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Okay so I’m an actual librarian and the fucking Jason Todd one shot you just published made me giggle with delight. I love the story time idea, but I raise you: librarian reader falls asleep at desk while reading. From personal experience, book reading on your own is instant sleep mode.

- library lover 📚

asldjfaslkdf I don't have enough brewing to make a full story but:

Jason sliding in after patrol and finding you slumped over on the couch, book propped open on your chest and head tilted back against the cushions

He takes a picture of course

He gently takes the book off of and makes sure to locate your bookmark because you would cry if he lost your place

Jason makes a mental note to read the book after you so you could tell him all about it

He slides one arm over your shoulders and the other under your knee before planting a kiss to your forehead and carrying you to bed

That photo totally becomes his home screen picture despite your best efforts of deleting it

Congrats on 2000 followers!!! In celebratioj, is it alright if I could get a dahlia bouquet with burlap packaging, and just a little lace?

you’re cute

jason could watch you do this for hours, you looked so peaceful and calm and he could live in this moment for another hundred hours. in reality you were doing nothing but folding your laundry. but the odd feel of domesticity healed a broken part inside him.

you walked around the room, putting the clothes away. he was on bed rest, per your instruction until his ankle was no longer swollen. you had wrapped it for him earlier, kissing his cheek and thanking him for letting you take care of him.

he held you in his arms for hours after that, he fell asleep, focused on your breathing while you slept in his arms.

promises whispered in your ear until he feel asleep.

jason loved you like plants love water, or poets love words. he couldn’t love anyone the way he loved you.

jason wasn’t good with his words, not like you were. he tried, he tried because he knew you deserved it, to hear how good you are. how well you treat him, how much he loves you.

“i love you.”

“you’re beautiful.”

“you’re doing great.”

you couldn’t help the smile that broke out on your face when he said these things. you knew, understood how hard it was for him to communicate his feelings.

but you understood him, trusted him. love him. all the same.

you didn’t speak about the flowers that sat on the counter that week he had to leave gotham so urgently because of some link to the mob in metropolis.

or the way he’d fuck you so gently sometimes because he wanted to make you feel his love with every movement.

but you knew.

he loved you for it all. you wouldn’t put on the spot by bringing up vulnerability he wasn’t ready for. but you loved him all the same.

I just love thinking about jason x reader

Big bulky jason who has so much trauma and issues and needs and why would you even dedicate your entire life being patient and kind with him

But that same jason refuses to let u out the bed. The jason that will press Your feet after HE is the one who just went crime fighting

Jason who Hates being separated on his days off and will sit beneath the table between your legs hugging your waist with his on your thighs if you're doing work or meeting or studying

Jason who literally Hates work, vengeance, revenge, mafia stuff , crime fighting , saving the world ..basically anything that makes him spend time away from you.

Jason who prolly just leaves all this behind and genuinely works at processing his trauam . Becomes a literature teacher in a nice university. Settles down with you and have a normal life...give you the life you deserve

Not before saving up enough from mafia/batpay to give you the best luxury

Jason who just wants to stare at you , Hold you, get kisses from you forever

Jason Todd doesn’t want to spend more time than he needs to at the manor. He’s there solely because Alfred asked for him; the less he saw of everyone else, the better. But, in retrospect, Jason thinks, spending hours in Bruce’s presence would be better than this – better than the supposed gift Alfred gave him. 

Piles and piles of letters you’d written him since his death now lay spread out across his bed. Some were borderline incoherent, and even the ones that weren’t rendered on incoherent halfway through, when you’d begin blaming yourself for not being able to help him, to heal him, how your powers failed you that day. 

He could tell you’d poured hours into these letters – never believing he’d ever read them. There was not a single letter that was free from having the ink smudged along the pages. 

Alfred’s words still haunted him. 

“There are recent ones in there as well. Even after they’d left Gotham, every month, without fail they’d arrive. It used to be more, but Dick talked to them. I thought you deserved to see them, they’re addressed to you after all.” 

Alfred was wrong. He didn’t deserve this. He didn’t deserve the hours of pain, love and remorse you’d probably put into writing these. Not when he believes he’s no longer the boy you once knew. But your words are forever imprinted in his mind. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t get to say goodbye.”

He’s sorry too, because right now, he’s too scared, too much of a coward he believes, to confront you. To explain what happened. 

So, instead, he will dissect your letters, every single thought you’ve had since his death, everything you were unable to tell him. He will memorise your penmanship, and the words that followed, till he can recall them from memory. You’re an unbending force, calling out to him, to reread your letters, and he will, as he waits for the next ones to arrive. 

And maybe, when his feelings build up, and it gets too much, he’ll take the leap and try to find you. He’s not ready to confront you, not yet, but he needs to see you, just once. So, instead, he’ll allow himself small mercies to see you, in his own way.  And if that means watching you through your window as you pen your next letter, or tracking your movements during the day, then so be it. One day, he hopes, he can write back to you. 

You’re sorry you couldn’t say goodbye, he’s sorry for not giving you the chance to.