||@einlov said: How would Jason help his procrastinating s/o? Btw, your blog is cute! Jason is officially my favorite character in DC. Stay safe! ❤️ ||
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Jason just wanted to help out Y/N, who had been procrastinating doing some college work, it wasn’t that they didn’t want to do it, well actually it was exactly that. They just didn’t want to do it.
“Baby?” Jason said as he walked into the bedroom
Y/N was laying in bed, streaming a show they had seen enough times to quote it
“Shh, it’s getting to a good part babe.”
Jason crossed his arms and looked at them
“Y/N.”
“Jay!”
Jason sighed and stood in front of the tv, Y/N whined and paused the show as they stared at Jason
“You gotta get your work done.”
“I will, I’m almost finished with this season, there’s ten episodes left!”
Jason sighed once more and grabbed the remote from them before he yanked the power cable out of the tv
“It’s for your own good baby.”
He hid them somewhere Y/N wouldn’t look.
“Fine.” They pouted and got up and went into the dining room where their laptop sat on the small table
Jason followed after, he just wanted them to do their work and do good. He smiled when he saw them working. He grabbed them a snack and something to drink.
“Look at you.”
He smiled and stood behind them, he set the snack and drink next to them. He kissed the top of their head
“As soon as your finished, I promise we can watch that show you like and cuddle.”
“Promise?”
“I promise baby.”
He walked Into the living room and sat down, watching some YouTube videos quietly, a few minutes later he heard some music and laughing. He got up to investigate. Y/N was watching the show on their laptop
“Aw come on babe.” Jason sighed and sat next to them, he turned off the show
“I will sit here and watch you, just so you get your work finished.”
“I’m not a child.”
“Right, you’re not, but I just wanna help you.”
“Fine.”
They sighed and opened up their word document, Jason glanced to what they were doing, it was English, one of his favorite subjects in school, he knew that Y/N struggled just a bit, so he decided to help.
“Here, let me help you.”
Jason got up, and picked them up from the chair they sat in with ease, he sat down and set them in his lap
“Okay so this line means-“
he stopped and looked at Y/N who had shifted and looked at him
“What?” He smiled, a dumb grin on his face
“Nothing, I just love you.”
Jason’s cheeks flushed
“I love you too.”
He kissed their cheek and went back to explaining the assignment and helping them the best he could
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Jason asked, he was dressed in his Arkham Knight uniform, Y/N nodded as they slipped their hand into his. They glanced to Jason as he looked to them, his eyes looking especially blue.
It was Halloween Night, Jason was taking the city from Bruce. But before that war, Jason was going to get Y/N out of the city. Jason wasn’t good with emotion, but he knew he loved Y/N. He was ready to end it all to be with them. Even if it meant death. Sure that was an extreme, but he meant it.
They had their ups and downs, fighting about how Jason was careless and reckless, fighting about how Y/N wasn’t being careful when they went into the city.
“Look, Y/N, I-… I…” Jason chewed on his lip as he looked to the floor
“I know Jay.” They nodded and looked to him, Jason nodded back
Y/N knew how much Jason cared, after everything, the fighting, the breaking and making up, they knew. They always did. Jason had expressed once in a drunken stupor that he would rob a Liquor store if they asked, that he would drive with them to the end.
Jason pulled down his Arkham helmet. One of his guys would be coming to take Y/N away any minute now. Jason walked into the room he held the Commissioner in. Jason knew that it was either give up and let Bruce win, or give it his all and prove that Bruce was nothing but a rich boy with daddy issues playing dress up. Winner takes Gotham.
Jason could only think of Y/N in that moment his Arkham helmet was beaten off him, revealing who the Arkham Knight really was to Bruce. It was very unlikely how someone as sweet and caring as Y/N could end up with Jason. But thinking of their relationship was like a beautiful tragity.
Y/N was rushed into a car and taken to a safe house just outside Gotham City. They watched the live stream as Scarecrow had gotten Bruce. Injecting Bruce with lethal amounts of fear toxin.
They watched a figure came swooping from the shadows and knocking away Scarecrow, they had a small smile as they saw the red symbol. Red Hood. A back up plan Jason had.
Jason stepped into the safe house
“Y/N?’ He called out
Y/N ran from the living room and into Jason’s arms
“Hey.” He smiled softly and rubbed their back
“It’s okay. Things will be better.” He said, his voice soft
Y/N was the only one for Jason, Jason was the only one for Y/N, Jason never needed to show how much he cared, or express it cause Y/N knew. They just knew.
Jason pulled back to press a soft kiss to their lips, Y/N kissed back before they each pulled away
“I love you.”
He gazed into their eyes as he said those three words that seemed to mean a lot.
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The damn ringing was back. He tapped his nails against the desk to drown it out, anything to make that dreadful noise stop. It started when he was a child, he got hit in the ear with a baseball and got a pretty bad concussion. It drove him nuts, horribly absolutely nuts. Tinnitus, the cause of ringing in the ear, causes depression and anxiety in most. Tim tapped his foot and tried to drown it out with any sort of noise, but it seemed so much louder.
“Tim. Stop. You’re disrupting the class.” He looked at the teacher from under the fringe of his black hair
“S-sorry.” He muttered, Tim got jittery when the sound came, he couldn’t focus.
Teachers never understood his issue, figured it was something he made up for attention or something like that. He looked at the white sheet of paper in front of him, they were suppose to be taking a test, but that god damn ringing. Tim tried to focus on a different noise, one that wouldn’t hurt his ears, the clock was too deep, the sound of chalk on the board was too creaky, the expo marker on the whiteboard was too squeaky. And then he heard it. The band room was right under his math class, he loved A days, it was the only time he got to hear the voice of the girl who made the ringing stop. He never knew who she was but he thanked god for her.
“Sweet dreams are made of this.”
Tim heard the familiar techno beat, it was like the beat followed her voice and matched with it, instead of her voice being matched to the beat.
“Who am I to disagree.”
He smiled as the ringing stopped, he looked down at the math sheet and flew through it, turning it into the teacher before leaving. Tim had to find this girl, for the last three years he had heard her sing but never got to know who she was. She was the only person who could stop that damn ringing in his ears. He made his way down the stair case, the band room was quiet from this point in the school, everyone else besides a select few were in the halls. The ringing was back and this time loud enough to want to drop him to his knees, he felt tears pooling in his eyes. Tim quickly made his way to the band hallway and he heard the voice again
“Some of them want to abuse you”
he found the band room she was in. It was the old auditorium that they used for vocal practice. People came into watch all the time, so it wasn’t the big of a deal when Tim walked in. The techno beat bounced off the walls. Nobody was in here but the girl that paced on the stage, she stopped once she heard the loud door click. The music stopped and the ringing returned
“Oh. Hi.” She tapped her foot.
“H-hi.” Tim’s face went red, even her regular speaking voice was beautiful.
“I’m Y/N.”
The tap-tap-tapping of her foot quickened
“You’re Tim right?” He nodded and he slowly made his way closer to the stage
“Y-you have a lovely voice.” He could see her more clearly now, not so blinded by the very few lights on in the room.
“Oh thank you.” She smiled,
“why are you tapping your foot?” He’s asked out of the blue
“Oh, uh, I didn’t realize I was doing it.” Tim took a deep breath and tried to center his thoughts, the faint ringing was happening. The girl bit lip
Y/N started at the boy, she knew about the ringing in his ears, hell everyone did. She felt bad for the kid.
“How come you came in here?” Tap-Tap-Tap went her foot
“Your singing makes the ringing stop. Keeps me sane during math.” He chuckled a little and climbed onto the stage, sitting in one of the chairs
“you’re tapping again, you’re like happy feet.”
Y/N tried to stop herself but it was hard, if she didn’t have sound, the voices in her mind clogged her brain and made her feel sick to her stomach. Sedatophobia, the fear of silence, often found in teenagers who have been diagnosed with depression and anxiety. She sat In the other chair and tapped her finger nails against the plastic seat.
“My singing helps you?” Tim nodded
“It’s soft, I can’t listen to music much anymore due to my ears. Can’t go to concerts, listen to my favorite bands from before. But your singing, it- it helps.”
He didn’t know what he was admitting this to the girl who for three years was his unknown therapy. Y/N nodded
“What does it feel like? The ringing.”
She mentally scolded herself
“It hurts. It makes my brain feel fuzzy and sometimes it gets to the point of making me want to cry.”
Y/N nodded again “It makes me feel crazy, sad, anxious. The ringing makes it so I can’t focus, it’s hard sometimes. There’s nothing I can do to make it go away but you singing, it makes it stop. So thanks.”
She smiled, for the first time in what felt like years, she didn’t tap or make a noise. His voice was nice, it was smooth, not like most sixteen year old boys who had voice cracks a lot. He made the silence leave her alone. Tim looked at his shoes
“I don’t mean to be weird but will you sing for me?” Her eyes lit up
“I got an idea, let me see your phone.” He handed his phone and she looked up something
“A couple weeks ago I got bored and uploaded this to YouTube. It’s just a vocal track, no loud music, no background noise, just my voice.”
She plugged in her headphones and placed them over Tim’s ears. The soft sounds of her voice flooded his ears.
"Drink up baby, stay up all night.”
Y/N watched as he shut his eyes, his body flooding into absolute bliss. The next three months were bliss for the two. He always had earbuds in, listening to her voice. Tim got approval to change classes around just so he could spend third period with Y/N in the vocal room.
Today was a bad day for Tim, he had these sometimes. The anxiety laced with depression, or maybe it was the other way around, depression laced with anxiety. The ringing wouldn’t stop, his ear buds broke and his phone was being a dick. He walked into the vocal room, tears filling his eyes.
“It- it won’t stop Y/N.” Tim sniffled and covered his ears with his hands. She guided him to the stage and made him sit down
“Shh.. it’s okay. Shh..” they sat on the floor, she gently pulled his hands away from his ears.
“I got troubled thoughts and a self-esteem to match.” Tim slowed down his thoughts and focused in on her voice, closing his eyes.
“What a catch, what a catch.” He felt her cold hands on his warm cheeks, her thumbs swiped away his tears.
“I got troubled thoughts and a self-esteem to match.” When Tim opened his eyes, their faces were very close. He could smell her perfume, the one that smell like sweet vanilla cookies and the shampoo she used that was apricots and just how pretty her eyes were.
Tim never kissed a girl before, or anyone for that matter, he didn’t really know how, or what to do with his hands or if he should tilt his head or if it was okay to touch her. So many anxious thoughts went through his head before he just did it.
In that moment, everything stopped, the ringing in his ears, the voice in her head. The sound of the students passing by the room outside. It was just them in their own part of the fucked up, depression filled, doused with so much pain and anxiety, world. But it was their fucked up world. This felt natural, his lips pressed to hers, hers pressed to his.
|| Anon said: may I request fluff with Older!Damian x reader? Not too corny though, y’know? Maybe him using ‘beloved’ as a pet name for reader I am a sucker for that Thank you and keep up the good work!! ❤️ ||
|| Thank you Anon! I really liked this one, I tried to keep it sweet but not too cheesy. I really hope you like this anon! Much Love! ||
Love was not something that Damian had experienced in his twenty-two years, sure he loved his father and his step mother Selina, he had a love for his animals, Alfred, even his idiot brothers and sisters. But a romantic love seemed far fetched. He had spent years watching romantic movies trying to find the reason people found so much joy in them. He didn’t understand what love was until he saw her, Y/N Y/L. She was the definition of gorgeous, everything about her was amazing. Damian’s heart raced as he watched her laugh, her nose crinkled, her eyes squinted shut, her chest rose and fell.
It took a few months before Damian would admit to himself that he liked her, it took double that for him to tell her that he liked her. He had never been so happy to find out that she liked him too, he even smiled.
“Beloved?” Damian asked as he walked into the entry way to the manor, seeing Y/N standing there a duffel bag in hand “What’s wrong?” He gently grabbed her hand “Hi Dami, everything’s alright. Your dad called me after you told him that I’d be alone this weekend and invited me to stay. I wanted to surprise you.” Damian smiled softly as he kissed her knuckles “Lovely, I’ll show you to my room.” There wasn’t many times the two could have weekends alone together in the four years they had been dating, with Y/N having college and Damian having college, working with his father and his night career. The weekends they did get together were wonderful ones.
The two sat in the theater room watching whatever sounded good, Y/N was very understanding that Damian was not a touchy-feely person, that if she wanted something she needed to ask to make sure he was okay with it. She didn’t want to invade his space and upset him. “Dami?” She said softly and looked to him where he was. She smiled as she snapped a photo quickly, Damian was sitting with Titus at his feet and Alfred the cat laying across his shoulders “Yes beloved?” He looked to her “Could I lay in your lap?” She asked hopefully “Yes, I’d like that.” He nodded.
She moved her little pillow she was using to lean against the edge of the couch and his thigh. She shifted so she laid her head on the pillow. Damian helped her get comfortable, pulling the blanket up and over her shoulder “Comfortable beloved?” He hummed, Y/N nodded “Yeah I am.” She smiled to herself. “Good.” Damian moved one hand to played with her hair, raking his nails against her scalp to massage her head and get her into a state of absolute bliss. “Hey Dami?” She yawned softly “Yes Y/N?” She shifted a bit “I love you, it’s okay if you don’t feel comfortable saying it back.” She yawned again, they hadn’t said I love you before, while it might just seem like three small words, it meant a lot. Damian felt his heart flutter “I love you too Y/N.”
