imaginationjunkie

[imaginationjunkie]

“Emma and I have always loved each other, really.”

— Tom Felton and Emma Watson in HARRY POTTER 20TH ANNIVERSARY: Return To Howarts

[imaginationjunkie]

now now, why can’t he be both?

I'd really love to think that Jason is the type of man who whispers "I love you" when you're falling asleep just so he can watch the drowsy smile on your lips as you roll into his chest. Or the type of man who leaves notes on your pillow that he sprayed with his cologne that simply say, "I love you like the sun loves the moon."

But in reality, I really think Jason's the type of man who just walks into a room, puts his most intimidating face on and yells, "HEY!" waits until you're staring at him in worry and slight panic just for him to go, "I FUCKING LOVE YOU!"

And then he walks away, leaving you to question just what in the hell is wrong with him???

[imaginationjunkie]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭

𝘫𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘥 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

IIWT MASTERLIST 🏒 || kofi

(found it!! reposting!!)

Jason’s attention had been so monopolized by a gruelling essay on Freud and Sophocles that he hadn’t even realized you were leaning over him.

“You put Joker instead of Jocasta twice in the same paragraph.”

“Shit,” he bangs his knee in his haste to get up, like seeing you meant he had to stand at attention. He waves a casual hand at your raised eyebrows, “I’ll fix it later.”

“Are you okay?” Your hands twitch as you ask and he almost thinks you’re going to reach out for him.

“Right. Good. Good. That’s good.”

Whatever you want to say comes to a stoppage as he catches your eye. You look tired. A bit worn and frayed at the seams, but unlike most people he knows, you wield your exhaustion like a weapon. Something about your determination fills him with pride. He can’t decide if it’s misplaced or not. You go a bit starry eyed and he has to resist the urge to poke you.

Whatever you want to say comes to a stoppage as he catches your eye. You look tired. A bit worn and frayed at the seams, but unlike most people he knows, you wield your exhaustion like a weapon. Something about your determination fills him with pride. He can’t decide if it’s misplaced or not. You go a bit starry eyed and he has to resist the urge to poke you.

“You needed me for something?”

“I—” you come back to yourself with a little jolt, like you’ve been electrocuted. “There’s no toner in the copy machine.”

“...right.”

Your responding eyeroll is a shade less venomous than he’s used to. He files it away as a win.

“You were a library assistant last year.”

“That doesn’t mean I can change the toner.”

“I’ll change the toner. I just need your key to the supply closet.”

Jason hesitates. It’s nearing midnight and the Humanities floor of the library is basically vacant, save for the nighttime librarian (Sheila? Shanice? He can never remember) whose napping quietly across her keyboard.

“I don’t know if it still works.”

“We won’t know unless we try.”

It’s the ‘we’ that gets him. The implication of him and you being tied together in one instance makes his lungs tight and his whole body buzz with excitement.

“Fine but if we get caught…”

“You’re a huge scaredy cat for a jock,” you laugh.

He follows you to the supply closet with a mocking snicker. Each fake “haha” makes you giggle more and it becomes impossible to stop by the time you’re both outside the locked door.

“Gimme,” you say, making grabby hands for his keys.

“No way.” He pushes past you, carefully making sure his other keys don’t make a too rambunctious jingle. The key fits in perfectly and the lock slides open with ease. “That’s definitely a safety hazard.”

“Like they care,” you shrug.

You flick a light on and walk in, purpose sitting on your shoulders like a fond friend. He hangs back in the doorway, gives himself permission to look at you while you aren’t looking at him. You putter around the shelves, hands sliding over labels and brown boxes with a frown. It takes you about a minute to find the toner, your success is marked by an endearing “aha”.

He takes a quick glance back to see if there’s any risk of getting caught. “Got it?”

You don’t answer. The sound of shuffling feet and creaking wood snaps his attention up. He looks back to find you with your arms outstretched, feet planted on the lowest shelf, balancing only on your toes. Amusement trumps over concern as he watches you struggle. He lets it go on long enough for you to twist your head around in search of him.

“I think you almost have it,” he teases.

His name drops from your mouth in a sigh. “Jason.”

“Yes?”

“Would you help me?”

“Well…” he hums, tapping a pointer finger to his chin. “If you were to ask nicely.”

“No.”

“Then I guess I’ll just stay here.”

“Please. Please,” you wobble dangerously on your heels. “Oh holy shit, please.”

He’s already waiting behind you when you tumble backwards, arms tucking you into his chest safely. You heart jackhammers away in your body, loud and rapid. So much so that you both miss the soft snick of the door slipping shut.

“Thanks.”

“Yeah. No problem.”

It’s nice holding you. He’s keenly aware of how precious you are with his arms wrapped around you, the shuddering of your body kidnapping the sanity from his head.

“Can you…” you point to the top shelf, head low and voice shaky. “...get the...um…”

“Yeah.” He lets his hold linger a second too long. “Yeah, let me…”

You step away in a long stride, clearing your throat and tugging your shirt down. He doesn’t let his eyes track your form as he leans up and grabs the toner quickly.

“Got it,” he affirms.

“We should…” you point a thumb at the door.

“Right,” he slips past you, holding his breath to avoid more contact with your body in the tiny space.

He turns at the doorknob, heart in his throat and his legs begging him to run before he can do something stupid like kiss you. It doesn’t move. He tries again, switches direction and then strength. It remains immovable.

“Fuck,” he breathes.

“Are we…” you don’t finish the question. The “locked in a supply closet” hangs in the air with the rest of the tension.

“I think so.”

“Well, shit.”

He turns back to you, mouth curved down in a “what are we going to do?” expression. There’s a wrinkle between your eyes that and he can’t tell if its the result of anger or anxiety. He reaches his hand out to ease it away nonetheless, just as you twist two fingers through one of his belt loops. All it once, the blood from his brain drops and every coherent thought he’s ever produced disappears like smoke.

“What...I….now?”

“Just—” you give a little tug to the side and then slide your hand into his pocket. His phone presses against his thigh like a cold reminder. You pull it out of his pocket and hold up to his face. “Hmm.”

“Good idea.” He squeezes his eyes shut as he exchanges the toner for his phone.

You take a step back, giving him as much space as you can in the confined area. He’s glad for it as he thumbs at the screen. He’s sure his cheeks are flushed bright red. He really needs to get out of here.

Luckily, Victor picks up on the second ring.

“What’s up, Cap?”

“Hey, man. Are you still at your engineering study group?”

“Yeah. Still in the library with them.” Vic’s voice always pitches up an octave when he’s concerned. “Why?”

“I…I got myself locked in a supply closet on the fourth floor. It’s the one near the classics’ shelves.”

Victor giggles. Then he proceeds to tell whoever he’s with about Jason’s problem. There’s more laughter and a “Aw man, Cap’s having a rough night.” He thinks that it's probably Garfield. At least he can always count on his best defense-men to be in arms length of each other 24/7.

“Coming to get you in a sec, Jay,” Vic assures. His smile is clear as he adds, “Don’t go anywhere.”

Jason hangs up and sucks in a deep breath. Your deliberately not making eye contact with him and he decides he fine with that. Then, he realizes you probably feel just as guilty and embarrassed as he does.

“It’s okay.” His voice is shaky but he's genuine. “We’re okay. Victor’s coming to get us and then you can go change the toner.”

You nod stiffly. “Thanks, Jay.”

“No problem.” He tries for a smile, a bit strained but it works because you grin back.

“The whole team is going to hear about this won’t they?”

“Oh, for sure.”

“Great.”

“Hey,” he nudges you. “You’re not the guy tasked with dealing with them at six in the morning on the ice.”

“You’re the one who chose that time.”

“Stop listening to Roy, he’s a liar.”

Your shoulders shake as you laugh. In the dim

light, he’s forced to confront a wave of emotions he didn’t even know he could have. Part of him wants to say thank you. The other part hedges on asking you to go on a date, right this second.

“Maybe sometime we could…”

“We could what?”

“I don’t know, um. Go for—”

The door swings open with a bang and click, the sound mercilessly swallowing the rest of his words.

“Well, well, well,” Garfield squeaks. His voice drips with innuendo, “What were you kids doing in here?”

“Shut up, Logan.” You snap, already elbowing past Jason with the toner clutched to your chest. “Thanks Jay.”

Gar wiggles his eyebrows, “Oh, thanks indeed.”

“Shut up, Logan,” he echoes. “See you around, Y/N.”

“Oh.” You halt in your tracks, spinning around to look back at him. Your eyes track over Vic and Gar’s expectant smiles before you latch on to Jason’s bewildered face. “You were going to ask me something?”

“Oh.” It’s his turn to wobble and plead. He knows his teammates have fifty different incriminating ideas running through their minds. He wants the earth to swallow him so he can get far away from them. “Don’t worry about it...another time.”

Victor waits until you disappear to punch him in the arm.

“Ow!”

“You’re taking to long. If you don’t ask Y/N out, I will.”

“Would you?”

Garfield snickers. “You know you’re a real scaredy cat for the captain of a hockey team.”

[imaginationjunkie]

been so long since I wrote Jason stuff :’)

Think about us

Jason Todd x reader 

It’s kinda sad

Also, listen to this song while reading 

He knew he had to let her go.

It didn’t matter that he loved her more than life itself. He didn’t have much to love except her anyways.

It didn’t matter that she loved him more than anything, more than anyone. She didn’t know what he did, wasn’t exposed to the cruel reality of the scum that resides in Gotham. The cruelty he has to bring out of himself to get rid of it.

She didn’t know of the horrors he’s been through, the risks he takes to bring justice to this godforsaken city when the sun goes down.

And she won’t know it, any of it. He would do everything in his power to make sure she doesn’t.

She can’t see how appalling mankind can be. She’s beautiful, insightful, hopeful. Purity like her shouldn’t be tainted with troubled stains like him.

So he let her go.

But who’d tell him that the last thing she wanted was to let go?

¡  ¡  ¡  ¡  ¡  ¡

Loud music, swarm of warm bodies, alcohol buzzing and barely a month away from finals.

Nice. Just how I wanted to spend my Friday night.

I tried losing myself to the beat of the music, to the grinding bodies around me, to the alcohol I consumed to forget.

I’m not a party girl in the least. While my friends were quick to pick up the nightlife and wild adventures of college, I chose otherwise- to be stable. 

Funny how that worked out for me in the end.

A broken heart. That’s the end result of my careful lifestyle.

I tilted my head backwards, eyes shutting close and mood shifting due to the change in song.

When you’re dancing in the club, And the nights are getting hot Do you think about us?

I tried losing myself. To the heat of the night, the beat of the song that my hips moved in sync with. I felt numb, I felt hot. I felt pathetic.

Then I felt a push.

It was violent. The culprit went unnoticed. It was too dark, too many colors, too many people.

What didn’t go unnoticed were the hands that gripped my waist to stop me from falling. I didn’t need to see him. I didn’t need to hear him. I didn’t need to smell him.

I knew it was him.

My breath caught in my throat, heartbeat ran 2 miles a second. I felt the intensity of the pounding in my chest, in my head.

A solid month of trying to forget, trying to overcome the pain that disturbed my soul day after day after day.

And there he was; my heartbreak, my everything. Hard chest against my back as the bodies around us pushed and moved to the engulfing beat of the music.

You put your hand on my waist And then you pull me close Boy, I promise I won’t let go

I moved my body backwards onto his, the mild alcohol in my system taking over the rational part of my brain.

Hot breath on my neck, arms snaking around my waist to hold me tighter, hold me closer.

The familiarity, the love, the passion; it was too much. I loved this man too much to have any sort of ego with him tonight. I loved him too much to step away from his arms at my state of vulnerability.

“What’re you doing here?”

My voice wasn’t as firm as I wanted it to be. My body started moving along to the catchy beat again, back pressed against his front in a way that definitely didn’t deem appropriate for exes.

“Forgetting,” he murmured against my neck. His answer made me crack a small smile.

There was a hesitancy in his hands as they held my waist. I knew that, I understood that.

I also understood that we probably shouldn’t be doing this. I don’t know why in the goddamned hell he broke up with me, but I had no doubts of his love. He wasn’t in any less pain than I was.

Then why did he shatter both your hearts?

I ignored my subconscious.

His hips finally started moving to the song, in sync with mine. I’d forget later. This was no time to forget. I wanted to relish tonight.

I tilted my head backwards, exposing the length of my neck. He had a weakness for it. At 5'6, the middle of my head barely touched the top of his broad shoulder.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” he murmured in a choked voice, lifting his head from the crook of my neck.

“It’s the least you can do,” I replied softly. 

“After stomping on what used to be my heart,” were the words I wanted to add.

I felt his stare. With my eyes closed, I could imagine how dark those bright blue eyes looked in the dim floor of the club. I could imagine the feelings that swirled in the orbs I’d stared at into for years, grew to love, grew to own.

He cleared his throat, the movements of his body coming to a halt. “I had my reasons.”

“And what were they?” I was quick to turn around and reply with an accusing tone.

As per my expectations, he didn’t reply. Just stared at me. It was the first time our eyes met that night.

“What were they Jason?” There was a desperation in my whisper. I just wanted an answer. One damn answer that gave me closure as to just why-

I’ll never be able to love someone like I love him.

He broke me. He ruined me. He turned me into damaged goods.

One touch, need your love Me and my baby, we up in the club Ain’t nobody else, you know it’s all about us Ain’t nobody else, you know it’s all about us

“Don’t cry, please don’t cry,” Jason whispered painfully, his thumb lifted to catch the single tear that escaped from the encasement of my left eye. “I can’t see you cry,” he put his forehead on mine.

“Then tell me why,” I sobbed. Remember when I said I felt pathetic?

Yeah, I felt pathetic.

“I’m not worth it, don’t cry,” he pressed his lips to my cheek in a moment of weakness. 

And then someone ripped my body off the serene bubble it was in.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

I rubbed my tears away, regret pooling my emotions as my best friend glared at me.

“Have I been consoling your butt for a month straight just for you to fall all over him again?” She hissed, rubbing the tears off my cheeks herself.

I knew I shouldn’t have done it. This made me go seven steps backward from the teeny amount of progress I was making in.

“It’s not her fault,” he interrupted.

The fierce girl I had the privilege of calling my best friend turned to him with fire in her eyes; but I knew how much it killed her inside to keep me away from the one man who loved me like no one ever will. I knew it killed her to keep me away from the man she’d once called her friend.

“You broke her heart once, I won’t let you do it again.” There was something soft and understanding in her tone. As if she too felt what he was going through. 

“You should’ve considered the outcomes of breaking up with her before you did it. She needs to move on.”

His eyes were pained, broken. I shifted mine upwards to keep the oncoming tears at bay.

“Let’s go,” the anchor to my nearly sinking boat guided me away from Jason Todd.

I wanna know, do you think about us?

#Jason Todd #jason todd angst #jason todd x reader #jason todd imagine #jason todd fluff

[imaginationjunkie]

HELLO HELLO I'M BACK

IMAGINE THIS WITH JASON, ENEMIES TO LOVERS TROPE

anyways how's your day? I hope you're doing well

ily bye <3

i wrote this when u sent me this ask but i forgot :( anyways i’m doing ok!! hope u like it <3

“You’re the biggest idiot on this side of the hemisphere, I hope you know.”

“And you’re stepping on my bloody shoe.”

“Well you’re not giving me enough space, you stupid oaf.”

“Oaf? What do you think this is?”

The light in the tiny supply cupboard is too dim to allow any real semblance of sight but it provides you with the silhouette of Jason. Jaw clenched, nostrils flared and lashes long. He’d be so pretty if he’d just learn to shut his ginormous trap.

“I think this is your fault.”

“I’m not the one who stuck us in this tiny room.”

“It was a supply closet or death, Jason.” You huff bitterly into his face, “Would you at least shove over? We’re practically inside each other.”

Poor choice of words on your part seems to amuse Jason greatly. “You know what they say,” he hums.

You can smell the peppermint in his breath, the bergamot notes of his cologne, the stifling remnants of gunpowder on his skin.

“Keep your friends close,” he carries on, his hands tightening at the dip in your waist. “And your enemies closer.”

“I’ll bite you.”

“Kinky.” His teeth glint, wolf like candor beheld as he says, “I thoroughly consent.”

Your mouth is already halfway through another spitting rebuttal when gunshots sound nearby, raucous and deadly. The large metal door of the storeroom remains untouched but the sound still carries, heavy with warning. Jason’s hands wind tighter around you, his frame towering above yours as though he’s attempting to shield you. Chest to chest, you can feel the erratic rhythm of his heartbeat.

It reminds you that, under the valor and behind the sharp-edged tongue, he’s just a boy. He’s flesh and bones and good intentions, even when he’s driving you up a wall.

You clutch at him just as tightly. A soft sound is dragged out him as you pull him closer but you pay no mind. Instead you ensure to lean up onto your toes, taking your weight off of his feet. When he’s near enough that your face is properly plastered into his shoulder, you take a steadying breath and whisper, “We’re gonna be okay, right?”

“Of course.”

[imaginationjunkie]

[imaginationjunkie]

Dancing with our hands tied

Jason Todd x Reader

It’s kinda soft

Thought of these songs while writing, so give them a listen while reading!

Note: Jason’s 25 and the reader is 21

I was always a fan of the over the top charity galas Bruce Wayne threw. The elitists in their flashy riches, extravagant decorations and endless varieties of food, and a certain Wayne brother in a suit. It was all very amusing to witness.

I felt like a princess walking down the stairs with Tim every time, who refused to ever get an actual date. So I’d been stuck being his unofficial date for the 5 years that I’d known him. Not that I minded much; he was my best friend after all.

I chose a simple flowy dress tonight, blood red in color, silky like water. The subtle eyes that followed me through the evening didn’t go unnoticed.

But my eyes followed just one sight. A sight that erupted the unwanted greenness of jealousy as I sulked in a corner, celebrating turning 21 recently with a champagne flute in hand.

I felt him before I saw him. Warmth soothed my skin at his presence, despite the fact that I was unfairly mad at him. It wasn’t like he was my boyfriend.

Easier to say than do, and thus all the salt in the world seemed to be in my tone as I spoke first.

“Where’s your date?”

Jason Todd’s eyes might’ve been cool blue, but the feel of them didn’t match the description. The side of my head felt like it would burst into golden flames under the intensity of his stare.

Keep reading

#Jason Todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd fluff #jason todd imagine #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x you #red hood #red hood x reader #red hood x you #Red Hood X y/n

[imaginationjunkie]

reading vincent van goghs letters and he keeps repeating the same thing.. that i may be of use in the world. he repeats it over and over, in questions, in musings, in desperation. how can i be of use in the world? (the most precious question!) how can i be of use in the world? (how can anyone?) reminds me of that mary oliver quote: to pay attention, this is our endless and proper work. if i were any more insightful i could say something profound here, but i think if we keep focused attention on the question, we may find a way to be of some good. like rilke meant. by loving the questions themselves, we may one day stumble upon the answer.

[imaginationjunkie]

hey besties!! if y’all are able to, please donate to to the Palestine Children’s Relief Fund

[imaginationjunkie]

Eid mubarak to everyone celebrating! I had a wonderful eid, and my heart cries for our brothers and sisters suffering in Gaza during this sacred day of celebration for all muslims. I hope with all of me for justice to flood Palestinians, and for all suffering and violence to stop.

#eid #eid mubarak #eid ul fitr #gaza under attack #palestine #peace #justice for palestine

[imaginationjunkie]

Was just staring at the sky when I randomly started thinking about how Harry’s the type of person to escape the paps by gently protecting his partner’s baby bump with his palm and say “Excuse me, careful please. Pregnant wife coming through!” and now I cANNOT STOP SCREAMING

#Harry Styles #harry styles headcannon

[imaginationjunkie]

“You made it.”

#bamon #bonnie bennett #damon salvatore #bamon friendship #the vampire diaries #tvd universe #bennett witch #salvatore brothers #salvatore boarding house #bamon hug #bamon reunion

[imaginationjunkie]

#bamon #damon salvatore #bonnie bennett #salvatores #bennett witches #bonnie and damon #damon and bonnie #bamon reunion #damon salvatore smile #the vampire diaries #tvd icons #tvdfamily #tvd

[imaginationjunkie]

i just- *speechless*

Two for the Show

Summary: Jeff plans for Harry’s new opening act to be more than that. 

Genre: Famous Fake Dating! 

Word Count: 17.1k!

Pinterest Board

A/N: Hey babes!! This is something I’ve been working on since December now and I’m so fucking proud of it and how it turned out!!! It’s the longest thing I’ve ever written and I’m so so so excited to hear what everyone has to say!! Giant thank you’s go out to the incredible soph (@theharriediaries​) and Lu (@meetmymouth​) bc this never would have come to fruition without them and their help!! Please let me know what you think!! More of my writing can be found in my masterlist!! Happy reading y’all :)

***

Keeping appearances in the public eye is a delicate balance.

If Y/N was being honest with herself, everything Full Stop Management had ever suggested to her had worked, and very well. When they suggested her music took a more pop direction, they set her up with a team of fantastic producers and her music sales and popularity skyrocketed. And when they set up an appointment with a celebrity stylist to figure out her signature style, it worked; they turned her into the 1970’s inspired goddess she had always dreamed of being. Even the hours of media training that she had been put through worked, helping her learn how to bob and weave even the most intrusive of interview questions.

But this time, she thought they might be going too far.

Keep reading

#Harry Styles #ohmagerds this is perfect

[imaginationjunkie]

periodt.

now this is an intelligent man

[imaginationjunkie]

Wattpad is so creepy sometimes

I was just out here innocently typing ‘soulmate’ as a tag and instead of mate it kept changing it to ‘souleater’ repeatedly. Tell me that’s not the creepiest shit in the world like what’s happening????

#wattpad #im fine #but like not really #i dont fucking know

[imaginationjunkie]

Another Jason fic, hope you guys like it <3

Dancing with our hands tied

Jason Todd x Reader

It’s kinda soft

Thought of these songs while writing, so give them a listen while reading!

Note: Jason’s 25 and the reader is 21

I was always a fan of the over the top charity galas Bruce Wayne threw. The elitists in their flashy riches, extravagant decorations and endless varieties of food, and a certain Wayne brother in a suit. It was all very amusing to witness.

I felt like a princess walking down the stairs with Tim every time, who refused to ever get an actual date. So I’d been stuck being his unofficial date for the 5 years that I’d known him. Not that I minded much; he was my best friend after all.

I chose a simple flowy dress tonight, blood red in color, silky like water. I knew I looked good, the subtle eyes that followed me through the evening was not out of my knowledge.

But my eyes followed just one sight. A sight that erupted the unwanted greenness of jealousy as I sulked in a corner, celebrating turning 21 recently with a champagne flute in hand.

I felt him before I saw him. Warmth soothed my skin at his presence, despite the fact that I was unfairly mad at him. It wasn’t like he was my boyfriend.

Easier to say than do, and thus all the salt in the world seemed to be in my tone as I spoke first.

“Where’s your date?”

Jason Todd’s eyes might’ve been cool blue, but the feel of them didn’t match the description. The side of my head felt like it would burst into golden flames under the intensity of his stare.

Keep reading

#jason todd x reader