#Jason frequently lies

[violent138]

I think it would be really funny if Dick was just completely out of the loop on slang (really busy, lives under a rock) and calls up Jason routinely to describe conversations between their younger siblings in order to have Jason translate.

[hornedstorys]

Jason Todd x Reader - You are pregnant with his child - nsfw - Part 3

Part 3 for the 'You're pregnant and he's saving you' series

ENGLISH IS NOT MY NATIVE LANGUAGE

Warnings: Sex (everywhere haha) sex in Red Hood uniform, breeding fetish, pregnancy, the Bat Family finds out about Jason's little family and his pregnant wife

Synopsis: Jason keeps his word that he'll fuck you until you're pregnant again, meanwhile his family gets skeptical and curious as to why Jason shows up even less than usual and only comes along on really important missions, even though he loves to kick ass. But the only ass he's interested in right now is yours.

Today was one of those days when you wanted to finally tidy up your home. A bit of spring cleaning, sorting out unnecessary clothes, going shopping. Well, at least you thought you would manage at least one of these tasks, but you were so wrong.

Because Jason had other plans as he gently thrust into you and showered your face with kisses that made you giggle, but the giggles quickly turned into moans as he thrust deeper and stretched you even further. His lips traveled over your cheek, down to your neck where he sucked lovingly. You closed your eyes and buried your hand in his hair. His scent enveloped your senses and you sighed blissfully.

He hadn't lied about fucking you as much as he could. It had been etched deep into his desires to have a child with you and he took every opportunity to take your panties off.

Jason wanted you everywhere; In the shower, although that was usually a shakier affair, romantically in your bed, like right now, on the sofa, even on the floor. It's a good thing you got a rug, which was supposed to make the room look more cozy in general, but Jason had other plans.

But the most exciting thing for you was when he took you and he was still wearing his Red Hood outfit. It was almost like Hood was a different personality all of his own sometimes. He was rougher, harder, boundless. He fucked you against the wall without bothering to take off all his clothes or yours. Hood watched you ride his cock dry or his thighs so you were extra wet and ready for him, so he could penetrate you better and deeper to fill you with his seed.

Jason's thrusts became harder and his grip on your hips tighter. A grunt escaped his lips as he ran his fingers over your swollen clit and you tightened around him.

“Come on, darling. Take it, take it all of me,” you moaned in response as your climax washed over you and Jason came inside you with one last hard thrust. Your legs trembled as he carefully cleaned you off and pulled you onto the mattress with him, holding you tightly in his arms the next moment.

“I love you,” he breathed and you lifted your head slightly to look at him, a slight smile on your lips, ”I love you too, Jason.”

“Where do you keep hanging out Todd?” Came the annoying question from Nightwing aka Dick, who the hell gave themselves a nickname like that without constantly thinking about a dick themselves?

Red Hood ignored the question for now, he tried not to get upset but to concentrate on the mission. Today it was the turn of bigger drug dealers to get punched in the face and Hood was definitely in the mood to put a bullet in someone's head.

Nightwing looked at him skeptically from the side, but said nothing. He would find out why the anti-hero was appearing even less frequently than usual, even if he couldn't care less. But Hood loved to play with his weapons, so what was the reason he was so withdrawn?

The next morning, when Jason came home from the halfway successful job, you once again helped take care of his wounds. You hadn't said it, but he knew that you were very worried and afraid that he wouldn't come back. And he had to admit that he was afraid of that too. He didn't want to leave you and your… your daughter alone.

Jason lay on the couch, snoring softly as he took a nap. You packed your bag and wanted to go shopping, as you had nothing left at home and the diapers would soon be empty.

You gently closed the door and set off without noticing anyone following you. You calmly went into the store and bought everything you needed and walked back towards home.

You hadn't missed the fact that Jason wanted to have sex even more often than usual. You could still hear the words of praise he was moaning in your ear. How well you took him and how he would stuff every drop of his sperm into you. He wanted to impregnate you and somehow it made your body tingle.

You felt your lips swell and your abdomen emit that familiar feeling that made you sigh. Jason treated you like a goddess. Even though your body wasn't perfect and had left marks after the birth of your daughter, he couldn't keep his hands off you.

He told you every day how beautiful you were and even during sex he never minded seeing you from every angle. Just like this time, when you sat on his face for the first time. You were hesitant at first because you didn't want to hurt him, but Jason insisted and pressed your wet pussy against his face.

“Jason!” you whimpered and your lips opened slightly as he caressed your clit and licked it greedily. It felt strange, in this position, but also good.

“You're doing so well, my goddess,” he praised bluntly against your lips. You gripped his dark mop of hair and slowly moved your hips. But you wanted more, you wanted him.

“Jason…” you began and the moan that escaped your throat interrupted your words. He nibbled on your clit and you bit your lips.

“Please, I need…” you gasped and his intense gray eyes looked up at you.

'What do you want? They asked you loud and clear, without him having to say a word.

“I want your seed inside me…, please impregnate me, Jason. Please!” Your cheeks burned brightly at this confession and you could feel Jason tense up.

His eyes were burning and the next moment you were lying underneath him. His figure towered over you and you licked your lips.

“Say that again, love,” he almost growled and his pupils dilated. His hand slid from your stomach up to your collarbone, almost restlessly, as if he had no patience to wait for your answer.

“Knock me up Jason. I want a baby from you, please,” you breathed pleadingly and the next moment his lips crashed against yours. He moaned deep into your mouth and his tongue searched yours addictively. As he thrust deep into you and you held onto his broad shoulders. His hips slammed deep and hard against you and you almost saw stars. This was going to be a long night.

About three months later, you were out for a walk with your daughter. It was a warm day in Gotham City and there was a relaxed aura in the air. You felt safe with Jason and the little girl was sleeping peacefully in her stroller.

“How are you, my goddess,” Jason gently took your hand and you smiled softly at him. You were having morning sickness more often now and Jason's excitement grew, more and more with each passing day.

One night he came home and you held the test in front of his face. Beaming with joy, he picked you up in his arms and twirled you around. Ignoring the fact that his leather jacket was soaked in blood. At least it wasn't his blood.

“I'm fine Jason, I just feel a little tired. That's all,” you smiled softly and squeezed his hand. His instincts were popping and he was becoming more protective with each passing day.

“I'll run you a warm bath as soon as we get back home,” he suggested and you knew he wouldn't tolerate any argument. You shook your head in amusement. You were so grateful to have this man by your side that it almost hurt.

You had your happy little family and everything seemed perfect. Because it was. Until the day your water broke and Jason drove to the hospital at the speed of light. You almost broke his hand, just like the first birth, but the pain barely reached him. He only had eyes for you, his beautiful partner, his goddess and everything he needed in his life.

“You're doing great, my pretty,” he cooed and you just gasped through clenched teeth, ”I know!”

And then you did it. And it was… a girl! Jason was now officially a girl - Daddy and he was looking forward to the days when he would be made up and dressed up himself. He was just happy to have you. But he had to promise you: no more kids for now. And that was fine with him. Even if he will continue to stuff his seed into you - but with contraception.

That same year, two days before Christmas, Jason parked his car in front of the villa's huge gate. He sat quietly in the car, kneading his fingers. You put a hand on his shoulder encouragingly and smiled at him.

“You deserve to know, Jay. Don't worry about it,” you breathed, and gently you gave him a chaste but heartfelt kiss on the lips. He immediately became mesmerized by it and pulled you closer to him.

“Let's go,” he sighs and gets out of the car. He took the baby carrier with your newborn and you took your daughter's hand. She happily toddled around on the snow and Jason smiled gently at you. Before his eyes turned to the villa. He hadn't been there for a long time and many memories came flooding back to him.

The four of you set off and Jason stood hesitantly in front of the doorbell. He almost seemed to be waiting to just vanish into thin air. So you took over and pressed the bell.

It took a few seconds for the door to open and Alfred stood in the frame. The older man's eyes widened when he saw you and he didn't know what to be more shocked by; that Jason was here again or that he had brought a wife and children with him.

“Master, Wayne. We have… Visitors,” his lips curled into a smile and he opened the door fully to let you in. You looked around excitedly. So much space?! You've never been to a mansion before, let alone Bruce Wayne's. Everything was beautifully decorated for Christmas. Fairy lights, peppermint sticks. Bows with green and red, it made your child's heart beat faster.

“Who is it, Alfr-,” Bruce's voice broke as he caught sight of you. Jason seemed to avoid his gaze slightly, but you smiled gently at him and held out your hand.

“Hello Mr. Wayne. I'm (Y/n), Jason's girlfriend. I hope you don't mind us barging in here. But I really wanted to meet Jason's old home and we were hoping to spend the holidays with you,” you almost caught him off guard and Bruce took your hand in his and scrutinized you with penetrating eyes.

He looked at the baby carrier Jason was holding and the little sleeping girl with the dark hair. You could already see light hair. She looked so much like Jason.

"Who does the child belong to?", asked Bruce

"mine", Jason said curtly and Bruce's look was priceless.

Bruce's head rattled and now Dick, Tim and Damian joined him. They all looked rather puzzled, except for Dick. He looked at you intently.

“So that was your big secret all this time, Todd? You've been secretly starting a family,” Dick revealed and you looked back and forth between the two of them. Jason looked bitterly at his stepbrother and you could easily see that he would have liked to shoot him.

It was a big surprise for everyone, but the situation relaxed. And the tense air escaped. The boys and Bruce had made themselves comfortable with your children while you helped Alfred in the kitchen.

You told them how you met and you could still see the complete surprise in everyone's eyes. Bruce was now officially a grandpa and he was very happy about it. It made him happy to see that Jason had somehow found his way after all. And he really had hope that you would give him stability in life and keep him on the right path.

Jason still kept his distance from the others. But for you and the kids, even he came over a few times and you spent the night in his old nursery. You knew that Jason still needed time to heal and that it was still hard for him to be in the villa. But you also knew that he would make it and he would never let your little family down.

Tags: @fanfictionlover277353 , @amber-content

[snakeredbirdbatkatana]

Damian has learned many things since joining the family. He's found joy in Gotham even fighting Rouges and stopping crime he's made more happy memories here than he did while in the league.

Although he will always love his mother and be grateful for everything she has taught him many of those skills have been retired and he can't say he's partically angry about it.

What he's truly enjoyed most is his family Father and Richard, even Todd when he cooks and lets him sketch the alley cats that frequent his terrace.

'So Baby Bat guessing you weren't invited to the brother meeting tonight".

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The pencil rolls hitting the floor. Jason was half paying attention more focused on the pasta he's stirring.

"I don't understand, what do you mean by that Todd"

Now Jason knows he's not exactly kept up to date on all the family's lovely adventures. But he can't place why Damian's voice is shaking.

Or why his little brother seems so hurt a part of him wants to scoop him up and wrestle his problems back to wherever hell they came from. But something stops him.

"I figured you were here cause of Dickbird and Timmy aren't you" he says carefully.

" Why would Drake and Richard have anything to do with my presence here." He spits, pausing.

"Are they together, Richard said he had something important to do and why would that be with Drake."

"Shit Dami sorry I must have made a mistake on the day it's the 16th not the 23rd my bad. The thing with Timmy is next week photography or something."

"Idiotic as ever Todd I will go back to my drawing now."

Jason would feel more offended at the blatant dismissal if he hasn't just lied.

Because Baby Brothers shouldn't be told that they aren't Dickie birds little Robin always.

That Dick is taking Tim on their weekly getaway to gone only knows where. That always seems to end with blood and death.

That their eldest brother is more fucked up then all of them combined and that only one is trusted enough to see what that means.

That as kind as Dick and even Tim can be they aren't always like that. There angry, vengeful, sadistic little shits that burn as much as they warm.

How's do you explain to the kid who's thinks the sun shines out of someone's ass that they are off galivanting with the favorite brother.

That the kid got off lucky for trying to kill the golden apple.

You don't.

You make food and watch him sketch the cat who's seen almost as many fights at Jason himself.

Ingnore your own twisted jealousy and pretend you wouldn't cut off your own arm if replacement asked.

Because only one Bat is unaware of who's the deadlist of who is lurking in the shadows weaving.

It's not Jason's place and more importantly he can't destroy the very pedestal that Jason still worships.

"Come on Dami, stop bugging the fucking cat and come eat."

Who's he to explain about the brothers who would put each other above all others even their own.

How do you explain that if you weren't practically the son of the last flying Grayson you would be another hidden name on a list more guarded than Bruce's emotions and that you would be rotting six feet under dead at the hands of your beloved Richard.

[magnoliasandarson]

"justice"

If you were to ask Jason Todd, aged eight, what true Justice was, his face would scrunch and he'd gnaw on his lower lip- looking entirely too pensive for an elementary schooler. He wasn't sure then what any of it meant. All he knew was that the girls downstairs would disappear for months at a time to some rinky-dink jail while the real monsters ran the streets. Young as he was, he was a cynic about the whole thing. He'd seen what the cops that frequented his block were like. He wasn't a fan.

Flashing forward five years, asking him the same question, Jason would grin like a little bastard and proudly tell you it was him and B. They sought out the real bad guys and stopped 'em from hurting people ever again. He would tell you that Justice is the good guys stopping the bad guys, and that was that.

Two years later, the response changed again. Back to cynicism and aged beyond his years, his knuckles would pop as he thought of the never-ending cycle of bad guys committing crimes, being stopped and put away, and returning to commit worse crimes. Or, as he was beginning to see, they would never be punished at all. On his worst days, he wondered if Justice was ever real or if it was always an illusion. He still donned his cape, but he felt every bit a hypocrite as he left some low-level henchman trussed up for the cops.

Four years later, the boy from the past was completely gone. Any trace of resignation was gone from his face; all that was left was fiery resolve. He had it figured out. Justice isn't a temporary solution; it is final. All the "heroes" and courts lied about what they stood for, too wrapped up in their goodness and rules. They would never end a villain, but how many innocents were deemed casualties and promptly forgotten? If they were all too good to do what needed to be done, then dammit Jason was more than happy to be the sword of Justice.

Kill a killer, the number of killers stays the same- kill as many of the fuckers as you can...

Well, he always was an overachiever.

[phantobats]

What I'm saying is that you can't say that kids on TikTok who like Red Hood because they support his crusade against crime by proxy of liking his character, without also acknowledging that Batman harms criminals and is a billionaire, which is also inherently against leftist morals. Billionaires cannot be ethical, and physical harm outside of self defense cannot be justified. Batman glorifies harm. Batman romanticizes billionaires. You justifying it by being a "Bruce Wayne apologist" and saying that he donates to charity as if that fixes his exploitation uproots your own argument.

When have I ever encouraged people to emulate Batman's actions or approach?

While I do love the character of Bruce Wayne, I am fully aware of the flaws inherent in his methods and persona. His status as a billionaire and the ethical contradictions surrounding that have been critically explored within the comics themselves. At times, his wealth serves as a narrative device, allowing for his gadgets and resources to make sense within the story. However, my interest in Bruce Wayne is not tied to his wealth or status. It lies in his character—his inner conflict, dedication, and the questions his actions raise.

This is a critical distinction. Most Jason Todd fans, on the other hand, are drawn to him because of his specific approach to crime—an approach that frequently glorifies vigilante violence and even murder. In TikTok comment sections or other spaces, this admiration often goes beyond fiction, with people yearning for someone like Jason to take these methods into the real world.

But let’s unpack that. Supporting Jason's methods—murdering criminals or controlling the drug trade—means supporting the death penalty and organized crime, both of which I’d argue are fundamentally at odds with leftist values. The death penalty disproportionately harms marginalized groups and fails to address the systemic issues that lead to crime in the first place. Similarly, controlling the drug trade instead of dismantling it perpetuates harm to communities, particularly those already vulnerable to exploitation. Neither approach addresses the root causes of inequality or injustice; they just perpetuate cycles of violence and harm.

As for Bruce, while his status as a billionaire is inherently problematic from a leftist perspective, he does at least attempt to use his resources for systemic, long-term improvements. Is it enough to offset the inherent exploitation tied to his wealth? No. But there’s a significant difference between someone using ethically dubious wealth to attempt community aid and someone engaging in outright crime and murder under the guise of justice.

Ultimately, my critique of Jason Todd fans who glorify his methods stems from this: cheering for violent crime or authoritarian control doesn’t align with leftist ideals either. So, while both characters have ethical contradictions, romanticizing Jason’s approach feels far more dangerous in how directly it translates into harmful real-world ideas.

[madeby-meru]

Episode 11 Review (Jason & Thomas)

I actually have rather little to say about this one, overall it was an okay-ish episode and it didn’t have much in it for me (still keeping it under the cut to contain the yapping lol)

beware of spoilers!

One of th few times I saw both routes fully, i usually only go see Thomas' special scenes and illustration but I was pretty curious about this one and I am starting to like him more and more, the scene felt so shooooooorrrrt I wish they had talked more and discussed his finger licking habits 👁👁 the ilustration was very pretty too, i LOVE his expression~ I was a bit sad when we couldnt go to the planetarium :c I hope its a hint for a future episode, maybe an actual date?

Now Jason's route... I am a damn broken CD repeating myself over and over but I really and i mean REALLY dislike Ysaline. She is such a brat and so rude and judgy for no reason.

The whole "uuuuggghh i dont want to have dinner with himmmmm but i gave my woorrrddd but i dont want to be with hiiiimmmm" was so silly cause... dont go? say no? whats he gonna do sue you for hurting his feelings? why are u acting like u have a gun to your head lmao and also why are you acting like spending time alone with him is a torture? the last few times you two spend time together he was sweet and kind, he opened up to you, he helped you and clearly showed you that he DOES like you as a person!! what is there to hate at this point i dont get it, and youre also obviously horny for him get your shit together

And just dipping from his house leaving the dinner there.... I'm sorry that is extremely rude I cant deal with that. The reasoning is, again, so stupid. No, she is not betraying her company because (like Jason says) the rivalry is between him and Devon, Ysaline is not part of the equation she is not even a variable to consider. And no, she is not betraying her "friends" either because she has none! the game is very focused on the route to the point of our MC not making friends, this is not HSL where you got to constantly interact with the cast, raise their LOM, get to know them, etc. Here Ysaline is alone with her LI (and I cant take the argument of "the friendship happens behind the camera" cause thats just lazy af and leaving up to the VIEWER to fill in plot holes, for all I know she could also be addicted to cocaine and thats why she doesnt have money to pay the groceries).

Anyway, her bullshit aside, I actually loved Jason this episode! He is funny, witty, bratty in his charming way, he is so gentlemany, he cooks for her, drives her in his car (sighs like a teenager). I really like his character these past few episodes (it does bother me tho that this ep is SO bland without the special scene :/) and i hope he continues this way !!

Back to bitching- Just to quickly comment on the whole cameo thing: I am not a fan. I dont really mind them per se and I am not bubbling with rage, the cameos are well placed and they make sense and dont feel super out of pocket (amoris is a small city after all) but... I want our own characters, I want our own NPCs to interact with semi-frequently, I looooved the introduction of Devon's brothers and that cap remains my fav up to date (i want to rewatch it on Thomas' route again just to see Tasha and the boys more~). I want more characters that Ysaline can befriend and forge friendships with :c

That's pretty much all, like I said a mid chapter, not bad but not good. Pretty curious about the next one and how Jason will fit there!

[starry-bi-sky]

more cfau miscellaneous things because Childhood Friends Danny and Jason have my head and heart always and I need to finish rewriting chapter two dammit (and redo the half-finished chapter 4 because its just Not The Vibes). i'm almost through I need to get through the graveyard scene. (i just stubbornly refuse to have it be shorter than the original chapter and thats the little death. that is the mind killer.)

Danny and jason’s ghost forms both smell faintly like burnt flesh and cigarettes. However, Jason has a more smokey smell while Danny’s smells almost,,, electrical? In a sense? Like he just straight up smells like burnt flesh and sulphur while Jason smells like someone put him in a smoker first.

It’s very much an unpleasant smell but Danny finds an odd comfort in it just as much as he finds a comfort in the smell of nicotine.

(Jason post-revival smells burnt flesh once and is immediately offput by the fact that it brings him an instinctive comfort. He doesn’t realize its because it reminds him of Danny, and is uncomfortable by it.)

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In an au of an au, Danny’s altercation with Rath ends with Rath regaining enough of his sanity to snap out of the grieving state and ends with him breaking down. Instead of being souped and imprisoned, Rath, who is permanently 14, decides to Move On into the unknown. He’s exhausted, heartbroken, and tired.

(Is this influenced heavily by the ParaNorman scene where he talks to Agatha and helps her move on? Yes. But it doesn’t fit with the Original Storyline so im shoving it into an Au of an Au.)

Rath tells Danny that Jason lied to them (which he genuinely believes), and that he’s tired of waiting/looking for him/grieving. Jason is gone. He isn’t coming back, he abandoned them. And he wants his mom and dad, and his sister, and his friends. And he’s ready to join them.

He leads Danny out to Gotham, which other than Amity Park might’ve been the only city left untouched due to Rath’s own mental block on the place. They go out to the park he and Jason used to frequent or up to one of crime alley’s rooftops, and there Rath lies down and goes to sleep. Only to never wake up again, materializing into nothing as his soul moves on.

Before Rath leaves, he forces Danny to promise him that he’ll only wait for Jason for ten years. After that if he doesn’t find him, or if Jason doesn’t show, then Danny has to move on. Whether that be like how Rath does, or if its inly mentally/emotionally, doesn’t matter. He has to move on. Don’t wait for him. Don’t waste his time any more.

(“Oh, and if you find him, kick his ass for me.”)

Danny reluctantly agrees, and Rath lies down. Danny sings to him as he falls asleep.

(Angsty points if the vigilantes including Red Hood caught wind of their presence and were silently watching from the shadows. Rath might know they’re there, but Danny’s too focused on Rath to notice.)

(If only so that Red Hood realizes that this is what happened to Danny, and that Danny is gone before he can make things right. The tragedy, folks. The angst. The initial realization that Danny was Rath, and then also that Danny was dead and has been dead for years, and that before he moved on, he moved on believing that Jason abandoned him.)

(like i said it doesn't fit in the original timeline/storyline hence why its an au of an au and isn't nearly a fleshed out, but i was largely just focusing on the tragedy of Rath moving on and Jason being alive to see it and realize just who Rath is.)

-

Just like how the Lazarus pits shot Jason's twiggy 4'6-5'4 (depending on what you find) feet tall and 86lb ass up like a tree an essentially fixed his malnutrition, the portal did the same thing for Danny.

(granted i forgot about malnutrition and danny's likely stunted growth at first -- his family lived in crime alley and despite both his parents working, I don't think they had enough food all the time. He probably wasn't as badly malnourished as Jason was, but he wasn't healthy either.)

Granted his ghost in its "natural" state (14) is short, and his growth spurts were slow at first, it did result in him reaching his dad's height. There were points where it just happened overnight, like a baby. He went to bed one night 5’6 and woke up the next day 5’10.

Jazz is shorter than him. Although I have't decided if she's even liminal at all (and if she is, it didn't cure everything because she would have also suffered childhood malnutrition, and since in au canon their parents didn't get their hands on physical ectoplasm until after they got to Amity Park. So the exposure is less.)

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Danny's voice absolutely sounds like canon Dan's. It kinda just dropped one day when he was 16-17 and never went back up. Sam and Tucker sometimes ask him to just talk about anything because they find his voice soothing.

I'm not sure yet how Danny would feel about it at first considering Rath, but I imagine that Rath, when he did speak, would have had a quieter and scratchier/weaker voice considering he's spent the last decade shrieking and crying.

(and i suppose technically that shouldn't have any effect on his throat considering he's a ghost and idk if that would actually affect him, but i like the idea so im keeping it)

In the beginning you could hear him from a mile away by the sound of his loud, echoing wails, but ten years later you can only really hear him by the soft, shuddering sobs he makes. Like he's gasping for air that isn't there. The future is full of very quiet survivors.

And it's much easier to speak when you pitch your voice upwards (especially when whispering/speaking quietly) so he might've spoken in a higher, airy pitch in order to be heard. So Danny might actually find a comfort in having a lower voice.

[nebulastarss]

Catbatfam Wayne family lore pt2 (Mostly Tim cuz I had thoughts)

Next door to the Wayne family are the Drake household. Now, you know how fanon Tim Drake has horrifically neglective parents to the point where he should definitely be dead by 6 years old? Yeah Kitty Timothy has that. Since he is just a cat, they pile food in a few bowls and then leave. They have an automatic litter box (DANGEROUS. ESPECIALLY FOR KITTENS.) so he's not getting infections, but he's definitely running out of food before the weeks are over and they pop back in (also the food is stale. Gross)

Timothy is a well behaved pet regardless, essentially hoping that if he's cute enough they'll stop leaving him to his own devices. Never works. He becomes a real good hunter, and no one ever finds out about the rat infestation. So he's pretty independent, but not feral. He also gets into the habit of watching the streets from the window, catching Bruce walking past multiple times.

(Sometimes the Drakes forget to pay the power bill for a little. Thankfully they gave him his own cat room, and he piles blankets that he lies under with only his nose poking out.)

One day, he has ran out of food and he must've over hunted because the rats aren't there. But Bruce is outside again. And Tim is hungry. So he starts screaming, yelling and rubbing his face against the glass. Bruce stops and runs up to press his nose against the glass, proceeding to break into Drake Manor and steal their kitten

Martha and Thomas are once again rushing to the vet, and once again contacting lawyers over animal neglect. The poor thing is half starved! He's got scratches and illnesses from the rats! He has signs of prolonged exposure to the cold! Bad pet ownership!

They now own 5 cats. They never planned on 5 cats, and the kittens all get along like a house on fire. They're all similar ages, only a few months in between them, with such different personalities.

Dick won't stop hissing at strangers but turns into a loud and clingy kitten the second he's near family. He's curious and constantly overestimating how far he can jump. He's often in the living areas, perched over the fireplace or becoming one with the couch. He's also the most prone to going full Zoomies. He will be running in circles for the next 10 minutes actually.

Jason isn't loud but he's clumsy (he trips on the stairs like. A lot. They think it's because of the lack of tail) and he prefers the library and the kitchen to any other room in the manor. (Some servants will open random books and leave them out, they have lists of which ones he does and doesn't lay on, called "Jason's Favorites") he gets along with Alfred, who also frequents the kitchens.

Tim, despite being initially quiet and loving, has taken a more aloof stance once he's sure they won't just leave he hangs out in the offices a lot, to the point where they get him a little laptop toy (it's actually a real laptop. They enjoy looking through his search history: "afwgvbndnnnnnn nnnn") he does love pets, but won't actively push against someone. He will, however, linger in a room and stand juuust close enough that you could pet him. If you wanted to. Yknow, no pressure or anything. He's a little stalker cat, and prefers to watch everyone from above.

And all of them sneak out. Together. They use the doggy door, of course, but sometimes they all just vanish and then come back in using the door. Literally how, they have CAMERAS. Martha loves her grandbabies but she swears they're giving her gray hair. She's only in her thirties! She should not have gray hair!

Once again though, another video surfaces on the internet. Tim is sitting on a box, watching Dick and Babs play while Jason bats at Bruce's tail, when another cat literally falls on him. A Bengal with a large bell attached to her collar that darts away at Tim's affronted screech. She crouches down, tail flicking, before rolling around like a dog asking to play. Tim watches, unamused.

They end up playing anyway. Bruce also catches her at one point and licks the shit out of her fur, which is dirty as all hell. A post from a tired nurse reveals the kitten to be Stephanie, though Crystal Brown records herself fondly saying hello to her "dear Stephie" and asking how she got outside. Stephanie responds by rolling onto her back and purring.

Tim starts regularly showing up at her window, where they either watch pedestrians or play fight with the window between them (have you ever seen videos of kittens doing that? Cute as shit. They end up bonking their heads against the glass every single time) they officially don't do much more though, as Stephanie is supposed to be a strictly indoor cat. (More videos emerge of Stephanie breaking out while Crystal is at work. Poor nurse is fighting a loosing battle)

After a few weeks, the family relaxes again. Surely that's it, Bruce and his weird kitten collecting is over now.

Then he comes home with a silent Burmese kitten.

Bruce where do you keep getting these. They find nothing on her. As far as they can tell, she's a stray, but she's not injured or ill in any way. There's no identification and she won't speak at all.

(Did you know that cats don't meow into adulthood? Meowing is a baby noise. Cats actual noises are outside of our hearing range, all we can hear are "FUCK OFF LEAVE ME ALONE!" and "IM BABY GIVE ME LOVE!" Cats are taught by those older than them to keep meowing so that they can communicate with us.)

They take her home, and she follows everyone around. She walks on silent feet, often scareing the absolute crap out of however spots her (or trips over her)

One day she's watching Dick intensely, watching the way that Thomas interacts with him. She pads over, sits, and stares at him. He stares back. She tilts her head. He blinks and then Dick calls his attention away by meowing at him. And Cass stares at the both of them. Then she hops up on Thomas's lap, props herself up on his chest with her front legs, and meows at him. He's delighted, she loves being able to ask for shit and communicate, Dick is mostly just grumpy that Thomas stopped petting him.

Then, again surely that's it. Surely. We definitely have the room but Bruce we went from 2 cats to 6 in a month. Slow down. Martha is it just me or does taking care of these cats feel like we just chose to have children in a more convoluted way?

They are wrong.

[meruz]

Lightbox Expo 2023 is over!! Thank you to everyone who stopped by the table. I can't believe I sold out of both my sketchbooks AND my digimon fanbook... (multiple prints too?!)! I'm incredibly grateful... I will have a 2nd print run of both sketchbooks and online orders for the digimon book up in the next couple weeks so please keep an eye out for that!

More gushing abt the weekend under the cut

I sell at an average of idk... 3-4 events a year? So I would consider myself a frequent congoer though not necessarily full time lol. I'm a little jaded like it's not that I don't enjoy going to cons but theres definitely a bunch that feel like just-another-con-weekend to me lol, sometimes it's more work than play I guess. But this con felt really different! For the first time in a while I left a convention feeling really thrilled and giddy that I had been there. The kind of feeling I used to get when I would table at anime cons in highschool! And I think a lot of that is the people I met and talked to and the overall vibes at the event. Oh also I literally just had surgery and going to this con is like the only thing ive done this week besides lay in bed and play Story of Seasons on the nintendo switch and I thought I would be in pain and miserable but actually I HAD SO MUCH FUN...!!!! even when i skipped after-hours socializing every night to go home early and sleep 12 hours lol. SO ANYWAYS. YEAH. IT'S CORNY. BUT I wanna say thank you again to everyone who stopped by the table. Especially all the coworkers and long time mutuals who I met in person for the first time this weekend!! And the long time followers who told me they have been following me since homestuck or naruto or whenever. And college classmates who I haven't seen since graduation, crazy talented underclassmen who I'd never met but stopped by to say hi... So many people who absolutely made my day. SPECIAL thank you to my table partner Emi who is the best and such a good sport and accommodating to the point that I feel ridiculous when she thanks me for anything. And um also thank you to the artists who were cool and nice when I went up to their tables and blurted out 24917596 compliments in rapid succession. or only got one really awkward compliment out to LMAO... I felt so inspired and awe struck by everyone's work! God it was just so cool to be there. I LOVE ART....

Ok yeah thats it. its been a while since ive written a post-con blog post so earnestly lol.. here's my obscene haul photo I was buying stuff at this con like I was dying and couldn't take it with me LMAO.

I'm not gonna go tag everyone because I don't think everyones on tumblr but if you dont mind doing a little google search legwork: big x-men prints from chase conley, prints from jacki li/bguavas, azusa tojo, xanthe bouma, nicodaboy, susan yung, hormstuck, nessa tweneboah, linda liu, ash tahilan, zines also from jason dwyer, ash tahilan, aprilyn cunanan, veggiecakeface, deb lee, dune5and, uhh yoichi nishikawa art book and parakid calendar, stickers again from ash, marie lum, hormstuck, chiou, and emi hartana/crowlets OKAY I THINK I COVERED EVERYTHING THANKS FOR READING

[millie-multifics]

In Another Life

Firefighter!Eddie Munson x Potential Reader

Eddie builds a better life far away from all the misfortune of Hawkins.

Warnings: Mentions of injuries, death and conspiracies.

Word Count: ~1k

Masterlist

Just a little thought I had. I’m open to continuing it if there is interest.

x x x

Much of Hawkins remained blissfully unaware of Vecna’s final emergence and his beasts in the Upside Down, though a certain group of teenagers and their parents were forced to face the tattered remains left in the wake.

Though Eddie had not faced the Upside Down nearly as many times as the people he now considered his closest friends and valued acquaintances, his already challenged life had taken a nose dive right into interdemensial dirt and ash.

The government had edited the narrative from the first precieved notion of Eddie being responsible for the heinous murder of Chrissy Cunningham and others to point the blame to the deceased Jason Carver, even putting in the detail of Max and Eddie being attempted victims to explain away their injuries.

Though Eddie’s life had been less than luxurious before, most of citizens of Hawkins had continued to shun him, not believing the goverment spun web of lies.

Eddie had not dare left the trailer for over a month when Uncle Wayne had sat him down, encouring his beloved nephew to escape the cruel borders of the small town. Wayne had assured Eddie that leaving did not mean he was running from his problems, just looking for peace of mind and the opportunity to shop for groceries without mothers dragging their children out of the store in horror at the sight of him.

Steve had given into his nepotistic expectations, accepting a job at his fathers dealership as a car salesman. His first action of business was buying Eddies beatup van for a lot more than it was worth. Steve was quite nearly fired that same evening when his father discovered the new eyesore on the lot that no one would ever spend a penny on, nevermind $5,000.

The money had gotten Eddie across state lines to Illinois, specifically Chicago where he found himself an older apartment and anonymity. Here his misfortunes had not earned a five page feature in the newspaper, his story and face hadn’t even warranted the front page. He had found a job as a Bartender at an establishment called “Stones Throw” in the middle of the city. Reggie, the owner had interviewed Eddie on the spot. He only had two questions- did Eddie have any bartending experience? And if the obvious metal head could handle listening to different genres of music for hours on end without blowing a gasket? Eddie had debated lying about his lack of serving experience but ultimately was truthful and he could only promise that he would try his very best not to pop his top at patrons jukebox choices. He wasn’t exactly sure why but Reggie hired him on the spot.

Stones Throw is where he met the people who would help change his life for the better. Lacey, the truest example he had ever seen of the term tiny but mighty, she had a glare that had any rowdy patron fleeing before the bouncer even had a chance to toss them out. She had convinced Eddie to seek out a program to finally complete his GED, and she helped him study every night behind the bar. Her elder brother, Joey, frequented the establishment with his fellow Firefighters and their shared love for D&D made them fast friends. It took two years but the O’Ryan siblings had convinced Eddie that he should explore the possibility of becoming a Firefighter as he had the passion and potential to thrive in the field. Joey started inviting Eddie along to the gym, knowing the average build of the metalhead would not equate during training. Eddie slowly began filling out his black uniform t-shirt in a way that drew in plenty of female attention, something he avoided since intimate company meant revealing the deep scars that spanned across his torso from the Demobats sinking their sharp talons into his soft flesh.

The required medical examination had nearly jeopardized Eddie’s eligibility to join the program. The physician concerned with the scars that sunk deep into his tissue. He had fought hard against the comprehension, volunteering to do test after test until the doctor could no longer question his capabilities. Eddie fought the burning in his lungs and the ache in his joints again and again until his body grew used to the physical work. Wayne sat proudly in the first row on the day Eddie graduated from the academy, his other friends from Hawkins occupying a small section in the middle. The Stones Throw was packed full that evening, a party to celebrate Eddie’s success took over the bar. It was the first time in years that all the people who Eddie loved were gathered in one place. A feeling much deeper than content settled in his chest as he watched new and old seemlessly merge into one. Henderson, Wheeler, Byers and Sinclair were talking over each other to give Joey the fill on their D&D characters as he would be joining them for their reunion session the next day. Steve leaned on the bar, completely smitten with everything that was Lacey O’Ryan. Wayne and Reggie shared a table, no doubt sharing stories of Eddie’s shit disturbing tendencies. Robin argued with Max about which song would be played on the Jukebox next, Eddie was tempted to hide the cup of quarters placed next to the machine so he didn’t have to hear another Madonna song.

“For one night and one night only, please welcome to this very humble stage… Corroded Coffin!”

In that moment Eddie thought he had finally made it in life. He was starting a good career, his life was full to the brim with people who loved him and he was finally back on stage for the first time since discovering the Upside Down.

The guitar strings rumbled under his fingertips, a bead of sweat rolled down the nape of his neck as his wild curls swung around his shoulders then his dark eyes met yours across the room and he knew there was just one thing missing from his life.

[officialdailyplanet]

The Dark Truth Behind Bruce Wayne: A Cautionary Tale

By @dottie-mcveigh

In the shadows of Gotham City, a sinister reality lurks beneath the polished facade of one of its most prominent figures—Bruce Wayne.

While the world knows him as a billionaire philanthropist, the truth is far more disturbing. Beneath the surface, @officialbruciewayne is not merely a man of wealth; he is a master of deception, a puppeteer hiding his malevolent intentions behind a mask of charm and benevolence.

For years, rumors have swirled about Wayne’s clandestine activities, whispers that go beyond mere speculation. It is imperative we confront the uncomfortable truth: Bruce Wayne’s empire is built on and for the exploitation of the city’s most vulnerable inhabitants—its children.

Wayne Enterprises has become synonymous with charitable giving, funding orphanages and youth programs, while the reality is much darker. How convenient that the very institutions he donates to also serve as a cover for his nefarious operations. These facilities, meant to protect and nurture, may instead be breeding grounds for the very abuse we hope to eradicate.

Wayne’s carefully curated public image allows him to operate undetected, an illusion that conceals his true nature. His wealth buys silence and compliance, but the walls of this façade are crumbling. It is time to shine a light on the shadows he desperately tries to keep hidden.

Reports of missing children in Gotham have become alarmingly frequent, yet the media remains blissfully ignorant, wrapped in the comfort of Wayne’s reputation. But what if those children are not merely lost? What if they are being ensnared by the very man who professes to protect them? The signs are there, if only people would take off their rose-colored glasses and look closely.

Whistleblowers within Wayne Enterprises have spoken out about troubling practices. Allegations suggest that Wayne uses his influence to silence those who dare to reveal the truth. The very institutions he claims to support could be funneling children into a system that exploits their vulnerability. It’s an intricate web of lies, one that stretches across the city, ensnaring countless innocent lives.

As we confront this disturbing reality, we must raise critical questions that demand answers:

Are Bruce Wayne’s adopted children truly safe in his care or are they subjects of his darker impulses?

What really happened to Jason Todd? Did Bruce, in a moment of rage or to cover up his deviant urges, cross a line that cost a young boy his life?

Could the trauma and secrecy surrounding Todd’s fate be the catalyst for Dick Grayson’s abrupt departure to Blüdhaven?

Was it a desperate escape from an abusive household, a move to protect himself from the same fate?

These inquiries are not just speculative; they are essential to understanding the true nature of the man who walks among us as a celebrated philanthropist and charming dilettante.

It is essential that we confront the myth of Bruce Wayne head-on. He is not a savior; he is a predator hiding in plain sight.

The narrative of a lonely billionaire who once tragically orphaned now takes in young and vulnerable children is captivating, but it obscures the reality of his actions. He is not the kind family man he portrays himself as, and any who seek to unmask him are themselves punished legally, financially and perhaps—with their lives.

I—myself—was sacked from the Gotham Gazette for seeking to dig deeper into Bruce Wayne's complex web of deceit.

We must ask ourselves: how many children have gone missing while Gotham lauds Wayne as a hero? How many lives have been shattered because we chose to ignore the signs? How many more children will this man take, exploit and abuse?

The time for complacency is over. The citizens of Gotham must rise to challenge this injustice. It is our duty to protect the vulnerable, to ensure that our city does not become a breeding ground for predators like Wayne.

Bruce Wayne may hold power, but it is the collective voice of the people that will shine a light on his dark deeds.

Let us not be blinded by his wealth and influence. Instead, let us demand accountability, and work together to unearth the truth.

Only then can we hope to save the innocent children ensnared in Wayne’s insidious grasp and trapped in that mausoleum of abuse. The time for action is now, and together, we can ensure no more children fall prey to a sick man.

Dorothy Moire Mcveigh

Disclaimer: The views expressed in this article are solely those of the author and do not necessarily reflect the views of any organization or individual.

[suzukiblu]

I just wanted to say, yesterday I sat down and binge-read all your Timkon fics, as well as most of the WIPS, and I BADLY want to write some now. I've never really written Tim, tho, since I'm more used to writing Jason. Do you have any tips, or bits of Tim and Kon characterization you consider especially important? (The WIP I've made on my head, if it helps, is (Daemon AU) comics!Tim ends up on Young Justice!Cartoon universe, and he's very, very weirded out by how different Kon is to Conner, and very pissed off that this Conner gets a Daemon while his Kon doesn't have one.)

tbh it kinda depends on where you're trying to go with the fic idea, I'd say? Also why Conner DOES have a daemon and Kon doesn't, probably. Also-also, does Conner even actually have a daemon or is Tim just confused about Wolf or something.

Generally speaking, though, the thesis of Tim is that he is a ride-or-die guy who really fucking COMMITS when he makes a decision. Sure, he'll stalk Batman. Sure, he'll introduce himself to Nightwing and tell him he knows his secret identity. Sure, he'll put on the suit Jason died in to go save Batman and Nightwing from their own stupid selves. Sure, he'll be Batman's emotional support sidekick and lead Young Justice and the Teen Titans and try to clone his dead best friend and run around the planet solo to save Bruce from the timestream. Why not! SOMEBODY'S gotta do it!!

"Somebody's gotta do it" is a lot of Tim's motivation, from what I can tell, haha. He also comparmentalizes really well, is a very talented and skilled detective as his defining Robin skill, uses a bo staff as his signature weapon after convincing Lady Shiva to train him and was the dude who was smart enough to add pants to the Robin suit, and one of his more iconic lines is I think Cassie going, "you lied to Starfire?" and him answering, "I lie to Batman". Which he does. Frequently. Frequently and a LOT-ly. To be fair, Bruce is also a fucking liar, so he deserves it. Tim, however, actually has friends he will ADMIT are his friends without having to be waterboarded into it during an active apocalypse-level crisis.

The boy has no chill. He DISGUISES his lack of chill, but it is fucking nonexistent and the ONLY reason he looks "reasonable" is because his besties are the teen idol superclone with limited life experience and Stephanie "welp my dad's gone supervillain so I'm gonna go kick him in the dick with my intermediate gymnastics" Brown. And then there's Cassie "I'm just gonna ask Zeus for superpowers, natch" Sandsmark.

Also Bart. Also Bart is a thing. Bart is SO MUCH a thing.

So yeah, Tim is a full-stop no-holds-barred insane person, he's just also a better liar than any of his friends. Like so, so much better. AT LEAST THEY HAVE SUPERPOWERS, TIM. AT LEAST THEY'VE GOT THAT. He figured out Bruce's secret identity at NINE 'cuz he went to the circus as a toddler and Dick Grayson's flips were just that sick, and then just didn't tell anybody for FOUR FUCKING YEARS. Four fucking YEARS!! ACTUAL FUCKING YEARS. He just didn't think it was relevant, I guess?!!? So instead he just stalked them with his camera and took cool pics. So many pics. So, so many pics. And he skateboards.

Also he and Kon fucking could NOT stand each other at first because Kon was used to being a solo act and didn't want to answer to anyone else and Tim lacked the ability to convince him to listen to him and they just had VERY different personalities and priorities, and also for a little while in there Match was fucking shit up by pretending to BE Kon, and frankly it's a fucking miracle Tim and Kon didn't kill each other before they ever got to be Titans together, the way they totally failed to get along for the first YJ run.

Seriously, I think they actually had a literal fucking fistfight on Apokolips once, I think that ACTUALLY happened. In the middle of a literal WAR that happened. Tim. Tim, you KNOW better, buddy.

[ultrabananapudding]

HoA gang | Modern Day AU

Here is me brainstorming all the plot lines so bear with me

Salim Othman - Bookstore owner

A combination between Salims love for books and his love for sweets. He also has his radio set up so he can listen to his favorite radio shows (along some frequent visitors).

Jason Kolchek - Firefighter

Wanting to help people is what pushed Jason to pursue this career.

Nick Kay - Veterinarian

Nick is a naturally empathetic person so he is great with animals.

Eric King - Lab technician

Eric is very good with the technical side of things, and he also gets to indulge in his own set of experiments (which mainly has to do with mushrooms).

Rachel Tisdale - Emergency dispatch operator

Rachel is able to stay calm during the most stressful situations and give orders necessary to keep the caller safe.

Clarice Stokes - Doctor

Clarice is canonically a physician in game so it makes sense for het to be a doctor here. Her expertise lies in orthopedics (aka. Broken bones).

The relationship chart:

The main ships:

Jalim

Jason falls first. He gets introduced to Salim via Nick and now Jason swings by whenever he has the time with the excuse that he wants to buy some baked goods (even though Jason doesn't have much of a sweet tooth, and he is definitely not an avid reader).

KingKay

Eric falls first. Nick was the veterinarian to help take care of his dog (named Hericium Erinaceus after Eric's favorite species) and now Eric is teaching his dog "tricks" as to appear ill enough so he could meet Nick again. Nick does catch on pretty early on and he is the one to ask Eric out on a date.

Clarachel

Rachel falls first. Eric introduced Rachel to Clarice as his trusty coworker. Absolutely smitten, Rachel manages to convince Jason to break her hand with a hammer to give her a reason to (organically) meet Clarice again. Had it not been for Nick stepping in, all would have gone according to plan, but alas.

The main friend groups:

Jason, Nick and Clarice

Salim, Rachel and Nick

Eric, Clarice and Salim

[rowenna-887]

Sooo... it's been a long time since a post anything, huh? but i got some explanations for that!

since i think, setptember? my pc broke, so i stayed for a loong time without one (like, six months, or more). But know i have a notebook! That may not be what i really want it, but its better than what i have!

Other things hapenned, like graduation, the "end" of mcl, the beginning of new gen, etc, etc. But know let's focus on what metter! And before i forget, this post was inspired by @candysweetposts post of their ocs!

Meet Marilia, my main oc for New Gen!

some of you may remember about a post her for a long time ago. They're the child of Charlotte and Rayan, and my newcette to jason's route!

(i gonna ask sorry for any misinterpretation of the gender neutral. English is not my first language and i still struggling to understand better. So i will avoid use it to much, but have in mind the Marilia uses She/Her and They/Them pronouns!)

Marilia (or May) is a determined and serious person. They avoid social interaction, being directly and clear when they need to do. She is very efficient and control person. Her color scheme is basically black, white and grey, often using colors like green, purple or blue to give a little bit of color on her look. She sees Jason like a confrount, something (yes, something) who provokes the balance she create in her life, and surprisely, she's falling for it.

Heres Marilia first impressions of Li's:

Amanda: Type of girl who Marilia woud like to make cry in high school.

Roy: He's nice. Too energetic to them, but nice.

Devon: He's efficient e a great boss, something them values in a person. Plus, He remember her father.

Jason: Take them out of the rails. She's fascinated.

Thomas: they identify with him, a lot.

More about Marilia: May discovered herself as a demifemme after college, realizing she actually doesn't identify as boy too, only in the femme spectrum and as agender. They still keeps contact with Haru and Rafael, even though they can't see each other frequently due the distance. She works as graffic designer on Devenementiel. At first, she want to be a stylist, but end up liking more of the designer career, leaving the stylist career as a hobby she does from time to time. They are very creative e never leaves home without her tablet to draw, since it help her to relax too. They have ASD level 1, and is very sensitive to sounds, aways walking with phones or her custom earplugs. Rowenna call her "little buuny" because of her hair, who kinda looks like down bunny ears. She pretend to be mad at it, but she doesn't mind the nickname, since they love rabbits.

[queenjunothegreat]

Aaaaand we are finishing up this event with a silly fluffy Valgrace college AU! Woo!! Just so you all know, today was supposed to be Ghosts/Spirits so I could have been VERY mean to you all. Count your blessings (｡•̀ᴗ-) ♡

For the final time, May I present Ao3 Collection Day Fifteen: Ghostbusters

What he knew: 1) Jason Grace did not believe in ghosts 2) Leo Valdez did not believe in ghosts 3) Jason had a big test in the morning, so he should definitely be at home sleeping 4) Leo frequently got passionately interested in hobbies at the drop of a hat 5) Jason had a very hard time saying no to Leo 6) Leo wanted to go ghost hunting Conclusion: 1) Jason Grace was sitting in an abandoned house in sub-freezing temperatures at one in the morning instead of cozy and warm in his bed because Leo had looked up at him with those big brown eyes and that wide, eager grin and asked if Jason would go ghost hunting with him. *** Leo wants to go ghost hunting. Jason does not want to go ghost hunting but he does anyway. It's a miserable experience, but maybe that's okay Ao3 Anniversary Collection Day Fifteen: Ghosts/Spirits

As Jason sat huddled down in his big puffy coat, hating his life he couldn’t help but wonder how he’d gotten to this point. So, like always, he decided to break it down into a list of facts so that he could maybe understand his situation a bit better.

What he knew:

1) Jason Grace did not believe in ghosts

2) Leo Valdez did not believe in ghosts

3) Jason had a big test in the morning, so he should definitely be at home sleeping

4) Leo frequently got passionately interested in hobbies at the drop of a hat

5) Jason had a very hard time saying no to Leo

6) Leo wanted to go ghost hunting

Conclusion:

1) Jason Grace was sitting in an abandoned house in sub-freezing temperatures at one in the morning instead of cozy and warm in his bed because Leo had looked up at him with those big brown eyes and that wide, eager grin and asked if Jason would go ghost hunting with him.

Unfortunately, figuring out that his own hopelessly romantic tendencies was the source of his own misery didn’t do much to help his current situation, and he grumbled quietly to himself. He was absolutely sure that Piper was going to laugh so hard she wet her pants when she saw him the next day, or rather in a few hours. She kept telling him that he really needed to get control over this whole crush on Leo thing before he wound up really shooting himself in the foot. Foot, meet Bullet, he thought to himself sarcastically.

There was a soft, disappointed sigh, and Jason looked up from where he had his face buried in his scarf to see Leo sliding down the wall on the opposite side of the little hallway. He had his arms crossed tight to his chest, and a small, tight frown puckered his mouth and furrowed his brow. “Well, this sucks,” he muttered viciously, refusing to meet Jason’s eye.

Jason resisted the urge to say something wildly unhelpful like, No, really? I’m having a fantastic time over here, and instead reached out to gently kick Leo’s boot. “I mean, it’s not been that bad,” he lied.

Leo gave him a sour look, clearly seeing through Jason’s attempts to placate him. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but we’re in a burned down house in the middle of winter for absolutely no reason. Not sure how this isn’t ‘that bad.’”

“Technically, winter doesn’t start for another seventeen days.”

“Shut up!” Leo laughed, half-heartedly throwing a blackened chunk of something at Jason and missing by a mile. “You know what I mean!”

Jason did know what he meant, but the sound of Leo’s laughter for the first time in hours had been more than worth being a little pedantic. He got up and crossed the hall to sit down next to Leo. “I dunno what you were expecting, man. Ghosts aren’t real. You know they aren’t real. You wanted to go wind hunting, and, well, we’ve seen plenty of wind.”

Leo sighed again and flopped over to rest his head on Jason’s shoulder, and Jason had to resist the urge to do something embarrassing like fist pump. “It just looked like fun on all the shows.”

Jason raised his eyebrows at him. “You said yourself that all those shows are embarrassingly fake.”

Leo shrugged. “Yeah, the ghost shit is fake, but they all still seem to be having a good time. I didn’t expect us to find proof of ghosts or anything, but I figured we wouldn’t be miserable.”

Jason hummed softly. He wriggled his arm between Leo and the wall so that he could rest it on Leo’s shoulder, and he couldn’t help but puff up in pride when Leo curled in closer to his side like he always did. “So, if you weren’t actually here to look for ghosts, why did you want to do this whole thing?”

Leo didn’t say anything for a moment, he just fiddled with the zipper on Jason’s jacket pocket. Jason was happy to give him all the time he needed, and just let Leo’s warmth and the quiet clinking of plastic coated metal on plastic coated metal wash over him. He had almost drifted off to sleep when Leo finally spoke. “You’ve just been really stressed out lately. I figured you needed a break.”

That got Jason’s attention. “What do you mean?”

Leo shrugged as well as he could still plastered against Jason’s side. “I dunno, man. You’ve been, like, seriously freaked out about finals for almost three weeks now. Even Annabeth didn’t start freaking out until a week ago. I thought that maybe a night of stomping through an old house and getting spooked by the wind would be a good distraction from all that.”

Jason felt his face turn soft with affection. “Well, if it makes you feel any better, I haven’t really thought about my finals all evening. Distraction successful.”

“Fat lot of good that did,” Leo snorted derisively. “Of course you didn’t think about your finals, you were probably thinking about how much you hate me.”

Jason didn’t even dignify that last bit with a verbal response, but he did pull Leo in a bit closer to his side, just to make sure he knew how ridiculous the claim was. “It was really nice of you to try and distract me from finals. You’re right, I was definitely spiralling, and I needed to do something other than more studying before I lost my mind.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Jason smiled softly. Then he winced. “That being said, I do kind of wish that your distraction wasn’t a late-night thing. Or at least wasn’t a late-night thing the night before my test.”

Leo stiffened, then pulled away so that he could look Jason in the eye. Jason clenched his teeth to bite back the hiss of discomfort when the cold rushed in to replace Leo’s warmth. “What do you mean by that?” Leo asked.

Jason furrowed his brow. “I mean that I have a 9:00 final tomorrow. Well, today, actually. This was a really nice thing for you to do, but the timing wasn’t exactly the best.”

Leo gave him a funny look like he was biting back a laugh. “Jason, you don’t have a final today. It’s Sunday. We left our place at 11 on Saturday night.”

Jason blinked at him, baffled. “What?”

“You had the day off on Friday, remember?” Leo prompted. “You spent two days at home, so your brain probably registered yesterday as Sunday.”

Jason blinked and ran through his memory. In all honesty, his memory from the time he’d started his studying frenzy had been a little fuzzy, but now that Leo had laid it all out, everything was starting to fall into place. He fished out his phone, just to double check and sure enough SUN was spelled out right beneath the time of 1:19. He heaved a deep sigh and shoved the phone back in his pocket. “Well, that’s a relief.”

“Really?” Leo scoffed. “You really thought I’d drag you out the night before your statistics exam?”

Jason paused and gave Leo a curious look. Leo couldn’t even list when his own exams were. “You know my exam schedule?”

“Uh, duh.”

“Why?”

Leo froze like a child who’d been caught with their hand in the cookie jar, and he cut his gaze away from Jason, his cheeks growing a shade or two darker. “This is really important to you. You care about this, and, well, I care about you, so I care about this, too, I guess.”

Jason stared at him in complete shock for a moment. He’d never really know if it was the stress of the past three weeks or his lack of sleep catching up to him or the absurdity of the situation or just his own feelings temporarily overwhelming him, but in one split second, Jason grabbed Leo’s cheeks in his hands and pulled him in for a kiss. 

It didn’t start out as a good kiss. Leo had gone stiff as a board in complete shock, which led to Jason panicking for a moment, but then Leo melted. He kissed Jason back, more lazy contentment than Jason’s frantic impulse, and they slotted together more naturally. Leo still managed to knee Jason in the gut, clambering into his lap, but Jason had far more important things to worry about. Leo had more than stolen the air from his lungs anyway. 

They sat there kissing for who knows how long until the house shifted heavily around them, letting out a loud CREAK that had them leaping apart from one another like they’d been tased. Jason looked up at Leo, who was panting, eyes wide with fear same as Jason. They sat there frozen in terror for several seconds before they burst into simultaneous laughter.

“Come on,” Leo grinned, getting to his feet and offering Jason a hand. “Let’s go home, yeah?” Jason gladly took the hand and let Leo pull him up, and he didn’t bother to say that he’d go anywhere, so long as it was Leo who asked him to.

He got the feeling Leo already knew. 

[thomasrheault]

AU character!

Turin M̶e̶n̶d̶a̶l̶ Dolga LI: Thomas Rebel Hair Color: Black with almost inobservable white streaks which are the result of poliosis. Eye Color: Originally red but she mostly uses black eye contacts Likes: Astronomy, art, debates, luxurious places/things Turin Mendal is Jason's little sister

Backstory: The Mendal family was under lots of threats due to their nefarious activities that formed the main strategy of Goldreamz company. Turin had experienced one of the most catastrophic thing a 10 year-old-child could experience- to witness the bombing of their own house with their parents inside the building. Luckily both Jason and Turin were outside the building, physically getting no harm from the attack. From that day Jason started to run the Goldreamz company while taking care of his little sister as well. He sent her to private schools until she reached a certain age. To keep his sister away from such severe threaths, Jason mostly kept her away from public before creating a fake identity for her. Later affording her a villa which was in a less populated area. He frequently visits his beloved sister in her villa.

With a fake identity, Turin works as an agent for Goldreamz's benefit. She is a serious young woman. Her way with words are very potent. For his brother's sake, she had manipulated many, one could even say she is specialized in it. There were almost no one to suspect her when she worked as a 'casual worker' in companies which were mostly Jason's decleared enemies.

Turin valued knowledge, often searching about her intelectual interests. Thanks to that, she came across Thomas' writings about various topics which were as qualified as reaserch articles. As - That was the reason why Jason insisted her to join Devenementiel after he found out that she was interested in Thomas. Even though Turin mentioned that it was a vague interest, it didn't stop Jason from trying to get these two closer as it was his priority to satisfy his sister. And since normallly Turin showed almost no enthusiasm towards anything nor to anyone, now this was a perfect chance! [Jason called Thomas to ask him to join his company but Thomas refused]

(On this story there weren't any Devenementiel and Goldreamz rivarly to begin with, Jason just made it up so he could have an excuse for his sister to work alongside with Thomas. At the time when Turin started the work at Devenementiel, she informed Jason about various things rather frequently. Not to seem suspicious, she did so with an another smartphone in her villa; not in the office. She didn't hesitate to give all the information. Jason reasoned out that it'd be wise for her to get closer to Thomas since he knew quite a lot. And since it was for her brother's business, she didn't show much of her feelings towards Thomas despite getting closer to him to learn information.

DISCLAIMER!!! Remember that this is an AU, so some things may not have a common ground with the original story. [WIP story]