#breaking Jason's bones levels

[mel2530]

Reading comics is like liking to fall down your stairs sometimes. Every time there's a new horrible writer, terrible plotlines, character assassinations of every kind and you're left wondering why the hell you still read them. And then, by some MIRACLE, you finally get good runs and characterization and you finally remember why you like these stories. It's not gonna last, though :")

#dc comics #kon el #conner kent #in light of recent events let me tag him #but ESPECIALLY batman comics #GOSH #do not talk to me about the billions of retcons in Jason's story and personality #and the new 52 #AND the fact that people can't seem to agree on how fucked up they want Bruce to be #personally i don't want WANT a completely abusive asshole #but i don't want them to make him perfect either #because we KNOW he's not #he's fucked up for god's sake #but some runs just take that up to insane toxicity levels #breaking Jason's bones levels #after he apparently murdered the penguin #i will never forget that bullshit #also #the constant shitting on legacy characters #just to preserve the older ones. #the legacy characters who are WAY better people and characters most of the time #if you're gonna give me a progressively more abusive batman #OWN IT DAMNIT #make it an actual negative character development #I'm mad #bruce wayne #batman

[dxxdhood]

good looking

pairing: jason todd x gn!reader

summary: jason comes home after patrol, and he looks so nice you can't help but suck him off.

tags: smut (18+), oral (m receiving), hair pulling, slapping, sub!jason todd, dom!reader, brat taming, teasing

wc: 1.2k

It’s dark out, raining hard enough to crack concrete when he finally walks in. Jason’s eyes face the ground as he takes off his jacket and utility belt, bundling them both up and dumping them in the laundry basket to deal with later.

“Hey, how was the patrol?” you call out from the kitchen, fixing up dinner for the two of you.

He trudges over to you, blood finally visible in splotches on his undershirt in the dim kitchen light. “Could’ve been worse.”

Looking him over, you force yourself not to dwell on how attractive he looks in his crime-fighting attire. None of the cuts he has seem too deep. Luckily, most of the blood doesn’t seem to be his own. “No excuse for me not to make it better.”

And even though he’s half turned away and fully trying to hide it, he smirks.

.

Waiting in the bedroom for Jason usually never takes this long. You’ve already spent forever looking over every piece of the scenery, including Jason's bookshelf filled with novels he never has the time to read. Honestly, your impatience is making every second stretch out for longer than they need to. And even though you tried not to admit it earlier, you wanted to jump his bones the moment he walked in.

His hair was rain-slicked enough to where it curved across the back of his neck in half-curls, and water droplets ran down his cheeks following the strong line of his jaw.

He walks into the bedroom, then, deciding to finally make good on your promise. You run up to him, not even taking a second to admire him only clothed in a towel, and kiss him.

Jason takes a second to reciprocate. There’s always an undercurrent of insecurity when you initiate something with him, like on some level he can’t believe someone dishes out affection so easily. The thought has you kissing him harder, wrapping a hand around the back of his neck and into his hair, pulling gently at the strands.

Jason lets out a small sound, and you can feel the vibrations of it through your own body. You break away from the kiss, and he doesn’t have a moment to question it before you grab him by the hand and drag him to the bed.

“Glad to see you, too,” he snorts.

You don’t have the strength to shove him down, but you grip him by the shoulders and attempt to push him to the mattress. Jason, thankfully, takes the hint and lays himself down.

“You sure you don’t wanna eat dinner first? It smelled pretty good while I–” You crawl on top of him and kiss him deeply again, scratching your hands down his shoulders and biceps.

“I’ve been wanting you since you walked in,” you whisper into his ear, seeing his eyes widen from your peripheral vision. 

He exhales and wraps his hardened hands around your hips. “Well, shit, don’t let me stop you.”

You move down his body, now sitting on his thighs. He’s entirely laid out for you, only a towel to cover up his bottom half and he’s gorgeous. You run your hands across his pecs and abs, stopping to kiss at his nipples until he whimpers. Jason covers his mouth with a hand, but you grip it and pull it away, daring him with a gaze to try and stifle what you so badly want to hear. 

You pull the towel away, and sink down lower, head only inches away from his cock before you kiss down his v line and bite at his thighs.

“Holy shit–” he gasps, but you continue kissing up the inside of his thighs, getting dangerously close to his cock. Every time he thinks you’re finally going to lick at the base, you go back to lapping at the new bruises you’ve given him. You can tell it’s starting to turn him desperate by how he’s gripping the bed sheets hard enough to tear them, but he hasn’t begged for anything yet, so you continue teasing him.

“Jesus, baby, can you–” he cuts himself off in an attempt to swallow down another moan. Shame on him, didn’t you remind him already?

“Yes, Jason?” you ask sweetly, feeling up the muscles in his ass and thighs.

“Shit! Can’t you just touch me already?”

You respond by sending a hand up to grip harshly at his hair, sucking a particularly nasty bruise at the apex of one of his thighs. 

“Sorry, sweetie, I'm sensing a tone issue,” Hah, thank god you’re the one in control tonight, because you could tell Jason wanted to spank you for that one.

“Fuck! Please, baby, please touch me. I swear I’ll be g-good, just please–” And in response, you finally lick a stripe from the tip of his cock down to the base. 

Jason groans and fidgets, wrinkling the sheets, but you ignore him and begin swirling your tongue around his head. You get close to taking him in your mouth, your lips perched right at his dick, but whenever you sense his anticipation becoming too great, you go back to teasing him at the base or licking at his balls. 

Before Jason even has the time to beg again, you decide to take him all with no warning, and his hips immediately twitch up. You feel his tip tickling the back of your throat, but you shove his hips back down on the bed, and he whimpers at the harsh treatment.

You stare back up at him, and his eyes are so pretty. Watery and ready to spill over if you don’t start moving soon. You take pity on him and begin sliding up and down at an annoying slow pace. 

He sighs, but he places his hands against your head, scratching against your scalp. You reach a hand from his hips to rub at his nipple, and Jason’s body tenses as he lets out a curse, allowing you to go faster and rub your tongue against his sensitive vein.

“Ah! Fuck, please–” Jason begs, clearly unsure of what he’s even asking for, but his face is so tense, sweat mixing with water from the shower, and you know he needs a little something to push him over the edge. 

You slap his cheek and he moans loud enough for your neighbors to hear. Before he even realizes it himself, his cock starts to twitch and he cums in your mouth. 

He looks horrified for a moment, probably feeling like an asshole for not giving you a heads up, but you slide off of his dick, still making complete eye contact, and swallow right in front of him. 

You swear you see his eyes roll back in his head as he slams his head back down on the pillow.

“That’s was– Oh my god, that was–” you chuckle at how thoroughly you’ve broken him.

“Amazing, right?” you snuggle up next to him, kissing his cheek. “Now what about mine?”

#jason todd smut #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd x gn!reader #red hood smut #red hood x reader #red hood x gn!reader #gn reader #smut #dc comics #dc smut #dom reader #sub character #jason todd #red hood

[thebucketpail]

When You Accidentally Kill a Clown pt. 3

Pt.1. Pt.4 Ao3

Woah part 3?? Crazy, enjoy!

Jason could hardly hold back his grin as Barbara hit play for probably the hundredth time. It was child's play for her to get ahold of a video of the Joker's death, and damn was it worth it. The footage was anything but high quality, which was a given considering it was in a random alley. But the Joker was unmistakable as he pulled a scruffy ravenett off the street at gunpoint. Luckily however, the camera was poised at the perfect position to catch the whole affair, in however grainy the imagery.

Only moments after Danny was pulled into the alley, a short struggle ensued, followed up by a bright flash of green light that threw Joker further into the alley. The video ended on a frame of a panicked Danny crouching by the body, checking his pulse.

“I need you to send this to me,” Jason said, his smile creeping every further.

“Already did,” Babs responded with a snort. “I also sent it to Harley, and I was going to send it to B, but I thought I'd let you break the news” Her own cheshire grin split as Jason nodded.

“Anything new on Danny?” he asked, nodding toward the screen.

Barabara’s expression turned to something more teasing, “I’m not here to get you a boyfriend Jason. But I did get you some surface level stuff,” she said, cutting off his slight protest, as she switched screens, pulling up some documents. “Danny Fenton, He’s an Aerospace student at Gotham U, starting this semester. He just moved here from Illinois. He lives in dorm 206B in the Truman building on campus, and he currently has no occupation. There’s not much on his hometown, there’s some kind of blackout I need to get past, but his parents are scientists of some kind, and his sister and father are both documented metas. Overall I don’t think he’s much of a threat, just a kid who got caught in the wrong place.” Jason Hummed in response, reaching for his helmet.

“Thanks so much Babs, you’re a godsend”

Barbara smirked, turning back to her computer, “I know”

Jason slipped out the window.

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Jason didn’t often watch the sunrise. Usually he was too tired, or too busy. But today he was so awake he could practically feel the energy buzzing in his bones as he watched the sun rise over the docks of gotham.

He hadn’t been able to shake the feeling since he found Danny hunched over the dead clown. But something in his chest was pulling at the thought of them. An ache of something familiar yet so distantly unknown filled his thoughts. There was something about that person that had lodged itself in Jason’s brain and refused to leave.

Unfortunately, Jason was pulled from these thoughts by the loud crackle of his comm.

“Hood, report to the cave for debrief,” Jason groaned, just because he wasn’t ready to sleep doesn’t mean he wanted to haul himself across all of Gotham to the Cave. He stood slowly, taking his sweet time to reply and savoring the satisfying pops as he stretched.

“Hood, report”

“Yeah, yeah, don't go getting your cape in a twist. I’m coming. Though I don’t see why it's necessary to pull me across the whole city when an email could do.” he grumbled that last part to himself more than anything.

Jason took his time driving through the city, stopping muggings, taking care of stragglers on their way home from late shifts. And if it took him an hour longer than usual to get to the cave, well then that wasn’t his fault. When he finally got there, though, there was no doubt; this definitely could have been an email.

When he arrived B, Stephanie, Tim and Damian were going over various minor things from their patrols, that didn’t really affect him much to be honest, just the routine; drug rings, arms deal busts, and oddly enough; ghost sightings.

“Finally,” he heard Tim mutter, as Jason killed the engine in his bike. “B! He’s here! Can we start now?”

“Start what?”

“B, wants to touch base regarding the Arkham breakout,” Stephanie said, sending him a withering glare, probably for making them wait so long. “I think he’s just being paranoid because Joker’s been unusually quiet.” Jason had to stifle a snort. If he played his cards right, this would be the perfect time to tell about the new lack-of-threat to Gotham.

“Paranoia and caution are not the same thing,” The bat himself growled from his place at the computer. “It’s been a week since he broke out of Arkham, we should have heard from him by now. It’s uncharacteristic of him to not have a scheme cooked up and in motion by now.”

“Father is correct, we should be looking further into finding the Joker,” Damian said, “If any of you have information regarding this case, I suggest you share,’’ he sneered, and if he wasn’t practically three feet tall, it would have been fairly intimidating.

“We're doing the best we can, Damian, if Joker’s up to something we’ll know about it” Tim said.

Up to this point Jason had been watching the conversation, trying to hold back his laughter, but a few chuckles managed to escape and he folded into it. Everyone in the group froze and turned to Jason as he pulled his helmet off, still wracked with giggles.

When he had finally managed to calm himself down, wiping a few stray tears from his eyes, Damian piped up, sounding wary at Jason's sudden outburst.

“What is so funny Todd?”

“Nothing, nothing,” Jason said, fighting back another round of laughter before schooling himself into a more serious disposition. “Joker’s not up to anything, don’t worry.” He said. We watched as his family’s faces went from wary, to confused.

“And how do you know that?” Damian questioned further, bristling.

And this was it. Jason delighted in the way everyone’s faces fell when he said with icy diction,

“Because that motherfucker is dead.”

And everyone exploded.

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By the time he managed to escape the cave (and the incessant questioning) all his earlier energy had been sapped out of him and Jason was ready for a very long nap. He was heading back to his apartment in Park Row when something caught his eye. Or perhaps someone.

“Twice in eight hours? I know you’re not from here but that’s still gotta be some kind of record,” Jason quipped as he tied up the assailant he’d just knocked out.

Danny Fenton stared down at him from his place pressed against the alley wall. His face set in an indignant frown. His ice blue eyes glinting slightly in the ever growing morning light that had finally made itself through Gotham’s thick smog.

“Well it’s not like I’m trying to get attacked,” He ground out, “I just wanted some fucking coffee.”

“At four in the morning?” Hood responded, raising an eyebrow under his helmet.

Danny’s mouth opened and closed a few times before he turned to collect his discarded belongings. When he spoke his voice was softer, “I wasn’t planning on sleeping anytime soon.”

Oh. Jason had forgotten that, even if it was an accident, even if it was the Joker of all people. Killing was a hard thing to deal with, and this must be weighing on Danny. Jason mentally kicked himself for not accessing them for shock. In retrospect all the signs were there, hidden just slightly behind the shaky facade. It was in the way Danny hadn’t touched their food at first. How they were despondent and their eyes kept drifting between empty and piercing, it was how they sat stiff as a board until Jason had mentioned their major. Until Jason had distracted them.

After a long pause that seemed as though it would last forever, Danny sighed.

“I should probably be going now,” He said, pushing past Jason to the entrance of the alley. “Don’t worry, I’ll be more careful this time,” He threw a half hearted grin over his shoulder, disappearing around the corner. Jason couldn’t even get a word in before he was gone.

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Ack! Sorry if Jason is a bit out of character here, I haven’t actually gotten around to reading most (Read: Any) of his canon content yet, and I’m running mostly off Fanon and various character analysis I've read over the last few months.

What are your thoughts? This is only my second ever attempt at writing something to post. I promise I read every comment and they make me so happy to see people interact with my word vomit. Next bit will be from Danny POV. Let’s see what's going on in their head.

Fair warning; I don’t plan on doing tag lists for the future, so this’ll be the only one. If you want to see more I recommend following me (I promise I do other cool things too)

@always-be-a-stranger @dragonfirefeather @thatonegaybitch68 @uraniumwizard @ace-aro-as-shit @rosiea184 @amyheart19 @sadpersonmadeoffruitpunch @dat1angel @tkiesai @idkmrpianoman @crystalqueertea @bianca-hooks123 @blep-23 @stargirl1331 @sjrose1216 @thegatorsgoose @akikkobara @help-i-need-a-cool-username

#dp x dc #danny phantom #dc #dead in main #when you accidentally kill a clown #bucket writes things #dead joker #dont really know what else to tag #jason todd #barbara gordan #batman #red hood #give me your thoughts on this positive and constructive negative

[thrasher-slashers]

i have a small headcanon since im shorty no kidding im 5'3 how the slasher will react to an s/o who the same height ?

Ooo first request let’s go!!!

I’m just gonna do my main boys if you don’t mind :>

Bo Sinclair

He teases you A L O T, thinks it’s cute

He may pick you up?

Like hoist you over his shoulder and walk around, he likes the height difference!

Kisses your forehead, yes.

“Darlin, your the size of a damn muskrat, and Yer talkin’ to me like that?”

Still will get mad at anyone else for commenting on your height, only he’s allowed to do that.

Vincent Sinclair

Not the one to pick you up, only if you want him to of course.

Unlike his twin, he doesn’t tease you that much!

He will bend down to kiss you on the lips, he just feels it’s more intimate…

Thinks it’s cute when you pull him down for a kiss or hug.

“My love, your as beautiful as they come.”

Also will get irritated if anyone comments on your height, maybe not as much at Bo, but he’ll still get mad.

Lester Sinclair

Your pocket sized!!!

Thinks your adorable -

There’s a chance he might try to pick you up- it’s mostly for hugs though, you ain’t that much shorter then him!

Definitely will tease you every now and then, but there’s no malice behind it! If you ask him to stop he will :)

“Sugar! Get down from there! You’re gonna get hurt!” You, climbing on the counters to get chips

Again, only he’s aloud to tease you about your height, will throw something at Bo if he says something.

Thomas Hewitt

Thinks your fake a first, you are… Itty bitty…

Very gentle with you, afraid he’s gonna break you! Of course, your not as fragile as he thinks you are ^^’

Definitely will pick you up for a hug

Doesn’t have a teasing bone in his body, will treat you like royalty!

*huffs at you climbing the counters to reach something* he doesn’t want you to fall and get hurt!

Pummels Hoyt if he says anything, doesn’t have to worry about his momma, she likes you! Glares at Monty if he shares his opinions on your height.

Bubba Sawyer

Lord have merthy, this man might suffocate you! With affection of course!

Forgets his own strength, and also forgets how small you are… what I’m saying is, cuddles need a safe word.

Forehead kisses!!!

Wont tease you, but sometimes it feels like he is :’)

He squeals everytime you try and get something up high! He can reach it for you, what are you doing???

Doesn’t really pick up on his brothers teasing you, but if it bothers you, he will do something about it! Can’t have his s/o feeling bad, can we?

Jason Voorhees

Oh my god. Smol.

He will pack you around, don’t even have to ask, your in his sight at all times, very protective.

Loves when you have to jump up to him to kiss him, he will commit even worse crimes then he already has to keep you safe.

Has moved everything in the cabin down a level so you don’t hurt yourself climbing… what a sweetheart!

Mumbles how lucky he is to have you when you cuddle, he doesn’t talk much, so he means what he says.

There isn’t really anyone around to tease you, however if he sees someone bothering you, he won’t hesitate bitch.

Michael Meyers

Another one who thinks your fake, you are… small.

Definitely picks you up once your close enough, surprised at how light you are.

Stole a ladder stool for you… look at him being nice!

Teases you in silence… will watch you from afar trying to reach something without helping… sometimes he just walks away… what a jerk.

Stalks you, so anyone who gives you trouble is on the news the next morning :)

Alright! There we go!! Ik these are shorter! But I enjoyed writing them!!! If there’s any other slashers you’d like to see lmk!!!

#house of wax #house of wax 2005 #slasher #bo sinclair #lester sinclair #slasher x reader #bo sinclair x reader #lester sinclair x reader #slasher fanfiction #vincent sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair #thomas hewitt x reader #thomas hewitt #texas chainsaw massacre #tcm #bubba sawyer x reader #bubba sawyer #slasher community #slasher x gn reader #slasher x y/n #slasher fluff #slashers x reader #jason voorhees #jason voorhes x reader #michael myers #rz michael myers x you #rz michael myers x reader #rz michael myers #michael myers x reader

[amourisms]

lovesick.

summary : caught up in the toxicity of casual sex with your ex, you find yourself calling him up yet again.

pairing : jason todd x fem!reader

warnings : toxic relationship (?), fingering, pet names ( baby, angel ), breeding.

wc : 0.9k

a/n : sorry this is so short and not proofread its like 3am and i’m sad rn

whenever you two were in the same room, the air was dense. it never stemmed from the fact that he was your ex or some underlying hatred from it, actually the air was noticeably blue. your relationship with jason was extremely short-lived although the layers in the fleeting gazes and pursed-lipped smiles shared in passing had such a depth neither of you could understand.

you often looked back at your time spent together yet it always bought you back to one final memory; the both of you with tears in your eyes, your head on his chest, his hand in your hair and his other arm keeping you close when his words finalised the opposite. you remember his hauntingly soft tone was loud in your ears, "i know, baby, i know."

he never wanted to let you go, but he knew the darkness that consumed his riven soul would bleed into yours soon enough. he couldn't do that to you. how could he let the demons of his mind corrupt such an angel like you?

you remember his call that came a few days afterwards. you remember the tapping of your fingers on your wheel and the biting of your lip that managed to actually draw blood on the drive to his place. you remember his hand on your cheek, his finger wiping the liquid red on your lips. you remember his lips replacing his thumb and his comment on the taste of copper that elicited a smile from you. you remember the way his hands felt when he touched you.

you remember waking up to an empty bed.

that day you were certain his darkness did not corrupt you; it hollowed you.

you felt empty when he wasn't touching you, shaping you to be his and he needed you like a lifeline, even if he couldn't get you the way he wanted. even if you weren't together you both clung onto each other the only way either of you knew how, the only way you thought the other'd accept.

so you end up calling him again, and he ends up coming back, solidifying both of you as lovesick fools ignorant to the hurt.

your body felt as if it were a ravenous wildfire, starving for the touch and taste of him. needing to be his. even if it wasn't how you wanted. he wasn't sure why he kept going when he knew his poison was seeping into you more and more each time but maybe it was the sounds you made or the words you spoke that nested in the crevices of his bones that puppeteered him to kiss you and pull you closer.

you wore nothing but an old oversized t-shirt of his and underwear though he knew he was selfish for slipping his fingers underneath the bands of your panties. his fingers remain there hooked, bringing you closer and waiting for some sign of approval. forcibly you moved his hand as you impatiently stepped out of your underwear and began dragging his hand back down to your now soaked cunt.

he lazily trailed his middle and ring finger up and down your folds, before slipping a finger into your hole making you gasp into the kiss. when he added another finger and simultaneously began rubbing your clit with his thumb you were forced to break the kiss and roll your head back. as he began speeding up, more and more sounds escaped your lips finding a home in jason's ear but it was only when a soft whimper of his name, "jay…" came to light that he deemed the aftermath of love was such beautiful ruins.

he was all too familiar with your body, so it wasn't long before you came. your high washing over your entire body making you spasm around his fingers.

he let you take a moment to come back to reality, only to allow himself to undo his pants and step out of his boxers. with his level of need, one hand was rested on your hip and the other stroking his cock before you could even catch your breath. he began dragging his dick through your folds, alike earlier with his fingers, gathering your wetness on his tip before prodding at your entrance and finally pushing in and bottoming out in one fluid motion.

the hand that wasn't on your hip found its way to the nape of your neck to bring your face close to his, your moans and whimpers brushing against his lips. "you feel so good, angel" he whispers to you and you tighten at the beloved pet name he's kept for you all this time. he takes your lips into another kiss as you bring your palms to rest on his muscled chest and its moments like these where the shadows don't seem to follow him and your contaminated edges seem to fade. its moments like these where everything seems so right and perfect and blindingly light.

his thrusts get harder and faster and you become a babbling mess, breaking the kiss yet again though this time to sing praises which you know will be his breaking point. his movements become sloppier and his head begins to get woozier though he still manages to draw circles on your clit and suck at the sweet spot on your neck. your lips remain parted and can't seem to shut as he manages to overload your senses. you could only comprehend one sentence he spoke, "cum for me, baby."

your mind had already ascended due to the pleasure he bought you when your orgasm came crashing over every inch of your body. your legs were on the verge of giving out and your eyes stuck rolled to the back of your head as jason continues a few more careless thrusts before his cock twitches and he releases inside of you with a deep groan, leaving you full of him.

#jason todd #red hood #arkham knight #jason todd smut #red hood smut #arkham knight smut #jason todd x reader #red hood x reader #jason todd x y/n #red hood x y/n #dc comics #dc smut #dc robin #smut

[l0verb0t]

jason todd × masc/male reader. | aftermath loving.

SUMMARY: a fic about Jason getting bombarded with affection by his boyfriend after a mission. WARNINGs: physical contact, slightly suggestive, && the f slur used once. WORD COUNT: 800+ NOTEs: second person && no plot. this insert is more of a tease, and nonchalant personality wise. [no terms or pronouns used to refer to the insert/reader, but they are gay.]

Every damn day was hell for him out there. Another lick of a chance, and Jason was just barely able to get out of another shitstorm he tried to help with. He was sporting enough bruises that almost his entire body had this burning sensation running underneath the skin.

Still, whatever he was dealing with when he did get back seemed just about as worse.

If he needed to describe you in one word, it would be annoying. The word everything came in second place. How in the hell you two ended up on the same ship was beyond him.

There you were, straddling his lap as you peppered kisses along the scarred skin running up to his neck, and if anyone saw him, he'd probably have shot himself right then and there.

He should've pushed you off when he had the chance; it wasn't like you were going to fall back on anything but the bed, and yet.

If he had to describe himself in the moment, the word hopeless would be an understatement. He just had to hope you wouldn't squirm too much while pressed against his skin.

The groan that managed to slip past made the cramped feeling building up in your neck all the more worth it.

"You good there, buddy?"

And that voice. Sometimes he wanted to push you down and muffle you into the sheets, but then he had to mentally hit himself before his mind could drift in a much different direction.

"Don't call me buddy."

Hands wrapped around your thighs to keep you in place; fingers dug into them in case you got any bright ideas. Still, it didn't help with how close you were.

"Are you telling me we're not the best of pals?" You asked, and Jason had to pretend it wasn't one of the stupider things he'd heard that day.

He pushed against the bed, sliding over the fabric until he was stuck in an awkward position where his neck was bent forward as he looked up at you. He lied on his back while you were pushed forward into his stomach.

"Not even close."

And as if to make everything worse, you leaned down to his level and adjusted your own position so you were lying on him, elbows propped up on either side of his head as you continued like nothing.

"You're real touchy with your non-pals, then."

He couldn't get out his own reply fast enough for his liking: "I'm touchy?"

"Well, right now, at least. You usually aren't, though."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah." His rib cage felt like it was trying to suffocate his own heavy, beating heart the moment one of your hands started tracing right down the center of his chest. "You're so repressed, you'd make your old man jealous."

Jason grabbed that hand and held it there against him, making sure you couldn't continue whatever that was before he felt sure enough that his voice wouldn't break. "Thanks."

From there, his other arm wrapped around your back and pulled you down against him. Your head was buried into the side of his neck, and a part of him wanted to hold you there only so you couldn't keep messing with him.

Of course, he couldn't get what he wanted with his luck.

Your lips pressed up to the skin of his neck, and words spoke in a muffled way as you shifted downward.

"You're perfect."

He could barely even tell that the snort that rang out came from himself; the sound quiet before he smiled.

"Yeah?"

With an inhale, you continued, "We're perfect."

His head lied back against the headboard, too tired to keep it up anymore, even to look back at you.

He sighed. "Egotistical much?"

The way your arms grew tighter around him made it all the more worth it to him.

"Perfect match."

A hand rolled down your back, creasing the folds so he could rub the muscles underneath. The bones in his hand popped as he cracked his knuckles, trying to relieve himself of some of the aching tension building underneath.

Sometimes he'd rather die than let himself look soft, but that didn't change the fact was as large as his heart. He'd already given too much to people who didn't care enough in his eyes, and even if you were supposed to be different, he couldn't help putting up an act.

And so he scoffed, "Sure, we are."

Like it didn't deter you, you resumed, and from there, he just had to keep himself quiet so you couldn't hear how breathy he was getting.

"You and I? Two peas in a pod."

He clicked his tongue and then just rested his head over yours. "Sure."

"Two fags on an ashtray."

That was enough to get a laugh out of him.

"Yeah, okay."

After shifting around in place for awhile, he made it so his neck didn't feel like it was going to snap, lying back on the bed itself. He wrapped both his arms around you in turn.

"Just go to sleep, babe."

#jason todd x male reader #jason todd x reader #jason todd #dc #written #fluff

[tinkerbelle05]

Batfam as catshifters pt 2

Part 1 (But you don't have to read if you don't want. Anyway I have more brainrot of this au so here ya go

Jason would be the type to hiss at people but also crave love and attention, especially from Bruce. He could argue all he wants but it’s clear as a day when he purposefully shifts and cuddles up to Bruce when he’s feeling neglected.

Every single one of the kids has napped on Bruce’s lap when he was in an important league meeting (once the secret was out ofc) and they made it into a game to see how many times they can get him to crack that stony expression. 

Cass is leading the scoreboard with a whooping 30 times while Tim is dead last with a mere 8. Tim insists that he doesn't care but they all see the droopy cat ears.

Stephanie is absolutely in love with that red light, she’ll spend hours trying to catch the red light on the wall. If the walls have any scratches, you didn’t see them and moved on.

Alfred had absolutely raised hell because of it so everyone that was in cat form was forced into the cat room. 

In the room that’s for their cat forms where there are many toys and obstacles for them at their leisure. Every 6 months Bruce takes it down and gets a new and harder one (bc they keep complaining about how “easy” it was and that they needed an “actual challenge”, the old ones he donates)

Everyone always uses Bruce’s bed for cat naps and cuddles because it has so much space and everything’s just soft. Plus, there is a warm human they can cuddle up next to, who wouldn’t want that?!

Damian loved being in cat form to hang out with Alfred, the cat. Animals were his best friends so it was great to understand them on a deeper level. He loves sitting on Batcow and just existing with her.

Dick loves to be spoiled by Bruce so that he could maintain his self-proclaimed position as Bruce’s favorite. Belly rubs, scratches behind the ears, the whole nine.

Tim often “runs away” from home when his family is being too much of a family. He doesn’t hate it but he isn’t used to attentive families. 

When that first happened during his Robin era, Bruce went on a whole manhunt for this kid, his mind kept wandering to broken bones and smoke. 

Once Tim was found, he was hiding on a rooftop (these bats and their rooftop, I swear) he was given a stern talking too and a heart-to-heart. Afterward, he was allowed to go on breaks, but give head-ups and check in every so often.

There are protocols if they happen to shift during patrol or a fight. First, a smoke bomb goes off and covers the entire area in a thick layer of smoke. Every team is notified and those who are closest come to get the person out of there and then they deal with whatever was going on prior.

The cat shifter then goes to one of the many designated rooftops to be collected or they just go home by themselves. Even with this detailed plan, there have been many, many close calls.

Like that one time Condiment King almost got Duke in his cat form if Cass hadn’t come in the literal nick of time or when Damian got transformed while fighting Killer Croc.

The kids like to follow Alfred around while in cat form so that he can “accidentally” drop whatever dinner their eating for that night, and “Oh now, it’s on the floor, we eat can’t this piece of fish for dinner but-” and it’s already being eaten by Dick. Jason was hot on his trail too but Dick’s agility had given him an edge. This leads to Alfred “dropping” another piece on the ground for Jason to eat.

Bruce comes in with a raised eyebrow but no one offers an explanation for his unanswered question and he doesn’t mention it.

#bruce wayne #jason todd #dick grayson #cassandra wayne #damian wayne #stephanie brown #tim drake #duke thomas #alfred pennyworth #batfam #batfam fluff #batfamily #batdad

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Jason would absolutely be able to tell the moment you got home if it’s been a bad day. Patrol planned or not he would drop everything to have you sit in his lap and give you a good shoulder massage while you rant about your day.

"No bones day today?"

Jason paused, watching you stand in the middle of the floor, rubbing your eyes with your sleeve and looking at the guitar and amp in the corner of the room with what he can only describe as confusion.

"No bones," you confirm, crumpling into the sofa with a yawn and curling up in your spot.

"No bones it is," he said, starting the kettle for tea and crossing the floor to drop a blanket over you, knowing you'd wrap yourself up until you achieved the optimum level of burrito.

He used to worry when you had these kinds of days- but now he could almost predict it. And he'd had a feeling yesterday. For the last few days really that one was coming. Your bursts of manic energy and the effects of not getting enough sleep tended to slam into you; leaving you tired and punchy for a little while.

"I'm sorry-"

"Pockets," he snorted, "the zoo isn't going anywhere. Neither is the ice cream place you like."

"This is Gotham."

"Yeah," he chuckled, "But we already had this month's Arkham break out. AND the full moon isn't until next week."

"Fair enough."

"So, no bones. We'll loaf around and you can rot your brain for a day."

"It feels like jello."

"I bet it does," he said, leaning over the couch to pet your hair. "But it'll firm back up in a day or two... At least you didn't go on a hike."

"That's true." You groan and stretch, "How many times did I-"

"You didn't," he said, "You rented a carpet cleaner and didn't wait for me to get home to move the couch. It was impressive, honestly."

"I remember that," you answer yawning. "That doesn't explain why my shoulders hurt so bad."

"Carpet cleaner," he said practically. "Cobbler or brownies?"

"Do we have cherries?" you ask, turning to look up at him.

"Peaches."

When your nose crinkled he smiled a little, "Brownies it is."

#Jason Todd #Jason Todd x reader #scruffy!verse #ask answered #minors dni

[002yb]

Can you give me more of Jason taking care of his sick boyfriend? Dick is so helpless when it's about taking care of himself

Always, anon. ///u///

It never fails that Dick will deny being sick even when he has a fever of 103 and a cough so hoarse it makes everyone's bones rattle. He's layered in a way that would put a sweet babushka in wintertime to shame and still shaking from chills. For real though, it's just allergies. He's fine.

Jason counts himself lucky that Dick isn't one of those guys that acts like they're on death's doorstep when all they've got is a common cold, but at the same time? Dick pushing himself might be at an equal level of annoying, given their lifestyle.

His most solid argument in getting Dick to admit he's not feeling well? Leveling with Dick to fuck him and watching as Dick grimaces because there's no way in hell he has the energy for that. Either he owns up to being sick or he can live in self-perpetuated shame for not being able to fuck his hot toddy boyfriend.

Dick might be a bit petulant after that. It doesn't last long though, because for the most part Dick will just sleep.

More:

Jason doesn't actually have great bedside manners when taking care of someone; not necessarily mean, but isn't a wet dream of a nurse, either

Unless he feels like it, of course. Depending on how much trouble Dick gives him up to the point of getting Dick to rest and recuperate, Jason will retaliate by playing sexy nurse if only to torment Dick because he can't do anything about it and encourage him to get well faster (Dick groaning because really, Jay? Mean. Meanwhile Jason cackles because he knows. (ꈍ ꒳ ꈍ✿))

Jason slapping Dick with a cool towel to help bring down the fever, or smacking a cold compress onto him. Manhandling Dick around to slap more over Dick's back

Manhandling in general because Jason can - pulling various sweaters and sweatshirts off of Dick because they're damp from sweat/fever and don't give him that look, dick. Jason is doing Dick's laundry ffs.

Related to the above: Dick bargaining for Jason's sweatshirt. Jason coming back with his terms and Dick snickers about it because said terms are really just things Dick would love to do anyway (i.e. Jason wants to be fucked and eaten out and put on bed rest himself damnit get better faster)

Jason being a bit softer once Dick is asleep

Brushing sweat matted hair out of Dick's face, monitoring his fever in a more gentle fashion than threatening to shove a thermometer up Dick's ass

Dick sometimes waking up during these more gentle moments and smiling a bit. Reaching his hand up from beneath too many blankets to take Jason's wrist and kiss the heel of his palm

Extra:

Dick not being 'sick' necessarily, but he starts to lose his voice for whatever reason and it does that thing where it gets all low and hoarse and when Jason hears it he lights up because on the one hand, voice cracking under these circumstances is hilarious. On the other, 'oh hey sir. Hi daddy. (ꈍ ꒳ ꈍ✿)' and Dick's voice breaking because omg stop. But of course Jason doesn't and Dick hacks up a lung laughing.

Then Jason gets him tea because Alfred gives him a look and it's all easy contentment and comfort (and crude jokes about puberty and dark humor from Jason because what's that like and Dick is OTL and Jason cackles).

#jaydick #dickjay #thank you for the ask~ #caretaker!Jason

[intimidating-fettuccine]

Ok, we know that all creeps in yandere mode are absolute run for your life, but-

In your opinion, who would be the MOST UNSTABLE AND DANGEROUS creep yanderes?

(because I mean, I don't think you compare the danger level of a yandere hobo to a yandere EJ)

I went ahead and did this assuming Y/N is compliant and allowing them to be affectionate, as I think they all have some level of breaking point if Y/N completely constantly resists

Added notes for reasoning

Most dangerous if compliant

Jeff (MASSIVE mood swings and an aptitude for violence and beatings even if you're compliant, takes out his anger on you, these lessen over time)

Toby (Has a HUGE thing for causing pain and biting and blood, causing you injury and breaking your bones is a frequent punishment regardless)

Eyeless Jack (Gets hungry and bitey, but he does take proper medical care of you and doesn't mean it out of anger, but rather hunger and instinct)

Splendor/Candy Pop (Their dark sides are a nuisance at the best of times, watch yourself for your own safety)

Masky (Like Toby, enjoys causing you pain, but isn't out all that often)

Jason (Massive paranoia and fear that you'll betray him can cause some violence, will get nicer over time and move lower)

Dr. Smiley (Not bad in general, but will end up using drugs to his advantage on you if you begin rebelling against him again)

Natalie/Nina (Doesn't mean to cause direct harm if you're compliant, just gets over excited and rough sometimes, causing harm on accident)

Puppeteer (Slight mood swings at first, gets better over time, causes accidental harm in manic or angry mood swing)

Slender/Zalgo (What I would call middle ground, both are eager to have you accepting your place, both will shoot straight to the top of the list with violence and punishment if you disobey them. They balance based on you)

Liu (If you're compliant, he will still tease you and test you, but he's generally happy so long as your attention remains on him)

Sully (Easier on you than Liu, but sometimes he slips up and gets violent, massively caters to you and spoils you after any fuck ups)

BEN (Doesn't like causing harm so affection is key, but he might get moody and punish you over something stupid like not giving quite enough attention)

Jane (So long as you can be a nice little doll, unlikely she'll harm you)

Offenderman/Trender (Quite honestly just happy to have your affection, get a bit overbearing)

Kate (Gets so relaxed with you sometimes you let your guard completely slip, but her guard is always up)

Hoodie (Gets a lot more lenient and less threatening when you're complient, mainly lets Brian take over)

Tim (Content with affection, but he keeps a tight leash)

Laughing Jack (Completely content with affection)

Helen (Doesn't even like harming you in general, extremely subservient towards you as he views you as better than him)

Hobo/Brian (Giving them constant affection halts any of their possibly dangerous habits)

Least dangerous if compliant

#yandere #creepypasta yandere #creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta headcanons #jeff the killer headcanons #ticci toby headcanons #eyeless jack headcanons #splendorman headcanons #candy pop headcanons #masky headcanons #tim wright headcanons #jason the toymaker headcanons #dr smiley headcanons #clockwork headcanons #nina the killer headcanons #puppeteer headcanons #slenderman headcanons #zalgo headcanons #homicidal liu headcanons #ben drowned headcanons #jane the killer headcanons #offenderman headcanons #trenderman headcanons #kate the chaser headcanons #brian thomas headcanons #hoodie headcanons #laughing jack headcanons #bloody painter headcanons #hobo heart headcanons

[the-slasher-files]

May I request some nsfw predator-prey play with Jason Voorhees? I know I’ll be happy any way you would like to write it, thank you!

Taking 10 months to get a request done? never, lol. Dark dom Jason is my absolute favourite so I was excited when I got into the writing mood to do this, also tried to make it with a hint of softness so... I hope you enjoy🔪💕

MASTERLIST

RAPTURE AT CRYSTAL LAKE

The darkness consumed the daylight like a monster that ravaged the forest among you, turning the branches black and roots twisted out of the soil below you, wanting to pull you down; much like the child that was pulled down below the waves. He was fast. He was deadly. You had seen what he had done so many times before.

Your lungs burned and your legs tingled from running through the maze of trees that was his home. Everything started to look the same in the dark night as the wicked storm clouds covered the skies leaving you with no guidance of the stars or the moon. Twigs snapping under your feet signalled your place as you ran away from the creature, the protector and the man that people thought was just a myth, but you knew all too well that he was real. You were just his toy, something like an experiment when he was curious about humans. As far as he knew, he was a human but everything pointed in the other direction, something ripped from fairytales or the supernatural. He could see himself in you at times when you would cook together or cuddle in the cabin's bed, but others it would just frustrate him, why couldn't he control his rage when it came to people? why couldn't he worship you the way he wanted?

Silent, despite his heavy frame and the forest hid him well, like an owl's camouflage amid the tree trunks. He was a predator here, hungry for the carnal desires he was told to push away for so long and had watched for years as he made rivers of crimson that flowed into the waters where he truly died. It would all wash away in the water and rot into the earth.

The creature heard each gasping and rough breath you exhaled, tasting your fear as your mind became exhausted, clouded and hazing from the chase he made longer and longer with more enjoyment seeing you get confused and try to outsmart him, but all you were doing was getting dumber from the terror.

How long had it been? When started the chase it was daylight-- Your thoughts were halted as suddenly your skull cracked against the aged pine and your breath completely was forced out of your chest as a broken hand fisted your hair. With vision blurry from the impact, all you could feel was heavy weight pressed against you, marring your delicate skin as you tried to force yourself to twist around within his grasp. Abruptly, the creature let you go to face him -only your eye level meeting his torn open chest protected by thick decaying bone- half-lidded eyes gazed up at the masked man, Jason.

Muffled breathing could be heard from behind the aging mask, pieces chipped and broken away from the campers that gave him a run for his money but it always ended up the same, bodies laid out for his mama to see like a judgemental god. You leaned against the tree to support yourself, feeling hazy from the hit to the head as a small trickle of scarlet ran down your right temple and his milky eyes barely showed themselves in the cover of night, oh but you could feel them. It was like he almost cared when he tilted his head to the side, watching the blood drip now from your jaw and slowly a hand came up to smooth the thick pads of his fingers across your cheek, that was however until you turned to make a break for it but Jason was too fast, knowing all your tricks. Instantly the sound was deafening as the unforgiving immense machete was forced into the tree mere inches from your ear, caging your body in place.

It was now again just how small you were against him as he pressed in, forcing his thigh between your legs that wanted to buckle but by a twisted trained urge a heat ripped through your lower belly. Jason's body towered yours forcefully yet with a strange consistent softness, he wanted to love you, he needed to. Slowly, the hulking beast leaned down towards you and so gently, so sweetly looked in your eyes before pressing the cold plastic goalie mask into your hair and nuzzling against your ear almost as he was hushing you softly and telling you it was going to be ok.

Clutching the ripped clothes on Jason's body almost as an instinct now, your head fell back against the bark with lips parted and with a soft breath you spoke, "Jason.."

It was almost a beg for him. A need and twisted fate to be with him. Monsterous hands smoothed gently down your skin, picking you up with ease and listening to the hot air you breathed returning it with a low growl as your legs interlocked around Jason's thick waist. Your need for him was undeniable.

The undead being pulled back to just gape at your beauty in the starless night as he held you. Grinding the hard, clothed member between your legs loving when you began to fall apart. With hast in a primal lust, Jason ripped the enormous blade from the trunk - sap oozed out like the blood that soaked into this forbidden land- moving it between you both he tore the clothes from your body in one careful swipe. Cool lake air hit your skin making you gasp that fell into a pleasing moan.

"Jason I need you" You whispered, hands moving quickly once the machete was tossed to the side and undoing the creature's pants, freeing his thick and heavy cock.

The sight and the feel of it alone made your insides clench. Easily moving you up a little, Jason sunk your body down on him. Stretching your hole as it did every time and yet you would never get used to just how big he was. Feelin every vein and twitch of it tightly inside as your wetness coated him.

Dark inhuman groans radiated from the throat of the supernatural creature, such an immediate contrast to your sweet moans and whines. Cupping Jason's thick neck as he was in full control. Milky eyes of the dead looked in yours, needy and hazy, he raised you slowly up and down on him. Huffing slowly with deep strokes he bowed down a little to rest his forehead on yours as he used you how he wanted in the dead of night.

#my writing #jason vorhees x reader #jason vorhees imagine #jason voorhees #friday the 13th #horror #slasher #slashers #slasher fandom #slasher x s/o #slasher fanfiction #x you #x reader #x y/n #smut

[metawatts]

Thoughts on the PEAK Ironwood vs Watts fight from vol7?

Creative use of environment my beloved: Watts hacks. the whole. the whole arena. what a godtier move. The way he uses the changing gravity, the geysers, the magma, his own hardlight hexagons, even the different levels of height. The way JAMES uses it, where at one point you see him pick a different route just so he can get the drop on Watts. You do not see shit like this in other rwby fights, you really don't.

Interesting understanding of strengths and weaknesses on both sides: James has one goal in the fight and that is 'get in close'. He knows the moment he's in there he's going to absolutely body Watts, and Watts knows it too. They're both counting Watts's bullets (hilarious), and Watts is doing everything he can to prey on breaking down James's aura and stay away before James gets him. They both know exactly what the other can and can't do, and it's just a really interesting thing. And then when both auras are off and they close ranks? How Watts hides a ploy behind ploys and James shows just how tough his willpower is? great characterisation

Great song: I don't care what anyone else says: Caleb Hyles killed this, good on him, you go dude, take the crown, Hero is rad

Good voice acting: I mean these two VAs are two of the best in rwby. Jason Rose brings his everything to Ironwood (even if the lines are stupid), and Christopher Sabat is a goddamn professional, that's All Might, Major Armstrong, and Azure Lion right there

Emotional and evocative: 'you always were a pain in the ass' 'you never appreciated my genius' I love the messy break up so much these two had History sizzling right off the bone and it was so much more than we usually get in rwby writing, where they refuse to let anyone else interact with their villains unless its straight up torture porn (cough). what a shame

#rwby #rwde #fight-meta #rwby-meta #asks #mod watts #oh to be back in the pre-office scene times where I could enjoy james and watts being thrice divorced

[tetsunabouquet]

Basic Instinct Chapter 12

A/N: Warnings of abuse mentions (per usual), as well as bullying and racism- this is the Jabberwock chapter after all. Masterpost

"Are you really sure about that Jabberwock game?" You questioned softly, as you couldn't help but feel concern. "Of course I am. Why are you so worried love?" "Because their racist bullies! They're so tall and muscular, obviously, I am concerned about letting you play against them. Especially with the weight of the entirety of Japan's basketball players resting on your shoulders. They're already at NBA level, so doesn't it makes more sense to recruit the younger members of the Japanese national basketball team rather then some high schoolers with the potential for nationals?!" Your passionate, concerned rant made Akashi melt. 'She's so sweet and cute. When she looks like she's about to panic her eyes get so large I feel like I can see myself in them.' "Whilst I understand your concerns perfectly my love, this is a fight I cannot walk away from." Akashi kissed you on the top of your head as you sighed. There was no arguing in this, and you knew he wouldn't listen to you anyway. With a wry smile, you looked up at him. "Just don't let them hurt you okay. " "I won't. Don't worry, please." You let out another sigh, and watched as he went for the practise game with Vorpal Swords. All you could do was hope he'll be alright. You could just feel the presence of his father lurking in the shadows. He might not be really there, but you could feel his words and expectations pressuring Akashi to be glorious, victorious and above everyone. Urging him to go inside, and achieve victory on behalf of the entire nation. This might actually be a match big enough his father would compliment him for winning. With your own mother, you definitely knew what it was like to give it your all because you knew you'd be thrown a bone of affection if you did so, hope pounding in your chest because this might actually be enough to make them proud. You feared for the painful disappointment if his father didn't do anything, or worse, the consequences of Akashi failing everyone. You just wanted to keep him safe. Sometimes you thought of suggesting he'd drain some of his father's money and to just run away together. Both of you were turning 18 soon enough- you could elope together and never look back. It was an offer that tempted you ever so often, an offer you were still too afraid to make. Yet, every passing day, your fear seemed to melt bit by bit. This wasn't an okay situation, neither his homelife or yours. You needed to get out, and so did he. But that was a convesation for the future, right now, all you could do was show him the support he so very much needed.

You were in the stands with the Uncrowned Generals from Rakuzan, as the teams were introduced. 'They're all so really tall compared to Akashi… Are he and Kuroko really going to hold it out against a team that has such a height advantage in comparison?' You couldn't even sit down, it was as if every viber in your being was screaming at you to run into the court and break off the match. Overprotective girlfriend mode being fully activated. Reo put his hand on your shoulder and whispered in your ear, "It's okay y/n-chan. Relax, he won't be able to either when he sees you in this state." His words and gentle pulling, led you down on the seat next to him.

Akashi spotted you sitting down, and felt relieved. Of course, he could trust Reo to calm you down. 'Though I always pick the most dependable as my Vice Captain, after all,' was what he thought to himself as he turnt around to Midorima at his side. "We got this." Akashi muttered to his old friend, who pushed up his glasses. "Naturally." "You sure are talking cocky, for a bunch of monkeys!" Jason Silver's voice was a booming one, but the guy who was even taller then Murasakibara and at least as muscular as Nebuya could not intimidate Akashi. "Everyone always calls me cocky, but I am simply absolute." Akashi corrected, as the referee prepared for the tip-off. Zack huffed with distaste, and the rest of Jabberwock seemed as equally prepared to eat him and the Vorpal Swords alive. At least, that was their intention, but it did not reflect reality. Because no Jabberwock would go undefeated by the Vorpal Sword, not the Alice one, nor these ones. "Prepare your diapers, you little whiney babies! Call the hospital too, because you shorties aren't making it out of this match in one piece!" Jason continued to brag, and Nash Gold Jr at his side had a mocking smile playing on his face. As the ball was thrown into the air, he felt your eyes glued on him, and he smiled. Not with the cruelty of Nash Gold Jr, but genuinely and filled with warmth. He always played better when you were watching him. How he improved even beyond his already amazing skillset, was beyond everyone, but perhaps there was no better motivator then love. It made up for the lack of his father's presence, certainly. As he sprinted across the court, filled with your love and the memory of his mom's, this was all he needed right now. So as his 2nd persona disappeared and stitched itself together to his original one, he did not feel any worry for any potential effects it would have on his mental health. He had you now, and you were exactly what he had always needed. On the court and beyond. (Are Reader-Chan and Akashi ever going to run away? Who knows... But me, LMAO)

#akashi x reader #knb akashi #akashi #akashi seijuro #knb #kuroko's basketball #kuroko no basket #jabberwock #vorpal swords #knb last game #basic instinct #akashi seijuurou x reader #basketball game #international match #overprotective girlfriend

[fantasies-fairytales-n-fics]

Code Blue Ch. 42- Duck Duck Goose

Summary: The trip to the train bridge commences. Jo is overly annoyed with Lee and makes sure he knows it. An intense rush is shared. Lee meets Jake's bio daddy. Jason and Jo make up for the most part. He and Lee send her reeling. A shocking moment is witnessed. Lee confesses something already suspected by Jo. Liz goes to Ethan.

*Warnings* DARK!! language, angst, alcohol use, murder plots, depictive mentions of child death

Stories Stories Stories Masterlist

Chapter characters: Lee, Josie, Jason, Liz, Ethan,

Salem, Massachusetts

March 16, 2023

10:30 p.m.

The car ride to the train bridge was silent as Lee drove and you stared out your window, unable to stop seeing his lips on Angel's and her disrobing before him half naked. Sure he beat feet out of there but it didn't make your anger any less that he chose to even go in the first place. Still, you were curious as to what she told him although in that moment, you didn't even want to speak to him or even look at him for that matter.

Lee parked the car at the place you took him on your bike, then turned it off. A few minutes went by as you both sat there in the dark before Lee broke the deafening silence.

"Are you going to talk to me about this?"

"You mean like you talk to me about things?" you snipped and got out. As much as you wanted to slam his door to make him cringe, you quietly shut it in caution of your dark surroundings.

Lee sighed heavily, reached in the back to grab the flashlights and then got out too, handing you one.

The night air was crisp and the moon half full as you began to walk towards the sound of the horn to the train that now ran on the newly rerouted track under another bridge close by. It was a good fifteen minute walk, so you picked up the pace.

"Jo...could you slow down? It's still early and the path is not level. You're going to trip."

"Just keeping my distance. I can smell the rank of her cheap ass dollar store perfume all over you."

You no more than finished your snarky comment and down you went, tripping over a large tree root.

"Owww, fuck. Damn it."

"Jo, babe...are you alright?" Lee asked as he tried to help you up.

"I got it! I'm fine." you snapped, pulling away from him and continuing on with a slight limp.

Lee shook his head and chuckled. "Of course you are. Tough as nails. One of the many things I love about you."

"Can you just shut up?"

"Yes ma'am." he said and smirked, loving how damn sexy he thought you were when you were mad.

When you both arrived at the bridge, there was no sign of Jason yet. He was always punctual so you had at least an hour to sit there with Lee.

Lee looked around at the unfamiliar territory as he stood atop the bridge constructed of stone that overlooked the train tracks beneath. It had an old dirt road that crossed it and there were actually street lights and an old functional payphone nearby.

"So, you mean to tell me I could have drove here?"

"Well sure, if you don't mind driving your precious classic over two foot pot holes the entire way here." you retorted as you climbed up on the ledge and sat down.

"Yeaaaah, that would be a big fat no. Sooo, now what? It's only 11."

"A train will be though soon. It's pretty surreal to sit up here when it goes under. The entire bridge shakes and the wind will make your eyes water. I like to dangle my feet over the edge and swing them. It's like I'm running over top of the train."

"Interesting. The girl who's afraid of heights likes to be so daring."

"I'm not afraid of heights. I'm afraid of falling." you told him and finally looked into his eyes. Lee understood the look and your words that reminded him of previous conversations with you.

"I won't let you fall." he softly said and at down beside you and gazed down below. "That's still a hefty drop. If it didn't kill you, it would definitely break a lot of bones."

"Probably, but this ledge is nice and wide. I just hold onto the back when I let my legs hang over."

"You can always hold onto me."

You looked away and stared out into the darkness, feeling the softness towards him coming on...damn it.

"You want a drink?"

"A...drink?" you asked with a raised brow.

"Yep. Brought this little friend with me."

Lee pulled out a small pint of whiskey from inside of his coat pocket, then removed his coat and opened it up, handing it to you.

"100 proof. It'll warm you up and take the edge off." he said with a smile.

You half smiled and took it, then knocked back a swig, cringing instantly at the burn as the highly flammable liquid seared down your throat.

"It'll take more than the edge off. Like possibly the lining of my throat and stomach, holy hell." you stammered with a cough.

Lee chuckled. "You alright?"

"Yep." you grunted and handed it back to him. "Tough as nails, remember?"

Lee took a large gulp of the potent fire, completely tolerant of it's stinging burn, then hopped off the ledge and walked around the corner of the bridge.

"Cool, there's steps over here to go down to the tracks." he raved with a grin and headed down to look around. "You comin?"

"Nah...I'm good."

You then carefully turned and let your legs hang freely so you could view him.

"Yep, you're pretty far up there." Lee said and laughed as he peered up at you.

"This is nothing compared to the old unused trestle way up there just behind the trees that runs over the river wild. That's the one I'm afraid of. The fall and the water. Nope."

"You're not afraid of the water either. You're afraid of drowning...right?"

"You gonna save me from drowning too?"

"Always." Lee said. "But maybe you'll trust me enough someday to let me teach you how to swim first."

You became silent again so Lee put his hands in his pockets and began walking around, kicking rocks with his head lowered, and then he stopped and looked back up at you with a story telling smile.

"Do you know I was afraid of trains as a kid? They were so big and I was so small. They were so loud, much like the storms that I also feared as you do."

"Not Jacob though. He was fearless for his size. In his mind, he was six feet tall and bullet proof. I guess we know who and where he got that from."

In that moment you realized how frightened he was to meet Jason, the man who was biologically Jacob's father, yet Lee was the one who who fathered Jacob for his entire short years and he was the only one Jacob knew as his dad....and now that reveal was going to become reality for Lee. Also in that moment, you forgave him about Angel, for Jacob was the only reason he did it. You saw Lee shove her away instead of continuing on and even if you hadn't been watching, you knew he still would have done the same thing. Lee was just a desperate father wanting to know what happened to his son.

"I...I remember your stories about your dad easing all those fears and how you ended up loving trains...and how Gordon helped you deal with the storms too. Parents are great when you have the right kind and you...you Lee, were the right kind for Jacob...and Jason knew and believed that. That's why he stayed away, to protect Jake physically from his life of crime and also mentally from being ripped away from the only father he had ever known. Now Liz...well, she wasn't nor is the right kind of parent and if Jason had knew that earlier, well...he would have handled her....in fact, he was going to and she knew it, which is why she aided in taking him out first. Lee....it's going to be ok. You and Jason, you're both victims in Liz's lies and manipulations. He's on your side, although he may not be too happy that I brought you here. I know your worried to see him but...Lee, his presence, it changes nothing. You...are Jake's daddy...always and Jake knows that."

"You really are so beautiful, you know that? Your heart, they just don't make em like you anymore." he chuckled. "I guess that's why it took me so long to find you. After everything I have done and everything I have put you through, you're still in my corner and I couldn't love you more than I do right now...ok well yes I could but you know what I mean. Jo Jo....about Angel...I..."

"I know baby."

The train horn blared from the darkness behind Lee and then a dim light came into view.

"Lee, the train, it's coming. Come on! You gotta sit up here and experience this!!"

Lee came jogging up the stairs, sat beside you and whipped his legs over the ledge. You both stared at each other with adrenalized expressions as a light breeze began to creep up, being carried by the speeding bullet.

You gasped at the echoing horn blaring one last time as the beast came straight for you and Lee, inching closer by the second. Lee laid his palm out as he gazed at your glowing face. You slapped your hand down onto his, fingers weaving tightly together in unison as the repetitive clanking of the rails grew closer. Your chests were tightening, but in a good way as you both stared the oncoming monster in it's glowing eyes.

Lee's arm went over your lap like a seatbelt, his other hand still clasping yours as your bodies became engulfed in a blinding bubble of the whitest white. You gazed at Lee who was in a relaxed trance like state as he faced his past fears head on. His eyes then closed and he tilted his head back, taking in the rush as the light took over him.

The train then rushed and roared beneath your swinging feet as it's violent wind of fury burst through your hair.

"WoooooOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!" you screeched into the night as Lee released the breath he was holding in a hard puff and he then turned with gaping eyes to watch the train disappear into the darkness followed by the fainting sound of the thumping tracks. All was dark and quiet once more except for the pounding of your hearts.

Lee's eyes quickly met back with yours, both of you panting with slowly forming smiles and then his hands came firmly to your face, his fingers gripping the back of your head. His gaze was intense and your eyes screamed with desire, both of you high on dopamine. Your trembling fingers grasped his wrists and then his lips swiftly made their way to yours, forcing a soft mewl to squeak out of you. The wind lightly lingered, swirling about as you both shared a deeply passionate kiss filled with urgency for one another. If it weren't for the fact you would be meeting Jason very soon, you would have knocked Lee to the ground and took him right then and there.

But then, the faint rumble of a motorcycle broke the heated moment and then it went silent. Gasping, you jumped to your feet.

"Jason's here!" you loudly whispered, grabbling Lee's wrist to look at his watch. Midnight on the dot.

As you gawked down the path with anticipation, Lee stood right at your side with his arm around your waist. Jason was quite stealthy, so you knew he would appear without a sound and then...there he was.

Jason halted briefly when he saw Lee and then he continued on his way to you, his face full of emotion that most would say he didn't possess but the truth was, only those he loved could keep stone cold at bay.

He then slowly approached you, one hand in his pocket as he reached for you with his other arm and hugged you, one thing he wasn't big on doing.

"I'm so sorry for everything." he whispered into your ear.

One thing though, when Jason was wrong, he admitted it.

"I know. I'm just so glad you're alive and that you're here."

Jason released you and smiled, then looked at Lee, making your heart sink as you expected stone cold to surface, but once again, your brother shocked you.

"Lee. It's good to finally meet you." Jason softly said and extended his hand out.

Lee reached back and shook his hand. "You too Jason."

Flabbergasted, you gazed at Lee, then at Jason. "You...you're not mad that I brought him?"

"I knew you would. I know you better than you know yourself Jo. I get it. I've already put you in an unfair predicament in keeping my secret. I never expected you to keep it from the one you love."

"Well umm so...let me cut right to the chase about my code red text. It's not so secret anymore Jay. Liz knows...accidentally by me, at the hospital. The witch was hiding and listening to a conversation I had with Lee. I'm SO sorry...I didn't mean to..."

"It's ok. Is she the only one?"

"As far as I know, she told Lee's neighbor, Angel, who's her friend and a nurse at the hospital....but...I don't know. Lee saw her with Ethan yesterday at the hospital and then there's Cyrus who...."

"I know all about Cyrus's new position. I also know you were admitted. Are you ok? You have to know I would have been there if I were able."

"Yeah, I..I know you would have and yeah, I'm ok now. Just stress basically. Lee...he...he got me there right away and..."

"I know that too. Thank you..Lee...for saving my sister."

"No thanks necessary. I would lay down my life for her if needed."

You smiled and rubbed Lee's arm.

"Ok, how do you know all of this?" you then asked Jason.

"I was eavesdropping on Mom's phone call to Livvie at the house before I took my bike."

"WHAT??? Jason! She's going to notice that it's gone, are you nuts?? How the hell did you get the keys, which she'll also know is missing??"

"Extra set I kept at Sonny's. Mom don't go in the garage often and as long as she sees my keys, she'll have no reason to look. If she does, I'll cross that bridge when I get there."

"Ummm, she was just in there and saw my car, asking me all about that."

"Yeah, why is your car there?"

"That's a story for another time. God Jason, this is all going to blow up in our faces. I mean, you're out riding your damn bike for fuck's sake. You couldn't have had Max or Milo take you??"

"Ok, so you know? I am wearing my helmet for once in my life. Many guys have similar bikes and dress like me when they ride...hell, Lee's dressed like me right now AND it's not like I'm joy riding through town Jo. And you know Sonny's guys are being watched by Cyrus's men and most likely the Zacchara's too, so no Jo. I didn't find it feasible to taxi around in Sonny's cars."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Well, if mom calls me about your missing bike, you know I'm going to have to tell her. I'm not going to lie to her like I've been doing now for all this time. When Jason, when is this going to end???"

"I'm working on that Jo."

"So you keep saying Jason and yet, here we still are. If I hadn't seen you, would I still be in the dark??"

"You were going to be the first person to know, I swear it. It just wasn't supposed to be so soon."

"Oh really? Sonny knew before me. Sonny and Carly always come first."

"Jo..don't do this. Not now. I didn't come here to fight. I missed you and needed to see you after knowing you were in the hospital."

You began to cry. "This is bullshit Jay. Having to meet in a desolate dark place because we can't just normally call each other or text without stupid fucking codes, or go to lunch together like we used to or...."

Jason pulled you into another hug, this time with both arms.

"I know. I'm so sorry. Soon Jo...soon. I promise you it will all be over and we can do those things again."

Lee watched in envy as you cried in the comfort of Jason's arms, for he wanted to be the one to hold you, but he knew you needed your brother in that moment, so he stayed silent and gave you both space.

"So, you're not going to tell me what you're planning?" you asked as you pulled back and wiped your tears as you sniffled.

"No Jo. It's better that way. You know that. The less you know, the less danger you're in which is why I couldn't tell you I was alive."

"I knew something was wrong Jay. That day you asked me over to Sonny's restaurant. You knew you you had a target on your back and told me you changed your will, but what you failed to tell me was that you left the boat to Mom and now look. She fucking sold it....and to Ethan's piece of shit dad of all people. Why Jason?? Why didn't you leave it to me???"

"Because I knew you'd keep it and Mom wouldn't. Jo...I wanted her to sell it. The Haunted Star has been a thorn in our family's side with all that I let go on there."

"Well a lot of good THAT did, because now it's just going to continue and get worse with dirty daddy Bloom running the show. I could have turned it into something good, like it once was!"

"Jo...just let it go."

"And why do I feel like you're not talking about the boat?? Oh, that's right, you can't or won't I should say, tell me. OK...so now what? What about Liz? What if she goes shooting her mouth off to make sure you really are dead?? How easy it would be for Cyrus or Johnny or even Ethan to do it since you're already legally dead."

"I told you I would handle her and I will."

"Yeah well...did you know she's dumped Craig's kid off with Angel?? Or should I say, Ethan's kid?"

"Craig will get Blaise back, mark my words. There's no way Ethan will ever get his hands on her. Craig will kill him before I do if that happens."

"Honestly? It should have already been done! God, I can't believe I'm saying things like that."

You turned to Lee and laid your head on his shoulder. "You...ok? You're so quiet."

"Yeah baby. I'm just letting the two of you talk."

"You can too...if...you want. About, you know."

"Phew...yeah. So uh...Jason. Jo...she told me about Jacob."

"I knew she would tell you that too. How could she not? I'm sorry for what Liz did to you. For the record, you're Jake's father. You always have been and always will be. I didn't know you but I knew who you were and knew Jake loved you. It's how I wanted it. He was better off with you." Jason told Lee with sincere eyes.

"Thank you, truly, for saying that but it turns out he wasn't though."

"That wasn't your fault Lee. I was going to remove her from the equation so you could raise Jake but then things got twisted around as you know."

"Jason...I was driving the car that night. It was dark and raining and I...I didn't check his buckle because she told me she did and I...I stupidly believed her....and I...crashed. How is that not my fault?"

"Because we all know it was hers." Jason immediately answered.

"And she will swear her innocence until she's blue in the face, which I wouldn't mind at this point. There's no proof. She'll never admit to it."

"She already did. That's why I was going to finish her. That's why she wanted me dead." Jason revealed, his blue eyes burning with tears.

You and Lee looked at each other, both stunned, then back at Jason.

"Wait...what?" you asked. "What do you mean she already did? You told me at Craig's you only suspected it. Jason, Lee deserved to know this! My god, he has blamed himself for so long!"

"I didn't know how to, I still don't but you're right, he deserves to know and it's time I tell you. So...here it goes. A few weeks before the accident, she let me see him one time in hopes it would make me change my mind and want to be with her. It was at the hospital when he went for a routine doctor's check up. He had just turned 5 and his hair was super blonde then...like mine was when I was that age and his eyes....I saw mine. She told him my name and he looked at me and said "Hi". While we waited, I sat and played with him. He had this toy train, the locomotive part. I guess I wasn't doing it right, moving the train about, so he showed me how to do it and when I did it to his satisfactory, he looked up at me with the biggest smile. And he said to me very proudly, "My daddy made this for me for my birthday"."

Lee's hand went to his mouth and he turned around to hide his welled up eyes. You immediately went to him and hugged him, unable to even imagine what he must be feeling.

"Lee, I'm sorry...I...I just thought you would like to know how much he adored you and that train, but I'm sure you already did. I..I should have left this part out, it was...really selfish of me. It's just that...it's the only moment I ever had with him after finding out he was mine...well, my blood anyways." Jason regretfully said.

"No...no...it's alright. I remember that day. I was upstairs working." Lee replied, his voice a bit choked up. "Please....just go on about Liz."

"Ok. Well.....about a week after Jake's funeral and I was out on some business one night. I came across a highly inebriated Liz and she was with Ethan, walking on the pier. It was the first time I had seen him in awhile and found out he had come back for the funeral after we talked for a bit. Then Liz asked Ethan to leave her and I alone for a minute and as soon as he walked away, she started in on me, blasting me about choosing Britt. She was belligerent and slapped me, more than once but I took it with a grain of salt, believing that she was just grieving and clearly three sheets to the wind, just like she was the night she told me I was Jacob's father."

The grain of salt comment had you and Lee briefly glancing at each other.

"She then began to belittle me with excessively added vulgarity and then she said...."

Jason had to stop for a moment, for it was very hard for him to relay what he was told.

"Whew man...umm...ok...she said....."You should have chosen me, then your son would still be alive." Her eyes were so sinister and I...I think for the first time in my life I was speechless. I just remember blankly staring at her as she rambled on how she purposely started a fight with Lee, striking him and grabbing the wheel and also how she.......how she intentionally left the buckle to Jake's car seat undone and lied to Lee, saying it was latched. She screamed at me, saying this is what you get for choosing that slut and in that moment, I...I thought, no, she's drunk and lying to hurt me but her cold eyes told me she was telling the truth. I wanted to strangle her but Ethan came out and then a few civilians came down the steps. He got her to leave with him and that's when I vowed revenge. She knew I would come, so that's when she took off to New Zealand. She conveniently came back two months later with Craig and knocked up, claiming the kid was his so I had no choice but to back off. She had used him and her pregnancy and he wouldn't listen to me that I believed her to be pregnant before she left. Of course he learned the hard way a year later when they split up and she took off with Ethan and Blaise. I stupidly let her go because I was having problems with Britt over my guilt and deemed Liz to be Craig's problem as I felt he deserved and then she resurfaced with Ethan, hanging around with Johnny and then a year after that, all that shit went down with Cyrus and he went to prison for two years, but shortly before he was released....I learned of the target on my back and then....I died."

Lee's lips were bound tightly together as he visibly shook. You took his hand and tried to calm him.

"Lee...hey...look at me. Breathe baby."

"I'll breathe when she breathes no more." he said in a cold dark tone. "She stood over my hospital bed after the accident, not a fucking mark on her as I laid there all cut up and told me Jacob was dead before I even knew what happened and then she told me it was all my fault and her eyes....they were the same as you just described them. Jesus...I...can't right now."

"I remember you telling me about that. God Lee, I'm so sorry and for you too Jason. She belongs locked away for life."

"She deserves much worse than that." Lee reeled. "You've said you're going to handle her Jason...so...when?? I'll gladly assist."

'What?? Lee, don't say things like that, please." you said in panic.

"Why not?? She killed my son! She planned the whole sick fucking thing and I now I know the truth, finally."

"Ok, Lee, this is another reason I didn't want to tell you. Trust me, I know what you're feeling and I myself had to literally be tied down so I didn't run out there half cocked and do something stupid. You don't need the back blow. Let me handle this. You have a lot to lose if you get involved. Your career and my sister. Is Liz worth all that???"

You anxiously stared at Lee, your eyes full of tears as he hesitated to look away from you and give his answer.

"I think I'm way past involved. You have a lot to lose as well. Britt for one. Don't you want to be with her eventually? You can't do that if you wind up in prison or really dead because you know you'll get back blow too."

"Lee, respectfully, I didn't do all this to just go lay down. They all tried to kill me and could have killed Jo in that explosion."

"I get it man. I've done things to get results, such as earlier tonight but it was flat out stupid. I wasn't thinking straight. Why not just kill two birds with one stone and then go from there?"

"I'm sorry?" Jason asked, confused.

"You need a fall guy and there's no one better than Ethan. He set you up for a fall now do the same for him. He was seen arguing with Liz today and it's all over her kid. I want him out of our lives as badly as you do."

"So you're saying to set him up for her death?" Jason asked, seemingly interested in the idea.

"Ok, whoa!! Lee, are you really standing here right now, plotting a hit with my brother???? Do I really have to ask you WHO you are again??? You've all lost your damn minds! You just said you did something stupid because you weren't thinking straight and then you do a 180 right into a pre-meditated murder scheme. This cannot be happening right now. I'm dreaming. I'm fucking dreaming. You're a doctor! You chose to save lives Lee. You took that oath. You're not a fucking assassin like Jason with a death warrant! I never should have brought you." you raged as you began to pace. "And you Jay, you're actually considering this??"

"Jo...you've known my plan all along so why is this so shocking to you?? You know how this ends Jo whether you like it or not."

"Oh I don't know, maybe because it involves my fucking boyfriend who I don't want to be like you! You do what you gotta do Jason, but you leave Lee out of this. This ENDS here. This conversation NEVER happened. I'm done and I'm going the fuck home."

You stormed off, climbing over the metal guard rail and marched down the path to get back to the car.

"Jo! Hold up." Lee shouted. "I gotta go man."

"Yeah, of course, go. I'm sorry about all this."

"No worries. Just do what Jo said. Do what you gotta do. There's no judgement on my end, so you know." Lee assured and then ran off after you. "Jo, wait up!"

It was another silent ride home, for it was always one step forward and two steps back when it came to happiness anymore. You and Lee had shared such a wonderful moment together at the bridge and then just like that, it all went to shit in a matter of minutes. Sure, you wished Liz would disappear, the same as Jason and Lee wished she would, but to plot her demise was utterly insane.

Your thoughts were soon distracted as Lee neared his house.

"Lee, stop!!"

"What??!"

"Stop the car, stop the car!"

He quickly pulled off to the side and parked behind another car.

"Turn your lights off!"

"Jo, what is going on???"

"LOOK!"

Lee turned to see Mr. Carpenter speeding out to his car from Angel's house, looking quite pissed off while tucking his shirt in and adjusting his jewels.

"You've got to be kidding me. Gross!" you reeled.

Lee felt even more humiliated now and disgusted that he allowed that woman's lips to touch him and your reaction made him feel ten times worse.

Angel then came running out behind him and they stood at his car loudly arguing but not enough to hear what they were saying and then....he grabbed her by the throat and began screaming at her. You gasped as your hands flew to cover your mouth and Lee sat frozen, not sure if he should intervene. Angel wasn't the greatest human being but she didn't even compare to what Liz was and also, she was Dash's mother. Then there was the fact she had been really good to Lee's father.

Just as he had made the decision to get out and had his hand on the door handle, Mr. Carpenter freed Angel, then got in his car and sped off.

Lee waited until Angel went inside and then he backed up, keeping his lights off and turned down the alley that led around the back to his garage. Once inside the house, he went straight to the kitchen, turned on the light, then the music and grabbed a beer.

"Jesus...well if THAT didn't prove he was violent with his family and probably caused Henrietta's tumor. He's clearly dangerous." you anxiously puffed out and sat down across the table from Lee.

"If I see him put his hands on another woman, or even Angel again, I'm going to finish what I started with him....unless it's Liz." Lee expressed quite seriously as he calmly drank his beer.

There was that side of him again, angry and vengeful words paired with a relaxed nature and that truly frightened you.

"Tell me you weren't serious about Liz earlier tonight. Just tell me that, please." you quietly said.

"How do you want me to feel Jo? Because I can't feel a certain way just because you want me to. I want her to suffer like she made Jacob suffer and if that makes me a bad person, then so fucking be it." he quickly and flatly stated.

"But you're not a bad person Lee. You're not."

Lee was silent for a moment as he stared at and fondled the label on his bottle, then he gulped down the entirety of his malt beverage.

"It was me Jo. I did it."

"Umm, w...what...was you?"

"I cut her seatbelt." he bluntly answered, then got up and slowly trekked up the stairs.

You closed your eyes and sighed. Deep down you already knew that but you weren't going to make a big deal out of it, for you knew at the time, he only did it to taunt her like she had done to him for so long. But now, he was talking of harming her and conspiring with your brother to do so and that, you would definitely make a big deal out of. This is the kind of thing Jason did. There was nothing you could ever say or do to make him stop and his influence had already rubbed off on Lee in a matter of only thirty minutes. That severely worried you because that's how Jason got sucked into Sonny's world and you were not going to let that happen to the man you loved more than life itself and the way Lee spoke tonight and the look in his eyes while doing so, scared the living hell out of you, for it seemed to come so natural to him.

You decided to let Lee have some space and whipped up some leftovers from the dinner he made, then took a plate full in the living room and ate on the couch as you listened to the music he had turned on. Behind blue eyes came on and all you could do was listen to another sign being thrown in your face, because the song was a lyrical elucidation of Lee.

"No one knows what it's like to be the bad man, to be the sad man behind blue eyes."

"Ahhh, to what do I owe this displeasure after 1 a.m. when I'm drunk and cranky? I've been looking for you all day Lizzy." Ethan snarked as he played a game of solitary in the party lounge aboard the Haunted Star.

"Well, here I am, unfortunately. I debated coming here, you know, to have to listen to more of your ludicrous accusations about Blaise?"

"Then why did you come? Because that's my story and I'm sticking to it. She's my kid."

"Because you owe me."

"Excuse me?? How do I owe YOU anything??"

"Remember when you called me over to Johnny's after you got your ass kicked by Luke and needed help?"

"Oh...that. Yeah so?"

"Well now you can repay the favor and give me a place to stay. There's plenty of cabins here."

"Why the hell do you want to stay here? and where's my daughter??"

"Stop it Ethan." Liz snapped as she sat down at the table with him. "Stop believing everything your twisted butt buddy Johnny feeds you."

"Ok, he is NOT my butt buddy. He prefers women so you know."

"So do you but that never stopped you from swaying in the opposite direction. Anyways, speaking of your brother Luke. What's his deal? I saw him tonight at the bar and the dude was creeping me out. He kept staring at me, but it was more like a leer. You haven't been telling him shit about me have you?"

"Nobody has to tell him anything. He just knows stuff. That's what's creepy. As far as his look, it just got stuck that way. He's pissed off at the world and takes it out on everybody else. But fair warning. Steer clear of him. Lee's his friend. I'll bet my right nut he don't like you and that look he served, it was personal. Like Jason, he has no feelings of remorse. I'm his own brother and look what he did to me."

"Oh, you mean like what you don't and like what did to your own brother too?"

"Are you of all people judging me Lizzy B?? Paint it black why don't ya. Of all the years I've known you....it seems I don't really know you at all. Even Johnny said that the night you came to his penthouse. And he's not twisted you know, he's smart. He sure has your number."

"Whatever and you always fall for his line of BS, because that's what it is. Speaking of Zacchara, I also ran into him tonight, literally as I walked out of the bar and as usual, he was full of his rude wit, joking about me being a dead woman walking and pointing his finger at me like a gun and firing it, which he made no secret of at his place that same night you speak of that he wanted to off me. Luckily you talked him out of it."

Liz recalled that night. How could she ever forget how Johnny revealed all of her darkest dirty deeds, secrets and motives, hitting the nail right on the head about every single bit of it when she never even told a soul. Well, except for Jason in her drunken stupor...who was now alive and would eventually come for her.

"Oh right, when he toyed with you by holding a gun on you and made you go wee wee." Ethan jested with a hearty smile and now wished he hadn't talked Johnny down, for Johnny told him the truth about Liz and he had refused to believe it then.

"Ugh...that's not funny! Enough about him. Can I stay here or not Ethan? He creeped me out but honestly, it's Cyrus that I'm the most worried about." she said, wondering if she should even tell Ethan Jason was alive, for she believed it would highly distract him when she needed him to be focused on her. But at the same time, she also felt Ethan should be aware and ready, because Jason would come for him too. When was the question. Jason was strategic and stealthy. A thief in the night.

Ethan laughed. "Let me get this straight. You want to stay here to be protected from a notorious mob boss who hates your guts about as much as he hates Corinthos? I already got his hulk of a son on my ass with blackmail which he will soon pay for so I don't need Cyrus after me as well. And once again...where is Blaise??"

"Not that it's any of your business, but she is tucked away from Craig and his whack job creator. That's all you need to know. And if you fuck with Craig, you can bet your ass that Cyrus will be after you like flies on shit, that's if Craig don't get to you first."

"And keeping Blaise from Craig is your answer? That's why Cyrus despises you if you haven't noticed. Come on Lizzy, you don't have connections and resources like I do to keep you both under the radar. Renault has plenty of those as well. If he wants to find her and end you, which I would bet my left nut that he does, then he will. I mean, he actually gave you a head start by firing you. He likes to hunt and you're now the hunted. If you want to stay here, you need to tell me where she is so I can keep her safe from him and Craig if something were to say....happen...to you.... or no deal. You see...I am your only hope it seems, not that I want to be. It's simple really. I'm capable of keeping you both safe. Isn't that what you want and why you're really here? You gotta throw me a bone. I don't do shit for free."

"You'll really do that? Take care of her?"

"You know I will Liz. We can go get her right now and bring her here and then we can get out of dodge....go to the other side of the pond back where you won't be a sitting duck waiting for the goose and we will live happily ever after. Just you, me and our daughter. No way in hell Craig is going to have her. I'll put both my nuts on that."

"You're going to take us to England? Umm, what about Lee??"

"What about him?"

"Oh come on Ethan. Like you're just going to walk away from him."

"Well, right now, I kind of have to, but I'll be back for him and no one, not even that little tramp of his will stop me. I don't want to talk about him. These damn blue balls are killing me as it is cuz I'm growing bored of fucking Josie's sister. Now, are we going to do this or what? I'm getting a bit antsy here and you know how I get when I'm antsy."

"Yeah, antsy rearranges into nasty. Fine. She's with Angel. I'll text her and tell her I'm coming and to have her ready."

Ethan gazed at Liz, his dark eyes holding a look that could kill, like a lion locked on it's prey and he formed an even darker grin that quickly faded into an emotionless expression as she texted away. He also had her number and he had orders to carry out.

They then both got up and walked out with Ethan briefly stopping to turn the lights out as he smiled once more, followed by a dastardly chuckle and whisper under his breath.

"Lights out Lizzy."

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I'm worth nothing. To me, you're worth everything

finally filling out this request, guys i promise i'm not dead, still thinking of new story ideas every day

Nico couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t fucking breathe, and no one was coming. Will was working in the infirmary, Reyna and Hazel were at Camp Jupiter and no one else actually gave a shit about him on their own. In a group, he can’t be ignored without everyone else having a guilty conscience, but alone? Alone almost no one would seek him out. Jason might, and if he did Pery would tag along, but Jason was also at Camp Jupiter, so Nico was left to his own devices.

He could go scope out his boyfriend, knowing Will would quickly drop his paperwork in order to comfort Nico. But that felt like a journey away, and a very long journey at that. Will felt unreachable, both physically and mentally. Walking across the camp in this state would surely be a horrible idea. He knows that if he stands up all that will happen is his vision will black out into small dots, and he’ll have to fight for a few seconds to stay on his feet.

Then he’ll have to actually walk across campus. Not to mention all the prying eyes and uncomfortable looks he’d get from the other campers.

Him and Will and been fighting recently as well. Nico’s inability to communicate has them struggling to understand each other. Will’s constantly been annoyed with him for not speaking up, and Nico’s been pissed that Will needs to talk about every single little thing. Funny how that works out, seeing what predicament Nico was in now.

So no, going to Will was not an option.

He was sitting on the ground in his cabin, leaning against his own bed. He had been pacing before that, stuck in his own head and not knowing how to dispel his thrumming energy that felt like ants under his skin. He thought about going to the training grounds, ripping dummies to shreds with strike after strike. Summoning skeletons and listening to their bones rattle and bodies fall as he sliced through them.

But he knew his movements would be too sloppy. His steps too shaky and hands uncoordinated. He would’ve been too obvious. You can’t be the Ghost King and struggle in activities that you usually would excel in. He has far too much pride for that.

His breath keeps getting quicker and he can’t seem to suck enough air in to level it out. He’s getting dizzier by the second, and his brain is tellinghim how nice it would be to just let the black dots clouding his vision to take over. To escape feeling like he was going to die and to insead choose to close his eyes. 

He has never been afraid of dying. Death was just another thing, and with who his father was, it was never scary. If he died, he doubted anyone would care, he wouldn’t even care. Then maybe, he could find Bianca again, in her new life. He could look after her like how she used to do for him.

Nico felt like he was dying, the oxygen in his lungs getting fainter and fainter, and with the fatigue taking over he finally decided to lay down and rest.

  —

He doesn’t wake up until that night. It’s 6, nearing 7, and there’s a pounding in his head. His body feels weak as he tries to stretch out, like his limbs are lagging behind his brain and what he’s telling them to do. He feels heavy, like he has sacks of sand tyng him down on every joint.

It takes him second to realize what woke him up in the first place. Someone’s insistently banging on the door of his cabin.

“Nico.” Will tiredly calls out. He sounds annoyed, Nico thinks. He doesn’t have the energy to respond though. He doesn’t really want to anyways. The knocking doesn’t stop.

“Nico!” Will’s voice takes a harsher tone. “I know you’re in there. It’s dinner, let’s go.” Nico still doesn’t move. He thinks about it, comtentplating if it’s worth it or not. He wonders if Will would go away if he doesn’t get a response. Usually he would be breaking the door down by now, but with how they’re been fighting he doubts he’d stay.

He’s right. With one last exhausted yelled, an annoyed sigh, and grumbling that Nico doesn’t even want to try and make out, the knocking stops and his footsteps leave. 

He’s alone again. He feels kind of hurt that Will left, then again it’s his fault. And he’s too numb to feel anything right now. He’s felt like that for a while, honestly.

—

The next time he wakes up the sun is rising. His back and neck ache from sleepng in an uncomfortable position for so long, and his right arm is asleep. He hears bells chiming in the pavilion, signaling breakfast is starting.

He doesn’t realize how hungry he is until the thought of food crosses his mind. He groans as he pulls himself into a sitting position. He stretches until his bones pop and he stands up. He pulls on his aviator coat, and some black jeans he finds on the ground. They’re probably filthy, but he doesn’t really have all that much in him to care. 

He stumbles over to the pavilion. Not many campers are there at opening time, most making t for just the last half hour. It really only open this early for campers like the apollo cabin who have shifts working in the infirmary. Speaking of the apollo cabin, Nico fails to notice a certain blonde also headingn towards the pavilion.

“Nico!” Will calls, he turns to meet Nico halfway to the pavilion. Nico stops, looking up to meet Will’s eyes. Its an uncomfortable moment of silence where neitherof them say anything. What is there to say? They’re both confused about what’s going on, and who’s mad at who.

How do you start a conversation when you don’t know where you stand with the person you want to talk to?

“Sit with me?” Nico asks. His voice a bit scratchy from how dry his throat was. When was the last time he drank water?

Will has a small smile toying at his lips. “Of course.”

The rest of the walk is awkward. Will keeps reaching out to take Nico’s hand but retracting at the last moment. Nico pretends not to see it. He doesn’t know if he would want to take it. He doesn’t know what he’s feeling. 

They sit in stiff silence. There’s a slight rustle from the other campers, but no one is really awake at this hour to be up for a real conversation. They picked up their food on the way in, Nico choosing some bread and cheese, and Will having made himself a fruit cup.

“So…” Nico starts.

“So…” Will mimics. “What’s up?” Nico shifts a little in his seat.

“The sky. The sky is definitely up at the moment.” He says dryly. He keeps his eyes down, staring at his torn apart waffle.

“Nico.”

“Mm?” His gaze is still down.

“What are we doing?” Will sighs.

“What do you mean Willie? We’re having breakfast, and you’re eating something entirely too healthy and colorful for this early in the morning. As per usual.” He does look up this time, locking eyes with the blue ones right next to him.

“That’s not what I meant.” He sighs again. “What are we doing?” He gestures vaguely between the two of them, giving Nico a pointed look. Nico raises an eyebrow back at him. “Why aren’t we talking, why do I barely see you, why do you look worse everytime you come out of that damn cabin?” 

Some heads turn towards them, and Nico hardens his glare at everyone around them. Smartly, they all turn around in their seats.

“I don’t know, Will,” he sighs. His hands rub at his eyes tiredly. Their breakfast is long forgotten in return of them staring at each other instead.

“I don’t know either, but I want to fix it. But sometimes I wonder if it’s worth it if you won’t even fucking try.” Will snapped. His hands rubbed at his temples. Nico sat stunned.

“What do you mean I don’t fucking try?” He seethed.

“I mean that I’m the only one who puts any gods damn effort into this relationship.’

“I try Will. I try so fucking hard. I try so hard to make sure you don’t leave, to not scare you away, to keep you from leaving just like everyone else. I’m trying to be who you want me to be just, it’s so hard sometimes.” Nico’s breath hitches, and suddenly his eyes feel like they’re burning. Despite his glaring, more people are entering the hall and more eyes are on the pair. “I’m not doing this here.” He grumbles, and storms out of the hall. Will has nothing left to do but follow. 

They end up back in Nico’s cabin. Nico settles himself on the head of the bed, holding his pillow in his lap. Will takes that as his que to sit at the foot of the bed facing him.

“Okay, so you try.” Will starts. Nico glares at him.

“Yes, I fucking try.”

“But you try to be who you think I want you to be?” Will’s surprisingly calm, his voice leveled out and speaking monotone. The way he would when reading injuries of a patient off a clipboard. Detatched.

“Obviously.” Nico deadpans.

“Don’t.” And the one word shatters Nico’s entire reality.

“What?”

“Don’t do that.” Will says it like it’s simple. “Nico. I’m dating you. I’m dating who you are. I’m dating the guy I meant in those three days in the infirmary. Not whoever you’re trying to make yourself.”

Nico didn’t know what to say. That’s all it took? Be himself? Surely not, not if his shitty communication and lack of words at the worst times were anything to go by. Not when that’s what pisses off Will the most and makes him think he doesn’t care.

“I don’t understand.” Is what he ends up saying. Will sighs, shuffling closer on the bed. Not quite touching, but if Nico reached out he could grab Will’s hand.

“Let me spell it out for you,” he says, and he does grab Nico’s hand this time. “I. Like. You.” I enuanciates each word. “You, Nico di Angelo. You and you’re relentless sarcasm, dry humor, and absurd amount of black clothing. You and your stupid self sacrifical tendicies, the way you’ll always do what you believe is right, the insane amount of McDonalds you eat even though it’s extremely unhealthy.” Will smiles a bit. “I like you for you. The you I know.”

“But you don’t know know me, Will. You don’t know my entire past, or all my problems, or all my secrets. You don’t get it.” 

“What don’t I get?” Will tilts his head to side in question, reminding Nico of a golden retriever. Gods, Nico wants to kiss him. 

“I’m worthless, Will. The real me? I’m worth nothing.” 

“Hey. Hey, hey, hey.” Will’s hand leaves Nico’s, moving up to cup his face instead. Nico leans into it. “Not to me. To me you’re worth everything, Neeks.” 

And Nico melts, he’s never been anyone’s world before. Not since Bianca. Or his mama. It’s been a long time since he’s felt this cared for.

“Let me get to know you, Nico. All of you. Everything about you that you think is important, all the little things. I want to know about your past, your present, what you plan to do in the future. I want to know your favorite book and your favorite color. I want to know what brand of hoodies you like and what foods are your favorite. I want to tell you that I love you, and for you to believe me because you aren’t hiding anything. I want to show you that you aren’t worthless Nico. You are so much more than worthless.”

And Nico spills. He tells him everything. Everything about his sister and his mom. What it was like in the Lotus. He tells him about the first time he summoned the dead and met Hazel. He tells him his favorite parts about training, the tattoos he wants in the future. He tells him that the first time he laid eyes on Will he thought of the sun dancing along the horizon. The beautiful yellows and oranges and reds painting on the sky. He tells him how he couldn’t look away from those eyes, the ones that made him feel whole. How one look at Will made his life seem so much brighter.

Nico talks and Will laughs and cries and feels with him. And Nico has never felt so special and loved. He’s never felt so important. Being treated as a person and not a tool or a pawn or a freak.

He feels whole.

“Thank you.” He whispers. And Will shushes him.

“Don’t thank me, Sunshine. I love you.”

And Nico believes him.

#solangelo #toa #pjo #hoo #will solace #nico di angelo #hurt/comfort #angst #fluff #if you squint at the end #nico sucks at communicating #i do too #which is fitting because my name is also nico #nico writes #peanut writes #request

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A little story taken from one of my prompt lists

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If there was one good thing about living with a giant, it was probably that Stella wasn't going hungry at the moment. There was no digging through trash or sneaking into grocery stores for some stale bread; instead, Jason insisted on making her fresh meals that were perfect for someone of her size. Of course, Stella knew this would be temporary, there was no way she was going to stay with Jason. He was a giant and Stella knew better than to trust a giant. They were manipulative and angry assholes who loved to take advantage of humans, what made Jason so different? Stella knew it was only a matter of time before his true colors appeared, she just needed to keep her head down until the opportunity to leave presents itself.

"Hey, did you hear me?"

Stella snapped out of her thoughts and turned to Jason who was leaning over to the counter to be eye level with her. Unfortunately, it didn't matter what he did to make himself appear small for the human, his size just could not be ignored. He either loomed over Stella or he got so close to her that his face would fill her entire point of view! Stella wasn't sure which one was worse for her, both just gave a constant reminder that he could easily overpower her whenever he wanted.

"I'm sorry… I didn't." She said quietly, trying to push aside her thoughts on being insignificant.

"Oh it's fine, I just wanted to know if you wanted some hot chocolate while we wait for the pie to be done."

"Yes, please." She squeaked.

Jason smiled and stood at his full height to move over where he kept the human sized kitchen supplies to pull out a tiny mug. There was already a giant sized mug sitting by the stove pouring out steam from the hot water. He grabbed a packet of cocoa mix and poured the powder in the cup, then proceeded to mix it with a spoon. Once it was stirred, Jason grabbed a syringe and dipped it into the hot chocolate. Once a suitable amount was sectioned up, Jason took the syringe out of his mug and over to the tiny mug and squeezed the liquids into the cup. That syringe might have been purchased through the pet store, but Jason had admitted that it was much better than pinching tiny cups between his fingers and dipping them into drinks while trying not to drop it in the liquids.

"Thank you." Stella whispered as she took the mug to sip on some hot chocolate.

"You're welcome, figured it would be nice to have something to warm us up as it gets colder." Jason smiled and sipped his hot chocolate. "Sorry, this shitty studio apartment doesn't get much warmer."

"It's fine." Stella said, but the bones in her left arm told a different story. Whenever the weather shifted to freezing temperatures, her arm would ache, specifically in her wrist. She hated the feeling of her arm feeling stiff and sore, but she mainly hated it because it reminded her of when she was with Ed. Trapped in a cage all day, only to be let out when Ed grew drunk enough to grab her and scream at her how she was costing him a fortune for food he barely let her eat. In one drunken rage, he had squeezed her too tight and her wrist was broken. Despite the pain, it did heal on its own, but it left a crook that bent outwards. Ever since, her arm acts up when it gets cold.

"Oh hey, I almost forgot," Jason pulled out a bag of mini marshmallows from a cupboard. "We can't have hot chocolate without marshmallows."

A small smile crept up on Stella's lips. She couldn't resist the soft gooey candy whenever she found them in the trash, but now there was no containing her excitement after eating some that weren't stale! They tasted so much better fresh and being paired with chocolate was like a match made in heaven! She practically jumped up as Jason pulled out a marshmallow and held it out for her.

Walking up to his hand was always a nerve-racking experience, each finger had enough force to break any bone in her body if he wanted to. The fear of being snatched up and crushed by his hand always lingered whenever she had to be close to Jason, so she just silently prayed that today wouldn't be the day that he decides to hurt her. The marshmallow lowered to her level but pinched between his thumb and index finger. Stella extended her arms and grabbed the soft treat, before pulling it close to her chest. She almost expected this generosity to be some sort of trick, like taking it would piss Jason off for some reason. But nothing happened. She let out a sigh of relief and thanked him for the marshmallow.

Stella ripped off a piece of marshmallow and dunked it into the hot chocolate. Each bite she took sent her taste buds in a blissful state. The heat from hot chocolate definitely kept the chilly temperatures at bay, it was little things like this that made Stella wish life could always be like this. No fighting for survival, no fear of giants, no cold nights huddled up in a plastic cup, just a warm drink and an endless supply of mini marshmallows.

A shadow casted over Stella, causing her to look up. Jason was looming over her, that cheery smile was gone and replaced with a stoney expression. His brown eyes locked onto Stella, causing her muscles to tense up. Why was he staring at her, did she have something on her face? Did she do something wrong? Before she could ask him what was wrong, Jason's face lowered to her level, his eyes narrowed as he continued to stare at her.

Nothing made Stella's heart race more than being terribly close to a giant, especially when their face is up close and personal. She could see every little hair that Jason had missed when he shaved and every wrinkle that furrowed more with each time Jason got closer to her. Stella tried to speak up, but her voice was caught in her dry throat. The best thing she could do was try to scoot further away from Jason's towering form, but his hand reached out and pressed against her back, cutting off her path of escape. She glanced over to where his fingers were and saw them slightly curled inward, memories of large fingers wrapping her up in a fist started to plague her mind. It was going to happen again, wasn't it? Stella's body started to tremble as she realized she was going to be at the mercy of whatever Jason was going to do to her. There was nothing she could do but squeeze her eyes shut, hoping that whatever was going to happen, would be quick.

"Hey, is something wrong with your arm?"

Confusion brought the tiny woman out of her frightened state. She looked up at Jason for an answer and he responded by glancing down at her left arm.

"Oh!" She cleared her throat. "It's nothing, just an ac…accident that happened years ago."

"What happened?" He asked.

Shit, now she has to come up with an excuse to give him! Stella's brain racked for stories to come up with, telling him the truth was not an option! "I….uh, fell… off of a… hot dog stand…"

Really, that was the best she could come up with in the moment?! If Stella could slap herself for coming up with such a stupid lie, she would right now, there is no way Jason would believe that!

Jason's expression softened. "I hope you didn't fall very far."

"Uh… nope. I was okay… just broke my wrist." Stella was flabbergasted that Jason actually believed her. Was he dumb or was he just pretending to believe her for whatever reason?

"Does it still hurt?"

"Sometimes…"

"You might want to get that looked at, if you want I know someone who is a vet…"

"No!" Stella blurted out. The last thing she needed was another giant to look at her, especially a vet! "I don't need a vet to look at my arm!"

"Are you sure?" He asked. "Because she could really help you."

"It's fine, look." Stella bent and straightened her arm multiple times, ignoring the aches that shot through her arm. "See, it's fine, my wrist just… healed weirdly."

Jason furrowed his brow as he kept his gaze on her crooked wrist. He seemed to be debating on whether or not to believe her, and that made Stella nervous. Would he ignore her objection and take her to a vet where every inch of her body would be examined?

A chirping from the oven's timer went off, it broke the focus Jason had away from Stella and he immediately withdrew his hand to grab the oven mitts. Stella exhaled her breath, not realizing she had been partially holding it the entire time Jason had been close to her.

"We'll give the pie some time to cool." Jason said as he set the dessert on the counter. "But you should really think about my offer. She could really help you out."

"I… okay." Stella whispered. She glanced down at her wrist and covered it with her other hand. She should feel lucky that this was all the disfigurement that was noticeably done to her, but a fucked up wrist didn't exactly feel like winning the lottery. It was something others could gawk at and a harsh reminder for Stella. Out of all the marks on her body, Stella hated her wrist the most. She could cover all her scars in a sweater or a jacket, but no article of clothing could hide the permanent damage Ed had done to her.

#tiny female #giant male #gianttiny #giant tiny #giant/tiny #g/t #gt #g/t writing #oc: jason #oc: stella #to trust a giant #ttag #tw: pet trope #tbf Jason doesnt see stella as a pet but it's set in a pet trope universe #tw: abuse mention #mine