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.
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Taken right from my Xbox Series S, I collected a small assortment of my favorite Pinata for references and to spread the love. Preztails are some of my favorite species. I often have at least two for most of my gardens. Trouble in Paradise introduced Arctic Preztails, like the one shown above, along with a handful of other species variants. You can breed them together, but the child will always come out as the original variant, so keep that in mind when trying for Wildcard.
This image was from the original game. I have yet to produce a Wildcard offspring in this installment (I know they exist). They're much easier in Trouble in Paradise.
This is my first ever Wildcard Preztail! I will make a more detailed post highlighting Wildcards with provided,high quality imagary, which seems to be absent on the internet.
I have a separate garden for Arctic Preztails (co-habited with various arctic species). I have successfully bred Wildcards out of them and profited off the highly valued variants. I think I like the Arctic Preztails slightly more than the original. Their colors are quite pleasing, and I love wintery themes in general.
Last picture for now. This new garden gave me a Preztail as my starter piñata, which was a pleasant surprise. Since I wanted this garden to be more of a mystical forest, I made her into a princess and secured her a mate for breedimg purposes. She's one of my favorites.
I hope to inspire more intrigue for this game. Its truly a gem and can be quite rewarding. More will come soon!
a/n: thank you guys for all the love and support on the first one and the idea as a whole!! i've had soo much fun figuring out what to do next. let me know if we want more? should this be a mini series? idk?
fluffy! bickering, cursing, coffee, book snob jason, next is the gala? probably? felt too fast to somehow immediately get there soooo. implied female reader!
part one
college! reader x jason todd part ii
your professor finally stops talking and gives the go ahead to leave. the lecture felt eons longer than it actually was. stepping out of the lecture hall and into the bustling hallways full of worried freshman, shuffling sophomores and more. the smell of frat boys colognes, books, printing paper, ink, and wooden panelling of the school all kicks in at once like the classroom itself was holding back the smell. the moment feels full of energy as school is actually starting to kick in and kick everyone's ass. finally finishing your "exam week" about a week ago, the nervousness of the week not touching you..in an academic way.
the gala is coming up. a cocktail & dinner fundraising gala, one the wayne's are hosting at one of their exclusive venues in upper gotham. the charity working towards providing better funding for rail workers. something you would never dream about attending, but jason's quick and nervous invitation gives you hope. plus you can always bug steph, she always complains about having to go alone and can "never bring anyone fun," since the incident of bringing along kara. one that is always retold differently each time stephanie speaks on it.
flipping your keys in your hands as the school day winds down for you, and amps up for everyone else. morning classes have that advantage, even if the disadvantage is a lack of sleep. your empty can of redbull being tossed in the bin, walking out of the halls and back onto the outdoor campus. you know steph's classes have now ended too, as you hear a soft ping from your phone.
coffee @ ground up?
steph and you normally meet up and study, especially since you know she has an active lifestyle so she doesn't have much time to hang out or sit down and do anything. you give her message a little heart reaction, as you change your walk to go to the coffee shop near campus. you can always walk back to your car.
the sound of your own feet fall and the music coming from your headphones carry you swiftly to the smell of mediocre coffee. spotting your favorite head of blonde curls, with a group...one of them having a familiar streak of white. you curse silently to yourself, she could have at least warned you! put on some extra mascara or made sure your hair was fine or something, you tug on your shirt to make sure it fits the same it did as this morning (it does) and step up.
"steph, jason- tim," you say, giving tim a bit more of subtle grief (as is your right. fake beef is just to easy to have with him), greeting each of them as you set your backpack down with stephanie's and slide into your normal spot beside steph. giving steph a look, a mix of an eyebrow cocked up and a thin lipped smile that reads easily as 'no warning? really?' as she just gives you a shrug.
jason stutters out a, "uh, hey," seeing you again, face to face not shielded by the darkness of steph's apartment. in which tim gives him a not at all subtle pat full of teasing for the stutter.
"hey," you say, equally as awkward, giving steph another mock put out look and turning back to the guys, setting your keys and phone on the table.
"we were just talking about the late night job and stuff," steph explains, her eyes dragging over you and jason like almost an unimpressed teacher.
you two talked a lot that night- and into the morning about jason. stephanie doesn't not trust you, but she explained how their late night security jobs go and how he really really got the short end of the stick in a lot of aspects of his life. not that she went into detail, just gave warnings, some of which were more along the lines of
"and look– he never, ever cleans up on saturday's with everyone after the job. i think he may have invented the irish goodbye,"
in which you sorta just laughed about, but stephanie gave you all the golden highlights in the kintsugi too. how he loves reading, how he takes care of what he has, how he can figure out how to cook something out of nothing, how he's gruff with calm and angry with care.
"anybody get too hurt this time around?" you ask, coming back to the moment, settling in the seat as in the back of your mind clock the drinks at the table. tim and stephanie have already gotten a drink and a treat of sorts, you can't really tell what it was from the crumbs.
"thank goodness no," tim butts in, his eyes watch you and steph interact almost around jason like hyena's circling, trying to read and understand their prey. except well, not prey, you just want an actual invitation to that gala, maybe one with a date attached, or something.
your stuff on the table consists of keys, a book you've been reading, and the airpods wonder woman case steph got you a while back. "how's jane eyre?" the deeper voice cuts into the conversation, as you give a bit of a grin.
"good. super good. i can already tell that each segment of the book- or time period i guess, relates to a struggle women have to go through like starvation and hunger," you add on, lightly, but somehow his eager look, as if he wants to genuinely learn more has you leaning forward a bit.
your hands moving as you somehow get lead to order your drink as jason asks more and more questions about your favorite books with an inquisitive look. his hand shadowing your back as a new group of people enter, not to crowd you but rather corral into his own space.
it's subconscious, you can tell by the way his eyes are locked only onto you, nodding along with his white tuft moving. his scars looking less jagged when he smiles and more like sweet creases in his skin.
"you a coffee guy?" you ask, your mind wandering to the menu above you both. you know it inside and out, your favorite drink easily findable on the menu. you are rather lingering in the moment by asking, letting your eyes sink into his frame, taking him in like he's a photo of an exquisite view.
"sometimes. i prefer tea though," he responds thoughtfully, taking in the menu finally but his gaze is fully taken over by you. a soft little hum leaving his lips as you start to order, his card slipping over the reader before you can even manage to think about paying.
"jason, thank you, really," you smile with a gentleness for him that can only really be seen in crushes. soft color changing in your cheeks and hand coming up to scratch the back of your neck.
"sure thing, sunshine," it slips out really, he's been referring to you as that mentally- sure, but his lips move before he does. giving you a bit of a raised brow and trying to gauge if that was an okay thing to say or not. he would rather explode than make you feel uncomfortable with him. especially because he knows stephanie would beat his ass.
you grin though, as if the nickname lights up your solar power. the smell of coffee filling your senses as you look back to tim and stephanie...who are now gone. you can see your phone ping from the table and you give a soft mock groan.
"they left us," you chide softly, looking up at jason's frame.
"of course they did. steph probably thinks this is some way to set us up or whatever," he huffs, mild embarrassment covering the tips of his ears while his arms cross.
"well, what now?" you ask, as jason hands you the coffee. your head cocking to the side as you take a sip. he can see the way the drink satisfies your senses, your lips giving a little breath and shoulders dropping.
"take advantage of our time?" he mentions, watching your reaction as he suggests it, walking the two of you back to the booth and resuming the indepth book conversation. the thought of checking what steph texted you doesn't even cross your mind as your eyes catch jason's hands moving while he speaks, the way his eyes light up while he thinks and listens, the way he adds to the conversation- never subtracting from your opinions but rather challenging or wondering about them.
the lights of the dim cafe shine his green eyes more brightly too, as your hands accidentally brush and you give a soft laugh. as you finish your coffee, you just watch him more, wondering if this could turn into something more.
how do we feel? again i thought leading immediately into the gala wasn't a good idea so scheming tim and steph here we are!! they want both of you happy, even if they show it in the stupidest ways ever.
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jason todd and birthdays are complicated. he has two birthdays, even if he denies it. both of which he wants to be ignored, however your birthdays? he goes all out for, in his perfect way.
he gets streamers (dicks idea) and makes imperfect patterns on the ceilings, a perfect cake that was paid for via bruce’s card, the most silly and thoughtful gifts, on top of the best day you never even knew you needed.
do you ever think dick and jason played any video games together? i can see them staying up to play halo, bonding over a storyline and making references even after jason’s resurrection. very “hey jay, this is just like when i kept spawn camping you and-“ “shut your mouth dicky before i tell everyone about you had special feelings about cortana”
i just need them to be more siblings coded, but still have that rivalry, however- still doing things that brothers would do. or i’d imagine they do.
