Prompt made by @otpprompts: “AU where Person A is an Uber driver picking up Person B from a bar. Person B is so drunk they can’t remember where they live, so Person A takes Person B to their house out of the kindness of their heart (and also because Person B is cute). What happens next is up to you.Bomis: Person B wakes up on Person A’s couch with a hangover and can’t remember a thing from last night. When Person B suddenly realises that the couch is not theirs, Person A comes into the living room to check on Person A. Person B is very surprised. What happens next is up to you.“
A/n: I just really loved this prompt and got an idea so I did, lmao! Hope you loves like it!!! I appreciate any feedback especially with stuff that wasn’t requested. Love ya! _____
Being an Uber driver wasn’t where you imagined yourself when you were 11 thinking ‘what am I going to be in 10 years?’ But alas, you’re in college and money is money. You make some decent cash and meet some interesting people, making it not that bad. So this is why you were out for a drive at around two in the morning, getting a notification about a call for an Uber at a local bar. It wasn’t peculiar for you to get Uber requests at that bar, it’s quite a hot spot.
Pulling up to the bar you put the car in park. A tall guy with bright blue eyes and dark hair with a white streak through it tumbled into your back seat. Looking back you tried not to stare, this man was fucking gorgeous. You could pretty much see his muscles bulging through his leather jacket. “Um sir? Mr. Todd?” You caught his attention, and you thought you’d melt under his blue hues. Though they were also bloodshot and this guy was off his ass drunk. “Ja-sun” He slurred before laughing.
You cleared your voice, “Okay, uh. Jason? Where am I taking you tonight? Home?” He nodded and went to tell you the address but instead just stared at you blankly. “I, I can’t remember” he snorted before starting to laugh again. You chuckled to yourself while trying to think of a solution. Maybe you could drive him around until he recognized it? No, that wouldn’t work; this is a big city. Call a family member? Wouldn’t he have called them in the first place if they were available? Probably. Sighing you looked back to see him about to crash in your back seat, you reached back and tapped his leg. He picked his head up to look at you.
“Hey, um. I’m just going to take you to my place where you can crash until the morning, you’re wasted and I just don’t want you wandering the streets drunk. But drink some of that water while I drive, capiche?” He smiled at you before nodding and stumbling to get one of the waters. Turning back around in your seat, you drove back to your apartment.
He was quiet throughout the drive, the occasional chuckle to himself in his drunken state. When pulling into your parking garage you got out before opening his door and helping him to his feet. When out, Jason slung an arm over your shoulder as you held his stomach and back to help support him. ‘Shit, he’s ripped.’ Thinking when feeling his abs through his shirt. “What’s your name?” He asked as you began to help him to the elevator. “[F/n] [L/n]” answering before meeting the elevator and clicking the button. “[F/n]” he repeated to himself, under his breath. “That’s a pretty name.” He had a goofy grin on his face when saying that, right before the elevator dinged.
Helping him in, he tripped over his own feet and ended up pulling you down with him. Though instead of landing on the floor you landed on his chest. He was too drunk to care, but he caught your eyes as you blushed. “You’re really pretty.” He whispered, making you blush more before getting off him and helping him to his feet again. ‘He’s just drunk, he doesn’t mean anything he’s saying.’ Shaking your blush off with that thought. Patiently you waited for the elevator to meet your floor. Eventually it did, and you helped him to the door.
After unlocking it you helped him in, leading him to the couch before flopping on it. Pushing some hair out of your face, you smiled at your success. Jason had fallen asleep almost immediately as his body met the couch. Walking into your bedroom, you snatched up a blanket and went to the couch again and set it on the coffee table. You pulled off his jacket and shoes for him before laying the blanket over him. Then going to the kitchen you filled a glass with water and grabbed a couple aspirin. Returning you set it on the coffee table for when he woke up, along with a note saying ‘be sure to drink this and take these when you get up.’ Sighing you leaned down and pushed his hair from his face, getting a better look at his features than when he was in the back of your car.
He had a sharp jawline and a more pointed nose. Never would you think you’d get such an attractive stranger on your couch. Chuckling you shook your head and turned out all the lights before heading into your room and preparing for bed before snuggling in your bed and falling asleep for the night.
The following morning Jason woke up with a splitting headache. He groaned before opening his eyes. The light coming into the room blinded him as he stretched his sore and stiff muscles. Pulling the blanket up over his shoulder again, but looking at it he saw red roses patterned on it. Wait.. he doesn’t own a blanket like that. Opening his eyes again he looked around to notice this wasn’t his living room, wasn’t his couch or coffee table. “What?” he mumbled to himself before sitting up and noticing the note on the table. That handwriting wasn’t familiar at all.
“You’re awake” A voice said from behind him. Turning he saw you standing at your bedroom door in fluffy pajama pants and a tank top. He stared at you confused, making you smile amused, “You don’t remember anything do you?”
Jason felt a bit embarrassed, not only at the fact he couldn’t remember the prior night but also that a really beautiful woman had taken care of his drunken self. “Um, did we?” He gestured between you both. Getting what he was implying, you blushed. “No” Feeling a bit sheepish. “You called for an Uber after your night at the bar. I was your driver, you were pretty drunk and couldn’t remember your address so I brought you back to my place for the night. I’m [F/n] [L/n].” Walking over to him, you offered a hand. He shook yours, he felt a bit more embarrassed. He couldn’t remember his address? You must think he’s a loser.
“I’m sorry you had to turn into my babysitter.” Jason apologized while scratching the back of his head sheepishly. “Oh, no worries. I didn’t mind.” You looked over to the coffee table, “You should take those, you probably have a killer hangover.” Jason chuckled and nodded, quickly taking the pills. “Thank you.”
Nodding you smiled and started toward your kitchen, “I’m making breakfast. You’re more than welcome to stay if you’d like.” Jason perked up a bit. “Really? I wouldn’t want to intrude.” That made you laugh before walking into the hallway, looking at him over your shoulder calling, “You already stayed the night, it’s impossible to intrude now.” Jason smiled before getting up slowly and following you into the kitchen. “Well I guess I owe you twice now. Once for taking care of me last night, and another for breakfast. Can I make it up to you? Over dinner?” A playful smirk played on his features.
Turning around you faced him, “Are you asking me out on a date?” Grinning at him. He shrugged, “I guess I am.” You bit your lip and laughed to yourself while looking at the ground. “I’d love to.” Meeting his eyes, Jason smiled and walked over, grabbing a few eggs and cracking them in a bowl, making you looked at him with your brows knitted together. He chuckled, “I’m a killer cook and stubborn, so, I’d just accept my help instead of fighting it.” Shrugging you laughed before moving to stand next to him. Nudging him with your hip before cutting up some fruit. You each exchanged a smile, this was a start to something interesting.
OH MY GOD THIS IS SO CUTE LIKE WHY AM I JUST READING THIS??? DRUNK JAYBIRD IS SO CUTE????
JULES THIS IS BEAUTIFUL AND THE WORLD MUST READ IT
imagine he comes home tired from patrol and he gives you a hug while you’re sitting on your couch with your legs up on it and he just lays on top of you and you stroke his hair while he falls asleep ugh I need that 😭
i LOVE this headcanon!! its sooo cute!! sorry its super long but if you want me to do a continuation for after Jason’s death let me know!!! requests are still open so feel free to send some in!!! -mod soph
• jason and you being best friends before he was adopted by bruce wayne
• helping out jason any way you could
• “y/n why are you giving me a granola bar?” “just in case you get hungry”
• him thinking so highly of you but being too afraid to say it
• you catching him stealing tires as a way to survive
• “what are you doing?” “what does it look like i’m doing y/n”
• trying to convince him to come live with you instead of the streets
• “im not doing it” “why not?” “for starters, your room is a mess…”
• a week later he stops talking to you
• you find out through the newspaper that he’s been adopted by Gotham’s wealthiest bachelor
• you’re pissed
•“WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME YOU GOT ADOPTED?”
• “it just kinda happened…”
• you give him the silent treatment for a few days (you break after day 3 cause how could you resist his puppy eyes)
Imagine Person B discovering Person A keeps a locket with pictures of Person A and B.“
A/n: I found this prompt and was actually feeling inspired so I wrote something! Might be a little rusty so I appreciate any feedback. Hope you loves enjoy! _____
It wasn’t often that your apartment needed to be cleared out. Both you and Jason were pretty tidy people so it wasn’t often that you needed to do any spring cleaning. However, things began to pile up in your bedroom closet. It had been driving Jason crazy but neither you or him had gotten around to doing it.
However, when a Sunday rolled around that neither of you had anything to do, you both decided to tackle that closet.
He was pulling out boxes and bags as you were going through them. Throwing things into three piles. One for trash, another for donation, and lastly for what to keep. You had music playing softly in the background, keeping your ears occupied as you hummed along to the lyrics.
Jason got up and set another box on the bed beside you. Your eyes flickered up to look at him, giving him a smile before he went back to look through more stuff.
Pulling the flaps of the boxes open, you began to pull things out. Throwing an old t-shirt into the donation box, a notebook from your freshman year in college into the trash, laughing you discovered a book you were assigned in high school. Smiling you set it in the ‘keep’ pile, determined to look into reading it again and to look at your old notes in the margins.
It was peaceful. You and Jason simply enjoying the other’s company with the melody of the music playing in the background.
You weren’t drawn away from your sorting and the music until Jason chuckled asking, “What’s this?”
Looking up you spotted a thin gold chain hanging out of his hand as it was attached to something in his palm. Your head tilted as you slipped off the bed to see what he was holding. Upon seeing his palm a soft smile graced your lips. He was holding a golden locket, it was opened to reveal a picture of Jason when he was still young. Before his death.
“That’s my locket. Alfred gave me that after you died.” You gently took it from his hand. Affectionately brushing your thumb over the picture. A smile pulled at your lips. “I missed you so much, Alfred wanted me to have you with me at all times. I didn’t take it off until you came back.”
Jason looked at the picture again, an arm settling around your waist. “I remember when he took that. It was Christmas at the Manor, I was so excited because Alfred got me a cookbook. You kept this?”
You smiled and nodded. “I thought I lost it. I put it in my pocket one day and when we got home it was gone. I guess it got buried back here.” You clipped the locket shut and put it back around your neck.”
Jason smiled and kissed your temple. “I didn’t know you were that into me when we were kids.” He teased and you hit his chest. “Oh shut up. You liked me just as much as I liked you.” Turning you wrapped your arms around his neck. “You thought you were this badass sidekick and you were actually just a caring guy, trying to make a difference.”
“You give me too much credit.”
“No” you cupped his face. “I give you just enough.” Saying before you pecked his lips. “And I have this to prove it.” You tapped the locket now around your neck with a smile.
He chuckled and rolled his eyes. His fingers gently took the locket and opened it, looking at the picture inside again. His thumb gently rubbed over the picture as if it would disappear after his thumb passed over it, like it was an illusion. But he almost looked relieved to see his younger self smiling back at him.
Your eyes watched him carefully. “Jay?” You whispered and his eyes flickered back to you. “Sorry, I just… I was just remembering.”
Reaching up you gently wrapped a hand around his and gave it a gentle squeeze. “It’s okay. You’re allowed to.” You brought his hand to your lips so you could place a gentle kiss to it before rubbing it in with your thumb.
“I love you” He said suddenly.
Smiling you pushed up to kiss him before pulling away. “I love you too baby, let’s take a break and have some lunch, hm?”
Nodding he laced his fingers with yours to lead you into the kitchen. Beginning to ask you what kind of sandwich you wanted. A laugh bubbled from your throat at the quick change of topic from something sentimental to the importance of condiments. Only Jason could make such a switch.
During your entire walk to the kitchen you gently fiddled with the locket, watching as he bounced around the kitchen to make lunch. Reminding you of when he was a young teenager cooking in the manor kitchen, bouncing from fridge to counter with ingredients as he read out of the cookbook Alfred gave him for Christmas.
When Bruce had finally revealed to his wife that their son was alive, the first thing she did was yell at him for keeping it a secret for so long.
After letting out her frustration and anger, Y/N Wayne made it her mission to find Jason Todd.
Jason was unsurprisingly fantastic at covering up his tracks and was a pro at making sure no one could find him.
But Y/N knew him. She knew how his brain worked and she knew from what Bruce had told her, where he was.
Even after five long years, she still was able to read him like an open book.
She could tell by the way he was avoiding interacting with anyone in their family that he was bitter. She could tell that he was angry at Bruce for not avenging his death and for ‘replacing’ him so quickly with Tim. And lastly, she could tell by his absence that he felt betrayed by her for showing the same love that she had showed him to his replacement
Never would Y/N regret loving Tim, or adopting him from his neglectful family who were always away. Never could she tell Jason that Tim was a mistake because he wasn’t. And neither was Jason.
But Jason has always been insecure, and Y/N didn’t blame him for being that way.
When he was first introduced to her, she immediately greeted him with the motherly love that he had been deprived from since his birth.
Shockingly to many if they knew how he was now, he had been the shyest kid she had ever met.
Though Jason quickly warmed up to her, he was still insecure.
Jason never felt like he belonged. He could tell by the looks he got from people at galas and fancy get-togethers that they thought the same thing.
They only saw him as the lucky street rat who the prestigious Wayne family had taken in as a charity case.
And he hated it.
After his death, Y/N fell into a deep depression. Not many knew as she hardly ever went outside anymore, but when Tim came along…it was like a light came back into her life.
Never could the third Boy Wonder replace Jason, but that didn’t make Tim less of a son to her then Jason and Dick.
Now, as she stood at the front door of the anti-hero’s apartment, which was located in one of the baddest neighborhoods of Gotham (though all of the city was bad), she took in a deep breath and knocked.
“Whoever the fuck you are, go away!”
Y/N jumped at the loud voice, but she couldn’t help but smile at how…grown up he sounded.
The last time she’d saw him, he had been a mere fifteen-year-old boy going through puberty. It saddened her to know that she had missed half a decade of his life thanks to a psychopath.
She knocked on the door again and this time all she got as a response was an annoyed grunt and stomping.
The matriarch of the Wayne family held her breath as the door flung open, revealing a shirtless boy who was a full head taller than her with a white streak in his black hair.
His eyes immediately widened at the sight of his mom standing just a few feet away from him with a blank expression on her face.
Though she was now in her late-30s, there was no doubt in anyone’s mind that Y/N Wayne was beautiful.
“Mom?” Jason whispered in total shock.
Her emotionless facade broke and as hard as she tried to stop them, the tears that had been forming up in her eyes since she had heard his voice, rolled down her cheeks.
Y/N lets out a joyous laugh and pulled her son into a tight hug.
It took a moment for Jason to finally realize that this was actually the woman who had practically raised him since he was a child, but he soon hugged her back just as tightly.
After almost five minutes of hugging, Y/N pulled away and wiped away the tears that had fallen. She gazed up at her son and placed a warm hand on his cheek.
She sent him a tearful smile, “I missed you so much.”
Jason’s eyes suddenly hardened at her words. “Not enough apparently.” He said, scowling as the picture he had seen of Tim and his mom flashed into his mind.
Y/N scowled back and crossed her arms around her chest, “Don’t start with that, Jason Peter Todd.” She warned.
Ignoring her words, he snapped, “It hadn’t even been a year, mom! A fucking year! And you were already treating my replacement like he was your son!”
“Because he is my son!” retorted Y/N.
Not wanting anyone to hear them argue, she walked into the apartment and rolled her eyes at how untidy it was. As she was use to it, she didn’t really care anymore.
“And so was I!” Jason shouted, the hurt evident in his voice as he slammed the door closed.
Y/N sighed, her former anger forgotten as she stood in front of Jason.
His green eyes held such vulnerability and she knew that if she continued to argue with him, he would later do something completely reckless.
“I never said you weren’t.” Y/N said, softly.
“Then why did you and Bruce replace me so quickly. Like I was…nothing to you?” Jason asked, his voice quieted.
Her eyes teared up again and she laughed a shaky laugh, “Tim is a very bright kid,” she winced, instantly regretting how she started off with that. “He figured out who Bruce and Dick were long before you came along and when you appeared and Dick moved out, he put two-and-two together to discover that Dick was now Nightwing and you were the new Robin.”
There was a silence.
“How?” Jason questioned.
“He was there that night when Dick’s biological parents…”
“Oh,” was all he said, “that’s rough.”
She nodded in agreement, “Yes, but he’s a strong kid.” She said, “After you…died,” enter wince, “he saw how impulsive Batman was acting and knew that your death was the reason why.”
“What do you mean?”
Y/N sent him a sad smile, “We all had different ways of dealing with your death, Jaybird.” She said before continuing, “so Tim offered to become Robin because he knew that Batman can’t be Batman without Robin.”
“We never wanted to replace you, Jason.” She told him, “You’re our son.”
Jason slowly nodded his head, “Okay.”
“Okay?” Y/N questioned with raised eyebrows.
The boy smirked at his mother and nodded again, “Okay.”
Y/N’s lips broke out into a grin and she wrapped her arms around him again to give him another deadly hug.
“Goddamn, mom! One death squeeze was enough for one day!” Jason complained, wincing.
She laughed and released him from his misery, “Lunch at your favorite diner?” She suggested.
Jason raised in his eyebrows in his surprise. “That place is still there?”
Y/N threw him a smirk that was oh-so-identical to his. “I own it now.”
A warm feeling erupted in his chest and Jason smiled, “Then sure, but I have to get back before the sunset. I have patrol tonight.”
She rolled her eyes, knowing what he does during those patrols.
She wasn’t comfortable knowing that her son was murdering people in unmerciful ways, but she couldn’t deny that with the Red Hood, crime rates sure has plopped down by a lot.
“Some things just never change.” Y/N chuckled, remembering all those times where Jason would remind her that he had patrol with Bruce when she would suggest they’d do something together.
Jason replied with a smirk, “Just because I died and became a little looney doesn’t mean I changed completely, ma.”
I did my best! This is an actual conversation my friend has had with her boyfriend when we went out drinking one night!
I’m gonna work my way through this prompt list eventually, but this one in particular really made me think about my friend. If anyone sees any others on this list they want me to do let me know!
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You can barely see your
phone at this point of the night. The club is loud, and you aren’t quite sure
where your friends have gone this point, probably out to the dance floor again.
But you didn’t want to dance with those guys from the bar, you wanted your
boyfriend, you wanted Jason. It was pretty easy to find his number even though
you were so drunk you could barely make out the screen, his was the last number
you had called.
It only took three rings
before Jason answered, “Hey, baby. I thought you were out with the girls
tonight”
“J’son! Miss you!” Jason
says something else, but you can’t hear him over the loud music. “H’ld on. I
c’n’t hear you.” You stumble outside and lean against the building of the club,
“’m outside now, Jay”
Jason’s voice is
strained when he speaks next, “Babe, are you drunk? Did you just go outside, alone, while drunk?”
“It’s fine. I miss you,
Jay”
“Where are you, Y/N?
Babe, I need you to tell me where you are, so I can come get you and your
friends.”
You let out a snort, the
world slowly tipping to the right, “’s fine, Jay. They’re dancing!” The
constantly spinning street is making you feel a little nauseous, “Jay, I don’t
feel good”
Jason lets out a distressed
sound and you can hear him shutting the apartment door, “Baby girl, I’m
tracking your phone and coming to get you. I know you hate it when I do that,
but you can be mad at me tomorrow when I know you’re safe, okay? Go back in the
club and wait for me, love.”
“I think ‘m gonna be
sick, Jay” You double over, and end up emptying your stomach on the alley
ground, barely missing your shoes. “Ugh, that was gross”
“You alright, Baby girl?
Y/N, I swear I’m never letting you go out drinking without me after tonight”
“That’s fine. Hurry up ‘n
come get me”
Jason lets out a soft
chuckle, “I’m coming, sweetheart, just wait a few more minutes and I’ll be
there. Did you find your friends?”
“No. ‘m still outside, I
just wanna go home” You lean against the brick wall behind you, trying to will
any leftover nausea away.
“I’m pulling up now, baby
girl. I see you, so I’m gonna hang up, okay?”
“M’kay. Love you” But
the phone beeps as Jason ends the call, tears fill your eyes, Jason didn’t say
he loved you before he hung up. What if he’s mad because you got drunk and
doesn’t love you anymore?
“Hey, babe, you ready to
go home?” Jason catches sight so the tears in your eyes, “What’s wrong? What
happened?” His hands come up to cup your face, “You’re alright, baby girl, I’m
here.”
You sniffle and rub your
eyes, smearing makeup everywhere, “You don’t love me anymore, I’m annoying and
I got drunk a-and you had to come get me -”
Jason gently pulls you
closer until your head is tucked under his chin, “Of course I love you,
sweetheart. What made you think I don’t love you?”
“Y-you didn’t say you
loved me on the phone” Wiping your face on Jason’s shirt you pull back to look
at him. Jason doesn’t even mention that you’ve stained his shirt with eyeliner
and mascara, “’m sorry that I’m annoying”
Jason presses a kiss to
your forehead, “You don’t even know much I love you, baby girl. Sometimes it
scares me just what I would do to keep you safe.” Jason scoops you up and
starts walking to the car, “Let’s go home now. We can get you into some pajamas,
you’ll brush your teeth, drink some water, and go to bed. How does that sound?”
“Really good. Can we
cuddle too?”
“Of course we can. I’ll
text your friends to let them know where you are”
“Thanks, babe” Sometimes
you forget how strong Jason is, but he makes it apparent when he easily shifts
you onto one arm and uses the other to open the car door. “’Can you take off my
shoes? My feet hurt”
“Sure, baby girl. I
really don’t know how you managed to stay upright in these things while drunk,
I can’t even walk in heels sober”
You snort, “Magic.” Jason
unstraps your heels and hands them to you, “Thanks. You know I love you right?”
“I love you too, Y/N.”
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By the time you get home
Jason’s already contacted your friends and they know that he came to get you.
Jason carries you up your shared apartment and helps you into one of his old
t-shirts that you usually wear to bed.
“Drink this glass of
water, baby, and then we can go to bed”
“And cuddle?”
“Yes, and cuddle” The
two of you crawl into bed a few minutes later, “You’re gonna have such a bad
hangover tomorrow, you know that?”
“Mmhmm”
“And I’m never letting
you go out drinking without me” Jason tugs you closer until you’re once again
tucked under his chin.
“It’s fine. I missed
you, wanted you there” You’re already starting to drift off, “’m glad you came”
“You know I’ll always come
rescue you, baby girl, even if from something as simple as you being drunk” Jason
presses a kiss to your forehead, “Go to sleep, love. We’ll talk more in the
morning”
“Night, Jay. Love you”
“Love you too, Y/N,
always.”
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– He loves the smell, the fancy soap, the soft classical music that plays in the background, and most of all he loves the fact that you took the time to draw a bath.
– That you made this just for him, so you could spend time together
– His heart just swells
– You’ve made him a little soft tbh
– But Jason’s a pretty big guy
– Like he’s MASSIVE
– most of the times,, you have to sit between his legs
– Which basically means you’re sitting on his lap, because that boy has thick thighs
– Your bathtub is just barley big enough to hold you and him.
– You didn’t take his size into consideration the first time so the water ended up overflowing.
– You made him help you wipe up all the water
– “You kind of dropped the ball on this one huh?”
– “It’s not my fault you’re so big! Go on a juice cleanse or something.”
– The next time you make sure that the water is a little below the quarter mark on the tub.
– Your head rests against his chest, his chin resting in your hair, arms around torso, resting on your tummy.
– “Your hair smells good”
– “Jason you don’t have to fill the silence you know”
– That’s what the classical music is for.
– You’ve fallen asleep in the tub before
– The water is always so warm. And then Jason is even warmer.
– It turns into a weekly tradition
– Probably on Wednesday on Thursday, slower nights in Gotham
– You have a bath waiting for him when he gets home.
– He’s usually so exhausted, he doesn’t even blink when you come up to undress him
– “At least buy me dinner first.” He’ll mumble weakly as you tug off his shirt
– Your hands grazing over the scars and bruises
– “It’s not a big deal” he’ll reassure, his hand nearly grabbing your own
– You just smile and nod
– “Honey, the bath’s ready.”
– Sometimes you’ll get in with him in the tub, resting your head against his chest.
– But sometimes you make him scoot up a little bit, and he rests his head on your chest
– You run your fingers through his wet hair, rubbing in the expensive shampoo you save for special occasions
– “It smells just like you” he’ll mumble, eyes closed, breath deep and in a steady rhythm.
– “Does it?” You hope the fragrance gives him a little comfort, you know he’s always loved the scent you use
– You don’t know that he loves it because it’s YOUR scent
– You could smell like a stripper and he’d still love it
– Your hands ghost over his biceps, the bruises on his chest, the scars from all the stories you’ve never heard
– He grabs your hand in his
– He always grabs your hand in his
– And he puts your joint hands against his hard
– He doesn’t want you to worry, and he doesn’t want you to feel bad about his past
– There was a long time where he wondered why those awful things happened to him
– But when he met you, he understood, all of this
– Every hardship, every struggle, every awful thing
– It had all been like stepping stones, and at the end was you
– It was always going to be you
– But he doesn’t know how to tell you that
– So instead he says: “keep playing with my hair, it felt good.”
– And you laugh, joking that’s he’s high maintenance
– He just smiles as he breaths in the smell of you deeply once more
– You both have a bad habit of staying in the bath long after the water has gotten cold, clinging onto one others warmth
– So you sometimes get a cold
– You end up being the responsible one most times, getting out first, and getting both of your robes.
– You usually round out the night with a glass of wine/hard liquor. Maybe a few snacks and a movie or a few episodes of a lighthearted show.
– You fall asleep in your robe more often than not, a hand still curled around your wine glass
– Jason smiles, pulling the blanket over you, taking the wine glass out of your hand
– Before downing it and changing the channel to a sports recap
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