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ᖭི༏ᖫྀ wlw/mlw <33 9teen

[arkhamm-knight]

Hello!🥹 I hope youre having a great day/night,I wanted to ask if youre okay with writing hybrid! reader? If so could write a rabbit! fem reader x Arkham knight ? -💙

↺ .　 hopscotch ﹖ ♱ jason todd ノ arkham knight

࣪˖ଓ⋆.˚ ── bunny hybrid reader x arkham knight jason todd

⭑ 𓂃 headcanons

• sfw.ꜝꜝ gn!reader ༢ pure fluff

boyfriend!jason who is obsessed with stroking your ears as you melt into his arms and inevitably fall asleep, he loves your fluffy ears and watches them twitch as you sleep with a lovesick smile on his face

boyfriend!jason who loves to make strange noises just to see your ears twitch and track the sound for you to pout and be grumpy at him when you realises he did it on purpose

boyfriend!jason who will beat the life out of someone if he hears anyone make a rude comment about your appearance, he wouldn't stand for any of it and if any of his o commented on it, he would fire them without a second thought

boyfriend!jason who loves seeing you excited when you bounce on your feet and grin at him, he always had to kiss the tip of your sensitive nose and smile like a doofus when you complained about how strong his cologne was that close up

boyfriend!jason who naïvely thought you'd be quiet and shy due to being a prey animal hybrid, instead you had such a strong personally and jason couldn't help but adore every bit of you

boyfriend!jason who melts inside when you get upset with him and instinctively turn away from him and refuse to turn back around to face him, he doesn't like making you upset, but you're just too adorable

boyfriend!jason who stays up late and wakes up early because he knows you're most active at dawn and dusk, he just wants to spend as much time with you as he possibly can

boyfriend!jason who's researched everything he possibly can about bunny hybrids so he knows what your behaviour means and care for you the best ways he can

boyfriend!jason who almost squealed with excitement the first time you flipped on your side next to him because that mean you felt happy and safe with him, he waited for you to fall asleep and took pictures

boyfriend!jason who carries around snacks for you because he knows that you require food all throughout the day and he would rather die (again) than damage your health

boyfriend!jason who didn't realise you could 'purr', and the first time you did it he let out an audible 'aw' underneath his breath as he pulled you closer

thank you for your request nonnie, i felt soo lazy today so i did headcanons, sorry if it isn't what you wanted <3 i did do some research on bunnies so if some things sound a bit random that's why! i actually didn't know bunnies could 'purr' by grinding their teeth together, its stinking cute though 🥹

[arkhamm-knight]

↺ .　 asking for biceps ﹖ ♱ smau ノ social media

࣪˖ଓ⋆.˚ ── asking your boyfriend for biceps pictures..

⭑ 𓂃 batboys + conner kent

• suggestive.ꜝꜝ sexual references ༢ fem!reader

── BRUCE WAYNE

── DICK GRAYSON

── JASON TODD

── TIM DRAKE

── DAMIAN WAYNE

── CONNER KENT

lowkey took me ages to find pics that somewhat suited them 😭 credits to the men out there who put in the effort, applied for any grammar mistakes i'm tired as fuckkk

[storm-of-feathers]

tumblr is great bc its like a diary where I can take other peoples diary entries and glue them into my own diary

[oncasette]

meet you there.

jason todd x gn!reader

summary: 1k

“Hey. There’s nowhere I would rather be than right where you need me. You know that,” he says. And you do. Deep down somewhere in your jumbled brain, you knew that. It’s why you called. It’s why you always call him first, without hesitation. Wherever you are, he meets you. Wherever you fall, he catches. And you’d do the same for him in the very next breath. His lips meet your temple and your trembling starts to subside.

or the one where you call jason during a panic attack

content: general anxiety, panic attack

a/n: this was entirely self-indulgent after an episode i had recently.

masterlist

Bzzt. bzzt. 

Damn it.

Bzzt. bzzt. 

He’d just fallen asleep. If this was Dick again so help him-

Bzzt. Bzzt. Bzzzzt.

He snatches the phone off the bedside table, grumbling into the receiver, “What?”

He’d had a hard enough night as it was. His body ached and clicked with every movement, eyes stinging with sleep. Hell, it was barely light outside, who needed his attention this early in the morning?

“Jay?” his heart stops when he hears your voice coming through the line. Wet and shaky and barely loud enough to register. But he registers it. He takes the phone off his ear for a split second just to check the caller ID and make sure he wasn’t hallucinating. Shit. “Something’s wrong.”

“What’s wrong, baby?” He’s already up. Blankets thrown off the side of the bed and a foot shoved back in the pair of jeans he’d just shucked off, phone tucked between his shoulder and his ear. “C’mon. You gotta talk to me. What happened?”

“I don’t know,” you hiccup. His heart splinters at the sound, but he doesn’t let it show. “There’s this pain in my chest and I’m nauseous but every time I try to go to the bathroom to throw up, nothing happens and I-”

“Breathe, sweetheart, okay?” he says. He’s doing his damndest to try and calm you down, but he feels helpless at this moment. Halfway across the city, he can’t do a damned thing to help. 

“Okay,” you shudder. “I wasn’t even crying until you picked up.”

“That’s okay,” he murmurs. He’s never wanted to be able to teleport more. “Tell me what happened.”

Jason snags his keys off the hook by the door, nearly forgetting to lock the door in his rush out. He’s impressed he remembered to put shoes on. 

“You remember how I told you I felt weird last night?” you ask. He can hear your breathing through the line. Good. Good. At least you’ll listen to him at a time like this. 

“Yeah,” he hums, waiting for you to continue. Were you sick? He could handle sick. He could sit around and feed you soup and tuck you under the covers, like a good boyfriend would. This sounded more than just sick, though. 

“I thought I was just dehydrated or something,” you exhale. “But I’m starting to feel worse… and the more I think about how bad I feel, the more it feels like I can’t breathe.”

Oh, baby. He’s going to blame his sleep-addled brain for not picking up on it quicker. 

“You got that ice pack still?” he asks as he revs his bike into gear just a half-second after he’d thrown his leg over. He’s running on autopilot. Unable to focus on anything other than getting to you in that exact moment, no matter what it takes. No matter what steps he skips or what small thing he forgets. Helmet. He’ll let you scold him for it later. “Put it on your chest for me, yeah? Like last time. I’ll be there before you know it.”

“Stay on the phone,” you say weakly. 

“I can put you in my pocket, but you’re just gonna hear a lot of wind, sweetheart,” he says, making a mental note to install some sort of software in his regular helmet to transfer calls to.

“That’s okay,” you say. “Just don’t want to be alone.”

“Alright. Sit tight for me, pretty. Focus on your breathing,” he gruffs in a cheap attempt at masking the lump in his throat. He just wants to fix it. Wants you to feel better, and if keeping the call going on his drive would help alleviate some of that panic, then he’d leave the line open. 

He just about knocks down your door when he reaches your apartment, opting to use the key you’d given him a while ago in favor of not putting any more stress on your shoulders. He plucks the phone from his pocket when he doesn’t spot you in your usual spots. Not the kitchen or the couch or your bed. 

“Where you hiding?” he asks. 

“Bathroom,” you sniff. You sound a little bit better, at least. Your voice doesn’t waiver as much as it had a little while ago and your breathing sounds more even. He only hangs up when he spots you. Back to the tub, ice pack on your chest, over the shirt, hair tied back hastily. He chooses to ignore the tear tracks on your face as he crawls down to sit beside you. When you immediately lean into him, he takes that as enough of a go-ahead to tug you into his lap. 

“How you holding up?” he asks as he smooths a hand up and down your spine. 

“Okay,” you sniff. “The ice pack helped.”

He nods, letting his lips move across your hairline. “Do you know what happened?”

“My ex is back in town,” you say, and just like that the warble is back in your tone. Jason shushes you, waiting until the trembling subsides a bit before continuing. 

“Did you see him?” he asks. 

“No. Steph told me she saw him at the supermarket yesterday,” you say and, thankfully, your tone sounds more even. He keeps tracing the knobs in your spine. “And I thought I was okay, for the most part, until I woke up this morning… which is why I called you. Sorry, by the way.” “Hey, I’m glad you did,” he adds quietly. 

“‘M sorry, still. I know you got in late from patrol,” your murmur is muffled into the fabric of his t-shirt. Oh, good. He’d remembered one of those, too. 

“Hey. There’s nowhere I would rather be than right where you need me. You know that,” he says. And you do. Deep down somewhere in your jumbled brain, you knew that. It’s why you called. It’s why you always call him first, without hesitation. Wherever you are, he meets you. Wherever you fall, he catches. And you’d do the same for him in the very next breath. His lips meet your temple and your trembling starts to subside. 

“You need anything, pretty?” he asks. 

“A bath later, maybe,” you mumble. Your eyes have slipped shut, now. 

“We can take a bath,” he hums. “You wanna just sit here for a little while first?”

He takes your unintelligible grumble as a yes, shifting slightly to make the tile somewhat more comfortable. Alright, he thinks. He’ll meet you here. 

[oncasette]

kiss & tell.

dick, jason, & wally x fem!reader

you get merch for your favorite marvel hero, much to your boyfriend's dismay

content: not suuuuper fem!reader, but girlfriend is mentioned, crackfic mostly, I had this idea on a whim and thought It was funny

dick

jason

wally

[mattsniolo]

[classygumi]

jason todd never sits correctly the first time.

no matter where it is—restaurants, manor, home, benches—he cannot get it right the first time. his back, slightly hunched from months of being chained to that forsaken wheelchair, made him stiff and uncomfortable often times.

and he knows what it does to you.

the subtle lift of his hips, the way his thighs flex as he shifts around to get comfortable. he sees the way you try not to stare, the flush in your skin and the way your pupils dilate almost instantly.

especially in his suit.

the cargo pants that hugged him in all the right places, the stretch of the fabric over this lap and his thighs that spread immediately. he’d hang his arms over his legs, hips shifting downward. he’d press his back flush against the back of whatever he was sitting on, enticing eyes just swirling with amusement as the less-than-discreet glances you were giving him.

jason, at some point, had began to weaponize it in his favor.

if you were upset with him, he’d sit across from you. you’d cross your arms and watch him lift his hips, back sliding against the cushion as his legs spread wide. he’d tilt his head, a quiet invitation—a choice, not a demand.

he’d grin so arrogantly when you’d cave, climbing onto his lap and kissing that stupid smirk off his face. his hands would find your hips, adjusting you to sit directly on him.

“i hate you,” you’d mutter, feeling the way his hips shifted and his thighs flexed beneath you.

“yeah, sweetheart? tell me how much.”

[agnustar]

turning page | jason todd x f.reader

Nightmares always make for rude awakenings, but Jason is just down the hall, and he always lets you in.

contents :: fluff. established relationship. general mentions of nightmares & anxiety. brief mentions of skin picking. not 100% canon compliant, but i am just a girl. wc. ~4.2k

Nightmares rarely ever came with gentle awakenings, and they were hardly ever kind. This one pulled you out of sleep like it had dumped a bucket of ice water on your body.

When you shot upright, fast enough to make your head spin, and the sheets flew off your body, there were a few awful seconds where you didn’t know where you were. The air felt unnaturally heavy, the corners of the room seemed darker than they had been when you fell asleep. Your bedding was twisted uncomfortably around your body, and your heart was racing like it didn’t quite understand that it was still in your ribs.

You tried to go through the usual methods. Five things you can see, four things you can feel, on and on. You had done it before, calmed yourself down from bad dreams. You’d get water, calm your breathing on your own, lay alone in bed making lists of things in your head.

But everything was too quiet. Quite usually would have been welcome, the absences of sirens, and voices, and shouts should have brought some relaxation, some peace. But not this time. You stared at the dark in front of you, like you were waiting for whatever had been chasing you down in your dream to emerge from your imagination.

Your whole body felt tight, the nightmare’s teeth still stuck in your skin like a rabid animal, your skin still felt like static, and your mind seemed to think it was still running away, like you were still in danger, convinced that the usual safety of your room and the familiarity of your bed had suddenly disappeared, and staying here was the wrong choice.

The same thought kept coming back to you, over and over through your attempt to calm yourself. Jason.

Jason was just down the hall, he was real, and he was warm.

The tiles of the floor were cold enough to make you flinch as you made your way towards the door. You were sure of your destination, until your hand hovered just over the doorknob …

The last thing you ever wanted to do was wake him. Jason barely slept as is, he treated it like it was something optional rather than something he needed. Though, he did always tell you that you didn’t have to tiptoe around him. And yet you always told him that you still would, and you did.

You eased the bedroom door open. The hallway was dim, lit only by the low golden glow of the nightlight in the bathroom half way down.

The manor had enough halls and wings that it felt like it could swallow you whole in the dark silence. But the part you occupied had a cozy type of comfort that came when a place felt lived-in. A throw blanket over the banister, a framed photo propped up on a small side table that you hadn’t put there, but guessed it was probably Jason. There was a pair of shoes left by the door where you had kicked them off like you belonged here. Which you sort of did by now. Belonging in the weird, bruise tender way that belonging worked in a family and home rooted in vigilantism.

You kept your breath steady as you made your way towards his room, trying your best to keep your steps soft, but the floorboards still groaned under you like the house had a story it wanted you to hear.

When you reached Jason’s closed door you hesitated again.

Staying in separate rooms had started out as just what felt the most practical. It made sense at the time, you moved in slowly. Staying a few nights here and there, bringing things only as you needed, until eventually you just stopped going home. You still had your own routines, your own stuff, your own life. And Jason had his … Well, everything.

Between the nights he came home late, bruised and quiet in a way that was heavy instead of calm, not wanting to drag his grief through your door, and the nights you had deadlines or early mornings, when he couldn’t stomach the thought of his insomnia becoming yours by association, it had just become comfortable.

The space never felt cold or distant, it was just two people who chose each other, but also chose to continue to live in their own spaces. There were nights you would fall asleep together, where you’d wake up with your back pressed against him, spine curved against his chest like a puzzle piece, his arms wrapped around you in a way that made you think, still hazy from sleep, This. This is it. This is what the world was meant to be.

Right now, you just wanted him. You wanted the way he was warm, and solid, and always smelled like something safe and familiar – even if the smell wasn’t always exactly pleasant. You wanted the way that he was real, the fact that he breathed and moved and lived.

You knocked once, quieter than you had planned. Nothing. You knocked again, forcing yourself to be just a little louder this time. “Jay ?”

It was followed by silence again, before you heard a quiet rustle, and then his voice, low and rough, still scratchy. “Yeah ?”

“Can I come in ?”

The pause that followed was shorter than before, like he was processing what you said through the fog sleep had left in his head. “Always.”

You pushed the door open with a creak that sounded too loud in the quiet space. Jason’s room was darker than the hall, the pale glow of the bathroom’s nightlight didn’t quite reach his end of the hall. Dark curtains were drawn over the window, the glow of the city spilling in through the gaps. Jason was a shape in the middle of his bed, half sat up propped on his elbows, hair sticking up in the back where his head had been against the pillows. His eyes were still heavy, but when they adjusted to the space of you standing in his doorway his posture shifted into something more alert.

“You okay ?” He asked. He already knew the answer, he could read your body language like it was a book he’d already memorized. When you didn’t answer with anything other than a noise that sounded like a choked, forced laugh, he shifted again sitting himself a bit more upright. “Nightmare ?”

All you could do was nod your head, your throat felt too tight to trust yourself to speak, and you felt the backs of your eyes starting to burn. Which was a rude way for your body and mind to react. You cried a lot, something you were trying to work on ‘fixing’. Jason always said it didn’t need fixing, but you never fully believed him.

Jason didn’t need any other answer from you, he moved to the side, gesturing to the newly emptied space beside him. “C’mon”

You hesitated in the doorway, like you were still waiting for permission, a sign that you were allowed to join him.

A sign Jason gave you, as clear as day: “You’re allowed to be in here. It’s your space too.”

You still didn’t move. “I can … stay in your bed tonight ?”

Jason paused at your question, brows raised before his expression softened in a way that would have made your tummy do flips had you been able to see it clearly. “Of course you can. Come here.”

Finally you moved to cross his room, closing the door quietly behind you, casting the room in darkness again. When you climbed into his bed, you were careful to take up as little space as possible. Jason pulled you against him with a lazy, gentle tug. It was immediate, like muscle memory.

“Wanna talk about it ?” He asked after a few moments of silence

You shook your head, letting your eyes flutter shut for just a moment. “I don’t think I even remember it” You admitted, a bit embarrassed by the fact “Just that it was scary.”

Jason let out a hum of acknowledgement, giving a small nod. “That’s okay.” He assured you, “I get that sometimes too.”

You weren’t surprised when he didn’t push any further, he had always had an immense level of respect for things best left in the dark. He knew that sometimes, the best way to deal with scary things was to just not give them the time to be scary. The quiet between you stretched, your attention turning to the sound of his heartbeat, and the feeling of his chest rising and falling with each breath he took.

He was so warm, your cheek pressed against his bare chest, arm draped over him as his fingertips traced up and down your arm, tracing the curve of it in slow, barely there strokes. His fingertips lingered over the rougher patches of skin, light over the scabs and red marks that were still angry.

“You’ve been pickin’ again” It wasn’t really a question

“Only a little.” You mumbled back

Jason nodded, even though he knew – could feel – that it wasn’t only a little. But he didn’t press, didn’t lecture.

“We’ll see about a bath tomorrow” He said instead “See if Alfred has that oat mix that helped last time, yeah ?”

“You don’t have things keeping you busy ?” You asked

Jason shrugged, shifting to press his lips against your forehead “Nothing that can’t wait until later in the day.” He muttered against your skin

Warm he thought

“Oh … I think that would be nice then”

Jason’s fingers moved from your arm to brush over your hair, gently scratching against your scalp, the spots he knew you liked the best. His offer, the care behind it, had brought you some comfort. Your heart slowly calmed, but the bitter taste of fear still felt heavy on you. Your heart had settled, but your mind still refused.

Jason seemed to feel it too, his chin rested on top of your head, you fit into the curve of his neck like you were made to be there. “Want me to try and distract you ?”

“Distract me ?”

“Yep. The tried and tested tactic.” You could hear the smile in his voice “Get you bored enough to go back to sleep.”

You hummed a little laugh, “You’re hardly boring.”

“Sweet talker” he replied, pulling his head back from yours to smooth the hair away from your face. He ran his thumb across the cheek, pushing away the moisture under your eye. Maybe you’d been crying in your sleep, maybe you’d been crying since you got into his room. He didn’t comment on it. “Let’s see … If you had to pick an animal to be your sidekick forever, which would you pick ?”

Your mouth opened and closed a few times “That’s your topic ? I thought the goal was to bore me to sleep ?”

Jason shrugged, “It’s an icebreaker. Gotta work my way up to boring.”

“Okay, okay. That makes sense” You played along “Then … I think I’d pick a goose.”

A puff of air that might have been a laugh escaped Jason's nose “A goose ?” He repeated “Why a goose ?”

“Because they’re scary” You answered, like it was obvious “And their teeth are sharp.”

Jason made a sound of approval, “You know what ? You’re right about them being scary. Y’know, I was chased by one before.”

“You were ?”

“Yep” He made sure to make a solid pop sound on the ‘p’, just for emphasis “Bruce took me and Dick to the park, one of ‘em chased me around for almost a mile. And Dick ? He just laughed at me. Some big brother, huh ?”

The story may or may not have been true, but the giggle it pulled from you was enough for him. You felt him shift in the bed next to you, his arms loosened around you moments before you heard a quiet click in the dark. The dim lamp on his bedside table flickered on, casting a soft, cool light across the room.

You could see him clearly now. The messy hair falling against his forehead, the faint, scratchy stubble along his jaw and chin, that soft crease between his brows that you’ve become so familiar with, the one that never goes away even when he lets himself relax.

His arm curled around you, pulling your body back against his. His thumb traced the curve of your cheek, his eyes gentle as he looked at you like you were something precious that he chose, something that he would keep choosing, again and again.

“How ya feelin’ ?” He whispered

You checked in with yourself. Your chest felt looser, your fingers didn’t tremble against his chest anymore. Your dream was still there, the fear and anxiety still lingering like a stubborn cold. But it felt lighter than it had before.

“A little better …” You answered, “Still a bit on edge, but better.”

There was a pause, just for a moment before you asked, “Do you want me to go back to my room ?”

You felt his arms tighten around you immediately, “No.” He answered, a little too quickly. Before he shrugged, like he was trying to play it cool. “No. You can stay.”

He pulled you closer to him, “I like you here, you silly girl” His hand came up, gently pinching the tip of your nose, just to see it scrunch up in that cute way it always did. “You silly goose”

“Honk Honk” You grinned

His lips pressed against your forehead again, slow and sweet in a way that made your cheeks feel embarrassingly warm.

“You wanna tell me what you’ve been up to lately ?” He asked, like he knew your brain wasn’t quite ready to sleep yet. “Anything interesting happening in your world ? Feels like it’s been forever since I’ve heard from you.”

He had a point. Every now and then, the world seems to work against the two of you. Your schedules would never align, and it felt like the two of you were just two ships passing in the night. Always close, but never quite able to reach. Always just barely missing one another, always showing up right as the other left.

It was a cruel trick the world liked to play Jason always thought. And he hated it.

“Well, I had tea with Bruce the other day.” You answered

“Oh yeah ?” Jason asked, turning his head down to look at you, like you were the most interesting thing in the entire world. “How was that ?”

“It was nice …” You whispered, “Can’t believe I caught him having down time.”

“Yeah. That is surprising. You sure it was him ?”

His poor joke drew a small laugh from you, making something like pride bubble in his chest.

“Yes. I’m sure it was him.” You answered with a playful eyeroll. “He asked me how my classes were going –”

It was always strange, in a refreshing way, to talk to Bruce. Someone who, no matter what else was going on, he always cared about the little things.

“He knows a lot about socialization.” You continued, “More than I expected him to, really.”

Jason gave a small, agreeable nod “I bet he does, I imagine he’s seen quite a bit of it … You talk about anything else ?”

“Not much,” You answered with a little shrug “He did say he was happy I stopped calling him Mister Wayne though.”

Jason scoffed at that, “Yeah. I think everyone is. That was weird for all of us.”

You gasped in mock offence, “Well – It was weird for me to call the guy by his first name. I mean, he’s letting me live in his mansion when he has zero obligation to.”

Jason waved his hand in the air, like he was swatting away an annoying bug. “Oh please, the old man would let anyone with puppy dog eyes live here. And you – you precious girl –” He pinched your chin gently between his fingertips “ – have just about the best puppy dog eyes this world has ever seen.”

“And you – Jason Peter Todd – are absolutely impossible.”

“And you love me” He countered

“Yeah …” You agreed softly, “More than anything.”

He leaned down, pressing a kiss against your nose, before his lips brushed against yours in a kiss that was so tender it made your heart ache.

“And I love you” He whispered against your mouth

The moment lingered, the feeling of his lips still barely against yours, close enough to feel warm, and count his lashes. The quiet was broken by a little sniffle, the warmth made the anxiety biting at you feel further away. Being near him made you feel a little more brave.

“I’m sorry …” You mumbled, “I just didn’t think I could be alone after …”

“You don’t have to be. You never have to be.”

His words landed like a blanket, making the tension between your shoulders finally ease. He kissed your temple, lingering as he took in a few deep breaths.

“Sleepy yet ?” He asked as he pulled back

You shook your head, “Not really … But I feel better”

“Good. Good. That’s good progress.”

You tucked yourself against him again, wiggling closer into the familiarity of him. “What … What have you been reading lately ?” You asked, realizing your brain wasn’t quite ready to quiet itself just yet.

Jason’s expression flashed to surprise, before shifting into something almost shy “You wanna know what I’ve been reading ?” He repeated, like he wasn’t exactly sure he had heard you right.

“Yeah.” You answered softly, “You’re always reading something, between everything else. I think it’s nice to find time for stuff like that … I like that you have something that makes the world feel kinder to you.”

Jason’s eyes darted away, like your words had hit a sensitive spot by accident. He cleared his throat before reaching towards the nightstand, and you watched as he picked a hardcover and held it up in the lamp’s light for you to see. The dustjacket had been removed, the book’s binding frayed in the corners and along the spine, exposing the fibers of the paperboard beneath it. But the title was still clearly printed on the front.

“Pride and Prejudice,” He said.

Your head tilted to the side, like a small, curious animal “Haven’t you already read it though ?” The question was genuine, not meant to poke fun, or ridicule him. You’d always found it sweet the way he liked to read, the way he gravitated towards the classics. There was something that felt so admirably human about it, about the way he appreciated the time, the story, the worlds that were so carefully handcrafted.

You loved it about him, one of the many reasons on your evergrowing list.

“I have” He answered, “But it’s still a good book, that doesn’t change just because I already know the story. Plus, it’s familiar. I can turn my brain off and still enjoy it.”

His thumb ran over the edges of the book as he spoke, “You want me to read to you ?” He offered, seemingly out of the blue “I should be just starting a new chapter, not too far in. You haven’t missed much.”

Your brows furrowed. In all the time you knew him, Jason had never offered to read to you. “You’d do that ?”

He nodded, “Wouldn’t have offered if I wouldn’t”

That was true, he had never been one to throw around empty promises or hollow words. At least he never had with you.

“Okay … Yeah. I think – I think I would like that” You answered, your voice small.

He shifted again, propping the pillows up behind him so he could sit against the headboard, making a space for you to lean comfortably against him. You had been intimate with Jason before, but this made your heart race in an entirely new way – pressed against his side, head rested in his lap while he had one hand rested on top of your head while the other held the book open.

It was far from the closest you’ve been to him, but this felt like something special.

Jason cleared his throat, and began reading.

His voice was soothing, low and steady as he read. He read like he knew the story by heart, like he understood all the subtle humor, like he was part of the lives that lived between the pages. You let your eyes close, your breaths evening out as you listened to the story and the sound of pages turning.

You spoke after a few minutes, “So … What exactly is the prejudice ?”

Jason pressed his thumb against the page he was on, turning his attention back to you. “It’s a few things.” He answered “Mostly it’s Elizabeth and Darcy. Elizabeth judges Darcy based on rumors, doesn’t get to know him. And Darcy thinks Elizabeth is beneath him because her family is a lower class than his.”

Your brows furrowed, confused, “But her father’s a gentleman, isn’t he ?”

“He is” Jason nodded, his explanations didn’t come with any air of superiority. He answered like he welcomed your questions, like he’d been waiting to tell you. “But they’re on the lower end of the upper class, she doesn’t have the connections or significant wealth.”

You nodded with a hum of understanding. “That makes sense … So do you like him ? Darcy, I mean”

Jason shrugged, leaning his head back against the headboard, looking up at the ceiling as if deep in thought. “I guess so.” He finally decided “I respect him. I like that, eventually, he’s man enough to admit when he’s wrong. He put in the work, showed up when he needed to. Not to spoil the story, but eventually he reflects, and lets himself grow. I appreciate that.”

He paused, before adding “But my favorite ? Is Elizabeth.”

Your head raised from his lap, just enough to meet his eyes. “Elizabeth ?” You repeated, for some reason the information had surprised you “How come ?”

“Think she’s one of the strongest characters in the whole story.” He answered, he didn’t even have to think about it. “She’s witty, sticks to her morals. She can hold her ground, and call people out on their bullshit. And she’s loyal – to herself and the people she cares about.”

“Huh …” That really did make sense, for Jason to enjoy a character like that.

“Lately though, I’ve been liking her more than usual.” He went on, drawing your attention back to him. “She reminds me of you.”

“Of me ?”

“Yep.”

“Does that make you Mr. Darcy ?” You asked, a little giggle in your voice as you imagine Jason as a high class gentleman in a too fancy suit using too fancy words.

But the more you thought about it, the more it made sense. The strong internal code, the brooding arrogance that only thinly veiled how much is truly cared. The touch exterior, like the shell of an animal, evolved to protect itself above all else.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a sharp scoff from Jason, “Oh, please. I am way cooler than Darcy.” His chest shook gently with a low chuckle, “But, if you’re Elizabeth, I suppose I could be Darcy ... Just for you though.”

You smiled softly, relaxing back against his lap as it felt like finally the last of the nightmare had let go of you. Jason continued reading, and you let your eyes close once more.

At some point, you spoke up again, barely audible over the growing sleep in your voice “How come y’ were awake so fast when I knocked ?”

“Because it was you.” He answered, without pausing to consider it

You felt your throat tighten again, not trusting yourself to not cry again to risk opening your eyes again. Jason continued reading, pages turning with careful touches. Your mind drifted into the depth of the story.

The nightmare tried to come back, tried to wrap its fingers around your throat again, but it found nothing there but Jason, his comfort and his voice, a steady security that fear couldn’t get through. Your fingers curled loosely around his side, snuggling in just a little closer to him. Jason didn’t comment, only continued to read, his voice steady and gentle, his free hand mindlessly pushing stray hairs from your eyes.

You could only form half-baked, sluggish thoughts as his voice lulled you closer to sleep.

This, you thought, was why the separate rooms never mattered. Because the space was never something that couldn’t be crossed, it was only ever there when it was needed. And when it wasn’t, you were always welcome here, where you fit in like a missing piece.

“You read nice …” You mumbled, before the night could fully take you.

“Yeah ?” He almost cooed, setting the book back down on the bedside table. “Good enough for you to go to sleep ?”

You nodded, slow and tired, barely registering when Jason moved to flick the light off, and position himself to lay next to you again. He kept himself propped up on an elbow, the other returning to the steady, familiar motion along your arm.

You don’t remember the last thing you felt or heard before you pulled you somewhere dark. Though this time it didn’t feel so scary. When the night took you this time, it felt like warmth, like safety. Like home.

[agnustar]

HEY, THAT'S MY CHORE | ft. bruce wayne, dick grayson, jason todd, tim drake

contents :: smau. established relationship. fluff. gender neutral reader.

— BRUCE WAYNE

— DICK GRAYSON

— JASON TODD

— TIM DRAKE

[yasministration]

steal my girl - ron weasley

summary: for some reason, every one in ron's family has been trying to steal his girl, so he has to fight for a moment of privacy with you wc: 0.9k+

It’s been too long since Ron has seen you, and yet the instant Ginny decides she’s done with you Mrs. Weasley snatches you into the kitchen. Standing silently as witness to these actions, Ron lets his shoulders slump disappointedly. He’s almost given up in his search of private time with you, because in the two weeks you’ve been at the burrow, you and your boyfriend have had a total of maybe twenty minutes alone — not nearly enough for him to show off his love for you. Now, he tries not to whine and stomp his feet loudly like a child, but gosh does he miss you.

“Means she likes her, you know?” Offers Bill as comfort when he sees his youngest brother’s despair. “I know she likes her,” Ron snaps, eyes on Bill. “Mum wouldn’t let a woman she doesn’t like set foot in her house, let alone her kitchen.” Ron exhales deeply whilst Bill stands in a stunned silence, watching you bond with their mother through the kitchen’s doorway.

You glance back quickly, smiling softly at your boyfriend, who tilts his head at you with a loving smile. Ron loves that you’re getting along well with his family, especially those of whom you hadn’t met at Hogwarts, but he doesn’t love that they’ve been hogging you. Fred and George had taken the liberty of reintroducing themselves to you as though you didn’t already know them enough, but your unbothered nature had even lured in Charlie and Bill who were so used to their youngest brother stressing over the twins.

Molly handed you an apron and carried over a bowl of dough that had been chilling in the fridge. She spoke quietly to you, head ducked down next to yours, and Ron sighed, moving over to the couch and collapsing onto it, crossing his arms over his chest. He shimmied in the armchair until it faced the kitchen head on. Ron was adamant; he wouldn’t move from this spot until you stepped foot out of the kitchen and from then, you would be his. And once you’re in his arms, he won’t let go.

Seriously.

But then Harry steps into the living room, asking “Game of Quidditch?” and Ron has lost his mission. He nods, standing up and making his way towards the backyard, completely forgetting the fact that he had just showered to be all nice and fresh for you. But just as he steps foot outside, a confused call of his name has his head snapping back. He grins at the sight of you, immediately rushing back through the open door towards you and wrapping his arms around you.

He’s ready to ditch all his plans for a few hours of privacy with you, but after welcoming him with a short kiss, you’re already pulling away from him, hands trailing up and down his chest. “Are you still taking me to the treehouse tonight?” You ask, and Ron nods, pulling you closer again.

“So do I have time to help Ginny find an outfit?” Ron groans, head dropping into the crook of your neck. His arms tighten around your waist, pressing your front flush against his. “No.” He whines, less as an answer to your question and more as an opinion. You cup Ron’s cheeks, lifting his face up and pressing your lips to his slowly. He moans quietly into the kiss, eyelashes tickling your cheeks as they flutter shut. His arms unravel from around your waist so his fingers can grip softly at your hips, and he tries deepening the kiss despite the fact that you’re both stood in the middle of the living room.

“I’ve just realised that I haven’t actually seen them together yet.” You hear Charlie’s nearby voice, a teasing lilt to it. Ron groans, grumbling “Shut up” against your lips when Bill adds “Yeah, looks like they’ll be glued together for a while.”

You break apart from your boyfriend, smiling when his eyes flutter open only for his gaze to drop back down to your lips. Ignoring your boyfriend’s eldest brothers, you mumble “I’m going to go help Ginny now, okay?”

Ron nods, hands never leaving your waist, and he follows you up the stairs towards his sister’s bedroom. “Ron?” You inquire, smiling to yourself when he stays by your side even when you’re stood in front of her door. “She’ll only steal you again and then you’ll go missing for another two weeks.” He complains quietly, running his hands up your sides, dipping his head down to press a kiss to the side of your neck.

“Ten minutes, alright? Then I’m all yours.” You promise, turning around to kiss him deeply. “And more of that to come, yeah?” Ron nods eagerly at your words, and runs along to his room to collect the bottle of wine he’d hidden for this exact occasion. And surely, once those ten minutes are up, Ginny has an outfit at the ready and Ron has one of your hands intertwined with his, leading you outside to his treehouse. And though his siblings all joke around plotting to each other how they’ll steal you away from their brother, they all leave the two of you alone for the night.

It’s the least they could do, especially considering all the teasing they’ll throw at you both in the morning when love bites will inevitably litter your skin, and cries from the passionate night you’d had will still echo within the burrow’s walls.

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[toasttew]

Turning off the phone to reconsider whether I should continue reading the fanfic after I had witnessed the most cringiest stuff ever known to man

[raysome]

when the angst hits before the smut so you look like this as they’re fucking

[cassettemona]

[redheadedflag]

me when im on "x reader tag" looking for fics at 3 am BUT all i find is memes and all the funny posts under the world EXCEPT the fics abt the character :

[masakres]

Skipping the storyline and going straight into the fucking part..

[sundayniche]

nothing screams girlhood more than reading fanfics late at night in bed

[orchidsgrowfromthesoul]

when the fic has 10k+ words, fluff, angst, smut right at the end, friends to lovers, character who’s down bad for reader, AND Y/N DOESNT ACT LIKE A CHILD