#im not apologizing for any of this i do not care

[crazydeershark]

Broken souls

Part 1.

Jason Todd x Civilian!Fem reader

Both Jason and reader are 15 to 16 here.

Summary: How you met Jason, your life before his death. Your bond and connection.

Warnings: blood.

A/n: Hi, I’ve never wrote ff before so please ignore any possible mistakes, remember its just fiction and enjoy!

It was a usual school night. You had a ton of homework, laying on your bed, text books spread around you. Your little bed lamp emanating a soft warm glow.

Yes, it was past your “bed time”, as if that mattered. Thankfully, your parents were gone on a date. You weren’t a child anymore. Who cared if you were gonna get that stupid F? You were far too tired to study more.

Until- *bang*. A loud, violent crash echoed trough your window.

Shit shit shit.

Yes, Gotham was a dangerous city, with at least 10 break ins, deaths or crimes being on the news every night. Was it some sort of robber? Killer? Rapist?

Silence. Deadly silence.

You quickly tip toed out of your room, opening your kitchen drawer, grabbing the biggest knife you could find. Phone in hand, already dialling 911. Sweaty hands shaking. You get left alone for one night and this is what happens?!

You were pretty sure you heard your window slide up. No. Maybe it was just a bird or something that crashed against your window. You were not delusional. Right? You were on the 4th flour after all.

Murders can climb.

You were panicking.

Suddenly, you heard a creak. Your door. Opening.

“Stay back! Im calling the police!” You yelled, voice trembling in fear. Was this genuinely it? Were you gonna die? Just like that?

“It’s okay! Im not gonna do you any harm!” You heard a boy-ish voice. He did sound pretty young.

“What do you want?!”

“Will you stop screaming?!”

“You’re screaming too!”

Silence, again. What the heck was going on?

“Okay, I’m going to open the door now. Don’t freak out or whatever.”

You held you knife in front of the door regardless.

Until you saw him. Red suit. Green shorts. The yellow “R” on his chest. Domino mask covering his eyes. Robin!

“Oh my god! Robin?!”

“And you’re back to yelling. Look, I-“

“Sorry.” You quickly apologized. “ I know you! I saw you on the news! You work with Batman!” You didn’t care if you were yelling. You couldnt keep your excitement in.

“You solved that case! With Two-Face! I heard he’s in Arkham Asylum now..”, you wouldn’t stop talking. “…you’re bleeding!” You pointed to his arm and thigh. Severe injures, blood dripping to your floor.

“Yeah, been trying to tell you ‘bout that.”

He explained how some guys were chasing him, his arm and leg got injured so he had to hide somewhere. Something about how he was trying to land on the roof and crashed into your apartment. Accidentally, of course.

After that, you slowly got used to his regular visits. At first, he came to thank you for helping him with his wounds, bringing you chocolates. You found that sweet.

Then he just kept coming, making excuses about how “he was tired,” or “he couldn’t find Batman”. It was hilarious.

You knew the truth, but you didn’t mind his visits after all. He was sweet, caring, and extremely funny. You liked that about him.

He was handsome too. Wavy, brunette locks falling over his forehead. His taller figure towering over you, and a smile he could barely hold in when he was around you.

You admired his skills, even if you found his suit “funny-looking”. (That actually offended him.)

You got close over time. He really liked you. Your smile, your jokes. You were perfect in his eyes. It was more than just a teenage crush to him. No one had ever listened to him or treated him like you did.

He took you up on rooftops, helped you sneak out. You saw how damaged yet beautiful Gotham was at night. Crime-ridden and corrupt, yet stunning.

His visits kept on going for a year and a half. Batman did find out, eventually. But he didn’t get the chance to speak with Robin.

One night, he showed up with flowers. Beautiful pink lilies. You loved them, but there was something else he had to tell you.

“Listen, I like you.” You listened closely, noticing the way his ears turned pink. “Im going on a mission, with Batman.”

“And… I really want to tell you who I am, sorry- I’m not the best at this-“

He was quickly silenced by a peck on the lips. You liked him too. You loved him.

His cheeks turned fully red that time.

You had to stay humble, because you were a tomato yourself.

Jason. His name was Jason. It suited him, you couldn’t explain it, but it did. He couldn’t wait to tell you, it was typical Robin.

He told you the mission would take two weeks, you listened patiently. He was going to come see you, reveal his identity. He promissed.

And you waited.

And waited.

And waited.

Two weeks passed. Slowly, but they passed.

Then three weeks,

A month,

Two months,

Robin was nowhere to be seen, or found. Batman returned with no sight of him.

You were left confused, and most of all broken. Did he return and not tell you? Where was he? Was this all some sort of sick joke?

No. It couldn’t be. He was Robin, your friend, your Robin.

The worst part of it, you had no one to talk to.

No one, at all. Your parents would have thought you wanted attention. Your friends would’ve said you were making it all up.

No one would have ever believed you.

And that hurt. It was the type of hurt you had never experienced, like someone took a sharp blade and sliced your heard in pieces.

You never got over it. You never stopped searching.

Weeks had turned into months. Months had turned into years.

All you could do was..move on, and wonder if any of it was ever real. Or if you were just imagining it.

A/n: alrrr what do y’all think?? I hope this is good enough. Also if you noticed grammar mistakes please point them out! English isn’t my first language!

[antinousletmehit]

im screaming after your odyssey!telemachus and epic!telemachus drabble could we pretty please get relationship hcs for odyssey!telemachus 😭

—-Getting Into a Relationship with Him

🐺—Telemachus is not the type to fall in love easily. He’s too prideful, too stubborn, and too convinced that emotions make a man weak. If he likes you, he’ll be in denial for a long time. He’d start off as annoyingly dismissive of his own feelings, scowling when you’re around, scoffing at any sign of affection, and acting like he’s above whatever nonsense he’s feeling.

🐺—When he finally does realize he’s into you, he won’t confess like a normal person. Instead, he’ll just claim you, standing a little too close, scaring off potential “competition”, and treating you like you’re already his before you even agree to it.

🐺—-He gets jealous so fast. Some poor soul so much as looks at you the wrong way, and suddenly Telemachus is cracking his knuckles like he’s about to start a war. 🐺—-The first time he actually expresses his feelings, it’s probably after a fight. He’s frustrated, you’re frustrated, and before you know it, he’s grabbing you by the wrist, gritting out, “Do you think I’d let anyone else have you? Do you think I’d let you go?”

🐺—- Congratulations! You’re now in a relationship with the most arrogant, stubborn, and unbearably possessive prince of Ithaca.

—Being in a Relationship with Him

🐺— Telemachus is very protective, to an almost overbearing degree. He has to know where you are at all times, not because he doesn’t trust you, but because he doesn’t trust anyone else. He’s also smothering in his own way. He won’t outright say “I love you,” but he’ll do things like draping his cloak over your shoulders, walking you to your chambers, or standing between you and any potential threats.

🐺—- He’s picky about who you spend time with. Antinous? Hell no. That slimy bastard would hit on you in a second. Other suitors? Dead before they can blink. His mother? Fine. But only because she doesn’t see you like that.

🐺— He gets so smug when you show him affection. Kiss his cheek? He smirks. Hold his hand? He smirks. Tell him you love him? He’s insufferable for days.

🐺—- But when it’s just the two of you, when no one else is watching, he softens, just a little. He’ll rest his forehead against yours

🐺—- He acts like he’s the dominant one in the relationship, but if you really wanted to, you could get him to do anything. Bat your lashes, give him a sweet look, and suddenly this tough, arrogant prince is grumbling but doing exactly what you asked him to.

—-Arguments with Him

🐺—-Oh, you will argue. A lot.

🐺— He has an attitude, and he’s not afraid to use it. He’ll get all defensive, arms crossed, voice sharp, and gods forbid you try to walk away, he’ll grab your wrist and make you finish the conversation.

🐺— If it’s a serious fight, he’ll get broody and sulk for hours, arms crossed, jaw tight, completely refusing to admit he was wrong. But if you’re genuinely upset, if you turn away from him or try to leave for real, his pride shatters. He grabs you, pulls you against him, and grits out an apology like it physically pains him to say it.

🐺— “Fine. I’m sorry…just please don’t leave” (He will never say that in front of anyone else.)

—-Physical Affection

🐺— He acts like he doesn’t care about it in public, but the second you two are alone, he demands your attention.

🐺—- “Come here,” he’ll say, opening his arms expectantly. If you don’t immediately comply, he’ll just pull you into his lap himself.

🐺—- If he’s feeling particularly possessive, he’ll wrap an arm around your waist in front of everyone, just to make sure they know you’re his. He lives for back scratches and hair playing, but he’ll never admit it. Run your fingers through his hair while he’s resting, and suddenly he’s all soft and pliant, blinking up at you like a cat in the sun.

🐺— He kisses with purpose. He doesn’t do light pecks, no, he kisses like he’s claiming you, like he wants to leave an impression, like he’s making damn sure you never forget who you belong to.

🐺— If you ever tease him by pulling away too soon, he will chase after your lips, muttering a “Don’t start something you can’t finish, woman.”

Bonus: If Someone Else Likes You

🐺—- Bad news for them.

🐺— Telemachus doesn’t share. He doesn’t tolerate rivals. If someone flirts with you, he’ll either shut it down immediately or (if he’s feeling particularly violent) break their nose.

🐺—“What? He looked at you wrong.”

🐺—-If he catches you smiling at another man, even innocently, he’ll get pissy. He won’t start a fight right away, but later that night, he’ll pin you against the nearest surface and growl, “Do I need to remind you who you’re gonna be married to?”

🐺— If anyone actually confesses to you in front of him, gods help them. Telemachus will drag you away, glaring over his shoulder like he’s seconds away from starting a war.

@sunshinewhosketches since you asked for a similar thing.

[p5-apotelesma]

thinking about how ryuji isnt really even like. always Conscious of how self destructive he can be at times?? nevermind how hes always like How can I protect everyone (often at the expense of himself) but like. when he told his former team mates to hit him if that would make them feel better?? likE HE JUST LET THEM BEAT HIM UP??????? CHILD?????

also atlus what The Fuck are you doing what is this writing why is ren just sTANDING AROUND. THE KID WHO GOT ARRESTED CAUSE HE STUCK HIS NOSE INTO A MATTER WHEN A STRANGER NEEDED HELP. WHY IS HE LETTING RYUJI TAKE ALL THESE LS. REN WOULD NEVER

ryuji: tells his angry ex-friends that they can hit him ren: NO?? NOT ALLOWED??

ren would sooner get in the way and risk getting expelled and ruining his future than let them hurt ryuji for something that was never his fault to begin with.

its like ryuji thinks. he can just be a human stress ball, if he makes someone he cares about angry. he isnt always good with words or apologizing so usually he just lets people kick the shit out of him if he thinks he had it coming. like. i have no doubt this kid had worthlessness beaten into him by his dad. emotionally and physically. (nevermind kamoshida) and i KNOW that a kid like ryuji would have tried to take the target off his mom if he could help it.

if hes going to get beat anyway, he might as well have some say over how and when it happens. trying to grasp at ANY control in his life. BUT JUST BECAUSE YOU THINK YOURE IN CONTROL CAUSE YOURE INVITING IT TO HAPPEN DOESNT MEAN THATS THE CASE...

but. god. due to everything hes been through. something in ryuji thinks he deserves more punishment than others for the same transgressions. hed take all the hits cause hey. hes…. good at taking hits.

dont talk to me im AUUUUHWHWAHGGG

[cheriecoke]

i do not anticipate being on here much in november but just know i miss you all and i love you 🤍

[jrueships]

guess whos not going in at all this week, actually

[llycaons]

me and a beloved mewtual going LITERALLY and EXACTLYY to each other as we reaffirm a core part of the story being wwx's overall journey in his social dynamics to stability and security as he goes, not without tragedy and loss, but from a contentious and unsupportive main relationship in a hostile social setting that degenerates quickly into dysfunction and instability and violence to end up with a supportive and healthy and happy life partnership with someone whose main life goals involve taking care of him

[professionaljester]

[coastxlwaters]

Wow

Shitty day

[alxor-of-hellsite]

THINGS!

2025 is going to be the most jam packed stressful year of my life & i know that for sure because a lot is already planned. So i WILL be an absolute mental wreck (this is apologies in advance) & i will literally be clinging onto support most likely the whole year so tumblr will either be me spamming constantly or me not here for weeks or months at a time & barely posting? i’m so unpredictable. Anyways my entire life is guaranteed to change & the best case scenario will still ruin a lot of shit for me so if i get really depressed THERE IS REASON!!!! & i’ve already made several promises so the world is stuck with me if i can help it. so uuhhhhhhhhh YEAH. ANYWAYS IM SCARED FUCKING SHITLESS LIKE ZERO SHIT SCARED OUT KF MY FUCKING MIND SO YEAH. THE MENTAL STATE WONT BE THE BEST. LOVE YOU GUYS!!! IF MY ACTIVITY IS SPOTTY IM NOT DEAD WE’RE PROBABLY JUST DISSOCIATED AS SHIT!

Anyways. TLDR i’m going to be super fucking stressed out & out of pocket for the next year because of shit.

Any friends of ours read tags pretty please <3

[fadewalking]

Ok I have beef with Harding now, too.

[meme-loving-stuck]

"Doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results is the definition of-"

Actually, that kinda just sounds like existing and trying to communicate to other people.

Sometimes you have to ask someone multiple times to try to break their bad habit that also hurts you. Or, your family might be the kind to constantly harp on you over something that actually seriously eroded your self-image over time, and it will take more than one emotional breakdown for them to understand it's serious and they need to stop. Maybe your best friend looks at their phone more than they look at you whenever you hang out, and it's not a big deal to them until the third or fourth or tenth time you point it out to them.

And yeah, if you're in a seriously unhealthy relationship or you are unfortunate enough to be surrounded by people who dont care about your needs, you might HAVE to repeat yourself a lot. You might have to initiate that hard conversation about boundaries bi-monthly if your partner doesn't think it's a big deal. You might have to do it every week (again, this is not healthy)

So, yeah! If you are constantly having to repeat yourself, always the one to have to ask twice or three times, and you literally have to beg for your needs to be met, it CAN kinda feel like you're going insane!

But that's just how other people are sometimes. People are selfish. People forget about important things. Maybe, in the end, if you stay consistent, they'll listen.

[werewolf-apologist]

maybe i am being a huge bitch and terrible and unfair ????? perhaps that’s the problem ???? and that is likely. however the council (my two best friends and my mom) have concurred that i should actually be angrier and meaner so i think im doing my best atm

[urlocallesbiab]

sorry to everyone who's been missing me/waiting for something from me, i've been slipping in and out of depressive fog for a week or two (and in general have experienced significantly worse depression than normal for a couple years, but that’s another story)

i long to get back, too; a lot of things to read and ideas to write and people to talk to. love y'all, take care

[muttsona]

i am the poisoned blood running through my tired veins

[wingdingle]

ok i figured it out finally. the secret to becoming friends with somebody is to keep doing smalltalk and asking how peoples days are and listen to them and share your own experiences and be genuinely curious about theirs, until you find people who also want to be friends with you enough to talk to you outside of the setting you regularly meet in, and then just initiate communication on a regular basis (at least 5 times a week or some shit idk.) also assess their comfort zone before talking about like social taboos . like ask them if they are ok hearing smth youre unsure about before you say it. also you dont necessarily succeed every time but dont get discouraged theres always more ppl and more room to grow =]

sidenote: try to make sure that when you make conversation it isnt exclusively about things you feel negatively about and keep an open mind about peoples interests, even if you dont necessarily agree with them - some people dont know some tjings are offensive bc theyre just too busy living their lives to stay on top of everything, but you can always explain that thought about it being offensive, just dont shut them down right away... imagine how youd feel if someone shut you down when you were talking about something you liked

[okidenshi]

Sometimes i thinks bout how my gen x parents took doctors telling them that that the anti-depressants worked by heling 'balance chemicals' in my brain so that it helped me be more happy or whatever as like... these meds will ALTER MY ENTIRE PERSONALITY AND THEY DAUGHTER THEY LOVE MAY BE GOOONEEEE OOOO~~~"

Not that they're horribly anti-med really, but as a young teen they would always be like "but... what if the meds are changing you :((" like. girl. isn't that the goal here almost-