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kissing for the sake of science <3

𓄴， ﹙ ♡ ﹚ 𝓢HORT N' SWEET ! ◌ 𓈒 ׄʬ

💌 — JASON TODD ᶻ𝘇𐰁

𖥻 . sabrina carpenter!reader( minus the singer part ). reader curls her hair. fem!reader. random names,, cherries !!( not really. ) grammatical errors. reader curls her hair. fluff.

REQUESTED ; SUGGESTED : : @jtoddsangel : : hiii i've never actually requested anything before (so i'm kinda nervous idk lol) but i just love love love your writing soo .. can i request jason with a reader who is basically just like sabrina carpenter. the humor, the curls, the everything you know and tysm sweet angel <3 xoxo

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ᨦ𓏲 ، ݃♟❜ : : AAAA, TANIA !! vv happy i was the first ever 😋. hi , hi . by s. carpenter i had NO idea if that includes her being a singer :/// so, so, so, so, sorry if i got your req wrong 💔. i also tried to make it seem s. carpenter 😭 ( the writing, since the pov is leaning more on reader's side. ). i feel like i made it seem dirty ,, like. oh. alwd. pretend it's not idk,, i tried using big words, but i was like. "ion think it matches the vibe" so no no. short n sweet bc it's short af & lip gloss r sweet( at least mine is)

"jay. jay. jay. pick up. pick up. pick up."

you're lying on your stomach, legs kicked up, voice half-way between dramatic urgency & well, shenanigans as you chant into your phone. your bedroom is filled with the scent of strawberries, vanilla, & you. & “you” means chaos. you just curled your hair ( again ), & you're wearing an over-sized baby tee that reads "sassy since birth" because, are you not?

"hello?"

oh, his voice. scratchy. tired. confused. jason todd.

"hey, do you believe in lip gloss soulmates?"

"..what?"

"i'm testing a hypothesis. research. come over. like now. code red. emergency."

"are you bleeding?"

"only from the heart. hurry, jay."

click.

& that left a very confused jason todd who arrives 11 minutes later. sometimes you wonder if he's flash's secret love child.

he's in his leather jacket ( duh ) & in a scowl that you know is very fake. you can tell by the way his eyes slightly soften when he sees you sitting cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by…,

"are those all lip glosses?"

"you're so observant. meet my beloved children, jason."

"there's like fourteen."

"eighteen," you correct him, holding up two tubes like they're precious jewels. "but today, we're reducing it to the crème de la crème. the tastiest. the plushest. the kissiest."

he blinks. hard.

"this had better not be some tiktok thing."

"it's a me thing." you pat the pink plush pillow beside you. "sit, red hood. it's science."

"i'm not wearing lip gloss."

"who told you you were wearing it?"

that catches his attention. his head tilted a little, that obvi-obvious interest in his eyes, the same one he uses when somebody's being too polite in the narrows. suspicious. wary. 100% jason.

"explain."

"easy," you chirp. you twist a tube named peach please & apply it with without any small mistakes. jason observes the shape your mouth takes, & you could swear his eye winks. at least, you think he should wink.

"you tell me which one tastes the best."

"tastes?"

"mhm." you edge closer. the tiny scent of peaches blows between you. "how else are we supposed to know which one's the winner?"

he looks at you. the you're-pulling-me-into-your-shenanigans-again look. "you're ridiculous."

"you love it."

he does. jason todd loves you in all your mess, your arrogance, your jokes & sugar & sass & mess. did i say mess? he loves how you flirt like it's breathing & how your laugh makes the air feel fizzy.

"you want me to kiss you."

"so bad," you sigh dramatically. "for the sake of science."

his jaw clenches, & you knos he's struggling not to smirk. he whines like you asked him to sweep up evidence, but he leans in anyway.

peach.

sweet. soft. you're hardly touching him, just a little kiss, a peck. a test. his hand trembles like he wants to wrap it around your waist but doesn't.

"thoughts?" you ask, pursed lips.

"i didn't know they had flavors."

"he didn't know they had flavors," you tease in a gasp. "you think this gloss is just for shine?" like what's the point of the cute fruit shapes if it doesn't have flavors?

"i thought it was for aesthetics."

"aesthetics," you quote back, scandalized. like he just insulted every woman on earth. "baby, it's for taste. atmosphere. experience. okay next."

he blinks once more. you apply berry me alive.

he doesn't even hesitate this time. he leans in, his mouth grazing yours a bit longer. it leaves you a bit breathless. & perhaps a bit dizzy.

"better. tangier."

"mmh, tangy. we like that."

lip gloss #3 : : mint condition.

"whoa," he says, lips tingling. "this one tastes like i kissed a winter breeze."

"ooh, poetic."

"shut up."

lip gloss #4 : : coconut crush.

"tastes like vacation."

"i am a vacation."

"you're a full resort."

damn right, you are.

his voice is deeper now. warmer. fonder. like he could get used to this. you don't say anything, but your heart does a little spin. & your brain screaming “focus, bitch.”

lip gloss #5 : : bubble trouble.

"this is what pink tastes like," he grumbles, licking his lips afterwards. you laugh. he's so jason. very jason. super jason. literally jason.

lip gloss #6 : : vanilla vixen.

"classy. soft. like kissing a cupcake."

"awww."

he looks at you for a beat too long.

lip gloss #7 : : cherry bomb.

you don't say a word when you put it on. neither does he. the scent was strong. the air changes, this time, when he kisses you, it's not like before. it's definitely different.

longer. deeper. slower.

he kisses like he's starving.

like he's committing it to memory.

like this isn't a game anymore.

like he's done being patient.

when he draws back, you both look dazed.

"winner," he mutters.

you blink, lips kiss-swollen, hair curled & lovely & heart doing flips. your brain is probably malfunctioning. "duh. cherries always win."

"you set that up."

"me? with an agenda? never."

he squints his eyes, then does the unthinkable. he grabs the cherry gloss.

"...jay."

"what?"

"you're applying it to yourself?"

"yeah. for science."

he grins. & next thing you know, you're kissing him again.

& again.

& again.

cherry never seemed so sweet.

later, you both find yourselves on your bed, his jacket on the floor, your lip glosses messy like confetti.

"you gonna review it or what?" he whispers, thumb tracing the outline of your cheek.

"maybe. five stars. jason todd seal of approval."

he hums. "you're ridiculous."

"short n' sweet."

"hmm?"

"that's what this night is," you say drowsily. "short n' sweet."

he places a kiss on your forehead. "no. just sweet."

jason todd is so real. & he smells like leather, gunpowder, & now, he tastes cherry lip gloss. he's so, so real.

you win.

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