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mochegato · 2 years

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A Proposal a Day Keeps the Loneliness Away

“I think we should get married.” Jason threw himself down on the couch next to Marinette with enough force to make the entire couch scoot back a few inches. He scowled at the black TV screen and took a long, aggressive swig from his bottle of beer.

Marinette’s head snapped up from her sketchpad as she scrambled to brace herself from falling off the couch. “What!? Why?”

Jason harumphed and took another drink. "Dick said I had to stop hanging around you. Apparently, I’m not a good influence. And fuck him. I’m doing the exact opposite. He’s not the boss of me. I do what I want.” He turned to Marinette and waggled his eyebrows. “And I want to do you.”

“Romantic,” she deadpanned. “It’s how I’ve always dreamed of being asked.” She shook her head and tossed him the remote before focusing back on her sketch. She flicked her eyes up to him subtly and cleared her throat. “So, he says stay away and your immediate go to is marriage?”

Jason shrugged and continued to flip through the shows, finally settling on a Knight’s game. “As opposite as I could think,” he grunted. He watched her for a second out of the corner of his eye before focusing back on the game.

“Surely a shag would suffice,” she scoffed, focusing on her sketching to stop her cheeks from flushing.

Jason choked on the beer he’d just drunk and turned slowly toward her, his beer still hovering mid-way to rest on his leg. His face split into a broad, mischievous smirk. He leaned closer to her, pushing into her personal space. “Why Miss Dupain Cheng, or should I say soon-to-be-Mrs. Todd, are you propositioning me?”

Marinette swallowed heavily, watching his movements carefully as he quirked his head ever so slightly as he leaned in. Marinette pursed her lips, giving him a flat look and pushed him back with a finger to his forehead. “No, I am not.” She snapped her sketchbook closed and stood up. “Good night, Jason. You don’t have to go home, but you can’t stay here,” she called over her shoulder as she talked toward the bedrooms.

“You’re kicking me out?” he asked incredulously. Marinette had never kicked him out before. She always let him stay regardless of how surly he was. She always gave him a place to clear his head and cool down, usually accompanied by a night filled with laughter and smirking and casual touches he liked to imagine were more than casual.

She sighed and turned back to him. “No, I’m not. You can hide out from your family here. Just don’t make too much noise.”

“Are you insinuating that I’m rowdy?” he gasped, drawing a hand to his chest dramatically.

Marinette couldn’t stop the smile that spread across her lips. Jason was the biggest, loudest burliest dork she had ever met. She quickly schooled her face and raised an eyebrow at him. “Are you insinuating I would be wrong?” she challenged.

“No,” Jason chuckled. “Just checking.”

Marinette shook her head and turned back around. “Night, Jay.”

Jason narrowed his eyes at her retreating figure. “I'm not giving up,” he called after her. “I'm going to convince you to marry me.”

“Good luck with that,” she called over her shoulder as she disappeared into the bathroom.

“You'd know all about luck. I'm taking that as encouragement,” he hollered loud enough to be heard over the running water from brushing her teeth.

She refused to look at him as she walked across the hallway into her bedroom. “You can take it as a dismissal.”

Jason grinned at her closed door. “Nah, I'm taking it as approval. Good night, my love.” He could practically feel the annoyed huff he knew she must have let out. A beaming smile settled on his lips as he eased back into the couch to watch the game, already planning his next move.

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He continued finding new and increasingly frustrating ways to propose every few weeks. The first one was at a Knight’s game. They had gone as a group with seats by the bullpen. Not close to the action, but a good view of the field. Marinette was thoroughly enjoying her first baseball game. She had no idea what was happening, but it looked like she wasn’t the only one. Jason got down on his knee during the seventh inning stretch, when coincidentally, the cameramen were searching for couples for the kiss cam.

Marinette had looked around horrified and slunk down in her seat, outdone only by Duke who was fully pretending to not be associated with them in any way, all while Jason laughed his ass off. Dick did not find it to be as funny. He turned red and blustered, pulling Jason away from Marinette harshly enough that Jason almost fell over the railing into the bullpen. “What are you doing?” he hissed at Jason.

“Trying to make a happy future for the woman I love and me,” Jason grinned. “Why does anyone propose?”

Marinette snorted and shook her head, returning her attention to the game and stealing a handful of popcorn from Duke, who had scooted so far away from them, he was almost in the next seat. She couldn’t manage to wipe the smile from her face. Whatever mortification she had experienced earlier was quickly replaced with delight at seeing Dick’s reaction. The redder he got, the funnier it seemed. It served him right for trying to decide who Marinette hung out with.

Dick groaned and tightened his grip on Jason for a second before pushing him away. “I get it. Now, will you stop!”

Jason studied him for a moment before flicking his eyes over to Marinette to verify she wasn’t upset. Once he spotted the poorly concealed smirk, he looked back at Dick with an even wider smile. “No.”

Dick let out a frustrated growl and pushed Jason into the next seat over, placing himself in the seat between Marinette and Jason and taking long, harsh drinks from his beer.

The next proposal was a flash mob in Robinson Park. He somehow managed to get enough people to show up to form the words, “Marry Me Marinette”. She had no idea how he’d found so many people, because using her real name required a lot. He even got someone to fly a drone up to get an aerial view of the scene and record it for posterity. The most incredible part of it was Jason taking the lead in singing Can’t Take My Eyes Off You, while the rest of the mob danced around him. Marinette still said no, but she laughed with him the entire time. The smile didn’t leave her lips for an entire month afterwards.

Not all of them were such public declarations. Sometimes he would just send flowers with a note, “Marry me?” Sometimes it was while they were resting on patrol, just the two of them there, but the entire family could hear. Which, she reminded herself, was the entire point. Once he even showed up at her work to propose, which caused an uproar that interfered with work for the rest of the day. After the reaming he got from Marinette’s boss, Jason didn’t return to her work even to hang out for several months, which Marinette missed more than she could say.

By far, the most entertaining, entertaining but mortifying, proposal was in the middle of a Justice League meeting. Red Robin was presenting, on behalf of Batman, on Klarion’s recent activities, which disturbingly enough appeared to involve obtaining a miraculous. He was just explaining Klarion’s last known location when instead of a map with locations marked on it, a slide with the text “Marry me, Ladybug” and a background image of Red Hood’s helmet, appeared instead.

Marinette let out a silent whimper and looked to the ceiling for patience. She pursed her lips, biting them from the inside, in order to keep from smiling while Diana clapped in excitement, Arthur let out a quiet curse about them joining forces, and Clark stared between the two of them confused. The rest of the League members whispered and gossiped, not so quietly, about what was happening, when had they started dating, and what kind of catering Bruce would provide for the wedding, although she was pretty sure that last one was just Hal.

But as entertaining as most of the proposals were, they were starting to wear on her. He was putting more effort into the joke than anyone had ever put into dating her. And yet, she couldn’t find it in herself to ask him to stop. He looked so proud of himself with each proposal. Each meticulously planned and thought through and brought to fruition flawlessly. She was happy about them because they made him happy.

His next proposal just seemed to highlight the shift for Marinette. They were hanging out, him reading a book and her sketching. Dick, Tim, and for some reason, Roy were on the other side of the room looking through a case file. She just so happened to look up and caught Jason’s eye. She could tell nothing good was going to happen next based on the devilish look in Jason’s eyes. “You know…” he started. His grin widened and he started to sing lowly. “It’s a beautiful night, I’m looking for something dumb to do. Hey baby…” Marinette raised a curious eyebrow. She had never been called baby in her entire life. “I think I wanna marry you.”

The entire room was silent for a few seconds before Roy burst out laughing. Dick huffed in annoyance, but the corner of his lips had quirked up at the edges. Once he had gotten past the shock of Jason proposing and realized it was all a friendly buffoonery, he started easing into the joke as well. He would never make suggestions to encourage it, of course, but he did occasionally leave web pages open on the computer or pamphlets of interest laying around.

But Marinette and Tim just stared at him. Marinette blinked a few times and started to open her mouth, but Tim beat her to it. “Did you just say someone marrying Mari would be dumb?”

Jason blinked at him. “No, of course I didn’t.” He looked at Marinette so she could laugh with him, but her face was pinched as she watched him. “It’s a song,” he explained hastily, suddenly very nervous about his joke. “About getting married.”

Marinette rolled her eyes at him, but the movements were wooden and stilted. “You already used a song,” she said crisply. “2 out of 10 for unoriginality.”

She went back to her sketching without looking back up. It was starting to get insulting, the fact that he was so sure wanting to marry her was funny. It hurt worse because with all the time she’d spent with him over the year, even more since he was hanging out so he had more opportunities to propose, she’d started to actually like the jerk. She was falling for him, and he was pounding home the fact that he though being with her was laughable.

The worst part was that the press was in on the joke now. They reveled in reporting on his latest attempt at finding her dream proposal. Each proposal had half page spreads in the papers and minutes long discussions on the news filled with laughter and jokes, much to Marinette’s mortification. Admittedly, it could be worse. They could think he was serious and paint her as using him and abusing his affection but being laughed at wasn’t a lot better.

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Marinette eyed his overly innocent expression suspiciously. He hadn’t approached her at all the entire night beyond a kiss on her cheek when she first arrived. He hadn’t even gazed at her, keeping his attention on the Kents as he asked them about their trip from the farm, the drive over to the manor from Metropolis, their plans while they were visiting. He was nothing but the picture of respectful and engaged.

It was incredibly suspicious.

She was fairly sure he would behave himself in front of Ma and Pa Kent. Everyone seemed to be on their best behavior for the Kents in a way they weren’t with anyone else. But this was Jason so… nothing was assured. She was on edge the entire night, jumping at every innocent sound and movement. She was positive Ma Kent must have thought there was something wrong with her. She was shooting Marinette sympathetic looks all night long.

By the time dessert came around, Marinette was wound so tight she was ready to snap at the slightest stimulant, but she was determined to leave Ma Kent with a better impression of her than what she’d seen so far. When Alfred brought out the pie Ma Kent had made, Marinette saw her opportunity. “Oh! American pie!” she cheered. She smiled at Ma Kent. “If you have time, I’d be honored if you would teach me how to make an apple pie. My parents taught me how to make most pastries, but American pies are so different from French pastries.”

Ma Kent smiled warmly at Marinette. “I’d love to, dear. You can come over while we’re in Metropolis or you can have Clark bring you out to the farm for a visit.”

Marinette was almost bouncing in her seat in excitement. “That sounds amazing! Are you sure?”

Ma Kent chuckled and tried to reach for her hand to squeeze it in reassurance, but Marinette was too far away. “Of course, dear.” She shook her head and took the plate of pie from Alfred. “You couldn’t be any more difficult to teach than Jason,” she teased.

Marinette froze along with the rest of the room. Their heads seemed to move as one toward Jason’s seat only to find it empty. Their heads whipped to Alfred who cleared his throat lightly. He was standing next to Jason, who had gone to cut the pie for Alfred so he could serve the pieces. “I was delightful,” he scoffed. “I’ve always been a good student.”

Ma Kent raised an eyebrow but didn’t correct him. Marinette stared at Jason suspiciously, watching his every move. He smirked at her and handed two plates to Alfred, pointing to one of them and nodding toward Marinette. Marinette’s eyes never left Jason’s as Alfred set the plates down in front of her and Dick. Jason snickered and motioned for her to take a bite, but Marinette didn’t move. She was dying to try a bite but was absolutely positive he was up to something and that something involved the slice of pie in front of her.

She narrowed her eyes at him and lifted her fork, while the rest of the family watched her closely. Dick was watching her so intently, it was a miracle the forkfuls of pie were making it into his mouth at all. Instead of taking a bite of the slice, she dug into it, tearing it apart looking for the ring she knew he had to have hidden in her slice. He was none too subtle about it either. Her piece had been decorated with a pastry engagement ring.

But after a few minutes and completely destroying the slice, she still hadn’t found the ring. Her face scrunched into a confused frown that she found matched on Jason’s face when she caught his eye. Suddenly Dick started coughing next to her. The realization seemed to hit all of them at the same time. Marinette was up and trying to help Dick in an instant, panic permeating every part of her being. She followed Bruce and Alfred as they rushed him down to the med bay for testing, followed closely by most of the rest of the family.

Jason stared after them for a few moments the shock of what just happened not quite settling in yet. He was barely aware of Ma Kent asking the rest of the family what they were doing just standing around when there were dishes to take to the kitchen and wash, or the rest of the family shuffling out on her orders.

As soon as the family was out of the room, he collapsed into a chair and ran his hand over his face. He startled when he felt a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Are you okay, son?”

Jason chuckled mirthlessly. “Might have just killed my brother and put an end to my little game.”

“Game?” she asked curiously.

Jason sighed and met her eyes just for a moment. “The proposal. I’ve been proposing to Marinette in different ways for the past few months.” He grinned up at her. “My best was proposing at a Jagged Stone concert. I got him to sing her favorite song of his and put a bow tie with a ring tied to it on his pet crocodile. He plodded up to her like he was in on the plot. It was brilliant.”

Ma watched him analytically. “People don’t usually propose without meaning it.” She settled back in her seat; eyes still intent on him. “Are you sure it was all just a game.”

“Yeah,” Jason assured her. “Mostly to piss off Dick for telling me I wasn’t allowed to hang out with her.”

Ma nodded in understanding. “Awfully extreme measures just to teach a lesson. That one proposal alone must have taken a lot of planning.”

“It did,” Jason confirmed. “That one took weeks.” His eyes unfocused for a second and his lips quirked up as if remembering something. “But you should have seen the smile on her face. She giggled randomly for weeks.”

“That sounds like a much better result than tonight’s,” she noted.

Jason sighed and fell back against the chair. “Definitely.” He scrunched his eyes closed. “I thought I had that planned out so well. I don’t know how the ring shifted in the pie.” He opened his eyes, a newfound determination in them. “Next time, I’m going to have to make sure there’s less chance for error.”

Ma narrowed her eyes at him just slightly. “You’re going to keep doing it then?”

Jason nodded. “Of course. I’ve never had more fun with a joke before. And you should see her eyes after I do it.”

“You know,” Ma started out slowly, “When Clark was a boy, he had the sweetest crush on little Rachel Perkins from school.” Jason stared at her incredulously, not sure if he was mortified at hearing about Clark’s love life or excited about having dirt on him. “He used to use any excuse to talk to her. Eventually, he started making jokes with her and teasing her. Pretty soon, she stopped talking to him all together and for the life of him, Clark could not figure out why.”

She fixed Jason with a look. “It was easier to joke than to actually talk to her. Thought it made him less vulnerable that way. And it’s a pretty effective method… until someone thinks you’re making a joke out of them.”

Jason opened his mouth to argue but quickly closed it. He wasn’t about to argue with Ma Kent. She was wrong, obviously, because Marinette didn’t feel like that. He would know. But he wasn’t about to tell Ma Kent that. So, he nodded instead. “I understand. Thanks.” Ma eyed him for a few more moments but finally nodded and patted him on the shoulder on her way out.

He continued to stare out the window for a while longer considering all the ways Ma Kent had to be wrong and all the proof he had that she was, until movement caught his eye. He looked again and just caught sight of Marinette as she was wandering into the trees. He was out the door before he could think twice. He knew where she was going without having to see her making her way there.

Sure enough, he found her standing next to her favorite spot, by a small brook that ran through the property. He made his way closer until he was standing right behind her. “Didn’t exactly turn out the way I anticipated,” he said quietly. “I promise next time will go better.”

Marinette whirled around on him, her eyes narrowed in frustration and anger. “What?” she hissed.

Jason froze at her frosty glare. She had never responded to him that way before. He’d seen her angry, in fact, he’d seen her furious, but never with him. “When I… the next time… you know when…” he stuttered.

She groaned and ran her hands through her already messed up hair. “Why do you keep doing this?” she demanded. “Why do you keep asking. It isn’t funny and it’s starting to hurt.”

Jason’s eyes widened. He reached out for her, but she stepped away from him. “Marinette I never…”

“Never what? Meant to make the idea of marrying me into a joke?”

He shook his head vehemently. “No, I checked. I watched you. You were laughing!” Her lips pursed impossibly close until no pink could be seen anymore. Jason immediately deflated and dropped his head into his hands. “I’m so sorry, Pixie. I never meant to make you feel like a joke.” He took a tentative step closer to her. When she didn’t step back again, he took another and settled his hands on her shoulders. “You are not and never have been a joke.” He ducked his head down to meet her eyes. “What you are, is absolutely amazing and far too good for me. Anyone would be lucky to have you as a wife. Anyone.”

Marinette scoffed. “Says the man that didn’t mean any of it.”

Jason scrunched his face and watched her silently for a few moments before finding the words. “I think I did.”

Marinette gasped at him. “Excuse me?”

Jason took a deep breath and let out a light chuckle as Ma Kent’s words came back to him. “I think I fell in love with you a long time ago but was too… but didn’t want to risk...” He sighed again. “I don’t think you realize how amazing you are, Marinette. And how terrifying the thought of losing you is. But if you'd have me, I'd work to be the best husband and father.”

He searched her eyes for a moment before a determined look set in his eyes. Without a second thought, he knelt on one knee, a light breeze blowing through the flowers, surrounding them in their scent, and brushing through the tree branches above, causing the light to mottle over them. The peaceful sounds of the birds chirping and the nearby brook babbling along were the only sounds that could be heard until Jason added to it, his voice sincere and deep.

“Marinette you are the most amazing person I have ever met. You make every part of my life better just by knowing you’re there. You are a sanctuary for me when I need a safe place to escape the pressures and negativity and recover. You are my reason to recover. You are my salvation. You are my smile. When I picture my future, the only thing I see is you. Everything else is details for me. I would love for us to have a family in a home that’s just a little too small for us so we’re all tripping over each other and can’t help but run into each other even when we’re trying not to. Or a home with a library where you can lay your head on my lap as I read and you sketch.

“But all I really need is you. I love you Marinette. I’ve been in love with you for a long, long time. Marinette Dupain-Cheng, will you marry me?”

Marinette’s eyes glistened with tears and a brilliant smile split her lips. She gazed down at him with such love and affection, seeing her future with him in his eyes. Her voice was barely more than a whisper when she answered. “No.”

Jason choked and almost fell over. “Wha... um... yeah... okay.”

He started to withdraw his hands and stand up to make a hasty retreat, but Marinette stopped him. She pulled him closer to her and cupped his face softly. “I love you, Jason Todd.” The honesty in her voice only served to confuse him more, causing his face to scrunch in bewilderment.

“But we haven’t even dated yet. We know each other but we don’t know what it’s like to be in a relationship with each other. We don’t know each other enough to know when we’re upset or how to respond when we do know. I want us to know each other before we get married and definitely before we have a family. We both have so many issues and are both stubborn as Hell. It’s going to be an issue and we need to know how to work through it.”

She took a step closer to him until her chest was brushing against his. “I want us to last. I want us to be happy and have a family. I want all the things you said,” she assured him. “So, I want to make sure we do it right.”

Jason set his hands on her hips tentatively. When she didn’t shy away, he put pressure on them to pull her flush against him. “So... not no, just, not yet,” he clarified.

“Yes,” she confirmed with a grin.

Jason’s lips broke into a brilliant smile. “I can work with that.” He leaned down until he was close enough to feel her breath tickle his lips. His eyes darted up to hers, seeking permission, but instead of meeting her gaze, her eyes were focused on his lips. He pushed forward the remaining distance, pressing his lips lightly against hers, just a brush of lips, but enough to send a trill through his body.

He pulled away, but Marinette’s hands shot out around his neck to pull him back, harder against her lips. Her kiss was more insistent, demanding his attention and affection, which Jason was more than glad to give and demand in return. His hands wound around her hips and up her sides to her face. He couldn’t settle on where to focus his attention. He wanted to touch her everywhere. But after a few minutes he pulled away, just enough to speak. “But next time, I’m going to get the proposal perfect.”

Marinette chuckled against his smirk. “You already did.” She looked up to meet his eyes. “I just wanted it to be heartfelt and from someone I love.” She pushed up to kiss him. “This one was perfect and the next one will be too, because it will be from you and because, hopefully, you’ll mean it.”

Jason nodded. “I will,” he assured her, pulling her into another searing kiss. “I’ll always mean it.” @maribat-calendar-events @jasonette-july-event

Extra: Damn it, I'm going to have to marry her I mean… you don't have to marry her No, no I'm going to marry her

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iibonniee · 3 years

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Sweetheart (Jason Todd)

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When you steal someone’s heart it always feels like you’ve completed something. That a piece of you was now filled and no longer empty. When Jason stole your heart, well he finally understood what it was like to feel whole. His world, the once dark and shitty one had now been lighter all because of you. He should thank his older brother, but Jason could never give him the satisfaction.

Jason couldn’t help but sigh like an idiot on cloud nine as he watched you clean up the mess you had made. You, Y/N, had been the best damn thing to come into his life. This thing of sunshine and sweetness, but you knew how to control it. He caught your eye as you smiled waving towards him. A small blush crept onto his face as he turned away and back towards the tv. Your feet were too silent the only indication you were behind him were your hands beginning to massage his shoulders.

“Hey, handsome.” You whispered, kissing his cheek. He glanced towards his left to see your face, a smile so damn bright and genuine he could’ve sworn his heart did a backflip. “Is that spot taken? It looks rather lonely.”

Jason couldn’t help but laugh at your sentence. Instead of an answer, he gestured towards the seat watching as you gleamed at him before running around with something behind your back. Jason raised a brow, but you wouldn’t let him have it just yet.

“Whatcha got gorgeous?” The sweet nickname caused a blush to rush to your face this time. You giggled slightly, giving him slight puppy eyes.

“Promise you won’t judge?”

“I’ve never judged you,” He paused, giving you a gentle smile. “And I won’t start today.”

The small glint in your eye told Jason his words reached you well. Your hands came from behind your back showing a small box that seemed to be holding a thing of cards. The front had beautifully crafted words and snippets of art.

“Ok before you go and ask any questions let me explain.” A laugh escaped your lips as you handed the box to him. “For 50 days I want you to take one and read it out loud. I have written 50 reasons why I love you.” You watched as the confusion on his face was quickly changed to what you could assume was happiness.

“You’re such a dork, you know that?” He didn’t allow you a chance to respond as he tackled you with his fingers going to work on your sides. A loud bellowing laugh came from you. One so loud his neighbors might pound on his door and demand him to be quiet, but it was one he cherished so much and thought about often when he was in a dark situation.

“Jay! Stop!” You cried attempting to draw his hands away with little success. This man was just as strong as his brother. You’d make sure to yell at Dick for telling Jason about your biggest secret. “I-I can’t breathe! I’m gonna die.”

“No dying.” His fingers stopped, one hand resting on your waist as the other cupped your cheek. He listened as your laughter died down, the only thing remaining was a smile. “How do your cheeks not hurt? You smile so much.”

“Want me to never smile again, Todd?”

“If you stopped smiling, I might as well stop breathing.” He uttered as he kissed your nose, feeling it scrunch up beneath his lips. He chuckled softly, replacing his lips with his own nose.

“Now now,” He heard you tsk feeling your hands run through his hair. “We can’t have that now, can we?”

He hummed, finally pressing his own lips to yours. It was a soft kiss. One filled with so much love he swore everyone in the apartment building could feel their affection.

“Jay, I gotta start heading home.” That sentence had him groaning.

“Can’t you stay for the night?”

“No Jay.” Lightly pushing him off he complied with a grunt moving to stand with you. “I’ve stayed for the past 3 nights. I need to go home every once in a while.”

“Weeelll why not move in with me?” This caused you to turn to him with a brow as you shrugged your jacket on. “I mean we’ve been together for a good bit of time, you practically live here, and I wouldn’t have to worry about you being home alone.”

You smiled softly at your boyfriend. Who would’ve known under all of that hard exterior laid a man so soft. You knew he only allowed certain people to see it. Maybe just you if anything.

“Would it be Jason or Red Hood?” You winked as you kissed his now red cheek. “I’ll text you when I’m home.”

Jason watched as you left now holding a soft frown. He waited a minute before he ran towards his room. There was no way in hell he was letting her walk home alone in Gotham. He quickly found his gear and he swore he never changed so fast. He knew the speech you’d give him if you caught him. It was one he had grown all too familiar with but he couldn’t help but feel like a terrible boyfriend if he let you out this late alone.

The chilly Gotham air seeped through Jason’s uniform. He shuttered using his grappling hook to swing to the next building.

‘No sign of Y/N.’ He bit his lip remembering the exact route you always took. His attention was quickly brought to a man grunting. He ran towards the edge of a building, his blood turning to ice as he saw you ducking the man’s punch following up with your own. He was so interested in the way you took care of him. His heart for a moment almost stopped when he saw another man run towards you wielding a knife. He swung it viciously hoping to get a hit, but with one well-timed block, you had somehow managed to incapacitate him.

“I know you’re out there Red Hood.”

Shit.

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liquid-luck-00 · 3 years

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Ao3 *** Part 2

@maribatmarch-2k21 Day 2: First Time

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The first time Marinette died she was six. She had been walking along the sieve with her papa when she was pushed and fell into the river. She doesn't remember how long it was until the doctors started her heart again after having drowned. Her parents told her it was the scariest 10 minutes of their lives but she doesn't remember that.

What she remembers is the garden. A ring of flowers circled the garden, a small pond in the center surrounded by lush soft grass. A willow tree with two swings hang from its branches on one side of the pond. On the other a long bench with a podium next to it. She went over and on the podium were two stone tablets, one was blank. The other had Marinette written in elegant script, a single line was the only thing on the tablet with her name.

That was when she blinked and her eyes fluttered open.

"She's back. We got her back." she heard but it seemed like she had cotton in her ears.

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The next time she was in the garden she was now 14. It was during Desperada that she died again, and again, and again. The kept being time missing but that was thanks to the snake miraculous. At one point she just stood or sat at the podium when she would arrive. At roughly every 2,000 deaths she would remember them all. When her number hit 34,559 and the other stayed blank she was ready to scream.

She has now died 34,559 times and 34,558 of those times were because of Adrien. The count had changed from tallies to just a number at some point.

She was going to say something when she appeared in front of Adrien for the up tenth time but he beat her.

"Sass, scales rest." The poor Kwamii nearly fell from the air in pure exhaustion. "It's been 4 months."

She cut him off. "I know?”

"Wait!!! How do you know."

"34, 558 times you rewound." Both Adrien and Sass stared at her.

"You are a Gray-Soul.” Sass exclaimed, “When did you get the memories."

"Around every 2,000 and about 17 times so I don't remember the last 500 of them." Adrien seemed to sigh in relief.

"Give it a week," Sass spoke, Adrien paled but that was a problem for future her.

She nodded. "Okay, but we need to deal with Desperada."

With Luka's help they finally were able to defeat Desperada. Okay sure she was bitter toward Chat during that fight, he hadn’t shown up earlier, but it was understandable. Okay she did die again with Luka but that was only once. She begrudgingly fist bumped them both in the end, but she was tired.

"M' lady are you alright?"

"Huh. Ya, Ya I'm good." she waved him off and left soon after.

A week later unfortunately, during yet another attack did her memories return.

"LB are you okay!" Chat asked her. Her gaze became steely and that akuma didn't stand a chance.

"Meet me at the tower in 15 minutes." Mari's voice was cold and serious. She gritted out attempting to process before swinging away.

"So Kitty anything you want to confess to or should I just tell you what I remember."

"Um... I'm.. I'm sorry," he was crestfallen.

"I'm not mad at you Adrien." she consoled. "It was a shock and I'm processing."

"I knew you didn't want to reveal and I'm sorry." He blurted, tears brimmed his eyes as he shrunk on himself.

"Hey, hey look at me." she placed her hands on his shoulders. "Would you believe me if I told you I used to have the biggest crush on you."

"You what?!"

"Ya but I just found out what a dork you are," she grinned flicking his nose.

"Am not!" he pouted.

"Are too Agreste."

"Fine, will you tell me who you are since you know me?

"Marinette. I'm Marinette, Adrien." she chuckled.

"Will you go on a date with me?" He looked hopeful.

'Sigh' "I'm sorry but no Adrien." he was going to protest but she stopped him. "Yes, I used to have a crush on you, but that kind of died after my 8,000 the death." he winced and she chuckled. "Adrien you are my best friend, no matter what Alya thinks. Your my partner and I trust you with my life, just not with the snake again," This time they both laughed.

"But the Ladybug and Black Cat are soulmates."

"Maybe we are. Just not romantically." she laughed at the confusion clear on his face. "there is more than one type of soulmates. I think we are more Platonic or even sibling soulmates."

"So you are like my sister, or should I say my soul sister."

"I guess you can see it that way."

"Hey soul sister." He had begun to sing.

"No don't!"

"Ain’t that Mr. Mister on the radio, stereo, the way you move ain't fair you know." he wiggled his eyebrows.

"Definitely my brother, no romance." she deadpanned.

---

Of all of those on the Miraculous team she is the only gray-soul. Everyone on the miraculous team has died at least a handful of times, but who hasn't in Paris. They asked her about it but it was always the same. Just her number rose each time.

A year later she and Adrien had swapped miraculous to practice with the other's power. Unfortunately she was hit before Vipereon was on the scene.

She was in the garden and she noticed him. "Oh!" she startled as did the boy. He was taller than her, black hair and ocean blue eyes. "Is it your first time?" She walked over to the podium.

"First time for what?" he asked.

"Here, dying." She shrugged. 34,999 she read a note that now appeared on her tablet. STOP DYING ALREADY!!! She chuckled at that.

"How are you so god damn calm about this! We're dead!" he screamed.

She gave him a bored look and pointed at the podium. He moved over to see what she was pointing at.

"What the Fuck! Okay so that explains how your so calm." On one side was Marinette her death total and her note, on the other side was the name Jason in elegant script and a single tally.

"So here's a run down. We are called Gray-souls this is the Go-Between or limbo. You can only die and revive once or ya know some 36 thousand times."

"You've actually died and revived that many times."

"Unfortunately." she gave him an eye roll and a small push.

"Want to tell me about it?"

"It's a long story and I don't know if I could finish it."

"Why wouldn't you, we have as much time as we want right now?"

"Once the cure is cast I'll be revived and that will be max 30 minutes."

"Fine, but you will tell me when we both get out of here."

"Okay!" She nodded and went to shake his hand.

"I'm Jason Peter Todd."

"Marinette Dupain-Cheng. How will we you know, know it's the other person?"

Jason's tablet seemed to answer as it glowed drawing their attention.

Look among the Bats and the Birds for,

the Ladybug among the Menagerie.

They both stared at those words recognizing which part meant them. Marinette was about to say something but felt the all too familiar pull.

"Until next time, Jason, or should I say Gray." she nudged him with her elbow.

"Smell ya later Marinette Gray." he nudged her back with a smirk.

She waved and vanished from the garden. She never told anyone what happened that time, but those words were a constant whisper in her head.

~~~~~~~~~~

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khneltea · 3 years

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Jasonette headcannon #1 section b.

Woah, so apparently y'all like this stuff. Uhm, takes inspiration from @mochegato and @SquareBrain on AO3

↬ Jason will never admit that he felt scared out of his wits as he rocked up to the shop

↬ nope, nuh-uh, never

↬ the store owner who stood a head shorter than him wasn't scary in the slightest

↬ so, dressed up in his best leather jacket and jeans, plus that old red shirt that may or may not have a bullet hole in it somewhere but was the best one he could find, he opened the door to the shop

↬ only to tremble in his boots at who was in the shop (whether it was anger or sheer fear, he will not admit to either and will deny all allegations of said trembling)

↬ inside was 2 of the biggest crime lords in Gotham, the one from the docks and the one from the underground, notorious for trying to tear each other's throats out, sitting peacefully on pretty pink cushions and enjoying pastries and tea out of tiny dainty tea cups

↬ what.the.actual.fuck.

↬ the glaringly pink (he supposed that was the theme) door to the right suddenly burst open and out comes the lady of the hour, and behind her was a very hot teenage girl (about 15 years old), but for some reason, he didn't really pay attention to her

↬ all eyes were on the two ladies, the hot one giggling away about a quinceañera while the owner of the shop smiled serenely, surveying the surroundings (probably checking if there was a gang war)

↬ her bluebell eyes popped out when they saw him (he says it was because he was handsome, but don't listen to him-)

↬ "hello! Welcome to my boutique, would you like to take a seat while checking our ready-made garments? Or are you here for a commision?"

↬ "uhhhhhhh..." Jason didn't think that far ahead. And it's hard going impromptu when there was a beautiful lady devoting all her attention on him

↬ she smiled like she knew exactly what he was thinking

↬ "why don't you take a seat, monsieur, and I'll help you out dans juste un instant (oh gosh, I'm sorry all you people who speak french who are going to call me out for using Google translate-)"

↬ so he's just sitting there, a tiny tea cup with little black cats and ladybugs on the sides held in his hands as he sees her negotiating a purchase with one of the mobster groups

↬ he nearly sighed in relief when the crime lord by the docks left with the gorgeous girl (probably his daughter now that he thought about it) after leaving a heavy briefcase and a business card in exchange for a beautiful sleek gown and matching accessories

↬ kinda scared him how friendly they both seemed to the store owner and how...warm that look in both the father and daughter's eyes were

↬ and he couldn't help but flinch when the crime lord from Gotham underground (is this a thing-) grins while the blue eyed woman started taking his measurements

↬ "doll, you're always welcome to come over anytime. You're good at business, I need more people like that."

↬ she has the fucking audacity to laugh. Laugh, I tell you

↬ "non, non, monsieur. I am quite happy with my little shop over here. Besides, the young ones would miss my pastries too much if I moved."

↬ he waved a hand. "Those street rats? If that's all that it takes to get you on my side, then consider them to be in better protection and care than those kids Wayne adopts every 5 seconds."

↬ got to say, his heart went thump when he pieced together that she took care of the street kids

↬ she grins "well, you're already giving them protection for living in my block, so that's all I need. Don't worry about the rest, I've got it covered."

↬ the crime lord shrugs. "Eh, I don't really care about the brats. But you, you're the one that needs protecting. Where else will I be getting these good suits that don't tear all the goddamn time from knives and guns? Plus, what's another 5 or 6 men patrolling this area to keep my favourite designer safe? If it makes you happy that they're inadvertently looking out for the kids, then better for me."

↬ wait those suits protected him from knives and guns????? Who the hell was this woman???

↬ smiling in response, but not as brightly anymore, she stood up, jotting down some notes in her book

↬ "alright, monsieur, you'll have to come in to a fitting on Saturday, presumably before your interaction with Monsieur Falcone at 1pm, so would it be presumptuous to ask if you come in at 10:30?"

↬ "not at all, my dear! it's a pleasure of doing business with you"

↬ "also, preferably, don't wear the flashy red suit you have, might i recommend the blue one from the fitting before last week's? Monsieur Falcone would gladly appreciate the red suit blaring in his eyes after the concussion he received recently"

↬ wait

↬ how the fuck did she know that

↬ falcone got that last night (he should know, he gave it to him)

↬ and the only ones who should know about it right now are him, Falcone, and no one else

↬ either this kid was magic, or she was Alfred level shit (he's still not convinced that Alfred is fully human)

↬ "thanks doll" and the crime lord leaves

↬ she turns to him, smiles and everything

↬ "alright, monsieur hood, what would you like to purchase today? or are you still having difficulty choosing?"

↬ uhm fuck ok

↬ how the hell do you talk to pretty, badass women that can probably take over the entirety of Gotham in a day

↬ "uhhhhhh got anything in red that doesn't make me look like a fucking period stain?"

↬ she giggled in a way that you know it's not flirting but just generally found it funny, and he thought it was the creation of the universe

↬ "i'm sure we can find you something, monsieur hood."

↬ proceeds to pull him up (what the fuck she was so strong for such a tiny girl) and lead him to the back room

↬ fabrics upon fabrics upon fabrics lay everywhere in chaos, but he felt like if he moved something, the balance of the room would be upset

↬ finally comes to a bar that ran from one end of a rack to the other, thin fabrics lining it

↬ the blue-eyed girl takes a beautiful black silk cravat with red embroidery that boldly stood out (yes, he knows what a cravat is, sue him for wanting to know what Mr Knightley, Mr Bingley, and Mr Darcy wore in the books) and drapes it over his neck, critically eyeing it

↬ in the process, pulling him down by the neck to look at it and being very close to her pink plump lips

↬ uhm fuck what do i do what do i say who am i what is life what the fuck austen you didn't prepare me for this-

↬ "as i thought", she says, "this is a good colour scheme for you, but probably more of a black with a tinge of brown and a more muted red colour scheme for everyday use."

↬ she walks away and comes back with a measuring tape and measures his neck, shoulders, arms, and starts measuring around the torso

↬ he doesn't even register this because of how efficient she is and because he was used to it from living with Bruce fucking Wayne (he won't admit that he was just too distracted by the way her dainty little fingers brushed against the back of his ears as she leaned forward to check the measurements, nor when they fluttered against his biceps and chest)

↬ when she's done, she starts writing measurements and mumbling under her breath, which snaps him out of his stupor

↬ "why did you take my measurements?"

↬ "a good cravat needs a good suit, and what better than for me to make a matching one when I have the time and resources to do it?"

↬ she fucking grinned at him like a devious minx who knew more about him than she should and he melted a bit.

↬ just a little bit.

↬ turning around, she stuck her hand out, still smiling like a fucking seductress

↬ "I'll be making your suit and cravats, let's hope to a wonderful relationship, it's going to be a pleasure working with you."

↬ he tried to match her smile, but ended up feeling like a dork with his heart beating 200 times a second. and he felt like an even bigger dork when he took her hand and gave her a small kiss on the knuckles. "believe me, the pleasure is all mine, dove. might i dare, i fain would ask, for your sweet name? that while a rose by any other name would smell as sweet, i feel that yours would double in so."

↬ she smiled back at him.

↬ "why, good sir, it is a good show of faith in the honey to the flower of life, as Hugo quotes, but I wish you would take me to dinner first before such matters. My name, you ask? It is Marinette, Marinette Dupain-Cheng."

↬ He smirked. "My name is Jason Todd."

↬ "I know, Monsieur Hood."

↬ "Wait, how the fuck do you know-"

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anothertimdrakestan · 4 years

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Could you write a hc about watching a scary movie with the batboys(including terry and duke!)?

Watching Scary Movies W/ The Batboys HC

ahhh this is so cute! i'm such a scaredy cat too lmao so i made this extra soft and fluffy 🥰 thank you!

Damian Wayne:

- he'd be completely unaware anything was wrong until he turned to complain to you about the cringeworthy acting and saw you flinching into the sofa

- to try to comfort you in his own damian way he'd point out all the flaws in the movie with you, eventually you were both too busy complaining about the poor camera angles and idiocy of the murderer to be scared

- for one certain jump scare damian flinched, immidiently reaching for your hand, and you continued to clench his for the rest of the film

- as you both whispered about the murderer being a complete dumbass for not grabbing the biggest knife he was softly rubbing circles on the back of your hand because as much as he could distract you, he never wanted you to feel scared, ever.

- you never enjoyed scary movies until damian made them fun, and damian never enjoyed fun until he was having it with you

Duke Thomas:

- i strongly believe duke doesn't like them either and you can fight me on this

- you'd watch them together in broad daylight to get over your shared fear, taking turns hyping each other up while the other was buried in someone's lap

- "WHO ARE WE?" "BADASSES" "WHAT ARE WE SCARED OF?" "NOTHING" "NOTHINGGGG LETS GOOO"

five minutes later (sponge bob voice)

- "wait babe hold me i'm scared" (you can decide who said this ;)

- steph coming up behind you both and giving you the jumpscare of your lives just when duke was finally getting confident

- "AHHH- III EEEEYEEE WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOUUUU OH I WILL ALWAYS LOVEEE YOUUU Y/NNNN" "d you jumped off the couch" "i wanted to serenade y/n shut up"

- definitely giving up half way in and making empty promises to come back next time, the fam always teases duke for being a badass in every other way but crying at a single horror movie but youre quick to defend your favorite batboy to anyone who challenges him

Tim Drake:

- tim thinks horror movies are stupid, hes seen more horror than anyone needs but he's never one to miss family movie night when you're over

- surrounded by dick, who is always excited, bruce, who is probably half asleep, and damian, who is practically chained to the couch- family movie night is truly something else but tim loves it when he's with you

- whenever it's dick's turn to choose a movie (or jason's if he ever shows up) he's picking horror and tim secretly likes it because it's an excuse to cuddle you and make damian sick to his stomach

- usually you'll end up clutching on to his hoodie while he sweetly combs his fingers through your hair and whispers whatever's happening in the movie to you

- "okay babe now stupid blonde girl is going upsta- uh!" "oh my god tim what happened" "er- shh it's okay! it's okay! just a little scare, now she's uh- dead but it's fine! now the big y'all jock guy is next youve gotta watch it'll be funny!"

- damian might actively gag when tim peppers your face in kisses while you giggle through the movie but it makes movie night all the more memorable, plus tim loves seeing you surrounded by his family, nothing makes him happier than being close to those he loves

Jason Todd:

- jason adores watching horror movies with you, the gore never bothered him but he likes to have you sit in his lap wrapped in his arms and a blanket while he cooes in your ear during the movie

- "angel cmon it's not even scary! it's sooo predictable!" "babe you have to look at least a little bit! i'm right here y/n!"

- he sometimes tries to distract you by trailing kisses from your cheek to the edge of your shoulder while you squirm, eventually lolling your head to the side, eyes fluttering closed why he focuses on that perfect spot on your neck

- it's quite frequent that horror movies transition to the both of you having a little more fun and it's rare that you genuinely finish the movie, either falling asleep in jason's lap or being carried to your bedroom in fits of laughter, jason makes your life fun and passionate and movie nights are never any different with the love of your life

Terry McGinnis:

- horror movies with terry usually happen after you lose a bet, terry loves an excuse to cuddle you and enjoys a good scare

- he likes to pretend to be big and tough but at jump scares he'll jolt, reaching quickly to wrap his arms around you. it makes your heart melt because it means when he's scared the first thing he reaches for is you

- you'll catch him nervously biting his lip during stressful scenes and the teasing is on

- "T you scared?" "babe no, no i'm not, but look at your! you're clutching on to me like a freaking koala" "you like it scaredy cat" "maybe but at least i'm not a scaredy koala" "you're favorite koala" "of course you are lovebug"

- when the credits roll terry will latch around you and bring you in for cuddles while he lazily runs his hands up and down your back, talking about the movie and how he totally didn't get scared at all, all sarcasm of course

- "id protect you from a murderer" "ha bitch id be the murderer youd be my sidekick" "i'd make a pretty sexy sidekick" "sHuT uP and kiss me you dork"

Dick Grayson:

- dick has probably seen most horror movies, i feel like he thought they were cool when he was robin so now he just wants to show you all his favorites

- telling you to close your eyes during a scary part or explaining what will happen so you're prepared

- he would actually get you kind of into horror movies, teaching you all the lore of horror shows and the two of you end up making it a weekly thing to sit down and hold each other through a scary show or movie

- each of his family members will occasionally join you, but dick gets jealous when you explain that damian cuddles hit different during scary movies or that cass braiding your hair is peak comfort, this always leads to him scooping you up no matter where you are and smothering you on the couch while you jokingly try to push the big oaf off of you

- the best days are when you and dick eventually get surrounded by the whole family, all piled into your laps like a bat-dog-pile. resting your head on dicks shoulder while you give tim back scratches and dick holds a sleepy damian close to his side, surrounded by your favorite people, closest to your favorite boy, absolutely smothered in love :)

hey i hope you enjoyed! who wants to watch a scary movie with me??? hehehe tbh i'd be crying but it's okay 😂😂😂

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jasmehraj · 3 years

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Chaos in the get together

The tapping sound on the new and polished wooden floor intensified as she danced to her favourite tune.

She lifted her hand and her legs moved in a practised motion. A small laugh escaped her lips when she almost fell from the edge of her little stage, and two arms wrapped around her torso saving her from the inevitable fall.

They fell into an easy dance like they've been doing this for years.

"It's my class reunion in a few days."

"And?"

"You are going with me."

His lips turned upwards, "Your majesty, can't really deny you."

"Hmm."

The song finished and they both bowed.

"So? MDC originals?" The handsome man, her fiance made weird hand gestures as if trying to copy her. She elbowed him which caused him to mock gasp.

"You are such a jerk."

The lights were dimly lit. There were multiple people in there, most of them dressed in expensive clothing, trying to show off. There were some rare people who came in casual outfits. And Marinette and Jason happened to be one of them. (Umm I mean kinda sorta one of them? If leather jackets, jeans, combat boots, glasses or a biker look in general counts as casual.)

They both entered hand in hand.

"You know what? I'm already dying of boredom." Jason pouted and put a hand on his chest.

Marinette just chuckled, "Then I will have to go home with a ghost.-" She grabbed his collar to make him bend down to her height-," and find someone else to marry me next week."

Jason mock-gasped again, "You really know how to tame me huh?"

Marinette giggled, "That's what happens when you stay in relationship with a dork for 5 years."

Jason replied with a smirk, "Well then it's good that you have this hot and sexy dork on your side."

They both joked their way inside.

Suddenly everything went silent. Both their laughs jacked in when they noticed the sudden silence.

"If it isn't the loser." A girl in orange (AAAHH MY EYES, SO MUCH SPARKLE! FEELS LIKE I'M LOOKING AT A BOTTLE OF SPARKLE) dress came hand in hand with a green eyed blonde. "How is the biggest failure in the world doing?"

Marinette adjusted her glasses and pretended to check her nails, "I don't know how are you doing?"

This filled the orange dressed girl with rage. She went redder and redder with every second. "I'm a success, I'm dating Adrien Agreste, the face of the Agreste company from 6 years, he's mine now-"

Marinette yawned dramatically, "yada yada yada, you are saying that you are dating my ex, you know what, I ate sandwich today, want those leftovers too?"

Everyone looked at Marinette with horrified expressions on their face. Lila was standing there opening and closing her mouth looking like a fish.

"That was really mean Marinette, you shouldn't start a fight with Lila, we are here on a get-together-" Jason moved just a little and Adrien took a step back cautiously.-"And can you tell your fling to back off?"

The word fling was said with such disgust that made Marinette laugh.

"You mean my fiance? Sorry sunshine but he can't stand at one place with assholes around." Adrien made a hurt face like he was a puppy kicked by someone on the footpath.

"Fiance? Congratulations Marinette!" The whole room gave congratulations to her while Lila and Adrien stood at the side trying to gain their attention again but failing miserably.

"Let's Go Adrien." Lila huffed and made their way towards the door. Adrien followed behind closely but before they could reach the door a male voice stopped them in their tracks.

"Hey! Agreste. You dropped something." They turned to see Marinette's Fiance.

Adrien smiled, "What?"

Jason smirked, "As a matter of fact you both dropped something. Oh is that your backbone lying over there and ouch Rossi, look at your ego lying on the floor unguarded." There were collective gasps.

"How. Dare. You? I'M GOING TO RUIN YOU TWO!" Lila screamed, face red.

Jason smirked, "Don't worry we got that covered already."

Just at the perfect time, Adrien's phone ringed. "Put it on speaker sunshine." Marientte came to stand next to her fiance. "Your girlfriend wouldn't want to miss it."

Adrien put his phone on speaker. "Hello?"

"Hello Mr. Agreste jn.?"

"Yes that's me."

"You and your girlfriend are accused of helping your father with the illegal drug selling, black money and illegal properly. We are expecting you in the police station in an hour. As a caution, your passport has been disabled so you can't escape. The rest of the things will be told to you face to face."

Lila screamed, "HOW?"

The officer heard her of course and deadpanned, "The Waynes were the one who did the investigation. I'm sure Mr. Todd Wayne and his fiance are standing right next to you."

"Hell yeah I am Lucus."

Adrien cut the call. He looked at Marinette, face filled with disgust and pointed at her, "YOU! YOU DID THIS! YOU BIT**"

Marinette yawned, "I would have been a bit** if I had ruined your life, but I just sat on a chair enjoying how you do it yourself."

Adrien grabbed Lila's arm and marched out of the door.

Marinette sent a flying kiss her friends' way, "Okay bye! It was nice catching up with you but I gotta go now."

And like that the most kick-ass couple that we love went home to plan their wedding. That's it. And your lovely author closes the book and give you a sloppy salute. "See you next time folks. Thank you for joining me for our story Tuesday."

Forgot to post it but here we go. LILA BURNNNNN And take Adrien with you.

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pricetagofficial · 3 years

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This is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things. -JT

Summary: Jason wanted to pull a prank, and you got dragged into it with him.

Word Count: 541

Warnigns: Language and fake blood. Jason being a dork.

Tag list: @kishony-the-geek @idkmanicantenglish

“This was a bad idea, like a really bad idea.” you said quietly, looking over at your boyfriend who had the biggest grin on his face. You had wanted him to get back into the Halloween spirit and this was the first idea he came up with.

Trying to scare his family.

Deep down, the only ones you knew that would actually get scared would be Stephanie and Dick. The others didn’t scare easily, especially not Bruce or Alfred. After putting up with his dramatic flair, Alfred Pennyworth was immune to everything. The man wasn’t fazed by anything anymore.

Jason learned that one the hard way when you both jumped out and tried to scare him. Alfred just stared you down and reminded you to not knock over the vase behind you. To which Jason did just that by turning around moments later.

You had to admit, that the prank he had planned was a good one. But would it be good enough to scare them? You were about tot find out Jason had bought a tub of fake blood from a store the other day and he covered you in it, while you waited for Dick to come back from wherever he was.

Jason had you sat on the bed as he poured it on your side, ruining the shirt you had on and covered your hand.

“Perfect, now look like you’re dying.” he grinned.

“Jason Peter Todd, this has to be the worst prank ever.” you snapped.

“That’s not convincing at all Princess, come on. Do I need to show you how to look dead?”

You frowned and kicked him in the shin. “You asshole, I know how to play dead. I learned from the best you know. Now shut up and hide.”

Jason chuckled and hid behind the dresser as you heard footsteps coming up the stairs and stopping in front of the door. You rolled your eyes as you watched him give you the thumbs up from his place and started actign the second the door opened.

Sure enough, it was Dick who walked in and he froze at the sight of you bleeding on his bed.

“(y/n)? What the hell happened!?” he cried and ran over towards you. “Is that fake blood? Please tell me that is fake blood?” he asked.

Jason couldn’t hold in his laughter, it was int this moment Dick knew what was going on. He sighed and walked over to see Jason curled up in fits of laughter. He crossed his arms at his younger brother and raised a brow.

“You think this is hilarious don’t you?” he asked.

Jason wiped a tear and nodded. “Oh, it’s funny as hell Dickiebird. Why do you think I’m laughing?”

Dick pinched the bridge of his nose. “This is why we can’t have nice things.”

You let out a giggle. “Not to poke the bear, but you sound like dear old Brucie now.”

“You live with the man long enough, it happens.” Dick sighed and kicked the two of you out of his room as Jason took your hand.

“Was it worth it?” you asked, as you walked to your room.

“Hell yeah, I even got a video.” he grinned and held up his phone.

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vlogsquadssquad · 4 years

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model for me - pt. 2

summary: a continuation of model for me. David and y/n go out to town for another shoot, will they be able to resist each other for the photos?

a/n: I feel like this one is so short but A LOT of people have asked for a part 2. I think its cute and im thinking of doing a pt 3, ill try to make that one extra long.

warnings: drinking, language, alluding to sex.

mood board:

your instagram post:

- YOUR POV

“so i saw that picture you posted on instagram,” david says as i walk into his house. “you know that’s against our contract for you to post sexy photos on your own instagram.” i laugh now realizing he’s kidding.

“oh, you thought it was sexy?” i say as i head over to the couch where he sat. he clears his throat.

“nope. definitely not sexy.” and then side smiles to me. i roll my eyes.

“what are you working on?” I ask plopping down next to him.

“well i’m trying to find inspiration for our next shoot. i feel like we’ve already done all the big stuff so where does it go from there?”

i take a minute to think and David tries to read my expressions. “you could tape me to your wall naked!” he throws his head back in a big laugh. “or you could put a giant snake on me... naked.” i giggle at the thought. he raises an eyebrow,

“hey those are good ideas.” his tongue poking out slightly.

“no no please don’t take me up on those offers” i laugh nervously.

he looks to me and for a split second i feel almost sexual tension. he glances to his hallway.

“NATALIIEEEEE, ORDER A GIANT PYTHON!”

“NO NATALIE DO NOT DO THAT!!!”

“NATALIE YOU WORK FOR ME DO IT!!”

“holy fuck you guys why are you screaming?” she says as she walks down the hall.

my face goes slightly red and i giggle.

- texts w/ davey😈

< i came up with an idea

oh god what is it? >

< late night, fun, blurry, slightly sexy photos! i’ll send some inspiration.

wow they actually look good! let’s do it! tonight? >

< yes and bring a couple outfits. we’re going downtown and i have a hotel booked to change in.

thank you daddy d!! >

< shut the fuck up 😂

- DAVIDS POV

“hey you ready yet?” i ask as i walk into her house. she texted me to come in. i look around the dark house. “hello? y/n?”

“BOO!” she yells out around the corner

“fuck, i knew it.”

“no you didn’t! don’t lie to me! i totally got you!”

“ok ok you totally got me.” I chuckle.

i take a minute to take in her outfit. she looks beautiful in red.

“i’m gonna go get my suitcase of dresses. i’ll be right back.” she says to break the silence.

- in the car

“im so excited, the pictures you sent me looked sick!” she says to me. I glance her way and flash her a smile.

“yeah and I have the best model in LA so it'll be breezy.”

she smiles at me and my heart melts. I look back at the road and try to focus.

- at the hotel

“wow David, its beautiful!” she says as she opens the door to the hotel room.

“yeah I liked this hotel as a background. its gorgeous.”

“hmm, one bed huh?” she raises an eyebrow to me and giggles.

I sigh, “well we’re not staying the night, but if its too weird I can go down-”

“David! calm down I was just teasing you.” she smiles. she puts her hand on my shoulder and I wipe my sweaty hands on my jeans.

“okay, well im going to go set this down and then we’ll head out?” she nods to me

I nod back. I find myself watching her as she walks away. I felt guilty so I looked down at my hands. already sweating again. these shoots were a bad idea. considering ive had feelings for her for a while. how could I not? she's everything ive wanted. I get pulled from my thoughts when I see her coming around the corner.

“you ready?”

“as ill ever be.” she kinda looks confused but I usher her out the door with camera in hand.

- YOUR POV

“stand there real quick. look fierce.”

“okay now maybe lay across the stairs? pull your dress, show some leg, girl!”

I giggle. he's such a goofy photographer.

“did you shave your legs?”

I throw my head back in a laugh and I see the light flash.

“that one was perfect.”

“can I see it?” I ask.

“damn yeah it looks great.”

he smiles to me. “okay, lets take a few more and then we’ll go change.”

- the hotel room

“listen I know its 9pm but were you planning on feeding me? I don't work for free.” I look at him waiting for an answer.

he chuckles as he sets his camera down.

“yes, im starving. lets get at least one more dress done and then we can go eat.”

“ok cause I was about to have to call my union.” he laughs at my joke.

I head to the bathroom to change. I have a couple more dresses but I decided to go with this pink club-y type dress. as I slide it on I take one more look in the mirror. I sigh and fix my dress. ill never be pretty enough for him. all night i’ve been having thoughts, ‘maybe he likes me too.’ I know i’m not his type so why am I even entertaining the idea? I turn off the light and head out.

I do a playful spin.

“whatcha think?”

“you look like a dork.”

I stop and pout. “what do you mean?”

“well, ive given you enough compliments on how beautiful you are today. i don't want your head getting too big and leaving me for a real photographer.”

I laugh, “no, no. real photographers would pay me in money,” I grab my phone off the table and he grabs his water. “you pay me in burgers, so im all yours.” he laughs as he opens the door for me and I walk out of the hotel room once again. we take a few photos of down the hall and in the elevator. finally we get outside and David sees a perfect seat for me.

“aha! sit there!” I laugh at how excited he got.

“okay, okay, calm down. you'll pop a woody.” I laugh

he throws his head back in an infectious laugh.

“you wish.”

I cover my face as it gets redder and he snaps a photo.

“don't take a picture!”

“sorry, I love the candid ones.”

I laugh and another flash goes off. at this point its just flash after flash he's laughing and im yelling at him to stop. im sure there's some not so pleasant ones in the bunch.

“hey, lets go back up, get changed, and then eat.” David offers after we settle down.

“we barely took any though!”

“I know, but im hungry, and we took a bunch in the hall, and its getting late.”

“first reason was good enough for me. lets go!”

- DAVIDS POV

we sat down at this nice place to eat. she wanted steak so I asked Natalie where the best steak in downtown was. she said this was it. she's wearing a simpler dress now. probably still thinking we’ll end up taking more pictures. I just want to be with her, honestly. she's so funny and smart.

“anything to drink?”

“cosmo please.” she says.

“just a water for now.”

“a water?” y/n says as the waitress walks away.

“yeah, I didn't know we were drinking! I have to drive back!”

“we can always take an uber, and ill have you know today has been very stressful. I had to change my dress three times!” she says as she flips her hair. I just laugh at her. she's so great.

“here's your drinks, can I get you any appetizers?”

“actually ill have a margarita please.”

y/n gasps, “David dobrik!” I laugh and the waitress smiles.

“coming right up.”

“wow I can't believe I pressured you into a drink.”

“hey, ive had a hard day too. I had to click this little button like 150 times.”

“our lives are so hard” she smiles as she takes a sip of her drink.

we finally start eating but im already feeling the buzz. we’re definitely taking an uber. everything y/n says is so funny.

after many many laughs and drunken slurring we call an uber and head back to the hotel.

“so we’re crashing here?” y/n asks slightly slurred but a lot better than before.

the hallway looks like its spinning in slow motion.

“I guess, I can sleep on the couch though.”

“no, its fine. I don't care.” she says as I open the door.

she's laughing so hard as she stumbles in. she's gorgeous. suddenly im thinking a little clearer. she just said I could share a bed with her.

she jumps on the desk and asks if I want room service.

I chuckle to myself and grab my camera.

“we just ate!”

“oh fuck we did didn't we?” she laughs. I take a quick photo and her eyes dart to me.

“hey, I wasn't ready!” she throws a note pad at me.

“im sorry, im sorry,” I pause to smile. “you're just so incredible.”

“what...?” she whispers now.

“I know im drunk and tell me im being a creep, but I just have to get this off my chest.” she searches my face for any clue I could give for what im about to say. I step closer. “I have the biggest, fattest, crush on you.”

she bursts out laughing. im a little taken back. is she laughing at me?

“umm... okay..” I say, suddenly embarrassed by my confession.

“no no!” she yells as she's hunched over laughing. “I just- I can't-” she pauses to breathe. “I was in the bathroom today feeling shitty because I thought I wasn't your type.”

“what are you saying?” I ask, slightly smiling.

“ive been crushing on you sooooo fucking hard!” she yells. I go closer to her and put my finger over her mouth shushing her.

“people are sleeping and while I want to shout from the rooftops, I also don't want to leave this hotel room.” I say. she nods her head and looks me in the eyes. my finger still in front of her mouth.

“you make me the happiest guy in the world.” I whisper.

“you make me the happiest girl in the world.” she whispers back.

she moves in closer until our lips are finally connected. she's soft and sweet. my hands find their way to her back. her hands are in my hair. suddenly we’re moving faster and our kiss is getting stronger. I never want to leave this hotel room.

my eyes slowly open to the sunlight shining through the room. I rub my eyes and look around the room. I see a naked y/n next to me. her hair falling perfectly around her shoulders as she lays on her side. her naked back looks like art. while I love the view im also confused. then I realize im naked and my heart starts beating out my chest. it starts coming back to me in flashes. our magical night. her breaths are long and deep so I know she's still asleep. I flip over and grab my phone from the nightstand.

JASON: David answer your phone, what's going on?

NAT: call me asap

ILYA: are you guys serious rn?

MEGAN (publicist): Dave we need to talk

TODD: check twitter dude!

why is my phone blown up? I open up twitter and there I see it.

“David dobrik and y/f/n caught in bed!” read the article title.

“fuck” I groan.

“Dave?” I hear a little voice from behind me.

part threeeeeeeee?!?!?!?!?

#david dobrik #david dobrik imagine #david dobrik fanfiction #david dobrik fanfic #david dobrik x reader #vlog squad fanfic #vlog squad imagines

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redjaybathood · 4 years

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📁

This, I have said before but, like more than a year before? So bears repeating.

Jason Todd has many flaws: can't carry a tune, can't dress himself, can't be trusted to name things or people. But boy, can he dance.

Yes. The answer is yes he can.

He has perfect physical memory, or whatever you call it. He can copy a move after looking at it. It's canon, don't at me. Remember how he fought with moves he seen watching kung-fu flicks with his buddy Chris? Or when he copied Talia's move and punched the living lights out of the Untitled hiding under the Red Hood? If he had any issues during training, then it must have been due to not having enough muscle or flexibility of the muscle only.

He like a human version of Amazo in some way, if you think about it...

Backing up to the headcanon: what he also was watching but without his buddy Chris, is a lot of MTV/hip-hop competitions/So You Think You Can Dance? And whatever.

And yeah you bet that he practiced all those moves when nobody was watching.

Too bad that he didn't get to go to high school parties, or clubbing, or anywhere fun, in general.

Up until Kori and Roy and Isabel, on that Elisium Island (I may be misspelling the name), he never danced for fun where someone else could have watch.

And, you know, Jason being an awkward turtle he is, he did not wipe out all his good moves but instead chose to dance like the dorkiest dork to ever dorken the dancefloor.

Tl;dr: Jason's biggest unintended secret is that he can dance. But he's shy and will never show it to anyone. Except maybe if he had to go undercover for, I dunno, a boys band? A dance troupe?

#jason todd #asks meme #random yet useless headcanons

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dc-and-damirae · 1 year

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jason, (rolling down the car window): What seems to be the problem, officer?

dick: Get the FUCK out of my car

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crazyfreckledginger · 5 years

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Jason Todd x Reader - “Ice Skating And Truffle Making” [Part 2]

Have the most romantic day with your boyfriend with no interruption from his stupid brothers.

A/N: Part 2 of the fic for my babe @pythiaaa hope you like it! ^^

Warning: Floof? I also mention religion -- not stating my opinion and even if I did, no hate!

After Jason cleared the table, despite the girl’s insistence in helping, they paced out of the coffee shop, holding onto each other to stay in their warmth that shielded them from the cold.

“Still pretty cold,” she shivered lightly, hogging his arm and nuzzling his shoulder to keep her face in the warmth as much as possible.

“Yeah, but don't worry, we're going to the interior ice rink, everyone is going to the one near the festival so it's going to be relatively quiet there.” he explained, holding her close. She nodded, sighing in relief as the huge building revealed itself to them. The girl pulled his hand, practically dragging him inside the building, moaning softly as the warm ventilating system warmed her up as soon as the doors closed.

“I can stay under here forever,” Jason chuckled before (Y/N) kissed his cheek and pulled him with her again.

“Good, because we're not staying here,” she snorted, moving him to the entrance.

He pouted, interlocking their fingers together.

“How much for two people?” Jason raised an eyebrow at the man behind the counter.

“Since it's Valentine's Day, there's a discount which makes it now at a price of 10$ an hour per person.” He explained unenthusiastically. The girl cringed at the statement and glanced at her boyfriend to see his reaction. He peered over at her as well, knowing exactly what he was thinking.

“We'll take an hour and a half -- for both of us!” He stated firmly, sliding a ten dollar and twenty dollar bill across the counter. The man nodded, typing on his computer and giving them two plastic wristbands.

“Here, keep these on until you have to leave, you'll be able to access any place in the building, enjoy your stay,” he directed slowly.

“Great, thank you,” Jason chuckled nervously, pulling her away from him and towards the ice rink “what a great interaction,” He stated sarcastically.

“Don't be mean babe, he clearly loves his job!” she snorted, putting the wristband on and waiting for him to follow him inside the rink. Jason chuckled softly as he paced behind her to the shoe stand.

After they took their shoes and slipped them on, they cautiously walked on the rink, Jason more awkwardly so than her.

“Oh god, I forgot how to do this,” a thick blush peppered his cheeks -- maybe just as much as the colour of his sweatshirt.

“It's okay babe, I'll help you,” She smiled reassuringly at her as his arm slid around her shoulders and she held his chest, pecking his neck.

He nodded shyly, holding onto her as she slowly glided on the ice like an angel. Soon enough, he finally got the hang of it again and they skated around the rink, goofing around and attempting to do fancy stunts -- thank god there weren't many people around.

“Ahh, I need a sugar fix!” She sighed happily, slipping her normal shoes on and stretching, “I'm going to buy a Coke-”

“No! We are going to make truffles remember, and besides, did you know a can of coke contains ten teaspoons of sugar?” he explained matter-of-factly. The girl laughed, kissing his cheek.

“Oh really my cute little dork? Tell me more!” he blushed as he stammered with more facts on their way home.

“Are we ready to bake?” Jason grinned as she soon returned in leggings and one of his sweatshirts.

“Still shirtless huh?” She teased with tinted pinkish cheeks, nudging his side with her shoulder.

“You know it, I love being on display for you and besides, I love seeing that cute flustered expression on your face,” He chuckled, dipping down to nibble on her earlobe.

“Stawp,” She slapped his oncoming hand away from her.

“Okay,” He chuckled, starting the video and leaning against the countertop. They both watched patiently, absorbing every detail.

“Did you listen to that? Chop the chocolate!” (Y/N) pinched his arm, pointing at the chocolate.

“Ow,” He whined, “yes ma’am, coming right up!” He opened the chocolate bars and placed the chunks in the heat-proof bowl.

After some extensive ordering Jason around and following the only recipe by the book.

“Last step!” The girl grinned, “cocoa powder!” she opened the lid and pulled a tablespoon out of the cupboard “Oh, we should try that cinnamon challenge but with cocoa powder! I dare you to do it!” The biggest grin tore on her lips.

“What’s that?” Jason raised an eyebrow at her.

“Basically, you have to put a spoonful of powder in your mouth and eat it in under a minute without drinking anything during the challenge.”

“That is for feeble people, I don’t even need to do it to know I’m the best at all challenges!” Jason’s eyes gleamed with pride.

“Yeah, okay Mister I’m good-at-it-all!”

“Babe, you know I can do it, it’s a waste of time” His eyes narrowed at her playfully.

“Okay,” The girl teased slightly. He grumbled before pecking her temple as he scooped a spoonful of the cocoa powder. Jason mumbled something under his breath. (Y/N) didn’t hear it but she knew exactly what he said.

“You can’t be serious,” She snorted, “did you just pray to God? I thought you said he doesn’t exist according to you,”

“I know I don’t believe in God but when I need something be sure as hell I would be asking him for it,” He chuckled. The girl howled in laughter, as Jason’s smile widened at her outburst.

“Okay now staaaaaaawp, I can’t do this if I’m laughing can I?” He chuckled.

“I’m sure you can’t do it even when you’re not laughing,” She snickered, winking teasingly at him.

“Challenge, accepted,” He nodded, suddenly putting the whole spoon in his mouth. The girl kept a huge smile on her face as she examined him, seeing his eyes widen slightly at the sensation of the powder in his mouth. He kept it, not daring to do anything until he fully dot used to the feeling. His eyes stared in hers at the unexpected realisation.

“Hm,” She chuckled, leering at him with a challenging smirk. He gave her an I-know-best-look before gulping.

He suddenly coughed, cheeks flushing as his throat gagged and spat the whole powder out of his mouth. His lungs contracted, getting as much of the powder out of his system as possible.

Soon after recovering, he groaned, “I’m okay, I’m okay,” shaking his head reassuringly. (Y/N) laughed again, hand against her chest to try and catch her breath. Jason pouted as she found herself sitting on the floor, back against the counter and giggling, her laughter slowly dying down.

“You’re the best huh?” She panted.

“That’s what you were screamin’ yesterday sweetheart!” He pulled her off the floor, cornering her against the counter. Her cheeks flushed as she bit her lip, staring at his.

“You’re a dork,” She breathed out.

“I’m your dork,”

“That’s also true!” She grasped his collar, kissing him lips hungrily, “you taste like cocoa,” Jason pinched her side playfully. “Ow!!!”

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Red Hood and The Outlaws: Loyalty (Chapter 15)

[Read on AO3] [Previous Chapter]

Chapter 15: All His, Body and Soul

WARNING : SMUT/ NSFW

She had no idea how she let him convince her to stay. Sitting under the showerhead, she was looking at the bloody water flowing towards the plughole, thinking about her mission, about Ben, about Jason, about everything that had happened since her return to Gotham, considering the options she had: telling Jason the truth, leaving or completing her mission.

“[Y/N]?” She turned off the shower. “[Y/N], you’re okay?” She got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around her body before opening the door. Jason was on the doorstep, still in his Red Hood costume, his mask under his arm. “I was worried. You’ve been in here for more than an hour.” “Oh I’m sorry. I was elsewhere. I didn’t realise…” “ I left you a t-shirt on the bed.” He pointed it out on his bed behind him. “ You’re going somewhere?” “ Yeah. Make sure Black Mask doesn’t learn about what happened.” “ I don’t want you to pay for my mistakes.” She said to convince him to stay here and not get involved in some kind of trouble. “ Don’t worry. I’ll be fine.” He sounded so strong and so confident and so willing to help her as if nothing could hurt him and she hated it as much as she loved it. “In the meantime, go get some sleep.” “ I mean it Jay.” She put her hand on his jaw and slowly made him bend towards her face so that she could kiss him gently on his warm lips. He didn’t reject her. Instead he smiled. God, how much she loved that smile. “ I thought you were trouble” He chuckled brushing her hair with his fingers. “ I am.” She whispered, close to his lips.

He pulled her against his body to kiss her deeply, his hands roaming around her back; hers tightened in his raven hair. “You have no idea what you get yourself into.” She whispered between two kisses, panting against his lips. “Getting into trouble is one of my biggest talent and if you’re trouble then …” He had a crooked satisfied smile that made her chuckle. “For someone who loves literature, your puns are lame” He caught her by the hips and made her wrap her legs around him. “I’ll recite you a Shakespearean sonnet later, I promise.” She laughed as he carried her to his bed and eventually threw her on it. “ Let’s get rid of that, shall we?” She giggled again and he took off her towel. He gazed at her beautiful body during a small instant before he felt the urge to kiss her neck. She was still a bit wet and her skin was slightly dampening his clothes but he did not care since he knew he would get rid of them in a minute. He began to leave a long trail of soft kisses down her body, his hands grasping her breasts. His lips and the leathery touch of his gloves against her thin skin made her shiver and moan but she preferred the feeling of his rough hands. She eventually grabbed them and Jason looked up at her. She met his stare and slowly pulled his gloves off. He didn’t know why but he found this terribly sexy. He kept looking at her as she delicately started to plant small kisses on his fingertips. He hissed and gritted his teeth when she put two of his fingers in her mouth to suck on them. Okay, now not only it was sexy but it was also fucking arousing. Jason went back to her face to kiss her, hoping it would help him calm his sudden ardour a bit. But she wanted him to melt under her touch. She pushed him on his back on straddled him only to take off his jacket and the top of his uniform, caressing his chest at the same time. He pursed his lips. He never pursed his lips before. “ What the hell are you doing to me?” He asked with a groan. “ What the hell are you doing to me, you mean?” She said in a whisper, which sounded almost miserable. He tried to sit straight to take her in his arms but she immediately pushed him flat on his back and went on kissing his warm muscled chest, from his strong pectorals to the chiselled V below his divine abs. “Damn” He cursed as she licked the small hairy line below his navel. She smiled and unbuckled his belt before kissing his crotch through his boxer. She briefly looked up at him and noticed he had tilted his head against the mattress. That made her grin and she pulled off his boxer. He moaned when he finally felt his thick cock spring free and groaned when he felt her lips on it. He leant on his elbow to see her. She gazed at him with her lustful green eyes and eventually took him in her mouth. He hissed again, resisting the urge to let himself fall back on the bed. He wanted to watch her. She was so pretty. And she knew what she was doing. Eye contact, lick, caress, sucking. He grabbed a handful of her soft hair to give her a pace. She let him do which actually even surprised her. “Okay baby, stop now.” He begged between his teeth as he realised he wouldn’t last long. She obeyed and he got up from the bed to finally take off his shoes and pants. “Much better. Now where were we?” He asked with a crooked smile.

She bit her lip as her eyes were delighting over his perfect muscled body and instantly roll over on her stomach with her ass slightly up, begging him to take her now. “Like that?” His little wolf wanted him to dominate her? He chortled, exited and surprised by her desire, when she nodded with a sweet smile. He caught her by the hips and pulled her closer. His cock brushed her wet entrance softly before burying itself deep in her with a swift move that made them both moan. “Fuck” Jason cursed when he realised how deep he already was. He instinctively spanked her. She squealed. She hadn’t seen this coming. But it had felt good. Not like the other times she had been spanked. “ Yes, clench around me, baby.” He growled as he spanked her again. She gasped and then chuckled. “ Fuck you, Redbird.” “ That’s the spirit.” And he started pounding in her, holding her tight by the hips, and taking delight in watching her butt slamming against him. “Jason.” She moaned gripping the sheets strongly between her fingers. His balls were slapping against her and she could hear him fuck her deep. When he began to move faster she understood he was close to his release. So she thought she would accompany him in his climax. She placed her fingers on her clit to toy with it as Jason was relentlessly fucking her right now. He noticed it. “Let me” He murmured. She pursed her lips when she felt his fingers taking over and buried her face in the mattress to muffle her squeals. “ Yes, that’s it, baby. Come for me” And she did. Was it his fingers, his husky voice growling pleadings and curses in her ear, his cock pounding inside of her or a combination of those three things that made her reach her climax? She did not know. But what she did know is that she belonged body and soul to that man. Damn you Jason Todd. Fucking damn you. She fell on the bed, unable de remain on her hands and knees anymore. Jason bent over her body, focused again on his fast back-and-forths. Seeing her like that, panting, exhausted and completely at his mercy was a real boost for his male self-confidence. When he felt his release approached, he tried to pull out but she stopped him. “ Don’t” She pleaded in a whisper “ You sure?” “ Yes. Don’t worry.” He started growling even more loudly in the nape of her neck, slowing his movements but deepening them, his hand on her head, using her body as leverage. She moaned when she finally felt his cum spreading inside her pussy and smiled when Jason let himself fall next to her with a relieved sigh. “Fuck” He chuckled, panting, his blue eyes sparkling with well-being. She crawled in his arms and laid her head on his sweaty chest, listening to his heart beating fast. He wrapped her in his arms as if he wanted her to stay there. She sighed while brushing his chest with her fingertips. He breathed deeply before planting a kiss in her white hair “Told you I had talents for getting into trouble” He bragged laughing “You dork.” She slapped his face softly before kissing him tenderly. “I’m a dork?” She nodded, biting her lips “Sometimes. But I like it. It’s part of you charm.” She kissed him again. “Yeah, right, use seduction to try to get away with that” “Is it working?” He glanced at her trying to hide his smile “ Yeah.” He had the sexiest and cutest laugh. She could listen to it for hours… “I’m not insensitive” …as he could listen to her sweet giggles.

Silence came back in the room and soon [Y/N] thought about the conversation she had had with Jason earlier. She let herself ponder for minutes before she felt the need to talk to him when she noticed he was still awake. “ I’m sorry, Jay, but … I feel like we should talk about something.” “ What is it?” He frowned a bit worried by her sudden serious tone. She sighed“It’s gonna kill the mood.” “ I’m sure I’ll find a way to light up this bed one more time.” He said to take the potential drama out of this conversation. “Spit it out.” “ Do you remember when you said I was still this teenager looking for love and consideration?” He nodded, a bit concerned. “ Well, you were right. And that’s probably what got me in so much trouble in the last few years” “ What happened with your mentor?” He deducted. She looked up at him, a bit surprised, still nestled in his arms. He had this frown again. Why did she have to talk about this? “ He was an ill-advised stupid teenage crush. He had just taken me under his wing. I thought he cared for me. I fell in love with him as any girl in love I wanted to please him. What a foolish girl I was.” She confessed as if she wanted to make up for her teenage sins, as if she was trying to justify herself for her stupidity. “ No. You were alone and vulnerable. He took advantage of it. He is a child abuser.” Jason sounded so dark, so mad. She had never heard such sullen anger in his voice. And the reason behind this sudden darkness was personal. He had lived and patrolled in the street for a long time. He had witnessed things, terrible things. He had heard children crying at night and woman screaming in pain. And he had sworn to himself that he’d never let anyone get along fine with such infamies … whatever the price to pay. No one hurt women or children and lives. No one. “ He never abused me. I was consenting.” Her attempt at defending Ben was rather unsuccessful. But she didn’t want to defend him. She just wanted to tell the truth. “ Still. That son of a bitch remains a paedophile. I can’t believe you still have respect for him. What he has done is sick and disgusting. “ She smiled at him hoping it would cool him down a bit. “ Look at you. Acting all protective.” “ It’s because I care for you”

#red hood and the outlaws: loyalty

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