#dc jason

[gojoidyll]

idk jason is hot, send post

[rosie-artz]

D: JASON NOO!

[meowkn]

“Don’t let the pieces fall on the carpet.” Jason mutters. He’s leaning back against the couch, with you sitting between his legs on the floor. His arms wrapped around your waist and his chin resting on your shoulder as you work on the new Lego set he bought the two of you.

“I’m not.” You huff, trying to focus as you worked on putting two pieces together. “Mind your business.” You add, though there was no real bite in your tone. Jason snorts, giving your shoulder a playful bite in response to your huff. “You know I always want to be all up in your business.” He teases, his arm tightening around your waist. He presses a light kiss to your neck. “I’m just making sure you don’t let any pieces go to waste.” He says against your skin.

“We need all these pieces or the car won’t be right, goofball.” He rolls his eyes, but it’s almost affectionate. “Yeah, yeah. Can’t have my girl putting together a half-assed Lego car.”

Jason watches over your shoulder as you focus on building, choosing to ignore his sentence. His hands rest on your hips, mindlessly kneading the soft flesh underneath your shirt. He offers suggestions and guidance as you assemble the pieces, unwanted, but, appreciated nonetheless. Every now and then, he mutters praise and compliments into your ear, enjoying the moment of domesticity, which he rarely gets to appreciate anymore.

“You’re doing great,” he whispers, his voice a low rumble in your ear. “I like watching you work, beautiful.”

“Should I buy the Star Wars Lego set next?” You murmur absentmindedly, your hands working diligently on the Legos. Jason’s eyes instantly light up like fireworks. “Oh hell yeah,” he says, his enthusiasm evident in his tone and the way his fingers squeeze at your hips. “Those sets are badass. We could build the Millennium Falcon or the Death Star. Or the Jedi Starfighter. Wait, no, the AT-AT Walker."

You couldn’t help but giggle as he listed off sets, shaking your head softly. He grins, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. “Your laugh is adorable.” He murmurs, pressing another soft kiss to your skin.

"And you're going to buy us the biggest, coolest Star Wars Lego set you can find. We're going to build a whole damn universe."

“We’re gonna have so much fun.” You giggle, feeding into his excitement. It was rare for you to see Jason so relaxed and excited about something, all you wanted to do was keep that smile on his face. You’d walk through the deepest pits in hell to keep him smiling.

“I have no doubt about that.” He replies, his hand wrapping around your waist, his palm splayed out on your stomach. "Building Legos, watching old movies, eating shitty pizza, and spending hours tangled up together. Sounds like my idea of heaven." He pulls you closer to him, pressing his chest against your back. "Can you imagine it already? Us, surrounded by a pile of Legos, trying to figure out which piece goes where. Hours passing by without us realizing it because we're so lost in each other's company." He has that dreamy look in his eyes, the one that reminds you that no matter how hard the world tries to harden him, to make him bitter, that he’s still that same lost boy who craves a little bit of love.

“You’re so dorky.” You laugh softly. Jason chuckles, the sound low in his chest. "Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, babe." He leans in, pressing a trail of soft kisses along your jawline. "You know you love my dorky side. After all," he continues, his lips moving down to your neck, "it's the dork who puts together the best Lego sets in town. And the dork who knows how to make you giggle and moan." His hands slide under the hem of your shirt, his touch warm and possessive against your skin. "And the dork who's gonna show you how much he appreciates you when we're finally done with this car."

“Stop it.” You say playfully, giggling at his touch, your mind slowly getting distracted from the car. Jason chuckles, his lips moving back up to your ear. "Not a chance, beautiful," he mumbles, his voice a sultry whisper. "You know I love making you laugh. And I really, really love it when I can hear all the noises you make when I have you all to myself."

[deadtired-highkeyenergetic]

Stay

We all have to thank @samiltonwk for this fic's existence :)

It wasn't supposed to be this way.

The bullet was meant for him. The trap was meant for him.

So why?

Why was he the one cradling you as you bled out all over the floor of the warehouse?

Why were you the one struggling to breathe, the rising and falling of your chest getting weaker and weaker?

"Love, please…" Tears blur his vision. He can faintly hear the shouts for him, calling his name, but they're all just faded in the background, paling in comparison to the sound of you dying in his arms.

"Jay…" You gasp, a trembling hand reaching towards his face.

"Shh, don't try to talk. Save your energy, you can say everything once you've healed up alright?" His throat feels tight, his voice unsteady as he tries to reassure himself you.

It's not working.

You cough out a weak laugh, causing more blood to splatter on your clothes. "You…I know —"

You dissolve into another fit of coughing, causing Jason to panic harder. He struggles to form coherent sentences, mind going blank as he watches the only good thing in his life fade away right before his eyes, and all he can manage out is a single plea.

"Please —"

The rest of what he wants to say dies upon his lips when you give him a weak smile. You know there's no saving you, and you've accepted it. Jason doesn't want to accept it, he can't bear to face the reality that will soon be upon him. He's lost so much already, why can't the universe just let him keep one good thing?

"Jay," you rasp out. "Baby."

"I'm listening, love." He chokes back tears. The least he could do is hear your final words to him, but he won't stop trying to save you. His hand is pressed against the wound in your chest, your blood seeping through his fingers and he can feel the life slipping out of your body. He can feel the way each breath becomes shallower as time goes on, the chill that is starting to set in as your body's warmth fades, and he feels fresh tears pour down his cheeks, mixing with the bloody trail you left on them.

"Live."

He sees the moment life fades from your eyes, the very instant when the universe rips you from him, and he screams. He doesn't know how long he screams for, everything is a hazy fog, all he knows is that you're gone. Forever. He knows the Lazarus Pits won't bring back the you he loves so much, and he would never subject you to the same torment he went through. You would hate him for it, and he would hate himself even more for it.

Once his throat gives out, he dissolves into sobs, clutching tightly at your now lifeless body, holding you close to his chest. Bruce approaches him, trying to say something to comfort his adopted son but Jason lashes out with a snarl and a fist, causing him to take a step back. Dick tries next, but Jason's fist connects with his nose and he stumbles away, holding his broken nose. Damian quietly watches from afar with Tim, the two wisely avoiding Jason's attack range as their older brother grieves.

"Stay. I'll smile more if you do."

"I'll stay even if you don't."

"You mean it?"

"Of course. It's a promise."

The conversation from that one night rings in his ears. A fresh wave of grief crashes into him and he collapses, pressing his forehead against yours. It's cold to the touch, another painful reminder that he's lost you.

"You promised." He whispers, voice breaking. "You promised to stay. Yet here you are, gone forever. Why? Come back, please."

His throat clogs up as his shoulders shake with each quiet sob, his thumb brushing over your icy cheek. It was his favourite way to greet you, the feeling of your soft skin beneath his calloused finger, the feeling of your lips quirking up into a smile, the feeling of your warmth, reminding him of what he has had.

"Welcome home, Jaybin."

"Mm. Missed you, love."

He'll never get to hear those words ever again. He'll never go back to a house with you waiting inside. He'll never have anything to go back to.

"Why'd you have to go and break your promise?" He whimpers. "Now I'm all alone again. I don't know if I can do this without you."

He shakily closes your eyelids and wipes away the blood at the corners of your lips, hating the sticky feeling on his hands. It hurts, to see your blood coating his hands, to be so aware that the red liquid staining his palms is yours, and to be utterly helpless to do anything about it. He's angry, but also tired, and the flames fizzle out the longer he cradles your corpse.

"I wanted —" The rest of his sentence dies in his throat.

He tries again. Even though you can't hear it anymore, he still wants to say it out loud. For catharsis, he supposes.

"I wanted to ask for your hand in marriage, but could never find the time to. Every time I finally gathered enough courage to ask, something would pop up. You would need to go for something, I would need to go and be Red Hood."

He lets out a bitter laugh. "The Red Hood. Afraid of nothing, except asking the one he loves to marry him. And now he won't ever get the chance to do that."

"I'll never know if you would say yes. I'll never know what it's like to be in a family with you." He feels the anger directed at himself rekindling. "I shouldn't have been so scared. I should have trusted you more, trusted that you would want to spend the rest of your life with me. I'll never know your answer now."

Jason sits on the floor, gently laying your body down. "I really don't know what to do now. All this while, I've been relying on you to be the light, to guide me, and now I have to face this darkness all alone. I won't wake up to you soundly sleeping next to me, won't feel your arms around me, won't feel your breath against my skin. I feel so cold."

He pauses, taking your hand in his.

"I needed you, Y/N. I needed you to stay."

[tofumilkbread]

I know Jason todd is into strong women who can choke him but like..JASON WITH A SOFT READER?

Jason is touched starved, feels unloved and unwanted and YEAH THIS BITCH NEEDS SOME LOVE, THE SOFTEST AND PUREST FORM OF LOVE

No tough love bs but straight up being coddled

I know he's gonna resist at first and act like you're weird but like if u can make him get used to it.. EEEEEEEEEEK

[dashflashy-arts]

Kept seeing Jaybin in those crosshair/target trends but it only remind me of the iconic Miku thumbnail so I went w/ that

Never touching this up again. Ugh. Bro if I see one mistake after this I'm quitting /hj

Angst version click here

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[finnoky]

Jay lad