I Lost The Ask For This So I Had To Improvise

i lost the ask for this so i had to improvise

Request: Hi! Your fics are so fun to read!! And i was wondering if you could do 1 and 8 for the fluff prompts for Jason? Thank you you’re wonderful <3

Pairing: Jason Todd x reader

Prompts: Prompt list ☁︎1- "You look really cute in that sweatshirt." ☁︎8- "Your hair is really soft."

Summary: Jason Todd pays you a visit while you're recovering from a slight cold, and he brought you food!

Warnings: Like one curse word

A/n: babes you flatter me 🥰 also I head cannon that jason is a soft boi™️ and i will write him as such. you can't stop me. and you can’t convince me he doesn’t read shakespeare (Masterlist)

Word count: 1k

Tag list: @battlenix

Sick Days

Falling in love was never part of the plan. Neither was getting the flu but life just loves to throw curve balls your way. That's how you ended up laying in your dark room with dirty tissues spilling out of your trash can and your curtains drawn.

It had been nearly 3 days since you'd gotten sick so you were in the recovery stage but that didn't make your day any better. You hadn't had a proper night's sleep all week and despite feeling your fever breaking you were no closer to rest. You tossed and turned under your covers trying various different methods but nothing seemed to pull your mind into the depths of sleep.

It felt like you'd been laying there for an eternity. Looking over at your clock you realized that eternity had only actually been about 7 minutes. You groaned loudly and pulled the blanket over your head. That's when you heard a soft knocking coming from your window.

You flipped the blanket off your head and you looked towards the sound. It was only 3 o'clock in the afternoon so the sun was still shining through the thin curtains, showing the silhouette of your favorite person ever. You kicked the blanket off and tried to get out of your bed but tripped and landed on the floor with a thud.

"Fuck," you cursed, untangling yourself from the blanket. The wind was knocked out of you and you cough lightly before jumping up and rushing across the room. You opened the curtains with a wide smile plastered across your face.

There he was. Your very handsome, surprisingly romantic, and all around adorable boyfriend of 11 months dressed in a dark blue Superman hoodie (to spite Bruce no doubt) and holding a bag of your favorite food.

You pushed the window open letting a refreshing cool breeze into your otherwise warm room. The giddy smile on your face only spread when he ducked through the gap.

"But soft, what light through yonder window breaks?" He quoted, handing you the bag of food with a casual smirk adorning his features.

"Romeo oh Romeo, what would I do without you?" you took the bag and leaned up slightly to press a quick kiss on his cheek.

"Starve most likely," he shrugged, moving his hand to cup your chin and bring you in for a real kiss.

You stepped back and looked at the S design on his chest. "Wow the super logo? What's your dear old dad done this time?"

"Not everything I do is out of spite you know." He quipped.

"Well that's definitely a lie but whatever," you shot back, smirking. "I think you look really cute in that sweatshirt,"

Placing the take out bag on your desk you took a look inside. "How was the mission?" he'd been gone the past few days helping a friend of his with some evil psycho. You always worried about him when he went to face people like that but you knew the other heros would look out for him. Plus he promised he wouldn't be dying again anytime soon and he always kept his promises to you.

"Ugh boring," he sat at your desk chair and leaned his head back dramatically. "I was just a distraction because I had the loudest guns." He twisted side to side while you put the take out on the desk.

"Well that's what you get for throwing your silencers at Penguin," you laughed. When he first told you about his double life you didn't believe him but the more you thought about it the more it made sense. Late nights, mystery scars, not to mention the literal Red Hood suit.

"That was one time!" He defended kicking you lightly with fake offense in his voice.

You laughed and kicked him back before returning your attention to the bag. "The fact that it happened at all is still absolutely hilarious," You handed him his container and a plastic fork.

That's when you were reminded of your sickness. You sneezed 3 times in a row and Jason handed you a tissue. "You're such a disaster," he laughed at the expression you made inbetween sneezes.

"It's not funny! I've been sneezing non stop for 3 days! It's so annoying," you complained, opening the food and plopping on your bed. "Seriously, you'd think i'd have gotten better by now but no."

He laughed again and sat next to you. Wrapping his arms around your waist from behind he pulled you into him so your back was resting on his chest and his back was resting on your wall. "I'm surprised all your complaining hasn't fixed it yet." He set his food on the bedside table so he could eat and hold you at the same time.

You gasped and smacked his leg. "Asshole. I'm allowed to complain if i want to and you're the lucky bastard that gets to listen!"

"Oh yeah, so lucky," he joked, clearly trying to get a rise out of you and clearly succeeding.

After eating some and talking for a little while you put the half empty container on your table next to his much less full container. You leaned back into him and adjusted the blanket so it covered your legs. The steady rising and falling of his chest was calming. He was there, with you in that moment and you felt so strangely complete.

The two of you sat in silence for a few blissful minutes and somehow ended up laying down. You had reached your hand up to rest on his neck and you twirled a strand of his hair between your fingers.

"Your hair is really soft," You hummed, your eyes closed and you body relaxed. He hummed back and began tracing random shapes on your arm.

That was the first nap either of you had taken in a very long time. It was also the best nap either of you had taken in a very very long time.

MASTERLIST

OkaY i know this is super long overdue but I’ve finally sat down and done the much requested masterlist of my writing (how it is set up is the link of the story first and then a small little preview of it below it) (and the most recent ones are at the top). I’m only going to do the oneshots for now, I’ll save the blurbs for a rainy day, but here it is and I hope this is of use to y’all!

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EUPHORIA AU MASTERLIST

MY FULL MASTERLIST

dealer!harry x jacobs!reader - y/n jacobs has been dating dealer harry styles since freshman year. her brother nate despises her boyfriend and will try anything to break them up.

PLAYLIST

HARRY’S BACKSTORY

PART ONE

PART TWO

PART THREE

PART FOUR

PART FIVE

PART SIX

PART SEVEN

speak now (s.h.)

a/n: this is a re-write of wedding crasher that fits the song better and fits my writing style better. the original version will still be available on my stranger things masterlist. This was a fun fic to write and (admittedly) helped me overcome some nasty writer's block. it also set me behind in my assignments but we are not going to talk about that (whoops). Anywho, i hope you lovelies enjoy this re-write💛!

tv show/movie: stranger things

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

not requested

warnings: not proof-read. mentions of an over-bearing mother, heartbreak (mentioned), ruined weddings, runaway bride situation.

taglist: @spring-picnics | @mserynlarsen | @thatawkwardlittlefangirl | @the-weeping-author | @rottenstyx | @boxofsilentwords

note: if your user has a cross through it, it would not let me tag you for some reason or another!

masterlist | taglist | wips | navigation | speak now collection - coming soon

- not my gif, my header -

The old, musty-smelling church was filled to the brim (it did not hold large groups of people anyway) with chattering guests ranging in age. Above the chattering, the family sat in the front few pews on the right side that stood out due to their matching colour scheme of varying pastel colours. Steve noted that these most likely could be the groom’s immediate family, the family that are going to be Y/N’s in-laws in mere minutes. He shifted in his seat, trying to stay hidden behind the old lady’s obnoxiously large hat as the Groom started up the aisle, laughing and talking with his best man. “Jessie looks like it’s any other day, doesn’t look nervous at all!” Robin whispered to Max. Steve was sitting between them, being Robin’s plus-one (which he forced her to accept). He understood why Y/N hadn’t invited him, how could you justify inviting your most important ex to your wedding?

“I know, I don’t understand it. I would be shitting bricks if it were my wedding day,” Dustin spoke up, narrowing his eyes at the oblivious man now standing at the altar, looking over the crowd making Steve dip in his seat farther. He was simply here to make sure whoever the love of his life was marrying was decent. If he was going to lose her to another man, he had to approve of the other man. So far, he was not pleased with what he was seeing. He wasn’t too sure if it was the arrogant air that radiated off of Jessie, or if it was the sneers his family was shooting the L/Ns, but something was off. “I don’t understand why Y/N kept him from meeting us, makes me think that there is something up with her and this guy, something fishy.”

“Oh, stop it, Dustin. She moved away, that’s why we couldn’t meet him. If Y/N is marrying him, then she has to actually want to, she wouldn’t just marry someone for the sake of being married.” Max scolded. The words she spoke cut Steve deep. How could she have moved on from what they had while he was still stuck in the grieving phase? His biggest mistake in life was letting her go and breaking her heart and he kicked himself for it every single day, from wake to slumber.

Sighing roughly from his nostrils, Steve’s knee started to bounce, his hand coming up to cup his mouth, his dress shirt tightening on his back as he stiffened. His wide, brown eyes drifted around the church, watching as the bridesmaids ran around, piquing his interest. Max, El, and Robin were noticeably beside him, not in the bridal party - something Y/N had claimed to be non-negotiable when she was going to get married. She was adamant about them being her bridesmaids, claiming that if they were able to survive the Upside Down, they would be able to survive planning a wedding.

“Steve, I can see the wheels turning in your head,” Robin hissed, pulling him back down as he started to sit up more, his head like a periscope. “You cannot ruin this day for Y/N, no matter what story your little brain is concocting. You broke up with her, and she moved on. Leave her, she cannot be hurt again.” Robin tried to talk him out of whatever he was planning, but it was useless. The words went in one ear and out the other.

“I’m not planning anything.” He muttered, obviously lying, but Robin closed her mouth. As much as she believed those words she spoke to him, it was hard not to admit that the union between Y/N and Jessie did seem a little wrong. Something was definitely off about the engagement. Settling in her seat, Robin was now set on letting Steve do what he wanted, now concerned about what was going on with Y/N being so late.

“No! I wanted pink flowers lining the aisle! The white flowers were supposed to be the flowers on the altar to make the flowers in her bouquet pop!” The frustrated voice of Y/N’s mother called, distracting most of the crowd and the groom. Taking his chance, Steve slipped from the pew, Max shocked by his sudden movement, unable to stop him - being the only one still wishing to keep the peace for Y/N’s big day. Turning in her seat, she watched as Steve slipped out the doors, unnoticed by anyone who would really wish to stop him from reaching Y/N.

Turning back in her seat, Robin glanced at the empty spot between them. “He went to find her, didn’t he?” She muttered as quietly as she could, glancing around to make sure nobody was listening to them.

“Obviously. It was only a matter of time.”

“I think part of Y/N was waiting for him to come find her, that’s why she isn’t here yet.” Robin disclosed quietly, voice hidden behind Dustin, Mike, Lucas, and Will’s grumblings of being confined in uncomfortable suits for too long.

Upstairs, in one of the many rooms branching from the church, Y/N stood in front of the full-length mirror, finally alone in her thoughts. It seemed that everyone else in the bridal party was fretting over trivial things when it was obvious that the Bride was having a crisis. She was due to walk down the aisle in two minutes. Yet, here she stood, in a room by herself, blinking at herself blankly in the mirror. Her eyes drifted over herself. From the faintly glittery eyeshadow on her eyelids to the dusting of blush over her cheeks, to the red of her lipstick-smeared lips. Finally, her eyes drifted over the white dress secured to her body tightly. It was beautiful. Floral lace design along the entirety of it. It was a timeless dress, a simple ball gown with sleeves. She couldn’t get over how much she had changed since she had been in this town.

Her Fiance was determined to be married in her hometown, deciding that was what Y/N wanted. Being in Hawkins once again brought back a lot of memories. Memories she wanted to bury deep into her mind and forget. Death, heartbreak, horror, fear. Those were paired with horrible flashbacks. The one that hit her the hardest, however, was the reason she left Hawkins in the first place - the memory of the man who she still loves so ardently. So raw and painfully. The man who every inch of this damned town pushed to the front of her mind again - no matter how hard she tried to suppress it. The man who shattered her heart so carelessly when he told her he couldn’t do it anymore. When they were together, they were positive they were going to be together forever. Until they weren’t. She wanted nothing more than to leave Hawkins behind her, but Jessie had planned the whole wedding, from the venue to the very last bridesmaid. She had let him, not wanting to fight him.

She let her eyes lift back to her face, taken aback by the dull eyes void of happiness and excitement blinking back at her. This was not the expression she had pictured on her face on her wedding day. Her movements were lethargic and slow as she raised a shaking hand to her face, wanting to see if this was really her. While she looked much more mature than when she had left, that wasn’t what made her unrecognizable to herself. It was true, her face had thinned ever so slightly, shedding the last bit of childishness, her posture was much neater as she had transformed herself into the professional woman she was. Her hair being twisted up in the hairstyle Jessie’s mother insisted on made her look much older than twenty-four, she was looking as if she was on the verge of thirty-five with two kids. The woman in the mirror was a far cry from the same wide-eyed, naive little girl who left this town with her shattered heart in her hands and all of her possessions.

She knew she wasn’t keen on marrying Jessie. Sure, he was a wonderful man. He was sweet, caring, professional, prideful, and had a good future ahead of him, but she didn’t love him. She did not think that the sun shined on him in the most beautiful way possible, she did not find that his eyes sparkled with the joy of simply being with her. She felt slightly guilty since she knew that her eyes didn’t sparkle with the joy of simply being with him either, but she couldn’t help it. Jessie was adamant about marrying her, but with everything Jessie did, she found herself comparing him to Steve. From the way he walked to the way he made her feel. Her heart was heavy, pain spreading through her chest. Steve didn’t want anything to do with her. He made that clear the day he ripped her heart out and left it broken and bleeding in her hands. It was insane on her part to think that Steve would burst through the door, trying to stop her from the marriage.

Sighing, her fingers lightly pushed the tulle of her vail back from the sides of her face. How she wished Steve would show up. It was only a matter of time before her bridesmaids wouldn’t listen to her distractions anymore, forcing her down the aisle. The door opened the very second she was too tired of looking at herself, disgusted with what was in front of her. Disgusted with what she was doing. She had always preached about marrying for love and here she was, doing the opposite. Marrying for convenience. “Before I walk down the aisle, I need you to make sure that there is nothing in my way. I don’t want to trip.” She tried to throw another distraction at the suspected bridesmaid, but she didn’t hear them walking back out the door, just the door closing.

“You look beautiful,” The voice was masculine and hushed, even soft. It most certainly did not belong to one of her bridesmaids. Freezing, she took a second, wondering if this was a daydream or not. The voice, though she hadn’t heard it for years, she still instantly knew. “Just like I always dreamed.” His voice sounded as if it startled him as he took a step farther into the room. Her heart jumped happily for a moment, realising this was not a twisted daydream, but it broke once again seconds later as she remembered the circumstances.

Clearing her throat, she finally turned around as she collected herself, eyes vaguely pointing in his direction as she knew the second she laid eyes on him, this would all be game over. “What are you doing here, Steve?” She asked, eyes making the mistake of giving in to the strong pull of her love for him. Her breath hitched in her throat at the sight of him - such a small suck of breath she was sure he noticed. He always did notice the little things about her. From the way her skin glowed when she was happy to the shaky breaths she would let out when she was so overwhelmed with pleasure. He had also matured in his looks, but he still looked the exact same somehow. The same bushy, floppy hair that Y/N had loved to run her fingers through, both in moments of pure bliss, domestic fluff, or heightened emotions. His big brown eyes still seemed to hold the mysteries of the world within them, captivatingly haunting and incredibly intoxicating.

“I heard you were in town and I had to come see you.” He told her, his eyes trailing over her, leaving heat in their wake. He didn’t even have to touch her, and she still burned for him just like she did when she was a teenager. The way the lines of her body looked as if they were hand-drawn by the best artist in the world. The way she stood there, glowing with indescribable beauty with the golden rays of the sun forming a halo around her as it shined through the window. She was an angel.

“Why? Last time I checked, you were the one who left me,” She reminded him, her hands clasping together, fingers intertwining as she fidgeted with them - something she always did when nervous. Her eyes never dropped from his, noting the goofy gleam they normally held missing from their depths. “Usually, after someone says they don’t want to be with you, they don’t show up at your wedding.” She remarked, mumbling.

“I know, I spent two days arguing with myself, Robin, and the kids about if I should do this or not,” He sent a tentative smile towards her at the mention of the kids and Robin. Y/N couldn’t help the corners of her mouth twitching into a tiny smile when he mentioned them. She had wanted Max, El, and Robin to be in her bridal party, but whenever she brought it up, Jessie would say it would ruin the wedding with the fight it would cause between them and their parents. Jessie’s family was largely against it and Y/N’s mother had to agree with them (for once). “I just need to know if you love him. If you love this guy.” Steve’s voice broke slightly, tears gathering in his beautiful brown eyes, blurring his vision.

“Of course I love him!” She had answered too quickly and too defensively. She knew her mistake the second she had said it. This was not Jessie she was talking to. This was Steve - the man who knew her inside and out like the back of his hand. With anyone else, the proclamation would have been believed, but not with Steve. Her hands dropped from each other, eyes wide as she realised what she had just admitted to Steve, knowing he was not going to let this go.

Steve took a step towards her, his dress shoes clacking against the old wooden floor. “No you don’t,” He muttered, taking another step towards her, slowly closing the seemingly vast area between them with cautious steps, eyes trained on her as she stood still, waiting for him to reach her. “I can tell by your voice and by the certain glow missing from your cheeks that you are not happy.” He stopped, the space between them only a few feet smaller, making Y/N long to be in his arms, but she knew she couldn’t. Someone could still parallel park a car between them and still have plenty of room to spare and Y/N wished there wasn’t. She wished he would just grab her and whisk her off from this situation.

“Jessie is my Fiance, Steve. I love him.” She tried to deny it further, but she knew there was no point. He could read her like a book he knew from cover to cover.

“Do you love him or does your mother love him? Or is it because he loves you and he’s not me,” He posed the questions, taking another small step toward the girl he was trying to win back. After all these years, he still yearned for her just like he did in high school. Those past few years, Steve willed her to come back to town, if only to pass through, but alas, she never did. Until now. Even if she did come back, he wouldn’t have known. The kids had protected her information like the secret service protects the President - mad at him for breaking her heart. He couldn’t blame them really. If it hadn’t been for him finding Robin’s invitation in their shared mail, he wouldn’t have known she was in town. Y/N tightened her jaw, knowing her mouth would betray her as she refused to answer his questions. However, her silence was enough of an answer for Steve. “I made a stupid mistake five years ago. I was scared and young, I was overwhelmed by my feelings for you and my parents telling me that I was just a kid and I didn’t really know what love was,” Steve gushed, his eyes pleading with her. “They told me that we weren’t going to last and I believed them. I believed them so much that I let them convince me to break up with you,” He took a deep breath. “You have to know that I regret that day and I will regret it forever because I love you and I am never going to stop.” He ranted, taking a step closer to her.

Eyes flicking around his face, Y/N tucked her red painted lip between her teeth, making Steve’s heart jump as she took in what he had just said. “I don’t love him-” She whispered her answer to his earlier question verbally. Confirming what he knew. Gulping, she took a deep breath, her shoulders drawing up to her ears. She closed her eyes, letting out a large breath, her shoulders dropping. Her eyelashes fluttered open, being met by the sight of Steve still staring at her, his watery eyes flicking over every feature of her face, waiting for her to say the words he desperately craved.

Just as she was about to open her mouth, the door was opened in haste, starling the two. Two of her bridesmaids poured into the room. The girls froze at the sight of Steve. “Who are you and what are you doing in the bridal chambers.” One of them asked, eyes narrowed at him. Steve pressed his lips together, shooting Y/N one last fleeting look, but she looked so stunned - too stunned to do anything.

“You know what, we don’t care, just get out. She needs to be walking down the aisle in less than five minutes. Jessie’s family is losing their minds thinking she ran out on him. Her mother is hysterical.” The other one grabbed Steve’s arm, yanking him out of the room just as Y/N had regained her wits about her.

“What, no-” Her protest was cut off from Steve’s ears as the bridesmaid slammed the door behind him, leaving him in the hall. There was only one thing left for Steve to do now: ruin the wedding. He was determined as he walked back down the thin, creaking stairs. There was no way he was going to free Y/N from the hands of those bridesmaids and that just left one opportunity for him. Something Steve was sure only happened in movies and tv shows.

“Didn’t go as planned?” Robin questioned, staring straight ahead at Y/N’s mother assuring everyone the wedding was still on. Steve, shifting as he settled back into his seat, smirked, shaking his head.

“It went perfect until the bridesmaids interrupted-”

“Steve, you’re not thinking about-” Robin gasped lightly, blue eyes wide as she looked at her best friend.

“Indeed I am,” He nodded, confident in his plan. “She admitted it, Robin. She admitted she didn’t love him.” He assured her in hushed whispers.

“Well, I hope you’re right about this because once you say those words, there is no going forward with the wedding from there.” Robin sucked in a breath, giving him one last glance as the organ started to play something that resembled a death march. The grand doors, now closed for the big entrance, opened to allow the bridesmaids through.

“It’s now or never.” He whispered to himself mostly as he stood as well, watching the doors with bated breath.

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The ceremony, for Steve, seemed to be bragging on. The seconds slipped by like hours. He had found himself lost in a daydream, imagining himself shooting up from the pew, declaring that the wedding must be stopped. He imagined himself standing in the middle of the aisle, Y/N's sweet eyes caught on him just like her breath was caught in her throat before she was running towards him, arms wrapping around his shoulders and she proclaimed her love for him.

Two sharp elbows to both of his sides jolted him from his daydream. Glancing around, he noted that the time was coming quicker now. The officiants' words drawling by slow still. For a moment, Steve found his confidence fading. He was not the type of person to ruin a white-veil occasion. However, this dip did not last long when he remembered that Y/N did not deserve a loveless marriage.

His blurred hearing tuned back in as the sleep speech of the officiant spoke those words he was waiting for so long. “Please, speak now or forever hold your peace.” Silence befell the crowd. Steve could feel the weight of all the kids' eyes on him, waiting for him to do the very thing they expected.

Sucking in a breath, Steve pushed himself from the pew before he could talk himself out of it. He was confident that Y/N didn’t love this man, and someone had to help her escape her future with him. “I object!” His voice echoed around the silent church. Jaws dropped and pews creaked as everyone looked at him, but he didn’t notice anyone else but Y/N’s shocked eyes.

As if alone, and not surrounded by horrified looks from every person in the room, Steve connected his eyes with Y/N, slipping out into the aisle. Flexing his hand nervously, Steve swallowed. “Pardon me?” The officiant blinked, a bit delayed from the unexpected objection.

“I object to this marriage,” Steve confirmed with a curt nod. “This woman does not love this man, but more importantly, I love this woman,” He proclaimed. “I stupidly let her go many years ago, but now I have the chance to right my wrongs by saving her from a marriage she clearly doesn’t want.”

“Is this true, Y/N?” The voice of Jessie questioned, looking at the armoured Y/N with furrowed brows. Y/N didn’t answer, unable to pull her eyes from Steve. When he had been hauled out of the room earlier, she had feared he would give up on her, but here he was - committing the biggest form of wedding deviance for her.

Hands slipping from Jessie’s, she grasped the skirt of her dress, hiking it up as she started towards Steve, ignoring the gasps and protests from the crowd. “It is true,” She answered, voice so quiet that if the church hadn’t been in complete shocked silence, nobody would have heard her. It seemed as if her world only consisted of two: her and Steve. “I wanted to tell you this when we were talking earlier,” She continued, still walking towards the stunned Steve. He had imagined this, but he had not thought about what this would feel like if it went right. “I love you. I never stopped, but I was too far into this relationship when I realized I would never be able to forget you. Besides, no matter how ardently I loved you, how much my heart churned for you, I believed that you did not want me. So, I carried on with the wedding.”

The crowd was too shocked to gasp, this ceremony had too many shocking moments occur within the span of a minute. “Runaway with me. Run from Hawkins, run from our families, run from your engagement. Runaway from me just like we talked about when we were teenagers,” Steve’s voice was hoarse as tears welled in his eyes, emotions leaking from him. “Don’t wait or say a single vow, Y/N. Let’s run away now.” He extended his hand to her. For a moment, Steve thought that time had stopped before the weight of her hand fell into his.

“Let’s run away now, Harrington.”

His intoxicated interrogation

-a jason todd ficlet.

(GN!S/O)

Summary: After a night out drinking with Richard, Jason has a few questions for you.

Warnings: Consumption of alcohol.

A/N: Cute or cringe? You can decide that for yourself.

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“Psst.”

An outcry for attention fills the room. You wilfully ignore it, focussing on the blinking curser, hoping to find a working rhythm amidst his noisy presence.

A mere minute passes and then,

“Psst.”

Sighing loudly, you blink dramatically before facing the source of your disruption.

Lying at the foot of the bed, is Jason, inebriated. Mimicking an eager and energetic puppy, he flops around at intervals of seconds.

“Yes, Jason?”

Turning with great struggle, he lies facing in your direction, “Do you think I’m pretty?”

In his drunken daze, the words come out slurred and at his petty inquisition, you find laughter bubbling within you.

Clearing your throat, you feign seriousness, “I think you’re the prettiest.”

A smile breaks out onto his face, wide and toothy. Content with your answer, he closes his eyes, nuzzling further into the warm comforter.

His contention breaks as soon as it arrives; eyes opening once more, he furrows his eyebrows. Gaze piercing, he stares at you with all the determination he can muster and further questions you, “Prettier than Dick?”

His tone is innocent, almost childlike and at the sound, you cannot help but pout in giddy amusement.

“What happened at the bar?” you already know but you would like to hear it recalled in his alcohol infused rage.

The ladies love Richard Grayson.

Crossing his arms, he frowns. Flipping to stare at the ceiling, he begins mocking his brother’s plethora of admirers with an animated shake of his head, “Oh, Richard, you’re so funny. Oh, Richard, you’re so tall. Oh, Richard, you’re so pretty.”

At the juvenile imitation, you can no longer hold in the laughter as it escapes the trembling cages of your lips. The joyous giggles flood the room, bouncing off the walls and he narrows his eyes, gaze reaching you; threatening and fierce, pushing you to justify yourself.

Silencing yourself immediately, you humour the man-child, “Dick?” waving your hand to indicate dismissal, you conjure a mock sour expression, “He’s got nothing on you. They were all probably too intimidated by you cause, you know, you’re so, umm, pretty.”

You snicker, he does not notice. His frown transforms into a smile, his brows straighten out and the worry lines dissipate. Satisfied with your words, he hums in agreement.

Letting the room embrace quietude, you finally pay mind to your abandoned laptop. Allowing the peace to guide you, your fingers move with diligent ease. As you work, Jason slithers closer towards you but you write it off as him simply tiring himself out.

It is only a matter of time before he begins his pestering once more.

Reaching his desired destination, he looks up at you with big, doe like eyes. Slowly moving his index finger, he begins poking you in the arm, only allowing a small moment of quietness before speaking up again, “Psst.”

Sighing, he is unavoidable, you think.

“Can I help you?”

“Would you still love me if I were a worm?”

Oh, dear god.

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A/N: We have reached 200 followers. That is absolute madness, utter and complete insanity. Having trouble fathoming it, if I’m being honest. I would like to thank each and everyone of you. You have made this such a fun experience and you have all been so kind. I cannot thank you enough. In celebration, I’m posting 2 fics. This is the first one, the other will soon follow. This is just a small token of my appreciation. Thank you, I love you and I hope you enjoy this!! <3

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