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9.) “you have officially earned the title of biggest asshole.”

4.) “Yeah, well, fuck you.” “I hope so.”

Sorry It’s taking me so long to finish up those drabbles, i’ll get em done as fast as I can.

Moonlight seeped through the windows, lighting up the hallway as you groggily made your way to the kitchen. As you came closer to your destination, the sound of shuffling feet and crinkling plastic met your ears. You didn’t dare breathe, grabbing a knife from the coffee table as you inched closer and closer. Peering around the corner, you were met with the sight of a tall figure rooting through the pantry. There was a box of cookies and a bag of potato chips on the counter, already open and half-eaten.

“Hey!” The stranger jolted as you flipped on the lights, lunging forward to twist his arm behind his back and bring the knife to his neck. He muttered a couple of angry curses at you before speaking up.

“Ease up, it’s me,” he grunted. You groaned and let go, stalking past him towards the open box of cookies.

“I cannot believe you,” you muttered, shoving a Samoa into your mouth. “Not even a ‘hey, Y/N! I’m comin’ back this weekend, can’t wait to see ya babe!’ No, instead we decide to break into our girlfriend’s apartment and eat half her pantry.” He chuckled, grabbing the bag of chips and leaning against the counter.

“Technically, it’s not breaking in if you have a key,” he snickered. You rolled your eyes, grabbed the edge of the counter, and jumped back onto it.

“You have officially earned the title of biggest asshole.” He grinned, leaning closer and boxing you in against the wall, bringing his lips to your ear.

“Hey, I’m your asshole,” he purred, tracing his hands up your sides. You crossed your arms, ignoring the blush running across your cheeks.

“Yeah, well, fuck you.” He hummed, kissing down your neck.

“I hope so.” You growled, grabbing a fistful of his messy black hair and pulling him up to your lips. The kiss was bruising, hot and wet and messy.

“You are going to be the end of me, Jason Todd,” you murmured against his lips.

joyances:

You can tell that Jason has had a rough night the moment he slips in through your window.

For one thing, he’s still in his armor. He always comes home to you in street clothes, freshly showered. It’s his way of keeping you distanced from his night job. Tonight, though, even the helmet is still in place. If that hadn’t given him away, there’s an obvious droop in his shoulders and he’s walking as if his boots are made of lead and each step is a laborious struggle.

He strips off his helmet as soon as he’s inside and gives you (and the bed) a sad and obviously longing look. He wants to crawl into bed with and mope and never leave again. You can tell. You move to put away the book you had been reading, ready to welcome him.

But he shakes himself off and turns towards the bathroom instead. A shower first, then. Considerate of him, you think. You try to distract yourself from your worry with your book, but you keep having to read the same sentence over and over again. What happened tonight? Is he alright? He doesn’t seem like he was hurt, but you’re still worried. Jason is pretty stalwart, it takes some serious shit to throw him like he’s obviously been thrown tonight.

You’re lost in thought, and you don’t hear the shower turn off. Eventually, though, you do notice Jason slinking tiredly back into the bedroom. He’s clean now; dry and dressed in his most comfortable slacks. That alone seems to have lifted some of the exhaustion from his shoulders.

He, strangely enough, bypasses his side of the bed and decides to slip in from the bottom up. He lifts up the comforter and crawls in, until he can rest his head on your stomach. He flops down then, almost knocking the wind out of you. He huffs out a sigh, almost like relief, and goes boneless there. The childishness of it would have made you laugh if it weren’t for how upset he clearly was. You put down your book and lifted the covers up to peer in at Jason.

“What happened?” You ask him, your voice so quiet it’s barely a whisper.

“Nothing you need to know about, Princess,” He says, blinking up at you and attempting a reassuring smile, “Just a tough night. That’s all.”

You stare in at him for a while longer. You still want to know.

“Really, baby, I don’t want to talk about it,” He says, then to distract you, “What are you reading.”

“The Princess Bride.” You hold your book up for him to see.

“Again,” He asks, “How many times is that?”

“I’ve lost count.” You admit, almost sheepishly. But he just smiles fondly at you, affection radiating from is face.

He buries his face against you again and when he speaks this time it’s muffled.

“Read to me.” So quiet you can hardly hear it. As if he’s almost too embarrassed to ask.

“Want me to start from the beginning?” You ask him. He shakes his head and his hair tickles a little as the motion nudges your shirt up a little.

“Wherever you are is fine.” He says.

You wriggle around, making yourself more comfortable, and crack the book open again with one hand. Your other hand find’s it’s way into Jason’s hair, carding through it gently. Jason sighs again and you begin to read.

“Finally he rested far below her, silent and without motion. “You can die too for all I care,” she said, and then she turned away.

Words followed her. Whispered from far, weak and warm and familiar, “As…You…Wish…”

Dawn in the mountains. Buttercup turned back to the source of the sound and stared down as, in first light, the man in black struggled to remove his mask.

“Oh, my sweet Westley,” Buttercup said. “What have I done to you now?

Your shirt has hitched up even higher, and you can feel Jason’s breath puffing against the skin of your stomach, evening out more and more with every word you read. He presses a few kisses there, every now and again and lets out a few more happy sighs. It’s enough to make you keep reading, even after you’re sure he’s fallen asleep.

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“Make a wish.”

You stare into the night sky from the hill you and your boyfriend were lying side by side on. Jason points into space claiming he spotted a shooting star.

“Hey Jay?”

“Yeah?” He looks over at you questionable.

“That’s a plane.” You stare at him with a tiny smile as the wind blows through your hair.

“What? No, no way. There is no possible way that…okay yeah that’s a blinking red light.” His expression drops as he tries to keep a straight face when you’re laughing next to him. “I’m an idiot. I’m truly an idiot.”

“Hey don’t say that Jason. You’re smart where it counts.”

“And where would that be?

“Smart dating choices since you have me lying next to you.” You reach out and grab his head.

“Yeah…I guess you’re right.” Unexpectedly his face turns serious. There’s a sad glint in his eyes.

“Jay? What’s wrong?” He looks the other way. “Hey, talk to me. What’s on your mind?”

“Nothing it’s just… I don’t know why you’re still here.”

“What do you mean ‘still here’? I’m not going anywhere Jason you have to know that.”

“Y/N…I’ve never felt this way about anybody. And…and it scares the crap outta me. It’s like a never ending fear of losing everything, everything being ripped away from me as soon as I can touch it because of the person who I am. My past. My present. And god knows my future probably isn’t too bright either. So I don’t know why-“

You shut him up by kissing him hard. He doesn’t pull away for a long time and you don’t want him to. When you do separate you move into his side.

“Jason…nothing about you scares me. Nothing about this life scares me. Not enough to make me ever leave your side…I love you Jay.”

He looks at you with a smile softer than you’ve ever seen on anyone.

“You were wrong.” He says.

“What do you mean?”

“That really was a shooting star.”
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Sorry it took me a bit to write this! But I hope you enjoy it too! I’m still taking requests from anyone so just drop something in my ask box if you want something! (Pretty please Im bored.) Anyways enjoy!

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Request: This wasn’t requested

Summary: Sometimes Jason just needed a little push to talk to girls, that’s all.

Warning/Note: Cursing

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• In Jason’s opinion, shopping wasn’t his favorite hobby

• but shopping with his brothers? Good Lord, he hated it with a passion

• Today was no exception

• Jason leaned against the shelf filled with shoes as Tim and Damian looked at all the watches on display

• Then you caught his attention

• You smiled, laughing with a customer in front of you, giving them their change

• You looked beautiful

• It was like a slow-mo in a movie, where the character just looks absolutely stunning or badass

• Even in your work uniform, Jason couldn’t stop his attraction

• Unfortunately, Tim picked up on this

• “Stare any longer and she might file a restraining order.“ 

• “Shut the hell up Tim.” Jason’s gaze didn’t falter from your figure

• “She goes to my school, I could introduce you both, of course, if you want.” Tim shoved his hands in his hoodie

• An apparent smirk hanging off his lips

• “Don’t you fucking dare.”Jason almost begged him

• “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

• swiftly Tim shoved Jason, causing the shelves of shoes to fall over, Jason with it

•  “Wow Jason, you’re falling for her already?” 

• “I’m.going.to.fucking.kill.you.”

• “Pfft, you’ve tried before and now look at me.”  Tim quickly walked out of the store looking anything but innocent

• “And you wonder why we can’t take you anywhere.”Jason dusted off his clothes, trying his best to calm his nerves

• Maybe Tim didn’t fuck up Jason’s chance of asking you out, as you slowly walked over to where Jason stood

• “Hi, are you okay?”

• That’s all Jason needed to gain the courage to ask you out 

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A/N: Hi there! Thanks for sending in the request! 💕

#42. “Stop being so cute.”

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A friend of yours had to leave town for a couple of days so she decided to leave her puppies in your care and you can’t say you’ve regretted the experience so far. In fact, you were having the time of your life.

It had taken the puppies a while to get used to you and Jason and that was no big deal, they were still trying to get adjusted to the new environment. But they seemed content enough, crawling onto Jason’s lap and making themselves at home. One of them had even fallen asleep. Puppies were adorable. But Jason Todd with puppies was a sight that would leave you grinning forever. The big bad Red Hood brought down to his knees by a couple of tiny little doggies. You might have sneaked a couple of pictures. His family would be pleased, you think.

Jason’s been trying to get you to help him remove the sleeping puppy from his lap but you’ve just been laughing at how precious he was being. Could meticulously plan an entire heist, could successfully carry out said heist, could bring down entire worlds if he wanted to but couldn’t even deal with a small puppy.

“I can kill a man in thirty different ways in thirty seconds.” He deadpanned.

You had to refrain from laughing out so loudly, “Stop it. Stop being so cute.”

“I’m not cute.” He scowled, glaring at you, “Fine, I don’t need your help anyway.”

“You’re right. Of course, you’re not cute.” You nodded in agreement, before breaking into a huge grin, “You’re adorable.”

“Now you’re just fucking with me.” He grumbled, crossing his arms against his chest.

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A/n: So this is based off of an art created by @m-alejandrita! She is an amazing artist and I absolutely loved this art she did. Hope you loves enjoy.

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You
walked into your shared apartment after a long day at work, your feet
hurt and your stomach was growling from you missing lunch. The smell of
stew hit your nose the minute you walked in the threshold; making the
emptiness in your stomach that much more prevalent.

Immediately
you headed into the kitchen, following the scent after kicking off your
shoes and hanging up your purse. Rounding the corner you were met with
your boyfriend’s back. He had on a black t-shirt and dark blue jeans,
that made the pink strap around his neck and back that much more
prevalent.

“Um, babe. What are you wearing?” You asked with an eyebrow raised.

He turned and your eyes widened at his front. Your boyfriend. Jason Todd. The Red Hood,
was standing before you in a pink apron with a cupcake on it that read
‘Kiss The Cook.’ He smirked and held out his arms, a soup ladle in his
hand. “You’ve seen the apron.”

“It’s hard to miss it babe” You
walked closer. “Why exactly are you wearing it? Or better why do you
have it?” Your head tilted to the side, displaying your confusion.

“I
needed an apron, it was on sale at the thrift store, I saw an
opportunity and took it.” He shrugged and turned back to the large pot
on the stove.

You wrapped your arms around his waist from behind.
“And you chose a pink one? With a cupcake? That says ‘Kiss The Cook’?”
The bottom of your chin pressed against his back as you looked up at his
face.

“You don’t like it.” He stated more than asked.

You
shook your head and shrugged. “I don’t hate it but it is an alarming
wardrobe change for you. What’s the real reason you bought it? I know
there’s a real reason?”

He chuckled and turned to you. “Well, you’re right, there is a specific reason I bought it.”

“And that would be?”

A smirk sprouted on his lips as he took a few steps back. “Read it”

You
cocked and eyebrow before smiling. “You did not buy it just so I’d kiss
you.” A laugh escaping your lips, while a light blush tinged your
cheeks.

His smirk grew a little bit. “You seriously doubt that I would?”

“No”
You sighed and shook your head. Grinning you walked back over to him
and wrapped your arms around his waist. Looking up at him expectantly.
He gave you a crooked grin before leaning down to kiss you. His lips
captured yours in a short chaste kiss.

When he pulled away you looked up at him smiling. “I like the apron now.”

“Mhm, knew you would.” He teased and you rolled his eyes before kissing him again.

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Unbelievable  – J.Todd

Pairing: Reader X Jason. 

Requested by anon : Jason x reader they’ve been dating for a while and she’s become rlly good friends with Roy who she met via Jason and one day Bart comes from the future and he sees Jason’s gf and he’s like hey mrs Harper! And Roy Jason and gf all are like wtf does that mean and then Bart is like oh shit after he realised that he’s entered the past but of a different time line. He said Mrs Harper bc in his future, Jason didn’t come back to life, she met dated and married Roy. Gimme jeason drama jay! Heheheheh

Note: i love this haha and i had lots of fun writing it! also thank you so much for requesting and i sure hope i didn’t butcher this lol. btw requests are always open for you, my loves ~  

PS: reader didn’t know jason until after he became redhood. she wasn’t there when he was robin.

Warnings: jealous jay. mature language(i mean its jason todd lol) and a poor frightened bart. somewhat long??

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“It seems that i’ve won.”

“It seems that you’ve cheated!”

“I did not!”

“Did too!”

The childish bickers of his best friend and his girlfriend came from one ear before rolling out of the other. Jason was used to this now, though he didn’t mind.

It all started when he introduced his girlfriend to his best friend a few months after they started going out. He had strong feelings for her and he knew that it was the perfect time for the two most imported people in his life to meet and hopefully get along. 

she had met Kori along time ago, hitting it off almost instantly as they became friends quickly, calming down Jason as he feared that Kori would be too much for the special girl, nonetheless, it ended well. 

when he introduced Y/n to Roy it was awkward at first as the girl was scared to give a wrong first impression as the guy was her boyfriend’s best friend. all her worry seemed to vanish as she found Roy quite easy to get along with and befriended him quickly. 

The day was spent well as Jason decided to eat out with Y/n and Roy couldn’t pass the chance to get free food so he tagged along. Even though Jason wasn’t one for sappy love, he did want to spend sometime alone with his girlfriend but when she glared at him after his lame attempt to decline Roy’s company ‘politely’, he zipped his lips and rolled his eyes.

Now, he was watching as they fought over who won in finishing the whole sandwich quicker than the other.

“You didn’t even finish!” Roy complained as Y/n just giggled at how a sore loser he was being. “Harper, don’t yell at my girlfriend.” Jason’s voice teased making the said boy groan in annoyance as his friend chose to stick with his girl rather than his side. “Whatever, we all know i’m the real deal.”

“Psh. yeah right.” Y/n chuckled as she eyed the soda drinks before meeting Roy’s eyes. “First to drink the whole bottle wins!” they challenged each other again, making Jason scoff at their childish antics before watching as well, secretly hoping his girl would win so he could rub it in Harper’s face. 

The group were suddenly met with the two members of the young justice. only Wally and Bart seemed to be present. Wally had many bags filled with sandwiches as Bart held the drinks. 

They were unnoticed to the red hood and his friends but that didn’t take long as Bart’s eyes widened when he acknowledged the female before running towards their table. she looked exactly the same, and she was with her red-haired husband as well so he was sure he wasn’t mistaken.

Jason didn’t even have time to question the act before Bart exclaimed. “Hey, Mrs Harper! you look amazing. It’s surprising how young love can lead to such grea-”

He was met with the coughing sound of the choking said girl and her supposedly husband now, as Jason stood up in anger. “WHAT THE FUCK?” his voice coming out rough and bold as his eyes glared not only at Roy but at Bart as well. Even though he heard this he knew better than to doubt his loyal girlfriend but the anger and discourage began filling him up as his blood boiled. Roy covered his mouth with his hand as he tried to calm his loud coughs, while Y/n stared in shock at the speedster, waiting for an explanation.

Bart swallowed soundly at the reaction of Jason before he gasped as he put the pieces together as much as he could. 

“Wait a sec, oh!” he couldn’t continue as Jason’s fist took a strong hold on the poor boy’s shirt, fulling him to his eye level. he thanked god for they were seated in the corned and did not grab much unwanted attention, though they still captured some attention.

“Start speaking.” Bart stared at the angry man before nodding quickly. Wally was snickering at the misunderstanding yet he couldn’t help but interfere to save Bart.

He placed his hand on Jason’s shoulder giving him a squeeze as if to calm him down before he chuckled, finding this situation quite amusing. “It’s a  misunderstanding.” he just got a growl escape Jason’s throat before he let Bart go. and Bart didn’t waste a second. “I forgot that i came from a different time line, and that this past is different. that’s what i get form time traveling!” he scolded himself making wally crack up more and Jason to sigh as he got more confused.

“That still doesn’t explain how my girlfriend is ‘Mrs. Harper’.” 

“In the future i came from, you didn’t come back to life after.. the accident. Y/n didn’t meet you and instead she met Roy and dated him for a couple of years before they got married. i thought it would be the same here. guess i got confused huh.” he scratched the back of his neck in embarrassment. 

Jason became more calm yet a look of disturbance was clear and visible on his face. Roy snorted as he muttered how he’d never date someone like her as she was but a sister to him and also because she was his best friend’s girl, and Jason doesn’t play around with these stuff. 

after everything was sorted out and Bart’s multiple apologies, the two speedsters grabbed their orders, which they found out was young justice’s lunch, and left the trio in an awkward atmosphere.

Jason couldn’t help but wonder if he was still dead in this timeline, would both, Roy and Y/n get together?

He felt a warm hand touch his, fingers lacing with his own while calming him down immediately. his eyes made contact with a soft e/c eyes, looking at him with such love. After he felt calm, he smirked.

“Y/n won.” 

“Huh? damn it!”

“Serves you right, Harper.” 

“Only if its you, Mrs. Harper.” he teased earning a laugh from y/n and a groan from Jason. “you’re unbelievable, Harper!” 

From that day on, Jason took nothing but teases from both of them followed by a remark from y/n, describing how Jason was the one for her.

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#4: A kiss where it hurts

Warning(s): Mentions of a cut

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You were helping Jason cook dinner in the kitchen, getting to spend some quality time with him. Jason was watching over a pan on the stove, and you were chopping some vegetables.

Smiling to yourself, you thought of all the sweet things Jason had done for you today. He’d woken you up by peppering your face with kisses, made you breakfast in bed and then you’d gone to the bookstore, spending several hours there. After that, lunch at one of your favorite diners, and a romantic walk in the park.

Distracted by your thoughts, your hand slipped and you sliced your finger with the sharp knife.

Muttering a curse, you set the knife down and went over to the sink, turning on the faucet and putting your finger under the stream of water.

Jason was by your side in an instant, gently grabbing your hand and inspecting the cut.

Smiling sympathetically at you, he rummaged in the cupboard for a Band-Aid. Finally finding one, he placed it on your cut, being ever so gentle.

Smirking, you raised your hand, a pout on your lips.

“Kiss it better?” You asked, barely able to hide your grin.

Rolling his eyes, Jason brought your hand to his lips and kissed your bandage. “Better?”

Giggling, you nodded and kissed his cheek. Standing on your tiptoes, you whispered into Jason’s ear, your breath stirring his midnight locks.

“Your pan is on fire.”

Alarmed, he turned back to the stove, where his pan was indeed on fire. Cursing, he removed it from the heat and put a lid on it, snuffing out the flames.

He turned back to you with a sheepish grin. “How do you feel about take-out?”

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Jason’s nightmares are loud. This one is no exception. He thrashes and yells like he’s fighting something–he probably is–and tangles himself up in your bed sheets. It wakes you up almost instantly.

You scoot away, all the way to the edge of the bed. He’s hit you before, in his sleep, and it always makes him feel so much worse when he wakes.

“Jason.” You whisper. Not too loud, don’t startle him. Don’t touch him, either. You learned those two rules the hard way.

“Jason,” You whisper again, “Jason, you’re having a nightmare, wake up!”

He wakes violently, despite your soft tone of voice, and flails up into a sitting position. You watch as he looks around wildly for a few moments, still expecting to see his dreamscape and slowly taking in reality. His hands are shaking and he looks down to watch them.

You decide then that it’s safe to slide closer. You sit cross legged, facing him. Still watching silently, waiting for him to calm down enough to come to you. It almost hurts, having to wait. You want to wrap him up and reassure him as soon as he wakes up, but he doesn’t respond well to that. He needs a few moments to compose himself.

Once he’s had all the time he needs he sits up and crawls over to you. He straddles your lap and slowly lowers all his weight onto you. He knows he’s heavy, but he also knows you’re more than capable of holding him up in moments like this. He buries his face in the side of your neck and hides there. He’s still shaking, and you think you can feel a few tears hitting your skin, but you don’t say anything about it, you just rub his back gently and hold him tight.

“So,” You say, keeping your voice soft, “You’ll never guess what happened to me at work the other day.”

Jason doesn’t like to be shushed or consoled after a nightmare, but he loves to listen to you talk. He hums in encouragement and you tell him everything about work. The book you’re reading. The conversation you had with your mom the other day.

You talk until your voice is cracking a bit, and Jason is boneless and comfortable in your lap. Eventually he nudges you to lay down so you can both go back to sleep. He lays his head on your chest and you hope the sound of your heart beating is enough to keep the nightmares from coming back again in an hour or two,

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Your nightmares, on the other hand, are quiet. Jason has said you cry in your sleep sometimes, but you never yell or thrash about. So when you jolt awake at three in the morning, it’s with nothing but a quiet gasp and Jason doesn’t stir beside you. Good, you think, he needs his rest.

You shift yourself to sit on the edge of the bed, trying to decide whether you want to sneak out and watch TV for a while or go back to sleep. That movement is enough to wake Jason though, and you feel a little bad when you hear him mumbling in confusion behind you.

He slots himself in behind you, one leg on either side of your hips, and lays himself across your back. He’s still pleasantly sleep warm and the weight of him against you is grounding. You sigh in relief and don’t feel so bad about waking him.

“Nightmare?” He asks, face buried in your hair. You nod and he squeezes you tightly.

“It’s alright,” He says, “I’m here.”

He squeezes you again, and your hands find his where they’re resting on your waist, entwining your fingers with his. Going back to sleep doesn’t sound so bad anymore.