“I thought you knew how to braid.” You look in the mirror.
“I do.”
“Really?” You turn your head to the side to check out the “braid” he attempted to do. “Cause that’s not how it’s supposed to look.”
Jason shrugs, grabbing the sides of your head and turning it back. “I’d do a lot better if you didn’t tease me.”
You scoff. “How is you being a bad braider my fault?”
“It just is.” He mutters, undoing the braid to restart again until it’s up to your standards. “Now shh.”
You smile at your boyfriend in the mirror. He’s got that determined look on his face that you love so much. The braid wasn’t that bad, but you just had to tease him. You wouldn’t be his very loving girlfriend if you didn’t.
“You could have kept it, Jay.” You say, watching his hands thread slowly through your hair, needing to perfect the braid for you.
“You said you hated it.”
Your brows rise at his lie. “Now you’re just putting words in my mouth.”
“I’d put a cookie in your mouth to get you to hush and let me focus.” He fires back softly, a small grin on his face as he is amused by his own joke.
You huff, slouching in your chair and letting Jason perfect his craft.
And about three minutes later, he’s done with the braid and turns your head to the side so you can get a glimpse of it.
He looks down at you, hopeful that you’ll like it.
It wasn’t perfect. Not at all. But because your boyfriend did it with pure love and admiration, it was perfect to you. A smile makes its way to your lips.
“It’s perfect.” You look up at him. “Thank you, Jay.”
His cheeks turn a light pink and he looks away to avoid your gaze. “You’re just saying that.”
You laugh softly and stand to your feet. You softly grab his face to force him to look at you. “No, I’m saying it because it’s perfect because you did it.”
He grins, arms coming around your waist and pulling you flush into him.
Your arms fly around his neck, gently pulling his face down towards yours. “I love you.”
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Summary: Jason comes home late from patrol and finds you studying for your upcoming exam. (0.5k) (based on this request)
Tags/warnings: fluff, pre established relationship, use of pet names, it spiraled into something very self indulgent lol
A/N: English is not my first language and this was not proofread. Enjoy!
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"Doll, what are you doing? Babe?"
It's almost 3 am, and Jason's just now coming home from patrol. It was a busy night, and all he wanted to do was get in bed, wrap his arms around your sleeping form, and fall asleep surrounded by your scent and warmth.
What he didn't expect to see was you sitting at your desk, nose deep into an heavily highlighted textbook, and listening to- what the fuck are "gamma waves for focus"?
Jason had to call you another time for you to finally hear his voice and take off your headphones. You are so tired that you didn't even flinch at the sudden appearance of your boyfriend.
"Oh- I'm just studying. I have an exam tomorrow."
Your eyes are so red, Jason just knows they're burning, and he's also pretty sure you're very close to falling asleep in that exact position.
"I know you have an exam tomorrow. You've been preparing for it for weeks."
In response you just hum, turning your attention back to your material. Your movements are slower than usual, and when your eyes get back on the page, he can tell that you're not even actually reading the words on it, just merely staring at them.
Jason gets closer to you, and places his big hands on your shoulders, gently massaging them, earning a satisfied sigh from you.
"I think you should go to bed, love."
His voice is not patronizing — never that. He's just trying to take care of you, just like you take care of him whenever he needs some patching up after patrol.
"But I don't know anything, Jay. It feels like I can't memorize anything anymore."
You look close to tears, and the sight breaks Jason's heart. He knows how much effort you put into everything you do, especially your studies. So seeing you doubting yourself personally offends him.
"Hey," he begin, softly kissing the side of your head, "you're the smartest woman I know. And I know how hard you've been studying for this exam. You've got this."
You stare at your notes for a few more seconds before finally closing everything and standing up for the first time in hours.
"Let's get you ready for bed, uh?"
You nod, and your shared night time routine starts.
He gets in the shower, while you do your skin care, finding comfort in each other's presence. You then both brush your teeth, taking turns to rinse your toothbrushes.
Finally you get in your pj's and slide into bed, immediately curling up against Jason's chest, completely melting against him as he wraps his strong arms around you.
Both of you fall asleep and wake up in this same exact position.
The morning of your exam, he takes you out to breakfast to your favorite spot, listening to you as you revise your material.
Safe to say he's the first person you text after you're done with your exam.
Jay 🩷
regardless of the result I'm so proud of you ❤️
A/N: This was the fic! Reblogs and comments are always appreciated, even if it's criticism (as long as it's constructive). I love talking with you angels, so my dms and inbox are always open!
Jason todd and some making out 🙂↕️🙂↕️🙂↕️🙂↕️🙂↕️
tags & content: established relationship, superficial injuries, kissing, making out, fluff, very minor nsfw mentions, gn reader
“There,” you beam, the corners of your eyes crinkling with a childish sort of joy as you finish smoothing the edges of the plaster over his nose. “All done.”
Jason’s eyes track you momentarily as you pull back, fingers tentatively tapping his nose to test the little plaster. Satisfied, he lets out an exhausted sigh, one you seem to feel in your own bones.
You don’t like seeing him like this; all bruised and battered after a long night with criminals, but you always looked forward to patching him up afterwards.
It was a strange, conflicting feeling.
You know if he was truly hurt, he would be with Leslie, or treating the wounds himself. These, you knew, were just superficial, easy for your inexperienced, lithe fingers to prod and poke without causing any major injuries.
Plus, looking at the plaster littered with ridiculous, cartoonish bears, you can’t help but let out a little giggle.
Jason immediately cracks one eye open, tilting his head towards you with a feigned look of irritation.
“What?” He grumbles. You know he’s tired, probably looking to catch some shut eye as soon as possible, but you can’t help yourself.
You lean your shoulder against the back of the sofa, pursing your lips in a futile attempt to hide your smile.
“Nothing,” you sing. Jason’s eyes pin you like a bug to a board for a few more seconds, letting out a huff of indignant air. He leans forward to the coffee table, despite the bruising on his ribs, reaching for his phone. The screen is spider-webbed with cracks, but it still works.
“Babe, what did you do—”
“Nothing!” You squeal, launching forward to pinch his wrists. You tug playfully, trying to get him to abandon the pursuit of his phone. “Really, it’s nothing—”
“Is my nose crooked?” He breathes, his lip quirking into a subtle little smirk. He lets you win the fight for just a second, before reaching with his other hand for the target. You yelp, sprawling forward into his lap to try and pin his arms under you.
“Your nose is fine!”
Jason lets out a defeated huff, sliding his arms out from under you. One immediately clings to the soft curve of your waist, turning you so you’re dislodged a little further onto the sofa. You twist, your hands catching his broad shoulders as your back settles against the soft cushions.
You weakly giggle, letting your fingers slide against the nape of his neck, delving into the soft, black hair there.
Jason leans fully over you like this, taking the opportunity to muzzle into the curve of your neck. Your breath hitches as he trails lazy kisses up the muscle, to your jaw, your cheek, and then the corner of your mouth.
“Seriously...” You mutter, not wanting him to replace the cuddly little plaster. His mouth presses over yours for a second before letting you speak. “There’s nothing—” Another kiss. “—on your...” Another, this one broken by you with a slight nudge. “...nose.”
Jason lets out a noise of fake irritation. His voice is low, vibrating your bones just right. “Are you still talking?”
You feel his fingers settle under the hem of your shirt, against your side, the other brushing through the locks of your hair. He leans onto his elbow, allowing him to slowly seal his lips over yours once more.
This time, you two stay there, soaking in each others warmth.
He moves first, his lips coaxing your own open, until you’re kissing him back with just as much passion. You sigh deeply against his mouth, lifting your leg to trail it slowly against his side.
His teeth give your bottom lip an impatient tug, and you part your lips further so his tongue has the room to sweep in. It’s wet, the parting and meeting of your lips between little breaths the only sound filling the drab little apartment.
Jason is heavy and warm against you, pressing right up against the front of your body.
While you’d be more than happy for him to sink his fingers into you, or for you to get him off, you can tell by the gentle, little strokes of his thumb against your hip that he’s too tired for that. That this is okay, and this is enough.
Dreamily, you rest your hands over the expanse of his back, feeling the relaxed muscles there as he minutely shifts over you.
His lips peel from yours for just a second, before he presses a gentler one over yours. His eyes flutter open alongside yours just to take you in, before he kisses you quicky for a final time, and rolls onto his side next to you.
The couch isn’t big enough for both of you, but you make it work with some aggressive wriggling. He tucks his chin over your head with a tired sigh, anchoring you right against his chest.
“It’s the plaster, isn’t it?” Jason rumbles, making you duck your chin.
“Don’t take it off,” you plead, nuzzling your forehead against his chest. “You look so cute.”
He sighs in annoyance, but you know it’s just a show.
“Fine,” he mutters, kissing the top of your head. “Whatever.”
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a few centered around his family—he always sits or stands to the left of dick, always makes cass her plate, always brings dessert to gatherings because nobody can do it as well as he can.
a few about his work—he always starts on the south end of gotham and works toward the north, always cleans his guns an hour before patrol, always puts his right boot on before his left one.
then, he has several for you.
he always flicks your sky projector on fifteen minutes before you’re done getting ready for bed, he always lets you take a bite of food first before picking his fork up, he always lets you read the prologue of a book he’s considering purchasing.
but your personal favorite?
jason always lets you kiss him first.
he’ll lower his face to yours, keeping the space between the two of you until you lift your lips to slot against his. whenever he wants affection, he’ll draw closer, look at you with those utterly compelling eyes of his, and wait.
he waits until you respond—whether it be reciprocating his energy or not.
he doesn’t take from you. he loves whatever you give him, even if it’s merely eye contact.
even then, he’ll graciously accept it because it’s from you.
jason has a habit of waiting for you to kiss him first, not because he’s nervous or shy.
he waits because he knows what it’s like to have things taken, and he always wants you to have a choice.
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‣ jason is the type to act annoyed when you steal his hoodies, but secretly loves seeing you wear them. every single time he catches you walking around in one of his oversized sweatshirts, he'll roll his eyes and tell you that you have your own clothes. the thing is, he never actually asks for them back. in fact, he'll intentionally leave his favorite hoodies draped over chairs or hanging by the door because he knows you'll take them. if you ever return one, he'll probably stare at it for a second and ask why you aren't wearing it anymore.
‣ he leaves his books everywhere. you swear he owns multiple bookshelves, but somehow every surface in the apartment ends up covered in novels. there'll be one on the kitchen counter, three on the coffee table, and another balanced on the arm of the couch. sometimes you'll pick one up to move it and find little sticky notes that have scribbled writing fall out of them. jason claims he's organized because he "knows where everything is," but you'll never understand how he manages to locate a specific book among the chaos.
‣ grocery shopping with him is dangerous. you'll enter the store with a perfectly reasonable shopping list and leave wondering how the bill doubled. jason somehow sneaks random snacks into the cart whenever you're distracted. you'll be comparing pasta brands, then look down and discover three different types of cookies and enough cereal to survive an apocalypse. the worst part is that he always acts innocent when you call him out, even though he's absolutely guilty.
‣ he loves cooking for you. jason genuinely enjoys being in the kitchen, especially when he's making something he knows you'll love. if you've had a bad day, he'll quietly start cooking before you even have a chance to complain about it. the apartment fills with the smell of your favorite meal, and suddenly the day feels a little less awful. he'll act like it's no big deal, but he pays attention to every little thing you like and remembers it.
‣ movie nights are mandatory. jason will complain endlessly if you choose a romantic movie, claiming they're all predictable. then he'll proceed to watch the entire thing while providing commentary on every scene. he gets weirdly invested in side characters and starts making predictions about the plot halfway through. if he's right, he'll spend the rest of the night bragging about it. if he's wrong, he'll insist the writers changed the ending just to spite him.
‣ jason pretends he doesn't like cuddling. if anyone asked him, he'd probably deny being affectionate at all. yet somehow every movie night ends with him stretched across half your body. he'll start by sitting on the opposite side of the couch, then gradually move closer until you're practically trapped beneath him. once he's comfortable, he's not moving for anything. at that point, you've basically become his personal pillow.
‣ he remembers tiny details about you. jason notices things most people overlook and stores them away without saying anything. he remembers your coffee order, your favorite candy, and which songs you always replay in the car. weeks later, he'll casually show up with your favorite drink and act like it's nothing special. meanwhile, you're standing there wondering how he remembered something you mentioned once three months ago. he'll never admit how much attention he pays to you.
‣ arguments never last long. jason can absolutely be stubborn when he's upset. he'll cross his arms, glare at the wall, and insist he's fine when he's clearly not. but no matter how irritated he is, he hates sleeping while things are unresolved between you. eventually he'll wander into the room and sit beside you in silence for a minute before quietly asking, "you still mad?"
‣ the apartment is filled with little signs of him caring. your phone charger mysteriously gets replaced before you even realize the old one is broken. your favorite snacks somehow appear in the pantry whenever you run out. the blanket you always steal is folded neatly on the couch after he notices you left it somewhere else. jason isn't always great at expressing his feelings out loud, so he shows them through actions instead. the apartment becomes full of tiny reminders that he's always thinking about you.
‣ he absolutely loves when you read while he's reading. some of his favorite moments are the quiet ones where neither of you says much. you'll be curled up together on the couch, each lost in your own book for hours. every once in a while he'll read a line he likes and slide the book over for you to see. there's no pressure to fill the silence because being together is enough. to jason, those peaceful moments feel just as meaningful as any big romantic gesture.
꒰ Damian decided to pay Jason a visit & notice how his body got softer after getting a girlfriend! ꒱
Damian didn’t usually visit his brothers of his own free will. Most of the time, he only stopped by the apartment to grab a quick snack or pick up some accessory that might be useful to him.
But, surprisingly, on that day—on that perfect day—he had decided to be an inconvenience to Todd, simply because he had nothing better to do.
You were in the kitchen, finishing plating the dessert that would accompany one of your movie nights with Jason.
Used to your boyfriend’s entrances and exits through the window and balcony, you didn’t startle when you heard one of them being opened, continuing to hum absentmindedly.
It was only when you turned to wash your hands that you remembered a small detail—Jason was in the shower.
The humming slowly died in your throat.
You dried your hands calmly—much calmer than you actually felt—and turned your head toward the living room, just enough to peek through the doorway.
And there he was, sitting on the couch like he owned the place, legs crossed as he ate popcorn. He chewed slowly, eyes focused on the turned-off television, as if he were waiting for something to start.
He stopped the moment he noticed you.
You stopped the moment you noticed him.
For a long second, neither of you moved.
His green eyes narrowed slightly, calculating, suspicious. “…You are not Todd.”
You blinked once.
“No…” you answered slowly. “And you are definitely not Jay either.”
Jason appeared in the hallway, hair dripping, but already wearing sweatpants. “You started it without me? I told ya I wanted to watch the opening too—”
He stopped mid-sentence, falling silent, his mouth parting in shock—maybe at the scene? At your calmness with the intruder? Or at the intruder’s sheer audacity?
“Just what I needed,” Jason growled, voice sharp with irritation. “Why the hell are you in my apartment?”
Damian didn’t answer immediately. Instead, chewing calmly. He simply shrugged—after all, how was he supposed to explain that he had only come to check if he was still alive? It had been a whole month since he last saw him. But he wasn’t worried!
“That’s mine—Damian, you should be at home. Your home.” Jason sighed, running a hand down his face. “Get off my couch. And stop eating my food.”
Damian ignored him completely. He leaned further back into the cushions, posture relaxed in a way that made Jason’s eye twitch. Then his gaze shifted slowly toward Jason.
“You look… fuller. Softer,” the younger one commented, his gaze drifting briefly toward you, who watched the argument in silence, before quickly returning to his brother.
Damian tilted his head to the side, as if evaluating a painting.
“Have you reduced your training frequency,” he continued, his voice strangely neutral, not teasing, just observational, “or simply increased your intake of nutritionally void food?”
“Did you just call me fat?”
“…No,” he replied, but then paused to think for a few seconds. “Did I? I merely commented on your body fat—“
Jason crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow.
“…Whatever,” he continued, tone quieter now, more thoughtful than before. “You no longer smell like cheap takeout grease and smoke. That is an improvement.”
“…That would be because he finally eats real food now,” you cut in, smiling, proud of your contribution to your boyfriend’s health.
Jason shot you a look over his shoulder, a little wounded that you had indirectly agreed with the little demon.
Damian reached out to grab more popcorn, but Jason slapped his hand away.
“Stop. Eating. My. Food. Okay. Great. Family bonding moment over.” Jason clapped his hands once, sharp and final. “You’ve seen me. Now out. Door. Window. Vent. I don’t care. Pick one.”
Damian’s attention snapped back to you, still ignoring his brother. He straightened slightly where he sat, gaze narrowing with renewed interest.
“You prepare the food?” he asked.
You nodded once. “Most of it.” You smiled. “Do you want to try the dessert?”
“…Dessert?” he repeated.
“I made chocolate cake,” you added casually. “With ganache.”
Damian’s eyes narrowed again. “…Homemade?” he asked.
“Yes.”
You disappeared into the kitchen before your boyfriend could protest.
Jason took a deep breath and dropped onto the couch, far too tired to argue any further. When the younger one opened his mouth to speak, he cut him off immediately.
“Not one more question,” Jason muttered. “Eat in silence.”
Jason found something in your stuff that made him mad. Now you gotta try and explain yourself.
A/n: heyyyyy 😅 I’m sorry it’s been a while. I’m not a huge fan of the misunderstanding trope, but I had a stroke of inspiration and wrote this in a sort of fugue state in the middle of the night, so I’m hoping it both makes sense and takes me out of my little writing rut.
cw: cursing, mentions of dicks and sex but no smut (I can’t write smut for the life of me lol). Also, I usually write for feminine readers and I try to keep their physical descriptions as vague as possible so everyone can enjoy, but I did have to make the reader wear a small for the purpose of the story, so I’m sorry 😔
I really appreciate you all, thank you for the support. Enjoyyyy 🫶🫶🫶🫶
It’s no secret that Jason’s been through a lot in his life.
At this point, everyone and their mom knew his backstory- all the shit he’s had to deal with when he was younger, in the League, when he was a crime lord, with his family, yadda yadda yadda.
A tale as old as fucking time.
What really sucks, at least he thinks so, is that despite it all he still fucking cares.
He can’t help it.
It’s why he keeps coming back to this life. The call to make the world a slightly better place was just too strong.
And he hates how big his heart is. He can shut that shit down if he has to, but he hates to admit that he can’t do it for as long as people might think he does.
He blames the books.
He just had to be a fan of romance. Austen, Shakespeare, Brontë, Tolstoy, Lawrence… you name it. He liked other genres, but he was a sucker for happy endings.
Especially considering how he never seems to get one.
So when you took a chance on him, as inexperienced as he was outside of one or two girls and his beloved books, it seemed like maybe he had a shot at that happy ending he was hoping for.
At least until a few hours ago.
He’s long since turned his phone off. You and his siblings had been blowing it up since he’d gone rogue and he just needed a few hours to work his shit out in his head.
“Red Hood. Turn your fucking phone on” Babs’ voice crackles through the comm in his helmet. He cursed under his breath, he forgot to turn the damn thing off.
“Fuck off, Barb. I’m not in the mood”
“You’re the one that ruined my evening as far as I’m concerned. I’m doing my part by telling you to stop being so melodramatic and call your girlfriend back” he didn’t respond and she announced her exit with a loud click. He just rolled his eyes and kept driving his bike to God knows where.
He found himself at one of his old safe houses from when he was a crime boss. It was one of the nicer spots, it actually had a comfortable bed and a decent shower, perfect for sulking like he’d planned on doing.
His stomach growled when he stepped out of his shower. He wrapped a towel around his toned waist and hummed softly to himself as he trudged into the kitchen, hoping he had something edible in there. After scarfing down some stale ramen, he finally decided to cut his phone on.
<20 missed calls>
<20 voicemails>
<40 texts>
And that was just from you. His other friends and family also left calls and texts. He felt a little bad because they didn’t really need to get dragged in your mess, but they also knew that his natural inclination is to disappear when faced with adversity.
<fine. call me when you’re ready. i’m ready to talk when you are>
He huffed at your last text, half tempted to turn his phone off for the rest of the night. But he groaned and leaned back on the couch.
“Fuck it-“ he pressed the call button and felt his anxiety crest as he heard it ring. He put it on speaker when it connected.
“Jay?”
“Yeah…”
“Should I bother asking where you are?”
“Not really”
“Are you at least safe?” He looked around the small living room. It was comfortable and warm. He pulled some sweatpants on before calling you and had a blanket- your blanket- draped across his lap. You would be pleased that he wasn’t out on some rooftop beating the shit out of a thug who chose the wrong night to be up to no good.
Wait…why hadn’t he done what he usually did to work shit out? Ugh, yet another way you’ve infiltrated his life. He stretched his legs and crossed them over one another on the coffee table in front of him.
“Yeah”
“Are you going to say anything other than one word? Cause I’d rather us not talk at all if that’s the case”
“Yeah” he knew what he was doing and you sighed. “Not sure why you’re the one annoyed considering you’re the one in the hole”
“I’m not- you know what….” Your patience was wearing thin. You wanted to defend yourself, but he was making it increasingly difficult to do so. “Are you willing to actually listen now?”
He puts his head back on the couch again.
“Sure, yeah, whatever” he’s putting his walls up. Just for protection, and it was making him numb.
“They’re mine. It doesn’t belong to a guy”
He huffs out a laugh. “Gotta try better than that. I’m not stupid”
“Of course not. But-“
“Look. I’m sorry-“ he can feel himself getting choked up, “-I’m sorry I wasn’t enough for you. And I hope the fucker makes you happy.” He wanted to barf. 90% sure it was the old ramen, but telling you to be happy with someone else might also have something to do with it.
“Jason, you don’t mean that-“
“No, I think I do”
“Jeez, why are you all so fucking dramatic? You’re not breaking up with me”
“Pretty sure I am”
“No. You’re not”
“I could end the call right now. Make it official”
“Or you could’ve not called at all and yet here you are” he was quiet. Maybe he was curious if you’d be crying or begging for him to stay. Instead, you just sound worried and annoyed.
‘Annoyed she got caught’ the ugly little voice in Jason’s head thinks. He shifted in his spot.
“Jason… I need you to give me the benefit of a doubt here. If I was cheating on you, why would I have the guy’s laundry at our apartment?” He felt his anger rising.
“Because you had him over while I was gone. You could’ve snuck him in while I was on patrol. Or when I was away on a mission. This shit happens to regular people, why wouldn’t it happen to us? To me?”
You try your hardest to suppress your sighs. You knew him well enough to know that he won’t hang up until he had a sufficient answer to complete the narrative in his head, but you also knew that he dealt with things by shutting the world out, so you didn’t want to push your luck.
“So that’s the story you’re going with? I don’t get enough from you so I look somewhere else and recklessly bring it to our apartment? The apartment of an active vigilante? Who was raised by the greatest detective in the world?”
Jason ran a hand through his hair. It was frizzy because he didn’t have that stuff you put in his hair after a shower. He’d have to remember to get some for the safe house. “It’s a working theory”
“Am I not innocent until proven guilty?”
He lets out a bitter laugh. “I mean the evidence was pretty fucking clear”
“Or you jumped to conclusions before letting me explain myself! I just barely walked through the door before you threw the underwear at me and bolted. I swear this whole family loves their fucking theatrics” he didn’t bother to respond to your comment.
“I know what I saw-“ his voice raised a little as he relived the memory, “-a fucking pair of boxer briefs in my girlfriend’s laundry. And I know they weren’t mine.” He felt sick to his stomach again. The blanket on his lap felt like it was physically burning him so he threw it off.
“Jason Peter did you even bother to look at them?”
“Of course I fucking did. They were black and, fucking, I don’t know… fucking small. Full offense to this new guy you’re with, but that shit wouldn’t even make it past my thighs. Must have a tiny ass…and dick. Both. Tiny ass and dick…”
“Nice. Real mature-“
“You’re gonna tell me I’m wrong? And don’t you dare defend another man’s dick because I promise that is not an argument you would win”
“Jesus, there is no other man! There was no dick hole in the boxers, Jason! It’s girl boxers. They make those now! It’s why it was small because I wear a fucking small!”
Oh… well he hadn’t considered that.
“I wear them to sleep. You would’ve noticed if you’d been home at a decent time. Or at all some nights. But I don’t care about that because that’s your life and it’s what you chose, but I will not stand here and be accused of being unfaithful while you’re out saving the world. You got me fucked up if you think that’s the kind of person that I am. So if after this you still want to break up, then fine. But you’ll do it with the full knowledge that you overreacted and caused a whole scene because you didn’t bother to ask me first!” you raised your voice at the end and he winced.
Maybe he had overreacted just a little bit.
To be fair, he just saw the underwear as he was folding your clothes and saw red. Then immediately after you’d walked in and he was on ten so he just left.
So there may be the slightest chance that he didn’t fully inspect them…
“Hello?”
“I- I don’t know what to say…”
“Tell me this, do you still want to break up?”
Of course he didn’t. The idea of you being with another person made him want to commit unspeakable acts of violence. He was ready to go on a rampage and then lock himself in for days to cry and grieve. You know.. like any normal person would do.
“No” he responded quietly. He grabbed your blanket again, suddenly feeling a little cold.
“Ok. Well, how about you take a few days off then come back home”
“I’m in the dog house, huh?”
“Yeah, kinda… I’m hurt that you think I’d do that..”
“In my defense, I was mostly mad at the thought of another man being in our space. You know how sacred that is to me”
“I know, but this is my integrity we’re talking about. You know I’m a better person than that and least you should’ve stuck around for a few seconds longer so I could’ve showed you that they were mine”
A pang of guilt ran through him. He put the phone down on the couch next to him and folded his arms. “‘M sorry…”
“I’m sorry, too…” you both were silent for a moment. “I’ll see you in a few days. Don’t go on patrol or do anything stupid, just stay wherever you are” the corner of his mouth lifted slightly.
“No promises” you rolled your eyes.
“I’m gonna go. I’ll tell everyone we talked, okay?”
“Yeah..sure”
“Ok.. love you..”
“Love you too..” he says quietly as you hang up.
He felt like an idiot. And like an actual asshole for running out without an explanation. Now he wanted to go back and pull you into his arms like he originally planned on doing before you got home.
“Fuuuuuck, Jay” he said to himself. He got up and pulled your blanket over his shoulders. He shuffled to the room and faceplanted on the bed, bouncing slightly from his weight.
He might’ve been there for a few hours, a few days, he doesn’t know. He figured it would be a good time to go back home when he ran out of stale ramen cups, even though he could stand to shed some fat by starving himself. You’d been ‘fattening him up’ he’d affectionately joke when his normally shredded physique got a little soft around the edges from your home cooked meals.
His stomach grumbled when he walked in your apartment. He smelled the food as soon as he opened the door. Hopefully you made enough for the both of you.
“Babe?” He probably hadn’t earned the right to call you nicknames yet, but he couldn’t help it. You hadn’t responded.
He toed his boots off and wandered into the kitchen. You had your headphones on and were attending the food on the stove. He internally shook his head. This is the shit he kept telling you not to do cause just anyone could walk in and do something to you if you weren’t vigilant.
“Ma. Hey..” he waved his hand slightly to get your attention and you quickly took the headphones off and lowered the heat on the stove.
“You’re back…”
“Yeah” you put a hand on your hip.
“Not gonna kiss your old lady hello?”
“Did I earn the right to?”
“You gonna accuse me of cheating on you again?”
“Not unless I have plausible cause” you rolled your eyes and attended the food once more. This time you moved the pan off the heat and turned the stove off.
“Being with you is a full-time job of its own. I don’t paid enough for this shit.” He knew you were over it because you were joking with him. So he wraps his arms around your shoulders and rests his chin on top of your head.
“I don’t have much, but I can pay you with love… and good sex.” You sighed.
“You’re hopeless”
“I’m sorry, ma…”
“I know.” He closed his eyes. The scent of food, combined with holding you in his arms in your apartment made him feel safe and happy. He held you for a few more seconds before you tapped his forearms.
“Let’s eat and then I’ll show you those damn boxers so you can see that they don’t belong to someone else”
“I dunno. I was gone for a while. You could’ve went out and found some lady boxers to replace the ones I found”
“You know what. You’re right. I went out and found some lady boxers. And I told the guy I’m cheating on you with that we’ll have to go to his place instead if we wanted to continue our affair” he reaches over you to dip his finger in your pot and taste whatever you made, delicious. Then he stepped back and got some dishes from the top shelf for you to serve the food.
“Ha ha. Very funny”
“You started it” you were plating the food. “And you say you say you pay me with love and sex, but lord knows I haven’t been getting any as much lately, so I’ve had to take matters into my own hands.” He takes the plates out of your hands and walks it over to your small dining table.
“So I was right?”
“On the money. About the stepping out and his dick and ass size,” You grab some utensils and follow him out of the kitchen. “He’s not as good as you are, but I’ve been making it work..”
He sets the food down and then grabs you by the waist, pulling you in and kissing you deeply.
“Sorry to hear that,” he mumbles quietly while putting his forehead on yours.
“You gotta trust me, babe..” you say quietly and he looks down.
“I know… I do..”
“I’m not going to hide secrets from you. Your life has been hard enough, let this be simple and easy..” you put a hand over his heart and he swears you could feel it racing.
“Okay..”
“Okay… let’s eat. I gotta dick appointment in like an hour” you joke before stepping back and sitting down. He takes a deep breath, everything feels like it’s back to normal again.
He loved and trusted you. The underwear was legit and he felt like an idiot, and apologized a billion times for jumping to conclusions.
Maybe he still had a shot at a happy ending like he’d always hoped for. You were patient and kind with him, even when he fucks up. You grounded him and made him feel safe and appreciated.
But that night he still made sure to fuck your brains out and checked that all the windows and front door were locked juuuust in case.
Small. Stupid. Jason shutting down the second things got too real.
You’d asked him - gently - why he’d disappeared for three days after a rough patrol. No text. No call. Just radio silence while you sat in your apartment worrying yourself sick.
“I was handling it,” he’d said, voice flat, arms crossed like he was bracing for impact. “You don’t need to know every detail of my shit.”
“I’m not asking for every detail,” you’d replied, trying to keep your voice steady. “I’m asking you to let me in. I’m your girlfriend, Jason. Not some civilian you have to protect from the truth.”
He’d laughed - short, bitter. “Yeah? Well maybe I don’t want you in. Maybe I don’t want you seeing the parts of me that are still fucked up from the grave.”
The words had landed like punches. You’d stood there, chest tight, and said the thing you’d been thinking for weeks.
“Maybe we need a break.”
Not a breakup.
A break.
Time. Space. Air.
Jason had gone very still. “What?”
“Just… a break,” you’d said, voice cracking. “Not forever. I just need to breathe, Jason. And you need to figure out if you even want me in your life or if I’m just another person you’re protecting from yourself.”
He hadn’t argued. Hadn’t fought. He’d just nodded once, jaw tight, and left.
That was nine days ago.
Jason Todd had never been good at feelings.
He’d spent years building walls so high no one could climb them. Death had only made them taller. But you - quiet, patient, stubborn you - had somehow slipped through the cracks anyway.
Now those cracks felt like canyons.
He’d spent the first few days throwing himself into work. Patrols. Warehouse raids. Anything to keep his hands busy and his mind quiet. But every night he came home to an empty apartment and the silence screamed louder than any gunshot.
Then he saw you.
It was at a small café near the university. You were sitting outside with a guy — some tall, friendly-looking idiot with glasses and a soft smile. He said something that made you laugh, head tilted back, eyes bright the way they used to be with him.
Jason’s stomach dropped.
He told himself it was nothing. Just a friend. You were allowed to have friends. But the image stuck - you smiling at someone else while he was falling apart.
That night he did something he’d sworn he’d never do.
He drank.
Not a beer. Not a glass of whiskey.
A bottle. Then another.
The alcohol burned going down, but it didn’t quiet the noise in his head. It only made it louder. By 2am he was drunk for the first time in his life, sitting on the floor of his apartment with his phone in his hand, thumb hovering over your name.
He pressed call.
You answered on the third ring, voice sleepy. “Jason?”
“You’re out there smiling at other guys,” he slurred, the words tumbling out before he could stop them. “While I’m sitting here like a fucking idiot thinking about you every second. You said a break. Not a breakup. But it feels like you’re already moving on. Like I was just a phase. Like-“
“Jason,” you cut in, sounding more awake now. “Are you drunk?”
He laughed — ugly and raw. “Yeah. First time in ages. Congratulations. You made the emotionally constipated zombie drink. Happy now?”
There was a pause. Then your voice, sharper. “Stop it. You’re spiraling. Come over. We need to talk.”
“No,” he snapped, but his voice cracked. “You wanted space. You got it. Go smile at your new friend. I’m sure he’s nicer. Doesn’t have blood on his hands. Doesn’t wake up screaming—”
“Jason Todd,” you said, voice firm but gentle, the way you always got when he was like this. “Stop. You’re breaking my heart right now. I’m coming over. Do not hang up.”
He didn’t.
He sat on the floor, phone pressed to his ear, listening to you move around your apartment, the sound of keys, the door closing. Twenty minutes later there was a knock.
He opened it.
You stood there in sweatpants and one of his old hoodies, hair messy, eyes wide with worry. The second you saw him - red-eyed, swaying slightly, looking smaller than you’d ever seen him - your face crumpled.
“Oh, Jay…”
He broke.
The tears came fast and ugly, shoulders shaking as he tried to hold them back. “I’m sorry,” he choked out. “I’m so fucking sorry. I thought… I thought you were done. I saw you with that guy and I just… I panicked. I don’t know how to do this. I don’t know how to be someone worth staying for.”
You stepped inside, closing the door behind you, and pulled him into your arms. He collapsed against you, burying his face in your neck, arms wrapping around your waist like you might disappear.
“I’m not done,” you whispered, holding him tight. “It was a break, Jason. Not a breakup. I needed space because I was scared too. Scared that you’d keep shutting me out until there was nothing left of us. But I never stopped loving you. Not for a second.”
He cried harder, the kind of raw, broken sound that tore at your chest. You guided him to the couch, pulling him down so his head rested in your lap. Your fingers stroked through his hair, slow and soothing, the way you knew he liked.
“I love you,” you said quietly. “The angry parts. The scared parts. The parts that think they’re too broken to be loved. All of them. You’re not too much. You’re not too damaged. You’re mine. And I’m yours. Okay?”
He nodded against your thigh, fingers clutching the hem of your hoodie. “Okay,” he whispered, voice hoarse. “I’m sorry I got drunk. I’m sorry I said those things. I was just… scared. I saw you smiling and I thought I’d lost you for good.”
“You haven’t,” you assured him, leaning down to kiss his temple. “I’m right here. And I’m staying. We’ll figure out the rest. Together.”
Jason stayed curled in your lap for a long time, breathing gradually evening out as your fingers continued their slow path through his hair. Every so often he’d press a kiss to your thigh or your wrist, like he needed the constant reminder you were real.
“I love you,” he said again, softer this time. “More than I know how to say. I’ll try to be better. Less… constipated.”
You laughed quietly, the sound warm. “I love you too. Even when you’re emotionally constipated. Especially then.”
He shifted, pulling you down so you were lying beside him on the couch, your head on his chest. His arms wrapped around you, holding you like you were the only safe thing left in the world.
The city hummed far below. The argument, the fear, the drunk call — all of it faded into the background as Jason held you close, his heartbeat steady under your ear.
“I’m keeping you,” he whispered into your hair. “For as long as you’ll let me.”
You smiled, pressing a kiss to his chest. “Good. Because I’m not going anywhere.”
In the quiet dark of the apartment, Jason Todd — the man who came back from the dead, the one who built walls so high no one could climb them — finally let someone in.
And you?
You stayed.
Because loving Jason Todd had never been easy.
But it had always been worth it.
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Summary: Jason comes home tired from patrol and just needs some tender loving care from his pretty girlfriend
Warnings: established relationship, fluff, smut, reader taking care of her big baby, both of them are switches tbh, sleepy kisses, cuddling, kisses everywhere, massages(nothing crazy just kinda mentioned), teasing, slight worshipping, riding, creampie, honestly slow and loving sex cause thats what jay deserves, pet names(baby,princess), they both down bad, tattoos and smoking jason enthusiast, he has the white streak too
Wc: ~2.2k
a/n: its 3 am and this came to me during my nightly fake scenario time and i love him so much
Do yall fw helmet red hood or mask red hood better? I cant pick
The quiet sound of your living room window opening and shutting stirred you from your sleep. The soft pound of heavy boots around your kitchen had you turning over under the covers, eyes cracking open the smallest bit to look over at the clock on his nightstand.
4 am. You let out a small groan, fists lifting to rub at your eyes. You sat up in your bed after a few moments, listening to him shuffle around the living room. The boot steps get closer and your bedroom door opens slowly, his masked head peaking in like he was in a cartoon.
“You awake baby?” He says quietly into the dark room, voice muffled and modulated from his helmet.
“Now i am” you reply back, waiting for his response. However it never comes as he toes off his boots and pulls his helmet off his head, dark hair damp with sweat and clinging to his forehead.
“Jay?” You call out when he doesnt respond, watching his shuffling form at the foot of your shared bed as he rips away at his armour and suit. He shucks it all to the floor, pulling everything off until hes left in his boxers. He takes a step closer to the bed and you raise your eyebrow.
He tilts his head before groaning out and flopping down on top of you, snuggling his wet hair into your stomach and wrapping his big muscular arms around your waist. You smile at him, one hand resting in his hair while the other moves to turn on the light next to the bed.
Soft golden light filters into the room from the small lamp, lighting up the features of his face in front of you. He looks up at you and your hands fall to trace over his cheeks and nose. Theres a new bruise blossoming against his cheek and his lip is busted, dried blood still coating the skin.
“You ok?” You ask softly, looking down at him.He grumbles, shifting on top of you to rest his head more comfortably against your lower stomach.
“Yeah just really fucking tired” he presses his forehead into your skin, strands of his sweaty hair soaking into your tank top and skin. You run your hands through it, pushing it back until the white strand is barely visible amongst his thick black hair.
He reaches over towards his nightstand, long arms aimlessly smacking on top of the surface until he finds his pack of cigarettes, long fingers carefully pulling one out from the pack without even looking. He turns his head sideways, temple pressed against you as he brings the cigarette to his lips and points to the lighter. You pick it up and flick it on, plucking the cigarette from his lips to light it before holding it back out for him.
He gives you a small grin before wrapping his lips around it, taking a drag of it.
“Wanna talk about it?” You try, fingers running down his arms and back, gently massaging the tension from his shoulders. He lets the smoke release from his mouth as he groans, arms flexing before releasing the tension as your hands work over his shoulders.
“‘Ts nothin’ serious, baby” he mumbles into your skin, kissing your lower stomach before taking another drag of the cigarette. He crawls up further on your body, face pressed against your chest as he kisses over your breasts before resting his head on them.
You giggle as you look down at him, getting the last bit of tension from his shoulders out. You gently tilt his chin up to your face, pressing your lips to his gently. He releases a small burst of smoke into your mouth, the dark cloud slipping past your lips and into the air around you.
He shifts up onto one of his arms, the other aimlessly trying to find the ashtray on the nightstand before finally stubbing the cigarette out. His hand moves to your face, cradling it lazily as he kisses you. His smell invades your senses, musky sweat mixed with the freshly smoked cigarette and something so uniquely him it makes your brain fuzzy.
You pull away slowly, smiling back at him when you find a sleepy grin on his face. He leans in kissing along your face and neck and your fingers slip down his shoulders to his arms, tracing along his tattoos and smooth skin.
“Can i make you feel good, Jay?” You whisper into the small space between you both. His kisses stop for a moment and he pulls back, head tilted in confusion.
“You already are, baby. This makes me feel good”
You shake your head, teeth finding your body lip as your hand presses into his shoulder, signalling for him to switch. He complies, rolling off of you and onto his side of the bed. He watches as you climb into his lap, body so warm and pressed against him. Your hair is lightly tousled from sleep, tank top clinging to your curves and pyjama shorts ridding up your thighs. He feels his face heat up just at the sight of you, cock stirring in his boxers.
“I mean like this” you smile, leaning forwards to kiss along his jaw. Your lips travel down his neck and over his chest, peppering small open mouth kisses all along his skin. Your hips press against his, cock fully solidifying as your heat presses against it.
“You dont have to” he starts but you quickly cut him off with a sloppy kiss, teeth dragging against his lip.
“But i want to” you pull away, hands falling to the hem of your tank top to pull it off your head. His eyes immediately fall to your breasts, watching as they move along with you. He leans forwards to kiss them but you push him back down, shaking your head.
“Dont make me tie you up” you tease, a grin spreading across your face.
He laughs at that, cock jumping at the way you purr it out before kissing along his own chest and nipples, sucking one into your mouth.
“Feels nice, baby” he groans out, shifting his hips under yours to grind against you. You smile into his skin, grinding your own hips against his for a few moments before stopping and lifting off him. He looks at you confused, arms behind his head so he could grip the headboard. You sink your fingers into the band of your shorts, pulling them off slowly.
“Yeah? You like this?” You ask, voice breathless and as sweet as honey as you press your lace panty covered pussy back over his bulge. He lets out a small whimper nodding his head, knuckles going white as they grip the headboard, eyes locked onto how your clothed heat drags along his boxers.
He could feel your wetness as it soaks into the fabric of his underwear, driving him crazy. He tries to rut up into you but you place a hand on his chest, shaking your head.
“Thought you wanted to make me feel good, princess. Why we teasin’?” He lets out a small strangled laugh, eyes flicking from your tits to between your legs.
“Say please first” his eyes meet yours and you bite your lip, fingers moving to pull his boxers down. When theyre finally off his cock springs free, smacking gently against his hard abs. They flex against the smack, leaking tip dripping onto his abs. God he was so big and pretty, you wanted him stuffed inside you so bad.
“Please, baby. Wanna make us both feel good” his voice had a slight whine to it as it came out that makes you clench around nothing. You lean forwards, kissing him as you push your panties to the side, reaching between the two of you to drag his cock through your wetness.
He moans into the kiss, head falling back as you sink in slowly. You lean back, giving him a full view as you sink down full onto him, so full of him as his tip kisses your cervix. You hum out at the feeling, watching him with a smile as you lift off slowly before sinking back down, both of you moaning in unison. His head falls to lean on the headboard, eyes tracking all of your body as you moved.
You watched him with just as much intensity, eyes locked on his rising and falling chest, the way his eyes flutter every time you sink back down on him. His lip was pulled between his teeth, copper taste flooding his mouth as he accidentally resplit his lip open. He thrusts up once into you harshly and you fall forwards, hands resting on his chest as you yelp out.
“D-dont do thattt, im supposed to be m-makin’ you feel good” you whine, hand gently hitting against his chest. He laughs beneath you, hips thrusting up again. “Cant help it, princess. Feels too good, doing so well for me”
You hum at his words, hips lazily riding him. One of his hands moves from behind his head down to between your legs, thumb circling your clit. You moan softly, head dizzy as you watch him. You lean forwards to kiss at his bloody lip, licking at it. The copper taste stains your tongue, but you just lift and drop your hips faster. His other hand moves from behind his head aswell, reaching to grab and squeeze at your tits before hes leaning forwards and sucking them into his mouth.
His hand falls to your hip, helping in lifting you up and down as his tongue swirls over your nipple, sucking it into his mouth. He releases it with a wet pop before kissing along the valley of your breasts to the other one, repeating the same actions. His hand grabs at the fat of your ass, squeezing it as he helps you move against him. You moan out as your chin rests in his sweaty hair, his cock filling every inch of you. Every pull out drags along the sweet spot inside of you and every push in hits him against your cervix. The tension is building under your stinky skin, and your fingers dig into his shoulders. Both of your paces quicken as you near the peak, lazy sleepy thrusts becoming hurried as you moan against each other, sounds filling your shared bedroom.
“Jay- ‘m so close, baby” you let out a whiny moan, his thumb working perfectly against your clit. His mouth finally releases your nipple, looking up at you as he nods.
“Making me feel so good, gonna make me cum. Come on baby, be a good girl and do it with me yeah?”
Your eyes squeeze shut at his words and the pressure in your gut finally snaps, cumming on him. You let out a small cry, body locking against his as he fucks you through it, chasing his own high. Both hands grab at your hips now, blunt nails sinking into your plush skin and bouncing you against him as he thrusts into you. Your juices squelch in the hazy room, so slippery and wet for him. His head rests on your shoulder, looking down at how he disappears inside you, small ring of your cum forming at his base and dripping down his nuts making him go crazy. His hips falter and he bottoms out inside you as he cums, filling you up with a harsh groan as he bites at your neck.
It takes a while before you both come down, leaning back on the bed as you rest on his chest, panting out. You shift up, sensitive pussy twitching around him as you move your hips up and off him. Gushes of his cum drip out of you and onto his cock, his eyes locked on the scene as he groans. He reaches over to his nightstand, silently grabbing the towel that he keeps there and uses it to clean up the mess between your legs before wiping his own dick off and tucking it back into his boxers.
“Feeling better?” You ask as you shift to sit on his abs. He nods, tossing the towel onto the floor and pulling you down against his chest. You let out a small yelp before snuggling against him, head tucked against his body. He reaches over for his cigarettes again, bringing it to his lips and lighting it before taking a drag, still leaning against the headboard.
“I love you” he says through a puff of smoke, looking down at you. He takes your hand and brings it to his lips, kissing all over your palm and the back of your hand before moving down your arm. You giggle and gently tug it away.
“I love you too, Jay but we should probably go to sleep” you gesture to the clock which reads almost 6 am and then to the cigarette and the dark bags under his eyes. He pauses for a moment before quickly sucking down the rest of the cigarette before stubbing it out.
a/n: based off of an ask that @heav3nb9by sent my way :)
cw: fluff, established relationship, gn!reader
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Jason says whatever is good enough for you, is good enough for him. This is why the two of you are joined together, the junctions of your knees interlocked in a mutual oasis of peace. Why his hand, which swallows up the terrain of your knee where it rests, lies before you.
His fingers are familiar to you; you know ridges of these bruised knuckles, the curve of these careworn fingers, the callouses on the wide palm.
They are familiar in the purpose of holding your own, in being steadying anchor on the small of your back, in the tender stroke it makes down the apple of your cheek when you both awake.
And now, it's known to you this way, as you hold it in your own and raise it into the air. And with the other, you wield the applicator of nail polish, dipped in a Stygian black that gleams iridescent at certain perspective. The same black that your own nails bear, as they gently scrape against the landscape of his hand.
"Go for it, sweetheart," he urges you with that gruff gentility he wears for you.
"I think this shade'll look good on you." You comment as you make precise application down his nail bed in deft stroke. The brush fans wide down his forefinger's nail, deeming it the same shade as your own—glistening with wet polish.
"Better than that chrome one you tried last month," he comments as you turn his hand, checking for any errant spots the polish might have left behind. When you find none, you continue along to the middle finger where a cut still heals down the length of it.
"You say that like you don't like it," you respond back slyly, taking aim with your eyes at the behemoth of a man that sits opposite you. With his definitive cut of muscles, his strong jaw, that stern brow—and those eyes that stare back at you with enduring fondness. That smile that breaks horizon on his face as he returns the arc of your gaze.
"Wouldn't wear it if I didn't." He informs you with that characteristic gravel his voice undertakes. You hum against the full of your lips as you make cursory swipe down his nail, depositing the applicator in the bottle for a second.
"Just a critic, huh?" You don't resist the opportunity to cock a brow at him. You finish the second swipe that deems his nail fully coated.
"My partner deserves the best, don't they?" Jason asks back with poised, sincere austerity. It's such a sober sight, his words without a hint of exaggeration, that it's difficult to smother your smile.
"Yeah;" you agree, sparing him a crooked grin, "Isn't that why I have you?"
Jason doesn't miss a beat as you take careful hold of his ring finger. His eyes remain fixated on you.
"Coulda sworn it was the other way around."
Now your smile takes full bloom as you paint down the slope of his nail, a pleased heat rising under your cheeks.
"Charmer, aren't you, Mr. Todd?" You ask. You dab carefully around the serrated edge of his cuticle.
"Only needs to work on you, sweetheart," he tells you. Here you can finally see the whisper of a smile that makes settlement on his face. The one that is reserved in gift for you.
The two of you don't speak for an endured while, taking care to finish his nails in comfortable silence. Only when his hands lie flat on your knees, taking ample time to dry, do you finally speak again.
"I'm glad you like doing this with me, Jay," you tell him in soft, barely audible delivery—it's a confession meant only for he.
His eyes are deliberate as they school upon you. "Wouldn't want to do it with anyone else."
With his hands perfect, uniform anchor over your knees as your palms take careful rest upon him—as he leans forward to give you kiss to swear fealty again—you believe him.
Summary: Jason wait for you at a restaurant, only to realize you’re not coming. As he’s about to go home, you run up to him with soaked clothes and a good explanation.
content: this is fluff, maybe a little whumpy in the middle, reader and jason kiss (their first kiss!!), could be gn!reader but witten with fem!reader in mind, reader fits in jason’s clothes/is smaller than jason (in my mind jason is massive so anybody is smaller than him, even if your thic)
a/n: realizing a lot of my fics include ordering food with jason, actually I wanted to make them still eat at the restaurant but them going home felt easier. english is not my first language, my whole writing process is basically looking up synonyms. this is also not proofread. please don’t be afraid to like, reblog and comment! 💌
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“Okay, you got this.” Jason sighs, staring at himself in the small mirror of the restaurant the two of you decided to meet at, which he’s noticeably too tall for by the way his back is bend to catch the upper half of his face.
With a deep breath, he turns and pushes the door open, making his way back to the table he’s been seated at by the waiter when he first walked in. He sits down, facing the booth opposite him, pulling out his phone to check the time. Five minutes until seven pm, the time you both agreed to meet.
He shuts his phone off and stuffs it back into his pocket, anxiously tapping his fingers on the edge of the table. Jason knew he had no tangible reason to be nervous. It was just you.
But it was also you. His best friend. His person. The one who’s been by his side the last few years, who made coming back into his old life easier, who made his new life worth living. And he had finally gotten the courage to confess his feelings and ask you on an date. A real date; not one of your typical hangouts.
The minutes fly by while he waits, and he tries not to check his phone again as he watches the rain start to fall and splat again the windows of the restaurant, slowl descending in small rivulets.
After what feels like forever and a day, he checks his phone again, reading the time. It’s now ten minutes past your designated time. Ten minutes is fine, right? Maybe you were just running late. You’d be here any moment. You had to be.
But after more time passing, the waiter asking for the countless time if his date is still coming, offering him a basket of bread with pity all over their face, Jason starts to doubt that you’re coming.
Instead, he glares at the bread he silently accepted, trying to tell himself that you wouldn’t stand him up. You would have at least let him down honestly, and not lead him on.
Time flies, and before he knows it, Jason has been sat there for over an hour. His jaw clenched, he throws a five dollar bill on the table before making his way out of the restaurant, ignoring the pitying stares of the staff.
The rain has heavily intensified when he steps out, so he stands there for a moment, realizing that you, his best friend, didn’t seem to like him that much after all. He was so stupid.
He debates waiting it out, but decides he just wants to go home, stuff himself full with one of his shitty frozen meals and don’t speak to anyone for the next week.
As he takes the first step, his head snaps up when he hears a call of his name. Turing to look down the sidewalk, he spots you, running towards him with wet strands of hair clinging to your face, your outfit completely soaked.
You stop in front of him, trying to catch your breath like you just ran a marathon. “You’re still here.” you state, panting as you place a hand over your beating heart.
Jason watches you, your chest rising up and down as your eyes search for any indication in his face that he’s mad at you.
“I‘m really sorry.” you exhale. “I swear I left my apartment on time! But then my neighbor, you know the old lady, she needed help and I tried to tell her I needed to go but she insisted and that I missed my bus and so I ordered an Uber and he was a really weird guy and then we got stuck in traffic so I just ran the last block.” you finish rambling, now even more out of breath than before, if that was even possible.
He stares at you, a million thoughts running through his head. But he speaks the most prominent. “You ran an entire block, in the rain, just so you could still make it here, even if you didn’t know if I had left already?“
You swallow, nodding in agreement. “Yes.”
“You hate running.” he states.
“Yes.” you agree once again.
An unexpected smile spreads on his lips, and even a soft, small laugh escapes him as he shakes his head. “You’re stupid.”
“Yes.” you agree for a third time, a smile matching his own now on your face, mirroring his. “But you like me anyways… right?”
Jason is silent for a moment, his gaze scanning across your face, watching you look up at him, smile of your face, cheeks warm, hair sticking to your face. God, does he like you.
“Let’s go home and order dinner.” he tells you, taking off his jacket and wrapping it around your shoulders.
You look up at him confused as you pull the jacket closer around you, your senses filling up with his scent. “What about our date?”
He wraps his arm across your shoulders, beginning to move forward on the sidewalk. “We can do it at my place.”
After arriving at his place, Jason sends you to the bathroom with a change of his clothes to take a shower, wanting you to warm up from the rain while he orders food for the two of you.
You step out of the bathroom to find sitting on his sofa, now in sweatpants and a dark tshirt, while you’re in one of his hoodies and a pair of basketball shorts you had to tie really tightly so they won’t fall down as soon as you take a step.
He pats the space next to him, inviting you to sit next to him. It’s quiet for a beat, then you break the silence. “I’m really sorry, Jay.”
He shakes his head as he turns to face you. “It’s okay, really. At least I know you didn’t stand me up.”
He says it with a small huff, similar to a laugh, but you can tell there’s something deeper underneath it. “I would never stand you up, Jay. I really wanted to go on that date with you.” you explain. “And I still really want to.”
His gaze lingers on yours, slipping down to your lips before quickly meeting your eyes again. “I still want it, too.” he admits softly.
It’s so quiet you swear he could hear your heartbeat right now. You watch his face, and you notice that the two of you have neared closer, your thigh now touch his, your hand only a movement away. Before you know what comes over you, you speak what on your mind. “Can I kiss you?”
Jason is stunned, but he’s nodding and moving forward before he even really realizes what that actually means. You close the gab, pressing your lips to his in a soft, vulnerable kiss. His lips feel slightly chapped against yours, but you don’t care, enjoying the feeling and taste of him.
After a few seconds, it’s already over, and both of you are suddenly shy and blushing like little kids. “That was nice.” you breathe out, tongue poking out to lick across your lips.
“Yeah.” he breathes out the same as you, a little dazed, before a grin spread across his face. A matching smile crosses your mouth as you lean into him, enjoying the silence of his apartment, the only sound being the occasional siren of an ambulance or something rattling from the alleyway beside his apartment.
Yeah, you’d just have to reschedule your first date. But this wasn’t so bad.
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jason todd who is gentle without even meaning to be.
he kisses the back of your hand while you’re walking side by side and smiles down at you when you startle. he stares like he can’t believe that you’re his and doesn’t hide it from you at all. instead he’ll rub the back of your hand with his thumb and put your hand in his pocket when it’s cold out. in the winter, he watches you shiver even in your coat and he’ll unzip his to hold you inside of it with him.
jason todd who is defensive on your behalf.
he’s attentive to what you like and what you don’t. he’s the type to excuse the both of you from a situation if he sees you’re even remotely uncomfortable. when someone makes a backhanded comment, he’s the first one to call it out. he has a little smile on his face while he throws it back at the other person and a shit eating grin when they cower at his comments.
jason todd who is more mindful of your habits than you are.
he’ll hold your hair back while you eat food to keep it from touching your plate and he’ll kiss you with your mouth full cause he just can’t resist it. after a long day at work he offers to rub your feet and often just gets on his knees before you to start while you complain about your boss. jason will talk to you about your cycle with genuine education and he’ll suggest period underwear when you have cramps. he doesn’t get grossed out by you. in fact, he embraces what would feel nasty or taboo and gets upset if you don’t feel the same.
jason todd who can’t stop spilling his guts out to you.
he follows you towards the bathroom and keeps the door open while you shower to keep talking. he’ll even ask to stay in the bathroom while you’re peeing and you’ll have to push him out only for him to continue his story through the door. if you’re exhausted, he just follows you into the shower and scrubs your back while he tells you all about something he witnessed today and turns around for you to do the same.
jason todd who has both a staring and a touching problem.
he doesn’t look away when you catch him staring. instead, he’ll tilt his head towards you and smile wider. if anything he just stares a little harder, leaning forward so his elbows are on his knees while he listens to you talk. maybe he’ll even cup your face and kiss the side of your face with a really wet sloppy kiss. he laughs when you wipe his spit from your cheek. he replaces it with another one but this time to your lips. the kiss holds deepening then suddenly softening until you’re breathless and forget to be mad at him.
𓏲ּ𝄢 𓂃 𓈒 ˖ kento covers himself while eating u out﹙ 18+ ﹚
kento is the biggest munch you've ever been with! he'll eat it for breakfast, lunch, & dinner if he could（and trust me, he absolutely tries to !）
but there's one little peculiar thing he always does . .
he always covers himself with a blanket over him while his face is buried deep in your sweet core. when he did it the first time you two ever got intimate, you just thought it was something he did out of respect for you and you wouldn't put it past him to do something like that so you let it be.
as time went on though, he continued doing this and so you couldn't help wonder why. so today you decide to find out just that.
while he's ever so sweetly lapping at your slicked folds, you very slowly lift up the blanket and peek in to see your beloved. he doesn't seem to notice at first since you're still letting out those cute whimpers of yours. but then, he soon hears a soft giggle from you and that makes his eyes shoot up to look at you.
and gosh, he looks so goddamn cute & sexy at the same time — so greedily suckling on your puffy clit and stretching you out with those thick fingers of his, it's like he's completely lost in the moment. then . . his eyes flit up to meet yours whose peaking so adorably with that pretty smile on your face.
kento stops like he'd just been caught doing something naughty（technically he had been!）and then his entire face flushes a shade of pink, smushing his cheek to your inner thigh. you'd never seen him get flustered like this & you genuinely feel your heart do flips at how cute he looks.
"honey . ." he mutters, squishing his face even more into the plush of your thighs. ". . what are you doing?"
"just looking at my lovely boyfriend." you muse, running your fingers through his hair. "because he's always hiding himself when he's eating me out."
the flush on his face gets darker as he lets out a tiny groan, embarrassed & bashful. ". . i just get shy about it, sweetheart. i don't know why but i just do."
your heart flutters at his adorable admission, and with that, you lower the blanket back down & you can hear kento hum in delight as he dives right back in to devouring you ❤︎ !
