Lucky Seven

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Prompt: Jason x reader going to adopt a pet and coming home with like 7 because they couldn’t decide?

This is a request from today. I only have a week of from classes, so if you have anything you want written, or any requests send them in NOW!

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Jason gently puts his keys on the hook by the door and takes
off his shoes before he makes his way over to couch where you’re sitting. You
quickly put your phone and book on the coffee table, giving your boyfriend
plenty of room to flop on top of you it was a hard therapy session this week.

Instead he presses a kiss to your cheek and pulls you into
his lap, it was a good session then, “How was therapy, babe?”

“Good” You can tell that Jason is looking at you, waiting
for something, “Can I ask you something, doll?”

“You can ask me anything, Jay. You know that”

Jason shifts until he can see your face, “Why don’t you ever
ask about what I talk about in therapy? For all you know I could be going there
to bitch about you”

“Whatever you talk about is between you and your therapist.
I don’t have any right to know what you talk about, if you want to share
anything with me, that’s your choice and I’ll be happy to listen, but if you
don’t then don’t feel like you need to.”

“Dick always asks me what we talk about, he always wants to
know. Bruce too, but that might just be because he’s paranoid”

Your eyes narrow, “I’ll talk to Bruce and Dick, baby. They
shouldn’t be prying either. Your therapist is JLA approved, and it’s no one’s
business but your own what you talk about”

Jason’s eyes soften, “I love you, you know that?”

“More than a gun loves a bullet” Jason snorts, he had said
that once while drunk and the saying had stuck around.

“There is actually something that the therapist and I talked
about that I wanted to run by you”

You sit up a bit straighter, “What’s that?”

“She mentioned that I should either get a therapy dog or
just get a pet from the pound. She said that taking care of something instead
of destroying and killing it would probably help in my recovery”

“Well, I have always loved animals. Which one would you
like? A trained therapy dog or something from the pound?”

Jason scratches the back of his head, “Can we go down to the
pound tomorrow? Maybe just to look for now, if nothing clicks we can apply for
the therapy dog”

“Sounds like a plan”

Instantly every muscle in Jason’s body relaxes, “You know,
if we’re going to get a dog it’s probably a good thing we decided to stay in
one of my actual houses, instead of an apartment in the middle of Gotham. At
least the dog will have a yard to run around in”

You smirk, “Who said we’re getting a dog? You just might
fall in love with a cat”

–

The next day you and Jason make your way to the local animal
shelter, hopefully Jason finds an animal he likes today. You’ve always wanted a
pet but living in inner-city Gotham isn’t conductive to having one. The most
you had were the strays that frequented the alley behind your apartment.

“Remember, Jay, if it doesn’t feel right we can always go
somewhere else and look.”

“Alright” Jason’s hand tightens in yours, “Is it weird that
I’m nervous”

“Not at all, love. Getting a pet is a big commitment”

“Are you nervous?”

You flash a smile, “Yeah, nervous that I won’t be able to
leave any of the animals behind”

–

You and Jason split off once you get to the shelter, you don’t
want to pressure him into getting dog that you want. You quietly walk and pet
the various dogs, they all seem extremely eager for some human contact. Several
of the dogs draw your eye, all of them would be viable candidates for what
Jason is looking for. One is a fairly large Pitbull who was rescued from a
fighting ring, but was still extremely sweet to both humans and other dogs.
Another was some form of Australian Shepard mix that had been dropped off for
being too hyper. Two more were actually siblings, Pitbull/Boxer mix’s that had
been dumped on the shelters door.

After about an hour you go to see how Jason is doing in his
search, “Hey, baby, how’s the search going?”

“We’ll I found a few good candidates, but I can’t seem to
make a decision. I liked a couple of the dogs, and I went to look at the cats
too, some of them were good”

You smirk, “Told you we might be getting a cat”

“I just can’t decide between any of them, the dogs are all
good and the cats are too!”

“Well, how many animals are there total?”

Jason glances down, “Seven. Four dogs and three cats”

“We have a pretty large house, Jay. I’m pretty sure we could
give all of those animals a good home”

“We said we’d take one home, not seven!”

“Well, we’ve always been bad at impulse control, and if your
therapist said that one animal would be good for your recovery imagine how good
seven would be for you!”

Your boyfriend snorts, “As always, your logic makes me
wonder … but you do have a point, our home would be better than here.”

“So what do you say?
Want to adopt a small hoard of animals with me?”

Jason grins, “You’re the only person I’d want to do that
with, baby”

–

It was almost shocking how much all seven of the animals got
along. The four dogs would pile together to sleep and the cats would all lay on
top of them. Every one of the animals seemed to develop a sixth sense when it
came to Jason’s anxiety.

Every time he was close to an anxiety attack, or if he was
having a flashback, or if his depression was so bad that he couldn’t even get
out of bed, he would suddenly be surrounded by animals. The dogs would curl
around him, the cats on top of him.

It was on one of those bad days that you and Jason were
curled up in bed, all of the animals surrounding you. It was the anniversary of
his death, “Thank you”

“For what, baby?”

“For letting us have all of them. It’s – it’s easier with
them. Not sure why”

“All animals are comfortable, and these ones are ours.”

“I still can’t believe that we got seven in one trip”

“Seven is a lucky number, Jay”

“Yeah, our lucky seven”