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hopelesslyromanticshark · 1 month

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⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ I Am My Mother's Daughter

content: jason grace x daughter of hera! reader fic warning: pure pure unredeemable angst author's note: poor you, you already know how this one ends...

"jason, i don't feel good about this quest," you muttered, wrapping your arms around yourself as you paced the zeus cabin. jason frowned, looking over his shoulder from his seat at his desk.

"why? what's up, honey?" jason probed but you just chewed at your nails in response, "c'mon, talk to me."

"i- i just- i have a bad feeling. like, here, right here, and it's so so deep, jase, and i can't shake it," you finally let out, shoving your hands into your chest pointedly. you stopped, closing your eyes and taking a few calming breaths.

"i'll be okay. you know me. i'm good at not dying," jason teased, standing up and making his way towards you. with every step closer, the tension in your shoulders was slowly letting up and you were starting to shrink. jason set one hand against your waist and the other cupped your cheek, which you nuzzled into without thinking.

"but-...what if...?" you let your question hang in the air, not willing to speak the words into existence. saying it makes it real, which was the last thing you wanted.

"y/n, look at me," jason ordered and you instantly darted your eyes up, locking them with his electric blue ones.

"i'm coming back. i've gotta come back. you wanna know why? i've got you waiting for me. looking all pretty, undoubtably," jason started and you breathed out a laugh, which widened jason's smile just the slightest bit, "i'm going to come back. and we're going to get a nice ring and im going to propose and we're going to get married. and your mom is going to be so, so happy."

"yes, her champion and only daughter, finally married. she's gonna scream," you cut in, smiling at the scene jason was playing out for you. his thumb was rubbing against your cheek and his hold was just so soft. he made it easy to fall in love with him, you thought fleetingly.

"oh, she'll be overjoyed. a union between jupiter and hera? best of the best, surely. then we'll go to school and move to new rome like you always wanted. and we'll have all the kids you want and then we can grow old. most importantly, we're doing all of that together. because im coming back," continued jason, nearly getting lost in the daydream as well. he rested his forehead against yours, relishing in the fact that he had you and you had him. as he pulled away following a small peck, you pressed your lips to the palm of his hand.

"promise?" you asked, hesitantly. you wanted to believe in his fantasies - really, you did - but it was hard to suspend reality like that.

"on the river-"

"no, no, not that one! just...just a normal promise," you begged, your hand shooting up and clutching the wrist of the hand that was pressed to your cheek.

"okay, okay. i promise. on our future. how's that?" he offered and strangely enough thunder rolled outside, drawing both of your eyes.

"storms coming," jason explained away, quickly, to ease your racing thoughts.

"you'd know, wouldn't you, weather boy?" you teased, attempting your best lighthearted smile. jason laughed softly, rolling his eyes before looking at you with a fondness you'd only ever seen from him.

"ha, ha, very funny. you've been spending too much time with percy, princess," he mused, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing a kiss to your shoulder as you giggled.

"duh! you know i love percy! and le-" you cut yourself off, your smiling slipping at the thought of the boy. you cleared your throat, knowing jason had it worse from the way his muscles tensed and he froze. instantly, you muttered an apology to his skin, followed by soft kisses. jason shook it off rather quickly, pressing a solid kiss to your cheek.

"...can i pack for you?" you asked, softly, and jason smiled at you in the way he always did.

"of course, honey. you always know what to pack for me. oh, and spray your perfume in there again. that was nice on the last quest," jason hummed, taking your hand before twirling you around in cabin one, your giggles filling him with a joy he was sure couldn't be measured.

and then that dreaded day came. you had spent the night in the zeus cabin, chrion and mr. d be damned, as you refused to leave jason's side. every day, the feeling just kept growing and spreading through your body. you've felt diagnosed it as dread but you had a feeling will would say its something different...something like preemptive grief. you squeezed jason so tight he teased you about it endlessly. and you'd laugh, but with every minute that ticked by and every breath jason breathed, you couldn't help but think that every single one would be the last.

"i'll see you later?" jason offered as the two of you stood on the steps of the zeus cabin.

"you'd better," you hissed out, wrapping your arms around his shoulder and burying yourself into the crook of his neck. jason couldn't help but respond similarly, his hold around your waist bone crushing and the sprawling of his hands over your back bring you less comfort than they usually did.

"i love you so, so, so much, jason grace. please, gods, be safe. and come home. just come home," you muttered into his skin, praying to every god you could name in your head, hoping they were feeling gracious and kind.

"i love you more than i can think to put into words, y/n l/n. im coming home, it's already written by the fates. they'd have to do more than a measly quest to tear us apart. i still have to marry you, princess," jason hummed into your cheek before planting a kiss there, followed by a solid kiss to your lips. a desperate kiss, a kiss that was the pinnacle of love, a kiss that was also a promise. a sealing and final kiss, the kind you'd see from lovers before travel or before war. a kiss that said all the feelings you couldn't put into words.

nico watched this from a distance, watched as you held jason's hand as long as you could before you couldn't reach anymore and yours hands were pulled apart. he watched as you stood outside cabin one, your hands curled over your heart like you were protecting it and tears steadily pouring out of your eyes. he watched as jason sniffed away his own tears, determined to be the strong one out of the two of you. and he couldn't help but feel a tiny drop in his stomach. like something bad was bound to happen. he had fleeting thoughts of jason looking like bianca and you looking like a younger him. but he was quick to crunch these under his combat boots. because that would make him percy.

in hindsight, nico had wished he'd given those thoughts more time to fester. allowed the possibility to grow mold in the back of his mind. give him time to think about how to deal with a situation like that - no, no, a situation like this. it was happening, nico was watching it in real time. jason grace, the son of jupiter and lover of the daughter of hera, was dying, was dead. and there was nothing he could do. no plan he could make and no trick to pull to make it all go away. no, jason grace's fate was sealed the moment he lost his hold on y/n's hand.

so, when nico walked into camp with out jason grace, he wasn't all that surprised to see you outside cabin one. he could almost believe that you hadn't moved an inch since they left but he could tell that wasn't true from the fact that you were in different clothes. jason's clothes, to be specific. the same clothes that jason always bragged smelled like his lovely girlfriend. his girlfriend, who's gentle heart nico was about to break - shatter, destroy, whatever you want to call it. you knew before nico even reached you, already crying with your clasped hands still protectively held over your heart.

"y/n-"

"he's not coming home...is he?" you managed to choke out, your eyes locked on nico as your lips wobbled and tears began to smear your vision. nico hung his head, shaking it gently.

"i'm sorry," he whispered but it got lost in your sobs. you fell to your knees, thudding against the porch outside that damned zeus cabin. you were trying, desperately, to get words out but the only thing that managed to escape from your mouth were cries. horrid, horrid sounds of just pure heartbreak and grief. you were rocking yourself, knowing you had to calm down but struggling to find it in yourself to want to. nico was on the ground with you in seconds, hesitating before shooting forwards with his hands, awkwardly fumbling about until they found a soothing pattern on your back.

and nico felt the urge to apologize to percy. yes, he'd been a child when percy broke the news of his sister to him but...now he knew what it felt like. and it was a pain that nico was sure was immeasurable. how percy ever looked nico in the eye again, he wasn't sure.

months passed and things changed, but never your grief. you felt it every single damn day. but, you didn't show it. you pulled yourself back up and only cried in the privacy of your cabin. cabin one would be cleared out, removed of jason's bed and jason's desk, ready for the next poor doomed child of zeus. you clung tightly to jason's dreams, ensure they were still achieved. you fought for alters for minor gods, helping with planning and placement. you ensured the divide between camp jupiter and camp half blood was nonexistent, visiting both regularly. and at the end of every day, you'd cry up in bed and you'd just cry. you'd cry, and cry, and cry until you tuckered yourself out like an infant and fell asleep. and then you'd do it all over again.

"y/n? you home?" called a familiar voice, followed by some slightly patterned knocking against her door. a smile tugged at the voice, leaning forwards to watch the newly back to life son of hephaestus walk in.

"hey, leo, what's up, hon?" you asked, softly, from your curled up position in one of the many fancy lounge chairs in your cabin. leo attempted to offer you a wide smile, but it didn't quite reach his eyes as he plopped down into a seat of his own. he pressed his fingers into his forehead, rubbing at it like he was troubled.

"y/n...this is going to seem cruel, i think, but i- i can't keep it anymore. it's eating me up inside. i tried throwing it away but i just- i just dug it back out again," leo panickily rambled, leaning forwards in his seat as his chest started to heave. within seconds, you were crouching beside the boy, rubbing his back comfortingly and smiling softly at him.

"it's okay, we're okay. whatever it is, i can take it," you told leo, who shook his head.

"no, no, i shouldn't have- gods, this sucks. he sucks for putting us in this position," leo bit out, bitterly, pressing the heels of his hands to his eyes, which you were quick to discourage and push back against.

"i agree," you added, locking eyes with leo's tearfilled ones.

"it's not fair."

"i also agree with that one," you continued and leo smiled the slightest bit before sighing and reaching into his pocket and grasping something firmly in his hand, turning his body towards you.

"he...he had me make this. something about not wanting anyone else to do it. we worked together on this for months because-...because it was never perfect enough for him, for you. but...he finally liked it. right before gaea and all that shit. he was...he was just waiting for the perfect moment. im...yeah, im sorry," leo ranted, slowly uncurling his hands and presenting you with an engagement ring. and it was perfect and beautiful and all a girl could ever ask for. and it was painful and heartbreaking and stood for a marriage that would never exist now that he was gone. but you couldn't help but smile as your shaking hands gently took it from leo's palm, sliding it onto your ring finger. naturally, with how well jason knew you, it fit like a glove.

"thank you, leo. this- this means a lot, thank you," you gasped out, crying while smiling at the boy and grasping his hand with your now ring adorn one.

"im sorry," he whispered out, crying with you. you shook your head at him, giving his hands a tight squeeze.

"don't be," you basically ordered and leo just nodded before takign his sniffling leave. you gave him a box of tissues to take with him, refusing to take 'no' for an answer. you also ordered him to spend lunch with you next week, so you guys could talk, maybe get piper to come too. maybe even all of them.

but, that evening, for the first time in a while, you went to bed without crying. you went to bed with your right hand resting right over your heart, right where you carried your sweet son of jupiter, right where he lived on.

the cold metal of your ring warmed in seconds from the pure love that radiated from that spot. not just your love, but the love jason left behind for you, left to course and beat through your heart. to lovingly haunt your soul until you joined him down below.

#postcards from covey ౨ৎ #all my love ౨ৎ #pjo #hoo #heroes of olympus x reader #toa #jason grace #jason grace x you #jason grace x reader #jason grace angst

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astral--horrorshow · 11 months

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Around-The-Clock Shadows

Platonic Yandere ROTTMNT x Reader

Info: This will be a full-length fic including multiple ROTTMNT characters, the main storyline revolves around the Mad Dogs.

Fic Summary: You sure are likeable, aren't you?

Chapter 1: Preparations and Purple Dragons

Characters: Kendra, Jase, Jeremy, Donatello, Raphael, Michaelangelo, Leonardo

A/N: Kicking off the first day of my summer break with a fic! I've been working on this for a while now, so I hope you like it! Apologies for the short length and any bad writing! I was very inspired by @yanteetle , @pianocat939 , @yanyanderes , and @yandere-toons ! (edit: @oleander-nin too!!)

If you want to be added to a taglist, just say the word! If you want to draw fanart or make anything based off of this, I would be literally honored. Please don't be shy, I will love whatever you make! If you have any questions about the fic, feel free to ask!

TW: Kidnapping plans, toxic relationships, stalking, Jase gets kicked in the shin (spoiler: it's Kendra), attempted(?) peer pressure, Leo and Donnie are creepers.

I do not condone any of the behaviors found or done in this fic. This story is purely for entertainment purposes. If you or someone you know is being treated like this, please contact the authorities.

Please Reblog writer's work!

Chapter Summary: You hang out with the Purple Dragons, and the Hamato brothers prepare for your arrival.

Word Count: 1166

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Kendra had her hand on the back of your neck, leading you further into the Purple Dragon's closed-off corner of the computer lab.

"And this is the Dragon's Tooth," she said as she pointed to a large, circular table with a small, green device suspended in a glass tube.

"Oooo!" You leaned towards it in curiosity, careful to not get too close to the lasers, "What does it do?" Before Kendra could answer you, Jase rushed over and started to explain with a speedy voice, "The Dragon's Tooth is a military-grade piece of technology that- ow!"

Kendra had kicked him in the shin. Hard. From what you had known about her, she didn't like to be interuppted.

"Shut up, Jase," Kendra snapped.

Jase kneeled on the ground on one leg, rubbing the kicked one with a grimace on his angular face. You reached out to him, but Kendra casually pulled you by the collar of your shirt next to her, placing her hand on the back of the neck you craned to see if Jase was okay and pushed you along yet again.

Your watch suddenly let out a long, piercing beep, which caused your gaze to turn to the plastic screen.

"Oh, I need to get home!" You exclaimed, rushing from Kendra to grab your bag.

"Awh, c'mon, can't you stay a little longer?" Jeremy strolled towards you along with the rest of the Purple Dragons. You were, quite literally, cornered by them, but you still persisted in your quest to return home.

"But I really gotta leave! I'll see you tommorow!" You rushed out, waving to the students strung up by their knickers outside their tech cubbyhole. The Purple Dragons didn't pursue, looking at the silent, red device on the collar of shirt in a cocktails of smugness and satisfaction (mostly from Kendra) and slight guilt of invading your privacy (mostly Jase).

You rushed to the bike racks as soon as you came out of the double doors of the High School. Going to unlock your bike, you spotted a figure in purple slink down an alleyway.

You pulled up to your residence, locking your bike and unlocking the door to your home. Taking off your shoes, and setting your bag down on your bed, you flopped down onto the carpet, feeling the rough material rubbing against your cheek. Despite it grating against your face, you found a sense of comfort in the act. You turned towards your bed, focusing on the underside. Stuck to one of the nails of the supports, was a bright orange piece of cloth. You reached out your arm, grabbing the fabric between your fingers. It was a bit worn, but perfectly clean otherwise. How odd, you didn't remember having any clothes like that.

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You opened the freezer door, shivering at the blast of cold air hitting your face. You grabbed the ice cream container as fast you could, and gingerly closed the freezer as to not wake up your family. As you sucked the spoon free of the frozen treat, you gazed at the moonlight filtering through your kitchen. There were a few clouds, but otherwise it was clear. You couldn't see the stars, though. Not in New York City, where lights and air pollution thrive. Putting the ice cream back, (you couldn't eat so much to the point where it would be noticeable) you pulled your blanket tighter around your shoulders and tiptoed back to your bedroom. You buried yourself under the warm covers, a welcome respite from the cold, and closed your eyes, unaware of the being outside your window.

Leonardo chuckled to himself, and propped his elbows up on the windowstill. He watched you cutely snuggle your pillow, your cheek squishing against it. The only thing he wanted was to pinch and squish them 'till they got numb, but bringing you home sooner than planned would make the rest of your new brothers irritated at him. You fell asleep almost immediately, you must've been so tired, poor baby. He pulled out his phone, and dialed a number.

"Hey, Don- what? Yeah, I know it's late. Don't shout at me right now. Yeah, add ice cream to the list."

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Mikey skipped into the room, holding a pair of slippers in his hand. He set them down near the bed just as Donatello finished spreading a thick, fluffy blanket on it.

"Ah, thank you, Michael," Donnie spoke upon seeing Mikey with the slippers.

"Anything for them!" Mikey squealed, obviously shaking with excitement.

"Hey, party people," Leo casually called out as he strolled into the room, holding his ōdachi over his shoulders like they were regular sticks instead of mystical, deadly weapons. Upon the red-earned sliders entrance, Donnie turned and glared.

"Leo, I don't see why you had to call me at exactly 2:38 AM last night. It could've waited until morning."

"What?" Leo pulled his hand to his chest in mock indignation, "And not complete the list? I swear, it's like you don't even want them to be happy here!"

"Of course I do!"

Before their squabble could turn into a full-on argument, Raph burst in the room with a number of plushies of different shapes, sizes, and colors in his arms, which he started to arrange on the bed. Donnie sauntered away from Leo to help Raph in an attempt to keep his temper under control, and Mikey arranged things around the room. Leo slumped his shoulders, made a portal with a single slash of his ōdachi, and fell backwards into it.

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Donatello typed on his keyboard, occasionally turning his gaze to the other screens, which had a plethora of security cameras, locations of trackers, and information displayed on them. "Occasionally" being every few seconds. Eventually, he gave up on his coding and leaned back to soak up all the information on you and blue light the multiple moniters could give him. He was the number one expert on you, which he had to be if you were going to be happy in the Lair. He was also going to be your older brother soon, which meant he had to make up for all the missing years. You didn't know how much you needed them all, but you would soon. Very, very soon. A ping from his phone pulled him from his obsessive thoughts. He had sent S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N to guard you throughout the day when he or his brothers couldn't do it themselves. His eyes widened to saucers when he saw the feed from his creation.

You, standing there. With the Purple Dragons. Talking to you. Touching you. The Purple Dragons. You, oblivious to their danger.

Donnie leapt up from his chair and sprinted toward the door, racing through the halls. He wouldn't let that horrible, deceiving, Kendra and her flunkies take advantage of you. Over his dead body.

"I'll be there very soon," he thought, "Wait for me just a little longer.

I'll save you."

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A/N: *chuckles* you're in danger.

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writerofthewinds · 1 year

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Masterlist :

My global tumblr master list :

-Rules and fandoms I write for

-Upcoming projects

Masterlist updates as I go.

PJO master list :

Jason grace :

NSFW alphabet An NSFW alphabet full of sexual headcanons

Fluff Alphabet A fluff alphabet full of nonsexual headcanons about being his romantic partner

Forgotten Legacy A fanfic post-ToA where you're working together on an anthropology project

Your mouth is mine to do as I please A smut fic where a jealous jase decides to teach you to who your mouth belongs.

Jason grace with Arabic boyfriend Headcanons about him having an Arabic boyfriend!

Jason grace with a boyfriend with anger issues hc's

Somebody call the blonde! A fic I had the idea while writing the HCs about anger issues.

I thought I lost you A fic where the reader is a child of aurora with angst to fluff at the end

Percy Jackson :

NSFW alphabet An NSFW alphabet full of sexual headcanons

Fluff alphabet A fluff alphabet full of nonsexual headcanons about being his romantic partner

Will Solace :

NSFW alphabet

Descendants :

Ben Florian :

Random headcanons

Random headcanons part 2

The title with no hyperlinks means they still need to be published.

Grishaverse:

Nikolai Lantsov :

Fluff alphabet

NSFW alphabet

Last update: 15.04.2023

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im-done-with-this-im-out · 1 year

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Protective (J.T x F!READER) P.T1

For@p4inis who requested a Jason Todd fic with "Where whatever you want. I can fight". I'm literally hyper fixated on Jason Todd right now. I need things to write about with him.

Warnings: Established relationship, Female! Reader, Jason is taller than reader, implied smut, mentions of physical violence, Mentions of Sexual harassment, Jason and reader smoke weed, Jason shotguns with the reader, swearing,

Its midnight when I'm writing this so its probably shite. Not proof read at all.

(Part 2)

'Wayne Gala tonight. I'm expected to be there. Where something pretty.' That's all you got from Jason. Just a text at 12:34 in the afternoon on a Friday.

'What's the dress code?' You text back. You run into your bathroom, turning on the water to your shower. You strip out of your pajamas and throw them into the hamper in your bathroom.

You set your phone down on the bathroom counter as you brush your teeth, looking in the mirror at the barely there hickey Jason had left about a week before. You set your toothbrush down and take a sip of water, swishing it around in your mouth when your phone chimes.

'Black Tie. Cocktail dresses and such.'

'Okay. What suit will you be wearing?' You spit the water out of your mouth and take off the silver necklace Jason had bought you for valentines day the year prior.

'The all black one. I plan on wearing that red tie Demon spawn got me.'

'Okay gonna hop in the shower. brb' You set your phone down on the counter and grab your towels and set them on the toilet, jumping into the water.

Stepping out of the shower, you grab your hair towel, wrapping your hair up and piling it on top of your head. You grab the second towel, your body towel, and wrap it around your body. Walking over to the sink, you grab your phone, reading a text from Jason

'BTW I'm bringing you a jacket, it's gonna be cold in the venue. Bruce went all out and got ice sculptures and shit. SMH.'

You smile and shake your head at Jason's antics. ever since he died he always ran very warm never needing much more than a leather jacket in Gotham winters.

'Your leather one?'

'Yes my leather one.'

You walk back into your room, throwing your phone down on your bed and open your closet. Pushing all of the clothes to the side you reach the side where you keep all of your fancy stuff, cocktail dresses, blouses, dress pants and suits.

"Go With the red floor length dress, The sparkly one. It'd match my tie."

"Jesus Christ Jase. Gave me a fucking heart attack" You turn to see Jason leaning up against the doorframe to your room, joint in hand. He's dressed in an all black suit, with a ruby red tie and black dress shoes. On top of the suit is his classic black leather jacket.

"Sorry princess. Didn't mean to scare ya." He walks over pulling a hit. He kisses you open hand coming up to cup your cheek, thumb rubbing over your cheekbone before descending. His hand now rests on your jaw, thumb pulling your bottom lip down, opening your mouth as he breathes the smoke from his lungs into your mouth.

You inhale the smoke, letting it sit in your lungs as he pulls away, still keeping his hand on your jaw as he pulls another hit. "You sure about the red dress?"

"Why wouldn't I be?" Jason kisses you again, this time short and chaste, before pulling away completely and setting the still burning joint on the ashtray on your nightstand. "Its hot as fuck and you look so fucking good in it."

"That's the problem" You say, pulling the dress out and placing it on the bed. "It's- well it's revealing. Plus I know how you can get"

"The fuck do you mean by that?" He asks, walking over to your dresser, pulling out a matching red lingerie's set.

You unwrap the towel off your body, throwing it on the chair in front of your desk. "Well I Don't exactly feel like getting kicked out because you start a fight Jase." Jason hands the set over to you

"That's not what I meant." He says sitting down on your bed next to the dress. "You said 'it's revealing' like that's a problem" He reaches over onto the nightstand to grab the joint, tapping the ash off.

"Jason I don't want to be harassed by creepy ass old men all night just for wearing the dress." You slip the lace panties on, the fabric feeling snug on your skin. "Honestly I might just wear that damn suit Damian got me for the Wayne Christmas Foundation Party. Would make my life easier."

"Wear whatever you want, gorgeous. I can fight."

"And that's why I'm worried Jaybird. I don't want you starting fights over me." Jason stands up, placing the joint in between your lips, taking the bra from you, turning you around to face the mirror with him on your back.

"Any fight I will ever start over you," He grabs your hand gently, pulling the strap over your arm before repeating the action on the other side. "Is a fight for the most noble of causes." He pulls the band tight, clipping the bra in place.

"Damn." You say pulling a hit of the joint "If we didn't have a Gala to attend in an hour and a half, I would be jumping your bones right now Jason Todd."

Jason laughs, pulling the now nearly burnt out joint from your lips. "We can always be fashionably late." He says with a grin.

"No, we will not be fashionably late." You walk over to the dress on the bed and gently take it off the hanger. "But if you behave yourself tonight you might just end up getting lucky."

"Is that a promise doll?" He says. Jason places the now burnt out joint on the ashtray and grabs the hanger from your hand. "Cause if so you have a deal."

"I promise." you chuckle. You bunch the skirt of the dress up and pull it over your head, allowing the fabric to fall over your hips.

"Is this a yes to the dress?" Jason walks over, grabbing the string for the top of the dress, pulling them over your shoulder.

"Maybe." You Adjust the fabric of the top part of the dress, pulling it so that it's comfortable and allowing Jason to pull the strings tight and tie them off.

"God you look so sexy right now." He bites his lip, checking you out. "I might just have to take you right here."

"I literally have a towel wrapped around my head and I don't have any makeup on. How hot could I actually be right now." you say

"The beauty of a woman isn't in the clothes she wears, the way she combs her hair, or the makeup with which she adorns," Jason Quotes "It is in her eyes, as the eyes are the windows to her heart, the most purely her thing she has."

"Did you seriously just quote Audrey Hepburn?" you say. you pull your hair out of the towel, walking over to your desk to grab the discarded towel.

"Maybe I did, what are you gonna do about it hmm?" You walk back into your bathroom hanging your towels on the towel rack on the wall. "I mean come on Todd, you are a theater kid for crying out loud. couldn't you come up with anything better?" You tease the smile you send him over your shoulder confirms it for him.

"She walks in beauty, like the night. Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that’s best of dark and bright. Meet in her aspect and her eyes; Thus mellowed to that tender light" He recites. The gentle love he stares at you with makes your heart tingle as you open the drawer with all your makeup.

"That's much better."

#jason todd #arkham knight #red hood #jason todd x reader #arkham knight x reader #red hood x reader #jasontoddxreader #arkhamknightxreader #redhoodxreader #dc #dceu #batfam

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starlightshadowsworld · 7 months

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The temptation to write a fic about when Percy and Annabeth fall into Tartarus.

.... Jason jumps off the Argo II after them.

His only thought "not them, not them, not them!"

He summons all of his power, pushes past all his mental and physical limits to reach them.

Because Jason's never had friends before.

Not like this.

"It's every man for himself, Grace."

"You failed this quest and for what? Because you couldn't leave them behind?"

Jason's lost every home he's ever known.

Everyone who once looked to him in respect.

Now they see him and screams "traitor."

But not these guys.

He thinks he hears someone screaming.

Someone will tell him later it was him.

Tartarus itself is pushing him back.

Jason's vision blurrs but he keeps going.

He can't lose anyone else.

His muscles are crying out.

But he keeps going.

"Jase"

Percy's smile is soft.

It's sad.

Annabeth's is an echo of his.

With warmth in their eyes.

Jason doesn't deserve that warmth.

Not when he can't reach them.

"It's okay"

He can't reach them.

"Jase, it's okay, go back."

He shakes his head but his body is shaking.

The force of Tartarus slamming against his body like a wall.

"We'll see you on the other side, I trust you to get em there."

With reluctance, Jason meets both of their gazes.

And nods.

Just in time for his body to give up.

Tartarus pushes him back and there's nothing Jason can do to stop it.

He's sent flying backwards.

He would've slammed into the ship if not for Frank.

Frank who caught him in arms, held him tightly.

Like he expected Jason to jump back down.

Jason might have.

Would have.

If he didn't immediately black out.

He failed them.

Just Jason waking up, falling back on old habits, trying to keep everyone going while he falls apart.

And the rest of the crew coming together to keep him afloat.

#jason grace #heroes of olympus #annabeth chase #percy jackson #frank zhang

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perseusjackson-jasongrace · 4 months

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percy isn’t a fan of pools. they’re too still, too artificial . water is not meant to be contained. but he hasn’t been in one for years. and maybe it’s time to see if he’s better at keeping himself in control. at least this time there will be someone there to help him. keep him safe. at least this time, it’s on his own terms.

(I obviously still suck at summaries. 24 years old and I still don’t know how to say the right thing to make people understand what they’re about to read :/ anyway read percy getting into a pool for the first time in years while jason, his safety net, keeps a close and adoring eye on him)(I love them your honour)

(this fic is based off of a headcanon by @/shorlinesorrows. you can find a link to the headcanon and their profile in the beginning notes of this fic).

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holy hell and high waters please understand you are NOT hallucinating yes I AM actually posting something I knooowww even im shocked.

but @shorlinesorrows posted the most gorgeous headcanon about percy hating pools because they are too constricting and stagnant, unlike the ocean, and it made my brain buzz so good I had to do something with that.

and naturally, because I’m me and you guys know that, I made it a whole Moment for jase and pers. because when do I ever give up on the chance to make something about them? exactly never. also naturally, and because it’s me, this is not edited in anyway. if you see a mistake: make a wish! you know they come true MWAH!

anyway I hope you enjoy this, and please be sure to give that headcanon some love over on tumbles. it really is such a brilliant idea!

no content warnings for this one. it’s pretty tame since it’s more about percy than about any actual couple jercy type thing

but of course I have songs so please do check out these if you want a collection of music to listen to while reading this

marine turtle by nct u (title) (almost mandatory to listen to while reading. almost)

somebody by jungkook

leave by straykids

we are by the boyz

still monster by enyphen

wait by dino (because im so proud of him!)

okay i love you enjoy!!!!

#percy jackson #jason grace #pjo #hoo #pjjg fanfic #jercy

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sibillascribbles08 · 2 months

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@hotmothsummer tumblr continues to hate your main : ( but I got u

28.Teaching the other something new (I decided hey I just posted them flying around, why not Donnie teaching Jase how to do that)

“This is absolutely the worst idea you've ever had, Donnie.”

“Nonsense, you and I both know I’ve had far worse.”

Jason wanted to argue with that as he stared down at the street below. Why did they have to do this from such a tall building to start? He was going to be sick.

“Come on, it’ll be easy.” Donnie smiled at him as his hover shell opened up and he practically walked through the air to stand in front of him. “You’ve already made yourself hover during training.”

“Yeah. Hover. Not fly!” Jason gestured at the grey, night sky above them. “There is no guarantee I can stay attached to my dragon for that long. Or whatever it is that does it.”

“If you fall I will be right here to catch you.”

Jason tried to glare at him, as if he wasn’t buying it, but Donnie only gave him a soft smile in return.

“This is so stupid.” He let out a shaky breath.

“Jase, you flew with this thing when you first got it.”

“You think I remember how I did that?” Sometimes he tried to forget that whole ordeal. He’d been scared out of his mind. When he first got ninpo, when he first summoned this dragon, he acted without really thinking about anything other than the fact he had to save Donnie. He had to save him no matter what.

Since then, the Hamatos had been doing everything they could to help him figure out how it works. By now he could reliably summon it, he could control it, but having the thing lift him into the air? Far more difficult.

He looked down at how far the street was again. “You couldn’t have picked a shorter building?”

Donnie shrugged. “A shorter fall means I have less time to catch you. Come on, summon it and at least try to float up. Then we can focus on moving outward.”

Jason let out a tired sigh. He wasn’t winning this argument it seemed. Even if he could just head back to the stairs and walk away, he really did need to get more in the habit of facing his fears.

He took a few deep breaths, feeling the mystic energy center in his chest before it moved outward. The dragon, like a creature made of light, twirled into the air and grew and grew until it towered behind Jase.

He lined his back up with its chest, feeling the energy sink into his skin. Bit by bit his feet left the ground.

His anxiety spiked. The dragon’s grip on him faltered, but it thankfully didn’t drop him.

“Yes, perfect.” Donnie shook his hands a few times before moving up to float at eye level. “Feel the lack of gravity? The freedom of it?”

“Freedom is not how I would describe this.” Jason focused on keeping his breathing steady.

“I’m sure it’ll feel better if you move around.” Donnie flew backwards, doing a twirl as he did. A faint trail was left behind by the propellers on his shell. “Come on, try to reach me.”

Jason took one more deep breath. Moving the dragon did become second nature recently. Raph taught him how, since the creature was so similar to the turtle’s projections. Think of it as an extension of yourself.

So he stepped forward, feeling it linger at his back. It definitely didn’t feel like he stepped onto anything solid, but he didn’t fall either.

He did, however, make the foolish mistake of glancing down. Seeing his legs over the open air made his heart stop.

“Jase.” Donnie snapped his fingers. “Just look at me.”

His gaze snapped back up, trying to focus on Donnie. Focus on how the light from his dragon faintly reflected on his scales.

His boyfriend held out his hand. Jason reached for it as he kept steadily moving forward, but he could feel the presence on his back slipping away. Deep breaths. Just a bit closer.

His fingers brushed against Donatello’s and then gravity ripped him free from his dragon’s grasp.

Jason screamed the moment he fell. He tried to not panic, to pull his dragon back, but seeing the street getting closer and closer made it impossible to do so.

Then arms wrapped around his middle and he jerked to a stop. The air flew out of his lungs and his glasses even slipped off his face. His hand shot out to catch them before they got very far.

He put them back on, ready to turn and look at Donnie, but the turtle tossed him into the air again. Jason shouted as he flipped over, now landing on his back.

Donnie smiled at him. “Told you I’d catch you. Also, maybe we should take your glasses off for this.”

“I have spares. You know this.” Jason rolled his eyes. He used the snarky comeback to pretend he wasn’t shaking. “Are lessons done for the day? Can we go home?”

“Don’t give up so easily. Try and summon your dragon again.”

Jason gave a tired sigh and let his head drop against Donnie’s shoulder. “I don’t think this is going to work.”

“You only tried once.”

“Donnie.” He hardened his tone. “I am stressed, freaked out, and feel like I’m about to throw up.”

“I don’t get it. You let me fly you around all the time.”

“Because you know what you’re doing. I trust you. I don’t trust myself, not yet.” He crossed his arms, practically pouting in his boyfriend’s arms. At least being this close helped slow his heart down.

“Then let’s try a different approach.” Donnie had to shatter that peace by jostling Jason once again, turning him upright. His arms wrapped around his chest.

Jason wanted to flail about in protest, but decided against that when they were still so high up. “Donnie, what are you doing?”

“We’re going to fly. Hold your arms out.”

“No, that’s stupid.”

“Put a hand out then, I don’t care. Just focus on the sensation, okay? Close your eyes if it helps.”

“Donnie can we just—”

No arguing about this either it seems. Donatello took off, rocketing straight up before twirling around.

Jason didn’t feel that frightened. Donnie had flown him around in so many different ways before. Holding him upright, sideways, and three times upside down due to catching him wrong. It took some getting used to at first, but at this point his boyfriend could plummet them both towards the ground and Jase wouldn’t even flinch.

He still thought this was stupid, but the air rushing through his hair and past his face lulled those thoughts away. He watched the city lights rush past them, then caught a brief glimpse of the sky as Donnie flew into a loop.

“Come on,” Donnie shouted over the roaring wind. “At least have your dragon fly with us.”

Jason sighed but once again gave in. He summoned the creature once more, letting it weave through the sky next to them. He thought way too much about what the people in the city would think about it if they saw it. Hopefully they’d assume it’s some kind of drone trick and not ask too many questions.

Jason shut his eyes. Might as well try to practice seeing through his dragon’s eyes instead while Donnie kept flying them around. Just how long did he plan to do this anyway?

Shifting his vision was something he still barely got the hang of. Even if he managed to access it, it came out so blurry. He hoped he didn’t need to give his dragon glasses too.

Even with the blurriness, he caught the flash of purple. Then it shot across the sky again.

“See?” Donnie’s laughter sounded farther away than it should. “You’re a natural at this.”

Jason opened his eyes.

Donnie flew in front of him now, just underneath the head of the dragon.

Jason stopped flying in an instant. His dragon did as well. His breath caught in his throat as he felt the weightlessness around him. He hadn’t even noticed when Donnie let go of him. Once again his dragon held him in the air instead, and this time it felt far sturdier.

“Stop overthinking it.” Donnie flew around him in a few circles. “Your dragon is an extension of yourself, yes? Just the image of both of you flying should do the trick.”

Jason crossed his arms, his dragon mimicking the motion. “You’re one to lecture me about overthinking.”

Donnie shrugged and flew higher. “Now try to catch me if you can, hm?”

Jason watched his boyfriend take off at such a speed, the only way to track him was by the trail of light he left behind.

So he narrowed his eyes, took one more deep breath, and flew after him.

Funny how normal it suddenly felt. Just as easy as letting Donnie glide him around in the sky. His gaze followed the softshell as he zipped through the air. His dragon would follow along his trail, like being pulled by an invisible string. Bit by bit Jason was catching up. He had the dragon open its jaws, trying to grab hold of Donnie, but the turtle would twist to the side to avoid it.

Jason found himself laughing as they both spiraled upwards, spinning around each other like a strand on DNA.

Finally within range, Jason’s dragon reached out with its claws and grabbed Donnie right out of the air.

“Hah.” Jason tried to shout, but took a moment to catch his breath from all the exhilaration and the laughter. “I won this round, Von Ryan.”

Jason brought his boyfriend closer, and Donnie stayed rigid as a poll, gently pressed between the dragon’s massive paws. His eyes were wide, was he frightened? No, with the way his mouth slightly hung open it was more like he was in awe.

Jason still worked on catching his breath. “What?”

“Ah, nothing.” The faintest of smiles crossed his face as he kept on staring. “Just looking at you. Backlit with all that purple light, your hair wild from the wind, and smiling so wide you can’t help but laugh.”

Heat rushed to his cheeks. His dragon immediately let go of Donnie who fell for a second before catching himself and hovering back up, though he still floated lower than Jason did.

“W-whatever.” Jason stuttered. “Are we done for the day now or—”

Donnie obviously wasn’t as he reached up, hands brushing against Jason’s cheeks. “You’re so beautiful, you know that?”

Jason grabbed his wrists and tugged them away. “Ugh, Donnie, I told you to quit saying that.”

Despite saying this, his dragon immediately betrayed him. The beast leaned its head down to brush its whiskers against Donnie’s cheek, then gently nuzzled his face.

The softshell laughed, scratching it under the chin. “Well, I think someone appreciates the compliment more than he cares to admit.”

“S-shut up.” Jason grumbled. “And you, knock that off.” He pointed at the dragon which didn’t listen to him in the slightest. It wrapped its neck around Donnie, tugging him closer. The entire time a low rumble hummed through the air. “Ugh, if I wasn’t flying above the city right now you’d be gone in an instant.”

“Well, maybe you should be the one hugging me instead.” Donnie smirked.

Jason rolled his eyes, but reached out to grab hold of Donnie’s face. His dragon finally let go in the process.

“I am not that pretty.” He insisted.

Donnie just kept on smiling, the lids of his eyes slowly falling. “Oh great deity of the sky, what a privilege it is to even be in your presence.”

“Okay, now you’re getting way too corny with it.”

Donnie laughed and Jason chose to cut it off with a kiss.

Huh, smooching his boyfriend while steadily floating above him felt kinda nice.

Maybe they could spend a few more minutes up here.

#rottmnt #scribbly fics #jasonnie #'how did jase even get his dragon'#its a long self indulgent story

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red-jaebyrd · 1 year

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Company For The Lonely

Summary: Dick could kick his own ass for not remembering what this particular day did to Jason every year.

Notes: This fic started off as a small ficlet in response to this art prompt "Lonely" by doc-anders.

I figured today was the perfect day to reblog this old fic of mine.

It was late and all Dick wanted to do right now was sleep. It had been a particularly busy week patrolling at night and even busier days at work. Every muscle in his body was screaming for rest and a reprieve. He was headed to his bedroom when he thought he heard a faint knock on his door.

He paused in the hallway to listen for another knock. Faintly, there was a second round of rapping on his door accompanied by shuffling feet. Dick racked his brain trying to figure out who would be showing up at his apartment this late at night. Looking into the peephole Dick was caught off guard at who he saw standing at his door. It was Jason. He quickly opened the door.

“Jase! You’re in the Blud. You didn’t call.”

“Yeah, I was in the neighborhood and figured I’d return your Walkman…” Jason mumbled.

“You’re here at 1am to return the Walkman you stole ten years ago…” Dick joked, but his smile faded as he took in the state of Jason standing in front of him. Jason wasn’t looking at him. There were bags under his eye and they were slowly filling with tears. “Jay, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing…it’s just…” Jason choked out. “…I’m just,”

And before Dick knew it, Jason launched himself at Dick wrapping both arms around him in a hug. “Can I stay here for a while?”

Dick quickly snapped out of his stupor and returned the hug. “You know you can.”

It was the hug from Jay that had startled Dick the most. The sudden embrace and request was more jarring than actually seeing Jason standing outside his apartment at one in the morning. It wasn’t an unusual occurrence to have Jason at his place at this hour, though he usually came through the window, dressed in his uniform, and coming from patrol. Not showing up at his door with a backpack and wearing civvies.

He could feel a measure of tension release from Jason as his grip got tighter. Something had deeply shaken his brother and it was starting to scare Dick. Hugs weren’t something Jason easily gave out to anyone. Jason was more likely to gift him the most expensive pair of Nikes rather than give Dick a hug. Dick knew this first hand.

To say Jay wasn’t big on hugs wasn’t an exaggeration, but he made an exception for Dick. He typically avoided most physical contact but would at rare times seek out Dick for an awkward one armed hug. Dick respected his space, but sometimes it was hard to refrain from putting his arm around his little brother to fulfil his need for physical touch. Jason never shrugged off the arm, though at times Dick could feel a slight tension in his shoulders and took that as his cue to let go.

When Jay had been younger he would seek out hugs from Dick and even Bruce, but once he had come back from The Pit, something in him had changed. The need for touch had vanished and Dick had missed the hugs from his little brother. Still there were times that if Dick asked for a hug, Jason would oblige.

Tonight was different. Jason held on to Dick like a lifeline. Clasping onto him as if he would fall apart if he let go. Something must be horribly wrong for Jason to be so needing of contact and company.

“Jase…Jay talk to me, please?” Dick implored, rubbing soothing circles on Jason’s back.

Jason shook his head. “It’s…its stupid. I shouldn’t have…”

“It’s not stupid. Tell me.”

Jason broke the embrace not answering the question. His eyes were wet and red rimmed. “Not right now, but I’ll tell you later.”

Dick nodded his head, “Okay.” He stepped aside gesturing Jason into the apartment.

Dick wasn’t so sure Jason would tell him what was wrong, but he didn’t want to press the issue, or come on too strong. Jason was known for holding all his crap inside until he burst. The casualties of his anger were always the criminals he encountered on patrol. While Jason encouraged his brothers to tell him their shit so they could get it out, Jason never burdened them with his troubles.

“Okay, Little Wing. I’ll get some fresh sheets and you can have the bed.”

“No, Dick I’ll take the couch,” Jason sniffed, using his sleeve to wipe his eyes. “The couch is fine.”

“Decision is made. You’re getting the bed, I’m getting the couch. C’mon.” Dick took Jason’s backpack from his arm and walked to his bedroom.

Once he got Jason settled with fresh sheets on his bed, he grabbed a blanket and his pillow and made his way to the living room. Something kept niggling at the back of his brain. Something he was forgetting kept itching, forcing him to remember. Dick walked over to the peg board in his kitchen and glanced at the calendar. He looked at the date and blanched…April 27th.

Shit!

It was April 27th.

The day everything had changed for Jason.

The day that his brother had been tortured and horrifically taken from him and Bruce.

A day that Jason shouldn’t have to remember, yet he knew Jason remembered every detail of that day in the warehouse. From the impact of every hit of the crowbar to the smell of the Joker’s breath on his face taunting his death.

No wonder Jason showed up at his apartment in his current state. It all made sense now. He didn’t want to be alone, not on this day. Dick could kick his own ass for not remembering what this particular day did to Jason every year. He should have known to look out for the date, but instead he allowed himself to get bogged down with work and cases leaving Jason to fend for himself.

Shit.

Every year around this time he and Jason made plans to get away from the city. They’d take the Range Rover from Bruce’s garage and drive to the country to go camping and just hang out away from the chaos and trauma of that terrible day.

Each year Jason revealed to Dick a new detail about the day he had died. It had been unnerving for Dick to hear at first, but he knew that Jason had needed the opportunity to purge the ugliness from his mind. Allowing that darkness to fester inside his little brother wasn’t an option, not when Dick could be that secure presence and nonjudgmental ear Jason had needed to heal.

Dick never knew what exact words of comfort Jason had wanted to hear during all those times he had divulged a new fact about the warehouse. If he were honest with himself, there were no words to tell Jason to have made him feel better. Instead Dick had done what he felt was the right thing to do. He had kept his mouth shut giving Jason his full attention as he listened to Jason talk without interruption. Dick had desperately tried to school his features but never really succeeded as silent tears were shed with every word from Jason’s mouth. Once Jason had also started crying, story time was over and it was Dick’s turn to pick up the broken pieces with a hug. These camping trips had been the only time Jason’s true vulnerability had shown up.

It had been the first one of these trips that Jason had opened up to him that on this particular day he had hated being alone. Dick had always thought of Jason as a solitary creature and he had been right. However, when it had come to the anniversary of his death, Jason hated being by himself.

He had been alone when the Joker had beaten him up in that warehouse.

He had been alone waiting for Bruce to find him.

He had been alone when the bomb had finally gone off and killed him.

Dick needed to do something now and fast. He patted softly to the bedroom and knocked lightly.

“Jase…I know you’re awake.”

Dick opened the door and sat on the bed.

“I…I know what day it is. I’m sorry I didn’t plan our weekend better. We can still sneak over to the Manor and take the Rover to the mountains. Or we can hang out here, watch movies, and order take out. It’s your choice.”

Jason sat up slowly and turned around to face Dick. He looked so tired and lost, but relieved that Dick had finally figured it out. The sadness in his brother’s eyes was still there and it hurt Dick’s heart. He gently placed a hand on Jason’s shoulder. Jason wrapped his arms around him for another hug.

“I’m so sorry Jay, I screwed up.”

“Not your fault,” Jason said, breaking the embrace. “We’ve all been pretty busy. You look like shit too by the way.”

“Thanks,” Dick laughed.

Jason shifted the blankets off of him and swung his legs off the bed. “I’ll go with you to get the Rover. Maybe we can raid the kitchen while we’re there.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

There was still one more question Dick had to ask Jason.

“Did you happen to bring my Walkman?”

“Dude, I lost that thing like 10 years ago. It’s long gone.”

“Just as well,” Dick shrugged. “I lost your iPod.”

Jason laughed and threw a pillow at him.

#jason todd #dick grayson #death day fic #protective dick grayson #jason needs a hug #good bro dick grayson #batfamily feels #batbros #death day anniversary #hurt/comfort #batman #batfic #my fics #dick and jason being the brothers I want to read

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phantomskeep · 1 year

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I missed WIP Wednesday SOBS. So, have a belated WIP... Friday? All are from Putting the Fun Back in Funeral, my lovely Dead on Main fic <3

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The two brothers ate in silence for a little while, Jason fully expecting Dick to start up conversation again. For now, though, he basked in the presence of his older brother. It was almost like they were years younger, Jason still struggling to find his place within the small family and Dick fighting to keep his own. They had a rocky start, at first. With Bruce and his first ward fighting at almost every opportunity, it had reminded Jason a bit too much of Willis and Catherine’s screaming matches, back when Willis wasn’t in jail and Catherine hadn’t succumbed to her illness. Everything had seemed better for a while, when Dick handed down the Robin colors after Jason and Bruce’s many attempts to figure out the younger’s sidekick identity. Of course, as per Todd luck, everything seemed to have gone rapidly downhill after that.

“Jase,” a toe poked his thigh. “I hope you know I’m glad you’re back.”

Jason swallowed heavily, gaze turned down to where Dick’s socked foot was gently resting. It was familiar position the two had, with the older doing whatever he had to do in order to remind himself that Jason was here. That he was alive, not six feet under and stuffed in a too-expensive coffin. Something grounding for both of them - to remind each other that no matter what, they were brothers again.

“Yeah,” Jason managed to choke out. He lifted a hand, resting his large palm on top of Dick’s muscular ankle. “Yeah, I’m glad I’m back too.”

Neither needed an explanation to what Jason meant. Instead the younger hurriedly turned on The Never Ending Story so the brothers didn’t have to acknowledge the tangled emotions between them.

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Unlike the last time Danny had entered the Ghost Zone, he was not greeted with the sight of lines of ghosts waiting for him. The area surrounding the Fenton Portal was void of any denizens of the Realms. It wasn’t something that was inherently odd- in the years before Danny was crowned many ghosts avoided passing by the unnatural portal. But it still sat oddly with the halfa, despite how it shouldn’t.

As the young king traveled towards his Keep, he felt the air around him shift. It became lighter, less oppressed. Green eyes caught on the colorful forms of his people as Danny effortlessly moved through the green-coated dimension. A few of the ghosts waved or bowed as their King passed them, prompting Danny to greet them in return. It put a small smile on his young face, gently easing him out of the funk seeing his parents put him in.

Minutes passed without Danny noticing as he ducked and swerved between various ghosts and structures. The closer he got to his new lair the more populated the Zone seemed to become. Small, floating islands seemingly appeared overnight with colorful stalls built on top of them. Undead vendors of all shapes and sizes occupied them, some shouting out their wares and others content to wait until others approached them. Strung between the uneven islands were bright fairy lights, flickering gently against the pale green void.

The Ghost King floated up to hover before a string of lights. His face was a perfect picture of awe as he reached a gloved finger out to poke at the little flower-shaped bulb before him. The small petaled light reminded Danny of Sam, making his young heart ache with the thought of the friends he left behind. When his finger connected to the tiny object a pulse of purple echoed across the great green expanse around him. Excited chattering erupted around him and Danny couldn’t help but gape as flora gently grew over the exposed rock surfaces, roots tangling underneath the bellies of the islands in intricate patterns.

Danny let out a small laugh, spinning upwards to hover over the marketplace, watching in fascination as various plants sprouted over the rocky outcrops like a gentle wave. His people cheered and he witnessed a young ghostling happily pick a tiny daisy from the ground, spinning to present it to their guardian who took the flower with a grin.

Contentedness flowed over the white-haired man as he followed the surging greenery towards the castle he could just barely see in the haze of the Zone. The Keep, Danny noted, had changed greatly from the last time he was there. Gone were the ugly reds that once stained the ancient bricks. Instead the walls were washed in a calming blue tone that seemed to sparkle like the first icicles of winter. The harsh, aggressive architecture of the Keep was slowly being rebuilt by the Zone herself - the structure was shifting, bringing in the precariously hanging towers to more gently branch off the main structure. Danny happily noted the large stained glass windows that were gently forming alongside the castle’s walls as he flew underneath the gaping entrance to the belly of the Keep.

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Only Jason's POV has been beta'ed so far, so please excuse any mistakes! This chapter is the longest one yet - sitting at roughly 8k right now, but I'm still writing the last POV. The final product should be around 10k or so? But I'm honestly not too sure haha. This has been a very hard chapter to write and I'm soooo happy it's almost done! Then the fun really begins >:)

Hope you all enjoyed the late WIP day ^-^

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ymaohoh · 3 months

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Chrissy Cunningham is a Brat - Fic - Oneshot

Munson suddenly gripped hold of her ass so tightly she hissed. “If you’re going to behave like a brat, I’m going to have to punish you.” Jason sees Chrissy and Eddie in the woods. Jason POV. Hellcheer Oneshot.

Word Count: 1,904

No plot. Just smut.

Also on Archive of Our Own.

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Well, your love is worse

Worse than cigarettes

Even if I had twenty in my hands

Jason Carver thought he knew his girlfriend.

Thought Chrissy Cunningham was just like him. They were from the same backgrounds - nice homes, rich parents, good traditional morals and ethics. They’d been boyfriend and girlfriend since junior year when he tied his letterman jacket around her shoulders and told her thought it was time they made it official. Over the course of that year they moved through the ranks and became really popular - he the hotshot athlete, she the pretty cheerleader - and when Chrissy made cheer captain in senior year he knew they were a cinch to be the King and Queen of Hawkins High. It was a cliche for a reason. His parents had met in a similar way.

And yeah that popularity came with side-benefits. And yeah he often abused those benefits because some kids needed a healthy dose of ass-whooping, you know? Needed to know which rung of the social ladder they belonged on. It stopped them from getting too big for their boots. He never did anything illegal but he sure bent some rules.

Chrissy didn’t know about any of that though and his team mates were sworn to secrecy. It was the same bro-code for their girlfriends. None of the teachers would dare make trouble either. His father was good friends with the school governors and would see they were fired if they dared try.

Chrissy was a good girl. She had the right attitude and ideals as him. She went to church and played at cheerleading and looked good and neat in her little uniform.

He would marry her after graduation. His parents would buy them a house nearby and she would give him a couple of kids and no talkback. She’d keep the house real nice while he went to college and in a few years he’d be fucking govenor. The wheels were already in motion. This has all been arranged before middle school.

So when Patrick told him he’d seen Chrissy talking to Eddie Munson of all people Jason told him he was tripping. Why would anyone want to speak to him?

Eddie Munson was a piece of shit trouble maker. Third generation trailer trash. A juvenile delinquent.

“I know what I saw, man. They were whispering together in the library just before first period. Chrissy near jumped into the air when she saw me.”

“Chrissy wouldn’t talk to that freak.”

“Want help finding him, Jase? Give him a reminder of what a creep he is?”

“Nah man. I need to talk to Chrissy first. Maybe he was just bugging her.”

What the hell?

But when he reached the cafeteria at lunch Chrissy wasn’t sitting at their usual table. She didn’t have one of her private tutoring sessions either. He glanced over at the freak table and his eyes narrowed when he saw Eddie wasn’t there either.

He stormed over and clapped one of the freshmen on the shoulder. Hard.

“Where’s your asshole leader?” he asked through gritted teeth. “Shouldn’t he be here making a jackass out of himself like usual?”

The kid with floppy black hair said, “Look man, he’s not here. I don’t know where he is. We don’t want any trouble.”

He asked around his table some more and eventually got wind of a clue. People wanted to help Jason (even if they needed a little encouragement sometimes). A passing cheerleader overheard (Stacey something) and said they thought they saw Chrissy out by the football fields just a few minutes ago. She’d been heading out towards the forest. There was a meeting spot down that way, she added, and Eddie Munson sold weed there.

Jason waved away Patrick’s offer of help and stormed over. He didn’t need back up to take on Eddie Munson.

He’d beat the shit out of that creep if he was selling weed to Chrissy. Or even if he wasn’t. What if he’d lured Chrissy out here on some made up pretence and was now bothering her? Chrissy was sometimes way too trusting for her own good.

I’ll save you, Chrissy.

He followed Stacey’s directions and crept through the woods. He’d never been out here before. He couldn’t see any damn bench.

But then he heard voices. He heard Chrissy’s voice! She sounded weird. Breathless almost.

He drew closer and peered through the trees. The scene before him made him pause. His insides turned to raging fire.

Jason had told her once that “ Good girls like you don’t go near creeps like Eddie Munson .” She hadn’t asked him why.

Chrissy was with Munson, alright.

Oh, this body high

Gives me sleepless nights

It's a million times what any drug could give

And my red eyes

They go twice as wide

It might look like pain but to me it's bliss

They were sitting at the old picnic bench. Or rather, Chrissy was sitting on the top of the picnic bench with her bare knees splayed wide. Her short green and white cheerleading skirt was hiked up so high that he could just about see the creamy skin of her ass.

And Eddie the Freak was standing right in between her legs.

Chrissy had her back to Jason so he could make out Munson’s arms wrapped around her waist. He was holding her so tightly the line of his leather jacket was pressed against Chrissy’s cheer sweater. At least she wasn’t wearing Jason’s God-damn letterman jacket today. He stared at the entwined couple in horror.

Jason didn’t know why he remained hidden. Maybe he just wanted to hear for himself what the hell was going on.

“Eddie…” she sighed in a voice he had never heard before. She never said his name like that. “We have to be more careful. Patrick almost saw us this morning.”

“Fuck Patrick. Fuck your boyfriend.” Munson’s voice was unrecognisable too. Low and raspy.

“If they find out what we’re doing, they’ll hurt you. You know they will. We have to keep this a secret.”

“It’s hard, Chriss. You know how riled up I get when I see you. Especially when you’re in that cheerleading uniform. How’s a man supposed to focus in class when those lips of yours look so fucking delictable. Makes me just want to taste them.”

Jason watched as they began to kiss but it wasn’t anything like how he kissed Chrissy. Chrissy usually held still when they made out, but this Chrissy was kissing Munson like she couldn’t get enough of him. He could see the way she opened her mouth wide for him so he could slip in his tongue.

Munson nipped at her neck and she giggled. “Eddie! You’re not listening to me.”

Munson’s hands were roaming across her back and down to her hips. Chrissy reached down and took his hand, stilling it.

“I’m listening, baby. We have to be more careful. No more little looks. No more notes. No way the school can find out that goodie two-shoes Chrissy Cunningham likes being fucked by the freak Eddie Munson.”

He rocked his hips up against her and she gasped at the impact.

“Like that, baby?”

“Mmm. You know I do.”

“Say it then. Tell me how much you like it.”

Jason couldn’t see but he could guess from the look on Munson’s face she was pulling one of her cute little pouts. She raised her chin defiantly. “Or what? You’ll walk away? I know you like this too. I can feel how much you like it. You’re fucking rock hard for me.”

Munson suddenly gripped hold of her ass so tightly she hissed.

“If you’re going to behave like a brat, I’m going to have to punish you.”

“What are you going to do? Spank me? Pull my hair?”

Munson ceased his movements and though he kept hold of her, he drew his hips back a little to put some distance between them.

Jason hated how Chrissy seemed to groan at that.

“You love it when I spank you, Chriss. You always get so fucking wet from it. Remember a month ago at Reefer Rick’s where you came so beautifully on my cock? I couldn’t believe how wet you were. You made the most pretty noises, baby.”

“I remember Eddie.”

“Then what did we do?”

“I put your cock in my mouth and you went down on me at the same time.”

“You tasted so good, Chriss. Like strawberries and cream. You were gagging ‘round my cock, babe. You got it so far down that little throat.”

Munson began tracing circles down her thighs. Chrissy was leaning into him brazenly, reaching again for contact with his body.

Jason didn’t recognise this Chrissy at all. It was like she was one of those girls on porn tapes. He heard the gentle clink of metal as Chrissy began undoing the heavy belt. The noise of a zip being dragged down was almost obscene.

“Oh Eddie, please. I want you now.”

“What? One look at my cock and you fall in line? Tell me what I want to hear.”

They kissed again and it was passionate and needy. Chrissy was almost shaking from want.

“I love being fucked by Eddie Munson.”

“You missed this cock didn’t you, princess? Tell me how much you missed it,” Eddie said, his voice low and quiet. He traced her face with his fingers and tipped her chin up

“I missed it so much. I couldn’t even pay attention in class. All I could think about is how much I want you.”

“Good girl.”

Munson dragged down Chrissy’s underwear and shoved it in his back pocket. He once again wrapped his arm around her waist and drew her close to him. His other arm snaked under her knee, pushing it back so he could get as deep as possible.

Jason heard Chrissy hiss as Munson’s cock slid inside her.

“Fuck, Eddie. You’re so big. You feel so big inside me.”

“That’s it, baby. Take every inch in.”

“It feels so good.”

Munson began rutting up into her and Chrissy dug her nails into his shoulders. She then twisted a hand up into his long curls which made Munson groan.

“I know. It’s why you keep coming back. Fucking Carver won’t do this, will he? Wants to wait until he’s got that ring on your finger.”

“ Eddie …”

“But Carver won’t be able to do this, Chriss. It won’t feel like this.”

“No,” she moaned. “You’re so fucking perfect, Eddie. You fit inside me so good.”

“That’s it, Chriss.”

“Make me come Eddie. Make me scream.”

“Hold onto me, baby…I’ve got you.”

Jason couldn’t watch anymore.

Fuck this.

A big part of him wanted to charge over there and knock that disgusting smug look off Munson’s face. Wanted to wipe away that look of utter need from Chrissy’s. But he didn’t. He turned away and stormed off back towards the school.

Fuck that freak. Fuck that slut. They were welcome to each other.

He didn’t see Eddie’s gaze on his back. Or the winning smirk that played on his lips.

Well, if it's unhealthy then I don't give a damn

'Cause even if it kills me, I'll always take your hand

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A/N: A/N: You know, writing for Jason ain't fun. He's an asshole but the actor who plays him is so nice in interviews. Ah well. Enjoy some Hellcheer fucking. Lyrics are from Unhealthy by Anne-Marie and Shania.

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