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[spicy-apple-pie]

There's a more serious explanation for where Jason got the robin suit to fight Tim in the Titans Tower, but this is funnier so it's canon to me

Commission Info / Kofi (members get comics a week early)

[deansnoodle]

his prince of gotham era was so so good

[llovelygood]

Mr. Goodreads and Miss Letterbox || Jason Todd x reader

— Both of you just shared your love for books/films in social media, but your followers saw the potential of an amazing power couple. What happens when you find out about the ship and decides to check Jason's account?

!!: smau + a narrated part. fem!reader. not use of y/n. bookstagramer!Jason x cinephile!reader. Pictures are from Pinterest. enemies to lovers-ish (not really???)

[dc masterlist] [PART 2]

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photo dump of the last week of June 🌷 Watched Obsession yesterday. You guys know I don't usually watch horror movies in the cinema, I prefer to watch them at home, safe and cozy, but I've been hearing lot of mixed opinions about this film and I couldn't wait to finally watch it myself. I would rate it with 4 stars because it was really good and extremely disturbing. As always, you guys can find my complete review (with spoilers) in my letterboxd!! -💋

comments:

user1 Just came from reading your letterboxd review and I agree with everything you said ♥︎ liked by the author

user2 Haven't watched the movie and never will, because I hate this genre, but I loved reading your review ♥︎ liked by the author

user3 If she has a boyfriend, he either has to be another film-obsessed freak or someone who is the total opposite of her, like someone who argues the book a film is based of is way better, even if it isn't

⤷ user4 there's this guy here whose user is @/j.todd who makes content about books and I believe they were made for each other, even if they haven't met yet 🙂‍↕️ ⤷ user5 OMGGG JASON YESS THEY WOULD BE PERFECT TOGETHER ⤷ user6 now this gotta be my new favorite ship

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Normal People by Sally Rooney. 3 stars. I can't deny Sally Rooney is a very talented author, and the start of the book was very powerful and entertaining. However, the ending disappointed me (complete review in my Goodreads). I can't consider Normal People a bad book, it was beautifully written and didn't feel boring, but it's not one of my favorites.

comments:

user1 Normal People is one of my top 3 favorite books but I agree with some of your points in your Goodreads review

user2 ONLY 3 STARS???

user3 love me a man who reads, is he single?

⤷ user4 get in line ⤷ user5 hope he is so he can date my beloved @/yourusername

user6 I'm finishing Normal People, but I kinda agree with you, It's a really good book, but I can't give it more than 4 stars

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Can you guys believe I never got to watch Wuthering Heights in theaters when the movie came out? (I still did the trend with the poster and my husband Jacob Elordi). Either way, I watched the movie yesterday night and I have a few comments on it. Over all the movie gets 3 stars and I'm being generous. I haven't read the book but the film was... something else... I have a lot of things to say about this so you guys can go read my review in letterboxd (contains spoiler) -💋

comments:

user1 I loved the movie wdym 😭😭

user2 kinda weird for you not to watch a movie the second it's out on theaters

⤷ yourusername I know right? but I was very busy when the movie came out, and when I finally got time to go watch it it had already been removed from theaters

user3 Jacob Elordi the man you are

⤷ user4 idk he gives me weird vibes

user5 I love your reviews, they are so complete and so well written ♥︎ liked by the author

user6 nah guys have you seen Jason's post? This can't be coincidence

⤷ user7 this can either be coincidence or they know each other ⤷ user8 maybe they know about the ship and are just messing around with us

user9 you should read the book

⤷ yourusername not my thing lmao

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Haven't had much time to read this past weeks, so I figured I could talk about a book I read a while ago, that I really enjoyed, and never posted my review here. Wuthering Heights gets five stars from me. It's impossible to sum up everything I love about this book in here, so I suggest you all to go and read my review in Goodreads. But it's darkness, and poetic story has made this book one of my ultimate favorites. P.S: I don't usually mark classics, so I just decided to post some photos I took this month.

comments:

user1 WE GOT JASON'S FACE REVEAL BEFORE GTA VI

user2 blah blah blah proper name place name backstory stuff

user3 que sí quesito que sí

user4 whatever you say handsome

user5 just here to say that @/yourusername just posted her review of the movie

⤷ user6 idc if they know each other or not, they're my parents ⤷ user7 They would be the perfect couple istg ⤷ user8 mr. Goodreads and miss letterbox, straight from a romcom ⤷ user9 they're married in my head

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photo dump of this week before I got sick Rewatched one of my favorite movies because I couldn't get out of bed and I'm so happy I finally get to talk to you guys about it. Dead Poets Society is my favorite movie of all time, hands down, no hesitations. A masterpiece. It's poetic, it's beautiful, it moves you and it's genuinely the only movie that has made me cry. As always you guys have my complete review in my letterboxd (with spoilers, just in case there's people that haven't watched it yet, in that case I'm so sorry). -💋

comments:

user1 get well soon queen ♥︎ liked by the author

user2 so you got sick, that's why you were so active on social media lately

⤷ yourusername I'm so bored

user3 Dead Poets Society really is THE film

user4 getting sick in July, what's in Gothams air?

⤷ yourusername the real question is: what isn't in Gotham's air? ⤷ user5 WAIT are you from Gotham??? ⤷ user6 one step closer to her and Jason meeting each other and falling in love

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Found the Dead Poets Society book in my local library and, since I never watched the movie and the book is short, I decided to read it. It gets 3 ½ stars. I found it quite plain and, although I think the story is moving, I'm not sure the book captured the feelings that well. Also, some of the characters were quite questionable. Either way, you guys can find my full review on Goodreads. P.S: I think I like this photo dump thing, I might keep doing it.

comments:

user1 I think the same as you Jason, now lets kiss

user2 @/yourusername and him using their post's captions like letter, they're made for each other. She sings it with a kiss, and he uses P.S.

yourusername is this the guy chat??

⤷ user3 ariana what r u doing here???? ⤷ user4 you really don't know the meaning of being nonchalant, don't you ⤷ user5 so this is the level of boredom you reach when sick

yourusername You should really watch the movie, you would rethink those 3 ½ stars you've just gave to my favorite story of all time

⤷ j.todd I don't think the movie would be much more different from the book, taking into account that the book came out after the film.

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Pride and Prejudice. 1 stars. Review in letterboxd. -💋

comments:

user1 okay she's mad

user2 miss ma'am are you alright?

user3 Jason and her might not be dating after all

⤷ user4 idc this has potential for a enemies to lovers ⤷ user5 I think they should kiss, that would fix everything

user6 idk what happened, but please come back and be normal

j.todd we both know that movie is not 1 star movie

⤷ yourusername have you watched it? ⤷ j.todd no, but I've read the book and I know pride and prejudice is not a 1 star story ⤷ yourusername adaptations aren't always loyal to the original source ⤷ j.todd you really are annoying ⤷ yourusername I suggest you read my review on letterboxd ⤷ j.todd I did and it only says "fuck you Jason" ⤷ yourusername fuck you Jason ⤷ user7 this is like seeing my parents divorcing again

When did you think this was a good idea? Maybe when you saw an opportunity to prove you were right about your favourite movie. That the story changed completely by watching it rather than reading it. 

You knew Jason hadn’t liked that one star you had given to Pride and Prejudice. You saw in his goodreads that it was one of his favourite books and decided to watch the movie and give it a low rating just to piss him off. Surprisingly, it worked, because he talked to you after seeing your post. 

And now, waiting for him to arrive at your house, you kept checking the time, fixing yourself, walking around—doing anything to calm yourself down—because you had invited a handsome man to your house without thinking it through first.

Of course you had stalked his account. It hadn’t been until recently that he had started posting pictures of himself, at first all of his posts were the cover of the exact book he had read and then photos of some phrases highlighted. The man was truly a romantic. He mostly read romance novels, but his favourites were the classics. 

You couldn’t help but wonder if he had checked your account too. You posted photodumps more regularly, your account was almost your online diary, so he knew how you looked.

While you were drowned in your own thoughts, Jason had arrived at your building. It was a funny coincidence that you lived in the building right across from Jason’s, and somehow you hadn’t known about each other’s existence until you decided to appear in his comments section. 

Jason swallowed hard before knocking on your door. You opened it, with your hands shaking and your heart pounding aggressively on your chest. Jason was tall—way taller than you had imagined—and he looked like he had come straight out of Fight Club. His leather jacket, a worn black cotton t-shirt, and dark jeans were a very simple outfit—but combined with his piercing greenish-blue eyes, a fading bruise near his right eye, and a white streak on his hair? That man was breathtaking. 

From Jason’s point of view you were a sight too. He had seen your posts, he knew how you looked, but in person you had a magnetic energy that no one could ignore. The only reason for him accepting your proposal, of coming to your house to watch a film, was because he found you attractive. He saw the opportunity, took it and he didn’t regret anything.

“Hi,” he said. 

His voice woke you up from your trance. You moved to the side, letting him into your apartment. 

“I’m Jason, I thought we should introduce each other properly. You have a nice house by the way.” He looked around, scanning your living room and kitchen with detail, like he wanted to find something. “You have a lot of movie posters.”

“Ah! yes. If you ask the correct people that work in the cinema they give one to you for free,” you explained, guiding Jason to your living room.

The movie was already paused on your TV, ready to be watched. Two bowls filled with buttered popcorn sat on the tea table, one for Jason and the other one for you. Once you were settled in the sofa you pressed play.

You couldn’t deny that the first few minutes of the movie were awkward. Jason sat rigid on one end of the couch, looking attentively to the TV, paying attention to everything that happened in the movie. You, on the other hand, kept drifting your gaze from the movie to Jason, to see his reaction, to make sure he liked it. 

And when the scene of the party came, you whispered: “Now look at Knox, poor boy, he didn’t do anything wrong.”

Jason looked at you, smirked, and then turned his attention back to the film. “Well yes, but he still kissed her, and she has a boyfriend,” Jason remarked.

“He kissed her on the head,” you defended.

“Still, that’s not cool and she’s unconscious, I would’ve reacted the same way Chet did.”

And that started a friendly discussion between the two of you. You never stopped talking since then, commenting on everything about the movie, Jason criticizing it—just to see your offended expression—and you refuting everything he said, like you were the director herself. And when the movie ended, you kept talking and talking, until it was past midnight and Jason got a message from someone and told you he had to leave. 

“It’s not a three star story,” you insisted, walking Jason to the front door of your house.

“Four stars,” he rated. You opened your mouth offended.

“Four and a half,” You suggested.

“I think I’ll have to watch it again to see if you’re right,” he smirked, walking out of your apartment. “Thanks for the date, it was nice.”

“It was not…” But Jason had left before he could hear what you had said. 

It might not have been a date, but you had enjoyed Jason’s company, and something inside of you told you that you were going to see each other again, very soon.

six months later

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Sorry I haven't posted in a while, I've been re-reading Pride and Prejudice with my girlfriend, and she's a slow reader, but it was fun to see her reaction to everything that happens in the book. You guys already know this is my favorite book and my review has been up on Goodreads for a while, but you guys have my review of the movie in letterboxd, if you would like to read it.

comments:

user1 HES GOT A GIRLFRIEND

user2 I'm the girlfriend guys chill

user3 his girlfriend just won in life

yourusername I'm not a slow reader????? classics are hard ♥︎ liked by the author

⤷ j.todd whatever you say doll ⤷ user4 THEY'RE TOGETHER ⤷ user5 MY PARENTS ARE BACK TOGETHER ⤷ user6 this means they're now officially dating right? ⤷ user7 the ship became reality ⤷ user8 war is over

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Yes, Pride and Prejudice did not deserve that 1, I'm sorry. My annoying boyfriend insisted on updating my letterbox review and on writing one in Goodreads about the book, so I forced him to download letterboxd, and he has written his very first review there!! -💋

comments:

user1 the hardlaunch is crazy

user2 they both posted the same quote 😭

user3 they're perfect

user4 which book will be your next review about?

⤷ yourusername none 😊

user5 do we get an invitation to the wedding for introducing you to each other thanks to our ship??

j.todd ❤️

⤷ yourusername don't ❤️ me, you told me you weren't coming with me to the cinema this Friday ⤷ j.todd I promise I'll make it up to you ♥︎ liked by the author ⤷ yourusername good boy ⤷ user6 he's obsessed with her

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[janluxe]

BIRTHDAY BOY .ᐟ

august 16th. that's today.

wait. full stop. that's today.

you've been counting down the days for a week straight. everything's ready; from the decorations hanging from the bedroom walls down to every candle on the cake. you even went out of your way to collect his gifts a few days prior and hide them in odd places he wouldn't suspect.

"what're you doing up so late, huh?" solid arms locking around your waist, his face buried into your neck, breath ghosting over the soft skin there. "anything bothering you?"

truth be told, jason didn't hate his birthday, nor did he ignore it on purpose. not even close, but he didn't lose sleep over it either. he's just grown to treat it like any other, ordinary day. never made a big deal out of it, a simple candle on a cupcake would've been more than enough in his book.

but you'd argue he deserves better.

"nothing in particular." you grumble, busy with acting cool and unbothered when his cake waited in the fridge, when his heartbeat thumped against your back. "how was patrol?"

"as per usual." he shrugged. "few robberies here and there." nothing mattered more than this moment. adrenaline wearing off, fatigue catching up while his cologne mixes up with yours.

what's even better, though? noticing how his eyes lit up, each candle's flame reflecting in his eyes like little stars in constellations.

"what's this?" jason stares at the velvety texture of the frosting like it's another riddle that needs solving. already halfway through analyzing how you decorated it; small waves of red frosting bleeding on the pure white on the top and the bottom. only then does he notice the exasperated groan that barely hung from your tongue, and a smile softens his features. the corners of his eyes crinkling with barely contained excitement.

it feels strange. the pure, innocent rush of happiness blooming in his chest — he hasn't experienced anything nearly similar to it ever since... well, moments before everything went south with his biological mother.

"obviously an f-35, genius." you couldn't resist the sarcastic comment, your tone matching his slightly raised pitch, softening into something far more genuine right after. "make a wish, summer boy."

despite himself and the comment right on the tip of his tongue, he indulged. with a soft breath, the candles shivered. now, all that's left are faint, thin lines of smoke disappearing into the apartment, and a lingering smell of burnt wax.

"what'd you—"

"can't tell. it's bad luck, honey."

he looks different under the soft lights, more his age, and that's enough confirmation that you put the right numbers on the cake. shoulders loosening as he moves more comfortably in your space, the endless hours spent on the streets not quite showing their traces on him.

"you organized all this?" he hums, swiping one finger over the frosting and smudging it on the corner of your mouth. close enough that if your tongue darted out, you'd get a taste. "for lil old me?"

but you never get the chance to. not when he closes the distance hanging between you, cake be damned. his head's been full of you-thoughts all day, so reminiscing about the way you taste was on the very top of his to-do list.

and the sugar on you the closest thing he'll get to a slice tonight.

"i got you a gift." you manage to peel yourself off him, take a proper breath under his gaze as jason tilts his head like a lost puppy learning a new word.

"a... gift?" he echoes, dumbfounded for a split second. "you spoil me."

for the record, birthdays in gotham come and go. sometimes a few new wounds, others long silence stretching on forever. but this is entirely new.

you nod, gesturing at the table with a shrug of your shoulder. hidden under old newspaper rests the book you bought just for him; a signed hardcover copy of his favorite author. wrapped up in a pretty silk ribbon. that much can easily give him a heart attack.

"you didn't have to get me anything." he says, cheeks burning, but knowing him, he'd blame it on the heat if you do so much as point out how rosy they grew.

a soft huff of air vibrates in your throat in a familiar rhythm as you mimic his earlier motion, stealing some frosting to mess up his face in return. "did it turn out good?"

you groan in frustration when he catches your wrist without even sparing you a glance, taking your fingers in his mouth and lapping at them with small flicks of his tongue. "it did, baby."

if birthdays are always like this, he might just start looking forward to them every year.

"this is a collector's edition." he scoffs in amazement, too busy reading through the author's exclusive notes to catch a glimpse of you scooping a good amount of cake in your palm before surprising him with another attack to his face.

"happy birthday, jerk."

゛ ⸝⸝.ᐟ ⋆

[bunhush]

ꪮꫀ boyfie! jason todd who comes home from patrol absolutely wrecked. shoulders heavy, knuckles split, body screaming for rest. but the second he steps through the door all that weight starts slipping off him because he knows you’re waiting in his bed.

he leaves the red hood behind in pieces. jacket slumped over the couch like a dead thing, holsters clattering onto the counter, boots kicked halfway down the hall. he doesn’t care about the mess. he just needs you.

the bedroom is dark and warm when he finally crawls in. the mattress sinks deep under his huge frame as he slides behind you, careful even when he’s this exhausted. one thick arm curls around your waist, pulling your back flush against his chest until every inch of him is wrapped around you. he’s sooo big, broad shoulders curving over you, scarred thighs tucked behind yours, but the way he holds you is nothing but gentle.

jason buries his face into the crook of your neck, nose pressed right against your warm skin, and breathes you in like you’re the only oxygen he’s had all night. slow, greedy inhales. you smell like sleep and his shirt and that soft vanilla lotion and home. he lets out this low, broken hum against your throat, lips brushing lazy kisses along the side of your neck, slow and sleepy.

“missed you, baby…” he whispers, voice all gravel and exhaustion, barely above a breath. “fuckin’ needed this.”

his massive hand slips under your (his) shirt, palm splayed wide over your belly, thumb rubbing the softest little circles while he nuzzles closer. he tangles your legs together, curls around you tighter like he’s trying to disappear into you. every tense muscle in his body slowly melts the longer he holds you, chest rising and falling against your back, warm breath tickling your collarbone, lips still pressed to your neck like he can’t bear to pull away even an inch.

ꪮꫀ boyfie! jason todd who’s six foot something of pure muscle and danger, but turns into the clingiest, sweetest giant the second he’s home with you. tucking his face into your neck, hugging you from behind like you’re his whole world, finally letting himself rest because you’re right here in his arms.

he presses one last soft kiss right under your ear, sighs deep, and falls asleep like that. wrapped around you completely safe, warm, and so inlove it hurts.

[spoookyraccoon]

Summary: Jason's girlfriend is quiet during sex. He has no problem with it until Roy teases him over it and now hes determined to get you to moan loudly

Notes: I don't usually write smut so bare with me please! I hope you enjoy and its not cringy lol if you do enjoy please reblog and comment i get way too excited to see what yall think! Kisses 💋

If you celebrate Thanksgiving, happy Thanksgiving! If youre seeing family I hope it goes smoothly for you and if youre celebrating solo I hope you have such a fun time ♥️

Jason never thought twice about you being quiet during sex. You were quiet— not silent, not emotionless, just shy. You were soft. And he loved the Breath hitching, fingers clenching, thighs trembling. He could feel everything you felt, even if you didn’t moan like someone in a cheap Gotham porno.

It never bothered him.

At least it didnt until Roy opened his damn mouth.

They were cleaning guns in the garage when Roy snorted, “Man, does she even like it? You’re quieter than a nun’s class when you two—”

Jason threw a wrench at him. Roy dodged it, cackling.

“Bro, I’m just saying! Girl’s quieter than a library. You must be doing something wrong.”

Jason hated that all he did was punch Roy for talking about you like that. He hated how the words stuck with him. How they followed him home. How they echoed in his head the next time you kissed him and tugged him toward the bedroom.

So now?

Now Jason is on a fucking mission.

To hear you moan. Loudly. Preferably loud enough to make Roy eat his damn words. Maybe loud enough to make the neighbors file a noise complaint.

He starts subtle the first night. Kissing you deeper, kissinf you slower. Touching you like he’s reading you, cataloging every micro-reaction. You’re already panting lightly, lashes fluttering.

“Y’know,” he murmurs against your throat, “I’ve been thinking about something.” Your breath sticks in your chest. “hm?”

“You've been hold back.” His mouth drags hotly along your neck. “You always sound like you’re trying to not make a sound.”

Your fingers tighten in his hair. “Jason…”

“I want the real thing,” he whispers.

Not angry. Not demanding. Hungry.

You don’t answer; but you don’t have to. Your body gives him all the permission he needs.

He gets bolder the next time. And the next.

He learns you moan when he kisses your spine. That you whimper when he bites your shoulder. That you gasp loudest when he praises you, voice low and rough like he’s losing his mind over you.

But he wants more.

So one night, with you under him — hair a mess, lips parted and swollen, eyes completely clouded over—he cages your wrists above your head and leans close enough that you feel every word against your mouth.

“Baby,” he rasps, “I want you to let go. I want everyone to know how good I make you feel. God i need it doll.”

You shiver. “i-I can’t. It’s embarrassing.”

Jason’s expression softens, then darkens in the hottest way. “Embarrassing?” He kisses you slow, deep, filthy. “Sweetheart, your sounds are the best thing I’ve ever heard.”

His hand slips between your thighs, teasing, tempting, controlling.

“You wanna know what embarrasses me?” he whispers. “That Roy thinks I can’t get you to make a single noise. That Roy thinks I don't know how to make my girl feel good.” he growled after saying the words out loud.

Your breath catches — louder this time. He grins.

“There it is,” he murmurs, proud and turned on as hell. “Give me more angel. ”

It becomes a game, a game that he loves.

Jason finds every sound your body makes. Every trigger. Every angle. Every word that pulls a noise out of you even when you try to smother it with your hand — which he always grabs and pins away.

“No hiding,” he tells you. “I want it all.”

And the first time you really lose it — a loud, helpless moan drawn out of you by a combination of praise, his hands, and his cock hitting you just right — Jason freezes.

Not in shock but in absolute triumph.

“That’s it,” he breathes, almost moaning himself. “Fuuuuuck baby, that’s what I want. You're fucking beautiful when you’re not holding back.” He couldn't control his hips as he continued thrust into you until you both exploded.

You’re flushed, shaky, trying to catch your breath. Jason kisses you everywhere — cheeks, throat, chest — like he’s worshipping the noise you just made.

“You know what this means?” he murmurs against your ear. You blink at him, dazed. “W-what?”

He smirks, wicked.

“I’m calling Roy. Right. Now.”

You smack his chest. He laughs, drops the phone, and goes right back to finding ways to make you moan even louder;; purely for “research.”

And maybe its for bragging rights. But mostly its because Jason Todd is now completely addicted to every single sound you make.

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[bat1nsignia]

drabble #3! 18+ mdni, jason todd

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jason loved it when you took control

don’t get him wrong, he loves it when you’re under him. it was a flawless approach to see your beautiful expressions when the tip of his cock would repeatedly hit your cervix over and over, the best way to hear your soft sounds from your swollen lips as you’d decorate his back with nail marks but something about you, sitting perfectly on his lap and taking his cock with your hands cupping his face and tilting it up so you could look at his eyes and whisper praises while riding him into oblivion— now that’s hot “gorgeous” jason panted, hands on your hips as a way to feel more of you when you were rolling your hips just right. he didn’t dare to pry his eyes from yours, looking up with blown eyes. “baby, you’re gorgeous like this-” a moan left from both his lips and yours when his cock brushed a spot in you “mhm” you hummed with an octave slightly higher from the way his cock left no space in your pussy, not stopping your hips. you slowly drag your thumb down his bottom lip and resting it there. “doin’ so good for me jay— mh!” you moaned, feeling his cock hit another angle just right. 

under his heavy pants, jason slowly licked and swirled his tongue on your thumb. the sight was so hot you pulled your thumb away to tilt his head up with both of your hands and meet his lips with a sigh, slowing your hips to deliver deeper motions on his cock as his hands trailed down from your hips to your thighs to keep them spread out moans and pants of your name left him like a mantra as he kissed you sloppily with both pure love and desperation, with murmurs of praises leaving his lips without a thought “the only girl for me” one kiss. “my girl—” and another. “—my pretty girl—” and another. “—takin’ me me so well” nobody save jason peter todd from you because he didn’t need saving— he was right where he wanted to be

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masterlist!

(a/n: saw this one edit on ig with partition and i absolutely went feral.)

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jason todd is a regular at the coffee shop where you work. [ Jason Todd x reader ]

You tend not to remember customers faces. You see hundreds of people a day. In and out they come, barking their orders and looking down at their phones. It’s as if you don’t exist, or at least you only exist for the purpose of benefiting the people you make coffees for. Customer service. You have no purpose to these people outside of this shop, away from this counter and this coffee machine. You don’t remember customers faces, but something about him sticks around. He’s tall, handsome, covered in the soft white lines that indicate a fighter. And the white streak in his hair, that was memorable too. But most of all, it was the respect he showed you. The eye contact he made, the questions he asked.

“Morning ma,” he steps up to the counter, and again, he’s just so tall. His chest is broad, and blocks out the line behind him as he looks at the menu.

“Morning,” you say, trying to not stare too much “what can I get you today?” It’s at this point that men either snap their order or request a smile.

“How are ya?”

You blink, “I’m…alright. How are you?”

He smiles, white teeth flashing bright. “M’good.” He flits his eyes away from you to look at the menu again. “Can I please get a tea? English breakfast if possible.”

You tap it into your POS machine, thoughts and feelings now gathered. “totally possible. Did you want milk and sugar?”

“Yes to milk, no thank you to sugar.” He runs a finger across a small crack on the counter, something you do when you clean up after work.

“Alright then, and what’s the name for that one?” You don’t know why your stomach twists as you ask. Maybe because he’s an extremely attractive guy and it feels like you’re flirting even though you’re not.

“Jason.”

You nod and slide the pay machine over to his side of the counter. Jason looks at it for a second and then back up to you with a sheepish smile.

“I was actually wondering if I could pay with cash? Is that alright?”

And just like that you’re flustered again, “Oh! Yes, sorry I should have asked.” You fumble to take the machine back to your side, cancelling the payment. “That will be $5.50.”

From behind Jason you can hear the next man in line mumble something along the lines of “fucking ditz.” and you can’t help the cringe of embarrassment that falls across your face as you take the cash from Jason’s hand.

You lock eyes with Jason as he steps back, and steps down hard on the foot of the man behind him. It seems intentional, but you can’t be sure. He smiles as the man yelps out, attempting to push Jason forward. But he’s an immovable object. You peer over the counter and swear you see Jason grinding his heel down into the man’s toes, before stepping off.

The man begins to cuss him out, and Jason turns slightly, passive expression on his face. “Oh sorry, I’m just such a ditz.”

If you weren’t sure the action was on purpose before, you sure are now. And the injured man seems to realise this as well. He shuts up quick, and you try to hide your smile as Jason exits the line.

-

The next time Jason shows his face in the shop, you rush to fix your hair, and your apron in the reflection of a spoon. Then you make haste to the till before your coworker can get there first.

It’s quieter today, less of a line. When he reaches the counter he asks you how you are again, and you stumble for an answer just like the first time.

“Alright, yeah, good. You?” You want to curl up into a ball and die.

“I’m better now.” He smiles, and your stomach flies up to your throat. He’s flirting. Is he flirting?

You let out a bashful chuckle before glancing down at the till. “That’s good. What can i get you today?”

“A tea if possible.”

“Totally possible” god you’re getting Deja vu. The conversation from the beginning of the week is repeating itself. “English breakfast, milk no sugar?” You offer and then feel like a creep for having remembered his order.

Jason chuckles though, and you hope he feels flattered rather than frightened. “Yeah, that’s right.”

You watch his hand slide into the pocket of his cargo pants and pull out exact change for the order. “You need my name or do you remember that too?”

His fingers brush yours as he hands over the cash, and with a daring spark you say, “I remember.”

-

Jason begins to come into the shop more frequently after that. He shows his face multiple times a week, looking just as good every time. The more you see him the more you are able to pinpoint new bruises and cuts on his skin. He looks beaten down some days, or tired, and you itch to ask him what he does for a living that could possibly have him in this state. The day he comes in with a dark bruise on his cheekbone, it hits you that Jason Todd, your favourite customer, might not be so innocent after all.

"I'd love to see the other guy." you say when he steps up to the counter, unable to mind your business. Jason looks at you confused for a moment and you wish you'd kept your mouth shut. "The um..." you gesture to your own face, and he seems to understand where you're coming from. His hand comes up to his cheekbone, but he doesn't touch the bruise. It must hurt like hell.

"Oh, that. Yeah. The other guy is...yeah." He almost looked as if he was about to say "the other guy is dead." but he doesn't, and you have to be overthinking this. There's no way your customer crush is ordering an English breakfast tea after a night of murdering someone. Right?

"You wanting the usual today?" you ask, trying to change the subject.

"Yes ma'am." he hands over the cash and you notice his knuckles split open and bruised as his hand grazes yours. You stare a little too long at them and Jason tucks his hand into the pocket of his jacket.

"Slow day?" he asks, and you bring your eyes to his, nodding.

"Yeah, real slow." you put the cash into the till, and move off to start making his tea. "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable, I'm not usually so nosey." you say sheepishly, and you almost choke on your own breath as Jason leans across the pick up counter.

"All good ma, I know you didn't mean anything by it."

Despite your previous statement, you pry just a little more.

"Are you okay though? Can I ask that?" you fumble with a stack of paper cups that have decided to stick together, almost dropping them on the floor. Not smooth or sexy of you.

"Don't worry about me, honey. I'm good." He's using more nicknames that usual today, though your conversations with him often don't go beyond his order. So this is new, and exciting.

"If you say so." you shrug, sliding his tea the short distance over to him. He doesn't move an inch off the counter, just stays there with his large forearms in perfect view. "Thank you." he says, wrapping one large hand around the paper cup.

"It makes you look tough, for what it's worth." you mumble, wiping down the spaces behind the counter. Jason raises a brow, taking a sip of his tea.

"Did I not look tough before?" Jason asks cheekily, and you shake your head at his teasing.

"You know that's not what I meant."

Jason tilts his head at you, and the expression on his face is so attractive you could faint. "Then what did you mean?"

You have enough restraint to not fall into his trap, and you flick the cloth you’re holding at him. "Are you flirting with me Jason?"

Jason doesn't waste a beat. "Yes." then after a moment "Is it working?"

You pretend to think it over, retying your apron as if you have all the time in the world to spare. Jason stares you down with intent until you finally answer, trying to keep the smile away from your face. "Definitely."

He takes another sip of his tea, a little smug. “Good. When do you get off?"

You raise your eyebrows at him, shocked at his forwardness. “Excuse me?" You take a step back from the counter, and watch Jason’s eyes widen as he registers his error.

A tint of red floods his face for a moment or two before he recovers. "When do you get off work, I mean. Fuck, sorry."

“Oh,” You like the look of him flustered. It makes him seem softer, less put together than you thought. "At five," you say rubbing your hands on the front of your apron. You probably shouldn't be telling a stranger this. A stranger with cuts and bruises that make him look rather dangerous especially.

"Great." Jason pushes off from the counter, standing to his full height again. You're shocked by it every time you see him, but tilt your head as nonchalantly as you can, looking up at him. "I'll pick you up at five." he states, moving toward the door before you can fully process the words.

"Wait what?" is the only thing you can manage to blurt out.

Jason's hand is already on the door handle, his tea grasped in the other. "I'll see you at five," he's halfway out the door before he turns back, as if remembering something. "You okay with motorcycles?"

You scoff incredulously at him, "Not at all."

Jason chuckles, his eyes scanning over you one last time before he leaves. "Then this will be fun."

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