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beneathstarryskies · 3 years ago

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Hello. Hi! Could I request some headcanons for Jason Todd and Dick Grayson and their sweet lovers struggling to take their thick cocks? Separately of course. Thank you so much! You're amazing!

You asked for headcanons, then I decided to do drabbles, and now they're oneshots...Oops. Enjoy, anon!

Word Count: 3,400

Warnings: Smut, oral, fingering, fem!reader

Headers by the incredible @actuallysaiyan

It’s been an uncharacteristically quiet night in Gotham. His patrol has been boring, and he’s entertained himself with thoughts of you. You’ve been seeing each other for a while, but things just haven’t progressed past fooling around…Yet. Jason is definitely hoping to change that. It’s about 2 AM when he decides to call it a night, and he heads to your place.

He crawls through your apartment window and finds you on your sofa. One of the things he’s always liked about you is how much of a night owl you are. As soon as he’s next to you, he’s pulling you onto his lap. You help him out of his helmet before setting it on the side table. Instantly, Jason’s lips are crashing against yours. His hands move slowly down your back before settling on your ass, and he pushes you to grind against him. A quiet gasp leaves you when you feel how thick and long he is through his leather pants. Your panties grow wetter and you start grinding against him with a bit more pressure, the friction against your clothed clit sends shivers up your spine. Jason lets you grind on his lap until he can’t take it anymore.

“Fuck, baby, I need you,” his voice is a hoarse whisper against your lips. “Thought about you all night.”

“I want you, Jay,” your cheeks flush.

Jason is a little rough as he stands up with you in his arms. He takes you to the bedroom, articles of clothing are randomly discarded throughout your apartment. By the time he finally lays you down on the bed, you’re only wearing your panties and he’s only in his pants.

“So gorgeous,” he says as he kicks off his boots and starts on the buckle of his belt.

He’s in such a hurry to rid himself of his clothes he stumbles over his pants as he tries to kick them off. You giggle as his hands brace against the bed.

“Someone is eager,” you tease him softly.

“You have no idea, baby.”

He finally wins the battle between his ankles and pants then crawls over you, leaving soft kisses and bites in his wake. His hands tug and knead against every inch of skin he can. Your thighs, hips, then eventually your tits. Your hands move over his back. Your gentle fingertips trace over the scars on littering his skin.

He drags a thick finger over your clothed slit, groaning when he feels how wet you already are. He pushes your panties aside to tease your entrance, slowly letting his finger dip into you. Your walls clench around his knuckles, and he’s already dizzy just thinking about being inside of you. He pumps his finger into you a few times, opening you up enough for a second finger to slip into you. You moan when his fingers brush against your sweet spot. Your thighs close around his hand, but he’s quick to push them apart with his long legs. He sits upon his knees to watch your pretty pussy stretch around his fingers. His cock twitches at the sight.

“You think your little pussy can handle me?” he asks with a smug smirk.

You’re already panting as your eyes wander over the muscular form of your lover before settling on the tent in his boxers. He sees your skin going flushed, and he can feel you quivering around his fingers with excitement.

“Didn’t I ask you a question, princess?” he pulls your attention back to his face, his mouth still curved in a playful smirk. “I expect you to answer me when I ask you something.”

“I want it, please.”

“Hm, not very clear. What do you want, princess?”

“I want you, Jason,” you swallow hard. “I want your cock.”

“Good girl.”

You whimper when his fingers pull out of you suddenly. His fingers hook around the waistband of your panties before slowly pulling them off. He tosses them over his shoulder before moving to remove his own boxers. Your mouth waters when his thick cock slaps against his abs when it's finally free from the confines of his boxers. He winks playfully as he strokes himself, teasing out more precum that drips down the tip onto his knuckles.

“You like what you see, princess?”

“Yes,” you sit up and reach for him.

He moves his hand so you can touch him. Your fingertips barely meet as they wrap around him. You lick and suck at the head of his cock as you stroke his shaft. Your other hand slips between your thighs to tease your aching clit. His eyes flutter closed and soft curses leave his lips.

“Baby,” he groans. “I need to be inside of you.”

He gently pulls you away before laying you back on the bed. He spreads your thighs wide and slots himself between them. He grasps his cock to drag the head between your soaked folds, spreading your juices over his length. His name leaves your lips, and he hopes soon he’ll have you screaming it.

Green eyes fix to your pussy as he slowly slides into you. He watches you stretch around him, at first opening up easily but soon he feels the slightest bit of resistance. He only manages to get about halfway into you before your nails are digging into his arm and you’re whimpering.

“Too much,” you whine. “You’re so big.”

He leans down to press soft kisses along your cheeks before placing one on your mouth.

“You’re doing so good for me baby,” he mumbles. “You feel amazing.”

He thrusts slowly, careful not to push any more of his length into you. Your whimpers soon turn to wanton moans as the burning turns to tingles of pleasure in your core. Your hands move down to his ass and you push him forward. He grunts as even more of his cock gets taken into your plush, warm walls. Your head falls back against the pillows, leaving your neck open for kisses and bites. Jason takes advantage of being able to mark you up, wanting to make sure you think about him every time you look in the mirror.

With one more thrust, he’s bottoming out with a loud groan. He has to go still to keep from blowing his load as your walls flutter around his cock. You’re grateful to have a moment to get used to feeling so full and stretched. Your fingers curl in his hair as you pull him into a sloppy, passionate kiss.

The kiss is broken by your sweet moans when he pulls all the way out of you then quickly thrusts back into you. Your back arches against the mattress as he picks up a deep, hard pace.

“Such a good little pussy,” he grunts. “I’m gonna make you cum all over my cock, princess.”

“Please, Jason! Fuck,” you cry out.

He reaches down to rub your clit in rough circles, matching the pace of his hips pumping into you. Your fingers and toes tingle as the pleasure heightens. With a few more deep thrusts, the coil snaps. Your vision cuts to static, and you’re only coherent enough to cry out Jason’s name over and over.

“Fuck, yes,” he groans. “Fucking perfect.”

Your walls spasm around him even more as you come down from your high. Your pussy already feels so sensitive. Jason clings onto you and his face burrows in your neck.

“You feel so good, Jay,” you whine.

“I’m close, princess. So close.”

Almost as soon as his warning leaves his lips he’s pulling out of you and grasping his cock. He pumps his swollen cock as his eyes rake over your body.

“Cum on me, Jay,” you whine. “I’m all yours.”

He moans, “When you ask so sweetly…”

Jason moves closer and you watch him jerk off. Sweet groans leave him as he pumps shot after shot of thick cum onto your chest and stomach. He leans back on his knees with a goofy grin as he releases his cock. He admires his handiwork for a moment before leaning in to kiss you.

“That was amazing,” you sigh.

He kisses you again, “It definitely was.”

You’ve been seeing Dick for a while, although it was sometimes at such sporadic intervals you wondered if he was really interested. Sometimes it seemed like you were just a way to pass the time for him. The last time the two of you went out, he’d gotten a phone call in the middle of the date and cut it short. He gave you an apologetic kiss before dropping you off at home and promised to call you as soon as he could. That was two weeks ago. You were starting to accept you’d been unceremoniously dumped when your phone rang again and Dick’s charming smile flashed over your screen. You let it ring for a few seconds before impulsively answering it.

“Hey, babe! I’m s-”

“You have a lot of nerve, Dick Grayson.”

You hear him sigh, and you can almost imagine the frown on his face. You lean against the counter as you wait for him to say something.

“Babe, I’m sorry. It couldn’t be helped,” he says softly. “I promise, I wouldn’t have disappeared like that for no reason.”

“Dick, you always disappear. It doesn’t even feel like you’re my…” you trail off slowly.

“Like I’m your what?”

“Nothing. Just forget it, Dick. It just really hurts to be left in the dark. I’m not a booty call.”

“Well, obviously. We haven’t even done that yet.”

You could hear the smile in his voice, and your cheeks heat up in spite of yourself. He had you there. Most dates ended with a sweet kiss at your front door, a steamy makeout session at the most has been shared. Part of you is relieved he’d called instead of just dropping by like usual, so you could at least pretend you weren’t falling for his charms. The way he said “yet” as though he was so sure you were going to keep seeing him. It was almost infuriating.

“Listen, babe, I really am sorry. Let me make it up to you, please.”

“I don’t know,” you sigh. “You’ll have to try really hard.”

“I can do that,” he chuckles softly. “I’m gonna come over, okay?”

“Hm, I suppose I’ll allow it.”

“Good. I’ll see you in a bit.”

“Okay, I’ll be here.”

You can’t help the small smile that tugs on your lips when you hang up the phone. If he’s going to come to see you, then you figure you should make him as sorry for leaving you hanging as you can. You change into a cute little pink dress that you know drives him crazy with the way it hugs your curves. The closest you’d ever come to sleeping together was the first time you wore this dress on a date. He’d hardly been able to keep his hands off of you all night, and as soon as he’d brought you home his hands were trying to push the dress up your hips. You’d asked him to slow down, and he was more than happy to oblige. Your heart flutters just remembering how badly you’d wanted him then.

It’s not long before there’s a soft knock on your door. You open the door and your eyes are first drawn to the bundle of roses he’s holding. Then to the stitches stretching over his high cheekbone. Your heart drops.

“What happened?” you ask as you let him into your apartment.

He holds out the flowers to you, “Don’t worry about it, babe.”

“How can I not worry? You disappear for weeks and then come back with that.”

He feels a pang of guilt in his chest. He hasn’t told you about his vigilante lifestyle yet, and he knows this whole thing could’ve been avoided if he did. The thought of you thinking he doesn’t want you because of how he always has to leave when there’s trouble.

You go to the kitchen to fill a vase with some water for the roses, and you put them on the counter. You’re arranging them in the vase when you feel Dick behind you. His arms wrap around your waist and he pulls you close as his face burrows in the curve of your neck. He breathes you in, taking in the sweet smell of your body wash and perfume. A shiver runs up your spine when his lips brush softly against your skin.

“I missed you so much, sweetheart,” he whispers.

His hands move over the curve of your waist then over your hips before he turns you around in his arms. You can’t deny that you’re already putty in his hands as he dips in for a kiss. You come up on your tiptoes when he pulls you even closer to deepen the kiss. It’s surprising to receive all of this affection from him. Dick was always sweet and affectionate, but he always held back a bit. He’s careful not to push your boundaries too much. It wasn’t until he heard how hurt you sounded on the phone that he’d considered how all of this might have led you in the wrong direction.

“I missed you too, Dick,” your cheeks burn slightly when you realize how quickly you’re falling for his charms.

“Let me show you how much?” he asks, sweetening the request with another soft kiss.

“Okay,” you squeak.

He picks you up bridal style. Your arms wrap around his neck as he cradles you close to his chest. He takes you to the bedroom and lays you down gently on the bed. He tugs off his jacket and lets it fall to the floor. He spreads your legs before settling on his knees between them, his hands roam over the soft fabric of your dress.

“You know I love this dress,” he smirks.

“Hm, I might have done that on purpose. I was going to make you feel really sorry for leaving me alone.”

“Oh, baby, I’m already sorry. I’m sorry for all of it.”

Your brows furrow, but before you can pry further his calloused fingertips are brushing over your inner thighs. You jolt at the new touch, feeling so excited to finally have him touching you this way. He leans in to kiss you softly before letting his mouth trail over your neck, then to the tops of your breasts.

“So beautiful,” he whispers.

You feel him pushing your dress up, and you lift off the bed so he can pull it over your head. Dick feels breathless when he sees you splayed out before him in just your bra and panties. His hands soothe your soft skin, and he just wants to be so close to you. He’d had a whole scenario planned in his head for how this was going to go, but the stirring in his pants suggests he might not be able to wait long.

He’s pulled out of his thoughts when you sit up suddenly. He’s worried for a moment things have moved too fast and that you might be having second thoughts. These thoughts are dismissed when your lips brush over his neck, then he feels your teeth grazing over his pulse.

You bunch his shirt in your hands and begin tugging on it until he lifts his arms for you to pull it off. You’re dizzy with need as your hands soothe over his toned body, every so often feeling the ridges of old scars on his skin. You nip and kiss on his over his neck, chest, then finally his mouth again. Before he has time to realize what’s happening, you’re on his lap. His hands move to unclasp your bra. As soon as the garment is discarded, his hands are on your tits. He kneads them gently, every so often brushing his thumbs over your nipples.

“Oh,” you sigh when you feel his erection pressed against your core. “You did miss me.”

He lets out a soft whine when your hips roll against him. He grabs your hips, but doesn’t make an effort to stop you. His head presses against your shoulder as he pants.

“Babe, if you keep this up I won’t be able to wait.”

“Then don’t, Dick. I want you.”

He gently lays you back on the bed before getting up to free himself from his pants. He takes his pants and underwear off in the same motion. Your mouth waters when his thick cock slaps against his abdomen. He’s already rock hard and leaking for you. You’d always had your suspicions about Dick based on the limited fooling around you’d done, but you weren’t expecting this.

“Don’t worry babe. I’ll make you feel good,” he says as though he was reading your mind.

He’s slotted between your thighs again in just a few seconds. He makes quick work of taking your panties off. You whine when his fingers drag between your folds before pressing firmly against your clit. He circles it slowly as his eyes drink in every inch of you. He dips his fingers into your wet entrance, his cock twitches when he feels how wet and tight you are. Your hips rise to take in more of his touch. Dick curves his fingers, perfectly rubbing against your sweet spot.

“Fuck, baby, I can’t wait to be inside of you,” he whispers.

“How are you gonna make it fit?”

He winks, “Don’t worry about that, babe.”

He keeps pumping his fingers into you, every so often spreading them to stretch your walls. His thumb grazes over your clit as he tries to work you to orgasm. It doesn’t take long for you to be a moaning mess for him. His name falls from your lips when the coil snaps. Your toes curl as he works you through your orgasm, only pulling his fingers out when he’s sure he’s teased out every bit of pleasure. He leans over the side of the bed to rustle with his pants, and when he comes back to kiss your lips again you realize he’s brought a condom.

“Oh, you were expecting this?”

“I had very high hopes,” he chuckles.

He opens the packet and inspects the condom carefully before giving his cock a few pumps. Then, you watch him roll it over his cock.

“Are you ready, baby?”

You nod eagerly, and he laughs again before guiding himself to your entrance. He pushes the first couple inches into you, and you whine. Already you feel more stretched than ever before. Dick takes his time fucking you with just the head of his cock, waiting for you to relax before slipping even deeper. His breaths are coming out in shallow pants as he tries to keep control of himself. He wants to be buried to the hilt in your soft, warm walls but above all he wants to make you feel good. Loved.

“Dick,” you whine. “Feels so good.”

“Sweet girl,” he smiles. “Can you take more?”

“Please.”

He presses his thumb against your clit and rubs it slowly as he pushes the rest of his cock into your quivering walls. He whines when he’s finally surrounded by you. With his free hand, he guides your ankle to rest on his shoulder, driving himself even deeper with every thrust. Your eyes roll back with pleasure. You’re moaning and whining so sweetly for him.

“Are you gonna cum on my cock, baby?”

“Fuck, yes,” you whine.

“That’s my good girl.”

He quickens his pace, and soon you’re soaking him with your juices as waves of pleasure crash over you. Dick groans as your walls clench around him, desperately trying to push him over the edge with you. He nips softly at your ankle before you notice his thrusts growing sloppier. His hands move down to grip your hips as he drives himself into you even harder. Your name falls from his lips as he cums hard.

He slumps against you, letting your leg fall limply at his side, as he comes down from his high. He presses lazy kisses on your chest as he holds you close. Your fingers tangle in his hair.

“I love you, baby,” he says quietly against your skin.

“I love you too.”

There’s a sweet smile on his face when he lifts his head to kiss you.

#jason todd x reader #dick grayson x reader #red hood #jason todd #dick grayson #nightwing #richard grayson

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imonthinice · 3 years ago

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The Criminal Psychology Majors, Jason Todd x Fem!Reader Part 3/?

Word Count: 1.5k

Author’s Note: Y/N - Your name, A/N -Any name (your best friend’s name)

Part 3! Date 2 is going to be underway with this one. Enjoy!

I had to change my pfp and my header cause they were being dickheads so just be aware if you liked looking at the batboys when clicking on my profile lmao <3

Warnings: Swearing, no beta bitch we die like Jason Todd, Dark humor.

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7) (Part 8) (Part 9) (Part 10) (Part 11) (Part 12) (Part 13) (Part 14) (Part 15) (Part 16) (Part 17) (Part 18) (Part 19) (Part 20)

Y/N woke up the next day feeling like she could take on the world, energized, with a new crush, and full of life, a stark shift from how she usually was. She was never normally a morning person and had a severe addiction to caffeine. I mean, the addiction was still there and she still needed coffee before she could go to her 3pm class and meet up with Jason again, but she was happy. She would put on her clothes and pack her bag before even getting coffee.

“G’morning, A/N!”

“Who are you and what did you do with my best friend?” A/N joked.

“Down girl, I’m just peppy today, it’ll probably wear down and it’s probably a once-in-a-blue-moon deal,” Y/N said as she started brewing her coffee.

“You got a date with Jason today?”

“I do!”

“That explains it,” A/N joked again.

“Says the one with a boyfriend,” she shot back.

“He’s not my boyfriend, we’re just hooking up right now, trust me, if he was, you’d know, darlin’.”

“So what did dreamboat ask last night?” A/N asked.

“Well I said ‘What do you want to know?’ and he said ‘We’ll talk about it today, maybe during notes or maybe during our lunch date, we’ll see how i’m feeling.’ so I think that’s good?”

“You kidding? You got that man wrapped around your finger, respect.”

“Shut up.”

“No thanks, I have free speech y’know.”

“Yeah you can say whatever, but I can also use my free speech rights to tell you to shove it, so, checkmate,” you sneered at her.

“That’s fair,” A/N paused and then changed the subject, “Have you heard Brutal yet?” she asked.

“You’re damn right I have, I wonder where that was for me at 17. But to be fair, I would still blast it now at my parents just to make them irk.”

“They would kill you for listening to that song instead of their Christian Rock.”

“Worth it, I’ll die swinging and singing.” Y/N mused.

“It really is Brutal out here.”

“Leave, get out, that sucked, blocked, friendship over.”

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She walked up to her 3pm class, to be greeted by Jason at the door, with of course, her new knowledge of the tabloids and their minions, she questioned why he’d do this.

“Hey, Y/N.”

“’Afternoon, Jason.”

“I’m trying to give the tabloids a show, don’t mind me.” he mused.

“I’m not surprised, but class is in 5.”

“Then I guess we should sit down and get ready to write at lightning speeds.”

She went to sit down, followed close by Jason. She couldn’t help but notice everyone was staring, but she didn’t care. This is going to be fun, she thought, I’m glad they’re gonna get a fucking kick out of this, she finished her thought.

Class went on as usual, with her scribbling down the notes so quick her arms hurt by the end of it, and Jason just sitting around making sure she wasn’t losing her arms to the writing, and casually laughing at the Professor. Then, the Professor brought up Barry Allen. Dr. Barry Allen and what he does for the criminal psychology people.

“Forensics go hand-in-hand with criminal psych, normally we can tell, as scholars, from the hitting of the weapon why and who might’ve done it.” The Professor said.

She saw Jason tense up a bit, and whispered over to him;

“You know Dr. Barry Allen don’t you?”

“He’s my uncle,” he whispered back.

“Well, be sure to tell him I’ve read some of his essays when I wanted to go into forensics instead of criminal psychology.”

“Really? He has essays?”

“Many. Very good writing. 10/10.”

“You’re going to make his week if you keep talking like this.” he mused.

“Good.” you mocked.

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“So, you’re intermixed with a renowned journalist, a legend in forensic testing and you’re the son of Bruce Wayne?” she asked Jason, she couldn’t believe the words coming out of her mouth, but there they were, all cards on the table.

“Yeah, I know this is all new to you but famous people tend to know other famous people.” he joked with her.

“Well that’s fair, I guess I kind of know Clark, I met him once at a office party with my mum.”

“He’d probably remember you.”

“Enough of your family ties, huh? You said you wanted to know more about me?”

“Yes, that, did you tell your roommate to pick up your car?” he asked her.

“I did, why was I meant to do that, by the way?” she asked him.

“Because, we, you and I, Y/N, are going to go for a joyride on my motorbike and try to get away from these,” he lowered his voice, “bitch ass cameras,” he grabbed her hand and started running towards his bike, dodging all the paparazzi who just wanted the snag shot of the two. They don’t even know my name, and they’re going off about this, she thought.

When the two met his bike, she looked over it fondly. This guy really likes his red, she thought, that’s fair, I do too.

“Nice bike.”

“Thank you, Y/N. We can ride this bad boy out to the country and try to escape the cameras, which kind of cuts into the lunch date, but hey-”

“That’s just the life someone famous has to live?” she questioned.

“You’re catching on.”

“I could have been a detective if I wanted it.”

He laughed and sat down on his bike and like instinct, she sat behind him and wrapped her hands on his chest and leant in. She didn’t know how to passenger a motorbike, but he didn’t say she did it wrong.

“You ready?”

“Jason, are you going to kill me?”

“Well if the shoe fits.” he mused.

“I’m ready.”

And off they went.

There was something about the way the bike drove through the streets of Gotham that she loved so much, she had already fallen in love with the restless city and called it home long before right now, but this was exhilarating for her. Somehow driving at 120mph was amazing, it brought out this feeling of freedom, something she hadn’t ever felt back home in Metropolis.

It’s worth it, she thought, it’s forever going to be worth it.

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Pulling her off of his bike, the two of them laid underneath the tree on the small hill Jason pulled over by.

“Do you think we escaped the pap?” she asked him.

“Probably not.”

“Festive.”

“So, Y/N, it’s your turn to open up about your family. Besides your mum, I already know about your mum.”

“So, my twin sister goes to our rival school, the Metropolis one, I think she’s more of a people person than I’ll ever be. My parents are still together, they got married after they had my sister and I, so I’m a bastard,” she laughed, “I always like telling people I’m by definition a bastard, a lot of them get mad all like, ‘don’t call yourself that you’re a lovely girl’ and it’s just funny to me,”

He laughed, “You call yourself a bastard out of spite?”

“Am I supposed to not? I think it’s funny-”

“It’s pretty funny. I live out of spite too,” he said, almost like he was pulling out a bad memory, but she egged him on slightly,

“Spite who?” she asked.

“Spite God.”

She let out a laugh, and he seemed to let go of whatever memory he had clung onto to watch her laugh. It was clearly a distracting laugh.

“God tried to strike you and you just went ‘Nah mate, go away’? Respectable. I would do that.” she said while laughing.

“That’s exactly what happened, Y/N-” and his phone pinged, he turned it over, it was Dick.

“Mind sharing who that is?”

“I don’t mind, it’s my older brother sending me an article of us today. We really gave them a show holding hands,” he began reading, “ ‘Millionaire’s Son, Jason Todd, Caught Holding Hands with the Mystery Girl.’ “

“One day they will know my name. And it will be a massive article. Like a gender reveal.”

“Like a gender reveal?!” he said back to her, laughing so hard his smile reached ends she didn’t expect it to be able to go.

“It wasn’t that funny of a joke, Jason,” she said.

“It’s a better joke than my brothers and sister could ever come up with, Y/N, and they’ve had Galas to practice for,” he retorted.

“I’ll set it ablaze like the California gender reveal,” she continued with the joke, expecting this to be too far, but this also showed her that Jason liked dark humor, and she did too.

He burst out laughing at this, and she smiled.

“You have perfect teeth, Jason.”

“Is that what you’re focused on?” he asked.

“They are the forefront when you smile, it is hard not to.”

“Romantic,” he mocked her.

“I can be more romantic next date, if you want it,” she said, inclined towards him saying I want it. She was right.

“I want it.”

#jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd x fem!reader #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x you #jason todd fluff #red hood #red hood x reader #red hood x fem!reader #red hood x y/n #red hood x you #red hood fluff #batfam #batfamily #batbros #dceu #dcu #dc

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labyrinth-runner · 4 years ago

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Masterlist

Obidala:

Requests

Song Fics

Sinful Sunday

Obi-Wan Kenobi:

Obi-Wan x Reader Drabbles

Obi-Wan x Reader One-Shots

Obi-Wan x Reader Sinful Sunday

Obi-Wan Meets Christopher Robin

Relationship Alphabet

NSFW Alphabet

Girl! Obi-Wan

Pirate!Obi

Alex Law Masterlist

Dan Torrance Masterlist

Dropping this link for mobile users. Dan Torrance.

Roman Sionis Masterlist

Dropping this down here for all you mobile users because for some reason the last two Header links work correctly on desktop but not on mobile. Roman Sionis

Stand Alones without Masterlists:

In My Arms - A Jaskier x Reader Oneshot (The Witcher)

Jaskier Holiday Headcanons (The Witcher)

Become the Beast- A Suitless!Vader/Anakin Skywalker x Reader Oneshot

This Isn’t Love - A Retelling of the end of RotS from Padmé’s POV

Farce of the Heart- Anakin Skywalker x Reader undercover lovers trope

Honesty on Onderon- An Ahsoka fic where Anakin and Obi-Wan guide her through her feelings for Lux

Empty Chairs at Empty Tables- Leia finally grieves for Alderaan

No Lodging to Pay- A Jedi x Reader Oneshot vague enough to be whatever Jedi you want it to be.

Are You Embarrassed of Me? - Anakin Skywalker x Senator Reader one shot where reader has to face their feelings and decide if Anakin is worth burning up for.

Worth the Wait- Darkling x Reader (Shadow and Bone) A nsfw one shot where reader is the sun summoner

In The Dark of the Night- Darkling x Reader (SaB) Reader is the sun summoner. When they can’t sleep, they go for a walk in the woods to clear their head.

Series:

The Greatest Thing (Moulin Rouge: Christian x OC)

The Christian x Reader Oneshot that inspired it

A Garden in Gotham (Birds of Prey: Roman x Florist! Reader)

Come What May (Obidala)

An Eden of Our Own (Star Wars AU)

Lost In Paradise (Sequel to Become the Beast)

The Prophecy of Us (Bruno Madrigal x Reader)

Writing Challenges:

50 Days of Fics

Hauntober 2020

1000 Follower Celebration (Unholy four ways)*

That one time I was asked for Spanking with the SWs men *

March Kiss List

Quick PSA: Any gifs used on my fics are not my own and have been found through google, and/or tumblr.

#Masterlist #The master list of all master lists

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the-shadow-of-atlantis · 3 years ago

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Meeting Family

Tagging: @melyaliz @sea-quinn @lizartgurl @speedypan @coffee-randomness @uncpanda

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A/N Nick and Debbie mentioned at the end belong to @melyaliz

"What are you thinking about kitten?" Selina asked as she carefully brushed the little girl's hair.

Annabella had a little frown on her face that matched her father's when he was deep in thought. Her little brown eyes met Selina's in the mirror.

"What's a grandma?" Annabella asked.

"Well a grandma is what you call the person who's the mommy of your mommy or daddy." Selina said simply as she began to grab strands of Annabella's hair.

"But… daddy doesn’t have a mommy anymore. And you're not my mommy. So how can I have a grandma if I don't have a mommy?”

Selina's heart ached for the little girl, again she found herself thinking about whisking her away. But Bruce was stubborn; they had to stay in Gotham. According to him it was the best option.

"You do have a mommy kitten, she's just not here." Selina sighed, this was a conversation she needed to have with Bruce not her.

"Why can't you be my mommy?" Annabella asked, her voice coming out so soft Selina almost wasn't sure if she heard her right.

How do you explain to someone so young that you just weren't ready for that title no matter how much you loved them? How do you tell someone that even though they love their father so much the commitment scared you? Alfred cleared his throat making Selina jump slightly. She quickly secured the braid she was working on with a hair tie.

"Mrs. McNider has arrived." Alfred announced.

"She's not used to strangers." Bruce said as he approached the manor. "In fact she's pretty protective of any one she's grown up with. So if she doesn't approach you immediately don't take it personally. She has a pretty set schedule though it got a bit disturbed after the… incident. If I’m being she hasn't really been sleeping in her room lately though that was already a slight issue before what happened. I've already added more security measures because once the paparazzi catch wind of who you are it's only a matter of time before she realizes.”

"I see you haven't changed Bruce." Teresa chuckled as they reached the door. "Let's just take this one step at a time."

Bruce made a face as if he did not like that plan and Teresa couldn't help but smile. The doors opened then and Alfred stood in the entryway.

"Ah Mrs. McNider, I hope you had a pleasant flight." Alfred greeted.

"It was wonderful Alfred." Teresa smiled as she stepped inside. "Now where is my granddaughter?"

"Hiding." Said Selina, she stood in the middle of the entrance and just behind her clutching her leg was Annabella.

Her little face peered over the side of Selina's leg and Teresa couldn't help but gasp. Deep down she must've been expecting the features of her daughter. Despite the pictures she had received she thought maybe her eyes would hold the coldness her daughter carried. Instead Annabella's soft brown eyes studied her with such intense curiosity they seemed to bore deep into Teresa's soul. No, not the eyes of her daughter, they were the eyes of her lost son.

"So you're a grandma?" Annabella asked, stepping away from Selina.

"Yes, I'm your grandma. Though if you don't mind I would prefer the word abuelita." Teresa smiled as she bent down to be at eye level with her.

"Abuelita." Annabella tested the word out. "Why?"

"Because that's the spanish word for grandmother." Teresa explained.

"Tú hablas español?" Annabella asked, excitement lighting up her eyes.

"Sí." Teresa chuckled.

"Ms. Wayne, why don't we show your abuelita where she will be staying." Alfred suggested.

"Okay." Annabella beamed, taking her grandmother's hand and leading her through the manor.

By the end of the day Annabella decided that grandmother's are the best. Hers especially, Teresa did not mind answering all of Annabella's questions. And Annabella was convinced that her grandmother's handbag was magic since she always seemed to have just the right thing to use throughout the day.

As soon as Annabella's head hit the pillow she was out like a light. The adults all stood around as they watched her sleep.

"This is the first time she's fallen asleep so fast." Selina whispered.

"She'll be up soon enough." Bruce frowned as he felt his phone buzz. "I have to go into the office."

"I guess I should go home too then." Selina sighed, she turned and gave Bruce a peck on the cheek.

Teresa watched as Selina quickly and quietly walked into Annabella's room and gave the little girl a soft kiss on her forehead. With that she went out and Alfred escorted her out to her car.

"She wants to run, you know." Teresa said, focusing on Annabella now.

"I know she told me." Bruce said, wondering how she could have known that.

"But she's still contemplating it. Unless you tell her the truth, there's a chance she will stay. She needs to know why you're so driven to stay here."

"It's better for Annabella."

"Is it? Or is it better for you?"

"What do you see?" Bruce sighed.

"She will suffer one way or another even if you leave. How I'm not quite sure, but she'll pull through, she's strong. She'll be even stronger if she has more people supporting her, she needs more family and more friends."

"We're all she has."

"Now Bruce we both know that's not true."

Bruce simply frowned at that knowing that. Okay so maybe there was other family but he couldn't risk bringing them into their lives.

"Go, I'll watch over her. Make sure she stays in bed." Teresa urged as she lightly guided him away from the little girls room.

The week got better for Annabella and by the end of it she had her grandmother wrapped around her finger. For all her meals Annabella was allowed to help her grandmother prepare the food. Well she was allowed to pour things into the pots and pans at least but the kitchen was filled with music and laughter.

Though Annabella had considerably warmed up to Teresa every time they went out to the park or just to tour Gotham Teresa did notice the little seemed to cling to her. For good reason strangers were still scary for Annabella. Still they needed to work on her people skills.

In the evenings they would relax with some tv while Teresa worked on a craft. Annabella loved to ask hundreds of questions on whatever her grandmother was working on. She was even given little tasks like sorting the yarn for hitting or organizing the strips of fabric for a quilt.

By the time it was bedtime Annabella she went to sleep with ease. Bruce had to admit he was impressed but even he could tell Teresa was a little winded. Maybe she had a point, maybe he should bring in more family.

"She has an aunt and uncle that have children. They are all the way in Tokyo and I haven't spoken to them in years but… I'm sure they would be thrilled to come and spend some time with her." Bruce looked at the woman who smiled knowingly. "What?"

"I knew you'd come around." Was all she said making Bruce feel uneasy.

"What did you do?" He asked, he was still trying to figure out just exactly what she was capable of.

"Nothing I haven't done before." Teresa waved her hand dismissively. "Now off to bed for you too. There is no light in the sky yet and you won't be young forever."

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Nick sighed as he rubbed his eyes. He really needed to take a break from the computer but he just had one more task to do. Blinking, he stared back at the screen and clicked on his junk folder. Without meaning to, he accidentally clicked on one of the files. He was about to exit out of it when he noticed the header.

“Hey honey?” He called out and blinked again wondering if maybe he was just sleep deprived.

“Yeah?” Debbie asked, coming out from Jens room holding the book she no doubt took from the girl in order for her to go to sleep.

“Um, since when did Bruce have a daughter?” He asked cautiously, still unsure if the article was real or not.

“What?” Debbie asked, walking faster. She stood behind him and bent forward to see what her husband could possibly be talking about.

There in the email was an article from the Gotham Gazette a large photo was displayed that had Bruce walking out of an ice cream shop holding a little girl that looked to be around five. Next to him was an old woman who had a soft smile on her face. In the bottom corner was a picture of two women but one seemed vaguely familiar. The header read Who’s the Real Mother?

Debbie didn't bother to read the article, instead she focused more on the little girl that Bruce carried. It was hard to really see any of her features in the black and white photo but there was no mistake when it came to the way that little girl smiled. She had Aunt Martha's smile.

“I’ll start looking into flights.” Was all Nick said as he opened a new tab.

“I’ll start packing.” Now all Debbie had to figure out was if she was going to slap her cousin or kill him for not telling her about her niece.

#oc x bruce wayne #batsis x bruce wayne #throughout the years

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twofacedharveydent · 3 years ago

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Questions Tag Game

I was tagged by the lovely @wordspin-shares *waves* thank you!

Why did you chose your url? Always been more of a DC girl. Might have an obsession with the show Gotham... I love Nicholas D’Agosto and am forever bitter we didn’t get to him as two-face.

Any side blogs? I’ve got a crackship blog from back in the day that iI never use anymore and then a shared blog with my boo missecharlotte for our Originals fanfic.

How long have you been on Tumblr? Since 2012...

Do you have a queue tag? it must be queue love

Why did you start your blog in the first place? To make and share edits for my fanfiction stories

Why did you chose your icon/pfp? i made my icon. ^__^ Did I already mention I love Nicholas D’Agosto?? :P

Why did you choose your header? Just something I made to go along with my icon. It’s Gotham City.

What’s your post with the most notes? A Victor Zsasz gif set (x) currently sitting at 1,862 notes

How many mutuals do you have? Not sure...

How many followers do you have? 2,209

How many people do you follow? 298

Have you ever made a shitpost? I don’t think so

How often do you use tumblr each day? My queue always runs, the number of posts vary depending on how much I’ve queued. But I’m usually on here a couple times a day to check my activity.

Did you have a fight/argument with another blog? Nope

How do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts? Depends on the content of the post.

Do you like tag games? Yes!

Do you like ask games? Yes!

Which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous? I mean... are we talking within the oc community? or just in general? Lol IDK. I’m mutuals with some popular oc blogs and also popular blogs in the gif making community -mainly within the Gotham fandom. I don’t really feel right naming any certain person/blog. <3

Do you have a crush on a mutual? Nope!

Tagging: Looks like just about everyone I would tag has already been tagged or have done this already aside from my bestie @missecharlotte -also open to anyone else who thinks this looks like fun!

#i was tagged #ask game

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b-rainlet · 4 years ago

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That bitch Ecco

*insert John Mulaney’s ‘She’s a bitch and I love her so much!’ here*

Why I like Them/Why I don’t

Her introduction is her punching Jerome in the face, how can someone not love her, omg.

I mean, we know nothing about her which maybe makes it harder to relate to her but I just think it makes her more intriguing. Like, what about her parents? Her Father apparently left when she was little, but what about her Mum?? When did she meet Jeremiah? Why the fuck did she pledge her life to him? Please, she’s a badass, why is she hanging around with him???

(Also where the fuck did she learn to fight, did she teach herself? Was she doing some kind of martial arts? Was she trained as a spy or something?? What is her past?????)

And then we have her going from a proxy to being Harley and like....once again, there’s no explanation as to why. I just enjoy thinking scenarios for her, wondering why she turned out the way she did and I am going through her tag daily, looking for some Ecco centric stuff - or even Eccomiah stuff that focuses on her a little (but she’s part of the female characters who get sidelined for Wayleska, just like Selina, which...I ship too! It’s nice! But sometimes I wanna have her tagged in a fic where she actually has a role aside from being mentioned once).

(Also I am a hypocrite and I hate when Selina is being pushed aside or forgotten when other Bruce ships come to play but I have some Selina/Jeremiah wips where I’m like ‘Bruce who????’ ahkdhaskjd, sue me for loving girls).

Also, Ecco is simply adorable and I saw her shake her head to rattle the bullet inside it and was like: Baby

(If Jeremiah won’t treat her right, I definitely will).

Favourite Episode/Favourite Season

She has so little episodes where she features, but she’s a delight in every scene she features in.

Favourite Season would probably be Season 5 because she has a bigger portion of screentime there and she’s Harley instead of Proxy or Mummer and while both of those personas are awesome (and fear-inducing), she’s a lot of fun crazy and unhinged.

Favourite Episode is Ace Chemicals, I’d say. Not that she has a big role in it (that would probably the scene where she fights Selina) but she’s interacting with Jervis there and that scene not only is my header but also made me ship them (and caters to my bisexuality alsjsadnln).

Also I have a fanfic in the works based on that scene because you cannot tell me that Jervis isn’t all heart-eyes over her.

(In my heart, every single villain adores Ecco and hates Jeremiah and they put up with him for her - but they’re all just quietly waiting for her to leave him lmao, they got the chocolate and roses ready, just in case).

Favourite Line

The only Ecco lines I have in my head are ‘Our cover is blownski’ and ‘She got me, Daddy’ and the last one made me fucking nauseous to listen to within the circumstances (I mean, deep fry Jeremiah? Really? No.) so I don’t have a favourite line I think.

But she also doesn’t talk much ashkhks, she either doesn’t talk at all as the mummer or let’s Jeremiah monologue.

(She’s probably more of a ‘Do it’ instead of talking about it girl and I stan her).

Favourite Outfit

ALL OF THEM

They’re all beautiful, props to the costume department

(also sorry you can't see them well, I used gifs from old edits that where still on my phone)

OTP

You would think it’s Eccomiah - and I do love them a lot - but I would give an arm and a leg for some Ecco/Jervis or Ecco/Selina content.

(Also Ecco/Bruce could be adorable and fucking hilarious at the same time, I love them).

Ecco is very much shippable with everyone and I’d read anything about her (pls I’m desperate).

(Also she deserves to be treated like a queen by someone to make up for the awful way Miah treats her in canon, so am I gleefully imagining scenarios of her leaving him and finding someone who treats her right while he’s cursing everything and feels miserable? Maybe).

Brotp

All the girls! Like Ecco and Ivy and Bridgit having meetups where Ivy and Bridgit keep telling her to dump her trash boyfriend askhjafbska

(But tbh, I can see every duo I’ve listed as an OTP as a Brotp too and vice versa. I mean...., you should like your spouse as a friend too askdkjdbkb).

Idk why, but I can’t really warm up to Ivy/Ecco (which is basically Harley/Ivy), but maybe that’s precisely because it would be like Harley/Ivy and I’m not really a fan of those two.

(I also have to admit that I enjoy Ecco a lot more than Margot Robbie’s version of Harley Quinn).

Headcanon

Umm...idk? I kinda thought about her being russian? But I think that’s quite a popular thought, I saw some people mention it before!

My headcanons usually change to adapt the current au I am thinking about but a hc I keep in most of them is that Ecco was pretty straight to the point before she became Harley and that she isn’t one for social cues. She’s blunt.

(Which for me mostly means that Jeremiah pre-spray tried to flirt with her and she just. Didn’t respond to any of it. Not because she isn’t interested but because she doesn’t think much about Miah offering her things like sleeping in the guest bedroom. Makes sense, he works late and she’s within reach in case he needs anything, while he overthinks everything and basically offered her to move in with him lmao).

Unpopular Opionion

Idk if that’s unpopular but she’s a really good Harley Quinn version (I think all their villain versions are very good? Like, they also have the best joker version(s), Gotham knows how to entertain me).

A wish

Please, whoever’s in charge, drop what the writers would’ve done with her if Gotham wouldn’t have been cancelled, I am curious.

Was she meant to die and be replaced at one point to show how Miah is actually looking for the ‘finished’ Harley version, like it’s alluded to in the finale? If she’s not his forever companion, would she have betrayed him at some point? Or if she is supposed to be Harley, would she have teamed up with Ivy at some point?

Would we have gotten more scenes of her interacting with other villains? Would we have seen a bit more of her past or maybe a flashback scene of the shooting?

(I don’t think so, they probably would’ve kept her an insignificant side character but an enby can dream).

Also, if I’m already wishing, someone release the cut scenes involving her.

An oh-god-please-don’t-ever-happen

Finale? Which Finale? Gotham ends with Bruce leaving and nothing happens after that :)

5 words to best describe them

I’ll give you four ;)

Endearing

Cuckoo

Consecrated (to sth.)

Overlooked

My nickname for them

WIFEY

#Ecco

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dc-earth53 · 4 years ago

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.#0011 - Enchantress (June Moone)

Age: 41

Occupation: Artist, magician.

Marital status: Single.

Known relatives: None.

Group affiliation: Shadowpact, Sentinels of Magic, Suicide Squad.

Base of operations: Belle Reve Penitentiary, Oblivion Bar.

Height: 5′6″

Weight: 126 lbs.

History:

19 years ago: Artist June Moone is invited to a costume party at an old castle, and stumbles upon a magical being known as Dzamor, which grants her the ability to transform into a super-powered alter ego named “The Enchantress.”

16 years ago:

After operating part-time as a superhero for a few years, the Enchantress attempts to eliminate all evil on Earth by stealing all magic, coming into conflict with Supergirl.

Having had a taste of power, Moone’s Enchantress personality begins committing more and more heinous acts of villainy to gain more, causing Moone to keep her repressed.

12 years ago: Moone fights Zatanna and the Justice League, and is defeated by them, ending up in prison at Belle Reve.

10 years ago:

The Enchantress joins Amanda Waller’s Task Force X, better known as the Suicide Squad, performing missions for Waller in exchange for a commuted sentence.

During a trip to the Nightshade Dimension, Moone learns the truth about her powers: Dzamor is the father of beings known as the Incubus and the Succubus, rulers of the dimension, and her Enchantress persona is actually the Succubus given human form. The Incubus tears the Succubus from Moone, leaving her powerless, and she leaves the Squad, committing herself to a mental institution.

7 years ago: The demon Etrigan and the renegade angel Asphodel release the hordes of Hell upon the Earth. In the process, the Succubus is reunited with Moone, and she breaks free from the asylum, joining the fight but ultimately being killed by Sebastian Faust. The Enchantress’s magical powers unite with Moone’s body and personality, leaving a new, more whole Moone.

5 years ago: During the Spectre’s quest to destroy all magic, Moone joins the ragtag band of heroes known as the Shadowpact, a name used by groups “doomed to lost causes,” and manages to help stop the Spectre’s rampage.

4 years ago: The Shadowpact remain a team, fighting the group known as the Pentacle inside of a magic bubble in River Rock, Wyoming. When they emerge from the bubble, a whole year has passed.

3 years ago:

The Shadowpact, alongside the Phantom Stranger and the Shadowpacts of the past and future, team up to stop the orchestrations of Doctor Gotham and his patron, the Sun King.

Shadowpact travels to Hell to take part in the battle for control of the realm between Neron, Blaze, and Satanus.

1 year ago: Moone and the Enchantress are forcibly separated, requiring the intervention of John Constantine and Deadman to stop the Enchantress from destroying all life on Earth and to reunite the pair.

Present day: Moone responds to a summons by Amanda Waller for aid, re-enlisting in her Suicide Squad by choice while continuing to work with the Shadowpact.

Commentary:

Enchantress is one of those characters who has gotten a really bad rap as of late due to a terrible portrayal in outside media - namely the dumpster fire that was 2016′s Suicide Squad feature film. However, June Moone is an example of a character who probably would have been much more successful if DC had introduced her thirty years later than they did, as the original idea for Enchantress was essentially a magical girl. Instead, she languished in obscurity until she, like so many others, was picked up by John Ostrander for his Suicide Squad title.

There’s nothing much to report about differences between this version of Moone and the canon one, however - she’s one of those characters who only pops up once in a blue moone (heh) if she’s not in a team book, and the team books she’s been in have never been the heavy hitters. With just a few minor alterations to her timeline, she’s good to go - I even managed to integrate New 52 Justice League Dark and Suicide Squad in there somehow.

Looking at costumes, her current outfit (the one in the header image) is one of circumstance - I had originally planned to use her Shadowpact outfit, the one with the bustier and cape, but then I found this piece by Stjepan Sejic, and when I get a chance to show off Sejic art, like hell I’m going to turn it down.

Next: Oracle, and then... oh, gods of Thanagar, Hawkman.

Got questions? Asks are always open!

#dc #dc comics #earth 53 #profile #june moone #the enchantress #suicide squad #shadowpact

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froldgapp · 5 years ago

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Lead From Behind

Wrote something finally. For a fandom I know a very limited amount, but hey ho! Consider this vaguely Geoff Johns era Teen Titans.

“Gah!” Tim jumped in his seat. Years later and Batman still had him almost losing his bowels every time he emerged silently from the shadows. Breathing deeply through his nose, Tim recovered himself then turned to look up at Batman, something in his neck pulling painfully with a loud pop. Batman, cowl down and hair glued to his forehead with sweat, stood with his arms folded, eyes still fixed on Tim’s screen. A thick finger prodded at the second paragraph down.

“A jump in logic there.” The finger drifted south. “And there.”

Tim followed the finger, saw the slack in his reporting Batman had spotted, and grumbled, “I was going to circle back to it…”

A warm huff, voice like velvet. “Sure.”

Tim turned again, felt the strain in his tired neck and shoulders as he stared up into amused blue eyes. “I was.”

Batman huffed again and strode off, beginning to unfasten the rest of his uniform. Tim hastily locked his screen and slipped from his chair to follow the man. He’d been out of his own uniform for hours, having finished up his sweep of the city earlier that night; already half-exhausted by his trip back from San Francisco. Despite the quiet ‘night on the town’, the shorter stint dragged as much as his damp cape did in the miserable Gotham air. He had nothing to show for his hours back in the city other than the tedious report currently driving him demented on his computer. Namely, his attempt to somehow clear the name of his out-of-town cohorts. Generally speaking, the Teen Titans. Specifically speaking, Beast Boy and Wonder Girl. A pair who may or may not have destroyed an entire art installation near Pier 39, under the watchful eye of several television cameras, all while screaming bloody murder at each other (Beast Boy with the underwear of the interim, possibly extra-terrestrially compromised mayor clenched between his baboon jaws).

Batman lay his gauntlets down on a table and dragged a towel across his face. “Fun trip?” he asked, still with that amused pur.

“Was quiet. Quiet route. Real quiet.”

Batman canted an eye over his shoulder at Tim, who found himself lingering around the man like a dirty wet crumb that wouldn’t quite make its way down the plughole.

“San Francisco was quiet?” asked Bruce, turning fulling to face Tim now, eyes like darts.

“Gotham was.”

“I know. It is. I’m here. I saw.”

“Good. Quiet. For both of us. That's good. You had a quiet day and I had a quiet day.” Tim kicked at the floor. "Quiet." He drew the word out into two distinct syllables.

“San Francisco,” Bruce prompted.

Tim hiked his shoulders up and said, “Good” at least an octave too high. “Sunny. No fog.”

“The report you’re working on, Tim...”

“What report?”

“The one on your screen.”

“What screen?”

“Tim…” Now it was Bruce's turn to suck a steadying breath through his nose.

“Yes, Bruce.”

“I’m very tired.”

“Maybe you should go to bed then, Bruce. Forget today. Get some rest.”

“I’d like us both to pretend for a moment that we both know which report I’m talking about and which screen I’m talking about and which city I’m talking about.”

“Ah…”

“You wouldn’t be trying to write a couple of metas out of trouble would you?”

“Why, what’d Superman and Wonder Woman do this time?”

“Tim…”

Tim flung himself up on the table and cringed under the weight of Bruce's weary stare. He wished he was still in uniform. He hated when Bruce caught him with his tights down. “Yes, we messed up. Just… everything got so crazy with the mind-control and the St Elmo’s Fires and that mayor, and by I managed to get myself out of the water, which is way colder than you’d think, by the way, Beast Boy and Wonder Girl were already at each other’s throats. Like, literally:” Tim mimed choking a ghost.

“They destroyed thousands of dollars worth of property.”

“I know.”

“Put a wrinkle in all that outreach work you’ve been doing on behalf of metas.”

"I know."

"Knocked over several Porta-Potties."

“I know,” Tim groused, dragging his hands down his face. He chanced a look at his boss through split fingers. “Look, Bruce, they know what they did.” He dropped his hands to his lap with a defeated slap.

“I have no doubt.” Bruce’s eyes shuttered for a second, a sign of something deeper he didn’t want Tim to see. Something uncomfortable. “Tim…”

“Hoo boy.”

“They know what they did. It’s all over the press. All over everyone’s mouths at the League.” Bruce lowered himself to sit next to Tim. “But I wonder…" He was being careful. "Do you know what you did? What you’re doing?”

Tim steeled himself, but it didn’t translate into his weak shrug all full of petulance and doubt .

“Whenever you come back here and try to save them, make excuses for them...You’re not thinking like a Robin or a team leader.”

There it was: a Robin. Not ‘Robin’. No. 'A'. One of many. Bruce only spoke that way when he was disappointed. When he, Tim, a Robin, had messed up. Tim thrust his tongue into the side of his cheek and tried to will his face to stop burning.

“You’re thinking like a kid who’s been caught flunking school with his buddies. You have to be bigger than this. Harder. They’re your team, Tim. When they mess up…” Bruce sighed heavily, regretfully. “That’s on you. Sometimes you have to play a heavier hand. Not make excuses, but make them better. You see?”

“Sure. Yeah, I see.”

A heavy hand found Tim’s shoulder and squeezed. “You good?”

Tim made a dry sound that might have been a laugh. “Yeah.”

“You get it?”

Tim dropped from the table, his still-untied shoes squeaking on the smooth floor. “Yeah,” he said. “Yeah, I get it.”

Bruce’s eyes narrowed, then he too pushed off the table and tugged down the zip on his suit. “Good. No need to finish your report. Just sign off on the Justice League’s statement. It should be on the system by now. They were very keen to send it to me.”

“Sure, Bruce.” Tim drifted back to his computer. “Thanks.” He dropped back into his chair and erased his report, which even at a glance now seemed paper-thin and childish. What was he thinking? Of course he knew they'd know. He just thought, maybe some words, some... reason could distract them. That the chaos of the day could be underwritten somehow. Stupid. Foolish. Selfish. Because of his team reflected badly on him, then he, a Robin...

He clicked the blinking red icon that indicated a new message from the League. Teen Titans Foil Out-of-Worlder Mayor, Destroy Priceless Geddison Exhibition , the statement header read. Tim’s cheeks were flaring. “I’ll talk to them.”

#tim drake #tim drake fan fiction #froldgapp writes #what am i doing #teen titans fan fic

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kravitzwrites · 6 years ago

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here is part 2 of my dash headers packs. this pack is based on the gotham city sirens, and includes 15 headers that could work for these characters or similar ones. all images are from pinterest so credit to the original owners. feel free to use however you want but please like this post so i know if they’re useful.

( these are super fun to make so hmu with requests if you have any ! )

1. FUN

the grey colour is #a19c95 so use that as your bg colour if you want it to seamlessly blend !

2. HARLEY HAT

the grey colour is #a19c95 so use that as your bg colour if you want it to seamlessly blend !

3. RED HAIR AND ROSES

the border colour is #948e85 so use that as your bg colour if you want it to blend !

4. RED HEAD AND BLONDE

the black colour is #232323 so use that as your bg colour if you want it to blend !

5. GUNS N ROSES

the grey colour is #989686 so use that as your bg colour if you want it to blend !

6. REFLECTIONS

the pink colour is #a29283 so use that as your bg colour if you want it to blend !

7. CATWOMAN MASK

the grey colour is #a19c95 so use that as your bg colour if you want it to blend !

8. GIRL GANG

the grey colour is #a09c8e so use that as your bg colour if you want it to blend !

9. HARLEEN

the grey colour is #a19c95 so use that as your bg colour if you want it to blend !

10. GET SCRATCHED

the black colour is #030303 so use that as your bg colour if you want it to blend !

11. BOOM

the grey colour is #999585 so use that as your bg colour if you want it to blend !

12. COPY CAT

the grey colour is #9d998b so use that as your bg colour if you want it to blend !

13. BITCHIN’

the grey colour is #a19c95 so use that as your bg colour if you want it to blend !

14. SOFT RED

the grey colour is #a19c89 so use that as your bg colour if you want it to blend !

15. PEARLS

the black colour is #030303 so use that as your bg colour if you want it to blend !

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trumpetnista · 6 years ago

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CMW2/Trumpetnista: True North

Summary from FFN: CANON COMPLIANT AU WITH HEAVY SPOILERS FOR THE END OF SEASON 4 AND THE FIRST EPS OF 5; After the events of 'Not You, Too', Bruce is ecstatic that Selina is alive but he is about to truly lose it. Being the True North of his life, Selina enlists the one person who loves him more than her to help him escape Gotham's ruins.;Rated for words & imagery;4th in my 2019 SSS Project

Words from the Hooded GOTHAMITE: Your eyes are not deceiving you, folks. It's a double header! I'm really gonna knuckle down and update/finish at least one of my established stories in another fandom after this one, I promise but again, what the Muses want, they get. If I don't cooperate with them, they go away for ages. They really want Bruce and Selina right now. It is what it is.

Selina and Alfred's bond is one of my favorite on the show. I've always loved a good 'started from the bottom, now we're here' plotline and I'm glad that they've united. Other than Jim, they're all Bruce has so it's best that they get along. They've gone from enemies to frenemies to family and I really, really hope that the BatFamily can become some kind of an official thing in GOTHAM's endgame. If not, that's what fanfic is for.

Again, I just want everyone to be happy. Is that too much to ask?

Anyway, here's the follow up to 'Not You, Too' and after I do the aforementioned updating/finishing in my other fandoms, I will get started on my next big Baby BatCat fics. There is a need and I will fulfill it!

Disclaimer: “Honestly, it’s not mine!”

"I once said that the only reason he wanted to be with me was because I was literally the only girl he knew. That myth is just busted all to pieces now, ain't it?"

"Completely. You're the love of his life."

"He's a masochist. And I'm an idiot because I love him back. One of those Tangs for me?"

"Yes."

"Any vodka in it?"

"Unfortunately, no."

"Don't worry. I'll swipe some Goose from Barbara later. I gotta go see Tabby. Pay my respects."

"I'm sorry for your loss, Selina."

"Are you?"

"You cared for her."

"She tried to kill Bruce. Like really, really tried."

"Everyone has."

Laughing still hurt like hell but Selina Kyle couldn't help but do so. It wasn't like Alfred Pennyworth was wrong. Every maniac worth their salt in Gotham took a crack at Bruce Wayne at least once before their temper tantrum was done. That was what he got for being an overly noble piece of shit like Jim Gordon. Not to say that Gordon wasn't a good man (not that she'd ever tell him so to his face) but to model one's life choices after him really wasn't the best idea. It led to so much trouble.

Hopping down from the roof's ledge aggravated her injuries but Selina welcomed the pain. She welcomed the fact that she could climb and jump again. Even when she had nothing, even when she was all alone, she had been able to move. She had been able to run, jump and be free. Jeremiah Valeska had taken that away from her. He had shot her, nearly ruined her, but fate in the form of Bruce had intervened. He had gone out and found a Cure for her. He had risked becoming a living garden from Ivy Pepper Version 3′s venom for her. He had saved her and in turn, she would do her best to save him.

Eventually, she wouldn't be able to. It went back to him being an overly noble piece of shit but damn it, she would try. Bruce didn't get to die on her, not for a long time.

"How are you feeling?"

"I look the way I feel, Lurch."

"So, like a walking piece of roadkill?"

"Fuck off."

And it was very clear that Selina could not die on him. It wasn't an option. Jeremiah Valeska and his crazy girlfriend bitch had tried to kill her. They had damned near blown her up but she had made it out. She had managed to get out of her restraints and had been in the process of climbing out of a window when the explosives went off. That had sent her flying and while there was a bit of a blank, she remembered the feeling of weightlessness, the impact with the truck, and more importantly, the feeling of needing to get home.

Home was Bruce. Whether they were in Wayne Manor, The Haven, or anywhere, Bruce was home. She needed to get her ass up, pull herself together enough to function, and get home. If Valeska went after her, it stood to reason that he was going to go the whole nine yards. Her, Gordon, Alfred, anyone positive in Bruce's life had a bulls-eye on them again. Valeska wanted to break him. He wanted to convert him to his special brand of madness and the circus freak probably wanted his body, too. Bruce was damned fine to look at, like one of those angels in museum paintings. He had been adorable before but puberty had been very good to him.

However, the only person who would be touching the art was her.

Even if Jeremiah wasn't crazier than the cow that jumped over the moon and blew it up, the age difference was not good. Jeremiah was in his mid-twenties. Bruce may be 40 years old in the head but he had just turned 18. Jeremiah's Evil Twin Jerome, may he forever rot and burn in Hell, had ruined his birthday party when he took over that concert with exploding neck bombs.

The cake had been damned good, though. God, Selina missed cake so much. It was still possible to find the ingredients or a done one but it was more trouble than it was worth. The energy would be put to better use finding medicine or ammo.

Anyway, it had taken some time but she had gotten to the Twelfth Precinct, only to find a broken Bruce Wayne. He had thought she had been murdered. Jeremiah had said she was dead and instead of breaking in the way the freak longed for, Bruce had beaten him to death with a chair.

Jeremiah Valeska was very much dead.

Selina had demanded to see the body, just to make sure he was gone, and it had been a mess. Absolutely justified but a mess, all the same. Jeremiah's girlfriend had been catatonic but when three unfortunate saps tried to transport her to Arkham, she had murdered them and ran. Word was that she The Dark Zone's leader now and she would 'continue her beloved's legacy' or some other nonsense like that. As long as the demented bitch left Bruce the hell alone, Selina didn't care.

She would never forget the way he looked when Bruce came out of Gordon's office.

He looked as if his whole world had been destroyed but reborn in front of his eyes. The wild look in his eyes, the way he was shaking? It was the warehouse with Scarecrow's Terror Gas all over again, only a thousand times worse. All Selina could do was touch him, tell him to breathe, tell him to look at her but he hadn't got it. It had taken seconds for him to get it but it had felt like hours. Seeing him like that? God, if the motherfucker wasn't already dead, Selina would've gone after him. He already had a target on him for the bullet to her spine but hurting Bruce, breaking Bruce...

The hug he had given her had been so painful but she didn't dare pull away, not until she was sure that he was back. The anguish and relief in his voice as he cried in her arms, even as he responded to her would haunt her forever.

It also put a very heavy responsibility on her.

She had to stay alive.

She had to keep her remaining 7 lives close to her because if she didn't?

"...Selina? Are you up here?"

"Hey, B. You want some Tang? There's no vodka in it but it's still pretty good."

"No, thank you. I...I woke up and you were gone."

"Sorry. I needed some air and you needed the sleep. I didn't mean to scare you. C'mere."

Bruce came to her and hugged her, hiding his face in her shoulder. It had been 2 days since her supposed demise and Selina knew that he would cling for quite a while. Afterwards, he would be even more protective of her and she had to get ready to deal with it. Not just from Bruce but from everyone. Even though Valeska was gone, eliminating one of Gotham's biggest problems, she and everyone else was far from safe. The government was still doing its best to avoid helping them, meaning that the city would continue to fall apart. Eventually, even the good people would start turning on each other for the sake of survival and then, where would they be?

"You two weren't fighting, were you?"

"Nah. Truce is still on."

"Good."

"You need to eat."

"I'm not hungry."

"I didn't ask if you were. You need to eat. I found a bunch of MREs and water. There's enough."

"Selina..."

"Look, I get it. You thought I was dead, went full on WrestleMania on Valeska, found out I wasn't dead, and had the panic attack to end all of them. You're stressed out. You're feeling guilty for caving that asshole's head in, which you really shouldn't, by the way, you're still sad because the city's fucked but let me tell you something: I'm still here. We're getting by as best we can until we can get outside help. Valeska had it coming to him and all not taking care of yourself is gonna do is make Alfred worry about you and piss me off. Do you wanna do that?"

"...no."

"You need to eat. And you need to sleep some more. I'll come down in a few minutes. I gotta bandage and ice my ribs, anyways. Eat. Talk to Gordon and get some damned sunlight, will you? You look even more like a vampire than usual."

Bruce let out a noise that was between a scoff and a laugh before looking between them.

"Anything to add, Alfred?"

"No, I think she covered things nicely."

"I don't know if I like this. You two ganging up on me..."

"Somebody has take the L. It might as well be us. Are you still here?"

"I'm going, I'm going..."

"Wait."

Stepping forward, Selina pulled him down into a tender kiss and pecked his forehead.

"Now, scram. Grab me some chili mac and a vanilla pudding."

Bruce looked at her fixedly, nodded, and headed for the staircase. He hesitated in the doorway and when he turned around, Selina gave him a tired but genuine smile. Relief visibly filled him at the sight and he was gone. Shaking her head, she let out a noise that was half sigh and half sob.

"For fuck's sake...Alfred, we've got to get him outta here. Enough is enough. I don't...he has been on the edge of the worst nervous breakdown ever since it all went down with his parents and now this shit, on top of all the other shit? We gotta get him the hell out of here, government bullshit be damned!"

"Agreed. How?"

"I dunno. I was hoping that you had an idea. All that gray hair. There ought to be some wisdom underneath it..."

"This gray hair used to be blonde."

"Oh Christ...don't tell me you were walking around looking like one of the bastards from The Bee Gees back in the day..."

"Okay, I won't."

"Ewww...I wanna see pics but ewww..."

"...we're all he's got. Us and Gordon and he won't leave."

"Gordon will help us get him out, though. Him, Bullock, and Foxy. Maybe even Barbara. She's always had a soft spot for him from back in the day. If not, she'll do it for me...or Gordon. Gross."

"Problem is that Bruce may refuse to leave. He sees Gotham as his responsibility."

"I'll change his mind about that."

"I don't think you're in enough good physical condition to do that, yet."

"First of all, where there's a will, there's a way. Secondly, you need to mind your business, Jack. I know you're his Guardian and I guess mine now but there are boundaries..."

"Apologies."

"...and third, I don't think getting him to bounce will be as hard as you think. He doesn't want to lose anyone else he loves to what's left of this place. That's us. If we get out, he'll get out. Of course, he'll come back here to help as soon as possible because he's an overly noble piece of shit..."

"He's our overly noble piece of shit."

"...I know but...if we stick together, we can pull it off. Truce is still on."

"For Bruce."

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felicitykings · 3 years ago

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Your new icon is so gorgeous, girl!!! The pink really pops, and I love your new header with gotham!batcat in the background.

Thank you, Haley!💛💛💛💛

#answered #haley #the unofficial batcat fam💕#gothamstreetcat

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captainshazamerica · 3 years ago

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Yeah it's the same anon 💜 dude my apologies for the amount of crap I've spewed in your ask box but in my defense no one I know gives a shit about batfam or gotham rogues or Alfred (I've gushed here about alfreds fabulousness too opps) anndd I partly blame you for me falling back into the titans trap cuz s1 was meh I forgot I even watched s2 😅 then I seen some titans stuff on your blog and boom my brain latched onto it and now here I am experiencing maternal fear for my son jason 😢you are 1000% right this jason is PERFECTION as robin like actual perfection I dunno why but I thought this robin was like 16? So I was thinkin how tf is 16/17 yo supposed to be redhood!? It work in comics/cartoon but live action 16 y/o redhood seems meh I kinda want the lazarus pit just I freakin want TALIA but I don't think that's gonna happen I dunno

Tbh (this may be biased) but I think the Gotham tv show is literally the best dc comics adaptation of anything ever! it is superior to all thier shows movies animations and the arrowverse at least in my books lol

Tumblr is my only form of 'social media' and I don't keep up with updates or anything about shows cuz I like to pretend the fiction is real and I don't want reality wrecking that for me like hahahaa so I had no clue about timmy or babs but I'm so happy

DUDE YES this is literally the only time I can see bruce ever killing the joker on screen aww please I want it so bad I mean they probably won't but they should cuz this is the only capacity in which batman can kill the joker live action like if down the line somewhere on another show/movie bruce killed joker he prob wouldn't be dead dead or they'd bring him back some way so the kill wouldn't even matter but old bruce killing the joker because he's finally had enough he's old now, jasons death finished him and he's not gonna be batman anymore it's a nice end for batman and the joker, it's the only way we'll ever get this end cuz like you said they'll never have the balls to permanently kill joker any other way in live action everything is aligning perfectly for this to happen so dang dc just freakin let it happen c'mon

Yo whose your first fav rogue? Is it riddler? I feel like mines riddler haven't really thought much about whose my fav gotham rogue but I'd probably say riddler, I prefer the central city rogues but the Gotham rogues are just pure chaos and I'm living for that hahaa

I'd rather superheros/vigilantes/villians in live action not have relationship drama just put them in a relationship or dont like I came for the action and weird super shit not the ordinary relationship drama thankfully titans seem to be doing okay in this aspect I do quite like dickkory a lot but I mean in the supergirl show ughhh I was like I came here for the flying and the dope laser eyes I don't give a shit about her getting a boyfriend like seriously whyyy

My brain decides to jump about obsessing over characters like one week Kory is my wife next week detective grayson is my husband and I AM NIGHTWING then my brain is like no Barbara kean is wifey just basically fictionally I'm married to everyone 😅

Yikes this was so long sorry girl

Omg, pls don't apologize! I get so dang excited whenever i get an ask, yours always make my day, you don't even know! Like same about no one i know caring about dc/batfam! And talking to someone about it is so much better than yelling into the wind here on a text post that no one reads xD Don't stop sending your asks whenever you wanna dump your feels/talk about dc/batfam omg.

And Im so proud I got you into this Titans spiral xD My work here is done hahahaha. But yes, I feel like his looking so young for red hood over shadows how great his jason robin performance was! Love seeing him get that recognition! But yeah, the age is def off, like I cant remember how old they said he was in the show, maybe 16? but too young for red hood in live action form. Like its hard cause in reality 16 year olds and 19 year old boys typically don't look too different, for the most part, while comics you can get get away with it more. Huh, yeah, it doesn't seem like Talia is gonna happen, maybe just maybe a cameo or something? Cause we also weren't expecting joker but here we are(tho it almost looks like he wont be a big plot point/even see him much, it almost looks like it is just showing how brutal gotham is? But like its just the trailer and doesnt always give the full picture so who knows!)

Omg YES about Gotham! I 1000% agree! Im also biased cause its what got me into batman, again like exactly a year ago! It got me into the world like no other media of dc had before!(well, Shazam did, i guess tech thats the start of my interest in dc/first time i read the comics, but gotham is what really got me into this spiral). I hate how much hate it gets, like yeah its not perfect and they took creative liberties obviously, but i 100% agree that its the best adoption of DC yet! 100%! Its so nice to see the characters and rogues fleshed out more. I feel like it successfully did what Nolan tried to do in terms of making it dark and realistic, but in a way that was more accurate and true to the comics! I wish it wasn’t canceled so early and thus the last season had to be so rushed :(

thats smart, i typically dont look for spoilers and stuff anymore but I just got so hyper focused that I had to look at least what the stars were putting out on social media, but yeah, i use to get so caught up in all that that it took the fun out of seeing it live.

Oh my gosh, that would seriously be the PERFECT end to batman and joker story in this universe omg. Amen about all that! And like it would hopefully show Jason how much he cares? So maybe Bruce would kill him after red hood emerges? It will be interesting to see hat causes Jason to be so dang pissed in this version.

ahaha yes riddler is my fav! (my header gave it away didn’t it xD) I love most Riddlers but ESPECIALLY gotham riddler, Ed is like one of my fav character of all time. Oooh, I don’t know central city rogues all that well(well, way more than Metropolis rogues, I know so little about superman world), like I know some from the first 3 and a half seasons of the flash (I watched a couple years ago but got busy with school and couldn’t keep up and just never caught up/didnt have motivation to finish(plus i forgot so much id have to rewatch everything again), but I saw they finally just introduced Bart Allen, so I have have to randomly jump back in for a bit cause Bart is one of my favsss), and the ones in the cartoons and stuff

Ha! true, i dont mind it when its for character development or if I happen to be super into the ship(like Nygmakins in Gotham omg, I know they are super unpopular but they are like one of my OTPs omg), I feel like it has to be balanced right/not too much focus on the drama of the relationship over everything else. Like a minor subplot is good but don’t make it the focus of the show. And yeah , supergirl never appealed to me cause of that reason! i like drama and not JUST action (I like psychological drama, as long as there is comfort to follow xD) but yea i get what u mean by too much relationship focus . I think, for the most part, Gotham did that pretty well.

omg i love the disaster bi vibes you are giving off xD But omg I feel the jumping around thing so much ahaha. Like right now the 4 robins are constantly on rotation on who I’m obsessing over at the moment tbh xD

Omg mine responses are just as long, don’t apologize!!!! <333333333333333

#long post #anon #meredith gets an ask #ask #meredith thoughts #rambling #batman #batfam #gotham #titans #fan theories #speculation #titans speculation #predictions

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