midyxthcrisis

[midyxthcrisis]

please save me from them <33

my friends after i remember traumatizing lore ab my ex and immediately text it to them:

[midyxthcrisis]

10/10 best crack fic i’ve read

Someone in the gonstposting fb group requested the infamous olive oil fic to be made into a Chuck Tingle cover and I delivered it

[midyxthcrisis]

i have infected my roommate she’s a ghestie now

[midyxthcrisis]

THE FUCKING GIF SENDS ME

Moving In

Matt Murdock x fem!reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: codependency, Matt has what can be described as a panic attack because he thinks the reader is hurt,

Author’s Note: matt <3 matthew <3 daredevil <3 the devil of hells kitchen <3 avocado at law <3

Summary: Matt asks you to move in with him because he thinks he needs to be near you at all times otherwise you die.

Genre: fluff

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

(not my gif) (this gif sends me EVERY TIME)

Matt knew better than this. He knew better than to love someone. He had told himself that having friends and lovers was wrong. He had very fleeting gentle things with some women but in all, he should not get his emotions involved. Be charming, touch, then go. That was it.

He couldn’t bring himself to get rid of Foggy or Karen solely because they just refused to leave. Foggy would probably be with him till the end of the time. Karen couldn’t leave the craziness alone.

He couldn’t get rid of you because he just could not bring himself to let you go. He was strong but not that strong. Not strong enough to hear your voice one last time. He prepared himself of course, in case he went out one night and didn’t come back. But then it would be you losing him, not him losing you.

He knew better than having your arm under his hand, holding you close to him. He liked to think that as long as you were touching, he could protect you. Your breathing was even but you weren’t asleep. You were tracing things into his bare chest, writing a large elaborate double d to emulate his suit.

“I should have had you design it,” he said, facing the ceiling. You laughed and it shook him as well as you.

“It would have been awful. All one shade of bright red, they would have seen you from a mile away.”

“You wouldn’t let me go out like that,” he said.

“You’re right.” You lifted your head. “I would have added a scarf. In case you got cold.” Laughter bubbled up into his chest. He rolled onto his side. You put your hand on his leg, covered by the bed comforter. It was Wednesday, he had to go to work. It was far too early for you to be awake and yet here you were, happy, smiling.

“Foggy’s going to call in five minutes,” he said. “To make sure I got up.”

“What a wonderful friend. I would never do that.”

“Yes you would,” he argued. This was what love felt like. He had deeply appreciated people before. He probably loved Foggy as well. But this, this is what people got married over. This was honeymoon type love, the kind that old couples had in diners, the kind that people wrote songs about and described in movie monologues. He thought he had that with Elektra but he knew now, he had never had that love until you.

You brushed his hair back and kissed his forehead before standing up.

“I’m gonna go.”

“Are you sure I can’t employ you?” You giggled, shaking your head.

“You don’t pay enough for me to make my rent. Karen already told me, she gets muffins for pay sometimes.”

“They’re very good muffins.” He could hear you putting your clothes on. He slid out of bed so that he could find a suit to wear for the day. “You know, there is a place you could stay.”

“Yeah? Where’s that?”

“Can you do me a quick favor?”

“Yes sir.”

“There’s a stack of bills on my dresser. Check the address for me?” You walked to the dresser and picked it up.

“It’s your address.”

“Could be yours too.” Your heart beat went up, he could hear it, mostly because he was tunning into it. He couldn’t tell if it was from nerves or excitement which didn’t help him a whole lot in the worry department of his mind.

“You serious Matt?” “Yeah. I need someone to water the plants, if I die.” You jumped back on the bed and kissed him. You were on top of him, laughing, your lips on his. He couldn’t help but feel the happiness rising in his chest and coming out of his mouth in giggles. When was the last time he giggled? College? “Is that a yes?” he asked, your hands on his cheeks.

“It's a ‘I’m calling Foggy to help me with my boxes as I speak’!”

“Does this also mean you’ll work for me?”

“Ah ah ah, don’t try anything further, let me bask in this happiness. Then we can talk about making you my boss.” He smiled and rested his head on the pillow. His phone rang. You picked it up before him and answered it. “Foggy!” You clicked the speaker button and rested the phone on Matt’s chest, sitting beside him. Matt put his hand on your thigh.

“That makes sense. This makes sense. Karen wanna take a gander on why Matt is late?”

“Why even bother?” Karen asked, her voice muffled from them being in different rooms.

“I’m moving in with Matt,” you said into the phone. Foggy chuckled heartily.

“So he’s never gonna be on time again?”

“Would you like to help me with my boxes? Once I pack them that is.”

“I would love to but can you please let him come to work first.” You nodded, laughing.

“Thank you Fog. He’s getting dressed now I’ll walk him there myself.”

====

You were still smiling when you walked away from Nelson and Murdock. You had your arms wrapped around yourself, a hazy look in your eyes. You were just really grateful. Grateful for Matt, grateful for Foggy, grateful for life. It had been a really good morning. It may have been chilly and you may be a little bit frozen in the lips but it was okay.

You should probably start packing boxes now.

====

“Are you gonna have her read you the morning paper? Oh is she gonna make breakfast?” Foggy teased, as he had been the entire day.

“I think it would be cuter if he made it,” Karen said, packing up her bag. She was munching on a muffin.

They were both clearly very happy for Matt. They adored you. It was about time he had something steady in his life that he let stay. Matt adjusted his glasses, a thin smile on his face.

“Are you done?” Foggy pat his friends back.

“Nope.” The three of them walked out the front door. “I thought she was gonna come get you so you could pack boxes for the next five hours,” Foggy commented.

“She’s not here?” Matt asked. He listened intently for any sounds of you. He could probably recognize your breathing if he tried hard enough. But no, your voice wasn’t there, neither was your footsteps walking up to him.

“No,” Karen said. He recognized that voice. It was Karen's famous ‘something is wrong’ voice. He didn’t like that.

“Maybe she came to her senses and decided to ditch you,” Foggy said with hope in his voice. Matt shook his head.

“Are you sure she’s not here?” he asked, more of a statement than a question. There was a pause as their eyes pursued the crowd. With each passing second Matt got slightly more restless. That twitch in his mouth, the hand tightening around the folder of legal work he was holding.

“She’s not here,” Karen said finally.

Then he was gone, down the street. Karen rushed up behind him, refusing to let him go.

“Maybe she’s just late, we should wait,” she said, walking as quickly as she could in heels. Foggy decided to follow them after a split second of contemplation.

“She’s not late,” he said, mind racing.

“Matt, don't you think you’re being a little rash?” Foggy asked, grabbing his arm. “I mean, I know what you’ve been through with everyone but it is normal for people to be late you know. You’re foraging a codependent relationship.”

“Yeah and there will be no relationship if she’s dead,” Matt argued.

“Where even would she be?” “I thought once she moved in with me it would be better, she would be closer-”

“Matt-” Foggy started but was quickly spoken over by Matt again.

“Fisk is gonna find her after he finds me and then he’s gonna find you Foggy and you Karen and-”

“Where are we going?”

The three of them turned around where you stood. Your hair was up, sweat on your forehead, a different outfit then the one you were wearing earlier. It was pretty clear you had been packing up boxes all day but Matt couldn’t exactly use context clues to see that. He sped over to you, hugging you tightly.

Karen and Foggy chose to stay silent.

“Woah. Sorry I’m late, I couldn’t find the tape and I was closing boxes and-” You pulled away, looking at Matt’s face. “Matt? Where were you guys going? Getting drinks without me or something?” Karen cleared her throat and Foggy scratched the back of his neck.

“I thought you were dead,” Matt admitted, voice rough and quiet. Your eyes went wide.

“Why would you think that?” “You were late,” Foggy chimed in. “I tried to reason with him-”

“It’s okay,” you said quickly. “I’m sorry I was late. I won’t be late again.” Your hand held Matt’s who was clearly still coming down from an emotional trip.

“I overreacted,” he breathed.

“No. Come on, I’ll take you back to the apartment. Foggy I will be texting you for help with boxes. Karen you should come and bring drinks while Foggy and Matt bring things up the stairs.”

“Making a blind man do your bidding has bad karma,” Foggy said.

“Not when he looks so good picking things up.” You kissed the back of Matt’s hand.

“See you then,” Karen called.

===

You walked into your apartment quietly. You hadn’t really spoken on the short car ride. Emotions still hung in the air. He was clearly still worried, you were concerned that he had been so scared.

“Is me moving in a ploy to make sure no one can hurt me?” you asked finally. You grabbed his hand, pulling him around the box he was about to hit. You moved some boxes away from the couch and he sat down. He shook his head.

“No,” he said. “Would you not move in if I said it was?” “No, I’d still move in. I would just know your reasoning.” He felt you sit beside him. “Matt I’m probably gonna be late again,” you told him quietly.

“I’ve watched so many people I love die,” he whispered.

“I won’t be one of them.”

“How do you know that?” His voice had a tinge in it he never used for you. Disappointment, maybe about himself.

“I don’t. I just know I can handle myself.”

“Not against Fisk.” He shook his head. “I can’t be with you all the time and you could be killed any of those precious minutes,” he said, thinking about every time you had ever been beside him. All the minutes he was with you.

“Matt you won’t be able to love anyone if you let this get to you.” “I know. I’ve been trying. I’m annoyingly fond of you.”

“I’m not gonna say sorry.” You stared at his face, trying to telepathically let him know how much you loved him. “You’re not gonna get rid of me Matty,” you whispered.

“I don’t want to get rid of you. It’s selfish and it could get you killed.” “Well, think of it as selfish on my part.” You put your hand on his knee and scooted closer to him. “I selfishly will not let you leave me behind.” “It’s not an admirable quality.”

“Yes it is.” You stood up. “Help me finish packing so we can never get rid of each other for real.”

“Work with me. Please.”

“My therapist would say that this is codependent of us.”

“Codependency is needed when you’re in my line of work.” You smiled gently and grabbed his hand, forcing him up. He let you take him, stumbling into you. You grabbed his thick upper arms. He snaked his arms around your waist. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered.

“How would you know?” you teased.

“Because I’ve touched every inch of you. Paints a wonderful mental picture.” You scoffed, trying to get away from him but his grip on you was iron thick.

“Oh he’s charming and smooth.” You kissed his jaw. “Let me work.” His stubble brushed your lips, a feeling you loved.

“Why can’t I just touch you a moment longer?” he asked, voice low and gravely. You booped his nose. He was so surprised you were able to wiggle away.

“You’re cute Murdock. Pack the silverware.”

===

You were not used to formal clothing but you didn’t hate it. The blazer fit you, as did the shoes. Matt walked behind you into Nelson and Murdock. You met eyes with Karen who was sitting at the front desk. Her chin dipped, a surprised smile on her face.

“Oh no way he convinced you.” “He thinks someones gonna snatch me away during the day.”

“Foggy was right. You’re the codependency poster couple,” Karen said, leaning back in her chair. You gave her a slight bow as Foggy walked into the room.

“If it isn’t my fellow lawyer and favorite filer.”

“Oh, I’m stuck with the filing?” you asked, laughing. Matt pat your back.

“You’ll get two baskets of muffins if you're lucky.” “I hate you Murdock.”

“You’re safe.” He kissed your forehead and walked towards Foggy.

“You’re gonna hit a wall!” He walked swiftly into the interrogation room, as he always did. You smiled to yourself and crossed your arms.

“You’ve picked a real gem,” Foggy said.

“Yeah and he got me. Karen, what needs to be filed?”

Marvel Tag List: @dpaccione, @demonchick1, @karasong, @elisaa-shelby, @lov3vivian, @russian-soft-bitch, @alexxavicry, @valentina-luvs-u, @demigirl-with-problems

[midyxthcrisis]

can’t believe sony released the new spiderverse movie so soon

[midyxthcrisis]

let them go - part four | j.t.

warnings: language, violence, verbal fighting, angst 

FINALLY AFTER MUCH WAIT IT IS HERE!! i hit major writer’s block for it, but i found some inspo for it while procrastinating doing an english project

part one | part two | part three

Knowing that Jason was being held and probably tortured by Dr. Light hurt you physically.  

The longer it had been since Gar had last seen him, the more your nerves increased. You could barely touch a glass of water without it freezing in your hands, your nerves were that high. While you had gotten a better sense of control over your powers since your time at the asylum there still were moments when your emotions would get the better of you and lead to you not being in good control of your abilities. 

You, unlike Dick, weren’t mad at either of the boys. You were frustrated that they had been stupid enough to go without telling anyone of course, but you weren’t mad. If anything you were mad at Dick for making Jason feel like he needed to prove himself to him in such a dramatic way. Granted, that was the way of Robin. They all had to be dramatic in some form. 

You had forced Dick you let you stay in the room with him while he explained the situations to the rest of the former Titans. You had heard the stories of Deathstroke and Dr. Light from Dick. A pit had settled in the pit of your stomach the longer it took for the computer to locate Jason’s tracker. Then a glowing red dot appeared on the screen to signal you of where the boy was being kept. 

“Where are you going?” Dick asked as you followed the group out of the computer room. 

“I’m going with you.” You said that as if it was an obvious fact. To you it was. You were the closest to Jason out of all the people in the tower, and it was clear how much of an attachment the two of you had to each other.

“No you’re not. It’s too risky, you’re not prepare-”

“You really want to try and stop me right now, Dick? I’ve been training my ass off for two months and you forget that you’re the one who trained me. I can take care of myself. I’m not a child.”

An icy chill had settled over the room as you spoke. Whether it was from your anger or just because you had stood up to Dick for the first time in your life. Everyone else in the room stared at the two of you, you hadn’t noticed that your eyes were glowing the familiar white that indicated when you were loosing control of your powers. 

“You stay behind us and say nothing.” It was clear Dick wasn’t the happiest about letting you go with him, but once he saw the grin that spread across your face he couldn’t stay mad. You gave him a quick hug before rushing off to change into something besides your lounge clothes. If worst came to worst, you didn’t want to be fighting Dr. Light in sweatpants and a t-shirt.

- - - 

Unfortunately you didn’t have to encounter Dr. Light. 

By the time your little group had reached the place where Jason’s tracker said he would be, you found nothing more than the dead body of the doctor and Jason’s tracker at his feet. The sight of the tracker only put a greater pit in your stomach. It was taking all of your willpower to not freeze the corpse of the man who had lured Jason into the trap in the first place. 

Before you had the chance to the ringing of a cellphone cut through the painful silence. 

“I see you found my gift,” a hollow voice came out of the phone. You could sense the energy of the people surrounding you shift drastically. 

It sent chills down your spine.

“Where’s Jason?” Dick had asked, but you tuned him out. The only thing you could hear was the sound of your heartbeat thudding loudly in your ears-

“Who the fuck you calling sidekick, asshole?” 

Jason’s voice was enough for you to be pulled back into reality. Without thinking, you had stepped closer to Dick in order to hear it clearer. As if hearing Jason’s cries of pain somehow made it more real that he was alive. Though the sounds of flesh against brittle flesh made nothing but red hot rage shoot throughout you.

“I swear to fucking god I will kill you!” You yelled out with a voice raspy from anger. The only thing that made you realize a glow surrounded you was the feeling of Dawn’s hand resting on your shoulder to calm you down. 

Three in the morning. 

Three in the morning and you would have Jason back. 

- - - 

“It’s bad. I cant tell, I don’t think we could handle hearing the truth.” 

Those were the first words Rachel said once everyone had returned. The first thing you did when you stepped into the tower was head to the fridge. You needed a drink, desperately.

“I know a way we can find out.”

“No,” you turned to the green haired boy who spoke, beer in hand, “trust me you do not want to know the truth.” The frost that so often covered your skin had begun to spread to the bottle you held in your hands at the thought of Rose finding out what Dick had agreed to do.

But not all secrets can stay hidden for long. 

How you wished to kill Bruce Wayne when you saw the cameras Gar had pulled up. There they all were, discussing whether or not to give up Rose to Slade. To you it was an obvious choice. Jason was a friend. Family. Rose was nothing more than one of Dick’s charity cases.

“They’re hiding something, and I wanna know what it is. Don’t you?” 

It was obvious what Rose was doing. To you, at least. You squared your jaw and took another long drink of your second beer of the night before speaking.

“Slade wants you in return for Jason. To me it’s a no brainer, but Dick has a thing for orphans apparently.” You gestured to Gar and Rachel, who had just began to protest before you hit the button that turned the audio from the room on.

“Bottom line is, he’s one of us, she’s not.” You let out a bitter laugh. Funny, for once you actually agreed with something Hank had said.

The group continued to argue about the girl. Gar and Rachel continued to try and convince Rose that she wouldn’t be given up. But when she slipped out of the room right in front of you, you didn’t have the energy to alert the two others to her absence. Not until they noticed for themselves.

The next few minutes were a blur. Everybody running to find Rose, you finding Rachel over Rose’s body. Rose coming back to life. 

- - -

The next thing you knew you had found yourself hidden in the shadows of where Deathstroke was holding Jason. Dick had told you to stay in the plaza with the rest of them, but you couldn’t seem to shake the uneasy feeling that had settled in your stomach. If you had learned anything from your mother it was that you needed to trust your instincts.

And god were you glad you did.

The sound of Dick’s voice, which had once brought you so much comfort, rang out through the room. Then the sound of velcro being undone. Then the sound of machines whirring to life. You dared to poke your head out from behind a crate, and what you saw made your blood run even colder than it already was.

Jason.

Jason was attached to a scaffolding, and you could see the bomb on the side. 

One slip of Deathstroke’s finger and Jason Todd would be dead. 

But before you had time to think the familiar sight of Kory blasting Slade appeared before you. You could feel a smile tug at your lips as you walked into sight.

“You seriously listening to this bullshit?” You called out, stepping to walk next to Kory. 

She looked to you with the smile that made warmth spread through your chest for the first time in your life. She jerked a head towards the window and winked.

“Go, we got this.”

With that you used the cover of gunshots and starbolts to make your way to the window, a shaky smile on your lips when Jason saw you.

“Hey, bird boy. Funny seeing you here.” You teased. You raised a hand to the glass and allowed yourself to freeze it until it broke beneath your touch. As you were beginning to step out onto the platform a blast sent you flying into him.

With a groan you pushed yourself off of the boy. “Now’s not really the best time for that, babe.” He teased back. With a nervous laugh you began to fumble with the ropes that bound him to the bars.

The next seconds went by in slow motion.

You heard the beeping from the detonator increase. The bomb went off just as you had attempted to pull Jason into the room with you, causing you to loose your grip on him.

You could feel Kory wrapping an arm around you in order to prevent you from throwing yourself after him. As you peered over the edge of the building you saw Jason holding onto Dick’s hand.

“Don’t let go.” You heard Dick’s voice through the ringing in your ears.

Jason’s hand slipping more. Dick reaching out for him. 

Jason falling.

Your voice screaming his name.

[midyxthcrisis]

i like to think that the serum never got rid of steve’s asthma so like he has an inhaler with him everywhere he goes. like just imagine during endgame and he has to stop to take a puff of the inhaler before fighting thanos

[midyxthcrisis]

chaotic batfam headcannons

i have literally no motivation to write full fics currently so enjoy some chaotic hc’s

- they have a spotify playlist that is literally the most confusing thing ever

- like i’m talking dancing queen followed immediately by beethoven 

- i also think that for some reason they don’t have spotify premium so it’s like:

“wanna break from the ads?”

“our dad is a literal billionaire why the fuck do we not have premium”

“DAMI YOU USED THE LAST SKIP FUCK YOU” 

- anyways

- on slow nights they get pizza at some shitty diner while still in costume

- jason still calls tim replacement even after he passed the robin mantle on to damian

-”hey replacement, i need you to-”

“jason it’s been a year since i’ve been robin i’m not your replacement anymore”

“fuck you”

- alfred has all of their favorite drinks memorized and has them ready for when they get back from patrol

- damian’s been banned from going to animal shelters because he always comes home with a new pet

- “everyone, this is our new family member, batcat”

- a tired bruce: “damian this is the fifth cat this month.”

- they also are banned from having nerf gun battles

- with an entire family of trained vigilantes it gets pretty intense

- one time dick broke the chandelier trying to sneak up on jason during a nerf battle

- game nights also get very intense

- jason’s been banned from monopoly after he pulled a gun on damian one time

- poor alfred deserves a raise

- seriously someone get this man a vacation

- (on comms) “hey alfred do you think i could make this jump”

- “no, master dick. i would rather not have to set your leg again.”

- i wholeheartedly believe that babs likes to rick roll them if they’re being annoying during patrol

- they constantly quote holy musical b@tman, much to bruce’s annoyance

- “please, you’ve been singing dynamic duet for an hour.”

- jason and tim: buddies, bros, homies, amigos!!

- tim steph and cass quoting vines all the fucking time

- *in the batmobile* “rOaD wOrK aHeAd???? uh YEAH i SuRe HoPe It DoEs”

- dick, in tears: you say that every time we get in the car. please stop i’m begging you

- damian likes to secretly bake things in the middle of the night and pretends to be confused when enough cookies to feed an army is in the kitchen the next morning

- anyways i probably should stop but tell me if you want a part two hehe

[midyxthcrisis]

LITERALLY OMG

Dinner at Titans Tower

Dick: I made dinner. It’s cauliflower pizza.

Gar: Sounds gre-

Damian: Eat shit

[midyxthcrisis]

under the stars | d.w.

part four of let them go is coming i promise! i hit a case of major writer’s block for it, but in the meantime enjoy some fluffy damian wayne 

He had found you sitting on the edge of the roof of Wayne Manor, your legs dangling over the edge as you stared up at the vast sky above you. It was one of the rare nights that Gotham City wasn’t covered by a blanket of clouds. 

“It is two in the morning, beloved, what are you doing up here?”

Damian was still in his Robin uniform. They must have just gotten home from patrol. You had met the boy a few years prior at one of the many Wayne galas. You went to Gotham Prep due to the Wayne scholarship, which meant that you had to attend and give a speech at a gala. It was an instant connection between the two of you. Before you knew it you had fallen head over heels for the youngest of the Wayne sons.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” You spoke softly, as if afraid to damage the stillness that had settled over the night. Wayne Manor was far enough away from the city that you could see stars that normally would be blocked by the street lights of Gotham. There were thousands of stars above you. If you weren’t so struck by its beauty you would have been almost afraid of it. 

You heard the soft sounds of his footsteps as he came to sit beside you. It was a rare occurrence for Damian Wayne to be affectionate, but whenever he was with you it seemed to be that he changed into a different person. That was shown when you felt an arm wrap around your waist and pull you into his side.

“It is. You do not have to wait up for me, you know. Alfred is there to help me with my wounds.” His own voice matched yours in volume. It was as if you two were sharing a secret that nobody else could hear, not even the stars.

You let out a hum in response and moved further into his touch.

“I know, love. It was such a nice night and the sky was clear, I couldn’t resist.” It wasn’t out of the ordinary for you to stay up into the wee hours of the morning, Tim was a bad influence on you, and you knew Damian didn’t like it. You knew that he would see the dark circles and bags under your eyes after a particularly sleepless week and try to get you to sleep. 

“Why do you stay up so late, Y/N?” He had never asked you that question before. No matter how many times he had caught you in the batcave at three in the morning or how many times you had fallen asleep in the middle of class because you hadn’t gotten any sleep the night before; he had never asked you why.

There were a few moments of silence that passed between the two of you as you thought about the answer to the question. 

“It’s peaceful.” Was your answer, a hint of a smile coming to your lips, “It’s the one time during the day where I don’t have to worry about school or gossip or anything. It’s just me and the night. I suppose that’s part of the reason why I fell for you, Dami. I know that the night is safe with you and your family out there.” 

You turned in order to give the boy a smile. You could tell even through the domino mask that covered his eyes that he was giving you the look he always did when you expressed your love for him. It was a look that you wished you could have engraved into your mind, it was one you never wanted to forget. 

You had only come to love the night more since you discovered that Damian was Robin. Just the knowledge that your boyfriend was out protecting the citizens of Gotham City made you feel a sense of pride that only was diminished whenever he returned to Wayne Manor with an injury. You always were immediately by his side in the medical room of the batcave, often shooing Alfred away so you were able to tend to Damian yourself.

“I am so in love with you, Damian Wayne.” Your voice was merely a whisper by that point, your hand having made its way to rest on his cheek. He smiled softly and leaned into your touch. You could see the beginnings of a bruise forming on his cheekbone and there was a cut on his lip. You didn’t care at all. You only loved him more because of his scars and bruises.

“I am so in love with you too, Y/N L/N.” 

Without another word he leaned down and pressed his lips gently against yours. No matter how many times you two exchanged kisses, you still felt lightheaded from it. It still was intoxicating to be held in his arms and to even think about that you were Damian Wayne’s beloved.

Under the stars, it seemed that nothing else existed but the two of you and the vastness of the universe above you.

[midyxthcrisis]

let them go - part three | j.t.

part one | part two

sorry for not posting last night! i was with family and didn’t have the time to write

The next thing you remembered was waking up in a bright white room to the never ending sound of the heart monitor you were attached to. You shifted a little, a groan leaving your lips in response to the soreness that had settled in your ribs.

“Morning, sunshine.” You looked over to see none other than Jason Todd sitting on a chair with that signature cocky smile on his lips. 

“Where the fuck am I and why the hell are you here?” 

“We are at Titans Tower, babe, and I am here because Dick asked me to. He couldn’t be here to keep an eye on you.Titans shit, I guess.”

There was a warmth that again bloomed in your chest at the thought that Dick had specifically asked Jason to watch you. Perhaps Dick could see the way your eyes seemed to soften whenever you looked at the young Robin. Or that you had fainted in Jason’s arm as soon as Trigon lost control of you and Jason refused to leave your side afterwards.  

“Titans Tower... I never thought I would actually get to see the place. Dick’s told me stories about the Titans. What happened while I was out?” You had sat up properly and soon realized that you were wearing a shirt you didn’t recognized. It clearly wasn’t yours, you would have known, but you also knew it couldn’t have been Dick’s. On the front of the shirt was the logo for some band you didn’t know. You could only assume it was Rachel’s. She seemed to be someone who was into shit like that.

Jason filled you in on everything that had happened while you were unconscious. Who Rachel’s father was, how he had gotten control of you all, the week or so following when Dick had dropped you all off at a motel before going to Gotham in order to talk to Bruce.

“Holy shit. So what, are we all Titans or something?”

Jason shrugged and stood up from the chair he was sitting in. You were working on taking the various ivs and other things that were stuck in your skin. “I’m not. I’m going back to Gotham soon. The only reason we’re here is because Bruce wanted Dick to bring me along.”

You could feel your face falling slightly at the words Jason spoke. He was leaving. Going back to the one place you swore you would never go back to. A part of you wanted to go with him, to see what had become of Gotham since you had left. But you pushed that part deep deep down and told yourself that you had just met this boy. You had to stay with Dick, who you had known for years and trusted with your life.

“Oh, well, um, thanks for staying with me. Do you know where Dick is?” You had shifted in the bed so you were sitting with your legs hanging over the edge. There was a pounding in your head and a dull ache in your ribs. You pushed past the pain and willed yourself up from the bed, a soft groan passing through your lips.

“I’m not sure, the last time I saw him he was in the security room.”

“Thanks, for everything.” You walked over to the boy can gave him a gentle smile. “I’ll see you later, Boy Wonder.” With a pat on the shoulder and a moment of silent pain, you slowly walked out of the hospital room and off to find Dick.

- - -

A thick piece of black fabric covered your eyes as you stood in the middle of the sparring ring. There was a wooden sword in your hand, you had gotten used to the weight of it over the past few weeks of sparring. Jason stood across from you, wearing the same blindfold and holding the same sword as you were. It was a dumb training thing that Dick was making you all do. His explanation for it was that you never knew what would be taken from you while in combat, including your sight. 

“Don’t hold back on me, babe.” You heard Jason’s voice ring out in the room. You could hear the smirk in his voice as he spoke. You let out a chuckle and adjusted your position. It had been a few weeks since you all had arrived at Titans Tower.

“I’m sure you’ve been wishing to say that to me, Boy Wonder. And don’t worry, I won’t.”

With that the spar started as you lunged forward and attempted to land a hit on Jason. Within the few weeks that you had been at the tower, you and Jason had only grown closer. The two of you would spend your days drinking shitty beer and listening to the collection of records Dick had in the tower between sparring sessions. The sparring sessions were certainly a sight to see, that was for sure. There were joking remarks thrown and momentary pauses where the two of you would just stand there. Sweaty, breathing heavily, trying your best to ignore the comments from Gar and Rachel for you two to “Just kiss already damnit!” Sometimes you swore you saw Dick standing in the hallway with a bowl of popcorn when you and Jason would spar. 

You were falling behind in the spar. You had always gone the defensive route when it came to spars, but this time you went the offensive route. It must have been a sight to see; you getting your ass kicked by none other than Robin. There was a moment when the two of you were circling around each other. You could hear him shifting the weight oddly between his feet. You had come to learn Jason’s fighting patterns very well over the few weeks.

You didn’t think as you lifted your hand and felt the familiar cold energy rush through you. 

“What the fuck, Y/N?” You immediately took off the blindfold and dropped the sword onto the ground when you had seen what you did. You had unintentionally put up a wall of ice between you two out of pure instinct.

“That has to be cheating. Dick said-”

“Dick never said that we couldn’t use our abilities! You’re just pissed because you don’t have any. You’re basically a glorified bodyguard that wears fucking spandex.” You had touched the ice wall preventing you from getting closer to him and it quickly disappeared. Over the few weeks you had gained a better control of your abilities, and now you could do things like the wall of ice.

“I’m not a fucking bodyguard, and it’s zylon, not spandex.” This was slowly becoming the back and forth you often had with Jason. Gar had started calling them flirt battles, even going as far as to commentate a few of them. 

“Really? Tell that to the tights I found in your room the other day.” There was grin on your lips as you stepped up to the boy. You knew that you had won this one from the way his lips curled into the smirk that sent your stomach into somersaults. You two were so close that one movement would press your lips together, and it seemed to put you and Jason under a spell that was only broken by Gar’s voice.

“What were you doing in Jason’s room?” There was a teasing smile on his lips, a soft laugh emerging from Rachel. 

“I was showing him a new record I got from the place down the street and Boy Wonder forgot to put away his suit.” It seemed to be that every day you were flushing more. For the first time in your life you weren’t chronically cold, whether that meant sweating from training or having warm cheeks from the constant teasing coming from your other teammates. 

“Yeah, sure. I think Dick wanted to see us after you were done.” Gar wasn’t buying your story and that was obvious. But he let it go and hopped down from the table him and Rachel had been sitting on before walking out of the room. You and Jason were alone again. You picked up your own blindfold and sword before replacing them on the shelves where they had come from.

“You wanna go for coffee later? There’s a place not too far from here that’s also a record store-”

“Hell yeah, I’m in.” A smile stretched across your lips at Jason’s response. You hadn’t even gotten the full sentence out and he had already agreed to. There was a flutter in your heart when you realized that fact.

- - - 

Unfortunately that coffee would have to wait. 

You all soon learned that a man who had tormented the original Titans had escaped from prison, and that meant the Titans were getting back together in the tower. To say your nerves were high was an understatement. You hadn’t seen any actual conflict since Trigon, and you were unconscious for days after that. What if that happened again? Or worse.

The original Titans had gone out to try and capture Dr. Light when they figured out that he was drawing power from the stadium nearby. You could tell that Jason was antsy, he had shown up in his suit ready to go only to be shot down by Dick. He had gone to his room after that and hadn’t come out since. You gently knocked on his door before opening it and leaning yourself against the doorframe.

“Didn’t think Jason Todd was one for a pity party.” You teased, a smile on your lips. It was true. Jason always seemed like a strong person. You thought that at the most he would mope for a couple minutes and be over with it.

“Fuck off, Y/N.” As much as he hated it, there was his own smile creeping to his lips as he spoke. Unfortunately you didn’t get a chance to make any witty comeback as a voice rang out through the whole tower alerting you to the Titans’ return. The four of you who had been left behind all emerged from your rooms to see what had happened.

And they had let Dr. Light get away. 

Jason was pissed, and everyone could see it. He had yelled at Dick about how he wouldn’t have let Dr. Light get away. It all happened rather quickly, really, and before you had the chance to stop either of them Jason was throwing a punch and Dick had pushed Jason down to the floor. There were a few moments of silence before Jason stood up and stormed away. You fought the urge to go after him. You knew that it would only end in a screaming match or you getting kicked out of his room. It was best to leave him alone when he was like this.

“What the fuck was that, Dick?” Your voice broke the tense silence that had settled over everyone.

“I was- I didn’t mean to.” 

Instead of responding you just walked back to your room, clearly shaken up by the confrontation. You never had enjoyed violence. It was quite ironic really. You came from Gotham and yet panicked every time someone fought in front of you. Especially when it was two people you cared deeply about. It sucked, but Jason had manage to worm his way into your heart in a way nobody ever had. 

That was why you made yourself rise from your bed and go check on him. You had knocked on his door a couple times, only to receive no answer, so you opened the door and saw nobody was in there. And that the briefcase where he kept his suit was gone from its normal place.

“Shit.” You mumbled to yourself as you rushed to the control room to find Gar. He could pull up Jason’s tracker and you would find him in no time. Nobody would even notice that he was gone. 

But Gar was gone too.

“Shit!” You immediately rushed to the main area of the tower, your breathing heavy from a mixture of nerves and the fact that you had sprinted there. Everyone had turned to look at you with confusion.

“I can’t find Gar or Jason. And Jason’s suit is gone.”

[midyxthcrisis]

jason todd x reader

PART ONE

Keep reading

[midyxthcrisis]

let them go - part two | j.t.

warnings: violence, swearing

also i’m so sorry the ending is a bit rushed! this part was getting rather wrong so i did the best i could

part one

As it turns out, it wouldn’t be long before you saw Boy Wonder again. 

The only thing that standing in your way was the asylum that you were trapped in. You didn’t quite know how it happened, though in all honesty the only thing you were focusing on at the moment was the dark room you were trapped in. All you could remember was that you and the others had gotten separated and then there was nothing but black. Then you woke up, a heavy shackle around your left ankle in order to prevent you from moving too much about the tiny room.

You had screamed until it was physically painful to do so. You had screamed everything you could think of. The names of your friends, pleas of mercy, swears about how the bastards were all going to hell. And without quite realizing it the room had filled with ice and frigid air. There even were a few snowflakes falling from seemingly nowhere. You knew that you had abilities. That was why your family moved to Gotham and why Dick had been so kind to you over the years. Why you were here now. You just didn’t realize you were this powerful. If you managed to create a layer of ice on the walls without even thinking about it, imagine what you could do if you actually intended on doing it.

With a deep breath and a shaky hand, you grabbed the chain keeping you from reaching the door of the room. There was a surge of energy that flowed through you as you thought about the chain beneath your skin freezing and breaking. Before you knew it you heard the sound of just that. A breathless laugh left your lips at the sight of it. 

“Holy shit, I can do that.” You were saying it to nobody in particular, but now that you were aware of your abilities it seemed to be that years of pent up energy started coming to the surface. You stood up on shaky legs and made your way over to the door. It was a rusted metal door, one that clearly hadn’t been used in years. Your head tilted to the side slightly as you lifted up your hands. You didn’t know it, but your eyes had turned a pure white and were almost glowing in a way. 

The rusty hinges were soon covered in ice. It felt as if you had blacked out after the door fell to the ground when the hinges froze and broke. Your chest heaved up and down rapidly. The energy was still flowing through you, and it was clear by your glowing eyes and frosted hands. As you walked down the hallway a trail of ice followed in your footsteps. It was hard to believe that this was the same person who just a few hours prior was curled up on a couch watching cartoons and drinking illegal beer. 

As you continued to walk it was clear you weren’t the only one who had broken out. Rachel was quickly making her way down the darkened asylum hallways, a new woman by her side. The young girl had a smile on her lips when she saw you. 

“So, new look?” Rachel asked, her own breathing rather labored. 

“Yeah, something like that. Where are the others?” You were beginning to calm down by then, but there still was an icy air surrounding you. 

“We were about to get them, wanna come along?”

“I need to find Dick. Now.” You were more concerned about Dick than you were about anything else. If you lost Dick you didn’t know what you would do. He was the only person you had left. 

“Um, yeah, we were on our way to Gar. He can turn into a lion, after all. Could be beneficial.” 

There was a smile that threatened to come to your lips at the small joke Rachel managed. You agreed to continue on with them while they went to find the green-haired boy. You could see how the two had gotten close over the few weeks that they had known each other. It made another warmth flourish in your chest whenever the two would interact with each other. So without any more words, the three of you quickly walked through the maze of halls that the asylum had. 

The sight you came upon was one that would stay with you for the rest of your life. Gar was completely nude and in a cage, his wrists bound and above his head. It was clear there had been some sort of torture inflicted upon the boy. It made your blood boil. How anyone could treat the person who had shown you nothing but kindness like an animal made you want to punch someone.

You had never been a violent person. Of course you had gotten into fights and knew how to fight, you had lived in Gotham City for most of your life, after all, but you weren’t one to actively seek put fights. But right now, seeing Gar tied up, it made you want to kill someone. And you almost had. A man in a white lab coat found your little group. You nearly lost control, your eyes turning a bright white and your hair stood on it’s end as you began to charge at the man.

Rachel had stopped you.

She had stopped you and attempted to reason with the man. He didn’t get the chance to do anything to the girl, as Gar had transformed into his tiger form and killed the man. When Gar shifted back the poor boy was covered in blood and shaking. You felt bad, for sure, but you were grateful that he had intervened.

“Nice, kid. Rachel you get him clothes. I’ll go find Dick and Kory.” With that you left the three to tend to themselves. It was clear that you could handle yourself. It had been one hell of a ride so far, and you had an impression it wouldn’t be letting up any time soon.

And you were right. 

The five of you barely made it out of the asylum alive, but you had. Though you all knew Robin died with the burning of the building. With minor scrapes and bruises you all hobbled back to the safe house. You felt lonely without Jason there. Gar was still spending time with Rachel, and Dick seemed to be growing closer to Kory. You had debated texting Jason several times but that meant you would show him that you were interested. It wasn’t that you were interested in Jason Todd, he just didn’t need to know that. So you sat in the bathroom and tended to your own wounds. It was rare for you to get hurt doing things but whenever you did Dick would be there to clean them for you. 

It was hard saying goodbye to Dick. He was the only person you had in your life for so long, though now you knew that you had your own little family with Kory, Gar, and Rachel. You two promised each other that if anything came up you would immediately call. You knew that Dick meant it more for you, but you would hold him to that. If anything happened to him and Dick didn’t call...

You didn’t know what you would do. 

And boy did something happen.

The first few days at the house Rachel’s mother had brought you to were the closest you thought you would ever get to having a normal life. That was, until Gar got sick. He got really sick. The first thing you thought to do was call Dick.

“It’s Gar, I think he’s dying. I-I don’t know what happened. He was fine a few hours ago!” At this point you were standing on the porch of the home. You didn’t want to scare Rachel any more than she already was. 

“Okay, Y/N, calm down. Take deep breaths, remember? Donna and I will be there as soon as we can. Wait for us outside,” You began to question the odd request, “Just do it Y/N.”

The tone in his voice was one that you knew well. It was one that meant he was serious about what he was talking about. One that you knew not to question. Your heart was beating loudly in your ears as you leaned against the banister of the porch. You weren’t sure what happened next, it seemed as if the world went black for a couple seconds, but you were blown off of the porch and were laying in the middle of the yard. You could hear the sound of a car coming up the gravel driveway through the ringing in your ears. Dick’s voice came as a comfort to you.

“Shit, Y/N, are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine.” You managed to sit up, though you were nearly on the ground again when you saw what was in front of you. It seemed to be a sort of barrier surrounding the home. Why you had been ejected from it, you didn’t know. 

“Holy shit.” Those were the only words that you could think of in that moment. 

Then Dick started running at the barrier, and before you could do anything he was gone. The only natural thing to do was run after him. The three of you were met with resistance, leaving you outside of the barrier with no foreseeable way inside. 

- - - 

The sound of the car came as a relief. It had felt like days since Dick ran into the barrier, when in reality it had only been a few hours. You knew that Hank and Dawn were coming. You had only met them for the first time a month ago. They had both lived up to the stories Dick would tell you about the Titans. 

Who you didn’t expect to be there was Jason Todd.

“Boy Wonder. You missed me that bad?” A teasing smile was on your lips as you looked up at him from your seat on the ground. You managed to ignore the looks coming from the others, though you did take note of Kory’s smile. And of course the smirk that came to Jason’s lips.

“Yeah, something like that.” 

Once you had filled the three newcomers in on what exactly was happening, you all began to try and form a plan in order to get into the home. You were the only one there who didn’t have experience in the field. You had only asked Dick to train you a month or two into your stay with him. So, you just stood behind the rest of them and watched as they argued. Though you would never admit it, your eyes were mainly on Jason. The way his eyes seemed to glow in contrast to the mask that covered them. The way his lips would quirk up in a slight smile every time Hank would make a jab at him. 

You were so caught up in your staring that you almost missed the barrier surrounding the home disappearing. The planning stopped in its tracks, and with hesitation everyone agreed to go inside. You needed to save Rachel, Gar, and Dick. If you let anything happened to Dick you would never let yourself live it down. As you were about to step past the threshold you felt a hand grip your arm tightly. You whipped around to see Jason staring you down.

“What are the odds we’ll make it out of there alive?” There was an edge to his voice that you knew all too well. It was fear. You gave him a soft smile and took his hand into yours, a reassuring action and nothing more.

“Stranger things have happened.”

You turned, hand in hand with Boy Wonder, and walked towards the house.

[midyxthcrisis]

let them go - part one | j.t.

a/n: so i literally just binged the entirety of titans in like two weeks and surprise surprise i got too emotionally attached to jason todd. sorry for the hiatus, life kind of blew up for a little bit and i lost all motivation to write, but i hope you enjoy this and my future works :D 

It was a mystery as to why you had been born with the powers that you did. All anyone knew is that you came out of the womb with ash colored hair and blue eyes that matched the icy cold nature of your skin. The doctors had brushed it off as an odd birthmark, they had seen worse before. So you were sent home to the perfect little suburb your parents lived in. Your life was normal for the first five years.

But neighbors began to question as to why frost was creeping up their windows in the middle of summer. In order to avoid any conflict, your parents packed up and moved to none other than Gotham City. The place where people like you could slip into the shadows without being noticed at all. 

That was years ago now, though, and that was before the night your parents were murdered in the middle of your apartment. The night that you fled Gotham without a second thought. The night you showed up at Dick Grayson’s doorstep with frost covering the sidewalk behind you. You were one of the few people who knew Dick was Robin, but that was a different story for another day. 

Dick treated you like a little sibling. He always had, and that was the way your life was for a few months. He would go to work at the police department while you sat at home and attended school on the computer. You were hesitant to go to a “normal” school. All you had ever known was the Gotham school system, and everyone knew it was complete shit. It was rare that you would actually learn something there. Often the school day was clogged with fights and... other activities teenagers of Gotham did. 

That was until Rachel Roth showed up. 

The next few days were a blur, but now you were walking into one of Batman’s many safe houses with an alien, a girl who seemed to have a demon inside of her, and a boy who could turn into a fucking tiger at a moment’s notice. Of course it was just another day in the life of the small group you were now a part of. When you first showed up on Dick’s doorstep this was the last place you expected to be. 

You were nearly floored when you saw the unfamiliar face in the living room of the safe house. He had to have been one of the most attractive people you had ever met. 

“Who are your friends?” The mysterious boy asked, a beer in his band. Dick immediately responded,

“Not important.”

“Who is he?” You questioned with a small smile as you approached him. You could feel Dick burning holes into the back of your head with the stare only an older brother could have.

“Not important.” 

The next minute was a blur of your little group going back and forth with the boy, who you now knew as Jason, and what he exactly was doing with Dick. Then Gar pointed out the new briefcase that held the infamous Robin suit in it. That was when it was discovered that Jason Todd was in fact the new Robin. You couldn’t stop the snort from leaving your lips.

“What, does Bruce keep you fuckers in a spare room in the Batcave? Already in spandex and spedos?” There was a bright smile on your lips, but it was clear that Jason was a bit surprised you actually knew Batman’s true identity. It was a well guarded secret. “Um, Dick and I have known each other for years. I haven’t told anyone about Bruce, don’t worry.”

There was a few moments of silence before everyone went their separate ways to do whatever. Dick with Kory, Gar with Rachel. Somehow you found yourself sitting on the couch with Jason and a beer in your hand. 

“So,” Jason broke the silence, “how did you get involved with Dick?” There was a certain tone to his voice that made your cheeks flush with heat, a rare occurrence for your constantly icy skin.

“It’s not like that, you know. Dick is like a brother to me. Besides, I have a thing against dating guys with daddy issues.” A laugh left Jason’s lips in response to your joke. This laugh was accompanied with a flirtatious look from the boy, to which you rolled your eyes with a scoff.

“That includes you, Boy Wonder. You’re Robin so you’re bound to have some shit going on. Isn’t that like Bruce’s whole thing? Taking in tortured young boys and training them to be little soldiers. I mean I will give it to him, he trained Dick to be one hell of a fighter. Did you know that he keeps his throwing knives by his bed? I wouldn’t recommend trying to wake him up with water to the face.” 

Before the two of you got the chance to finish the conversation, or the beer, Dick came asking for Jason’s help with something. And so you were alone on the couch with a lukewarm beer and a new kind of warmth in your chest that had never been there before. You hadn’t noticed Kory leaning against the doorway that lead into the living room, a shit eating grin on her lips. 

“So, a thing against guys with daddy issues?” You rolled your eyes and quickly stood up from the couch.

“You’re the one fucking the bird, not me.” It was in reference to Kory and Dick’s night at the motel. The walls were paper thin. You had your own shit-eating grin on your face as you walked past the woman. 

After a few hours of watching whatever was on the tv with Rachel and Gar, the two Robins returned with minor injuries. It was a sort of ritual between you and Dick for you do help clean whatever wounds he had at the end of a particularly rough night at the police department. It was therapeutic for the both of you. So, you two were sat on the sterile tile floors of the bathroom and you were cleaning the busted lip he had in silence.

“So, how old is Jason? He can’t be as old as you or Kory, right?” 

“No, you’re not going to do anything with him.” Dick said simply between dabs at his bloodied lip. Another eye roll came from you, as well as a laugh and a gentle punch to his shoulder.

“I’m not going to, asshole. I was just curious. I know Bruce likes to take in young boys who need help, so I’m assuming that he can’t be more than, what, 19?”

Dick sighed and shifted away from you. He leaned against the cabinet in silence for a minute before he spoke. “He’s your age, he was picked up by Bruce about a year ago after he tried to take the Batmobile’s hubcaps.” You simply nodded in reply before standing up from the floor, first aid kit in hand.

“I’m going to make sure Jason’s alright. Hearing stories from you, I doubt he’s ever had anyone to clean his wounds beside Alfred. Much less someone his own age.” Dick gave you a curt nod of approval, not that you needed it, and with that you were leaving the bathroom and beginning to search through the condo for Jason.

You never were able to find him that night, but the next morning he was sitting at the table with a bowl of cereal and a black eye. You took the seat next to him once you had gotten your coffee. “Do you need ice or something? That looks pretty rough.”

“No, it’ll be fine. But I’m sure a kiss would make it feel better.” He looked at you with a grin and a wink. A snort left your lips as you rolled your eyes for what felt like the tenth time that weekend.

“Yeah, nice try. You’re not getting in my pants that easily.” You patted his shoulder gently.

And that was the last you had spoken to him until you left the safe house in search of Rachel’s mother. Jason was going back to Gotham, and you assumed that you would never see him again. The group had gone over the plan to get into the asylum that her mother was being held in, and it was supposed to be an easy mission. In and out. So with the tactile suit you had in the go bag you had brought with you on your body and your nerves at an all time high, you leaned against the doorway between the exit hallway and the living room.

“So, I suppose this is goodbye, Boy Wonder.” Your voice was much softer than it normally was, but Jason Todd put a warmth in your chest that made you softer than normal. 

“I suppose it is, but you never know. Stranger things have happened.” There was the same flirtatious grin that had been there the other night. 

“Stranger things have. But, I doubt I’ll be going back to Gotham any time soon. I left that place behind and I swore never to go back. And I’m sure if Bruce finds you anywhere but Gotham he’ll have your head on a spike.” You pushed yourself off of the door frame and walked over to him. “I may have a rule against dating guys with daddy issues, but if you keep trying I won’t stop you.”

With that you slipped a piece of paper into his hand, your phone number written on it. 

“Until we meet again, Boy Wonder.” 

[midyxthcrisis]

ofc!!! i also have misophonia so i would love to bring awareness to it through something like this

If anyone is willing to write a din x reader oneshot where reader has misophonia I’d really love that. I’ve had misophonia since I was nine and the damn disorder needs more attention

[midyxthcrisis]

yo i’m in i shall try write it

If anyone is willing to write a din x reader oneshot where reader has misophonia I’d really love that. I’ve had misophonia since I was nine and the damn disorder needs more attention

[midyxthcrisis]