“Your mother wouldn’t approve of how my mother raised me But I do, I think I do And you’re an all-American boy I guess I couldn’t help trying to be your best American girl”
He smiled against her lips as his hands gripped her hips tightly. He kept her body pressed tightly against him as they made out in a bathroom at Y/n’s venue for the night. Jason’s lips pressed against the soft skin of her neck, his lips were rough against the smoothness of a place he often littered with kisses.
“Meet me after the show?” She panted softly as one of his hands tangled in her hair, tilting her head to the side for more access.
Jason smiled before he placed another kiss against her jawline.
“Of course.” He hummed before pulling back to let her go finish getting ready.
After the concert had ended and Y/n had finished singing. Jason and her were bombarded after the concert with paparazzi being up in their business. Y/n covered her eyes from the flash of the cameras, holding Jason’s hand tightly.
Their relationship was always put in the limelight, he was the son of one of the richest men on the east coast and she was a well known musician. They made a pact they’d never say a word about the other, they were very private, but that didn’t stop them from being exploited. The cheating rumors, comments from inside sources that didn’t actually exist.
Sometimes it felt like the weight of the world was on their shoulders. Sometimes it felt like they could never have many moments alone. Someone always wanted something from one of them. It was three am, Jason had a cigarette hanging off his lips as the fog of the night felt heavy.
“I think it’s over.” She said softly and looked at him. Jason nodded and ran a hand through his hair.
“I know, it’s quite weird.” He said as he exhaled, smoke escaping with every word. He looked over at her, noticing the tears in her eyes.
“It’ll be okay. What we had was ours, nobody else’s. That’s the beauty of a secret. We get to keep it.” He said and passed the cigarette to her.
She took a deep inhale and nodded, flicking some ash out her window. She noticed how the windows were fogged, making her think of all the times they were fogged for a different reason, a reason she’d always remember.
It would be hard to think of a life without Jason, but she’d manage. She always did.
|| Warnings: little bit of toxic relationship, gun to head, small sex mention ||
|| Reposting this cause yeah ||
Every touch was a rush to him, her cool hands on his burning skin. Their relationship was purely lust, he knew that, but god did he want more from her but he had a image to uphold. It was torturous to him.
Jason watched as she got dressed, the straps of her dress being pulled over her shoulders, a cigarette hung off his lips as he laid in the wake of their aftermath
“Quit staring.” She teased and moved to straddle him, she leaned down and took the cigarette from him, she took an inhale and leaned down to kiss him, shotgunning the smoke into his mouth. Jason sat up, his hand wrapping around the back of her neck and pulling her in for a kiss. Her lips were soft against his.
Y/n giggled as she was sitting on the couch next to Jason, texting someone.
“Whose that baby?” He hummed
“Nobody. Don’t worry about it.” She snapped
He glanced over and caught a quick glimpse as a random dude was flirting with her
“What the fuck!” He yelled, he grabbed the phone as he got up
“Fucking give it back!” She yelled and got up
“You want this?” He opened the door to the balcony and threw it out, it felt nine stories
“What the fuck Jason?!” She screamed and gently shoved him
“Fuck you!” He snapped, she stormed into the bedroom and grabbed her overnight bag
“Where the fuck are you going?”
“I’m leaving.”
“No the fuck you’re not.”
Jason grabbed her arm as she walked passed, he knew he shouldn’t have thrown her phone, it wasn’t a good thing, they weren’t even dating, why did it matter that she talked to other dudes?
“Go fuck yourself.”
She tried to pull away but Jason tightened his grip a bit, she slapped him in retaliation. He gently pushed her against the wall and kissed her. She kissed back as his knee pushed in between her legs. Jason held her hands above her head as he kissed her neck.
Her clothes were shed as he carried her to his room, soft moans came from her mouth as he left a hickey on her neck. He gently tossed her on the bed before pulling off his shirt. She bit her lip and watched. He smirked and let his jeans fall down before stepping out of them.
“Fuck..” she whispered as ran her fingers through her hair
His boxers came off next as he crawled over her, his lips on hers, her legs on either side of his hips.
“I fucking ha-“ she gasped as he slipped his cock inside her
“What’s that princess?” He smirked
“I fucking hate you.”
“I know.”
He smirked before he started to pound into her, fucking away the anger.
Jason was now determined to make her his. Things were going pretty good too. He was dressed in his red hood outfit as he came into her apartment, she was sitting on the couch watching a show. He smirked and unholstered his gun, she always talked about how much she wanted him to put a gun to her head. He unloaded it and put the gun to the back of her head as he took his helmet off
“Y/n, I think it’s time we push past all this bullshit and admit that the feelings are there.”
She smirked and turned the tv off
“Oh yeah?” She hummed, she saw Jason nod in the reflection off the black tv screen
“Fine. I’ll be your girlfriend if that’s what you want so bad.”
She wanted it too, she couldn’t lie
“Don’t fuck me over. Don’t play your fuckin games. It’ll be dangerous.”
It was a very empty threat but it was more so just to go with the vibe of what was happening
“Pull the trigger.” She said
Jason pulled it without hesitation. The pistol making a click noise
“Empty, just like your threats. Now, fucking go take that shit off. We got movies to watch.”
She smiled softly. Jason chuckled and holster the gun before walking to her room to put on some clothes he left there for times like this. He could feel that things were going to be good for once.
|| Hello! May I have a Jason Todd x reader where they .. make out?.. you seem like the type of writer who loves to write angsty, beautiful fanfiction and I know this isn’t very…. meaningful… so I’m not sure if you’d want to write it but I’d like some smooches heh. Just some intimate smooching and nuzzling where the reader is in Jason’s big strong arms. You don’t have to write it if you don’t want to though. In the meantime I’m going to try and think of some good angsty ideas to request :D ||
|| Requests are open, Let me know if you wanna be tagged ||
Jason Todd was not one that knew how to give affection, being touchy feely was not in his body vocabulary.
So when Y/N came into his life, long after the trama of joker, learning to be affectionate was something difficult for him to learn.
He quickly grew to love cuddling, especially when they were on the couch, his arms wrapped around her, her head on his chest as she talked about whatever show they were watching at the time, or even just sitting in silence.
Nothing but the soft sounds of their breathing.
Kissing was another thing he grew very accustomed too. Her lips against his, her hands as they rested on his cheeks. The feeling he got when she’d smile against his lips or whisper soft I love you’s.
Make out sessions though, those could get spicy. Sometimes they happened in the early morning, between the sun peaking up from behind the buildings of Gotham and the smell of coffee filling their apartment.
Jason’s instant reaction when she’d crawl on top of him, was placing his hands on her hips. From there his hands roamed her body like she was wonderland.
She was wonderland to him.
She was everything, the moon, the stars, his first thought in the morning and the last one at night.
Between the I love you’s, the kisses and the cuddling sessions. Jason Todd, for once in his undead life, felt safe.
Bruce Wayne was currently sixteen, he was very outgoing. He had a small group of friends but even for a boy as outgoing as himself, there was one girl that made outgoing, charismatic Bruce Wayne, a shy boy.
Bruce picked Y/n up on the way to Gotham High school, she sat in the passenger seat, her hand rested on Bruce’s hand that was sitting on the center console. The two had been friends for some time now, they met due to their fathers working as surgeons, causing the two of them to grow as friends.
“Hey.. breathe.” She said softly, Bruce looked over to her at a red light, concerned dripped from her eyes, sometimes he seemed to forget how to breathe when she was around.
Bruce turned his attention back to the road that was covered in snow, his lips pulling into a small smile. His hand slipped into her smaller, softer one. His thumb ran over her knuckles, the small smile grew larger
“Bruce Thomas Wayne, is that a smile I see?” She giggled, causing Bruce’s heart to do a small flip
“Maybe.” He teased
The next day, Bruce was sitting in the living room, reading a book while his mother helped Alfred decorate the manor in Christmas decor. The phone started to ring. Alfred started to descend from the ladder he was on.
“No it’s alright Alfred, I got it.” Bruce smiled as he bookmarked his page and went to grab the phone
“Wayne residence?” Bruce hummed
“Bruce, It’s Y/n!” Bruce’s heart stopped for a moment as he smiled
“Hi! What can I do for you?”
“Would you like to come over and bake some Christmas cookies with me, I’m home alone currently and bored.“
Her voice was gentle, it was like hearing a song you love, it’s all you wanna hear. You could hear her smile. Home alone with a pretty girl, cookies, all pros. Cons, He was nervous.
"Bruce? Hello?” He jumped
“Uhm yeah! Yeah! I’ll be over in fifteen?” Bruce heard a small sigh of relief
“Perfect.” The line clicked and He ran to get changed. Alfred and Martha giving each other knowing smiles as Bruce rushed to his bedroom.
He found himself staring at the large front door, he gently pressed the doorbell, he could hear it echo through the large mansion. She opened the front door, she looked as beautiful as ever, she was all smiles as she stared at the boy.
“Hey! Come on in!” She grabbed his hand and pulled him into the house
Two dozen cookies later, they were covered in baking ingredients
“You’re horrible at this Bruce!” She laughed as he broke an egg into a bowl, getting shell in the batter
“Shit, shit, shit. Hey I never said I could cook dessert, only some meals! Besides I came here to be with you.” Bruce said as he fished the shell out with a spoon, Y/n went quiet as those words left Bruce’s mouth.
Bruce looked to her as she stared at him
“Really? You came over here to be with me?” She smiled softly at him
Bruce nodded as he blushed, he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck
“Well.. Yeah.. I like you.. You know.. Like.. more than a friend..” Bruce’s awkwardness really shined through at that moment, her eyes lit up more
“I do too..I have for a while.. But I didn’t want to ruin our friendship.”
“Y/n, You couldn’t ever ruin anything.” Bruce gently grabbed her hand
“You mean too much to me for anything to get ruined between us. I’d do anything for you, you know that, Now, come on pretty girl, lets finish these cookies, get cleaned up and then I’ll take you to my house and have some of Alfred’s world famous hot chocolate. We can even sit at the fireplace in the smaller living room and roast s’mores, make it our first date.”
“Bruce Thomas Wayne, you are the most amazing man I’ve ever met and I don’t know what I would do without you.”
Bruce smiled softly as he placed a kiss on her forehead, her cheeks flushing a pale pink
“I wouldn’t be amazing if I didn’t have you, Y/N Y/L.”
|| if you’re interested, would you be up to writing something about (best) friends-to-lovers with jason todd? it’s totally okay if u don’t want to for whatever reason! hope u have a nice day xx ||
|| I drew a lot of inspiration of what it’s like inside my head sometimes ||
Y/N let out a small sigh as she sat down, she was meeting her best friend, Jason, at a cafe down the street. She was stressed from work. She ordered her normal and waited for Jason to arrive.
The bell dinged that signaled the door opened. Y/N looked up as Jason walked in. She remembered the day they first met, a day very much like this one.
She was suppose to be met by a date, a date who never showed, she was crying in a booth when a tall muscular figure approached her
“Are you alright?” She looked up at the man with the deep voice, tears streaming down her face
“Yeah.. do you want the booth? I’m sorry.” She sniffled and started to get up
“No no, please, sit. Do you mind if I sit with you?”
He was tall, very muscular, his hair was a mess with jet black pieces sticking up every which way, a small white floof in the front. His eyes were blue, crystal blue. His form normally would intimidate her but something about him comforted her instead
“N-no..” she stuttered. The man slid into the booth
“Names Jason Todd. What’s yours?” He stuck out a gloved hand, it was winter and winter in Gotham was brutal even if you were inside
“Y-Y/N.. Y/N Y/L.” She shook his hand
“Well Y/N, why don’t you tell me why a gorgeous girl like you is crying?”
His eyes were soft, his lips were chapped, he gave her a look like she was the only girl in the place. His jawline was sharp, like it had been handcrafted by the gods. His appearance could be very intimidating, but it was like he had the aura of a puppy.
He sat there, looking at Y/N in a way that she couldn’t remember anyone ever looking at her before. He watched as she explained how she was suppose to be on a date with her ex boyfriend, they were going to try and see about getting back together, but he stood her up. The look was one of understanding.
Jason noticed how her hands shook as she talked, her eyes trained on the wood of the table. One thing led to another and she was spilling her whole life story to him.
She told him about her parents and how she remembered them fighting all the time, how she only ever saw her father cry once as her mother yelled about regretting getting married. How her father told Y/N that marriage seemed like a lost cause.
Y/N talked about her first high school boyfriend who told her that she wasn’t skinny enough to be voted homecoming king. She told him about the boyfriend who treated her like she deserved the world ended up dying a few days short of their one year anniversary.
She talked about the friends who meant so much to her but how she didn’t mean as much to them. The ones who loved her but left to let her grow without them. Her voice shook as she talked about her parents divorce, how messy it was, how uncomfortable. How vicious her mother could be.
Jason never once intrupted her, he sat and listened, and showed compassion when she needed it, gave a laugh when she told a funny story. Y/N rambled about how she feels like she’d never be easy to hold down, how her heart felt like it was damaged goods that couldn’t be returned cause someone threw the receipt away.
Once she opened her mouth, she couldn’t stop talking, someone had opened the flood gates and she couldn’t close them.
Y/N told him of the nights that she’s quiet, how she gets lost in her weeded mind. The nights she forgets about anything that’s appealing about her, how she loses her balance and falls into the abyss of thoughts that never seem to stop.
She talks about the nights she trips over her own feet and stumbles on her words. How her mind forces her to apologize over and over for the mess she made even if it wasn’t inherently her fault. She thinks to herself about how that look he’s giving her from across the table seems to calm her screaming mind.
She tells him that too, tells him about how that look seems to give her the shortcut to the labyrinth her brain built when it thought it was protecting itself. Jason smiles as she tells him that nobody has ever looked at her the way he has, with an understanding look, a smile that holds zero judgment or malicious intent.
They sat and talked for a few more hours after that, Jason telling her in exchange about his issues with his own self image, the war he fights in his mind. How he feels like he’s alone. That he’s in a wrestling match with his own mind, he’s about to get pinned and wants to tap out but find someone or something that keeps him fighting.
They ended up at Jason’s apartment, sitting on the couch, holding each other while watching a random hallmark Christmas film as a fresh layer of snow coats Gotham city. The fire crackles as she lays her head on his shoulder, his dog sparky laying at their feet. Their hot chocolate cooling enough to not scold their tongues.
Jason sat down across from Y/N
“What are you thinking about princess?” He hummed as he ordered his normal
“The day I met my best friend.”
Jason smiled softly
“That’s my favorite day Princess.” Y/N nodded with a smile, her stomach bubbling at the feelings she had for her male best friend.
|| If you’re able/free could you write a Tim Drake x reader oneshot? With a coffee induced and sleep deprived Tim working for days and the reader finally stepping in to drag him to sleep? Cuddles and fluff if you can. No pressure though! ||
|| Let me know if you want to be tagged ||
|| Requests are open ||
Tim had been up for a few days already, he had been analyzing a case that him and Bruce had been working on for a few weeks now. Coffee cups littered the desk as his fingers quickly typed away on his laptop, filling the room with the clicking noise. The room was pitch black, the blue tint of the screen lit up a small corner of the bedroom that Tim shared with is girlfriend of five years.
His eyes scanned the screen as he read what he was typing, stopping for a brief moment to take a sip of coffee, look over to the sleeping girl in bed and then back to the computer.
Y/N was always concerned when things like this happened, she was use to this happening when they were teens, but as of now it was like a form of harming himself. Not sleeping, not properly eating. She knew what Tim had gone through. Some days if she squinted and stared hard enough she could see the hint of the goofy teen that Tim was. Other days all she saw was the serious adult he had become.
She sat up in bed when she heard Tim leave the room to get yet another cup of coffee. She sat up, through on a shirt that was most likely Tim’s and went into the kitchen, Tim was leaning against the counter, the light from the stove illuminating the kitchen. The light was causing shadows on his shirtless body, showing off how toned he was. His face was lighten up, the bags under his eyes were darker than normal.
“What are you doing awake?” He asked as he looked in her general direction, she didn’t say anything at first
“I know you’re there babe.” He chuckled softly as he waited for the coffee to brew
She stepped out from around the corner and awkwardly brushed hair behind her ear, Tim waved her over. She walked into the kitchen, the linoleum squeaking under her light steps. Tim took a deep breath as he pulled her close, his arms wrapping around her, his head resting on hers.
“I know what you’re gonna say.. I know. I gotta stop doing this to myself.” He stroked her hair
“I’m working on it, I promise. It’s just hard to change my ways.” He let out a soft sigh
“Let’s go to bed okay?” She said softly, Tim nodded, not bothering to put up a fight
She gently grabbed his hand, leading him to the bedroom. She let him lay down before she snuggled in next to him, they held each other as Tim drifted off first. She gently kissed his forehead before she let herself drift off.
Y/n laughed as her and Dick laid in bed and he told her a cheesy joke. Dick smiled at the love of his life and pulled her close, gently cupping her face as he did so.
“You know Detective Grayson, you still never told me how you felt about me.”
Dick smiled softly as he gently stroked her cheek, admiring her face
“I’m so in love with you, Y/n. Every where i go, I’m reminded of you.”
Y/n blushed and giggled as Dick kissed her.
Dick left to go to work later that day, he was working a case on some gang activity in Gotham. Dick drew his gun as the team of police officers followed him to the door.
“GCPD, Open up!” He yelled and banged on the door, they had a lead on where the leader was and had evidence to bring him in
“GCPD!” He yelled and banged on the door before giving a nod to the officers, Dick kicked the door in and went in, being cautious. They found the gang leader holding a woman hostage, a gun to her head.
“Put the gun down.” Dick warned, the guy chuckled and pushed the gun to her temple
“Put. The. Gun. Down.” Dick warned again, the man still didn’t listen
A loud bang happened and Dick staggered back as another police officer shot the bad guy. Dick held his abdomen as he fell back, sputtering up blood.
At the hospital, Bruce and the rest of the family sat in the waiting room nervously to hear how Dick was.
Alfred had called Y/n, who instantly rushed over.
“I want to see him.” She demanded and Jason held her back
“You can’t, He’s in surgery.” Y/n cried, wishing she could just go back to that morning when they were laying in bed together
Y/n paced around before a doctor came out
“Family of Dick Grayson?” Y/n and Bruce instantly shot up
“I’m his father.” Bruce said, Y/n chewed her lip as she played with the necklace Dick had given her
“We did all we could… it’s best if you all say your goodbyes. He’s awake but just enough to hear you. Room 305.”
Y/n took off running to his room, so many bad thoughts were gong through her head.
She sobbed as she saw dick laying in the hospital bed, hooked up to a machine to help him breathe.
“Dickie..” She sobbed and gently grabbed his hand, the rest of the family came in. She decided to let them all say their goodbyes first.
“You can go say bye now..” Jason said softly and gently put his hand on her back
“Just.. give me a second..” She said softly and stared at the door, working up the courage. She stood from the chair, her legs shaking under her. Her legs seemed to have a mind of their own as she walked into the room, she sat in a chair next to Dick and took a deep breath
“I never knew that I’d have to say goodbye this soon.. I love you so much Dick, I never wanted to say goodbye.” She took a break and sobbed
“Please, make this all go away Dick, wake me up from this bad dream, hug me and tell me that its okay. That it was just a dream. I hate that I know that I’m losing you and I hate that there is nothing I can do to make things better.” She sniffled and grabbed his hand
“I still need you Dickie.. everyone still needs you.. I don’t know what to do without you.. It’s breaking my heart that I’ll never get to see you when I wake up, just know that you’ll always own my heart Dick, and you’re taking a part of it with you. Things will never be the same, and it hurts so bad.. Everyone is so proud of you.”
She kissed his hand gently
“I’m so happy that we met. I love you more than anything Dick. You will forever be my hero. It’s gonna be okay baby.. you don’t have to hang on anymore.”
And just like that, Dick flat lined.
A month later, Y/n sat with the family in the kitchen
“Jason?” She said softly as she sniffled
“Yeah?” He mumbled
“I can still see him and hear his voice.”
“Me too.”
“Do you think that I’ll ever forget what he looks and sounds like? Cause I’m so scared that one day I’m going to forget and I won’t know what to do.”
“I’m scared too” Jason sighed
Y/n sat with a few of her friends, they were trying to cheer her up but it wasn’t working
“What.. what was it like? Losing him?” One asked
Y/n took a deep breath as she started to explain
“Losing him was the worst thing that ever happened, having to say goodbye to him, learning to live without him, trying to fill the void in my heart from the hole that he left. Him dying was like hearing every single goodbye that I’ve ever heard all at once.” She sniffled and wiped her eyes
“The worst part was knowing that he was never coming home.”
Y/n sat down at her computer and started to type, she something caught her eye. A picture of her and Jason from when they were seventeen. Before chaos happened. Before there were two more broken hearted people in the world. She put the picture down so she didn’t have to see his big goofy grin as he held her in his arms.
She started to type again but her mind drifted to Jason, last she heard he was over in San Francisco helping his brothers with something.
She got up and went into her closet and grabbed out a box labeled ‘Jason’. It was filled with memories, good, bad, ugly. Memories are a funny thing, when you open a box full of them, you’ll remember things you’re not sure you want too. Like how they smelled on a certain day, how they held you, you’ll feel their hands on your body and hear their laugh in your ear.
She took a deep breath as she sat on her bed, she opened the box and pulled out the hoodie that sat on top. She brought the clothing to her nose and smelled the gun powder on it.
Things don’t last forever no matter how much you want them too, their breakup wasn’t something that happened right away, it was slow and painful. Then one day, they woke up and knew that it was over, the love they shared turned to dust.
She remembered the first time Jason went to San Francisco, he didn’t tell her till the last minute, they had gotten in a fight about it.
“Jason why wouldn’t you tell me this?!” She huffed as he packed
“Because, I didn’t think you’d care, why does it matter? This is my fuckin job!” Jason huffed as he half ass folded some clothes and stuffed them into a duffel bag
“You know what Jason, you can to San Fran-Fucking-Cisco, and enjoy the fucking ocean and everything else there. I’ll stay here, watching the fucking city lights and waiting for you. Like I always do.”
There wasn’t much they didn’t fight about anymore, they had been together for almost four years at that point, it was bound to happen. Y/n teared up as she remembered feeling like Jason was sliding away from her at that point.
Long ago, their relationship was amazing, they felt so amazing together, they felt like they finally found their importance, but now they felt lost.
Y/n cried as she looked through an album of their photos together, remembering the last fight they ever had.
Jason was packing his things as Y/n cried, neither could remember what started the fight
“I miss how we were when we were seventeen.” He mumbled
“God Jason move on! We aren’t seventeen anymore!” She raised her voice, her words cracking as she cried
“Everything’s changed!” He groaned as he threw something into his bag
“Of course things changed Jay! We aren’t who we use to be, we’re grown now!” She sniffled and wiped her eyes with her sweatshirt sleeve. She was scared of him leaving, scared of change.
Maybe that’s why things stayed the same for so long even though they weren’t happy at all. They walked on eggshells with each other. They tried so hard to get by with one another, they felt so much love for the other person but after a certain amount of time, they built up resentment.
Y/n sniffled as her fingers traced over Jason’s face, she grabbed her phone and looked through her contacts. She clicked his name and debated about calling him for a second before she pressed the button.
It rang and rang before she heard his voice in her ear
Jason gently held her hips from behind as she was applying her make up
“I do, makes the bar do well. You jealous?”
Jason smirked against her skin
“me? Never.” He kissed her neck gently
“come on baby, I gotta go.” Y/N closed her eyes and tried to hold back a moan
“Come on, just take one day off.” Y/N pulled back
“I can’t Baby. I gotta go to work.” She put her make up away before she turned and kissed him, she slipped out from his arms as she put on her thigh highs
“Aw come on..” Jason whined
“What?” She giggled
“Not the thigh highs.” He pouted and Y/N laughed
“Jay, why don’t you just come to work with me, you just can’t hit anybody.” Jason rolled his eyes
“Not fair, I’m going to have to kick like six guys ass with you dressed like that.” He pouted
“I’ll be okay, you know that.” Y/N stroked his cheek
“they treat you like you’re just a play toy for their pleasure.” She smiled softly
“But it’s you I come home too. The father of my cat.”
Jason laughed as he rested his forehead on hers
“Promise me you won’t get into any nights.” Y/N said
“I can’t promise anything.” Jason slipped on his leather jacket and his shoes.
Once they got to the bar, Jason sat at one end, he sipped a coke and rum as he admired Y/N, he ignored most of the guys who just flirted with her, it was the guys who’d touch her. He knew it was coming. It always happened after the female bartenders would get on the bar and do the ‘coyote ugly’ thing as Jason called it. The bar owner picked up the megaphone
“Kori please!” Jason yelled to her as the bar started to go insane, she was dating his older brother so they were good friends
“You gonna pay my rent Todd!”
She laughed before speaking into the megaphone
“Whose ready for a show!”
The whole bar was insanely loud. Y/N and the two other girls got up on the bar, Kori started the music and gave Y/N a microphone. Y/N smiled as she moved to stand in front of where Jason was sitting
“Some like beautiful, perfect and pretty, I see the good in the bad and the ugly, I need the volume one louder than ten. I put the pedal to the metal, needle into the red. If the windows ain’t shaking, Making my heart race, If I can’t feel it in my chest, I’m in the wrong damn place!”
Jason smiled as he watched his girl, she always had the voice of an angel, she looked so pretty
“I got a demon in my soul and a voice in my head, It’s saying go, go, go! I can sleep, when I’m dead, There’s a sonic revelation bringing me to my knees.”
Y/N slid down to her knees and rested her forehead on Jason’s
“And there’s a man down below that needs my sympathy”
Jason automatically leaned in for a kiss but in a instant she was standing back, Y/N smiled at him
“I got a ringing in my ears getting ready to burst. Screaming “hallelujah, motherfucker, take me to church"
The loud part of the music started and Y/N jumped backwards into the crowd to crowd surf. Jason always got a little worried when she did that, worried she’d get hurt or she’d mauled by hands.
After the show was over and the bar was cleaned up, Y/N was back to serving drinks, some guy bought her a drink so she did what they were trained to, take a drink and ‘wash it down with beer’ meaning they’d just spit it back into the bottle, Y/N always had tons of bottles full of it because guys thought the more drinks they bought, the more she’d sleep with them. It never worked.
She was serving someone next to Jason
“You looked amazing!” He yelled a bit since it was always so loud in there
“Thank you honey.” Y/N smiled at him before she hopped over the bar to take a drink to a table
“Hey sexy, can I get you to call me honey!”
Some guy laughed as she walked back, putting his hand on her ass, she smiled uncomfortably and the guy squeezed her ass. In a second Jason was grabbing the guy by the shirt
“Keep your fucking hands off my girlfriend.”
He snarled and guy decided to get in his face, bad mistake.
“Or what? You gonna have daddy come down and pay me to stop?”
Even worse, bringing his dad into this
“or maybe I’ll touch that pretty mommy of yours.”
And that was the worst. Bringing Selina into this.
Jason hauled off and punched the guy one time, dropping him unconscious.
“Jason!” Y/N yelled and pulled him back
“Come on, go sit down! Behave!” She yelled and he hesitated to listen. Y/N served the drink as the bouncers hauled the conscious guy out
“You can’t get bearing up my customers fuck head.” Kori said as she iced jason’s knuckles
“Not all of them. Only the ones that grope my girlfriend.”
Kori laughed a bit
“It happens dude, it happened when I was a bartender too.” Jason sighed
“How did dick deal with it?” He looked to Y/N and sighed
“He knew that I could handle myself, sure it doesn’t stop him from being worried but he knows I can handle some drunk guys groping me.”
Jason looked to Kori and nodded, he heard a faint yelp and he turned to look, Some guy was pinning Y/N to a wall. He shot up and tapped the guy on the shoulder
“Go away.” The guy said and Jason tapped him again
“fuck of-“ the guy started to turn around and Jason hit him
“Okay that’s enough.” Y/N tried to pull Jason but he shook her off as the guy got up
“You’re fucking dead dude.” The guy snarled and wiped blood away. Jason chuckled before the guy lunged at him and Y/N kept trying to tug Jason off
“Stop!” She yelled, soon the guys friends came over to help and it was Jason versus five guys
“Jason Peter Todd!” Y/N yelled and looked to Kori for help, Suddenly this started a huge bar fight, just everyone was fighting.
Kori and the two other girls hopped on the bar and started to throw ice into the crowd. Y/N made her way to the bar and started to soak the crowd with horribly cold water, she picked up the microphone as she kept spraying everyone, she was trying to divert everyone’s attention to her
“Oh make me over! I’m all I wanna be!”
She yelled as one of the other bartenders started the song
“a walking study in demonology! Hey so glad you could make it”
Everyone started to pay attention to Y/N as she walked across the bar, slowly pulling guys apart
“good job!” Kori yelled “Now go get your boyfriend!”
After kicking everyone out and cleaning up the bar, Y/N sat on the hood of the car, Jason stood between her legs
“I’m sorry.” She nodded “I know.”
Jason rested his forehead on hers “I love you bunny.”
She smiled “I love you too.”
He kissed her, he knew the guys he fought were near by. He flipped them off with one hand while his other hand went to Y/N’s shorts and unbuttoned them. He heard the guys scoff and walk off, his hand gently caressed her face
“It was kinda hot you fighting for me.”
Y/N smiled against his lips
“Yeah?” Y/N nodded “made me very very wet.” She giggled and motioned to her wet shirt, Jason chuckled
“Let’s go home babe.” He kissed her again before the got in the car.
“Jason?” He hummed in response
“you do that shit again at my job, I’ll kill you.”
||@natasha-baggins said: Hello! May I request an imagine or headcanons (which ever is easier for you) for Jason having a s/o that works at a daycare or preschool please? I’m in Early Childhood Education and I’m really excited about it! ||
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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: Jason Todd x reader, Jason sees the reader being a badass, for the first time years later after he came back to gotham ANGST ||
|| Thank you to Anon for requesting this! I know its not exact what you wanted, but I tried to make it very angsty! For the purpose of this, Y/N will be huntress, Also based off Black by Pearl Jam, so listen to that to get the vibe ||
At night Jason watched her from the shadows, it wasn’t time for him to reveal himself to the people he once called family. He watched how her body twisted as she jumped over two of Riddler’s goons, she landed on her toes. Graceful. Just like always. He couldn’t help the smile that came to his face as he watched her.
He felt like he was fifteen again, he could smell the shampoo she uses, how her lips tasted like candy, how beautiful she was, hearing her gorgeous laugh, how soft her hand was in his. He was so in love with her before he even really knew what love was.
Jason remembered the day he died, he cried out for her, he cried to see her again. She was his last thought before everything went black and he was gone.
“Come on Y/N, harder.” He said as they sparred “I don’t want to hurt you!” She pouted “You’re not going too!” Jason chuckled, Y/N took a deep breath before she swiped Jason’s leg out from under him, before she got him into a hold. Jason easily broke out of it “Good shot but no.” He chuckled and kissed her forehead before teaching her the right way. He taught her everything she knew
Y/N smiled as she taught Jason how to play guitar, she smiled softly as she showed him the right finger placements “Like- Like this?” He said softly as he badly played a chord, She laughed and gave him a smile “Good shot but no.” She kissed his cheek before she taught him the right way. She gave him all she could.
Jason watched as she kicked a henchman’s feet out from under him and putting them into a hold that knocked them out “That’s my girl.” He said to himself before he torn himself away before he could accidentally revealed himself.
He walked outside, his hood was pulled up as he walked down the street, he watched as couples walked past, laughing, holding hands, kissing. He let out a scoff, why couldn’t he be happy with her? Why did God doom him to be unhappy for ever? Maybe cause he was a dead guy walking.
Jason let out a soft sob as he held a picture of her and him together in his hands, they were about fourteen, they were dressed in their costumes, him in his robin uniform, her in Huntress costume. “God damn it! Get it together Jay!” He yelled and threw the picture frame before he ran his hands over his face. He sighed and went to pick up the broken glass. He ran his finger over her face, before he cradled it in his hands and sighed.
The idea of ever being with her again seemed bleak, like all the love had gone bad due to one event. That his world was tattooed black. But their love wasn’t tainted. He was.
He watched as she laughed and kissed Roy Harper while they were hanging out at a park by Jason’s apartment. He knew that Y/N moved on, but of all the people, it had to be his best friend? He watched as her lips were curled into a smile, a small crinkle of her nose. He so badly wanted her back but he knew Roy would take good care of her.
Jason watched her from the shadows, how graceful she was, how every punch, every kick, held so much emotion. How she could take down a whole room of enemies in seconds. A single tear rolled down Jason’s cheek, hidden by his red helmet. She had moved on and he had to accept that. She would always be one of the best chapters in his life, but everything has to come to an end. He grappled away.
Y/N looked up right as he was grappling away, a name rolled off her tongue. “Jason.” She said quietly, a name she hadn’t uttered in years. She recalled a moment, it was shortly after Jason’s first encounter with the Joker, when they learned about Joker’s days as the red hood.
Jason sat with his head in her lap as they sat on the grass “Red hood is such a cool name Y/N, too bad joker’s dumb ass had to ruin it. You know after I’m done being Robin, maybe I’ll become the Red Hood, but better” He smiled as he looked up to her “Whatever you want darling.” She leaned down and kissed his forehead before she ran her fingers through his hair.
Y/N could feel her heart pounding in her chest at the thought of Jason being alive, she knew that if she told anyone they’d think she was insane and commit her to Arkham. She knew that this was something she’d need to do on her own.
Digging up the past has two sides. There’s the plus side that you remember things that have long since been forgotten, but the negative was the same thing. Some people are scared to remember, to never look behind them, never reflecting on life’s events, not for a second. Y/N was about to dig up a lot of things from the past to find Jason and that terrified her. Our brains may lie to us but our hearts never do. She knew in her heart that Jason Peter Todd, her first love, her first kiss, her first everything, was alive, and she was going to find out.
Selina who volunteers with local TNR groups. Selina who steals millions worth of jewels and gives half cat shelters anonymously. Selina who pushes for tougher animal cruelty laws. Selina, who’s cold and standoffish with people, but who’s barriers immediately fall for an injured stray. Selina, who doesn’t usually stick around for a fight, absolutely rocking the shit out of an animal abuser. Selina who mods r/cats for fucks sake.
Give me a catwoman who just honest to god loves cats.
Bruce starts pretty top heavy. Broad shoulders and big chest that narrows to lean hips and smaller legs. Over time, he evens out and his quads especially get bigger. Hips and waist stay snatched tho.
Diana is an hour glass shape, and my girl is beefy. Big chest, big arms, big legs- she’s just big. Her and Clark wear the same size clothing.
Clark is also beefy, but not nearly as shapely as the other two. He’s kinda chubby, and always had a dad bod, which gets more pronounced with age. Soft, friendly. Not at all intimidating
Dick is bottom heavy. Long neck, narrow shoulders, small chest, and wide hips with powerful legs bc of all his flips and shit. Obviously caked up we all know that
Barb has a medium build. Her and Dick are about the same size, but her weight is more evenly distributed. Not nearly as cakey, unfortunately. Post killing joke, her strength gets concentrated in her arms, but she does what she can to maintain her leg strength.
Jason is built like a fucking brick. Strongck. Birthing hips on that mf
Tim starts as a tiny rectangle and develops into a slightly larger rectangle. Lean is the word. And he’s fast. Deceptively strong.
I honestly don’t know with Damian. He’s just built like..a kid? But a strong kid? And I guess he ends up similar to Bruce? Idk. I think Damian mostly looks like Talia, but I don’t think he’d get her body necessarily.
Jon and Conner never quite reach Clark’s size, and both are a bit leaner. Jon inherits the non threatening softness though, Conner is more angular.
All the speedsters are lanky. And I mean lanky.Thin. Like, turn sideways and disappear skinny. I think their powers take more of an obvious toll on them then other metas, and they’re all constantly eating just to like, survive.
Billy Batson is a skinny, not at all muscular kid. Captain Marvel, however, is a fucking mountain. Taller and wider than Clark. Like, noticeably so. Just an absolute Unit of a man. He’s a tank.
