#Tim is definitely under the bed trying not to laugh

[boopjuice]

Danny's out wandering the mansion looking for Damian. The smallest in the family has a wicked collection of swords, and he figures Sam would like to learn how to use them, so if he learns a few moves here he can teach them to her when he goes back! Because he is going back. This is just temporary, until everything with the GIW calms down, and his parents don't hate him for being a half a anymore, and his friends aren't being monitored for contact with him, when reaching out won't endanger the people he loves back home and the people he's growing to care for here, and all of that is definitely going to happen soon, right? Yeah, it has to! His parents can't hate him forever, even if they tried to capture and experiment on him, even if they said he wasn't their son anymore, and... and it would be soon! Right... Soon... He could go back soon... Ancients, he hoped he could go back soon.

He hasn't even realized that he'd stopped walking, just standing in the middle of a parlor staring at nothing. He missed Jazz, and her stupid nagging on him about work-life balance. He missed Sam trying to get him to eat healthier all the time. He missed Tucker always bantering with him. He missed his parents, and their well meaning gifts of ghost protection, even when they didn't work it talked about how awful ghosts were. He missed Amity. He missed his rogues, as odd as it sounded. At least they were familiar. If he hadn't gotten adopted kidnapped by the Wayne kids, he'd still be living in a barely functional apartment struggling to pay rent and thanking every Ancient he knew of that he didn't need to eat or be warm. His core ached to be away from home, and there was just so much that felt wrong.

Bruce was exhausted. Penguin had his people out all over the city last night to try and throw him off the trail of some statue that was supposed to be sold for charity two months ago that had conveniently found its way to Gotham in a "lost" shipping container. He'd been running around all night trying to find it, and he honestly just wanted to go get a couple hours of rest.

The clock in the library slid open and he stepped out, hearing it slide shut and click softly into place. He just had to make it through the parlor, up the stairs, and down the hall to his room. Other than that, there was nothing between him and a well deserved nap.

Except, of course, the kid his children had been "hiding" from him.

Danny stood with his back to Bruce, shoulders hunched and unmoving. Bruce wasn't sure the kid was breathing. The only noise was the occasional soft pat as something wet hit the carpet in front of the kid.

Bruce hadn't been trying to be quiet before, if Danny was truly lucid he would have heard him coming and hid. But he just stood there, crying. Bruce hadn't been able to get a good background check on Danny, only able to figure out the town he came from before running into the worst firewall he'd ever seen (it was damn near alive with how quickly it adapted to getting hacked). But the kid was alone, he'd clearly run and wound up in Gotham. Whatever caused that couldn't have been easy in the poor kid. So Bruce stepped on one of the very loud, very creaky board in the floor.

Danny flinched spinning towards Bruce. He should have known better than to dwell on his home out in the open. He was an unknown guest here, who knew what would happen if he was caught, and if Bruce Wayne looking dead at him was any indication he most certainly had been.

"Hey, Tim. Sorry, didn't mean to startle you." Bruce pretended not to notice the red in Danny's eyes, or the tear tracks on his face. It was easy enough to call him the wrong name, he and Tim did look pretty similar. Danny remained silent, just gave a little wave.

"You alright? You were just standing there for a little while. I tried calling you, but you didn't answer me." Shit, how long had Bruce been there? He had to be about to figure Danny out, realize that he didn't belong. He could only hope Tim didn't wander through the door right now and pray to the Ancients that Brucie Wayne really was just that clueless.

Bruce took a slow step closer, the way he would for a scared child on the street. Danny didn't relax, but he wasn't shrinking away in fear. That was good. It meant he could be talked to, meant he would take a convenient out of it was offered.

"Are you feeling sick?"

Danny jumped on the opportunity, nodding his head a little and shifting his vocal chords around, making them sound strained and raw.

"A little, yeah." Bruce nodded and walked closer, placing a hand on his head the way Danny remembered his mother doing before stop it stop it don't think about that don't think about them

"You do have a slight fever, and you sound pretty bad. Let's get you to bed, and I'll have Alfred bring you some tea up, alright?" Danny nodded, and Bruce led him up to Tims room, making extra certain to hit the creaky stair so that Tim would have some warning to hide. He really didn't feel like having to play "which of you is Tim" right now, especially since Danny still seemed to want to stay hidden.

Tim's window was open when they made it to the door, a light breeze drifting through. Bruce walked Danny to the bed, tucking him in some before walking to the window his middle son had no doubt leapt through and shutting it.

"There. That should help keep it from getting worse. You just rest now, alright? And don't talk to much, you'll strain your voice." Bruce ruffled Danny's hair, and he counted his lucky stars that the rumors of just how clueless Brucie Wayne was were all true.

"Feel better, Tim," Bruce said, closing the door and walking to the kitchen. He knew Tim would be back through the window soon, if he wasn't under the bed or in the closet, and those two would probably have a laugh about Bruce being unable to tell his children apart from a random stranger living in his house, and that was fine. Tim had been laughing and smiling more, no doubt enjoying the feeling of sneaking something without getting caught.

"Alfred, could you get some tea for Tim? He's feeling a little under the weather."

"I see. Is Master Damian in the house?"

"Not currently, no. Two cups should be fine, for when our guest sneaks back into his room through the window." Alfred simply raised a brow in good humor.

"Of course, Master Bruce. Sleep well." Bruce chuckled and turned to leave the kitchen.

"Thanks Alfred. If we have any, I think Danny'd like a tea from Amity Park to help with the homesickness."

DP x DC

So we've all seen aus where Danny gets adopted by the Batfam because, let's be honest, he's a textbook case of a Bruce Wayne adoptee. But what if we took that, just slightly to the left? Instead of Batman adopting Danny, the Batkids do. Now, the reason why Danny is in Gotham can be whatever you want(I'm partial to reveal gone wrong or an accident happens so he leaves as to not become Dan) but one by one and completely coincidentally(or so they think, maybe Gotham helps push them together) Danny befriends each of the Batkids.

He meets Tim at a coffee shop(maybe he works there) and they bond over the insane amount of caffeine they like in their coffee.

He meets Daimian at some vegan place that Sam would just love if she were there and tho Damian refuses to say it there's something he finds endearing about this street kid who seems to have no clue who Damian is but smiles at him regardless and engages in some surprisingly pleasant conversation about places that serve vegan food or vegan options.

He and Duke have a class together in school and he meets Barbara while studying at the library. Or maybe Duke invites Danny to join a study group and that's how he meets Babs and maybe Cass and Steph too.

Maybe he meets Dick as Nightwing and they bond over their love of puns.

Jason can be met as either a civilian or as Red Hood, but the second they get within a certain range of each other, they get this feeling tugging them towards each other. Some 'I don't know why but I need to go this way' type feels. Jason calls it instincts, Danny can tell this feeling is coming directly from his core. They literally run into each other and immediately get this overwhelming feeling of 'same same like me'.

He ends up growing close with them all individually so when they eventually realize that 'hey, this new friend we've all been talking about is the same dude', well of course they have to keep him. So they all work together to sneak him into the manor(read: kidnap) and get him set up in one of the many unused rooms. And the fact the Bruce was off on a business trip when they did it made it wonders easier, they would definitively have got caught if he was around.

So now Danny is a stow away in this mansion that all his new friends apparently live in and he just kinda goes along with it cuz 'hey, they're nice and he gets somewhere to sleep rent free and the food is to die(again) for'. And yeah, they're the kids of the best detective in the world, they're gonna be good at hiding their tracks(they have to be or they would never get away with anything) but Alfred knows everything that goes on in the manor. He takes one look at this child and just accepts it. He allows the children to believe they are deceiving him but helps them out subtly by accidentally making extra food at meal times.

And if sometimes they want to hang out with Danny in the house they do his clothes and hair like whichever kid he resembles the most and so long as he doesn't talk nobody can tell the difference.

And maybe when Bruce comes back from his trip he figures it out immediately but he doesn't say anything because like hell he's gonna turn away a child in need. Instead he just silently fills out the adoption papers so he's ready when the kids eventually decide to reveal Danny's presence to him.

[eclips-moon]

Batboys finding you sleeping in wierd places headcanon:

Damian Wayne

"Bro, you can't keep doing this." Damian finds you sleeping in the weirdest spots, and he's lowkey over it. One time, you're passed out in the Batmobile, snacks everywhere, legs hanging out the door. He just stands there, staring at you like you're the most chaotic thing he's ever seen. “How do you even fall asleep like this?” But of course, he’s not gonna leave you there. He rolls his eyes, adjusts the seat, and tucks you in (very dramatically) like, “Don’t make this a habit.” He’s not mad. He’s just... concerned? But mostly shook by your ability to sleep anywhere.

Tim Drake

“I literally told you to stop drinking so much coffee.” Tim finds you asleep everywhere—face down on a stack of papers, in the middle of the Batcave, on top of the Batcomputer. He doesn’t even act surprised anymore. He’s just like, “Well, I warned you.” One time, you’re passed out on the couch, snacks everywhere, and Tim picks up the coffee cup you definitely spilled while napping. “I love you, but this is chaos,” he says, brushing some crumbs off your face. "Next time, please at least use the chair." He leaves a note with your next coffee: “You’re welcome.”

Dick Grayson

“You’re so cute, but like, also... why???” Dick finds you asleep in the kitchen, spread out on the counter like you’ve been hit by a truck. He can't help but laugh, but also he's lowkey impressed that you managed to fall asleep there. He pulls out his phone and takes a pic (because of course he does). “I’m definitely showing this to everyone,” he says, not even hiding his grin. You wake up mid-photo, trying to act like you weren’t drooling, but Dick just chuckles. "Gonna frame this one." You’re like, “Please, no,” and he’s already texting it to the group chat.

Jason Todd

“You’re literally doing this to mess with me, aren’t you?” Jason finds you sleeping everywhere—on the floor, under the Batmobile, sprawled out on the roof. He’s got that annoyed big brother vibe, like, “You’re going to get a crick in your neck,” but the second he sees you all cute and dead to the world, he can’t help but sigh. One time, he even gently picks you up to move you. You wake up in a daze, and he’s like, “I didn’t sign up for this. But you look adorable when you're asleep, so whatever.” “No need to carry me, I’m fine,” you mumble. “I’m doing it because I have no choice,” he responds.

Duke Thomas

“How do you even sleep like this?” Duke is actually concerned when he finds you sleeping in random spots, but at the same time, it’s kinda funny. One time, he finds you passed out on the floor of the training room, head on a punching bag like it’s your pillow. He’s like, “You... you okay? How does that even happen?” He sits down next to you and gives you a little nudge. “You’re making me look bad, you know that? I’m over here trying to be all cool, and you’re taking naps in the middle of the Batcave.” He laughs but also kinda adjusts you, “Next time, at least use a pillow or something.”

Bruce Wayne

“You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?” Bruce, being Bruce, finds you sleeping in the weirdest places—and honestly, he’s just not even shocked anymore. One time, you’re passed out on top of the Batcomputer, legs dangling off the side like you’re part of the furniture. Bruce just stares for a second before doing the whole “I’m-not-angry-I’m-just-disappointed” thing. “Please don’t sleep in here,” he says, carefully moving you to a more... comfy spot (probably your bed, but he’s not gonna say that). He tries to keep it chill, but there's definitely a dad vibe. "You could’ve at least stayed on the couch." You wake up, confused, and he’s like, “Just... don't fall asleep in the Batsuit next time.”

[glamourscat]

Literally love your Tim Drake works 🙏 so good to see him get some hype!!

Can I please request Tim Drake with Gn!reader teasing him about essentially being his sugar baby? Not using him obvi, but like as a broke college student myself, I know he would simply not be able to witness our conditions without stepping in. Idk if he's ever canonically gone to a dorm, but I think explaining the concept of having to wear a "shower shoe" to avoid communal shower fungus would be enough for him to just buy you an apartment for the next 4 years 😭 or looking in the fridge only to see the takeout box, bread, and ketchup combo cause groceries are toooo expensive 😭 The "damn bitch you live like this" meme personified

Sorry this became off-topic ramble-ly lol I just think it's funny how stressed he would be by his partner's early 20's ✨ broke era✨

a/n: when I tell I saw the request and immediately my fingers started writing😭 loved this! thank you so much, I hope it’s what you were looking for <3

cw: slightly suggestive towards the end

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“For the love of—babe?” Tim’s voice rang through your college dorm room.

You looked up from the bed where you were working on some assignments, meeting his eyes as he crouched near the mini-fridge under your desk.

“Yeah, hun?” you said, eyebrows furrowing.

“What in the actual hell is this?” he exclaimed, holding up a few boxes of Chinese takeout and random half-open sauce packets—most definitely “borrowed” from fast food joints and restaurants alike. His face was a mix of shock and genuine concern for you.

“Ah, yeah. That was my dinner yesterday, my lunch the day before yesterday, and my breakfast… yep,” you said casually, shrugging as you went back to your work.

After all, it’s not like you’re the only one in this situation. Sure, you would have preferred to eat a proper meal, but broke students have to survive somehow, right?

“Babe… you are seriously surviving off of scraps? This can barely keep you fed, not to mention the—” he stopped as he looked over at your desk. “Now what in the hell is this?” His voice was slightly high-pitched as he stared at the shower shoes on your desk that you had forgotten to put away before he came by.

“Those? You’ve really never seen shower shoes?” you said with a hint of an amused smile. “Those are shower shoes, Tim. I use them in the communal showers since we don’t have individual ones. To avoid getting shower fungus or athlete’s foot, ya know? Stuff like that.” Your words were so calm, so… like you were used to it.

Tim stared at you with his eyes almost bulging out of his skull, genuinely trying to make his last remaining brain cells understand how this way of living was even possible on college grounds. But more importantly, how the hell were you supposed to live like this for the next four years?

“Where are you going?” you asked, confused, seeing him rush to put his jacket on.

“Put your jacket on. We are going to look at apartments right now. I think I caught something just by thinking of you living here for the next four years, malnourished and worst of all, using communal showers. What if something happened to you? Yeah, fuck that, c’mon” he said frantically, almost dragging you out of your dorm by the hand as you tried not to laugh.

“Don’t you think you’re overreacting—”

“No,” he cut you off. His expression was almost comical in how genuinely frantic he was. But, despite that, it was also cute seeing how much he cared for you.

“Tim, I know you’re concerned but, I mean—an apartment is a big thing. I—”

He stopped, turning you to face him in the empty hallway. His hands rested on your waist. “I have the money. You can’t live like this. Let me help my lover, okay? I will still do it, you know that. If not now I’ll gift you an apartment for Christmas since it’s around the corner.” His voice got lower. “Besides, we certainly can’t do anything in here, one moan from me—”

“TIM!” you said, flustered, a small embarrassed chuckle escaping your lips.

“What? It’s the truth. Everyone will be all up in our business…” he whined quietly as he got closer, his soft lips leaving a warm kiss on your neck.

“Besides—” he whispered in your ear, causing shivers to run down your spine, “I can’t sneak in with my Red Robin costume here. And you bet your ass I’m coming over after patrol so we can be together. Soooo, an apartment it is,” he hummed proudly, leaving another kiss, this time a soft peck on your lips. He pulled back with a soft smile that just made you want to squeeze his cheeks for how cute he looked.

“Still, I mean…” you sighed softly. “I feel like your sugar baby, hun,” you said half-jokingly.

“Yeah?” he said with a cheeky twinkle in his eye. “Then that just means I need to spoil my baby more. That’s the bare minimum I can do after all hmm?” He wrapped his arm around your waist, keeping you close as you two walked off giggling to yourselves like fools, yes, but fools in love.

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[hecallsmegirlieee]

back to you ༊*·˚

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synopsis: it’s been 3 months since timothée left to film DUNE 2 and you are rotting alone at your apartment. he was supposed to be gone for one more week but he decided to surprise you

*18+, minors DNI, sexual themes & references, romantic dynamic, established relationship, consent

« What are you doing now? », Tim’s voice echoed from the phone to the empty, cold walls of your apartment. You smiled sweetly watching his face light up the screen.

He was out, walking - the sky above his head and buildings circling him. Sunbathed curls entangled with the wind as his eyes scanned the road.

About three months had passed since Timothée left to film Dune 2 and you could feel the slow decay of flesh and bones. The colours of the walls were fading, turning dull without him around and the temperature had fallen so abruptly, no one had warned you about it.

You missed Timothée unfathomably - everything about him; his goofy laugh that always brought a smile to your face, his hair that glistered golden under the sun and the way he pulled the curls out of his face, his eyes changing colours with the weather and you pointing that out, his nose running aimlessly to your shoulder when you were laying on bed together or his fingers tracing softly your skin. You missed the conversations you had, your long walks around the city with his hand holding tightly your shoulder or wrapping around you, to have you close. Your late-night car rides when you’d blast your favourite songs on the radio or you’d go to a McDonald’s just because. You missed having him in your apartment, walking around as if it was his own, staying there for days and suddenly remembering that he had a home too. You missed watching TV with him, reading with him, sharing earphones with him, cooking with him, eating with him, waking up with him, sleeping with him... Everything. 

« Nothing... », you mumbled, nuzzling better on the couch. Your face leaned on the pillow and you took a deep breath, inhaling Timothée's scent from that old t-shirt you wore and belonged to him. You weren't sure where or how you found it. It was old, so old, and it had a huge hole under one armpit that could easily be filled by another hand, but you didn't care because it smelt like him and it brought back memories from when you first met. « Watching TV... and missing you. »

« You miss me? », he asked again, the grin on his face reaching his ears. You closed your eyes and nodded. Timothée looked at you before his stare moved back on the road. You breathed out again, more dramatically this time, trying to catch his attention. 

« You have no idea how awful it is without you. Everything is too quiet. »

« Are you implying that I’m loud? », he frowned.

« Well, you are loud, american boy. » Tim laughed, lightly shaking his head not to smile any harder.

« One week... », his eyes fell on you noticing the way your cheeks perked up and leaned down to press a kiss on the screen. He missed you too, terribly - more than you could possibly imagine. His life was as dull as yours - maybe even more so because the only thing he had that reminded him of you was some pixels trapped on a phone screen and a necklace he took from you, ages ago, for good luck and ended up becoming more his than yours.

« One week, » you repeated his words with a hint of melancholy. It had been almost three months but time didn’t pass any less torturous, no matter if it was hours, days or weeks. You raised the phone high in the air so your neck wouldn’t hurt. « The bed misses you... And the couch... » He shut his lips, trying to hold onto his smirk. « The bathtub too. »

« Aw, tell them I miss them. The floor too. »

« You don’t miss anything else, you materialist? »

« Nah, » Tim gave you a look making your lips fall into a downwards curve. « Oh wait, you thought that I missed you? », he furrowed his brows playfully. You pouted and pulled your t-shirt up to cover your mouth.

« Definitely not hurt, Chalamet. Definitely not hurt, » you made him smile. Timothée shook his head before his eyes caught a glimpse of what you were wearing and suddenly frowned curiously and leaned closer to the screen. His forehead and eyes covered the screen for a moment, and you wanted nothing more than to pull away those few curls that concealed his eyes.

« Is that mine? », he asked amused and surprised all at once. « It's mine. » Your lips stretched into a big curve, letting the t-shirt hang back down. You shrugged in response before hugging yourself.

« Ours, » you mumbled.

« Ours... », he repeated your words. « For real though, that shirt is disgusting. I’ve had it since I was like twenty. »

« Don’t care. Where are you now? », you frowned bringing the phone impossibly close to your face to take a good look at his surroundings but all you could see was a sky and a mass of buildings that all looked the same.

« Em... on the road, going back to the hotel… I was out for coffee, » Timothée replied, eyes focused on the road waiting for the traffic light. When he noticed the screen getting brighter from your cheeks that were swelling with happiness, he had to glance back down at the phone. « What? »

« Oh nothing, » you smiled. « Are you at the hotel now? », you asked. He just grinned making the curve on your face grow bigger.

« No, not now. »

« What about now? »

« Not yet, » he chuckled.

« Now? »

« Nope, » he shook his head. You took a deep breath eyes still focused on him.

« Okay... », you mumbled. « What about now? »

« Not yet! », Tim raised his voice letting out a silly sound. You squinted your eyes watching the sky being replaced by a beige-colored ceiling.

« Now? »

« Okay, yes, I’m in now. You can stop being annoying, » he brought his face close to the screen so that he was the only thing visible to you. Your smile made him beam back at you. « Hey, baby, I’ll have to turn off the video for a minute. » You frowned in confusion.

« Okay... », you said reluctantly as you stared at the black screen. « Is there something you don’t want me to see, Timo? » All you heard was him panting and the echo of his shoes clapping against the stairs.

« Maybe, » he chuckled but you narrowed your eyes curiously.

« What are you hiding from me? », you murmured, hearing him laugh through heavy breaths.

« You’ll see... »

You just stared at the ceiling, waiting for him to turn the video back on, but the sound of the doorbell caused you to frown in confusion. Your eyes turned to the door questionably.

« Someone’s on the door, » you mumbled sceptically.

« Are you waiting for anyone? », Timothée asked.

« No... », you shook your head trying to think whether you had invited anyone just to trick your loneliness and ended up forgetting it. « Okay, wait, I’ll call you in a sec- or maybe call me when you get back to your room. »

« ‘Kay, love you! »

« Love you, » you left the phone on the kitchen counter and slowly moved to the door while fixing your hair to look somewhat presentable.

Curious, you quickly grabbed the handle and peeked your head, before letting the door swing open. Your eyes snapped wide in surprise and you could feel your heart skipping beats and your mind going blank.

« You should really check on the eyehole first. » You stayed on the door frozen, a frown of shock drawn on your lips until your mouth hung open. You raised your eyes only to meet Timothée’s silly grin that brought back the smile on your face. « Surprise? », he opened his arms.

Without a second thought, you threw yourself in his arms, hugging him so tightly that he almost lost his balance and took a few steps backwards. The coldness that had taken over your body was replaced by such a lovely warmth. Timothée kissed the side of your head and laughed at your reaction.

« What are you doing here? », you asked, loosening your hands and letting them rest on his neck.

« Thought I’d surprise you, » Tim smiled back. You ran a hand through his hair, noticing that it had been cut quite a bit since he left, and then pressed a kiss on his mouth. « Finished early, » he tilted to catch your lips. « Missed your face. » His fingers held your cheeks as he leaned down so that his forehead could touch yours. You beamed, still in utter disbelief, before you intertwined your lips together. « I missed you, » Timothée murmured with a small laugh as he took you into one last hug.

« I can’t believe you’re here... », you just held him, until he released his arms and you took a step back. He chuckled watching your surprised expression and motioned his head to the door.

« Let’s get inside, » he beamed and you nodded, a huge grin forming on your face.

« Let me help you with that, » you bent down to catch his bag but he pulled it off your arms.

« No, no, it’s okay, baby. »

The apartment suddenly changed temperature and colours the moment he stepped inside. Everything missed him and everything was happy he was back.

You leaned on the door just watching him put his bags aside and take off his coat. His eyes wandered around to see if you had made any changes but you hadn’t. Timothée gave you a sneaky glance as he took off his shoes which only made you beam brighter.

You loved him and you missed him and you didn’t want him to leave you ever again. But you were still too shocked to react. Your brain was stuck still, couldn’t think of anything. It was like waking up from a dream, too stunned, too confused, too out of place and time.

He stood up to come over to you. You smiled warmly as he held your face and you rubbed your cheek on his palm to make sure this wasn’t just a fragment of your imagination. And when you did ensure yourself, you pressed a kiss on his skin.

« I was thinking about you every second of every day, » you murmured softly and then looked into his eyes as an afterthought, watching memories sneak out.

A sudden silence broke between you - not an uncomfortable one. It was just that silence spoke better words than you did.

His free hand brushed against yours and his fingers slyly tried to sneak into your palm, until the inside of your hands hugged one another and fingers tangled together. You hadn’t held hands in such a long time.

His smile slowly faded as his stare stayed on your lovesick honey look, hand tracing back the skin of your face. You raised your head until your noses brushed, his hot breath fanning over you, and you felt so soft, so calm and safe that you sank into happiness.

Timothée pressed his mouth to yours, closing the void that existed between and inside you. His tongue gently traced over your lips, awakening a sensation you hadn’t felt in a while.

Your arms looped around his neck and tugged him closer, his mouth moulding against yours. He felt your lips softer than he could remember and kissed you deeper, hungrier, nipping at your bottom lip and making your mouth part with a breathy sigh.

And as his scent travelled into your head, you started to lose control of yourself and you gave up truly and completely.

Timothée let his tongue slide inside your mouth, desperate to taste you, to feel your skin. His hands slithered down the curves of your body and held your hips so firmly that you could feel his thumbs clawing you.

A strained moan faded in the air. Your fingers fidgeted with the end of his hair, soft and silky, as your lips clashed, and grabbed a handful of those curls you had missed so much. And when he groaned and whined against your mouth, you found yourself losing control over your body, falling completely under his spell.

« Timmy, » you whispered as his head buried into your neck, pressing hot open-mouthed kisses against the skin. « Are you tired? » Timothée chuckled and shook his head.

« No... », his voice came out breathlessly.

« No? Are you sure? »

« Fuck yeah, I’m sure. »

Cool fingers that were dug under your shared t-shirt moved to the curves of your bottom and held your hips, pulling them up until your legs clawed around him and you gasped before letting out a small laugh that made him smile.

He couldn’t part his mouth from yours as if you were magnets that were impossible to separate - not until your back touched the mattress of your bed, your hair tangled in a terrible disarray, with chest heaving.

Tim panted heavily as he hovered above you, completely covering your shrill form. You leaned back on your elbows watching him with a glint in your eyes, taking off his t-shirt eagerly, before his mouth fell on your neck. His fingers searched for the hem of your t-shirt and tried to pull it up.

« Off, » he breathed out against your mouth, causing a wide grin to stretch on your face.

You brushed a hand through his hair and pulled the curls out of his face as he crawled in between your legs and pressed greedy kisses on your collarbones. His fingers moved up to cup your bare breasts making you gasp when he looked up at you with a sneaky smile and his kisses slowed in the line of your chest.

« Did I surprise you? », he mumbled, tongue touching your skin, making you gasp for air. His hands lined the curve of your waist as wet lips fell on your soft spots. Timothée pressed his lips lower and lower till they reached your belly before raising his gaze at you again. You closed your eyes and nodded. « Yeah? », he smiled sheepishly.

« Yeah, » you murmured.

You fiddled with his curls as he crawled lower, sliding down your pyjama shorts and tossing them somewhere on the floor. 

« Off, » Timothée murmured, biting his lips impatiently. Your eyes stayed on him until they fell on the silver necklace that was hanging around his neck and it used to belong to you. You just touched it.

Tim breathed a satisfied laugh as he let his mouth touch your skin, lips gradually falling down until his fingers traced your underwear and he chuckled against you. 

« Shit, » he mumbled glancing at you with a smile that made you grin through shaky breaths. « I missed you, » Timothée said. « I couldn’t wait to get back home to you. » Your heart nearly skipped a beat when he called your place his home too. He looked up at you. « Yeah, I mean it. » Your stare glued on him, unable to move away, watched the way he slid your panties down, off your legs and spoke soft words to you. « It had never been this long, » he parted your legs and kissed the inside of your thigh.

His mouth travelled to the apex of your thighs and you tried to hold onto your moans, reaching for his hair and tugging him closer. Tim grinned again, fingers hugging your waist and then your bottom. His lips wrapped around you, setting your body on fire and cutting your breath, while sucking and rolling his tongue inside you before one hand trailed down your skin and slowly replaced his lips. Fingers sunk deep into you, pushing past your folds, brushing and curling, making your mouth part open and your head fall back.

When he thrusted his fingers back in, your mouth fell agape in a silent scream, head light and nerves ablaze. Your body tensed as you jumped up in his hold and then fell, completely slack onto the bed. 

Timothée pulled his fingers out and leaned down until his tongue touched your folds; licked you, tasting you with a sharp inhale. He moaned against you at the sound of you breathlessly calling his name and he gripped your thigh sinking his fingertips into your skin.

If it wasn’t for his own ache that had almost brought tears to his eyes, he could’ve stayed between you for as long as you let him. But not being able to hold any longer, he pulled back to catch his breath, wiping his mouth with the back of his palm, and took off sweatpants and trunks altogether.

You watched him full of longing and pleading, with mouth gasping for air, before reaching over to replace his hand with yours around his throbbing erection that was already smeared with silver liquids. 

A blissed out expression was drawn on his face as his head tilted and his Adam's apple moved, struggling immensely to swallow the overflow saliva.

Timothée’s arms shook as he hovered above you, burying his head into your neck, and groaned as you slowly stroke him, squeezing at the tip and rolling your thumb through the slit.

« Fuck, » he panted. His eyes fell on your face, mind fogged with pleasure, as strangled moans and hushed gasps left his mouth agape. Your lips trembled watching him like this. You pressed your mouth on his, guiding him inside until he buried himself in you.

His jaw clenched, breath heavy, waiting for you with eyes closed. You kissed his jaw and his neck before cupping his face. That’s when his gaze fell on yours.

Your lips almost touched as he hovered over you, inches away, brushing the tender skin against each other, agape and wet. You breathed each other in, let the other inhale the air, the strained moans the one was eliciting from the other.

« My sweet boy, » you said with a smile and pulled back his dripping hair. « He’s back. » His lips twitched a curve upwards and eyes glanced away from you. Your thumbs tried to weep the drops of sweat off his chin and his nose, and you pulled his curls behind his ears to take a better look at him. Tim looked at you strained with a smile of effort and feverish red cheeks. « I missed those eyes, » you tented your head and pressed a kiss under his eye. « And that nose, » your mouth followed the curve, before your thumb brushed his lips. « And those lips… You’re so cute when you look away, » your hands caressed the skin behind his ears and then fell down on the nape of his neck.

« I missed being so close to you, » his eyes skimmed down your bodies. « You don’t know how much I wanted to be here. »

« You’re here now, » you kissed him and pulled him closer until your chests brushed against each other.

Timothée groaned in your ear as you glided your hands over his back caressing him slowly. You could feel his muscles pulling and flexing with every thrust, his body panting and his breath hot in you.

Your lips seared into every part of him they could find; lips, forehead, nose, hair, as his face dug into your neck, while whispering his name again and again like a prayer, like something holy.

He panted harder once you found rhythm and he slammed deeper into you, skin slapping against skin, harsher, and his hands tried to hold your face tenderly as he breathed against your cheeks and heard you moan the most soul capturing sound he’d ever heard when he hit that spot again and again.

« Fuck, Y/N, » you heard him rasp as the kisses became longer, lingering lower on your face till they reached your red-hot ear and you could hear him curse all sort of things.

Your shadows casted by the blinding lights of the sun loomed over you on the walls. The shadows danced, three times bigger, mirrored your every move forming a dark-figure painting over the walls of the apartment.

Moves that were full of reverence and strange carefulness turned sloppier and faster, until tremors shook your body, until you whined and pulled him impossibly close, until he as well reached the crest of his pleasure and in unison you climbed and lunged into the climax.

And you could feel yourself spasming around him as the desperately jolting of his hips gradually stopped. Eyes half-lidded, too heavy to lift them, too blissed out to control. Faces disfigured by throws of passion, contorted in an utterly beautiful, bordering on painful, grimace.

Timothée gulped and breathed heavily against your neck. His chest panting against yours as hot liquids ran between you.

« Fuck, » he gasped and you smiled while pulling his hair back.

Sweaty and a mess, you finally separated. He rolled off your chest, onto the bed, onto his back. Your stare seemed to be searching the ceiling, watching the sun breaking through the curtains. And he looked at you, twisted his soar neck and measured your naked form with utter acclaim and pride. Slowly, your breaths evened.

« Fuck that was good, » he pressed a sweet kiss on your neck.

« Welcome home. »

[drugsorgasmsandcheese]

trouble, j. miller | chapter two

mob!joel miller x fem!reader

chapter summary: your first shift at apocalypse lives up to the standards that you hoped for, and you work your charm on everyone there. money and validation never hurt anyone, and you definitely didn’t mind it.

chapter warnings: alcohol consumption, food consumption, uh oh curse words, joel miller being a “power to the people, stick it to the man” man (we believe in that over on this blog), reader & dancers shake ass bc they can, google translated spanish 😍, no beta again, AND DID SOMEONE SAY JAVIER PEÑA!?

word count: 2274

also can u guys start asking me to be on this taglist by either bribing me or threatening me idk i think i’d just like to see “add me to your taglist or i’m gonna be under your bed at 9:03pm”

(series masterlist)

when you step outside of the changing room, you head over to the snack drawers. you may have eaten before you arrived, but turning down free food was a sin in your eyes. you settle on a pack of hot cheetos and some trolli candy before sitting in a high chair and allowing lucy to do your makeup.

lucy was a lovely woman. she told you the basics about her, how she’s trying to save money so she can buy her first apartment, the name of her cat, etc. and, jesus christ, lucy was good at make up. her shade match was amazing, the blush and contour sculpted your face well. the eye make up was a smoked out black wing, with purple eye glitter on your eyelids. your lips were glossy, pouty, and fucking sexy, if you did say so yourself.

“lucy, i want you to know that if you ever decide to dump your boyfriend, i will be right here waiting for you.” you take another look at yourself in the mirror. “i look so hot i want to fuck myself.”

lucy giggles, and the two of you join adele, who runs you through everything you need to know. when she gets to the hourly pay and tips, your mouth drops in shock. “damn, didn’t realise joel was such a socialist.”

adele and lucy laugh. “baby, he pays everyone here good.”

lucy nods. “dancers get their money from customers and an hourly pay too. he treats us all good, it’s why we all like working here so much.”

you get to know some of the women whilst you’re there. you dance with them, they teach you some moves that are part of their routines, you sing with them. in all honesty, a lot of time hadn’t passed and you felt like you would defend these women with your life.

a knock sounds on the door, and adele opens it to find joel standing there. he beckons you with his hand outstretched. you give your goodbyes to the girls, dramatic as ever but you would miss this moment between you all, even if they did say you could drop by this room any time you want like the other female waiting staff did.

you join joel’s side, his hand going onto your lower back again as he guides you to another room.

“kitchen. head chef is joey,” he points to an elder man with black hair and a slight stubble. he seems mean…you’ll fix that. “that’s quinn,” he points to a woman with blonde hair, “and that’s tim.” you look at tim. tim looks stoned. you think about joining tim to get high on your next shift.

“hi everyone!” you wave at them giddily.

“some guests like food whilst they’re here, ‘s why we have the kitchen. ask for something for yourself and they’ll whip it up for ya’ too.” joel checks his watch, and you don’t know much about watches, but it looks expensive and you unconsciously gulp. he’s rich, damn.

“i’ll take ya’ back up to my office so we can go over some stuff before we open.”

when you get to his office, joel offers for you to take a seat across from his. his chair, however, spins, and you’re much more fascinated by that instead of the boring sofa. you take a seat on the rotating chair and begin to spin on it. joel sighs, shaking his head like he was surprised by your behaviour thus far.

“need to go over the shifts you can do. now, i don’t want ya’ overworkin’ yourself or being too tired for your damn lectures. so tell me what shifts you can do for now, and we can go over the rest later.”

you stop your spinning and look up at him. “i can do weekend shifts at any time. um…i have a nine am lecture on tuesday and thursday. wednesdays i don’t have a lecture until three, and mondays and friday i can work after five.”

“alright, give me your number so i can arrange your shifts. you get paid in cash every week and you’ll collect it from my office at the end of the night.”

you smirk, lifting your index finger up to your lips and biting down on the tip. “my number? joel miller, you flirt! take me to dinner first, please.”

he says your name sternly, a warning. “give me your damn number and get outta here. damn trouble, you are.”

you giggle, writing down your number on a piece of paper and giving it to him, and taking an ipad that carries the menu on it, sauntering out of his office and heading back to the dancer’s room.

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at nine pm, the club doors open and you have your first group sat in one of the v.i.p. booths. a woman orders a sex on the beach, and the other orders a martini. you take the order down to the bar to gather the drinks and meet the bartender.

he introduced himself as javier, shaking your hand and kissing it gently, making you giggle. you knew you were going to get along with him very well.

as you wait for the drinks, one of the dancers comes over and talks to you. chelsea, her name is. a real blonde bombshell who you think would’ve been amazing in the barbie movie. she’s got a bubbly personality and a cute laugh. she tells you that she attends the same college as you, studying chemistry and physics.

you’re cut off when javier places your drinks on a tray and passes it to you. you give a little wave to chelsea as she is called to a booth to entertain the men.

“don’t be a stranger, mi amor.” javier calls out to you, and you giggle.

“and miss out on you? never!” you shout over your shoulder.

as you walk through the v.i.p. floor, you spot some of the girls and give your greetings to them, winking and grinning as they walk by. you make it back to the table and place the drinks down in front of the two women, and you gasp at them both.

“i just noticed your make up, holy shit! you girls are stunning.” your customer service skills deserves an award, and you’re forever thankful that you’re a massive extrovert and can get away with half the shit that comes out of your mouth.

the girls give their thanks to you, complimenting you back and you shrug them off. you were getting tipped tonight whether they liked it or not. you were hellbent on winning everyone over.

it’s when you’re putting in an eighth round of drinks that you feel a hand on your lower back yet again. you turn your head to see joel, looking down at you.

“need you in booth five.”

“alright, just gotta get these drinks from javi and some orders from the kitchen and i’ll be with you.” you smile at him, and joel walks away back to the booth.

you take your drinks from javi, and he doesn’t forget to give you some pet names in spanish, and you head back to one of the private rooms. you see a woman by the name of destiny dancing on a small stage with a pole as you give the men their drinks. she winks at you and you return it.

you place the drinks down in front of the men, taking your tray as you lean down and whisper to the closest one to you. “i’ll be back with your food, sir.”

and you return within five minutes, having won over the entire kitchen staff with your undeniable charm. you arrive with two large plates of nachos that the three men share between themselves. one of them slips you a hundred dollar bill, and you blow a kiss his way as you leave the private room.

men were too easy sometimes.

you enter the soundproof glass door of booth five, stepping in and pulling out your tablet. “any drinks i can get for you guys?”

a bald headed man orders a jack and coke, one with a skin fade orders a budweiser and you had to do a subtle double take on him because men in their thirties have skin fades? huh, you learn something new everyday. you look at joel and he shakes his head. “i’m alright, darlin’.”

you smile at him, placing the orders through on the tablet. “i’ll be back soon. let me know if you need anything else.”

as you walk up to the bar, you smile at javi. “oh, my beautiful husband. how i’ve missed you.”

javi looks at you and smirks. “ah, mi pequeña esposa, you’re back. what drinks do you need?” {my little wife}

“jack and coke and a budweiser.” you respond, resting your arms flat on the bartop and placing your head on it as you watch jack make the drinks, your tablet sat right next to you. “javi, what’s the weirdest drink you’ve had someone order?”

“bloody mary with passion fruit liquor.” he grimaces, as do you. what kind of sick fucks were drinking bloody mary’s anyway? and you can make a bloody mary worse? ew.

“i wanna see a drink named after me on this menu one day.” you take the drinks from him as he chuckles.

walking back to the booth, you balance the tray on one hand whilst the other opens the glass door. you place the drinks down in front of the two men, giving them sultry looks as you do.

you were going home with benjamin franklin tonight. you were determined.

as you stand back up and move closer to joel’s seat, you could feel his eyes on you, and when you looked at him, he seemed to be hiding back a smirk, picking up on your games. and it works, as both men slip you a few hundred dollar bills that you tuck under the strap of your bra to stash away later.

“anything else i can get for you gentleman tonight?” when they respond with a ‘no’, you feel a light tap on your thigh. brown eyes meeting yours, he gestures for you to come closer, and you bend down so his mouth is next to your ear.

“little shit.” he whispers, and you chuckle, standing back up to your full height and leaving the booth.

the only time you return to joel’s booth is to take away cups and refill drinks. you don’t hear much of the conversation that happens because, quite frankly, you don’t care. the bald guy and the one with the skin fade keep slipping you bills and that’s enough to buy your silence and curiosity.

you return to some of the private rooms, getting drinks for guests and dancers, but during the final moments of your shift, you’re sat at the bar talking to javier. you learn that he’s been friends with joel since high school. they’re practically brothers, and although they weren’t related, they do look alike…

“shithead.” joel’s voice calls out, and you can only assume he’s referring to you due to the choice in nickname.

“that better be meant as an endearment or i will be snitching to my pops.” you say as you walk over, blowing javi a kiss as a means of goodbye. “he may be in his sixties but he can still put a crow bar to use.”

joel rolls his eyes and guides you back to the dancer’s room. you open the door halfway before he decides to speak: “wait around here for a bit and i’ll come get you. i’ll be taking you home so make sure you’ve got everything.”

you pout playfully. “well, aren’t you just a sweetheart.” and your words cause him to roll his eyes again.

“get in there, ya’ little shit.” and he gently pushes you in.

for the next two hours, you and the girls spend your time dancing to some 2000’s r&b. you and chelsea end up whining on each other, and you all collapse by the time ‘smack that’ has finished, giggling away among yourselves as adele is highly entertained by your energy.

a knock at the door sounds, and you can tell it’s joel. you grab the clothes you wore before your shift started, and when you open it, joel is stood there carrying your bag.

“ya’ got everything?”

“you sound like a divorced dad who has joint custody over his daughter. yes, i have everything.” joel sighs at your comment, rubbing the space between his eyebrows which causes you to giggle.

“bye guys!” you wave goodbye to everyone as you and joel leave the building. he unlocks his black porsche and you hop in the front, shivering slightly at how cold it was.

joel notices this, turning on the heated seats as he drives you home to your grandparents. when you’re outside your house, joel stops you from getting out. “i’ll text you your shifts. my number is strictly for work.”

“got it, text you whenever i want. bye joel!” you shout, running out of the car and unlocking your front door, heading straight to your bedroom so you can take off your make up and finally be comfortable.

you fail to notice how joel’s car doesn’t drive away until he sees you’ve entered the house, and that you safely got to your room when your bedroom light turns on. you don’t see how he smiled at your little comment, shaking his head as he drives away.

oh, you were trouble, alright.

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a/n: reader tormenting joel and him just tolerating it is my ideal relationship

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[wolfjackle-creates]

Bad Reveal AU Chapter 2 Part 2

As promised! Here's the compilation of every snippet I've written for the 1000 follower ask game. I added an additional 300 words to the end to round out the scene.

Story Summary: Danny loves the Waynes, loves living with them. After the GIW, after his parents, he never thought he'd be able to have this again. A family, a home.

Then he overhears a conversation.

The Waynes aren't just the Waynes. They're the Bats, part of the Justice League. And the Justice League works with the US Government. The same government that runs the Ghost Investigation Ward.

It was all a lie.

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Word Count: 2.6k

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Three days later and they were all ready to tear their hair out. Barbara had found nothing new on the Fenton parents, even after Tim and Bruce joined her in the search. Apparently everything about the Fentons had been hidden behind the best digital security they had ever seen. Everything except the basics. And the firewalls were so good that they were almost invisible which is why no one had noticed them before.

Danny’s room lacked any sort of clue. They opened every drawer and went through everything they could find, only for nothing even slightly unusual to turn up. Definitely nothing like the bizarre energy weapon he’d used.

Jason had asked around as Red Hood to see if he could find any leads on the weapon. But every rumor lead to a dead end.

They could find nothing that might lead them to the people who wanted to hurt Danny. And Danny never came home.

Dick was currently in Danny’s room, again, trying to find anything. He was under the bed searching for hidden compartments in the frame or box spring when sharp footsteps sounded in the hall. A moment later, Alfred cleared his throat from the doorway.

“Master Dick! I believe you were instructed to leave the cave so you could rest.”

Dick pushed himself out from under the bed and sat so he was leaning against the bed frame. He flashed a dazzling smile. “Sorry, Alfred. I just had the idea to check the bed frame for any hidden messages or compartments. Wouldn’t have been able to sleep without doing it.”

Alfred sniffed. “We have already been over every inch of this room. You will not find anything new and you know this.”

Dick sighed, letting the smile drop away, and rubbed his face. He looked down at the carpet as he picked at it. “I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep. I just keep seeing his face. He was certain we were going to hurt him, Alfred. My own brother. How could I have failed him so badly?”

Alfred’s shoes came into view as he walked further into the room and sat next to Dick. “You haven’t failed him, Master Dick. And you know that. His fears were his own; based on experiences from before he ever joined this family. And we did not know there were problems to address. But we do now and I have full faith that you will solve this and bring Master Danny back home.”

“I wish I had your optimism, Alfred.”

“Then I shall just have to have enough for the both of us. Now, if you insist on being useful, Titus could use his afternoon walk. Normally Master Bruce or I take care of it…”

“But with B injured and the house full, you’ve got enough to handle. I’ll take care of it, Alfred.”

“Thank you, my boy. Now, help an old man up.”

Dick laughed; it wasn’t sincere, not truly, but he knew it’d make Alfred feel better. “Don’t even pretend you can’t get up on your own.” But he still did as requested and helped Alfred to his feet.

“When you’re my age, you will know what troubles I face.”

“Sure, Alfred. Now, where is Titus right now?”

Ten minutes later, Dick was outside in the late spring sun throwing a tennis ball for Titus. The dog was delighted with the game.

He rather felt like it should be raining or overcast or something. Not a balmy spring day with birds singing and bees buzzing in the clover. Danny was still missing; it shouldn’t be a nice day.

His next throw went much farther than he planned, and Titus bounded away.

Dick groaned and collapsed to the ground. He threw an arm over his eyes as he bit back his tears. Everyone was relying on him to hold it together. Damian was on a hair trigger and he was the only one who could keep him in line consistently; Tim was sunk deep into his research and barely surfacing for another energy drink every few hours; Jason and Bruce couldn’t be around each other for more than ten minutes without someone starting to yell. Duke was spending more and more time on patrol trying to find any information on the meta angle.

And all of them came to him to complain about the others. His family needed him. He couldn’t fall apart.

When a shadow fell over his face, he cracked open an eye expecting to see a cloud covering the sun. Instead he screamed and jumped to his feet as he came face-to-face with Clark.

“Warn a guy next time!”

Clark, the bastard, just laughed at him. “Hey, Dick. Didn’t expect to find you here.”

Before he could reply, Titus returned, ball clenched proudly in his mouth. “Good boy,” said Dick as he petted him. “Ready to go back inside?” To Clark, he said, “Most of us are staying at the manor right now. What brings you here?”

“We’re worried. Bruce called in saying he had an injury that would prevent field work for a few weeks. At the same time, Tim told Kon he’d be unavailable for Young Justice missions until further notice. And Damian canceled a sleepover with Jon with no explanation. So I made two of Ma’s pies and decided to come over for a visit. What’s going on?”

Dick sighed. “Danny’s gone. He discovered who we were.” He let out a hysterical laugh. “And apparently thinks that because we work with the US government it means we were just pretending to like him to gather information so we could turn him over to someone who would hold him against his will and torture him.”

Clark landed and pulled him into a hug. Dick clung on tightly. “Why does he think that?”

Dick shrugged and, reluctantly, pulled away. “Apparently his parents betrayed him once already. I think…” Dick closed his eyes and whistled sharply. “Come, Titus.” He held onto Titus’s collar and began walking away from Clark towards the manor. “We think he already has experience being held and tortured. And that it was his parents fault.”

Clark’s sharp inhale proved his horror at such a thought.

“Yeah. So now Danny’s gone and we have no idea how to search for him. Did B tell you he’s a meta? We knew he had some powers, but clearly we missed some because now we suspect invisibility, density shifting, and flight. So we’re trying to find the people who want to hurt him. But we keep hitting walls!” Titus whined when his grip tightened too much. Dick winced and let go immediately to pet the dog. “Sorry, Titus. You’re such a good boy.”

Clark draped an arm around his shoulders. “Well, why don’t you take me to the cave and you can go over everything you know. Maybe a fresh pair of eyes will help.”

Dick shrugged. “Couldn’t hurt. And maybe seeing you will remind Bruce he knows how to do more than grunt when people ask him a question.”

Clark winced. “That bad, huh?”

“Worse, if I’m honest. Danny shot him with an energy weapon before density shifting out of the cave. So now his newest kid is missing and he’s too injured to go out and search for him.”

Clark let out a low whistle. “Yep. That’ll do it.”

Dick pulled out his phone and opened the group chat. A quick text ensured everyone who was around would make their way to the cave. “I’ve told everyone to meet us in the cave. We’ll swing by the kitchen to get some plates and cutlery for the pie. Thanks for that, by the way.”

Clark ruffled his hair. “You know me, I’m too midwestern to show up anywhere unannounced without food.”

Dick gave a half smile, unable to muster up anything warmer.

Clark tried to keep up a stream of small talk as they swung by the kitchens to gather the plates. But Dick just couldn’t keep up with it. His mind was just too far away, on a young boy with blue eyes who loved hugs and had fit into the family so smoothly.

When they got to the cave, Tim didn’t even look up at the sound of the elevator doors opening. Dick followed his lead and ignored him, instead going straight to Bruce.

“You’ve got a visitor, B!”

Bruce only grunted and didn’t look up from his laptop.

Clark hid a smile. “I’m sure Alfred raised you better than that, Bruce.”

“Indeed I did,” declared Alfred with a sniff from where he was making notes in Bruce’s medical chart.

Bruce’s head whipped up at the sound of Clark’s voice and Dick bit his lip to keep from laughing. “Clark? What are you doing here?”

“Been worried about you and the kids, so I made some pie and decided to come on over. Kon and Jon are both waiting for updates as well.”

Apparently the appearance of Clark and Kon’s name was enough to finally drag Tim from the batcomputer for the first time in days. “Is Kon okay?”

Clark gave him a fond smile. “He’s fine, lad. It’s you—all of you—we’re worried about.”

Bruce looked away. “It’s Danny.”

Clark nodded and sat on the foot of the bed. “Dick’s told me a little. Let’s wait for the others to join us and you can all tell me everything.”

Dick checked his phone. “Babs said my text woke her up and don’t start discussions without her.”

Clark looked at him sharply. “Barbara is here, too? You really meant it when you said everyone’s been staying here, didn’t you?”

Dick shrugged. “Yeah, well, it’s Danny.”

Tim laughed mirthlessly. “Yeah, he’s the only one who all of us like pretty much all the time.”

Clark frowned as he looked around at the people gathered, but didn’t say anything.

Alfred bustled in with a chair. “If some of you would help me set up chairs for everyone? We might as well be comfortable as we talk and eat.”

“Of course, Alfred,” said Clark, seeming relieved. “Be happy to help.”

Honestly, with how many people were there, it only took a minute. Jason and Stephanie arrived just as they were finishing up.

“Duke messaged me,” said Jason. “He’s on his way back from patrol.”

“Damian?” asked Dick.

“I am here, Richard,” said the boy as he walked into the medbay. “I apologize for my tardiness. I was with Alfred the cat and didn’t notice your message immediately.”

Dick went to his side and ruffled his hair. He ignored Damian’s glare with years of practice. “Glad you could make it. Come on, let’s get you a slice of pie.”

“I’ll start slicing,” said Clark.

By the time the pie was sliced and everyone had a piece, Barbara had arrived.

“Where is Duke?” asked Bruce.

Tim pulled up the tracking information on his laptop. “Looks like he’s only twenty minutes out.”

“He’d’ve said something if he’d learned anything new,” said Jason. “I say we just start sharing now. He’ll be back before we get through it all.”

“Agreed,” said Bruce.

Clark nodded and looked around the room. Dick just knew he was cataloging how exhausted they all looked. “What can you tell me about what happened?”

“Daniel lost his mind and attacked Father,” said Damian.

“Listen here, Demon Brat,” argued Jason, “you know damn well that’s not what happened.”

And when Tim backed up Jason, it became a shouting match. Dick buried his face in his hands. A headache was forming and he knew if he tried to intervene, he’d just make it worse right now.

“Enough!” said Alfred when it became clear the others wouldn’t calm down on their own. “We will go over it one at a time. Master Richard, you may start.”

So Dick gave all the information he knew. When one of the others indicated they wanted to add more, he let them. Alfred made sure no one overstepped. Duke arrived partway through and described what he saw when Danny disappeared and used his powers.

When everyone was finally satisfied they’d shared everything they knew, Barbara pulled out a tablet to show Clark the footage of the confrontation in the cave.

“And you don’t know where he got that weapon?” asked Clark after he watched it twice.

“No clue,” said Tim. “We’ve searched his room a dozen times since then, but there’s nothing even remotely like it.”

Jason nodded. “And I’ve been asking around. No one I can find has ever heard of one like it.”

Alfred added, “Even I was unaware he was in possession of such an object.”

Clark hummed as he replayed the last few seconds of the video where Danny density shifted through the stone. “He brought it with him when he left.”

“You’ve thought of something,” said Bruce.

“Could he have hidden the weapon inside something? Like a wall or the floor?”

Bruce hummed as he thought. “Is that even possible?”

Dick shrugged. “We know very little about what he can and can’t do.”

“Want me to take a look at his room with my X-ray vision?” asked Clark.

Bruce nodded. “Please.” No one commented on the begging tone in his voice.

And for the first time in days, Dick felt hope rising in his chest.

“And do we have any idea what he meant by Jason being in trouble, too?”

Jason shrugged. “Probably has something to do with how I died. I’m apparently the only one who can sense Danny’s empathy, too. And I mean supernatural empathy, not the normal person kind.”

Bruce agreed. “I found the most information on Amity Park when I found my way to supernatural message boards. Zatana is looking into some things for me as well. But it always leads back to ghosts. Though why Jason alone is of interest when others in the family have also died is uncertain.”

“I see. Well, I suppose we’ll find out when you get him home. Who wants to show me Danny’s room? We might as well start there.”

Of course, no one was willing to sit this one out. The biggest argument arose when Bruce insisted on pushing himself to his feet. He refused the wheelchair Alfred tried to insist he use, but a raised eyebrow and pursed lips did get him to take the crutches.

Dick and Jason exchanged a smirk at the scene. Alfred always got his way.

So, the entire group made their way out of the cave and through the halls of Wayne Manor until Clark stopped in the doorway to Danny’s room.

He let out a low whistle. “Whatever his powers are, he can definitely hide things in other objects. He’s left a lot behind.”

“Can you tell what they are?” asked Bruce.

Clark shrugged. “Some of them. There’s another item that looks like that blaster he had. Some…rope? I think? A tool box in the floor. A case that’s probably lead-lined. And a lot of stuff that I just can’t identify. I mean, a random cylindrical object. Some rectangles, maybe external hard-drives?”

Damian stepped forward, gripping the handle of his katana. “Then we will smash the walls to see what he is hiding.”

Dick rushed forward to put an arm around Damian’s shoulders and stop him from doing anything.

“Indeed not, Master Damian.” Alfred gave the boy a level look. “We want Master Danny to have a home to return to. And what sort of welcome would he feel if he came back to a destroyed room? Master Bruce, Mr. Kent, I am aware you have other collegues who can density shift. Could one of them be prevailed upon to come and remove the items?”

Damian scowled and kicked at the floor. Dick bit back his smile. The kid really did care about their missing brother, whatever he said.

Clark nodded. “I’ll call J’onn, Alfred.”

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Part 3

Several of you guessed this is where I was going to take it the minute I introduced Clark. Didn't see anyone mention J'onn, though. (But that might be because I was sharing such small segments, so fewer people were speculating.) Let me know what you think!

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[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt for Cheshire behind the cut; Kon meets pink kryptonite and decides to fuck Tim and his boyfriend about it. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

Bernard is still dressed, but his body is warm underneath Kon’s and he’s holding onto him and wants him right where he is, likes him right where he is, and Kon would not move for anything short of an apocalypse right now. And he’s talking, like, a real apocalypse. Like, an all-hands-on-deck one. Not one that, like, just the League alone could handle. 

Fuck, he just feels so good. All . . . heavy, and melted, and . . . 

“I can see the usefulness,” Tim says wryly, giving Kon’s head an absent little pat like it’s a reflex before picking up his camera again and starting to look through the pictures in it as Bernard draws his hands up Kon’s spine in languid, appreciative strokes. 

And that. Kon feels . . . like that, too. Like something useful and appreciated, and something that’s a reflex. 

And that feels good too. 

“Spoken like a man who always wants to put me on pause when I wanna cuddle so he can work on totally not Bat-files,” Bernard teases, stroking back down Kon’s spine. Tim laughs, and Kon just stays heavy and floaty on top of Bernard without worrying about either the dichotomy of that or what Tim’s doing with the pictures he’s looking through or anything else, and Bernard skims a hand up the back of his neck and over the buzzed-down part of his undercut. Kon turns his head a little at the contact, not really on purpose, and vaguely remembers what a mess his face is right now. All . . . sticky, still. 

Much less vaguely, his skin prickles, and a low curl of heat blooms in his gut as Bernard’s nails curl against his skin. 

Which–Kon just got off. He can wait, dammit. Very definitely he can wait. 

Bernard curls his fingers again, and Kon feels just the littlest, little bloom of warmth in his chest, too. Though that makes a lot less sense than the more insistent one in his gut, and really just seems weird. Which, like–not the time to be weird right now. Or horny. Or weird and horny. 

He can absolutely not be weird and horny, Kon lies to himself, and then tries to lick some of the candy-sticky drool off his lower lip at the exact same moment Bernard reaches up to wipe it away with his thumb, and so instead he mostly ends up licking him, and . . . 

Yeah, he definitely cannot pull off “not weird and horny”. Like. Ever. 

Well–he is who he is and all, he figures, and then just licks Bernard’s thumb deliberately and curls his tongue around it. 

If it’s maybe a little sticky or whatever, well–he’s really not worried about that. 

“Fuck,” Bernard mutters, sliding the pad of his thumb down the crease of his tongue. “Nightwing and Starfire are missing out.” 

Kon can’t quite bite back a little preening grin around Bernard’s thumb at the compliment, but it’s fine, he figures, and then tips his head a little and slides his tongue down to trace along the web between the other’s thumb and palm. It’s just, like, a little flirting or whatever. He’s not trying to rush anything; they’ve got all weekend. He’ll give Tim and Bernard both all the recovery time they need. All the breaks or whatever. 

Doesn’t mean he can’t try to be a little inspiring in the meantime, though. 

They're making him feel good. He just wants to be sure he’s doing that for them too. 

Kon hears Tim’s camera go off again right before he sucks Bernard’s thumb all the way into his mouth and rolls his tongue up against it, so he figures he’s not doing too bad a job of that so far.

“Hey, Tim, I think your boy is kind of a monster in bed,” Bernard mentions conversationally, curling his fingers in against and under Kon’s jaw. “Which, like, I obviously should’ve sussed out sooner, so that’s my bad, but Jesus, man, I actually lost count of how many times we got you off and you’re really ready to go again immediately after the last one?” 

“I mean, not immediately,” Kon says, letting the other’s thumb slip out of his mouth so he can answer clearly, but also pressing a kiss to his knuckles and smirking just a little bit against them. Because, like, why not. He’s in the neighborhood and all. “Probably gonna need some more lube before you stick it in me again.” 

“Jesus,” Bernard says under his breath, then laughs a little sheepishly. “You really still up for that? Not–okay, stupid question, I was about to ask if you were sore, I promise I am not actually that deluded about the impressiveness of my own dick. Or Tim's, much as I love the thing."

Kon laughs too, then just shakes his head and tries to figure out how to, like . . . explain it, exactly, but . . . 

“Naw,” he says with a loose little shrug, tucking his face in against Bernard’s neck again and half-mouthing at it for a moment before finishing his thought. It’s–nice to. That’s all. “Just feel, uh–a little sensitive, maybe? Like I can tell somebody’s been touching me, but, uh–definitely not sore. Like–at all.” If anything he feels more like he does when somebody touches him to get him all riled-up and sensitive in preparation for getting touched more, but that feels a little embarrassing to just, like–say, considering what he’d be saying it about. 

Then again, again: he is who he is and all.

“Just feels, you know–like it felt after you got me ready for you,” he says, and slides a hand up Bernard’s side as he bites his lip around a grin that’s maybe a little bit sheepish itself, even hidden against the other’s throat. “Like I’m, uh–ready.” 

“Jeeeeesus,” Bernard groans, covering his face with both hands. “Tim, holy shit. I am officially gonna become a Metropolis supervillain just so I can corner the market on pink kryptonite.” 

[brucewaynehater101]

I know you're mostly an angst person, but in the Parentified!Tim au, I couldn't stop imagining Tim doing his utmost best to keep Bruce's faith in Santa Claus when he and his team watched Santa die.

Like.

Bruce: Hm. Santa must be busy this year.

Tim, who's failing at Santa-ing and being scolded by 10,000 unpaid elves who's also complaining about their poor dental insurance: Don't worry, chum. I'm sure he'll pass by tonight. Now, why don't we leave the cookies near the fireplace and tuck you in? I heard from the grapevine that he also prefers C4 energy drink rather than milk.

Bruce: *narrows his eyes*

Tim: *sweats in lactose intolerance* Or milk!

Bruce: *Hums in approval and leaves the milk and cookies*

Tim: Man. Alfred, this is bullshi--

Santa, who's very much alive: *happily munching on Alfred's award-winning cookies plus the ones from the kitchen* *gulps the milk down* *wipes mouth messily*

Santa: No one will fucking believe you

Santa: *fucking poofs out of existence*

Tim: Motherfucker.

Alfred: Master Tim! Where have all my cookies gone?!

Tim: *points at presents under the tree* Maybe Santa ate it!

Alfred: I am too old to fall for that trick. Please tell Master Allen and Master Kent to simply ask to be invited in next time instead of sneaking in.

Tim: But- They-

Alfred: No 'Buts' Master Tim! Although I am glad they did not leave footprints this time, I would be happier if they didn't eat all the food that is prepared for tomorrow.

Alfred: *fucking walks out, winks at Santa who is laughing by the stairs, and heads to bed*

The next day

Tim: *rants vaguely to Bruce about last night*

Bruce: *nods* I saw Alfred kissing Santa once.

Tim: I don't know how to respond to that.

I love this concept so much. Bruce believes in Santa because he most definitely gathered evidence after some kid at school told him otherwise.

Tim, who killed Santa, doesn't want to break the news to Bruce. He knows that a baby Bruce did an investigation, and it's a part of his childhood that Bruce still holds onto. So, Tim does everything he can to hold onto the fabrication that Santa is alive (even if that means managing thousands of elves, forcing all of YJ to do it with him, and finding a way to choke down thousands of cookies and cups of milk). Tim just wants some C4 (which I found hilarious cause I switched over to that brand a few months back) and a break from trying to keep the spirit of Christmas alive in a middle-aged man.

Then Santa's not actually dead. He probably kept the story being dead just to retire and not deal with the elves.

Alfred found out about Tim acting as Santa with his friends probably because he called up Santa Clause to complain about the footprints and mess left behind in his usually impeccable work.

I wonder if Mrs. Clause exists in the DC universe, or if Santa Clause spends a significant time on Christmas kissing people's parents (or maybe Alfred is just special).

[tickletastic]

Do u have any tickle hcs about the bat boys?

yes yes yes yes yes do i ever

under the cut, my love <3

Dick

absolutely just devastatingly ticklish everywhere, but i also think he is weirdly good at hiding it for a little bit, and sometimes the ler trying to tickle him will just eventually give up (big brother powers? zatanna magic?)

his thighs and tummy are his worst spots, and both just absolutely destroy him

he can and will attempt to acrobat his way out of tickling

he 100% once tried to front flip away from Tim when he was trying to tickle dick and jason ended up catching him upside down in the air (and tim totally took advantage)

absolutely the family tickle monster because it is his oldest brother duty

the only sibling that damian actually lets tickle him (because he kind of loves tolerates dick)

Duke

Absolutely the type to accidentally hurt you when you tickle him

If you get his neck? he's karate chopping you. his ribs? he'll elbow you

i hc that jason and duke are close because i think duke would be really into literature too (i think he'd be a big poe fan!!) and they would bond over spending hours in the Wayne manor library

as a result, i think jason tickles duke the most, but i think damian has been indexing moments that he witnesses so he can "accidentally" tickle duke later (bc, despite what he would say, he is a softie and wants to make sure that duke feels like he's a part of the family as much as everyone else is)

i think his worst spots are his ribs and his thighs, but he gets really panicked and giggly when someone tries to go for his neck

i think he's a really timid and considerate ler, and that he's probably stopping every minute or so to make sure the lee is alright (which his siblings find INCREDIBLY flustering)

Damian

he is just a tiny little dude, just an angry tiny guy

he is, like most twelve year olds, ticklish everywhere, but he only ever lets dick or bruce tickle him, and SOMETIMES, jason

his laugh is so cute, and he snorts pretty much the entire time

it embarrasses him incredibly, but he physically cannot fight back when he's tickled, he just kind of lays there and giggles

he does in fact use tickling to his advantage in the manor, and has been known to tickle tim to tears

like steph, i think he secretly knows exactly where everyone is ticklish (except for jason, who, as usualy, remains elusive)

Tim

my sleepy boy, top of my kin list, i am such a tim stannie

99% of the time that he's tickled it's because he is refusing to sleep after 24+ hours working

he's horrendously ticklish pretty much everywhere but his ribs are the absolute worst

he tries really hard to fight back, and he's definitely a flailer, but ultimately he never gets very far and eventually just slumps and tries to curl up

dick, steph, and jason tickle him the most, but bruce puts in his fair share too

when someone tries to tease him he tries to scream through his laughter so he doesn't have to hear it, but ultimately, he is forced to listen

he's not much of a ler, but he will strike every once in a while

Jason

best bat? best bat

i hc that the lazarus pit made him more sensitive, but only bruce, dick, kori, roy, and leslie thompkins know about it, and he has sworn them all to secrecy

the same group are pretty much the only people who know where he's ticklish

actually really ticklish if you can get him pinned, but otherwise he is definitely successfully fighting off any tickle attacks

dick has one method from when they were kids where he'll get jason up against a wall, whether he be on a bed or trapped in on the couch, because the tickling will make jason too weak to try to vault over him (and it's MUCH easier than trying to pin his ass down)

he is definitely the most vicious ler of the house, and his teases absolutely mortify his siblings

his signature move is grabbing both wrists of an unsuspecting family member, hauling them over their head, and tickling them to tears with his free hand

[prismuffin]

I'm very sorry Crow Anon. I did steal our brain cell, I couldn't remember how to clean my clothes and needed big brain power. ÒWÓ

👉👈 I give it back, I promise.

But, Pris I have an ask for you, that may cheer you up!!

How do you think taking care of the batboys (separately) after they got their wisdom tooth taken out, would go??!

I think it would be funny, snice they're chaotic on their own. Without any drugs in their system.

(Alfred definitely banned Dick "Its faster if I jump out the window to the floor balcony under me" Grayson from drinking caffeine until he was an adult).

- OwO

As someone who’s gotten their wisdom teeth removed quite recently I’d say I’m capable of answering this ask. Each of these scenarios has a bit from my experience ok? so—

Jason would be the type to just want to nap. Even when you successfully got him in the car to take him home all he was doing was saying how he wanted to nap but ong he never even tries to close his eyes to sleep once. After you both get home and you help him into bed the first thing he does after you change his gauze is crash. Which makes things difficult for you because now you have to undress his limp body and move it so that he's not laying down completely so that he doesn't accidentally choke since he's still rather numb. When he wakes up he's sad about the food he can't eat so he tries not to for as long as he can. Overall a very sleepy guy after getting his wisdom teeth removed.

Dick is so chaotic off the bat. Even when they were wheeling him out to the car you could tell that he was gonna be a handful. Tried to call everyone on his phone and when that failed he resorted to carpool karaoke. You tried to get him to stop since he shouldn't try talking but he just wouldn't shut up. Once you got home and tried to get him into bed he'd just be laughing at your struggle which would just make you struggle more since he'd be even harder to move while laughing. Because of the laughter he bleeds all over the floors and his shirt which he only laughs harder at. Similar to Jason kinda because once you replace his gauze he's out like a light, and finally you have a moment of silence for the time being. (this entire paragraph was just my experience and I'm not even joking LMFAO)

Tim would probably be almost the most tame, he'd be very sleepy and would start to mumble about tech he's working on. He'd ask you questions about designs and such and you'd just have to remind him to sit still and try not to talk much. Overall a sweetheart, he listens to you and doesn't try and talk while you're switching out his gauze. He sleeps, wakes up, and eats jello all day. The least of your problems honestly.

Damian would be quiet at first...too quiet, then comes the complaining. He'd be annoyed that he was in pain and numb at the same time??? Makes a song about the pain. You have to stop him from biting his lips because he's numb and is probably biting way harder than he realizes. After getting him home and changing his gauze he's very vocal about his hunger and is sad that he can't have normal food, but he likes the chocolate pudding so it's bittersweet for him. After his numbing wares off some and the pain starts hitting he's even more complainy- especially since he did bite his lip too hard and now it's bleeding which neither of you noticed until then. He's fine if you can get him to stop complaining though.

( I’m so so sorry this took me a minute to answer yesterday I woke up and my day went to shit and stuff happened and I had a mental breakdown and forgot all about this message! )

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Directory

[starwarsmum]

Day 6! And the prompt is They Started It!

@maribat-calendar-events

Marinette snuck along the hallway, grinning as she was careful not to jostle the bag she carried. It was hard work and slow going, but she was determined. It wasn't often Tim went to sleep, and even rarer for him to be in his own bed, so it was crucial that she didn't wake him.

Within half an hour, she was slipping back out of Tim's room, stifling giggles. She tiptoed back the way she had come, her now empty bag securely attached to her hip. Once she was secured back in her room, she let herself collapse on the bed in hysterics.

“Marinette, don't you think that was a little mean,” Tikki admonished, floating close to her holder's face. Instead of sobering the girl, however, it merely served to renew her giggles, until she was a gasping mess. “Come on, Marinette, he has to go to work tomorrow!”

“That's the best part!” Marinette wheezed, leaning back exhaustedly onto her pillows. “Aw man, I haven't had this much fun since Chat wanted to do prank wars. Oh, don't look at me like that, Tik, he started it!”

“I must have missed the prank he pulled on you,” Tikki said, completely unamused. Marinette rolled her eyes before looking at the tiny god.

“Look, he said I wasn't up to the prank war with the rest of them. Like I can't give as good as I'll get! So even though I'm technically the first one who pulled a prank, he definitely threw down the gauntlet. I just…picked it up.”

Tikki hummed disapprovingly, but Marinette knew she was right. She fell asleep after setting an alarm for the following morning, not wanting to miss the reveal of her prank.

_ _ _

When Tim woke up the next morning, his head felt heavy. He hardly remembered going to bed, but that wasn't unusual after he'd pulled three all-nighters in a row. As he groaned and rolled over, his ears were filled with the tinkling sound of bells. Jerking fully awake, he sat up only for the sound to intensify.

Alarmed, he leapt out of bed and to the bathroom, the sound following him the whole way. When he finally got in front of the mirror he stared at his reflection in shock. Woven into his hair - how, how had someone done this? - we're dozens of tiny bells, each tied with a bow. He tried to pull one out of his hair, but whoever had done it had used some really strong hair gel to keep them in place.

Trudging back to his room, he saw that his alarm had been changed so that he didn't have enough time for a shower. Groaning, he dragged on some clothes, grimacing at every swish of his hair as the tinkling announced his every move. He hoped he would be able to sneak out of the house at least, but his work day was going to be hell.

As he entered the kitchen for his breakfast coffee, he swore under his breath. It seemed like everyone was both home and awake on this, the worst morning of his life. Glaring at the floor, he shuffled into the room, working very hard on not letting his head shake. He only half succeeded and the room slowly quietened as people turned to stare at him. Jason was the first to speak. “Timmy, what the actual-”

“Language, master Jason,” Alfred reprimanded sharply, although he looked like he was trying not to smile. Tim pouted at his pseudo-grandfather and poured himself a large cup of coffee. “That's an…interesting hairstyle, Master Tim.”

Tim sighed as everyone burst into raucous laughter, even Damian cracking a smile. In fact the only person who wasn't laughing at his expense was Marinette, who was asleep at the counter with her head on Damian's shoulder. She was woken when Dick stood up from next to her and jostled her.

“This is so intricate, who even has time for that?” He said gleefully, ringing one of the bells with the tip of his finger. Tim scowled and jerked away from him, grinning sheepishly at Marinette when she eyed him critically. A look of smug glee spread across her face and suddenly, Tim knew who was behind this.

“Nette, why?” Was all he said, making everyone swing around to look at her. She smirked wickedly at him, her eyes alight with a look he'd only ever seen in his brothers before. Damian's shoulders were shaking as though he already understood but Tim was bewildered as to what he could possibly have done to earn such a punishment.

“I guess next time you won't be saying I'm not good enough to play your little prank wars,” she said, making Jason double over with laughter. Steph offered her a high five that she dutifully accepted as she rose from her seat. “But come on, we'd better get to the office!”

“We?” Tim looked at his sister, confused but already feeling dread bubble in his gut. The sensation turned to a ball of lead as she reminded him that he'd promised to let her shadow him for the day so she could meet with the fashion department. It was going to be a long day.

_ _ _

After Marinette had proved that she was up to the task of committing war crimes (pranks against anyone and everyone), things escalated dramatically. It got to the point that they decided to hold a peace treaty, to help establish boundaries. Incidentally, this was something that Alfred had been pushing to happen for years so he could only be pleased that Marinette had joined the boys in their family bonding.

[dreamerrgirl]

Chenford + Lucy thinks Tim is dead

"I just found a body. It's Sargent Tim Bradford."

Lucy was glad she wasn't driving the shop right now, because if she was, she 100% would have crashed into something as she heard Aarons voice come over the radio.

Instantly, her entire body went numb, her heart physically stopping in her chest as the words 'body,' and 'Tim Bradford,' washed over her. Her vision grew hazy, Lucy sinking to the floor as all the air was forcefully squeezed out of her lungs.

The radio was making more noise now, but Lucy couldn't make sense of it due to the high-pitched whining in her ears. On autopilot, Lucy grabbed her phone, hitting the first name on her recently called list while a million thoughts flew through her head.

Aaron must be mistaken, he can't be dead. I can't lose him- I just got him! I haven't even told him I love him yet. This can't be happening; please don't be happening, oh god.

I can't go through this again; not without him.

Her hands shaking, Lucy lifted the phone to her ear, her heart pounding faster and faster at every ring. Pick up pick up pick up.

Just when it feels like she's going to black out from panic, the phone does in fact pick up.

"Hey," Tim's voice says, and Lucy instantly feels tears running down her cheeks from relief.

"Tim," she chokes out, trying in vain to get her breathing under control.

"I'm okay," he says immediately. "I don't know what planet Aaron thinks he's on, but I am most definitely not in a dumpster. I'm fine, Luce, I promise."

"Okay," she says, holding her hand against her heart in an effort to slow its racing.

"Where are you, are you okay?"

"I am now," she answers honestly, finally feeling like she can breathe again. "Are you at the station?"

"Yeah."

"I'll be there in 10 minutes." Hanging up the phone, Lucy picks herself up off the floor, ignoring the concerned looks from the patrons of the store as she books it to her shop.

She makes it to the station in 8, flying through the bull pen until she sees Tim standing in the briefing room, Sargent Grey, Angela, Nyla and Aaron with him.

Not caring that everyone in the station can see her, Lucy makes a beeline towards Tim, throwing her arms around him as she buries her head in his chest. Tim's arms wrap tightly around her in response, gently swaying her back and forth as he murmurs, 'I'm okay,' into her hairline.

Lucy takes her first deep breath in what feels like forever, breathing in the scent of him as she listens to his heart beat strongly against her ear, feeling the knot of panic deep in her stomach finally unravelling at his touch.

Holding back fresh tears, Lucy whips around, glaring at Aaron from across the room.

"What is wrong with you?" she cries, her voice coming out harsher than she'd meant. "You can't just say things like that over the radio with no warning!"

"I know, I know, I'm sorry," the other officer says, holding up his hands in defense. "I was in shock."

From there, it was revealed that the body he found was actually Jake's, which then throws Lucy into another dangerous UC mission as Sava.

By the end of it, Lucy is physically and emotionally exhausted, and wants nothing more than to crawl into bed with Tim and never come out again.

"Tim, about the other day-"

"I know," he says, pulling her closer against his chest, his hand rubbing soothingly against her back.

"I don't know what I'd do if-" she trails off for a moment, her throat closing up on her.

"I know," he repeats, his voice stronger this time. "Me too."

"Would you let me finish a sentence," she huffs, exasperated.

Tim laughs. "Sorry. Go for it."

Taking a deep breath, Lucy plows ahead before she can lose her nerve. "Tim, I- I love you," she says, feeling her heart start to race at the admission. She feels him stop breathing for a moment before he's nudging her chin upwards, making her look him in the eyes.

"I love you too," Tim says softly, before lowering his mouth to hers, putting Lucy's fears to bed, at least for now.

[bi-bats]

Inspiration Saturday Sunday!! I was tagged by @ladytauria 💚 thank you bestieeee 💖💖💖💖💖

Okay so uh. Sorry to my jaytim ppl but this is not gonna be jaytim???

In a WILD turn of events, I sat down to write my Jaytim reverse robins fic bc I was feeling inspired about it and I wrote the first chapter. And then by the time I got to the end of it I was like oh. Oh this is actually DamiTim. And then I just. Couldn't stop writing. I definitely am still going to write the Jaytim flavored version, so no one worry about that, but apparently, this is also happening!!

So here you are, some Nightwing!Damian/Red Hood!Tim!!!! I hope you all enjoy 💖 (context to the scene: they are on the phone at a ridiculously early hour)

“I told you already, you may scold me if you like.” “Scold you? Right now I’d like to strangle you.” “I think that would be fair.” Tim laughs, a surprised, sudden noise, and Damian wants to beam. “How is your throat?” he asks, and his voice has gone gentle, softness leaking into it. “It’s fine.” Tim's voice is icing over, losing warmth. “And your wrist?” “You left a few bruises, but nothing’s broken. Full range of motion. Does it matter?” Of course, Damian wants to say. Of course it matters. “I did not mean to hurt you.” “You never mean to,” Tim mutters, and Damian isn’t entirely sure he was meant to hear it. “What are you doing right now?” “Making coffee,” Tim sighs, irate. “Do you still take it with an obscene amount of sugar?” Damian asks, trying to get him back, trying to get his brother back. He wonders how much of the rest of his life will be spent trying to get his brother back. “No, I drink it black.” That knowledge settles painfully under his left rib. “You used to take it with so much sugar that I was concerned.” Tim scoffs. “And you still won’t touch the stuff, I’m sure? Only fine teas for the prince?” Damian squeezes his eyes shut. “I have… developed a taste for coffee.” “I bet your blend costs five thousand dollars a bean.” “I don’t think it even costs five cents a bean.” “Oh? Where do you source it?” “The bodega.” Tim snorts. “Sorry, sorry. I’m just trying to picture Damian Wayne walking into a bodega with a sword strapped to his back, digging through his pockets for enough change to afford his morning cup.” A smile curls across Damian’s lip, against his will. He is powerless to prevent it. “The owner is Egyptian. It can be nice to have a conversation in Arabic, every once in a while.” There’s a pause before Tim answers him.

“How do you take your coffee?” he asks in Arabic. “Black,” Damian responds in Arabic, feeling that same feeling he always gets when he gets to rest his English. Like collapsing onto his bed after an especially long day, remembering that his comforter and sheets and pillows were waiting for him. “I didn’t know you missed speaking Arabic.” “I never knew you spoke Arabic.” “Yes, you did,” Tim snaps, abruptly switching back to English. “You knew.” “…not when I would have had an occasion to use it.” “An occasion, are you kidding me? Any time you wanted. Any time you wanted to walk into the manor and say anything to me, you know I would have listened. I would have done anything for you, don’t you get that?” Damian sighs at himself. Why is he even doing this? Every time he thinks he finds an opening, Tim slams the door on his fingers. “Yes, I do." “You are infuriating to talk to, you know that?” “Yes,” Damian answers. “Why are you staying on the phone with me?” “Because you—” Tim groans at himself, and Damian feels like an intruder. “You always make me want more than I can have.” Before Damian can think of an answer to that, Tim has hung up.

No-pressure tagging @yasmindifference, @jpeg-dot-jpeg, @chipmunkery, and @cheetahleopard!!!

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Help! I've Landed in a FanFiction (Chapter 3)

Pairing: fem!OC x Justice League

Genre: OC insert, Soulmate AU, Isekai, Reverse Harem

Characters: OC, Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, Hal Jordan, Diana Prince, Barry Allen, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Damian Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Cassandra Cain, Barbara Gordon, John Constantine, and other DC characters as the story progresses

Warnings: all warnings not tagged, suicidal ideation, domestic violence, general violence and dark, 18+ themes, read at your own risk

Summary: Katie Smith wakes up in a new world, one out of comic books and ridiculously cheesy tropes. All she wants to do is find her way back home, but no one is helping her. Worst of all, they claim to be her soulmates. Surely it's all dream. How can she make herself wake up?

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3 (This One)

Chapter 3: Why Couldn't It Have Been Harry Potter?

Katie was kind of tired of waking up places that were (1) not her bed and (2) around weird men. She came to a bit violently--her chest was aching like she got punched (a sensation she unfortunately knew well) and she felt disoriented and confused. Three pairs of concerned eyes stared back at her.

"Gandalf!" She smiled at the staffed black and red boy-man above her. The other two snickered.

“Uh, what?”

Katie sat up gingerly. She was still on the roof, so she couldn’t have been out long. She stood up, grabbing Gandalf’s outstretched hand, and wobbled a bit.

“Thank god I’m not with that bald fu—freak anymore. He was seriously annoying.” She said cheerfully, looking over the side of the building with a detached amusement. She stepped closer . Is it like Inception? Can I just walk off and wake up?

“Uh, lady, I would back up if I were you.” The flying one hovered behind her. She didn’t look at him, but tipped forward. Quick as lightning, the goggled kid pulled her back. The three were gaping at her, each face grim and worried.

She rolled her eyes.

“So, is this where you give me a quest and send me on my way to a volcano.”

“I’m not Gandalf.”

“You have a staff,” she pointed out.

“Shesgotapoint.”

“Impulse.”

“C’mon Rob, it’s a compliment.”

Gandalf ignored his friends.

“My name is Red Robin and I…”

She laughed, interrupting him. “Like the burger chain? Kid, that’s worse.”

He looked politely confused. He continued. “I’m Red Robin. That’s Superboy, and this is Impulse. We are part of Young Justice.”

“…you definitely got the young part down.” Katie muttered under her breath.

He pitched his voice lower, as if he were trying to handle her carefully. “I take it you haven’t heard of us. Or maybe you’re confused. Did Luthor hit your head at all?” He reached to touch her, presumably looking for bumps, but Katie flinched and stepped back.

The boy stilled, hands lifted slowly. His voice was soft. “Ok, we don’t have to do that right now. I don’t want to rush you, and I promise I’d do this differently if we had more time, but Luthor isn’t going to let his office blowing up stop him from coming after us. We need to go and get somewhere secure.” He said a code into the earpiece he was wearing and gave Katie a smile.

There was an awkward silence as Katie hugged herself and the three cosplayers(?) heroes (?) on the roof whispered to each other. Every time she stepped close to the edge of the roof, one of them would step in front of her, herding her back to the middle of the roof. About ten minutes passed until a sleek, black plane hovered above them. The engine made the roof uncomfortably warm and she couldn’t hear the instructions Gandalf Red Robin shoulder over the wind and machine noises. A rope ladder descended, and they pushed her towards it. A strong hand on her back supported her as she climbed up slowly. Finally, two sets of hands pulled her up into the plane, and she stumbled before eventually finding her balance.

The blue bird dude and red helmeted guy were standing next to each other. There was a young boy in a costume (yeah, that was definitely a Robin from what she could remember) behind them, glaring at her. Red Robin and the other two followed her and finally, the rope was pulled up and the door was closed and the silence felt oppressive.

“Hello.” The blue bird guy stepped forward. “I’m Nightwing. This is the Red Hood and behind him is Robin.” The guy spoke cheerfully, but it seemed strained. “Red Robin mentioned you might have a concussion? Can you tell us your name?”

“Katie.” She said distractedly, in awe of the modern tech surrounding her. “Katherine to bald, creepy guys though.” She grinned as she looked at the group. They stared back at her.

“Tough crowd.” She said lightly. Looking around she directed her next question to the Red Robin kid. “Y’all have problems with women or something, kid? Is there a glass ceiling even in the hero community? Unless Darth Vader over there is actually a girl.”

The red helmeted guy let out a mechanical scoff and undid his head gear. He was wearing a domino mask underneath and frowning.

“Lady, our strongest hero is a woman.”

“Hood is Wonder Woman’s biggest fan,” teased Nightbird. “He’s sensitive.”

Hood slapped him hard on the back of his head.

The baby Robin stepped forward. “What are your intentions here, imposter?”

Katie backed up as the boy brandished a sword. “They let you play with knives?!” She ignored his sputtered outrage as she directed her next question to the tall blue guy. He seemed like the leader of the whole operation. She pushed up her glasses which were slipping down her nose.

“Nightbird, right? Thanks for getting me away from that Luthor guy, I really appreciate it, but I should be getting home soon.”

He looked concerned, stepping towards her, hands outstretched just like Red Robin. She backed away. “Hands off, handsy. What’s with you people and touching my head?”

“Sorry, ma’am. We’re worried you may be hurt.” Nightbird sounded concerned.

“Ma’am was my mother.” She joked. Nightbird smiled.

“Ok, sorry Katie.” She inclined her head.

“Go ahead, feel away I guess.” She tried not to cringe as he gently checked the back of her head for wounds. He grabbed some cream and put it on the bruising around her eye and cheek.

“Did Luthor hit you? You must have been with him a while, huh? This bruising looks to be a week or so old.”

“Um. Sure, let’s go with that.” She glanced around the plane in awe missing the looks the boys gave each other.

“Do you know what he wanted?” Red Robin asked. Katie shrugged.

“Some weird monologue about universes and soul marks and how it was a shame someone so ugly and stupid like me could be “chosen” or something like that. I wasn’t paying too much attention. His bald head was blinding me.” She barked out a laugh, but again, no one joined her.

“This is honestly the strangest dream I’ve ever had. You’d think if I were dreaming I’d at least have come up with Hogwarts or something. I recognize like just one and a half of you.”

“Oh come on, you buffoons don’t seriously believe this…this…woman. That mark probably isn’t even real.” Baby Robin said sullenly. Katie kept herself from cooing at the little guy.

“Robin, right? I do recognize you. Batman’s partner? I always thought he was the coolest.”

Robin preened. “I guess she’s okay.”

“You know of Batman?” Red Robin guided her to a seat. Everyone seemed interested in her answer. She shrugged.

“Batman. Iron Man. Superman. Spider-Man? Sure. I mean, I didn’t ever read the comics but my…um…boyfriend is super interested in them.”

“Comic books?” Nightbird kneeled down and handed her a bottle of water. “You think you’re in a dream?”

“Oh, I KNOW this is,” Katie said pleasantly. “I went to sleep in bed and woke up trapped by this insane lunatic in desperate need of a wig. I have a weird tattoo that wasn’t there yesterday. I’m meeting people who are naming themselves after birds? I’m just trying to figure out how to get out of it.”

The plane was silent.

“I know! Listen,” she turned towards the baby, “Give me your sword. A clean stab right through the heart should do it.”

“What the fuck?” The Hood guy whispered.

“Every time you die in a dream, you wake up, right? C’mon on. Help a lady out.” She batted her eyelashes but everyone here seemed to have zero sense of humor. It was definitely an indictment of her imagination. She was fucking hilarious. Her dream people should have enjoyed it.

Red Robin kneeled by Nightbird. “Do you know the rules about dreams?”

“That if you’re dreaming about children playing hero in a really fancy technologically advanced plane, you might be having a mental breakdown?”

He smiled slightly. “In dreams, it’s impossible to read or tell time or count your fingers. Can you tell me what time it is?” He handed her a watch.

“…Well, that proves nothing. How do I know you didn’t make that up?”

The Hood guy pinched her hard on her arm.

“OUCH. Shit. That really hurt.” Katie rubbed her shoulder.

“We would like to take you to a secure location, Katie. Just so we can get an idea of what’s happening. Maybe let you sleep and eat a bit. Talk to you about what our next steps will be.” Nightbird said softly.

“So you’re kidnapping me. Again.” Her voice was dry. “You know, if this had been Harry Potter, Dumbledore would have let me do the sword thing.” She crossed her arms and leaned back in her seat closing her eyes. “Fine. Take me to your secret lair. I just hope Bruce Wayne isn’t really a bat in this dream. I always thought it would be cool to meet a billionaire.” She yawned and fell asleep before she could register the shock on her companions faces.

“Well, this is going to be even more of a shit show than we thought.” Hood said quietly, the rest of the plane nodding silently.

[theredwritingwitch]

Soulmate Fic- Tune Your Soulwaves

Pairing: Tim Rockford x reader

Soulmate AU: Soulmates can tune a radio to the sound of their soulmate, can then communicate to each other through the airwaves.

Words: 1.4

Warnings: language, fluff!!!

Note: Little soulmate fic in honor of Pedro’s birthday!

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He braced his forehead against the steering wheel of his car. He could hear the chatter of police officers standing in front of the mansion’s doors beyond the yellow crime scene tape. He had walked the grounds and halls of the mansion many times over now, felt the broken glass as well as the soft loose petals of flowers crunch under the weight of his shoes. Droplets of fresh rain fogged his glasses, Tim didn’t care.

Notes were scattered about next to him in the passenger seat of his car. Open manila folders, black and white photos of suspects, and receipts for cooking ingredients scattered and fell off the seat to the floor. Tim looked down at the evidence he had compiled, unbothered to pick the notes back up and reorganize himself. Not tonight anyways. The bright lights of the cop cars glared down on him through the windows. Small droplets of rain slowly dribbled down the windows as more droplets spat down from the clouds above to the puddles below.

The night was only beginning and the detective was already done with the day. His brain was pounding through his temples just as his eyes seemed to tire themselves out with constant stain. Tim had leafed through multiple books, delicately handled piles and piles of knives, and dug his hands into some viscously scrumptious blueberry pie. But even after long hours of going over taped meetings and footage, he had nothing but boards of bottomless theories and trash cans full of shitty take out food. 

The moon looked down on the poor detective as his long held breath huffed out of him. His case was far out of his grasp yet he still had a long night left of work to get done. But for a minute Tim wanted nothing to do with the case. Tim closed his eyes for peace just as a small tune of jazz music sang out on the car’s speakers. He opened his eyes and shifted his head from the wheel to the sound. Maybe he could get lucky tonight. Just a little bit of luck?

Resting his cheek to the steering wheel, Tim stretched his arm to the tuning knob. He listened carefully as the knob tuned in and out of the static between channels. The detective heard strumming of guitars, blurry static, salsa, loud static, sports chatter, mumbled static, and gospel. 

“Come on baby, are you out there tonight?”

More mumbling chatter and static rang threw his car before he stumbled on the familiar hum. His fingers twitched as he reversed his roll and tuned back and forth till the humming became crystal clear.

“There you are,” Tim smiled as he sat up and scooted over to the radio, raising the volume so he could fill the space with something pleasant. “Always where I last left you.”

“Where else would I be?” your voice chimed out of the speakers and into Tim’s ears.

“I imagine you would be sitting in front of a fire, curled up with a book.”

“That sounds rather wonderful right now,” you murmured to him.

Tim smiled at the warmth of your voice, “If not that, then maybe at this late hour you're in bed, listening and waiting for some music to carry you off to sleep.”

“Staying up listening to the sound of your voice sounds more blissful.”

“You’re a sweetheart, have I told you that?”

“You’ve mentioned it once or twice,” you laughed as your voice went in and out of the radio. “So another late night huh?”

“As always. Same with you?”

“As always,” you mimicked him with a dry chuckle.

“So back to our guessing game?”

“Of course!” Tim laughed at your excitement. He had been guessing your occupation for some time, trying to narrow down who you were and where you were.

“Let me think then,” Tim put his car in gear and drove away from the crime scene. “You’re definitely not in any sort of government related work. But you are on the clock right now.”

“That is correct, detective. We both work the late shift apparently.” You couldn’t help but mock him a little.

Tim paused and with an elated smile he replied back, “That’s correct honey!”

“What’s correct?”

“I’m a—” the static returned to the radio drowning out Tim’s words and your own. Tim kept one hand on the wheel as he continued to drive down the dark roads, while his other hand re-tuned the radio.

“Did I get it right?” Your voice strained through the returning static. “You’re actually a—” jazz music and soon news chatter sounded through the radio. Tim refused to let up though as he continued to search the airwaves. Every so often, for a mere second or two, he would catch a glimpse of your voice through the radio. Excitement could easily be heard in your voice but the static returned every time Tim felt he was close.

“Come on baby, you can do it.” Tim begged for you through the persevering static. After many minutes of driving through rain and surfing through static, Tim’s hand began to cramp as your voice was lost in the airwaves. He slapped the top of the dashboard with a low yet agitated “damn” that took up the only noise in the car as Tim turned the radio off. He would just have to try again later tonight or even tomorrow.

After driving into an empty parking space in front of his favorite take-out restaurant, Tim rubbed his hands through his hair and over his eyes. Exiting his car and slowly dragging his steps into the restaurant, Tim was greeted with the sound of static playing on the radio. It sounded like someone else was having a hard time tuning their signals as well.

Tim called out to the server in the kitchen. He had been to the restaurant many times before, but always picked his orders up to go, never sticking around. Tonight he just wanted a little bit of company though.

You jumped back from tuning the radio and rushed to the counter quickly writing down his order before returning to the kitchen and back with his drink. You were jittery and bouncing about the place. Apparently you were in a better mood than him, which was obvious as he plopped down into his seat.

“Rough night?” you asked. There was a familiarity in your voice that made Tim pause and give you a good look up and down before he answered.

“Oh just some broken reception issues with the radio, you know.” 

You agreed with a nod “Happened to me today too.”

“Really, you don’t look so sad about it,” Tim’s voice quizzed you.

“Nope actually, I figured out something pretty important about my soulmate today.”

A smile crept on Tim’s face, even if he was having a rough go at meeting his soulmate, he was happy someone else was finding theirs. “What’s that?”

“My man is a detective! Can you believe it? A real Private Investigator!” You broke out into a large bright toothed smile, “Too bad he seems a bit bad at it though, otherwise he would have found me already.”

Tim couldn’t help himself as he leaned back and laughed. “Honey, maybe his detective skills are better than you think, or maybe he just has some dumb luck every once in a while.” He certainly couldn’t believe his own dumb luck at the moment.

You looked at the handsome man questionably, “Suppose so? That could be a possibility. We all can have some dumb luck every now and again. Maybe even you could get lucky.”

“I think I have,” Tim whispered to himself as he watched you set his food and check down.

“Do you suppose you give out discounts for officers or maybe even detectives,” Tim slowly pushed his badge forward on the counter, watching you stop in your tracks and gasp up at him.

Your hands traced over the badge before saying “I think something could be arranged, maybe a meal or two could be on the house.” Your bright smile returned to your face as you looked into his charming chocolate eyes.

Tim smiled back at you as he leaned forward, placing his hands over yours, “You’re a sweetheart, have I told you that?”

“You’ve mentioned it once or twice,” you murmured as your detective’s lips brushed and then settled down onto yours just as a swinging jazz song came on the radio from the kitchen.

[lis-likes-fics]

sneak peeks!

Heyyy, I put out a poll asking if you all would be interested in seeing some sneak peeks and things into the things I’ve been working on and the results came out with a yes!

I have three categories of things that I’ll be sharing today: works in progress, under construction, and simply concepts. Under works in progress, I will be sharing snippets of works that are currently being written, as long as a summary for each piece. Within under construction, I will be sharing summaries of stories that have been full or mostly planned out but not yet begun. Under simply concepts, I will be sharing ideas that I have thought about but have not yet begun planning. A couple of those works are free to ideas if you want to send an ask or DM me about it!

Let’s get into it!

Bad Habits Lead to You (Elijah Mikaelson x Reader)

“You weren’t the sort of girl to find yourself in bed with a man you barely knew, and you certainly weren’t the type of girl to keep finding yourself in bed with that same man. But there was something about Elijah Mikaelson that created bad habits you wouldn’t be breaking.”

Last night was supposed to be the last time, and the night before that, and the night before that. He was like some drug that you had all too quickly become addicted to—and with a face like that, how could you not?

You knew you shouldn't. At the very least, you should try not to. It was not as though he was the perfect man. No, your perfect man would still be there when you woke in the morning with aching limbs, a souvenir, and cold sheets that barely held enough warmth to convince you his departure was recent.

Your perfect man would not grant you a collection of late nights full of pleasure and desire ending alone in the morning with a handwritten note and a new little gift.

Or, perhaps, he was doing you a service. Showing you how impermanent this arrangement was—how impermanent it should be. If only you would listen, take his flight for what it was: a warning.

But as his warm lips slotted perfectly against the column of your throat, leaving you gasping and clawing at his strong arms, you knew once again that your lesson was not learned.

Music to My Eyes (Finnick Odair x deaf!Reader)

“As District Champions of the Hunger Games, you and Finnick have a few things in common. He found you interesting because of the circumstance of your disability. You found him interesting because he actually cared. A friendship forms, and turns into something much deeper as the months go by.”

“Tell me, this is a tour for some of our previous victors, have you met any of them yet?" Lucky leans in like you're sharing a secret.

"I'm glad you asked, I have. It's been great getting to be reacquainted with old friends and making new ones."

"Ooo," he says, looking around and encouraging the crowd to join in. "New ones like who?" He sits up straight and brings a finger to his lips, glancing away and smiling slyly. "I know I have it from a reliable source that you were mingling with District 4 Champion, Finnick Odair." He leans forward with narrowed eyes. "Do I sense something blossoming?"

He and the crowd tease you, making lovey dovey noises that you don't hear but definitely feel as you glance at Hecton and he raises his thick brows in amusement.

"Oh, Lucky," you smile like you'll laugh as Hecton continues to read your hands. "I wish I could agree, but who am I to say?" You shrug it off with a sigh.

"Oh, really?" he jabs. "Because when I brought it up with Finnick, I believe he described you as 'a special kind of beauty'." This riles the crowd up even more, they cheer louder and the air feels suffocating. You smile through it.

"Did he now?"

"He did."

Princess (Eddie Munson x cheerleader!Reader)

“Eddie doesn’t like you because you’re a rich girl and he doesn’t think rich girls like poor boys like him. You like Eddie a lot but he thinks you’ll hurt him. You do everything in your power to change his mind.”

When Friday comes, you are ecstatic. You confirm the time with Eddie one more time and force time to pass quicker so you can see him later that evening. You and Chrissy get together and pick out the perfect outfit and the perfect makeup and the perfect everything.

As the time inches closer and closer to your date, you finally get into Chrissy's car, well on your way to the theatre to meet Eddie. When she drops you off, you are perfectly on time. Seven o'clock on the dot. With good wishes, she leaves to go meet up with Jason.

You wait for Eddie as the time ticks on, assuming he is simply fashionably late. More people come in, more people grab their tickets and concessions, more people go to their movies with their dates and families and friends.

But you wait.

And you wait.

You wait.

For three hours, you wait.

But he never comes.

Choices (Wanda Maximoff x superhero!Reader) (rewrite)

“You and Wanda Maximoff are not friends. Although you both came from similar places, you got there through different means. No, you’re not friends. But Wanda has no idea why you hate her so much, and you have no interest in telling her.”

Restlessness is wild in your bones as you fiddle with your fingers, trying to settle but finding it impossible as you watch the numbers on the elevator change with each floor ascended. Without your bag in your hand to hold, which had been taken by Captain frickin' America as you entered, to give yourself something to do, you're left to fidget.

Steve glances at you out of the corner of his eye, smiling gently. "How are you feeling?" he asks into the quiet.

You shrug. "Like I need a nap."

Steve laughs heartily. "Because of the flight or the new job?"

While the flight was long and you will certainly be jet-lagged, the prospect of becoming a superhero, a defender of Earth—who lives with other superheroes like it's no big deal being packed in a giant skyscraper like some sardine family—is far more intimidating.

"Both," you summarize, trying to pass him a smile and failing in the face of anxiety.

He chuckles through his nose. "You'll fit in just fine."

You know he's trying to make you feel better, but the reassurance doesn't exactly hit where he's meant for it to. "Yeah, thanks," you mumble.

Little Robins (Dream of the Endless x mother!Reader)

“Dream of the Endless often forgets how precious the mundane of human life can be. When he meets you and your six-year-old daughter, he’s reminded of it in the most human way possible.”

Thin beaks stab tiny pieces of bread being scattered across the grass, green and freshly trimmed. Silent pigeons stay undisturbed by the company of the park, filled with activity of all kinds as friends and families gather for their own separate affairs. It's a beautiful day out: the sun is bright on pale skin and flowers bloom sparsely along the grass.

Morpheus does not bother to lift his head, staring at the pigeons with a look that easily fends off the mortals who come and go.

One of the birds lifts its head, flicking it left and right, up and down, as if judging Morpheus for sour behavior without going as far as to disrespect him with concentrated eye contact.

The birds take flight as two children run into them, giggling and waving their arms as they shoo them away. As the children run off again, the birds return for the bread. Morpheus sighs.

He hears the sound of little feet and dismisses it. Children playing, nothing more.

When tiny red and white tennis shoes enter his line of sight, lined with soft white tights with the slightest ladder along the side, Morpheus follows his gaze up. He takes in the soft blue dress, as blue as the sky stretching over their heads. The blue is decorated with flowers, tiny white daisies peppered with pale green leaves and stems. She is so gentle with the way she moves that the braids remain entirely left alone, pecking at bread pieces and occasionally examining her tights.

He looks at the little girl standing in front of him, his gaze soft but likely still threatening as he watches her. He expects her to step back, frightened by his cold expression. Instead, she surprises him.

She smiles wide with bright eyes and white teeth.

It's Just Business (Eddie Munson x Reader)

You and Eddie Munson have a mutual agreement that keeps your relationship fun and easy. You were looking for a new fling and Eddie was single and bored. It only seemed natural that the two of you would become fuck buddies. The one and only rule set in stone: don’t catch feelings.

No problem.

Bright Eyes (Steve Harrington x Reader) (sequel)

The fair is in town, and Steve takes this as an excuse to ask you to hang out with him. You’re more than happy to spend the day with him after becoming new friends with a person you never thought you’d find yourself being friends with. The day goes even better than expected.

Into the World (hunter!Natasha Romanoff x witch!Reader) (sequel)

All has been well traveling with your huntress, keeping each other safe and happy on the road. It’s been a full year since you found each other and life has never been better… That is until the unfortunate happens. Natasha realizes now more than ever that she could never live without you again.

Finite (Desire of the Endless x vampire!Reader)

When a vampire who has lived for centuries runs into Desire of the Endless, she finds herself making a deal she thought she had grown above a long time ago. But no one is above Desire…

God Forbid (Elijah Mikaelson x human!Reader)

Elijah has hated you since he met you years ago, growing into your friendship with Klaus as a mischievous spirit that seems to make his little brother harder to control at times. You have hated Elijah since he decided to start hating you. But when you find yourself trapped alone in the Abattoir with him, you are forced to reveal sides of one another you never thought would see the light of day.

Suffer in Silence (The Corinthian x nightmare!Reader)

After a breakup a long time ago, you and the Corinthian have not seen eye to eye. But you could agree on one thing (very secretly and never to one another): you never want to see the other one hurt. When you have a date that goes wrong, the Corinthian realizes just how much he actually still cares about you.

Under the Dornish Sun (Oberyn Martell x black!Dornish!Reader)

I have an idea that black!reader works at her father’s tavern in Dorne (she is Dornish), where she meets Oberyn one night and serves him. He’s super interested in her and tries to learn more about her. I don’t really have much right now, this could honestly never leave my notes, but I think it’s a cool idea. If any of you have some ideas for it, please lmk!

Lamentations (Desire of the Endless x Reader)

This would sorta be based on the song Noel’s Lament from Ride the Cyclone where the reader meets Desire at a strip club during a bachelorette party. Desire finds her super interesting because she can see into her heart and finds that she is envious of all the dancers there because she wants to be them. Then, like, she makes a deal with them. This one will definitely be written at some point, I think, it might just take a while.

The Magician's Apprentice (Dream of the Endless x magician!Reader)

So I keep watching the Sandman, and every time I do, I get a new idea. In this one, the reader would be Roderick Burgess’ ward, and the only person/child he actually cared about other than Randall. She ends up being taught magic by Burgess and then goes off to learn more magic and become a nurse/magician or something. But she goes back one day and sees Dream and is super upset about it but can’t do anything to help, and she spends years and years visiting him and slowly falling in love. I won’t give any more detail, although I have so many ideas for this one. I think you guys will love it.

When She Loved Me (Eddie Munson x Reader)

This is an idea I got when I was listening to When She Loved me from Toy Story 2, and I really like the idea of a friends/lovers to strangers with Eddie because I’ve been too nice and I want to break some hearts. But this has been sitting in my notes for months, so I’m not sure this will go anywhere. If any of you have some ideas for it, please lmk!

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