#laura's rambles

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One of the best things about loving Jason is the fact that this man COULD throw you around like a ragdoll, no matter your size, yet he is the world's softest freaking teddy bear. Just think. He walks with you on the street, resting bitch face, to the point that someone might worry that he's a threat to you. But the second someone asks? You motion to him, and he leans down so you can easily ruffle his hair and give him a little forehead kiss. Suddenly, this 'terrifying' hulk of a man is a sweet, lovestruck puppy. No, he isn't threatening you. How could they think that this baby is threatening? This is the very man who reads you to sleep every night. This is the man who whines for a kiss before you leave for work. This isn't a scary man. This is a simp.

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Take a moment and imagine Jason Todd. Laying beneath you as you straddle his waist, pressing soft kisses all over his face. His cheeks. His forehead. His nose. His chin. Two on every scar, because you acknowledge that those scars are just another part of him to love. Just watching this massive man get flustered as you shower him with affection that he 1000% deserves. A crooked, bashful grin spreading over his bright red face as you find another spot to smooch. He'd be so beautiful with his eyes just a tad misty. When you finally break and kiss his lips, he'd cradle your face gently with shaking hands. Scared to let go because this level of love and acceptance is something beyond his wildest dreams, yet it's real. You're actually there to kiss any and all insecurities away, run your hands through his hair, and tell him with all of the honesty in your being that he's beautiful and you love him.

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Picturing Jason coming in from patrol, freaking out because you aren't in bed. He goes to check the rest of your apartment and finds you passed out on the couch in front of the TV. It's obvious that you'd tried to wait up for him, but you're not a vigilante. These aren't your hours. He quickly gets out of his costume, showers, and then picks you up in his arms, careful not to wake you. When he gets you into your shared bed, you stir, whining for him, but he presses soft kisses to the top of your head and whispers reassurances until you go back to sleep. The second you're both under the covers, you cling onto him like a koala. There's a soft smile on his face as he kisses your forehead and wraps his arms around you, just happy to come home to the other half of him.

All of these drabbles and more can be found on my Masterlist! Requests are open, just read my Rules!

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Went on a rant in one of the Discord servers that I'm a part of.

Let Tim date both Kon and Bernard in a polyamorous relationship. Imagine the chaos!

The three of them are sitting on the couch, cuddling with Bernard in the middle.

Bernard: Tim, babe, I know you're Superboy.

Also Bernard: And Kon, baby boy, you're Red Robin.

Tim and Kon: *heart eyes* He's a dummy. But he's our dummy.

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Jason would be the best cuddler. One of those muscled arms wrapped tightly around your waist, fingers drawing invisible shapes on the flesh of your hip. The other hand is holding the book he's reading to you, his deep, smoky voice drawling out a tale as your head rests on his chest. Occasionally, he stops reading, causing you to look up at him. Your eyes meet his immediately. Why? Because he's already looking adoringly at you, eyes warm with so much love. He places a soft kiss to the crown of your head before going back to enchanting you with his voice.

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Okay, but Jason and Damian have both tried to kill Tim because they both desperately want Tim to be a member of the Dead Robin Club. They just want to have more things in common with their big/little brother. They'd throw him in The Pit right after, but he needs to have the experience so they can bond! They just don't know how to express their feelings.

Bonus:

Steph: *in the background* Should I tell them that there are better ways to bond?

Steph: *thinks of the mischief potential* Nah.

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My parents: When are you going to find a boyfriend? You've been single for five years, and you've only had like three dates in that time. We want grandbabies.

Me *an ugly lil potato*: I have a boyfriend. *shows them Jason Todd fanart*

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Imagine Jason Todd hugs. He looks like he'd give the best hugs. Warm, firm, all-encompassing, giving a feeling of calming safety, as he pulls you into his chest, maybe even putting a smooch on the top of the head. He's just baby.