#soft j

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J x B hcs ♡

(Be warned there's a lot lol)

J is like a stray cat. She may look tough but she just wants cuddle and love! B knows this and LOVES to use it against her

B has to literally drag J out of her desk to get her to stop working

They've gone one so many mini dates it's hard to keep track!

Hot chocolate and cuddles? They've done it!

Murdering together? They've done it!

Movie dates at home? They've done it!

The list goes on and on

J gets flustered SUPER EASILY, especially when B teases her

If J is doing paperwork, then B makes sure to bring her coffee and kisses whenever she needs them!

If they're out killing together, B is constantly making sure J drinks oil so she doesn't overheat!

J only shows her soft side to B (and Harper of course)

If the two ever get caught snuggling, J will FREAK OUT while B doesn't really mind lol

They love doing each other's hair in the mornings

While J cares more about keeping her hair nice and neat, B doesn't care all that much about her own hair, which leads to J brushing B's messy ass hair at the end of the day before they go to bed

B is CONSTANTLY finding new outfits for her and J to try

They most likely live together, or at least nearby each other

J can't go a day without her girlfriends affection. I'm not joking.

Whenever B gets jealous, she'll wrap her arms around J and stare intensely at whoever was flirting(or just simply getting to close for B to like) with J

When J gets jealous, she'll drag B away and demand cuddles when they're alone, which B is happy to give!

B is fine with PDA, J is not (unless she's upset)

When J gets sad or upset, B cuddles her while whispering sweet things to her or singing a quiet tune

When B get sad or upset, J hugs her from behind and wraps her wings around them both, whispering little praises and kind words to her

word count: 574

summary: J helps the reader who's feeling a bit weak and sick.

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"How um... How do ya feel, doll?"

J's voice was calm and gentle. His whole demeanor was. The way he sat next to you on the sofa, looking intently at you with his pretty brown eyes, watching for the slightest sign of discomfort. Sure, he could usually read you like an open book and even see behind your mask when you tried to hide your feelings. But he just wanted to make sure and hear it from your mouth.

"Hmm?" You blinked sleepily at him, a faint smile on your lips. You lifted a hand to lazily stroke his cheek - you were the only one allowed to do so, and J sighed barely audibly. "To be honest, I don't know how I feel. Kind of weak and tired. And a little cold."

J nodded, understanding. He shushed you quietly and shifted in his seat next to you. He gently grabbed you by your waist to pull you on top of him, your head resting on his broad chest. Rustle of expensive fabric as J reached for his coat to gently put it over you - he had already emptied the pockets so that no knives or grenades or whatever other surprises he kept hidden in there could hurt his doll. And you loved it, so much. The warmth of your clown slowly seeped into your own exhausted body. His scent, so distinctively J, enveloped you and comforted you - a mixture of smoke, gunpowder, a little sweat and a whiff of your shampoo. Fingers splayed to touch as much of you as possible as he gently rubbed your hip with one hand. His other warm, large hand was in yours so you could hold it and mess with it.

You let out a small noise as a cold shiver ran down your spine and a wave of dull pain gripped your body. Naturally, you snuggled closer to him, squeezed his hand and buried your face in the crook of his neck. The tips of his greenish curls tickled your skin and a bit of his white paint rubbed off on you, but you couldn't care less. You just wanted your J. You needed him.

"I know, toots. I know. But don'tcha worry..." He brushed a loose strand of hair from your face and kissed your forehead, which was a little too warm for his liking. In his mind, he made a mental note to keep an even better eye on you. "I've gotcha. I'm not going anywhere until you're better. Now get some rest for me, okay? I'll take care of ya."

"I know..." You yawn and close your eyes. "You're...you're always a man of your word, Jack. Hm..."