But I Love It Too…

Jason Todd and rockstar!reader

warnings: allusion to substance abuse and suicide ideologies.

From the moment he met you, Jason knew you were too good for him; you were too talented, too sweet, too perfect. Still, he couldn't stay away.

You used to work at a music store on the quieter side of Gotham and the two of you would occasionally cross paths but never shared more than a few words. Even then, before he really knew you, he'd thought you were wonderful, but assumed you were more likely go for someone like Dick: charming, stable, easy to love.

When you began your rise to fame, quitting your poorly-paying job and moving into a nicer apartment, he felt a pang of sadness. The city, especially those in it's poorer areas, were happy to see one of their own making it out. But Jason just missed seeing you around.

The first time he saw you since you'd upgraded your lifestyle was at one of Bruce's galas. He didn't know whether he should even go up to you, knowing you were to be swarmed throughout the night and unsure if he knew you enough to feel confident striking up a conversation.

It was you, however, that took a seat next to him at the open bar and mentioned that you remembered him from your old side of town. It was you that made sure the two of you exchanged numbers before the night had ended. It was you that invited him to the studio one night, and then for drinks, and then back to your apartment. It was you that felt like no good. But you were too drawn to him to stay away.

So Jason stuck around. It was often easy, seeing as he quickly fell in love with you. It got harder at times. Like when you couldn't bare the millions of eyes constantly on you and felt like one more pair, his, would just kill you. Or when neither of you could talk about your pains. When he would find you on your bathroom floor, clutching a bottle of prescription pain killers and next to a shattered mirror, you would tell him to leave. Not just for that night, but forever. He never would. You never understood why.

Jason couldn't quite grasp why you, someone that could have anyone in the world, probably, would choose him of all people. Especially when it seemed to physically hurt for him to give or receive an "I love you". He didn't understand why you were so eager to touch him when it would make him shiver and shrink away, at least at first. He couldn't feel the smoothness of his own skin like you did. All he could notice were the pink scars across his chest and back.

But he was a fighter, and maybe less obviously, so were you. So you would keep loving each other, if only you could help it.

i think i wanna make this into a fic so lmk if you're interested...

i want to start writing but voting on my next fic hasn’t ended yet 😫😫

i might just have to put something out 🤷‍♀️

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐣𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐝 ⋆ ˚｡⋆ʚ𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳 . 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 . coming soon

i just had an earth-shatteringly devastating idea for a Leon fic… are we feeling like we want a good cry orrrr..?

ethel cain is for when you know your bad asf but like still wanna die

Was scrolling through AO3 and found this gem

Enemy to parent is a trope we have to popularise lmao

in regards to this…

the fic would rely heavily on the events of re2 but would also take place long after and would focus on the reader and leon’s relationship following the events i am planning on adding…

my question is that since i am already writing 1 (maybe 2?) fics that follow the events of re2, would it get redundant to include these scenes in this newer fic? i thought of incorporating these scenes through flashbacks to keep the pacing up and have the story stand out from the formula of my others. but i would love to hear what ppl would prefer :) lmk!!

i just had an earth-shatteringly devastating idea for a Leon fic… are we feeling like we want a good cry orrrr..?

“I’m good with words, but not when it’s important. Not when something real is on the line.”

Leon might be a little overconfident. When it comes to women, sports, his job. On the night of September 29, however, it became blatantly clear that nothing, not even cockiness and faux self-assurance, could make any of that night’s events easier. Well, maybe except for a companion that could hold her own and fluster him a bit.

...be ready (;

i hate christmas! 🤗🤗

how did she even get this