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[workingbynyx]

Hi! I was wondering if you'd be interested in writing headcanons of Jason Todd as the reader's boyfriend? Probably like the general dynamic of the relationship, love language, etc. Whatever you think goes best! :)

of course! i can finally use my hcs of boyfie jason to good use oml i have so much in store for you loves 😚

(this has been sitting in my drafts for so long and now that its almost v-day i think its pretty fitting to post this <3 also pls remember that these are my personal hcs so some may be entirely ooc but this is how i imagine him to be okay 😭)

Very affectionate behind closed doors

Jason wasn't a very clingy person to begin with. in fact the first time you held hands you swore you saw drops of sweat drip down the side of his face, it's hilarious. it took him a while to get around giving physical affection but once he did, hugs and kisses are non-stop. he'll either give you quick or aggressive but gentle kisses or would simply ask you to climb onto him on your shared bed and lay your head on his chest as he sleeps. he'd search for your hand and give it a squeeze when the both of you are in a big crowd (ex; galas, parties) or just rest his hand on the small of your back— as intimidating he might seem, he's just a big baby in your hands.

A pretty decent cook, to say the least

Could be an unpopular opinion but i'd say Jason isn't all too bad in the kitchen, he can pretty much fix up a simple meal if he wants to. The man could either fuck up the microwave or invent a whole new recipe just to fit your cravings, there's no in between. He doesn't want to admit it but he has a secret folder in his phone of all the recipes to your favourite dishes from lunch meals to deserts; so now on every occassion, you can expect waking up to the fresh scent of your favourite food set on the table <3

Midnight joyrides are the best

Do y'all know those tiktok accs that own a motorbike and just drive around with their partners sitting behind them? That's exactly how i imagine what it would be like to be Jason's partner 👊👊 literally like; "bubs put on your helmet" "are we going out? at this time?" "what, you don't want to?" "well, yeah i do..." "good, i'll have the bike out front then" then you guys just drive around on his bigass bike zooming through the city. He'd also have his hands run down your leg that's straddling him from behind at every stoplight possible wkehwjhejwhd

Getting out of bed is almost impossible

The first time you two moved in together was really exciting, waking up finding yourself beside the love of your life sleeping peacefully to eating breakfast and dinner with them too. But as time went by, it became almost your mission everyday to get out of bed without being held back by Jason pulling you back under the sheets. You'd have to be sneaky to move his arm that's wrapped around your waist before his reflexes react soon enough; "mmh, going somewhere?" "jay, i gotta get to work" "10 more minutes love, i promise. I'll just drive you there it's much faster" "you said that 5 minutes ago— i'll be late again!" "are you saying you'd rather leave me alone?" "jace i–" "mhm exactly, so stay a'ight? you could just tell them you caught that flu" "i already did...two days ago..."

Absolutely adores your eyes, hands and waist

I'm a firm believer that Jason is a certified waist-grabber !!! you can expect the rough tips of his gloves glide over from your back all the way to your waist once he comes home from work. He also looooves looking into your eyes and see his reflection in them, the same eyes that showed nothing but pure love and kindness to him. And he also likes your hands; the size difference when you compare them, how they wrapped around his own, and how they cling onto him every chance you get. He thinks it's such a cute mannerism (if you have them too)

He asks for fashion advice, sometimes

Jason'll probably throw on a shirt, jacket, pants and boots then call it day before he met you— but he's even conscious of how colors looked on him now. You were his stylist, often picking out clothes and giving him new looks that you think looks best on him just because he once saw a photo of him and thought the shirt and pants he had didn't match at all. Jason always thought clothes only consists of hoodies, sweatpants, shirts, but now even knows what 'preppy' clothing is after you explained it to him.

His love language is words of affirmation and physical touch

This may vary to some people but i do hc Jason's love language to be words of affirmation and physical touch. Words of affirmation; only because he absolutely loves it when he tells you what he genuinely thinks of you at the moment. "You look great in red", "i'm proud of what you did there", "i love you, y'know that right?", "you look so gorgeous, i'm lucky to have you" and physical touch; because he's totally convinced he can't live without you by his side. Jason would want to be next or near you at any given chance, he'll have you scooted beside him while he reads a book or gently rub his hand against your thigh when he's focused on a movie. Your presence alone gives him the comfort he's always longing for in nights that he's away from home, and you'd glady give it to him.

Very protective over you

It's probably a known fact that Jason is a protective person but when it comes to you he can be over the top in making sure you're okay (especially when you're also a vigilante/hero working with him.) You'll always have to assure him that you're fine and not bleeding to death with a papercut or when you accidentlly stub your toe against the bed. But when you're also a crime-fighter like him, best believe he'll always have you stay and guarded behind him. You had to explain so many times that you could also take care of yourself like he can, though it's understandable why he acts that way most of the time.

Acts all tough, but melts when you're around

Around the times when Jason still had a lil crush on you, he'd never let his guard down and likes to appear cold or tough. But once you were dating he's an absolute shy babe even with the smallest gestures or compliments you give him. He'd only crack a smile at the side comments you make but is mentally falling apart. Or when he can't keep up the act he simply dips his head in the corner of your neck and stay there til he stops blushing like a teen getting his first kiss.

Is a part of the sassy man apocalypse

Sometimes, you question if this man is simply your bestfriend or your boyfriend of how many years. The amount of bickering the two of you end up having is like watching two friends fight over peanut butter vs chocolate. You'd suggest a book you've been reading that he absolutely despises and have a debate right there and then. It's almost like that one Friends scene when Joey and Rachel were giving spoilers back to back at each other LMAO. The man also has an unhealthy habit of popping a hip whenever he stands, your gallery would probably be filled with pictures of him in that stance alone.

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[blessedfatui]

“Let’s get something straight,” Audrey cut off, lifting her hand and crossing her legs. “You were—are a mistake. A bad stain that I have to cover up now. That is all you are and will be. Now, why don’t you run along, but stay inside? It’s already a pain to deal with you and Claudine’s little fits and I'll be damned if I have to deal with these irritating reporters,” she sighed, dismissing Zoe with a wave of her hand.

EMPIRES FALL (AUDREY BOURGEOIS)

✐ AUTHOR’S NOTES: y’all will get a break from marinette salt for now; instead, have some audrey salt because i hate her and she goes redeemed too quickly

WORD COUNT: 2136

TW: child abuse, child neglect, alcohol abuse, domestic violence, infidelity, divorce, verbal abuse, sexual talk, audrey bourgeois bashing, mlb season 4 spoilers

Audrey’s empire was falling.

Word of her affair had reached the drama world; tabloids and news articles already had her name and face plastered on the front page. It was embarrassing, seeing a faceless man—a nobody that stepped forward to expose Audrey for her devious acts. She never expected her fling to come back and expose their little one-time affair; their one-night of passion.

She was stressed; hair falling out as she nursed her red wine, forehead pressed against the cold glass table. Andre was mad, and Claudia—Chloe wasn’t speaking to her. Those ungrateful little ingrates would dare ignore her, the most powerful woman in both Paris and the fashion world? They would pay sooner or later for their insolence; right now, she needed to deal with the news tabloid.

Pushing away the empty glass, Audrey got herself dressed and dolled up to deal with the rumors and the press. She could easily lie and weasel her way out of it; no one would believe a fool after she told her side of the story. After all, Audrey was perfection reincarnated. She had to maintain a flawless image and she would be damned if an old fling ruined her perfect empire.

Sitting in front of the mirror, Audrey caught a glimpse of her daughter looking at her. Chloe’s blue eyes were puffy and red, hands visibly shaking in anger with makeup running down her face as she stood in the doorway. Audrey sighed, turning to face her child, crossing her legs and smoothing out the wrinkles in her satin robe. “What are you doing, Charlotte?”

“My name is Chloe,” the teen snapped, squeezing her fists.

“That’s what I said,” Audrey scoffed.

“No, it’s not. You’ve never called me by my name correctly. Not once have you taken me seriously,” Chloe huffed, rubbing her eyes, not caring that she smudged her ruined eyeliner and eyeshadow.

Audrey massaged her temples, exhaling through her nostrils. “Oh, if you’re going to throw one of your temper tantrums, it can wait later. I have important things to take care of.”

Chloe laughed, letting the tears run freely down her face as she shook her head. Her voice sounded so sad and empty as she stared at her mother with hurt swimming her blue eyes. “Now, you have important business? NOW, you have pressing matters?” Chloe mocked, smacking her lips while her voice trembled. “I guess Daddy and I weren’t that important, right? Sucking another guy off was more important than your family, huh?”

Smack!

Red blossomed across Chloe’s cheek as Audrey stood across from her daughter. Her palm stung from the sharp blow delivered as her chest heaved. “How dare you open your mouth and say such a horrible thing,” Audrey hissed. “I have done nothing but support this family! I’m the only one who seems to have any self-respect around here! Your father is weak-willed and you are not better! Get out of my sight if you have nothing useful to say to me!”

The young girl tenderly touched her cheek, flinching at the pain but remained rooted to the spot. She looked up at her mother with those hateful eyes, blinking back her tears. “You have done nothing but tell me how bored you were,” Chloe stated, letting her hands fall to the side. “I was the chore—the job you didn’t want to do.”

Chloe inhaled, bottom lip trembling as she pressed her palm against her chest. Her face softened as tears spilled down the curve of her burning cheeks. “To me,” she trailed off, wetting her bottom lip. “To me, you meant everything, but I guess I wasn’t good enough for us. I guess having this luxurious life wasn’t good enough for the queen, was it? You hated us so much that you wanted another daughter,” she bitterly laughed before leaving Audrey, slamming the door behind her.

Whatever. Chloe would have to get over herself sooner or later if she wanted Audrey’s attention.

Zipping up her dress, Audrey slapped her signature hat on her head, glancing at herself in the mirror. A good amount of cleavage was out, leaving nothing to the imagination. This way, she could tease the report and distract everyone from the matter at hand. She smiled to herself, adoring herself in the mirror before sashaying out of the room.

The press was eating up her words. All Audrey had to do was flash a smile here, produce a fake tear there, and the act was sold. She couldn’t help but smile behind her handkerchief. These idiots—these absolute morons didn’t even bother to research (not that they would find anything that would condemn her, anyway) and it showed.

The fashion queen cleared her throat, dabbing the corners of her eyes. “Please, disregard these rumors. That is all they are and nothing more. A sad and silly little attempt to ruin my life and to destroy the empire I have carefully built,” she said, her voice calm while she straightened her shoulders. “This, Mr. Lee, is nothing more than a little leech who wants to insert himself into my life to get my money and ruin my family. I love them dearly and would never dream of hurting them.”

That seemed to do the trick.

As the reporters and camera crew left to type out the next newspaper, Audrey rolled her eyes and left without another word. Well, that part was a complete lie as she screamed at an employee who managed to bump into her. Ugh, honestly, who let these flea-bitten rats in here?

The situation would be swept under the rug and no one would bug her about the affair or the supposed love child she has. Even if Audrey did, she hasn’t seen them in years now had they attempted to get in touch with her, therefore the child doesn’t exist. It was as simple as that.

“Someone better have the car pulled up or I’m deducting your pay. Again,” Audrey snapped, slipping on her white glasses and sashaying out of the conference room. Ugh, she needed a strawberry martini and a good, long soak. That and two painkillers to ease her headache.

Time discovers the truth sooner or later, and oh did Audrey pay in spades.

Her daughter, Zoe, stood before her, arms gripping her sides while she chewed on her bottom lip. Audrey had to lower her glasses to get a look at this child. She looked about the same age as Chloe, maybe a bit younger if memory serves her well. Zoe clearly had her father’s soft face and gentle features while she had those Bourgeois blue eyes and signature blonde hair.

So, this was the product of her affair. Interesting.

Audrey turned up her nose, returning to her alcoholic beverage.

“Aren’t you going to say something? Anything at all?” Zoe asked quietly.

Audrey scoffed, turning back to Zoe. “Now, why would I do a silly thing like that?” she sneered, sitting her drink to the side. “I have nothing to say to you, Zariah— Zoe,” she corrected.

Zoe’s mouth gaped open like a fish before she closed it again. “But—but I’m your daughter. I haven’t seen you in years, Mama. Aren’t you happy to see me?” Zoe asked with a slight whimper.

“Let’s get something straight,” Audrey cut off, lifting her hand and crossing her legs. “You were—are a mistake. A bad stain that I have to cover up now. That is all you are and will be. Now, why don’t you run along, but stay inside? It’s already a pain to deal with you and Claudine’s little fits and I'll be damned if I have to deal with these irritating reporters,” she sighed, dismissing Zoe with a wave of her hand.

“But Mama—”

“That’s too many words for a gnat, Zara,” Audrey hissed, narrowing her eyes. “Get. Out.”

Zoe doesn’t hesitate to leave, struggling to swallow back her tears.

If Audrey paid more attention to her daughters. If she had noticed, she would have heard the faint giggling behind the door once she returned to her drink, or even noticed the bulge in Zoe’s pocket that was recording their conversation the entire time.

Her empire was destroyed.

Zoe and Chloe had single-handedly destroyed her entire career. Tabloids and talk shows were buzzing about the leaked audio, critiquing Audrey’s horrible parenting and how selfish she was. They talked and talked about how the Bourgeois must have been suffering and how Chloe—the daughter that was constantly in Audrey’s care (well, in her care whenever Audrey would return to Paris)—exhibited signs of a neglected and abused child and how they were too blind to see it.

Sponsorships were canceled and she lost several partnerships due to the sudden backlash. Everything was crumbling around her; Audrey was losing control, and her kingdom was slipping through her fingers.

The biggest slap to the face was the document sliding across the table. The bold red letters stared her in the face as she looked up at Andre with wide, horrified eyes while her mouth gaped open. “Divorce? You want a fucking divorce?” Audrey spat, snatching up the papers and waving them in Andre’s face.

“Yes, that’s what I want, Audrey,” Andre said, swallowing the lump in his throat. “After Zoe arrived, I was going to forgive you. I was going to forgive you for cheating on me because I know I’m not the husband you wanted. I’m no Gabriel Agreste after all.”

“Clearly,” Audrey snorted.

Andre continued, sitting down at the table. “But then, I realized that I have been a horrible father. I’ve let you walk all over me and in turn, that allowed Chloe to walk all over me because she learned the behavior from you and I did nothing to correct it. I allowed her to be spoiled and I am to blame for not being a good parent.” He paused, taking a slow breath. “I was scared of you, Audrey. I’m your husband and you frighten me when you get into one of your fits so I never said anything. I put up with the abuse and that was so normalized that our daughter—our little girl is exhibiting the same behavior and I don’t want that for her.”

Audrey rolled her eyes, folding her arms across her chest and kicking up her legs. She popped her lips, “Poor Andre. You just want me to feel sorry for you because you can’t stand up for yourself. You cower and hide and run away like the scared fuck you are.”

Standing up from her seat, Audrey snatched a pen from the cap of assorted pens and pencils. With sloppy writing, she signed the documents with a triumphant laugh and just laughed like she won the fucking lottery. “I’ll be free from you! I’ll no longer be married to a fat, pathetic loser who can barely stand up for himself! The only thing you were good for was boosting my career and my fashion line! Not even the sex was that good!” she cackled, holding a hand to her chest.

Andre did nothing but smile, taking the pen and signing his name. “I’ll be taking full custody of Chloe. You may have visitation rights every other weekend. Chloe is not obligated to spend any time with you if she chooses not to. I’ll be in contact with Mr. Lee so we can discuss how the girls can bond more,” he explained.

Audrey didn’t even care. All she heard was freedom, endless sex, and a life without kids. She didn’t even hear Andre wish her farewell or the door shutting behind him.

Once the divorce was finalized, Audrey moved back to New York while Andre arranged a living space for Mr. Lee, and even paid for his plane ticket to France. The girls were much happier without Audrey constantly berating them and abusing them. Andre was a lot happier and could properly parent his daughter and make up for all the lost time.

As for Audrey, her sales never recovered. No one wanted to work with an abuser—sure, few did but people didn’t want to be caught with her or else, their sales would do poorly. It was infuriating for Audrey, unable to find good partners or even good help these days. She wanted to tear out her hair and scream half the time. Nothing was working and nothing numbed the cruel sting of failure.

Most days, she was drunk, nursing a hard liquor in her office while barking out orders. Audrey was a fucking wreck and a complete slob now, plummeting to the bottom of the charts. Gabriel had taken her title as Queen of Fashion—King of Fashion is what he was called and it pissed her off.

Her empire was gone.

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[fuchsiali]

✎~Hello! My name is Fuchsiali, but feel free to call me Nyx, or whatever you want to call me!

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[workingbynyx]

hello baby I love your theme !! i saw you were doing jason todd x readers so i’m gonna shoot my shot OFC NO PRESSURE

so we all know bruce is rich so jason must be as well but WHAT IF reader also came from a rich powerful family of Gotham, I think they would maybe meet through a gala or something and Dick would joke to Jason about how he is drooling at the sight of reader IDK BABES IT’S UP TO YOU, i hope it inspires you <3

City of Stars — Jason Todd x F!Reader

↷ summary — what happens if one of the bat sons meet the striking heiress of another powerful family? ˎˊ˗

↷ pairing — jason todd x f!reader ˎˊ˗

↷ genre — romance, fluff, slight comedy and eventual angst ˎˊ˗

↷ warning/s — a few curse words here and there ˎˊ˗

↷ a/n — hey!! tysm for this prompt oml its the cutest, and ik its a bit of a cliché but reader is an heiress to stark industries here 😭 i figured it would be interesting since, contrary to popular belief, tony and bruce wouldn't get along so it offers the question what would happen if their children got together (tea 👀🍵) this isn't based on anything btw! so there might be some ooc instances. OH AND I'll probably make a part 2 of this soon if i get motivationekehwjd soooo i hope you enjoy reading! ˎˊ˗

— wayne manor, present day

bruce fixed yet another gala for the year, inviting multiple billionare ceos and business owners to the humble party. gotham city strived under the great care of his trusted partners even when crime and corruption still runs in the city. the bat took care of that of course, with the help of his sons and daughters who also attended the event in simple dresses and suits and ties tailored to their liking.

the gala had been going on for a few hours or so which eventually became boring enough for jason to take a few shots and drinks by the bar as he scanned the crowd with people in bejeweled clothes and shimmering jewelry that blinded him as the chandelier shined on them. "is all that really neccessary.." he mumbled to himself, taking a sip of his 3rd drink of the night. "yes it is, would you rather people come into sweats like you would?" dick suddenly chimed in as he walked up towards jason and leaned against the counter of the bar, asking for a drink of his choice.

"It wouldn't hurt to try next year" jason said with a stern look on his face, occassionally shooting up a short smile to people walking by. "if bruce allows it, i doubt he would. the man practically lives in a suit and tie" dick replied, "well, tough shit grayson. you might be forgetting being the rebel is sort of my thing" jason shot back with a smirk. "ah, my bad" grayson said with a chuckle as he sipped on champagne. "so, anyone caught your eye yet?" "If you mean spoiled little kids running around with chocolate smeared on their faces then yeah" jason sighed while dick suppressed a laugh. "c'mon man, there's at least gotta be someone" "dick, i didn't come here to look for 'someone' nor do i ever plan to"

and right when jason uttered those words with no remorse, he immediately swallowed them right back when he caught a glimpse of you in the crowd. the dark yellow dress you wore complimenting the red of his suit, its like a match made in gotham, as one would say. the man had to double take in your way when you slowly walked through the room with your father, tony stark. the man behind stark industries, one of the richest companies based in new york. jason knew they recently opened a branch within the city to make way for new advanced technology and scientific engineering. that was probably the reason why you're here from jason's assumption.

"i'd say otherwise" dick snuck up beside jason and whispered to taunt him, his eyes following the lady that caught his brother's attention. "..what?" the other finally said, snapping out of it. "you should go up to her instead of drooling over here, you look like a total loser dude" dick patted his shoulder which annoyed jason. "cut it out dick, i'm not going up to her" "why not?" "i have other things to tend to" "like?" "...shut up" "jason, this is your only shot. are you gonna waste it on brooding the whole night?" "i'm NOT taking any of your dating advice" "i didn't say you have to date her dipshit, what could a friendly conversation lead to?" "a can of worms, go figure" jason then started walking away from dick as soon as he sets the glass down on the counter.

"jay c'mon," dick caught up to him which released a frustrated groan from jason. "she seems like a nice woman" "you're really living up to your name right now, stop it" jason said through gritted teeth.

in other people's point of view, it looks like two grown men are silently arguing in the corner of the big hall which then caught your attention soon after. you wanted to get to know bruce's children after he warmly welcomed you and your family to gotham before they got down to talking business, it obviously lost your interest so you quietly excused yourself from the conversation to wander the mansion.

you stumbled upon one of his daughters and had a nice conversation, they didn't seem intimidating as they said they'd be— not until you went up to his sons. you mentally prepared yourself as you slowly walked over to the duo, straightening the slight wrinkles on your dress and patting down your necklace.

"uhm, hello there. i hope i'm not interrupting" you called out to them which caught their attention. dick and jason quickly arranged themselves to look presentable, even if they were just arguing seconds ago. "hey" jason said as he cleared his throat, to which you replied with a smile. "its a wonderful party, i see mr. wayne has good taste" you tried to sound polite as possible...was it even worth trying?

"yeah, definitely" dick nodded his head. "i'm richard by the way, richard grayson. but you can call me dick" "oh uhm, pardon?" "it's unusual, i know. but trust me its fine" you couldn't help but slightly giggle at his statement, he was quite the charm. jason, on the other hand, couldn't stand seeing the two of you almost get along. he had to do something if he wanted to win you over.

you then looked over to him in anticipation, "jason" he says. "jason todd" he added. "it's nice meeting you, i've heard..interesting things about you" you said as you reached out your hand for a shake as he returned the gesture. "mhm, that's..great i guess" he nodded. "well uhm, i just wanted to come over and say hi. if our dads are gonna work together i should probably get to know his children too as a courtesy" you said with a smile, talking to bruce's oldest sons was quite nerve wrecking to say the least. they were tall, fit, sharp and certainly attractive, they're also intelligent one might add.

"huh" jason blurted out. "i didn't know bruce and mr. stark had to work together" he said. "oh, mr. wayne didn't mention anything?" "he never does" he replied. "hmm, that's a bit odd.." "trust me, everything's odd when you're around him" you couldn't help but chuckle which took jason back a bit, seeing you find his 'joke' funny enough. it was...adorable.

"i'll take your word for it, jason" hearing you say his name was like hearing angels sing to him. he didn't even realize he was developing a crush on someone he just met at a random gala, that never happened before. it must be something about you that attracted jason a lot.

"oh and, do you know where to get some fresh air? all this business talk has been making me ill for the past hour" you asked, a bit embarrassed to say it in front of them. but they seem to get your pain. "I'll let my brother show you, he knows this place a lot more than i do" "wh— you literally live here" jason whispered loudly. "i'll see you around ms. stark, i look forward to working with you soon" and just like that, dick had left you and jason alone.

your eyes followed dick as he walked back into the crowd until he was no longer seen, your gaze returning back to jason who was just staring at you unconsciously. at some point, you found yourself admiring his features for a moment. his eyes that shined against the light, his ruffled hair that sat prettily on his forehead, and his prominent jawline. 'he's cute...i guess' you thought to yourself, not until he cleared his throat when the silence got too loud.

"sooo, shall i show you around or are you gonna keep staring at me?" he said which made you lift a brow. "staring at yo— weren't you the one staring at me first?" you argued, making jason laugh at your protest. "relax, i was kidding" he added, flicking his head towards the staircase for you to follow him. "y'know, for a sec i thought you were a royal of some sort" jason started as the both of you went up. "how so?" you asked. "i don't know, you look all elegant and..the way you speak" you chuckled at his remark. "should i be flattered or is that a bad thing?" "not at all" jason said, a short smile forming. "well, that's what my mother taught me. she didn't want me to be a 'smartmouth' like my dad. he's probably annoying mr. wayne by now because of it" "bruce has already been around smartmouths enough," he turned towards you, "exhibit a" then gestures to himself.

you couldn't help but chuckle at jason. "is that so?" you asked with an exaggerated tone. "i didn't take you for a smartmouth if i'm being honest, more quite the opposite really" "well you might've if we met under different circumstances" "maybe, maybe not" you looked up to him with a mischievous glint in your eyes, a slight smirk forming on his face.

as the two of you walk through the empty halls of the mansion, you both reach the huge balcony where the doors are wide open. the cold breeze seeping through the curtains which sent shivers down your spine. you tried to fight the chills around your skin, but it was evident to jason you were clearly freezing. he unbuttoned his blazer and wrapped it around your shoulders, giving them a quick squeeze when you thanked him. "ahh, this is nice" you exhaled, relief washing over you when the distinct conversations are finally blocked. you stared into the dimmed city lights of gotham, poorly glistening from where you stood.

"it kinda is" jason added, his hands now both in his pockets as he admired the view...and you.

the longer you stared, the longer a thought began lingering. you cracked your head to the side to look at jason standing behind you, ushering him to come forward. "so uh, how long have you been here?" you started. "since birth, i'm pretty much stuck here" jason answered as he leaned against the railings. "but either way, gotham is my home afterall. i don't think i'll ever have the chance to leave this behind, even if i wanted to" there was a bit of sentiment behind his words, but you understood him. you were also pretty much stuck in one place before your father finally agreed to take you elsewhere, to finally let you handle things your own way when you came of age.

he was always protective over you which partially hindered you from living up to your true potential, but now that he's giving you a part of his legacy you have the chance to prove yourself.

"how was it like? y'know, growing up in a city like this" you followed up. "nothing to sugarcoat i'll tell you that, but uh...that's probably a story for another day" jason says, a quick glance to your direction. "another day?" "yeah another day" he said, studying your reaction. his eyes gleamed with hope, hoping that you'd understand where he's getting at. "are– are you saying—" "yes, ms. stark. i, jason todd, am hoping to see you another day"

your cheeks flushed pink, the heartfelt conversation suddenly turning into whatever this was. it was a pleasant surprise. "i— well, i don't see why i'd say no to that offer" you said with the brightest smile on your face. jason contained a smile however, letting his head fall down between his arms while he sighed in relief. that could've gone the wrong way. he tapped against the stone railing and brought his head back up, his cheeks also dusted pink. "a'ight so, when can i see you then?" he raised a brow.

"i'm in the city for the next few weeks, come visit at the flat two blocks away from the stark industries site. i'm at the third floor, second door to your right" jason took note of that mentally, making sure he got every detail down. "right," he nodded. "uhhh, how do they say this— so it's..a date?"

"it's a date, mr. todd"

#dc comics #jason todd x reader #jason todd #red hood #red hood x reader #jason todd x f!reader #✎ ─ nyx fics ! #dceu

[workingbynyx]

heey, saw that you were open for requests so I would like to ask for a romcom jason todd x reader where the reader is flirty and has a crush on Red Hood, but has no idea that he is Jason Todd (their regular at the cafe they own) so he gets kinda flustered everytime he sees the reader when he is going to get coffee

(hope you can understand this, english is not my first language)

Beautiful Stranger — Jason Todd x GN!Reader

↷ summary — after a faithful encounter with red hood one night ago, you quickly developed a crush on the masked vigilante. but, would you believe if the cute regular at your coffee shop was him? ˎˊ˗

↷ pairing — jason todd x gn!reader ˎˊ˗

↷ genre — romance, comedy, a bunch of fluff ˎˊ˗

↷ warning/s — none! other than a few curse words, use of y/n and possible grammar errors ˎˊ˗

↷ a/n — hi anon! dw i LOVEEEE that request sm, i hope you have fun reading this as much as i had writing it ^^ i might've switched it up a bit in the process so i'm so sorry for that 😭 i also figured i'd use the wayne family adventures version of jason for this one since it kinda fits the whole theme of this fic hihi and he turned into such a simp in this so it might be ooc at some point help, enjoy reading! ˎˊ˗

"what the hell are you doing here walkin' around late at night?" the masked man said in between short breaths after taking down a robber that's been following you since you closed down the café for tonight. you were lucky enough to have 'the' red hood on patrol and save you from a potential robbery. the thought of him guiding, if not stalking, you and jumping on the thug as soon as he's about to make a move somehow made your heart skip at the act of service...if its even counted with them now laying on the ground unconscious.

what you didn't know is this man was jason, the regular you'd have come in around 9 to 10 am to have his morning coffee and sit around the shop until lunch. you always observed the guy to be somewhat mysterious but endearing at the same time, he'd always ask for the same coffee and pastry combo over and over again, not bothering to change his order. he became quite an easy customer to remember at some point, other than the fact that he had white streaked hair which made him attractive and memorable to you. in fact, everytime he came in all you had to do was ask "the usual?" and jason'll nod along then go back to his corner, mouthing a silent 'thank you' when you deliver his treat and maybe even strike up a conversation if he's in the mood.

but right now, jason is simply the infamous masked red vigilante who just kicked some ass for your own sake.

"my apartment is this way, how was i supposed to know robbers lurked around here" you replied in return, tucking in one of your hands inside the pocket of your coat as you froze in front of him. jason began approaching you and stopped when you came face to face, the height difference between the two of you forced you to tilt your head upwards— the all-white lens of his helmet staring down at you. "watch the news, its not safe out here. take the route to your right next time, and bring at least a pepper spray with you" if only his mask didn't have a built in voice changer you would've known seconds ago it's him.

you were stunned for a moment as he listed down things that'd probably go straight out your other ear. "y'know, for someone i just met you're oddly protective over me" you finally spoke, a hint of mischief underlying your tone. that's when you begun wondering who is it under that costume. is he cute? is he what you're imagining him to be like?

jason, on the other hand, blinked a couple times out of confusion if it weren't for his get up covering his entire features. "what?" he said. "nothing, it's just...i didn't think a vigilante would care so much for a civilian like me" you answered, an innocent smile creeping up your lips like an idiot in love. "its my job. obviously i should look out for the people of Gotham, shouldn't i?" he crossed his arms across his chest, covering the red insignia of his bulletproof suit.

"obviously, i guess i didn't have the special treatment like i thought" you practically said with a slight pout forming when you look up to him, going silent for a moment. "do you really tell all the people you save to bring pepper spray or just me? i wanna know if i got the special advisory from you at least" you added as a tease, earning a slight frustrated groan from jason afterwards. "i don't have time for this—" "well I do" you bravely chimed in without missing a beat. "i got all night even"

the sigh jason had let out was almost comical, he took a step backward when it's really just him starting to get flustered by his barista seemingly flirting with his other identity, who would've thought you'd find him attractive? not jason that's for sure. "get home safe, take the route i told you if you wanna keep your wallet stocked" then he noticed the small cut on your cheekbone, it must've been from the pocket knife the thug had.

he briefly pointed at it, "you got something" you lifted your fingers to search for it only to be met with a slight sting when you did, a small amount of blood staining your index finger. you hissed at the feeling, squinting your eye when it lingered for a bit. "calm down, its not that serious" jason said. "some alcohol and bandaid should do the trick" and you took his advice, you certainly wouldn't allow yourself to show up at work with a random cut to your face.

"y'know why don't you help and patch me up at this point? i could use some assistance" and you still had the nerve to decide and toy around with him for a bit...to see how far the both of you are willing to go. to be fair, you just wanted to know who was it under that mask— this could potentially lead to it if you're lucky. "what are you, 8?" jason replied. "no but i'm surely a 10" you winked playfully, the corner of your lip turning into a smirk as you watched his body language intently.

"jesus christ.." jason muttered under his breath, starting to walk away from this situation he's stuck in. "aw c'mon! that was a smooth line admit it! oh okay— well, thank you red..man! i'll see you soon...i think" you yelled from the same position you're in, seeing his tall frame go farther in the distance. jason didn't say nothing in return, but he kept a secret smile under his mask as he disappeared from sight.

its been a couple weeks since your last encounter with red hood, you took most of his suggestions that night and started going the safer route when you had to be on the closing shift. since then, you've been at the lower risk of getting robbed again thanks to him and his unforgettable presence. but it's not only you who hasn't stopped thinking about that night, jason was still trying to relive the moment of his barista basically flirting with him. he figured you would've known it's him within seconds...guess not.

it didn't bother him, it's the thought of your reaction to him being behind the helmet is what. jason wouldn't blame you though, imagine how shocking it would be to find out your regular is a vigilante at night. it's like betrayal but in a different form. he usually doesn't care about revealing his identity to the people he knows, but when it came to you it's different. he's conscious for the first time, he was overthinking things and coming up with plans how to avoid it from happening in many ways possible so he stopped visiting the shop for a while. it's becoming weird, you two weren't even close to begin with— so why was he stressing so much about it?

while jason spent most of his nights in Gotham thinking about you, you started noticing his frequent visits slowly turned little to nothing at all. you found yourself always anticipating the sound of the bell when the doors open to each customer only to be met with disappointment when he didn't come through. and today seems to be the same, you kept glancing over the glass doors hoping you'd see a tall, slightly scary and muscular man enter...until he finally did.

you feel your heart skip a beat seeing him after a while, the same feeling you got a couple nights ago but you didn't mind. you quickly went over the cashier, mentally ready to take his order with a smile. "hey! welcome back, i didn't see you in here for a while" you greeted when he stopped right at the counter. jason wore a red hoodie and a brown leather jacket layering over it, he must've liked wearing that a lot. "oh...uh yeah," he brought a hand up to rub the back of his neck, trying to come up with something. "i got caught up in work. i didn't have the time to stop buy for coffee" that's a lie. "but i'm here now" is he really?

"oh, you must've been really busy then?" you added, listening to his reason. "definitely yeah," lies once again. jason sucked in a breath, looking away to get a glimpse of the menu like he really is getting anything else other than an americano and cookies. "got anything new f'me?" he asked which took you by surprise. "you're not getting the usual anymore?" you said. "eh well, it gets old after a while" he says.

"that's fair, well we got new cake flavors if you wanna try them out. what would you like?" you then tap a few things into the register to input his order to which he asks for a latte and dark chocolate cake. you tell him his total and he pays for it, giving him his change and receipt. jason mouths a thank you and quickly goes to sit on one of the chairs by the window where you can still see him right in the corner of your eye, you catch him glancing at your direction while you made his coffee which is strange since he never did that.

jason on the other hand seems to be more fidgety, he figured he'd tell you the truth today after you get off of work but it's easier said than done as he's starting to think it was a bad idea. his frequent visits gave him the advantage to eventually learn about your schedule and today happens to be an early leave. he mentally hyped himself up, hunched over the chair with his elbows resting on both his thighs while he waited.

a few minutes passed by and you eventually finished making everything, putting the small plate and fork on a plate along with his drink as you brought it over to his table. you slightly crouched down to carefully place the plate in front of him followed by the drink and fork, jason waited til you were done and looked up to you. he notices the cut still there on the side of your cheek, seemingly in the healing process now. he cleared his throat and nudged his head toward you. "you alright? you got a slit right there" he started.

"hm? oh this. it's uh, it's nothing. i almost got mugged a few nights ago and had to hold up a pretty decent fight" you explained, clutching the tray near to your chest. "oh? well, did you win at least?" jason laid back into the chair, still looking up towards you to see if you'll mention about the 'hero' that saved you. "i guess in some way yeah, someone showed up and kicked some ass within seconds" you said, a smile slowly forming at the thought of red hood creeping your mind once again. "it's a shame i didn't get his name though, he seems like a nice guy"

"...who did you think it was?" jason started, a lump in his throat started forming the more the conversation went on. he waited for an answer, desperate to know what you think and what could be the reason why you did all that during that night. "i have no clue, but he had a red helmet and a pretty sick suit! i'm not a fan of vigilante but that dude's doing it for me. i wanted to ask him out but he looks out of it, he might've been tired so i don't blame him" a slight blush creeped into jason's cheek when he felt it heat up at what you said, he found it amusing that you were practically talking about him while having no idea at the same time.

"that's..that's great" he nodded along, clearing his throat once more as he focused on the food in front of him then back to you. "i uh, i also wanted to ask" your ears perked up at this, pursing your lips into a thin smile. "what time are you...getting off?" he finally says even if he already knew the answer. you were taken back by this, your brows raising at the sudden question. "oh uhm, probably in an hour or so. i have an early leave today so it might be even less than that" you started. "why'd you ask?"

"i..." his voice trailed off, he doesn't seem to get the words out without it sounding like he's asking you out— well, technically he is. "nothing, just curious that's all" he gave a stiff smile as he reached for his fork. "oh okay well, i'll be at the counter if you need me" you said with a smile as you walked away before one of your managers yell at you again for making unneccessary small talk.

jason waited until you went back before releasing a disappointed sigh at himself, he sets down the fork and covered his face with both of his hands— feeling embarrassed at how stupid he sounds asking the question and completely fumbling it over. 'you just had to fuck it up, did you?' he thought to himself. he's never gonna get this over with.

a few minutes passed by and you see jason finishing up his snack, the small plate of cake now left with smudges of frosting and small bits of crumbs and the cup of coffee almost emptied out. you were relieved that he liked the new menu item after months of eating the same thing, it might be the start of something new for him you think. although his question from earlier never left your mind, you tried searching for answers and it all came down to him possibly asking you out.

but why would he? he's way out of your league and he probably knows it, why would he lower his standards to a café worker when he could have anyone out there to go on dates with. was he messing with you or is he trying to give signals? it could explain why he always visited your café and not the famous ones in the city but still, you didn't wanna assume. maybe he's just trying to be friends.

you didn't even realize that jason was already standing on the other side of the counter while you were lost in your thoughts doing the dishes, you heard him call out to you which snapped you out of it. you turn to look behind and see him there with a sheepish smile. you quickly closed the faucet and wiped your hands off as you went up to him, "hey! what's up?"

"nothing, i just wanted to say i'm gonna get going. i still have a few things to catch up on back home" "oh that's fine! goodluck with whatever you're up to then" you cheered him on aa he slightly chuckled, the sound of hearing his laughter for the first time did something to you and you didn't know what it was that made it so attractive. "thanks, i'll see you around" jason finally says with a thin smile.

you waved goodbye and went back to what you're doing as you're trying to shake off the lingering feeling that you just felt, "and y/n" you heard him call out to you again. "make good use of the spray, that's a special advisory" jason said proudly, making his way out of the shop before you could even process what he said

"thank you! I'll ma— wait..." then it finally registered. "WHAT?!"

#dc comics #jason todd x reader #red hood #red hood x reader #jason todd #jason todd x gn!reader #jason todd x f!reader #jason todd x m!reader #dceu #✎ ─ nyx fics ! #red hood x gn!reader #red hood x f!reader #red hood x m!reader #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x you #red hood x you #red hood x y/n

[workingbynyx]

Could you write some Loki x reader crack? Could be based off this incorrect quote idk lol

Y/N: Bro-

Loki: No, no, hold up, rewind.

Loki: My tongue was down in your throat just a second ago and now you're calling me bro??

"I Beg Your Biggest Pardon?" — Loki x GN!Reader Oneshot

↷ summary — you've just finished a heated session with the God of Mischief (or stories...👀) himself, and you're calling him what now? ˎˊ˗

↷ pairing — loki x gn!readerˎˊ˗

↷ genre — crack, oneshot (based off of given prompt!) ˎˊ˗

↷ warning/s — none! ˎˊ˗

↷ a/n — omg i love this, i feel like s1!loki or ragnarok loki would most definitely react like this so what i'm gonna be doing is basing him off of those in this fic hihihi and can we just talk about loki in this gif i found ?!@?#* (also i am absolutely so sorry if this fic is shorter than some of my works! T_T) ˎˊ˗

"No bro listen–" loki's head snapped towards you, "I...i beg your pardon?" he interrupted in whatever you were arguing about for the past 10 minutes. he didn't seem to remember what it was about not when you just called him...'bro'. "what? I'm just saying I've been living in the compound for years and tony nor bruce can't build me one of those restaurant robots but willingly build another armored suit? That's unfair y'know!" you protested. "my love, as much as i truly understand your frustrations. i wish to know what did you just call me?" loki's eyes studied yours, it wasn't hard to avoid his deep gaze— the two of you were basically tangled up against each other on your couch.

"called you what?" you asked, tilting your head slightly. "just mere seconds ago, you called me something i didn't quite catch" loki's mischievous nature came into play as he began to lean closer, his eyes slightly squinting the more you seem to play innocent. "...oh" your knitted brows softened at the realization. "darling, my tongue was down your throat moments ago and now you're calling me..bro?" the corners of his lips slowly curled into a smirk. "i was talking fast my love— force of habit!" you exclaimed.

"very well, perhaps i should have you remember who i am to you then?" his eyes drop down to your lips to which you smacked his arm for. "you dirty little man" says you. "i'm a God" he continues. "whatever" you added with a laugh. "fine, but it is well established i'm more than a 'bro' aren't i?" loki suddenly asked, obviously taunting you. "okay okay i admit to my mistake, can we drop it now?" you playfully frowned, earning a chuckle from him. "as you wish, my love"

#marvel #marvel imagine #loki x reader #loki x gn!reader #marvel one shot #marvel imagines #god of mischief #god of stories #loki laufeyson #loki laufesyon x reader #loki laufeyson x gn!reader #loki x f!reader #loki x m!reader #✎ ─ nyx fics !

[workingbynyx]

i’m dying on my period and i just want a fic where jason takes care of me??? i’ve been so starved of affection the last few days and just need soft!jason to take care of me

love ur work <3333

Nights Like This — Jason Todd x F!Reader

↷ summary — it's that time of the month again and jason's doing everything he can to make you feel better even the slightest <3 ˎˊ˗

↷ pairing — jason todd x f!reader ˎˊ˗

↷ genre — fluff, comfort ˎˊ˗

↷ warning/s — mentions of blood but nothing too explicit! ˎˊ˗

↷ a/n — hi! omg i tried to write this as soon as i saw your submission, drink lots of water and eat anything you can (and take pain killers if you need to) but don't fret— jason's now here to take care of you 😚 ˎˊ˗

it was around 9 pm at night, you had just finished eating dinner with jason and the two of you were watching a movie— some book to live-action adaptation he saw while browsing, even though you hadn't read the book itself you enjoyed the plot and characters...even if jason spent the last few minutes complaining about how inacccurate and 'disrespectful' it was to the author to take out things from the book in the movie. you found it adorable that he's able to pin point them out even if it kinda made him sound like a geek, but you love it.

until pain on your lower abdomen grew by every second and you couldn't handle it anymore, you rushed to the bathroom which left jason puzzled on the couch. and as you suspected, your period came in 2 days early. "how convenient" you sighed, grabbing pads and a spare underwear to change in. eventually, you came out and walked slower than usual. "hey babe?" you called out to him, your back hunched forward. "yeah?" jason said. "i think i'll turn in for now, i..i don't really feel good" his head snapped in your direction but you already made your way into the bedroom before he could even stand up and help you.

you enter the room and closed the door behind you, plopping down on the bed then pulled the covers over your aching body. your cramps now hurting much more now that your period started. you curled your knees up to your chest in a fetal position, a common tip for women on their periods when sleeping. you could feel your lower abdomen start to throb in pain that slowly came around your lower back which made it even worse. you laid there for a couple seconds trying to find comfort on the soft bed but the pain wouldn't subside.

that's when a knock on the door caught your attention and knew it's probably jason going to check in on you. "hey, what's wrong?" jason said as soon as he found your body curled under the sheets, seemingly in pain when he saw your brows knit and sweat forming on your forehead. "its that time of the month, again" you tell him with pained laughter, feeling the edge of the bed sink to his weight when he sat down. you could see his expression soften when you tell him, it all made sense to him now why you kept tossing and turning about 10 minutes ago, and how your mood constantly changed just a few days before.

"isn't it not supposed to start until 2 days?" he says, his hand now rubbing against your thigh gently. "well, i guess it wanted to pay an early visit this month— but that's better isn't it? better early than suffering later losing blood in 'that' area" he chuckled softly, now moving towards you even closer as he placed his arm on your other side— caging you between the mattress and himself. jason then tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, "you always gotta make jokes when you're in pain, don't you?" he says while looking down at you. "did i not tell you that humor is my coping mechanism?" you replied in return, trying your best to shift positions in facing him properly.

"i guess you did. but baby, you're very strong for this y'know. i don't think i'd handle bleeding every month and don't even get me started on the pain thing" "cramps?" "yeah or whatever that is" his sassy tone making you laugh, even in days like this jason still manages to make it better just by talking to you. "jay you handled much worse, i'm sure you can take something like this" you said cupping his cheek and smiling. "well, that's a fair point" he shrugged, leaning his head into your touch.

"do me a favor and stay in bed for me 'kay? i'll take care of you, don't move and take some rest. do you need anything? food, drinks, your pain killers?" jason added. "...i just need you here with me right now love, my lower back is killing me and i need cuddles so bad" you practically whined to him, the corners of your lip turning into a frown. it didn't take anything for jason to stand and walk over to the end of the bed, climbing and carefully pulling you towards him as he laid there with you in his arms.

he released a deep breath, getting relaxed in the position— his right arm over your shoulders pulling you against him as you laid your head on his chest, wrapping your arm around his waist. jason's free hand coming up to rub against yours before asking, "comfortable?" to which you replied with a single nod. jason smiled at your answer– kissing the top of your head, admiring and loving how he himself alone gave you enough comfort in such a bad state. it made him feel even more special knowing that someone as amazing as you could rely on him. although jason did hate seeing you in pain, especially during your period. so he does everything he could to help you out.

he cleans the apartment, takes out the laundry or tries to cook you food even if he could fail miserably. but then he'd think about the useful nature of food delivery instead and orders from there when the kitchen starts to fall apart in his hands. he'd give you massages and get your heat pads for you, just tell him anything and he'll be on his merry way— skipping joyfully to get what you need. no matter what it is, jason swears to be there for you anytime.

you could feel and hear his heartbeat calming in your ear, indicating that your boyfriend might be dozing off soon enough. so before that happens, you looked up to him with half-lidded eyes. "i love you..you know that right? thank you so much for this" you said in a soft whisper. jason simply smiled, "anything for you, gorgeous. i love you more" he says. "always"

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