okay but imagine,
jason todd x nerd!reader, sitting in one of your d&d games.
jason, your large hunk of a man sat a little behind you as the d20 leaves your fingers. or well, both of your fingers, as hands are tied together while shaking the die. the sharp resin being an expensive set your splurged on for this character. your baby- so to speak.
you can hear jason hold his breath as his eyes check your sheet, doing swift mental math to prepare for this fallout.
your last death save, the make or break with two fails and two successes.
he can feel your breath stop, holding your own in, subconsciously mimicking your boyfriend. everyone around you watches the colorful dice click, click, clink, against the wooden table.
until it stops.
it’s like time slows for you, holding jason’s hand as you squeeze it like it could change any outcome if you willed hard enough. his other hand on your neck, calluses working soft patterns into skin.
“fuck yes!” you exclaim, genuinely standing up as it rolls a natural twenty, tears welling up as you hug jason like he changed the world for you.
the whole table erupting in shouts and chaos, a dice to change the fate of the world. or his world. his girl’s character alive and well, while his girl is in happy tears about a story. this is what he never thought he would ever get.
if this is anything i WILL write this.
