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[lovesickwounds]

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౨ৎ ferrari driver jason doodles (for a fic I’m currently writing) inspired by @floyumei !! ౨ৎ

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giggling i love jason todd

‘What’re you doing chipmunk?’ Jason asked softly when he saw that you had rested your head on his chest, ear pressed over where is heart is as you gradually closed your eyes in order the listen to it beat against your ear.

‘Listening to your heart.’ You responded sluggishly, finding comfort in his warmth, in his presence and his arms that tightened on your waist or the hands that rubbed up and down your back soothingly.

‘Does that old thing still work?’ Jason jokes but the idea that despite he had came back, Jason thought that his heart stayed dead and cold within his chest, rotten and broken like he should’ve been buried six feet underground.

‘It works and more.’ You tell him as you pressed several kisses to his chest before going back to listen to his strong heartbeat in your ear, reminding you that the he was far too stubborn to die, even if he did come back against his own will Jason still made his life his own after a few trips and stumbles. To you Jason had truly come into his own and you couldn’t help but love the man who held you like you were either porcelain, or like you were his personal comfort teddy bear, bringing you so close to his chest you swore you would become one with the heart within his ribcage.

‘It reminds me of me that you’re alive, that you’re here, reminds me that you’re still my Jay birdie.’ You whispered to him as your fingers crawled up his hoodie, caressing the bare skin beneath it as your fingers traced over the autopsy scars that took Jason a while to show you, scars that you loved unconditionally as you did the rest of Jason, peppering the scar on his check with comfort kisses and reassurance of your love for him.

For a man like him you wouldn’t think he was insecure with how he held himself, but he deeply was insecure and conflicted with himself and even thought lesser of himself for it.

‘Corny.’ Jason snorted but his heart never failed to show just how he’d be affected by your words or how his whole body seemed to have gotten just that little bit warmer.

‘’You say that but you love it just as much as me.’ You teased as you felt Jason laugh beneath you, a sound that was light and full of love, of warmth and a sweetness of him that only made him more beautiful in your eyes. Jason kisses your head and smiles into it as he closes his eyes, wanting to stay like this for the rest of his life, to stay with you listening to his heartbeat that he thought was dead for a long while.

‘Yeah I do, yeah I do.’ Jason murmurs in agreement, happy to finally have someone to call home, someone to bring him back from the ledge, and finally someone who wasn’t going to treat him like he was going to snap when approaching tough subjects.

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SOUND OF MUSIC ( damian wayne ) damian never knew what you played, so you showed him.

no warning!

━━━━ DAMIAN KNEW A few things about you. how you liked your drinks, when you fell asleep, whenever you were nervous. he knew everything at this point. it was almost like you were his favorite book, and he was mesmerized by you.

he stared a lot. watching you whenever you took a step or moved even the slightest. so that’s how it led to this scene: damian, sitting behind you as you reached into your cd collection, searching for your very favorite song.

he had his full attention on you as you continued to skim through the ranging records you owned on cd before you laughed and pulled a square disk out.

“what is it?” he pulled it from your hand when you held it towards him, his eyes wandering across the odd font of the band and the track list on the back. when damian handed it back to you, you were turning your radio on and opening it to put the disk in.

“you’ll love them, trust me!” you laughed, scooting closer to him and pulling him towards you. he obeyed, scooting next to you as the first song played. you were humming along, tapping your fingertips against him subconsciously as the song played on.

he was amused.

song after song, he listened alongside you. half focused on the music coming from the cheap radio (which added to the ambience damian seemed to be enjoying) and half focused on the humming coming from you.

it was heaven for him. he knew what the beat was as your fingertips detailed every single beat against him, maybe by the end of the album he would know exactly what it was whenever you drummed your fingers along is or hummed to it.

“do you like it so far?” your voice was gentle, hardly heard over the music coming from nearby.

your eyes met his, and for a second he swore it was every he’d ever wanted to stare at. twinkling with hope and enjoyment—the radio playing a familiar tune you’d grown up with to the one person you truly loved.

“yes. it’s… good. i understand why you like it.” he didn’t raise his voice above yours. why would he? the two of you were so close together that anymore unnecessary volume wouldn’t be good.

“i’m glad, dame. here, we can listen to another one. it’s slower than the other one.” your voice was soft as the album came to a sweet end, causing your hands to remove it from the radio and put it away, pulling out a new album and putting it in.

the first song was a random love song, slow and melodic as you stood and extended a hand to damian.

he rose an eyebrow, but ultimately accepted your hand. pulling him up, you grinned and clasped his right hand in yours, leaning against him as you hummed and swayed to the music.

at first he was stiff. what was this? a strange display of affection as the two as you seemed to morph into one, his body relaxing after you poked softly at his spine, chastising him with a simple word he couldn’t remember.

encircling his arms around your waist, he buried himself into your neck. he could smell your body spray. and as it overtook his senses, he seemed to be able to think clearer about you.

he was in love with you, and your music taste.

SORRY FOR DYING!!! i had work and school and a whole lotta stuff happening but im here now! also super short im sorry ill do more next time needn’t fret

masterlist — requests are open — lovesickwounds 25

[lovesickwounds]

this is so cutesie i’m giggling and kicking my feet

𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄, 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 ! j.todd x f!reader

you hadn't realized the extent of the mess until jason turned his head. the light played over the faint smudges of lipstick along his face, neck, & even on his collarbone(so much for leaving only two or three lipstick marks). it was marvelous in unintentional vandalism, & he was gazing at himself in the mirror, with an expression of amusement.

"alright, artist," he muttered, tilting his head to the side. "mind telling me why i look like some kind of abstract painting?”

you stifled a laugh behind your hand as you leaned closer. "i guess i got a little… carried away?"

"carried away?" he turned to you, eyebrows raised. "you were marking me up like a kid with a brand-new box of crayons."

his teasing tone made your face burn. "i'll wash it off, i'll wash it off." you said, taking a towel off its rack. jason caught your wrist, stopping you.

"hold on," he said, frowning at one particular smudge beneath his ear that was so bold & red you could see half of it from across the room. you watched in amusement as he gently touched it with one finger. he grinned. "red. like blood, almost intimidating."

you blinked. "what are you trying to say?"

he shrugged, slouching back against the sink. "i'm saying if you keep decorating me like this, i might just keep one or two for effect. bad guys don't mess with the guy covered in battle scars &… lipstick art."

you couldn't help but roll your eyes in amusement. "oh, sure. nothing's more terrifying than a man with kiss marks all over his neck."

"don't knock it till you see it in action," he said, with a growing grin. "but next time." he tapped your chin lightly. "you better warn me before you turn me into your canvas. i've got a reputation to uphold."

"reputation?" you teased, crossing your arms. "as gotham's most qualified lipstick model?"

jason groaned, pulling you into his arms as if it took no effort whatsoever. "keep it up, & i'll leave a few smudges of my own. fair warning."

you couldn't help but laugh as you hid your face in his chest, the low rumble of his chuckle vibrating through you. hilarious, ridiculous, & utterly jason peter todd.

a few moments, your laughter—gone, you lifted your eyes, looking up to him with that sly grin for yours plastered on. "at least you officially became the 'red hood.’"

jason narrowed his eyes, but the corner of his mouth twitched. "doll…"

you let out another laugh making jason sigh & pulled you closer.

© minorlyatfault

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your account theme is so pretty. :)

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SPOILED ( bruce wayne and f!reader ) bruce had a tendency to spoil you like he’d never had anyone else to spoil.

no warnings!

━━━━ YOU COULD FEEL him staring. he wasn’t trying to be subtle, but he was far too obvious. he had something to say but no clue if he should or shouldn’t speak. you, stubborn like he was, said nothing.

he had been gone yesterday, busy with patrol since the joker had escaped once again and was back to terrorizing gotham in its entirety.

he was protective over you, so you had been told to try not to leave the house without him or someone else to protect you. you listened to him, but that didn’t mean you liked to.

you were busy getting ready, pulling the brush he’d bought you recently through your hair with ease. he was still watching, silent, memorizing, as if he was etching you into memory.

“you don’t have to try and print me into memory, bruce. you know i’m not leaving you, right?” you smiled teasingly, meeting his eyes for the first time that night through the mirror.

he had bruises galore, and the cuts weren’t as bad. you worried for him whenever he left, but it was inevitable that he would come back injured. the best you could do? hold him and help him as he needed.

you might as well be a licensed masseuse, the amount of times your hands delicately found the knots in his shoulders and neck and smoothed them easily.

“mhm.” he confirmed, “habit.” he huffed, his voice laced with exhaustion (evident through how much huskier his voice was and how his eyes drooped).

“i’m sure it is, darling.” you were smiling still.

as you turned to him, his eyes lit up slightly. as you stood up his eyes followed; he was entranced by every little thing you did.

“go on and start the shower, i need to talk to alfred and make sure tim and damian are asleep, okay?” you were closer to him, gently pressing a soft kiss to his forehead.

he never forgot where your lips touched, the softness was almost enough for him to fall asleep then and there. but regardless, his eyes found yours.

“speak to alfred as in, you’re going to go cancel and reschedule my entire day tomorrow so i can stay home with you?” his lips perked up on the sides, hands finding your waist as if it were muscle memory.

“exactly!” you grinned, kissing his nose before escaping him and running lightly down the hall.

alfred was more than happy to do as you asked, smiling and thanking you for taking such good care of someone as difficult to care for as bruce.

of course you knew how hard it was to care for him, but after so long it became second nature.

same with tim, and damian. tim never managed to get enough sleep until you came in, chiding him into bed with the paternal care of a mother he craved, hugging you tightly before he went to bed.

damian was the same, basically. unable to sleep easily without you beside him to help him enter his rem cycle.

“tim?” you knocked softly on his door, “it’s nearly midnight, tim, why don’t you go to bed?” you had opened it after he gave you the go-ahead.

“is it?” he yawned, nearly knocking over a half-full cup of recently made coffee.

“mhm. come on, bedtime.” you smiled, walking to where he sat as softly pulling him away.

he looked up at you the same way a child would with their mother—adoration filling his eyes and tiredness following close behind it.

he stood up and wrapped you into a tight hug, biding you goodnight before collapsing on his bed and falling asleep instantly.

further down the hall, you found yourself outside of damian’s room.

opening the door after a soft knock and a go-ahead, you met damian’s eyes with a kind smile. he too looked tired, wanting desperately for sleep but unable to find it.

“i was beginning to believe you wouldn’t show up.” damian muttered, practically running to you and hiding himself in your stomach. your face filled with a bigger smile, rubbing his back and laughing quietly.

“you know i’ll be here every night, damian.” you gently brushed his hair back with your fingers, guiding him to his bed.

he had already changed into his pajamas, crawling under the covers and waiting for you to join him.

“what chapter did we end off on last night?” you picked up damian’s old and tattered copy of jane austen, flipping halfway through the book as you sat beside him.

“i don’t remember.” damian shrugged, cuddling up into your side and resting his head against your shoulder.

this was the mundanity that the wayne manor needed. you were like everyone’s mother, chiding and scolding, while also showing love and affection.

alfred loved that you cared for bruce in ways he couldn’t, making sure he slept and was well loved and cared for. alfred loved how you cared for everyone. your kindness was unlimited in the house, and unconditional.

you remained with damian for five minutes before he was fast asleep.

leaving was easy, silently slipping out of the room and shutting off his lights. passing by tim’s room, you could see him still fast asleep, breathing light and snoring quietly.

you smiled, heart filling with an innate love for each boy.

back in you and bruce’s room, you found him waiting in the room, new clothes in hand and towels alongside them.

“sorry, did i take too long?” you asked, sliding towards him and accepting the clothes he held out to you.

“no, not at all. tim and damian are asleep?” he walked after you into the slightly steaming bathroom.

“yeah, alfred’s moved all your appointments and meetings back a few days. from today to thursday, so i’ll be forcing you to spend the next few days relaxing.” you ran a hand along his skin.

you had both discarded clothing and climbed into the shower, done before too long and holding each other in bed. he was laid against you, his head in your chest and your hands making work against the countless knots in his shoulders, back, and neck.

“we should get married.” bruce spoke into your chest, vibrating your body as you smiled.

“yeah? why?” you paused the massage to begin playing with his hair, careful not to hurt him.

“why not? plus… damian and tim, as well as alfred,” bruce brought his head up to meet your eyes, “they’ve all been asking when we’re finally getting married.”

“why don’t we talk about it tomorrow, hm?” you smiled, eyes sparkling as you memorized the look in his eyes.

bruce hummed in agreement, burying himself back in your chest as sleep overcame the both of you.

abrupt ending whoops anyways hi

masterlist — requests are open — lovesickwounds 25

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PLEADING ( jason todd ) he liked to plead with you, in attempts to make you move in with him—where he thought you should be forever.

no warnings!

━━━━ JASON SAT UPRIGHT in his bed. he’d come back from patrol hours ago, unable to sleep and alone is his apartment. you’d slept over last night, but left early this morning when you had work.

he could still your perfume in his bathroom, where you left the bottle. you were coming back, he just had to wait. but, god, did waiting take forever. he stared quietly at the wall in front of his bed, shirtless with the same pants he wore on patrol on.

he was waiting, for you.

he always did.

patient, quiet, dazed, consistently waiting for your presence beside him to keep him levelheaded. if he could, he would let you quit your job and run away with him somewhere where you two could stay alone.

he took a quiet deep breath, running his hands along his face. he was hopeless. jason todd was hopeless, and it was all because of you.

when he heard your keys hitting against the keyhole of the front door, he got up and walked to the entryway, where he watched you walk in with a tired smile.

“hey, baby.” you smiled at him, kicking your shoes off to their spot, walking to him and pulling him into a soft kiss.

“hey.” he grumbled, his massive muscular arms encircling your waist and holding you close to him. he could feel your breathing against him, and every part of him relaxed suddenly.

“have you showered since you got home from patrol?” you carefully ran your hand through his hair. he shook his head, and let you guide him to the master bathroom that connected to his room.

to your guys’s room.

gathering towels, you let jason into the large bathroom, beginning to run the shower on a warm setting as you both discarded your clothes.

intimately he held you, never daring to push past the limits and into sexual desires—he just wanted your presence around him. you relaxed him better than any massage ever could.

he hummed constantly as he held you close, letting you run your hands through his hair and watch steam begin to rise.

together you walked into the shower, where he watched you shampoo and condition your hair before moving onto him.

beginning with the shampoo, you scratched it against jason’s scalp, moving around the bubbles and suds of the shampoo in his hair softly before washing it out carefully.

you did the same with the conditioner, before the two of you took your time finishing up.

out of the shower, dried and in fresh clothes (jason in a simple pair of black sweatpants and you in his baggy shorts and his baggy shirt), you led him to sit at the kitchen island as you made food.

“how was work?” he asked, his rough voice quiet and careful not to break the serene peace in the apartment. it never felt like this when you were gone.

“fine, my boss is being an ass again, though. angelina dropped out of a massive project a week before the deadline, so now i have to work late again tomorrow to get it done on time.” you sighed softly, chopping vegetables across the island from him.

“so quit.” he said casually, “i can support both of us, love, you can stay here all day and go out whenever you want.” he reached for you, running his fingers across the top of your hand before pulling his back.

“what’s the catch?” you grinned, moving to the stove.

“marriage, probably.” he walked to you, ignoring the soreness of his feet as he came to you and wrapped his arms around you. you could feel him leaning against you slightly, practically passing out.

“hmm… doesn’t sound too bad.” you joked, “but are you serious, jason?” you let the water you needed begin the long process of boiling, turning to him as he leaned against the counter next to the stove.

“yeah, i am. i hate it when you go home.” he smiled boyishly, letting his hand rest on your hip now.

he always seemed to need to be touching you somehow. your hand, back, arm, leg, anywhere—as long as he could feel you, he was fine.

“of course you do.” you teased him, kissing his nose softly.

“i’m serious, i want you to move in. you can quit your job too, get a calmer one you actually want, i can support us.” he pleaded with you.

“here, tell me if these are cooked?” you switched the conversation briefly, holding up a noodle for him to taste test. he smiled as he did, your hand carefully holding his chin.

“a little longer.” he muttered, holding your hand and softly kissing your wrist. you smiled and chuckled, stirring the noodles again before walking back to lean against the counter.

“why do you want me to move in again?” you smiled again as you met his eyes.

“because i think ill die if you don’t.” jason spoke casually, running his hand through his hair.

“dramatic, but fair. my lease ends next week, i think.”

“i’ll pay for the rest if you agree right now.” he deadpanned, staring straight at you with a sort of pleading look in his eyes that withered away your resilience to move too fast.

with jason, it felt… it felt natural, almost. to progress so fast would typically be bad, and frowned upon, but with him it didn’t feel that way. if he married next month, you’d probably say yes right away.

“there isn’t anything else to pay, but you know i’ll agree.” you chuckled softly as you pulled the noodles off the stove after turning the burners off.

jason was widely smiling, doing as you asked when you kindly asked him to begin working on the sauce.

“good.” he hummed, letting the sauce simmer as he approached you—wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing your neck. you giggled quietly, reached to rub your hand against his cheek softly.

he melted.

leaning against you even more as the two as you stood in the middle of your kitchen, his arms were tight around your waist. he was warm, which you appreciated, and grounding.

“you okay, baby?” you asked him, continuing to gently rub his cheek. he moved when you did, not moving away from your neck or taking his arms off of your waist, yet he moved easily in tandem with you.

“mhm, just enjoying the moment.” he said, his gruff voice muffled as he remained in the crook of your neck.

“of course.” you teased lightly, reaching over and turning on a random playlist. the first song was soft, peaceful, and light in the air.

it was a classical song, easy in the environment you and jason were in. you hummed quietly to what you could, not noticing when jason moved back to the island and sat down.

you passed him a plate full, waiting to eat yours until he said something.

“this is so good.” jason mumbled after a bite, immediately going back for more. while he was a fast and messy eater, you were calmer. he ate like he’d never eaten before.

“yeah? i’ll have to save the recipe.” you grinned, leaning forward with a napkin to carefully help him wipe what he missed.

“so, should i see about taking the next few days off? help you move in?” he had finished, discarding his plate into the sink, where he would later wash the other dishes in the same sink.

“sure, if you wanna. tv?” you had finished too, discarding your plate with his before slightly jogging to the couch in front of him. you laughed as he chased you, tickling up your sides.

jason knew for certain that you were meant to be here, with him and only him. as possessive as it seems, he felt it was true. you were everything to him.

and he knew it was worth it in the end, as much as he hated his family and everything about his life—he had you to make it better.

BAD ENDING IM SORRRYYYYYYYYYYY anyways hi

masterlist — requests are open!! — lovesickwounds 25

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MAIN MASTERLIST ⋆♆.˚

𓊝 PERCY JACKSON

𓊝 LUKE CASTELLAN

𓊝 NICO DI ANGELO

𓊝 ANNABETH CHASE

𓊝 GROVER UNDERWOOD

𓊝 CARL GRIMES

𓊝 RON ANDERSON

𓊝 ENID

𓊝 GLENN RHEE

𓊝 BETH GREENE

𓊝 MAGGIE GREENE/RHEE

𓊝 DARYL DIXON

𓊝 RICK GRIMES

𓊝 BRUCE WAYNE

— spoiled

𓊝 DICK GRAYSON

𓊝 JASON TODD

— pleading

𓊝 TIM DRAKE

𓊝 DAMIAN WAYNE

— sound of music

𓊝 STEPHANIE BROWN

𓊝 CASSANDRA CAIN

𓊝 CLARK KENT

𓊝 JONATHAN KENT

𓊝 TODD ANDERSON

𓊝 CHARLIE DALTON

𓊝 STEPHEN MEEKS

𓊝 GERARD PITTS

𓊝 NEIL PERRY

𓊝 KNOX OVERSTREET

𓊝 REMUS LUPIN

𓊝 SIRIUS BLACK

𓊝 JAMES POTTER

𓊝 REGULUS BLACK

𓊝 LILY EVANS

𓊝 HARRY POTTER

𓊝 RON WEASLEY

𓊝 HERMIONE GRANGER

𓊝 GEORGE WEASLEY

𓊝 FRED WEASLEY

𓊝 SEAMUS FINNIGAN



𓊝 NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM

(this is “the lost boys” by the way!!)

𓊝 PAUL

𓊝 MARKO

𓊝 DAVID

𓊝 DWAYNE

𓊝 SAM EMERSON

𓊝 MICHAEL EMERSON

𓊝 STAR

any other miscellaneous ones will be added here!! (or given their own spot lol, only added if i do so few characters from something)

𓊝 MITCH KRAMER

𓊝 RANDALL ‘PINK’ FLOYD