Snuggles

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snuggle with someonespecial

What better time than these cool, crisp mornings or rapidly lengthening nights to jump right under a warm blanket with that irreplaceable person in your life? Even if you're not sleeping together - heck, even if you've not been straight with your feelings and you're not officially an "item" - there's nothing wrong with cuddling up. Grab a book, get some hot cocoa, turn on the TV (if you're in an era where the tube's available), or just enjoy each other's presence on the couch or in the bed.

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Jason Todd | Titans | ota

[knucklesbloody]

⟨ Sleepy snuggles & post fight exhausted snuggles = the best but all snuggles welcomed ⟩

[tdls]

[what’s a healthy sleep schedule? tim doesn’t know, never met her. so it’s probably not a huge surprise that he’s now unintentionally passed out - probably awkwardly - on/near jason.

sure hope he’s not drooling. 😬]

[knucklesbloody]

⟨ Neither of them are particularly good with a regular or healthy sleep schedule but falling asleep during research was definitely not something he'd ever think he'd see Tim do. Jay looked down at the man who had landed haphazardly on his lap before finishing his beer and trying to find a way to dispose of it without disturbing the other too much. ⟩

Cute.

[threeisapattern]

Stiles is basically incapable of having a normal life, which he and his dad found out when they moved out of Beacon Hills explicitly because that town was a horrifically dangerous actual supernatural magnet and Stiles promptly got himself attached to a group of teenage superheroes. It's arguably safer because he is not, personally, going out and fighting anything - his dad and Dick Grayson would probably both lock him up if he tried, even though he's somehow not exempt from some fighting lessons to be on the safe side. He can't help getting involved in some way, so mostly he does research and coordinates the Titans from the Tower and stuff. He's pretty happy being The Guy in the Chair(TM).

Or, right now, the Guy Sitting In Bed With His Laptop Dimmed So His Boyfriend Can Try To Sleep(TM). Sorry, Jason, it's just really difficult to stop him once he's on a roll, researching crime reports and looking for patterns.

[knucklesbloody]

Sleep is a rare thing for a lot of them. Jason however managed to tire himself out during training today and fell into bed at a somewhat reasonable hour. When Stiles wandered in he though something not research related was going to happen, like oh I don't know, going to fucking bed. The dimmed light was a charming attempt, but someone who grew up the way he did? Light sleeper.

So Jason haphazardly reached for the laptop. He didn't get a grasp of it first but he did manage to smash some keys which entertained him just as well. "Come to bed, asshole. Your whatever the fuck will be there in the morning."

[threeisapattern]

“Dude!” Jason might find random keysmashes entertaining, but he’s not the one with some garbage in his data now. Stiles bats Jason’s hand away before doing damage control. “Can’t sleep, hyperfixating.”

[knucklesbloody]

Challenge accepted. A smile plays up on his lips as he just sneaks his hand back in there. "Come to bed or I'll ruin more data."

[threeisapattern]

“Seriously?” he says, but he does close his laptop screen and set it aside because he’s not enough of an asshole to not care that he’s keeping Jason up. Jason needs sleep, being the Actual Crimefighter of the two of them. “Fine. But I won’t promise I’ll actually sleep.”

[greenily]

[ He doesn't remember falling asleep. He remembers sparring. He remembers there being a lot of aggression in it, more than the last time he'd sparred with Jason. A lot of time had passed, but still, he thought he'd remember it being that heated. There'd been fists and impacts, and the floor, at one point. Then there'd been kisses, and hips, and thick thighs, and aggression turned into something else, and then...

He remembers that it felt good. That they'd ended in a tangle in bed, and then there'd been more kisses.

Then darkness. He'd slept better than he had in a very long time. He thinks it was dreamless, though it wasn't. He just wasn't as wakeful as usual. Now, he's fighting through the fugue, and he almost wishes he could stay in it. Jason's hard, smooth chest is under his cheek. His arm is thrown across him, fingertips brushing his hip. He moves, just a little, head tilting up to see his still-sleeping face.

He wonders if they'll ever talk about this, or if they're supposed to pretend it never happened. Or, maybe, Jason will be angry with him for it. That's possible. Should he try to leave? He doesn't know, except that he doesn't want to, because it's comfortable and warm, and he's bruised but in a good way. If he moves any more, Jason might wake up.

He stays as still as he can. That's not the smart choice, but it's the one he's making for now. He can afford a few more minutes of this, surely. ]

[knucklesbloody]

⟨ One thing leading to another wasn't exactly abnormal, it just wasn't what usually happened with Gar. He couldn't place what it was or why it had happened and maybe that was for the best, honestly. Sometimes not asking why is better. Maybe he'll process it later. For now, he slept and oddly a lot more soundly than usual.

The graze of Gar's hand across his chest was what slowly made his eyes flutter open. Pale blue fix on the ceiling, then down to the green hair. He hesitates for a moment before sliding fingers through it. ⟩ Hey.

[greenily]

[ He looks up, still half-expecting a fight. That's a smart way to behave around Jason Todd at the best of times. Usually it's like 50/50 how things are gonna turn out. Today, after sleeping with him? God, it's gotta be like 90/10 in favor of violence.

But he's warm. His warm, solid body beneath Gar's is weirdly nice. He could sleep again.

Yeah, he's gonna get his ass kicked. No question. ]

Hey. [ His smile is a touch nervous. A touch. ] I guess I fell asleep. Sorry.

[ Unwillingly, he lifts his head a bit. ] That was, um. Are you gonna hate me if I liked it?

[knucklesbloody]

⟨ Okay, so now things are sinking in. That nervous look resting on Gar's smile cause his brows to ebb inward. He shifts, but doesn't get up exactly. Fist leaning up on his forearms to really take in all that had happened. Like where they were and what fucking time it was. Recounting last night. He did struggle with these things but not as much as he used to. ⟩

If you had something to be sorry about, you'd know by now. ⟨ The assumption was more than accurate of him to make. It was always hard to tell how Jason was going to deal with something or not deal with something. Still, it just sucked being reminded how fucking difficult he was. A sigh left him, his body rolling to reach out for the pack of smokes on the night stand. ⟩ Why would I hate you for that?

[greenily]

[ Well, if he was gonna be kicked out, it probably would've happened already. Gar licks his lips and looks up. His hand brushes over Jason's stomach at the same time. ]

I don't know. Like if you thought it was a mistake.

[ He hasn't moved, though. In fact if anything, he shifts a bit closer. He doesn't say anything about the cigarettes. ]

But, I liked it. I didn't really mean to sleep over, but...

[ He smiles, then. ] I don't know, man, I guess you're comfy.