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tomura tag - #tiny cheesecake husband

jeff the killer tag - #unsleepy

jason todd tag - #redjay

warm. steady. solid. strong.

there were a great many adjectives available in the lexicon of your relationship to describe Jason. he was everything you ever wanted, despite his roughness around the edges he was loving and emotional and understanding 100% of the time, and usually just his presence was enough to soothe you. but not tonight. and yet, the shame seeps in as you writhe in the sheets, shifting and groaning every few minutes as your inability to calm down deprives you of much needed sleep.

the room is cold, and the whir of your air conditioning unit keeps you up, and yet you know that turning it off would result in the terrible heat causing even more discomfort, not just for you but for your partner as well. Gotham is not a quiet city, and every sound you hear outside results in your mind running rampant. to be fair, you had managed to fall asleep earlier, but another brutal nightmare had woken you roughly two hours ago. since then, you've been trapped in the strange in between state of reality and exhaustion, too spooked to go back to sleep and yet too embarrassed to do anything about it. you'd rather eat a bag of hair than wake Jason, its so rare that he gets to sleep so soundly and it would be utterly selfish to do so.

selfish. embarrassing. hurting. scared.

there were a great many adjectives in the lexicon of your self esteem to describe how you feel.

you hate being like this. you hate feeling this way, like everyone who gets close to you is burdened by your baggage. you're a grown adult, and yet you're left quivering in bed because you can't sleep.

the monologue in your head never ceases, even when you most want it to. you're tempted to attempt smothering your head in your pillow, but death by suffocation sounds painful. scary. as the thought crosses your mind, a police siren whirls by in the city streets far below, and you jerk violently. Jason twitches beside you and you still instantly, hands forming fists as they dig into the mattress. you hate having to treat yourself like a toddler just to soothe yourself.

its okay. you're okay.

you swallow hard, pushing back the lump in your throat that threatens to submerge your dwindling control into tears. nighttime has always been hard for you. from night terrors for years in your youth to whatever this is, sleep has never come easy- which is why you and Jason work so well. your schedules often align as you find no difficulty in staying up late to greet him after his vigilante work, and despite his concerns on your wellbeing he appreciates being waited upon all the same. theres a sweetness to it, but also an understanding, a recognition about what the night entails for the both of you. he comes home to you with the cold of the city still lingering on his frame, yet his hands are warm. you welcome him with the warmth of a home, yet your hands are cold. you understand him and his trauma, he understands yours. its a give and take, a balance.

except, the scales are unequal now, because tonight was good. theres no reason for you to be so scared. you had a good day, you took your medication on time. your anxiety was manageable. everything was fine. good, even. Jason came home early unscathed, so early you got to eat dinner and shower together. together. you had done everything together today. and yet now you feel more alone than ever, the only thing grounding you being his rhythmic breathing and the soft warmth of his bicep pressing into your side, the rest of his arm tucked under the pillow beneath his face.

before you even realize, slow tears are trickling down your face. you hate this. this is the worst part. its embarrassing, and it makes your insides feel rotten. you hate when your anxiety takes control, when your body is too exhausted to fight back and you're just left gasping for air. this anxiety attack is quick, sudden, but it doesn't catch you off guard. you felt it festering since you woke up, and you knew the millisecond your frustration reached its peak it would explode. still, you don't want to wake Jason. you can't, you won't, it would make you a terrible partner. a terrible person. selfish. sick. what is wrong with you?

you bury your head in your hands, turning away from him with a shuddering sob. its not fair. why does it always have to happen at the worst tiems? as you begin to shake, you feel the mattress shift behind your back. Jason stirs, groaning slowly as his arm stretches out, pawing at you to pull you in close. finding you out of reach, he groans, fully rousing himself as he pulls himself up on his elbows.

"why're you s'far away?" he murmurs, turning to face you. you feel horrible. he sounds exhausted. you feel exhausted. you can't do this. you open your mouth to reply, but all that escapes is another embarrassing sob, and Jason stiffens.

"hey?" he scoots over, closer until he's right behind you, peering over your shoulder to see your trembling form, your face buried in your hands. "hey, hey, shhh," he murmurs, pulling you around until you're begrudgingly facing him. you bury your face in your hands once again, shrinking down until you are small, so small. you wish you were invisible, he shouldn't have to deal with this.

Jason pulls you in immediately, watching intently as you bury your head in your pillow, hands still shielding your face from view. your current position curled in on yourself, half on your side half on your stomach leaves your back exposed, and a steady hand moves to rest there. after a few seconds of gently holding you, his big, warm hand rubs up and down, slow. warm. steady. solid. strong. his reassurance only makes you sob harder, and his brow furrows.

"rough night?" he whispers, not requiring an answer but gently prodding. only taking what you're willing to give. "did y'have another nightmare?" you listen to his words, struggling to keep your breathing under control as you gasp through sobs. you nod slowly and he hums in understanding.

"how long were you awake?"

you manage to croak out that you woke up around 2:30, and his grimace deepens at the sight of the alarm clock indicating the rapid approaching of 5 am.

"you've been handling this alone?" he whispers, and you want to scream. he's so good to you. he's so gentle. you aren't worth it.

"m'sorry," you sputter, still refusing to look at him. "didn't want t'wake you". your voice is slurred from your active crying, and he gives you a strange look.

"hey, hey. look at me." a firm hand grabs your wrist, gently peeling your own hands away from your face. you swallow hard, lip trembling as your gasping sobs continue on. his gaze meets yours, steady but loving, illuminated by the street lights outside.

"i want you to wake me up." he says, and you shake your head. your hands raise to shield yourself once again, to disappear, but he stops them. "m'serious, y/n. i want you", he rasps, pulling you in close as he does so, "to wake me." the hand on your back slips under your shirt to brush over your bare skin, and a shiver runs up your spine at the warmth of his hands. he's like the sun, you think wildly. your own personal sun. the hand not running ministrations on your back is wrapped around your hands, thumb rubbing gently over your skin. "i want to help you. 'want to be there for you. but i can only do that if you let me in."

you nod, still blubbering but feeling slightly comforted by his words. the hand holding your own lets go, and suddenly Jason Todd, the literal red hood, is holding out his pinkie towards you for a pinkie swear. its the only thing he can think of, he doesn't want to stress you out more by seeming frustrated, but he wants to make his point.

"promise me you'll wake me next time," he whispers, and slowly, your pinkie wraps around his.

"promise", you reply, voice hoarse and shaky. Jasons lip quirks up in a small grin. you're still crying, still scared, even still shaking, but slowl y, everything doesn't feel so all consuming anymore. Jason is here, he's solid and real and steady. you don't know why he puts up with you.

"y'should be mad at me", you choke out, and he just shakes his head.

"m'never mad at you. not for shit like this. hell, i make you put up with ten times worse in the regular". he sighs heavily, and you curl into him. he can't help it as his grin spreads, noticing how you're no longer hiding from him, but with him. as you tuck your head into the nook of his jaw, you can feel his neck flexing against your cheek as he continues speaking, the heat of his breath dusting your temple. his pinkie is still interlocked with yours.

"i'd rather never sleep again than know i couldn't help you. you are my girl/boy after all", he husks, and you roll your eyes.

"you're mine too, then", you mumble, and he hums. "wouldn't have it any other way".

you both lay there in silence for a while, until your breathing is steady and the tears have stopped. his hand doesn't stop his ministrations on your back, and you count his breaths as your eyelids droop. suddenly, you pull yourself up slightly to glance over at the time, and curse lowly. in just a few hours you'll have to get up and get ready for work, and it fills you with so much dread that you want to cry again. as though Jason can sense your anxiety spiking, his pinkie squeezes yours and he kisses your forehead.

"lay down", he coos, gently coaxing you back into his embrace. "i'll call you out of work in the morning, and we'll spend the day together. and then the weekend together. you need rest," he says, in the tone tha tells you he won't take no for an answer.

"but-" you open your mouth to disagree and he silences you with a quick peck on the lips.

"don't argue. you need rest. you deserve it."

"if i took all the days off you say i've 'deserved' and 'needed' over these past few months i'd lose my job."

he scoffs lovingly, his nose brushing against your ear as he whispers to you.

"s' not like you need that job anyway. i make enough money f'the both of us."

"from drug dealers. and loans from your father. believe it or not, Todd, thats not a steady source of income."

Jason chuckles.

"close enough though," he replies, and you can't help but tuck yourself further against him, nestling your face into his warm collarbone as he continues. " 'sides, is it wrong to want to spoil you?"

"its not just about the money, Jay, s'about independence," you counter, and he hums thoughtfully.

"you are very independent, but i am not." he accentuates his words by rolling on top of you, wrapping his arms around you like you're his own personal teddy bear and absolutely burying himself into the crook of your neck.

"ill call you out later. now go to sleep". he mumbles, and you groan. theres no way you're getting up now with his entire body weight on top of you, and you can't deny that taking this today, a Friday, off to spend the whole weekend with him wasn't enticing.

"...fine. i'll stay home i suppose"

"knew you'd cave in", he grins, and you feel his smile against your skin. you poke his back and he jerks, pinching your side and chuckling when you squirm. normally he'd tease you mpre, but he's soft when he's tired, and he's wary of not hurting your feelings in your vulnerable position. and maybe, just maybe, Jason wants to be soft on you. for you. sue him.

"go back t'sleep," he murmurs into your warmth, already feeling his eyes drifting shut. "i'll take care of everything in the morning. you rest."

you hum, already feeling sleepy from your crying. he's so warm, so safe, so utterly sweet as his breathing begins to slow against your neck, and it isn't long before you can feel yourself beginning to slip into unconsciousness.

just before sleep takes you, you let out a low whisper.

"jay?"

"mhnm?"

"i love you".

"love you more".

"m-mm."

"mhm"

"g'night.."

"night"

ok so I talked about this in my previous Bill headcanons but he is definitely very odd about aftercare.

i dont think he'd take the initiative for aftercare if you were not in an actual romantic relationship, like he doesn't try very hard for one night stands simply because its just not something he views as "worth it" and also, i don't think he takes sex that seriously outside of a committed relationship anyways. he's a demon, he's got a lot of time on his hands, not every sexual encounter really matters that much to him, resulting in some subpar aftercare experiences if you're just a one night stand.

sex in and of itself is a very unique experience with Bill and i think aftercare is no different, but it presents itself rather oppositionally to the actual sex act. hes very experimental and intense during sex, especially due to the power dynamics in place during intimacy and how sexual relationships based on true connection are kind of rare for him. hes much more used to flings and "no strings attached" sexual relationships, and so to have sex whether in his normal form or a potential human form with a genuine romantic partner can be somewhat disarming at first. i think he compensates heavily for this by being very very tuned in and perceptive during sex because, even though he doesn't want to admit it, is very aware of how important it is, even if not just to himself. this intensity is basically his way of showing that actual sex in an actual relationship is important to him, and not something he wants to handle haphazardly (which is. something he would never admit aloud)

all this being said, the opposite is true for aftercare at first. he's incredibly intense about sex, especially early into the relationship, but when it comes to aftercare, he just. kind of leaves. his idea of aftercare is licking the remaining fluids off your body with his weird eye tongue and calling it a day- he has no knowledge on the concepts of post sex care, let alone subspace or any bdsm dynamics. because of this, i think the first few post sex interactions seem very... clinical? and cold in comparison to the wild unpredictability he exhibits while actually having sex. like you will have just experienced an incredibly intense and emotional session where you both switch positions and are trying a lot of different things, and it can be very vulnerable, and then he will straight up leave once you're all done. his bare minimum is checking to make sure he hasn't hurt you extremely and, again, licking you clean like a freak, but then he just takes off leaving you sputtering.

contrary to popular belief i don't think this response comes from a lack of care but moreso a lack of understanding, which he would never admit. Bill is constantly calculating all possible outcomes of any situation and whether he wants to admit it or not he KNOWS sex is vulnerable both for you and for him, and when placed in a scenario where he now has to express and possibly explain that vulnerability outside of the shield of sex he kind of just tunes out. aftercare is not something he needs, he's veeerrry overconfident and sure of himself (lies) so he assumes you are too.

Bill is also just inexperienced when it comes to aftercare but again, he wouldn't admit he was bad at ANYTHING to save his life so he just pretends it's unimportant. but in reality he just straight up doesn't really know what exactly to do. he made sure you aren't dead, and "cleaned" you up, shouldn't that be enough?

on the opposite spectrum, i think he could also be TOO intense about "aftercare". like he'll start cleaning you or being silly and joking around but it'll just lead to another more casual/lowkey round of sex, which while always appealing can be kind of undermining to the whole aftercare experience. in addition to this, his high energy and sporadic ideas post sex can be stressful, and again, undermine the peaceful coming down from such an intense high

coaxing him into actual aftercare takes a little while, that much is certain. the first time yoh ask him to really truly stay with you (and NOT start doing anything crazy) after sex he brushes you off at first, but begrudgingly agrees when he sees its something seriously important to you. he doesn't really do much but ends up floating beside the bed for 6 hours just watching you sleep, which is his idea of caring. the fact that he stuck around is telling enough that he's willing to try, he just needs guidance. (but you can't admit that it's guidance. because then he will get really stubborn.)

Bill's weird licking routine is probably the best way to introduce the concept of cleaning up, funnily enough. after he's done licking up your remaining juices, its not that hard to convince him to help you clean up the surrounding area. he may be hesitant to actually help at first but at least sticking around to watch you clean up the sheets/surroundings gives him an idea of what most humans do. after that, he becomes much more willing to stick around, and soon just starts snapping his fingers to immediately clean objects for you. he doesn't see the point in making you di the work, he deems it unnecessary, but when you explain that its a part of the process as a whole, thats when it begins to click for him

when it comes to bathing or cleaning yourselves up together, this is probably the first step in whcih Bill is actually enthusiastic about accompanying you. he'll blow bubbles in the bathtub while you clean off, and might even be willing to wash your hair or back for you if you ask veeeery nicely. this does take a little prodding, and to protect his ego he claims its just a one time thing, but he actually likes it more than he wants to admit. again, it all circles back to power dynamics. Bill wants to be in control of the situation and relationship, and caring for you while you're vulnerable can be an expression of his power in and of itself. at least, thats what he tells himself. he's very deep in denial about growing a soft spot for you

as previously stated in my other headcanons Bill is honestly kind of bad at words of affirmation, he'll praise and degrade you during sex but his aftercare or pillow talk will be absolutely absurd. don't expect anything soft or sweet, he's not honest or sappy enough for that. instead he's asking you the most bizarre questions he can think of, or prodding you on deep philosophical questions that you would not be thinking about otherwise, and very occasionally he'll ask your opinion on things he's been thinking on recently or problems that have been bothering him. once again, its his weird way of showing you he cares, and while this only happens after hes comfortable with aftercare as a whole it's deeply appreciated. while not stereotypical pillow talk, he still wants to hear your thoughts, and in vice versa he will yap to you until you eventually fall asleep. if you're very lucky and he's feeling especially soft he might play with your hair or scratch your back or something along those lines, simply because he is very energetic and wants to channel that energy somewhere while he talks.

i also think that further into a relationship with fully developed aftercare he will start being very clingy! i mentioned this in my other set of headcanons but once Bill is over his whole pushing you away self sabotage hurdle he becomes suuuuper touchy and clingy, he goes from 0 to 100 in keeping a firm distance and pretending he doesn't care to literally needing you with him all the time, and this translates to aftercare as well. the more used to routine he gets the clingier he gets, which honestly makes him better at the overall process. its nice to feel loved after sex and having a literal dream demon be practically glued to your side can feel pretty good.

overall, Bill is very hot and cold and theres a lot of nuance to how he would be in more vulnerable relationship scenarios like these. i think he's a total wildcard who's very unpredictable, but can be coaxed into gentleness with enough guidance and patience