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“ stop being such a baby. ”
trouble follow jason like a goddamn shadow. the thing is now he has seen trouble personified. it is mary. jason is biting the sking around his nail, not doing any real damage. just pouting. it's like rare to see the moment that mary doesn't get her way. it has to do with being like ancient and stubborn, way more stubborn than most people jason has ever met. so.
"i'm not. i'm like so totally not a baby." he clarifies. puppydog eyes bright and round as he avoids looking her in the eyes, as if that could save him, in any way that matters. "-i just don't wanna be bait. what if, like are you gonna make sure they don't-" and he moves a little closer. "-you know find me out, freak out on me." fingers running and putting his hair over his ear, trying to be somewhat discrete on the whole vampire deal.
Billy laughs. It's more of an exhale, really. Breathy. Through the nose. It widens his smile. Brings out lines that frame his mouth like commas. Because Billy's a clause, unfinished. Life yet unfolding. He was half-kidding about the hand holding. But now, he dives in. "Seems like a wild plan just t'hold my hand." It rolls off his tongue. Teasing. Billy can't help it. Because Jason smiles like he means it. Gets a little wide-eyed just before he laughs. And Billy wants to sit in that sound for another second. Maybe bring it out again, if it feels right. In Jason. In himself. So they can just feel fucking normal. For once. Before they get to the inevitable.
He feels it. The way it's hard for Jason to explain. Billy grabs the aviators sticking out of the pocket of his button-up shirt. Which he keeps buttoned up. Then, the aviators are on. Pushed up the bridge of his nose with his finger. "Y'need some height?" Billy's got an idea. Even if he hates that he's got this shitty parking lot and shitty town memorized. "There's a raised sidewalk down there." He juts his chin forward. "Tree roots grew under it. It's like a little hill now." Max used that extra lift to get some air on her skateboard. Maybe it's enough for them. He flicks his gaze to Jason as they walk. Notes the way his finger taps away at his lips like he needs a beat-- a rhythm-- to think. Like he's making this into a song. Like he wants this to be right. And Jesus, that gets Billy all twisted up inside. Feels kind of funny. Until,
Jason gets to the inevitable. Billy freezes, body drawn tight. Like he's bracing for something. Muscle memory preparing for the worst. But the guy only smiles back at him. Soft. Shy. And this is how it is between them. Billy's been broken. In body, soul, life. Jason's just been fucking kind. Funny how that patches up broken parts. Makes Billy feel like he doesn't have to be something he's not around him. But it also hurts because Billy doesn't know how to do this. Not really. "Yeah, I guess," he says, brows pinching together. A new taste on his tongue. Because it is. Trust is. Well, big. "Fuck, just-" Billy looks out to the middle distance. Draws his lips over his teeth, thinking. Words fucking suck.
So, Billy reaches out instead. And this is everything. Billy's hands are not easy to hold. He doesn't like them half the time. They've bruised. They've been bruised. Bloody. Split open, screaming. And they also held back that thing. That shadow. (He doesn't want to think about it.) None of it fucking mattered. Billy could never hold back the bad things. The question is: can he reach out and find something good? Fingers stretch slowly. Like he's giving Jason an out, and he wouldn't fucking blame him. Gently, he slots his fingers between Jason's. And maybe that speaks more to trust than anything else. "Hey." It's quiet. Low. "When you call it, I'm runnin' with you. Then jumpin'. Like you said. All right?"
jason can't control his thoughts, taps and rewinds goes over billy's laugh. an elaborate plot to hold his hand. makes his mouth go a little dry and a little nervous. that, can't possibly be right. right? and everything just swirls, it's asking for a lot, it's perhaps asking for too much. jason's inspecting the raised sidewalk, and it will do. he turns when billy starts talking again, and he's always doing that. paying attention to billy, it's not patience it's just wanting to hear what's going on.
suddenly, there it is. the breakthrough. jason is a little floored, a little too giddy when billy takes his hand first. and there it is another run of the same tape. elaborate plot. no, it isn't but he can't help but feel like it is. he could kick his feet about it. swooning, he can hear the melody, okay a win for them, finally. "yeah. okay." jason does get a little shy, cheeks warm. and they find themselves in the middle of this parking lot, not a single person in sight. and he's trying to focus but it's kinda hard, billy's always been pretty in a way that's distracting.
billy's hand is different, textured in a way that lets jason know that this is for real. that what billy went through is real, but he's here now. and jason squeezes his hand, once. moves them to what he considers the starting line. "-so. don't let go. and i got you." he turns to look at billy as he drops his own raybans. feels a little bit like protection, from what? the truth. the lingering feelings. some sort of back loops. "it's going to feel intense like a roller coaster, there's not going to be ground and then we land...easy, when we get there i might have to just drop a little bit on the floor. so don't freak out. i'm going to be fine. on three."
the limelight hitting him dead on. middle of the stage, and it's all on jason now. he thinks about where, and when. somewhere billy likes, a time not too long from here, and the place begins to take shape behind his eyes. he holds tight, his heart feels tighter, there's a small push of air and jason's ready. he smiles. sure of himself finally. "okay. one. two. three." they're off, running and there's sparks underneath their feet, surrounding, the wind blowing harder, lights swirling around them. this is when jason feels most alive. they jump off the tiny hill, and the ground isn't there to greet them, they keep falling. the sunglasses help with the lights, multicolored, enveloping them entirely now. that's all they see, (that's why they need the glasses) it's a second, it's a lifetime.
they hit the ground running, sand, the weather changing. the smell of a beach enveloping them completely. jason's top lip feels warm. he's bleeding, running from his nose, and he's exhausted. he only let's go of billy's hand when they both stop running, the sand is kinda cushy, and jason just drops. lays down. knees bent. breathing laboured. "...billy? everything okay?" eyes closed. it's always a doozy the first time you jump. jason would know.
what colors do you associate with your oc? + if your oc had a theme song, what would it be?
what colors do you associate with your oc?
red, blue and yellow have been the foundational colors for jason. his whole aesthetic started out with this photoshoot joe did where he was all covered in yellow, and then when it came to pick an actual psd it turned into the primary colors. let alone from the vintage feel i think there is something quintessential about time and that being the basis of our interpretation of reality it like interconnects, and.....he looks really good in those.
if your oc had a theme song, what would it be?
there are currently like 12 jason playlists for different ocassions but this question has two answers. number one song in the first jason playlist is time warp from the rocky horror picture show....it makes sense guy who can actually time traveling and it happens through kinetic energy movement yes it all adds up. second song and one that reminds me of jason it's too much time on my hands by styx and while the song is actually about a guy struggling with alcoholism i've taken a much more literal meaning to the words and applied to him. the sound is just sooooo 80s and it's like lively despite dealing with a lot of heaviness and it's kinda how it feels looking at jason from a big picture perspective.
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thinking about jason getting somewhere and it being easier because he essentially created a paradox in which his future self helped his past self
do you wanna get out of here?
Billy's looking at Jason Miller. Watches the way the question forms around his mouth. Like maybe there's something else. But it's just the question, plain and simple. And that's fucking everything, huh. Because they've talked about it. The beach in another time. One that's not... this time. This hell. And Jason listened.
"Hell yeah." Billy's voice comes out kind of monotone. But his lips curve upward as he speaks. It's simultaneously soft and dangerous. Not dangerous as in mean. Dangerous as in plunging into the deep. Something's coming out to play. And Billy's leaning into it. A spark ignites in his eyes, glistening like sunlight reflecting off ocean waves. It hasn't been there in a long time. And maybe Billy's getting a little ahead of himself. He's always revving the engine. Pedal to the metal. Trying to escape something. There's this ache in his chest that's so deep and complicated. Full of longing and dread about the whole prospect. Like can they really patch up holes with sand and surf? And what happens if he lays it all bare, plunging into salt water? Can it heal the things on his skin? Or will the salt just burn wounds that haven't healed?
Will Jason look away?
Billy wants to get out of his head. Make this less of a goddamn situation. Because really. He wants to go to the beach. With Jason. In another time. And Jason's asking, because Jason's also listening. Which means he knows this is more than just going to the beach. So,
"Let's go." And he's already motoring forward. Like if he's moving, then they can't back out of it. "How does it work? Do we just-" Billy cuts himself off. Claps his hands together and slides his right hand off his left directly out into the open air. He's never fucking time travelled. Or time jumped. Whatever. Doesn't know how the hell this whole thing works. Which means Billy's putting it all in Jason's hands. And that's something, too. Because Billy is usually at the wheel, always course correcting. Always thinking two steps ahead about what everyone else is doing and how that's gonna make Neil lose his shit. And this feels a little like letting go of the wheel. "Do we gotta hold hands and jump or some shit?"
it's a big ask, it's not easy. worse because he isn't used to it. rusty, but it comes naturally to him. rolls easy, easy, everytime jason looks at billy he sees a man drowning. like what is he supposed to do? just let the guy drown. no, no he can't. he won't actually. the question was a lot already, because it's one of those where jason already knows the answer to it. lingers in it. there's enough of something between them for jason to just. lean in. annie would say he's too trusting. fondly and like it isn't a bad thing. he doesn't think it's a bad thing at all.
his friendship with billy has been. weird, not because of either of them. just. unlikely, history, the type of people write books jason won't read. he instead tries to read billy, the smile on his face not entirely....pure of heart. there's a storm in there, jason is just bracing for it. but he smiles back, like it's easy. because it is, to him it is. billy starts moving and jason follows. he's looking around, something to give them height. enough space to run and then jump. jason pays attention to billy's hand movements, he blinks lashes fluttering with the motion. eyes slightly wide before he breaks into a laugh. small short. "yes. on the hand holding, yes on the jumping. just." jason furrows his brow, suddenly somehow in a position where he has to explain the unexplainable.
"we need to run and then jump, you'll need some sunglasses you'll like totally get a headache if you don't have a pair on. we need some height. not too much height but. some. like some stairs or...a tall sidewalk." elbow resting on one of his hands, index finger tapping away at his lips. he keeps walking just a little ahead, trying to find the answer somewhere in the middle of the shitty parking lot. he bites his bottom lip. "do you trust me?" probably not what billy wants to hear, probably not what jason should say. but it's what they need. he says it with a smile. kinda shy at the prospect of the guy actually liking him.
jason in the whoniverse with some tardis in him, jason as a time anomaly yes right
jason as a time anomaly who cannot be removed he is a load bearing pilar
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jason in the whoniverse with some tardis in him, jason as a time anomaly yes right
annie grabbing genuinely two handfuls of ass and putting her chin on his shoulder :D !
jason's as usual distracted, his eyes trailing around. he's reading a magazine, left behind, something about music, he hopes to get a hint in where they are exactly. or when they are, there's gotta be a year in this thing. a little motel in the middle of nowhere. and he can tell whenever annie walks into his space, that's because everything gets a little bit brighter.
then you know, he yelps. then giggles, suddenly shy. it seems like they can't get enough of each other. "annie." jason's suprised but he shouldn't be. he doesn't move, just leans into her. her touch on him, head tilts on the side. "yeah? found what you were looking for?" splitting up in the effort of figuring out something. the usual tactic. when it's like, leisure. vacation for them. it's sunny, warm. warmer now. "so like i'm no expert but i think there's a beach nearby." he moves his sunglasses up. they still gotta figure out the details but jason can't think. can't figure things out, annie's got a handful.
annie knows it can take a moment to get his attention. jason gets all wrapped up in things. she loves it, really, feels privileged to get to know what it looks like when his eyes light up, even if it means she ends up repeating herself a few times. they have things to do, trouble to escape, but time is malleable, and they both have plenty of it.
annie pulls to a stop and smiles. pink is creeping up her cheeks. he didn't think- well, who else could would she have said that to? surely, he has to know she's enamored with him by now. "um. okay." annie giggles. it felt natural to say the first time but now, she's nervous. he's looking at her like she hung the moon. saying please. the full weight of his attention is giving her butterflies. "you are very pretty..." she reaches up and touches his face, palm to his jaw, thumb brushing over the warm blush at the apple of his cheek. "... and i'd like it if you came along with me, pretty boy."
it's like jason can see the exact moment everything gets all pink and hazy, the little hearts just bubble up to the surface and frame her face, her eyes, her hair. it's the type of details people write into songs, even with all the impending doom in the background. that's set dressing, finishing touches. face framing.
she blushes and he can feel it too. he leans down just a little, naturally inclined to follow her touch. little sparks of something when they come into contact. he struggles with keeping his mind on track, but annie's got it down to a science. could like write a book about it. how to tame one jason miller. on pure instinct his hand goes to hold hers, and he has all these silly feelings. the type one gets carried away with.
he looks away then, like he'll melt if he keeps looking. holds her hand still. "well if you put it like that, then. yeah, yeah, okay. i'll go anywhere with you like to the end and back. or wherever you want to go. i mean it." the smile doesn't fade, a little shrug like he doesn't care wherever she's leading he's going. free arm extending, hand motioning to the rest of the hall. suddenly forgetting where they are at. what they are supposed to be doing.
pretty boy, i said with me
jason is busy, in his own little world. business as usual. he hears annie, distractedly. nods with it, pretty boy, surely about someone else. in the room. he looks around before he feels her hand. warmth spreads, like standing right next a fire he can almost smell the marshmallows. eyes blink as he gets pulled away.
"oh." it's soft, suddenly the warmth spreads to his face, his cheeks. "oh i didn't think you. you meant me. like when you said-" he gets a dorky smile on his face, holds her up. pulls them to a stop for a moment. jason tries to find her eyes before speaking. "-wait. wait. wait. say it again. please?" is this the time or the place? probably not. but she started it.
this blog being my personal little diary for Jason anyways some sort of doctor who AU some sort of universal experiment time lord dna with some tardis shit in it throw some human something absolutely impossible
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it’s kind of tripping me up , i’ve got it bad for you .
it's all adrenaline. sweat sticking to his face, hair unruly, he can still feel the energy of the crowd. it's like getting goddamn zapped. lightning in his veins, his head tilts to look at eddie. a little red on the cheeks, the tip of his nose. jason is doing some sort of math. trying to see where it ended up like this for them. his fingers hurt from playing, there's gotta be a blister waiting somewhere for him. but he meets brown eyes and he's saying so much and they haven't even made it to the hall. he reaches out, skin on skin when eddie's shirt is that short. sparks flying, unplugged in the middle of the hallway where no one can really see.
jason smiles. the lingering feeling of eddie's breath on his, so close. in front of everyone, the type of shit they get away with because they are playing. because they are on stage. his heart beats so loud in his ears. it's like eddie is physically tripping, stepping around with two left feet. it's cute.
"stop it. you can't wait to the van?" jason's a double faced bitch because he can't wait either, leaning into eddie. he's looking from one side to the other trying to see if anyone. eddie crowding him, and his hands land on his cheeks. enamoured. "-dude you're like absolutely going to get us in trouble." it's not a complaint, it's an observation. it's buying himself some time. to look at eddie, to calm down. to not let himself run on just pure rush. this is the things that they write songs about. "-you're like so warm. i think you do got it bad. you're getting sick or something." he's playing it up, shaking his hand, holding onto eddie for dear life.
who invited you, and why are you already this drunk? /+ stranger things verse
the music is loud enough. crowds aren't where jason does his best work. his best work is with a couple of people maybe and like some drinks and some weed and definitely not in this town.. the good thing is he passes through, nearly invisible, undetected by like the majority of the rest of the people in this town. so that's so totally fine.
he gets intercepted. then, by the only other person who acknowledges his existence. which could be lucky. and in a way it's lucky. annie's some sort of north star or whatever always there and jason smiles easy, looks a little soft. his mouth is a little red, his cup a little empty. jungle juice. sticky and too sweet.
"no one. just found a flyer." it's the truth. he leans further onto the wall. maybe he wanted something to happen tonight. anything, restless, scared into not going anywhere else. "-dude this thing is a killer." he looks into his cup, still empty. "who invited you? how come you're not drunk." he pokes her shoulder, something about annie. pulling him into her orbit. it's like he knows everything and nothing at all. but right now it's just the two of them at some stupid house party.
