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Comfort

IMAGINE: After dealing with your brother’s loss, your colorful boyfriend is determined to cheer you up. The road to recovery is long, but he’ll be there every step of the way. WORD COUNT: 1.1k WARNINGS: Mentions death of a loved one.

The sight of someone who lost something so dear to them is heartbreaking. You can see the pain practically oozing from them in like dark rain.

It's just as painful to watch because you know you can't help them.

A string of apologies won't do them any good. A few words of hope can raise them from the deepest pits of their own hell. Most of the time, a person in mourning never truly gets over this eternal ache.

Beast Boy did not like these odds.

The moment he heard that you lost (Brother's Name), he knew he had to help you work through the heartache. That was the norm of a boyfriend, right?  

The young superhero was new to this, but he definitely knew his No. 1 duty was to comfort you through anything.

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Your tears subsided for the fifth time that day, but you knew they would soon return.  

(Brother) was gone. He would never come back. Memories of the last time you had seen him were only a few days back. He had just gotten into his car and prepared to drive home.

"I'll text you the minute I get there," he told you confidently. "Don't worry your pretty little head about anything."

"It's dark out there," you commented. "Just spend the night. I have some extra clothes you can borrow." Gently shooting down your offer, your brother squeezed your hand.

"See you later brat."

The next morning, you had received the call. The doctor from Jump City Health explained to you that (Brother) had passed away in surgery after collecting him from a car crash. Your entire world had shattered at the news. Your brother was no more. The man that you've known since birth, your role model, gone.

Clutching your blankets, you wrap them tightly around you, pretending they'll protect you from the pain.  

The moment you heard (Brother) was dead, you temporarily moved out of Beast Boy's room and into your old one so he wouldn't have to deal with your agony. Besides, you'd rather cry in peace rather than have someone spew empty words to console you.

As if to taunt your wishes, something softly banged on your door. "Y/N?" Garfield knocked on the door once more, his knuckles carefully brushing the metal doors.

"Yes?" You ask quietly, knowing he could hear you perfectly.

"Can I come in?"  

You're both silent for a long time.

Would it be right to let your boyfriend to see you in such a broken state? Nuzzling into your pillow, you let out a quiet sigh before nodding. "Go ahead."

Not wasting a second, the green adult quietly opened the door and slipped in. He held his gasp in once he took in how much pain you were really in.

"Hi baby," he whispered.

"Hi," you reply. You can see Garfield's disappointment at your lack of enthusiasm, but he quickly pushes it away.  

"Do you have room for one more?"

Glancing down, you slowly scoot over until your bed has space for another. Without another word, you turn on your side, your back now facing Garfield. Hiding his hurt, Gar went to slide in next to you until he came up with another idea.

Something gently pokes your side, followed by a slight weight. Curious to see what it was, you glance over your shoulder.

A dark green chicken sat on your side, quietly clucking once it caught your attention.

"What are you doing, stupid?" You ask tiredly. No response. In reply, Garfield carefully nuzzled your neck with his beak.

Hiding your want to roll your eyes, you turn over and sigh. The weight vanished.

Out of nowhere, something started making its way up your body. The culprit made himself known by sticking his scaly head out of your blanket.

"If I hadn't known that was you," you stare down the green boa, "I would have thrown you out of the window. Change into something else or I will do it."

With a nod, the snake quickly morphed into a small monkey.

Seeing a hint of a smile playing at the edge of your lips, Garfield squealed in happiness before maneuvering himself under your arms.

Finally rolling your eyes, you allow your boyfriend to cuddle against your chest. "What are you up to?" His only response was to press his tiny hand against your lips.

"You are a troublemaker," you told the green monkey quietly. "But you're adorable, so that makes it bearable." That had earned you a small chirp.

Despite the mood change, your thoughts drifted to (Brother). A tear slipped down your cheek, much to your boyfriend's alarm.

Garfield's hands quickly replaced themselves on your cheeks. His tiny thumbs wiped your tears away before pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.

"I'm sorry," you blubbered suddenly, letting your emotions take over you. "I'm sorry I can't control myself."

As more tears fell, Garfield motioned you to turn over. Obeying his silent command, you watch your boyfriend morph into his human form.

"Don't cry, please don't cry," he begged, holding you close. "I can't stand it when you cry. I can help you, but just please, stop."

"It hurts," you wail, clinging to his shirt. "It just hurts so much and I don't know what to do!"

Your chest rises and falls rapidly as you struggle to breathe. All your memories of (Brother) hit you at once, bringing another wave of tears.

"I'll help you through it," Garfield promised. "I'll be here to guide you through the pain and all the bullshit that tries to throw itself at you."

As you continue to sob and hiccup through your torment, Gar was right there, rubbing your back and offering you soothing words.

Once your tears had subsided and the grief had lessened, your boyfriend pressed a kiss into your forehead. "How are you feeling now?" He asked carefully.

Feeling? Losing your brother still left an ache in your bones, but it was bearable now. It was easy enough to swallow the tears and not completely break down.

"Better than I was before," you reply.

"Good." Garfield smiled happily as he brushed a stray lock of hair behind your ear. His gloves were gone, allowing you to feel his clawed fingers.  

Instead of pulling away, the superhuman ran his emerald digits down your cheek. His dagger-like nails carefully trail after the pads, slightly tickling your face.

"Thank you," you tell him quietly. He cocks his head in confusion.

"I'm just doing my job. No need to thank me."

Giving him your own smile, you take his hand from your face and bring it to your lips.  

"I have everything to thank you for."

Hope

IMAGINE: I have no absolute way to describe this fluffy mess of a story. I hope it’s sweet enough that it’ll give you cavities. WORD COUNT: 1.4k

“Jason! I swear to god; stop leaving this damn mask around!” You exclaim.

You had just found this creepy mask made to look like a rotting human face in your dresser. Your lovely boyfriend thought it was funny to constantly hide this horrible costume around the apartment the two of you shared. Jason always got a kick out of it.

Jason emerged from the bathroom, his face red from laughing. “I-I’m s-sorry babe,” he choked out, wiping a tear as he did so. “I couldn’t help it!”

Rolling your eyes, you grab the mask and toss it in his face. “You dick! You’re going to make me late!” Rummaging through the drawer, you find a dark blue t-shirt. “Aha!” You exclaim. “Thought you could hide from me!’

Pulling out the shirt, you quickly tug it on before heading towards the kitchen. You hear Jason follow you quietly as you prepare your lunch.

“Do you have to go?” He whined childishly. Playfully glaring at him, you nod.

“Yes, you know Brett would kill me if I didn’t. I promised him I’d be there today.”

“Why?” Jason grumbled again.

“The shelters’ been down on workers lately, and most people are too busy to volunteer. I said that I’d put in more hours to even it out.” Hearing him groan again, you cock your head.

“What’s the matter, you big baby? It’s not my fault people don’t enjoy working with animals.” When he doesn’t reply, you shrug your shoulders. Finishing up your lunch, you search for your keys.

“Can I come with you?” Jason pipes up.

Pausing in your search, you look at him curiously. “You?” You ask, amazed. “Badass Jason Todd wants to help at an animal shelter?” Jason shrugged meekly before smiling.

“I’m bored. Besides, it might be nice to help for a change.”

“Brett! We got company!” Your boss poked his head out of his tiny office and grins when he sees the two of you approach.

“Well, I’ll be darned!” He exclaimed, letting his country roots show. “Now who is this young gentleman?”

“I’m Jason,” your boyfriend introduced himself. “I’m here to help with whatever you need.” Brett clapped his hands and cheered.

“Thank heavens. We’ve been needing volunteers lately.” Jason looked to you, a smile playing at the edge of his lips.

“So I heard; now what can I do for you, chief?”

Your boss quickly explained that all they had fed the animals, and all that was left was to interact with the dogs. “Now boy,” Brett directed Jason. “You need to watch yourself around Charlie. She’s sensitive. You can’t keep your back to her for long.”

After Brett left, you calm Jason down. “Don’t listen to what he said. Charlie’s a sweetheart. You got to give her time to warm up to you.”

Soon, you approach the kennels, where the dogs greeted you with much enthusiasm. Chuckling, you grab a bag of dog treats.

“Here.” You hand Jason a meat stick. “Give this to Charlie.”

Glancing at the row of cages, the anti-hero raised an eyebrow. “Which one is Charlie?” Gesturing to a certain kennel, you head over.

As you get closer, the dog inside doesn’t budge like the others do. Jason follows close behind.

Getting to the door, you open it. The dog still doesn’t move. “What’s wrong with her?” Jason asked curiously.

“Charlie… She’s had a bit of a rough past. Worse than the other dogs here.” Nodding his head, your boyfriend knelt beside you.

“How come she doesn’t have a label on her cage like the others?”

You observe Jason as he eyes the white-furred canine. “Her name isn’t actually Charlie. We just call her that because her… Previous owners didn’t give her a name. She doesn’t really respond to anything we call her.”

As Jason lowly whistles, you watch ‘Charlie’ perk up her ears. The pitbull hesitantly turns her head, causing your boyfriend to gasp.

They scarred her face; several marks ran across her face in perfect symmetry. Her eyes were a vibrant blue; they seemed so bright until you noticed the left side of her face. The fur was gone, leaving only pale pink flesh.

“She used to be a fighter,” you explain gently, holding out your hand. You watch as the dog flinches but continues to reach for your open palm. You practically coo when she leans into your touch. “We consider her lucky to be alive.”

Jasons silent, so much so, that you hesitate to ask if he’s okay. You’re surprised when he shakes.

“What kind of monster does that? What sane person turns an innocent creature into this… This weapon?”

Taken aback by his response, you look at your boyfriend with wide eyes. Taking a deep breath through his nose, Jason shut his eyes. Sensing his stress, the pitbull slowly approached the door.

Amazed, you watch the dog nudge the anti-hero carefully. When he doesn’t react, she tries again.

Jason’s anger melts as he opens his eyes. The pitbull’s stubby tail wags as she leans against him. You watch as your boyfriend eagerly responds; gently scratching the sides of her neck to rubbing her ears.

“She really likes you,” you tell him, watching the way the dog melted into Jason’s touch.

“How long has this beauty been in here?”

“About five months. Soon to be six. Usually, when people come in here, they want a puppy or a ‘proper’ looking dog. 'Charlie’ here doesn’t fit the bill.”

Jason continues to shower the dog in affection as you say your hellos to the others. By the time you finished your rounds, the brunette was still with the broken puppy.

“Are you trying to make me jealous?” You ask him, feigning anger. The playfulness fades away as you watch the two.

“You’re really attached to her, aren’t you?”

He doesn’t respond, but even you know the answer. A blind man could see the bond beginning to form.

“Why wouldn’t anyone want this sweet little thing? She’s perfect.” Jason rubs her head once more before turning to you. You can already see the wheels turning in his head.

“You want to get her, don’t you?”

His cheeks turn red as Jason stutters. “W-well… She could use a n-nice home. And you always wanted a dog. She’s perfect. We can give her the life she deserves.”

Joining in, the dog gives you kiss after kiss, coaxing you to adopt her.

“Well you are adorable,” you tell her, teasing Jason. “Is that a yes?” He asks excitedly.

If that man had a tail, it would probably cause a tornado with the way your boyfriend was acting.

“I’ll go get the paperwork from Brett.”

“Sign here,” Brett directs you and Jason. As you write down your signatures, your boss pulls out another paper.

“Now, since you want to adopt a dog without a name, you can call her whatever you want.”

Jason looks to you hopefully, silently begging you to let him choose. Smiling, you nod.

“Go for it.”

Ecstatic, he quickly presses his lips to yours before turning to Brett. “I think Hope seems like a fitting name.” Hearing him talk, the pitbull’s ears perked up.

“Hope. Not bad son. Not bad at all.”

Brett prints down the name with a smile. You watch as he stamps the paper with ease, adding his signature soon after.

“There you go,” he tells you, handing you the official papers. “You are all free to take Hope home.”

Jason looks ecstatic as he brings Hope out to the car. A smile never leaves your lips as he helps her into the vehicle.

“This is where you are going to sleep,” Jason instructs Hope. He points to the foot of the bed. “You can get as many cuddles as you want.”

“Cuddles?” You ask him. “Since when do you use the term cuddle?”

“Since I wanted to. Ok?” Your boyfriend asked in a rush, hiding his pink-tinted cheeks.

The two of you then calmly watch as your new pet inspects the home. Deciding it was suitable, Hope faced you. Her muzzle lifted at the sides as she eagerly wagged her tail.

Today was a good day.