#when i tell u i lost my MIND at Jason

[hanasnx]

MINORS DNI 18+ NOTES: the picture on the right is michal mrazik who i edited to look like jason so i’d appreciate it if u didn’t use it. WARNINGS: f!reader | dom!jason | daddy kink | size difference | sexual content | objectification | degradation.

Something about DADDY!JASON TODD just makes you wanna sit in his lap and babble while he basically ignores you until he registers you as a hole to fuck. You're yapping to him and he's pinching the hem of your skirt to lift it for a peek.

"Uh-huh," he replies absentmindedly, complete devoid of care to hear whatever you're talking his ear off about. He tucks his hands under your arms to pick you up and readjust you so you're straddling him, you still haven't taken a breath. "Yeah," he tells you, poorly feigned interest, and you eat it up, adding to your enthusiasm. You don't even notice how you stand on your knees over him, and he's keeping his eyes on his crotch. Tonguing his lower lip, he shifts his hips forward, and the sound of his belt unbuckling alerts you.

Innocently quizzical, you ask, "Daddy, what are you doing?"

He has yet to meet your gaze, giving you one shake of his head, a clear indicator to pay him no mind. "Nothing, princess, keep talking." A subtle crease in his brow forms, and a soft expel of air from his pursed lips sound as he tugs down his waistband. You do as he asks, and continue on with your little monologue complete with endearing anecdotes lost on your audience because he's too busy roughly handling you. Yanking you closer to him, you're used to it and undeterred. Your skirt fans out around his crotch, and his massive hand on your thigh draws you forward as he cranes his neck to peer over you. He fists his cock, now free and standing at attention.

He lines it up, and he locks eyes with you while you're still talking. The reward of his eye contact shoots you up with an impulse to engage him, "Can you believe that?" Mistaking his attention for interest. There's a little curl to his lips because as endearing as your mistake is, the only reason he's holding your gaze is to see your eyes light up when his swollen tip starts clumsily thumbing your cunt. You gasp at the sensation, you're not allowed to wear panties around him for this very reason: to stay accessible. You shouldn't be surprised, but the pleasant sensation of how it nudges you makes you freeze to let it roam.

Jason rolls his tongue between his lips, a sense of pride blooming in his chest and on his expression as he squeezes your thigh in affirmation. Painfully, his brutish head bats against your clit, and he controls your squirming with a harsh hand on your arm at the crook of your elbow. Once you get it through your head he wants you still, he flips up your skirt so he can glance down, tilting his head to see yours and his parts playing with each other. He admires it, biting down on the skin past his lip. Only then does he recognize you've quieted. "What's wrong, babygirl, why'd you stop?"

“It... hurts, Jay."

“D'aw, won’t hurt forever.” he says in an upbeat manner, encouraging you to push through it. It barely constitutes as fake sympathy as he raises his hips to sink further in you and you wince, a little whimper emitting. As he hollows you out, a wetter sound each time he pulls out and plunges a few inches in, your eyes squeeze shut. A huge hand cups the back of your neck, commanding your attention with a sore pinch. He looks into your gaze again, carefully and deliberately choosing when to do it, like he's choosing when to make you feel like a human instead of a sex object. “Where’s my brave girl, huh? Can you be brave for me?” winded from effort, he's husky voice sends a shiver down your spine. Eager to please him, you give him a little pitiful nod, and he bucks his hips again. “So fucking tight, baby. How old are you again? Swear I took your virginity already.” He’s fucking with you. He’s fucked you every which way to Sunday but you still stupidly play along.

"You did, Jay, you did!" you insist, and he's more than halfway in now.

"Yeah? I did, didn't I? Only 'cause you do dumb shit like this. Isn't that right?" With every thrust, a grunt spills from his nose, and you resist the urge to grind down on him and introduce yourself to too much.

"I don't mean to, daddy, m'sorry." you weep, eyes downcast as he fucks up into you. He finally sheathes, and you cry out, clutching onto his arms to brace.

"Running your little mouth in a skirt like this, bare pussy sittin' on me. The fuck is up with that? Sex dolls can't speak."

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[krashoutluv]

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

HEHEHEHE THANK YOU ANON!! I GOTT YOUUU

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Bad night?”

“Mhm. Something like that.”

“Need anything?” He already got it.

“No.”

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

i love him☹️

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[aezuria]

Hear me out.. happy Golden Retriever bf x broody black Cat gf, but it's Jason Grace x daughter of hades reader 👀👀

*ੈ✎ light of my life, where are you?

content: jason grace x daughter of hades! reader

╰┈▸ warnings: none (until the ending oopsie)

librarian's annotations: IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG ANON AND JUST SKIP THE ENDING IF U DONT WANT ANGST

maybe it was your gloomy disposition, or the fact that you were a daughter of hades, either way, most people avoided you like the plague. you didn't mind it all too much—you were usually one for solitude.

that was until you met jason grace. you disliked him from the start. dislike, not hate, because you couldn't bear to hate the person who always stuck up for your brother. but he was too bright, too overbearing for you. very much not your style.

(that's what they all say at the start)

he was just too good to be true! how could he be all these things everyone claimed him to be? they just had to be exaggerating.

but when he flashed his dazzling smile and tender gaze, you knew that all the rumors were true. even so, you pried your eyes away from him. you would not be wooed by a roman so easily!

jason did not make it easy for you. he followed you around camp like a lost puppy. he tried to be subtle, but his tall form wasn't exactly hard to spot. you went to your cabin? he followed you to the door, claiming he wanted to see nico. you went to the training grounds? he picked up a lance and started examining it a little too hard. when you finally confronted him about it, he just laughed sheepishly and scratched the back of his head, saying, "i was trying to work up the courage to ask you to be friends."

how were you supposed to not like him after that?

despite your lack of romantic endeavors, you were sure that friends didn't do what jason did. he opened the door for you, made sure you ate proper meals—and sure, those acts were pretty "just friends" level. but he also tied your shoes, put flowers in your hair, and hugged you so warmly whenever you were feeling especially down. you felt the unmistakable flutter in your heart whenever he did those things, instead of your initial distaste for him.

your confusion was answered the next evening. you swore nico had muttered something about jason being the only guy (besides him) he'd trust with you, right before telling you to go into the woods. "there's a surprise there," he had explained. "just trust me, okay?"

the sun was starting to set, its rays darting between the leaves and casting a soft glow on the grass. "go to the woods... can he be any more specific?" you muttered, before you caught a familiar head of blond hair in the corner of your eye. you turned and walked towards him, brushing away the branches as you did so.

"y/n!" jason beamed as he caught sight of you entering the clearing. he straightened up and messed with something behind his back. he shifted his feet and pulled out a bouquet, offering it to you shyly. "i asked the dryads what your favorites were. do you like them? did i organize them properly? are these actually not your favorites and they were just lying to me-"

"jason." you cut him off and smiled, taking the bouquet and smelling the freshly picked flowers. "i love them, thank you."

he swore his heart stopped. your smile was the most gorgeous sight he's ever seen. you were like an angel; why was it that no one thought to make you smile more often? he met your content expression with a wide beam of his own.

"really? i'm glad!" jason sighed in relief, before clearing his throat. "um," his voice cracked, face flushing red at that. "i wanted to ask if i could be your boyfriend? i just, you're so sweet and strong, and pretty... anyone would be lucky to be yours. but, i want to be that lucky guy, if you'll let me?" he looked into your eyes so earnestly, there was no other answer but yes.

"you know i love you, right?" jason whispered into your hair. your warmth brought him comfort in his otherwise cold cabin, empty and unfeeling, just like his father's attitude to him.

"uh huh. and i love you too." you mumbled sleepily into his chest. "but do you have to go?"

he laughed softly. "yes, i do." jason combed through your hair, silk between his fingertips. "i'll be back before you know it."

"do you ever think that we don't deserve this?" you whispered, eyes already shut as sleep slowly overtook you. "that we shouldn't have to fight someone else's battles?"

"yeah." jason rested his chin on the top of your head and squeezed you tighter. "sometimes i think that too."

shadows pried your eyes open, then slipped around your heart and squeezed. he was gone. you could feel it. you knew and yet you hoped and prayed that you were wrong. he was supposed to come home later, right? he would.

but the darkness settled in your stomach and weighed you down until morning.

and so you waited and waited, for nico's familiar shadow, or a chariot riding from the sky. what came was the former. you felt the comforting coldness of your brother's appearance, but jason's warmness was nowhere to be held. nico's dark eyes were rimmed with barely kept tears, his shoulders trembling with silent sobs.

"he's gone." your brother's voice was as dead as jason, as final as his last breath.

never had you begged and pleaded to your father so much; never had you needed to. never had you imagined a life without the sun, your sun. never had the ghost of your soul escaped in a pitiful shriek of agony, or became one with the dirt as salty tears.

and you knew, just as you knew death, that a part of you had died with him.

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[makethatelevenrings]

Sweet Surrender // J. Todd x gn!reader

Requested? Yes!

Warnings: mention of razors used for shaving and shaving only!!!! but still be safe out there bbies. i love u!!!!

Summary: A soft morning with Jason brings confessions to light.

A/N: in honor of Jane Austen’s birthday being yesterday. thanks for making the OG enemies to lovers, queen.

Instead of your usual morning wakeup that was your neighbor screeching down the hall and her little demons banging on all of the doors, you came back to the land of the living gently, as though you were being carried down a stream. The lights were still off in the bedroom, but you cracked your eyes open and spied a sliver of golden warmth oozing out from under the bathroom door.

The faucet shut off and he tapped his toothbrush twice on the counter before it clanged against the side of the chipped mug he kept it in. Yours stood proudly beside it, bristles still damp from when you used it last night.

A chill bit at your nose and while you wanted to stay in his warm bed, pressed between the thick duvet and the flannel sheets he loved so dearly, you knew you needed to get up and start your day. His shirt hung across your frame and draped along your skin, leaving your lower legs exposed to the chilly winter air. You stumbled across the floor and knocked twice on the bathroom door.

Jason cracked the door open slightly and raised an eyebrow in a silent question. You grinned up at him and nudged your foot against the wooden door and he relented easily.

“Good morning,” you greeted.

“Morning,” His minty breath washed over your cheek as he brushed a kiss to your temple and pulled you into his side. Jason was a space heater thanks to the fact that he was a tank built purely of muscle. You nuzzled your face against his bare chest and pressed a kiss to a scar on his pec, just a few inches to the right of his heart. One of his large hands came up to cradle the back of your head and he lowered his chin to rest against your forehead. You snickered and he pulled back, eyeing you in confusion.

“Tickles,” you explained, your hand coming up to cup his cheek. A five o’clock shadow lined his jaw, making his kisses prickly and rough. A small smile flickered across his lips and he sighed.

“I was gonna shave before I was rudely interrupted,” he explained. You shook your head and turned around so you were facing the sink.

“Let me brush my hair and my teeth and then you can shave, okay?”

If it was anyone else in the world disrupting his routine, he would probably shove them out of the way and tell them to get lost. But he didn’t mind when it was you because you were practically a part of his routine already. He found himself missing you when you stayed at your own place. Sure, he would swing by to make sure you were okay, but not having you pressed against him always left him feeling empty.

Jason couldn’t tell you when it changed. The thing between the two of you had started as just a messy, friends with benefits thing. But then booty calls became late night visits to overnight stays to brunch in the morning and dates and then he was calling you his partner and now his chest felt tight when he wasn’t near you.

As you brushed your teeth, he stood behind you and peppered kisses along your shoulder. You rolled your eyes at his gentle affection and washed your mouth out before placing your toothbrush next to his. You turned to face him and hopped up on the counter, grinning at him.

“I want to watch you,” you admitted shyly. His handsome features softened and he settled his hands on your waist. He ducked his head down and captured your lips in a sweet kiss.

“Alright, sweets,” he murmured once he pulled back. “Can you hand me the cream?”

Jason splashed some water on his face, carefully maneuvering around you, and then added some shaving cream to cover his jaw. He paused and then held out his hands to you. You quickly caught onto his meaning and scooped the cream out of his palm so you could rub it onto his skin. He watched the way your brow furrowed and lips puckered in concentration. You made sure every part of his jaw was covered before you sat back with a proud smile.

Jason guided your hands under the faucet and then dried them with a hand towel that he then tossed onto his shoulder. He flipped open his straight razor and slid it along his jaw, leaving a clean patch of smooth skin behind. You watched in silent wonder at how he made such a simple task look so…hot.

He was competent in so many different things, but it still surprised you to see the steady, smooth way he moved in life. Jason was a larger than life figure, literally, but he still moved as though you were glass that he could break. You knew he used knives on the daily, but it was fascinating watching him actually work with a blade.

“Do you want to try?” His question broke you out of your reverie and you shrugged. Jason passed you the handle of the razor and he turned his cheek to the side, giving you enough untouched space to practice.

Your hands shook slightly but you steadied them as you began to raise the blade towards his cheek. His teal eyes watched you carefully, warmly, gently. For the Red Hood, a blade close to his neck meant an enemy was too close.

For Jason, it was placing his entire trust into you.

The blade moved over his skin, leaving a small patch of shaving cream behind, but you successfully left smooth skin behind with no nicks. You let out the breath you were holding and then immediately handed the razor back to him.

“I’d rather watch,” you admitted. He chuckled and finished quickly before wiping off the remainder of the cream with the towel on his shoulder. After patting on some aftershave, the tangy scent reminding you of all the mornings you kissed him under his jaw while the two of you cooked breakfast, Jason stopped you from hopping off the counter by grasping your hips.

He studied you with that analytical gaze of his, every bit of a detective as his father and siblings. You blinked up at him, knowing that the gears were turning in his head.

“What is it?” you asked.

“Just this old Jane Austen quote. It’s stupid.” He started to step back but you grabbed his hand and pulled him close again. You twined your arms around his neck and let out a pleased hum.

“Not stupid to me. C’mon, it’s okay.”

“If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more,” he whispered, his eyes falling shut at the admission. He waited for the rejection. The anger. He stepped back from you, giving you space to leave, but he didn’t hear you slip out the door and walk out of his life forever.

Instead, your soft hand landed on his chest, right on top of his heart, and you gave him the sweetest gift a man could ever receive.

“The very first moment I beheld you, my heart was irrevocably gone.”

In the tiny cramped bathroom of his Bowery apartment, bathed in the warm light of the two fading light bulbs above the cracked mirror and sagging sink, a man who knew death all too well learned of sweet surrender and release in being in your arms.

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[002yb]

I think Jason has a little obsession with Dick's smell, I mean, it's canon Dick smells really good and people can recognize him by smell

My boy Jay is just there, hugging every pillow with his boyfriend scent, trying to memorize his perfume, blushing when the smell makes him remember something that happened last night

Okay but what if it's Jason smelling like Dick that gives away their secret relationship ahhhhhahahaha. No one can really say anything though because they don't want to be the creep that recognizes someone by scent (it's just something they noticed in passing and continued noticing because Dick smells nice and it's distinctive, they swear).

But oh, back up. Lets say Dick is in Blud fulltime. So there's a commute for the booty call. Either Dick will stay over with Jason (and Jason will smell faintly of Dick) or he'll be the one going to Blud (in which case the lingering scent is stronger).

Only in this situation, Bruce can't figure it out. The smell would be familiar, he just can't place why because Dick isn't over very often. When he is - it's as Nightwing and they all make sure to not have any discernible scents to them.

So Bruce is just haunted by this knowing something but not remembering it fully. So he would sit and stew and be broody over it. And Tim, bless him. It's getting in the way of Bruce's productivity so he checks in on what's up. To which Bruce is just like, 'Recently Jason (my darling bb boy) smells different from usual.' And Tim is l: because why the fuck did he ask, okay. And Bruce explains how it's familiar, but it's not Jason and - oh, god. The realization that his darling boy is sleeping with someone that Bruce knows well would be gutting.

Meanwhile Tim, knowing full well that it's Dick giving Jason the d, plays dumb like no tomorrow. No involvement. Just judgment because really, sniffing out J's boytoy? That's over-the-top dramatic even for Bruce.

But Bruce wouldn't be deterred because that's a good idea, Tim ('it was a warning that this is w e i r d, Bruce'), thank you.

And then Bruce promptly goes about trying to discreetly smell all his colleagues and associates - even some of his adversaries which is dangerous, but the hazards are worth it because Bruce needs to know who's screwing his boy.

Of course Jason picks up on Bruce having lost his mind. Or maybe Tim complains to him about it because it's a lot (even if Tim wouldn't be above doing it -- even if he had done it when he first recognized the smell, himself LOL).

'It's Dick.' Jason tells him, point blank.

'Yes, I'm aware of your proclivities.' Bruce would tell him, nonplussed by the inferred crassness. Just. World's greatest detective extraordinaire. Meanwhile Tim would be in the background, embarrassed for his mentor because wow, Bruce.

Needless to say this goes on for a while. Perhaps indefinitely. At least until Dick comes around the manor as himself. At which point Bruce would surprise pikachu meme face in that stoic Bruce way.

Also, I recognize that I went on a tangent of Bruce being an embarrassing dad hahahaha. As far as dickjay content goes, what you wrote is so cute though. 10/10!! Thank you for such a cute submission, anon. Jason curling up around something that smells like Dick in Dick's absence is so sweet. ;U;

#dickjay #jaydick

[dameronology]

I’ve been dying for a pov where fem!reader is the one that dives in the lake and gets attacked but the demo bats and Eddie being the protective boyfriend he would be would immediately jump in and save you then panic when he sees what they did to you 🫶

oh my goshhh yes the angst (also apologies for how long this took me to write work has been kicking my butt)

once again i went off on an absolute tangent w this lmao i kinda delved into the stuff a little before batgate too hope u don't mind i just LIVE for protective eddie ngl

warnings: language, mentions of injury

eddie munson, as he has proclaimed several times, tends to run from things. he ran from most of his homework in 1984 hence why he's now a super senior; he ran from jason carver in the eighth grade when he stole his animal crackers and he ran, rather ironically, from the gym teacher last week when she chased him from underneath the bleachers with a half-smoked blunt in his hand

he even tried to run from his feelings for you at first. it was mostly fear because you're golden as fuck and the best thing that ever happened to him and honestly he was just scared of hurting you

but this is eddie munson we're talking about, who regularly trips over his own fuckin shoe laces. even in a metaphorical sense, because whilst sprinting from said feelings he skidded and fell on his ass for you and realised that actually, letting himself fall in love with you wasn't the worst thing in the world

that was two years ago & now you're eddie's entire fucking heart. he might feel a bit lost about the future sometimes but he knows it's gonna be ok when you're by his side

getting tangled up in all the upside down shit was beyond what either of you could have ever imagined; honestly his reaction at first was to run, but he knew as you & the others came after him, he didn't have to anymore

you stayed with him at reefer rick's from the second you found him; half because he was a wreck and needed you there, but also because people are dying left, right and center, and he is hellbent on keeping an eye on you

eddie is glued to your hip the entire time. he's clingy at the best of times but now, he won't sleep without both his arms wrapped tightly around you and he wakes up periodically in the night to check on you

and despite the fact he's arguably more traumatised by this entire thing, eddie is constantly asking if you're ok; asking about how you're doing with recent revelations and putting on a brave face to hide his own worries

everything becomes a lot more real when you have to go out with steve, robin & nancy to find the gate. you're both kind of involved now, right? and you're deadset on proving ed's innocence so you're gonna find this fucking monster

eddie doesn't like the idea of you coming with them and getting hurt. he likes the idea of leaving you on shore even less. sometimes you gotta pick the lesser of two evils

it's like you were gonna listen to him anyways. eddie has never been able to tell you what to do

so you get in the boat with them; eddie takes the seat beside you, large hand protectively spread out on your thigh and dark eyes scouring the water ahead of you for any danger

when the compass starts going wonky with a capital "aah!" you're kinda over the whole thing and before anyone can stop you, you've lost your shoes and jacket and you're jumping in the lake

you're too quick for anyone to stop you

eddie is less then pleased when you resurface a few minutes later, announcing that you've found the gate

"why would you do that?! are you fucking insane?! why?!"

before you can argue, you're being dragged back under

even though eddie had said before that he was only brave when it came to d&d, he's diving in right after you. shoes on, jacket on, he doesn't give a shit

an unambiguous sign of true love indeed

he goes down and down after you, not really caring if the other three follow you (they do btw once they all have a moment of "what a chaotic couple")

eddie is basically kicking his way through the gate, blindly beating the shit out of every demobat he's seeing

because like HELL are they gonna get away with hurting you

he's blinded by pure, white rage really. also a little bit of fear, but that just manifests itself in said rage

eventually, when you're finally free of the bats' grip on you, eddie is on his knees by your side, one large hand holding your head and the other checking your pulse

"please tell me you're alive. jesus christ, please say you're alive because if you're not i'm going to-"

"- i'm alive!" you manage to cough out, "just about"

he's taking you in his arms in seconds, pulling you gently into his chest and holding you there, calling you a dumbass and a fucking idiot but one that he loves so fucking much it hurts me right now

robin & steve take a step back for a moment, but nancy - being nancy - is proactive, tearing up her jumper and wrapping it around the wound on your side

eddie sheds his leather jacket, wrapping it tightly around your shoulders

the entire time that you're walking through the upside down, he's got an arm around your waist and one hand holding where your cut is in order to keep pressure on it

and he lets you ride the back of his bike !! no way in hell is he making you cycle in your condition

whilst the other three are communicating with dustin & erica, eddie is ransacking the upside edition™️ of his trailer for any medical supplies

of course there are none but it's sweet that he tries

he insists on going through the gate first so that you don't have to just land straight on the mattress

even though he falls flat on his ass, he manages to catch you

eddie munson will always be there to catch you

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[frownyalfred]

I just got done re-reading "a coral room" and I loooove the scenes with little jason 🥹!! I was wondering what a resurrected jason would look like in this universe? do u think he would have presented omega like bruce was hoping or would he be an alpha growing at clark, protecting his omega mom XD I would love to hear if you had any thoughts ❤️❤️

Ahh thank you so much for asking, anon! I actually have a lot of thoughts/outlines planned out for a potential sequel that I just haven't gotten around to writing yet.

Spoilers below for folks who don't want to know in case I ever write it:

I always anticipated Jason coming back with help from Talia/the Pit. He's a full grown man now trying very hard to be an alpha. He's got the pheromones, the build, the instincts, but it all sort of seems...contrived?

In my mind, Talia convinced Jason when she brought him back that being an omega (what he was on track to present as) made him weak and that's what got him killed. I imagine she also told him that Bruce needed his protection too, as an omega, and that he lost Jason because he wasn't strong enough (read: alpha enough) to protect him from the Joker.

So Jason comes back, on some sort of alpha cocktail from Talia. His instincts tell him to go to Gotham to protect Bruce, but the cocktail makes him unstable. He challenges Bruce for failing to protect him -- for failing to protect a pup -- and basically loses his semi-alpha mind when he sees Bruce with Clark.

But the longer he stays around Bruce, the more his instincts revert despite the alpha cocktail. Because he is an omega, pit or no pit. And Bruce, Alfred, even Clark at a certain point -- they're his packmates.

And so, he presents omega in some horrible, fever-driven process that Bruce tries his best to oversee without breaking down. Jason's hurting and yelling at him and wishing he was an alpha and didn't have to go through this (again) and it's just...almost too much for him.

Did I mention I planned for Bruce to be pregnant with Clark's kids at this time? So Jason likely says some horrible things to him about it before he loses the whole "I'm an alpha and you failed me by being a weak omega" shtick.

Basically lots of sadness and flashbacks as they try to find a new center. I really want to write this, I just don't know if I'm brave enough. LMAO.

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i love your meta commentary so much, so when i saw that you posted 'paint it over' i RAN to it and ajgwoeiawog it's so gooddddd T.T

i was just wondering what ur favorite draft of paint it over that didn't make it to the final cut is? also, what do you think will happen to the characters in the future?

this is a glowing review, thank you so much for your kind words!

one scene that i had a rough draft of & decided to scrap pretty much last moment was a conversation between dick & alfred after dick watched the cowl recording. dick asks alfred how he can allow this situation to go on and alfred replies "and what is there to do? anything that could be done should have been done years ago." these words were to refer to bruce & jay's overly codependent relationship in jay's robin days – which lead to jay lacking any support system besides batman. in my mind that isolation is one of the main reasons for which both aditf & jason's return goes the way it does, as his only point of reference and safety in life was bruce, who he now lost. and in paint it over they are simulating that sort of parent-child relationship again, except if it was an issue when jay was 11-15, it's straight-up horror after all that happened later on.

i got rid of this scene mainly because i realised alfred's words could be misinterpreted in a thousand ways and it's a difficult piece to read as it is. i also felt like it would be too much and i love me some silence and empty spaces in my writing. so i briefly replaced it with alfred simply passing next to dick & jason as they were leaving and letting them go in silence – but it did not fit in the scene well, so in the end alfred barely appears at all.

as for the continuation... actually, the first snippet i wrote for this work didn't make the final cut since it would take place right after what i decided to be the ending! jay starts asking questions which leads them to argue as jason obviously does not want to leave home for "no reason" (dick insists bruce hurting him is very much a reason. "it was an accident," jason says. "damn it, jay! you may trip or slip, that's what an accident is. not slitting your son's throat!"). the whole drive is very fun as jay also tests the door handles, because dick is "unreasonable" and jason is "going back."

i think the aftermath of it all would very much be a "it gets worse before it gets better" fix-it... dick gets to see what bruce meant when he said that the first week was difficult, because jason reverts to trying to rip his injury anew. he also attempts to blackmail dick with self-harm to be able to speak to bruce ("yeah buddy this is exactly why we're not doing it," is dick's general response.) dick also does not have a guilt complex that prevents him from forcing jason into doctor's appointments like bruce did, so jason slowly gets better. and when i say slowly, i mean it. there's a lot to it, like road trips, and going back to the crime alley, and jason talking to people outside of his immediate circle, and unexpected team ups, and dick going through like twenty breakdowns on his own in that time.

bruce doesn't argue with dick's decision much, because, again: he is aware of his fault. he also agrees to work on himself meanwhile. he does want updates on jay though, which dick begrudgingly agrees to do (although in a limited capacity.)

there's at least one person who tells dick that maybe he should just let his brother go back to the manor and that whatever is wrong with his family is not his responsibility. this, of course, does not happen.

at some point jay & bruce do get to start talking again. but first, they need to properly grieve what they lost on both sides and grow as people independently from each other. and when they meet again, they are not the same people they were, and they never will, but there's peace in that.

or at least this is how i imagine it would go-- but things usually change as i write, so who knows, maybe if i was to actually try to follow up with a sequel, it would go in a different direction altogether... and i did intentionally leave it with an open ending, so whatever your idea as a reader is about the future – it's right too! (and i would love to hear about it)

#thank you sm:)! made my day #outbox #yutro writes

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struggling to phrase this concisely but do u have any thoughts on how stephanie and cassandra would relate or struggle to relate to jason given that his death was held over both of their heads and the timing of his return to gotham being RIGHT after steph’s death in war games… i just think it’s such an underutilized dynamic and there’s a lot of interesting stuff there bc i think cass would find jason infuriating whereas steph would find him unnervingly relatable and similar to her… add in the context of jason’s relationships to dick babs and tim (or lack thereof) and i just think there’s a lot of much more interesting storylines and conflicts than the half redeemed uncommitted to anything jason we have now where most of the batfam is like simultaneously disdainful of and indifferent to jason’s presence/choices

disclaimer: i'm moving blogs. still here to go through my askbox, but you will find me at @boyfridged from now on.

i’m sorry but I think this might be a mad disappointing answer… (which is why i’m very curious how you see it! maybe there’s some interesting angle that i am missing – please do tell!)

i think it all depends on what moment in the timeline we are thinking about for jason. utrh doesn't offer much space for anyone other than bruce and jay to interact, and i believe this (and lost days) is the only time when he is truly committed to any particular moral 'code' or a specific cause (like 'controlling crime'). even in comics in which jay is portrayed as a villain, he doesn't really... do anything other than displaying severe mental illness symptoms? no more crime empire, no more fixed agenda, just dogmatic murder and wandering around in some maladaptive state. but since you mentioned that in most scenarios he is “half-redeemed”, i will go with what i think is going on with jay post-utrh: he's not truly committed, but he's also not rehabilitated; nowhere near to it, even. 

now, the question that i always ask myself in terms of what dynamics can arise for characters is what both of them can get out of this relationship (on a meta level). 

which kinda leads me to perhaps a very underwhelming assumption that jay is just such a mess in that period that it's difficult to imagine scenarios where characters like steph or cass actually gain anything from sharing the narrative with him. it's a bit ironic in a sense that jay could get plenty out of it in terms of his storyline: cass' very presence poses a threat to his already very wobbly philosophy, and it would probably unnerve him because of how her personality reflects his own innate compassion. steph, on the other hand, is like a still frame of his worst time as robin, right before his death. (and by *the worst* I mean his emotional turmoil and issues in relationship with bruce rather than an assessment of his skills or even morals), which i think would also terrify him. as such, i reckon he would actually avoid both of them. in terms of cass, I don’t think she would necessarily want to interact with him either, mostly because while *ordinarily* she would fight anyone of his views, and she for sure wouldn't have much sympathy for him, she would be able to see that his philosophy is a result of immense trauma. we could conceive circumstances in which they are forced to work together, and as i once mentioned, if we put them in a box and shook hard enough, a conflict would definitely arise. but at the end of the day, does cass get anything out of it in terms of her own development? at this point she is (for the better part) way past the internal conflicts that jay experiences; she is simply more mature. 

as for steph, i could see steph seeking him out if the comparison to the ‘failed robin’ was fresh in her mind. but I think, to an extent, she would be disappointed – because while they do share a lot of characteristics and background, he is reckless only as much as he is suicidal. it’s definitely not his typical trait and as a child, he never had the same issues with bruce until the very end (starlin’s run). i'm not saying there's no room to still bond over certain things – but jay's self-isolating tendencies definitely would not help here at all. and i think if steph realised how big of a mistmatch there is between all of stories she was fed and his past + current attitude, she would maybe pity him.

so tldr it’s very difficult for me to imagine any particular dynamics nor stories for them within that timeframe. i don't think it's the case for *all* characters btw – i think people who knew him before (dick, donna, perhaps leslie or dana if we want to go in the direction of civilians), people who don't even know who he is and don't really care (kyle), or parental figures/older gen (talia or even some jl members) generally have a better set up to get involved with jay in meaningful ways (for both sides involved.)

but when it comes to characters around his age who only heard of him in a context of his death, it's simply... sad, especially that he *is* still a walking tragedy at this point.

now, on the other hand… the lost days? here, there is some grand potential for cass & jay or even jay & steph content. but that’s a topic for a whole another post.

#i'm sorry that i don't have a more interesting answer... i'm really really curious what possibilities you have in mind though! #replying to this ask very late despite knowing exactly what i want to say #sponsored by tumblr crashing and not even saving a draft. (which made me so annoyed that i have not opened the inbox for the next week) #dc comics

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Blackmailed Love Affair - Robin Buckley (One-Shot)

Summary: Y/n and Robin used to be childhood best friends up until Y/n began dating Jason Carver out of the blue. Robin couldn't understand why her best friend would just ditch her for popularity and begin to bully her. But a chance encounter in the girl's bathroom finally revealed the truth behind the secrets both girls shared.

Pairing: Robin Buckley x Ex BFF!Reader

W.A.C Winner: @pastelbabygirl19

Auth.Note: Thank you so much for the patience on this one! I hope you enjoy reading, lovelies! A little bit of a different POV this time around per the request of my lovely winner!

Written in Robin's POV

She was insufferable. Someone who I just couldn't fucking stand. She could be crass, rude, and downright evil when she wanted to be. But she wasn't always like that. She used to be such an amazing girl to hang out with. Always so helpful, so sweet, and the most reliable person you could ever ask to be around. If someone was in trouble. She would be the one to take the fall to help them. She was that kind of girl. The problem was, she wasn't like that anymore. Not since that day that Jason Carver decided that she was his Hawkins Queen. I never knew what she saw in him. Sometimes, I'd like to think that she wasn't into him at all; just the way her eyes would always gloss over when he went into a rant or speel of whatever was on his mind that day. Or whenever her gaze would automatically drift around the room as if searching for someone. I'd like to think that perhaps she and Jason were meant to be just because I wanted her to be happy. I was selfish because she used to be my best friend. She used to be the best fucking thing in my life; the reason I woke up in the morning. But now, she was my walking nightmare. I fucking hated her. But god did I love the fuck out of her. Y/n knew all about the fact that I was gay. She was the first person I had ever told when I accepted the fact that I liked girls instead of guys. She didn't judge me as I thought considering this time in age same-sex love was the most taboo thing besides murder. But she didn't judge because she confessed that she liked girls too. But she liked boys too which of course I was okay with. Back then I didn't mind. But now, the longer I watch from afar at how she laughs at whatever stupid shit her cronies said and the way she'd lean up under Jason's arm all I wanted was to scream in her face and call her a little liar.

She was a little liar. A liar because she promised me she'd never abandon me. She promised we'd always be friends and that she'd always love me. But here she was standing on the entirely different side of the spectrum of Hawkins High. I hated it so fucking much. Not because I lost my best friend. But because she damn well knew I loved the hell out of her. I'd always loved her; she was the reason I turned gay. She was the first person who I had ever experienced true love with; she was the first girl who gave me a chance to fool around with. We never actually went to bed together but we'd kissed before; it never had changed our relationship between us because she never wanted to go further than some kisses. She never gave me the chance to tell her that I loved her more than just friends with benefits if you even care to call it that before she did a 180 and got turned to the dark side. She didn't mean to bully me. I'd like to think that at least. The way she'd be so mean to me, bully me in all kinds of ways but never physically harm me. But whatever she'd throw at me, whatever she'd dump on me, no matter what cruel and mean words she'd say to me. I knew she regretted it by the way her evil little smile would dim and her eyes would plead for me to forgive her. The regret inside of those e/c orbs would always dig that thorn into my heart a little bit more.

Steve had been there for me along the way. I never thought that I'd ever be friends with Steve Harrington. The former king of Hawkins High. But he'd been there for me when Y/n started bullying me. Funny how he used to do the very same thing to other people before he'd changed his ways and unknowingly given the crown to Jason Carver; the basketball captain of Hawkins High. Now, instead, he was the one who'd replaced the hole in my heart that my best friend no longer occupied. He was the one who even right now as we sat on the hood of his car during lunch period was the one who was trying his best to switch my mood. Trying to shoo away the dark gloom of a thunder cloud that seemed to make residence over my head the instant Y/n walked outside to Jason's car.

"They know we can see them right?" I grumbled glaring across the lot a few cars down to where he and I could clearly see Jason and Y/n in the front seat of his vehicle making out as if the world was going to end. "If they start fucking I swear to god Steve I'm going to throw my food on Carver's car."

"Hey, Robin calm down." Steve's hand rested on my shoulder as he looked uncertainly over at the making-out couple.

"She knows what she's fucking doing Steve! She fucking knows! And she knows it'll piss me off!" I clutch my sandwich so hard in my hands it crumbled dropping some of the items onto my lap.

"You can't do anything about it Rob. You guys were never together…you fooled around but that doesn't mean that you have a right to her." my glare made him raise his hands in the air defensively. "I'm just trying to tell you how it is. I know you love her but damn either tell her or leave her the fuck alone. You can't pine after her across the room all the time and be pissed off when you have the power to do something about it."

I looked away from him to glare angrily at my sandwich before crumbling it up in the wrapper and slid off the hood of his car to go throw my trash away. I had to pass by the stupid couple towards the nearest trash can and I made to bump into the car so they know there were on-lookers. As soon as I met Y/n's surprised eye I shook my head at her and walked off to throw my trash. I could feel her eyes on me as I headed inside with Steve running after me and calling my name. I mean, he wasn't wrong. I hated it but he wasn't wrong. I've been allowing her to do all this shit to me while keeping my lips sealed about our little secret. I was so tired of it. So I chose to finally gather some courage to tell her straight up whenever I had the chance today.

That chance came far too quickly for my liking since I didn't know what I was going to say. I was in the bathroom washing my hands after using the toilet whenever the door opened and Y/n walked in looking so perfect in her skirt and blouse; the only atrocity was Jason's letterman jacket around her shoulders that was white and green that clashed with her clothing. She didn't even acknowledge my presence until she was finished doing her business and was standing beside me washing her hands. Her gaze finally lifted to meet mine in the mirror and she scowled.

"What was that about this morning?" she asked with a snippy tone that I really didn't like.

"I should be asking you the same thing; I thought you weren't fond of PDA?" I sneer back a little hurt at the memory.

"Jason's my boyfriend Robin! What he and I do is none of your fucking business skank!"

I froze feeling my heart start beating faster at that insult. Skank? I was a fucking skank now?! I spun to her and my hand flew out making contact with her cheek and making her stumble back a second feeling her face that stung with my slap. Her e/c wide lifted to me were filling with anger and spite as she launched forward and shoved me back against the wall beside the sinks

"You have no fucking right Robin!" she yelled smacking my shoulder.

I took note of the fact she hadn't actually tried to physically harm me. Even that hit to my shoulder didn't hold a punch and I took that opportunity to grab her wrist and spin us against the wall so that her back was now pressed against the cold surface instead of mine. I glared at her and lowered my voice when I thought I heard voices by the bathroom doors.

"You're calling me a skank when you damn well know you're the one playing for both sides Y/n! You pretend like I mean nothing to you after you got what you want. Do you not remember what we promised before high school? What we had before high school? Before fucking Jason Carver decided you were his dream?" I sneer glaring into her face. "You don't fucking remember…am I that disposable?"

I could see the glistening of tears in her eyes. Oh, she hadn't forgotten. Not one word or memory. But there was something behind those eyes that had my gears coming to a screeching halt as her body just went limp against the wall. Her hands shakily rose to grip the front of my sweater; her head lowered so that she didn't have to look at the anger that radiated across my face.

"He found out okay?!" she finally choked out. "Jason found out that I liked girls and he threatened that if I didn't play along then he'd let the entire school know I'm a whore. I was scared okay? I was scared because I knew if he told the school the bullying would get worse and then you'd get bullied too because he knew we were best friends. I didn't want that so I played along…I didn't want the popularity; I fucking can't stand those idiots…but I had to so that you didn't get hurt okay? I didn't forget our promise…I just had to do what I did to protect you." she leaned against me and the grip on my shirt tightened as I felt the strength she was holding off the sobs started to wane into trembles.

"You…" my brain short-circuited as I took in the information. The anger I felt was replaced by regret because I realized I alienated and hated my best friend without knowing the truth behind why she suddenly changed her ways. I was only hurting myself when I did that.

"So…you don't actually love him…" I was talking more to myself than to her but her head shook side to side in an affirmative negative.

"I can't his fucking guts Robin. He's such a stuck-up snob who thinks he can get away with anything," she mumbled sniffling.

"I'm sorry…I'm so sorry Y/n. I thought you wanted the popular life…I thought you just didn't need me anymore" I confessed wrapping my arms around her shoulders tentatively.

"Fuck no!" her arms wrapped around my waist. "If it meant abandoning my best friend I would do anything, give up anything if it meant you weren't targeted…" her head raised to look at me and I could see the tear streaks along her cheeks making my heart ache a bit more.

"I love you, Robin…That never changed. You don't know how many nights I'd imagine it was you holding me while Jason and I cuddled against the sofa while watching a movie. O-Or pretending that you were with me whenever we walked through the halls. I just…I needed my best friend Robin. I needed you more than anything but I couldn't have you because if I had you it would only be hurting you." she confessed looking so scared and so regretful that I couldn't help but press my forehead against hers and hold her closer to me.

"I wished you were with me too…I missed your presence and the way you laugh at my stupid jokes or the way you're damn perfume never seems to want to leave my bedsheets. I still have the shirt you left at my house that I sleep with just to feel a little closer to you." I sighed before pulling away to cup her face. "I missed you Y/n… and if you'll have me I want you back…"

A small smile tugged at her quivering lips. "We weren't actually together Robin you realize that right? We were just two best friends fooling around." she reached up to smooth her thumb along the corner of my lips as they turned down into a frown before she spoke again. "And I don't want that kind of relationship with you Robin. I want more…I don't care if Jason bullies us or our name gets run through the mud. We'll be graduating soon anyways and I just want to be able to call you mine; hold your hand in public and be that jealous girlfriend who glares at everyone who tries to flirt with you." her smile only grew which made my own start to light up my face as I registered her words.

"Are you serious?"

She nodded with a soft laugh as she interlaced our fingers together and held them between us. "I love you, Robin. Will you forgive me for how I treated you all these months? Will you be my girlfriend, officially?" she asked me looking at me with such hope

My face must have been awestruck because I felt like I was in a dream. I picked my jaw off the floor as I finally nodded excitedly. "That would be amazing." I breathed out feeling my face grow hot with the realization this was actually happening.

Her face lit up and she shyly leaned up. I didn't hesitate to lean down to meet her; her lips were soft like flower petals and tasted of her favorite cherry chapstick making me sigh contently into the familiarity of the feel and taste of her lips against mine.

"I've missed you." she smiled against my mouth as her hands raised to sink into my hair and pull me closer to kiss me a little bit more boldly.

I could feel the wetness of her tongue run along the seam of my lips asking for entrance and I was more than happy to give in forgetting just how amazing of a kisser she actually was as the first hints of her peppermint toothpaste registered on my tongue as mine met hers. I pressed closer to her as much as I could and slotted my thigh between hers to pin her against the wall. She let out a little exhale of surprise against my mouth as she pressed against the rough fabric of my jean-clad leg. I knew we couldn't go further or try to fool around in the girl's bathroom but I really had missed her and I hated the thought of waiting. But the bathroom door opened allowing entry of a few chattering girls who hadn't noticed our compromising position. At the sound of their voices, we jumped apart and shared a sheepish look. We had to practice not feeling so embarrassed to show our love for each other in public. But for now, I was more than happy to have her at my side again. Sharing a secretive smile I watched her leave the bathroom first without a word and a few minutes later I followed suit. I could see her with Jason again and at first I felt a bit jealous but when she looked over her shoulder at me with that little smile I knew it was okay.

She may not dump Jason right away considering he was pretty much blackmailing her but I knew even when his arm draped over her shoulders that even if he physically had possession of her at that moment. I had her heart. She was mine. Always was and always will be. We'd deal with Jason together and fight any other motherfucker who got in our way just like we used to; together. It was her and I…and my friend Steve.

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dreamland | eddie munson x harrington!reader #22

pairing: eddie munson x harrington!reader

summary: After breaking up with Jason, you end up in a pretend relationship with Eddie to piss your ex off. The more you know each other the more the pretending dissappears.

the story is also avaliable on ao3

masterlist | eddie munson masterlist | general masterlist

"You can close your eyes to the things you do not want to see, but you cannot close your heart to the things you do notwant to feel." I found this quote here and really liked it so i decided to put it here. 

I know I said I won't be active for the next two weeks, but here it is! Another chapter written at three in the morning, two days before my holiday leave, because my stupid brain wouldn't let me sleep until I finished it. It turns out that awful humor is a good inspiration. I hope you enjoy the chapter x

"y/n, get up," you were awakened by the voice of Robin poking you slightly. From behind the door came the sounds of talking and cleaning.

"You must have been terribly tired if you weren't awakened by Lucas and Dustin's screams. We've been here for over an hour!" Max added.

"Sorry... tough evening." You sighed rubbing your eyes.

"I brought you some clothes from home, you're lucky that Eddie's uncle is a master at fixing things and made you have water and electricity again!" hearing these words you realized how dirty you felt. A shower was indeed a very good idea. You also hoped that in addition to sweat and dirt, it would wash away all the negative emotions from you. 

You stretched lazily and got out of bed. On your way out of the room you greeted everyone, but you tried with all your might to avoid Eddie with your eyes. You didn't want to look at him, because you didn't know what emotions it would awaken in you. You were angry, hurt and incredibly sad. You thought that the worst possible scenario would be the one in which he tells you that he feels nothing for you and a pretend relationship is all you can hope for. However, the moment when he admitted that he didn't believe you were in love with him hurt a million times more than in your mind. Despite your best efforts, you weren't able to simply avoid him. Together with Wayne and Steve, they boarded up the windows where there was no glass. Wet curls fell on his thoughtful face, Wayne explained something to him while brandishing a hammer. His clothes from that night were replaced by sweatpants and a black T-shirt with a Metallica logo. When he lifted his hands to hold the boards the T-shirt lifted revealing a piece of his back. You hated yourself for how much you liked him at that moment, all your anger was overshadowed by the desire to snuggle into him and comb your hand through his damp hair. Chasing these thoughts away from you, you quickly locked yourself in the bathroom. You threw clean clothes on the cabinet and immediately stepped into the shower. The water gradually began to warm up, feeling it, tears began to flow into your eyes again. You were missing the warmth. Now feeling it, you wanted to stop time. Already forever stay under the stream of water, which in a small way gives you what you needed. You must have lost track of time because suddenly there was a loud knock on the door.

"y/n u okay there?" shouted Steve pierced through the loud noise of the shower.

"Yeah, I'm coming out now!" you replied unwillingly turning off the water. It was pleasant to get dressed in clean clothes. Unfortunately, you still felt overwhelmed by all the negative feelings. When you opened the bathroom door you ran into your brother.

"How much can take a shower! Jesus!" he shouted and ran into the bathroom slamming the door behind him.

"I told you that drinking the whole bottle at once is a bad idea!" exclaimed Robin laughing.

"How can I help?" you interjected putting your hands in your sweatpants pockets.

"Since you're already awake, we can take care of cleaning up El's room." Max suggested. Without a word, you moved towards the room, immediately followed by Max and Robin with a whole bunch of cleaning supplies. The room had the only window from which the glass did not fly out, so you took to washing it, Max started sweeping, and Robin wiped the dust off the furniture. At first none of you spoke, but after a long while Robin couldn't stand it.

"Enough of this, I am not going to tolerate it! You've got to tell us what's going on between you two, because this weird atmosphere is going to finish me off!" she shouted dramatically, throwing a rag on the floor.

"C'mon y/n, you know very well that you can't torture her like this." added Max pointing with her head to Robin who was waiting for a response.

"Heeey do you need some help?" suddenly Dustin and Steve appeared in the room. "The rest went to get some tools from Mr. Munson's work and we're a little bored." Dustin replied.

"It's great that you guys are there, because your sister apparently doesn't want to talk to us, maybe she'll tell you something," Robin rolled her eyes.

"You guys don't know? You didn't tell them?" Steve turned toward you.

"And you know something?! For real y/n? He knows something and I don't?!" Her reactions amused you more and more.

"But what do you know, maybe I know too?" interjected Dustin.

"Shut up Henderson!" Max silenced him.

"I can't believe you know and I don't know!" Robin threw a wet cloth from the floor at Steve.

"Silence!" you shouted finally focusing everyone's attention on you. "How did you find out?" you asked looking at your brother.

"Eddie told me." he shrugged his shoulders.

"Told about what?!" interjected Robin.

"Remember how you told me to go talk to him after I replaced Steve at Family Video?"

"Of course I do."

"Well, then I went."

"And?"

You sighed and started telling the whole story from the beginning. It was painful for you to talk about it, but at the same time you felt relieved that you had people by your side with whom you could share.

"It makes no sense, he thinks the world of you!" concluded Dustin. "I thought that in the end, when the scales will fall from your eyes, and you both realize that what is real between you is REAL, you will finally be happy together! I made a bet with Gareth for 10 bucks!"

 "What do you mean you bet!" you didn't know if you should be offended, in fact, you were even amused.

"He even created a character for you in our D&D campaign in case you ever feel like playing with us! He has a whole damn binder prepared for you and he doesn't allow anyone into it!" This was something new. And something that touched your heart tremendously. Something that made you see no turning back in falling in love with him.

"Give him a chance to explain y/n," interjected Steve, and you looked at him shocked.

"Wait a minute, are YOU Steve Harrington, trying to convince your sister to give the boy who broke her heart a chance? Has the world gone mad?" Robin, as if reading your thoughts, spoke them out loud.

"I'm in shock myself Robin, but... I talked to him about it and I understand him somehow. He was scared that he wasn't good enough for y/n, he panicked, which doesn't change the fact that he really cares about her! Besides, you saw yourself how happy she is with him, y'all have seen! It's been so long since I've seen her as happy as she is with Munson! If he can make her be like this all the time then I am able to forgive him and give him a chance. And if he fucks it up once again then I will personally kill him."

"Dingus is right. I don't know if I've ever seen you smile as often as you do with him."

"I'm scared." You sighed leaning against the wall. "I'm afraid that once again everything will end in tears and sadness. I don't want to feel like this anymore."

"You know very well that if you don't do anything about it you will feel like this for a long time. The only chance to change is to talk to him." Max replied. You knew she was right. The two of you were condemned to each other for the nearest time, so you had no chance to avoid him. You were locked in a small hut for an unbelievable how long. Leaving the matter as it is you condemn yourself to torment. However, if you clear it with him, it will either hurt you even more, or you will finally get your desired happy ending.

"It's sick that two people who are crazy about each other can't come to an agreement! It's not that hard, I'm a few years younger, and it worked out much better with Suzie than it did with you guys," Dustin added. "You managed to fool the whole school that you are so madly in love with each other, why are you fooling yourselves now?"

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but Henderson is right." said Steve slowly walking up to you. "Do you remember what your grandmother often said when we told her about my failed dates?" he embraced you lightly.

"You can close your eyes to the things you do not want to see, but you cannot close your heart to the things you do notwant to feel." You sighed and rested your head on his chest. "I miss her Steve," he said.

"Me too, but I know she's watching over you all the time. And she probably knows that your heart is not able to be closed for Munson, so instead of forbidding him to get close to you I would like to support you."

"You are the best brother in the world." you said hugging him tightly.

"This is so sweet, I'm about to puke," you heard Robin laugh from behind you. You grinned and straight out of Steve's embrace you walked over to her, hugging her just as tightly.

"I can't forget the best older sister" you added quietly. "And the younger one!" you exclaimed, pulling Max into a hug. "Of course, there can be no missing a place for the younger brother and his mouthy face," you said doing the same with Dustin. "I'm glad to have you guys. The best family I could have dreamed of." That's all and more. You stood in the middle of the room hugging each other, the warmth you were missing so much had already been replenished even with the supply. A few random people brought together by the most horrible experiences and trauma over the course of a few years became a family that had a stronger bond than more than biological one. And for that you were grateful.

"Did we miss something?" the surprised tone of Lucas' voice suddenly reached you.

"Just a group hug, do you feel like joining in?" you laughed lightly. For the first time in a few hours you felt like laughing.

"No, thanks."

"Is it me or do I see tears in Buckley's eyes?" Asked Eddie with a smirk on his lips.

"Shut up, Munson! I'm mad at you!" outraged Robin.

"But for what? What did I do to you?"

"I know everything you knucklehead! Just because y/n is going to give you a chance doesn't mean I'm going to forgive you so easily!" she sent him a threatening look.

"For real?" Hearing this, he felt hope explode inside him like a million fireworks.

"We'll talk about it later, Eddie. For now, we have a lot of work ahead of us." You replied, barely looking at him. At the very thought of this conversation you felt fear. Normally you would have already contemplated every possible scenario of how this conversation could turn out, especially focusing on the bad ones, but now you made every effort not to think about it at all. You knew from experience that thinking wouldn't ease the pain even a little. Instead, you focused on work. You threw yourself into cleaning. You thoroughly wiped down all the dust. Steve, Eddie and his uncle climbed onto the roof and busied themselves nailing boards to the big hole. Steve brought a vacuum cleaner from home so you thoroughly vacuumed the couch and then washed it and left it to dry. You also changed all the bedding and in El's room you unpacked the blankets they brought you. You left one of them to cover the couch once it was dry. Later, you moved to the kitchen. She started cleaning the refrigerator, while you focused on the dishes. Those that were usable you washed thoroughly and put back in the dust-wiped cabinets, but most were not good for anything but the trash. Fortunately, what was left of them was enough for the two of you. When everything was done, you vacuumed the floor, and then grabbed a mop and mopped it up decently. In the meantime, Steve and Dustin went to get something to eat. It was already getting dark outside, and a dim light filled the center of the cottage. Boys replaced the broken armchairs and table with the ones that had been lying in your garage for years. Here at least they would be useful for something. On the couch now lay a fluffy blanket and a few small pillows. It wasn't luxurious, but it was cozy, which was a much more important feature.

"Did anyone order pizza?!" Dustin ran into the hut with a wide smile on his lips, and right behind him came Steve, holding several cartons of huge pizzas, bottles of drink and plastic cups, because there were not enough glasses in the house. Steve, Dustin Wayne and Lucas took seats on the couch, Robin and Max in the armchairs and you and Eddie sat on the floor on opposite sides of the table, which was too small to accommodate everything. But no one complained. Everyone was so hungry that not a single word was spoken between all of you for a long time. While eating, everyone admired how well you did today. When everyone had eaten, you finally started talking. You tried to devise a plan on how to clear you and Eddie of Chrissy's murder. You were almost certain that over the course of today Jason had managed to convince most of Hawkins that it was your fault. Unfortunately, since Hopper's death, no one in the police force has been able to help you. No one would believe you, about what really happened to her. You were doomed only to yourselves.

"Today we are probably already too tired to think," you sighed while cleaning up after eating.

"y/n is right, let's meet here tomorrow after my work, we'll do some brainstorming" Steve nodded.

"Now it's probably time to finally get some sleep" yawned Robin.

"Sounds like a good idea" agreed Wayne.

"Don't you have to go to work?" Eddie asked.

"I took today off, at my age going to work after so many hours without sleep could end badly." the old man laughed.

"Where will you go?"

"You can stay with us, we'll fit in somehow." you suggested.

"That's not the best idea the fewer people who stay here permanently the better for you, besides if I suddenly disappeared now it would arouse suspicion."

"We have to pretend that we live our own lives and have no contact with you, which means going to work and school as if nothing had happened." Robin added.

After these words, you said goodbye to everyone and locked the house with the two locks that had been put on today by Eddie's uncle. Finally, you were left alone. You felt your heart start to beat faster and the tension between you grew. You didn't dare speak up first. He sat on the couch while you pretended to still wash the dishes, which had been clean for a long time.

"Can we talk? Please." you heard. You slowly turned off the water and headed toward him.

"Someday we'll have to." sitting down next to him you took a deep breath.

"I'm glad you decided to give me a chance to explain myself," he said.

"You should thank Steve, Robin, Dustin and Max. And my grandmother."

"Your grandmother?"

"Unfortunately, I know she would adore you and wouldn't let me just leave it all like that without an explanation."

"If you don't want to then don't say anything, but I beg you to listen to me." He looked straight into your eyes. The sight of his big brown eyes made your knees soften. You couldn't help it. "I'm just an idiot, a hopeless loser who couldn't see what a great treasure he has right under his nose..." he began. "B-But now I'm sure of it, and it's an honor for me that your heart has chosen me, and I beg you to give me a chance, and I'll prove to you that eternity is not enough time to show you how madly in love I am with you."

"Eddie..." you were surprised by such a confession. You expected an apology, but what you heard was much better.

"I beg you y/n... " he interrupted you. "Just look at me, I don't have millions, so in this story I am definitely not Brantian but if you just let me... We will write our own continuation, where Harvy and Nattie live happily ever after, together." He suddenly got up from the couch and knelt in front of you on both knees grabbing your hand. "Let me be your Harvy, I promise I will do everything to make you happy."

A slight smile crept onto your lips. You couldn't help how romanced you were by the fact that he recalled this silly story. He remembered every little detail about you and was able to use it perfectly to go straight to your heart.

"I know I said too many things that hurt you, but I swear I will regret it for the rest of my life," he said.

"Eddie, stop talking." interrupted him. "Enough words. Enough talk. It's time for action, Eddie."

"I promise to be on my best behavior."

"I don't want you to pretend, I'm tired of pretending." you replied.

"No more damn pretending! Fuck it!" he shouted.

"Be yourself, because that's the kind of Eddie I fell in love with, so who knows, maybe it's the same Eddie who will manage to save the situation." You continued.

"From now on, only and only honesty, y/n. I want you to be sure that there is nothing more true and sincere than my feelings for you."

"Promise me that this was the last time you didn't believe in the sincerity of my feelings for you," pronouncing these words you felt a pain that made a few tears wick from your eyes. Seeing this he immediately stood up grabbed you in his arms and twisted you so that you were sitting on top of him with your arms around him. He quickly locked you in a bear hug, which you missed so terribly. Nothing could compare to his hugs.

"I swear on everything, y/n, I swear on my guitar that I will never make such a mistake again in my life. I'm a complete idiot." he whispered into your hair. "But if you just give me a chance I'll fix everything." He leaned you slightly away from him so that he could see your face. He wiped the tears from your cheeks with his thumbs, and you rested your forehead against his. Sitting like this in silence, you felt peace slowly surround you. Finally, an understanding fell between you, which neither of you had any intention of breaking. Silence suddenly became your ally, where there was no longer a trace of nervous tension. However, the dim light in the room reminded you of how tired you were.

"It's time to sleep." you said standing up.

"Yeah, we've had some excitement lately, I think we actually deserved a rest," he added.

You nodded and went to the bathroom to wash up and change into your pajamas. Looking in the mirror above the sink, you saw a completely different person from the one who was there a few hours ago. The fact is that she looked very similar. Pale, with blackened eyes, but there was a gentle smile on her face, and her eyes seemed to be a little shinier than usual. Ready for bed, you went to Eleven's room. This time you did without slamming the door. What's more, you didn't close them at all.

#eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie stranger things #stranger things fanfic #justice for eddie #stranger things #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x you #stranger things eddie #fanfiction #fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson stranger things #corrodedseraphine #corrodedseraphine dreamland #corrodedseraphine fanfiction #ao3 fanfiction #ao3 fanfic

[mr-independent]

'its been a while bud,' you might be saying, 'whereve you been?'

Doing stuff. My life is busy as all hell lately, but hey at least i got a free neon yellow fitbit out of the deal. Ironically, yellow is one of my favourite colours and also one of the 2 (two) colours that i can't really see. Yes, I have tritanomaly. No, I don't understand how those two things can both be true, either.

Anyways it's Christmas in May, dear 4 followers that love these posts, so let's crack open a cold one for the boys and get right into it.

S2e4, Coach Santa:

-- why is Colin wearing a turkey hat? I thought that was an American Thanksgiving thing? (Edit: apparently people eat turkey on Xmas. I grew up so decolonized i asked my mom once why my friend Baz wore a t necklace when his name started with a B. Turns out it was a cross. All I know of Xmas comes from Santa depictions and Christmas themed tv show episodes lmao)

-- Isaac's Santa outfit is fucking Iconic

-- Keeley and the Diamond Dogs is such an underrated dynamic i love them so much

-- the immediate teamwork to put together the gift for Jamie is a cute little moment 🥰

-- the title callback to the weird claymation short thing is also a nice touch. Can you tell i love Xmas episodes bc i do. I'm also Jewish lol. And I love irony.

-- I keep forgetting Roy's sister is a surgeon. Also Sexy December 28th is hilarious, i really hope they stuck with it

-- what in the world is the Higgins kid doing with a surfboard in England???

-- the fact that nobody used to show up for Higgins Christmases until Ted showed up 🥰

-- the fact that Henry got his dad a dartboard, Ted's favourite thing to do with his own dad when he was Henry's age, hurts my heart

-- Everyone is wearing shoes indoors. Is that like. An English thing? Ted is too, is that also an American thing? I am. Horrified

-- 'this one is pre-cheekied' I love u Dani

-- Richard is like The French Stereotype and I love that for him lol

-- Roy is lactose intolerant and ate so much ice cream he shit his pants? Relatable king. Also his birthday was three weeks before christmas, making him a Sagittarius, for those so inclined to know

-- Dani and Zoreaux acting like they're gonna die in the trenches over a nerd gun war are such fucking nerds

-- how long, do y'all think, has Rebecca been doing this? I'd like to think it was a sneaky little tradition she hid from Rupert for years

-- 'theres two white people at the door and they're smiling' you go babe tell it like it is

-- look i get Keeley has long nails but pressing a doorbell with your whole palm is unhinged behaviour

-- 'let me fix my knee' *just fucking punches it into place* gotta say, Roy's getting more relatable by the minute. I too have fixed my janky knee by simply shoving it back into place

-- Keeley is wearing a crop top in December. Gotta love the commitment. Also Ussie guy has such long hair now wtf

-- gotta say i completely forgot Christmas Poppers were a thing. That's uh. Not what immediately comes to mind when someone uses the word poppers around me but hey that's just me

-- i forgot we so often get answers to our questions in this show. Rebecca has been doing this for years. I love when I'm right

-- Ted's 'right I'm the one with the accent here'... Ive lost track of how many times I've had that exact thought lmao

-- Love Actually! Good movie, love that Roy thought of that

-- Ted thinks singing is just talking an octave lower. Not surprising but funny nonetheless. And before you say it, yes i understand that was Jason Sudekis' solution to trying to sing in a different accent so he doesn't sound like Jason Sudekis but also. Adorable.

#ted lasso #teddy rewatches ted

[aina-otsuki]

I lost a fucking bet today! So now I have to post past conversations with my friends. Why? Because that’s was I’m supposed to do when and if I lost. So please don’t mind this weird shit! Please and thank you!! :)

Literally A Legend 

I HATE HERCULES!

Literally Annabeth Chase

Me too, but low key I’d admit that zero to hero is a bop

Me

So, true but man If you really think about it. He really is every other fucking guy :/

Literally A Legend 

I get why our Lila hates him but why do you hate him? Isn’t he like the ideal type for Straight and ready to mingle people?

Me

First of all he’s an asshole in the real Greek myths. Second, he’s not my ideal type. DO YOU THINK I HAVE SUCH LOW STANDARDS IN MEN??!!!!

Lowkey A Nerd 

No, cuz u right. He takes after his father in the HIGHEST degree. I have never loved how in PJO Alaska was off limits for the Gods. So glad I’m on vacay!

Me

Yeah, you were a bitch and left us stranded. Which is betrayal!

Literally A Legend 

Castaways~

Literally Annabeth Chase

We are castaways~

Me

Ahoy There!

Literally A Legend 

Ahoy!

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Literally A Legend 

AHHHHHHHHHHH

FUCK THE WORLD I HOPE EVERyONE BURNS expect you mi sole. **** you’re a saint to this hell of a world. 

Me

Thank you?Are you okay?

Literally A Legend 

Yep just having depression and some tiny very small suicidal thoughts but don’t worry I’m not actually going to hurt myself. I’ve been working on doing better habits than you know…

Lowkey a Nerd

Lol sucks to suck. 

Literally A Legend 

Go suck and Choke on a D!ck then die.

Me

OKAY! Anyways what’s up?

Biggest Gay Disaster Walking 

Wtf did I just walk into?

Me

NOTHING!! We’re moving on from the subject.

Literally Annabeth Chase 

alright, *Gasp*

Literally A Legend 

Did you just text gasp?

Literally Annabeth Chase

yes, anyway think about this. A fucking book being much more effective as a weapon than a phone…

Biggest Gay Disaster Walking

whay brought ths on?

Me

What* this*

Biggest Gay Disaster Walking

FUCK OFF!

Me

 >:(

Literally Annabeth Chase

wtf is wrong with you!?

Literally A Legend 

Not cool, being rude to our sol like that.

Lowkey a Nerd 

Like how dare you. HOW FUCKING DARE YOU!

Me

Okay that’s a bit dramatic. Anyways Lila what were you going to say?

Literally Annabeth Chase

Oh, right!

So, the funniest thing ever just happened!

I was told to “Act my Age” right?

Me

Okay 

Lowkey a Nerd 

Cool that’s like the 5th time

Me

shhh… Jason (Literally A Legend) doesn’t need to know that. 

Literally A Legend 

Wt o u mean it te 5h time??

Biggest Gay Disaster Walking 

I cannot read that whatsoever. **** (My real Name was here) translate, you hang around him so much that you might be the only that knows what stupidity he says most of the time

Me

That’s kinda mean but okie! Translation - What do you mean it's the 5th time?? Anyways Lily continue on with what you were saying.

Literally Annabeth Chase

Kinda, forgot about what I was saying for a sec, lol.

So, an old Karen told me that and I told her “What the fuck is that, ‘Act my Age?” She said “Don’t you care about acting like a grown young lady?” “What do I care how fucking old I am? Like the ocean is so old, Karen. But you still see it trying to drown your ass with vigor.” 

She just gasped and looked at me. “You’ll go to hell with that language, young lady. How could your parents let you become such a sinner” 

Lowkey a Nerd 

The fuck? She has to be one of those funky ass Christians who tell Carlos to go to Hell.

Biggest Gay Disaster Walking

She sounds like them. So, probably.

Literally A Legend

So, what happens next?

Literally Annabeth Chase

I ended up telling that “my parents left to get gas when I was 5, that’s how I’m like this ma’am.”

Big Ass Giant

Wow

Literally A Legend 

Where tf did you come from? 

Have you been lurking this own time, Vesper?

Big Ass Giant

Yup! :)

Me

Coolio! B)

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Biggest Gay Disaster Walking

Go to hell Big Ass Giant

Big Ass Giant

But then I’d be leaving you without anyone to keep you company. :(

Me

:O

Biggest Gay Disaster Walking

STFU ****

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Context - A one of my friends was being a little shit.

Big Ass Giant

You know **** if you were an actual decent person then maybe people wouldn’t want to avoid you or stop talking to you.

Me

You know, that if you keep running your mouth so much, you’d be the skinniest person here?

Literally A Legend

Damn, she got chu good

Biggest Gay Disaster Walking 

And you guys say I’m the meanest.

Me

It wasn’t mean. It was a fact

Big Ass Giant

Betrayal! How could you have betrayed, me my dear star 

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Me

 Now that I think about it, Literally A Legend you could and do trip over your shadow a lot.

Biggest Gay Disaster Walking

Wait, really? 

You need to film it for me next time.

Literally A Legend 

Fuck off. Also my shadow is an extremely tricky big asshole. He likes it when I fall to his level

Lowkey a Nerd 

How do you know it’s a he?

Literally Annabeth Chase

OmG! Don’t start this shit again!

Literally A Legend

Holy Shit you right! My shadow might be Nonbinary!

Me

Now look at what you did… :/

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Me

Biggest Gay Disaster Walking, at least try and say something positive or happy today. It might help drown out the negativity!

Biggest Gay Disaster Walking

Well, my dad’s dead! :D

Me

I know your dad was a huge Asshole but ykw from you I’ll take that answer. I mean it’s close enough! :)

Biggest Gay Disaster Walking

:D 

YAY! Are you proud of me? 

Me

 I mean it’s close enough! :) 

So, yes I am.

Big Ass Giant

I’m genuinely concerned with your sanity **** (talking about me). But good job Biggest Gay Disaster Walking, you made mother happy

Me

stfu, I’m not your mother

Literally A Legend

Mama

Lowkey a Nerd 

Mama

Literally Annabeth Chase

Mama

(They typed this at the same time btw)

Me

…Not one word Big Ass Giant

Big Ass Giant

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Literally A Legend

Look at our lovely Sol, she's smiling! So, she’s obviously perfectly fine

Biggest Gay Disaster Walking

She’s not smiling because she’s fine. She is smiling because she’s completely terrified of the trauma we faced.

Lowkey a Nerd 

That’s pretty much the same thing… 

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See ya soon for a sneak peak on A Star Meets The Sky!

#idk what im doing #screaming #this is madness #i don’t know what i’m doing to be honest #oh #Why I even friends with these people #I should have never made this bet!! #Regrets #Big Time Regrets…

[1moreoffkeyanthem]

wife wife i have no music taste, but you feel musical to me! will you drop any songs you relate to your universes stans, kyles and style in general? if not music books, other characters, pieces of media, quotes, poems? i am insatiable darling <3

YOYOYO!!!!!!

First of all hello my wife my wife the love of my life! (I did in fact ride half of my first year of college on a music scholarship)

OKAY so you know how heavily I associate Fall Out Boy with Stan in general (mostly bc I like projecting and I’m a gremlin abt fob) SPECIFICALLY Infinity On High (I know we’ve discussed this before and yes I’m still unhinged abt the 27 rm thing) AND I’ve said a LOT abt OrangeJuiceVerse Stan being musically inclined as one of his main outlets.

(I will be mainly sticking to ojv bc that do be my main focus atm)

So Stan will play literally whatever on the guitar and he can improvise SO WELL!!! Like it’s wild but he’s just like eh it’s a casual hobby but he hears a song and immediately knows the basic chord progression and bpm he’s the king of countermelodies too. Kenny will start playing something and then Stan will pop in with the most gorgeous harmonies and just…. fall in.

Stan will listen to ANYTHING he especially loves songs with a story (I’m sticking to ATLCTS for him being a Tenacious D fan bc I very much enjoy that) and Kyle, while Stan is all “LISTEN TO THAT CELLO BREAK” Kyle Is all fully into the lyricism and losing his shit about RAINDROPS ON ROSES AND GIRLS IN WHITE DRESSES AND SLEEPING WITH- (I feel like they have similar tastes but for different reasons if u get me)

My Kyle’s for sure are lyrics gremlins. Stan will be like KEY CHANGE KEY CHANGE but Kyle will be WAIT LOOK THE STORY HOLY SHIT SYMBOLISM(smh they whole ass watch musicals together and neither of them stfu) (losers)

(This is unhinged I’m eepy) so song specific idk man but I feel in my soul that Stan’s hopeless romantic ass serenades Kyle on a regular basis ESPECIALLY when he’s in an Emo Boy Mood like this man thinks he’s Orpheus or something ALSO Stan is incredibly specific about having certain playlists for every single situation and the “Super Best Spicy Time” playlist is INCREDIBLY LAME!!! (I’m talkin Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls and Mr Brightside was playing during their first time) like they are losers your honor

On FOB Stan I’m currently specifically feeling him with What A Catch, The (After) Life Of The Party, From Now On We Are Enemies, Golden, Fame< Infamy, The (Shipped) Gold Standard, She’s My Winona, Disloyal Order, A Little Less Sixteen Candles, Heavens Gate, SOPHOMORE SLUMP IS SO STYLE OMG

Sorry that was a lot I’m very passionate abt the fob Stan thing

EVERY LAME ASS SAPPY LOVE SONG IS EXTREMELY STYLE TO ME!!! If We Were Vampires by Jason Isbell, I’ll Follow You Into The Dark by Death Cab For Cutie, LINE WITHOUT A HOOK?!? Nothing Matters But You by The Young Veins, Northern Downpour and When The Day Met The Night by Panic, I Think I Love You by Tenacious D, All I Ask Of You from Phantom (btw I saw someone draw a style phantom of the opera au it slayed so hard), Goodbye Yellow Brick Road by Elton John (there’s this scene in a fic I read where Stan plays it for Kyle on his guitar and I lost my mind), ofc Carry On Wayward Son, Accidentally In Love by the counting crows, Turn Off The Lights from the Vices and Virtues bonus tracks, As Long As You’re Mine from Wicked (I feel like Kyle fuckinh loves Wicked) All I’ve Ever Known from Hadestown.

OJV Kyle for sure listens to the acoustic versions of pop songs and is SUCH a sap (he won’t admit it as much as Stan tho) like he’ll pause a song after a particularly clever or romantic line and just be like DID YOU HEAR THAT! Stan writes songs every once in a while and whenever he writes for Ky he always tries to paint a story because that’s what Kyle likes help I love them so much

As for other media I associate w the boys, bruh lemme tell ya the sp brainrot is so real I physically cannot watch or read anything without imagining a couple as style (literally last night my partner and I were watching the picture lock of the last feature we worked on and I’m over here looking at the two main characters like hmm who is Stan who is Kyle I’m the WORST)

Bill and Teds Excellent Adventure is so Them to me holy shit like best friends getting into situations and being obsessed with each other I love that shit (u can’t tell me Bill and Ted aren’t in love)

This comes as no surprise to anyone but Lord Of The Rings for sure, especially since i decided that they speak elvish to each other on the regular

I’ve also said it before but!!! As a massive PJO/Riordanverse fan, THEY ARE SO PERCABETH CODED!!! We got Stan/Percy as the reluctant hero who everyone looks to, Kyle/Annabeth as the badass short tempered voice of reason, like DUDE.

(Also I hope you know how much your fics have influenced my mindset like I’ll drive past Taco Bell and be like o look style moment and I saw Fireball at the gas station and thought abt rm Stan)

Anyway this is long as SHIT I’m completely insane it’s fine THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE ASK ILY

#this took 80 years I got distracted #WHAT A KICKASS ASK!!! #south park #style #them #I was so stoked to get this tho omg #EVERYTHING is Stan and Kyle to me like deadass I’m crazy #everyone say thank you Nina

[the-slasher-files]

Slashers - The Mundane

INCLUDES JASON, MICHAEL, and BO

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

MASTERLIST

JASON VOORHEES

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

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

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

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

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

when you fucking smile at your phone his heart explodes

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

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

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

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

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

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

MICHAEL MYERS

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

BO SINCLAIR

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Horror Villains And: Period Sex

oh that is the perfect gif I totally forgot all about it but oh boy. thanks billy for your service to this blog.

Warnings: Obviously, menstruation, blood, and smut. I’m dealing with a particularly uncomfortable period (for me at least) and just want some e m p a t h y about it.

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Who LOVES it:

Freddy Krueger: ABSO-MOTHER FUCKING-LUTELY. It’s a struggle to keep his hands off you (on a normal day) during your period. He can smell it.

Kieran Wilcox: yes please mommy, he’s waiting.

Luda Mae Hewitt: This is her secret kink.

Michael Myers: B l o o d  p l a y? Any kind of bloodplay, Michael is into it. If you weren’t already bleeding, he would probably make you bleed, with his (Actual) knife.

Mickey Altieri: Bring it. Jesus christ, Mickey thinks its so hot. Getting his cock or his fingers coated in your slick and your blood (Seeing the string consistency between his fingers), seeing you in a total mess from your period and being fucked to oblivion? Oh yes.

Midnight Man: He just likes it. I dunno. I don’t have a logical reason, extension or explanation of my vibes here but I am getting them from him.

Patrick Bateman: Oh my god it is his favourite kind of sex. Yes yes yes. Please please please. He marks your cycle in his calendar, with special notes about flow and mood. Soon enough he’s figured out your whole period every week and knows exactly when the iron is hot enough to strike. Any w h e r e, any t i m e .

Both Pennywise’: Ooooh, watch their eyes glow and their hair get more luscious when you tell them. Their teeth get sharper and the whites of their eyes get whiter- they’re horny as fuck now. Be a good sport and give them a lil taste, won’t you? A smell at least? That, or have them trailing you like lost puppies for the rest of the week, and curling up to/around you as tightly as possible when you’re sleeping.

The Clown / Jeffrey Hawk / Kenneth Chase: Where else could he possibly go on this post, honestly.

The Man (Hush): Yep.  He’s favourite time of month.

Who is like ‘a b s o l u t e l y  n o t’:

Jerry Dandridge: Do I really need to comment? I mean, he can control himself being around you on your period, but you cannot let that blood smell hit the open air. Your controlled, classy vampire bf will disappear in an instant and will be replaced with… well, Evil.

Yeah no thanks:

Debbie Loomis: She’s not vehemently against it, but still… nah? Thanks for the offer tho. And it won’t happen when she’s on her period either, c e r t a I n l y not. Don’t even touch her when she’s on her period, jesus christ.

Jennifer Check: Yeah she just got a new manicure. Over her dead body will you stain her new French tips with your coochie blood. And if she puts her mouth down there, it might excited t o o much if you get what I mean and you will become a real snack.  

Is indifferent towards it:

Bo Sinclair: You’re sure into him durin’ this time o’ month, aren’t you? Eh… whatever. Hop on. He’s happy to help his partner, especially if its in such a gratifying way! I mean he won’t buy you any fucking pads but he will do this and there’s Bo as a boyfriend for you.

Chucky / Charles Lee Ray: I mean sure? Blood doesn’t scare him and it is, in fact, a turn on for him of course so sure. Plus, you’re less likely to get pregnant at this time, which is great! Doesn’t see what the big deal is, here. (Although, weirdly, I see past Chucky from Curse to be very much in the next category)

Inkubus: It’s not even a big d e a l, man, its cool. He likes all kinds of sex. Go wild.

Jason Voorhees: Jason is basically ace in the way he conducts himself on a general basis but if it tuned out that he was interested in sex and/or was willing to do it with you, then some blood leaking out of your private parts because of some natural causes is not going to change his mind. Is this not normal??

Jedidiah Sawyer: ???Alright??? He wears a mask made of skin, your natural bodily functions are not going to scare him away. Besides, the knowledge that it could lessen menstrual pain for you is a nice bonus. He’s gotta take care of his family.

Roman Bridger: It’s really not a big deal to him. We’ll just put down a darker sheet, or some plastic. You both need this sometimes (Him for emotional support when he’s stressed, and you of course cuz you’re on your damn period) and a bit of blood is certainly not a deal breaker. Besides, he finds the easy thrusting to be nice and comfortable. Preferred sometimes, actually. Just some nice, lazy, relieving sex with your director boyfriend.

Sheriff Hoyt / Charlie Hewitt: A little bit a’ blood aint gonna turn me off, sugar. Don’t you worry bout that.

The Djinn: See Inkubus. Except, our dear Wishmaster is so much more of a tease about this.

Is enthusiastic when they learn that orgasms lessen period pain:

Bubba Sawyer: He doesn’t care about exposure to blood, obviously, and he doesn’t see it as gross at all but he was still concerned about whether that was safe during your… monthly thing… but once he found out that it could help you with cramps he got on board immediately! ^^

Lester Sinclair: Oh boy, well okay then, let’s give this a go then!!

Mayor Buckman: He knows the drill; Boone gets terrible cramps. Don’t worry, he’s got you.

Pamela Voorhees: Oh of course she’ll help you out when you’re hurting ^^

Stuart Lloyd: Well… don’t get him wrong, for sure there is the part where it helps you in a seriously uncomfortable time… but then there is also the fact that he is a lil bit of a secret freak and menstrual care is a good excuse for him. (So he also belongs in the first category ^^)

The Deathslinger / Caleb Quinn: Blood doesn’t bother him, and if it’ll give you a hand with yer monthly problem then you just need to ask him. You’ll be on the bench in the saloon with your thighs spread without a second thought, like asking for a glass of water. (Except of course Caleb’s a lot more hands on about the whole thing of course (; ) He’s happy to help.

The Huntress / Anna: Oh!! Really?? It’ll help? Okay, then, sunflower. Remove your pants. Let’s go !!

Vincent Sinclair: He’s just very supportive and helpful through all areas of your period. He doesn’t understand, but he can still be sympathetic and help the way you say would be good ^^

Is curious and will try:

Billy Loomis: Is really curious and excited to try it. I mean, he likes blood? He likes sex? And this is both those things?? Fun lubricant, yay.

Chop Top Sawyer: And when I say that he’ll try and I REALLY MEAN IT, MAN. Like, go big or go home. He’s going to eat you out at this time and he’ll end up really enjoying it. Buckle up babes, you’ve awoken something buried pretty damn s h a l l o w l y inside him.

Granny Boone: Similar to Chop Top except with him, you had to tell him you were on your period and all so it would be different and all, while with Boone she was the one sniffing it out and *cough* hunting you approaching you about trying it.

Jill Roberts: For the same reasons as Billy. Plus, she wants to be able to say ‘well I did it for you- you have to do it for me.’

Leslie Vernon: I mean, he’ll give anything a shot once. What’s the harm?

Piper Shaw: Same as Jill.

Stu Macher: Super enthusiastic to try!! XDD Just, like, dyed lube- right?

Is c a u t i o u s:

Carrie White: … periods have always been difficult for her… But she’s willing to give it a try as long as you’re willing to return the favour! ^^

Thomas Hewitt: Tell him, if whatever he does hurts you. He is very serious about this. He wants you to feel better, but he doesn’t really know this works and does not want you hurting in his vein attempt at making you feel better. So, please. Tell him how you’re feeling. He’ll get really good at making your cramps and discomfort go away.

They may take some convincing:

Drayton Sawyer: I mean, he’s of course not afraid of some blood but… uh… Well, I mean, he doesn’t really have a big, or even moderate sex drive in the first place so any sex of any kind takes some warming up to. Maybe if the stars aline and you catch him on a good day. Otherwise, he tells you to just suck it up.

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