#fuck jason handy

[hq92]

There's a lot to be said about this documentary, much of it y'all have already covered already.

But something from the first episode that I haven't seen too many people discuss, is that one of the writers talked about how Dan Schneider hired two female writers (and sexually harassed and degraded them at their place of work) insisting on paying them both a split salary (as in, he was paying two female writers half of what he was paying his male writers, which WAS against the guild rules at the time) because "Women aren't funny."

...They were writers for the Amanda Show.

A show whose lead comedian, the star of the entire thing, was...female. A girl.

Wtf are you talking about dude, how are "women not funny" but your show centers entirely around a funny FEMALE?!

...Unless the joke there was that Amanda wasn't a 'woman', she was a young impressionable girl at his mercy 💀

[burningexeter]

[HEADCANON/FAN THEORY #4]

The Tarantinoverse and the Schneiderverse are both set in the same universe as each other.

Even though Tarantino is thankfully not a raging, horrible and highly questionable asshole like Schneider is to where I'm 100% sure that Tarantino would be like "Jesus Christ, I've already dealt with Harvey Weinstein. I don't need to deal with another asshole like him", the two of them interestingly have a lot in common when you look at their work:

• They cast reoccurring actors and actresses in their work always but have them play completely different characters.

• They have their own fictional products that appear and pop up in almost all of their work.

• There's PLENTY of dark humor and comedic sociopathy left and right in all of their work as well.

• Their characters are all larger-than-life and for the most part are obsessed with pop culture.

However, there's one major connection that ties the two of them that I've come up with on my own —

Victor "Vic" Vega (Michael Madsen) and Vincent Vega (John Travolta) are the (obviously long deceased) uncles of Tori (Victoria Justice) and Trina Vega (Daniella Monet) with their father David (Jim Pirri) or their mother Holly Vega (Jennifer Carta) being their younger sibling with Tori having inherited her talent from her uncles' side only instead of dancing, it's singing.

The whole universe now in chronological order:

• Django Unchained

• The Hateful Eight

• Inglourious Basterds

• Once Upon A Time In Hollywood

• Reservoir Dogs

• True Romance

• Natural Born Killers

• Pulp Fiction

• Jackie Brown

• Kill Bill Duology

• Drake & Josh

• Unfabulous

• Zoey 101

• iCarly

• Victorious

• Sam & Cat

• iCarly (Paramount+ sequel)

and last but not least,

• Zoey 102

Where it started vs. Where it ended (for now that is but after Quiet On Set, I HIGHLY doubt it)

[nightingale-prompts]

Jason's fucked up new dog-DCxDP prompt

Based on this video

Jason found a decrepit Xolo dog a few months ago. The thing looked half dead. It was almost entirely hairless and thoroughly unpleasant.

Jason refuses to listen to any negative talk about his puppy. The thing weezes and has a cough of a smoker.

How it escapes death—no one knows. That is until a boy showed up at Jason's door with a clipboard.

"I'm here for—Darcy." He said "He's like 4 years overdue and he's evaded everyone before me."

An apprentice grim reaper had come for Darcy and Jason needed to convince him to not take the dog.

Force wasn't going to work, and telling him that he loved his dog and didn't want to lose him didn't work either.

The teen wasn't moved in the slightest.

"Look, dogs die. We treasure what time we have, and we learn to move on. I have a dog myself, and I get it. You can get a new friends and know that he'll be fine with us." The grim said.

Jason had an idea. Two people that could wear down anyone. Tim and Damian.

His brother actually came in handy as they argued Jason's case.

"The paper says that Darcy is overdue to die. But that's impossible because he wasn't named Darcy until 2 months ago. If anything his new name and identity would transfer to a new contract and thereby extend his life as a grace period." Tim argued.

"While I appreciate the semantics, Darcy has lived a good 17 years for a dog. He is also a xolo which means he has an important role to guild the dead and looking after the deceased." The grim said.

"If that's the case, he belongs with Todd." Damian said confidently.

"What do you mean?" The grim asked suspiciously.

"You're all about paperwork and contracts right?Well, Jason is legally dead and physically half dead. So Darcy is like a service dog." Tim said, backing Damian's claim.

The grim cased a look at the twitching, cow eyed dog. Then he sighed.

"Alright. The death dodgers is yours. I don't think we are in short supply of reaping dogs anyways. I'll be checking in of course because the oldan is going to croak eventually. Take my card and call me when you are finally willing to give him a peaceful death natural death, and not a needle from a vet." The grim said, handing Jason his card and disappearing in a black mist.

The black card had white ink lettering.

"Danny Phantom. You only need to say the name."

[long-live-astronerd-ghost-king]

DPXDC prompt: Friendly neighborhood forensic pathologist Danny Fenton is a new master of The Court of Owls? (Dead on main, of course) +Part 2: Talon Dick

Don’t underestimate what a ghost will do for a higher education. You see, it's the custom of the Fenton family not to run away from things they are afraid of but to face their fear. So Danny Fenton, who has learned to fear scalpels, steel clamps and surgical retractors, decides to do something about it and to dedicate his life to giving souls of those who died a violent death the final rest and justice they deserve.

Well, it didn’t really come to him at once. It started out as a simple joke:

Danny didn’t think he could continue his education after school. Frankly, his grades suck. However, Tucker for fun applied for a scholarship for gifted villains from Gotham University on his behalf.

And hell, they are willing to pay money for his education. Pay in full! Living in Park Row is also incredibly cheap. And with his flying ability, he’ll also save on transportation.

Danny is not a villain. And he’s not planning on becoming one. But he couldn’t lose that chance.

Why do you deserve this scholarship? “My parents are renowned ecto scientists, and I’ve seen their dissection work at its best. Medical school is expensive, and this scholarship will help me accomplish my goal of becoming a forensic pathologist and helping maintain the boundary between the world of the living and the world of the dead…or use it for my own ends. Of course.”

Well, Mr Two-Face was fully confident that despite his grades in the subjects, Danny was fully committed to achieving high academic achievement. Finally, work experience of Dan came in handy somewhere.

There were only few things about the death that Danny didn’t find on his own or from his ghost friends, so he managed to graduate in record time. Young Fenton thought he was lucky enough to get a job near Crime Alley. It was odd that the job was available. Even a new specialist like him was allowed to work full-time. And the salary was very decent.

~~~~~~

Danny: Yes, Jazz, everything is just fine. I found a great job and I’m trying to relax and find a hobby, you know. Started feeding the local birds. Apparently they were abused, the poor things are so shy and aggressive.

The local birds:

~~~~~~

Let’s say that a returned Jason as undead cannot be killed for forever. The stab wounds heal quickly, the bullet holes sometimes itch unpleasantly for a few days, but in general his regeneration is at a level with some metahumans. This is convenient. But when Red Hood wakes up in the morgue after a particularly severe injury, he’s not happy. Sometimes even looking in the mirror at his dissection scar is difficult for him. And this situation is a fucking nightmare. Danny: Oh. Are you awake now? I’m sorry I didn’t have time to put you on the couch, I didn’t have clean sheets and my assistant would have killed me because of the new stains. Red Hood: What the hell? I’m sorry?! It’s fucked up! I’d love to see you wake up on the dissection table. Danny: Been there Done that. But hey, I didn’t put you there. You didn’t get here on my shift, give me a break.

Jason: …So, what's now? Danny: Well, I can offer you tea or coffee. Of course, only after I sew up the hole in your stomach and give you a change of clothes. Or I could go after the documents and pretend I didn’t notice one of my bodies got away. But then don’t dream about novocaine blockade. Pretty liver by the way, you don’t see that much in crime lords. Jason: Um, thank you? But you’re weird. Usually people are praised for the beauty of the face or eyes rather than… Danny: Wow, now I feel attacked.You wake up in your helmet. I can’t compliment what I can’t see. Jason: Gee, I’m surprised your colleague hasn’t taken it off yet. Danny: And lose important evidence? It is not customary for us to put curiosity above professionalism.

~~~~~

Jason learns quickly that although Batman is willing to go anywhere to track him, there are always exceptions to the rule. The morgue was one of them. Not surprisingly, the emotional constipation and uncomfortable theme of Jason’s death worked like a perfect bat repeller. Over time, Jason becomes really interested in a guy who genuinely laughs at his death jokes and listens to his problems at work without judgment. Danny is too cute and nice.

Danny*works*: No visitors allowed here.

Jason: Unless you are a zombie, right?

Danny:...Still not one of your hideouts. The book is where you left it, make some tea if you want it.

~~~~~

Jason, once again delivered without a sign of life to Danny after the fight, woke up during pupillary reflex test.

Jason: Oh, beauty, you are just dazzling today.

Danny: As I thought, your regeneration didn’t cure your concussion before your resurrection. I’ll give you referrals for all the tests and examinations. And we really should stop seeing each other like this. Please take care of yourself.

Jason: I don’t think you have the right to prescribe them to me. Danny: Technically I do not. But we live in Gotham. And for some time the hospital where I work at night is very sensitive to my requests.

Red Hood: And why? Danny: It’s hard to explain… Red Hood: Doctor Handsome, I’ve been through some shit, so try to surprise me. Danny: Okay, okay. Look, you are a crime lord for not too long, right? But criminals and cops are afraid of you and kids and your henchmen really likes you. Jason: ..So what? Danny: Can you please recommend how to maintain a reputation but so your people aren’t afraid of you? Jason: Why do you need this information? Your assistant finally realized you’re friends with walking corpses? Danny: It’s not about that! Although, like.. you aren’t wrong? It’s complicated. I may, well, accidentally, honestly, have seized power over a local secret aristocratic criminal society.

Jason: Baby, please tell me everything. I have a restaurant as a front for a business nearby. It’s a date. Let's go. Danny: Let me finish a few stitches first, Jay.

~~~~~

Red Hood and Red Robin fight near Batman: Hood: Replacement was on patrol without permission! Red Robin: And Jason is dating the new owner of Court of Owls! Batman:.. he's doing WHAT? Jason, how could you take such a risk? it is completely unprofessional and Red Hood: At least he loves me for what’s inside me! Red Robin: Yeah, like a beautiful liver. It’s a great relationship base. Red Hood: I’m talking about my feelings and interests. Dumb lil stalker with a big mouth! I’ll teach you not to bother my boyfriend.

~~~~~

Henchman: Boss. We shouldn’t go into that area, the rumors are that there are Talons here. Red Hood: All under control, they won’t touch us. Henchman: How can you be sure? The poem says 'Beware The Court of Owls, that watches all the time, ruling Gotham from a shadow..' Red Hood: Yeah yeah "speak not a whispered word of them or they'll send The Talon for your head". I’m sleeping with their boss, of course I’m sure. Henchman: Boss, don’t kid like that. Red Hood: I don’t pay you for gossip. Let's go.

Dick, to whom the memories began to return, haunts Jason because he did not cut for Lil Wing apple slices like he likes for lunch: Talon came to finish the job. Henchmen: scream

~~~~~

Jason *shows Danny 'Red Flags' on youtube*: Hey, baby, want to be a little shit on our date? I know where Brucie Wayne’s having dinner tonight, so you can meet the family.

[kimberly-spirits13]

Batboys Dating Cat-like Reader HC (Request)

Warnings: mild language

Note: not really sticking to a request list or anything but I thought this would be a good one- Still on the Damian and Jason trains so expect some more of stuff for them in the future I think. Also, y'all the recent tumblr drama kept me up so late last night, I was fully enthralled by the circus that was last night 💀

Dick Grayson:

He definitely isn't the chill laid back type- Dick is the bubbliest person you could know and it translates onto the field

The two of you have known each other since he was Robin so he's familar with all of your facets

He jokes that you're two different people when it comes to personal life and fighting

You're total opposites in the regards that he likes to go full throttle, brights colors kind of personality, and you're fine laying back and reading a good book for the entire day

Dick appreciates that you teach him to settle for a moment before jumping around to something new

When the two of you first fought together, he was shocked to see you be almost as serious as Bruce

Had to do a double take

You were swift and calculated, not taking a moment to relax and stay in place

You scolded him for paying attention to you rather than the fight at hand and he snapped out of it but couldn't stop thinking about it

When he found out about your ability to transform into a cat, he was thrownnnn

he thought he was confused seeing you fight? now he's just bamboozled

It isn't often that you use these abilities, but it comes in handy for collecting information on people

There's nothing inherently suspicious about a stray cat roaming around shady allywaya or docks in Gotham City so no one is suspicous towards the feline after Nightwing comes crashing in unexpectedly

He's a total tease about it too- has probably pointed a lazer at you to see if you'd react before having his dreams smashed by your intense eye roll and the book that smacked across his forehead

Jason Todd:

Probably the type to seek out a laid back person as a partner

He wants someone to sit around with so that he can read Jane Austen in comfortable silence

Favorite spot is infront of the fireplace in the library of Wayne Manor

always joked that you were drawn to the heat like a cat in the sun

He thought he was kidding until the first time during patrol that you shrank down into a little grey and white cat before jumping off the ledge of whatever you were on to get a better idea of what two goons were talking about

When you came back up and reverted to regular form and told him that Penguin was planning a jewelry heist, was dead still trying to process

"what the fuck Y/N?" his brain is going at 100mph going "huh, how what, why, when, HUH?"

"I was just kidding about you being like a cat..."

You grin at him and he accepts that he's seen weirder and moves on

When it comes to fighting, he likes that you're not playing around about anything

There are times where he's worried that you could hurt yourself in the intensity of the entire affair, but you sooth his worries by promising that you wouldn't do anything stupid if there wasn't a good reason for it

If he's feeling funny one day, he will totally wave a string of yarn in front of you with the most devious look plastered on his face

"Really, Jason?"

"What?? I'm just checking!"

he likes that he often finds you curled up on the couch doing something engulfed in his clothes

like, they're comfortable, what are you gonna do?

Jason loves that you're able to get him to sit back and take a breath when he's worked up instead of letting him think that the world is going to come down on him

Sometimes he just needs a bit of a reality check

Tim Drake:

Loves, LOVES that you're fine just sitting with him while he works on cases

You don't nag him about things and are content keeping him company without pushing him to do things that he either doesn't want to do or can't do

You're often metaphorically talking him off the ledge and making him see things through a more realistic perspective instead of the end all be all that he can wrap his mind into sometimes

Thought that this would all translate into sparring until he's pinned on the mat with no way to escape

Not only is he sore and tired after the first sparring match that he has with you, he's confused

like- what?

consider him more confused when you offer to stalk out a few goons he was tailing by shifting into an inconspicuous cat

"you can do that?"

"yea Tim. This isn't new love"

well then..

He often asks that you do this for the sake of gathering information, but he secretly feels guilty because he's worried that you could get hurt somehow

He'd definitely notice if a cat was stalking around and then all of his plans were foiled everytime

You assure him that it's not hard to mimic an actual cat and that the goons are often too stupid to notice anything

Besides, it's not like you don't blend in with the rest of Gotham's stray cat population

Tim finds peace in the fact that he doesn't have to worry about you getting hurt in the field due to inexperience or lack of effort

He's more worried for the run of the mill underpaid goons who just got swept up in the whirlstorm of your patrol

Damian Wayne:

I feel like it would take him a second to get used to the cat thing

sure he knows Beast Boy, and that's not weird to him anymore, but at first it was a bit torturous considering that he wasn't a massive fan of his demeanor but still really likes animals

the difference here is that Damian vibes super well with your demeanor

He doesn't worry about you running around and acting a fool

Loves that you're basically always in his company, even if it's in silence

He likes to sit and either read or draw/paint while you're doing your own thing

it's a peaceful presense that he knows won't get ripped away by some instability or shift in the world

He didn't realize that this calmness didn't translate into fighting until you're sparring for the first time

he offers to teach you and improve your skill so you play along

"Try to attack me." He said with a tone of confidence

There's not a moment for him to think before you've laid him out of the mat and knocked the air out of his lungs

"How was that?" You asked with a smirk in your voice

"that was... unexpected."

That moment ends the era of him worrying so much about you on the field

He doesn't tense up as much when you suggest that you could collect information by stalking the suspects as a cat

He knows that you can certainly handle yourself without his assistance

Wouldn't mind if you curled up in his lap as a cat, but he would never voice that outloud

at least not for a LONGGG time

you have caught him intensely observing your interactions with Alfred the cat

He wants to know if Alfred will have either some sort of reaction to you, or like you more than the average person

Don't tell him that you know about these "little observations" or he'll sink into himself and die out of embarrassment

[autisticrosewilson]

Star Sapphire Jason is so real but also I'm imagining a scenario where he happens to run into one and they just stop dead in their tracks, stare at him in silence for a minute, and then start calling for reinforcements. Every new Sapphire that shows up does the exact same thing and they all huddle and whisper and after the sixth one Jason finally asks them what the fucking problem is.

And then Carol has to explain in the simplest possible terms that there's enough love in his heart to stitch the whole universe back together but he's so sad and so much of that love has rotted into grief. Luckily, it's possible to heal! They just have to mend Jason's previous relationships.

...all of his previous relationships are dead or bad for him.

Well they could always find more! Being Red Hood doesn't allow him to connect with civilians in a meaningful way and most of the hero community dislikes him.

The girls are really running out of hope, but they scavenge the archives and- ah ha! There's a handy third option. Jason just needs to mend his relationship to himself, the Sapphires can be all the support system he needs.

Doesn't look like that's gonna happen on earth though, so naturally their next course of action is to bring him back to Zamaron. Whether he likes it or not. It's NOT kidnapping if it's for his own good! And they'll maintain that no matter who comes knocking at their door to get him back.

[flamingpudding]

Fictober23 Prompt: 26 - "Honestly, why would I care?"

Fandom: DPxDC

Rating: G

Warnings: -

A/N: A quick short one, inspired by a TikTok video I saw. Also as always... I am impatient in posting it.

"You're not my dad, yet."

"Get out of the spaceship. I am your dad, Phantom."

"You're not my dad."

"I am your Dad. The papers are already submitted! Get out of the spaceship."

"I am in a spaceship and you're not."

"I will literally drag you out of the damned space ship."

"No! I'm literally in a spaceship, you're not. You are not my dad."

"Literally get out of the spaceship. It's rude to others!"

"Tell me it's rude, I don't give a fuck!"

The bat kids exchanged amused glances. Red Robin and Spoiler had their phones out filming the entire situation. Red Hood was already downed, laughing to the point that his gut started hurting. Nightwing tried to be polite and not laugh but his shoulders were shaking. It was only a matter of time before he would break two. Black Bat was also shaking in silent laughter while Signal watched on, torn between horror, amusement and worry. Robin had his arms crossed watching stoically but for some reasons was sporting a proud smirk.

"Shouldn't you kids try to help Batman?" Superman next to them carefully asked his eyes going back and forth between Batman's kids and the ongoing situation before them.

"And ruin Phantom's mood? Do you have any idea how hard it was to even make him leave the lab? This is the first time in days that I am seeing him smile. Do not ruin his good mood." Robin countered, giving the hero a quick glare before eyes turning back to his father and phantom still arguing.

"Besides, this is the first time we get to see B arguing with a little kid like this. None of us managed to drive him to that point yet." Nightwing added grinning.

"How long has it been since B had submitted the adoption papers?" Red Robin asked, looking at them over his shoulder, his handy camera focused on the phantom who now had started to stick his tongue out and blow raspberries at Batman as an argument point.

"Two days." Signal answered easily, finally deciding to be just amused with the situation.

"Phantom! Get out now!"

"Over my already dead body!"

"And how long since B had actually slept?" Spoiler questioned next in between giggles.

"He's been working on Phantom's case without sleep for four days now." Nightwing grinned. "I will add Phantom claiming a spaceship to the methods on how to get B of the Batcomputer."

"Will you at least do something? You're the one that usually mainly uses it!" Superman turned towards Martian Manhunter only for the other hero to shrug.

"Honestly, why would I care? As Robin said, Phantom appears to enjoy his time quite a lot. And considering what he had gone through, who would I be to ruin it for such a young hero?"

"Phantom!"

"NO!"

"We gotta send this to Agent A later!" Jason gasped between his laughter. Nightwing's phone pinged with a message from Oracle and the eldest Bat kid showed it to the others with a bright grin.

"Already done. O is giving him a live feat of this on the Batcomputer."

[writing-mlm]

We’re alike… aren’t we?

Summary: Jason gets help getting bandaged after being stabbed, you get help after your fear of needles stops you from taking your HRT Pairing: Jason Todd & Trans!reader Wc: 960 tags/warnings: gender neutral reader, can be nb/ftm/mtf, stitching jason up, taking HRT, mentions of being tortured, trans blues, no romance but can be seen as such

based on a tiktok by @/bloody_converse

—

Jason doesn’t understand why you stay around even after everything he’s done. You know his past, you know his present, and for fucks sake you probably see where his future is heading. But fuck, you’re still there. You’re still letting him in at one in the morning after he crashed through your window for the millionth time that month, all with open arms. 

You’re still giving him the good blanket because it’s the middle of winter and his suit isn’t all that good at keeping him warm. You’re still lowering the music because he’s bordering on a concussion. You’re still staring at him as if he isn’t a serial killer, crime lord, zombie!

He doesn’t understand that you get it. 

In your own way, of course. 

You know what it’s like having a family that mourns you even though you’re right in front of them. You know what it’s like to feel as if you’re in the wrong body, missing parts that you’ll probably never get no matter how hard you work because it’s not the same. It just isn’t. You understand all too well what it’s like when your family looks at you, not looking at the adult you’ve grown into but the child they once had. The child you can no longer be. The adult that cannot bear to accept because it’s not what they had in mind for you. 

You know what it’s like to be set aside, to be considered wrong. 

You both don’t like mirrors, broken enough that you’ve gotten bad luck for the next three lifetimes. You both get nervous when getting intimate with partners because what if they think your bodies are gross? You’ve both gotten fucked over by your fathers. 

“Did you take your shot?” He asks as you hand him a water bottle and a pill for his pain. 

“No,” You sigh, looking away from him. “I chickened out again.” He doesn’t laugh, but you see the twinkle in his eyes as he takes the pill without the water chaser. He still drinks it, though. It’s non-contaminated water, it’s like the holy grail for fucks sake. 

“Get it, I'll do it.” It’s no use putting up a fuss, he’d just get up and find it himself. Besides, you could really use the help. The needle thing still freaks you out and your insurance is moving slow to move you to something better like gel or auto injections things. 

When you return, he’s washing his hands and putting on a pair of gloves. Not to mention in one of his shirts he keeps at your place, something about having too many germs on his clothes to be next to medical equipment. He’s forgotten pants, you note. Probably because he’s bleeding from his outer thigh. 

“I’ll get the medkit,” Setting your box of HRT supplies on the coffee table, you ignore his protest. Getting the kit you’d gotten after the first time he crashed at yours needing medical attention but refusing to go to a hospital or Bruce’s. Which, for the record, is more often than you care to think about.

When you return he’s sitting on your floor, a small pool of blood collecting on his discarded shirt. You replace it with an old towel and clean the spot. He doesn’t wince, but you see his thigh tense as you wipe the area and begin stitching him up. He’s used to getting stitched up, it hardly affects him these days unless it’s a bad wound. Thankfully this is a small stab wound, it’ll heal in under a week if he doesn’t open the stitches. And he probably will at some point. 

“All done,” Grinning at your work, you wrap it in bandages and then put a pin to secure it. He’ll check on it once he can but he trusts your handy work, it hasn’t failed him yet. 

“Your turn,” He says when you remove your own set of latex gloves. You wince at the idea but begrudgingly let him do it. He moves you to the couch, lifting your shirt enough that he can see your stomach and has you hold it up. You do, knuckles pressing against your skin so much your hand starts to shake.

“You’re a lot better at stitching me up and putting a needle in your stomach,” He humors you as he’s grabbing an alcohol wipe, eyes flickering up to yours. He cleans the vile first, carefully setting it on the table when he’s done. 

“You try getting tortured by needles,” You mutter, blinking down at his hand as he wipes the area. It’s cold against your skin, even more so when he fans it for a second. “Fucking hate Joker,” 

“Don’t we all,” He grabs the bottle and a 1-millimeter syringe that makes you inhale and look away. “You’re good, you got this,” He mutters with his attention mostly on drawing the liquid into the syringe with a careful eye. He switches the needle before checking for air bubbles and pinches at your skin once he’s sure it’s perfect.

“Ready?” He asks. “You can squeeze my shoulder.” You can only muster a nod as you prepare yourself. He works slowly, watching as he carefully slides the needle into your stomach and then watches your face as he slowly injects it. He doesn’t like it when he helps you; the panic in you makes his stomach hurt but he also doesn’t want you to not take your HRT or have a panic attack trying to do it yourself. 

He pulls the needle out and wipes away the drop of blood before putting on a bandaid. 

“All done.” He smiles, snapping his gloves off. You drop your shirt with a sigh, running your hands over your face as you relax.

[igotanidea]

Weekend came early: Jason Todd x reader

WARNING: SMUT MDNI!

A/N: I wish you all happy, evenful weekend ;)

***

It was just teasing. Nothing more. She really didn’t plan for it to end up like this.

Or—

Given how good she knew Jason’s tendency to get jealous easily--

Maybe she actually did?

***

It was Friday evening, the best day of the week, since there was two free out-of-work days on the horizon. Days Jason and Y/N were supposed to spend together for the first time in forever. He promised her that – no fighting, no blood, no patching up injuries and no vigilante bullshit.

But.

His promise only encompassed Saturday and Sunday, never including Friday.

Friday was the day when – as usual he was going to go on patrol and beat the shit out of some thugs, while playing the anti-hero.

And that left Y/N forced to tend to herself. To take care of herself in every possible meaning  of the word.

“What are you up to?” he peeked into the bedroom, observing his girlfriend, who was currently sitting in front of the mirror putting on her makeup and doing her hair, which was surprising to say the least. Ever since they met each other, years ago, dolling up and Y/N were two words that had rarely fitted in one sentence. Of course, since she was a woman, mascara, eyeshadows, lipstick and all other  make-up stuff Jason didn’t know the name of, was coming in handy sometimes, but--!. What the hell was she doing dressing up while he was about to go out?! Why was her hair shiny and flowing down her shoulders and back like a waterfall giving away the most intoxicating smell of her shampoo? Why were her lips red and her eyes so fucking seductive, highlighted by the distinct make up he never saw her wearing before!? And that look she gave him upon hearing his words? That teasing smile that adorned her face?!

WHO THE FUCK WAS SHE DOLLING UP FOR?!

What?” she teased turning towards him with a glint in the eyes. “Can’t a girl look good for herself? Am I supposed to wear sweatpants and have tear stains on my face just because you are out red hooding?”

“YES!” he had to put a hell lot of effort to prevent himself from bursting out with all the rage boiling inside him. Instead he settled on clenching his fist as a substitute for punching the wall. “Yes, you’re supposed to be pretty only for me!” Jason couldn’t care less that he was sounding like a male chauvinist.

“Now that’s a little mean, don’t you think?” she grinned innocently, batting her eyelashes freshly mascara-painted “I thought I was pretty all the time, not only when—“

“DO NOT FUCKING PLAY WITH ME Y/N!” it was so hard to hold back all that rage, jealousy, fear and the sudden feeling of betrayal. Almost as if the upcoming taking on the role of the Red Hood was influencing his behaviour as Jason Todd, the boyfriend¸ who was  always caring and gentle and loving.

Huh, apparently not anymore…..

Y/N only rolled her eyes in response, absolutely unfazed by the sudden change of tone, quickly putting finishing touches and getting up from behind the dressing table. Allowing Jason to see her fucking dress for the first time.

“WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU GOING IN THIS!?”

That piece of material was barely covering her, but perfectly accentuated her body, all those ideally shaped curves in all the right places.

His curves.

Fuck, he could already feel himself growing, the tactical pants becoming tight in the places they were not supposed to at the moment. She was doing it on purpose cause it was impossible that after all those years together she was oblivious and this stupid.

“Something wrong, baby?” her hips swayed when she took a few steps forward and put her hand on his bare shoulder. Right, cause he was only wearing his pants and no chest armour and jacket when her unusual preparations caught his attention, causing him to emerge from the bathroom.

“Where the hell are you going?!” he hissed  moving away from her touch despite all the instincts telling him otherwise.

“Oh, you know it’s nothing, just—“

“I told you to not play with me.”

“And I told you repeatedly that I am not intimidated by –“

‘Well maybe you should be.”  Just one move of his almost got her cornered. Almost, being the key word here, since the girl saw right through him, capably sneaking away.

“Don’t act crazy Jason. I’m just going out to have some fun.”

“FUN?!”

“Yeah.” she said in a completely innocent tone reaching for her coat “with my other boyfriend”

Jason froze.

Only for a second though.

And then his blood boiled.

She said other boyfriend.

“What did you just say?” the atmosphere in the apartment turned from playful and teasing into serious and heavy in a blink of an eye. “How many other boys do you have?!”

“Three, currently. “

“THREE?!”

“Had more, but cut down when we started dating. Besides you’re still my favourite so I don’t understand why you’re so angry about it. You’re the best in bed and -“

“WHAT?!!”  Was she even serious!  If Jason was the best that meant she had something to compare. Which could have only indicated that Y/N-. “You slept with someone else other than me!?”

Just the thought of other man kissing her in a way only he was allowed to, was too much. And there was a clear indication that there was more than just kissing. Other man- men- touched her. Traced her body, felt her moving underneath him, heard her calling- moaning- his name, had her hands all over him. Tasted her in a way that was reserved only for him. For Jason Peter Todd. Her fucking boyfriend.  

 “No.” he hissed grabbing her wrist and spinning her to him before she reached the door. “No.” Y/N met with eyes filled with lust and rage.

“What are you--?” she stuttered feeling him press her into the wall, not doing anything explicit, yet, but observing her like a prey, leaving minimum space between their bodies, once again trying to intimidate her and making it work this time.

“You won’t allow anyone to do what I do to you.” He leaned to whisper in her ear, hot breath laced with possessiveness hit her face “You understand me princess?” the unexpected grip and caress on her hips caused a little shiver to run through her body. “You’re mine. M-I-N-E, baby…” 

“You’re—You’re not the boss of me—“ she whimpered making it a little less firm than intended.

“Oh, I am not the boss?” he smirked tightening the grip on her, running fingers over her side, hooking over the hem of her short dress, tracing over her smooth thigh. “Maybe I should show you otherwise then?”

“I’m going—“ Y/N squirmed reaching for the doorknob

“Oh baby, I’m not really letting you.” Her wrist was gripped and pinned back to the wall next to her side stopping her from any movement.

“Good luck stopping me-“

There was really no space for her to fight him anymore, with those vigilante eyes tuned in on the slightest change in her expression, but she was trying nonetheless.

“You really want me to let you go, baby?” his lips brushed her cheek, his body pressing more into her. “Let another man touch you? Kiss you? See what belongs to me?” Jason’s thigh pressed between her legs causing her instinctive reaction in the form of grinding on it. “are you going to sleep with him?” he lifted the hem of her dress, reaching fingers to the inside of her thigh getting the exact shiver he craved.

“Yes!” she squealed even though her behaviour didn’t match the words at all.

“No, baby.”  He smiled softly, but his eyes were brutal and it wasn’t hard to guess what was coming for her if she kept on pushing and defying any longer.

“Ye-“

She never finished that sentence, getting pressed into the wall as Jason’s strong body claimed hers. He was done being gentle, biting her bottom lip, lifting her dress all the way up, instantly tearing off her little fancy panties, grabbing the back of her thighs wrapping her legs around him.

Grinding into her heat with the urgency and power of a predator brought to extreme.

The kiss was brutal to say the least. Almost violent. Boosted by the thought of her in the arms of another man. He won’t ever let it happen. She was his.

His, his, his. Only his.

And he was not going to share.

“Jason—“ she whimpered, but he didn’t listen. He was already ripping the upper part of her dress of, biting her neck, moving lips over her collarbone, kissing the part of her breast that weren’t covered by the bra. Marking the soft skin, making sure to leave a reminder who she belonged to. In case she forgot.

“Shit…” she moaned pulling at his hair, tightening her legs on him, leaving a wet trail on the pants he still had on.

Those actions only spurred him on, pushing him to rip off her bra, not caring whether it might have been expensive or her favourite, it had to go. Her breasts and those already stiff, pebbled nipples being the main object of his interest at the moment.

“Mine.” He hissed with voice hoarse, deep, full of uncontrollable lust for her body, grabbing onto the soft bosom, palming it and squeezing mercilessly in primal need to see the hand-shaped bruises all over it. “mine”. The other breast was devoured with his lips and tongue that was capably tasting her nipple, flicking and licking in that perfect way that never failed to make her melt into him. He knew exactly where and how to touch to elicit the perfect sounds and turn them both on to the extreme. For example, he was fully aware that tracing one finger at her sensitive spot, just at the swell of her chest, close to the side would make her cry out in pleasure and get even more wet. Making it so much easier to slid inside later.

“Jason!!” she grinded on him, raking nails down his back, scratching and leaving red marks in their wakes. Her back arched to him, wanting rather to feel his warm, broad bare chest rather than cold hard wall he was relentlessly pressing her into, getting possessive, dominant in the need to trap her.

His mind was screaming with simple thoughts: Possess her. Own her. Devour her.  Fuck her brains out.

They were already high, not even getting to the best part yet. And damn, she was dripping from the need of him.

“Jason—“

“Yeah?” he gasped pulling back only to resume his touches, tracing over her thigh getting another string of desperate mewls, smirking in complacency. “what did you want to say princess….?”

“I—“

“I’m listening….” His lips moved higher, brushing over her breast, neck, jaw, moving towards her earlobe, which he bit lightly. “You have my whole attention…”

“Mhm…” she tried to reach to his zipper, but Jason couldn’t let her have what she wanted just yet. She need to be taught what exclusivity meant. “Need you—“

“I know baby…” he smirked again, grinding his hardness more into her. Her sobbing and pleading didn’t do much to change his mind

“Please!” she sobbed, trying once more to free him, but ending up with hands pinned above her head completely helpless and at his mercy. She awoken the animal.

“Say my name princess.”

“Jason!”

“who do you belong to!?”

“You!” she moaned through the tears of need, burning from the desire to feel him, touch him, aching for the sensation only he could bring her.

“That’s fucking right. ME.”

One movement and one scream later she finally got what she wanted. It was just so easy for him to claim her given the fact she was already dripping with arousal.

At this point control was out the window.

Pushing, pulling, moving.

Lips clashing, teeth biting, hands exploring each other's bodies like they were meeting the soft skin and defined muscles all over again. Building the intensity and pleasure as never before.

Pain and pleasure.

Possessiveness and softness.

Her.

His.

Yes.

Almost there!

She was so soft, so warm, so fucking delicious and wet.

He was covered with sweat unable to hold back grunts and squeezing her body, hurting her and adoring all at once.

So close...

Yes....

Yes, yes, yes!

When she screamed his name one more time, digging nails into his back with the force she didn’t know she had, he had no choice but to follow right after.

Never ever before falling into the bottomless pit were so good.

Becoming one.

***

“Was I too rough?”

They vaguely remembered the moment when Jason, with the last of his strength, filled with care and bliss, cradled her in his arms carrying to the bed.

Silkiness of the sheets, gentle kisses and caresses, devoid of rush and voracity were the most stark and the most welcomed contrast to what they did against the wall some time earlier.

“No.” she smiled at him, their blissful eyes meeting. ‘I mean, maybe a little, but no.”

“Well in my defence—“ he started, the guilt upon seeing all her bruises and bite marks taking hold on him.

“There’s no one else but you.” Her soft voice and subtle touch on his cheek cut him off.

“But-“

“I lied.” She sighed, not apologising about it.

 “What? Why?”

“I don’t even know now.” Y/N rolled on her back, stretching herself without covering her body testing Jason’s self-control once more.

“Is there a possibility you missed me that much it forced you to push me past my limits?” he smirked, tracing one finger over her exposed belly in a very suggestive manner.

“You’re such a prick Jason Todd. I’m not adding to your blown up ego…”

“Maybe not with words—“ he laughed not stopping his actions, enjoying the Goosebumps that covered her body. “Admit it. You did miss me.”

“Mh. It’s impossible to wait till Saturday and Sunday to have you all to myself” She muttered

“Well I suppose the weekend came early for you baby.” He rolled on top of her starting another round.

Red hood, duties and that little dent in the wall that would cause them to say goodbye to the deposit money, has just became meaningless for the upcoming two and a half days.

[ghostfacesvalentine]

Day 11: Halloween Decorating with the muses - Multi!Muse x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Multimuse x Fem!Reader

Warning: Not many, a few mentions of alcohol

Type: Blurb

Request: N/A

Word count: N/A

Prompt: Halloween decorating with the muses

Notes: I’m fucking trying here. I tried to make it as GN as possible <3

Jason Voorhees: You would have to take charge of everything, Jason has absolutely no idea how to decorate even a pumpkin. He has fun though, especially seeing you so focused on making your vision come to fruition. When you noticed it was mainly you making the decisions, you try to incorporate his choices. “Green or purple?” You’d ask him which lights would look better wrapped around the frame of the front door. Jason would just have to point and even if you didn’t agree, you made it work.

Michael Myers: Similar to Jason, he wouldn’t have to take the initiative to decorate, instead he’d just stare at the option he’d like the best. It seemed like he leaned more towards red and pumpkins. He would be the best at helping you put the lights up. As you decorate with him throughout the years, you learn that he’s keen on the classic style of Halloween, black and orange, jack-o’-lanterns, all the fixings.

Tiffany Valentine: She would absolutely be the one to set up the place before you would, everything is on the way, sometimes you could even bump heads but since she’s in love, just as you are, she would make both of your ideas work. If you’re a fan of pinkween, she’s definitely on the same page, but pink doesn’t always mean cute, still a fan of blood and guts, it almost looks like a “my bloody Valentine” theme took over.

Billy Loomis: He couldn’t be more in love with you while watching you try to figure out what goes where and what looks best. Billy would be so dazed at times he’d only snap out of it when you scolded him about helping you pin the lights around the window. Of course he would help you, he’d be very involved in the decision making process. Don’t be surprised when he tries to scare you from time to time, making the skeleton prop jump at you or linger its skeletal hand to graze your arm when you’re not looking. Billy is a handful, no pun intended, but he’s always a great time when it comes to time-bearing tasks.

Stu Macher: Similar to Billy, he’s all in, though I would argue Stu is a tad bit more involved in the decision making process, decorating for Halloween is something Stu is 100000% here for. He’s in deep, going to different stores with you, far and near, you almost regret asking him for help. Of course it’s still fun, he makes the best of it, making you laugh with the props around the store, getting food in the process. It’s almost a three day project due to the shopping, the snacking and the actual decorating.

Patrick Bateman: He’s not very big on decorating for the holidays, even if you insist. If it’s in his apartment, keep it to a veeery minimal, unfortunately. Otherwise, as much as it makes you happy, it makes him cringe that his home looks like a Spirit Halloween store. I don’t think he could stand it for long, taking the decorations down the same day. Your place, however, he wouldn’t mind helping, depending on how many decorations and changes you’re making, he honestly may just hire someone to do it for you both.

Leatherface: Bubba is more than happy to decorate anything all the time, he’s such a delight when it comes to holidays. He’s more than willing to be the one who carries all the wreaths and does the heavy lifting. You can be propped up on his shoulder trying to get the lights to sit at the perfect angle and he’s over the moon. Not to mention, all the treats he’d get after being your brave “little” helper.

Harley Quinn: Also a great time when it comes to decorating, her acrobatic skills truly come in handy. Depending on her mood it can take forever, because she gets to horse around or if she comes in with a “let’s get this shit done” attitude, you both will be sipping PSL’s on the edge of the roof swinging your legs back and forth admiring the 12 ft tall skeleton at the top of your apartment complex. “Are you sure the manager said we could sit him on the rooftop?” You’d ask raising an eyebrow as she sipped the last of her latte. “Mhmm” the flashbacks of her pointing a gun to his face briefly made its way to her train of thought.

Poison Ivy: With wine and a charcuterie board, Ivy is more than willing to move some things around. Though her space would be still decked out in green, a little orange never hurt anyone. Orange lights and pumpkins decorated her room, whatever made you happy. Sipping wine and sitting pumpkins around the crevices as you listened to old Halloween music would be a constant for the first week of October.

Billy Hargrove: Billy never really cared for Halloween, his parents would decorate every so often but nothing crazier than that. When he noticed you were a little bummed out when he declined your invitation to decorate. Before you knew it, he showed up to your doorstep with orange flowers and a sweet sorry smile. You wouldn’t admit it, but he made you feel so much better. Just like most of the muses, he just followed whatever you asked him to do. Listening to the scorpions as you draped the spiderwebs across the windows, Billy’s drinking and smoking a cigarette taking you by the waist and spinning you around. He’s not much help, but he sure is a good time.

Steve Harrington: He’d be more than willing to offer his help, mainly because he wants to hang out with you. Though he’s not big on scary movies or themes, he’s more than willing to tough it out some for you. Putting up scary decorations leaves him unsettled and honestly a little nervous, but when he sees your brimming face and feels your arms wrap around his neck in gratitude, he suddenly forgets about the reaper with glowing red eyes pointing right at him. After you’re done setting up the lights, he invites you out to a bite and a scary movie, hopefully he can find more excuses to see you throughout the month outside of work.

Steve Rogers: You never get a complaint from Steve when it comes to helping you set anything up. Halloween is no different, in fact it was Steve who brought the topic up. “Is Y/N not decorating for Halloween this year?” He’d ask almost mockingly as you’d lay upside down on the couch next to him. A playful glare meets his boyish smile. “If only you’d be so lucky” This was Steve’s way of inviting himself to help you. Bonus points if you have a radio he can play classic music to, the night would end with him slow dancing with you to “I don’t want to set the world on fire”

Bucky Barnes: Similar to Steve, but he would wait for you to ask him if he could help you decorate. He’s not much of a decorator himself, especially given the fact that he hasn’t stayed in the same place for longer than a few months. It only gives him more of a reason to want to help you. He’d make little suggestions here and there, brainstorming ways to use most of your decor and make room for new additions. 100000% would bring out the tools if he needed to add a new shelf for your Halloween trinkets or nails to make the inflatables stay put. Just give him a few beers and kisses he’s yours for the whole afternoon to help get the tasks done.

Wanda Maximoff: 100000% would not hesitate to help you decorate, in fact decorating is her favorite thing to do. Halloween is one of the holidays she can be most creative in, so getting her to help you is no issue at all. Her and Tiffany would be the ones out of the list to make trips to the stores for new decorations and inspiration. Wanda would sway a little closer to the “horror” themed Halloween rather than a cutesy one. Her mind is ✨immaculate ✨ and if you posted it on social media, her decor and DIYs would pop off. Lots of spooky crafts and activities to last all month long with her.

Loki Laufeyson: This is a hard one, because he can totally be a brat about it, or he could be the most helpful one. He doesn’t understand the need to decorate, maybe a few things here and there but putting up inflatables, going shopping, it all seems unnecessary. Whatever makes you happy, he’s there for you. Add some nice wine and a few baked good and he’s more than happy to spend the day with you. Loki does acknowledge how the smallest things makes you happy and he thinks it’s cute. “Whatever makes you smile, sweetest.”

Cloud Strife: Doesn’t understand the concept of going all out just as Loki. Throughout time together, he begins to understand the little joy that decorating brings, therefore he never fights you on it. He’s the one doing all the heavy lifting, carrying around the pumpkins, propping up the skeletons. With time, he slowly begins to enjoy it, he will never admit it but you telling him that he’s a great help, heals something in him. After you’re all done setting up the lights and little bats on the porch, you can’t go wrong with snapping a few pictures of cloud with the pumpkins to keep in your journal.

Sebastian Michaelis: He’s already taken care of everything, sorry but hallows eve is most elegant in the Phantomhive household. Of course he would allow a few little trinkets wherever they fit, but nowhere near where the guests are expected to be unless he can use it to his advantage when Ciel is talking to a guest. It doesn’t take long for him to start explaining the meaning of the decor and where it came from, all with a slight demeaning smile at “all the silly little details the human race came up with”

Spencer Reid: Similar but different to Sebastian. Spencer is all in for all kinds of decor, but the nostalgic look of the late 50’s to 80’s would have to be his favorite eras so far. Your apartment would have all kinds of trinkets from various cities and random small towns he’d visit, but he always made sure to grab something pertaining to the holiday. Messy to others but completely organized in each others head, the only things you have to set out were the Halloween trinkets and maybe a few orange fairy lights. Whenever Spencer had the time to come home, he’d always make sure you both were able to finish up decorating and carving pumpkins. Halloween being both of your favorite holidays, there is always time for decorating.

Jason Todd: Kind of similar to Spencer, but not too much in the sense that Jason lets you do whatever you want. However Y/N wants the apartment decorated, it’s the only way it’ll be. If you want to go for a pinkoween he’s 100000% there for it. Jason wouldn’t hesitate to take you shopping, yes even if there’s no way that is going to fit in your apartment, he’s going to find a way if his baby really wants it. Like Bucky, he’s got the tools ready, just tell him where and you won’t have to lift a finger unless you really want to.

[kenobers]

Jason Todd Headcanons

just a few thoughts that help inform the way i write this doof. it's linked below as well, but check out jason's spotify wrapped if you have a minute! ;-)

Samsung User

Jason says he likes his coffee dark, but secretly orders flavored lattes (see that one Hozier photo)

Puts cinnamon in his coffee grounds

He may have good taste in books, but he's got shit taste in movies

Loves a few basic safe picks - Fight Club, Pulp Fiction, things you might expect from someone like him

But his "Watch Again" list is all cheesy action movies and wacky comedies. Mark Wahlberg appears a little too often.

Doesn’t watch a lot of television, but sometimes likes to fall asleep to Family Guy or South Park

Has one ear piercing he got on a dare, done by either one of his brothers or one of the Outlaws

Good gift giver, but only wraps things in newspaper

Really terrible about remembering to take his medication

To the point that Dick and Tim got him one of those every day of the week pill boxes as a joke - but it's actually been incredibly helpful

Is a regular at his neighborhood corner store

To the point where the guys at the counter don’t even card him anymore

He's the type of man to sleep till noon, 1:30 on Sundays

If he's sharing a bed, he will snuggle up to you in his sleep

Snores

Unfortunately uses 3-in-1 shampoo/conditioner/body wash

Has an high tolerance for weed, which annoys the hell out of him because he enjoys a joint but does not fuck with edibles

Every time he tries an edible, he stares at himself in the mirror for three hours and Does Not like it

Drunk Yapper

Beer Drinker

Doesn't always know his own strength

Not in the accidentally-break-someone's-arm type of way, but definitely in the sometimes-closes-the-door-too-hard-and-goes-"whoopsie daises!" type of way

Thankfully, he's become a pretty great handy man

Despite being a certified Car Guy, he did die at 15 and as a consequence is lowkey still learning how to drive a non-military grade car (in other words, he's a shit driver) (but it's okay, he sticks to the motorcycle and public transportation)

He's not a hugger, but he is a leaner

Thrifts all of his clothes

Prefers to get his books from local indie/second-hand/new & used bookstores

But still has a Barnes & Nobles membership card

His bookshelf is not organized what-so-ever; it's started to operate as more of a gun rack while his books get stacked underneath his bed (he tells himself that this will make him get through his To Be Read list faster)

His top played song of last year was “Kiss Me Through The Phone” by Soulja Boy

His music taste can be divided into three primary playlists; East Coast Rap, Metal, Ear Worms

Is the family expert on the Gotham underground music scene

He isn’t big on social media at all, but he has a Twitter with like 15 followers he uses to keep an eye on whoever

(and also to keep up with music and book updates)

He’s occasionally very funny on it. But just occasionally.

Just Online enough to know who Trisha Paytas is, not Online enough to know who ClubChalamet is

He got his GED once he joined the family again

and yes, they threw him a little party to celebrate

Has the BatChat on silent, but still checks it regularly

Terrible texter; you’ll either hear back from him immediately or in three weeks time

“srry didn’t see this”

(he did see this, he just got anxiety about it)

Has a lot of anxiety about smalls things like that

Especially when it comes to the Bat Family

He’s not always sure where he stands with everyone - if they like him, trust him, want him there

Paranoid that they’re nosy because they secretly think he’s going to go rogue again

Has to constantly remind himself that they’re just nosy the same way that he’s nosy - because this is literally a family of detectives

[trashland-llamas]

Venetia

AO3 link

Reader who wants to keep her period on the down low, not telling her teammates out of desperation. To appear normal instead of feeling like she was on the brink of death. She had done so well, going to bed an hour earlier. Hiding her craving for chocolate behind a simple excuse to bake. Claiming she was taking over the counter pain meds for a migraine and not cramps.

But unfortunately for her, Jason finds out from their shared bathroom. Confused when he comes across the discarded pad hidden in its wrapper. Trying to identify where the weird smell was coming from. 'Hey, can I ask you something?' He doesn't bother to knock before entering her bedroom. Realizing how fatigued she looks. Having heard pained whimpers before he entered.

‘Yea, what’s up Jay-jay?’ Trying to play it cool. Reader had yet to find a comfortable position to lie in. One that didn’t annoy the fuck out of her back but also didn’t make her worry about leaking through her pad. All but giving up at this point. Jason wasn’t completely clueless when it came to periods. He had spent some time around women. 'I saw a pad in the trash, and it was kinda stinking up the bathroom. It's the time of the month for you, isn't it?' There was a striking pallor regarding her appearance. 'I'm just glad you didn't use the word loins, but yes.' If anyone had to know, she didn't mind Jason knowing. Jason would at the very least not be mad that she insisted on being so independent.

'Why did you think I'd use the word loins?' Jason is more amused than shocked by Reader's snark. 'I don't know, the fact that you mostly read classic romance books. Surprised you haven't tried dressing like Fabio yet. Oh wait, that's just Discowing,' Jason knew he should've expected she’d have a long list of insults lined up for him. 'Okay, I get it. You're probably in a shit ton of pain, if not discomfort. So pretty please, let me help however I can.'

She held out a tiny stuffed animal. ‘It’s one of those that can be microwaved. Should take one minute in the nuker.’ Jason fails to hide his laugh but he does take it from her hand. Going down to the kitchen. Giving Roy and Artemis a look that said to mind their beeswax.

Reader had drifted into a half-asleep state. Eyes fully opening when she felt Jason place the warmed plush on her stomach. ‘Hey, sleepyhead. Hopefully that helps with the cramps. Need anything else?’

‘Can you keep me company?’ Came her request. One that Jason readily agreed to. ‘Yeah, I’ll stay. Get some rest,’ having them lean up so he could slide in behind them. Leaning against the headboard with Reader using him as a pillow. The heated plush now trapped between their bodies. Slipping a hand under her shirt to press circles along the muscles in her back. Humming a lullaby that his mom used to sing to him. Jason smiled when he heard her begin to snore.

‘You realize I do enjoy books outside of the romance genre?’ Jason questions her sleeping form. Not expecting a response as the question was rhetorical. Even his family had shoehorned him as the romance aficionado. The layout of the room hadn’t changed at all since he had last been in it. The bed is still flush to the side of the wall. A bookshelf next to it, right under the window. Doubly acting as a nightstand.

Cataloging her books, he picks up a random book. One of Neal Shusterman's—Bruiser. As time goes on, Jason begins to read some of the passages out loud. Glad that his experience staying perfectly still during stakeouts came in handy for something outside of vigilantism.

[princessofgotham777]

Dating Jason Todd (Part Seventeen: Crawling Back to You)

Jason Todd x Reader

fanfic type: angst, fluff, comfort (ongoing)

If you liked the Titans show but wish they handled Jason’s story line differently you might like this fic!

Hey guys idk what’s possessed me to write so much but here we are and I’m not mad about it (I am super tired tho so excuse any mistakes). Anyways sorry everyone’s kinda a villian in this part but hey I love drama. Hope you enjoy!

So story line, this doesn’t really take place in any specific universe but I’m gonna be pulling concepts from Titans, Arkham Knight, The Batman, Under the Red Hood, and whatever lore I remember from the CW shows cause I grew up watching those, then just my imagination of course. Reader is referred to as she/her btw.

Warnings: talking about death, suicide, depression, torture (it’s not graphic I hate gore it’s just sad), talking about intimacy (not graphic), struggling with eating, topics of grief, violence, panic attacks, PTSD

Part Seventeen: Crawling Back to You

“When my time comes around

Lay me gently in the cold dark earth

No grave can hold my body down

I'll crawl home to her” -Work Song, Hozier

You woke up in what looked like a hospital room. Only it wasn’t a hospital room, you were in a room off the batcave. Your thigh had been stitched up, no doubt Alfred’s handy work. You heard voices outside and quickly closed your eyes, pretending like you were still asleep.

“I’m so worried about her,” Rachel says.

“I know, I don’t know what we can do,” Gar says.

“We have to tell her, she needs to know,” Rachel says.

“I know but Dick wants to figure out if that’s really even him,” Gar says.

“You saw the guy,” Rachel says.

“I know but she doesn’t need to get her heartbroken all over again,” Gar says.

“If we don’t tell her and that really is Jason she’ll never forgive us,” Rachel says.

“She’ll come around,” Gar says. “And she’ll thank us for waiting to tell her if it’s not him,” he adds. You hear the door close and a sigh. Gar left so now it’s just you and Rachel.

“What about Jason?” you say opening your eyes.

“Shit,” she says as she walks to your side. “How much of that did you hear?” She asks.

“All of it, what’s going on Rachel?” You ask.

“Dick told us not to tell you, not till we know for sure,” she says.

“What the hell happened,” you say as you rip your iv out of your arm.

“Y/N!” Rachel says. You jump out of bed dispite the pain that shoots through your leg. “You need to lie back down,” she urges.

“I need to find out what new secret Dick is keeping from me,” you say as you open the door. What you see is odd, Alfred, Kori, and Gar are all standing in the batcave outside the medical room in silence. Dick and Bruce are nowhere to be found. “What’s going on?” You demand. All that you’re meant with are sorrowful blank stares.

“Y/N,” Alfred says calmly. “Your still injured you should-“

“No!” You interrupt him. “Don’t tell me I need to lie down I need to know what about Jason you’re not telling me!” Everyone goes quiet again. You try to walk towards the elevator when everyone moves in your way. “Seriously!” You say angrily. You try to push past them when Kori grabs you.

“It’s okay, it’s okay Y/N,” she says calmly.

“What’s going on!” You yell. “Where the fuck is Dick!” She puts you down and nobody moves out of the way to the elevator. “What’s going on and what’s it got to do with Jason!” You yell “what’s it go to do with Jason,” you yell again this time as tears escape your eyes.

“Come on dear,” Alfred says as he brings you back to the medical room. You figured Alfred stepped up cause he was sure you wouldn’t try to fight him.

Once you’re back in the medical room as Alfred puts your iv back in you ask again, “where is Dick.”

“He’s just sorting some things out outside, he’ll explain everything soon,” he says.

“What’s it got to do with Jason,” you ask again. Alfred walks over to the door and leaves closing it behind him quickly. You try the handle but it’s locked. “Alfred! What’s it got to do with Jason!”

“I’m sorry Y/N,” Alfred says through the door. “But it’s for your own good.”

Like hell it is you thought as you ripped the iv out once more. Dick is outside, you need to get outside and see what the hell is going on and what it has to do with Jason. You stand on the bed and undo the screws to the vent as quietly as possible. Still in your dirty bloody clothes you climb into the vent trying to not undo the stitches on your thigh. You try your best to navigate your way through the vents and eventually you see the wooden floor of upstairs. You drop down into the kitchen and a shooting pain travels through your leg. You hurry outside and see two figures by Jason’s grave, digging. You run but your leg slows you down. The closer you get the more you can make out that it’s Bruce and Dick. They’re digging up Jason’s coffin.

“Shit,” Dick says as he sees you approaching them.

“Say what you want, that girl is resourceful,” Bruce jokes knowing you escaped a locked room in the batcave under Alfred and the titans watch.

“What the fucks going on,” you say, practically in tears. They’ve almost unburied it, almost unburied him.

“Y/N you need to go back inside,” Dick starts to say.

“What are you doing,” you cry as you look in horror at the coffin no longer covered in dirt.

“Come on I’ll take you inside,” Dick says softly as he drops his shovel. Bruce is quiet, he just keeps glancing at the pool house in the backyard.

Dick tries to grab your arm but you slip away. Bruce once again glances at the pool house. “Why are you digging him up!” You shout as tears stream down your face. “You said Jason’s name earlier! When you came to get me…you said his name when you looked at Red Hood, why? Why Dick!”

“Just come inside I’ll explain everything, I promise,” Dick says. You remember the countless promises Dick has broken. Everyone including Rachel is hiding something for Dick. The one person you truly trusted’s grave was being defiled. You notice Bruce glance at the pool house again and you start running towards it. Your leg is killing you but adrenaline allows you to fly to the backyard. Both Dick and Bruce chase after you which only encourages you to get the pool house faster and find whatever they’re hiding. “Y/N!” Dick shouts. You keep running. You get to the pool house and rip the door open knowing Dick is only a couple seconds behind you.

You can’t believe your eyes. Lying on the ground handcuffed to a curtain rod in the Red Hood suit minus the mask is Jason. Your Jason.

“Jason,” you say almost quietly as you run to him. You’ve never been so confused in your life. You kissed his corpse then saw him get buried. You’d held his bloody corpse in your arms. Now here he was before you, eyes slowly opening, chest moving up and down as he breathed. “Jason,” you say again confused. You kneel beside his body and lightly brush the hair out of his face. You notice he’s got the white streak of hair but the “J” that was craved onto his face has healed. For a split second he leans into your touch on his face then he pulls his head away almost violently. He pulls at his hand that’s cuffed to the curtain rod trying to break free. “It’s okay…” you say as you put your hand on his. He stops pulling and looks in your eyes. His green eyes look back at you; the same eyes you’ve looked in so many times before.

“Y/N,” he says. You smile for a moment then Dick runs inside.

“Shit,” he says. Bruce comes running in after him. Jason begins violently tugging on the cuffs again. You sit in front of him on the floor, protecting him, against what, you weren’t sure yet. When you put your hands out to block Jason he stops tugging on the cuffs you notice. It’s a minute before anyone speaks. You’re filled with confusion and sadness but mostly rage.

“What the fuck is going on,” you say angrily. Dick just looks at you then looks at Jason, and back at you and back at Jason. His eyes say that he doesn’t know what to do.

“The Lazarus pit,” Bruce finally says. Dick turns to look at him. “It’s no use hiding it now,” he says to Dick.

“Hiding it?” You ask. “You two used the pit on Jason? And didn’t tell me?”

“It wasn’t us,” Dick says quickly.

“Then who the fuck was it!” You demand.

“Talia,” Jason groans. You quickly turn to look at him. “Ra’s and Talia,” he says. Jason’s unhand-cuffed hand slowly slides over to find yours. He softly strokes your hand.

Dick noticed this and steps forward, “Y/N he could be dangerous,” he says.

“Dangerous?” You say in outrage. “Look at him Dick,” you say with tear filled eyes.

“We don’t know that’s really Jason, it’s why we’re digging the coffin up,” Dick says.

“You can see him clear as day. Bruce is this not the kid you took in? Not your brother Dick?” You say.

“The Lazarus pit can make people go mad plus there’s been cases of people making human faces and wearing them before. Gothams a crazy place we have to be sure,” Bruce says.

“So run a fucking DNA test,” you say.

“We’re doing that too,” Dick interjects.

“Yeah so you run a DNA test and check the coffin, you don’t cuff him to a wall unconscious and lie to me! You fucking lied to me Dick! Again!” You yell. Jason moves his hands again to your wrist, like he’s reaching for you.

“Y/N seriously he could hurt you,” Dick says.

“Hurt me,” you say. “Really Dick he can barely move. Give me the key.”

“What?” Bruce says.

“The key…to the handcuffs give it to me,” you say.

“Absolutely not,” Dick says.

“You wanna lock him somewhere lock him in a fucking medical room you asshole. He’s back from the dead and you hit him, he needs medical attention. Seriously Bruce I’ve seen you treat criminals better,” you say.

“He’s killed people Y/N, you do know that don’t you,” Bruce says.

“Yes and although I’m just overcome by grief over dealers selling to children I’m a little more concerned about Jason,” you say. Dick and Bruce exchange looks.

“Fine but back up incase he tries anything,” Dick says as he grabs the key from his pocket. You get up and as Jason’s half limp hand falls from yours your heart breaks a little bit. Dick kneels down and undoes the cuff from the curtain rod. Swiftly he puts both Jason’s hands in the cuffs behind his back. You see Jason struggling to stand and try to help him as best you can.

“One rule…” Bruce says. “I have one rule I ask to not be broken.”

“Unless you want me to be the next to break the rule I suggest you get out of the way,” you snap. Bruce steps aside. Although Jason’s out of it and not in the best situation, at least he’s gotten back to you.

Hey hopefully you don’t hate me too much after the villainy that was going on in this part lol. I was inspired by the line it’s something like “you never hit joker that hard” or something like that yeah but in my opinion and from the lore I know Bruce did NOT treat Jason good after he was resurrected so I guess this is my take on that. Also it’s fanfic so if it’s not perfect it’s okay🤓💀 Anyways I’m gonna post some more parts of this fic and then post the backstory for this fic. Remember to check out my Masterlist for the other parts and if your interested in any of these characters x readers, Anakin Skywalker, Dick Grayson, Peter Hayes, Christian Ozera, there’s fics for them x reader as well. If you liked this part remember to like, reblog, comment, and/or follow. Any positive feedback is much appreciated it helps me stay motivated to write and post parts. Hope you enjoyed reading have a great night:)🩷

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[dollscircus]

Every so often I lock in and actually make progress of my Jason x reader fic. Rahh

“You know it personally.” He said, more a statement than a question. You scowled in response while feeling your teeth grind together.  

“The guy who makes it is call Noah Carter.” You spoke. You heard Red Hood draw in a quick breath, almost sounding like a hiss of pain, but you decided not to comment on it. 

“Why tell me that?” He asked, taking an inching step closer, and you could feel the shadows curling at your feet.  

“I’m not an idiot.” You said, voice a bit sharper than you meant it to be. “I’ve seen the evidence of your handy work on my table. Scared whispers of the Red Hood.” 

“You want Noah dead then.” You flinched. Did you? “Who is he to you?” 

“Doesn’t matter who he is to me.” You said quickly, feeling bile rising up in the back of your throat. 

“It does.” He said, taking another step closer almost more confident.  

Fuck. 

“No. It doesn’t.” You said while your feet tried to take a step back, but the shadows started to latch to your feet keeping you in place.  

“It does when I found your pictures all over the wall of a warehouse of is.” 

Your eyes widened, your breath catching in your throat. When had your heart gotten so loud in your ears? In that moment it was all you could hear.  

Noah’s been in Gotham that long? Long enough to find you. To- take pictures!? What was he planning? This didn’t make any sense. You pressed your hand to your mouth after a shaky whimper rolled out of your lips.  

Red Hood is talking to you. You can’t hear him.  

[fictionalmenxyn]

Can we get a Nightwing or Red Hood taking care of a sick yn if it hasn't been done before

Of course I can!! Imma do both in one if that’s ok! If you want them separate let me know and I can do that too!!

☞︎𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮☜︎

Pairings: nightwing x reader x red hood

Warnings: language

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It’s been a long night. The day was slow, you felt unwell. You could feel the oncoming flu since this morning. But only when you were on patrol did it hit you like a brick wall. So much that Jason said “who the fuck keeps sniffing into their ear piece?!?” You tried to laugh it off saying it was Dick. But it was 100% you. You just didn’t want to tell the guys. Cause they’d go protective mode on you.

But it was after you all showered that they realised you were coming down with the flu.

So that’s how you ended up here. Wearing Jason’s t-shirt and Dick’s boxers. Laying in bed with Jason laying next to you. He held you closely. Not caring if he got sick, he rarely did. I mean since his ‘accident’ he never got sick. So he had Dick go and make you some warm food. Considering for some reason you had the opposite of a fever. Well you had one, but you were extremely cold. Hot at the touch, but you felt cold.

Jason has the remote on his one muscular thigh. The other held your legs on top. His one arm around your waist as the other hand caresses your thighs. He had put on the show you had been binging recently. But due to patrolling, you keep up with it as much.

Dick soon returned “how you feeling now, love?” You nodded “I’m okay, still feeling cold…” Jason pressed the back of his hand to your forehead “still feeling hot to me, baby…” you nodded “I know… I’m just having the chills…” he nodded and pulled you closer.

Dick holds out a hot water bottle for you “I’m not sure if this will help… but I did it cause I know you like it when you’re sick..” you smiled softly “thank you, Dee…” he kissed your temple and headed back out the room and downstairs to the kitchen.

Jason rested his cheek to the top of your head. “You know, you could’ve told us before patrol… Dick would’ve stayed here with you…” you hummed “I know… but I didn’t want you patrolling alone and also I was fine all day… it was like my luck ran out when I started patrolling…” Jason chuckled softly yet deeply.

As you ate your chicken and noodles, one of your favourites that Dick would make cause he’s really good at the dish. Due to Alfred’s handy knowledge.

Jason rubbed the side of your arm as Dick played with a few strands of your hair. You all in the large bed of your sheared bedroom. You practically squished in the middle of the two huge men. You smiled softly. Considering you three are crime fighting people who help civilians at night. You felt normal, like an everyday person who doesn’t stay up till ungodly hours fighting people.

After you were done with your food. You placed the fork into the bowl. Jason picked the plate up and left to go put it in the dishwasher.

Dick pulled you into his chest. He wrapped his arms around you. He mumbled into your hair “how’s the princess feelin’?” You sighed “like shit… but better now you two are takin’ care of me..” he smiled softly “you’re welcome, sweetheart.”

Jason returned. He laid back in bed with you two. He rubbed your back as you laid on top of Dick. Dick kept his lips pressed to your head as Jason moved closer to you both and continued to rub you back under the T-shirt. Jason pressed a kiss to your shoulder.

After some time, you felt tried. Jason and Dick noticed your half-lidded eyes. Jason saw you struggling to go to sleep. Something he often saw when you were sick. He reached over you both grabbing his book he was currently reading. He opened the page. Resting his head on your back as his mouth was close to your ear. He knew you loved when he read aloud. Both of their voices were attentive, but Jason when he would read??? Would make you melt on the spot. A guy who’s buff, crime fighter, badass and an overall hunk… who READS?!? Hot… very… very hot…

So as he read, Dick would occasionally kiss your temple and rub your side. Dick then reached over and grabbed an eye mask he’d use when it would be too light in the summer time. He gently pulled it over your eyes. Stroking your hair as Jason read to you.

Jason smirked softly when he heard your breathing. A thing he learnt when you were awake and asleep. The difference in your breathing. He did it, not purposefully. But when he’d have nightmares or he’d get anxious out of nowhere. He’d always liked listening to your breathing. So he could regulate his. So he naturally learnt the difference of your breathing. Jason whispered to Dick “she’s out..” Dick nodded. Gently moving you to the middle of the bed. Dick wrapped his arms around your shoulders as Jason wrapped his arms around your waist.

All of you calling it in for the night. The guys loved you dearly, so they were on full guard when you were sick. As you did for them. And you definitely did when Dick was the next one to fall sick after being close to you. Then Jason was the ‘part time nanny’ since he doesn’t get sick.

And best believe he got you both to make up for the fact he did everything for you both. He wasn’t leaving this empty handed. No chance. He loves you. But you owe him.

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[celaenaeiln]

Nightwing: We need to get in but picking the locks is going to set off the alarms.

Red Hood: Time to blow it wide open. I know you’re gonna say you-

Nightwing: Good idea.

Red Hood: -hate it. wait what?

Nightwing: Good idea.

Red Hood: For real?

Nightwing: Yeah

Red Hood: Y-yeah. Yeah of course it is, I came up with it. *excitedly* I got my batbombs handy just for this.

Nightwing: *pulling a bazooka out of thin air* no need, I got this handled.

Red Hood: Where did you get that?!

Nightwing: On the count of three. One, two, three-

Nightwing: Fire in the hole!

Red Hood: Yo dickhead, that was pretty cool!

Nightwing: thanks *yeeting the bazooka at Jason*

Red Hood: *touched* You’re giving this to me?

*Batman descending moments later in righteous fury*

Batman: RED HOOD! HOW DARE YOU BLOW UP THE BUILDING, YOU COULD’VE INJURED THOSE INSIDE!

Red Hood: Wha- it wasn’t me! It’s Dick’s! He just handed it to me!!

Batman: *turning to look suspiciously at Nightwing*

Nightwing: *tilting his head at Batman* *then sighing dramatically and pathetically* yeah, it was me…

Batman: *staring* *turning back to Red Hood* YOU ARE FORBIDDEN FROM EXPLOSIVES AGAIN FOR A MONTH.

Red Hood: IT WASNT ME! IT. WASNT. MEEEEE. AND WHAT’RE YOU GONNA DO ABOUT IT?!

Batman: OR ILL TELL AGENT A ABOUT THE GARDEN INCIDENT

Red Hood: FUCK YOU!

Batman: *storming off in a flurry of vengeful shadows*

Red Hood: YOU.

Nightwing: *wrenching the bazooka back from him* No explosives, little wing.

Red Hood: YOU DID THIS.

Nightwing: *darting in to give a quick hug and backing out before Jason can react* it’s for your own safety, little wing, you got hurt last time when you blew up that warehouse in Bulgaria. Nothing personal. Love ya! See ya! *grappling away*

Red Hood: ……..

Red Hood: *scream of utter rage*