#velvetsky

[rclyrics]

But The One Thing That I Love / A Velvet Sky Above An Angry Sea

[severianurth]

In a world where the essence of beauty is celebrated and revered, there exists a rare phenomenon known as the "Golden Voices." These ethereal beings, with hair as luminous as spun gold, possess an otherworldly charm that captivates all who have the privilege of hearing them sing.

As the sun sets and shadows dance, these voices congregate in a mysterious gathering, their melodic tones blending seamlessly with the flickering light. Each note they utter is like a whispered secret, a tantalizing invitation to come closer and bask in the radiance of their enchanting melodies.

There is a sense of ceremony in their movements, a blend of spontaneity and ritual that is both mesmerizing and intoxicating. As they twirl and dance under the velvet sky, their golden hair glinting in the faint moonlight, it is as if they are channeling ancient forces, tapping into a power that transcends time and space.

But beneath the allure of their heavenly voices lies a hint of melancholy, a sense of unfulfilled promises and untold stories. As they glide across the night, their feet tracing intricate patterns on the grass, a lingering question hangs in the air - will they ever leave this enchanted realm and return to the cold embrace of reality?

The music that surrounds them is like a siren's call, beckoning them deeper into the shadows, tempting them to forsake the constraints of the mundane world. But even as they revel in the beauty of the night, there is a nagging reminder of the stone left unturned, of the promises left unfulfilled.

And so, the Golden Voices continue to sing, their celestial harmonies resonating through the darkness, their golden hair shimmering like a beacon of light. They are the keepers of a timeless beauty, the guardians of a sacred tradition, and as long as their voices ring out in the night, the world will be forever enchanted by their golden allure.

[musicarenagh]

Empty Machines' "Velvet Sky" is a hauntingly gorgeous anthem. "Velvet Sky" lands like a blazing comet streaking across the indie firmament, with Glasgow's Empty Machines crafting an anthem for contemplative nights. Thomas Crawford and Jodie Helena sculpt their second single—both hauntingly gorgeous and sturdily resilient. https://open.spotify.com/track/5SsONSJQxs5vfVxxn8HgPT?si=3bc33e3c699a43d3 The opening strains are a siren's summons to the elusive; it's as if Florence + the Machine's passion met The National's brooding tunes. What follows is Empty Machines' singular fusion—condensing intimate garage essence into a sweeping soundscape familiar yet novel. Helena's vocal—ethereal yet strong—commands attentiveness without insisting. It soars over Crawford's adroit instrumentation with poise and weight, contrasting vulnerability against the duo's DIY ethos permeating each chord and lyric. Lyrically, "Velvet Sky" veils its melancholy in celestial metaphor. It wrestles with impermanence—passion fading to embers, dreams plunging Icarus-like from unshielded heights of hope. Listeners find themselves amid Hollowayesque visual poetry in shared human orbit. [caption id="attachment_53320" align="alignnone" width="910"] Empty Machines' "Velvet Sky" is a hauntingly gorgeous anthem.[/caption] For all its lusciousness, a raw edge persists; one can't ignore the self-driven authenticity exuding from this track. This isn't just served-up music—it's crafted, layered like paint, by artists fully invested. As the song crests, cradling us toward a conclusion feeling more beginning than end—one can't help but feel part of something ephemeral yet eternal. Most enthralling is how "Velvet Sky" reverberates beyond silence—testifying to touchstones of love lost, life lived...beneath its namesake expanse. With just two singles down, Empty Machines may be planting their flag early—but if "Velvet Sky" indicates what's coming, we'll witness them redefining "anthemic" in indie circles while igniting skies with their blazing talent. Follow Empty Machines on Website, Facebook, Twitter, YouTube and Instagram.

[storiesoflilies]

hmmm coming up with some new urls for my main blog, it’s in need of an aesthetic revamp lol.

[byrrdee]

I figured I should at least post something since I don’t have any new art to post, so have some old icons for some of my Warrior Cats characters.

The she-cat with dark brown fur and ice blue eyes is Timberpool, the she-cat with the scar is Velvetsky, and the mottled brown she-cat is Siftpaw.

Timberpool and Siftpaw were made by me

I got Velvetsky from someone on SketchersUnited. (For some odd reason I cannot find their username so I may update this post later if I can find it)

[bobwaynesblog]

#velvetsky

[themculibrary]

Cold Weather Masterlist 2

part one

Blizzard (ao3) - blue_sweater bucky/darcy/steve E, 5k

Summary: A snowstorm hits New York, and Bucky and Darcy make the most of their dire situation. Steve doesn't mind at all. OR Steve calls all of the shots even when he's not in the same state. Bucky is a well-behaved lover. Darcy is left begging for mercy.

Braving The Cold (ao3) - ElisaPhoenix tony/stephen T, 1k

Summary: He could walk to the tower in the cold weather. No problem.

Right?

Close To You (ao3) - Banashee clint/phil T, 4k

Summary: Phil and Clint are snowed in in a safehouse after an unsuccessful mission. The cold bothers Clint, because it brings back many unpleasant memories and old trauma. Thankfully, he's got Phil to keep him warm - even though he wishes he'd love him back. It takes a rough night and careful talking for them to finally get it together.

Coffee & TV (ao3) - lorax steve/sam, bucky/steve/sam M, 3k

Summary: The fact that he knew their coffee orders was the least weird part of that day.

Cold (ao3) - vulcanscully steve/tony G, 3k

Summary: Steve Rogers never liked the winter.

Cold Nights (ao3) - Elvarya85 (kaijuerotica) clint/phil T, 2k

Summary: Clint hated the cold. Because the cold made him clumsy. And when he got clumsy, he made mistakes. And mistakes get you killed.

Detka, It's Cold Outside (ao3) - Rosie2009 T, 4k

Summary: When Natasha, Yelena, and Tony all go out on a mission together in northern Canada in the middle of the winter, it is freezing outside but the adrenaline pumping within them is keeping them warm. However, adrenaline pumping is not good enough to heat up Yelena when Yelena falls into freezing water. It is up to Natasha to take care of her sister and help her through the freeze.

Everything Was Beautiful and Nothing Hurt (ao3) - rubygirl29 steve/bucky T, 1k

Summary: Bucky knows it is going to be a bad day when he feels Steve roll out of bed, taking the warmth with him.

Flannel Sheets (ao3) - VelvetSky bucky/darcy T, 3k

Summary: Darcy decides the colder weather means it's time for flannel sheets.

Frostbite (ao3) - Lailuhhh G, 10k

Summary: The team go on a mission that takes them to the snowy mountains. No one pieced it together that it was probably a bad idea to take Peter with them when he was especially susceptible to cold weather.

Hibernation Sucks! (ao3) - theswampratandtheriverrat pepper/tony G, 2k

Summary: The heating doesen't work in Peter's apartment. Tony comes to help him.

Holiday Meetings (ao3) - Drappersky steve/bucky, bruce/natasha, clint/laura G, 3k

Summary: Steve and Bucky go to a "magical" Christmas tree farm up state. Steve gets lost in the snow, Bucky freaks out and they find everyone but who they're looking for. Happy Holiday's :)

Home (ao3) - RebelSugarcube steve/bucky N/R, 4k

Summary: Bucky's memories are back, but the pain these cause to him are unbearable. There is only one person who can help him, the first person he had remembered: his best friend Steve. Bucky doesn't want to admit it, but he is afraid. What happens when Steve starts helping Bucky? Not only will his nightmares disappear, Bucky will soon realize he is falling for Steve in one of the most unexpected ways possible.

Simple Mission (ao3) - Clover_Rose G, 3k

Summary: Go in, get what you need to and get out. It was supposed to be a simple mission. But, then again, nothing's ever really simple with Spider-Man, is it?

The Cold Never Bothered Me Anyway (ao3) - Gabbeeh bucky/tony G, 1k

Summary: It's cold and Tony and Bucky seem intent on skipping team training to hang out on the couch instead. Then there's a call to assemble and a kidnapping happens.

Oh, and do you realize how uncomfortable it would be to have a piece of metal attached to your shoulder or stuck in your chest when it's winter?

the weather outside is frightful (ao3) - haveufoundwhaturlookingfor steve/sam T, 1k

Summary: Sam is staying in the cabins with Bucky. On the way back from a trip to the town, Sam finds himself in the wrong cabin, but there's a blizzard outside and there's really no choice but to bunk with the stranger during the blizzard.

To the end of the line (ao3) - Holdengrey0 steve/bucky G, 85k

Summary: After a mission gone wrong, a jet carrying Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes crashes in the Canadian wilderness. With winter starting and the temperatures plummeting, will the team find them in time?

New feelings emerge between the men, a whole world looking, an injury, and all sorts of challenges they have to face. How will it end?

Winter Never Turned To Spring (ao3) - orphan_account steve/bucky G, 3k

Summary: Even the Winter Soldier can be cold in winter. With Hydra constantly chasing after him, maybe it's time to take a break and embrace the warmth.

[carl-kemp]

#velvetsky

[alpinemicrogreens]

Twilight's Tender Watch: Day 10 Among the Whispering Microgreens

https://youtu.be/4WY55CQLdpo 🌜✨ Day 10 Twilight Triumph! ✨🌛

Good evening, green lovers! 🌟🌱 As we close another day, our tiny green champions are nestled under the velvet sky, glowing softly in the moonlight. 🌌🍃 Their journey from seeds to splendid sprouts is nothing short of miraculous!

Tonight, they're a lush carpet of green, whispering secrets of growth and vitality in the gentle night breeze. 🌬️🌿 It's a perfect time to reflect on how far they've come and the nourishment they’ll soon bring to our plates. 🍽️💚

🌒 A peaceful sight: Our microgreens under the soft night glow, thriving silently, preparing for tomorrow’s burst of dawn. It’s the quiet moments like these that remind us of nature’s continuous, gentle cycle of life. 🔄🌱

📚 Microgreens Fact of the Night: Did you know that microgreens can regenerate after harvesting? Some types can be cut and will regrow, providing multiple harvests from a single planting! This makes them a superbly sustainable choice for continuous indoor gardening. ♻️🌱

Let’s treasure these nighttime views, as each one brings us closer to the next day of growth and green delights. 🌜🌱 Here’s to dreams filled with green and hearts full of hope!

Rest well and keep nurturing! 🌱✨ See you at sunrise! #MicrogreensJourney #Day10 #NightUpdate #TwilightTriumph #GreenLovers #VelvetSky #MoonlightGardening #NightWhispers #QuietMoments #SustainableGardening #RegenerativeGreens #IndoorGardening #UrbanFarming #EcoFriendly #GardenReflections #PlantCycle #NourishingNature #GrowYourOwn #HealthyLiving #LushCarpet #GreenMiracles #NightGlowGreens #GardenDreams #HopefulHearts 🌌🌱✨🌜💚☀️🌙✨🌱💚

Watch as nature works its magic, one leaf at a time, and discover the beauty and wonder of microgreens! 💫

Don't forget to like, share, and subscribe for more green goodness! 🌱💚         

Join the conversation and share your own microgreens adventures in the comments below! 💬

Let's celebrate the marvels of nature together!   #AprilFun 🌱💫💪🌱 #MicrogreensTraining #GreenGains #HealthyHabits #GrowYourOwn #UrbanGardening #TinyButMighty #PlantPower #HomegrownGoodness #TikTokGardening #GreenThumb #AlpineMicrogeens #London #Ontario #Canada #EatYourGreens #Vegetables #MicrogreenFarmer #AlpineFarmer #Microgreens #CrispAlpineMicrogreens 🌱💚🌱🎥 🌱💫 #MicrogreenMagic #GrowthJourney #ShareYourGreens 🌱🌟

[sweetsncandies]

Velvz 🌟 @/velvetskies i think my brother is gay gay test buzzfeed how do i make my brother take a buzzfeed test without him knowing | Venz 🍎 @/fruitbasket replied to @/velvetskies girl... this aint google

Or

Sequel to my twitter fic! (that was a sequel to my tumblr fic)

EDIT: OMG I ACCIDENTALLY TAGGED REAL PPL 😭 added a slash in, to those who i accidentally tagged, im very very sorry

[wandererinside]

#velvetsky #cloudpagodas #ighaiku #haikuaday #instagram #instahaiku #haiku #haiga #haikustairs #haïku #beatpoet #beatpoetry #poet #poetry #igwriters #igwritersclub #instadaily #winepoetry #igers #haikuslam https://www.instagram.com/p/CMCm7HnFtFB/?igshid=15aypviyvlyti

[ravenroth92]

[innertreeengineer]

Velvet Sky

[jazzrj]

Choose joy. #poem #poetry #magneticpoemoftheday #magneticpoetry #magneticpoem #poetrymagnets #writing #mine #velvetsky https://www.instagram.com/p/CgRwP_fLoIU/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[jasntodds]

Tag list:

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@mayfieldss // @ghostkingblake // @dgraysonss // @im-done-with-this-im-out // @velvetskies //

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@bbiaa420 // @todorokiskitten // @krishavania

can i request a jason fic 🥺 i was reading through the prompt list and saw two ("here's a spare key, so you don't have to keep coming through the window" and "i didn't know you could cook this good") and i thought they'd make a cute setup for a friends to lovers moment 🥺 sorry for not being around! i've been struggling with reading on my phone for long periods of time the last few months 😭 -guiltywaves

@guiltywaves omg hey!! I love friends to lovers so much dkjf but no no it's totally okay!! No worries!! I totally understand!! It happens to me all the time lmao I'm so sorry this took so long!! I wanted it to be perfect and make sure it wasn't super long!! I hope you like it!!

Maybe I'll do a part 2

Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

Words: 3,045

Warnings: Fluff, mentions of injuries

masterlist | tag list | requests: open

Jason climbs through your window. A routine of sorts, really. After patrol, he comes by and always through your window. Sometimes he’s injured and lets you help him before you offer your couch to him. Sometimes he just stops by with a snack. But, he always comes in through the window.

Tonight is no different.

It’s after three when your window creaks open, Jason noting to himself to fix it for you. He crawls through your window, your apartment dark as it usually is when he comes by this late. He flips on the floor lamp to your living room before taking his helmet off and making his way to your kitchen to rest it on the table. He finds a note, your handwriting scribbled across the page containing Nightwing symbols at the corner.

Jason rolls his eyes but reads the note.

Leftovers in the fridge please eat

A smile tugs itself onto his lips before he pockets the note, folding it neatly beforehand. He’s quiet, reaching for the fridge where he finds the leftovers already in a bowl for him with a note that has his name on it, something that almost always makes him laugh. He's the only one you ever save food for.

This note has the Robin symbol.

He doesn’t think you even own anything with a Red Hood symbol and a very large part of him knows it’s because you do it to fuck with him.

It works every time.

He grabs the bowl, pulling the plastic wrap from it before he pops it in the microwave. He grabs a fork from the drawer and leans himself against the counter with hooded eyes, sleep tugging at his chest and bones. Patrol wasn't too bad tonight, that's not really it. He's standing in your kitchen and it's comfortable here. He's allowed to breathe with ease in your apartment and sometimes, that alone can make him crave sleep. The white noise of the microwave is only contributing to the heaviness of his eyes until it’s suddenly interrupted.

“Knew you’d be hungry.” Your voice tugs Jason from his almost sleep.

You look tired.

You sound tired.

“Thank you.” Jason’s cheeks turn a pretty shade of red as he rubs the back of his neck with his free hand. “Just gonna eat and head out.”

“You can stay.” You roll your shoulders.

“Nah.” He shakes his head. “‘M fine.” He gives you this toothy grin as some sort of proof he isn’t injured tonight though you’ve already pieced that together with him heating up his food.

“It’s late. You’re just gonna be more tired after you eat, Jay. It’s not like you don’t stay half the time anyway.” You roll your eyes at him before you disappear down the hall.

The microwave dings and it sends Jason quickly reaching for the handle to get it to stop. The noise is so jarring in your quiet apartment it sounds like his ears might bleed. The bowl is hot on his fingertips as he grabs it, quickly stirring before he puts it back in for a bit more time.

“I got you something.” You state as you reemerge from the hallway.

Jason’s brow quirks up. “What?” He let out a half-scoff half-chuckle.

The microwave barely gets a ding off before Jason grabs it and removes his bowl. He places it on the counter before you approach him. Jason faces you, eyeing you carefully before he sticks his fork into the pile of pasta.

“Here’s a spare key.” You stick out your hand and open your palm, revealing a painted red key. It matches his helmet. “So you don’t have to keep coming through the window.”

Jason thinks he might have a panic attack.

He’s comfortable around you. You’re his best friend. You’ve been friends for years, long before Red Hood. You know everything there is to know about him. It’s why he’s so comfortable walking into your apartment and grabbing his food. It’s why he can get some sleep when he’s here. But, having a key feels serious. It feels like a large responsibility. It feels like a commitment to something he’s not sure he knows what to do with.

He's staring at your palm like the key might try to bite and you have to hold your breath. There's always a chance he says no and it really shouldn't be a big deal because he's your best friend but you hold your breath anyway. You tell yourself it's just a key because Jason Todd deserves to feel welcomed somewhere at all times and that somewhere is here.

“Jay, you’re here all the time.” You tell him before you grab his hand and put the key in it. “Just use the damn key. And whenever you want.” You shrug. “I know sometimes you just don’t want to be alone so you can just come over whenever. I don’t know. You’re just always welcome.” You glance to the key in his hand and then up to him, hoping he takes it.

“I can’t do that.” Jason shakes his head, still holding out the palm of his hand.

“And why not?” You challenge.

Jaosn’s different than he was when you were kids. He’s guarded, cautious, you think he’s scared. When he was a kid, he was a little fearless and a little reckless. It wasn’t anything too crazy but a little reckless. He was open and welcoming. He was still cautious but it was more that caution just came from needing to survive from one day to the next. Jason’s caution today makes him look over his shoulder, look at every single person near him to see if they have a weapon. It makes him hide a gun under your couch and in one of your cabinets. He has a stash of food in his apartment he thinks you don’t know about. He’s different now than he was. So, you offer patience while still testing him. He doesn’t need to be different with you.

“Not trying to impose.” Jason tries to play off his own fears. “The window’s fine.” He tries to deflect. “It’s not even a bother anyway and—“

You let out a sigh cutting him off. “You’re not imposing if I’m inviting you which I am. The window’s fine until someone spots you and wants to know what the fuck is going on. The door is right here.” You point over your shoulder to the door. “Just take the key and use it.” You offer him a soft smile. "I want you here." You clarify.

Maybe it’s not the key itself that makes Jason want to run through a window. It’s the implication of what a key could lead to. And what if you ask for it back?

What if you change your mind?

“I painted it to match your helmet.” Your eyes soften, a hint of innocence behind them.

Jason's eyes go to the table, spotting his helmet and his chest feels like it’s on fire. Most of the stationary you own has to do with the bats. You have random collectibles of theirs, too which may have actually been gifted to you but you have them regardless. But the key to your apartment is Red Hood red.

You think you see a smile forming.

“Fine.” He caves, curling his fingers around the key before stuffing it deep into his pocket. “‘M gonna thank you for it then.”

“Okay, Jay.” You shine, relieved he took it.

“Can I eat now?” He points to his bowl of food that's no longer steaming.

“Yes, yes you can.” You chime.

Jason picks up his bowl, leaning his lower back against your counter before he twirls the pasta around the fork. You sit in front of him on your table just watching him. He’s your best friend but it’s hard not to notice how the armor compliments his muscle. It’s hard not to notice how pretty he is even in the low light of your apartment. You think he’s always been pretty but since reconnecting, you can’t help but think he’s stunning and tall and big. Your mind wanders to his hands, the way he holds the fork with large but delicate fingers as if he could break the metal with ease. You think how it would feel to hold his hand in yours, knowing Jason’s always radiated heat. You think how his palms are probably calloused and how they’d feel against your skin and—

Nope.

You shake your head of your own thoughts. He’s your friend and you’re just extra tired and touch-starved lately.

“How was patrol?” You ask with ease, kicking your feet in front of you, just missing his legs.

He shrugs. “Not too bad.” He answers. “Stopped a few robberies.” He states as he twirls his fork around his pasta.

“You look tired.”

He hums softly before taking his first bite, not even realizing how hungry he was until now.

“You look tired.” Jason quips back with the nod of his head towards you.

“That’s because it’s four in the morning.” You laugh softly. “Most people are tired at this time.” You widen your eyes at him to tease him.

"You can go back to bed, don't have to watch me eat." Jason widens his eyes back at you in response.

"No, that's okay." You smile back at him, not wanting to go back to bed when you could be out here with him.

“You know,” Jason starts as he points his fork at you. “Gotta get you different stationary. Tired of your Nightwing, Red Robin, and Robin bullshit.” He changes subject, a little relieved you want to stay up a little bit with him. He feels guilty you're up with him but he does really enjoy your company.

“Aww,” You give him a pout. “But don’t you just love Dick and Damian and Tim?”

Jason blinks at you a few times as he keeps a straight face before taking another bite.

You let out a laugh and Jason thinks your laugh could cure him of all of his sadness.

“They’re your brothers.” You giggle.

“Exactly.” Jason answers.

“I could have painted your key Nightwing blue or the Robin colors.” You tease him with a cheeky grin.

“Can’t pick Spoiler or Orphan?” Jason says it more sarcastically than anything else.

“No, you like Steph and Cass.” You laugh.

“Swear, if I show up to Batman shit, I’m out.” Jason laughs back.

You make a mental note to pick up a Batman mug tomorrow just to fuck with him.

“Of course not.” You scoff but Jason knows he's given you the bad idea.

Jason laughs softly before taking another bite. “Go to bed.”

You let out a sigh before you hop down, noticing Jason is almost done eating anyway. "Pillow and blanket are already on the couch for you."

Jason glances to the couch, seeing a pale blue blanket peaking out from the arm of the couch.

"Thank you." Jason offers you a sincere but small smile. "Goodnight."

“Goodnight, Jay.” You smile softly before heading back to your room.

The next morning, you’re awakened by the smell of something cooking in your kitchen. For a few seconds, you think you’re either dreaming or hallucinating. But the longer you lay in bed, the more you become positive there’s definitely food being made.

It smells a little sweet and warm. It actually smells warm. And yet, it’s almost completely silent in your apartment. You figure it’s Jason because Jason can cook but you have no clue how he manages to be so quiet about everything he does. Sure, it’s his training and his life depends on it, but every time you try to cook anything, you drop at least one pan onto the floor and utensils usually go flying somewhere. You feel bad for you downstairs neighbors.

You grab your phone from the charger, pocketing it before you head out to the kitchen, still wiping sleep from your eyes. The smell grows stronger and you finally figure out it’s your favorite breakfast food. A smile pokes at your lips because, in all your years of friendship, you and Jason have only done breakfast a handful of times but he remembers anyway.

He’s attentive. That’s also something that comes with his training because his life depends on it. But, you knew him before Rd Hood. Before Robin and Batman. Jason Todd has always been attentive and you don’t think it’s something about living on the streets. It’s something that’s embedded into his DNA, pay attention to small things. Maybe that’s because of his mom, his overall childhood of having to take care of her but maybe it’s also just him.

“Morning.” You greet as you stretch your arms over your head, bending your back back a bit.

“G’morning.” Jason greets as he turns around from the stove.

He sounds well-rested.

He looks well-rested for once.

“You’re making breakfast?” You question as you walk over to your coffee maker, an empty cup already ready sitting there for you.

“Told ya I’d pay you back.” Jason states as he continues cooking.

“You really know the way to my heart.” You joke as you get your coffee going. “Always food.”

You watch Jason continue to cook and you think you could probably be mesmerized by everything he does. He's not really doing anything special but it seems that way because it's him. He could trip over a rock and fall into a lake and you'd still be mesmerized.

"Hello?" Jason calls, waving a hand in front of your face. Your eyes snap up to his as you feel your cheeks starting to burn. "I asked how you slept." Jason chuckles as he starts to plate the food for the both of you. "You alright?"

You shake your head, almost fumbling for words. "Yeah, sorry. Zoned out." You clear your throat before you start to pour your cup of coffee. "Good, to answer your question." You let out a breath with the roll of your shoulders. "You?" You ask with a soft smile before you make your way to your spot at the table.

Jason always tends to sleep better here. Your couch isn’t exactly the most comfortable or the biggest but he still feels like he gets real sleep whenever he’s here. He could sleep a few hours and still be more rested than had he just slept at his place.

Jason doesn’t mind being alone, it’s always a bit safer if not for him then for the people around him but being alone gets pretty lonely. He doesn’t have to feel alone here. You’re here and he thinks he’d never be lonely again if you were always around.

“Good.” Jason answers, not willing to elaborate on his thoughts. “Your breakfast is served, princess.” Jason smirks at you with his quip as he sets the plate down in front of you.

“Ass.” You retort with the roll of your eyes just as Jason goes to take the plate back. Your hand grips his wrist. Your hand is no match for him, it’s tiny compared to him and his strength alone is enough but he stops anyway. “No, no, I’ll take this thank you.” You push his hand away and guard your food.

He laughs with the shake of his head and you hope the walls are absorbing the sound. Jason stays at your apartment a few days a week but he’s never here when you wake up. The blanket is always folded on the arm of the couch with the pillow placed perfectly on top. There’s always some sort of note thanking you for letting him crash. Sometimes, if you sleep in because work sucked or you're sick, he picks up some of your favorite snacks and takeout, leaving it in the fridge for you for when you wake up. But, he’s never here.

You find yourself thinking you could get used to this though. His laugh in the early morning and him looking so comfortable.

His hair is all tousled from sleeping. He looks a little disheveled. You see him disheveled all the time because he always has helmet hair and he’s always getting himself into trouble. It kind of comes tih with territory, you think. But, today, it’s just because he slept here. He looks disheveled because his hair is messy and he’s comfortable. He looks comfortable and warm and you’d go as far as to say he looks beautiful.

You hope he chooses to stay more.

“Okay, I didn't know you could cook this good.” You states after taking a few bites, genuinely surprised. Is there anything Jason Todd is bad at?

A rosey shade of pink dusts over his cheeks as he shrugs. “What? Thought I only eat pasta and whatever else you managed to save me?” He quips, trying to ignore the warmth spreading through his ribcage.

“Well…yes.” You let out a laugh while Jason offers you his fake glare.

“Like to cook sometimes, got good at it.” Jason shrugs a shoulder with his minimal explanation.

“Well, now you have to cook more.” You shrug easily as you offer him a grin.

“I have to?” Jason raises a brow at you, taunting you to rethink your words.

You don’t.

“Yes. I said so.” You laugh back at him.

“Not sure I want to now.” Jason shrugs his shoulders dramatically.

“Awww, pretty please, Jay.” You give him a pout and not even a single ounce of him actually believes he’d ever be able to say no to you about anything.

“What’d ya want for dinner?” Jason asks before he goes back to his food.

“Wait, really?” You beam and Jason glances back to you.

There’s always this sort of pull in his chest when things feel good, like he’s undeserving and he needs to wait for the other foot to drop. It feels like this now. He feels comfortable here. He’s happy here with you. You’re his favorite person and you're always the person he wants to talk to you about a new book he read or something insane one of the bats did. You’re the first person, the only person, he goes to when he’s been hurt on patrol. Jason swears you’re his best friend despite the beating and rumbling through his ribcage.

“Unless you’re bored of--”

“I’m never bored of you.” You cut him off immediately. “Okay, I’ll think of something and I can help.” You beam back at him with excitement before going back to your food.

A smile tugs at the corner of Jason’s lips and despite the worrying and fear of this whole thing blowing up in his face, he finds himself thinking he could get used to mornings with you, just like this.

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