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#I know in some runs he does have a dog just shhhhhhhh
fir3flytv · 25 days
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JASON TODD didn't want a dog. He lived in an apartment with you, with one bedroom, a tiny kitchen and a living room that looked like the furniture decorated in it would fall apart at any moment.
But one day, he comes home to you, sleeping in your bed with a little bull mastiff puppy on his side of the bed. He stares at the dog for a few moments, before going to take off his Red Hood outfit, as though that would make the situation disappear. When he comes back, the dog was still there. Of course.
Gently, Jason shakes you awake, giving you a pointed look. "Got anything you want to share with me, babe?" He asks, eyes trailing down to the dog, still asleep on the bed. A sheepish smile crosses your face. "I can explain?" You say, though it comes out more like a question. "I was volunteering at the animal shelter and found him. He didn't like being with the other dogs in cage but they didn't have enough space to isolate him." "So you thought the best plan was to bring home a dog that can grow to be 150 pounds?" I scoffs lightly. "No, no! I'm fostering him. Just for a little bit," You say quickly. "I thought since he's still a puppy he would be adopted quickly, right? So we won't have to make space for when he gets that big." Jason lets out a soft sigh and pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead before speaking again. "You're too good," He murmurs softly. You smile up at him and return the kiss onto his cheek. After a few moments, Jason clears his throat and looks down at the puppy, still sprawled out onto his side of the bed. "So where am I going to sleep?" ... JASON TODD sucks at being a foster. He's terrible, horrible, even. If you were to look up 'How to not foster a dog', they would just show his face. It wasn't that he neglected the dog. He could never. He took him out on runs, fed him good food, washed him, played with him. Everything a dog owner could do. No, the reason Jason was so bad was because his first ever foster dog turned out to be a foster failure. Every time someone came by interested in adopting the puppy, Jason would be in your ear, whispering to you that it didn't seem like they knew what they were doing, or that the puppy wouldn't like living with them. Every. Single. Time.
It wasn't till the three month mark of fostering the pup, having moved to a more spacious apartment, that Jason popped the question.
"You know," He starts suddenly while the two of you were on the couch, eating Chinese take out with the dog resting on the floor nearby. "No one here seems to be right for Buster." Buster, his name for the dog. He's used it so much he actually started responding to it. "There's someone, I'm sure," You counter, taking a bite of your food. "I know there is," Jason counters. Just as you open your mouth to tell him that makes no sense, he cuts you off. "Us. We're right for Buster." "Think," He says, reaching out to grip your hand. "For three months, we've had him, we've moved with him. He has his spot in the bed, we've worked him into our schedule. He's happy. Why ruin that?" "So you want to adopt him?" You ask, making sure you understood just exactly what he was saying. It felt too good to be true. "Yeah, I do," He says with a small smile. As soon as he finishes speaking you practically lung at him, tackling him into a hug while whispering small 'thank you's. The action makes Buster jump up and want to join in on whatever is going on, leaping onto the couch and sniffing at the two of you, his massive head bumping you both. In that moment, Jason knew he made the right choice. This felt right. It felt good. It felt like home. You, him, and your giant dog.
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write married adult Reddie pls I beg of u beg beg beg
Ava: okay!!
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Eddie: RICHARD GET DOWN HERE FOR DINNER
Richie: IM BUSY MY GUY
Eddie: I UNDERSTAND YOURE WRITING YOUR OWN MATERIAL BUT PLEASE
Richie: UGHHH *stairs* Now I’m going to fORGET
Eddie: *kisses thy Roach* well whatever you have written down is wonderful *puts down plates on the table*
Richie: *kisses the edward* did you burn the food for like the 3rd time this week
Eddie: no, I didn't and if you don't like it I'll make your favorite popcorn
Richie: Did you feed the dog? *owo energy*
Eddie: mhm he got some of the beef from earlier *picks up thy dog*
Richie: the dog is more attractive than you *teehee*
Eddie: thank you. I'm going upstairs to fold the clothes since SOMEONE won't fold them
Richie: I have to do my job my guy
Eddie: WAIT!- YOURE LEAVING TONIGHT- SHOOT!!
Richie: I know dumbass how did you forget
Eddie: *literally starts sobbing and hugs him* how long will you be gone?
Richie: oh calm down- like a week maybe? *hug uwu*
Eddie: I'll miss you...*sad boye*
Richie: I know but I’ll be back- unless I die *lmao laugh teehee*
Eddie: I'll go fold the clothes now..*sad*
Richie: nooo spend time with me before I leave *:(* I have like *checks wATch* uhh 2 hours
Eddie: okay!! *runs back downstairs*
Richie: *roach* *kisses the edward uwu* how will you ever survive for a week without me
Eddie: I don't know....*hug*
Richie: *plays with the spaghetti’s hair* i love you nerd
Eddie: I love you too *happee boye*
Richie: So what do you want to do for 2 hours?
Eddie: let's watch a movie!!
Richie: THE BEE MOVIE LET’S GO
Eddie: yes!! *gets his bee movie blanket*
Time: two hour go
Richie: shhhhhhoot i gotta get going
Eddie: *sobbing* bye..
Richie: calm down i’ll be back soon *kiss uwu* alrighty bye *woosh lmao leaves*
-when he gets back-
Eddie: *crying on the couch*
Richie: *b a m is home* hhhhello?
Eddie: RICHIE OH MY GOD *runs up to him and hugs him*
Richie: good lord- *hughughughug* what did you do all week?
Eddie: cried....wore a bunch of your Hawaiian shirts and slept
Richie: I wasn’t even gone long-
Eddie: stillllll
Richie: I have to leave again in a week or so
Eddie: shhhhhhhh I don't want to think about that
Richie: did we get any phone calls while i was gone?
Eddie: yes but it was just Bill talking to me about his new book
Richie: ugh Bill is boring *picks up the edward and carries him to the couch >:)*
Eddie: oh hi *giggly boye*
Richie: helloooo *fAlls onto the couch* i missed you *:(*
Eddie: I missed you toooooo
Richie: *l33ch*
Eddie: *happy boye*
Richie: i’m tireddd *s leep*
Eddie: *tucks him in and does the dishes*
Time: later o’clock
Richie: *awaken*
Eddie: *playing music and singing as he does the laundry*
Richie: *lEAPS into the laundry room* PENIS
Eddie: *screams* RICHARD
Richie: Hi what’s up
Eddie: *turns the music down* you scared me!
Richie: How did I scare you??
Eddie: I was singing and I didn't know you were awake
Richie: *kiss owo* I’m sorry *uwu*
Eddie: it's okay *smiley boye*
Richie: *pat*
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