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mayfieldss · 1 year

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A night out - Jason Todd

Warnings: protective Jason, mentions of underage drinking/alcohol consumption, language, unwanted attention (some guys can't take a hint), lowkey make-out sesh.

Summary: You and Jason had kept your relationship private for some time, but when a strangers flirting goes a little too far, Jason sets the record straight.

You and Jason weren't exactly hiding your relationship. You didn't care if anyone found out, but you kept to yourselves for the thrill of it, rather than out of necessity. Certain people knew, like Kory, who seemed to see through the two of you like glass, and Dick who had figured it out after Jason spent a little too much time staring at you in awe. But the others were kept in the dark, partly because there was fun in sneaking around, as well as the fact Jason claimed he loved having you all to himself.

It was enjoyable to catch Jason's gaze across a room and wonder what he was thinking about. And Jason derived his joy from things like texting you whilst around the others, little messages of "You look so hot right now." and your personal favourite "Your lips on mine in ten minutes, yes, or no?" He also loved little things, like his hand on your thigh under the table whilst Rachel and Gar were deep in conversation, or the way you would hold his hand in yours whenever you wanted.

Right now, you were standing in Jason's room, staring at yourself in the mirror, as you pulled at the edges of your clothes. It had been Jason's idea for you, him, Rachel, and Gar to crash a party that was happening a couple of blocks away. He claimed that the lot of you never got to do anything normal and that this was a great opportunity to do so. He was right of course. It was almost impossible to act like a regular human being when living in a place like Titans tower, but the concept of trying to be normal was so much more stressful than you ever thought it would be.

"You look fucking amazing, babe. Stop stressing." You feel Jason's arms snake around your body as he comes to stand behind you, the reflection of both of you together in the mirror relieving some of your stress.

"Are you sure it's not too much? I mean, I've never really been to a party before. I don't know what I'm doing." Your frown returns and you watch Jason lower his head to kiss the top of your shoulder.

"You. look. great." He presses a kiss to your skin between each word before pulling you away from the mirror. "Now, come on. We're gonna be late."

He's walking you toward the door when you stop him, tugging on his arm "You look great too you know."

He smiles, a wide and mischievous grin as he pulls you in for one last kiss, "Thank you, I already knew that, but thank you." His words make you laugh before you're shoving him away with a playful hand. You open the door to his room and step out into the hall, just in time to avoid an awkward encounter with Rachel and Gar as they come to find you both.

"You guys ready to go?" the green-haired boy speaks, a smile on his lips. He's excited, but you can't say the same, stomach bubbling with nerves. Jason can tell. You know he can, by the way he places a hand on your shoulder as he replies. "We gotta get a move on, at this rate, we'll get there when the parties fucking over."

You watch as Rachel sends a raised eyebrow your way, most likely due to the placement of Jason's hand, and the gentle squeezes he gives your shoulder every few seconds. You ignore it, trying to mask the smile that threatens to spill at the thrill of Jason's movements. They're always casual enough that they won't draw too much attention, but filled with a certain affection that creates something of mild speculation with the others.

You move down the hall soon after, quietly making your way past the rooms of the others in the tower before you're in the elevator and outside in minutes. The party is in an apartment two blocks away, and with every step taken in its direction, anxiety rips at your insides like a fed-up circus lion. In that moment, you forget the thrill of hiding your relationship with Jason and fall back by his side, whilst Rachel and Gar are arguing playfully, to take his hand.

"You good?" Jason leans over to whisper the question in your ear, squeezing your hand in the process.

You shake your head, staring straight ahead, as you mutter a response. "I want to throw up."

Jason removes his hand from yours, opting to place it on the small of your back as he leans down to whisper once more. "If this is about your outfit, I'm telling you, babe, the color scheme isn't too much, you look amazing."

"It's not that," you spare a glance at him, catching a hint of concern in his eyes. "This whole thing is just stressful, you know?"

As soon as you say it Jason feels guilty because in truth, he's not nervous at all. But clearly, you're carrying enough fear for both of you.

"Don't think about it too much. It's just you and me in a room full of people who aren't nearly as cool as we are."

That makes you smile, and Jason is glad for the change in your expression before you make your way back to Rachel. Jason's hand leaves you as you do so and he watches as you talk with her. He does so for a while and then, so he doesn't seem as smitten as he is, Jason steps up beside Gar, striking up a conversation with the boy until you make it to the door of your destination.

You climbed many a flight of stairs to get here, the apartment on an irregularly high level, in a complex with a broken elevator. Music pumps from behind the door, and with one last look at you, Jason turns the doorknob and steps inside. He's swallowed by the crowd and you almost lose him once you find yourself amongst all the people, but soon a hand grabs yours and you don't have to see who it is know that it's Jason.

"This is great, isn't it?" He's taken it upon himself to put an arm around you, so as to not lose you among the party-goers.

"It's loud." You shout back, his laugh vibrating through you as a response.

You lost Gar and Rachel within the first twenty minutes. They vanished into the sea of people, and even with their unnaturally coloured hair, they were still so hard to see.

"How can we lose a guy like Gar? His hair is bright green for fucks sake." You stand on the tips of your toes as you say it, looking around as best you can. Jason doesn't seem to care, grabbing you by the waist now that you're alone. He spins you around to face him, and the smile he wears looks good on him, though everything looks good on him.

"Like I said, it's you and me in a room full of people that can never be as cool as we are. Not that bad right?" He's so close to you, so you can hear him over the music and chatter, and also just because he wants to be. He loves the smile on your lips as you look up at him, your arms around his neck, and the hidden confidence behind your eyes that he's dying to dig out.

"It's still a little intimidating, but I trust you." The way you say it makes sparks burst through Jason's chest. You trust him. You might be the only person that does. His thumb brushes over your cheek and only then do you realize one of his hands has moved up to cup your face.

"D'you want a drink?" He shifts his gaze to look for the kitchen, but when he turns back to you, you're shaking your head. "No, I'm good."

"Okay, cool." On the way here, Jason thought he would be drinking tonight, but now he doesn't think he wants that anymore. He'd rather be with you in the moment, soaking this all in, and getting drunk on the feeling of being with you in a public setting rather than on an unknown beverage.

"You can have one if you want, I don't mind." Your voice is so gentle and sincere, and Jason loves how nice it sounds against his ears.

"If you're sober, I'm sober, babe." He smiles once more, but something seems off, and you shake your head. "You don't have to be sober just because I am, you know. If you want to drink, go for it."

Jason just shakes his head, brushing his forehead against yours. "I don't want a drink, I just want you." It's a sweet sentence, and you're surprised by it, especially in the way it makes you blush.

"How long have you been waiting to use that line?" you ask, but Jason shuts you up with a kiss, short and sweet.

"I came up with it on the spot, I swear."

To that, you laugh, "It was a good line."

You watch as Jason raises an eyebrow, smirking wide as his hands come down to squeeze your hips. "You really think it was good?" He asks, and the question is so genuine that your heart melts a little at hearing it.

"Yes, Jason, it was good."

"How good?" He's back to his flirty self in seconds, the speed of the change giving you whiplash. You're smiling so wide now that your cheeks hurt, and you rest your forehead against Jason's collarbone to hide the strong blush you know is forming on your cheeks. Jason hugs you close, shifting from foot to foot as he sways offbeat to the music. "D'you wanna dance?"

"I don't think this is the kind of music you're supposed to dance to."

Your forehead, still pressed to Jason's chest, shifts up and down as he shrugs. "We could try."

It's not something you expect considering Jason isn't much of a dancer. When you ask him to dance with you, most of the time he only does so to make you happy, and he doesn't really dance. He just twirls you around once or twice, standing in the middle of the room as you move around him.

"You really want to dance, don't you?" You look up at him as you say it, trying to conceal a smile.

"Fuck, please don't make me regret asking." He's stopped swaying now, pulling back just enough that he can admire you. He's nervous now.

"We'll dance when the next song comes on."

Jason shakes his head, "By then I won't want to do it anymore, we gotta dance now before I change my mind." He's dead serious, shocking himself with the words. Jason hasn't felt this good in a while, and he wants to savor the moment while it lasts because he's not sure how long he'll have it.

"Jason, this song has no beat at all."

He swings your arms back over his shoulders as you speak, cocking his head to the side in a devilish manner. "Don't tell me you're turning down a challenge." He's pushing through his nerves as he begins swaying again, moving you with him. You're right, the music has no specific pattern, and it is more a mix of strange noises than an actual song, but he tries anyway. Jason focuses on your smile, and then the way that you laugh as he makes an attempt at twirling you around. And he feels so happy.

When the song changes, he stops moving. "Right, dancing privileges have been revoked, you never saw a thing." You laugh at that too, and Jason soaks up the sound like a sponge, wanting to keep it all for himself.

"Your secret's safe with me," the words are gentle and sweet, and if you weren't so close to him, he doubts he would have heard. But he does, he hears you just fine. "though I can't promise I won't write about it in my diary."

Jason raises an eyebrow, "You have a diary? Can I read it?"

"If I did have a diary there is no way you would be allowed to read it."

"Why?" Jason brings a hand up to your face again, tucking your hair back behind your ear as he does. "You've written about me in your hypothetical diary, haven't you?"

You screw up your nose at him and he continues, finding it impossible not to tease you. "Dear diary, Jason looked so good today. He smiled at me, I think I'm in love with him." As he says it, he sees that same fleck of confidence flickering behind your eyes. When you open your mouth to speak, excitement courses through him like he's just been plugged into some intense power source with no limits.

"There may or may not be a few pages like that in the hypothetical diary." And just like that, in one sentence you've spoken, Jason is falling so heavily that he leaves his stomach, and heart behind in your hands.

"You told your diary you love me, huh?" he tries to hide his need for the answer through flirtation, pulling you just that little bit closer. You're focusing more on his nose than his eyes now as if you're not yet ready to battle his gaze.

"Will you promise to love me back if I say that I did?" it's a genuine question and Jason is trying his best to hold back a grin.

"Definitely."

So far, he's kept himself composed (on the outside at least), but internally, Jason wants to implode. The thought of you holding so much affection for him that you could actually love him is beyond Jason's comprehension. He wants to hold on to the feeling he has now, all the feelings you're giving him, and never let them go. He never wants to let you go either. So, he drops his cool guy persona. Jason lets himself look at you with utter adoration that is impossible to mask, and he knows you can see it written all over his face, but he doesn't care. He's so used to hiding his feelings but doesn't want to hide this.

"You're being serious? You think you love me?"

There's a silence between you, and it seems to stretch on forever, a heavy contrast to the pounding in his ears, his heartbeat crying out for an answer so loud that he thinks that the whole room can hear it.

"I don't think I love you, Jason Todd, I know I do, but don't make me regret it."

A wave of reassurance washes over him at the response, and he knows it's the truth in the way you act. It's as if you're afraid he won't feel the same and Jason curses himself for never being good with honest words. But he's happy and he's relieved, and this is the best day of his life, he thinks.

"I fucking love you." the words are quiet because Jason finds them hard to say. Not because they aren't true, but because he doesn't think he's ever said those words to someone before and meant it. But he's at ease when he watches your lips upturn, the softest smile gracing your features. Jason presses a kiss to your forehead, before moving to twirl you around once more. Somehow in the process, your eye catches a clock across the room. "Shit, Jason we need to get back." You scramble around to face him, looking over his shoulder for something, though Jason doesn't know what it is.

"Hey, calm down, it's not that late."

You turn back to him, panic in your eyes, "Jason, look." You point toward the clock and Jason lets out a breath. "It could be wrong, clocks are set wrong all the time."

He feels you shift, watching as you pull your phone from your pocket and stare at the screen for a solid few seconds. Jason moves by your side so he can see the time, and exhales harshly. "Well, shit."

"We have a training session with Dick in like, four hours." You sound panicked and Jason winces at the thought of fighting the man on little sleep. "By the time we find Gar and Rachel and get back—"

"Stop," Jason cuts you off. He's not too bothered about a lack of rest. He hardly gets any anyway. He'll just take a nap later in the day if he needs it. He's done it before, and so have you, so Jason can't quite understand why you're so freaked out. "It's not that bad, if we go now, we can find them." There's a pause, and when you say nothing, Jason frowns.

"Hey, breathe." He grasps your shoulders gently, trying to snap you out of whatever the hell is happening. "We're not kids, we won't be grounded. We're fine." Jason's not so sure about the grounding part, even though you aren't children, he wouldn't put it past Dick not to try and keep the lot of you inside. He pulls you against his chest, squeezing you in a tight hug. "How ‘bout you go get some water or something? I'll find them and meet you in the kitchen."

It's sweet of him to say, Jason Todd, a boy with such a rough exterior being so gentle with you, and you nod. he does the same and you split up, you on the move for something to stop the tightness in your throat, and Jason off to find Rachel and Gar.

When you make it to the kitchen you grab the first thing you can find, which is an empty red solo cup sitting on the counter. It took you a little longer than you would have liked to find the kitchen, and when you get there your panic has only escalated. You fill the cup with water from the tap and gulp it down like it's the last thing that will ever pass through your lips. In an instant you feel somewhat better, filling the cup up again as you wait for Jason and the rest of your companions.

It doesn't take long for someone to approach you, though it's not the boy you want it to be. He's followed by a friend, and you back yourself up into the kitchen counter, hoping they'll pass by you if given the space to do so. They don't.

"I haven't seen you around before." The line is cheesy, and it's even worse that this guy thinks it could ever work on you.

"I have a boyfriend." You say quickly, hoping that might deter their interest. The two men look between themselves, a laugh escaping the first guy.

"So?"

"So," You drag out the word, "I'm not interested in whatever it is you're implying." You stare into your cup, watching the clear liquid swirl around. You're not worried, Jason, Rachel, and Gar should be with you soon.

One of them steps forward, the guy with the cheesy pickup lines extending a hand. "I'm Danny, what's your name?" Okay, maybe you are a little worried.

"Not interested." You make a move to leave, even though you're supposed to wait for Jason to find you. It will take longer to get back to the tower if you lose each other, but you're willing to take that risk if you can escape this situation. The problem now lies in how you'll escape the kitchen. The two men have shifted now, to block the exit like jocks in some cliché teen movie.

"Move." You're surprised at how strong your voice sounds, and you look them in the eye for the first since they showed up. You don't feel anywhere near as confident as you're pretending to be.

"Just tell us your name." It sounds ten times more threatening when you're looking at the guys, and there's a part of you that wishes you'd never looked up. You hold composure, however, drinking the rest of the water in your cup before crushing it on the counter.

"Like I said, I have a boyfriend. Now get out of my way."

When they don't move you take the risk of shoving past them, the action taking them by surprise enough for you to slip through the gap created between their two bodies. On the other side of them, relief wraps around your bones, as you see Jason in front of you, Gar and Rachel waiting by the doorframe of the kitchen. You take the few steps you need to be by his side, and once you're there you feel the familiar warmth of Jason's hand on your back.

"Hey," Jason offers his attention to the guys in front of him "I don't think we've met." He pulls you closer to his side as he speaks, and you look up to catch a glimpse of the anger in his eyes. It's not masked under anything except for a pissed-off smile.

"Who are you?" There's confusion written all over the faces of the boys as they await a response, and Jason doesn't bother with the dramatics anymore, getting to the point.

"I'm the boyfriend." He lets that sink in, and when the guys don't say a thing, he continues. "You know, the one she told you she had right before whatever the fuck this is" He waves a hand at the guys, and they don't seem pleased by it. But he doesn't flinch under their gaze. His is much more intimidating, and he knows it. Jason turns his head to look at you "I wanna punch them."

You could see this coming from a mile away, and you place a hand on his arm, though you don't know what that will do. "Don't punch them."

Jason grunts and you can tell he's fuming, though none of his anger is directed at you. "I'm gonna punch him." Jason nods toward the one closest to you and your eyes widen.

"Alright, the party's over." You grab Jason's hand, sparing a glance at Gar and Rachel that says, "A little help over here would be nice."

In seconds they are with you, Gar taking Jason's shoulders in his hands, trying to pull him out of the kitchen. For a moment you think you're gonna make it out without violence ensuing, but the two guys who dared to bother you before, make the mistake of laughing. Jason swings, and the sound of his fist hitting the first guy straight in the mouth makes a loud smack. The guy stumbles back, and whilst his friend is busy helping him up, you, Gar, and Rachel manage to pull Jason from the room, and out of the apartment.

The first words spoken once you're out of the party setting, come from Gar. "You guys are dating?"

"Yes, Garfield." The words sound like a hiss from Jason's mouth before he turns back toward the door. "I'm going back in there."

"No, no you are not." you pull Jason down the hall away from the door, hoping he doesn't make a break for it so he can continue the fight. "I told you not to punch him, why did you punch him?" You're scolding him and Jason meets your eyes, running a hand through his hair as he tries to calm himself down.

"He just had such a punchable face, you know? It was just made to be punched." He balls his hands into fists, before flexing his fingers out again as if remembering the feeling of hitting the guy square in the mouth. "Plus, those guys were being fucking assholes."

He frowns and you watch as concern takes over his features. "You okay?" Jason's mind is racing as he says it, and his urge to go back in there and finish the fight returns as he pictures the guys from the kitchen harassing you.

"I'm fine, Jason."

"Are you sure? It seemed pretty intense in there." It's Rachel who speaks, and as much as you love her, you hate the way her words spark Jason's anger once more. This time though, he looks to you for permission.

"Just give me ten minutes in there, I'll talk to them."

"And I assume you'll be talking with your fists?" You raise a brow, almost laughing at the concept of Jason talking something out in a civilized manner. He just shrugs, a smug smile on his lips.

"Only if a visual demonstration is required."

You swat him on the shoulder taking his hand and making your way to the staircase. "Come on, we’ve got to get back."

Jason sighs, following you with Rachel and Gar close behind. Soon, you're all jogging down the street in the direction of Titans tower, the four of you yawning and stumbling as you do so. Jason looks over at you as you race after Rachel, and he knows it's cliché, but he wonders how he got so lucky with you. You meet his eyes once, hot breath creating little puffs of steam in the cold night air. He moves up beside you, still running

"What would you do if I kissed you right now?" He pants as he says it because no matter what the movies portray, it is hard to talk and run.

"I'd kiss you back, of course." You shift your eyes between him and the ground in front of you, making sure you don't trip whilst distracted by Jason's words.

Jason lets out a heavy breath, "Awesome."

He stops running, catching your hand before you can get too far and pulling you back to him. You stumble as he does so, your sudden change in pace making you lose your footing. But Jason is there to grab you, and you conveniently fall right into his arms.

"Hey." You're breathless, and Jason gives you a second or two to pull air into your lungs before he's kissing you for what seems to be the hundredth time that night, but it never gets old. Jason doesn't think he could ever tire of your lips on his, and he thinks his dying wish if he got one, would be to touch you one last time. But he's not dying yet, so he's taking his time, one hand moving from your arm to the side of your face. You lean into him, and he soaks up the moment, knowing that at some point he'll have to pull away, but just not right now.

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sailorsolar12 · 2 years

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Titans Headcanons - Affection

So here is a Titan's headcanon I decided to whip up pretty quickly. Hope you guys like it!

Characters: Jason Todd and Dick Grayson

Warnings: Mentions of death and sex...stuff like that.

A/N: a NSFW one is in the works so....please be patient.

Jason Todd

-This boy would be so touch starved after he came back from the dead…like no seriously he would be so needy and demanding for cuddles and touches from his S/O.

-Before he died, he had only been okay with their S/O showing affection in private, but that all changed once he was brought back.

-He had never been one to show PDA in public due to the kind of life he had lived and then the kind of life Bruce pushed him into.

-Before he died, and when he did show affection, he was always the big spoon. He loved holding his S/O and feeling all the parts of them pressed against him.

-However we all know he would happily be the little spoon when his S/O was particularly needy.

-After he was brought back to life, the first thing he did with his S/O was bury his face into their chest and hold onto them as he let his emotions overwhelm him. He would cry and cry for hours as he held onto his S/O while silently praying that it wasn't a dream.

-His S/O would be so patient with him even though they would get woken up every single night from the nightmares that Jason had. They would hold him, rock him back and forth, and whisper soft words of encouragement to the secret cinnamon roll.

-Jason would repay everything his S/O has done by trying to buy them expensive things and shower them in gifts. Meanwhile, their S/O would end up reselling the gifts and making sure they were able to survive in Gotham especially with the direction it was going.

-In the end, this boi is secretly a soft cinnamon who needs reassurance and love almost 24/7.

-ESPECIALLY once he takes up the mantle of Red Hood. He had to put on such a strong front as Red Hood that he could only show any "weakness" as he called it when he came home to his S/O.

Dick Grayson

-Dick Grayson is one suave mother fucker. He will happily admit that he has moves, but what people don't know is that he...if the moment is perfectly set up...will be the one who receives affection.

-He loves giving his S/O affection whether it be hugs, kisses, light touches, words of affirmation, etc. What the team doesn't know is that he loves it just as much when his S/O returns the favor. He thrives in it.

-The only people on the team who know that he is like this are Jason, Dawn, and Donna. However, everyone on the team knew he loved receiving affection.

-Dick knew full well his S/O wasn't big into expensive gifts, but the occasional gift and lots of love persuaded his S/O to accept the gift.

-His S/O though loved to bake and cook and more often than not, when Dick came home from patrol - or a long day at work while he had been a detective - he would easily devour the food and sweets before him. After eating, he would shower his S/O in more affection than normal which typically ended with both of them very very satisfied at the end of the night.

-His favorite food that his S/O makes is the giant cinnamon rolls covered in icing and candied nuts truth be told.

-Whenever he comes home covered in bruises, his S/O is always there to patch him up, scold him for getting hurt, and then hold him throughout the night to chase away any bad dreams or nightmares.

-Some nights though, this man is frustrated as hell and needs a way to let out that pent up frustration, but in the end always is super soft with his S/O afterwards.

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riddlexmattheo · 2 years

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Imagine when you and Jason get into an argument

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procrastinatorimagines · 2 years

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"You sure me being here is a good idea?" You asked, eyes drifting up in awe at the building Dick pulled up to. You couldn't help yourself, in theory you knew Wayne Manor was impressive, but seeing it in person... wow.

"Nope," Dick replied honestly, his look more one of dread than awe as he forced himself from the car. You followed suit.

You were about to say something else when you heard the sound of something smashing from inside, following by some unintelligible yelling.

"I guess Jason's here," Dick sighed as you smiled, looping your arm through his.

"We can do this," you tried to reassure him, but his feet remained planted as you laughed.

"Okay, we can do this with a substantial amount of top shelf booze," you added, earning a laugh from your boyfriend too.

"Now that, that I can manage," he replied, heading towards the door as you heard a second, louder smash.

"And so it begins," Dick told you, opening the front door, bracing himself for another chaotic family dinner, but glad you were by his side this time.

#dick grayson #titans #dick grayson x reader #batman #dick grayson imagine #titans imagine #dick grayson imagines #titans imagines #imagine #imagines

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redhairedwolfwitch · 1 year

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DC's Titans Masterlist

Black Arrow

Donna Troy

In A Flash of the Electricity Shocking Confessions

#titans x reader #titans imagine #donna troy x reader #donna troy imagine #titans imagines

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evermoresversion · 10 months

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Hiiii i absolutely love your writing. The ‘baby’ jason todd fic is incredible!! Pls could i request a childhood friends to lovers with jason and reader where they have mutual feelings but are too afraid to confess because they’re afraid of ruining their friendship. Maybe they grew up together since diapers and are attached at the hip and everyone on the team knows they’re a pair that come together. Thank you so much xx

ㅤㅤ♡⃕ ﹙something else, jason todd.﹚

A/N Hi sweetheart, thank you so much for your request. <3

PAIRING Titans!Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

TW/TAGS Best friends to lovers, pure fluff.

SUMMARY You and Jason have known each other since you were little and have always been very close, attached at the hip, you feel more than a friendship for him, he feels the same but neither of you dares to say it out loud, let alone tell another, and that's where Gar and Rachel decide to step in.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN | JASON'S MASTERLIST | MASTERLIST

It was well known by everyone on the team that you and Jason were a combo. You were together all the time, after growing up together and living your whole lives together it was quite difficult to be away from each other.

That and that you were both in love with each other. And everyone could see it. Everyone except you and him.

You trained together, had breakfast, lunch and dinner together.

For the others, it was even maddening that you couldn't see that Jason was literally drooling over you and you looked at him with heartfelt eyes all the time.

Right now it was one of the very few times you weren't glued to each other.

"I'm telling you, y/n, he likes you, even more than that!" Rachel hurried to walk quickly behind you and you shook your head, stopping to look at her.

"Maybe I like him, maybe you're right, but I don't want to ruin what he and I have, it would be years and years of friendship thrown away, I couldn't bear it." you denied walking again and the purple haired girl snorted at your stubbornness.

"Well, at the end of the day it's your decision."

"I really doubt that she has feelings for me." Jason pointed at himself, making Gar sigh in denial. "More than just a friendship, at least."

"Jason you are just as blind as she is." The green-haired replied looking at him, he only turned around to get out of that situation.

"Whatever."

"We have to do something, Gar, I'm sick of both of them looking at each other with loving eyes and neither realizing what they're feeling." Rachel and Gar were in the dining room, making coffee while discussing their friends' love lives.

"I know, but it's not going to be easy." He warned looking at her.

"I know."

"You know we're about to intervene in their love lives and if it goes wrong we'll probably ruin their friendship of years, right?"

"Yes, I am aware of it." Rachel nodded looking at him with a small amused smile. Unlike Gar, he kept his lips in a thin line.

"Okay, let's do it then." They both nodded looking at the coffee. "But tomorrow because now I'm sleepy."

Rachel giggled looking at him.

"That musical group I told you is very good, you should listen to them too." You advised Rachel as the two of you walked towards the training room. She nodded, her gaze lost on the floor, which you thought was weird but you let it go.

When you finally got to the training room she stopped.

"Oh, I forgot something in my room, I'll be right back." And after that she ran off and you frowned watching her go but once again ignored it.

You walked towards the space where the fighting bags were and heard the door open.

"Wow, that was fast." You commented turning around and you saw that the one who was standing there was Jason, but he didn't see you since he was knocking on the door and yelling for Gar to let him out.

"You idiot, let me out, I don't even know why you're locking me in here!" he yelled once more and Gar's response left you frozen in place.

"It seems to me that you both need to talk about how you feel about each other." He answered from the other end and Jason just frowned.

"Feel about each other?" he muttered confused and you finally spoke.

"Hi, Jay." you could see how his shoulders tensed immediately when he heard your voice.

"Thank us later!" Rachel exclaimed and their footsteps were heard walking away.

"Uh, hey." he turned around and put his hands in the pockets of his pants. "What's up?" You couldn't help but let out a nasal laugh at his silly question.

"Looks like they're not going to let us out until we talk about... our feelings? Is that what he said?" you asked some dumbfounded and he nodded without saying anything.

"It's... it's complicated." He sighed and you nodded looking at him.

"Well, we have time." you answered letting out a subtle laugh and he nodded smiling.

"Since a couple of years ago I began to feel something for you, and not just friendship or affection but something else."

The more he explained, your heart the more it accelerated.

He took a couple of steps closer to you and seeing that you continued to look at him with the same affection, or even more, he took another couple of steps.

"You are an incredible person, and you have always been there for me when I needed it the most." He took your hand and for a moment you swore your heart was going to beat out of your chest from how fast it was beating at his confusion. "And if you let me, I want to be there for you too, and not just as best friends, but as a couple." He murmured the last word, looking at your intertwined hands and then at your eyes.

"Yes, I want." you nodded with an excited smile and he was not far behind either, the smile on his face showed everything he felt at that moment and his green eyes showed even more.

He took your cheek and looked through your eyes to see some doubt, but finding nothing he proceeded to kiss you, the first brush of lips that set off a bunch of fireworks on your chest and stomach.

The kiss was soft and affectionate, just as he could be with you and only with you.

"FINALLY! THE WAR IS OVER!" Gar exclaimed opening the door along with Rachel and you two laughed keeping your foreheads together.

#jason todd #jason todd fanfic #jason todd imagine #jason todd imagines #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x reader #jason todd angst #jason todd smut #jason todd fluff #titans #titans fanfic #titans imagines #titans imagine #evermoresversion

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charlietheepicwriter7 · 5 months

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Hey, does anyone remember that one episode of the OG teen titans where it was that contest of champions or whatever? Becuase...

"Welcome, champions all! I am the Master of Games, and you are hereby invited to compete in the Tournament of the Strongest! Each of you have been specially chosen as the smartest and strongest each species has to offer."

"Hey, isn't that a fourteen-year-old?"

#dc x dp #dpxdc #dcxdp #dp x dc #c: danny fenton #teen titans #i'm just imagining this as the best of the best #batman's there aquaman's there wonder woman's there #along with a ton of villains too #and then there's danny who looks like a wet sock of a human boy #is danny there representing ghosts or halfas #bc if he represents halfas then who is representing ghosts #the strongest of ghosts... pariah dark???#but if he's representing ghosts then vlad must be representing halfas #“The Champion of Ghosts Pariah Dark... was not invited because screw that guy!”

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mwagneto · 10 months

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i'm sorry but i cannot stop thinking about it for reallll imagine you're richer than god and never had to face consequences for anything and you have so much money you don't even know what to do with it so you toss a quarter million at the stupidest tourism option on earth. and you see that the paper you have to sign tells you you could die and you look at the flimsy metal tube you're going to be plummeting into the ocean in and it doesn't even phase you because bad things don't happen to people like you. imagine some hours into the journey you realise something is wrong. maybe not you but somehow the knowledge that there was a fuckup becomes known to the 5 of you trapped in there. and you know you can't get out from the inside and you know you have no food and no bathroom and not even the room to ever stand up again. when does the realisation that your wealth cannot protect you from your inevitable mortality set in. how does someone like that reconcile with both death and the fact that it's 100% their own doing? can someone like this even come to terms with that or will they be fighting to find someone to blame until the last second? when does it reach you that all 5 of you are going to die one by one and there's nothing you can do? does the fact that 5 of you have enough air until thursday but one of you could have enough air until at least next week ever cross anyone's mind.

#it's so so so good i'm sorry it's literally such an insanely cool concept im literally frothing at the mouth here #i need to know what's going on in there so bad. but i don't want them to survive so #imagine if they did survive 😐 most insufferable ted talks on earth #oceangate #titanic #the titanic

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chrollohearttags · 5 months

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the baby trapper | armin artlert

armin wants to make sure you don’t ever leave him. Even if he has to resort to desperate measures

content + themes: porn w/ a little plot, toxic armin making his triumphant return, baby trapping (new to writing this so forgive me if it doesn’t sound right), slight yandere vibes (?) missionary, rough sex, daddy kink, breeding (dk what it is with this man and breeding 😫), unprotected sex, he’s so terrible but he’s so sexy

wc: 1.7K

📝: trying to get my steam back a little and I also couldn’t stop thinking about @levisbaldheadedwh0re and his five baby mamas 😭😭 I’d like to think this is how his ass got them.

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you’d told yourself no..you’d said it time and again that you were done. That this would be the very last time you’d see him..that he didn’t deserve you. All of which were false except the latter. Because somewhere in the back of your consciousness, you knew…you knew it’d always be this way. A tumultuous, repetitive cycle of breaking up and making up even harder. Telling him you hated his guts only got him to be in yours hours later; saying how sorry he was and you’d always forgive him without pause. But this time, he couldn’t be certain…the risk of you actually following through on your promise was far too great. You made it abundantly clear that if he didn’t get his shit together, you were breaking up with him. And to take things a step further, you were moving out of this city and leaving his ass behind entirely. The prospect of you moving onto bigger and better things..new job that paid amicably, an apartment on a nicer side of town than where you currently were and of course, a better man. You had every intention of doing so too. That was until…

“Keep fucking me!…just like that. Right there..”

“Right there, baby? That’s your spot, ain’t it?..squeezing me so fucking tight—“

until you made the rather ignorant choice to make one last visit to the toxic, selfish man known as Armin Artlert. Giving your final plea of sorts; hoping that he’d beg your forgiveness and vow to be a better boyfriend. Because although he wasn’t the best fit for you in the slightest, there was still some semblance of love there. A part of you cared so deeply and didn’t want to let him go. But the truth was, that was pure, unadulterated lust! The connection you felt for him was nothing more than an attachment to his sex..the way he fucked you was incomprobable. Hadn’t met a man who could make you feel the way he did physically. Despite causing you pain in every other area..regardless, you looked past it once he got you out of your clothes and on his mattress, practically breaking the bed frame trying to put you through it.

“Arminnn!….oh my gosh..”

coiling both your wrists and ankles into his grasp, he’d keep you in place, pounding into that core with consistent strokes. Each one going deeper and deeper..drumming out loud whimpers and arousal all the same. A sheath of your juices were leaking onto the sheets, along with staining his cock. He didn’t care..he desired more. Almost as if he were addicted to it. You were already overstimulated; afraid that you couldn’t take another orgasm. All of this came only after he had eaten your pussy to the point of tears. Yet, here he was..determined to get more than his fill. Those blonde locks plastered to his forehead due to the pouring sweat trickling down his body. He always got this way when he was inside of you. The only time he’d give you his all; completely devoted to ensuring that you received the ultimate pleasures. Trembling and shaking, (y/n) gazed into those icy colored eyes, each of which were teeming with lust for you as he finally faltered his speed a little. Those arms..each toned and laced with detailed tattoos stood at your side like that of pillars. “Yes, baby? Something on your mind?”

at the moment, it was completely blank. Your brain dumbed and fucked out by his unrelenting resolve. Not to prove he would treat you right but to ensure that you didn’t go elsewhere. That even if you decided to get in that car tomorrow, drive miles away and never look back, he’d be forever imprinted in your memory..

“I-I can’t..no more, baby. Please…oh my gosh.”

however, that wasn’t the only way that Armin was planning to leave his mark on you. Because little did you know, he had devised a plan to ensure that the two of you would be bound for a lifetime. Whether you wanted to do so or not..

“No more? Oh, sweetheart..I know you can give me so much more than that..” his voice mirroring that of a very nefarious villain. Even patting your cheek and sliding a thumb between your lips for a small semblance of comfort. You looked so cute and utterly pathetic. So much so the sight made him twitch whilst buried to your hilt. That swollen cock head pressing directly against the entrance of your womb. He hadn’t been entirely honest when he invited you over for what he called “one last talk.”..hell, he had no intentions at all of sitting down and discussing the state of your relationship, what he could do to resolve it or how to be a better man. His one and true objective was to get you pregnant! He wanted you to be with his child, so that no matter where you strayed, you’d be reminded of him. He’d constantly tell you how he wanted you to have his baby and that you’d look so pretty carrying it. But you couldn’t in good faith raise a child with someone as irresponsible as Armin! His employment was constantly fleeting, he lacked all the skills required to care for another human being and you didn’t want that risk. But you truly had no choice..no choice but to lie there and take every inch of him as your beautiful brown eyes rolled to the back of your skull. As that appendage left an imprint in the pit of your belly, kissing the inner corner of that cervix. Your legs flailing midair and your toes curling to the max. He wanted to keep you like this forever..admire and treasure his most precious possession..

“I mean..I bet if I do this..” suddenly, you’d feel that swelling tension in your loins deepening when he rubbed your clit with his free thumb. “No wait!—“ “..you’ll come so hard, I won’t even be able to stay inside of you.” His voice is so condescending but soothing in a way. He gave you sweet nothings with the most sour of intentions. Knowing that he wasn’t going to allow you to leave here tonight without every last drop of his seed in your womb. Until he saw the lines on that test indicating a positive result. He needed it..he needed you so fucking badly!

“So that’s why I want you to take it…take all this fucking dick, sweetheart. You’re such a good girl..the only one who can get all of my nut. So do it..take it just like you did the other ones.”

it was then that those vigorous thrusts would resume. Even harder than before and he didn’t care that he had now freed your hands and you were utilizing them as a means to slow him down. He’d merely put them right back where they started. “If you can’t keep your hands to yourself, beautiful. I guess I’ll just have to hold them again.” Meanwhile, he’d release another maniacal laugh and shove his tongue between your lips; swirling it around your own until you were whimpering into his mouth. He had maximized his speed and was rutting those hips until you felt him to the hilt. That tight cunt made even more constricted by his previous loads that had been sloshing around. Throbbing and leaking as he thrashed you around. His thick girth and long length fill every sector of you. He had full dominion over this body and wasn’t letting go!

“Are you gonna do as I asked, baby? You’ll do whatever I want, right?..”

“Y-yes, daddy! Fuck meeee..”

“And you’re not going any fucking where, isn’t that right?..”

“No…oh my gosh, just don’t stop.”

your answer seemed to satisfy his ego well enough and that was all he needed to persist. Smirking down and rewarding you with another kiss, Armin gently stroked the side of your face before leaning back up.

“That’s right, baby. Get used to calling me daddy..because I want to get you pregnant. Fill that pretty pussy up..you ready?” You’d vehemently nod with tears in your eyes. Begging for him to do so..to make you his forever. With only a couple more strokes, he’d take an inch or so out and for his final thrusts, slow down.. “..c’mon, beg me. Lemme hear you say that shit. Tell me you want my babies..tell me you want me to get you pregnant.” Leaving you no option than to do so and truth be told…

“Come in me, daddy! Please..give it to me..”

“There we go…now hold still..”

you wouldn’t want it any other way! Finally, he’d come to a halt and you’d feel that earlier throbbing increased tenfold. All that mounting tension of being between those tight walls had finally caught up and he couldn't hold or pull out. “Ah—haaa..shit, coming!”

pulling you into his chest, Armin would empty every last remnant of his cum into your womb, filling your stomach with every ounce, joining the other two that had followed before. You were stuffed to the brim; overflowing with the warm, white substance by the time he finished. Those strings of silky fluid didn’t come without a chorus of empty ‘I love you’s’ and tearful cries. He made you linger on every word. Hold on to hope that he meant what he spoke. But even if there wasn’t a hint of truth in his statement..

“Thank you, sweetheart…for letting me fill you up..look at that. Gonna look so pretty with my baby..I love you.”

it was too late. You were already trapped inside of his web!

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hanluex · 5 months

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♡ MISSED YOU AND YOUR PRETTY LIPS — JASON TODD

bf!jason x gn!reader | wc : 0.4k words | content : possible grammar and spelling mistakes, lowercase intended, suggestive, kinda making out (?), fluff, established relationship

“jason, what the fuck?!”

you whisper-yelled, resting your hand over your chest as you saw your boyfriend’s face outside your window.

“open this!” he mouthed, gesturing you to open your window. “hurry up!”

all sorts of alarms rang in your head, wondering why the fuck your boyfriend was not at your front door like a normal person but at your window — that too, at two in the morning.

“hey, what’s wrong?” you asked as you pushed open the frame, brows etched with worry. “is everything–”

before you could continue, jason smashed his lips against yours, taking you by surprise. he took full control of the kiss, blissfully sighing as he felt you kiss him back.

it hadn’t even been that long since he saw you, but oh, how he missed the taste of your lips.

"jay," you mumbled between the kisses, still confused. "what's going–"

you paused as you felt his hands on your waist, pulling you closer as you gave into the kiss completely.

jason merely smiled against your lips, the simple sensation of your lips against his sending him into overdrive. he turned his head, deepening the kiss as his hands moved to hold your hips tightly.

you simply complied, the intensity and passion behind his kisses making your stomach flip a thousand somersaults.

jason pulled away, a dazed smile on his face as he looked at you. "hey," he muttered, his raspy voice making your chest hurt with how good he looked.

"hey? it's two in the morning, love." you chuckled, shaking your head. "what's the occasion to be greeted like this?"

jason only smiled in response, his sparkly brown eyes filled with adoration, depriving you of every breath you tried to take.

he tried to reply to you. he really did.

but one look at the confused pout on your face, and he was leaning back in, pressing his lips against yours.

one time. two times. five times. ten times.

you couldn’t help but giggle at his antics, forcefully pulling yourself away from your boyfriend as you looked at him.

“jason todd,” you sternly said. “as much as i love your kisses, what’s going on?” you asked, brows furrowed in confusion.

with one last kiss on your lips, jason pulled away, a love-struck look on his face as he smiled at you, his eyes conveying more than he could ever say.

“it’s nothing, honestly. i just missed you and your pretty lips.”

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mayfieldss · 1 year

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If given the chance - Jason Todd

Pairing; Jason Todd x fem!reader

Warnings; Language, mentions of toxic relationships, sexual innuendos, brief description of panic attacks.

Summary; Jason Todd is in love with you, but you're with someone else—someone bad. He's distraught and angry that you can't see just how much better he could treat you.

Jason Todd was your best friend. The one you turned to with every concern and worry, the boy you smiled at when something was funny in a serious situation. He was everything to you, and you mattered just as much to him, but in a different way.

Jason Todd was your best friend, and you were his, but sometimes he thought about things that crossed the line of what friends should be. He thought about waking up with you in a way that was romantic and passionate, and he imagined himself looking after you in ways friends shouldn't.

He hid it well, masking everything behind a smile and a few side hugs, secretly wishing he could bring himself closer to you with every one. He wasn't pushy or weird about it, and he let you talk to him about guys you liked, the ones you dated in the past, and the ones you wanted to date in the future. Jason wasn't on that list, but he hid his disappointment well.

He got away with small things, like casual flirtatious jokes that close friends sometimes make. He got away with putting an arm around you whilst walking down the street or when sitting on the couch watching a movie. But he wanted to do so much more. Jason had lost count of all the times he'd almost gone to kiss you and backed out of it, and the number was higher when it came to how many times he'd almost told you how he felt. Jason wasn't good with words, and he wasn't good with dealing with overwhelming emotions such as the things he felt for you. So, no matter how many times Jason had almost let something slip, he saved it just in time by covering up his half-confessions with a joke or two. It was hard for him to deal with, but he'd been through worse, he could cope.

Jason stood now, making eggs in the kitchen with you sat behind him, muttering away to yourself. It felt oddly domestic being here with you, making breakfast as if he were yours and you were his.

"What's going on over there?" Jason calls back to you, sitting at the table with your phone in your hand. He nudges the eggs around in the pan, as you grumble again.

"It's Conrad, he's just being—"

"A fucking asshole?" Jason offers, pushing the food onto two plates. Conrad was your boyfriend, a handsome but obnoxious boy that Jason wasn't fond of, and not just because of jealousy. Conrad was a horrible guy to put it plainly, and Jason hated him with a passion. Sometimes, like now, he let his true feelings seep through the cracks.

"He's not an asshole Jason." You send him a frown as he sits down across from you at the table, placing your plate before you. You thank him, grateful for the food, and touch Jason's hand briefly as you reach for the salt. As much as Jason hates himself for it, he asks about Conrad to deflect from just how fast his heart is beating.

"What's he doing now?"

You shrug, stabbing your fork into the yolk of your egg. "I guess he is kind of being an asshole."

Jason huffs, stuffing his face with food to stop himself from saying something he'll regret. He wants to reach over and smooth out the frown lines between your eyes, he wants to remove the stress that your bitch of a boyfriend creates. So, he takes your phone from your hands without thinking, snatching it away fast before you can stop him. He knows it's wrong, but he can't help but do it.

"Jason, stop." You reach over to take it from him, but he's already staring at the screen, reading over the messages you've received. When he looks up again, his entire demeanor has changed.

"You let him talk to you like this?" He's gripping the phone tight, watching the expression on your face shift.

"Jason," you say his name as a warning, but he ignores it, running straight into the line of fire.

"How long has this been going on?"

"It's not that bad." You reach for the phone and Jason pulls back, dropping his fork onto his plate, the metal of it making a harsh clang. He turns the phone so that the screen is facing you, noting the way your shoulders drop.

"It's fucking bad Y/N, that is so fucking bad."

"Jason," You lean across the table and yank your phone from his grip, "stay out of my business. It's fine, I'm fine, Conrad and I are fine." You stand, pushing out your chair, the wooden legs scraping the floor. "Thank you for breakfast, but I've lost my appetite."

Jason stands with you, chest moving with a sharp intake of breath. He's still furious, but he keeps it inside, words leaving his lips with soft and genuine sincerity.

"Y/N, sit back down, you need to eat." It's hard for him to think of anything other than punching your boyfriend in the face, and he can practically feel the crunch of the boy's jaw connecting with his fist in his imagination. But he doesn't let it show, scanning over you with cautious eyes. You pause, thinking it over, before slipping your phone into your pocket—a precaution no doubt, to stop Jason from taking it—before you sit back down.

From then on, breakfast is silent, the both of you sat quietly with only the sounds of cutlery scraping on plates. When you're done, you stand, taking both your and Jason's plates to the sink, rinsing those in silence, too. After a while, Jason approaches with caution, bringing a hand up to your shoulder and willing you to face him. It doesn't work. Instead, you keep your back to him, turning off the water and waiting for his next move. He doesn't know what to say, partly because the words running inside his mind contain violent curses toward your boyfriend, the guy you'd chosen over him.

"Y/N, I'm sorry." He watches your head drop, hands pressed to the edges of the sink. "I just don't want to see you get hurt, and he's—" Jason stops himself there, knowing that bringing Conrad up again won't help, even if he is the source of the problem. "I'm sorry."

He waits a moment, and you turn around, wrapping your arms around his middle as you bring him into a tight hug. He returns the gesture, and with arms folding you into him, he swallows down his feelings.

"Jason, I need your help." you sound distraught as you come to find him, hand gripping the doorframe as you swing yourself into the lounge where Jason is sitting. It's been a week since your argument with Jason and he looks up from his book, taking in the sight of you. You're in a cute red sundress that Jason loves, but you look exhausted, and your eyes scream panic.

"What's up?" He stands heedfully, placing his book down flat on the seat behind him before he moves toward you. He's expecting some kind of explanation, a warning even, but as soon as he's within arm’s reach you grab his wrist, tugging him down the hallway with you until you reach your room.

Jason is stunned by the state of it—clothes strewn all around the place, and shoes scattered about on the floor like landmines. "What the fuck happened?" He's still looking around as he says it, but he glances up when he hears you scrambling around.

"I don't know what to wear and I know you hate this shit, but I could really use some help right now." You pick up a pair of shoes and stare at them for a second or two before throwing them back down.

"Where're you going?" Jason picks up some of the skirts and shirts before him, placing them on your bed in a pile. The room is still a disaster, but at least it's something.

"Out to dinner with Conrad, but I can't find anything to wear." You repeat your dilemma once more, staring yourself down in the mirror in a way Jason hates.

"Why can't you wear that dress? You look hot." he gestures toward the garment currently on your body but you shake your head.

"He doesn't like this one."

That pisses Jason off, and he feels his frustration building again. He would do almost anything to give your boyfriend a piece of his mind, but he plays it cool, asking another question.

"D'you like that one?" He's backed up to the door, and now he stands leaning on the frame of it as you scrutinize yourself.

You nod, running a hand over the bottom of the dress to smooth it out. "Yeah, I do."

"Then wear that dress, you look good."

Tearing your eyes away from the mirror, you look over at him with a worried smile. "You think so?"

Jason can feel the stress pouring from you from across the room and he nods, folding his arms across his chest. "You always look good, Y/N, but you look really fucking hot in red." There's so much truth dripping from his words, such a clear honesty that Jason thinks he's given himself away, and a part of him wishes that you would get the hint. He wants you for himself, but all you do is smile.

"Thanks, Jason."

He nods to you, watching for a moment as you begin to pick up the mess of clothing on your floor. He doesn't want to intrude, so he backs away, leaving you to be with your dress and your thoughts. He's done a good thing he thinks, and he hopes his words have sunk in deep enough for you to believe them, but when you come down the stairs later, you're wearing an entirely different dress—one Jason happens to know you hate. He doesn't say anything though, watching from the lounge as you open the door for Conrad and leave into the night.

When you get back, hours later, Jason is waiting up for you. He's sitting where he was before the same book in his lap, though he's read none of it since you left. He hears the car pull up first, and his muscles tense when the door opens soon after. Jason would have thought you'd spend a little more time in the driveway or on the doorstep if Conrad had the decency to walk you up. But you come straight inside hardly a minute after Jason hears the car pull in, and he listens to it drive away just as fast. If you'd dare to give Jason just one shot, he would be the one to keep you up late with make-out sessions on the doorstep. Passionate ones that would make you want to invite him up to your room.

When Jason spots you walking past the lounge, he stands, following after you. "You changed the dress."

Your figure freezes in the middle of the hall, and a moment passes where you run your hands over the skirt, before you turn to face him. There's a false smile on your lips, and Jason hates that you would think he couldn't tell the difference.

"Yeah, I liked this one better." You look down at yourself as you say it, arms folding across your chest when you return your gaze to his. He doesn't believe you for a second and knows he shouldn't say it, but he does. "You hate that dress."

"No, I don't."

"Yes, you do." Jason takes a step forward, and you don't move back, standing your ground. "You hate that dress, you told me yourself."

"Well, maybe tonight I didn't hate the dress." You raise your chin, but Jason sees right through the charade. He can see the sadness deep inside your eyes, the disgusted feeling consuming you.

"You like it because he likes it, right? Because you're scared that if you don't agree with every fucking thing he says, he'll leave you?" Jason can feel the heat of the moment pulling at his heart, the words spilling from him like blood from a clean, wide cut. "That's not healthy, he's not fucking good for you."

He's so close to you now, his breathing heavy as he waits for your response, your retaliation. It never comes. Instead, you turn on your heel, rushing to your room as fast as you can without running. You can't give him the satisfaction of running from a fight, especially when you know deep down that he might be right.

Jason doesn't follow you. He watches as you go, his heart beating so harshly against his chest that it hurts. He flinches at the slam of your bedroom door and waits for another noise to come. There's nothing but silence, and somehow, that's worse.

Jason tried to let it go. He tried to see the situation through your eyes, tried to see Conrad as someone good and worth your time. He couldn't do it. He was mad, and for the first time in what felt like forever, Jason was mad at you. He was pacing the kitchen, footsteps heavy and loud against the tiled floor, as he pulled at his hair. He couldn't understand any of it, but most of all, how you could be so blind as to not see how much you were worth. Jason was sure he would sell his soul for you, yet you thought so little of yourself that you had settled for a boyfriend who spent his time trying to change who you were. He couldn't cope with it, and somehow, the thought forced his legs to take him toward the door of your room. He couldn't let it go, not now, not ever.

Jason raised his hand, balled in a fist, to knock, bringing it down hard against the wood before opening the door and letting himself in. When he does, you're sat on your bed, and you shoot up from your position, rushing to the door.

"Jason, get out." You place your hands on his chest, trying to push him from the room, but Jason keeps moving forward, closing your bedroom door behind him. The floor is cleaner now, and the clothes are packed away, though some of the drawers still lay open.

"He doesn't love you, Y/N." His words are abrupt, but they ring with a harsh truth that cuts against the air. "Whatever you have with him, that isn't love."

You shove him back with all the force you can muster, and he stumbles from the surprise of it. "Jason, get the fuck out."

"Do you love him?" Jason steps forward again, meeting you in the middle of the room. He's careful to keep distance between you, letting his feelings bathe in the space between where you stand.

All you do is shake your head, "I'm not answering that."

Jason heaves an angry sigh, dropping the weight of it down like an anchor. He's fuming, frustration dripping from his skin like a poison he's been drowned in. "Do you feel loved by him?" That question takes you off guard and Jason knows the answer even when you refuse to give it to him.

"Jason, get out."

"Do you love him, Y/N? Yes, or no?" He runs a hand over his face, incapable of standing down now. He's in the middle of a war he has to win, whether it destroys him or not.

"Why does it matter?" Your voice is just as loud as his, and Jason is so sure he's about to explode, the rush of frustration in his veins almost like a superhuman ability. It takes hold of him, along with everything else he's ever felt for you.

"It matters because you're dating a manipulative, abusive, asshole, and while I'm not exactly boyfriend material myself, I know I can do better than that. You just never gave me the chance."

Once released, the words sit heavy in the air, but Jason feels lighter. It's a weight off his chest to have the truth out there, something he doesn't just have to carry on his own. You, on the other hand, are staring him down as if he's someone you've never met. It's as if his confession has changed him entirely to you. But he's still the same boy, carrying the same affection for you that he always has, the difference is you can see him now. You can see just how much he cares.

"I don't understand." You're shaking as you say it and Jason doesn't know what to do with that, so he keeps talking.

"I'm fucking in love with you. I always have been." He's out of control, and he knows well enough that he needs to reel it in and calm down, but right now he doesn't want to. "Is it so hard to believe that someone as fucked up as I am, could want to change for you? Be with you?"

He lets himself pause, for breath if nothing else, and he watches you closely, noting the way you stare him down, glassy-eyed.

"I don't want you to change." Your voice shakes, and Jason knows you want to say more, but you don't. You don't say anything else, and the silence burns like a hot poker to skin. The indentation of your words marks him, and Jason wants you now more than he ever has. But he's waiting for you, he always has been. He turns to leave, and when you don't try and stop him as he goes, Jason has his answer.

Jason doesn't know why it hurts so much. His chest burns, as do his eyes, and he stares out his window, waiting and hoping that you'll come knocking on his bedroom door. Everything hurts. He told you everything he needed to—everything he'd wanted to, and for a moment, the relief he felt brought him peace. But now your silence has scarred him, because how could you ever love him? How could you ever see him as anything more than a friend? Jason hardly understood why you tolerated him in the first place, so how did he ever fool himself into thinking this would end well?

He waits and he waits, but you don't come to see him. No note is slipped under his door, no voice calls out to him, and no fist knocks on the wood. He waits, but it's hopeless. Everything hurts, and soon enough, Jason finds it hard to breathe. You'd always helped him through these kinds of things, but you're not with him now. You're not there.

It takes a few days before Jason hears from you again. Other than the occasional sound of you coming home late at night or shuffling around in your room, it's been quiet. You've been avoiding him, and Jason can't deny that he's been avoiding you too. He can't stand to face you, though he can't stop imagining scenarios in which he does. In which he throws away his fear, and kisses you, or talks until his lips fall off, telling you everything on his mind. He's drunk on the agony of it all, and he's sick to his stomach at the thought of his relationship with you going up in flames. Yet somehow you come to him first.

The knock on his door is harsh and unexpected, and the sound makes Jason jump out of his skin, but he knows it's you. He'd recognize the way you knocked even in death; he could tell you apart from anyone with his eyes closed. Opening the door seems to take forever though, even when he's sure he rushes to it as soon as you knock. You look beautiful, Jason thinks, though he's never thought anything less of you.

"Hey." It's a lame start, considering Jason hasn't said a word to you since everything went down, but he can't think of anything better, and clearly, neither can you.

"Hey, can I come in?" You sound nervous, but Jason does you the favour of ignoring the way your voice wavers. He steps aside, a silent invitation into his room. You take it and enter.

"He doesn't want me seeing you, you know." You get straight to the point, staring out the window just like Jason had done a thousand times before. The room feels calmer with you in it, as if it missed your presence as much as Jason did. "I told Conrad what you said, he's mad, he wants you to back off."

That makes Jason sick. He wants to punch something, preferably your boyfriend, in the mouth. He wants to make something bleed.

"Do you want me to back off?" His voice is heavy, and his chest burns again. He hopes more than anything that he can make it through this conversation without freaking out.

When you turn to face Jason, tearing your eyes from the window, it takes the breath from his lungs. There's a look in your eyes that's so determined, as if you're on a mission that you have to complete before you die, and Jason doesn't know what to make of it.

"No, fuck him"

The three words that leave your lips cure Jason for all he's worth. He doesn't understand them, but he's got a vague idea, and he hopes he's right about it.

"Fuck him, huh?" He raises an eyebrow, and he can sense your nerves, though there is a hint of a smile threatening your features.

"You're so much better than him, Jason Todd. So much fucking better."

A small laugh escapes you, one of relief, and Jason mimics the sound, daring to take a step forward. "So does this mean it's over with Conrad?"

You scrunch your nose in disgust at the name, though your smile spreads. "It's over."

The words solidify in the air, and Jason hardly has time to register the moment it takes for you to close the space between his lips and yours. It's a shock to his system, but one he enjoys and he grabs onto you instantly, hands on your hips as he soaks up the kiss like it's the air he needs to breathe. You're just as desperate, and your hands on him ignite sparks against his skin.

After what seems like forever, you force yourself to separate from him, breathing heavily, taking in air. "That's something I've always wanted to do."

Jason's persistent grin returns, falling over his features like a cloak. His teasing never ceases, and though he's pulled back from your lips, he keeps you impossibly close. Scanning your eyes, and your smile, he finds it so hard to resist pressing his lips to yours again.

"Is that so?"

You nod, raising your eyebrows, "You weren't the only one harbouring a crush, Jason."

The flirtation of it is too much and Jason gives in with no remorse, kissing you again. He intends to do so until you're sick of it, though something tells him that won't be happening any time soon.

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DP x DC: The Most Dangerous Card Game

Ok so Danny has essentially claimed earth as his. And he is fully aware that there are constant threats to the planet. Now he can’t stop a threat that originates on earth (that’s something he’ll leave to the Justice league) but he can do something about outside threats. Doing some research on ancient spells, rituals, and artifacts, he cast a world wide barrier on the planet to protect it from hostile threats so they cannot enter. This will prevent another Pariah Dark incident. However, barriers like this come at a price. You see, there are two ways to make a barrier. Either make one powered up by your own energy and power (which would be constantly draining) or set up a barrier with rules. The way magic works is that nothing can be absolutely indestructible. It must have a weakness. The most powerful barriers weren’t the ones reinforced with layer after layer of protective charms and buffed up with power. Those could eventually be destroyed either by being overpowered, wearing them down, or by cutting off the original power source. No, the most powerful barriers were the ones with a deliberate weakness. A barrier indestructible except for one spot. A cage that can only be opened from the outside. Or that can only be passed with a key or by solving a riddle. So Danny chooses this type of barrier and does the necessary ritual and pours in enough power to make it. And he adds his condition for anyone to enter.

Now the Justice league? Find out about the barrier when Trigon attempts to attack, they were preparing after he threatened what he would do once he got to earth. How he would destroy them. The Justice league tried to take the fight to him first but were utterly destroyed, so they retreated home to tend to their injuries, and fortify earth for one. Last. Stand. Only when Trigon makes his big entrance…he’s stopped.

The Justice league watch in awe as this thin see-through barrier with beautiful green swirls and speckled white lights like stars apears blocking Trigon and his army’s advance. The barrier looks so thin and fragile yet no matter how hard the warlord hits, none of his attacks can get through and neither can he damage said barrier. That’s when Constantine and Zatanna recognizes what this barrier is. Something only a powerful entity could create. For a moment, the league is filled with hope that Trigon can’t get through yet Constantine also explains that it’s not impenetrable. And clearly Trigon knows this too for he calls out a challenge.

And that’s when, in a flash of light, a tiny glowing teenager appears. He looked absolutly minuscule compared to Trigon and yet practically glowed with power (this isn’t a King Danny AU though).

And that is when the conditions for passing the barrier are revealed. And the Justice realize that the only thing stopping Trigon and his army from decimating earth. The only way he can get through….is by beating this glowing teenager in a card game.

Not just any card game though. The most convoluted game Sam, Danny, and Tucker invented themselves. It’s like the infinite realms version of magic the gathering, combined with Pokémon, and chess. And Danny is the master. So sit down Trigon and let’s play.

(The most intense card game of the Justice league’s life).

After Danny wins, this happens a few more times with outer word beings and possibly even demons attempting to invade earth, yet none have been able to beat the mysterious teenager in a card game. Constantine might even take a crack at it and try to figure out how to play. He’s really bad though. Every time this happens, the Justice league worry that this might be the time the teenager looses. Yet every time, he wins (even if only barely).

Meanwhile, Danny, Sam, and Tucker have gotten addicted to the game and play it almost daily. Some teachers might seem them playing the game are are like ‘awww how cute’ not realizing this game is literally saving the world. Jazz is just happy they aren’t spending as much time on their screens playing Doomed.

#DPxDC #dcxdp #Danny makes a card game to save the world.#Technically he worded the ritual so that they had to ‘beat’ him as those are the most powerful barriers and most reliable.#keys can just get lost or stolen (like the one to Pariah’s Coffin)#A riddle would be useless once someone figured out the answer. Like how no one takes the sphynx seriously anymore.#(Sorry Tuck. But it’s true).#And there is NO WAY Danny is just leaving a hole open for anyone to pass through. No thank you!#So…beating him. But it’s not like Danny wanted to fight so…he edited the ritual a TINY bit. Card games are good. Much less painful too.#Danny Tucker and Sam made the most complicated card game they could imagine.#It’s based on their strategies for fighting ghosts. Capturing them in thermoses. And MUCH based on a on field battle strategy.#It often requires spontaneous thinking on the spot. So Danny? In his ELEMNT. It doubles as practice for his actual ghost battles too.#They had SO much fun making this.#Sam added an entire series of plant cards that act as traps and healing ointments and duds that just take up the field.#Tucker added legitimate hyroglyphics combined with Latin as well as English and ghost speak.#Yes. You actually have to speak that language to play. With proper pronunciation. (Amity Parker’s think the three are talking gibberish.)#I headcanon Sam and Tucker are fluent in Ghost.#Constantine WILL figure this game out SO HELP HIM!#Some of the cards also have combinations related to constellations either in name or placement on the board.#By the way the board is based on a Hexagonal summoning circle with Rhunes along the edges #And the placement of the cards on the board and on what rhune MATTERS.#Also the cards move disintegrate and have certain abilities. Think of Harry Potter Wizard Chess.#But they are normal when Danny plays at school. This is just for ✨effect✨ Against invaders.#Danny faces multiple opponents. He also halts alien invasions.#While Danny COULD stop crime on earth he’s not sure how to fight a normal human and hold back so he sticks to ghosts.#The Justice league are going crazy trying to figure out who this entity is and after deep research are convinced this is some sort of #Ancient being who has protected earth for millenia. They have paintings on ruins and everything.#Danny is not aware they think this.#Raven starts praying to Danny as if he is a god and wrangles the other Teen Titans into doing so as well. Danny is still unaware of this.#Danny is not a King or an ancient. Just a very VERY strong ghost.

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