#jason todd iamgine

[whirlybirbs]

MaN - Birbs, I swear if you come back and start putting out Jason content I'm going to r o i t because I was going to myself 'hmmm maybe I should get into DC again?' And you writing for The Man Todd would be my final push. I swear -

WIN-LOSE    ;    J . T .

pairing: jason todd x reader, est. relationship

warnings: first aid, swearing

a/n: heheheheheheheh birbs is back baby

With Jason, sometimes life feels like walking down the stairs in the dark.

You think you know what’s coming— but one little trip, unexpected and vertigo-inducing, sends you head over heels. Alllll over again. 

Tonight, the spin-the-wheel of “Reasons Why You Love No Other” comes at the cost of your white area rug in the living room and a number of towels (four towels, to be precise). And yet, despite the bullet lodged in Jason’s shoulder, he did manage to secure Thai food for take-out. 

Gunshot wound, take-out. 

A lose-win, if you will.

But, there’s still a win in there — technically speaking.

“Jesus, sweets, easy,” he hisses, knuckles going white as he grips the sofa and kicks his boot — immediately, you coo a chorus of apologies and grit your teeth. Thai food was sounding really good about now. Forget digging in his shoulder with a pair of tweezers, “Didj’ya get it?”

“No,” you mumble, a bit preoccupied, “No —”

“Babe, you’re touching my spine with those tweezers,” comes a strangled voice, face muffled into the sofa’s pillows, “Fuckin’ shit —”

“It’s deep,” you whisper, ignoring the way your legs are starting to go numb from the weight of the vigilante draped across your lap. His shoulder is digging into your ribs, and he is bleeding on you, but... 

That’s love, right?

“Hold on —”

“Oh, thank fuck, please —”

Tweezer meet 9mm. 9mm meet trash bin. 

The next part is easy — some antiseptic, some gauze to pack the wound, a big old strip of bandage around his shoulder, and voila. As good as new. Or, well, as good as not-as-dead-as-he-was-that-one-time. Better. 

Jason is slow to pull himself up, and you don’t bother holding back the smug little laugh you throw his way as you clean up the first aid kit. He’s a mess. Ink-black hair hanging in his face, 5 o’clock shadow looming on his jaw, and knock-off designer bags under his eyes. 

Rightfully so, it’s 2am. 

“What?” he asks, voice unbearable smooth — if you were better with metaphors, maybe you’d compare it aged whiskey or something like that. Whatever. It was his voice. Oh-so Jason. There’s a hint of amusement there as he maneuvers himself up from your lap. 

“Nothin’, just thinking about how great you look as a damsel in distress.”

“Are we calling bullets to the back ‘distress’ now?” his smirk is crooked, “That seems a bit off. Plus, this damsel brought you Thai food. As a thank you. Which, yes, I did put in the fridge before you unceremoniously tried to beat a wounded man with a baseball bat.”

You snort, preoccupied still with the kit. “Yea, Jay, we gotta figure out a cuter way for you to come into the apartment because this is Gotham. One of these days you will become victim to my home security system.”

Lacsidazically, you gesture to the bat propped up against the kitchen counter. 

“How about a key?”

“How about you just move in?” it comes out quicker than you can catch it, tossed into the air mid-lovesick vertigo tumble down that flight of stairs you mentioned before. 

Jason’s brow lifts.

“I mean, you’re here enough and,” you’re avoiding his eyes now, shoving the remnants of the first aid kit back into their red little box and moving to stuff it on top of the closest kitchen cabinet, “I don’t have a roommate. No one is trying to sublet, not this East of the East End —”

“You’re doing the thing.”

You clamp your mouth shut.

“The... the rambling thing,” Jason mutters as he narrows his eyes and stands, bending to grab his shirt from the couch with a well-guarded wince, “You’re nervous. What, you think I’d say no?”

Now, he’s standing in front of you. Looming, really, a whole six feet of muscle and scar tissue. But his face is soft. Those eyes, lined with dark lashes, hold a certain kind of glimmer you usually only see in quiet nights spent in affectionate company. 

A sputter. 

“I — I dunno, Jason? You’re a fuckin’... superhero. Anti-hero. Whatever you’ve been callin’ yourself recently.”

“Yeah,” he manages, swaggering forward as he cards a hand through his hair, huffing slightly like the idea of him rejecting that offer is asinine. You don’t expect the next words out of his mouth, but the slip out as easy as breathing, “And I love you, so —”

With Jason, sometimes life feels like walking down the stairs in the dark.

Now, you’re on your way down the second flight.

[reynahermione]

Acceptance (Damian Wayne x Reader)

Requested by @audioshoe , Thank you for requesting this and again I’m sorry for the late response. I didn’t get any notification that you had messaged me. 

Dating the youngest Wayne isn’t easy.

The media spends all its time creating fake rumors, people budding in our your relationship on social media, your friends trying to get with your man, your families budding in, it’s pretty irritating at times.

Neither of you really cared about what people said about your relationship. You both love each other so that’s all that matters. But it did tick at you that his family didn’t approve of your relationship. Your parents were doubtful at first, but after seeing how Damian had helped you break out of your shell a bit, they let the relationship continue. Damian’s family didn’t see it though. You had overheard them talking about you “lack of emotions” and thought that it was a bit concerning.

“Do you really have to go?”

You looked over at your phone as you packed your luggage.

“Yes Dami,” you huffed as you stuffed your clothes to make the luggage close, “I already told you that I don’t have a choice in the matter.”

Dad is the CEO of Y/LN Biomedical. This means that when he wants to expand his business, you have to make friends with his potential partners' kids and butter them and their parents up for your dad’s proposal.

“We’ve never been apart for this long.”

You zipped up your luggage and sat down on your bed. You picked up your phone and saw his handsome face, pouting.

“It was going to happen at some point Dami. You’re the son of Bruce Wayne, plus Robin. One of us was bound to go off somewhere for something for a few days.”

“I always assumed we would bring the other along.”

You couldn’t help but feel a sense of sadness from his words. It just felt right being around each other. Even now, it felt cold without him even though he was just here not even 3 hours ago.

“I know, I’ll call you every day though. Right before you go out for patrol and I’ll tell you just how bored I was and how I missed you.” Damian chuckled.

“You better, or I’ll bring you right back to Gotham and lock you away in my room!” You both laughed at his playful threat.

This is the Damian Wayne only you get to see. He’s so formal with the world, speaking and acting like he just stepped out of some Shakespearean play. But with you, he’s normal. You like this side of him.

“Hey, Dami!” You heard his older brother Dick call out.

It was an immediate change of emotions for both of you. It’s not that you don’t like his family, on the contrary, you really want them to like you. But Damian and you would rather keep everything about your relationship private. Even if that meant getting the cold reaction from others that you did.

Your dad suddenly poked his head into your bedroom and gave you a thumbs up.

“I have to go, bye.” You quickly hung up.

“Ready kiddo?”

“Yeah.”

You stood up and placed your luggage on the floor.

“Are you okay, kiddo? You look a little down.”

“I’m fine, I’m just tired.”

---Time Skip 3 days into the trip---

The trip has been hell. Ever since you stepped off the plane everything has been very dull and irritating. You didn’t have a choice but to put it aside for the few interactions you’ve had with the children. Apparently, dad heard wrong and they’re actually 6, 3, and newborn, so there’s not much speaking about business.

Dad allowed you to stay in the hotel today, seeing as you refused to get out of bed and he didn’t want to run late for his meeting. Nothing felt right. You really forgot about the concept of time zones, so on the first night while calling Damian, you finally noticed that being on the other side of the world meant that while you were about to fall asleep, he was already up and going on about his day and vice versa. It really put a hinder on your promise as both of you were either too tired or too busy to talk to each other. A possible factor to the irritating mood you were going through.

Your attention was suddenly taken off the crime show and put on your phone as it rang. You grabbed it and looked to see who was calling. It was a private number. What the heck? You answered the call and placed your phone by your ear.

“Hello?”

There was some shuffling and low volume talking on the other side of the call.

“Uh-hi! Is this Y/n?” That voice sounds so familiar but you couldn’t put your finger on it.

“Uh-yeah. Who’s this?”

“Sorry, this is Dick. I’m Damian’s older brother.” There we go!

“Oh, hey Dick. Can I help you?” Why is he calling? Did something happen to Damian?

“Yeah, did something happen between you and Damian? He’s been acting a little more differently these past few days.”

What? We’re fine. Why wouldn’t he have told me if he was hurt-wait?

Oh, Dami.

“No, nothing’s happened. I’ve just been on a business trip with my dad and it’s been a little hard to talk to each other with the time zone difference and all.” You explained. This seriously has to be the longest conversation you’ve held with his brothers.

“Oooooh!” Are you on speaker?

“Is Dami okay?” You sat up on the bed while grabbing your laptop.

“Physically, yes. Mentally, he seems to really be missing you.” Awe.

“Alright, I’m going back.” You quickly hung up on them and then dialed your dad’s number. He’d surely understand that this is a matter of high alarm.

“Hey, kiddo! What’s up?” He answered almost immediately.

“I’m going back home.” There was a slight pause before he answered back.

“You’re going to Damian?” You couldn’t help the blush that made it’s way back to your cheeks and the tips of your ears.

“Yes.”

“Your mother swore this was gonna happen,” he let out a chuckle, “alright, just call me when you get to the airport and land.”

“I will. Thanks, dad.”

Let's go see Damian!

---Time Skip to after the flight and at Wayne Manor steps---

The whole trip back home felt so fast compared to the flight there. But standing in front of the Wayne Manor front doors felt amazing. Dick opened the door and gave a smile.

“Hey! Thanks for coming.” He said opening the door wider.

“It’s fine. I missed Damian.”

The house was completely quiet. There’s usually some form of screaming going on. Usually, it’s Damian and one of his many siblings chasing each other around with a weapon. He really must be going through something if he’s not doing that.

“I’ve never seen him like this. He’s shut himself off from all of us.” He explained as we walked further into the house.

“He hasn’t said why?” He shook his head as we went up to the second floor.

“We’re just assuming it’s that he misses you.”

The rest of the trip to his bedroom was quiet. As we got closer to his bedroom, it felt like your pace was getting a bit faster with every step. Your nerves were on edge as you grabbed the handle of the door and opened the door. Damian was laying in his bed, facing the wall, but the sound of the door opening made him turn and look at the door.

“Y/n?”

“Hey, Dami.”

He struggled to get himself out from under his blanket as you walked over to his bed to help him out. It was a pretty funny sight as he got himself out and launched himself on to you, pulling you into a tight hug.

“What are you doing back so early?”

“I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” His voice was quiet, shaky.

You stayed wrapped in each other's arms for what seemed like an eternity while whispering sweet nothings to each other. It was comforting to hear after being apart for so long. Everything about him was comforting. From the way he rubbed some circles on your hips, to the way he dug his head into the crook of your neck, to his familiar scent of pine wood. It was all just so comforting.  

“This is sickening adorable.”

We turned and saw the entire Wayne clan watching us. Have they been there the whole time? That’s kinda creepy.

“I’m 19 years old Brown. I don’t partake in adorable actions.”

“Yeah, whatever you say, Damian.”

Bruce Wayne stepped out of the crowd and made his way over to us. He placed his hand on my shoulder and gave me a small friendly smile. 

“Excuse us for our intrusion. It seems like we were wrong about you Y/n. You truly do seem to care about my son. Our actions are unforgivable, but I speak for all of us when I say, welcome to the family Y/n and I hope we can move past this.” 

You couldn’t hold back on the smile that graced your face. They were finally accepting you. It’s all you ever wanted from them. 

“Thank you, Mr. Wayne.” 

[sheismental]

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Not Your Choice To Make -- Jason Todd x Reader, Platonic!Roy Harper x Reader

Here it is, the seventh part of my Jason Todd soulmate story. I’ll be honest, this thing got way more complicated than I had meant it to be. Needless to say, expect this story to be ongoing for a while.

Also, expect angst for the next little bit. Sorry loves!

Tagging: @lovingmytelevision, @posiey, @miraisnotavailable, @epickimmie, @soepicsokim, @themortallife, @pbandj14, @sarcasmismyfirstlove

WARNING! Angst train is now in motion. Please keep your hands and feet inside the vehicle at all times. Tissues are not provided.

Part One  Part Two  Part Three  Part Four  Part Five  Part Six

Word Count: 1074

Life is full of moments. Some happy, some sad. Some remembered fondly at family gatherings. Others you desperately want to pretend never happened. Then there are the moments that replay themselves repeatedly, forever tormenting a person with all the possibilities and outcomes that could have happened instead of what has already occurred.

This was one of those moments.

Jason stared blankly at the ground under his boot clad feet.

Everything had happened in a matter of hours, but to the vigilante those hours had felt like centuries. Bruce had arrived and quickly took charge of the situation. What happened after that was a bit of a blur to Jason. He had been so focused on your pale face that he almost didn’t notice the note laying on your coffee table. None of the other heroes had taken notice of it yet either, which allowed the tall man to discretely pick it up and slip it into his pocket to read over once he was by himself.

That opportunity had presented itself not too long ago. The words written in oddly familiar handwriting made the hardened hero shiver.

You weren’t there for her.

Whoever had written those words knew who Jason was and what (Y/N) meant to him. This hadn’t been a random breaking-and-entering gone horribly wrong. Even in his panicked state, the former Boy Wonder could pick out little details that would indicated that. None of your valuables had been taken, no electronic devices taken to be pawned off later. No, this was meant to hurt Jason by attacking the one person he loved and cherished above all others. This was meant to show him how weak he really was.

This was meant to shatter Jason.

And it was working.

“Jay,” Roy’s voice cut through the dark-haired man’s thoughts. “What the hell happened? How did the assailant get in? (Y/N) is smarter than to leave anything unlocked so that someone could get in.”

A low chuckle erupted from Jason’s throat. “This is Gotham, you really think a locked door or window would stop someone here?”

“Have they said anything?”

The addressed man shook his head. Roy growled in frustration before sitting himself heavily into the empty chair next to his hurting friend. The two men sat in silence as everyone else in the waiting room bustled around them. It amazed Jason how people could be so oblivious to the situations going on around them. They weren’t directly involved with everything that went on around them, he supposed. These people were perfectly content to go about with their lives without a care or thought to the horrible things that went on in the world around them.

In a way, Jason envied them.

“Hey, you know this isn’t your fault.”

“But it is Roy!” The dark-haired male all but yelled at his friend. “If I hadn’t left her to go on patrol…if I had just walked her up to her place…if I hadn’t been her soulmate…”

Roy shook his head furiously. “No, don’t even think that. This is the happiest I’ve ever seen you or (Y/N) in all the years I’ve known you two. You were made for each other. I know (Y/N) wouldn’t want you to say things like that.”

Before Jason could respond, a surgeon stepped out and looked around the room as she spoke, “(Y/N) (L/N)?”

Both Roy and Jason were on their feet in a matter of seconds. The woman gave them a warm smile as she explained your condition. According to her, you had lost a lot of blood and suffered severe trauma to your abdomen from the bullet wound, but that you had made it through the surgery. Relief flooded through every fiber of Jason’s tense body. Then, he remembered the words written on the note in his pocket.

You weren’t there for her.

Instantly, his relief changed to dread. It pooled in Jason’s stomach as he watched Roy ask the surgeon question after question on your current condition and location. After reassurance that you were perfectly safe and in recovery, the surgeon walked back the way she had came and left the two vigilantes alone with their thoughts.

“Thank god she’s alright.” Roy breathed out heavily. He dragged a tired hand down his face. He glanced at his companion. “Doc said they’d moved her to a private room. Do you want to go see her?”

He wanted to. God, did Jason want to see you. To reassure himself that you were still alive and breathing. To reassure himself that you would wake up and scold him for even thinking that you would leave him. Jason wanted to take you into his arms and place soft kisses all over your face and whisper calming words into your ear, promising to never let anything happen to you ever again.

Jason wanted to do that so badly, but he knew he couldn’t.

It was because of your relationship with him that you were even hurt in the first place.

“No, I’m not going to see her.”

“Look Jason, I know you’re freaked out, but (Y/N) doesn’t care about the risks. She wants to be with you. She accepted all of that when she decided to pursue a relationship with you. (Y/N) loves you.”

“And I loved her, more than anything. I know she accepted the risks, but she shouldn’t have had to. (Y/N) deserves a normal life filled with happiness and the best life can offer her, not a life filled with dangers and threats looming over her and us for the rest of our lives.”

“That’s just the nerves talking. You just need some time to think and-!”

“No, I don’t Roy!” Jason cut the redhead off angrily. “I’ve faced situations just s bad as this one before. I know how to cope and deal with shock and nerves. I’m thinking perfectly clear. This is what I have to do.”

Roy gave him a fierce scowl. “Don’t do this. It will kill (Y/N)! She needs you now more than ever.”

“This is not your choice to make. I’m doing this for (Y/N).” A lump had begun to form in Jason’s throat. He swallowed thickly around it. “She’s a strong woman, she’ll move on.”

“You’ll regret doing this Jay.”

Said man chose not to reply. He shook his head slowly at his friend then turned and walked away.

With every step he took, Jason’s heart broke a bit more.