#jason todd sleepover

[greenapplebling]

*through text*

Tim: Hey, can I stay over for the weekend?

Jason: Sure

*later, through a call*

Bruce: Jason?

Jason, deadpan: What did you do

#sometimes dick joins them trying to turn it into a sleepover #dc #batfamily #batfam #batkids #batdad #batfam incorrect quotes #incorrect batfam quotes #batman #bruce wayne #red robin #robin #tim drake #red hood #jason todd #big bro jason #source: my family

[blackbat05]

A Christmas Miracle

Jason Todd x Reader

Plot: After being dealt with a bad hand, you wonder if you could finish the year peacefully. Or would there be a Christmas Miracle?

Genre: PG-13 (Mentions of death), comfort fic

A/N: Decided to participate in @the-slumberparty EOY event and get back into writing here! This piece does act as an outlet for me and this is me praying for a better year. Anyways, hope you enjoyed my piece after a long while!❤️

Nice Prompts in Bold☺️

***

If it was any other day, I probably would have stayed far away from the bar and the music that would make any normal human being deaf with all that blasting.

But not today.

Because today was a shitty day.

No. Scratch that. This was a shitty year. I could even go out on a whim and say that it could give 2020 a run for their money. I was on my second bottle of soju, not giving a damn at the concerned look the bartender was giving me. Some creep tried to get close but I just weren't having it - I swore I saw a stain on his pants as he scurried away from my murderous glare.

"Tough day?"

I rolled your eyes, preparing to give the unsuspecting stranger a piece of my mind. "Jason?"

Jason Todd, my childhood friend and partner-in-crime takes a seat across me. He signals to the bartender over the Christmas music for another tiny glass and soju. "It's been a while."

"You're not going to stop me?"

"And miss out on a drink? No way." Jason scoffs. "Now, why are you drinking like there's no tomorrow?"

I want to tell him. How I left my perfectly stable job because I was being ostracized. How my family supported me but insinuated that I should have done more - be more approachable, more likable, more friendly. How a few days after my graduation, my grandmother who was the only living grandparent to watch me grow up since I was a toddler passed away suddenly.

How I was so ridden with guilt that I couldn't do anything more.

But as I opened my mouth, I hear a small voice in my head.

You'll just be burdening others, like how you always do.

"I'm fine." I dismissed Jason's worries away. Maybe I could have done a better job about it as he does not look the least convinced. I cut him off before he can ask anything else.

"You're here to drink with me. So drink." I uncap the new bottle, pouring him a glass.

I can feel Jason's gaze bearing into my forehead.

***

The next thing I feel is the soft fabric of my sofa. Jason lays me down gently before heading to the kitchen to get a glass of water. I hear the sound of my air fryer being switched on.

"I made you some fries. Oily food always helped with hangovers back when we were in college." He chuckles, passing me the glass. I drink the water in one go, gasping for air once I was finished. The smell of fried food and being hydrated helped me to become sober again.

Jason's shuffling around the kitchen, getting the necessary utensils. But I know he's giving me space. That's what I always loved about him. He never pushed unless you decided to tell him yourself. Even when I had a big fight with my parents, he kept silent, providing a much needed listening ear.

"Hey, Jay?"

"Mm?"

"I left my job." I know this wasn't the best way to start a conversation but it had to be out in the open sooner than later. "Gran died." My lips wobble and my vision starts to become blurry simply just uttering those few words.

"I feel like crap."

Jason sits beside you and his sea green eyes provide a source of comfort in the mess that I'm drowning in.

"And you can feel sad about it."

I burst into tears. The thread that I've conjured in mid air to sew my heart back together snaps and I can't hold back. My sobs are raw and primal till the point that I wished that the soju wiped me out unconscious instead.

The only difference from all the other times I wallowed in my grief and self-pity was the man in front of me who has his arms tightly wrapped around me, gently rubbing my back.

"It'll be okay. I'm here." He repeats softly.

And what a difference it was.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be stupid."

"No." Jason carefully pries me away and looks me in the eye. "I'm sorry I wasn't there. If I had known, I wouldn't have gone with Dick on that stupid mission."

I frown. The mission that he was referring to was a Black Ops mission, infiltrating what Dick and him suspected to be a child trafficking ring ran by the Court of Owls. I knew how much this mission meant to Jason on a personal level.

"Don't say that. As much as it pains me to say, but no one knew that Gran was going to go so suddenly."

"You don't get it," Jason says with a certain hardness that takes you aback. "She was family to me too. I had so many things I wanted to tell her." He sighs, hands clasped tightly.

"Like how I wanna be more than friends with you."

"What? I don't-"

Jason smiles sadly. "When you left your job, Gran was sad to see that you lost your spark. Back then, I did ask her for advice and she told me that either way, I should have told you how I felt. She said that you would have said yes. But I felt that I would have been a jerk to lay that on you while you were struggling." Jason sighs. "I guess Gran could see it better than the both of us."

Even in the afterlife, Gran was still looking out for me.

"She would have smacked you upside on the head if she was here."

Jason lets out a bark of laughter and you join him with your tear stained face. "She definitely would."

"So, does your feelings still stand?"

It's Jason's turn to blink in confusion before breaking out into a big smile. "That is if you'll have me."

I lean in to kiss him. "Of course you big goof. Now that you told me all of this, you're never going to get rid of me." I tackle him to the sofa and we end up in a giggling mess.

Jason reaches up to give a kiss of his own and deepens it till I'm left breathless and spinning with ecstasy. I snuggle into Jason, his warm and comforting presence enough to make me forget about my woes.

"That's good. Because I plan to be with you in both good and bad days."

#jason todd x reader #jason todd comfort #jason todd #navy and roo's sleepover #end of year challenge #december #writing challenge #christmas fanfic #christmas

[imaginingmarvelandeverything]

Hi! I hope you are doing good! May I please request smiling more easily for castle of glass? Your writing is amazing!!!

A/N: Final prompt from yesterday, if you would like to send me a request for one of my WIP pairs, you can find the new prompt list here!

smiling more easily:

Dick watched as Y/N pushed a spice jar towards Jason, apparently knowing that was what Jason was looking for without him having to ask for it. Jason smiled and thanked her softly as Y/N pushed herself up to sit on the kitchen side. Jason went back to whatever he was cooking, listening to whatever Y/N was talking about with interest.

It had been a long time since Dick had seen Jason smiling with ease at anything. But in the week they had been at the manor, Dick had seen his little brother smile more than he had in the entire time he had been back. It was mostly directed at Y/N, sometimes him or Alfred, but definitely no one else. And despite the fact that Y/N had told him Jason had been avoiding her after what happened at the gala, Jason had been practically attached to her hip since the letter from the Joker had arrived.

Maybe it was because Dick arguably knew them better than anyone, but he could see the feelings that had already formed between them. He just hoped they’d figure it out for themselves before he had to get involved.

#jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd imagine #jason todd x fem!reader #castle of glass #curran walters #titans #5.5k follower celebration #sleepover prompt list!

[wolvierinez]

all ive been able to draw recently is people sleeping.this is due to my tired nature

#my art #jason todd #red hood #he eepy #he got the wolverine set-up going #and by that i mean no mattress. #safehouse sleepover

[greenorangevioletgrass]

Yknow wHAT. If we're doing cute Eid headcanons I'm here for it.

Here me out. Since Damian Wayne was raised in like...Middle Eastern-ish culture, I feel like, even if it's not like...the BIGGEST part of his identity, he still likes to celebrate some holidays. Just because maybe it reminds him a bit of home? (Lets just pretend the League of Assassins wasn't here ok we're only here for the fluff) So he 1000000% spends like..the two days ish before Eid in kitchen with Alfred, teaching him how to make simple traditional foods. Like...baklava, or...or kunafa, or logma, or I can go on fOREVER

but I just...I like the cute idea of Damian wanting to share a little bit of the culture he grew up with with his new family. And they are mORE than happy to help out with it.

Oh god I think I might be crying anyway :)) thats what I've got

omg omg omg lil edgelord damian discreetly coming up to alfred asking if he knows how to make baklava

alfred goes "i... can look it up for you?" and damian goes "no need, let me show you how" and they spend the afternoon in the kitchen making it

and then dick comes in like "whoa what's all this?" and damian at first dismisses him but then offers him the finished product anyway. and damian may end up confessing that he used to do this back home with his mom around eid and going door-to-door around the neighborhood (it's amazing how sugar crash affects this kid, dick muses, it's like giving a grownup some tequila!).

so then dick reads up on eid traditions online and comes up with a plan.

morning of, damian is woken up by takbeer chants all over the house. specifically from his siblings' rooms. it's deafening and confusing and he's pounding the door closest to his room. duke opens the door, still in his pajamas, goes "hey man, happy eid!" and gives him a box of chocolates and goes "bye!" shutting the door on him. the music is turned down from behind the door.

what the fuck? he knocks at tim's door next who gives him a small envelope and says "don't spend it all in one place!" there's $5 inside.

steph answers the door wearing a nice dress, although her hair is still dripping from the shower and she still looks dead tired from patrol. she gives him an eid greeting card with a $20 gift card to starbucks tucked in the envelope. it's the thought that counts, he supposes.

even jason is at home and blaring it all full volume, although he has a headphone slung around his neck when he opens the door. he tosses damian a snicker bar and goes "don't eat it for breakfast, ya weirdo." damian scowls, he's now going to. "but i won't tell bruce if you do today," he ruffles the youngest wayne's already messy hair and shoves him away, closing the door shut.

dick is the last. and the worst. he doesn't answer, even after damian's fist pounding at the door. "I KNOW THIS WAS YOUR IDEA, GRAYSON!!!" still nothing. he turns the doorknob--it's not even locked. inside, his eldest brother has his suit peeled off the top part of his body, hanging by his hips, absolutely vibing to the thumping drums and repeated chants. "you know what? this actually slaps!" "these are prayers, you heathen, you're being disgraceful." "oof sorry." he immediately turns it down and looks at damian expectantly, as if waiting for his approval--or thanks. "why would you put everyone up to this?!" "hey man if you don't want free money or candy, i'll take it off of your hands" but damian holds it close to his chest possessively. it's times like these that dick is reminded that damian, the devil's spawn he might be, is a kid. so dick shoots finger guns, "you're welcome kid", and walks backwards out of his room.

damian runs into bruce on his way back to his room. "i see your siblings have gotten you a little eid gifts?" and he groans. "if you're gonna give me gifts, i hope you at least have the decency to wrap it properly, father. unlike these philistines..." he glances down at the pile he's balancing in his arm. "i actually wasn't sure if you'd like gifts, so... i'll just see you downstairs for breakfast?" damian's not sure why his heart drops a little, but he just murmurs "okay" and goes back into his room. the takbeer is faint now.

but he goes downstairs into the dining room, and there it is, all laid out on the table. all the eid dishes from home, from another lifetime. and the people from this lifetime gathered around it, munching and chatting away like it's another ordinary meal. he catches bruce's eyes and nods a little at his father. nobody spots it, but he sees a ghost of a smile behind his father's coffee cup. and damian finds himself smiling a little bit, too.

#damian wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #duke thomas #stephanie brown #bruce wayne #batfam headcanons #batfam #batdad #well this became a thing #idk if any of these are ooc im sorry #ava writes #4.5k eid sleepover #wayne family adventures

[sluggishslugcrimes]

Dick: guys pack up he's coming back.

Damian: who?

Dick: Jason.

Duke: man come on I just got in motion for an PS5, he has to ruin everything!

Cass: can't relate.

Tim: of course you can't you're his favorite daughter, you and Steph abuse your power letting us men and gremlin from hell's crawlspaces to drown.

Steph: then be better ig.

Tim: I'm going to Barnards.

Dick: Dami we're living with the Kent's.

Dami: yes! Sleepovers!

Duke: I'm going to Oliver's he at least gives his favorite bat stuff.

Jason: dad! Momma! I'm home!

Selena and Bruce: jaybird!!

Batbros: gross.

#dick grayson #jason todd #bruce wayne #damian wayne #tim drake #duke thomas #selena kyle #stephanie brown #cassandra cain #batfam #Jason 8s the favorite son #dami also excited for sleepovers with jon sue me

[i-drink-and-i-write-fics]

i want a red hood banner because I am needing to have a new banner pls *leaves *

There you are, my gremlin child.

#red hood #jason todd #dc #bat family #jensen ackles #sleepover celebration

[redsray]

Batfam AU where Jason never dies, so Tim doesn't join the family the standard way. Instead, he continues pouring most of his time and energy into his photography, eventually becoming known as a popular photographer for events and all that. So now, picture this: Tim gets hired to be a photographer for a Wayne gala. Obviously, he's ecstatic, because he can take pictures of Batman, Robin and Nightwing and be in their presence for a whole night. Since Tim is so naturally talented in stealth and taking pictures unnoticed, the second one of the fam realises this they're like: this kid is good. Tim manages to go unnoticed by all 3 of them (all bat-trained, one literally batman) multiple times during the night, and even when he is noticed, he disappears before they can manage to get a good look at him; to the sheer amazement of Dick and Jason.

Jason, (very discreetly putting snacks in his suit pocket): i know you're under the table, kid.

Tim: don't mind me, Mr. Todd-Wayne, sir, just taking a few pictures

Jason: right... Jason's fine, and what pictures were you taking from under the table?!

Tim, showing him perfectly good shots of him: these.

Jason: how did you get that. it looks like you took it from the rafters

Tim, nodding: I did.

Jason, glancing at the ceiling: ...what?

Tim, gone:

Jason: no fucking way.

Dick, hearing a very, very faint camera shutter from behind him:

Dick, turning around and finding no one there: what the actual...

Dick, getting the feeling of being watched and whirling around to find Tim staring at him from across the room: ... huh.

Jason, pulling Dick aside: you see that kid too, right?!

Dick, nodding: the camera kid, yeah?

Jason: who is that.

Dick: he's one of the hired photographers, apparently. one of the best in his field, despite his age.

Jason: he's good. like, really good. snuck up on me 4 times already, the little bastard.

Dick: you too? i swear he's constantly watching. it's creepy how well he can sneak past both of us.

Jason:

Dick:

Jason: you don't think...

Dick: no. B would've told us.

Jason:

Dick:

Dick: did he get another kid and not tell us somehow

Bruce: what do you mean another kid?

Jason: you heard us. did you adopt another kid and not tell us?!

Bruce: no?? how would I even?? ... what's this about?

Dick: one of the photographers has managed to sneak up on both me and Jay multiple times already

Bruce: what.

Jason: he also can't be more than like. 15 or 16. so forgive us for assuming you took another one in.

Bruce: do you know his name?

Dick:

Jason:

Bruce: really?

Dick: in our defence, he's very hard to catch. i wouldn't be surprised if he's snuck up on you, too.

[camera shutter noise]

All of them, whipping their heads toward the sound only to find nothing but air:

Tim, smiling from the other side of the room:

Jason: do you see what we mean?!

Cue an entire night of shenanigans where it's just Dick, Jason and Bruce trying to catch Tim and learn about him. Upon finding out who he is and where he lives, Dick immediately asks to keep him as an honorary member of the family. Jason is hesitant at first but at some point Tim calls Bruce Batman instead of Mr. Wayne on accident and Jason laughs so hard he's basically won over. Bruce can do nothing but watch as Tim proceeds to come over almost every night for sleepovers and is coddled by both of his sons. And he can't deny, the kid's investigation and stealth skills are top tier. By the time Dick and Jason both start referring to Tim as 'their younger brother' Bruce has just accepted his fate.

#batfam #batman #dc comics #tim drake #bruce wayne #jason todd #dick grayson #batfam au #dick: look he's even got the dark hair and blue eyes #jason: he fits the pattern. you gotta #dick to tim: you are ours now #tim who just wanted to spend time with his heroes: oh #they declare him as theirs so he is theirs #bruce does not get a choice #he is THEIR little stalker #when jason finds out that tim follows them as vigilantes too he falls over laughing #dick wiping a tear away: he's perfect

[miryum]

☆ 18+ minors dni ☆ (ish. Not descriptive at all)

So I’ve done Brother’s Best Friend!Jason Todd, right? Well, what about Best Friend’s Brother!Jason Todd?

Best Friend’s Brother!Jason Todd would have a totally different vibe and I will die on this hill

Best Friend’s Brother!Jason Todd who, instead of playing the long game like Brother’s Best Friend!Jason Todd, would think to himself, right when he met you, “that’s who I’m gonna marry”

Best Friend’s Brother!Jason Todd who, from the moment you entered his home, would have his eyes set on you because holy shit you were so innocent and lovely and had no idea what you were walking into 

Best Friend’s Brother!Jason Todd who would be envious of his little sister, Stephanie, for being friends with you, but also extremely thankful that you two were friends because it’s how he met you

Best Friend’s Brother!Jason Todd who would hang around Wayne Manor more and more often just for the chance of seeing you. Of course, Alfred was the first to catch on. Then Steph, then Bruce, and slowly the rest of the family

Best Friend’s Brother!Jason Todd who didn’t care that you were only in college and he was nearing thirty – you were his

Best Friend’s Brother!Jason Todd who would stare at you when you and Stephanie were studying together in the Wayne library. He would literally just stand in the doorway, arms crossed and staring in your direction, a deadly smirk on his lips. How else was he supposed to flirt with you? Ever since the Lazarus Pit, his perception of… social awareness was off

Best Friend’s Brother!Jason Todd who would contemplate whether or not he should ask you out because you were Steph’s best friend and he didn’t want to insert himself into your friendship

Best Friend’s Brother!Jason Todd who would take his contemplations out on one of the punching bags in the gym. Dick eventually had to come in and check on Jason after he had broken two punching bags

Best Friend’s Brother!Jason Todd who hung around Steph for days on end, gaining up courage to ask her if she was okay with him asking you out. Steph was definitely suspicious and finally just bluntly asked him what was wrong

Best Friend’s Brother!Jason Todd who breathed out a sigh of relief when Steph squealed happily and cried out, “of course! Oh, you two will be perfect together!”

Best Friend’s Brother!Jason Todd who then waited two and a half more weeks to ask you out because he was too nervous. He would send you winks and even drove Steph back to Gotham University after break just on the off chance of seeing you. He did and he had never smiled more widely in his life

Best Friend’s Brother!Jason Todd who groans and burrows his head in his hood whenever Steph teases him about you or when Dami asks, “I do not see the problem. If you cannot ask a girl out, Todd, then perhaps you are not fit to fight villains”

Best Friend’s Brother!Jason Todd who finally asks you out after you and Steph had a sleepover at Wayne Manor. He got up extra early that morning and began stress-making pancakes, as any rational person does

Best Friend’s Brother!Jason Todd who, after sliding you a plate full of pancakes, stutters over his words and scratches his neck and heat fills his cheeks, is relieved when you’re the one to ask him out

Best Friend’s Brother!Jason Todd who, later, would insist that he wasn’t nervous and would tell everyone, even your grandkids, that he was the one to ask you out

Best Friend’s Brother!Jason Todd who caved under your smirking glare and eventually admitted to your grandkids that he didn’t have the courage to ask out the love of his life

Best Friend’s Brother!Jason Todd who takes you wherever you want with Bruce’s money – even if you only ask to go browsing at the bookstore, he would buy you any book you looked at

Best Friend’s Brother!Jason Todd who, as I’ve said earlier, doesn’t really know how to act at first and doesn’t know how to show his affection. So, he buys you gifts and gives you the key to his apartment two months in

Best Friend’s Brother!Jason Todd who, after spending the first (non-sexual) night with you, suddenly realised how touch starved he was

Best Friend’s Brother!Jason Todd who then did not spend another second not touching you. Whether it’s an arm over your shoulder, holding your hand, or pulling your feet up onto his lap when you two are sitting on the couch

Best Friend’s Brother!Jason Todd who would slowly move you in without you even knowing. At first it was a couple clothes, and then a book or two, and then a couple picture frames here or there, and then oh well, it just makes sense that you move in

Best Friend’s Brother!Jason Todd who would decorate your skin with open mouthed kisses after your first (sexual) night with you, whispering over and over again how much he loves you

Best Friend’s Brother!Jason Todd who wouldn’t have to introduce you to his family because luckily, you already knew them all! 

Best Friend’s Brother!Jason Todd who would join you and Steph for girls night and paint his toes and gossip and let you run your hands through his hair (and maybe braid it)

Best Friend’s Brother!Jason Todd who would be the epitome of a gentleman and open doors for you, stare down other guys who looked at you, and gave you his leather jacket when he took you out riding on his motorcycle (and if you got a little handsy, he wouldn’t mind)

Best Friend’s Brother!Jason Todd who didn’t dare get you into the Red Hood/vigilante business and god forbid a villain got ahold of you

Best Friend’s Brother!Jason Todd who wouldn’t hesitate to kill anyone who threatened your safety and then afterward hold you close, whispering sweet nothings as he lets Tim and Cass take care of it

Best Friend’s Brother!Jason Todd who, even after years of being together, would still kiss you like there’s no tomorrow and remind you that he loves you every five minutes

#miryum's dc universe #jason todd x reader #jason todd x y/n #jason todd #we love jason todd #headcanon #best friend's brother #dc x reader #dcu #jason todd didn't die #not proofread

[shinekocreator]

based on this amazing prompt by @ghost-bxrd (it's hella ooc, but if you wanted it in character, you wouldn't be here)

⚠️Tw: mentions of death, stopped heart, panic, fear⚠️

🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇

NO NO NO NO NO NONONONONO!

They weren't supposed to find out, at least, not like this.

His heart, which just a few moments ago wasn't beating at all, is now beating too fast, too loud, too strong.

He wants to move, to say something, to do something, but he can't. His lungs are still empty, so he starts breathing, too short, too fast.

This isn't good. They're not supposed to know, not supposed to see.

How could he let this happen? Why did he even agree to this stupid sleepover? Now they're all going to know.

All of them?

Panic creeps into his mind. What if he finds out? He can't find out.

He takes a look around the room, Dick is holding him, and he says something that Jason can't hear. Damian looks scared and on the verge of tears. Tim is in the corner holding Cass's hand, trying to reassure her that everything is alright, even if he doesn't believe so himself. Steph and Duke aren't in the room. He has no idea where they could've gone. Barbara is on her laptop, probably searching for a course of action.

"... Just breathe in slowly. " he can finally make out what Dick is saying. So he does just that, trying to slow his breathing and heartbeat, using Dick's voice as both a guideline and an anchor.

It works. He can talk now. He pulls Damian into a hug, which Damian doesn't reject. "I'm alright, Baby Bird, I'm alright."

Damian starts sobbing into his arms. "Your heart, it stopped, and you, you weren't breathing and I, and I don't know what to do because I don't want you to die again!"

"I'm not. You guys aren't getting rid of me so easily," he jokes, then kisses Damian's head. Damian doesn't flinch or move away. He must be really concerned then.

Jason turns to Dick "what exactly happened?"

"Just like Damian said, your heart stopped, so did your breathing. Does this... Happen often?"

Jason nods. He's not sure what to say.

Then Tim speaks "What the actual fuck Todd?! You have any Idea how scared we were? Why didn't you say anything?"

Jason slowly gets up and goes to hug Tim. He can't seem to find the right words.

Tim pushes him away with a horrified expression. "Dude, you're freezing cold!"

Hearing that, Cass brings him the warmest blanket she can find. "No more cold," her warm smile is radiant, Jason wants to hug her but knows he shouldn't.

Barbara comes closer and helps wrap the blanket around him. She doesn't need to say anything.

Jason pulls her into a hug, then brings in Dick, Cass joins them soon after, and so do Tim and Damian.

It's not as cold anymore, Jason feels warmth spreading throughout his body.

After they let go of him, Jason finally pays some mind to the absence of people in the room.

"Where's Steph? And Where's Duke?"

Dick rubs the back of his neck. NO NO NONONO!!

"They went with Alfred to calm Bruce down."

NO! NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO!!!

Jason removes his grip from the blanket, letting it fall to the floor as he attempts to escape and leave the manor altogether, but the presence of a man in the doorway stops him in his tracks.

Jason takes a step back, and right before he manages to turn around and run for the window, two strong arms wrap around him, pulling him in for a hug.

And Jason fully breaks down.

Bruce holds him while he sobs and whimpers, giving him a moment to let everything out and calm down a little.

"It's alright, I'm still here. You're still here. We're still here." Bruce says, whether to Jason or himself, no one knows.

Jason can feel Bruce shaking. He tries to grasp the fact that Bruce cares and wants him around. Tries to process that Bruce was scared, terrified of the thought of Jason dying again.

Jason takes notice of the tears running down Bruce's face, moving his hand up to gently wipe them away.

"I'm still here, old man, I'm not dying again."

That's the last thing he says before he allows himself to relax and hug Bruce back, after mouthing a quick "thank you" to Stephanie, Duke, and Alfred, knowing he's wanted and loved by his family.

#batfam #jason todd #dick grayson #tim drake #barbara gordon #stephanie brown #duke thomas #damian wayne #alfred pennyworth #cassandra cain #hurt/comfort #drabble #shinekowrites #fear #stopped heart #death #tw death #lazarus pit

[dxckgrxsonx]

dickpic!reader trying to tease jay by giving him her panties but it backfires badly when later he sends her a video of him with his hand, that’s holding the panties, wrapped around his cock and he fucks himself w them 🫡

phew!! almost 2k words. think this might be my fave part so far.

**

You flinch awake in complete darkness.

Soft, imploring fingers trail from your ankle up to the sensitive skin across the back of your knee. Panic flares so cold it burns all the way to the very top of your head and you kick out, strong but clumsy, foot catching someone warm and firm in the stomach.

There’s a soft ‘oof’ and the hand disappears. You find yourself up on your knees in the space of a few seconds, fists raised, heart threatening to pound straight out of your chest. Fight or flight hooks into all the nerves along your shaking spine and there’s half a second where you don’t even know where you are.

Until someone says your name.

It feels like taking a deep breath first thing in the morning when the air is so cold and crisp it burns your lungs. Feels like dumping freezing water over your head in the middle of a summer heatwave, body caught halfway between complete shock and endless relief.

“So this was my surprise, huh?” Jason says mildly, and the tension shoving open your ribs exhales. “Not what I was expecting but m’not complaining.”

Wearing his black tactical pants and long sleeved undershirt, Jason unclips his weapons holsters and drops them on the bed. Inelegantly falling backwards against the headboard you cross your legs and reach out, fingers curiously grabbing at one of his guns.

The weapon is cold and heavy in your hands. You find the safety close to the trigger and make a conscious effort to stay away from it. Part of you wonders how Jason can find comfort in the weapon, holding it now, you feel almost dangerous.

But a quieter, more thoughtful part of you thinks that being dangerous might be the point. After all, there’s a certain sense of control that comes from being armed, it kind of feels like protection in a weird, twisted way. People generally think twice before going to hurt the person with the gun.

And you know in the meat of your heart that Jason Todd has been hurt enough.

“I ought to shoot you for waking me up like that.” You threaten, gun pointed firmly away from Jason. “Scared the hell out of me.”

“You’re in my bed.” He deadpans, unbuckling his belt. “What did you expect?”

Placing the gun beside its holster you grab a handful of jelly beans from where you left them on the bedside table and switch on the lamp. “Is it too much to ask to be woken up normally? You know, you could have said my name or even turned on the light.”

Offering a shrug in response he grins and takes off his pants.

Raising an interested eyebrow you tip some jelly beans in your mouth and chew, “You want some?”

Pulling yourself to your knees again you shuffle to the end of the bed as Jason steps out of his tactical pants and meets you partway. Opening his mouth expectantly you roll your eyes and tip the rest of your handful into his greedy mouth.

Chewing thoughtfully he gives you a brief once over, “Are you wearing my shirt?”

“It’s comfy and I didn’t bring any sleepover pyjamas.” You defend. Pressing a warm hand to your whole face Jason smiles mischievously and shoves you backwards. Falling flat out across the sheets you try to kick him in the chest but fail, “It’s your own fault for leaving it in plain sight. I’m totally blameless in this scenario.”

“You’re nothing but a common criminal.” Jason grumbles, moving to grab a new shirt to sleep in. “First my jelly beans, and now my shirt.”

“Hey! Your hiding places suck. Have you suddenly forgotten that I know you? Like really know you. You mean the world to me, so of course I make sure to pay attention to what you’re doing.” Shuffling to one side of the bed you kick back the covers and settle underneath. “Don’t think that I don’t know about the stash hidden in my apartment too by the way.”

Jason’s face does something odd then.

It’s less like surprise and more like outright horror. You find yourself on high alert, wanting desperately to soothe it, you haven't seen him look at you like that before, like you’ve just single handedly sent him scrambling for solid ground.

For a second, you wish you never told him you knew.

“You found that?” He says, and there’s something vulnerable in his voice.

You hum in confirmation, “Came across it when I was clearing out my old clothes from the wardrobe.” You remember the surprise of finding it, all that food, and then the sharp bite of confusion that followed. “It’s still there, I haven’t touched it, figured it was something important.”

“You can get rid of it.” Jason chokes, rubbing the back of his neck. “I know it’s stupid and I’m sorry for hiding things in your apartment.”

“It’s not stupid.” You say quickly, jumping out from under the covers to reach for him, fingers grabbing at his waist, his shoulder. “Jay, if it means something to you then it’s not stupid. Not to me. M’not going to get rid of it unless you want me to, okay? You spend so much time at my place, I’m surprised that’s all you’ve stashed there.”

The faintest smile brushes his mouth and your fingers itch to chase the soft, plump curve of his lips. The urge feels more dangerous than holding a weapon, it feels more selfish, feels almost heavier. Walking your hand along the top of his shoulder you brush a stray strand of hair out of his eyes.

Jason says your name so softly, with so much meaning, and you shiver. His hand comes up to press over your own and your chest cracks wide open, everything important and critical about you exposed.

“Let's get some sleep, yeah?”

The mention of sleep makes you yawn and Jason smirks before shoving his finger in your wide open mouth.

**

You wake with his breath on the back of your neck.

There’s a slow realisation of the position you’re in. Jason plastered to your back, hand anchored around your waist. He’s warm and safe and you shuffle backwards even further into his hold, content to spend as much time as possible in his embrace.

When he wakes, you know that things will go back to normal. Both of you stuck between friends and something more.

Loving him is a lonely thing.

Under the early light of dawn you drag the very tips of your fingers over his forearm. There’s a faint twitch of muscles and you feel Jason sigh before he snuggles against you, leg nudging yours under the covers.

“Jay.” You whisper. “I need to get up, I’ve got to get ready for work.”

Slotting his leg between your own Jason grumbles and tightens his grip, “No.” He whines, sleep clinging thick to his voice. “Call in sick. Wanna cuddle with you.”

Tracing the veins from his wrist to the crook of his elbow you laugh lightly, squinting against the sunlight shining through the window, “Maybe next time?” You offer gently, peeling his arm from your waist.

“Promise?” He sighs, rolling over onto his back.

Sliding out of his bed you beeline for the bathroom and give him no response, not trusting yourself to say the right thing. If he asked, you’d promise him just about anything. If only to see the soft, touched smile on his face. If only for the chance to kiss him.

Before leaving though, you stop by his bedside and make sure the sheets are draped loosely around his shoulders; you know how much he hates feeling trapped, confined to one single space.

And if you drop a kiss to his forehead, that’s between you and the dawn.

**

Checking your phone as soon as you get home you almost catch fire.

The sudden heat reminds you of solar flares, bright and shining. A burst of plasma and energy powerful enough to knock your whole life straight out of orbit. He has a habit of doing that to you. Knocking you so far of course it feels like burning yourself alive.

Jay: I think you left these at mine this morning Jay: sent a photo

Opening the image you ache between your legs.

Jason has a pair of your underwear wrapped around his fist, and he’s holding his cock, precum leaking from the fat head all over the soft fabric. It’s the pair you were wearing yesterday and you know that they’re not exactly clean.

You: you’re killing me You: i’m dying You: they’re not clean, i wore them yesterday

His reply comes a few moments later and you struggle to keep some semblance of composure.

Jay: i know Jay: sent a video

Pressing play you sit down on the sofa and make sure the volume is turned up. The video focuses immediately on Jason’s thick cock. Your underwear is wrapped around the base and you watch as his fingers twist into the fabric before he drags it up to the wet tip, jerking himself off with it.

His breath stutters when his hips thrust upwards, shoving his cock through the cotton until he twitches. The fabric steadily gets stickier and stickier as he leaks everywhere, his fist tightening until he moans.

The camera shakes when Jason shudders and you sink your teeth into your bottom lip. He groans softly when your underwear rubs over the tip and you gasp at the wrecked sound of his voice, desperate to hear what other pretty noises he can make.

All the muscles in his stomach tighten and you’re mesmerised by the catch and release of them. Even more by the faint trail of hair dusting his navel. The edge of the camera barely catches his thighs but you see them shaking, see him struggling to control the urge to really fuck your underwear.

He fails miserably and you shake when he moans, long and low.

Grinding himself up into his fist he gasps and chokes out your name. Seconds later his body locks up and you almost whimper when Jason’s pretty cock starts twitching, covering your underwear with his come. His release is thick and white and your pussy aches, clit straining for even one touch, for even a slight bit of attention.

Jason says your name again and this time it’s different. It’s softer, you almost don’t think he meant for you to hear it.

But you did hear it and you go back, listen to it again because it’s breathy. Because if you close your eyes you can hear a touch of his Gotham accent. Because for a moment you could really believe that you’re there with him.

You: great You: imma go rub one out

Jay: aw for me? Jay: how cute

You: yeah for you You: want me to send you something?

Jay: please please please

You: okay

**

#jason todd x reader #jason todd x reader smut #jason todd x you #jason todd x you smut #jason todd fanfic #jason todd fanfiction #red hood x reader #red hood x reader smut #ella writes #asks #answered #birthofvcnus

[froggibus]

Hello! Was wondering if I could request headcanons about batboys (Dick, Jason and Tim) having a touchstarved (gn)best friend reader who likes giving them hugs? It could also include just general hcs about the batboys as your best friends. Hope it's not too much, thank you!

Batboys + Touch Starved Best Friend

Pairing: Dick Grayson x reader, Jason Todd x reader, Tim Drake x reader

Genre: fluff

CW: cuddling, general fluff, jason being a tsundere, kind of wholesome?

i was so excited to write this one! i feel like i rarely get batfam reqs so this makes me super happy!! i really hope it does our boys justice and that you enjoy it <3

ALSO sorry guys about slacking so hard on requests—life has been so chaotic and honestly I’ve been a little lazy. I’m gonna try and get some done this week while I have time off but I also have esports stuff coming up this weekend and next week

Dick Grayson:

this man is SO huggable 

like you could go up to him and just wrap your arms around him and he would not care 

i feel like he’s a very touchy/feely guy 

like he’s the type that’s just always touching the people close to him?

arm on the shoulder/waist, has his s/o on his lap

super respectful of boundaries though

if he’s your best friend, you won’t be touch starved for very long 

will hug you as much and as long as you want

and he’s a detective 

so if you’re too shy to ask or too sad or stuck in your own head

he will know and he will give you a hug 

chronic people pleaser so he’ll do anything to make you happy/feel better

Jason Todd:

tries to act like he doesn’t care/like he isn’t touch starved 

but he’s so down bad

it takes him a LONG time to get used to people and making contact with them 

and of course you love & respect him so no matter how touch starved you are, you won’t make him 

so one day when you’re especially needy and this man just randomly hugs you, you melt 

and from then on, you’ll just wrap your arms around him or lay on his lap on the couch

he acts like he doesn’t care but really his heart is racing and you’re just so warm 

once he’s used to you, he’ll reciprocate contact in any way he can

he especially loves to hold you against him to calm him down 

probably not as cuddly as Dick or as often

but when you’re needy, he’ll always be there to be your personal pillow

and when he’s needy, you’re more than happy to let him maul you 

he will NEVER admit to it or acknowledge it tho

Tim Drake:

this man is also incredibly touch starved 

he’s never been as close to Bruce as the other batboys/as close to his brothers 

and he doesn’t have tons and tons of friends either

so he doesn’t get much contact 

so if you just hug this man, it’s benefiting both of you

he’s probably a little awkward and stiff the first few times, but he really likes it

once he’s comfortable with you, expects lots of platonic cuddling

even sleepovers tbh 

you guys kinda connect over your loneliness and it makes you closer 

probably shows up at your door after patrol at least a few times a week just to hug you

also Tim can tell from just looking at you if you’re upset/lonely/touch starved

so sometimes he’ll just randomly pull you into him or lay his head on you

still gets a little flustered when you randomly hug him though

whenever you cry, he definitely holds you until you feel better too

#batfam x you #batfam hcs #batfam x reader #batfam #dick grayson #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x you #jason todd x you #jason todd x reader #jason Todd #Tim Drake #Tim Drake x reader #Tim Drake x you

[mamawasatesttube]

one of my best friends in middle school was really into comics bc her dad was really into comics, and it's still so funny to me like. i just have this fairly vivid memory of how one time we had a sleepover, and it was just like 1 in the morning, and she was telling me about batman and all the robins (funnily enough, it started bc she was ranting about how they'd just released n52, so this must've been right around 2011). and i just so clearly remember lying there in the beds in the top floor of the barn and thinking, god this is insane!! how is anyone supposed to remember all these guys? jason todd, tim drake... there's absolutely no way. i guess im only going to remember dick grayson, he's the most important robin i think. there's no way i'll ever keep any of this straight...

well. 13yo rimi i have some news for you on this front. you may want to sit down,

#it's also funny bc i DID have basically the entire silmarillion memorized at that point. #like i could (and still can) draw you the family tree of the house of finwë no problem. #and yet keeping track of all the robins was where i drew the line khfskjfss #rimi talks

[imaginingmarvelandeverything]

accidentally referencing them as "my" for the Castle of Glass couple!!! 💗😆

A/N: This turned out angstier than I expected, but I hope you like it anyway! If you would like make a request for one of my WIP pairings, you can find the prompt list here!

Accidentally referencing them as "my":

Jason tried not to make eye contact with anyone as he walked back into the kitchen. Dick was still holding his elbow as if he expected him to try and run off again, either to deal with the situation on his own or have another pit induced panic attack.

Bruce started handing out assignments almost immediately and Jason stayed partially hidden behind him. He could feel everyone’s eyes on him and he knew it was because of his little episode. But the worst part was that he didn’t know how much the others knew. He was pretty sure Dick (and maybe Cass because of the body language thing) was the only one who knew about him and Y/N deciding to take the next step in their relationship, but he didn’t know if the others knew they had been living together for the past seven months. He didn’t know if they knew that he had finally managed to repent to the last person he had hurt while trying to go after the cowl.

And of course it was Damian who had to voice his objection at Jason’s involvement, if only because the little demon was being made to sit out with his concussion.

“Why does Todd get to help and I don’t? He does not even like Y/N!”

“Because she’s my girlfriend, demon brat!” He regretted the words as soon as they left his lips.

Damian, Tim and Steph all looked shocked and mildly horrified, Babs had a frown on her face, Cass looked unaffected, and Bruce and Alfred were looking at him with wide eyes.

“Jason doesn’t need a reason to be involved, we all want Y/N back and that’s all that matters.” Dick stepped in and saved the day again.

Everyone begrudgingly mumbled their agreement and Bruce went back to talking about the plan. Even with Dick at his side, Jason still felt like an outsider and wanted Y/N back as soon as possible.

#jason todd imagine #jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd x fem!reader #castle of glass #curran walters #titans #5.5k follower celebration #sleepover prompt list!

[wwrenwrites]

You know what would have been funny.

Jason Todd being lactose intolerant.

Like no one would actually expect this big-ass more than 6 foot of a man.

One of the best fighters in his family and the vigilante community. A big eater, a decent sweet tooth and is actually pretty good with spice. But has a fucking weakness for anything dairy.

Would say ‘fuck it’ if it comes to good ice-cream or gelato. But any good cheese in pasta?

Pain in the fucking ass.

Still good if it weren’t for the awaiting sleepover in his beloved bathroom. Which is absolutely hilarious cause it is only you who would figure it out when you notice the pattern of him being in the toilet for 20 minutes.

And him refusing to acknowledge it like you’re telling him he can’t indulge eating a greasy-ass 4 cheese pizza anymore? nor his go-to mac and cheese recipe he perfected with a good ole take-away of Wing Stop???

This would go on for months. No. Forever.

Till he dies again.

Completely convincing himself and you that it is just some stupid worm.

And that’s also a very Jason thing.

He would continually be stubborn and ignore the little lactose pills that would solve all his problems.

Cause he has pride.

A reputation, he says.

He’s a fucking ‘big boy’ he says.

Hell, his family doesn’t even know about it.

Not even Alfred.

So every-time there would be a family dinner in the manor. And the one time it’s Italian cuisine theme. Homemade pasta and different variations of salad. A big plate of fried calamari and special whole roasted chicken. Red sauce, white sauce, oil-base sauce. With complete sides and extra condiments, meaning plates of sliced cheese and shredded.

The fucking variety knowing Alfred.

And then there’s you, encouraging Alfred to add as much parmesan as he wants since you said “Jason loves it the most with that kind of generous amount.”

You knew he was glaring at you, even ignoring him when he pinches your ass. He scoffed at his other siblings who whined on him hoarding all the cheese.

Mind you it was good quality cheese. Imported from Europe, Alfred said. And you even told Jason, cheese from Europe won’t make you shit. You smiled with love to the side-eyeing handsome man; eating his share of plate clean.

#to this day he refuses the pills not because of his trauma but because he hates losing #jason todd will not give up on cheese nor will start drinking almond milk cause it taste shit #everyone has a dirty secret #jason todd rant #jason todd #jason todd x reader #redhood #redhood outlaws #jason todd x y/n #redhood x reader #batfamily #dc x reader #dc universe #jason todd fluff #jason todd drabble

[thatthirdtriplet]

Relationships:

Tim Drake & Jason Todd Tim Drake & Bruce Wayne Batfamily Members & Tim Drake

Characters:

Tim Drake Jason Todd Bruce Wayne Alfred Pennyworth dick Grayson Janet Drake Jack Drake

Additional Tags:

Hurt/Comfort Bruce Wayne is a Good Parent mother Hen Jason Todd hurt Tim Drake Sick Tim Drake Wayne Gala (DCU) Child Neglect implied/Referenced Child Abuse though tim will argue that one Jason doesn't diet Tim Drake-centric concussion’s birthday Fluff bad Parents Jack and Janet Drake not bad people per se but definitely people who should not have had a child ya feel? Hospitals Blood and Injury vomiting 5+1 Things family feels found Family infection stitches medical Inaccuracies I mean i tried my best but i’m no doctor kid Tim Drake Batfamily (DCU) Tim Drake Joins the Batfamily Early

Summary:

Tim is good at galas.

No, scratch that—Tim is great at galas. He’s been attending them ever since the age of three, when his parents first stuffed him into his little Gymboree tuxedo and gave him a stern lecture about ‘sitting quietly’ and ‘speaking when spoken to.’ He knows all the rules: what to wear, how to stand, when to smile, what to say, what not to say. He knows how to come across as polite and intelligent and charming, and on absolutely any other day, he would be rocking this.

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Or, my take on a ‘Tim Joins the Family Early’ AU, told through a series of sleepovers—most of which are unplanned.

Featuring pre-teen Tim, Alive!Jason, and a whole lot of hurt/comfort.

#tim drake #dick grayson #bruce wayne #jason todd #alfred pennyworth #jack drake #janet drake #5 Times Tim Spends the Night at Wayne Manor + 1 Time He Comes Home