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How is my English teacher going to say that my essay is turning out good but then and goes to give me a 65%, which is a D By the way!

I did not spend an entire 3 weeks to write a four page essay plus a site page for her to give me a D 😭

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I NEED MORE!!!!

Hi Sanne! I'm not sure if requests are open, but if you're up to it I'd like to request red hood x reporter! Maybe reporter reader is getting too close to a case and is starting to become a target and hood takes her protection into his own hands? ((Including lots of midnight rendezvous and rooftop bump ins))

i love this prompt sm! i've been thinking about a reporter reader ever since i read task force z :) thanks for requesting!

jason todd x gn!reporter!reader. tw: reader is attacked (but they're okay), guns, violence, fighting, jason being both a force to be reckoned with and a big softie. 2.5k words

****

"I don't need protection."

The Red Hood crosses his arms. You cross yours right back.

"Yes, you do," he says.

"No, I don't. I've lived in Gotham my whole life. I can take care of myself."

"Living around and being in the thick of violence are very different. You're already chasing this story; they will come after you."

And what a story it is. The story of the decade, at the very least. A task force of formerly-dead Arkham patients wielded against Gotham by a mysterious benefactor.

It's terrifying. It's dangerous. It's sure to win you your first Pulitzer.

And it all means absolutely nothing if the Red Hood keeps wrapping you in red tape.

Your jaw ticks. "This is my story, Hood. You can't turn it in, so I will. And I won't be scared off by some slimeball."

"Oh, please. You wouldn't even have known about this story if it wasn't for me, smarty."

Smarty. His favorite moniker for you because, according to him, you think you know everything.

Working with the Red Hood has been an unfortunate side effect of chasing your prize-winning story. Not only is he wanted in twenty-six countries (you Googled it) and is a ruthless crime lord (supposedly formerly, but you're doubtful), but worst of all, he's got an attitude to match yours.

He's also built like a tank, which is why you can't just. Outrun him.

"I can't just not publish the story," you say.

"I don't want to stop you from publishing the story. Hence the protection."

"I can't afford a bodyguard."

"Well, it's a good thing I already paid my rent this month."

You scoff. "The Gotham Gazette has a strict 'no armed and dangerous' policy. I'm afraid we all have to leave our gun-toting vigilantes at home."

You open the driver's door of your car, ready to end the conversation here and now. Hood calmly closes the door with his hip and leans.

You glare. "Get off of my car."

"Fact." He holds up a finger. "These kinds of people always strike before the story comes out. They know you're scared and stressed, and they wanna do it before the story gets out. Otherwise, it's obvious who killed who."

"And where did you read this fact? Crime Lord's Digest? We don't even know if they know I'm the reporter who broke into the lab."

"Listen, smarty, I've been in this game a lot longer than you. I know how they operate," he says, finally getting off of your car, only to lean on the hood. Jerk. "It's only a matter of time before whoever's behind this snuffs you out."

"I am not letting a wanted criminal nest in my apartment!"

"That's why I'd be there."

"I was talking about you, Hood."

"Funny."

"I'm not joking. Look, I appreciate your... help." You try not to show your exasperation. "But there's no way I'm inviting you over to my apartment. That'll set off more alarms. If anything happens, I'll call you. Until then, stay away. Deal?"

Hood looks you over.

"Hm. You're awfully comfortable with giving me orders, smarty."

Your adrenaline spikes for a second. But it quickly calms. You've worked with Hood for a month now. Sure, you were petrified the first week, but it quickly dissipated. You've fallen into an odd camaraderie with him.

It's actually kind of nice, having him on your side. No one at the Gazette gives you the time of day. You've become used to having a partner. Not that you'd ever tell him that.

"You take orders so well, I can't help but dole them out," you say, only a little smirky.

"Watch it," Hood rumbles, only half-serious. Probably.

You beam and wrench open your car door, sliding into the seat.

"See?" you say, turning the ignition. "No snipers waiting to take me out. I'll be fine."

He shakes his head and slides off the hood. "Ten bucks says they'll try by the end of the week."

You close your door. "You're on."

****

As it turns out, Hood doesn't need the end of the week to earn his tenner. Trouble breaks down your door the very same night.

You're on your couch with some well-earned Lebanese takeout when your door is ripped off of your hinges. You shoot up from the couch, chest immediately tight.

Your assailant is masked and isn't that typical, giving masked men everywhere a bad name.

You run to the kitchen, hoping you can grab a knife. But you're grabbed before you can get there. You slip on the carpet and trip further into your assailant's arms.

"Keep still so I won't make a mess," is all he says.

You start screaming. He covers your mouth and you bite his hand. That earns you a thump on your cheek, so hard your vision blurs.

Bang!

You freeze, expecting the warm drip of blood and the excruciating pain to accompany it. Instead, your assailant falls to the floor, clutching his ribs. You stumble backwards and see Hood at your door, gun still aimed. He stalks over and kicks the assailant in the chest as he does. The assailant groans.

"You okay?"

You're still staring at the man who very nearly killed you a minute ago. Blood roars in your ears. You think you might be close to fainting.

"Hey." Big, gloved hands hold your face. You flinch and hold the owner's wrists. Hood comes into view once more.

"Are you okay?" he asks firmly. "Look at me, look at me, sweet. Breathe. 'S okay. Does anything hurt? Did he—"

Hood cuts himself off as he touches your cheek, where you were hit. He lightly runs a thumb over what is probably a budding bruise.

Hood lets you go and whirls onto your attacker. He hauls him up and presses a gun to his stomach.

"Go ahead, shoot me!" the attacker shouts.

"If I shoot you, it won't be out of mercy. You won't get a quick death. You don't deserve it," Hood snarls, and you suddenly remember all of your good reasons for fearing the Red Hood.

"I ain't telling ya shit!"

"I don't expect you to," Hood says, and fires again.

The man crumples to the ground, but he's clearly still breathing. Still alive. Hood drags him to the door by his collar.

"You go back to your boss. And you tell 'em that they're fucking with the Red Hood now. And, in case I'm not being perfectly fucking clear through all that blood loss—" Hood grabs the man by his hair and wrenches his head back. "If you come for my reporter again, you'll wish I was kind enough to put a bullet in your head."

Hood hauls your attacker outside. You hear a car start a minute later, and it tears down the street.

You look at your guardian angel, spattered in blood.

Not nearly as much blood as I expected, you think manically.

Your body aches and shakes with adrenaline. You can't even get enough control to move to the couch.

"How–how did you get here so fast?" you ask, staring at your now cracked coffee table.

"I've been monitoring your apartment since you got home. One of the traffic cameras picked up a stolen vehicle turning onto your block, so I came here."

You look at Hood. He seems very collected, all things considered.

"You—how did you find my apartment? Have you been stalking me?"

"Please. Lend me a little credit, smarty. I don't need to stalk you to find where you live," he says, holstering his gun.

"Are you insane?!" you burst. "That is such a gross invasion of privacy! What the hell is wrong with you?"

Hood looks at you.

"What's wrong with me is I just saved your life," he says evenly. "And on that note, you owe me ten bucks. Maybe even fifteen, considering it took less than a day for them to do exactly what I said they would."

Your lip wobbles. You don't know what triggers it; maybe it's your scratched up door or torn sofa or the fact that the Red Hood is in your living room right now with blood on his suit.

The tears form quickly. You can't stop them.

You cover your face but a sob claws out of your throat. Soon, you fall into big, heaving cries.

"Whoa, hey." The floorboards creak under Hood's unsure footsteps. "Hey, I didn't mean that. Shit. I was just kidding about the bet part. Aw, don't cry, smarty."

A hand lightly touches your shoulder. You lean in, but don't dare to initiate more contact. So Hood eases you into a side hug, awkwardly patting your other arm. He's extremely warm and solid with muscle, but his chest is soft enough to rest your head on. He unclips his holster so it doesn't dig into your body.

"I was just kidding," Hood says quietly in your ear. He rubs your arm. "'M sorry. Didn't mean to make y'cry."

You sniff and shake your head. "No, it–it's not that, I'm just—God, I'm t-terrified, Hood. What the fuck am I supposed to do now? They're gonna kill me! I'm gonna die before I win my first Pulitzer!"

You try to suck in deep breath but it's not working. Hood leads your unsteady feet to the couch. You sit, fingers gripping his jacket. Hood carefully loosens your grip.

"They're not gonna kill ya, smarty. I won't let 'em. C'mon, let's have a seat. Where's your kitchen?"

You point, lashes still thick with tears. Hood leaves and returns shortly. A glass of water is held to your lips. You drink it, breathing stilted.

"'S okay. Take it easy. Breathe. That's right."

You swallow half of the water, and he sets the glass down on the coffee table. Hood hands you a wad of tissues.

"This is pathetic," you say, wiping your tears. "Can't believe I'm being nursed by the Red Hood."

"I think nursed is a strong word. But it's more than I usually do for my informants. Then again, they don't usually burst into tears."

"Don't make fun of me. I'm fragile."

"I wasn't making fun of you," Hood says, gentler than you've ever heard him. He puts the tissues aside and rests a hand on your shoulder. You turn into it, appreciative of the weight. "You handled this better than most people would. You didn't even pass out. Hell, I've passed out."

You're sure that Hood is leaving out important details behind that anecdote, like fighting off a hundred men or being swallowed by a whale beforehand. You're grateful nonetheless.

You turn to him, fresh tears in your eyes. "They're gonna kill me, Red."

He shakes his head. "No. Listen to me. Nobody is gonna do anything to you, okay? I'm not gonna let 'em hurt you, smarty pie."

"That's an impossible promise," you say. "One of these days, something will happen. You can't be everywhere at once. Especially not while I'm at home."

Hood tilts his head. "Well..."

"Well, what?"

He rubs his throat. An old injury, he'd once told you. The pain flares up sometimes.

"I could call in a favor. Get you into a safehouse."

"You would do that for me?" you ask. You probably shouldn't ask. Shouldn't look a generous vigilante in the mouth. But you can't help it.

"I can't very well publish the story myself, can I?"

You shrug. "I doubt that. You have your ways. Once you have the evidence, you don't need me."

"That's not true," Hood says fiercely. "I do need you."

Your eyes widen. Hood fumbles for a moment.

"That—I mean for the case. Obviously. I don't have any journalistic links besides you. And I wouldn't want the story to fall into the wrong hands."

"Oh." You have a strong urge to wrap your arms around him. Weird. "Well, um, thank you. I appreciate it."

"Don't thank me yet. It'll take me a few days to get the safehouse," he says.

You deflate. "Oh. So I have to stay here until then?"

Hood is quiet for a long time. So long, you briefly revisit your original theory that the Red Hood is actually an AI remotely controlled by a billionaire.

"Hood?"

You reach to touch him. He flinches, a tiny movement. You immediately draw back.

Nope. Still a man.

"Sorry," he says, hand slipping from your shoulder. "I was, uh, going over options. No, your place is toast until we find whoever's behind this. But, um, it would be possible for you to—if you want to, 'cause if you don't, y'know, I understand, but I—it would be doable for you to, uh, stay with me. Until I get the safehouse."

"Stay... in your apartment?"

"'S not far from here. And it's a hell of a lot better protected than your place. And, y'know, I'd be there most of the time, so like..." Hood clears his throat. "Uh, yeah. It'd be safe. I promise."

"I wouldn't want to impose," you say, nervously scratching your arm.

"Mm. If you're scared of staying with me, y'can just say so. I won't take it personal."

He does kind of sound like he's taking it personally.

"No, Hood, it's not that. I don't... I'm not afraid of you. That, uh, went away a while back," you say. "I just... I don't want to burden you. After all, it's your space."

He makes a sound that tells you he's rolling his eyes behind his helmet.

"Saving your life is important, smarty. Why you don't think so, I'll never know."

You make a soft, pleased sound. "Got a real bleeding heart there, Red."

He sighs. "Yeah. I'm working on it."

You grin. "Thank you for rescuing me."

"Part of the job. If you don't wanna stay with me, I could..." Hood hesitates. "With your permission... I could get the Bats involved. Ask one of them to house you."

"You mean Batman?"

Hood grunts. "Preferably anyone but him, but yeah, if it comes to that. He'll probably get involved anyway. Fuckin' busybody."

"The Bats would protect me? But they don't know me."

"Don't matter. If I asked them to, they would. If that's something you want."

You think. Is it something you want?

Sure, any reasonable person would prefer Nightwing or Batman to protect them.

"I don't want to stay with them," you say. "I'd rather stay with you."

He jerks like you've told him the sky is falling.

"You do?" he asks.

"Well, yeah. I know you, Red. And I know you'll keep me safe."

"At any cost," he says.

That simultaneously frightens and thrills you.

"Then I'd like to go home with you," you say. "If you'll have me."

"'Course, smarty. Anything to keep you safe. Go pack some stuff. I'll be out here. You're okay?"

"I'm okay." You stand and turn before he can see what he does to you.

Yes, it's an odd thing, being partners with the Red Hood.

You're starting to fear that you can't have it any other way.

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OMG? CONGRATS!! I HAVBET HEARD OF ANYONE GOING TO SIX FLAGS ON HERE LNFAO

THANKS!

Fun fact my middle was actually supposed to go to six flags for 8th grade graduation but the entire school got banned because a previous year set a trash can on fire so we went to Washington DC instead. 😭

And right? I feel like people don’t go anymore unless they have like a season pass or something

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I’m counting down here guys…..

I have 7 more weeks until I graduate high school and move on with my life 😧

I’m not looking forward to it but I am looking forward for my senior six flags trip🤗

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Hi! I just wanted to know if your masterlist was updated? Cuz I noticed on your pinned post you have a masterlist 2 but the link isn't there.

I haven’t posted my Masterlist 2 just yet. I’m still working on it ☺️

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Long awaited~

Damian was growing sick and tired.

Sick and tired of the fact that for the past few months, he’s been seeing and hearing you through his phone screen. The Teen Titans had a mission, one that should have lasted no longer than two weeks, but they had come across multiple obstacles that made them unable to come home.

And Damian grew impatient for those months—going as far as trying to do the mission alone to get it done quicker which had resulted in him getting hurt and a bad scolding from you over the phone. So now he lays in a bed that’s not his as he lays on his side with his phone in hand. He can see you on the screen in your bedroom with the lights off. And you’re sound asleep with your TV playing in the background, snuggled up warm under your blankets. A visible frown forms on his face.

Oh, how he misses the warmth of your embrace at night.

And he awaits for the day Kory deems it safe to go back home.

A few days fly by right after, his stuff is all packed, and he’s dressed in his regular clothes as he sits in the back of a limousine. Finally, he’s able to go back. As the window that divides his side from the driver goes down—Damian gets a glimpse of Alfred in the rearview mirror.

“Miss.Y/N waits for you at the gate of the manor Master Damian” he can hear the butler say.

Damian leans forward slightly. “Will she?”

Alfred can only answer with a hum. Damian’s practically at the edge of his seat when the gates open to the manor and he’s the first one out of the vehicle. Leaving his stuff behind, Alfred has no problem with getting them himself and he’s sure you’ll scold Damian for leaving the poor old butler to get it.

But Damian doesn’t care, not one bit. Not when he sees you at the bottom of the steps with Titus and Alfred waiting for his arrival patiently. There’s a book in your hand and you flip through the pages completely unaware of your lover’s presence. It’s not until Titus lets out a rumble of barks that has you jumping in your spot and your heart pounding. You stare down at home confused, following his gaze. Damian can see the way your eyes light up with a bright smile forming on your lips.

You place the book down—losing your place but you don’t care as you push yourself up from the steps. Damian greets his pets first—there’s no ignoring them when Titus playfully attacks him, greeting the owner with long licks for kisses. When Damian is finally able to get away from the large dog he makes a Beeline for you as you stretch out your arms—waiting for the long-awaited embrace. It’s warm—snuggling closer to the taller boy's embrace, once that you had missed so much. And you could say the same for Damian as he hold you closer and tighter.

“You finally came back!” You giggle out, and Damian’s heart pounds faster. You feel his fingers run down your hair.

“I always do” he murmurs down your neck, making you giggle once more “I missed you, beloved”

“I missed you too.

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New chap of Loud was so good 🫶🏽🫶🏽

So glad you liked it 🤗

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Oranges~

Damian’s stares linger longer than usual—staring at the orange in his hand that you had handed him a minute ago. He takes a glance at you—who sits patiently with a smile on your face and hands on your lap.

“You want me to….peel this for you?” His voice is laced with nothing but utter confusion. You nod your head happily.

“Yep” you start “but yknow if you don’t want to do it that’s fine-“ Leaning forward you take the fruit from his hands. “I can do it”

and with a blink of an eye he snatches it from you hands once more, a growing visibly on his face as she shakes his head, his black locks falling over his face “No. I’ll happily do it for you” he sighs out “it’s was just a random request was all”

humming you add on “The oranges taste better when you peel them for me”

“Is that so?”

“Yep!”

So you sit for a moment—waiting and watching as Damian carefully peels the skin of the fruit. He hands it to you after he’s done, smiling when he hears a ‘thank you’ leave your mouth. You’re sighing in satisfaction when you plop a slice in your mouth. Taste buds fill in with the sweetness and sourness of the juices. Damian watches, and he doesn’t think twice when he leans down to capture your lips in his. You hum leaning further in until he pulls apart first. Damian licks his lips, tasting the faint fruit on his tongue.

“It does taste sweeter when it comes from you”

I’m so sorry I haven’t been posted lately.

My weakass has been getting cold after cold for the past month. And hopefully this will be my LAST fever of the year ☹️.

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He needs to put me in a choke hold 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨

jason todd manhandling me is a need, not a want.

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Damian “pissbaby” Al Ghul Wayne

damian wayne doesn’t necessarily wear jewelry that often — only a few necklaces and rings could be seen on him, of the highest quality as well; him wearing a friendship bracelet is quite a surprise.

they were made by you of course, since you’re quite literally the only person he associates himself with at school willingly. you’ve known each other for quite some time now, so why not get matching bracelets to symbolize that?

“That’s a stupid idea.”

“You’re a stupid idea,” you retort.

he merely rolls his eyes, “I don’t need a silly bracelet to show that I’m friends with you, we don’t need something like that for people’s approval.”

“It’s not for other people,” you explain, “It’s for my own entertainment and for you — a gift.”

“Fine, you can make us one.”

in all honesty, he was expecting something simple for the bracelets. something just like each others names on them, not—

“Pissbaby?” his eye twitches.

“Don’t worry, mine says ‘Bitch,’” you reply nonchalantly.

“This has to be against dress-code.”

“We have long sleeves for a reason.”

he sighs, “My siblings are gonna drag me through the mud for this.” despite his words spitting venom, he still lets the elastic wrap around his wrist fitting comfortably and snugly.

“Hah, Pissbaby.”

“Bitch.”

“Your dad’s a whore.”

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Can I have the link to your Damian Wayne wattpad fic please?

HERE YOU GO🤗

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Jason Todd is the main reason why thin mints run out so fast when the Girl Scouts sell them 😒

And I stand by that

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Damian with an s/o who eats a lot hc or scenario

HERE

I’m sorry it took so long! But I’m getting back to write evernodies request now!!🤗

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༺𓆩❦𓆪༻: S/O that eats a lot!

Requested!

∞ He doesn’t mind

∞ He grew up with Jason throwing and stuffing food in his mouth every chance he got and lived with Garfield and Superboy for some years

∞ So He’s used to it!

∞ pays for every meal you eat! Whether it’s out on a date or sending you food because he knows you’re hungry and there’s probably nothing to eat in your fridge.

∞ likes your bravery when you try new foods from knew places and cultures, even if it doesn’t look appealing.

∞ likes to take you to places across the world just so you could try their popular dishes.

∞ sometimes likes to make dishes so you could try them (even if he’s not a good cook!)

∞ when you’re over at his place sometimes Alfred steals you for a bit to try a new recipe he’s been working on. It’s always a 10/10!

∞ Jason sometimes challenges you to a eating contest but always looses cause he’s getting old and his stomach can’t handle it anymore

∞ loves you so much he admires the way you eat!

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You guys there was something in the air today at my school that caused 7 fights, one seizure and one arrest 😧

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pov: you give him a valentine

Hope yall are having a great St Valentine's day! 💖

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“You could have stayed outside yknow?” You say, glancing down at the lace bras and underwear that lay before you. Damian stands behind you protectively—Shopping bags in his hand as he keeps his eyes trained on the ground. He doesn’t know where to put his eyes. Everywhere Damian looks, all he sees are mannequins dressed in nice colorful lace propped up for everyone to see and women holding the garments up to their bodies as they chat along with close friends in a debate on what looks good on them.

The youngest Wayne, by any means, is not good under a setting like this and you know this. You had reassured him earlier that he didn’t have to come inside with you, telling him that you’d be alright and he could just wait outside like everybody’s boyfriends and Dads but he had refused.

“I told you I’m alright. I don’t mind” he clears his throat, eyes glaring at the back of your head as you keep glancing around. You can feel his gaze and it makes you chuckle as you pick up a piece of green lace and another of red.

“Oh! what about these” You turn around facing the taller man, holding them up side by side as you alternate back and forth placing them up against your front. “Which one would look good on me for Wednesday?”

Damian green orbs glance between the two sets, he starts to flush and his skin starts to feel warm, and he clutches the bags in his hand “They both would look good on you beloved”

You huff arms dropping to your side “You say that with everything I show you”

“That’s because it’s true” his should lift and drop for a quick second. “Why not get both?”

“They’re both expensive” You bring your arms back up to take another good look. Eyeing both carefully. “And besides I’m pretty sure by the end of the night they’ll end up in shreds anyway”

Damian takes a look at the teasing grin you send him and he rolls his eyes. “Then a good idea to get both. Money isn't a problem.” You feel his breath up against your ears, the sensation making you giggle “And besides, it’s just like you before beloved, these will most likely end up in shreds so it’s best to get two just in case”

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