#jason/rob

[kirk-says-wah]

𝐁𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐞 - 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟓

Pairings: Kirk/Lars, James/Dave, Rob/Jason

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There’s something wrong.

Kirk can feel it as soon as he gets home. It’s in the way the air thrums, the way the temperature drops as soon as he steps foot in the house.

He tries to ignore it; he’s used to feeling on edge these days. Nothing seems to be going the way he wants, and his anxiety has a habit of crawling up his spine and sinking its teeth into his pulse point.

He makes himself some pasta, puts aside a bowl for James before snuggling up on the sofa to a rerun of Suspiria. It’s not unusual for James to be late from work, and it’s even more common for him to drop by the bar afterwards. It’d be nice though once in a while to get a text from him.

So Kirk stews in his silence for a few hours, tries to not let the anxiety cascade into a complete meltdown, but ultimately, as soon as it turns 11pm, his nerves win out.

He usually would’ve gotten a call by now from Jason or Rob to come and pick James’s sorry ass up off of one of the bar stools, but his phone had remained silent, so instead he takes matters into his own hands.

Maybe they forgot to call him. Maybe James isn’t that drunk after all.

The phone rings out a few times before Jason finally picks up.

“Hello?”

Kirk takes in a shuddering breath, tries not to let the panic overtake him.

“Hey it’s Kirk,” he says, tries to keep his voice even. “Is James there?”

The line is quiet for a moment.

“No. He’s not been in since yesterday.”

Dread sinks like lead in Kirk’s stomach, and his throat goes dry.

“Are you sure?”

“Let me just ask Rob,” Jason says, before Kirk’s thrown back into silence again. He chews at the skin around his thumbnail, bobs his knee up and down, praying to god they just hadn’t seen James sitting at the other end of the bar.

The only thing is, James is pretty hard to miss. He’s tall, blonde, good looking. Has a presence about him that makes taking him to a gig hard without behind hounded by the girls.

Ha. Kirk huffs a laugh to himself. If only they knew.

Jason’s voice sifts through the quietude, concern rifling the ends of his words.

“No, man. He’s definitely not here.”

Kirk pinches the bridge of his nose, tries to keep his breathing even. He can’t loose his shit. He can’t.

When he doesn’t say anything, Jason asks “is everything okay?”

And well, no. Everything’s shit. Kirk just wants to cry.

Kirk bites into the meat of his bottom lip, wills himself not to make this into a bigger situation than it is.

“He hasn’t come home,” he finally says, embarrassed at the quiver in his voice.

“From work?”

“Yeah,” he breathes, runs a hand under his nose. “I don’t know where he is.”

“Have you rang him?”

Well, Jason has got a point there. Maybe if he rings James, he’ll just say he’s out with work friends or something. Not that James has any work friends. But still, the idea rings true that James might just be one phone call away. Still, Kirk can’t help but feel a little lost, because he knows James’s would’ve told him if he was doing something different than his usual go to work-get drunk after routine.

“No,” he finally replies. “But he would’ve called. He would’ve told me if he was gonna be out this late.”

“I’m sure he’s fine Kirk,” Jason says, tries to sound reassuring, but with every passing second Kirk is starting to really lose his shit.

“D’you think you can come over?” he asks, voice small.

Jason’s sigh sounds tinny on the phone.

“I would but it’s Friday night, man. The bar’s packed, I can’t leave Rob alone with this.”

Of course, the one time Jason is actually working at the bar is when Kirk needs him the most.

“Okay,” Kirk squeaks, tears off the quick of his finger. Blood instantly pools into his nail bed but he hardly notices.

“I can come by when I get off. But I’m sure you’ll find him by then.”

Kirk nods, squeezing his eyes shut, desperately trying not to cry. He knows this could all be solved with a phone call, but his heart is telling him there’s something wrong here.

“Okay,” he says, when he finds his voice, his grip tight around the phone.

“He’ll be fine, Kirk,” Jason says, but he doesn’t sound all that convincing.

“Yeah,” Kirk says before hanging up, instantly pressing on James’s number.

He presses the phone back to his ear, a mantra of pick up please pick up pick up you stupid son of a bitch pick up falling from his lips as he listens to the line ring out until finally it hits voicemail, James’s drunk voice telling him to stop calling you’ve hit voicemail for a reason.

He quickly redials but it just ends the same. He finally lets the panic overtake him and he claws at his hair, tries to think straight. Where could he have gone?

The only other place would be Lars’s but James would’ve at least text him. He trusts him enough that he would.

Still, he can’t help but scramble to the kitchen where he finds a halfhearted scrawl of numbers taped to the fridge door.

He hastily dials the number, messing up a few times as his hands shake. He doesn’t know if this is Lars or Dave’s number, but he hopes at least however it is knows where James is.

It rings out twice before he’s sent straight to voicemail.

This is Dave. You know what to do.

Of course it’s Dave. They’ve hardly spoken to each other but Kirk just hopes that he’ll at least be helpful. He has no one else to call.

He waits for the beep, raking his nails into the back of his wrist.

“Hey, this is, uh, Kirk. James’s friend. Um, James hasn’t come home,” he pauses, anxiety making it hard for him to find the right words.

“I was just wondering if he’s with you. Or Lars. If you could call me back and let me know that would be great.”

He finishes it with a squeaked thanks before he hangs up, dropping his face into his hands.

He doesn’t know what to do, alarm bells are ringing in his head, and he knows something’s wrong. James seems to have completely disappeared. Hell, Kirk doesn’t even know if he made it to work this morning.

James just hasn’t been himself lately, and Kirk’s anxious that he’s done something drastic. He doesn’t want this to be another rerun of bailing James out of jail. He already told him he wouldn’t do it again (even though he would. Of course he would).

He just has visions of James drinking himself into a stupor, wondering around the streets in the dark, doing god knows what.

His phone buzzing breaks him out of his thoughts, and he grabs his phone, squints at the screen.

Here’s Lars’s number. Ring him.

Kirk blows out a breath. This could go either way. Either James is with Lars and there’ll be nothing to worry about, or he’s pulling Lars into a situation he’d rather deal with alone.

Or would he? He’s already asked Jason over because he can’t stand the thought of having to find James by himself, but the notion of contacting Lars means he’s going to be back in his life again. It means Lars is really here, means he’ll be sucked back into a life he left behind years ago and Kirk’s not sure if he can do that to him.

At the same time, he thinks about Lars, about how he’s always been the level headed one in their relationship, had always been the one to not panic straight away. And that’s what Kirk needs right now. He needs someone to take the reins. He can’t do this by himself.

He dials the number, all thoughts flying out of his head when he realises the ultimate goal. He needs to find James.

He holds the phone up to his ear, clenching his teeth as it rings.

It goes to voicemail after a while, but Kirk won’t give up. He needs help. And Lars is his last hope before he starts calling the police.

He dials the number again, impatiently waiting for the inevitable voicemail, only instead the line picks up.

“Hello?”

Lars’s voice is soft, sleepy. Kirk wonders if he’d woken him up.

“Lars?”

Lars is quiet, and Kirk guesses he’s trying to understand why the hell Kirk would be calling him.

“Kirk?”

Kirk doesn’t know how to answer, not when his heart is in his throat. He just wants to find James. He doesn’t want to deal with all the feelings that are tailing behind him right now.

“Are you okay?” Lars asks when he doesn’t say anything.

“Something’s wrong,” Kirk says, doesn’t really know how to put into words that their best friend has gone off the radar.

“What do you mean? What’s going on?”

Kirk sighs, tries to swallow the sob clawing its way up his throat.

“James is missing.”

Well, at least he thinks he is. Unless of course he’s with Lars.

“What do you mean?” Lars asks, so no, he’s not with Lars and oh god if James isn’t there then where is he? Has he got into an accident? Is he dead?

“Kirk! Kirk, for fucks sake answer me.”

Kirk zones back in with a quiet sob, tears finally falling from his eyes.

“I need you,” he says. “I need you I can’t do this alone.”

He doesn’t know why he says it when he knows he won’t be able to handle the rejection right now. But it’s true. He needs Lars more than he needs anyone. They used to have each other’s backs through everything, and Kirk knows that if it was Lars calling him he’d drop everything.

Lars is quiet, and Kirk nearly hangs up in embarrassment, wiping at his cheeks with the palm of his hand.

“Do you still live…” Lars trails off. He’s obviously insinuating that Kirk might still live in the house they shared. And of course he does. Where else would he be?

“Yeah,” he breathes, his voice shaky and raw.

There’s the sound of shuffling before Lars says “I’ll be there in ten,” and hangs up.

Kirk throws his phone onto the couch next to him and smothers a scream into his hands.

This situation just keeps getting worse by the minute, and he just can’t understand why James isn’t home already. There’s nowhere else he could be. Absolutely nowhere.

He waits, the police on speed dial as he bobs his knees up and down, nervous energy spiking through him so that when the doorbell rings he’s just ready to have a complete meltdown.

He opens the door. Lars is there, hair sticking to his sweaty face, panting harshly, cheeks red as the porch light casts a halo around him.

Kirk lets him in without a word, not trusting himself to speak. Lars strips off his jacket, breathing heavily as he steps into the living room.

“Did you run here or what?” Kirk says after a moment, confusion overlapping his anxiety.

“Yep,” Lars says, rubbing at his forehead. “I don’t have a car do I.”

“I’m sorry,” Kirk says, shame heating his cheeks. He can’t believe he made Lars come all this way just because he can’t keep his shit together.

“Hey,” Lars says, stepping forwards, placing a hand on his shoulder. The contact makes Kirk dizzy, but he tries his best not to lean into it. “It’s okay. I don’t mind.”

Kirk breaks a smile, and Lars squeezes his shoulder gently before letting his hand drop.

“So what’s going on?”

“James hasn’t come back from work,” Kirk says, dropping down onto the couch, his throat feeling tight and his eyes becoming wet. “I called the bar and he’s not there either. I thought maybe he was with you but he’s not so I don’t know where he is.”

“Okay,” Lars says, nodding, sinking onto the sofa next to him. “Okay. Maybe this isn’t as bad as we think.”

“You don’t know that,” Kirk cries, rubbing a hand over his chest when it start to feel tight. God he could just throw up right now. He lets out a long breath, covers his face with his hands.

Lars sits a bit closer, hovering, like he wants to reach out. Like he wants to hold him. Kirk wishes he would, but he doesn’t know if that’s overstepping.

“Kirk, he’s been fine before. I’m sure he’s okay.” Lars tries to sound reassuring, but it just makes Kirk’s emotions go haywire, like he’s being electrocuted, all of his emotions just pouring out of him like blood from his nose.

"You don't understand,” he cries, a sob ripping through his throat. Well, he’s definitely losing it now.

“He never stops drinking. I'm the one who has to stand by and watch to make sure he doesn't kill himself."

It’s an admission he’s never made before but it’s true. He’s the one that’s been keeping James afloat, especially lately, and since Lars has come back he feels like he’s been off his game

"And the one time I don't go with him to the bar, he falls off the face of the earth."

He knows that’s not fair. He doesn’t always go with James to the bar but usually there’s isn’t such a high chance that James has nosedived into the Sacramento river.

“That’s not fair,” Lars says, knocking his knee against Kirk’s. “You couldn’t have known this was going to happen.”

"I mean, what if he's threw himself over a bridge or something?" Kirk says, wiping at his nose. Lars’s hand snakes his up his back, and Kirk immediately sinks into his side, hides his face into Lars’s shoulder with a whimper.

"I don't think James is that dramatic,” Lars says, tries to lighten the mood, hand slowly soothing up and down Kirk’s back.

"What if he's driving drunk?” Kirk sobs, wetting Lars’s tshirt. “He's got the truck."

"What makes you think he'd do that?" Lars says, stiffening against him, hands stopping its movements.

Kirk sucks in a harsh breath, peeks up at Lars from under his chin.

"It's not the first time."

Lars blinks at him as though he’s not heard him right, before he brings Kirk in closer to him.

“Shit.”

“Yeah,” Kirk says, voice thick and wet. He supposes he should feel awkward, pressed up against Lars like this, but truthfully it just feels like home. Like this is what he’s been missing all these years. Even the heartbreak and the anger feels like years away now that he’s finally in Lars’s arms again.

“Have you tried his work?” Lars asks, leaning away to look at Kirk’s face.

Kirk looks up at him, eyes glazed.

“They’re closed,” he says, sniffing, pulling away lightly to be eye level with Lars.

“Does he still work for Cliff?”

Kirk nods, finally shifting upwards, rubbing away the wetness under his eyes. Lars’s arm doesn’t leave him.

“Don’t you have his number? You can call and ask if James was okay when he left?”

See, this is the reason why he needed Lars. He needed his level headedness otherwise he would’ve called the police already. Not that that’s not on the cards.

“Okay,” Kirk sniffs, reaching over the couch to get his phone.

He dials Cliff’s number, Lars’s hand falling to the side.

It rings a few times before Cliff picks up.

“What?”

“It’s Kirk,” Kirk says, voice shaky. “Did James come into work today?”

There’s a big sigh on the other end of the phone.

“Yeah.”

“He’s not come home,” Kirk says, tries not to sound like he’s pistoning headfirst into a panic attack. Lars shifts next to him, a tentative hand coming up to smooth over his knee. Kirk eases into the contact, even if he knows in the back of his mind that he shouldn’t.

“I know,” Cliff replies, sounding bored, but is probably high. He always seems to be high, even when he’s at work.

“What? What do you-“ Kirk cuts himself off with a shuddering breath, bringing a hand up to drive the heel into his eye socket.

He won’t cry again. It’s already bad enough that he’s made Lars come over when he probably has better things to do. Like sort his flat out. Or sleep.

“He came to work this morning, moping. And proceeded to quietly get drunk until he couldn’t even stand anymore so I took him home.”

“And you didn’t think to call?” Kirk cries, can’t quite believe what he’s hearing. James got drunk on the job? It wouldn’t be the first time, but usually Kirk would just get a call to pick his trollied ass up. Kirk doesn’t know how James still has a job, especially as his alcohol problem seems to be getting worse.

“Hey, I’m not his chaperone,” Cliff bites back.

“So he’s okay?” Kirk asks, feeling his nerves settle a bit now that he knows James isn’t dwelling in the cop shop for drunk driving.

“He fine.”

Kirk lets out a strangled laugh, tilting his head upwards. Wow. He feels like an idiot.

“I’m gonna come and get him,” he says, feeling Lars squeeze his knee gently.

“Suit yourself,” Cliff yawns before hanging up.

Kirk swallows, lets his hands drop.

“I can’t believe him,” he says. He’s not sure if he’s referring to Cliff or James.

“At least he’s okay,” Lars says, pulling his hand away.

“I’m sorry I made you come. You can go if you want.”

Lars scoffs, shakes his head.

“I’m not going anywhere. I can’t leave you like this.”

Kirk smiles. He feels a pull downwards and he flicks his gaze to Lars’s lips. Oh, what he’d do to just lean in and kiss him.

But then, now that he’s not so anxious over James, all of his past emotions, mostly betrayal spring up and he scoots away, stands up before Lars can even say anything.

“Cmon then. Let’s go pick him up.”

[lesbiannieism]

what do you mean he’s a crime lord he’s just a silly little guy

[nightmaredollyyy]

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 😂☠️🗡️

[justicefortulsa]

not a lot☹️ just forever😖 intertwined😢sewn together 😭😭

darry soda and pony u guys deserve the world and everything in it i luv you………,,,..,,

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i finally finished this nd i think i’m pretty proud of it yippee and i lowkey mixed the musical and movie descriptions of them so ignore that i wanted too

i also have like 3 different versions of this so idk which i like most raaah

[classichorrorblog]

Friday the 13th Part VIII: Jason Takes Manhattan (1989)

[toasterfroggy]

happy father's day to darrel curtis and darrel curtis only

[chaparro0456]

Tim: So are we going to talk about the elephant in the room

Damian stole a full grown elephant from the zoo 

Damian: His name is Dumbo if we’re going to talk about

Bruce: Damian you have returned the elephant

Damian : HIS NAME IS DUMBO AND IM GOING TO TRAIN HIM TO FLY AND RIDE INTO BATTLES !

Dumbo does a war cry !

Damian: he has a heart of a warrior!

Jason: I blame dick for this

Dick: why me ?!

Jason: You’re the one that keeps showing him Disney movies

Dick: Sorry for trying to give a regular children movies and not the Braveheart movie

Jason: It’s a good movie !

Bruce : Damian you can’t keep dumbo

Damian: you may take my life but never take my freedom!

[the-bat-bros]

Bruce wdym you don’t want your girlfriend bonding with your kids how else is she supposed to integrate into the family?

From the latest update of Wayne Family Adventures on Webtoons

[hangingoffence]

gk jason (with a stubble bc hes too naked without it)

[kirk-says-wah]

SHAMELESSLY ASKING FOR ROB W/ JASON OR CLIFF (whatever you prefer) ANGST OR FLUFF OR BOTH (I’ll let you choose cause I’m just asking) CAUSE I WANT MY BOI ROB IN YOUR WRITING STYLE

-unhinged anon🛐🛐 RRRRRAAAAAHHHHHHHHH🦅

Thank you for the request! You can also read it here

𝐂𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐖𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐲

Pairing: Rob/Jason

- angst and fluff

“What took you so long?”

They’re the first words Rob hears when he opens the front door, bones stiff and tired, and he’d rather just curl up than be sucked into an impending argument.

He sighs, drops his bag by the coat stand. Jason’s watching him from the couch, face pained, as though he’d been the one to go through ten gruelling hours of rehearsal.

“James wanted to go over a few more things,” Rob says, tries to justify his lateness. It’s nearing one o clock in the morning, and lately that seems to be the same time he gets home every day. Jason doesn’t always wait up, and Rob doesn’t blame him. Jason left this life, a life of Metallica, because it was doing exactly this; taking everything he has and is.

“You’ve got to stop letting them push you around,” Jason says, ignoring the tv that’s mildly whirring in the background.

“Fuck I-“ Rob stops, pressing the heel of his palm into his hand before crumpling. “I don’t want to argue about this right now. I’m tired.”

All the fight leaves him then. He just wants to go to bed. He goes to step past Jason but a hand around his wrist stops him.

“I’m sorry,” Jason murmurs, moving to thread his fingers against Rob’s. “I just don’t like it when they overwork you.”

Rob exhales, lets himself be pulled down onto the couch.

“It’s not the end of the world. We’ve got to get these songs down before we go on tour.”

“I know,” Jason says, moving to tuck a piece of long dark hair behind Rob’s hair. “Believe me, out of everyone, I’m the one who knows how much pressure they put on you.”

Rob relaxes into his touch, closing his eyes as Jason gently brushes over the hair on his head.

“I love you, you know that right?” Jason says quietly, pressing a kiss to Rob’s temple.

Rob smiles, twists, presses his lips against Jason’s.

They kiss quietly, Rob’s fingers moving up to thread in Jason’s short curly hair.

Jason smiles against him, and Rob pulls away slightly, kissing Jason’s nose.

“I love you too.”

[ethanhoewke]

if i die i die

credit: hewittswhore

[skaryskeletons]

[phierecycled]

not enough credit is given to anthony rosenthal's performance as jason. just look at the way he responds to mendel telling him "we can't be sure... when or if whizzer will ever get better". it's gut wrenching

[classichorrorblog]

Friday The 13th Part VIII: Jason Takes Manhattan (1989)

[toasterfroggy]

"its just a girl harmonizing with her fan" WRONG it's johnny and dally looking down on the rest of the greasers after they died while being close to each other