#jason todd x reader fluff

[kimberly-spirits13]

Break Ups and Make Ups

Jason Todd x reader

Synopsis: Jason breaks up with you to keep you safe only to get saved by you a few weeks later.

Warnings: Mentions of blood, Jason being angsty

Word Count: 3233

Jason couldn’t sleep. He tossed and turned in a bed that felt too large and dreamed of futures he lost from his grasp. Every night was the same. He’d spend his energy patrolling to forget you, drag himself through his apartment, and then come to the realization that he was entirely alone the second the AC hit in the face. What made him even angrier was that it wasn’t even your fault, not entirely at least. To Jason, you were the epitome of perfection and had done nothing wrong. You were meant to be protected at all costs and Jason was sure that he could never protect you when you were with him. Every body he saw, every victim of Gotham he encountered had your face. Maybe it was a fragment of his delusion that caused him to worry so intensely, but to him, it came out of a place of real possibility. 

That’s why he broke it off with you when things started getting serious. All he really remembers from that day was you screaming something he doesn’t remember (or tries to forget) at him and telling him to leave. It was the worst day of his life, and he would have died a thousand times over again to avoid it ever happening. He’d never seen you so upset before and hated that it was because of him. Every night, this was what he saw before he fell asleep, and once sleep had finally taken over there was no rest from his regret. He’d dream of all the futures you could have had together, bringing newborns home from the hospital, you, walking down the aisle with tears flowing from everyone’s eyes, and the endless possibilities of bliss that he threw away that night. 

                  That was what was keeping Jason up last night. He was exhausted, struggling to stay awake as the cycle of regret repeated every time he shut his eyes. 

                  “You alright Jaybird?” Dick asked, standing in the mirror adjusting his tie.

                  “Fine.” Jason gruffed in response.

                  Jason was sitting in one of the many armchairs in the manor staring at the window, brooding. Usually, he’d hear your laughter with the girls from down the hallway, joking about whatever appealed to them at the time. Tonight was different and all he heard were the voices of his sisters, sometimes bringing you up, lamenting the loss of your presence. 

                  “Do you think she’ll show up eventually?” Steph asked, “I mean she kind of has to for press.”

                  “I wouldn’t blame her if she didn’t” Jason heard Barbra reply, causing him to cringe.

                  He was in the wrong for breaking it off with you. Jason saw that now, regretting the pride that came in with thinking it was only up to him to keep you safe, or that you couldn’t play some part in it. To your credit, you’d survived Gotham for so many years before meeting him, even as a socialite. Why did he think it would be any different? 

                  “You know, it would be worth just talking to her.” Dick said, “If that’s what you’re brooding over. I mean, I’m pretty sure that’s what you’re brooding over.” Dick said.

                  “It’s none of your business.” 

                  “Yea, not really, but you’re acting like you’ve been tossing up the idea of swan diving off Gotham Bridge.” Dick chided, “So maybe you should talk to her. Sounds like she didn’t want to break up anyways, so you’d probably have a chance.”

                  “She’d kill me.” Jason replied coldly.

                  Dick didn’t say anything in response, but Jason knew what he was thinking, “Yeah, and right now, you’d deserve it.” 

                  When the car pulled up to the carpet at the front of the gala, it was all Jason could do to not sink and melt into the floor. There would be plenty of questions from reporters asking where you were. It had been three weeks since he dumped you and the internet had been stirring. 

                  “Just walk past them.” Dick said, “And don’t beat anyone”

                  “No promises.” Jason answered, stepping out of the car, and giving his hand to Cassandra to help her out.

                  Cass nodded at him giving him enough signal of, “I’ll walk with you.” 

                  Reporters and fans shouted at the family. Jason wished that anyone else was the center of attention, but instead all the questions were centered around his relationship with you. 

                  “Where’s Y/N?” 

                  “Are you and Y/N still dating?”

                  “Why haven’t we seen you together?”                   Bruce managed to shove in front of Vikki Vale to protect Jason from her invasive questions and everyone else made their way inside. The lights of the flashing cameras faded through the crowd inside the gala. Jason felt like all eyes were on him. It was one of the first times that he felt like hiding in a corner, wrapped up in a ball at one of these events. Women with hair overdone and plunging V-neck dresses approached him, assuming that he was no longer off the table. It’s not like they cared when we still dating you whether it was appropriate to hit on him. 

                  If you were here, you two would be making fun of everyone here acting like they were on top of the world instead of the true trash of Gotham, but you weren’t, and now he was awkwardly standing next to Dick ignoring the conversation he was engaged in. Jason was pretty sure they were talking about something related to Wayne Enterprises, but he focused on the bitter cold at his side where you were meant to be on his arm. You’d be making some comment about an increase in recent sales for some company WE were working with, and he’d be staring at you wondering how he got so lucky. Now he stares at the floor wondering how he got so stupid.

                  “Dude, you look like a dog that just got its favorite toy taken.” Dick said once the person he was talking to left.

                  Jason left out a gruff in response. He didn’t have a response to that. Instead, Jason was counting down the minutes until he could leave and go crash in his apartment, though, he wasn’t sure that would be any better. Twirling a toothpick from some fancy snack he just endured, he thought about what he’d do if he tried to make it up with you.

                  “Seriously, go home, take a shower, and call her.” Dick urged, “We all know she liked you; you’re just going to have to explain a few things.”

                  “She probably hates me.” Jason answered, running his hand across his face, “I can’t blame her though.”

                  “Maybe she hates you, but maybe she’s just waiting for you to get your head out of your butt.”

                  Before Jason could respond to that, he heard glass shattering in the building and gun shots echoing. He looked towards Bruce, trying to gage whether they would spring into action. Bruce was busy ushering guests out of the building and not paying too much attention to where everyone else was. Dick and Jason ducked for cover, trying to see where the shots were being fired from. As they scanned the room, they saw a dark gas creeping towards the table where they were situated and there was nowhere to run.

                  “Tim’s still on the mission with his team.” Dick said

                  “Can’t blow our cover.” Jason responded, “Isn’t there that new vigilante running around town that Bruce has been trying to pretend he isn’t working with?”

                  “And you think that will help?” Dick snorted,

                  “You’re right. We’re screwed.” 

                  You were currently speeding through the streets of Gotham, riding at full speed towards the hotel where the gala was tonight. Bruce had asked you to avoid it since all the others were on a mission or at the gala. It was a precaution he had in place just in case something happened. You were still bitter about what happened with Jason. He was an idiot. Jason thought you had no idea of his persona as Red Hood. He had no idea that you were the recent vigilante in Gotham, Batman took in for your skills. Here you thought Jason would be a better detective. 

                  Flying towards the police lights, you pulled your bike near Gordon’s patrol car and jumped off, helmet in hand. 

                  “What do you have?” You asked.

                  “We’re waiting for Batman.” Gordon replied, “Hostages have been released other than the Waynes.”                   “Batman’s not coming.” You countered, “He’s on a mission with the League.”

                  “He never told me about that.” 

                  “You think he’d tell you about a classified mission with the League?” You lied, “I’m all you have, so get over it.” 

                  “You really are with the Bat.” Gordon sighed, “Bane sent his men to capture the Waynes and is demanding a ransom of $1 billion.”

                  “He does realize that most of that is kept in separate investments, right?” You mumbled.

                  “Apparently he doesn’t” “He’s got them in an east river warehouse and will begin executions at 12am. First one to go is Jason Todd.” 

                  You looked at the time blaring on his phone, beads of sweat starting to form on your forehead, “Two hours.” 

                  “Surely he doesn’t think we could retrieve $1 billion in two hours.” Gordon responded.

                  “I don’t care what he thinks as long as you convince him that the money is coming.” You said, “I’ll recover the Waynes.” “Keep him ignorant, it’s our best option.” 

                  The drive felt like hours even though it was thirty minutes through the traffic. All the while you were thinking about what Gordon said, “First to go is Jason Todd.” You were still upset with him, but that didn’t negate the fac that you loved him. Jason breaking it off with you felt like someone tore your soul out of you. You were pretty sure once you explained everything to him, he’d understand, but you didn’t have the energy to track him down and convince him to listen to you. Serving around a slower driver, you sped onto the side road that led straight into the warehouses. Bane has a usual point of operation here that you were sure he was staking out in. He wasn’t the most intelligent guy on the block, but it was too risky for the special ops team to come flying into the building with such a threat. 

                  You haphazardly parked your bike and sprinted towards the warehouse you knew they’d be in. The comm in your ear began buzzing and you clicked the button to turn on the feed. 

                  “He’s about to start executing.” Gordon said.

                  “What? There’s still an hour and a half left?” You whisper yelled, “Did your men screw it up?” 

                  “Haven’t found out yet, Bane has demanded that the time be dropped.” “Are you in there?”

                  “Almost, how much time do I have?” 

                  “Fifteen minutes.” Gordon replied. 

                  “When I knock him out, I expect that you put him in the most uncomfortable cell in Black Gate.” 

                  “Without a second thought.” Gordon said, confidence lacing his voice.

                  There were 10 guards outside the warehouse heavily armed. Bane must have been juiced up which meant he was more confident in not needing security, just someone to collect the money and bring it inside. If you were on your own, you’d probably kill them all and let GCPD handle it, but you were in Batman’s turf and had to respect his bounds. Instead, you opted to tranquilize them and leave the clean-up to GCPD to save time.

                  “I’ve got 10 unconscious out front, make sure they’re in cars before they wake up.” You said, “Don’t come in with sirens and lights on.” “I’m going in”

                  “Understood.” Gordon responded quickly. 

                  Going to the roof, you looked a window down to see Bane dragging Jason with a bag over his head, to the front of a room where a camera was. There was one other man with a mask on holding a rifle pointed to where Jason was now kneeling. He ripped the bag off Jason’s head to show reveal him with a busted lip and a fresh bruise appearing on his jaw. He must have said something that rubbed one of the recruits the wrong way. Your heart began to race as you watched in horror. With your boot, you kicked the glass once and watched as the shards fell to the ground. From below, Jason heard the crashing of the glass and didn’t look up in case it was falling on him. A loud pop echoed through the building and the sound of metal hitting the floor sounded in his ears. Another shot was fired and after a few seconds, the man standing behind him stumbled backwards and finally fell. 

                  With the immediate threat to Jason neutralized, you jumped down, landing on Bane’s shoulders. 

                  “You picked the wrong day Bane. I’m not in the mood” you said.

                  “I’ll kill you all!” He screamed, reaching his arms around his back, trying to grab you off him. 

                  “Is that the most intelligent thing you can think of right now, big guy?” You laughed.    

                  Reaching into your utility belt, you pulled out a large knife and positioned to cut into the tubes that pumped his venom. Before you could do that, Bane reached around and grabbed your leg. With a grunt you were thrown to the ground but recovered quickly. Jumping back up, you ran towards him, launching yourself in the air to kick his jaw. A tooth flew past you and blood began to run out of his mouth. These were the moments you were grateful for steel-toed boots. Bane stumbled for a moment before regaining his strength and barreling towards you. You ran back from him, giving yourself space and leading him to a place where you could get back on top of him. He started reaching his arms back again causing you to glide your knife over his arm. Blood was drawn again, and he recoiled in pain. Taking this opportunity, you ran the knife through the pipes, venom spewing out everywhere. He fell back right as you flung yourself off him and out of his reach. Quickly, his muscles started constricting and falling back into their regular form. It was a disgusting sight to and you found yourself grimacing at the sight. 

                  In the commotion of it all, you weren’t aware that the camera had knocked over. Bruce and Dick were still sitting patiently, waiting for you to uncuff them. 

                  “Target neutralized, I’ll bring out the Waynes and Bane.” You said into the comm.

                  “Got it, ETA five minutes.” Gordon answered 

                  You grabbed the keys that were hanging on the wall next to where Bane had been standing and began to uncuff Bruce and Dick. 

                  “You always manage to get yourself into trouble, don’t you?” You asked, a smirk evident in your voice despite your mask.

                  “You know it.” Dick said.

                  “Thanks for the rescue.” Bruce stood up as you helped Dick off the floor, “We can drag Bane out. It seems you’ve got some explaining to do.” 

                  Jason was sitting and staring at the wall, contemplating his life. You weren’t sure what he was thinking, but you could bet it was something about being glad he broke it off with you after something like this happening. You watched for a minute as Bruce and Dick dragged Bane out of the room, giving you two a moment.

                  “Jason.” You said, trying to get him to turn around.

                  “You gonna uncuff me?” He asked.

                  “I was getting there.” You knelt behind him and unlocked the cuff.

                  The clank of metal quietly rang out. An awkward silence fell, and you weren’t sure what to do so instead you started assessing injuries. You moved to kneel in front of him and examined his lip and the bruise that was getting darker by the second.

                  “Anything feel broken?” you asked.

                  “No.” He moved away from your touch, something that hurt your heart, “Who even are you? Batman’s new recruit?” 

                  “Jason- do you?” You huffed and began to pull off your mask, “You’re an idiot.” 

                  Once you had your mask off, he started at you, lost for words. So many emotions ran through his eyes, confusion and then realization being the two most prominent ones.

                  “Y/N?” He asked bewildered, “How did you keep this from me?”

                  “I figured you knew, Red Hood.” You said, tucking your mask under your arm.

                  “You knew about that?” 

                  “You’re not very inconspicuous about it, Jason.” You laughed, “I mean every time patrol ended, Red Hood would head in the direction of your apartment and then you’d drop by thirty minutes later after taken a shower and typically with some sort of wound dressing. Plus, it helps that I went to the cave a few times.”                   “Why didn’t you say anything?” He asked, hurt lingering in his voice.

                  “I realized you probably didn’t know anything about it and planned to talk to you about it but you kind of dumped me before I got the chance.” Your smile faded and was instead replaced with a stoic look. Jason knew you were upset, “What do you think I was yelling at you for?” 

                  “I thought you were just yelling because you were mad.” He answered, shame now replacing his look of hurt.

                  “Yeah, I’m pissed with you. I feel like you thought I can’t handle myself, even if you didn’t mean to come across that way. I was trying to get you to stop so we could talk about it. You were bound to get in and get out.” Tears began swelling in your eyes and you quickly wiped them away. 

                  “Y/N I’m so sorry.” He said.

                  “Yea, so am I.” Your head hung low for a second before you picked yourself back up, not wanting to break down in front of Jason right now.

                  “No, it’s not your fault.” Jason grabbed your hands, “This has been the worst few weeks of my entire life. I can’t live without you. Day and night, you’re the only thing I think of. I can’t sleep, I can’t eat, I can’t do anything right now. I’d rather die a thousand times over than not have you.” 

                  At this point you started crying and Jason grabbed you, pulling you into his chest. You cried into his suit that was already ruined by the dirt and tears from tonight. He was crying to, no matter how much he didn’t want to be.

                  “I’m so, so sorry Y/N. I never meant to hurt you. I just thought this was best for you. I didn’t want you ending up hurt or dead or- I don’t know what I would do if something happened to you.”                   “Jason” You laughed through tears, “I’m a Gotham CEO, I was already unsafe by myself.” 

                  “I didn’t think about that.” He said, making you laugh more. 

                  “Do you think you’d have me back?” Jason asked, a now solemn look coming across his face.

                  “Yes, absolutely.” 

                  Jason pulled you into a kiss that felt like it lasted forever and once it was over, he rested his head in the crook of your neck and inhaled deeply.

                  “I missed you so much.” He said. 

                  “I did too.” 

                  Jason’s family was going to be ecstatic about this. They probably weren’t going to let him live down you realizing he was Red Hood before he realized you were a vigilante.

[fcthots]

ngl i see jason as a cat dad. like mf has this big FAT ginger and white cat and his name is gus

LMAO I LOVE THIS. Cats FLOCK to him. He has this reputation as the the Red Hood, the man who clawed his way out of his own grave. Went mad for revenge. Killed countless people.

But you’re watching him hold the cat he named Gus. And he’s showing Gus the tops of the tables and counters, telling him, “This is what you would be able to jump on and see if you weren’t such a fat fuck. Your twenty-five pound ass is making my arms sore.” The cat meows at him. “No, you can’t have a treat. That’s what this entire conversation has been about.”

The next minute, he’s cradling Gus like a human baby. “You’re so glorious, Gus. Never let anyone tell you otherwise. I love you. My sweet son.”

On more than one occasion Gus has smacked Jason, hissed, and then ran away to nap in your lap. You can hear Jason from the other room. “FUCKING TRAITOR. YEAH, GO RUN TO YOUR MOTHER. LET’S SEE IF SHE MIXES THE HARD FOOD AND SOFT FOOD THE WAY YOU LIKE IT.” Jason still ends up feeding Gus his special food even when Gus smacks him while he does it. “I AM FEEDING YOU. WHY DO YOU HATE ME?”

[blue-sadie]

Cold Stares

Imagine:

Being on the team and everyone thinks you and Jason despise each other that you can't stand being in the same room but they are wrong because as soon as everyone leaves your inches apart in seconds lips touching and bodies pressed against eachother if only the team knew you didn't hate eachother rather hate being without one another.

"Shit baby I thought I would've had to blow our cover when you got hit, you almost gave me a heart attack when you didn't respond, you gotta stop doing that it scares me that I would have to deal with these morons with you"

[lovelywetdreamer]

Prompt 1: Jason Todd begging you to sit on his face

"Please let me be your chair baby."

Nobody in Gotham would believe you if you told them the most terrifying robin of them all is on his knees groveling for you to sit on his face. You would have a better chance of making the town folks believe that you are Batman than telling them Jason Todd is begging you to sit on his face.

Now Mr. Todd was going to be a gentleman and ask you to calm down, but the moment he saw you wearing nothing but his jacket his gentleman side left outside the door. "No, Jason I'm too big. I could break your neck." You immediately wanted to shove your words back in your mouth and lock them up forever. You did mean what you said. You just didn't want him to know how insecure you are sometimes. Guys don't usually go crazy for girls with big thighs, belly rolls, and stretch marks. " I-you know I like joking and being overdramatic. That's the only reason I made that comment."

Hopefully, he just laughs and moves on from this. "You know you are not fat right? You shouldn't make jokes like that babe."

" I know I suck at making jokes sometimes."

" The problem with your so-called jokes is it is not a joke. I know you feel insecure sometimes like everybody does."

"You're not gonna break my neck", he carries you to his bed, " Please just let me taste you, baby."

You secretly kick yourself for being so easy to give in. You can't blame yourself too hard because Jason rarely asks for anything. His begging is like winning the lotto. Before you knew it, you were lowering yourself on his nose. His tongue welcomes itself inside. You thought you had to be an astronaut to ever see stars. Jason quickly proves wrong as he wraps his lip around your clit. "Jassy, if you keep going, I'm going to cum." He ends up releasing the most slutty moans known to men when you say his nickname. Jason was in complete heaven when you came on loose on his face.

After you come down from your high, Jason holds you and lets you rest on his chest. "You are the most sweetest and beautiful person for me. Never talk down on yourself."

I know this isn't the best work, but I hope you guys enjoy it anyway.

Jjmk made this wonderful fanart

[coffee-latte-sprite]

Pt. 1

Dick: so how's married life?

Y/N: it's good, but Jason got really drunk and tried to set our marriage certificate on fire.

Dick: WHAT?

Y/N: he said 'good luck trying to return me without a receipt!'

[cuddly-dean-baby]

Yoooo I was wondering if you could write a fanfic about Jason Todd x Reader where Jason and Dick Grayson fight over the Reader but in the end the Reader Picks Jason?

I had the thought of you having the powers of Diego and Five from TUA (mainly teleportation and knife throwing skills). Also I did have another idea for this request but I figured I’d go with this one. And I'm sorry this took so long

Words: 397

Within the very early hours of the morning, you’re watching from above at the two brothers arguing. It was not much of a surprise, they always had an argument about something.

But what surprised you a bit was that they were talking about you. Hearing your name go between the two had you curious, so you got their attention by asking, “The fuck you two fighting about now?” 

At the sound of your voice, it made the two jump, their weapons clutched in their hands. 

Once they knew it was you, who’s now sitting on top of a garbage bin, they placed their weapons back into their holsters. 

“What are you doing here?” Dick asked.

“Making sure the two of you weren’t dead, dying in an alleyway or getting yourselves beaten,” you replied, leaning back onto your hands and swinging your legs gently. “Since I’ve answered your question, now you answer mine; the fuck were you two fighting about?”

Dick glances over to the anti-hero of a brother, silently asking him to help. “Oh, no. Don’t look at me.”

“I- we-” Looking back at you, he watches you play a knife around in your hand. “He- well, you see, uh, Jason, wanna help?”

“No. You’re doing great.”

Sighing, Dick just gives you the answer. “Jason and I were arguing about who gets to ask you out.”

“How do you know if I’m not going out with someone already?”

“We would know, Stabby.” Jason answers this time.

Teleporting in front of him, he just stares at you, used to you teleporting in front of him. “Would we now, Red? ‘Cause it seems like Birdy doesn’t know.”

“Know what?!”

All Dick gets for an answer is Jason’s hands on your hips to bring your body against his. “Hope you’re having fun, Red.”

As Jason leans in to give you a kiss, he stumbles a bit as you had teleported out of his hold to sit back on the garbage bin. “Sly fox,” he mumbles to himself.

“I’m already taken, Dick. Your asshole brother beat you to it.”

Baffled, Dick just blinks at you. “I- For how long?” 

“A few months.” Jason answers this time. “After Bruce’s gala.”

“Does anyone else know?”

“Only you.” After saying that, Dick slumps his shoulders in defeat. “Might never know though.” He looks at you, head tilting in confusion. “Might start dating you too.”

DC TAGS @sen-nes

[blackbat05]

Confessions of a Roommate

Jason Todd x Reader (University AU)

Plot: Jason comes back to you shared dorm injured leading to confessions from the both of you.

Genre: PG-13 (Fluff with description of injuries)

A/N: Wrote this in one shot after being inspired by a post about cliche prompts? Honestly can never go wrong. Also time passes so fast that it’s so surreal? Graduating soon so wanted to do another university AU? Reblogs and comments appreciated!💓

(Also was looking for a gif and this is perfect for what I wrote?)

***

You lost count at how many times you had to blink at the screen. The words on your laptop were starting to merge together. Groaning, you saved the progress of your work before making yourself some tea.

As much as you wanted, you couldn’t go to sleep yet. The last hurdle before your graduation, you dissertation was giving you more problems then you anticipated. Also, there was another reason that you were burning midnight oil.

You whip out your phone, scrolling through your favorites before hitting on Barbara’s number. True to her name, she picked it up on the first ring.

“Hey Babs, I was wondering if you heard from Jason? He’s supposed to be back by now but I can’t reach him.”

“That’s strange, he left the library half an hour ago.” There’s a moment of silence between the two of you and Barbara quickly fills it. “Don’t worry, I’m sure he’ll be fine. I’ll get Dick to check in on him.”

You thank Barbara, hanging up the phone. Jason was more than capable of handling himself, but the two of you had a roommate code - to always check in with each other whenever either of you had schedules late into the night. It was not like him to break the code.

Pacing up and down in your room, you decide to look for him yourself. As you were about to grab your keys and jacket, you hear the rattling of the doorknob that could only mean one thing. Quickly sending a text to Barbara that the search wouldn’t be necessary, you go to the door.

“Jason!” You momentarily froze at the sight of his bruised face. “What happened? Are you okay? Who did this to you?”

The barrage of questions made your best friend chuckle. “I’m alright. You should see the other guys.” He throws his belongings to the side, not caring where it landed. Jason makes a beeline for the couch, his large frame sprawled on the brown leather.

“Guys. As in not one.” You deadpanned, staring at him for answers. Jason gives a nonchalant wave, expertly dodging the hidden meaning behind your question. “Hey, could you get me an ice pack? I don’t wanna turn up to Mrs Rogers class like a panda. Not when I’m her favorite student.”

“Rub it in literature prince.” You rolled your eyes. Making your way to the kitchen, you extract the medical kit that you bought ever since you first met Jason. “Sit up will ya? Let me see how bad it is.”

He quietly follows your instructions, hissing every now and then when the tip of the cotton bud brushed over fresh wounds. You’re fixated on treating his injuries that you don’t realize how close you are. But Jason does. And he can’t help to admire your beauty.

He gazes at the way your eyes reflect how deeply focused you are. He notices how your nose crinkles when you apply the cream on his face and how your lips are slightly parted as you made sure you didn’t miss any injuries.

“There, all done.” You closed the lid in satisfaction. “Now, can you tell me how you ended up looking like our campus bus ran over you?”

Jason sees the look of concern on your face and decides against lying to you. No use hiding it. Maybe it was time to tell you everything that he had been desperately trying to keep a lid on. He takes a deep breath, preparing himself.

“Before you question me, yes I was studying with Gordon and Grayson.” He sees that you haven’t said anything and takes it as his signal to continue. “I left on time and I was just about to text you that I was on my way back.” Jason pauses, the mere thought of it making him see red.

“You know Chris Anderson?”

“Yeah,” you nod. “And his bunch of cronies from the football team. Why?”

“I met them on the way. Anderson thought it was a good idea to talk crap about you in front of me. And no, I’m not going to tell you what they said to me or I might just end up killing one of them.” Jason balls his fists. Although the blood was cleaned up, you could still see traces of bruising.

Taking his hand onto your lap, you hold it gently, rubbing your fingers over his palm. The repetitive action seemed to have calmed Jason down and he exhales loudly. You give him a reassuring smile.

“Thank you Jason. You always do so much for me.” You frown slightly thinking of the fact that this wasn’t the first time Jason had gotten himself into an altercation. “But please be careful. I don’t want you getting into any unnecessary trouble because of me. Those guys are just dickheads.”

He raises an eyebrow at your choice of words, causing you to shrug. “I mean what I said Jason. I know you can take care of yourself but what if one of them takes it too far. You know how they’re like. I can’t stand the thought of you being hurt.”

As the words fall out of your mouth, you realized what you had just said. Embarrassed, you removed your hands from his grasp, abruptly standing up. “Just… don’t do it again ok? I was seriously worried.” You attempt to make your way to return the medical kit only for Jason to hold you at the wrist.

Looking down at his hunched figure, you struggle to decipher his expression. Until he let’s out a huff of relief. Before you know it, Jason brings you to him, enveloping you in a big hug.

“This is so crazy.” He laughs. “We’ve been friends, roommates for half our lives and you had bigger balls than I had.”

You pause at his words, gently prying yourself from his hold to look at his gleeful smile. “Wait… are you saying?”

“Yes, I like you. I’m sorry it took several fights and a busted lip to tell you how I felt but I am in love with you.”

Breaking out of your stupor, you wrapped your arms around Jason. Enamored with his pine scented perfume, you buried your face into his chest, hoping that Jason didn’t see the growing blush on your face.

“I love you too you idiot.”

Jason only hugs you tighter, not wanting to let go. He does see your flushed face from the mirror, but perhaps Jason will leave the teasing for another day.

After all, he had all the time in the world.

[i-talk-too-much]

In Sickness and In Health

Jason Todd x Reader

Word Count: 1,125

Warnings: slight gory description of aftermath of wisdom teeth removal, comfort-after-surgery fic, fluff

A/N: this is completely self-indulgent, im currently recovering from wisdom teeth removal surgery and I definitely cried after I got home, I'm feeling better though 🙂☀️ also, I didn't have a specific character in mind, which is why I don't mention his name, but it felt more like Jason to me. you can imagine whoever you want, if you think it fits

Summary: The remainder of the anesthesia in your system made you more emotional than you would've cared to be. The pain from the wisdom teeth removal made tears fall down your face, and your boyfriend would rather be damned before he'd let you simmer by yourself in your suffering.

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It was a humid summer's day as you laid in bed, ice bags held against your sore cheeks. You tried focusing not on the memory of the operation done to remove your wisdom teeth, but on the funny videos you scrolled past on your phone. 

Earlier in the day, you went to the oral surgeon to have your wisdom teeth removed as was necessary when they began growing and impeding on your already there teeth. Your boyfriend had driven you there and picked you up when it was over, all the while making sure you were okay and not feeling sick. The dizziness from waking up after anesthesia made the car ride much more unbearable, pushing your car sickness through the roof. Honestly, if he hadn't given you his jacket to inhale the entire ride home, you probably would've vomited – or dry-heaved, most likely – all over his car seat. You didn't want to think about how the stomach acid would feel against your fresh wounds. It was sweet of him to sacrifice his jacket for the possibility, though.

When you curled up in your bed, feeling the remaining nubbing slowly subside, the pain began increasing, giving the feel of a horrible toothache. Tears welled up in your eyes. The anesthesia was trickling out of your system, but the pain accompanied with the remnants made you more emotional. It made you want to curl under the sheets and quietly cry as you touched your numb lips and tounged your blood-filled gauze pads. You still felt quite woozy from the anesthesia remaining in your system. 

You heard the bedroom door opening and quiet feet padding across to sit gently on the bed. A slow hand pulled down the blanket from your head to see your teary face. Your display concerned him.

"Oh, baby, what's wrong?" He brought a hand to gently glide over your head. His soft tone made your tears come out harder, soft whimpers leaving your throat. "Oh, sweetheart…"

His large hands swept under you, making you sit up so he could sweetly wipe under your eyes, your breath slightly hitching every so often as you inhaled more air to breathe. He laid a hand on your back and moved in soothing circles as a constant reminder he was there, hoping to help in some way to ease your pain. When you kept silent, he continued talking.

"It's been more than 30 minutes, do you want to take out the gauze now?" His gentle words felt so comforting, even if they were asking a simple question. You weakly nodded your head 'yes'. "Do you want me to take them out for you or do you want to do it yourself?"

You raised your head, looking at his face to examine his expression. Wouldn't it be disgusting, touching a blood-soaked and saliva soaked clump of cotton? You thought you'd see a hint of disgust veiled behind his eyes, but all you saw was genuine concern and the desire to help.

"Are you sure..?" Your voice came out quiet – the fear of having your voice possibly deepen the pain dampened your volume. 

His lips curled into a loving grin, his eyes crinkling to match. "Of course, I don't mind. As long as I can help, I don't even mind helping you take a bath." His eyes held a mischievous glint as he spoke the words. Your whimpers subsided slightly, a faint smile painting your lips at his suggestive tone. 

"Okay, please be gentle," you said, carefully opening your mouth, scared to open it and somehow disrupt the sutures. You didn't notice, but he came in holding plastic tweezers. He slowly reached up and grasped the end of the gauze, pulling it out. A fully soaked ball emerged, making you scrunch your nose at the gross display. He let out a low whistle.

"Damn, that's bloody. You need to replace it, for sure." He tossed the bloody cotton into the trash by your bed and quickly removed your second gauze – it being just as soaked. He took the extra gauze pads on your bedside table and carefully curled it, making it into the perfect shape you needed. You obediently opened your mouth once more to let him place it inside gently. 

With that part over, you slouched in your spot, the pain still there. Your tears returned. You felt weak and childish, the pain making you feel vulnerable.

Your boyfriend noticed and picked up the ice bags you had discarded when he lifted you up. He brought them back to your cheeks and gently placed them there, bringing a kiss onto your forehead.

"It's gon' be okay, baby. As soon as the hour is up, you can pop in a painkiller and most of the ache'll stop," his soothing voice said. You closed your eyes, enjoying the cool feeling against your skin. You knew he was right, but pain turned you into a baby, and you wanted to wallow in your despair while it lasted – no matter how counterproductive that sounded.

"Do you want me to stay with you for a while? I don't have anything more important than you for the next few days." At that, you nodded, bringing up hands to gingerly wipe away the falling tears. He moved to sit fully on the bed, right by your side and gently tugged you to rest your head on his arm, making sure to not touch your jaw as you both laid side by side.

You still felt tears burning at the corner of your eyes. His sweet and tender care toward you made you emotional – the love he held for you clearly on display. You didn't know what you did to deserve him, and that thought made your tears fall harder, your sobs becoming a little bit louder. You held both ice packs against your cheeks and he pulled you in against him, letting your forehead rest on his chest. He rubbed your back as he spoke quietly, telling you all about how strong you were for going through this and how it'll end soon. Him telling you that he would always be there for you when you're in pain made a warm feeling flush through your chest. Your tears eventually subsided and his back-rubbing stilled, pulling away to bring his hand to wipe your cheeks again.

"I love you, sweetheart," he whispered. "All's gonna end well." His lips once again brushed your forehead, and you nodded – an action you were doing a lot that day. You both laid there for a little while longer until you were allowed to take out your gauze again and swallow down a painkiller. His encouraging words made you smile, and you knew from this moment that you wanted to make this man your future husband. He proved to you, he would love you through sickness and in health.

[kimberly-spirits13]

Dating Jason Todd General Headcannons

warnings: nothing graphic but there are a few bed preferences in there without being descriptive

He's a very veryyyy touchy person

There is not a time in your entire relationship where he doesn't have his hands on you somehow

he wants you to sit in his lap and be cuddled up against his chest, wants his hand on your thigh, pinkies linked, holding your hand, touching shoulders while standing close together, literally anything

He's a total big spoon almost always

He likes to engulf you and it makes him feel like you're safe

Also likes it when you use his chest or stomach as a pillow

"Don't you have a pillow to sleep on Y/N/N?" "yea, I'm using it doofus."

He likes to sleep on top of you and have you scratch his scalp or run your fingers through his hair

has him out like a light

Jason is a heavy sleeper so if you move around a lot, it won't bother him

That being said, it's hard to wake him up from a nightmare

sometimes you can't wake him up and have to let him ride it out and wake up on his own

He HATES waking up alone and will tightly wrap his arms and legs around you when he sleeps

He likes being able to do things separately but in the same room

maybe you're working on a case and he's reading Jane Austin or something

He really prefers a vigilante S/O because he knows they can take care of themselves

it's one less thing for him to worry about if you can roundhouse someone three times your size

He really thinks that it's hot when you get aggressive on patrol or missions

gets hot and bothered very easily

he's not one to say anything degrading while you two are in the sheets

he's more like a really sweet and attentive type that can also get aggressive but never mean

he's not into choking, sorry but no- you two have been choked to near death enough and he doesn't find anything attractive about it

He also isn't the type to immediately want to get it on the moment you're in shorts or have your shirt off or something

Like he'll tell you that you're fine as hell but he's not immediately a dog towards you unless you want to do anything

He's the kind of person that you can be very very comfortable around

Likes to ride his motorcycle with you since it's another chance for you two to be close

is a hype man and is the kind of person that you take shopping with you

He'll always be bias towards red though

I don't know that I'd say that Jason is the type of person that is sleeping around with everyone

I think that he's had a few relationships before (maybe like 2 or 3, 4 at most) but he's not going around the neighborhood

Is extremely protective and loyal

Like would not even think about doing ANYTHING that could hinder your trust towards him

He is the type to open your car doors and open the door into a building and order for you if you want and walk closest to the road

if scary dog privileges were a human

Jason is the sweetest little thing but he looks like he can snap anyone like a twig with his pinky

He likes being held

Please wrap this man in your arms for a few hours

that's ultimately all he wants

He doesn't have a boobs or butt preference and generally just loves everything about you

There's no being insecure in this house y'all

"What'd you say about yourself?" "Jason it's really not a big deal, I just don't like this scar from that sword fight a few years back." "You know what Y/N, no, uh uh, sit down and let me tell you something you literal angel"

goes on and on and on and on about how perfect you are

Sticks his head under your shirt

It's a common occurrence

ultimately, Jason just wants love

that's it, that's all the puppy wants

He really likes to cook for you since it's very domestic

He likes anything domestic, even cleaning the house or doing something mundane like the dishes

it makes him feel at home with you

he's the one that buys the candles in the house since I think he would secretly have really good taste in things like that

takes care of himself really well after he was resurrected in the Lazarus Pit

uses nice shampoo, conditioner, washes his face and moisturizes, shaves often, he's down to do face and hair masks with you at any point

[fcthots]

Jason Todd is so the type to immediately notice and be distraught if you don’t say “I love you too.” That joke trend where you don’t say it back would not fly with him.

Like he’s leaving to go on patrol “Mmk, I’m leaving. Bye, babe. Love you.”

“Mmk. Bye. Stay safe.”

He walks back into the room. “What?”

“I said stay safe.”

“Say it back.”

“Hm?”

“I love you.”

“Have a good patrol, babe.”

“I love you.”

“Bye.”

He immediately falls at your feet, kneeling, asking if he did anything wrong, on the verge of tears. You have to hug him for 10 minutes and promise you love him the whole time before he can leave.

[redhoodssweetheart]

You, Me, and the Books

Pairing: Jason Todd x Gender Neutral!Reader

Requested: Yes (This was a request from my 1.5K follower celebration. The only requests open are those in the pinned comment on my profile)

Word Count: 670

Warnings: Fluff

Description: Jason often times comes into the bookstore you own and the two of you have struck up a friendship. One day you finally get the nerve to ask him out.

The little bell on the door jingled as Jason stepped inside the shop.  Behind the counter you perked up, ready to do your normal greeting when you noticed it was just him.  A smile graced your lips as you put the book you had been reading down.  Jason noticed and teasingly said, “Slacking off on the job again, Y/N?  What would the boss say?”

“Well seeing as how I’m the boss, I’m okay with it,” you said back.

The two of you had been friends for a little over a year at this point when he had wandered into the shop on a whim.  You had been taken aback at first when you had seen him.  At first you weren’t sure what was going on because one of the freaking Wayne kids had just stepped into your shop.  He had given you a smile and then went on about his business.  Nearly thirty minutes later he had returned with a stack of books in his arms.

You had asked him if they were all for him or if he was getting his holiday shopping done early. His response had been that they were all for him and that he would probably be done with them all before the week was up.  That had been surprising because he had a good stack of books but you said that if he did you wanted him to come back so you could recommend more books for him.  Almost a week later he returned and a beautiful friendship formed.  

One that slowly evolved into the two of you forming crushes on the other.

He chuckled and moved back through the stacks, the store was empty but he wasn’t surprised since this was usually the slow time during the week.  It’s why he was there at the moment because he knew he’d have time with you.  “Got anything new in that I may find interesting?”

“There’s some new zombie reimaginings of classic literature,” you called from your spot at the front counter.  You were leaning against it now, your hand supporting your head as you caught flashes of Jason moving around.  “Then the third book in that series you’ve been devouring is here.”  You heard a soft ‘yes’ from somewhere and smiled.

“And what are you reading?”  He called and you heard some books shift on the shelves.

“A romance novel, I’ve been branching out so I can help curate requests better for my customers.”  

Jason reappeared and laid his books down before leaning in, the two of you almost nose to nose.  “Are you really just reading romance because you want to branch out or is someone touch starved and living vicariously through the characters?”  When you didn’t say anything he grinned and said, “Mood.”

You looked down and noticed that he too had picked up some romance novels, “Feeling lonely?”

He shrugged and pulled back, “Yeah, it’s been a while since I had a date and I kinda miss it.”

You began ringing up his books and said, “Want to go on a date?”  He looked at you startled and you began to back peddle thinking that he might not want to date you, “It could be a friend date, we could go to a movie and then dinner after?  We could even hold hands because that’s not something that has to be inherently romantic.”

“I’d really like that,” he said, clearing his throat when his voice cracked a bit.  To be honest he had the biggest crush on you.  “But I’d rather take you on a proper date, dinner, dancing, the works.”

“Are we recreating a scene from a book?”  You asked, butterflies in your stomach.

“Maybe we’re creating one,” he grinned at you.  “How does Friday at seven sound?”

You told him that it sounded fine and he told you he would text you the details later.  Before he left he leaned in and brushed a kiss on your cheek before heading out the door.  You watched him disappear and once he was gone you did a happy dance.

[lovelywetdreamer]

💜🌸~Jason Todd Fluff~🌸💜

Nobody knows this not even Bruce, but Jason loves being a little spoon. He likes being held and knows everything is going to be alright.

Jason secretly enjoys watching The Bachelorette. He always gets upset when his favorite girl gets kicked off.

He loves feeling your tiny hand in his big hand. You are too precious for him to lose.

His whole face was red as a tomato when you accidentally fell asleep on him. He didn't have the heart to wake you up.

He secretly can't sleep without you being by his side. He can't tell you because he knows it is silly and not safe for you to be with Red Hood. That's why he secretly stoles your favorite shirt. He used it as a pillowcase.

You had to kiss him first because he was too shy to do it first.

On his very rare day off, he will give you motorcycle rides around town.

He will gift you your favorite flower every day. He's not the best at saying I love you. He is the best at showing it.

JJMK made this wonderful art

[idkjustsupersonic]

Jason Todd x Reader

Warnings: Short, Kissing, Fluff

“Jay!” You squealed.

Jason jumped on top of you, covering your face in kisses.

“I… love… you,” Jason says, between kisses.

“I love you too, Jay,” you said, placing your hands on his cheeks.

You pecked his lips, and pecked his lips again.

You flipped him around so he wasn’t crushing you.

Jason was smiling uncontrollably, he had his hands on your waist, stroking your skin with his thumb.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, before giving him another kiss.

“You’re so beautiful, Y/N,” Jason whispered.

“You’re really handsome, Jaybird,” you whispered back.

There was a bit more kissing involved that night, then you two fell asleep. Your arms around Jason’s chest, his arms around you neck.

[coffee-latte-sprite]

Jason: There is only one thing I would change about you

Y/N: *offended gasp*

Jason: Your last name

Y/N: *flustered mess*

Pt. 2

[acourtofidiots]

“I feel safe with you” but plot twist it’s Jason who-probably-suffers-from-PTSD Todd who’s saying it

“Jason who-probably-suffers-from-PTSD Todd” LMAO I LOVE ALL THESE NICKNAMES FOR THE BATBOYS

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DO NO INTERACT / I WILL BLOCK YOU

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“jay?” you called out, setting your keys down on the kitchen table before shrugging of your winter jacket and toeing off your boots. snowflakes fell around you as you brushed yoru way to remove any flakes that fell onto your head as you walked from work to your your apartment.

by the looks of it, he wasn’t on the couch. normally, he would be waiting for you on the couch before leaving for patrol that night, reading a book in his red hood gear. who would of thought, the big bad red hood would be a literature nerd. but he was your literature nerd.

you walked down the hallway towards your bedroom, seeing a trail of clothes lead from the bed to the en-suite bathroom. your stomach fluttered nervously as you approached the room, wondering if today was one of those days for jason.

you were greeted by humidity and the quiet drip of water leaking from the sink faucet, the burly form of your boyfriend sitting silently in tub. you could see the shakiness of his body, half-moon indents littering his upper arms. shit, shit, shit.

from the times you helped jason deal with his trauma, it was best to give him a few minutes to process his thoughts before he spoke. so you busied yourself in the meantime by taking out a few of the lavender and vanilla candles you set aside just for nights like these, where one or both of you couldn’t deal with the dreams that were plaguing you.

the bathroom lit up in soft light a few moments later. you set the lighter aside before kneeling next to the tub, taking a calloused hand in yours and squeezing it gently. he acknowledged you with a light squeeze of his own, teal eyes locked to the spot where the tops of his knees poked out of the water, a down-side of having a rather small tub for a big guy like him.

a moment of silence passes before he speaks. “i thought i saw the clown again,” his voice was gravely, like he’d been screaming on end with someone. “i went to get sometime from that convenience store on the corner and i thought i heard his voice.” he takes a shaky breath before he looks at you, and your heart shattered at how vulnerable jason was being. he wasn’t used to someone looking after him the way you did, and it took months for him to gather up the courage to be honest about his past, about his revival after the joker dealt one to many hits with a crowbar.

a fresh wave of tears was building on his face, and you were quick to pull him into your arms, not caring if droplets of water was soaking into your shirt. the vigilante shoves his face into your neck as a sob wrecks his body. you combed your fingers through the black and white locks, scratching his scalp the way you know he likes.

“oh baby,” you coo, making sure to give him an extra squeeze as his tears dripped down his face.

you stayed like that for a few minutes, until his sobs turned into sniffles. he pulls back, eyes red and irritated and he gives you a soft smile despite his wrecked appearance.

“thank you. i know i might not show it s-sometimes, but i feel safe whenever i’m with you,” he whispers and you shush him, pressing your lips against his in a gentle kiss.

“i love you so much, jay. i won’t let anything happen to you. nothing can take me away from you, i promise.” he gives you a small smile in return before standing up and stepping out of the tub. you immediately knew what he was asking for, judging by the way he glanced at the bed behind you.

“now, come on. i know that bed is calling our name.”