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make a wish, banksy. frat!adam banks x reader 

summary: it’s adam’s birthday. adam hates his birthday.

warning/s: swearing, underaged drinking

slater’s note: a second adam banks birthday story???? woahh

the frat house is filled with cheer and loud music as the ducks prepared for a very special event, hanging outdated christmas lights and streamers along the walls and ceiling to cheer and light up the dim and dusty interior of the house. 

connie and julie blew up balloons with helium but also sucking the toxic air into their lungs, talking with high voices before laughing their asses off. they found themselves lightheaded with hands pressed against their foreheads as their sight went black before it cleared- leaving them back to blow up balloons with laughs. 

dean and fulton filled the kitchen, impatiently, waiting for the timer to go off for the cake they had made, just for adam, a cake that had taken hours to make due to the both of them not knowing where to start till goldberg having to direct them. 

and it wasn’t soon till charlie busted through the door with luis, both hauling a large keg full of beer, toping the party off with a cherry that wouldn’t start till you and adam got home. 

you had promised to give adam the best birthday party he would ever experience, which wouldn’t be hard to beat seeming each birthday he ever had was always was with his parents in a nice restaurant with a steak dinner, something that was worse than it sounded, but he had accepted your bet, not really expecting much but a cake and the ducks, but you were determined for it to be more than that. 

charlie was given a schedule from julie, deeming him the official party supervisor, meaning everything on the schedule had to be there and on time just for adam’s birthday to go perfectly and run smoothly. 

“alright,” charlie pulled the schedule from his back pocket before checking off ‘get keg’ from the list, then stuffing it back in his jeans pocket. “we have less than an hour before they get back. is the cake done yet?” luis ducked his head toward the kitchen before wincing, “i don’t think so.”

“what?” charlie marched to the kitchen, catching fulton and dean carefully pulling out a large pan full of uneven cake, waiting to be frosted. “what’s going on, why aren’t you done yet?” “hey man, i don’t exactly specialize in cake making,” dean glared at charlie, raising his hands up in mock. he was frustrated and ready to walk out of the hot kitchen having been in there for more than two hours. 

“whatever, just get it done.” charlie marched towards the living room where connie and julie placed balloons around, his eyes going wide with how largely the area was decorated, barely being able to see the old crappy wallpaper, “nice job!” he pulled out his list before checking decorations off his list and then cake.. hoping it'd be done by the time you two would arrive. 

“alright,” charlie sighed, dropping his arms, “lets grab everyone else and start the finishing touches.” 

°•

the car filled with low rap music and adam drove the two of you home from dinner with his parents. he was always in a bad mood after seeing his parents, especially on his birthday.. it never really felt like his birthday when the attention was focused around them, arguing and focusing on themselves. 

the two of you had sat awkwardly listening. you really hadn’t wished this upon adam but he always felt obligated to spend dinner with them on his night despite there being no reason to, but it was the good of him. 

he parked his car in the frat house driveway, getting out slowly before joining your side at the front door where you could already hear the party music. it made you cringe, maybe this wasn’t going to be the best birthday ever. 

“i had a nice night tonight,” you mumbled, holding your tinfoil swan full of your leftovers. 

adam laughed lowly and lightly before looking down to you, nodding, “thank you for coming.”

“of course,” you nodded before standing quietly for a minute, you then pressed a kiss on his cheek before opening the front door to his party. 

“you’re finally here!” charlie called loudly, a drink in his hand as well as his wrist watch looking like a father waiting up for his children.

adam covered up his bad mood quickly, giving charlie a remorse filled smile before shaking his hand, “this is great man,” adam looked around at the streamers and balloons crowded everywhere he looked, “thank you.”

“don’t thank me,” charlie nodded in your direction with a small smile. “all your girlfriend.”

charlie disappeared from your sights causing adam to turn back to you, a smile on his face. he walked back and closer to you, laying his hand on your lower back, leaning down for a tight hug.

you smiled to it, your arms quickly wrapping around his shoulders before he pulled away just as fast, pressing a kiss on your nose, “thank you.” he meant it sincerely with admiration in his eyes. “i mean it, i don’t deserve it.”

“yes you do,” you said quickly, raising your hand to his soft pale cheek, “you really do, banksy.”

he shook his head, looking away from your eyes and out toward the party. he smiled, so content with what he saw, he was ready to go to bed, but he pulled you towards the living room, streamers dancing across his shoulders.

he continued to lightly pull you, the sound of music increasing as you were now next to a the stereo.

adam’s hand went to your waist, pulling you closer to him while you linked your arms around his neck, pressing your head against his chest, smiling.

you danced.

°•

the clock was soon to hit twelve and once julie realized it, she rushed adam quickly to the small kitchen table where his unleveled cake sat with white frosting and blue sloppy letters stating ‘happy birthday cake-eater!”

he smiled, looking up to all of you with happiness. his heart swelled as he leaned against the table with his forearms pressed against the old cold yellow table.

connie stabbed five candles within the cake before lighting them, mumbling a happy birthday to him as she did so, smiling lightly.

everyone sung happy birthday while adam’s cheeks burned red, his eyes diverting one duck to another while he clenched and unclenched his knuckles. you held his shoulders, squeezing them before leaning your head in his shoulders once the song ended.

he stared at his candles, hesitantly, glancing at you but only seeing your hair peeled over his shoulder.

“make a wish, banksy,” you squeezed his shoulders lightly again before pressing a kiss against his cheek. “you only turn nineteen once.”

he glanced at you once again before smiling slightly, blowing out the five candles, making a wish.

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forty for a kiss. adam banks x reader

summary: reader gets paid forty bucks just to kiss the new varsity kid

warning/s: swearing

slater’s note: short and sweet but adam banks marry me challenge!

“guess what,” you sat down at the wooden lunch table, your face reading completely astounded to your friends. “i just made forty bucks.”

your eyes were wide and glisten at the corners. your mouth was agape, still not believing someone gave you twenty dollars on free will.

“what for?” connie quirked a brow, staring at the money you held in your hand, as she continued to throw chips in her mouth, not really astounded as you were, but still interested.

“i don’t know,” you shrugged, settling down from your high of happiness. “i have to kiss some guy and i’ll get another twenty bucks later.”

“you’re serious,” julie looked at you dumbfounded, her hand reaching for yours as if to examine whether or not the money you held was real.

“yeah.”

“hell, i’d do more than kiss a guy for twenty bucks,” julie shook her head, still taken aback while drinking her milk.

you snorted, shaking your head as well before stuffing the money in your back pocket.

“so who’s the lucky guy?”

“um, some new varsity kid,” your eyes searched around the lunchroom for a face you could put to the name the other varsity hockey boys had given you. “adam banks.”

julie just about choked on her milk, the white substances hitting the back of her throat awkwardly, causing her to fall into a coughing fit. her eyes had gone wide like connie’s, them both sharing a look before looking back to you.

“do you guys know him?”

“know him?” connie scoffed, shocked, “adam’s on our team.”

“used to,” julie corrected, “used to be on our team. he played for the ducks but know he’s on varsity.”

you smiled, laughing a little, “which one is he?”

julie stood to her feet slightly, looking around for the blonde before sitting back down, pointing, “he’s standing by charlie’s table. the blonde boy.”

you rose an eyebrow, eyes finally hitting his tall figure, nodding as if finally content, “cute.”

connie and julie once again share a look before laughing a little, glancing to you again where they watched you get to your feet, rubbing your lips together before heading to the boys direction.

their mouths dropped, not expecting you to actually kiss him. adam hadn’t ever had much attention from girls, and when he did- he wasn’t really ever interested. hockey was always the main focus.

you shrugged your shoulders back before gliding your way to the boy. you smiled before tapping adam on the shoulder, your hands clasped behind your back, making you look innocent. he turned around, his face blank.

“are you adam?”

“uh, yeah?”

“good,” you smiled before sneaking your hand around the back of his head.

you leaned upwards, pressing your lips against his causing a round of amused and shocked noises, making you smile against his soft lips. you felt his body stiffen against yours but he made no move to protest against your kiss. after a couple of more seconds, you pulled away, grinning before nodding in content.

he stared at you dumbfounded, completely stunned with no words to say as the ducks all patted him on the back, almost as if they were proud for him for something he hadn’t initiated.

you walked away with a pep in your step, a considerable amount of eyes on you. you ate it, energy surged through your chest making you smile with how giddy you felt. adam’s hadn’t left you, completely shocked with his mouth opened slightly and his cheeks burning red, not used to that kind of attention.

you sat down again before connie and julie, both completely shocked. they knew this would be the talk of practice.

“there’s no way you did that,” connie exclaimed, her cheeks red for you as she smiled. “you have some balls.”

julie shook her head, trying to cover her smile as she looked down low at the table, giddiness also eating at her.

“like promised,” someone clapped you on the shoulder from your seat, handing you another twenty dollars. “forty for a kiss.”

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my request if you’d like to do it :) finnick and the reader are past exes. they both get chosen as the district 4 victors for the quarter quell. they constantly argue with each other and taunt each other and are apart of different alliances. but they both realize they’re still in love and want to protect each other so during the games the reader switches to finnicks group. they then admit their feelings.

sides switched. finnick odair x reader

summary: in which reader and finnick still have feelings for each other after all this time

warning/s: swearing

slater’s note: hi! thank you for the request, good to know there’s still finnick stans out there :))

you squeezed your eyes shut tightly, counting.

one, two, three, four...

everything was quiet, leaving you to your own thoughts and you found so much pain in it. you wish you could fall asleep but you knew, even then the horrors of future would reach you.

less than ten hours ago your name was drawn and called out to the crowd of district four, deeming you the female victor that would take part in the quarter quell. you had clenched your jaw tightly before joining your escorts side, trying to hold back from frowning too much since the whole capitol was watching, probably waiting for a smile from your face due to your ruthless win a few years back making it seem as if you enjoyed killing. 

but because of your ruthless killing you'd be haunted for the rest of your life just because of it. 

your bare feet padded against the floor of the hallway that lead to each of the bedrooms quietly, hoping you could distract yourself from your aching chest. the thing was, you had never dreamed of having anything to do with the capitol after winning the games, but after snow placed that crown over your head and congratulated you, you had learned it was only the beginning. 

you traveled to the butt of the train with your hand pressed against the metal walls in guidance. the walls were entirely glass, giving you a good view of the environment that you passed by, which at the moment was entirely too dark for you to see. 

you almost let out a yell once you realized you weren’t the only one in the room. your eyes fixating on finnick who sat comfortably on the couch that outlined against the curve of the wall, his eyes fixated outside the window till he turned his head, looking to you, or so you guessed since it was so dark. 

“i should’ve known you'd be awake,” he mumbled lowly a sense of spite low in his tone as he shifted slightly in his seat. 

“we’re both so alike,” you whispered back, staying stationary in your place by the door. it wouldn’t have been right if you sat. after the two of you had ended things it never felt right to be anywhere near him, but it was hard to stay away when the two of you were practically neighbors in victors village. 

you saw him everyday, even if you didn’t want to, he was there. 

“funny how that works,” he smiled a little but still filled with the illness of hatred in the pit of his stomach. he then stood, taking slow steps towards you before he was close enough that both of your chests almost touched. “we’re oddly so much like the ones we hate.” 

“don’t deny it, finnick,” you mumbled, looking up through your lashes with an impressionable smirk on your face. “you still love me.” 

“oh how you know me so well,” he said back sarcastically, making you wince, “but it seems you forget, i don’t care for those who bring no value to me.” 

you clenched your jaw at his words, he knew very well that they’d hurt you and perhaps that was his way of finally getting back at you for ending things, for laying those exact words out for him to listen to. you resisted the urge to explain yourself, to speak the long overdue explanation you had made up in your head long ago, but you bit your tongue allowing him to bump shoulders with you rather roughly, exiting the room. 

°•

you never intended to hurt finnick, but with the whole capitol against you and president snow himself, you were force to end things before either one of you got hurt. 

you stood out in the hallway, not necessarily paying attention to their words but rather the audience. you swallowed uncomfortably, slightly put off and forgetting how nerve racking it was to speak in front of thousands of judging faces who only wanted a show. 

“play dumb,” you heard finnick’s whisper voice from behind you making you tense up slightly, raising your shoulders in anticipation. he didn’t join you side, staying behind you yet inches away as he continued to whisper while watching caesar and a male victor. “it always works.”

you clenched your fists rather hard allowing your nails to press harshly in the palm of your hand, “i don’t want to.”

“you have to,” he seemed eager, knowing it was almost your turn to get interviewed. “they eat that up.”  “it’s different this time,” you mumbled, “i’m not fifteen anymore.” 

“y/n,” finnick flipped you around quickly, no longer whispering but rather harsh at tone, not wanting you to fuck this up, “you’re going to go out there and play that cute stupid little girl the capitol loves so much because if you don’t, we lose. you fuck it up.” you shove him off quickly, now angered, “you think i care anymore? the moment my name was drawn, i lost. either way, however i fucking play it, snow will have my head.” 

he watched you storm off until you hit the edge of the curtain line, allowing caesar to introduce you, allowing a round of cheers and applause to welcome you. you looked back to finnick cautiously, thinking, then gliding out in front of everyone, putting that cute stupid little girl smile the capitol adored so much. 

he knew you'd do it, no matter how much you didn’t want to, you kept up the fake act, putting on the show and feeding into their entertainment. finnick couldn’t help but smile, looking to his feet before back to where you sat, moving like a little girl with your arms while you answered caesar’s questions with delight and to that, the crowd cheered, laughed, clapped, adored you. 

you had looked over your shoulder to see finnick standing, watching you with pure astonishment like everyone else, but he kept his face blank of emotion with his lips slightly curved and arms held behind his back. 

you gave him an unimpressed look, one that told him you weren't happy with him. you slightly shook your head once before turning your attention back to caesar who was recovering from his fit of laughter. 

you would do anything for finnick, especially if that meant he was safe. including acting like a fool in front of capitol people, the real fools. 

°•

the moment the countdown had ended, you dove into the water, swimming as fast as you could to the cornucopia, knowing well enough you needed a weapon if you were going to survive, especially if you were without finnick. 

you hurled yourself on the rough rock the cornucopia was sat on, moving quickly before grabbing onto a spear, deciding that was the best you’d get if you wanted to move fast, but before you could dive back into the water you felt a hand pull you back roughly. 

you swung your spear fast, the large, sharp point landing close to one of the male career’s throats. you kept your arm steady as he still held onto you, giving you a knowing look as if asking if you actually wanted to do that. and you really did. 

“you’re with us girl,” he grumbled, trying his best to lean away from the spear. 

“no, i’m not.” 

a hand abruptly yanked on your hair roughly, pulling your head back to face the career one, gloss, a playful look on his face, “you wanna survive, you’re coming with us.” 

°•

night set in fast as you had hesitantly agreed into the alliance of the careers, not wanting to die just yet. they had kept you close and in-between them as you all hiked through the jungle full of disasters. 

if the obstacles of death traps didn’t kill you, the heat and dehydration definitely would. sweat soaked your body, it dripped down your forehead creating your face to heat up even more than it already was. 

you weren’t sure where you were going or what the career’s motive was at the moment but you knew it wasn’t good, especially when you pretended to lie asleep on the ground, allowing them to speak freely. 

“we’re getting nowhere,” one of the mumbled, “i’m going to die before we find the girl on fire.” 

“you need to be more patient,” one of the girls grumbled. 

“we need to kill girl on fire,” the voice spoke fast and angrily, “but before that, we have to kill the district four boy. we have a lot to do and we’re getting no where, so excuse me for not being fucking paitent.” 

“how do you propose we move faster? we have a whole goddamn island to search and they could be anywhere on it.” 

“that’s why we have her.”

you held your breath, feeling the obvious attention pulled to you. 

“there's no way she’ll help, they’re from the same district.” 

“oh she’ll help,” you could hear the snark in the mans voice making you close your eyes shut tightly. “she’ll just need some convincing.” 

you felt stuck in your body, completely trapped as they had continued to talk before it went completely silent. you knew they wouldn’t kill you, but you were still too fearful to fall asleep. 

it wasn't long till you felt a kick on you back, “it’s your turn to keep watch.” 

you rolled over seeing the female victor from district one, you got to your feet slowly, eyeing the girl carefully before nodding, leaning against a tree while she laid down next her brother. 

you watched her silently before your eyes traveled to the rest of the careers thinking about how you could do it right then. kill them. they were all sound asleep but then again it wouldn’t be a smart play. anyone who had survived the games slept lightly. the moment you cracked the skull of one of them, the rest would be ready to pounce. 

you had to run. 

°•

“johanna?” 

“y/n?” the girl narrowed her brows, squinting at you before fully coming to realization it was you. “jesus, y/n, thank god you’re alive.” 

she wrapped her arms around you before pulling away just as fast, her eyes frantic with sweat dripping down her forehead. you could tell she was so close to falling away from her sanity just as you were. 

“where’s finnick?” “i don’t know,” she shrugged, “i would have guessed he was with you.” 

“fuck,” you whispered, pulling away fully from her grasp. she gave you a questioning look. “we need to find him, the careers are hunting for him and if we don’t find him before they do-” 

you were cutoff from the loud sound of thunder, drawing both of your eyes to the sky. johanna let out a yelp of joy, calling out to the rest of her group with a rather rare smile on her face, “rain!”

you could see the large droplets begin to fall from the sky fast making you gasp in slight relief. johanna ducked her head back in joy, allowing the rain to fall on her face, only for hot droplets of blood to soak her face. 

your eyes went wide and you gasped, the same liquid completely soaking you. the feeling was warm and you suddenly wanted to throw up as the taste filled your mouth. 

johanna let out a scream, calling out to the rest of her alliance—her alliance that you couldn’t see—yelling them to run and follow her. you tried your best to shield your eyes from the blood, attempting to find where she was, but you failed, feeling trapped as you were so completely unaware of everything of your surroundings. 

“y/n!” johanna yelled for you, causing you to begin to run, no longer shielding your eyes, but squinting, trying your best to see but it was hard when your entire vision filled with red. “y/n, where are you?”

you ran and ran, gripping your spear tightly as johanna continued to yell till finally you bumped into something roughly, or rather somebody, landing you on the ground and just as fast as you figured out who it was, they swung their large weapon to you, making you roll fast onto your stomach before you tried your best to get to your feet. 

you were quickly knocked back down to the slick floor of the jungle and away from your spear making you swear. someones body quickly layered over yours, pressing a knife to your throat. you recognized him to be one of the people who had made an alliance with the careers, “where’s your boyfriend, girl?”

“i don’t know.” you suddenly yelped loudly, feeling the familiar feeling of being sliced, his knife running roughly along your bicep, causing your own blood to blend within the rain. you seethed, struggling beneath his weight, but he kept you still, now pressing the sharp knife against your cheek.

“i’m only going to ask this one more time,” he said harshly, blood filing his hair before dropping down upon your face causing you to continuously flinch. “where is finnick?” “i said i don’t know!” you yelled before screaming loudly as you felt the knife sliced against your thigh deeper than before. 

you struggled harder even more, tears coming to your eyes as your hands grasped the ground tightly before you took hold of a rock, slamming against the side of his face. he cried out in a low yell as you quickly got to your feet, slipping once as you grabbed your spear before going into a full on sprint. 

it felt forever, your lungs beginning to give out as you gasped and gasped, forcing yourself to keep running so the man wouldn’t catch up with you. 

the blood rain slowly begun to stop, causing relief to fall from your shoulders, but you knew that now you had to find finnick. he was the only thing that mattered right in that moment, you didn’t even care if snow would kill you himself just because you broke the promise you made to him. 

the lining to the trees begun to clear, causing you to slow your pace, allowing yourself to finally catch your breath as you slowly walked, now fully aware of the pain seething on the side of your thigh and bicep. your walk turned into a limp and soon you broke to the beach where you saw johanna, beetee, wiress, and.. finnick. 

“oh thank god,” johanna’s gaze landed on you making you slowly walk her way, wincing. she looked as if she was about to hit you, scold you for not following her but her eyes slightly went wide at the sight of blood still oozing from your body. “what the fuck happened?” “one of the career alliances found me,” you mumbled, still trying to catch your breath as you stared out towards the horizon, completely exhausted. 

“what's going on?” finnick was quick to join your conversation with his face scrambled up to a frown, looking to johanna then to you. 

“your girlfriend-” “finn,” you grasped his arm quickly, interrupting johanna before she could say anything more. “finnick, i need to talk to you.” 

his eyes intensified as he got a better look at you, his hand grasping your arm, the one that already held his. his jaw was clenched, hesitant, looking to the water before looking back down to you, looking to katniss before looking back to you.

he pulled you away slowly from johanna and the rest of the group despite her grumbling. finnick’s lips were pressed into a thin line as he still held you. he could feel his stomach swirl at the sight of you, his chest tightening to realization that you were hurt and probably because he wasn't there. 

“finnick, the careers are looking to kill you.”

“it’s the games, y/n, everyone’s out to kill me,” he almost scoffed, shaking his head while slowly removing his hand from yours in support, almost finding it ridiculous that this was what you had to tell him. 

“finn, no,” you shook your head rather fast, your voice broke and your head began to spin, “you don’t understand, there’s something going on, something’s not right.” 

he looked taken aback, stress lines falling from his face as he slightly leaned back, now fully letting go of your arm, “y/n.”

“finnick,” your voice was breathy, head still spinning, and he leaned back forward, ducking closer to you.

“you hear what you’re saying?”

say it. y/n, say it.

he hoped and begged you knew about the rebellion, he hoped you knew but there was a rare chance you did from the way you looked at him.

“what?”

he couldn’t say it. he wanted so badly but they were being watched, everywhere, there would be no way for him to tell you.

you laid a hand on your forehead, feeling dizzy. your eyes rolled to the back of your head before your legs gave out from under you. finnick quickly falling with you, his eyes going wide as his hands roamed everywhere on your body, shaking you.

“y/n?”

your head rolled, your vision blacking out after you mumbled, “i don’t want you to die, finn.”

°•

finnick softly dragged the side of his fingers against your cheekbone, waiting patiently for your conscious to return.

you had scared him, real bad. if he was being honest, he never stopped caring for you, even after your hurtful words that lead to a break up. he almost knew that was coming, all things good in panem didn’t last, especially the most desired.

they always became corrupted.

you had been on this cursed island for more than twenty four hours without food or water and untended wounds, it made sense as to why you passed out, but it still didn’t put finnick at ease with johanna’s constant reassurance that you were okay, that you were going to be okay.. once you woke up.

finnick sniffed, wiping his nose before slouching, his eyes never leaving your face, not wanting to miss it when you woke up.

“she’ll be alright,” johanna mumbled, coming to his side with her squeezing his shoulder quickly before letting go, eyeing you softly. “better she’s in there then out there.”

“yeah,” he whispered softly, “i still.. i just can’t help but worry..”

“well you’ve both been away from each other for how long?” johanna lifted a brow before her voice unleveled to a more serious tone. “you know she loves you, right? she came running through the forest only worried about you, finnick, no one else.”

his lips pressed into a thin line before he lightly drew his thumb against your cheek, “i love her too.”

“then you tell her that.”

finnick resisted arguing back, knowing eyes were on them. he only nodded his head causing johanna to walk away, content enough to leave him alone.

you had finally woke ten minutes later, feeling as if you were dying from the way your stomach screwed up in a strange feeling of pain. you sat up quickly, breathing harshly before you felt hands lay on you gently, resting you back down with shushing noises.

“it’s alright, you’re okay,” finnick pressed his hand against your forehead before running it back through your hair, trying his best to calm you down. “you’re safe,” he whispered, his mouth close to your ear before pressing his lips gently to the side of your head.

“finnick,” you gasped lowly, reaching out for him before he took your hand, squeezing it reassuringly that he was there. “finnick, i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to hurt you.”

he shushed you again, but in reassurance that your words were nonsense, “it’s okay,” he shook his head with a light tone, still stroking your hair, “it’s fine, love. okay?”

your cold hand reached up to cup his face, to which he leaned into, smiling softly, “i still love you,” you whispered, smoothing your thumb over his cheekbone, “i don’t care if snow kills me for it, i still love you.”

finnick smiled widely, feeling his heart put at ease before he leaned down, pressing his lips against yours while his hand caressed your face. he pulled away slowly before mumbling, “i love you too.”

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the people of tumblr are a lot more horny than i originally thought. i guess the real thing does it better for them than the actual smut fics you put out. anyways i’m still not over demolishing 😳👋👋

the way your porn link post already has so many likes is sending me 😭 i mean you gave the people what they wanted

they be hyping it up more than my actual fics 🙁🙁

some jason todd content

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wc: 530

pairing: jason todd // gn reader

You find him lying on the couch when you get home.

“Jason,” you chide, “again?”.

His helmet is cast on the floor and his legs are propped up on the cushion. He looks up at you, and the smile he wears is pure honey backed by exhaustion.

Your keys clatter as they are dropped in the bowl, and your shoes are off by the time you are standing next to him. Pulling him off the couch takes all your weight, and even then, you probably couldn't do it without him helping.

“Ten bucks says you don’t make it to the bathroom door before passing out, Jay.”

He groans and gives you a meager, “Fuck off.”

“You know not getting shot every time you go out on patrol could really fix this,” you hum to him.

The door opens with a creak, and when you turn the light on Jason winces at the harsh white glare. You've gotten better at taking care of his wounds since you started dating, but as he sits on the sink and you take the bandages and supplies out of the closet, your heart hurts just a little.

His curls are glued to his forehead, his eyes can hardly stay open, and yet he still smiles when you fumble with the roll of bandages and let out a string of curses.

Finishing cleaning all his wounds takes longer than you thought, but when you’re done and everything is put away, Jason slips off the sink and wraps his arms around your waist.

You hear a quiet, “Thank you,” and tighten your arms around his neck pulling him even closer.

“I’m not kidding about the getting shot thing though. The next time you get hurt while trying to backflip to win a bet in the middle of a fight I will personally let you bleed out.”

Jason groans.

“Tim told you, didn’t he?”

You lean back to give him a teasing smile, “He texted me right after he made sure you weren’t dead.”

The sigh he lets out is telling, both of his tiredness and exasperation, and as you pull his hand leading him to your bedroom, he doesn’t complain.

Jason is already in bed when you finish your nightly routine, and the blankets are warm and accepting when you crawl into them and his arms.

“I have class tomorrow at 8,” you say into his neck.

“Patrol starts at 6,” he replies.

He presses a kiss to your forehead, and you sink even further into his embrace. Soft breaths fill the gaps in the silence that the city can’t quite get to.

There’s an unspoken understanding that whatever solace you both take in these quiet moments of company only last until the sun breaks them apart. The sun always comes back up, and while time flows like molasses when you’re in his arms, you can’t help but think sometimes that the molasses flows too fast.

Jason’s breathing slows enough for you to recognize he’s asleep and you curl closer into the warmth of his body.

“I love you,” you whisper into his shirt.

You could swear you see the ghost of a smile on his face.