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So this fluffy Percabeth oneshot is for @percyyoulittleshit! I hope you like it Mari! :D

Honestly this was quite a lot of fun to write, so I hope everyone enjoys reading it! 


“It feels like we haven’t seen each other in ages,” Percy complained, as he walked through the cabin area of Camp Half-Blood. It was a sunny August day, and many campers were milling about.

“I know, Seaweed Brain, but you know I’ve been so busy helping with the New Athens plans. And you’ve been doing a lot of training sessions. Besides, that’s why we’re having our picnic today!” Annabeth said happily.

Percy nodded, his usual smile returning to his face. He grabbed her hand, ready to take her to the beach, where he had planned on having their picnic, when someone interrupted them.

“Percy! Annabeth!” Piper shouted from behind them, panting out of breath. “We need you.” She was dressed in shorts and a blue t-shirt, and Rachel was next to her, a small smile on her face, dressed in her usual paint-stained attire.

“For what?” Percy asked reluctantly. “We were just about to–”

“There’s a meeting in the Big House,” Rachel said, interrupting Percy. “Chiron says you guys need to be there. There’s no time for you to go to the beach–you need to come now.”

Percy looked at Annabeth, disappointment written on his face. “I guess we have to go.”

“It shouldn’t matter too much.” Annabeth smiled. “How about afternoon tea?”

“Who has sandwiches for tea?” Percy grumbled halfheartedly.

Annabeth rolled her eyes.

“Fine,” Percy turned to Rachel and Piper. “We’re coming.”

“Great,” Piper said, her eyes brightening. “Let’s go.”

Percy and Annabeth followed them, now focused fully on what this emergency meeting would be about.


“Well, that was a waste of time,” Percy said in annoyance, as he and Annabeth walked out of the Big House over an hour later.

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  • The Boys play Hide and Seek
  • Percy: Guys! Let's play hide and seek!
  • Jason: Sure, you count
  • Percy: Okay, *turns around* be ready, 1..2..3..-
  • Jason: *Smirks and then flies away*
  • Frank: *Becomes a bug*
  • Nico: *Shadow travels*
  • Leo: *Runs to the right, then runs to the left*
  • Percy: 10 !
  • Leo: Oh, fuck.
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Had to bring out the old tablet since my new one decided to stop working… This old tablet drew many Jasons in its day… so here is another one.

  • Bruce: What did you do with my son?
  • Jason: I'm your son.
  • Bruce: What did you do with my oth-- you. You. ... Yes, you are.
  • Jason: Are you okay...?
  • Bruce: You're my son, Jason.
  • Jason: ... Okay, you're making me feel super weird, so.
  • Jason: ...
  • Jason: I tossed Tim in a dumpster because he fell asleep. Grab him and get away, Kay?
  • Jason: Bye.
  • *Jason leaves*
  • Bruce: Jason is my son. He still thinks of himself as my son. *melts a little*
I’ll be Here When You Wake Up - Jason Todd x Reader

Requested by Anon -  a Jason Todd imagine for her where the reader has spinal fusion surgery due to scoliosis. 

Get Well Soon, Anon’s Friend!


You glanced over at Jason as he clutched the steering wheel. “Are you okay, Jay?” you asked, studying him with care. He stole a glance at you before focusing back on the road.

“I’m fine. Are you okay?” Jason answered, his hands tightening on the steering wheel. You reached over to lay a hand on his arm, feeling him relax under your touch. 

“As well as I can be,” you mumbled. A soft smile played upon your lips as your hand slid off his arm. You took a deep breath, trying to calm down. The hospital came into view. Jason and you tensed at the sight.

“You know, Bruce made sure these are the best doctors in the field,” Jason explained, pulling into the parking lot. “He checked them all out himself.” You tried to relax at his words, but you couldn’t. 

The truth was, you were terrified to go under the knife. You knew you had to have the surgery for your scoliosis, but that didn’t make you any less afraid. You could tell Jason was scared for you too.

Jason was great through this whole process. He came to every doctor appointment, snapped at anyone who made fun of you for your slightly uneven shoulders, and massaged your back when the pain got too much. You were grateful you found him.

Finding a parking spot, Jason parked the car. He turned off the engine as you both sat staring at the hospital. Jason played with the car keys while you twiddled your thumbs. You took several deep breaths before reaching for the car door.

Jason followed you out of the car, stopping to reach in the back seat for your small duffel bag. He swung it over his shoulder before trotting around the car to meet you. You reached for his hand, soothed by how tightly he held onto yours.

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Ice Cream and Van Gogh - Jason Todd x Reader

@nightwing-rules asks: “Can I request a story where Jason and his S/o spend some good quality time on his day off?” I hope you enjoy this!

Warnings: swearing


                Sun shines in from the small window in your bedroom. It’s a welcome feeling, there aren’t many sunny days in Gotham, you rarely ever feel the sun on your skin. Turning around you look at your boyfriend Jason. He’s pure perfection in this moment, his face is peaceful, not worried or preoccupied for once in a long, long time. The white streak in his messy hair looks yellow due to the glow of the sun in the room, and you wish you could run your hands through it, but you knew that he needed rest. It wasn’t often that Jason got a day off, so you decided to let him sleep as long as he wanted, although you did have some plans for today.

            “You know, it’s not polite to stare Y/N.” Jason murmured, his morning voice holding the most beautiful gravelly tone. You chuckle, because of course he doesn’t say good morning, or that he loves you, he reprimands you for staring. Things like that were one of the many reasons you loved him though.

            “Well then Jaybird, don’t be so beautiful and I won’t be so impolite.” You replied, running your fingers through his hair as you did. Your eyes may have deceived you, but you could’ve sworn that he was blushing as he buried his head in the pillow. “C’mon love, if you’re awake we have to get going.” You urge him, slightly tugging on his arm.

            “Why? Can’t we just lay in bed all day and do nothing? I haven’t done nothing in forever.” Jason whines, turning his head to face you. You contemplate his request, he really hadn’t done nothing in forever, but what you had planned was better than nothing, as least in your opinion. Maybe a bit of persuasion would convince him to get up…

            “Well, I had plans for us today baby, and the first item on the list was supposed to be ice cream and breakfast from IHOP but, if you really wanna stay here…” You trail off, waiting to see his reaction. And it doesn’t disappoint. Jason whips his head up from the pillow, mouth open slightly and eyes wide as saucers from what you think is disbelief.

            “We can get ice cream before breakfast?” He asks, still in shock. “Well, I was thinking ice cream during breakfast. You know, like we order pancakes and ice at the same time, and then we take turns eating both?” You answer, smiling at the man who had basically just turned into a child in front of you. Your play to get him to do anything was ice cream, Jason really, really, loves ice cream.

            “Okay let’s go, let’s go, hurry up and let’s go!” Jason exclaims, jumping up from the bed and rushing to grab some clothes from the closet you two shared. His reaction made you go into a laughing fit, because here was this 6’4, extremely well-built man, who also happen to be the Red Hood, and he was jumping about the house at the promise of ice cream. He was really just a living, breathing contradiction and you loved it.

            “Oh Jesus, this is the best idea you’ve had in a long time.” Jason moans through a mouthful of strawberry ice cream and blueberry pancakes. You giggle, watching as he puts a scoop of the ice cream into a slice of the pancake, making a sandwich of sorts, before he stabs the thing with his fork and eats it. You had opted for a less complicated way of combining the two foods that Jason had labeled as “God’s gift to this wretched world”. Your method was taking a bite of the pancake, then shoveling a spoonful of ice cream in your mouth.

            “Thanks, I figured you’d enjoy it. Oh and if you want a small tip on how to make the pancakes even more, how should I put this, ice creamy? Well, if you’d like them more ice creamy spread a small piece across the pancake, sort of how you would with butter.” You suggest, as you steal a spoonful of his strawberry ice cream. You had gotten pumpkin spice ice cream as an experiment, against Jason’s advice, and it didn’t end well, so here you were stealing your lovely boyfriend’s strawberry ice cream.

            “That’s genius, I’m gonna try it.” Jason mutters, concentrating now on spreading the ice cream along the pancake. He was so cute, actually he was downright adorable (a/n someone please get this reference I had to add it), and you were absolutely loving that you got to see him in this little puppy dog state, you knew it was a privilege no one else got.

As breakfast came to a close, you ticked it off the list that you had made on your phone. Up next was something you knew he’d love, he always was a bit of an art nerd…


            “Please tell me why the fuck I’m blindfolded. I don’t exactly have pleasant memories of this.” Jason grumbles, as you two drive down to New York City. Well he didn’t know where you were going, hence the blindfold. Really, you didn’t want to have to blind him, but he was too damn stubborn to just keep his eyes closed, so you did what you had to do.

            “You’re blindfolded because I have a surprise for you, and I know you don’t have particularly great memories of being blindfolded but you trust me right?” you pause, awaiting his response, which you got with a nod, “Well, then you’ll know that I’m only doing this to make your day off special, ok?” You finish, squeezing his hand a bit so that he knew you were there.

            About 30 minutes later you arrived at your destination. “Okay Jay, hey that rhymed, okay anyways you can take off the blindfold now.” You exclaim, excitement coursing through you. Jason rushes to take off the blindfold, and when he finally gets it off and sees where you are he replicates the mouth agape, wide saucer eyes, shock look from earlier. Pride filled you, seeing that he was excited about what you guys were doing.

            “You-you brought me to the Metropolitan Museum of Art?” Jason stutters, eyes still wide. You nod in confirmation, smiling widely as you look at your awestruck boyfriend. “Well, c’mon Jay let’s go!” You yell, as you drag him out of the car.

(Time skip cause the Metropolitan Museum of Art is huge and writing that out would make this a book)

            The sun had already set when you guys exited the museum, that place was huge and there was so much art to see. You and Jay had gotten into debates and deep conversations over the meaning of some of the works, and all in all it was a really amazing experience. However, the talks had taken a, ahem…strange turn.

            “Listen, babe I’m just saying I would cut off my ear for you too!” Jason exasperates, as you both get in the car. “Okay, but Jason Van Gogh literally sent the ear to his lover as a gift. How the hell does that work?” You respond, equally as exasperated. “Yeah well, I can’t explain that but let’s focus on the fact that he went through that pain for her! That’s the sign of true love.” He concludes, trying to persuade you to agree. “Fine, but Jay, please don’t cut off your ear and send it to me.” You jokingly plead, starting up the car to head back to Gotham and enjoy the rest of Jason’s time off relaxing.

            “I’m not making any promises.” Jason mutters, causing you both to laugh a bit as you continue to discuss famous works of art for the entire drive home.

someone has a little crush.

(or that kindergarten!au in which percy begged sally for that baby cactus because he thought the flower matched jason’s pretty eyes. fun fact: he thought wrong. but he’s trying)

((birthday doodle for @yvieisqueer ❤️))

It’s Fun - Jason DiLaurentis

Requested by anonymous

“Shit,” you grumbled as you hit your head on the open window sill and came tumbling into Jason’s room.

“Are you okay?” Jason whispered, running over to help you up.

“Yeah,” you said as you rubbed your head. Jason laughed and kissed you. He grabbed your bag that was awkwardly hanging out the window. 

“You know this would be a lot easier if we just told them we were dating,” Jason said, throwing your bag down and placing his hands on your waist. You rested yours on his chest.

“It would make things a million times more complicated though,” you said, resting your head on his chest. “Plus, this is fun.”

“Hitting your head on my window at midnight is fun to you?”

“Well, not that part exactly,” you said, looking back up at him. “But sneaking around is,” you paused, sliding your hands up to his neck. “Sexier.” Jason smiled, and kissed you hungrily. He picked you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist. 

“You’re right,” he said when he pulled away to catch his breath.

“When aren’t I,” you teased, playing with his hair. He kissed you again, and began backing you up to lay you down on the bed, but he missed and you both fell to the floor.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Jason asked worried. You were laying face down and your chest as moving up and down extremely fast. “Y/N,” he said turning you over to find you laughing. 

“That was the funniest thing I have ever seen,” you laughed. Jason put a hand to your mouth to try and keep you quite. Ali was just across the hall in her room. You fell back onto the floor laughing, and now Jason had joined you.

“Y/N, we have to be quite,” he said through laughter. A door slammed and you both looked at each other nervously. You immediately crawled across the bed to the other side to hide.

“Jason!” Ali called, banging on his door. Jason looked around the room and tossed your bag into the bathroom and went to the door.

“What?” he said.

“What the hell are you doing in here? I just heard a loud thud and then laughter.”

“Nothing, Ali. Get out, okay?”

“What’s wrong with you?”

“You are, get out.”

“God. Sorry for bothering you,” she said sarcastically, finally leaving. When the door closed you popped your head up.

“Is this part fun?” he asked tiredly, sitting down on the bed and placing his head in his hands. You crawled up on the bed and looked at him. He wouldn’t remove his head from his hands so you laid down on his lap, looking up at him.

“Jase,” you said softly. He removed his hands and looked at you. “If you want to tell them, we can. I understand.”

“We’ve been doing great for a while. Ali and I. And I don’t wanna mess that up.”

“We won’t,” you said, holding his cheek. “We don’t have to tell them. It’s whatever you want. I just want you to be happy.”

You make me happy. Other than that, I don’t really care.” He leaned down and kissed you softly. 

“I love you.”

“I love you, too, Y/N.” You sat up on your knees and kissed him passionately. He smiled into the kiss and wrapped his arms around you, effectively laying you down on the bed this time. He pulled your shirt off, making you moan a bit when he kissed your chest.

“Jason! What the hell is going on?” Ali called again. 

“Nothing, Ali, I’m trying to sleep!” he yelled back. When he was sure she was gone, he looked back at you. “If we want to keep this secret, we’ll have to be a little bit quieter,” he whispered. You answered by kissing him again.

“I’ll do my best.”
—————————————————————————————————-Afterwards, you laid in Jason’s arms, listening to his heartbeat return to normal. He would kiss your head every once in a while and you couldn’t think of a place you’d rather be.

“You’re right,” he said after a while.

“About what?” you asked, looking up at him.

“This is fun,” he said with a smirk. You laughed and kissed him.

“As long as your sister didn’t hear us, yes, I agree,” you joked. You laid your head back on his chest and snuggled up, falling asleep in the arms of the man you loved.

Gosh golly gee, Bruce. I wonder who he learned that from.

anonymous asked:

How do you picture Jason Todd in your head? I'm always curious about this because he's been portrayed so many different ways. Is he tall at 6'1" or slightly shorter than Dick? Is his hair blonde, red, dark brown, completely black, or does it have a white streak? Is it curly or straight? Are his eyes blue, green, or teal? Does he look like a teenager, a young adult, or a grown man? Is he ruggedly handsome, a pretty boy, average, or ugly? Is he built huge like Bruce or more lithe like Dick?

Ooooh, this is fun! Thanks, anon.

Jason Peter Todd According to Luka’s Imagination

  • Age: He looks like a young adult in his early 20s, congruent with his physical age. *COUGHS LOUDLY IN THE DIRECTION OF SEVERAL CANON ARTISTS*
  • Appearance: ROGUISHLY HANDSOME when he cleans himself up. His eyebrows are amazingly expressive.
  • Skin: Pale (FFCEB4).
  • Height: 5′11″, which is 1″ shorter than his canon height, but still 1″ taller than Dick (something that he’s irrationally proud of). I cut off an inch because I can’t believe that Jason grew 8″ between the ages of 16 and 18, Lazarus Pit or not.
  • Weight: 195lbs. His canonical weight of 225lbs seems even more ridiculous than his height. Not only does it make little sense for Jason to be significantly larger than Bruce, but he’s also never been drawn that way.
  • Build: Resembling this guy. His thighs are his best feature (Winick referenced this in an interview). Overall, he’s between Dick and Bruce in terms of bulk, leaning more toward Bruce.
  • Eyes: Lost Days depicted them as a very pretty gray. I think they’d be teal. Also, they always have bags under them. Go the fuck to sleep, Jason.
  • Hair: Ideally, it’s curly and adorable and he hates it with a burning passion, but he’s too lazy to ever straighten it. However, I will settle for the Pit permanently straightening it and confusing the hell out of Bruce because my son where are those curls you always whined about??? It’s not quite black, but rather a very dark brown. He does have a white streak, but he dyes it regularly; he doesn’t exactly want to draw more attention to himself while he’s tossing cartons of Neapolitan ice cream into his shopping cart. When he gets lazy, you can see it at the roots. The dye isn’t a perfect color match, and that patch is coarser than the rest. In terms of style, he’s grown out of his phase in which he lets his bangs obscure his vision (thank god), and hopefully he settles on something like this.
  • Scars: He’s gotten a bunch of new scars since he’s been resurrected, but he also has very faint traces of the scars from the crowbar and the explosion. I’m disappointed that canon artists didn’t give him a laceration scar on his neck from when Bruce threw a batarang at him, but in my head, he has one anyway. Good thing Jason loves turtlenecks (according to me).
  • I remember contemplating his shoe size once and then I realized I had fallen too deep and stopped myself.