realms (that is kinda true he did go through a nightmare to make sure ghosts didn't attack the living world and had to do the equivalent of centuries worth of paperwork to do that.)

And all things considered ghosts are a thing of the past for most people. ( He hopes that the ones he allows through keep their oaths and stay hidden)

And he can finally be a normal teenager again, albeit in Gotham of all places. But the death in the city masks his more inhuman traits and he really didn't wanna go through another paper work stuff to register himself as a meta without the meta gene, he would have to do that later though.

But he can do that later, he's on a vacation and he's not doing that.

-_-_-_-

He is standing in the doorway. People around him are getting their umbrellas and sadly he doesn't have one. He was debating internally if he should just go or go back to the lost and found for an umbrella.

He was waiting for Tim as he agreed to come for dinner. The car ride to the Wayne manor was calm, filled with few words.

All changed when he came to find the whole manor was covered in intricate magical circles and traps. He saw atleast few that straight up sent him to the dark parts of the realms and he didn't want to touch that. And as much as he wanted to straight up escape, Tim had been asking for multiple days.

So as much as he wanted to flee, his social skills are shit and he didn't want to risk the awkwardness afterwards.

So he tried his best. Didn't touch the ground floated slightly above it, didn't touch the furnitures cuz apparently it was considered part of the house, couldn't touch the walls. Couldn't even touch the residents before setting the alarms off.

He thinks he pulled it off. Of course he pulled it off everything was going smoothly and he just has to make sure he has everyone in the room in his sights and float a bit. Well until the actual dinner. He couldn't touch the food and he looked quite akward so much so Tim whispers to him.

"You okay? You aren't touching your food."

"Oh I'm okay, it's just-" before he could even start with his sorrowful excuses, someone someone grabs his arm, again it wouldn't have been a problem too it would only raise the alarm, until he is pushed down into the chair thus triggering multiple traps .

Big golden chains appear and he is arleady out of the chair by then. He opens a window and turns to say sorry but he accidentally trips over another trap and is pulled into the realms. He should probably cross Tim out of his list of friends.

-_-_-_-

Tim's friend just fell through a portal, should probably call Constantine about that.

Dick was the first one to speak up after the silence that incued.

"Did we just banish Tim's new friend to the shadow realm?"

"Wait why did he trigger the alarm? He didn't seem all that ghostly, was he like Jason"

"Probably. We probably won't see him again, do we just. . . Push the blame onto Constantine?"

" We are heroes-"

"And how the heck are we supposed to enter the realms anyway? And escape! Constantine greatly expressed that portal was one way only"

*Tommorow*

They see Danny just waltzing through Gotham and they pull him aside.

"What the fuck. You got pulled into the shadow realm yesterday! How do you even trigger the alarms"

Danny who arleady went through the five stages of denial and how tf am I gonna explain "oh you see i am a warlock of....uhhhh

I didn't think this far

OH PHANTOM. THE GREAT PHANTOM"

And after a very stressful meeting with batman and the entire JL dark members cuz apparently his alter ego became a big deal without his agreement.

Where he

Had to speed learn how to create duplicates

Had to fight off a few ghost lawyers cuz they wanted to be a part of "the very important meeting of importance"

Got asked to do magic (he's still learning okay?)

He panicked tried to sell one of his powers as a spell or him just having the copy of his patrons power.

More people got worried about him supposedly creating a contract with a very powerful new unknown diety

Got into the JL dark as a warlock

People apparently trusts him now???? As FENTON??????

Apperantly showing off weaker version of patrons power was a bad idea cuz he greatly overestimated the power limit.

He is a powerful warlock of a powerful "demon"?

WHAT THE FUCK DO U MEAN I- MY PATRON IS NOT A DEMON

"so what is he"

Uhhhhhh a guardian spirit?

Uunhuun soo it's phantom right.?? Leme do some research

WHAT DO U MEAN PHANTOM IS APPARENTLY A GOD AND IS KNOWN GLOBALY FOR BEING THE GOD OF HEROES??

Wait . . . . Clockwork. Oh my god.

Now he is the number one call up magic person for the bats now.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #dp x dc #danny phantom au #is this done yet? #danny phantom crossover #batman #dc x dp

[geraldmariaivo]

I recently saw a DP/DC post about Jason being Danny’s bio dad, and I want to spit out my own idea of it:

1) Jason doesn’t know he has a kid. He’ done a lot of shady things and met a lot of shady people, and you can’t tell me he remembers every night of it.

2) Danny knows he’s adopted, he just doesn’t care.  3) Danny suddenly has to care one day because of Ghost Prince legality reasons where he needs his parent/gaurdian to sign something important because he’s a child, and Clockwork refuses to. Obviously he can’t bring this to Jack&Maddie, and Jazz isn’t old enough to sign either, so he tries to find his biological parents to maybe only slightly bully this hapless civilian into signing a piece of paper that says Danny *can* sign things, and then fuck off. 

4) Danny sets off to find his bio-parents only to find that his mother is dead and not a ghost, and his father is somewhere in Gotham. Which is where the Bats are. 

5) With a bit of help from his court and Wulf, Danny scours the city to find whoever the hell this “Jason” is, because just knowing his first name clarifies very little in a city like Gotham.

6) A few of the court physicians accompanies this search party because they’re headed to Gotham, and there’s no telling what kind of bullshit will happen, even if there’s no ecto-weaponry within a hundred miles.

7) One of the oldest physicians encounters Red Hood, and is immediately revolted by the nasty-ass ectoplasm they haven’t seen since Pariah was locked up the first time. Naturally their first impulse is to get this absolutely wretched ectoplasm out of this human as soon as possible.

8) Jason, naturally, doesn’t trust this glowing green person who makes the Pit writhe and try to get away. As such, he makes getting any kind of ghostly medical attention as difficult as possible.

9) Medic #1 gives up doing it solo, and conscripts the other medical personnel to help them effectively pin Jason (now out of costume) down while they filter out the nasty shit and replace it with clean ectoplasm from the Realms so his body doesn’t go through shock from suddenly having no ectoplasm.

10) Jason is still riled up and suspicious as hell, but he does notice that the Pit isn’t really there anymore. There’s still something there, but it’s not the constant anger he’s learned to live with. It’s calm, almost peaceful, actually. It takes all of two seconds listening to them giving out instructions to realize that they’re behaving like actual, good doctors giving out real medical advice. They repeat themselves when needed, and make sure to go over the whole of their instructions thrice to make sure he knows what they’re saying. It’s incredibly weird for Jason, but if drinking this weird not-pit-water stuff once a week or if he’s craving it from this weird glowing container is what keeps the Pit from bothering him 24/7, then so be it.

11) Jason asks what the actual fuck these people are doing here, because Metas generally know to stay away from Gotham.

12) They explain that they’re ghosts, and that they’re with a search party looking for a man with the first name Jason, and is likely to have black hair, blue eyes, or both.

13) Jason immediately puts together that they’re looking for him, because he knows his life well enough that he knows there’s no hope that the Jason they’re looking for is some random civilian who happens to have black hair and blue eyes.

14) Jason asks why they want to find this man, and if they have a way to confirm whether or not the person they find is actually the person they’re looking for. He nearly has a stroke when they say that they need him to sign some important thing because his son -which, WHAT?!?! When did he have one of those?!?!?!- is the High Prince of the Infinite Realms, whatever the fuck that means, but can’t sign official documents into law since he’s a minor.

15) Jason, against his better judgement, tells them his name, and says it’s possible that he’s the Jason they’ve been looking for.

16) He is right.

17) Jason has to grapple with the fact that he not only had a son he didn’t know about, but the son also died before he could meet the kid, and then apparently became the prince of the dead. 

18) Somewhere in this time, Danny (as Phantom) finds out about the nasty Lazarus water from his physicians, and tells Jason that Amity Park is a place where he can find much better ectoplasm if the man needs it for health reasons, and that he just needs to contact the right people. Preferably one of the local vigilantes rather than the Drs. Fenton.

Timeskip (how far depends on what you want to do in the meantime)

19) Red Hood goes to Amity park on Bat business. This is where Danny and Jason each find out about the clusterfuck that is the other’s life.

20) Shenanigans.

#i made this post #dp x dc #jason todd #danny fenton #danny phantom

[the-dc-trash]

“Die for You.”

summary: Jason is having complicated… feelings for (Name)— and they are so hard to articulate when he is so deep inside her

Tags: NSFW, sexual content, AFAB reader, she/her pronouns, degradation (a small bit), praises, spitting, spanking (just one time), unprotected sex, dropping of L-Bombs, friends to lovers

Note: this is a repost! It kind of flopped when I posted this yesterday so I’m reposting it 😭 this is a second part to to the first post!

Jason Todd noticed it.

He always does, no matter how small the detail is, he can see her in a different light after that night, after making the small friend with benefits arrangement when he pumped her full with his cum.

The next few months, God, he was starting to notice it. She's glowing. The nights of her pussy milking his cock empty, she has this glow that he prides himself in because he made her feel that way after taking her ability to walk for the next following days.

But it's more than sex now, Jason thinks. He needs her, he needs to hear her voice every single day, he need (Name) on his side to ramble on her day, he can't do this friends with benefits anymore, fucking hell- Jason needs (Name).

Jason wants to look at her everyday, she's a painting, a masterpiece rather, with lots of perfections and imperfections, from the way how her watercolor eyes looks so good under the sunset rays, her lips that always curved up perfectly everytime her gaze landed on him, and her hands- they fit so perfectly to his that Jason wonders what would it be like to hold them everyday.

Jason loves her- wait. He stopped himself when he saw he's been staring her quietly as she tells her day about seeing a fat orange cat. She's so adorable, what the fuck.

Jason, that's your friend, don't fuck it up.

—

"Jason." (Name) moaned when Jason pushed her head down in the bed, his cock pounds inside her pussy to feel her slickness coating him as he fucked her hard into the mattress like a beast in a heat, this was new, it was like he's frustrated when he's fucking her from behind that she could only mewl and squirm, gripping the sheets below her to take whatever Jason was giving her.

And he feels frustratingly good when he feels her cunt fluttering around him, it's like she's pulling his pulling his cock inside her so tight, not wanting his cock leave her warm pussy who's dripping wet, begging to be released. "Fuck." He groaned when she purposefully squeezed his cock to tease him, something she always does to rile him up more so she can get what she wants- and she wants it hard. “What a fucking brat."

Jason grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled it, to make (Name) gasp when her eyes meet Jason's in the mirror's reflection who's looking at her with lustful desires, his hips not stopping to fuck her good like he wants.

She's so beautiful looking like a fucked out slut. His slut.

(Name) was about to close her eyes in pleasure but Jason landed his palm on her ass harshly, her eyes shot open and mewled at the impact, obviously making his cock twitched up when she realized she liked the stinging pain it left behind. "Don't you dare close your fucking eyes.” Jason groaned and let go of her hair, his hands now grabbing the flush of her hips to pull it back to meet his unforgiving pace. “Eyes on me, baby.” He went rougher, feeling the tip of his cock brushed a spongy feeling of her spot that made her arched her back, her head resting on her arm, locking eyes with Jason in lost pleasure.

There it is. Jason Todd knows that look, a desperate look that she's close.

"Close already?" Jason mocked her before leaning to pressed his chest down on her bare back and kiss her shoulder that made her whine softly. (Name) nodded feverishly, her mind couldn't comprehend a single coherent thought when she can feel him so deep inside her. Jason returned to his position to feel her deep again, his eyes looked down to her ass, watching his cock slicked with her own arousal goes in and out of her pussy, and Goddamn, Jason was mesmerized by the sight of how she takes him so well. His line of thoughts were disturbed when she lets out a small desperate mewl and he looked back at her in the reflection and smirked at the sight of a poor (Name) all fucked out.

"Please, Jason, I wanna cum so bad." (Name) moaned, desperately moving her hips to meet his and chase her oncoming orgasm, his eyes watched her features contorting to pleasure, ready to release in any given moment - to which the dark-haired man pulled out abruptly. He wants to see her come undone, her pretty face always gets to him when he make her see heaven.

"Jason!" (Name) groaned, feeling empty without his cock inside her. Jason didn't bother to answer her when he flipped her to her back and drag her lower half to the edge of the bed to which where he stands now. Jason postioned her legs to rest on his upper body, her ankles rested on his broad shoulders, and his hands hold onto her thighs to lift her hips up, her slit is positioned to Jason's erected cock and pushed in without trouble.

He stilled, hissing at the feeling of her warm pussy enveloping him again, a experience he would never get sick and tired of. If Jason moves now, he'd cum on the spot and that would be fucking embarrassing.

Slowly, he sets out a slow pace, his eyes looking at her expression.

Jason will always adore that beautiful sight of (Name) right now, who's lost again to the feeling of him filling her up whole, but he frowned when her eyes are closed again, she knew Jason loves eye contact and he'll always make sure he gets what he wants from her. "Hey," he patted her cheek with his large hand, careful not to hurt but enough for her to to open her eyes. "I said, eyes on me." He grabbed her jaw and his thumb rested her lower lip, as if telling her to open them.

(Name) obliged, her lips parting for him and Jason leaned down, puckering his lips to let a gobble of spit down to her open mouth, watching it in amazement when she moaned in delight, eagerly swallowing it with a lazy smile while looking up to him. There she is with the eye contact. Fuck.

Jason growled. He roughly moved her a bit up so he can rest his knees to the bed and wrapped her legs around his waist to feel her deeper and harder, just like how they both always wanted.

"You're being such a good girl for me." Jason groaned, praising her and sweet tight pussy, his hips not faltering from pounding her and his hands on her waist tightly, watching (Name) under his hold. "Good." Thrust. "Fucking." Thrust. "Girl.”

So fucking beautiful- when he praises her like that, how she melts at those simple praises. And she looks so damn pretty with (Name) looking like a gift sent for Jason to spend his time and efforts, to have her moaning his name like it's the only word she knows under him.

Her hair is a mess, her mascara is running down her cheeks, her lips letting out melody of moans and mewls because of him, her perfect tits bouncing when he fucked her so hard. He can feel himself close just by the sight of her lost on the feeling of his cock plunging deep inside her. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

"Jason." (Name)'s hand began to wander down and she rubbed her clit in front of him. This made the dark-haired vigilante smiled down at her, absolutely loving she's giving him a show for him to watch.

"Yeah? You like that?" Jason rolled his hips slowly like he's tracing his name on her pussy, marking it for his own, he's so obsessed of her that he couldn't help to do this everytime they fucked, and the best part is?

She enjoyed it, she loves it, and she lets him.

"Mhm." She panted out, her eyes looking down and watch how he rolled his hips so smoothly against her before switching back again to rough pounding her sweet cunt- this made her moan at the sight of it and feel herself getting wetter and closer to peak that euphoric feeling again. "Mhm? Yeah? You like playing with yourself?" Jason watched her moan, he's all sweaty but his stamina is something she always take serious for. (Name) could only nod and lifted her hips to meet his pace, always so needy and desperate for him to fill her up again and again.

He couldn't hold it in. So Jason rested his arms on the side of her head, his pace roughing up and captured her lips with his own that made him groan, she taste so sweet- fuck. "Jason," she whined against their kiss. “Wanna cum with you, please, please? Inside.” She pleaded and Jason groaned lowly at the sound of her helpless pleas. He pulled away and looked deep to her eyes, he can make out everything about her, from her long eyeslashes, her cute nose, her lips.

Jason doesn't want to let (Name) go- he just can't let her go and have other men have her that way he's having (Name) right now, he would rather die again if that was the case. "(Name).” Jason panted out, his brows furrowing, the hold she has on him dawned on him that he groaned at the thought of it, he's not complaining anyways. "Fuck you."

He getting close, and so was she that (Name) could only smile up to him with half-lidded eyes when he cussed her out. She's so pretty, it hurts.

With a few more thrust, (Name) came around his cock with a lewd moan of his name and Jason pupils dilated watching her cumming to his cock that he couldn't help it and bury his face on the crook of her neck.

"I love you." Jason groaned - And ropes of cum shot inside her pussy, his hips stuttering, his whole body getting weak and Jason puts down his weight on her, taking a deep few breaths but he didn't pulled out just yet.

Oh fuck. He said it. He didn't mean to- whatever, just out with it.

They both went silent, besides the heavy breathing, it was... quiet. The weight of his words finally sinking to (Name) and squirmed under his weight to get comfortable. "Uh... Jason you kind of slipped -"

"Shut up." He pressed his lips on her neck. " know what I said." Jason grumbled, his arms wrapping around her body to stop her from moving.

"And I mean it. I love you." the word is so foreign to him. "why do you have to come-" she snorted at that but Jason decided to ignore that. "And ruin me? You and your whole existence is a thorn on my side." Jason bit her neck, leaving a small love bite. "Don't even answer that." He said, he's not feeling to hear whatever witty retort from her right now.

"|... fuck- this was too fast, i'm sorry." Jason pulled back and watched her with rueful smile. "But damn it, fuck you, (Name), I want you. Not just your body. I want you. So let me take you out on a date and let me treat you the way you deserve, unlike those douchebags you go after." He means that, it may be a bad time for them to go heart to heart right now when he's still literally inside her, but if not now, when? He just doesn't want to be a friend she's fucking, he wants to be more than that to her. It's obvious that Jason doesn't have any experience in these kind of fields before, but whatever, he thinks.

(Name) wasn't expecting this but she laughs softly that made him smiled softly at the sound of her voice. This is such a stupid confession." Jason shrugged. "Hey, it's unique."

"I would love to." (Name) looked at him with a smile and Jason felt like all his stress melted just by looking at her with that damn smile.

But of course, Jason who's not an expert yet in any romantic field does what he needs to do.

"… good, but let's think about our date tomorrow." He pushed his hips again, feeling her again and grinned when she shot him a look but her moan said otherwise that made his cock harden again. “Sorry, (Name), you're just to die for.”

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Moonlight

PAIRINGS:

Titans!Jason todd x reader

SUMMARY:

Bruce has taken in Jason Todd as his youngest son and the new robin some months ago, Bruce’s goddaughter also came back to Gotham after being away for a year.

Some months after meeting Jason she starts a friends with benefits relationship with him, suddenly Jason has to move to the Titans tower and two weeks later Bruce sends her too, but, why is Jason ignoring her and acting like he doesn’t know her and why does it get worse when Rose Wilson arrives to the tower??

A/N: in this story Dick and Jason will not have such a big age gap as they do in the show, Dick will be 23 while Jason will be 19, but for the sake of the plot it will, also ignore that there’s already a dc character called moonlight, also the powers I made up for her make no sense at all but we’ll have to deal with it.

TWS: slow burn, angst, blood, canon violence, mentions of death, anxiety, jealousy, friends to friends with benefits to enemies to lovers?, maybe death of a main character (haven’t decided yet) change of plot

Keep in mind that English is not my first language, I also know nothing about guns, human anatomy or fighting in the language so I'm sorry if I make a lot of mistakes

Story Masterlist / Main Masterlist

Superman by Eminem was playing as the car Bruce sent to get you from the airport approached the gothic styled manor you hadn't seen in a year or so, the way everything looked the same brought you a sense of comfort, you knew Dick wasn’t Robin anymore, you were really close to Dick and he had told you all about how Bruce was a bad father and how he didn’t want to become him, you understood him, although you couldn’t help but feel bad for Bruce, you knew he was trying his best and he may not have been the best father, but he was a great godfather, it probably was because he wasn’t 100% responsible of you, he didn’t have to teach you about emotions, life, problems, or shit like that, he just had to spoil you and talk to you, so it was probably easier for him.

As you grew closer to the manor you noticed that Bruce and Alfred were already waiting for you by the door with some guy, he looked a little bit younger than you, but not too much, you couldn’t see him very well from the distance, but he seemed to be in casual clothes so you assumed he lived here, he was probably another stray that Bruce took in after Dick left so you paid it no mind. Eventually you arrived to the mansion and you could cry, it had been a year since you had last seen Bruce and Alfred, it had been a year since your dad had died, he was the only parent you ever knew, your mom wasn’t a deadbeat who abandoned you or anything like that, but she wasn’t “normal” she had special abilities (which you also have) that you didn’t know were special until you showed them to a boy in kindergarten and made him cry out of fear, at that moment you didn’t get why the boy had cried when you just tried to show him how your hands could glow, you then got a long talk from your mom about how most people don’t have the same abilities as you, therefore you have to keep them a secret, otherwise people would be scared or even worse it would put you at risk because there were bad people who wanted those abilities for themselves. You learned to take the talk seriously when your mom got killed by some scientist who wanted to have her powers and it was all thanks to not hiding them too well, leaving your dad and yourself on your own.

The sound of the car’s door opening pulled you out of your thoughts, and you immediately started getting off the car, you started walking towards the entrance of the Manor and all of the memories came flooding back making you emotional, you approached Bruce and just crashed into him with a hug, he became stiff, but he tried to comfort you as you cried in his arms, you hadn’t seen him ever since your dad had died, you had ran away from your problems and went to Europe for a year thinking it would help, but it didn’t, you were completely alone at Europe, at least here in Gotham you had Bruce and Dick and Alfred, you weren’t completely alone, but over there you were, and it just made you realize how much you missed and appreciated them.

When you calmed down, you moved on to Alfred who looked just as neat as always and also hugged him tight, after all Alfred reminded you of a loving grandfather and always gave you comfort, Alfred pulled away and excused himself to bake your favorite desserts, just like he always did whenever you were sad, it all felt so familiar that you felt comfort for the first time in a year. After hugging Bruce and Alfred and breaking down you realized there was still a boy who probably didn’t know who you were and had to witness you being a mess as his first impression of you, poor boy probably would be really uncomfortable after seeing a stranger come into his house and break down while he just stood there, the thought of it made you feel embarrassed making the atmosphere really awkward as you just stood staring at each other not knowing what to do, or say, Bruce took on the tense atmosphere and started introducing you to each other in hopes that the tension would fade away. You learned that his name was Jason Todd and he had just gotten taken in a year ago, some months after you left for Europe, Bruce also told you about how he found him and how he was now the new Robin, Jason have you a short nod as his way of saying hi and then Bruce started telling him about you, he told Jason about your abilities and how you were the vigilante known as moonlight which made Jason look excited, Bruce seeing Jason’s reaction told you how he was a fan of Robin and Moonlight and it sparked a bit of pride inside of you, but then made you feel embarrassed as you realized you had probably disappointed the boy by showing him how weak you actually were.

After the introductions finished, Alfred came out telling you all to get inside and to let you go to your room and accommodate, which you thanked him, You loved Bruce and Jason seemed nice, but you were exhausted after flying and you just wanted to get some rest, Alfred guided you to your room as if you hadn’t bern there a thousand times and insisted on carrying your luggage for you even though you said you could handle it.

“Here we are Miss (Y/N), you already know where Master Bruce’s and my rooms are in case you need anything, and if you ever need Master Jason his room is the one that’s right in front of yours in Master Dick’s old room .”

You thanked Alfred who excused himself and went to the kitchen and you decided you were too tired to unpack and that you would do it tomorrow, so you took the book you were reading and your headphones out of your bag and laid down to read a bit, you were really tired and after some pages your eyes started to get really heavy and you felt yourself drifting off to sleep.

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[inthememetime]

Alfred finds and adopts three homeless teens while the whole of the Batclan is away, the three teens are of course The Fentons. Alfred on the other hand had been dealing with a bit of Empty Nest Syndrome and takes the trio in, so by the time the rest of the Batclan filters back there are three extra people in the Manor but the Fentons deliberately ghost the rest of the residents.

I love this for four reasons:

The potential for Alfred, who wishes Bruce would stop adopting small violent children, realizing that HE is the same.

You can't tell me Alfred, Danny, Dani, and Jazz won't be BFFs. Jazz is the only (mostly) sane person in this house besides him. Dani absolutely WILL spy and report on injuries in exchange for more of that casserole. Danny and Alfred have similar sarcastic wit.

"If we had a nickel for every billionaire with a secret identity we know, we would each have 2 nickels. Which isn't a lot, but weird it happened twice."

The SHENANIGANS!!!!!

Shenanigans include:

At first, Alfred doesn't tell the Batfam because they're a family of detectives. Surely they'll notice. Over time, it becomes a contest of who can make them suspect the most without being found.

Alfred either playing it off or staring with a raised eyebrow when one of the Batfam asks why/if he's talking to himself.

Jazz can only be turned invisible in the nick of time so many times before somebody finds out about her. "It says here, Ms. Fenton, that you have a brother?" "Yes, Danny. He died. But don't worry, he got better!"

When Tim is forbidden caffeine for a week, Danny drinks his coffee super fast or Dani replaces it with chamomile tea with black food coloring.

Dani: "You know Dick, you really shouldn't do that."

Dick, after a moment of panic, realizing there's nothing in the room with him. "....God?"

Dani, realizing how much chaos she can cause: "yeah, that's me! God."

Danny and Dani take turns being human just to walk past open doors. They all look enough alike to Tim, Dick, Damien, and a young Jason in uncertain light that the rest of the fam has to do double takes.

When someone calls Constantine over as a favor, he takes 2 steps into the manner, says no, and RUNS.

"So I've heard the voice of God, and it sounds like a 14-year-old girl."

"....how hard did Bane hit you again?"

"God says Jason is the one who stole your book."

"...right ok."

Bruce decides he's gonna go be Batman while wounded. He snuck out, so Al calls his Secret Ghost Squad.

Batman is repeatedly interrupted (*cough* saved) by 2 OP glowing metas. Constantine will no longer cross Gotham's borders.

Danny: "You need more ectoplasm. You're a growing half-ghost."

Jason: *shoots the wall* "WHAT THE FUCK WHO WAS THAT?!"

Danny: would you believe it was God?

Jason: NO

Jason figures it out first because he's being parented by a dead guy. He actually doesn't mind that much because he gets to visit the GZ

Cass figures out second because she's observant.

Dick figures it out third by spraying 'God' with paint. He then realizes he attacked an invisible creature that can go through walls with no idea how to fight it.

Tim figures it out by deliberately putting salt in his coffee to see what would happen.

Damien finds Cujo. He is Upset that Cujo already has an owner. Danny tells Damien in exchange for Damien to stop yelling insults at him. (Dani calls him Weak for this, and tells Damien 15 minutes later because he thought she was calling HIM weak and had Opinions)

"Oh shit."

Steph bribes the 'house spirits' for prank help, and then tricks them. They tell her out of Respect.

Duke starts talking to himself about star output on his homework, gets stuck, and SpaceBoi helps. Duke's 10 minutes into stars actually being interesting for once before he realizes he's talking to a ghost.

Bruce has been introduced to them by Jazz. Alfred made her after the 4th sleepless night due to researching the surprise metas.

Dani: its cool dude, but now I have to go prank Tim. Bye!

Vlad shows up for a private meeting with Bruce Wayne. The ghosties reveal themselves in order to kick his ass.

Alfred is the only person who can get away with calling Danny 'Daniel' and Dani 'Danielle'. Anyone else has Serious Regrets.

The Joker breaks Alfred's leg in a bombing. He's never seen again. Danny, Dani, and Jazz are a little TOO innocent

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[samgirl98]

Mending a Family 37/?

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Happy Death Day, Jason! Have some suffering

The snow was finally thawing, and it was getting warmer. (Winter lasted longer up north.) Though cold and miserable sometimes, Jason felt better as the days lasted longer. Things were looking up.

Then April 27th hit.

The day hit him like a wrecking ball. It’s not as if he had completely forgotten about the day he got murdered, but it had fallen on the back burner as he spent the days with his new family and practiced his new powers.

His body was lethargic when he woke up that morning. Jason could barely move. He felt his bones grinding against each other. He felt as if they were breaking like…like that day as that monster beat him with a crowbar. The only thing that would distract him from the feel of broken bones was the licking of an explosion on his skin, the feel of lack of oxygen in his lungs…

Jason heard the door to his room opening. He couldn’t turn his head; it felt too heavy.

“Daddy,” a small voice said, “are you okay?”

Jason wished he could reassure Danny.

I’m fine, chum, he wanted to say. Daddy’s just feeling a little under the weather—nothing to worry about.

Jason could hardly blink away the tears falling down his cheek.  

He lost track of time after that. When he came to again, the pain of broken bones had dissipated, but it was getting harder and harder to breathe. His lungs were full of smoke, his throat burned, and the tears felt good on his hot skin.

A cool weight on his arm helped bring him back a little. He suddenly noticed a red blob above him. As Jason’s eyesight cleared, he saw Jazz’s worried face. In her hand was a thermos.

“Hey, Jay. I won’t ask how you’re feeling, but the ecto in this thermos will help you feel better. Think you’ll be able to swallow?”

Jason’s throat burned worse at the thought of swallowing.

Jazz didn’t wait for an answer; she picked up Jason’s head and put it on her shoulder. She opened the thermos and poured a glowing, green liquid that reminded him of Lazarus' water into the thermos cup. She put the cup to Jason’s lips and dribbled some into barely parted lips.

She rubbed her fingers to Jason’s throat to encourage the citrusy-tasting liquid to go down.

After finishing the drink, Jason felt a little more alert. It was both a blessing and a curse. He could recognize Danny’s weight on his arm and hear Jazz’s calm breathing, but he was more aware of his feelings and the sensations he felt when he had died.

“Danny’s first death day was terrible, too. This is the first time you’ve experienced your death anniversary as a full halfa. Don’t worry; Danny’s second one was better. This time, his third one showed almost no symptoms. From what I could tell, he was just a bit tired.”

“Following that logic, your next one should be less bad. Danny told me the first time it felt as if he was relieving his death over and over again. I’m sorry you’re going through that, Jay. We should’ve explained this was going to happen to prepare you a little. I completely forgot, though.”

Jason could infer what a ‘death day’ was, but he still opened his mouth to ask.

“Shh, rest, big brother. You need your strength. Danny and I will explain later. I’ll be here to watch over you. Sleep.”

Jason couldn’t help but close his eyes. He felt comforted by his little family.

As the feeling of fire left his skin and he could breathe easier, Jason fell into a deep, dark oblivion he welcomed with open arms.

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Red Robin and Robin flinched as Batman’s fist crunched under the goon’s face.

They both knew it wasn’t Batman who had been injured.

Red Robin had decided to patrol with Robin and Batman. He knew the date, coupled with Jason’s disappearance, would negatively affect Batman’s judgment. It was his job to keep Batman in line.

“Batman,” Red Robin called out as he hit the man’s face for the third time, “that’s enough. He’s unconscious.”

“Hn,” Batman dropped the man and handcuffed him. The man’s head lolled to the side.

Batman deployed his grappling gun and disappeared into the air.

“Was he this bad when Todd first died?”

Tim stared into the darkness his father had disappeared into.

“Worse,” he said before going after Batman.

Robin stared at the beaten goon for a second, contemplating. Then, he, too, followed his father. Todd needed to come home soon.

So, good news, I haven't updated not because of my depression or illnesses but because I moved from a little apartment we had been living in since I was a child into a house and also because I have a new job that I love!

Anyway hoped you liked this chapter.

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DPx DC crossover ⚠️trigger warning graphic content⚠️

Ok we know the bit of danny has to flee from the GIW after getting cut open and shit. If you want more angst make it his parents. Then he flees to the ghost zone and ends up through a portal leading him to the dcu. So now I want to propose danny thinking it was vlads portal and with being deloris from bleeding out and being extremely tired dosnt relize he isnt in vlads mansion no he is in Wayne mannor.

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Danny couldnt keep breathing it was draining to much of his focuse. His lungs burned as they deflated and his heart stopped beating. But danny couldnt pay attention to it not while he was in so much pain.

Ectoplasm and crimson blood marbling and spilling from Danny's mouth and injures. Danny's vision is foggy, his only coherent thought is to run, as far as he can.

Danny's hand pressed tightly to his torso trying to hold his very human insides in his body. Danny sees the swirling green of vlads portal and makes haste flying through it stumbling his way into vlads mansion.

Danny makes through the portal not noticing the multiple sets of eyes on him. He trys to lean aginst a wall to stabilize himself. Danny's vision turns black and he collapses onto the hard wood floor, green and red pulling around him. A ring of lights flashes over him and he is forced into his human form. Danny really isnt having a good day.

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Dick, jason, tim, cass, and Damian where all sitting in one of the lounge rooms infront of a lard plasma screen TV watching a movie when a green swerling vortex appeared.

Out fell a boy that looked around Tim's age with snow white hair, glowing green eyes, and pale green skin covered on glowing freckles. He was wearing what looked to be a jump suit but a cape made of stars grabbed over his shoulders and a glowing crone that looked to be made of aroura floating over his head.

The boy collapsed to the floor without spearing the others in the room a glance. The vortex he came from closing behind him. The group of young vigilantes stare in awe as a white light washes over the boy leaving behind Bruce adopte bate.

The others stare tensely at the boy waiting a moment to see if he was going to get back up when blood marbled with Lazarus green pooled around him. Jason was tha first to snap out of his stupor rushing to the boys side tim close behind him. Dick, cass, and damian stood behind them. Jason gently flipped the kid over, and his vision burned with green.

The others in the room gasped in horror, when jason turned the boy over intestines spilled from a large Y incision running along the boys torso. Illuminated by a glowing orb in the boys chest.

"FUCK! Replacement hold his organs gently, we need to get him to the cave! Dickface call doc get her to the cave emiditly!" Jason ordered and held the boy gently in his arms tim right next to him. Holding firmly to the boys spilled organs.

Everyone moved, dick to get doc, Damian to get Bruce, cass to get alfred, tim and jason who where rushing to the cave.

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This whent longer than it was suposed to be. Anyway might continue might not. Feel free to add.

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[igotanidea]

Batboys x albino!s/o headcanons

Requested : yes

This one was truly a challenge and got me thinking. But I like nonobvious requests, so if anyone else got anything specific in mind, ask away :)

DICK

He would notice it straight away, like he is tuned into spotting extraordinary looking people

Definitely staring at first, but not in the creepy or judgmental way, rather astonished

He would love you, I mean, consider the fact that he had dated a princess from Tamaran with purple hair and eyes glowing green,

I believe he would be the one to try to get the attention of such person by showing off a bit, trying to display all his best feature to match your outstanding ones.

“Hey, let’s be friends!”

He would show you off as well, sometimes making you blush or causing a bit of a drama when you feel a bit insecure about going out or being put on the spotlight

Once you get into a relationship with him, he would be the protector, always ready to assure you how amazing you are, and that people are only talking because they are jealous

Definitely doing self-care together, he would love to help you oil your hair and moisturize the skin (face mask first!)

And on sunny days he would never let you leave the house without putting a ton of sunscreen on, always having a sun umbrella to protect you from the rays and/or a bag otf other accessories (sunglasses, hats, etc.)

Casually running fingers through your hair or stroking your skin, just because he can

JASON

I think he would be the one to miss your pale skin and unusual hair color

at first

come on, this guy has  a white hair strand in the middle of the forehead and a tone of scars, I don’t think he focuses on the looks that much

But he has to notice eventually (probably by being called to order by Dick or Tim because of how insensitive he is)

Cause yes, he may seem a bit insensitive and rough on the outside never really addressing the matter of your albinism, but we all know he cares much more than it shows

You want to go out, but feel shy? – he will hype you and kill scare off anyone who may even look at you in a judgmental way.

You want to stay home and watch movies, but get insecure because of the way the lead female character looks? – screw the movie, he will kiss you until you forget about the whole world and just believe in yourself

I strongly believe he would be the one to understand why you feel down the best of all the batboys

He would stand with you in front of the mirror, pointing out all those little things you feel insecure about and then his own

“See, baby? We match.”

forehead kisses and cuddling on the couch (he won’t let you leave, just holding in that iron-clad embrace, not that you care).

TIM

Oh my god …

He’s like a walking encyclopedia and that is not necessarily a good thing

The most open about the matter, but the most awkward about it as well.

Once he started getting interested in you as more than a friend, he read like a whole library about albinism and approaching you without causing any psychological pain or hurt

And with that he pushed the point to the other side

“You don’t need to walk on the eggshells around me, Tim! You treat me like an alien or something like this! I am a person!”

And after a little fight he would confess that in fact he likes you and therefore all that embarrassing behavior

He would be the one to create a safe space for you both, like a bubble,

He’s been judged before and kind of learn how to not care and just be happy and content with himself and is more than willing to share his methods with you

Grabbing your hands the second he notices you getting insecure, arms rubbing and temple kisses

Making you meet all his friends, who will love you the first second they saw you

DAMIAN

Oh, he’s the one to stare at you with that impenetrable gaze which also seem judgmental, but it’s just curiosity

He’s been raised by a cult of assassin, there are so many things he knows shit about

Making you blush hard, which is way too visible on your pale skin

No one can really tell what he thought when you first met.

Not saying  a single word, just gawking

Pushing your limits to the point when you either cry or yell at him and it makes him even more interested (and maybe tiniest bit sorry)

Since then, he’s been the one to spite you just to see your reaction

Slowly getting addicted to that, to the point where any other girls just seem to ordinary and he misses having you with your astounding features around

“You are a jerk, Damian!” “Why? Because I find you the most interesting person on the planet?”

And once you get together ? he would probably go everywhere with his katana

And I mean everywhere, just to scare everyone who may say a single bad word about you

No one would dare

Even when you are in a relationship, he would still stare at you at times, when you don’t see that

He just can’t seem to keep his eyes of you, but is never going to straightforwardly admit how much you mean to him

#batboys x reader #batboys x batsis #batfamily x reader #batsis #batfam x batsis #batfam x reader #dick grayson #nightwing #jason todd #red hood #timothy drake #red robin #damian wayne #robin dc #batboys x y/n #batboys x you #batfam x you #batfam #batfamily #batman #bruce wayne #dc imagine #dc x reader #batboys #dick grayson x reader #jason todd x reader #tim drake x reader #damian wayne x reader #robin x reader #red robin x reader

[captain-mj]

London Fog Latte

Y'all remember the Selkie coffeeshop au I promised??? First installment. I decided I'd rather get a short chapter out now than keep you guys waiting so here y'all go

Ghost let himself be dragged around by Jason into the coffee shop. It was named The Sealie Cafe. 

What a weird fucking pun. 

Ghost was an easy person. If it was up to him, he would’ve went to the same coffee shop he’s always went to and would continue going to that one until the day he died. However, it had changed… something. All of the tea and coffee, no matter what he got, tasted off. Not bad, off. Like they had changed suppliers or something. 

For some reason, changing cafes entirely was much easier for him than having to adjust to the horrible change. 

His friend, Jason, was talking to him, though it was a bit hard to make out his words. He spoke too fast and Ghost still felt really jet lagged. He had just come home for leave and this bastard had picked him up from the airport literally the night before. Before coming home, he had been in fucking Mexico and spent forever in a plane and he had woke him up at too fucking early o’clock to go to a coffee shop that would be open all day.

The inside of the coffee shop looked cozy. Rustic wood furniture, lots of windows to let in light, a menu that looked simplified but Ghost couldn’t put his thoughts together to read it. There was also a small display with little deserts and pastries and he considered eating for just a moment but nothing caught his fancy. 

“They have earl gray tea.” Jason decided to help him out, noticing the way Ghost’s eyes unfocused every time he looked at the board with everything on it.  

“Thanks.” He mumbled to Jason, not bothering to look at the menu any further. Ghost went to let Jason order for both of them before seeing the barista.

His nametag read Soap. Funny name. But that wasn’t where his focus was. 

Soap looked gorgeous. He had a mohawk and gold earrings, studs with a matching hoop. No rings, probably due to his job, but he had black painted nails. 

The gold was what got Ghost’s attention initially. They glittered gently as he moved, holding the light and almost glowing. 

But then he focused on him a little more. Soap had the most striking blue eyes. 

Ghost shoved Jason to the side. “One London Fog Latte and a White Mocha, please.” He caught Jason’s confusion before he put on a stupid smile. 

“Of course, what’s the name?” Soap had a scottish accent. It was thick and added some gravel to his voice. Standing this close, Ghost could also see their height difference a little better. Soap wasn’t a small man, but when put next to Ghost, he didn’t look very tall at all. He had to lean back and look up so they could make eye contact.

“Ghost.” 

“Just Ghost? That’s a funny name.” Soap teased him but wrote it on the cup. His smile didn’t quite reach his eyes, but he was working food service, Ghost couldn’t blame him. “I’ll have that right out to you.”

He felt his face heat up at the teasing but luckily he was wearing his ski mask. Blushing like an idiot in front of the hot barista would be embarrassing. 

Jason tugged his sleeve and Ghost realized he needed to get out of line. 

Soap had a smile on his face, this one seeming just a tad bit more genuine like he knew Ghost had gotten distracted by him. 

Nevermind, this was already embarrassing. 

He let Jason tug him away to a table. 

“Knew you’d think he was hot.”

“And you didn’t warn me?? I would’ve tried to look nicer.” Ghost groaned and buried his face in his hands.

Jason took a moment to look at what Ghost was wearing. Dark jeans, white shirt, leather jacket, tons of rings and bracelets that glittered. Only skin showing was his hands and wrists. 

“Dude, you literally don’t have nicer clothes than this.”

“Get fucked.” Ghost scoffed at him. 

Jason laughed. “I mean I guess you could’ve taken off your mask.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Exactly! Not like you have to worry about having a bad hair day… do you even have hair under there?” Jason smiled at him, clearly teasing. 

“Yes. I have hair. I refuse to shave it.” Ghost glanced over to Soap again. Soap swayed just a little as he made the drinks. He was captivating.

“Dude, you’re staring again.” 

Ghost quickly looked back at Jason who was smiling. 

“Is he single?”

“I don’t know man. Ask him.” Jason patted him encouragingly. Ghost stared at him, thinking of nothing he wanted less than to do that. If Soap wasn’t single, he’d have to kill himself expeditiously. He didn’t want anyone to have that guilt on their hands. 

Soap actually brought their cups to the table, something that caught Ghost off guard since that wasn’t usually what baristas did. He smiled at Ghost immediately and set the cup in front of him. Jason’s drink just got set to the side. 

Ghost grabbed the cup, not wanting to take his mask off to drink it in front of him. “Thank you.”

“Not a problem Ghost! Come back some time.” Soap winked and walked away.

Jason stared at Soap’s back as he walked away before glancing at Ghost. “I’ve never seen such blatant flirting before. How does it feel to be God’s favorite?”

Ghost blushed more. “I don’t know if that was flirting.”

“He winked.”

“Well, yeah, but maybe that’s just his personality.”

Jason stared at him before reaching for his drink. 

Ghost went to take a sip of the latte before noticing the foam. It had been shaped like a heart with lavender buds on it. Lavender wasn’t unusual for Earl Grey drinks. Not unusual at all. But the piece of honey comb was, along with the way it had clearly been made to look cute. He felt himself blush more.

Before he had an opportunity to point it out, Jason had tilted his drink to him to show that he had, in fact, not gotten the special treatment.

“Dude is flirting with you so fucking hard man.”

“Okay, maybe he is.”

#johnny soap mactavish #john price #captain john price #ghostsoap #soapghost #simon ghost riley #soap cod #cod mw2 #ghost cod #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare ii #alejandro vargas #rodolfo parra #rodolfo cod #Selkie coffeeshop au

[stealingyourbones]

Hello, first I would like to greatly apologize for any spam of likes I have sent your way because my brain decided to obsess randomly with Dp x Dc crossovers for the past few days. I'm not even into Dc comics, and I only watch Danny Phantom when I randomly it exists and the fandom pulls me back into its clutches until I'm able to finally escape only to be pulled back in a few months later. I write this to you at 1:30 am with a bag of shittily made popcorn with my cat accompanying me because my mind has decided to fall in love with Danny being taken care of by the Bat family and it's mostly you're fault. I hope you're happy. I want to kiss you so bad you have no idea. I've come up with so many scenarios and have the balls to share them with you cause I really like the way you write and since I'm not a writer I have no idea what I'm doing but here I go:

Danny and Dani are basically travelling the world, Danny would call it running from the cops but that doesn't have as nice a ring to it. (Situation can be up to you, bad reaction from parents, was framed, anything for Danny and Dani on the run with Danny having protective older brother vibes)

They end up in Gotham for a few nights to rest easily and its snowing cause I said so and theyre starving at this point. Danny's like "We need to hide and need shelter" and Dani's like "Dude look over there at that creepy mansion :D" And they have no idea that its not only very much inhabited, but a bunch of rich people live there (And the Bat family but who cares about that part)

Danny is obviously on the fence cause 1. He doesn't have a good history with rich people so why their houses and 2. They dont know whats in there what if a bunch of weirdos are staying there but they decide they're cold and need a place to rest so they fly in and luckily land in the kitchen.

The lights are off and they're to focused on finding food to notice two figures standing in the middle of the kitchen just watching them.

Dani pulls out a box of the shittiest cereal you can think that shouldn't be counted as cereal all happy "Danny, they have my favorite cereal!" And poor Danny's horrified, "Have you even ever had cereal before?"

They start rambling and then someone turns on the light its Alfred he was in the middle of boiling midnight tea for him and Tim.

And there's just 2 GLOWING awkward teens FLOATING, one's holding Bruce's 'cereal' clearly not assesing the situation and the other has a horrified expression on their face, and looks like on the verge of passing out.

Tim is way to sleep deprived thinking they're hallucinations and sits down, also on the verge of passing out, while Alfred just keeps boiling his tea.

Danny is sweating trying to figure out how hes gonna get them out if this situation and Danis just, munching on dry crappy cereal.

Albert like the God he is just fucking opens the fridge, looks Dani in the eye and asks "Would you like some milk with that, my lady?" And thats all I got out of me FOR THAT SCENARIO.

The other is I fucking forgot I took 30 mins to write all this I forgot what else I had Im so sleep deprived OH FUCK I REMEMBER IT WAS ABOUT DRUGS

Ok so tw for drugs (weed):

Ok so Danny's a teen he's stupid right, knowing him in the show he'd be the kid to decline drugs but then take a hit when his crush says "i KnEw YoU wEreNt coOl" yknow? Delicious social pressure.

Well he's like pretty much adopted by the Wayne's at this point so he's just chilling on the couch about to light a joint and Jason being the noble man he is snatches it out of Danny's hand like "Nono, bad small child dont do drugs" half joking and smokes it instead.

Danny's now panicking, silently following Jason to make sure he's alright and not dead or reacting badly to it.

"Yeah why wouldn't I be fine?" And the high kicks in.

The thing is is that it was ghost weed. And Jason for once feels completely calm, he doesn't feel a single bit of the pit its silent.

He's crying and Danny's like "Omg are you ok???" Thinking he poisoned his family/lover/whatever the fuck they are.

And Jason's just "This is some real good shit" silently sobbing, not even thinking about where Danny got it or why its doing this he's just happy.

And you can turn this into extreme angst by making him codependent or a comedy by him making high jokes

Ok thats it again I'm so sorry I just really had to tell someone this

Homie you, me, behind the Bat Burger; We shall marry at dawn. Man, it makes me so happy that you enjoy the stuff I write that much I’m really proud that I could bring you that much joy! Be sure to give your kitty some pets for me :).

Oh also, “not a writer”?! You spin a web of lies. This is incredible!! Sure it’s rambly, but that’s because you’re writing in a way that’s unsure of yourself. (It’s also very much so how I write so I feel you homie.) I still feel like my writing is equivalent to a middle schooler's but I do my best to shake that off. I don’t write fics because I’m bad at dialogue, I’m workin on it though! You simply just have to try and believe in yourself. You’ll reread it later and go, “Damn, did I just write that?!” And feel proud of what you accomplished. You absolutely have unique and brilliant ideas so take a shot at writing some stuff! I’m sure you’ll do great! :D

Also bro your: "what was I talking about? oH YEAH DRUGS!" was so unexpected. it made me laugh so hard so thank you for that :)

———

Danny and Dani are fucking floored that this stoic-ass old British man just rolled with seeing the two. Dani's eyes light up as she accepts the milk from the British guy. Snatching the fancy glass milk container, she haphazardly pours the milk into her bowl causing bits of cereal to ricochet the milk out of the bowl and flying absolutely everywhere.

Tim just stands still and stares at the two very much so Not Human entities that are currently in his house. The tired vigilante rummages around in his pocket for his phone and takes a quick photo of the scene in front of him.

Tim double takes glancing between the kitchen and his phone. At first he assumed they were hallucinations because no figures were present in the photograph… the floating bowl of cereal and spoon says otherwise.

#danny phantom #dp x dc #dpxdc #dc comics #writing prompts #bones replies #anon #genuinely dude your writing is fascinating! sorry it took me so long to get to your ask because this is INCREDIBLE

[nobooo4]

Gareth Emerson x Reader

fluff (might be more parts later)

warnings: language, adult flirting with minor, alcohol

i love him so much what is wrong with me i’m obsessed

It was a shitty situation at first. you thought that having to ben the ride homegrown the Hideout for your older brother, Clayton would suck.

You thought that you’d be stuck in the car the whole time. Waiting for a more mellow version of your tightly wound brother to stumble out.

But he invited you to come in.

“What? Why? You do realize I’m only seventeen right?”

He scoffed and waved his hand in a care-free way.

“Surely they won’t care. Just don’t get any alcohol. They’ll never know. Besides, the band tonight is a bunch of kids from your school.”

The only people in your school that you knew were in a band were Eddie Munson’s crowd.

It wouldn’t be so bad if it was them. You had a few classes with their drummer, Gareth.

He always kept to himself in class. However, if it had anything to do with Jason Carver or his goons, he would scoff, roll his eyes, or quietly comment something only loud enough for the person next to him to hear.

You sat next to him in two of the three classes you shared.

He was always without a pencil, and you’ve learned by now to bring an extra for him at the beginning of each week.

He tried to return a pencil exactly one time. It was about half of the size it was when you gave it to him, and covered in bite marks.

You told him he could keep it, and he smiled and thanked you.

You weren’t but afraid to admit (to yourself) that you thought he was kinda cute. Or maybe he was super cute.

Maybe this trip to the Hideout wouldn’t be so bad if he was there.

“Alright fine, I’ll come in.”

Clayton smiled and nodded, hopping out of the car and striding to the door.

You took the keys out of the car and followed him.

He opened the door for you and you walked inside.

Immediately met with the smell of beer and cigarettes.

You first noticed the warm glow of the yellow light above the bar.

Then, the stage.

It was only elevated about a foot higher than the rest of the floor. The light hung above the stage were dim and slowly turning different colors.

You couldn’t make out who was on the stage at the time, but there was a few people shuffling around and setting stuff up.

There were about six middle-aged men in the lounge. Their drinks already half-empty.

Clayton headed over to the bar and perched on a barstool.

He then looked at you and patted the one they to him.

You raised a weary eyebrow at him, but sat down where he requested.

He order a tall beer and got you a sweet tea to ‘start off the night’.

The bartender got you your drinks and Clayton spun around to face the stage.

You slowly did the same, more careful not to spill your drink.

“So why did you want me to come in here so badly?”

Clayton smirked and shrugged.

“I just didn’t feel like drinking alone tonight. Plus, we haven’t spent quality time together in so long.”

He smiled at you innocently.

Obviously, he was planning something.

“Why are you being so weird? Quality time? In a bar?”

He shrugged.

“It’s just one of my favorite places. We’ll go to your favorite place next.”

“Do you mean tonight or next time you want ‘quality time’ together?”

You used quotation marks to the fact that you weren’t falling for his bullshit.

“Depends on how it goes here.”

He took a swig after speaking.

What was he on about?

You rolled your eyes and took a sip of your tea, which had a little too much lemon in it.

You grabbed a sugar packet and tore it open, pouring it into your glass and stirring it with your straw.

As you sipped on your drink, the colorful lights above the stage faded out to black.

The lights above the bar flicked off, startling you a bit.

Then the stage lights flicked on quickly at the same time that a chord was strung.

There was a little fog from a fog machine rolling off the stage.

Eddie Munson was in the middle, a cocky smirk painted on his features.

He continued playing and eventually the rest of the band started.

You barely even noticed but what song they started playing, though.

You were busy noticing the drummer.

Gareth was incredibly enthusiastic when playing the drums.

You’d never seen him play before, but now you could imagine this isn’t how he always played. All or nothing.

His fluffy hair was bouncing everywhere and his hands were going as fast as they could.

You couldn’t help but think how hot it’s was.

You had always sort of had a thing for bands, specifically drummers or bass players.

But this, was almost too much.

You knew that you liked Gareth, and you knew that he played the drums.

However, seeing it happen is a lot more exciting then imagining it.

You were brought back to the real world when Clayton tapped on your shoulder.

“You seem amazed. I thought they were good, but not like, jaw-dropping drooling at the mouth good.”

You hit him in the arm.

“I am not drooling, you dick.”

“Ah, but your jaw has been dropped, no?”

You hit him again and he chuckled while rubbing his arm.

The two of you spent the next two hours sitting at the bar.

Clayton started getting loud after a few drinks.

You were trying different virgin drinks and watching Gareth.

It was now 11:30, and the band was playing their last song.

Clayton tapped on your shoulder and practically yelled in your ear.

“I’m gonna head to the bathroom before everyone else tries to go.”

You winced a little at his voice and nodded.

He walked out the bathroom, stubbing his toe and cursing along the way.

You rolled your eyes and laughed at him, then focused your attention back to the stage.

Eddie was thanking everyone for coming, even thought there was only like seven people there.

Gareth still looked like he was out of breath.

They were all sweating, and Eddie and Gareth we’re the only ones who’s didn’t look like hey wanted to go home.

Gareth was looking at everyone who was there. He had a mental checklist he was going through.

Old guy, check.

Old guy 2, check.

Dickhead Judd, check.

That one guy who always asks if he’s working hard or hardly working, check.

David, check.

Pete, check.

Y/n.

Huh? What are they doing here?

Gareth couldn’t help but smile at you and the fact that you were watching the band play at the Hideout.

Did they come here for him? Maybe. Hopefully. Probably not.

You saw that Gareth was looking at you.

And smiling.

You stared for a second and then realized you were being rude, and smiled back.

The rest of the band was packing their things up, and Gareth just stood there until Eddie smacked the side of his head and told him to help.

You laughed a little and then turned around to face the bar.

You were patiently waiting for Clayton to come back, when you felt a hand on your shoulder.

You turned, expecting to see your brother.

You didn’t. You saw some guy that was in the lounge a moment ago.

You’re face fell serious and you furrowed you’re eyebrows.

“Hey there, darlin’. Can I buy you a drink?”

You shook your head, the words you wanted to say not coming out.

“Aw come on, don’t be like that. What’s wrong?”

You swelled the nervous lump in your throat and spoke.

“I don’t know you. Sorry.”

You didn’t need to apologize, you were just trying to be polite.

“Alright then, let me fix that. My name’s Judd. What’s your name, sweetheart?”

“I, uh, I got to go.”

You stood up to walk towards the door, but you were stopped by a rough hand grabbing your arm.

“Come on baby, don’t be rude. I’m just bein’ friendly.”

You tried to pry his hand off of you but he only gripped tighter.

“Let go of me.”

“Now, whats got you all sour?”

Out of nowhere, Gareth appeared next to you, grabbing Judd’s wrist.

“Judd, what have you been told about touching people?”

Judd glared at Gareth.

“Mind your business, Emerson. Unless you want me to talk to your mama.”

“What are you gonna do, tell her I stopped you from trying to assault a minor?”

Judd looked at you for a second and then back to Gareth.

Gareth raised his eyebrows.

Judd let go of you and erred has his hand out of Gareth’s grip, grumbling as he walked away.

Gareth looked back at you with a worried look.

“You okay?”

He gently touched your arm where Judd had grabbed you.

You smiled at him.

“I’m fine. Thanks.”

“Yeah, no problem. I just thought you looked like you needed help. Not that you actually look like you need help i just mean that- well you probably didn’t need my help-“

He stopped rambling when you chuckled at him.

He smiled and shook his head.

“Sorry, I’m not making fun of you. I’m laughing with you.”

Gareth scoffed.

“I’m not laughing.”

You smiled at him and shrugged.

Clayton returned from the bathroom at that moment.

He patted Gareth’s shoulder.

”Great performance, drummer boy. My dear little sister was impressed.”

He attempted a wink at Gareth.

Gareth smiled and looked at you.

Your face felt a bit warm.

Eddie approached the group and smiled at Clayton.

“Ah yes, Clayton L/n. Good to see you, man.”

Clayton moved his hand from Gareth’s shoulder to Eddie’s and nodded at him.

“You seem to have drank quite a bit, buddy. I’ll drive you home.”

You looked at Eddie and shook your head.

“That’s okay, I’m here to take-“

Clayton cut you off.

“Alright then. Let’s go Edster.”

Before you knew it you and Gareth were protesting and plowing after after the two.

They climbed into Eddie’s van and drove off.

Gareth sighed.

“He drove me here.”

You looked over at him.

“I can take you home.”

He looked at you and smiled.

“Really? My house isn’t out of your way.”

You raised an eyebrow at him.

“You know where I live, Gareth?”

“We’ll yeah, it’s like by the trailer park and I was going to Eddie’s one time and i saw you outside walking your dog so I’m not creepy I swear I just-”

He stopped when he realize he was rambling again.

“I was just kidding dude. You don’t need to be nervous. I don’t bite. Unless you want me to.”

You weren’t sure where this newfound confidence came from, but Gareth seemed to like it.

Gareth laughed as the two of you got in your car.

“And what if I did?”

You raised and eyebrow at him as you started your engine.

“Did what?”

“What if I wanted you to bite me?”

You panicked for a second, but then decided he was just joking around.

“Only if you ask nicely.”

He chuckled again and shook his head.

“You are something else, Y/n.”

You couldn’t help but smile to yourself as you drove out of the parking lot.

Hearing him say your name almost sounded better than the music playing on your radio, which he had turned up.

After he told you husband address, he started slightly bobbing his head and mouthing the words to a Metallica song.

You started singing it out loud and joined you.

The two of you were belting out lyrics together the rest of the way to his house.

Once you got there, you turned the radio down and looked over to to him.

“Well, I guess this is the end of tonight.”

His smile faltered when you said that.

“It’s be nice if it wasn’t, though.”

Your face was warm again.

“This wasn’t fun, Gareth. And I love being with you, but i do still have a curfew.”

After a few seconds he smiled again.

“Come pick me up at 2 tomorrow. We’ll hang out again.”

You smiled.

“Okay, I will.”

Suddenly, he leaned towards you and pressed a rough kiss to your lips.

It last about three seconds, but felt like forever.

“Sorry, I’ll go now. Goodnight.”

Gareth got out and shut the door, running up to his house and hurrying inside.

You took a moment to calm yourself.

You were overcome with ecstasy.

Gareth kissed you.

You pulled out of his driveway and started planning your date for tomorrow.

#gareth x reader #gareth emerson #stranger things

[revrover]

Do I... know you? | Eddie Munson

Ao3 link here!

Pairing: Eddie Munson x reader

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: Meet-cute fluff, some light swearing, but that’s it!

Summary: When Eddie Munson decided to skip out on the latest Hawkins High student pep rally, the last thing he expected was to meet someone new — you.

A/N: This is my FIRST EVER piece of fanfic and I've been so nervous to share, so please be kind!

The student section erupted as Jason Carver continued his rant into the microphone. It was nauseating how much he loved to hear himself talk. All decked out in his uniform along with the rest of the basketball team, the microphone prickled and popped with each consonant he spat, his voice blaring through the harsh speakers of the old tattered Hawkins High gymnasium.

As his peers hung on every word coming from the team captain's mouth, Eddie Munson stood stoically against the side of the bleachers, completely unimpressed by what was unfolding in front of him. He crossed his arms tightly over his chest, fists practically shoved into his armpits as if he were physically trying to contain his disdain for both pep rallies and Carver himself.

Unfortunately, attending this type of student function was a requirement at Hawkins High. (Something about the importance of building school spirit and community or whatever.) Determined to graduate this year, Eddie had sworn he would do whatever it took to get his diploma — even if it meant subjecting himself to soul-sucking assemblies. So there he was, lurking in the shadowy corner of the gymnasium while the theatrics continued to play out at center court.

Something between a yawn and a groan escaped his mouth amongst all the excitement. Each assembly was essentially the same as Eddie had discovered; students gathering, cheerleaders doing their peppy little routines, a faculty member going on about something like lunchroom etiquette, or the latest incident of school vandalism. At least the marching band was decent. Oh, and there was always, of course, the parading of Hawkins’ athletes. Eddie had seen it all, so while Jason Carver's self-indulgent monologuing was nothing new or surprising, it was still a bit much.

Who the hell thought it was a good idea to give this guy a microphone? Eddie thought to himself, now harboring an even more disenchanted look on his face.

"Let's do it for THEM!" Jason shouted, the crowd going wild. It triggered an involuntary roll of Eddie's eyes, accompanied by the dramatic toss of his head backward. In his exaggerated annoyance, he caught a glimpse of a bright neon sign behind him. He turned his head more fully over his shoulder, and there it was; shining as if to signal his salvation, the word 'EXIT' radiated red above the double doors of the gymnasium.

To Eddie's credit, he really had tried. He had tried to follow the rules and stick it out through the entire assembly. But as each segment became more insufferable than the last, the welcoming glow of the exit sign was far too tempting. Teachers and faculty had seen him enter the gymnasium, certainly, they wouldn't notice if he... excused himself a bit early.

The silver lining to Jason's never-ending speech was that it had engrossed the entire Hawkins High staff and student body. That meant all eyes were on the basketball team, allowing Eddie to slip away unnoticed. Eddie was no stranger to maneuvering quietly behind the scenes when he needed to, only drawing attention to himself when the situation called for it. Or when he wanted to make a statement. It depended on how combative he was feeling that day.

Arms still folded, his dark eyes shifted from side to side, carefully surveying the crowd. Keeping his posture casual, he began to take small cautious steps backward toward the exit. Eddie found his situation humorously similar to ones he had often led his friends through during DND campaigns; trapped in a dungeon of sorts, maneuvering the environment and relying on stealth to escape, all without alerting an enemy or any of its minions. From what he could tell, each element seemed pretty on point with his current circumstances.

Eddie inched closer and closer toward the double doors behind him when, finally, his lower back pressed against the cold metal crash bar. The contact drew a sharp inhale from his lungs as a thin sliver of exposed skin between his belt and the hem of his shirt touched the cool aluminum.

Eddie braced himself. Not yet in the clear, he could feel his patience wearing thin as Jason’s voice relentlessly kept grinding through the speakers, waging an assault on Eddie’s ear drums. Fighting the urge to just burst through the doors and break into a sprint, he took a breath and waited for the right moment to present itself. Then, as sure as the sun sets and rises, another bolster of applause exploded from the student section.

The cheering was precisely what Eddie needed. Sweeping his eyes across the scene in front of him one more time, he shifted his weight backward into the doors. The sound of heavy wood and metal scraping together as they opened was entirely drowned out by the crowd.

And just like that, there was one less student in attendance at the Hawkins High student pep rally, and no one had even noticed.

Well, almost no one.

His eyes still focused on the crowded gymnasium in front of him, a cocky, triumphant smirk stretched across Eddie's face as he backed further into the hallway, his steps now swaggering into a strut. Relishing in the pride of his escape, he stretched out his arms in celebration and flipped the bird with both hands at the doors as they began to shut, narrowing his view of the gymnasium until fully closed.

His antics were quickly interrupted, however. Before he could even turn around to head down the hallway, a single solitary voice called from behind him.

Your voice.

"Skipping out on one of Carver's rallying speeches?" You asked nonchalantly.

Eddie froze. Jesus Christ! He thought to himself. Since when did teachers start monitoring the halls during these things??

Smirk gone and eyes wide, Eddie was already coming up with excuses in his head as he whipped around, expecting to see a Hawkins High faculty member. Instead, to his surprise, his eyes fell upon you.

Eddie Munson was taken aback. Directly across the hallway from him, you sat calmly on a wide windowsill, your back wedged into the corner where the glass met the wall. You had your knees propped up to support a notebook, and with a pen in your hand you busily scribbled on the open page. Although your hair was pulled back into a ponytail, several strands had escaped your scrunchy and now hung down, framing your face. Despite Eddie’s presence and your posed question, your gaze remained on the paper in front of you.

Eddie looked around quickly as if to confirm the voice he heard did, in fact, come from you. As he had suspected, it was just the two of you alone in the otherwise empty hallway. Clearing his throat, Eddie approached you with a single cautious step, trying his best to play it cool and totally NOT act as if you had just caught him off guard.

"Oh, you know..." He said, swinging his arms back and forth, clapping his hands behind and in front of him. "One can only be inspired so much."

He gave a half-hearted laugh, not sure how the joke would land.

It hung in the air for a moment as you continued to silently scribble. Your eyes remained fixed on the notebook in front of you, which made Eddie nervous. He squinted, but from where he was standing, he couldn't tell if you were writing or drawing. Heat began radiating from his cheeks as uncertainty built inside him, unable to gauge how you would react to his sarcasm. The possibility that you could easily rat him out for skipping the pep rally added to his anxiety. The last thing Eddie wanted was to spend another afternoon in detention or worse -- be required to attend more student activities. But wait, weren't you skipping too, he wondered? What were you doing outside of the assembly? His thoughts were interrupted when you finally cracked a smile and began to laugh.

"Yeah, I suppose you're right." You nodded in agreement, chuckling as you continued to look down at the spiral-bound page in your lap.

Eddie let out a small sigh of relief, sliding his hands into his back pockets. He glanced down at his shoes, twisting a toe into the ground as he allowed himself to laugh a bit more at his own joke. Whoever you were, you seemed to share his sentiments about Hawkins High's latest golden boy, Jason Carver.

When Eddie’s eyes wandered back up from the floor, he saw that your amused expression had not faded. His heart beat a little faster as a sense of pride swelled inside of him, knowing he was responsible for putting that smile on your face.

Your face. Eddie couldn’t help but stare at it, mesmerized — the way you were sitting in the window, sun rays pouring perfectly through the glass and illuminating the side of your cheek. Shadows cast silhouettes that outlined your lips and delicately traced your chin down to your neck, making you look angelic. Those loose strands of hair that had fallen around your face shimmered brilliantly in the sunlight. On top of all that, your look of concentration gave you an aura that appeared nearly timeless. You were, in a word, beautiful.

A moment passed with neither of you saying anything. You had still yet to look up, and Eddie could sense he was lingering a bit too long. He quickly glanced back down towards his feet, as if the eye contact alone would be enough to convince them to move. It wasn't. It had been so easy walking out of the gymnasium only moments ago - left foot, right foot, left foot, right foot - and backward at that. So why was he having such a hard time with it now?

It wasn't a hard question for him to answer, really. He was intrigued. Who were you? Why hadn't he seen you before? Eddie's hand came up to his mouth, fingers settling against his chin as he thought. His thumb fiddled with the rings on his fingers for a moment, a bit of a habit when he was trying to focus.

Eddie's feet weren't budging, so instead of walking away, he decided to break the silence.

"Do I... know you?" He asked inquisitively, his hand leaving his chin slightly as he pointed at you.

The question stopped your scribbling. You knew the answer, and it was a simple one.

Did he know you? No.

On the other hand, did you know him? Well, not personally, no. But you certainly knew of him. Metalhead. Super Senior. Drug Dealer. Hellfire Club member. Devilishly handsome.

You rested your pen against your notebook, and for the first time since Eddie had backed into the hallway, you looked up to lock eyes with him. Suddenly, Eddie could not remember how to breathe - unprepared for the way his chest quickly tightened when your piercing eyes met his own deep brown ones. Your gaze was soft, yet it seized hold of him as if the Lady of the Lake herself had grabbed him and pulled him under into the cool depths of your irises.

"Probably not.” You said with a sweet smile as you shook your head, pulling Eddie back to reality. “I’m y/n. y/n l/n.”

Y/N. A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth upon learning your name. In response to your introduction, Eddie stood up a little straighter, then bent forward into a low bow.

"Eddie Mun--"

"Munson." You blurted out before your brain could stop your mouth. Eddie’s head snapped up to look at you in surprise.

Now you were the one trying to play it cool. Your mind raced as you quickly tried to recover the conversation in a way that didn't make you out to be a stalker. You tilted your head slightly, propping your elbow against your knee as you leaned your face into the palm of your hand in an effort to conceal at least one side of your blushing cheeks.

A beat, then you explained.

"We have third-period math together... Ms. O'Donnell's class? Your name comes up during roll call... a lot."

You gave a playful grimace which caused your nose to scrunch and eyes to squint. Eddie started nodding his head, the tousled curls of his hair gently springing up and down in sync with his jaw. It was true, he couldn't even remember the last time he had attended that class.

"Plus," You added, "you're a bit notorious around here - especially after that little table walk number in the cafeteria, it was easy to put the name to the face."

"Ah, shit," Eddie said, simultaneously nodding and rocking back and forth on his feet. A sheepish smile made its way across his face. Eddie shoved his hands into his front pockets now, scrunching his shoulders up to his ears, "Yeah, that'll do it."

The two of you started to laugh, recalling his theatrics from earlier that day. Your laugh was a new kind of music to Eddie's ears. Melodic and infectious, it filled him with a warmth that made him want to melt right then and there.

Suddenly, a muffled eruption of cheers came from the gymnasium, drawing both of your attention. Eddie quickly glanced down at his watch. The rally was drawing to a close, and his window of time to slip away was getting dangerously small. He turned back toward you, his mouth open as he tried to find the right words to properly excuse himself.

"Go on," you said, beating him to the punch. Smiling and waving your hand in a shooing gesture, you already knew what he was trying to articulate. Bringing his hands together in thanks, Eddie gave you a quick bow of his head, then spun around to head down the hallway. He had only taken a few strides when suddenly he stopped. Pivoting back around, the chain around his belt loop swung against his hip as he turned to face you again, finding you were already looking down at your notebook, scribbling.

"By the way, if anyone asks--" he started to say.

"--I never saw you." You replied without missing a beat, finishing his sentence for him yet again. You raised your head from your notebook, giving him a knowing grin that reassured Eddie he could trust you to keep his secret.

“Y/n L/n,” he said, smiling back and pointing at you with both index fingers. He savored the sweet sound of your name in his mouth. As he turned to leave again, you earnestly interjected one last question.

"Out of curiosity, where are you headed?"

Eddie thought for a moment. Then, with a wicked glint in his eye, a mischievously playful grin spread across his face.

"Hell, most likely."

He gave you a wink, then turned quickly to take off down the hallway.

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̶Good Bad Habits Run In The Family: Chapter Seven

DPxDC Crossover, Jason Adopts Danny AU

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Robin was out patrolling, without his father or anybody else attached to his side for once. He may have snuck out to do so, but he felt that he should have a bit more freedom. Even with the new superhuman around, he was more than capable of taking care of himself. After all, he was trained by both assassins and Gotham’s own dark knight. He may be young, but he was not weak. He would prove that.

As the young boy traveled above the restless streets of Gotham, taking the rooftops as a more mobile way to get around, he saw how quiet it was that night. Not sound wise, no, the city was quite loud, but crime wise, there was hardly anybody out. It was odd, but Damian was not upset over this, knowing that this could be proof of the city improving. Although, he was hoping for a chance to prove that he was able to defend for himself.

Scoffing at his own foolish thoughts, Damian continued at a more leisurely pace, taking in the city for all it had to offer. The moon held itself high in the inky sky, fighting against the heavy blanket of smog so it could shine through and provide some light to the city. No stars could be seen, and Damian couldn’t help but feel a part of him pity the stars, as their brilliant display would not be seen by the people. It was a sad truth, but there was a small wishing thought in the boy’s brain that one day the sky would change. That he would be the one to make that change, slowly but surely, opening up the beauty being held back once more. It was almost as wistful thinking as trying to get rid of all crime in the city.

Robin stared down at the streets once more, taking in how the darkness seemed to stretch, holding the city in its grasps. His thoughts began to wander back to the supposed superhuman, and if there was a chance that he was hiding in the darkness. Damian puffed up at the thought, his pride insisting that he would know if there was a mysterious teen with glowing eyes nearby. Afterall, three of the other members in the bat brood have already met, perhaps even more.

Although only Duke had reported seeing the superhuman, he knew that Todd and Drake had seen him as well. He saw how cautious Todd had appeared at the meeting, his body language tightly structured to try and look casual, failing miserably. Then he saw how Drake was openly glaring at his predecessor, as if he was trying to peel apart the other and have all his suspicions answered. It turned out that his siblings teammates were terrible at keeping secrets, or perhaps it was his far superior observing skills that they lacked.

Except for Cassandra, she appeared to have noticed something was off as well, joining the meeting only to observe the blatant mess of lies and secrets that were unfolding. He knew that Father must have noticed as well, because there was no way the man hadn’t. It was probably another reason he seemed wary, since his children allies were already involved without him knowing.

Robin would not be as incompetent as them, he wouldn’t seek out the superhuman but keep a careful watch for him, as Father ordered. Though he was curious, and hated the others having an upper hand on knowing things he didn’t. Still, if the superhuman was truly as harmless as Duke believed, then he would have to treat them like every other citizen in Gotham. He was not opposed to the idea of a superhuman in Gotham, albeit it made him more cautious as the supposed teen was an unknown at the moment. His true intention was possibly hiding underneath a scared front, tricking others that they were harmless in order to hurt them later, people have done so before. Damian felt the need to see them himself so he could decide whether or not to believe their words. Of course that would not solve all his suspicions, but it would have to satiate them as he did not have the power to force a completely innocent person for answers.

He was a vigilante, sworn to protect the innocents, which included those of other races or different species of the like.

Damian began walking once more, looking proudly at Gotham, at his city. He was one of the many who protected this place with their lives, and he would give his life for it, there was no doubt in his mind.

There was a shout, and Damian’s head snapped over to where it originated from, his mind easily focusing on it as he ran across the buildings. Tonight wasn’t as peaceful as he thought, but he supposes it was only a matter of time, he was almost surprised that nothing happened sooner.

Racing over the buildings with little effort, it didn’t take but a half a minute to locate where the sounds were originating from. He could hear scuffling and was prepared to either scale down the building via the fire escape stairs or simply jump down depending on how bad the situation was. He peered down and saw three guys with stereotypical black masks cornering a shorter person, who appeared to be a teenage boy with raven colored hair.

A spark of anger blazed in his chest as he saw the three way older men start threatening the defenseless teen. He readied himself to jump, his eyes narrowing sharply as he bunched his legs.

The vigilante froze in shock as a man got closer to the teen only for them to punch them square in the jaw and the mugger to fall backwards, knocked out cold and not getting back. Damian watched as the other men shouted, one staggering backwards while the other standing thug readied a crowbar he had in his hand. Robin, no longer wanting to watch, creeped down into the alley but stayed back just in case he needed to intervene. Normally he would jump in anyways, as people fought back all the time, but it was still dangerous for them if there was more than one criminal.

Yet, as he stayed back and peered silently from the shadows, he watched as the teenager roughly kicked the mugger with the crowbar in the knee, causing them to fall down and catch themselves with their hands, yelping loudly. The boy then proceeded by straight up karate chopping the person on the back, them falling all the way onto their stomach with another shout in pain.

The fighting style the boy had wasn’t one that came from training, as he could tell from the random moves and odd stance. This person obviously learned how to fight out of need alone, probably to survive the streets if he were a native, and used their surprising amount of strength to back the blows he landed. It was almost impressive in a way, and was a reason Damian kept watching instead of messing with something he apparently wasn’t needed in. Which wasn’t something he would ever repeat to anybody, ever.

The last remaining man backed up more, seeing that they were all alone with somebody who was much too unpredictable, and turned around to flee. It seemed like the teenager wasn’t done with them though, as he lunged forward and hopped on the man’s back, wrapping his arms on their neck and legs on the waist to keep hold as the mugger flailed around.

Robin didn’t show it outwardly, learning long ago how to school his expressions, but he found it amusing. A small snort almost left him as he watched the shorter boy strangle the struggling man, who was trying desperately to fling the teen off, failing terribly. The teen leaped off the thief, after the man’s movements slowed and the choking sound became louder, and kicked them in the back. The man fell down with a loud thump, and stayed there, not getting up. Damian didn’t know if all three of them had passed out or not, but if they did, that would definitely shock him.

Now that the fight was over and the teen was standing there, not even looking out of breath, Robin started thinking. How in the world did this random street teen just beat three grown men with weapons like it was nothing?

Robin didn’t know if he should approach at the moment or not, though his hand was already beginning to move to his pocket with zip ties in it, knowing that the thieves would need to be tied up. The first problem he saw all night and it was fixed before he could even do anything. He wanted to scoff, but didn’t, still hesitant to let the other know he was there.

His mind went back to its questioning, and his brain went back to what he was thinking about earlier. His eyes widened with a connection he made. The obvious show of strength and the absence of fear when dealing with the bigger men, it was signs of something else going on with the boy. Was there a possibility that they were the superhuman mentioned before?

Now, Damian didn’t often make such huge assumptions, as this teen looked nothing like the description that Duke had offered them. Though, he couldn’t help but theorize it in his brain, studying the boy more closely. They were somewhat short, and their build didn’t show how it was capable of such hard hits, his arm practically noodles.

Everything was confirmed when the mysterious teen looked up and straight into the shadows where Robin stood, with bright green eyes. The same eyes that Signal had told them about. Seeing them with his own eyes now, he couldn’t help but be reminded of the swirling pits of green from where he was raised, the toxic green bringing up memories he hadn’t thought about in awhile. They had an unnatural glow to them, but they were only bright enough to make his face become visible from the darkness. Damian realized how young and mature the teen’s features looked at the same time, a young face accompanying quite a sharp jawline.

When the teen continued to stare at him with those unsettling green eyes, Robin became unnerved, staring right back with a cautious glare. He didn’t know if, or how, the teen could see him, though he had a feeling it had to do with his powers. He was a superhuman, who knows what he could all do. Teleportation and super strength was already a powerful combo, though super hearing and sight would only make him more over powered.

No longer wanting to stand there with growing unease, also never one to be bested, Damian stepped out of the darkness and into the light the street lamp provided. He could see the superteen slowly shift, looking ready to fight once again. With an unseen roll of his eyes, Robin stopped a few feet away from the teen, scoffing slightly.

“I am not here to cause harm, simply to tie these bandits up for the police.” Robin said with his head raised, not fully lying since he was planning to do that.

The teen relaxed a bit, wordlessly nodded and moved out of the way, though he didn’t leave like Damian suspected he would. Not commenting on that, he moved to the thieves, watching as the one that was kicked in the back began moving, and he stepped on his back. “Do not move.” He growled out, and he watched with satisfaction as the man tensed underneath him.

After tying them all together, ignoring the pleas and useless words of the only awake man. He put a piece of tape on them to shut the thief up.

“Now that this is dealt with,” Robin began, turning back around to Danny who hasn’t left yet. He knew he hadn’t, even though the superhuman could teleport, because the air around them felt different. He couldn’t describe it, except that everything had a sense of being “off” to him, but he felt like he would be able to physically tell if he left. “I would like to know if you are hurt or not.”

The teen seemed stumped by the question, and Robin saw how his hand moved down to his black jeans and began to fiddle with it. The green eyes dimmed down until they stopped glowing completely, being replaced with striking blue eyes. Damian couldn’t help but be surprised as he stared at his eyes, not expecting the sudden change. “I’m fine.” The teen mumbled after a few minutes.

“Very well then, I am genuinely dumbfounded by how you thought fighting three people on your own was a good idea. Though, if you are unharmed, I suppose I cannot reprimand you. I will advise that you not do this again, as the outcome may not be in your favor.” Robin said, standing up straight with his arms crossed. He wanted to ask who the superhuman was, maybe learn something about the mystery that laid in front of him. He didn’t want to step over any boundaries though, and he’s already heard how scared the other could become from questions.

“I wasn’t going around trying to pick a fight or anything, those guys just tried to steal my shit and I didn’t have anything to give, so they decided to take out their frustration on me. I wasn’t about to let them beat the crap outta me.” He said, his foot scuffing the bottom of the ground as he grumbled.

“I understand that, but it was still moderately dangerous, even with how you dealt with this tonight.” Damian was trying to decide whether or not he should let the teen know he knew he wasn’t a normal human, or if they already knew that information.

Danny was beginning to become uncomfortable, Robin being the fourth bat he’s met up with in a week. He was starting to think that this place was actually a cave instead of an annoying city he couldn’t find his way out of. Seriously, everytime he tried to do something he felt like he was redirected to a completely different way, leading him in circles. It was like the city was trying to purposely trap him within its limits. Shifting on his feet again, he looked at Robin. “Where’s the rest of your comrades? You look a little young to be on your own.”

Robin bristled with immediate indignation, and Danny smiled a bit when the small boy resembled an angry cat or bird. “I am not a child.” He spat out, his hands balling into fists at his side with his face turning into a scowl. “I will have you know that I am completely able to go out and patrol on my own. I do not need any of the others.”

“Honestly, I think you might be one of my favorites with how cute you are.” Danny said, trying to purposely annoy Robin, enjoying how the younger one became somewhat red while continuing to glare daggers at him.

“I can and will stab you. Trust me, I am not afraid.” Damian said while already pulling out his sword, twirling it into his hand to point at the teen, completely forgetting how they could easily escape before he could do anything. The other surprisingly didn’t even become slightly more nervous or afraid, anything like was expecting when he heard how terrified they were of Duke. It only made him more angry, thinking it was because the boy thought of him as weak.

Danny raised his hands in mock defense, a grin still on his face. “Alright shortstack, I see the stabby weapon.”

“Shortstack? You look like you could be my age with how small you are!” Robin shot back, ruffling up even more as he jabbed his sword forward a bit.

“Still taller than you.” Danny singsonged, sticking out his tongue as he easily dodged to the side from a quick slash in the air. He knew that Robin wouldn’t actually hurt him, as he would’ve already tried and his movements weren’t entirely vicious. Danny shouldn’t be playing around with a vigilante who had ties to all the others he was trying hard to avoid, but he couldn’t help but talk to Robin. It’s been about two days since he confronted Red Robin about his obvious stalking, and almost a week since he last talked to Red Hood, and he hasn’t talked with anybody else since, too afraid to talk to the city’s inhabitants.

“Shut it you aggravating pest, I will easily grow taller than you while you probably have already quit!” Damian hated how worked up he was, as Father would most likely be disappointed by the childish act in custome, but he couldn’t stop himself when the teen was being so infuriating.

“I’m actually praying for a growth spurt soon, I need to be able to reach the shelves, y’know?” Danny said casually, and Damian was confused on how the other was acting. If they were truly as skittish as Duke had reported, he would have thought that the teen would’ve left at the first opportunity possible. Yet, here he was, trying his hardest to get under Robin’s skin and succeeding.

Sighing heavily, Robin lowered his sword and began to rub the bridge of his nose in between his eyes. “I cannot understand how conflicting you act.”

“I have different moods like every other human. Right now, I feel like being a little shit.”

“Well, you are being exactly that, so congratulations.” Robin deadpanned, putting back his sword while still glaring at the teen. His brain on the other hand thought about what the teen said, about being human. It was new information, and meant that he may not be another species, but possibly something partly human or even completely human. Such as a metahuman.

“Thanks.” Danny replied, then he felt another presence nearby, his lungs stopping for a second while his whole body changed temperatures. Damian could feel the slight change as well from Danny, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he tried to distinguish what was different to cause such change. Danny knew what, or more exactly who, it was. “Welp, I gotta bounce kid, hope you have fun with the night patrol.”

Realizing that he hadn’t received much information or reported to Batman he had come into contact with the possible meta, Robin froze. “Wait! Tell me who you are at least.”

Danny put on another grin, already turning away. “Noneya.”

“Noneya?” Robin repeated, the name feeling weird on his tongue.

The grin becoming wider, Damian had a feeling he had said something he would regret. “None ya business!” With a chuckle from Danny and an angry straggle of words from Damian, the mysterious teen was off, running into the street and around the corner. Robin tried to chase after him and demand for something else, his annoyance taking over, before seeing how the other promptly disappeared.

Robin sighed and stomped the ground, mad that he let the superhuman get away just like that. Not only did he disobey Father completely by engaging with the other, but he only had an update on the change of looks and the possibility of the other being human, which wouldn’t lessen any punishment he would receive if he told his father. Sighing he walked away, deciding that he would keep this interaction with himself unless it was needed, he finished the rest of his patrol in a worse mood than before.

He knew he wouldn’t be able to gather any more information, unless he somehow ran into them again, and he felt uneasy. With the new tidbits that he learned from the small interaction, he couldn’t stop the thoughts and questions arising in his brain. Would Duke be excited to know there was a chance that there was a new meta in the city? One that appeared to not have any ill intent, as the boy could definitely have already caused chaos if he simply wanted to. Though from what Damian had seen tonight, the teen was not one to start fights, and didn’t seem to enjoy them at that, doing so only out of self defense.

Robin had gotten what he wanted, now believing with his own information that the other was not in the city to cause trouble. He would have to make sure that others didn’t cause him trouble as well, as he was now completely an innocent civilian in Damian’s eyes. No matter how annoying the other also proved to be.

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A Match Defused

Hi! This is my first time writing something like this in a while! Please be kind! But yeah! This is from me listening to The Way I Loved You by Taylor Swift way too much. Also not edited :)

Summary: You’re living the dream. Out of Hawkins, Harrington’s girl, and pursuing dreams at your University. But a glimpse of Eddie catches you off guard and you feel memories flood back. 

Warnings: mentions of depression/numbness, arguments, angst, noncanon!, Steve is kind of used, slightly toxic/ back and forth relationship, gn! Reader, Eddie x fem! reader if you squint I guess.

You stare down at the intricate grains in the wood, lost in thought. Your best friend nudges you, smiling ear to ear. “I can’t believe you snagged the Steve Harrington! I thought he was a player, but it seems like he’s a lot sweeter than the rumors,” she gushes, her face glowing. You feel the group of friends around you all turn, their eyes pinning you on the spot. They shine with pride and jealousy. You muster a smile, the feeling foreign on your lips. Steve was sweet. He was a bit of a player in high school but he had straightened up. You didn’t even expect him to admit to liking you once you came back to visit the sleepy town of Hawkins during your first year of college. It was now a few months together of sugar sweetness, polite phone calls, and nice dinner dates. And yet… you felt an emptiness. You should be gushing with your best friend over Steve while he’s in the restroom. You should be blushing at the thought of him. But…there’s nothing.

You stare down at your almost empty glass, the condensation on the glass providing the little bit of sensation you feel. You feel it before you know it. Eyes. On your back. Your best friend, distracted by an animated conversation in the group, giggles up a storm over gossip. She doesn’t notice. You frown, turning slowly, trying to look out of the corner of your eye. There you spot him. Eddie. He’s taller, more built, dressed in dark clothes, signature leather, and long curls. His arms are covered in black ink tattoos. His presence still demands your attention. He looks at you, his brown eyes are intense with emotion you can't place, making you freeze on the spot. 

Your memory floods with flashes of high school. You as a studious and shy student, trying to fly under the radar. You remember the only person who wouldn’t let you fade into the background. The boy who poked you, prodded you, teased you relentlessly. Annoyed you to no end and made you flush dark red. You remembered a relationship that started after Eddie threw a punch at Jason Carver for calling you a ‘nerd’ and sticking gum in your hair. You kissed him so hard, the room was spinning. 

After that was a blur of passion. Constant kissing and arguments, trying to get Eddie to understand his worth. To get him to focus on school. To get him to stop selling. Your friends hated him. You would come to school, eyes rimmed red, side effects of crying after he would argue to you that he had to make sacrifices to survive. Sometimes you would fight over him having a short fuse, just to quickly kiss so deeply that the fight was forgotten. 

Of course, you began to slip. You were so in love and so obsessed with him that you began missing assignments, skipping classes, finally speaking out for yourself. Everyone around you was shocked by the vibrant and angry person you’d become, much different to the shy and usually studious character you were. It scared you. You were a sonic boom of a personality, no longer a whisper of a person. But everyone pulled you aside. Teachers, counselors, friends. Your family. They urged you to think about the future. Your dreams. To escape Hawkins. 

“You don’t want to be stuck here, do you? You want to do something in the world. Don’t let him stop you.” 

So you buckled up. You listened. You came to him at his trailer, sky stormy like your emotions. You were trying to hold back tears as you felt a pit in your stomach. You handed him back a box with his ring and jacket, his mixtapes, his shirts, his face full of hurt and shock. You steeled yourself and tried to muster the courage to let him know it was what was best, despite your lip trembling. He shook, voice starting quiet and shouting, begging you to not give up and asking you to fight, talk it out. Every begging sentence pulled heavier at your heartstrings until you were sobbing silently. Thunder boomed in competition with his voice. He kept fighting for you until his voice was torn to shreds, his eyes red, and he stared at you. The rain had been pouring by then, soaking you both to the bone. His usually messy curls wet around his face. Clothes clinging to his frame, his eyes were steely with anger and hurt. 

“I hope you find what’s worth fighting for then, kid,” he said, voice breaking, raspy and harsh. 

You turn around quickly, shaking off the memories and past. Chills run up your back. You feel a warm hand on your shoulder. You look up and see Steve, his soft smile as he sits next to you. The image of your perfect future. You’re enrolled in an amazing college, you have a wealthy boyfriend with a bright future inheriting the Harrington business. You were set. An American dream. You try to focus on the bright future, yet you still can’t shake the sensation that those eyes are still on you. Steve talks easily with your friends, laughing at the jokes, and fitting right in. You feel a pit in your stomach, mumbling an excuse, running off to the bathroom. You brush past him, the scent of cigarettes, vanilla, and cloves curling around you and heat radiating off him as you hear a raspy whisper. 

“Not the ending you thought it would be huh?” 

You feel your chest constricting, opening the bathroom door. You sink to sit, hugging your knees to your chest. Tears stream down your face, the first feeling you’ve had outside of numbness and going through the motions. The first time in a while you’ve felt alive. You relish in the sobs as you come to realize nothing was worth selling your soul. You were a shell of yourself. And even he knew it. 

You were set for years of comfortable silence and polite kisses. Perfect house. And no lights in your eyes. 

You wipe your tears, wash your face and go back to face the crowd. You sit down, taking your space by Steve, fake smile at the ready. You nod when you should, laugh when it’s expected, and drown out the feeling of your heart breaking all over again with empty pleasantries. This is it for you. 

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