#redhood x male reader

[prismuffin]

Some context: So part of being a part of the batfam comes with hiding emotions or masking reactions and feelings. (Cause like, you don't want someone like Joker to know you're scared or anxious).

what if the bat boys (Dick, Jason, and Tim) got hit with a spell or power on a mission that gave them animal ears and a tail. (You can decide the animals, no matter what a animals ears and tail are the biggest things that you look at to tell how the animal is feeling. Because of their movement not being a forced one, but happens naturally like breathing).

So, how would the batboys (separately) react to notice that their tails and ears aggressively give away that they have romantic feelings towards Male Reader?

Ex: Dick having German shepherd ears and tail, and every time Dick sees Reader. His tail is wagging and his ears are perked.

I feel like this would be so much chaos for them, to suddenly have something attached to them that gives away what their feeling. Cause they haven't trained to mask it yet.

Alright lemme know how I did with this kay? I think that-

Jason would have come home from a mission after being hit with a spell that gave him fox attributes. While Bruce asked Zatanna about a counter-spell Jason was stuck with the short end of the stick. It really only changed his physical form so it shouldn't be too damaging. When it comes to you I think Jason would be the type to try and ignore the fact that his feelings are so on display. When he hears your voice his ears perk up suddenly and his wagging tail swishes through the air, but he's gonna keep that same stoic look on his face. His arms are crossed and his eyebrows are furrowed and it just completely contradicts the way his tail is wagging so fast. If you comment on it he'll immediately shut you down by asking what the hell you're talking about. You tease him about it and it definitely annoys him that this is the way you recognize his feelings for you. Dick did not expect to be coming home from his previous mission with dog ears and tail but hey, life just be like that sometimes. He doesn't know what he expected to come from this spell but it definitely wasn't this. It was sort of difficult when you'd walked into the room and he'd gotten visibly excited even though he was trying to play it cool with a smirk on his face, his dumb ass tail wouldn't stop wagging. When you comment on it he gets super embarrassed especially when you hit him with the "happy to see me?" Yup he's done, he's hiding from you until Bruce can find some sort of counter-spell or something because he can't stand the thought of rejection from you. You find it cute though. Tim would seem pretty unfazed but deep down he's so embarrassed about the whole thing. He gets hit with one little spell and suddenly he has a cat's tail and even the ears to match. At least he's not meowing though. The whole thing becomes even more embarrassing when you show up and suddenly his tail won't stop swishing, though it's more from the nerves than anything. He's blushing a lot and when you comment on it and just sort of brushes it off but the whole thing really clicks for you after this entire event. He was always sort of stuttery around you but with the way his tail seemed to impulsively react to your presence pretty much confirmed your suspicions.

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Directory

[ynbabe]

Male! Reader x Batfam- P.t 1

Just silly lil incorrect quotes based on a WIP

Y/N after being forced to babysit the Wayne's, to Dick: You're my husband.

Dick, smirking at the others: Yeah I am.

Y/N, to Damian: You're my child.

Damian, begrudgingly: Yes.

Y/N, to Jason: You're my bitch.

Jason: Yeah I am- wait, what?

Y/N, to Steph, Cass and Duke: My besties.

The trio: Naturally.

Y/N, to Tim: HA, GAY!

Tim 'totally doesn't have a crush' Drake: Fuck you.

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Dick, thought he was the babysitter: What’s the point of all of this?

Bruce: I need to go off-planet and also revenge for the Batmobile.

Jason, who stole it for a joyride: The best revenge is FORGIVENESS.

Tim, pointing to Y/n sipping a margarita at 7 in the morning with sparkly pink sunglasses: Well, there’s no chance of that.

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Dick with Y/n at a PTM with all his other siblings: That kid shouldn't be allowed to treat Tim that way.

Y/n: Are you thinking what I’m thinking?

Dick: Yeah, let’s give him a piece of our minds--

Y/n: Let’s stab him!!!!!

Dick:

Y/n: Damian, get a knife real quick.

Dick: NO-

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Bruce, at his old age of 52: You're a lying piece of shit!

Y/n, 29 but technically 2000 years old: Oh yeah? You're the idiot that thinks you can get away with everything you do, WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD!

Y/n: I'm leaving and I'm taking Dick with me!

Y/N: AND THE KIDS

Alfred, used to Bruce and his Immortal friends bs, gathering cards: And that's quite enough Monopoly for today.

Dick, being tugged by both Bruce and Y/n: I DON'T EVEN LIVE HERE! ALFIE, HELP!

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Y/n, getting the tour to babysit: Man, they look like a real handful. How do you deal with them?

Bruce, watching Dick screaming, Damian trying to set a sleeping Jason on fire, and Steph choking on air: I don't know either.

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Y/n: The floor is lava!

Dick: *helps Y/N onto the counter*

Jason and Damian: *pushing each other off the sofa*

Tim: *lays on the floor*

Y/n: ...Are you okay?

Tim: No.

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Goon 1, talking about Redhood: I heard he's horrible.

Goon 2: Yeah, dude probably has an iceberg for a heart.

*Meanwhile, in the Cave*

Y/N: Hold still!

Jason: I had an itch!

Y/N, putting stickers on Jason's mask: I don't care, you're going to mess me up.

Jason: *Rolls his eyes but lets Y/N continue while he's smiling behind his mask.*

Y/N, margarita in hand: *Puts a gold star on Jason's redhood helmet* there. Perfect, just like you.

Jason, tearing up: Thank you.

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Y/n: BE A BETTER PERSON!

Dick: WHY?!

Y/n: BECAUSE SOMEONE NEEDS TO HAVE MORALS IN THIS RELATIONSHIP, AND IT SURE AS FUCK AIN'T GONNA BE ME, SWEETHEART!

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*Dick and Y/n on a mission*

Dick, snickering to himself: Y/n needs help. Guess I have to get to the top myself

Y/n, without thinking: You’re incapable of topping anything you’re a fucking bottom

Dick: *immediately trips over nothing*

Tim, on comms support: … guys?

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Steph: I love this new strawberry-flavoured shampoo I got!

Y/n: Flavored?

Steph: Scented! I mean scented.

Steph: But yeah, it tastes like strawberries too!

Y/n, calling poison control: No you did not! STEPH!

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[Jason, Tim, Steph, Cass, Duke and Damian doing something dangerous]

Y/n [judging while drinking a margarita] Look at those morons. Where are their parents?

Y/n: ...

Y/n: Oh shit! I'm their parent!

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Tim, about his crush on Kon: I need life advice

Y/n, sipping a Margarita and eating cookie dough: You came to the right person

[melloollem]

"I thought I'd be the last person you'd ever let him hurt."|| Jason Todd × No reader gender

Summary:Jason's death meant nothing, your death meant nothing. He had lost so much and for no reason.

Warnings:Anguish, This is a lamentation.

(DC masterlist)

Perhaps some part of Jason's still childish mind believed in the possibility of you still being alive, even after that.

When Jason's eyes closed as he was about to meet his end, your hysterical figure still staring at him, when he came back to life and discovered that your body was never found in the wreckage of that warehouse, it was as if a flame of hope was still in him, a reason to try.

Now he felt sick. You didn't die that night, when the Joker ran off leaving Jason to die, he dragged you with him. No matter how much resistance and fear you showed, in that warehouse there was only you, the Joker and Jason's lifeless body.

You survived months after Jason's death, living in the same hideout as the Joker hid from Batman. He didn't want to kill you, Joker didn't want anything to do with you, you were just the bait he used to attract Robin, now he was just bored with your presence. He tried to plan something to involve you, but nothing seemed so great after Robin's death, nothing could affect Batman so much.

He didn't perform a great deed or a great torture, he just shot you, just as he had done to thousands of other people. That meant nothing to him. Maybe you would have survived if Batman had found you first, but he didn't.

Now Jason had to live with it, knowing that you had died for this foolish reason and unlike him you didn't have a big raise, there was no reason for them to revive you with the Lazarus Pit. To them your life was as insignificant as your death.

He often wondered if that was all you had been to Batman. If Jason was your greatest failure, what were you? One more person the Joker killed? Just that? As if there had never been a life there? As if you weren't a person? A person that Jason loved? Jason thought he'd be the last person Batman would let the Joker kill, but no, then there was you and thousands of others.

He couldn't deal with it, he couldn't accept it. His death had no impact, his death didn't stop you from dying, even after that the Joker walked free, even after that he killed you, even after that he was still alive. As if Jason's death meant nothing, as if your life meant nothing. He had lost so much and for no reason. Not for a great purpose, not for a new beginning, you meant nothing and they had to pay for it.

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This was inspired by a heardcannon from @brucewaynehater101 , not much to do with what was said, but I thought it was important to highlight the inspiration.

[rainnyydaysworld]

Reader: What are you in the mood for?

Jason: World domination.

Reader: That's a bit ambitious.

Jason: You are my world.

Reader: Aww...

Jason:

Reader:

Jason:

Reader: OH.

[frankieburieshisdead]

𝕽𝖊𝖉𝖍𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝖝 𝕸𝖆𝖑𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

cw: NSFW, praise kink, minors DNI

You sighed, gripping the back of your head with one hand and Jason's chest with the other. Tonight was slow. He had stumbled into your apartment, half dead wearing the case he had been working on for almost a month now. You had convinced him to pull Dick in, who subsequently pulled Tim in, who pulled Steph in, so on and so forth. The case was wrapped up a couple days later. This one exhausted him more than any other you'd seen. A string of children pulled out of the narrows to run heroin across to star city. As soon as you got the details of the case you knew you would loose him to it. At least for a while. Now he's back, and under you, inside you, and you plan to keep him that way for as long as he'll let you.

It's never like this with Jason. He has this frenetic energy when the two of you are together. This raw thing that men generate from years of repression, years of stuffing men's health magazines under their mattresses and looking the other way in locker rooms. It's being pressed against bathroom walls, bent over desks and fooling around under them. It's rough, fast, good.

This was not that. You had stripped Jason slowly. Pulling his jeans down to nuzzle at his underwear. Brought him to a hard standing with light kisses up and down his torso. The two of you were tucked in the padded reading nook in the lounge, propped up by Jason's leg and you weren't so much riding as rocking gently. You were practically cradled in his pelvis, panting as you let him grind into you.

You didn't even mean to say it, you just felt so good, it was falling out of your mouth before you could catch it:

"God you're good, such a good boy."

Your hands were cradling his face now, so you got a perfect view when his eye's rolled back into his head and bucked into you, whimpering like a puppy.

Oh. Oh.

"Good. So good. You're perfect Jason. You're my good boy aren't you?"

Jason was unraveling under you. His hands were clutching at your waist, gripping and letting go, digging and massaging into the dip of your waist. His face was scrunched up, mouth gasping like he was trying to cut off the moans with his throat. He was close. You could feel him throbbing inside of you. Pulsing. You levered yourself against his chest, bouncing properly for the first time since the two of you started. He practically screamed, muzzling himself against his shoulder like he was covering a sob.

"Oh Jay it's okay. I'm here baby and you're good. You're good Jay."

He shook apart. Shoulders and waist convulsing. Tears streamed down his face, dipping into his open mouth and down into the dip of his collar bone. He was beautiful. You felt warm spurts go off inside you, and you tipped your head back as the pressure brought you over the edge as well.

You collapsed against him, keeping your nose tucked against his, breathing him in. His arms slowly wrapped around you, compressing your bodies together and letting him bulk swallow you.

"Can I... um, can I stay inside you." He sounded embarrassed to ask, like it was a naughtier than what you'd just done.

"Mmyeah Jay." You adjusted him under you so could cradle his head against your neck. "Tired?"

It was partly rhetorical. You could feel him nodding off against your shoulder, head tipping back so you could get a peak at that cute white streak. You fell asleep with him inside you, burying himself as deep as he would go and squeezing you like he thought you'd disappear in his sleep. He really was perfect.

END

[greeniegreengreen]

No because this hit me randomly while trying to complete my assignments and I wanna get out as much as I can before it disappears into the "I really should've written that down void"

Jason Todd x Reader

Duke Thomas x Reader

TO THE PEOPLE WHO DID PUT IN ASKS, THEY'LL BE DONE AND POSTED AS SOON AS I SUBMIT(hopefully tomorrow, Sunday, midday latest) Y'all put in some good shit for me to write and I actually wanna get it out proper instead of just drabbling it out in a rush - unless that's what you want

ANYWAYS BACK TO MY THOTS - well more like the one’s reader gone be looking into >:]

SUGGESTIVE = +18, MDNI

Word Count: IDK,,,just words enough to try and clear this out my system

Didn't have a set gender in mind so it can be Female/Male/Gender Neutral,,however you choose to perceive it.

For as long as you can remember, you have always been able to read people’s thoughts and feelings. Heck if you focused with little effort on a person you’d be able to see into their minds and get an exact picture of what was in there.

That little what you called a cheat is what helped you become one of the best Interior Designers in Gotham. You were able to get exactly what a client wanted and they absolutely loved you for that, not knowing any better of course.

Of course with such rising popularity the Wayne Family had to have to redesign a few spaces for them, be it at the Manor, Tower or any holiday homes that they felt needed a change.

With your budding romance towards a specific family member comes very specific thoughts and crafted images every time you seem to be alone together.

JASON

Why would you be seeing the kitchen? As you kept focused on what seemed to be a memory from when Bruce had hired you to work on the kitchen with Alfred taking the lead on the project as it was his space more than anyone else's. It seemed he remembered the exact outfit you had on that day too. A simple beige tee tucked in baggy pale blue jeans and grey converses to finish the look. Put together but not too stuffy. You stood right by the island with a pencil between your teeth and a large sheet of paper laid out in front of you. You had been looing at the most recent layout of the kitchen to give you an idea of how to play around with how everything was set. Alfred from the looks of things wanted it to be more effective but gain a more polished look.

Jason's obsession with literature was no secret to anybody who lived in the Manor so it was no surprise when he had called you in to take a look at the ever aging library. After seeing how you had set the kitchen per Alfred's request he was eager to have you work on it.

You had come in on day one wearing your beige blouse jumpsuit to discuss and get a general idea of what he wanted to get done. The mention of trying to fit more books in didn't sound as impossible as he had hoped. It was just a matter of using the pre-exisiting infrastructure to your advantage while adding new bits and bobs to reach the idea he had in mind.

On day two you had brought in your iPad and pencil to scribble some potential sketches that you were sure Jason would love from what you looked into the day before. With him now browsing at the layout options, you were sat across from him on a what had to be a Baltimora Bespoke Rococo sofa in a pale yellow eyeing his every move. He was very good looking, the white streak in his black hair brought out the evergreen in his eyes that shone a dark blue when the light hit them right. Build quite big and towering compared to you, it was a little daunting yet alluring when he looked down on you with a slight tilt of his head however sitting down even though he did still surpass you in height you would be able to maintain eye contact without feeling a type of way. He seemed to be taking his time with his choice so a little peak into his mind wouldn't be a bother.

The kitchen?

With your mind somewhere else you had not noticed him coming into the kitchen until he had made his way behind you to get to the fridge, leaving out a barely audible excuse me.

His failed attempt at pardoning himself had caused you to turn right as he tried to get past you. A trip in your feet at both shock of someone else being in the kitchen and bumping into them almost caused you to fall.

Jason had caught you right by your waist, grip tight and pulling you close to try and keep you both steady. You hands crunching up into the front of his shirt as this was the first thing you had grabbed. He at that moment was trying to calm his breathe as he was sure with how close your hands were to his chest that you could feel his increasing heartbeat. He'd seen you before on magazines and interviews, a few times around the Manor too but this was the first time he was able to meet you in person. Much less this up close. You were quite attractive and that didn't make this situation any better. You had looked up in that moment and by the widening of your eyes it seemed as if you had just understood who exactly you bumped into.

What felt like minutes on the day, moved by within seconds of you two removing each other from the other from the looks of the memory. Your hands sliding down his chest swiftly while his had taken a rather unhurried path to your waist before letting go completely.

You remember that day very well. You were too flustered by everything that you never ever tried to look into what he thought of the entire thing before apologising and resuming what you were planning on doing.

As much as you remember the memory stopped there, but his didn't?

He put in something.

Instead of his hands fully leaving your hips he had used his grip to pull you closer to his heating body. A small gasp escaping your lips at the surprise of the action.

He walked you backwards towards the island making sure you didn't hit the edge harshly. Before bringing up his right hand to place right by your throat keeping his eyes on yours. The gap closing between the two of you before lips met right in the middle. A kiss one that was filled with curiosity and excitement dragged on in his mind.

His hands coming to lift you so that you were sat on the counter, the perfect height for him to lean his hips into your open legs properly.

He let out a small grunt of the word, "Fuck."

You let out a small whimper before pulling away from the memory completely. Wanting to focus on the current moment.

"Everything alright?" Jason asked in a worried tone at the sudden sound.

"Dandy." You gave a small smile trying to brush off what you just saw.

DUKE

You and Duke got along. A little too well one would say. After meeting at a gala Bruce had hired you to furnish which lead to an invitation to the event, you had gotten closer each day.

Duke enjoyed the conversations he had with you about anything and nothing whereas you enjoyed the change of pace of things. It all felt nice and mundane outside of being able to read people's minds and being a vigilante.

Your most favourite things to do was watch cringe level rom-coms. What was better than being able to sit in front of the in-house theater with all your favourite snacks and foods, a blanket and pillows that created a plush nest of sorts for you too. Every Tuesday night, as random as the day seemed it worked perfectly. Dick was on night shift, Tim barely left the office on weekends much less weekdays and nights, Damian was always quick to disappear to the Batcave (Duke would just say he was in "bed") Bruce would end up holed in his study with lord knows what, Jason hadn't been home in 4 months after deciding he needed his own space and going back to his apartment and Alfred always excused himself early on Tuesday as it was never really busy around then.

Tuesday nights were always just perfect for you two. A nice time to just feel second-hand embarrassment together from what the characters did on screen.

However today was not the same as any other day. A new movie was released on Netflix the Sunday before so naturally you and Duke had decided to set it to the following Tuesday's movie night. Neither of you had bothered to look at the trailer believing in the skimmed over reviews and it being labelled a rom-com. What more did you expect but something to crunch your face over.

You had come in with your summer pjs as the weather was warming up and made your way to the theater, ready to help Duke set things up. He had already laid out his half of things while you proceeded to give him a quick greeting and putting everything you brought with yourself down.

Once all was set and the lights were turned off, you began the movie.

Nothing seemed out of place, it followed a typical girl who needed to move back to her hometown for reasons that always had to do with a job. As she gets back she reconnects with old friends, crushes and flings.

You and Duke share laughs at the obvious plot and proceed to make bets on who the end-goal love interest would be in this one. Would it be the guy she had a crush on in first grade? Or her male best friend that had the biggest crush on her her entirety of high school but never confessed? Or would it be the bad boy she had lost her virginity to on Prom Night as an impromptu thing as she didn't want to leave high school a virgin.

As fun as placing the bets was with the promise of pizza as the prize, nothing could have prepared you two for what you were about to witness.

Right on screen as the female lead and one of the potential love interests shared a kiss, it seemed to get heated?

A lot more heated than a standard rom-com would allow actually. And were they taking off their clothes?

What was the rating on this again?

It had to be +18NL with how things were playing out. Quite explicit too.

Removing your eyes from the screen to glance at Duke, you notice how he doesn't seem to budge. Eyes glued and focused as he gulps down the saliva building up on his tongue.

Curious to what his thoughts were on the unexpected sex scene that they were experiencing for the first time together, you were taken aback.

From what you could make out you were right under Duke, both of you bare chested like the characters on the screen, both of you breathing out heavily like the characters on the screen, both of you closing the gap like the characters on the screen. It's when the point of view changes to Duke's perspective of things that you realise he's projecting you both on what you're both watching.

Duke inches down your body maintaining eye contact as he gets to your covered bottom. Eyes flicking down to the material before looking back up at you as if begging to remove them. You give him a nod and he eagerly give a quick kiss through them before yanking them off hurriedly so. Duke gulps again both on in his projection and in person before going all in tasting every inch of you.

Your eyes move to watch the screen and not him and as it was all playing out in his head there the two characters were getting it on exactly as he projected it.

Grabbing for the remote, you pause it.

"I think we need a break from that, no?" You suggest feeling flustered thanking every being out there that allowed you to be in such a dark room at this moment.

Duke was a very good looking guy, his personality made him a solid catch too. But it was another thing to tell the guy you've been chilling with casually as friends that you felt heated from his thoughts and would be more than willing to play it out right there in the theater.

Duke gulped for a third time before nodding and agreeing.

Maybe on another time would you initiate something, just in the privacy of your home lounge this time.

[elryuse]

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[eziro10]

Jason Comforting you

Jason Comforting You 

Jason Todd x g/n reader 

A/N: Thank you all for reading my works. And the amount of likes I’ve received is crazy! I didn't think much would happen when I started posting. Thank you all again! My plan on posting is to put out something every 1-2 weeks. Just so I am not dedicating all my energy to writing. I hope y’all like this scenario, something that I find myself picturing happening to me from time to time. If you have any story suggestions don't be shy to send them my way. I would love to write some! Anyway, I hope y’all enjoy it follow me if you want to know when I post next and have a good day <3 

Summary: Jason is the one comforting you when you’re crying.

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Whether you cry a lot or once in a blue moon, tonight was one of those situations. Your reason for crying is to be discussed at a later date, all you need right now is for someone to help comfort you at this time. It was late at night, and you were in bed crying. All the lights are turned off in the bedroom. Your sheets are stained with wet spots. Knees brought tight to your chest; arms were tight around your legs. Bringing them closer to your body, hugging yourself.  

You tried texting Jason earlier, asking for him to return home early. But you second-guessed yourself; you weren't used to asking for help directly. You didn't want to be a bother to him, you usually sorted out your emotions by yourself anyways. So you never pressed the send button on that message. The more you thought about what was bothering you, the more tears formed. Your eyes had a steady flow of salty water falling down your cheeks. The skin underneath began to become irritated because of the salt. 

Before you knew it, it was 3 am. You planned on going to sleep earlier. You didn't want to be caught crying by Jay. You didn't want Jason to see your “ugly” cry. But your continuous sobbing stopped your original plan. Tears break up the silence in your bedroom and apartment. Anyone walking in could hear your sobbing… and that is what happened exactly. By the person, you wanted to avoid hearing you cry, Jay.  

Jason wasn't meant to go out on patrol tonight. He was doing some late-night driving around Gotham. Catching up with some friends and going to places to eat. He invited you to join him tonight, but you declined earlier. The lock key turned and the jingling sound of the keys when he took it out of the lock, he opened the door. Jason heard your sobbing. He heard your weeping. Quickly taking off his boots and putting everything away, he went over to you. 

Jason was at the open door to your shared bedroom for a moment. A hand left dangling the door frame for a second to access the situation.  As soon as he was able to connect the dots on what was happening. He was quickly on the bed at your side. Jason was looking at you, gently grabbing your hands located on your legs. A small V formed between his eyebrows.  

“What happened!? Do I have to kick someone's ass for you?” Jason tightened his grip on your hands.  

Shaking your head. “No Jason” You sniffled between your sentences. “No one did this to me.” Your eyes stopped producing tears for a moment. Clarity in your vision so you could see Jason clear behind your teary vision with eyes shot red.

“Did I do something wrong?” You simply shook your head no once more. “Do you want to talk about it another time?” Shaking your head up and down Jason didn't press about the cause of your pain no more.  

Jason isn't great at comforting; he was the one usually receiving it from you. But for him to give it back, he doesn't have any experience with it. He simply gestured for you to hug him, you leaned into his embrace and rested your face on his shoulder. Currently, all the tears on your face dried. You released all of them before he arrived home. You simply stayed there basking in his embrace. 

Jason kept you tightly, his calloused hands wrapped around your back. He kissed your forehead and your jaw. He allowed some time to pass before saying anything. “Everything will be ok, I promise you. My love… if you need me to do anything don’t be afraid to ask me.” His voice was quiet and comforting. He slid his hands down your back, leading to your forearms and back into your hands. You moved away to look at his face once more. “My love, please tell me whenever there is something bothering you in the future. I'm here to help carry whatever burden you have right now. Lend me some of your stress and put it on my shoulders, ok. We'll work through this together” Jay’s right hand left yours and cupped your cheek. “And by the looks of it…you were holding this issue in, haven't you?” You nodded, and some tears reformed in your water line. Vision blurry you closed your eyes and melted into Jay's hand. Tears collecting and falling down your face, Jay brought you into a hug once more. 

You two stayed in that position for a while, more tears dampening Jason's black shirt. After that, you let out all of your frustrations for the night. Jason made sure you were all right before anything else was to go on. Just the two of you in this worrying situation. You reassured him that you were alright now. He bent over to the bedside table and grabbed the box of tissues and handed them your way. You didn't notice, but your nose started to leak some snot out. Throughout all your sniffles it still found its way out.  

Jason got some refreshments and junk food to help calm you down, reaffirming to you that he would always be by your side. He does try asking what exactly happened later but whether you are comfortable telling him now or later. He doesn't care as long as you're safe and feeling better. He leaves once more to change into something better fitting for sleeping. He comes back into bed and goes under the sheet and sticks back up. His torso was exposed from under the sheets. Jason pats his side; wanting you to join him. Before you can make it to him. Jay lays back down and has one arm laid out on the bed; you rest your head on his arm carefully. Trying not to avoid cutting off his circulation. He positions himself on his side, looking down at you. His free hand is playing with yours. Then trailing across your body, he just wants to make sure you are ok. His usual bright green eyes darkened with worry for you.  

“Thank you, jay,” you looked at him 

His focus returned to you, a soft smile on his face. “Anything for the love of my life.” He planted a kiss on your forehead. “Do you think you’re going to be alright?” The V between his eyebrows made an appearance.  

“Yeah, I'll be all right for now” Your voice was weak and strained. All the intakes of air you took between your sobs earlier, these were to blame. Jason simply hummed in response. “I’ll tell you the reason in the morning ok.” That seemed to help relieve some of the stress on his face. He smiled then returned to laying on his back. “You ready to call it a night y/n”  

“Yeah.” Shutting your red eyes. Hopefully, all the irritation will leave by morning, and the small amount of puffiness around your eyes. You took deep breaths through your nose. The thought came to your mind. Maybe it would be good to start relying on Jason more. He always says to rely on him, but you never register his words. But seeing the worried expression made you worry for him as well. “I don't want to add another stressor in his life,” you reflected. Not talking to him, or not communicating with him about issues like this would only cause more problems in the future. He is here to help, someone to lean on. It would strengthen the trust in each other. So, it would be smarter if you did start letting him know. Start letting him into more aspects of yourself. No more overthinking, believing that you're a burden to him when you are far from it. You matter so much to him, and he wants only the best for you. Things will change for the better, that you swear will happen. 

[littleoddwriter]

Soothing | Roman Sionis x Male!Reader

Another vent fic, sorry.

summary; You accidentally triggered yourself, Roman comforts you.

notes; TW / CW // Bleeding; Self-Harm (scratching); (mild) Dissociation. Daddy!Kink; Emotional Hurt/Comfort; Sitting in one’s lap; Soft Kisses. Reader suffers from BPD and has atopic dermatitis (only mentioning it, so as to explain why things happen the way they do, but it should still be general enough to be relatable to anyone, really).

All morning long, you’ve felt this buzzing excitement under your skin, which had you restless, but feeling happy for the time being. You wished it’d never stop, although you knew that was inevitable.

As if on cue, your mood crashed.

You had been watching videos about mental health, since it was often a pretty good resource to either learn more about yourself, or find new tips to help yourself. Still, some of the videos were quite triggering and you hadn’t noticed it until it had already been too late.

Now you just sat in the leather armchair, knees drawn up to your chest. Feelings of anger, anxiety, guilt and sadness overwhelmed you. They seemed to suffocate you. It was bad. The contrast to how you’ve felt only minutes ago struck you like lightning. Tears pricked your eyes, but you didn’t dare shed them.

The urge to hurt yourself overcame you; all kinds of ways to do it wormed themselves into your brain, dominating any other thought. You took deep breaths and held tightly onto your legs. You wouldn’t give in. You couldn’t.

But the feelings were just too much. You just wanted to get rid of them, fast. Make it hurt less. Physical pain was only temporary, but the emotional one – it felt as though it clawed at your insides and tore them apart. None of those wounds ever healed. The pain seemed to go on forever. So, yes, as bad as it was, a bit of physical pain was far more preferable then.

Your skin had already started to react to your distress, itching relentlessly. It felt as if those spots on your wrists, back of your hands and fingers were burning.

Wanting to rid yourself of that sensation as well, and taking it as the gateway to harming yourself, you started scratching. It relieved you for a second. Then the wounds started bleeding, oozing other fluids as well. It burned, still. But different in a way that it was almost bearable.

Then it stopped altogether. Your emotional pain stayed, though. You wished it had helped it more.

Before you could get up to do anything worse to yourself, though, Roman came into the room. He had been doing business in his office, prior to that.

Black Mask walked over to you and you averted your gaze. You knew that what you were feeling was written all over your face. It made you feel ashamed, weak, and small. You hated for him to see you like that. It only had you feel as though you were even more of a burden to him.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours, my prince?” Roman asked gently, quietly, as he stood beside you now, one hand resting on the armchair’s backrest, the other on one of your knees.

“Nothing,” you mumbled, your eyes fixed on your knees then. It wasn’t a complete lie, either. Your mind felt like static.

Black Mask hummed pensively, “I fail to believe that. Don’t you want to tell Daddy what’s going on?”

He lifted his hand from your knee and gently took hold of your chin, tilting your head up to have you look at him. You wanted to avert your gaze, but couldn’t possibly. No matter what, he always mesmerised you, taking your breath away.

“I don’t know, sorry, Daddy. I just- I accidentally triggered myself. Now I’m- you know. In pain,” you explained after a few beats of silence. Your voice was strained with the effort of holding back tears and cries of anguish you wished you could let out, but it was all stuck inside of you.

“That’s not good, baby,” Roman stated the obvious and paused, his head tilting to get a look at your hands instead. He clicked his tongue. “Was that on purpose?” he asked then.

In favour of taking your hands in his gloved ones, he let go of your chin and the backrest. He held your hands in a gentle grip, looking them over. Your knuckles on your fingers were bleeding, and so were the backs of both of your hands, the insides of your wrists, your palms, and the spaces between your fingers. You felt embarrassed. You hadn’t even noticed just how much you had scratched open. It had all just been an itching, burning mess to you.

“I asked you a question, sweetheart,” Roman chided, not unkindly so.

“I’m sorry, Daddy. But– yes and no? It was itching – burning, really. So I just scratched. I didn’t know how bad it’d be.”

Nodding, Black Mask cautiously stroked his leather-clad thumbs over your wounded hands, careful not to inflict more pain onto you. It was soothing.

“Do you still want to hurt yourself?”

“I think want is the wrong word for it, but yeah, the urge is still there.”

“Right, my mistake.”

Roman took hold of your arms and tugged gently to make you get up, so you did. Then he sat down in the armchair and positioned you in his lap. Your back was leaning against his solid chest, his strong arms were wrapped around your middle, and your face was tucked into the crook of his leather-clad neck.

You didn’t exactly know why, but this was one of your favourite positions to sit in with him. It was as though his entire presence enveloped you, shielding you from the world. The pleasant, smoky scent of his cologne, mixed with the leather of his mask, was intoxicating to you, such as the warm feeling of said mask that had taken on his body heat by then, which is why you always loved to press your face into it. Not only did it blind you, effectively making reality disappear, but it was incredibly calming, too.

His left arm stayed around your middle, his hand resting on your stomach in form of a constant pressure and warmth. He lifted his other arm to gently stroke his fingers through your hair. No one else had ever been allowed to play with your hair in any way, since it usually caused you to freak out, but for some reason, it just felt right when he did it.

Shifting a little and lifting your head from his neck, you strained to look at him. “Thank you, Daddy,” you murmured and kissed his leather-clad cheek.

“Anything for you, my sweet prince,” he replied, and even though he couldn’t truly smile anymore, you could hear it in his voice.

Then he turned his head and nudged the zipped up mouth of his mask against your lips in a mock kiss. You loved it. Softly, you kissed him back, a slight smile on your face.

Almost suddenly, you felt so light.

“I love you,” you murmured against his zipper.

With the proximity between you two, you could hear the sharp but quiet intake of breath he did when you said it. It wasn’t the first time, but it hasn’t been all that long since. He still wasn’t entirely used to you saying it, it would seem.

“I adore you, too, my boy.”

A soft, bright smile stretched your lips and you kissed him again, more enthusiastically, but just as gentle and innocent as before. The hand that had previously been playing with your hair, still, was now cupping your cheek, his leather-clad thumb stroking it while you two kissed.

For the time being, you had been able to forget about what had even led you to this moment in the first place. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered as long as you were in his arms, his presence, and only his.

[xmalereader]

Jason Todd X Male Reader

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Requested: Hi, Hon💚 How are you doing? Could I please have a Jason Todd x Male Reader who is basically a Spiderman of DC Universe fic? (Ignore it if it sounds dumb😂)

Warnings: fluff, language, mentions of sex, mentions of rape, teasing, flirting.

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Gotham was one of the most dangerous cites of all and yet people decide to move there. Even if they hear rumors about people getting robbed or things about the joker going crazy ( again ) and wanting to blow up a building full of people and such. People still came, already knowing the consequences. But for Y/n, he didn’t care. He used to live in Gotham for short while before his parents moved out, once he reached an appropriate age he decided to move back, his own mother tried to force him to stay in the small country house that they were living in, but Y/n had to talk his mother out of it and allow him to go on his own and that he wasn’t a child anymore and can take care of himself.

So, he packed up everything and moved out into a really cheap apartment on the bad side of Gotham, and like he told his mother. He can take care of himself and its true he can.

Y/n was born as a metahuman, his parents were normal human beings but somehow Y/n ended up as the odd ball in the family and his parents never knew why. They didn’t know that he had powers but they did know that he was different in some weird way. He kept is a secret for years and during his weekends he would learn new things about himself and keep notes on it. Wanting to make sure that he learns control and not do something harsht to somethign or someone.

As he moved into his new apartmart he was able to get adjusted to the neighborhood and people and was able to learn a few things from them too, Writing them down in case he had too use it against them. He’s been living in Gotham city for a few years now to know who Batman was, he was quiet impressed when he hears about the small familiar trio. Y/n wasn’t one for causing trouble but he always felt great everytime he swung around the city, humming softly to himself as he checked his phone at the same time. His sense alerting him about something up ahead, looking up quickly he noticed a batarang coming towards his way, cutting the line as he gasps and tumbles down on a roof. Groaning deeply as he placed a hand on his side. “Thats gonna hurt in the morning....” he whines out and adjusts his own mask on and puts his phone away.

He gets up from the ground and wobbled a little but quickly regains his balance, he’s fallen many times but this one came as a surprise which caused him to land on his side and Hurt himself. “Well the rumors are try, some freak trying to copy the bats huh?” Y/n looks up to see the famous red hood, gripping a knife in hand as he stands in front of Y/n with his hand on his hip. “I’m not trying out copy anyone.” Y/n groans out and glared under his mask.

Red hood tilts his head to their side with a frown, “Then why you wearing a mask?” He questions, grinning at the other male. Y/n dusts himself off and sighs. “I just need a suit to stay hidden because from what I heard, little Batman and his sidekicks don’t like meta humans—“ Redhoods eyes widen and was about to pin down this guy once he mentioned metahumans but was stopped when he felt something land on his hand, attaching itself to the balcony. “The fuck?” He mumbles out. “—before you do anything, let me finish.” Y/n approached red hood and looks down at his gloves, adjusting his own webbing. He webs red hood down and placed his own hands on his hips, mocking him. “I’m not like others, I’m not stealing and neither am I hurting anyone. I’m just getting adjusted to everything and letting myself get loose, kind of like walking or running when you are bored.”

“The hell is this stuff?!”

Y/n lets his head drop, letting out a deep sigh as he groans. “You aren’t listening, but yet you people never listen.” He matters through clenched teeth. Feeling a slight buzz on his hip, he reached inside his pocket and pulled out this phone. His alarm was going off telling him that it was curfew, yes he gave himself a curfew even though he’s twenty-five. “Thats me.” He puts his phone away once he turned off his alarm. “I have to go, the webbing will dissolve in an hour or two.” He explains, ignoring the others protest as he approached the edge of the roof and smirks, winking at him before jumping off.

Red hood was left on the rooftop, still stuck onto the roof. “I’m gonna kill him.” He growls out and calls for back up. He expected nightwing to show up but instead he got robin who only grinned and teased him. “I thought you were deadlier then me but somehow you got someone to get to you.” He bends down to cut off the webbing from his shoes, frowning he asks. “What is this stuff?” Redhood sighs and puts his blade away, bending down to take a sample of the webbing. “Some guy left me tied up here, best we take a sample and see what the hell this is.”

“Was that coming out of him?” Robin scrunched up his nose in disgust as redhood smirks at the younger robin. “Want to know what he did to me?” He wiggled his brows but robin only smacked him in the face.

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It’s been three weeks since Y/n last ran into redhood, he was much more careful at nights now since he knew that they would go out looking for him. He would sometimes leave after the sun had set, giving him extra time to stretch out his legs and test out his new abilites. One night he was swinging down a building, landing on top he smiles at his success. “Yes perfect landing!” He tells himself before he’s being tackled down. “What the hell?!”

“Save spider boy.” Redhood was pinning him down, sitting on top of his back as he held y/n’s arms behind his back as well. “Oh god, if your going to rape me I swear—“ Red raised a brow, “What? No!” He exclaims, his grip loosening. Y/n took the opportunity to turn around and kick red off his back, doing a quick backflip he gets up from the ground. “Made you lose.” He teased, stepping back as Red groans from the ground. “You really are a pain in the ass.”

“Well no one told you to follow me!” Y/n shouts back, pouting in between.

Redhood rolls his eyes, “Just want to know who and what you are.” Y/n tilts his head to the side and hums. “Yeah no, you could’ve approached me like a normal human being but instead I get pinned down.”

“You were swinging to fast!!”

Y/n had his arms crossed over his chest as he thinks about this for a second before letting out a deep sigh. “You can call me scarlet or hex.” Red chuckled. “Seriously?”

“Just call me whatever you want okay?!” Y/n throws his hands in the air and exclaimed, groaning in frustration. Glaring at the other.

Red smirks and shakes his head. “Ill call you web boy since you can web people onto walls and such.” He teased which only earned him a glare from the other, he extends his hand out and webs red to the wall that he was leaning Against. “What—?” Red struggles agaisnt the webbing, once again. Y/n walks up to him and hums, reaching up to remove the res mask that he was wearing. “Oh smart, you wear a double mask under this thing?” Y/n says with a laugh and sets down the helmet. “You know, you’re quiet attractive but also and asshole.” He leans close to red.

Their faces were only inches away, “Don’t follow me again.” He held Redhood breath against his face before stepping away from the others personal space. “Remember, Wait two hours-“

“for two webbing to dissolve.” Red finishes for him.

Y/n smirks and picks up the others helmet, “Good boy.” He teases him before placing a kiss agaisnt the helmet and slipping it back onto reds head. “See you soon.” He calls out as he once again disappears into the night.

Jason sighs deeply, already having the hots for the other. He makes sure that his comms are on before calling the others for some backup. But this time everyone came to see Jason webbed up agaisnt the wall. “Again?” Damian raised a brow with a glare. “Sure your not pissing off this guy for no reason? Or just messing with him for fun Jason.” Says dick as he cuts him free. Jason grumbles at his brothers. “that’s none of your business.” He hissed out. Dick only smiles at Jason, “Looks like someone is flirting with the spider boy.” Tim coos out, shaping his hands out into a heart and smirking. “Your dead!” Jason shouts as he chased around the other robin on the rooftop.

[ynbabe]

Batfam x male reader

Jason: How did you know there would be an extra uniform in the bag?

Tim: Everyone knows flight attendants are required to carry extra uniforms, in case they get called to work unexpectedly.

Dick: Or if something happens to the one they're already wearing.

Tim: Everyone does not know that. How did you both know that?

Roy (yes he’s a bat now, no idgaf abt queen): Worked airport security.

Jason and Y/n: *Simultaneously* Slept with a flight attendant.

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Jason: *sighs* I have no friends...

Y/n:

Y/n: *coughs* Bitch, what am I? A roach?!

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Tim: I can’t go, Dick’s mad at me 

Y/n: Why?

Tim: Well there was too many people watching on the Netflix account so I texted him and told him to check the news ‘cause Batman was dead and when he saw I was lying he couldn’t get back onto the Netflix because I had taken his spot

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Jason: [on the phone] Hey do you remember when I said that me and Y/n were gonna have a calm night out?

Steph: Yes?

Jason: How much bail money do you have?

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Jason: [takes off his shirt and jumps into a fighting stance] Fight me you bitch

Y/n: [picks up Harley’s shirt and puts it on] What’s your next move?

Jason: Wait what-? Gimme my shirt back

Y/n: No you’ve made your decision 

Jason: L/n I’m cold

Y/n: Should’ve worn a shirt then

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Dick: Damian loves the outdoors

Dick: That time we went camping he was like Mowgli running around those woods

Dick: I swear Y/n, he was that happy that I honestly thought about just leaving him there

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Y/n: Are you all caught up on homework?

Tim: I have a project due on Tuesday and I’m not saying I haven’t started but if you ask to see what I’ve done so far there wouldn’t be anything 

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Y/n: Pete, why did you put syrup on the shopping list?

Steph: Cause I like syrup

Y/n: Yes but now it’s all sticky

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Y/n, serious: Don't go falling in love with me

Jason, also serious: Yeah, that's not a problem

*A few days later*

Jason: *yelling as he runs to Dick's room* DICK, I HAVE A PROBLEM

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Dick: Do NOT drink the night before the awards ceremony 

Jason: Yeah yeah, be on time, don’t mess things up

Dick: NO. Alfred’s booked a bagpipe choir. You do NOT want to be hungover for a bagpipe choir

Y/n: Oh fuck

Dick: We’ll go out AFTER the ceremony

Dick: When the bagpipe choir has left the premises 

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Y/n: Tim got so drunk last night he puked all over my living room

Tim: It was the laughing! You made me laugh and I threw up!

Jason: Yeah it wasn’t the nine vodka sodas, it was the laughing

Y/n: “Oh my god! I drank so much laughter before this!”

Tim: 

Jason: You owe us a new rug

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Y/n: [climbing down the side of the building]

Tim: Y/n!

Tim: Y/n come back! You’re gonna miss your cocoa!

Y/n: [in the distance] I know!

Tim: Well can I have it then?

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Jason, after getting Tim duty: Horror movies don’t scare Tim

Dick: But Chuckie is so creepy though

Tim, spending wayyy to much time on Y/n with this: If I had to fight Chuckie I’d stand in an open field and kick him like a soccer ball every time he came towards me

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Y/n: We need to find Dami, do you have a picture of him?

Tim: No but I can draw him from memory 

Tim: How tall is he? Like 2 feet?

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Y/n: Have fun at your party

Tim: Thanks

Y/n: You know what they say: “Liquor before beer, never fear. Don’t do heroin”

 Tim: It’s a parent-controlled sociale for rich kids in Gotham I’ll be back before 9

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Y/n: Fuck sake Bruce you said I had to babysit one kid

[Dick, Jason, Steph, Cass, Tim, Duke and Damian waving]

Bruce: They don’t exactly come separately... and you only need to look after Damian

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Y/n: [waking up from a near death injury] You were scared

Jason: Nah, I was waiting to inherit your millions

Y/n: Let me know where you find them, huh?

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Bruce: Can’t you leave Damian alone?

Tim: I got all the Justice league, young justice, teen titans, titans, everyone at WE and a bunch of interns to sign this notebook I had and then I wrote “Sign here if you think Damian is stupid” on the cover

Tim: He almost cried 

Tim: It was great

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Dick: Kid, could I have a moment in private with Y/n?

Tim: Sure, I’ll just plug my ears and sing an old sea shanty

Dick: Wait-

Tim: There once was a ship that went to sea-

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Tim, crushing on Y/n: Can I just say that I’d love to listen to you talk about Hell all afternoon Y/n

Jason, dating y/n and having met in hell: And can I just say that if I had my guns right now I’d shoot myself

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Y/n: Uhhh

Damian: *scoffs*

Y/n: You want a beer?

Dick: He's ten!

Y/n: I don't know, what am I supposed to do with him!?

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Damian: I wanna ride a horse

Y/n: Alright sweetie here’s the horse

Damian: That’s a horse? 

Damian: [picks up book] I thought this was a horse?

Y/n: Damian that’s a cow

Damian: I wanna ride that

Steph: Me moo

Y/n: You’re not helping 

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Tim, clearly drunk: I don’t even know how to drink! I’ve never had one! Like what do you even mix vodka with?

Y/n: A straw

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Y/n, at a PTM meeting: Wait- that guy is the bullying you?

Cass, under strict orders from Bruce not to fight: Hmm 

Y/n, knowing Bruce can’t say shit to him: [powering up] Not my first human, doubt it will be my last 

[melloollem]

Old Love Young|| Jason Todd x No reader gender

Summary: Jason's jealousy over his best friend rekindles old feelings.

Warnings: Jealousy, mention of injuries, No gender specified,English is not my native language.

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Jason knew he shouldn't get carried away by teenage exploits, he learned that after his disappointment as Robin, but he couldn't push them away when it came to you.

You were always Jason's sweetest teenage dream, the most idealized and perfect young love. He even remembers the two of you sharing a quick kiss in your teens, but everything had dissipated by the time he died.

Your teenage love never had time, it died prematurely with Jason in that warehouse. When the boy, now with a lock of white in his hair, came back, he was too blinded by hatred to have time for that feeling and, despite having you by his side, you were only his friend, the closest one, and your unlived love had been put aside by both of you.

On another of Gotham's cold nights, the Red Hood walked the rooftops looking for a crime, there was nothing reported in his communication, but he always preferred to check with his own eyes and there was always something and tonight would be no different.

He just didn't find what he expected, instead of Gotham's characteristic night crimes, Jason saw you coming out of a coffee shop. The vigilante knew about your mania for believing in your instincts to save you from nighttime dangers or even the luck of having one of the vigilantes to save you, which he thought was idiotic.

He was about to text you "Go home, now", but before he could even pick up his cell phone, he saw a figure approaching from behind you, he immediately raised one of his guns, that would be a clear shot, what prevented you from firing was the quick way you turned back with one of your characteristic smiles.

You had taken the coffee the boy offered you while holding another. You were now walking side by side, laughing and chatting openly. Red Hood tilted his head to the side, who was that?

He remembers knowing all his friends beforehand, it was common for you to spend evenings looking up the names of acquaintances on one of his surveillance computers, it was a good pastime in his words. But Jason was sure he didn't know that one, was he your friend? Well, with how happy he seemed to see you, that didn't seem the right word to use, but any other word sounded bitter in Jason's mind.

He wondered if he should walk away, it didn't seem right to be spying on you on top of a building in Gotham, even though that wasn't his initial intention, but it seemed so wrong to leave you there, to leave you with a guy who didn't know who he was, who didn't know what he wanted with you, to leave you with a guy who was looking at you in a way that Jason could do, something about it seemed very wrong to him, it all seemed very wrong.

Jason didn't notice any reciprocity on your part, but that didn't change the intention of the boy next to you, very interested, very smiling, very close. He should get you the fuck out of here, that's exactly what he should do, and before his body could even act on impulse to throw him towards the two of you, the vigilante's communicator rang, which almost enraged him.

He sighed, he had to go, a small crime a few blocks away, he was the closest vigilante, but at no time could he get you out of his mind, he didn't know exactly why, but it bothered him, like nothing before, he was sure he had gotten over his feelings for you, but that thing in his chest was unmistakable, he was jealous, not in a platonic way, of course not. He didn't want that guy to touch you, he didn't want that guy to kiss you or love you, because he would never love you the way Jason would, and just the possibility of him having the chance to do that put Jason's thoughts into a fog.

You were now sewing Jason up in the bathroom of your apartment, he was inside your bathtub, while you were sloppily sewing up his arm "Are you trying to torture me?" Hissed the man in response to your carelessness with his recent injury, you didn't reply to his comment, not considering him worthy of your attention.

When you'd finished what you were doing, you began to bandage the man's wound. You didn't have much idea what you were doing, despite your years with Jason and your not-so-rare nights as a doctor, you'd never really got the hang of it, you only did it because Jason never had anyone to heal him and you refused to let him sew himself up.

"Hey, what are you trying to do?" Jason said with a slightly irritated, pain-induced tone. "You're complaining too much to someone who showed up at my apartment bleeding," a little anger leaked out of your words, but Jason knew it was only the beginning.

You finished the bandage and let go of his arm, getting up and leaning against the bathroom doorframe, and stood there staring at Jason "You should just tell me if you intend to shower with me." You sighed at his idiotic comment. "Can you explain to me how this shit happened and how you ended up in my house?" Your face contorted in anger and you crossed your hands in front of you, you were really angry.

"I already explained it to you." said Jason before getting up from the bath and putting a towel wrapped around his waist, an act that made you turn your back, giving him a minimum of privacy. "Yeah, Jason, you told me it was a simple robbery and how does that end up with you being stabbed?" You said, still unyielding in your temper, and that was Jason's turn to sigh. He knew you were right, a simple robbery in an alley with a guy definitely inferior to him shouldn't end up with him being stabbed, it never did.

"I was distracted thinking about other things." Now he wondered why he hadn't told you a great story, one full of highly trained men and swords instead of a penknife, that would have spared him this conversation. He walked past you, into your room, and opened one of the drawers in your dresser, one of the ones where you made him keep his clothes for occasions like this.

"What's so important that you'd risk your life, what the fuck, Jay?" you were revolting at his simplistic response. "It was a stab in the arm, don't be so exaggerated." He said as he pulled out a set of clothes from the dresser. You let out a strangled sigh in disbelief. Jason heard your footsteps approaching and turning towards you, you stopped in front of him. Jason was always amazed at how beautiful the yellowish light in your apartment made you look.

"Be honest." Your tone was harsh, leaving no space for another of the vigilante's taunts, which Jason felt as a challenge, which quickly brought on the feeling Jason was trying to ward off, jealousy. He clenched his jaw, he really tried to control it, but it felt wild, way beyond Jason's control and he wanted explanations.

"Who was that?" His tone was different from everything he had said that night, a firm voice, like he was interrogating you, he didn't feel the need to hide it any longer and even if he tried he wouldn't be able to, it seemed stronger than him. "Who?" Your face gave way to a confused expression, a distant one from the one before, which only made Jason squint a little and run his tongue over his teeth, an arrogant posture, as if he was suspicious of your words.

"What were you doing tonight?" You still didn't know who he was talking about "The guy in the coffee shop.". And now you were angry again "Were you fucking spying on me?" The man rolled his eyes at your doubt "Don't be ridiculous." Leaving where he was trapped between you and the dresser.

"Now, am I ridiculous for thinking that you knowing exactly where I was minutes ago is espionage?" You almost shouted, still facing the dresser, as Jason brazenly got dressed behind you. "It's not spying, I was doing my job and you were there. Turn around." You followed his command, returning to the proximity of your bodies, you were really trying to make it look like a draw. "Okay, Jason, you weren't spying on me, now how the fuck does that relate to you getting stabbed?"

"Are you still in love with me?" His tone was serious, he didn't seem angry, but there was something there that wasn't gentle, his eyes analyzed you differently. Jason didn't lose his touch as you looked away quickly, before returning in a more lost way. You looked almost distressed. "What does that mean?" Your voice left no doubt, almost stuck in your throat, as if it didn't want to come out, as if it had been there for a long time.

"Before I died, you said you were in love with me..." Benevolent territory for disaster, Jason felt his feelings piercing him, the love he felt for you, the anger at his own death, the jealousy of some stupid guy who kept you company tonight. Everything was mixing inside him, fermenting a probable collapse. "Do you still do it?" Even so close to your face he still seemed to be hunting your gaze, looking for something, that feeling he felt for you and hoped would be reciprocated with the same intensity, he wanted you to feel something boiling inside you too and for the same reason as him, love, not in a platonic way, but the rawest, most numbing romantic love and he hoped that feeling would be for him.

You didn't have a good answer for that, the only thing you knew was that Jason had been the first boy you'd ever liked and as you looked into his eyes you thought you'd be the only one for the rest of your life or maybe it was just the longing of youth talking, maybe it was the fact that you never had the chance to love him like you wanted to every night, maybe it's the fact that you never knew where that feeling would take you both, or maybe it's the fact that you've never stopped thinking about him for a single day since his death, along with the fact that Jason made you fall in love a second time with the new person he was, a slight remnant of the old boy, but one you loved even more, in a way that no teenage love resembles. You knew the answer, but you didn't have time to give it to Jason.

Your lips had been captured by Jason's, an eager kiss, steeped in desperation. He feared your answer, he feared that your answer would be "no" and he would never have the chance to do that, to lose you without ever having the chance to kiss you as he had always wanted to, and he also feared your "yes", that you too would feel something piercing you for so long, that you would want him entirely, that you would love him.

Unaware of all Jason's fears, you just let that moment consume you, giving yourself completely to the kiss, giving yourself completely to Jason, entwining your fingers in the wet strands of hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer, giving him more room to explore your mouth, hoping that with the act he would find the answer he was looking for.

At some point you pulled away, but you still had Jason's arms around your waist, he had put him there at some point during your kiss. Your breathing was a little ragged and his wasn't much different "I don't want to be presumptuous, so how does this have to do with the start of our conversation?"

Jason let out a slight laugh at her question "We've just kissed and you're still talking about it?" His voice was humorous, the tightness around his waist lessening a little. "Well, I can't relate one event to the other," you said as if it were obvious.

"Is he, the boy from the coffee shop, something of yours?" He said, ignoring your doubt, hoping you'd got that kiss right. "Just a work colleague and...?" You still wanted to know how this related to all the events of the evening. "Then we don't need to talk about it anymore." And before you had a chance to oppose his decision, he gave you another kiss. Jason was never going to confess that he had been stabbed because he was jealous of you with someone else, never, he would rather go through a long night of questioning you, which he would silence with kisses, he knew that soon you would connect everything and have your answer.

You were no longer Jason's teenage love, the two of you were too old and disbelieving for something so innocent, what you felt for each other was something hotter, more dangerous, something that Jason was sure could lead to his death at any moment, but he was still in love with you in the same numb and clumsy way as before, just as he did when he was Robin and would now do as the Red Hood.

[melyaliz]

Lighting up with Joy

anonymous Hello love could I get a male marvel ship please? I’m 5’0 tan with black hair and dark brown eyes. I’m more of an outgoing person and whenever I meet new people I try to be as warm and welcoming as possible. But I still have my guard up so I act all tough. Once I get really comfortable they’ll know how soft and vulnerable I am. I’m also all about physical affection btw! I also get pretty possessive over the people I care about. For fun I workout, wrestle, write and read. Tysm for doing this!!

Fandom: Marvel 

Summary: You light up Bucky’s World 

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (Ship) 

Notes: So I was torn between Bucy and Loki for you. But I think I like Bucky because he was outgoing before everything so having a girl who’s outgoing and kind to him is something he would need. Also he would be someone who would be patient with you and both of you would just kind of fit.

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Bucky couldn’t help it. From the moment he had met you he couldn’t take his eyes off you. The way you seemed to light up a room when you walked into it. 

He remembered the first time he had seen you. He had been at the Howling commandos exhibit. Confused, unsure of who he really was. Trying to understand. 

And there you were, walking into the room. Lighting it up. 

He couldn’t take his eyes off you. 

From the first time, he met you at the airport. Arms crossed over your chest behind Steve’s eyes drifting to him sizing him up. A small smile on your face. 

“When I told you I owed you one this wasn’t what I had in mind.” A smile on your face eyes shining with laughter. Something about you that broke through his subconscious. Something so clean shining in those eyes that told him something he never thought was possible. 

It was going to be alright. 

Until the day you weren’t. 

You had been sent on a mission.  Normally this wouldn’t be that weird but it was one of the first times he wasn’t by your side. Always insisting he would go regardless if they asked him to go or not. But this time, this time he had been away when you got sent. Helping Sam with something else across the globe. 

Bucky didn’t even realize how dangerous the mission was at first. You still chatted with him every day, you texting him here and there. Silly pictures and gifs whenever you had a moment. Him responding with one-word answers unsure how to express how each ping on his phone from you made him smile. 

And then it stopped. 

The mission had gone wrong and you had gotten hurt. He came rushing back to base to find out sleeping in the hospital. Hurt.

In was in that moment Bucky realized something.

He didn’t know what he would do without you. He couldn’t sleep or eat. Just sat by your side holding your hand. Praying you would wake up. Praying that you would be ok. Praying to any and all gods that if anyone could hear to him just bring you back to him. 

“Come on” he said holding your hand “you can’t leave me… not after…” he sighed leaning forward brushing some hair out of your face. Trying to find the right words for what these past few years getting to know you was like. 

“I have been happy before but… even before everything. I didn’t know what real happiness was until I met you.”

“Really?” your voice soft making him lookup. You smiled at him through cracked lips and bleary eyes. Barely open but shining with that light that he loved so much. Was this real? Were you really there?

“Yes,” his voice cracking unable to say anything else as relief washed over him. Thick and all-consuming. 

“Is the big scary Winter Soldier crying?” 

“Yes” this time it came out more like a sob as she tugged at his hand that was clinging to hers for dear life. Wiping his eyes as he leaned forward. Gentle weak arms pulling him closer. 

You hugged Bucky stroking his hair as he sobbed into your hospital gown. Tears of pure relief. Tears of pure love. Tears of pure joy. 

“You make me happy too.” 

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Friends and bruises

Scott x Reader

AU for 3K celebration

Requested: prompt-   “Well, what can I say I’m a badass.”

Warning: cursing, dead body, killing

Words: 505

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The last three months you had spent away from the Avengers and you had to work close with Furry. You did everything that was asked from you and everything was going great until somebody decided to get in the middle of your mission. At first, it seemed as there was nothing in the woods where you were waiting with your sniper ready, but then something started to put the guards down. You could only stare as they were falling down before you could even start and instead of being grateful you were getting really mad.

You decided to leave your position quickly disabling your sniper and putting it over your shoulder as you hurried towards your target's house. You were there to eliminate a rouge Shield operative, however, it seemed that you weren’t the only one. But you weren’t going to let either your target or the intruder to get away. You were there to do your job and as you have never failed before you weren’t going to start now. As you moved closer to the doors you could hear a male voice speaking however nobody was answering so you assumed that he had to have an earpiece and that made it even worse as he wasn’t alone in this. So you stayed hidden for a few more minutes collecting any sort of information that the man was saying only to moment later hear something being dragged and that was your sign to step from your hiding place.   You had your gun out as you revealed yourself. “Stand up and turn around.” By now you have already recognized the costume, but you showed no recognition as the man’s eyes went wide. “You did all of this?” you questioned the man as you stepped forward with your gun still up. “Well, what can I say I’m a badass,” Scott said shrugging, but you could saw the panic behind his eyes as he knew that if you were sent it meant that you were there to kill and you never leave anyone behind. “Sure you are,” you smirked lowering your gun and just as he exhaled you punched him square in the jaw knocking him to the ground precisely so that his head would hit into the wall and he would be left lying on the ground unconscious. “Sorry about that,” you whispered as you stepped away from his body to the other man’s quickly finishing the job. You turned towards Scott taking his earpiece out. “If you don’t want for cops to arrest him for murder come to the east gates,” you said before placing Scott’s helmet back on and pressing the button to shrink him down. You almost started laughing at how small he actually was as you picked him in your hand and you headed to the exit. Once when you reached the east gates you pressed the button again and just as you saw the van approaching you ran back to the forest and hoping that he won’t take it against you.

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[melloollem]

Giving You Hell|| Jason Todd × No reader gender

Summary: After discovering that you were responsible for his resurrection, you and Jason Todd have an argument that results in the end of the relationship.

Warnings: anguish, mention of death, fight in relationship, No gender specified.

I consider this a good fanfic, I hope you like it.

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You knew the danger of keeping secrets in a pandora's box. Soon someone fearless would open it, soon the evil that had been kept there would find the light of day and you could only wait for that day to come fearing the destruction knowing you were too powerless to stop it and the day came.

You knew that Jason was investing with Bruce who revived him, they obviously knew it was Talia Al Ghul's doing, but there was something else, he knew. The date that Jason had been brought back was not an unassuming date, close to his birthday, as something of a thought, at first he associated it with affecting Bruce, bringing his son back close to the date he was born, but the boy soon dismissed that, he had spent years after his resurrection without contact with Batman, setting up his return and that theory lost its meaning.

Jason then decided to question Talia, a quick phone call in which he asked who had ordered his return, at the time he wasn't sure if anyone had, but it seemed like an alternative and a good way to start the conversation, a hunch that might give him his answer, but Talia was vague saying only that she wouldn't tell Jason who it was because of a promise. Jason found it frustrating, but at least now he was sure that his return to life had been ordered by someone.

Now he wondered how he had never suspected, was he so blinded by his revenge that he couldn't see the obvious? You were always there, you were the one who grabbed Jason's body as he tried to get out of the waters of the Lazarus Pit, you were the one he grabbed that day fighting back all the tears and violent memories, but for Jason you were there as a hostage, as the artifice the League would use if he refused to fight Batman and now in hindsight that thought seemed stupid, naive.

"I loved you, Jason," you didn't say it in defense of his accusations, you knew he would never forgive you for it, but that was the truth, you had done it because you loved him. Your voice was firm, you wanted Jason to be sure of your words, but even so your eyes were clouded with unreleased tears, because it was painful to explain why you had done it to Jason.

"You gave me hell," he said with disbelief, but also loathing. That wasn't how Jason saw his resurrection at first, he saw it as a second chance, a chance to try again, to take revenge on those who betrayed him in life, but after finding out it was you, you chose to dig him up and force him to live a life watered in hatred intensified by the Lazarus Pit and you hid it from him, that was a second betrayal far greater than Bruce letting Joker live after his death.

"No, no... no..." each no was said in a whisper, as if it were unbelievable to think the opposite. "I saved you" Your voice became louder, filled with certainty and arrogance. "You know that, you had everything. You called it a new beginning, a new chance." You were accusing Jason, using his words against him, trying to convince him of your reason, but only one line of yours stuck in his mind. Did you believe that he had everything? Half of the boy he was had stayed there, there was no Lazarus Pit capable of living that part of him.

"It was not your choice" Jason cried, he couldn't even remember the last time tears had rolled openly from his eyes after the Lazarus Pit, of course, he had cried as he struggled in those waters, as memories of his death flashed through his mind, but this was the first time he had allowed himself to cry, That those tears didn't come out after much reluctance, he actually let them roll down, too incapable even for that, too incapable to maintain the façade that what he felt was just hatred not a sadness of overwhelming magnetism, but that was it, he knew it was just that and those tears didn't lie. They weren't abundant tears, but even those small tears made it clear what it was all about, Jason's decline.

You didn't accept Jason's answer, shaking your head in denial "And who would, Jason?... you? Because I remember you're dead, I remember you didn't even have the chance to fight for your life in that warehouse..." your tears came out, your mouth trembled as you spoke, but anger was never far away, the feeling of sadness and anger mixed, boiling cruel words. "So I did it, I fought for you, I fought for you to have a second chance…"

"...a tiny chance of being something, of not having died in a warehouse with a title that was taken from you in 3 months" Jason didn't try to answer you, to fight your poison, you wouldn't listen to him. You would never understand being dug up with the sole purpose being revenge against those you loved, you wouldn't understand the weight of the choice you made for Jason, condemning him to a life now drenched in remorse and regret.

"I did it because I loved you, Jason, like no person has ever done before, like Bruce never did. I couldn't live knowing that was the end of you and nothing you could say would change my choice, because I love you, Jason and you know it. No matter how much you hate me after that, you know that I only did it because I loved you," you said after the man's silence, you struggled, even though you weren't sure he would listen. You don't think Jason would understand, knowing that the person he loved the most had been killed in a cruel way, meeting his end prematurely, he would never understand how heavy a burden it was to make that choice, to be condemned to a short span of a life with Jason that would soon end when he found out about your choice.

There were words choking in your throat, words that would have sounded like "I'm sorry, Jason, I'm sorry for all the hell you went through after you came back, I'm sorry for all the pain I couldn't take away from you", but they would have stayed there, you wouldn't have given Jason the chance to think that at some point you regretted what you had done, that you would do things differently if you had the chance, because although you were sorry for all the pain Jason had experienced, you would never have let that be the end of him, you just wished there was a way to take that pain away from him, but there wasn't and if Jason had to live with it in order to live, then so be it.

That discussion had come to an end, you couldn't say anything more, you couldn't ask Jason to let you stay, for him to understand your side, you couldn't ask him for gratitude, you couldn't ask him for anything, you knew that. You had to leave, he didn't want you there, this wasn't one of the nights when you drove Jason's demons away, not when you were one of them, you could only leave, leave him alone and you did. Without another word, you left, there was no hope of him asking you to stay, it was the end.

Jason seemed surrounded by a tornado, blinded by his thoughts, there was nothing else around him. Jason wasn't sure, but he thought he would rather have died in that warehouse forever and ever along with all the happy memories, with his moments of gratitude and admiration for Bruce, with his time honored as Robin, with his sweet love for you, but now it was all tainted, Bruce had been the one who betrayed him, Robin had been the one who caused his death and you were the one who now buried the last remnant of the old Jason, you were the final point the proof that that Jason should have died completely and now he did.

[eziro10]

Jason Todd Sick Day

A/N: Thank you all for the support on my two earlier stories. I'm very grateful for you reading my work. I'm going to be writing this if I were taking care of Jason. So, there may be things that we do differently. Please consider following if you want to know when I post next. Love you <3 

Summary: You have a 6’0ft giant walking around sick in your shared apartment. It then turns into a lazy day for the two of you. 

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Jason got sick the previous night. After hanging out with Roy. Drinking, going to multiple bars, and having a good time with his friend. Hours after Jay's departure, Roy came to your shared apartment knocking on the door. Opening the door, you see Roy supporting Jason's weight to your surprise. Taking in your drunk boyfriend, you thanked Roy and put Jason to bed ASAP. He came home catching a cold. Throwing up in the toilet soon after. Jay can usually hold his liquor, but it was different I suppose. I wonder whys that.  The symptoms showed up the morning after. Coughing and sneezing every so after. You scolded Jason for getting sick but quickly got to work to get him in better health. 

Leaving Jason in bed, treating him by giving him hot drinks. Placing a warm and damp towel on his head. Rubbing his stomach and back in ointment to help. You were headed to the kitchen to prepare some soup for him. Before that could happen, Jason grabbed your hand. 

“Thank you, my love, for your help.” He put his hand to his mouth to block the cough. “But let me help you with some of the food.” His voice was strained by all the coughing. Lazily sitting up in bed. No longer laying down but sitting upright. 

Eyes widening and concern taking over. Sitting on the bed, you placed a hand on his back and rubbed it in circles. Jason leaned his head on your shoulder. “Don't worry about that right now Jay. I need you to try a get better ok. I'll take care of the food for today or however long it takes for you to feel better.” You give him a peck on the forehead. “And before you get any ideas. You're not going out on patrol until you start feeling better.” 

Jason laughed at the last comment. “Whatever you say, commander” Jason picked up his head from your shoulder and grabbed a nearby hoodie. Slipping it over his head. Grabbing a light blanket and wrapping it over his head. He was ready to leave the bedroom. “Would you like me to be in the living room? Commander?”  

Rolling your eyes. “I suppose, but you better not leave that seat. Until the food is finished. I'll be watching you.” Doing the gesture of pointing at your eyes and then to his. His signature chuckle escaped his mouth. Not adding any more to the conversation jay left to go into the living room 

After fixing the bed, you followed suit out the door, your destination was the kitchen instead. Opening cabinets and picking some broth. Putting it in a pan, you placed it on the stove and warmed it up. Cutting up fresh ingredients and adding them into the broth after, along with the chicken. After some time, the soup was ready to eat. 

Getting out two bowls and carrying them to the table you called out for Jason to join you. You didn't notice before, but Jason’s nose was as red as Rudolph's. Without the direct lighting, it wasn't too noticeable. With the overhead lighting shining directly above it was another story. 

Jason notices your eyes focusing on a specific spot on his face. “Hmm”, he wonders what's wrong. Was there something on his face he forgot to wipe off from last night? Pointing to your nose he goes cross-eyed for a moment to check it out. Without perfect vision, he can clearly see the tint of red forming. “How long has that been there?” 

“I don't think it's been there too long, I just recently noticed.” Walking closer to him you inspect it on a closer scale. Hand in chin you lean closer to his nose, for comedic effect. “It's suits you… I got my own reindeer now!” You smile at him. Teasing him.  

Jason simply scoffed at your comment. It was something he could imagine himself saying to you if you were in his situation. You went over to the fridge and picked out some cold medicine. Measuring it out you gave it to Jay before he could start on the soup. Taking it all in one gulp. His Adam's apple bobbing along his throat. The aftertaste was terrible. Making a sour face, he is adamant about eating the soup quickly to wash it down. 

Jay went over to the seat, you handed him some more tea you brewed earlier to help his sickness. You joined him in the accompanying chair. He thanks you once more for all your effort. Jay thinks you spoil him with all your affection. But thankful, nonetheless. 

The soup bowls eventually emptied, and are now found in the stomachs of you two. Jason picks them up and heads to the sink, the blanket still atop him. Quickly cleaning them and putting them on the drying rack he joined you back at the table.  

“What's on the schedule today my love?” His voice sounds a bit better, but still a bit croaky. Jason is leaning on the table looking directly at you. Wrapping himself up with the blanket tighter.  

The thoughts of finishing that show the two of you started flashed through your mind.  You also had a couple of errands that needed your urgent attention. Just some online work that you need to catch up on. You swear to yourself every time that you won't procrastinate again. But earlier attempts resulted in failure to change. Today was going to be different! While in deep thought you hear a huge sniffle come from Jason. Followed by more coughs. Ugh that paper can wait until tomorrow. You had a 6’0 man to tend to. He needed your attention more.  

Pushing your chair away from the table and leaning into jay . "We can just have a lazy day together. How about we catch up on that TV series we started a while back! What was it called again? Arcane?”  

Jay flashed a look of surprise; he forgot the two of you were in the middle of that series. Jason really liked Vi as a character but related more to Jinx. ‘That sounds like a plan y/n.” Standing up, he spreads his arm out. His blanket followed his arms, giving him a pretend cape like his adoptive father. Jason picks you up. Slightly lifted off the floor. Jason squishes you against his body, he then heads over to the living room carrying you in his hands.  

Walking past the shelf full of photos and ceramics the two of you painted together recently. Plopping you down on the sofa. Then grabbing the remote. Handing it over to you. He opens the shutters and is met by a pale blue light. The Light is the tint of blue because of the clouds covering the sky. Heavy clouds, it was going to rain later. Jason eventually sits right next to you, resting his head on your lap getting comfortable. Jay looks up to you and gives you the best smile he can muster.  

The corners of his mouth stretched from ear to ear, eyes tightly closed shut. To top it all off with his reindeer nose. He looked like a little kid you thought. Cherishing the moment, all you could do was smile back. Reaching in your pocket without bothering Jason. You Tried to sneak a photo; you were successful in that. But the flash was on, and Jason knew at once. Opening his eyelids his first thought was to snatch the phone and delete it. You both knew each other's passwords. There was nothing incriminating on there, you two had complete trust in each other.  

Jason was wrestling you for a while. The blanket that covered him was long gone now. Tossed to the other couch so he can move more freely. You were successful in defending your phone from him. Jason would try and say he was going easy on you. But you knew he was lying. Jason caught you off guard when you tried to escape. Pushing you down on the couch and hovering on top of you. Looking down at you, his body blocking any sunlight illuminating your body. Casting a direct shadow on you. His heavy breath was felt on your skin. Leaving goosebumps with every exhale he took.  

Speechless, you didn't know what the next move was. You couldn’t wiggle out, he was caging you with his arms. So, the best plan of action was to Boop his cherry nose. When contacting the tip, you could feel the heat on his skin. Blood gathering near the surface gave him that reddish tint. He was taken aback, his hands and arms somewhat shaking.  

“Please Jason, I beg you… let me keep the photo. I promise I'm not going to do anything with it. Just my personal enjoyment. 

“Your dead set on keeping that photo huh.” You shook your head yes while underneath him. “Ah, I guess you can keep it.’ Jay rolled his eyes and then plopped on top of you. Letting out a grunt jay was laying on your chest. "But it stays between us” His face to the tv screen. After a few moments, “You going to start it, or not?” His jaw gnawing at your stomach as he said it. Grabbing the remote under all the mess the two of you caused, you started the show. Hopefully, Jinx will come to her senses by the end of this show...