Hiiii! Could I please request a smau with the bats for if reader is the type to practically narrate their life over text? Like, incessant texting almost daily to update their lover on their life/complain/ramble
a day in the life
IN WHICH... you love to give your boyfriend a play-by-play of your day!
warnings: fluff, f!reader, established relationship, pet names, reader is mentioned to be 25 but it'll make sense in context—this detail is not crucial to the reading/understanding of the SMAU! that's all i can think of
a/n: hi anon! since each boy's SMAU is like 20 pics and i can only put 30 per post, i'm doing each boy in a separate post! i'll link them all here once each bat has their SMAU posted :)))
Operation: Talk to the pretty girl (or tpg for short)
Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem!Reader (reader has she/her pronouns)
Summary: Jason and Dick are lifeguards and you’re a member at their pool desperate to beat the heat.
Warnings: None! Fluff, Jason’s a nervous wreck! Dick my social butterfly.
A/N: this is for @jackabbotsfavoritewife because that blurb brought me so much life 🤤 this also gonna get a part 2 probably
Your membership at your new gym had started on a whim between you and your best friend one night when you mentioned wanting to go swimming but not in the dingy, and quite frankly disgusting, pool in your apartment building.
You two had first started going together and once you both got busy and could no longer make time for going with one another, you started going alone but doing the stairmaster without motivation got harder and harder by the day.
One particularly hot and extremely stressful day had you wanting to either commit a crime, commit suicide, relax, or the secret fourth option. Then the thankful stroke of remembrance hit you and you quickly headed back to your apartment to change into your swimsuit and head to your gym for their pool.
Sun still beaming down on you, you check in at the pool desk with your last name and member number and place your bag of stuff on one of the lounge chairs, quite eager to jump in the pool as fast as possible.
Imagine Jason Todd’s surprise when he’s headed to swap places with Dick when he spots you putting your stuff onto the lounge chairs and whizzing past him to get into the pool. Prepared for what he thought would be the most miserable shift of his life because it’s a whopping 92° (or 33° if you use celsius), he sees this beauty in a hell of a rush to escape the heat.
Walking over to Dick and taking his rescue tube as he comes down from the stand he stops and looks at his brother in utter bewilderment, “Who is that?” A question he only asks Dick because his brother is extremely sociable and would talk to the frogs in the skimmers if he wanted to, and he has.
Dick just looks at his brother and shrugs, “I don’t know but I can go and ask her if you want me to,” now sporting the biggest grin ever while Jason’s heart drops into his ass as he scrambles onto the stand. “Don’t go talking to her, just leave it.”
“You said go talk to her,” Dick taunts, walking over to where you’re floating while Jason tries to shoo him away from you wordlessly, arms flailing around to get him away. Dick ignores his brother and proceeds to stand over your starfished floating body until you open your eyes and look at him.
“What’s your name,” Dick starts, “I ask because my brother wants to know!”
His words are only slightly muffled by the ripples of the water against your ears but you still hear him and respond but not before asking who his brother is. He shamelessly points your gaze to the lifeguard stand where Jason is actively trying and failing to be as aloof as possible.
“That’s Jason, he thinks you’re cute but obviously he’s trying to ignore this whole interaction, so it would do him lots and lots of good if you would be kind enough to talk to him because if you wait on him to make the first move, you’ll be waiting until the dinosaurs come back.” You blink at him and mutter an okay as he skips, literally skips back to his brother on the stand.
Once Dick finishes his skip back to Jason, he happily reports back, “Act surprised when she walks over to ask you out, you’re welcome,” and Dick walks into the pool shed’s office to actually take his break.
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ sypnosis — jason woke up and decided chaos was his word of the day
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ tags — flufffyyyy, domestic, established relationship, strict reader, reader uses playful punishments, mild language, burger jason, panty stealing jason, bad ass kid jason, ooc jason tbh, jason has a healthy outlet to be childish
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ wc — 1.8k
author's note — guys I'm soooo sorry for the delay on a new story and im not even going to try and find an excuse...i was just too lazy to write mb
ever heard the saying "a cat only breaks things because they feel safe?" well, that totally applies to jason peter todd. sometimes you really wish you hadn’t made him feel so safe around you, not for any bad reasons or anything, but because that serious, put-together guy you once knew? yeah, he’s gone, and there’s no way he’s coming back.
"you gon eat that, sweetheart?" his muffled voice pulled you from your thoughts, of course, he was talking while chewing. you looked up, hoping to catch his eyes, but his were too busy zeroing in on a small pile of fries you didn’t have room for.
"no, jay, you can take them," you replied, trying not to smile. don’t encourage his behavior, you reminded yourself.
he didn't hesitate at all, scooping the fries off your tray and tossing them into his own while you sipped on your milkshake. you shook your head, this dude was serious about his food time.
"can I have your pickles then?" you asked, eyeing the pile he’d pulled out of his burger along with his tomatoes and onions...and lettuce.
he just nodded, taking another bite of his meat-only burger and humming like he was in a commercial or something. you couldn’t help but chuckle as you grabbed the pickles away from him.
you noticed his eyes tracking your hand, that familiar glint shining through them.
uh oh.
"babe, babe," he said, swallowing and putting his burger down to really grab your attention, even though he already had it. "what do you call pickled bread before it’s baked?" he asked, grinning big and resting his hands in his lap.
"uhh… I don’t know, jace, what’s it called?"
“dill dough! get it? get it, babe?”
you took a deep breath and hid your face behind your hands, partly to cover up your smirk and partly because you heard the old lady in the booth behind you gasp while her grandkids snickered around her.
you took another deep breath in and a deep breath out before taking your hands off your face and looking at him. he had the goofiest smile on earth you could practically see the little halo forming around his head, rounded cheeks, and a little ketchup on his nose. you really shouldn't have enjoyed the way his smile dropped when you spoke.
"you're moving your clip to yellow when we get home."
"ow! please, baby, i said i'm sorry!"
"no sir, you will drop your pin and I will be watching," you said, fingers gripping tighter against his ear as you pulled him further into your shared apartment.
"this is abuse!" he exclaimed, clutching the paper takeout bag against his stomach for comfort as you walked him to the fridge.
a small magnetic behavior clip chart sat in the center of it, with a little wooden pin engraved with "jason" right on the green "ready to learn" section.
you released his ear, and he immediately started rubbing it. clearing your throat, your gaze shifted back and forth between him and the chart.
"but—"
"no buts mister, you really made a dildo joke in front of that sweet granny?"
his smile returned, big and wild as he nodded with pride, his tousled curls bouncing, making you clench your fists at your sides to stop yourself from cupping his little face and smooching him all over.
"not funny, jace."
he rolled his eyes and whined, "do i haveeee to?"
"yes."
he groaned and muttered under his breath as he reluctantly moved his pin down from green to the yellow "think about it" section.
"good, if you behave for the rest of the day, you can bring your pin back up," you said with a satisfied nod, walking past him and narrowing your eyes as you looked him up and down. "you big baby," you scoffed, snatching the bag from his hands and heading toward the counter to unpack the containers.
he was left with his brows furrowed and his lips pouty, hands still around his stomach as if his little bag was still there.
oh, it was on.
you were so focused on slicing the takeout burger in half and arranging the extra fries into a bento box that you completely missed when he slipped away. jason had a big mission tomorrow with b, and you wanted to make sure he had a meal ready for him while he was out.
just as you were about to grab a sticky note from the junk drawer to write him a sweet message, you heard it.
the unmistakable sound of your laundry basket scraping against the floor. a frown crossed your face as you glanced around, but it quickly softened when you remembered how you had taken his socks a few days before, insisting they were cozier than your own.
you stepped away from the counter to go help him, but the sight that greeted you as you rounded the corner was...adorable
jason was bent over your laundry basket, gently sifting through your clothes with his fingers. a soft grin crept onto your face at the scene, but it quickly faded when you noticed a small pile of your underwear he had carefully arranged next to the basket.
you blinked. once. twice. then, you crossed your arms over your chest and raised an eyebrow.
he picked up another pair of panties, biting his bottom lip to suppress a giggle, and placed it on top of the stack. when he glanced up, his eyes seemed ready to pop out of his head.
neither of you moved, nor did you break eye contact, but you could sense he was wishing you would just magically disappear into thin air.
“care to explain yourself—” you started, finally shattering the silence, but the words got stuck in your throat as you watched jason quickly shove your panties into his pocket before dashing away.
your feet instinctively followed him around the apartment before you even realized it.
"jason, goddammit, come back here!" you yelled as he led you in circles around the kitchen island.
curse him for his athleticism and curse yourself for feeling so bloated.
you could hear him breathing heavily. that's right, big guy, all you needed to do was wear him out.
"jason, you better pick that up!" you exclaimed, gasping for air as he tossed a pillow from the couch at your feet.
"no! just leave me alone!" he whined, desperately searching for an escape route. "i need those panties... for stuff," he added, taking off again as he noticed you charging at him with the pillow in hand.
"ow! hey, stop it, baby, come on!" he protested as you finally caught up and began to whack him with the pillow, slowly pushing him into a corner.
"get in there, get," you muttered, nudging him toward the corner while your eyes caught sight of the broom from the corner of your eye. you launched the pillow at his head to distract him and grabbed the broom, turning it around and poking at him like a sword.
"time out, ten minutes," you declared, holding the broom against his stomach. "get in your corner, todd," you whispered darkly as you narrowed your eyes on him.
his eyes got all squinty as his hands turned into claws and he started baring his teeth at you like some kinda animal.
you raised an eyebrow and couldn't help but notice how... weirdly clean his teeth were?
"wait, jace, did you seriously use my toothbrush?" you asked, holding your broom sword up higher toward his face.
he just snarled and made this sound that was basically a bark. was he actually trying to scare you right now?
"oh put those away! get down, down boy!" you said as you started poking at his chest gently with your sword, pushing him further into the corner.
he only frowned and a small whine bubbled in his chest when he realized there was no way he was getting out of this. slowly he slid down the wall and turned away from you.
you grinned proudly and leaned down, sticking your hand out toward him. "and give me my underwear back," you said through clenched teeth.
"but-but they're mine," he huffed, slowly digging through his pocket before reluctantly tossing your panties into your hand.
"thank you, you get to keep two," you said as you grabbed your panties and threw two into his lap. "now that's ten minutes in time out, and I don't wanna hear a single sniffle coming from this corner."
"i wasn't being too… difficult today, right?" his voice breaks the silence, and you open your eyes again.
your fingers keep running through his curls, messing them up in the cutest way. you just shake your head, and before you can even say anything, he interrupts.
"i'm serious, you can be honest."
your heart tightens at the way his eyes shine in the dim light, not with tears, but they always managed to pull you in.
"no, baby, you were… fun. at least i got some cardio in today," you say with a light laugh as you lean in to plant a quick kiss on the side of his nose.
you hear his breath catch and feel his arms tighten around you. you'd normally complain about him feeling too heavy on top of you, but you can't bring yourself to do it now.
"you're welcome," he replies after a moment, a small smile appearing before his head drops onto your chest and you let your nails scratch at his scalp.
"you look really pretty, jace," you blurt out, and you hear him laugh as he lifts his head.
"thanks, you do too, baby." he says with a lopsided smile as his eyes scanned your face and the way the light of the candle illuminated only half of it. he leaned in, his lips softly brushing against yours. it starts off slow and sweet, but then his hands go to your cheeks and he deepens the kiss.
"jace, oh my god, jason!" you squeal as he moves from your lips to slobber your cheeks, your nose, your jaw, and your temple with kisses.
he has a grin on his face, "what? can't i be affectionate now?"
"yeah, but why are you being so good now?" you ask. "i could've used a well-behaved jason a few hours ago."
"i'm being good?" he leans back to look at you with an arched brow, his grin growing as you nod.
"does that mean i can move my pin back to green now?" he asks, his lips starting to brush against the top of your head.
you chuckle while your fingers slide under his shirt, feeling his stomach tense up. you love how each of his muscles responds differently to your touch.
"pft, no," you say, laughing at the sound of his groan.
