#hi jase <3

[aloneinentropy]

an MCU stan just shot martin scorscese dead in the street and its actually getting a hugely positive response from the fandom and kevin feige just started a press conference but hes not saying anything hes just standing there trying to replicate homelander's smile

[rickybaby]

Genuine question as I am curious — I know it’s pretty obvious with his expressions/ body language that Daniel seemed shy/insecure(?) about having his braces, but has he ever outright said anything about feeling that way with them? Just out of curiosity as I am new around here!

“I feel very different in terms of looks. Fortunately, experience also bought me better looks. I’m not really too fond of showing people photos of me when I was younger”

[marcusagrippa]

anakin was not born with the teeth of a star-eater, ferrous-black and always dripping blood. his halo did not used to shine so brightly that it hurt his master's eyes, his skin did not always shift and ripple like the surface of a newly-forming planet as the magma churns beneath. his eyes used to be soft and blue and human. he did not grow into his own radiance like it was an oversized sweater, nor did it grow from within him, transforming him gradually from within; his greatness was thrust upon him by a creature who whispered dark promises with the voices of a thousand evil men. he does not want it, this power, and it does not want him.

he is glad his mother has never known him like this. in the depths of his spiralling despair he finds himself almost glad she died, so that she remembers him as human and not... this. supernova child, borne of the cosmos. sky-walker. he is not the son of the stars, he is the son of shmi - wide-eyed boy, sunburnt cheeks, shock blonde hair. the galaxy will not remember him that way.

they will know him as monstrous. she knew him as kind.

[jase-is-ace]

Sonic 3 I'm begging you let Shadow cry. Let him sob.

[there-wolf]

Jasonnie Incorrect Quotes #2

Donnie: I don't need to go to bed. I'm not tired, I'll be fine.

Jason: But, darling, I'll be so lonely without you. Come curl up in my arms so I can feel whole again.

Donnie: O-oh. Well. Are you trying to seduce me into healthy sleeping patterns??

Jason: Is it working?

[jgracie]

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ CLINGY

jason grace x gn!reader

masterlist | rules

an shoutout to anon who brought this to my attention… had to write something small for it <3 also they’re in uni in this!

sleep hasn’t been coming to you as easily as you wished it would

exam season had finally ended and to you, this was the perfect time to unwind and catch up on all the sleep you missed pulling all-nighters and having last minute cram sessions. except you couldn’t

you tried everything: drinking warm milk, putting away any electronics an hour before bed, running around and absolutely exhausting yourself and even praying to hypnos, the god of sleep, but nothing seemed to work

this was why you were awake at 4:17 in the morning, trying to get out of the death grip jason had you in. your boyfriend would deny it whenever you jokingly brought it up in the morning, but you knew how clingy he got at night. you didn’t mind it, in fact you thought it was quite endearing, but it was something he was a little insecure about

jason knew the feeling of losing things all too well - the guy lost 15 years’ worth of memories, after all - so it was only natural for him to cling to you once you came into his life, afraid you’d be ripped away from him like everything and everyone else. no matter how much you emphasized the fact that you weren’t going anywhere, he still couldn’t help but worry

slowly but surely, you rolled out of the clutches of your snoring boyfriend and tip-toed to the kitchen, desperately in need for some air and a glass of water. what you’d forgotten was the fact that a life of battle training meant jason was an extremely light sleeper

“what’re you doing?” you heard jason say softly from behind you, startling you as he wrapped his arms around your waist. you smiled, turning yourself around to face him and gently cradling his head. you grinned at the expression he sported, one of pure betrayal, while he, of course, melted into your touch

stroking his cheek, you replied, “couldn’t sleep again, thought maybe some water would help.” jason hummed in response, his brows furrowing. he hated to see you so exhausted after you worked so hard on your grades. unbeknownst to you, he’d been praying to hypnos and a couple other gods to help you get to sleep too

“tomorrow, we’ll build hypnos a shrine outside our apartment, but for now, come back to bed. 50th time’s the charm?” you giggled at this - even half asleep, jason kept his witty humour

suddenly, he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder, laughing at the way you yelped before relaxing in his hold. walking you back to your bedroom, jason put you down on the bed and tucked you in (taking a moment to admire you in the process, of course) before getting into bed himself, making sure there was some distance between you

you pouted and reached for him, hating when he felt ashamed for wanting to be touched, hating the ideas camp jupiter drilled into him that seemed to stick despite him losing his memory

“jase, it’s okay, i want this too,” you mumbled, wrapping his arm around you the way he always did once he finally entered deep sleep. as usual, his eyes widened at your words. you affirmed this to him whenever you could and yet this time was the first he didn’t pull away. instead, he nodded and inched closer to you. you smiled, proud of his progress

at 5AM, hypnos seemed to finally have answered your pleas, and for the first time in weeks, you finally fell asleep

[crownofgildedlilies]

hihihi can i request jason grace x reader with the summer prompt 4/blushing prompt 3? either both of them tg or just one of them whatever works for u!!

all of the blushing prompts scream jason i simply do not make the rules!

summer #4: wearing sundresses and your partner can't get enough

blushing #3: a tries to hide their blush from b, but b doesn't let them

based on this post opening requests for blurbs with specific prompts!

sun dresses are so in!

pairing: jason grace x female!demigod!reader

Jason Grace was trained from the moment he was left in the care of Lupa the Wolf to be a perfect Roman gentlemen.

Something that he still upheld, even months into dating you.

Your hand was tucked into his as the two of you strolled through New Rome, no destination in mind and a whole summer afternoon to waste with each other.

"And then I was thinking that maybe later we could—" You stopped your rambling, spotting the look on your boyfriend's face. Like he was listening, but not entirely, a dazed expression in his eyes and a smile on his lips. "Jase?"

"Oh! Uh, yeah, whatever you want." He nodded, cheeks flushing at whatever he had been distracted by. Frowning in confusion, you stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, but Jason still refused to look at you.

With the hand that wasn't holding his, you reached up to grab his chin, gently angling his face so that he was forced to look at you.

"You're blushing, Grace." Your frown melted into a teasing grin, which only made his cheeks darken to a deeper shade of red. "What's got you so hot and bothered?"

Maybe it wasn't fair of you to enjoy the color rising up his neck as much as you did, but you couldn't help it in the slightest.

Jason mumbled something incoherent, and you shot him a pointed look, asking without words for him to clarify.

"Your dress," He said, blue eyes avoiding yours even as your grin turned into a smirk. "I like it. It makes you look really nice. Not that you don't always look nice!"

Of course, you had heard about how sundresses were like kryptonite to guys. You would be lying if you said your current outfit wasn't created with that knowledge in mind, but never had you expected how flustered Jason would get at seeing you in a sundress.

"You're cute when you blush." You grinned, tugging his chin down towards your face for an easy kiss that he quickly obliged you. When you attempted to pull back, he chased after your lips for another peck before standing tall, cheeks still rosy. "I think I'm going to have to get more sundresses."

"Yes, please."

[xoxochb]

im so bad at requests but i saw ur post asking for song suggestions for fics to base off of and i think u should do “so high school” by taylor swift if it’s not done already <33

jason or leo x reader would fit well but everything else is ur choice!!

⋆·˚ ༘ * I feel so high school every time I look at you

warnings: all of part two is an intense make out, and part one, two, and three all have sexual insinuations but I think that’s it

pairing: american footballer! jason grace x nerd! fem reader

A/N: this song needs to be injected in my veins

1. you know how to ball, I know aristotle

“do you want my help or not?” you throw your pencil on your bed

“yes, yes, I’m sorry” jason stifles a laugh

“alright, then act like it. this paper is due tomorrow, einstein.” you pick up your pencil “okay, you can do division, right?”

“of course I can! who do you think I am?” he places a hand on his chest to show is (dramatic) shock

you hit his head with your pencil, “I know you’re smart, I know you, but you’ve got to use your brain for something other than football”

“yes ma’am” he picks up his pencil and moves his position on your bed from in front of you to beside you

“then let’s do it! the more time you was the less time we can actually hang out and talk and stuff” you point to his paper, encouraging him do his homework

“hang out and talk, except there’s not going to be a lot of talking-”

you cut him off with an elbow to his rib cage, and he holds his stomach dramatically

“I am your boyfriend! what did I do to deserve such treatment?” he gives you puppy eyes

“you’re an idiot, that’s what you are” you roll your eyes

“that is also your boyfriend” he pokes your cheek, and you hit is hand away

“let’s get to work, do you want to do this all night?” you sigh

“no because I really wanna-”

you cut him off again, but this time with a hard slap of your hand to his head

2. your friends are around so be quiet, I’m trying to stifle my sighs

“jase-”

your cut off with a kiss

“jason” you push him off

“y/n, I love you, but please shut up” he pulls you back in

but you pull pack and he pouts, “jason, we have to go”

“we don’t have to go you know?” he squeezes your waist and kisses your jaw

you sigh. who are you to resist him?

you pull him back in, and you let yourself lay down so he can have easier access to your lips

you let him slip his hands underneath your shirt as the kisses get messier

“you’re so beautiful” he mumbles against your lips

his hands slides his hands higher up, your shirt which is basically half-off at this point

he trails his kisses lower, you tug on his hair at the action, and he lets out a content sigh

you put your hands on the back of his neck, pulling his lips back to yours

he moves his hands to the hem of your shirt, “can I?”

“I’m literally begging you, please do”

he laughs and does as you ask

you try your best to pull his lips impossibly closer to yours

“so beautiful” he pulls away for a second to look at you with lovestruck eyes

you pull him back in, and between breathless kisses you say, “just keep kissing me, idiot”

3. you knew what you wanted, and boy you got her

you wake up the next morning to the smell of cooking. pancakes could it be?

you reach for jason only to find out he’s not beside you

you stand up from the bed and make your way to the kitchen, where you find your blond boyfriend indeed cooking pancakes, and what you also notice is that he’s shirtless

oh god he’s hot you think

“I could say the same about you” he laughs

your eyes widen, “did I say that out loud?”

“I could lie and say no” he slides the pancakes onto a plate

“you’re stupid” you walk over to the counter, sitting on it, and he stand between your legs, hands on your hips

“you look good in my shirt” he smirks, looking down at the shirt you had on, which was his

you smile, “and you look good without one”

“I think I figured that out last night”

you hit his shoulder and shake your head, “there’s something wrong with you”

“you love me” he kisses you

you hum in agreement, “I love you”

4. I feel like laughing in the middle of practice

you loved watching your boyfriend’s football games almost as much as you love your boyfriend

what you love even more is when he wins and comes running over to you, forgetting about the fact he even won the game

he ran over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist, picking you up and spinning you around, and you throw your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a tight hug

you laugh, and pull him in for a kiss

“I told you I’d win for you” he whispers, pulling away

you smile widely, pulling him in again

you hear his teammates calling for him behind you, but you know he doesn’t care what they have to say, because all he cares about is having you in his arms after yet another great game

[makethatelevenrings]

I have no idea if the bingo card is finished yet or not (last i checked there were a few left!!)

but "What did you just say?" with Jason <3 idk it sounds...angst in a way and while I value my heart i do like a good "gasp??" read.

mwah mwah mwah <3

I said I was going to take a break tonight. I wrote this in an hour. I am a liar to myself.

He flinched when the hand landed on his shoulder. Jason Todd, the scourge of the underworld and solid wall of muscle, flinched at the touch of his partner. He shrugged you off and moved to the other side of the room so he could start stripping off his weapons and placing them in their respective cases. He’d be damned if he left a knife or gun somewhere you couldn’t see and you accidentally injured yourself.

Fuck. He was just a walking red flag for you. His very presence was a danger to your life. How many times had someone come close to you because you were Jason Todd’s partner? He could only dread the amount of people that would follow if they knew he was the Red Hood.

“What’s going on, Jase?” you asked quietly. You didn’t try to come any closer and instead you sat down on the end of the bed and watched as he went through the post-patrol motions.

“Nothing.” His voice was gruff and low as usual, but you could sense something under the veneer of ice and metal that coated that one single word. Your eyes narrowed and you repeated yourself, slower and with more intention.

“What is going on in that pretty head of yours, Jay?”

“I said nothing so stop fucking pushing,” he snapped. He slammed the lid of his gun safe a little harder than normal and he winced. He was glad his back was turned to you because he didn’t want to see the look on your face. Hell, he didn’t want you to see the look on his face. He was doing this to protect you. To keep you out of this life and away from the blood that he could never clean out from under his nails.

“No.”

The word was crisp and it cut through the silence that enveloped the apartment. Jason’s hands hovered over his thigh holsters and then his shoulders tightened. He turned around to face you, all six feet and three inches of pure muscle looming over you like a warning. His lips curled up into a sneer before he spat out his next sentence.

“What did you just say?” Venom laced his mouth and spat out into every word, coating his tongue with hatred and rage. For a brief, vicious moment, he relished in the way your nose twitched and your brows sank for just a moment, but then the venom turned to the burning acid of bile in his throat at the realization that he was hurting you from his words. He didn’t even need to use his fists.

You composed yourself and he blanched for a moment when he saw the way your hands curled up into the sleeves of his hoodie that hung off of your body. You looked so small in that moment even though he knew your personality could capture an entire room.

“I said no. I said no because you don’t get to tell me to not push. Because I know what you’re doing.”

That little hitch in your voice was nearly enough to bring him to his knees but he just glanced away and crossed his arms over his chest, as if they would defend his heart from you. As if you didn’t already hold his heart in the gentle cup of your hands.

“And if this is how you want it to go, Jason Peter Todd, then so be. So fucking be it.” Rage sparked in your eyes and he flinched just barely under the shaking tone of your voice that reeked of barely suppressed anger. “But I’m not going to sit here and let you self-destruct our life because you think that by pushing me away that you’re doing me a favor. You can take that notion right out of your head because I’m not leaving even when you’re being the biggest dick alive.”

You stood up now and your pointer finger jabbed into his chest. He could barely feel it through his body armor, but the pressure grounded him. Tears shone in your eyes and his face fell. God, you were always so good at reading him. He should have known you would catch on within seconds.

“My love has made me selfish. I cannot exist without you,” you whispered. Your jabbing finger turned into a delicate, open palm pressed against his covered heart. He dropped his head onto your shoulder and let out a long, shuddering breath.

“I am forgetful of everything but seeing you again,” he announced to his traitorous mind. He sank to his knees and pressed his forehead against your stomach. You cradled him to you, your fingers running through his sweat-soaked hair.

“I’m sorry,” he breathed. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

“I know. I know you are. I know you’ll do this again.” He had these moments after particularly violent nights. All brute strength and barbed words in the hopes that you would leave him because he knew that he was strong enough to go head to head with metahumans, but he would never be strong enough to walk out on you.

“You should leave me,” he voiced his thoughts.

“Shhh.” Your nails scratched across his scalp and he pressed himself closer to you. What a sight he made. A man kneeling in penance at the altar of his deity. He could offer nothing but his broken vessel, but you always accepted it and filled it with love, even when it leaked out and spilled onto the floor.

His fingers clutched at your hips and you laid a gentle hand on the back of his neck, your skin soft against his armor. He should pull away. He shouldn’t let his gear touch you. Taint you.

“Stop thinking,” you ordered. “Whatever you’re thinking, just let it pass. Focus on me.”

This would happen again. Not tomorrow. Tomorrow he would wake up before you and make your favorite breakfast, not as an apology but as a thanks. He would lay on the couch with his head in your lap as you read aloud whatever you were currently reading. He would kiss you with the sweetness you deserve and love you with the heart he should have.

But when he came home with that look in his eyes in a month or maybe even in a year, and he got ready to push you away, you would simply sit on the edge of the bed and bring a grown man to his knees.

[slasherx]

may i request headcanons for what jason thinks of the nicknames his s\o calls him? like 'my jason', 'cutie', 'handsome', or her 'big bear'? <3

Oh thats such a cute idea!

Content: Jason Voorhees x gn!Reader

Warnings: None

Notes: This is one of my favorite GIF's of Jason :3 this was also kinda short...sorry

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I've said this before but I will reiterate - Jason is not used to affection and wont be until you're a year or a year and a half into the relationship. Mans has had it rough, give him a break

So when you first called him anything, he didn't even register that you were talking to him

He walked right past you as you called after him, then finally you said "Jason!"

He whipped around to you, on high alert because you seemed to urgently call for him

"I've been trying to get your attention, hon." You walk closer to him

Oh. Oh.

Even then, since Jason's never dated anyone before he would have to get used to the nicknames and get used to being called them. They are very different from what people usually call him

When he's angry (and this man has a TEMPER) he doesn't want to be called anything...except baby. Call him your baby and he's melting into you and calming down

It gets to a point where you only call him Jason when you're serious, angry, or having sex with him

His favorite things you call him are obviously baby, your big bear, Jase, and Jay-jay

He wishes he could speak so he could give you nicknames back, hes envious if people in your life give you nicknames and he knows about it :(

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Here's my masterlist, in case you like what you see and want to request more!

[distorted59]

girlll im thinking about modern 90s jason (black album era w the undercut fr) and i literally feel like he'd be such a good boyfriend likeee youre definitely his lockscreen and his homescreen

i need more to read abt this man😣😣🙏🙇‍♀️

OH DEFINITLEY!!!!!

He's such a sweetheart!!! very romantic and also a goofbal, but he can also be pretty intimidating and agressive.

like, he can be so overly sweet with you, all lovey-dovey shit. sweet little kisses here and gentle touches there. but, if he feels like it, he would rawdog you with any chance he'd get.

if we're talking about modern!90sJason, he would in fact have you everywhere on his phone. lockscreen, homescreen, and widgets!! cute little pics of the two of you <3.

literally texts you everyday;

"Hey, baby. I just wanna say i luv you <3!"

"Aww! I luv you too Jase <3!"

would he sent you freaky pics? definitley.

he makes you laugh so much, he has such a good heart. just wants to show you his love in any way he can. lots of cuddles and you can really talk to him about anything, he'll always listen. <3

whenever he comes home and is tired, cause the boys have been nagging on him all day. either slow, heartfelt and comforting sex. where you hold him in your arms all night. shushing him and saying that everything will be alright, and that he's very talented.

or

he would pound into you from behind, gripping your hips so tight it sure as hell is going to leave some bruises for you to find the next day.

"Mine." he says through gritted teeth. "only mine, fuck i needed this."

he pounds harder into you and you can barely keep yourself upright. your knees and elbows hurt and you're starting to shake.

"keep up for me, pretty girl, c'mon."

yes, me loooooves Jason <3

[astral--horrorshow]

Around-The-Clock Shadows

Platonic Yandere ROTTMNT x Reader

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

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

《Previous Chapter》

Chapter 3: A Room With No View

Characters: Raph, Leo, Donnie, Mikey

A/N: I'm so so so sorry for the wait!! I had a nasty case of writers block for a while!! I'm going to try to upload every thursday, but that might change if the series continues into the school year.

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

TW: Kidnapping, toxic relationships, reader gets hit with a tranq

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

Chapter Summary: The brothers finally take you home

Word Count: 1400

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Your sock-footed shuffled across the carpet in your hallway, and into the bathroom. As you scrubbed your teeth free of any plaque that had built up over the day, your thoughts wandered to your favorite jacket and the Purple Dragons. Your jacket had been ruined, somehow. It had juice all over it! You didn't even know how it happened, and now it was runied! Even when you had ran it through the wash for the gajillionth time! You huffed sadly, forcing your thoughts to turn to your friends. They were acting weird. Kendra had been even more snappish and irratable, and she took it all out on Jase, who seemed relieved about something, but you couldn't fathom what.

Putting your toothbrush back in the mug on the sink, you started to head towards your bedroom when you heard footsteps. They were gradually growing louder, though you couldn't feel them.

The footsteps stopped.

You clenched your eyes shut, hoping that whoever it was would go away.

Then suddenly, a voice broke the uncomfortable quiet.

"Should I try to hide

The way I feel inside

My heart

For you?"

You opened your eyes again, recognizing the sound of the record player. You laughed at yourself as you went to turn it off. You should've remembered that the song opened up with footsteps. You finally headed to bed, relieved. You, ignoring how the record player was even turned on in the first place, assured yourself that you were in your own home, and you were perfectly safe.

Oh, how wrong you were.

When you were walking back to your bedroom, you felt a sharp pain in your neck. It was sudden, and before you had even been able to reach up and see what it was, you fell unconscious, your face plummeting towards the floor. Leo knocked Mikey out of the way and ducked under Raph’s arm to catch you, scooping you up before you could even hit the ground. He supported your back and the underside of your knees with his arms, pulling you close to his chest and spinning around. When his spin turned him towards his brothers, they were glaring at him, clearly irretated at his antics.

Leo merely grinned in response to their narrowed eyes and crossed arms, simply strolling past them towards the front door. His brothers shook off their annoyance, and excitement and relief bubbled in them as they walked out the door and shut it behind them, marking the last time you would ever see your home again.

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You felt terrible.

That is, your body felt terrible. Your mouth was dry and you could feel the bitter taste of the air on your tongue. Your entire being felt rusty, slow, wrapped in cotton and unable to move or produce a single coherent thought other than, “I feel terrible”.

You felt weak, and your bones ached like you were 100 years old. You opened your eyes to be greeted with a dark gray ceiling in a dimly lit room. Though it was extremely difficult, you pulled yourself upright, observing the place you were in. You were in a large bed with tons of stuffed animals, pillows, and blankets adorning it, in an odd bedroom. It looked like somebody furnished an underground bunker, because the walls were made of dark gray stone, and there wasn’t a window in sight. Turning your gaze to the bedside, you silently gasped and threw your hand to your mouth, which made a loud slap echo throughout the room. The creature that made you react the way you did was a sort of humanoid turtle wearing a bright orange bandana around his head. He looked up from his sketchbook, and his gaze locked on you.

Not for long, though, as his eyes lit up and he squealed in what you could only recognize as euphoria as he dropped the sketchbook and pencil he was using to the ground launched forwards at you, capturing you in an embrace that left your ribs aching and your lungs desperate for oxygen.

You panicked internally, who was this? What was he? What were you even doing there? Questions, panic, and fear mixed into a cocktail of emotions in your head, it was all too overwhelming for you. When he finally released his grip on you, he brought his three-fingered hands to your cheeks, and began to pinch and squeeze them like he was a grandmother doting on her grandchildren.

“You’re finally awake!”

You jumped at the sudden sound of his voice, and you tried to pull away from his blue-green hands. To no avail, however, as he had an iron grip and you had a weakened body. “Where am I?” You asked him, voice scratchy from dehydration. “Oh, you poor thing,” he cooed, “Have a drink!” He grabbed a water bottle from the bedside table, and when you tried to reach out and grab it, he held it away from you. “Let me do that!” He cheerfully said, screwing the cap open and finally letting you hold it, although he kept his hands extremely close, as if afraid you might drop it. Feeling the cold, sweet water slide down your dry throat was akin to drinking nectar from the heavens. You tried to drink the entire bottle in one go, but the creature once again pulled the bottle away. “Don’t drink too fast, you’ll drown!”

Feeling much better, you asked your question again. “Where am I?” He gazed at you for a moment, before snapping back into his cheerful demeanor. “Oh, I have to call the rest of your new brothers! They’ll be so thrilled!” Before you could even wonder who the “rest of your new brothers” were, he opened the door, which you leaned forwards to try and see out of, and yelled down the hallway, his voice echoing, "HEY, GUYS, THEY'RE AWAKE!" You jumped yet again at his sudden yell, not knowing his voice could be that loud. Footsteps thundered down the hall from both directions, all sounding different. Three more of the creatures burst through the doorway, all of them different in many ways, but you could tell that they were all turtles. The giant one in a red mask held out his arms and approached slowly, like you were a small animal he was attempting to pick up.

"Hi, little buddy," he softly said, creeping ever closer. You instinctively backed up as far as you could go, frightened and confused. "What's wrong?" He asked, his arms lowering and his head tilting to the side. He actually looked confused about your discomfort.

You swallowed harshly, your widened eyes looking up at the turtles fearfully.

"I-" But before you could even get your sentence out, the one in purple spoke for you. "They're obviously confused, Raph," He said, putting a hand on his hip and frowning dissaprovingly at him. "I thought we all agreed that we were going to introduce ourselves first,"

"Raph was getting to that!" He said, his energy in the sentence leagues different than the soft demeanor he had just seconds earlier. He stood upright and cleared his throat, his head now turned away from the purple guy. He faced you again, a sweet smile on his face. "My name is Raph, little bud. These all are all of your new brothers," He said, gesturing around, "I'm the oldest!" He exaclaimed cheerfully, pointing his thumb to his chest and being the second to not elaborate on the "new brothers" part. The purple one stepped forwards, about to introduce himself, but the one in blue shoved him to the side and stepped directly in front of you. "I'm Leo, and I'm only just about the greatest ninja around these parts!" He boasted, also pointing a thumb to his chest.

"Yeah, okay, 'Nardo," the purple one said, shoving Leo in return. "Ahem. I am Donatello," it was all he had to say, and he looked down at you, as if he was studying you or something. "And I'm Mikey!" The orange one chimed in, raising an arm in the air. Once he was done speaking, they all looked down at you with something sinister in their eyes. "Okay..." You spoke with hesitation, "...Where am I?"

They all stared at you, and you froze. There was something more than sinisterness in their eyes. Raph spoke up.

"You're home, of course!"

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A/N: I'm sorry ya'll I originally tried to delete the part where Donnie is called a purple guy but i couldn't make myself. Also, chapters are probably gonna get a little longer from this point onwards!

Taglist <3: @yanteetle @ssak-i @oleander-nin @averagerottmntsimp @katswritingcorner

[sibillascribbles08]

B2 for Jasonnie Art Meme. From "You Have to Let Him Go".

Go on.

I dare you >:3

Donatello would always concede the argument, but knew in his heart that Jase was wrong. He was fragile. He was so fragile. Just look at him now. Even with an armored suit all it took was one blast to rip him away in a matter of seconds. There hadn’t even been time to help. No time to get in a goodbye, an I love you, a please don’t leave me.  Maybe Donatello was mumbling those things now, he couldn’t be sure. His vision wouldn’t focus. The area around him vanished. The only thing he was aware of was Jase’s cheek pressed against his, growing colder and colder by the second.  He heard his brothers speaking nearby, but didn’t register any of the words. He wouldn’t look up to listen better, wouldn’t move. If he let go of Jase then it really was over. He’d be giving up on him. There was a chance. There had to be a chance. He couldn’t lose Jase. Not like this. Not like this. 

Lmao okay.

ID under the cut

[ID: Two images of the same digital drawing. A future design of Donatello from Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles is kneeling on the ground and cradling Jason, a human, in his arms. Jason's face is hidden from view, tucked next to Donatello's, and he's hanging limp in Donatello's grip. Donatello has tears streaming down his face as he stares forward in shock. Behind Donatello is nothing but darkness and a few vague shapes that are blue, red and orange from left to right.

The second image is from the same drawing, but a close up of Donatello's face to better see his expression.]

[p-strahm]

ok we can talk about different things :DDD ill actually introduce myself cuz i think jase knows its me by now so hi im saturn :3

-🪐

Well, nice to properly meet you Saturn. Nice name.

[there-wolf]

Jasonnie Incorrect Quotes #1

Donnie: You got a date yet Jason?

Jason: No...

Donnie: Well you do now! Get your ass up and hold my hand!

[jgracie]

BUZZCUT SEASON

masterlist | rules

in which jason’s monthly trim turns into something much bigger

pairing jason grace x gn!reader

warnings i mention that reader changes their hair often!

an for all the buzzcut jason enthusiasts <3 this is very overdue so sorry my loves and thank u for ur patience with me xx 💌

after you trimmed jason’s hair for him one morning on the argo, the ship quiet save for your whispered confessions of love and the snipping of scissors, it became tradition for you to always do his hair for him - you’d insisted the next time you caught him hacking away at his gorgeous blond locks, and who was he to deny you?

every time you did it, you’d cut jason’s hair the same way, the roman way. it was the only way jason knew, and he wasn’t one to experiment; that was more your thing. in the years jason has known you for, his hair had stayed the same while you’d sported a bob, bangs and several different colours of hair, all of which he found you effortlessly beautiful in

jason admired you for the way you embraced change without a second thought. sometimes, he wished he wasn’t so afraid of something so inevitable. often, he prayed he’d finally muster up the courage to shed his old skin

“jase, stop moving, i really don’t wanna mess this up,” you said, giggling as you ran your fingers through jason’s grown out hair. as you did so, you recalled the first time you’d trimmed jason’s hair for him, marveling at how soft it was

the boy heeded your command and sat as still as he could, but said nothing. this worried you. despite not being the loudest, jason often engaged in your banter, and you’d expected some comment about how you could never mess up in his eyes to leave his pouted lips

a noah kahan song played from the living room - you’d forgotten to take the vinyl off its player - and filled the comfortable silence you were in. jason silently stared at himself in the mirror as strands of his hair landed on his shoulders, intently watching himself morph into the jason everyone knew: the son of jupiter, the praetor, the champion of juno, the son of rome

he snapped out of his thoughts once he heard you say, “all done!” with a bright smile plastered on your face as you pinched his cheeks. jason gave you a small smile of his own and mumbled his thanks, but a horrible feeling gnawed at his heart, eating him alive. was this really who he was? is this who he’ll always be? will he always be clinging onto a past he could barely recall?

jason’s eyes followed you as you put the scissors back where they belonged, right next to the razor. that day had finally come

“wait,” he said, his voice louder than he expected it to be. you turned and raised your eyebrows, waiting for him to elaborate, “i want it off.”

your voice went up an octave as you asked, “off? like a buzzcut?”

he nodded, fiddling with the single ring he had on his finger. despite it being his own hair, jason found himself hoping he hadn’t offended you in some way

he hadn’t. you grabbed the razor and motioned for him to sit back down, knowing jason better than he knew himself meant you knew how much the simple act of changing the way he wears his hair means to him

the sound of the razor’s buzzing accompanied noah kahan’s northern attitude and you met the eyes of jason’s reflection. “are you sure about this?” yours seemed to ask, despite already knowing the answer they were going to receive. jason’s bright blue ones hardened - “i’m sure”

jason’s head felt lighter as more and more hair left it, and he felt like a weight was lifted from off his shoulders. he no longer carried the burdens of his past self. his old skin had finally been shed

BONUS! ₊˚⊹♡