– first you think your eyes were playing games, but no Jason had indeed redish, ginger roots – you were quiet about it for a few days since you didn’t know whether or not it was a sensitive topic – then you were cuddling again and you were playing with his hair – “you are actually ginger?” – now it is a big deal – Jason is comfortable enough around you to not dye his hair the second he sees his roots peaking through – would play it cool, maybe joke – joke: “yeah, when I was with Roy or Artemis… one ginger on a team is enough” – “I would love to see your natural hair, Jay, but whatever you feel most comfortable with” – thinks about letting it grow out (- the love and support you give him is making him explode)
– I actually think he isn’t even that much of a cuddler at first – well he needs time to get comfy and then he will transform into cuddle bear – loves to lay on you almost as much as he love you laying on him – he is a heavy breather? like you will feel his breath – randomly does that blowing hair on your stomach thing (the thing kids love) – soft kisses – “this getting uncomfortable let’s find a new position.” – “I’m good.” – the hair playing thing was established – love to make you shiver
– Like you had known about Roy. It seemed all of Jason’s stories featured him. – It wasn’t that he did not want you to meet Roy, he just wanted to know you would stick around. – Meeting was on accident. You came over to surprise Jason with donuts, and he was laying on the couch. – You spent the morning repatching up Roy. – Jason walks in on Roy with his shirt off with you giving him a lecture on being safer when out. – Jason says better you then me to Roy. – Upon seeing his bruised body, you sit him down and lecture him. – Needless to say you two bonded over donuts and stories of Jason’s mishaps – Now Roy spends more time over. This results in more wounds to patch up.
may I request hcs for how Jason would feel/react if his s/o pulled his head to their chest while cuddling and played with his hair? soft Jason needs all the love
When you pull him onto your chest and play with this hair:
– you woke up at night noticing Jason was still awake – you turned around and just pulled his head on your chest beginning to tenderly run your fingers through his hair – he was stiff at first – usually he was the one protectively doing that – you loved to rest your head on his chest – he now understood – he loved it a lot – he felt safe and wanted, warm and cozy – you were running your finger through his hair in a rhythm, softly yet with soft pressure – Jason got lost in it – it calmed him down and made him relax – would close his eyes and slowly drift to sleep – now it’s a ritual and he has been sleeping a lot more
Jason playing with your hair:
– he loves it just as much – it distracts him and gives him great comfort – he is also aware you love it so plus – when? – when you’re still sleeping in the morning – when he isn’t able to sleep at all and doesn’t wanna wake you, but hopes you might wake up – when you’re resting your head on his chest while watching a movie – sometimes he would braid your hair with his brows pulled together in concentration – twirls – super soft and careful like your hair was the most fragile thing – long hugs and his hands will be in your hair – why would you ever tie your hair together???
You end up talking to Jason a fair bit before the wedding and it’s not long before you’re fighting off that feeling. There’s a horrible bubbly sensation as your heart flutters every time your phone rings. It doesn’t help that your mind has this horrible habit of playing out unrealistic scenarios in your head. All it takes is for someone to smile at you and you’ll be playing out montages of cute dates and a house filled with kids. Pre-emptively, you’re prepping for the mini-break up, when you realize you’re never going to see him again after the wedding.
If there’s one thing you can say that you’ve done consistently throughout your life, it’s color within the lines. Follow the rules. You’ve always been the “good child”. But, this, you wonder as your mouse hovers over this craigslist ad might not be the brightest way of instigating a very belated teen rebellion.
As the hustle and bustle of the city beneath
them grew louder, Jason slowly roused from his sleep. Today was only the second
day in his week off and he planned to enjoy it to the absolute fullest. There
would be no missions, no patrol, and most importantly no family members busting
his balls for a solid seven days. He had even turned off his work phone and
managed to convince Y/N to take off for the week so they could actually spend
some time together.
Jason sighed contently and pulled Y/N closer
to him. If allowed he would have stayed just like that for the rest of the week
but alas, nature called. He nuzzled his nose into the crook of her neck,
placing a soft kiss there before gently trying to untangle himself from her.
But a noise coming from the front of his apartment stopped him dead in his
tracks. With one arm still tucked under his girlfriend, he sat up as best he
could and glared at his bedroom door as if he tried hard enough he’d be able to
actually see through it. The noise came again followed by the familiar sound of
the front door creaking open on its old hinges. With narrowed eyes and his
mouth set in a firm line, Jason leaned across Y/N and grabbed the gun he kept
tucked between the mattress and the bed frame on her side of the bed. Several
sets of footsteps shuffled around in the kitchen and front room of his
apartment. He switched the safety off and cocked the gun before lying back
down, his hand holding the gun sliding under the pillow next to Y/N’s.
With the intent to take these brave intruders
by surprise, he pretended to still be asleep. As the footsteps drew nearer his
bedroom, he grew tenser. His body was coiled as tight as a snake ready to
strike its unsuspecting victim. Just as the door swung open he sat up, gun
drawn. “Who the fuck do you think you are?” He growled.
“Fucking shit!” Tim shouted as he
ducked behind his oldest brother.
“WHOA!!! Bro put the gun away,”
Dick exclaimed, his hands flying up in a gesture of peace.
Damian stuffed his hands in his pockets and
rolled his eyes at his Jason’s drawn gun.
“Are you assholes trying to get
yourselves shot?” Jason growled, lowering his weapon. “What the fuck
are you doing here?”
The commotion woke Y/N and she drowsily sat
up. Stretching her arms up over her head, she yawned, “What’s going
on?”
Not realizing just how close he actually was
to his girlfriend, Jason swung around and in doing so his elbow made swift
contact with the center of her face. She yelped in shock, her hand flying up to
cradle her, probably broken, nose.
“Holy fuck!” Jason yelled eyes wide
with shock, springing from the bed and nearly tripping on the tangle of covers.
He rushed to their bathroom and grabbed several hand towels before sliding back
into the bedroom and over to her side of the bed. “Oh my god. Oh my god.
Oh my god. Oh my-”
Y/N cut him off, “Jason, shut up and
give me a damn towel.”
He gently pulled her hand away from her face
and winced at all the blood. As gently as he could, he pressed the towel to her
nose. “Lean your head back baby.”
Reminding the couple that they were in fact still
present, Dick scoffed from the doorway and sauntered over to the bed.
“Jason, are you trying to get her to drown in her own blood? You need to
tilt your head down…”
“Y/N,” she said as best she could
with the towel muffling her voice.
Dick smiled, “Alright Y/N, tilt your
head down so the blood can drain properly-”
Jason scowled up at his brother before turning
his attention back to Y/N, and carefully pushing her head back again.
“Dick, that’s so stupid. Everyone knows that you’re supposed to lean your
head back when your nose is bleeding.”
Dick rolled his eyes at Jason’s stubbornness,
“You clearly don’t know what you’re talking about Jaybird.”
“Look here asswipe, I think I’ve had
enough broken noses to know what to do with one!”
“Maybe that’s what’s wrong with you. All
that blood went straight to your brain,” Dick concluded, an amused smile
tugging at the corners of his mouth as he sensed the oncoming argument.
Y/N rolled her eyes at Jason and the
strangers in the room and stood up from the bed; she was clearly going to have
to take care of this herself. She made her way to the bathroom and carefully
began to clean herself up. The bleeding seemed to be unstoppable. She chewed on
her bottom lip as she eyed the box of tampons sitting in the medicine cabinet.
“So it’s come to this,” she sighed as she took two of them and
removed them from their packaging. Y/N dropped the bloody towel into the sink
and with a deep breath she quickly inserted one of the tampons in her right
nostril before doing the same to the left. “Owwwww,” she whined,
grimacing at her ridiculous reflection in the mirror. Stilling herself with
another deep breath, she turned and started to head back into her bedroom so
she could change into suitable clothes for the hospital. The two younger boys
still stood in the doorway of her bedroom watching the older ones argue as she
came back into the room.
“I’m gonna go change then do you think one of
you would go to the hospital with me?” she asked as she stopped in front of
them. Then gesturing to her bruising face, “I need to go get this set.”
The smaller one cocked a bushy black eyebrow
at her, “You do not even know us and you trust us to escort you to the
hospital?”
Y/N smirked down at him as she pointed back
to the two men still arguing, “Kid, those morons still haven’t noticed that I’m
not sitting on the bed anymore. I’m Y/N by the way, Jason’s girlfriend. And I’m
assuming that three of you are Jay’s brothers.”
The bigger
one laughed and clasped a hand on the kid’s shoulder, “I’m Tim, this is Damian
and that ‘moron’ over there is Dick. And yes, we’d be glad to take you to the
E.R.”
Y/N smiled as
much as her current situation allowed and quickly hurried to her closet to
change. It didn’t take her long and when she was finished she called out a
goodbye to Jason and hurried to the door.
“So,” she
started, her voice slightly nasally due to the tampons shoved up her nostrils,
“why were you guys here anyway?”
Damian
clicked his tongue and turned on his heel heading for the door of the apartment,
“Grayson got worried when Todd didn’t answer his calls.”
Tim nodded as
he followed Damian and ushered you through the door, “We tried to tell him that
Jay said something about having a little time off but Dick insisted we come
check on him. And, well you know the rest.”
– Yes he accidentally walked in on you changing but he makes no attempt to act ashamed about it. Surprised? Yes. Ashamed? No.
– “Shit! Sorry!” He starts to apologize. “Hot damn [Y/N]! I’m one lucky bastard.” His eyes appreciatively take in your form. “You haven’t gotten lucky yet, asshole.” You tease launching a pillow at his head.
Damian:
– When he sees you he isn’t quite sure what to do. He knows that he should look away but he is just caught captivated by you. He’s paralyze in the though of your curves and how soft your skin looks.
– He breaks out of his trance when your eyes meet and you jump in surprise. His cheeks turn bright red and he mumbles and apology before leaving.
– You later use your new found paralyzing agent to your advantage when you’re ready to take that next step in your relationship.
Bruce:
– He had just gotten done with patrol and decided to crash at your place for the night. He had done it a couple of times and you were always happy to share your bed and cuddle with him.
– You were in the middle of taking a shower when he collapsed onto your bed and you didn’t realize he was coming over so you just walked out in all your glory to grab a towel that you had forgotten. He lifts his head slightly to acknowledge you only to catch a glimpse of your naked form before you sprinted to cover yourself with a towel.
– He was already half asleep when all this went down so he reassures you in a deep sleepy voice that he didn’t see anything before quickly falling back asleep on your bed.
Dick:
– It doesn’t really phase him. That boy is running on like maybe an hour of sleep at that point and he just needed to go to the bathroom. He doesn’t even really notice you’re also in there until you call out to him in surprise.
– “Shit babe! I’m sorry I didn’t realize you were in here.” He’ll apologize casually before leaving without any real rush. “God Dick! If you wanted to start acting like an old married couple you should have just said so!” You call back.
– Your relationship actually becomes more open after that. He’ll start changing in front of you and your a little more open about it too. Like the two of you just don’t even care to even bother acting shy about it anymore.
Tim:
– Tim is really super fucking embarrassed. As soon as he realizes that he walked in on you he immediately covers his eyes and tries to back out the door the way he came.
– He’ll probably trip over the door frame on his way out of the bathroom and fall on his face. You’re immediately at his side to see if he’s alright. You have to give him credit though he’s still shielding his eyes from looking at your naked body unsolicited. And your like “Babe, you’re my boyfriend it’s fine to look. Are alright?”
A/N: Hi there! Thanks for sending in the request! 💕
#42. “Stop being so cute.”
A friend of yours had to leave town for a couple of days so she decided to leave her puppies in your care and you can’t say you’ve regretted the experience so far. In fact, you were having the time of your life.
It had taken the puppies a while to get used to you and Jason and that was no big deal, they were still trying to get adjusted to the new environment. But they seemed content enough, crawling onto Jason’s lap and making themselves at home. One of them had even fallen asleep. Puppies were adorable. But Jason Todd with puppies was a sight that would leave you grinning forever. The big bad Red Hood brought down to his knees by a couple of tiny little doggies. You might have sneaked a couple of pictures. His family would be pleased, you think.
Jason’s been trying to get you to help him remove the sleeping puppy from his lap but you’ve just been laughing at how precious he was being. Could meticulously plan an entire heist, could successfully carry out said heist, could bring down entire worlds if he wanted to but couldn’t even deal with a small puppy.
“I can kill a man in thirty different ways in thirty seconds.” He deadpanned.
You had to refrain from laughing out so loudly, “Stop it. Stop being so cute.”
“I’m not cute.” He scowled, glaring at you, “Fine, I don’t need your help anyway.”
“You’re right. Of course, you’re not cute.” You nodded in agreement, before breaking into a huge grin, “You’re adorable.”
“Now you’re just fucking with me.” He grumbled, crossing his arms against his chest.
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