#I think Jason would be proud and also get a kick out of it

[melucomarket]

For the art request thing, maybe Damian and Tim bonding? Or annoying each other, your choice!

Also, I love your art and hope that you are having an amazing day!! <3

I’ve been seeing that new Damian hairstyle from the ongoing Batman & Robin comics, and well— I think Tim would get a kick out of seeing Damian’s interactions with PTA parent mode Bruce lmaooo

Hope you enjoy! Also TY!💕✨

(and hope you have good day/night as well!)

#I’d like to think that even though Tim’s a grown ass man he still drinks caprisuns like they’re the holy grail #Damian’s entering his emo phase and I’m all for it #I think Jason would be proud and also get a kick out of it #Tim might show Damian the skater boi ways #batfamily #batboys #dc batman #batfam #dc fanart #damian wayne #tim drake #dc robin

[thatonecode]

do you think dick grayson feels the weight of the world sometimes do you think he lays awake at night in his tiny shitty apartment in bludhaven and thinks about how he's the one who taught bruce wayne- who taught BATMAN how to really feel and love again and how every single robin after him is his responsibility because of that ? do you think he sits at family dinners with the whole extended batfamily and thinks "i did this" because he was the first ? do you think he sees some new teen hero and is terrified for them because he was them back when he wasn't around to be looked up to ? because he was the first ? do you ever think about how he wasn't only the first robin but the first kid hero ? and every fight he won he proved that other kids could too and do you think he regrets that ?? knowing how many terrified children there are fighting wars that shouldn't be theirs to fight ???? do you think he is also so incredibly proud of all of them in a way only he can because he Came First ??????

i think he does

do you think it drives a wedge between him and the entire world ? do you think jason sees him on some rooftop in gotham and thinks about sitting down next to him but doesn't because of all the years of distance and arguments and despite everything that's ROBIN sitting there ? the original ? and how jason never would have been robin if dick hadn't proved that robin was more than a child soldier in an adults war ?? with all that between them what could jason say compared to everyone's golden boy, the perfect child, the original boy wonder ???? do you think tim ever gets over his hero worship ? or is there a split second everytime where he goes Holy shit ! it's Nightwing !! Nightwing is talking to me !!!! even after everything that dicks put him through and all the empty space between them that tim never imagined would be there ? do you think that's just the effect that dick has on people where no matter what you can't help but look at him in awe, like he's superhuman ?

do you ever think about how he was an ordinary kid ? he could have been anyone . do you think about if he was anyone else he likely would not have made it and someone else would have had to fight all the battle he did, to survive, to be taken seriously, to figure out how to breathe and live and be the light instead of being smothered in batman's shadow ??? do you think about how he was the first kid hero but he was still just a kid growing up and fighting with his dad, and moving away and making new friends and falling in love and he was still the first kid hero and he was never just a kid . he was the leader of the first kids hero team . he's never just been a kid . do you think he regrets that it was him ??? do you think when batman died he regretted everything, every single thing? i don't think he did . do you think that when he was batman, and raising batman's son the way bruce raised him, the way alfred raised bruce (always raising someone elses son) he saw himself in all the anger and the reckless way damian would throw himself into fights, in a desperate way to prove himself the only way he CAN ?? do you think dick remembers being 10 and sad and angry and needing someone else to be hurt so that it wasn't just him ??? do you think that dick regrets making damian robin because of how it forces him to look at how he himself has grown and how much robin has changed from what he made it ??? i don't think he does . do you think he ever apologies to tim ? i don't think he knows how, i think he finds himself staring at their texts and wondering what words would have fixed his hurt when bruce fired him and kicked him out . and i think he decides time and space is what did it, so time and space will do it again . i think it's the wrong decision . i think they both regret it later . do you ever think about how bruce might have tried but at the end of the day everyone went to dick because he was easier to talk to ?

do you think about how he made the hard decisions like batman did, and he lost his parents like batman did, and he grew up in a massive empty house with an emotionally distant father who tried his hardest but still felt oceans away, like batman did, and he decided to be the light where batman decided to be the shadows ? he decided he wouldn't let it break him like batman did, but batman chose to become something to fear and nightwing has always been more hopeful, brighter, flashier . do you think about how in the middle of the night young people unaccustomed to the manor might end up in dicks room instead of bruce's ? because there's always a piece of bruce that stays batman, even when he takes the cowl off ? do you think about how dick understands because he was a young person unaccustomed to the manor, standing outside bruce's bedroom absolutely terrified to go in ? and how he was the first, and all he and bruce had were eachother ?

do you think about how hard they've worked since then to make sure that no one else will be alone the way they were ? and how dick is able to help with all the younger kids when bruce can't, or won't because to a child those are the same things ?? do you think about how dick must have read the same parenting books that bruce had in his office after bruce died when he was stuck and drowning and grieving and there was a child down the hall he didn't know how to protect ???? do you think dick and bruce were closer after he came back ?? do you think that just for a moment there was an echo of their past partnership in the way they were able to read eachother ?? do you think about how dick has had a hand in raising most of the other bat kids ??? because he was the first . and he was proof it was possible to live with batman and survive it ??

because i think about it . All The Time .

#sorry folks having another Normal One #dick grayson really is my blorbo ever hes so everything to me #anyways #batfam things #batman #dick grayson #nightwing #dc nightwing #dc dick grayson #dc robin #jason todd #tim drake #damian al ghul #damian wayne #bruce wayne #cipher go to sleep

[bruciemilf]

Okay, but am I the only one who wants a Bruce Isn't Batman AU, where he's the only one who's not a vigilantes or even involved in the crime fighting world (at first) and, partially, doesn't know his kids ARE vigilantes?

Or maybe he does and just doesn't mention it because they would have told him if he needed to know. Or if they trusted him with that information.

Alfred thinks that's batshit ridiculous (just in more proper terms) You literally raised them???

But Bruce's mind is made up. He just quietly pays for everything under the cover that he's a " superfan" of Gotham's elite team of dark knights.

Even if he feels super lonely now that they've all moved out, except for Damian, who's just a toddler (i just think baby damian fics are SO cute) Can't leave him. Not physically.

" Your brothers and sisters are so mean. At least YOU need me" sighing, unaware Dick put mics everywhere and is like, oh no, dad :(( gotta protect you 3x harder now (because you just know they'd be so overprotective over their civilian dad)

BUT I ALSO WANT HIM TO BE A BAMF! A DILF BAMF!

Because as long as Talia's little treasure will be staying with him, her precious Gothamite needs to learn how to take and throw a punch

Mostly because I want Bruce to kick ass at a Wayne Charity Gala where he was supposed to be robbed and kidnapped, but the robbers targeted a little girl with shiny pearls, so he kindly punches them and chokes them with his thighs

By the time the batkids get there, ready to bring hell on these people, Bruce already stabbed one with a fork, disarmed, and tied the rest up.

also because I want a proud, shocked Jason to yell "YOU'RE DOING AMAZING, PAPI!" And having to explain to the press why he yelled that to the CEO of WE

#dc #dc comics #batfam #batfamily #batman #bruce wayne #dick grayson #damian wayne #jason todd #tim drake #barbara gordon #stephanie brown #duke thomas #text #text post

[jankwritten]

Jasico Bingo Challenge: sharing a bed

It took all of ten minutes for Jason to cave and climb into Nico’s too-big bed. His weight dips the mattress to one side, and as he slides under the blankets, Nico gets hit with his fan’s frigid breeze. 

“Told you,” he mutters, flipping over onto his left side. He sticks his hand under his pillow. 

Jason makes a face, wrinkling his nose and giving Nico a sort of side-glare, before he settles fully down, hugging Nico’s spare pillow. “I don’t like disobeying Miss Sally.” 

Two months ago, Nico would’ve been right there with him. He’s lived under her roof long enough to know which rules they can nudge, though. “Percy constantly lets Grover share his bed.” 

“Percy and Grover are different,” Jason says, his voice just a shade above a whisper. “You know it’s different.” 

Nico shrugs. “Sally doesn’t know that.” 

Jason looks far less amused than he should. “I’m serious,” he says. 

This is what Nico gets for dating a serial rule-follower, he supposes. Rules are rigid and unbending, in Jason’s mind, no matter how insignificant. He approaches “entrance” and “exit” signs like he’ll get arrested for mixing them up. 

It’s something they’re working on, together. It’s something Nico can help with. It’s always tricky, with Jason, working around the thorny patches of his logic, but Nico knows firsthand that once Jason can tame that anxiety, he’ll feel so much better. 

Nico is also aware it took him almost half a year to even start changing his own habits regarding rules, or moreso his perception of them, and that was only after a few years of built up trauma around it. Jason has his whole life to unwind. 

But, there is still progress, which Nico makes sure Jason knows he’s proud of. It’s easy to start with things Jason wants that he sees as outside the rule-boundary, things like sneaking dessert out of the pavilion at camp so they can eat it somewhere peaceful, or sharing Nico’s oversized princess bed so he doesn’t have to sleep on the floor.

Sometimes it feels a little bit like treat-training a dog. Nico did something similar with Mrs. O’Leary and Cerberus, after all. It’s a guilty thought to have. Jason isn’t a dog, and Nico isn’t his owner, isn’t trying to train him. He’s just…he wants Jason to feel free. He hates when Jason mentally butts up against one of the walls of his cage and physically recoils from something that would make him feel better. Make him feel good, and human, and normal. 

“I want you up here,” Nico says. He matches the gravity of Jason’s tone, watches Jason’s eyes dart around, lit by the dimmed string of star-shaped lights over the bed. Nico reaches out, slowly, and pokes Jason’s wrist. “I know I’ll sleep better if you’re here.” 

Jason swallows. He shifts his weight on the mattress, his foot kicking out just barely into Nico’s space. “What if Miss Sally comes to check on us, and she sees-? Will she get mad?” 

“Maybe.” He wants to temper Jason’s fears, not lie to them. He hasn’t seen Sally get mad at anything other than when the dogs chew on shoes, or when he and Percy fight too loud in the backyard. This, something easy enough to explain, he doesn’t think she’d mind. “But she would never punish me, or you, over it. Over anything. The worst she’d do is give us a stern talking to, and maybe make us sleep on the couch next time.” 

“The couch is an option?” 

Ugh, no, the couch is not an option. Nico taps his fingers against Jason’s wrist bone and wrinkles up his nose, tucking himself up more in his comfortable blankets and pillows. 

Jason, finally, breaks into a little smile. “You’re spoiled now.” 

“Hush. I’m allowed to like having a bed, and I’m allowed to want to share it with my b..with my boyfriend.” 

The room hushes over, the sound of the fan hiding how hard Nico’s heart thumps. 

It’s still new, that part of this. It’s still hard to say it out loud. Pushing out of his comfort zone is something Nico is working on himself, though. 

Jason beams. He’s probably blushing, though it’s too dark to see and Nico’s half buried his face in the pillow to hide his own face.

“Shut up,” he grumbles. 

Jason turns his hand around and laces their fingers together. He finally lets go of the tension in his arms, lets himself sink into the bed. Nico feels how the blanket moves with it. 

“You’ve convinced me,” Jason whispers. “But if we do get caught, you’re doing the talking.” 

“Deal,” Nico says, and squeezes Jason’s hand. He peeks, just to see another glimpse of that smile. He likes Jason’s smile. It doesn’t even ache to admit it anymore. “Go to sleep, now.” 

“Can do.” 

(Sally pokes her head in at eight AM, after Nico and Jason miss breakfast. She blinks, at first confused to see the empty pallet at Nico’s bedside, then understanding when she sees the bed itself. 

Jason is fast asleep at the edge of the bed, peaceful and relaxed, hugging a pillow to his chest, the blankets tangled around him. Just over the slope of his shoulder, she sees Nico’s curly head of hair nestled close. 

She’s careful not to let the door squeak as she leaves them in peace.) 

#jasicobingochallenge2024 #sharing a bed #fanfiction #WAHOO #fluff we love fluff #jasico #jason grace #nico di angelo #pjo #hoo #this is part of an AU I have where Sally takes Nico home at the end of the summer alongside Percy after Chiron mentions that Nico needs #stability that Camp kinda can't provide. This would be set near the end of the AU after Nico is doing MUCH better #this is the AU where the clearest image I have is Percy and Nico wrestling violently in the backyard and Sally spraying them with a hose #while Jason and Annabeth watch on from the patio laughing

[lazycats-stuff]

Hello, hope you are having a good day/night

You have given me an idea I was wondering if I could request Jason Todd x Male assassin reader like the trope villain x hero, who do you think would make the other turn into a flustered mess?

It would be a mixture of both. I'm calling it now. I'm so sorry this took so long, school is a bitch right now. Also, I suck at flirting so if this is cringe, I'm sorry.

Summary: (Y/N) and Jason have their banter. The problem? (Y/N) is an assassin.

Warnings: Flirting, mentions of killings, author sucks at flirting.

Jason smirked to himself as he saw a familiar figure. The only thing he knows about this figure is that his name is (Y/N). And that he is an assassin.

Other than that, they know nothing about the man. But he did show interest in Jason. Bruce wasn't sure whether to be mad or to be intrigued.

It was a mixture of both.

Jason was more then happy to go after the assassin and there was nothing that Bruce could do about it. He could only watch from the side lines and hope that Jason wouldn't do anything stupid.

Hope could only go so far.

Bruce sighed as Jason went after the assassin. He felt his blood pressure rising.

" Are you really going to let Hood go after him? " Damian asked, clearly agitated by his brother's action.

" What choice do I have? Jason is the only one who can get him talking willingly. "

Damian scoffed.

" You mean by flirting father? " Damian grinded out.

Bruce just gave him a side eye in response. Damian scoffed once more.

" Oh my Hood, I thought you were going to buy me dinner first. " (Y/N) purred out from beneath Jason. Jason and (Y/N) found themselves in a rather compromising position. If Bruce saw this, he would have had a heart attack. Without a doubt.

" Really? " Jason said, smirking underneath his mask.

" Yes. I thought you were a gentleman. I'm disappointed. " (Y/N) pouted, clearly trying to fluster Jason.

" Well doll, you thought wrong. "

(Y/N) smirked before flipping them. Jason was caught of guard. Oh,(Y/N) is really something else.

" Oh Hood, you broke my heart. "

Jason laughed. " Since when do you have a heart?"

(Y/N) smirked, before getting up and running from the roof top.

" It was fun, but I gotta go! " (Y/N) yelled before jumping off. Jason huffed, but smirked in amusement.

(Y/N) was truly something else. Jason stood up, dusting his clothes off. There a little click in his ear and he sighed.

" Jason, please tell me you found something useful. " Bruce said, clearly exhausted.

" Well, not really. However, I do have a plan on how to track him. "

Bruce just sighed and stopped the communications. Jason chuckled quietly. This was going to be fun.

And Jason was right. A week later, they met again. (Y/N) was on his way to his target tonight. Once again, Jason was tasked to go after him.

And that's why he was shooting in his direction. With blanks of course, Bruce wouldn't allow him to have real bullets. (Y/N) was able to dodge his bullets with ease.

Jason needed to get close enough in order to plant a tracker on him. That was a plan that he thought of. That's how Bruce managed to track down Talia and Ra's al Ghul to Wonder City. So, if Bruce tracked the father duo with that tactic, Jason would use the same one here.

He jumped down, making sure to jump down on (Y/N). He managed to intercept him. (Y/N) tried to free his arms, but Jason saw it and pinned him down.

" Huh, we are in this situation again. " (Y/N) purred. " And as much as I like this position of ours, I don't have the time tonight. "

" Too bad sweetheart, I do. "

(Y/N) managed to slip his leg free, before using his knee to kick him in the ribs. Jason gasped, but managed to slip the tracker beneath his collar when he grabbed him. (Y/N) punched him in the ribs once more to get himself free.

Jason allowed to be thrown off, knowing he won't need to follow (Y/N) anymore. His tracker will do the job for him. Bruce would be proud of him for the plan he made. Even thought that Bruce did that already.

But did he really want catch (Y/N)? Was there even a prison that could keep (Y/N)?

He waited for a ping to ping at his phone. He was waiting on a rooftop, just lazing around. Bruce and the others took on other villains and missions tonight. Jason was thankful for that, but now he wanted something else to do. He never liked waiting, he was far too impatient.

But he knew he couldn't go after (Y/N). The other male would notice him and there would be hell to pay if Jason allowed anything to capture (Y/N).

And it seems he got lucky. He looked down at the ping. Why was (Y/N) at the docks? He usually kills his targets at their home or place of work. Why the docks? Well, only one way to find out.

Jason looked at (Y/N). He was just standing on the docks. What the actual hell?

" Come on down Hood. " (Y/N) said, taking the chip off.

Jason dropped down, walking towards (Y/N). The other male didn't turn around.

" How did you notice? " Jason asked, standing next to (Y/N).

" A good magician never reveals his secrets. "

Jason chuckled at that. In a way, the assassin was right. (Y/N) also threw the chip into the water.

" Try something else next time. " (Y/N) stated, turning his head.

" Any hints? "

" I thought that you were supposed to be one of the detectives? " (Y/N) said, smirking at the vigilante.

" Well, Batman and Red Robin take that title. I'm just a guy who likes guns and explosions. "

(Y/N) hummed, still looking ahead.

" You do know that I have to arrest you? " Jason said, looking at (Y/N)'s profile.

" I didn't know you liked handcuffs. " (Y/N) commented, smirking at the tilt of Jason's head. " I thought you were going to buy me dinner first. "

" I didn't take you for a guy that wants dinner first. "

" Well, if you are in question, I can skip dinner. "

Jason was thankful that he was wearing a mask, because he blushed. A person that he was looking for to arrest him, made him blush like a teenage boy.

" Well, if you are in question, I would use more than just handcuffs to keep you down. " Jason remarked.

(Y/N) blushed and tried to come up with something, but instead stuttered.

" You bastard. " (Y/N) whispered.

" Now, I think you know what this means. "

(Y/N) sighed as he finally turned to face Jason, extending his arms to him. Jason cuffed him and then called Bruce.

" Where will I go? "

" Probably Blackgate. "

(Y/N) smirked.

" I know, I will give you a week before you escape. "

" A week? I'm offended. "

Jason snorted. This was going to be one hell of a chase.

#dc x male reader #dc comics #x male reader #jason todd x male reader #red hood x male reader

[the-book-gnome]

Bonding Opportunity

Pairings: Jason Todd x fem!reader

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: non-con, unprotected sex (do not recommend) p in v, slight degrading, manhandling, dacryphilia, cream pie, hate sex, Jason being mean, petnames(baby, bitch)

A/n: this is my first dark fic and I’m very proud of it, you are responsible for your own media intake so if you don’t like it just pretend it dosnt exist and move along, enjoy :) also wanted to say thank you to @thewritingdoll for inspiring me to write something like this♥️

18+ only ! minors do not interact !

Contains dark content

Jason was insufferable, to say the least. Apparently, his sole purpose is to make you want to get a gun and shoot him in the head. Every little this he said pissed you off, even if he was just breathing a little too loud, you knew damn well he did it all on purpose though. When you would glance at him glaring, he always had that stupid smirk on his face.

Dick didn’t like that you two hated each other, he’s been trying to help and make you two like each other, or at least be able to be in the other's presence without starting a fight. But nothing worked. His latest idea was to lock you in the training room together, he told you and Jason “I'm doing it for the both of you, think about it as a bonding opportunity” whatever the fuck that meant, you had no idea and you couldn’t care less. But the opportunity to beat the shit out of Jason? With no consequences? No way in hell you would ever pass that up.

Jason seemed to have similar thoughts when he punched you in your jaw the second you turned around. “What the fuck is wrong with you!” You yelled at him while holding your jaw.

“Bonding” he smirked at you and back up a few feet onto the mats laying on the ground. He motioned you to come at him. Rolling your eyes you started fighting back.

It had been about an hour since either of you talked. Your hands hurt so did one of your thighs from where he kicked you, a few bruises were littered on your arms and probably about two on your face. On the bright side, he looked worse than you. You gave him a black eye along with 6 other ones on his body. Somehow Jason looked like he hated you even more than usual, not unsurprising though. “Aww, what’s wrong? Did I mess up your perfect little face?” Throwing him a cocky smile from where he was sitting on the floor drinking from a bottle of water.

“Oh, so you think my face is perfect? Hmm, can’t say the same for you baby.” He glared. Rolling your eyes you let out a small laugh.

“That almost hurts, maybe if I gave a shit about your opinion that would actually hurt.” As you were heading to the water station behind him, he kicked his leg out, tripping you. You rolled on top of you quickly pinning you to the floor. He held both of your wrists in one hand, the other holding himself up so he wasn’t crushing you. Trying to wiggle out of his hold accidentally rubbing yourself against his knee causing a whimper to escape your mouth. He looked down to his knee, he broke out in a knowing grin causing your cheeks to flush. “Get the fuck off me, Todd,” you muttered still slightly embarrassed.

“God I fucking hate you, but I do have to admit, I like those pretty noises you make. I wonder if I can get you to give me more huh?” You glared at him, all embarrassment fading as the anger returned. He was so fucking insufferable. Did he really think you’d let him fuck you? No fucking chance. Did it feel good when you grinded on him? Yes. But any guy can do that. He’s not special. “Oh come on, you think I can’t hear you when you are alone in your room at night? We share a wall baby, and you get pretty loud. It’ll be quick, just think of it as a release.” Jason grinded his hips into you letting out a soft groan. You refused to give him a reaction. Though your eyes were wide at the fact that he’s been listening to you.

“Just get off Jason I’m not in the mood for your bullshit.” The look in his eyes made you realize that he wasn’t letting you go until he got what he wanted. Fear surged through your body, trying to pull out of his grip, that was causing your body to shift into his.

“Fuck baby.” He muttered under his breath. Your eyes stung as he brought his lips to your neck. Gently kissing you as if he was experimenting. You did your best to pull away from him but he just dropped more of his body weight on you making it impossible to move and hard to breathe.

You slammed your eyes shut as Jason moved so his face was right about yours, his hot breath fanning your face. “It’s a good thing you’re not a virgin, I don’t think I’m going to be able to take my time with you. Come on baby open your eyes, I want you to watch this.” he shifted his weight on the hand that was holding yours, moving his other ones down your pants slowly unzipping them. He littered small kisses on your face, he never actually kissed you, he wasn’t in the mood to get bit.

“Please just get off me, I won’t tell anyone about this I promise.” A tear fell down the side of your face, you had turned your head away trying to avoid his mouth.

Once he got your pants off he threw them to the side and brought his hand back up to your face whipping a few tears away. “Aww baby what happened to that bitchy attitude of yours huh? Thought you were tougher than this.” You heard the amusement in his voice, confused by the gentleness of his touch. He pressed a kiss onto your forehead the lifted his head to look down. His hand playing with the hem of your underwear. When he dipped his fingers in, running a finger down your folds his head snapped back to you in surprise, he let out a knowing scoff. “Hmm weird, you act like you don’t want this but your pretty little pussy is telling me otherwise. Your fucking soaked.” You whimpered as he ripped them off leaving you completely exposed.

You snapped your legs shut. Using all of your strength to keep them closed. Jason laughed at you as if your weak little body could keep him from touching you. Pathetic really. Using one hand he pried them open, shoving his knee in between them so you couldn’t close them again. “If you stop fighting this will feel better. Either way, I’m going to fuck you so you should just give up now, there’s no point in trying.” He whispered into your ear as he took off his pants, his boxers going with them. Jason pumped his thick cock a few times, his juices leaking out the angry red tip.

“Come on baby, just open your eyes for me, I need you to watch this okay?” You shook your head, eyes still squeezed shut. You felt his head on your shoulder. Like he had given up, for a second hope filled your body until his husky voice filled your ears again. “Fine, if you don’t want to watch then don’t, I couldn’t fucking care less you annoying bitch.” Now he sounded pissed which probably wasn’t a good thing.

Jason leaned back a little to get a better angle then slid his cock up and down your wetness a few times. Once he was pleased with how wet his dick got he slammed himself inside of your tight hole. Your walls spasming around the intruder. You let out a scream before his free hand covered your mouth, silencing you. Pain rippled through your body as he thrusted hard and deep, not giving you a second to adjust. “Gotta stay quiet baby, we don’t want anyone to walk in now do we?” His breaths came out in pants, his hips slamming into you at a brutal pace.

Jason kissed a few tears away, his breath fanning against your face. “Holy fucking shit, I don’t think I’ve ever been in someone so fucking tight, I shoulda done this sooner.” He bit at your neck causing you to whimper in pain. You’ve never been this stretched out before, he was hitting every inch of you with hardly any effort. And to your dismay, it felt fucking amazing. Each thrust went straight to your brain, and before you know it you were letting out your muffled moans. No matter how hard you tried to get away from him nothing worked, he just thrusted harder.

Jason moved his hand from your mouth and down to your neck. He wanted to hear every little sound you made. He wanted to see your face scrunched up in pleasure that you begged him not to cause. He squeeze slightly cashing you to shoot your eyes open and fuck you looked terrified. Did you really think he would kill you right now? Maybe after but now while you get this fucking phenomenal. “There we go baby just like that, keep your eyes on me.” He was so close. The way you looked up at him in that cute little scared way it only brought him closer to his much-needed release.

You didn’t want this. You didn’t want this. You had to keep reminding yourself that because if you didn’t he would win and you couldn’t let that happen. His eyes were only half open. His face showed obvious pleasure. His eyes stayed on yours, not faltering for a second. You felt the pleasure becoming too much, the way his dick was hitting your cervix with every thrust and how fast he was moving. It felt inhuman.

You screamed out as your orgasm hit you. Your entire body was shaking with pleasure and you’ve never felt so good. Your eyes rolled in the back of your head. Everything going black.

Jason trusted a few more times before he lost it. Going as deep as he could, he fill you with every last drop of him. Fuck you looked so pretty like this. So fucked out. A smile played on his lips as he pulled out of you. You made a sound of disapproval, he laughed at that. Sitting on the backs of his heels Jason watched as his and your cum leaked out of you, mixed together.

“God your a bitch, you couldn’t just give in sooner, could you? Would’ve been so much easier.” He scoffed as he pulled his pants back up. When he stood up, he grabbed his phone off the floor and took a quick picture of you. He was never deleting that. Leaving you on the floor half naked, Jason kick the locked door open and walked out. Not giving you another glance.

#jason todd #jason todd smut #jason todd x reader #reader smut #red hood #red hood smut #robin smut

[sadlybeans]

Batfam but make it a/b/o

GET YOUR HEADS OUT OF THE GUTTER THIS IS FOR THE LAUGHS AND BECAUSE I WAS TALKING ABOUT IT WITH MY FRIEND AND NOW I MUST SHARE WITH YOU WHAT I THINK ABOUT THIS

Bruce: he would be an alpha. I know, basic, but the key here is that he ONLY dates other alphas. It’s not a choice, he’s definitely in denial about it, but he genuinely only falls for alphas.

Dick: he’s a beta, I accept no other opinions. He’s also attracted to all genders, because of course he is.

Barbara: she’s an alpha. No explanations needed.

Jason: now I think he might’ve been an omega and then the pit fucked with that and he came out of it an alpha, or the other way around. Both fit him perfectly imo, idk why. Either way he’s definitely only attracted to betas. might or might not have gender dysphoria

Cass: alpha or beta, either way it doesn’t matter because she’s still the best.

Tim: he’s def a beta, and that sounds boring but I think he deserves a break because if he were an alpha or an omega this poor bird would probably just have the worst time because the universe loves kicking him down at every turn.

Steph: beta.

Duke: beta again, but only because I can’t fully decide, and idk I think it’s ok.

Damian: he’s an alpha, of course, and he’s EXACTLY like Bruce in the sense he exclusively attracts alphas without meaning to. The key here is that he’s never really interested in anyone even once he’s a full adult ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

BONUS ROUND: SUPERFAM

Clark: he doesn’t have a secondary gender because he’s full alien, so let’s say beta.

Kon: the boys don’t get that privilege. Kon would def be an omega, do not ask me why, it just Feels Right. He’s also really proud of it and doesn’t give a fuck about outside opinions. The kryptonian biology def fucks with it so I think he would still have very mild/short heats.

Jon: baby’s an alpha and, like Kon, his ruts are very mild and barely noticeable. He def got it from Lois who’s an alpha too.

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I made this!

@chibinightowl encouraged me long, long ago to actually write. And I finally was not tired enough to sleep but apparently exhausted enough to write this little thing AND think it was funny. It's less than 1000 words which irritates me to no end. I'm extremely proud of it as it's my first fanfic in decades. And I haven't deleted it off the face of the earth yet, so it deserves to be talked about!

Yes, the title is in reference to Cowboy Bebop because I am a fandom old.

Mushroom Hunting

by me

He could do this. It was just stairs. Stairs to his apartment. Item number one. He was so tired.

Step.

One foot in front of the other. Inhale. No, he can't. Collapsing on the stairs would be unbecoming.

Step.

Step again.

Rinse. Repeat. Forever. He could do this. Exhale.

Step.

Stupid stairs. Stupid apartment.

Step.

How many stairs does a place need to have, anyway? Surely this is too many. Dick looked longingly at the landing. Maybe he could rest. The carpeting was stained and worn. Rats. Were there rats on this landing? Better not chance it.

Step.

He used the handrail to haul himself up another step. Around the corner. Too tight a corner. His hip hit the handrail and he glared. It was put there specifically to trip him up. He just knew it. He was going to make sure the new apartment didn’t have handrails. Yeah. That would show them.

Step.

His sneaker toe brushed the edge of the next step, exerting no more effort than he had to, and slid into the riser. He was pretty sure he was going to die before he got to his apartment.

Step.

Sleep forever. Sleep would be so good right now. He smiled and thought about curling up on the floor of his apartment in front of the door. He would be safe.

Step.

He could close the door and curl up right there against the door. Of course, if there was a fire, they wouldn’t be able to get the door open if he was sleeping in front of it. It would suck to die by fire when everything else Gotham had thrown at him had missed.

Step.

Jason would laugh at him. He missed Jason. He missed sleep. A yawn split his face and he blinked until the stairs came back in focus.

Step.

Just a little further. Warm comfy, safe, apartment floor. No. Fire on the floor. Bed. But couch?.

Step.

Keep going. Stairs will also not be the death of you. They’re just stairs. So many steps to get where he wanted to be.

Step… and stumbled forward as he belatedly realized he’d found the top of the stairwell. He braced himself against the left wall and used it as a guide down to his door. Good. Turn the knob, achieve his objective.

Locked.

He softly knocked his head against the doorway and thought really hard about just crying right here. Deep breaths. The goal was in sight.

What’s the next step? Locked door needs… key. Right. Hand strayed to pant pocket, fumbled through random flotsam and jetsam… chuffs a soft laugh. The Little Mermaid. I bet she gets to sleep. How did she sleep? On the ocean floor? On a cave ceiling?

Key! Oh, the key has been found. Key, doorknob, open. Apartment sweet apartment. Safety.

Key in hand and fumbled. Exhausted fingers. Stupid, tired, busted up fingers. He scowls at the key. What would he have done if this was grated flooring? He despairs as his numb mind sees the key slip through the grate out of his sight a floor or so below. He shakes himself from the vision. New items added to list. Bend, grab key, doorknob… oh, knees creak. That’s fun. On the way down and on the way up too. Awesome. He’ll have to stretch out or he’ll get stiff. Add another thing to the list. At the bottom. Least important right now.

Key gets fumbled into lock, door opens.

Achievement unlocked; final boss defeated.

Lights slowly brighten, heat kicks on, and Dick shivers suddenly freezing. Temperature had been so far down the list of things for him to worry about he’d forgotten how cold the night had turned. Having achieved his goal, he has just enough energy to toe off his shoes and shuffle them aside in some semblance of order. A trail of clothing is left along the floor as Dick sheds the last of his trials.

He’s freezing again. And it’s suddenly too much. His palms push into his eyes sockets as he takes a steadying breath. Sorts out his next move. Sofa. Big fluffy blanket. Comfy sofa, warmth. But pants. If he has to leave quickly; please, please, just let him rest, he won’t want to stop and find a pair of pants before he has to go. His jump bag is right next to his shoes. Well, close to his shoes, he remembers putting them there. Oh yeah. Pants. Decisions, decisions.

In his mind he runs through scenarios where he might need pants. He sees his siblings’ horror, has a whole scene where Steph climbs through the window and then mimes stabbing out her eyes as she yells about his nakedness. In his own apartment. She can’t do that. His brain now fully working up worst case scenarios, see’s Batman climb in behind Stephanie…

Stop. Here there be dragons. Nope. He does not want to think about that. Full stop.

He takes another fortifying breath. He’s a sensible man, he thinks anyway, as he stands in his underwear in the middle of his apartment with his hands over his eyes and he CAN go find some damn pants. Then bed. Better than couch, he agrees. With himself. He twists around the couch to grab the fluffy blanket and before the absolute last of his resolve drains away, goes to find pants. Dragging the blanket behind.

Pants. Bed. Fluffy blanket. Cover Sleep

All comfy and burrito’d sufficiently, he closes his eyes.

And needs to pee.

#dick grayson #i wrote this

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A Bad Influence - Eddie Munson

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Summary : You're a cheerleader and dating Eddie Munson. When you started dating, you wanted to keep it to yourself as you didn't want to listen to everyone's comment, but now you're ready to show the guy you love, no matter what they say.

Warnings : Jason Carver is a dick, some mean cherleaders, kicking Jason in the private parts, maybe some grammatical mistakes as English is not my first language, tell me if you see them and if I missed any warnings.

Word Count : 3k

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Song Inspiration : Bad For Business by Sabrina Carpenter

You grab the polaroid before shaking it carefully. Eddie kisses your cheek before taking his guitar, playing some random chords. You listen to him while you wait for the image to show up. You look at him, his hair falling on his focused face. After a minute, you take a look at the photo in your hand and discover yours and Eddie’s, facing each other. You both have a big smile and your eyes are full of love. As you keep your eyes on the polaroid, you tell yourself you’re really lucky to have him. Every time you spend a moment with him, you feel grateful for your maths teacher. If she hadn’t picked you to tutor Eddie, you would have never talked to him.

Your social circles are different. Unfortunately, it’s also the reason why you wanted to keep your relationship to yourselves in the first place. You only wanted to love Eddie without receiving unsolicited comments. But you’re tired of hiding. And since you’re with him, your confidence grows everyday. The past few weeks, you realised you wanted to be able to hold Eddie’s hand in the corridors, to come to school with him. Just to be a normal couple, even though you look completely different on the outside. You haven’t told him all of that yet, still hesitating a little, but looking at the picture, your last doubts leave you.

You put the photograph on the bed and get closer to Eddie. He keeps playing with his guitar even if he feels your presence. You take a deep breath before speaking.

“Eddie, I’ve been thinking and…” You start and your boyfriend sends you a worried look. “Don’t worry, everything is alright.”

“I’m listening carefully.” He assures you, setting his instrument aside.

“We should stop hiding our relationship.”

“‘Stop hiding our relationship’ as in ‘I’d be able to kiss you in front of everyone’ kind of way ?”

“Yes, in that way.”

Suddenly, Eddie stands up, not able to contain his joy. You look at him, laughing. He sits back down in front of you before taking your hands.

“What made you change your mind ?” He asks you with a big smile.

“I’m tired of saying if I’m not going to that party it’s because I’m tired or my parents don’t want me to go when in reality, I’m with you. And we even shouldn’t have hid in the first place. I mean, you’re proud of who you are and I was selfish by asking you to keep it low. It wasn’t fair to you.” You admit, looking down, feeling ashamed.

“It’s what you wanted.”

“I know but I shouldn’t have asked you that. I asked you to hide a part of yourself when I know you’re not the kind of person to do that. I’m sorry and I want to change that.” You tell him, putting your hand on his cheek.

“I’m not mad at you, Y/N. I promise you. But I’m not gonna lie, I’m happy to know that I can now show everyone I’m dating the most beautiful cheerleaders.”

You lean in and peck his lips.

“So you drive me to school tomorrow ?”

“Absolutely, M’Lady.” Eddie says, happy.

The next day, in Eddie’s van, you’re surprisingly calm. You know you’re about to hear some critics from your friends but Eddie has become someone important for you the past few months. Your feelings for him are more important than some stupid comments. 

When you arrive at school, Eddie opens your door. You always tell him he doesn’t have to do it, but he keeps doing it. You think it’s cute. When you get out of the vehicle, you put your bag on your shoulder before taking Eddie’s hand. A big smile takes its place on his face just like on yours. You both start walking to the school’s entrance and you already see some weird look in your direction. You try not to pay attention. Eddie’s presence helps you. Before entering the building, he stops and faces you.

“I need to talk with the Hellfire before the bell rings. See you in literature ?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“I’m going to leave before your friends attack me with their pom poms.”

“See you later.” You laugh before kissing him.

He walks away, waving at you one last time. You smile at him before going to the cheerleaders, trying to act casual.

“Hi girls.”

“What was that ?!”

“Have you gone crazy ?!”

“Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson, really ?!”

“Don’t call him ‘The Freak’” You retort to Chelsea.

“You’re in a relationship with him ?” Chrissy asks you, kindly compared to the others.

“Yeah, we’ve been together for some time now.”

“But why ? You know he’s dangerous ! He created a club that worships the Devil.” Chelsea protests.

“It’s a Dungeons And Dragons club.” You correct her, rolling your eyes.

“Come on, Y/N he sells drugs.” She murmurs looking around her. “Everyone knows that.”

“Everyone knows that because you’re the first to buy it from him for your parties.” You bite back. “I have to go to class.”

You walk away from the group, sighing loudly. Those reactions were predictable but you’re annoyed either way. No one seems to have the ability to look beyond the looks. You hope this situation won’t last long.

With your morning classes, you cool down. Your friends don’t talk about Eddie again, but the way they act around you changed. During lunch break, Eddie comes to you, bringing totally back your joy. He invites you to his table with the other members of the Hellfire. Sitting down, most of them have their mouths wide open.

“I can’t believe he was telling the truth.” Dustin states, shocked.

“Why would I have lied ? I got a beautiful girlfriend, that’s a fact, Henderson.”

“But it’s almost impossible that you’re attracted to a popular girl and even more that a cheerleader falls in love with you.” Mike says as if it was obvious. In response, Eddie slaps the back of his head. “Ouch !”

“Keep talking and you won’t be allowed to be there for my next campaign.” 

“I’m just surprised, that’s all. Are you going to eat with us everyday ?”

“Every two days.” You answer to Mike. “I want to spend some time with my friends as well. Anyway, I’m glad to officially meet you.”

The other teenagers show their enthusiasm and you talk with them easily. They include you in their conversation without a second thought. Next to you, Eddie is happy. Even though he knew there would be no problem with his friends, he’s satisfied by their reactions.

Before your cheerleading practice, Eddie finds you at your locker. As you finish later, Chrissy is the one bringing you back so he wanted to see you one last time before the end of the day. In his arms, you appreciate the last minutes of peace you have left before meeting your teammates. Eddie questions you about them and the way they reacted.

“I didn’t ask during lunch but how did it go with your friends ?”

“Better than I thought but obviously Chelsea had to bring ‘but he worships the Devil’ bullshit.”

“What ? I haven’t told you they were telling the truth since the beginning ? I want to sacrifice you for the next full moon.” He tells you with a fake evil grin.

“You’re an idiot.” You laugh.

“Maybe, but I made you smile.”

“I just hope they’re gonna stop soon. They have no right to talk about our relationship !” You state, feeling the anger coming back. Your eyes set on the clock in front of you and you notice you’re about to be late. “My God ! I have to go ! See you tomorrow.” You exclaim before kissing him.

“Love you !” He shouts when you start running. 

“Love you, too !”

When you get to the empty locker room, you understand they’re all already ready. You put on your sports outfit quickly. You put your clothes down without paying attention to them before you grab your water bottle and run to the gymnasium. When you enter the place, you see they haven’t started yet. You take a deep breath before putting your bottle next to everyone else’s. You get closer to your teammates when Chelsea sends you a glare. 

“You’re late.”

“I’m one minute late.” You tell her, showing her the clock behind her.

“I’m sure it’s because of the Freak.”

“Stop calling him that !”

“What ? It’s true ! Besides, since the start of the school year, you’re always late and/or tired at practice. He’s not a good influence on you.” She insists and the other girls agree.

“Nonsense ! I’m only a minute late from time to time. The only time I was five minutes late it was because Miss O’Donnell held me back !” You defend yourself, she takes a fake innocent smile before answering you.

“I’m only saying this for you. It’d be too bad to lose your place on the team because of him.”

“She won’t lose her place.” Chrissy assures, coming next to you. “Don’t worry, Y/N. We were about to start stretching. You’re on time. ” She informs you with a friendly smile. “Come on girls, let’s go !”

You send her a grateful look before thanking her to have put an end to the conversation. Chelsea begins to stretch as if nothing happened while you’re still mad. You try to forget about her stupid accusations but the other judging looks from the other cheerleaders don’t help you.

Even though only a day passed, you have hope people will stop talking. Or at least, they will only send you weird looks. For now, it looks like they are.

As agreed before, during lunch break, you eat with your own social circle. Though, as you walk close to Eddie, you touch his shoulder before going to the popular table. He smiles at you looking at you sitting next to Chrissy. You start eating your sandwich when you see Jason taking place in front of you, a determined look on his face. 

“I heard Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson corrupted you.”

“Jason.” Chrissy scolds him.

“I don’t know why you think it’s your business.” You retort.

“I just want to protect her because he’s probably already hurt her.” Jason answers Chrissy, ignoring your comment.

“He has never done anything to me. He’s nicer than all of you.” You inform, dryly.

“And his club, what is it for you ?”

“A club for a fantasy game.”

“It’s only a matter of time before he hurts you.”

“You don’t even know him. You’re ridiculous, Carver.”

“Ok, let’s say he’s not dangerous, which I think is not true, going out with him is not good for you. You really think you can stay popular with him ?” He asks you genuinely. 

“I signed to be a cheerleader, not popular.”

“It’s the same thing. Everyone knows that.” Jason says as if it was obvious. “What are our rivals gonna say about you, about us, when they’ll learn one of our cheerleaders is dating Munson ? We’d lose all credibility.”

“I think we have a higher risk of losing our credibility by losing our games. You know, like the last two. If I recall correctly, it’s because of you we couldn’t get the same score, right ?” You attack him with a smile on your face. “So stop blaming Eddie for everything and anything when you don’t even know him. You’re just a dick, Carver !”

You don’t give him time to answer, you just leave the cafeteria, leaving your belongings behind. You hear Eddie running, but you don’t look back before being at a good distance from Jason. When Eddie sees you stopped walking, he doesn’t wait before taking you in his arms. You feel all the tension leaving your body. You hold him a little tighter, loving his presence. 

“Sorry, it’s because of me they bother you.” He whispers in your ear.

“Don’t apologise.” You retort, breaking the embrace a little. “They are the ones who should apologise. You didn’t do anything wrong. They are all jerks. Honestly, I don’t get why they are making a big deal out of it. It’s our relationship, not theirs. My personal life has nothing to do with my cheerleading skills !”

“They’re too busy to conform to this fucked up society to understand this. Don’t pay attention to what they say.” Eddie tells you, stroking your arms.

“I wish I could !” You exclaim, totally breaking the embrace. “Sincerely, I wish I was like you and I wouldn't get affected by what they say. They just get on my nerves ! I don’t like the way they talk about you.” You shout pointing to the cafeteria direction. “You’re the kindest guy I know and they judge you because of your metalhead look.”

“Forget about them.” He states, getting close to you.

“How ? I have three hours left with them.”

“Not if we skip school.”

“Eddie, I can’t do that.”

“You never miss school, once won’t kill you. Besides, you’re totally mad at them and you won’t be able to focus.” He tries to convince you.

“You know me too well.” You sigh, taking his hand.

“You know, I’m just taking care of my girl. Come on.” He smiles before guiding you to the exit.

“And our stuff ?” You question him, stopping him in his tracks.

“Don’t worry, Henderson will take mine and I’m sure Chrissy will do the same.”

“They’re right, you’re a bad influence, Munson.”

He laughs before starting to walk to the exit again. In the afternoon, you two just laugh together and listen to music. You also try to help him for his next campaign. You get him more relaxed than the past two days.

You’re in your room, reading Lord Of The Rings, under Eddie’s order, when you hear someone knocking on your house door. When you open it, you find Chrissy with your belongings.

“I came to give you this.” She says, showing your bag.

“Thanks Chrissy.” You smile, taking back your stuff. “Come in.”

“You’re feeling better ?” She asks you when you both sit on the couch.

“Yeah.”

“I didn’t say a lot in the past few days but I disagree with them.” She informs you. “ Well, I’m not gonna lie, I thought Eddie was intimidating at first, but he seems nice. Earlier, I heard him talk to you. I wanted to check on you and when I arrived, he was telling you to skip school. It was cute of him.”

“Yes, he’s very caring. I feel like he’s bringing me up.” You admit with a huge smile. “I hope the other will see who he truly is.”

“It’ll happen, I’m sure. And even if they don’t, we don’t care. As the head of the cheerleaders, I can assure you your relationship with Eddie won’t be a problem and if the girls dare to say something, they’re the ones who will have a problem.”

“That’s why you’re my best friend, Chrissy.”

You take Chrissy in your arms for a second. After your hug, she leaves your home, not wanting to be late for dinner.

Knowing you have Chrissy’s support, you are less apprehensive for the next day at school. You know with her, the unsolicited opinions will stop soon. Though, that doesn’t mean Jason won’t keep talking. He proves that to you during the lunch break, again. As you’re sitting with Hellfire, you see him coming with two of his friends. 

“Carver, what a displeasure to see you. What is the reason for you to come meet us in our little cult ?” Eddie questions him with a grin.

“Still with him, seriously ?” He spits, ignoring Eddie and you roll your eyes. 

“What’s your problem, Carver ?”

“I’m just saying you should date someone else, Y/L/N.”

“And why should I ? To be with one of the popular guys knowing the majority of them are cheaters and dicks ?” You ask him, getting angry.

“Always with the stereotypes !”

“Yeah because it’s not what you do with Eddie ? You’re a hypocrite, Carver.”

“I want to protect you.” He states, innocently.

You feel the rage getting bigger and bigger and Eddie sees it. He does nothing to calm you down, knowing Jason is about to get it. He just looks at the conversation with satisfaction.

“And who said I need protection ? And above all, yours ? Do you think I can’t handle myself ? To be a cheerleader, you don’t need beauty, you know but strength. I don’t need you nor the rest of the team. I can protect myself.”

“It’s true, physically you must be stronger than the Freak, but that’s it. Real men are stronger than him. You need a protector.”

You don’t answer him and stand up before kicking him in his privates. He screams in pain before bending. Everyone watches the scene in shock while Eddie bursts into a fit of laughter as well as the rest of Hellfire. You take your boyfriend’s hand and force him to leave the cafeteria. In the corridor of the day before, you finally start laughing as you think back of the scene.

“I knew you’d handle the situation, but I didn’t know you’d handle it that well. This moment will forever be etched in my memory.”

“It felt good.” You admit, being proud of yourself. 

“I’m not going to lie, it was pretty sexy to see you sticking up for me.” He reveals, putting his hand on your hips.

“I’d do it again.”

Eddie smiles before leaning in and kissing you softly. You put your hands on his cheeks, deepening the kiss.

A week ago, you would have never thought you would stand up to someone, especially Jason Carver, but being with Eddie helps to get more confident. No matter what they can say, he’s the best boyfriend you could have ever asked for. He’s good for your heart, that’s what matters.

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No One Left Behind

Tim may have erred. Maybe. Just a bit.

Okay, so sneaking out while Bruce was out cold (broken leg, he’ll be down for weeks) was perhaps a bad idea, but, uh…

Look. He’s been on this case for two months, he can wrap it up without Bruce! He’s not a baby, or an incompetent disaster. So the guy he’s after is located in the Bowery. He’ll be in and out without Hood ever knowing a damn thing.

Turns out that it wasn’t Hood he should have been wary of.

He’s not an imcompetent disaster, but neither is the man he’s been tracking, apparently. The bastard brought in help–False Facers, never a good thing–and, well…

Let the vigilante who has never-not-once taken a board to the face cast the first stone.

So anyways, that’s why he’s hanging on a meat hook in some grimy warehouse, stripped of most of his weapons and unable to even backtalk thanks to the strip of duct tape plastered firmly across his mouth. He can’t see, either, because some asshole decided to blindfold him.

This is a little bad, but Tim is mostly confident that he can get out of this.

Mostly.

Unfortunately, while they’ve missed the lockpick in his glove, they’ve also tied his hands with rope. And the knots are good.

Think, Tim, think…

Five men, sounds like. Maybe six. Unknown number outside the room, no way to see who’s armed and with what. Best bet: stay very quiet and try to assess–

“Shit-!”

“What’s he doing here?”

“Shoot him, stupid!”

Tim goes from Bruce? Dick? to oh no when the return gunfire reaches his ears. Of course Hood would have noticed the to-do. Tim aside, these guys have been running guns for weeks. There’s been a lot of fatalities.

Maybe if he stays quiet enough, Hood won’t notice him. Or maybe he’ll just leave him here to figure things out, that would be fine.

There’s the sound of doors being kicked in, followed by more gunfire and screams. Then, all at once, it’s silent.

Tim’s taken by surprise when the blindfold is yanked off, followed by the duct tape. For one semi-hysterical moment, he feels like he’s a cheap slasher film; the room is littered with bodies and Hood is inches away, head tilted like Jason Voorhees. He’s very still and Tim’s mouth gets out ahead of him when he says, “Is there something on my face?”

Hood moves , knife singing through the air and oh no oh no oh no–

Thump.

Ow…

Ow?

Tim is on the ground, rope around his wrists sliced through without so much as a lingering strand. Unfortunately, he’s now stuck staring up at Hood, who. Um.

The bastard’s built like a brick wall. Hits like one, too, as Tim can attest. This isn’t a position he wants to be in.

Although.

Hood’s not moving to attack him. His body language suggests that he actively doesn’t want a fight, actually, and hesitant squinting (and accounting for a very small concussion that Alfred does not need to know about) turns up blood seeping steadily through the vest, just under the bird-bat-thing on his chest. It makes the symbol look like it’s bleeding.

It’s creepy.

“Um.” He’s not sure what’s the point here. “You’re, uh, bleeding.”

Hood scoffs, cold and angry.

“Look at that, you really are a detective.”

Tim doesn’t really care, on a personal level, what happens to Hood. But Bruce will, hands down, and Tim already dragged him back from the brink once. He doesn’t want to do that again.

“I can help–”

“You can keep your hands to yourself or you can carry them home in your utility belt,” Hood snarls. “We clear?”

…

Contrary to popular opinion, Tim has a little bit of self-preservation.

“We’re clear.”

“Good.” Hood turns, breathing slowly and carefully, and stalks over to a body–no, to an unconscious man. He kicks the man over and oh, no, he’s not unconscious, not totally. “I know you’re awake, asshole.”

“No–”

“Relax. You’re the sole survivor; you should be proud.” He crouches down, reaches out and hefts the man half-off the floor. “You’re going to leave, and you’re going to tell everyone you know what happened here, and you’re going to make especially sure that they understand that this was a fluke . Next time I have to break up something like this? Nobody walks away. S’that clear?” Silence. Hood tightens his grip and growls, “Is. That. Clear?”

Terrified nodding. Hood drops the man back and his head hits the ground with a nasty crack! Seemingly satisfied, he stands up, rolls his shoulders and pops his neck, and turns towards the door.

“Why did you save me?”

Good job, Timothy! He was leaving and you had to open your big fat mouth!

Hood stills. For one hopeful second, Tim thinks he’ll be ignored. He’s not so lucky; Hood whirls back and crosses the room in seven rapid stomps.

“Oh, I’m sorry, did you have an escape plan?”

“I–”

“Because what it looked like to me was yet another kidnapped Robin with no Batman in sight!”

“Hood–”

“Next time, pretender , I’ll go on my merry way and let them take a branding iron to your face. Or maybe waterboard ya, that sounds fun, right? Bonus if they hook you up to a car battery, that’ll get your heart rate up!”

“Jason–”

Hood shuts up. Tim gets the feeling he didn’t mean for that rant to happen. The blood coming from under the bird is starting to bloom more than trickle and he’s breathing heavily and now, now is when he’s going to finish what they started, isn’t it, good going, Tim, you fucked up now–

“Better get one thing through your head, kid,” Hood says roughly. “Take the saves when they come, because they’re not guaranteed.”

Tim shuts up after that. Hood turns on his heel and walks out into the rain.

THE END

#jason todd #tim drake #why do they kick me? #'why did you save me?' #arkhamverse #scaryverse #jason's feelings on tim are complicated #he's not fond #he won't lose sleep over breaking a bone or two #but kidnapped robins are a real problem and he will intervene for that #(grudgingly) #(bitterly) #(he'll probably go home and rage-cook something because 'stupid batman can't keep track of his fucking birds jesus christ' #'you gotta be kidding me')

[bobafett]

stealing this because the boops made me realize how much i miss tag games.

How many works do you have on AO3? A grand total of 14. I am not a prolific writer.

What’s your total AO3 word count? 63,880. Please see above answer.

What fandoms do you write for? Batman and Star Wars. I have a little bit of Supernatural fic posted on an alt account, and I've been turning over an idea for an OW fic in my head for a while, but it takes me a long time to figure out how to write in a fandom in a way that still captures the "vibes" of the source material (which is always one of my goals). So I rarely branch out.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos? New Cornerstone (suitless!Vader AU from a million years ago), Brothers in Arms (Jon starts to get an inkling that his best friend has perhaps not had a normal childhood), Setting the Bone (Selina Kyle: reluctant parental figure), In This Twilight (Damian and Jason brotherly bonding, first batfam fic I ever wrote), and Try to Sweep the Darkness Out (batfam Christmas special that I've almost orphaned 10 times because I hate the writing choices I made in it so much). None of the fics I'm actually proud of are on this list. Tragic.

Do you respond to comments? Irregularly and unpredictably! I will if I feel like I have something to say and it catches me in the right mood.

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Uh, that would be High Water Mark since it starts with a scene of Cody contemplating suicide and ends with the instant right before Order 66 kicks in.

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Probably Problem Solving since it's the only fic I've ever written where I was actually trying to be light hearted.

Do you get hate on fics? Never, thankfully.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? If I thought I could do it successfully, I would. But I'm not, so I don't.

Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? Basically never. There is a Doctor Who/Sherlock fic buried on my old FF.net account. There's also a Super Smash Bros fic on there that I wrote in 2009, which I suppose also counts.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? I can't imagine why anyone would.

Have you ever had a fic translated? Nope.

Have you ever co-written a fic before? No, and I never would. I'm too much of a control freak about my writing. Writing, say, shared universe stuff might be fun, but actually co-authoring something would drive me nuts.

What’s your all time favorite ship? What a question. I come back to Jaime/Brienne a lot for reading, but I don't think I'd ever write it. I write a ton of BatCat, but rarely read it because I'm particular. I like Lois/Clark, but I almost never write OR read it. I'm honestly not very ship motivated. Most of the time I filter for a ship because I'm in the mood for its attendant tropes, and if the writing is good, you can sell me on just about anything.

What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Hmngh. New Cornerstone again. There's 20k of an expanded version of it on my hard drive that I haven't added to since probably 2017. There's something very fun about suitless!Vader as a character because he's such a sparking, destructive livewire of a person, but also I'm experienced enough now to realize how difficult doing justice to that premise is. Also, I'd have to rewatch TCW to get Ahsoka's voice down, and I just don't got time for that shit.

What are your writing strengths? Description and sense of place. Also pretty good at dialogue.

What are your writing weaknesses? Fucking. Long fic. Plot in general. I'm horrifically bad at it.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I'm usually inclined to keep all my dialogue in English, but it would depend on the context and the effect I was going for.

First fandom you wrote for? Purposefully? Inuyasha. Without having any idea what fanfic was? I created an Artemis Fowl fairy OC and stuck her in Indiana Jones when I was 10 years old.

Favorite fic you’ve written? They Don't Sing Songs For Me. No contest. It's perfectly captures what I think is the ideal form of fanfic: two characters who have absolutely no business interacting with each other building a compelling relationship dynamic over the course of 9k words.

I will be tagging @panharmonium, @apostatefrog, @dead-ghost-walking, @ryehouses, @yellowocaballero, @lazuliquetzal. Also anyone else who wants to. I will bring back tag games by force of will, so help me God.

#nothing like looking at your own AO3 archive to make you realize how much you've grown as a writer since 2015 #from the beehive

[sincerelyhecate]

you (hit me with a broom and) set my heart ablaze

Title: you (hit me with a broom and) set my heart ablaze (chapter 8)

Pairing: Jason Grace/Percy Jackson

Length: 11.5k words

You can also read this on AO3.

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Though he belonged amongst the living, Nico had always exuded a ghostly aura that did little to set him apart from the rest of the spectral inhabitants of the castle. It gave him a slight advantage of being stealthier than most students; a quirk that he’d utilise to tail after rulebreakers during his patrol rounds before catching them in the act, and also to jump Percy just for the fun of it.

One evening, just as Percy was about to descend down the stairs leading to the dungeons, he was ambushed by the boy, not unlike how a ghost would scare off its unlucky victim. As if he was materialising from the shadows themselves, Nico suddenly popped out of thin air to corner Percy into the wall, nearly scaring the living daylights out of him.

“Ahhh!” he screeched a little too unmanly for his liking, clutching his heart that had almost escaped his chest in fright. In his defence, his guard was down by quite a bit after one exceptionally tiring session of Quidditch practice; only the thoughts of his fluffy four-poster and a good night's sleep had kept his legs walking. “Nico! Would it be so bad to say hello first? Maybe a little ‘How are you’ on the side?”

Nico wasted no time to get to his point. “Let Hufflepuff win this upcoming match.”

“…Oh?” A grin sneaked its way onto Percy’s face. “Didn’t know you care this much about Quidditch. But isn’t this a bit too…unprofessional? What happened to sportsmanship, mate?”

“It’s gonna be Hazel’s first official match against you. Seeker vs Seeker. We barely won against Ravenclaw last time. Don’t you think you should go easy on her?”

Ah. So this was Nico on Brother Bear’s mode. A side of him that would surface only once in a blue moon amidst his usual sharp-edged exterior, and one Percy was really fond of because it’s a testament of how gooey Nico was on the inside.

Unfortunately, he couldn’t quite appreciate the idea that he had to deliberately give Hazel the upper hand when she was already a capable Seeker on her own. It would’ve been an insult to both of their prowesses as respectable Quidditch players. And, if you’d ever think of holding yourself back in a match, you’d sooner find yourself better off not playing at all, because you’d only drag the rest of your teammates down.

He remembered having the time of his life practising together with Hazel when they met over the summer—on a special invitation to their luxurious mansion from Hades himself, alongside good ol’ Frank—and was blown away by how good she was despite being a late bloomer in flying. 

Her case was an almost perfect reflection of his own, when he thought about it. Back then, he just couldn’t help but see himself in her when she shakily rode the latest Firebolt model with unshakable will, and was thus determined to help her ease into the role of the great Seeker she’s destined to be. To be proud was an understatement when he found out she made it to the Hufflepuff’s team.

“I don’t think so, mate.”

Shivers ran down his spine when Nico narrowed his eyes in a razor-sharp stare. “I thought you loved her like your own sister?”

“Without a doubt! But I don’t think she’d appreciate it if you do this, even if it’s for her sake. In fact, she’d think that you’re just undermining her abilities, and would probably kick your arse the next time she sees you.”

“I am not undermining her. I just so happen to intimately know all about you Slytherin snakes’ cheating tendencies and general buffoonery when playing. I’ve seen how especially barbaric your Beaters are, the bats should’ve been confiscated from their possessions by now if the school has any common sense. Hence, I need to make sure to drill into your thick skulls to play nicely around her, or else someone would end up in the hospital wing—and it’s not gonna be her.”

“Merlin, Nico. You can be so dramatic sometimes. Every Quidditch player has to have their own run-in with a Bludger at least once, you know? It’s practically a rite of passage for us.”

“You know what’s another rite of passage? A Stinging Jinx to your arse right this instant.”

Before Nico’s threat could come to fruition, Percy’s arse was saved by Nakamura passing by. The temperature in the corridor dropped by several degrees as hostility unwittingly leaked out of himself at the sight of the Captain. While Jason, bless his golden heart, had forgiven the bloke long ago, Percy found it easier to hold a grudge instead.

Not one to poke the bee’s nest unprovoked, Nakamura trod away without as much of a glance at them.

“Still petty, I see,” Nico said, throwing a knowing smirk at him once the prat was out of their sight. Percy shrugged in reply, finding no fault in his statement.

“You know how I am, Neeks. I’m nothing if not running on pettiness.”

“And cringe,” Nico added, nodding solemnly in agreement. “How do you even handle rooming with him?”

“Oh, that’s easy. We just pretend the other doesn’t exist.”

“And somehow I’m the dramatic one.”

“The most dramatic of them all,” Percy confirmed brightly, reaching out a hand to ruffle those fluffy black curls. With perfected movement, Nico’s hand slapped his own away before he could even touch a strand. 

Unfazed, he continued, “I like how protective you could be sometimes, but don’t worry too much, okay? Hazel’s a tough lass. And really, how does that add up to your demand of letting Hufflepuff win in the first place? You could’ve just told me to keep on my toes around her.”

“Eh, it’s worth a try,” Nico waved a dismissive hand. “You know how thorough I am in everything I do.”

“And somehow I’m the one who got Sorted into Slytherin.”

“It fits you,” Nico shrugged. “You’re the snakiest of them all, Jackson. Dunno what Jason sees in you at all.”

“He sees the one and only man for him, thank you very much. Now run along, you sly bugger. I’m in desperate need of a shower.”

Like the bugger he truly was, Nico aimed a kick at his shin before disappearing into the shadows once more.

Two days before the fated Slytherin vs Hufflepuff match, Percy had a slight premonition that something was about to happen. Something decidedly eerie, but not sinister enough to keep him on his toes and anticipate anything disastrous. Shaking off the slight chill he felt on his skin, he continued going on his merry way in search of his boyfriend with the usual paper bag in hand.

After about twenty minutes of scouring the castle, he spotted Jason walking alone in a courtyard right outside the east wing. The usually hardened lines of his figure were relaxed somewhat, translating themselves into something soft and fluffy to mirror his languid pace and loosened posture. He looked like he's in desperate need of a hug (or maybe it's just Percy who did), and Percy knew exactly how to fix that.

“Ah—Percy?” Jason exclaimed, the epitome of adorableness as his voice took an excited lilt when he registered Percy’s presence from the surprise back hug.

“Your one and only,” Percy confirmed, aware of how sickly sweet his own voice was. This romance business was downright stupid, if it wasn’t so damn addicting. “Where are you off to?”

“Just on my way back to the Tower.” Jason noticed the bag in his hand. As if he couldn’t get any cuter, his smile widened and his blue eyes twinkled in child-like exuberance. Sally’s homemade cookies just had that magical effect on anyone. “Is that what I think it is?”

“It is, with one extra thing.” Raising the bag to let Jason have a better look, Percy tried to tamper the nervousness bubbling in his guts. “I’d like you to wear it to my next match.”

“Is that…? Oh, Percy.” Jason was now bouncing on the balls of his feet, face glowing with excitement. Just like a golden retriever, both in temperament and preciousness. Retrieving the item from the bag, he inspected it carefully before surmising, “I think it’s going to look a little tight on me.”

It’s Percy’s spare Quidditch jersey, with the words ‘JACKSON 7’ printed in silver on the green fabric of the back. Since they’ve made it a (very late) tradition to attend each other’s match sporting the other’s team colours, Percy thought it’d be nice to take things a step further. 

A small part of him had anticipated Jason’s rejection over the idea. After all, their Houses had been bitter rivals ever since the falling out of their founders. Therefore, it would’ve been completely understandable if Jason had shown any sign of reluctance. Not because it’s Slytherin in particular, but because of the repercussions that were soon to follow from the other Gryffindors.

Because he’s the best boyfriend ever, Jason looked totally onboard. Just like Percy had hoped. Giddiness filled him from head to toe; he finally had the chance to see Jason in his clothes for the first time ever. The thought sent a deluge of warmth and happiness crashing in waves all over his body, and despite how dramatic this would sound, he really hoped he’d make it out alive when Jason would wear it on the day of the match.

“So, er…w-would you wear it, then?” he asked, cursing himself inwardly for stuttering.

“I’d love to, Percy,” Jason replied with a pleased sigh. 

Then, with no regard to Percy’s poor heart, he bundled the jersey in his hands before burying his face in it, as if to heave in Percy’s lingering scent. He seemed to realise what he did a little too late when his eyes widened in shock over his own action, immediately removing the article of clothing off his nose just in time to see Percy’s flabbergasted face. 

As they stared at each other with equally surprised faces, Percy thought, ah, it’s already so hopeless now.

There’s so sugar-coating it: he was now so pathetically in love, he’s beyond saving. In fact, he didn’t want to be saved. Jason was out to get him, hitting him at his weakest spot in rapid succession with his precious existence, and Percy’s masochistic arse wanted him to do it again and again until his own heart was a battered thing lying on the ground in pure unadulterated bliss.

Before Jason could stammer out an unnecessary excuse, Percy gathered his boyfriend in a frantic hug and planted a sloppy kiss on his lips. “Merlin, you’re so fucking adorable, Jason. One of these days, you’re going to be the absolute death of me. Merlin.”

“I’d rather you not die at all,” Jason muttered, his face still burning red from embarrassment. “How embarrassing! Acting like an absolute troll, sniffing your clothes like that. I’m really sorry—”

Percy shut him up with another kiss, a tad deeper this time. Jason hummed in surprised delight against his lips. When their mouths broke apart, his boyfriend was already smiling again. 

“I’ve got no clue why you feel the need to feel sorry, Jason. I’m happy you like it that much,” he said easily, wrapping his arms around Jason’s waist and swaying both of them around joyously to demonstrate his point. “Feels like there’s no other choice but to win the game now.”

Jason, sweet lovely Jason, went along with the impromptu little dance, and Percy relished the deep rumble of his chest as he chuckled deeply. “I’ll be counting on you for that, darling. I’ll be cheering you on as loud as I can.”

Darling.

The pet name Jason had exclusively claimed for him filled his heart with so much love, he’s afraid he’d physically float away into the endless sky with the joy it sparked. It was so tender in the way Jason had said it; a perfect expression of his affections in a manner only his lovely lips and wonderful tongue could deliver. It was music to Percy’s ears. 

Percy couldn’t care less that he’s sounding a bit overconfident then. He’d do anything to make sure that smile stayed in place. “I promise I’ll make you proud, baby. We’ve seen the way Hufflepuff played; I’m feeling very optimistic.”

Though it might’ve just been his imagination, he thought he’d seen Jason hesitate, just for a fraction of a millisecond. As Jason blinked owlishly at his pompous declaration, there was a minute twitch to his elegant brows that suggested an impending furrow, but it was gone before Percy knew it. And before he could think too hard on it, Jason distracted him with another sweet peck to the lips.

In the end, Percy failed to make good of his promise.

Which was hilarious, because until the commentator had announced that the match was over, he had thought he was unstoppable. 

On Jason’s side of the bargain, he’d fulfilled his promise to wear Percy’s jersey to the match, and had even stopped by the Slytherin’s changing room for a good luck kiss. At the sight, Percy had nearly combusted on the spot. Jason in his clothes, sporting his name on the back, announcing to anyone who’d care to notice that he belonged to Percy…let’s just say only the impending match had stopped Percy from dragging him away for a grand time of snogging.

In the end, it was all for naught. His team had lost the match against Hufflepuff. Spectacularly. 

He was convinced that it had all been his fault, but his ego demanded that he keep his head straight and out of the gutter. Hell would freeze over before he showed any signs of weakness in front of Nakamura of all people. The Captain who was, thankfully, still adamant with his cold war campaign against him, thus was smart enough to spare him the usual scathing criticism.

What had actually gone wrong? Percy wracked his brain for the answer but came up empty.

Was it the weather? It was sufficiently pleasant; specks of clouds dotted the blue sky to provide enough shade while still allowing near-perfect visibility. The wind was ideal for flying, blowing all over the pitch in the form of a cool and gentle breeze. 

Was it his performance? He was sure he was in top form; there had been no prominent sign of discomfort or fatigue from practising too hard at the start of the game. Even now, his body was still buzzing in adrenaline, not feeling any physical strain so much as his mental one. 

Was it their performance as a team? Objectively, Slytherin had boasted the superior team that day; they’d been ahead in points compared to Hufflepuff during the entirety of the match. They could’ve easily won in terms of Quaffle scoring alone. 

And, even with the knowledge that Jason was wearing his jersey, he hadn’t looked hard enough in the spectators’ stands for it to be a distraction. In fact, he’d been the most focused for this match.

There was only one anomaly that turned the tides of the game in favour of their opponents: the Snitch completely disappearing on Percy all throughout the game and, as if it had a mind of its own, presented itself to Hazel like it was a prized offering and she was a queen.

His mind was a whirlwind as he tried to take stock of the reality, distracting him enough from the gloomy atmosphere descending upon the rest of his teammates. His heart felt mostly empty, like any sort of emotion he should’ve been feeling was sucked out and into the stifling air. 

The Hufflepuffs, bless their considerate souls, were moderately celebrating on the sidelines far away from them, hugging and jumping and patting each others’ backs from the euphoria of their victory.

“Percy! Good game,” Hazel’s voice greeted him, and he belatedly registered her presence right in front of him. From her genial smile, he could tell that she was holding back from getting too celebratory in case she’d hurt his feelings, which was utterly ridiculous of an idea. As the victor, she had every right to.

He hugged her on auto-pilot, ignoring the awful sensation of his teammates’ bitter scowls. She hugged back just as fiercely, equally unbothered by the rest of the world. Gulping down the knot stuck in his too-tight throat, he managed to muster a smile he hoped was genuine enough. He didn’t want to make it look like he’s not happy for her, because he ultimately was. It’s just that the pang of losing was still so fresh. “You did fabulous, Hazel! I���m proud of you. Congratulations.”

“I can’t believe it!” she finally gushed, taking the cue to really express herself after Percy’s tacit approval. What an angel. “I’ve already won two times in a row for my very first season! Looks like your training regiment really paid off.”

That, plus something entirely different. Frustratingly, he still couldn’t pinpoint what it was. “It really did! I can’t wait to see what’s in store for you. Who knows, maybe you’ll get to hold the Cup for your very first season?”

She tilted her head, unconvinced. “That remains to be seen. You’re still better than me by a long shot—”

“Hazel—”

“—and I know you’ll compensate for today's loss with a glorious victory against Ravenclaw, alright?” Her smaller hands sought his own to grip them in reassurance. 

He couldn’t answer in affirmative, because didn’t he just lose a game he was so confident he’d win? Didn’t he just unfairly underestimate her?

“You were amazing just now, Percy,” Hazel pressed on. “I spent most of the time just watching you soaring all over the pitch instead of Seeking because you’re so godly on your broomstick. So really, if I wasn’t so lucky, you would’ve won by a landslide.”

“Don’t say that. You won fair and square, and you should be proud of it.” From the corner of his peripheral vision, a familiar precious face came into view. “Oh, look, Jason’s here. You go and celebrate with your team now.”

“Okay, lover boy. See you around!” With another quick hug to him and a friendly nod to Jason, she hurried off towards the gathering Hufflepuffs who were now chanting her name with vigour, her brown-golden curls bouncing along with her happy steps.

Jason’s strong arms were open and waiting as Percy crashed into his embrace. They enveloped him so lovingly, readily providing a sanctuary he could call his own. Between his earlier bravado, the misplaced confidence that their victory was a guarantee, and even making his boyfriend wear his own jersey when he'd lost in the end, it was like a nail to the coffin enclosing his already fraying self-composure. 

For the first time that evening, his emotions got the best of him. Hot tears began to pool in his eyes despite his personal reservations against crying. He buried his face in Jason’s neck as if to hide from the rest of the world, trying to focus on that wonderful scent just to calm himself down, to steer his mind away from the bitter reality. 

It helped, but barely just. He still couldn’t stop the sob tearing out of his throat. “J-Jason, I lost…”

“Hm. But you did your best, Percy, and that’s all that matters, isn’t it? The odds were just too stacked against you.”

They were? 

“I don’t care, hick, about the odds,” he blubbered, hating every second of him struggling to get his words out. “I only care about making you proud, hick, and I f-failed!”

“What? Darling, I’d still be proud of you no matter what.” Jason’s long fingers carded through his hair in gentle repetitive motions. It did wonders to soothe his awful mood. “And it’s only your second match. Officially," he belatedly added, because it's technically Percy's third. "There’s still one more to go until we can secure the Cup.”

Percy buried his face further in reply, though the boulder crushing down on his chest had already begun to chip away as he took in Jason’s kind reassurance. There’s something beautiful about Jason addressing both of them together when he talked about attaining the honour of winning the season. Now that their own match against each other was a thing of the past, it felt like his victory had very much become Jason’s and vice versa, and it was a very heartening idea to immerse himself in.

…Not to mention his losses would also become Jason’s, but he’d rather do anything else than to dwell on that right now.

“Take a walk with me?” Jason asked him, and he removed his face from Jason to nod meekly, inwardly cringing at the tear stains on Jason’s shoulder. Unbothered, Jason wiped at his tear-streaked cheeks with the hem of his sleeve. His kind smile was a lantern in a sea of fog; a guiding light, as he led Percy out and away from the pitch by hand.

***

It turned out that wearing Percy’s jersey to the match was the most ingenious idea ever. 

Despite smelling and feeling clean, it still retained Percy’s signature scent that only grew prominent the moment Jason put it on. He’d never felt so close to Percy while wearing it. It felt very much like Percy was giving him a hug all the time, as if the fabric was emulating his warm kisses and gentle touches against his skin. It went unsaid that Jason loved it very much, almost as much as he adored being held in Percy’s arms, to the point that he would, without even thinking, raise the neckline to his nose to take the occasional whiff, which would then send pleasant tingles travelling down his back.

Thanks to Piper and Leo flanking him in their seats in one of the Slytherin stands, he wasn’t too bothered by the blatant stares from the rest of the spectators, who were understandably perplexed by his sudden appearance amongst their ranks like a wild Bludger. In fact, he felt pride welling up in his chest instead. Just by donning the jersey bearing his boyfriend’s name had inspired an unfettered kind of vigour within him to cheer as loud as he could for Percy, not at all caring to mind his volume when the boy in question would perform a thrilling move like the aerial showman he was, holding everyone’s hearts captive all the while.

In the end, it was quite the pity that Percy had lost, but Jason was determined not to add to the damper on the already sullen mood. He found himself treading in new territory when the loss had actually driven Percy to tears; a side of his boyfriend he’d never seen nor expected. While it had caught him off-guard for a split second, he took it as an opportunity to be the one to lend his shoulder this time, happy he could provide the same pillar of support Percy had always offered him so readily.

They were strolling down the pathway near the Whomping Willow when Percy broke the heavy silence with a sigh. “Sorry you had to see me cry over something as stupid as losing.”

Jason halted in his tracks to pull Percy into another warm hug. It turned out Percy really needed that; he retreated into Jason’s embrace like it was the most natural thing to do, tucking his face into the crook of Jason’s neck without a second thought. Jason tightened his hold as he felt a forlorn sigh blowing against his jugular. 

“How is it stupid to cry over losing a match?” Jason said softly. “That’s a big thing for us Quidditch players. You’d seen me cry over stupider things and told me not to feel ashamed about it. Take your own advice and don’t be so hard on yourself, alright?”

“You were crying over me, which could've been anything but stupid,” Percy countered petulantly, though the heat in his voice was doused by the glumness of his tone. He leaned back to peer at Jason, the white of his eyes still rimmed red. “At least it made me feel like I’m special to you.”

“I’d rather not have to shed tears just to tell you how much you mean to me,” Jason huffed, feeling his cheeks flush. With his thumb, he traced over the drying streaks on Percy’s cheek fondly. “And I’d also rather not see you cry because you’re afraid of disappointing me. You could never, darling. Especially when you’ve already done your best.”

His lips met Percy’s nose in a quick kiss. It instantly prompted a small smile to bloom in Percy’s face. So cute. It’s rather gratifying to learn how foolproof the gesture had proven to be every time he noticed Percy needed a pick-me-up. One peck on the nose in exchange for one happy boyfriend.

Now leading him by the hand, Percy veered off the pathway and plopped down dramatically onto his bum on the grass, pulling Jason down with him. “I can’t fight you on that. Merlin knows how hard I was looking for that accursed winged bollock. Maybe that’s why it stings a lot more, to see all my efforts paid off for nothing in the end.”

“Well, not to make light of your predicament in any way, but after watching two Hufflepuff matches now, I honestly think it’d take more than just effort to beat Hazel Levesque in Seeking."

All of a sudden, there was something turbulent brewing underneath Percy’s quiet voice. “…You’re not implying Hazel was cheating, are you?”

Jason felt his heart lurching at the accusation. “No! Merlin, not at all.” Where did that come from? “I don’t even think she knows about this, nor does she have a hand in it. Do you want to listen to my crazy theory about this?”

This time, Percy’s tone came out a little teasing. Thank Merlin. “You’re sitting in the stands concocting theories while I was out there fighting for my life?”

“I was multitasking! Which mainly consisted of cheering for you at the top of my lungs and analysing Hufflepuff’s gameplay on the side. I assure you the theory-concocting came afterwards.”

Much to his delight, Percy leaned his head on his shoulder and said, “Let’s hear it, then.”

***

“Alright. Ever noticed how the Snitch behaved every time Hazel’s playing? I voiced my thoughts about this once, back during the Ravenclaw vs Hufflepuff match. It acted very peculiar back then, but I ultimately brushed it off as coincidence.”

“Didn’t you say it’d flown near her more often than not?”

“Yep. Not trying to diminish her skills in any way—she has more potential than any other rookie I’ve seen thus far—but it’s a little funny to see her looking for the Snitch in places that didn’t actually matter when the ball was near her all the time.”

“Wait,” Percy said, sceptical. “There’s no way she couldn’t have seen the Snitch then.”

“She could’ve, if she hadn’t been so busy tailing after you to find the Snitch. Maybe her strategy was to make you do the heavy lifting before snatching the thing from under your nose.”

Oh, Merlin. It was one of the oldest tricks in the book, and a strategy Percy had employed for quite a few times in his career. He didn’t know whether to feel proud or amused at how she’d followed his suggestions to a T. It could’ve worked if things had gone according to her plan; he was using an older version of the Nimbus, whilst Hades’ bottomless wealth had provided her with the latest Firebolt model. In terms of speed, she had the slightest bit of edge—not counting other factors like flying skills and friction.

“Maybe you’d been flying too far away,” Jason continued, his lips warm against Percy’s temple, “that you couldn’t hear me shouting at you to look her way even once. If only you’d seen the Snitch fluttering nearby before she did, we could’ve probably won against Hufflepuff.”

Ouch. Way to rub the salt into the wound there. “Okay, but that's just your observation. When does your theory come into play?”

“My theory is…” Jason paused slightly, either due to hesitation or for dramatic effect, “…she’s a Snitch magnet.”

“A Snitch magnet,” Percy repeated, feeling a little incredulous, trying to wrap his brain around the idea. Recalling back to Hufflepuff’s first match of the season, he pondered, “The Snitch had always flown a little too closely to her in the previous match. Was it acting similarly today?”

“It was, almost illogically so. It stayed within a ten-metre radius from her most of the time, though with all the stuff happening around the pitch—did you see how Nakamura flew into Gardner in a full-body slam? Nasty move, that was—uh, it would’ve been easy to miss.”

“…Right.” For some inexplicable reason, Percy’s chest felt lighter with the newfound knowledge. The nasty feeling of being the worst Seeker in the world began to dissipate. He could somehow identify it being the sheer relief of knowing that he, indeed, didn’t disappoint Jason in the way he’d thought, and belatedly realised that he’d played the match solely for Jason’s validation the entire time.

“Well, it still sucked that I couldn’t win for you, but at least we’d know how to handle Hazel next time,” Percy sniffed. He raised his head from Jason’s shoulder to admire that lovely side-profile. “Not trying to pressure you or anything, but please win your next match for me.”

“Not trying to make empty promises either, but I’d do my very best for you, darling. Always.”

Despite everything that happened, he found it so effortless to believe in Jason. Perhaps it’s because Jason was Quidditch reincarnated; one of the best players to ever grace the Cup’s illustrious history. Perhaps it’s also because Jason had never let him down. No matter the reason, Percy could somehow already taste the sweetness of Jason’s victory in his tongue.

They sat there in silence for a while longer, encased in their private little world, content to let everything bitter and sad embroiled within to seep out little by little, until only the things that mattered remained.

***

Please don’t ask me to give it back. 

The unsaid words rushed through Jason’s head in a desperate mantra.

Please don’t ask me to give it back. Please don’t ask me to give it back. Please. Don’t. Ask. Me. To. Give. It. Back.

“Thanks for wearing my jersey today, Jason,” Percy said as soon as they reached the Entrance Hall, his tone no longer gloomy. It looked like their brief walk together worked like a charm, much to Jason’s relief. “You can give it back after dinner.”

“Please don’t ask me to give it back,” Jason blurted, before his brain could catch up on his words. “Ah! I-I mean, please allow me to keep it, er, at least until I clean it for you! It’s very bad manners if I don’t.”

Percy blinked owlishly at him, before an ever-so-familiar grin bloomed on his face. The one so charmingly mischievous, it’d always keep Jason on his toes. One of his eyebrows rose in mild amusement; the sign of an impending teasing. “You barely wore it for a few hours, though?”

Quick, brain! Formulate another convincing counterargument!  

“You didn’t notice how sweltering it was today?” It wasn’t, and Percy’s grin transformed to a full-blown smirk at his poor attempt at an excuse. “I was sweating in the stands like I was in a sauna. It’d be so gross if I just returned it to you as is.”

Always one with no sense of subtlety, Percy leaned in and took a deep whiff to his neck without caring who might see. Jason stiffened despite himself. They’re in a fairly crowded hallway, for Merlin’s sake, and this seemed to push it a little bit. 

While their relationship had long become common knowledge, he still hadn’t sufficiently warmed up to the idea of prominently displaying their shared affection for the whole school to see. His boyfriend didn’t seem to get the memo—not that he’d ever overstepped any unsaid boundaries Jason had set, thankfully.

“You smell great as always,” Percy noted nonchalantly, his nose brushing against Jason’s skin in a ghost of a touch, causing the hairs at the back of Jason’s neck to stand on end. Then, without as much of a warning, he leaned in to coyly whisper in Jason’s ear, “And you know how much I love your scent, baby. But it’s fine, really. Keep it for as long as you’d like. I want it to smell just like you when I get it back. In the meantime, you can continue enjoying mine.”

Ending his words with a casual nip to his earlobe, Percy sauntered away with a wink, leaving Jason behind a blushing, stuttering mess. 

Was he really that transparent? Merlin, how unsightly! The ground was welcomed to swallow him up if it very much liked to. 

He walked towards his table with his arms around himself, still enjoying the snug feeling of the fabric hugging his body tight. Oh well, no use sweating over it now. As long as he could keep something of Percy with him just for a while longer, he’s content with embarrassing himself every now and then. 

Even now, as he sat down for dinner, his mind was already thinking of going to bed while holding the jersey, letting Percy’s scent lull him to sleep. Somehow, he knew it would take him to dreams of trips to the sea.

As Jason was shovelling breakfast down his throat a few days after the match, another unfamiliar Gryffindor joined him at the table. His brain still running over his timetable to plan for the day, he didn’t really pay attention to the person beside him until Percy’s voice greeted him with a cheerful, “G’morning, baby.”

“Percy? Good—” Jason started with surprise at the sight of his boyfriend sitting next to him. With his school robes in Gryffindor colours, no less. “…morning? What’s with your uniform today?”

Percy glanced down in confusion. “What’s wrong with it?”

“…the colours are a little off, I think?” Jason glanced at the date on his wristwatch. It wasn’t April Fool’s, either. “Shouldn’t it be in, say, the usual green and silver?”

Percy let out a lighthearted chuckle as if he’d just realised what Jason had meant. “I have no idea what you’re on about, you precious dork. I’ve always been in Gryffindor.”

What?

Like he hadn’t just been lying through his teeth, Percy bit into a piece of fried bread before asking through a mouthful, “What’s our first lesson today?”

“I have Herbology," Jason replied. "Dunno about you, though.”

Percy hummed noncommittally, not at all concerned by the blatant confusion in Jason’s expression at his peculiar behaviour that early in the morning. He still paid no mind to Jason’s consternation afterwards, even when they had finished their breakfast together and he was now following Jason to the greenhouses like it was routine for him.

“I wonder what Longbottom has in store for us today! I’ve always wanted to try handling a Venomous Tentacula without my gloves on.”

“That is a one-way trip to the Underworld, darling,” Jason provided, extremely endeared and mildly infuriated. “What class do you have next?”

“Herbology, silly.”

“Nobody ever told me Professor Longbottom can split himself in two now. Seriously, Percy. What’s your next class?”

“Jason, what’s going on with you?” Piper piped up, catching up to them with lighthearted steps. Jason caught a glimpse of Percy exchanging conspiratorial looks with her, one that dissipated so quickly it might as well have been his imagination. “We have Herbology with Hufflepuff, remember?”

“I do? But what’s Percy doing here?”

“Merlin, did a brick land on your head or something? He’s our classmate,” Piper lied with indescribable ease, narrowing her pretty kaleidoscopic eyes at him like he was truly an idiot. On his other side, Percy nodded with exaggerated enthusiasm, eyebrows raised as if Jason was a puzzle too complicated to solve—not as great an actor as Piper was, but still convincing enough it would’ve fooled anyone else. 

“Yeah, how could you forget that?” he grumbled, getting whiny at the end of his sentence to compliment the pretty pout on his lips. Jason would’ve been inclined to kiss him if he wasn’t feeling so unamused by their antics. “Do you not want your own boyfriend around?”

“Oh, I’d love to have my boyfriend around. All the time if I could,” Jason assured him. “You know that.”

“Then what’s stopping you? You could have exactly that now, you know?”

“Hm,” Jason made a show of pondering seriously over Percy’s inane question. “It’s just that my boyfriend happens to be a seventh-year Slytherin who probably has his own timetable to adhere to, and I’d rather not see him running around brewing trouble this close to N.E.W.T.s.”

“B-But…” Percy sputtered, before his signature puppy eyes made their appearance on his handsome face, “I have a free period now…”

“You gave up too soon!” Piper groaned, miffed that their silly play pretend was so unceremoniously cut short.

“You wouldn’t understand, Pipes. Jason’s disappointed face is enough to make me jump off the window to off myself—Jason, I’m exaggerating,” Percy backtracked as soon as he saw Jason’s face, which couldn’t have been anything but aghast. 

As a respectable Prefect, he’d feel iffy about his boyfriend living up to his name as a resident troublemaker, sure. But at that point in their relationship, he figured that nothing Percy did could’ve ever warranted such a reaction out of him, that would in turn elicit such a reaction out of Percy. He’d already promised himself not to be overbearing and stiff as to restrict his boyfriend; not after that whole fiasco he’d caused from Percy announcing his retirement.

Also, jumping off windows? Really now. He’d follow Percy right after without a second thought. 

“Baby, I’m sorry. I was just messing around! Since I have a free period now, I thought I’d use it to join your classes as a way to revise past syllabus—and totally spend more time with you while I’m at it—but I’ll just drop the idea if it’s too much trouble, alright? Baby?” Percy’s tone of voice was turning helplessly frantic by the second, as he mistook Jason’s prolonged silence as disappointment.

“…You’re having a free period, you say?”

“Yeah! And with how our time together in this school is getting shorter by the day, I thought I’d utilise every single second I could spare to the fullest with you,” Percy replied evenly, though there was a trembling edge in his voice that made Jason’s heart clench. “But if it’ll get you in trouble, I’ll just be on my way! No need to worry.”

“What are you talking about? You have Herbology, remember?” Jason found himself saying, despite his pounding heart. 

There’s no need to be so uptight, a voice in his head said. If he smiles at you like that—like you hang the stars in his sky, like you’re his dream come true—wouldn’t it be worth all the trouble? it added, and Jason couldn’t for the life of him find it in himself to disagree.

“That I do!” Percy agreed, his usual cheerfulness back in full force now that he’s getting Jason’s stamp of approval. Jason wondered if Percy knew he’s slowly becoming the catalyst to Jason’s rebellious streak that was sure to come. It felt pretty exciting, to be honest. To have someone you’d break the rules just for their happiness…Once a foreign concept to him, it was now so easily feasible when that someone happened to be Percy Jackson.

“Gays and their dramatics,” Piper said with a fond shake of her head. “At least I’ll have a new form of morning entertainment from now on. C'mon, classmates. We’re running late to the greenhouse.”

With an energetic bounce to his steps, Percy grabbed Jason’s hand in pure unadulterated joy and pulled him along as they tail Piper.

"Mr Jackson, I don't recall you being a sixth-year Gryffindor?" To his credit, Professor Longbottom hadn’t looked at all surprised at the sight of Percy sitting next to Jason in his class.

"I had a trip to the Headmistress' Office this morning, Professor, and the Hat was kind enough to re-Sort me," Percy answered in jest, smooth as butter.

It’s such a wonderful thing that the Herbology Professor was even-tempered to a fault. Always opting for a patient and civilised approach with his troublesome students, instead of lashing out at the first instance. No wonder everyone liked him. "Ah. Kind enough to have you repeat a year too, I suppose. Mr Grace, may I know why you're doing nothing to stop your boyfriend's antics?"

"Sorry, Professor, but he's absolutely incorrigible," Jason shrugged, flashing Professor Longbottom an apologetic smile. He couldn’t really say he’d tried his best to change Percy’s mind; a huge part of him just couldn’t help being lenient on his boyfriend.

"I understand,” the Professor nodded sagely, as if Jason’s explanation had made enough sense for him. With a simple wave of his wand, the colours of Percy’s uniform returned to their original shades of green and silver. “Pardon me, Mr Jackson, but I have no choice but to dock five points from Slytherin. Now if you can tell me two examples of potions you can make by using mistletoe, I might let you stay for the rest of the class."

"Mistletoe…if I have to guess, er, probably something related to…kissing?" 

Jason bit back an incredulous chortle at Percy’s answer. To his relief, the amused laughter of his classmates rippled across the greenhouse; entertained instead of perplexed. The answer, although far off the mark and very lame to boot, was so typically Percy that it’s endearing to hear instead. He furiously scribbled the correct ones on his palm to discreetly show him.

"That is quite far off the mark, Mr Jackson. One more try. C'mon, or you'll have to leave this class, even if it means Mr Grace would get lonely."

Jason felt his ears burn. To his right, Piper made a gagging noise.

"Got it, sir! Er…Forgetfulness Potion! And,” Merlin, subtlety was really not Percy’s strong suit, as he glanced at Jason’s palm visibly, “Antidote for…C-Connor Poisons."

"Common Poisons,” Professor Longbottom corrected him without skipping a beat. “Good enough, I suppose. You can stay. Thank you for doing your prior reading, Mr Grace." 

A war hero and a great teacher. What a perfect man.

The class resumed as usual, and despite his earlier disruption, Percy was completely serious for the rest of the lesson. He hadn’t been joking that he’d wanted a revision of sixth-year Herbology; being thoroughly helpful all throughout their activity for the day as he partnered with Jason to re-pot a Venomous Tentacula (with his gloves on, at Jason’s insistence). He’d crack silly jokes under his breath and grinned in satisfaction when Jason would giggle as a result, before coughing awkwardly to compose himself when they both received dirty looks from Reyna for making a ruckus. He was surprisingly knowledgeable in the subject despite his earlier blunder (“Mistletoe, really? We never had that one last year. Longbottom was out to get me, I tell you.”), mostly owing to being best friends with the smartest girl in school and his mum being quite the skilled gardener.

Needless to say, Jason was having so much fun. While he’s not really one to bemoan the unchangeable past, he bitterly thought that fate should’ve been kinder and granted them the chance of being actual classmates. He wished he’d been born a year older or Percy a year younger, then—had they been in the same year—wished he could have begged to be Sorted into Slytherin or snatched the Hat off Percy’s head to demand it to Sort the boy into Gryffindor with him. 

All those six long years in which Percy was a fellow student in the same castle with him, so close yet so far due to their slight difference in age and Houses, and only now did Jason have the privilege to truly know him. There was this strange sense of loss that Jason couldn’t help feeling when he thought of missing out on so many wonderful years in which he could’ve been mates with Percy for longer. It was a little depressing in retrospect.

It didn’t last too long, thankfully. He just thought of Percy in the hospital wing demanding to be his friend, Percy giving him homemade cookies at any chance he got, Percy calling him ‘baby’ all the time because he knew it made Jason weak in the knees, and he then could easily decide he’d rather live in the present. No use dwelling over things that could’ve been but didn’t, when he had the better option of savouring the actual moment. A sweet reality where Percy was his boyfriend and his days had never been better in consequence.

Percy seemed to share the very same sentiment with him. 

“Can you wait for me?” he requested, once the class ended and Jason’s classmates slowly filed out of the greenhouse for their next lesson. After two minutes of consulting Professor Longbottom while Jason idled near the entrance, Percy bounded towards him with barely concealed excitement, before dragging him out of the greenhouse and back into the corridors.

“Longbottom agreed to allow me to join you during my free period, so long as I can answer a question from him every time.”

Jason was over the moon. “Make sure you do your own prior reading, then,” he quipped, never mind the fact that he’d help Percy again in a heartbeat.

Like he’d already known what’s on Jason’s mind, Percy replied confidently, “I won’t let you down, baby.” 

His hand was still firmly grasping Jason’s, skin delightfully warm like it contained the morning sunlight. His thumb was gently running over Jason’s knuckles, so tender like when he’d trace butterbeer foam off Jason’s lips. When he spoke again, however, there was a hint of wistfulness in the timbre of his voice. “I don’t want to go to Creature Care.”

“Whatever happened to being Hagrid’s star student?” Jason teased, even though he knew exactly the reason for Percy's reluctance.

“Come with me, then I’ll go.”

“Percy…”

“Joking, I know you can’t. I won’t skive off either, this late in the semester,” Percy sighed in despondence. “I guess this is how it feels to taste the forbidden fruit. One bite, and now you want more no matter the risk.” He turned to look into Jason’s eyes with such earnestness and longing, Jason’s heart ached with the same. “I love being classmates with you, Jason. If I could turn back time, I’d beg the Sorting Hat to put me in Gryffindor for real. Even if we couldn’t have the same lessons, at least I could see you more often. We could hang out together in the common room, play in the same team, attend the post-match parties together…”

“You’re making me sad now, darling.”

“Sorry, baby,” Percy said sheepishly.

“Don’t be,” Jason reassured him gently, because didn’t he think the exact same only a few minutes ago? “Besides, things turned out pretty well in the end, didn’t it? We’re here together now.”

After a few seconds of contemplation, Percy decided, “You’re right,” and pressed his budding smile onto Jason’s lips.

They continued walking hand in hand down the hallways of the ancient castle. Jason was content to stay like this forever, to have this moment enclosed in a snow globe frozen in time, but alas, they had to go their separate ways in the end. 

Curiously, Percy kept walking with him even after they’ve passed by the turn where he’d head down to the grounds, and despite wanting nothing more than to let the matter be and have Percy be his classmate for the rest of the day (and even year, if possible), he thought it’d be best to point that out. “Shouldn’t you be heading that way for Creature Care?”

“Yeah,” Percy replied. “I’d like to walk you to your next class, though. Hagrid wouldn’t mind if I’m a few minutes late.”

Well, Jason found himself to not really mind that either, if it’d mean a few more precious minutes with his boyfriend.

***

“Merlin knows how I love that girl like my own flesh and blood, but this is a match we’re talking about,” Percy said grimly as they walked together down the winding path leading to the pitch, several weeks later.

Jason nodded in understanding. “All is fair in love, war and Quidditch.”

“You just made that up, didn’t you? Not that I disagree. Anyway, all I’m saying is you just have to win this match for either of us to secure the Cup.”

When Percy glanced at Jason, his boyfriend was gazing up at the cloudy sky in an unreadable look. “I think we’ll have a decent chance at it.”

He didn’t elaborate, but Percy would get his answer not long after. 

Jason’s spare jersey, as per the tradition, was his outfit of the day. He wished he could wear it forever. It was a little loose because of Jason’s much bulkier stature, but felt extremely comfortable nonetheless. It smelled of an oddly wonderful combination of freshly cut grass on the pitch and petrichor (that could also be due to the impending rain) and something distinctively Jason’s that Percy’s nose would always pick up when he buried his face in Jason’s neck.

The Gryffindors gave him a wide berth as he went to look for a seat in their stand, but that could also be due to Annabeth’s presence by his side and Reyna’s on her other. He hoped they could see the gold print of ‘GRACE 7’ on the back of his jersey; get it into their heads that he wouldn't be here if it wasn’t for his capable, amazing Seeker boyfriend. From the corner of his peripheral vision, he noticed a familiar hand waving for his attention, and saw Leo already reserving some seats for them.

“Not commentating today, mate?” Percy asked in greeting, returning Piper’s wave who was sitting on Leo’s other side. Leo had found them the best seats with a clear view of Gryffindor’s side of the pitch, where they could witness Frank’s Keeping prowess in all its glory.

“Nah. Taking a breather today,” Leo replied, digging a hand into a box of Bertie Botts’ before shoving a handful of beans into his mouth. Percy looked on in amusement as a myriad of contorted expressions made their way into Leo’s face before he forcefully swallowed the beans. “Besides, they’re all my good mates and I don’t trust myself enough to just say things that wouldn’t get me an earful from all three of Jason, Frank and Hazel.”

“You wouldn’t survive,” Piper agreed.

“I’d come out a changed man,” Leo said, shuddering slightly. “I’d lose my sense of humour and all the ladies!” 

Piper stole a bean from Leo as he bemoaned the made-up scenario in his mind. It took her less than a second to spit it back out with a disgusted, “Cheese? Yucks.”

“How lucky. I just got a combo of the top three nastiest flavours and you don’t wanna know how they tasted together. Oh, look! They’re about to start.”

Percy shuffled in his seat to take a good look at the centre of the pitch. Sure enough, the players for both teams were now in their starting positions, the lines of their bodies taut with tension, ready to fly at the first blow of the whistle. It’s all too clear what’s at stake in this final match between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff: the former couldn’t afford another loss, and the latter weren’t willing to break their winning streak.

Naturally, his gaze found itself drifting toward Jason, who appeared to be the calmest out of all. Instead of antsy and tense, he looked focused, content, determined. Percy’s heart skipped a beat at the sight of that perfect posture. There’s no doubt that Jason, for all intents and purposes, was going all in to fulfil his promise to him. The thought was enough to keep him on the edge of his seat, skin buzzing with excitement, ready to cheer his lungs out.

Hazel, with two wins under her belt, was a similar picture. She no longer retained the carefully-concealed anxiety that marred her face during her first two games. She’d grown confident in her skin, eased herself into the role of a Seeker, radiant like the sun on her own two feet. Pride welling up within him, Percy thought she looked the most beautiful then, and wondered if it’d be traitorous to harbour a tiny bit of hope that she’d win again.

The whistle was blown and the players shot into the air in a frenzy. As if in tandem, thunder boomed directly above, and rain poured so intensely in a matter of seconds it caught everyone off guard. A cloudburst, completely unpredicted by the forecast. 

The spectators yelped and ducked their heads as they began to soak to their bones. Next to Percy, Annabeth casted an incantation above her head, unleashing an invisible canopy that protected their stand from the rain. With another wave of her wand, Percy was instantly dry in a second.

“Thanks, Wise Girl,” he said. 

Annabeth waved a nonchalant hand. “I wonder if they’ll be alright,” she said in reply.

Percy shrugged. “I’m sure Jason had played through worse conditions. It’s Hazel I’m worried about.”

From the intensity of the rainfall, visibility would be extremely limited. He could barely see the players from where he sat, only blurry dots of red and yellow zipping around as the game commenced like usual. Emergency goggles casted with the Impervius Charm were usually carried in the players’ robes for such a circumstance, ready to be equipped at a moment’s notice, but Percy doubted they’d be of much help anyway. Worryingly, the Seekers would surely have the hardest time. Finding a flying ball the size of a walnut in this weather was nigh-impossible; Percy assumed they’d only begin to search for it in earnest once the weather let up for a bit.

“I’d be more worried for Jason if I were you,” Reyna said, her voice carried by her impeccable projection even with the thunderstorm playing a deafening cacophony above. “I don’t know if you’ve ever noticed it, but I have a feeling that he’s a little shortsighted for a while now.”

“What?” Percy was caught off-guard for several seconds at her revelation. He could somehow recall a few instances of Jason squinting in the distance when he was staring at something. Before, he’d only thought it to be yet another one of Jason’s adorable quirks. His heart began to rev faster as his brain connected the dots. This was bad. Very, very bad. 

Pushing away the unhelpful thought of how cute Jason would look in glasses, Percy tampered down a sudden bout of nerves and willed his jittery knees to stay put. An intense Quidditch match in the midst of a thunderstorm didn’t bode well for the players’ safety in most scenarios. Despite his reservations against the divine, Percy prayed that Jason would come out of this match unscathed.

Gryffindor was in the lead so far, based on the frantic and disorganised commentary barely discernible from the howling winds. Hufflepuff was catching up in commendable speed, their gameplay gaining a huge boost in quality from their past victories. From the warbled voice of the commentator, Percy could pick up the movements of the players alongside his own limited vision. The Seekers hadn’t made any move to catch the Snitch yet, content to stay put as their teammates accumulated sufficient points for an overall win. 

Since the Cup was awarded based on the cumulative points from all three matches, Hufflepuff, whose victories had been relying heavily on the points granted from catching the Snitch, needed to overtake Gryffindor’s overall points in order to win the season. It was a pretty daunting hurdle to leap over; Gryffindor was in the lead amongst all four Houses.

Jason was given a slight advantage due to this case. He could begin his search earlier than Hazel once his teammate scored enough. As if agreeing with Percy, the commentator immediately shouted an hour later, “With another 10 points to Gryffindor to a total of 70 points, Grace is now on the move!”

Hazel refused to go down without a fight, it seemed. “And as if on cue, Levesque immediately flew farther away from Grace! Has she finally spotted the Snitch?”

Of course, Percy thought as a mixture of pride and exasperation bubbled in his gut. She’d probably figured out her special affinity to the Snitch and had strategized accordingly. She couldn’t catch it now and risk jeopardising the Cup, but she couldn’t also let Jason come near to catch it instead. Putting some distance between them while using the downpour as a cover seemed to be the most feasible strategy.

Their game of cat and mouse persisted for quite some time, Hazel thoroughly determined to stand her ground (or air?) until her teammates turned the tides of the game in their favour. “Looks like the Puffs are out for blood today, folks. Everyone is working together like a well-oiled machine even in this terrible weather. Even the Beaters are stepping up their game, holding their fort well against La Rue herself!”

After approximately half an hour, Hufflepuff managed to score enough that the 150 points garnered from catching the Snitch would guarantee their much coveted victory. With Jason hot on her heels, Hazel began to double back in a split second, executing a feint that forced him to veer off his course to avoid clashing with her. The final chase had now begun.

While it’d been acting like her best friend when she’s not actively Seeking, the Snitch turned out to not discriminate when it was being chased after. Percy wished he had a pair of binoculars like the commentator did, just to observe the events unfolding from his vantage point better. Unfortunately, he had no choice but to rely on their commentary instead. “Grace and Levesque are now racing for the ever elusive Snitch! Isn’t it amazing that a rookie can fly toe-to-toe with quite frankly the best flyer in the school right now? You may think it’s because of her state-of-the-art broomstick, but Grace had outflown better-equipped opponents before! This is a match Levesque would remember in her lifetime and be proud of.”

“Wow, they’re really buttering her up,” Leo said. “Is Nico holding them at wandpoint or something?”

The climax happened right in front of their stand. The rest followed his example as he rushed for the edge of the wall, crowding all around him in their excitement as both Jason and Hazel zoomed in their direction. Annabeth was cutting off the circulation in his arm with her death grip, uncharacteristically invested in the match. For his part, he was shouting at the top of his lungs, urging Jason to end the game with an assortment of “Go, baby, go!” and “You’re almost there!” He couldn’t care less if he’d sound like a bloody menace. Jason was so close to the finishing line, and he had Percy’s heart tight in his grasp along the way.

“I can’t see much from this angle, folks; we’d have to rely on our friends in the Gryffindor stands—looks like it’s the one where Grace’s boyfriend is too—I wager one of the Seekers is sure to make the decisive catch at this moment…wait a second, one of Hufflepuff’s Beaters just aimed a Bludger towards the two! The Seekers will surely dodge—BLOODY HELL, A DIRECT HIT!”

For a selfish moment, Percy wished the commentator would shut up for a second. Everything afterwards played as if it was in slow motion. Right in front of his eyes, he saw the magnificent view of Jason making a glorious swipe at the Snitch, oblivious to anything around him as his hand finally wrapped around the tiny ball. Next to him, Hazel made a futile grabbing motion almost at the same time, her shorter arm betraying her at the very last second. 

Then, there was that image that would forever be etched in Percy’s memory: of a manic glint in Jason’s intense blue eyes as he zeroed in on his target, like nothing else mattered in the whole world. Like he couldn’t care less if he’d crash into the stand or take in a Bludger’s direct assault; the only important thing was securing the win he’d promised for Percy.

The universe had probably thought it’d be funny when it happened. 

CRACK. The sound thundered in Percy’s ears, sending him into a momentary daze. His heart caught itself in his throat as he watched—in vivid clarity, of course, as the rain finally lulled to a drizzle in an absolute mockery to him—how the Bludger clashed against Jason’s arm in a vicious blow, the force snapping his elbow sideways in an angle that could only mean a bone fracture. As his sorry brain finally registered the sight in his mind, a shout tore itself out of his throat, desperate and horrified. “Jason!”

In such breakneck speed, a slow and nice brake was all but impossible. While he managed to decelerate enough, Jason still crashed into the wall of the stand with a distinct fwomp, Hazel running into him right after; an absurd scene right out of a children’s cartoon. Percy’s mind went straight into the gutter. He only realised that he’d almost jumped off for Jason when he registered Leo and Annabeth holding him back with vice-like grips.

“Mate, don’t be stupid!” Leo cried.

“Are you trying to kill yourself?!” Annabeth screeched.

“Jason!” Percy ignored them, his eyes widening in horror as Jason slid off his broomstick like a ragdoll right below him. Hazel, disoriented from the crash but still managed to stay afloat, was a little too late in reaching out to grab Jason. Percy might’ve sobbed a little as he helplessly watched Jason reach the ground at a deadly speed. He reached for his wand to do something, anything, and it was almost too late when he realised the referee had come in a clutch and casted a timely Cushioning Charm in his stead. 

Everything else was a blur after. He couldn’t recall how he managed to scale down the stairs leading to the pitch in one piece, but he found himself by Jason’s side soon after, just as the boy was deposited onto a floating stretcher by Madam Hooch.

Bile rose to Percy’s throat at the sight of Jason’s battered body. His eyes prickled with fresh tears once more. Jason’s eyes were half-lidded as they met Percy’s, misty as he barely clung onto his consciousness. When he registered Percy’s presence, a little too slowly in his concussion-induced stupor, his scarred lips curled in a lazy grin and his gloved palm unfurled to reveal the Snitch, its wings fluttering weakly in defeat. 

Percy wanted to snatch it away and stomp on it with his foot. “Y-You! You stupid, reckless git!”

Jason somehow had the audacity to grin even wider.

“Settle down, Mr Jackson,” Madam Hooch said.

“We won…darling…” Jason croaked.

Percy wanted to kiss him and throttle him at the same time. “You could’ve died!”

“Oh, he would’ve not,” Madam Pomfrey, who’d been on standby for this exact reason, snapped impatiently next to Percy. She’d already shooed away his friends, much to their indignation, and any other Gryffindor player who’d come over to see Jason, but made no such effort toward him for some mysterious reason—not that he had any complaints. With a few brisk jabs and waves of her wand, bandages wrapped themselves around Jason’s injuries. The fresh bruises mottling his skin faded as the first-aid spells took effect. His golden eyelashes fluttered to a close; a curtain call from his wakefulness as it finally bid farewell. 

He looked so angelic in his sleep. So serene, like he’s only napping on a Friday night. Percy wished he could’ve seen Jason asleep for the first time, unguarded and precious, in a circumstance less tragic than this one.

“Percy!” He noticed Hazel idling nearby. She’d just finished being tended to by another first aider and looked well enough, if not a little frazzled. The commentator had just announced Gryffindor’s victory, and both teams were moderately congratulating the other and worriedly peering at Jason from afar, knowing better than to disturb a Madam Pomfrey on duty. “I’m so sorry. I lost my bearings for a second and couldn’t catch him quickly enough—”

Percy caught her in a fierce hug. “You reckless girl! Save that suicidal kind of gameplay until after your tenth match, you hear me? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, Percy. But he—”

“He’ll live,” La Rue cut her off, popping up behind them. She gave Jason a once-over with a pleased grin. “Never seen Grace that desperate to win, not that I’d expected anything less. You’re a bad influence, Jackson.”

Something sharp pierced in his chest. “Shut it. You could’ve deflected that fucking Bludger away from him, you know?”

She’s probably too drunk on victory to grace him with her usual irascible attitude. Like he’s only but a pesky fly, she ignored his seething and, deeming Jason fine enough, walked away to join her other teammates. They crowded around her and breathed out a collective sigh of relief once they got the good news.

“Go with him,” Hazel said. Percy tore his gaze away from the centre of the pitch to find the matron preparing to transfer Jason to the Hospital Wing.

“Can I? Please?” Percy asked Madam Pomfrey. On any other day, he’d put on his best puppy eyes, but he’s too devastated to even resort to them right then.

She looked between them, her willpower crumbling underneath both their pleading gazes, and sighed in defeat. “Oh, fine. As long as you don’t make a ruckus. And no staying back after curfew.”

“Oh, thank you! Thank you so much.”

The journey to the Hospital Wing was uneventful. Madam Pomfrey walked briskly ahead without as much of a glance at the two boys trailing behind her. As they travelled along the corridors, Percy found his hand unable to part with Jason. He’d carefully stroke the messy blond curls sweeping over Jason’s forehead, wipe away the dirt caked onto his skin. Though he’d once claimed to be a light sleeper, Jason did not stir even a bit, so entrenched in his dreams. 

Percy watched the way Jason’s chest rose and fell as he slept, wondering if this was what had plagued Jason back then. Back when everything had just begun. He wondered if worry had gnawed at Jason’s chest too, with the same intensity that promised no end; if his nerves had also lit up with anxiety that spread all over his insides like wildfire. It felt so suffocating, this feeling in his own chest was, Percy doubted he’d ever get to sleep tonight.

As they reached the double doors of the Hospital Wing, he was struck with an epiphany. 

They’re slowly interconnecting in the way they work, Jason and him. In a way they’ve never been before, in tandem with each other in their actions and decisions. Like if one of them looked in the mirror, he’d see the other instead of his own reflection. Like if landed in similar predicaments, the course of action they’d take would certainly be the same. The most recent event was a testament to that.

As Jason’s unmoving form was settled onto one of the beds, Madam Pomfrey made a shooing motion at Percy to tell him to wait by the side. It’d only take a second, she said; she’d need all the concentration she could muster to mend Jason’s bones in a jiffy, so if Percy could just wait at one end of the room while she did, that’d be for the best. He didn’t want to part with Jason for even half a second, but he had no choice but to oblige. 

It turned out to be a painful wait, no matter how short. 

La Rue’s words rang in his mind like the toll of a bell, echoing in the far off distance. It was hypocritical of him, he had to admit, to believe that Jason shouldn’t have gone that far for him. He knew he’d done the same without the slightest bit of hesitation. Still, he wished Jason wouldn’t have resorted to follow his example. Jason had always been the more logical flyer; even relying on his instincts carelessly once had left him immensely mortified at the consequence. 

Percy didn’t know what to make of this development. Begrudgingly, he could only hope that it wouldn’t put more harm in Jason’s way later. 

Madam Pomfrey called him back after a minute. She let him sit on a chair adjacent to the bed before finally leaving them be. Feeling utterly selfish and hating himself for it, he stroked Jason’s cheek with trembling fingers, desperately wanting him to wake up. To look at him with that loving gaze once more, just so he’d know Jason was truly fine. 

Jason had never felt so far away when he’s not looking at Percy, even though they’re right next to each other. And Percy wasn’t sure if he could stand it a second longer.

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"This Means The World To Me" - A Jason Sudeikis x Reader Fanfic

You're an author of a hit book and your agent surprises you by asking you what celebrity you'd love to come to your book signing. Jason Sudeikis surprises you by actually showing up. But is it just a nice celebrity doing a nice thing or is it something more?

Inspired by @idkthisisjustforfanfic 's "Not a Date"—very different but their fic was the first Jason x Reader fic I ever read and it was so good I just had to try my hand!

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Part 1

When you published your first novel it didn’t perform spectacularly but it was fairly well received and just getting it out there felt like releasing a breath you’d been holding for 25 years. Despite not being a beststeller, it set you up nicely for your second book, with an agent, a book tour, and rumors of a movie deal—the whole 9 yards. You had hit your stride, and this book was award material, award-nominated in fact. Your agent, Sasha, couldn’t be more proud of you and she reminded you constantly, less in a professional way and more in a way that reflected the friendship that had quickly grown between the two of you. 

A few weeks before the book tour kicked off, you were sitting down to breakfast when you got a Facetime from Sasha and you picked it up with a grin, expecting her to grill you about your latest Tinder date. She did, but she also asked you something that you weren’t expecting. 

“Sooo, as your agent and friend, I want this tour to be really special for you and I’m hoping I might be able to pull some strings to make that happen.”

“I mean, its a book tour, I think that’s as special as it gets,” you laughed.

Sasha rolled her eyes, “Y/N, you’re going to have to get used to people wanting to do cool shit for you, pull strings on fancy dinner reservation, go to cool parties…”

“I wasn’t aware authors threw ‘cool’ parties.”

“Well, they don’t but when this movie deal closes—”

“IF,” you interrupt, “IF this movie deal closes.” 

Sasha just shrugged and continued, “THEN you’ll go to the cool parties.” 

“Alright, alright I hear you. So, what kind of strings are you thinking of pulling to make this tour particularly special?” 

Sasha’s face was giddy with excitement now that the conversation was back on track, and clapped her hands together as she spoke, gold hoops swinging enthusiastically. “If you could have one celebrity read your book who would it—”

“Jason Sudeikis,” you responded, not even letting her finish the question. The things you would do to meet that man….if Sasha could make that happen you might pass out at just the thought. Knowing that he knew who you were would be enough to get you lightheaded. 

Sasha nearly cackled. “Oh miss ‘its already special, don’t pull strings’ had no hesitation, huh? You sure not someone younger, Michael B. Jordan? Zendaya?” 

“Oh I’m sure,” you smiled, twisting one of you dark curls around your finger in thought, “I have had a crush on that man since I was 14 reblogging my Tumblr crushes.”

Sasha laughed again, softer this time, and just shook her. “Okay well, no promises. Celebrities don’t typically read the books they get sent, but I figured I’d ask around give it a shot and also invite them to a stop on the tour.” 

“Which stop?”

“It’ll be a surprise,” Sasha winked. “I’m not even going to tell you if he responds until the end of the tour.” 

“Ohhhh Sasha, you are the sweetest, cruelest friend/manager a girl could ask for.”

The two of you chat business for a while longer and then end the call, your thoughts already running wild with the idea that Jason could be out there somewhere, holding your book in his hands. Who are you kidding, there’s no way that man has time to read. But you can’t get the image out of your head as you climb into the shower and if you stayed in there a little longer than usual, let your hand trail a little further than normal, well, there was no one there to call you out on it. 

-

Your hometown independent bookstore was the last stop on the book tour and you were thrilled. It had been a couple months of travel, meeting people that told you beautiful things about your writing, that said wonderful things about you. Dinners with Sasha and old friends you hadn’t seen in years, a stop by your parents local bookstore so they could see you living one of your oldest dreams. It was so much wonderful hustle and bustle that you had mostly forgotten about Sasha inviting Jason Sudeikis to a signing. When you did remember, you assumed if it was going to happen it would happen in New York and when that came and went, you shrugged it off and let it go. There were enough other things going on to fill your mind than ludicrous dreams of meeting your celebrity crush. Like, the fact that movie deal deliberation were still ongoing which worried you through the night. Sasha reassured you that if one studio pulled out, another would be interested, not the end of the world, but you were on edge regardless. Being home, at your local bookstore where you’d invited all your friends to come support you, helped take some of the weight off your shoulder, relieve some of the tension creases between your eyebrows. 

It was just the fun, party atmosphere you were hoping for. Hugs and laughs, food and drink, and finally your friends settled down just enough for you to actually do your author interview. The questions were complimentary and playful and it was fun to take yourself seriously while also admitting, that ‘no, you didn’t think about the character that hard’ or ‘yes, your brother did point out a plot hole that your editor missed.’ Everything was about to wrap so you could get to the signing portion of the evening, you were already flexing your fingers in anticipation, thinking of the silly things you could write to your friends who lovingly showed up and bought copies. The young event manager interviewing you looked at you with a slight smirk as she tee’d up her final question. 

“So, Y/N, I was speaking with your agent Sasha backstage,” the woman inclined her head to Sasha sitting at the end of the first row, and you gave her a little wave. She didn’t go to all of the tour stops, so it was nice to see your friend here, and you were excited to be able to thank her for all her hard work now that the tour was over.  “And she said she asked you what one celebrity you’d like to receive your book and an invite to a book signing, who did you invite? Were they able to make it out?”

You ducked your head slightly, shielding the bashful pink tinge that now covered your brown cheeks as you giggled, embarrassed. “Oh jesus,” you laughed, “well considering how many people here know me so well I think the audience can probably answer that themselves.” You gesture broadly to the crowd and hear your good friends yell out, “Jason Sudeikis!” and a couple people add “Ted Lassooooooo” like a football chant. You grin and nod. “You know it! But no he hasn’t been to a signing, Sasha told me she wouldn’t tell me if he even responded or not until the tour was over as a “fun” surprise.” You used airquotes around the word fun and the audience chuckled. 

The interviewer tutted with disappointment, “Well that’s too bad, since this is the last stop. Sasha, is it time for the big reveal? Did he get the book?”

“Oh I think I can take that one,” a deep voice answered as a man stood up from a chair in the very back row and the crowd began to cheer. It was unmistakably Jason. His dark brown hair neatly combed, but not as formal as his Ted look, in a charcoal henley and jeans, with his glasses hanging down the front of his shirt. He grinned at you and saluted, touching two fingers to his forehead in greeting. Tears pricked your eyes and you pressed a hand to your chest, as everyone turned to see what you were going to say. 

“Oh, fuuuck me, Jesus Christ.” 

You slid down in your chair as you said it and hid your face. You didn’t mean it in a sexual way, in fact in came out angry, the way it would if someone had just popped around a corner and scared you but your heart still raced at the idea that he might take it as an offer. The crowd roared with laughter, and you quickly apologized. 

“Oh shit,” you covered your mouth, trying to stop cursing, “I’m so sorry… I just… I can’t—what the fuck.”

Jason gave you a genuine laugh as you tried to get your words together, but of course you couldn’t when he was…here…looking like…that. “Jason I can’t begin to tell you what it means to me that you’re here, in my hometown of all places, at my invitation. You…you’re an inspiration to me I hope you know that, truly.” Jason looked touched, his eyes a little glassy at your kind words. “I don’t even care if you read the fucking book,” you said, seriously, but that got another genuine laugh, one that seemed to really come from his belly. 

“Let me tell you,“ Jason started, also getting serious, “I did, in fact read the book. In fact I read it and recommended it to everyone I spoke to. It is…a revelation. You have a bonafide way with words that I just… wow. Excellent. Thank you very much for this invitation, Y/N.”

And now you were crying, you couldn’t help it. Not just the wonderful compliments but your name coming from his mouth was simply overwhelming. You stood from your seat, not sure if this was allowed, forgetting the audience was even there, forgetting to be embarrassed. The world shrunk to the size of you and Jason as you made your way towards him. 

“Can I hug you,” you asked quietly when you were close enough that you could be heard without a mic and then you were wrapped up in his arms, his head well above yours, you hands settling in the middle of his back feeling warm and happy and floaty like you were actually high and this was all just an elaborate dream. His cologne smelled strong and a little spicy, and you didn’t want to let go until someone wolf whistled and you were stepping back. To your surprise, he reached his broad hand towards your face and wiped a still falling tear with his thumb, beaming at you with a mix of amusement and care.

You took a quick break before the signing to settle the shakiness in your hands and the rapid beat of your heart. Sasha found you in the back room and you held her so tightly she joked that she would pop. 

“How did you do this?! This is crazy!” 

“Turns out I knew his assistant, James. He didn’t make any promises but, well the stars aligned.”

“Met him on a dating app?” 

“Oh you know it,” Sasha laughed. She had a ‘guy she met on a dating app’ for nearly every situation. Car repair, plumbing, discount at the Apple store, you name it. 

“Thank you. Seriously. What a way to end this tour. Just wish I had gotten some pictures.”

“Eh,” Sasha waved her hand, “the photographers will have gotten something better than a shitty iPhone photo anyway. Better go get to signing so we can partyyyyy.” Sasha started dancing with no music but the way she was grooving it was easy to imagine the Doja Cat playing in her head. You laughed and led the way to the signing table. 

Jason was the only thing on your mind as you signed. Your heart swelled everytime you pictured him standing with your book in his hand, and the feeling of his thumb swiping away a tear sent shivers down your spine. But it was easy enough to set aside the more risque thoughts as you signed your name and wrote silly messages to you friends and fans, as slow going as it was. You had been signing and chatting for nearly an hour and the line was dwindling when you looked up and saw him near the end and your heart thudded hard in your chest. 

The motherfucker winked at you. 

The next 5 signatures were shaky as you tried to think about anything other than the fact that this man, this very handsome, sweet, funny man who had any number of better things to do had stood in line for 45 minutes and was about to talk to you again. You were looking at the table as his long fingers slid a copy of your book in front of you. You picked up the book and noticed the spine was a little cracked and some of the pages were dogeared, one corner slightly crumpled. This was not a book that had just been picked up off the shelf tonight. You met his gaze and you swore his eyes twinkled. 

“I can’t believe you're still here. I mean, you stayed for a signing.” Fuck, Y/N get it together and stop stating the obvious. Jason smiled. 

“I wasn’t kidding about loving the book. Of course I want my copy signed. And, you know, maybe a chance to talk to the author 1:1, throw around some of my celebrity to get a private talk.” 

He wasn’t flirting. Of course he wasn’t flirting, but god the innuendo of private talk sent a rush through you. 

“Well,” you said, flipping open the cover of his book and trying like hell to think of something loving and witty to write that encompassed every emotion you were feeling at the moment, “I think that can be arranged. Though I will say, we might have to talk about how you treat your literature.” You gesture to the dogeared pages, and Jason rubbed the back of his neck like he was embarrassed. 

“When I’m really into a book it gets, well, a little aggressive.” 

You laughed as you thought about the quick retorts that came to mind, but obviously you couldn’t respond the way you wanted to…except why couldn’t you? He came to see you, he obviously knew how you felt, why hold back when you only get to meet him once?

“Obviously you like it rough,” his head whipped up and met your gaze. Was he…blushing? “Reading that is,” you finished with a small smirk. You were being obvious and not even very sexy but now that you had regained a little bit of your self-respect you were ready to give it all up again to make him laugh.

Jason laughed and took back his book, without reading the inscription. You were thankful because you couldn’t think of much to say. You decided to be honest and wrote simply, The fact that you read this means the world to me - Y/N. 

You signed books for the last of the line and then made your way to your friends to celebrate the end of a wonderful tour. And there was Jason, talking to Sasha and your friend Willa like they went way back. As you joined the group, Willa looked at you with a grin so large you knew her face must hurt. You knew she wanted to squeal about Jason, but considering he was standing right there in the group that wasn’t an option at all. 

“So, Jason was telling us he had a bit of a surprise for you,” Willa said, her voice dripping with implication. 

“Is that right, Mr. Sudeikis?” You felt cool and confident and flirty and you could see that both Willa and Sasha were a little taken aback with your change in attitude, but you just waited for Jason’s response as his eyebrows crept towards his hairline in surprise and amusement. 

“Are you actually calling me Mr. Sudeikis because I’m an old man or—”

“I’m doing a bit, old man, come on, keep up,” you laughed and so did he. 

“Well Y/N I don’t know if you know but I’m a bit of a football, well soccer, fan,” you rolled your eyes, obviously you had seen Ted Lasso many times over, “and I have a couple tickets to a local match tomorrow. Was hoping you’d be my tour guide, if you’re free.” 

Your confident facade cracked just a little. You weren’t just going to meet him once, you were going to a soccer game with him. You obviously wouldn’t go as far as to say it was a date…

“It’s a date,” you responded and he smiled broadly. 

“Alright well, I’ll send you the tickets and meet you at the stadium?” You nodded wanting to ask a million follow up questions but not wanting to seem anxious at all. And with that he opened his arms, as casually as if the two of you had been hugging for years. You fell into him with ease and he said a quiet goodnight before tucking his book under his arm and leaving with James. He was probably still within ear range when Willa squealed and started jumping up and down, but you weren’t nearly as embarrassed as you should have been. 

You were going to see him tomorrow. 

AN: This is the first fanfiction I've ever written and I'm normally really weird about RPF, but I'm too obsessed with Jason rn it's insane. If people are into it I'll keep it going! I have one more chapter written right now but a decent idea of where the story's headed. Thanks for reading!

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Day Five

A03 Link <- Starts at Chapter/Day One for those just joining us :))

Prompts For Day Five Hostage/Kidnapping/Held at Gunpoint

Alt. Prompt For Day Five; Blackmail

Prompts Used For Day Five; All

Tw; Kidnapping, Guns, Injury, Blood, Violence

Chapter under the cut!!

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“Hello, little birdie,” Joker sneered, aiming his pistol at Robin.

Without thinking, he tugged Sheila behind him. “Joker,” he greeted neutrally, and he was proud of himself when it came out even.

He began laughing. Robin fought the urge to cover his ears as everything seeped in.

Batman didn’t know he was doing this. If he reached for his emergency button right now, on the inseam of his boot, Joker would kill him. If he reached for his com unit, Joker would kill him. Batman was on a stake out and wouldn’t check in with him for at least another hour, more likely longer than that. He’d never faced the Joker by himself before.

He’d always dreamed of it, back when he was watching kids who were around his age then disappear from the streets when Joker was out and never coming home. After he became Robin he imagined the day Batman let him do it solo, when he could truly stand up to the clown and do something cool, like kick his face so hard his jaw snapped. Instead, he listened to the manic laughter, staring down the barrel of the gun, trying to protect Sheila who was-

Who had pulled out a gun.

“No!” he yelled. “He’s not worth shooting! Get behind me, I can-”

“Do nothing,” Joker interrupted. “Oh, poor birdie. You haven’t figured it out yet, have you?” The voice dripped with condescension and malice.

“Know what?” Jason Robin asked, a sinking feeling overwhelming him. He knew.

As Joker smiled and Sheila refused to look him in the eye, he knew. As Joker opened his grotesque maw to seal his fate, the red flags had sewn themselves together to paint the picture he had refused to acknowledge until it was too late. It was just confirmation of something he’d already known, deep down, nearly the minute he and Sheila had begun emailing.

“Oh, you stupid, stupid bird. She called me here.” He laughed.

She didn’t love him. She didn’t care about him. She knew what happened to his twin. She had been working with the Joker. She ran from Gotham because she was targeting poor families with sick kids for sick experiments and got caught.

He was an idiot. He should’ve asked Bruce what was going on. He should’ve told Dick, or Alfred, or somebody other than his little baby bird about what was going on.

He knew he should’ve stuttered out something like, “No! She’d never do that!” but at this point it’d be more of a formality than anything he actually believed. He could’ve asked something like, “How could you?!” but that also felt like more of a performance.

He looked over his shoulder, trying to catch her gaze. She pointedly looked anywhere but at him. He only had one question.

“What really happened to my brothers?”

The Joker looked at him and grated on his ears once more. “Now, little birdie, why would I-“

“Not you!” Jason ROBIN snapped out. He fully turned around to face her. “She knows. You know!” he yelled. She finally looked at him, bored. “You know what happened, don’t you?! What happened to them?!”

The silence was suffocating. His dwindling hope wished she would show some remorse. Maybe cry. Apologize. He had hoped she would show some reaction, begging for it whether it be genuine and apologetic, pleading him for his forgiveness, or something else entirely. He had almost expected her to turn with a sadistic grin, all teeth and bitter emotions. Spout something about how she couldn’t possibly deal with them. He already shouldn’t love her, just based on this alone; he craved a reason he couldn’t . Hurting him wasn’t enough. He hated himself for it, but he almost hoped she did something to them.

She smoothed her face into a blank expression, looking at him like he was just another kid asking stupid questions. That was almost worse than anything he could’ve come up with on his own. The Joker’s insipid noises grated his ears as he nodded towards her. She spoke.

“Dan choked. Willis was watching him and he let our little boy die. Danny, well... I couldn’t take him with me like I’d planned. A friend had a sickly baby boy born a few days before you two. I was babysitting one day so they could go to an event. He passed away in his cot that night and, well, they looked enough alike. They even shared a name. The only other one in the house was the sister, and she was in bed. It was easy.”

The sickening realization hit him with that maddening cackle ringing out in his ears. It sounded like a bad sitcom that relied on laugh tracks to try and convince you it was entertaining.

Joker said something. He could tell from the way the man’s mouth moved, but all he could hear was the manufactured laughter coming out like rotted peels. Sheila looked like she might actually feel something, anything, but it quickly smoothed over into a carefully blank expression.

“Why would you do this to us?” his voice was soft.

“I had no choice. Your brothers were out of my control, and you, well... if you ran off to Batman, you’d find I’ve been taking a big cut out of the cash myself. Couldn’t have you ruining that for me, could I?”

He was such an idiot . He knew not to trust her! Alfred was going to be so disappointed…

One of Joker’s white vans peeled into the parking lot and stopped abruptly near them. Joker looked at him for a moment and, before he knew it, the Joker’s arm was moving. He heard the shot ring loud in his ears, and suddenly he was on the ground. He heard someone screaming in pain with manic laughter in the background.

“There, now my little birdie can’t fly away,” he heard a giggle, then- “Where do ya think you’re goin’, blondie?”

Sheila turned around from where she’d been walking away. She kept cool despite the gun that was now trained on her instead of the little boy she’d lured here. “Home. I want to watch my shows and go to bed.”

Joker’s smile widened. “You’re comin’ with us. Our payment still isn’t in, though I like the little gift you’ve given us in the meantime.”

He kicked Jason in the knee he’d just shot. Jason’s hand went to his belt. If he could just...

“Don’t think so, bucko,” the man who’d been driving said as he grabbed Ja... Robin’s wrist.

He looked up to see three pairs of eyes trained on him. So much for that plan.

“Tie him up,” Joker said eventually. “We’ll take him to the fun house, yeah?”

He gestured to Sheila, motioning her into the van. “Come on, doll, you too,” he added, looking her up and down.

The goon ripped Robin’s gloves off his hands and tied his wrists behind his back in tight knots. As it happened, he did his best to remember the training Batman had given him, flexing his muscles as best as he could to make them loose when he relaxed them. Even relaxed, they cut into his wrists.

The goon roughly grabbed his hair, turning his head from side to side. He ripped the com unit from his ear roughly, causing him to bite his tongue to hold back a swear. He didn’t want to give these people the satisfaction.

The man picked Robin up by his hair and threw him into the back of the van. His knee hit against the metal of the floor, causing him to hiss. He felt a gentle hand against his cheek.

“Jason-”

“Don’t touch me.”

“Jason, please-”

“Shut up, Sheila.”

“I am your mother-”

“You’re not shit to me,” he spat, finally looking at her face. “You didn’t do shit for me. You didn’t do shit for my brothers-”

“I did everything I could-”

“ I told you to shut the fuck up ,” he hissed. “You didn’t do shit for me, you weren’t there. You sold me out to the fucking Joker.” His voice didn’t shake, and he was proud of that as he regarded her with the same frigidness she’d adopted. “And it’s Robin in uniform. If we want to survive this, it’s Robin.”

“We’re not going to die, Jason,” Sheila denied.

“He’s going to try to kill me. It’s his ultimate fantasy to break the Bat enough to kill, and he thinks killing me would do the trick,” Robin stated. “And you’ve already crossed someone once. He won’t trust you not to do it again. Either shut the fuck up or call me Robin, because you’re fucking stupid if you think he won’t kill you, too.”

“If that was true, why didn’t he just shoot you?”

Robin grimaced. “It’d be too easy. He wants to play his game first. We’re like toys to him; he’ll play with us until we break, then he’ll cast us aside.”

The ride was silent after that.

He thought about the emergency button in his boot. He didn’t trust Sheila to try to press it, not after this stunt, so he tried to shimmy his boot off and into his hand. Unfortunately, Bruce had designed the damn thing too well. It hadn’t even budged, and the button was bump-proof after one too many awkward conversations with Dick. Robin cursed under his breath.

He tried to do something, anything, as he lay there on the floor. This was bad. This was so, so bad. He tried to think of something, quick, but nothing came to mind as the van sped through the streets.

When they got to the warehouse, Robin decided his tactic.

The van doors opened and Robin glared at his captors. He knew they couldn’t see from behind his back, but the gesture he made was like a calming balm on his soul. He could see Sheila stand to her feet the best she could out of the corner of his eye.

“Now, now, look what we have here,” Joker said as he giggled. Robin hated fighting this guy for that reason the most, he thinks. He’s never letting Nightwing watch his shit sitcoms ever again.

“What we got, boss?” the goon asked besides him.

Joker fell back. Jason watched as he raised the gun to his head and hooked Sheila’s foot with his own, pulling her leg out from under her. She lost balance and fell just as the shot rang out. The bullet went through the man’s skull, whizzed through where Sheila’s head would’ve been if Robin hadn’t pulled her down and shattered the windshield behind them. Blood and brain matter spattered them both. The body hung in the air like that for just a few moments before falling, slamming against the door of the van and sliding down in a heap of limbs.

“A red robin!” he giggled.

Robin took a breath, doing his best not to show a reaction. His ears rung.

“Oh come on, nothing? That was some of my best material,” he huffed. He grabbed Robin’s shoulder, dragging him out of the van and towards a warehouse. “Blondie! In front of me!”

Sheila walked briskly ahead of them. Her face was stoic.

Fucking bitch.

He limped to the warehouse as Joker stood behind him with the gun to his back.

He knew if he tried to fight, he’d only get Sheila killed. Even if she hadn’t spotted the danger yet, he knew Joker was like a viper, just waiting for the right moment to strike. As loathe as he was to say it, he couldn’t leave her behind. His best bet was to wait for the Bat.

It was unlikely, but he hoped the com unit had busted when the goon had thrown it, sending an automatic emergency signal to the Bat. That would likely cause him to investigate and find his gloves or tire marks or something-

“Faster, birdie,” the clown shoved him forwards a little, “Unless you wanna end up like our friend back there.”

Batman would’ve been able to save the guy. Batman wouldn’t have gotten captured. He wished Batman was here right now.

Jason did as he was told, walking faster. It felt like a death march. No, Batman was coming; Robin just has to stay strong for a while longer. If he had full use of his leg, he might be able to take care of it himself. Nightwing might be the better acrobatic, but he’d still been trained by all of the bats before him.

He put too much weight on his knee and nearly crumpled. He could hear Joker’s manic voice behind him, mocking him.

Staying strong to wait for rescue meant that he had more time than usual to take in his surroundings. Other than the Joker and Sheila, they were alone. Joker raised the pistol he carried above his head. He bore the butt of the gun down against his skull, kicking his injured knee as he fell to the floor. Robin fought not to cry out.

There were crates lining the warehouse. There were several different prototypes for only god knows what, and he could smell gas from somewhere. He hoped he was wrong, but he could’ve sworn he saw wires coming out of the back wall earlier. There was a row of blunt objects in front of them. Joker walked up to them and grabbed the crowbar from the lineup.

Sheila went over to the stack of crates and sat down.

Joker raised an arm, yammering some nonsense about how he was a naughty bird and needed to be punished. He swung, hitting Jason in the cheekbone first. He heard the crack.

He focused his energy on not crying out. This was the best way to prolong Joker’s torture and save them.

He looked over at Sheila to try and distract himself. She calmly reached into her pocket and pulled out a cigarette and matchbox. The Joker kept swinging. She put the cigarette between her lips. Joker was laughing as he brought the weapon down again. She lit the match, bringing it up to her mouth.

“Come on, Birdie,” he taunted, “What would the big ol’ Bat say?”

He swung harder. She took a drag, watching the smoke billow from her mouth and up in the air. She hadn’t once looked away.

Each hit felt like, well, getting smacked with a crowbar. He heard snaps. The Joker had aimed at his leg at one point, and Robin prayed he hadn’t broken the emergency button so Batman could track it.

He thought about all the red flags he’d ignored. All the times he’d almost told Bruce what was going on and didn’t. He wished he’d told Alfred he loved him more often. He wished he had said a more heartfelt “goodbye” to Dick before he left for his mission instead of saying he'd be glad to have the manor to himself the next few weekends. He wished he took his phone to text his little baby bird.

He wished he’d told Bruce he loved the little zebra plush he’d given him instead of just nodding-

The crowbar hit his stomach and that was it. He’d stayed strong as long as he could.

“Papa!” he cried out.

The Joker paused. “Oh, well, well, well, well, welllll,” he started, dragging out his last word, “What’s this about, bird brains? Missing Daddy, are we?”

Jason whimpered.

“Do it again,” the voice was cruel, all malice and hatred. He brought the crowbar down hard on Jason’s head.

“Papa,” he sobbed. “Help, please, help me...”

The Joker laughed again before bringing it down once more.

Jason cried out louder.

“Awe, you seein’ this, Blondie?” he asked, grin on his face. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees her nod. Jason chokes on his sob as the guilt from the last couple weeks boiled over.

He crouched down next to Jason, “D’awww, don’t worry, birdie, we’re not done playin’,” he mocked. He could see his own blood on the man’s face.

His wrists burned from the rope. The lens from his left eye was missing and the right was completely shattered and fragmented. The hearing in his left ear was weird and he couldn’t discern if that was because the goon from earlier had ripped his com out or if it was because Joker had hit him there. There was blood everywhere.

“Care for a smoke?” he heard Sheila offer.

Joker turned to her with disgust, “Those things’ll kill ya,” he said, then cackled.

He left them to debate while he arched his back as far as it would go. At this point, he just wanted to get out himself. If he could protect Sheila, great, if not, well... he could pretend to be fine with it, he thought.

His finger just barely caught the edge of the pocket on his belt. He could feel the blood that had pooled there, refusing to sink into the nearly soak-proof fabric. He opened it silently and brushed his fingertips to the contents. Band aids. He tried again on the other side. Lollipops. He went for the next closest pocket, staring at the Joker and Sheila as they chatted away like they were anywhere but here. He grabbed the side of it and pulled up, barely managing to unlatch the snap.

The wing ding. Why Batman let the 9 yr old pick the name for every one of his contraptions, he’ll never understand, but in this moment he’s so glad that the old man had a lapse in judgment so big as to let him carry around what were essentially projectable razor blades. He slid one out carefully and started working at the ropes. Sheila made eye contact with him for just a second.

He froze. He waited to see if she’d rat him out, but she continued her sentence without falter, looking back at the clown.

He didn’t stop to contemplate why she’d done that. He continued to cut through the thick rope.

He finally got through the ropes, sparing a glance back at the duo. He knew he couldn’t run away like this, but he could probably stall for a little more time.

The first thing he did was check the inseam of his boot. The emergency button was intact. He pressed it. Even if the com had broken, it wouldn’t hurt to press the button. Maybe Bruce would understand the need for more urgency and get here faster.

With shaking hands, he grasped the wing ding. It was a miracle he didn’t cut himself on it by accident with the amount of blood soaking its surface.

He threw it at the Joker.

The projectile hit the man’s cheek, causing a deep cut. The man cursed, cupping his cheek and spun around. There was nothing human about his expression.

“Oh, you little... Fine, you want Uncle Joker to play with you?” he muttered darkly.

He grabbed a handful of bloody hair, dragging the boy upwards to meet his face.

He could smell his rancid breath and an undercurrent of something acidic. “Let’s play!”

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

After his frankly insane nightmare, Danny was feeling drained.

He slept again that night, for one, and almost didn’t bother getting up when his ghost sense went off. He did, of course, and helped the Red Huntress kick some ghostly butt.

Tucker and Sam, however, had noticed and were confronting him.

The Black Dahlia

You know why we’re doing this, right?

Ghost Boy Because you hate me?

The Pharaoh

No dude, we’re concerned.

Ghost Boy Well stop? What if there’s a ghost during the day? Red’s only active at night

The Black Dahlia

We’ll text her??

Ghost Boy … Sam We’re not supposed to know

The Black Dahlia

You dated her, remember?

We’re friends now

The Pharaoh

You’re friends?

The Black Dahlia

Shut up

Tell you what ghostie

Ghost Boy What Also dont call me that

The Black Dahlia

Take a break for the day, just 24 hours

OR

We tell Jazz you were lying about getting hurt and got dunked in cursed kool-aid

Your choice

Ghost Boy You wouldnt dare

The Pharaoh

Already have screen shots of everything ready to send

Ghost Boy … I hate you both

The Black Dahlia

Love you too!!

The Pharaoh

Care about you, man

So, yeah, he was pretty much screwed. He sighed, stirring some of the shredded cheese they’d managed to salvage into his microwave mac n’ cheese cup. Once upon a time, he’d have cut up hotdogs in this, but after one too many times of a certain food group trying to eat you back, you tend not to eat it anymore.

He supposed he had to act like a normal human being today.

His ghost sense bubbled in his chest. He didn’t turn his head in time and the breath from his lungs froze the food in his hand. Danny mourned for a moment before cutting his losses, tossing it in the trash and updating his friends.

Ghost Boy My sense just went off

The Black Dahlia

Contacting Red

Ghost Boy Be a lot easier if I dealt with it myself

The Pharaoh

Stfu

Corner of Maple and Elm

The Black Dahlia

K

Ghost Boy Thought you were hacking the GIW, not the citys cams??

The Pharaoh

I did both <3

Ghost Boy Omfg

He smiled slightly as he texted his friends. Even if they were annoying sometimes, he knew they had his best interest at heart... most of the time.

He knew they were probably going to be busy the rest of the day, Tucker (apparently) looking at the city’s cameras to make sure nothing was going wrong and Sam had to leave soon to get a dress fitted for a gala her parents were dragging her to. Something about how Bruce Wayne adopted another kid that he was apparently super protective of? Hadn’t even hosted a gala for him yet? Though that was mostly because every time they tried, a supervillain trashed the place the night before. It was freaky. Sam was certain the same was to be said about this one, but her parents were insistent.

Speaking of parents...

Shouts and clangs could be heard from the basement. He could hear something heavy being dropped onto the floor. There was nearly no possible way for him to make it past them without getting caught. He... might be able to convince Jazz to let him go to the library with her for her study group.

He’d gotten the rest of his work done last night, prepped and in his bag for Monday. That sounded like a normal teen activity to do. He could see if they had any more Jane Austen there since he’d finished Jazz’s copies already.

He ran up the stairs to find Jazz packing her bag and on call with one of her tutoring students.

“Yes, we had geography homework.... Yes, I know that’s a weak area.... Mhm.... Hang- hey, hang on a sec, my little brother’s staring at me,” Jazz pulled the receiver away from her mouth, “What?”

“Can I go with you?

Jazz kept her eyes on him and pulled the phone back up. “Would you be alright if my brother crashes our session?... Perfect. Danny, go get ready,” she shoo’d him out, “Bring your stuff, I’ll look over your homework for you!” she called as he booked it out of her room.

He went into his room, picking up his bag. He grabbed his phone charger (he had no idea how long they’d be there, sue him), and double checked to make sure he had a pen.

He went down the stairs, stopping in the kitchen to fill the water bottle Sam had given him for... ugh, Christmas. He only used it because she was nice and got him something. That, and it had little ghosts on it and said “Boo, Witch”. He loved it.

He didn’t care what kind of truce there was, he hated Christmas.

He decided to wait for Jazz in the car.

It was... weird. Just going to the library like a regular teenager would. Good weird, though.

He opened the door, sliding into the front seat. He texted Jazz, telling her he was already in the car. She sent him a thumbs up.

He crossed his legs on the seat before putting on his seatbelt. Jazz hated it when he did this, but it was comfortable. He scrolled on his phone, unsure of what else to do.

He smiled to himself. He was going to the library . He was going to the library, he was going to go over his homework with his big sister, and then he was going to check out a book. He was... excited. Maybe he had taken it for granted so often he hadn’t known what he missed, or maybe he was too busy to notice it before, but he missed this feeling.

Jazz slid into the driver’s seat, scolded him for the way he was sitting, and began driving.

It was a surprisingly peaceful drive. The ghost attack was on the other side of town, so they completely avoided all the action.

It was surreal. He still couldn’t believe it was happening. They got to the library without incident.

They walked through the doors where Jazz lead Danny to a study room, where the kid she was tutoring was already waiting.

“Hey, Jazz, hey lil’ dude,” he greeted with a lazy wave.

“Hey, Kip,” Jazz greeted.

“Hi,” Danny said, waving back. “I’m Danny,” he said, extending his hand.

Kip smiled easily and took his hand, “I’m Kip. Heard you were crashing today, what’s up? Your friends busy or something?”

“I got grounded for punching someone’s tooth out,” he said cheerily. Kip laughed as Jazz flushed.

“Daniel James!” she scolded and turned to the other boy. “I’m so sorry about him, he’s-”

“He’s cool,” he amended, “I heard about it is all. That one kid was friends with my little sister, she needed something to wake her up to how shit her friends are.”

“Who’s your sister?” Danny asked.

“Star Franks, why? You know her?”

Danny shuddered. “Yeah, I do. She faked dating my friend awhile back,” he started.

“Oh, god,” he muttered, “She does that a lot. She was dating this girl and the other kids in her shitty group decided that homophobia was cool I guess? And they told them they could stay together, but only if they got fake boyfriends. Apparently there’s a gay kid on the football team as well? Kwan or something? That she fake dated for awhile,” he went on.

“Okay, guys, let’s get work done first, then we can gossip,” Jazz jumped in. “Though, we should really talk about that later,” she said.

“Oh I plan to,” Kip laughed. “So, what you got, lil’ man?”

Danny grabbed all the papers he had in his bag, handing them to Jazz. “I’ve got my work done, I kind of only tagged along to check out the books they have here,” he admitted.

“That’s cool,” he said. “I’ve been trying to get Star here since they have a surprisingly killer LGBTQ section, but she said it wouldn’t be good for her ‘socials’...? Whatever that means?”

“Knowing what I know about Dash and Kwan, I’m surprised a single one of them can read, honestly,” Danny said seriously.

Kip covered his mouth with his hand as he wheezed.

“Be nice. Alright, it looks like you’re good here,” Jazz mumbled, “Did you have any questions? Did you struggle at all with the math?”

Danny shook his head, “Not really. I did pretty good with it, and it wasn’t too hard. Can I go now?”

Jazz sighed. “Fine. Don’t destroy the place, and text me if you don’t remember what room we’re in.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he turned to Kip, “It was nice meeting you!”

“Nice meeting you too, lil’ man!” he said. “You should come over for more sessions, you’re a riot!”

“That’s exactly why he doesn’t come to my tutoring sessions,” Jazz teased.

Danny snorted, closing the door as he left.

He wandered around for a while before finding the classics section. He ran his finger against the spines of the books, finding what he was looking for rather quickly.

He picked up copies of Sense and Sensibility and Emma before heading to the check-out.

He greeted the woman behind the desk, who looked at him for a moment. “Hi, sweetheart, what can I do for you today?” she asked, not unkindly.

“I just want to check these out, please,” he said politely.

“Alright, can I get a name?”

“Daniel Fenton,” he said immediately. She looked at him.

“Fenton?” she echoed.

“I know,” he said immediately, “I promise I will be keeping these in my bag unless I’m reading them. They will not get within 10 feet of my parents,” he promised, remembering the fallen library books through the years that Jazz tried to bring in. It truly was amazing how many small fires his father started every week.

She laughed, “No, hon, that’s not what I meant. I used to help babysit you and Jazz when you were babies,” she said. “You just... wow, you reminded me of a friend we had years ago for a second. You look just like her.”

Danny cocked his head. “I’m sorry?”

She shook her head lightly, “Don’t worry about it, dear. Let me see those a sec?”

Danny handed them over for her to scan.

“All right, there you go, sweetie. Wow, Austen isn’t something I see a lot of kids your age checking out,” she commented.

Danny huffed, only slightly dramatic. “I was grounded recently, Jazz had a copy of Pride and Prejudice , and I was bored. I picked it up and now-”

“You can’t stop reading?” she guessed.

“I can’t stop reading!” he said, slightly exasperated. She laughed at him.

“Well, we’re always here if you want to read more,” she promised, “And there are always free bookmarks on the table over there if you’re interested,” she added, pointing to the aforementioned table.

“All right, thank you, miss,” he replied politely. “I’d better go before Jazz thinks I’m burning the place down or something.”

She hummed in amusement, “Wouldn’t want that. You have a nice day and tell your parents I said hi!”

“Will do, have a nice day!” he called over his shoulder.

He decided not to go back up to the study room, afraid of distracting Jazz and Kip. Instead, he wandered around until he found a cozy little spot hidden away from the rest. It was labeled “The Quiet Room” and had a quaint little set up.

He sat in a rocking chair, bringing his legs up onto it to sit crisscross apple-sauce style. He moved his torso gently back and forth to subtly rock the chair as he opened Emma first.

“Emma Woodhouse, handsome, clever, and rich...”

He was immediately just as invested as he had been with Pride and Prejudice . He felt he could read for hours.

Ooo, he knew this was going to be good. The audacity of this woman! She’d never worked a day in her life and yet here she was, thinking she can just meddle in other’s affairs? He could see the heads rolling now.

Emma may be an adult, but she acted like a spoiled child.

He kept reading, making little noises as he did so whenever things got good. The peace of the room made it easy to breeze through the words and hang on to every one of them, watching as Emma made a fool of herself. It was highly entertaining.

He grimaced at some parts. Emma really didn’t have self-awareness, did she? For one who makes such bold claims as she did, she truly had no emotional maturity. Emotionally secure people don’t go around meddling in other’s business-

He needs to stop hanging around Jazz.

He yawned, his mouth dry. He decided it was probably around time he went back to Jazz in person, anyways.

He got up and out of the comfortable chair, making his way towards the exit. He walked around for a bit before spotting the white rooms, looking through the little windows of each before spotting where Jazz sat with Kip. He turned the knob.

“Hey, lil’ man!” Kip greeted as they turned towards him. “You find what you were lookin’ for?”

“Yeah!” he said and held up his prizes.

“Austen, huh?” he commented. “Isn’t that the same chick that wrote that one book Mrs. Dean is always on about?”

“ Pride and Prejudice , yeah,” Jazz said. “He borrowed my copy last week and breezed right through it. Said it was like gossiping with a friend,” she said fondly.

Kip lit up with realization. “Oh my god, you’re right! Maybe I should read the book.”

“You haven’t read it yet?” Jazz asked, confused.

“Nope, read the first couple pages and thought it was boring. But viewing it as gossiping...”

“Do I want to know how you wrote your essay? Don’t answer that,” Jazz muttered. “If you want, I have a personal copy, or I’m sure Danny can show you where he got his books from.”

“Right on,” Kip said easily. His phone chimed a moment later. “Oh, shoot, okay I gotta go,” he said.

“Already? We still have 20 minutes!” Jazz exclaimed.

Kip looked at her, guilty, “I know, but Maria’s bringing the baby to the hospital. She spiked a fever last night and it reached 103 a few minutes ago. Maria’s picking me up so we can go together,” he said.

“What if you guys clean up here and meet me in the lobby? I can go grab a copy of the book,” he offered.

Kip looked at Danny, touched, “You’d do that, dude? Thank you so much,” he said sincerely.

“No problem, man,” he said, grabbing his bag and water bottle so Jazz wouldn’t have to, “Good luck with your kid. This must be really scary,” he said.

“It is. She was a huge change, and we didn’t do everything we were supposed to,” he admitted. “We’re just trying to do right by her now.”

“That’s all you can do, Kip. Learn from your past and make better choices for your future,” Jazz said as she grabbed papers. “Okay, so this is due...”

Danny left, running slightly to the classics section. He found it easily, scanning the shelves for the book. He spotted it, scooped it up and turned to leave when-

“Fenton?” he heard a soft voice ask.

“Uh, hey, Star,” he said awkwardly.

“Hey. Didn’t know you were into... classics,” she said lamely.

They looked at each other a few more moments.

“Yeah,” he replied awkwardly. “Well, I gotta run, so-”

“Do you know where my brother is,” she asked, in a rush.

“Um, he’s supposed to be meeting me in the lobby, actually-”

“Okay. Okay, I... he wanted to show me something. I guess. And I was rude but-”

“Star, I really gotta run,” he said, “Kip has an emergency and he asked me to grab this for him.”

“Oh,” she said.

He felt bad for her. “If you follow me, I can show you a cool room I found and we can wander around together if you want.”

Star smiled, “That sounds nice, actually.”

“Cool.”

Danny started walking, Star following close behind. They made it to the lobby as Jazz and Kip were bounding down the stairs.

“I found it!” Danny called over to them.

“Sweet. Thanks again, lil’... Star? What are you doin’ here?”

“I, uh, well...” she stammered.

“She wanted to apologize for earlier,” Danny jumped in. “She mentioned you had something to show her earlier, and I told her you had an emergency,” he handed the book to Kip for him to check out. “I also offered to show her around, help her pick out a book and show her the room I found earlier,” he added.

Kip smiled at them. “Thank you,” he said softly.

He checked out the book as a car pulled up in the parking lot. He ran out, waving goodbye.

“So,” Jazz started, “You want me to stick around, or pick you up later?”

Danny turned to Star, “You mind if she joins in? She has more recommendations than I do,” he admitted.

Star giggled for a second. “Sure, I don’t mind.”

Danny smiled to himself for a moment. He let Jazz lead them through the library, pointing out certain books to them. He occasionally made his own comments, about how the movie was good or that he heard good things about that one.

Jazz ended up with Tom Sawyer , Star with Red, White, and Royal Blue . They sat in the quiet room as they read, Danny in the chair, Star on the couch and Jazz at the desk.

Turns out, being a normal teen for the day was the best idea his friends ever had.

He was never going to tell them that, though.

Although...

He was going to have to tag along with Jazz more often. He may not be able to do whole days like this, but maybe he could spare a few hours every weekend. This was too nice not to do that.

He’d had too much fun today.

#ailesswhumptober2023 #dp x dc #jason todd #danny fenton #danny phantom #dc robin #robin #batman #ai-less whumptober day five #kite flies over the nightingale nest

[lumiereandcogsworth]

The good place!!

my favorite female character: oh gotta be eleanor. i just love her energy, her vibe. and gosh her role in season 4 is just!! like when you think about WHERE she started and how much she’s grown!!!! it’s magnificent. so proud of her

my favorite male character: might be a tie between michael and chidi. i love michael’s growth a lot too, and he’s just a delightful demon man <3 but chidi is so entertaining and also SO GENUINE AND KIND AND SWEET GOSH. HIM.

favorite book/season/etc: i don’t know, season 4 was very interesting just because of how meta it got.

my favorite episode: i can’t say i have one, i binged the show in six days. but the finale kicked ass, as everyone told me it would.

my favorite cast member: i don’t know any of them that well but i think manny jacinto (jason) is a BEAUTIFUL MAN!!!!!!!!! and kristin bell seems like a cool gal, her and her husband are very in love and i love very in love couples <3 aaaaand ted danson is a legend and i did love him on cheers so it’s cool to see him older and wiser and sillier :”)

my favorite ship: ELEANOR AND CHIDI MY GOODNESS. they literally fell in love multiple times in 800 different universes. shut the FUCK up.

a character i’d die defending: i don’t know, do any of them need defending? i’d defend the show in general sjdksj

a character i just can’t sympathize with: i mean trevor lmao. why does adam scott play the worst people ever in everything he’s in EXCEPT for ben wyatt. it’s so funny

a character i grew to love: all of them? i didn’t particularly like any of them to begin with, i had to get to know them first. that’s the demisexual guarantee baby ;) haha but uhh the one i grew most to love was probably chidi. took me a while to figure him out, which is ironic, considering who he is haha.

my anti-otp: i don’t know that i have one! maybe anyone with michael. i feel like he’s aroace almost, you know what i mean? like i just think he’s here for a good time not a partner time sjdksj. like that’s fine if you ship him with someone i guess but i just don’t see it at all. he loves his friends so much your honor. and *SPOILERS* even when he’s on earth! he never tried to find a partner (that we saw) he just had pals! :”)

#what a show!! #thank u <3 #freakwiththeknifecollection #answered #the good place

[bxllamysharpe]

( avan jogia, cis male, he/him ) i just saw bellamy sharpe walking down the cobbled roads of skopelos the other day playing sweet talk by saint motel out loud. aren’t they supposed to be in london ? rumor has it that the twenty-nine year old is + gregarious, but can also be - complacent — overall they’re the himbo. they remind me of a wall of past trophies, googling "define (super basic word)", winking at the mirror.

about. // pinterest. // playlist. // threads. // connections.

bellamy sharpe (bell or bs for short) - skopelos’ resident himbo. golden retriever personified. he’s what you would get if nick miller, joey tribbiani, and jason mendoza have a child together and raised him with a ton of sugar.

the sweetest boy you’ll ever meet but also the most annoying. every other thing that comes out of his mouth is a joke... and they’re bad. he thinks dad jokes and puns are the pinnacle of humor.

currently works as the coo of broadmoor realty. how did he get the job, you wonder? well, good ol’ nepostism, of course. officially, he’s in skopelos to learn more about the hotel business before the company finalizes their decision to expand into the industry. unofficially? he needs a break.

in college, he was one of those annoying people who partied way too much yet his grades were always on top. his secret, you ask? he studied. like, non-stop. between his vodka shots and when he was hangover. he didn’t like to advertise it because studying’s boring. he much rather focus on his more interesting parts - namely, his face.

speaking of his face - it’s pretty clear early on that bell is gifted with a pretty face... and he knows it very well. in fact, it’s probably the only thing he could be proud of himself. which is honestly kind of sad but we don’t talk about that

the epitome of head empty, no thoughts. him staring at a distance? that’s not him brooding, god no. that’s him thinking of how cool the trees are and humming a song in his head. you ever wonder what’s going on in his mind at any given moment? probably nothing, to be honest. he refuses to use his mind outside of working situations, thank you very much.

has a cat that he loves with all of his heart (and he brought her with him to skopelos too!) named angel, because to him, she’s an angel. in truth, she’s probably closer to the devil. her hobbies are: biting, hissing, staring at people like they’re her lifelong nemesis, and scratching anyone who dares to try to touch her. she’s cute, though.

likes to flirt, especially with women who looks like they could (and would) kick his ass. he has the tendency to go for women who’s out of his league and would crush him with the bottom of their shoe without hesitation. would LOVE to be a malewife. 

can’t be subtle to save his life. the worst liar ever. would genuinely cry if he ever has to punch someone. forgives easily and is a very optimistic person overall. he could be trapped in the middle of the ocean a la life of pi and he’d still smile at the pretty sunrise.

#intro ; #skopelosintro