#jay-ro

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luvrodite a collection of summer (and forever) loves <3

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stephbrown this is so perfect but why would a man be there...

jtodd cry about it brown luvrodite stephanie 😭

dickgrayson enjoy!! expecting a really cool souvenir for your favourite brother in law! 😁🏝️

jtodd it's damian jsyk you're getting nothing timothydrakewayne why are you trolling everyone in the comments. get a job stephbrown here comes the president of the dick grayson fan club LMFAO timothydrakewayne ?? whose side are you on

royharper i'm giving you guys evil eye for being on holiday while i'm suffering

luvrodite i love you so much but who taught you about evil eye + if anything ruins my holiday now i will hunt you down royharper jtodd are you just going to allow this jtodd happy wife happy life royharper you're not married ? jtodd :)

i miss summer i miss whimsy i miss selfshipping !! so here is my solution to that <33

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selfship picrew!! look how cutie this is!!

no pressure tagging: @fic-over-cannon @teddybeartoji @theold-ultraviolence and anyone else!

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jay ro lore drop of the night is that he gets me an encyclopaedia set after i mention wanting to get one again because my parents gave away the set i had as a kid.

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you guys.

link to the picrew here

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i love jason because we take turns being freaks <3 my bestest friend in da world <3

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jay-ro selfship board i love u so bad

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cw children, implied afab reader, discussion of children, established relationship

jason and coming home to an empty home after being around family all day, breathing out shared sighs as you change out of our clothes. he clasps a hand around the back of your neck to press a kiss to your forehead, and the both of you climb into bed, the sheets cool under you.

the silence is louder than it usually is. after a beat, he says,

‘it was nice to be out today.’ you hum, shifting closer to tuck your chin over his shoulder. instinctively, his arm comes up around your back, and he smooths your top down where it’s begun to ride up.

‘you were so sweet with the kids,’ you murmur, and he preens a little when you brush a finger over his cupid’s bow, propping yourself further up his chest. he purses his lips, bestowing a kiss to the pad of your finger.

‘they’re cute,’ he mumbles. the words you haven’t said hang between you, and you grin a little when he hesitates, before asking, ‘you ever think about that stuff? havin’ kids?’

you stare down at him for a moment before letting out a breath. ‘yeah, sometimes.’

‘sometimes?’

you lift a shoulder. ‘yeah, it crosses my mind. today, it definitely did.’

he laughs quietly. ‘when i was with the kids?’

you pinch his chin. ‘don’t make fun.’

he catches your hand as you pull it away, kissing your palm. ‘sorry. ‘m not.’

‘better not be.’

‘cross my heart.’

‘good,’ you say decisively. he hums in response, rolling the fabric of your shirt between his fingers.

‘that something you want now?’ he asks quietly. the metal of his wedding band presses briefly against your hip and you shiver, pressing closer.

it takes you a moment to answer, distracted briefly by the warmth.

‘i don’t know,’ you tell him truthfully. it comes easily, words slipping from your lips like water. he’s your best friend. how could they not?

you stroke his cheek as you think out loud. ‘i like things as they are now, baby.’ you look at him to gauge his response and he lifts his lips in a small smile.

‘i do too.’

‘i like it, getting you to myself like this,’ you say, feeling a little selfish and warming all over when he laughs. it’s an affectionate noise, and he draws in close to brush his lips against your cheek. ‘i want a baby, i think, but later. not now. i want to have you like this a little longer.’

the sigh he lets out is one of contentment, and he settles back into the sheets.

‘me too.’ a thumb strokes over your hip and you lean down to press a kiss on his mouth, lingering when he lets out a sweet, soft sound, an exhalation of air that presses into your tongue and dissolves, spun sugar and pure love. ‘later, then.’

‘later,’ you affirm. the late afternoon is spent swapping drowsy kisses, and though the silence is not replaced by the squeals of a child, love fills your home still.

sorry had this thought of coming home and being like. i want kids. but also not right now. because i want it to be just us a little longer. so everything changes but also not much at all. tagging this as selfship because it’s also so stupidly indulgent and borne out of my daydreams with him