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Don’t Have To Like Him - Jason Todd x Reader

Originally posted by jasontoddlonelysoul

Request: Hey I love your Blog ^_^. I was wondering if you could write a story where the reader moved from  Manhattan to Gotham to go to college. She’s dating Jason Todd, but the reader is like a little sister to Captain America and the other avengers and they don’t approve of the relationship when they find out because of how Jason deals with criminals.


Being an young Avenger did seem cool, you got to save people’s lives and while doing so felt good about it as well. But it was also a bit annoying since you treated like the little sister of the group…more so to Steve then others but still.

Even though you loved them like family there worries still go annoying…just like how the voiced out their worries for you dating Jason Todd, no one other then known as Red Hood.

At first Natasha found out and you begged her not to tell anyone which in the end she agreed, even though she didn’t approve she still couldn’t really keep you from the guy.

“Whats wrong babe?” Jason asked.
“I really would love to tell my family about us…but they don’t see your work the way I do…” You frowned.

Closing the fridge door he walked towards you and cupped your cheek with his left hand.

“I know, but you do realize that to me it doesn’t matter who accepts me or not. I’ll still be with you.” Jason told.
“That I know, I just want to be able to tell them so I don’t have to avoid the subject…” You sighed.

Not that you two were hiding your relationship it was just since Natasha found out and soon Clint did they would make sure Jason knew not to hurt you and to keep you protected when you weren’t in there line of sight.

Course Jason wouldn’t ever let someone get their hands on you.

“Now come on, we gotta go out tonight, you know date night I promised.” Jason smirked.
“Really?! Don’t you have work though?” You asked.
“Nah, Roy said he’d take over for the night.” Jason told you.

Smiling you silently thanked Roy for that and went to go get your coat and shoes, date night with Jason rarely happened but when there was time to do so you both would go take that time as much as you could take.

It was just how your relationship worked to stay active.

**Time Skip**

Walking hand in hand to your favorite cafe you both sat down cross from one another and began talking, few minutes or so later the team of yours walked in as well as they were all gonna have time together as a group to talk about random things.

Giggling away that so happened to reach Tony’s ears he quickly started to hit at Bruce’s arm.

“What?!” Bruce sighed.
“Look! It’s (Y/N)!” Tony poked at the couple.

The team turned their heads at the couple and some of their eyes widen, they knew of Jason Todd being Red Hood and didn’t really like how he took care of the criminals in his city.

“I don’t like this…” Steve mumbled.
“What is she doing with him?” Sam asked.
“Who knows….” Bucky mumbled.

Looking over at his best friend Bucky raised an eyebrow at the stare Steve was giving off, he knew that (Y/N) meant the world to him as a younger sister so it was to be expected to see this reaction out of him.

“I’ll have a talk with her.” Steve told.

The team nodded there heads leaving it to the Captain to do the talking, you did listen to him much better then the others…well Bucky as well but more so on Steve’s side since you both treated one another as siblings.

“Wanna head back?” Jason asked.
“Yeah I want to spend as much time as I can with you.” You smiled.

Paying for your food and drinks you had both walked out once more hand in hand and headed back home. Together.

**The Next Day**

Today was a mission that you had with Steve and Bucky, you three were to get information on the enemy so you all could make a quick move without anyone getting hurt or killed.

Using the jet you sat in the back as the two adults got everything ready. But what Steve saw last night still bothered him so he decided to speak it out before the mission would start once they all arrived.

“Alright..(Y/N) we need to talk..” Steve sighed.
“About what?” You asked.

Bucky just sent a silent look as if telling Steve not to upset you to much about it.

“I saw you with him last night, in fact we all did.” Steve told.
“Wait you mean….” You started.
“Yes I saw you with Jason Todd…” Steve sighed.
“I was gonna tell you! I swear!” You shouted.
“I don’t like him, (Y/N) He doesn’t do well with criminals.” Steve tried to reason.
“But he’s doing what he believes is right, I know it’s wrong myself but I’m trying to help him see that as well.” You told.
“I still don’t like him.” Steve shook his head.
“You don’t have to like him….but you still can’t stop me from dating him.” You told.

Silence was in the jet, it was proof you were finished talking about it and was indeed rather hurt that your older brother figure had voiced out his bad feelings to your boyfriend.

“He protects me despite knowing you all wouldn’t like him….he makes me more happier then I’ve ever been…” You mumbled.

Steve could tell that was the truth, cause at some point he did indeed remember that there was the one day you came in at the Avengers base with more happiness in your eyes then you used to. At that time he wasn’t sure what to think it could be.

“Steve let’s give the guy a chance….if he hurts her then we bring hurt to him.” Bucky sighed.
“Your really gonna let this happen?” Steve asked.
“She seems to really love the guy, besides didn’t you say she’s like a little sister to you?” Bucky mentioned.
“Yeah…” Steve sighed.
“Then you can just look out for her like always, and make sure he doesn’t hurt her.” Bucky explained.

Bucky was right, if Jason did in the end hurt you in anyway he would be there for you, at your side without a second thought. And to be honest he also knew he wouldn’t be able to keep you from him cause the more he would voice out for you not to be near him…you’d just be falling more and more into his arms.

“Alright fine…I’ll accept you dating him..but it will be much more then this for me to accept him as your boyfriend cause of the things he’s done.” Steve told you.
“Thank you, Steve! I promise you wont be disappointed! I mean sure he does handle things differently but I hope one day you’ll see him how I do..in a way..” You smiled.

Finally they accepted him, may not accept how he handles things but still counts to you.


||A/N: Ahh sorry for the long wait! I’m gonna be starting on these requests rather slowly, I got some personal stuff to handle and it doesn’t look to good for us at the moment. But I hope you still like this one and I hope the wait was worth it! Enjoy!!||

Paris (Isaac Lahey Imagine)

Request: Can you please do a Isaac imagine where you’re Allison sister but she never talk about you to the pack and when she dies,Isaac move to France you meet there,and then come back to BH and the pack find out that you’re an argent so they think that’s one of the reason why is Isaac dating you sorry if it is a bit confusing!thank you

 A/n: I don’t know french and i had to use google translate for some french sentence, so if it’s wrong feel free to correct me, i changed it a bit and i hope you like it x 

 This is so long about 3,370 words.

 Request are closed!

 I moved to France when i was 14 with my aunt. I always loved Paris ever since i was a little child and when i found out that my aunt was going to live there i had to beg my parents to let me go. Which surprisingly they did they let me go live her in Paris. And that’s when the 14 year old me moved to the city of love. 

But to every happy moment in your life there’s always the sad part that comes with it. I had to leave my family behind. My mom, my dad and my only sister, whom i loved dearly, Allison. I’m now 17 and living 3 years away from home is rough. 

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Omg, I'm in my twenties.

This year, I turned 24 – and with it came a startling realization.

Oh my god. I’m 24. What the hell?!

Now I know that sounds stupid. “You’re only 24,” my colleagues tell me - in fact, somebody said this to me today. “You’ve got your whole life ahead of you!” my older friends preach (if you reckon you’re one of these older friends, I’m sorry for calling you old and appreciate your endless wisdom. You look extra dashing today).

And yeah, I suppose I still am quite young. I haven’t had to start using Just For Men quite yet. Sure, I’m just getting started with things like my career and other adulty stuff that I’m too scared to even write because they’re so daunting. Because if I write words like rent or mortgage or bills, then that makes them true. It makes them applicable to me.

But at the same time, a tiny (and by tiny I mean huuuuuuuge) part of me is screaming that everything just needs to slow down. Because how am I 24 already? How have I not achieved THIS LIFE GOAL yet, and not accomplished THIS DREAM by now? How am I not the person I wanted to be? How are so many of my Facebook friends doing better than me? Look, they’ve just bought their first house. And how nice, he’s moving to America. And her job probably pays her a shit-ton of money. When you’ve got people like Zara Larsson making millions at 18, and you’ve got young people making entrepreneurs out of themselves through social media, it can be crippling to realize that you’ve done none of these things. As though it’s expected of you. As though that’s the norm.

It all gets a bit much sometimes. You realize that the months are blurring into years and that today you’re 24, but one day you will be 30, then one day you’ll be 40, and then it might just be too late to do all the stuff you always wanted to do. We all give ourselves a sort of itinerary for life, don’t we? We’re in the age of the bucket list. When the future is one enormous, foggy tunnel that you’re racing towards and you can’t stop, it’s all you can do to stop yourself from diving into bed with a multipack of Reese’s peanut buttercups and hiding away from the world with your favourite memes. Because let’s face it, we’ve all got ‘em (quite fond of the latest Kermit craze, tbh).

Stop. Breathe. Just freakin’ calm down and stop overthinking for a second, alright? Have a cup of tea and pet something fluffy. Sometimes I literally just grab my half-pug and bury my face in his abundance of rolls and instantly feel better.

My problem is that I’m quite self-critical. And if there’s one thing that my boyfriends asks me all the time, it’s this: why do I keep comparing myself?

And he’s right. I do constantly measure my own life up against that of other people. Mostly in terms of career success. I sometimes look at other authors, others who have literary agents or who have even been published by my age, and I wonder – how come they’ve managed to do that, but I haven’t?

The thing is, we’re living in an age of instant gratification. Our internet is faster than ever. You can take a picture, upload it to Instagram, and rake in the likes in just a few seconds. Everything is happening now, and as a result our attention spans have taken a real hit. Hell, my attention has wandered several times just writing this blog post. Oh, let me just check Facebook real quick…

So it just makes sense that we’ve accidentally conditioned ourselves to expect the same from life. From our long-term goals and aspirations. They need to happen right now, and then we need to tell everyone about it.

No. No more. Social media can be great. I couldn’t live without it now. But it’s also toxic. We poison ourselves into thinking we need to be something, when all we really need to be is happy. Happy and in the moment. And what makes me happy? Well, Tom makes me happier than anything. So does our dog, Buzz. And travelling. And going out. And reading. And writing. And good food.

And I get to do those things a lot. On a weekly basis. Daily, for some of them. I get to go to work and come home to cwtches (Welsh word for cuddle, which I will use unsparingly… you would do well to integrate it into your own vocabulary) from my amazing boyfriend and our sausagey little pupper. We have travelled to, and will be travelling to, some amazing places and I don’t think we’ll ever tire of it. We’ll always be jetting off to somewhere in search of adventures. We have some amazing friends, and we go out pretty much every weekend. I get to read books I love and write books I love whenever I want.

And don’t get me started on the food. I will hoover up anything and everything you set before me (I have been known to eat dog biscuits, but that was completely an accident and I probably need a whole other blog post just to explain myself).

Those are the things that make me happy right now (okay, so maybe not dog biscuits). Within instant reach. My real life instant gratification. Not the faux kind that comes from a little red bubble on Instagram telling you how many likes you’ve had. Or the artificial validation you get when you boast about something on Facebook. Because that doesn’t matter. What matters is that I’m surrounded by people and things that I love.

As for the other things? The long-term stuff? They will come. Keep hacking away at things in your own time, and things will start to happen. It doesn’t matter how long it takes. Life isn’t a race. JK Rowling was in her thirties before her first book was published – and look where she is now. Maybe instead of reading about people’s successes, read about their failures. Normalise it. Accept it. Know that failure isn’t actually real – it’s only an internal measure of yourself. It’s fictional.

So if you’re like me and you’re in your 20’s, feeling like you should have amounted to something by now, please stop. You’re doing just fine. Go at your own pace. Stop comparing yourself to others, because it’s dangerous. It rots your mind. It makes you lose sight of what’s important. Make a list of the things that give you that real life gratification and focus on them. Because they’re what matter the most.

And next time those slimy thoughts start creeping their way back in, come read this blog post. I’ll be here, probably experiencing exactly the same thing.

my speech for my english speaking exam on friday!!

Tanned but talented Speech

What’s the first thing that comes to mind when I say, wigs, Swarovski crystals, glitter and fake tan? Drag queens? Maybe beauty pageants? Well what about Irish dance?

Here’s the problem…

The progression of Irish dance has seen Irish traditions; evolve into a modernised worldwide competitive art. The nation as a whole no longer associates Irish dance with half a million dancers from all over the world, partaking in a traditional art form, training and competing at Olympian standard, they now equate Irish dance to beauty pageants!!

The new 21st century pre-conceptions outsiders have of Irish dance frustrate me! Irish dance isn’t seen as a sport to the outside world. But have you ever tried to stand on the tips of your toes for 3 hours? Have you ever tried to walk with blisters on the balls of your feet, the size of golf balls? Have you ever suffered with; swollen ankles, swollen knees, ruptured tendons and assorted stress fractures? ALL AT THE SAME TIME??

Recently engineers at Coventry University have discovered that Irish dancer’s ankles have to bear up to 14 times their own body weight whilst executing certain moves, for example the standing on the tips of toes for 3 hours upon end, comparing the force similar to what a fighter pilot experiences, permanently damaging the body over time….. Beauty queens stilettos don’t even come close to the pain!!!

I understand at first glance our unique oompa lumpa look can be somewhat bewildering, however Irish dancing is all about presentation: how we present the dance we’ve been taught and how we present ourselves as a performer, a ballet dancer wouldn’t go on stage with a pair of jeans on so why should an Irish dancer?

Everything has a purpose. Heavy sage makeup allows the dancers face to show up under the vibrant luminous lights, stopping the performer from looking ‘washed out’ and ‘ghostly’. Subsequently spray tanning enhances muscle look on stage whilst making the legs look natural from a far. It’s just part of the whole package!!!

Beauty pageants are just a beauty contest!!!  Irish dance isn’t based on the aesthetic! Results are nothing to do with how you look and children under the age of 10 are banned from wearing makeup and fake tan full stop, whereas beauty pageant contestants are wearing so much more including fake teeth known as flippers as young as age 4.

Nevertheless walking around a stage doesn’t take skill, but you need skill to jump four foot in the air and move around a vast world stage. Unlike beauty pageants Irish dance isn’t discriminating. Anyone, any size, any ethnicity from Japan, Australia, and America or anywhere in between, youre welcomed. Yet can you imagine the intensity of destruction on a young girl’s self-esteem if another child is deemed ‘better looking’ as a result of their ethnicity and or skin complexion? Of course this would consequently lead to psychological complications having disastrous effects on the mind; with thoughts of thinking they aren’t good enough and who wants that for their child?

Through Irish dance, students are disciplined, learning that the results will come from hard work, and understanding that they must be motivated to do well now and in the future. Whilst having the opportunity as a result of their hours of commitment and drive to excel within the field to travel the world to compete, experiencing new different cultures and making friends with other dancers from every part of the globe, enabling them to grow in confidence and give them the skills to talk to new people from a very young age.

The problem with Irish dance is people can’t see past the tan, the wigs and the sparkle. They’re judging Irish dance like a book cover missing the beauty, the skill and the athleticism that makes a dancer…