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Neil would definitely write it if you asked him
Someone do a danielle geller x Jason fic ngl. Humphreys stepdad.
… 14 more hours (a tragic tale of timing things wrong)
“You can fight however you want in Jason’s soul realm.”
Niel: *Shoots Jason canon balls and makes fat, exploding Jason giants*
It’s the way Jason and Clive are in so in sync. Not even Farrah knew what was going on.
(Quote from book 11)
Taika and Farrah fucking in the background while Clive and Jason are dancing around each other lol. They basically spend every free hour together. Jason goes to class, then Clive’s lab as a research assistant, then they go home together, Jason makes dinner and their lunch for tomorrow, and they fall asleep.
Clive occasionally helps Jason with his homework, Jason makes sure Clive doesn’t fall asleep and drool all over his books. Clive has never been so healthy. They almost forget that they met on a date.
A modern day AU where Clive is a lonely researcher and Jason works part time at a dumpling soup shop and at an office supply store.
Clive only goes out for three things - food, office supplies, and basic necessities. Somehow he runs into Jason doing all three of these. And somehow, the chef/server who will let Clive rant about his research, coworkers, the university (all while looking very interested), remembers his name and says hi to him every time they see each other.
A modern day AU where Clive is a lonely researcher and Jason works part time at a dumpling soup shop and at an office supply store.
Clive only goes out for three things - food, office supplies, and basic necessities. Somehow he runs into Jason doing all three of these. And somehow, the chef/server who will let Clive rant about his research, coworkers, the university (all while looking very interested), remembers his name and says hi to him every time they see each other.
His name is now Onslow and I will be figuring out how to embroider runes onto his back
I had a dream that a ghost, aided by Humphrey’s mother, tricked/convinced the entirety of Team Biscuit into marrying each other. One big group marriage.
Unfortunately, I simply do not shut up 😅
The joy I feel in my heart when I click on the karmic doom tag and people besides me are posting in it 🥰
If you have a rare pair with no fandom, just never shut up about how great it is! Eventually, others will agree and join in! It really works!
Jason basically already does this for Clive.
Clive: *says something*
A gold ranker: Shut up, you’re just a silver ranker
Jason: *Gets a diamond ranker to forcibly drag him out* Clive, please speak again.
Jason would 100% do this for Clive
Reading the HWFWM reddit feels like insanity sometimes. What do you mean the ship that you think is most likely is Clive and Emi? You think Neil DOESN’T like the team? What?
Me: *listening to book 11*
Book 11: Neil, “I’d even take an affliction specialist, if they bring snacks.”
Me: *sighs, makes a mark* New fic to write: Jason seducing Neil with food
Jason to Clive: Do those rune tattoos help with the ladies?
Clive: No. Having a cute familiar who women want to feed helps with the ladies.
Belinda: … You shoo them all away while looking annoyed when they hit on you
Me, overanalyzing the scene:
Clive attracts people by having a cute familiar people want to feed.
Jason plays into Stashe’s biscuit obsession —> he likes feeding familiars.
Jason thinks Onslow is cute. Worries about him multiple times.
Clive shoos away all ladies interested in him when feeding Onslow.
But Clive says Onslow “helps with the ladies.”
Clive uses Onslow to attract Jason/ help him get Jason’s attention because Jason thinks Onslow is cute and wants to feed him.
Clive is really just in love with Jason.
QED
This for Jason.
I need him to have his mental breakdown in front of the team. Sobbing. Literally inconsolable. Not a single person knows what to do. But Jason cannot move and cannot stop crying and gasping like he suddenly needs air to breathe.
lovely character. i need him to finally break down sobbing clutching his chest like it'll stop the pain crumpling to the floor begging God to either help him or let him die
It’s the way Shirtaloon wrote Belinda and Sophie to be codependent, had Belinda be in love with Sophie, and then didn’t write them in a relationship together.
Humphrey having a daddy kink was NOT part of my expectations for this book
“Clive gave a frustrated groan and ran a hand over his face, feeling the stubble.”
Stubble? STUBBLE?!
And then Clive invites him away for a little tea date only to get cockblocked by a diamond ranker 😭
(Also now I want Jason to shave Clive. Take care of him when he’s gone too far down the research hole. Help him bathe and dress into his pajamas. Make sure he eats.)
Clive’s hatred of the Magic Society cracks me up. They appear and it’s ON SIGHT. Someone even mentions words “Magic” and “society” in the same sentence and he’s one long pause in Jason’s monologuing away from spewing venom.
Now that my brain is here…
Dom/sub verse where you get a designation six months to a year after you get your essences. Due to personality and whatnot, most adventurers are Doms.
Jason is a sub.
The presentation is slow. He starts getting fidgety when left to his own devices, unable to sit still. Worse than he was before being torn from his old world. Then he begins to get irritable. He prides himself on a laidback attitude. The bloke next door who will lend you a cup or sugar or tell you the secret ingredient he added to elevate his newest pasta dish. He’s affable, well liked, the baker down the street knows his sister’s name at this point.
Which makes Jason yelling at him all the more startling.
He apologizes and the baker accepts it, but the interaction sticks with him.
Then he’s out on a contract with Clive when it hits. His emotions have been a wreck, more than normal, but the fever comes in a wave. Dizziness, nausea. He can barely stand, Clive having to stop the skimmer and sit him down.
He checks the health status, the little person lit up in red. In big, bold capital letters it says “SUBDROP.”
Jason whispers it, scanning the word but not understanding. Luckily, Clive does.
Jason gets his first command that day.
“Jason, eyes on me.”
Clive walks him through a long routine. Simple requests. Giving Clive his hand, stretching, reading passages from one of Clive’s books. Jason runs through the motions until the fever and headache fade away, replaced by a blissful emptiness. A fuzziness.
When Jason comes to, Clive had parked the skimmer in the shade of a tree, a cooling ritual set up while he held Jason propped up against his chest. One hand stroking through his hair, the other holding up a book on magical theory.
“Oh, you’re awake,” Clive says when Jason moves. His body is heavy and awkward, like he’d been asleep for hours.
Clive walks him through what happened. Jason had gotten a “talk” from Rufus, but it was more equivalent to a first time mother telling their child about the birds and the bees. Oddly rehearsed and tense. Clive is more clinical. And apologetic when he tells Jason that he won’t be able to go more than a few weeks without a “command” before he starts to drop again.
And when he starts to drop, he becomes more susceptible to unwanted commands.
After that, Clive will give him small commands here and there. To pass him a napkin while they’re out to eat, read him a passage from an astral magic theory book, hand him a tool while he’s buried deep in his research. They stave him off until he needs another session a few weeks later.
Clive is respectful, never pushing the boundaries. He doesn’t even order Jason to share his interface powers while he’s in subspace. It’s comfortable, and Jason learns to love the crisp pronunciation of each syllable when he gives a command, the softer intonation of his voice when they wind down from a session, the feel of Clive’s hand as it scratches at Jason’s head and combs through his hair.
Sessions become more frequent, even when they aren’t necessary, and they become comfortable.
Jason notices the way other subs, usually crafts people, are treated around town. Subservient to their Dom, trailing a foot behind, quiet, secondary. A shiver runs down Jason’s spine even though Clive never once expects the same- and in fact encourages the opposite- from him.
Then they form the team.
Humphrey is a Dom, but he never pushes, never gives commands. He’d been oblivious to Jason’s designation for most of the time Jason had known he was a sub.
Neil joins, and it’s different. As a healer, he picks up on Jason in their first true interaction. An intake.
Humphrey is with Jason when Neil frowns, a blue flow from Neil’s diagnostic power blanketing Jason. There’s a sterile coldness about it and Jason shivers.
“You’re a sub,” Neil says, looking at Jason strangely.
“So I’ve been told.”
Neil turns to Humphrey.
“How’s he been managing with commands? Are you his Dom?”
“No. I don’t-“ Jason starts, but Neil keeps talking.
“What are the symptoms of his subdrop? So I can keep track.”
“You know,” Jason says loudly, gaining Neil’s attention. “I know I’m gorgeous and we’ll be a fantastic team of four, but I didn’t think I would be the Invisible Woman.”
“What?” Neil asks.
“I’m right here,” Jason says. “And I’ve got all the answers you could need.”
Neil looks hesitantly between Jason and Humphrey.
“But he’s a-“
“Neil,” Humphrey cuts him off. “This team does not do things that way. Jason does not have a Dom. We will all be treated the same. If you cannot accept this, then you can find another team.”
And therein starts Neil’s fascination, soon to turn into admiration (and no small amount of jealousy), of Clive and Jason’s relationship.
Whenever I hear Clive’s reaction to Jason telling a wife joke, I can’t help but think that Clive is just getting more and more frustrated that the love of his life thinks that he’s straight.
Jason is essentially his entire team’s platonic service sub.
Listening to He Who Fights with Monsters like… I haven’t been this queerbaited since Supernatural and Destiel.