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to all the people who were expecting any batboys updates I AM SO SORRY. i will try to be active on this account but i am moving over to @blooddlusts now! so if there are any ENHYPEN fans here feel free to follow me over there!

SO SORRY BESTIES!

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no because why do i really a whole stand-off parter fic of just jason todd and y/n being so persephone and like hades coded BUT ALSO ADD A DASH OF HERCULES AND MEGARA! like totally all over the place but y/n needs to live off of pomegranate seeds in order to survive and just the angst of love AND ARGH EVERYTHING! guys pls tell me to write this…

…and also send me some requests i beg. i need to get back on writing on this damn app

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the fact that i've been inactive for so long and i'm seeing that all of my moots have also been inactive which makes me SO SAD because i miss my friends so much

...literally trying not to bawl and be sad. this is what i get for being inactive for a hot minute (the same to my wattpad people i'm so sorry)

sooo uhh anyone wanna be moots???

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You’re so valid for that 18 month break, LMAO. As a fellow hobby writer, it sometimes just has to be done.

it was a very kinda therapeutic break but it honestly made me miss writing SO MUCH. like it's the way that i wanna ask for people to spam my inbox with requests but i haven't even finished any yet I'M SOBBING

also like jason todd and young justice have been making a comeback all over my tiktok so imma take this as a sign that i need to get back on my writing grind ASAP PRONTO

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GUYS TELL ME WHY I AM HAVING A MAJOR BIG BRAIN MOMENT!!!

someone tell me to please write this new series of the batboys based on sabrina carpenter songs LIKE TELL ME THIS ISN’T A GOOD IDEA ASKFNBGSK. like…. please please please JUST RADIATES dick grayson energy (like bruh, the whole sub fic??? him begging ASKGK) TASTE IS LITERALLY JUST JASON TODD CODED I SWEAR, i need an edit with this man and this song. but like, kinda halloween based fic about him and his lust for love with y/n being caught in a violent, gorey crossfire of love I THINK YES. OR JUNO, DEFINATELY THAT TOO tim drake gives off that he listens to espresso or dumb and poetic. i haven’t decided yet so HELP guys…damian most certainly knows don’t smile like the back of his hand because that one SPEAKS TO HIM.

aight…so everyone done for this??? all in favor??? this could be my batboys comeback someone pls tell me that this is a good idea i beg!

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I'M BACK BITCHES! bruh that eighteen month hiatus was like bueno for my mental health but also at the same time i feel like a whacked up newbie in the fact that i also haveb't written ANY content in 18 months soo like imma work on those requests for sure BUT DROP ME SOME NEW BATBOYS CONTENT SO I CAN WRITE THE GOOD STUFF!!!

to all my besties out there...sorry i like disappeared off the face of the earth PLS FORGIVE ME

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That sub Dick Grayson smut you wrote was the best thing since sliced bread

aww thanks babes <3! i'm glad ya liked it....might have to hope on the smut writing train again 👀

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Could you do a reader x Damian fic: Damian tells the reader, his long time freind, he has a crush on her, but she would rather stay freinds?

LOVE SICK BOY ! damian wayne 

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: yeah we were born to be alone. but why we still looking for love?

𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: damian wayne x fem! reader, cloud gazing, skipping class, accidental crush confessions, friend zoning, long time crush, angsty vibes?, just damain wayne being single ig

𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬: i accidentally posted a request for this cute jason todd fluff without even writing anything down so now i have to resort to writing more sad things about the batboys i’m gonna cry 

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“that cloud looks like lion,” you pointed at one of the many fluffy clouds that were drifting in the brilliant blue sky.

turning your head over to the side, you watched as tiny chuckle escaped damian’s lips as he gazed at the clouds with you.

were the two of you supposed to be in history class right now? probably. 

and yet you convinced mr. “i-hate-everything” grumpy pants to sneak up to the roof of gotham academy and spend the rest of your class time wasting it away together. had you asked him the first time you met the guy, well, he would have given you a disgusted look and turned away from you in an instant. but lucky for you, you had the chance that many would consider being a privilege...and that was being damian’s friend.

the sleeves of his white uniform blouse were rolled up, his blazer was lying somewhere beside him and his tie was loose around his neck. for a guy who you had only seen with a never wrinkled uniform seeing damian this loose was soothing. recently, things had been different. damian had never said no to every offer and the usual scoffs and eyeballs had turned into smirks and laughs. 

and he had his reasons. for the most calculating and intelligent guy in gotham academy, he knew that you were gazing at him at this very moment. what you didn’t know was how his heart was suddenly beating more pulses per minute. what you didn’t know was how clammy his hands were as he rested his head under his arms. what you didn’t know was that with every yes he said, he watched that beam in your eyes light up. and he liked that way.

you shifted away from gazing at damian to look back at the clouds in the sky. squinting, you raised your hand and pointed to another cloud in front of you. “and that cloud looks like a walrus,” you added on.

a roar of laughter escaped his mouth. “what’s so funny?” you pouted as you looked over at damian who was clutching his stomach as he was still throwing a couple fits of laughter. “i just don’t know how you’re seeing any of this stuff,” he replied as he turned to meet your gaze.

truth be told at that damian could see were clouds. he didn’t know how you managed to see a walrus or a lion. if anything they were just what he read in textbooks. the concept of gazing at clouds seemed like a total bore, but seeing that he had read the history textbook cover to cover and that you had offered to skip class together...he would have picked an option with you over class anyway.

you raised an eyebrow before inching yourself closer towards him. in an instant, your hand had suddenly found his. was this a dream? if damian had superpowers like his friend jonathan kent he would have probably been shooting lasers out of his eyes. but his heart was 100% beating faster than it was ten seconds ago. 

you gazed at him with that smile that made him want to melt like a puddle and turned your gaze back to the clouds. holding up your hands together you made him point to another cloud up in the sky. “c’mon, tell me what that cloud over there looks like,” you said as you pointed to a big fluffy cloud in the centre of your vision.

damain shrugged. “it just looks like another cloud,” 

maybe he shouldn’t have said that. because you instantly swatted him in the stomach with your extra hand. seeing you like this made another smile break through his face. “what i’m just being honest!” he exclaimed which earned another hit to the stomach.

“can’t you at least try to be creative?” you asked as you gazed at him. here damian wayne was praying that you couldn’t feel how sweaty his hands were.

“fine, fine. i guess that cloud over there looks like...a heart?” damian said unsurely as he cocked his head to the side. shit. did he just say that out loud?

“huh, i would say it looks more like an onigiri but i think that’s because that’s what my parents are making for dinner,” you replied with a shrug of your shoulders.

“are we supposed to find meaning when we identify a cloud?” damian asked as he scrunched his face in confusion. with a shrug of your shoulders you nodded in reply.

perhaps this was his chance. that one moment that damian would read from the jane austen books that he would borrow from jason. if by all means confessing to you would rid him from the butterflies attacking him the stomach and this sweaty hands syndrome then perhaps this was the time to take the leap of faith and jump.

“i like you,”

fuck. 

did he just say that too?

“what?” you asked as you looked at him. 

“you asked me to find the meaning in the clouds and when i saw the heart it reminded me of you. i like you. more than platonically,” damain explained as he gazed into your eyes. 

the more he looked, the more he was expecting to see your cheeks pink to see the smile touch your lips until you would echo the same words that escaped his own lips. but it was hollow. the smile that touched your lips didn’t touch your eyes and instead of feeling the beating sensation of his pulse, it was if it stopped when you couldn’t give a smile that completed the feelings he had for you.

“but you don’t feel the same way,” the words quavered as they split out of his mouth as he spoke the answer that you couldn’t have the courage to say.

“damian, i’m sorry. shit, if you knew what i was going to say you would have probably not skipped history class with me,” you apologized as you looked over  at damian who weakly smiled at your response.

“can we still be friends?” to which he nodded in reply.

perhaps the nod was a soothing comfort to you but for damian he was experiencing the woes of heartache as he agreed to remaining friends. while you breathed air of relief he was breathing the agony that came from rejection.

after all, he was just a lovesick boy.

likes, comments & reblogs are appreciated <3

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when you accidentally post a request and you didn’t even get a chance to write what you wanted to write and now it’s deleted i’m crying 

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heacanon! jason todd with his blackpink limited editor nightstick screaming at the top of his lungs when pink venom came out. i think yes

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WHERE THEY LIKE TO KISS YOU ! 

DICK GRAYSON:

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ your lips ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚  he loves to kiss your lips. dick could kiss you all day if he wanted to. he loves how perfect your lips are when they touch his, it's like he's always in euphoria when he kisses you. of course, he likes to kiss you on other parts of your body, but when he kisses your lips, he's bound to melt in your arms. he loves how soft your lips are, even if they aren't soft at times, he loves kissing your lips no matter what.

JASON TODD: 

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ your temples ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ believe it or not, he's more into kissing your temples. as much as jason could kiss your lips and your neck all day. he loves to kiss your temples. it reassures the two of you just how special your relationship is. sure he has quite a passionate side when it comes to kisses, but a soft kiss to your temples, or even his lips just brushing them softly is enough to make his day.

TIM DRAKE:

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ your cheeks ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ he loves to kiss you on the cheeks. before he goes on missions, he'll kiss you on the cheek. when he comes back from missions, he'll kiss you on the cheek. if you two are running late, he'll kiss you on the cheek. after making a crappy joke and you're laughing your ass off, this boy will kiss you on the cheek no matter what. he loves watching you smile when he kisses you.

DAMIAN WAYNE:

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ your forehead˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ he feels so protective when he kisses you on the forehead, and you feel protected when he does such a simple act of love. now, damian isn't the one who normally likes to kiss and show affection, but when you're having a down day, he likes to hold you in his arms and kiss your forehead. for that small moment, all seems right in the world and you forget about your problems because he's there to help you out.

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anyways i’ve decided to be an impulsive little bitch again and move all of my anime content to its own separate account because why not. so @/planetkeijis or @/tomiokas???

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WHAT HE CALLS YOU !

DICK GRAYSON: 

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ babe & cutie ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ dick loves to call you these two names, for two obvious reasons. 1) he loves seeing your face burn brighter when he calls you "babe" or "cutie" when you're mad. he loves seeing you get flustered while you're angry at the same time, frankly because you end up getting distracted easily. 2) because dick grayson loves you! he would do anything to call you "babe" and "cutie" because he wants to give you that constant reminder that you mean the world to him!

JASON TODD:

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ princess & doll face ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚  jason is such a tease, he loves to call you these names to make you blush furiously. but when you're drunk, you'll just grin and call him "sexy" back. he still calls you "dollface" the one time he broke through your window to get stitched up. he loves making you smile and just by calling you these names it lights you up when you're feeling down. because you always know jason is there to make you feel better.

TIM DRAKE:

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ darling& sunshine ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚  you mean the world to tim. everyday you are the light in his eyes and he wants to remind you how much you mean to him. he loves calling you by the sweetest names to show that he cares about you so much. tim is such a gentleman in the name department as he calls you by the prettiest of names that he can imagine. let's just say all of those books that you gave him really impacted the words he would call you.

DAMIAN WAYNE:

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ beloved & love ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚  damian tends to go with traditional names, but it still shows that coming from an island full of assassins comes a long way. he loves calling you by these names. damian knows it makes you happy to know that he does show how much he cares about you, but he also loves how your smile beams twice as brighter when he calls you those names. he's glad to have someone like you.

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Your thoughts on something angsty about dick- LIKE MAYBE AN ANGSTY SCENARIO? He dances with someone else, doesn't notice you standing right there, he's leaving again- i don't know i don't have a magical mind like you do so please send help 🥲

CAN WE DANCE ! dick grayson

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: i talk a lot of shit when i’m drinking, baby. i’m known to go a little too fast

𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: dick grayson x gn! reader, angst, insecurity, mentions of an unhealthy relationship, suggestive language, cursing, mentions of drinking/alcohol, basically just me writing angst at its finest :/

𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬: the way i’m lowkey concerned for everyone’s wellbeing that keeps asking me for angst fics, like i don’t remember the last time that i actually wrote something not angsty do you guys like being sad??

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a shaky breath escaped your lips as you glanced down at your watch, watching the tiny hand of the clock keep ticking around to represent the seconds that would turn into minutes, minutes that would turn into hours. your hands reached over to grasp the glass cup that was in front of you, feeling the champagne fall down your throat as you took a sip while your eyes gazed back and forth, flickering through what felt like millions of people in one room. yet he wasn’t there.

the champagne swayed back and forth inside the glass cup like it was a rising tide that was ready to spill out from the glass and onto your clothes. had it not been that your eyes took note of your shaky hands, maybe you wouldn’t have even noticed. your heart fluttered, and not in the way it would when you would gaze into his eyes, more like the same fluttery feeling when you knew that he was going to be late, when you were wondering when he was going to show up, when he was leaving you to second guess everything. 

“c’mon grayson,” you muttered under your breath as you pulled out your phone. no texts, no missed calls, nothing. 

the empty promise lurched itself into your throat as you patiently waited for his arrival. the maybes, the what-if’s lurched inside your mind like they were supposed to be some hopeful abyss for you to sink in. and yet, gazing at the couples on the dance floor, the pairs chatting amongst themselves at their tables, you knew it was too good to be true.

stumbling out in what seemed to be a miracle, was him. dick grayson. the one and only. glancing down at your watch did you feel the air of a scowl escape your lips. three hours late, three fucking hours. 

your eyes glued onto him as you watched those tantalizing lips, the ones that you would spend nights kissing, blossom into a smile as he maneuvered around the crowd. shaking hands, saying his hellos and how are you’s. not once did those eyes of him shift, turning around for the very person who invited him to this gala. and when a woman with long locks of blonde hair, her nails trailing up on his arm, whispered in his ear, her eyes gazing at the dance floor, he broke into a grin and said yes.

this event is what some people would call the final straw, the last nerve that had popped. but watching that lady, that seductive lady ask him “can we dance?” it wasn’t some taunt or jeer, not some vein that was going to burst leading you to bleed. it was more like the bottle of champagne that you were now chugging down, hoping that the alcohol could stitch up the wounds that had torn your heart into broken flesh.

how could he do this? did anything ever mean anything? did those kisses, those intertwined hands as you moaned into his skin, as he panted that he loved you, did they mean anything?

his happy countenance seemed to suggest otherwise. those eyes looked like they had never been happier as he danced with that woman and where his hands were placed on her body, it made it seem like she had everything you lacked. words penetrated your mind like rocks as with each twirl that smirk on his lips haunted your mind. was he even happy with you? were you even good enough for someone like him?

gripping the fabrics of your clothes you hitched your breath as you tried to muster every ounce of courage to look away from him. but the faint tear that trickled down your cheek suggested otherwise. screw it, there was no point going to this event if your date was off dancing with other women. you knew that dick was polite, hell he could part the crowd like the red sea with his charisma. and perhaps that was his downfall, because you always had second thoughts. 

and seeing his hands sliding down past her waist only confirmed those horrible thoughts that your mind plagued you with. 

getting up from your seat, you stumbled your way out onto the dance floor. perhaps having one too many glasses on champagne was the reason why you felt the need to push past so many sweaty people who were ruining their expensive clothes on the dance floor, or why you were making closer. closer to him.

the alcohol must have kicked in by now, because there was no way in hell if you were sober that you would have brushed past that woman with such force that she almost fell back from the impact. that’s if, if dick hadn’t caught her.

“hey, watch where you’re going—”

—his voice trailed as his eyes locked with you. widened, like he had been caught in the act like there was no way, no reason, no excuse to get himself out of this one. the narrow stare you reflected back at him, behind it, full of betrayal, hurt and shame that you had spent hours of your heart dedicated to that man. who was shocked that he was caught, not because of what he did.

“y/n,” he breathed as he let go of the woman’s “waist” reaching out to touch you by the arm. “what bullshit of an excuse are you going to try to come up with this time?” you scoffed while pulling your arm away from his grasp.

shit that felt good. walking past him, it felt like for once you finally had your leverage against him. how many times had dick made it feel like you were the one in the wrong, how many times did you cry back for forgiveness, how many times did you watch him gaze at other people who looked better than you? making you rot into this never-ending pit of insecure thoughts. and it was finally coming to an end.

“we need to talk,” 

there it was, that assertive voice that felt like a thunder about to turn into a storm. you felt his grip on your arm again, whirling around his eyes were stirring, like a plan had formulated in his mind and he was trying to make sure to win you back again. no, not this time.

“talk? what's there to talk about, dick?” you scoffed as a tiny smirk touched your lips as you gazed up into his eyes. “you had me waiting hours and as soon as you show up you go groping some random woman’s ass while i’m waiting,” you started as you poked a finger in his chest.

“i can explain,” 

“explain? explain what? how i’ve been stuck sitting and waiting, wondering when my boyfriend is going to show when newsflash! he’s dancing off with someone else, placing his hands on her body knowing that he’s in a fucking relationship,” the words rolled off your tongue like butter, the alcohol had finally let you say the words that you were trying to shove down your throat for so long.

“you don’t mean that, you’re drunk, y/n. i’m here, i’ve been looking for you, i wasn’t dancing with anyone,” 

“oh, so because i’m drunk i’m seeing things. i’m sick and tired of you gaslighting me, dick. i’m sick of seeing you gaze at people prettier than me like you know i can never amount to what they have. i’m sick of how you treat me like a piece of garbage. and i don’t give a shit that it’s the alcohol that’s taking over my tongue. they say that you’re more honest drunk than sober,” you snapped as you shot him an icy glare.

“i’m done. i’m done trying so hard only for you to never look in my direction. did you even love me?” you asked as you cocked your head to the side. 

his silence was frustrating but it was the unfortunate answer that you had to receive. dick said nothing, he didn’t answer your question. instead, he stared at you in shock, his eyes wide as if he never expected those words to come out of your mouth.

“wow,” a forced chuckle escaped your mouth as you felt the tears start fall down your cheeks. “the next time you want to be in a relationship, do it because you love them so they don’t waste their time,”

and with that, you turned on your heel, feeling your heart shatter knowing that dick grayson wouldn’t run to apologize or ask for another chance. he was going to ask someone else to dance. and it wasn’t going to be you

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let’s talk about spy x family BECAUSE DAMN I LOVED THE FIRST EPISODE

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hey send me some jujutsu kaisen requests!

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Hi! Can you write anything with Jason having a nurse girlfriend please? Thank you!

AN APPLE A DAY ! jason todd

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: prescription pills, broken bones, but a heart that’s still in one piece for you

𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: jason todd x fem! nurse reader, blood, needles, fluff, mild cursing, suggestive language, sloppy kisses, cleaning up jason’s wounds after patrol 

𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬: this is like the first request that i’ve done in LITERAL AGES. i am so sorry for everyone who spammed my asks, i promise i’ll get to all of them. my anime obsession has been getting the best of me so don’t be surprised if i switch from writing about jason todd to nanami kento!

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working overtime at the gotham general hospital was gruelling, the hours were 100% the reason why you had to ask your boyfriend to crack your back every time you came home from your shift. it was excruciating, yet the smile on your face as you watched patients recover was worth all of the back pains, all of the headaches because you were making a change in gotham city,

a yawn escaped your lips as you rummaged through your purse looking for your keys. it was already two in the morning and you had just finished your shift. not even a cup of coffee could stop your eyelids from drooping down as you drove yourself back to your apartment. not even blaring your boyfriend's upbeat playlists was doing the trick and you thought that listening to hotel room service would do the trick. it took a couple of seconds before you head the apartment lock click open and you walked inside.

kicking off your shoes, you threw your purse on the counter nearby. letting out another yawn, you scratched your back making your way to get ready to go to bed and take a nice long nap before you were called back into work.

"well it's about damn time you showed up,"

the hairs of your back instantly stuck up and you jumped back in shock. maybe you shouldn’t have watched who knows how many episodes of criminal minds, now there was an intruder in your home. you couldn’t go back to the counter, what if the intruder was already there? shit, shit, shit. your brain was doing twice the amount of thinking then usual and that wasn’t exactly the best thing for you at the moment.

suddenly, one of the lights in the living room turned on. your body was paralyzed. here it was, you were going to turn around and you were going to die. this wasn’t how you wanted to go out! after an exhausting shift, couldn’t the intruder have just murdered you when you were sleeping or something? 

“what the hell are you doing just standing there? it looks like you’re trying not to shit!” ah, now that wasn’t the sound of an intruder. you turned around to see your boyfriend lying back on the armchair, his helmet thrown onto the ground, his hair all mussed and sweaty and—

“—holy shit, jay! you’re bleeding!” you gasped as you gazed at his bare chest that was covered in scratches, purple bruises and his own makeshift bandages that were already drenched in crimson blood. your boyfriend only looked at you, cocking his head to the side while wincing in pain “really, i had no idea,” he replied sarcastically.

you rolled your eyes before making your way to one of the cupboards, grabbing the first aid kit before making your way towards him. leave it to jason todd to be the reason why you can’t catch a break from your job. 

your hands found the bottle of rubbing alcohol, dabbing it on a gauze before stripping off the makeshift bandages on his body before rubbing the gauze on your boyfriend’s chest. his body tensed up as you proceeded to run the alcohol around his wounds, burning him ever so slightly. he bit his lip before throwing his head back to soften the groans that wanted to escape his laughs. a tiny laugh escaped your lips as you looked up at him, watching him try not to groan.

your lips moved up to his neck, giving him a nice long kiss, hearing a soft moan escape his lips before you went back down to tend to his wounds. “now you have something to moan about,” you laughed as your eyes locked with his, the corner of your lips moving up to a smirk as he only shook his head in response.

“wanna tell me what happened this time?” you asked as you opened the first aid kit. 

“just the usual. a girl was coming out of a club and some assholes tried to jump her, they hit me a couple of times in the head with a baseball bat, hit him stomach a couple of times, i’m pretty sure one of them had a knife. and you know what, that woman whipped out a taser and her pepper spray and took them all down,” jason explained as he ran a hand through his hair, grimacing as the alcohol continued to burn his wounds.

your hands went back into the first aid box until you fished out a needle to prepare to stitch up some of the open wounds. “huh, i never thought that you’d be the damsel in distress this time,” you teased as you inserted the needle inside his skin, slowly starting to stitch up the damage.

“shit, y/n. maybe a little warning the next time you poke me with that metal thing,” jason scowled as he threw his head back, trying not to groan as you were stitching one of his wounds. no matter how many times you two would go over this process, jason hated getting his stitches done.

“FUCK! ow! ow! OW! y/n! STOP! it hurts!” jason yelled as he reached down to place a hand on your wrist, as you had sealed one of the wounds shut. “look i’m sorry! but if you want to stop bleeding you’re going to have to relax,” you replied while looking up into his eyes. your hand moved to touch his, placing a kiss on the palm of his hand, you gazed right up at him, watching as his breath steadied after your lips brushed his skin.

“can’t i just eat an apple, instead?” jason asked as he leaned back into the chair, winching as you started working on closing in another wound. “an apple? what the fuck is an apple going to do to help stop the bleeding?” you asked as you scrunched your face up in confusion.

“an apple a day keeps the doctor away, am i right?” 

“jason, i’m a nurse,” you replied as you pulled the thread back a little bit more aggressively than needed, hearing him groan was enough to make your heart skip a little faster as you imagined those same sounds echoing from his voice in bed.

“tell you what,” you started as you ran a hand up his chest before moving up to sit on his lip. your eyes didn’t bother to meet his as your hands twirled with his locks of hair, touching his jawline before meeting his gaze as your lips pressed his. “if you let me finish stitching you up, i promise i’ll give you something better than a stupid apple,” you whispered in his ear.

he cocked his head to the side and smirked before pulling you in for another kiss. “i like the sound of that,”