Readers working at the diner about to close up, Jasons waiting outside for her when some drunk creep gropes her and Jason gets mad and beats the guy up. Pretty please 🫣🫣
I beg never stop writing. Ur so good at it. 💕💕
Okay, so a few things. I can not remember if I've given her a job post the series. So I think when you said diner, you meant her job at Jackie's that she had during the series. That is what I went with. I was also trying to remember the general timeline as I was writing. I don't have specific chapters, but this takes place after the penguin kidnapping, but before the brunch, I think. That's where my thought process was at least. That may not make total sense, but I did try my best. I hope it works!
Do I Know You? Masterlist (DIKY)
Kandy's Writing Challenge
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“Thank you,” you call out as the last customer trails out of the cafe, a to-go cup of coffee that you find too much for the late hour. You move about doing the last of your tasks before closing up shop. You return from the back offices after putting away the money, checking your phone for a text that Jason was nearly there. You round the counter, still looking at your phone.
“Oh Jesus,” you screech as you run into a figure in the dim lights of the cafe, “I am so sorry!”
Your phone slips into your back pocket at the sight of the man in front of you. College-age, slightly intoxicated based on his breath. A typical customer for the Cafe during the later hours. He gives you a startling, charismatic smile, “I didn’t mean to startle you, miss. I was hoping for a cup of coffee.”
You readjust your bag on your shoulder. “I’m sorry, but the cafe closed about 10 minutes ago.”
“Oh, the door was open.” He points at the door behind him. You peek around him in hopes of seeing Jason.
With no luck, you only nod, “I understand that, but the kitchen is still closed.”
“Listen, sweetcheeks, that’s hardly a kitchen. I just need a drip coffee to get me through the rest of the night,” he huffs. You tense at the pet name and his tone.
“I get that,” you say placatingly, shifting back, but he follows your step. “There’s a Starbucks just a few blocks from here. They’re open longer than us.”
He scoffs, voice turning bitter the longer he speaks, “If I wanted Starbucks, I’d be at Starbucks, wouldn’t I?”
“Right, right,” you nod, stepping back towards the counter more. He abruptly grabs your arm, jerking you forward. You let out a gasp of pain in surprise.
“You can’t just walk away. I want my coffee. I’ll pay you double for it,” he bites, grip tightening.
Your hand grabs at his, trying to pry at it, “That’s not how it works. I can't- ah!”
His other hand moves up to grip at your jaw, “Yes, you can. You're a barista.”
Your eyes go wide as you stare at him. Your mind blanks. There’s panic, you know there is, but you cant quiet grasp at it. There’s a flash of blood in your memory and you freeze up more because it was happening again. Except it wasn’t at some body-dumping warehouse; it was at your job.
The door to the cafe dings open, and the man is ripped off of you. You stumble backwards to the counter. All your mind can think of is getting away. You round the counter and duck behind it, looking for a weapon, not really thinking about where the man went. You grab one of the glass pitchers for the coffee, tears bubbling in your throat. You hear the door of the cafe ding.
“Sweetheart?” You're still in your hiding spot. “You in here?”
You shift to peek over the counter, “Jason?”
His gaze finds you and slowly rounds the counter and crouches on the floor with you, “You okay?”
You look over the counter, “There was a guy and he-”
“Yeah, I know. He won't come back here,” He says. Your eyes return to his, and then you take him in. Your eyes settle on his hands pressed to his knees, one bloodied.
“Jay,” you set the coffee pitcher down and reach for his hand.
He tugs it out of your reach, standing to pull at the napkin dispenser and wiping it away, “He won’t come back, sweetheart. Okay?”
You stare up at him. You have one of those momentary flashes in your mind; that dumb jar that had all but left your mind briefly makes its return. Red Hood and Jason. You shake the thought entirely.
“Thank you,” you say as you move to stand with him.
“Why are you alone?” he asks as he looks around the cafe. “Thought we agreed you wouldn't work alone?”
You nod, kicking yourself mentally, “We did. Anna had a family emergency. I thought it would be fine, just a couple of hours.”
“You can't do that, not in Gotham. You have to call me,” he reminds you. “I will be here.”
You frown at him, impossibly annoyed with yourself for not doing it and impossibly annoyed at him for still taking care of you without thought weeks after the incident at the warehouse.
“Thank you, Jason,” you repeat.
He shakes his head, gives you a soft smile before reaching for your hand to pull you out from around the counter, “Let's go home, yeah?”
“Yeah,” you feel yourself smile at the easy way he says it, despite how the night's gone. Home. Like he lived there. Like you were something that had been labeled. You accept it anyway. Maybe one day in the future, you would talk about it.
Um I'm loving the Do I Know You series so so much!!! Just an idea (if you're interested, I'm not tryna tell you what to write lol) but if the reader invites Jason to tea in her apartment, just for a few minutes initially, but the conversation gets so damn good that they get to talking for hours, and at some point she keeps glancing at the window worried that Red Hood would come in. Jason notices and asks if everything is okay because she's been chewing her lip and looks anxious, and she says no, just that she forgot to lock the window, effectively choosing Jason over Red Hood, which unbeknownst to her are the same person. Jason's heart swells a thousand times over that she would rather spend time with his civilian self that the illusive vigilante that she could never actually get close to and know in that way. Maybe she feels guilty about it, but when she sits back down with Jason, a little closer this time, and he plays with one of her fingers while they continue to talk, it all goes away. *sighs dreamily at the slow burn of it all*
Again, please disregard if you're not interested in suggestions or anything. Sorry if I'm overstepping in your creative process, I just really like the story
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Hey, You. I love you for this actually. Babes, we are literally on the same wave length. I think I mentioned in my notes one of the parts that my brain is like fifteen steps ahead of where I'm at. And ^^^ is one of those steps ahead. I have a few more things I want to happen plot-wise. Some more drama, an actual date, Maybe another kidnapping (that one is still a little up in the air), and some more siblings forcing themselves into readers' life. but I 100% agree with this plan and I will be holding onto it for later. Thank you, Thank you for reading and sharing!!
Hello!!!! I've been thinking recently like what about Jason Todd takes the reader on a ride with his motorcycle but like she's never been on a motorcycle. She acts nonchalant about it, like she's not nervous about it(she is) and since she doesn't own any safety gear that she doesn't need it, but Jason makes her wear stuff anyway like a helmet and maybe his jacket. And like then when the bike starts up she suddenly clutches tightly to Jason in slight fear. Just a protective Jason idea I had and since I'm not a writer it's just been a thought for me. Hope you like it!!!!
this ask was fun because there's a chapter in my Do I Know you? series that is a lot like this. it was good practice to try and write the scene a little different. Thank you! and enjoy!
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“Oh, you’re driving a motorcycle,” you say, staring at the bike before you.
“Told you it was in the shop. Three weeks and those assholes made the problem worse. Had to take her somewhere else but now,” he grins at you and pats the seat of the bike, “she’s ready for a ride.”
You press your cheek to your shoulder, hands suddenly sweaty in your pocket, “of course you call the bike a she.” You joke, trying to cover the building anxiety in your chest.
“You don’t need to be jealous, sweetheart.” He steps into your space, hand pressing to the side of your face, “you’re much prettier.”
“Shut up,” you mumble, tucking your face into his neck with a blush. His arms wrap around you in a tight hug.
He's tugging you from your hiding place far sooner than you're ready for, still trying to use his proximity to unsuccessfully cool your nerves.
“you ready? It'll be fun.” You keep your mouth shut but give him a tense smile and nod.
You knew he rode a bike. He told you about it, shown you pictures. And while you found the concept very attractive, the bike, very much a real thing in front of you now, was intimidating.
You'd never ridden a motorcycle before but you had heard horror story's of shredded skin and broken bones. You worry you're not dressed correctly and that you certainly don't have any safety gear for yourself.
Jason gives you a meaningful look and tugs you forward towards the bike, “come get a closer look. Promise she doesn't bite.”
The lightfulness in his tone reminds you to breathe. Any vehicle was as safe as the person driving. Your positive Jason is a good driver, based on the amount of times he's actually told you about the bike, he probably rode it often.
“It's pretty,” you tell quietly as you take a closer look.
“Not as pretty as you.” he repeats his earlier statement, softer this time and you turn to find him staring at you already with the slight forlorn look he gets sometimes.
You reach out to poke at his side in jest and he curls his hand around yours.
“you okay with this?” he asks, direct eye contact emphasizing the importance of the answer to him, “I should've asked before. We can postpone it and I can bring the car instead.”
You flush at his sudden rush to accommodate you (clearly you hadn't hidden it very well) despite his excitement about the bike.
“It's okay,” you placate him with a tiptoed kiss to his cheek, “as long as you make sure I don't fall off, yeah?” You ask the question to lighten the space between you but your worry sits at the edge of your voice.
he blinks at you for a moment, before his mind clearly clicks back into the conversation.
“like I'd every let something like that happen.” He nearly scoffs at you before he lets go of your hand to tug off his leather jacket. He holds it up to you in offering.
“What?”
He playfully rolls eyes at your question but patients bleed into his tone, “safety first sweetheart.”
You turn around, nearly losing your balance in the spin due to the sudden awareness of how you didn't have to say anything to Jason for him to know what was bothering you.
His jackets warm from his body and too big but that does deter him as he faces you and zips up the jacket for you. It takes a moment for you to realize he's talking to you.
“-on to me, okay?”
“What?” he edges into your space at the question, cornering you against the bike.
“I know you can be a good listener, sweetheart. Could you do that for me?” He grins down at you and you wrinkle your nose at him.
“Don't patronize me, jay. I could still change my mind.” He eases up out of your space pulling the helmet that had been resting atop the bike with him.
“I need you to hold on to me tight when I accelerate and to brace your weight against the tank when…” he continues on with directions for when he turns, how to get on and off, and how to get his attention.
He pauses in between sentences to press the helmet over your head and then continues talking as he tightens it.
“If you ever feel uncomfortable and like you want to get off, you tell me, understand?” he asks. You nod and his fingers curl into the chin of the helmet to gently tug you.
“Words, Sweetheart.” he says sternly. You're suddenly thankful for the helmet because of the flush on your skin that it covers.
“Yeah, I’ll tell you.” You finally say timidly. His hand moves from the helmet to cradle the side of your neck.
“That’s my girl,” He coos at you and you wrap your hand around his wrist to pull at him.
“Let's go,” you say cheerfully, “We have places to be and things to do.”
Jason stares you down. It makes you itch at the way his expression alone digs at you. You stare back as well as you can through the visor of the helmet. You would never tell Jason not to do something simply because you don't want to do it. Especially something he definitely knew how to handle.
“I’m serious, Jay, let's go,” you hop on your feet, hoping to give an air of excitement to your words instead of anxiety. He finally shrugs his shoulders and climbs onto the bike, helping you climb on behind him.
He takes the time to make sure you're settled before even turning on the bike. WIth the bike on, you place nervous hands at his waist, mildly resting there. You want to hug him in a vice grip but you think that might give away your feelings. His hand settles on top of your knee, curling around it slightly. You tip to that side trying to see his face assuming he wants to talk to you.
The bike gives a sudden jolt forward, your body jerking slightly back with the movement. Your neutrally placed hands scramble to wrap around him tightly. He has the nerve to laugh at you, hand at your knee tightening.
“I’m sorry, Sweetheart,” he says and despite his laughter, you can hear the sincerity in his words. His hand leaves your knee to resituate your hands, one wrapped tight around him and the other pressed to the gas tank.
“Holding on,” he taps the hand pressed to his stomach and then taps the one at the tank, “bracing, okay?” you nod at the question and his hand pinches lightly at your leg.
“Okay,” you answer after attempting to smack his hand in retaliation. He doesn’t even move his hand away, not threatened by you. His hand rubs soothing circles into your thigh before it returns to the handlebars.
“I'm going to move,” he tells you one last time and your arms tighten around him as he slowly brings the bike into the street and then you're off. You can tell he’s being cautious, that this isn't how he usually drives, but you can't help but be grateful. Your hands rub and squeeze at his chest in show of that gratitude. You can tell he understands when, at a stoplight, his hand comes to hold yours there, a silent communication.
You think you could come to like motorcycle rides, especially with Jason as the driver.
So I just kind of wanted a lil bday themed fic it doesn’t have to be long or whatever it could be a Drabble for all I care lol!
Ik you don’t have Constantine listed but you said that you were up for recs if I read correctly so if you could do like a bit of a sassy ish reader x Constantine bday themed I’d be happy
If you don’t write for Constantine tho one for time drake would be awesome <3
Super sorry if I’m bothering u I don’t usually do requests so this might be super bad so I apologize for that!
Happy birthday! I hope I'm not publishing this too late. I am going to apologize. I know very little about John Constantine other than like the CW shows. I don't know that I would have written him well. so I hope you like this Tim one. (p.s. your not a bother! this was a great request!)
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When you opened your door to answer the knock, you expected the sweet smiling face of your boyfriend. Instead, you're greeted with the largest bouquet ever.
“Happy birthday!” A voice calls from the other side of the flowers. You can just barely make out wisps of black hair and then his blue eyes come into view as the flowers drop more. He’s smiling, a cheesy one, you can tell just by the tight wrinkles around his eyes.
“Thank you, Timmy,” you help him shuffle into the apartment, "I don't have a vase big enough for this.”
You lay it down on the dining table. You turn back to give him a better greeting and find him holding out your favorite candy bar. His smile is cheeky as you ignore the candy bar to hug him. He squeezes you back, something tight that makes you giggle.
“I didn't forget,” he mumbles as his arms loosen.
“I can tell. I didn't think you would.”
“You're such a liar.”
You give him a dramatic gasp, “Moi? You're calling me a liar? On my birthday no less?”
“You're the prettiest liar I've ever seen. You sent me fifteen texts in the last week about how your birthday was today. Liar.” On his last word, he dips you dramatically and your hands cling to his shoulders as he kisses along your cheek, jaw and neck.
“Timothy!” You shriek at the wet kisses squirming slightly, "I did not!”
“Right, of course,” he pulls back to look at you, mirth heavy in his eyes, “you just managed to convince my entire family to remind me all week. How'd you get Jason and Damian to help with your scheming?”
“They like to annoy you.” You state plainly.
“So you are a liar.”
“The accusations! The audacity! I guess this means you don't love me.” You step away from him to cross your arms and frown, “This is how you announce it? On my birthday?”
You heave out a dramatic sigh as your head dips but your glance up to watch him, lips twitching with the urge to smile.
“Honey, baby. Please, I do love you. How can I prove it?” you hear the tease in his tone and watch the fond smile he wears as he fights to keep his face serious.
“Well, I guess you could kiss it all better.” You say with an absent shrug.
“You guess?” you startle slightly when his lips appear at the edge of your brow as soft and affectionate as his words.
“Mm-hmm,” You hum as his lips move to your cheek and the corner of your mouth, “I’m not totally sure.”
“Guess we better check then, huh?” he murmurs before he kisses you out right. A sigh escapes you as you curl your arms around his neck to kiss him back.
“I love you. Was that good enough?” he asks as he pulls away.
You grin before you answer, “I’ll allow it.”
“Happy birthday, babe,” he laughs out and shifts slightly, “I have options of activities and you're allowed to veto all of them.”
“You have backup activities?”
“I have backup activities.”
“I love you.” you turn to the table currently holding the too large bouquet, “the flowers first, gorgeous by the way, they need water. I don't want them to die and then do activities.”
“Whatever you want, birthday girl.” You kiss him one more time before parting entirely.
Do you think DIKY Jason and reader ever talked about having kids in the future….
Oh, I think maybe eventually they do. for right now, even though they're moving in together, they still have a lot of work to make their relationship super firm. I also kind of believe that Jason would want to get married first, as odd as that seems (even though my baby bump fic is not like that). I think that in this universe with his relationship with our girl, he's relearning what people being in love looks like, he's relearning what a family looks like.
I think maybe a year or so down the road, he would see reader playing with Lian or even Damian, and thinking queitly to himself that he wants that with her. He may or may not have a melt down afterwards becuase for a majority of his life he never wanted to bring children into the world especially in Gotham of all places.
That would also be the start of him realizing that maybe he doesn't have to always be the Red Hood, that he doesn't have to live in Gotham. His view would shift to whats more important, his girl and the protentional family he can have.
But that's down the road a bit. I got lost there a second, I want these two to be so happy and in love forever and ever. Thank you for pulling me into the idea!
I just wanted to escape the freezing cold of the north, ended up on the back of a motorcycle of a cute guy I met 2.5 seconds prior. It was supposed to be a quick little lap by the beach, maybe a little make out on the back of his bike for funsies, and the next thing I know, a DOG is in the road, and we are wiped completely out🥲 dog was fine, old lady fussing over the little rat dog was fine(taking no responsibility), cute driver was fine(turned me all the way off when he bitched about his bike and not the bone sticking out of my foot), and I, unfortunately, was not fine 🤧 broken foot, mild concussion, thousands of miles from home, in a land far far away 🥲
Anyways, I'm home now. It's cold. And icy. I'm miserable. And alone. And I have crutches, but I have zero coordination or balance so I spend my days fighting gravity and losing🫠
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Also, I have nooooooooo clue of who could possibly want any additional scenes from DIKY🤭
I'll make sure to hold off on sending requests until the 24th, but best believe I'm gonna be writing them all down in my notes app so I don't forget. No pressure to answer everything, just what inspires you 😚😚
bestie, you stress my tf out because in no way did I think that that was the explanation. You live... such a different life from me, lol. an exciting one! but very different.
Honesty I wish I were that adventurous because that's crazy. Also That guy can suck it! its just bike! what about the very important injured person here! although I hear some bikers can be pretty prissy about their bikes which is unfair cause their so hot. I guess congrats on getting to make out before you got hurt?
I'm happy you made it home safe! sorry its cold and alone. I will attempt to keep you company from this great distance.😘
😂yup no clue at alllll on who could want more DIKY. I cant wait for your requests!! Rest up and take it easy!
More boxer Jason pretty please 🙏🏼🙏🏼need him so bad
I wanna try something different! I know with Western outlaw!Jason I kind of just write then publish but I don't really know where to go with Boxer!Jason.
If you guys have ideas for continues story bits please let me know!
Because I loveeeeeeee drama, I immediately imagined Reader walking in on Artemis on top of Jason after he told Reader they're just friends and not to worry. Ugh, delicious chaos😈
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Oh girl, the angst alone...
It explains our boy surprised look, caught off guard but still turned on because hello she's in his lap.
hear me out though, I may be unreasonable horny too early in the morning but reader walks surprised and hurt. Jason scrambles to explain but Artemis holds him down. She knows what it looks like and it was part of the plan cause she's seen the way Jason is with reader, leading her around and what not. Artemis has seen Jason the other way though, weak to the touch and beggy. She just wants to show reader how to handle Jason. Artemis just wants to help! if she so happens to become a sexual addition, she's happy to oblige. and Jason is more than happy to be between them.
oh yeah, way too horny this morning. You ask for angst and I gave you suggestive content. my bad 😅
