#jason mommy reveal

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Drew this in May 2022 for my Falloutified Mother/Father's Day idea 🌼

The Chosen One (aka Jason's grandpa) took this photo :)

#jason mommy reveal #think i shared it in the unreliable discord server #fnv #fallout #oc: jason #courier six #bosbinnsusb #flowers exist in fallout propaganda #plase be niceys to me i was 17 when i drew this

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I am going FERAL over this imagine:

So basically Bruce brings reader home to be his new daughter/the boys' new sibling but Uh Oh! They now want you carnally and reader is just like "you said you wanted me as a daughter/sibling, wtf is this" and being their platonic darling is better than being shared between them romantically so reader tries to come off as innocent and child/sibling coded by being like "yeah I've never actually kissed or dated anyone before aren't I just so innocent" and the boys are like :)))

So then Dick says you can call him your boyfriend "just to feel it out" and Tim starts blatantly stealing your panties and Jason says he can give you your 1st kiss so you can "practice" with him and Bruce offers to teach you how to touch yourself and (and him) and when you try to walk it back cause the boys are being Freaks they're in their delulu era so eventually you end up tied to the bed with the boys and Bruce drawing straws over who gets to take what 1sts (like 1st date, kiss, virginity, ect).

And Damien is just in the background absolutely SEETHING cause the the boys and Bruce's Horny Time keeps interrupting his Mommy Time with the reader

And reader using Damien as kind of a shield cause what are they going to do, feel you up in front of a CHILD? Like just, "Stay Platonic :))"

Just that kind of pseudo incest makes me Feel Things (*/∀＼*)(///∇///)

I'd love your thoughts/a fic based on this! Ty ❤️

TW: Brief mentions of pseudo incest(y) scenarios/behavior, manipulative tactics, yandere tendencies

(Okay so I’ll answer this with my thoughts for right now.)

I know I primarily write incest(y) related topics for my Game of Thrones/ASOIAF stuff but I have been tempted to/curious about branching it out into some of the other fandoms I write for 👀. (I’ve had a few ideas rolling around in my noggin for a bit if anyone is interested.) So I would be willing to give this a try. I’m down to experiment with some new stuff, within reason of course.

I imagine the Reader being older (probably 19-23), maybe even having been a runaway of sorts or not having a very stable home life, so when they’re given the ‘offer’ to become part of the family they’re looking to fulfill a familial void they’ve never experienced or have forgotten how it’s felt like. I definitely see Bruce and the rest of the boys keeping a very close eye on the Reader before they decide to finally bring them into their family, basically full on stalking them from the moment they caught their attention (you know how the Batfam works). It wouldn’t be a surprise if even before the Reader was with them physically that the boys developed a more carnal desire for them. At first, their intentions were completely platonic, but with all the lengthy observing and information gathering of their supposed-to-be-new-family-member eventually something changed in how they all saw their darling.

I really see the change in their obsession starting with either Dick or Tim first. Especially regarding some accidental or purposeful peeping Tom foolery. I feel like Bruce would be the last to fall victim to the change in direction or at the very least he’s the last one to admit to it. If Damian is younger than I see his obsession staying strictly platonic, but if he were much older than I could see him involving himself to the same depths as his family.

At first, I see things happening subtly. Knowing that at the very least a few of them are already in an obsessive-romantic headspace in regards to their darling before they even physically become part of the family the guys would try to be as welcoming as possible without revealing their true intentions. They don’t want to scare you off right away, they want you to walk into it semi-willingly at least. But the interactions with the Reader would show something else. The lingering touches, the being much closer to you than really necessary, the heated grazes over your clothes here and there that leave you wondering if that actually happened or not. I also kind of like the other members not being fully aware of each other’s change in obsession, everyone giving each other the side eye until it sets in and then all out war of who gets the darling to themself unfolds only to eventually end up with them working together and agreeing to share. That’s when Bruce’s heel-turn is revealed.

Once things get truly amped up, the interactions with the Reader really begin to escalate. The boys would walk around shirtless more often, all of them trying to get their darling to look at them, to really look at them. Eventually, it’s not just them being shitless but either them in nothing but their underwear or nothing at all. They start out as accidents but eventually it’s pretty loud and clear that the guys want you to see them, all of them, to even touch them and feel them to your hearts content. But thats not all, of course it’s not. The touching of their darling only gets all the more intense, to the point that you know damn well that they’re touching you and they want to leave you wanting for more. So much more. The Reader’s innocence and lack of experience would only spur them on even more. They absolutely thrive off of it. They all want to be your first, your first everything. There will be a lot of secret ‘lessons’ being given behind closed doors and telling of “Don’t tell Batdaddy or he’ll get real mad.” “Don’t let Jay know, or he’ll want to punish you for not doing this with him.” “Let this be our secret, (Name). Something just for you and me.” “Can’t tell anyone about this or they’ll ruin it for the both of us.” And they only get even worse from there.

I can’t see Alfred being okay with this in any situation, whatsoever. I think he especially would feel like Bruce and the other boys completely took advantage of the Reader and he would try his best to aid them in trying to keep up with the platonic intention of this entire fiasco. He would be a total cockblock, even going as far as helping Damian in his cockblocking endeavors. Alfred’s intention would be to play both sides so he knows how to help the Reader when it comes to Bruce and the others but it wouldn’t take too long for them to figure out that Alfred is working against them. Like, Alfred was all for the familial-platonic obsession but when things started getting more romantic he was ready to shut that shit down ASAP. You can’t tell me he hasn’t, at least a few times, locked Bruce, Dick, Jason, and Tim out of the house to give the Reader some peace and give Damian his much deserved allotted time with them.

Speaking of Damian, he is a menace (as per usual) but even more so than normal. He really doesn’t take too well to the new direction of his father’s and brothers’ obsession for the Reader. He thinks it’s pretty messed up but he sincerely likes and cares about the Reader and he wants them to stay, he wants them to continue being a part of the family forever so he’ll let some things slide. Some. He even may be willing to look the other way when it eventually comes to Bruce, Dick, Jason, and Tim baby-trapping the Reader if it means this whole ‘family’ thing becomes set in stone with the arrival of a new ‘sibling’. But for the most part, at least early on, Damian would be a huge pain in the ass for the other family members. He feels like he needs to step in to save his darling from the others and their ulterior motives. He’s all his parental/older sibling figure needs, at least at that point. He may even try to runaway with them to keep them safe from the others. Hell, he may even get his mother involved if he was desperate enough, especially if he saw the Reader as a parental figure. Or maybe even another Justice League member to either adopt him and the Reader so that he could have that family experience he was promised with the Reader. Or he would be completely content just living the rest of his life just him and the Reader, platonically of course.

It would either take Bruce or Dick to have a talk with Damian to get him to come to some agreement to allow them to continue with what they’re doing in regards to the Reader. I think Dick would get away with manipulating Damian much better than Bruce could. I think Damian would have some opinions about his father especially throughout this whole situation. Especially since I see Damian being very observant of how Dick, Jason and Tim are behaving towards the Reader early on and picking up on the fuckery taking place, even going as far as telling Bruce about it under the belief his father would be on his side (not ever fathoming the idea of his father also doing similar things to the Reader without him ever knowing). As far as Damian knew his father was completely platonic towards the Reader, as a ‘father’ should be. Right? So understandably Damian feels not only betrayed but also disgusted when he finds out that his father was and still is taking part in, acting in a similarly depraved fashion as the others.

Eventually, I could see them coming together and being one big ‘happy’ family. But it sure as hell comes at a price. (Usually the Reader’s freedom and sense of self outside of the obsession they’ve been dragged into, to drown in alongside their yandere(s).)

#anxious answers #yandere bruce wayne #yandere dick grayson #yandere jason todd #yandere tim drake #yandere batboys #yandere dc concept #yandere batboys concept #yandere concept

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Cutie pie snookums 🦋💫

I love love loved your piece of art for the Leo x aphrodite reader request ( had me giggling and kicking my feet 🤭)

Also it's more like a headcanon for all our precious lover boys ( Leo, Frank, Luke, Percy, Jason ( not me praying I didn't forgot one of my men )) talking about the reader and what they mean to them and reader overhears it

Nah cause I am giggling and blushing just thinking about it ahhhh

Mhuw💋 Mhuaw 💋

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⋆⭒˚.⋆ what do you say when I’m not around? hcs.

content: hcs for leo valdez, frank zhang, luke castellan, percy jackson & jason grace warning: so much fluff you're gonna wanna throw up author's note: THESE ARE MY CHILDREN EACH OF THEM IS SPECIAL TO ME PLS PLS PLS TELL ME WHICH ONE WAS YOUR FAV BC I LEGIT CANNOT PICK but i need the comments to be like 'oh mommy my favorite was (insert fave here)' and then you list every single reason oaky thanks this will do wonders for my self-image also bow anon is keeping yall fed, everyone say thanks to bow anon while youre in those comments

𝜗𝜚 leo valdez

you were walking towards bunker nine, somehow managing to hold the two plates steady in your hand and also avoid tripping over all the plants on your way there.

leo had missed lunch...again

you were sure he'd starve to death and becoming a skeleton in that damn bunker if it weren't for you

as you approached the door, opening your mouth to scream out your presence you paused as you heard your name through the door

curiously, you peeked in through the small crack, making out leo and jason before turning your ear towards it to hear better

"...i'm telling you, she's the best thing that every happened to me."

melting already

"you're so sappy," jason teased

"if you felt what i felt, you'd be sappy too," leo replied and you could just picture the cheesy smile on his face

"am i in one of those terrible rom-com's piper makes us watch?" taunted jason

"you know what? probably. and i'm very lucky. grateful, even," leo laughed back, "to make her laugh, smile, have her close, it- i'll know i'll be okay because i've got her. i mean, how bad can it be if she's by my side?"

jason and leo both turned towards the door of the bunker as it creaked open, revealing the sniffling and crying girl leo had just been talking about, two sandwiches held in her hands

"hey, hey, what's wrong- wait, were you eavesdropping?" leo questioned as he moved towards her, taking the sandwiches out of her hands and setting them on his workbench, the girl instantly wrapping her arms around him

"maybe, but that's not the point-"

"kinda feels like the point to me-"

"no, the point is that you're so sweet, leo. what did i do to deserve you?" you all but sobbed against his chest, leo laughing lightly as he rubbed your shoulders.

"you know, i ask myself that every morning," hummed back leo, pressing his lips to her temple, "i mean, i'd definitely starve if it wasn't for you."

"hey, i'd make sure you didn't starve!" jason insisted, both of the couple sending him a questioning look

"and what did you have for lunch, superman?" you prompted and jason looked like a deer caught in headlights, "that's what i thought."

"i meant everything i said, you know," leo later told you, after jason had scampered off to get his own meal.

you looked up from your lunch, a smile twitching at your lips

"i know. and i'd say i'm pretty lucky too."

𝜗𝜚 frank zhang

you and frank had a little study date planned for today, meeting at the little bakery that you guys frequented at new rome

the owners knew you and frank by name, a cute little polaroid of you guys framed behind the cash register

you're class ran long, the professor leaving the q&a open for far too long

you felt bad but knew frank wouldn't mind ordering for you and waiting a bit

your sweet boy

you walked in one of the side doors of the bakery, as it was the first one you ran into

you were beginning to make your way towards your regular table, only stopping because you hear what you knew to be frank's bashful laugh

"come on, can't tell me your favorite thing about her?" the owner prompted with a wide smile and you heard frank's laugh again, just picturing his blazing face

"there's too many. we'd be here all week," frank replied, easily, and you felt that warm and gushy feeling frank always leaves you with

"but you have to have a favorite of all favorites though," insisted the owner and there was a pause from frank, both you and the owner waiting with baited breath

"okay okay. when she thinks i'm not looking, she just looks at me with- with this smile. and i can't describe it but it's my favorite. it's just a look and a smile, but it means the world to me," admitted frank, the owner cooing and her body sagging at his sweet words

you were having a similar reaction, off to the side of the restaurant, a hand held to your chest.

"goodness, you two are just too cute. ugh, my husband and i used to be just like you, all lovesick and gross," the owner mused as you finally announced your presence, pretending to have just shown up.

though, frank could tell something was up based on the kiss you gave his cheek, the boy instantly looking down at you with a raised brow

you just wrinkled your nose at him, grabbing your coffee and baked goods and taking your basically assigned seats outside the cafe

"you know, i just love it when you come up behind me and just give me those massive bear hugs for no reason. it feels good- like, cozy and like home," you stated, seemingly, unprompted

but frank caught on quick, shaking his head and smiling at the girl

"how much of that did you hear?"

"more than enough, sweet boy."

"never gonna live it down?"

"oh, certainly not."

𝜗𝜚 luke castellan

"come on, percy, you can do better than that," luke barked at the boy with a laugh, percy heaving on the ground of the training arena

"you suck."

"are you talking to yourself or...?" asks luke with a smirk, causing percy to squint a glare at him

"i'll call for y/n and tell her youre being mean to me," threatened percy, completely unaware that you had already shown up with water for the both of them, taking a seat in the bleachers and waiting for one of them to notice you

"if you think she'll be on your side, you're wrong," luke laughed, helping percy off the ground.

(without meaning to, he'd later repeat this phrase word for word when revealing to percy that he was the lightening thief and kronos right hand man. percy would mention you and this would be luke's response. he would end up being wrong)

"of course she'll be on my side, look at this face," joked percy, exhaustedly swishing a hand towards his own face.

"ha! you're funnier than i give you credit for," luke mocks and percy huffs

"i don't know why that sweet girl is with your mean ass."

"you know, i ask myself that at least twice a day but...it's good that we're together. for both of us," answers luke, turning more serious as he shrugs his shoulders.

you're intrigued now, leaning forwards with interest

"how so?" percy prompts

"well...she makes me want to be a better person. i want to be the best guy for her, it's what she deserves. and she needs me to let loose a little, have some fun and break a few rules," luke reveals, his eyes catching on movement towards the entrance of the arena and a smile gracing his lips

"speaking of the little devil," he laughs, the girl peeking around the corner with a wide smile

"that's not what you were saying about me two seconds," you mock, passing a water bottle off to percy, who took it eagerly, before hold luke's out to him

"hmm. i don't know what your talking about," luke taunts with a twisted smile and you just shake your head at him.

"okay, mr. trouble, i gotta get going. but...i'm glad i have you too," you muttered, leaning up and pressing a kiss to where his scar ended on his cheek

he hid his blush well, pressing a kiss to her forehead when she went to pull away

"i'll see you later, hun?"

"obviously. also, percy, he twisted his ankle last week during capture the flag. just so you know," the girl winked, smiling cheekily at luke's paling face before scampering out of the arena.

(she'd later spill a similar secret to percy in the middle of manhattan-turned-warzone, giving percy key information on luke to help him win. she'll live with the guilt forever, unsure if it's survivors or not)

"you're a snitch!" luke called after the girl, her laughs being the only response he got.

𝜗𝜚 percy jackson

"are you sure they don't need help?" you asked percy's step father, paul, with a giggle as you two heard a clatter from the kitchen.

"knowing them, they're probably making the most extravagant pizza on the planet. one of us should probably check on them to make sure they don't blow the apartment up," paul hummed in agreement, nodding you towards the kitchen

"knowing percy, i wouldn't be surpirsed," you wink and paul laughs as you leave the living room, steadily making your way towards the kitchen

something told you to wait by the door for a bit, so you do, biting down a smile as you listen to percy and his mom.

"wait, wait, we're we supposed to preheat the oven??" percy asked and you could just feel the dead stare sally gave him

"yes, percy. i thought that was obvious."

"what if we just crank the heat super super high up-"

"no. immediately no."

"fineeeeee," percy droned, but you could hear the smile in his voice.

"so...y/n's sweet," sally started and you blushed, knowing that percy valued his mom's opinion above all else

"yeah. she's the best. oh, you should see her when she's doing something she really enjoys. her face get's all wrinkly cause she's scrunching it up but her smile is so bright, mom. and right before she's about to fall alseep, she always manages to snuggle closer to you and she twitches her nose twice before falling asleep. always twice, no more no less," percy started ranting, borderline unprompted.

your smile was impossibly large

"you seem to really like her," sally managed to get in

"i...i think i love her, mom. i don't see myself doing it with anybody else."

"doing what?"

"life."

now you were crying, huge fat tears rolling down your cheeks. but still smiling, always smiling because of that boy.

not wanting to ruin the moment, you head back to the living room, paul looking up at you slightly worried.

"they're okay."

"are you?" he whispers and you beam at him.

"better than ever. i'm a very lucky girl."

"i know that feeling," paul winks, "those jacksons, huh?"

"tell me about it."

𝜗𝜚 jason grace

"that your girl?" you hear a guy ask jason, surely nodding over at you standing in line for the pizza

jason promised you a day of just roaming new rome (im funny as shit yall) and you guys were just stopping for lunch

"yeah," jason replied with a smile, his eyes catching yours for a second before you looked away, not wanting to give away that you were listening.

"figured. you've got that lovey dovey look on your face," the guy laughs and jason laughs with him.

"well, that tends to happen when you're in love," responds jason, like this wasn't a monumental statement to make

"i gotta ask, what's it feel like? so i can know when the right girl comes around," the guy questions, suddenly serious and nearly desperate for an answer

jason's face screws up in the way that tells you he's thinking intensely about it.

"when you know, you'll know. i can't- there's this weight on my chest when i'm with her, it's heavy and suffocating but it's just how much i love her. it's all the things i would do for her, to keep her safe and to keep her happy. my soul knew she was the one from the moment we met, my mind's just playing catch up," jason rambled, the guy completely entrapped in his words.

"jesus," he muttered and jason winced, the roman demigod in him urging to correct him but swallowing it down.

"sounds like hell," the guy mutters after a few seconds and jason smirks

"oh, it is. my wallet's never been lighter and my sweaters have never disappeared at a more rapid rate. but, to have and to hold her in return? makes it all worth it."

"jase, baby, you want the one with feta, right?" you call to him from line, a proud smile on your face and what jason could have sworn were tears in your eyes

"yeah, that's good!" he called back, silently asking if you were alright with his eyes.

you wave him off and wipe at your cheeks, a totally completely unrelated thing.

you take the two flimsy paper plates and walk back to jason, mimicking a trumpet as you present his to him

he laughs, taking it from your hand and wrapping an arm around your waist, leading you away and down the street before pausing, looking down at you with a small smile

"you heard every word, didn't you?"

"i don't know what your talking about...but on an unrelated note, i think we should get married."

"right now?"

"why wait? i think my mind's catching up to my soul, don't you?"

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Sunshine follows with Sunfall P.T 2

Summary: Jason and You have had a past relationship, resulting in your daughter. After Jason goes MIA for a whole year, he finally returns to Gotham. Will the two of you rekindle your relationship, or will he end up leaving again?

Warnings: Y/N being adamant about not wanting Jason back, Gunshot, crying. Lots and lots of time skips.

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He was home.

Back in Gotham, he had probably already claimed the territory he had before he left.

He was home, and he didn't even think of seeing his daughter.

Dick had told you about how Red Hood was seen on some cameras, and Gordon brung it up because he, too, knew of Red's disappearance. Everyone did. Crime on that side of town skyrocketed, causing Tim to have to take over. Jason's anonymous donations to women and children homes never stopped, though. Unlike how he stopped paying child support.

Whatever, like you said, "Who cares?" All you should be worried about is if this red light is going to make Judith late for school or not.

Bruce Wayne is calling...

"Hello?"

"Hi, Y/N. How are you?"

"I'm good, Bruce, how are you?"

"Great, is Jude in school yet?"

"No, I'm down the road, say 'hi' baby."

"Hi Papa!"

"Hi Angel.."

"Whats up?"

"Well, I was just wondering if you could stop by after dropping off Jude."

"Yeah, I can do that."

"Perfect, see you then."

"Mhm, bye."

"Bye, Y/N, bye. Angel."

"Bye, Papa!"

Just as the phone call ended, you pulled into her school parking lot. You quickly shut off the engine to your car and hopped out so that you could help Judith from her own seat.

"Alright, mommy loves you." You told her as you crouched down to her level, giving her the opportunity to wrap her arms around your neck for a hug.

"Love you too, Mommy!" And just like that, she was off to grab a teachers hand so that she could be walked to class. You watched as her tiny body disappeared into building before walking back over to your car.

You looked at Judith's seat from the rear veiw mirror. Her leaving never made you feel good. When she first started school, she would cry because she was no longer by your side. Her fits never lasted long enough to where the school had to call you, she told you. You had told her about how you cried, too. You missed her throughout the day, never knowing what to do without her.

One day, she came home with a big smile on her face and told you that she successfully went without crying. You wouldn't tell her that you must have done all the crying for her.

Your eyes caught sight of a mother and son duo walking past, forcing you out of your thoughts. With the shake of your head, you banished any negative thoughts. You started the car back up and began the journey over to Wayne Manor, unaware of the familiar eyes that were watching you.

×

"Ahh, hello Miss L/N."

"Hello, Alfred." You sent a small smile to the man who was now grabbing for your jacket.

"Shall I retrieve Master Bruce?" He asked.

"No, it's alright." You smiled again, "is he in his office?"

"Cave." Was all Alfred muttered. Thus started your desent down an elevator and into the Batcave. The place you spent a lot of time in when you were a teenager, Bruce would allow you to sit and wait until he and Jason returned from patrol. One time, Jason returned with a sprained wrist, and in the end, he was the one comforting you. You subconsciously smiled at the thought before coming back to your senses. No, Jason is no longer that lovesick little teenager. He is a man who abandoned his child.

"Ah, Y/N." Bruce's voice rang. You looked up, and the elevator doors were open, revealing the large cave. You sent the man a nod and walked over to his side. "Bruce."

He only lifted his arm as a way to offer the chair that he was standing next to. You sighed as you sat down and looked up at the computer in front of you...security camera footage? Ah shit.

"I know dick has already told you, but I just wanted you to see for yourself." Bruce muttered out, clicking play on the video. Low and behold Red Hood was spotted on it, holding a man by his bicep and dragging him somewhere. "I was thin-"

"Bruce, I dont care." You interrupted him. "It's better if Judith and I just forget him."

"Don't you want to know why he left?" Bruce spoke softly.

You wanted to yell out yes! Yes, you do want to know why he left! Why didn't your family work out!

"No."

×

"Hey, sweetheart!"

"Hi, Mommy!"

You greeted Judith with a smile, watching her as she ran down the steps to her school

"How was your day?" You asked, staring down at her as she hugged your legs.

"Good, I held a turtle!" She beamed.

"A turtle?" You questioned.

Judith let out a giggle before responding, "Turbo, he's Mrs. Thomson's turtle!"

"Sounds cool." You responded as you picked her up and started walking over to your car.

"Uncle Tim brought me BatBurger!"

"Oh, did he now?" You know he did. He texted you yesterday asking if he could.

Judith excitedly kicked her legs."Yeah!"

You opened up the backseat of the car, setting Judith down in her booster seat, watching as she clipped it like she was supposed to.

"Who did you get in your meal?" You asked, referring to the toys that they sell along with the kid's meals.

"Red Hood!"

Your smile fell and you swallowed thickly. Why is he suddenly everywhere?

×

You and Judith walked through the isles. Well, you walked. She was in the shopping cart.

"What do you want for dinner, baby?" You asked, looking directly at her as her wide eyes darted around the shelves.

"Sandwich." Was all she mumbled.

"Okay...what kind of Sandwich?" You questioned.

Judith shrugged her shoulders, "A Sandwich."

"Well, do you want Turkey, Ham, Chicken, Bologna, PB&J?" You named a few options for her.

"Cherry"

"You want a cherry sandwich?"

Judith only nodded her head. The two of you continued to look around, even trying to see if you could find cherry Jelly.

Eventually, the two of you gathered everything and went to take your leave. On your way to the parking lot, you could hear yelling. It's Gotham. There is always yelling, so you decided that it was best if you just ignored it by putting your groceries into the car. Just as the last bag went in, you heard a gunshot, causing you to shield Judith's body between you and the car. You looked over to where the noise came from, and instantly, you spotted a familiar physique that was clad in all black and a cropped brown leather jacket. You watched as he turned around, his masked face now looking at you. Judith moved from behind you and held your legs, looking up at you to see if you were okay.

"Judith, get in the car." You quickly told her as the man started walking towards you. You followed right behind her small body and frantically helped her into her seat before you hopped into the front seat and started the car, driving off before Jason could reach you.

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If I remember correctly, my kindergarten teacher (Mrs. Thompson) had a turtle in our class named Turbo...or was it Sheldon?

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Territorial.

The click of Billy’s lighter is enough to make your head turn from the record player and when your eyes meet his he flashes you that signature grin with a cigarette clenched between his teeth and the flame hovering dangerously close in front of it.

“Try and blow it out of the window this time,” you say with an unimpressed expression, “my cushions stunk for days.”

“I will baby,” he nods, sliding your window up and pulling your stool over so he can perch next to the opening.

He lights his cigarette before proceeding to smoke it sensibly this time, ensuring he dips his head out of the window for every exhale he makes, and you turn back to the pile of vinyl you were sifting through to try and find the next song you wanted.

“So how’s your wannabe boyfriend?” Billy asks, finally shutting out the cold from the window and walking over to join you on the carpeted floor, “he still trying to steal my girl?”

You roll your eyes at him and shake your head from side to side with a scoff, “he’s honestly such a dick. If he knew the real you, he wouldn’t dare say some of the shit he does to me.”

Billy sits up to attention with a deep frown etched across his forehead, “what do you mean? What’s he been saying?”

You shouldn’t have said those words, Billy certainly wasn’t going to let this go now you’d let slip Jason was saying stuff to you that was out of line. It was baffling really, you had no idea why he suddenly had such an interest in you, especially as he’d been well informed by others about who your boyfriend was, and exactly what he was capable of. It made you uncomfortable every time he interacted with you, your mind immediately thinking of what the consequences could be if Billy ever found out what he said.

“It’s nothing, honestly,” you sigh with a tender smile, “please don’t worry. I can handle it.”

“I’m not having some stupid mommy’s boy saying shit to my girlfriend!” he states, getting up off of the floor and clenching his fists.

You jump up as well and wrap your arms around him tightly, “Billy,” you say softly, “calm down… please.”

His tense body unravels slowly under your touch until eventually he’s returned your embrace and is leaning his head against yours lovingly. It was a difficult balance sometimes when it came to Billy and just how much you could share with him; you never wanted there to be secrets but sometimes not revealing every detail, especially when it came to Jason’s advances, was for the best. You’d definitely seen an improvement in how he handled his temper since dating you, but you certainly didn’t want anything to push his boundaries.

“How do you do that?” he asks after a few moments of silence.

“Do what?”

He lifts his head from you and smiles when you meet his gaze, “make me feel as though the world isn’t such a shitty place?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” you grin.

He leans down and presses his lips to yours, deepening the kiss within seconds as his fingers dig into your waist and pull your hips against his, and you respond by running your hands up his chest and weaving your digits into his hair with a delighted moan. The two of you manage to make your way to the bed blindly and bounce down onto the covers just as the doorbell rings.

“Ignore it,” Billy pants between kisses to your neck.

You hum in agreement as his hands wander around your body while he pushes you onto your back, then the door goes again; twice in quick succession.

Your body tenses under Billy and he feels you still, “leave it.”

“Yeah,” you sigh, closing your eyes again to get lost in the feel of your boyfriend all over you.

Once more the moment is broken by the bell, and you throw your arms onto the bed in defeat as Billy growls in the direction of the front door.

“I’ll get rid of them,” you chuckle as he slicks his hair back with a frustrated exhale.

“Be quick baby,” he winks, unzipping his jeans.

Your teeth sink into your bottom lip at the sight and you have to tear yourself away to answer the persistent person on the other side of your door. It rings once more just as you’re approaching and you roll your eyes again, “I’m coming!” you call out.

A gust of wind hits you as you open it up then you do a double take when you see the familiar face you had just been talking about mere moments earlier.

“Jason?” you question as your brow knits together in confusion.

“The one and only,” he smiles, leaning up against the door frame.

“What brings you here then?” you ask as you pull the door against your body to limit the view inside.

He looks down at his shoes then back up again with a shrug almost timidly, “I was in the area and thought I’d stop by to see if you wanted to come out for a ride.”

“I’m kinda busy tonight actually.”

“Sure I can’t persuade you… just for an hour?”

“I’m sure. Thanks for the offer though.”

You smile at him as politely as you can before going to shut the door, but before it clicks into place he shoves a foot in the gap and it comes to an abrupt halt at his trainer that makes your body jolt in shock, “what are you doing Jason?” you frown, looking up into his face that had now turned from civil to angry within seconds.

“Can you just give me five minutes of your precious time? That is literally all I want. Just…” he sighs in a frustrated manner and pinches the bridge of his nose as he briefly closes his eyes, “just five god damn minutes?”

“Jason, I-”

“You’ve got a boyfriend, I know, whatever,” he says with a dismissive wave of his hand, “I could not care less about Billy fucking Hargrove,” he continues, shoving a shoulder against the door and pushing you back a little, “all I care about is-”

Loud footsteps approach from behind you and the door is ripped out of your hands by Billy so that Jason almost falls inside the house, “I really think you should care about Billy fucking Hargrove,” he says, watching Jason straighten up in fear.

“I had no idea you were here… I wouldn’t have-”

“Wouldn’t have come to hit on my girlfriend? Wouldn’t have come to try and get her into your car so you could have your way with her…? What Jason? What would you not have done, huh?” Billy challenges as you take a couple of steps back just in case.

“I… uh…” he stutters.

“Because I think it’s just a little fucked up that someone like you would think they even had a shot with someone like (Y/N). She wants a real man, not some snob who lives off of the bank of mom and dad and fucks everything that has a pulse.”

Jason stumbles back into the wall then quickly glances to the side to see how far he was from the doorway before making a run for it with Billy hot on his heels, “your cards are marked Jason!” he shouts after him, “if you talk to her one more time I will end you!”

Billy spits on the ground as he stops, then turns around and makes his way back to where you wait for him, your arms opening up as soon as he reaches you, and he kicks the door shut behind him.

“That was eventful…” you mutter against his shoulder as his hands grip your clothes.

“Who the fuck does that kid think he is? Seriously. I could have-”

“Shh,” you soothe, leaning away and placing your hands on his cheeks gently, “I know exactly what you could have done, but I’m glad you didn’t. We’ve got unfinished business in the bedroom to attend to, and that would have delayed it even more…”

The anger in Billy’s face soon dissipates at your words and deep frown he had lifts to be replaced by a smug smirk instead, “better not waste any more time then baby, come on,” he says with a smack of your bum.

Request: So I have a request and it is something along the lines of reader and Billy are over at her place and Jason knocks at the door but when reader try's to shut the door Jason attempts to come in but doesn't realize that Billy is there? I don't really know how to put it into words

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargove imagine #stranger things x reader #stranger things fic #stranger things imagine #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove fluff

[pantiesandpamperssissypart2]

"It's not okay, you know that, right?"

Jason was startled as he stared at his laptop in the living room. His wife Amber had just come from the basement. "I saw you post some stupid meme on your fucking Tumblr. About how you wear diapers and it's okay. It's not. You're not so fucking gone that you think that, are you?"

He sat there silently. Occasionally, ever since he had confessed his love for diapers and shown her his Tumblr and explained this is who he really was, she would have these little outbursts about his desires. Usually she just wanted to blow off steam. She had said she would never ever participate in his desires and had also cut him off from all sex or intimacy. But she'd said he could do what he wanted and she'd of course keep his secret. "Not like I want others knowing I married a diaper freak!" So he kept posting on Tumblr where he was anonymous and sometimes when she was at work and he was working from home he'd get out his stash and wear. And now he'd seen a cute meme and posted it to let others like him know he wore and it was okay!

But instead of leaving Amber kept standing there. And now she sat on the couch.

"It's revolting, is what it is. It's hard to believe a Stanford grad is so stupid he doesn't realize that. You gave up sex with your wife to wear a toilet around your waist. No, sorry. A sewer around your waist. And not only that, you do it not because it's a medical necessity, which would be gross enough but hey it happens to old folks in nursing homes, I suppose, but it's the sole source of your sexual pleasure. Like when you hear those words said aloud to you by a woman, it doesn't register that it's not okay that you wear diapers?"

Jason tried blurting something out but nothing came. He was kind of scared, she'd never acted like this since his revelation. Now she burst out laughing. "God. I can just picture you sitting here. Typing to your little friends, seeing some dumb photoshop that some imbecile put together in 3 seconds and you repost it as if it's as deep and meaningful as Martin Luther King Junior talking in Washington. You. Wear. Diapers. You shit and piss in diapers because it makes your pathetic excuse for a cock hard. And you think that's a-okay in today's society. You thought I would somehow, what, want to be your mommy. My god."

Was this ending soon? He hoped it did.

"So, I kind of changed my mind. Since you apparently think it's okay and you want to share that, I've done that. Figure everyone will know I'm not at fault and will feel bad for me. So I got over my fear of everyone knowing who I'd married. Now they'll know who I ditched. A diaper freak."

His jaw dropped.

"Yeah. All those pics on your laptop, few days ago I downloaded them to an external drive for safekeeping. Was never going to do anything with them but after seeing this idiotic post of yours where you apparently want everyone to know you're a Pampers-wearing pansy, well, guess what. I just sent them to your family. And mine. And your work. And friends. And everyone on that 10-year high school reunion facebook page of yours. Told them you revealed this to me and are loud and proud and want to be seen in your diapers and you think it's okay and they should too. Also, I'd like you out of here tonight. Like, 10 minutes ago but 10 minutes from now works too. Time for diaperboy to be who he is!"

Jason still hadn't moved. Still hadn't said a word. That's when his phone started blowing up. Just like his life.

[thebiggerbear]

Jason Teague x Reader - Prompt Response - "Sleep. I'll keep you safe."

Summary: Jason has just helped you escape the clutches of his nefarious mother. Where will you go from here now that you know the truth?

Pairing: Jason Teague x Female!Reader

A/N: Prompt from @thelonelyempath. I wanted to dabble in the darker side of Jason's arc in the show and the mention of the stones, Lana, and his mom. There's such a clear line cut of when he turns from being a character that has your sympathies who is striving hard for some redemption we don't yet understand into being revealed as a calculating murderer who has severe mommy issues (I say that with love of course). The original ending was going to be much darker but I'll admit, once I got to it, I just couldn't do it. To Jason or Y/N. So I apologize if this has the feeling of crawling up to the dark edge to peek over it but then a backing off. Hope it's still okay, though.

A huge thank you to my beta Em for her services. You rock, girl!

Warnings: mentions of gun, implied violence, mentions of kidnapping, mentions of injuries, mentions of possible murder scenarios, mentions of infidelity

Word Count: 4761

Jason Taglist: @heartlessdelusions; @nancymcl

"Sleep. I'll keep you safe."

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Jason unlocked the motel room door and urged you in first as he glanced around, making sure no one else was around. Once you were in, he flipped the light on and moved towards the windows to draw the curtains closed. You remained where he left you, frozen in shock, and dripping on the cheap and questionable-looking carpet.

Both of you were soaked through. You’d gotten caught in the storm when Jason had freed you from captivity, hence beginning the run for your life. Thunder cracked above, causing the motel to shake, and you jumped slightly. You’d been hearing thunder for the last half hour, running in the downpour as lightning ripped through the skies overhead once Jason dumped the car he’d been driving. It was too risky to keep especially since he’d likely stolen it just for this mission alone, thus he’d simply grabbed a bag out of the trunk, tossed it over his shoulder, took your hand, and threw the keys out into the surrounding grass. Ever since, you’d been on the run, Jason leading you to the next town over. When you were both exhausted, Jason had decided on this motel, paid cash for a room, and now you were here. Alone. At any second, you could be taken away again since a certain someone wanted you out of the way and you had a figurative price on your head. Something told you that if you were taken again, this time it would be ensured that you wouldn’t actually survive it. They didn’t want to keep you tied to a chair or temporarily removed from the board — it was clear that they wanted you gone completely. 

You watched Jason move around to further secure the place and, the shock wearing off, you slowly brought yourself to sit down on the edge of one of the beds, not caring that you were probably soaking through the bedspread. You stared into space as flashes of memories began to assault you. You hadn’t been physically tortured, but the things you were told, the things you’d been shown…well, all of that, you’d rather forget. 

You heard a click that made your eyes snap up in Jason’s direction, seeing him checking his gun. That was something new, Jason not only being armed but also apparently being an expert marksman, something he’d proven when coldly and efficiently dispatching your guards. You highly doubted that either of them would ever walk properly again, and it was just one of the many new things you’d learned about your boyfriend these past three days; never in a million years would you have ever thought him capable of wielding a gun. You’d been dating him for six months and it turned out you never really knew him — the real him. Sure, you knew his name was Jason Teague, but you didn’t know just what kinds of things actually came with that name. And to think, you thought the Luthors were soulless, dysfunctional, greedy monsters. 

You stared ahead at the dresser. In a small voice, you stated, “I should call Clark, let him know I’m safe. The Kents can call my parents and let them know I’m okay. Or I can call Lana…if you want.”

Jason stopped what he was doing and his gaze landed on you. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw his jaw clench and his lips press together. Truthfully, you were surprised he had even bothered rescuing you since it turned out you weren’t the only Smallville native he had been dating. How he managed to pull that one off you couldn’t be sure. Then again, he had managed to keep this side of himself under wraps up until three days ago when all the while, you’d never been the wiser. You were in love and happy, only seeing what he wanted you to see — how could he not be successful at keeping the fact that he was seeing one of your best friends hidden from you, too?

“You can’t,” Jason answered, his tone icy. “It’s too risky right now.”

You managed a slow nod, your eyes never lifting from the dresser. You’d expected as much and honestly, you didn’t want to drag your parents, the Kents, Clark, or anyone else into this mess. You refused to put them in danger; you’d die first, something that was likely going to happen soon anyway. It was probably better for them not to know the truth about what was going to happen to you. Lana… Well, Lana was already caught up in this whether she knew it or not. You just hoped she had a better chance than you did and that she got out of this. And you really hoped that if she found out the truth about Jason (and you really wanted her to) that she would be stronger than you to get past the pain of his betrayal and get as far away from him as she could. He was a walking death sentence and even though she had unknowingly participated in your heartbreak, you didn’t want that for her at all.

Jason crouched down in front of you but you refused to meet his eyes, instead looking down at your lap. “Let’s see those cuts.” You were numb when he pulled your hands to him and studied the indentations and burns the ropes had made on your wrists. He glanced up at you but you kept your gaze on your injuries. “They’re not as bad as I thought they’d be but they should still be cleaned.” He reached over to his bag and pulled out a first aid kit. You watched in confusion as he proceeded to clean your wounds and then bandage them with great care. If you didn’t know any better, you would almost think the old Jason, the Jason who’d come into the coffee shop you worked at every summer day to flirt with you until you agreed to a date, was starting to show through. But you did know better, and you knew that he was a far better actor than you’d ever given him credit for. 

When he was done, he tenderly rubbed a thumb over one of the bandages. “There,” he murmured. This time, when he lifted his eyes to yours, you didn’t avoid his gaze. You tried to see the man you once knew who had actually held you as you cried when your divorced parents’ bickering and dramatics ruined your 18th birthday dinner; you had already been nervous-yet-excited beforehand because you were announcing that you and Jason were going to travel to Europe for two weeks. You’d always wanted to go, but it seemed to be only a dream — one that was out of your reach until Jason surprised you with two tickets to London as a birthday gift. The trip ended up being canceled later anyway because Jason suddenly had to fly to Paris on an urgent business matter for his mother, something that she was going to pay him for. He needed the money since his father had cut him off and he was starting at CKU in the fall. You’d offered to go with him, but he said he wouldn’t have any time for sightseeing, promising he’d call you often and bring you back some French souvenirs, swearing he’d pick out the best spots for you two to return to at a later date. He’d kissed you goodbye and gave you that brilliant smile of his, waving as he moved further into the airport. He ended up staying in Paris for weeks and when he came back, he seemed distant and a little busier, but you chalked it up to him starting classes and his new job right away. Now, obviously, you knew that that wasn’t the case, but as you stared into his jade-colored eyes, you didn’t see a trace of the Jason you’d met before that trip to Paris. He had never really existed, had he?

The real Jason, the one you’d come to know now, cupped your chin and studied your face from all angles. “We’ve been so busy running that I haven’t really had a chance to look you over. Did they hurt you?”

“Not physically.”

Jason’s eyes snapped to yours. “What does that—”

You got to your feet, the action knocking his hand away, and you moved towards the table he’d left the gun on. You stopped right before it and stared down at the weapon, almost as if it was mocking you by being there. 

“Y/N.” You heard the familiar soft call of your voice and you briefly closed your eyes. If only you had never met him… Gentle hands landed on your shoulders and turned you around to face him, seeing the cold aloofness from before had all but vanished. “I need you to tell me. What did they—”

You decided you were done holding back. You’d been through hell the past few days, you were exhausted and depleted of any energy or motivation for anything else, and who knew how long you had? “You never really loved me, did you?”

His eyes widened. “What? Of course I love you, Y/N. I’m here, aren’t I? I went and got you out of there. I—”

“I wouldn’t have been there if it wasn’t for you.”

Jason’s face fell, appearing as if you’d slapped him, and then his expression hardened. “What did my mother say to you?”

Your gaze remained on him. “She told me everything.” You watched as that realization played over his features and his jaw tightened. “So, yeah, I know about the stones, you and Lana…” His eyes appeared to be slightly glassy (or maybe it was the lighting from the lamp behind you) as he cocked his head a little, looking at you, yet he didn’t even try to deny it. How could he? It was nothing but the truth, and worse, his mother had been the one to tell you that truth; how was that for irony? “When you canceled our trip, when you didn’t want me to go to Paris with you, how distracted you were when you came back, how busy you were — it really explains everything, doesn’t it?” His gaze softened slightly and he briefly hung his head. “I was just too stupid to see it.”

His head snapped up. “No,” he insisted, laying a hand on your cheek. “You weren’t stupid. I was. I should have let you go the moment I met Lana in Paris.”

Even though you thought your heart couldn’t break any more than it already had these past three days, it turned out you were wrong. Your eyes began to sting as tears built up in the corners. While you already knew of his two-timing, you didn’t think he’d come right out and just say it, and in such a blase manner to boot. And how easily you would have been tossed aside, as if you’d meant nothing…that hurt.

A hurt that mirrored your own flickered across his face as he gently cupped yours. “But I didn’t want to.”

“Why?” You choked out.

“Because you mean the world to me,” he murmured, placing his forehead against yours. “Because you’re what I want and I was too selfish to give you up.” He ran his nose along yours just like he used to and you involuntarily shivered. “I love you, Y/N. Always have.” His eyes dropped to your lips and when he leaned in, you pulled away and stepped closer to the table. 

“No, you don’t. If you did, you never would have put me in danger or let me become mixed up in all of this while you pursued one of my best friends behind my back. You would have just left me alone in that coffee shop,” you gritted out, a tear slipping down your cheek that you quickly wiped away. “What was the point of it all, Jason? Was I just some distraction for you that you could drop at a moment’s notice when your mother called? And Lana,” You scoffed and wiped away another tear. “It would be one thing if you actually loved her, but you’re just using her to get the stones. You’re doing the same thing to her that you did to me. You used both of us! And for what? Some ancient stones that your mother believes are supposed to give her some sort of power? So that you make Mommy Dearest happy and can go back into the unhealthy Teague fold? What’s the motivation here?”

He swallowed compulsively as you laid bare his transgressions, yet his eyes never left your face. “I never used you.”

You huffed out a laugh of disbelief. “That’s it? That’s all you have to say?”

His jaw tensed but he stayed silent.

You slowly nodded and after a moment, your eyes trailed to the gun on the table between you. “So when do you use that on me? When your mother tells you to, or when you’re finally done with me?”

You heard a tiny choked sound and you glanced up to find Jason staring at you in horror. He rushed over to you, causing you to stiffen, and he gripped your face as he searched your eyes. “I would never hurt you!” Too late on that count. He watched as another tear rolled down your cheek and his expression softened. “Y/N, I need you to listen to me,” he entreated softly, wiping away the tear with his thumb. “You were never supposed to know about any of this. I kept you at a distance when I came back because I didn’t want you becoming mixed up in this. My mother, she promised she’d leave you alone if I just…” He took a deep breath to compose himself. “I’ve done things I’m not proud of. I never wanted you to see this side of me. Ever. My plan was just to get her what she wanted, this last thing, and then I’d be free to come back here, be with you, and start over, live my life, but…” He shook his head. “I guess that’s all a moot point now, isn’t it?” A tiny smile played upon his lips, devoid of any mirth, as he let you go and turned his back to you, running a hand down his face.

You glanced once more at the gun, wondering if you should try to grab it but you weren’t sure if you were fast enough. And if you did get the gun, what then? Would you really be able to use it against him, to pull the trigger?

“If you want to walk out that door, I won’t stop you.” Your gaze snapped up to Jason’s back. “Just promise me you’ll take it with you.” You briefly flicked your eyes to the gun once more. “It’s fully loaded. And there’s plenty of cash in the bag. Take it all with you, run as far as you can until you can get safe, stay off the grid, and I’ll do everything I can to keep her from going after you. I’ll distract her with the stones, lie and say I killed you so she’s satisfied, whatever it takes.” 

Your eyes widened at his words. Run? You didn’t know how to run or stay off the grid. Maybe you’d seen something like it in a movie once, but that was fiction, not reality. Did he really think Genevieve Teague would believe his lie about you? Granted, he was good at lying as you now knew but he wouldn’t be able to fool her. Unless she was right in what she had told you, that you never really mattered to Jason in the first place, so it wasn’t too far-fetched for her to believe that you’d be so easily disposed of without a second thought by her son. “And how long is that supposed to buy me, Jason?” 

“There’s enough money in there for you to start over, to get a new life. You could go anywhere in the world you want. Canada, Cape Town, Tokyo, England.” At that, your eyes burned once more but you huffed out a breath of disbelief. “Anywhere you want to go.”

“And my parents?” You bit out. “My life? Graduating high school at the very least?”

“You making it out of this alive is more important than any of that.” Jason let out a sad sigh. “It’s my fault you’re in this now, that you’re in danger, but I promise I never wanted this for you. I never wanted to hurt you. I’m sorry, I really am.” He turned his head slightly back towards you. “I do love you, Y/N. I always have. I hope you believe me when I tell you that I always wanted to come back and have things be like the way they used to be. I miss those days more than you know,” he ended in a whisper.

“You can’t go back,” you whispered back.

You saw his shoulders drop slightly and he nodded. “I know.” His tone sounded defeated. “And that’s why you should go. But before you do, I need you to know one thing.” 

You waited for him to say whatever he was planning on saying.

“You were never a distraction. That trip to Europe we were planning, those nights under the stars, everything we talked about, us…that was the real deal.”

Your lip wobbled and you bit down into it, trying to keep the tears at bay as a memory resurfaced of you and Jason lying on the hood of his car under the clear night sky. He showed you where all of the constellations were (initially, you only knew where the Big and Little Dippers were), and you’d both spoken about each of your dreams for your lives. After you’d excitedly pointed out a shooting star, he’d told you to close your eyes and make a wish. You did and that was when he kissed you for the first time. He’d breathlessly asked you about your wish afterwards and you’d smiled right at him, saying it came true. He’d given you that bright smile of his in return and leaned in to kiss you again, murmuring, “Mine too.”

Another memory shook loose of a night you’d stayed with him. He had been staying at a local B&B over the summer before his trip to Paris. When you two began to get serious, you’d taken to spending more time with him there, even sneaking out a time or two to stay the night unbeknownst to your parents. Nothing ever happened between you during that time but he would hold you and you both would laugh and talk and just enjoy being together. One such night, you’d fallen asleep but you had a nightmare. Someone was chasing you and you were running for your life. You ran into Jason telling him that you both needed to run, but he didn’t seem to understand the danger you both were in. He seemed distracted and looking elsewhere, not at you or where you were pointing. It wasn’t long until this unidentifiable assailant caught up to you and at the last second, Jason stepped in front of you, telling you to run right before he was killed in front of you. You’d woken with a loud gasp, your scream caught in your throat, and shot right up in bed. 

Jason had immediately awoken and was trying to calm you down, to get you to breathe as he tenderly rubbed your back, and he kept telling you it was just a nightmare. You didn’t tell him what the dream entailed but you’d thrown your arms around his neck and held him close as he attempted to comfort you. Eventually, he’d laid you both back down, his hand gently running through your hair as you kept your head on his chest, your ear positioned perfectly over his beating heart to reassure yourself. 

“It was just a dream, sweetheart,” he had hummed against your forehead. “I’m right here and you’re okay.” Hearing his soothing words and heartbeat, feeling the tender caresses of his hand up and down your back, you did start to drift back off, hoping against hope the nightmare didn’t continue. You weren’t sure how you’d endure a world without Jason in it, even just a dream world. Just before you’d fallen back into slumber, you’d heard him murmur sleepily to you, “Sleep. I’ll keep you safe.” You’d smiled and whispered that you loved him which caused him to smile as well and whisper the sentiment back to you. And he had — kept you safe, that is.   

And now here you were, considering taking the gun and running for your life like you had in that nightmare, though this time was real and you would now also be running from his mother, from him. How had things gone so terribly wrong in only a few months’ time? 

Another tear slipped down your cheek but this time, you didn’t wipe it away. “It was for me, too,” you admitted in a whisper.

Jason slowly turned back to you and you could see a recent tear track on his own cheek. “This was never supposed to happen,” he said softly. He drifted towards you and perhaps you were so caught up in memories that you didn’t back away or even tense up. Instead, when he laid a hand against your cheek, you leaned into it. Despite everything he’d said and done, despite how much he hurt you and your life had become a casualty due to his choices in his mother’s obsessive quest for a particular set of artifacts, your heart still yearned for him. When he moved even closer, leaning in to kiss you, you welcomed it. When more memories began to wash over you, of everything you had lost and would lose, you threw your arms around him and kissed him more passionately, tears rolling down your cheeks. Gone were the plans of you attending CKU with him; gone were the plans of you two moving in together, spending the holidays with your family, and traveling abroad to see all of the places you both wanted to see; gone was the future Jason had talked about wanting to have with you eventually down the road — all of it was just gone in a single moment of Genevieve Teague revealing who her son really was and just how much control she had over him. You supposed you hadn’t really had time to properly mourn the end of those dreams, of your relationship, everything you believed it had been — it only made sense to kiss it goodbye. Literally.

When you both broke apart for air, he laid his forehead against yours and closed his eyes. “I don’t want to let you go,” he whispered.

“Then don’t.”

His eyes snapped open in surprise. Truthfully, your words surprised even you. He lifted his head and looked down at you, his brows furrowing and his face lining with a mix of suspicion and confusion. Still, his green gaze lit with a dim gleam of hope. 

“You don’t have to be this person anymore. You can give it all up and walk away. You said yourself that there’s more than enough money in that bag to start over somewhere new.” He went to say something when you framed his face with your hands, gazing up at him as earnestly as you could. “So do it. Make a different choice.”

He stared into your eyes. “Y/N,” he murmured. “I don’t know if I—”

His cell phone began to ring on the table, near the gun. You both turned to glance at it before turning back to each other. You silently pleaded with him to do as you’d suggested. He had made it sound so easy, that you could walk out that door and start all over — if it was that easy, why couldn’t he do the same? Your heart sank when he gently removed your hands from his face and began to move towards the table.

You swallowed the lump that had lodged itself in your throat and though your eyes burned with new tears, they didn’t fall. He watched you as he approached the ringing phone and picked it up in his hand. You felt numb as you took a step forward and picked up the bag, slinging it over your shoulder. It was clear that he wasn’t going to make a different choice, and it was clear that you were also screwed and needed to run like he’d told you. If his mother was calling him, then that meant she already knew he had helped you escape and she could be on her way right this second, or worse, right outside the door. You picked up the gun and you hated how it felt in your hands. It was heavy, sure, but also light enough that you could easily lift it and fit your finger inside the trigger handle at a moment’s notice. You’d never shot a gun before so you probably wouldn’t hit whatever or whoever you targeted, but at least you’d be able to wield it to an extent.

The next thing you knew, Jason hurled the ringing phone at the wall, making you jump as it loudly cracked into two pieces.

You turned wide eyes on him but he quickly approached you, his jaw clenched. For a moment, you wondered if you’d actually have to try to use the weapon in your hand to try to defend yourself, though you didn’t know if you had it in you to hurt him. Sure, you’d fight to survive, but your traitorous heart still loved him. Luckily, you were spared from having to make that decision when he snatched it out of your hand (which did make you a bit nervous at first) and cupped your face, his green eyes staring into yours, that slight hope from earlier now a blazing inferno mixed with determination. “A different choice,” he whispered, almost as if he was sounding out the words for the first time. After a moment, he gave you a slow nod, put the gun away, and leaned in to brush his lips against yours. “Let’s do it.”

“Really? You’re sure?” You breathed, your heart starting to lighten inside your chest.

A tender smile stretched across his face and he kissed you again. “Yeah,” he murmured. “Yeah, I’m sure.” He kissed you one more time and took your hand, leading you to the door.

You stopped in your tracks, though, when a thought hit you. “My parents…”

“Let me get us out of here and we’ll decide what to do about letting them know you’re okay without tipping off my mother.”

You nodded, still beyond surprised that he had actually listened to you considering how tightly his mother seemed to have control over him. “Jason, are you really sure? Won’t your mother be even more upset if you leave and don’t help her with the stones? And what about Lana? I don’t want her to get—”

He laid a gentle finger on your lips and kissed your nose. “Like I said, let me get us out of here first. We’ll handle everything else after. Okay?” At your nod, he smiled again, stroking your cheek with his thumb. “If you could go anywhere in the world today, where would you go?”

You nearly smiled at the familiar question — it was similar to the one he’d once asked you, beaming right before he’d pulled out the two tickets to London from behind his back, making your eyes widen and you practically squeal with glee before launching yourself at him and pressing kisses all over his face, making him laugh. You could see his eyes soften slightly as you realized he was reliving the same memory.

This time, you gave it some thought before answering, “Iceland.”

“Iceland?” He asked, sounding pleasantly surprised. 

You nodded. “It’s supposed to be beautiful there. I’ve seen pictures and I’ve always wanted to go. Plus, it never gets fully dark there.”

He tenderly stroked your chin with his thumb. “And we could see the Northern lights when it does,” he murmured.

“We’d never be fully in the dark, there’d always be light.” You pressed your lips together and stared up at him meaningfully. “I like the sound of that.”

He ran his hand gently over your hair and his affectionate smile grew as he nodded. “Then Iceland it is.”

#jason teague x reader #jason teague x female reader #jason teague x you #jason teague x y/n #smallville fanfiction #jason teague #smallville #prompt response #smallville fandom #jason teague fanfiction #jensen ackles #jensen ackles character #thebiggerbear

[britcision]

Okay so we’ve all heard “Jason falls in love with Jazz the second he learns she could take his head off”

Let me raise you:

The relationship is going well. One secret or another has been outed, and yeah, maybe they both know they’re a little too combat ready to both be civilians

Jazz of all people knows the law is a crock of shit, especially in Gotham, so learning he’s Red Hood isn’t a big deal

He’s making Crime Alley safe for kids, and Jazz is also not against putting people in the Ghost Zone, one way or another

(She’s seen Arkham’s worst, and knows what even they won’t touch about the Alley)

Him being Red Hood is fine

Her being big sister to a superhero and his backup? Also fine

Jason’s glad she wasn’t fighting directly but way less impressed to hear it was her younger brother

Jazz shares this impression with such vehemence Jason can’t help falling in love with her all over again

(He’s still never gonna tell her what he did to try and make Timmy quit the hero game, nope, no matter how much she tells him the Pit isn’t him)

But no

The big moment?

The biggest reveal?

Isn’t that said little brother is King of the Dead

The big reveal is when she learns he was Robin number two

The Robin the Joker murdered

And Jazz’s met most of the family long before this revelation, meeting the family is smallest possible potatoes and maybe no one expected her to work it out

Alfred thinks she’s an angel, Dick is crowing about not being the only one chasing redheads, Bruce is completely secretly over the moon that Jason introduced him to his girlfriend at all

Damien considers her “adequate” and she sneaks him illegal treats for Bat Cow

So fucking no one is prepared for Jasmine Fenton to storm Wayne Manor with a ghost bazooka and demand absolutely everyone book themselves in for therapy

Any of the bats who thought Jason could be passive aggressive and sarcastic with Bruce learn extremely quickly that badass she may be, good shot she ain’t and to run when she’s in a mood

Bonus points if one of the bats is somehow confused and tries the summoning card she left them “for emergencies” and the King of the Infinite Realms shows up and just tells them they’re fucked now

Wait I lied the worst part is when she puts the weapons down and pulls out the terror of the forgotten realms, the scourge of Amity, the worst weapon of all

Her disappointed mom voice

Any bats that think they don’t have mommy issues promptly develop them when Jazz says she’s not mad, just disappointed

#dp x dc crossover #dp x dc prompt #dc x dp #jazzson

[dinodinodin0]

pillowcolorsstuff hello could you do another one of mommy!chrissy and daddy! eddie where they are at school at lunchtime and mommy!chrissy and the little one are sitting together with their friends and jason is with the little reader on his lap playing like her because he found out about her age regression only eddie doesn't like jason and he and the boys from club hellfire are staring at them until eddie gets up and goes to grab jason's little arm (the other one you made is perfect as always thank you so much <3).

Oh my goodness. I am so in love with mommy! Chrissy that makes my little bi heart flutter <3

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You were sitting at the joint jock and cheerleader table,sitting next to your mommy and bouncing on Jason's lap.

Jason played with you on his lap, bouncing you and playing peak-a-boo with you, each time he revealed his eyes you giggled. Chrissy cooed at you, watching you and adoring you.

"do you want your juice again little baby?" Jason asks, grabbing your juice from Chrissy.

"mhm" you babbled, opening your mouth for the straw to reach you.

Eddie watches you along with the rest of Hellfire, seething watching you and Chrissy even interact with Jason, much less Jason bouncing you on his lap. How dare he.

"dude. Who does he think he is?" Dustin added, staring at Chrissy twirling your hair in her fingers.

"yeah, what a fuckin' creep," added mike, a slight disgusted look on his face. Not from you, all of them were extremely accepting at you, but more at Jason using it to get closer to you.

"yeah. Fucking creep. Taking my fucking baby right in front of me like that," Eddie trailed off, already getting up out if his seat much to hellfires dismay.

He stomped over to you, calling over to Jason.

"hey dickhead! Get your own fuckin' baby." He says, grabbing your arm and pulling you away from Jason, you whine.

"you too Chris. Up." He demands, she mouths a 'sorry' to Jason and follows after you two.

He positions you on his lap sitting back at the hellfire table, Chrissy now sitting next to Eddie.

" oh my poor baby, it's okay sweetpea daddy just gets jealous sometimes," she says, kissing your cheek and petting your head.

"mine." Eddie ads soley. Still staring at Jason with you in his lap.

#eddie x y/n #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson x reader #daddy!eddie #mommy!chrissy #little!reader #eddie munson x little!reader #chrissy cunningham

[munsonsskinnyjeans]

UNGODLY

THE SC IN THIS CHAPTER INCLUDES:

!fem! reader is 18, talk of losing virginity, mentions of self masturbation, pervert Jason, hand job, penetrative sex, (fem receiving), teasing, breast play, fingering, dirty talk, hickies, corruption kink, lots of talk about religion (Christianity), mommy kink, consumption of fluids, begging, hair pulling, (cum only), degrading/praising, !DOM READER X SUB JASON! Use of the words: pervert, baby, sweetheart, sweetie, sugar.

y/n sat back next to the one and only Jason Carver she had her legs crossed so it wouldn't reveal the contents underneath her best church dress.

the blue and white floral print stopping at the middle of her knee caps and a white cardigan was neatly worn over it to show less skin almost as a sign of a respect to the man who died on the cross.

Her eyes glanced over at Jason who had his eyes closed like the rest of the people filling the wooden rows of seats.

"what are you doing?" He hissed gesturing to y/n's feet a blatant sign of disrespect to God.

"What the fuck does it look I'm doing?" She bit back folding her arms watching Jason close back his eyes his hands rested flat onto each other

"that's disrespectful y/n show some respect"

he gestured to the man on the cross that rested in-front of them behind the pastor preaching something from the cherished brown book resting on the snow colored podium.

she rolled his eyes at the comment watching his lips moving to form the words the pastor was saying,

When the prayer ended everyone opened their eyes sinking back into their seats she could feel Jason's eyes lingering on her body from the flats on her feet to the white headband resting in her hair,

he looked away shifting in his seat, he was about to speak but his mother took away the chance saying her own series of words,

"kids we have some adult time from 5-12 you should be fine at their house right with y/n"

y/n bit down slightly on her tongue thinking about the fact she would have to spend the next 8 hours alone with Jason probably being his shitty baby sitter even though they were both 18.

she wasn't happy about it but yet almost intrigued of course she had been to the carvers house but never for this long maybe she'd fine one of Jason's secrets something about how his mind worked intrigued y/n her mind forced her to think about it constantly.

she forced a pearly smile onto her face straightening her dress out and clapping her hands together down in-front of her stomach.

y/n pulled out the Bible from underneath the row showing her the pink ribbon her mother bought her that she used as a bookmark for a Bible she barely touched.

"I have the perfect chapter we can start with" y/n spoke her hands tapping on the Bible pressed into her hands.

"Isn't she an angel?" Y/n's father asked resting a hand onto her shoulder she could feel the palm squeeze down onto her shoulder shaking her lightly.

"Yes she really is I'm sure you two will have fun doing your study" his mother replied with a joyful smile eager to see how well y/n was behaved.

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Y/n laid back onto her bed she watched Jason sit back into the chair pulling out his Bible resting it onto the cotton white color of her desk spinning around in the light pink desk chair of hers his legs man spread while he tugged on the collar of his polo shirt.

Y/n held a magazine in her hands flipping threw the shiny pages delicately once again his eyes were lingering all over her body she could feel them practically burning into her skin,

she of course had changed from her church clothes into a little more something her she was glad to have brought a bag with a change of clothes so she could get out of the unbreathable itchy shit her mom forced her to wear

but she still never complained to keep her image up.

She was purposefully wearing a plaid skirt that she knew was a little to short for her it was so short that when she bent over you could see the cherry red color lace of her panties.

Jason looked up at y/n who stood up 'accidentally' knocking an object from his dresser.

his eyes trailed down to the panties now visible when she bent over the imprint of her ass flashing him ever so slightly a dry feeling in his mouth and yet he still felt like he could drool at the sight.

He had fantasies about y/n ever so crazy fantasies to say he could imagine her tits pressed against him while he fucked her into an oblivion.

he had the wet dream of pushing her up against the desk in an empty classroom imagining the feeling of her hand wrapped around his cock ever so delicately wondering how much her mouth could take of him or even the fact he wondered what her pussy would feel like.

He could imagine it'd be warm and soaked for him that she would clench around his cock so hard he would be afraid to pull out in fear of not being able to slide back in.

Jason was a virgin but it didn't stop him from jacking off, he started to simple porn like the women who flashed their perky tits in play boy magazines or he tried jerking off to the thought of them but it didn't work

nothing would get him more hard than y/n nothing  even would rile him as much as her. Just the thought of her tits or maybe even seeing what she wore underneath her best church dresses was a mystery to him a mystery that turned him on so much he would jerk off to the fantasy of it.

the thought of her short skirts that raised up almost so high sometimes you could see the lace of her underwear.

He could croak out his muffled sobs into his elbow begging for forgiveness with every stroke on his cock and every dirty thought he had of her,

he liked feeling the ribbons of cum shoot all over his chest leaving him tingling and in need of another shower.

Y/n put her Bible away into the drawer sitting on her bed she crossed her legs watching Jason's eyes trade down to the flesh onto her thighs,

"what about our Bible study?" He stammered nervously watching y/n shift a little

her nipples were visible threw the white tank top she was wearing the outline of her perky tits was driving him crazy

"I'm not doing that bull shit" y/n scoffed rolling her eyes.

"Then what are we doing?" Jason stammered

Jason could feel her straddle him on the desk chair he thought this was some sort of sick mind game his brain was playing on him "mmm baby look" she spoke her hand reaching down to palm his boner

"Tell me Jason do you ever have fantasies or thoughts like this?" She whispered into his ear hearing him let out another soft whimper for her.

"I- um it's dirty y/n what about" he pointed to the cross that hung on his wall right above his bed.

"Tell me" she grabbed the tightness in his pants feeling him let out another whine at her touch, he was so needy for more he prayed inside of his head for his sins before he managed to croak out a yes

"Jason tell me more I want to hear everything you can pray away your sins after or during I don't care" she gave him doe eyes almost like an act of innocence like she was the angel everyone had perceived her out to be but y/n was basically the complete opposite,

"w-well I-" he was croaking from the pressure of his cock throbbing inside his pants he looked down at it before looking at y/n who had her tits in her hands her nipples peeked threw the thin white fabric.

"c'mon spit it out" she huffed at him pouting her lip.

"it's only about a girl, that's all" he couldn't even look her in the eyes anymore from how ashamed he was feeling this way,

"tell me more about this girl is it Chrissy?" she watched Jason's cheek turn to a crimson red the color of her mothers roses in the garden his eyes looked away and back to her tits like he was drawn to them

"oh baby is it me is that your little crush?"

Jason bit his lip letting out a exasperated groan like he had been holding it in for decades y/n lifted his chin up so he would look up into her eyes instead of her perked nipples and the cleavage visible threw the neck line cut out of her shirt.

"y-yes" Jason answered her question feeling her hand pat him on the cheek softly with a cheeky smirk she moved her hands down to fumble with his belt hearing the metal clank against the desk chair and onto the hardness of the wooden tile floor.

her hands slipped down his khakis so gently he barely even felt it under her hands had tore off his boxers revealing how hard he truly was for her.

"god you're pathetic Jason" she huffed gripping his cock in one of her hands harshly she felt it twitch under the pressure of her hand

his hands wandered to hold onto her waist which she quickly slapped away "I didn't say you could touch me you don't do anything unless you ask" she hissed at him brushing a piece of his golden locks away from his forehead.

He could feel his body heating up with the varsity jacket still wrapped tightly around his body and with every stroke of her hand on his cock it felt like the room was shrinking

like the air was being ripped from it, like y/n was greedily consuming all of the air but he enjoyed it he liked being told what to do and how to do things it's what he had been told his entire life.

She let out a mouthful of her warm spit onto his cock he felt it cover the tip mixing with the pre-cum he had leaking from inside him he let out a whine at the warm sensation bucking his hips upwards for her to even just touch him,

she chuckled at his neediness before forming her hands around his cock sliding up and down so viciously that he gripped both sides of the chair

his head thrown back so far he felt his neck was going to be snapped in half while his body trembled ever so slightly under her sloppy touch,

"look at me" she ordered watching his head turn back to face her his eyes met hers his pupils dilated at the sight of y/n on her knees playing with his dripping cock laced with her spit this was even better than his fantasies.

She was teasing him so well to see if he would snap at her maybe get rough with her but in all truth Jason never had that kind of courage

he was a fucking pathetic virgin.

Y/n licked a stripe up his cock almost like he was a lollipop she had been dying to try, she fit his full cock into her mouth feeling her eyes prickle with tears while she bobbed her head feeling her knees start to ache against the cold floor

Jason's hands wanted to wander maybe to reach underneath her skirt or to reach out to grab those pretty tits of hers but what was more important was the fact he was about to shoot his load down her pretty throat,

"f-fuck please let me cum please" he was begging his hands banging pathetically against the arm rests of the chair so hard he was in fear he'd break it.

Y/n hummed a yes against his cock her nails digging into the moaning mess of a boys bare thigh her nails leaving soft crescent shape imprints.

She could feel the warm sensation of his salty cum being shot down her throat he watched her pull away swallowing the load from him before wiping her lips clean making sure to lick her fingers clean.

Jason was left whimpering and sensitive he was also left wanting more of her dirty touch.

"m-mommy please" he choked on his words accidentally spilling out another one of his dirty fantasies to her, yet she hadn't mind except she felt something flutter in her pussy hearing the words.

"could you get anymore needy big boy?" She whispered aloud yanking him by his jacket up out of the chair and onto his dark blue bed sheets

the ones he had just changed from grey to blue last night because he left his pathetic white ribbons all over the dark cotton.

She stripped off the rest of the clothes until he was fully exposed yet Jason didn't say anything except he was whining at her whining as a signal for her to touch him,

he watched y/n tease him by stripping off her clothes until she was only left in the cheeky red thong of her panties.

"what's my name Jason come on don't be shy" she had her hands resting so diligently on the side of his throat that he lifted his head back so she'd give him more of just the subtle touch of her fingers.

"mommy" he gulped his eyes looking into hers the light blue now covered by the darkness of his pupils that had increased inside finally seeing her true bare form sitting in-front of him.

"what do you want Jason? Do you want me to fuck you right here?"

He was so pathetic that he couldn't even let out more than a low whimper reaching out to touch her but she pinned down his hands against the mattress watching him lick his chapped lips.

"I'm gonna need more than a dirty whine baby"

"Please m-mommy fuck me!" Jason whimpered louder feeling y/n rest her hands on the abs chiseled into his torso slipping off the fabric of her thong and resting down her cunt onto his cock taking in just the tip to tease her with her flowing juices.

He gripped the bed sheets because he knew he was so eager to feel her pussy sink down on his cock but he also knew it came at a price

not only would the golden haired boy lose his virginity in perhaps the most sinful way but he would half to beg in order to get what he craved to get the type of attention and touch he needed.

She had decided she liked hearing his whimpers, she'd listen to them all day if she could because the rumbling sound of his raspy voice filled the room with lustful sin.

yet y/n was enjoying every part of breaking her "angel streak" like she was finally breaking free from the life her parents forced her to live.

"beg for me Jason I want to hear it" she let out a low moan teasing her entrance on his cock feeling her juices mix with the spit and cum leftover on his cock.

"please fuck me mommy I can't take the teasing anymore it's fucking killing me" Jason whined loudly at the girl.

the sound of his begging sent a flutter down her stomach and into her pussy just as his knuckles turning a bright white while he gripped the thin cotton fabric of his bed sheets.

Without warning y/n sank down fully onto his cock embracing all of his length inside of her dripping cunt, she started to jump up and down holding onto the flat surface of Jason's torso feeling his abs skim over the tips of her finger tips.

"Please let me touch you" Jason whined looking up at y/n's tits bouncing right in-front of him almost like he was surrounded by lust he couldn't keep himself away from he was wanting to touch every part of her.

he wanted to run his coarse hands down her body to explore her learn more about how good it felt to partake in her sin.

"touch me pretty boy come on you can do it" y/n croaked out feeling the tip of his cock reach her inner stomach filling her pussy to the brim,

she had never expected Jason to be this big in all of her fantasies she had dreamed about Jason fucking her into an oblivion finally breaking through his layer of innocence.

But this was even better hearing him beg to be touched turned her on more than anything she had ever heard it was almost just enough for her to cum.

She could feel Jason's cock twitch inside of her knowing he was close to spilling his seed.

"mommy please let me cum" he begged pathetically while his hands roamed her body squeezing her delicate breasts and skimming his fingers over her sensitive nipples.

"oh f-fuck cum for me" y/n gasped feeling her own orgasm chasing just seconds behind her.

Her eyes started to roll into the back of her head so far she could probably see her rotten brain her legs trembled like the ground in Hawkins during an earthquake

she spazzed all of her juices onto his shakey cock feeling his warm seed fill up her greedy cunt that clenched around him to take in all of his sticky embrace.

"Fuck!" He shouted hearing y/n pant slowly slipping off of his cock and leaving him coated in their juices mixing together, "Jason" she mumbled still dazed and slightly cock drunk.

She was on her stomach her back arched while she reached out slowly with her mouth to lick him clean of the juices flooded on his member licking her lips clean from the desirable taste.

Jason's hands had let go of her breasts now looking at the marks he had left from gripping them so harshly "oh god i-i'm so sorry" he gasped looking at the redness that appeared on her body.

Y/n smiled feeling her pussy accidentally skim his cock when she laid back, "don't apologize" she whispered to him her fingers playing with the edge of his golden tips, he was still out of breath.

"what am I gonna do with you pretty boy?"

#jason carver smut #jason carver x reader #stranger things #stranger things smut

[disneyanddisneyships]

@gyubby99 I wanna cause pain.

Alastor x OC fic

Alastor barged into Aponis room. A usual habit that his girlfriend had gotten used to. The only difference today was that she wasn't there.

The entire apartment was void of the butterfly demon.

So. Alastor began to snoop.

But he wouldn't call it snooping. It was just a boyfriend attempting to get to know his beloved girlfriend better.

He walked around the house, a large grin on his face and hands geld behind his figure as he walked. He was looking for somewhere he had never looked before. Somewhere he knew his beloved was hiding secrets.

He walked back into her bedroom and sat in her chair, giving up.

Until he caught a glimpse of something under her bed.

He walked over and pulled out a box from underneath. He had never seen this box before. Ever.

Aponi's cat walked over and made itself comfortable next to the radio demon.

He raised an eyebrow and opened the lid of the box, revealing photos and a small locket.

The radio demon picked up the locket that seemed to be engraved.

To my little one~

Love, Mommy

Alastors eyes squinted before he picked up a small photo of a baby taken at an ultrasound. He tilted his head.

Before he could indulge deeper into the box, the front door opened.

The cat ran away quickly.

"Alastor? What are you-" Aponi stopped in her tracks as she saw the box the radio demon was sitting next to. "What the fuck are you doing?" She asked as she all but threw the stuff she had I her arms and went to put the locket and photo back in the box.

"Oh darling I just happened upon it-"

"The FUCK you did! Alastor you know I don't like people snooping through my shit. I didn't tell you about the box for a reason. Why did you open it?" Aponi all but shouted.

Alastor's eyes widened and his smile twitched. She had never.... yelled at him like that before....

"I... darling.... why do you have ultrasound photos in the-"

"That's not your fucking business. I want you out," Aponi stated as she opened the door wide for Alastor to leave.

"'Out'?" Alastor asked.

"Out of my room. I want you to knock from now on. And if I don't answer, DONT COME IN!" Aponi shouted as she slammed the door in his face.

Alastor cleared his throat outside the door before walking away slowly.

Meanwhile Aponi placed the box on her bed and sat there.

For what seemed like forever, she sat there.

She sighed solemnly and picked up the box gently, opening the lid.

She started to softly hum a lullaby as she looked through the items.

The locket was cold in her hands as she rubbed it gently with her thumb, her second pair of arms resting gently on her stomach.

The photo Alastor had been looking at was indeed an ultrasound. The last one that had been taken. The other photos included her and Jason, pregnancy test in hand, and a bruise on Aponi's left eye.

She had told people she fell.... but now that she was looking back, the fear on her face was eminent.

Maybe the way she died was the right thing to do... for herself and her unborn baby....

As tears rolled down her cheeks though, she couldn't help but regret what happened.

#Idk. Maybe continue it with reblogs

[raphael-angele]

Locked Out of Heaven

Bruce blinked.

He blinked at the paper on the dark brown mahogany desk in his office. He looked up and looked around. The same white walls with the same furniture. The door was the same, too. He looked around his desk. Everything seemed to be the same. Wait...

The pictures are different. Bruce fixed his posture and took one into hand. One picture seemed to be of him and a young boy, standing in front of a school. He didn’t look any older than 14. He must have been around Damian’s age at this time. ‘09/15/20XX’ the picture was from several years ago. He had an arm around the boy, who had a big smile on his face. He looked closer and saw that the boy had blue eyes, cyan to be more specific. 

...was this Jason?

He heard a knock. He took a deep breath, fixed his appearance, and put the picture back. “Yes, come in.” he said, loud enough. The door opened to reveal a different looking teenage boy but still had black hair and blue eyes...but, his eyes are ultramarine.

“Mr. Wayne!” he called. He was in a school uniform, which indicated he was a student at a private university or academy. The book bag on his side just confirmed this. “I am so sorry for the tardiness. I had a meeting with the School Council and I lost track of time. I’m sorry.” he apologized profusely. Bruce just looked at him.

Tim?

“Mr. Wayne?” Tim called. “Hm? Oh, uh, yes. Uh, that’s okay, Tim. I’m sure it must be hard to juggle things at school and here at the Wayne Enterprises with your...” he tried to figure out what his middle son was doing here. “Internship?” Tim finished. “Yes, that”

“Well, I wanted to intern under you since I was a child, and I knew the pressure and how hard this job would be. I signed up for this and I am prepared as ever so I can help my parents with the company!” he said with a bright smile.

Bruce felt himself smile a bit. He snapped himself back to reality and spoke. “Uh, Tim, kiddo, I was thinking that maybe you should take today off.” Tim raised his brows at him before slanted in worry. “D-did I do something wrong?”

“No! God, no. Of course not. I just thought maybe you could use the time for yourself. I’m sure you must be tired from school and work. Get some rest. It is Friday after all. You should go and do something you wanna do.”

Tim fiddled with his fingers. “Are you sure?” he asked. “Of course.” he smiled. “You didn’t forget to take care of yourself, did you?” he asked. “Well, I think I am kinda sleepy.”

Bruce almost wanted to chuckle. Looks like Tim didn’t change that much. “Go and get some rest for the weekend, Tim.” he smiled. Tim smiled back.

His telephone buzzed. “Mr. Wayne, your wife and son are here. Is it okay of I send them in?” ...what? “Uh, yeah, go ahead.” he said, without knowing a thing. A few moments passed. “PAPA!” a small, barely 6 year old child, came running into the room. The toddler bumped into Tim’s leg. They looked at each other.

“Hi, Timmy!” the toddler smiled. “Hey, baby.” Tim smiled back, picking up the small boy and carrying him into his arms. “How’s the wittle baby?” Tim asked in a baby like voice. The boy playfully slapped Tim on his chest at the tease. He puffed his cheeks and crossed his arms. 

They barely noticed the boy’s mother who came in with him. It was obvious she was the mother; both of them had tanned skin tone. The woman had wavy hair, the boy’s was lightly curled. And though the woman had chartreuse green eyes and the boy had turquoise, it was still evident.

Talia

She smiled as she watched Tim play with their son. “Hi, Mrs. Wayne.” Tim greeted, turning his face away from the toddler. “Tim, darling, I told you, it’s okay that you call me Talia.” she said, taking the small boy from his arms into hers.

Bruce stood up from his swivel chair and approached the two. “Hello, beloved.” Talia greeted him with a smile, before giving him a kiss on the lips. “EW! YUCKY!” the small boy blurted. They laughed. “You don’t like it when mommy and daddy kiss, Tommy?” Tim teased again. Tommy? This isn’t Damian? 

“NO! Kiss is yucky! I don’t like kisses!” Tommy bloated his cheeks. Tim laughed before speaking. “I should get going, then.” he said. Tommy pouted. “You’re leaving already, darling?” Talia asked. “Yeah, I’m kinda tired and Mr. Wayne let me take the weekend off.” he smiled shyly. “Well, do you need a ride?”

“No, I’m fine”

“I’ll still let one of the drivers to send you home safely.”

“Thank you, Mr. Wayne.” he bowed. “Bye, Tommy, Ms. Talia.” he bowed again. “Bye, Timmy.” Tommy waved. “Until next time, dear.” And with that, Tim left.

Talia turned to Bruce. “PAPA! Can we go to the circus now?!” Tommy tugged at Bruce’s collar. “Thomas has been talking about going to the circus, non-stop.” she laughed.

Thomas

...that’s right. They originally planned on naming Damian, Thomas, in honor of his father (+). 

We'll name it Thomas if it's a boy. Martha, if it's a girl.

With the constant tugging on his collar, of course Bruce snapped out of his trance. “Habibi, the circus isn’t here yet, remember?” Talia said. “Your mom’s right, Thomas. the circus wont be here until two weeks.” he said. Thomas looked at him with his big turquoise eyes and pouted. “But, I really wanna see Richard-akhi.” he said.

And just like that, Bruce is back in a trance.

He remembers...on his desk, he saw a picture of him and another boy with his family. A family of acrobats. The youngest being the only son, the one with the black wavy hair, dark skin, and piercing sapphire blue eyes. That picture...was taken after the fall of the Flying Graysons.

What happened?

How did THIS happen?

The Graysons are alive and still performing

Jason is well off in school

Tim was interning under him and helping run his family’s company

and

Damian (or Thomas) was actually enjoying his childhood

So what happened?

If this is was a dream, or a hallucination, or even if it was just a glimpse of what could’ve been, he never wanted to leave it. 

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Inspired by an slightly old post of @momma-alghul where Bruce goes back in time to spare his kids from tragedies.

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Heartbeat

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/h4GQrxw by OlivaKent Selina Kyle was many things: thief, acrobat, street rat, socialite, orphan; but not a girlfriend. Especially Bruce Wayne's girlfriend. That was the start of a bad joke...she hoped.   Or five times Selina left and one time Selina stayed. Words: 3152, Chapters: 1/6, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics), Catwoman (Comics) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M Characters: Selina Kyle, Bruce Wayne, Damian Wayne, Duke Thomas, Cassandra Cain, Stephanie Brown, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Clark Kent, Lois Lane, assortment of other characters Relationships: Selina Kyle/Bruce Wayne, Selina Kyle & Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson & Bruce Wayne, Bruce Wayne & Damian Wayne, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne & Damian Wayne, Dick Grayson & Selina Kyle, Cassandra Cain & Bruce Wayne, Stephanie Brown & Bruce Wayne, Past Talia al Ghul/Bruce Wayne - Relationship, Silver St. Cloud/Bruce Wayne Additional Tags: Pre-Relationship, Developing Relationship, Developing Friendships, Slow Romance, One Night Stands, Not Canon Compliant, Bisexual Selina Kyle, Bisexual Bruce Wayne, Communication Issues, commitment issues, 5 Times, Identity Issues, Identity Reveal, implied sex, Face-Sitting, Oral Sex, Bruce Wayne is a Good Parent, Good Parent Selina Kyle, canon is what i make it, Not Beta Read, Author Is Sleep Deprived, Bruce Wayne Has Mental Health Issues, Bruce Wayne Has Mommy Issues, He's surprisingly working though them, Selina Kyle Has Issues, Bruce Wayne Loves Selina Kyle, He knows it, Selina Kyle Loves Bruce Wayne, she doesn't know it, Crux of the fic, Coffee, Selina Kyle-centric, Selina Kyle/Bruce Wayne-centric, Reverse Robins, is it really a batcat fic without a game of cat and mouse? read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/h4GQrxw

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It's september, people!

And we all know that means more release dates and teaser paragraphs. This month we get 1 repletion chapter and otherwise ALL as you wish fills!

Sun, Sept. 3 = move night (inspired by the Friendship Test video)

The family was all assembled, sprawled over couches and armchairs and throw rugs, small bowls in their laps filled with popcorn, pretzels, and gummy worms, and glass bottles of specialty lemonades, root beers, and cream sodas at their sides, all supplied from the grand junk-food fest on the coffee table. Alfred had protested it soundly, as he always did, yet still ended up with a root beer and a bowl of pretzel sticks, as he always did.

Thurs, Sept. 7 = summer returns (also inspired by the Friendship Test)

"Oh, Timmers," Jason whispered. He rolled over, and then Tim was bundled into his big brother's arms, cradled close and gently, with Jason's heartbeat against his cheek and fingers stroking through his hair.

Sun, Sept. 10 = repletion: lividity

Jason grit his teeth, fists clenching around the objects they held. "You're sick, you know that? Trying to gaslight a fucking kid for what, his bank account? Well, I've got news for you, jackass. Tim's never gonna fucking buy it. So give it up and give him the fucking phone."

Thurs, Sept. 14 = "Again" - Bruce's POV

"Dad!" came through as a sob, and Bruce’s heart stopped. "Dad, help, please, I'm sorry, I can't..." "Jason?" he whispered shakily. Jason never called him dad. Not… not anymore. Oh, God, what was happening to him? He was yelping and gasping and sobbing, and he wasn't responding to any of his siblings screaming his name.

Sun, Sept. 17 = mama spider (inspired by AYW Ch7)

"Lena, this is Chloe, my daughter," Natasha said. She wasn't sure why, but the words made her a little breathless. "And Adrien, my son." Yelena's eyes got very wide, and she glanced at all four of them in a split second before asking, "How the fuck did you and Rogers make twins? You don't have any mommy organs!"

Thurs, Sept. 21 = baby cuddles (inspired by Nothing in This World)

"Hey, Nneka," he crooned, relieved beyond measure to see her breathing, and feel her teeny, teeny fingers grip his shirt. “How’s our little Amazon?” His tongue tripped over our, as it always did, wanting desperately to say my. She wasn’t his. He had to remember that none of these kids were his, except for the hours when he held them close against his heartbeat and whispered promises that they’d grow healthy and strong.

Sun, Sept. 24 = "The Press Conference" - Jason POV

It was like a bomb dropped, the sudden explosion of people yelling and clamoring, for Jason's attention, for Bruce's, for Dick’s, for anyone's. Jason flinched as the wall of sound slammed him. He cast about frantically for anyone who seemed not to have forgotten about taking fucking turns post-Kindergarten, and finally called, "In the back, with the red hair."

Thurs, Sept. 28 = coming out of the coffin (inspired by Jason's reveal video)

"It… I… A lot of the reasons I had for… for not wanting to come back… yeah, they still stand. I don't like the posing and the attention, I don't like high society types, I don't like the publicity. "But… I wanna go out with the others and not worry about making up a cover story for who I am and why I'm there. I wanna… I wanna go to college. I want… I'm tired of… Talia called it living like a shadow. And I said I liked it because it's safer, and it is, but… It gets…" "Lonely?" Bruce murmured. 

Hope y'all are excited!

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8 Awkward Animals Join the Cast of Zannen na Ikimono Ziten Movie

  Eight new cast members have been revealed for Eiga Zannen na Ikimono Ziten ("The Unfortunate Animals Encyclopedia: The Movie"), an upcoming theatrical anime film based on the popular series of children's books by Tadaaki Imaizumi about the weird and sometimes cringe-worthy lives of creatures within the Animal Kingdom. The new cast members include:

    Tesshō Genda as Diplo.

Junya Enoki as Jason.

Yoshitsugu Matsuoka as Kooka.

Mikako Komatsu as Wanda.

Noriko Hidaka as Leroy's Mama.

Miyuki Sawashiro as Tsukiko.

Rina Satō as Tsukiko's Mother.

And Rie Kugimiya as Usao's Mommy.

    RELATED: Singing Platypus Trio Joins the Cast of Zannen na Ikimono Ziten Movie

  Zannen na Ikimono Ziten has previously been adapted into a short form TV anime with direction by Jun Aoki and animation production by Fanworks that broadcasts on NHK E TV. Eiga Zannen na Ikimono Ziten focuses on strange and unfortunate animals that live in three areas: Antarctica, Australia, and the Azumi Basin in Nagano Prefecture, Japan.

    RELATED: Animals Have It Rough in Zannen na Ikimono Ziten Anime Movie Trailer

  In the film, Yuuji Uchiyama writes and directs the Antarctica segment, while Naomi Iwata directs and Yōichi Katō writes the screenplay for the Australia segment, and Kei Yoshimizu directs and Toru Hosokawa writes the screenplay for the Japan (Nagano) segment. Fanworks provides animation production.

  Eiga Zannen na Ikimono Ziten is scheduled to hit theaters in Japan on July 08, 2022.

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devils roll the dice (angels roll their eyes)

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pairing: leo valdez x daughter of athena! reader

summary: you and leo are dared to skinny dip, what happens if your friends run away with your clothes?

warnings: skinny dipping (a bit of nudity), a few curses, mentions of sex (but not really?) - let me know if you see other ones!

notes: request; this takes place years after the events of hoo (toa never happened)

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Leo Valdez is seriously annoying.

The way he smiles as if everything’s okay and his anger is not something you’re feeling like waves hitting you over and over - it’s just annoying. Why can’t he just get it over with and explode in front of you, use his fire powers and all?

With a scoff, you shook your head, averting your gaze from the curly-haired boy to the campfire in front of you.

Truthfully, this event was supposed to be just the seven - Percy, Annabeth, Jason, Piper, Frank, Hazel, and Leo. Percy invited you to enjoy this night with his friends. He found you earlier by this beach, kicking sand, and muttering how much Leo Valdez just pissed you off. And he just had the audacity to invite you to an event, saying Leo won’t be here. But here he is - grinning as he was roasting a marshmallow over the fire.

“So, Leo,” Percy turned to Leo. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare,” he grinned.

You saw Percy look at you, smiling, like a monkey who finally grabbed the banana from the tree. "Go skinny dipping with Y/N."

"What!?" I'm sorry, but were you just dragged into something that doesn't even include you? "No. I'm not skinny dipping, especially not with him."

"Wow," Leo said, standing up. "Way to hurt my feelings, Y/N."

"Like you have one," you rolled your eyes.

"So, are you doing this or not?" Leo questioned you, already raising an arm to remove his shirt.

"No, I'm not," you crossed your arms over your chest.

"Your loss," Leo shrugged, shirtless. Your eyes scanned over his body. Realizing what you were doing, you averted your gaze from him into the campfire. "Like what you were seeing?"

You can just feel him smirking across from you. "It's not even my dare, how do I lose?"

"It's a dare and you're involved so get on with it," Percy waved his hand dismissively, smiling mischievously as he took a sip of his blue coke.

"Do they really have to be naked?" Thank the Gods for your sister, Annabeth.

"Yeah," Jason echoed. "We're all going to be scarred forever when Leo goes buck naked."

"Fine," Percy sighed in defeat. "You can keep your underwear."

They all looked at Leo expectantly, who raised his hands up. "Oh no, I'm not doing it if Y/N won't."

"It's your dare, Valdez."

"Yeah, and?"

"It's not mine."

"But Percy said I have to do it with you."

"Ugh," you huffed, standing up to remove your clothing. "I hate you."

"Well, I don't exactly like you either," Leo quipped, unbuckling his pants.

You turned around, raising your arms over your head as you removed your shirt, revealing your balconette bikini top in Victorian blue. The matching bikini was a gift from Piper on your birthday last September. This is only the first time you wore this, but under a white cropped top and denim jeans, thinking you won't have to swim as it is mid-winter in New York.

Unfortunately, Percy is a pain in the ass and dared Leo to go skinny dipping with you.

Annabeth handed you a beach towel you wrapped yourself in. Despite the camp's borders protecting you from extreme weather, the air was still chilly, and it sent a shiver down your spine as it hit you.

You turned around and saw that Leo had the matching blue and floral printed towel wrapped around his waist. "Let's just get this over with."

You walked over towards the edge where the waves meet the sun, leaving Leo to catch up to you. "So, how are we doing this?"

"You just don't think," is what you answered as you threw your towel somewhere behind you, diving into the open beach and swimming as far as you can.

As soon as the cold catches up to you, you stand up; the water reaching your chin. You saw Leo standing still at the edge, looking stunned. "What are you waiting for, you elf?"

Leo only shook his head and followed you. You waited a few moments, looking around the vast ocean, with chattering teeth and ragged breaths. In mid-December, the water current felt like icicles hitting your body over and over in different places. You couldn’t wait to get back out on the shore and sit by the fire for warmth.

You feel something tug at your ankle, pulling you deeper. As you struggled to stay afloat, you kicked whatever it was, deciding ultimately more on your own survival than the welfare of some random sea creature. But it wasn't a random sea creature. Instead, it was Leo, holding a bloody nose as he surfaced beside.

"Fuck you, Y/N," he held his nose, ducking his head a few times to stop the bleeding.

"That's what you get," you shrugged, waving your arms to keep yourself afloat.

"Ugh," Leo groaned. "CAN WE GO BACK NOW?"

"Geez," you covered your ears. "You didn't have to yell that loud."

"YES," you heard Percy yell back, his voice like waves echoing throughout the ocean.

You looked at the campfire, only that it was like a dot of orange in the distance. Your friends were like moving shadows in the distance, dimly lit by the moonlight.

"Come on," Leo started swimming back towards the shore once his nose had slowed down its bleeding. You followed him, careful not to swim too fast and make your head squeeze tighter than it already was. As you surfaced on the edge, you saw Leo yell and tried to run after Percy, who was holding your clothes. “Hey! Get back here.”

Instead of answering, Percy just laughed and ran away towards the parking lot. Leo chased after him.

You stood up, shivering as the chilly air hit you, grabbing your towel and wrapping yourself with it. Instead of running after Leo, you took a seat in front of the fire, with your arm reached out and dangerously close to the flames. Who could blame you for wanting to feel some warmth?

“You could get burned,” Leo commented, making you look at him in surprise. You thought he was with Percy grabbing his clothes, but there he stood, wearing a towel wrapped around his waist. Your eyes dangerously drift down towards his collarbone, but you shook your head, focusing your gaze on the dancing flames in front of you.

“At least I could be warm,” is what you told him as your fingers still dance dangerously close to the flames.

“Here,” Leo offered you a hand, and you stared as if it was the most disgusting thing you ever saw. To be honest, it wasn’t disgusting. You noticed his fingers were long and slender and smooth - no calluses in sight. It must be a benefit from producing flames.

“What do I do with it?”

“Hold it.”

“No.”

“Your loss,” he shrugged, taking a seat across from you.

“So, where’s Percy?” You asked him.

“Gone,” he sighed, running his fingers through his curls. “They said we should work everything out and they’ll come to fetch us in the morning.”

Unbelievable. Still, what they had done didn't surprise you. It was like them to do something like this, you should have seen it coming. Instead, the temptation for a good time blinded you.

“Go on,” you told him. “Yell at me.”

“What?” Leo said in disbelief. “What do you want me to yell at you?”

“I don’t know,” you told him, shrugging. “What were you saying about me after we met?”

“I wasn’t saying anything about you,” Leo answered defensively.

“You so were,” you rolled your eyes.

“Really?” Leo scoffed, crossing his arms. “What was I saying then?”

“That I was rude,” you answered him, sitting up straight.

“That’s true,” Leo agreed. “You were rude. And you are being rude now.”

“Well, excuse me if I was being rude,” You laughed humorlessly. “I was busy and stressed that day. I was being chased by monsters all day until Grover and Percy found me, and I was tired."

“But that doesn’t excuse you from being such a jerk at camp,” Leo argued.

“Sorry I wasn’t feeling bright and cheery as you,” you retorted. “Gosh, you were annoying.”

“You think I was annoying?” Leo asked, offended.

“You were!” You stood up, clenching the towel that was wrapped around you. “You came in all Mr. Smiley Pants, greeting me with a cheer, and then you introduced yourself and told me your life story when I’m exhausted. Gods, Leo, I just wanted to rest that day.”

“But you didn’t have to be so rude about it,” Leo stood up too, walking to stand in front of you. If he thought he was towering over you, he was not. He was only a few inches above you, not even intimidating you with his height.

“What’s rude about ‘stop, I want to rest’ when you were all there smiling and I was a bleeding mess with monster cuts on my arms?” You fumed. “Not to mention, you were telling me that time you and your beloved Festus had to stop at a gas station.”

“And what’s wrong about that?” Leo raised his arms in frustration. “Festus was hungry, and I was out of Tabasco, so we had to take a quick stop at the nearest gas station for some motor oil.”

“Okay, you were out of Tabasco sauce,” You raised your free hand in surrender. “But is that necessary for a girl to hear when she’s bleeding out?”

“Oh, would you want me to tell you the story of how my parents conceived me?” Leo retorted. “Because I’ll gladly tell you! My mommy and my daddy-.”

“I want you to stop!” You yelled at him, getting so dangerously close to his face. Leo seriously frustrated you to no end. He can’t just keep his mouth shut. “I want you to stop talking for a long time. Maybe then, I could work everything out by myself and leave you here.”

“And what?” Leo taunted. “Face the woods alone? Ooh, too bad, Y/N, you could get killed.”

“I’ll gladly take that chance,” you said through gritted teeth. “Than be here with you.”

“Wow,” Leo feigned hurt, putting a hand above his heart. “Another girl who’d rather be killed than be with me. Only this time, I didn’t ask her out.”

“What, do you want me to ask you out?” The words that rolled out of your mouth surprised you more than they did to Leo, who looked at you with wide eyes. You felt your heart pounding in your chest, unable to think of anything to follow up on your previous statement.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d think that you actually like me,” Leo said slowly, a lopsided grin forming on his face as he crossed his arms.

“Please,” you shivered as a strong chilly wind came, knocking you off of your stern demeanor. Leo grinned at this, knowing he had the upper hand in the situation as he didn’t once shiver from the cold. “You don’t know any better than a coked-up 2-year-old.”

“Oh, really?” Leo’s eyebrow shot up as if what you said was a challenge to him. “I know you’re cold right now.”

“Of course, it’s mid-December,” You threw your free hand in the air, turning back around to sit in front of the fire again. All this arguing with Leo has put you away from the campfire and near to the ocean, as you could feel the cold rushing winds more than the warmth of the fire. “It should be cold.”

“Way to point that out, you genius,” Leo followed you as you sat, taking a seat beside you. It was far enough so that your hands wouldn’t reach him in case you wanted to strangle him, but near enough in case you burned your hand and he had to help you.

You were still shivering even as you sat in silence in front of the fire. Leo was probably not helping the case as he kept getting awed by his own breath forming smoke in front of him.

“Could you please stop?” You said through shaky breaths.

“Here, take my hand,” Leo once again offered his hand. “Come on, I won’t bite. Can’t you feel the warmth radiating off of me?”

Out of options for warmth, you hesitantly reached out, your hand hovering above his, trying to feel any sort of warmth. Then you felt it. That rush of slight heat entered your skin and buried itself there. It felt much like holding a warm cup on a chilly day,

You took his hand, gripping it just to feel any warmth. It must have been a pretty uncomfortable position as both of your hands were stretched out, but you didn’t care as you could feel something other than the cold air around you.

You closed your eyes for a moment, trying so hard not to think about the fact that you were mad at him earlier and now you were holding his hand for warmth. You felt him scoot a little closer to you, as he pulled your hand a bit and felt him shift. You opened your eyes and narrowed it at him. “Sorry, my hand’s getting sore.” You sighed and just let him sit closer than the two of you intended.

You didn’t know how, but you didn’t fight the feeling of wanting to feel more warmth as you scooted closer to him - dangerously close, almost shoulder to shoulder. You let out a sigh as the warmth coming from him intensified a bit, as you laid your head above his shoulder. You didn't know why, but he didn’t make a move to push you away, not even a bit as he relaxed and laid his head on top of yours.

“Pipes, quick, grab a camera,” you heard Percy loudly whisper. It must have been morning as you hear birds chirping instead of crickets. The harsh sunlight met your hazel eyes as you opened them, making you immediately squint.

You heard a flash go off, and Piper’s voice rang out. “Oops. Sorry, my bad.”

“Whoever’s there should just get away,” you grumbled, snuggling against what’s beside you. Despite the harsh sunlight, your eyes flung open and quickly stood up, making your head spin, as you realized what - or who, for the matter - you’re snuggling. You stumbled as you clutched your head in dizziness.

“Careful there,” Jason gripped your arm, steadying you.

“What,” Leo groggily said, just waking up. “What happened?”

“We fell asleep, you idiot,” You threw a flip-flop at him. “It’s morning.”

“Oh,” Leo rubbed the spot where you hit him. “Oh, hey, guys.”

“Hey,” Percy greeted him with a smile. “Looks like you had quite a night, huh?”

“More like it,” Leo lazily smiled at you through squinting eyes.

Despite everything in you screaming to deny everything, you smiled at him. “Yeah. It was nice.”

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