#I can totally see Peter just no giving a fuck what Jason knows cause all sense of secrets leave his brain once he enters the building

[wildglitch]

*A few months into Peter and Jason being neighbor*

Peter: *walking into his apartment after doing some shit for Loki, brusied and pissed of*

Jason: *see's his kid neighbor looking like hes on deaths door*

Jason: Hey...You good?

Peter: Huh? Oh yeah, my boss I just being an asshole again

Jason: *Alarmed* Oh, you need help with that?

Peter: Nah, these are the consequences of actions people love talking about.

Jason: Thoses being?

Peter: Making a deal with the Devil

Jason: ...I dont think I can shot the Devil

Peter: *snorts* Thats fine. The're kinda a bitch so I just resort to chucking the nearst thing at them and that usually makes them leave me alone. Pays basically nonexsistant but the perks are pretty cool

Jason: Perks?

Peter:...Wanna see a magic trick?

And thats how Peter fufilled him monthly quota of chaos by turing WE into a frost zone with Jason and pinned it on Mr. Freeze

Jason now has a magician in his arsenal and he will only use this fact to make Tims and Bruce life harder

[siriuslydaz3d]

Home || Peter Quill

Summary: Peter goes home

Warnings: Uhh none, I think?

AN) this is a rewrite of something I did after Endgame! if you enjoy, please let me know! Also yes, there’s a reference to his bisexuality because fuck it, we need bi rep and so many people forget Peter Jason Quill is bisexual. 

Peter looked down at the stack of letters he had been writing for (Y/N). He felt nervous, guilty even for returning after all these years. He hadn’t purposely left, he was abducted. He isn’t even sure if she remembers him. Was it possible?

To (Y/N) August 1989

The oldest letter in the stack, written the year after he was taken. It explained what his life was like now. Telling her about his first year in space. Asking her what it was like in 4th grade. Apologizing for being gone. Promising to see her as soon as he could. An ‘I love you always’ sloppily written at the bottom as he rushed to finish it.

To (Y/N) October 1990

10 year old Peter wished her a happy halloween, asking her what’s popular on Earth. The ramblings of a child excited about being gifted his very own spaceship. He made it a point to tell her it was named after Alyssa Milano. He told her all about Yondu and the ravagers.

He wrote to her at least once a year. His handwriting slowly improved as he aged. He smiled down at the aged stacks of paper, thinking back fondly to his childhood. Peter shuffled through the letters, quickly glancing at the dates on each of them.

To (Y/N) May 2006

To (Y/N) July 2012

To (Y/N) August 2014

To (Y/N) November 2014

He paused on that one. November 2014. He wrote about his relationship with Gamora. He wrote about how he met his biological father, who just happened to be a planet. He wrote about the death of said father, and the death of the father that actually raised him. Yondu. 

To (Y/N) April 2023

The most recent one. He’d written it after they’d all returned. He wrote about the death of Gamora. He wrote about battling Thanos on Titan. He wrote about being back on Earth, about the massive battle in New York. He wrote about Tony Stark’s private funeral. He wrote about wanting to see her.

Peter organized the letters back in the original order. He’d asked Pepper for help, giving her what information he had on his childhood friend in hopes of tracking her down. Pepper had come through with plenty of information. (Y/N) actually lived in New York. She worked from home in IT. She was single. She had survived the blip. He was just down the street from her apartment, nerves taking over as he looked in the direction of her home. He took a deep breath, and continued down the street. Peter chewed on his lip as he knocked on her door. A faint ‘Just a minute!’ could be heard from the otherside, and at that moment, it took everything in him not to run away.

The door opened. “Hi, can I help you?” She spoke, his blood running cold and his throat felt tight. 

“You’re totally not going to believe this, but it’s me, (Y/N).” Peter rushed, causing her to raise her eyebrow. “I’m back. I-I’m Peter. Peter Quill from Missouri.” 

“This isn’t funny. I don’t know how you know about my connection to him-” She started, but Peter was quick to cut her off. 

“When you were in kindergarten, you got in trouble for having a pocket of worms. I got in trouble with you because I ate one of them in class. Nastiest taste in the world, but it amused you.” He chuckled, running his fingers over the envelopes. “If that didn’t convince you, I remember the huge crush you had on Mark Hamill after we watched Star Wars. I bullied you for ages about it.” 

“Peter..” She whispered, hand coming to cover her mouth. Tears welled up in her eyes as she stared at him. “It’s been 35 years, where the fuck have you been?” 

Peter stuck the worn pile of envelopes out in front of him. “Funny enough, these probably explain it better than I could. I wrote to you frequently. I’m gonna be completely honest, I wasn't even sure if I was ever coming back. I was convinced I was wasting time, but y’know all the funky shit that happened kinda forced me back.” 

(Y/N) took them and flicked through the pile. “I never stopped looking for you. When they said you disappeared, I went looking everywhere we’d gone. I thought you’d just run away, but rumors began that maybe you’d died and I just.. I knew you weren’t dead.” Her eyes met his face and she smiled. “I’ve missed you, dumbass.” 

Peter stepped forward, wrapping his arms tightly around her as they stood there in an embrace. “I’m sorry for leaving, and again, you won’t believe this but I’ve got a pretty insane reputation in space.” 

The woman pulled away and raised her eyebrow at him. “What? Peter.. You mean outer space right? Like up there?” She asked him, pointing up at the sky. He nodded, a childish grin plastered on his face. 

“Ask me about my reputation.” 

“I’m afraid to know.” She sighed. 

“C’mon.” He cooed, swaying them slightly. “You know you’re curious.” 

“What’s your reputation, Peter?” 

He looked down at her with his signature smirk. “On Terra, I’m just little old Peter Quill. A boring, apparently presumed dead, nobody. In space, I’m the legendary outlaw turned hero of the galaxy known as Star-Lord, lover to all.” He winked, making (Y/N) roll her eyes. 

“Lover to all, huh? How many alien STDs do you have?” She laughed as he groaned. “Do aliens have STDs?” 

“I don’t have any that I know of, and I’m assuming they do. I don’t just go around asking aliens if they do or not!” He replied, as his childhood friend doubled over with laughter. “I missed hearing you laugh.” 

“I missed you, Peter. It’s nice to have you back, even if it’s temporary.” She huffed, looking up at him. “I don’t know how long you’re staying, if you are, but would you like to have dinner with me? I want a chance to properly catch up with you.” 

“Are you asking me on a date?” 

“Never in a million years, space boy.” She spoke, stepping aside and motioning him in. “C’mon, I make a mean ass pot of chili and I’m assuming you haven’t had any in ages.” 

Peter happily stepped inside, shrugging off his coat and tossing in on the closest chair. He looked around her apartment, the walls covered with photos from her life and movie posters he didn’t recognize. A photo of him and her on Halloween hung beside a framed drawing he’d made for her back before he was abducted. 

“Hey, (YN), what the hell is Revenge of the Sith? And why do you have a big ass poster of it?” 

[raineydays411]

My Father's daughter pt 3

Tony Stark x daughter!reader

Summary: Back at the Tower, Y/n has a talk with Pepper.

a/n: ohhh another part finished!! some new characters will be revealed next part and i’m so great full for @social-media-imagines-by-me fir helping me create them💕💕

You were furious.

You stormed into your room and slammed the door, finding satisfaction in the loud bang it produced. You then ripped through your drawers and closet, pulling on some work out clothes and some gloves. You then marched out of the room, slamming the door again, startling Sam and Bucky who happened to be passing by.

"Geez kid, slam it a little harder I don't think it fell off the hinges yet." Sam jokes, but you were in no joking mood so you swirled around with fire in your eyes.

"You okay doll?" Bucky softly asks, pushing a frightened Sam to the side. You sigh, knowing it's not fair to take out your anger on them.

"Sorry Sam, it's just...my biological mom is here and wants me to move in with her."

"Oh..." Bucky says, not good with things like this, " Do you want me to like...kill her or..."

"NO" You laugh, " It's just I haven't seen her in nine years and she has the audacity to come up here like it's nothing?!"

Your anger returns, " She thinks that just because she pushed me out of her vagina"

The two men cringe at the words

"That she can just claim me? That's not how it works!" You shout, " And, she brought her fucking husband. The man she left us for! Who does that?!"

Bucky looks at Sam, mentally asking him what they should do. Sam just rolls his eyes and turns back to you.

"Come on kid, it looks like you wanna punch something."

and with that he lead you to the training room where Steve was training with Peter.

"Come on queens, you gotta stay on your feet" Steve k=jokes as he, again, trips Peter.

"Mr. Rogers, do you think we should take a break?" Peter pants.

You stride pass them, not bothering to say hi. They look at Sam and Bucky for an explanation and just get a shake of the head.

"Hey Y/n that's my punching" Steve started to say when he saw you throw a hard punch to the bag, "Nevermind..."

You ignore the group behind you, opting to pummel the poor punching bag in front of you.

Your mind flashes back to your mother and her words.

"A girl needs her mother"

*punch*

"Oh petal I wanted to call"

*punch* *punch*

"Come to Gotham. Meet your siblings!"

*BANG*

You look down to see the punching bag flew off the hook and is spilling sand on the floor. You were confused, as you knew you weren't strong enough to do that, not even when you were angry.

"Wow, I guess Cap didn't secure that hook again."

You jump, not expecting someone to be there, as you heard Sam, Bucky, Steve, and Peter leave. You turn to see Pepper there looking at the bag in surprise. You sigh, stepping away from the mess and taking off your gloves. You make your way to the bench and take a swig of water.

"Did you need something Pep?" You ask, avoiding eye contact.

"Well, i was just wondering if my kid was okay. But given the fact that you punched that bag like it would restore your honor.."

You knew you shouldn't have showed her Avatar.

"I'm assuming your not." She finishes.

You give her a half smile, looking down at your hands.

"Y/n" She says, " Talk to me."

You finally speak, "Why now?"

Pepper frowns, understanding that small phrase, ' I don't know."

"She's not my mother." You state, " She...she might have been once but now?"

Pepper nods," I love you."

You smile, the words reassuring you, " I love you too Pep."

"Come on, your messing up your manicure." She says with a smile, standing and extending a hand towards you. You feel your demnor soften and your mood lighten. Pepper always managed to make you feel better.

"Yeah okay..thanks." You say, taking her hand and letting her pull you from the bench, " Are you hungry? Cause I am>"

"Y/n we just ate!"

"Like an hour ago"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Days went by and you hadn't heard a peep from Christine. It was like she went off to lick her wounds and just decided not to reach out again.

Which didn't bother you one bit.

But apparently the universe wanted to fuck with you because when you came home from a day out with Peter, there was your mother, Bruce Wayne, and all six million of her fucking kids sitting on the couch.

"What the fuck?" You say causing the attention to turn to you.

"Language" Peter says, You smile softly at him before then turning to glare at Tony.

"Don't look at me, it was your moth-uh Peppers idea." Tony stumbled, looking rather uncomfortable sharing a drink with the man that his...wife? girlfriend?... whatever she was left him for.

"Pep what?" You asking, softening your glare because you'd be damned if you disrespected her.

"I just think it'd be best if we clear the air and get everything out on the table." Pepper said in that tone she uses when she's dealing with difficult people or the press. You called it her CEO tone.

"Now, go take your bags upstairs and wash up. And I'll pretend that you aren't an hour late"

"It was Peter's idea..." You mumbled and walking to the stairs that lead to the bed rooms.

"It was not!" Peter shouts following you to the rooms to help with the bags.

Christine watched as her daughter walked out of the room, playfully arguing with Peter. It was as if she were a whole different person, carefree and playful. Totally different from when she was glaring and stiff when talking to her. It broke her heart hearing Tony refer to Pepper as her Mother rather than Christine. But what did she expect?

Damian scoffed catching her attention, "Mother I do not see why you've dragged us here, that girl didn't even acknowledge us."

"Damian, enough" Bruce said, not looking away from his awkward conversation with Tony.

"Gee if only I could do that with our kids." Tony mutters into his drink.

"Does Y/n argue often?" Bruce asks trying to engage in conversation.

Tony laughs before fondly speaking, " Sort of. She isn't the type to back down when she thinks something is right. There was this one time I caught her arguing with one of my business partners about his "condescending tone and misogynistic attitude"."

""And did she apologize after?"

"Hell no. She glared at me and told me apologizing just for his ego would be demeaning her experiences as a woman. Although to be fair he was an asshole."

Bruce chuckles, " She sounds like a well rounded young woman. How old was she then?"

"Ah about 10, it was funny seeing this little girl argue in a Justin Bieber shirt argue about the patriarchy with a full grown man."

Bruce and Tony shared a laugh, picturing the scene.

"You must be very proud of her." Bruce mentions after they quieted down. Tony let a small smile escape.

" I am. She's had a rough life, and I..." Tony trails off, " She means everything to me. Without her...I don't think I'd be the same person I am today."

And with that, Tony downed his drink and stood, " Want another?"

Bruce smiled and accepted, watching Tony leave. He can tell that the man was close to his daughter. A bond that formed due to a loss, they both grew from it and grew closer. He understood, thinking about his own children.

Pepper and Christine were having a somewhat similar conversation, although it was a little more tense.

"So...Pepper-"

"Virginia." Pepper said, cutting her off.

"Excuse me?"

"My name is Virginia. Pepper is a nickname my family calls me."

"Oh. Okay, Virginia, how long have you known Y/n and Tony?"

"Oh about nine or so years. I was promoted to assistant when I saw how much of a mess Tony was." Pepper said casually.

Dick and Jason tensed, overhearing the tense conversation between the two mothers. But before Dick could interrupt Jason sat him back down.

"I wanna see what happens."

Christine continued, " And when did you become a..more permanent around the house?"

"When I saw that Y/n the one taking care of Tony." Pepper said in a serious tone, "She was the one making sure he didn't choke on his vomit and eating cereal as his flings walked out the room. Then he got kidnapped...and y/n was alone. So I made sure she’d never be alone again.”

Christine heart sank. She knew about the whole kidnapping thing. Why she didn't step in, she doesn't know. It's just another thing she regrets to this day.

Before Pepper could continue, she heard two sets of footsteps and voices

"All I'm saying is, if he looks at me funny, I'm fighting him and that's that."

"Yeah maybe not the best impression on..." Peter cuts off when they reach the living room. Eyes again on the two of you.

"Let's get this over with." You muttered, saying bye to Peter and making way over to the couch to sit next to Pepper.

"Y/n!" Christine says happily, " I'm glad you're here. We brought you something!"

She pulls out a box and she carefully hands it over to you.

You look at it suspiciously before getting a nudge from Pepper.

"Thank you." You grit out. Earning a glare from Damian and Cassandra.

You open the box to see...cupcakes.

"They're the peanut butter strawberry cupcakes you used to like. Remember? I used to bring them when I came to see you." Christine says, trying to bring up good memories.

You frown and close the box, " I'm allergic to strawberries."

Lie.

Pepper casts a glance towards you, "They look lovely, let me take them into the kitchen, I'll check on dinner."

And with that she takes the box and leaves into the kitchen. Leaving you and Tony alone.

"So...Stark" Damian started fixing his gaze on you.

"Yes, Wayne?" You said, matching his energy.

"What exactly is it you want from my mother?" He asks, earning a groan from his older brothers.

"Well, I'd appreciate it if she left me alone." You say with a straight face.

Christine frowns but before she says something Damian speaks up again.

"Tt, all this drama for the likes of you? It's honestly disappointing" He drawls, trying to get under your skin.

"Damian!" Christine scolded.

"Well, I apologize for not meeting your standards. I'd try harder if I cared what a toddler thought of me."

Jason let out a surprised chuckle while the rest of the family looked on in shock. Tony just rolled his eyes.

"I do not understand why Mother insists on rekindling her relationship with you. You obviously weren't worth the effort the first time around." He spits, causing the rest of the family to gasp.

You however, just laugh, " When you figure it out, let me know. It's probably the same reason she puts up with you."

Damian glares, about to start in again when Jason cuts him off " Shut up Demon. She got you man."

"Tt"

"I'm Jason, and anyone who can out that brat in check is good in my book." He says sending you a smirk.

You smile back, " I'm friends with Loki and Wade Wilson, I'm hardly affected by anything anymore." Your dad rolls his eyes again, he’s not exactly enthusiastic about your choice in friends.

You like this one. Probably the one you're gonna be able to stand in this family.

"Don't hog her Jason!" Dick shouts pushing him away before turning to smile at you, " Hi! I'm-"

"Dick Grayson. I know, you spilled your champagne on my dress a few years ago at a New Years gala." You say, still a little bitter about it.

"Oh. heh, right, sorry about that. Again." He says sheepishly.

You turn to Cassandra, " You're Cassandra. You and your friend cornered me in the bathroom."

Cassandra scowls and looks away.

Then you turned to Tim, " And you need to learn how to secure your fire walls better."

Tim looked at you confused, "Um excuse me?"

You smirked, " Just a suggestion. I assume you don't want people to know about your...bats in the attic?"

The whole family froze.

You knew? There was no way.

"Kid, are you hacking again?" Tony said exasperatedly, " You promised you'd stop after the last time."

"Hey it's not my fault Shuri didn't think about changing her password." You say defensively, “ and it’s not like you were complaining when you had me hack into SHEILDS databases”

“What was that!?” Pepper shouts from the kitchen.

“Heheh, nothing dear.” Tony shouts back then in a hushed voice scolds you, “ I gave you fifty bucks to keep that a secret.”

“I didn’t say what you had me retrieve.” You said smugly leaning back in your chair.

Bruce didn’t know how to feel.

On one hand, this teen that objectively hates his family, knows their biggest secret. She can singlehandedly destroy their family and expose them. And she has the means to.

But on the other, she’s a perfect fit for their family. She gets along with Jason, doesn’t let Damian get under her skin, and from the looks of it can definitely take care of herself. Only thing is, again, she hates his wife and by association, his family.

“I’m sorry, hacking? You know that’s illegal right?” Tim asks, still in shock that you got past his security systems.

You turn to him and in a bored tone replied , “Yeah? and?”

Tim stuttered for a bit before going quiet with a blush. It was adorable really.

You had to hold back a laugh, it was fun getting this stuffy family all riled up. Especially when you can see the disapproval in Christines face.

“Tony, you let our daughter participate in illegal activities??” Christine asks with a raised brow.

The table goes silent at the tone of her voice. Knowing that when she uses it someone is really in trouble.

But you roll your eyes because how are you supposed to know what that tone means?

“I let my daughter express herself in a ...healthy way. She knows her limits.” Tony replies cooly, taking a drink and looking back into the kitchen wondering where Pepper went.

”Obviously not. Tony she has no regard for the laws at all! You think i didn’t see the headlines last year?!”

Ah yes, last year you had a slight scandal where you may have punched a pap for trying to get a picture up your skirt but who wouldn’t?!

“ And you let her hang around criminals and terrorists?!”

You scoff, “ Oh please everyone in the Avengers was a criminal or terrorist at least once.”

“Not helping kid.” Tony says, “Christine, you and your family have no right to come into my home and judge my family. I’ve been civil. Hell maybe a little too much. Mainly because if I wasn’t, my wife—err Fiancée, would kill me.”

You snicker, earning a few glares.

“Look the point is, don’t tell me how to raise my daughter. Especially because I was doing it all alone.” Tony finishes with a sigh.

The table goes silent. You were getting tired of all the tense silences today.

“ Look.” You turn to Christine, “ I get that you probably feel guilty or something because you ditched me. And I appreciate that or whatever.”

You were not good at this.

“ But I don’t wanna live with you.”

Christine looks down sadly, “ Y/n I just...I just want to get to know you again. You’re my baby.”

Before you could answer you heard a crash come from the kitchen and smoke fill the rooms.

“ Pepper?!” You cough, “ Dad what’s happening?!”

“ I don’t know. Stay here” He says summoning his suit.

“FRIDAY?!” You shout, but not hearing the AI.

The Wayne’s all looked at each other in panic. They didn’t bring their suits, thinking it was just a dinner.

You turn to them and shout “ Come with me, and stay low!”

You start to lead them to the stair case, knowing that the rooms were relatively safe.

“Come on!” you yell when they don’t follow you.

Christine stands from her seat and makes to follow you before being stopped by Damian.

“Mother we cannot..”

“Damian, I’ve had about enough of you. Let’s go.” She says sternly and follows you. The rest of the family following behind as Bruce nudges Damian.

“ Come on son.”

“Father we don’t know where she’s leading us.” Damian says stubbornly.

“There’s nothing we can do right now.” he coughs.

The sounds of punching and the blasts come from the kitchen.

“Let’s go.”

They finally join the rest of the family. You have them crouched in the hallway.

“ This is James’ room. Dad had it modified just incase he was ever triggered into the Winter Solider again. No ones getting through this door when it’s locked.”

You usher them in.

“Come on Y/n” Christine says reaching a hand out to you.

You smirk, “ What? and miss all the action?”

You close the door and lock it before leaving. Laughing at their surprised faces.

The room is silent.

“ She’s awesome!” Jason says with a laugh.

[basicbatboys]

Drain-O pt.2

Part 1

WARNINGS: mentions of abuse, mentions of murder

1705 words

A super fluffy follow-up to Drain-O! The cheesiness is so so much in this one, please don’t come at me for it. 

Music blared through the speakers I had recently set up in the small living room in my apartment. All of the windows had been thrown open the moment I woke up and the sun somehow streamed through the clouds that perpetually hung over Gotham. I smiled and danced around, occasionally adding splashes of color to the painting that hung on my freshly purchased easel. 

I felt so alive. 

About three months ago, I had witnessed the death of my abusive ex-boyfriend at the hands of Red Hood. In his defense, if he hadn’t killed my assailant then I would have been the dead one. 

After the incident, Jason didn’t leave my side for weeks. He was constantly checking up on me, getting me to leave the house, and helping me plan time for therapy. I wouldn’t be as happy as I am now if Jason hadn’t been there for me to help me through my recovery. It's true that I wasn’t fully okay, but I was getting somewhere. 

“What the fuck are you listening to?” Came a voice from my front door. I jumped as I was yanked from my thoughts, dropping my paintbrush with a clatter. 

“Jason PETER Todd!” I screeched, my hand clutching my heart. “You are despicable.” I bent over to pick up my paintbrush as he shut the door behind him. As embarrassed as I am to admit it, I couldn’t hide the smile that grew on my face. I loved having him around almost as much as I loved giving him a hard time. 

He smirked and slid the knob on my stereo to turn down my wildly loud music. “Your neighbors must hate you right now.” He teased, sitting down on the coffee table I had haphazardly shoved to the side to make room for my work. 

“Maybe.” I retorted, pointing my paintbrush at him. “But not nearly as much as I hate myself for giving you a key to my place.” 

His smile grew and he lowered the tip of my brush. “Careful where you point that thing, ma’am. You’re gonna hurt someone.” 

“Bold of you to assume that’s not exactly what I’m trying to do.” I said with a glint in my eyes. I flicked my paintbrush at him and a spray of blue paint followed, peppering his cheek and forehead. 

“Now you asked for it.” He grinned, standing. In one quick movement, it seemed, he picked me up by my waist, got ahold of my paintbrush, and pinned me to the couch. He trapped my wrists above my head with one hand, and with the other, he held his new weapon. I couldn’t help but think about how a few months ago this sort of physicality would have sent me spiraling. This was great proof of my recovery, because I felt perfectly at ease under Jason. 

“Hmm…” He thought aloud. “What is the proper punishment for your reckless behavior?”

“I think the best way for me to learn my lesson would be for you to just let me go, really.” I tried, smiling a little too sweetly. 

“Yeah, no way.” 

He slid the slimy brush across my face and I sputtered a meek, “Jason!” to no avail. I had been tainted by a streak of sky blue. 

“You are a menace!” I gasped. 

“Nah,” he laughed, clearly unable to contain his pure joy at causing me emotional pain. “I’ve been called worse by better, doll face.” 

I started wiggling and wrestled one of my arms free, shoving at his chest until he sat up and off of me. “I hardly think Vicki Vale is better than me.” 

He shrugged his shoulders as if to say, “I can’t agree.” 

My mouth dropped open. “Jason!” I yelled, “That is the lowest you have EVER gone. EVER. You can’t make up for that, even if you tried.” 

Jason laughed, a deep chested laugh. I couldn’t help but smile yet again. He looked around the room, clearly trying to find something to compliment to make up for it. His eyes landed on my painting. He stood and walked toward it, a hand on his chin like an art critic. 

“Well, I would say that I’m a fan of your painting, but Jesus, what the hell am I looking at.” 

Now I stood up. “Clearly those are flowers.” 

He tilted his head. Then more. Then more. He looked ridiculous. “Ah. I see it now. You’re a shit artist.” 

I put my hands on my hips and stared him down. I didn’t say a word because I didn’t need to. Jason’s eyes glided from my painting to me and he dropped his attitude and walked toward me, wrapping me in a strangling bear-hug. “Oh you poor thing.” He said with mock sympathy. “Did the big bad man hurt your feelings?” 

I tried to wiggle out of his grip to no avail. He clearly thought it was funny because I could feel his body shake as he laughed. ‘You won’t laugh for long.’ I thought. 

I moved so that I was standing with one of my feet on either of his and he let go of me just enough to look down at me. “What are you do-?” I didn’t let him finish because I used this as my opportunity to shove at his chest. With his feet pinned by mine, he had no choice but to fall backwards. Of course, he couldn’t just let me win, and pulled me to the ground with him. 

We fell with a loud thunk. I was sitting on his hips, my hands on either side of his head to brace my fall. I was laughing too hard to realize the position I was in, but when it dawned on me, my face turned a dark red. 

Jason, damn him, was looking up at me with those cool green eyes. He threw me a goofy half smile and my own smile spread across my face. He slowly reached up and cupped my cheek. Suddenly, the contact was all too much. We were so close. I felt centimeters away. I could feel his heartbeat. I needed to move. 

“God, that was funny!” I diverted, pulling back from his grasp and sliding off of his torso. 

“Yeah, hilarious.” He teased. I noted the possible disappointment that threaded his words. Was he going to kiss me? No, he couldn’t have wanted to. We were just friends. 

That damn When Harry Met Sally quote entered my head, “Men and women can never just be friends.” Sure, maybe for some people that was true, but Jason and I were the exception, right? I didn’t like him like that, right? Right? Oh god. I totally did. 

“Hey?” Jason called. 

My head snapped up and I looked at him, a ditzy smile on my lips. “Yes sir!” I responded, like I hadn’t just checked out for the better part of a minute. 

“Where’d you go there?” 

“I was thinking about- Well, I was just thinking that…” I trailed off. I could NOT tell him that I’d been thinking about my feelings for him. That would jeopardize everything we had worked so hard to build. Thankfully, I didn’t have to lie. 

“I know what you were thinking about, bat.” He said softly. 

My eyes narrowed. “You do?” 

He nodded. “You were thinking about Dylan again.” 

I looked down at my hands. Lying to him wasn’t right. Last time I lied to Jason, I literally almost died. But I felt like this was an okay exception. 

“I really don’t think we should talk about it right now, Jay. I’m doing so much better and I talk about it like, every week with my therapist.” None of this was a lie, I was simply omitting the fact that I hadn’t been thinking about Dylan at all. Far from it. But this was a really good opportunity to tell him how grateful I was for everything that he’d done for me throughout all of this, so I took a deep breath and just let it all out. 

“I want to thank you. And don’t cut me off either,” I said, when I noticed him shaking his head and opening his mouth to speak. “Just let me finish.” He obliged and I continued. 

“You have been so attentive to every single one of my needs. That night, you told me that love is gentle and beautiful and I didn’t believe you. I couldn’t imagine how there could be love without pain. I didn’t see myself being loved unless I was giving and giving until I felt like a ghost. You found a way to prove to me, somehow, that I’m worth it. That that sort of fairytale fantastical love can be real.” I looked up at him. “Thank you for…” I trailed off. I didn’t want to assume that he loved me, but the things that I was feeling and the things he was doing sure felt like love. 

“For loving you?” He said, as if reading my thoughts. 

I nodded, then shook my head and laughed. “I… Yeah. But that’s sort of silly.” I pulled myself off the ground and looked down at him. “Just know that I will never be able to thank you enough for what you did for me.”

Jason stood too, inches away from me. “Listen to me.” 

His voice was so soft and so near to me. Chills went down my spine and I dared myself to look up at him and meet his eyes. 

“Seeing you smile again, seeing you dance around your living room to your shit music, all of that is so much more than enough thanks. I missed it.” 

I didn’t say anything back. We stood like that, staring into each other’s eyes, for a while. The music drifted softly through my stereo and somewhere a car alarm went off. 

“What?” I teased. “Is there something on my face?” I rubbed at the blue paint he’d left on my nose with a cheeky smile. 

Jason closed the gap between us and the confidence I had melted away. He placed a hand on my waist and the other hand back on my cheek, but this time I wasn’t overwhelmed. My eyes fluttered shut as he kissed me. 

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Instead — Jason Todd x Reader (x Ex!Dick)

  SUMMARY: She talks about Dick Grayson like he is the sun, and she is the moon, starred-crossed lovers; her eyes light up whenever he is brought in a conversation, and she talks fondly of him (“Why? He broke your heart, dumbass” he asks one night, a little bit drunk on his couch. She is dancing all on her own, gorgeous like never before bathed by the moon. “Because I treasure him”, you answer, simplistic and yet raw, full of feeling). And if someone dares bad mouth him? She is the first one to stand up for him, say he is not like that, not like everyone thinks he is; she knows him better than anyone, and that no one can fight her about. They have history, and someone should make a study on them, because there’s chemistry whenever they go.     

   WORD COUNT: 3661.

  TW: Angsty with smut. I’m sorry ¿?¿?

  A/N: I tried writing something else, but this week has been particularly hard due to personal circumstances and this is all that came out. It started out as angst, and I was planning to take it to someplace even darker, but then the smut came along and-I’m a sucker for coming to love baby Jason. I don’t know if it should have a second part or not (maybe angst bc she goes back to dick or a fluffy and smutty one where they spend christmas together, idk). ENJOY!

 “You can come still.” Dick timidly almost adds, amidst the reigning silence of the living room.

           Everything has stopped moving. Jason was playfully sparring with Damian, Tim and you trying to help separate them in the chaos that was now the sofa. It was normal, familiar, a habit. But the moment the Thanksgiving lunch was mentioned, everyone stopped moving since it is the first year Dick and you are not together for the festivity. Everyone lowkey knew about it, but they tried to avoid it as much as possible. Specially the little birds, who you knew were fonder of you than they would ever admit. Not long before Dick and you had started going out, Jason and you became close (you were the two cynics, dark-humored and quick on the feet), so it was given that you were friends. The problem was now how to deal with your second favorite holiday of the year with the Wayne’s. The first always being Christmas, of course.

           “Oh, are you-are you sure?”. You are very confident, but this is something that you are very unsure about. Your voice trembles a bit at its end, but you cough like it’s because of the weather. It had always been special, since your family lived far from Gotham; you weren’t planning on visiting them, since they live across the ocean and the holiday wasn’t as popular in Europe.

           “You are part of this family, (Y/N); of course you can come.”

           “Good, because otherwise we were planning on moving lunch to hers.”  Jason interrupts, smirking almost, making Damian scoff, almost.

           “But she’s a mess in the kitchen!”

           “Well that’s what the catering service is for, you big-!“

           Everything goes back to how it was before, like nothing has happened; except that it totally doesn’t. Dick smiles, like everything is fine and that hurts you more than ever, because you know why he is okay with it, maybe as much as Jason. You getting back in the Manor had been a complicated task, but neither Jason nor Damian had given up, with simple excuses, white lies and “mandatory Netflix and chill sessions” (Jason, Tim and you had been laughing all evening when Damian had proposed so without actually knowing the meaning behind of it. He was so adorable with little things like that).  It’s not like you were still hurt because of the breakup, after all, it was quite mutual (even when it had terribly hurt once more, you were kind of hoping it anyways. This was the fourth time, after all). The thing was that there were one too many memories in the walls of Manor, as well as its rooms and dark corners. Sometimes, when you went alone to the guest bathroom, you could still feel his sneaky and cold hands in your waist, making you shriek – and his quick hand to your mouth, to shut you up, closing the door of the place as he trapped you against it.

           But what were you expecting really? This was the fourth time you had broken up. You had been at it since he confessed his real identity (the cause of your first breakup when he had not confided in you. With time, understanding came, and you tried again), and at this point, Jason, Tim and Damian just hoped it wouldn’t bring more “awkward” scenes like those whenever you saw each other at the Manor after the breakup. Dick tended to take refuge in Blüdhaven the first week, but then he always came back.

           And that always bothered Jason. It was like he wanted to see her, he needed to encounter her and still talk to her, as awkward as it could be. There was always probably there will always be, some kind of love in their eyes whenever they talked. And that he envied. (Y/N) had never looked at him like that, except with lust and with too many shots on.

           But this time it seemed different. (Y/N) seemed too uncomfortable and she could never quite look at him, which Jason didn’t understand. She had been so bold, so daring with him always; it as like he transformed into an entirely new person when he was with him. He hated it. Except this time, as well, he quickly understood why she was so sheepish: Barbara had entered the frame. He discovered it almost by accident, when you both were going for some drinks: you liked getting wasted in a famous bar in Gotham, maybe being hit up by different men, just as he was by different women. People used to think they were together until one of them started giving back attention to said person. Those were nights of whoring out, unless previously accorded that no one would leave the bar with someone else. Sometimes they liked having small chats in less frequented bars (Jason definitively did) and-and you had left the phone unlocked, staggering almost to the toilet. When he saw Dick’s last text, two weeks after you had broken up, he couldn’t resist: and yes, they had keep in contact, with shorter texts… Of course, to the exception of one. One fucking long one from Golden Boy himself explaining to her that he and Babs had given each other a go after some time… Followed by a sweet “I’m just giving her a chance. I still think of you at nights. Wanna call like yesterday?”.

           So of course, she feared the day, because that meant he was bringing Babs on. Between you and her honestly, he’d rather have you a thousand time more than her. She followed the rules too much and had little to no confidence in her own missions and action plans. She was too much of a follower and Jason resented her because of it: it was something personal, seeing as Timbers seemed to like her a bit more, given her ability to execute whatever actions were needed. But it wasn’t after all something he could decide on his own, and thus they were now both stuck with that knowledge.

           Dick had some girl problems of his own, but he had managed to keep them down for long enough. It was the first time, actually (that he knew of) that these both were going to encounter each other. And it was something Jason, personally, wasn’t looking forward to. He treasured his only ally in the house; since Roy and him had parted ways, (Y/N) had been the only one for him. And he had been trying really hard, seeing as he thought feelings would get in the way: but he has kind of come to accept that it’s never going to be that way with him.

           She talks about Dick Grayson like he is the sun, and she is the moon, starred-crossed lovers; her lights light up whenever he is brought in a conversation, and she talks fondly of him (“Why? He broke your heart, dumbass” he asks one night, a little bit drunk in his couch. She is dancing all on her own, gorgeous like never before bathed by the moon. “Because I treasure him”, you answer, simplistic and yet raw, full of feeling). And if someone dares bad mouth him? She is the first one to stand up for him, say he is not like that, not like everyone thinks he is; she knows him better than anyone, and that no one can fight her about. They have history, and someone should make a study on them, because there’s chemistry whenever they go. Everyone always thinks they are flirting, and they are just as surprised to find out that they are no longer together (Such a pity! They look so good, Jason once heard Kane murmur under her breath).

           But this time is different, she is left behind.

***

           “I mean, the worst is over.”

           “I know, just take me far, Jay. I want to go.” And nothing else needs to be said once lunch is done and everyone is settling down on the sofa. They are not staying, and they made so apparent by taking a red helmet; not for him, of course.

           Dick presses his lips into a fine line.

***

           “No, what I’m saying is…! What-What if I never find anyone like him, Jay? What if he IS the One?”

           “You know the concept of “The one” is just made up so that girls-“

           “Yes, Jason Peter Todd, I know very well the patriarchal concept of it, it’s just-! They look so good together. And Dick was so calm, they were so chill. They were not bothered, like it had been happening so long… I know Dick would never cheat, but we’ve never had that.”

           “Babs has always been really close to the family. Their breakup was horrible, that’s why you two never cross paths but before she used to spend Thanksgiving with us as well. Then she met someone else and-you know” He makes a simple motion with his hands, like all is said and done, but it’s not enough for her it seems. “I’m just saying that she was a wreck as well her first year, but we are family. Vigilante stuff and everything.”

           Yeah, the one thing she has always been kind of resentful about. Not because she wanted to be one, but because she never belonged to that interior and private group. Even Jason, as close as they were, kept her at an arms distance from details. He was not fully incorporated into the troupe, but he had been patrolling on their side for some time now. It made her really happy.

           “Yeah, yeah. It’s just that, and I know that you don’t believe in it, but what if Dick is the one for me but I’m not the one for him? You’ve seen me, I was… Wrecked the first time we broke up. And the second and third, hell. This last one I… I knew it was going to happen, eventually. I just didn’t know it would still hurt as much.” She clicks her tongue, both hands up quite quickly, like in a peace sign. “Okay, yeah, maybe not as much, but it definitively stung. And I know he hasn’t been with Barbara since before me but…”

           “Well-“

           There’s a silence, a beat. Jason’s heart drops. What is he doing? It’s like a babble, and he feels mean. He wants to hurt, he wants her to know. What good will it do now? Still, the words come out before she can mutter a thing, too in shock or maybe waiting for him to talk.

           “I mean, there was just THIS ONE time where I saw her early at dawn. I think it was your second time, I-“

           “Oh, fuck, I KNEW IT!”.

***

           “I’m sorry. I’m very sorry.” She mutters, drunk, maybe too drunk. Who gets drunk on Thanksgiving? They are both splayed on the floor of his apartment, instead of the carpet, mere inches from their bodies. But moving takes too much movement, and they are not going to do that. “I’m always talking about him, I must sound like a broken record, it’s just that it helps.”

           “What helps?”. He asks, sluggish.

           “You. You always help.”

           She turns around, lazy and with difficulty like a seal, until her cheeks are against the coldness of the apartment. He imitates her, looking at her closely, both faces separated just by centimeters.

           “You help me without hesitation. I know you, I see you, Jason Todd.” She confidently says, even when he can swear some of her words are gibberish after that. He thinks she might be listing the times he has helped. “… And most importantly, I love you. I love you a lot.”

           There’s silence in the apartment. They are not particularly fond of hugs or cute things; (Y/N) has had a childhood where she was not given much affection, and Jason as much as he loved her mother, can understand that. They are not used to caring, sweet or strong words like that. But he surprises himself as he says it back like it’s natural, and he repeats it. Again and again, like it’s a prayer, something that must be said. And she corresponds.

           They lock lips and he knows it’s over.

           Whatever thing they might have it’s over, because the only way this is ending is with a broken heart. He is not the one with good things, beautiful things that stay; he is not the golden boy or the understanding one (like Dick, with whom (Y/N) had a dream a couple of days ago. They were still together, happy). He is not the calm and logical, collected (like Tim, who he came to slowly understand, admire, as much resent as he had once for him. (Y/N) always goes for him for “practical” solutions). He is not like Damian in the least, particular and much more mature than he was at his age. So why would she choose him, if not by pity, being the closest one?

           Jason is twenty, and she is twenty-two. It is thrilling in a way, while he takes off her clothes with a regained force, almost desperation in her movements (what if she is sober again and stops moaning like that, offering him her neck like a female to mate?). He loves to unravel her, discover the timid place in her thighs which he almost has to open by force; he never quite imagined her shy, not in his wildest fantasies, but red is an adorable shade in her cheeks, and he only gets turned on by the slight resistance of her thighs, the way she is on her back, legs opened and trying to cover herself, her core. Her fingers are small, like everything else in her body, but they manage to hide his precious Eden from him, which he doesn’t appreciate.

           If it’s going to be a night followed by an awkward distancing, he is going to fucking get it.

           Pushing her legs back to her chest almost, slightly, trying to see resistance, her core gets discovered by the surprise, and he launches onto it like a hungry man: he laps, tongues it inside and discovering it. It is tight, drenched and slightly salty: he discovers to his own surprise that the more he seems to eat, the wetter it gets, until it’s absurd almost. She is covered in her own lubricant, and he is amazed by the taste, the wiggling, the moans and the pulsing of his own cock, strained in his pants.

           She is completely naked, and almost mewls for him to do the same, to which he teasingly obeys. He makes a slow striptease, and her hands are all over him, clearly making him know that he wants it as badly – he could cum alone from the sound she makes as his fingers open her, on fours on the floor with her legs as far as they can go so he has space to discover, touch.

           “Jay, Jason!”. She pants, almost too gone from that alone, his fingers rediscovering places he thinks she might not have reached before. Or even Dick. He is quite proud of that, seeing her state against the floor, moving her hips towards him and struggling almost to breathe. “Jason please! I’m so horny, I want you so bad!”

           Her forehead sticks to the ground, moaning against the floor: he thinks his neighbors will forgive him in due time. It’s been long since he brought someone else home, and thus, he can’t be as dedicated as he would like to. More so when her own lubricant is dripping from her thighs and her back arches perfectly against him. They fit, like a perfect puzzle, as he on his knees grabs her by the hips and presses his own hardness to her wet entrance. It almost slips inside at times, almost making her completely bent over. She needs something to grip onto, and after a couple of times giving up on the air and floor, Jason takes her by the neck, not leaving an inch between their bodies as he slides inside. And then she feels it and her arms, like flowers to the sun, wrap themselves around his neck.

           They kiss like they have been doing it for ten years, but they fuck with the desperation of a one-night stand, swearing and sweating together, body against body, and moaning each other names from time to time. Profanities, skin slapping sounds, wet drips – all that’s heard until one of them comes. They change positions and again they go, until one of them crumbles to the floor just so that they don’t have to force their own knees as much. She gets dragged onto his mattress, and they keep at it until they can’t anymore. There’s a blue glow in the city outside, and they are both panting, still slowly rutting against each other: he is inside her, too sensitive to move, almost keeping it warm. His hand slowly grabs her thigh, the fat on it, caressing it like it’s art. She kisses him slowly, tensing up as he gets out and lets it all spill onto the bed. They fall asleep like that, looking at each other’s eyes, like they are in love. But the night is done, and the first warm ray enters the room. It’s time to wake up.

***

           It doesn’t stop there. There are no rules, no limits. They are having breakfast and she is taken again against the cold marble counter, nipples hard and leaving her own underwear wet, uncomfortable. He fingers her until they can’t anymore, and they forget to eat, too much of a secondary task. She takes him in the shower, entering and against the wall, water covering both of them (It gets risky, but they are both very much into it, gasping and clenching on each other like they are the last people on Earth, they will vanish. She thinks she might as she cums with him inside, relentless and making her squirt. He has never been more turned on.)

           They say goodbye with a sweet kiss, like they are finishing it – but three days later, at the Manor, they silently fuck in the sofa, which is in direct view with the entrance if one is to open the door. They don’t close it at all and she cums three times (once laid on the floor as he drinks her, and another on top of him, completely nude and bracing him, looking the door directly, too nervous and too excited at the same time. The third is brutal, and is when they think they hear keys, too involved in their pleasure, too far gone from rationality. Like they want to be caught.) They promise each other that is it in public spaces, but then they fall right into it as they are having an improv dinner on the roof one of Gotham’s highest buildings. It’s exhilarating, and it’s been a guilty habit of hers since she discovered their identities. She loved tall buildings, looking down and feeling the adrenaline in the tips of her toes as she leans over the border (Jason has always been the one to let her go as far as she pleased. Dick always grabbed her by the waist). They fuck against one of the corners, lights underneath them alive, bright, just as his eyes as he looks at her. She feels safe in his arms. Nothing will happen.

           Until they do get caught by none other than Tim Drake himself.

           It really isn’t something big or scandalous, as naked as they feel they are (her in a satin pajama, him in some grey cotton sweatpants); they are just making out in another sofa, almost near the entrance, too lazy to go up the stairs; the angle is different, and instead of the entrance, it goes directly to the kitchen. The only thing on is the fire, and it’s almost romantic if not because of his hard-on and your obscene moans – that is until two blue eyes catch her. She has to cover her own mouth to stop herself from screaming.

           “F-!”. It’s the only thing that leaves her, his body instantly acting as a blanket from the world, pinning her against the sofa. If they were naked, that would have do it. “Fuck, fuck fuck!”. She repeats herself over and over in a low voice, as Jason looks over the sofa and locks eyes. You will never know what look Jason gives Drake, but it seems to scare him off.

           “I’m not going to say anything to anyone!”. She is too embarrassed to look over the sofa, but the way his voice trembles doesn’t escape her. “But fuck, you should tell Grayson. He’s not-oh, fuck, he’s not going to be happy. And please, please tell me you haven’t-haven’t-you know, the sofa-“

           “Just go, voyeur!”

           ***

           You should, you know you should but not talking about it with Jason and just murmuring into each other lips “I love you” works; it makes you happy, less anxious and relaxed like never before. You fuck, you have small dates and everything is simple with him. You laugh into his neck, and his big arms make you feel protected at night when he stays (he isn’t going on patrol as much, and that makes you incredibly happy). He is sweet and caring; you spent nights with your legs intertwined under the duvet reading different books, but reading out loud your favorite quotes, or something you find funny. You are drugged on the feeling of happiness he gives you, but are you really giving it back to him? Do you love him like he does? Because you know he does, when he looks at you with his gorgeous eyes, when he grows anxious in big crowds and immediately grips your hand like it’s home.

           You turn around in bed.

           “Hey Jaybird?”

           “Hm, what?”

           “I have to tell you something.”

[thcllslnrd]

Strange Love

!! EDIT !!: So this is like kjdfhsk from June? I’m just posting it cause it’s still not bad and I don’t wanna get rid of it, but I’m not gonna finish it since I’ve now finished all 7 seasons and I know these characters totally don’t fit the way I assigned them here anymore. Vampire Bill is...not the guy he was in season 1 lmao. I just wanted to post smth while I’m in the middle of other things, so have an unfinished Parksborn AU!!

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I started watching True Blood recently and even though I've only seen season one so far, the idea of a AU for Parksborn won't leave my head. I mean, a southern Peter with telepathy and vampire Harry? Mmm yes please.

Summary:  “In a society where humans and vampires co-exist, Peter Parker  may have found the perfect boyfriend. Peter is clairvoyant and constantly hears people's thoughts, which makes dating a bit difficult. When vampire Harry Osborn walks into the bar where he works as a waiter, Peter realizes that he can't `hear' what he's thinking and he is immediately attracted.” (Aka the first episode of True Blood written as a Parksbron AU)

Character assignments: Peter as Sookie, Harry as Bill, Flash as Jason, Gwen as Sam, MJ as Arlene, and Miles as Lafayette.

Peter couldn't help when people's thoughts became his own.

He always tried his best to shut everyone out when waiting tables at Stacy's or walking through town, but sometimes it was too much. Took too much energy to shut too many people out. It wasn't like he could control whatever this was, either! But it made the waiters job hard some days.

Tonight was one of the harder days at Stacy's, the local bar getting busy with the usual crowd of people and then some. Only a handful of the customers weren't drunk yet, but it was only 11 p.m. and Peter had no doubt everyone would be hammered in no time. It was a Saturday night so he knew it was bound to end up like this, but he hated busy nights. Busy, drunk, loud nights always meant people's minds were busy, drunk, and loud.

Jesus, how the hell are Parker and Thompson even close to brothers? They're so fucking different, I jus-

How the hell am I gonna pay my rent after all this! Goddamn I don't wanna have to go to that bar and dance around again....

That woman seriously needs to lay off the burgers, I can see them dragging down her face.

Please Jesus, give me just this one whiskey. It's all I want, just a little bit, I know you'll give me the strength to not want shot number two.

Shit, Flash's one hell of a looker. To bad he's always hanging around with his brothers best friend, I'd love a piece of that a-

Peter slammed the two pitchers of Bud onto the table of 4 townsfolk, biting his tongue to keep his mouth shut in front of them.

"My brother can do however he pleases, thank you very much," The brunette mumbled, walking back towards the plate shelf.

Miles, as always, was working hard in the kitchen between stirring something in a two foot tall pot and flipping fresh made burger patties on the flat grill. For as long as Peter's been working at this bar, the other man's been wearing an apron in that kitchen and keeping everyone company. He was funny, gave good advice, and was all around good company.

As he sat down the spatula to the right of the flat grill, Miles started shaking spices into a separate bowl.

"I need'a order of fries. And if you dropped a handful on the floor for me that would be just wonderful." Peter sighed, resting his arms against the cold metal.

"You got it, hun," The darker man finally turned to the waiter, seeing his uniform and overall look for the day. "Goddamn, Petey! What're you doin' with that tight shirt and fluffed up mob'a hair...D'you have a date tonight?"

"No, but when I wear fittin' close I get more tips."

"You got that right. These hillbillies are suck'as for good packagin'."

"And if I act like I don't have'a brain in my skull the tips are even bigger. If I do, there'all a sudden scared a'me." Miles just laughed, looking up from his bowl and pointing to the other with a handful of spice shakers.

"You got it wrong, hun. They ain't scared a'you, they're scared of them leeegs-"

"Miles Morales! I don't wanna hear that from you tonight!" Peter huffed, crossing his arms over his chest.

Miles just kept laughing as a bright red-haired girl walked up next to him, putting one plate in each hand. That was Mary Jane, or MJ, and she'd only been working at Stacy two or three years when Peter started. She was sweet, helped him out a lot when he just started serving and taking orders. She had strong opinions, and not the greatest taste in men, but she was always happy and fun to talk to.

"What in the blue hell are you two talkin' 'bout?" Miles turned to the woman with a grin, keeping his hands busy with the food.

"Oh, the usual, Parker's legs an' how everyone wants a hunk outta him." Peter was quick to roll his eyes, looking between the man in the kitchen and the waitress next to him.

"Well, I'm sure he'll figure it all out one day, Miles." MJ took a quick glance between the two before winking and walking off, hands full with paid food to serve.

Peter just bit his lip and walked off with another sigh, knowing the fries would take another minute. He had other orders to attend to, so he went to the bar and grabbed a tray to carry drinks before locking eyes with the bartender, Gwen Stacy.

Gwen was the owner of this bar, which used to belong to her father's before he passed away. They've been friends for years too, met their senior year of high school and have been fairly close since. Peter had always been the loner type anyway but Gwen was a good change of pace. She got along with everyone of all gender, sexuality, color, and opinion (even if she didn't always agree). It made her a good bartender since she had to deal with pretty much everyone in town on the regular, and most importantly a good friend. It did make it strange for her to become his boss after so many years of being friends too, but it left out any awkward 'co-worker and boss' interactions. For the most part.

"How's your night goin', Parker?"

Peter pushed a smile. "I've had better, but it's not'a total wreck."

"Well, is there anythin' I can do to improve it for ya'?"

Peter ran a hand back through his hair, eyebrows knit close in thought. At first he was actually thinking on something to improve his night like an extra break or maybe a free drink, but something changed in the room. He wasn't sure how obvious it was to everyone else in the bar, the sudden silence, but he felt like he could breathe again. No more thoughts about food, beer, liquor, drugs, men, women, sex, all of it was gone. Peter quickly realized it wasn't only everyone's thoughts but everyone in the bar had done dead silent. The whole bar was quick as lightening to end their private conversations. But...why? The hell was everyone so quiet and alarmed by?

Peter didn't see why until he turned around.

Someone new, entirely unfamiliar had walked into Stacy's tonight. It wasn't that new faces weren't welcome here, but there was something clear as day about this new guy. He was tall, but couldn't be more than half a foot taller than Peter, and paler than a piece of printer paper with dark red hair and chocolate brown eyes. There was no question about who he was or what he'd order tonight.

Peter turned back towards the bar and Gwen before him and the redheaded stranger could lock eyes. "My god, I think Stacy's just got its first vampire!"

"Yeah, I think you're right."

"Can you even believe that!? Right here in little ol' Bon Temps? I don't think I've ever been so excited to meet one since they came outta the coffin two years ago!" Peter kept a hold of his tray and pulled his order pad and pen out of his shirt pocket.

He wasn't sure how or why, but when the brunette turned to to serve the vampire, he was already looking right at him. It might have been weird but it was even weirder that Peter was excited, interested to do this. Vampires have been living alongside humans for a solid two years now, but for what he knew, he's never met one before. Especially not in the workplace. Besides, in a small town like this, you rarely got something this exciting.

The brunette walked his way up to the vampire, a smile clad on his face. "Hi, welcome to Stacy's! And what can I get for you tonight?"

The man in the booth was quiet, almost as if he knew everyone was still watching out of the corner of their eyes and thinking about his presence alone. The conversations had picked back up, but if he didn't drown out all the thoughts, they all had something to do with this new vampire.

"Do you guys have any of that bottled, synthetic blood?" Peter bit his lip, already knowing the answer.

"No, I'm really sorry. Gwen got some a last year, but no one ordered it and she had'ta dump it all out after it went bad." He stopped for a second before talking again, trying to fill the silence. "You're our first vampire. Small town."

"Yeah, I think that woman over there's on to me."

"Oh, that's Gwen! She's cool, trust me." Peter kept his smile after looking back to Gwen, unsure why she was watching him so closely.

"Am I...that obvious?"

"A-A little? I mean, I noticed the moment I saw you, but I don't know about everyone else." Peter lied, because he shouldn't be able to know what everyone else thought.

"Well...if you don't have any blood, then I'll just take a glass of red wine. Gives me a reason to stay."

"Oh...o-okay, I can do that for you! Whatever the reason, I'm glad you're staying." Peter smiled, tapping the end of his pen to the notepad.

His smile started to twitch when the woman sitting in the next booth leaned back, pressing her head close to the vampires but keeping her eyes locked on Peter.

"Oh, don't mind Peter. He's craz'r than'a ol' mad dog." There was a real badly spoken tone of seduction in her voice, and if that was her say of trying to flirt or lead on either one of them, she wasn't doing very well.

Peter couldn't help but make a slightly irritated face at her, waiting until he turned away to roll his eyes and huff. He saw the fries waiting at the kitchen window and quickly delivered those and a side of ranch to a different table before getting a glass of red wine from the blonde bartender. He held it, the only thing in one hand, and placed it on the table right in front of the vampire.

"You're reason to stay," Peter smiled, even though noticing the woman from the other booth was in now in the same booth as the redhead.

He clearly seemed to be annoyed, uninterested, but she had her hands all over his shoulder and arm, pressed close. He already felt bad for the vampire having to deal with this woman, until her thoughts were all he could hear, loud in her head. She was doing quick and fairly complicated math as she looked the vampire up and down (as if she was gonna bite him instead), raving about the money she'd get for selling all his blood. When the other woman gave him a weird look, unaware that Peter was even able to listen in on her intentions, he quickly snapped out of it and mouthed a sorry! out before rushing back to the bar.

Well shit.

"Gwen, we've gotta problem, Sarahlee is planning on drainin' that vampire clean and sellin' his blood!" Gwen raised an eyebrow at the man, busying her hands with cleaning a glass.

"Wait, you listened in on her and heard all that?" Peter sighed, knowing it shouldn't have to be much of a question. All of his close friends and family knew of his skill, proved it one way or another until they understood, and what fool would talk about draining a vampire for their blood right next to them?

"Yes! Clear as day!"

"I'm sure he'll make it out okay! Besides, he's a vampire, right? He should be able to handle himself just fine."

Peter turned back to check in on the undead red head, see if the glass of wine had been touched, but no one was in the booth anymore. Not the vampire, or the touchy woman clinging to his arm. His eyes went eyes, frozen for a split second before moving quick and sudden.

"Damn! Gwen, cover me!"

He wasn't quite yelling but he was still talking too loud, dropping his note pad on the middle of the floor and busting through the front door. The hot air hit his skin all too quickly but Peter couldn't even take it in, running down the small set of front steps and out into the parking lot. He had to stop, close his eyes, and focus, of all hopes of finding and trying to help this vampire were blown away. He did just that, clearing his mind and waiting until he got the hint of her thoughts, an echo.

Damn needle...should I keep...worth the wait...

Peter ran as quietly as possible towards the thoughts, stopping dead in his tracks after a few steps to only now realize he was totally defenseless. He knew how to fight with his hands, but considering this woman was handling a vampire all by herself, tonight wasn't the night to take chances. Taking a quick glance around all of the cars, he found a thick link of chain in the open bed of a truck, taking it out and wincing at the sound of metal on metal. If was a quieter carry though, which was good for while she got closer to the vampire and his kidnapper.

For a split second the brunette thought what if Gwen was right? What if the vampires already got his escape planned and he only gets in the way? What if he only makes things worse? Her words were starting to get to him, convincing him to start backing away while he had the chance, until he saw that he was entirely right.

The redheaded vampire from before was now laid out on the ground, needles and wraps all tied and poked into his left arm as the other woman was starting in on his right. She was struggling, and Peter didn't know if it was finding the vein or getting the needle through his skin or what. He was quiet, dead silent but taking a few more steps from behind the struggling woman. The vampire noticed him after awhile, squinting like he was confused or couldn't make out who he was, but the brunette just raised a single finger to his lips in signal for him to keep as he is.

Once Peter was only a yard or so behind the kidnapper, he took a deep breath in before holding the chain with both hands and swinging it against the woman like a baseball bat. She let out a loud gasp as she fell on her stomach, coughing a few times and turning her head to see Peter, still holding the chain and fully prepared to use it again if needed.

"Oh you prissy son of a bitch!" Sarahlee hissed, either from the pain or anger, and pulled a curved blade out from her back pocket. She held the knife out in front of her, just as prepared to use her weapon as he was, but missed on the first swing.

"Step back from him, you low-rent, roadkill eatin, white trash." Peter warned her as harshly as he could, he other woman just laughing and pointing her blade.

"You have no idea who the fuck you're messing with, motherfucker. So just keep your pretty little hands away from me and this vamp, before you get on my bad side."

"Oh please, at this point I'm already sure you don't have any other side."

[lieutenant-pride]

i was just thinking about that rant i made about avengers infinity war and how i saw avengers endgame a little while ago, well after it got out of theaters because i wasn’t truly willing to give marvel money for that, and now i just wanna go off the hook about the movie because i can  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

i’m not even putting it in a read-more for spoiler purposes so much as putting it in a read-more because it might end up being long, but there are spoilers ahead anyway so for those five people who haven’t seen endgame and do care, be wary

funny thing is, i actually didn’t hate this like i expected to when i heard that time travel was one of its core constructs, but you know what i still don’t think it was worth the hype altogether and here is why

perhaps to make up for the fact that they didn’t kill any of the OG avengers, or for the fact that they probably didn’t need to exist in the first place, the snap apparently killed literally every single member of Hawkeye’s family that is not Clint himself. i guess we need an excuse for him to turn into Ronin, so let’s make his family expendable, why not

this film does us the discourtesy of confirming shuri’s fate as one of the fallen from last movie and the russos will pay dearly for this

the idea of destroying the stones with their own power was already proven a thing in the last movie when wanda did just that with the mind stone (while holding off five other infinity stones and a titan worth of power with one of her hands, by the way) but given the massive shockwave that occurred from THAT stone’s destruction? are you really willing to tell me he snapped again, had half his body disintegrate, and then the glove with all six stones just puffed into smoke?

actually how cool would that have been? that they arrive on the garden planet of whatever and thanos is just a fucking toasty corpse in a crater, and they realize what he had to do for that to happen? now i feel a little cheated

man, i knew from square one when i saw the first few trailers for this film that okoye was gonna get sidelined HARD, and she had maybe one or two spoken lines in the whole film? i get it, there are a lot of characters to go over in this big epic conclusion to the MCU’s biggest property/ies, but they definitely could’ve given the black panther cast a bit more love than this. i think i’m just salty over that bit though

did ronin kill in the comics? was that a thing he did? was he basically clint barton going jason todd for a little while, was that what it was? because please point me in the direction of those books if so

i really, really can’t argue much about the pym particle bits and the quantum realm (was that the one?) because time travel is a lot like nuclear physics when it comes to movies and comics and just works however the writer needs it to work in that situation, whether that refers to the means or the ends. i am glad however that antman gets this much attention as if he’s a legit member of the avengers. you know. like how he was one of the og members in the comics.

you know what i can argue about? how they try to sell their first attempt at time travel anWAIT JUST A MINUTE I FORGOT ABOUT BIG BANNER WHAT IS THIS HOW DID HE EVEN MANAGE THAT SHIT

i guess he had like five years to study and figure out how to make himself hulk on the outside without sacrificing the banner brains, but i’m very curious as to what the purpose is in doing that, since he was having more issues releasing hulk during the previous film and also the fact that he really had zero reason to fuse the two together. like, what threats was banner gonna face? what evildoers did he need hulk work for? if he needed some muscle of his own he could’ve just worked out????

you can also say that was bruce’s character arc during the first film actually, which is fine, but i’d like to note that if it is, then his character arc is resolved completely off-screen

listen, i get it. tony and pepper are a thing that had to happen, according to literally every film before this. i still think pepper deserves better or at least someone who doesn’t cause her as much stress as tony has caused for her. i mean i guess if that boy brings in the money though, do what you gotta  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

we get one scene of ronin at work and i kind of love it? i kinda wish we got to see more of his work, but i get why we don’t. this is like, the best thing that clint has to offer in this film

oh right i almost forgot, that first attempt at time travel with scott “having time moved through him.” cute gag, but this definitely doesn’t fly with scott’s first mingling with time travel and the quantum realm or whatever, and if we’re to assume they mostly repeated what they did during the post-credits scene of antman and the wasp, then why did this even have a risk of happening????

that was a cute gag though, mainly because paul rudd is a treasure

and since i’m discussing the time travel bits: the time travel in this movie is handled fairly well, and it introduces the prospect of timelines diverging rather than just having one singular strand of time flow! great! cool! but this has some bumps here and there in the film for the sake of drama, and this is the first instance:

clint travelling back to see his family for just a split moment of time. this is a moment that toys with rules constructed later, though i think that is a mixed bag and maybe i missed this detail. in every instance after this one, when the cast wants to return to a specific time in the future (their actual timeline and present) they sync up their time gps thing, but in this case? clint has no chance to do that. we don’t cut out a single second of his trip in the past, and i don’t recall him even looking at the time gps ONCE, and yet he can be forcibly pulled back to the present???

this is actually one of the only faults i can think of in the time travel, and they probably actually set that gps ahead of time, so whatever, maybe they actually handled time travel well here???

some o y’all people out here had the audacity to tell me that tony stark was the one who called steve roger’s ass “america’s ass” when it was in fact scott lang, and tony in fact called to question steve’s ass in that scene, and it is YOU i will not forgive for this heinous error

tony actually did nothing wrong in attaining the tesseract; he just got his head smacked in by a surprise hulk coming out of the stairwell

actually this made me remember a thing: couldn’t they have sent someone to grab the tesseract in asgard in case something went wrong in new york? they were right about picking the right year and time to get three infinity stones in new york, but they also managed to pick the right year and time to get two stones in asgard, so why not snatch that up as a failsafe?

thor really fucked over an alternate timeline by grabbing mjolnir from them, huh. cap couldn’t return that shit, after all; they need mjolnir for when we finally get the Mighty Thor. like, good moments between him and his mom, and that whole “i’m still worthy” thing was great, but are we gonna talk about the timeline that got fucked over for that???

so did they not discuss WHY they needed two people going to vormir ahead of time, or what? did nebula not tell them? she totally did, right? like did she not mention WHY gamora didn’t come back with thanos after he got the soul stone? why are they surprised when the mention of a sacrifice comes into play???

apparently only women die in vormir, and usually to advance the character arcs of men. i dunno i wouldn’t be too sore about this hawkeye sacrificing himself

i’ll be honest i don’t care MUCH about black widow but like let’s be real how much was hawkeye giving to the narrative???

also apparently they can’t do anything about getting nat back, which is inherently bullshit by the fact that gamora still exists in the past and you could very easily bring a nat from another timeline without fucking up yours. it’s fine; you had no problem doing that with mjolnir

how did they shrink the entire warship thanos was on exactly, and how long did they take to get that tech right???

what exactly is thanos’ weirdass boomerang blade made of that it can shred a vibranium shield?

anyway so they pay homage to every hero from the past twenty-odd films real quick, and they make the right choice in putting the black panther crew first, but i can’t help but think about how this is all just fanservice

wanda comes in to remind us that thanos ain’t shit without the infinity stones and NEARLY KILLS HIM ON HER OWN so someone explain to me why she doesn’t AFTER she gets back up???? like, can we assume killing thanos would put an end to most of this fight and send the rest of his forces running?

i already mentioned the fanservice level that came with the heroes entering on the scene, right? let’s not forget that the shot of all (minus one) the marvel women coming together is also mostly fanservice with no real meaning and it could’ve been cut from the movie and the narrative would not be too heavily adjusted, just as a reminder that marvel isn’t really treating the women of their properties well on film

thanos got real fucked up after two snaps and banner got fucked up after one snap, and you’re seriously telling me tony - a regular ass human being - lasted long enough to snap at all???

seeing peter and ned reunite with one another (i guess they both got snapped if they’re both still high school students ACTUALLY DID PETER’S WHOLE SCHOOL GET SNAPPED OR WHAT HAPPENED????)

okay but actually, the peter and ned reuniting scene got me much harder than any amount of tony’s death and funeral

seeing the wakanda crew serving up looks during tony’s funeral just reminds me that okoye got maybe two lines in the whole film, t’challa got Maybe One, and shuri got shafted for lines, and that makes me sad

i think Old Cap reuniting with sam on the bench is great and all, and a real good closing to steve’s character, however i have some questions to ask about it, namely how steve ended up in the same timeline after we made ABUNDANTLY CLEAR we were playing by diverging timeline rules, unless what you’re trying to tell me is that there was an Old Steve that just existed in our timeline the whole time and the fact that we never focused on Peggy significantly enough allowed yall to sneak that in

i also have to ask how in god’s name y’all didn’t take note of the man sitting at the bench out by the lake where you were performing your time jumping shenanigans?????

but yeah overall not actually a bad conclusion. tony’s dead, so that’s a plus. we won’t get any more of america’s ass in these films, which is a minus, but it could be worse

[chemicalxwings]

Notes: Driving Miss Crazy

- I wish Jason had come visit Ali. I miss him.

- I get why the girls don’t trust Mona...but after everything she’s helped them with, you would think that it’d count for something by now...Let Mona help man. She’s bloody brilliant.

- Okay. So confirmed that Mary killed Jessica? But Jessica was going to kill Mary? Why was Jessica going to kill Mary? What was Mary going to reveal?

- I fucking love Mona. Seriously.

- I do like that Hanna admits that Spencer making a mistake means that any of them may have made worse ones.

- Why has no one realized that something is very wrong with Aria and that it isn’t just wedding stress? Seriously. I’m so disappointed in them, especially Ezra. He’s questioned it, but...still

- Knows her as Alison DiLaurentis, not Alison Rollins? That’s strange...So Rollins likely had nothing to do with this whole thing. If that’s true, then how did A.D. get around the red tape when Ali was in Welby? I find it hard to believe Mary Drake would have anything to do with it...I keep coming back to Wren...

- Atta girl Spence. Shut him down. ‘Cause now I’m getting Wilden vibes all over again. I mean...this time the cop is totally right...but we’re so conditioned to root for our girls that I can’t see him as “in the right.”

- So Peter was willing to kill Mary Drake...all to protect Spencer from finding out the truth? Or is there more to it than that?

- I mean...I’m glad that Haleb is gonna be together, and I’m happy for Hanna....but...blah

- Aria’s nightmare sequence is actually just hilarious. But any excuse to hear Mona (Janel) sing is a-okay by me.

- Also, nice touch to have all the real stuff permeate her dream.

- Is it convenient or planned that Mona was there to witness Aria’s search and finding the puzzle piece? I mean they are always all in The Brew, so I’d buy it as convenience.

- I always think there’s no way to hate Peter Hastings more than I already did...and then more and more gets added on. Good god. I think in this situation I can kinda see his side, but at the same time, he’s not handling it well..at all.

- My heart is breaking for Veronica. She has to give up everything and it’s so awful.

- I like the tent call-back to season...2? When Haleb first did the do. I like it.

- I am glad that Mary doesn’t seem to hold any ill-will towards Veronica. I kinda want them to meet now...maybe be buddies? Haha.

- Who was watching Spencer and Mary?

- Mona is really into finding A.D. now. ...Or at least I choose to believe that’s what’s happening haha. It could still be that she killed Charlotte of course.

[constelacionde-orion]

It’s too late for us.

Prompt : Y/N is hired by  Amanda Waller  to make an easy job in order to get something she really wants back. 

A/N : Okaaay, so… this is my first fanfic, and I want to make an apology ‘cause i’m not an english speaker or writer so any kind of mistake please forgive me and let me know. AAAANND I didn’t edit it so it may have some (ALOT) of mistakes. Again, sorry.

Pairing : Jason Todd x Reader

Y/N (your name), Y/L/N (your lastname) Y/SH/N -( your superheroe name)

Warnings: ,swearing, nightmares, torture, 💀(?) 

Word Count: 2700 (Holy Shit)

Everything is black, the only thing you can listen is your heart beating and your desesperation to catch air. Your lungs are burning and you don’t know why, until, you hear that sick laugh that comes alive as a far away echo. 

You look around but everything is still painted in black. You try to run, or even move but you can’t, something doesn’t let you go. Suddenly, there’s a blinding light and you shut your eyes close. There’s someone walking, hard steps that stops near you. 

“So, people really do crazy things for love, huh?” you heard the Joker said, he’s breath makes contact with your skin and you move your head aside, but he grabs your face and make you turn to look at him. 

“LOOK AT ME WHEM I’M TALKIN’ TO YOU DARLIN’!” he screams at you. 

You open your eyes and see how close he’s face is close to yours, you are not afraid, that doesn’t even crossed your mind, that’s why you spit in his face, and you smile, after that, he slaps you hard enought to spit again, but this time with blood. 

“Anyway, as long as I want to play with you, I have places to go, you know, make people, laugh” he starts pacing around. 

You try to look down at yourself, but you’re on a table all tied up, with syringes pointed straight to you with some kind of turquoise liquid inside, you are so space out thinkin about a way to escape and to beat the shit out of him that you didn’t hear all his rambling. 

“And, let’s just think for a while, that I’m makin’ you a favor, you’ll see him again, don’t worry darlin’” He tells you while he grabs he’s coat, and slowly makes his way back to you. 

“I have to say little girl, you do really have balls to come here, so sad, you’ll have to go” 

That’s the last thing he tells you, after that you hear a machine starting up, you shake your body, you try everything, but thenm there’s alot of pain in your body, the syringes make contact with your skin and all that strange liquid is running thrue your veins. Your screams fill the empty basement, tears falls from your eyes, and before everything goes black there’s only one face you see, Jason Peter Todd, your friend, your first love. 

You’re awake, once again in the middle of the night, you heart is beating fast and you have to think about calm things to relax your breathing. When you feel more calm you look at your phone in the nightstand ‘4:11’. You look at the ceiling when you feel the tears in your eyes.

Six fuckin’ years since he left and still, this is not the first time this happens, it’s not the first nightmare that recall you how you losed Jason or how you gained you lighting powers (something he actually didn’t plan). But truth be told, this kind of nightmares aren’t the worst , sometimes you dream about him, how he would look like, if you both will be together, that kind of dreams are the worst, the ones that feels like reality, that he is with you, because when you wake up in the morning, you are, alone.

You go back to sleep hoping to avoid the topic of Jason. 

In the morning (10:00 am) you are back in your normal life, your boring job (you do need bills to afford college for the next semester), your boring mates, your boring  coffee in your boring white cup, everything, sucks. But that’s the way it should be, or at least you think that way. 

Since Jason, well, died, you avoid all the Batfam, every single one of them, you where so angry with Batman that you cut all possible connections. That’s why they don’t even know that you actually went for the Joker or that you have powers or even the fact that you make your own patrol in Gotham at nights. I mean, they don’t even know you change you name to Jenny Peters for crying out loud, in your little world you where still Y/N /Y/L/N, but no one should know that. 

You’re boring life is over when you enter your apartment at 9:00 pm. You get ready for once more by Y/SH/N and patrol Gotham, it’s not surprise that some nights you see Batman with his bunches of kids, but you try not to make contact with them, even when you think you need help, that what’s actually happed this night. 

“You really are a girl, you failed with your lightning shit” that fucking bastard said while approching you. 

“Well, I guess your father’s condom failed too ” you said while lauching another lightning, this time a perfect head shot. 

The guy fell to the floor just few inches away from you. You jumped his body, and went to other rooftop, not even seconds after your feets touched the ground and you felt something sting your neck. 

“What the f-” you said while turning around.

Everything felt like a rollercoaster and dizzy, soon after, you fell to the floor too, the last thing you saw where shoes. 

Once fucking again you where tied up, at least this time was a chair, and a room more, comfy in some ways. The walls painted in blue, a window, a lamp, speakers in every high corner and right in front of you a camera.

‘Great’ you think when you saw the red light flashing and also when you noticed that you weren’t wearing your helmet, so, you were exposed.

“So, this is kind of a Saw movie, you want to record my death or why the hell I’m here?” you said while your eyes scanned the place.  

Nothing, no one. 

“Well. In that case I think I can simply break free and stole this pretty video about well, me.” you said while trying to focus on your lightnings to escape but, what the shit, you couldn’t, not even a spark was coming out. 

“Good to see you are doing okay Miss Y/L/N” said a female voice through the speakers. 

“Awh, not you again” you said with annoyance while looking straight to the tiles. 

“You do have a great memory to remember my voice lady” said that shitty voice again. 

“They’re in the list of things that I should totally avoid” you said, now looking at the camera. 

“Tell me Waller, why you don’t let me give you a light show, huh?” You smirk to the camera, of course she will tell you.

“You do not even give a shit that I already know your actual name?” She said now with annoyance in her voice.

“Well, nope. I know you either give a shit about it, ‘cause it’s useless today” you said trying to scratch your cheek with your shoulder.

“You’re in a cage that simply does not allow powers . Now, the may reason you are here Y/N it’s because I want to negotiate with you” She said, and you actually could here how she take a seat in a chair in other room. 

“Oh, really?, about what?” you said looking at the ceiling. 

Of course you can escape this shit, you may not have powers now, but you already have escaped many other cages before without them, you just have to be very careful this time. 

“I need you to kill someone in order to have someone back to you” she said without hesitation. 

“I’m not very convinced, you gotta be way more, specific” you said while raising an eyebrow to the camera.

“I see. You know this anti-hero, named Red Hood, a really pain in the ass nowadays, he kind of interfere with my own issues, so I need you to take him out of the game” She said and you felt she did not finish so you didn’t say anything.

“If you kill the Red Hood, I’ll give you Jason Peter Todd back” she said. 

Your eyes were now full open, you even gasp you hear his name again, your full attention was on the camera, but then, you remembered.

“Even if the guy was trying to stole my own cookies, I would not do it, Jason is more than dead, I saw his grave, I saw him go down in the fucking coffin” you said trying to stay calm. 

“What if a show you these…” she said now entering in the same room as you. 

Amanda Waller was a very smart women. She showed you pictures, recordings, everything’s for you to understood that he was alive. She didn’t told you how, she said you will have to do it when both of you where together, in that moment it didn’t cross your mind something was missing in the plan. 

After few hours later you accepted and returned home with all the files in your hands, the hour, the place, everything where you could find the Red Hood. Amanda Waller was very clear, one mistake and you are dead. 

Also, she didn’t told you who was the man under the red hood. 

Jason POV

How many times a man has to be kidnapped? he said to himself while looking at the blue room.

“I’m glad you’re awake Mr. Todd” a voice echoed through the speakers. 

“What? How you know my name?!, get out and come here!” he said while trying to break the handcuffs. 

“Woah, you are way more violent than her” she said with a bit of humor in her voice. 

“Her? I don’t give a shit about with who you was talking before!, now come here and-” he shouted in the empty room,

“Oh, but you do give a shit about her, Jason” she said still with the sense of humor. 

“Oh, really?, if so, tell me her name” he said with sarcasm.

“Y/N Y/L/N” she said. 

Jason stayed in shock, his eyes looking at the camera in front of him, even his breath was caught in his throat.

“You see?, you do give a shit about her!” Amanda said while laughing a bit. 

“What did you do to her?!” he shouted even louder this time. 

“Easy there boy, I need you. And for the record, I didn’t do anything to your sweet Y/N, she’s safe and sound, well, that depends on you” Waller said once again while entering to the blue room. 

“What do you mean?” he said with hate evident in his voice. 

“You see, there’s this little pain in the ass called Y/SH/N, she kind of just act like a Robin Hood, but I don’t like when this kind of superheroes bring their noses close to my own business, so, I need you to, take her out of the game, in return, I gave you your sweet Y/N” Amanda said with a smirk in her lips. 

“You always play dirty Waller, what’s the trick?” said Jason trying to focus on the real bet. 

“Oh, yeah that. One mistake and I’ll kill you, okay?, and that means also, that you can’t ask for help, it’s between, you, Y/SH/N and me” she said while handing’ him the files about where to find you. 

“Any questions Red?” she asked while turning away. 

“Where you have Y/N?” he asked while looking at Waller’s back. 

“She must be in her late College hours, i don’t know, she may be fine” she said going out of the room. 

Jason arrived home, he read about your powers and study your attacks, but it never crossed his mind you were under that black helmet. 

The day finally came. You where looking for this guy Red Hood in the rooftops. You start thinking that Amanda might be wrong about the date because you couldn’t find him anywhere. It was that moment when a bullet passed by your arm (you didn’t get any damage) that maked you think twice. 

“You know, the point having a gun it’s that you actually hit something” you said while turning around to face the popular Red Hood. 

“I’m not here to chat Y/SH/N” he said while pointing his gun straight in your helmet.

“Me either, I just thought you may want to be friendly before you died” you said while dodging’ the bullet.

That’s when eveything started. You both where fighting actually to death, kickin’, punching, screaming, dodging, jumping in the rooftops, running, everything. You both wanted so bad to kill each other in order to have the other back into their lifes. 

There’s a point where you have to cath your breath, so you send a  lightning straight to the left side of this helmet. That part broke into million of pieces and Red Hood fell. You catched your breath, and not even five seconds after you where pinned in a near wall by the Red Hood and a gun under your helmet.

“You do have terrible aim, that’s actually fine with me, I can kill you easily now ” The Red Hood told you while pressing his gun under your chin. 

And that’s the exact moment when you see him. His blue eye shinning with the moon, the white strand of his hair that escapes from the hole you made in the helmet. The Red Hood is Jason Todd, your Jason.

“Jason” you said under your breath, still he listened to you. 

“How you called me?!” He screams at you, but you didn’t even flinch. 

“Jaybird” You said now, your eyes still scanning his blue eye in order to find some kind of recognizance.

“How you know that?!” the screams once more, the gun pressed even further, but you don’t move. 

“Because I used to called you that when you came around in your Robin suit” you said with tears in your eyes. 

You feel how the gun lowers and then you heard how it hits the ground. Jason take off your helmet and there you were. Crying with a sad smile in you face.

“Y/N” he said now under his breath

You just nod with your head and launch yourself to him, giving him a tight hug. his arms goes to your waist and his head gets lost between your shoulder and neck. You feel how his tears explode in your jacket, and you know you may look like a mess, but in that moment you don’t care, you’re once again in the arms of the man you have always loved, you close your eyes and breathe his essence, he’s is alive, he is with you again.

But as Amanda Waller said, one mistake it’s no acceptable. So when you opened your eyes, you see, a red dot in Jason’s back, you scan the place and there is, a sniper waiting to push the trigger. So you know, you can’t lose Jason again you will not bury him once again, you will not see how his body it’s caged in a coffin once more.  You pushed Jason aside and you point your hand to the location of the sniper and shoot a lightning. The moment the lightning goes out of your hand, it’s the moment when it makes a sound like an actuall thunder, you see how the sniper’s body fell to the ground and in the same moment you feel something in your stomach, painful, it stings, and your body feel numb. You fell once again to the ground on your knees, something warm is making your way through your throat, and you know, you are not stupid you know, you’ll die.

And then you feel something warm in your cold skin, you try to find the source with your eyes, but everything seams to go in slow motion, you just hear everything far away. But there you see, once again before everything goes black, the face of your friend, of your first love, Jason Peter Todd, this time he is calling your name, he carries you down the rooftop, begging you to stay, and the only thing you manage to say is “I Love you”, you see how he is crying, but you smile, because you are in the arms of the man you always have loved.  

Well, hell, let me know what you think. 

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Eric Wilson Does It For The Love of Music

Stephen Laddin of High Times Reports:

Jurassic Park. That was my initial thought sitting down with Eric Wilson in his massive backyard. It’s an expansive landscape of mountain rocks, avocado trees and bronze dinosaur statues. A padded chair sits empty across from a wooden bench, on which Eric sits with Melvin, his playful Rottweiler.

Eric is in fantastic spirits, not at all appearing like the man who almost died days earlier in an ATV accident. His deep side bruise and fractured right arm are at complete odds with his sunny disposition. I ask him what happened with the accident and a wide smile crests his face.

“Well, when I was born, I fell out the wrong way. [Laughs] I was up on the walking bridge with my Mechanical Mule. It lost traction and I went down with it. It was pretty violent.”

Whether he’s grateful just to be alive or simply enjoying time away from the road, Eric Wilson is a happy man. And with good reason. Sublime With Rome is releasing their third studio album this month and will embark on a monster summer tour in June. 

We wait 20 minutes for the sun to tuck itself behind the trees, when our seating area slowly illuminates with a warm golden glow. It’s at this precise moment Eric wants us to begin.

What role did smoking pot play in the early development of Sublime’s music?

The guy who introduced me to Brad – Dave D – our relationship was smoking pot. He took me over to Brad’s house and was like, “I think you guys are gonna hit it off pretty good.” And by god, he was right.

When you sing about weed, you might get sweated by the local police or whatever. We weren’t afraid to sing about it. We were punk rockers. We were always out to say “fuck you.” It’s something we believed in. We weren’t out there saying “smoke crack,” you know? It’s something a grandma and a granddaughter can do together and it’s not bad. It’s a good bonding thing and it always will be.

Did it help bring the band together?

Oh yeah. During that time, I couldn’t afford to buy weed. I used to go over to this pot dealer, this guy Dirty Al’s, and would wash his dishes for roaches. I’d do all his dishes and he’d give me a bag of roaches and then smoke one out back with me. Brad on the other hand, as long as he went to school and got good grades…his dad had a jacket in the closet with this one pocket you could reach into at any time. His dad’s house was right near me, and one day his mom sent him to live over there. And that’s how we hit it off. I just showed up with a guitar and a joint one day. He was better on guitar than me, so the next day I came back with a bass and it stuck.

Had you played bass prior?

Yeah. But most people wanna try and play guitar. It’s more glamorous looking or whatever. But I found once I started playing bass, I knew my role. I knew it was for me. I started to understand what the bass was all about, how it holds everything down. If you’re familiar with Sublime music, it’s based on bass. A lot of it, anyway. The reggae bassline has a lot of melody to it. It’s not like regular rock and roll bass, which pretty much follows the kick drum of the drummer. The reggae bass is totally opposite. You’re playing the melody of the singer.

How did you know music was your thing?

As soon as I met Brad, I knew playing music was the thing I wanted to do for the rest of my life. But I personally believe music is hereditary. I come from a really strong lineage of musicians. My dad was a drummer, his dad was a fiddle player, and my son plays everything. It’s in your blood. And I was a “natural.” A “natural” can easily figure out an instrument. Someone who’s not a natural can still learn how to play, but they’re gonna work their ass off just to get half as good as you. I was born with it. And I thank my family genes for that.

My dad was a music teacher and he would have this test to see if you’re a natural. Basically to see if you had timing. He’d have a stopwatch and whenever you were ready you’d say “go” and when you thought a minute was up, he’d stop it. Obviously you couldn’t look at a clock. If you were within a second or two of a minute, a second ahead or a second behind, you were a natural. And he was right. Anybody he ever taught got it down.

The last person I did the test with was Paul Leary of the Butthole Surfers. He set up a stopwatch and we just had a conversation. When I thought a minute was up, I said “minute.” We looked at the time and it was spot on. Ask him, he was blown away.

You were quoted as saying “I’m able to play music for the love of music, just like I did back then. I am so fortunate to still be able to do it.” Which to me says, you’ve been following your calling since day one.

A lot of people who get into music, they burn out on it. Especially people who do it for a living. It becomes like clocking-in. You can see it in their eyes. When I go on the road, I bring a little dressing room box that has a drum set and everything. We have all day long to do nothing and all these empty dressing rooms to do whatever we want. Why not be kids again and jam out? So yeah, I do it for the love of music still. I always tell people, I play for free but charge for travel and downtime. There’s a million bass players who are better than I am. I just won the lottery.

Where did the inspiration for Sublime’s early songs come from?

All of that was created because of Brad’s early encounter with reggae music. He went on vacation with his dad and discovered Bob Marley and Peter Tosh. And then when he came back to Long Beach and I met him, we got into local stuff like Fishbone. We went to our first show together at Reseda Country Club, and when we came back, our lives were changed. We wanted to be like the Bad Brains.

We’d cover songs from our favorite bands before we had songs of our own. And that’s when we wrote “Date Rape.” Brad would write fictional stuff. Like, that song was totally fictional. He just made it up. “Date Rape” was a big deal on the news during that time and he just put it together quick. We put the music together and he came up with the words just as fast. When you find someone you can write with like that, it’s easy. So much fun, you know? It’s a blast.

The effortless creative process.

A lot of people never get a chance to feel that in their lifetime. [Brad’s] dad had a liquor cabinet downstairs and he was always over at his girlfriend’s house. So we would spend five hours a day drinking scotch liquor and writing songs. We had a drum machine for a while before we got a real drummer. It was cool. It was really cool when you didn’t know the business side of things. We just thought we were supposed to be on the radio all of a sudden. We didn’t think about how you get there.

We had two bands before Sublime where we’d play for beer and gas money for the next show. And we’d play a bunch of our favorite songs from The Rolling Stones, The Who, The Clash, The Cure. And then we started getting more hip into The Specials, Untouchables, the reggae shit, Minor Threat. [Laughs] We’d be smoking joints singing songs about being sober. I’m not sure if Brad had some master plan ‘cause he never told me. It was just a party. Those were the best days of my life.

At what point did you start to think, “hey, maybe this is more than just a party?”

When Brad went away to college in Santa Cruz, I returned to my old punk rock band, The Juice Bros. [Brad’s departure] didn’t make much of an impact ‘cause I was kind of a loser kid, not going in the right direction anyways. If beer and pot were involved, I was there.Thank God for Brad, because if I’d stayed in that band, I’d probably still be living out of my mom’s house.

Anyway, Brad got turned onto dance hall reggae up in Santa Cruz and he recorded a bunch of tracks on a cassette. When he came back for vacation, he played it for me and initially, I didn’t get it. It took me a while to catch on. For a minute he was forcing me to play some reggae songs. But then it just clicked with me one day that I love this music. Bud [Gaugh] lived across the alley from me and we’d jammed in garage bands together and stuff. So I got ahold of Brad to figure out where we could practice. Bud’s mom let us, so Brad picked me up and drove me over there and the first time we practiced we knew we had something going. Brad transferred back to Long Beach for college and that’s when we first got serious about music.

1996. How did it feel to reach the pinnacle of your success as a band but without your lead singer?

It was just like any fairytale. Everything was going my way and it just screeched to a halt. We went to accept the MTV Video Music Award and just wasn’t there. It just goes to show you how fast things can change for anybody at any time. That’s what happened for us. 

I didn’t play music for a little bit. Then me and Bud started playing again. I played bass in a drag racing band. But everybody who came to our shows wanted to hear Sublime-type music. And I loved it anyway, so I figured what the hell. We started Long Beach Dub Allstars. I finally figured out I could still write songs and still have fun, even without Brad. But there was nothing like him. With him, I had the best times of my life, like I said. Playing in backyard parties…we just thought we were the shit. We were, I guess. Play for 10-15 minutes then a helicopter comes. Party’s over. But those 15 minutes were so untouchable.

2009. What’s the impetus to start Sublime With Rome?

All my best friends were in Dub Allstars. And because of the business aspect of things and being in a band with that many people, it screwed up my friendships with everyone. So we all went our separate ways. I went to play drums in a Huntington Beach psychedelic band with Jason Robbins, Phil Seville and this guy Lou who did sound and ran 17th Street Studios.

We were recording there when Rome [Ramirez] came in with his girlfriend at the time. He was a big Sublime fan and was just hanging out while she was doing an album, so we’d jam out when we’d see each other. My current manager [Cheez] was developing Dirty Heads in another room and heard how good we sounded together. I heard it too, but didn’t really put it together like “oh, let’s start Sublime again.” Because Cheez has a mind for that kinda shit, he took me aside and said “hey, how’d you like to start Sublime again?” And I was like, “yeah that would be awesome.” Things have a way of working themselves out.

It’s now been 10 years since the formation of Sublime With Rome. What are some of the highs and lows of that journey?

Right from the gate, Bud started playing with us, which was great. But he’s never traveled very well. He’s not into travelling and he didn’t last long. So we brought on Josh Freese and it was a real blessing to have him come on and save the day when Bud didn’t want to do the touring anymore. Then Josh started getting all these opportunities, and he’s used to playing in a bunch of different bands at the same time. He’s got a wild life. When when he took off, Carlos Verdugo came in and he’s our drummer now. He was in a band we toured with a few summers ago called Tribal Seeds. I remember watching him with Josh and Josh was like “man, that guy can play.”

LD, our DJ…what a great soul, man. He used to play drums in a band in Long Beach and their singer got a turntable to try and work it into their scene. Well, the guy couldn’t figure it out so LD took it home and made a career working with all the big hip hop artists. I guess he met Rome somehow and he’s been part of our family for a long time now, too. A couple years ago, we got Gabe the trombone player from No Doubt. We used to play shows together when Brad was around. He’s so amazing. Anytime I meet a trombone player I ask, “can you play the solo on ‘Wrong Way’?” And they never can ‘cause it’s a really tough part. But Gabe nailed it, of course.

The lineup we have right now is the best we can possibly be without being the original lineup. I’m totally happy with it. We all have our different walks of life but we’ve learned to respect each other and love each other. I plan on doing this for as long as I keep breathing.

How much has your musical career influenced cannabis culture and how much has cannabis culture influenced your musical career?

Probably the same percentage on each side. It goes hand in hand. We always get the latest gizmos and whatnot. And for as much stuff as I forget, it helps me be creative. I think anybody else in the band would say the same thing. It takes you to that place we were at when we were kids in the garage, playing music for ourselves. For the love of music, you know? Marijuana was our buddy, right there sitting next to us. I can’t imagine it not being there.

What makes your upcoming album different from the previous Sublime With Rome records?

I think Rome and I had a harder time working together in the studio on previous albums. I think we both learned how to work with each other a lot better on this one. I’ve always thought he was a really good songwriter but he tended, in the past, to be overwhelming. I always had a certain way of recording with Brad and other people, so for a while I would just fart out some bass lines because I didn’t feel part of the creative element. It’s changed since then, since the last album. So thanks, Rome. He’s such a great songwriter and it’s honor to record with him.

We had a few talks on the road for this album. A couple heart to hearts that gave more headroom for both of us to collaborate. Whereas before, it was a little more one-sided. For this album, the process was more like what I’m used to doing. Playing for the love of music and having a great time doing it.

Sublime With Rome’s third full length album “Blessings” is available May 31st.

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