#redhood x male reader
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
Note
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.
———
Directory
#prismuffin#x male reader#male reader#x reader#prisask#dc imagine#jason todd x reader#jason todd x male reader#dick grayson x male reader#dick grayson x reader#tim drake x male reader#tim drake x reader#batboys x male reader#batboys imagine#batboys x reader#batboys#batbros#dc x male reader#dc fanfiction#dc universe x male reader#dc universe imagine#redhood x reader#redhood x male reader#nightwing x reader#nightwing x male reader#robin x reader#robin x male reader
681 notes
·
View notes
Text
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.
━━━━━━━━━▼━━━━━━━━━
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.
━━━━━━━━━▼━━━━━━━━━
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-
━━━━━━━━━▼━━━━━━━━━
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!
━━━━━━━━━▼━━━━━━━━━
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.
━━━━━━━━━▼━━━━━━━━━
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.
━━━━━━━━━▼━━━━━━━━━
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.
━━━━━━━━━▼━━━━━━━━━
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!
━━━━━━━━━▼━━━━━━━━━
*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?
━━━━━━━━━▼━━━━━━━━━
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!
━━━━━━━━━▼━━━━━━━━━
[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!
━━━━━━━━━▼━━━━━━━━━
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
#dc#dc x reader#dick grayson#dc x y/n#jason todd#tim drake#nightwing#tim drake x reader#red hood#redhood x reader#nightwing x male reader#nightwing x reader#redhood x male reader#red robin#alfred pennyworth#bruce wayne#batman x reader#bruce wayne x reader#dc x male reader#cassandra cain#stephanie brown#duke thomas#damian wayne#robin
500 notes
·
View notes
Text
"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.
_____________________
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.
#batfamily#dc comics#jason todd#red hood#jason todd headcanon#jason todd x reader#dc imagine#fanfic#jason todd fanfiction#jason todd death#jason todd × male reader#jason todd × neutral reader#jason todd × you#red hood headcanon#red hood angst#jason todd angst#jason todd deserves better#jason todd drabble#redhood x reader#red hood dc#redhood × neutral reader#redhood x male reader#redhood × you#red hood fadom#red hood drabble#jason todd robin
199 notes
·
View notes
Text
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.
#dc comics#dc#dc red hood#dc redhood#red hood#Jason Todd#red hood dc#jason todd x y/n#jason todd x you#jason todd x male reader#jason todd x reader#red hood x gender neutral reader#red hood x male reader#red hood x you#red hood x reader#red hood x y/n#dc incorrect quotes#incorrect quotes#inccorect quotes#incorrect quotes generator#source: unknown#source: incorrect quotes generator
1K notes
·
View notes
Text
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
#dc smut#bottom male reader#x male reader#x male y/n#drabble#one shot#redhood#jason todd#jason todd x you#jason todd x y/n#jason todd x male reader#dc#dc x male reader#praise k!nk#aftercare#fanfic#short little smut drabble to de-stress
865 notes
·
View notes
Text
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.
#duke thomas x reader#duke thomas#jason todd x reader#jason todd#gender neutral reader#redhood#dc x reader#dc x fem!reader#dc x male reader#batman#signal x reader#redhood x reader#smut#drabble#my thots#I have 2 submissions tomorrow but writing motivation go brrrrrr
38 notes
·
View notes
Text
Yandere Oneshots
Joy To My World (Yandere Joy X Male Reader)
Red Birthday (Yandere Irene X Male Reader)
The Bitch In Bali (Yandere Ahin X Male Reader)
Mother (Yandere Yoona X Male Reader)
Pain, Torture, Acceptance (Yandere Nana X Male Redhood Reader)
Hurt (Yandere Jessica Jung X Male Reader)
Love Is Weird Isn't It (Yandere Seo Hyunjin X Male Reader)
Dangerous Game (Yandere CL X Male Reader)
My Crazy Ex Gf Is Driving Me Crazy (Yandere Ex GF Sohee X Male Reader)
Thirst (Yandere Heejin X Male Reader)
Jealous. (Yandere Idol Gaeul X Childhood Friend Male Reader)
Sadistic Lovers (Yandere Asylum Patient Irene X Male Reader)
Don't Go (Yandere Rosé X Male Reader)
Cursed Fate (Yandere Minju X Male Reader)
ISOLATED (Yandere Sana X Male Reader)
Desire To Love (Yandere Lisa X Male Reader)
Remembrance Yandere Ex Wife Chaewon X Male Reader)
Pray And Worship (Yandere Yoona X Male Reader)
Forbidden Boundaries (Yandere Stepsister Yeseo X Male Reader)
My Personal Butler (Yandere Princess Wonyoung X Male Butler Reader)
Forbidden Desire (Yandere Older Sister Chengxiao X Male Reader)
Caught In The spider's Trap (Yandere Sub Karina X Male Reader)
Total Submission (Yandere Dom Jihyo X Male Reader)
The Dark Descent Into Madness (Yandere Stepsister J X Male Reader)
Manager Oppa Is Mine (Yandere Rei X Male Manager Reader)
Cold Skin (Yandere Mina X Male Reader)
Slave 4 Life (Yandere Vampire Princess Giselle X Male Reader)
Deadly Classmate (Yandere Classmate Takara X Male Reader)
Broken Wings (Yandere Younger Sister Kazuha X Male Older Brother Reader)
Devil In Disguise (Yandere Xiaoting X Male Reader)
A CEO Stole My Boyfriend (Yandere CEO Minji X Male Reader X Hanni)
The Predator Within (Yandere DOM FWB Haewon X Male Reader)
The Arranged Marriage (Yandere Winter X Male Reader)
Her Idol Crush (Yandere Yunjin X Male Reader)
My Savior (Yandere Rich Girl Karina X Male Reader)
The Devil Within Her (Yandere Eunbi X Male Reader)
My Obsessive Female Mentor (Yandere Jiheon X Male Reader)
Our Perfectly Normal Lovely Relationship (Yandere Mina X Male Reader)
The Debt-Collector (Yandere Debt-Collector Ahin X Male Reader)
Ruined Photos (Yandere Hanni X Male Reader)
Punishments (Yandere Chaeryeong X Male Reader)
Order Up Anyone? (Yandere Bahiyyih X Male Reader)
Dangerous Melody (Yandere Lily X Male Reader)
Stuck With The Ice Cold Princesses (Yandere ITZY Ot5 X Male Reader)
Injured (Yandere Rei X Male Reader)
Hello Neighbor (Yandere Hayoung X Male Reader)
Want You Back (Yandere Winter X Male Reader)
Classroom Troubles (Yandere Sana X Yandere Sullyoon X Male Reader)
Make U Mine (Yandere Gahyeon X Male Reader)
Snap! (Yandere Gaeul X Male Reader)
My Sassy Senior (Yandere Ryujin X Male Reader)
Perfect (Yandere Xinyu X Male Reader)
Where You Belong (Yandere Aespa Ot4 X Male Reader)
Under Her Guidance (Yandere Professor Arin X Male Reader)
Stuck With U (Yandere Sohyun & Hyeju X Male Reader)
His Innocence (Yandere Mina & Kazuha X Male Reader)
Attention (Yandere Student Danielle X Male Teacher Reader)
Lose My Breathe (Yandere Aespa Ot4 X Male Reader)
As It Was (Yandere Idol Chaewon X Male Idol Reader)
Answer Me (Yandere Yujin X Male Reader)
Odd Atelier (Yandere Jennie X Male Idol Reader)
Nobody But Me (Yandere Seoyeon X Male Reader)
My Stepsisters Is Obsessed With Me (Yandere SNSD Ot9 X Male Reader)
Scared To Lose You (Yandere ILLIT Minju X Male Reader)
More Than Friends (Yandere Jisoo X Male Reader)
21st Century Vampire Princess (Yandere Vampire Princess Karina X Male Reader
It Should Be Me (Yandere Yooyeon X Male Reader)
Guardian Angel (Yandere Haewon X Male Reader)
Here With Me (Yandere Isa X Male Reader)
Mafia's Lover (Yandere Mafia Rosé X Male Reader)
Fuck It, Your Ours Now (Yandere Bae & Lily X Male Reader)
The Fallen Seraphims (Yandere Le Sserafim X Male Reader)
Dangerous Game (Yandere Yujin X Male Reader)
My Boss Wants Me Like... Really Really Bad (Yandere CEO Jisoo X Male Reader)
Life Goes On, Unless When It Doesn't (Yandere Ahyeon X Male Reader)
My Chaebol Bully Is Crazy Over Me) Yandere Sohyun X Male Reader)
Not The Same. (Yandere Eunbi X Store Owner Y/n)
Her Fountain Of Youth (Yandere Taeyeon X Younger Male Reader)
#kpop#kpop x reader#kpop x y/n#x male reader#beautiful#update#yandere blog#yandere girl#yandere stories#yandere#im obssesed#obssesive#obssessed#obsession#obsessive love#obsessive yandere#actually obsessive#obsessive thoughts#gore lover#blood#sadistic#domgf#scary
69 notes
·
View notes
Text
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.
___________________
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.
#jason todd#g/n reader#jason todd x#jason todd x gender neutral reader#jason todd x reader#jason x read#jasontodd#red hood#redhood#batfamily#batfam#self insert#comforting#jason x fem reader#jason x male reader#jason todd x fem!reader#jason todd x male reader#jason todd x gn!reader
484 notes
·
View notes
Text
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.
#tw daddy kink#tw self harm#x male reader#male reader#male reader insert#reader insert#reader fic#roman sionis#roman sionis x male reader#roman sionis fanfiction#redhood and the outlaws#mlm fiction#mlm fanfic#that's pretty much how my day went yesterday except for the comfort although i imagines this scenario at least#and since i couldnt write the fic yesterday i wrote it today#if anyone ends up reading this - i hope you enjoy it and possibly find comfort#youre never alone and i love you
67 notes
·
View notes
Text
Jason Todd X Male Reader
-
|| Masterlist ||
-
@nightingales-posts
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.
-
-
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.
—
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.
#batman#bruce wayne xmale reader#bruce wayne x male reader#jason todd x male reader#jason todd#dick grayson#dick grayson x male reader#tim drake x male reader#damain wayne
596 notes
·
View notes
Text
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.
All Masterlists @melyalizarchive
Connect with me! AO3 / Instagram / Pinterest
DONATE or REQUEST
--------------------
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.”
-GET TAGGED!-
Forever tag:�� @the-shadow-of-atlantis @coffee-randomness @0hmydeku @xx3fsxx @daisyboobear @jason-redhood @hello-i-lovespiderman-blr @pinkwitch21 @tomhncharliep @cdwmtjb8
#Bucky Barnes#Bucky Barnes fluff#bucky barnes x y/n#Bucky Barns x Reader#Bucky Barnes x you#Bucky barnes ship#Marvel ship#Bucky Barnes request#my writing
7 notes
·
View notes
Text
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.
━━━━━━━━━▼━━━━━━━━━
Jason: *sighs* I have no friends...
Y/n:
Y/n: *coughs* Bitch, what am I? A roach?!
━━━━━━━━━▼━━━━━━━━━
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
━━━━━━━━━▼━━━━━━━━━
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?
━━━━━━━━━▼━━━━━━━━━
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
━━━━━━━━━▼━━━━━━━━━
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
━━━━━━━━━▼━━━━━━━━━
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
━━━━━━━━━▼━━━━━━━━━
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
━━━━━━━━━▼━━━━━━━━━
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
━━━━━━━━━▼━━━━━━━━━
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
━━━━━━━━━▼━━━━━━━━━
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
━━━━━━━━━▼━━━━━━━━━
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?
━━━━━━━━━▼━━━━━━━━━
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
━━━━━━━━━▼━━━━━━━━━
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?
━━━━━━━━━▼━━━━━━━━━
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
━━━━━━━━━▼━━━━━━━━━
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
━━━━━━━━━▼━━━━━━━━━
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?
━━━━━━━━━▼━━━━━━━━━
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
━━━━━━━━━▼━━━━━━━━━
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-
━━━━━━━━━▼━━━━━━━━━
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
━━━━━━━━━▼━━━━━━━━━
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!?
━━━━━━━━━▼━━━━━━━━━
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
━━━━━━━━━▼━━━━━━━━━
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
━━━━━━━━━▼━━━━━━━━━
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
#dc x male reader#dc x reader#dc#BatFam#batman#bruce wayne#dick grayson#dick grayson x reader#nightwing x male reader#nightwing x reader#nightwing#Jason Todd#jason todd x reader#jason todd x male reader#red hood#redhood x reader#red hood x male reader#Tim Drake#tim drake x reader#Red Robin#Damian Wayne#robin
398 notes
·
View notes
Text
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.
(DC masterlist)
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.
#jason todd#dc comics#dc universe#jason todd x reader#red hood#jason todd x male reader#jason todd x you#fanfic#dcu#batman universe#male reader#fem reader#gender neutral reader#dc imagine#imagine#jason todd x y/n#jason todd x gender neutral reader#jason todd x fem!reader#redhood x reader#redhood X male reader#red hood x you#red hood x reader#red hood x y/n#reader insert#dc x reader
275 notes
·
View notes
Text
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
______________________________________________________________
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.
______________________________________________________________
Marvel Tag list:
@aboveaverage-fangirl
@acacheofstrange
@affleck40
@alioop3818
@allyp1023
@aquabrie
@attorneyl
@aya-fay
@barnes-dameron
@barnesnoble13
@cecedofficial
@chill-out-imtheice-queen
@chipilerendi
@chrys-1029
@crownie-sr
@danishblondsmartass
@debbielovesbucky
@frenchzodiacgirl
@fuckthatfeeling
@glittercoveredsouls
@greeneyedgirls4
@gruffle1
@hardboiledegg21
@httpmcrvel
@iamwarrenspeace
@imcreepininyourheartbabe
@infinitepurity
@justreadingfics
@lilyoflothlorien
@littlenerdgirl16
@lloeppky
@lovely-geek
@melconnor2007
@minarawr
@mitra-k-w
@mmauricee
@natcad
@phoenixcaputo
@photography-to-all
@psychicwitchphilosopher,
@raisaioana71
@realgreglestrade
@redhood-jaybird24
@risingherorpg
@rogue-barnes-16
@sebstanwassup
@sick-twisted-death
@sofreakinmanyfandoms
@theonelittleone
@tremilyteapot
@trenchcoatdevilsworld
@vivianbabz
@void-imaginations
@wisestydia-15
@crazyonesarethebest
#scott lang imagine#scott lang x reader#scott lang fic#scott lang#Marvel x Y/N#marvel x reader#marvel x you#marvel fanfiction#marvel fluff
74 notes
·
View notes
Text
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.
(DC masterlist)
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.
#jason todd x fem!reader#fanfic#jason todd x you#jason todd x male reader#jason todd x reader#jason todd#jason todd × neutral reader#jason todd fanfiction#dc imagine#dc comics#dc universe#redhood x reader#redhood x male reader#red hood#redhood × neutral reader#fandom#dc × reader#jason todd x y/n#batfamily#jason todd x gender neutral reader#jason todd x gn!reader#red hood x male reader#Jason Todd fanfic#jason todd angst
152 notes
·
View notes
Text
Trash lll| Bruce Wayne × Child!reader
Summary: In a city where survival is your main objective, you do whatever it takes, including getting involved in Gotham's criminal world.
Warnings: Common comic book violence, weapons, corruption of minors (minors involved in crimes), reader with no gender specified, comment if you want to be tagged in the continuation.
(Chapter l, Chapter ll, Chapter lll, Chapter lV)
(Dc comics)
There were murmurs all around you, but you didn't make a point of paying attention to them. You stared at the car window as if there was something interesting there, but you didn't really pay attention, lost in your thoughts.
The streets weren't exactly the place you'd like to call home, but now in the direction of Wayne Manor, they were exactly the place you'd like to be, you didn't know the person sitting next to you and you didn't want to be with them, you'd learned not to trust and now you had your whole life in someone else's hands, it frustrated you.
A slight discomfort in the area around your stomach snapped you out of your thoughts. You put your hand on it, feeling the relief of the bandages even on top of the winter sweater you were wearing. That wound was a daily reminder of why you should stay with Bruce Wayne, even if you didn't like it.
"Can you hear me?" Bruce's voice stopped being a whisper and became clear to you, who just nodded in confirmation, which he didn't seem to believe. "We're almost there. I have to remind you that you're not completely healed, but you'll be fine soon." He had probably noticed the way your hand was on the exact spot of the wound.
"I'm not worried about that," you replied, your voice low and hoarse, since waking up in hospital you had made little point of using your voice, not very interested in talking to Jason (the man who was there with you almost every day), Bruce, the doctors or the wards, your main interaction was with Jason who, while you were awake, made a habit of watching television with you.
"Are you in pain?" Bruce asked calmly, not even looking at you, which for no apparent reason brought you a kind of comfort. You didn't answer the question, you felt some pain, but you couldn't identify what it was. Bruce looked away from you for a brief second, but didn't insist on talking, contenting himself with listening to the car radio.
There was an old man driving the car, and you watched him from a corner, trying not to show too much interest. You also noticed how Bruce looked at his watch every few minutes, as if he was waiting for something. You weren't curious enough to ask him about it, but you had another question that you thought he could answer.
"Do you know who shot me?" Bruce's eyes shifted from the clock to you, something told you that the man driving the car was also paying attention to the conversation. "We don't know yet, we-” "Could you forget it?" You brutally interrupted him. "I don't want to go after..." your voice faded for a brief moment, Bruce didn't know if it was because the conversation had made you nervous or if it was just a lack of habit in using your voice.
You struggled for a moment, taking up the phrase "I don't want to go after them-, I don't want the police involved in this, okay?" You had a certain terror on your face, Bruce wondered who you thought had done this to you? Was there something he didn't know?
"Could you forget it?" You brutally interrupted him. "I don't want to go after..." your voice faded for a brief moment, Bruce didn't know if it was because the conversation had made you nervous or if it was just a lack of habit in using your voice.
You struggled for a moment, taking up the phrase "I don't want to go after them- this. I don't want the police involved in this, okay?" You had a certain terror on your face, Bruce wondered who you thought had done this to you? Was there something he didn't know?
"We'll talk about it later, but we can do things your way." He made it clear that the matter wasn't over, but the statement was enough to bring you some relief. You didn't trust Bruce to actually tell you anything. You knew he was aware of your criminal record (something he made a point of getting rid of), but he certainly didn't know everything.
The moment you arrived at the mansion, Bruce apologized to you, saying that he couldn't stay, but that Alfred (the one who was driving the car, now finally introduced) would take care of you. Right after that, the butler took you to the kitchen and offered you a lot of food. While you were in hospital, you discovered that your recovery was so difficult because of the state of your body, you were malnourished, which explained Alfred's insistence that you always try a little more food.
Alfred wasn't very talkative; while you were in his company, he only adjusted a few items in the kitchen while he waited for you to finish your meal (which got longer and longer after he offered you a new option). When you were finally satisfied, you were guided to a room that he said would be yours from now on. He said he'd be back soon to change your bandages, but that for now you had some time to settle into the room.
In the Batcave, Batman was updating some criminal files. The conversation between you kept going through his mind, he opened the file that belonged to you, all your information and crimes there. He was looking for something that had escaped his sight before, something that justified his fear that they would investigate who shot you.
He could hear footsteps approaching, Red Robin stopped beside him, also looking at your file. "He's got quite a file, why are you looking at it again?" Right after the question, the boy left a cup for Bruce on the computer desk. Bruce took the cup and thanked him with a slight nod. "I think I missed something," he replied before taking a sip from his cup of tea. "Well, he's upstairs, ask him those questions," Tim replied simply.
_____________________
Tag list: @lockofspades @anuttellaa @joudy78bes7er @anime-hair05 @amber-content @camilo-uwu @sparks0918 @redzluvvesage @drdoofenshmirtz124 @suninwalls @tenthmilo @rainnyydaysworld
#dc comics#batfamily#dc imagine#jason todd#red hood#batboys#batman fandom#jason todd x reader#bruce wayne × child reader#bruce wayne × reader#jason todd × child reader#batman family#batfam × batbro#batbro#batboys × reader#batsis!reader#dick grayson × batsis#batfam x batsis#batsis oc#batchild#batman × child reader#batfamily × child reader#jason todd headcanon#fanfic#tim drake × you#tim drake × male reader#redhood x reader
94 notes
·
View notes