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Assumptions can lead to Destruction

Request: Yes

Plot/Request:  Can I request a scenario of Jason thinking his s/o is having an affair and then admitting his suspicions? You can chose why he would think so but of course she isn’t actually ;p he’s just insecure? Thanks so much! Also, don’t worry about taking your time! 💞 - anon

Word count: 654

A/n: this isn’t as good as it could’ve been! But I hope you like it anyways!

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anonymous asked:

Tim covers for Damian alot when he goes out od date with Billy,mostly because Tim knows what it's like to have Dick or Jason or the girls or God forbiden Bruce stalking throught out the date

“Hey where’s Damian?” Jason looked around Tim’s room like Damian might just pop out from under the bed or behind the book shelves. “I don’t know, I’m not his keeper” Tim kept looking at his computer pretending to work. It wasn’t strictly true that he didn’t know where Damian was. Sure he didn’t know for sure where, but he did know who. Damian was on a date with Billy Batson. 

Tim had lived through years as ‘little brother dating a boy’ with Dick and Jason, and worst Bruce. He knew the girls would love to stalk Damian and embarrass him, or get pictures of him being ‘adorable’. They didn’t see eye to eye on nearly anything but Tim wasn’t gonna let any one ruin Damian’s dates, enough of the world wanted to do that any ways. 

Jason huffed “well I’m gonna find him, I need him for something”



Tim cleared his throat, “um yeah no, you don’t need him, I can do whatever it is” Jason raised an eyebrow “um I don’t think it’s really your thing Timbo. “come on try me Jay!”


“well Timbo I was wrong, you do look good in that dress”

“shut up, lets get this hostage switch over as quickly as we can, and remember, shoot the bad guys not me!”

Tim took a deep breath and thought ‘Damian you so owe me!’


I gave Agnosia another outfit and changed her hair a little, also I finally drew her brother lol Agnosia calls him by the nickname Husky, but his real name is Jason. He’s 26 years old and works in a grocery store. He loves his sister but he shelters her way to much. He’s a little sensitive about his weight but he doesn’t mind when Agnosia says anything about it, hence the nickname Husky.

thalia reacting to jason and nico

Thalia: Hey, Jace—
Jason: *turns around* *sees Thalia* *lets go of Nico’s hand*
Nico: *surprised* *sees his hand is no longer being held by Jason* *looks at Jason* Hey, why did you–
Jason: *looks pointedly at Thalia*
Thalia: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Jason: Thalia, it’s not what– *panics and looks at Nico*
Nico: *grabs Jason’s hand* It’s exactly what it looks like.
Thalia: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Jason: Stop with the face, please. Some stuff happened, alright?
Nico: Plus, Jason’s kinda cute, so… *shrugs*
Jason: But you’re cuter, Nico. Do you even know how much?
Thalia: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

  • Jason: Oh, feelings? Yeah, I don't have those anymore.
  • Tim: What?! You can't just do that! What's the point in living if you can't feel happiness? Wonder? Love?
  • Jason: Or the sweet taste of revenge! You're right, Tim! What's the point in living if I can't enjoy such simple things?
  • Tim: Eh... close enough.
Demigods at an art museum part one
  • Jason: Hey Nico, look at the Mona Lisa!
  • Jason: *eyes widen* Wait, no!
  • Nico: The ballad
  • Nico: of Mona
  • Nico: Lisa
  • Nico: She paints her fingers with a close
  • Jason: hoe don't do it
  • Nico: precision
  • *****
  • Nico: That statue...I wanna break it
  • Jason: What?! No!
  • Nico: but when it's broke it's perfect
  • *****
  • Nico: those kids in that painting
  • Nico: Are they the Kids From Yesterday?
  • *****
  • Jason: What do you think the guy in that painting was mad about?
  • Nico: *shrugs* He's just not okay. Maybe some people hadn't heard of closing the goddamn door. Maybe he remembers when he broke his foot from jumping out the second floor
  • Jason: *sighs* why do I do anything with you?

Jason’s P.O.V

I sighed as I walked into my house. I heard someone humming in the kitchen and I knew it was YN. I slowly walked into the kitchen and I saw YN washing the dishes. I sat down at island and she turned around.

“Hey baby.” She smiled.

“Hey…” I responded.

“What’s wrong?” She asked with a worried expression.

‘I’m going to feel like a complete ass for what I’m about to say and do’ I thought to myself.

“I need to tell you something…” I stated.

“Go on.” She said looking at me whilst washing the dishes.

I took in a deep breath. “I’ve been cheating on you for 3 months with Katie.” I started off

“Oh.” She said, looking away from me.

“But I’m not leaving her. I’m leaving you.” I continued.

I heard her hitch her breath and she dropped the glass that she was currently washing, which then shattered into a million pieces.

I got up from the island and walked towards her. She stopped what she was doing and looked at me, tears brimming in her eyes. I sighed and kissed her forehead.

“I’m sorry.” I murmured against her soft skin.

I pulled away from her and saw the tears streaming down her face. She ran out of the kitchen and up the stairs and I heard a door slam.

I left the house and walked over to my car but before I got in I looked up at my balcony window in my room. I saw YN peeping from behind the curtain and as soon as she saw me she moved away.

I got into my car and drove off to Katie’s.

*1 year later*

Your P.O.V

So it’s been a year since Justin left me and life is pretty good. I’ve changed my appearance. I have 5 tattoos, one on my left shoulder blade saying ‘True Beauty Comes From Within’, one on my waist line saying ‘Love and Trust’, musical notes behind my ear, another saying ‘Peace’ along my index finger and faith on my right wrist. I also have a nose, tongue, belly and ear cartilage piercing. Oh and I’m dating Justin Bieber and I’m also apart of his gang.

I was going through my clothes trying to find an outfit to go to the club with Justin when a cute figure hugging dress caught my eye. I pulled it out of my closet and flung it on my bed. I swiftly put on my black lace bra and matching panties before slipping on the dress which stopped at my mid-thigh.

I straightened my hair and curled the ends before putting on a soft red lipstick and coating my eyelashes with Mascara.

I put on a pair of black suede heels and I heard someone knock on my balcony door. I turned around and saw Justin standing there with a smirk. I unlocked the door and opened it, letting Jason in.

“Damn babe. You look sexy.” Justin bit his lip.

“Thank you babe. You do know I have a front door right?” I asked him sarcastically.

“Yeah but it’s more fun coming through this way.” He said whilst grabbing me by my waist.

I smiled as he kissed me, our lips moving perfectly in sync. I pulled away before we could go any further and Justin groaned.

“When we get back from the club.” I winked.

He smirked and we left the house. I climbed into the passengers seat of his car and he sat in the driver’s seat and revved up the engine, pulling off towards the club.

Once we arrived we went straight to the V.I.P section and got a booth. We sat down for a while and then Gas Pedal by Sage the Gemini came on. I looked at Justin and smirked before dragging him to the dance floor. I started twerking on him and he held my hips.

We danced to a couple more songs before we went back to the booth and chilled for a bit. I heard Justin’s phone go off signalling that he had a text. He read it and sighed.

“Aye babe I have to go on a mission. Can we do this another time?” Justin asked.

“Sure. Call me if you need anything okay?” I answered him.

“I will baby.” He smiled before pecking my lips and leaving.

After about 15 minutes a waitress came up to me with a glass of martini.

“I didn’t order this.” I said confused as to why she gave me it.

“I know. That guy over there ordered it for you.” She said, pointing towards someone who looked really familiar and was 3 booths away from me.

I smirked at them and sipped on my drink. The person got up and started to make their way over to me and as they got closer I noticed who it was. Jason. I smirked and pretended I didn’t notice him.

Jason’s P.O.V

“Aye bro I’m gonna go talk to that hot chick over there.” I said pointing to the girl I got a drink for.

“Ohh Bieber’s getting laid tonight.” Alex smirked.

“Who knows.” I smirked.

I got up and walked over to the girl’s booth, sliding in next to her.

“Hey there gorgeous.” I smirked.

“Hey Jason.” She looked at me with a smirk plastered on her face and I froze. It was YN.

She’s changed so much. Bigger boobs, bigger ass and piercings. I stared at her in shock and she chuckled, turning her head. I noticed a tattoo behind her ear. I then saw one on her wrist and index finger.

“How many tattoos have you got?” I asked her.

“5” She answered.

My eyes widened. “Where are the other 2?” I asked.

“Waist line and shoulder blade. May I ask why you care?” She questioned with her right eyebrow raised.

“Because I still have feelings for you.” I blurted out.

She chuckled lightly.

“Well that’s a pity.” She spoke.

“Why’s that?”

“I have a boyfriend.”

“Well who’s that?”

“Justin Bieber.” She smiled.

I laughed and she looked confused. She’s so cute when she’s like that.

“What’s so funny?” She asked.

“You aren’t dating Justin Bieber. You’re way too sweet.” I laughed.

“Yes I am and I’ve changed.” She answered.

“Prove it.”

She went into her bag and I caught a glimpse of a gun.

“Why the hell do you have a gun?!?” I whisper yelled.

“I’m in Justin’s gang.” She rolled her eyes.

She took her phone out of her bag and showed me all her pictures of her and Justin.

“Believe me now?” She asked.

“Yeah.” I said sadly.

“Can I see your gun?” I asked.

“Sure.” She said handing it to me.

I took it out of her hands and looked at it when something caught my eye. In the handle ‘Thug Angel’ was engraved. My eyes widened and I handed her back the gun.

“You’re Thug Angel?” I asked in surprise.

“Yup.” She smiled.

We sat in silence for a while and I broke it.

“Why?” I asked her.

“Because I didn’t wanna be the same girl who once loved you. It stopped my heart ache and now I’ve found someone who actually loves me.” She smiled.

“I loved you and still do.” I mumbled.

“Huh?” She asked.

“Nothing.” I spoke.

“Okay?” She said.

Her phone buzzed and she picked it up. She sighed and texted the person back before finishing her drink. She got up and looked at me.

“Thanks for the drink but I have to go.” She said.

“Call me if you wanna talk.” She spoke, handing me a slip of paper.

She walked away through the sea of bodies and I sat in the booth, feeling lonely. I got up and went back to the booth I was originally sitting in.

“Not tonight?” Johnson and Alex questioned.

“Not tonight.” I answered sipping on my drink.

tanekore  asked:

For another time! I am going to say JayTim and 19 (going undercover?) please and thank you :3

This isn’t exactly ‘undercover’, but close enough. And it actually got kind of long :D


Tim considers himself to be a good person, generally. He is polite and law-abiding and helps little, old ladies cross the street. Well, not really, but only because the little, old ladies in Gotham don’t need help crossing the street and will tell you so while smacking you with their fifteen pound carpet bags. But he would, and so he’s a good person.

All of the machines are taken, is the problem they’re faced with. The Laundromat is packed and Tim and Stephanie are standing just inside the front doors, holding a bag of dirty clothes between them. It’s huge and heavy and his arms are tired from hauling it eight blocks.

“Okay,” Steph says, and it’s in her resolute voice, the one that means she’s going to do something and if you get in her way you’ll get a brick to the face. “We have to steal one.“ 

Tim is a good person. If ever he does something less than the standard of a boy scout, it’s necessary.

And this is necessary.

Or so Stephanie says. When he looks around at all of the innocent people washing their clothes and not deserving of being screwed over as far as he knows and then looks back at Steph, she sets her jaw and peers into his soul imploringly.  

"I know it’s shitty, but it needs to be done, babe. I have to be at work in less than two hours and my uniform is trashed. If I’m late again I will be fired.”

Tim readjusts his grip on the mesh bag. He wants to point out that proper planning and good life choices would have prevented her from being in this situation is the first place, but it’s a moot point now and really not worth having her be angry at him. And besides, it would be awfully hypocritical.

“Fine,” is what he ends up saying. “How do you want to do this?”

“Good man. Okay, see that guy over there?” With both hands supporting their bag of clothes, she motions with her chin. Tim looks to where she is looking, at two men in the corner.

“The utterly lost, newly-divorced middle aged father doing laundry for the first time ever or the unfairly attractive, tatted-up bad boy that I would let do unmentionable things to me?”

“Bad boy.”

“Great. Yes, I see him.”

Stephanie leans in close and speaks quickly. “Here’s the plan: he's just started taking out his load to put in the dryer, and he has another one ready to be put in, but you can’t that happen, okay? You’re going to go distract him while I sneak our clothes in the washer.”

“How the hell am I supposed to distract him?”

Steph bounces on the balls of her feet. “I don’t know, go tell him all about the unmentionable things you want him to do to you.”

Tim knows he needs to hurry on over there and start The Plan but he can’t help taking another moment to make Stephanie anxious. “Well I can’t tell him, sweetie, they’re unmentionable.”

“Then climb on top of the folding table and show him, sweetie,” she hisses as she shoves Tim away.

He drops the bag and stumbles over to his target. The whole situation makes him feel like he’s in a crappy spy movie. Mission Impossible VI: Laundry Day.

Tim sidles up behind Bad Boy just as he’s putting the last of his things into the dryer and starting it. He turns around to grab his next load of clothes and Tim jumps in front in him. He’s too far into the guy’s personal space and so he takes a step back, but not before the guy notices with a raised eyebrow.

“Hi,” Tim says.

“…Hey,” answers Bad Boy. His back is to the now empty machine. Tim intends to keep it that way. He can see Stephanie slinking around to come up behind them, dragging the bag after her.

“Can I smell your fabric softener?”

Bad Boy stares. “My… fabric softener.”

“Yeah,” Tim answers breezily, like this is a totally normal conversation that normal people have with strangers. He gets eyed up and down, like maybe the guy thinks Tim is going to pull a knife and steal his dirty underwear like a creep, but eventually he shrugs and picks up a bottle and hands it over.

Tim uncaps it and inhales. It smells amazing, but all fabric softener smells amazing, that’s its job.

“That’s good stuff,” Tim hums. He keeps his nose in the open top like he can’t get enough. "Where’d you get it?“

"It’s- it’s Downy. You can get it literally anywhere.”

“Ah, well, good to know. Thanks.” He finally puts the cap back on and sets it down next to Bad Boy’s detergent.

The guy nods, still looking at Tim a bit warily, and moves to grab his dirty clothes.

Tim panics and blurts out, “Can I feel?”

“What?” He’s incredulous but at least it’s directed toward Tim and not Stephanie, who has finally made it to the machine, has edged her way behind Bad Boy and is opening her bag. She shoots Tim a thumbs up over the guy’s shoulder.

“Your clothes, I mean. Can I feel your clothes? Because it smells great and all, but more important than smell is efficiency. So I need to know if it makes clothes soft.” Before he can answer, Tim reaches over and snatches up something from his basket of clean, folded clothes. He presses it to his face, as if he didn’t get a good enough sample smell from the bottle itself. It is soft. And still warm.

“Wha- you’re. That’s.” None of the starters see a middle or an end.

Tim pulls the fabric away and realises what exactly he’s holding. Boxers.

He has just grabbed a stranger’s underwear and shoved his face into it.

The moment is a personal high. Even Stephanie has taken a quick break from stuffing clothes into the washing machine to twist around and (silently) laugh at him.

“Well it is soft. You have good taste in, uh. Laundry equipment.”

Bad Boy just stares at him and while Tim doesn’t mind it too much, he needs to fill the silence, cover up the small noises of Stephanie closing the door to the machine.

“I’m Tim.”


Stephanie is reaching into her pockets. All of them. Over and over again.

“Jason. Nice. That’s um, a nice name.”

“Hey, Tim.”

“Yes, Jason?”

She looks up with manic eyes.

“Are you trying to flirt with me?”

And that’s a pretty good excuse for whatever the hell Tim is doing. It’s a perfectly reasonable excuse. Jason has given him an out, and he takes it gratefully. “Yes! Yeah, I am.”

Stephanie waves her arms and it’s hard to not glance past Jason and acknowledge her, but he understands. She has no coins.

“You’re not very good at it.”

“I’m aware.” He is, he really does know. He can’t even defend that this isn’t him flirting, because it’s pretty much as good as it would be if he was.

But back to the immediate problem: the lack of money.

Tim leans against the folding table where Jason has set up his stuff. His hand “slips” and knocks off the pile of dirty clothes. Jason drops down to pick them up. Tim takes his wallet from his back pocket and tosses it over Jason’s head. Stephanie catches it and takes out some bills. She throws the wallet back to Tim and dashes off to the far back corner of the Laundromat to the bills-to-coins machine.

Tim thinks he would make a great spy. Eat your heart out, Ethan Hunt.

Jason has gathered his clothes and stands, depositing them on the table once more.

“Oh, sorry about that.”

“It’s fine.”

As Jason straightens his pile Stephanie tiptoes back looking a little too much like Bugs Bunny to not be intentional. She crams the quarters into the slots and pushes the slide in slowly, carefully, silently. It clicks faintly and turns on. Stephanie sprints away.

Mission Completed.

Jason turns around and sees the washing machine running. “Damn! Someone stole my machine! Did you see them? Do you know who it was?” he asks Tim.

“No! Nope, sorry, I was just watching you.”

Jason sighs, sets his stuff back on the table. "Well I guess I’m gonna have to wait.“

"That sure sucks,” Tim says, trying to sound super sympathetic. And he is, a little. “Well, I have to go… launder.”

“Right.” Jason looks around and then back at Tim. “Where is your stuff?”

And that is a great question, totally fair, because Tim, if he were normal, would have clothes and detergent and such. But he isn’t, and he doesn’t, because his clothes are in Jason’s machine.

“Um. Well. I-”

“Hey, Timmy, here’s your stuff.” Stephanie appears like a slightly sweaty angel and pushes the half empty mesh bag at him.  

“Ah, yes, thank you. Here is my stuff. That I need to go launder.”

Stephanie whispers, “Stop saying ‘launder’.”

“I wish I would,” Tim whispers back.

Stephanie addresses Jason. “You should give this jackass your number. I know he probably got super weird and freaked you out, but he’s great when he’s not so nervous.”

Tim wants to be offended but can’t help a smile and has to bite back a cooing noise.

Jason laughs. “Well if you insist.”

“I do.”

With a wave Jason motions for Tim to hand over this phone and he inputs his own number.

“I’ll see you around, Tim”

“Yup, yeah. That’s great, I’ll see you-”

“Okay,” Stephanie thankfully interrupts, grabs Tim’s arm and pulls him away.

“Oh, Tim,” Jason calls.


“You’re still holding my underwear.”

minniemouse0517-deactivated2017  asked:

'i'm pretending to be ur bff bc u looked VERY uncomfortable with that person at the bar hitting on u' AU Jasper/Jiper/Jason&Piper

Sorry this is super late! I had something down last night but this morning when I went to edit it, it was just terrible, hopefully thing is better than that, enjoy :D


Piper might have been a little drunk and she swore that the guy was good-looking. Well, he was good-looking until he opened his big, stupid mouth with nacho cheese breathe and started talking about stupid frat boy things like farts and boobs.

She sipped some more of her cup of cheap beer that this wild frat party on a weekday night provided, as she half-assed listened to Nacho-Breather (that’s her name for him) tell her about how awesome he thought he was. Maybe she should have listened to Annabeth and stay in tonight. Piper was lucky enough to not have any classes the next day until well after lunch so she thought to hell with it all and went anyways.

Besides, she needed an excuse to get drunk and maybe make-out with some random guy to forget about another.

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