Nahrcleorthecondinsation - Meow Meow Meow

boyfriend (aka insecure reader x bsf jason)

civil!reader x jason todd

prompt: where the reader has a terrible boyfriend and always ends up crying about him to her best friend, jason todd, or, where jason finally gets tired of seeing his girl being mistreated and does something about it.

a/n: i know i kinda say pretty much the same thing here, but these two are really cute, okay? i was like giggling and kicking while writing it, hope you guys love it. english is not my first language, also, feel free to send requests!

At 8pm, on your birthday, the day that was supposed to be about you, for you, where you were supposed to be going out and partying, you were curled up on the couch, wearing a sweatshirt three sizes too big for you, after the worst fight you've ever had with your boyfriend.

Your hand wrapped around your phone as you dialed the number of the only person who would understand you, who always did, your best friend, Jason. Your voice sounded tearful on the phone as you almost begged him to come to your apartment, you didn't have to say much, or wait long, before he shows up at your frontdoor.

As you wiped the tears away from your face and dragged yourself to open the door, trying to force a smile on your face, as he pulled you into his arms, before you could even say anything. "You need to break up with that asshole, you know that, right?"

Your voice sounds like a whisper against his chest as he softly guides you into the apartment, with you still clinging to him. "He already did it, he broke up with me, because he's seeing someone else" Your voice barely comes out, the tears running down your pretty face again, and Jason feels his blood boil, as if that asshole wasn't enough of a jerk to you.

With a quick look around the apartment he was able to catch the signs from the fight, the shards of glass on the floor, the broken flower vase, besides the complete mess that the apartment was in, your boyfriend was never exactly a controlled person.

"He doesn't deserve you, he never did," he whispers against her hair as he sits the two of you on the couch, which by some miracle, was in perfect condition, and he hears her whimper against him. "What if the problem is me? What if I wasn't interesting enough, or pretty enough-" His eyebrows furrowed together in the purest expression of disbelief before he shuts you up. "Honey, I'm sorry, but shut up, are you even listening to yourself? You're doubting of the best person I know for some asshole who didn't know how to value the fucking treasure he had."

Your eyes, shining with tears, stare into his, without any words to express how you felt. Jason hated your boyfriend, he always did, and with a good reason, he always treated you as if you were less than him, and you accepted it, because he made you believe that you were less.

Your eyebrows furrowed in doubt slightly, your body moving away from his a little so you could finally look properly at him.

"I would never leave you crying alone on your own birthday for the God's sake, or leave you alond at a party at two am for someone else to take you home." He grabs your hands, an almost pleading look in his eyes, and there it was, you finally understand, all the hate directed at your boyfriend, is because he knew exactly how you should be treated, he knew exactly how to treat you.

Your eyes were shining with something different than tears this time, affection, as your head slowly tilted to the side, absorbing the information. "I could be a better boyfriend than him, come on, I doubt that idiot knows that you only drink tea with cream and a ton of sugar? That you bake cookies to the children at the shelter, so they can feel loved?" He shook his head, he wouldn't let the guy who left you crying on your own birthday after telling you he cheated on you go unpunished, but that was a story for later, for when you understand that everything you ever needed was right there.

"Shut up, I love you," she says with the most genuine, silly smile she had in weeks, maybe months, before wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him in for a heated, well-deserved kiss.

"I've loved you since the day I saw you eating snow when you were six, Jay, I guess I just never thought it was mutual." He smirked, rolling his eyes, his arms keeping her wrapped around him. "I saw you having a crush on Edward Cullen when you were thirteen, do you really think I would still be here if I didn't love you?" You laughed, slapping his arm playfully.

"Shut up and kiss me."

A little short smthn smthn for younger!reader x dean while I write this fic!! YEAHHHH

Supernatural never failed at its parallels

Thinking about Logan with a reader who teaches the youngest mutants at the school. I’m talking about kindergarteners, so if you don't like kids, click off now. This is also purely self indulgent because I teach kindergarten

Anyways can you imagine his reaction when he first meets you? Sweet little thing, bright eyed, wide smile, with brightly patterned dresses and tops and skirts? He wants to ruin you. 

And don't get me started on how he feels when he SEES you interacting with your students. He’s so far gone it isn’t even funny. Seeing you deal with scraped knees, kissing them better, playing with the kids, running from them in some silly game, laughing, cheeks flushed and what the HELL is wrong with him? He’s the big bad Wolverine, but you, with your bright smiles and hopeful eyes and soft, calming voice, have him weak in the knees. 

Plus his breeding kink goes into overdrive, imagining how good you’d look with HIS kid in your arms specifically. 

But holy shit, when you two have been dating a while and you let him sit in on your classes this man is the biggest teddy bear you’ll ever see. Patiently colouring with one kid, while another naps in his lap. Your ovaries will explode, You will get baby fever, There is no escape. 

And the kids LOVE him, asking when Mr Logan is coming back, if he’ll take them on a ride on his motorcycle, if he can come again tomorrow. 

He’ll walk you to your classroom door, press a soft kiss to your mouth (ignoring the EWWW’s from any early students) and leave you with a see you later.

Back when they had to turn on the tv manually instead of trampling the remote. Photo from my collection, no date/info.

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“He even got a picture of all three boys, together, in Times Square. Smiling. Like a family.”

Price: Why is Simon crying on the floor? Y/N: He's drunk Price: And? Y/N: And he found out I'm married Price: But he's married to you Y/N: I know