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life with jay <3
‣ jason is the type to act annoyed when you steal his hoodies, but secretly loves seeing you wear them. every single time he catches you walking around in one of his oversized sweatshirts, he'll roll his eyes and tell you that you have your own clothes. the thing is, he never actually asks for them back. in fact, he'll intentionally leave his favorite hoodies draped over chairs or hanging by the door because he knows you'll take them. if you ever return one, he'll probably stare at it for a second and ask why you aren't wearing it anymore. ‣ he leaves his books everywhere. you swear he owns multiple bookshelves, but somehow every surface in the apartment ends up covered in novels. there'll be one on the kitchen counter, three on the coffee table, and another balanced on the arm of the couch. sometimes you'll pick one up to move it and find little sticky notes that have scribbled writing fall out of them. jason claims he's organized because he "knows where everything is," but you'll never understand how he manages to locate a specific book among the chaos. ‣ grocery shopping with him is dangerous. you'll enter the store with a perfectly reasonable shopping list and leave wondering how the bill doubled. jason somehow sneaks random snacks into the cart whenever you're distracted. you'll be comparing pasta brands, then look down and discover three different types of cookies and enough cereal to survive an apocalypse. the worst part is that he always acts innocent when you call him out, even though he's absolutely guilty.
one more take
"you messed it up."
"i did not mess it up."
"dickkkk!!"
if there was one thing dick grayson loved more than making you laugh, it was making you laugh on camera.
it had started innocently enough. one tiktok dance. one trend he'd insisted would only take five minutes. somehow, nearly an hour later, the two of you were still standing in the middle of your apartment kitchen with a phone propped against a cereal box and absolutely nothing to show for it.
you had seven failed recordings.
seven.
every single one ruined by dick.
the latest ended with him doing a backflip across the living room.
I am absolutely IN LOVE with your Damian fic omg 🥹 you have a talented for this i swear!!
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one more take
"you messed it up."
"i did not mess it up."
"dickkkk!!"
if there was one thing dick grayson loved more than making you laugh, it was making you laugh on camera.
it had started innocently enough. one tiktok dance. one trend he'd insisted would only take five minutes. somehow, nearly an hour later, the two of you were still standing in the middle of your apartment kitchen with a phone propped against a cereal box and absolutely nothing to show for it.
you had seven failed recordings.
seven.
every single one ruined by dick.
the latest ended with him doing a backflip across the living room.
me stalking the x reader tag of my favourite characters because I refuse to use c.ai
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how jason jerks off to you
jason slumped onto the worn out couch in his dingy apartment, the city's distant hum filtering through the cracked window. it had been a week since he'd last seen you. you were out a girl trip with your friends.
he pulled out his phone, thumb scrolling through the gallery he'd curated just for nights like this. pictures of you, one from last month's date, your lips curved in a smile as you leaned against him in that tight black dress, cleavage spilling just enough to make his mouth water. another from your shared bed, your hair tousled, sheets barely covering your bare breasts after a lazy morning fuck.
his cock twitched in his jeans at the sight, already half-hard from the mere thought of you.
"fuck, i miss you so much, baby." he muttered to the empty room, voice rough with need. "your tits look so perfect—i wanna suck on those nipples until you're soaking wet for me." he unzipped his pants, freeing his thickening cock. it sprang out, heavy and veined, the tip already glistening with pre-cum.
biker!jason todd headcannos
⟡ biker!jason todd who watches before he approaches. he notices everything. the way you shift your weight, the way you glance at your phone, the way you look a little annoyed at the world. when he finally speaks, it’s direct. “you waiting on someone?”
⟡ biker!jason todd who doesn’t flirt the way you expect. he’s dry, a little blunt. but he's protective, even when he barely knows you. when he offers you a ride, it’s casual. like it’s nothing. like it wouldn’t change your entire night.
⟡ biker!jason todd who hands you his spare helmet without a word. already adjusted. like he planned for this. his fingers brush under your chin when he tightens the strap, and for a second, he lingers, checking, making sure it’s secure. making sure you’re good.
⟡ biker!jason todd who rides fast, but different when you’re on the back. powerful, but controlled. one hand comes off the handle just long enough to tap your thigh if you shift too much, grounding you. he’s always aware of you.
hii I love ur writing and I was wondering if u could do batboys (separate) x reader who is depressed?
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batboys comforting depressed!reader
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bruce wayne - bruce doesn’t say anything at first. that’s how you know he’s noticed.
things just…feel different. the manor feels quieter around you, like someone turned the volume down on the world. your favorite tea shows up warm without you asking. the spaces you sit in the most somehow feel less overwhelming, like someone anticipated it before you did.
you catch him watching you once. you’re sitting there, not really doing anything, and when you glance up, he doesn’t look away. it’s not the sharp, analytical look he gives everyone else. it’s softer. careful.
you start to apologize, out of habit more than anything, but he cuts you off gently. “you don’t owe me an explanation,” he says, voice low, steady. “or an apology.”
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first time meeting the batfam
all jason says is, “we’re stopping by the manor,” like it’s an afterthought, like it’s not the kind of place people prepare for. he doesn’t look at you when he says it, eyes fixed on the road, one hand tight on the wheel.
you turn your head slowly. “your family’s going to be there, aren’t they?”
a pause. then a shrug. “probably.”
“that’s not reassuring.”
“they’ll behave.”
it’s said flatly, but there’s something underneath it, something almost tense. like he’s already bracing for something that hasn’t happened yet.
you study him for a second longer than you mean to. jason todd isn’t nervous. he doesn’t get unsure.
but his grip on the steering wheel is just a little too tight.
“…okay,” you say gently, letting it go. for now.
wayne manor is a bit overwhelming.
high ceilings, long hallways, polished floors that echo just slightly under your steps. it feels like history lives here. like everything you do might leave a mark.
jason walks ahead of you, familiar but distant at the same time, like he knows every inch of this place but doesn’t fully belong to it anymore.
you’re still taking it in when a voice cuts through the silence.
“master jason.”
you turn to see alfred approaching, composed as ever, though his eyes soften the moment they land on you.
“and you must be the young lady we’ve heard so little about.”
jason exhales sharply, already halfway to annoyed. “alfred—”
“it’s nice to meet you,” you say quickly, offering a polite smile.
alfred’s expression warms almost immediately. “the pleasure is mine. anyone master jason brings here is someone of significance.”
jason looks away at that, jaw tightening just slightly, like he doesn’t know what to do with the implication.
alfred notices. he always notices. but he doesn’t push.
“shall i inform the others?” he asks mildly.
jason mutters something under his breath that sounds like regret.
it starts with dick, who appears like he’s been waiting for this exact moment.
“so,” he says easily, leaning against the doorway, arms crossed with a grin that’s just a little too knowing, “this is the mystery girl.”
jason doesn’t even look at him. “don’t.”
“i’m just saying,” dick continues, stepping further into the room, his attention shifting fully to you, “we’ve been curious. he’s been very…secretive.”
“because you’re all annoying,” jason cuts in.
“wow,” dick says, clearly amused. “and here i thought this was a special occasion.”
before jason can fire back, another voice cuts in.
“you’re standing weird.”
you blink, turning to see damian, who’s already watching you with sharp, assessing eyes, arms crossed like he’s conducting an evaluation.
jason drags a hand down his face. “you are not helping.”
“i am making an observation,” damian replies. then, to you, “you are his partner?”
“i am,” you answer calmly.
he studies you for a moment, head tilting slightly. “…you are not what i expected.”
you can’t help it, you smile a little. “i get that a lot.”
something in your tone seems to satisfy him, because after a second, he gives a short nod and steps back.
tim is quieter.
you almost don’t notice him at first, sitting slightly off to the side, watching everything unfold with a level of focus that feels almost clinical.
when your eyes meet his, he gives a small nod. “hey.”
“hi.”
he studies you for another second, then glances at jason, then back at you, like he’s connecting something.
“…cool,” he says finally.
jason squints at him. “that’s it?”
tim shrugs. “i don’t see a problem.”
“wow,” jason mutters. “high praise.”
steph is not quiet.
“oh my god,” she says the second she walks in, shoving tim aside, eyes lighting up. “this is her, isn’t it?”
“steph,” jason warns.
she ignores him completely, walking right up to you with a grin. “hi. i like you already.”
“based on what?” jason asks flatly.
“you look like you could handle him,” she shoots back.
“that’s fair,” you say before you can stop yourself.
jason turns his head slowly toward you. “…really?”
steph laughs, delighted.
cass appears beside steph so quietly it almost startles you.
she doesn’t say anything at first, just looks at you, in a way that feels deeper than the others. then she smiles.
“good,” she says simply.
you’re not entirely sure what she means, but something about it settles in your chest anyway.
duke is the easiest to talk to.
he leans casually against the wall, offering you a relaxed smile. “hey. don’t worry, it’s not always this intense.”
“yes, it is,” tim says from behind him.
duke pauses. “…okay, yeah, that’s fair.”
you laugh quietly, tension easing just a little.
bruce is the last to arrive.
you feel it before you see him, the subtle shift in the room, how the conversation quiets just slightly.
when he steps in, his presence is steady, grounded. his gaze goes to jason first, something unspoken passing between them, before it moves to you.
“it’s good to meet you,” he says.
his voice isn’t cold. just measured.
“you too,” you reply, hoping you sound steadier than you feel.
he studies you, not in the same way as the others. there’s less curiosity in it. more… consideration. like he’s trying to understand what you mean to jason.
after a moment, he nods.
it’s small, but it feels like something.
somewhere between all of that, things settle.
conversation flows more easily. steph pulls you into a story that spirals into something ridiculous involving dick. duke backs her up. tim corrects details. damian argues about accuracy. jason complains the entire time.
at one point, dick dramatically reenacts something and nearly knocks over a decorative vase.
jason catches it without even looking.
“…i hate all of you,” he mutters.
“you love us,” steph shoots back.
“that’s debatable.”
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when it’s time to leave, it feels… easier than you expected.
jason walks you out, quieter now, hands in his pockets like he’s still thinking about something.
“…they liked you,” he says after a minute.
you glance at him. “yeah?”
“yeah.” a pause. then, more quietly, “you didn’t have to do that back there.”
“i wanted to.”
he looks at you then, properly this time, like he’s trying to understand something he’s not used to.
“…they didn’t make you uncomfortable, did they?”
you shake your head gently. “no. it’s just… loud.”
he huffs a quiet laugh. “yeah. that sounds right.”
you smile a little. “i think i like them.”
he doesn’t respond right away.
but when you start walking again, his hand brushes against yours, and he lets his fingers lace with yours.
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hiii would it maybe be okay if i could join your taglist?? i love your work btw :))
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Could you please do a reader caring for Jason when he gets a fever?
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