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[literaila]

perishable hours 

tasm!peter x reader 

summary: peter reminds you how important sleeping is. and then proceeds to keep you awake. 

warnings: fluff, insomnia, half-asleep drabbles. 

a/n: and in this i attempt to write fluff without writing fluff 

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[carpecaelo]

"forced" cuddles || Jason Todd x Reader

word count: 828

warning/s: fluff, cursing, slightly occ Jason.

a/n: A little something something cause I've been a bit inactive lately. I'm so sorry btw I got back into playing Genshin hnggg. But rest assured I am working and A Miscommunication, it's just taking a bit longer than expected.

"It's late," Jason's voice rumbled from behind you, with his chest almost resting on your back as you typed away relentlessly on your laptop.

"I'm aware," you answered monotonously, eyes flicking back and forth on the screen as you continued to type.

"You should get to bed," he pushed, moving to rest his chin on your shoulder, his hands finding their way to your waist.

"I'm trying to finish something," you wiggled slightly in his hold, getting comfortable cause you knew he wasn't leaving anytime soon.

You were right of course, this was proven when he snuggled into you, with his breath fanning on your neck as he whispered.

"Finish it tomorrow," all the while his fingers had slipped under your shirt, and he began to gently rub at your skin.

"You're being very hypocritical right now," you sighed, still typing away with one hand, while the other went to the bandages wrapped on his left arm. Tracing the cloth gently, your eyes glanced at the clock on your screen for a second, just to check if it was time to change them.

Thankfully it wasn't.

"You are too," he chuckled, remembering the talking to you gave him when you wrapped his arm.

"Let's just get to bed," he continued, the pads of his thumbs rubbing small circles on your bare hips.

He inched a bit closer to your ear. "Please," he whispered, moving to kiss your cheek. Once, then twice, then thrice, just until you were trying to rip him off of you.

"Jason, fucking, stop," you tried pull away from him, pushing your laptop away so it wouldn't get caught in the crossfire.

"No," he said pointedly in between his assault, that only became sloppier the more you struggled.

After a few more seconds of torture, you finally relented. With your ass literally at the edge of your seat you went limp in his hold.

"Fine," you groaned, and he had the nerve to fist-pump.

"But I'm getting up at 5."

"Keep telling yourself that babe," he chuckled, manoeuvring you out of your chair and shifting you completely in his arms with ease. You were used to it at this point of your relationship, he could pick you up like a ragdoll. All you could do was loop your arms around his neck for comfort.

"Could you at least-"

"Already on it," he grinned down at you, shifting your weight on his good arm as he reached out to save your files and shut down your laptop. He then closed it shut with a flourish for good measure.

"Let's get to bed shall we," he gave you a grin, adjusting you in his arms before he spun around and began his trek to the bedroom, stopping twice to let you switch off the foyer lights and all.

Arriving in the room in no time flat, he opened up the covers with one hand before slowly placing you on the bed. He gave you a little kiss on the forehead before he walked around to his side. He switched off the lamps before he got under the covers and opened his arms slightly for you.

His eyes were already closed, and he made small grabbing motions with his hands.

You rolled your eyes at this, yet you couldn't help but smile at how adorable he was being.

"You know," you began, inching your way into his arms till you could lay your head and palm on his chest, and look up at him with teasing eyes.

"You could've just told me you wanted to cuddle."

He huffed playfully at your words, wrapping his arms around you nonetheless.

"I didn't want to cuddle," he said as a matter of fact, sticking his nose up in the air.

"You cuddled me, I'm just reciprocating."

You look at him, completely unimpressed.

"Okay, I'm moving to the couch," you pulled away from him, not seeing how his expression dropped as he tried to reach out for you.

"Hey, hey, hey," he yelped, finally reaching you and pulling you back onto him. You were now completely flushed against his chest, with his arms caging you completely and his legs tangling with yours. Making it nearly impossible for you to pull away again.

"I have a reputation to uphold, baby," he looked down at you, with a small pout that he would deny if you ever pointed it out.

"Work with me here."

You rolled your eyes again, fingers beginning to draw circles on his chest.

"Does that reputation hinge on the fact that you don't ask for cuddles?" You quirked a brow.

"Well, if you put it like that," he looked off into the distance, pretending to contemplate your words.

"You're impossible," you groaned, practically slamming your forehead against his chest.

"You love me though," he laughed, leaning down to kiss your hair, arms tightening around even more, if that was even possible. And you just couldn't help but lean into him.

"Unfortunately."

[jvsons]

Hey there! I’m not sure if you still do requests but to be sure may I have hcs dating Jason Todd?

DATING JASON TODD HCS

MASTERLIST

QUICK AN • thank you so much for requesting! I’ve been under the weather as of lately and it’s really impacted my willingness to write, but this was something quick and easy for me to do. I’m still transitioning back into writing so I apologize if this seems kind of off! (I know hcs are usually shorter but who cares)

- Dating Jason Todd would start off rocky, as your counterpart hasn’t had much of an experience with relationships before you. Jason would often be gone in the late hours of the night, returning bruised and awfully silent at his return come the rising rays of dawn. Concern of this would spark frequent arguments and accusations, and it will take a lot of him storming off with no warning before you work things out.

- I personally believe that Jason would drop small hints/facts regarding his past before he decides to open up completely. When he did, it wasn’t the prettiest scene, as no matter how many times he rehearsed what he wanted to say, it all came out in a messy ramble when the time came.

- Although Jason is expressed to be quite emotional, he also has his fair share of quiet episodes. In these times you could expect to see him either A) reading a book with an expression that can and will ward you off, or, B) laid flat out on your chest as you pick out a show to settle down and watch. Whatever it may be, it’s best to silently offer your support during these times.

- Fully expect Jason to talk your ear off about books and extremely random author controversy that you’ve never even heard of before. He’s very passionate about literature, and will sit and read to or with you any time. Books also tend to be his favorite gifts, which when given may come with a few tears and a lung crushing hug.

- Jason isn’t a big fancy dates guy, and would rather spend his nights on the couch with a bag of popcorn than dressed up and sweaty.

- You’d never hear him admit it, but one of Jason’s favorite things about you is your willingness to see and interact with his scars. It took a lot of courage for him to even take his shirt off when he went to sleep, which he still tends to do a lot, so every word of encouragement is greatly consoling to him. After he grew comfortable enough, some nights would simply be spent with you blindly tracing his scars, while he cards his hands through your hair, mustering half lidded conversations before you both fall asleep.

- Jason is a master chef, and nobody is changing my mind about that. Any meal you could think of, he would make you without second thought. Some “date” nights are spent trying out new recipes, which usually ends up with flour being thrown across the kitchen, and the food coming out horribly wrong.

- When he’s in the mood to go out, Jason is a huge fan of sitting on rooftops/ and or isolated places and watching the sky. If he’s really feeling it, he’ll drag you out to a random rooftop in Gotham and lay out a few blankets, where you’ll sit and talk whilst watching the stars.

- Jason isn’t a fan of PDA in public, or even going out in the first place, but he definitely makes up for that in his domestic share of life. Most of the time he’ll be more than willing to dish out hugs and kisses, as that is his casual love language. When you sleep, he tends to end up draping an arm or a leg (or both) over your side.

- Jason is a very observant partner. He always notes what makes your face scrunch up, and makes sure to snag whatever you were looking at for a bit too long in the store when you turned your back. He’ll always remember your favorite kind of flowers for special occasions, and often refills on things you’ve been needing before you asked.

- While on patrol, Jason often takes pictures and records dumb conversations street thugs have to show you when he gets home. He also tends to save things that remind him of you, and will sometimes grab a small gift before he returns.

[minhyeong]

NCT DREAM + SIMPLE ACTS OF LOVE ! 

[ mark ]

mindlessly drums his fingers on your thighs 

is able to make you draw eight cards during UNO but doesn’t have the heart to do it, so he pretends he doesn’t have any card to put down and draws a card instead

wakes up early to make your favorite tea or coffee just the way you like it

traps you in his embrace on lazy mornings and refuses to let you get up

lets you pick the movie for movie nights

calls you first whenever he gets good news

listens to all your favorite songs because he wants to know everything about you

lovingly stares at you whenever you’re talking and becomes a blushing mess when you turn toward him

[ renjun ] 

blow dries and brushes your hair so gently that you always feel sleepy

takes early morning walks with you to chase the sunrise 

sits in comfortable silence with you and sometimes just bumps his feet against yours to get your attention

wants to accompany you to events whenever possible even if he’s not interested in them 

makes a cake from scratch for your birthday and spends all night trying to perfect it

always reminds you to bring an umbrella and jacket when it’s going to rain

writes you love letters because text messages are not the same

personally grows flowers for you instead of getting you bouquets because bouquets don’t last long enough

[ jeno ] 

insists on carrying all the groceries even if you offer to help and gives you his hand to hold instead

folds laundry with you 

is determined to finish every last crumb of the food you make for him even if he’s already full

slows down while biking just so you can catch up

pulls you closer by the hips or the belt loops of your pants

steals one of your baby photos and keeps it in his wallet

lets you lean on him when you’re having a bad day and rubs your back until you feel at ease again 

plants a quick kiss on the top of your head when you’re busy working at the desk

[ haechan ] 

gives all the goodbye kisses and neither of you can quite let go even if someone will be late

cradles your face in his palms when you’re cold

gives you the last cookie in the package 

takes silly selfies on your phone when you’re not looking and changes your wallpaper to a photo of him 

washes the dishes so you can rest

randomly compliments you and professes his love throughout the day 

never lets you go to sleep mad after an argument and will apologize first

lays his head on your lap when you’re watching a show and asks you about the plot 

[ jaemin ] 

tenderly puts bandaids on your injuries and then kisses it to make it better

buys matching plushies and gives you the other half

holds your wrist and traces all the lines and dips of your hand during conversations

gives you space and time alone whenever you need it but always makes sure you know he’s available 

sends you good morning and night text messages

winks at you from across the room just because 

tells you he can’t wait to grow old and wrinkly together

drowsily smiles as he maps out your features when you’re asleep next to him

[ chenle ] 

lets you hog all the blankets at night and sleeps in fetal position with his head buried in the crook of your neck

slow dances with you in the kitchen that ends up in giggle fits

will spend his entire bank account on the claw machines just to win you something

tells his friends and family about you as if you hung all the stars in the sky

takes you on spontaneous trips in the middle of the night to get ice cream 

knows your cafe order by heart

offers to fight anyone who messes with you 

holds his jacket above your head when it’s raining and no one remembered to bring an umbrella

[ jisung ]

excitedly tells you about a dream he had of you last night

surprises you by tickling your waist from behind and it becomes a tickle fight

brushes his teeth with you and continuously bumps into you playfully

tightly holds your hand in crowds so he won’t lose you

asks if there’s anything you want whenever he’s going out to buy something

visits animal shelters with you and talks about adopting a pet together

finds time to spend even twenty minutes with you when he’s busy because he truly, truly misses you

randomly hooks your ankles together under the table

[scanndan]

(Note: Store-bought donuts are too sweet for Damian, so Jason made donuts for him. The other donuts are store-bought.)

Bonus:

[lebrookestore-deactivated202412]

supporting characters; l.jn

Pairing: Lee Jeno x female reader

Themes: actor! au, celebrity! au, hollywood! au, best friends to lovers, angst, love triangle but not really?? fluff, SLOWBURN

Warnings: swearing, food (waffles galore), heavy angst, sex jokes and sexual innuendos, vandalizing, PG 15

Wc: 22k

[moodboard] [playlist i was given]

Summary: Landing the role that could kickstart your career, you stay side by side with your best friend, Lee Jeno who plays the lead. The problem? You’re just a supporting character

Taglist: @danishmiilk @channoticedmeuwu @chicksung @1-800-seo @blueprint-han @jenosslut @cupidluvstarrz @kkakkdugi @prettyjaems​ @sweetlyjaem @wonciel-main @leetaeyonglover @kunrengui @unknown5tar @kisshim @intokook @mrkcore @coco-riki @bigbrainenergytingz @dearyongs @keemburley @oifelixcmerebrou @adoreateez @kariskwn @radiorenjun​

Featuring: @byutafy​

For the nct dream vibe collab created by @/glossyjaems and hosted by @give-seconds

Authors Note: ahh i finally finished this one! It’s a doozy that’s for sure, but I had a lot of fun writing it, and I hope you have fun reading it! Thanks to @jisungiest​ for beta reading this monster and bearing with my complaining and ranting. This fic is dedicated to @dearyongs​ and @rouiyan​<33 as always, feedback is very much appreciated!!

“He’s so amazing! Honestly Aria, I can’t believe he even took the time to look at me”, she said, sighing happily and resting her chin on the palm of her hand. Her eyes held a wistful glint as she spoke of the boy that infiltrated her every thought.

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[moonlightjeno-recs]

i have not felt this strongly about a piece in a while and shit i loved this. multiple times did i scream or just stop. stand up and pace around my room in reaction to moments in the story. the mc is lovely and very relatable, and yet at no point are any of the characters annoying on the contrary they're all wonderful. u are able to see everyone perspective making you sympathize with all characters.

the fluff on this was beautiful and the angst was painfully accurate. but my favorite thing was how the friendship was written. its rare to find best friends written in the way that you actually know the characters are best friends through their actions and not just because its told to you. overall i love love loved this piece if anyone is in a reading slump or just wants some feel good romcom reading i highly rec

[prettylittlebrownskingyal-deact]

𝐫𝐮𝐧 𝟐 𝐮 💐💖

𝗷𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗼𝗱𝗱 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 || 𝗸𝗼𝗳𝗶

It’s cool out.

The breeze is slow like trickles of honey sliding down the side of the bottle, the air itself is crisp with the flourish of blooming greenery and flora. It’s nice.

“Hi,” he says. “Fancy seeing you in this part of the neighborhood.”

“Hi,” he says. “Fancy seeing you in this part of the neighborhood.”

“Hi,” he says. “Fancy seeing you in this part of the neighborhood.”

“Ah, are you following me?”

“No way. I was just on my way home, see.” He ducks his head, bashful. “But if you’re feeling paranoid, I don’t mind walking you home.”

You can’t help but match his smile. “Well, if you’re offering.”

The thing about love, as you’ve come to learn, is that it doesn’t disrupt your peace when it’s true and pure. Jason walks alongside you, a practical skip in his step, and though you can feel the happiness rolling off him in giddy waves, he doesn’t push for conversation. You’re embedded in your quiet birdsong-people, spring time ruminations as he lingers near you, all warm comfort and solid promises.

“Any plans for tonight?”

He laughs, a little startled. “Nothing out of the ordinary. How about you?”

With a put upon sigh and a sweet pout you turn to him. “I was just thinking about my boyfriend— who’s the sweetest and hottest boy I’ve ever met, you know— and I was hoping he’d telepathically understand that I want him to buy me dinner and romance me a little.”

“Telepathically?”

“Yeah, because I feel like he knows me well enough to get it. He’s the sweetest, smartest guy.”

“You forgot hottest,” he interjects, matter of factly.

“But honestly,” you make sure and look at him here, doe-eyed and innocent, “honestly I think he’s got nothing out of the ordinary planned.”

The familiar slope of your building looms nearer. Jason’s confused silence brews as the distance lessens and you bite back the giggle that threatens to spill out.

“You know, sometimes I can never tell when you’re joking and it scares me,” he says, lowly. All the chipper posturing slips away for a moment, the joke ceases and you're left with the Jason that sees your soul bared every morning when the world is too quiet. The Jason who knows your vulnerabilities like the back of his hand.

And then, soft and smiley again, “This is your stop, right?”

“Yes, sir.”

You’re on the brink of teasing him again, the wit burning on the tip of your tongue, only to be chased away by the grip of his hands at your waist. The sudden closeness of his body to yours, the proximity of his lips to your temple, it’s such a familiar dance that you lean into without question.

“Heard from a friend that you’d like to do me the honor of going on a date with me tonight.”

“You’re a weird kid, do you know that?”

“You tell me everyday, pretty bird.”

You huff, unamused. “For the record, darling boyfriend, I was joking.”

He laughs again. A shiver floats up your spine with the rasp of it. You want him to kiss you here on the open streets for all your neighbors to see.

“C’mon, it’s not like we have plans.”

“You just think it’ll get you laid.”

“Yes.”

You poke at his cheeks, finally allowing yourself to tinkle with laughter like a kid with a crush. “Let’s get the laundry done and I’ll think about it.”

He sighs, leading you to the door with one hand, the other pulling his keycard out of his pocket. “Deal but we should order takeout because I’m way too tired to feed you right now.”

“Wow, hottest boyfriend ever.”

[dommiu]

not so secret

pairing: secret bf!jeno x reader, highschool au

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Chemistry class. the worst and most unnecessary class you've ever encountered, had to be the one class you share with your boyfriend Jeno. on the bright side though, the teacher is pretty old and musty, so he only cares about getting the job done, indeed, an unbothered king you must say. so, you text your boyfriend a simple, "chem class is making me nauseous." as soon as he gets the notification, his head shoots up, making eye contact with smiley eyes.

*ping*

"i know bubs, but at least u get decent scores. my last score was a fucking 64."

"thats so good wdym"

*ping*

"says the person thats whining about a 98."

Ugh. You look up at him with frustration only to see his cresent-shaped eyes looking back at you with utmost admiration. your heart melts. no. NO. you're supposed to be annoyed at him. but who can be mad at a tiny fluffball like him?

"WHO TF R U TEXTING BITCH"

donghyuck, your best friend, whispers (read: SHOUTS) from beside you.

"wtf hyuck. u almost broke my eardrums, AND got me killed"

"don't worry he doesn't give a fuck. ANYWAYS tell meeeeeeeee."

"no one."

"plea-"

"NO HYUCK."

donghyuck grunts and turns away with the same look he gave you last week, when you stole his leftover samgyeopsal. his looks could kill.

*ping*

"is hyuck being nosy again"

"is that even a question"

jeno looks up at you again. this time, he's tired of hyuck's tactics. then he suddenly looks down at his darkscreen.

*ping*

"i miss u"

"wdym im right here. sitting two people away from ur ass."

"just say it"

"miss u too"

you roll your eyes at his stubborn text.

*ping*

"i love u <3"

you look up, and you become soft. his eyes glistening with the brightest smile on his face. you flash him a smile too.

"y/l/n, no texting in class."

you avert your eyes to find the one and only chemistry teacher who, according to hyuck, "doesn't give a fuck". shit. you take a breath.

"im terribly sorry sir"

"I don't need an apology, y/n. However, as your punishment, you will read out that text." the class bursted out in ooh's and ahh's. you look at jeno with wide eyes, you didn't expect your relationship to ever be released to other students.

"Well?"

you sigh in defeat. "it says i love you, sir."

great. now everyone's whispering.

"and by whom was it sent?"

now you're fucked.

"lee jeno, sir."

the whole class starts hollering and cheering for you two.

"very well. now, now everyone, the homework will be page 127. class dismissed." as your teacher walked out, he gave you a knowing look and smiled.

maybe chemistry wasn't the worst subject after all.

[najaemism]

PAIRING. mark lee x fem!reader

CATEGORY. social media au, angst, fluff, slight crack?, humor

WARNINGS. swearing

SUMMARY. in which your ex-boyfriend comes back to your hometown—and he wants to talk to you.

AUTHOR’S NOTE. this is the continuation of this smau! ignore timestamps unless stated otherwise!

STATUS. completed!

PLAYLIST. i. ‘tis the damn season - taylor swift, ii. come back…be here - taylor swift, iii. that’s when - taylor swift ft. keith urban, iv. the very first night - taylor swift, v. last kiss - taylor swift, vi. the last time - taylor swift ft. gary lightbody, vii. the 1 - taylor swift, viii. afterglow - taylor swift, ix. mr. perfectly fine - taylor swift, x. i wish you would - taylor swift.

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5

part 6 part 7 part 8 part 9 part 10

part 11 part 12 part 13 part 14 part 15

part 16 part 17.1 part 17.2 part 17.3

part 18 part 19 part 20

TAGLIST. @radiorenjun @bluejaem @pink-but-rosie @renjun-pretty @holdinbacksecrets @rynshyuckies @jelllyjae @jenyongcas @whyisquill @beemarkie @morkxlee @hibuki-chan @keijikunn @emvrd @boiolay @bbnana @moonwalkun @lyyhyuck @baekhyunstruly @minahoeshi @grassbutneo @bearseulgs @markzitos @mocheesekimbap @strang-ersclub @haechans-sunflower @geeisaclown @leagreenly @kyeohaz @ukiyoneo @morkleetrash @wordholic @lilacdreams-00 @jaeminslut @luvenshiti @le-chenle @cwsana @keemburley @lokideadontheinside @resceluwu @notting-new @junglewoos @dandelionxgal @todomaniac @drvrslcense @ridinhyuck @gyujunhans @najaeminluvbot @renjunn1es @diestheticu @daegalfangirl

[moonlightjeno-recs]

ever be stuck in a plane for an ungodly amount of time bc its so cold the gates break? no? well if u do pls read this cute af and super well made smau. this made time pass sm faster and had me laughing and screenshotting shit.

[coffee-latte-sprite]

I'll Call You Back

Masterlist

Buy Me a Coffee

Robin!Jason Todd x gn!reader

WC: 500

Warnings: Angst

Synopsis:

You leave your boyfriend a voicemail.

“Hi, this is Jason Todd, I am not available to take your call right now, so . . . leave a message and I’ll call you back. Thanks, bye.”

"Hi Jay, I was really busy today. Mrs. Scholish is really packing on the chem homework. I hope I can talk to you soon to go over it. Miss you and hope you’re doing okay. Okay, bye. Love you."

“Hi, this is Jason Todd, I am not available to take your call right now, so . . . leave a message and I’ll call you back. Thanks, bye.”

"Hi Jay, I visited Star City the other day. I drove through the night and couldn’t help but listen to your favorite song. I love you, but babe, it still sounds like the singer is on helium. I can’t get past it. Anyway, I hope you’re doing okay. I love and miss you."

“Hi, this is Jason Todd, I am not available to take your call right now, so . . . leave a message and I’ll call you back. Thanks, bye.”

"I went to Bat Burger and it didn’t feel the same without you. I ordered our usuals, but then I realized that you weren’t there, so I offered it to Dick. He complained about the number of calories, but he ate it nevertheless. Also, guess what? I got an A on the chemistry quiz! I looked through your old notes--please work on your handwriting babe--and they helped! So, thank you for that. I got to go, but I love you and miss you."

“Hi, this is Jason Todd, I am not available to take your call right now, so . . . leave a message and I’ll call you back. Thanks, bye.”

"Jay? Please call me back, please I miss you. I can’t live without you. Please, come back."

“Hi, this is Jason Todd, I am not available to take your call right now, so . . . leave a message and I’ll call you back. Thanks, bye.”

"Jay, I miss you so much. It hurts. I found your old journal, and you sap! I love you so much. Please come back to me."

You say quietly as you hung up the phone. Jason’s journal was still in your hold as your grip tightened around the spine.

You wiped away your tears as you went to call him back, as you felt bad that you didn't tell him more. You then dialed his number again.

“Sorry, but the number you called has a voicemail that is full. Goodbye.”

You felt your heart give a hard thud in your chest as the line clicked off.

“No, no, no, no!” You said as you dialed his number again. Worry crawled up your spine as the world began to spin.

“Sorry, but the number you-”

“NO!” You screamed as you start to hyperventilate. You knew this day would come, but you didn’t think it would be this soon.

You dial his number over and over again as tears blur your vision, but the same automatic voice answered your calls.

You cry as you grip your phone harder. This sad and unending pain was not foreign to you as have been feeling it for a month.

But, the pain of never hearing his voice again, cut you deeper than you ever could have imagined.

You dial his number one more time, as the same automatic voice echos its original message.

“Jay, please come back.” you cry as your knees fell into the mud as your hand rubs the top of Jason’s grave.

“Please come back."

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Taglist: @masset-fotia @royalmuffinsworld @harukav

[jvsons2]

If there’s one thing Jason Todd loves to do in his free time, it’s reading. He’ll accept anything to do with literature in the first place, but what really has him relaxing at the end of the day is his favorite book.

A small section of Jason’s bedroom (and maybe yours) is used as a reading space. The space is decently bland, only a small part of floor adorned with an unnecessary stack of blankets and a small bookshelf. Even though Jason never says it, his little reading corner is his favorite part of the house. You could rely on finding him there most of his free hours, draped in blankets and leaning against the wall for support. Sometimes, he’ll just lay on the floor and hold the book above him with one hand while the other rests behind his head.

One thing Jason Todd will express about his whole love-of-reading situation is that he loves your company, even if you’re just sitting with him and doing your own thing. However, he’s always overjoyed to share his space with you if the question of what he’s up to comes around, balancing a book he just knows you’ll love in between your raised knees. If you’re not big on reading, he’ll appreciate every second you choose to stay while he listens to how your day went, making sure to balance your conversation with each new page. Hell, he thinks of slipping a ring around your finger every time you plop down next to him with a cup of coffee and a smile on your face.

[a-sour-nectarine]

A babysitter's guide to the bats: by Jason Todd

If, for any reason, I am not in Gotham, here's what you will need to know to keep the local bat population from killing themselves off.

Tim has to be fed and watered daily.

Do not leave Cass alone for more than 36 hours, you might find half the world's governments systematically dispatched if you do.

Damian needs to be hugged at least once every two days. He will not ask for these hugs, but Robin starts getting real close to murder if he doesn't get affection, and a murdery Robin is something Bruce and Tim cannot deal with right now.

Bruce can hypothetically take care of himself, but won't unless it's easy. Make sure the cave is stocked up on energy bars and protein shakes. He likes dark chocolate best.

Do not let Dick forget to sleep. He gets acrobat-y when tired, and if he breaks one more chandelier Alfred might actually quit.

Cass forgets to eat real food sometimes. She can no longer survive off tree bark, but will try anyway. Leave some blackberries outside her room or on the bench below the maple tree in the back and she will eat those instead.

Make sure Steph spends time with Alfred. They both get lonely without their bi-weekly tea and gossip hour.

DO NOT LET DUKE RUN MISSIONS. HE FORGETS THAT THE REST OF THE TEAM IS MORTAL.

Keep an eye on Babs, she has the means to dismantle every intelligence agency in the U.S. and is very close to finding a motive.

Sometimes Bruce and Tim forget that they run a company. Makes sure they read their emails every once in a while, the board is ruthless and can smell weakness.

Tim is allergic to walnuts. He doesn't remember this. There is an EpiPen in the hall closet.

The no-metas-in-Gotham rule does not extend to Diana Prince. Don't let anyone convince you otherwise. You couldn't actually get rid of her if you tried. There is no Wonder Woman contingency plan. Don't look for it.

Titus has to be fed while Damian is at school.

Always make sure Red Robin has his third backup rebreather. He's recently decided he has a deathwish.

Batcow is NOT allowed in the manor. If Damian tries to convince you she is, he is lying.

[unmotivatedwrit3r]

Bad Days

Jason Todd x reader blurb

(A/N): Happy birthday Jason! This has nothing whatsoever to do with birthdays at all but I like it and I wanted to post something Jason for his birthday so I hope you enjoy!

This is heavily inspired by this blurb collection by @prettylittlebrownskingyal

warnings: reader is upset? if that counts

wordcount: ~850

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Jason came up behind you at the end of your social psych lecture, only fifteen minutes left until 1o’clock and an hour of freedom before another class. He’d been sleeping most of the time until then after coming in around four am after a rough patrol and a subsequent shower and bandaging of a cut on his bicep. You were half asleep both before that and for much of that period of time, and as soon as he got into bed and pulled you close, you were back out like a light.

You were listening to your professor narrating the meaning of graphs up on the screen when he came up behind you, his arms sneaking around your shoulders and his head resting on yours after he pressed a quick kiss to your temple.

“Hey beautiful. You doing okay?”

You jumped a little when his arms wound around you -you didn’t hear him approach- but you couldn’t lie to him outright, so you shrugged. It was as good as a no, and you knew that he knew that. If you were doing okay, you would have said something, but there’s something about saying no that seems too difficult to do unless you’re drowning and you can’t find your way back. The haze that had been following you around for the past few hours was not that, not yet at least. It was just a cloud above your head, words telling you that you’re not good enough for him, not smart enough, not attractive enough. Jason lifted your chin so he could see your face, his own positioned to your right, above your eye line.

“Hey, what’s up?”

You shrugged, pulling your head back down and picking up your pen to continue writing notes.

“Jason, I’m in class.” It was a dismissal and a deflection and he knew it, but he took his remaining arm off your shoulder and headed towards the kitchen nonetheless.

“Okay, but I’ll be back.”

After your class ended, you closed your notebook and put your pen back in the holder that was sitting on the table. You didn’t go look for him, though. He’d come in when he wanted to, when you weren’t expecting him to. Instead, you opened the YouTube tab on your laptop and pressed play on the video you were watching before class. You considered reading, but you really liked the book you had and between the fog clouding your head and the part of your brain still waiting for Jason, you wouldn’t be able to focus on what you were reading, much less appreciate and remember it.

He came back when you didn’t expect it, arms winding around your shoulders, but head on the left this time, the same phrase falling from his lips, though you could smell coffee on him now. “Hey beautiful. You doing okay?” You shrugged again, and he let go of you quickly this time to instead kneel by the side of the chair, and tugged your body to the left to face him. You complied to his nonverbal request. You weren’t hiding, not really, just feeling inadequate.

“Hey, talk to me. I know you’re not okay, so what’s going on?” You felt your face crumble, not enough for tears, but enough that you saw his own facial features changing, his eyebrows crunching together and his lips tilting down in a frown. He pulled you down towards him and you went without resistance, sitting now on the floor, your head on his chest, breathing uneven but face dry.

“I’m not good enough for you. Why are you with me? You could do so much better.” And then the tears came, just a few, enough to dot the dark grey shirt he was wearing. His arms wound around you tightly, and the love you felt from him as he squeezed you just made you cry harder.

“I don’t want anyone else. And if there’s someone who doesn’t deserve the other in this relationship, it’s me who doesn’t deserve you.” One of his hands came up to card through your hair. “And I know that nothing I say will make you feel any different, so I’m just going to have to show you.”

With that, he picked you up, your legs immediately going to warp around his waist as he walked through the house. Your guess that he was heading to the living room was proven right as he sat down on the couch, burying his nose into the spot where your head meets your neck. “You’ve got an hour and a half before the next class right?” You nodded, your head still on his shoulder. “Well, we’re going to sit here until you have to go then, and you can pick one of two. Either I’ll spend the entire time telling you things that I love about you, or we can watch your favorite show and complain about the stupid decisions that the characters make every episode.”

You laughed at that, tears winding down into sniffles, and pulled back, rolling off of him and onto the couch.

“Let’s watch something.”

You curled your legs under you, rested your cheek against his shoulder, and felt his arm drape across yours. You weren’t feeling perfect yet, but then again, maybe neither of you ever were.

[jvsons]

ty for the last fic :) would you be able to do a fluffy jason/reader fanfic based off of the prompt “I didn’t know who else to call” ? preferably a silly/stupid kind of fic. gender neutral reader pls! and thank u ❤️

LATE NIGHT SAVIOR

Jason Todd x gn! reader

•MASTERLIST

•Warnings | slight mentions of ptsd

•Category | fluff, very slight angst

•Summary |

“Jason.” You paused, pinching a finger almost painfully at the bridge of your nose.

“I am literally 2 minutes away. I’ll be right there.”

•An | Thank you so much for the requests!! I’ve had so much fun writing them, and I kinda turned this into a Jason not knowing how to reach out situation (the prompt is still there though).

The lights were dim, soft in the assistance they provided in rousing you from sleep. Slowly rising from the sheets, you ran a hand aggressively over your eyes while the other fumbled to find the disturbance. Upon seeing the caller id, you sat up fully and picked up, checking the time to confirm your suspicions.

It was late, again.

“Hey, Jason.”

The bathroom sink was your next destination. Turning the cold water on and raising a steady stream, you leaned on the counter and waited.

“It’s late.”

“It’s alright.” You splashed a careful puddle of water over your face. “What’s up?”

Silence again. Your eyes creased at his hesitation to speak, to the point where you were tapping your skin lightly. The swoosh of the clothes in your closet almost took over the next time he spoke, forcing you to lean forward and hold them still.

“I didn’t know who else to call.”

The strain in his voice pulled at your heart, encouraging you to pick out a sweatshirt faster.

“I’m sorry, you should sleep-“

“Jason.” You paused, pinching a finger almost painfully at the bridge of your nose. “I’m literally two minutes away. I’ll be right there.”

A conflicted hum was the last thing you heard before hanging up. You wasted no time in rushing down your apartment complex, running out to the street and immediately taking a left. Instead of focusing on the harsh rain and the fact that you had no umbrella, you counted. Three hundred and eighty five footsteps had you rapping Jason’s door with a special knock.

Your adrenaline really kicked in when you saw him.

Instead of asking questions, you silently took his hands and led him to his bed. His blankets were messily put in place as he was practically shoved under the covers.

“I’m gonna dry my hair, you want water?”

A small nod set you off to the kitchen, pouring a glass of water while a towel attacked your hair. You returned with a flicker of a smile and changed in one of his shirts, quietly setting the water down.

“Alright,” you nudged Jason’s arm, unable to fight the rising smile on your face at the look he gave you. “Make room.”

Settling onto a pillow, you silently beckoned for Jason as you held the sheets up. He wasted no time in sliding up to your chest, resting his head on the flat of your shoulder while his hands wrapped around your sides. You took the time he was adjusting to get a closer look at his face, frowning at the eyebags visible even in the dark and the unkept state of his hair.

“Is everything alright, love?” Your voice was just above a whisper, joining gentle with the hands that worked slow circles on his face.

“He was just..” You shifted your movements so he could open his eyes. “Really loud tonight.”

“Oh, Jason..”

Your heart had dropped to what seemed like the bottom of your chest, held on only by the tissues that clung to it. He exhaled and brought one of his hands to your chest, welcoming your willingness to take and envelope it in your own.

“I’m sorry that you have to deal with this.”

Your eyes met his for a second, catching that familiar glaze and the speed they diverted. Before he could say anything else, you tilted his head up, glinting a sad smile in the dark that rendered ghostly.

“I’d rather ‘deal’ with you than do anything else, I promise.”

You grinned upon catching the faintest glimpse of an eye roll from below. Upon meeting his eyes now simmered blue, your face dipped to his lips, catching them in a sweet kiss that left his body melting under yours. All of the tense spots you shifted to work around earlier were relieved, most prominent in the evening of his breath.

One pull away left the two of you satisfied enough to relax, leaving Jason to your chest once more and your hands to his hair. Just when you thought the strands of hair were set straight as the pattern of his breath, he let out a faint sigh.

“You promise?”

Instead of rolling your eyes, you closed them and ran a quick hand over his cheek.

“Only if you go to sleep.”

You don’t think he’d ever been so still in his entire life until that moment.

Tags - @coffee-latte-sprite @homosensations

[kaicobras]

jealousy, jealousy: eli ‘hawk’ moskowitz. requested here!

— after breaking up because you didn’t like the new eli, you both separate into new dojos: you in cobra kai and him in johnny & daniel’s new mixed dojos. however, he doesn’t take the news of you starting up something new with cobra kai’s new best student, robby keene, well.

warnings: gn!reader and perhaps you’re a bit brainwashed by kreese and the anger you feel towards hawk. cursing and angst. unedited because it’s 2 AM as i’m writing this. thinkin about making a second part with a happier conclusion?

your fist came in contact with the body dummy, striking it backwards as you worked towards getting all your emotions out. it was hardly working, however.

anger. embarrassment. sadness.

everything was so different now. no more eli, no more nerdy rambles about a new favorite comic of his and demetri’s, no nothing.

just karate, and everyone you knew glaring at one another whenever you passed by, yet you could hardly care about them – you could only focus on eli; the idiot who you were no longer with and thus, should no longer be concerned about.

another hit. this time a kick hitting the dummy’s chest and sending it back further.

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[devotion]

umbrella | p.p

summary: a night in the pouring rain after a bad day at work only means that you get cheered up by spider-man — whom you end up learning is your beloved boyfriend.

w/c: 3.1k | p.p masterlist

warnings: fluff, slight angst, it gets heated (though it's soft) but nothing is explicit, a mention of sex & a few swears.

notes: a late birthday gift for the one and only addie (@celestialholland) <3 i always ended up writing new things the longer i had this in my drafts, it became worrying /hj. and as you can tell lmao, bits of andrew's spidey is sprinkled in this bc i love his spidey sm ♡

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relentless as it is, rain mercilessly keeps on pouring down on new york city tonight. but that doesn't stop peter parker to wear his mask and get out there to be on the look out for crime.

in all fairness, it's more than weird to see a guy in a red and black unitard swinging from building to building, but it's what the people of queens have been accustomed to — to see their beloved spider-man save everything and anything harmful in their footsteps. yet, to peter's surprise, everyone can't seem to grasp the fact that he utilises an umbrella and plastic bags over his feet.

besides the occasional light-hearted laugh at him, peter has to admit that the sound of the rain is peaceful. it hits different when it's against the circular canopy just millimetres above his head, the noise subconsciously making peter feel relaxed. he listens to it carefully, walking on the streets and taking in everything whilst he can, before he plans to get eggs for his aunt may as she requested.

but there's you — whom would rather have spent their day at home, doing anything but running home in the rain, without a proper jacket to prevent your clothes from soaking through. on top of this dreadful weather, you've just had the fortitude to endure the discredit from your boss at work, spill tea over your blazer and arrive late. it all had happened in the span of less than 10 hours, so it's no wonder you're crying on your way home. but perhaps a dream, really — as you catch the guy in a red suit stop in your tracks in front of your very eyes. the guy who you seemingly admire because of his contribution to the city.

peter couldn't only sense the threat of you not crossing the road correctly, but the morose atmosphere that you sustained. so, here he is; a gentle hand on your shoulder, his voice the only soft thing you've heard all day: “hey, hey... are you okay, ma'am? everything alright?”

looking up to what you assume is the eyes underneath the mask, you're only capable of squeezing your mouth shut, finally nodding. yet, your efforts to stop your lips from trembling are thwarted — when you realise a stranger finally acknowledges you and your dire need to be regarded for.

“here, stand under here.” he wraps his clothed hand around yours after beckoning you to come join him. as you're finally under his trusty umbrella, sheltering from the hammering patter of the rain, you become internally grateful for his help.

“see? you're safe," he assures you, bringing yourself and him under the tree nearby. it gives you time to wipe your eyes whilst you stop yourself from snivelling, even though they're simply tears in the rain. a camouflage that suddenly means nothing.

“do you... maybe want a hug?” he asks, his free arm looking ready to pull you into one. you furrow your eyebrows, caught by surprise at the gesture. all until his mechanical lenses contract and head tilts to the side, whereupon you wave him off with a hand, sniffling.

you reply jokingly, even with a croaked voice, “i'm drenched, spidey. i don't wanna get you marinated in cloud juice.”

“cloud juice?” he laughs before the lenses clearly shutter close, indicating that his eyes are squeezed shut. there's a snort that slips out by accident, in effect making you laugh with him. “that's actually something my girlfriend would say.”

“a girlfriend?” you press, a tentative smile making its way on your lips as you raise your eyebrows as if to tease him.

“yeah,” he answers, contentment edging in his voice. “why? jealous?”

“hey,” you begin to argue, “i love your work, spider-man. but my boyfriend is perhaps the most amazing guy on the planet. which reminds me—” you sigh, teeth clattering as you somewhat feel the cold settling in. “—i really need to get home because i miss him... like... a lot.”

shit, peter thinks.

“sure, i'll walk you,” he sputters out after a moment or two. right now, peter thinks twice before he makes it too obvious that he's the one you have to go home to. “yeah. uh... which way?”

after walking for what seems like forever — that only being three minutes — you're left to wonder what your boyfriend, peter, is doing at home. hopefully making that chicken curry that he's been labouring the point about ever since last week.

“peter's gonna be so happy for me for meeting spider-man,” you jabber to him, partially by accident since you don't want to fawn over him whens he's right next to you.

“your peter sure will be,” he mumbles.

“what was that?”

“nothing, nothing,” he starts chuckling,  “i can't wait to go home too tonight... you know... to my girlfriend.”

“awh, cute.” you side-eye him, nudging him in the process.

head leaning into the side, his neck tingles at the attuned feeling of being emblazed by the mere thought of you again. with him being peter parker, that is. “yeah... i'm very lucky to have her.”

“she would be,” you ponder. amazingly, you feel light for whatever reason, as if you're floating. there's something about spider-man today that makes you feel special, lucky enough to have him cross your path instead of resorting to weeping and wallowing in sorrow alone. you know how beholden you are to him that now peter doesn't have to worry about you arriving home whilst crying.

turning towards the next street, it doesn't take long for the vigilante to abruptly stop in his tracks, causing you to halt, too. maybe it's the fact that he feels like he should uplift your mood, but it's mainly because he's realised the irony of the situation he's in with you, and it's just too good of an opportunity to let pass. he speaks up, “i... i just realised something.”

after mindlessly twirling the umbrella in his hand, without another word, you hear the one and only spider-man giggle. it's familiar, that's for sure. yet the questioning and mostly afraid look on your face is answered immediately when he points at you, singing, “you can stand under my umbrella-ella-ella, eh eh eh.”

meanwhile, you're noticing him wiggling his hips with every word, with the right rhythm, in which you happen to end up in peals of laughter, breathily sounding out, “oh my god.”

“not good enough?”

“nah... just glad to know the hero of new york's has nice pipes on him.”

you hear a snort come from him, and a little giggle following after. your eyebrows furrow at the homely sound, but you assume it's nothing. in turn, it doesn't fail to pluck the corners of your mouth up in a smile.

“what can i say?” he counters, shrugging his shoulders. “part of the job.”

just when you think the conversation has ended there and you turn to walk on, he begins to sing another part of the same song, “you can run into my arms. it's okay, don't be alarmed. come into meeee.”

he waits a moment before prodding you with his shoulder, “come on, sing with me.”

“i think it would be inappropriate for me to sing that last part, spidey.”

he audibly gasps as he clicks on. “you know rihanna meant as in a hug, y/n.”

again, your heart leaps in your chest. “how do you know my name?”

all the clues add up. your own umbrella was the first clue, the little paint mark that stains the handle was the first giveaway — in which he clearly forgets to cover it every now and again. his voice especially is the thing you picked up; he deepens it sometimes, but clearly forgets in other occasions.

“i knew you'd crack. and i definitely wasn't wrong when i heard your voice. your jumpiness is exactly like him. your laugh— even your hand gestures.”

“what- what do you mean?” the masked hero - your boyfriend asks, sweating just as easily as he can walk.

“my boyfriend is spider-man,” you try to envisage that fact in your head when the words tumble out your mouth. “which means the supposed girlfriend you have is... me. who you said you're lucky to have.” you pout, acknowledging him and you can imagine, in every aspect, the smile on his face slowly growing as he blushes under his mask.

“because it's true.” his head slants to one side, a hand motioning towards you, which points to him yet again. he goes on to tease you, “and i'm the most amazing guy on the planet which you miss... like... a lot.”

looking amused, you curl your lips up as you titter at him — recognising he's quoting what you had said prior to this. “and it's true, webby.”

he shakes his head, squaring up now since he finds himself leaning towards your face as if he's going in for a kiss. as he does this, you're innately confessing that he looks hot doing that particular stance. you tell yourself to bring it up later.

he presents the offer, “talking about... webs... wanna swing?”

you look around, realising your surroundings, only for you to come forward and whisper, “pete, we're literally a street away.”

“oh yeah.” he scratches his clothed neck. “fine, then. you go home and i'll be right there, okay? i have a surprise for you.”

“wait—”

“—bye ma'am! stay safe.” he gives you a peace sign before he even bestows you the chance to finish your sentence, swinging away with the help of the buildings on the street.

you shrug, the biggest smile making its way on your face anyway as you embrace the news and his confessions before you just found out his identity. he most likely has had a reason to keep you from knowing that he has super powers. perhaps to keep his friends and aunt may safe... and you. knowing him, it must be.

walking home with a happy skip in your step, you think about how you finally understand what people mean by spider-man's infectious nature to cheer people up.

before long, you're met with peter's presence when he opens the door — cheeks raised as you're mirroring his expression. his fluffy brown hair chiefly catches your attention — sticking out in all directions and defying gravity with contempt. but he's somehow changed his clothes already; the necklace you gave him for your anniversary last year glints in the light from the bulb not far from his head.

this is the surprise he meant earlier, you're guessing.

with all things taken into account, and your surprise, you'd honestly say your bad mood has since vanished into thin air from the very moment peter's alter ego brought you under his umbrella. you underwent that horrible phase not even long ago, yet it's evidently bubbled into nothing, like as if any of the pitiful events that had occurred earlier on had never happened.

truly, there are some people worth coming home to. and your pete? he does exactly that. he's worth coming home to.

after securing the lock on the door, his hand wrapped around yours snugly, you both fall in a fit of giggles on the way to your bedroom. cosy, warm, safe; what you feel when peter finally tugs you towards him, foreheads and noses touching as you take the smell of fresh linen around you.

“did the laundry, you know.” peter quips in, nose gliding to the base of your cheek.

“hmmm. how much detergent d'you put in?”

“like, uh... 3 caps full?”

your eyes fly open at that, eventually muttering, “for fuck's sake.”

silence lasts for a while after he responds back with a “my bad.” you take in the serenity, though, up until your conversation earlier with him dawns on you.

pouting jokingly, you raise, “you've never sang in front of me.”

“oh, uh... do you... like it?”

“yeah. would totally stream your version of umbrella like— a thousand times.”

“har har har.”

“you think i'm kidding?”

“you're serious?” you eagerly nod your head as he looks at you incredulously. he continues, “well then. hey, y/n—”

in seconds, peter has a strong grip on your hips, bringing you indubiously more closer to him, as his face is mere inches from yours again. “you have my heaaart. we'll never be worlds apaaart.”

peter retreats away from you as he continues to jive about on the carpet in a way you're beginning to wish he wouldn't. though, again, you downright appreciate that his ass really has no right looking that good.

when he returns to you, tongue lying against his cheek and eyebrows raised, you're one to moan childishly, “this is so fucking cheesy.” your hands rest on his hard chest, which now you know the real reason behind his strong physique.

“only with you.”

your entranced demeanour becomes more playful, as does his. back arching against him, soft and slow, your head falls far back until you can see both you and peter upside down in the mirror. you smile at his giggly nature, of whom his eye-wrinkling laugh can be seen in it like clear daylight.

a sturdy hand at your lower back, he brings you up close for you to face him again. now you're up again, you're quick to glide your hands to the back of his neck and seat them there.

you ask, eyes scanning his eyes, then to his freckles dotted around his angelic face, “why'd you run into me tonight? why'd you see me out of all people?” his mouth snaps shut, catching your attention, and making you narrow your eyes at him once you realise something. “were you spying on me?”

he tuts. “i always do. and it's not spying, babe. looking out,” he corrects you. “besides, you really looked like you needed a friend.”

after bringing out your hand which is currently settled on his lower back, he holds onto it, intertwining his fingers with yours as if to reiterate that he's there for you.

“i did.” you simply mumble under your breath. “and hmmm. you always do, huh?” you raise your eyebrows, smiling again for what seems like the thousandth time the same night. “why?”

“don't wanna lose you is all.”

“you'll never lose me.” you shake your head, your fingers tracing lines over where his heart is. “in here, anyway.”

peter beams, finding your beauty mesmeric in its own unique way when you say it.

you finally catch his gaze, eyes meeting in a hold with ample enough ardour to be pulled apart, as if to let your words sink in to the both of you; to cherish them like you always do. the longer you stare at each other, the more the urge to laugh gets harder — all until he sticks his tongue out and wiggles his eyebrows to spoil the sweet moment.

it's peter who breaks the eye contact moments later, only because your hands absentmindedly have began fiddling with his web shooters on his wrists, disguised cleverly as wrist bands. his line of sight shifts to where your fingers are placed.

“is this... what i think it is?” you press, figuring out where on earth the sticky stuff comes out from.

“yeah...” he returns after nodding, “yanno... 'cos i have to be ready to equip my web cartridges at any given moment.”

“that's so cool, pete.” you marvel, overjoyed at the compact device, perfectly credible and within reach, almost making you believe that it's all some kind of joke.

you wrap a hand around his left band anyway, as if to embody your fascination — which becomes slightly amusing to peter — and guide it to your right. you might as well try it when it's right at your disposal... and you know the perfect way to test it out.

with the stance that you've learnt which your spider-man normally adopts before swinging, yours and peter's arms are outstretched and alongside each other. but you're left confused from where to go on from here.

in a small voice, you curiously ask, “how do you do it?”

“press this.” he motions to the button in the centre, before leaning forward to kiss your temple.

immediately upon shooting it right exactly at the bed post, you turn your head slightly to see peter blowing out his cheeks, impressed.

he then inclines his head towards you, piping up, “good aim.” he smirks. “why there specifically?”

nibbling your lip and winking, you purr, “you know why.”

“cheeky.”

you wink once he comes in for a kiss, and before you know it, you're amidst a tangled mess on the bed already, consumed in devotion — until you stop him with a firm hand on his chest to catch your breath. the moment you're able to speak, you start by placing your legs on either side of him, eventually resting your head on his shoulder to say, “but before we do anything...”

“hmm?” you notice peter's eyes are round and a little wider than before, observing you attentively, whereupon you seize the moment by clasping him in your arms snugly. his laboured breathing becomes much more steadier when you do that, digits proceeding to stroke your head, despite being a little confused.

“just having that hug that you offered me earlier,” you come out with, eyes fluttering close as you lay on your beloved boyfriend's chest. peter nods to himself, reciprocating it with much warmth as you are. he waits a while before he encirces your waist to place you on your back effortlessly, peppering kisses under your neck in the process.

“want hot chocolate after sex, right? extra cream and sprinkles?”

you nod your head excitedly, “you know it.”

it's with much passion that you muster within yourself to kiss him as you hold either side of his jaw with your hands; his whole visage delicate in your touch as you bring him closer, sealing your love a billion times in the kiss. the depth it holds does as much as you want and need it to, encapsulating all your remaining pent-up anger into pure love.

there's no doubt that in peter's commitment to you, is where he feels safest and best. noses bumping every now and again, the mere smell of rain that dampened your clothes earlier pervades his already-haywire senses, but you have a way of making the smell pleasant enough for him to keep kissing you. in every right way, thrilling.

as nimble fingertips work down your sides to grasp your hips, you're brought further into an ecstasy when he works to your liking. what matters more is that you feel all the more at home with him; whether it's by his side or underneath or miles apart... your inner sunshine comes through just the same.

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𝐬𝐡𝐲 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 - 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐬

𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫: lee jeno

𝐚/𝐧: sunscreen brands as a plot point?? i didn’t mean for it to be so long. no idea how it happened. hope you enjoy! part of my “tell me you love me (without actually saying it)” series!

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.9k

the tetris effect occurs when people devote so much time and attention to an activity that it begins to pattern their thoughts, mental habits, and dreams.

from seeing ways to move technical blocks to detecting errors to finding the silver linings; after a continued period of searching, the brain will subconsciously search your desired result out.

and how do you know this? sharing a life guard shift with a certain park jisung. a boy who is three meltdowns away from finishing his required psychology courses and two breakdowns away from receiving a pity ice cream on your behalf.

sharing a guard shift with jisung was nice, fun even. kiddie pool shifts with jisung were admittedly the best decision staff could’ve made; after all, while he failed to hold a decent conversation with the majority of people above the age of 14, his awkwardness never reared its head while he cooed and played with the kids at the pool.

but being with park jisung meant dealing with his psycobabble; and that’s how you learned that the tetris effect could be blamed— no, sorry, in jisung’s words, attributed— for your inherent ability to seek out opportunities.

and it just so happens that your brain decides to seize the opportunity that is lee jeno’s free time (so say jisung).

the jury was still out regarding the validity of his claim. either he was right or he needed a new receptacle for his incoherence… or potentially, both. however, you aimed to ignore his righteous snort and vindicated eyebrow wiggle as you skip over to the other lifeguard.

you weren’t on the clock, yet; jisung had no right to govern your mental state when you hadn’t clocked in.

“jeno!”

the lifeguard snaps his head in the way of the noise, his eyes narrow to a squint as they adjust to the sun and his lips curving into a smile as he registers your presence.

“hey,” he offers as you slow to a halt beside his guard chair. his hair is plastered in an uneven fringe darting along the top of his forehead, drying water and aged chlorine crusted along his hairline. the remaining water soaked up by the heinous red cap that he’d received for his status as “employee of the month.”

equipped with his red trunks, red whistle, red waterbottle, and red hat, he appears as if he walked out of a generic teen beach movie. you can’t help the small disdain you feel that he manages to pull off such a look (with such a tragic hat!)

god, it’s an ugly hat, but jeno never misses a chance to subtlety flex his position as the favorite employee.

he wrinkles his nose as he notices your distaste for the hat, a twinkle in his eyes as he secures it over his head. he’s insufferable… unfortunately, he’s also the one you seek out. again, so say jisung— but he’s insufferable, too!

“what’s up, star employee?” you greet, moving to knock beneath the cap, and his hand darts upward to catch your wrist. he bats away your hand after a playful tap on your wrist.

“the sky.”

why him? it’s not funny, and you feel a burning hatred for yourself at the resultant giggle that comes out anyway. how embarrassing.

“i hate you so incredibly much.”

he hums, his disbelief filtering through, and he turns to scan the pool before him. well, there’s a reason that he won the best employee award.

“what brings you to the land of teenagers? too much of jisung’s psychology books?” he’s still looking over the pool, a ghost of a grin spreading over his lips as he watches a group of guys goof around shallow end.

he looks back at you, unable to keep a straight face, “you get the whole ‘cognitive dissonance’ spiel, too?”

“nah,” you dismiss, “monday was cognitive dissonance, tuesday was tetris effect, and today was all about how my hot girl summer wish is the result of extreme social isolation and resultant anxiety,” you pause, shrugging your shoulders, “can you believe him?”

“a freudian analysis of a tiktok trend,” jeno snickers as he glances back toward jisung’s guard chair, “i expect nothing less.”

a few minutes pass in an easy quietude; jeno scanning the swimmers below and you searching the boy before you for something you can’t find. he allows the strange looks, because he’s nice like that— but you hear the unspoken question of “why are you here?” because, you’re both aware that jisung’s tangents about psychology were endearing at worst and enlightening at best; it’s certainly not a reason enough to abandon your guard chair. and you both realize the likelihood of you leaving your station at the toddler pool for the teenagers (hint: it’s zero).

“didn’t your mom ever tell you that not wearing sunscreen leads to skin disease?” you blurt out, fishing two bottles out of your bag. “i’m sorry?” jeno’s confusion would be cute… if it weren’t embarrassing for you, too.

looking up and down, you squint once again in search of the telltale grease trail of sunscreen on his skin; once again, you come up empty.

he isn’t wearing sunscreen; you watched the way his shoulders rolled forward with a small pout when the can spluttered its empty protests yesterday.

“i ran out of sunscreen,” he explains sheepishly, as if you didn’t already know, rubbing at the nape of his neck as he realizes the reason you’ve pranced over to his station before your start of shift.

offering up the smaller bottle, jeno struggles at reading the label without his glasses. “for your face,” you supply, flicking the cap off and busying your hands with dolloping out enough for his face.

you ignore the whine he lets out as you swipe the cream along his nose with the generosity of a worried mother hen.

another noise of protest leaves his mouth, and you pull your hand from its place on jeno’s cheek to allow him to speak his peace, “you don’t let anyone touch your face sunscreen… i mean you made jisung venmo you a dollar last time he used a dime’s worth.”

that’s true; yeah, you made him pay you back! business is business, and park jisung would’ve slithered his way out of paying otherwise. and jisung used a nickel’s worth, actually.

but the amount you’re slathering onto jeno’s face definitely surpasses a dime and nickel.

“isn’t it nice to get special treatment?” you laugh distractedly, hands returning to smoothing out the cream across his face.

he whines again, his fingers poking at your wrists, “i can’t take this from you.”

you lean back, “sure, you can! in fact, i insist.” how mortifying, insisting on him dealing with your sunscreen. your nice, expensive, oil free, extra coverage, vitamin c infused sunscreen. not to mention the bottle you bought for him, specifically.

your right hand stays cradling his face, and you can feel how his cheeks heat under your scrupulous stare and attention. you chuck the bottle of banana boat at the boy in front of you.

“look!! i can see your cheeks are already the shade of a firetruck!! just take the stupid spray!”

if jeno were more like jisung, he’d blame his childhood trauma (losing his shiny bike) for his current issue; if jeno were more like jaemin, he’d cite a medical issue (last time, jaemin claimed he had herpes to avoid sharing his haribo stash). if jeno were any more of a meddling shit, he would point of that despite your layers of sun protection, your cheeks were tinted pink, too.

but he’s jeno— and like his subtle boasting with the “employee of the month” cap, instead of blatantly pointing out your matching blush, he chooses to lace his fingers through yours to bring your hand away from his face.

with his fingers intertwined with yours, the sunscreen makes the contact sticky, yet smooth. fake banana wafts up to your nose.

his stare becomes thoughtful as he looks back at the used face sunscreen remnants on your hands, and you catch the way he holds his breath as he ponder his next move.

gently, without removing his one hand from yours, he places his cap on your head; at the sight, he beams as if a child on christmas morning. you can’t help but hear the unspoken “for your ‘sunburn’.”

the hat is wet with pool water and sweat; it’s disgusting, but you can’t bring yourself to take it off. instead, you adjust the hat to sit properly on your head; you ignore the accomplished hum jeno makes. turning over your other palm, he eases your grip from the tube of sunscreen; the label stares mockingly back at you.

an unreadable look flashes through his eyes with a quickness that makes you wonder if it ever happened before his eye return to a gentle smile.

what is he thinking? is he wondering the nicest way to ditch his guard post? worse, is he agreeing with jisung?

“i didn’t think hot girl summers included spf 50,” he barks out a laugh, reaching to grab the sunscreen from your tight clutch with an enviable ease. the red whistle hung around his neck jolts at the sudden movement, and you fight to keep your eyes away from the motion.

oh. hot girl summer, right. oh geez, that was cringey to mention.

you desperately needed to learn how to keep your big mouth shut around lee jeno; any semblance of a filter gave way to the pressure of his mirthful stare and suddenly you spouted outlandish shit, like your plans of having a hot girl summer. you swore you typically had more dignity (even if park jisung would beg to differ, something about drive theory) but there was something funky about the genuine anticipation and thinly veiled amusement which jeno directed your way that shredded and ionized your personal filter.

but he never managed to let your strange remarks slide, either.

opting to shrug, you attempt to regain your composure, “turns out, skin cancer really puts a damper on the ‘live your best life’ ideaology, so…” your bottom lip drops in an exaggerated pout, and you raise your arms in defeat. a grin creeps across your lips during the silence which ensues, and you snicker, “besides, who said i’m wearing the sunscreen?” jeno facepalms, his hands hitting his head with a firm smack and he rubs furiously at his eyelids.

unable to resist teasing a few years off his life, you press forward, “i could’ve just forced you to wear it; i mean, seriously, how am i gonna live my best hot girl summer without a hot guy, too?” your eyes widen at the unnecessary addition, and you slap a hand across your mouth.

ookayyy, not the smoothest. maybe it’s time to hope he doesn’t quite catch the bullshit spewing from your mouth. but you can’t help it.

by the time you’ve registered your words and how flirtatious they sound, there’s no way to take them back—and like hell are you gonna back down. you’ll own up to them… even if your cheeks burn (because that’s the sun’s effect, thank you very much).

heart thumping wildly, you’re shocked that jeno can’t see the panicked rise and fall of your chest. but why? he is hot; at this point, it’s a universally known fact, right?

everyone with eyes would agree. even people without eyes, because jeno just radiates handsomeness and generosity and competency— and hell, what’s sexier than a man who has basic life skills?

“so you’re saying i’m hot?” well, fuck.

peering down at where jeno has nestled himself in the lifeguard chair, you wince at the smug, delighted spark in his eyes.

“exactly!” there’s no way you can lie, now, “and i’m cooling you down, cause heat exhaustion kills.” jeno snorts at the clinical tone you’ve taken on, as if his appearance is a well-known fact and you’re doing him a favor.

and you are doing him a favor. it’s just sunscreen, but it’s a sign that you thought about him. it’s just sunscreen, but it’s proof that you care for his well-being. his long term health, even! the blue metallic bottle is his evidence that you want him around and that you know him well enough to plan ahead for his forgetfulness.

it’s just sunscreen… but it is so much more than a bottle of sun protection to lee jeno. but he isn’t going to let you know that.

“sunscreen is not about to lessen heat exhaustion,” the words are spoken with an amused deadpan, and he crosses his arms with interest. the top row of his teeth show in a bright smile; his nose scrunching up with hidden laughter.

“who’s to say?” you stick your tongue out with an odd mix of petulance and defiance.

“my mom, jaemin, mark, chen—“

“just wear the damn sunscreen.” you aren’t being too overbearing, really. jeno’s just being unbelievably dense and thick headed. seriously, who fussed over free sunscreen?

“make sure to thank me when you’re sixty and skin-cancer free.” you spin on your heel, three prances away when his arm grasps yours and yanks you back.

words of protest die on the tip of your tongue as he peeks at you from underneath his curtain of damp hair which had fallen back to being plastered on his forehead. “wait… you’re wearing it, too, right?” wearing what? you follow his pointed stare toward the sunscreen in his hand, and he takes your comprehension as denial. as he attempts to hand the sunscreen back to you, you withdraw from his hold as if his touch is scalding.

“of course, not!” jeno’s eyebrows furrow with confusion, and you continue, “i wouldn’t be caught dead using banana boat! you can keep your grease trap of a brand to yourself.”

it’s then when the label catches his eye. banana boat?

you don’t use banana boat. his eyes widen to the size of quarters.

truthfully, you could care less about the brand you use, but ever since it became such a heated topic of debate, you dutifully kept to buying coppertone (if only to have another reason to talk to jeno).

you no longer bear a strong grudge against banana boat, not when it reminds you of him. but it’s not your first choice. when buying your own sunscreen, you aren’t going to pick up banana boat on a whim—no, you’re loyal to coppertone, alone.

but you still swallowed your dislike and bought the banana boat for him. it’s just sunscreen, you tell yourself. but the sentence is riddled with denial.

it’s not just sunscreen— it’s a gesture that you care; a gesture that you’re willing to put his likes before your own; a gesture that you respect his wishes.

it’s not just sunscreen. but you don’t have to tell him that.

“why is banana boat in your bag?” his voice is incredulous, accusatory almost— as if he doesn’t believe that the spray is yours (it is, and you have a receipt to prove your purchase).

you fidget under the inquisitive stare, even though you know the squint in his hardened eyes are a response to the glaring sun above.

“i accidentally got the wrong kind… figured it should still go to use. enjoy your terrible brand.” you can hear a voice which sounds suspiciously like jisung chirping some nonsense about interpersonal deception theory in a brutal, irksome manner, and you wince as you realize how terrible and unbelievable your lie delivered.

but again. he’s lee jeno. he’s lee jeno; he knows you’re lying, and he’s not going to press… not until you’re ready.

and you aren’t ready now.

the sound of jisung hollering at you to clock in before you’re late startles you. you’ve never been so grateful for jisung’s random interventions because truthfully, you had no idea how you were going to talk your way out of that one. glancing at the time displayed on jeno’s fitbit, you let out an emphatic “oh fuck!” as jisung is right, and you really really need to clock in.

when you dart upwards (and away from him) with a high-pitched yelp, jeno doesn’t take it personally. even as the sand hits his legs as you rapidly scramble to collect your bag, he doesn’t flinch (except to avoid sand landing in his eyes, because ouch!).

before you can dash away, he mutters a small thank you. it’s so quiet and so small sounding that you have to wonder if you imagined it, but the redness of his ears and curl of his lip are a testament to his thanks.

you grin once more before sprinting away, and you can’t stop the maniacal smile which overtakes your face as you dash toward the employee lockers.

“hey! no running!” jeno jokingly calls after you, but you’re long gone. too far to hear his exact words, yet close enough to know the general tone. you slap a hand over the red cap and plop into your station by jisung as the clock chimes for your shift to officially begin.

jisung takes a double take at the new (and still ugly) cap placed on your head. and when he begins kicking at your shins and wiggling his eyebrows to coerce details from the exchange, you elect to disregard the cocksure attitude that jisung adopted in your absence. he doesn’t need to know everything.

water is wet. jeno is hot. jisung doesn’t need to know everything for “science.” universal truths, really.

“quit winking, you look like you have an eye infection.”

if jeno meets you back at your locker at the end of your shift; with his hair fluffy and dry and his skin glinting in the sun with banana boat spf 50; jisung doesn’t need to know.

and if jeno’s carrying two ice creams because “it’s cooling you down; heat exhaustion kills,” then jisung definitely doesn’t need to know.

not everything needed psychoanalysis, after all.