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One Second At A Time

A/N: For @angstytodd, who needed some Wally West angst. This is for you, love, and I hope you feel better in your time.

Warnings: Angst, spoilers for those of you who haven’t seen Young Justice s2 (but I’m pretty sure you have)

Pairings: Reader x Wally West/Kid Flash/Flash

Reader: Neutral

Sometimes you find yourself wandering.

You’ll be out on a regular day, heading out for a cup of coffee, and suddenly zone out. It just happens. You’re walking, and everything’s normal; everything’s fine. Until you zone out and it’s not.

There’s never really a reason for it, that you’ve discovered yet. It’s peaceful—everything’s okay. Barry and Bart have been keeping crime in Central so low it’s almost halfway nonexistent. Dick is alive, so it Artemis, and Will, and Kaldur, and Kon…

Well, Jason died a couple of months ago but, aside from that, life has continued on.

Everything is okay, then you wander. Your mind goes silent without you really noticing, and your body moves of its own volition.

You walk a direction that has been written in your heart.

Depending on the day, sometimes you’ll pick up a lily or two—his favorite. Other days you take dandelions; they’re yellow. Maybe begonias. A bouquet of the three.

Every time, though, without fail you come-to standing there. Hands either filled with flowers or touching the tombstone.

And every time you break down, sobbing your eyes dry. The tears usually start before you realize where you are, though, for some reason. Maybe your conscious knows where you are—who it is that’s missing. Maybe you’re not as out of tune as you think. Maybe it’s a lot of things. You don’t know.

The only thing you know is that you’re here, again. You’re crying. Your heart aches. Every breath hurts and you can hardly breathe. You feel the part of you missing like it’s fresh.

You just keep crying.

“Wally?” you choke past the lump in your throat.

Of course, there’s no answer. There never is.

You keep going.

“I—I miss you.” Another sob. “We all still do. Dick… Dick isn’t okay. I think he still beats himself up over it, but it wasn’t his fault. Artemis is getting better, and I’m happy for her—she’s helping Will raise Lian, which is good. Jade left Will to be a single dad.” You wipe at your eyes, hiccupping. “Conner and M’gann are making up…”

But none of that is what you want to say.

“I wasn’t ready, Walls,” you cry, dropping to your knees. “I wasn’t ready to let you go; to say goodbye. Everyone’s getting better—they’re healing—but I feel stuck.” You put a hand over his name, and lean against it, sobs still heaving.

“I… You’re gone, Wally. You’re gone and I wasn’t ready.”

You stay there, sobbing your heart out, for a long time.

Dick is the one who finds you, hours later. Seeing him reminds you that you were supposed to meet and hang out for a bit.

He looks at you with eyes filled with understanding and pain, extending a hand which you take.

Once you’re on your feet you throw yourself at him in a hug. Dick’s arms don’t hesitate to return the embrace, and he squeezes you tightly, holding you together.

Neither of you say anything, and neither of you speak of it once you leave. You know it will happen again. Dick knows it will happen again. You will deal with it when it does.

For now life keeps on moving, so you do too.

It’s all you have left. Just another step, another breath, another blink. Another moment, another second, another minute. Another hour, another day, another month, another year.

All you can do is take life one second at a time.

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Time Lies (1k+ Title Drabble)

Prompt by anonymous: “Do you think you could perhaps write a title drabble called “Time Lies” (it’s a pun lol) with Bart Allen? Please and Thank you!”

A/N: (I get the pun, haha) I was very happy to! I have no remote clue why there were so many Bart requests, but it was a nice change in pace to write for the Flashes instead of the Bats. Thanks for the request, anon! ^^

Hope you enjoy :)

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort

Pairings: Reader x Bart Allen/Impulse/Kid Flash

Reader type: Neutral

“Hey, Bart?”

Green eyes flick to your [E/c] ones, curiosity glinting in them as he answers.

“Yeah?”

You study his eyes, solemnity making your face blank as you do. The weight of your hand intertwined in his suddenly feels like a bag of bricks, and his usual warmth seems too hot all of a sudden.

Insecurities. Gotta hate them.

“You’re from the future, right?”

He gives a hesitant nod.

“In the future… Did you know me?”

Bart purses his lips in thought, tilting his head a little, as his thumb begins making small circles on the back of yours.

“Well, no. [Y/n], in my time, you’re older than I am.” He laughs lightly, adding, “It would have been weird if I knew you then like I do now.”

You smile, humming. “Makes sense, I guess.”

A few beats of silence pass before you ask, “What was my future like? That you know? ‘Cause, like, telling me won’t rupture the space-time continuum anymore, right? You changed the future when you came back.”

“Huh.” Bart’s hand continues rubbing designs onto the back of yours. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. Mode can’t be any more crashed than it already is by telling you.” He flashes you a grin that sobers dramatically as he starts thinking.

There’s a sharp twist in your gut at the look, and your heart stutters.

He goes quiet for five minutes, looking out at the view from your bedroom window until his voice comes in a whisper.

“Do you really want to know?”

His tone makes you want to say ‘hell no, nevermind’, but you don’t. You’ve never been one to back down last-minute.

“Yes.”

Bart nods and explains your future from his time. All he can really tell you, though, is that you died six months before he came here. You were killed in a Reach-related incident, with your son. There was a secret funeral held, in which your spouse gave one of the most emotional speeches Bart had ever heard. He’d only gone because he’d met you twice before on different instances. On the first, he’d been hungry and you’d given him food. On the second, he’d been injured and left for dead, but you saved him from the ratty streets. You’d been a good person.

It’s odd, you muse to yourself. To know a possible future where you died young.

“But, well, mode crashed so you live!” Bart piped up eagerly. He’d mistaken your silence for sadness. “[Y/n]? Babe?”

Your eyes met his again and you smiled. “I’m fine, Bart. Thank you—for telling me.”

Worries eased, he grinned back and looped an arm around your shoulders to bring you closer.

“I love you, [Y/n].”

“Wouldn’t that be weird, Bartholomew?” you teased with a sly grin on your lips.

Bart pulled a face.

“Not as weird as you calling me Bartholomew.”

You laughed.

Calming, you said, “I love you too, Bart.”

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The Quiet Christmas That Never Happened (or did it?) [1k+ Milestone]

Prompt by @gamer-princessx: “Could I please have a fic with Damian x reader fluff where they have a nice quiet Christmas with the rest of the batfam. Maybe with some cuddling and kissing if possible. Congratulations love💕💕 you deserve every single follower💜 ”

A/N: Thanks for participating and for the kind words! I hope you like it, and apologize for the wait! Only cuddles happen, I’m afraid! Sorry to disappoint!

Damian is 17, which makes Tim roughly 22, Cass maybe 23, Jason about 27, and Dick 30-ish. I did the math. Rebirth is weird. That makes Dick, what, fourteen when he breaks away from Bruce? Bruce picked Jason up when he was eleven (pre-reboot?), I think? UGh, whatever. (Dang it, DC, pick already!)

Warnings: None

You sighed, sitting on the porch. Snow was lazily flitting down to the ground to cover it in a blanket of white. The warm cup of hot chocolate in your hands felt nice against your hands as the heat of it radiated to your cool hands, and you smiled a little when Tim yelped.

Jason laughed loud, watching the happenings of the yard from the balcony of his room, his own cup of hot chocolate in a hand.

Tim whirled around to face Dick, his partner, his ally, his brother, who’d nailed him in the head with a snowball, face drawn in utter betrayal.

“All’s fair in love and war, Tim!” Jason called from his spot, still snickering.

“Jason’s words ring true, Timothy.” You giggled a little at your boyfriend. “You were never going to prevail against me. I had enlisted Richard’s aid long before we began this game.”

“Uh, you mean against us, right Damian?” Duke had a brow raised, eyes narrowed, as he slowly backed away from Damian.

Damian turned to face Duke, a shark-like grin on his face. “No, Duke.” A snowball to the face punctuated his point and Duke cried out as he fell.

“Dick and Damian, point!” you cheered. “That leaves Robin three and Robin God-knows-what-number at one point, and OG Robin and fifth Robin at three!”

Tim pointed at you. “I call foul play! The ref is Robin five’s girlfriend!”

Placing a hand dramatically over your heart, you gasped loudly. “Me? Cheat for my boyfriend? I would never!”

“I vouch for her!” Jason called from his happy little perch, smug grin wide on his lips.

“Of course you would,” Tim grumbled. Louder he asked, “Why aren’t you in this, again?”

Jason shrugged. “I was dead the longest. Robin two is exempt from the Robin War you guys have going on right now.”

You shrugged when the others looked to you. “What?”

Distantly, you heard Alfred’s gentle voice and looked back over to Jason’s balcony. His back was turned as he listened, and a minute later he was turning back, the smile replaced by a brighter grin.

“Alfred says dinner’s ready, feuding birds! Better hurry your asses inside before Cass and Bruce take it all.”

Even you were out of your seat with the words “dinner’s ready”, sprinting--while keeping your mug of hot chocolate safe--for the dining room.

Dick and Tim, the slower of the two to react, made odd squawking sounds of alarm and you shouted over your shoulder, “Snooze you lose, bird boys!”

After dinner, Dick elected to watch a movie. His decision was backed by Jason, Duke, Cass, and Bruce. Tim and Damian were resigned to their fates, Damian more so since you’d also agreed with his eldest brother.

Now you were lying on a couch, your back to Damian’s firm chest, his arm around your waist and holding you close as you watched Home Alone. Dick was sitting in a pretty big loveseat with Cass curled up around him, her arms wrapped around one of his own. Jason was sitting on the floor, legs crossed under him with a blanket over them, and Tim was sitting next to Jason but wasn’t using the blanket. Bruce took up a loveseat of his own, a hand of his on Damian’s head as he watched the movie.

Your hand darted out to snag some of Jason’s popcorn and you laughed quietly at his surprised jolt as you popped a few of the snacks in your mouth.

Bruce’s lips twitched in amusement when Jason huffed and hugged his bowl closer, protectively.

As the movie progressed, you snuggled closer to Damian’s warmth and his arm tightened around you, and it was getting increasingly hard to keep your eyes open. Damian was practically a personal heater, your belly was happily full, and you had the background of the movie playing: a recipe for sleep.

So, with a full and happy heart, your eyes slid shut and you dozed off with love warming the room.

I hope you liked it! Have a blessed New Years! I hope 2019 treats you amazingly!

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To The Beat We Sway

A/N: I was in a fluff mood, inspired by this post :)

Warnings: ‘tis a short drabble! 

Pairings: Reader x Tim Drake (married)

It was a tendency of yours, to play music out loud at random in the apartment. Normally Tim stayed out of it, usually too busy sleeping, working on a new case, or working on some WE paperwork. You didn’t mind in the least--you weren’t one to really need much attention, content just sitting next to him and holding his hand while he read up on reports and you caught up on the latest drama of your favorite book series.

You hummed along to the song playing, now, as you washed the dishes. Tim was out on patrol, leaving you with the place to yourself for another little while. Washing dishes helped you think sometimes. Other times it gave you something to do, music playing in the background, your body swaying to the beat.

Jon Bellion was singing the acoustic version of Human from your speaker as you mouthed the lyrics to yourself and continued the task of scrubbing plates and cups, then setting them to dry on the rack.

Only when the song changed and Tim started singing did you notice his presence, whipping around to face him standing there, still wearing his uniform, domino in-hand. He smiled at you, still singing the lyrics of Riptide by Vance Joy. He walked over as you turned the faucet off and dried your hands, wrapping his arms around your waist, and you grinned up at him as you started to sing with him.

“There's this movie that I think you'll like This guy decides to quit his job and heads to New York City This cowboy's running from himself And she's been living on the highest shelf.”

The two of you stay like that, singing along to the music, swaying to the beat. When the song finished Tim sighed, resting his forehead against yours and closing his eyes.

“I love you,” he murmured.

“I love you too,” you answered with a smile, pressing a gentle kiss to the tip of his nose.

Tim opened his eyes, looked into yours. “I’m sorry I’m always so busy. You deserve more attention than I can give you, and I’m sorry.”

Your smile softened with your reply. “Tim, if I minded, do you think I’d have said yes to your proposal? Actually gone through with the wedding?”

He had no ready reply, so you tightened your arms around him, resting your head on his chest.

“I’m happy, Tim. That’s all I care about. Are you happy?”

No hesitation or pause in the response.

“Of course.”

You rested your ear against the spot of his chest over his heart, heard it’s steady thump thump. “Then that’s all that matters, isn’t it?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too. You should sing with me more often, if you really think you have anything to make up for.”

Tim chuckled and your grin grew.

“Deal.”

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Would Follow You Through Hell (600+ Milestone "Drabble”)

Prompt by @avengerdragoness: “Omg why did I just see your milestone?!?!?! I'm so happy for you!!! Congratulations!!! Can I request a title drabble with Jason with the title 'Would Follow You Through Hell' Congrats again my love!”

A/N: Thank you so much, Jules! I hope this was worth the wait, and really apologize for taking so long!

Pairings: Reader x Jason Todd/Red Hood

Love is a curious thing. You do so many things because of it, you die because of it, you live because of it, and you leave because of it. You work because of it, you break because of it, you long because of it, you laugh because of it, and you smile because of it. You do tons of things that conflict because of the power in the single emotion.

Things like dating, getting married, buying a house together, or having children together. Things like protecting your love with your life, sacrificing yourself for your love, or dying for your love.

Being married to and in love with Jason Todd didn’t mean anything different. You would each die for the other, and without much hesitation. You’d confessed this to each other before, though Jason made you swear that you wouldn’t die for him, and you’d made him swear that he wouldn’t die for you.

As you sit on your balcony, legs dangling through the bars, head on Jason’s chest, your hand entwines in his. Through his clothes you can hear the steady beat of his heart, reminding you that Jason had kept his promise. He always comes back to you when he leaves. 

Jason’s thumb rubs the back of your hand soothingly as you both gaze out over Gotham. The city where you’d found your second half, and Jason had found everything.

With the lights of life twinkling in you eyes you spoke three simple words that mean so much. Words that mean life itself. 

“I love you.”

Two beats of Jason’s heart pass before he answers.

“I know. I love me too.”

You lift your head, your free hand swatting at his chest, and he laughs. A smile graces your lips and you chuckle along to his laughter.

Once you’ve both calmed down and are looking out over the city forgotten by the world, Jason replies seriously.

“I love you more than anything can express.”

Smiling you nuzzle closer to Jason and his warmth.

“Okay,” you say.

“Okay,” he answers.

And that’s that. Those simple words convey everything without you needing to say anything. ‘I love you’ means you’ll do anything for each other. ‘I love you’ means you want the rest of your life with each other. ‘I love you’ means nothing in the world can stand in comparison to the way you see each other.

‘I love you’ means the world and more.

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Go

Prompt by @mizmahlia: “Angst prompt: “wait. i didn’t mean that. please, comeback.” Jason Todd x reader, or whatever you feel inspired to write with Jaybird. 😎”

A/N: Let’s try my hand at this… “drabble” thing I have heard of. Aiming for either 1k words to the number or under! Drabbles are MYTH as far as I’m concerned, so let’s see if I can do The Drabble™ >3>

Pairings: Reader x Jason Todd/Red Hood

Warnings: I mean it was requested angst. You know I love my angst.

You know, in books and movies the protagonist always gets a gut feeling that something happened, or that something is going to happen. A bad feeling. On some subconscious level you suppose that you’d counted on that; on getting at least a minute warning before things take a nosedive.

But you don’t live in a movie and you’re not a book character.

It happened when Jason came back from patrol, bruised and much bloodier than normal. His helmet was shattered, some shards still in his jaw and cheek. When he came inside, it wasn’t even by his own strength. Roy was supporting your boyfriend as he staggered into the safehouse, he himself looking much worse for wear.

“What happened?” Immediately you rushed over to the two, tying your hair up in a messy bun as you went, a hand grabbing the emergency kit on the counter beside the door when it was free.

Roy grunted as he sat down on the couch with Jason’s arm still over his shoulders and Jason still out leaning against him.

“We got jumped,” he mumbled, tilting the cap on his head down and rubbing at his jaw. “Jaybird got the worst of it.”

“I can tell,” you muttered, crouching in front of Jason and peering at the bloody wounds on him. “Help me out here, will you?”

Roy nodded and the two of you set to work patching Jason up. By the time he gained some form of consciousness, Roy was showered, bandaged, and passed out in the guest room. You were sitting on the spot beside Jason, expression blank as you absently scanned the book you were reading. Your head was swimming with the wounds your boyfriend and best friend had sustained tonight. The ugly stab wounds you’d stitched up, the bruises you’d wrapped up, and the wrist Jason had dislocated that you’d set all flashed through your mind.

The thing is…

It’s reaching its max. You can’t keep this up; pretending like you’re not worried sick whenever Jason goes out on patrol.

You’ve never liked liars and don’t want to start being one now.

Jason’s groan alerted you to his awareness. You didn’t move—didn’t speak a word—instead merely staring at the single letter your eyes had focused on. Eventually he became aware of where he was, and you knew that when he sighed and seemed to try to melt into the couch cushions.

Your lips twitched but your distress didn’t let the expression fully realize itself.

“Hey [F/n],” Jason mumbled into his arm.

“Hey Jay.”

“Where’s Roy?”

“Sleeping.”

“Good.” He cracked an eye open and looked over to you, his gaze finding yours. “How was the day, babe?”

With a sigh you stood, the book in your lap slipping onto the cushion. You ran your hand through your hair as words started tumbling past your lips before you could think about them.

“Really? You’re going to act like everything’s normal right now? ‘How was the day’? Seriously?”

Jason’s eye widened and he grunted, trying to push himself upright into a sitting position.

“[F/n]? What’s wrong?”

You scoffed at him, throwing a hand out and waving it at him before you stared pacing.

“Look at yourself! You barely made it back alive! What if Roy hadn’t been there, huh? What then?”

Jason frowned, now sitting up, and his brow wrinkled.

“I’m not an idiot—I would have called Dick or something.” He paused—hesitated, would be a better word—then said, “What’s gotten into you?”

Eyes widening you froze, staring at him in shock.

Breathlessly, you spoke.

“W-what’s gotten into me? Are you joking?”

He winced at the wording and opened his mouth to correct it but you cut him off.

“I can’t keep doing this!” you shouted, throwing your arms in the air. “I can’t keep pretending that everything’s right as rain; I can’t keep pretending that I’m not mortified that one day you won’t come back to me! I… I can’t keep this up, Jason.”

The look on his face made you wince and slowly it got worse. It went from blank to pained.

What he said slapped you across the face and hard.

“Then don’t,” he whispered. “If that’s how you feel, then don’t keep it up.”

You paled but tightened your lips stubbornly.

Jason slowly stood upright, biting his lip from either pain or what he’d said—you couldn’t tell. His brilliant green eyes looked into yours and he hugged you.

“If you really… if you really feel like that…” Tears started welling up in your eyes as Jason spoke, and you couldn’t help them. “Then leave.”

You hugged Jason back, burying your face in his shoulder. Why is he telling you to go? Shouldn’t he be saying different things? Shouldn’t he be trying to get you to stay? Shouldn’t he…

Shouldn’t he be trying to keep you?

“I love you, [F/n], and I want you to be happy. If… If you’re happy without me, then… Then go.”

“I’m sorry Jason,” you choked out.

He held you tighter and you felt something wet on your neck when he moved his head. Your heart broke at the feel.

“Go.”

And in the morning, when he woke up?

You had.

On the bus you waited for a text message, a phone call--anything from Jason with something along the lines of: “Wait. I didn’t mean that. Please, come back.”

But...

Nothing ever came.

So you left.

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DC Imagines Masterlist

❤ = Fluff

💙 = Hurt/Comfort

🖤 = Angst

💚 = To-be-determined

Dick Grayson

🖤 Eternity

Jason Todd

❤ Sobriety

💚 Thorns of the Mind: I | II |

💙 Dusk Turns To Dawn [Arkhamverse]

💙 Worth It

❤ Turning Pages and Happy Endings at last

❤ Stories and Casts

❤ Meet the Brother

❤ So You Went To A Bar

Tim Drake

❤ Little Talks

Batfam

💚 Welcome To Gotham: Prologue | I | II 

Roy Harper

❤ Looking Out (Submission for @/an-all-write-life’s 1.2k+ Celebration)

❤ Bullseye

Wally West

❤ Relax

Gonna make a grand masterlist, so this is me getting started on it 😂

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Relax

A/N: For my lovely mutual @sweetspiderboy. I was gonna send this in the thread but it got too long 😂

Warnings: Nothing much.

Pairings: Reader x Wally West/Flash

You’re working on your laptop, typing away and stressed beyond all hell. There’s a cup of water next to the laptop that’s 3/4th gone already, you’re in sweats, socks, and a long-sleeve because it’s cold and you were feeling too lazy to go put up the thermostat. Plus, this needed to get done before you died from anticipation.

Wally came home to find you in the bedroom, glaring at your screen, and he crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe in his amusement. Your hands were folded and you had then over your mouth, earbuds in as you tried to intimidate the answer into revealing itself.

He waited for you to notice him, but is patience vanished after two minutes.

Wally, still dressed in his uniform, pulled the mask down around his neck and popped his head next to yours, crouching and putting his hands on his knees. “What’re we doing?” he cheerily chirped.

You cursed, jumping at the abruptness, and ripping the earbuds out of your ears. “Damn it Wally!” you half-heartedly scolded. “You scared me!”

He chuckled and the sound still made your cheeks heat up a bit. It didn’t help that the setting sunlight filtering through the blinds on the window caught his eyes and hair, hilghlighting them beautifully.

He’s too cute for this to be legal.

“[F/n], you looked stressed, babe, what’s wrong?”

Then there’s that. How easily you read each other. You’re open books to one another, and sometimes it’s so amazing, then other times it’s a tad annoying.

Like now.

You pursed your lips. “Nothing, Walls. It’s fine.”

Wally raised a brow, a doubtful expression on his face. “Right,” he drawled, “and I’m a fairy princess from Neverland.”

“Shut up.”

“Make me.”

“Seriously?”

He winked at you and you rolled your eyes with a sigh, shoulders slumping as you looked back to your laptop screen.

Wally straightened, moving behind you and massaging your shoulders. You were so tense he had no idea how you hadn’t noticed. “Babe,” he murmured, “what’s wrong?”

The massage was so good…

You took a second to process his question, and a minute to answer it.

“Midterms,” you answered, swallowing a moan. God, Wally knew just where to massage…

He now understood. “Ah.” Wally paused for a second before saying, “We’re going to pop by Dick’s place then grab some tacos, then we’re going to cuddle and watch a movie, then were going to cuddle on the bed, then I’m going to talk your ear off about my old Titans days.”

Alarmed, you shook out of his grio and stood, facing him. “But my midterms–”

“–are going to be finished,” he interrupted with a grin, stepping forward and pulling you against his chest, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing a kiss to your forehead. “You can go ahead and finish them before we do my amazing plans, beautiful. But then we’re doing things my way, okay?”

You smiled when he pressed a feather-light kiss on your lips. “Okay. Thanks babe.”

Wally grinned down at you. “I’m going to keep you company in the meantime! You can cheat off me too, y'know.” He winked and you rolled your eyes, squirming out of his arms to plop back into the chair.

You felt a breeze then Wally was dressed in shorts and a loose t-shirt, sitting in a chair beside you with a head on his fist as he squinted at your screen.

“I’m not going to cheat off you; that’s cheating.”

He glanced at you, raising a brow. “Yeah? That’s why it’s called cheating?”

Again you rolled your eyes, popping an earbud in and giving him the opposite one. Wally grabbed your laptop and ignored your futile protests as he chose a playlist and returned the device to you.

Music in, boyfriend present, plans made, and massage had, you were now definitely ready for this midterm.

You cracked your knuckles before starting saying, “Come at me, questions.”

Wally chuckled and pressed another kiss to your cheek and you grinned, confidence spiked. 

I hope you liked it! 

Have an awesome day, guys! ❤❤❤

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Bullseye

A/N: This is just a little drabble. Not a very long fic. But I was listening to Erratic Cinematic by Gerry Cinnamon (saw it mentioned on @crazyfreckledginger’s blog and was like hey why not), and I was just so at peace listening to it. Very warm vibe I got from the song and I suppose I was inspired to write some Roy Harper fluff. 

Enjoy writing inspired by a very content and peaceful mood!

Pairings: Reader x Roy Harper (Arsenal)

Warnings: Fluff

Sometimes Roy wonders what he did in life to earn moments like these; he wonders what he did to earn this privilege.

Sun filters in through the window blinds, soft rays entering the bedroom and illuminating the space with warm yellow and gold colors. The fan in the room makes the blinds flow a bit, making the sun rays move around.

Roy lies on his side, arm folded under his head, as he stares at your sleeping face. It’s creepy, yeah, he guesses, but you’re just so… beautiful, as a few rays catch your hair and skin. 

Heck, you’re always this beautiful.

You don’t stir when he reaches out to brush some of the hair out of your face, nor when he shifts closer to be able to wrap an arm around you and nuzzle his face in your hair. If anything, you mumble something before curling into him even more.

The sense of peace Roy finds when he’s with you is something he’ll never give up. The way you make him feel is something that will never fade. The love he has for you will never shrink.

Love is something he’d thought he’d already experienced. Love is something Roy never expected to encounter again. Love is something you have shown him.

Anything that makes you happy makes him happy too. Anything that hurts you hurts him too. Anything you enjoy he enjoys too.

Even the simplest things seem amazing to Roy if you’re involved. Things like waking up in the morning with you across from him. Things like eating breakfast, walking down the sidewalk, tidying up, washing dishes–they’re all his favorite things to do whenever he does them with you.

Nothing in the world can compare to you.

At some point Roy must have dozed off, because he wakes up to the smell of food, and noticed the absence of your warmth.

Knowing you’re probably cooking and, no, there’s no reason to worry, Roy takes a minute to let himself wake up before sliding out of the covers and off the bed.

“It’s cold,” he mumbles at the feeling of the air on his bare chest. Louder, he calls, “[F/n]?”

“In the kitchen!”

A-ha. His intuition had been correct.

Roy smiles, going to brush his teeth, then making his way into the small kitchen the two of you share.

Your hair is up in a messy bun, and you’re wearing an old too-big t-shirt with some grey sweats, but you still look like a goddess in Roy’s eyes.

Silently sliding up behind you, Roy whispers, “Boo,” with his mouth beside your ear.

You jump, whirling to face him, and he laughs. “Harper! How dare you!” You smack his chest with the spatula you’re holding and he chuckles, pressing a kiss to your head.

“Sorry, babe, couldn’t resist,” he cheerily excuses himself.

Rolling your eyes, you turn back to the eggs you’d been making. “Pancakes?”

Oh you know pancakes are his second-favorite. “I,” he solemnly begins, “will never reject a pancake in my life. If I do let me be struck down by lightning from the Gods!” Roy lifts the back of his hand to his forehead dramatically and you chuckle.

“If you want some, you’ve got to make them yourself.”

He gasps. “How cruel. You know your pancakes are the best.”

You look at him out of the corner of your eyes, a sparkle in their [E/C] hues. “Should’ve thought of that before you decided to scare me.”

“[F/n]~”

“A-ah. Sh. This is your fault.”

Have a blessed one!

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Looking Out

Prompt: “I have a really good explanation.” “As to why you’ve adopted half a dozen puppies? I can’t wait to hear.”

A/N: This is my submission for @an-all-write-life’s 1.2k+ Milestone! So happy for you, lovely!!! I hope there are many more to come! Thank you for letting me participate in your celebration ^^

(Edit: I’ve been writing a lot of Roy stuff lately haven’t I 😂)

Pairings: Roy Harper x Reader

Words: 521 (A-ha-ha! 21 words above minimum! >:D 😂)

Warnings: None? I mean… yeah, no, none.

Enjoy!

When one is married to Roy William Harper Jr., one becomes immune to surprises. You’ve seen things from robots suddenly combusting in the living room, to Roy covered in pink slime, to a machine that was supposed to make a cake to top Alfred’s (which failed).

But this has to take the cake.

You’ve just walked into the small house you share with Roy when you swear you hear barking, which is weird because you don’t own a dog and neither does your husband, to your knowledge.

Confused, you lock the door behind you and put the keys away.

“Roy?” you call as you make your way to your bedroom, where the sound seems to multiply as it gets louder. 

When you open the door to the room, you see Roy trying to herd a group of puppies together, and miserably failing.

You blink. “What… is this?”

Roy whips around to face you, straightening, and flashes you a bright, charming smile. “Hey, [F/n]! How was work?” He walks over and hugs you in a tight embrace.

The puppies don’t disappear, though, and you can’t help but stare at them. “It… It was fine… What’re they doing here?”

He pulls back, both hands on your shoulders and eyes holding yours. “I have a really good explanation.”

A brow of yours slowly raises at his response. “As to why you’ve adopted half a dozen puppies? I can’t wait to hear.”

Being the attention-loving creatures they are, the puppies scamper over, sniffing at your shoes and pawing at your legs. You can’t help but smile; they really are cute.

“Well…” Roy purses his lips, looking down to the puppies and scooping one of them into his arms to cradle against his chest. The little thing squirms in his grip and tries to lick at his chin, making him chuckle and you smile wider.

“Well…?” you prompt when he doesn’t continue.

He blinks. “Oh! Okay, so, like, I was thinkin’ about giving Jaybird one because he always talks about how he used to have a dog when he was a kid, Dick’s birthday is coming up too, so I figured I’d give him one, Wally and Artemis have been thinking about getting another dog so I wanted to give them two, and the other three I kinda, maybe, hoped you’d say we could keep…?” Roy smiles awkwardly as he meets your gaze again. “…can we keep them?”

You try holding a straight face but can’t help the giggle to slip past your lips, lifting a hand to your mouth. “Roy Harper,” you start, a smile on your face as you speak, “you are one of the most considerate friends somebody could ever hope to have, and I’m very lucky to call you my husband.”

Roy perks up, the puppy in his arms now having squirmed enough to get a few licks in before it’s put on the ground with its siblings and Roy’s hugging you.

“Does that mean we can keep the rest?” he asks.

“Yes, Roytoy, it does,” you answer, hugging him back. “But you’re potty training them.”

“Aw, man!”

“Welcome to fatherhood, Roy.”

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Welcome To Gotham [Chpt. 1]

A/N: So I did the equivalent to enie-minine-miney-moe (or however tf you spell that) for which series to update for the reader-inserts and regular fics, and WTG was the winner for the RIs (reader-inserts), and Whistle While You Work won for the regular fics. So that’s gonna be updated next!

Warnings: None!

Pairings: Again, none ^^

[N/n]: Nickname

Enjoy, y’all!

Prologue | Chapter 1 |

Maybe if the day had started off different, you’d be feeling different. But either way, right now, you were standing on a field with about forty different people, stretching.

Your P.E. teacher had declared her name to be Coach Parkers and said that your class would be getting started on laps today.

The first day.

Several people groaned, but Jason Todd, Roy Harper, and Timothy Drake were not one of those people. Neither were you.

Truth be told, you rather enjoyed running, be it on a grassy field or a track. It didn’t matter. So long as you were running, you felt a sort of liberty in it. You felt free. 

So now here you were, stretching out your limbs before a morning run, having already dressed out into the P.E. uniform your parents had bought: navy blue basketball shorts with the initials GA on the lower corner of the left leg, and a grey shirt also sporting the Gotham Academy logo on it.

You were standing alone, rather apart from the others. Everyone gave you odd looks, like they could just tell that Gotham wasn’t your home. 

It made you feel weird, so you tried to ignore it best you could.

Luckily–or maybe unluckily?–Roy Harper was making his way over.

He greeted you with a bright grin and a short wave. The trucker hat was still on his head, but he lifted it and tilted it at you slightly as he spoke. “Hey there, new girl.”

“Hi,” you replied shyly. He wasn’t a native Gothamite either, from what Mia had told you, so maybe that was why he was quicker to act anything aside from wary of you? “I’m [F/n] [L/n].”

Roy’s smile morphed into a smirk as he crossed his arms and winked at you. “Roy Harper, at your service ma’am.”

A small smile tugged at your lips involuntarily.

“Yo, Roy!”

Both you and Roy looked to who’d called his name to spot Jason and Tim walking over.

Aw, shit. 

You paled a bit seeing the two, and glanced between Roy and the two Waynes. 

“I, uh…” you trailed off when the two reached you and Roy. You’d taken too long to leave! Damn it!

Jason glanced over at you and flashed you a smirk. You couldn’t help the blush when he greeted you. “Oh, hey [F/n]. It’s been awhile.”

Tim raised a brow, also looking at you before looking back to his brother. “You guys know each other?”

You didn’t answer, the hem of your shirt suddenly fascinating. 

“Yup,” Jason answered, popping the ‘p’. “We have first period together.”

Roy gasped, mock-hurt as he turned to you. “And you didn’t tell me?! I thought we were friends, [F/n]!”

You smiled a little, looking back to Roy. “We just met, like, two minutes ago.”

He chuckled along with Tim. “Got me there, sweet cheeks.”

Tim stuck his hand out, giving you a kind smile. “Tim Drake. Nice to meet you…”

You shook his hand, returning the smile. “[F/n] [L/n]. Nice to meet you too.”

The coach blew the whistle, gesturing for everyone to line up where she was standing.

The boys you’d been standing with grinned, Roy slapping Jason on the back and Tim following behind the two, arms crossed with a contented expression on his face.

Since they were, like, the only people who were talking to you, you jogged to catch up with them.

Jason caught your gaze and smirked again, that white shock of hair falling over his eyes as he did. “Running with us, [F/n]?”

You opened your mouth to answer, but the coach blew the whistle again and everyone started taking off.

The boys, save Tim again, started to banter and tease as they started off at a quick jog. You went to keep pace with them, finding it wasn’t easy but wasn’t hard at the same time. It was a bit of a challenge, but you love challenges.

As you glanced at the other three, you found that this seemed effortless on their parts.

Jason and Roy continued to talk and argue, but Tim ignored them as he looked over at you and smiled. 

“You’re pretty fast,” he complimented.

You smiled back. “Nah. I just run a lot.”

He laughed. “That doesn’t mean you’re not fast,” Tim responded.

All you did was laugh in response.

After about the second lap, Roy and Jason kicked their speed up a notch or two, not having paused to slow down once. Tim held pace with you as the older boys took off, and you found conversation with Tim was easy and natural; you didn’t feel awkward at all as you spoke with him.

Once everyone completed the third lap, the whistle was blown and the coach waited for everyone to rest before saying that the run was a good start, and that next class would be the same thing. Your class had the rest of the period to yourselves, basically.

You sighed as Coach Parkers opened up the doors to the cool, air-conditioned, gym, walking inside. Everyone still stayed away from you for some reason, so you awkwardly shuffled for the water fountains with everyone’s gazes on you.

Tim, Jason, and Roy were somewhere but you weren’t sure where, so you drank some water, walked over to the bleachers, and took a seat as far from where everyone else was as you were comfortable with.

Feeling rather lonely, you looked for the beat-up dark green trucker hat of Roy’s, hoping to spot it among the throng of people clustered together.

“…who’re we looking for?”

You jumped a foot out of your chair, whirling to look behind you to see Roy and Jason sitting there.

Roy was grinning smugly at you, so you could assume who was responsible for scaring you. Jason was outright laughing boisterously and you blushed.

“Asshole,” you muttered.

Roy winked. “A lovable one, right?”

You rolled your eyes dramatically. “Still just met, Roy.”

“And you already love me.”

“Where’s Tim?” you abruptly asked, changing topics.

Jason leaned forward, pointing out a raven-haired head talking to the coach. “He’s a teacher’s pet.”

The coach looked down at her watch before blowing the whistle. Everyone looked over at her, and she instructed for everyone to start heading to the locker rooms to dress back into the regular uniform for third period.

You stood up, Jason and Roy already jumping down the bleachers.

When they reached the ground, Roy looked back at you and said, “Coming?

You shook your head, smiling as you joined them. “Yeah.”

Of course, you both went to different locker rooms, but you were surprised when you walked out again dressed back in the regular uniform, and saw the three boys waiting for you again.

“Geez, [F/n]! You took ages!”

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Welcome To Gotham

A/N: Wellllll. This is that high school AU I was talking about! For all the Bats to be in Gotham Academy High, I had to tinker with the ages a bit! So to understand the works, please reference this. That’s about it! I hope y’all like it! Special thanks to @mizmahlia for helping me out with the beginning!

Reader-insert

Parings: None for now!

Warnings: Zero for this prologue!

Prologue | Chapter I |

You chewed the inside of your lip, chin in-hand and foot tapping rhythmically on the ground. You’re sitting on your bed a bit hunched over as you stare at the closet. And you’re not even sure why you’re doing it! The school your parents enrolled you in is a private one, and you’ve already set the uniform down on the bed beside you.

Frustrated with yourself, you sigh and flop down on your back, head hitting the mattress gently.

Did your parents have to take a job in Gotham during your Junior year of high school? Don’t they have any idea how hard it’s going to be to fit in now? Your social life is practically going to be nonexistent! You’ll be an outsider among them!

With another drawn-out sigh, you cover your eyes with your hands.

Today’s the first day of the school year and your first day attending the new, unfamiliar school with new, unfamiliar people.

Oh you’re so looking forward to the rest of the day.

Determinedly, you get up and dress in the navy skirt, white polo, red tie, and black emblemed blazer. Frowning, you decide on some simple maroon sneakers for footwear before you sling a strap of your backpack over a shoulder and make your way to the kitchen to grab a quick breakfast.

Your mom is still asleep and your dad has long since gone to work. You glance at the clock and grab your house keys on your way out, making sure your phone is in your pocket.

06:40am

You’ve still got about twenty minutes to make it to Gotham Academy if you want to be on-time. That’s a plus.

However, that would leave you with another ten minutes of socializing, if one can call avoiding people like they have the plague socializing.

Mentally debating whether or not to head out now or wait, you gave up and hurried out the door.

A brief bus ride and five-minute walk later, you’ve made it. You’re at the new school.

Okay so that’s step one in plan Survive The First Day compete! Now for step two; find an empty place to hunker down in until first period. What is your first period again?

Biting a corner of your lip, you pull out your phone and find the screenshot of your schedule that you’d taken a few days ago. First period for you was… AP Literature. Sweet!

Nodding once to yourself, you straighten your posture and start walking around the campus littered with teenagers. As you look around, you start to feel very, very lonely. Everyone is either with one or a group of people, but nobody is actually quite as alone as you are.

You sigh, head lowering a bit.

Suddenly you hear someone walk up behind you, and you turn to see who it is. It’s a girl with wavy dark hair up in a tight pony tail and warm brown eyes behind boxy-framed thin glasses who stands behind you. She’s actually a bit cute.

There’s a kind smile on her face as she greets you with a small wave. “Hey there.”

How are you supposed to answer that? She greeted you like you’re long-time friends, not people who are literally just meeting. “Uhm. Hi.” You want to hit yourself for your lacking social skills.

She holds out a hand, introducing herself. “The name’s Mia Delacrúz!”

You smile shyly as you shake her hand. “Hi. I’m [F/n] [L/n].”

As she takes her hand back, her smile remains. “Sorry if this seems rude, but you don’t seem like you’re a native Gothamite. Where’re you from?”

“Oh, I moved from [S/N].” Is it really that obvious?

Mia laughed. “Yeah, it really is.”

Damn you said that out loud.

You chuckle, shrugging. “Is that a bad thing?”

“So not!” She waves a hand, turning her head to look to the main section of the courtyard as people around you start whispering and gesturing. “Oh,” she hummed, “they’re here.”

Confused, you move to try and see who she’s talking about. All you can really manage to catch sight of is a group of teens. Five boys and a girl who don’t seem all that special…

“Who’re they?”

Mia glances back over to you, turning back. “Oh, them?”

Your eyes are still following the group as you nod. Mia chuckles, looking back to them. “Those’re the Waynes. Well, Duke isn’t a Wayne yet, technically, but he lives with them, so.” She clears her throat as she starts to give you names to connect to faces.

“The really cute one is Richard Grayson, but he prefers that people call him Dick. He’s a sweet guy and a Senior. He’s the oldest, too. Th–”

“Why Dick?” You make a bit of a face as you interrupt, confused.

Mia huffs. “I don’t know. Ask him yourself. In the meantime, I think you asked me who they were?”

You blush a bit, glancing at her apologetically. “Sorry.”

She smirks. “It’s fine. Anyways, the tall one with the white streak in his hair is Jason Todd. He’s a Senior. Now, that kid comes off as a total ass, but he’s real nice once he warms up to you. The girl’s name is Cassandra Cain. Now her.” Mia whistles. “She’s a complete and utter badass. I once saw her take out four of last year’s seniors alone. She’s a Junior.”

You raise a brow, impressed. She looks so… fragile, it’s a bit hard to imagine.

Your new friend continues talking.

“Okay, the small one who looks like he’s going to stab someone’s Damian Wayne, and the short, paler one is Tim Drake.  Tim is a Junior. Real cute. Damian’s a Sophomore and actually not too bad once you get to know the kid.” Here Mia’s voice turns a bit fond, and you side-glance her. She catches your look and chuckles. “My little sister is a friend of his,” she explains.

“So, that leaves the kid you said wasn’t technically a Wayne, right? Duke?” you inquire as you look back to see the group joined by a two other boys. One a ginger and the other a redhead.

Mia smiles. “Yup! Duke’s actually one of the cooler ones. He’s super chill, and he’s a Junior this year..”

“And who’re they?” you gesture to the new faces.

She squints a bit, adjusting her glasses a bit. “Oh! That’s Roy Harper and Wally West. They transferred last year. Roy’s the one with the trucker hat and long-ish hair, and Wally’s the other one.” Mia shrugs. “Roy is practically Jason’s brother, and Wally is Dick’s best friend. They’re both Seniors.” The girl smiles a bit. “I’m very happy to say that Roy is a good friend of mine too.”

You smile at Mia, turning to face her. “Cool. What’s the big deal about the Waynes, again?”

At her incredulous look, you blush a bit and fidget with the hem of your shirt. “You really have no idea who they are,” she deadpans.

“No?”

“Do you live under a rock or something?”

“No! I’ve just never been to Gotham before!”

“Everyone knows who Bruce Wayne is!”

“I clearly don’t!”

She laughs. “Bruce Wayne? As in, billionaire playboy bachelor who makes a habit out of adopting kids?”

You pause as your brain starts to process the information and you gasp when it clicks. Bruce Wayne! The Wayne scholarship that got you into this school!

The man who basically gave you a future and your parents great jobs has kids! Who go here!

“Holy shit!” You clap a hand over your mouth and Mia starts laughing again.

“You finally put two and two together or something?” she teases with a cheeky grin.

Rolling your eyes, you gently shove her and she laughs. “What year are you?”

“Junior,” she answers and you couldn’t be happier. Maybe you have her for some classes! “And you?”

You smile as you answer. “Junior!”

Mia grins. “Awesome.”

The bell marking the start of the school day rings, and you compare schedules with Mia. You have first, fourth, fifth, and sixth periods together, which is awesome and more than you could have hoped for.

As the two of you walk into the AP Lit class, you catch sight of Jason Todd and Rich–Dick Grayson already sitting down. Dick is talking to Jason about something that you don’t catch, but the latter doesn’t seem particularly interested as he blankly gazes at the former.

You pause in the doorway as Mia keeps walking, eyes locked on Jason.

Holy hell he’s hot.

Unconsciously, you start to take in all the details you couldn’t see in the courtyard as people continue to walk past you into the room. The strong jawline, the green eyes, the scar on his lip, his broad shoulders, the muscles on his arms…

Jason looks over at you and catches you staring. He smirks and you feel the blush creeping onto your face as you duck your head a bit and take a seat beside Mia who’s cracking up.

…unfortunately, she’d taken a seat in front of Dick, which left you to sit in the desk in front of Jason’s. You can feel his eyes on you as Mia lightly shoves your arm, leaning over to whisper, “Smooth, [Y/n].”

The bell rings and you gently shove your friend back and she laughs quietly.

Your teacher introduces himself as Mister Walter Beaudry in a monotone voice and you internally groan. He’s one of those teachers, then.

He instructs the class to introduce themselves by saying their first and last names, and the name of the person or people who had gone before them.

“Snap,” you hear Mia whisper beside you. When she sees your raised brow she explains, “I’m terrible with names, [Y/n].”

“Well,” you start, “you got my name right. And theirs–” who the they was went unsaid “–so I’m sure you can do this.”

She gives you a small, grateful smile as the first person stands up and introduces himself as Andrew Daugnt.

When it’s Mia’s turn she stands, names all eight people who’d gone before her, then sits down with a relieved exhale.

You grin, whispering, “You got it, girl!”

Mia huffs a breathless laugh. “I did, didn’t I?”

You’re about to say something more when you realize that it’s your turn.

Quickly, you stand and name the people who’d gone before you, having to ask the girl in front of you her name since you hadn’t caught it. “And I’m [F/n] [L/n].” You give a very shy smile and wave before sitting back down. Having all those people looking at you had been a bit nerve-wracking, you have to admit.

You still when you realize that it’s Jason’s turn to introduce himself.

“That’s [Y/n], and I’m Jason Todd.”

For some reason you blush when he says your name as you try and sink in your seat a little. You hear a chuckle behind you and your cheeks heat up further.

Oh, God, this class is going to be unbearable.

Once everyone’s introduced themselves, the bell rings for second period and you bid Mia a temporary good-bye as you shuffle to P.E.

…P.E. which, of course, you end up having with Jason, Tim, and Roy.

Damn.

Sorry I ended it there, but I wasn’t sure how else to do it 😂

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Little Talks

A/N: I’m so sorry this took forever and a year to finish! Yes you most certainly can get that! Here it is, and I hope you like it! Thanks so much for the compliment–you’re wonderful, and I’m so glad you sent the request in <3 I combined it with a story I was already planning, so… You’re, like, psychic or something, haha. 

B/N = Baby Name / Boy Name

Pairings: Reader x Tim Drake

Warnings: None

It’s been a long day for Red Robin so, as he peels the domino mask off and enters his apartment, Tim looks forward to seeing the two people he cherishes the most.

He sighs, unclipping the straps on his uniform and shedding his ‘cape’, as he makes his way to the bedroom after closing, locking, and arming the security on the door.

Pausing by a room in the hall, Tim hears the beginning of a loud crying. He smiles softly before opening the door and silently making his way over to the crying crib.

“Hey,” he whispers, poking his head over the rails and smiling down at the ultimate pride and joy of his life.

His son quiets, [E/C] eyes wide as they focus on his dad.

Tim’s smile grows ever so slightly as he reaches into the crib and carefully picks [B/N] up. “Yeah. Don’t want to make mommy up now do you?”

The baby gurgles, hands waving and smacking Tim’s chest in their flailing.

Chuckling, Tim turns to walk out of the room and head for the kitchen. “Hungry?” he asks as they reach the fridge. [B/N] squeals in response. “Hm? Is that what woke you up?” Tim grins and pokes his son’s stomach.

More gurgling and squealing from [B/N] and Tim nods. “Let’s fix that and get you back to bed.”

The next morning you wake up with a yawn, humming as you reach for your husband, fully intent on a morning cuddle.

You immediately sit up when you don’t feel him there and your eyes scan the bedroom. “Tim?”

Everything is where it’s supposed to be, but Tim’s work clothes is still there too.

Siding off the bed you go to check the hidden compartment for Tim’s Red Robin uniform. You type in the code, press your palm flat on the sensor, and lean in for the retinal scan. The door to the compartment slides open, revealing the uniform missing.

With a start you’re rushing out of your bedroom, going to check on [B/N], your son.

He’s not in his crib.

You’re almost having a full-on panic attack when you hear low sounds coming from the TV in the living room.

Confused, and still extremely concerned, you make your way to the living room, picking up parts of Tim’s uniform from the floor and giving a long, relieved sigh when you see Tim passed out on the couch with [B/N] asleep on his chest.

You smile at the sight, promising to chew Tim out for making you worry when he wakes up, thanking everything that is good in the world that your favorite boys are okay, before you head to put away the items in your arms.

Oh, boy, Tim’s going to get chewed out.

I hope you guys enjoyed the fluff!

Have an awesome and blessed one y’all!

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So You Went To A Bar

Requested by anon: “a drunk kiss with Jason Todd if it isn’t too much trouble.”

A/N: It wasn’t any trouble at all! Thank you for making the request, anon! I hope you like it!

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, Jason’s mouth, yadda yadda.

Pairings: None(?)

Hope you like it!

Really, you’re not sure what you were expecting when your friends dragged you to a bar. It’d been maybe an hour and you’re almost wasted.

Beside you on your right side was sitting a damn good-looking guy, and your friend on your left leaned over and shouted into your ear, “You guys should totally kiss!”

You turned to her, sloppily slapping a hand over her mouth. “Shh! You don’t just yell that!” you replied, equally loud.

She smacked your hand off her mouth and yelled, “But you know you want to! I swear, girl, if you don’t I will!”

“Again, you don’t just scream that for the world to hear!”

“You have FIVE SECONDS to make up your mind!”

“Fine!”

You turned to the guy sitting next to you and saw he was talking with someone to his right. Squinting a bit you could see a small tuft of white hair over his eyes and you raised a brow.

With a shrug you reached out and tapped him on the shoulder to get his attention.

The guy looked over at you and you smiled. “Heyyy, there!”

“Hold up a sec, Tim,” he said, turning briefly to the guy he’d been talking to before.

You heard ‘Tim’ cry, “I’m underaged, Jason!” and ‘Jason’ waved him off as he turned to you.

“Can I help you?” he asked in a voice that was just so unfairly attractive.

Boldly you nod. “Yep.”

Jason raised a brow. “Really?”

“M-hm.”

“Gonna tell me how or is this conversation going nowhere?”

You glanced back at your friend who winked as she went to join you other friends who were by a pool table.

Looking back to Jason you pointed at your group of friends and tried not to yell as you spoke. “They want me to kiss you, but I need to know two”–you held up two fingers to make your point–“things!”

He seemed amused as he said, “Shoot.”

You nodded once. “Okay. One.” You put one of your fingers down. “Are you gay?” 

Immediately after you asked the question you snorted and slapped a hand over your mouth. “Wow that was so straightforward, nice one [F/n]. Nice one brain.” You glanced back at him and saw his lips twitching. “I am sorry for my bluntness but in my defense I’m drunk.”

Jason shrugged. “It’s fine. And to answer your question: No, I’m not gay.”

“Okay.” You sighed deeply. “Second question.” You raised the finger you’d lowered. “Are you okay with kissing me? We don’t need’a make out or anything just a small quick kiss is fine. Like, she only said kiss, not have a hot sesh.”

He suddenly started laughing and you blushed. Oh, God, you’re no good drunk. None at all.

“S-sorry,” he gasped, catching his breath. “Your choice in words. I couldn’t help it.” Jason started snickering again and your blush deepened.

“Well, are you going to kiss me or–”

Your question was cut off by him grabbing your chin in a hand and pressing his lips to yours.

Either you’re definitely wasted, or he’s just a fuck-all amazing kisser.

It ended up lasting longer than you’d thought it would and he breaks away with a short huff, lowering his head a little.

You’re honestly stunned.

“Wow,” you breathed. For some reason it made Jason start laughing again.

“What’s so ‘wow’?” he asked you, smiling.

Aw, hell, he’s even hotter smiling.

“You-the kiss-it-I–” you stuttered, flustered. Finally you managed to say: “That was a great fucking kiss.”

He laughs again and you laugh right with him.

Maybe kissing Jason was a good idea.

What the fuck kind of ending was that? I don’t know. I hope you enjoyed the story in general though!

Have a great week guys!

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Meet the Brother

Prompt 31:  “I waxed the floors, grab your fluffy socks.”

A/N: Again, thrilled to do it to spit on my writer’s block :D

You were sitting on the couch of Dick’s apartment, siting next to Jason. You guys had been visiting an old friend of yours here in Blüdhaven when Jason told you he had a brother living here. You, not being a native Gothamite, had no clue who he was talking about when he said “Dickhead lives around here.”

When he explained, you insisted upon meeting your boyfriend’s eldest brother much to his displeasure.

How you’d gotten into the apartment when Richard wasn’t home was Jason picking the lock in almost six seconds flat.

As you sat there, you were a bit anxious. What if Richard didn’t like you? What if he didn’t want you anywhere near his little brother? You remember vividly being protective of your little brother when he’d gotten his first girlfriend. What if Richard reacts similarly?

You realized you were about to find out when the door opened and the big brother skidded inside and met eyes with Jason.

Jason, who hadn’t said a word after you guys got comfortable. Jason, whos eyes widened at the grin to spread across his brother’s face.

“[F/n]. We need t–”

“Too late!” Richard interrupted cheerily, dumping his coat and bags on the table and dashing to his room without acknowledging you. 

You weren’t sure whether to be insulted or relieved.

Jason immediately scrambled to his feet, grabbing your hand and dragging you with him as he rushed for the door.

You were about to ask Jason what was going on when Richard burst back into the room and yelled, “I waxed the floors; grab your fluffy socks Jaybird!”

Jason paled and you smothered a chuckle into your free hand. Your boyfriend looked at you with a face of utter betrayal and Richard tackled him in a hug.

“Oh, and it’s nice to meet you [F/n]!” Richard called up to you. “I’m Richard Grayson but please call me Dick.”

“Why?”

“Because he is one!”

“Little Wing!”

“Little Wing? Awwww! Jay, that’s so cute!”

“Fuck you, Grayson.”

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Stories and Casts

Prompt 3: “I’m here for my daily fix of hugs and kisses.”

Prompt 5: “I don’t wanna get up– you’re comfy.”

Prompt 6: “I will always be there protect you.”

A/N: Thanks for sending it in, O! Was very happy to work on this while my writer’s block glares at me ^^

Pairings: None

Warnings: Noone :3

So, the reader is a new, younger (I’m talking, like, nine years old) batsis. I hope you don’t mind!

Enjoy ^^

Jason was sitting on his bed, legs crossed as his back rested on the headboard. His arm was in a cast, which was the only reason he wasn’t at least down in the ‘Cave helping with communications. Alfred banned him from it, and confined him to bedrest for the day.

Whoopee.

He sighed, turning the page to his book as he continued to read Jane Eyre in the comfortable silence and warmth of his room.

The peace didn’t last for long because soon you were bursting into the room, flinging yourself on the bed and on top of Jason, whos arms were now open in surprise.

“Jayyyyy,” you whined, some strands of hair on your face as you looked up at him.

Jason raised an amused brow, lip quirking. “Yes?”

You curled up on him, face going to his shirt and voice muffled as you spoke. “I’m here for m’daily fix of hugs and kisses.”

He chuckled, putting the book down and wrapping his arms around your small frame. “How was your first day of third grade, kiddo? That bad?”

In response you grumbled into Jason’s shirt.

After about a minute, he patted your back. “Alright. Get up. If you want hugs and kisses, you’ll have to go to Dick.”

“I don’t wanna get up; you’re comfy.”

He blinked. “[F/n]. Kid. Get off.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“I’m not a pillow.”

“Now you are.”

He groaned, head dropping back against the wall and you giggled in victory. Jason muttered under his breath as he grabbed the book again and resumed reading.

Another few minutes of silence passed before he heard you mutter something. He paused, looking over the book at you. “Say something?”

You nodded against his chest.

Jason, again amused, asked, “Well, what?”

You repeated it into his chest again.

“Didn’t catch that.”

Lifting your head you glared at him. “Yes y’did.”

He raised a brow. “No, I didn’t.”

You huffed, glancing to his sling-bound and casted-up arm. “M’sorry you got hurt because of me,” you whispered.

“Aw, hey.” Jason gently tilted your chin so that you were looking into his green eyes. “It’s not your fault, okay? Those were some mean guys who would have hurt you. I will always be there to protect you. Got it, kiddo?”

With a small sniffle, you nodded. 

He smirked. “Good. Now can you get off? You’re heavy.”

Jason laughed when you smacked his chest with all your nine-year-old body could muster.

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Turning Pages and Happy Endings at last

A/N: This is another present for @boosyboo9206! GIRL YOU SO DESERVED THAT PROMOTION AND I’M SO HAPPY YOU GOT IT LIKE AHHHHHHHHHHHHH I’M SO HAPPY FOR YOU SIS!! 

Pairings: Fem!Reader x Jason Todd

Warnings: I made myself cry writing this but in a good way.

MUST LISTEN TO THIS SONG!!! PLEASE AND THANK YOU ^^

Enjoy!

Jason licked his lips, hands itching to do something as he ran one through his hair for, maybe, the fifth time already. He heard smothered laugher and shot a glare over at Dick, who stood right by his side with that bright grin of his.

“Calm down, Jay,” he whispered.

No response was offered as Jason tore his gaze off of his brother and looked out at the crowd.

He never thought he’d live long enough to fall in love; never thought he’d get the privilege to meet someone like you. Jason always picked the short straw when it came to life, but it looked like fate had decided to cut him some slack. Not only had he met you, but he’d fallen hopelessly in love with you. This conclusion was drawn after nights spent thinking about you; the way your eyes lit up when you spoke about something you love, the sound of your laughter, the way you smiled just to see him. Hell, he wouldn’t even stop talking about you. Roy often joked that Jason loved you with passion enough to conquer the world.

The thing is, Jason hadn’t been sure if it was a joke anymore.

Now he knew for sure that it wasn’t a joke.

Feeling like he should maybe consider trying to soothe his nerves, Jason took a deep breath and exhaled through his nose. “I just can’t believe it,” he murmurs.

Dick snorted, that goofy grin ever-present. “Believe it, Little Wing. You’re getting your happy ending.”

Jason shook his head at the surrealism of it all, scrubbing a hand down his face.

He still couldn’t believe it.

He’s getting married.

The music changed and all eyes went to the spot Jason’s had been glued to ever since he’d stepped up here. Lian and Mar’i started skipping down the isle, giggling as they beautifully scattered the red, orange and white rose petals along the path.

Everything faded away as Jason watched your father walk out with you on his arm.

You took his breath away and he forgot how to function as a human being.

I’m getting married to her. That’s my bride. Tears began to well up in Jason’s eyes as he watched you walk down the isle, his thoughts revolving around the fact that he’d get to spend the rest of his life with you. The woman who he opened his heart to and who gracefully mended the broken within him.

The rest of my life.

He sniffed and wiped at his eyes unashamedly. He could never be embarrassed of the way you made him feel.

Dick smiled wider and placed a hand on Jason’s shoulder, giving a supporting squeeze.

When people ask him when the best day of his life was? Jason’s immediate answer would be this day.

His heart raced the closer you got to the altar where he stood with Dick, Roy, Tim, Damian, Alfred and Bruce.

The moment you and your father reached the altar, Jason’s heart skipped a beat as he took your hand and your dad passed you off to him. The significance of the gesture squeezed Jason’s heart and another tear slipped down his face as he rubbed your knuckles with a thumb. 

You smiled, tears shining in your own eyes, as you went to stand with Kori, Barbara, Stephanie, Cass, Harper, Mar’i, and Lian.

All that mattered in that moment was you. You had been the only thing that mattered ever since he met you. He was helplessly in love, and he found that he didn’t care. Jason’s heart was yours to do with as you pleased. It didn’t belong to him anymore and he trusted you until his dying breath.

Eventually, the time came for vows and Jason cleared his throat as he recited them by heart.

“You ask me how I feel about you and I can’t tell you the name of the emotion. I can tell you that your name makes my tongue tingle, and your eyes calm me down when your touch sets me alight. I can tell you the names of songs and books. I can give you quotes and write you poems. I can give you my heart on a platter. But I can’t tell you just how much I need you. I can’t tell you just how much I love you.” Jason paused, clearing his throat again and smiling at you as he grabbed your hands in his own before continuing. “You are the love of my life. You’re the half I was missing that makes me whole. I’m begging you to be my wife today, because I know for a fact there are guys out there that are so much better than I am, and I know for a fact that they would all fall as helplessly in love with you as I am. I promise our life together will be filled with laughter and love. I promise to be loyal to you. I promise that no matter how rough things get I’ll never stop loving you. I promise to protect you with every bone in my body. For you? I promise to be the best version of myself.”

You huffed out a laugh, tears spilling from your eyes. “I-I should have gone first,” you say, everyone chuckling. 

Jason didn’t need your vows to be extravagant. He didn’t need your vows to be special. They already were to him because they were being said by you, and that made them the most unique in the world.

When the pastor asked for the rings, Lian excitedly made her way over, giggling with Mar’i as they gave you a ring. Damian stepped forward to hand Jason the other ring, still surprised he’d been given such an important role in the wedding.

The girls immediately went back to where they’d been previously standing, watching on with eyes wide in anticipation as Damian also returned to his spot and paid attention to this part of the ceremony.

The pastor smiled. “Jason Peter Todd-Wayne. Do you take [F/n] [M/n] [L/n] to be your lawfully wedded wife, to love, to cherish, and to hold until the day you die?”

Immediately after the pastor had finished the last syllable of the word ‘die’ Jason answered quickly. “Yes. Definitely.”

Chuckles were heard among the guests and Jason smiled, eyes still watering as they held your [e/c] gaze.

The pastor waited for the chuckles to die down before turning to you and asking, “[F/n] [M/n] [L/n]. Do you take Jason Peter Todd-Wayne to be your lawfully wedded husband to love, to cherish, and to hold until the day you die?”

There was no hesitation in the answer. “I most certainly do,” you responded breathlessly.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife.”

Before he could say “You may now kiss the bride,” Jason had his arms wrapped around you and his mouth on yours in a passionate kiss.

Mar’i giggled, Lian “Eww”ed, and Damian wrinkled his nose a bit as everyone else cheered and laughed.

Jason stood outside, hands in his pockets, as he gazed up at violet sky. He still couldn’t believe that he’d gotten his happy ending; that he’d gotten you.

He heard footsteps that he’d recognize anywhere and turned to see you walking over with your heels in-hand and bare feet walking across the lawn as you made your way over to him.

You smiled grandly at him and his heart skipped a beat again.

“Hey Doll,” he greeted, slipping an arm around your waist once you were close enough.

“Hood,” you replied before pressing your lips to his in a quick kiss.

The two of you then looked back out to the sky, you in Jason’s embrace as you did.

“Jay,” you whispered after a minute or so of silence.

He hummed.

You tried to find words for your request but gave up and right out asked, “Can you sing something for me?”

Surprised, he looked back to you. “What?”

You smiled, blushing slightly. “Sing for me? Please?”

Jason’s face melted into a small smile. “Okay.”

As he thought, you held his stunning green gaze and he held yours.

Soon, he’d decided on a song and licked his lips before starting in a soft, gentle voice.

“This is my love song to you

Let every woman know I’m yours

So you can fall asleep each night, babe.”

While Jason sang he held your gaze in his own, and you both cherished this moment you had, alone.

And you couldn’t help but think about the fact that, now?

Now you had the rest of your lives with each other ahead.

Have a lovely one guys!

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