đłď¸âđJason Todd x Male!Reader
Reader is a painter and owns a gallery across the street from Jasonâs Tattoo Studio
Day one of living in Gotham and you really didnât get why it had a bad rep. It was a nice area, at least the part you lived in. The area you opened your gallery was in a nice area too.
You did get that some parts of Gotham were not as welcoming once the sun went down, but thatâs like most places.
You placed all your canvases on the stands as you looked around, breathing in deeply with a smile on your face. You could be your own boss, work your own hours. Relax.
You heard rock music playing from across the street, not too loud, but loud enough it caught your attention.
There was a guy outside the studio across the street, he was tall, muscular and had ink almost everywhere. At least from where you could see, though he was wearing a tank top and shorts, which didnât cover much. He was carrying boxes inside from the back of his truck.
âToddâs place, sounds cuteâ you said to yourself as you walked out of your studio, making sure to lock the doors behind yourself.
You walked across the street and went inside the studio, you looked round to see books on the shelves. Opening some and flipping through pages, it was all artwork.
The smell of fresh ink filled your nostrils as you took in the sight of the studio, it was clean. The sound of a tattoo gun could be heard in the distance.
âHey, can I help you?â The tall, muscular guy from earlier said as he walked into view. Smiling at you.
Tattoos down both his arms, up his neck, you could see a bit of his chest and there were tattoos there too. His hands had some nice flower work.
âHi, sorry to just walk in, I just opened the art studio across the street. I heard music and thought Iâd come overâ you said, trying not to blush too much, as the handsome man looked in your eyes.
âSorry, is the music too loud? I was cleaning and moving stuff around to make room for the delivery. I mustâve not realisedâ he said, fumbling for the control to the stereo.
âOh no, I like Nirvana. I just wanted to come and introduce myselfâ you reached your hand out, stopping him from turning the music off.
âGreat, well itâs nice to meet you, Iâm Jason. Jason Toddâ he held his hand out.
âY/n y/l/nâ you shook his hand, smiling.
âTodd? As inâŚ?â You began, Jason chuckling.
âYeah, Toddâs place, thought it would be a cool nameâ Jason blushed a little.
âIt isâ you reassured, Jason nodding over to your studio.
âWhatâs your place called?â He asked, you narrowed your eyes.
âY/l/nâ
Jason laughed, finding it funny that you both had the same idea of naming your studio simply after your last names.
âI like the artwork, whoâs the artist? In the booksâ you asked, Jason smiled slightly.
âMe and my best friend, Royâ he admitted, you raising an eyebrow. Clearly impressed.
âWow, Iâm impressedâ
âThanks, Iâm assuming the canvases you sell are your own artwork?â Jason urged, he was seemingly liking this conversation.
âYeah, some anonymous artists send stuff in for me to sell, but havenât had that privilege since last yearâ you laugh, Jason stepping a little closer to you.
âWell, if you ever get bored and want to play around with designs, we could use some help with our art booksâ Jason suggested as you nodded, eagerly.
âSame if you want to sell your artwork as more than tattoosâ you wink.
You both left the conversation on a light note as you both realised you should get back to work, but there was a spring in your step. Jason seemed like a genuine person, a genuinely nice guy. You were quite shocked, he looked rough around the edges from afar, but then after talking. He was just like everyone else.
Youâd settled really quickly into the swing of everything, selling your art to various types of people.
Some were rich snobs who wanted a painting for their second bathroom, some were newly weds looking for a piece for their first home together. Some just really liked the design and wanted to find a space to hang it up.
You were so caught up in your own mind that youâd neglected that the canvases were running low. Along with work to sell.
Youâd set yourself a day aside in the weekend to finish everything, which you wouldâve done easily had it not been for the fact that you also ran low on supplies.
âHeyâ you smiled as you walked into Jasonâs tattoo studio, he smiled at you while cleaning up a client.
âWhatâs up y/n?â Jason greeted you kindly, as you walked to the counter.
âWas wondering if you had any brushes I could borrow?â You asked, Jason nodded as he pointed to a shelf.
You thanked him as you left the studio, while Jason looked at your form walking away. Which surprised even him, he didnât register his actions till you had left. His still present client cleared her throat.
âSorry, let me just wrap this upâ Jason got back to his work, with you in his mind.
Youâd been going at painting for a good few hours now, to the point your hand began to hurt a little. Fingers becoming stiff around the brush.
Wasnât the best way for you to spend a Saturday afternoon, working out of hours while everyone else was out having fun.
A sudden knock at your door caught your attention, you putting your brush down and walking over to the apartment door.
âJason?â You questioned, he just smiled as he lifted up a bucket.
âHey, thought you might want theseâ he suggested, you looked inside the bucket to find more brushes.
âThank youâ you accepted as you let him inside your apartment, shutting the door behind him.
âNice place, wow, thatâs beautifulâ Jason said as your painting caught his eye. He admired the design and the colours.
âThanks, itâs not finished yet. Still needs to dry a bit before I add somethings to itâ you said, placing the bucket on the counter. Jason turned and looked at you.
You were dressed in an old pair of blue dungarees, with paint all over your hands, arms and a bit on your face.
âWe donât use brushes anymore, so thought you could have themâ Jason explained as he stepped closer to you.
âThanks again, howâd you know where I live by the way?â You asked, curious as Jason looked to the floor.
âYou listed your address on your studio website, maybe donât do that in case creeps show upâ Jason laughed, looking back at you.
âGot itâ
You walked over and put away the stuff you were using, putting it out of the way. Closing the pots of paint too.
âYou want a beer?â You asked Jason, he nodded a little.
You grabbed two cold beers from the fridge and handed one to Jason, while you stopped off at the sink to wash yourself free of the paint on your body.
âSo, how long you been an artist?â Jason asked as he sat down, sipping his beer.
âSince I was a kid, my older siblings were more into lovers and fame. I wanted something meaningfulâ
Jason nodded as he felt he could relate in a way, the self-proclaimed black sheep of his family. Feeling like he had to compete to be taken serious at times.
âYou should sell this stuff to a museum, youâd make a mintâ Jason stared into your eyes, you huffed a little.
âIâm not that goodâ you replied as you walked over to the table where Jason was sitting and began drinking your beer.
âYou are, reallyâ he insisted, you going a little red in the face as Jason didnât break eye contact with you.
âThank you. So how long you been tattooing?â You asked Jason, he smiled a little.
âSince I was about 20, but couldnât do it professional yet, only opened up the studio about 2 years agoâ
Jason took it upon himself to work for the money to open up his studio, he felt it too easy to ask for Daddy to give him money. Bruce wouldâve done it, but thatâs not the point. Jason wanted to work hard for it, not have it handed to him.
Much like yourself, you could have just asked one of your older siblings to give you a loan or your parents. It just seemed more meaningful to do it by yourself.
âItâs great work, wish I was brave enough to get oneâ you chuckled, Jason smiled brightly.
âI could do one for you, they really donât hurt that muchâ Jason informed, âplus I wonât charge muchâ he joked.
âIâll keep that in mindâ
Jason still caught himself staring at you as you spoke, your handsome face just seemed so inviting to him. Heâd been with men before, but heâd never been so captured by someone like you.
âWhat are you doing tonight?â Jason asked you suddenly, you shot an eyebrow up.
âNothing, probably working on the next pieceâ you answered, Jason sighed at the answer.
âItâs a weekend, come on get out with friendsâ
âI donât have any, not in Gotham anywayâ you replied, Jason looked a little saddened by your response.
âIâll be your friendâ Jason said genuine, making you laugh a little.
âSorry, itâs just so cute that you careâ
Jason placed his hand on yours as he spoke softly again.
âIâm serious y/n, why donât me and you do something?â
You studied Jasonâs face as he looked deep in your eyes, his gesture not changing.
âOk, you know Gotham better than me, show me the good spotsâ
And show you he did, Jason took you to all the good places he could. Bars, nightclubs, he took you to eat too. Insisting to pay for the majority of the night as it was his idea. Though you did pay your way of course, you didnât like the thought of Jason being âexpectedâ to pay for everything.
It was a great afternoon to night out with Jason, you both got to know each other better. You even found out that his adoptive father was Bruce Wayne, which isnât something Jason brags about.
You invited Jason back to your apartment as he seemed to not want to go home yet, so he came home with you.
âI have something to show youâ you informed as you walked Jason to the guest bedroom.
Jason looked at the room a little confused as you pointed to the floor, sitting down.
âLay on your backâ you urged, Jason doing so a little unsure.
âWowâ he gasped a little as he lay on his back, looking up at the ceiling.
It was an art piece of the solar system painted into the ceiling, the sky of the room lit up from the product of glow in the dark paint. Purples, greens, whiteâŚit was a design no one had seen.
âI finished it last weekâ you said, Jason looking at you, seemingly in shock.
âYou painted this?â He asked, shock present in his voice.
You simply nodded as Jason looked back at the rooms sky, mesmerised by it. You could hear the sound of Jasonâs calm breathing, watching in the corner of your eye as Jasonâs chest lifted up and down.
âCan I ask you a question?â Jason came out with, not looking at you as he still looked at the ceiling, you hummed in response.
âYou wanna go out again sometime? Like tonightâ he continued, you smiled brightly.
âYeah, Iâd like thatâ you replied, looking as Jason smiled.
He turned his head to face you as he found you were looking at him, he placed his hand on your face. Pulling you in a little as he greeted your lips with his, after a few seconds of the two of your lips meeting officially, Jason found his tongue inside your mouth. You welcomed it as you did the same.
Jason rolled onto his front with you laying on your back underneath him, still holding each other. Your lips and tongues dancing together in a sweet tango.
âGod, youâre so beautifulâ Jason breathed out as he looked at you. You pulling him in again, wanting his lips on yours.
It was a heated make out session as Jason found his jacket tossed across the room, you then found your hands in his T-shirt as you felt up his torso.
âFuckâ you breathed out into the kiss as Jason buried his face into your neck.
You could feel the heat coming from between your legs, as did Jason from between his. It was a perfect moment of passion, a sweet moment to end the night.
The sight of two men in a heated kiss as they slowly discarded their clothes, making a sweet night end with a hot moment. You didnât even go to your bed, you both remained under the sky of the room, the very room that caught Jasonâs attention.
You felt a slight chill up your spine as you woke up, a blanket covering your legs and groin, you found yourself with no clothes on. Laying next to a fast asleep Jason, who was also not wearing any clothes.
You didnât know if it was morning or not, or how early or late it was. You just knew that it was a great night. Jason felt so good inside you, he was gentle and sweet.
You found your underwear in the corner of the room, where Jason threw it so he could let his mouth work you up. You smiled as you remembered the acts from last night, how good Jason made you feel.
âMorning beautifulâ Jason smiled as he rolled over, seeing you standing up. Putting on your underwear.
âMorning, you want some coffee?â You sat on the floor next to Jason as you kissed his head.
Jason pulled you in for a sweet little kiss, as he held your face. While his free hand held your thigh.
âIâll have some please, just wanted to kiss you againâ Jason smiled, you blushed.
Jason drank his coffee while laying in only his underwear in your bed. You cleaning up on some more work.
Jason just looked at you as he admired your form and how you handled your piece, how much passion you had behind everything.
âIâm hard, youâre making me hardâ Jason said, rubbing his hand through his hair.
âHow am I making you hard?â You chuckled, Jason placing his empty coffee cup on your bedside table.
âCome here, you sexy fuckerâ Jason gestured with his hand, you smiled as you crawled over to the bed.
Climbing on top of Jasonâs lap as you two made out again, you felt Jasonâs length against you which caused you to get hard yourself.
âFuckâ you gasped, Jason grabbed at the waist of your underwear, pulling it down to expose part of your ass.
It was just as good as last night as you sat on Jasonâs hard, friend. Jasonâs moans made you so hot. You couldnât believe the luck you had.
The hot tattoo artist across the street was now naked in your bed. With you.
It wasnât all about the sex though as Jason felt the urge to take you for a long breakfast date. Well, by now it was more lunchtime.
As weeks went by Jason and you were getting closer and closer, even being the talk of the customers when youâd both run over the street to each other to have a quick kiss and chat.
It was special times with Jason and he made you feel, like you were the only man on earth. You did the same for him.
Though neither of you had said it yet to one another, there was love present in every way.
Most important: Spend the money you have on a motel. Churches probably will not actually help and shelters can be dangerous or turn you away. At a motel you have free breakfast, access to running water, and a lockable place to sleep. Do not waste money on a gym membership like the popular version of this post says to do, YMCA memberships are like $40.
2. Contact family and friends. Now is not the time to worry about being a burden. Your survival and safety comes first and that is all that matters, anyone worth having in your life will agree.
3. Start a gofundme. Even if someone canât offer you a place to stay, they might be willing to toss out $5 so you can eat today.
4. Libraries have free wifi. Apply to any and all jobs you can think of if you arenât already working.
5. Any home is a good home. Even if itâs a dingy apartment in a bad neighborhood. If its cheap and you can afford it, snatch it up.Â
6. Pancake mix and peanut butter are filling, cheap, and last a long time.
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what a beautiful day to remember that trans people of color exist and deserve better
I want you to remember:
The fascists hate you too and they just will pretend otherwise until after they've killed the rest of us, before they turn on you.
i want to wear his initial on a chain 'round my neck chain 'round my neck not because he owns me but 'cause he really knows me
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The way this makes so much sense
okay agatha all along episode 6 spoilers and also possibly absurdly outlandish theory incoming
i have a theory about lilia putting the sigil on billy. i assume she put it on him because she saw something that would endanger him if everyone immediately knew who he was and i initially foolishly assumed she was referring to agatha because you know. agatha is mildly unhinged after all
but I'm starting to think it's rio....because there's the theory going around that rio is death personified and honestly it makes so much sense. she can't kill agatha because death can't Kill others, it can only come when it's called. her power would kill agatha because it's a death domain power and either it's innate to her and only she can handle it, or you can only earn death related abilities a certain way. (also she's THE green witch. ashes to ashes and dust to dust etc every body returns to the earth)
in episode 5 she mentions that she hates ghosts which makes sense because she'd see them as perverting the natural cycle and clinging onto a semblance of life after death. so what on earth do we think rio would do if she knew that Billy's soul was possessing someone who's supposed to be dead? somehow i don't think it'll be pretty.
the sigil breaks at a weirdly specific point, too. it's after agatha kills alice, which means that rio is going to be preoccupied for a little while at least, giving billy and Agatha some time to discuss things. and if rio is death then agatha is likely the only person who knows that, and if we're getting technical the sigil only breaks once AGATHA concretely puts together that teen is billy.
lilia's divination works VERY weirdly, she's all out of time and often doesn't seem to remember her premonitions, but I would bet that the sigil was created with the knowledge that it would be broken once agatha specifically was the one to put the pieces together. because agatha knows rio and therefore she knows death. and we've seen already that agatha is VERY emotionally intuitive, it's what makes her so good at being a dickhead to others because she reads tells and emotional wounds so easily and knows exactly when she's hit a nerve. so i wouldn't put it past her to know Rio thoroughly enough to be the one to keep billy safe from her.
i just think the timing of the reveal is all very coincidental. not like, bad writing or anything, but the fact that agatha figures out it's billy AND has a whole emotional reunion with him with every other member of the coven missing feels a lot like Fate (which would probably come under lilia's domain). because now agatha and billy have an understanding of each other that will make it easier for them to walk the road together, but ALSO, nobody else knows. and agatha, who knows that rio is death and knows how rio feels about breaking the life-death cycle, can keep it a secret for him. she can protect him, even if he doesn't trust her.
anyway theory over but i swear to god billy and agatha better have the most lovely found family story arc. billy claims he doesn't need agatha but agatha has already adopted him in wanda's stead because she remembers being angry at the world like he is. oh and also she knows he does need her because death could be after him now lol
I was today years old when I learned that when you type âotp: trueâ in AO3 search results it filters out fics with additional ships, leaving only the fics where your otp is the main ship