#*walked and my pajama shirt makes me sweat sooo much and it was still dark and i'd almost slipped on the ice which would actually have

[liinos]

the way my head is spinning trying to plan out my fucking day today... i need to stop agreeing to things and also my neighbors need to stop having their dogs eat and go out and such at the same time

[escapewithbts]

Drunk Proposal - Namjoon

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“Are you sure you can’t come out tonight, baby?” your boyfriend Namjoon asked, coming into the dining room of your shared apartment in a pair of black dress pants and an open white button down shirt.

You sighed and looked up at him from your computer. After 2 years of knowing him, the sight of him dressed up still made the pit of your stomach warm and your heart flutter. It also didn’t help that he had been working out so much, and his chest was toned more now than ever.

“I wish I could, Joonie. I just have so much work to do. This final isn’t going to take itself, you know!”

Namjoon came over to where you were sitting at the table and placed his hands on the back of your shoulders, massaging them gently. You moaned softly.

“Does that feel good baby?” he asked.

You rolled your head back and closed your eyes.

“Ohhh sooo good.”

Namjoon leaned down so his face was right next to yours. You could smell his woody cologne, feel his warm skin next to yours. He moved your hair out of the way and gently started to kiss your cheek, chin and moving down to your neck.

“Mmmm,” you moaned again at his actions.

“Hmm maybe I shouldn’t go out tonight,” he cooed into your ear between kisses, his deep voice and lingering breath causing goosebumps to appear on your skin, “I can stay here and keep you company…”

You turned to the side in your chair and smiled at him, running your hand through his soft light brown hair.

“We both know what will happen if you stay in, Mr. Kim. Then I REALLY wouldn’t get any work done.”

Namjoon chuckled then winked as he stood up straight so he could button his shirt.

You watched him intently.

God he was attractive.

Once he was finished he leaned down to kiss your forehead.

“I’ll miss you, (y/n). It’s not as fun when you’re not with me,” he pouted.

You grabbed his large hand in yours and gently swung it back and forth.

“You’ll have fun. Just occasionally think of me and all the fun I’LL be having at home, all alone, studying…”

Namjoon stepped back and placed his hands on his hips teasingly.

“Hey now you’re making me feel bad for leaving you!”

You laughed.

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding! I’ll be fine! Go have fun with the members and management. And you look handsome as always.”

Namjoon leaned down once more to give you a kiss on the lips.

“And you are beautiful.”

You scoffed. Yeah, your hair a wavy mess, your glasses on, in sweats and no make-up…

“Good luck with your work, baby! I’ll text to check in! Don’t wait up for me, okay?” Namjoon called while walking into the kitchen to grab his keys, phone and wallet.

“Okay! Have fun, Joonie!”

“I love you, (y/n)!”

You smiled.

“Love you, too!”

Then you heard the front door open and shut, and with that it was just you and your work.

 *

 Six hours later, around 2:30am, you were still focusing intently on your studying. You were exhausted but almost done, and you were determined to finish since your finals were the day after tomorrow and you could never be too prepared.

Just as you were closing your laptop for the night, the sound of the front door shutting startled you. Namjoon must be home. You hadn’t heard from him the past two hours and figured he was probably having a good time.

“(y/n)?!” You heard him call from the kitchen. Then you heard a crashing noise and Namjoon say, “shit!”.

You rolled your eyes and shook your head, but smiled. Looks like the god of destruction was home.

“I’m in here, Joonie!” you called back to him.

Namjoon stumbled into the dining room entryway and smiled upon seeing you. You immediately realized he had had way too much to drink.

“Hi baby!!! I can’t believe you’re still up!” he slurred.

Drunk Namjoon was a rare sight, but luckily you knew how to take care of him. You chuckled.

“Joon, come here,” you got up and walked over to him where you placed his long muscular arm around your shoulders. He reeked of alcohol.

“I can walk, I can walk!” Namjoon protested, but he didn’t let you go.

You shuffled him into the living room where you unbuttoned his shirt and pants, then slid them off until he was only in his underwear. Then you gently made him sit on the couch.

“I’m going to get you some water and I want you to drink it all, okay?”

Namjoon shook his head and looked up at you with droopy eyes.

“I’m not thirsty,” he said.

You headed for the kitchen.

“You may not be thirsty but you should drink it anyway!” you told him.

When you got back into the living room Namjoon had switched his position so he was now laying on his back with his eyes closed. You tapped his shoulder.

“Here, sweetie, drink this water please.”

Namjoon sat up and took the water from you, drinking it in big gulps.

“Ughhhhh,” he groaned, squeezing the bridge of his nose between his eyes, “why is the room spinning? The room is spinning.”

You chuckled and rubbed his face.

“Yeah, I’ll bet it is. It will stop soon, I promise. Just lay back down.”

He did as you told and closed his eyes again. You left the room to go get some sheets, blankets and a pillow since you figured he probably couldn’t make it up the stairs to the bedroom tonight. You also grabbed the bathroom trash can, just in case he got sick, and refilled his water glass.

You tucked the sheets and blankets around him and placed the pillow under his head. Then you placed a gentle kiss on his lips and ran your hand through his hair.

“I’m going to bed, Joonie, okay? Get some rest. Let me know if you need anything else.”

And just as you were turning to walk away, Namjoon’s hand grabbed yours.

“(y/n) baby… thank you,�� he mumbled in a half drunk, half asleep daze, “you’re so… amazing. You take such good care of me.”

You smiled.

“You’re welcome Namjoon-ah. It’s because I love you.”

“Mmmm I love you too (y/n). So much,” he was speaking so low you could barely hear, his eyes still closed, “I think... I mean… I want… fuck,” he stuttered.

You chuckled.

“Go to sleep, Joon.”

“No, (y/n), wait,” the stern urgency in his voice made you nervous, “I want… to…I want to marry you. Soon. Really soon. Will you please marry me?”

You stopped dead in your tracks and your heart started pounding against your chest as your palms got sweaty.

“Um... what?” you squeaked, dropping his hand, “You’re… you’re drunk, Joonie, you don’t know what you’re saying.”

Namjoon shook his head.

“No, I do, I’m not that drunk. I want to marry you.”

You sighed and shook your head.

“Look, I’m exhausted, could we just… talk about this in the morning please?”

Namjoon sighed and laid his arm over his eyes.

“Yeah, okay,” he mumbled.

You stood there for a few moments in silence, watching Namjoon’s chest rise and fall and contemplating what he had just said. What if he was serious? He was really asking you when he was inebriated. No, there’s no way, he definitely was not going to remember this in the morning. But how did you feel about that? Were you relieved or disappointed?

Namjoon’s sudden snores snapped you out of your thoughts. You sighed, turned off the lights and headed upstairs to bed.

 *

The morning light streamed through the curtains of your room. You hadn’t gotten much sleep; the thoughts of what Namjoon had said made you over-analyze all night.

You sat up and rubbed your aching eyes. Then you hopped out of bed and went into the bathroom to retrieve some pain killers which you figured Namjoon would definitely need.

Your heart was beating fast as you descended the stairs and entered the living room.

To your surprise, the sheets, blankets and pillows were folded and stacked neatly at the end of the couch. Namjoon was nowhere in sight.

“Joonie?” you questioned loudly, “Where are you, love?”

You walked into the dining room and kitchen, but he wasn’t there either.

You went to the table where he normally kept his wallet and keys, but neither of them were to be found.

Where would Namjoon have gone this early?

Then you spotted a note laying on the island in the middle of the kitchen. In Namjoon’s messy handwriting it said,

‘Good morning (y/n),

Went out to get some coffee and breakfast. Be back soon.

Love, Joon’

It surprised you that Namjoon would even want breakfast considering how hungover he must be, but you shrugged and went back upstairs to start getting ready for the day.

“Baby! I’m home!” Namjoon yelled up to you about half an hour later. You had finished your makeup and hair but still wore your pajamas.

Namjoon met you at the bottom of the stairs. Despite looking like absolute shit, his hair was a mess, there were bags under his eyes, he still smiled wide when he saw you.

“Good morning, my beautiful (y/n),” he said softly, taking you into his arms. You buried your face in his chest and inhaled the wonderful scent that was your Kim Namjoon. You had never felt more at home than in that moment.

He pulled away and stared at you intently with his dark brown eyes.

“I’m so sorry about last night. I wasn’t planning to drink that much, it just kind of happened. And thank you, baby, for taking such good care of me. You’re so good to me, you know that?”

You smiled and stood on your tippy toes to kiss him on the lips as he held you at your waist.

“It’s okay, Joonie. And you’re welcome.”

Clearly he didn’t seem to have remembered asking you to marry him, and you couldn’t help the wave of disappointment that washed over you, but at the same time you weren’t surprised. He was drunk, and Namjoon always talked nonsense when he was drunk.

He beamed down at you and suddenly a huge dimpled grin appeared on his face.

“I got bagels and cream cheese for breakfast! Would you like one?” he took your hand and shuffled you quickly into the kitchen.

You giggled.

“Damn, Joon, it’s just a bagel. I’ll eat one when I eat one!”

Namjoon shook his head and squeezed your hand.

“But they’re the BEST ones! I got the best ones! From that one American shop you like!”

You shook your head and laughed as you turned away from Namjoon and walked over to the box of bagels sitting on the counter.

“Fine, fine, I’ll have a bagel. I don’t know why you’re being so persistent, they’re just-“

You stopped dead in your tracks as you opened the box and looked inside. There, sitting on top of a dozen bagels, was a dark red box with “Cartier” written on the top.

Your heart started feeling full and you picked it up with shaking hands.

“Oh my God,” You breathed out.

You turned back around to find Namjoon right in front of you leaning down on one knee.

Your hand went over your mouth in shock as he gently took the box from you and smiled wide.

“(y/n) I love you so much. Last night when I witnessed the way you took care of me despite how much work you did and how late it was… that’s when I knew for sure I wanted to marry you. You are so wonderful to me, you take care of me and tolerate me… but most of all you love me for me and I love you for you. I want you to be mine forever, and I want to be yours forever. For real this time, will you marry me, (y/n)?”

He opened the box and inside was the most gorgeous ring you had ever seen. It was simple yet special, just like you and Namjoon together.

You nodded vigorously, tears forming in your eyes.

“Yes, yes, I will, of course!”

Namjoon’s smile got wider as he placed the ring on your finger and then stood up to kiss you passionately.

You pulled away, a huge smile on your face as well. You held your hand out as Namjoon held you.

“Look at this ring! Joonie, I love it.”

Namjoon scoffed.

“You better! It took me an hour with a hangover to pick it out this morning.”

You laughed and placed your hands on his cheeks, admiring his dimples and handsome face.

He pulled you close again, so every inch of your bodies were touching and gently swaying back and forth.

“I love you, (y/n).” he whispered into your ear as he held you close.

“I love you, too,” you paused and pulled away with a cheeky grin on your face, “And now I get to take care of drunk Joon for the rest of my life!”

You both laughed and the kissed passionately once more.

[redhoodieone]

It’s Cold in Here

A/N: This was totally random. I’ve been sick this entire weekend with my allergies and this idea just kept bothering me even when I wanted to work on other projects. So, I decided just to write it out. I don’t really know how I feel about it other than it’s pretty dark and serious and I’ll continue it if people want it. [And this takes place after Batman Arkham Knight, since I love the game, and I believe Bruce should have stayed as Batman and I don’t really care for Tim and Barbara being together].

Summary: Dick Grayson and Y/N have been together for three years but have been best friends since they were teenagers. Y/N believes Dick is her true love, and that the two of them will be together forever but Dick has been distant and cold lately; and he’s clearly hiding something. Y/N is determined to figure it out, but the secret is worse than she’s ever imagined, and if anyone ever found out Dick’s private and public life would be destroyed. But what would you do when the love of your life doesn’t want to be with you anymore? How far would you go for love?

Couples: Dick Grayson x Y/N, Jason Todd x Y/N.

Mystery couple: Dick Grayson x ?

Warnings: Smut and language. 

My body is on fire. Every time he kisses me, I feel as if my body will explode like a firework. But it’s always been like that with dreamy, charming Dick Grayson.

Anyone who knows him can say Dick is sexy. I mean, the guy’s got a fine ass and when he’s dressed up as Nightwing, it’s like I can cum in my panties on the spot. But of course, he’s just kind, sweet, and loving to me. Everyone who knows him can say he’s a friend to them, and Dick says everyone is a friend of his.

But I can’t think about anything else other than his long thick cock ramming inside my pussy at a pace I didn’t know Dick had in him. Every time he thrusts into me, I can feel the carpet burn on my lower back. I grip his arm, and I arch my back because I don’t know how much longer I can take.

Even though having sex on the floor in his bedroom is hurting my back, I wouldn’t object to sex since it has been two weeks since we fooled around. The only problem I find with this quickie is how far apart I feel.

I know my hands are all over his fit and toned body. I know my eyes are staring into his bright blue eyes. I know I can reach up and tug his messy dark hair; just the way he loves it.

But no matter what, I know we’re not here together.

First off, we’re not even completely naked. All Dick has done is lift my skirt up and push my panties aside. My top is moved up so I can show off my breasts confined in black lace.

Two, he insists we must hurry and be quiet, so his family won’t know what we’re up to. (Even though he’s twenty-four, and I’m above the age of twenty).

And three, he is so determined to go out on patrol with someone.

I sit up and kiss him. Our kiss is hard and short, since Dick’s panting more. Sweat covers our foreheads, and I accidentally let out a long moan.

“Y/N…can you please be more quiet?” Dick asks. He doesn’t even try to hide his irritation at me.

“I’m sorry, you’re just making me SOOO good, Dick,” I whisper desperately.

Dick then sits up on his knees where his jeans are bunched up and begins to thrust harder and faster. He must want to finish up quickly, and I would complain about it, but my orgasm is coming now.

I whimper as quietly as I can. The sensation of his hard cock rubbing against my sensitive spot, and the way his hand holds my waist is enough for me to let go. My pussy drips out my own juices onto his cock, and I bite the back of my hand to silence my moans. Dick continues to pound me until he shuts his eyes and whispers something so quiet that I didn’t quite catch. He rests his head on my shoulder, as he slowly pulls out of me.

The quickie fulfilled everything I needed. Dick sits up and disposes the condom in his trash, as I quickly pull down my skirt. He zips up his pants and wipes his forehead from the sex sweat. We then just look at each other, and I immediately wonder what he’s thinking about.

“I love you,” I tell him. I mean every word.

“I love you, too.”

Dick gently takes my hand and leads me downstairs. I know he takes his patrolling seriously, because even I help out sometimes despite Dick’s plead for me to stay out of the vigilante life. I know all of them are going to leave after dinner, and I suppose I should be at my own place, too.

I see Alfred in the kitchen cooking dinner. Bruce, Tim, and Damian are in the living room watching the news. Bruce instantly notices me at the bottom of the staircase.

“Hello Y/N, it’s nice to see you here. Will you be staying over for dinner?” Bruce asks politely.

“Actually I –” I begin.

“She has dinner plans already, Bruce,” Dick cuts in, and smiles at everyone.

Tim smiles kindly. Damian rolls his eyes at Dick. “T-t. How rude of you to speak for your girlfriend, Grayson.”

“It’s fine. I actually do have dinner plans,” I insist, despite Dick’s behavior confusing me even more. “I’ll see you all tomorrow.”

I say my good-byes, and as I say good-bye to Alfred, he frowns at me but gives a small wave instead. I immediately wonder what’s wrong with him, but I know I shouldn’t ask questions when it’s clearly not my business.

Dick walks me out to my car. Before I get in, we see Jason pulling in on his bike. In his dark leather jacket and pants that define his thighs, I can see why Jason is a heartthrob to most women.

Jason Todd.

How do I even begin to explain him?

Crazy.

Wild.

A dork underneath it all.

And good looking.

I scold myself for thinking about him, but Jason’s wicked smile already finds mine.

“Not staying for dinner?” Jason asks me.

“No, I…already have plans,” I say.

“She does. Maybe next time,” Dick says, before he kisses me passionately in front of Jason. I can feel Jason watching, and I know for a fact that he doesn’t like us together. Dick pulls away and smiles at me. He pushes a loose strand of my hair behind my ear. “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you, too. Where are you even patrolling tonight?” I ask curiously.

“B wants us to look around Ace Chemicals and other warehouses since he’s so convinced Scarecrow is up to no good. He thinks another Arkham Knight situation is going to happen again,” Dick explains.

“And once again, you fuckheads just can’t let it go,” Jason scoffs.

I glance up at Jason, who’s leaning against his bike with his arms folded. The ‘J’ scar on his cheek used to make him self-conscious and hate himself a lot, but knowing Jason since he was Robin, I can tell he’s grown up to realize he’s sexy no matter what, and he actually admires the scar because he thinks it just makes him look tougher.

“Jay…” Dick warns seriously.

“What? I’m just saying, I still got the costume. I’ll go put it on now if you all want a reenactment or some shit,” Jason explains.

I giggle. Sometimes Jason is just too much. “I think we’re good, Jay. If anything, wear the costume on Halloween and scare the shit out of everyone. They’ll think it’s happening all over again,” I suggest.

“I’ll keep that in mind, babe,” Jason smirks, and winks at me.

Dick chuckles and hugs me tightly. His arms hold me tightly to his chest, and I can feel myself melting in his warmth and scent of cologne that smells woodsy and citrus like.

“Call me when you get home,” Dick says.

“I will. Be careful tonight, okay?” I tell him seriously.

“Always, sweetheart.”

I get into my car. The second I drive off I try to ignore the nagging thoughts in the back of my mind. But deep down, I know it’s getting cold between us.

An evening of a bowl of ramen noodles, I try to find an interesting show on TV but come to find nothing can even keep me distracted from thinking about Dick. In just my plaid pajama pants and a t-shirt of G.U (Gotham University) from Dick, I remove myself from the couch and decide to suit up to go surprise Dick.

Because when was the last time we patrolled together?

It must be at least a month since we’ve worked together because he’s been angry and worried about me getting hurt.

Because would he really mind if I showed up to surprise him?

Of course not! Dick loves surprises.

Slipping into my y/s/n’s costume, I quickly shoot my grapple and fly across my apartment building, so I head over to Ace Chemicals. Once I land, I see it’s completely deserted with no one around.

I frown, and I wonder if I misheard Dick or something. Reaching into my utility belt, I pull out my cell phone and I see an unknown text message was sent to me. Carefully opening the unknown text message, I raise my eyebrows at it.

Go to Dick’s apartment.

I freeze, and I wonder if I should reply or not. But my curiosity wins.

Who is this?

It doesn’t matter who I am. Do you want the truth or not?

I bite my bottom lip. The right thing to do is to show Batman these text messages. The right thing to do is to not go to Dick’s apartment because it could be a trap.

But my curiosity wins again, because this is about my boyfriend.

I race over to Dick’s penthouse in Gotham City. He usually never stays there, because he’s either at Wayne Manor where Alfred feeds him or he’s at my place. I slowly and cautiously land on his balcony, because a strange feeling of trespassing and fears eats away at me. The second I reach the glass doors; I notice they’re open enough for me to sneak in quietly.

I remember Bruce’s training: silence, awareness, and guarded. Slowly and carefully, I sneak towards Dick’s bedroom.

The stillness around me becomes all noise.

Skin on skin slapping.

Grunting.

Wet noises.

Moaning.

Groaning.

My body tenses. A shiver runs down my spine. My feet drag me to the doorway, and I can see my naked boyfriend behind someone.

No.

No…

Wally West?

Fucking Wally West?!

The redheaded boy who has known Dick since they were back in Titans is fucking my boyfriend.

I completely freeze at the scene before me. Dick is fucking Wally. All I can do is watch, since I’m completely horrified and shocked at how my boyfriend’s hard cock is slamming hard, deep, and fast into Wally’s ass, and there’s Wally, who’s a moaning fucking mess. The way their muscular bodies collide just shows me how this isn’t the first time they’re doing this.

Before I can think or do something, Dick pulls Wally by his red hair and kisses him.

The way he kisses him is full of…passion.

Love.

A kiss I don’t remember Dick ever giving me.

Dick pulls away and grins at Wally. “I love you, Wally.”

“I love you, too, Dick but come on…fuck me like you mean it, dude.”

They just continue fucking…making love…or whatever the fuck they’re doing. I finally regain some strength and sense to leave.

The second I make it far away from Dick’s penthouse. I rip off my mask and I scream.

A scream so loud and full of pain I never thought I would feel ever.

I cry, and I realize I haven’t cried in so long since I’ve been so happy with Dick.

My phone vibrates in my utility belt, so I pull it out and realize it’s the same unknown number from earlier. I quickly wipe my tears away to see the text message.

Now you finally know.

If you knew, then why didn’t you ever tell me!!!! I text back angrily.

If I did, you’re saying you would have believed me? With what evidence?

Why are you doing this? Why are you talking to me? Why did you even tell me this?

Because a beautiful girl like you deserves to know. What you won’t believe is who knew about this and never told you.

I stare at my cell phone in fear. People knew? Who knew?

Those around you have lied to you. They kept secrets from you. And you know what? I want to apologize on their behalf, because while you were seriously in love with the first Robin, they obviously never cared enough about you to see you as an equal. But trust me, what Dick has done is unforgivable, and when you’re ready to get even, I’ll be in touch.

Do I even know you? I reluctantly text back.

No, but your former better half does.

I return home with not only a broken heart, but a desire to just fall and die. The second I get home; I take off my costume and I climb into bed. The images of Dick and Wally in my head won’t stop. I roll over onto my side, and I quickly get on BatFamBook.

Jason is online.

I need his humor more than anything.

I send him a private message: Please tell me something funny, Jason. Anything.

Y/N, are you okay? Did something happen?

If I told you, you wouldn’t believe me. I don’t…can’t talk about it right now.

Is Dick there?

No, he’s out on patrol. I decide to lie for my boyfriend, except I don’t know why.

He’s out on patrol? Bruce ended up sending me, Tim, and Damian to go look around. Dick asked for the night off after you left. He said he was going to be at your place. I thought you knew???

No. I’m alone. The tears start burning my eyes.

I’m on my way.

Should I continue?