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damian: why'd you shoot that man? i think he's dead

jason: he was pulling out his weapon

damian: what are you, a cop?

jason on the verge of tears: i'm so proud of you, but never compare me to a cop again

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YES. BODYGUARD JASON TODD.

He's used to being looked over, just seen as meat & muscle (he doesn't mind, it's part of the job) but you're the first "job" who actually sees him, talks to him, makes him laugh 🫠 he doesn't know what he'll do if someone actually tries to put their hands on you 🙂

hiiii aud thank you for the scrumptious jaybird thoughts <3 so begins my bodyguard!Jason agenda!

bodyguard!jason todd x gn!reader. fluff, pining, and tension so thick you could cut it with a batarang.

All fics are reblogged to @sanguinelibrary

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"Y'know, I think you just keep me around to carry your bags."

You grin over your shoulder where the Red Hood trails behind you, always five paces behind. Your takeout bag is in one hand, your new shirts in another. He wears a red mask over the lower half of his face, like always. Only seeing his eyes used to unnerve you, but now it's a comfort, finding his gaze in a crowd.

"That's not true. I also keep you around for something nice to look at," you say.

He tilts his head. Your belly flutters. "Flattery will get you nowhere, trouble."

"Flattery got me outside of my hotel, Red."

He sighs. "Tricking the hotel concierge doesn't count."

You laugh. "Sure it does. I think it does." You stick your arm out. "Will you walk next to me?"

"You know my rule."

"But you can easily cover me if you're next to me! And I'm so good at ducking. See?"

You duck and straighten a few times in a row to demonstrate. A few people stare. You ignore them. Hood's eyes crinkle in a way that tells you he's smiling.

"Mm, incredible technique. Wonder who taught you that. A ruggedly handsome bodyguard, perhaps?"

"Always hungry for the credit," you say. "Despicable."

"Ain't I?"

You turn around and stop. He stops five paces behind. You take a step forward. He takes a step back.

"I wanna see your face when we talk," you say, face pinched.

"Not in public, trouble. It's for your safety. You know that."

"Can't you come a little closer?"

None of your friends are like this with their personal guards. A moment from a friend's birthday party resurfaces when she'd given you an odd look.

It's almost like you'd rather be with him than us. You know he's just doing his job, right?

Hood stays exactly where he is. "This is the ideal spot for covering you. Now, c'mon. Thought you wanted to shop."

You sigh and let your arms flop to your sides. He must be nervous today. You can't imagine why.

"Fine. Be that way."

You hurry ahead. Hood doesn't lag behind. Stupid long-legged bodyguard.

"You can be mad at me as long as you stay safe," he says.

You turn again, about to really bitch about how strict he's being. But his proximity stops you short. He's inched closer, so close that you can properly see his eyes.

"This close enough for you?" he asks.

Hood's eyes are warm in the light, mossy and rich. His lashes and brows are dark and thick. Once or twice, you've seen a splash of freckles across his nose. The bridge of his nose is crooked like it's been broken one too many times.

Dear God, you yearn to know him.

Your stomach does more flips. Hood watches you, half-lidded.

"What're y'doing, trouble?"

His voice is soft, the way it gets when he's trying to smooth over a tiff between you. You can't figure out why he does that. You always get over it. And so does he. He has no choice.

"I'm looking at you, Red," you say.

"Yeah? What're y'lookin' at me for?"

"'Cause I want to."

He blinks. "Me? Not much to look at."

You look at each other for another minute. The want bubbles up again, spills out of your mouth before you can stop it.

"Please walk next to me," you say. "I need to know you're there."

He leans in to speak, black curl tumbling over his forehead. He smells sweet, like apples and spice. You almost appreciate the danger in your life because it keeps you in the Red Hood's line of sight.

"Wha's the matter? Y'nervous? I'm right here."

Oh, you're nervous, alright. Just not in the way he thinks. The way you ought to be.

You turn around. For your sake and his.

"Not nervous. Just... just... never mind. You pick where we go next, Red."

"It's your day. 'M just the driver," he says.

"If you won't walk next to me, the least you can do is pick where we go."

"The least I can do, huh?"

It's clear he isn't going to choose. So you watch him instead. You turn the corner and sneak glances over your shoulder. You don't care much about shopping anymore anyway. It's only an excuse to go out. To be alone with him.

Your answer comes. It's only for a split second, but you catch it anyway. He taught you to notice things after all. Says it could be the difference between living and dying.

You immediately change course. Hood follows you easily, and you breeze through the bookstore's entrance. You sneak a look to gauge his reaction. He's looking around, but that could just be him clocking the exits and obstacles. You grab his hand. He looks at your joined hands, then at you.

"Feeling lost?" he asks.

"No. Just trying to keep you present. Nothing’s gonna happen in a bookshop, Red."

That crease in the middle of his forehead returns. "'S my job to plan for the worst. Keeping you safe is the only thing that matters."

"Not the only thing."

His eyebrows rise. "Whaddya talking about? 'Course it is."

You look at your joined hands. This is bad. This is really, really bad. You'd might as well pull your heart out of your chest and let Hood carry that too.

You start to walk, fingers slipping out of his. Hood doesn't try to rejoin them.

He stays closer in here, close enough that you can talk quietly and smell his apple pie scent.

"What do you like to read?" you ask.

Hood glances at you. "Clocked that about me, did you?"

"I was taught by the best," you say sweetly.

He hums. Doesn't joke or laugh. Just makes a soft sound. It's not often you render him speechless.

"I loved Frankenstein as a kid. I always hoped he'd love his monster, but..."

Hood disappears for a moment, lost in his head. You take his hand, heart be damned.

"My... my dad used to read it to me," he says. "One time I asked if he'd love the monster anyway. He promised he would."

"Red?"

He looks at you again. His eyes are wild. Sometimes, it seems like they glow.

"Someone's devotion to our monstrous parts is something we all want," you say.

You rub his knuckles. He flinches, like he's forgotten where he is. 

You spend more time in the bookstore. Hood attracts a few stares, like always, but you're left alone. He carries your shopping without complaint, without strain, and you wonder if your friend was right, if this is just a job.

You buy a special edition of Frankenstein under his attention. Then you turn around and hand him the book. He keeps it under his arm.

"Ready to head back? Y'hungry?"

"That's for you," you say.

"Hm? What is?"

"The book. It's for you, Red."

Silence. The second time that you've stunned the words out of him. You're on a roll.

"Y'don't have to do that," he says, gentle as can be.

"It's a present for you. A thank you."

Hood shakes his head. "You don't need to thank me for protecting you. Just doing my job."

"I'm thanking you for being my friend. Because... you are, right? My friend?"

This time, Hood's eyes on you are heavy. You wonder if he can see your heart beating, see your belly fluttering, see the real reason why you get nervous around him.

"Yeah, trouble," he says, book cradled to his chest like it's precious cargo. "I'm yours."

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Close To You

Jason Todd x female!reader

A/N: so I wrote more of this little story I’ll post a second part but I just wanted to post since it had been a while. This is inspired by Amazing Spider-Man 2 when Gwen and Peter break up so ya :p

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“I need you to go.”

His tone was flat almost no trace of emotion but you could see the stress behind his eyes. Like something was eating him from the inside out and he couldn’t tell you about it, it felt like he was pushing you away as of late so hearing him say this out of nowhere sent an ache searing through your chest like a branding iron.

“ you need me to go? “ You said confused not sure where this is all coming from.

“Look y/n..it’s not safe here in Gotham..there’s always something. I think you’d be safer if you just moved away and-“

You cut him off not understanding why in the middle of your dinner date he pulled you outside to tell you to move away.

“Jason, what the hell are you talking about? There’s crime everywhere! I could move to Bludhaven, Star-city, Metropolis. It wouldn’t matter I wouldn’t be safe anywhere so what makes Gotham any different?!” Your eyebrows knit together as he looks at you, worry and frustration painted across his face.

His eyebrows furrow as he sighs closing his eyes and rubbing his hands down his face.

“I….we should…I-“

He stammers a bit and you can feel it coming and you don’t want to believe it.

“Jason please just talk to me-“

“I think we should break up.” His tone is cold as he stuffs his hands in his jacket pockets looking at the ground.

“W-what?” You say in disbelief. All the work you both have put into this relationship and now it’s Valentine’s Day and he’s breaking up with you like it’s nothing? Throwing it all away? Just like that with no explanation. Asking you to leave Gotham.

“Please just..I love you..y/n..” he sucks in deep breath his chest inflating as he does so, stepping closer to you, he cups your cheeks with both of his hands. His cologne wafting towards your nose mixed with the scent of mint gum.

“I love you so much that I’m giving you an out..t-to..leave Gotham and start somewhere new, somewhere safer. Please just listen to me.” He’s practically begging you to go but he won’t give you a real reason why other than Gotham being unsafe and how much crime has gone up, but you knew that about the city before you knew Jason.

“I’m not going anywhere and whatever this is isn’t going to make me leave.” You snap at him, your anger was at the surface and you wanted so hard to stay calm but he was pushing you away and it wasn’t helping that he just broke up with you.

“You know what..no..I break up with you.” You say jabbing a finger into his chest. It was hard for you to do but if this was how it was going to be at least you can say you broke it off.

That night you took an Uber home. Jason didn’t want to upset you more by arguing about so the least he could do was order it for you and make sure you in the car okay.

This was the start of Jason watching you.

Weeks had gone by since you broke up but he couldn’t bring himself to stay away. Being a vigilante he had to have the city’s best interest at heart, fight crime all that nonsense but you were more important. Sometimes when he’d be on patrol he’d kick himself for not telling you about his double life, but it was for your safety. He’d follow you to all your normal spots and he always made sure to camp on the rooftop across from your job the last few hours of your shift to make sure you were alright and then he’d follow you home on his bike trailing several cars away never letting you leave his sights. It was hard but he couldn’t live with himself if something happened to you. Sometimes when you went out you were a little dumb he’d watch you walk down an alleyway because “it was quicker than the street way” and tailing you would be some grimy asshole looking for a good time.

“Awe come on y/n you know better than this” he said to himself with a disappointed sigh as he climbed from his perch and followed the guy.

He’d watched the guy basically rub his hands together like a fly going after you and before you even thought about turning around Jason would take him out silently.

“Next time don’t follow people down an alleyway it’s so obvious..criminals just get dumber and dumber I fucking swear” he says leaving the guy unconscious as he follows you a bit on foot before climbing up to a roof top to watch you more.

It was hard but Gothams crime was at an all time high and watching you while he patrolled was the closest he could get while simultaneously keeping you safe.

Sometimes he knew he couldn’t be two places at once. Sometimes he knew he’d have to choose you or Gotham and it ate at him, knowing that your life could be dangling in the balance because he couldn’t keep you safe. He tried setting a boundary for himself that he’s to only follow you from work and back home, but some days he carves it out so that he watches you all day. Meeting up with friends, grabbing a bite to eat at some new restaurant, checking the mail. It didn’t matter where you were going as long as he could keep an eye on you.

He wanted so badly to come out of the shadows and be honest with you and give you the true reason for all of this, but he couldn’t risk it. If something happened to you..anything..he wouldn’t be able to live with himself.

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I love the idea of the Wayne kids dropping extremely vague and disturbing comments during galas. Especially when in uncomfortable situations or if they're just bored. They pull out things from their nightlife too. Other times they just make shit up.

Socialite: Oh, dear, your cheeks look so sullen! Who sucked the life out of you?

Tim, dead serious: An old man with a goatee.

Socialite: Uh... what?

Dick: Once I broke my knee so badly that I swear I could see part of the bone sticking out.

Socialite: Good lord. How on earth did that happen?

Dick: Just clumsy gymnast things ^^

Socialite: The white streak is certainly a bold fashion choice.

Jason: I saw someone get decapitated once, so I could be doing worse in terms of what's on my head, yknow? At least I have one.

Socialite: What's your favourite colour, sweetie?

Damian: Red.

Socialite: Oh that's lovely!

Damian: Like the blood of my enemies.

Socialite: Oh.

Socialite: You must be new to these kind of events.

Duke: Uh, yeah, they're kind of scary. But I've had worse.

Socialite: Worse.

Duke: Well I've been left on top of a skyscraper before with no way down just to 'get over my fear of heights' so, yes.

Socialite: You don't talk very loud, do you? I can barely hear you.

Cass, with a straight face: If I spoke any louder every glass in the room would shatter.

Tim, behind her: I can vouch.

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Dick: *posts a video consisting of multiple clips to social media, in which Jason is seen sitting in a chair, reading something on his phone*

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Jason: *widens his eyes and leans forward, gripping one of the chair arms*

Jason: No, the fuck, he didn't?!

Jason: That's not something he would say, but fine.

Jason: *blinks a few times* *looks up* *stares at his phone again* *blinks again* *raises his eyebrows*

Jason: *lies his phone aside, grips his hair while he paces around the room, clearly suppressing a scream*

Jason: I know I sometimes turn into a masochist when it comes to reading, but this is on a new level, even for me

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Tim: *walks into the frame and takes Jason's phone away*

Jason: Give me back my pho-

Tim: YOU READ BATFAMILY ON AO3?!

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The batkids getting in trouble with the JL somehow when undercover or when using aliases and instead of... you know... the aliases... they give their siblings first names. Batman has gotten multiple calls from the JL where they'd be like

Green Lantern: Uh Bats we've got a 'Jason' in custody here he's asking for you.

Batman, panicking bc wtf did Jay do this time:

Tim: Hi!

Batman: You're not Jason.

Tim, dead serious: I don't know what you're talking about.

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I think that Tim should be in cross country and like to run marathons. Why? Idk it just fits him

He looked at normal track and thought it was too boring so like a psychopath, he chose to run for longer.

Imagine if there was some criminal and they were running away.

Nightwing: Red Robin

*he's a runner he's a track star*

Even with pounds of heavy equipment, he's out running all of them with pure stamina. You think you got rid of him? Nah, you look behind and see that guy behind you, he will win with pure patience, he is inevitable.

All the criminals are scared out of their wits bc of him, Tim does not give up, it is not in his nature

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Damian's lines as an adult in Injustice 2 concerns me. He needs to distance himself from bad habits immediately.

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commission for an anonymous buyer of starfire being amused by how adorable she finds jason todd... which delights him as a preteen, and then absolutely mortifies him when he's a grown-ass man.

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Damian showing off a floor length painting of his fursona

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I love smut and everything but where is the angst that makes me wanna cry and die at the same time

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Jason is definitely the type to go feral over his best friend he hasn't seen in years. Hear me out: he's alive again, and not only that, but he's huge. Strong. People are afraid of him. So the reader is in town, walking the streets, and they meet again, maybe when he protects them as Hood. And reader is ecstatic to see Jason again of course and he's the same but also, all he can think is minemineminemine and I WANT YOU. mans is down horrendous for his sweet best friend that he missed and he's been in love with them for so long and now that he has them, he's not giving them up

idk if this was a prompt but i got inspired <3 thanks for stopping by anon

jason todd x gn!reader. feral jason i guess, but really soft jason. jason who yearns to be yours. jason who'd do anything for it, even if it meant one sided devotion... and also, jason who is loved by you. 1.2k words

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"I don't understand why you can't come to my apartment."

"I told you why." Jason's posture is rigid but his tone is gentle. Because he has told you why he won't enter your home. Multiple times. Doesn't mean you don't challenge it every time you meet him on a random rooftop.

"It would be fine, Jay," you say. "I trust you."

"I know. But I don't trust everybody else," he says, words crackling through his modulator. That had frightened you at first; in fact, everything about a newly-resurrected Jason Todd had frightened you. From his height to the guns, you'd been sure that night in Gotham would be your last.

But then it had become clear that cheated death aside, nothing could kill his heart.

"You haven't visited in a while," you say.

You don't mean for it to sound accusatory.

"I know," Jason says. "Been busy. The Bats..."

And you knew. You knew the second you found out that Jason was alive that it would be like this, that he wouldn't be completely yours. He wasn't yours when he was Robin either, perhaps even less so.

And what's wrong with that? You have no right to ask him to be yours. To give you more.

But the recent distance has frightened you. Maybe it's for safety's sake, but your selfish heart wishes that he'd drop that for once.

Then again, there's always that dread in your stomach that perhaps Jason Todd doesn't love you the way you love him. And perhaps he never will.

"Well, I wish you'd call," you say.

This is wrong. You shouldn't be picking fights. Jason doesn't go dark out of cruelty, only necessity.

Jason sighs. "I can't. 'M sorry."

You cross your arms. It's chilly tonight.

"Do you even want to see me?"

He tilts his head. Dangerous.

"What do you mean?"

"I don't want to intrude," you say. "You're busy and all the stuff with B, I don't—I mean, I wouldn't hold it against you if you—"

Jason takes two long strides and closes the distance. You swallow the rest of your sentence as he backs you up against the brick exterior of an abandoned apartment. Your heart picks up. You're not afraid; the fear went long ago. You're just... something. You're something about Jason.

The last time you two hugged was after Willis' death. You'd wanted to wrap him in his cape, thought maybe that would make everything feel as small as he'd been.

Now, a foot taller and a hundred pounds heavier, Jason clearly does not need a cape. Right?

He takes off his helmet, lets it hang on his hand. His other hand is by your head. You lean back, let your neck go on display. Jason doesn't miss the movement.

"What're you doing, Jay?" you ask levelly.

Maybe he thinks you don't notice this distance but you do. You don't want to push him to talk about it, because as upsetting as it is, you're still strangers to each other.

You are and you're not. He died and he didn't. You grieved and you didn't. You burn and... you burn.

But you're tired of being and not being. You won't let him keep you in emotional purgatory. If he's done with you, he should just say so.

"If you don't want to meet anymore," you start, and let the words hang in the air.

"I—" he starts, then swallows. He tosses his helmet to the side. He doesn't touch you, just hovers inches away. Jason smells like lilac and gun smoke.

"I don't think you understand... my devotion," he says, voice low. "How much power you have over me."

Your eyes widen. "Wh—"

His green eyes reflect the streetlight like a cat's. The sight stops you short. Jason Todd is hot metal on a knife's edge, and it would do you well to remember that.

His hands curl into fists. He shakes his head.

"Sorry," he whispers like a prayer. "Not tryna scare you." His chest rises and falls rapidly. "'M I scarin' ya, sweetheart? Tell me and I'll go home, shake it off. Wait forever. I can be good. Won't want what I don't deserve."

"I'm not scared," you say, and it's the most sure you've ever been. "Not scared of you, Jay."

He breathes a laugh, like he can't quite believe you. His breath is warm on your neck.

"You'd be the first," he says. "The only one."

This, you believe. This, you have wondered some nights, knowing that even Batman isn't sure what to do with a son who lives with death on his shoulder.

"You don't have to devote yourself to me," you say, because that makes you pause. Who are you to be his god?

Jason laughs again, strong and sure. He sinks to his knees in front of you. His white streak glows in the light.

"You think it's a vice?" he asks. He rests a hand on your left thigh, testing. You lay your hand over his, so he holds your other thigh too.

He hums. "You do. You think you're holdin' me hostage."

Jason takes a shuddering breath and flattens his palms over your legs. Then he leans in and rests his cheek on your leg, nose near the apex of your thighs. Your belly flips.

"Let's make one thing clear. My devotion is my only redemption. 'S the only thing that makes me believe I'm not all rotted inside. Makes me behave. In this world and the next, I'm yours."

"I... Jason, you belong to yourself, not me. I don't—"

"You don't have to do anything. If it's too much, then I'll disappear. You can carry on."

You stroke the exposed side of his face. He looks up at you.

He is still. You have made him still.

"I'm yours too," you say.

He shakes his head. "You don't hafta—"

"Do you think being yours is a curse?" you ask, gaze sharp.

"Don't promise something for balance's sake," he rasps. "I'll be yours without you being mine."

Your heart is still. He has made it still.

"I'll keep coming back," Jason whispers, eyes wide. "If you're mine, I can't leave. Y'don't know what you're doing. Don't give yourself to me."

"I do. I'm yours."

His grip tightens around your legs. Jason shakes his head.

"Don't do it," he says into your thigh. "I shouldn't have anyone. I'm-I'm only meant to be yours. Nobody's mine."

But you know. You can slide your finger along his teeth and he'll wait with his mouth open. You can touch his edges and he'll turn his cheek so you won't nick your finger. He would sooner chew his own tongue.

"It's alright," you say, and kneel. You dirty your knees right alongside him. "It's okay, Jason. I know what I'm doing."

His breath hitches. Jason presses you into the brick, tucks his face into your neck. His arms wrap tightly around your waist.

"Sorry," he whispers frantically. "'M sorry. You can push me away. Sorry."

"I won't do that." You hold him and let him take you. "I know you're good. I thought—I thought you were pulling away, and I..."

"I was," he admits, muffled in your skin. "'M sorry. Was the only way I could think of to let you go. You deserve better. Couldn't think 'round you, honeylove. Knew it was a death sentence when I found out that you still lived in Gotham."

"It wasn't," you say. "Best thing that's ever happened to me."

Jason huffs. "You say that now, but..."

"No. I say it now and I'll say it again. Keep me, Jason. I'll keep you too."

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Idk what I’m going to call this but I’ve been watching amazing Spider-Man 2 and I was scrolling through the Jason Todd tags a few minutes ago and had to write this..it’s not finished but I just wanted to post a lil bit of it for some feedback <3

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“I need you to go.”

His tone was flat almost no trace of emotion but you could see the stress behind his eyes. Like something was eating him from the inside out and he couldn’t tell you about it, it felt like he was pushing you away as of late so hearing him say this out of nowhere sent an ache searing through your chest like a branding iron.

“ you need me to go? “ You said confused not sure where this is all coming from.

“Look y/n..it’s not safe here in Gotham..there’s always something. I think you’d be safer if you just moved away and-“

You cut him off not understanding why in the middle of your dinner date he pulled you outside to tell you to move away.

“Jason, what the hell are you talking about? There’s crime everywhere! I could move to Bludhaven, Star-city, Metropolis. It wouldn’t matter I wouldn’t be safe anywhere so what makes Gotham any different?!” Your eyebrows knit together as he looks at you, worry and frustration painted across his face.

His eyebrows furrow as he sighs closing his eyes and rubbing his hands down his face.

“I….we should…I-“

He stammers a bit and you can feel it coming and you don’t want to believe it.

“Jason please just talk to me-“

“I think we should break up.” His tone is cold as he stuffs his hands in his jacket pockets looking at the ground.

“W-what?” You say in disbelief. All the work you both have put into this relationship and now it’s Valentine’s Day and he’s breaking up with you like it’s nothing? Throwing it all away? Just like that with no explanation. Asking you to leave Gotham.

“Please just..I love you..y/n..” he sucks in deep breath his chest inflating as he does so, stepping closer to you, he cups your cheeks with both of his hands. His cologne wafting towards your nose mixed with the scent of mint gum.

“I love you so much that I’m giving you an out..t-to..leave Gotham and start somewhere new, somewhere safer. Please just listen to me.” He’s practically begging you to go but he won’t give you a real reason why other than Gotham being unsafe and how much crime has gone up, but you knew that about the city before you knew Jason.

“I’m not going anywhere and whatever this is isn’t going to make me leave.”

You snap at him, your anger was at the surface and you wanted so hard to stay calm but he was pushing you away and it wasn’t helping that he just tried to break up with you.

“You know what..no. I break up with you.” You say jabbing a finger into his chest. It was hard for you to do but if this was how it was going to be at least you can say you broke it off.

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Who’s awake rn? I’m writing a fic I wanna post a little snippet of what I have.

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jonah has said a lot of baby girl things over the course of the show but honestly nothing tops when he was trying to defend the picture of him at hooters and said he doesn’t even like wings, he got a caprese salad and when someone was like they don’t have that there, jonah the specialist guy of them all said “they made it special for me”