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playing barbies with jason todd

[lushberrys]

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[lushberrys]

au jason in university where him and R are at a party and she’s making out with someone and getting felt up on and jason just watches jealously. He then goes home and fantasizes about him touching you like that.

no he's insanely jealous. like he's glaring and ignoring everyone around him bc he's using all of his mental strength to not punch the guy reader is making out with

he's fantasizing about it being him for weeeeeeeeks

[lushberrys]

I forgot what I was gonna tell you so have a great day

I will be back if I remember

did you remember yet?

[blairwitchdiaries-deactivated20]

👀👀 not gonna name names but SOME of u are sweet and kind and deserve the world and i am rooting for u

[raeiyyn]

[yelling at the club to someone i met ten minutes ago] do you think im a burden be honest

[emaileng]

did someone say… borger…? 🍔

Ive been drawing jason enjoying burgers recently… i think im projecting onto him

[idc0o]

Somehow being a person does not come naturally to me

[skippymutt]

my fetish is being liked

[sirisell]

Me & Who

[batsycline69]

Take Care

Summary: Jason doesn't like when you worry about him

Pairing: Jason Todd x GN!Reader

Words: 1,074

Warnings: brief description of injury, blood mention

There’s a thin line of light slipping through the crack beneath your closed bedroom door when you wake up. As you link the sleep out of your eyes, you notice the space beside you is still empty. In the darkness, you reach blindly to find your phone. The time flashes back at you, nearly blinding you. Jason must be home from patrol.

You rise out of bed, feet cold against the old wooden floor of your apartment and quietly tiptoe towards your bedroom door.

Sitting shirtless on the edge of your bathtub is Jason. He’s already watching the doorframe for you before you poke your head around the corner. Between his teeth is a length of gauze he’s measuring for his arm. Once your eyes adjust to the harsh light of the bathroom, you wince at the angry red gash running the width of Jason’s left arm.

A shiver runs up the length of your spine, your concern threatening to spill out of you. He’s watching you, waiting for your reaction. You tear your eyes away from the wound and look back up at him, swallowing the fear caught in your throat.

He frees the gauze from his teeth, and it flutters down into his lap. “You should go back to bed,” he says softly. The tone of voice is so gentle. If he speaks any louder, he could run the risk of waking you up too much.

This is new for the two of you. Jason hadn’t even really meant for you to find out he was Red Hood. And when you did, well, you kind of found out about everything. It’d been a whole thing that boiled down to you needing a little time to stomach it all. But you and Jason had been good the past few weeks. Things felt a little more like normal.

Jason has his guard up, but you can tell he’s trying to assess how bad the damage is. Not to him, not the physical wound, but to the relationship. To you.

Wordlessly, you cross into the bathroom and pick up the scissors sitting on top of the toilet seat. His eyes never leave you.

It’s odd how you feel like pray when loving Jason is like caring for a wounded animal. You want to ask what happened. You want to ask if he’s okay. But if you talk about it, if you acknowledge it too much, he’ll push you away. And you want to prove to him that you can handle this side of his life.

As you step towards him, Jason holds up the gauze again. You cut. The gauze falls down and hangs from Jason’s hand. Before he can start, you take gently take it away from him and kneel in front of him at the bathtub.

The wound is already clean. Jason’s already done all the hard work. Took care of himself while you slept silently in bed because he didn’t want to worry you. The thought drops into your stomach like a peach pit.

You wind the gauze around his arm until Jason makes a disgruntled noise. Your eyes shoot up, worried to have hurt him.

His face softens when your eyes meet. “Needs to be tighter,” he says, nudging his chin towards his arm.

You redo the wrapping, your eyes flickering back up towards Jason. He gives a small nod of approval. You wrap until the length is used and tape it off, pressing your lips gently above the wound before straightening up.

Jason smooths a hand over your jaw. Thank you.

“Go back to bed,” he says again.

“Only if you’re coming with,” you reply. Your hand runs down his uninjured arm and takes hold of his large hand.

Your millions of questions continue floating through your thoughts, but instead, you rise to your feet, pulling Jason up with you. He wraps an arm around your waist as soon as he’s standing beside you. “Give me a few minutes, then I’ll be there. Promise.”

Both your arms wind around his waist. You rest your head against him, fingertips gliding up and down the skin of his spine. “What do you need to do?” you ask.

“Gotta clean up,” Jason says. “I made a mess all over your sink.”

You glance behind you. Diluted blood is smeared across your sink, a few bloody towels sitting near the drain. “I’ll tae care of it,” you say.

Jason shakes his head. “Baby, no, go back to bed. I mean it. I’ll take care of it.”

“Don’t ‘baby’ me. I said I’ll take care of it. Go get in bed,” you shoot back playfully.

“It’ll take five minutes,” Jason replies.

You free your arms from around him and give him a little shove towards the bathroom door. He steps forward but doesn’t leave. He just keeps his eyes fixed on you, so decided against leaving you here. “Yes, exactly. And you’ve been out all night, so I can take care of it.”

“It’s not your mess,” he grumbles, and you know he’s not just talking about the blood.

“So? It doesn’t have to be for me to want to help you.”

Jason still lingers in the door. His gaze doesn’t stray from yours. It was one thing to wordlessly let you bandage him, but for some reason, he wants to draw the line at cleaning up his blood. Like the dirty work isn’t something you can handle. But that’s the point, what all of this is about; you can be there for him. You can help him. Wrapping up his wounds and cleaning up the blood is dipping your toes in the water.

Even if he doesn’t leave, you set to work cleaning out the sink and wringing out bloodied washcloths. You don’t push.

When the work is done, you flip off the light switch in the bathroom, taking Jason’s hand again and guiding him into the bedroom.

With the bathroom light off, your apartment is plunged back into darkness, but you both fall into the bed effortlessly. Your limbs wrap around each other as you huddle for warmth and comfort. Your fingertips till drag across his skin. His hand rests on the back of your head, his lips pressed against your forehead.

“Are you okay?” you finally ask. Your voice breaks the emptiness of the silence.

Jason tightens his grip on you a little more. “Yeah, I’m good.”

You kiss his shoulder. “Good.”

[burgerdotcom]

reblogs were off

[pityreblogs-blog]

i once made a text post that got 33 notes maybe you should think before you talk to me that way

[flapjacked69]

perspective is hard

[twilitprincess]

My brain won't let me come up with a main villain :(

[ariiadnes]

i love you shy reader-inserts i love you naive reader-inserts i love you soft-spoken reader-inserts i love any and all reader-inserts and you should not complain about them in the x reader tag. by doing so you are putting down someone's creative work and efforts when you could have simply moved on, or even better, written your own story

love it when mutuals i don’t really talk to reblog one of my posts it’s like hell yeah. glad you liked that. please don’t leave me.

[animentality]

give this man what he wants 😾