JASON TODD BEING A BIG CAT IS HILL I WILL DIE ON.

JASON TODD BEING A BIG CAT IS HILL I WILL DIE ON.

imagine jason coming home and just collapsing on top of you after changing then starts to 'make biscuits' on your tummy or thighs(anywhere w some meat cuz he loves it)

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I need you to understand that this genuinely made my heart flutter. This has me smiling and giggling.

OK SO you’ve tried to tell Jason in the past that he doesn’t have to say he loves your thighs for your benefit, but he immediately refutes and says that he just genuinely is obsessed with them. Like he comes home after a long day and you can tell when he open the door and his shoulders are hunched. You open your arms and let him bury his face in your neck. He’s not talking, which is normal after he’s had a rough day.

He tugs on your sweatpants and you nod your head. Jason LOVES skin to skin contact. So he leads you toward the couch and you take the sweatpants off, not for any sexual reason. You lay down and Jason lifts up your shirt so he can lay his head on your stomach. You feel his hands begin to massage your thighs like a cat making biscuits as you glide your fingers over his scalp.

Flufftober day 4(posted on day 9), Market day

Jason/RedHood xAutistic!AFAB!Reader

Not proof read, I have dyslexia and a test in like 8 days and a presentation tomorrow morning(sorry for any mistakes)

Also obviusly not posting in order, only posting the ones I feel turned out well.

Summery: Jason and you enjoy a day at the Gotham Zoo

Jason had been worried when you’d told him that you wanted to go to the autumn market this year, with your autism he was always a bit scared you might have a meltdown. You’d told him that you would be fine, he’d gotten you a set of noise-cancelling headphones that he’d built himself, he’d even put in a com directly to his helmet. So he’d relented, after he made you promise to tell him if anything got too much.

The autumn market at the Gotham zoo was spectacular this year, with roasted almonds, cotton candy, candied apples and much more to eat. A great set of crafters selling handmade jewellery and toys, even some things that looked to be worth a fortune. Jason was currently gripping your hand tight, worried the gloves would cause your grip to slip if he wasn’t, especially with you pulling him every which way. 

“Look! It’s so cute,” Jason looks over to where you’re pointing, it’s a seal that is currently rolling on the water surface. “Cute,” he agrees, turning to you again “Almost as cute as you,” kissing your cold cheek. A blush slowly rises on said cheek, but it's not visible as usual, much to Jason’s dismay. He loved every little thing about you, he truly did, but sometimes he wished your cheeks would give you away. “Pouting like that won’t change the fact that my cheeks don’t turn pink,” you wave your hand in his face before pulling him towards a stall where a small stream of smoke was rising. 

Upon arrival Jason swore he could see your eyes widen. It was an iron smith, working with old-school tools. You were in awe of the old man who was currently bending a rod into a heart shape with two tongs, the iron was still orange when he put it in the fire again to soften it. “Hello,” his voice was cheery despite his age, you couldn’t help but reply in turn. “Hi,” you elbowed Jason and he also grunted out a greeting. The old man looked both of you over before smiling, “I remember when I took my wife to the Market here some fifty years ago, nowhere near as big of course, with Wayne Enterprises donating a hefty sum the last two years and all,” his eyes turned misty, “But it was just as enjoyable.” Jason smiled, “It’s the company more than the place, isn't it?” you felt his gaze on you and looked back at him as the old man laughed heartily. “You are right my boy,” he made a little jump and picked the now orange heart shape out of the coals and started bending the tips ever so slightly, seemingly having forgotten them for the moment. “Made my wife a whole set of jewellery when I proposed, she still wears the bracelet today,” he said, putting the now finished heart in a bucket of water. “Jason made me these headphones, from scratch and everything,” you happily shared, showing the old man the headphones. “Old man, how much for that heart?” Jason asked, receiving a smack in the chest from you for his use of Old man. “It’s quite alright, I’m well aware of my age. This one is 18$, and I’ll be tying a leather thread to it, making it a necklace.” Jason smiled and brought out his credit card, meeting his eyes, you understood that there was no arguing about who was paying. “Thank you,” Jason said as he took the necklace in his hands, “Let me,” he muttered before putting the necklace over your head. “Thank you, Jaybird.” Jason didn’t reply, only pulled you in by the necklace, kissing you deeply. 

That evening as you were standing in front of the mirror, fiddling with the necklace you couldn’t help but think of the old man and wondering if in fifty or so years, Jason and you would be equally as happy.

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Gorgeous (Jason Todd x reader)

A/N: Wrote this, forgot to post:( Decided to make something where Jason gets praised by the reader for a change. This made me so soft (＾ν＾) Anyways, as always, enjoy!

Genre: Fluff, hurt/comfort, angst

Word count: 1,446

Summary: Reader comforts Jason after an insult gets to him.

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Police sirens and gunshots rang from outdoors, drifting in through the window you had long forgotten to close. Heaving out a sigh, you shifted in your seat, opting on resting from the book you were reading. For the past hour you had been sitting with your legs crossed, on the couch.

Jason sat across from you, legs spread apart, all his attention directed on the desk in which he had placed a few of his gadgets on. He had just arrived a few minutes ago, murmuring something about wanting to be alone and clean his guns as they had been long overdo.

You allowed him to do his own thing, worried you might set him off if you didn’t let him deal with his emotions. Although you wanted to help and comfort him, you knew it would be no use. Not with what had occurred earlier in the week.

The cold and distant behavior your boyfriend displayed, all happened because of what a woman called him.

A monster.

Typically, Jason wasn’t one to ever care about what anyone thought of him, but, what she said really got to him, especially because the two children she had with her began spewing similar insults after watching him kill the man who had been previously robbing her.

After you found out, you rushed to his side, offering any form of comfort you could muster, but, in the end, all he told you was that he’d be fine and that he just wanted time to himself.

And so, you left him to it.

But now, you regretted it.

Sitting up, you frowned, perching an elbow on the armrest before sadly leaning your chin down on your palm. Closing your eyes for a brief second, you opened them back up to find your attractive boyfriend directly in your line of sight. From there on, you couldn’t help but watch him and smile unconsciously at the small stray hairs that tumbled over his dark, full brows,

“I can feel you staring at me”, he spoke absent mindedly, voice husky from having not been used in the past hour. Although he was clearly talking to you, he never shot you a glance, keeping his pointed gaze down as he never ceased on his actions of reloading bullets into his guns. You unconsciously blushed at the notion of being caught before releasing a weak chuckle. Even after being detected, you continued eyeing your attractive boyfriend, noting the way his eyebrows furrowed in concentration,

“Can’t I quietly admire my handsome boyfriend?”, Jason snorted at that, shaking his head in denial. Walking over to him, you placed a gentle hand on his tense arm, emotions stable with comfort and caution, “Jay”, you began, smoothing your way over to him, “I know you’re busy right now, but, can you please spare a little break with me? We need to talk. You can’t just brush off what happened like it’s nothing. I want to help you.”

He took a moment, cleaning off the last smudge on his gun before heaving out a sigh in what felt like submission,

“Fine”, he grunted, voice low and wavery than previously noted. Just as he stood up from his seat, you grabbed his hand, Interwinging your fingers in a loving fashion. Raven hair smothered over his eyes as he tilted his head, almost as if to avoid looking up at you. Your heart dropped at the sight. Not only because he was clearly upset, but, he didn’t want you to notice. Even so, you tugged Jason over to your shared bed before crawling over to the center and getting accustomed first,

“C’mere” , you patted the space beside you on the mattress, ready to embrace that big bulky figure you so much adored. He gave another hefty sigh before complying, interest etching onto his face as you turned over on top of him, laying down just enough for your chin to touch his chest and your hands to cup his face. His hands hesitatably hovered over your torso before gently closing in and brushing over the dip of your waist and trailing to your hips. You gave him a beautiful smile, eyes twinkling when they met with his. For a split moment, you stayed that way, content in each other’s embrace,

“You’re handsome”, you whispered, eyes tracing over the little freckles he had here and there. “Trust me, I know”, he mumbled, a void of humor present in his voice. Automatically your smile dimmed to a grim line. You would’ve beamed at that, had it not been for the fact that he really seemed not to believe in your words or even be into the conversation, “No Jason,” you grabbed his chin firmly, directing his eyes onto yours,

“Im serious. You’re so handsome, my love”, you kissed his lips, fingers gently whisping over his lightly tanned, scarred cheeks and freshly shaved jaw, “Your eyes are so beautiful, babe”, you bopped his nose gently, chuckling at the way his icy blue eyes slightly crinkled in distain as he furrowed his brows before looking down in admiration and longing,

“Who you are, is also so beautiful”, as soon as you confirmed those words, he pulled out of your hands, turning his head to face away from your loving embrace,

“You really think so huh?” You narrowed your eyes, lips twisting in a sad frown,

“Hell yea, why would I not?”,

“Because I’m a flawed, (y/n). I’m a fuckin monster.”

His voice cracked as he looked down at you, his watery eyes crimson rimmed with a spark of a broken boy within. Your heart instantly snapped in half, true blue taking over your emotions. Not only was it upsetting to hear him say something like that but, it was infuriating that someone would even cause something like that to cross his mind,

“Jason”, you cooed, voice full of emotion,

“Jason, look at me”, grabbing his chin, you forced him into your line of sight, fingers slightly brushing over the slight stubble of his jaw, “You’re not a monster baby”, he stared at you for a second, a faint glow lighting his eyes as you continued,

“Not to me. Not to anyone you know.”

He sighed deeply, shaking his head in distain as his eyes continued to water,

“No, (Y/n). That woman was right. And the kids, what they said,-“

“What they said, was nothing but bullshit.”, you cutted in with words so firmly, Jason failed to bat an eye at how serious you grew. Letting out a soft breath, you curled into the crook of his neck, hands gradually trailing over his chest,

“They judged you on one simple action, but they don’t understand at all.” you closed your eyes, feeling his fast breaths gradually lessen as he calmed down,

“They were focusing on the fact that you shot someone rather than focusing on the fact that you did it just to save them. And under that exact circumstance, they had no right to say that to you when they don’t know you and they don’t know how capable you are of amazing, wonderful things.” Turning in his embrace, you braced yourself with your arms, leaning up to place a soft kiss on his forehead,

“You’re no monster to me, Jason. You’re a hero. And even if you were one, It would never change the way I feel for you. So don’t you dare think for a second you’re not amazing because you are, okay?”, you reassured gently, placing another kiss on the crook of his neck. He nodded weakly, giving you another shy look when you spoke up,

“You’re flawed. But to me, that makes you perfect.”

Just before he could open his mouth and reply, you moved down to his torso, lips teasing and hovering over the crook of his neck before delving down to nip at the sweet spot. You automatically earned a husky groan from the action, forcing a smile up on your face as you moved lower and lower, continuously pecking the scars and bruises across his muscular chest, “You’re gorgeous” You moved down to his waist, hands trailing over the hard prominent abs on his strong abdomen, “I don’t want you to think for a second that you’re not”, pausing at his lower torso, you leaned down, wrapping your arms around his waist as you nuzzled your head on his tummy, legs intertwining with his own, “always remember that”, Jason sighed softly, absentmindedly nodding his head as a smile gradually etched onto his face, “I’ll try. I’ll try my best.” He looked down at you, beaming when he noticed the sweet look you sent him,

“Thank you, doll”

Best friends to lovers with Jason Todd is so swoon worthy.

Like getting close to this man that hardly trusts anyone? Jason is so friends to lovers coded it's crazy.

This bitch is the type to cook you meals while you sit on the counter, doesn't matter who's apartment your in.

Finding him curled up on your couch because he was distressed after patrol and when he got there you were already asleep. Him staying anyway because your smell comforts him? I'm fucking deceased.

Falling asleep casually draped over each other while watching a movie. Him massaging the leg you have draped over his lap because he needs something to do with his hands.

This man is so awkward when it comes to crushing too. Like sure he can be smooth with the ladies, but being around someone he's in love with? Please. I swear he'd go as far as practically acting like your boyfriend. He'd be bringing you your favorite snacks, taking you on bike rides, helping you clean your apartment, going out to eat with you, all the while trying to act like he doesn't blush when you smile at him, because there's no way you'd like him back, right?

He'd be so confused if you started trying to drop hints too, like oh, your just wearing his jacket because your cold. His favorite hoodie is definitely not at your place. You just like rubbing his shoulders because you know how tight his muscles get and feel bad for him, no other reason. You only keep his favorite tea at your place because it's convenient, right?

I think you could wave a sign at this man that says 'I LOVE YOU, PLEASE KISS ME' and he'd suddenly become illiterate.

There'd be so many awkward, blushing, almost severely intimate moments too. The cuddles and brushes in the kitchen, hanging on too tight when he takes a turn on his bike, him brushing the hair out of your face, him watching as you put on makeup or are focused on something.

One day, while he's cooking and your sitting on the counter talking, you just get fed up with dropping hints and when he turns and is standing next to your spot on the counter, you just grab him. You just grasp his cheek gently and pull him in for a kiss, he's so stunned he doesn't respond right away. You pull away, half panicking, thinking you actually read him wrong and he finally blinks, cupping your cheeks in his hands and pulling you in to kiss you for real because, finally.

Hello, how are you? I hope I don't bother you, can I ask for jason+reader freaking out about a book?

Reading Session

Jason Todd x Reader

wc: 0.6 K summary: Jason finds his favourite book at your place and freaks out warnings: none, fluff, no y/n used a/n: this is such a cute idea, thanks for the request!!! i',#m so sorry about this being so short though, hope you'll still enjoy it anyway😭💕

Jason and you are both huge bookworms. It wasn‘t a surprise anymore when you recommended a book to him but he already read it. The same goes the other way, though. Both of your apartments are filled with random books in almost every corner, multiple stacks that are messily organised. It brings a more domestic feeling for Jason and he actually loves the way it looks like. It‘s strangly comforting, having some of the books from your collection resting in his room, a constant reminder that you are in his life.

Even now as he is laying peacefully in your bed, just reading through some random book to pass time, it feels just right. While you are taking a shower after having been on a long walk with him, Jason gives up on reading the amateur written book and places it away, turning to the big stacks of books by your bedside. He reads through a few titles on the backs of them, his eyes skimming through it quickly until he pauses.

What‘s his favourite book doing here? Did you steal it? No… is he just finding out about this? You‘ve been together for several months, been friends before that a few years, why does he only know now? This is insane.

When you walk out of the bathroom, Jason is already sitting up in your bed and keeps his eyes on the stack of books. Deciding not to adress it for now, you continue with your routine before slipping into bed with him.

»Have you read this book?«

He holds his favourite in his hand, looking at you while you apply a cream onto your face. You glance behind your shoulder, scanning the cover briefly.

»Yeah, some time ago. It‘s really good, you should also read it.«

You answer back with a small nod and go back to taking care of yourself, already assuming he read it before and doesn‘t think it‘s a masterpiece.

But no, he stands up, just to stand behind you and keeps his eyes on the book for now.

»You know, that‘s my favourite.«

He casually drops, expecting nothing much in return. Your action pauses and you ignore every other step you have left in your routine. With a quick turn in your chair, you face him. Jason pays attention to you again but keeps the book in his hands.

»No way.« You stand up now, cream still not fully rubbed in on your cheek. Jason tilts his head, confused because of your reaction.

»It‘s also my favourite! When were you going to tell me about this?« Suddenly, the atmosphere in the room spikes up, your excited energy bringing a small smile to his face. He places the book down at the table, shrugging his shoulders.

»Oh, I don‘t know. When were you going to tell me, huh? I saw this book just now, how long has this been here?«

The taller man crosses his arms as if he is actually scolding you about it, his tone playful.

You both end up talking and rambling to each other about specific parts and plot points made in the book, also talking about the the way it was written. You show him the notes and annotations you put into each page, seeing his eyes light up and perk up as he skims through it.

The evening draws out late into the night, just talking and basically fangirling over some silly words that happen to be your favourites.

Laying together in bed, having his head laying over your stomach as he listens intently to you and also shares some thoughts with you. Hand craddling and playing with his hair, you end up doying off together on each other, the book resting somewhere in the bed too.

←MASTERLIST

Jason Todd isn’t used to seeing the stars. He was a born a city boy, under streetlights overexposing dark corners and blotting out a million distant suns. Clouds reaching down to fog and mixing with pollution give Gotham her distinctive gloomy atmosphere but obscure the heavens above. Jason never saw a truly clear sky under Gotham, though his mother told him stories of them. Being Robin was the closest Jason ever got to the stars, cold night air whipping past his cheeks.

He doesn’t remember the first time he saw the stars clearly, hidden away in some League compound and three months out of the dirt. Jason’s first memory of true stars is two weeks fresh from the Pit and navigating its effects. There’s a green tinge to the edges of the memory and he wasn’t sure at first if the bright sparks in the darkness were really there, or just the impact of the fist hitting the corner of his jaw with too much calculated strength. The stars become commonplace to him eventually, tools to navigate by and explained by scientists many years dead. Background noise in the cacophony of his rage.

Jason remembers — clearly this time — the first moment he thought a person could be a star. The very first time he met you, he felt that same swoop in his stomach from swinging across rooftops and the same surety that you would be a fixed point on the horizon to navigate by. Your eyes had glimmered in the low light and every toss of your hair had set the little jewelled clips in it shimmering. Your laugh had stopped him in his tracks, pulled him into orbit along with the rest of your admirers. A force of nature indeed.

Jason Todd falls in love with his North Star. A light to guide him home, back to the well loved carcass of his body. You glimmer and shift in the corners of his mind, a reminder of the person he wants to be. Gotham and its filth pulls him down into the gutters of humanity but you call him back. Reach down a hand and pull him back up from the dark places he goes in his mind. He promises to decorate you with bright sparkles and shiny things until you giggle and ask if he’d rather love a person or a cold pretty thing. Jason’s got his true north fixed, and god help whoever stands between him and his bright little star.