#jt x reader

[fleurmarjorieargent]

CONTRADICTORY FREAKS

jason todd/red hood x fem! reader

bookstore worker! vigilante meetcute

sfw. kind of on crack? comedy.

word could : 930ish

disclaimer : ive never written in the 2nd person pov before. there might be some grammatical mistakes. apologies in advance. jason might be ooc :)) this is my first ever jason fic, pls don't cancel me.

summary : red hood breaks into a bookstore in the middle of the night to get the sequel to the book he'd just finished reading. too bad you've got a late night shift and the mind of a freak.

why you should read this : english isn't my first language

no, but jason todd breaks into a bookstore past closing time because he got way too invested in the book and needs the sequel ASAP. could he read it on his phone and put the physical copy on his shelf anytime later? Duh. But that man is ocd about his reading habits and does not play around.

you had a shift past closing time that evening. a shipment had arrived of one of the newest, most anticipated books of the year. sucks for you, the bookstore is understaffed and you're to organize and shelve them. sucks for the general audience though, because you are in the fandom and you're totally gonna be snatching up an early copy before leaving.

you're in the storageroom, organizing the books into piles on top of the table, that's when you hear a loud bang, like a shelf dropping in the main area. you knew right then that you'd be the first to die in a horror movie because instead of calling the gcpd, you reach for the handgun in one of the lockers and head out cautiously to see what the hell is going on. of course you have a gun and your employer is okay with it, it's gotham.

you weren't really worried about it being one of batman's toxic lovers. though you had already decided in your head that by any miniscule chance if it was joker out there you'd bring the gun straight to your own head and pull the trigger. you were delusional enough to believe that you could pull aaron warner and jude duarte at the same damn time, but you were not surviving the joker-

but really, it might just be one of those crime alley lowlifes. special edition of books cost hundreds, and way more on an etsy resell afterall.

so when you do make it to the front, running all sorts of possibilities through your head, you are rather flabbergasted to see red hood obsessively browsing through one of the shelves. you don't lower your gun though, you really do not get this vigilante and whatever moral code he may be living by.

"hi?" you call, your voice filled with unease, "mr red hood? which side of the bipolar spectrum are we on today?"

he freezes and slowly turns, despite his massive built and red helmet, he appears sheepish. it's kind of endearing. no, it is not. he'd very clearly broken in. and you have a fucked up type in fictional people. you internally snap, 'be still my beating vagina. we're not getting railed tonight'

"woah, there," he speaks, noticing you aiming the gun at him, and you blush right there.

oh, fuck no, you've been listening to way too many audiobooks during work lately. it's the fucking voice modulator on him. you have to smack a palm over your mouth to shove back that growing grin on your face. fuck lights out and josh hammond ; the last book you'd listened to.

he tilts his head to the side, "you're very weird."

"i swear i go to therapy." you blurt out, almost squeaking.

"doesn' seem to be helping much. " he says dryly.

"no," you admit, "but wayne foundation made it free for everyone that got trapped at that mall shootout back in January. i'm all for eating the rich and using their money." you announce, you don't even know why you're talking. you should stop talking.

he barks out a laugh, hunching over, and your cheeks rise into a huge grin. jesus fuck. you probably look like a hyperventilating psychopath. damn him for having an attractive built and a good fucking voice and the orgasmic kind of laugh.

"why are you looking at me like that?" he asks suspiciously, standing straight again. alert.

"i've questionable hear me outs. please feel free to get a restraining order and ignore me." you put the gun away and turn around to leave. wait. no. what the fuck. you turn back around, "what are you doing here?"

he silently watches you for a moment. or at least you assume he does from under the helmet. your cheeks heat up. eventually he says, "i'm lookin' for a book."

"are you here to steal it? cause then i'd be required to shoot you." you inform him.

he huffs a laugh, good god gracious, "i'll pay."

"how moral of you." you mock cheerily, "and you couldn't do that in the morning? during open hours? how the fuck did you even get in?"

"crushed the padlock." he shrugs.

you feel the need to book an appointment with your therapist asap, that was the hottest thing you had ever heard. you were clearly not right in the head. your mouth totally drops open as you gawk at him. you were so masturbating after getting home tonight.

"well, you're paying for a replacement lock, too." you say to him, "give me the name of the book. i'll find it for you."

red hood says the title and then looks back at the gothic horror section, "S'not here."

you roll your eyes, "yeah, duh, it's in the romantasy section."

he physically recoils with disgust looking at you, "that's fucking diabolical."

"i'll get the book, you get your wallet." you shake your head, walking over to the romantasy section.

but then you hear and feel his heavy footsteps follow you and your body seizes up with cold dread. you turn so quick, the gun's barrel presses against his hard chest.

"back up," you order, looking up at him.

"your safety's on," he barely looks at you and you cuss. he's actually looking past you, at the romantasy section and the regency era romance section beside it, "this is a fucking crime scene. the fuck." the repulsion and distress in his tone is almost comical, "these are shelved all wrong."

that's how you end up spending hours reshelving books with the red hood obsessively passing you books and ordering you about.

[nanaminxs]

I can’t ever imagine JT bein’ so rough with you on purpose. Not even if you asked him to during sex, like a slap on the ass for example? Nuh uh. He’d give you a tight squeeze as he rutted into you, but could never bring himself to cause you physical harm.

But I can see him getting caught up in the moment, watching his cock disappear into your pretty pussy. A small bump poking at your stomach with each thrust, causing his breathing to become erratic. Not that you even noticed, your nails digging into his biceps as he pushed your legs against your chest. Thrusts becoming slightly heavier, harsher.

Of course he’d stop if he noticed even a twitch in your face, asking if you were okay- muttering out a string of apologies because he doesn’t want to hurt his pretty girl.

But AK Jason? That’s a different story!✅

[lolawassad]

Can you do one for Jt where the user has a son and likes Jt but is scared because she’s a was a mom

Jt york? He might be a bit out of character, if you dont like it please tell me :) ill rewrite it then

Hell yeah, lol i just had a dream about this because of your ask! This is gonna be fun

Also takes place during season 5 but they are both 17

Jt york x mom!reader

Y/n pov

I walk into degrassi community school, the school i transferred to a few months ago, people smile and greet me and i do the same back

I walk up to my locker and take my book out for first class, i close my locker again only to notice someone standing there.

He smiles at me "hey im jt" he says makkng me smile back and tell him my name "would you maybe like to get a coffee with me after school at the dot?" He asks "i would love to" i answer back before kissing his cheek and walking away.

As im down the hall i hear a loud "she said yes toby" from jt which makes me giggle.

After school

My mom drops of s/n to me "i gotta go to work now, you gotta take s/n on your date, if hes the one he wont leave okay?" She says before kissing my forehead and leaving.

I put s/n into his stoller because walking to the dot is too much for him, what i dont notice is jt seeing me and s/n and freaks out, running home instead of to the dot.

I enter the dot and a waiter smiles at me and pulls out a high chair for s/n and puts it at a table, the table only has one other chair so i take a chair from a bigger table and set it down, pulling s/n's chair closer to me.

I open my phone hoping i got a text from jt but nothing.

Then the chair gets pulled out and someone sits, i look up but its not jt, its my ex, s/n's father.

I look at him with distaste "please move i have a date" i tell him which makes him chuckle "a date? No you dont, you still belong to me" he says "no you left us, you dont get to just come back when you feel like it" i sneer at him while s/n is just babbling in the high chair.

Then the door opens again, the little bell rains my attention this time, its jt! But hes with other people, my ex says something but i dont pay attention to it, its then jt storms over to my ex and pulls him up by his collar "hey fuck face your in my seat talking to MY girl fuck you thinking huh?" He spits out making not only me shocked but all his friends.

My ex rolls his eyes and tries to act tough "yeah well she was my girl before, i mean clearly cause thats my son" he says while pointing at s/n

Jt looks at s/n who is now on my lap and then at me, his gaze softening "babe cover s/n's eyes" he says to me, i look confused but do it "now close your pretty little eyes please" i do as he says and then hear a sickingly crunch and someone running away "you can look again" jt says.

I open my eyes and uncover s/n's eyes, i notice jt's fist has blood on it and my ex is nowhere to be seen. The staff are all glaring at jt which tells me what just happened "you didnt have to do that" i tell jt before handing him some tissues.

He cleans his hand before smiling at me "but i did, he was bothering you because i was too much of a pu-" he stops mid sentance while looking at s/n, he leans over and covers his ears "i was too much of a pussy when i saw your mom drop s/n off and i ran when i noticed you looked at him like he was your whole world, i thought i couldnt handle a kid, then i told my friends what happened and they got pissed the fuck off, i asked you out and then planned on not going because you have a son. What kind of dick am i?" He says before uncovering a giggling s/n's ears, he is still leaned over before whispering "please let me try, ill be so much better then your ex, y/n" i giggle "no more running away when seeing s/n?" I ask, he shakes his head "never again, i plan on making you my girl, and if that includes this little man, anything for you y/n, i worked up the courage to ask you for months" he says before kissing my cheek which makes his friends cheer from a table in the corner, his head snaps to them and he glares at them but they all just innocently smile which makes my cheeks heat up and i put s/n back in the high chair.

Then the waiter walks up, he glares at jt and smiles at me and s/n "what can i get the lovely little family?" He asks us before whispering to jt "you cant get into another fight or your kicked out hear me? Also bad fucking example for your son" the cuss word makes jt glare at him "dont cuss infront of s/n, but i hear you man, just bring my usual and a f/d for the lady and some lemonade not too sweet for the little man, thank you" jt says with a smile to the waiter before turning to me and grabbing my hand "how did you know i like f/d?" I ask him

He smiles again "you drink it like every other day, i see you here all the time, just minus the cute baby" he says.

I lean over and kiss his cheek, this time his friends dont cheer but s/n does which makes jt blush and hide his face in his hands "the waiter just called s/n my son and i cant get the thought of us being a family out of my head" he confesses, his hands drop to mine "i wanna be there for you and s/n, i wanna take you out on mor-" he is cut off by the waiter coming back, again smiling at me glaring at jt, he puts the drinks in take out cups down "if you ever get tired of this little boy you can come to me and get to know a real man baby" he says with a wink and goes to walk away, jt's jaw tightens "princess how about you take your drinks and wait outside for me while i go pay yeah?" Jt says kissing my cheek when he gets done putting s/n in his stroller and transferring s/n's lemonade in a clean sippycup in the pocket under the stroller he puts my drink in my hand and kisses my cheek again before pushing me softly towards the door "wait jt hes not worth it" i say he just shakes his head "im not gonna beat him up angel" he says.

Jt pov

I walk over to the waiter who is now behind the "bar" area drink in hand and say "i would like to pay for the drinks" the waiter smirks at me and i wanna punch that smirk of his face but i dont because i told y/n i wont

"Your little lady leave already? Thats too bad i wanted to give her my number" he says but i just smile at him, his smirk turns into a confused look, i give him the money for the drinks after he tells me my total before asking for the manager, the manager quickly comes and i look at her "did you know your waiter is hitting on underaged girls?" I ask her.

She turns to the waiter with a glare "FIRED" she yells out before dragging him by the ear, its my turn to smirk now and i walk over to my beautiful girl and her adorable son.

I kiss her nose and say "lets go to the park angel, s/n can play and we can talk sound good?" She just nods her head and lets me lead her to the park, my arm around her shoulder

[nanaminxs]

The darkness that surrounded Gotham was heavy with tension as you stood outside the abandoned warehouse, heart racing. Jason’s silhouette emerged from the shadows, the familiar leather jacket framing his figure like a shroud. He looked worn, the weight of his choices evident in the way he carried himself.

“Why did you follow me?” he asked, his voice low and edged with irritation.

You took a breath, trying to keep your emotions in check. “Because you’re pushing everyone away, Jason. You can’t keep doing this.”

He scoffed, crossing his arms defensively. “You think I care about what you or anyone else thinks? I don’t need anyone, especially not now.”

“Is that really how you feel?” Your voice cracked, desperation creeping in. “You’re not alone. You never have to be. But you make it so damn hard to reach you.”

Jason’s gaze darkened, anger mixing with pain. “You don’t know what it’s like! To feel betrayed, to lose everything! I won’t let you get hurt because of me.”

“I’m already hurting!” you shot back, the words bursting forth. “You’re hurting me more by shutting me out! I want to help you, but you won’t let me in.”

He turned away, fists clenching. “I don’t want your help. I don’t want anyone’s pity. You think this is some kind of game? I’m not the hero you want me to be.”

Your heart ached as you took a step closer, defiance fueling your voice. “I never wanted a hero. I wanted you—the real you. But you keep hiding behind this mask of anger.”

Silence fell between you, the air thick with unresolved feelings. Finally, Jason turned to you, vulnerability flickering behind his hardened exterior. “If you knew the truth, you’d run away. I don’t deserve this… I don’t deserve you.”

“Don’t say that,” you pleaded, tears welling in your eyes. “You’re worth so much more than your past mistakes. I see you, Jason—the man beneath the pain.”

He shook his head, pain etched on his face. “The man beneath is broken. I can’t drag you into that darkness.”

“Maybe I want to stand with you in that darkness,” you said, voice trembling. “I’d rather face it together than watch you drown in it alone.”

His expression wavered, the conflict evident. But the walls he built were strong, and he was reluctant to let them crumble. “You don’t understand what it means to love someone like me,” he replied, voice thick with emotion.

“Then let me show you,” you whispered, reaching out for him.

For a moment, you thought he might take your hand. But then he stepped back, the distance between you feeling insurmountable. “I can’t. I won’t let you get hurt because of me.”

As he turned and disappeared into the shadows, you felt the weight of his choices press down on you. Love was supposed to be a light in the dark, but in that moment, it felt like a curse—a reminder of what could have been.

A/N: Hi everyone! I’ve finally gotten a break and so here I am, writing the much promised angst😅 hopefully over break I can do more. This was based off of a fanfic i saw a while back. Love you all, and happy halloween 🎃