Can We Please Get More Scruffy!reader Where Jason Thinks Refers On Drugs But It Actually Her Bipolar

Can we please get more scruffy!reader where Jason thinks refers on drugs but it actually her bipolar disorder

This is not that but-

Jason tucked you closer to his side and helped you up the steps. You're still exhausted. And now he knows, very depressed. But you feel like being out and about today- not out out. But. Out enough to see the family. And least he thinks. Until you freeze at the threshold. Rooted in place so suddenly and so completely that when Jason steps past you, the chill where you'd been standing stops him short.

"Pockets," he coaxes, "C'mon it's cold out here."

"I should go home," you murmur, wrapping your arms around yourself. Like it was going to protect you. "I shouldn't-"

"Hey." Jason stepped closer to you and squeezed your shoulders. "No one is mad at you, baby."

"I just. I can't." You struggle to find the words to say that you're humiliated. That you feel like a fraud. That your feet hurt and all you want is to curl up in your bed and sleep. Because you don't feel anything when you're asleep and this is oppressive.

"At least come let me get stuff to rebandage your feet, kay? Tell Bruce what you decided about school for now- I'll tell him. And then we can go? We'll go put you to bed for a while." He doesn't wait for an answer. Instead, he just sweeps you up off your feet to carry you. He figured that way you could give your feet a break and be held at the same time. And when you don't protest, settling in his arms like a rag doll, Jason kisses the top of your head. "It'll be fine, Pockets."

"Good lord," Alfred said blinking, "Is everything alright?" Jason cradled you in his arms and you hid your face in his neck- he couldn't tell if you were asleep or injured you were so still.

"Came to steal some bandages and talk to Bruce," Jason said, following Alfred through to a salon. One that had a comfortable sofa to lay you on. Thankful when the Butler correctly assessed that this wasn't a snit and took your coat before deftly handing Jason a blanket for you.

"Let's just get some supplies," Alfred said unperturbed, trying not to let on how worried he was. He'd not seen you at a point that low since you were 16. He clapped Jason on the shoulder and squeezed, "Will you be alright here for a while?"

You nod silently, not able to look up at him, And Alfred smiled sadly. "Alright, then. Call if you need anything?"

"I'm just tired," you murmur.

Jason slid your shoes off carefully and tucked your feet under the blanket, "Just rest for a little while," he hummed. "I'll be back."

"Okay."

And when you curl up, with no choice but to close your eyes and wait, Jason lets Alfred lead him out of the room.

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Bruce puts the basket down on the side table quietly and looks down at you. You're not Asleep, he knows. Your breathing isn't even enough ad there's tension in your face that shouldn't be there. But. You ALMOST pass muster.

He sits on the end of the sofa, lifting your feet up gently to prop them on his thigh and get a look at them- make sure things are healing properly.

When he starts to unbandage them and you Jerk your foot out of his lap with a hiss, Bruce winces in contrition, "Sorry," he said, "I should have known it was gonna be a little tender still."

"I can do it," you murmur, "It's fine."

"Y/N," he said, gently but firmly reclaiming your foot, "You can't see the bottoms of your feet. Not well anyway."

"Bruce-"

"How are you feeling?" he asked, hoping that if he irritated you, just a little he could see some of the spark flicker. Just a little.

But all he gets is a tiny little shrug as you shrink into yourself. And Bruce feels a stab of pain behind his ribs. He could see it now. All the signs that something just wasn't quite right. Periods of time where you slept a couple hours and bounced out of bed feeling fine. The periods of time where you basically just were sleep walking. And he can see how- horrible you feel. Guilty and ashamed. For something you couldn't change. Something that wasn't your fault.

So for a few minutes, he lets you have silence. Working on unwrapping bandages so he could see the damage firsthand. "When you're ready," he said, keeping his voice steady, "you can go back to school."

"I'm sorry," you murmur, "I just couldn't-"

"There's nothing to be sorry for," Bruce interjected. "I was going to talk to you about taking a little break anyway. You've been working through school at a breakneck pace since Jason died- It's not- Not that there's anything wrong with that, necessarily. But I thought you could help me with a project."

"I understand if you don't want me to do it. Or want me with Jason I tried to break up with him and he just wouldn't let me and I don't know-I know you never really wanted us together." You break off when Bruce looks up at you, wrapping your arms around yourself and looking down. Not sure how to read the look on his face. Hoping he doesn't yell. Because if he yells you'll cry and you feel like you can't stop crying.

The stab of pain behind his ribs intensified and Bruce looked down to look at your feet, carefully applying antibiotics and making a note to tell Jason to keep a careful eye on some of the deeper cuts. "I can't think of anyone better for the job," Bruce said honestly. "Or anyone else Jason should be with." He can feel you tense. Waiting for the "but". There isn't one coming though. "I just didn't like it," he said, "Because when I watch you two walk next to each other you're still kids- literal babies that should NOT be looking at each other like that." When you snort, he smiles just a little. There you are. "And as far as a job goes- I've had this in mind for you for a while." He pauses and fixes the bandages in place carefully, "When you feel better. And when you're ready, just call."

"Bruce-"

"You don't have to suffer," he said gently. "You don't need penance. You don't need to be scolded. You need help." He tucked your feet back under the blanket and looked at you. "This isn't your fault. And I'm sorry it's your responsibility- but. If anyone can figure this out, it's you Pockets."

"You're not mad at me for dropping out?"

"You need time," Bruce said. "You needed to let something go- and I'm proud of you for doing something that hard." He smiled a little. He never thought he'd be proud of a kid for dropping out but- go figure, it was the last one he ever expected to do it. "You can go back when you're ready. You can take the job when you're ready. Right now, just- just focus on getting better. We were all worried about you."

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Bruce talking to Jason and being a good dad?

"How is she?" Bruce asked, watching Jason slump in a chair, curled like a question mark around a cup of tea.

"Tired," Jason said, "Terrified. Disappointed. Sad- not that she's saying any of it right now."

"Jay, it's not-"

"Her feet are cut to ribbons," Jason said softly. "And she's not hungry at all. I'm not sure if she's depressed or it's the adjustment to her meds but she didn't go to class today."

Bruce swallowed asking if he still wanted to be involved with you. He could hear the worry. He was afraid for you. He felt guilty for not being there. "Whatever she decides to do with school, it'll be okay," he sighed. "She needs time to recover."

Jason nodded slowly, "I thought she was on Drugs- I told her to leave."

"You were upset," Bruce said fairly. "You thought she crossed a line-"

"I should have known better," Jason protested, "I mean fuck. All I would have had to do was believe her but I had to-"

"Jason," Bruce sighed, "You panicked. You made a mistake."

"She could have died." Jason rubbed his hand over his face. "She was lost. She was scared- She came to me for help. Because she didn't understand what was happening and I threw her out."

"Have you talked to-"

"She's not been real chatty," Jason snorted. "All she said when I dropped her off was 'Thank you' and 'She'd call me'; She hasn't called and I've been left on read thus far."

"Jason."

"She wants some space," Jason sighed. "Time to figure out how she feels about it."

"Is that wise?"

"Maybe not," Jason sighed "But. If I make her talk she'll just tell me what she thinks I want to hear to get me to fuck off."

"So what does this mean for the future?" Bruce asked.

"I don't know," Jason admitted. "But I do know that I'm not leaving her."

Blizzard

Reader: F Character: Wakatoshi Ushijima Rating: E Summary: You were sacrificed by your town for a warm spring as winter gripped the town, almost killing the livestock and what little food supplies you had. Except the demon who found you didn’t want to eat you.  Warning: Demon AU, Smut, Breeding Kink, Magic, Reference to animal death, Fluff, Friends to Lovers, 5.6k Words Tip Jar 🍸 | Ask Box: Open

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Life Saver

Tate Langdon x Reader

(Before Tate dies)

A/N- Thank you so much for all of the likes on my first writing. It really means a lot. I hope y’all enjoy this one too<33

Warnings/ Trigger- mention of blood and bruising and some swearing

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“Move it asssholes.” My elbows shoved people out of the way while I weaved through the dense crowd of high schoolers.

“Tate!”

I lost my footing once I reached the crowd break and stumbled into the space where Tate was being held against a wall. His face was bloody. The bridge of his nose was split, there was blood coming from his nostrils, his lip was bleeding and so was his eyebrow.

The guy who pinned him rammed his knee into his stomach, making him keel over with a grunt. His name is Ray Tranton.

“Get off him you son of a bitch.” The heel of my book found his side and with wail he fell over. I noticed his face was bloody, more so than Tate’s. 

“Let’s go.” I grabbed Tate’s hand and pulled him through the parting crowd. I scowled at some of the individuals who didn't move. 

“Y/n let go. I can take him.” Tate tried to get loose from my hold. 

“Go ahead, run away Langdon. You can’t hide behind your girl forever!” Ray called after us. 

“Fuck off! And try looking in a mirror, you look worse that he does!” I yelled back, still dragging Tate until we were inside an unoccupied bathroom. 

“Sit.” I patted the counter and set my bag in a sink before digging through it to find antiseptic wipes and tape for his cut skin. I’ve gotten used to having to clean up his face. 

“I could have taken Ray.” Tate’s arms were crossed while he leaned against the counter. 

“Tate I said sit.” 

He sighed and lifted himself onto the counter. He slouched. I stood between his legs and started to clean up his face. 

“I could have taken him.” Tate looked frustratedly over my shoulder with a wince.

“Sorry.” I said. “And that’s what I’m worried about.” My lips pressed together before I said anything else. “Tate, you could kill someone. And I’m scared that one day you will. That’s why I drag you away every time you get into trouble.” 

He closed his eyes. That told me that I was right.

“Ray deserves to be dead.” His fists clenched from their place on his knees. 

“No he doesn't. No one deserves to be dead.” My eyes traveled to his bloody knuckles. I sighed and started cleaning them too. 

“Yes he does. Him and my mother.” 

I stepped back, knowing that if I said anything wrong he’d hit me. It’s happened before. 

“Sorry.” Tate locked eyes with me for a second before I came back to finish cleaning his blood. 

“It’s okay. Just try and work on that.” I put the tape over the cut on his nose and his eyebrow. 

We were both silent as I finished and threw my trash away. 

“Shit. My moms gonna be pissed at me for this.” Tate stared at himself in the mirror and traced around a few developing bruises. 

“You can stay at my place for a few nights. My parents left on a business trip last night and won't be back until next week.” I shrugged, slinging my bag over my shoulder as the dismissal bell rang. “We’d have the whole place to ourselves.” 

Tate nodded. “Thanks. You're a lifesaver.” 

I nodded with a grin. “Hell yeah I am.” He smiled as we walked out of the bathroom.

Little Bump

A/n: I got soft watching the last EP. of AHS: Asylum and thought about Kit getting a wonderful life than I wrote this. There’s no actual dialogue heads up.

Warnings: Pregnacy is the main theme of the fic, One swear word I think, this is utter fluff. Enjoy!  

Word Count: 821

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