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Serial Hand-Kisser

a man who yearns is a man who earns

i have so many jason todd drabbles over this but here is a favorite i wrote 😌 linked here

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In honor of the Ides of March approaching, here’s the trash can I wrote on 2 years ago and only touch up in March

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This blog is pro tits and anti Nazi

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jason todd is a yearner

he acts all tough, but when he's alone, he's rereading old texts, staring at pictures, or absentmindedly tracing over something you left behind—like your handwriting on a sticky note or a hoodie you forgot at his place (everything reminds him of you)

he has the worst habit of staying up at night (insomnia lol), thinking about you. maybe he should call? maybe he should just show up? would that be too much? (he does it anyway)

jason plays it cool, but the moment his you initiate any sort of physical contact—holding his hand, running fingers through his hair—he practically melts (not that he’d ever admit it)

when he's away from you for too long, he catches himself glaring at couples holding hands on the street, muttering about how "some people just love to rub it in, huh?" (he just misses you)

when he’s out on patrol, beating up criminals, the second he hears a notification going off on his phone, he's checking to see if it's you (if it’s not, he sighs and aggressively shoves his phone back into his pocket)

he alway finds excuses just to see you- "oh, i was just in the neighborhood.” (he wasn't) “you left something at my place.” (you didn’t) “i thought you called me" (lies.)

sometimes he just stares off dramatically, thinking about you. roy has caught him sighing at the moon once (it was humiliating)

if you fall asleep around him, that’s when he lets his guard down. ge’ll brush ypur hair out of your face, press the lightest kiss to your forehead, and whisper things he’d never say when you're awake (cause how can he when everytime he looks at you, you take his words away?)

jason todd is a yearner.

enjoy this while i work on the others hngh <3 trying a new style this time

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domestic jason <33

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random wolverine post? more likely than you think

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Everyone is like "what would Steph's reaction to know Cass hallucinates about her," meanwhile I'm like, "what would Cass' brothers think?" Can totally picture Jason laughing in Tim's face as Tim realizes his sister might just be in love with his ex

Even funnier if they're all like "I thought this was normal???"

Cass: *admits to hallucinating about Steph*

Damian: Doesn't everyone? Before I do anything, I vividly imagine what Grayson would say.

Duke: I picture Izzy.

Tim: Similar boat here. I'm dating Bernard but I do it with Kon all the time. Not sure why.

Dick: My little voice is Alfred because let's be real, he's the only one worth listening to.

Jason: Mine is Bruce. I hate it.

Bruce, walking in: What are you all talking about?

Tim: Who we hallucinate when we have to make an important decision.

Cass: Who's yours?

Bruce: No one.

Dick: That explains a lot.

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late night dreaming

jason todd x reader

do not repost my work to any other site OR put it into ai. thanks

jason todd who never thought he’d leave gotham.

jason todd who thought he was the only one who could save Gotham- that he had to stay there until the day he died. no matter the abuse, this was his city to protect, to clean up.

to make whole again.

then you wormed your way into his heart. every time he saw you, you clawed deeper and deeper into his soul, planting yourself firmly in the center of his heart. it wasn’t long before his mind started to change.

not because of his need to save gotham going away- that would always be a part of him, but there was something more important. something he found far more value in.

his nights with you.

the quiet hum of the ac in your dingy apartment has become the soundtrack of his nights. before you- it would’ve pissed him off. but he couldn’t find it in him to care when you were curled against him, breathing quietly.

jason went out on patrol less. he felt more pulled to the safety of your apartment, your arms- that cheap tea you made him that was better than anything alfred’s ever handed him (he will never admit that out loud because it will KILL that old man). he’d joked, telling you he was turning into a lapdog. not that he minded.

jason wanted to let it all go. give it up- run away with you, if you could even call it that. but you knew jason. knew it would hurt him- his pride, at least, if he slipped away from being a vigilante and escaped to something more… civvie. you tried to make him go out more- do what you knew he had to do. but it didn’t work. his priorities had shifted, unbeknownst to you.

jason held you close, studying you as you slowly drifted off. “have you ever thought about leaving?” he whispered, fingers tracing over the freckles on your arm.

you hummed- eyes fluttering open. “you? never.”

his chest rumbled with laughter, smiling down at you. “not me, baby. gotham. you always talk about hating it here… why don’t we leave?”

you sat up, brows furrowed. “jason you can’t leave? what about-” his hand cupped your cheek, a genuine smile pulling at his lips. “i wanna give you a good life, i’m… i’m tired, sweetheart. i think..” he droned off, unable to say the words out loud. he wanted to quit.

you pressed your forehead against his, fingers dancing through the hair at the nape of his neck. “two weeks. think about it for two weeks, then tell me if you’re still tired, okay?” that made it easier, jason thought. he wasn’t being forced out of it. he wanted to leave- to give you a better life. any time he went on patrol it felt like you were left an open target. if something happened to you, he’d fall apart.

jason made his decision that night, staring into your eyes. but, he waited two weeks- planning a move somewhere he knew you’d love. where he knew you’d feel safer. because for you? giving this up was worth everything.

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Canonically we know that Cass pictures what Steph would tell her in those dire moments where she needs to make sense of her emotions

But what if she pictures Steph in those not-so-dire moments too. Like Steph is just the stopper in all her impulsive thoughts

Cass: *sniffs a bath bomb*

Cass: Ooh. Smells like cupcakes.

Steph's voice in her head: Don't.

Cass: *lifts it to her mouth*

Steph with a metaphorical spray bottle: No! Bad girl! Put that down!

Cass, pouting: Fine.

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Damian trying on Jon's glasses for the first time and Jon is just like "god dammit... he's still pretty" like it genuinely frustrates him lol

I had to draw it, it's valentine's day!!!🗣️💖✋‼️

I'm trying a new art style too. Well, idk if it's different enough from my usual art style to be considered a new art style but...

Yeah.