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stararch4ngelqueen · 7 months
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Due to the cold weather, Reader snuggled up with Jason (bonus: if His mask was so cold that reader had to move away in the end.)
Buy something that is the same color as his beautiful blue eyes. I think he himself would be happy about this. In the end, he might secretly get something in return and leave a gift above the head of the bed.
Might be a little hot But I'd love to see Jason fidget as Reader sucks on his food-coated fingers. Because reader were tripped over her own feet and spilled food on Jason. (you like that don't you? something bad happend to reader's toes or feet)
reader wears a dog collar- (*cuagh* NO)
When reader said trick or treat, Jason placed his pistol in her basket. (He doesn't have any snacks.)
Gotham’s cold weather is just as bad as rainy seasons.
How Jason managed to stay warm in just a leather jacket over a padded suit was beyond your belief. Sometimes, even your blankets weren’t enough warmth once your walking furnace slipped out from under the covers.
After some puppy eyed begging, you hear a loud, exaggerated grunt erupt through his modulator before crawling back into bed, now a few pounds heavier with all his gear. Helmet included.
Said helmet was left on the desk, unconventionally close to your sealed, frosted window.
Piercingly cold, red metal pressed along your lower cheek when he attempted to return towards his cuddly position prior. Every bump on your skin rose as you hissed, tilting your head off towards the side.
“Cold, Jason,” your sleepy voice whined out in irritation.
“Mm, how’d you suddenly get so warm?” His teasing tone reveals his audible smile, clutching you closer like a doll to your irritating dismay. Pressing his helmet closer into the crook of your neck, you could only writhe uncontrollably until it warmed.
“Jasooon!” You squeal, his other arm slipping under your body, keeping you trapped in his temporary prison.
“You wanted this, Princess! I’m just doin’ what you asked for!”
- -
You’d be a fool if you said Jason didn’t enjoy books. You’d also be a fool if you didn’t think red wasn’t his favorite color.
He’d say it is, but you knew it was blue. Sometimes green.
Understandably, you knew if you had borrowed one of his favorite, well worn copies of Shakespeare, he’d definitely notice within the same day after you hid them in your closet.
So, for his birthday, you get him brand new books with an added twist.
After receiving his gifts from the rest of the family, putting on smiles and words of thanks, he opens his new copies of Hamlet, Pride and Prejudice, and Kings of war.
Freshly printed words on silver lined paper, on intricately designed, teal hardback covers. Each one personalized with his name in slick, silver lettering on the bottom.
His silence had never been met with a smile so big at the sight of them, the art of speech lost on the vigilante for a good few minutes as he traced the designs, brushing his thumb over his engraved name.
He’d keep an eye out for weeks for a thank you gift. Who gives presents as a thanks after getting a birthday gift?
Try arguing with him when you see an expensive jewelry store box sitting on top of your pillow two days later.
- -
Strawberry jelly on toast. It was as simple at that for you on some lazy Sunday mornings. That, and you needed to do shopping.
Last you recall was turning your body around, blunt spreading knife in hand to toss into the sink, only to be met with a wall of muscles that constructed your boyfriend.
You gasp, not only from the startle, but from pure panic when Jason’s hand clasps yours, preventing the dangerously dull butter knife from doing any damage.
“Open those eyes, sweetheart,” Jason jokes after shortly letting you go, putting the knife in the sink for you.
“Sorry,” you immediately say, feeling a bit bad regardless. It was a butter knife, something so flimsy and useless, besides smearing condiments.
“S’alright.” Jason’s head glanced off towards the various counters in the kitchen, his slightly raised hand displaying the smear of strawberry jam on his thumb.
He was moments away from shrugging off his search and simply licking it off, until he feels your hands grasp his wrist and palm, gaining his attention.
Without a single word said, your tongue brushes along the edge of his calloused thumb, collecting the sticky, overly sweet jam juice off his skin.
Jason nearly froze on the spot, his mind spiraling to imagine a response to say as the pink, little tip of your tongue peeled through your lips, repeating the action once more until you were satisfied.
“Were we.. outta napkins, babe?” He questions, shortly swallowing after forgetting all about his morning coffee.
“Ran out last night,” you reply, proceeding to lick a thin dot of jam on your own pointer finger, all while maintaining eye contact.
“I see.”
- -
Everyone agrees that Jason’s hand alone is more than substantial than any collar.
He proved his point shortly after forgetting about your strawberry toast.
- -
(Sorta dark humor joke)
“Did you just-“ you glance down at the gun inside the empty candy bowl.
It was a joke. You had an empty bowl, walked up to him with a teasing chime in your voice when you asked, and this is how Jason responds.
The weight of the weapon alone told you it obviously wasn’t fake.
Your deadpanned expression flicking in between the gun and him. He had an apple in his other hand, why pick the gun?
“How do I—… do I just shove it in my mouth—?”
“Huh? What—no!”
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so-very-small · 6 months
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kiwistede · 6 months
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From Lindsey Cantrell’s insta- stories
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astronomodome · 8 months
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sorry for putting that old man in the pantry with the strawberry jam that looks smells tastes and feels like human blood i swear it was an accident just like the 999 other times
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Imagine if Sally somehow gets her hands on a pair of 3ft platform heels so she can kiss her girlfriend without poppy breaking her neck. Wally ‘borrows’ them to feel Bonita 💃🏻💅
finally, easily accessible kisses... she's too powerful...
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and ofc Wally's... experience
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hoarder-of-dragons · 1 year
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[Arthur accompanies Merlin for gathering herbs and sees Merlin slipping over a rock]
Arthur: Merlin you incompetent fool, can't you walk properly
Arthur, after realizing Merlin is actually hurt: SHIT MERLIN WE NEED TO GET YOU BACK TO SAFETY I LOVE YOU SO MUCH I NEED YOU TO STAY ALIVE FOR ME MERLIN PLEASE-
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scariuh · 22 days
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At last
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A bit of Rook's tit
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good-beansdraws · 4 months
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I am allowed one batshit au every so often 🩰
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liketheinferno2 · 2 months
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Today marks exactly 2 years of freedom from abuse, not sure how to celebrate besides eating good and being proud so that's what I'll do
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kaymarie-bell · 10 months
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akindplace · 6 months
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The sky looked so beautiful, so blue with some clouds, a sign of rain that might come at night. I twisted my ankle and fell a while after taking these pics, but at least I got to enjoy a little walk, hopefully my ankle heals soon cause not being able to walk sucks
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irafuwas · 9 months
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Lil merch haul featuring kitty 🐱
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blorbologist · 1 year
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Okay, now I get why they made their eyes Like That
these babies have seen some shit
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handern · 11 months
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only good thing in my life this week is that the HUGE teacups I've been lusting after for like a year in the garden isle of the supermarket are ON SALE at half price
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acespirit · 6 months
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you don't understand tumblrinas I wasn't joking about juno steel I'm never joking about juno steel once again I lie there for an hour listening to and thinking about juno steel and again I am overtaken it is midnight thirty I put on my fire safe leather jacket I stand forlornly alone on empty bridges I clandestinely avoid cars and human interaction staring into the night sky in a place that should be full of life yet I am always alone and I AM STILL FEELING THINGS ABOUT JUNO MOTHERFUCKING STEEL--
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jangmi-latte · 1 year
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GOD FORBID YOU START STRIPPING PER CARD IF WE GET ANOTHER VERSION OF YOUR KINGLY GARB SPRITE I WILL MAKE SURE YOU'RE HAVING HYPOTHERMIA WHEN YOU'RE BACK IN YOUR HOMELAND VIL MF SCHOENHEIT
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