#obviously it’s also to okay if someone here doesn’t like Jason at all!

[ghost-bxrd]

GIRL CODED JASON !!!!! HI HELLO OMG TUMBLR USER AND AMAZING AO3 WRITER GHOST BIRD YOUR POSTS AND STORIES JUST ACTIVATE BRAINWORMS IN MY HEAD 😭😭😭😭 holy fuck hi I'm too shy to come off anon but I love the discussions you've been having, so just chipping in !!!

I love the many many looks on how people interpret him being girl-coded, exploring his feelings towards domestic violence, towards victims, women etc, extremely good points that you brought up ! And I'd like to bring up that on a more meta level, the way his character is treated by DC and by people in canon as a whole is also so... girl-coded ? Going to try my best to articulate since eng is my 3rd language 😔😔 Sorry if it's not consise 😭😭 I have FEELINGS AAAAAAAAAAAA

I think the core of this "girl-codedness" stems from a few things, two things I can point to currently are how he's treated as a victim and fridging. Fridging is the easier one to see imo, it's something that's usually associated with female characters but fits Jason a lot. It's not about him and his trauma/pain being feminine inherently (nothing can be categorised in that way honestly) but how it's dealt with by people and the narrative.

Let's take a look at its counterpart which is 'Dead Men Defrosting' trope coined by John Barton. Here's the source for that: https://www.lby3.com/wir/r-jbartol2.html, and a quote from the Women in Refridgerators website I feel is really encapsulates this whole situation.

"...women heroes are altered again and never allowed, as male heroes usually are, the chance to return to their original heroic states. And that's where we begin to see the difference."

Sounds familiar, doesn't it? Additionally, the grief that his death bought is made to be even more objectifying than it should have been. It's made to be Bruce's and everyone else's more than it is Jason's. The image of the dead character is, by necessity, distorted and is served as fuel towards a different character. He's reduced to his death and the pain associated with it is milked for like... 16 yearsish??? A perverted memorial, a perverted memory, an altered legacy. He was just 15. A boy. (Still, I wouldn't say Jason was fridged per say, as the term is created in reference to female characters and they have little to no agency in their stories there, but that 'feel' is there. So I understand where the girl-codedness comes from!)

It’s that the way a lot of characters treat him and a lot of the tropes used on him are things that are typically associated with feminine characters. It's also about how he's treated since he's not a perfect victim. Every attempt Jason has made to express his pain and his anger just gets him labelled as emotional, unreasonable and hysterical (which are again, unfortunately terms associated with women.)

There's many different points people have brought up about Jason, such as his bleeding compassion as Robin, the tears at the end of UTRH, and so on. Nonetheless, I think there's a lot of nuance that comes with gender discussions, since these things are deeply personal to people, and there's disagreements to be had. And that's cool !! There's many points loads of other people also being to the table that I love !! Contradictions too !!

Anyhow, so many cool PPL and analysis these days,,, ILY ANON WHO BROUGHT UP TITANS TOWER (anonanonanon pls chip in again and my life will be URS) Also ILY TUMBLR USER MAGIC-CRAZY-AS-THIS FOR PUTTING THE WEDDING DRESS IMAGERY IN MY HEAD, ALSO ILY GHOSTBIRD FOR THAT AMAZING REPLY AND ANALYSIS,, I LOVE THIS LITTLE POCKET OF COMMUNITY U HAVE CREATED this is so beloved 🥺🥺🥺💞💞💞💞

All very good points!

I don’t have much to add here except perhaps the argument with the memorial case. You’re absolutely right. I never realized how similar it is to the classic hero trope of protagonist mourning their dead love interest/family and dedicating their entire life to a memory of them, citing the actions they take to be in honor of the dead person.

On one hand, I tend to enjoy that trope. On the other hand with Jason, it all became horribly twisted so very quickly and lead to a hard downward spiral of Bruce having a real assholish phase.

But yeah that’s a whole other can of worms better left unopened for now ksksks.

I’m very happy you’re enjoying this blog 💚 it’s honestly super rewarding to hear people say that when it was one of the main goals to have this be a safe and harmonious space for everyone 💚💚✨

[notrobinsomethingworse]

Steph, looking at two Robins: So which one’s Dick?

Robin 1 laughs tugging Damian’s arm and pointing to the street below. Robin 2 looks ready to bite someone.

Tim: The smiley one is Jason.

Duke: Nah man. The last time I saw Jason smile he was holding some dude off the Wayne office roof. Then he turned to look at me. Gave me chills dude!

Tim: Noted and ignored. Jason last smiled when Alfred gave him leftover bread pudding to take home.

Duke: That doesn’t count! Everyone smiles at Alfred.

Steph: Okay that doesn’t narrow down who’s who.

Duke: Well it does because Jason doesn’t smile and has a tendency for [whispers] paranoia.

Steph: Duke, my buddy my bro my good pal. We’re Bats. All we eat is paranoia.

Duke: That does not sound as good as you think it does.

Tim: And who was the stalker here? I know my Robins and Jason is the smiley one.

Steph, facepalming: How many times have I told you that does not make you cooler and makes you like 160% more of a weirdo.

Tim: Three times.

Steph: And?

Tim: … Noted and also ignored.

Duke: Come on man you know I’m right.

Damian: We are all wasting precious time. Drake is obviously wrong and Jason has disappeared.

Duke, Tim, Steph: WHAT?

-

In the cave.

Dick, Sitting on the bat computer desk and swinging his legs: And so there was a beam of light and that’s all I remember before waking up to these annoying people who wouldn’t stop talking. They kept on calling me ‘Jason’. B isn’t that annoying?

Bruce: Hm.

Dick: So I left while they were arguing because it was getting all boring and because I wanted Alfred’s cookies really badly. I’m really hungry B do you think Alfred’s made those ones with the gen-gion-

Bruce: Ginger.

Dick: Yeah the ginger! And the bread. But they’re cookies! Do you think he’s made those?

Bruce: You could ask him chum.

Dick: But then I would have to ask him why he’s old now B and that would be rude.

Bruce: Right.

Dick: Why are you more ancient now B?

Bruce: [audible sigh]

[wonderjanga]

Marvel and the Street Kids

Billy likes helping people. Especially people who have, and are still going through something he’s also experienced. Hunger, brokeness, homelessness, if you’ve had to go through any of those things, Billy’s probably going to favor you more than most of the other people he’s saved. I mean, after all, he knows what all of that feels like. It’s why he helps out around soup kitchens a lot. It’s why he donates a hefty bit of his paycheck to homeless shelters and charities. It’s why he works to keep drugs off the streets, and crime at a low. He doesn’t want anyone, man, woman, or child to experience what he has. So, here’s a couple instances where he’s helping some homeless kids we know. (Btw this is the same AU as the Billy and the Robins post. In that post, basically Billy knew Dick and Jason when the two were both Robins) Roy: *in Speedy costume* “Hey Robin, who do you go to whenever you need advice?”

Robin!Jason: *in Robin costume* “Batman, why?”

Roy: “Right, cool. Cool, but what if you can’t ask him a certain question?”

Robin!Jason: “Oh, then I go to Marvel!”

Roy: “Marvel? Like Captain Marvel?”

Robin!Jason: “Yeah!”

Roy: “Huh. Uh… okay then.”

Robin!Jason: “Why do you ask?”

Roy: “No reason.”

Then, a little bit after Oliver kicked Roy out, Marvel was in Star City because Green Arrow needed him for whatever. As of now, Roy was walking down the street, upset because obviously. It’s been an about three days since he was kicked out by someone he considered his dad. All because he had a wee little problem with painkillers, and wee little problem with heroin. You’re supposed to help people who’re addicted. Especially if they’re family. You don’t just kick them out… right?

Roy: *walking down the sidewalk*

Marvel: *flying when he sees him*

Roy: *not paying attention*

Marvel: *flies down in front of him*

Roy: *bumps into Marvel* “Hey, watch where you’re goooo…wha…?” *slowly looks up until he’s craning his neck to look up at him*

Marvel: “Aren’t you GA’s boy?” *looks confused* “What’re you doing out this late?”

Roy: “What?”

Marvel: “Yeah! You’re uh…” *snaps fingers a couple times, thinking* “Speedy. Right?”

Roy: “Do I know you…?” *looks Marvel up in down*

Marvel: “Oh, my bad.” *holds hand out for handshake* “I’m Captain Marvel. I don’t think we’ve properly met.”

Roy: *doesn’t shake hand* “Well you already know me. I’m Speedy.” *shrugs*

They both talk. Marvel gets Roy to open up a bit after he gets the kid a hotdog. While they’re both sitting on a bench eating their respective hotdogs, (I saw the Marvel in civvies post and he’s wearing that exact fit. He magicked up the red sweater, the yellow hat, and the jeans so they could eat in peace) the archer remembers his conversation with Jason. So, he decides he might as well bite the bullet since his friend hyped up the guy so much.

Roy: “Hey… I gotta ask something.”

Marvel: “Hm?” *mid chew*

Roy: “You wouldn’t happen to know any good struggle meals, would you?”

Marvel: *finishes hotdog* “Yeah? I do. You wanna learn some?”

Roy: *hasn’t told Marvel about him being homeless now* “Yeah.” *takes bite of his hotdog*

Marvel: “Okie doki then.”

Roy: “You aren’t gonna ask why?”

Marvel: “It’s not really my place. Unless you want me to ask?”

Roy: “Nah, not really.” *finishes his hotdog*

Marvel: “Then I won’t.” *stands up* “Alright! To the nearest Chuck E. Cheese!” *points in a random direction*

Roy: *also stands up, raising a brow at him. Moves Marvel’s arm in the correct direction* “Why are we going to a Chuck E. Cheese?”

Marvel: “You’ll see. Cmon!” *starts jogging in the direction Roy corrected him to*

Roy: “Dude, wait up!”

When they’re now outside the Chuck E. Cheese…

Marvel: “Alright. So, here’s what you’re gon— Are you good?”

Roy: *out of breath because they just ran about three blocks* “Yeah… Yeah. I’m good. Just uh— gimme a sec.”

Marvel: *gives him until he feels better*

Roy: *looking better now* “So, what were you saying?”

Marvel: “Right, so what you’re gonna be doing is, see those tables?” *gestures to the booths through the Chuck E. Cheese’s windows. Some booths have leftover pizza and chicken wings in them*

Roy: *nods head*

Marvel: “Okay, great. So you’re gonna go steal all of that.”

Roy: *blinks at him before the most befuddled, bamboozled, puzzled expression crosses his face* “What?”

Marvel: “You’re going. To steal. All of that.” *gestures to the tables again*

Roy: *looks between Marvel and the tables* “Dude, I am not stealing scraps from the fucking Chuck E. Cheese tables.”

Marvel: “How else do you expect to get food then?”

Roy: “I don’t know! I expected you to teach me some cheap recipes or something stupid like that!”

Marvel: “Oooooooh, so you don't want struggle meals then.”

Roy: “No, I do. A struggle meal is something like a ketchup sandwich. This is way worse than a goddamn struggle meal.”

Marvel: “You and I clearly have different definitions of a struggle meal, but okay. Also, chill with the cursing, man. I can teach you something cheap if that’s what you actually want.”

Roy: “Okay then, thank you, because the day I need to steal scraps from a Chuck E. Cheese, is the day I lose my dignity.”

Marvel: “Yeah, yeah, come on. Let’s just go to a grocery store.”

Then, there was Cassandra Cain. She was homeless for about nine years before she went to Gotham when she was seventeen. During her homelessness, she never really stayed in one place. One of the places she ended up in was Fawcett when she was about sixteen. There, she met Captain Marvel. She man saved her from a mugging she was about to take care of herself.

Marvel: *staring at her because Solomon’s whispering about how she’s worthy*

Cassandra: *staring right back, picking up confusion in the man’s body language*

Marvel: “What’s your name, miss?”

Cassandra: *stares blankly at him* (Guys, this is before she learned most stuff. So she has no idea what he’s saying and has to go off of body language alone.)

Marvel: *stares back* “Can… You not speak?”

Cassandra: *continues to stare blankly*

Marvel: *sighs* “I’ll take that as a no.” *reaches into pocket dimension*

Cassandra: *startled when she sees half the man’s arm disappear*

Marvel: *pulls out some money and puts it in one of her hands* “Please take this. I can tell you don’t have a home. Starving isn’t fun.”

Cassandra: *sees understanding in Marvel’s body language and looks at the money in her hand then back at Marvel*

Marvel: *hovering off the ground* “Stay safe, miss.” *gives her a little wave before flying off*

Cassandra: *watches him go*

They meet more times after that, and soon, Cassandra ends up being one of the many homeless kids he checks up on. Cassandra comes to enjoy the man’s presence, and Marvel comes to enjoy hers as well. She eventually gets a really good read on the man after a while and he gets a good read on her. She even mimicked the man’s bodily expressions sometimes with a nod here, or a shrug there. Marvel even got to learn her name after she gestured to one of the other kids who had a cast on their leg. He guessed a couple times before he got her actual name. They ended up having to charade it, Beetlejuice style.

Marvel: “Cassie?”

Cassandra: *makes a so-so motion with her hand* (something she picked up from the man) *makes a motion that was supposed to convey it was longer*

Marvel: “Longer…?” *pauses to think for a solid 20 seconds* “Cassandra?”

Cassandra: *gives him a thumbs up* (another gesture learned from him)

Marvel: “Wait that’s actually your name?” *body language shows he’s happy he got it right*

Cassandra: *blankly stares* (Again guys, she has no clue what he’s saying)

Marvel: “Oh, this is awesome!” *body language shows he gets happier. He starts yapping about stuff*

Cassandra: *listens even though it’s all gibberish to her*

Cass liked that she could depend on someone. The man was… sunny. That’s the best way to put it. She liked listening to him talk. He never expected an answer or response. She liked that. She also liked that when she did try to respond, he was patient and did his best to try and understand her. Their friendship (sort of father daughter thing) continued until she was almost seventeen, and soon, things came to an end.

Marvel: “You’re leaving?” *body language shows concern*

Cassandra: *saw him look to the backpack stuffed with things for the trip to the next town. she nods her head*

Marvel: *body language shows disappointment for a moment before acceptance* “I see.” *gives her a warm smile* “It was nice knowing you, Cassandra.” *gives her same little wave he gave her when they first met* “I hope we get to meet again.”

Cassandra: *waves back unlike the first time they met and leaves*

They actually met again, unbeknownst to Marvel, when he was in Gotham to help Bruce with something. They got paired up together to go and do something for the mission.

Marvel: “You know, you remind me of this girl I knew from a while ago.”

Cassandra: *silence and a stare because she knows he’s talking about herself*

Marvel: “Yeah, she would’ve done that same blank stare too.”

Cassandra: *wondering how he knows she’s pulling the same face as herself*

Some goons decided to interrupt them before she could figure that out.

[unacknowledgeable]

Continued: Serial killer reader x yan!batfam

.........Ooooookay, I guess yall really liked my serial killer!reader? I guess I'm honor bound to continue??? Oh noooo, the horrorrrr. But seriously, I'm glad! Because it only gets worse from here! >:}

Anyway, this was really difficult to write because I literally could not find good starting and stopping points, I tried to make my thoughts flow into each other as seamlessly as possible but there's SO MUCH I wanna write for this, it’s eating me alive, (also like, feel free to send asks bc I get sidetracked a lot in my writing and looove just answering questions as jumping off points, so please gimme gimme)

That being said, enjoy!

WARNING for disturbing imagery, untreated mental illness and trauma, blood, and depictions of murder (seriously)

So obviously, this M/c is a serial killer, so how do they go about keeping this hidden while simultaneously living with the world's greatest detectives?

Simple, ya don't.

Okay so that's not completely true. Compared to the average criminal, you put in a lot of effort to not get caught, but the average criminal doesn’t live with THE Batman either

Compared to the rest of your family though? You basically put in the bare minimum required to hide your… unsavory activities

Of course, you'll wash your blood soaked clothes yourself, in the lesser used washrooms of the manor, but once in a blue moon, when you’re too tired to care or your catch of the night put up a greater fight then anticipated, you'll throw your tainted clothes in with the rest of the families

And they just… don't fucking notice.

Or when they do, they just assume that one of the others had an unfortunate run in with some criminal while in civvies 

You've overheard many admonishments from Dick or Alfred over the years, telling Tim or Jason to “Please stop putting bloody clothes in with the whites, there's a basket for them two feet away!”

It was always pretty hard trying to keep a straight face when hearing those scoldings, but you always did, you didn't want Damian demanding to know what was so funny and dampening your mood

Or Cass giving you one of her calculated looks and suddenly getting nosy, that would make losing your clothes to Tim’s closet a lot less worth the laugh.

It’s just that, this assumption is waaaaay more plausible then say, the serial killer they've been tracking relentlessly for literal years, is just…tossing their VERY incriminating evidence in with the family's laundry, then passing out on some couch in one of the many sitting rooms of the manor, while the family goes out and discovers their latest victim

It's just easier to assume it was one of the others, Dick would never connect you, of all people, to the gore tossed haphazardly in the hamper, it's way more likely to be one of the many crime fighters of the family, not the soft spoken hermit of the manor, and even if that was a possibility in his mind, you don't even have a scratch on you

Not that he’s ever bothered to check you for injuries before, like he does almost religiously for the others

And Alfred? Well he's of the belief you'd grown out of your… tendencies, that it was a one time thing. Despite his reputation as an omnipotent presence in the manor, he never did realize just how deep your mental issues ran. Not until it was far too late.

You don't even have a specific weapon either, half of the time you'll just take one of Alfred's steak knives and hit the lower levels of Gotham, wandering around the decrepit streets till you found someone suitable 

Other times, when you’re in an exceptionally bad mood, be it because Damian said something particularly venomous or Alfred missing an important event for you because something came up with one of your siblings, or even when your classmates decided it would be funny to key your car-

Or it's just one of those days

Those days when the abstract voices simmer louder in the back of your mind, pushing and nagging. Images that you desperately want to forget but can't help the need to recreate. All threatening to boil over until you either crumble into a sobbing heep on the floor or go out and do the one thing that has always been able to shut. them. up.

Those days you’re… forgetful

On those days, you forget to grab one of Alfred’s pristine knives, but that's fine, Gothams streets are littered with dangerous items, so there's no shortage of tools at your disposal. You're creative, resourceful, you can use whatever's on hand at the time, whatever's in reach.

But if there's nothing? No sharp objects, no discarded bricks or loose pipes or even a half empty beer bottle, well… you're no stranger getting your hands dirty

Those times however, are pretty hazy in the aftermath.

You’ll forget certain details, like how they gripped your arms in a vain attempt to draw your own blood as you drew theirs, in the event that if they dont get away, at least you'd be caught, (all it leaves are dark, tender bruises along your arms, that you'll spend weeks poking and prodding at, in the hopes of reliving that moment)

Or how they'd flail their legs, inches from the ground, trying to kick your legs out from beneath you (it was kinda cute, how much shorter they were then you, how little their attempts to free themselves did when it mattered the most)

Even their last, warbling pleas for mercy were lost to you. You know they said something, could vaguely recall that they spoke, too absorbed in watching their bloody lips turn blue as the oxygen in their body slowly ran out (No no please please…My girls are waiting)

No, no you don't remember much but what you do remember, what you always, always remember, are the eyes 

You remember the tears, the fear, the acceptance, the rage, the refusal, the disbelief, the confusion, the indignation, and most of all the recognition. 

Whether it be them recognizing just who you are or realizing that this is who will end their life, you don't know, you’ve never bothered to ask. 

You prefer to think it’s the latter, it's hard to explain, but it makes you feel so so important

When it’s over, and the adrenaline in your veins soften, your breathing calmer, the blood rushing through your ears no longer so deafening, and you can feel the pleasing ache in your limbs, you sit, and asses the damage, as you always do

You always make sure to grab their wallet, take out the ID and memorize it, before gingerly putting it back, and finally walking away, head clear and numb in the cold Gotham air

There's no real reason why, its mostly force of habit at this point, it started with your very first kill, you don't feel like breaking the little ritual now, or anytime soon

It just feels wrong, to take a life and not even know whose life it is...was.

Later, long past any reasonable hour, you lay in bed, fresh out of the shower and thumbing the bruises, listening to the voices over the family's communicators (you stole one of Dicks, he has a nasty habit of leaving them around the manor) as they patrol the Gotham streets for crime and mayhem

You honestly can't help the small smile that graces your face, falling into sleep, as you hear the quiet, defeated sigh over the highly protected com link, “B, I've found another one, it's…it’s pretty rough tonight”

The pause is long before a small, gruff, “I have your location, ETA in 10 minutes”

You slept pretty good that night

Damn, sometimes the shit I come up with scares even me, again, feel free to send asks (shh I'm not begging), the brain worms are always hungry and I have sooooo many thoughts about this thing. lol 

Hope you enjoyed!

[scaryscarecrows]

Tim is absolutely concerned that a Jokerized Batman is roaming Gotham. He’s a little more concerned that a literal army is invading Gotham. But right now, he’s just. Awkwardly sitting here.

Barbara’s alive, he keeps telling himself. Babs is okay. It’s a great feeling. Not that it’s helping him at all. He’s still stuck here, with nothing to do besides fiddle, for the thousandth time, with his communication unit and exchange steadily more commiserating glances with Harley Quinn.

“Hey, birdie. Wanna play pat-a-cake?” She grins at him, broken, and starts clapping slowly, sometimes putting her hands flat against the glass where he’s supposed to mimic her. “Aw, c’mon, Robin! We’re stuck ‘ere ‘til Bats comes to let us out.”

“He’s not letting you out,” he reminds her. She shrugs.

“Yeah…probably not. Oh, well…I could get used to Mistah J with bigger shoulders.”

Tim shudders. He doesn’t want this conversation. He’ll fix this. Bruce might have to spend some time-a lot of time-locked away, but he’ll fix this. He’s not really showing symptoms, there’s still time, he can—

BAM!

Oh no.

“Secure the area,” someone growls. “Get those doors locked down, fix the voice recognition lock. I don’t want him getting back in here if he gets loose.”

Well. Shit.

“Yessir.”

Tim’s fingers tighten around the little canister in his hand. The Arkham Knight was here before, God knows why, and he…took pity, is Tim’s best guess, tossed him a thing of mace. Held him at gunpoint the whole time, but still. Him-or his men, anyway, Tim hasn’t heard the man himself-being back here can only be bad.

But he’s not going down without a fight.

“Aww, miss me?” Harley calls, leaning against the glass. A second later, one of the soldiers enters the room. “Didn’t yer mama ever tell ya to take yer hat off to a lady?”

He ignores her in favor of nudging Henry’s bloody corpse and calling, “Hey, boss, you want me to move these outta the middle of the floor?”

Presumably the Knight is here, then. But he doesn’t answer.

“He says yeah!” somebody shouts from the elevator.

Okay?

This isn’t weird, not to the guy, because he leans down, grabs Henry’s wrists with a grimace, and starts pulling.

“Hey, Robin,” he says. “You, uh, you need food or anything? You’re not gonna die of dehydration in there, are you?”

No. These cells have the sad ‘healthy’ energy bars Bruce hands over if anyone dares to say, ‘hey, B, I’m hungry, how about Goth-King?’ They also have water bottles.

“You could let me out,” he says flatly. The guy stops mid-drag and fixes him with an exasperated expression.

“How stupid do you think I am.”

“Most thugs in this city are pretty damn dumb.”

“You know what, that’s fair.”

He doesn’t even try to move Albert King. He looks at him, sure, but then he calls over, “Trent! Come move this guy!”

“Chihuahua,” a voice rumbles in amusement. The other man holds up a middle finger.

“You’re just a freak. I’m not moving him when I can make you do it, so c’mere.”

Another man, this one around Albert’s size, enters. He laughs at the first one before leaning down, grabbing the ankles, and pulling the big man’s remains off towards the side.

Others file in, now. A man with some kind of computer and an antennae strapped to his back, a medic, a—

Holy shit.

Tim blinks, hoping he’s having a moment of…of…tired. Stress. Something. He’s not. Jason Todd is still standing not ten feet away. He’s older, obviously, but even without the brand on his face, he’s still recognizable.

It makes sense, in a horrible sort of way. They never found him, not even a…a likely match. The only thing they had was that tape, and Robin’s burned, bloody cape. Sure, Tim wouldn’t have thought he could do something like this–Jason was reckless and impulsive, this seems way too calculated–but he has the motive, and…well…

Oh my God.

Jason’s (??????) holding an ice pack to his throat, and the medic’s hissing at him like an angry goose.

“—talk, I said, keep your mouth shut, I said! You pay me to know this shit! That is my job! You are making it very hard for me to do my job, and so help me, if you make so much as a peep before I clear you—”

They’re just…completely ignoring him. He guesses it’s better than killing him, but. What do they want? What is going on around here?

Jason starts coughing and an older man thumps Medic between the shoulders.

“Good going. You broke him.” Then a gentler, “Maybe siddown, sir. You don’t look so good.”

No. No, he doesn’t. Ice pack aside, scars aside, he’s swaying on his feet and he looks green. He doesn’t fight, either, when the older man guides him to the examination table and gives him a nudge to make him sit down.

“There we go…you good? You’re not gonna pass out or anything?”

Jason shakes his head and adjusts the pack against his throat before flopping onto his back and rasping, “Gimme a minute.”

“No talking!” Medic shouts from across the room. He is ignored.

“Drouot.” First Man-okay, so he has a name now-is there in seconds. “Bring Robin up to speed, I can’t—”

“You got it, boss.”

Tim is so confused. They don’t seem to be here to hurt him, but they’ve been trying to kill Bruce all night, and Jason isn’t as dead as they thought and—

Drouot comes over to stand in front of the glass. He makes no move to let Tim out, but he does seem to be doing his best to look non-threatening. Well. As non-threatening as possible, being armed to the teeth and all.

“You doing okay in there?”

“Spare me the good cop routine.”

“You try to be nice…fine.” He straightens up and clasps his hands behind his back. “Our understanding is that Batman’s ability to fight the effects of the TITAN disease is shaky at best, and we have secured him to prevent him from harming others. Namely us.” He gives Tim a chilly smile and Tim wonders, then, how much these guys know. “Scarecrow’s Cloudburst was probably the catalyst—” What. “—but in hindsight, he’s been, uh. Not okay for most of the night—”

He’s cut off by Harley pounding her fists on the glass and screaming, “He’s takin’ afta my puddin’, and he’s gonna be perfect! You leave him alone, ya big meanie!”

Everybody cringes, and the big guy, Trent, twists around and steps over to her cell.

“Zip it, clown.”

Harley peers around him and lights up like a Christmas tree.

“Baby boy!” Huh-oh. This can’t be good. “Where have you been?”

Jason lifts a hand to flip her off before letting it dangle off the table. Trent smacks his palm against the glass and growls, “I said, zip it.”

“Make me.”

He looks tempted. Instead, he looks down at the keypad, pushes a button, and the soundproof panes slide into place. Harley isn’t happy about this. Drouot rubs his temples and mutters, “Too many freaks in this town…should’ve just blown it up from the sea and picked through the rubble for the bastard’s remains…anyways. I don’t like this situation any more than you do—”

“You took Gotham hostage!”

Drouot’s eye twitches. Behind him, the computer flashes red as somebody types on the keyboard. Harley’s blurry shape continues pounding on the glass. A Riddler trophy glows sickly green in the vents. (That had been wild-a bunch of robots had just…come in, placed the trophies, and left. Except for a few of them that went deeper into the studio and never came back.)

“I was going to let you out to try and stop Scarecrow.”

“He’s your boss.”

There’s a burst of offended chatter. Drouot looks like he wants to bang his head against the nearest wall.

“He’s a client, and that contract has been terminated at our discretion due to. Ah. Creative differences.” There’s laughter behind him. “And also a critical lack of communication, and unnecessary endangerment.” That’s their problem. It’s not like Scarecrow’s ever made an effort to hide his motivations. Well. Unless he has a bigger, more horrible plan to unveil. “And he creeps me out, so I don’t feel too bad.”

Does Tim recognize that as an attempt to convince him that they’re friendly? Yeah. Does he care? Only a little.

“That’s sort of his thing.”

“Really. I had no idea.” He looks at the keypad. “Are you going to leap at me and try to bash my head against the floor if I let you out?”

Honestly, probably not. He could get this one. He could feasibly take one more before the others start shooting, but if they’ve locked down the front door, who knows what else they’ve done. The odds of him getting out of here alive after mounting an attack are slim at best. For now, playing along is his best option.

“No.”

“Want me to open the cell, sir?”

Jason’s sitting up again, slumped forward with his free hand steadying himself against the side of the table. For a minute, Tim thinks he’ll say no-expects him to, even-but he nods, just once, and rasps, “He tries anything, put a bullet through his head.”

Ouch.

“Yessir.”

Drouot taps at the keypad until the door opens and steps back. The computer is no longer flashing red, which is disturbing, given the circumstances. But it’ll alert Barbara, if she hasn’t been already. Who knows what she’ll be able to do, with Bruce…somewhere…, but he’ll take it.

Jason looks at him and Tim…Tim doesn’t know what to say, if anything. How, exactly, do you make amends for…for…everything, basically. All of it. He hadn’t really expected, or wanted, to be Robin. He’d wanted Batman to stop half-murdering people, to help find Robin.

Something tells him that’s not going to go over well with Jason, or his little bodyguards. Uh. Big bodyguards. Minions.

“Thank you,” he finally forces out. Jason shrugs.

“I don’t like this any more than you do.”

That’s not surprising. This is one of the top five most awkward moments of Tim’s life, right after telling Bruce Wayne, ‘you’re Batman’ and having a horrible stare-off for two whole minutes.

“We’re sure he’s not, like, Joker Junior or anything, right?” Drouot says from behind him. Oh, that is it—

“Yeah. I mean, I’m all for bludgeoning him over the head and taking a blood saaaaample—”

“Stop. Talking.”

“—but I think Batman did that already, because his file’s clean.”

Of course Jason’s seen his file. Tim doesn’t think he likes this tidbit of knowledge.

“I’m standing right here.”

“That’s good.” He just said-! “What now, boss?”

Jason eyes Harley’s cell and swallows a few times before saying, “Sweep the whole building. You see any jack-in-the-boxes, shoot them from a distance, they’re explosive. Leave Riddler’s bullshit alone.”

“Yessir. You, uh, you coming with?”

“No. Robin and I are going to have a talk--no. I do not need a babysitter. Get going.”

They go, but none of them look too pleased. When the doors are shut, he stands up and makes his way to the computers to bring up the cameras. Tim wonders what to do.

“I thought about killing you, you know.” Where’s his staff. Bruce took it from him earlier and he would like it back. “Thought maybe I’d send your corpse back to B in a bird cage.”

Well. This is awkward.

“I’m…sorry?”

Jason snorts.

“Been hearing that a lot tonight.” He frowns and taps the intercom button. “There’s a back entrance behind the haunted house set. Seal it off.” Somebody throws a salute at the camera. Jason stumbles back onto the examination table and drops the half-thawed ice pack down next to him. “I’m not telling you where we left him,” he continues. “He’s out of control. He won’t stop laughing.”

Brr. Tim’s grateful, a little, that he’s been spared that sight. Bruce laughs, it’s not that. But his laugh is…warm. Deep and easy to miss if you’re not listening. Something tells him that’s not what was happening.

“What are you doing?”

“You didn’t really think I went into this without having a ‘ruin Scarecrow’s life’ plan.”

“I thought you were friends now.”

“You thought wrong.”

Maybe.

Tim considers trying to knock Jason out; there’s sedatives in that fridge, fast-acting ones. But he doesn’t know where Bruce is, Scarecrow is at large, and he’s not sure about, like allergies. The last thing he wants is to accidentally kill Jason for real this time.

Or for those sedatives to take a little too long, thus giving Jason the opportunity to kill Tim. That’s not good, either.

“Don’t get any ideas, Drake.” Damn. “You’re out of that cell because this is an all-hands-on-deck situation. Try anything, and I will put you down.” The or my men will is very much implied. “Scarecrow has Gordon.”

Somebody always has Gordon. Tim likes the man, but...but...honestly, over the years, he’s been kidnapped more than all three Robins combined.

His face must say as much, because Jason shrugs and says, “I know. Shocker, right? We know where he is, we’re going to handle it. But as much as it pains me to admit it, you can make yourself useful.”

[whywasthissohardtomake]

godDAMN im just having thought after thought. This was while i was in the car!

so, jason’s whole “i need to get stronger” thing is strange when he’s thinking of the town full of dead elves as motivation.

and that’s because there’s nothing he could have done. There is no way he could have gotten to the town in time to prevent the messengers from using the world taker worm. He literally did everything he could. So how would more power help him here?

it would only help if he were so strong that no one would ever dare go against him, and so powerful that everyone on Palamustus was under his protection. Cause like, there’s nothing else he could’ve done there.

And that, i feel, leads into how jason is, in fact, becoming a benevolent tyrant/hegemon. Because he wants the power to make all of the choices he believes others can’t. And he wants to make sure that bad things like that don’t happen.

and i feel that jason is subconsciously lying to himself that getting stronger won’t lead him down this path. That he hasn’t been treading it this whole time. Because i still believe that while he does trust his judgement, he still doesn’t want to be an overlord or have that kind of power over people. Or, at least, he doesn’t want to want that power.

the other thing is that jason wants to keep getting stronger but im not sure if he’ll like the responsibility of it. He had the responsibilities of a very powerful person on Earth and he hated it. I don’t know why he thinks he’ll be okay with it later. (Maybe because he thinks his challenges will actually be rank appropriate? In which case: honey, no. That’s not ever happening.) but i guess he’s also accepted that he’s never going to be left alone by things far more powerful than him, so he wants more power so he can actually deal with them.

and like, he’s already shown this. He took matters into his own hands with sophie. And he gave her choices. But he gave her choices. What he was trying to do was save someone, but he was using his own judgement. It wasn’t really a collaborative effort between sophie & jason. It was jason doing what he thought best to try and save someone he thought had no choices. And he says that it gave them an imbalanced power dyanmic (part of why he wouldn’t date her), but then he seems to be trying to forge that dyanmic with whole worlds! He wants the power to help & he trusts his judgement enough that he’s going to go over the people he’s helping in order to save them. And i’m not even necessarily saying that it’s wrong for him to do that. But it is, again, going into benevolent overlord territory. Now obviously, he is nowhere near that stage yet. But it’s the path he’s walking rn, whether he likes it or not.

(also his bedside manner needs to be way fucking better to people he saves. He needs to understand that part of having all that power and saving a bunch of people is that he needs to be clark kent farm boy, not bruce wayne batman. Dont scare the people ur saving jason. (Im referencing the transformation zones btw. And also i understand that he is just a person & will make mistakes. But if he’s going for this, he’s going to need the ability to mask into joviality & reassurance for all the people he saves for long periods of time.))

Anyways! As always, pls no spoilers!

[rotten7rat]

Jason Todd Playlist Analysis

PART 13

Seventeen Going Under by Sam Fender

I see this song being about Jason’s childhood, referencing his mother, Catherine, and his father, Willis. He’s struggled for his whole life, from the moment he was born to now, he’s always been “going under”.  The age of seventeen is less literal in this case, I just take it to mean child in general for Jason.

 I remember the sickness was forever

I remember snuff videos

Cold Septembers, the distances we covered

The fist fights on the beach, the bizzies round us up

Do it all again next week

An embryonic love

The first time that it scarred

Embarrass yourself for someone

Crying like a child

And the boy who kicked Tom's head in

Still bugs me now

That's the thing, it lingers

And claws you when you're down

Reference to the poverty the Todds experienced, Catherine’s illness, struggling to keep a roof over their heads, the violence Jason witnessed at home and just from growing up in Park Row in general. It’s a constant repetition one week to the next. The rest of this part could just reference snippets of Jason’s early childhood. There’s no escaping poverty, it just keeps pulling you down as soon as you think you’re doing better.

I was far too scared to hit him

But I would hit him in a heartbeat now

That's the thing with anger

It begs to stick around

So it can fleece you of your beauty

And leave you spent with nowt to offer

Makes you hurt the ones who love you

You hurt them like they're nothing

This part makes me think of Willis, taking shady jobs and working for Gotham’s rogues to support his family, but taking out his stress and frustrations on his family. Jason knows that Willis loved them, but there’s no denying that he hurt them. It could reference Catherine as well, with how she came to rely on drugs to deal with her illness, which obviously hurt Jason also. Jason has even less doubt in his mother’s love, but her addiction had a large impact on Jason’s childhood.

See I spent my teens enraged

Spiralin' in silence

And I armed myself with a grin

'Cause I was always the fuckin' joker

A mirrored picture of my old man

I know a lot of people talk about how Jason wasn’t angry, but he was, and that’s okay, it doesn't mean it was the only thing he felt. He had a lot of anger as a teen, and it did slip into his work as Robin. He started to see Willis in himself, and as a teen he was still angry at Willis for how he treated him and Catherine, and for leaving them to survive without him.

She said the debt, the debt, the debt

So I thought about shifting gear

And how she wept and wept and wept

Well, luck came and died 'round here

I see my mother

The DWP see a number

She cries on the floor encumbered

I'm seventeen going under

When Willis was sent to prison, and then killed, Jason and Catherine were left to fend for themselves. As Catherine got sicker, a lot of her care and general responsibilities fell onto Jason. Maybe he also started to steal and move drugs to provide for them, which distressed Catherine greatly. The government doesn’t see Catherine as a person, she doesn’t qualify for any help, and the only help Jason can receive takes him away from her. It’s an impossible situation. This goes on until Catherine dies, and then Jason is totally alone.

[luvrodite]

okay my neighbor!jason and roommate!jason thots are going wild right now bc I feel like both of their slow burns end so differently. Like yours and neighbor!jason’s relationship is a slow and steady pining that is more sweet and the catalyst is a “why don’t you just stay here?” after you try to watch all of the lord of the rings movies in one night. and it’s all cuddles and soft kisses and making breakfast and morning sex bc you’re just that comfortable and close at that point you don’t even care you’re just glad it’s finally happening.

meanwhileeee you and roommate!jason have spent so long tiptoeing around each other and suppressing your feelings, convincing yourself the other doesn’t feel the same that it almost ends in a fight of “well how do you think I feel watching you go out with other people?/hearing you get off in the other room?/knowing it’s not me?” and then a “well maybe I wish it was!” and the hottest and filthiest make out session and sex ever known to man and also god.

have a good day/night🫡

nonnie im so glad u get it.

also minors dni + have your age in your bio if you interact

like with neighbour!jason i just imagine it being very luke and lorelai esque, where he's just that guy. like he's your (i imagine him a little older, maybe late twenties/early thirties) hot as shit neighbour who you can always always count on. because he's a good guy. he sees you in the hall and he says hello and you guys talk and hang out occasionally but it's never beyond platonic even though sometimes you feel like he might be flirting with you and sometimes he gets a little quiet when he looks at you. and you grow closer and closer, and you get comfortable enough to blur that line when you flirt with him in the mornings to get a reaction, you feel less inclined to hide your quirks etc. because he's jason. he's wonderful. and you're going to be so happy for whoever he ends up with but at the same time, the thought of someone coming into your lives–because he's part of your life now! he's your friend as much as he's your neighbour. he's seen you cry and he's seen you messy and he's seen you when you've just woken up. the thought of there being someone else makes you a little envious, a little sad. he goes from being the hot guy next door to someone you genuinely care about and love, and that complicates it, because love is scary and you don't want to ruin one of the best relationships in your life. (neighbour!jason is just waiting for you to come to terms with it because he already knows what he wants, age has made him steady, left him assured of himself. but he won't make any moves until he's certain that you're certain)

and with roommate!jason. oh my god. exactly that. i spoke about this with one of my moots but i imagine that the way roomie and jason end up together is extremely messy. they're both very explosive and young(er) and have so much learning to do even if they are adults living on their own with their own jobs/studies. like there's obviously that comfort of being friends but also, there's that tension between them because you're both so attracted to each other and aware of each other, but you still navigate yourselves like you're just roommates when underneath the surface there are so many feelings just simmering, simmering, simmering. you go on dates, jason pretends he isn't extremely jealous, you have to bite down your own envy when other girls eye him up at the store, he's heard you touch yourself–has jerked off to you. it all bubbles up. i imagine it takes a while before you guys end up officially together because you do it backwards. roommate!jason turns to roommate with benefits!jason who eventually turns into roommate/boyfriend!jason. you guys fuck and you know you've crossed the lines of your arrangement from the beginning but feelings are again. so vulnerable. and scary. so you keep quiet until once more someone gets jealous and the actual, deeper feelings come out.

anyway i am rambling. but thank you for sending these thoughts in. i've missed roommate jason and neighbour jason (even though i'm writing a fic for the former atm) and will take any opportunity to talk about them

[fuckimrowan]

OK SO :D

listen man. listen. jason and reyna have the potential for the most interesting dynamic in the entire rrverse and i stand by that ok. like imagine. two people who were best friends are suddenly torn apart and when they reunite through no fault of either of them one cares a lot more than the other now. losing jason was the worst thing reyna ever felt and then he came home and looked her dead in the eyes and treated her like a stranger. god i am so unwell about them anyway. im mad that this never gets explored in canon it has so much potential. the fucking tragedy of it all. they avoid each other now because one will inevitably end up saying something a little too familiar and its miserably awkward for just. everyone tbh. they cared so deeply for each other amd then it was just gone. she spent months searching for him overworked and unable to even grieve properly and he just didnt care anymore. its unclear how much memory he got back but its obviously not as clear as percy’s and thats so interestingg?? knowing you cared for this place, for this person, so much it was a part of you, and just. having no emotional attachment to it anymore. not knowing how to get back to that even if you want to. oughhhh. not knowing how to tell them the person they knew is dead or at least unrecognizable. if you take every moment and memory that makes up a person away and put newones in their place is it still the same person? she loved him more than anything. he doesnt know how to be the person she loved anymore. he doesnt know if he wants to. he avoids her, and she lets him, because really what is there to say? she still cares. he doesn’t. i dont even know how to articulate this okay just. they were best friends. and now everything has changed. and how do you cope with that. what do you do, when your best friend looks you in the eyes and treats you like a stranger? what do you do, looking a stranger in the eyes and knowing she was your best friend?

and nobody ever talks about their relationship??? like they either get ignored or treated like weird exes which is just so not what this is. anyway the implication that reyna had a crush on him was stupid thats called *amatonormativity* reyna is arocoded thank you goodnight. i am so utterly deranged about them <3

OMG ANON THANK YOU FOR THIS but literally ikr?? their entire relationship (not in a couple-y way) is just so complex and ends so tragically and it’s like. ughhhhh it literally drives me crazy to think about it and it’s so UNFAIR for both of them because reyna has to look at jason and see someone looking back with a strangers eyes and it’s like. hes there. but he’s NOT because he’s so different and then for jason he can see her but he can’t feel the emotional attachment that SHOULD be there he only knows that he once had it and instead it’s this empty feeling and. the worst part is that they never got to confront the situation with each other!! jason got back to new rome and when he left almost instantly they’d barely exchanged any words with each other so like. the most either can do is soo many presumptions and MAYBE time could’ve fixed it. maybe they could’ve one day talked it out; but god fucking damn it because they didn’t have time and the next time she got to properly see him he was in a coffin. it’s so tragic it really really HURTS and I can’t explain how it feels but u get it aishsjbsksmsksns

and no frrr reducing them to exes of any sort is just soo annoying because it’s completely taking away EVERYTHING abt their dynamic and just as you said all that’s very much linked to amatonormativity. WOW sorry for the rant here but yes im also very very deranged abt three <3

ty for this tho, anon! <333

[bi-bats]

SO MANY intriguing titles 👀 i will ask about the Hound’s Teeth & also jaytimroy daddy kink

ooh okay! I'll give a snippet of the Hound's Teeth and then I'll talk about jaytimroy daddy kink under a cut because it's obviously going to be NSFW 💚

The hound's teeth is a damitim piece that I've been working on for a while and really struggling with, but honestly I've just been struggling with writing in general recently so that tracks. Anyways, here's a snippet!

As he waits for the roof to go steady, he watches. The line of the hunter’s blade as it slashes. The flash of his eyes as he tracks. The arc of his back as he twists.  He looks like he’s enjoying himself. He’s playing.  Tim shouldn’t find that as endearing as he does. He’s only made it this far in life by grinding out every one of his flaws with singular focus, like he was sharpening one of his blades.  Watching someone drag out a fight like this? It should make him twitchy. It doesn’t, though. Probably because he’s enjoying watching the hunter twist and flip and dodge, the way that every one of his moves is precise enough to let the demon think it has a chance, just so he can shatter that hope. 

jaytimroy daddy kink is exactly what it says on the tin, honestly. the only other things that are relevant to it are breeding kink and trans tim, but yeah. I think JayRoy should have a daddy kink and Roy realizes that Tim is into Jason and wants to invite him in and then they all have a LOVELY time 💚

[bisluthq]

Do you think LOT prolonged Harry and Olivia’s relationship? I think they would’ve tried to save face for DWD’s sake either way but it’s interesting to me bc she clearly enjoyed and made the effort to be seen at his shows almost every week and the madness of everything was tied up in the tour for a while. So much of the intensity of their relationship seemed to be born out of covid restrictions limiting them to the house and her fertility causing them to speed run some decisions. I can’t picture what a tl looks for them where lot doesn’t happen so they’re at home more or jason doesn’t pick a fight with custody. It’s weird to think about now because the harry pre dwd and post dwd/olivia seem like different people to me and I can’t imagine him in that situation now. for all the genuinely traumatising scrutiny that must’ve been and I assume heartbreak over losing olivia and subsequently taylor, I think having a serious relationship that was 100x less publicised than holivia and having tour probably helped him process and made him think a lot about his choices

when I said it was a bit traumatic I didn’t even mean the public side of it lol (that too obviously and escalated the whole situation for sure), I meant like dating a woman going through what was essentially a divorce that included a very horrible custody battle that involved two kids and a really nasty ex is a WHOLE LOT for anyone but especially someone in their late 20s/early 30s imo who hasn’t had that type of experience before. Like NO ONE has fun during custody battles/divorces but at least if you’ve had your own experiences with them it’s like “okay here’s what I did” but Harry hadn’t had any experience with that beyond being a child of divorce and seeing Ann’s divorce with John and then seeing Robin really step the fuck up for Gemma and him? And I just imagine, even outside like the celebrity side of it, that that would’ve been really difficult. I’m basically his age, am a child of divorce, have seen my mum divorce twice more lol, am not in principle averse to dating someone with kids (haven’t ever but not like because it’s a rule for me) and have an older partner but ngl if my partner were going through a custody battle while with me I’d be very fucking stressed and I think pretty useless with advice and wouldn’t even be the best at the moral support side because it’s just like… quite far out of the realm of my own experience. And I do get the sense that Harry was hella overwhelmed lol and also again partly because of how much he loved/loves Robin and respected Robin, he was trying to do the right thing for Olivia and the kids but also like he’s not yk old enough per se to be in that position.

I don’t know what their whole situation would’ve been in another life where she’d left Jason in a classy fashion and had obtained a normal parenting plan and then started dating Harry. And also what it would’ve been like without LOT and all the DWD drama that was unrelated to them/this. Like that would’ve been a completely different tl and maybe it would’ve worked better because they clearly got along grand for the most part and did really love each other and if things were chill from Jason’s end like I don’t think the kids would’ve been a problem at all. I don’t think Harry would’ve tried to replace him or anything as their dad but also would’ve tried to be a good stepfather figure.

the biological clock thing would still have been an issue just because like she realistically needs to have a kid in the next few years if she wants more bio kids - she can’t really wait another 8 years or anything - but they did seem legit open to kids together idk so again without Jason drama + all the other crap then maybe it would’ve worked out. It didn’t.

and I agree the Taylor thing was healthier and probably helped him work through a few of the issues he’d built up over the past few years but clearly also didn’t work out and imo he should take it slow with the next girl and like see where things go and how they develop. Which again is why Olivia D or someone like her, who’s busy and not really in a rush to marry/have kids etc, would imo be a really good idea. He needn’t stay single but I also don’t think he should move in with someone and/or start talking rings and cradles in the next year or so lol. He should just chill for a bit.

[confuzzled-crow77]

Percy Jackson/Heroes of Olympus/Trials of Apollo (+ TV show + musical - movies):

We all call the author “uncle Rick,” which just makes it feel like a big family. We all mutually hate the movies, which I fall back on when my one friend says they’re good (I freaking-). There’s this one piece of crap character we all cheered when he died and are vengeful because he stabbed Percy’s stuffed animal.

This applies to Apollo kids because I consider myself one: healing manifests in all of us in one way or another. Because I don’t look or act like a stereotypical Apollo kid, I was iffy on this, but then I got in my brain that healing doesn’t just have to be physical.

Zoe Nightshade. Truth be told, I wasn’t overly attached to her because she was here for one book, but the sheer amount of heartbreaking fanarts I’ve seen and little fanfics of Calypso learning her sister died just before she got off of her island makes me just… die.

I do think it’s poetic how Leo (the seventh wheel) found love in someone who had been rejected by the greatest heroes of mythology. I don’t personally ship it because I wanted Leo’s arc to end with him coming back to CHB single and seeing how everyone truly cared for him even if it wasn’t romantically.

I will be honest, I don’t read fanfiction a ton, but I always like how Sally is an absolute angel in every single one. We Stan Sally Jackson.

This doesn’t just apply to PJO but the diversity and changes in the characters. I love Hispanic Percy and obviously with the show black Annabeth, but also little things like Apollo with brown hair and “stay hot!” Shades, and Nico with crutches.

Gosh, probably exploring the aspects of demigods that weren’t explored in the books. I don’t mean philosophical stuff, I mean a daughter of Poseidon that can cause earthquakes instead of control water, a child of Apollo who causes disease and attracts crows instead of healing. Thats always fun.

The Trials of Apollo series. Yup, all of it. I’ve seen so many people shun the series because they’re afraid of a certain character dying, or because it’s about Apollo himself. They’re missing out on the best character arc I’ve ever read because they’re scared.

Jason x Brick. True love. Piper can go to the sidelines.

@uni-amaly And my other nerd friends who aren’t on Tumblr.

HAH! So my friend made a demigod-writing template that was just for making little personas and now I’ve written 40 characters and the doc is over 100 pages long with plans for stories, oneshots, an overarching plot of overthrowing Olympus, and more.

Okay, thank you to EVERYBODY who watched the show and gave their opinion with LOGICAL REASONINGS. I’ve seen paragraphs of all different point of views on them and I have to say, while the fandom may be divided, I’m thrilled to see it instead of senseless yelling. The negative and positive views each have valid points and I love them.

Ooh… maybe Percy’s birthday? I’m honestly just pumped for summer itself. With the show… the show dates, I guess. Always nice to see the Empire State Building blue for our boy, though!

Percabeth. Yeah, I could’ve said Solangelo but it’s tainted by TSATS now. Legendary slow burn, honestly perfect. I adore it.

Apollo/Lester. My favorite overall is Nico but Apollo always brings a smile to my face. Whether imagining him singing or chilling in his chariot and waving at his kids, he’s a sunny guy who loves his ukuleles.

Nico went through Tartarus alone and survived. Yeah, I understand they didn’t show it but he DID IT. There was no Percy and Annabeth, there was one, 14-15 year old kid who went through the definition of psychotic insanity and made it through as a good person.

Blue food!

#Percyjackonandtheolympians or whatever the typo one was.

PJO/HOO/TOA, Heathers: the musical, Arcane, and Gravity Falls (plenty more but off the top of my head).

Gosh. I GUESS How to train your dragon but that was my childhood obsession. My real first nerd one was Star Wars. Very basic, I know.

Ninjago. Listen, the fanarts are top tier, alright? I like the fandom and the show too, even if I’m a bit farther away from it now. I have a lot to thank it for.

Jeez. Can’t say their name but I guess @uni-amaly I mean, they half forced me to read HOO at Godspeed to get to TOA so thanks… I guess.

Jeez, all the Minecraft SMPs, I suppose. Especially pirates.

back to PJO etc I guess: I mean, tons of writing, so many awesome convos with friends, happiness (literally pure happiness), an interest in mythology, gift ideas for friends, and of course feeling connected with the fandom because of the recent hype. Everything else I don’t have the words for too.

You don’t have to have an opinion! You can throw up your hands and say, “F it, we ball” and just love it without thinking analytically. And if you do have opinions, you can say them and people can be jerks and agree and debate politely and ignore you, but if that’s your opinion, then it’s yours. Just be nice and have common sense.

✨ love your fandom asks ✨ 

Saw the opposite of this floating around and thought the reverse might be fun.

list 3 positive things about your current fandom(s)

a headcanon you weren't sure about at first but have come to like!

a character that fandom has helped you appreciate

say something nice about a ship you don't ship (it can be another ship in your fandom, a mutual's OTP, etc)

something you see in fics a lot and love

something you see in art a lot and love

your favorite tropes to read/write/draw

you hope more people will come to appreciate ___ (a ship, a trope, an episode, etc)

a ship that isn't your OTP but that you enjoy

a blog (mutual or one you follow) that has made your fandom experience brighter

if you're a writer or artist, what fic or piece of art are you proud of making?

compliment someone else in your fandom

your favorite type of fandom event (gift exchange, ship week, secret santa, prompt meme, etc)

the ship that always makes you smile

the character that always makes you smile

a tiny detail in canon that you want more people to appreciate

the thing in canon that everyone loves and that you also love

a fandom tag that you track

your current fandom(s)

your very first fandom!

a fandom you're not active in anymore but that you still really like

the fandom friend you've known the longest

the fandom you're curious about because of a mutual

how has fandom positively impacted your life?

a piece of advice for taking care of yourself in fandom spaces

[5-7-9]

Okay I’ll just make my own original post, I can’t keep reblogging in the tags…

Batfam VS Gotham Rogues as narrative foils.

So Dick VS Harley are foils because they’re both acrobatics, duh. But also because Harley has a complicated loving relationship with Joker, similar to Dick’s and Bruce’s. They both forged a new identity as a way to separate themselves from Batman/Joker, but they keep going back.

Jason VS Bane or Croc because they are all against cops.

Bane was incarcerated for his father’s rebellion, but he took himself in stride by trying to conquer all that stands in his way as a criminal, while Jason also tried living up to his father’s sacrifice but in vigilantism instead. Waylon was always feared and mocked for looking unnatural, to the point where his only career path was either being a freak in a circus cage, or crime. While Jason and his dad also had to do crime, Jason was lucky a rich guy adopted him so economic status stopped being an issue, although he still holds resentment. Harvey is a different case. Harvey tried working within the law, like how Jason tried working within vigilantism. Both of them found issues within their own rules, and then adapted to more villainous tendencies. They don’t really differ here actually… maybe in Harvs case he does constantly want to be redeemed and failing, while Jason doesn’t want to be redeemed but keeps getting redeemed anyways.

Tim VS Clayface because they both struggle with finding identities. In my personal meta analysis, Clay adopts personas as a way to be more liked, like how Tim wanted to feel needed in becoming Robin. (I feel like I could do better but this is all I got (for now?). At first I thought Riddler but then I gave it to another person and I just don’t feel like sharing the characters).

Damian VS Deathstroke because they both come from a fighting raised background, duh. But obviously one continued to kill out of pride while the other stopped killing out of (his father’s) honour.

Barbara VS Riddler because both are really good at computer hacking, duh. But also because they both wanted their capabilities to be acknowledged, so they went out of their way to become a villain/vigilante to prove it.

Stephanie VS Killer Moth. (Funnily enough Mothy used to be Barbara’s nemesis, but I feel like there’s some underlining offensiveness reasons as to why a girl’s nemesis is always treated as a joke? Idk). (At first I also considered Riddler because her father was his low budget knockoff version of him but I reconsidered). Moth decided to help criminals out of pettiness of Batman constantly beating them up, similar to how Steph decided to ruin her father’s plans for spite (like obviously for deeper reasons but that way of handling it was definitely petty). Now I’m totally imagining them coming up with plans to ruin the others plans, constantly trying to one up the other, lol.

(Cassandra already has Wusan as a foil, but she doesn’t count as a batman rogue so…) Cassandra VS Poisen Ivy because they both were raised as their father’s experiments. While Ives came out of it hating humanity and used her powers to continue her passion of plants but for herself. While Cass came out of it caring about humanity (somehow) and used her skills to continue fighting but aligned with her morals. They seriously differ here, but in terms of their paths they followed a similar yet opposite reaction.

Harper VS Freeze because of their care for someone. Honestly too easy, I doubt anyone can fault for Freeze’s motivations so I won’t try pointing out a difference/disagreement. Their similar goals put them at odds anyways.

Duke VS Anarky because of the obvious accidental(?) metaphor for communism VS the literal representation for anarchism. I’m sure there’s enough debates already about this.

[blainesebastian]

familiarity pt3

words: 3,208 ship: austin butler x reader summary: (requested by many for a pt3) a continuation of: readers friends are obsessed with austin and reader meets austin out and about. austin is intrigued by the reader’s lack of interest and is determined to get to know you notes: part one and two are here!  warnings: mentions of physical / emotional abuse from a significant other tag list: @killerqueenfan, @karamelcoveredolicity, @elizabethrosecresswell, 

“I just feel like—”

Paige pulls the pillow that’s covering your face away so she can hear you properly. You blow out of your mouth and flutter the hair sticking to your cheeks, leaning further back into your couch cushions,

“I said, I just feel like he’s going to realize I have a fucked up past and not want to be with me anymore.”

Your friend crinkles her nose, “I thought you already told him about Jason.”

“I did,” You sit up, running a hand through your hair, “But I didn’t tell him everything.”

And maybe that’s the scary part—that Jason had started cheating on you but also ended up turning wickedly possessive at the same time. Some misplaced concern that he was going to lose you even though he was doing absolutely everything he could to fuck up your relationship. How could you be with someone for seven years and just…not know what kind of person he really was? There’s a lot of leftover feelings of fear, helplessness, anger, confusion…the last thing you want to do is accidently drag all that into whatever you got going on with Austin.

It hasn’t been very long since you two broke up, and yeah it’s important to move on, to heal, but the scars are still fresh.

“Everyone’s got shit,” Paige supplies helpfully, “Austin may look perfect on the outside,” She hums pleasantly, which makes the corners of your mouth quirk up, “But I’m sure he’s got baggage too. Just be honest.” She reaches for her cup of coffee on the small table near the cushy chair she’s seated in,

“I mean, he already stuck around after finding you drunk off tequila,” You groan, covering your face again with the pillow, “Obviously he likes you.”

“That was your fault.” You mumble—Paige doesn’t deny anything.

Crinkling your eyebrows together, you suddenly realize that Marie was supposed to come over as well today just to hang out. And while Paige is usually early, it’s about that time where it’s ten- or fifteen-minutes past when your friends were supposed to arrive. You pull the pillow away from your face again, tugging your legs up on the couch to check your messages.

A missed one from Marie,

“Looks like it’s just you and me—Marie said something about a last-minute lunch with her mom.”

Paige takes a long sip of her coffee, quietly averting her eyes and you raise your eyebrows because, “What?”

“Nothing, I’m just…uh I am pretty sure, like ninety percent, that’s not why she’s here.”

You finish up a text that says, ‘no worries, raincheck!’ and send it on its way, despite the fact that Paige is dishing out tea about why Marie isn’t here. Sometimes you just don’t feel like hanging out with anyone, valuing your alone time, that’s understandable. But the way Paige is talking? Seems like something more is going on.

“What do you mean?”

Paige sighs, curling her hair around her ear, “She’s jealous of you and Austin.”

You’re pretty sure your jaw falls to the floor before scoffing out a what?, “You’re not serious.”

Your friend winces, holding the coffee mug between her hands, “I mean—okay, look, and I am not saying I feel this way before you have a meltdown. But you didn’t even like Austin as an actor or whatever, and then you run into him in a Whole Foods and you start dating him? Like what the fuck kind of rom-com is that?”

A soft laugh leaves your throat even though you find none of this funny—actually? You’re kind of hurt this is what has transpired without you even knowing it. No wonder Marie’s been so distant lately. It’s just—

“Not fair,” You manage to get out, crossing your arms over the pillow against your chest like a safety blanket.

“Girl, I know—” Paige shakes her head, “Look, she’ll get over it. I mean it’s like her number one celebrity crush,” You bite your tongue in saying at the moment, “Maybe don’t be too mad at her.”  

You roll your eyes, saying nothing but further sink into the cushions. And okay, fine, even if you did give Marie a hint of understanding, you guess you just thought…both of your friends know what you’ve come from, how hard it’s been to start over and to trust yourself, to tell yourself you deserve something more than what Jason’s put you through.

Whatever, you shake it off, moving to reach for the remote to put a movie on for you and Paige. If Marie wants to be bitter and figure out how to deal with her own emotions? That’s on her—you’re not going to let it weigh you down. You just can’t.

Besides, you’ve got a date with Austin tonight to look forward to. One you’re actually going to make it out of the apartment for.

--

“I can honestly say I’ve never done this.”

You hum a little as you walk side by side with Austin back to your apartment, his arm resting along your shoulders as your hand sneaks up underneath the jacket he has on to hold onto his shirt against his back.

“It’s just ice cream,” You tease, licking chocolate from the side to form a perfect shape as the ice cream sits on the waffle cone. No drips in sight.

“Yeah, it’s also sixty-five degrees.” He squeezes you closer, pressing a kiss to your temple.

Grinning, you lean into the touch, allowing your arm to hold him a little tighter as well, walking a bit uneven and awkward but at this pace? You could care less. This, in your opinion, is one of the best times to have ice cream. For one, the weather hasn’t completely dipped yet into the season where all the shops close, but also? You can still walk outside with a cone and you’re not chasing after that last lick before it becomes mush in your hands.

Not to mention it’s a great treat after having a pasta dinner with Austin, wrapping up the night with something sweet. Especially when he kisses you, the lingering taste of caramel and vanilla on your lips. As you should have expected, dinner with Austin was everything you thought it would be—great wine, funny stories about childhood, sharing at least three pasta choices between the two of you, and Austin holding your hand on the table. You’ve almost memorized how it exactly feels to have his thumb travel back and forth over your knuckles.

You can’t wait to tell Paige about it, and eventually Marie when she’s willing to listen.

“Do you decorate early for Halloween?” Austin asks, starting to sense your style. He licks around the cone of his ice cream, looking down at you.

“Uhm, yes, obviously,” You make a psh noise with your lips, “First of all I like to joke that ever since I played a pumpkin in my kindergarten school play it’s been manifest destiny to love the Halloween season,” Austin laughs lightly, shaking his head, “And I’m convinced that you can embrace spookiness no matter what date it is—decorate whenever you want.”

Austin smooths his fingers along the back of your neck, making you shiver, “You got pictures of you in this tiny pumpkin costume?” You smile a little because that’s what he gets out of all that? And then secondly, yes, of course you do. “Oh well then I gotta see it.”

You shake your head, a small laugh escaping, “Absolutely not.”

He pauses walking with you to draw you into his chest, smiling down at you before pressing a kiss to the bridge of your nose, “Pretty sure you got to.”

Laughing more than saying actual words, it’s completely covered up by the fact that Austin kisses you, keeping you wrapped up in his arms. Careful with the end of the ice cream cone, you drape your other arm around his slender waist. When the kissing eventually comes to a slow stop, you tug his lower lip with your own, smiling,

“You can’t just convince me with whatever you want just because you kiss like that.”

Austin smirks, “We’ll see.”

You’re almost back to your apartment, just around the block, and you consider what it’d mean to invite him up for the night. Austin’s already spent the night at your place, obviously but…not in a way you wanted him to. Sleeping on the couch and finding your way to bed together are completely different scenarios. There’s this fluttering in your stomach at wondering if you’re ready for that, an obvious step forward. There’s no rulebook to this thing, you and Austin are kinda just going with what feels best. And you’re grateful for that because sometimes you feel so completely out of your element, but there’s no expectation or pressure that things have to go a certain way.

Austin pulls away from you to gather up the napkins and trash from your ice creams to throw it away in a garbage can nearby, back a little down the block from where you’ve walked from. A soft breeze blows through the air and you draw your arms around yourself, tugging your jacket closed, pleasantly breathing in the scent of Fall beginning to come through.

You turn your attention towards the direction of your apartment and take a step to the side because someone almost walks right into you and—then you realize they’ve stopped and—

“Y/N,” The handsome man smiles, “I thought that was you.”

You swallow, feeling all the color instantly draining from your face. It takes you a moment to really recognize him, he’s changed his hair, but the piercing eyes are the same along with the stature of his body. Standing up straight, towering over you with that purpose of making you feel as if you’re small. It’s Jason…it’s actually Jason right in front of you as if the past few years of turmoil didn’t happen between you.

He's talking to you like he’s detailing out the weather.

It must be clear the effect he has on you because he’s smiling, his eyes traveling over your form, “Damn, you look great. I was in the neighborhood and I thought—'I wonder if I’ll run into her,’” He laughs lightly, making your skin crawl, “Funny how that works out right? New York is so damn big and yet you can constantly run into the same people. You always did love walking outside this time of year.”

He reaches to touch you, maybe your arm?, and you vehemently take a step back—right into Austin. You’re not only thankful for the fact that he instantly wraps an arm around your waist, keeping you to his side, but that he provides support for your wobbly knees. His strong grip attempts to wash a calm right over you.

“You alright?” Austin asks, tilting his head down to attempt to catch your gaze.

“She’s fine—” Jason tries to answer, his voice a little thin. His demeanor automatically changes in Austin’s presence, especially when he takes a step forward to create space between Jason and you.

“M’not askin’ you.” There’s a bite to Austin’s tone in response, tension spilling over the edges of this conversation, because apparently he does not need to be told who this is. It’s in the rigidness of your body, the way your hand snakes out and grabs onto Austin’s jacket like a lifeline as your arm wraps around his waist.

Jason scoffs but he does take a step back, clearly he was not expecting any resistance, “And who’s this, new boyfriend?”

“Someone who’s not goin’ to ask you twice to leave her alone.”

You shake your head, just wanting to go back to your apartment, not wanting some sort of altercation to happen in the middle of the sidewalk. Not even to mention that someone is always watching—what if a fan captures this interaction, or takes pictures? Last thing you want is for Austin to be dragged into this fucking drama, for it to somehow impact everything he’s worked so hard for.

It does not surprise you that Jason has been lingering, especially if he’s been around to see you with Austin. You thought that maybe your ex was out of your life for good—it’s been months. Part of you wishes you had actually gone through with filing the restraining order when emotional abuse had become physical but…at the time the police weren’t exactly helpful or sympathetic.

The point was that Jason was gone, or at least you thought.

“Go head, see if I’m kiddin’.”

“Austin,” You manage to get out, voice a bit strained as you place a hand on his chest.

He seems to respond to your touch, backing down just slightly, a muscle working in his jaw. He shakes his head, gently tugging you to the right to bypass Jason on the sidewalk, quickly walking to cross the street.

“Hey!” Jason calls after you both, “She put out for you yet? Because let me tell you somethin' man, it is not worth waiting for.”

You squeeze your eyes shut as your cheeks flush in embarrassment, the walk back to your apartment quietly fizzling with unease.

--

You try to keep yourself together and wordlessly, without even asking if Austin wants to come up, he follows you to your apartment. Honestly you’re kinda glad for the unspoken support, you feel like you really need it as your fingers shake to open up the door. He gently settles his hand on your wrist, taking the keys from you to unlock the deadbolt and pushes it open with a turn of the knob.

Once the door closes, you feel like something inside of you falls away. You have no idea what it is or whether you’ll be able to get it back or whether you even need it, but it tumbles down into the abyss and you begin crying. Not just small tears either, something in earnest, shoulders shaking as you cover your face with your hands.

“Shh,” Austin murmurs, quickly drawing you into his chest. A soft whine leaves your lips, wrapping around a sob as you bury your face into his shoulder, arms folded against him. His one arm covers your back, fingers working to massage your shoulders and the back of your neck while the other hand finds itself in your hair. He smooths down the strands, letting his palm rest along the crown as he waits for you to calm down.

“You’re okay,” He whispers, “Just try and take a deep breath.”

It feels impossible to do, all the left-over raw nerve endings you had with Jason exposed and painful from one interaction. You feel completely exposed, vulnerable, embarrassed that Austin had to see that, to put up with it. All those fears you have circling in your mind and chest come to a crescendo that this might be it—you’re complicated to deal with, Austin has too much to worry about to add you onto the list.

And yet he’s here, holding you, gently rocking his body to soothe yours.

Tears leak into the fabric of his shirt and you begin taking in haggard breaths to try and stop crying, picking up comforting scents of his sandalwood cologne and skin. He cups your cheeks with both hands, running his thumbs along the bones there, a lingering kiss being placed on your forehead.

“Shh,” Austin mumbles again, along your hairline, breath warm. “It’s okay, I got you.”

You shake your head lightly, running your hands along your hot cheeks as you take a step back from him. Because it is so not okay. “I never thought he’d—” You swallow thickly, sniffling, “I’m so embarrassed, Austin.”

“Hey no,” He says gently, moving to take one of your hands. He runs his thumb along your knuckles, “You got nothin’ to be ashamed of, you hear me?” Your curl your hair around your ear and nod a little even though it’s difficult to see his point of view, it really is, “Look, go change into somethin’ comfortable—I’ll make you some tea in one of those ridiculous mugs you own.”

A sharp laugh leaves your chest, almost like a relief, and you find yourself thinking about how thankful you are for Austin—the fact that he’s still here, willing to wade through this mess with you. Turning to walk into your bedroom, you close the door halfway and do as Austin’s suggested—a pair of soft black bike shorts and whatever oversized sweatshirt your hand reaches for first. Tugging it over your head, you walk into your bathroom and see the printed cursive words of self-care club staring back at you and you blink, shaking your head—the irony.

Looking at yourself in the mirror, you crinkle your nose at your reflection. What a mess. Your cheeks are splotched pink and your eyes a bit red-rimmed from crying. Using a makeup wipe, you attempt to take care of the damage, pulling your hair up into a high bun before wandering out to your living space. Austin is in the kitchen, pouring boiling water into a shark shaped mug that is…actually one of the worst ones to drink anything out of, but he wouldn’t know that. It’s pretty perfect for cereal though.

Leaning your hip against the counter, you watch him, eyes traveling along the long lines of his body. His jacket and shoes are off, near your front door, and there’s a fluttering of relief in your chest that he’s not going anywhere.

He looks over his shoulder at you, running a hand through his dirty blonde waves before pushing the mug in your direction along with honey, “Mint.” Austin takes a short breath into his lungs, crossing his arms over his chest, “You want to talk about it?”

You dunk the teabag in the hot water a few times, the aroma working its way up in the steam to your nose. A soft scoff leaves as you shake your head, “No,” And maybe that’s surprising but, “I do not want to give him any more time out of our night.”

“Fair enough,” Austin agrees, watching you for a few moments as you add honey and take a sip. “You want me to leave?”

You appreciate him asking if you want space, “That’s the last thing I want.”

Taking a step closer, testing the waters, you press yourself up on your toes to kiss him. You’re not quite sure what else you want, what else you might expect, but Austin is pliant underneath your touch. He wraps his arms around you, gently lifting you up to sit on the kitchen counter, your legs automatically opening slightly to accommodate his body.

You smile against his lips, gazing at him, because you’re eyelevel this way. There’s this lazy pressure of kisses, of his hands slipping down your arms as yours rest on his shoulders, thumbs against the bone.

There seems to be this soft question in his blue eyes, one communicated without words.

“I just need you right now,” You reply and hope it’s enough.

Austin nods gently and tilts his head down to press another kiss to your lips.

--

Thank you so much for reading! :) hope you enjoyed if you requested a part 3 or if you’re new here! Appreciate all of you.

[crystalqueertea]

Okay everyone. I’ve had an idea stuck in my brain for too long. DP X DC (what else did you expect from me look at all my reblogs) Danny and Jason. My favorite pair. My boys. Except. They don’t get their nice little happy endings that they get in most fics.

Danny finds Jason first through his ghost sense. It didn’t react the same way it would around a ghost or Vlad, so he assumes whatever this is either is just some run off ectoplasm from the zone or a highly contaminated person. BUT here’s the thing, he doesn’t approach Jason at first. No, he goes and asks Clockwork about any runoff ectoplasm humans could’ve been encountering that would damage them this much. This is how Danny finds out about the pits and how the league is throwing people in them. But, as we all know, Danny is impatient and doesn’t stay to hear the fact that the people getting thrown in are dead or dying. He just hears that people are getting thrown in.

So back to Jason he goes, ready to solve all this man’s problems by getting rid of all the ectoplasm in his body. As soon as he gets confirmation that Jason was thrown in the pits, he tell Jason he can fix him, no elaboration.

Jason, far too excited at the notion of even the possibility of getting rid of the pit and getting his family, his life back, sees this normal (mostly) kid with glowing green eyes and immediately accepts. So Danny gets right to work. He knows how to get his body to absorb ectoplasm, and when he runs into complications he assumes it’s because the ectoplasm was boiling, and that has to be bad, so he takes him to a place where he can make a makeshift lab out of his parents equipment.

With a slightly altered version of the, well, let’s be honest here, with the Edward Scissorhands esc. device Vlad of an alternate future once used to cut out his ghost, Danny has a much easier time getting the ectoplasm out. And everything is going well, Jason hasn’t complained, until they reach the last parts of ectoplasm in him. Upon contact, Jason screams.

Danny draws back to re-examine the ectoplasm he was working on, but in jolting backwards he hears a crack. Suddenly, Jason is unconscious on the table and Danny’s tool has a tiny chipped piece of what is obviously a ghosts core on the end.

Jason was in pain throughout the procedure but thought it would be worth it in the end to get rid of the pit. As it was extracted he somehow felt emptier, but also freer at the same time. It wasn’t until the excruciating pain shooting through what he knew was not his heart but felt like it that he understood where he recognized that freeing feeling.

It was what he had felt before he died. When the blood was leaving his body and he was slowly but surely less and less aware of what was going on around him but couldn’t find it in himself to care. So despite keeping quiet throughout the whole process till now, with the memories of crowbars and laughter and bombs and warehouses coursing through his memory on repeat, Jason screamed.

Danny, having been frozen looking at the ghost core piece (he’d never known a core could break, how couldn’t he have known-) eventually looks back down at Jason’s body. Now thoroughly unstable and missing a piece of his core, Jason looked dead and dying. And Danny could only think, ‘oh god, he was like me, he was a halfa, he needed ectoplasm to live-‘ but as those thoughts went through his brain, suddenly he saw himself on the table. His parents standing over him, raving about ghosts, they had talked only weeks ago about discovering that stronger ghosts had a core and how they wanted to rip one out to dissect it, the ghost can’t feel pain, not like they’ll miss it. And. Oh god. Danny’s become his parents. His worst nightmare of his parents. All those horrible nights spent thinking about what would happen if his parents caught him and he went and did it to someone else-

He has to fix this. But he doesn’t know if he can.

[ihaveitprinteddout]

I swear I am not meaning for these commentary/rambles to become so long but I just have so many thoughts and I wanna give all the love I can to this amazing story ❤️

“You think you’ll try and lose a little for the wedding?” “All women want to look perfect on their big day right?” EXCUSE ME?! THE FUCK?!

“I mean, you look okay the way you are but I mean... I would appreciate it if you lost a little. I mean… Don’t you want to feel sexy?” THIS PENDEJO. Why the fuck should she lose weight because 1. you'd 'appreciate it' and 2. 'don't you want to feel sexy?', IF YOU WERE A REAL MAN THEN YOU'D TREAT HER IN A WAY THAT MAKES HER KNOWWW SHE IS THE SEXIEST THANG OUT.

“Hijo de puta!” MY THOUGHTS EXACTLY 👏🏽

“Men don’t always think with their upstairs brains.” “It sounds to me Mija that this man doesn’t appreciate you as you are… and you deserve that.” Chucho is a foundation of knowledge and a voice of wisdom in this fic and I am 100% here for it 👏🏽😭

“It’s my pleasure cariño… but it’s also the truth!” He stated “I was thin and fit like Javi here when I was met his mother. Certainly didn’t stay that way, the woman was a feeder, but she loved me despite the fact I grew sideways." "You had a baby Mija. You grew life. The marks it leaves behind are your badge of honour... never let anyone make you feel about that." THISSS. CHUCHO PREACHING TO THE CHOIR 😭 Like women are fucking amazing!!! truly the creators, carriers and givers of life!!! Also, bodies change especially when you're in a relationship and the person you're with should continue to love you whether you're a few pounds bigger or you've got stretch marks or you've got a little pooch bc that's how a healthy kind of love is meant to be 😭

"Why are you still with that asshole?" NO BUT FOR REAL?!?!?

"I'm scared you won't love me when you truly see me." I mean...1000% relate but I also know that painfully, you've gotta take that risk and dive especially with someone like Javi who's clearly already in love w her as she is 😭

"I think we should call this off." "This isn't working." "I don't love you, Jason." "I'm not in love with you and I can't marry you and put you, or me, through a loveless marriage." ALEXA PLAY LIZZO'S ABOUT DAMN TIME 💅🏽👏🏽

"You obviously don't love me, Jason." "You don't like my body, you never pay me any compliments. You literally told me when you proposed that I was safe... That's not what a woman wants to hear. I want true love... passion, and I won't get that with you." YOU TELL IT TO HIM SISTA 💅🏽👏🏽

"That's only a glimpse of what I want to do with you Hermosa." "I want to worship every inch of you Mi Amor... just as soon as I can do so without putting myself in hospital." THIS MANNN. DIOS MÍOOO 😭🤭

I may have to finish the rest of this amazing series after I've actually slept but lorddd it's just had me so hooked and I cannot wait to finish it 😭❤️

The Unexpected Gift - Part 7

Masterlist

Summary: When a baby girl is dropped on Javier Peña's doorstep with a note claiming she's his, he's suddenly thrust into fatherhood. With no clue what to do, he will need all the help he can get if he's not to stumble at the first hurdle.

Relationships: Javier Peña x Reader, Steve Murphy x Connie Murphy

Warnings: Like AO3, I choose not to list any warnings. This will be 18+ If you are triggered by anything to do with babies then read at your own risk... (Sorry this took a little while. Busy busy but I hope this was worth the wait... Little shorter but hopefully sweet 😘)

Series Masterlist- Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

Javier’s kiss lingered on your skin in the days that followed. Your every waking thought was of him, that kiss, his confession.

I'm so in love with you.

Those were words you never expected to hear from him. Javier Peña… the man who could have any woman he chooses… wants you.

Your distracted mood hadn’t gone unnoticed, Jason watching you from afar as you touched your lips each time you thought of Javier’s. Chucho had invited you both around several times for dinner in the week since his arrival and you’d been so invested in Javier’s family that you’d almost forgotten Jason was there.

He knew something was going on. He knew he was in danger of losing you. He just didn’t know the full extent of it.

“Did you see that Wendy’s back from Maternity?” He asked as he placed dinner on the table.

“I did.” You said sweetly as you smiled at him “She missed Lucas like crazy all day. Think she's going to struggle to settle back into work."

“She looks great!” He gushed “Lost all that baby weight so quickly.”

“Happens that way for some.” You replied simply, shrugging as you tucked into your food.

“You think you’ll try and lose a little for the wedding?” He asked, taking you by surprise “All women want to look perfect on their big day right?” He finished, not looking up from his plate of food.

“You think I should lose weight?” You asked, voice small as your heart sank.

“I mean, you look okay the way you are but I mean... I would appreciate it if you lost a little. I mean… Don’t you want to feel sexy?” He asked, shrugging his shoulders and you choked on a sob as you pushed your food away and left the table abruptly.

“Babe?” Jason called out but you were already out the door and halfway up the stairs to Connie’s.

You banged furiously on the door as you cried harder with each second that passed. Breaking completely the moment she opened it.

“What's the matter?” She asked but all you could do was shake your head as she guided you inside.

The two Peña men were sitting on the couch watching a game with Steve when you and Connie appeared. The moment he saw you, Javier was pushing himself to his feet, only to be stopped by his father.

“You should be at home resting as it is Mijo… don’t go hospitalising yourself again.” He warned quietly as he gave his son a stern look before turning his attention to you “Mija… what happened?” The older man asked as he stood from his seat and held his arms open for you.

“It’s st-stupid.” You stuttered as you fell into his embrace, sobbing into the man’s plaid shirt.

“It can’t be for you to be this upset.” He said sweetly as he pulled you back so he could look at you “Tell me.”

“Well… uh…” You fought to find the words as you sat in the seat Steve graciously offered you, eyes locking with Javi’s a moment before you continued “Well, you see… this woman I work with just came back from maternity leave.” You started, noting how both Peña’s seemed to wear the same frown “And she looks great. Lost all her baby weight really quickly and Jason made a comment about how good she looked… then he uh…” You paused again to compose yourself before you continued “And well… he asked me if I was thinking of trying to lose any for the wedding. I asked him if he thought I needed to and he told me I look okay the way I do but would appreciate it if I did.”

“Hijo de puta!” Javier spat as he shifted from his seat again, only to be stopped by Connie this time.

“Basically insinuated he’d find me sexier if I did.” You finished, sobbing into your hands and Chocho wrapped a hand around your shaking shoulders.

“You’re perfect just the way you are Mija.” The older man soothed as he rubbed circles on your back.

“But I’m not though, am I?” You choked “He’s never once paid me a compliment about my looks. Sure he’s treated me well… taken me out for meals or whatever but not ever during… ya’ know?” Chucho nodded “I just… I never expected him to say something like that to me.”

“Men don’t always think with their upstairs brains.” Chucho said, eliciting a small chuckle from you “It sounds to me Mija that this man doesn’t appreciate you as you are… and you deserve that.”

You nodded, wiping your tears with the back of your hands as you looked at the man and smiled.

“Thank you, Chucho.”

“It’s my pleasure cariño… but it’s also the truth!” He stated “I was thin and fit like Javi here when I was met his mother. Certainly didn’t stay that way, the woman was a feeder, but she loved me despite the fact I grew sideways." He said with a chuckle and you grinned at him "You had a baby Mija. You grew life. The marks it leaves behind are your badge of honour... never let anyone make you feel about that."

You nodded. Giving him one last hug before you stood from your seat and readied yourself to leave.

"I'm sorry to have disturbed your evening." You said sheepishly as you looked around at them all.

"Do you want to see Maria before you leave?" Javier asked, his eyes hopeful as he gazed at you and you nodded sweetly, helping him stand and limp over to Steve and Connie's bedroom.

"How are you feeling?" You asked.

"Getting there." He replied as he leaned against the dresser, watching as you fawned over María as she slept soundly in her crib "Looking forward to being able to piss in peace."

You chuckled at that, looking over your shoulder at him and beaming.

"Why are you still with that asshole?" He asked and your expression changed in the blink of an eye.

"Javi-"

"I told you I love you... I know you love me too, Connie told me so what is it?" He pushed "Why won't you give me a chance?"

"Because Javi..." You trailed off, sighing as you scraped a hand over your tear swollen face.

"Because what?"

"I'm scared you won't love me when you truly see me." He hissed, feeling your tears coming back with a vengeance.

"Do you truly think me that shallow?" He questioned, hurt spreading across his face "I fell in love with you because you are beautiful inside and out Hermosa."

"But-"

"Clearly, this is more than you being scared." He scoffed and your stomach sank "You don't trust me."

"I do." You sobbed but he was shaking his head.

"If you trusted me... You wouldn't be putting yourself through this." He stated, "You wouldn't stay with a man you don't love."

"Javi I-"

"Save it." He said, throwing up his hand to stop you "I'm done."

"Done?" You asked, heart twisting.

"Yeah done." He repeated "Done chasing you... You don't want to be with me then I'll stop trying."

"Javi-"

"You're not the only one with feelings."

His last statement rendered you speechless.

You'd not stopped to consider that perhaps your indecisiveness wasn't affecting him. That he was hurting and you felt like the worst person in the world. You watched him struggle to limp out the room before your head and your feet caught up and you helped him make his way back to the others before leaving.

You stood outside your door for some time. Staring at the polished numbers hanging in the centre as you worked up the courage to enter. You weren't sure what you were going to say to Jason when you saw him. You knew you couldn't continue on like this. You needed to be honest with him.

You needed to stand firm.

Finally, you found the will to put one foot in front of the other and with one last colossal effort, you opened it.

Jason looked up from his seat on the couch, turning the TV off and manoeuvring his body so that he was facing you.

'Babe, look... I'm sorry for what I-"

"I think we should call this off." You cut in, surprised that your hands remained steady as you spoke "This isn't working."

"What do you mean this isn't working?" He pushed "Baby, we're getting married."

"I don't love you, Jason." You stated, "I'm not in love with you and I can't marry you and put you, or me, through a loveless marriage."

"You're just upset." He said, trying desperately to change your mind "Let's just sleep on it and then-"

"No Jason." You interrupted "I'm in love with Javier and he's in love with me. I'm done fighting my feelings now... Done telling myself that I don't deserve him."

"He's a whore." Jason scoffed "He won't commit to you."

"He will." You growled, eyes burning into him "I want you out Jason."

"Where am I supposed to go at this time of night?" He snapped "I gave up my apartment for you."

"Fine." You grumbled, "I'll stay with Connie tonight, but you need to be gone by tomorrow."

"Where is this all coming from?" He yelled and you felt your anger come to a head.

"You obviously don't love me, Jason." You snarled "You don't like my body, you never pay me any compliments. You literally told me when you proposed that I was safe... That's not what a woman wants to hear. I want true love... passion, and I won't get that with you."

"And what... you will with him?"

"Yes!" You yell, chest heaving as the two of you stared each other down "Yes Jason."

You said nothing else.

You made your way to the bedroom, grabbings clothes and placing them in a bag before leaving again. Ignoring Jason's calls for you.

Stepping into the hall, you could hear Javier and his father talking from inside his apartment. Your gaze flitted between the stairs and his door, deciding quickly to sprint across the lobby and knock. The door opened to reveal a surprised Javier standing there, leaning heavily on the wall for support.

"What?" He asked flatly and you decided it was now or never.

You didn't speak, you acted. Your hand laced into his hair as you pulled him into a kiss that you poured every ounce of your love and devotion for him into. He was quick to respond, using his free hand to pull you close and deepen it.

"I left him." You whispered against his lips, smiling when you grinned at you "I love you Javier... and I chose you."

"Good." He said, pulling you into a hard kiss that took your breath away.

Your bag hitting the floor stopped the kiss and his eyes drifted down to the offending item. His brows drew together before his gaze snapped you again.

"Why have you got a bag?"

"Well, Jason has nowhere to go so I was going to see if I could stay with Connie tonight." You answered "Just till tomorrow. Asked him to be gone by then."

"Stay with me." Javier said, face softening "Please."

"I don't know Javi... I don't want to get in the way of your dad being here. You only have one spare room and I-"

"You can share with me." He said and you felt your face warming.

"You sure?" You asked, voice shaking a little with nerves.

"Come on." He said, motioning for you to come it "Help me to bed." He said with a wink and you giggled at his forwardness.

"Where's your dad?" You asked, noting the older Peña was nowhere to be seen.

"Putting María down."

"Javi, did you walk to the door on your own?" You asked sternly and he shrugged a little "I was at the kitchen table... didn't have to hobble far. Used the wall to support me."

"You're so fucking stubborn." You grumbled and he barked out a laugh at that "You love it."

"Maybe." You said as you helped him limp into his bedroom, jumping when a voice sounded from behind.

"See sense Mija?" Chucho teased and you turned your head to look at the older Peña "No funny business Mijo." He warned as he waved a finger at his son.

"God pops." The younger man groaned "I couldn't if I wanted to."

Chucho said nothing, just nodded as he smirked at you both before making his way to the lounge. You helped Javier over to his bed, giggling when he pulled you into a kiss that made you tingle all over.

When he was done kissing you, you helped him shed his jeans and shirt and blushed when he was left in just his underwear. You'd seen him this way before. Seen him in less, but this situation was different. This time you were allowed to look for the reasons you wanted. You were allowed to admire his form but your eyes couldn't help but drift to the wound that had almost taken him from you.

"It will fade a bit more," He said, suddenly feeling self-conscious of it "It won't always look that bad."

Your gaze snapped up as you practically dropped to your knees at his side, pulling his hand to your mouth and placing gentle kisses on his knuckles.

"Javi, I don't care if you have scars." You assured him "It's just seeing it... Well, it reminded me of how I almost lost you." You choked and his expression softened.

"Come to bed." He said sweetly, pulling you to him and you grinned at him.

"Let me just get ready and I'll be right with you." You said as you pulled away and his brow drew together "What?"

"You don't need to hide yourself from me Hermosa." He said softly.

"I just... I'm not much to look at." You said, wrapping your arms around your body.

"Let me be the judge of that." Javier said as he took your hands in his and pulled you towards him.

You stood between his legs, trembling a little with nerves as he started to unbutton your blouse and revealed your simple black bra beneath, kissing every inch of skin uncovered. His eyes grazed over your form as you stood there in just your jeans and bra, feeling your concern fizzle to nothing when you saw how his eyes darkened as he admired you. Next were your jeans. He looked at you a moment for permission before unbuttoning the item of clothing and peeling them over your hips, sucking in a breath then as you stood there in just your underwear.

"Beautiful." He gushed as he kissed your stomach and along the top of your panties, earning a moan from you.

"Javier." You warned, "What are you doing?"

"Admiring you Mi Amor." He whispered against your skin, grinning when you shivered with pleasure as your panties slid down your legs.

"We shouldn't." You breathed and he chuckled "Just because I can't make love to you right now... doesn't mean I can't make you cum baby." He cooed and your breath caught in your throat.

He shuffled himself back on the bed, leaning back on his elbows as he gazed at you with lust blown eyes.

"Come here Hermosa." He said, pulling his lip between his teeth and you felt your core ache at the sight.

"I don't-"

You were suddenly nervous. You'd not really done this before. Sure you'd had sex... but had always been pretty tame. Both with Philip and with Jason.

"Trust me." He said and you did.

You practically fell onto the bed in a mixture of excitement and nerves that have Javier chuckling as he grabbed your thighs and pulled you towards him, burying his face in your core.

You couldn't help the pleasured yelp that escaped your lips as he went to work and It was like nothing you'd ever experienced before. Your legs started to tremble as he drew you closer and closer to your release. Your moans and whimpers pushing him to work harder. He slipped two fingers into your tight, wet heat and curled them expertly, ripping your orgasm from you with a force that had you collapsing on the bed beside him, chest heaving as you found to catch your breath.

"Shit." You squeaked and he chuckled, pulling you into his side and kissing you deeply "That was amazing."

"That's only a glimpse of what I want to do with you Hermosa." He purred and you shivered "I want to worship every inch of you Mi Amor... just as soon as I can do so without putting myself in hospital." He joked and you chuckled.

"I look forward to it Javi." You replied, kissing him sweetly before pulling back and noting his changed expression.

"You are beautiful." He said and you knew that he was nothing but serious "You'll never need to change yourself for me." He assured you and you nodded "I love you cariño."

"I know Javier." You assured him, cupping his cheek "I love you too."

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