[luviery]

✦ ̣̣ ۟ ︵ LUVIE She/her. early twenties . Asian. Jason Todd's partner in crime. writing blog. @luviereads for fic recs and @luvieriesse is my main blog (that's where I will follow from) MDNI

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[the-darklings]

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[fawnindawn]

thank you for the tag kat i love this game sm <3

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[patientofarkhamasylum]

tysm for the tag dawn!

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[luviery]

Ty for the tag Sarah!!!

pinterest tag game: lyrics, colour, character, place, outfit, aesthetic.

No pressure tags: @frostedpinkicing @devisedplan @llovelygood @stcrgazerlily @fleurmarjorieargent @flimsily-flimsy @scissorhvnds @batwngs + anyone else

[luviery]

FIC RECS

Some fic recs since this blog reached 700 + followers last month and I finally got the time to make the post ! Thank you so much for all the love !!! Check out all these works and show them some love!! (All fics reblogged in @luviereads)

BRUCE WAYNE

necklace - @patientofarkhamasylum sacred heart - @frostedpinkicing Bite my tongue/ It's a bad habit - @suprsnupi vampire! Bruce - @scissorhvnds your hand upon my chest is mine - @twentytomidnight Never used to death - @llovelygood jealous knight - @bloomcissa lightweight! reader is ready to rish it all for bruce wayne - @mystiquevoid

CLARK KENT

Sunlight through glass - @cherryysunshine Mama, a bald man behind you - @stcrgazerlily Title of your sex tape - @annaevermore superman day - @kryptidfiles have you raised a ticket? - @devisedplan

JASON TODD

lipstick and a split lip - @batwngs like father, like trouble - @arfemiz Coffee Shop Revelations - @fanfictionwarrior-chills Just us and your friend roy - @fleurmarjorieargent Baby - @brucewayneisavirgin knight in shining armor - @vianawaits you melt up my body and all my heart - @flimsily-flimsy arkham knight - @torupng

DICK GRAYSON

you wake him when the baby is being fussy - @sakunai between the lines - @oncasette Background arobatics - @fancy-possum House tour - @ghxstrobins the proposal - @gglouise23

ROY HARPER

nothing seems to walk the same - @waltzingphantoms Iris - @amoebadue fratboy! Roy Harper - @moviecritc

CASSANDRA CAIN

first kiss - @kooriandr

TALIA AL GHUL

morning lights - @cherryvvave

STEPHANIE BROWN

girl, so confusing - @froggibus

KARA ZOR-EL

Rockstar! Kara - @pixelbfs

SUPERBOY PRIME

for research purposes - @athenxt

MULTI

pillow talk - @brinawing A little favour - @gothamorphosis Who is this ? - @dontyouworrydaddy

MISCELLANEOUS

Pretty isin't pretty - @crookshanks-07 thinking about teen!nanami meeting gojo's childhood best friend for the first time.- @irisgrrl

KYLE RAYNER

Sunsets and honest opinions - @iridescentlightshow (platonic)

DIANA PRINCE

bicep shots - @sozzoe

A/N: I might have missed mentioning someone (I'm so sorry!!) Check out other fic recs

[luviery]

NO.1 YAPPER (AND RAGEBAITER)

Summary: Jason being a yapper and sometimes a ragebaiter towards you. pairing: Jason x reader tags and warnings: yapper x listener, also kind of ragebaits you at the end though I don't think I wrote that portion well,got this idea in the middle of the day and here it is, not too happy with this but anyways ,maybe OOC, wc: 1.3k

When people look at you and Jason, they'd assume it's you who talks more — you who always has a slight awkward smile on your face like a reflex mechanism while Jason has his lips pressed into a thin line, green eyes glaring, tall and bulky with tattoos peeking through his shirt. But the truth was far from it. In fact, no one really believed you when you said Jason was the talkative one of the two of you.

Maybe because it was only with you.

Sometimes he'd lay his head on your lap, hands moving around as he explained the plot of some old Hollywood movie he found in the depths of the internet, or sometimes it would be about how the author could have made the plot twist better. Sometimes when both of you are meandering around the streets of Gotham, he'd tell you some tidbits about the places or about a specific dish cooked in a restaurant. Sometimes it would be when you were doing your skincare routine at the vanity, all while Jason was lying on the bed behind you, huddled in blankets with his hair all around the place, yapping about how his brothers did something wrong or about a dumb criminal he had caught last patrol.

You liked hearing him talk.

The way his voice changed its pitch according to what he was talking about — sometimes hushed, sometimes boisterous — comforted you, like a heavyweight blanket during the cold winters. All your worries would wash away as you listened to him talk about literally anything. Hell, sometimes it would help you sleep after not being able to do so for a while.

It had always been like this since your childhood, when you and Jason would spend hours talking about school.

But things had changed.

Jason had changed after coming back from the dead — angry, annoyed and frustrated, all hiding a deep layer of hurt. You couldn't blame him, not after all he went through.

It had taken a few months for him to start talking like he used to , without any annoying remarks every few seconds. You knew it came from a place of hurt and fury.

Now you were here, after four years of being together, as Jason rambled on and on about something he witnessed while getting you a bagel from the cafe across the street.

"The guy acted so immature —" he huffs. "Almost like a five-year-old child crying to his mother."

You hummed, fingers threading through his hair. He looked beautiful, always did. There's a moment of silence, nothing but the sound of the overhead fan filling in the space. You don't notice, too immersed in memorising his beauty.

"Do I speak too much?" Jason asks, eyes gazing at the floor below you. It surprised you just for a minute before you cupped his cheeks, fingertips dancing around the scars on his face. It reminded you of a moment years ago, when you both were thirteen, playing around in the lush gardens of the Wayne manor. He had asked you the same question after an incident that had occurred at school, where your teacher had pointed out how Jason had made even the most introverted kid at school — you — talk during class.

You remembered how blue eyes looked onto the green, hands fiddling as he waited for your answer with bated breath.

Years later, though everything has changed, nothing has at the same time.

You whisper the same words you did years ago.

"I love hearing you talk, Jay. It's my favorite sound."

Of course, loving hearing Jason talk didn't mean he never found ways to annoy you. All of them were silly, nothing that could really hurt you, but they did a good job of annoying you.

It's been a few weeks since that day.

It was two in the morning when the thud of boots resounded against the walls of the living room. Jason had expected you to have gone to sleep by now, only to find you sitting on the couch, face illuminated by the glow of the laptop screen. Your eyes were squinted, nose scrunched as you switched through various tabs.

You were busy typing, not even turning round at the sound of Jason's arrival. Jason knew you didn't like being disturbed when you worked, so he decided to take a shower before approaching you. Minutes passed by, and Jason had changed into his sweatpants, hair wet and droplets sliding across scarred muscles, yet you were as still as a statue, eyes glued to the screen.

"Baby, you need to sleep." Jason murmurs, hand over your shoulder, as he slides next to you. Tiny droplets sink into the cotton of your shirt as you shrug his hand off, back hunched, trying to finish the assignment that was due in two days.

"Not today, Jason."

"Well, it's actually tomorrow because it's past 12." Jason snickered, giggling to himself but there was no reaction on your face. It was almost three AM now, and he could see your eyes starting to droop, though you still typed.

Jason was a strategist at heart, so what better way than to use his rage-bait techniques to get you to sleep.

"chi-HUAH-HUAH"

See there were few specific words, when pronounced in a certain way had your vein pooping off in your forehead and this just happened to be one of them, that Jason was very well aware of. It was the intonation of the word that irked you — the initial low pitch transition to immediate high pitch.

There's a pin drop silence in the room, as you try to take a deep breath before typing again to complete the assignment and not stare at the godly man standing in front of you with absurd sounds slipping past his lips.

"Chi-HUAH-HUAH," he raised his voice again, moving behind the couch. You did not have to turn to know the teasing grin carved on his face.

"Chi-HUAH-HUAH, "Jason repeats.

"Jay," you mumble, continuing to type even as your concentration wears down every minute.

"chi-HUAH-HUAH"

"Jason."

"chi-HUAH-HUAH"

"Okay, that's it, I'm going too—" you place the laptop on the couch before running behind as he leaps towards the bedroom, looking back at you with the same grin. "Jason, you idiot, wait."

Only his glorious laughs resound in the apartment (your neighbours would complain the following day). An involuntary smile curls at your lips at the sounds before you try to grimace to show your annoyance.

Your shared bedroom was at the end of the hallway. Once you enter the dark room, large hands tackle you from behind to the soft plush of the bed, pulling you in close against his chest. His green eyes gleam under the moonlight flittering through the curtains.

"Jason, stop. You know I hate you saying that," you say, slightly punching his bicep, to which he only tightens his arms around your waist.

"I know, baby, I'm sorry," He mutters, head tucked into the crook of your neck. You stay like that for a minute, almost forgetting about the assignment. almost.

"Okay, let me go now." You push against his chest only for him to tug you further.

"Nope, you need to sleep." Jason looks at you, his scarred hand grazing your cheek. He knew you hadn't slept properly for the past two days, and you would fall sick sooner or later if it continued.

"No, I need to finish the assignment that's—"

"That's due on Friday. You can rest now." Jason continues, hands brushing the hair from your face.

"But Jay —"

"Angel, please," he pleads, bringing your fingertips to his mouth as he places small kisses on them. "Let's give your fingers some rest, and then I'll wake you up at seven in the morning."

"Fine," you grumble, before placing your head on his chest. "But I'm getting my revenge one day."

He laughs before tugging the comforter over both of you. It was easy to fall asleep, listening to his heartbeat like a lullaby.

A/N: Hope you guys liked it. Comment on this post to join taglist.

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[luviery]

hi hi luviee!! ⭐️

for the ask game, which are your top three songs for the summer, the ones with the most summery vibes??? 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

Thank you for asking ty!!!

Alcohol free - TWICE

Mystery of love - Sufjan Stevens (not a very happy summer song but it is what it is )

Lush life - Zara Larson

ask game

[luviery]

Hi luvieee🩶🩶 What’s an advice that helps you get through life?

Hiii jacy, ty for asking !!!

Honestly, right now i need this advice from someone lol (2026 has been such a bitch to me) but the only thing i can say is to have hope that there is light at the end of the tunnel and things will eventually get better ❤️‍🩹

Ask game

[luviery]

heyyy luvieeee <3 <3

for the ask game, whats your favourite artists/letterboxd top four!!!! <3

Hiii !!

My favourite artist is TWICE (K-POP) !! I have been a fan of them for six years now and will probably stay a fan of them for a long time even though I don’t dabble all that much in K-pop anymore !!!

As for letterboxd, I don’t have a top four yet (I don’t use letterboxd all that much)

Ask game

[luviery]

Hi luvie 🫶🏽 two/three random things i associate you with are

the red Sabrina carpenter perfume

These two vintage coach handbags my mom gave me

Hiii dreamer!!

OMG thank you!!!! Because this is soo accurate cuz I LOVE cherry red sooo much!!! I just searched the Sabrina carpenter perfume and god does it look like it would smell good (and i saw the price and it’s a little expensive for a perfume 🥀 for me )

And the bags look so good !!!

Ask game

[luviery]

Hi Luvie! What do you find inspires you to write the most? 🫶🏻

Hiii Lacey !!! Ty for asking

I think what inspires me to write the most is just my ideas coming to life. The process is exhausting but is fruitful because my idea is finally executed (and it’s the only thing keeping me sane right now )

Ask game

[luviery]

luvie i would luv (teehee :p) to know what your favorite tv show and movie are!!

Hii froggie 💜, ty for asking

My favourite TV show is probably either modern family or The mentalist !! And fav movie, I don’t really have one at the moment ( i need to catch up on movies )

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reblog if you’d like one of these in your inbox

- ask me things you want to know about me

- why you follow me

- what’s on your mind/what you’re thinking about

- a compliment

- make me choose between two things

- ask for advice

- tell me a secret

- things you associate me with

- anything!!!!

[luviery]

BRUCE WAYNE IS A..... BAKER?

summary: The people of Gotham find out Bruce Wayne is a baker and a bad baker at that. pairing: Bruce Wayne x wife! reader tags and warnings: you and Bruce have a daughter named elena, based on a trend I saw on Instagram, kinda feels unfinished but idk, nothing else I think. Also thanks to sarah for validating my idea!! Hope you guys liked it! bruce wayne masterlist

Bruce Wayne is a … baker?

These were words that would never find themselves in a sentence together.

Till now, that is.

Your four-year-old daughter giggles, clutching your thigh while staring at her dad. It had been one of the very few days where you and Bruce were free from your packed schedules to pick up your daughter from school, and coincidentally, the school had indulged in some social media marketing in order to boost their reputation.

Among the several tactics, one was asking the children what their parents did for work and comparing the answers with what the parents actually did.

The video started with Avery, the social media intern of the school, who briefly introduced the challenge before shifting to one of the kids. Some of them answered vaguely about their parents like 'She works too much' or 'He presses a button', only for the video to shift to their parents answering their profession as an Accountant or a Marine Biologist. Some kids were more accurate by saying that their father worked with a computer or that their mother was a scientist. But when it came to your daughter, her answer was a mix of the above.

"Hi Elena," Avery smiles, hunching down next to the four-year-old clad in a pink frock. She moves the black spongy end of the microphone towards Elena. "What do you think your mom and dad do for work?"

Elena thinks for a minute, tapping her index finger against her chin before turning towards the camera with a bright smile, her deep blue eyes glittering in the light akin to that of her father's.

"Mommy makes the skin better, "Elena rubs the skin of her arm. "She makes it soft."

"And what about your Dad?"

Elena plays with her hair as she looks behind the camera, eyes gazing over her father, who had a gentle smile carved on his face.

"Daddy bakes bread, but not good bread."

For a minute, it's just silence before your laugh in the background slices through like that of a sharp whistle. Even Avery struggles to talk. Elena innocently looks at your form — back hunched and hands over your mouth with tears teasing your waterline. Bruce, on the other hand, went statuesque — eyes widened and mouth falling slightly open.

You were not sure how, out of all the things that could have been said, your daughter chose to say this.

Maybe it was the fact that he baked sourdough bread for the first time during your wedding anniversary with your daughter as his assistant chef, only for the insides to be still gooey batter. But that was okay considering it was a pretty hard recipe.

After all, practice makes perfect.

The second time he tried was during the summer when Elena insisted she wanted to make bread with her father. It had all but ended up with a messed up kitchen and your daughter crying. But she did not loose hope yet that her father could do better at his job.

The next time he tried was during your birthday. Elena had insisted to her dad that he must bake you the sourdough bread again because it was your favorite along with a cake — nothing extraordinary, just a simple chocolate cake, but turns out it was not so simple. Let's just say the night ended with two soot covered toque chef hats on the heads of your husband and daughter.

Alfred was pissed.

"Mommy, did I say something wrong?" Elena asks, tugging at your dress.

"No, no, sweetheart. It's nothing," you mumble, pressing a soft kiss onto her forehead, not daring to look at her father, who still stood in shock. You muffle another giggle that would definitely make you receive a glare from Batman himself.

"You did a good job, sweetheart." You ruffle her hair.

The camera pans to you.

"So what do you do?" Avery asks.

"Hi, I am Elena's mom, and I, in fact, am someone who makes the skin better— I am a dermatologist. " You squeeze Elena's cheeks as she squeals with laughter at the fact that she got it right.

The camera then pans to Bruce. Everyone around you knew who he was and what he did, but Avery asked nonetheless.

"And what do you do?"

Bruce clears his throat, coughing a little when he catches the mirth in your eyes.

"Hello, I am Elena's dad, and I run a company, " He mutters, taking a deep breath. " To be honest, she's not wrong"

Some Comments after the video was posted:

user1: BAHAHA not Bruce Wayne being outed as a bad baker by his own daughter.

user2: my sequence of thoughts : aww a sweet kid —> she got her mom right —> BRUCE WAYNE is a baker?

user3: Is Bruce Wayne's wife single?

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[luviery]

hi lovely! i hope you're doing well <3 i was wondering if i could be added to ur taglist for all characters? tysm!!

Hii sarah, I’m doing good. Hope everything’s been going well for you too ! And ofc I will add you to the taglist!

[luviery]

jason x f!reader

who's damians teacher!!! she's all sunflowers and happiness in gloomy gotham

but damiam adores her....he'd never tell anyone tho..

she's like miss honeyyy. she's given everyone in the class a pet fish to care for...

and damian who has to leave for a mission, drops it off at jasons safehouse.....

only to return and find the fish dead :( he goes batshit crazy at jason bc now his tchr will think he cant even take care of a fish!!!

so he makes jason come to his school and apologise to his miss only for jason to be completely smitten with her as soon as he sees her!!!

jason is all leather jacket and build like a fridge and she looks like she came straight out of a pixar movie. with a yellow bandana in her hair and daisy earrings and ofc with a copy of EMMA by austen on her desk!!!

damians like- todd!apologise

jason- woah hi

damian hates it

but jason starts showing up to pick him from school everyday hoping to see his tchr each day trying harder leaving the leather jacket behind a nice blue buttonup Hair combed all cute one day damian's like if u must pursue miss x you must do it perfectly todd and leaves them alone in the room together jason stutters introduces himself and asks her out of a date , a hot messs

and shes like um idk i kinda preffered you with the leather jacket and the bike :) shes whimsical and funny and hes in loooooooooove

Hiii, I'm so sorry for seeing this late but I'm pretty sure I read a very similar oneshot on tumblr a while ago! I will link it here If I can find it.

Update: I’m not sure if this is the exact oneshot by @/whotookcry I read but it’s a pretty similar one .

[luviery]

hey so, I was wondering.. I just read the ‘i love you’ fic of bruce wayne, AND I LOVED IT. And I thought… what if the one getting into an accident is not bruce, but reader?

Hii nonnie, initially I thought of using that dynamic for the oneshot but decided it should be Bruce instead just because it would be much more interesting from his point of view.

But I can try writing something along those lines too nonnie!! Ty for reading!!

[luviery]

YOU CALL HIM AS YOUR HUSBAND

summary: you call him as your husband when you are still dating. pairing: Jason Todd x reader tags and warnings: talks of marriage, haven't written for Jason in a while so here it is! Maybe OOC, also cooking and food mentioned, art by @/ciricearts wc: 1.1k Jason Todd mlist

It's a quiet afternoon as you sit on the marble counter, legs swinging side to side while Jason slices some tomatoes next to you. Golden streaks of sun seep in through the window, casting circles of yellow across the linoleum flooring and wooden shelves stacked with cutlery.

You had been explaining to him the plot of a 90s TV show you had stumbled upon while browsing during the late hours of the night.

"So the female lead, she decides to go to his house — ugh, I keep forgetting his name "

"Jerry." Jason murmurs, eyes focused on the bowl of ingredients in front of him. Regardless of what work Jason was doing, he always listened to you when you spoke. It almost felt like it was his duty to catalogue every word that left your lips. And he performed that duty to the best of his abilities. It did not matter if he was in the middle of a mission or doing the mundane tasks of living  — Jason listened.

Always listened.

"Ahh yes, Jerry, " you repeat, looking up at him with a slight smile that curves into a scowl as you gather your thoughts about the plot. "now Gabriela should dump Jerry's ass, right?"

"Yes," Jason affirms as he takes in your face, painted with annoyance.

Cute.

"But instead she begs him, like what the actual fuck ? Why do these directors even —" the vibration of your phone against the counter cuts your rant short, a wide smile replacing the frown on your face.

"It's Zara."

A few minutes into the conversation, Jason can see you hunched over, giggling about something that your best friend told you over the phone. Meanwhile, Jason had finished making the paste and, almost as a reflex, scooped a spoonful of the paste and brought it to your mouth.

His hand is under the spoon, making sure the red doesn't fall on any of your clothes. He had already made sure it was not too hot by blowing over it multiple times. You open your mouth as the stainless steel presses against your tongue, coating it with red. Jason looks at you, eyes wide with hope and lips pressed into a line.

You hum, squeezing your eyes before kissing your fingertips and moving them away towards him with a spread of your fingers accompanied by a dramatic flair.

Chef's kiss.

Jason huffs out a laugh, shaking his head as he starts prepping the pan on the stove. The sudden sound of sizzling onions next to you has Zara asking whether you were at some street food corner.

"No, It's just my husband —"

You wished he hadn't listened to the slip of your tongue over the sound of his cooking but Jason always listens and you knew he had heard when you saw his entire body going still.

His back is turned away from you, broad back covered in black cotton with a spatula in hand as it remained stuck in the air, just a touch from the pan. You don't do any better as you get off the counter and scamper into your shared bedroom, all the while Zara is giggling in your ears.

It was not that Jason did not want to be your husband.

No, it would really be his honor.

But Jason Todd was not completely beyond his insecurities.

Why would anyone want to be with him for a lifetime out of their own will?

You were not one of his siblings who were obligated to be with him as a reason of familial relationship, nor were you part of his team of outlaws who possessed a shared goal.

You had been someone he had fallen in love with at the bookstore.

Was he even worth everything?

"Jason."

He turns at the soft whisper of his name. There you were, standing with your hands rubbing against each other as those angelic eyes of yours refused to meet his. You had cut the call short once the panic had morphed into fear. Zara had understood and reassured you, but your heart wanted the answer from only one person.

"I-I'm sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable, " you murmur, eyes blinking rapidly at the tears forming along your waterline. Both of you had only been dating for a year now but it would be a lie if you never thought about the prospect of marriage with Jason.

They say you know the one when you meet them.

He was the one for you.

But you never voiced it. It had been a slip of the tongue, something you wish you could take back if it had made him even a tiny bit uncomfortable.

"No angel," He takes your hands, rubbing smooth circles onto your skin over the back of your palm. "I-You want to spend the rest of your life with me?"

Jason almost doesn't let the words slip out from him, throat dry like all the moisture had been sucked. His green eyes gleam like those of the vast forests under the soft golden light of the sun. They murmur to you of peace, of love, of eternity.

"I would gladly spend every minute with you Jason. Every waking moment with you," you vowed as you peer at him, "and every non-waking moment too in my dreams." Jason chuckles, a faint glow surrounding him like love emanating from the previously filled crevices of nervousness.

Jason envelopes you, the softness of your cheek pressed against his beating heart. His chin is on the top of your head as you see the slight movement of his Adam's apple, almost like he was trying not to cry.

For the first time, someone who had no moral duty to Jason wanted to stay with him forever.

For eternity.

All because you loved him for him.

He presses a small kiss against the top of your head, gently pulling you even more closer, like two puzzle pieces that fit perfectly.

"I will gladly spend a lifetime with you too, my love"

Jason could feel the curve of your smile, tracing against his black t-shirt. The both of you stay wrapped in each other's presence like a warm blanket accompanied by the smell of something burning — burning?

"Jason, I think something is burning, " you say, trying to peek through the gaps of his muscled arms, but to no avail. He only lets out a contented sigh, still blissfully bathing in your warmth. You pinch his skin, a sharp yelp resounding from his mouth.

" SOMETHING IS BURNING."

Finally, Jason lets you go as you both turn towards the source of the smell. The once sizzling onions were now burnt to a crisp.

"Fuck"

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[luviery]

OOHHH I love ur new theme!

Thank you sooo muchhh 🫵💗🫵