Hi, I just saw your Jason Grace general headcanons and I was wondering, can you do a Jason Grace boyfriend headcanons this time?
Jason Grace boyfriend hcs
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content: jason grace boyfriend material
warnings: f1 references, one direction references, other than that just mushy gushy fluff
a/n: yk what? i absolutely hate writing hcs. i prefer one thousand times to write fics. the problem is, i don’t have creativity enough to write a fic, and neither do i have time. when i have inspiration, im usually in class and i hate writing fics in my notebook but whatever. i hope you enjoy?? lmk!!
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He. Is. The cutest boyfriend ever. In the whole world.
He’s literally the sweetest person
With you? My gods
My boy’s whipped.
He’d do absolutely anything you asked him to do, and it’s kinda cute
But also kinda scary cause he’d kill someone if you asked him to
He memorized all of your favorite artists’ songs so you can talk about that together
Frequent dates!!
Lots of gifts in absolutely random occasions
At the beginning of, he was so touch starved it was almost pitiful
But he started to loosen up the more you got into the relationship
Now he just can’t keep his hands away from you, doesn’t matter how
Interlocking pinkies or hands? Check. Hugging you from behind if you’re talking to someone? As long as you don’t get uncomfortable.
He’s just super clingy, and it’s the cutest thing ever.
He looks just like a lost puppy.
He just needs a little bit of love
Cause it’s all too much for little Jason Grace
F1 joke sorry i can’t help myself
ANYWAYS
Back to my man
He loves when you braid his hair or just spend time with you in general.
He always seems to know when you’re down
Cause he usually does know
And when you’re with your friends and he notices you’re not feeling well
He gives an excuse and pulls you with him
When you get to his cabin he just cradles you into his chest and whispers sweet nothings into your ear.
He’s a great listener, and his favorite part of the day is when he gets to come home and listen to you
If you’re not the talker type, he can talk for you
He just wants you to feel comfortable around him, always.
He feels so bad when you’re mad at him or he knows he did something that probably hurt you
Even if it didn’t, he’ll apologize for the next weeks
And some days you’re just cuddling together in a totally allowed sleepover (Aphrodite threatened Mr. D to let you sleep together, but that’s not the point), he’ll just sniffs in your hair and mumble soft ‘i’m sorry’s and ‘i love you’s into your head.
He’s just the cutest person in the world.
You know that song “In a world of boys he’s a gentleman”?
It’s him. Momma Taylor wrote it for him. I know, i was there. I was the pen.
Sometimes he just gets super clingy out of nowhere, and it’s super cute in your opinion
Even if he’s embarrassed of it later on.
If you have curly hair, he’ll ask Leo how to style your curls so he can help you
He also learns all your skincare steps so he can help you with it when you’re too tired to do it yourself
He loves when you just lay on his chest and falls asleep, he can keep reading and caressing you
He’s so in love with you it’s gross
You can bet your life that he has a picture of you in his wallet
And if demigods had phones, his wallpaper would be you & him
Oh, i just know he loves listening to one direction with you
I’m not gonna elaborate. He just does.
He’s a very smart man, so he studies a lot
And he absolutely loves when you’re there with him
But in the end he doesn’t study, he just admires you as you scrunch your nose and pouts, trying to understand something.
He loves loves LOVES going on double dates, like you & him and will & nico. It’s like his two favorite people in the world and Will as a bonus
Hehehe sorry he loves Will too
But not as much as he loves you and his younger brother Nico
If you have younger siblings in the mortal side, he’s always asking to go to your house cause he LOVES kids
He just loves to take care of them
And deep down he’s also a little bit scared that maybe he’ll not live enough to have his own
But sometimes, in the middle of the night (when the wolves come down) he finds himself staring at the ceiling and imagining how you and his kids would look like
Would they have your hair and his eyes? Maybe your freckles and his personality?
He just likes to imagine how would it be like, your family
For last, your mortal parent immediately likes him. Like, sure, there’s that whole “if-you-hurt-my-daughter” blah blah blah
BUT
they know that he’s super protective
But he’s a great boyfriend.
And if you’re happy, they’re happy too.
And Jason fits in that list.
a/n pt2: I. MADE. IT. LONG. AND I CANT BELIEVE IT!! but look, i promise that im writing a real thing, it’s just that im drowning in homework and my mom is gonna give birth soon and. i feel like jason rn tbh
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y'all can all cancel me (again) for this, but if there's even a SHRED of 'who should I pick?' from Penelope in season 3, I am tuning out SO fast because like. . .sorry not sorry, there IS no choice. Debling is some crusty OC suitor she barely even knows and Colin is a man who she has been so supposedly in love with to the point where she'd ruin her entire family's reputation to have a potential love story with him. Penelope and Colin have background, years of knowing each other, intimacy that few people in the Ton can boast of having (letters, conversations about purpose, fights and arguments and makeups) and her and Debling have. . .a dance or two at a ball because he's a rebound for Penelope's broken heart. he means nothing. he has no nuance, he has no weight to the story, he is such an afterthought to me. either I wanna see Penelope going 'you know what? I don't even LIKE this dude. he's. . .fine, but I don't care about him even a shred as much as I care about Colin' or the INSTANT Colin's like 'you know what? we should get married' if it's not an immediate 'say less, you're already my husband, try returning me without the receipt, Debling whomst?' then I don't want it!
like. . .it's just so frustrating to see all the 'I hope Debling sweeps her off her feet and she rejects Colin's proposal and she makes him work for it and and and-' nonsense from the fandom and it's always tagged and no matter how many times I block it, it just keeps popping up. I go into the Polin tag for POLIN. I don't give a SHIT about a male love interest other than Colin. Not one. Not a shred. Not an iota.
and also. . .Debling has the 'benefit' of not having depth, or character traits, or HISTORY, so peeps can project onto him however they want, but I'm calling it now, there is NOTHING he could do or be that would make me like him more than Colin. Colin will always hit different, and I will always love him more. and if Pen's not on that same page? lol bye
you want me to believe Penelope and Colin are soulmates and it's romance for her to hem and haw about how difficult a decision it is for her to marry a stranger who knows barely anything about her. . .
when Marina was out here dropping banger lines like 'You were the only man with which I could see myself being happy' and 'I do not care about any of these men, where is Colin?'? like hello??? and she wasn't even fully in love with him!!!! but we'll demonize her until the cows come home in our fandom and make her the villain in Polin's love story for DARING to get in between Polin, yet Debling, a white man, is a darling dear perfect prince for getting in between Polin? existing in our fandom solely so Penelope can be like 'lol, Colin ain't shit, let me entertain any and everyone else'?
if that's the direction it goes then, ten toes down and on my mama, she doesn't deserve Colin and she can move because I'm on my way to court him my damn self
and that's that on that
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IM ACTUALLY A BIG DC FAN ACTUALLY- my favorite of the batfam is Damien tho
But yes, tell me about Jason, I only know little bits n pieces of the man... I desire your knowledge
OK SO
Jason Todd, basics, obviously, 2nd Robin, first adopted son of Batman and Batman's BIGGEST MISTAKE.
There's a lot of different variations of Jason Todd's death, obviously, it's fucking DC no two writers can agree on shit,
But the most simple and common portrayal was that, Jason was captured by the Joker, the Joker either beat Jason TO death or near-death and exploded the warehouse he was in.
Batman, in all iterations however, feels like actual shit about letting his first actual son get killed.
Later in time, Ra's Al Ghul (hey it's Damian's gradpapa you know this guy i hope if you dont what) revives Jason through the Lazarus pit, and more often then not Jason works for Ra's for a bit.
Once Jason gets back to Gotham, he takes up the title of "Red Hood"- the Joker's first name before he became the Joker and what not. (CALL BACKS BBYYYY)
Jason becomes a villain crime boss, controlling drug trades and lower thieves of the such, and kills a whole lot of people. BUT, this is a matter of control, he isn't being a crime lord for his benefit, he's doing it for Gotham to take away villain's power in the city.
He also is pretty pissed at Batman for not avenging him by killing the joker, so he starts fucking with Batman for a bit too. Taunting him with information he shouldn't know as "a faceless villain with no history"
Once Batman figures out it's Jason, everyone who's in the batfamily freak out about it in different ways and depending on what you're reading/watching
Funny thing I don't think young justice even mentions Jason at all, but I might be wrong since I haven't and dont want to watch it.
The path forward for Jason also depends on what content your consuming, if you just want a basic overview of everything about Jason I suggest watching Under the Red Hood because it's his defining movie, but it's also sad and a little fucked up but at this point, c'mon, it's Jason Todd, what do you expect?
ANYWAY JASON TODD ATTACK
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At some point he'd forgotten why he even killed in the first place, why he felt these chills all the time. It was because he liked seeing people filled with distress, he liked to see the light miserably fade out of their eyes. No—
It was because he fucking hated them.
OR
zack foster's occasional musings. takes place pre-canon. which makes him about a teenager (?) also he's pretty much just as quiet as he was as a kid because i said so. very uncreative i think.
warnings. murder, obviously. all things zack. tw for blood. knife. cw swearing (like twice). minor character death mentioned. mainly me yapping lol. character analysis. wc 855.
The city lights shone brightly against the dark night sky.
There air wasn't warm, but it wasn't freezing cold — and Zack treaded the dark, dusty back alleys of the place, spinning the knife in his hand, walking towards nowhere in particular. He waited. And waited. And waited, until there it was again.
A chill.
Like a silent call that took form as shivers up his spine. Zack turned back, a now determined look in his eyes as he moved out of the alley. There was no satisfaction for him until this chill ceased — it beckoned to him, it itched against his wrapped hands and guided his palms to the hilt of his knife. It invited him to plunge it into the chest or the stomach of the nearest person.
Zack found himself in another alley (stepping on something soggy under his boot and letting out a quick "ugh, shit,"), waiting for some drunkard to stumble out and find himself to be a very unlucky man.
Zack could hear the loud bar from where he was hiding in the semi-dark alley. It was bustling with chatter and laughter and music, and the occasional chorus of a group of friends shouting in unison. His hands gripped the handle of his knife tightly. He couldn't wait until this laughter and this noise turned into pained groans or terrified screams. Or better yet, an expression of complete and utter dread in contrast to whatever fun they had in their drinks and in the company of their friends. He couldn't wait for them to die, alone, at his burned hand.
And someone eventually did walk out. A man stumbling out of the bar, hiccupping, babbling nonsense, leaning against the walls of the alley, not even having a sense of direction as he stumbled into the darkness. He bumped into Zack with a drunken "whoops!", one Zack grimaced at in a mix of annoyance and disgust.
There wasn't any greeting, no warning, no threatening call — Zack just lunged at the drunk man, hands gripping the knife tightly as he shoved it into his back. Zack heard a loud groan come from his victim, but that didn't stop him; he kept stabbing him. Again and again. Until he fell to the ground. In the chest, in the stomach, anywhere that made his heart thump in excitement. Blood spilled, then pooled under the corpse, staining the clothes he was wearing. There was a rattle in the dying man's chest — he's choking on his own blood — and Zack knew it was done. He stared at his work, then walked away.
He was used to it at this point.
At some point he'd forgotten why he even killed in the first place, why he felt these chills all the time. It was because he liked seeing people filled with distress, he liked to see the light miserably fade out of their eyes. No—
It was because he fucking hated them.
Them. Them — everyone who looked happy, everyone who could laugh and live satisfied with themselves — them. They all just lied to themselves, cackling as if they weren't evil, as if they weren't monsters to everyone around them, as if they weren't vermin to the very ground they enjoy. They didn't deserve to live, they didn't deserve their glee — that was why Zack was honored to force upon these monsters their ultimate dread; death.
Zack was a monster, too.
A different kind, he always justified. He knew he was evil — he embraced it like he would to a mother he never had, cradled the reality in his hands — he didn't lie to himself. He was the kind that was never truly happy like them unless he killed them. He was the kind born from them.
But still a monster.
That was why he didn't kill that old man — guh, that old man. Zack kicked around a trash can with a frustrated look, finding himself in his previous alleyway. He didn't kill him because it'd be pointless. He wasn't happy in the first place, he was a miserable blind man, he was just a loner. Killing him wouldn't bring Zack any satisfaction.
Or maybe because the old man wasn't a monster. Maybe because he was a kind old blind man — maybe it was his misery that made him good.
And what do you want to do now? The questioned nagged at Zack every so often, and he always answered himself — I want to kill all these laughing bastards so that they fall to anguish and despair.
But he knew that wasn't what he always thought. Not before the old man died, anyway. Maybe it was just for a night, just for a few hours, that Zack was satisfied with himself. Without blood. Without a knife in his hand. Without looking for happiness in the despair of other monsters.
Things would be a lot different if that old man were to still be alive.
But he doubted anything would be normal.
Zack didn't even know his name.
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