#tim is least favorite because he's too suspicious

[charlietheepicwriter7]

De-Aged Danny, gesturing to a dazed Bruce inside Wayne Manor: And this is Bruce! Otherwise known as the Himbo! Reporters: Hmm, yes, interesting... Bruce: What the- Danny: I'm not sure what that word means. I heard it from Dick, but no one will give me my answer, not even Jason, who is easily bribed. Bruce: Why are there reporters in my house!? Danny, innocent and childlike: They asked to come inside, Bruce! They seemed like really nice people, so I thought it'd be polite to give them a tour. Bruce, filled with infinite patience: I really wish you had asked me before you did that, chum. Danny: But why? We don't have anything to hide... do we, Bruce?

Or, in order to rise to the Ghost Throne, Danny has to complete a series of trials to prove he is capable of ruling (or any other reason, Danny just needs to do trials to prove himself).

The last trial, issued by Clockwork, is thus: discover the Wayne Family secret in two weeks without the use of any of his powers.

He has one shapeshift to pick a form that could endere him to the Waynes, but only one before he starts and he has to get close to the family by his own wits. Danny, after studying the family and reading of one sentence summary of each Wayne, picks the body of a six-year-old little boy that looked like a child Jason Todd.

Bruce: That child is up to something. Dick, third favorite: I don't know, Bruce; he acts like a normal kid. Jason, #1 favorite: I doubt the old man's ever met a normal kid. Tim, least favorite: Bruce is right, but can you please not talk like the villains from Chicken Run.

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dpxdc #dcxdp #de-aged danny #danny thinks the trials happen in simulations in the GZ #he has no idea they were alternate realities each time #c: danny fenton #c: bruce wayne #c: dick grayson #c: jason todd #jason is favorite since danny is convinced that his “death” has to do with the Secret #and also for being completely 100% ok with throwing down with a child #tim is least favorite because he's too suspicious #damian is second favorite for also being 100% ok with throwing down with a child #dick is tearfully trying to gentle parent jason into being a good big brother #all “you're going to be such a good big brother let me teach you.” #which jason doesn't NEED but is kinda flattered that dick has so much faith in him to be a big bro

[tourettesdog]

DPxDC Prompt where when Jason is resurrected, he does not become fully conscious. He lays in his coffin, at rest while his body slowly absorbs the ambient ectoplasm of Gotham and tries to fix the improper formation of his core.

The rest is not altogether peaceful. He often has nightmares, and has no way of escaping them. The ambient ectoplasm in Gotham is sustaining Jason, but what repairs the ectoplasm is managing are agonizingly slow.

-

Danny has been living in Gotham for awhile, having moved there with Jazz as soon as she turned 18. Gotham has its own host of ghosts, but Danny feels at ease without the constant strain of ghost fights.

That is, until he feels something amiss in the Gotham cemetery.

The cemetery feels wrong, in a way Danny can't place. It reminds him of Amity, how restless it is-- only different. Wrong. He keeps visiting the cemetery, trying to find the source of that feeling. The entire graveyard is saturated with it, and all Danny can do is sit in the graveyard and talk into the quiet. He lets emotions flood from his core, trying to exude an air of calm that might settle whatever restless spirit haunts the grounds.

It works, at least. The sense of restless agitation eases when Danny flares his core, settling into a quiet comfort.

It becomes stronger, too. Danny can feel it coming from a newer section of the graveyard, and he curiously wonders why he's drawn more and more to a single line of headstones.

Wonders why the one on the end seems to stand out, the name Jason Peter Todd burning itself into his dreams.

Wonders why he feels a kinship with this boy's grave, when he can't even see a ghost attached to it or feel any resonance of a core. Nothing stronger than the blob ghosts that haunt the grounds, at least.

Only ever those strange emotions and that restless energy that quiets with the sooth of his own core.

Yet one day when Danny visits the graveyard and flares his core, he's startled when another one answers his.

-

[I originally posted this prompt in the Batpham server and it ended here, but several of us expanded on it and what I’m posting after this are the additions I added in that discussion, some of it edited.] Jason never actually digs out of his grave. When he finally awakens and tries to dig at the coffin he actually slips through it into the soil above. A hand thrusts its way through the soil and pulls him the rest of the way up

Danny is the only one present when Jason comes out of his grave-- when he pulls him free, a ghostly inversion of Robin who he knows to be a halfa. In his confused state, however, Jason does not linger in the cemetery. He runs off, and even though Danny's half ghost and can get around fast, Jason is now too and knows the city well enough that he manages to slip away. He's terrified, confused beyond reason, and hiding.

Jason hangs about the city, and at times he goes up on his favorite gargoyle to think-- and that's the first time Babs sees him. She thinks it's just a mistake-- her own imagination-- because as soon as she looks again, he's gone.

But it keeps happening. Dick swears he sees Jason near the manor grounds when he goes to visit. Alfred swears he sees him in the rear view mirror of the car one day. Tim swears he sees him while heading home one night. Bruce sees him on patrol, long enough for the two to lock eyes, but before Bruce can even open his mouth he's gone. And Danny isn't helping, because he's Looking for Jason still, trying to help, and this suspicious kid keeps turning up in the weirdest places and at a glance he looks like Jason too.

And it fucks with Bruce's head so badly. He can't say anything about it for days, and when he shakily admits it to Alfred the butler tells him he saw the same thing-- and when the others also share this, all of it lining up too perfectly, that's when Bruce approaches the grave and finds it empty.

During this, Jason naturally grows more bold after his initial shock and confusion dies down. He's a bold and smart kid, even if he's confused and afraid. He's just trying to investigate and see how Gotham (and his family) are doing and figure out how he can approach Bruce. He sees Tim and can’t help but feel forgotten and replaced, but without the rage from the pit he's trying to be a bit more level-headed and think things through.

Jason is also learning more about his new physiology, which keeps him distracted and his mind busy. Trying to figure out himself as much as those around him. But some things still haunt him and cannot be so easily ignored.

An encounter with the Joker sets Jason off.

Jason sees the Joker and that rage and hurt builds inside of him and he manages something similar to a wail. It's the most broken sound Danny's ever heard. It's nothing like his wail, it's more like choking and static and more a feeling in the chest than a sound. Jason died from inhaling smoke and didn't have any dying screams. It’s a shattered, raw wall of reverberating emotion that has no justice.

And Danny goes to it-- stumbling, because it's raw enough to punch at his core-- and he just finds the kid he's been looking for knelt on the ground, keening and sobbing his heart out. Danny goes to comfort him, tentatively wrapping an arm around him while they're surrounded by Wreckage (and a clown-shaped dead body).

And when the bats get there they finally get a good look at the specter they've been seeing all around Gotham, and it's absolutely Jason-- with another boy beside him... And the Joker's body, twisted and bloody. But when Bruce gets close, Jason startles, visibly terrified and hurt, and Danny hides them both from view and whisks Jason away to hide him.

Bruce let the Joker live-- and now Jason has killed the man and that horrified expression he caught on Bruce's face won't leave his head. He feels like a monster, destroyed with grief and hurt, and doesn't know what to do.

Danny takes Jason home, and he’s just a fucking Mess. When they get to the apartment Jazz is just about to leave. She was sleeping but the reverberating “wail” woke her and she’s been in a mad dash to grab all of their weapons to storm out and see what the hell has happened.

But right before she can leave, Danny appears with Jason in tow and all of Jazz's questions die on her tongue when she catches sight of the kid. Danny's told her a lot about Jason since he first met him-- and about the cemetery even before then-- and she's been trying to give advice and help out in whatever was she can from a distance. And now, seeing this kid actually here and just the sheer wreck that he is, she can't help but feel fiercely protective of him. She doesn't even know what happened down in the streets, just that Jason's in distress and needs help.

No questions asked, she helps Danny sit him down on the couch, wrap a blanket around him, and make some hot chocolate to try and get him to relax. She certainly has plenty of questions she Wants to ask, but that's not what's important right now. Right now she just has two severely shaken boys that need a safe place and time to calm down.

And even once she knows what happened, Jazz is nothing but supportive. Hell, she's happy to see the Joker is gone, but she doesn't focus on that because it's also not what's important. Instead she just does what she can to make a comfortable space and lets Jason know she's there to listen if he needs to talk.

And at first Jason is hesitant around Jazz-- and alarmed at first that Danny brought him to someone he doesn't know-- but Jazz is so patient and understanding. Jason can't help but relax around her. In a way it hurts, because it reminds him of his own family, but he'd rather have this than nothing, not knowing what reception he'd get back at the manor.

Danny's terrified Batman will want to hunt them both down. He knows this kid used to be Robin, but Jason's own reactions to Batman aren't making Danny feel more secure. If anything, he has a bone to pick with Batman himself now.

And Bruce is just left to reflect on what's happened, knowing that something of his son is still lingering. And he can't stop thinking of that Feeling the wail Jason made left in his chest. He keeps going back to his empty grave, hoping he might find him there. Hoping he might get to apologize to more than just the flowers.

Danny finds Bruce at the grave-- as Bruce, not Batman-- and he puts it together. He thinks he already knew it too, since while he refused to look up Jason Todd's name, it's Too Familiar.

Danny confronting Bruce angrily, expecting the man to rise to his challenge, but all he's met with is just a grieving father who desperately wants to see his son again.

And Bruce recognizes this kid and knows Danny knows where Jason is, but instead of demanding to know where he is he just asks if his son is okay. Because after feeling that wail and seeing what he saw that day, Bruce knows Jason must resent him. He doesn't even know what Jason is anymore, but he knows he's still the kid he loved and he's hurt and Bruce doesn't think he can fix that. He just wants to know if he's okay, and for Danny to tell him that he's sorry. That if Jason ever want to come home, the door will always be open.

Jason is terrified too cause he truly wanted to kill the Joker, but he didn't expect to If he was going to kill him, it would be in a way he could feel with his hands. But the way he did it was in an uncontrollable show of power that he's not sure he could have stopped.

And Danny keeps trying to reassure him that he not only will get a better hold on his powers, but that he's not a monster. That what happened wouldn't repeat itself because the only reason it happened in the first place was because that was the man who Killed Jason and ghosts are emotional beings. It’s still a struggle.

Unfortunately, the Fentons make their way to Gotham. News of what is clearly a ghost killing a person-- villain or not-- is big enough to reach them in Amity. Jazz and Danny were only in Gotham because the parents couldn’t stomach their son being Phantom-- assumed Phantom was overshadowing Danny and turned a moment of trust into one of betrayal. The siblings were trying to lay low, but... well it was Phantom that was seen with the other ghost.

The Fenton parents come to the town with an entire Arsenal and approach the Batman, going on and on about ghosts, how dangerous they are, and in particular how dangerous These ghosts are. They lament about the Death of their own son, and the entire time Bruce is just-- shocked. He wasn't even sure what Jason was, and while the word ghost does seem to fit it still feels like his heart breaking all over again.

And he can't forget how broken Jason seemed, and how protective this Phantom was of his son. He doesn't believe the Fentons, but he does Fear them. He fears what they might do, and that's when he learns about the GIW and that these people are acting Lawfully in telling him, to his face, that they want to hunt down his son.

#dpxdc #dpxdc prompts #dogprompts #ficlets #kinda lol #as always you're welcome to use only sections of a prompt if preferred #feel free to pick out parts you like and don't like

[smittywing]

FicBit: Jason Todd/Tim Drake

A little rough but it'll get cleaned up in beta. BRUNCH.

Previous parts: 1 | 2 | 3

~

Sunday rolled around just as Jason was rolling some human traffickers out of Gotham and he loitered in the garden, trying to get blood out of his shirt before going inside. 

“Hey.”  It was Tim. Jason's chest tightened. 

“Hey,” he said. He glanced over at Tim’s bike and the single helmet and said, “No Cannon Fodder today?”

“I'm not sure he's ready for brunch at the Manor,” Tim admitted. “At least not Sunday brunch.”

“Wnat?” Jason protested in mock horror. “You cannot possibly think I - or the rest of this family - would embarrass you, and your little sidekick, too?”

“You? Never,” Tim deadpanned. “But I’m not putting anything past the rest of them. Is that blood on your shirt?”

Busted. 

Tim pulled his purely decorative scarf (it was 70 degrees for fuck’s sake) over his head.  “Here,” he said.  “This will help with both the blood and the outfit.”

“Fuck you,” Jason said resignedly.  Being dead was not great for a guy’s fashion sense, okay?

Not caring also didn’t help.

He didn’t fight when Tim looped it around his neck but swatted his hands away when Tim tried to arrange it.  “I got it,” he said.  Unfortunately he did not “got it,” and ended up with one end unnecessarily long while the other part was choking him.  It wasn’t his fault that was where the blood was.

“Okay, come on,” Tim interrupted after another few minutes of arrangement.  “Let me.” 

Jason held up both hands in supplication because it was fair to say that leaving him to it would keep them outside forever. Tim’s hands were deft and quick and patted Jason on the chest when he was done. 

“There,” he said. “You’ll do.”

Dick and Barbara were the only others there, sitting across the table and caddy-corner from each other and were both staring at their phones.

“Hey, when did you get here?” Tim asked, angling for the coffee samovar.  

“About twenty minutes ago,” Dick said.

“But not together,” Barbara added.

Yeah, that didn’t sound suspicious at all.  They must be shacking up again.

“Hey Little Wing,” Dick added.  “Glad you could join us.”  He sounded sincere but Dick Grayson had virtually no other setting.  

“Yeah, lost a bet,” Jason said, helping himself to some coffee when Tim gave the samovar some breathing space.  

“Hi Jason,” Barbara said, looking up from her phone.  “It’s good to see you.”  

Before he could respond, someone yelled, “OH MY GOD!  IS THAT JASON TODD?” and he turned just in time to catch Steph coming at him with a hug tackle.  

“Argh.”  She was heavier than she looked, thanks to all those deceptively lean muscles - like Tim, Jason’s brain volunteered helpfully, and it took him a minute to make sure he could grab her without any accidental contact that would get his head knocked off.

“What are you doing here?” she demanded, hopping off him and confiscating his coffee.  She took a sip and made a face.  “The last time you made Sunday brunch was when Alfred pulled a bullet out of you the night before.  We *missed* you!”

“We did, indeed,” Alfred says, coming through the doors from the kitchen with a platter of fruit. “Strawberries are still your favorite, I hope?”

“Ahh,” Jason said because yes, but the room was skewing increasingly chaotic as Bruce and Duke came in through another door. “Yeah?”

“Jason! Good to see you, man!” Duke gave Jason a fist bump and walked off with his second cup of coffee. 

“What the hell?” Jason muttered under his breath.

He gave up on coffee and got himself a cup of Earl Grey. Alfred was putting waffles on the table - waffles! Wasn't there a rule? - the only seat left was between Tim and Blondie. Jason eyed it warily. He wasn't sure what their deal was now that Tim was dating dudes but it would be really obvious to retreat to the end of the table. 

“I'm grateful to have you all here this morning,” Bruce said, unfolding his napkin. “I'm sure Kate and Cass will catch up with us next week. Tim? Maybe you could finally bring - “

Jason felt Tim tense up next to him. Shit. He owed the kid a good turn. 

“Dick and Barbie are back together,” he announced, overriding Cannon Fodder's name. 

“Oh!” Bruce said, glancing between them like he was maybe being pranked. “Are congratula - ?”

“Okay, well,” Dick interrupted. “Jason wants to know why we care more about who he kills than who he fu - “

“Oh shit,” Stephanie breathed beside him. 

Jason reversed his grip on his fork and raised it far enough for Dick to see. 

Tim piped up, [something to turn back on Dick]

~

Jason passed the last piece of silver over to Tim to tuck back in its big fancy box. 

“Thanks,” Tim said automatically and then looked up at Jason.”Thanks for real,” he said softly. “I know you were covering for me.”  

Jason shrugged. “You were covering for me, too. I didn't expect Barbie to go for the jugular.”

Tim laughed, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He looked young and sweet and *happy* and it was a good look on him. “Fortunately, you had a very stylish scarf to protect you.”

“Oh, yeah,” Jason said, pulling it over his head. “Thanks for the loan. Not sure it's my vibe.”

“Not sure anyone besides you still has a vibe,” Tim shot back. 

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” 

“So, um.”  Tim scrubbed a hand over thr back of his neck. “Look, I know Dick was just trying to rile you up but. If you ever want to talk about…whatever? I know a guy who went through that kind of thing recently.”

“Yeah? That guy have any wisdom to impart?” Jason challenged. 

Tim flushed. “Probably not but he might be able to listen.”

Jason really needed people to stop caring about him so damn much. 

“Yeah,” he allowed. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

#batbrats #jason todd #red hood #jason todd/tim drake #red hood/red robin #tim drake #jason todd's potty mouth #fic

[lifeexperience]

WE DON’T TALK ABOUT THAT COMICCON! #2 - Let’s just blow it up and call it a day

Previous - Masterlist (not yet)

Tim was an inch away from committing murder. And it was a big statement if he looked at his really irritating - finally teenager - little - ex-assassin - brother. He knew he was the one who let the brat organize everything… Let him be in control! But… but this was a felony! “What do you mean I can’t drink coffee?”

After a devastating glare Damian finally answered. “Father and Pennyworth both think you are consuming too much caffeinated and sugared beverages so they entrusted me to supervise your water intake. Only water intake.”

That emphasis was a little bit weird to him and maybe aggressive(?). The ‘only’ meant he couldn’t drink anything else. The ‘ONLY’ meant he couldn’t taste anything within a right caffeine level. “You are a demon!”

“Of course.” 

The pride was too shining.

He muttered some more curses under his breath then turned to his little hobbit for directions. “So my absolutely little demon,” he got a real deadly stare now but who cares!? “Where does our journey take us next?” And during their walkthrough if he would be able to acquire an event map so it would be easier to check out where he would be able to potentially get coffee, nobody needed to know. 

Especially his watchguard.

“Tt.” The characteristic reply before the ultimate mission discourse. “I think the best course of action is if we visit the game section first. There we both can enjoy our favorite plays and try out some new software together too.”

Huh?

It’s quite a nice strategy? Like he really thought and logistics it out for him? He was a little bit surprised. “The CheeseViking got a new update, right?” 

Some contribution at least from his side. He could hang out with his little brother for a weekend. He was able to do it without any quarrel. 

Or thinking about his miserable life decisions.

“And Ultimate Mecha Strike V. too.” Yepp, the language of nerds was always a neutral topic between the two. Sometimes they could rope Jay in it too but Dick… The ancient one was a lost cause.

As they got closer to the gaming section he acquired an event flyer (or two for emergency). Without being too suspicious for the brat’s liking he scanned the areas for buffets or some staff room. Because staff rooms always had good access to caffeinated beverages. Their deprived souls needed it just like him.

The best timing could be when Damian would be immersed in the ChesseViking saga so he would be able to sneak away to the closest coffee site. 

But first the gamer section. At least he could try out the newest UMS game.

The countdown has begun.

*

Finally Marinette was able to break away from the artist duo and more importantly from the chaperone duo who promised her parents they will keep away any caffeinated drink from their precious daughter. Despite their precious daughter’s volition, who only could survive that many people (and lack of sleep) on high caffeine.

Oh, it's the gaming section. She almost walked past it.

Hmm.. Maybe she could try out some new software first. She looked down to Tikki who carefully perked at her from the side bag. The little Goddess's disapproving eyes showed how much she believed in her and her - mythical - coffee-free life.

Ugh…

Just for Tikki I will be strong! (… for now.)

With a sigh she lined up to the new UMSV. game. Of course she already tried it out since she was the European Champion for four years straight and the developers let her beta test the whole software half a year before the release. And she ‘surprisingly’ enjoyed it. It had more diversity than any earlier games and the graphics were phenomenal too. 

The only big negative thing was that she couldn’t compete any longer in the UMS tournaments. 

Pity…

The two boys who were playing that moment were also super competitive and would be really exciting to slash them down. The younger one was a little aggressive to her liking but the older one was more sluggish… Maybe he also needed his high caffeine level. She chuckled. And looking at the line in front of her… her system also demanded more caffeine than to play a game of which she already knew every corner.

She was a little bit confused or her thoughts jumped a random way… Surely from the lack of coffee.

She shrugged. All the same. Tikki will be bribed with some american cookies and she will enjoy some coffee without any drama.

Or so she thought.

Just as she would have received the cup - the barista’s hands held the God’s liquid out already - Nathaniel appeared out of nowhere (or from that huge crowd of the con). For some moments the time froze up and they just eyed each other. Nathaniel more of a “what do you think you are doing?” glare and she with an “I’m trying to survive” look. 

Then Marinette grabbed the cup and bolted…

She will not be caught alive.

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@maribat-calendar-events

#timari january 2023 #timari january #timari month #timari #maribat #ml fanfic #2023

[ambling-rambling]

May I just say your fic called “the runaways” is abso-fucking-lutely amazing and I’m OBSESSED (credit to the requester) is there any way I can request similar but maybe spicy slice of runaway life? Kinda just winter soldier learning the world and his new companion with lots of fluf? 👉👈 if your not taking asks please ignore and thank you for your time!!!

Bless up. I'm so glad you loved this and requested 😭😭 fresh freedom Winter is an era I've had on my list to explore so tysm for a perfect requ. 🙌🙌 Hope you love this too! Annnd tbh this may just wind up being a series because I have at least one more "on the run" dynamic to explore. But if anyone has ideas, I'm all ears!

Pairing: winter soldier/Bucky Barnes x reader

CW: just fluffy smut. pet names (baby girl, doll face) some begging.

Part One here

The Runaways (pt 2)

He shouldn't have gone with you. He knew it then and he knows it still, but he couldn't resist, in the throes of post-orgasm bliss. He'd let you draw him off, away from the mission, away from HYDRA. Nothing was as he expected.

Well, some things were. The shitty hotels for one. He'd almost cracked a smile when you described this particular shit hole as "ooky." The word just sounded so ridiculous, whilst simultaneously being so incredibly accurate, that amusement fluttered, foreign in his chest and on his lips.

He hated letting you leave, but you weren't wrong. It had taken HYDRA weeks to send him after you; once they knew he was AWOL, they were going to be on the hunt immediately. So it made sense for him to stay hidden as much as possible, letting you do all of the item acquiring necessary.

You delighted in introducing him to the absolutely ridiculous amounts of food available. The selection was honestly overwhelming, after years of meals that came out of questionable packages, and one disgusting stint where all nutrients came via IV. Still, it brought you so much delight that he ate everything you put in front of him.

You'd showed him some tourist attractions, including a particular exhibit at the Smithsonian, before you'd skipped town. The man with his face felt like a stranger, and so did the name, James Buchanan Barnes. You suggested perhaps it was because people had mostly called him Bucky, and that sounded closer. You'd quickly taken to calling him by the old nickname, although just as quickly, it seemed, "Bucky" was replaced by "babe" and he liked that best of all, because it was yours and yours alone, and he didn't have to wonder if it was "right" or "wrong."

But his uncontested favorite journey of discovery was the absolute endless parade of physical affection. You seemed just as hungry for it as he was, both of you touch starved and desperate after HYDRA 's cruelty. You learned quickly, though, to announce yourself before you touched him. The Soldier's suspicious reflexes were ever present, and a few barely-avoided injuries were enough to drive the lesson home. He hated it, hated that you had to be wary, treat him with kid gloves just to make sure he didn't fucking hurt you. He didn't know much, but he knew on a gut deep, visceral level that it was wrong.

You remained steadfast and unfazed. "It's not your fault, babe," you insisted, while determinedly learning how to navigate the pitfalls. You were plucky, and he began to see just why HYDRA hadn't been able to break you. You clung to the good in the world with your entire being, and exuded it back outward again. You found the good in him, too, even as more memories came crashing in by the day, missions and extractions and sanctions and always blood, so much blood, until he was drowning in it. He wondered if he had ever been good: surely it was outside even HYDRA's capabilities to forge something so atrocious, unless there had been a seed there already that they simply had to nurture.

And yet you never shied away from his touch. If anything, you seemed to revel in it, and he learned quickly that the two of you had only scratched the surface the first time, pressed into the brick wall of that alley.

It was a constant experiment, his hands traveling your body, always with awe and wonder, and no small dose of hesitance. The longer he was away from HYDRA, the less certain he was of himself, lost somewhere between the man he'd been and the weapon that HYDRA had forged. But he knew he didn't want to hurt you, and he didn't trust his own strength. He didn't want to betray the trust you gifted him with every time you let him strip you bare.

He almost ejaculated on the spot, the first time he saw you fully naked. He was fresh out of the shower, which was its own kind of wonder, after decades of filth and ice cold hose downs. He felt like some sort of idiotic, hormone-enraged teenager. You just giggled, flattered and blushing as his eyes raked over every inch of you, lingering on the slopes of your breasts and the valley between your thighs.

In his defense, for all intents and purposes, it was the first time he'd laid eyes on a woman like that. All the accounts indicated that Bucky Barnes had been a ladies' man, but those memories were still almost nonexistent.

His hands skimmed down your sides, almost trembling. He licked his lips as you caught his right hand, guided it to your chest, let him palm a breast while you purred underneath him.

He was gentle, so careful, tracing lines of delicate skin, mostly with his right hand. The feedback from the metal arm just wasn't the same, wasn't as satisfying. Oh, it had its uses, of course it did, but when it came to exploration, he wanted the feel of skin on skin.

Tentatively, he took a nipple between his fingers, rolling it just slightly, eyes jerking to your face when you gasped, pausing to read your expression. It was hard to tell sometimes, the difference between your face creased in pleasure or pain, and he was uncannily uncertain if this was a universal struggle or one unique to him, just another thing HYDRA had ripped from his mind, his ability to interpret facial expressions. He only knew that he never wanted to see your face creased in pain, let alone to be the cause of such a thing.

You learned quickly, and seemed to have an endless amount of patience, coaching him gently, encouraging him along. You nodded. "It's good, baby, " you mumbled, voice heavy with something... Arousal, he decided. It echoed the way you'd sounded when you'd identified the substance pooling between your legs.

Still pinching the soft pert bud between his fingers, Bucky leaned down, capturing your lips, easing back to something he knew. He'd stolen kisses almost constantly, at any opportunity that presented itself, reveling in the taste of you, the tenderness of touch, the eagerness with which you responded.

Now, he felt your body arching under his, and he froze, drawing back from the kiss to look at you.

You laughed gently, and then pouted. "Don't stop, baby," you whined, the particular tone of your voice making his lips twitch. He leaned back in, capturing your lips, wet and hot and sloppy, before he impulsively moved lower, trailing kisses down your jaw and your neck, cataloguing the places that made your breath catch or your fingers tighten in his hair. He worked down your chest, exploring leisurely, and then flicked his eyes up to watch your face as he let his tongue circle a pert nipple, smiling when you moaned because that was a sound he recognized.

Encouraged, he pressed in, closing his lips over the circle of flesh while his tongue continued to tease at the taut tip of the nipple, until you were writhing beneath him. Your hips rutted up against his, still clothed in his boxers, and he inadvertently moaned in response to the friction. You gasped at the vibration against such a sensitive portion of flesh and pulled at his hair.

"C'mon, baby, don't tease me," you pleaded breathlessly, and something about that made his cock twitch within the confines of his underwear. He released your nipple, drawing back to gaze up at you contemplatively. You met his gaze, reading his expression, arching a brow.

"Didja like that, baby?" you asked, with a slight smirk, though he was confident it wasn't the kind of smirk that came with ridicule or cruelty, just your gentle brand of teasing. "Liked hearing me beg?" After a moment of hesitation, he nodded slowly.

You hummed, fingers working through his hair. "Then I guess you better figure out how to make me beg, soldier," you grinned, and he smiled back, though the expression still felt foreign on his face.

It was easier than he expected. Maybe some part of him did remember, at least in terms of muscle memory, even if the specificity of the events that had formed it were still absent.

His right hand glided between your legs, and when he sifted through the valleys of flesh, snaking into your core, he found you already wet.

Aroused.

He rubbed his fingers through the slick, and then drew back, circling the little nub that had made you gasp the first time he'd touched you. Maybe you were even more aroused this time, because he barely brushed against the area before your hips were jerking, chasing the contact.

He hummed softly, enjoying himself, aware of the discomfort of his own arousal, but determined to drag out every ounce of pleasure from this first. He wanted to know everything, wanted to know how to pleasure you as no one else could, wanted to make you...

His?

He faltered a little at the thought. You weren't his to possess but something about the thought felt right.

He continued circling your clit, experimenting with speed and pressure , until you were moaning, and when he finally let a finger slide deeper, he found your arousal had leaked downward, coating your seam, and now his fingers, as he finally pressed one long digit into your center, groaning a little himself as wet heat pressed around his finger.

"That what you wanted, doll face?" he asked, his voice a low rumble. You whined, shaking your head. "No?" he asked, as though he was genuinely baffled, tilting his head to the side, as he let his finger pump lazily in and out, thumb pressed firmly to your clit now. "What do you want then?"

You whimpered, lower lip rolling between your teeth. "Want... Want more. P-please, baby," you whined, hips rocking into the slow thrust of his fingers as he pressed another in beside the first, curling experimentally. "Please, I need to cum so bad," you ground out.

He hummed thoughtfully. "Bet I could make you cum just like this," he mused, and though it wasn't quite a question, you nodded anyway.

"Please, no," you added, breathlessly.

"No?" he asked, his hand stilling, making you gasp out a complaint, almost crying now for want.

"I want... Want you to fuck me. With that big fat cock. Please Bucky, I know you want me," you gasped, and he almost smirked.

"How could you know that, baby girl?" he asked, and in the haze of arousal, it took you a moment to realize he was teasing, not asking an actual question.

You scoffed a little. "Fucking smart ass," you complained, and for the first time, he really did grin, the sight so beautiful you were sure it made your heart stop, and you knew it made your cunt throb and heave with a new dousing of wet arousal.

"Yeah, I think I am," Bucky said, sounding pleased.

You'd been so distracted by his beatific face you hadn't even noticed him stripping out of his underwear, not until he nudged your leg, pressing your limbs apart so he could settle between your thighs.

You whined in breathless anticipation as he teased the tip of his cock against your wet entrance. "That what you want, doll face?" he asked, with a wickedness you hadn't seen before.

You were beyond words now, could only nod, fingers raking desperately down his arms. "Want me to put it in?" Another nod. "Say the magic word, baby girl," he ordered.

It took all you had to muster up that quiet, plaintive "please," but when you finally did, he delivered, sinking into your depths slowly, groaning as your body welcomed him. You whined at his size, drowning in sensation as he sheathed his cock fully.

For a moment, Bucky just lay, gasping, enjoying the moment and drawing it out. He knew once he started to move, he wouldn't last long, although he doubted you would either.

He leaned, letting his lips trail tenderly up your jaw and then down your neck as he let his hips shift, moving slowly at first, but he built quickly to a pace that was near to punishing. Metal fingers closed around your hip, holding you in place as he drove into those silky depths.

He moaned as he spasmed, chasing his high and yours right along with it.

"You wanna cum, baby girl?" he asked.

"Please," you begged, and the sound of your voice, wanting and needy, was damn near enough to send him over the edge. He held on, reaching between your bodies, thumbing your clit roughly. You cried out, arching up into the touch of his hand and the pounding of his hips and shattered, body seizing around him. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, nails digging into flesh, overstimulated as he pounded through a few more thrusts to his own orgasm.

The feel of him throbbing to climax made you groan, his spend a warm and wet coating deep inside and trickling down your thighs and onto the mattress.

Bucky was half limp above you, weight supported on his forearms as he nuzzled his face into your neck, whispering sweet nothings.

"You're so good to me. Beautiful and perfect. Dunno what I'd do without you." He did know, just didn't want to think about it, what he'd be doing right now, if he was still in HYDRA's clutches instead of wrapped up in your tender embrace.

He finally rolled off of you, the chill sending a shiver down your spine. Bucky was peering at the wet stain between your legs, soaking into the sheets.

"Is it always so...messy?" he asked, making you laugh.

"Only when it's good, baby," you answered, sitting up to cradle his cheek and steal a kiss. "Next time we'll lay a towel down first," you said, amused.

By the time things were cleaned up, even Bucky was dragging, and when you fell into the bed, the warmth of his body embracing yours had you asleep almost instantly, and the night was sweet and dreamless and peaceful.

#winter soldier x y/n #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x reader #winter soldier x reader #winter soldier fanfiction #winter soldier #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes smut #bucky fanfic #request #requested

[singswan-springswan]

Oh kriff me up. *contemplates life with great exasperation*

here I am again being brutally assaulted by the brainrot. this time, it's chenford mermaid au of all kriffing things and I'm out of my mind nuts so suffer with me

words: 1088

rating: teen and up

warnings: attempted drowning, mentions of kidnapping

summary: Tim does not get paid enough to play lifeguard. AU where he's living it up under the sea instead of training Lucy n stuff. She still manages to get herself into Situations and he still manages to pull her out of them bless his soul.

read here on ao3| part two | part three | part four | part five

@accidental-spice

The first thing Tim notices about her is the long sleeves. Which is weird, since she’s drowning in a cage at the bottom of the marina. 

He doesn’t know what he’s doing there in the first place. As always, he’s bored out of his mind, and he’d been feeling a bit careless the past few days. Risky. With a hint of daredevil. He told himself he’d clean up a little, pluck through the junk on the muddy seafloor and pull out the dangerous bits—the rotting bits, the rusting bits. There’s plenty to sort through, and plenty of stuff to get hurt on. The boats that moor here belong to flippant people. They’d throw just about anything overboard if they can get away with it. Tim snags his fins on dragnets and scrapped lines at least once every time he passes through. There’re rusty crab traps, soggy shoes, corroded machine parts, and the obligatory scattering of plastic. But today is the first time Tim has seen a person sink all the way to the bottom.

It’s actually quite deep for a marina: around twelve meters at low tide. Tim doesn’t go to the surface much but he knows it looks farther than it is. The sediment suspended in the water makes the depth quite obscure—nothing that bothers him, but the same can’t be said for that woman. 

She drops in around the far bend of the docks. There’s a wall there, obscuring the view from land, but there are still moorings that far out that no one ever uses. The perfect place to shrug something off without looking too suspicious. Everyone knows that, if the concentration of trash is anything to go by. Tim was just on his way over when a boat flashes against the sunlight.

He recognizes it easily. It’s not a craft he sees often, but its crew made a lasting impression when he’d seen them in the past. Brash people. Utter disregard for human decency, among other things; Tim is grateful for the water’s poor visibility as he watches the shape of the hull. They’d probably try to kill him if they knew he was there, regardless of any shock they might feel upon seeing a single part of him.

But it seems someone else beat him out today. His lazy musings are cut short after a half minute. There’s a swell to their voices, scraping and a heavy clatter. Then—of all things—a cage breaks the surface with a splash. It turns on an angle and sinks fast. Tim is still blinking at it, stumped, when he realizes it’s not empty.

The panic arrows through the water, like a sharp flick between his eyes. He can’t help the wince as it hits him. It’s been one of his least favorite things about being what he is. By the time Tim pushes the uncomfortable electricity of her terror from his head, the boat is well off, and the cage has hit the mud.

He’s there in a blink without thinking it might be a bad idea. It might have been a while, but he’s still a trained responder, conditioned to care. He’d call it knee-jerk instinct to consider someone else’s life before his own but he doesn’t have knees anymore so it’s probably stupid to think about.

She’s wearing long sleeves.

She’s a cop, Tim notes with a start. There’s duct tape on her wrists and twisted fabric in her mouth. Only a rookie. A cheap padlock holds the cage door shut. Tim could break it off with the right amount of leverage, no sweat, but he hesitates because she’s facing that way. And if she’s facing that way, and she has a body cam… well. He doesn’t want to end up in a circus aquarium because of one throwaway recording.

He comes up from behind and leans over the top of the cage. She’s thrashing, yanking on her arms as the tape unsticks but—it’s layered too thick—her movement only stirs up the sediment and wastes her air. It’s hard to see with all her moving around. But by some miracle, Tim can’t make out a cam. The clip is empty somehow. Maybe her kidnappers took it before they threw her in here. Smart. Convenient.

She looks like she’s crying. Tim’s always had a hard time telling underwater. Tough for her. She should have known better than to head on those thugs without backup. Where was her TO? 

The woman kicks at the cage side, angry and frustrated and bordering hysterical; Tim can feel it in the way the water sings. He drops to the level of the lock. At this spot in the marina, there’s plenty of stuff he can use to bust it up, none of which would reasonably be safe to handle, but he’s been feeling kind of careless recently. Anyway he can’t just watch this rookie die. Even if he runs the risk of her remembering him. 

Her eyes catch onto his form. She squints. Between the water and the murky cloud of mud poofed up around them, he doubts she can see his form clearly. Humans have horrible eyesight underwater. But whatever she can make out has her twitching, and her panic reaches new heights somehow. Tim frowns against the sparking onslaught. Getting distracted won’t help. 

He jams a rebar and half a crusty wrench into the lock’s loophole, straining until the metal breaks free with a muted snap. The woman’s chest is spasming; she jerks every second or so and her fear spikes. Tim ignores it. He swings the padlock off and tosses it away. It’s only a simple matter to latch the cage open. 

She kicks back, pushing to shove in a far corner but she’s seizing up now, wracked completely by convulsion. It’s a matter of seconds before she inhales. Tim dodges a swift leg and grabs her by the elbow. He can feel her delirium. He hauls her close. It’s a bad idea to snap straight up to the surface; such a sudden change in pressure could kriff up her blood’s chemistry. She’ll have to hold on for the time it’ll take to make the slow ascent.

Tim doesn’t want to project a false sense of security by talking straight to her, but she’s terrified and close to blacking out. Plus a voice underwater might be disarming enough to get her focus back. It’s worth a shot anyway, if there’s a small chance it’ll save him the trouble of resuscitating her. 

“Hold your breath, boot.” He says.

#chenford #the rookie #chenford fic #my writing

[thenightling]

Long live the Pumpkin queen or Sally vs. The Sandman

Okay... Why did no one tell me that the new Nightmare before Christmas novel “Long Live the Pumpkin Queen” is pretty much Sally vs. The Sandman?!

Most of the book is about Sally finding her place as the new Queen of Halloween.  She becomes so overwhelmed by her role that she wanders off and finds a crescent moon door.  This turns out to be the door into... The Dreaming or Dreamtown.  And within there is a large, heavy gate around The Sandman’s domain.  And he dates back to at least Ancient Rome so yeah, it’s Morpheus.   This is Nightmare before Christmas meets The Sandman and no one told me. I feel like I accidentally fell asleep while listening to the audio book I just downloaded and my mind decided to merge my childhood favorite, Nightmare before Christmas, with Neil Gaiman’s The Sandman.

Much like the version of The Sandman from The Real Ghostbusters animated series this version is running amok and putting people to sleep everywhere.  Sally learns who she’s up against from a leprechaun in the Saint Patrick’s Day realm, which I guess he knows about this because he’s from ancient folklore too.

  Oh, yeah, there’s also a giant Dreaming library.  There’s no way in Hell there weren’t any Neil Gaiman influences in here when Shea Ernshaw was writing this.

There’s a very weird surprise reveal that Sally is actually one of the dreamfolk.  She is of The Dreaming.  She has parents there.  She wasn’t actually created by Dr. Finklestein after all. She had been lied to.   But why?  In the original Nightmare before Christmas movie we see Dr. Finklestien bring other creatures to life.  Sally’s replacement and the skeletal deer that pulled Jack’s sleigh.  I’m not going to worry about it.  Something tells me that much like the Maleficent tie-in novels, the Hocus Pocus sequel novel (which has nothing to do with the sequel movie), and the Young Jack Sparrow Pirates of the Caribbean books this will not be considered canon by anyone.    

 But this is why The Sandman’s sand doesn’t work on her.  Because she is of The Dreaming. ...er... “Dreamtown.”   Apparently Dr. Finklestein had known of the ancient other worlds of lore and beliefs and kidnapped Sally at age twelve because he wanted a daughter.

Apparently Dr. Finklestein gave her a forgetting potion so she’d forget her life in the dream realm, including her real parents.  And he unstuffed her original cotton stuffing and replaced it with fall leaves to make it seem she was always his...  Umm... Something tells me Tim Burton and perhaps Henry Selick will not consider this canon.

Oh, yeah, and there’s a dream town butler who is suspiciously like Lucien...

And apparently tea is the preferred beverage in the dream realm so that’s why Sally has a knack for teas and potions.   (Who were her real parents again? Cain and Abel?)

 Apparently this version of The Sandman was the ruler of Dream town but he was cruel and greedy and over worked his subjects and he fed on dreams. (So...  Morpheus before his timeout bubble or Nightmare from Marvel comics?)  He had been over thrown and the wall had been built to keep him out and away from his dreamsand but Sally accidentally set him loose.

 Sally’s parents destroy the grove of doors to other realms to try keep The Sandman from returning from his rampage of putting the multiverse to sleep...  

Sally finds a door in a cemetery to try to get home and thinks the word “Queen” and accidentally ends up in Queen Elizabeth the Second’s office.  This book came out just a few months ago but already this scene is strange and dated but the encounter makes Sally more determined to act as the Pumpkin Queen and save her realm.

 Sally figures out how to put The Sandman, himself, to sleep using a magical tea she brews from Halloween town ingredients and pouring it into the town fountain and Zero (Jack’s ghost dog) helps her by pushing The Sandman in the fountain.  Somehow putting The Sandman to sleep wakes everyone up from their sand induced sleep.

 Okay, this part is kind of funny...  All of Halloween Town and Dream Town try to decide what to do with The Sandman and ultimately decide to just chuck him off a cliff but then he starts to wake up and ...he’s changed. He’s no longer malevolent and psychotic.  He just needed a nap. In all eternity he had never slept before and never had known how it felt to sleep or dream until that moment.

Sally gives The Sandman her recipe for Halloweentown tea so he can experience sleep again if he wants to (I keep imagining it as Bigalow Pumpkin Spice tea even though it’s not).  (All he needed was a nap!  That’s funny and cute).  Dr, Finklestien gets one hundred yeas community service in Dreamtown.   

Sally decides to change her stuffing with autumn leaves and puffed cotton since she is both of Halloween and The Dream realm.  And she gets unlimited access to Dr. Finklestien’s laboratory while he’s serving his community service.   A shame about her first twelve years of life memories being erased and never restored though...

 The Holiday tree grove is magically restored. And the realms have their first UN style meeting.     

This was very surreal.  The idea that Sally wasn’t really Finklestien’s creation is strange to me and hard to get used to but Sally vs. The Sandman is kind of cute.  This does sort of explain that one line where Oogie Boogie called Santa Claus (Sandy Claws) “Sandman”) but supposedly only Dr. Finklestein knew about the crescent moon door that leads to Dreamtown.

#Nightmare before Christmas #The Sandman

[hintofelation99]

Sick day headcannons!!!!!!!

Hell yeah, I do have a post on this already (linked here) but sick day headcanons are some of my favs so let’s do some more! (Just btw there will be some repeats but that just means I rlly like that headcanon)

Dick

Dick: Oh no, god no!

Wally: What’s wrong?!

Dick: I’m dying!

Wally, suspicious: Okay…

Dick: Please Wally this is serious, I need help!

Wally, deciding to take Dick seriously: Okay, what’s wrong? What do you need?

Dick: Just a coffin. Made of maple- no oak! And roses, preferably white, oh or blue! With baby’s breath. And-

Wally: Dick, what’s wrong?!

Dick: I burnt the roof of my mouth.

Wally leaves.

A good rule of thumb for Dick is the more dramatic he is the less serious the situation. The less dramatic he is the more serious the situation.

He will go into work with a cold and complain the entire day.

If he has something serious that’s contagious he’ll call in sick but just say it’s a slight stomach bug.

If it’s not contagious he will act like everything is completely fine.

One time he did this after getting an injury on patrol and ended up passing out and spending that night and the next day in the ICU.

He has become a bit more responsible over the years, mainly bc he thinks it’s adorable how sweet and cuddly Damian gets.

His favorite sick day activity is eating junk food and watching rom coms under a fuzzy blanket .

Babs

Dick: Please go to bed!

Babs: I am, I am, just one more line of code.

Dick: You’ve said that for the last three hours!

Babs tries to relax when sick but she has trouble actually taking a step back to rest.

Most of the time she’ll take a nightquil then get distracted by something and ends up falling asleep in front of her screen.

Usually Cass or Steph will come over and take care of her.

Steph always makes the best comfort food. And usually Cass will tuck Babs into bed.

Babs loves dozing on the couch to the sound of Cass and Steph laughing in the kitchen as they make her soup.

If Cass and Steph can’t come over she loves talking to them over discord while eating take out. Usually she and Cass just listen to Steph babble or she watches on of them stream something.

She also usually ends up falling asleep.

Jason

Bruce: Are you sick?

Jason: I’m legally dead.

Bruce: That doesn’t-

Jason: So,legally, no. I am not sick.

Jason will forever and always argue that he can’t get sick since he already died.

When he was little he was rarely able to get extra rest when he was sick. Because when he was really little he wanted to go to school to avoid Willis. After Catherine died he was too busy just trying to survive to focus on being healthy.

But when Catherine was alive and Willis was away Jason would stay home from school, and if Catherine was sober she would read to him and sing lullabies. This only happened like twice but Jason cherishes those memories of Catherine.

As a kid if he was ever sent home for being sick he’d get in huge trouble with Willis.

After being adopted the first time he was sent home with a fever he begged Alfred not to tell Bruce and hid in his closet until he stopped crying being sad. Alfred sat by the closet door with soup, a grilled cheese, and tea, reading The Princess Bride aloud until Jason came out. It took two hours.

Jason’s favorite sick day activity is drinking tea and rereading The Princess Bride (with the movie playing quietly in the background) while wearing his Wonder Woman hoodie.

Cass

Steph: Cass why are you patrolling while sick?!

Cass shrugs.

Steph, with a sigh: You’re allowed to take a sick day, okay?

Cass looks unsure but nods.

Steph: C’mon, let’s get you a bath and fuzzy blankets.

Cass forgets that she’s not just a weapon/tool. She forgets that she’s allowed to rest when sick.

Because of this she will keep going no matter what and tends to view ‘taking a sick day’ as a failure.

Steph, Tim, and Babs have been working on this with her. She’s improved a lot now that Tim lost his spleen and gets sick easily.

Now usually Steph cooks for her while Babs lays with her.

Cass isn’t against taking medicine but she never feels like the situation is severe enough to require medication. So someone in the fam has to convince her to take her meds.

She becomes extremely cuddly when sick and will cling to anyone near her.

Her favorite sick day activity is watching old horror movies with Steph or Babs.

Steph

Steph: I’m fine.

Steph: I’m fine.

Steph: I’m fine.

Steph: I’m- I have a fever of 104, I should rest.

Stephs mom is a doctor, so she’s used to being told “it’s just a cold, you’re fine”.

Usually she keeps going until she can’t then sleeps for like three days.

But it’s less out of stubbornness and more out of habit. So if someone tells her to rest she’s immediately like “okay!” and takes the sick day.

Babs always calls or comes over to check on her every day that she’s sick.

Cass has been learning how to cook and loves making Steph food when she’s sick.

Tim used to come over but now he always calls.

Stephs favorite sick day activity is sleeping with an ice pack or heating pad, depending on the sickness, with a giant cup of ginger ale and Cass curled up beside her.

Tim

Jason: Tim, are you sick?

Tim, tiredly staring at case files: No I-

Tim is interrupted by a violent coughing fit.

Tim: Oh, I guess I am?

Growing up Tim loved getting sick because it meant the house keeper would come over and take care of him and he might even get a hug.

But she stopped coming over when Tim was ten, his parents thought he was old enough to handle being sick on his own.

Sick days in the manor were a shock to him because he was rarely alone, there was always one family member by his side.

Now that he’s immunocompromised he’s always surrounded by people, he pretends to get annoyed with it but really he loves how much they care.

Dick always sings Romani lullabies and runs his fingers through Tim’s hair. Jason, Duke, and Steph will cook for him. Damian stay by his side and bring him tea. Babs will play video games with him. And Cass does a bit of everything, at least everything other than sing to him.

The family also takes Tim getting sick very seriously so if they here one cough he’s immediately being interrogated and getting his temperature checked.

Tim’s favorite sick day activity is laying under a weighted blanket with a cup of tea and playing video games with Babs, Steph, Duke, and Cass.

Duke

Dick, knocking on Duke’s door: Hey bud, why are you still in bed? I thought we were training together?

Duke: Sorry, I forgot to cancel. I’m sick and don’t think I can handle training today.

Dick: You’re sick?!

Duke: Yeah, but don’t worry I’ve been disinfecting and cleaning so no one else should get sick.

Dick: I’m not worried about getting sick, I’m worried about you!

Duke: …oh, okay.

Growing up sick days were spent at home either resting alone or with one of his parents.

He had to do some fending for himself (like cleaning and making food when his parents weren’t home with him) but nothing extreme or unexpected. So, overall he had pretty normal sick days.

After he parents went missing he was so focused on getting them back and saving them that he never stopped to rest when sick.

Now as a member of the Wayne family his sick days are always spent with someone by his side, at least they are if he tells the family he’s sick.

He’s gotten in trouble several times for not telling Alfred/the family that’s he’s sick. Not because he puts Tim at risk, he like all the family is very cautious about that, but because everyone worries about him and wants to help take care of him.

After several lectures from Alfred he’s finally getting better about telling the family when he’s sick.

His favorite sick day activity is reading Jason’s copy of The Princess Bride while having a bowl of Alfred’s chicken noodle soup.

Damian

Jason: Are you sick?

Damian: N-

Damian sneezes like a kitten.

Damian: No.

Cass, smiling: Sick baby brother, cute sneeze.

Damian tries to be offended but ends up having a sneezing fit.

Steph: That’s so adorable!!

Damian has the most adorable sneezes. He literally sounds like a kitten and the entire family and hero community finds it adorable. Damian hates it.

He used to try and pretend he wasn’t sick and just work through it.

Then he sneezes in front of Harley and Ivy and they cooed over him for an hour.

Now he grumpily secluded himself in his room when sick.

Usually the family will check on him and find that Jon flew over and they’re cuddling on his bed watching cartoons.

When Damian’s sick he really craves spicy food. Like everything he eats he’ll add hot sauce or pepper to. His food is so spicy that only Cass can handle it, like it makes ghost peppers look like child’s play.

His favorite sick day activity is drinking masala chai under one of Tim’s fuzzy blankets while wearing Dick’s old hoodies and surrounding himself with various soft things he stole from his siblings. This is preferably done while eating spicy tomato or lentil soup and watching cartoons with Jon.

#batfam #jason todd #batman #tim drake #dick grayson #red hood #incorrect batfamily quotes #bruce wayne #red robin #nightwing #robin #damian wayne #duke thomas #the signal #stephani brown #barbara gordon #cassandra cain #oracle #batgirl #spoiler #black bat #ask #mypost

[olivia-anderson-fanfic]

Into The Unknown, Part 1

... I have no self-control do not perceive me

Marinette stared at the pile of bright red, yellow, and green clothes on the ground. It was all she’d done in the five-ish minutes since she’d portaled onto the scene. Just… stared.

It wasn’t like there was much else to do, anyways. Red Robin was currently beating the absolute fuck out of the person that had the audacity to disintegrate his brother right in front of him. It wasn’t like she could even fix it because the witch had been out cold before she had been able to pull Red Robin off to get a hit in so she could use her lucky charm.

So, she stared.

It was weird. She could almost feel a person inside the clothes but… maybe that was the residue or the ashes or whatever gets left behind when you zap a person out of existence? She didn’t really want to check, to be honest. Gross.

Eventually, though, she hesitantly leaned down and brushed her hand over it, trying to find the energy and get rid of it because it was really uncomfortable --.

… oh hell no that pile of clothes did not just fucking giggle at her.

She narrowed her eyes and carefully lifted up the bottom of the shirt, only to yelp and fall back. She scrabbled on the gross Gotham alley ground until her back hit Red Robin’s arm and he was forced to pause or risk hitting a meta (which would not have been good for his health).

“What?” He hissed.

She swallowed thickly. “That’s a child.”

“... what?” Red asked, all the anger bleeding from his tone in his confusion.

“We let Batman’s kid turn into a baby,” she whispered… then, it sunk in more. “We let Batman’s kid turn into a baby.”

He straightened on top of the thing that was really more bloody pulp than person at this point. “What do you mean ‘we let Batman’s kid turn into a baby’?”

But she didn’t really get a chance to answer because the baby chose that exact moment to be sick of being suffocated under all the armor and pushed it off.

Red Robin gulped. Because, yep, that was Robin as a baby. Batman was going to kill them.

Except he wasn’t going to kill them. Because Batman doesn't kill. No, Batman would find something even worse and that would suck.

The baby -- Robin? Should she still call him that mentally? -- giggled at their pain. Like an asshole.

They were so fucked.

~

He’d let B’s favorite kid get turned into a baby. Was there a way to get unadopted? Because if there was it was totally going to happen. Or maybe his dad would just cut him off because he was 19 now and could just get kicked out.

No. Nope! Not going to happen. No. He could fix this.

“Okay. Okay okay okay. We need a plan,” he heard himself saying.

Ladybug scoffed. “We? I was barely even here, this is on you.”

“Leave me alone to deal with this and I swear to god I will tell B that you did it.”

She paled. “You wouldn’t. No way.”

“Yes way. So, help me think of something.”

The baby giggled and started crawling over and both of them averted their eyes because, unfortunately, the child did not get baby clothes to go with his random transformation. Baby Damian didn't seem to care as he reached them and started climbing on Ladybug since she was closest. At least it wasn’t him. He did not want to see his adoptive brother’s… ew.

Ladybug made a gagging sound and then quickly summoned a lucky charm. She kept her face turned away as much as her neck would physically allow as she fumbled her way through swaddling the child in a polka-dotted blanket.

And then her shoulders slumped a little. “Great. Great. This is… great,” she muttered, picking up the bundle o’ baby.

He let himself look down now that it was safe.

“Alright, we need to go to another dimension where time moves faster,” Ladybug said after a few seconds. “And then we wait for him to age… fifteen-ish years. Best way to not make Batman notice.”

“... what about us? We also age.”

“Huh…? Oh. Right. You’re human.” She pulled off the glasses she was wearing and blinked a few times before handing it over. “Congrats on your upgrade. The tiny horse god is named Kaalki. She likes cake.”

“The tiny --?” He let out the world’s manliest screech as his eyes landed on the floating bug horse hybrid thing holy shit no no no no no the sci fi movies didn’t prepare him for this shit.

Kaalki looked a little offended but then her eyes landed on the baby and she gasped. “Aw, baby humans are always so cute.”

“Great, Kaalki, you take it,” said Ladybug.

Kaalki did try, to her credit. It just so happened that the approximately one-year-old baby was a lot bigger than the… whatever she was. Tim was refusing to believe that this was a god. Too many implications. He already had something to have a breakdown over, he didn’t need another thing right now, thank you very much.

Tim rested his head in his hands but he had more things to worry about than the blood that he was accidentally streaking through his hair.

“Okay. Okay. We can go to another dimension and try and raise him. Maybe we can make it have a ratio of one month here for every year there so any differences could be blamed on that.”

“Ya!” Said baby Damian. He probably didn’t actually know what was going on but he sure seemed excited so that was cool.

Ladybug sighed and nodded. “Great. You get food and money and clothes and I’ll take this lady to the cops… and I guess I’ll watch the kid until you get back because your dad cannot know.”

They shook on it.

~

This may be the dumbest idea that she’d ever had, and that was saying something. She didn’t know if she could trust Red Robin on this one, they hardly ever worked together. What if he just left her alone with this kid and let her try and figure this out on her own?

No. He wouldn’t do that. He was the last person known to be with Robin. Robin going missing would be bad for him, too. And, besides, she was pretty sure that he was a duty-driven person based on what she’d heard, she just had to hope that he saw this as his duty, too.

She turned the baby in her arms to get more comfortable as she waited for him to (hopefully) come back.

Part of her wanted to try and find someone from this world to reverse this but she didn’t know any outside of her, Adrien, Alix, and (now) Red Robin. Not on a personal level. Not enough that she knew for sure that they wouldn’t blab to Batman about it.

So, no, this is what she was doing.

But she had things to do. So, she pulled out her yoyo-phone-hybrid-thingy and wedged it against her ear.

“Chaton,” she said the moment he picked up. “You’re alone, right?”

“Uh… yeah?”

“Great. I, Ladybug, relinquish the Miracle Box and name Chat Noir the new guardian.”

“WHAT --?!” He didn’t get to finish as a box dropped on his lap and knocked the wind out of him.

“Just for, like, a year and a half. Sorry. Bye!”

“DON’T JUST ‘BYE’ ME WHAT THE --?!”

She hung up and closed the yoyo, hooking it back to her belt and ignoring it when it started buzzing again.

She looked down at Robin, who was squinting up at her. She returned the squint. Why was this baby so quiet? She didn’t get it. Surely, he should have been crying at this point.

“Do you still… remember things?” She asked, hoping against all hope that maybe he had retained his memories at the very least.

Robin smiled at her, but it was the blank-eyed baby smile that meant he wasn’t really understanding her. She bit down a curse.

Great. So, she’d not only gotten a baby but she’d gotten a fucking weird one. Great.

~

Tim left a note for his family saying that he, Damian, and Ladybug were bored and were going dimension hopping. His family would probably be suspicious but, hey, at least it wouldn’t be his problem for a good fifteen years on his end.

And, yeah, he knew this was probably one of his dumber plans but… it wasn’t the dumbest. And he was always one to commit when it came down to it. One time he had faked being shot and dealt with crutches for an entire year just to convince Vicki Vale that he wasn’t Red Robin. He had no fears that he couldn’t see this through.

Ladybug, though? A total mystery. She did nearly everything on a whim as far as he knew. She hopped from city to city fighting crime for absolutely no reason outside of boredom and made up all of her plans on the fly. No, he was a bit concerned about her ability to keep doing it.

So, he went as quickly as he possibly could. There was no rhyme or reason to what he was grabbing. He was just… putting stuff in there. There was money and three watches to help them move between dimensions, yes, but there was also a fanta orange and a copy of Hitchhiker’s Guide To The Galaxy and exactly seven pairs of socks.

… yeah, he had the necessities. Probably.

He nearly got out the door before he realized he was still in his crime-fighting gear and he quickly shucked it all off and tossed it into the tub so the blood wouldn’t track any more than it already had. He did not need to avoid Batman’s wrath only to end up on the receiving end of Alfred’s.

He pulled on the first hoodie and jeans he could grab and looked around to make sure he hadn’t left anything of importance.

Okay. Now he was ready to go.

~

Marinette was awkwardly bouncing the baby when Red Robin finally showed up.

… not that she would have recognized him if she hadn’t felt Kaalki hovering in his pocket. In her eyes, he was just a random white guy wearing shades in the middle of the night.

She glanced up at him and gave him an awkward smile.

“Ready?”

He smiled back and held out two watches. Neither fit baby Robin so she prepared herself to choke out a literal baby holy fuck what even was her life.

“Which dimension should we go to?”

“Preferably one without miraculi,” Marinette said. “I don’t want to know what happens if there’s two of the same god in a dimension.”

He nodded slowly. “Probably best if Batman doesn’t exist, either, he’d probably notice my existence.”

“... so… no heroes at all?”

“Looks like we’re going cold turkey,” Red Robin said in a tone that was probably supposed to be joking but just came out flat.

She pushed herself to her feet and waited as he scrolled through the millions of dimensions.

Finally, he came upon one and she added the coordinates to her and Robin’s watches.

She readied Robin’s watch against his neck and tried to ignore the kid’s sudden squirminess.

“3… 2… 1…”

They were gone in a whirl of blue light.

~~~~~

Next

@nathleigh @peachmuses

#yes i wrote timari parenting dami #for no reason #while in the middle of a completely different fic #but listen #... its cute?? #yeah no i have no excuse #i just wanted to write cute things ;-; #into the unkown #maribat #timari #timmari #timinette #shutterbug #tim drake #red robin #marinette dupain cheng #ladybug

[marjansmarwani]

I don’t feel alive if i’m not in the fight

1.7k || ao3 

TK and Nancy steal the ambulance and Carlos has concerns ---- A 2x14 missing moment

Titled “TK and Nancy do Crime” until a few minutes ago this one is really all about the friendship vibes. 

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“So,” Nancy said as she and TK climbed into her car, “part one is stealing an ambulance, clearly. I’m more curious about part two and this mysterious child care you offered.” 

“It’s not that mysterious,” TK admitted as he pulled out his phone, “it’s Carlos’s day off.” 

Nancy raised an eyebrow, “And you think he’ll be happy to spend it with a pair of 8-year-olds? That’s a bold assumption, Strand.” 

“Carlos loves kids,” TK counters with a roll of his eyes, “and kids love Carlos. It’s a win-win.” 

“No, Carlos loves you and that’s why this is going to work,” Nancy countered and TK grinned, trying to ignore the blush he could feel creeping up his cheeks at the matter-of-fact way Nancy said it. He opened his phone instead of answering, tapping on Carlos’s name on the top of his favorites list. It rang once before he picked up, voice somewhat frantic. 

“TK! Are you okay? This storm…” 

“I’m fine, babe,” TK assured him evenly, “how about you? Everything okay there?” 

“Yeah,” Carlos replied, relief evident in his voice, “everything’s fine. Buttercup and I were just outside surveying the damage. Nothing too bad, by the looks of it.” 

“That’s good,” TK agreed, relieved that nothing serious had happened at his dad’s house. He didn’t think any of them could handle one more loss of a home. “But I do have a favor to ask you.” 

“Why do I get the feeling you’re not on your way home?” Carlos asked, voice suspicious.  

“Because I’m not,” TK admitted. “We were watching the coverage and there are no medical teams out there, Carlos.” 

“But your ambulance is still locked up in the AFD garage, isn’t it?” 

“Yeah,” TK agreed, “Nancy and I are on our way there now.”

Carlos was quiet for a second before he asked a question that sounded like he already knew the answer to, “TK, are you and Nancy about to steal an ambulance?”

“No!” TK retorted defensively, “We’re just borrowing it. We’ll put it back when we’re done. Besides,” he added, “it is our ambulance.” 

“And Captain Vega is on board with this act of larceny?”

“She is, which brings me to the favor,” TK said quickly, “would you mind watching her girls? Everyone else is on shift and Grace just went back to work today so there is nobody else and…” 

“Sure,” Carlos responded, cutting off TK’s rambling. 

“Really?” TK asked, surprised. It wasn’t that he had thought Carlos would say no, he just hadn’t been expecting him to agree so readily. 

“Really,” Carlos confirmed. “I like the girls and it sounds like Tommy could use all the help she can get. Besides,” he added, voice going more serious, “these aren’t exactly normal circumstances.” 

“When are they ever?” TK joked, but it wasn’t as light-hearted as he would have liked. There has been so much happening lately and he would be lying if he said it wasn’t weighing on him. He knew he wasn’t the only one. 

“That’s fair,” Carlos agreed. “But still, I’m happy to help. Just promise me you’ll be careful out there, and try not to get arrested stealing an ambulance. It would be awkward to have to bail my boyfriend out at my own precinct.” 

“Good news then,” TK quipped, “I don’t think the AFD garage is in your jurisdiction.” 

There was quiet for a second before Carlos’s voice sounded again, “You do realize that’s worse, right?” 

TK was saved the trouble of replying as Nancy pulled into the parking lot of the department garage. 

“Gotta go babe, we’re here!” He said instead, pausing for a moment before he hung up the phone, able to sense Carlos’s unease even from here. “And we’ll be careful, I promise.” 

“Can you at least text me when you leave to let me know you did not in fact get arrested?” Carlos asked wearily, “Because if I don’t hear from you in the next half hour I’m going to assume you did.” 

“You’d know anyways,” TK reminded him brightly, “you’d be my one phone call, for sure.” 

“I’m flattered,” Carlos deadpanned, but TK could hear the smile he was trying to hide. “I love you, be careful.” 

“Always am, and I love you too.” 

He ended the call and went to unbuckle his seatbelt when Nancy spoke from the driver’s seat.

“I didn’t think it was possible but you two are just as nauseating when you’re not even in the same room.” 

“You’re just jealous Gillian,” TK fired back with a cheeky grin. “Besides, he agreed to babysit.” 

“That seemed like an awfully long conversation for just that.” 

“He also had some concerns about us stealing an ambulance,” TK admitted, climbing out of Nancy’s car as he spoke, “but I told him it’ll be fine. It’s barely stealing anyways.” 

Nancy shook her head but didn’t argue, choosing instead to follow TK’s lead out of the car and into the garage. He led the way to a side door that swung open easily before they stepped in. The ambulance wasn’t hard to spot, the side with Tim’s name painted on it clearly visible even from the doorway. They both stared at it for a second before Nancy nudged TK. 

“You said you knew where they kept the keys?” she whispered, and he nodded. 

“Yeah,” he replied, matching her volume, “I’ll go grab them. Can you go and start checking the supplies?” 

She nodded and TK grinned at her before slipping off to the side, disappearing around a corner. Nancy headed forwards instead, approaching the ambulance with reverence. After everything that had happened, just seeing the familiar vehicle brought her a small amount of comfort. She opened the back doors when she reached it, climbing in and taking a second to appreciate the familiar sight and feeling before she set about checking the inventory. 

She was so focused on the task at hand that she didn't even notice the sound of approaching footsteps until they stopped in front of the open ambulance doors. Even then she didn’t look up until an unfamiliar voice sounded from outside: “Gillian?” 

She turned sharply, nearly dropping the handful of wrapped syringes she was holding as she looked towards the figure standing outside the door, “Neiman? What are you doing here?” 

“What am I—you’re the one in the back of an ambulance parked in a secure facility, Gillian! What are you doing here?”

“Not stealing our ambulance?” she suggested tentatively. The new arrival — Clark Neiman, who Nancy had worked with during a brief stint at the 121 — groaned and ran a weary hand over his face. 

“I do not get paid enough to deal with this,” he lamented and Nancy nodded sympathetically. He studied her for a second and sighed. “Look,” he began, “I’m sure you have a very good reason to do whatever it is you’re doing, but I’m in charge of the ambulances that come in and out of here. If one were to go missing, I’m the one that has to answer for that.” 

“And I hear you, really,” Nancy agreed. “That’s a tough spot to be in. But have you seen it out there? It’s chaos and there are not enough medics to cover it all. But we have a team ready and willing to get out there, we just need the ambulance.” 

She threw him a hopeful glance, doing her best to look convincing. After a moment he sighed, “At least tell me you weren’t planning on hotwiring it?” 

“No, we’re getting the—” but she was cut off by the sound of quick footsteps and she trailed off with a wince as her partner came into view. 

“I got the keys!” TK’s voice proclaimed as he jogged over, coming to a halt when he saw Nieman by the doors, his triumphant grin falling from his face. 

The three paramedics studied each other for a tense moment before Nieman threw up his hands. “You know what?” he declared, “I didn’t see a thing. And I think the security cameras are on the fritz from all the dust. They might just be down for the rest of the day.” He turned to walk away before pausing and turning to Nancy one more time, “Just try to bring it back in one piece, please?” 

Nancy nodded and gave him a grateful smile, “We’ll do our best. Thanks, Clark, really.” 

He shook his head before turning away again, “Don’t thank me — literally, I mean that. I was never here.” 

With that, he was gone and Nancy was left with just her handful of syringes and TK’s curious gaze on her. She met his questioning eyes with a shrug, “What?” she challenged, “You think you’re the only one with secret knowledge of the department. I’ve been around, I know people.” 

“Uh-huh,” he agreed, still not convinced but she just rolled her eyes. 

“You’ve got the keys, I’ve checked the supplies — are we doing this or what?”

“Not having second thoughts?” TK asked her as she climbed out of the back of the rig. 

“Did you just miss the part where I talked the guy in charge of the ambulances into letting us steal it? I am very much in this, Strand; you’re not getting rid of me that easily. Besides,” she added with a grin as she climbed into the passenger seat, “If we do get arrested I’m pretty sure Carlos would bail me out too.” 

“You think so, huh?” TK asked cheekily as he slid the key into the ignition and started the ambulance. 

“Oh, I know so. He wouldn’t leave me to rot in prison; he knows I am the only thing keeping you from doing reckless stupid shit in the field.”

TK made an indignant sound but she only grinned in response, buckling her seatbelt and looking at him expectantly, “Well what are you waiting for?” she asked, “There are people who need to be saved.” 

“126 to the rescue?” TK asked as he shifted the ambulance into gear and drove towards the exit, leaving the garage and any chance that they had not just stolen AFD property behind. 

“You know it,” Nancy confirmed with a nod and a grin. “Wouldn’t have it any other way.” 

#911 lone star #911 lone star fic #911ls spoilers #nancy gillian #tk strand #my writing #userkimmy #userjilly #userac #usermaximus #userbones #tuserpaige #tuserjamie #jazzyjess #reyesstrand #reyeslonestartag #and probably a bunch of other people I usually tag but I'm tired and my brain's not working I'm sorry

[celerywrites]

The Snack Hoard

Dick Grayson x short trans masc reader

You discover that Dick has a secret snack hoard at the back of a shelf you can't reach.  Dick at home proves to be markedly less suave than Dick as Nightwing.  You kind of love it though.

The reader is described as Dick's boyfriend in this fic. He is also described as short and clumsy.

"Honey?" You call, rummaging through the pantry in search of snacks you know were there yesterday. "Babe? Where are my salt and vinegar chips? You didn't finish them off and forget to tell me, did you?"

When Dick doesn't answer, you head for the living room to see if he's got his headphones on. He does, but he slides them off as soon as you're in the room, looking a little sheepish.

"Did you seriously eat my whole bag of chips?" you ask, narrowing your eyes at him suspiciously.

There's an odd pause before he says, "no," as if he had to think about it for a second.

"You're a terrible liar, you know," you laugh, coming to stand directly in front of him. "Did you eat my chips?"

"No," he says again, this time more quickly. "I didn't eat them."

"Then where did they go? Because as of yesterday I had a family sized bag, and now there's not a single chip in the pantry. If they didn't go in your mouth and stomach, then where are they?"

Dick at least has the common sense to look a little bit sheepish when he mumbles, "The top shelf..."

You fix him with a disbelieving look. "You put my chips on the top shelf of the pantry? The shelf that's taller than you are? The shelf where we put the bread machine and the ice cream maker for storage? That top shelf?"

He nods, standing and gesturing for you to follow him. And you do, because you want to see for yourself if your chips really are up there.

Dick has to stand on his tiptoes to reach behind the ice cream machine, but sure enough there's the wonderful crinkling sound of a chip bag, and even more surprising it's still sealed.

"Why did you put that up there? Do you have more snacks hidden where I can't reach?"

"It's not you," he explains, looking genuinely embarrassed by the whole thing. "I hide your favorite stuff whenever one of my brothers comes over so they won't eat them, and I forgot to pull the chips back down after Jason left last night."

Okay, admittedly, that is a little sweet. Still, you lightly push him out of the way and grab the folding stool so you can see for yourself just what else he's hiding.

"I can pull everything down for you," Dick offers, but you roll your eyes.

"No, no, I'm using the stool," you insist. "I may be short, but I'm still a big strong independent man, and if I find out you've been holding out on me, I will figure out a way to kick your ass, secret identity be damned."

There is an uncomfortable stretch of silence as you stand on the stool and browse his hidden snack stash and he contemplates just how much trouble he's going to be in for what's up there.

"You have been holding out on me!" you accuse finally, turning to glare down at him. It's strange to see him from this angle, and you have to remind yourself not to get distracted by how pretty your boyfriend is. You're supposed to be annoyed right now. "You've got gummy bears, beef jerky, and good chocolate up here! Is this where you hide my birthday presents too? You'd better find a new hiding spot, because I'm gonna start checking up here whenever I get a craving for something to snack on."

You turn your body so that you can cross your arms across your chest, but the movement is enough to unbalance you, and you stumble gracelessly off the stool and into Dick's waiting arms. He's gotten very good at catching you when you inevitably trip over nothing (or in some cases, the parts of his uniform he doesn't put away after a long patrol, although he's gotten better about that).

He smiles at you, with no teasing in it, and you push off of him with a scowl. "This does not absolve you from the crime of hiding good snacks from your boyfriend."

"I wasn't hiding them from you," he insists. "Tim would eat the entire bag of gummy bears in one sitting, Jason goes through beef jerky like crazy, and Damian is very picky when it comes to chocolate. I was going to pull those down for you when you got to craving something sweet or protein-packed or chocolatey, I promise."

You've met his brothers numerous times, and you know his explanation is solid. "Fiiine," you groan, fitting yourself right back into his arms. "I guess you're forgiven."

Dick presses a kiss to the top of your head, beaming that unbearably attractive dimpled grin.

You huff affectionately and take one of his hands. "C'mon, grab whatever you want to eat and we'll go watch something on Netflix and cuddle. I'll even let you have some of my twizzlers."

He thinks for a moment before grabbing both the twizzlers and a movie theater box of milk duds. His sweet tooth is ridiculous, but you've gotten used to his crazy sugar intake by now.

You grab the bag of chips that started this whole mess and lead him to the couch, sitting first and patting your thigh. "Here, lay with your head on my lap. I'll feed you."

The look Dick gives you is hesitant, clearly remembering a previous incident where you'd tried to give him his drink while he lay in your lap. It had gotten everywhere, and the couch was still slightly stained from it.

"Oh come on, that happened one time!" you huff without him even having to voice his concern. "It's not like you haven't spilled a full cup of coffee all over me before. Twice! I'm lucky you drink it iced. You don't have to lay in my lap if you're scared I'll take my revenge, though."

You hand him the remote, mumbling, "Here, pick something for us to watch."

Dick scrolls through the movies looking for something he thinks you'll both like. After a moment he pauses and says your name softly, then adds, "Hey, look at me for a second?"

When you turn your head, he presses a kiss to your lips, sweet and gentle as always. You can't help but smile into it, all your fake outrage from earlier melting away.

"There we go, that's better. Almost went too long without a proper boyfriend kiss! Now we can watch the movie," he says, just a bit smug.

You shake your head, amused, but he just keeps talking.

"So, are you gonna lay on my lap? Or do you want me to lay on yours? Because the way I see it, one of us is going to play with the other's hair. It's just up to you which one of us it is."

"Oh, so now you're not scared to lay in my lap after all?" you laugh, moving the bag of chips to the armrest so he can pillow his head on your thighs.

"Yessss! Okay, let me get comfy, and then you can get your hands in my hair. If I fall asleep, it's a compliment to your skills and not an insult to the movie, I promise. ...just, uh, don't get any chip crumbs in my hair, please. Or salt and vinegar. Ooh, I know! I can feed you so your hands stay clean, how's that? I can definitely manage it without looking away from the screen. Uh, probably, at least. If I miss your mouth, you're obligated to think it's endearing and cute, okay? I just don't want to miss what's going on on the screen."

He just keeps talking as he settles his head onto your lap, even as the movie starts. He's missing important plot details, but once Dick gets going he can't seem to shut up. You'll never admit how cute you think it is.

"I love laying like this. Your lap is ridiculously comfy. Plus I can turn my head and look up at you really easily. Best pillow in the house, right here."

You give him a fond but exasperated look, flicking your eyes from his face to the screen and back. Luckily Dick gets the hint. He makes a face but murmurs, "Fine, fine, I'll hush."

His silence lasts for all of a minute before he grabs a chip for you and lifts it towards your face while he whispers, "Here, take a bite of your--" He cuts off abruptly when the chip does not go in your mouth and instead jams into your cheek, crumbling and getting salt and vinegar crumbs in his hair. He's too busy looking at you with worry to notice. "Shit, sorry, was that your nose? I didn't get your eye, did I? I told you the whole feeding you without looking away from the screen thing was a solid maybe!"

He scrambles off of your lap, the twizzlers and milk duds dumping to the floor from the movement.

"Here, let's-- let me rest my head on your shoulder instead? You can still play with my hair, but you'll have a hand free for eating and I won't accidentally shove food up your nose. Everybody wins!"

Dick gives you a pleading look, which you respond to with a huff of laughter.

"God, I am so sorry. Way to wreck the romantic mood, huh?"

"That's your idea of romantic, Dick? Really?"

"The mood was totally romantic! I was telling you how comfy your lap is and how I love looking at you. That's romance, right? You think you can be more romantic without any lead-up?"

You don't think so, you know so. You roll your eyes and lean in to give Dick a tender kiss. When you pull back he looks almost dazed.

"Oh. Well, yeah, that's-- that's definitely a good start." He leans back in for more kisses, arms wrapping around your neck. When you finally part to catch your breath, the look he gives you is absolutely smitten. "You're such a good kisser. But uh... We're definitely going to need to restart the movie... I'm pretty sure we missed some important plot points."

You tip your head back and laugh, not sure if you're even in the mood to watch the movie anymore or if you're hungry for a different form of entertainment.

#dick grayson x reader #trans masc reader #trans man reader #reader insert

[imaginationjunkie]

Say the word

Jason Todd x Reader

It’s kinda heartwarming

I tried to control my fast breaths, lifting my head from the crook of Jason’s neck to give him a lazy kiss. Deliriousness coursed through our veins, minds hazy from the aftermath bliss of an intimate climax.

Being apart for weeks for his mission and my conference clearly had one gigantic perk- the mad intense I-missed-you-so-fucking-much sex.

It doesn’t matter if it was the first or the thousandth time, the feeling of his body against mine never failed to weaken my limbs to mush and warm my heart, like it’s soup being heated up on a stove.

A smile split my lips as I tried lifting my naked body up from his chest, and failing. The thick, muscular arms that were tightly wrapped around my waist stopped me from doing so. It made me smile wider and lean down to put my lips on Jason’s.

“You know you’re gonna have to stop doing that right?” I murmured, running my fingers through his dark raven locks. A chaste kiss was placed on my cheek by his smirking lips.

“Hmm? Doing what?”

I leaned down so that our bare chests pressed against each other, lips hovering over his. My whisper was naughty as I answered him.

“Why should I? We both seem to like it so very much,” Jason nuzzled his nose against mine with a mischievous smirk.

“Because if by any chance I get preggers before marriage, my parents will chase you to the ends of the earth and decapitate the crap out of you,” I whispered jokingly, but meant every word. “And then after they’re done with you, they’ll feed me to the demons.”

My ever-so-daring boyfriend’s reply was to lowly chuckle and simply kiss my shoulder. 

Affection came naturally to us now, especially since Jason had been touch starved practically since birth. The first few months of our relationship, I had to have a mental debate every time before touching him; how far I should go with the cuddling, to hold his hand or not, put my legs on his body while cuddling or not...

Unlike his brother Dick, who much to Jason’s irritation loved pulling me into a tight hug every time we met, Jason just wasn’t the affectionate type.

After a few months, I understood how badly he needed to be touched- to be loved, to be comforted. When he got the message that it’s okay to hold me as much as he wants, that there’s finally someone he can lose himself in, someone he can love, he found a way to touch me every spare moment we spent together. Kissing my neck, nuzzling his nose, holding my hips, putting his large hand on the small of my back or around my waist, constantly lifting me onto his lap- the list’s never ending.

“I’m serious, a child out of wedlock is beyond just a sinful taboo in my family,” I booped his nose, leaning my forearms on his chest to hold my upper body up.

Jason pretended to be lost in thought for a while before suddenly rolling our bodies over to our sides, the ridges and sinewy muscles of his defined chest flush against my back. He tucked the messy portion of my hair out of the way before kissing from my neck up to the back of my ear. 

“Well since marriage is out of the question, I’ve no option than to not make my pull out game weak,” his tongue darted out to lick my ear teasingly.

Ignoring the pang that hit my heart at his statement about marriage, I turned to swat his chest teasingly. My lips were unable to hold back a grin at his reference to WAP .

“What? You’re the one who keeps dancing to it every morning,” Jason grinned back at me.

“It’s 4 am, we should sleep,” I shook my head at him, turning to face forward again. Jason and my shared bedroom turned dark as he flicked the dim bedside lamp off, making the glow of moonlight our only source of light.

The warmth from having his arms encased around me brought a serene feeling, making me think about how impossible it’d be to live without Jason Todd. 

“I love you,” he murmured against my neck.

My eyes closed shut, senses overwhelmed with the depth of my feelings.

“I love you,” I whispered back.

I had an amazing life- loving and supporting, albeit sometimes overbearing, parents, a great job, a pretty apartment, and a man I’m certain I’d love and be loved by for the rest of my life. For the entirety of my existence, I’ve had the one thing Jason never did- stability. 

But when it’s meant to be, it’ll always be. 

God, fate or whatever higher force is up there looking over us made sure to let our souls find each other. Cherish each other. 

I knew Jason’s views on marriage and children. It was hard enough for him to indulge himself with something as normal as a committed relationship, that too for two and a half years; but it’d actually be impossible for him to be a husband, a father. He didn’t have a basic job in the least, and thus didn’t think tying the knot and being a family man would be suitable for him. 

Ever since I was a little girl, one of the things I’ve wanted greatly was to be married to the man I loved someday. But for Jason I could give it up. I could give up the hopes of having a ring on my finger and a baby on my belly, because he means more to me than anything ever will.

¡ ¡ ¡ ¡ ¡ ¡ ¡ ¡ ¡

*2 months later, New Year’s eve night at the Wayne Manor backyard*

“Damian, those aren’t fireworks, they’re explosives!”

At my alarmed exclaim, Dick quickly snatched the big box from his younger brother’s hands, waddling his finger as if to say ‘no no’.

“They’re fireworks,”  Jason assured from behind. “The kid and I labelled it explosives so Dick doesn’t steal it,”

Dick’s face scrunched up in confusion, “”Why would I steal your fireworks? I’ve better things to do for fu-”

“Miss, the barbecue is ready. Would you like to add the last bit of sauce on top?” The always-polite and everyone’s favorite Alfred smartly interrupted Dick from saying the curse word.

Every time I practically forced my boyfriend, his brothers and father into having a family night, Alfred let me help with the food; and since I suck beyond words at cooking, he always gave me the easy tasks to do.

Now if you’re thinking that prevented me from considering myself as the world’s second Martha Stewart, you’re wrong.

I clapped my hands together in delight, “I’d love to!”

“No she wouldn’t,” Jason, Dick and Tim said at the same time.

I turned to them, perplexed at their concurrent interference. 

Taking note of the unusual shiftiness in the boys’ stances, I raised a brow- “And why is that?”

Out of the three suspicious-looking brothers, Dick replied- “Because there’s only 20 minutes till midnight and you have to help us set the fireworks off!”

Now both my eyebrows rose, and I crossed my arms against my chest.

“So you’re telling me,” I said in slow amusement, dragging the words sarcastically. “That three of the strongest night vigilantes of Gotham, one being a violent nutcase once,” a look was thrown in Jason’s direction, “Needs an ordinary girl to set off fireworks?”

This time Tim responded, “Well you see, we’ve never set them off. None of us has ever had the chance to have a normal new years with fireworks and a countdown,”

“Really?” I deadpanned, voice turning into a shrill by the end of the question, “So have I been planning and working my ass off every new year’s for the past three years to make robots happy?”

Tim realized his mistake, sheepishly rubbing the back of his head before trying to redeem himself. “But we’ve never had a family new years, y’know, with the barbecue and fireworks,”

“Also, you’re nowhere near ordinary,” Jason added in a low voice as he came to stand behind me and kissed my temple. I rolled my eyes at the cheesiness, wrapping an arm around the middle of both the boys’ backs.

Right then Damian piped in, surprising everyone. “Plus you’re not a girl, you’re a woman,” he emphasized on the last word, making Jason scoff with a smirk and everyone else laugh.

It didn’t take long for me to grow on Damian, making him accept and like me. From what I heard from his brothers and Alfred, he didn’t like most people and never went easy on newcomers. I was especially concerned about getting Jason’s family to like me, since he didn’t have much of a good relationship with them and I wanted to change that. In the end everyone ended up accepting me; and gradually even treating me as one of their own. Dick and I were practically best friends.

Despite what he used to say, I knew Jason loved them all like they were his own blood; so I knew that it meant a great deal to him to rekindle his relationships with them.

Bruce Wayne’s voice spoke for the first time that evening, “Good evening, my apologies for the delay,”

An awkward silence took over our so-far cozy night. All of the boys looked other directions, not acknowledging their dad who never bothered to show up to any family days on time. I tried my best to knit the boys together, help them get close and create a bond; and saying that I succeeded wouldn’t be a lie. But the fact that Bruce couldn’t even take one day off from his billionaire/ vigilante duties sort of upset me every time.

Jason scoffed, his mouth opening to say something undoubtedly snarky to his father. But before he had the chance to I stepped on his shoe and gripped his hand tightly, silencing him.

“It’s okay Bruce, at least you made it,” I smiled.

The excruciatingly tense atmosphere was cracked by Dick, “I still need help with the fireworks, anyone up for it?”

“I’ll come!” I was quick to squeak and walk towards him.

“Me too,” Damian grumbled, following me.

Tim was the last one. “Yeah, me as well.”

“Great, so you guys do the fireworks and Jaybird and I will be right back!” Dick clapped his hands together in perky delight, pushing Jason’s back forward as they walked into the manor. From the distance, I saw Jason shrug Dick’s hand off before glaring at him. Again, confusion filled me at their strange behavior tonight.

“What was that about?” I asked Tim.

He smiled, “Nothing, probably just vigilante stuff.”

As the minutes passed by, the new year came nearer and nearer. The three of us successfully managed to set off the first batch of fireworks, looking up at the sky and laughing freely. Even Bruce had a small smile as he took a sip of his drink, looking up and the lit up sky with a hand in his pocket.

When it was about 10 minutes to the clock ticking 12:00 am, worry started to cloud the excitement I was feeling; but Tim and Damian were quick to distract it.

“Now can we do the grand purple one?” Damian gave me a rare pleading look.

“Yeah we can, but where’re Jason and Dick? They’re gonna miss new year’s,” I voiced my concern. 

Right then, my phone started ringing. 

Incoming video call from mom.

I answered, knowing that my parents were calling to say Happy New Year like they did every year. What rendered me surprised after receiving the call was that almost my entire family was on the frame of my mom’ video- two of my aunts, uncles and all the cousins I’m close to. Which are a lot.

I’m a family person, if you couldn’t tell already.

“Hi baby!” My mom grinned.

I grinned back, glee taking over the initial confusion.“Hey y’all! Are you having a New Years party without me?”

One of my younger cousins replied, “Sort of, now show us!”

My brows furrowed, “Show you what?”

A string of ‘oh shit’s sounded from mom’s side, further increasing my confusion.

Out of the blue, Dick intervened from behind me, “The fireworks of course!”

A sudden bang! took us all by surprise, and I looked up to see the huge purple fireworks lighting the dark canvas of the sky up. A wide grin split my lips, along with all the other boys as they whooped at the different shades of purple. It happened to be my favorite color. 

I felt the familiar warmth of Jason’s body against my back before hearing or seeing him. The digital clock on the top corner of my phone read 11:55 pm. Not being able to contain my excitement, I subconsciously shoved my phone to Tim, who was beside me, while my family was still on video. I raised a hand to point at the sky.

“Jay look, it’s all so purple!”

And then something happened. Something I wouldn’t even dream of imagining.

Jason’s larger hand rose to the level of mine, which was still pointing up at the sky. He spread my fingers out so that my hand was displayed open. I turned to look at my boyfriend, not quite understanding his intentions.

His eyes were trained on mine, a golden and purple reflection from the fireworks and balcony lights visible on the glossy blue orbs. 

Our eyes stayed on each other’s as I felt something cold graze the top of my ring finger.

In the background I heard Dick harshly whisper, “Tim, the song!”

I wasn’t dumb. I knew what my boyfriend was holding on top of that finger.

Jason’s lips were an inch away from my ear as he spoke clearly, not a hint of hesitation in his voice, “Just say the word, and I’ll put a ring on you.” 

I couldn’t even look at it as I tried to get over the giant bucket of emotions that was thrown over me. Shock, flabbergast, sheer happiness, disbelief, excitement, a rush of adrenaline. My heart threatened to beat the crap out of my chest.

“Jason,” I whispered, my eyes fluttering shut as he put his chin on my shoulder, inches from mine. “What. Are. You. Doing??”

He bit his lip, smiling before cryptically answering. “I love you.”

“I thought you didn’t want to get married?” I questioned again. “Do you think I’m pregnant? Are you doing this cause-?” my voice was breathy.

Jason smirked, his unoccupied arm going round me from behind to rest on the other side of my waist. “No baby, I don’t. The twenty something negative pregnancy sticks on the bathroom trash sort of made it clear that you aren’t pregnant.”

I couldn’t hold back my own grin from his teasing. For the first time, I turned my head to look at our hands. The sky was phenomenal in the background of them, a swirl of blue, red and purple as Damian and Dick continued setting the fireworks off. Tim was holding my phone up to where Jason and I were standing, undoubtedly showing the scene to my family. Now I knew why they were all gathered together to call me.

“You asked my parents?”

Jay rubbed his nose on my cheek, his smart-assery coming to action as he quoted my words from that night two months ago- “Of course, wouldn’t wanna be chased to the end of the earth and be decapitated the crap out of now, would I?”

The boys all had blinding bright and hopeful grins on their faces; even Damian! Alfred’s expression could only be described with one adjective- delight, and Bruce had an odd smile as he saw the straight-out-of-a-movie scene unfold.

I turned my head to the side to look at Jason again, grin faltering to a small smile.

This time nervousness coated his expression and words as he asked once again, “Will you marry me?“

I heard my mom speak through the phone, “Oh come on, stop torturing the poor boy! Answer already!“

Taking a deep breath, I leaned my head even closer to Jason’s. His blue eyes pierced into mine with their intensity, and my lips touched his as I said the word softly. 

“Yes.”

#Jason Todd #jason todd x reader #red hood #red hood x reader #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x you #dc multiverse #jason todd fluff #jason todd sweet #Tim Drake #damian wayne #dick grayson #bruce wayne #batfam #batfamily #batfamily x reader #batfamily x you #robin #robin hood #love #sweet #new years #engagement #fiance #fluff

[robinofgothamcity]

♡ starting prompt: based off a tweet i saw that said ‘we always kinda shipped them together. he kept scoffing that he didn’t like her and yet he always look at her first when someone made a joke to see if she was laughing too’.  

♡ pairing: walter hahn (WWE / NXT) x fem reader

♡ lyric inspiration: “come with me and you’ll be in a world of pure imagination. take a look and you’ll see into your imagination. i’ll be begin with a spin....”

♡ note: not checked for grammar or spelling mistakes

"who’s that?” Walter asked his blond friend. Marcel looked up to see you, headphones in and blaring music so loud that everyone was able to hear. “oh, that’s ( your name ). she’s Timothy’s-,” before he could finish the sentence, Timothy came up to you and gave you a quick hug, “that’s his manager. she also works in the front office,” he continued. 

Walter’s eyebrows went down in confusion. never in the time that they were together in RingKampf had he ever took interest in having a manager and from the looks of it, you were the exact opposite of Tim. from afar, you were bubbly, excitable, and cute. 

Tim was nothing of the sort. polar opposites one might say. 

you were sitting in your seat as Tim was eating lunch. dancing to whatever you were listening, Walter couldn’t help but laugh at your antics. he knew Tim like the back of his hand so the decision to make you his manager was either his doing or something that was out of his hand. 

“she’s....interesting,” he said under his breath, making Marcel look at him for a moment, “any particular reason why you’re so interested in her? she’s been his manager for a while now,” Marcel put in. Walter shook his head, deciding not to respond. 

you were Tim, watching as he scarfed down his dinner while you finished up a few papers that needed to get done for next weeks taping. you were supposed to be dressed and ready to go by six but because of Tim’s new storyline with the boys from Imperium, you had to figure out a few things before the match. 

Timothy was a bit hard headed at first, stating that he didn’t need a manager but after a while, he got used to having you around. you were almost like a pest that he cared about like a sister. 

“hey, your friends are over there! why don’t you say hi!” you exclaimed, seeing Walter, Fabian, and Marcel in a corner, speaking to each other, “no. we’re not supposed to be speaking with each other,” was all he said before continuing to eat. 

you huffed before scooting out of your chair, “well, I’m going to say hello. since we’re going to be working with each other, I guess it’s only right to get formalities out of the way,” you stated, making Tim’s eyes go wide in panic. 

he instantly tried to get you to come back but by the time he tried to reach for you to come back, you were already prancing over to them. 

“hi!” you exclaimed happily. Fabian, the friendliest of the bunch gave you a smile, “i’m ( your name )! Tim’s manager. it’s nice to meet all of you!” you introduced yourself, giving them your hand to shake. 

Fabian introduced himself, giving you a hug instead. Marcel on the other hand just took the handshake and murmured his name to you. Walter remained looking at you, not bothering to say anything outside of giving you a simple head nod. 

to the untrained eye, like yourself and others, Walter’s reaction was a given. he was never a man of many words yet to the boys and Tim, they could see that Walter was holding himself back. almost like he wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words. 

you giving Walter a smile, one that would’ve made anyone fall for you but he just turned his head to another direction and started to speak to Marcel in German. you gave Fabian a confused look, wondering why he didn’t tell you much but you felt a hand clasp onto your shoulder a second after. 

“evening boys,” Tim’s voice spoke from behind you. you gave him another look, wondering why he went back on his word from earlier, “they’re looking for you in makeup and they’re pissed,” he whispered into your ear.

your eyes widened, realizing you were beyond late to get your makeup done. you gave them a quick goodbye, shoving your work into Tim’s hands and screaming at him to put it into your office before basically darting off to the makeup station. 

Tim, Fabian, Marcel, and now Alex who had shown up looked at Walter with suspecting eyes. no one said a word but Tim could sense Walter had taken an infatuation with you. 

+

a few weeks passed since your encounter with Walter and the rest of Imperium. since you were working 'against’ them now, outside of the ring, you got a bit close to Marcel and Alex. they would invite you to sit next to them when Tim wasn’t with you. 

you tried to get closer with Walter but he always closed you off. he would say absolutely nothing to you and when had too, it wasn’t anything besides a few words. at first you thought that maybe you just annoyed him to the point where he didn’t like you but eventually, Tim told you that he was just that way with anyone that didn’t know him. 

“good morning to my favorite Germans!” you said, running up to Marcel and Alex, engulfing them into a forced hug. they stood stiff, basically embracing the forced hug, “and Walter!” you added on, giving him a brief wave. 

“where’s your boyfriend?” Alex asked, looking around. you fluttered your eyebrows in confusion, “boyfriend? wanna tell me who that is?” you asked. Marcel gave you a hearty laugh, “Tim. he’s asking for Timothy,” he stated. 

you let out a laugh, louder than you intended as you sat down next to Walter and Alex, “Tim? my boyfriend? that’s like saying it’s gonna snow in Florida. never going to happen,” you joked, trying to calm down your giggles. “very defensive about it, aren’t ya?” Alex added on. 

“people love the idea that we’re secretly together but Timothy is like an annoying brother. I love him but I wanna kick his ass 90% of the time. the other 10 is caring that he doesn’t get killed by you guys.” 

before you could continue, you heard a producer call your name, telling you that you were needed to clear up a few things for Hunter. you told them goodbye and went over to the producer. 

“so she’s single, huh?” Alex said, tapping his chin. Marcel looked at him, “why do you care?” he asked. Alex shrugged, “now that we know maybe this idiot will ask her out,” he mentioned. 

Marcel let out a laugh as Walter stared at him annoyed, “yeah right. he actually has to make conversation first and he can’t even do that with her. I’ve been hearing a few people have been interested in asking her out. not that she knows or anything,” Marcel said quietly. 

he actually had no idea if anyone was interested in you or not. personally, he could have cared less but he knew his best friend better than anyone else. Walter liked you, he was just too much of a chicken shit to actually admit to it. 

“who?” Walter asked almost immediately. Marcel closed the circle in, “for starters, in the NXT roster is Jordan Devlin and Sami Zayn from Smackdown has been rumored to have gotten her number,” Marcel lied. Alex perked at the names, “and how did you find out?” he asked, a bit suspicious that he knew. 

Marcel shrugged, not bothering to say anything for a moment, “oh, just heard a few of the girls talking yesterday while I was working out,” Walter stared at the table, his mind racing with thoughts. he never knew others actually had taken an interest in you, not that it was wrong to do as such but he was taken back that it was more than one person. 

“what has you so quiet all of a sudden?” Walter shook his head, not responding as he got up, taking his jacket with him and leaving the table. “I wonder what his problem is,” Alex murmured. Marcel laughed, “he’s finally going to grow a pair and ask her out,” Marcel stated. 

-

you were working in your office, sorting through a few different files you needed for a storyline in the women’s division. it was already late into the night as you filed the sheets away and started to get your things ready to leave.

“of course this week had to be my busiest week, now I have to call an Uber home,” you groaned. you had put your car in the shop because of a few issues it had and it wasn’t expected to get finished until at least Monday, “god damn it Tim, you just had to leave,” you huffed. 

just as you pulled your phone out, you saw Walter walking out of the locker room, “hey Walter! what are you doing here so late?” you asked, trying not to make it awkward, “I stayed working out late,” he said. 

you nodded, “ah, don’t overwork yourself now,” you mentioned, “but give me a second? I need to call an Uber home. my car is stuck at the mechanics until Monday and Tim already left,” Walter’s eyes widened, realizing this was his chance. 

“I have a car, I can take you home?” he asked, trying not to come off as intimidating. you perked up in relief, “really? that would be so amazing!” you said happily. he grabbed his keys and jiggled them, “my cars on the other side of the building,” he said.

you followed behind, trying to make conversation and interestingly enough, he was actually responding to you like a normal person would. not those snippets of conversations he would say around the others. 

the entire ride home, you were trying to crack jokes, seemingly trying to make him laugh which ended in you making an idiot out of yourself and making him laugh that way instead. Walter had never realized he actually liked you as much as the others would joke he did but now that it was just the two of you, he could sense the feelings were there. 

the ride to your house was a bit on the shorter side. you lived in a small two bedroom house, closer to Full-Sail than he thought. just as he put the car into park to let you get out, you turned around and gave him a smile, making Walter glad that it dark outside and you weren’t able to see his sudden red face. 

“I know this is weird but would you like to come in? I have food I made for myself this morning after I came from work and I’m sure there’s enough for you.” 

Walter sighed in relief. 

“I would love too.” 

#wwe #wwe imagine #wwe x reader #nxt #nxt uk #nxt imagine #wrestling #wrestling imagine #walter #walter hahn #walter hahn imagine #walter x reader #nxt uk imagine #imperium #marcel barthel #timothy thatcher #fabian aichner #alexander wolfe

[mochegato]

Will you Fake Date Me?

A bit of fun for the Jasonette July Fake Dating prompt.  I think this was the first fic I actually completed.

 “Explain this to me again,” Marinette said with slight exasperation as she stirred her coffee. She watched her friend, one of her best friends, run a hand through his hair looking slightly desperate and anxious. The fact that messing up his hair like that just made him even more attractive was utterly not fair.  Wait, she was supposed to be annoyed not turned on. Stop Marinette, focus!

Jason sighed staring down at the coffee in front of him, “I need you to pretend to be my girlfriend for the upcoming Wayne gala.  Bruce is forcing me go and I need some protection.”

“You need my protection?” she asked eyeing him suspiciously.  He nodded, still looking intently at his coffee. “From?”

“Bruce, Alfred, attention seeking harpies looking for a meal ticket,” he listed off gruffly, “Dick.”

“Dick?” She raised a skeptical eyebrow.

“Dick,” he nodded.  “He is positive I need to find a significant other. But, see, here’s the genius of the plan, if I have one already, he’ll stop trying to set me up with every single, roughly our age, mildly-attractive-in-Dick’s-eyes person he sees.”

“Just to be clear, you think pretending you have a girlfriend that Dick didn’t know about will get Dick to pester you less,” she deadpanned.  “I’m still looking for the genius part of this plan.”

Jason opened his mouth then closed it quickly.  She wasn’t wrong, but that wasn’t the point.  Stupid logic. “Come on, don’t make me go to this thing alone.  It’s going to be miserable and boring and annoying and it would be at least tolerable if you were there with me.”

“Wow you are selling it so well.  When you put it that way, how could I resist such an amazing offer?” she scoffed and rolled her eyes taking a sip of her coffee.  “Also, ‘tolerable’?  When did you turn into Damian?”

This wasn’t working.  He needed a different tactic, one he knew worked on her every time, “Please?” he begged asked in a very manly way, giving her the biggest puppy dog eyes he could manage.  

Marinette looked at the puppy dog eyes warily.  She could already feel herself giving in.  Damn beautiful, gorgeous, big blue eyes she could get lost in.  He knew she couldn’t resist his eyes.  She needed to think of something quick or she was going to lose her dignity and pretend to date someone she really did want to date and she was not some fucking fanfic trope, even if it was one of her favorites. One of Jason’s favorites, too, if she remembered correctly.  Even if it would be fun to “have to” spend even more time together, close together, touching and making out endlessly in order to sell the story.  

Wait, she had a point… Right! She was not going to let her real life succumb to her and Jason’s favorite trope…

Jason’s favorite... trope

What. The. Fuck.  That scruffy-looking, fic-loving, nerd-rat!  He was playing her… but only if he liked her.  So… he liked her?  What!?  When did that start!?  Why weren’t they already dating!?  He was sitting there playing games instead of kissing her!  Bastard.  He needed to stop playing games and act.  They could be kissing right now!!

Okay, so maybe he hadn’t asked directly because he was afraid of how she would react.  He wanted to keep their friendship and his dignity intact no matter what.  Aww, that was so adorable.  Still a nerd-rat, but an adorable one.  It was going to take tact and finesse to help keep the fine balance Jason was walking.

“Jason, if you want to ask me out, ask me, you coward.”  Finesse.  To be fair to her efforts... screw the balance.

Jason stared at her mouth agape.  Shit. This was not how this conversation was supposed to go.  She was supposed to agree to go with him to the gala.  He was supposed to show up wearing a dashing tux that would make her blush deep red and render her speechless.  She was supposed to wear a beautiful dress that took his breath away and made his jaw drop, so any dress really, or anything… or nothing.  No wait.  That wasn’t a fantasy he had time to indulge in right now.  If he started down that road…. What was he thinking about before? Oh right.  “What?” He gurgled out.  Eloquent. He knew words.

“We’ve both read enough fake dating fics to know how you think this ends.” She looked at him with narrowed eyes.

Jason considered his options for response and still keep his self-respect.  He was Red Hood.  He took down mob bosses, hell he was one for a long time.  He could handle this little soft-hearted pixie.  Surely.  

His knee-jerk response to any situation was his patented emotional detachment.  He didn’t care, not about this not about her.  But that wouldn’t work with Marinette, especially if he wanted to get a date out of this.  She knew he cared.  Maybe she didn’t know how much he loved CARED! cared about her, but she knew the detachment was a mask.  She’d certainly called him out on it enough.

He could play dumb.  He was good at that.  Damian always leapt at the chance to believe he was an idiot. Mari knew him better though and always trusted his insights into any situation because she trusted that he knew what he was talking about.  She knew he was smarter than he liked people to think.  She treated him like he was brilliant.  Even if it wasn’t the same way Tim or Barbara were, he still had as much to contribute, as much value.  She completely trusted him, even when she shouldn’t, giving him those eyes that melted him into a puddle.  So that was out.

He could try to play her, a corollary of the Play Dumb approach, playing off of her weaknesses; her refusal to back down from a challenge, her anxiety, her willingness to believe the best in everyone, her need to help everyone around her, her soft heart, her creativity, her kindness, her intelligence, her wit, her bravery, her beauty, her… wait… what was… WEAKNESSES!  Right.  He’d already used his puppy dog eyes though.  He could pull them out again and it might work, but...  Fuck it.  The direct approach then.  Just be straight forward with her, sincere.

“What are you talking about?” Sincerity is vastly overrated.

She stared at him, mouth set in a thin line.  He was still playing games.  Fine. He wanted to play games?  She could play, too.  And just like every game she played with him, she would destroy him.

“I don't know... I’m thinking about becoming a roommate with Roy and…” she gasped placing her hands on her cheeks, eyes and mouth wide open in shock. “…there might only be one bed,”

“The fuck you are,” Jason growled out under his breath before he could stop himself.  He noticed the victorious grin and light blush that appeared on Marinette’s face at his outburst before she schooled her face again.  He narrowed her eyes back at her.  She was playing with him.  She wasn’t walking away and she wasn’t saying ‘no’.  That meant… she was interested too, right?  She was interested and flirting with him.  A small smirk spread across his face before he schooled his expression as well.  Flirting he could do. “You better be careful or you might make me into an enemy, then when I get hurt I’ll have to come to you for comfort.”

Marinette drew in a breath “enemies to lovers, 10,000 word slow burn” she whispered in mock scandal nodding her head.

He chuckled at her and looked back into her eyes, “you didn’t say no, you know”.

“No” she said leaning back.

He stared at her for a second, his heart stumbling.  Had he read this wrong?

“I will not fake date you.  If you want a date, you can ask for one.”  

She started to get up but Jason grabbed her hand gently “Will you go on a date with me, secret princess Marinette?”  He said looking at her with soft eyes, smiling at her as a shy smile spread across her face.

“Yes, of course I will. I could never deny my soulmate.” She smiled wider.  “But…” She paused hesitantly.  

“But?” He asked nerves suddenly surfacing.

“But, where will we go? We’re already in a coffee shop…” she threw him a devastatingly wicked smile.

He groaned.  This was his life now.  He was never going to live this down.  

 Bonus:

“Come on, let’s get out of here.” He held her hand as they walked out of the coffee shop, reveling in finally being able to touch her for more than a few seconds at a time.  He could feel her warm skin whenever he wanted.

“One thing though,” she started as they left the coffee shop.

He groaned again and threw his head back in mock exasperation, “Oh God, what?  You worried about your found family?”

“Oooo, that’s a good one, but no.  I was thinking,” she said suddenly a bit bashful, “that we don’t want anyone to suspect that we are just pretending to be dating, right?”

He eyed her suspiciously, “Right… because we’re not.”

“Right, but we don’t want Dick to keep pushing, so we want to make sure we look completely comfortable with each other, right?”

A happy grin spread across his face as he caught onto where she was going with this, “right, so we should maybe practice.  Things like being close to each other, holding hands, hugging, touching, kissing…”

“Exactly,” she nodded, looking up at him through her eyelashes.  “Just to make sure we completely convince Dick we are completely in love… so there’s no question.”

His hands cupped her cheeks as he stared into her eyes, “and I am” he whispered, lowering his head down to gently touch his lips to hers.

 Slightly dirtier bonus:

“Oh God,” he said with sudden realization breaking the kiss.

“What?” Marinette asked concern edging into her expression.

“Am I the Alpha or the Omega in this relationship?”

She let out a loud laugh, wound her arms around his neck, and pulled him down for another more searing kiss. “Who said you had to choose?  We can always switch.”

  Thanks to @gajer-1226 for helping me figure out who share the one bed with.

And thanks to siderealSandman for teaching me what “switch” means.

Tag:

@fsketchart  @jasonette-july-2k20

#maribat #jasonette #jasonette july 2k20

[spooky-z]

[1/3]Bombshell Dupain-Cheng: YSSMIAC

Masterlist  Maribat by @ozmav​

Bombshell: The AU // 0, 1, 2, 3

Ships: Lukadaminette, Jondrien, Chlolix, Feligami, Kimax

Warnings: Language

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Chapter title: you should see me in a crown

You should see me in a crown Your silence is my favorite sound Watch me make 'em bow One by, one by one 

Here's: Marinette and Kagami didn't expect the transformation to be so outrageously obvious.

Of course, Diana had warned the teenagers that it could happen, but- again, they didn't think it would be so drastic. The growing pains had been, well, a pain. A brutal one.

If Marinette was being bitter, she would blame Tikki for this happening to her and her miraculous partners, but she knew for a fact that it was not the fault of the kwamis for this lack of information.

It was the first time since the world was created, that the miraculous were given to literal children. So, for that reason the side effects were something unknown. But they believed that they had already discovered all the effects after five years wielding the jewelry.

Diana was able to destroy any idea they had about it, since none of them noticed the biggest and most obvious side effect of the miraculous:

They were trapped in underdeveloped bodies for seventeen/eighteen-year-olds teenagers. And that wasn't just because their genetics made them look more youthful, no. The active use of Ladybug’s cure was slowing the aging journey of the other heroes, as they were the hardest hit by healing magic.

So, when Diana - Wonder Woman - invited the miraculous female team to Themyscira to correct this problem with the Amazons, Marinette, Kagami, Chloe and Alix did not hesitate to accept.

The men's team had already been invited by Arthur Curry - Aquaman - because men were not allowed on Themyscira, but also because training with Arthur would be more ideal for them than that of the Amazons.

Zatanna encouraging and assuring the heroes that she would maintain a blocking spell throughout Paris to prevent Hawkmoth from acting.

They left their homes with an excuse to travel the world. Adrien was a little more difficult to get out of Gabriel's claws, but in the end, with Bruce Wayne's call, Adrien was able to leave Paris alone with friends. They were ready.

That's when Marinette suffered.

Starting with all the miraculous having to be resigned in order for the effect of magic to expunge faster, the box being kept safe in Themyscira. And then with the infernal training that the Amazons put them through.

Before, Marinette and Kagami prided themselves on being the most agile and sharp in the fights against akumas, but being in Themyscira showed that they did not even reach the feet of the youngest warriors in the island.

So, it was already clear that if Kagami and Marinette were having problems, Chloe and Alix felt death touching their souls with affection.

(The boys also suffered in those months in Atlantis. Arthur was not at all merciful in teaching them.)

Anyway, when the two and a half month mark reached, the physical changes were simply too glaring to go through a simple growth spurt.

Marinette never envied Chloe and Alix so much for not being predisposed to be tall naturally.

Of all four, Marinette grew the most in height without the influence of the miraculous. She may or may not have cried when she reached 5'11” with Kagami and Hippolyta said she would still grow a few inches.

She didn't care much for stretch marks on her joints, but she complained about the growing pains. Kagami was not very vocal, but the grimaces of pain she let out did not let anyone be fooled.

But even with the pain, the teachings and the struggles, Marinette was happy that they were finally having the right mentoring to guide them. Fu had left very early, much of his knowledge was not passed on.

○○○

After almost struggling to free Marinette from Chloe, they left the blonde sleeping on the brunette's bed while she showered.

Alix ate a croissant, Damian and Luka talked about strategies against Hawkmoth and Plume.

"I already talked to Zatanna and she will release the blocking barrier in three days, just so Hawkmoth doesn't suspect anything." Damian looked at Alix, attracting the young woman's attention. "It would be very suspicious if the barrier was broken just on the same day that Dupont's classes returned."

Alix nodded in agreement. "Did she say anything about tracking the miraculous?"

Luka sighed despondently. "No. She will probably only make it when they are active, meaning- “

"We will have to wait for Plume and Hawkmoth to attack again to get any leads."

Marinette came into the room, fully dressed - a black skater dress with the pattern of delicate cherry blossoms, reaching a few inches above the knee, v-neck and short sleeves; white liner socks - and dry hair stuck in a messy bun, leaving the bangs framing the pretty face.

Luka and Damian swallowed at the glorious sight. She managed to be strong and cute at the same time. And it destroyed them so good.

"He should attack as soon as he feels the barrier is gone." Alix replied and it took both of them out of inappropriate thoughts. Marinette's knowing look showed that she knew exactly where the boyfriends' minds ran.

"And that is why we will be making a war council in half an hour." She reached for the pair of white sneakers on the shoe rack and tucked them in her feet, the laces already tied. “Everyone has already been warned. I will be delivering the miraculous and we will make plans on how to take down Hawkmoth for good.”

"... But first we have to wake Chloe." Luka points. "Who's going to be the unlucky one?"

○○○

After managing to wake Chloe without resulting in a murder, they were quick to leave Marinette's home for Fu's massage parlor, the current headquarters of the miraculous team and where Zatanna had lived for three months when they were away.

"We are here, losers!" Alix announced pompously.

Upon arriving, they found Adrien talking to Jon in a corner; Max, Tim and Barbara on the computer browsing documents that appeared to be important; Félix and Kagami sat at the big table - which Adrien insisted on calling the round table and Marinette found it unnecessary - analyzing a detailed hologram of the streets of Paris.

No sign of Kim or Zatanna yet.

The entry of the five drew everyone's attention; Tim and Felix's eyes doubled in size as they focused on Marinette.

"What the hell, Mari?!" Tim choked on his words.

"This is what I call transformation." Barbara commented amusedly.

“Everyone has undergone drastic changes, Drake. I'm sure you didn't react that way when you saw the others.” Marinette replied.

"Of course not! Nobody came here looking like an Amazon.”

Kagami coughed against the fist, eyebrow raised.

"Okay, I take back what I said." Tim raises his hands in surrender. "But you have to agree with me, Marinette is the most surprising change here."

Adrien nodded frantically in agreement. “When you showed up at school earlier, everyone was shocked. I hardly recognized you.”

Max and Felix scoffed. "Yes, we noticed the warm looks you were shooting at Mari." Max pointed out causing Adrien to choke in embarrassment.

“Oh, is that so? Interesting." Damian murmured, a frankly murderous look on his face. He had already taken the seat next to Felix.

"What? No! You got it wrong.” Adrien stammered, his cheeks red.

“Okay, Adrien. I'm not jealous." Luka said. The malicious curve in the corner of his mouth making it clear that the musician was loving seeing the model turn into a hot mess in front of everyone.

"Luka!" Adrien groaned painfully and turned to Jon. “You know it's not true, right? Everyone knows that I only have eyes for you.” He pouted.

The brunette put his arm around the blonde's waist, bringing him a little closer. “Of course, I know dear. I totally trust my charm.” He winked seductively; Adrien's blush only growing in intensity.

The two of them seeming to forget that their friends were there.

"Ugh, nobody deserves to watch these two making out with their eyes." Chloe moaned on the chair, still drowsy and irritated at being woken up.

"Think on the bright side!" Marinette said happily.

"What would it be...?"

"At least this time they are dressed and aware that there are other people in the room." Kim replied upon entering.

"... I think we better split them up before they really forget we're here." Kagami pointed a finger at the two boys who had started a kiss in a way that, in her opinion, should be inappropriate for people under fifty.

"Does anyone have a spray bottle?" Damian asked.

And Marinette stopped to analyze the physical changes in her team.

So, the fact was: yes, Marinette was the person with the greatest physical change among the miraculous group. Because in addition to the height, she got muscles (which she didn't have before). It wasn't something like a body builder would be, but it also made it clear that she had a pretty intense exercise routine.

Kagami had also grown a lot, losing to Mari by just a few inches. Even before wielding the dragon's miraculous, she had already developed some muscle due to the intense fencing routine; so, the only things that had changed was the increase in body mass around the shoulders, biceps and calves.

Alix didn't grow much, just two inches from what she was before, and the muscles in her body hadn't been developed as visibly as the two asian girls. She had a better definition, elasticity and mobility had improved dramatically.

Chloe was the only one of the four parisian heroines who had no visible change. She remained thin and flexible, with no pronounced hard muscles. Diana had said that the blonde's body was the type that hid her power. The deceptive, fragile type, but who was agile and fatal. Which suited Chloe.

Of the boys, the shock had been Damian. Damian, who, like Marinette, was one of the smallest on the team - followed by Alix and Max - reached his desired height of 6’3”; surpassing both Bruce and Jason, the tallest in the Wayne family.

But that didn't surprise Marinette or Tim, since Damian's parents were both quite tall. They hoped that eventually Damian would start to grow like a weed.

Anyway. While Damian did not grow muscle mass like a brick house like Jason, his shoulders grew broad and powerful, biceps pronounced, muscles lean and defined. He achieved a perfect match between raw power and agility.

Luka surprisingly hasn't changed much. He put a few inches more - taller than Marinette by just an inch, but smaller than Damian by four - but his muscles didn't grow. They just became more defined. And Marinette understood that.

Among all of them, Luka, Alix and Max were the ones who least physically attacked akumas; sometimes they even stayed out of the fight, as their powers were only for a very critical situation.

Adrien somehow still had room to grow. You see, it wasn't like he was short before; for a twelve-year-old boy - before wielding the ring - he was already quite tall, so even with the magic interfering, he still had a decent height for a teenager.

Then discover that there was still room for him to reach Damian? That was surprising.

Unlike Luka, Adrien gained muscle mass. The blonde, over the years, showed that there was no mercy when it came to eating. He never refused food, always chewing what he could as if there was no tomorrow, since at home, his diet was strict. But even with that, he never gained weight.

Always the same skinny boy as always. So skinny that Sabine had made it her life's mission to fatten the Agreste boy. (Which did not work, but it did not diminish the determination of the Chinese woman.)

Then, without the interference of magic, Adrien grew up.

The boy who was once skin and bone, now looked like the blonde version with green eyes of Kim. He didn't get uncomfortably muscular, but the muscle tone he got was insane. Even wearing a hoodie that was supposed to be 2x bigger than its ideal size, it was possible to see that some corners of the seams were stretched on the shoulders and chest.

Gabriel probably burst a vein when he saw his son's transformation. The more youthful Adrien looked, the better it was for him to sell the image of "teenage prince".

Kim was the least surprised, as he was already big even for a teenager. In addition to his shoulders - which became broader - he grew a few inches, bumping head-on with Marinette and Luka. The chest remained strong and his body seemed to have no problem staying flexible.

Félix followed the same path as Luka - which Marinette secretly thanked, since finding a bodybuilder Félix would be beyond strange -, remaining tall and elegant. Lean, well-defined muscles. He remembered Chloe's changes. Silent, but fatal.

He was also in the race for whoever got higher with Adrien and Damian.

Max, on the other hand, must not have grown more than five inches. His muscle tone did not grow at an alarming rate either, remaining mostly thin, but looking agile. Like a person who runs five miles every morning without losing his breath or sweating.

Which was good, since Max was never a fitness person and everyone knew it. If he appeared like a damn monster truck out of nowhere - like Marinette, Kagami and Adrien - it would make people ask even more and they didn't want to attract more attention than they were already getting.

All of this, of course, without pointing out the other obvious changes that puberty brought.

The lack of baby fat, sharp jaws, developed curves, deep voices... Marinette managed to get used to her new height, but was not finding peace of mind with the new weight of her chest.

She clapped her hands to get everyone's attention and smiled.

"Let's start?"

And everyone, including the two lovebirds, sat around the table.

They would only leave with a solid plan against Hawkmoth.

BONUS:

"Wow, did you see how some of Ms. Bustier's and Ms. Mendeleiev's students looked different?" Lila heard extra #1 gossip with extra #2.

"I saw it, girl!" Extra #2 responded. "Everyone is saying that they joined a gang."

"Oho, do you believe that?!"

"Well, won't you say that you didn't find Agreste's new appearance strange?"

Lila jumped when she heard the name of one of her enemies. She moved closer to the two girls to hear the conversation better.

It could be something she could use against the ice king.

“Did you see Dupain-Cheng?! That was insane!”

The Italian bristled when she heard Maribrat's name. Still confused about what the two girls were talking about.

She had decided not to go on the first day of school to make a flashy comeback, so what had happened, she didn't know.

"And Adrien?!"

"I know!"

And that was it! Lila needed to know in detail what was going on.

"Excuse me, girls..." She sweetened her voice as much as she could. The two girls looked at her confused. "I wanted to first apologize for listening to your conversation and also to ask what you were talking about..." The ‘poor woman’ expression stuck to her face.

The two girls were even more confused. "Didn't you come yesterday?"

"No. My flight from Achu took longer than expected and I just arrived today.”

"Ah..." Extra #2 waved. “Is that- Ah! In fact, just look back and you will understand!” She said hastily.

Extra #1 looked over Lila's shoulder with a haunted expression. Waving violently.

And when Lila turned... What the fuck was that.

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Batboys Getting Betrayed By Their S/O HC

Requested? Yes! From a lovely anon!

“Hello! I'd like to make a Batboys reaction request if I may! If writing for all of them is too much please pick whoever you'd like! Have fun with it! Batboys finally catch the villain they've been after for a disgusting amount of time, they grab their mask/helmet, rip it off and BAM!! It's their S/O. How do they react? Thank you for your time!!”

THIS HC TURNED INTO AN EPIC COLLAB BETWEEN @birdy-bat-riya AND WE POPPED OFF!!! Riya really said “lets break the boys heart then give them the best fluff in the world” and I agreed then BAM this beauty. I hope you enjoy and I’m super excited to collab w my tumblr soulmate more!!!

ALSO GO CHECKOUT STAY WITH ME A TIM DRAKE FIC THAT IS KINDA LIKE THIS IF YOU WANT STORYLINE IT’S ONE OF MY FAVES!!!

Damian Wayne

- Damian would not see it coming

- after a painful bout of hand to hand combat, Robin had you stuck to a wall with Batarangs, and he stalked forward

- hoping he would get pulled away by Batman so wouldn’t notice your similarity to the love of his life, you sucked in a deep breath as you realized there was no escape

- “The great villainous sidekick defeated by Robin. Sounds good doesn’t it? But I want to know just who I bested” he quipped, reaching for your mask

- as he pulled it off he froze, your mask dropped to the ground as you began begging for forgiveness

- “Baby it’s not what it looks like! I’m sorry you know I couldn’t tell you! I love you Damian please understand!” you cried, pulling against the batarangs you felt your suit rip as you jumped to the ground reaching for Damian

- Damian looked beyond stunned, trying to process the idea that the one person he trusted above all had betrayed him. He’d spent months hunting, fighting, deeply wound you, then calling you beloved just a couple days later

- pulling yourself forward you flung your arms around him, trying to love him into submission

- instinctively his arms began to wrap around you and you could feel the material of his gloves grace over the exposed parts of your side from where your suit ripped, but he drew them back, pushing you off of him

- “belov- Y/N” his tone was harsh, and broken, “is this really you? You knew I was Robin, and yet you lied to me every day? Learned my weaknesses and my truths all just to use it against me?” you could see him shaking, his domino mask hid his glassy eyes but not his heart broken expression

- you realized he thought you’d only befriended him to use him and you jumped to explain “No! Babe never! I keep this life and our life completely separate! I never used anything and would never tell your secrets to anyone! This, this life [ you gestured to your suit ] is out of necessity, for my survival I have to be strong. But with you, Damian, with you life is worth living, you make my battles worth fighting, everything I do is for us!” you realized how good it felt to let everything go, tears streaming down your face

- Damian looked conflicted, broken because of your betrayal, but you could tell he still loved you

- “Y/N you know I can keep you safe, why? Why live this life when you know of the one we could’ve had together?” Damian 

- “I didn’t think of it that way” you whispered, thoughts flying through your head

- “Then let me help you” was all Damian said, and he reached out a hand

- Batman and your boss appeared behind you and Robin, both confused with what was happening

- Bruce looked shocked to see who the villain’s sidekick was, but he was trying to keep his Batman level confidence

- “C’mon kid lets go” you felt a tug on your shoulder, trying to lead you back to your base, but the look Damian was giving you stopped you, unable to turn your shoulder on him

- this was Damian asking you to pick a new life with him. And you knew he was the only thing that truly made him happy, but this would be the end of your reputation, and your safety

- you began to reach for Damian but stopped, needing his reassurance

- “you promise you’ll protect me?”

- “always.” you took his hand, falling into his arms, and decided a future with Damian was better than anything else

Dick Grayson

- Dick didn’t know you were Slade’s protege after Dick told him no all those years ago

- you knew he thought of your villain persona as his greatest opponent and you couldn’t break his heart

- you’d both been in the good guy vs bad guy business since you were kids so you couldn’t expect him to understand, so you hid it.

- he told you he was Nightwing a couple months before and your heart dropped realizing you’d been fighting the love of your life for years, and were trained by one of his greatest tormentors

- in a terrible turn of events you, Nightwing, and Slade all ended up fighting each other, Nightwing and you after Slade for seperate reasons just before his escape he noticed how you couldn’t hurt Dick like you used to

- in an act of revenge for you leaving his side all those years ago, he shouted “catch you later sweet Y/N!” before jumping out a window out of your sight

- Dick’s head whipped to you, a look of confusion at Slade knowing your identity

- hoping he’d missed it you tried to run out of the building and take off

- angy Dick is basically super powered so he caught you (yes i said angy)

- when he rips off your mask and the face he’d adored for years looks up at him he physically can’t stand

- watching the love of your life crumple to the ground is the hardest thing you’ve endured

- frantically trying to explain you keep trying to cup his face in your hand but he pulls away, refusing to look you in the eyes, eventually finding the strength to get up and grapple away

- the entire batfam goes after you. Damian especially, because he trusted you, glad Dick had someone that loved him the way he secretly did. There is no way you’re gonna get away from an angry Batfam especially when their mutual favorite brother has been broken

- I honestly don’t think Dick would let it go back to normal. His family would never approve and knowing you lied for months was too much, he knows what is good and bad for him and is surrounded by family.

- One day the two of you would team up and apologize, continuing forward as mutuals that come when the other needs you, but Dick wouldn’t be able to look at you the same, and Damian would never leave his side, refusing to let Dick get hurt again

Jason Todd

- Jason was used to coming home to you bruised and cut. He never liked to see you battered and bleeding, but he understood it was part of your job as a Criminal Investigator.

- at least that’s what he thought

- you were used to seeing him beat up too. The only difference was that you knew the real reason he came home beaten and injured. 

- it was because he would spend his nights fighting you.

- you truly loved Jason, but you couldn't bear to break his heart by telling him the truth. That the woman he loved was his sworn enemy and was lying about it.

- little did you know, he was beginning to get suspicious of your injuries. They seemed a little extreme for an investigative agent, and dare he say, they seemed to match the injuries his enemy walked away with last night.

- then one night, it happened. You were being chased by Red Hood. You thought you were in the clear. And knowing jason would be home any minute, you headed back home, hopping from rooftop-to-rooftop.

- you stopped in the parking lot of your building, about to take off your mask when you heard a voice. Red Hood was leaning on your car, looking more tense than usual. “Go on. Take off the mask.”

- you were mortified. You tried to run but he caught you and you were cornered. He took off the mask and you looked down, afraid to meet his eyes.

- he wasn’t startled or shocked. You heard the seams of his gloves rip as he clenched his fist. You looked up and saw him scowling, but behind the anger, there was so much disappointment. You could see his heart breaking.

-  he stepped back and began to walk away. You tried so hard to explain and apologize but he only turned you down, unwilling to see your face.

- realizing everything was ruined, you gave one final apology. “Jason, I know you can’t forgive me. But I truly am sorry. I'm sorry for lying, I’m sorry for hurting you, I’m sorry for everything. But I promise, I really do love you. And I know you might not believe me, but I mean every word.” Tears were streaming down your face, and he wouldn’t let you see it, but they were brimming in his.

- you left and didn’t come back. You kept your distance from Jason but made sure you knew was still alright. He was frequenting bars, skipping patrols. You began to worry when he was nowhere to be found, so you donned the mask once more, only without your usual uniform.

- that night, to your disbelief, you found the Red Hood fighting some petty cat burglars outside of a museum. You noticed how his punches held more force than they used to and felt a little pained, seeing his hurt in his movements. 

- while he was taking care of the robbers, you saw one of them run off to a car with a jade vase and instinctively charged in. You hopped in the car roof and swung into the passenger seat, knocked out the driver, and safely drove the car back.

- you put the vase back where it belonged and left the scene of the crime without anyone’s attention.

- Red Hood turned the burglars over to the cops. There was something about a tripped alarm and missing vase but the item was kept exactly where it was meant to be when they checked.

- he was about to trudge away when he heard something. “This masked broad, she jumped into the car! From the bloody window!” His mind wandered. It couldn’t be…

- that night, you returned to one of your old safehouses and headed to your closet to put away your mask, but the first thing you saw was your suit. You looked at the domino mask in your hand and all you could remember was Jason’s face when he found out. Right then and there, you threw it all away.

- months passed. You hadn’t heard from or seen Jason Todd. You revamped your suit and donned a new mask. You went by your old name still. You couldn’t change who you were, and you didn't want to either. 

- the only difference now was that you didn’t kill. something tilted the needle on your moral compass, and as much you wanted to deny it, Jason rubbed off on you.

- you took your burglary jobs, and got into your own type of trouble, but you could almost always handle it. Emphasis on the ‘almost’

- once or twice you bit off more than you could chew, for example the time when you needed to collect some money from a Bludhaven gang. you were outnumbered and unarmed. just when you thought it was all over for you, you heard two gunshots and violent cursing. 

- you found yourself standing before two gangsters with bloody hands and one Red Hood. “You’re welcome.”, he said with his usual snarky tone, muffled by his helmet. 

- this was the first of many times he would save you. You would drop in on his gigs sometimes as well, just to lend a helping gun.

- bad blood aside, you were always there for eachother. He meant it as a silent acceptance of your apology and that’s exactly how you took it.

- soon enough the tension faded, you both went down your own roads but found comfort in knowing that you were never alone. It was an unspoken pact that when one of you needed the other, you’d never be far. 

Tim Drake

- Tim would notice something, maybe you stuffing your suit in your trunk, you using a phrase his enemy always used, something that gave him the wrong feeling

- he’d push it away, always wanting to believe the best of you

- but eventually it wouldn’t add up

- Tim came over one night and made a beeline to the back of your closet, a drawer he never saw you open during all the years of knowing you

- you heard a small gasp when he pulled out the suit of his rival, the strangled sound of disbelief was the last noise he made before he threw your suit on the floor and stormed out, and it was the last you saw of him for months

- watching the news seeing “RED ROBIN GONE BAD?” or “IS THIS IS THE SAME HERO?” as you watched Tim become more and more reckless and cruel. Tim rarely got so physical the medics came instead of the police but watching him through your screen you saw a new person

- seeing Tim (and Red Robin) break down on television gave you the realization of the necessity behind Tim’s heroics

- almost as an homage to his heart break he began using the moves you’re villainous alter ego used on him on his new targets, showing you the hurt and the damage you’d done to your victims

- after weeks of watching the torture you knew villainy wasn’t worth it if it meant Tim was broken like this

- knowing he’d be on patrol like always you waited on the top of the building he’d brought you to the night you started dating, hoping he’d miss the memory as much as you did

- rushing up to him, begging for him to listen, even after the heart break Tim couldn’t say no to you, and he needed to know why, this was a mystery he really couldn’t piece together

- frantically explaining everything from your childhood forward, you couldn’t stop, the honestly was refreshing, and Tim listened the whole time

- after admitting everything you brought your suit out, and in front of Tim you began to rip it to shreds, hoping he’d see the meaning behind your words

- this was a lot for Tim, and he asked for a week to settle his feelings

- Red Robin was inactive for a week, 168 hours you spent praying to anything that he’d take you back

- and exactly one week later, you were holding your head in your hands sobbing, wishing you could’ve changed earlier and hoping Tim would go back to his heroism - when you heard your apartment window carefully opening

- Tim came back, suited up, holding a new suit for you that he’d had created

- Tim explained that he wanted you back, and he intended on helping you fix all your past mistakes, one life saved at a time

- you often looked back on the news from that week, the headlines showed a new chapter of your life

“RED ROBIN AND NIGHTINGALE Y CRIME FIGHTING DUO!” “RED ROBIN IS BACK AND BETTER THAN EVER WITH A NEW HERO AT HIS SIDE!”

I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS IS A REMINDER TO GO FOLLOW @birdy-bat-riyaBECAUSE SHE IS THE REASON THIS IS SO AMAZING ILY GIRLY

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