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petite-phthora · 11 months

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Can I kiss you?

[DP x DC fic]

[Love at first... murder? - part 1]

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“—so sorry! I swear I didn’t mean to kill him! It was an accident! He just jumped me out of nowhere and I have had bad experiences with clowns in the past so when I saw it was a clown trying to kidnap me I kinda just panicked and punched him! I swear, dude, I didn’t mean to hit him so hard—“

Jason, much too calmly, likely in some form of shock, rises from the crouched-down position he had been in to check the clown corpse’s pulse.

He had seen the poor, still rambling, twink getting grabbed from a distance and was about to step in as Red Hood, not even having been aware it was the Joker who —shouldn’t he have been in Arkham? There has been no announcement of him breaking out yet— had grabbed the guy until he had run close enough to the scene.

Which was after the guy had already been startled so badly by the Joker trying to kidnap him that he sucker punched the Joker into the wall of the alley so hard the clown died.

Said twink then realized what he had done and that he had a witness, that witness being Red Hood himself, and had started his frenzied speech on how it was an accident and to please don’t take him to jail he’s only just started his scholarship at Gotham U. and he can’t have murder on his track record yet.

Breathless, Jason looks at the nervous twink in front of him, who's still trying to plead his case, and who just obliterated the Joker with a punch.

Before his brain can catch up to his mouth, he’s already cutting the distressed monologuing off.

“Can I kiss you?” He blurts out.

Danny, taken off guard, breaks out of his panicked—oh, Ancients, I just killed someone— stupor and lets out a startled laugh.

“Take me out to dinner first” came the automatic joking reply, Danny still largely in shock of what he did.

Jason, either not picking up on the joking tone or ignoring it, nods seriously, already trying to come up with the best place for a dinner date with the cute twink to thank him for his service to the city.

Danny, who has calmed down slightly by now, glances between the red-helmed vigilante and the clown corpse. His gaze lands on Red Hood and he hesitantly speaks up again.

“So, uh, what happens now? Do I need to go to the station to make a statement orrrr?” He pauses awkwardly.

Jason, who’s still trying to figure out whether the Bat Burger would be a good place for a first date or not, doesn’t reply.

“I’ve got school in the morning and I only have like,” he pauses to check his phone for the time, “3 more hours before I have to be up for my first lesson. Soooo, I’m just gonna go. That cool?”

Again, he waits for a reply. But it doesn’t come.

“Right. Cool cool. Uh, see you later? Mr. Red Hood dude sir?” Danny gives a clumsy and awkward salute before turning tail and speed-walking away.

It’s not until 30 minutes later, once Jason has finally decided on the perfect place to take the guy to dinner to, that he realizes the twink is gone.

Fuck, he forgot to ask for the guy’s name.

…

And number.

#dp x dc #I imagine the next day danny is in his apartment and gets interrupted by a knock #on the window #and he just opens the window to find red hood outside #jason: so u ready for that dinner?#danny: ???!!?!#jason: ive got the entire night planned out for us first we’ll have dinner and then we’ll go to the gotham observatory-#danny: say no more #danny doesnt even question how red hood found out who he was and where he lives and even that he likes space #meanwhile jason spent the entire day trying to find out everything he could about the mysterious twink #he probably got tim or babs to use the cams + facial regcognition and stuff to find out everything he could abt danny #tim/babs: alright so his name’s daniel fenton and he’s been living in gotham for abt a week now cuz he started at GU and-#jason: what’s his favorite color? what are his hobbies? what does his dream date look like? give me something to work with here #dp x dc fic #well less of a fic and more of a one-shot or short prompt #just something I randomly came up with and fleshed out a little in my head during work cuz i was bored #love the idea of jason seeing twink!danny obliterating the joker with a punch and just. falling in love. immediately #dpxdc #dcxdp #dp x dc prompt #dp x dc crossover #dead on main #dead on main ship #petiteposts

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in-som-niyah · 26 days

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ok another floating thought:

Jason Todd does not tolerate bad eating habits.

Iced coffee for breakfast? Absolutely not.

6pm and you had not a single sip of water? Forget it.

Having a single slice of toast for lunch AND dinner? Naur babes.

You will be eating 3 square meals a day will allowance for snacks and 'happy foods' as he likes to call them.

As soon as you complain about a headache, stomachache, light-headedness, fatigue he will tell you to go fucking eat something with a glass of water, not coffee.

Its even worse if you live together like i strongly believe he would wake up early just to make you a balanced breakfast before you go about your day.

GOD BUT IF UR IN UNI??? babe be ready bc he will break into your dorm to bring u food that he cooked u himself. (he's a loverboy duh)

no time to cook or order? He's gotchu

too tired? already on the way

exam season with barely any time to take a breath? already on it babe he'll spoonfeed you while you revise your textbook

and plus, how else are you supposed to grow as big and strong as him when you're only eating half a meal a day?

I WANNA MUNCH ON HIS MOOSCLES SO BAD FUCKKKKK

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fictionismyreality3 · 1 month

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Can we have a smut of stalker Jason with somnophilia and crazy to eat pussy? Plsss

I mean, Jason is a natural fucking pussy eater.

AND I'M HAPPY TO HAVE PLACED YOUR FIRST RESQUET!!

Can I be the 💦 anon? To u know that is me

Too Much to Take (18+)

Jason Todd x Reader

Tags: Smut, stalker!jason todd, possessive!jason todd

Warnings: romance and everything that comes with it, somnophilia, stalking, dubcon, guns, drugs, little to no aftercare.

Notes: hi babes!! I’m so so sorry this took so long, a bear ate my phone. My beautiful 💦 your request is much appreciated. I know it’s unrealistic that the reader never wakes up but I have nevER EVER BEEN HAPPIER.

The cool, night breeze of Bludhaven blew the white chiffon curtains your mother had gotten you in the wind. Across from your bed sat a gorgeous, kingly armchair where you loved to sit and read. Your apartment was carefully decorated by your artful hands, each piece put perfectly in its place. When you got home everyday, you knew you would be returning to a safe, cozy home full of memories and comfort items. Everything was just how it should be.

That’s why the man standing in your apartment was so out of place.

You were asleep, of course. Knocked out after a long day running errands. Your bed had welcomed you warmly, and you couldn’t resist cracking open your window just a little bit, wanting to savour the start of spring.

You knew the automatic danger that came with living in Bludhaven, but you’d saved up enough to move to a nicer area, and your apartment was on the 8th floor of your building. Surely, nobody would bother risking the fall.

Surely.

It had been three days since Jason had first saw you. Three days too long since he’d seen you in person. He’d watched you nearly every minute of the last 72 hours, consuming every ounce of information he could find about you and your life.

His shift watching over Bludhaven ended tomorrow, when Dick would be returning from wherever he went. So, he only had around a day left of viable excuse to be near you. After that, finding a reason to be in Bludhaven even longer would be his main priority. It was clear that he’d already be wherever you were. The thought of not being able to reach you was enough to shatter what little was left of his soul.

No, no, there was no going back now.

And so, Jason found himself perched on the rooftop across from your building, the endless Bludhaven rain pelting across his broad shoulders.

He spent the first few moments watching you carry out your night routine. It was all things many people in Bludhaven overlooked, or dropped as soon as their lives were overtaken by the chaos in the city. Somehow, you’d managed to maintain a semblance of a normal life even while being surrounded by shootings and drug runs.

He stayed still, hovering over your apartment like a cloud of death, his gaze never breaking to stray to anything else but you. He watched you make dinner, he watched you tidy up, he watched you get ready for bed. All of it was as fascinating to him as everything he’d seen when he researched your background.

All the little habits you did. The way you fiddled with the timer on the stove while you waited for the food, the way you danced to your music while you did dishes, the way you preferred an endless heap of pillows on your bed. Every little quirk he watched served to drill your presence deeper into his being. You were exactly what he needed.

So pure.

Innocent enough to leave your bedroom window open in the middle of a crime surge in the only city worse than Gotham.

It gave Jason the perfect opportunity to watch you sleep, and the perfect opportunity to survey your apartment for places to set up cameras. He’d need to make sure that he had every inch of the place covered so he could watch you at all times. The last thing Jason wanted was for some criminal or other creep to breathe the same air as you.

Oh, how cute.

He looked on as you settled into bed, reaching over to your nightstand to pat the head of a tiny giraffe plushy, as if it would stand guard and protect you from all the dangers in the world. You didn’t need a stupid plushie. You had him now.

But what if you needed him and he wasn’t there? What if you left your window open every night and someone with worse intentions was there to take advantage of it? He needed to be there to protect you, to keep away all the dangers and make sure you lived like a princess. It could happen tonight if Jason wasn’t careful. He couldn’t have that.

Wind blew the curtains in your window aside, as if the world was parting the barriers that lay between you. He was just going to make sure that nobody who was less well meaning than him would take a chance to hurt you.

With the speed of years and years of training, Jason hopped from rooftop to rooftop, as quiet as a panther stalking its prey. But Jason wasn’t stalking you. No, he was helping you, making sure you were safe.

Landing on your fire escape balcony without a sound, Jason stood motionless as he peered into your bedroom, his eyes locked on your sleeping form.

You were like an angel in his eyes. Something clean and untouched. Something that he could have all to himself now that he’d found you. Jason wasn’t worried about tainting you with his red-stained hands, no, you were saving him. You had saved him.

He took the time to study your bedroom, burning each item of decor into his mind. There were so many perfect spots to put cameras, and of course, he’d brought some with him just in case. They were small, tech he had ‘borrowed’ from Bruce’s generous stockpile in the safe house he was staying at.

He could have them placed and synced back up with his computer in less than five minutes. It would be so easy he wouldn’t even wake you.

And Jason didn’t want to wake you. It wasn’t just the fact that he felt you looked so peaceful sleeping, something he would hate to disturb, it was that he wasn’t ready.

If you knew who he was, how could he guarantee your safety? Not to mention the fact that you might even try to run from him.

Like hell.

So, Jason found himself pushing the window you’d cracked open further, till he could just slip inside. Landing on the balls of his feet as he’d been trained to do a hundred times before, his presence was barely audible.

Just being in the same room as you felt like he was drunk and more alert than ever all at once. In the back of his mind, a sour voice told him to stop, to let this be the farthest he went and leave before things got out of hand. God forbid Bruce found out. But he pushed those thoughts away as quickly as they came.

Taking his time, he walked slowly around your bedroom, his eyes soaking in everything that was just you. It was impossible to resist purusing your things as he came to your dresser. Trailing his fingers across all the little decorations you had, he closed his eyes, imagining he was touching your skin instead.

He couldn’t resist opening the drawers, and nearly sank to his knees when he saw that the first one he opened was full of your panties and bras. His mask suddenly felt constricting, and he immediately noticed his breaths pick up.

“Jesus Christ.” He huffed out in a sharp breath, his heartbeat pounding in his ears.

Looking back over at you sleeping in the bed, it was like he had the devil on both shoulders. Without thinking long enough to regret it, he reached for the prettiest pair, pocketing it so quickly it may as well had never been there.

Jason let out a heavy sigh, but continued placing cameras in places nobody but him would think to check. He’d have to come back later to do the rest of the apartment.

After just watching you sleep for what felt like far too little time, Jason finally willed himself to turn and leave. Every fibre of his being was screaming in protest. The thought of getting to be this close to you, only to have it ripped away, was almost too much to bear. Still, he made his way back to your window. That’s when he heard it.

The sound of rustling sheets filled Jason’s expertly trained ears and his gaze snapped to the noise instantly as he froze in place, halfway out your window.

Dear god.

Where you had been snuggled cutely in your blankets, you had kicked them off to leave your lower half exposed.

Your gorgeous legs lay splayed across your bed, long and elegant. All of his senses were dialled in on the singular sight of you. His cock thrummed with heat almost instantly, his pants stretched out by his girth as his gazed strayed further.

You were wearing a pair of flimsy sleep shorts and a shirt that was far too big for you and he’d be damned if he said it wasn’t the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.

With an amount of restraint he didn’t think he possessed, Jason bit his tongue, practically salivating at the sight of you. He rested his head against the window frame, halfway out of your apartment, halfway towards making a very bad decision.

He should leave. He should leave and never come back and leave you alone and stop. But he couldn’t.

Fuck it.

Refusing to spend any more time not having you, Jason pulled himself back through your window, prowling towards your bed.

He just stood there for a while like he had already, staring at the delicious curve of your ass and feeling his cock harden in his pants. If he was already going to hell for this then he would take his time savouring his sins.

But he could only hold himself back for so long.

With a quiet groan, Jason crept nearer to your side, pulling away the rest of the blankets as carefully as he could. It wasn’t that important for him to see all of you just yet. Not only was his mind only focused on one thing, but he knew he had all the time in the world to study every part of you. You were his after all.

Now that your lower half was exposed to the cool spring air, there was only one barrier keeping Jason from taking what was holding his entire soul. He prayed you were a heavy sleeper, and lowered himself to his stomach on the bed. Propped up on his elbows, there were only a few inches separating him from the only thing he wanted.

Thank god for sleep shorts.

In the back of his mind, he was already adding buying you something less revealing to his list of things to do, not wanting anyone to see you but him. But that could wait.

Taking off his mask and placing it on the floor beside your bed, he bit his tongue and gently hooked his fingers underneath your sleep shorts, pulling them to the side. All at once the breath left his lungs and he felt like his world was being tipped upside down. You didn’t wear any panties to bed.

Jason had to close his eyes for a moment in order to control his urge to wake you up and ravish you. When he opened them again, they flickered green and he zeroed in on what was making his mouth water.

Your pretty little pussy.

It was a miracle he’d gotten this far to be honest, but you didn’t seem to stir for anything. Thanking whatever force was allowing him this one pleasure, he moved closer to you and began taking what he wanted so desperately.

The moment his mouth met your pussy he nearly came in his pants.

Stopping for a second, he waited for any sign you were awake, his heart pounding in his ears. But you were still silent. Jason took this as his go ahead, but he had no intentions of stopping anyway.

He peppered kisses along your pussy, drunk on the softness of your skin and the taste of you on his lips. Everything in him was bursting with thrill, and he could barely stop himself from rutting against your bed to get some much needed friction. He wasn’t in his mind anymore, the only thing keeping him tethered to the planet was your sweet little cunt.

You began to breathe a little heavier in your sleep, your soft breathing quickly getting deeper. But Jason didn’t stop.

He couldn’t.

Not when you tasted so divine, not when your skin felt like heaven on his tounge. He moved to your clit now, his whole face practically pressed into your pussy. If he was gonna go out between your legs, it was a death he would gladly take.

He sucked on your clit, alternating between swirling his tounge around it in tight little circles and sloppily eating you out. It was getting harder and harder for Jason to control the level of noise he was making. His groans and low, rumbling growls began to fill the room. It was just you. Only you in his mind, his heart, and his soul.

Oh, fuck.

You were making these cute little noises now. Little breathy whimpers and whines were leaving your lips. With each sound that reached his ears, he felt a bit more of his control slipping.

He hadn’t even noticed he was fucking you with two fingers until you began to squirm. All at once he halted all his movement, waiting for his fun to end, but your eyes never opened. This would all just be a really good dream for you. He almost chuckled at the idea.

Certain you’d stay asleep, he buried his face in your pussy, eating you like a man starved. His fingers pumped in and out of your now slick cunt, and his eyes rolled to the back of his head as he tasted your sweetness on his tongue.

But it wasn’t enough. He needed more.

He needed to make you cum. He needed to be the one, the only one, bringing you pleasure. He wanted to feel your cum running down his face. He wanted to taste you on his tongue three days from now.

There was no point trying to contain himself anymore. He’d already jumped off the edge a long time ago. Jason pumped a third finger into you, allowing himself to grind his raging cock against your bed. The noises you were making were getting louder, and you were beginning to writhe in your sheets every time he slammed his fingers into you. He knew he’d have to be quick, but honestly, he didn’t know how much more he could take.

Taking your clit in between his teeth, he grazed the sensitive skin just enough to have you even wetter for him. Jason was desperate. All his cares, all his worries had been replace by an unending, carnal urge for you.

Only you.

He pumped his fingers faster, driving them in and out while he ate you like a man possessed. Then, he got to experience what was easily the best thing that ever happened to him.

Without warning, your needy whimpers turned into one long, high pitched whine, and your sweetness burst into Jason’s mouth. He felt like he died all over again, cumming in his pants as he groaned into your pussy, shuddering. Never once did his fingers stop, only slowing to allow himself to lap up all of your juices.

The world was quiet for a moment as he stayed hooked on your cunt, his eyes closed in bliss.

But he couldn’t stay forever.

With an insane amount of difficulty, Jason placed one more kiss on your clit, and pulled your shorts back in place. His own underwear would be ruined, and he would definitely have to wash his pants, but he couldn't have given less of a shit.

Once he was sure you’d stay asleep, he moved off the bed, coming to stand beside your now flushed face. Jason didn’t know what was worse, having to leave after tasting the best thing ever, or the fact that you’d only remember this as a dream.

Not wanting to think about anything but how full his heart felt, he leaned down and pressed a feather light kiss to your cheek.

“Sweet dreams, baby. You’re mine.” He whispered softly, as if you could hear him, and brushed a lock of your hair behind your ear.

Taking one last glance at your pretty face, he turned and crept his way out of your apartment, leaving the way he came, through the window.

He made sure to close it.

It was clear to Jason that he should be feeling shame, remorse or disgust with himself for what he just did, but the only thing on his mind was how he wanted you awake for next time. And there would be a next time.

When you awoke that morning, and the haze of sleep cleared from your mind, your focus instantly went to the wetness between your thighs. You blushed as vague memories of a rather nice dream sprung to the forefront of your thoughts.

Shaking your head, you crawled out of bed, yawning, when your eyes caught on a slightly confusing sight.

“Didn’t I leave that open?”

#oneshot #jason todd x fem!reader #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x you #jason todd x reader #jason todd smut #jason todd fanfiction #jason todd #red hood x reader #red hood #red hood x you #red hood x y/n

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krashoutluv · 2 months

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Ur writing makes me emotional im literally writhing on the floor jason let me take care of u bbg 😭 can u write smth ab him letting his s/o take care of him after a rough patrol? Can be sfw or nsfw

HEHEHEHE THANK YOU ANON!! I GOTT YOUUU

im so proud of this it took long but im literally writing this at 3:49 AM bc of the idea that popped up in my half asleep brain

Taking care of ak!Jason Todd after patrol!! (SFW FLUFFY FIC)

Night after night, Jason Todd would come home to you. Sometimes bloodied and bruised, sometimes frustrated and annoyed, sometimes his feet were dragging and his whole body ached. Tonight he slipped through your apartment window, smooth jazz played so lightly it took him a second to register it. A light in the dining room was on. He could’ve just showered to let the running water tell you he was home, and be greeted with your presence when he came out. But, tonight his eyelids were heavy and his body felt empty. Like a lost ghost, he longed for something that gave him a peace to rest his lamenting spirit. Jason wandered to you, it was second nature at times, he found you sitting at the dinner table working on your laptop.

Your gaze flicked upwards, the red of his helmet catching your eyes. “Welcome back!” You said warmly. Almost in an instant his body felt full, heavy, like he was about to melt into a puddle right then and there.

“Hey.” The helmets voice scrambler hid Jason’s mellowed tone. Slightly frowning underneath it because of its harsh manner, he promptly took it off. After sliding the cold metal off his head, his eyes met yours. You were smiling tenderly at him. Jason drifted toward you, when he got close he felt like his whole body would’ve dropped to your feet and he could in a dormant rest for centuries. As long as you stayed there of course. Hardly noticed how close he stood over you until he felt himself moving down to kiss your cheek. Jason stopped himself, “Can I?” he whispered to you feebly. You nodded to him with that warm smile he longed for desperately. Jason pressed his cold lips to your cheekbone, the sensation of your skin soothed that longing feeling. He pressed another one firmly, helplessly trying to quarrels his yearning soul. Jason caught himself, skin flushed as he dragged himself away.

A sigh escaped his lips and he started turning away,” Would you like one too?” He fixated himself back on you, you were still looking at him lovingly, your finger pressed against your lips, waiting for his response.

Wordlessly he bowed his head back toward you, turning his head for you to kiss his unbranded cheek. Jason wasn’t ready for you to touch that side of him so directly. He didn’t want you to meet the oily black hate, the only other thing that touched his heart, his longing, his ache as comfortingly as you did. The discomfort seeped from him when he felt your plush lips meet his skin, it wasn’t quick, not too long either. In Jason’s mind it was perfection, it made that tar that stuck in his veins seem like a pathetic substitute. It made his breath heavy, all but burdened with a swollen heart. It made him feel untouchable, not in his brutal norm but in a heavenly stillness. It made him scared. That you could take care of him, not just when his body bled but when you filled something enigmatically empty inside him. Something that he could only fill with that hate that he clutched onto like a boy to his mother.

Jason lugged himself away from you. He wasn’t sure what would hurt him more and he wasn’t ready to find out. He sat across from you pressing his callous palms against his face.

“Bad night?”

“Mhm. Something like that.”

“Need anything?” He already got it.

“No.”

He would be lying if he were to say he wouldn’t wish to a star like a child, asking for your ease indefinitely.

i love him☹️

#arkham knight x reader #jason todd x reader #red hood x reader #arkham knight x gn!reader #jason todd x gn!reader #red hood x gn!reader #arkham knight x you #jason todd x you #red hood x you #|| 🪼krash responds to u #🪼krash writes fanfic #🪼krash rambles about ak!jason todd #skullkidwithsunglasses

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brownsugarwrites · 8 months

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Bruce Wayne n sundress season😍just looking at you like👀👀👀 and plotting to fuck u up in the best way🤭

ok so yes!!!! you and bruce parent dick, jason and, time :3

You were seen packing the beach bag in the kitchen before you took the boys out for the day and you’re just distracting him.

He didnt think the dress would fit you THAT well. I mean when you saw it in the window at the mall of course he was gonna buy it! You’re his wife like its his duty as a husband to get you things.

Regardless when he came out of one of the boys room to see you fixing lunch he had to restrain himself. He quietly stood from behind the wall before making his presence know watching you make the sandwiches while some music could be heard coming from your phone.

All he wanted to do was bend you over the counter while lifting your dress up and pulling your panties to the side and-

"Bruce honey!!! I need your help" You would call for him clueless that he was standing just a few feet away

Making his way into the kitchen he made his way behind you to place a quick kiss on your neck

Giggling lightly you continued to bag the lunches

“Sweetie can you check on the boys for me?” you would ask turning to look at him with wide and excited eyes

Caressing your cheek he explained that Jason just got out the shower while Grayson was... being Grayson and the only one that was ready was Tim.

"That leaves us with some time to spare" he would hint at before trailing his hands down your plush thighs giving it a teasing squeeze feeling him brush up against you.

"Bruce the boys are just upstairs" you sighed feeling more kisses being placed on your neck

"It will be quick sweetheart just relax" he said in your ear before bunching up your dress before resting his hands on your hips and playing with the thin strings of your underwear

“Nun uh Bruce you say that every time. We promised the boys we’ll take them to the beach love” you said trying to fight away his kisses

“We still can baby. We have the whole day” he explain before moving your body back to his feeling the slight tent in his pants.

He was right. it was only 11:30 but you wanted to get back in time to make dinner

But as the kisses became more intense and his neediness turned into yours and you soon lost your restraint

Reaching into your panties his calloused fingers starting to play with your sensitive clit as he continued to kiss and suck along your neck teasingly.

"Cmon baby you gotta open up for me" he would say teasingly along your neck while hiking your leg up so he could pull your panties to the side.

Giving into his touch you mentally cursed to yourself.

"its gonna be quick" You thought/prayed to yourself

You guys went for two rounds on the counter and didnt leave the house till one pm.

#bruce wayne x black!reader #bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne x black reader #bruce wayne x black batmom #batman x reader #batman x black!reader

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nerdpoe · 1 year

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To Fail and to Succeed

AO3

Graphic depictions of death, descriptions of the sounds and smell of someone dying via electricity, don't read if u can't handle it. Take care of urself.

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Bruce was about to start falling asleep standing up, he could tell.

This couple had just talked nonstop for five hours about something that didn’t exist.

But he needed to act like Brucie, and Brucie needed to cement the fact that he was a frivolous idiot who would back other idiots like these ones.

His mind ached for something substantial to do, and the comm in his ear had long since fallen silent. He could tell that Dick was still there, at least; the snoring gave it away.

His other children had long since gotten bored and, after two hours of impressions and making fun of the Drs Fenton, had wandered off.

“-And that’s why our Portal is a guaranteed way to explore other dimensions!” Maddie cut into his thoughts, startling him to the extent that he had to put conscious effort not to tense up and dodge away from her proximity.

“You also get to skip that annoying airfare!” Jack worthlessly concluded, slapping Bruce on the back.

“Mom, Dad; you’re both on the no-fly list, remember?” Their daughter, Jasmine, the only blessedly normal one, reminded them on her way out the door. Bruce felt the involuntary sigh of relief leave him; they would not be able to legally fly to Gotham.

Thank god for small mercies.

“Oh Jazzie-pants, like that would stop us!”

Did Maddie Fenton just confess to a crime? Did that mean he could report them?

Could Bruce…go home?

“Easy B, just put up with it until after dinner and you get to come back to your usual broody cave. I’ll even ask Alfred to make you cookies.”

Damn. Dick had woken up.

Bruce grimaced and moved so his hidden camera was fully taking in the lab. One last shot before excusing himself.

“Well, this has been a very interesting-”

“Anyways the portal is ready to go now!”

And with very little fanfare, Jack Fenton slammed the power switch down and stood directly in front of the supposed interdimensional portal. Ghost Zone portal. Whatever, anyone who knew anything about dimensions knew what that thing really was.

Bruce tensed and prepared to yank the fool to safety, but…nothing.

Nothing happened.

Bruce could have cried with relief.

These two were far too scatterbrained to put their literal doctorates to use.

He instead opted for putting a hand over his still-rapidly beating heart and letting out a very small, very unnoticeable wheeze.

He’d already been lost to time once, if he had to do it again because of these two mad scientists-because that is definitely what they were and they were going on a watch list after this-he would have…

He…

Well, Bruce wasn’t sure what he would have done.

Waited for his kids or friends to get him out again and then personally apprehend the Fentons, probably.

Jack looked like he was about to cry.

Scratch that, the man was actively tearing up.

Maddie rushed over to comfort him and Bruce used their distraction to get a better look at the portal without all the background noise.

It was…surprisingly well built. There was no cable management, no safety features, and its very purpose was unhinged. Otherwise, a fairly solid build.

The Drs Fenton would definitely be on the watch list for potential villains.

All Bruce needed was for Tim to tell him how best to make sure this monstrosity never worked, but his chronically sleep-deprived son had just fallen asleep, so that would have to be put on hold.

“I’m so sorry, Mr. Wayne, but it looks like the Ghost Zone is going to have to wait,” Maddie sighed, looking just as heartbroken over it as her husband, “In the meantime, why don’t we go get some burgers. Cheer ourselves up.”

Bruce nodded along, playing up the sympathetic look and herding the couple upstairs towards the front door.

Halfway to the strange amalgamation they called their car, he stopped.

His Dad Sense, as Jason called it, was going off.

Jack and Maddie were in front of him.

Jasmine was walking down the street to do…something. Possibly library, if he remembered the layout of the city correctly.

Their son, Daniel was…

Quiet.

For all he had been bugging them to see the Portal come online, he had gone upstairs with his friends and they hadn’t heard a peep since.

Now that Bruce was thinking about it, he hadn’t even heard any footsteps running around up there.

That was Not Good.

The only time teenagers were that quiet was if they weren’t in the house to begin with, or if they were planning something they weren’t allowed to do.

Bruce would know.

He’d semi-raised enough teenagers to know.

Daniel and his friends were about to do something Stupid.

And looking at the boy’s parents, they would probably cheer him on.

“Hey, how about I meet you guys at the restaurant,” Brucie said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck and laughing, “I just realized I should pick up some documents from the hotel! I’ll grab those and then we can get that funding underway, hey? Your inventions really are out of this world!”

“Of course, Brucie, you take your time!” Jack vigorously shook his hand, almost yanking Bruce’s entire body off the ground.

Was the man a meta?

“We’ll meet you at Nasty Burger!” Maddie called, revving the engine of that…thing.

Bruce stayed out long enough to wave at them as they drove away and ran over multiple streetlights-why did they have drivers licenses-before diving for the front door and rushing in as quickly as he could.

Through the living room, down to the left, onto the basement stairs and-

-no.

Why were teenagers like this!?

“B?”

Daniel Fenton was dressed in only a hazmat suit, one designed for chemical exposure and not anything else, and was walking into the highly electrified metal arch.

“B, get him out of there!”

Bruce was already leaping over the railing, landing on a table and scattering the glassware. Daniel’s friends, Samantha and Tucker, bolted away from him, taking the phone they had been using to record their stupid stunt with them.

He ignored them.

“Daniel James Fenton!” The boy’s name was ripped from his mouth, voice in full Batman mode, before he even had time to think.

Daniel jumped.

Daniel turned around too quickly for his own two feet.

Daniel tripped.

Daniel fell.

Daniel reached out to stabilize himself.

Bruce was two steps away.

Then the world went Green.

Bruce couldn’t hear what Dick was saying as his body soared through the air and landed hard against the opposite wall.

What he could hear was the unending screams of a child being electrified to death.

He shakily pushed himself up, ignoring the pain from the probable concussion, and forced himself to stand.

The air was thick with smoke, and Bruce gagged when the smell hit him.

Pork roast.

Burning plastic.

The sickly-sweet scent of rot.

“-uce! Bruce! Are you okay?! I’m sending-”

Bruce was not okay.

Bruce could not string together a plan, and Daniel was still screaming.

If Daniel could still scream, then it meant that Daniel was still alive.

Bruce didn’t think, for once.

He charged forward, stuck his hands into the Lazarus Green portal, grabbed what he assumed was Daniel, and pulled.

First through the portal were the arms he was clutching, followed by a head of glowing white hair, and, finally, the rest of the boy.

It was Daniel, Bruce was sure. Same body build, same face, just different colors.

It would be fine.

Barry had survived his lab accident, Daniel would too.

He had to keep telling himself it would be fine, or his brain would shove him back to Ethiopia; with the same smells and the same smoke and a different dead child.

~~~~~~

Danny felt himself being yanked out of the pain, through the green, and laid on the floor of his parent’s lab.

He took his time, shivering and twitching as he hyperventilated. Whatever had just happened to him, he didn’t need to come back to himself until absolutely necessary.

He swore he could still feel the electricity burrowing under his skin, crawling up his spine, and-

-He didn’t want to think about that anymore.

Danny just wanted to go to bed.

Or play video games.

Or get a hug.

Danny could really go for a hug.

The shivering was dying down, and the twitching had almost stopped.

One more minute and he was starting to get his breathing under control too.

Opening his eyes, the first thing Danny saw was Mr. Wayne, crouched in front of him, talking to someone Danny couldn’t see, and looking over Danny with glowing, iridescent green eyes.

“Daniel, can you hear me now?”

Danny nodded, not trusting his voice to work.

“Good, hold on; there’s a…very specialized medical team who need to look you over.”

Oh, no.

Danny decided it was time to tell his voice to suck it up.

“Don’t-don’t tell my parents!”

Mr. Wayne paused, staring down at him incredulously.

“Are you joking?”

Wow, Mr. Wayne sounded a lot like Sam when he was pissed.

Time to butter him up.

“No. I’m not. By the way, Mr. Wayne, whoever told you that the uh, white streak was a good look for you definitely deserves a raise! Totally! Also I swear I won’t tell anyone you’re a meta.”

Mr. Wayne froze, staggered up, and turned to look at the mirror next to Sam and Tucker.

They looked horrified, but they’d also just found out one of the richest men in the world’s deepest secret, so Danny couldn’t blame them.

Then Mr. Wayne let out a strangled sound, and Danny knew his attempt to butter the man up had failed.

“No, it’s fine. Dick. Dick, it’s fine. Stop panicking. Please, I can’t…deal. With that. I’ll go for a check up on the way back.”

Also Mr. Wayne had an imaginary friend.

Stupid.

Danny should have complimented the imaginary friend too.

“Danny, dude, what?”

Danny turned to look at Tucker, only to lean away from the tears on his Best Friends face.

“Danny. Danny? Danny, I think you’re dead,” Sam whispered, the closed off look on her face when the world became too much.

“He’s not-”

“No I’m not-”

He paused in time with Mr. Wayne, who suddenly looked very concerned and glanced over at his parent’s stupid project.

Danny thought the concern wasn’t warranted.

“I’m not dead, look, I have a pulse and ev..ery…” Danny frowned, pushing his fingers against his jugular harder.

Nothing.

Hand over chest?

Nothing.

Wait, when was the last time he breathed after the panic attack?

He couldn’t remember.

“...Mr. Wayne,” Danny whispered, staring at the only adult in the room and hoping he could help, “Where’s my pulse?”

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nokomiss · 2 months

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for a prompt, would you be interested in writing jaysteph established relationship on a mission in a college/uni setting? love your writing! ♥️

“This is so dumb,” Jason said. “Steph, my darling, my cupcake, just let me burn this place down and then I’ll take you out for dinner.”

“Absolutely not,” Steph said. “Some problems can’t be fixed with arson, and this is one of them.”

“I’m pretty sure arson would fix it,” Jason said. “Or at least improve it enough that we don’t need to be involved.”

They both took a few moments to stare at the problem in question. Bludhaven Community College’s library was somehow worse than the rest of the campus. Dick had asked them to take over a case he didn’t have time for.. He had called the place a possible money laundering front; it was now obvious that it was also an illegal gambling den. They’d narrowed down the possible physical location to the library.

They had been here undercover for two entire days. Jason had taken on the humanities department, believing firmly it had been a front (“They don’t even offer a Shakespeare class. This place is a travesty. A mockery of education.”) but had come up empty handed. Steph had centered her sights on the dining hall – well, more cafe, as there were no dorms, but it served breakfast and lunch, and Steph firmly believed them to be evil for charging ten bucks for a grilled cheese. Unfortunately price gouging appeared to be their only crime. That, and the lack of seasoning.

Steph had noticed the library early on the second day. It was a small, shabby building on the left side of campus, identifiable as a library only by the small sign outside, and what had drawn her attention was the lack of foot traffic heading that way. At the very least people should have scoped it out as a prime napping location – she had taken some incredible naps in the Gotham U library – but no one seemed interested.

So they’d infiltrated it. Meaning they hadn’t even been asked to flash their (fake) student IDs at the door, just wandered inside. Once inside, they were surprised at the lack of, well, anything in the library, even given that it was Bludhaven. No books, no media, just some empty shelves with a few sad newspapers spread out on them, a few tables with some computer monitors on them – all powered off, Steph wasn’t even sure if they were connected to anything – and a couple of sad uncomfortable chairs that had clearly come from a waiting room somewhere. They’d been ready to give up when they’d found the stairs claiming to lead down to the main stacks.

There were no main stacks. Instead they’d found a locked door, which Jason picked the lock on easily enough, only to lead the way down to a room filled with clearly-rigged slot machines. It was currently empty, thankfully.

“You know, we really do run into shockingly few gambling dens in Gotham,” Steph said thoughtfully. “Wonder what’s up with that.”

“No one wants to use their luck up on winning a few bucks,” Jason offered. “Probably think they’d rather use their luck to avoid getting caught up in supervillain nonsense. Plus, you know, Two Face.”

“That would be like a homing beacon for him, wouldn’t it?” Steph said. Then she remembered that they were not actually wearing their costumes, since they’d gone to the trouble of pretending to be students at Bludhaven Community College, and that there were probably multiple cameras down here to safeguard the machines. “Hey, wanna make out?”

“Always, but is now really the time?” Jason said. Steph suspected he was still a little annoyed that she had shot down the whole ‘burn the library down’ plan. She was honestly shocked that he would even suggest that, in case the books that ought to be present were hidden away somewhere, but probably Jason wanted to burn the library down as revenge for the removal of the books.

She rolled her eyes. “Babe. We’re on camera. Coming down here to make out is the normal reason to break into a secret casino.”

She’d spotted and recognized the camera models; they didn’t record sound, so their conversation was private. Their presence, though, would clearly be noticed.

“Oh. Yeah, okay.” Jason smiled at her. A devastating smile, one that she never quite got used to being directed at her, even though they’d been together for a few months. But also one meant to distract her from the fact that she had been a step ahead of him for once, and she absolutely was going to bring it up later.

For now, though, she grabbed a handful of his ass and pulled him closer to her. “Plus, I wanted to. I haven’t seen you in forever.”

Maybe an exaggeration, but one that made Jason lean down to press a gentle kiss to the tip of her nose. “I still can’t believe it took me two weeks to get back from that Outsiders mission.”

Steph hummed a vague answer and hooked her other hand on his neck, tangling her fingers into his hair. It always surprised her, how soft it was. “Gonna make up for lost time.”

Then she caught his mouth with her own. The kiss started off gentle and sweet – nothing at all like the bruising first one they’d shared, both wild-eyed and a little bloody after a brawl with a half-dozen bikers, that had sparked their relationship. Steph sighed into Jason’s mouth and let the softness of his embrace relax her, feeling tension she hadn’t realized she was holding in her shoulders fade away.

The kiss continued, soft and slow, until Steph remembered she still had a handful of Jason’s ass, and squeezed it. She could feel his smile against her mouth, then he stepped in closer and closer, crowding her back until they were pressed up against one of the slot machines.

Jason licked at her mouth, and Steph obligingly opened her mouth, deepening the kiss. She ran her tongue along his, and loved the tiny sounds he made in response. Her hand traveled up his back under his shirt, and she traced little shapes along his back.

If she traced a heart and their initials together along his spine, he didn’t say anything. But the way he was kissing her showed his approval.

Jason kissed along her jaw to mouth at the spot on her neck that never failed to make her weak-kneed. She put more of her weight against the slot machine, tilting her head to give him easier access.

If only all missions were this fun.

Jason’s mouth worked at her throat, and she let out a breathy sound that was honestly embarrassing but made Jason intensify things. He lifted her up, propping her between the slot machine and his body, her legs encircling his hips to hold on tighter.This angle was better; Jason didn’t have to lean down as far, and she could grind her hips against his. She’d missed this, missed him so much. Steph gave a little nibble to his earlobe, just to hear his breath catch.

But when Jason’s hand dipped under her waistband, she stopped him.

“Cameras,” she whispered. Steph was having a good time, but she didn’t want to give the criminals that much of a show.

“Oh, right,” Jason said, his embarrassed tone clearly giving away that he had forgotten they were there. Steph felt a surge of something like pride that she’d distracted him so thoroughly.

He nuzzled her neck one final time, planting a tiny kiss on her earlobe, then pulled away. “Explore a little before we go?”

It was fun, moving through the rows of gambling machines while peering around trying to notice clues while trying to look like college kids just exploring. Steph jabbed at Jason’s side in his ticklish spot to make him let out a giggle, and he retaliated by tugging at her ponytail.

She wondered if this is what they would have been like, if they’d met outside of the cape, if they’d led different lives.

It should have been a bitter thought, but instead Steph found it comforting, that they’d ended up here anyway.

In the back corner was another door. Steph figured it could either lead to a way out of the gambling den – only an idiot would set up somewhere illegal without a back exit in case of cops – or maybe an office.

Either way, it was clearly a space they’d need to investigate while wearing their costumes, because making out in the casino was one thing, but breaking into the office with their faces just out there was another.

“We done here?”

Jason nodded, though Steph didn’t miss the way his gaze lingered on her mouth for just a second too long.

“How about you buy me that dinner you were talking about earlier, then we come back here and bust some heads?”

“Sounds like a date.”

Eight hours later, they stood in front of the burning library of Bludhaven Community College.

“I can’t believe you actually burned it down,” Jason said admiringly. “Only thing better would have been if I’d gotten to use the grenade launcher.”

Steph didn’t love his use of the word the, and wondered where he could possibly have a grenade launcher stashed. “Well, babe, it was a total accident, but a serendipitous one.”

How was she supposed to have known that she’d knocked a lit Zippo lighter out of the wannabe-mob boss’s hand right into a crate of illegal fireworks? The backroom of the illegal gambling den had been a frankly embarrassing hodgepodge of illegal goods that spoke of poor planning and lack of vision.

She didn’t entirely hate the outcome, though. They’d already snagged a bunch of paperwork to use as evidence, and the slot machines would still be recognizable after the fire had been extinguished, so there was no chance of the guy getting off because the evidence had burned.

And the community college could use the insurance payoff to build a better library. One that perhaps contained books and/or media for the students to use. She’d put in a word with Dick, there were definitely funds floating around somewhere to improve things here.

And she’d gotten to see Jason downright giddy as the wannabe-mob boss had cried while watching his ill-gotten gains go up in flames, gone forever instead of sent to Bludhaven’s police evidence locker to be stolen and sent back out on the streets.

Definitely a win-win.

“We should go undercover together more often,” Jason said. “This was great. I got to argue with a professor about Mary Shelley, make out with you, take down a case Dick didn’t solve, and got a bonfire to boot.”

Steph high fived him. “Dream team.”

“Hell yeah.”

#my fic #stephanie brown #jason todd #jaysteph

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andiwriteordie · 1 year

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did someone ask u abt lucas and bloodbending and max yet bc i am dying to know your thoughts

my ask box is a mess right now and i will return to firebending mike and some airbending will after work (ok. that's a lie bc i have dinner plans tonight) but before work... let me talk about lucas saving max :)

so so so, we've talked a little bit about lucas's relationship to his waterbending. he's definitely not bad at it, per se, but lucas has always been a headstrong person and most definitely more of a fighter than he is a healer by nature. when he's growing up though, for some damn reason, combat fighting doesn't come as easily to him as healing does. he has to work 10x harder to learn combat waterbending, but healing? easy. (side note and not where i was going, but lucas ends up being the one who heals all the cuts and bruises and burns and stuff from when his friends get pushed around by bullies at school—creating an interesting relationship between lucas and his healing. sure, it's useful, especially when they don't want their parents finding out, but what good is his bending if it can only help in the aftermath? he's not strong enough to defend himself or any of his friends. all he can do is patch up their wounds. and that SUCKS.)

by the time book 3 rolls around, we're sitting in the aftermath of now two attempts on will's life by this airbender guy who has a connection with spirits, as well as now two years in a row where the spirits have come and attacked hawkins, leaving people lucas and the others know (like bob and billy) dead. and lucas decides enough is enough. he has to learn how to waterbend better. he's gotta be a fighter, not a healer. so he pushes himself and pushes himself and pushes himself. he's training every day and exhausting himself, but he makes progress.

and during those months in between is when he meets jason, a fellow waterbender who is excellent at combat bending. maybe jason's a probender too, so he sees lucas at the gym and sees his potential and starts to help him learn more. they become good friends, and lucas joins jason's probending team as an alternate. he feels like he's finally beginning to do what he should've been doing all along with his waterbending.

it's right near the beginning of book 3 (probably as jason is going a bit crazy with chrissy's death) that jason presents him with an opportunity. the full moon's coming up, and jason believes in lucas. he thinks he's great at probending, great at combat waterbending, and just great overall. so... does lucas want to learn how to bloodbend? they're going to need it if they're going to hunt own the person who did this to chrissy.

and initially, lucas completely rejects this. he hates the idea of bloodbending—of taking another person's control away from them. he hates it. he refuses to do it, and he and jason have a fight that leads lucas to leave and find the others.

when the time comes, then, and max begins getting targeted by this mysterious airbender with the deep connection to the spirits—that same one who nearly killed will—lucas feels ready. he and max aren't dating anymore, but that doesn't mean he doesn't love her and that doesn't mean he won't do anything to protect her. some way or another (that isn't fully planned in my brain because ah i haven't entirely thought out book 3 on the hawkins side), the group splits up to go fight this airbender and lucas stays with max.

and lucas is there when it starts happening.

will has never described what happened to him before, and they only know what this airbender's techniques are because eddie witnessed chrissy's death. but nothing could prepare lucas for this, and he's trying his damnedest to fight off the spirits keeping him from max, and jason is there too, and sure things are strained right now because they really don't see eye to eye right now, but they have a common enemy. they have to stop the spirits, and they have to stop this airbender.

but the airbender succeeds. lucas can hardly grasp what he's doing, but max is choking, and she can't breathe, and lucas can't get to her. everyone in the hawkins team is overwhelmed by the spirit attack, and it hits lucas that he's going to lose max.

then suddenly, the airbender crumples to the ground. and max does too.

lucas has no idea how. but that airbender isn't his concern right now. somehow, he manages to get to max, and he pulls her to safety, and he realizes she's not breathing. she's not breathing, and she's unconscious, and lucas panics, looking around for any of the airbenders that they're friends with—but will and el are missing, jonathan went to look for them, and robin is nowhere to be found, probably off fighting spirits closer to portal.

and all of lucas's healing training comes back to him. he starts trying to resuscitate max and getting her to breathe at first, but it's not working. and lucas isn't an airbender, and he's switching back and forth between doing compressions and giving her mouth to mouth and just desperately trying to use his waterbending to heal her...

and none of it works. she still won't come back.

it's then that lucas catches a glimpse of jason still fighting, and their chilling conversation from a couple nights before comes to his mind. lucas feels the full moon shining down on him and on max, and he knows what he can do. he knows what he has to do.

he just has to buy max some more time.

so, lucas, acting on instinct and on his healing knowledge, essentially uses his bloodbending to keep max's heart pumping. if he can get her heart to start again and keep it beating, he can buy her a little bit more time. so he does that, and it's the worst feeling in the world because this feels so wrong to reach into someone else's body and force it to do something. but it's also a powerful feeling. the moon shines down on them, imbuing lucas with its spiritual power and energy, and spirits help him, with max's near lifeless body in his arms, how is it that he has never felt more alive as a waterbender? isn't that awful? he didn't want this. he just wants to save max.

as the spirits begin to retreat, lucas yells at jason to find an airbender and to get help because max isn't breathing, and jason looks up and sees what lucas is doing. there's a shared understanding there. lucas did what he had to do for the girl he loves. and jason respects him a lot more for that, something which lucas hates in the aftermath.

in the end, lucas does buy max enough time. robin comes back, and she helps max to breathe, and together, the two of them get max stabilized. once she's stable enough, lucas immediately jumps in with his waterbending and tries to heal her, lest there be any longterm damage, and while the others go search for someone to help get max to a doctor, erica sits beside her older brother. they'd been separated in the battle, but she's here now. and she's never really cared much for healing, but watching lucas restore the damage that's happened to max and do everything he can to protect her from the long-term damage of this near-death experience? it gives erica a newfound respect of her older brother.

anyways. more on ethics and lucas and bloodbending and how he reclaims all this when i answer another ask on this!

#andi's asks #atlagate #stranger things/avatar au #you guys it's finally friday #and the friday before my vacation #everyone cheered

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crispyluc · 1 year

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Me throughout episode 8

-Ma'am please accept your son gayness

-OUR HOUSE?!?!?!? OMG WEN YESSS

-The back hug *chef kiss *

-Mother and son bonding moment 😭

-Not the apron!!!

-KAIPA, MY SWEET DARLING, I LOVE YOU, EVERYTHING WILL BE ALRIGHT

-The last dinner 😭😭😭

-My liming heart, I love them

-Heart is a baby

-Jim please accept Wen's feelings already

-THE LAST DINNER (yes again) 😭😭😭😭😭

-Alan you deserve good things

-ahsuehvsgsyhwg ALAN

-Li Ming is always helping Heart and I think that's beautiful, I love their relationship

-They look so happy!!

-THEY ARE BOYFRIENDS!!!! AAAAAAA!!! SUCH A BEAUTIFUL MOMENT TOO!!! AND THE CHEEK KISS!!!! THEY LOOK SO HAPPY AND IN LOVE!!!!

-Jim and Li Ming talking!! Finally!!! They are good now

-Wen my friend, you have a difficult decision.

-They are on a date omg cuties

-ALANKAIPA or KAIPALAN I don't really care which one

-They are smiling so much!!

-ALAN YOU SMOOTH BOY, FOR DOCUMENTS AND SHIT, SURE, YOU JUST WANT HIS NUMBER WE ALL KNOW

-Look, idk what Alan said on that text message but Kaipa was so confident and happy, they are going on a date, I just know.

-A food truck!!!

-Leng I love youuuuu

-They named their son Jason, I love it

-BOYFRIEND!! WEN YOU DID IT!!! AAAAAAAA OMG JIMWEN YESSSSSS!!!

-Heart baby I wasn't ready for u talking again, I'm gonna cry

-They are going to EEUU together 🥺

-Li Ming is so in love

-I don't know what Heart is saying, I want to cry

-Li liking Heart's voice is doing things to me

-HEART, I'M CRYING NOW, AND IT'S ALL BECAUSE OF YOU

-Cheek kiss🥺😭

-That was a date disguised as a work related meeting and we all know it

-Kaipa really wants to have dinner with Alan, they are cuties

-Also, Alan is so nervous omg

-Alan moving his chair to be near Kaipa

-Leng omg, you don't even try to be discrete

-I was full on sobbing with the end, everyone together

-They are finally watching the damn film and being cute while doing it

-Wen omg

-The kissing and teasing and kissing

-I'M SCREAMING, CRYING, SOBBING, I DON'T EVEN KNOW

This was a lot, but I really loved this serie

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biillys · 2 years

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Heather & Chrissy being FRIENDS. Sleep over with prank calls! Practicing kissing! we were robbed by the Duffer's lack of forethought.

you sent this forever ago i am so sorry i'm terrible at seeing sideblog notifs and just replying in general omg but LITERALLY!!!! Literally.

we deserved okay we DESERVED heather and chrissy bestie moments.

we deserved chrissy hanging around the pool, billy being on duty so heather and chrissy can fuck about.

heather hanging back and waiting around for cheer practice to finish, her and chrissy walking to whoever's giving them a ride from schools car, arm in arm.

heather being judgemental as fuck about chrissy's parents, but being on her best behaviour during every dinner she has with them cos she knows chrissy's already Trying to Cope, and heather doesn't wanna create any unnecessary drama. but also you can bet your ass heather's had a few Choice Words to say to chrissy's mother, straight to her face, in the privacy of the cunningham kitchen, while chrissy's oblivious and taking a shower.

them staying up so fucking late that it circles right back around to early, sharing a bed, sometimes doing dumb teenage shit, giggling and bitching and maybe some kissing, totally chill. but sometimes it's been a bad night on top of a bad day on top of a bad few days and instead of a fun sleepover, it's a cry and vent sleepover, a sleepover where they wonder about how the fuck they're ever gonna get out of this town, out of this house, in one piece. or chrissy wonders, heather supports. is there to help and talk and plan and fucking hold. can be there to grip chrissy's hand so fucking tight that chrissy will know she never has to worry about being left behind.

heather literally Hating jason. jason thinking heather and him are chill becos heather and chrissy are besties and heather and billy are besties and jason himself is dating one of those people and is Bestest Of Friends with the other so obviously him and heather are besties, y'know, by default. thinks every time heather threatens him with bodily harm, she's just jokin’! anyway she's not lmao they will never find his body. billy literally has the shovels and the alibi ready to go.

heather and chrissy both being cheerleaders and on the team together is fun and i love that a LOT but also love the idea of heather not being a cheerleader, but just coming to all the games anyway. supporting from the stands! like yeah, billy's out there playing his lil heart out etc go team but like. chrissy. jumping dancing flying. heather HAS to see that. (billy; later: [ranting about shitty coach calls] did u even see that mess that i barely salvaged? heather: yeah, you made the hoop, good job whatever have you seen chrissy? billy: i literally got fucking benched okay your girlfriend will reattach herself to your side when she can, can we please focus on me for just one single fucking minute?)

heather and chrissy shopping expeditions. sometimes featuring max on the occasions where she's hanging around the pool and annoying billy, so heather cuts them off mid argument and says max is coming with her. billy breathing out a thank fuck before max holds out an expectant hand with an eyebrow raise, so billy hands over a couple of notes, still pissed, and max smiles like an angel at him before turning to heather, all 'you're right, that was almost too easy.' heather and chrissy laughing before smiling sweetly at billy before they all leave, billy just like 'the fuck just happened??'

them applying for the same colleges!!!! dreaming of moving to the same place!!!! organising and going to gigs together!!!! driving around town with the music blaring when heather gets her license!!!! literally they are best friends okay. Okay.

#me trying not to include billy too much and not even typing the name e/ddie becos this IS about HEATHER and CHRISSY.#but like. this is also about #six feet under crew #y'know. becos they're IT.#anyway. is this platonic? is this gay rights? besties being besties? who cares! read it which ever way you want!#like to think the girls are just Like That and billy and eddie are just like that. but it's really billy&heather and chrissy&eddie #becos i love to have fun #also max IS part of the six feet under crew becos while she may not be full dead. she DID die. so she earned her spot.#anyway we WERE robbed and i WANT to see it please #chrissy x heather #m #text #don't necessarily wanna touch the ED topic but. that is also something that ALL the six feet under crew is there for #just as everyone is there for billy and max's home life #chrissys homelife #eddies entire life and education in general #they literally ARE just. a bunch of kids hanging on by a thread and getting through life and trying to fucking make it out alive #msgs <3

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S/o pampering the slashers + Vincent , they come home and the s/o prepared a bath and cook them dinner.

Y/n Spoiling Their Slasher

Ooh funn! Sometimes these poor bois need extra love 🥺💞

Thomas:

- He would be a flustered baby from the beginning🥺

- He would feel bad that you’re doing this stuff for him and would feel a bit awkward since he’s so used to being the provider, that he wouldn’t really know how to act 🌼

- He clings to you for guidance, because being so relaxed and spoiled like this feels like a crime to him. And that breaks my heart.

- You end up being the mother hen, coaxing him and cooing at him as he looks up at you as if you're an angel. He'll lower himself into the bath and hold onto your hand, falling into a pit of pure love for you. You are literally his angel and you are GLOWING in his eyes💕

- when you give him a special dinner, he eats it happily and offers to share almost everything with you. It's like he's mostly concerned with what's on your plate instead of his, glancing over and making sure you're enjoying yourself. He can't help it though, it's completely second nature to him 💫💖

He is still hesitant to let himself be comfortable because he has literally never had anything like this ever in his life. He still looks to you for guidance and you tell him that you won't make him do anything he's not comfortable with.

- You both end the night with him clinging to you, buried his face in your stomach with his arms wrapped around your hips. He repeats in his mind that he doesn't deserve an angel like you until he falls asleep, dreaming about you. This boy is lovesick. 💕

Jason

- Jason would just full on melt. He already knew how kind and loving you could be, and honestly isn't too surprised that you would do this. He nevertheless of course, puts his masked-face on your temple in the form of a kiss, and strokes your ear as a thank you💗

- Big boy doesn't waste a minute, he's stripped and ready to dive in. He definitely did NOT expect you to come over there and help him wash. Unsurprisingly he got bashful and looked away as you lovingly scratched his shoulders and unknotted his huge biceps and neck. He ends up going slack in the tub from how good it feels. 😊

- His eyes don't leave you most of the time. He looks away bashfully when you glance at him or smile at him, and his heart is just a fluttery mess at you. When you courteously look away when he steps out of the bath, you direct him to a big meal you made <3

- He has no idea where to start he is a trainwreck at just eating a mf meal. You smile encouragingly at him as he delicately uses his fork (which looks like a toothpick in his hands) and eats like he's at the queen's reception ceremony. He is SO polite. Uses a napkin and everything.

- I canon that he was ALWAYS hungry pre-zombie phase, and could literally eat 5 horses in one sitting (a weird visual but--) he signs to you asking what you were going to eat, and will literally fight with you about you taking his plate if you haven't eaten yet. 💖😤

- hes a babe

Michael

- this bitch. you already know bae.

- He would refuse the bath because he finds it weird that he would bathe in a bath you made him (im confused too dw) He will stand there, his 7 ft tall ass, shaking his head at you no.

- you somehow end up getting in the bath with him because that was the only chance he would take the bath-- with you literally stuck to him as he drags you around like a pool noodle 🥲

- he might initiate funky time but probably not. he just wants to be clean tbh. He spends the entire bath time smelling your hair as he doesn't allow you to move for a good 10 minutes. He strokes your neck though which is nice 💖

- after you guys both leave the bath, he is still carrying you like a purse, but lets you at least put on a towel so you're not sitting naked at the dinner table.

- He's really touchy tonight, and it's mostly because he's filled to the rim with love for you. 💗He expresses it with roughhousing though and handling you like a ragdoll. He does NOT mean to hurt you though and will be gentle if you tell him to cut it out.

- He eats absolutely everything on his plate gratefully, again, doesn't express it in the most civil way, but he appreciates it (surprisingly). He actually might eat from your plate, you can't tell me this 7 ft giant doesn't run on five rotisserie chickens a day.

Bo Sinclair

- I literally didn't even want to write for this dude. He is an asshole. But he's a hot asshole with daddy vibes so here we are 😤💗

- I would never expect Bo to worship you in return for you doing this for him. There are some things he will boast and tease you about being a swoon for him, being obsessed over him and whatnot~~~ But stuff like this is a little too much for that. It almost touches him. Almost💘

- He initially just doesn't know what to say. He loves you, that’s obvious. So he doesn't want to hurt your feelings by saying the wrong thing (which he does ALL THE TIME) so he's going to be uncharacteristically non hyper-verbal

- When you tell him you have a bath running for him upstairs, he'll think you're joking at first. When it becomes obvious that you're not, you lead him to it, and he looks at you when you're not looking and there's a slight of affection in them🌼

- He offers to share the bath with you, with a glint in his eye and that velvety smooth tone of his. This makes you blush furiously and become shy, which eggs him on. It’s completely up to you though, heh, because this will in fact lead to the sex

- afterwards he may drag you over to the bed to sleep~~~ until you tell him you have dinner waiting for him, and he is a fucking s l u t for food after funky time ✨

- now here he definitely teases you. “you’re practically worshipping me, doll. how am I supposed to treat you now?” What we’re you expecting? but internally he’s bursting at the seams and he’s very touched. 💖Probably to the point where he’s uncomfortable and will either be very quiet (he has no idea what to say) or he’ll tease the shit out of you as a coping mechanism.

- he eats like a normal person unlike everyone else here (and maybe Vincent) going on about his day where you listen patiently with a smile on your face ☺️

- Then when in bed, with his back facing you, he’ll very quietly thank you for doing this for him, because Lord knows he needed it. He’s very thankful 💖

Vincent Sinclair

- all signs of responsiveness is cut. I mean, he’s the tiniest bit of smug if I’m raw honest. He was the golden child out of the two when he was younger and even if Bo is top dog in Ambrose, the feeling of deserving more than he does is still there. Which he DOES 😭💖

- He’s in absolutely no way like Bo. Bo is a smug ass who doesn’t listen to anyone (who we stan btw), but he’s still touched to the core.💖 You didn’t need to do this, you wanted to

- he knew he was worthy of being loved. He knew Bo wasn’t going to hold him down forever. he’s felt he needed this for the longest time. He wants to beat Bo; ~~~

- and when the prettiest, sweetest angel is at his feet pampering him, he just knows how jealous Bo is. 💘😭 Anyway SORRY I’m rambling~~ I feel like Vinny would be too scared to go into the bath himself and would have you sit on a stool beside him.

- he’ll be signing to you the entire time he’s in the bath~~ about anything and everything. He’s just so emotionally connected to you, he can’t help but spill his thoughts 🥺

- you both would eat your dinner in his room, probably on his bed as you share ideas about sculpting and life Bring a laptop so y’all can watch Netflix together ✨

- he’d want to make love to you after but that depends on how shy he’s feeling. It would probably be gentle and devoid of much lust, only love🥺💓

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eyrieofsynapses · 3 years

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Redemption Panel Highlights and Reactions

GATORS

i.e., Beth Riesgraf and Christian Kane (mostly Beth) talking about filming the scenes in (what I presume is) The Rollin’ on the River Job, where they’re pulling some stuff out of the water, and finding out the next day that there was an absolutely massive alligator pulled out of the same place just a little while after they filmed it

Beth’s impression of the wildlife folks warning them about the alligators

Beth scaring the hell out of Noah Wyle by yelling “GATOR” at him just after he finished his scene

seriously that was an absolutely WILD part of the panel

Everyone showering Aleyse Shannon with literally all the love!

Aldis Hodge in particular big-brothering her, and also the older actors calling her out for not giving herself enough credit, and Dean Devlin talking about how she blew him away at the auditions with her ability to turn on a dime

Seeing Kane with his glasses off wiping at his eyes, momentarily thinking “you okay dude?” and then realizing that he was laughing so hard he had tears in his eyes

(same)

The The Bucket Job clip! I’ve been a bit meh on a lot of Redemption, just in how it didn’t feel quite right, but that is possibly the absolute closest I’ve seen it get to the original in the best way. Brilliant

Which comes as no surprise since BETH RIESGRAF directed the episode!!! And apparently put an insane amount of effort in!

Beth’s utter delight and joy at both directing the episode and having the crew behind her

THE CHAIR

So apparently she and Christian went to town on the fight scene and he winds up tied up in a chair somewhere along the line and there’s a whole wild scene, which I am really looking forward to

Beth knowing how insanely particular he’d be about things like zip ties vs rope and what kind of rope e.t.c. e.t.c.

Apparently this is also tied into a VERY DEEP scene with Eliot? It sounds like they’re going to go super hard on his backstory, which is terrifyingly exciting

Just. Beth and Christian going very hard on that episode together

Speaking of: the panel’s going amazingly, I’m laughing so hard my stomach hurts, things are relatively light, and then, of fucking course—

Kane hitting us over the head about Eliot being a mass murderer who can’t be redeemed, is trying to stay static so that he can maintain the place he’s in, and is thus LIVING VICARIOUSLY THROUGH HARRY

What the FUCK. This is of course incredibly insightful and perfectly on point (because it’s Kane) but also, EXCUSE ME, OUCH, why would you DO THAT to us?

Everyone talking about having their families on set and their kids!

Beth’s son growing up on the original Leverage set and now going into being a director himself!

Gina’s daughter also growing up on set!

Noah Wyle’s daughter is playing Harry’s daughter I REPEAT NOAH WYLE’S ACTUAL DAUGHTER IS PLAYING AS HARRY’S DAUGHTER

Gina Bellman remaining relatively stoic throughout much of the panel (seriously, this woman, how the heck does she do it) and then losing it when they’re asked about running/inside jokes

A lot of them are, of course, apparently not appropriate to be spoken on-panel

(A lot of the others are the little inside ones that are special enough not to be ones they want to share, which is sweet!)

Everyone collectively losing it over having LeVar Burton on for The Bucket Job

Devlin and everyone laughing about collecting the various Star Trek people on Leverage

Beth talking about Burton coming over while she’s getting ready and asking her if she’s living on coffee and water, her laughing because he was absolutely right, and then him gently reminding her to remember to eat, which is the sweetest thing in the world oh my gods

Kane apparently choreographing an intense scene with Burton and being scared out of his mind, because Burton really wanted to go for it, but to Kane it was like he’s a figurine that’s not to be messed with because he was so worried about hurting him

Kane choreographing a massive amount of the show, which I knew already, but seriously, this guy blows me away

Gina and the crew talking about how he’d be away for a day of shooting a fight and all of them would be missing him and thinking about him

Family Vibes

Everyone talking about how they’re very noisy and loud together on set and it’s a bit like walking into a group of people having Christmas dinner (or something to that effect) because they’re just Like That together

Aleyse being the most surprised by Beth when she met her because she was like a little angel of light during the auditions but turned out to be an absolute ball of wild energy on set

Gina going “wait you were a MODEL” at Beth

Aldis talking about how much he loved how Parker and Hardison’s relationship had developed and grown!

Also, Aldis apologizing when the New York (iirc) background noise got loud and everyone going “no no we get you”

His outfit is ON POINT today

Gina saying that Christian is the goofiest and wildest out of them in terms of humor

(she goes “some of you may not know this,” which, fair, but also, if you’ve seen more than ten minutes of this guy outside of character you know he’s an absolute ball of sunshine)

Gina, Beth, and Christian talking about how they’d challenge each other to stay off sweets back on the original set, because they knew they needed to stay in shape and also just because they’re competitive (apparently all of them are major sweet tooths) and hide brownies and things from each other, while Aldis is just. doing pushups. eating all the healthy stuff. and then wanders into the room with a literal cupful of chocolates

(and Aldis going “well yeah I have to work off the sweets SOMEHOW”)

Beth explaining that sometimes they’d order a “Kane burrito” from Christian and he’d alter it slightly

Like, you know, chopping up hot jalapenos super fine and mixing them in, and Beth practically not being able to talk after the first bite

Apparently Aldis still went back a lot even after that

(Christian just seems very pleased with himself over it)

(THESE PEOPLE)

Gina goes “hey we should have an episode where we all swap roles,” Devlin going “WAIT FOR SEASON ONE TO BE DONE,” and then somebody (maybe the moderator?? I don’t remember exactly) going “uh actually. We did that”

Cue immediate scramble of “WAIT WHICH JOB WAS THAT”

(paraphrasing) “Yeah you remember the bit where you put on Parker’s harness and went off a building?”

Turns out half the cast had actually forgotten that that existed and only remember when reminded

The original cast all think of the episodes as “jobs”!!!!

Everyone talking over each other, Devlin going “it was with Sterling when we blew up the offices,” deciding that it was the season one finale, and then trying to figure out what episode title it was (eventually they figure out it’s the David jobs)

Moderator and Devlin accurately commenting that the fans know the show much better than they do

Noah Wyle very correctly explaining how Electric Entertainment is like a family and Devlin just. Keeps people

Aleyse and Aldis talking about typing when they’re hacking and going “WHAT THE HECK DO WE TYPE”

Aldis goes “yeah I just type all the bad words that we’re not allowed to say”

Aleyse saying that she’s always a little worried they’re hiding a Word document behind the blue screen and they’re going to pull up what she’s typing at the end of the day and print it out and put it in her trailer going “what the HECK is this”

Noah talking about filming The Golf Job and just getting to direct Jason Marsters and Christian together

Apparently their dynamic in that episode accurately mirrors the one with their characters in Angel!

Which promptly goes straight to the comment that it was very hard to make Marsters look like a golfer (pfft)

(Also apparently Christian plays golf for fun with his friends? Not necessarily something I would’ve thought of!)

Aleyse happily talking about how she loved the dynamic on set and it was very different from what she was used to

Also Aleyse talking about doing stunts and everyone else praising her for going whole hog

Beth especially praising her for the bit where she’s hit with the paralysis injection (I don’t remember which ep it’s from) and her acting for it, because it was incredibly hard to drop off screen in the particular way she did

Aleyse promptly answers that she was terrified with some of those, especially one where she had to keep a clock from falling and breaking

Everyone discussing how they see a new aspect of Breanna’s character in The Train Job

Also, to get serious for a moment, Kate Rorick in particular talks about how Breanna’s part of Gen Z and how we didn’t get the “days of yore” where everything was chill. We’ve basically been living in a world of hostility the whole time. It’s something I deeply appreciate, as someone who’s part of that group, and I love how they emphasize that for us.

This panel was pure chaos and I loved every moment of it! My stomach was actually hurting from laughing so hard, I swear. They had me cackling well over half the time. I would happily take panels double or triple the length of this, this was amazing. I also adore how the second you drop these six people in a room together, they immediately take off and literally just run and give you everything you wanted and more. (It is also evidently very hard to get them to STOP talking.)

I’m also just going to stop and take a second to fawn over the effects for the 3D room. It’s gorgeous—I love how they replicated the headquarters, especially with the stained glass ceilings! Super impressive, especially with all the photos, and I just love the whole thing. Kudos to whoever put that together.

Anyway, I’m definitely missing some stuff too; seriously, there wasn’t a second wasted in this thing, they were cracking some kind of joke or dropping some really interesting piece of information practically every thirty seconds. (And I haven’t even gotten into the clips OR the bloopers. I miiiight do a separate reaction purely for those.) It’s still up right now if you missed it and you want to watch it! I’ll probably watch it again, honestly.

#leverage #leverage redemption #leverage redemption panel #synapse reacts

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myveryownfanfiction · 3 years

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request: @salemwitch96

Hey, I have a request for Chalres Lee Ray. Could you do a one-shot where Charles and his S/O go on a date to a haunted house. Thanks and happy Halloween 🎃

AN: I hope this is what you had in mind. I really liked writing this one as I’ve never actually been to a haunted house. There is this really cool Halloween display done by the wilkes family Halloween (u can find them on Instagram by just typing that in) so I’m kinda using that as a reference. Hope that’s alright. Warnings: talk of classic horror slashers, fake blood, leather face (my personal warning since I know I’m triggered by him especially so yep), swearing

“Remind me why we’re going to this?” Chucky reclined back on the bed as I finished getting ready.

“Because it’ll be fun.” I knocked his feet off the bed as I walked to the closet to get my shoes. “Because you get to watch a bunch of people get scared. And because you love me.” Chucky leaned over for a kiss as I sat next to him to put on my shoes. He hummed against my lips. I gently pushed him away and got up to grab my coat. “Why are you wearing a suit?” I giggled when he stood up and I got a good look at what he was wearing.

“Because I always wear a suit (Y/N). And I thought maybe we could get dinner afterwards if you’re up to it.” He shrugged and grabbed his own coat.

“Fine. Don’t get pissed off at me if it gets covered in dirt then.” I shrugged as I grabbed my own coat.

“What kind of place are you taking me doll?” Chucky wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into his chest. I laughed as I looked over my shoulder at him.

“An outside Halloween display.“ chucky groaned. “C’mon it’ll be fun. All the classic slashers. Awesome costumes. Kids getting scared out of their minds. Insane displays.” I gently rubbed his arms before turning around. “I promise it’ll be fun.” Chucky sighed before kissing me.

“Alright. I’ll go and see what all the fuss is about.” He took my hand and we walked out the door. The display wasn’t even a block from our house and we could hear the music and screams every night in October. After finding them on the internet, I had finally convinced chucky to come with me. “Oh shit. You weren’t kidding. This thing is massive.” I nodded and tugged chuckys hand to get him to move faster.

”Yep. And look there’s someone dressed as Freddy Krueger!” I tugged on his arm harder and chucky cackled at my antics. “Hey don’t laugh at me mister! It’s Freddy fucking Krueger!” We waited in line and chucky took pictures which he refused to let me see.

“Alright so this is actually fun.” He slung his arm over my shoulder. I snuggled into his side as we watched kids run screaming from a simple touch from La llorona. He chuckled at it and rubbed my arm since it was cold. “You ok?” i kept looking around and checking over my shoulder. I caught chuckys eye and nodded.

“Yeah. Totally fine.“ chucky gave me a look. “I’m just watching out for leather face. I saw he was supposed to be part of this and I still don’t like him so….” I trailed off as I heard the telltale chainsaw. I gripped chuckys coat tighter in fear. We entered the part of the display that looked like the house from Texas chainsaw and I tried to disappear into chuckys side. He looked at me confused as we kept walking through the display. Once we made it to the other side, he pointed out jason.

“look there’s the guy with the hockey mask.“ he quietly soothed. I nodded and tried to pull him along a little quicker. It wasn’t quick enough though because just as we were about to cross into Jason’s room, leather face jumped out in front of us with the chainsaw held high. I screamed and held onto chucky for dear life.

“fuck! Oh shit! No! no! No!” I froze and couldn’t even breath properly. Chucky tightened his grip on me and pulled me through. Stepping out of line, chucky turned to face me and rubbed his hands up and down my arms. I was crying and had my eyes squeezed shut.

“it’s over. He’s gone. Look.” I shook my head at him and gripped his coat collar tighter. “(y/n) please. Look at me.“ I opened my eyes and chucky wiped away the tears staining my cheeks. “Alright now look over there.” I followed his finger and felt my breathing change. It was suddenly easier to breath again Once I set eyes on the makeshift cabin. “It’s jason. Not leatherface. Jason. Safety. It’s safe now.“ I nodded and sighed as I nearly collapsed against him.

“safe.“ I murmured before giggling. “I’m probably the only person in the whole wide world who would consider Jason voorhese safe.” Chucky shrugged before looking back at the room we had just come from.

“yeah but considering how terrified you are of that last room, I’m okay with that.” The small smile on his face made me feel better. “Come on. Let’s finish this display and go home.“ I nodded before linking my hand with his. We finished the display and after hanging around watching the crowd grow and taking a few more pictures, chucky tugged on my hand to lead me home. “I’ll admit, that was fun. Despite the absolute terror you experienced.“ I nodded in agreement before pulling chucky in for a kiss.

“thank you for doing this chucky. I know you didn’t want to come to this.” He smiled against my lips.

“Best date ever.“ he kissed me again before showing me his phone. I laughed as I noticed his lockscreen was now a picture of me and Freddy Krueger. He cackled before kissing me one last time. “Best date ever. “

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the-slasher-files · 3 years

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Slashers - The Mundane

INCLUDES JASON, MICHAEL, and BO

Thought of this idea a while ago and I just thought it was adorable, the mundane with a big stabby man is the dream. I just want to hold their hand at a while we shop and have him come home when I make dinner... Hope you enjoy 💕🔪

MASTERLIST

JASON VOORHEES

Since you are away from the city and all the commotion of daily life, his normal is already far different

The man just loves to spend time with you, even just sitting in the same quiet room hearing your soft breaths, it makes him feel human again

Drinking coffee or tea while sitting in bed or on the porch watching the sun rise together is a top tier activity for him

Any hike or walk with him is date, holding his hand and hearing not his own foot steps is reassuring to him

While reading a book or being on your laptop and exchanging stolen glazes at each other is like home

when you fucking smile at your phone his heart explodes

Jason loves to help you do the dishes, he can reach the high shelf :)

Watching movies together his absolute favorite, half the time he just watches you instead of the movie, not wanting to miss a single reaction

Listening to you hum your favorite songs reminds him of his mother

Everytime you gasp because I a rock is cool along the shore, it startles him but loves to see you so excited over the small joys in life

When you grow sleepy he loves your delicate little yawns and they way your breathes slow, and your eyes fall a little bit droopy

Jason’s number one thing by far, the thing that makes his heart flutter and melt however, is at the end of the night and you both are under the sheets, resting your head on his chest while he holds you, tracing shapes into each others skin, listening to each others hearts and breath. Just a beautiful soul being with him will forever be enough

MICHAEL MYERS

After the voices in his head settle down and the urges close, he just wants to be somewhat normal, as much as he can be being a giant man who hates people

Him quietly stepping into the house all bloody while you are cooking or cleaning makes him feel semi normal, even though he is covered in blood

For him just watching you is enough somedays, he loves to see every emotion or small curve to your lips, boy knows every tell you have and what every single body movement means and he loves it. He will watch you for h o u r s

Like the point above he loves to observe you so that means following you while doing laundry, or when you're making the bed, cleaning etc

Man love to toy with people, especially you, so seeing your reactions when he hides your phone or moves everything on your desk an inch to the left makes him lose it.. b a s t a r d

When you are getting ready for your day he loves to watch you, almost like a ritual before the stalk and finally the kill at the end of night when he fucks you raw

Walks in the evening together are his thing, that's a date in his eyes

Depending on the night he had, he usually likes to drink some coffee with you and watch the steam dance around your face

Lazily likes you to hold his hand while you sit and play on your phone or read a book.. he won't ever initiate it though

Just you talking about your day or ranting about something stupid he loves, he's most likely not going to ever respond but he likes your voice, it gives him a break from his own mind

Michael loves to inhale your scent, it calms and soothes him, this could be in bed or just when you walk by him

When you are both in bed and if he is having a hard time falling alseep, which is almost every night, Michael loves it when you play with his soft brown curls... be careful some nights he might push you off the bed for that

BO SINCLAIR

The man aches for normalcy and gets turned on my the mundane, he just wants a ‘normal’ American life with a side of blood

Trips to the grocery store are 100% dates with him since you guys basically never leave Ambrose. You hold the list while he has the kart and reaches from the high shelf for you.

Waking up next you is a huge one he loves, just having another body in the house that belongs to him and him only. Seeing you face so soft against the pillow in one of his old t-shirts.

Bo will watch you do things just around the house that makes him feel like his parents are still around like the laundry or dishes or cleaning the floor. He will have his stupid smirk as he watches you

When you wear his clothes, that is one of his absolute favorite things in the world. He cannot get enough of it. You smell like him and it's almost like he owns you in that moment.

They way you hum a song when you don't know he's around or when you're lost in thought he absolutely adores and it reminds him of his momma

At the end of the night, one of his favorite things is when you come get him from the garage. Bo looks forward and loves to hear your footsteps on the asphalt when he's putting away his tools after working hard all day in the heat.

After coming to get him from the garage he adores getting to the house and you having a hot home made meal for himself and you. It makes Bo feel like a regular man living his american dream.

Once said dinner is done, his baby blue eyes linger as you collect the dishes and grab Bo an ice cold beer and just sit on the couch with him watching some crappy TV show. It's so wholesome but so regular, something he deeply craves.

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Bo, Michael, Jason, Brahms, and Thomas reacting to their s/o getting bullied and s/o is like ok cool and agreeing with them and just isn’t bothered at all by their insults ty bro ly sry if I’m bothering u :)

Thomas, Michael, Jason, Brahms, and Bo when their S/O gets bullied but they are unbothered by it:

Thomas Hewitt

Friend’s road trip. That’s why you were driving through an abandoned town in Texas and how you ended up at the Hewitt residence.

It’s what saves your life. Not only does the situation tug at Thomas’ heartstrings, it even earns some sympathy from Luda May. She realises that you know what it’s like to be bullied, even if you seem immune to it at this point. You would be good with them, you knew what it was like to be looked down upon.

He sympathises with you and hopes you would with him. Thomas does feel bad for you, you never retaliated, you seemed nice. You deserved to be treated better than this. He hoped that you would be able to sympathise with him if he opened up to you.

They can show you how family are supposed to treat each other. Luda May and Thomas are dedicated to showing you how somebody who cares about you should treat you. You’re family now and they’re going to show you how a family cares about each other and looks out for each other.

Michael Myers

You’re already dating. For Michael to care in the slightest or even pay attention to what is going on, you would already have to be together.

He gets bored and you’re his entertainment. You had gone out for the day and Michael was bored at home alone. So he does what he does in these situations, he followed you around town. That’s when you sees you being bothered by some people he couldn’t care less about...but now they were on his radar.

He’s impressed by how well you take it. You’re just nodding, seemingly bored with them. He’s proud of that, that you wouldn’t let something so silly bother you.

He can deal with them if you want. When you get home, he questions you about it. Not surprised when you just shrug it off. But still offers to take care of them if you want him too. They need to be taught a lesson, you can’t mess with something that belongs to Michael Myers. But it’s totally up to you if you let him deal with them or not.

Jason Voorhees

Friend’s camping trip. You and some ‘friends’ had decided to spend a few days at Camp Crystal Lake. But that turned out to be everyone else enjoying themselves while you felt out of place. As usual, they made their comments about you, them getting more hurtful as they cracked out the beers. But you just nodded alone, used to this by now.

Jason genuinely sympathises with you. It actually starts to anger him how everyone is treating you and how you’re just taking it, like you’re used to it. It makes him feel even worse that you seem use to it. He knows what it’s like to be ridiculed and bullied.

Maybe you will sympathise with him? Your ‘friends’ clearly aren’t good people, he won’t feel bad about getting rid of them. But you aren’t like them, he doesn’t want to hurt you but he can’t let you go. Maybe if he spares you, you’ll accept him because you know what it’s like. Maybe he wouldn’t have to be alone in these woods soon.

Brahms Heelshire

Some old friends come to visit. You had actually told them not too come when they suggested it but they insisted. Next thing you knew, they were on the doorstep. You were super apologetic to Brahms, giving him the choice to stay or hide. He chose to hide, asking you to get rid of them as quick as possible.

You’re unbothered but he’s furious. Turns out that they only really planned on passing through so you could deal with them for a few hours, right? As soon as they were through the door, they started making those passive aggressive, kinda toxic comments, just like the old days. You just nodded along, sarcastically agreeing with them. You were used to this. But Brahms was watching everything and he had never been so angry before. How dare they talk to you like this?

Just say the word, he’ll handle it. Seriously, you want them scared off or...disposed off, he’ll do it! All for you, Y/n! But you assure him it’s fine. As soon as they have left, Brahms is wrapping his arms around you and apologising for the cruel things they said to you. He’s still amazed when you just brush it off, a smile returning to your face as you ask him what he wants for dinner.

Bo Sinclair

It’s a rowdy group of teenagers. Just kids on a road trip. Their car ‘mysteriously’ broke down and Lester showed them into town. Bo grimaces as soon as they came into town, loud and irritating. It just so happened that they decided to to target you.

Thankfully, you’re above their games. You got it, they were dumb kids and were saying a lot of dumb stuff to show off to each other. It really wasn’t bothering you because you doubted they even really meant it, they were trying to get under your skin and to make each other laugh. It was pathetic really, so you weren’t going to cry over it.

Bo is impressed by how you handle it. As soon as he heard the first comment, he was ready to come to your defence. But you just raised an eyebrow at them and nodded, a bored look on your face. You seemed like you had dealt with idiots like this before. Maybe it was why you didn’t let him push you around or let him bother you.

But he is furious. No matter what, if somebody says something bad about you, Bo won’t let it slide. When the time comes and you all deal with disposing of the group, he leads them to believe that their fate was brought onto them because of what they said to you, even if that wasn’t exactly true.

#thomas hewitt x reader #michael myers x reader #jason voorhees x reader #brahms heelsire x reader #bo sinclair x reader #thomas hewitt #michael myers #jason voorhees #brahms heelshire #bo sinclair #slashers x reader #slashers #slasher #my writing

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Can you do one where all the Wayne’s meet marinette before knowing she’s dating Damian and something happened to her parents and Bruce already has the adoption papers and damiens like no father u can’t adopt my gf

This is so cute and was so much fun to write. Hope this is something like what you had in mind :) @leagrey

Family Dinner

“I would like to apologize in advance. Father and his feral mistakes are very lively people and I fear they will take too much of a liking to you. If it is at all uncomforting, just squeeze my hand and we will leave.”

Marinette glanced over as Damian stared menacingly at the oak doors in front of them. It had only been a year since she had met him, but he had never once mentioned the idea of her meeting his family. Maybe it was because he knew today was special and he knew that meeting them was her only request of him for the longest time.

“Do you feel uncomfortable Damian? If so, please don’t put yourself in this position because of me.”

“Tt, utter nonsense. Me? Uneasy? Now you are just babbling.”

A small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth at the sight of the red threatening to overtake his cheeks.

“Well then, I guess there is no point in standing outside all day huh?”

Before her fist even made contact with the door, it flung open. Several curious faces piled in the doorframe, all trying to get a good look at her in case Damian changed his mind in an instant.

“You idiots, back up now or I’m leaving with her.”

A mutter of apologies echoed through the door as Marinette bit back the chuckle. With a great sigh, Damian motioned for her to step through the entrance, his tense body signaling that he was already ready to throw in the towel.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you all, my name is Marinette Dupain-Cheng.”

Her half-wave seemed to send a shock wave through the room as all eyes narrowed in on her, watching her every movement. Cautiously, she lowered her hand. A moment of silence passed and then two. Everyone seemed locked onto her, unsure of what to say and if she was being honest, she had the slightest idea as well.

“Are you all crowding her? Shameful. I thought I told you to wait in the dining room.”

It was as if the heavens had parted and uttered a command. Several bodies darted in different directions and in seconds, the hallway had been cleared save for Marinette, Damian, and an older man with graying hair and a killer smile on his face.

“Miss Dupain-Cheng, we are truly honored that Master Damian has allowed you to grace us with your presence for dinner this evening. I apologize for Master Bruce’s charges. They really are all excellent kids, but rare elements such as yourself tend to erase their minds of any manners I worked so hard to instill in them.”

He shook his head in mock disappointment as he offered her his hand.

“Oh please, don’t worry about it, Mr. Alfred. I’m sure they were just as excited as I was.”

Taking his hand, she did her best to give a strong shake. His warm smile seemed so inviting, but the thought that he could clear a room with just a sentence shook her to her core.

“Please, just Alfred is fine. May I escort you to the dining room?”

Marinette nodded as she blindly reached backward for Damian’s hand to drag him along. If the butler had noticed, he made no comment as he led them.

“And here we are, I will return shortly with the first course for tonight. I do hope you enjoy the meal. I have prepared special platers for you and Master Damian to commandeer for your dietary restrictions.”

Before she even had the chance to thank him, he whisked away, leaving her to stand by Damian’s side in front of the largest dining room table she had ever seen.

“Welcome.”

Her eyes darted to the head of the table where a dashing man stood, his eyes kind and welcoming as he motioned to the two empty seats beside him. It all felt so overwhelming, too many sets of eyes for her to count were plastered on her alone. Shuffling along, she managed a small curtsey to the man before allowing Damian to help her into her seat.

A small murmur erupted from the dining room table. Had she done something wrong? Perhaps she had set herself up at the table, but Damian just got so flustered about those sorts of things, insisting he wanted to be a proper gentleman.

“I’ve heard very little about you Ms. Dupain-Cheng, but the little I have been able to wrestle out of my son has been nothing short of blessings.”

Marinette was sure her face was burning as she muttered a small thanks.

“I apologize for the huge turnout. When I mentioned to my oldest that Damian was bringing a friend home for dinner, it seems word spread fast. They all wanted to meet the person who managed to break through to him that wasn’t Jon.”

His smile appeared jokingly as he glanced over the near full table.

“But please, where are my manners? My name is Bruce and please feel comfortable to refer to me like that. The three boys across from you are my oldest Dick, Jason, Tim, and Duke.”

Dick's smile was blinding as he reached over the table to shake her hand vigorously.

“I’m so glad my little boy has made a friend and such a beautiful and well-mannered one as well!”

“Yeah, I wonder how he did that?” Jason, at least that’s what she believed his name was, stroked his chin thoughtfully as he stared down the two. Duke began to stroke his chin as well before he leaned across the table, shielding his mouth from where Damian sat.

“Hey, Marinette, blink twice if he’s threatening you or your family’s lives in any way.”

There was a small thud from under the table as Duke flinched slightly in his seat.

Bruce shook his head as he motioned past the boys and to the girls that sat on the other side of Damian.

“On this side of the table are my daughters in all but paperwork. Barbara, Cassandra, and Stephanie.”

“Uhm, you forgot one pop.”

The girl at the end of the table kicked her feet up onto the table, her mischievous smile poking at Bruce’s patience.

“How could I ever forget you, Harper? I was just saving you for last.”

Harper sent a wink in Marinette’s direction earning a giggle from the girl.

“Miss Harper, I must ask you to refrain from placing your feet on the table as I serve out the first course.”

Instantly she straightened in her seat as Alfred seemingly materialized from behind. The smile on his face as dangerous as ever. Marinette could finally see what Damian was worried about, his family was absolutely wild. Her eyes drifted from each person as they absentmindedly chatted in small groups.

Damian’s hand found hers under the table, giving her a slight reassuring squeeze.

“Marinette, I must apologize for dinner being so late. I had to work over today and even if I got out earlier than usual, I must admit it is not early enough. Please apologize to your parents for my inconsiderate job.”

Marinette swallowed hard as she sat down her fork.

“Oh, uhm, I suppose Damian didn’t tell you. I-uh-live on my own in the city.”

All of the chatter in the room fell silent and once more, she could feel the heat of every stare in the room on her.

“Oh? Are they okay with that? Gotham isn’t exactly known to be the safest at night.” His chuckle was humorless as he watched her bright eyes dull.

“I actually came to Gotham on my own merits, a fresh start if you will. My parents died last year in a bakery fire. Papa tried to find me, thinking I was home, but even as Maman begged him to leave the building, he couldn’t leave believing I was still in there.”

She felt a single hot tear trail down her cheek, but she was quick to wipe it away before any more could follow.

“I apologize, I had no idea.”

Marinette shook her head vigorously as the apologies spewed out of her mouth.

“Please, forget I said anything at all. I one hundred percent overshared. Now dinner will be so awkwardly, please, it’s been a year, I’m okay.”

The conversation started back slowly, but once it did, Marinette couldn’t stop laughing. She shared with them her business and talked about how she and Damian first met. Tim couldn’t wrap his head around the thought that Damian would have actually stopped on the street to comfort her.

“I mean, what are you? A demon tamer? Teach me your ways sensei.”

As Alfred collected the final plates for the evening, Marinette felt better than she had in a long time. When it came time to leave, Bruce offered to escort them back to the front.

“Miss Dupain-Cheng, may I ask how old you are?”

“16.”

Bruce’s stare was concerning as he reached out to pick up her hand.

“How do you live in an apartment then?”

“Oh, My grandmother signed the lease. She technically lives with me, but she’s such a free spirit, I couldn’t possibly expect her to stay in one spot. I mostly live there on my own. Honestly, I’m quite jealous of the large family Damian has, he is very lucky.”

Marinette thought she had to be hallucinating. Bruce Wayne almost seemed to be vibrating the more she talked.

“You know Marinette, this manor is quite spacious. If you ever need-”

“Absolutely not.”

In one quick movement, Damian was between them, his glare ready to cut through his own father.

“But Damian-”

“Father I cannot allow you to adopt my girlfriend!”

Bruce’s jaw dropped as he finally noticed the constant contact that the two had initiated all night. At first, he thought it could be just her way of keeping herself grounded, but the more he thought back on it, it did seem quite like how a couple would act.

“Dammit, now I owe Steph $20.”

Marinette peeked behind Bruce where all of Damian’s siblings stood exchanging money, Tim looking especially upset as he handed the blonde a crisp bill. For what felt like the billionth time tonight, Marinette felt her face flush.

“You are all utter buffoons. Father, we will complete this conversation later. As for now, I will escort Marinette back to her apartment and I will be taking the car.”

Damian’s hand intertwined with hers as she allowed herself to be dragged from the manor. A chorus of goodbyes echoed after her, even Alfred waved her goodbye as he graciously shut Bruce’s mouth for him. As she climbed into the car, Marinette leaned over to place a small kiss on Damian’s cheek.

“What was that for?” The stutter in his voice was something she adored, something that only ever appeared when she caught him off guard.

“Thank you for letting me meet your family today. It turned a bad day into a good one.”

“Yeah, whatever,” the red of his cheeks betrayed his indifferent attitude as he shifted the car into drive.

As the manor disappeared in the rearview mirror, only one thought remained on her mind. Just how would the conversation go with Bruce when Damian returned?

The thought alone made her smile.

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