Since I had another request with Jason and this list, this is the second part!
Who distracts the other from trying to work at home:
Jason does, and he is the reason you try not to work from home. If you’re home with him during the day, he wants you to pay more attention to him than to the work that gives you stress.
Who asks to go get ice cream like a five year old:
You do! You always try to find ways to make Jason’s life a little happier and a little more whimsical, and spontaneous ice cream trips seem to do the trick.
Who takes pictures of their partner eating ice cream:
Jason does because you just look so happy. He gets some really nice candid shots when you’re sitting on the pier enjoying the view, the ice cream, and the company. The pictures help him on missions and when everything is looking pretty bleak.
Who makes a sexual joke about the dripping ice cream on their partner’s face:
You did, once, just to see what kind of reaction you’d get out of Jason. He was so shocked to hear you make that kind of joke, he started choking on his own ice cream as you sat there smirking at him.
Who cooks dinner:
Jason is always happy to treat you to a nice home cooked dinner. He’ll say he didn’t take lessons from Alfred for his health
Who cleans up the kitchen afterwards:
What really helps here is that Jason cleans the kitchen as he cooks, which really decreases the amount of cooking that needs to be done after dinner. You always try to just take care of that yourself since he cooked and already did some of the cleaning, but Jason still helps you out. Some nights you’ll wash the dishes and he’ll dry them, then the next night you’ll switch spots.
Who stays up until 2 reading:
If he’s not out on patrol, Jason will. You love how much he loves to read, and you love the nights he stays home with you because while you will watch something together in the beginning of the evening, you both try to remove screens from your bedroom after a certain time of night. That’s when you cuddle up together in the soft light and enjoy a book together. As cheesy as it is, you take turns reading aloud to the other.
Who stares at their partner while their sleeping:
Jason just wants to soak in the peaceful moment. It’s those moments when he watches you sleep he remembers just how lucky he is to have you. I get way more in depth in Woman, Amen.
Who kisses their partner while they sleep:
You both will. Jason likes to let you know he got home safe for the night with a little kiss while you’re asleep, and if he’s already fallen back to sleep before you leave for work, you want him to still get that extra bit of love.
Dick Grayson
• Dick is favored by many because of his charm and to see someone else have your attention is a no no. He won’t become irrational or annoying but he’s going to make it known that he doesn’t like it. He’ll constantly disrupt the conversation or whatever engagement your having with the other person and talk about you and him. “ Oh really you went to Oklahoma? Well Y/n and I went to California for our 3rd anniversary soo yeah Oklahoma must’ve be fun… lol “
Jason Todd
• Okay Jason is um more aggressive hehe. He’ll let the other person talk for a small while before he’ll bluntly stop the conversation. “ I think it’s been enough of this actually, Y/n will you accompany me to the car?” As he basically grabs your hand to walk out. You’ll yell at him but you know he means well. If the other person is upset ab it, boy, you’re gonna see the leather jacket come off and some sleeves rolling up. 90% of the time doesn’t result to this but fucking hell when it does
Tim Drake
• Tim gets really quiet. Also passive aggressive. You’ll ask him what’s the matter later on and he’ll be like “ nothing…” . So you gotta pry him outta work and ask him to tell you what’s up. He’ll tell you, but still tell you that it wasn’t that big of a deal. Hugs and kisses will do it. Plus coffee. He’s a sweet bean and just needs some reassurance yano
Damian Wayne
• Damian is a good mixture of all three of his brothers. It mostly depends on who you’re taking too or interacting with. If it’s some he hates, he’s gonna become Jason Todd. If it’s someone whose a naturally close friend to you, he’s gonna be a Tim Drake. Any regular ole person he’s Dick Grayson that day. One thing for sure is, he’s gonna do everything in his power to prove himself better than the other person. It’s in his nature to do so, so you love him all the same
I basically want a bit of hurt/comfort. ^^“ I’m horrible at explaining, but I hope I wasn’t that confusing… (Part 2 of the ask.) ((I ran out of room, lol!)
Normally, I don’t like when a request includes how the story should go, but this time I don’t mind! It’s exactly what I was envisioning for #20. Hope you enjoy, lovely! ♥
#20: Kiss on a scar
Warning(s): Mentions of scars
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You knew Jason had scars, both emotional and physical. In his line of work, it was no surprise.
The surprise came when Jason told you in no uncertain terms that he didn’t want you to see the marks on his skin. He didn’t mind you helping with the emotional scars, but he was firm about the physical ones.
Not wanting to push him where he wasn’t comfortable, you went along with it. You would always turn away whenever he had to remove his shirt.
That morning, it was a complete accident.
You had switched roles the morning; you were making breakfast while Jason slept in. He’d had a long night of patrol and deserved to have breakfast in bed.
While you waited for the waffles to finish cooking, you went and knocked on the bedroom door to see if Jason was awake.
When he didn’t respond, you slowly opened the door, taking care to make sure it didn’t creak. You poked your head in, becoming confused when you didn’t see him in bed.
Opening the door wider, you stepped into the room. Looking around, you saw Jason over by his dresser, wearing nothing but gray sweatpants.
Your eyes widened as you took in the scars marking his skin, both old and new. They covered his back, and snaked up and around his shoulders and presumably onto his torso.
“Jason?” You whispered.
He whipped around, holding a t-shirt in his hands, a shocked expression on his face. His eyes met yours for a second before dropping to the floor, hanging his head.
Biting your lip, you hesitated for a moment before crossing the distance between the two of you.
You brushed the bangs out of his eyes and placed a hand under his chin, making him meet your steady gaze.
“Jason,” You say again. “You have no reason to be embarrassed.”
He shook his head. “No, [Y/N]-”
Shushing him, you kiss a scar on his shoulder, your lips just brushing the skin. You could feel Jason shudder under your touch.
Moving back to look him in the eyes, you placed your hands on either side of his face and kissed the tip of his nose.
“I love you, Jay. Every part of you. Including your scars.”
Jason searched your eyes for any sign of a lie. Not finding any, a smile tugged at his lips. “I love you, [Y/N].”
He pulled you into a soft and gentle kiss, but soon pulled away.
“What’s burning?” He asked, sniffing the air.
Your eyes widened in realization. “My waffles!” You yelled as you ran to the kitchen, leaving a chuckling Jason in the bedroom.
The worst part is that Jason thinks he’s this mangled mess – he’s covered in scars that burden him down with memories of those six months he spent in an abandoned wing of Arkham Asylum with him, being beaten to a pulp with a crowbar and hollowed out from the inside.
Every bit of Jason is ugly he thinks, from his crooked smile with chipped teeth to his bruised knuckles to the J burned into his cheekbone. He’s a picture of violence personified. But, you don’t think so. You think his smirk is charming and that J stands for Jason not Joker. He’s uniquely his own hero – and the new medication helps him calm the swell of emotional storms that batter this mental shore.
Sometimes, though, when he comes in from patrol and hauls that ceramic body armor off you can feel the self-hatred roll off him. He shuffles around the small safe-house like a shell of a man, looking tired and weary and naked in the light of the Gotham City. Sometimes, you pretend to be asleep, you pretend not to watch how his muscles tense as he dresses any wounds from the night’s reaping, how he gasps out angry sobs, how he tells himself to be better.
Most of the time, though, you sit up and whisper his name and Jason melts right into your arms. The gauze and antiseptic is long forgotten in favor of your touch, and the hulking vigilante buries his face into your shoulder. Black hair tickles your nose and you kiss his head anyway, ignoring the blatant helmet hair and smell of gasoline and gun smoke that clings to him like a shroud.
He’s adamant about touching you, and you’re the same – he’s warm and nearly furnace-like and his skin is the same. Those scars aren’t so ugly when you kiss them or when you worry over him like he means something.
Jason’s grip is tight and he tells you that you mean the world to him.
You make him feel a little less worthless, a little less mangled.
Request: by @natasha-baggins: Could you please do this prompt with Jason? “This really cute guy rented the apartment over the bakery/flower shop/store I work at and I keep trying to find excuses to be outside when he comes home” – Hope you like it, this prompt was really cute so enjoy 😂
You were hopeless romantic, and you most definitely believe in love at first sight. Your friend, however, preferred to call it
“Damn, he cute!”
And to be fair, at first you thought that title might have fit your crush a little bit more accurately. That’s why you’d called said friend in to help you out,
“This really cute guy rented the apartment opposite the patisserie, and I need excuses to be outside when he walks past!” you yelled down the phone, and she was there within five minutes.
She’d been a bit useless in the end. She just kept giving you really lame excuses to be outside, even pushing you out of the door once just because it looked like the guy was about to walk past. All it resulted in was you on the floor and him popping into the shop next door. She also suggested making a sign about how cute guys with black hair get a discount. You’d pointed out how that would mean any guy with black hair who thought he was cute would try and get a discount.
“Tell them cute is subjective and you don’t agree then.”
“But that’s mean!”
“Oh! set out a taster shop outside to both attract customers and put you on display.”
“What about when it’s hot, then I’ll be all sweaty if he actually came over.”
“Break the crossing lights and offer to help people cross so you can be on his side of the road too, and he’ll see you being a good person, which would make you even more appealing.”
“Or something that couldn’t get me potentially arrested?”
You didn’t know the person’s name, but you knew he was moving into the apartment opposite the patisserie you worked in when you first saw him. Well, kind of opposite. Opposite the patisserie was a bookshop, and he lived above the bookshop. You also knew he never closed his blinds, and you knew that because you had a perfect view of his apartment. You didn’t want to feel like a creepy weirdo, but you couldn’t stop yourself from looking up occasionally, and if you happened to see the lights turn off, it wasn’t your fault if you managed to be standing in the doorway of the patisserie when he made it to the street, and you totally didn’t laugh awkwardly loud in hopes of getting him to look up and see you. Sometimes you’d even find a way to be walking into the bookshop in hopes of bumping into him. The Mailman would often deliver the mail wrong, so it never hurt to check in with the bookshop.
The relationship changed one afternoon though. You didn’t know what happened, but you saw him bleeding through the window. He looked pissed and was stomping up and down, and your kind-hearted soul couldn’t let a cute guy angry march back and forth. So, you gave the mailman a bag with a chocolate croissant and a note to deliver.
‘Today isn’t your day
Don’t let that get you down
You’re cute, if I may say
Even when you frown.’
You didn’t sign it since you didn’t necessarily want him to be able to trace it back to you. He might think you were some creepy stalker watching him through his window. You noticed him walk towards the window, holding the bag, and he looked down and the patisserie. You quickly looked away. Pushing around the flowers in the vase like you were trying to rearrange them. You took a quick glance up and noticed the guy smiling slightly as he ate. You’d made his day a little better, and that was a nice feeling. Whether he was a cute boy or not. It became a small tradition for you, whenever he seemed particularly angry when he walked past, or if you could see he was injured through the window, you’d send up some kind of pastry with an attempt at a poem. You’d always been fond of reading and poetry. This way you got to seem cute without having to sprint out of the building ever time someone that looked remotely like him walked past.
One day you received a large flower bouquet from the delivery mail, your co-worker smiling smugly at you and starting to tease you about a secret admirer. The Note read;
For all the free pastries; ‘Never trust anybody who has not bought a book with them.’ – Jason
You recognised the quote as a Lemony Snicket one, your headshot to the apartment window, the guy staring down at you. He waved, and you went slightly red.
The next pastry you sent up was met with flowers, a pattern which grew till he was sending you flowers with book quotes before you sent him anything at all. A hot guy who also sent flowers, you couldn’t blame yourself for falling for him, even without speaking to him face to face.
Jason knew sending the flowers helped him feel better. He wasn’t sure if it was seeing a smile and knowing he’d caused it for once, or if it was because you were pretty and you seemed to think he was too, but interacting with you through cutesy poems made him relax. He also felt kind of bad, he was just an angry person, and if you were just going to send him something every time you saw him looking anything but happy, you were going to be spending a lot of money on someone who he didn’t think deserved it. He’d also started making sure he appeared to be in a good mood every time he passed the patisserie so you wouldn’t send anything. It wasn’t that he wanted it to stop, he just didn’t want you to send him stuff because he had a resting bitch face. He certainly wasn’t going to stop posting flowers. Thinking of quotes from books always made him feel happy, and maybe Dick was right, being happy wasn’t such a bad thing.
People had noticed too. Dick had questioned why he sounded lighter over the comm, and Tim had asked why he was in one place so much. They all knew Jason was one for moving around and keeping busy. No attachments. But if he’d never actually managed to speak to you in person, did you count as an attachment?
He was watching his phone and the window. He’d sent another batch of flowers today, but the notes had his number attached. That way the pair of you could actually talk, and he was also sure that by now you’d have so many flowers you wouldn’t have space for anything else. If you were just a nice person trying to make his day better, you didn’t need to respond to the text, and he would leave you alone. If you were actually interested in him, he could feel that relaxed from anywhere.
An unknown number sent him ‘Hey xx, you’re Jason?’
He gripped his phone. With all the other girls who’d given him their number, he’d never called back. That stuff didn’t fit with his lifestyle, flirting was for his brothers. But screw them, why couldn’t he try it out. He sent a text back, saying hi and that he was going away for a bit and couldn’t send any flowers, just to see if you would respond.
He didn’t expect to spend that entire evening texting you about normal things like books and movies. Or favourite colours, or food. He didn’t think he’d spend hours just texting you and feeling like he’d known you for a lifetime after.
There wasn’t a break in the conversation, even when he flew abroad to deal with something Roy had gotten himself into. The Red Hood could do his job, but Jason could smile at his phone while his best friend thought he was insane. Roy would hear him talking on the phone for at least an hour each night, despite the fact whoever he was talking to lived in America and they were in Paris. He also started to ask questions when he caught Jason sending pictures of places in the town.
“A girl?” he assumed, “Or guy, I don’t know how you swing.”
“A girl,” Jason smiled.
“And when do I get to meet her?”
“After I do.”
“You haven’t met her?”
“She works opposite my apartment.” Jason motioned to the phone. “We exchanged numbers cos I needed to come help you out.”
“Are you trying to blame me for your lack of dates?”
“Everyone seems to think we’re a pair, couldn’t leave you out here.”
“You haven’t spoken to her in person…” Roy tutted and laughed slightly
“We’ve spoken loads!”
“I noticed.”
“Haven’t actually been out or spoken face to face yet…”
“And I thought your game was strong.” Roy scoffed
“My game is strong!”
“Then why haven’t you asked her out yet? And I don’t count as a reason.”
“I don’t know…”
“Well hurry it up because I can hear you texting even when you’re wearing the helmet and whipped doesn’t suit you. I’ll even do it for you if you’re scared!”
“I’m not scared!”
“Uh-huh. Do you need me to give you a list of excuses you can give to be outside so you can actually talk to her.”
“What?”
“Like, oh yeah, I was just getting the mail, so I thought I’d grab yours for you.”
“My mail is in an apartment building, her’s is in the street.”
“It would show you care.” Jason glared. “Fine, I think you dropped this on the street, then hand her, her bag or something.”
“And how would I get her bag.”
“Steal it?”
“Dating tips with Roy, steal her stuff, so you have an excuse to talk to her in person.”
Jason’s phone started ringing, your caller ID appearing on the front.
“Does she know you’re the Red Hood.”
“Nope.”
“Going to tell her?”
“Not yet.”
“Why not?”
“It’s nice to just be the cute guy that sends flowers and talks about books for once.”
“I get that, but if you keep this relationship up, you’re going to have to take her on a date, and you’re going to have to tell her.”
“She won’t like Red Hood.”
“The Red Hood and Jason Todd are the same, remember, if she likes one then she likes the other.”
“Or I could just never tell her.”
“You have to tell her.”
“Eventually.”
– I didn’t follow the prompt to a tee, but I hope you still like it – Scarlett xx
A/n: THIS IS NSFW/smut IF YOU ARE NOT 18+, DON’T EVEN READ. Thank you for requesting, @jason-redhood! I hope you enjoy!
it starts off as little inappropriate jokes
“Jason, you have really nice thighs” and then strokes them
Jason eyes you as he clears his throat
Giggling as he eats ice scream of lollipop
“Jason, what else does that mouth do” (I just snorted at my own joke)
JASON GAPING AT YOU IN SURPRISE BECAUSE YOU DID NOT JUST SAY THAT IN FRONT OF HIS BROTHERS
When your holding his hand while he’s driving, you can’t help but rest your hands on your thigh or between your legs (not over your heat, just between your knees of thighs)
to which Jason responds with his thumb stroking your leg or inching your hands closer
Straddling him when you guys are at the beach with his friends (whether it be Roy and Kory or Artemis and Bizzaro or his brothers)
Kisses close to his ear as you whisper
“You’re so cute when you’re flustered”
“You know where else I’d like your hands other my hips”
“I love when you lap up melting ice cream from your hands, it reminds me of-”
Jason shutting up you with a kiss as he picks you up and calls out that you guys will be right back
OH JASon would push you against the wall and growl sexily in your ear
“You think it’s okay to tease in front of others? You want everyone to know the private aspect of our lives?”
Obviously waits for the consent which comes from you as “You mean when you and Roy have little gushing – over – sex – life sensations once a month”
Kisses you hungrily
Clothes always end up getting ripped off
the motherfucker pushes you on the bed and goes down on you
puts lapping ice cream from his hand to shame
I’m talking about Jason taking his time to get you where you want to be
only to deny you your climax
“if you ever tease me again in front of people, it’ll be worse”
of course you always tease him
great sex tho
don’t get me started on teasing him as the red hood
Prompt: Jason x reader going to adopt a pet and coming home with like 7 because they couldn’t decide?
This is a request from today. I only have a week of from classes, so if you have anything you want written, or any requests send them in NOW!
– A
Jason gently puts his keys on the hook by the door and takes
off his shoes before he makes his way over to couch where you’re sitting. You
quickly put your phone and book on the coffee table, giving your boyfriend
plenty of room to flop on top of you it was a hard therapy session this week.
Instead he presses a kiss to your cheek and pulls you into
his lap, it was a good session then, “How was therapy, babe?”
“Good” You can tell that Jason is looking at you, waiting
for something, “Can I ask you something, doll?”
“You can ask me anything, Jay. You know that”
Jason shifts until he can see your face, “Why don’t you ever
ask about what I talk about in therapy? For all you know I could be going there
to bitch about you”
“Whatever you talk about is between you and your therapist.
I don’t have any right to know what you talk about, if you want to share
anything with me, that’s your choice and I’ll be happy to listen, but if you
don’t then don’t feel like you need to.”
“Dick always asks me what we talk about, he always wants to
know. Bruce too, but that might just be because he’s paranoid”
Your eyes narrow, “I’ll talk to Bruce and Dick, baby. They
shouldn’t be prying either. Your therapist is JLA approved, and it’s no one’s
business but your own what you talk about”
Jason’s eyes soften, “I love you, you know that?”
“More than a gun loves a bullet” Jason snorts, he had said
that once while drunk and the saying had stuck around.
“There is actually something that the therapist and I talked
about that I wanted to run by you”
You sit up a bit straighter, “What’s that?”
“She mentioned that I should either get a therapy dog or
just get a pet from the pound. She said that taking care of something instead
of destroying and killing it would probably help in my recovery”
“Well, I have always loved animals. Which one would you
like? A trained therapy dog or something from the pound?”
Jason scratches the back of his head, “Can we go down to the
pound tomorrow? Maybe just to look for now, if nothing clicks we can apply for
the therapy dog”
“Sounds like a plan”
Instantly every muscle in Jason’s body relaxes, “You know,
if we’re going to get a dog it’s probably a good thing we decided to stay in
one of my actual houses, instead of an apartment in the middle of Gotham. At
least the dog will have a yard to run around in”
You smirk, “Who said we’re getting a dog? You just might
fall in love with a cat”
–
The next day you and Jason make your way to the local animal
shelter, hopefully Jason finds an animal he likes today. You’ve always wanted a
pet but living in inner-city Gotham isn’t conductive to having one. The most
you had were the strays that frequented the alley behind your apartment.
“Remember, Jay, if it doesn’t feel right we can always go
somewhere else and look.”
“Alright” Jason’s hand tightens in yours, “Is it weird that
I’m nervous”
“Not at all, love. Getting a pet is a big commitment”
“Are you nervous?”
You flash a smile, “Yeah, nervous that I won’t be able to
leave any of the animals behind”
–
You and Jason split off once you get to the shelter, you don’t
want to pressure him into getting dog that you want. You quietly walk and pet
the various dogs, they all seem extremely eager for some human contact. Several
of the dogs draw your eye, all of them would be viable candidates for what
Jason is looking for. One is a fairly large Pitbull who was rescued from a
fighting ring, but was still extremely sweet to both humans and other dogs.
Another was some form of Australian Shepard mix that had been dropped off for
being too hyper. Two more were actually siblings, Pitbull/Boxer mix’s that had
been dumped on the shelters door.
After about an hour you go to see how Jason is doing in his
search, “Hey, baby, how’s the search going?”
“We’ll I found a few good candidates, but I can’t seem to
make a decision. I liked a couple of the dogs, and I went to look at the cats
too, some of them were good”
You smirk, “Told you we might be getting a cat”
“I just can’t decide between any of them, the dogs are all
good and the cats are too!”
“Well, how many animals are there total?”
Jason glances down, “Seven. Four dogs and three cats”
“We have a pretty large house, Jay. I’m pretty sure we could
give all of those animals a good home”
“We said we’d take one home, not seven!”
“Well, we’ve always been bad at impulse control, and if your
therapist said that one animal would be good for your recovery imagine how good
seven would be for you!”
Your boyfriend snorts, “As always, your logic makes me
wonder … but you do have a point, our home would be better than here.”
“So what do you say?
Want to adopt a small hoard of animals with me?”
Jason grins, “You’re the only person I’d want to do that
with, baby”
–
It was almost shocking how much all seven of the animals got
along. The four dogs would pile together to sleep and the cats would all lay on
top of them. Every one of the animals seemed to develop a sixth sense when it
came to Jason’s anxiety.
Every time he was close to an anxiety attack, or if he was
having a flashback, or if his depression was so bad that he couldn’t even get
out of bed, he would suddenly be surrounded by animals. The dogs would curl
around him, the cats on top of him.
It was on one of those bad days that you and Jason were
curled up in bed, all of the animals surrounding you. It was the anniversary of
his death, “Thank you”
“For what, baby?”
“For letting us have all of them. It’s – it’s easier with
them. Not sure why”
“All animals are comfortable, and these ones are ours.”
“I still can’t believe that we got seven in one trip”
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