#i may have cried a little

[mostly-imagines]

I Missed My Funeral

jason todd x reader

aka you learn what happened to jason

warnings: detailed discussion of how jason died, this is not so happy but i can promise you my jason angst will always have comfort

You wonder if your nightmares are accurate.

Your brain is probably just conjuring up every worst case scenario it can fathom, but maybe there’s truth to one of them. You hope not.

It’s something you haven’t been able to keep out of your mind these past few weeks, and everything seems to remind you of it. When you see his guns, when you’re using a knife to cut up dinner, when you see a car crash on the news, or even when you walk past a fucking pharmacy. The thoughts are everywhere, all the time.

Even as you lay in bed, head on his chest, your mind keeps on drifting where you wish it wouldn’t.

You know he died. He never said it out loud, but you’d seen his autopsy scar plenty of times. You’d always refrained from asking questions, he seemed nervous enough the first handful of times he was around you with his shirt off. Enough time has passed that he’s comfortable being shirtless around you, even okay when you touch his chest. The decrease in boundaries has granted you more solace in one another, but it’s also caused your mind to go wild with possibilities. 

Even now, as you lie against his bare chest, you can’t keep your cat-killing thoughts away.

“You’re being quiet,” He comments, not accusatory, just factual. 

You snap out of reverie, “Sorry, I—”

His hand soothes up and down your arm without pause, “Don’t be sorry. What’s going on?”

“I just…” you look down, thinking over your words. “What…what happened to you?” You ask quietly.

He goes still. 

You immediately regret bringing it up, sitting up from his chest to meet his eyes, “I’m sorry, I don’t need to—”

He shakes his head. The slightest response from him shuts you right up. “No, it’s…it’s okay. Probably should’ve said something by now.”

He nudges your head back down to his chest and you oblige, trying to relax your body against him again. It’s a difficult thing to talk yourself into when his isn’t any more relaxed.

“I…you know I used to be Robin?” His voice is low, hesitant.

You nod.

“Well…I made a mistake—a few mistakes. I wasn’t as careful as I should’ve been and I walked into a trap.”

You’re sure he’s placing more blame on himself than he should, though you don’t know enough to fight him on it yet. You wrap your hand around his forearm that drapes across your chest, a silent affirmation that you’re here with nothing but support and reassurance.

His breath stutters, “The, uh…the Joker set me up and…well, he killed me.”

You don’t want to ask how. You don’t want to know how. But you feel like you have to and it’s selfish and you know that but you can’t leave just it at that. 

It’s a barely audible whisper. You’re not even sure Jason could fully hear the word, but he understands the intent anyway.

His next exhale is shaky, “Yeah, um, that’s the rough part.”

Your head twitches. “That’s the rough part?” You breathe out, scared to hear what’s next.

You can’t see from this angle, but Jason’s eyes are welling over, trying desperately not to let tears fall. It takes him a moment to prepare himself to verbalize the next part. 

“He…he be—” he stops himself. “…He hit me with a crowbar. A lot.”

Oh.

You can physically feel your chest sink.

That’s worse than all the horrifying scenarios you’d built up in your head. That’s…he was beaten to death. For trying to help people. 

You don’t want to leave him in the silence for too long, so you ask the only thing you can think to. 

“How old were you?” 

He drops his head to press his mouth against your head, like he’s trying to ground himself. “Fifteen,” He murmurs into your hair.

Oh.  

You flip over so you’re chest to chest with him and hold him tight. “I’m sorry.”

He wasn’t expecting you to say that. The very very few times he’s had anything even remotely relating to this conversation, the revelation is always met by silence. Or worse.

But you’re sorry. No one’s ever said that to him before. About anything, but especially this. What does sorry even mean in this context? You didn’t do anything, are you sorry for asking? Do you…do you feel bad for him?

He swallows hard, “You’re sorry?”

“Yeah,” You say, furrowing your brow. “You’re a good person, Jay. You’re a really good person and…you didn’t deserve any of the shit that happened to you. Especially that. I hate that you’ve been through so much and I’m sorry.”

He refuses to blink but the tears are threatening to win anyways with nowhere else to go. 

He shakes his head weakly, “It was my own fault.” 

“Jason,” you say seriously. “It was not your fault. You were trying to help someone, weren’t you?”

It takes him a moment to respond to that. “I—yeah. Yes. My mom. My birth mom.” He takes a breath, “He, uh, he was blackmailing her and I tried to help her—I tried. But she gave me up to try and save herself…it didn’t matter in the end.”

While you didn’t know about the history with his birth mom, you’d been sure he’d died helping someone. That’s just who he is—whether he knows it or not.

“There was a bomb and it…” He lets that bit trail off. “I don’t remember the explosion. I think I passed out before it happened.”

He doesn’t remember the explosion. But…

He does remember the other part.

You have to drop your head into his neck so that he doesn’t see the way your eyes well up. 

“Please know you’re a good person. Please,” you plead. “You’re the best person I know.”

“But…” his breath comes out shaky, “No one…no one did anything.” 

The tears fall now, and in spite of the fact that he hasn’t let himself cry in front of anyone since he was ten, he doesn’t feel the usual burning impulse to hide. Not from you.

His voice breaks as he says, “He killed me and he didn’t…”

You sit up straight again and hold his face in your hands, looking him in the eye. “That’s not your fault. Whatever Bruce did or didn’t do, it has nothing to do with you. It’s all about him.”

You gently wipe his tears with your thumb as the weight of his head drops forward, leaving your touch the only thing holding him up.

You know he has…problems with Bruce. You know his death is a sore subject among them for more reasons than the obvious. You also know the Joker still lives and breathes today and there’s some sort of rule or agreement that Jason isn’t allowed out on patrol when he’s loose. 

There’s clear trust issues there, on both sides, but you’ve always had trouble figuring out what exactly Bruce had done to leave Jason so closed off. It pushed him away from his family and caused potentially irreparable scarring to his ability to trust other people. It actually makes a lot of sense that this is what caused the rift between them—you’d been thinking maybe Bruce was the reason Jason died or he couldn’t stop it, but this…this is a different kind of damaging. Fuck, no wonder Jason feels like he doesn’t belong in his family. 

You take a heavy breath, “You’re important. You’re important to me and whatever moral roadblocks Bruce couldn’t get over doesn’t change that—it has nothing to do with how good you are.” 

You’re definitely crying now but at this point it doesn’t matter. It’s more important for him to hear this than for you to pretend like this isn’t as horrible as it is.

He doesn’t look up at you but you can see his own tears dripping off his face. You don’t see him cry very much at all, and definitely not like this.

You sniffle, “Do you wanna switch?”

He nods against your palms and lets you out of his hold to sit up as he shifts lower on the bed and wraps his arms around your torso. You weave one of your hands in his hair and stroke softly. The other rubs soothing patterns on his back, feeling the heaviness of his breath under it.

You kiss the top of his head, “I love you. So much.”

He holds you tighter, murmuring “I love you,” into your chest.

It’s quiet for several minutes after as you both process the words said.

You’re the first to pipe up again, “How did…”

He exhales, “Ah…it’s a little complicated…”

He wants to talk about it another time. That’s fine by you.

Another silent minute passes before, “Bruce isn’t…he’s not a bad…we had a lot of problems after I came back. Both of us. Took a while to get over ‘em.” There’s a beat before, “Still getting over ‘em.” 

You nod, continuing tracing onto his back. His voice is clearer again, stronger.

“Is that why you don’t like being at the batcave?” you ask.

“No,” he murmurs. “It’s ‘cause he keeps the suit on display.”

You look down at him, frowning. “What suit?”

“The robin suit.”

You pause.

“That robin suit?”

He nods.

…what

for clarification bc i think i thought this was canon oh well

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[beekeeperspicnic]

Exciting news! The Beekeeper's Picnic will be fully voice acted!!!

I'm absolutely bouncing off the walls with excitement to announce that The Beekeeper's Picnic will now be fully professionally voice acted, with production and direction by the brilliant Ella Watts!

Ella has a phenomenal set of previous projects in the world of audio fiction, including directing and producing Doctor Who: Redacted and directing RE:Dracula (plus everyone should check out her currently-ongoing audio drama Camlann!) The Beekeeper's Picnic is in incredibly capable hands, and I think this will be a huge enhancement to the game.

I'd like to give a massive thank-you to Kickstarter backers and people who have supported the digital store. Six months ago I'd have thought that voice acting was completely out reach, but your support has helped to make this possible.

[psyf0rk]

SNAPCHAT FILTERS WORK FOR DESCOLE IM DYING 😭😭😭

im dying help😭😭😭 I FID IT AS A JOKE AND IT WORKED

[masonyouryandereloversblog]

From my first time going to a wrestling event

On 5/29/24

[nenehyuuchiha]

Chapters: 15/15 Fandom: DCU, DCU (Comics), Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics), Superman - All Media Types, Justice League - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent & Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent/Lois Lane Characters: Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, Lois Lane, Alfred Pennyworth, Barry Allen, Arthur Curry (DCU), Diana (Wonder Woman), J'onn J'onzz, Hal Jordan Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, One-Sided Relationship, Pining, Secret Identity, Identity Porn, Identity Reveal, Hurt Bruce Wayne, Minor Clark Kent/Lois Lane, Misunderstandings Series: Part 1 of Þessa heims ok annars Summary:

The words on his skin were his everything. After everything he'd seen, done and been through, they were a reminder that Bruce Wayne still existed. That somewhere there was a person who would love him despite the coldness in his chest and the scars that roped their way across his skin. A reminder that he wasn't alone - that he wasn't destined to live forever in the shadows, silent and isolated. That somewhere out there was the other half of his soul.

He just wasn't expecting the other half of his soul to be an alien.

[izzyscravat]

Stede is a good grief counselor and Ed can’t braid his own hair.

Or

Three times Izzy braided Ed’s hair and one time he didn’t.

Kinda sad but also wholesome.

[carterashofficial]

"let's go to the circus" says Tavily. "It'll be fun. Karlach can get her face painted, Wyll can see Dribbles, there's music, Lae'zel can see exotic animals, Gale can keep that genie from cheating. Oh, and Astarian and I can do that little lovers-quiz! It will be so much fun!"

Astarian: time to ruin her life

Tavily then went right to Sharess' Caress for Hoot's Hooch, got blackout drunk, and was promptly arrested and Karlach, Wyll, and Astarian had to go save her. She won't talk to him. Next stop is the House of Grief b/c poor girl's never had her heart broken like this before.

note: i can't tell you how contemptuous he says the last line. like he's beyond disgusted. its just cruel.

[butmog]

Going to commit some atrocious crimes. I thought i was home alone so i was rambling about how much i love cold popcorn, hot showers, homestuck and mcr and then i turn around to walk into the bathroom and my parental unit is standing there looking at me like this.

[always-an-evergreen]

My partner and I buy each other new ornaments every year and my K.K. ornament finally came in 😭♥️

[humblefryingpan]

Thanks to my mum for not telling me I was rude to someone until the day after (I can't tell if I'm being rude to someone unless I don't like them because I'm bad at social cues) so I felt bad already and then she got mad at me for being upset. That was fun.

Whenever she gets mad at me she says I've "been really difficult for the last few days" and then refuses to say why or what I did wrong so I can't fix it

(I'm fine now but yeahh that made me sad, I feel like an awful person rn)

[hazely-sims]

After so many years of drama and heartbreak, Rose followed her heart all the way to Riverview, where she finally found her soulmate. Don Lothario took her name, officially joining the Spectrum family.

[stargatebarbie]

if you've said anything in the tags of my rainbow stargates I am kissing you sloppy style I am framing every comment

[guest-1-2-3]

"When he was running away, he fell into an empty well."

"Not empty! There were ROCKS at the bottom."

[james-p-sullivan]

just breathe in and out and repeat

i love my cats i love my cats

I LOVE MY CATS

[jowolf862]

Hurts to Love You - Rated T, Complete, One Shot, Background Wolfstar

Regulus Black would always be that one person to Sirius that no matter what he did, no matter what he said, no matter how horrible it was or how terribly he hurt him, would still be the one person that Sirius would love unconditionally. It didn't matter how many times Regulus broke his heart, he would always be his brother. Sirius, once again living in Grimmauld Place, looks back and remembers Regulus.

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“You made your choice, Sirius,” he sighed again, looking back at Sirius, his eyes full of pain. “You left. You stopped trying. You always leave. I’m not the one who left. I’ve always been right here.”

“They would have killed me!” he exclaims, moving in closer to his brother, dropping his voice to avoid anyone overhearing. “You know that I had to leave. I couldn’t stay at that house anymore. You could have come with me.”

“No, I couldn’t have, Sirius. One of us has to stay. One of us has to be the perfect son. The perfect heir. You made your choice. You chose yourself over me. I shouldn’t be surprised. You’ve been doing it since you were eleven, once you realized I wasn’t worth saving anymore.”

“Regulus, no, I… You’re worth saving. You’re worth so much more,” Sirius pled with him.

“It’s too late, Sirius. You’re too late,” Regulus replied, sadly. “It’s too late.”

“It can’t… It’s not too late.”

“It is, Sirius.” Shaking his head and cursing to himself, Regulus moved to push his sleeve up, showing him the tattoo on his forearm. “You’re too late.”

[whenyouarethesun]

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