Jason’s s/o is shot accidentally when a street kid mugs her and Jason arrests the kid and takes his s/o to the hospital and when the s/o wakes up she convinces Jason to bail the kid out and let him stay in their apartment because she doesn’t blame him for shooting her and he’s just a kid who is trying to survive on the street. At first Jason doesn’t like the idea (because the kid shot his s/o) but then he realizes that the kid is kinda like him when he was younger and just family fluff
———-
Being held at gunpoint
is never fun, especially when it’s by a kid who’s seven, maybe eight years old.
A kid who obviously lives on the streets.
“Give me your wallet
lady!” He shouts, his hands were trembling. He had probably never held a gun
before.
“Why should I do that?
You didn’t even say please.” You cross your arms over your chest.
The kid looks at you incredulously,
“But I have a gun, you have to do what I say!”
“I don’t think I do. You might have a gun, but just by the
way you’re holding it I can tell that you’ve never shot one before. Do you
usually single out women? People who you think are weaker than you?”
The kid sniffles, “Please …”
You sigh, “How about I take you to get something to eat? How
does that sound?”
He stiffens, his finger tightening on the gun slightly. You
have to admit, the kids smart, no way would he have been able to survive on the
streets if he wasn’t wary of strangers, “What’s in it for you?”
“Well, I get to keep my driver’s license, and I get a gun
out of my face. That’s enough incentive for me, kid”
Suddenly the kids eyes widen and you hear a thud as someone
hits the ground behind you. “Step back! Don’t make me shoot her!”
“I wouldn’t do that, kid. She might have been nice enough to
buy you dinner, but the cops are already on their way. I suggest you put the
gun down, and just calm down”
Tears streak down the kids face, “I don’t want to hurt her,
just let me go!”
“Hood, Kid …”
“Alex, my name’s Alex”
“My name’s Y/N. Alex, just put the gun down, Hood won’t hurt
you. I promise” As you’re talking Jason is inching towards Alex, “Everything
will be fine, but I need you to put the gun down”
Jason lunges forward, Alex screams and his finger
accidentally tightens on the trigger. You scream when the bullet tears through
your arm, shattering the bone when it goes all the way through. You can hear
the kid crying, Jason shouting, and police sirens.
“Y/N! Y/N, sweetheart, you need to stay awake, alright. The
kid’s in police custody, I’m going to take you to the hospital. We’ll be there
soon, doll, the doctors will take care of you”
His voice fades out for a while, the next thing you remember
is being laid down on a gurney, the bright lights hurting your eyes. There’s a
tiny prick in your good arm, and then there’s nothing.
–
You wake up to a dull throbbing pain in your arm, and Jason
sitting in the chair next to you. “Hey, Jay”
“Y/N, your awake!”
“Of course I am; it was just a shot in the arm”
Jason pulls your good hand up and kisses it, “Not quite just
a bullet, the kid almost blew off your entire arm. The doctors thought they
would have to amputate for a little while. Thankfully they managed to reattach
all of the blood vessels, and they put a metal plate in your arm to stabilize
the bone”
You hum quietly, “That’s a bit more damage than I expected. What
happened to Alex?”
“Alex? The kid? He’s in jail right now, where he should be
for attempting to mug someone”
You push up, grabbing Jason, “You have to get him out of
there. He’s just a scared kid, bail him out, and bring him to the apartment,
and get him something to eat and wear. Then I want you to bring him here to
visit me”
“Are you fucking nuts?!?” He shouts, “That little brat shot
you! And you expect me to bail him out, feed him, and then bring him here!”
You sigh, “He’s just a kid. He was trying to survive on the streets.
He’s alone, hungry, and scared. If you don’t go get him, then I will check
myself out of his hospital and go get him myself!”
Jason growled, “Fine, as long as you promise to rest while I’m
gone. I’ll send you a text when I get him, and then when we get ready to head
here.”
You nod, leaning back against the bed and closing your eyes,
“Thank you, Jay”
–
When Jason shows up at the GCPD and pays to bail out a
street kid, he gets a few weird looks, and for a minute Jason thinks that the
kid is going to refuse to go with him.
“Come on, kid. Y/N said that I had to take you out to eat
before I take you to the hospital to visit her”
Alex sniffles, whipping his eyes, “I-I’m so sorry f-for
hurting her. I-I didn’t m-mean to; I-I was just s-so hungry”
Jason sighs and pulls the kid into a hug, “I know you didn’t,
and she doesn’t blame you”
Alex grips the back of Jason jacket tightly, “D-do you …
Hood?”
Jason chuckles, “My name’s Jason, but Y/N calls me Jay. And
no, I don’t blame you. Now come on, let’s get you some food, and some cloths,
and then we can go visit Y/N”
–
Spending the day with Alex turns out to be a lot of fun. The
kid has a razor sharp wit, and isn’t afraid of speaking him mind. It turns out
the kid is eight years old and he’s been on the streets since he was four.
Jason can’t help but see himself in the kid, and that really helps soften Jason
up to the kid.
“You mean I can have both of these?!”
Jason chuckles, “You can have the shoes too, kid. Now come
on, my adoptive dad will have the rest of the cloths delivered to my apartment.
He’s already said that I have to bring you to the Manor to meet everyone”
“Manor?”
“My adoptive dad is Bruce Wayne. He wants to meet you and so
do my brothers”
Tears fill Alex’s eyes, “You want to keep me? I don’t have
to go back to the streets?”
Jason kneels down and wraps the kid in his arms, “No, Alex,
you get to stay with me and Y/N, you don’t ever have to back there”
“Thank you” Alex sobs
“Settle down, kid. Let’s head to the house, you can get
cleaned up and changed and then we can go to the hospital. Y/N’s already eager to
see you”
–
As soon as Alex gets to the hospital, he runs straight into
Y/N’s room. “Y/N!”
You sit up quickly, “Alex!”
He stops on the edge on your bed, his eyes locked on your
sling and the bandages that wrap around your entire upper arm, “I-I did that?”
“You didn’t mean to, sweetheart. I’ll be fine. I just need
some rest and rehab and I’ll be as good as new”
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you. I-I promise to
help you get better, you won’t have to worry about anything!”
You chuckle, “Thank you, Alex. I would really appreciate
help when I get out of here. Jason will have to go back to work, so it’ll just
be the two of us at the apartment.”
The rest of the evening is spent getting to know each other,
and it turns out that Alex is the perfect fit for their little family.
Eventually Alex falls asleep, and Jason leans down to press a kiss to your
lips. “I think he’ll fit perfectly”
You grin up at him, “Yeah, I think he will”
“You know … I’m really glad that you had me bail him out”
“I’m glad you listened”
Jason gives you one more kiss before he walks over and picks
up Alex, cradling the kid in his arms, “We’ll be back to visit you tomorrow,
Bruce should have had enough time to get his room set up”
You chuckle and wave your good hand, “Goodnight, Jay. I love
you!”
he is incredible strict on tea, “no, no, no. that’s too much milk!!” “it’s not strong enough, leave it in for three minutes!!”
laying in bed together, facing each other as his hand cards through your hair trying out different nicknames : “how about…..cupcake? dandelion? pancakes? cutie pie, sugar bunch, honey bunch of oats”….it goes on for hours unless you get distracted or fall asleep
“if we ever get a house together can we let harrison have a room?”
he’s used to getting up early for work outs so he wakes you for class or work or just to say good morning after he’s freshly showered and his hair is still damp and all curly
sometimes he gets a little insecure about his height so you place kisses along his neck, assuring him
when he gets excited he talks really fast and his accent gets thicker and he looks at you all wide eyed and smiley
“i’ve met him” he says whenever you’re watching a movie and an actor he’s crossed paths comes on screen
“ah, darlin’” he coos whenever you’re sad or upset or even just because he wants to say it
he talks to you in that cute lil voice he uses sometimes during interviews (i’m talking about the voice he uses when saying ‘im really good at the diet’)
mimicking your accent in stories about you or just to annoy you
loads and loads of pictures of you two occupy his camera roll, his favorite is one of the two of you laying in bed, being goofy
stealing those cute lil plaid pajama pants he has because they’re cosy
begging him to dance but them roasting him once he does because he’s actually a drunk dad at a wedding with a fedora.
Summary:Tom leaves you with Tessa for a few hours *insert smirking emoji*
A/n: Yo this is the second drabble within 24 hours bc I’m drowning in yours guys’ requests.
Tom trusted you with a lot of things, Tessa now becoming one of them. Tessa was his precious baby, and you both knew that if anything happened to her under your supervision, it would not turn out good.
He was leaving her with you while he ran a few errands in town. A though came to your mind that brought a sly smile to your features. You bring your attention to the grey haired pitbull sitting next to you. Upon feeling your gaze on her, she rolled over exposing her belly, pleading you with her eyes to give her attention. You joined her on the floor and rubbed her belly, “How’d you like to mess around with Tommy, huh?” you asked her playfully. Her tail began to wag wildly and lipped her chops multiple times. You giggled thinking about how Tom will react when he returns home.
Surely enough Tom walked through the door with two bags in hand. Tessa raced to the porch to greet him, “Y/n, what is Tessa wearing?!” Tom called to you. You laughed from your seat in the living room, not giving him an answer. He came around the corner with Tessa prancing alongside him. You had fashioned a pink tutu, pink tank-top and pink bunny ears onto Toms dearest dog. His mother had bought the outfit for her for Halloween. But Tom did not allow that nonsense to be placed on his dog.
“What did you do to my precious darling?” He asked you bewildered. You continued laughing at the priceless look on his face, ”I made her a pretty ballerina,” you spoke. Looking over to Tessa she was perched in the middle of the room with her tail waging back and forth, hitting one of the couches every so often, “No, no, no. Dogs don’t wear clothes! Especially Tessa,” Tom whined, flailing his arms around.
“Oh come on, look at her! She loves her new outfit!” you exclaimed,
“No she doesn’t. She’s just glad you gave her attention!”
“Oh come on Tommy,” you laughed, laying back on the couch.
“No, no, don’t ‘Tommy’ me. Your actions are unforgivable. You’ve lost Tessa privileges,” He made his way over to the pitbull, and gently took the pink ears off her head. She then attacked his face with licks, and then took off down the hall.
Tom sighed and stood up straight, looking over to you. You brought your hand up to your mouth, hiding your growing smile, and muffling your laughs. He shook his head and started making his way over to you, “You’re gonna pay for that,” he muttered.
Once he reached the couch you were laid on, he swiftly brought his hands down to either one of your hips and began tickling your skin. You squealed in protest, and pushed at Toms shoulders to get him off. “Thomas stop it!” you cried out in fits of laughter and giggles. His features lit up and a wide smile spread over his lips. “You tortured my poor Tessa!” he proclaimed.
All you could do was shake you head. You were out of breath, and all you could do was smile as you tried to squirm out of Toms hold.
Tom grew tired from his tickle attack, and picked upt he pink bunny ears and slide them onto your head laughing even more at the sight. He then slumped in between your legs and rested his head on your chest. You both let out a few huffs, as you relaxed on the furniture. “I’m not kidding, you’ve lost Tessa privileges, and will not be left alone with her for a while,” Tom laughed to you,
You placed a hand on his head and twirled a piece of his hair between your fingers, ”Oh you don’t mean that,” you giggled,
Whoops I’ve been thinking about this Kurt Wagner HC since yesterday and I need to get it out so here it goes
It’s common knowledge that Kurt is a soft, needy baby and he’s constantly sitting in your lap or falling asleep in your arms and you often carry him to bed asleep with his legs around your waist because he loves it and he doesn’t give a damn about what other people think but one day imagine scott asks him why he’s always sitting in your lap because he doesn’t completely understand it and he’s never seen a guy sitting in his girlfriend’s lap like that or let alone act the way Kurt acts with you and Kurt just so happens to be curled up in your lap when he asks him that and he just stares at him unimpressed and says “Have YOU ever tried it?” and Scott is like “OF COURSE NOT” and Kurt just smiles and nuzzles your neck before shrugging his shoulders and saying “if you had you vould know vhy I do it” and you’re just trying to not laugh at Scott’s face so you just hide your face on Kurt’s hair and kiss it softly
And that’s the story that explains how you found Scott sitting on Jean’s lap a week later
so flash tosses the flowers into the trash and peter just stands there looking down and waiting for him to leave and when he does he makes sure no one is around and gets the flowers out of the trashcan even though they’re kinda ruined now so he just stares at them and tries to fix them and holds them to his chest while resisting the urge to cry because it felt really nice to think someone wanted him and little does he know that you witnessed the entire exchange so you approach him and say “i can buy you more roses if you want, they weren’t really expensive” and it takes him a second to understand that this means YOU are the one who’s been sending him all those cute things and he blushes really dark and starts stuttering because there is no way in hell YOU of all people like him bc you are amazing and he’s liked you for years
So you reach inside your backpack and pull out a bag of that heart candy with little messages and it has a note on it that says “candy can never be as sweet as you” or something cheesy like that and he recognizes the handwriting and he just wants to scream that he likes you but the words don’t come to him but he knows he’s smiling really wide so you come closer until your noses almost touch and you ask “can i kiss you” and he just nods and wham bam that’s how you got together
I’m taking every day as it comes and there’s very little preparation that you can do apart from making sure you remain grounded and keep the people that are close to you close and my main goal at the moment is to make sure my work doesn’t fall below a certain calibre. – Tom Holland
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