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═══════ just a drabble about your cat lying in jason's lap man. very much based off my cat.
"jason have you seen─ oh, nevermind."
you pause next to the couch, staring at where jason sat, your cat in all her furred glory curled up in his lap like it could very well be her throne. her ear twitches at the sound of your voice, but she doesn't lift her head from where it's buried into his shirt and between her paws. jason sits almost straight as a board beneath her, staring down at her with an expression so confused and caught off guard, it has you snorting back a laugh. you wonder what happened before you walked in, when she went up to him and climbed in his lap.
"so," you drag out, taking a few steps close to get a better look at your cat, "this is new."
jason looks up at you, and he looks like he's about to say something but then your cat adjusts her position, stretching out her arms and kneading at his pants a few times before she goes still again. watching her, you can't quite help the sound that leaves you, cooing at the way your cat goes right back to sleep. it gets another ear twitch from her, but she otherwise doesn't move.
it's a little ironic you think ─ just the other day you and jason had gotten into a small unserious back and forth about how your cat supposedly hates him. you told him she didn't, he was convinced she did. and you couldn't blame him, not really, your cat was the perfect example of anxiety in a pet, she was scared of everyone; but jason had been coming around enough you could tell your cat was getting used to him, jason just couldn't tell.
"see," you grin, pointing at her, "told you she didn't hate you."
"she hated me yesterday," jason scoffs, holding out his arms, like he's trying to decide if he's allowed to put them down when she's taken up his personal space.
you roll your eyes, "she did not, she just takes her time."
"i think she's purring."
that makes you pause, leaning over the couch, and just loud enough that you don't have to be right next to her, you can hear your cat purring, just like jason said she was.
"oh my god, i think she loves you," you say, serious enough that it gets an odd look from jason.
"what?"
"she loves you."
"she's in my lap purring."
"exactly."
how to love jason todd. a guide.
How to love Jason Todd :: Notice him — he notices everything, so notice him back. Notice the way his shoulders drop when he’s finally home, when he sees your shoes lined up at the door and sees the glow of the TV in the living room, where you’re half asleep waiting for him. Notice the way he scans each room he enters before he lets himself settle within it, even the rooms he’s been in a million times before. Notice how he offers up the safer side of the sidewalk without thinking about it. Make sure he knows he isn’t invisible. Prove it every day. Prove it in tiny, sacred ways. Keep little parts of him with you at all times. Wear the clothes he leaves behind until they smell like the both of you. Memorize the shape of his hands, the feel of his fingers, the lines of his palm. Memorize how gentle hands so rough can be. Learn his hands so well that if you were to lose all other sense you’d know him by his touch alone. Mention in rooms he isn’t in, soft and natural like loving him in an instinct as deep as loving itself. Plant him so gently into your life, and tend to the sprout as it blooms, and blooms, and blooms again. Water it with consistency and routine, with reaching for him first.
As much as I would utterly LOVE to think Jason would use the Lazarus Pit if the Reader ever died, I just don’t think he would actually have the strength to.
Every night he remembered the burning pain in his lungs, his chest, his very soul. The way he was stolen from death’s hands and shoved back into his broken body to be used and abused once more.
And you, his love. His fragile, sweet love who lay dead in his arms. It wouldn’t feel right to rip you away from your newfound peace like he was. To inflict the same suffering that he would only wish upon his worst enemies.
So, instead, he would give you the burial he had taken from him. He would dig your grave with his own hands and gently lay you to rest with the flowers you oh so loved. And while nonreligious, after what he’s been through, he would find himself praying to any god that you would never be disturbed.
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═══════ a drabble about helping jason when he's hurt i know i know, isn't there enough of that. anyway, your relationship is ambiguous, interpret it how you wish.
if there is one thing jason is good at, it's violence; if there is one thing, you're good at, it is making sure he does not bleed out in your apartment.
"swear to god, jason, that blood better not stick to my floors."
he's leaning against your kitchen counter, his red helmet removed, allowing you to see his face clearly. your homemade first aid kit was on the counter next to him, its contents of gauze and painkillers spread out. you have him holding his arm out in front of you, a needle in your hand, with stitches halfway up the gash on his forearm. it wasn't neat, but it was good enough.
you were no nurse or doctor, you never even knew how to wrap gauze properly or stitch up a wound before jason, but after he showed up to your apartment injured, asking to use your bathroom enough times you decided to learn. videos on treating open wounds became among your most watched, and hours of conversation spent asking the nurse downstairs (who knew better than to ask questions when you lived in gotham) how to stich up a gash at home was enough to make you somewhat decent at it.
really, you're not sure why he decides to come to you when he gets injured on his nighttime duties, when you think there's probably someone much better at it than you who can help. even he could do a better job (you would know, you've seen him on several occasions treat his own injuries), and yet more often than not, you wake up to him on your fire escape, asking if he woke you up and if you could lend a hand.
"i'm bleeding out and you're worried about your floors?" he scoffs, though knowing him for as long as you have had you knowing there's no bite to the question.
"yes," ─ you don't look up from his arm when you sigh and pinch the skin, running the needle through once more, to which jason hardly reacts, too used to pain to be affected by it. "you of all people know how hard blood is to get out of anything, i don't need my apartment to look like someone dragged a body through here."
banter during these moments were normal, jabs of telling him to find someone else to stich him back up, even when you're already pulling out your first aid kit and gesturing for him to follow. because, despite yourself and your lack of medical knowledge, you would always help when the red hood knocked on your window.
his only response is a grunt, and that gets you looking up at him for a moment. he's staring at the needle, watching you stitch him up. he hadn't said much when he arrived other than the usual, "mind helping me out?" he replied to your banter like usual, but he never added to it like he would on a good day. you didn't ask any questions about what happened, the way his shoulders had been pulled back, tense as he cradled his hand over his bleeding arm, told you enough.
"alright, there," you waved him off, turning to pack everything back into its bag while he examined your work.
you turn away to take the first aid kit back to where you often keep it, but pause near the hallway, looking back at him with as much as a stern look someone who was up at 3am could muster, "i am going to bed, clean your blood off my floors."
he levels you with a stare that showed he wasn't the least bit amused with your orders, but you didn't give him time to argue (if he planned to at all), when you shrugged and turned away, "you can stay on the couch if you want, just in case your stitches come undone."
you barely catch a gruff thanks from the living room, before you shut off the hallway lights and close your bedroom door behind you.
what i write!
i write x reader fanfiction. the reader will mostly be gender neutral, but occasionally i may write male reader. i do my best to avoid major descriptors of the reader.
while all my works focus on jason, they won't always be romantic, sometimes they'll be platonic. because sometimes i think he just needs a friend.
i probably won't take requests. maybe i'll change my mind in the future but right now i don't. but you can share your thoughts with me! i'd love to hear them, i may even expand on them, or make them into a fic if i feel like it, but there's no guarantee to that.
i don't know yet if i'm going to write nsfw (smut, etc.) but if i do i'll make sure to add any changes here!
about this blog!
i didn't really think i needed an alias but if you really want, you can call me lover.
this account focuses only on jason todd. i write only for him. other characters may pop up as background characters, but it will always focus on jason.
this blog is a side blog, i cannot follow anyone from here, i can't make mutuals. but i am open to interactions of all kinds, so don't be shy.
i don't interact with anything to do with zoophilia, pedophilia, scat, incest or stepcest.
i dont know if i'll be writing anything explicit or nsfw, but even so, i'd like this account to be 18+. i dont care if minors interact with my safer works, but i would prefer minors do not follow me. fair warning i do check, if you follow and i believe you to be a minor or you are a minor, you will be blocked.
i love jason a lot, that being said, i am a selfshipper and he is one of my f/os. i created this blog because i love writing and i love him, and i thought i'd share that with others. my stance as a selfshipper is very selective sharing, almost non sharing even, so keep that in mind when you interact i guess. one thing for sure is i don't interact with any of the dc ships featuring jason.