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i’ll be sending you my bill 💔

honestly just like the idea of jason todd being a hopeless romantic but like in secret. like he writes ridiculous poetry for you and annotates lines in the books he reads that reminds him of you, but he’ll forever deny it.

might dabble in this further. 🙂‍↕️

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this ❤️

honestly just like the idea of jason todd being a hopeless romantic but like in secret. like he writes ridiculous poetry for you and annotates lines in the books he reads that reminds him of you, but he’ll forever deny it.

might dabble in this further. 🙂‍↕️

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honestly just like the idea of jason todd being a hopeless romantic but like in secret. like he writes ridiculous poetry for you and annotates lines in the books he reads that reminds him of you, but he’ll forever deny it.

might dabble in this further. 🙂‍↕️

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Average gotham knights experience (the game crashes not even 30 seconds later). Shoutout to @magnusj the most stealthy redhood player.

[Robin: OK. Let's do this SNEAKY STYLE.

[Robin: Jason NO-]

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sketch

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Jason with a significant other who meows back at cats

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tbh hot car make out with jason todd listening to chase atlantic

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unedited draft <3 mentions of smoking/weed

kinda keep forgetting about this

eat it up tho

“really can’t keep it down, can you, babe?” jason todd leaned back against the couch, skilled fingers playing with the blunt in his hand. you were hacking up a lung, cheeks red with embarrassment. you weren’t one to smoke, but the struggle of the days made it much too tempting to give into your boyfriend’s charms.

he’d claimed it would calm you down, but you couldn’t seem to inhale any of it properly. that was okay. poor thing. he’d help you. jason inhaled the smoke from the blunt, filling his mouth until his fingers moved to pull you closer. teasing hands resting against your waist. one came up to grab your chin, thumb tenderly prying that plump bottom lip of yours open.

then he kissed you so sweetly, blowing the smoke into your mouth before he was pulling away to hit the joint again.

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i have a draft for u if u liked that one ramble 🤭🤭🤭

ME WHEN @jaysgirlx FOLLOWED ME

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ME WHEN @jaysgirlx FOLLOWED ME

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mentions of smoking

just a thought but jason todd getting high with you whenever you're stressing out. nothing serious, just a little smoke to ease your nerves. except you can't handle the smoke on your own, so jason has to baby you. he'll inhale it first and then pull you into a kiss and let you inhale the remaining smoke from his mouth. a wonderful excuse to kiss you, but you feel better afterwards, nonetheless.

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just a reminder, Jason says: I'm not talking about killing Penguin or Scarecrow or Dent. I'm talking about *him*, just him. And doing it because... because he took me away from you".

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Loved your Bruce with Clusmy reader! Can I ask for some Brucie Wayne with a hopeless romantic reader! I just need a goofball trying to make this stoic man swoon plz.

warnings: none 423 words unedited bruce wayne x hopeless romantic! reader in which bruce wayne is terrible at accepting gifts.

gift giving is a love language bruce wayne is very familiar with. as a man with this much money, he expects most women he dates to want some of it. it's not something he's ever really minded, just something he looks out for. he doesn't want someone who just wants his money. no matter how lonely the nights can get.

so of course he's wary when he first starts dating you. you're..very different. you're not the type to ask for gifts, even if you have no problem accepting them. bruce finds it appealing that you don't seek them, but there is one thing that makes him uncomfortable. you're an avid gift giver.

it feels like every time bruce turns around, you're giving him something else. love notes, flowers, chocolates. bruce can't keep up. he's never been showered with gifts before, and every time it happens, he has no idea how to respond. he's left feeling awkward and vulnerable.

how is it that someone like you is pampering him so much? bruce wayne never throws anything you give him away. the flowers? he presses them. the love letters? they're stored in a drawer in his office. the chocolates? he eats every single one he doesn't end up sharing with you. though bruce is awkward with gifts, he never wants to hurt your feelings by rejecting them.

such as in this instance. you're standing in front of him, a small bouquet in hand. you're in that red dress he likes so much, and you look..absolutely incredible. for a moment, bruce stares at you, head inclined to the side, mouth slightly agape. it's date night, and he really should expect this by now, but you never fail to catch him off guard.

the blush on his face is faint, but it's definitely there. his heart is in twists. bruce awkwardly clears his throat, trying to find his voice. vocal cords failing him. "thank you," he manages as he takes the flowers into his hand. bruce wayne was not the type to be easily embarrassed. fighting crime? putting his life on the line? those things are easy compared to the look in those pretty eyes of yours. his heart is galloping in his chest.

you give him the brightest smile. you're used to his reactions by now, but his slightest blush, that little slip of white that's exposed when his lips lift shyly, you'll never get tired of it. you take his hand in your own, and he's following you like a lost puppy towards the car.

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hi could you do bruce wayne x clumsy reader? nothing in particular just do what you think is best!

bruce wayne content how could i say no?? i hope you enjoy anon <3

warnings: none unedited 927 words bruce wayne x clumsy! reader

bruce always has to be careful with you. he is usually a rather graceful man. he's had plenty of practice with batman, and despite how bulky he is, he can usually be pretty quiet and light on his feet. meeting you turns his whole world around.

you're boisterous. you're loud. you're energetic. it is one of the things bruce likes most about you. you are probably one of the most alive people he has ever met, and he likes it. he likes not brooding when he is around you. he likes the distraction you offer.

you have no idea he's batman. he really plans to keep it that way. but he can't help but worry about you. you're the clumsiest person he's ever met. tripping over your own feet, bumping into doorframes. and honestly, he's scared to leave you on your own.

it's one of the reasons he can't tell you who he is. it's better this way to keep you safe.

tonight, you're on bruce's arm at a gala. a famous goodwill bruce wayne party. the dress you wear is a soft red, hugging you so tightly you think you might pop. but bruce likes it. he makes that clear with one hand on the small of your back, thumb brushing along any exposed skin. it sends goosebumps crawling down your spine.

he's guiding you around party-goers, and you're stumbling along, your heels causing you great grief. "can't even walk straight, dear?" he whispers to you in a voice only meant for you. his arm wraps around you completely, and you're basically floating along with him now, barely walking at all.

one of your hands grasps onto the back of his suit jacket, legs skimming the ground. bruce twirls you so you're in front of him, one arm remaining wrapped around your back securely while the other searches for your hand. you're confused until you hear a camera snap and shutter behind you.

bruce was always one for appearances.

and then he is dancing with you, and you are struggling to keep up. you cling to him, heels hurting your feet. a step on his foot makes bruce's hand tighten against your waist. but he doesn't comment as he spins you around. the bottom of your dress flares before going to rest against the tops of your thighs once more.

"eyes on me," bruce insists when he catches you trying to look down at your feet. just to make sure that you won't step on him again. but he won't have that. bruce demands your attention, and he demands your eye contact.

what you don't understand is that bruce is only trying to help you stay steady. looking at your feet will only cause much more problems. so he holds your hand tightly in his own, chin coming to rest on top of your head. "just follow my lead."

you're grateful that you aren't the only two dancing. it feels easier this way. if you mess up, you'll just keep going. bruce won't let you embarrass yourself especially in front of the camera. strong hands slide down your waist to rest on your hips, offering a small squeeze that has you stumbling. you look up at him through those pretty eyelashes that he adores, and bruce can't help but want to tease you. he offers you that small smile of his that only you can see and dips his head down to kiss the corner of your lips.

you squirm against him, a shy smile of your own appearing as you step back away from him. your insides are twisting, feeling almost as clumsy as you are in this moment. you trip as you step back, and bruce is leaning forward to catch you once more. "i didn't mean to scare you," you can tell he's teasing, so you pout.

"you're not being fair," you manage, a blush spreading steadily across your face as you nudge him with your elbow. bruce never seems shy when it comes to pda. you almost envy him for it. the truth is, you're so clumsy sometimes because he makes you shy.

you're starting to think he's doing it on purpose. like he might know just what effect he has on you. bruce dips his head down, lips brushing your neck in a way that has you tensing from head to toe. there's something about his grip that demands submission, a warning for you to not move away from him again. bruce is stable as he slowly dances you to the edge of the room. away from any lingering eyes.

only once you're a safe distance away from everyone else does he slightly incline his head. "think you can make it up the stairs without falling?" he teases, a promise in that smile of his. you open your mouth. close it again. you want to say yes but you aren't so sure that would be truthful. bruce doesn't wait for you to answer before he's pulling you along, towards the empty hallways.

he's kissing you, hands pressed against your hips, your back pressed against the wall. his lips are warm against your skin, hands calloused as they caress every curve, every dip. bruce's grin has you literally weak in the knees, and when he's pulling you towards the familiar path of his bedroom to escape this party, you trip on the carpeted floor and land on top of him with a thud and a huff.

staring up at you, bruce offers a lazy grin. "all you had to do was ask."

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Hey pal, may i plz request a nightwing drabble about him cooking breakfast for his s/o like his parents (and Alfred) used to do for him??🥹❤️‍🩹

--gwen

omg this is precious i hope i don't disappoint warnings: none unedited 452 words dick grayson x reader in which dick tries his best to cook you breakfast and everything goes wrong

dick grayson is a loving boyfriend. he tries his best in everything he does, and usually he excels. he doesn't struggle much to pick up new things and retain them. but you made him exceptionally nervous, and he didn't always do well under pressure.

he had woken up early to cook breakfast for you in the hopes of impressing you. nothing too fancy, just his special pancakes. dick figures he can't mess up pancakes of all things. he's proven wrong the moment you stumble your cute self out of bed, the blanket wrapped around your shoulders and dragging across the floor.

dick whirls when he hears the softest "dickie?" leave your lips, batter spilling out of the bowl he was holding and all over his slippers. he curses softly, stepping out of the gooey mess and making his way over to you. "in the kitchen," he croons when you poke your head into the doorway.

you have that morning hair that he loves so much, and the bed is calling to him again, seductive whispers to just hold you and cuddle you back to sleep. but he's determined to make you breakfast even if half of it is already spilled across his feet.

"go back to sleep, my love," he insists, though you do no such thing, settling down on the bar stool in the kitchen. you're a heap in those blankets, but you're out of the way, so dick opts to let you remain. when you don't answer with words but instead a muffled hum, dick only offers a small smile before going back to whip up some more batter.

you're sat watching him work, focusing on the flex of his shoulder muscles as he stirs, eyes drinking him in like he was your morning coffee. no, you will never get tired of ogling dick in the morning. the soft sound of sizzling has your attention turning to the pan, batter being poured into it at a steady rate.

it only just now occurs to you that dick is making pancakes. you're sitting there, swinging your legs, lost in thought when dick turns around with a plate in his hands. and slips on the batter in the floor, tumbling straight to the ground. you stifle a laugh as you hop off your stool, crouching in front of him with those ridiculously adorable eyes of yours. dick thinks he might stare into them forever if his pride (and hip) wasn't so bruised.

"are you okay?" you offer, soft hands cupping his face, and he think he might purr it feels so good.

"i ruined breakfast," he manages softly, disappointed.

you only smile and kiss his head. "come on, let's make some more."

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hi! i saw you're taking requests and i'm craving a little jason todd fluff, what about them playing uno?

thank you for being my first anon 🙏🏻 please feel free to keep requesting 💕❤️

warnings: none <3 unedited

406 words | jason todd x reader

jason todd leaned back in his seat as he watched you, one leg folded over the other. he had a hefty stash of colorful cards settled between his fingers and a permanent scowl on his face. you knew it was only from his competitive spirit and not from a genuine annoyance.

“i think you’re cheating,” he accused as he picked up two more cards, both of which seemed to be no help at all. you rolled your eyes, but couldn’t help the smile tugging on your lips.

“you can’t cheat at uno. it’s a game of luck.” you insisted lightheartedly as you placed another card down, cards hiding that smile of yours. jason was getting sick of this game.

admittedly he might be a bit distracted. you were over there with your cute little bottom sitting in that chair. so close but you’d insisted you wouldn’t let him kiss you until he’d beat you at a hand.

it had been at least three by now.

jason was ready to tear his hair out. “uno,” your voice was a purr, a taunt ringing in his ears. he huffed as he placed down another useless card, a familiar pout only you ever got to see spreading across his face.

you placed down your last card and jason threw his head back in defeat, a groan leaving him. “you’re killin’ me here, doll,”

you batted those pretty eyes lashes at him, looking like you hadn’t just schooled him 4 times in a row. “come on, one more time,” jason insisted, ever eager to earn that kiss.

another round in and he’s already up to his eyes in cards. how did you do it? how did you sit there and smile all pretty at him while you still managed to wound his ego with every new color placed down? not that jason really minded. you were still such a sight to look at.

clumsy fingers tossed down another card, and finally he sighed. “uno,” five rounds in and he thought he might be close to earning that kiss. you had no cards to play, and jason finally set his last one down.

“i guess you earned it,” you pouted as you leaned across the table, hands bracing the wood beneath you. you pecked his lips and retreated but not before jason could wrap his arms around your waist and pull you into his lap.

“where do you think you’re going?”

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master list.

･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

DC

JASON TODD ERA.

drabbles. light it up

uno

NIGHTWING ERA.

drabbles. breakfast

BRUCE WAYNE ERA.

drabbles.

puppy love

oneshots. clumsy! reader

TIM DRAKE ERA.

LEGEND OF ZELDA

RESIDENT EVIL