#and caramel stuff

[stararch4ngelqueen]

Leather Weather

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Time written-4:10 p.m

Jason Todd/fem!reader fluff (featuring off brand Starbucks, something stupid inspired from my lack of caffeine)

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The rain was nice, not enough to weigh down clothes, scarcely enough to wreak havoc on your hair.

A solemn, constant drizzle emitted from dark, pillowy clouds, growing darker throughout the day.

It was cold, though. A solid 61 degrees.

You weren’t too sure if it was rain or tiny shards of ice that pommeled your cheeks, the chill leaving you too concerned about it to care.

Can we go get coffee? You texted Jason from your couch slouch, a blanket comfortably shielding your toes from the chill.

A solid six seconds pass before an echo of a yell erupts from your bedroom.

“You could’ve walked about twenty steps to come ask me!”

You stifle a giggle before opening your phone again, typing your response on screen before hitting send.

Too lazy. Can we take Batmobile?

Pure silence invades the space of your home before you finally get a response. Patience, as it’s known, brings great rewards.

Ok.

Some amusing demon on your shoulder insisted Jason would be incredibly casual about bringing a limousine to take you to get coffee. Or worse.

Only someone like Dick would be crazy to bring a party bus with stripper poles. No one would be silly enough to deny it much.

“Here.” A heavy, thick weight plasters over both your shoulders. A fairly strong scent of cologne you had bought for his birthday wafted through your nose, making your heart flutter.

His leather jacket protects your body from a majority of the rain, whilst the grey cotton hoodie shields your hair. The cherry to this was the pleasantly long sleeves hanging past your fingertips.

You would think you’d have to beg to borrow his jacket, but it would be on your body before the thought even comes to mind. He enjoys seeing you in his clothes, especially one of his old leather jackets, with sweater lining inside to make it just the right amount of cozy.

“Bruce still makes you work in this weather?” You question the vigilante as he runs his hand through his damp hair, tilting his head back on the headrest with a sigh.

“Yep.”

He peers out the window, watching the rain ripple down along the surface. “Don’t get me started on how it all works. I know it’s cold, but the suit helps me deal with it.”

Gotham weather such as this, paired with the early afternoon before the work rush buzz kicks in lead to semi empty streets, making it quite a smooth ride towards the favorable coffee shop.

“I know what you’re gonna say,” Jason chides shortly before you could sit up in your set and breeze the drive thru menu,

“Got it memorized up in here,” he taps along his temple. “But don’t kill me if they misplace one sprinkle, alright?”

“We’ll see,” you dramatically tease, slouching back in your seat once more. After a three car wait, Jason comes to order your drink first, leaving you focus on various raindrops grouping together before rippling down along the windshield.

“That’s it?” You chime after hearing Jason confirm the order the attendee repeated back to him.

“What?” Jason glances over whilst pulling out his wallet.

“A chai tea?” You say with furrowed brows. “That’s it?”

Jason blinks, slowly pulling out some cash.

“Yeah?” He nearly hesitates, responding with utter confusion. “Technically babe, it’s just chai. That means tea.”

“Yeah, I know, but that’s all you’re gonna get??”

He keeps quiet, unsure how else to respond.

“Yeah. It tastes good.” He shrugged, keeping his attention focused on the car in front him.

He extends his hand to grasp two paper cups with beige sleeves and signature, rich green logo. You sip your drink nearly on the spot, humming in delight.

“Perfect.”

“Dessert in a cup, more like.” Jason mutters under his breath as he pulls back onto the road.

“It’s delicious,” you insist as you take your cup, seeing him roll his eyes. “Don’t judge me cause you order boring drinks.”

“Chai is good, okay? It’s not complicated, an’ I like it.”

You stare ahead, biting the inner corner of your cheek in thought before taking another sip of your hot drink.

“You raise your pinkie sometimes,” you broadly state, your gaze just as fixated on the road as his.

“You slurp obnoxiously loud for your no reason.” Jason chides in retaliation to your statement.

“Says the guy who drinks solid black coffee seven times a week.”

“You order vanilla bean frappes thinking they have coffee in it, an’ they don’t!”

“So??”

“You’re literally drinking blended milk, babe!”

“Sometimes that’s all I need!” An involuntary giggle at such an ear sore of an amusing conversation takes place. “Come on, Jay. The stigma of guys ordering something other than coffee—“

“It’s not that,” He quickly insists, huffing a little. “Believe me, it ain’t. It just looks like an overcomplicated menu, hurts my eyes tryin’ to understand it all.”

“When Christmas comes around, you’re gonna try the Christmas Cookie. Or the candycane. It’s delicious, you’ll love it—“

“You namin’ desserts, or..?”

“Drinks. C’mon, you like peppermint.”

Jason dramatically exhales at a stoplight, bringing his drink to his lips. “I do like peppermint.”

He glanced at you, a short smile brushing along his lip as you sip your drink with scrunched leather sleeves pushed up to your wrists. “Is it good?”

“Perfectly,” you smile at him. A picture of beauty.

“Thank you, Jason.”

“I gotcha sweetheart,” Jason smiles, watching your content expression unfold as the warmth of your overtly sweetened drink fills you with such joy.

His hand settles along your thigh on the drive home.

A warm drink, a warm seat and the warm coat of a loving man. A car ride home couldn’t get better than this.

“You wanna check out Barnes and Noble?” Jason proposes.

“Oh, fuck yeah.”

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Photo of a Caramel crow called Blondie, from 2017.

https://corvidresearch.blog/tag/blond-crow/

[chocolatebonboncookie]

Cookie run yuri with opposite aesthetics my beloved 💕

[dapper-lil-arts]

Doing some more funny doodles for an upcoming ytp I'm making. That top one is inspired by this absolute banger

[fencecollapsed]

the caramel frappe thing is genuinely really cute to me, I like to think Bill said there's nothing better than a caramel frappe One Time and it stuck in Paul's brain forever. Paul only likes black coffee but he assumes everyone else likes caramel frappes because they're Bill's favorite and Paul likes Bill

[technic-spec]

im lizard

[smallpwbbles]

Ello! I love all the animations and drawings you make about sonic, they all look so well^^

Just wondering tho, do you have your own story your working on that isnt fanfic or aus? Would love to see the stuff you make!

Have my specific OC's Breezie and Caramel who I'd love to make a 10 min pilot for someday they're just two dorks in their early 20s trying to survive after college/Uni , also I have an OC blog @smolfog if you'd like to check that out

[velvetjump]

Oathkeeper's Hwarot graphics

──★ requested  𝜚

totes didnt js copy and paste the name of the costume.. & ive been wanting this costume so bad shes SO ADORABLE </3

f2u　◌　credit appreciated　 ⏜ ۫ . ⟡

[a-s-levynn]

dripping like gold on a ruin of a soul

[dreamyblanket]

Sorry guys, wafer on the brain, it's terminal u.u

Anyway, I'll elaborate on this in the tags bc omg I'm going to yap your metaphorical ear off.

[telafel]

Some more sketches

[rei-does-stuff]

Comic dump

[natsuki-bakery]

𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐄

꒰ྀི F2U but credits needed ◞ ྀི　︶　 ྀི◟ NO repost ꒱ྀི

𐔌ᥩྀི 𓏼 ◜ - ◝ 𓏼꒱ྀི১ baked by 𓎢𓎡 @natsuki-bakery

[fencecollapsed]

started thinking about BillPaul but they're lord servants in the black and white,,, Pokey servant infected Paul and Blinky servant all-seeing Bill,,,

if Bill has retained more of his old self but corrupted by the power he has. Blinky made a deal with him that Alice would always be safe and he uses his power to constantly check on her. in exchange he acts as a replacement for Blinky's thousandth eye that Alice took - Bill has to fill in those gaps for Blinky that missing that eye causes

and Paul is so so different, classic infected Paul. mindless and happy and singing and obedient. he's a shell of who he used to be, but he really likes being around Bill for some reason. cares about his wellbeing a weird amount for someone whose only other thoughts are appeasing Pokey. when they cross paths he follows Bill around singing little tunes at him

Bill has complicated feelings around Paul because on one hand that's his buddy, and on the other hand that's NOT his buddy... Paul's so empty in the eyes, and Bill never thought he'd miss his complaining but he does. it's nice to see a familiar face right in front of him though. he likes having the company. and Paul is... a little friendlier this way. he's getting used to it

Blinky and Pokey let them see each other every now and then to keep them both compliant. when everything Bill sees gets overwhelming Paul lays Bill's head in his lap and sings for him. it gives him something else to focus on while his eyes are closed. and when the music in Paul's head gets too loud, or his old, bad memories start to surface, Bill dances with him, or sits with him and tells him about all the things he can see

what if they were irreversibly changed and taken as playthings by cosmic beings and they were both boys!!!!

[rudy-redd]

we all remember caramel, yea?

[w3ndytheraccoon]

Posted this on twt already but I thought I should post this here too

Fave cookies bingo :3

Have fun :D