#my sweet angel darling jason

[goldenqingxin]

jason being nearsighted VS zeus’ symbol being eagles because of their insane eyesight ….

this will forever haunt me

#i cant stop thinking about it #jason grace #pjo #my sweet angel darling jason #everything is about him on my stupid blog #myth class ruining my day again #he was never going to have a home in his father’s domain #camp jupiter + CHB werent homes either #will he ever be at home anywhere :( #qingxin loves jason

[balletfilmss]

ALL DA LADIES LUV YN!!

✸ pairing: jason grace x fem!athena!reader smau

✸ notes: im shamelessly addicted to social media aus & haven’t seen a SINGLE one for my boy…lets change that

…now playing: full machine — gracie abrams

yn.ln: nru…expect my therapy bills for those exams (ft. the world’s worst study buddy)

tagged: j.grace

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seaweed.brain: aren’t athena kids supposed to be…smart?

╰┈➤ yn.ln: @wise.girl COME GET HIM, HE’S OUT AGAIN

╰┈➤ wise.girl: PERCEUS

╰┈➤ seaweed.brain: AINT NO WAY—

j.grace: everyone see that? that’s MY gf who made a 100 on the advanced calc exam. MY GIRLFRIEND 🗣️‼️

╰┈➤ piedpiper: simp in capital red letters

╰┈➤ j.grace: loud and proud

j.grace: don’t hate on my studying skills, that was at like 2 am 😒

╰┈➤ yn.ln: it was NINE PM???

╰┈➤ j.grace: it most certainly WAS NOT

╰┈➤ yn.ln: do not take that tone with me.

╰┈➤ j.grace: yes ma’am, i’m sorry

teamleo_: who’s the cutie in slide 3? 🤭😏

╰┈➤ yn.ln: the book’s called the hunger games, thanks for asking! 🫶

╰┈➤ j.grace: @yn.ln IS IT BULLY YOUR BOYFRIEND DAY???

hazzzelnut: WAY TO GO BABE, SO PROUD OF YOU

╰┈➤ yn.ln: hazel ilysm my precious sweet darling angel 🫶🩷😚

piedpiper: ignore that blondie, she snuck out to see me once he was asleep 🥱😝

╰┈➤ yn.ln: shhhhh pipes, they’re not supposed to know

╰┈➤ wise.girl: PIPER HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME???

╰┈➤ seaweed.brain: I BEG YOU FINEST FUCKING PARDON???

…now playing: steal my girl — one direction

j.grace: smart girl appreciation post!!! 🤍 (piper mclean dni)

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teamleo_: gods bless yn for dealing with that blue eyed stare…she’s the strongest soldier ✊

╰┈➤ yn.ln: i try 😔

yn.ln: I LOVE LOVE LOVE YOU MY SWEET BOY 🩷

╰┈➤ j.grace: I LOVE YOU MORE PRETTY GIRL <3

piedpiper: giggling bc he doesn’t know that HE’S the side piece @yn.ln

╰┈➤ yn.ln: what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him

╰┈➤ j.grace: i will take this post DOWN

╰┈➤ yn.ln: nuh uh

seaweed.brain: okay, but annabeth can recite more digits of pi than yn 🤷‍♂️

╰┈➤ yn.ln: why are you such a hater

╰┈➤ wise.girl: and how many can YOU recite, percy, hm? 🤨

╰┈➤ yn.ln: GET HIS ASS ANNIE 🗣️🗣️

reyna_ara: i’ll always jump at the chance to look at some pictures of yn 🤭

╰┈➤ yn.ln: reyna ily

╰┈➤ j.grace: i’m blocking everyone but yn, leo, and like, my sister

╰┈➤ thaliyuh: do not think for a SECOND that i don’t also think you’re gf is hot (one chance, yn 🙏)

╰┈➤ j.grace: get out. all of you.

yn.ln: “all da ladies love leo!” no. all the ladies love yn, and their bfs want to be me 💪

╰┈➤ j.grace: i’m deleting this app.

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@ seaweed.brain gag. me. with. a. spoon.

beth saw this & is on her way 😚

🏃💨

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@ j.grace. um. forever?? 🤭

well that’s the plan, isn’t it?

you know it, sweetheart

#୨୧ love letters #jason grace #jason grace x reader #jason grace x fem!reader #jason grace smau #pjo smau #smau #jason grace x you #jason grace x y/n #hoo #heroes of olympus x reader #heroes of olympus #hoo x reader #pjo #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo fandom #hoo x you #pjo hoo toa #jason grace oneshot

[slasherfan29]

The slashers nicknames (preference)

Slashers involved: Jason Voorhees, Michael Myers, Bubba Sawyer, Ghostface (Billy and Stu), Brahms Heelshire, and Freddy Krueger

(Just imagine if Jason, Michael, and Bubba talked)

Jason Voorhees

His nicknames you give him:

Baby Boy

Sweetheart

Handsome

Thumper

Bear

Nicknames he gives you:

Flower

Honey

Gorgeous

Baby

Bambi

Michael Myers:

Nicknames you give him:

Boo

Darling

Babe

Mike

Killer

Nicknames he gives you:

Angel

Pumpkin

Lovely

Buttercup

Beautiful

Bubba Sawyer:

Nicknames you give him:

Love

Tommy

Teddy

Mi Amor

Champ

Nicknames he gives you:

(First letter of your name)

Baby

Sweetheart

Honey

My love

Ghostface;

Billy:

Nicknames you give him:

Psycho

Hottie

Bill

Asshat

Babe

Nicknames he gives you:

Mine

Pumpkin

Bitch

Darling

Baby

Stu:

Babe

Stupid

Stew

Goofball

Weirdo

Nicknames he gives you:

Sassy-assy

Moron

My girl

Cupcake

Sugar

Brahms Heelshire:

Nicknames you give him:

Cuddler

Hun

Doll

Creep

Child

Nicknames he gives you:

Shorty

Princess

Lover

Sweets

Dear

Freddy Krueger

Nicknames you give him:

Fred

Knifehand

Baby-girl

Dream guy

Asshole

Nicknames he gives you:

Hot stuff

Babe

Sexy

Kitten

Pussycat

#Jason voorhees #michael myers #ghostface #brahms heelshire #freddy krueger #nicknames #slasher boyfriend #horror movies #horror icons #preferences #boyfriend girlfriend #slasher x reader

[1-800-cr33py]

Nicknames They Give You <3

Jeff The Killer (TW: Alluding to possessive behavior.)

Babe, Sweets, something from your birth name,Mine/My variant

He’s a simple man, nicknames don’t change the fact your his <3

Ticci Toby

Blume (flower in German), Pretty Gir/Boy/Baby, Sunshine, Schatz (Treasure in German.)

I will stand by my head canon that Toby is German and speaks it, he just likes to see you smile at his accent.

Eyeless Jack

Angel, Sweetie, Darling, shortened version of your name.

He’s not one for pet names, but he loves to whisper endearing names into your neck when he returns from a hunt.

Jason the Toymaker (my beloved <3)

Doll, Starshine, My Beloved, Darling, Jewel

Jason is an old romantic, so his nicknames reflect that.

Nathan the Nobody

Sweetie, Little One, Babes, Sweets, Love

Nathan loves you, he wants to cherish you while he can.

Hobo Heart

Dove, Treasure, My Heart, Precious, Peach

Hobo practically worships you and everything you are, he’s going to remind you of that everyday.

Slenderman

Dove, Honey, Angel, Dear/Dearest

Old man thats it.

The Puppeteer

Flower, Pretty/Handsome, Gorgeous, Dollface, Pumpkin

Pup here is a flirt, so he’ll call you a pet name before he calls you your actual name.

Oc Time!

Celes

Pretty Baby, Sweet, Songbird, Human,Peach

Celes is an Iden, the first spawn of the All Mother, so everyone is going to know you’re her chosen mate.

#creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x y/n #fluff stuff #1800cr33py #requests are open #reqs open #oc x reader

[mygwenchan]

It's official, Nant is gone... I feel kind of sad that we only ever saw him in other people's memories. We never got a chance to meet the real Nant ;;

Also Nont's scream actually really got to me ugh (kudos to Dech for his good acting)

We continue with the drama: Tutor (aka pretty boy with the long eyelashes) promises he'll get revenge on Porche for that leaked sex tape! A reporter spying on every move he makes might not be the best thing for Porche, that boy has a lot to hide...

Even more drama 😥

Keen confronts Captain about the secretly recorded sex clips. I'm not sure if their relationship can survive this tbh Keen looks like he's seriously pissed off. Captain should probably be glad he didn't get a taste of that fist like Prom did earlier...

No one is happy today ah... Aob is still angry (disappointed, sad, overwhelmed?) at Puen for lying about... I'm not sure actually. About being a virgin? About having other sexual relationships outside of his job? Anyway, Aob is pissy!

(Yes I'm using this as an excuse to post his big tiddies and stomach/bulge. The man is pretty, ok? Don't judge me XD)

Yeah, Aob is not going to take that present (food?). Right off into the bin it goes~ Puen will have to try a lot harder!

First, darling... What did you do to those poor guys? If someone who's got a lot of experience with sex and weird creepy clients quits after an encounter with you and if it's not just that one guy, but several, you might want to tone it down a bit...

Soong?

SOONG?! Don't tell me he's going to work for daddy Jason again? He can't do that! That man is dangerous!!!

Some more sad boy hours 😭

(why is my man Teena the only one who's calm and not dramatic at all?)

Good night, sweet prince, And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!

#playboyy #playboyy the series #playboyy ep10 #gwen's watchlist

[eternallysunlight]

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 (𝟏)

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: When her father gets into the wrong kind of business, Chrissy is given a bodyguard to follow her around. The catch: he's the president of their town's biker gang. At first, she hates the new shadow that keeps her company. But, when tragedy hits, Chrissy soon learns that she needs all the protection she can get.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: chrissy x eddie

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Bulimia, mentions of vomit

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3.6K

(𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝)

The smell of candied fruit carried itself into the air, landing on my nose. I whiffed in the sweet, sugary scent, and smiled. 

Grandma's kitchen always had an effect on my senses. I could always count on the boiling of corn, frying of chicken or beating of eggs to reawake my tired mind. 

She stirred the melted sugar in her pot, humming a familiar tune. As though matching her movements to the rhythm of the song, Grams moved away from the stove and poured the syrup over the strawberries that were placed on a rack nearby. 

Looking back at her work, she grinned from ear to ear. "Chrissy, eat, eat. It's all ready, darling."

"Thanks, grams'. You always know how to cheer me up these days," I state, walking over to the rack and grabbing a berry.

 I bit down hard, hearing the sticky glaze break beneath my teeth. As the sugar dissolved on my tongue, the inner layer of juice hit my tastebuds. I relished in its sour sweetness, feeling my brain melt away its sleepiness. 

"Oh, my sweet angel. What is it with you and your school?" 

Grandma walked up to me, keeping her gaze on mine as I nibbled away. Though I knew what she meant, I tried to keep my thoughts to myself. 

I grinned between my slippery lips, and attempted to console her worries. "It's nothing, grams'. Y'know, this and that."

"Oh, this and that. You always say that, sweet girl." She retorts, wrapping her fingers around the side of Jason's varsity jacket.

"I know that cheer's important to you, but can'ya try to cut down a bit on the practice? You're losing meat, sweetie."

I felt my insides curdle at her words. God, grams. Didn't know we were going there. 

"I'll try my best, grams. But, you know I can't control the schedule that much." I say between bites, wiping the remaining juice on the back of my ruffled skirt. 

I looked back to the cuckoo clock on the kitchen wall and gasped. What time is it? Shit! 7:45, Jason should be here by now.

I turned on my heels and gave my grandma a quick kiss on the cheek before running towards the foyer. 

She watched me, shaking her head in disapproval, though smirking.

"Alright, Chrissy, just make sure you don't skimp out on those after-school snacks." 

Another ping in my chest. 

"O-of course, grams! Love ya!"

As soon as I grabbed my bag, my feet pushed me out the door. 

It's not that I don't love my grandma's concern. In fact, it's one of the most endearing things about her. 

As a child, she'd take on the most insane precautions whenever I stayed over. Excessive barriers, cabinet locks, and toilet guards galore. It was something you'd come to expect from her, whenever baby Chrissy was there.  

"You're so small, sweetie. I wouldn't want you to crumble," she'd say, whenever I'd moan and complain.

After my mother passed last year, the concerns got even worse.  She began to notice the tiniest differences in my attitude, making it increasingly difficult to hide. Combine her paranoia with the extra sleepovers I'd been accumulating when Dad wasn't home, and you had even fewer hideaways from her fear. 

Now the concern's overstayed its welcome, and it's become a nagging voice in the back of my head, reminding me of a past I wished I'd forgotten.

As I left my grandmother's house, the bright streaks of sunlight smashed onto my pupils. 

Of course, I get blinded the one day I forget my sunglasses. Today's going well. 

I hurried down the stairs and saw Jason Carver's cleanly-kept convertible waiting for me. The ceiling was down, exposing my view to the blonde-haired boy in the front. 

My boyfriend was sitting down on the driver's seat, admiring himself in his rear-view mirror.

As usual. 

"Jason! Sorry, sorry, sorry!" I yelled out, quickening my pace as I ran up to the car. 

My voice caught his attention, making him turn around. He began to laugh, covering his smile with a tightened hand.

"Jeez, Chris, it's like you do this to me on purpose." 

I plopped my bag down in the back and hopped in, my skirt ballooning with the air that I carried with me. Tucking in my uniform, I buckled into my seat and turned to face my boyfriend. 

"I don't mean to be late every day, Jace. It's the time. It hates me." 

He smiled, moving his head down to place a kiss on my lips. I hummed in response, enjoying the slight warmth it gave me.

He moved away slowly, keeping his eyes on me before switching gear and pushing us forward. We began to rush away from the quiet suburbia of my grandmother's neighbourhood, finding ourselves in the busy hum of early traffic.

Hawkins was in its most peaceful state when it was the morning. The sky paled itself to a melody of purples and pinks, blues and greys. Though the air was littered with beeps and horns, the noises carried themselves away from the streets. 

All that was left were the sleepy workers clocking in, or the busy parents answering to the calls of their angry toddlers. 

It was simple, sweet, familiar bliss.

 It was my home: Hawkins, Indiana.

Soon, the streets had cleared themselves out for us, making the drive to school a smooth journey. My boyfriend played a Billy Joel tape as we zipped around town. It was the kind of tune that made Jason, well, Jason. 

He never worried about schoolwork or college applications. There was an easygoing past to Jason's life, something that let his worries fly away like a bird in the fall. Sometimes, this chilled mentality he carried around was comforting. Other times, it felt as though he didn't listen to me fully when I confided in him.

Though, the latter half was the usual eventuality. 

I found myself lost in thoughts, eyes staring at the collage of colours and people we drove past until Jason brought me back.

"What's got you all quiet today? Is it the recent stunts by Hellfire?" He snickered, his tongue placing heavy emphasis on the latter half.

I shook my head immediately. "God, no. Jace, y'know I don't like talking about Hellfire." 

He readjusted himself in his seat as I replied, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. 

"Yeah, I know. It's just, I've never seen you like this before. Usually, you'd be whining about Cheer or Tanya or even your dad by now."

"Okay, yeah, that's fair. It's just... " I took a breath as I focused on my words.

"...last night with grams got me a little lost in my thoughts."

"What'dya mean?" He asked, turning to the last street on our journey to Hawkins High. 

"She told me last night about dad's new business deal, and it's some investment in a mall downtown."

Jason's eyebrow tilted up. "Starcourt, right? Yeah, I heard about that. How's it bad, exactly? Sounds like good revenue to me."

I chewed on my inner cheek, thinking back to my chat the night before. 

"This company that he's dealing with, they're from out of town. We don't know much about them, and they're not really giving much info to work with."

"Ah, so you're worried about your dad. And his job. That he's been doing for years." Jason remarked, giving me an exaggerated look of concern.

"Yeah, I am, Jason! I know it sounds stupid, but, it's just such a sudden job with such little background to it. I don't want my dad to be cheated out of his money."

My boyfriend rolled his eyes as I spoke those last remarks, ticking his tongue. "You're such a worryier, Chris. You need to lighten up more."

He parked his car in his signature spot, right in the back. 

Though there was no obvious sign that marked the cement with his name, everyone at school knew this was Jason's spot. It was one of the tiny symbols of power that Jason carried as captain of the basketball team. 

"Ugh, you never take me seriously," I say, jumping out of the car and grabbing my backpack. 

Jason joined my departure, walking out the Mustang and catching me by the waist as I went up to him. 

We walked into the schoolyard and were greeted by a group of our friends. On my side, Tanya ran up to me and giggled about the latest town events. On Jason's corner, Andy and Patrick kept him company as they discussed their plans for their game on Friday. 

This was the beginning of our day, king and queen of our small town's high school. We chatted about sports and movies, taking space in the hallways, and sending fear to the freshmen who looked up to us. I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy every second of it.

This was the teenage dream - and I was living in it.

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"I got 84, stupid." 

"It's obviously 75, Eric. How'd the hell d'you get 84?"

"Well, maybe it's because I can actually do polynomial division, STAN!"

I felt my sleepless night catch up with me as I heard my classmates argue over work. My pre-calc teacher hadn't shown up that day, and so the class was instructed with a dozen of pages in our textbook to work on. Of course, I completed only a few before my brain couldn't compute any longer. 

I probably should've called it an early night yesterday, instead of listening to Grams ramble on about dad's mall deal. I could feel the tiny cells in my brain hit each other, as if they were purposefully giving me a headache. 

I brought my head from under the desk, tapping on my friend's shoulder. "Amy? You there?"

Nope, she was out cold. Unsurprisingly. This class felt mind-numbingly long. I stared at the clock and felt the energy rise back into me.

As if God had heard my inner prayers, the bell rang. Immediately, Amy shot herself back, her head whipping up. 

"C-crap!"

"Amy, chill out. It's just the lunch bell," I giggled out, grabbing my math work and stuffing it into my pale yellow bag. 

She let out a puff of air as she sat up and fixed her skirt and took her bag from behind her chair. She didn't even take her books out before class. 

"That's good. Jesus, I thought I was gonna nail second detention."

"Whad'ya mean, second detention? How'd you get the first one?" I asked as we head out of class together.

"Y'know how Mr.McNeely is, always pestering me about my gum," She replied.

I shook my head, giggling once again. "You've gotta stop it with the gum, Amy. This is, like, your third detention of the month."

We went up to our lockers, placed our bags back and grabbed our lunch money.

"It's not like it's harming anyone, Chris. Why should I be pushed in the mud for keeping my breath minty-fresh?" She grinned, twirling a curl on one of her pigtails. 

I rolled my eyes in response as we turned for the cafeteria. "Yeah, but dont'cha want a clean record for college season? You wouldn't want to be singled out just 'cause of gum, right?"

"Ugh, whatever. I don't have enough money to go out of state, anyways. Doesn't matter at the end of the day."

We walked into the lunch room, all eyes once again on us, the Hawkins High Cheer Squad. We tended to avoid the gazes in the farther back, belonging to the group of boys no one spoke to: Hellfire. 

I picked up a light-blue tray and eyed the food options carefully. A familiar pit in my stomach began to churn, making its way to my throat. I gulped down dryly.

Amy was in front of me, talking to Patrick about after-school practice. 

The cheerleaders and basketball players would meet up after their separate practices to head out to a small diner near the town exit. It's what made our group so closely intertwined, and it's what made me love school just a little bit more. A sense of normalcy was a soothing escape from my home life, especially before my mother's death.

But, that was the past. Nowadays, the after-school meetups became all too boring. Andy and Jason would boast about their stats, while Tanya would rant about whatever problems she was having with her boyfriend, Steve Harrington. I never really understood what she saw in him, anyway. 

"U-um, excuse me? Chrissy? You're keeping up the line." A voice to my side announced. I blinked out of my trance and turned my head to apologize to the unknown voice.

"Crap, sorry Nancy." I squeaked out, a hint of sincerity hopefully squeezing out in the process. She seemed pretty pissed. 

I picked up a wobbly green jello cup- holding in a feeling of dread that crept up my spine- and a watery fruit cup. I walked up to our lunch table and sat down next to Jason, avoiding the hostile glances Nancy Wheeler sent down my way. 

"Tough crowd out there." I whispered out to my boyfriend, slopping down on a grilled cheese. 

He looked her way and gave a threatening gaze. Immediately, she flipped her head back. 

"'Yer welcome, Chris." He reminded, peeking his eyebrow up.

"Yeah, thanks." I said softly, pecking his cheek before he continued eating. 

My schoolmates proceeded to gossip and banter away as the hours of lunch slipped by. I stared at the two slimy blobs on my lunch tray, playing around with the jello using a spoon. 

God, I hate lunch. 

I couldn't take it. While I should've been grateful for the food that I was lucky enough to digest, there was a pit in my stomach that constantly nabbed at my throat, reminding me of the eventual reality I'd face if I did, in fact, eat.

I began to swim my plastic cutlery in the green goo, hoping no one at the table noticed. 

"Chris, aren't you gonna eat that jello cup?" Amy rang out, cutting the buzzing conversations on the table. As quick as she spoke out, suddenly, all eyes were on me. 

You've gotta be kidding me. 

"Ahaha, yeah, of course, duh." I chuckle out, though the noise sounded more like a choke than a laugh. My boyfriend gave me a concerning glance.

Crap, ok, fine.

I brought the spoon up to my lips, slurping down the artificial goop with as much strength as I could muster. 

As the jello slid down my esophagus, I felt its slimy aftertaste, and nausea began to rise. 

Though my calm demeanour started to crack, the group no longer watched me, returning to their usual bubble. I sighed in relief, yet felt the slight taste of acid ripple back into my mouth. 

Quickly, I sat up and walked to the halls. 

Jason looked at me and furrowed his brows. "Where'you going, Chris?"

"Just gotta pee, babe. Be back in a sec!"

His face softened and he smiled slightly. "Oh, okay!"

I felt my entire body shut down in rejection as my stomach rumbled on. The liquids sloshed inside, and I imagined the acid mixing with the jello to create what would eventually be slashed into the toilet. 

Oh god, oh god, oh god.

I ran up to the toilet stall and crouched down before my stomach emptied what little contents it had stored into the bowl.

I grumbled, wiping my lips with my cheer sleeve. I stood up to flush the toilet and watched my highlighter green slop go down.

I fucking hate lunch.

When it came to food, I never really had a clear-cut menu guide. Oftentimes, Grams' food never caused me any stress. It was the stuff I grew up chewing, and it felt safe. As if her mac and cheese mimicked the feeling of a warm, fuzzy hug. 

Outside of that, everything else just reminded me of chunks of saggy body fat and stomach acid. I could never keep anything down. 

Walking out of the stall, I looked back at my face in the mirror. 

The peach-pink colour of my skin had washed out, leaving me pale and appearing lifeless. I picked at my lips, noticing streaks of vomit stuck to the chapped parts.

I groaned out, frustrated.  Kneeling down to the sink, I used a brush-like motion to clear the stains on my lips. Once that was done, I took out a cherry Lip Smackers from my bra and slid it smoothly onto me. 

The last thing to fix was my ponytail, which had been matted down by the motions. I gave it a quick adjustment, spreading out the caramel-blonde hair so that it cascaded off my head perfectly. 

Looking back at myself, I gave a quick nod of approval before heading out of the bathroom.

This has to end, I thought to myself. 

I couldn't keep hiding these fears of food from my friends, and my family. My grandmother was already noticing something was wrong, I could tell. She had been making candied fruit a little often, and her remarks on my body were no longer spread out throughout the week but scattered throughout the day. 

I had been fiddling with the hems of sleeves, glued to the string of thread that was hanging out, before I collided harshly against a tall body.

"Oomph!" I muffled out, pushing off the other person. 

By the time I was able to fix my composure and look at the one I collided with, the other person was eyeing me suggestively. 

"Aren't you a little klutz, Cunningham?" He joked, looking down at me with his dark brown stare. 

I felt my lips chew against each other. "Leave me alone, Eddie. I didn't mean to walk into you."

"Of course, you didn't. Cheerleaders like you've got no sense of direction. Unless your hunky jockies come yapping for some pus-"

"Shut up, Eddie!" I said harshly, turning around. 

I could walk back to the cafeteria from the courtyard, I didn't need to deal with him.

After all, Eddie Munson was the Hellfire King himself, president of the biggest biker gang in town. Everyone knew that they were all kinds of bad, from underground drug dealing to robberies. While their stupid little group wreaked havoc on all of Hawkins, the police simply let them be. It's as if they were paid to keep quiet. 

The majority of the members were dropouts, some taking their fourth or fifth years of seniority here in Hawkins High. Eddie was a part of the latter. He rarely showed up to class, though he'd sometimes give his regards to bother those who actually wanted to learn. 

People like me, apparently.

Before I was able to round the courtyard entrance, he caught up to me and blocked the door.

"Oh c'mon, Chrissy. Stay a little. Entertain me, why don'tcha? Gimme one of those cheers you do for your jockie boys."

I huffed out and crossed my arms. "Oh, fuck off! Why don't you leave me alone?"

He laughed. This is entertainment for him, isn't it?

"You've got spunk to you, I'll admit. Is that why you're Cheer Captain? Keep all your ducks in a row with your pretty mouth?"

"Eddie I swear to god, Jason's gonna be looking for-"

At the mention of my boyfriend's name, my leathered attacker moved away from the door and pushed me against a wall. His calloused hand wrapped up to lift my chin and cuddle my throat. The other hand was placed right next to my head. I winced in pain, eyes brimmed with fear.

"Wha-t the f-f-fuck E-dd-ie?"

"You were doing so well for me, Cunningham. We had a nice little conversation going on between the two of us, didn't we? Why'd you have to ruin it with that kid's name?"

He locked his stare with mine, his lips curling into a sinister grin. I tried to pry his hands off but he'd swat them away. 

"You're gonna hav'ta try harder than that to get rid of me, Chrissy."

I managed to gather enough saliva in my mouth, balling it up with my tongue to spit it at him. He closed his eyes in response, but the smile didn't fade. 

"L-leave me a-l-lone!" I choked out, before kicking him in the chest with my foot. 

He moved back, surprised, cradling his stomach. 

"God, heh, your breath smells like shit." He managed to whisper out, laughing. I looked away, testing my mouth to see if it were true. 

Crap, yeah. 

I could hear a duo of voices suddenly, turning around the corner and nearing us. It was Tanya and Jason.

I felt myself lighten at the sound, running up to meet them. As they made their way to our spot, I caught up to my boyfriend and ran to him. "Jace!"

He opened them up to me, though his face was painted blood-red with anger.

"You've got some real nerve, messing with my girl, Munson." He shot out.

"Well, to be fair Carver, she did fall into my arms. Maybe she's getting tired of sucking baby dick."

"Oh, grow up Eddie!" Tanya yelled back, taking me as Jason went up to him, fists balled up tight. 

He looked up at him, eyes burning with rage, teeth clenched like glue. 

"If you ever speak to her again like that, I'll have my boys smash your sorry excuse of a face with bats so rough, your own uncle won't be able to recognize your corpse."

Eddie looked back at Jason, hands going up in defeat, chuckling.  "Understood, sarge. No problemo." 

And with that, our group walked away from the Hellfire King, Tanya rubbing my back and speaking in slurs. 

As we turned around, I saw Eddie's face brighten up as his eyes met mine, before switching back into his dark facade. He opened the door hatch and slipped out.

Jason placed two fingers between the bridge of his nose and took in a breath. "That should keep him away from you, Chris. Just promise me you'll try to avoid him for me, that asshole's bad news."

I gave him a reassuring twinkle of the eyes as we walked. "Don't worry Jace, 

you've got nothing to worry about."

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A/N!

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[the-void-writes]

100

I’m so sorry these Spotify asks have been sitting in limbo 😅 but thanks to you guys, I found the best inspo for this particular one!

So this one’s just a fun AU with Angel Jason and Demon Rio. It doesn’t go into much detail, but it’s still kind of cute and I love picturing them both to this song 💖

Warning: 18+ for suggestive content

“All my life, I’ve never seen an angel with black wings.”

Rio stroked the feathers, which were softer than anything back in Paradise. They slid between his fingers as he combed through the plumage. Jason giggled to himself, melting under Rio’s gentle touch.

“It’s not really something to brag about,” he said.

“Are you kidding me? They’re fucking gorgeous.”

Jason hid his face. “Rio, please, they’re not that special.”

“Just because the idiots upstairs think it’s a bad omen? Call me crazy, but their words don’t hold much value to me.”

“Keep your voice down, love. You don’t want them to smite you.”

Rio chuckled. “They’d smite me anyway if they saw us like this.”

Jason smiled shyly. Yes, if his fellow angels could see him— sitting in the lap of a demon, letting him touch his wings, wearing nothing but the sheet that covered his waist— he would never hear the end of it. He wouldn’t dream of apologizing for it, though, not when Rio made him feel such incredible things. His hands on his back, his lips on his neck, like little jolts of electricity… Jason had never felt more alive.

As a passing train briefly lit up the dark bedroom, Jason retracted his wings to their natural, “tattooed” state. Rio pretended to pout.

“I thought you were enjoying it.”

“I did enjoy it, Rio. I’m just afraid of all the things I’ll break if I leave my wings out.”

Rio smirked at him. “Oh, I’d love to see you break some furniture.”

Jason rolled his eyes and pulled Rio’s head to his neck. “I can always sleep somewhere else, darling.”

“Aww, don’t leave. I can be good to you, I swear.”

Rio rolled over so Jason was laying on the mattress. His one good eye glowed like copper in a fireplace as he took Jason’s right leg and raised it to his lips. He kissed every inch down his thigh and up to his ankle, completely smitten by his angel’s soft skin. Jason shuddered and sighed happily.

“Can I tell you something?” he whispered. “It might seem weird, but I want you to hear it.”

“Shoot, Jay.”

“I’m glad you were cast out. Just like I’m glad I came down here. This— right here— this is better than heaven itself.”

Rio snickered. “A poorly-lit apartment is better than eternal bliss to you?”

“This is bliss, Rio. Being here with you. I never want to go back to a time before this.”

Rio smiled and peppered some more kisses up to Jason’s knee, then his chest, all the way up to his lips.

“Neither do I.”

Another train light brightened the room for a bit as Jason started kissing Rio’s neck. He could hear the low growls that rumbled in the demon’s chest— it was music to his ears. Rio placed his hands on Jason’s hips and whispered into his ear.

“You’re my heaven, Jay. I’ll worship you for as long as I live.”

Jason smiled at him. “You’re too soft to be a demon, you know?”

“I don’t care what I am, as long as I’m yours.”

He kissed Rio’s cheek. “Only if I’m yours, too.”

“Of course, you are… my sweet angel.”

#writeblr #writing community #ask games

[panic-and-procrastinate-writing]

Like A Homing Pidgeon

“Forget-me-nots have to be my favourite.” You said, deep voice rolling like rich honey tea in the warm afternoon, playing with the laces of your vest as you gazed up at the clear blue sky.

Jason turned to you, confused as to where he was, but relaxing at the sight of you all the same.

Your head was upside down to him, as you laid parallel but opposite ways, and you breathed in the summer air. Your sigh was soft, and gentle, and soothing to his soul, and he couldn’t understand why.

Where was he?

Who were you?

He looked around whilst laying still and saw the tall brittle strands of grass that towered over the both of you, dry from the summer sun. There were beetles and grasshoppers, climbing up the strands and jumping back and forth. The sharp buzzing of bees could be heard as they pollinated the white flowers in the field overhead.

Jason felt peace in his soul; and didn’t know why.

When he turned back to you, you were already looking at him, and Jason felt his breath stutter as his heart beat faster.

Everything about you was breath-taking, even if you had the most ordinary features.

Your skin glowed in the warmth of the sun, the pollen in the air swirling and twinkling like fairies dancing in the sunbeams. Had Queen Mab sent her darlings to bless you? She must have, for it was the only reasoning Jason had as to why you looked so magical.

Your eyes were shining with the light, clouded with confusion as to why he hadn’t answered you, but loving all the same.

Your lips had never looked so kissable.

Your lips began to quirk up into a smile as he continued to stare, and you rolled over, so your face was above his, and Jason felt himself swallow nervously.

“Do you want a kiss, my love?” You asked so saccharinely sweet, your short hair tickling his forehead, and Jason felt his mouth go dry. He nodded none the less.

You leant closer, and your lips ghosted over his, teasing, and when Jason tried to close the gap, you pulled away giggling.

He whined in desperation. He was a parched man in a desert, and your lips were his only oasis. How could you keep him from water like this?

When you finally pressed your lips against his, Jason swore he felt God through your lips. He pressed back, and you sighed into him, and Jason heard the angels sing.

How could loving you be a sin? There was Heaven in your mouth, and Jason was devout man, determined to ascend.

Your rough hands came up to his face, to stroke his cheek lovingly, but when you felt his tears, you pulled back to look at him worriedly.

“You’re crying, darling. What’s wrong?” Was he? It was probably because you stopped kissing him.

“Don’t stop.” He managed to croak out, and Jason was scared when he didn’t recognise his own voice.

When you didn’t kiss him again, and instead kept watching him with concern, he reached up to card his hands through your hair and pull you back in.

You smiled sadly against his lips as he pulled you back desperately. But then you licked, and Jason had never felt anything so wonderful. Your sinfully wet, yet soft tongue gliding against his lips made him feel whole, and powerful, and hot.

He opened his mouth to accept you, and Jason’s thoughts crumbled as your tongues tangled together, creating a mindless state of bliss. When you turned your head and bit his lip -Jason shot up with a gasp, taking deep wide eyed breathes as the dream stopped.

A couple of first paragraphs from my Jason Todd/Reader fanfiction. Currently it is at 10,000 words and still its not finished, but if you want to read more make sure to let me know and give some words of encouragement, and i might find the motivation to write more ;)

#Jason Todd #jason todd/reader #dc comics #fanfic #this has been in the works for longer than a year #this is my damn baby #love this work damnit #i put my blood sweat and tears into this shit

[roseworth]

i have a disease called "need robin!jason content" and its terminal :(

#I WANT TO SEE MY BOY #im hmfsjafmasfhsa #dc please let me see my little angel #my sweet baby boy #my darling little baby honey sweetheart #jason todd #dc

[astranva]

Hi Nova🤍 What are some of your favourite fics?

hi, cutie! alright that's been in my box for a while now but get ready for that very random fic rec list!

Contains: Jason Sudeikis, Fezco from Euphoria, Matt Murdock, Chris Evans, Harry Styles and Jack Harlow. there's no shame.

warnings are included in each piece.

Jason Sudeikis

Not a Date - fic by @idkthisisjustforfanfic

this fic makes me actually happy. the plot, the writing style, everything about it is so perfect that i regularly check for updates and re-read the posted chapters which is something i don't always do, but it's that good!

Fezco 'Euphoria'

Say Goodbye Again - by @writersdoll, previously dollybarnes

Angel - by @twentyfourbucky

Rain or Shine - by @divine17

Debt that's Owed - by @dawnwriterimagines

End of it All - also by @dawnwriterimagines

time, the inevitable - no surprise, by @dawnwriterimagines and it’s so damn good. alternative finale ending!!!

The (Over)Protective Pair - by @scarlet-star-witch

Don’t Touch My Girl - fic by @jeyramarie

Wouldn’t You Agree? - by @heartshapedwords

Somewhere in between - by @spideeysense

Two clear plastic umbrellas - by @bingoboingobongo

Do it right - by @nexusnyx

Ash has a nightmare - by @sublimecatgalaxy

Angel - by @cosmicloki

Matt Murdock

Again and Again - by @imaginesfordifferentfandoms

Moving In - by @darling-i-read-it

When You’re Sober - by @ola-elaina

Careful - by @softlikesilkchiffon

False God fic, Blind Faith - by @cressidaclearwood

Chris Evans

Linger Like a Tattoo Kiss - by @meetmymouth my baby

Secretly married but gets caught - by @agentofbarnes

Accents - by @afeb

@la-cey ‘s fic rec list, another one

honestly, finding fics about chris that aren’t smut or mob!chris isn’t the easiest so i don’t have much to recommend but lacey’s list is really good!

Harry Styles

Sweet as Cherry Wine - by @missluckycharms

Basically inspired by Harry’s white robe and Masterlist - by @meetmymouth 

Te Esperé and Masterlist - by @gucciwins

Dilf and Milf and Masterlist - by @watchmegetobsessed

He’s so Vogue and Masterlist1 and Masterlist2 - by @finelinevogue my love

Happiest Birthday and Masterlist - by @all-my-love-for-harry

And I Can’t Give that To You - by @meetevieinthehallway i actually cried reading this

Harry talking about your breakup in an interview - by @lollypopsx

Best Friends My Ass - by @theonewiththefanfics

Two for the Show - by @nationalharryleague

Reunion - by @bfharry

Harry and Y/N are best friends and Y/N isn’t his “type” ( or so she’s heard) - by @jawllines

Jack Harlow

Courtside and Déjà Vu - by @rina-writes

Instagram Live, Perfect, and Silly Childhood Crush - by @lcandothisallday

#fic rec #harry styles fic rec #fezco fic rec #chris evans fic rec #jack harlow #matt murdock fic rec #jason sudeikis

[cynical-sprite]

Dark Pictures House Of Ashes Preferences: Their Pet Names they'd use for their significant other

Eric King❤: we know he'd call his significant other a shortened version of their name (like when he called Rachel 'Rache'), but he'd probably use honey or sweetheart too, possibly baby on occassion

Jason Kolchek💙: darlin', sweet pea, honey, sugar pie, baby, cutie pie, hon', sugar, honey bun

Salim Othman💚:  habib albi (“love of my heart”), ya hayati (“my life”), ya amar (“my moon”), ya helo (“my beautiful”)

Rachel King💜: I don't really see Rachel as much of a pet names/terms of endearment type person, not in the traditional sense anyway; the only one I can really see her using is babe/baby. She may occasionally call them beautiful/handsome/gorgeous, but probably only when they're alone together.

I can, however, see her coming up with her own special/unique nickname for them as a term of endearment

Nick Kay💛: baby and babe would probably be his most commonly used, but Nick, being a romantic person, would probably call his significant other every pet name under the sun; honey, darling, dear, beautiful/handsome/gorgeous, sweetie, angel, princess

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If I made a mistake on any of the Arabic, I apologize in advance; I don't speak Arabic, so my reference was the internet😅. My intention is certainly not to offend anyone, so if I messed anything up, feel free to let me know nicely

@werewolfgirl1995

@sylviebell

#my work #eric king self ship 😎🇺🇲 #emily x salim othman🪖❤ #sylvia x rachel king🔫🕶💜 #emily x nick kay🪖🇺🇲💛 #house of ashes x reader #dark pictures house of ashes x reader #eric king x reader #jason kolchek x reader #rachel king x reader #salim othman x reader #nick kay x reader

[morgansunflower]

My Heart

Batman/Bruce Wayne X Superman/Clark!Sister Reader

Batmom! Reader

Warnings: non only some nursing, so much fluff!

Words:1402

Y/N is Superman's twin sister and wife of Batman. Both her and her husband embark on a adorable journey of the first weeks of their daughter's life.

Bruce's P. O. V

After a long night of patrol I stood in the Bat-cave. Before I go to my bedroom to see my wife and daughter. I stand in front of the Bat-computer. Y/N, walked in wearing her pajamas, robe and slippers. She stretched her arm's upward

"there's my darling hunk of a husband. Just put our little munchkin to sleep" she said relieved smiling as she wrapped her arm's around me humming. She kissed my neck "I missed you"

I held her hand and kiss her knuckles "and I you my love, you have not had any rest since we've been home. Given you are a Kryptonian I still deem it wise you get some rest, Darling"

"you know I don't sleep without you"

I stood she kissed me deeply. Then I realized how much I truly missed her. We went to our bedroom. I glance at D/N sound asleep in her co-sleeper crib. I feel a wave of complete genuinely happiness. I took my uniform off and changed into my boxers. We laid in bed together her head on my lower chest and arm across me.....I awoken from my relaxing slumber do to I feel a small being laying on my face. I grunted, I open my eye's seeing D/N. Her small legs laid across my neck, the side of her body on the bed and hand across my face. I don't know if I'm mad or if this is the most heartwarming thing to have happened to me. I moved my small daughter to my chest. I stood and laid her in her co-sleeper crib, that was by the bed on Y/N's side. I gently smiled laying a blanket on her and kiss her face. I walked back to my side of the bed. I laid in bed laying the covers on me. I look at my wife as she slept soundly. I lean over and kiss her face. I see, D/N finally sound asleep and hopefully will remain such until morning. I take a relaxing breath and move laying on my back. I shut my eye's.... I awaken again hearing Y/N huffing. I open my eye's seeing D/N flying. Y/N sighed heavily

"not again" she says in a tired state

She flew and held her I sigh deeply she's dreaming again. Y/N yawned I grasp D/N from my wife holding her close. I lay her on my chest and shut my eye's. Y/N, laying right next to us......

Y/N P. O. V

I open my eye's from slumber to see my husband and baby girl sound asleep. My heart melts I kiss Bruce's head. Bruce opened his eye's I gently rub his little cheek. He touched my chin and smiled

"you look beautiful" he mumbled

I chuckle "yeah totally beautiful with my beautiful hair" I say sarcastic my hair a complete wreck

"you'll always be beautiful to me" he genuinely said

"oh that definitely deserves a kiss"

I kiss Bruce he deepens the kiss we stop as our daughter, began to cry hunger for breakfast

"shhhh, dear" Bruce said softly

He gave me D/N I moved my shirt and nurse her. Bruce kisses my cheek and got off the bed. I hear my phone ring I look, Clark. I answer my older brother's.

-"hey baby sister, how are you doing? I kinda already know from checking earlier this morning, but I just haven't heard from you in a while"

"I know I've been a little bit busy to say the least" I sighed I miss my brother, he's my best friend.

-"I know believe me. When the twins were born. Conner and Kal were quite the demanding type well more Kal. I think he gets it from you" he chuckled

"watch it Supe's I'll heat blast your ass from here" I watch my husband dress into his suit

-"touchy touchy" he mocked "anyway I really miss you all. We should get together soon"

"yeah I'd like that" I look at my daughter smiling "you really need to soak in D/N's cuteness wall she's still this little"

I lift my head seeing my husband in his suit.

-"I'll be looking forward to it"

"me too bye Clark love you"

-"see ya, Y/N love you too and give my love to all my niece's and nephew's"

"will do"

I hung up and toss the phone. Bruce leans down and kisses me. I hear footsteps by the hallway and then a knock on our bedroom door. Bruce parts from my lips gently smiling. He opens the diaper bag on the dresser and tossed me the nursing cover. I put it on for modesty. Bruce put his robe on and opened the door. I rest my head on the wall.

"Damian, Titus"

"father am I interrupting?" he asked

"no kiddo just feeding your sis but I'm modest, come on in" I said

Damian, walked in with Titus "Mother, D/N"

"hey" I yawn nursing always put me to sleep "how's your day been"

"tt Grayson insist that I confess my affection that does not exist to Rachel" he said with a slight redness to his cheeks

"oh, well I am not trying to be nosy but I think she's lovely"

Damian, groaned pinching the bridge of his nose "why did I open my mouth?"

I chuckled my daughter finished nursing. I move my shirt back down and take the nursing cover off. Damian, looked at D/N I gently smiled. It's rare moment's that Damian is genuinely in a good place that I cherish. Dick, walked in stretching and groaned with a tired look on his face.

"hey guys!" he yawned

"morning sleepy head" I said chuckling

He plopped on the bed. I help D/N lay against my stomach. She reached for Damian. Damian rolled his eye's and moved closer. She began cooing and touched his face.

"Aww" Dick mocks

"tt shut up, Grayson your just jealous because I'm her favorite not to mention blood brother"

"oh, please I'm everyone's favorite" Dick says with a grin

As Bruce went off to work moment's later, Cassandra, Stephanie, Barbara, Jason, and Tim we're all in the room enjoying each other's company. It was nice to see all the kid's in one room getting along, well for the most part. It makes me feel whole having all the children in one room. Afterwards I carried my daughter downstairs to the kitchen needing something for myself to eat. I grabbed a my favorite fruit from the fruit bowl. Alfred, walked in he gently smiled.

"miss Y/N I'd be more than happy to accommodate your lunch and bring it to you in your room" he insisted

"oh, Alfred I'm fine just needed a snack, speaking of lunch I actually need to eat lunch"

"miss Y/N you are a very strong woman, but caring for a child's needs is not a task to take lightly plenty of rest is always advised"

"oh, alright Alfred but only be I absolutely love your cooking!"

He gently smiled "thank you miss Y/N now upstairs and I shall be up with your lunch momentarily"

That night Bruce off on patrol I sat on the rocking chair nursing, D/N. She's been awake for hours. Finally she detached her mouth I sigh in relief needing sleep. She looks at me eye's wide open. I lean my head back in defeat

"goodness gracious child will you go to sleep" I begged

I hear the batmobile D/N began cooing recognizing that her, father as returned. I gently smiled she's so sweet. I move my shirt back. I went to the Bat-cave as I burp D/N. I see my husband. He had a soft smile with concern

"D/N won't sleep" he states taking his cowl off

"nope nata not even a little I've nursed the little angel forever but nothing"

She reached her arm's out to Bruce. Bruce held her D/N rested her head in the crook of his neck. D/N, shut her eye's as she faded to sleep. I take a relaxing breath and kiss my husband.

"she just wanted her daddy" I chuckled

"I believe we all need a good night's rest" he suggested reading my every look since the day we met

#batfamily #bruce wayne #batman #batfam #Bruce Wayne X Reader #Batmom! Reader #Batman X Batmom #Bruce Wayne X Wife! Reader #Superman X sister! Reader #Clark Kent X sister! Reader #Clark Kent X Reader #Batfamily X Reader #Baby girl #Nursing #Damian Wayne #Dick Grayson #Big brothers #Sweet Bruce Wayne #Kryptonian! Reader

[americasmarauders]

What about ....

“i’m not worthy of anybody’s love.” “that’s not true, you’re worthy of mine.” followed by the lover breaking eye-contact… + a love confession

Followed with tentative kisses in the dark

With Jason Todd x reader ❤❤❤❤❤

Lots of love xoxo

did this get completly out of hand? yes, yes it did. It was supposed to be short and sweet, but suddenly I had 12 pages of angst ready to make their way into the world. 

I’m so sorry it took so long, elle, life got in my way, but now you have like, 6k+ words to make up for it. I really hope you like it.

warnings: completly unedited, sorry for the typos :))

words: 6,856

masterlist #

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Aged 14, sometime in September.

Mason Anderson was the biggest dick she had ever met. He was petty and jealous and he picked on her just because. She just wanted peace, quietly resolving  the homework she had spent an entire week working on. The library was empty, safe for a couple of other students when he barged in and robbed her of her papers. 

He claimed he needed it more than her, he was the one almost flunking out of the class. She demanded her homework back, but he ran towards the boy’s bathroom with her work. It wasn’t the first time that sullen feeling of despair had been planted on her by Mason Anderson, it still didn’t make it any easier. 

She sat in front of the boys bathroom, hugging her knees in an attempt to find comfort. She kept thinking that she could do it again, she had done it once, theoretically it would be faster to do it a second time. Light footsteps echoed through the hall, her eyes found their way to the source of the noise. 

Jason Todd was a tiny kid with a big brain and an even bigger heart. He had helped her with English more times than she cared to admit. Sometimes she would see him walking towards the alley near the Academy, holding an extra package of chips to the little kid that stayed there sometimes. She liked Jason Todd, considering him the only alley she had inside the cold walls of the Gotham Academy. 

“What’re you doing here?” he asked, delicately, sitting beside her. “I thought you were gonna finish Statam’s paper today.”

“Mason Anderson stole it,” her eyes were cast downwards, looking at the seams of the floor with an almost inhuman interest. “He wanted to copy it, and I wouldn’t let him so he decided to flush down the toilet instead.”

“I’m sorry,” he muttered to her, sitting next to her on the floor. 

“It’s okay,” she shook her head, stretching her legs in front of her. “I just,” she sighed, trying to find the words, “I spent one week working on that, and I really needed the grade, you know? But he just didn’t care, he just thought of himself.”

Jason looked at her, softly. His eyes held a certain fire behind them, something she could never really describe what it was. It was entrancing, it calmed the pace of her heart.  He didn’t say anything before getting up and marching towards the boys bathroom. 

She didn’t hear anything going on inside, her mind imagining all sorts of scenarios where Jason would emerge from the bathroom beaten and defeated, Mason walking out completely victorious, with a shiny top grade Literature paper in hand. Her blood boiled at the image, more so than it did before. She got up from the ground, determined to help Jason win the fight, even if her papers were already down the plumbing. 

But the door flung open, her friend walking out calmly, clutching her homework delicately. He offered her a smile, and as the door closed behind Jason she could see Mason on the ground gripping his nose in pain. 

“Here,” the papers were completely dry to the touch, her confusion deepening. “He was copyin’ it.”

“I can’t believe you got this back,” she whispered, shaking her head in disbelief. “I thought… I thought I'd have to redo it.”

“Nah,” he smiled shyly, “I would’ve helped ya.”

“I can’t really depend on you for everything, Jason,” she replied politely. “It’s not fair.���

“I got your back,” he affirmed, “ya don’t need to worry.”

And it meant the world to her that he did. 

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Aged 16, October 12th. 

Jason Todd and her became friends after the Mason Anderson incident. She didn’t know what Jason had said to him, what had he done, all she knew was that Mason never bothered her again after that. 

It was the night of her 16th birthday. It was late, probably past 3 in the morning when Jason carefully landed on the fire escape that led to her bedroom. He carefully carried a small box, wrapped neatly with a blue bow. He had chosen the gift lovingly, his heart warm with her. Jason hadn’t expected her to be such an integral part of his life, but just as quietly as she arrived, she placed herself in his heart permanently. She was his friend, true friend, she didn’t expect anything other than his company and support, something he was glad to provide. 

His knuckles lightly grazed her window, making the softest noise.  Her shades were partially open, he could see her body lying comfortably on her bed. She moved slightly, her body turning towards the window. Her hands rubbed her eyes delicately, seeing Jason smile awkwardly at her. She got up and dragged her feet towards him, opening her window to him. 

“What’re you doing here?” her voice was slurred, intoxicated with sleep. 

“You know, you should really lock your windows,” he commented, “Gotham’s a dangerous city.”

“Jay,” she warned, “what’re you doing here? It’s…”she searched for her clock, “fuck, 3 in the morning.”

“It’s your birthday,” he responded clearly, as if it was the most obvious reason why he was on her fire escape, on a cold October night only wearing a light jacket.

She blinked at his blunt response, confused on what to say to him. “You’ll see me tomorrow, Jay, I don’t understand why’d you come all this way just to see me.”

“Because it’s you,” he shrugged, stepping into her bedroom silently. “You really thought I wouldn’t see you on your birthday?”

“I don’t know,” she whispered, looking down at her feet. A soft breeze came in through the window sending shivers down her spine. Jason closed the window for her and she sent a silent thank you towards his way. “I thought you wouldn’t bother.”

“Well,” he extended the little box to her. Her fingers brushed on his softly, a shock sent on his skin at the touch, “I couldn’t not see you.”

Her hands hugged the box carefully, hesitant on what to do with what was given to her. “Open it,” he urged her. 

She eyed him suspiciously, undoing carefully the blue bow that decorated the gift. Opening the box, a tiny robin pendant next to two tiny stones pendants, an opal and an onyx: her birthstone and his. “Wow,” she breathed out, her heart racing inside her chest. Suddenly, she didn’t feel sleepy anymore. “Jason, this is… You didn’t have to.”

“Of course I had,” he stated, his eyes soft and loving, lingering on her more than they should. “You mean a lot to me, darling.”

Her eyes glinted underneath the pale moonlight streaming through the half closed curtains of her room. Jason’s breath hitched quietly at the sight of her, disheveled and sleepy and yet the most perfect person to grace his life. She was at a loss for words for a few moments, opening and closing her mouth, not knowing how to react. Her eyes trailed frenetically over the pendants, trying to find meaning in those.

“Why a robin?” the inquiry startled Jason. He wasn’t expecting to explain himself, much less explain why he had given her a robin pendant. She had no clue what he did when the night fell, who Bruce actually was and he intended to keep her in the dark about that aspect of his life. She didn’t need to know anyway, and telling her would only put her in danger. That was what Bruce made her believe. 

“It reminded me of you,” he answered, simply, his eyes fixated on her angelic face. 

It wasn’t untrue. Robins were friendly and protected over, birds that should never be harmed. Jason made sure of that, he had her back, always, and he knew she had his. But mostly, he wanted her to have a piece of him everywhere she went. If something were to happen, he wanted to guarantee he wouldn’t be a footnote in her life. What a magnificent life that would be, he knew.

Her eyes ran on his face, looking for a hint that he wasn’t sincere, that he was just messing with her. The thought was more heartbreaking than she anticipated. She found nothing malicious in his face, in his eyes, and smiled back at him. “Thank you, Jay,” she kissed his cheek delicately, her lips barely brushing his skin. It was enough to send both of them into a frenzy of feelings, a thousand thoughts running through their heads. 

“Here,” he extended his hands, his eyes clear and full of emotion for her, “I’ll put it on for you.”

She handed him the box, turning around so he could clasp the hook of the necklace. Jason was considerably smaller than her - she guessed it was because of the years of malnutrition he endured when he lived on the streets - so she sat on her bed to meet his height. His fingers brushed slightly at the back of her neck, sending goosebumps on her body.

It was when she turned to look at him again that she realized that maybe Jason wasn’t just a friend to her. Maybe the interest she had in Jason, or how her heart raced when she saw him for the first time in the day weren’t because he was her friend. Maybe it was because she had decided to love him with all her soul. 

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Aged 16, April 28th.

It was ironic how sunny it was in Gotham that day. It was like nothing had happened, the world hadn’t gotten the memo that it was supposed to be gloomy and sad outside, to match the pain she felt inside. 

On the deep green grass of Gotham cemetery, stood her and Jason’s family, listening to a priest preach something meaningless to her. Nothing mattered to her anymore, her friend, best friend, was buried deep into the earth, 6 feet under. She would never get to see him again, hear his laugh, take in his smile. She would never have another birthday with him, give him his favorite books, tell him she loved him. Her eyes were fixed on the fresh dirt lain over his shiny coffin, her hand fidgeting on the robin pendant Jason had gifted mer  months before. It wasn’t an open casket, she couldn’t even see him for the last time. 

The call was the most confusing moment she had ever gone through. He didn't even tell her he was going after his mom. He didn’t even get to explain that to her. Jason just burst through her window late at night, saying he was leaving Gotham for a few weeks, anger seeping through his pores and contaminating the room. His knuckles were badly bruised, as her fingertips lightly brushed he hissed. She didn’t question him, it didn’t even go through her head. He had said he wanted to find a part of him, and she nodded, wishing him luck. 

Looking back, she wished she had begged him to stay, to find that part of him in Gotham, with her away from the perils of foreign bombs. Tears sprouted in her eyes as the thought passed through her head. It wasn’t her fault, she couldn’t predict a tragedy would have happened. It had become a mantra to her, and sometimes repeating it to herself didn’t help at all.

Bruce Wayne stood next to her, stoic, his face stony. It almost didn’t look like he had lost a son. But she saw how his jaw tensed, how it was similar to when Jason was upset and didn’t want to tell her about it. She could see how broken he was inside, how angry and desperate. She felt that too. 

The priest stopped talking and the four people standing on that lawn let out a stuck breath of relief. Jason’s brother approached his Father, walking away from her. She stared at the stone, cold like Jason’s body, with the engrave ‘Jason Todd, beloved son and friend’. It didn’t make justice to what Jason actually was, he was much more than just a son and a friend, but it was what they used to describe him. If Jason had decided what his epitaph would be, surely would be a dramatic quote from Shakespeare. 

Her name was called out in a posh british accent and she turned toward the person. What she saw was an older gentleman, holding a black umbrella to protect his baldness from the sun. A thin mustache hung over his upper lip, molded into a sad frown. “I’m Alfred Pennyworth. Master Jason talked a lot about you,” he commented with his left hand behind his back.

“All good things, I hope?” she joked quietly, her eyes trailed to her black shoes, wet grass glued to the sides of it. 

“The best things, I assure,” his voice was firm and calm, his accent oozed her security, something she was eager to cling on. He reached for the inner pocket of his blazer, pulling a crisp white card. She furrowed her eyebrows, accepting the card. On it, it had Alfred’s name, his profession underneath and a phone number. “If you ever find yourself needing anything, I’ll be happy to help.”

She nodded, her thumb lightly brushing the expensive paper on her hand. “Thank you Mister Pennyworth,” her eyes found the old man, the wrinkles around it making his stern stance seem gentler. “Thank you.”

“Would you like to come over for some tea?” he offered. “I’m sure Master Bruce wouldn’t mind having his son’s friend over.”

She wanted to, a force inside her compelled her to accept his offer. But her heart was broken, and she didn’t know if she was ready to enter what used to be Jason’s home so fast after he was buried. At the same time, maybe she didn’t have the nerve to say no to such a kind person. “I--,” she hesitated, “okay, I’ll have some tea.”

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Aged 18, mid-August.

“I don’t know what to do, Alfred,” her hands fiddling with the necklace Jason had given her long ago. “It feels like I’m at a crossroads and every sign points to the direction my heart doesn’t want to go.”

The old butler poured her mint tea - her favorite, as he had learned over the weekly visits she paid him - calmly and firmly as she ranted. “What is holding you back?”

She looked at Alfred, her eyes confused at the question. She hadn’t lingered on the fact of why she didn’t want to accept the scholarship on Metropolis. Her brain told her it was only logical, she would miss her parents, her weekly meeting with Alfred, her hometown. But Alfred was always one step ahead, he had a sixth sense as she had come to learn. “You know,” she replied softly, her eyes lingering on the beautiful teacup in front of her. 

He said her name, getting her attention. “Master Jason isn’t here anymore,” he stated simply, laying cookies on her plate, “you don’t have to stay behind for him.”

“I know,” she picked up the spoon and twirled it between her fingers. “But,” she hesitated, not knowing how to phrase her feelings, “Alfred, I can’t even think of it. I can’t wrap my brain around leaving him.”

“You are not leaving him,” his voice was calm and gentle, softening her panic. “You are moving on.”

She shook her head, her eyes shut close tightly. “It doesn’t feel like it,” she whispered, “I feel like I’m meant to be here, Alfred. I can’t really explain it.”

“Well, if you do decide to stay in Gotham, I hope we can continue our weekly teas,” Alfred said, a tone of hope in his voice. 

She smiled at him, her eyes filled with kindness. “If I do decide to stay, I’d love to keep our weekly teas,” her smile stayed as she uttered the words. “I appreciate our time together, Alfred.”

“I’m honored,” he said to her, bringing the teacup to his lips.

Heavy footsteps sounded behind her and she turned around to see who it was. Turning around, her hand bringing the teacup to her lips, she saw a disheveled Bruce Wayne walking towards her. His eyes were barely opened, prominent bags under his eyes cast a shadow on his features. His tie hung untied on his neck, his shirt over his pants, the sleeves folded up to his elbows. It was a stark contrast from the Bruce Wayne she had seen at Jason's funeral, two years back, the one she saw frequently splattered on the news front pages.  

“Oh,” he stopped on his tracks, his hands falling limply to his sides. His jaw tensed and, suddenly, a mask fell on his face, the vulnerability he displayed a few seconds before gone. He wasn’t anymore Bruce, a guy who had just woken up and wanted something from the kitchen of his oversized home, he was the Bruce Wayne, now. The velocity of the transformation haunted her. “I didn’t realize we had visitors.”

She rested the teacup pack on the counter, and got up from the stool. “I’m so sorry Mr. Wayne,” she muttered, extending her hand, introducing herself. “I am, was, Jason’s friend.”

“Yes, yes,” he nodded, “I remember you.”

Alfred looked pointenly at Bruce as pulled a mug from a cabinet. He poured coffee for himself, and leaned against the counter next to Alfred. She stood there next to her stool, paralyzed in his presence. Everytime she was present in Wayne Manor, Bruce was either too busy to ever grace them with his presence, or away on some business trip she never bothered to ask what for. “We have weekly teas, Master Bruce,” Alfred said, his tone laced with something deeper than announcing their weekly traditions. 

Bruce’s jaw tightened somehow and his blue eyes rested on her. Her eyes drifted to her teacup, her tea getting cold. She was itching to grab it and drink it, but she felt uncomfortable even moving a inch from her place, much less feeling the liberty to resume her previous behavior. “Really?” his eyebrows shot up, his head tilting slightly. “Please, seat, pretend I’m not here.”

She hesitated before sitting back down. Her hands hugged her teacup, the warmth of it seeping through her skin. It was hard to pretend he was not there next to her, looking at her with judging eyes. She wondered if he remembered her from the funeral, if he had thought of her when he was thinking of Jason’s legacy, what his son had left behind. Her eyes looked up at Bruce before quickly darting back down to her tea, “Yeah, I don’t really wanna go to Metropolis,” she whispered, resuming her previous conversation with Alfred. The air in the kitchen was tense and awkward, she couldn’t look any of them men in the room in the eyes. 

“I’m certain Gotham U will admit you,” Alfred reassured her, “You’re a brilliant person, they’d be fools to let you go.”

“Thank you, Alfred,” her eyes were focused on the tea, like it was the most important thing in that kitchen. “They usually don’t take this long to send the letters, it’s making me nervous.”

“Gotham U, huh?” Bruce chipped in. “What’s your major?”

She looked expantly at Alfred, trying to see if he knew any of Bruce’s intentions. But she often forgot how impassive Alfred was, how in control of his emotions he was, something she lacked. He didn’t show her anything, she assumed he knew of something, like usually. “Applied physics,” she responded, quietly. 

“Wow,” Bruce breathed out, “impressive.”

She offered him an awkward smile in return. It was hard to find a response to the reaction of others when they became aware of her major. It was highly uncommon, and usually those who followed that path were men. When people discovered what she wanted to do with her life, they almost always reacted like they had found an unicorn.

“Well, when you do graduate, look for me, I can help you get a job,” Bruce politely offered, his tone kind. She looked up at him for the first time, his expression almost fatherly. 

“Thank you Mr. Wayne, that’s very kind of you,” she bored her head, looking down at her tea once again. 

His phone rang, and he picked it up from his pocket. Her eyes trailed over to his expression, his jaw once again tense. “You’re welcome,” he replied, feigning happiness and comfort. “If you’ll excuse me,” he left the kitchen in broad steps, his shoulders tense and determined. 

That was the first time she came to the conclusion that Bruce Wayne was a strange man. 

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Aged 22, end of May.

College was an excruciating experience, but finally she had left it all behind. With her diploma in hands, she finally felt a small semblance of freedom, something she had longed when isinde the four walls of her old dorm in Gotham U. 

She stepped into the ground floor of Wayne towers, her shoes clicking nervously on the floor. She had made sure to dress properly to meet Bruce Wayne, unsure of what he’d think if she showed up dressed like a broke college student, something that she very much was. It was the mentality of fake it till you make it, aim a bit higher and maybe you’ll get there. She desperately wished she’d get there.

One of the receptionists let her in, indicating the floor in which she should go to. Her hands sweat gripping the folder with her recommendations and her resume, she gulped looking at the elevator intently. Her free hand found its way to the tiny robin gently resting on her neck. She wished Jason was there to help her, give her tips on what to say to his Father to make him glad, and what to avoid doing so that he’d hire her. She could imagine him if she closed her eyes, next to her, barely taller than her, smiling at her wishing her good luck. The elevator dinged, bringing her back to reality. Jason wasn’t next to her, and she didn’t have anyone to give her tips on what to say to her potential boss. She was alone, just like she had been for six long years. 

In spite of the hundred floors of the building - quite literally - the elevator ride was fast. When the doors opened, it revealed a small greeting room, with a couple of couches and a tall window illuminating it. She eyed directly in front of her, the double doors with a tiny plaque with the name Bruce Wayne engraved on it. Her eyes lingered on it for a couple of moments, as she walked towards the lonesome couch next to the big window. She took a deep breath, trying to calm the beating heart. She wondered if Bruce was already inside the room, if he remembered what he had offered to her all those years ago, or if he had just been polite and did not plan on following with it at all. 

After that strange meeting with him four years back, she had barely seen him again. A couple of times she had seen a shadow passing through the corridors while she was heading out of the Manor, someone she assumed for the sake of her mental health it was Bruce Wayne and not a ghost. The notion that he was a strange man only intensified, adding the perception that he was hiding something. She knew he was a good actor, but she could see tiny cracks and slips, an ability gained from years of loneliness. It was hard to say what it was that he was keeping a secret from everyone, but there was something there. 

Her name was called and she saw Bruce Wayne standing underneath the frame of the double doors that lead to his office. She got up promptly and walked towards him, her grip on her folder tight. His hand was extended and she shook it professionally, pretending like she wasn’t panicking inside. 

“I have someone I’d like for you to meet,” he stated, guiding her inside his office. The office was probably four times bigger than the small room she had stayed previously, the large windows providing a beautiful view from Gotham. You could almost pretend it was a normal city looking out from that window. “This,”  he motioned to the man sitting on a cozy nook in the back of the room, “is Lucius Fox.”

The man was big and well built, his round glasses standing on the tip of his nose. He smiled at her, crinkles forming beside his eyes. His hand found his glasses, taking them off and putting them in his pocket. “Nice to meet you, Miss. mr. Wayne has talked a lot about you,” he stated, his hand extended for her to take it. 

She looked back at Bruce, confused. After all, he remembered her and he remembered his offer. She turned back to Lucius and shook his hand, a determined expression on her face. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Fox.”

“Lucius Fox is the head of our R&D department, and has agreed to take you as his personal apprentice,” Bruce explained. 

Shock overcame her, her eyes wide. She looked between Lucius’ kind smile and Bruce’s stoic stance, unable to believe the opportunity was real. “Really?” she uttered incredulously. 

“I have some personal projects and I’d very much need the help,” Lucius explained, calmly. “Mr. Wayne has talked highly of you, I’m eager to see what you’re capable of doing.”

“I--,” she shook her head, trying to get rid of the hesitation, “thank you, sir.”

“You’re welcome,” Bruce responded, a small smile gracing his lips. “I’m sure you’ll do great.”

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Aged 24, April 26th.

The humid air of the cave made sweat drip down her face as she tinkered away with a broken gadget she had designed for Bruce’s night time activities, as she had so dearly called it. 

It was a new development, the cave and the capes and the vigilantism. The two years she invested working with Lucius all served a greater purpose to Bruce. She was to be the next Lucius Fox, help provide Batman, or rather Bruce - in her head it was still confusing to assume that the guy who had given her a job was the ‘Dark Knight’ - with gadgets capable of doing everything that his physical capabilities couldn’t. Lucius was old and reaching retirement, and even if he loved his job, he was reaching his limit. She was beyond grateful for his guidance, she had learned so much. But he had left her a fucking weird job. There was no other way to describe it. 

The cave was quiet, Bruce had left sometime before, she could only hear Alfred quietly talking to Bruce through the comms and the drip-drip of water falling from the ceiling and hitting the small lake underneath her. She had settled in a little abandoned nook, her tools all scattered on top of her table. She rested the screw driver she was working with on the table, lifting the magnifying lens. She rubbed her face, tired of looking towards the tiny malfunctioning screen.

Her hands remained on her face, concealing her emotions. The robin pendant always felt especially heavy on the 26th of April. It had been 8 years since she had seen Jason, and as pathetic as it sounded, she never really got over the loss of him. They always felt particularly lost, she couldn’t focus on anything other than him, running circles around any problem presented to her. Looking at the gadget, it felt nearly impossible to find a solution to it, her mind foggy with sadness and grief that she could never really shake off, even with years between her and the day he had died. 

The knowledge that Bruce kept everything as Jason had left, and even made a little homage to his Robin days in a secret corner of the cave, hidden from view, was heavy in her heart. She struggled to keep her eyes trailed to her task and not at the memory of Jason. She took a sharp breath, trying desperately to sew herself together. It was truly pathetic how much it still affected her, how open the wound still was. 

A sharp motor sound echoed through the walls of the cave, disturbing the few bats that hung from the ceiling. A guy built like a fucking brick wall parked his bike on the platform, taking long strides towards where Alfred stood. He adorned a cracked red helmet that glistened in the white lights that illuminated the pathway. His heavy footsteps echoed through, her eyes unable to escape from him. She approached silently, praying that that loose panel near the little stairs that lead to the main computer wouldn’t scratch underneath her weight. 

“Where the fuck is Bruce?” he growled, his hands balled into fists next to him. His leather jacket was worn and old, its sleeves bunched up near his elbow, exposing his veiny forearms. The cracked part of the helmet revealed his blue eyes, sparkling in a familiar way. It tugged her heartstrings, her hand instinctively went to her robin. It couldn’t be, Jason was dead. 

“He’s on patrol, Master Jason,” Alfred said calmly, his eyes trailed to the screens in front of him. Alfred acted like this man’s fits of anger were completely normal. 

Her brain repeated that it wasn’t Jason, it was a mere coincidence that this man’s name was the same as her dead best friend’s. Jason was a tiny and scrawny kid, he wasn’t tall and thick like this man. Jason wasn’t bitter and prone to anger fits, even if he was angry most of the time. He was silent and kind and sweet, this man looked to be the opposite of it. 

“He promised, Alfred, where is he?” he growled, his fist slamming on the table. “He fucking promised.”

“I’m sure he’ll arrive soon, if you’d like to wait,” Alfred motioned to the medical bay, the gurney sitting there on its lonesome. The man huffed, marching to the gurney, otherwise ignoring her presence a few feet away. 

She approached Alfred quietly. “Who was that?” her voice laced with curiosity and fear. 

Alfred looked at her serenely, knowing something she didn’t. He smiled at her, teh crinkles around his eyes appearing generously. “Why don’t you find out?,” he responded to her camly. 

She took it as an order, and made her way towards the small infirmary area. Her footsteps were light and determined, her hand clutching the robbing resting on her chest tightly. Her brain ran over scenarios on how likely it was that this person had almost every physical attribute to her best friend Jason, if he had taken steroids for the past 8 years. It wasn’t likely, but in light of her new knowledge, of how close the supernatural was to her, it was very much possible. 

“Do you want me to take a look?” she asked quietly, shifting the weight from her heels to the tips of her toes. She felt so small in his presence, something she didn’t feel with Bruce, oddly. Maybe it was because Bruce didn’t give off such menacing vibes when he was near her, or maybe it was because her brain was unconsciously comparing this man to her Jason, who had always been smaller than her. “At the helmet, I mean.”

He eyed her surgically, analyzing everything about her. His eyes rested on her pendants, widening slightly in recognition. It took almost everything in her to control her beating heart, to control her brain trying to say that in fact that man before her was her Jason, and it wasn’t her brain playing tricks on her. 

He gently took his helmet off, revealing his crisp black hair cooly laying on his forehead. His eyes focused on the helmet, his arms extended to give it to her gently. Her eyes would leave his face, a face she had longed to see for eight excruciatingly long years. His eyes had remained the same, after all: kind and sweet. His face, however, told a story of hardships and pain, hardened by whatever he had been through all these years. She didn’t know how to feel, if she should feel betrayed he hadn't trusted her enough to say that he was alive, that he was six feet under anymore, or if she should feel elated that Jason was alive and she could finally tell him all the things she wanted to.

Her fingers brushed him slightly, as she picked up the broken helmet from his hands. His hands still felt the same, her heart noticed, picking up a beat. She looked at the crack that exposed half of his face, the electrical parts fizzling dangerously. Her eyes focused on Jason once again, her lips shut painfully. The tears that came to her eyes were inevitable, trembling fingers reaching at her robin pendant, clutching it tightly. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered.

“Don’t,” he shook his head gently, “it’s not your fault.”

She could see he wanted to touch her, but something held him back. She wouldn’t find out what until much later.  

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Aged 24, August 16th. 

Jason had promised her he would show up, and he never broke his promises. That was what she repeated to herself, late at night. She had prepared everything for his birthday, bought a present for him and baked a cake. She had said that he was supposed to appear at seven. It was well past midnight, the cake had found its way back to the fridge, the present was back in her closet, and he hadn’t showed up yet. 

A part of her kept telling her to give up, her best friend had stood her up: Jason changed fundamentally, he wasn’t the same boy he was when she met him and it was foolish to hang on to that notion; it was perfectly plausible that he had the habit of breaking promises now.  But she was well aware of that, she saw it in the tiny things how much Jason was transformed, it still didn’t change the fact that she knew he valued loyalty above all else, and that included loyalty to his words. He wouldn’t break his promise to her. 

She changed out of the cute dress she was wearing, feeling foolish and sad that she was about to give up most of the hope that he would show up. Her pyjamas welcomed her comfortably, a safe space to let the heartbreak settle on her. He won’t break his promise, she repeated mentally, he won’t. The mantra did little to soothe the growing dread inside her, the notion that maybe she didn’t know him as well as she did. That he didn’t tell her everything that day, that he didn’t trust her anymore. It hurt more than she anticipated. 

Sleep was almost consuming her when she heard a loud clang outside her bedroom. She shook awake, throwing the covers off her instinctively. Her hand grabbed the baseball bat that rested beside her bed, bringing it up and close to her. With slow steps, she approached the window. Her fear settled when she saw the familiar red helmet staring back at her, begging to let him in. She dropped the bat on the floor, opening the window. 

He got in her room awkwardly, struggling to pass his huge frame through a tiny space. She reached to help him, offering her hands. He took them, butterflies running amok on her tummy. “You’re late,” she commented, trying to mask the hurt in her voice. 

“I know,” he said, taking off his helmet and dropping it on top of her bed. “I’m sorry.”

She hummed looking at him underneath the moonlight seeping through her window. She hadn’t gotten used to how big he became, and how smaller she felt in his presence. She was by no means a small woman, but his entire being could encapsulate her with a simple hug, and not the other way around like it used to be. “Why are you late?” she moved to sit on the bed, the helmet rolling off the bed delicately. 

He looked at her, sitting down next to her gently. “I don’t know,” he answered, rubbing his hands together, his elbows resting on his thighs. 

“Why do I feel like you’re not being honest with me?” her head tilted, looking at his beautiful profile. There was a scar connecting his right temple to the corner of his upper lip, and it made him even more beautiful than he already was. He fascinated her to no end, his brain, his looks, his entire being was what made her keep going, the light on the end of her tunnel. 

His eyes trailed over her face, looking for something she guessed he wouldn’t find. “Why are you always so nice to me?”

“What do you mean, Jason,” she breathed out, confused at the inquiry. “I’m your friend, I’m supposed to be nice to you.”

“No, you’re not,” he shook his head, his hands balled into fists and his eyes closed. “You’re not supposed to be kind to me,” he got up, his back towards her.

“Stop it, Jason, you’re scaring me,” she whispered, her voice shaking a bit. 

“You’re supposed to be angry at me. I abandoned you, left you alone, and when I came back I didn’t tell you, I didn’t look for you,” he continued, trying to manipulate her emotions.

“Why are you saying these things, Jason, they’re not true,” she got up, her voice no longer shaking, determined and focused. 

“Because I don’t deserve it,” he turned to her, his eyes tortured and sad. “I don’t deserve your kindness and friendship. I’m not worthy of it.”

“Jay, I--” she started, but Jason interrupted her. 

“Don’t, please. I’m not worthy of anyone’s love,” his voice was heavy with emotion. She discovered that Jason was often ruled by two main emotions: sadness and anger. In that moment, she could only see those in him and a part of her broke.

“That’s not true, you’re worthy of mine,” her voice was so honest and raw, it caught Jason by surprise. She didn’t know what he expected out of her at that moment, maybe to give in to his spiral of bad thoughts and self flagellation, but she refused to let him believe those awful things. “Jason, you really don't know?”

He remained in silence, his eyes wide and shocked, focused on the ground. His jaw was tense and his hands balled into fists tightly. She took a hesitant step towards him, reaching for his hands. They relaxed under her touch and she threaded her fingers through his. It wasn’t hard to notice how perfectly they fit with each other, like to halves of a whole. “I’ve loved you ever since I was 14 and you marched into the boys bathroom to get my lit homework back from Mason Anderson,” she whispered, her eyes focused on his face, while his were focused on their hands together. “I’m sorry I didn’t say it before, I’m so sorry it took me so long to say it, Jay. But I can’t let you believe all those horrible things you said. Not when I love you more than anything in this world.”

He stayed silent for a couple of moments, her heart beating erratically inside her chest, fearing she had screwed up their friendship for good. In a way, it was worst to know he was out there and didn't want to speak to her because she dared to tell him about her love for him. “Please say something,” she begged him quietly. 

His eyes finally found hers, his hands breaking the link they formed. He rested his hands on her cheeks gently, and she dared say, lovingly. Her heart started beating excitedly, the fear slowly dissipating as his gaze got more intense. 

His lips brushed against hers, her eyes fluttering closed at the contact. He kissed her gently, a love delicate and fragile, just acknowledged between them both. His grip on her was firm, his thumb grazing delicately on her cheekbones. Her hands thread through his soft hair, still slightly humid from the sweat caused by the helmet. The air was charged with want, tentative kiss toeing the line between what it was and something more. 

She wished to stay like that forever. She prayed to  whatever was out there in the Universe, to allow her that happiness. To stay kissing her love tentatively in the dark for as long as she could, as long as he’d let her. 

Jason broke the kiss, his forehead resting on hers. His fingers found their way to the back of her head, cupping it softly. “I love you,” he whispered, his lips almost brushing with hers. She reached for his lips once again, like a magnet finding its match. “I love you so much,” he reassured.

They kissed once again, not intending to break apart any time soon. 

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[daydreamrry]

Some more blind items of Harry:

1. January 4th 2021

Instead of having to discuss the demise of her marriage or why she hired the abusive A- list actor in the first place before firing him, or if her ex is the baby daddy to the alliterate actress, now the A-/B+ list actress/director has a new generation of fans all by spending a couple of hours at a life event. But yes, if you would like to believe it is a couple thing, you do you.

Olivia Wilde/Shia LaBeouf/Jason Sudeikis/January Jones/Harry Styles/film "Don't Worry Darling"

2. March 4th 2021

This A- list actress/director may have taken on too much with this fake relationship thing of hers. She was wholly unprepared for this many people looking into every aspect of her life and exposing it all.

Olivia Wilde/Harry Styles

3. January 7th 2021

It isn't so much that the foreign born former A+ list boy bander is flouting the stay at home rules here in Los Angeles. It is not that he has merch he is selling for a profit which encourages people to stay at home while he is not following any of those same rules. What is disturbing is that as soon as it started trending and affecting his image, his people started shelling out big bucks to scrubbers to keep it from trending or appearing anywhere on the internet. 

Harry Styles

4. August 22nd 2021

This actress/director in a heavily publicized fake relationship has offspring. They recently performed a song about a sweet fruit at their summer camp. In the audience was dad who filmed it, and looked uncomfortable. The camp posted it to their Insta until dad complained and it was taken down.

Olivia Wilde/Harry Styles/"Watermelon Sugar"/Jason Sudeikis

THANK YOU FOR REFRESHING MY MIND BECAUSE I FORGOT ABOUT ALL OF THESE 😭😭😭

[wondersofdreaming]

Something Brewing

Characters: Henry Cavill x female reader

Word count: 1.243

Warnings: Alcohol consumption. Wet clothes. Brewing beer. Overall fluff and overload of cuteness.

Author’s note: I have been brewing a few beers during lockdown, so why not write a little something of the sort.

A big thanks goes to the angel from the heavens, @radaofrivia​, the story wouldn’t have been this good without you <3 Go read her stories here

Divider by @firefly-graphics​

I do not own any characters in this short story, except the reader who is a figment of my imagination.

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(GIF Credit to @henrycavilledits​ - find the post here)

A strong scent of warm grain was spreading through the rented house. Luckily the house was out in the English countryside, far away from the bustling city of London.

“You’re sure it has to be at 65C for over an hour, my love?” Henry asked, his face scrunching in utter concentration as he stirred the porridge looking thing in the pot.

“65 minutes to be exact,” you told him, “Keep stirring, darling. We don’t want the grains to burn at the bottom.”

“Yes madam,” he smiled, the one that made your knees weak and your heart race. You giggled at him and went to kiss his scruffy cheek. Your lips lingered a bit longer than usual, as you wanted to keep inhaling the scent that was uniquely Henry, a scent you had become addicted to ever since you started dating.

Kal was fast asleep on his doggy bed by the door. His ears were down and he was sleeping on his back with his paws in the air. That was his way of saying that he was 100% comfortable and relaxed.

The quarantine had lasted for over a month already, and you had already made a sourdough starter, baked loaves of bread, Julia Child’s cookbook and cooked all the recipes, played all the board games you had brought with you at least four times, and you had even talked Henry into playing God of War on your Playstation 4, which had taken a lot of energy, but you had continued to play the game in his presence and shown him why you loved the game. Then one day you came across a youtube video of people brewing beer at home. A week later you had received all the necessary ingredients and equipment to brew your very own beer.

“We should save a few bottles for Jason,” Henry commented, while you read the instructions once more.

“Of course, my love. To repay him for sending you 100 bottles of the beer he made with Guinness, and while you’re at it, throw in a dozen of No. 1 Rosemary water as well.”

You thought back to the day a delivery man had rung the doorbell and needed a signature for the boxes. You had thought that Henry had finally ordered the parts for the computer he wanted to build, so you didn’t open them. The delivery guy unloaded them in your kitchen after you signed the papers. Then you had waited for Henry to come home. The look on his face had been of amusement. He had laughed without pause for 10 whole minutes before he face-timed his Guinness-loving friend, to thank him for the gift and have a long chat.

The relaxed look Henry had sported after the talk with Jason was something he only showed to his closest friends and you. Whenever you visited him at work or standing backstage at an interview, he would give off an aura of concentration. He would be in work-mode. It was like a switch he could turn on and off whenever he walked out the front door. Only in the four walls of your home, he would be completely himself. The dork, the nerd, and the passionate man you knew and loved.

The timer went off, jolting you out of your trip down memory lane, and you started to pour the grain mixture into a colander on to of another pot to separate the grains from the liquid. You added 78C water until you had about 6,5 litres of grain-brew, then you brought it up to a boil, before adding the first set of hops.

Henry sniffed the hops before you dumped them into the hot liquid.

“What now?” Henry looked into the pot that was slowly starting to smell of faintly of beer. 

“Now we let it be at boiling point for 45 minutes, then we add another kind of hops for flavouring.”

“How long before we can try the finished product?” He asked and wrapped his strong arms around your torso. His lips leaving peppering kisses on your neck and shoulder.

“From what Mark told me, we… we need to let it sit in the tank for a week… then pour it into another tank with a tap and let it ferment for another week be… before we have to bottle them with a little bit of sugar so… so the yeast can make carbon dioxide, which will take approximately two weeks and then they should be ready for drinking…” you tried to tell him. You couldn’t form a coherent sentence as his lips touched your ear, his large palms caressing your sides and he pulled you closer to him.

“That is almost a month of waiting,” Henry sighed, looking a bit disappointed by the fact he had to wait so long for a taste.

“All good things come to those who wait, puppet. But maybe we can find something to do while we wait for it to ferment,” you giggled.

A slow smirk formed on his lips. He knew exactly what you were talking about, and he was looking forward to when you gave him the green light.

A month passed and you were finally going to give your homebrew a taste. The bottles had been sitting in the garage where it was dark and cool.

Henry opened one and the liquid spewed all over the kitchen, making his white T-shirt soaking wet, and you didn’t know whether to help him or roll on the floor laughing. You opted for the second option.

“Bad idea, babe,” Henry whispered while he silently tiptoed towards you. You were holding your stomach, gasping for air while you kept laughing, not noticing your beloved coming closer.

It was too late for you to move away from him, to late to save yourself from the outpouring of the rest of the beer from the bottle.

“Henry!” you squealed. Your own shirt glued to you like a second skin.

“Revenge is sweet, not what I can say about this beer,” Henry smacked his lips together, tasting the beer.

You licked your lips tasting the lingering liquid there.

“I can’t taste much, we should open another one,” you said and walked over to grab another bottle. You half-opened the beer in the sink, and it overflowed from the edge. There was beer foam all over your hands and it was slowly going down the drain. When it stopped you took a swig and handed the bottle to Henry. You spit out the mouthful you had taken and tried rinsing the awful taste.

“Yuck, that was absolutely horrendous,” you said. Henry looked a little pale but he swallowed the beer.

“We should… eh, remove this foul-tasting thing and never talk about it again,” he said. Henry turned on his heels towards the bedroom to change.

After you both had taken a shower together, as Henry’s excuse was to save water, and thrown out the remaining bottles of home-brew, you sat in the living room with your computer.

Henry sat down next to you with two cans of real Guinness. He looked over your shoulder to see what you were doing.

“What is that?”

“Our next project. We are going to make a Kal amigurumi doll.”

“You think my big hands can make something so nimble?” Henry asked perplexed, taking a look down at his impressively large hands.

“Darling, if you can paint Warhammer figurines, you can crochet your best friend.”

#Henry Cavill #This man #I need a drink #Fanfiction #My story #Something Brewing #Henry Cavill x reader #Henry Cavill x female reader #Henry x reader #Henry x female reader #henry cavill fanfic

[amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines]

song lyric prompts!

Hey! You guys know what to do! In celebration of requests opening soon, and to get me back into the flow of writing, I thought I’d do a month of lyric prompts, ending august 4th! 

So, send a number (or a few) and a person and I’ll see what I can come up with! ✨✨

Thank you for sticking with me and I am so excited to start writing for you all again. 🥰

Prompts: 

1: every time she mentions your name, she says it like a prayer (more like you: orla gartland)

2: you show up at my home, all alone with a shovel and a rose (maniac: conan gray)

3: anything you say can and will be held against you, so only say my name (just one yesterday: fall out boy)

4: i wanna sleep next to you but that's all i wanna do right now (talk me down: troye sivan)

5: i fall in love just a little bit everyday with someone new (someone new: hozier)

6: now the day bleeds into nightfall and you’re not here to get me through it all (someone you loved: lewis capaldi)

7: i always fall from your window to the pitch black streets (the kids aren’t alright: fall out boy)

8: i'm shaving with your toothpaste and trying to vacuum from the ceiling (give me a try: the wombats)

9: there'll be happiness after you, but there was happiness because of you (happiness: taylor swift)

10: cause even when she's next to me, we could not be more far apart (she: dodie)

11: things will change they always do, but my heart will stay open for you (stay open: maya hawke)

12: i know you were way too bright for me (golden: harry styles)

13: the boy you loved in spring, the way she looks at him (the key to life on earth: declan mckenna) 

14: could not care less if you love me (special girl: dodie)

15: you fell asleep in my car i drove the whole time (tear in my heart: twenty one pilots)

16: if you dance with me, darling, if you take me home. will we talk in the morning? (will we talk?: sam fender)

17: you knew it still hurts underneath my scars from when they pulled me apart (hoax: taylor swift)

18: all the people over there, they don't seem to have a care, i'm so fucking self-aware, it's exhausting (pretending: orla gartland)

19: you know the galaxies of my heart (space girl: frances forever)

20: i'm just a part of someone else's dream (cool people: alfie indra)

21: tell me that I'm alright, that i ain't gonna die (hard times: paramore)

22: you started a band, that was cool for awhile but it turned pretty bland (forest whitaker: bad books)

23: don't you know I'm no good for you? (when the party’s over: billie eilish)

24: all the silver tongued suits and cartoons that rule my world (hypersonic missiles: sam fender)

25: 'cause babe, what's yours is mine, all your drama and your trauma (zombie!: orla gartland) 

26: with so much left to do, you’ll be missing out and we’ll be missing you (missing you: all time low)

27: but if i just showed up at your party. would you have me? would you want me? (betty: taylor swift)

28: and i've cleaned enough houses to know how to cover up a scene (no body, no crime: taylor swift) 

29: the millisecond that you're away i get the loneliest feeling (give me a try: the wombats)

30: open up your eyes, shut your mouth and see (only angel: harry styles)

31: ‘cause i found a girl, who's in love with a girl, she said that she tried, but she's not into guys (i found a girl: the vamps)

32: i saw a shooting star and thought of you (all of the stars: ed sheeran)

33: but i've found my sweet escape when I'm alone with you (disconnected: 5sos)

34: late december with my heart in my chest and the clouds of my breath (roman holiday: halsey)

35: how could i have been so foolish to let you leave (lover come back: city and colour)

36: only fools fall for you (fools: troye sivan)

37: i'm the only one that has made you fall in love (the king: conan gray)

38: now which do you prefer? to be alone, to be in love or to just be worth it? i think you're worth it (strawberry sunscreen: lostboycrow)

39: it's you, you're the one that makes me feel right (me & you together song: the 1975)

40: you don't have to be scared, babe. you don't need a plan of what you wanna do (listen to the man: george ezra)

41: you won't ever be alone, wait for me to come home (photograph: ed sheeran)

42: have i known you 20 seconds or 20 years? (lover: taylor swift)

43: looked like how i feel 'bout your lips (space girl: frances forever)

44: give me a minute to hold my girl (hold my girl: george ezra)

45: i know i'm the one you want to forget (miss missing you: fall out boy)

46: the darkest night never felt so bright with you by my side (outer space/carry on: 5sos)

47: just let me cry a little bit longer (rose-coloured boy: paramore)

48: you felt it once before i know you did (backseat serenade: all time low)

49: don’t you know that you are golden (golden: the vamps)

50: and i might never be the one who brings you flowers but i can be the one tonight (perfect: one direction)

People I write for:

Stranger Things:

- Steve

- Robin

- Nancy

- Jonathan

Riverdale:

- Sweet Pea

- Fangs

- Toni

- Cheryl

- Veronica

- Reggie

- Josie

- Kevin

- Archie

- Betty

- Jughead

- FP

- Jason

The End of The F***ing World:

- James

- Alyssa

5sos:

- Calum

- Luke

- Ashton

- Michael

Sex Education:

- Otis

- Eric

- Maeve

- Adam

- Jackson

- Aimee

- Lily

- Orla

Killing Eve: 

- Villanelle 

- Eve 

Prodigal Son: 

- Malcolm 

- Dani 

- Ainsley 

- JT 

- Jessica 

- Dr Edrisa 

- Dr Martin 

- Gil

WandaVision: 

- Wanda 

- Vision 

- Darcy 

- Jimmy 

- Monica 

And if you have any suggestions of who I could write for, send them in! 

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#riverdale #riverdale imagine #stranger things #stranger things imagine #the end of the f***ing world #the end of the f***ing world imagine #teotfw #teotfw imagine #5sos #5sos imagine #sex education #sex education imagine #killing eve #killing eve imagine #prodigal son #prodigal son imagine #wandavision #wandavision imagine #sweet pea x reader #steve harrington x reader