Jason Todd x gn! Reader - Colors
A/n: Not gonna lie this is an entirely self indulged fic
Warnings: being self deprecating, wounds, kind of the start a panic attack at one point I think (I didn't really realize till after i'd written it), technically mentions of murder without acutal saying the word, I think that's it? You have been warned!
Summary: When the red gets too much, your always there to show him there's more to life then the crimson red
The three P's:
[Pov: Jason's pov] [Parings: (romantic) Jason x reader] [Pronouns used: You/your]
Jason Todd's life wasn't very full of colors. He got a lot of black, brown sometimes, and the aching red that followed him every where.
Red was like the trail that followed him, the color people saw around his aura, the color smeared across his face, or someone else's. It was very prominent in his life, and some part of him hated what it represented and another part of him nurtured it.
Then you came along.
Dancing into his life you spread color around religiously, the way you walked was yellow, but the way you stood was pink. Then you would open your mouth and a stream of colors would come out seeking out all the points in a conversation.
Your aura changed every now and then but to Jason it was predominantly purple. Which is fitting, as the color itself often meant; wisdom, ambition, peace, and mystery. Because to Jason, you were everything mysterious as you were kind. He couldn't understand, how someone who's grown up in the Gotham dumps, could be so good?
Tumbling into the open widow he nearly breaks it on the way in despite how he usually can come in at least semi-graceful. He limps to the bathroom his hand held firmly on his lower left side, desperately trying to find the first aid kit.
Everything around him is red, he's basically glowing red. His emotions are running high as he shakily tries to find everything he needs but his vision is just getting so blurry, and he knows, he knows he's panicking. Jesus, it wasn't like he was 14 again.
He shouldn't be like this - he fists his hands as they shake, he's Red Hood, not Robin. He isn't helpless, he can protect people. He swears it, but his mind doesn't quite believe.
Protect, protect, protect, he can protect those people, he has to be able too. He can't let more people die not at his hands-
Your eyes are in front of him, staring as you cup his cheeks. The redness fades slowly and a pale gold is around him while your thumb brushes over his lip and your other hand goes to find the proper medical care to help him.
Openly he stares at you in awe, you somehow know how to help him, without even saying a word. To calm his mind with just being there.
After he's all stitched and bandaged up you pull him close and run your hand through his hair.
"Come to bed my love, you've protected them all already."
When you say those words he nearly cries, they're exactly what he needed to hear and lets himself get absorbed into your embrace.
"I couldn't ask for a better partner, you know?" He whispers into your ear so quietly it was as if he were afraid someone else would hear the words in your empty apartment.
You don't reply instead you smile down at him before gently pulling him towards the bedroom.
As he sleeps he sees every color possible to see - he dreams about you.
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come lie with my bones
Author: little_brown_songbird
Rating/Warning: Teen and up audience, referenced ED
Chapter Count: 1/?
Description:
His parting shot hits her like a slap, because he knows she wants to save her first time for prom night, had always complained about her being a fucking tease, c'mon, Chris, when she stopped him from pulling up her skirt. Chrissy stares fixedly at her hands, clenched so tightly that the knuckles are white, fighting back tears. She thinks about how the school will react, how her mother will react — maybe if you didn’t gain those extra pounds over the summer, dear — and has to bite her lip against a sob.
“Personally, I think you’re fucking spectacular, but what do I know?” says a voice in front of her.
Or: Chrissy breaks up with Jason. In the aftermath, Eddie Munson is there to comfort her.
Tags: Alternate universe- no vecna, comforting, Eddie is a sweetie, Chrissy has a CRUSH, it's so fluffy, fluff, Chrissy POV, one-shot, status: completed
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There are many kinds of fluff,
Like that bunch inside your sock. 🧦
Or the one that clings in static
To your favorite frock. 👗
There's that bit you find in your belly button
After a good night's sleep. 🛌
I always wonder where that one comes from;
Maybe I counted too many sheep? 🐑
There's those bits in between your toes
And the fluff that tickles your nose. 👃
There's the fluff that comes from the dryer
After washing your clothes.
But my favorite fluff of all,
Stands less than 2 feet tall.
It purrs when it is pat.
It's the fluff attached to my cat. 🐈
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