#i always draw Jason thinking about a puppy...

[coquettemouse]

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[too-much-tma-stuff]

Reclaiming What Was Lost (Part 13)

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“Will you come up to the roof with me?” Dick asked softly, he’d pulled Jason aside once the Teen Titans filtered out to head home, Tim and Ellie had lingered a bit longer to hug their family members, but even they had left now. “There’s someone else who’d like to talk to you, if you’re up to it?”

Danny was there in a flash, sometimes Jason forgot about Danny’s enhanced hearing until moments like this when he leaned against Jason’s shoulder and half glared at Dick. “Who is it?” He demanded to know suspiciously, Dick looked startled. 

“Oh, it’s…” He glanced back and forth between the two of them. He’d probably wanted to talk to Jason alone and underestimated the extent to which the two of them didn’t do anything alone at this point. At least not without prior discussion and, usually, having a tracker on each other. “Diana was hoping to see you again.”

Jason’s breathing caught in his throat and stopped entirely for a long moment. Danny looked up at him worriedly, pressing impossibly closer and giving a questioning little trill. “Jason?” He prompted softly. Jason shook his head, trying to knock himself out of his stupor, it didn’t particularly work but at least he was breathing again. He had been both hoping for and dreading this, and now that it was happening he didn’t know what to do.

“Jay, I don’t think she’s mad,” Dick said softly, stepping a little closer and resting a hand on his arm, ignoring or not noticing Danny’s little growl when he stepped into their space. “She doesn’t have a no killing rule like B. She is… upset, but I think it’s because of what happened to you, not because of anything you did, or being disappointed in you.”

“I hope so, because I don’t think I could stand her being disappointed in me.” Jason meant it to be a joke, but it came out far too raw. He took a deep breath, rolled his shoulders, and nodded. “I’ll come,” He agreed, shaking out his arms and drawing on what determination he could.

“Can I come,” Danny asked softly, still tucked against Jason’s side, looking up at him with puppy-dog eyes Jason thought were probably unintentional. He didn’t mean to pressure Jason into letting him come, he just wanted to be there to help in any way he could.

“Yes, you can come. Just.. let me handle it okay? Unless she attacks me I guess-”

“She won’t!” Dick put in, shocked at the suggestion. 

“Right,” Jason said, nodding again. “But unless she does, just hang back and let us talk,” He told Danny gently. 

“Alright,” Danny said. It might be just a little bit of a struggle for him because he was used to jumping in when Jason was struggling to express his feelings, but Jason believed that he would do it. Unless Jason asked Danny to, so he’d just have to resist doing that impulsively if things got hard. Danny was good at expressing Jason’s feelings for him, but Jason didn’t want to rely on Danny for this, especially because he didn’t know the history between Jason and Diana.

“Alright, she’s waiting for us now. She has been for a bit but I didn’t want to break up the party and she said she’d wait as long as we needed. I know she was always your hero Jay, but she cared about you too,” Dick encouraged, before leading the way up to the roof. The stair to the roof access had never felt so long to Jason, he was glad to have Danny right behind him or he might have turned back.

Jason hesitated in the doorway when he saw Diana’s outline, sitting on the edge of the roof with her back to them, her long curly hair swishing slightly in the night breeze. She must have heard them though, because she turned to face them and smiled softly. Jason took a deep breath and stepped out of the doorway, walking across the roof towards her. She met him half way in a flash and he flinched as she reached out to him, and pulled him quickly into her arms. 

“You’ve grown so much, Little Bird,” She murmured into his hair. She was barely taller than him anymore, it had felt like she would tower over him forever, and now they were the same height. He was an adult, he was grown, he still felt small in her arms. 

He hugged her back and burst into tears, pressing his face into her shoulder. 

“Ohh, little warrior,” Diana soothed and lamented, cradling the back of his head and holding him close as he sobbed like he hadn’t since he was a child. “You’ve been so brave, I’m so sorry for everything you’ve been through.”

Why was he crying? He was crying for the child who he had been, the child who had to grow up far too fast and who had died. He had still been a teenager when he was resurrected, he was barely out of his teens now and he had missed those years he’d grown the most in a haze of glowing green rage. He wore a helmet so no one would know how young he was. Running his fucking empire of crime when he could have been in his second year of university if the Joker hadn’t killed him. Could have had a… not good, but maybe decent relationship with his adopted father. He grieved furiously for what might have been had the world been kinder.

“You’re still a warrior Jason. You’re protecting your people, as any good leader should. I’m proud of the man you’ve become,” Wonder Woman told him and Jason sobbed again, clinging to her hard enough that it would probably hurt an ordinary person but she was sturdy. 

“You- You have no idea how much that means to me,” He gasped brokenly. 

“I know, and I mean it. You will build a good life for yourself here, things will be better,” She cooed, rocking him gently. “You have your lover, you have your brothers, and your friends. And me, now that we know that you’re back you won’t be alone anymore. We won’t lose you again,” She promised him. “Just promise me that if you are ever in a situation like that again, you’ll call us this time.” 

“I promise,” Jason agreed and it felt like he was finally able to breathe, after so fucking long the weight on his chest lifted a little. Danny believed in him, Dick and Tim didn’t fight with him, but Danny would have followed Jason anywhere, and not fighting was not the same as believing. That Diana was proud of him, that someone else truly believed in him, meant more to him then he would have imagined. “Thank you.” 

A part of him wanted to pull away, pull himself together as quickly as possible to avoid the appearance of weakness. But he needed this, she had been like a parent to him and he had been so starved for parental love. He took a deep breath and tried to pull away, but she held him tighter.

“Take as much as time as you need to,” She told him softly, earnestly enough that he let himself believe it and relaxed back into her arms. She just held him as he cried out the years and the abandonment of his father, the death of both of his mothers, and all the shit he’d been put through with the League. “Never doubt that you are loved.”

Finally Jason pulled back and wiped the wetness from his eyes. They felt puffy and a little sore, but he felt much better anyway, if thirsty as hell! Jason glanced around and saw Danny hovering nearby, looking uncertain and worried. “I’m okay Beloved,” Jason said, opening his arms to his boyfriend who flitted into them immediately and held Jason fiercely, nuzzling into his chest. 

“Thank you for coming to see us, Diana. Um, this is Danny, Hyena. He’s been my partner since pretty soon after I came back, and my boyfriend a bit more recently.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” Diana said warmly, reaching out to shake Danny’s hand waiting till Danny decided he was willing to let go of Jason with one hand at least. Jason could tell as they shook hands they were both squeezing too hard, testing each other. “Don’t you hurt him, he’s been through enough,” She warned Danny softly.

“I’m not planning on it,” Danny agreed, leaning against Jason’s chest lightly. “We’ll invite you over for dinner sometime soon, if you’d like to come. Won’t we Jason?” He asked, glancing up at Jason who nodded.

“Of course, just give us a heads up and you’re welcome to visit any time really,” Jason reiterated.

“Thank you, I would like to get to know the man you’ve become as well as I did the child you were,” Diana told him. “I will call you soon. I want to have another… chat with Bruce tonight.” She said grimly, she gave Jason one more hug, and nodded to Danny before she leapt off the roof and across half a block in one bound, carrying on out of sight quickly.

“I told you it would go well didn’t I Jay?” Dick said, and Jason had almost forgotten he was there. He’d been hanging back, watching the touching scene. As he walked forward he brushed some tears from his eyes even as he smiled, the sentimental bastard.

Jason stepped forward and scooped Dick up in a tight hug, lifting his feet off the ground as Dick wheezed. “Ya, you did, thanks Dick,” He said before putting Dick down just as quickly. “Now don’t overstay your welcome. I want to go home,” He muttered gruffly, he had had just about enough emotions for today. 

“Right, of course little brother, I’ll see you soon,” Dick agreed, patting Jason’s shoulder before he headed out as well.

Jason turned back into Danny’s waiting arms, drooping and letting his forehead rest on Danny’s shoulder, letting Danny hold him. God he was exhausted. What a fucking day. He let Danny guide him home using his powers to lower them through the roof so they could skip the stairs.

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It seemed like after that disaster of a meeting the news that the second Robin was back was hot gossip in the hero community. It worked its way around the grapevine and Jason received calls from a few more heroes who found out who he was. Not all of them went well, some seemed downright disgusted by what he’d chosen to do with his life. But it was mostly fine, he didn’t really care what they thought about him anyway.

There was one call Jason still hadn’t gotten, and wouldn’t admit that he was waiting for, but he’d heard about what had happened to Roy. Kidnapped and cloned and kept unconscious for years by CADMUS. Ah the joys of being a child hero huh?

He went by Arsenal now apparently, and it seemed like what they’d been through, while not exactly similar… Well, they both had just about comparable levels of angst. Surely Roy wouldn’t judge him, surely Roy would reach out? Or was he too mad that Jason hadn’t reached out first, that he’d had to hear his friend was alive through the rumour mill? Jason would understand that honestly, he’d thought about reaching out, he really had! But somehow he just couldn’t bring himself to do it.

Danny could tell he was worried and was worried too in turn, hovering near him more often and watching as Jason compulsively checked his ‘work phone’. Danny had asked what was wrong, but when Jason had just shook his head he seemed to resign himself to waiting out whatever this was and supporting Jason as well as he could. Jason didn’t want to worry Danny, but he didn’t want to talk about his quiet yearning for his old best friend. Speaking about it would make it too real, and Danny would probably advise him to just call Roy. It wouldn’t be bad advice, but Jason just wasn’t ready to hear it.

Jason was just starting to resign himself to the fact that he was going to have to reach out himself when the phone call finally came. When it rang Jason snatched it up quickly and answered it before the ringing could disturb Danny’s sleep. Pausing the movie Danny had fallen asleep to so that he could focus on the call.

“Hey Fuckface, too good for your oldest friend now?” Roy’s voice came through the phone. It was deeper and rougher then Jason remembered but it was still familiar, it still had that slight, almost unplaceable accent that Roy had. 

“Course not, it’s good to hear from you,” Jason said, smiling despite the fear that Roy was mad at him. Fuck it was good to hear his voice again!

“Then why didn’t you call me?” Roy demanded, furious and hurt. Jason couldn’t blame him.

“I… I wasn’t ready to, after everything. I wasn’t ready to be Jason again for a really long time and then I was worried it was too long and you’d be mad. I’m really sorry, I should have reached out,” Jason said, ashamed of himself.

“No… I’m still mad but I do get that,” Roy admitted, the wind leaving his sails abruptly. “I couldn’t go back to being who I was after what happened to me either. That’s why I go by Arsonal now, you heard that right?”

“I did ya, and I heard what happened too. I’m sorry dude, we both got the shit end of this ‘hero’ stick huh?” Hood said with a bitter little chuckle.

“Yep. And everyone’s still pissy we want to be a little selfish with our skills now. But I just want to live a good life and have a little fun now! And provide for my little girl.”

“Your-” Jason cut off, his jaw dropping for a moment. “Holy shit, Roy do you have a kid?!”

“Ya I do. Her name is Lian and she’s the light of my life. Her mama’s in prison so it’s just the two of us, so I do what I gotta do to provide for her while spending the least amount of time away from her I can manage. The jobs I take have gotta be worth getting a nanny to take care of her too, and you would not believe how expensive childcare is!”

“Congratulations dude! I’m sure you’re a great dad,” Jason cheered softly. He was, though the Roy he’d known before he went missing would probably have been a shit father the way Roy talked about his daughter now left no doubt in Jason’s mind Roy was a good dad.

“Thanks dude, I certainly try. What about you? No kids but I’ve heard through the grapevine you’ve got a partner?” Roy asked with a teasing note to his voice. It was like no time had passed, it made Jason smile even as he blushed just a little.

“Ya, Hyena has been through a lot of the same shit as me. He understands me, you know? He’s… he’s really good to me, puts up with more of my shit then he should have to and I love him for it.” 

“Damn, I’d like to meet him. And see you. It’s been too long since I’ve had contact with… any of our old crowd you know? They just don’t understand anymore,” Roy sighed, Jason echoed the sound. 

“Ya, I do know. You should come visit, we’ll get some drinks and the three of us can bond. You’ll like him, maybe you’ll get two friends for the price of one,” Jason suggested hopefully. 

“Ya, maybe. That would be nice. How about.. Next Thursday? Weekends are always busiest for our ilk, eh?” 

“Ya, that sounds good.”

“You don’t have to ask Hyena first?” Roy questioned curiously. 

“No, he won’t mind. He’s pretty content to go wherever I go honestly,” Jason said with a little shrug. 

“He’s there with you right now?” Roy sounded amused. 

“Ya, he’s asleep with his head on my lap,” Jason chuffed, glancing down at Danny and stroking his hair, his presence barely registered to Jason anymore. He was always there, being with Danny was like being alone, but so, so much better. Being with Danny had all the comfort of being alone with none of the loneliness, coldness, or opportunities to spiral. He felt his heart flutter as under his hand Danny’s purr stuttered and then grew louder as he cuddled in closer. 

“Hmph, will you wake him up so I can give him a shovel talk?” Roy asked, and Jason got the impression he was only half joking. 

“No need, Nightwing already gave him one, and they’re all pretty performative anyway since he could beat up God in a Denny's parking lot… To be honest that’s something that’s bothered me. Not the power thing, I mean people want to give him a shovel talk about me, but no one’s given me one about him. And I’ve definitely hurt him worse than he’d ever hurt me, but there’s no one… left. Besides his little sister and I don’t think she will. She needs to believe he’s indestructible because he’s all she has left,” He sighed, letting his head fall back against the couch cushions.

“Holy shit dude,” Roy breathed on the other side of the phone, with a sigh that made Jason wince with the static. 

“Ya, sorry, I think I got a little too deep there. This is the first time I’ve talked to an… actual friend in a while you know? I’m back in contact with my brothers, and Diana came to visit. But I haven’t reconnected with any of the old crowd and I don’t really want to talk to my brothers about my relationship, you know?”

“No, I mean, Ya I get it, and no worries. We really should meet up for that drink, and maybe it’d actually be best if it’s just me and you first time? That way we can catch up and you can tell me all about your worries. Maybe I’ll even give You a shovel talk, stand in for whoever would have done it for him if they got the chance? But I was talking about him being able to beat up god.”

Jason let out a bark of a laugh, he’d forgotten Danny’s powers weren’t out in the open yet.“Ya, he’s powerful as hell, he just doesn’t use them much because it wouldn’t be fair to the rest of us.” Jason agreed, nodding even though Roy couldn’t see him. “Meeting alone first sounds like a good plan. I’ll get the Birds of Prey to kidnap him for the evening, Harley and Pam absolutely adore him, and not just cause he killed Joker.”

“I’m sure they do,” Roy said a bit absently. “Hey, Jay?”

“Ya?”

“I really missed you.”

“I missed you too.”

[ottpopfic]

Leo wakes up to Jason licking him

Or really he wakes lazy and slow, wrapped as the little spoon in strong arms against a broad chest. They are both naked, not abnormal after a night like last night, and Jason has them wound close and tangled. He's also mouthing at Leo’s shoulders and neck, doing that puppy nuzzle thing where he rubs and bunts his nose and chin on things, plastering a speckling of lazy kisses every so often.

And then as Leo starts to come out of slumber, Jason licks him again. Slow, careful, with purpose. It's not part of the mouthing that's become the norm for their intimate life, it's a little different. It takes Leo a while to notest how much, sleep addled and slow, to busy floating all warm in his man's safe arms

Leo hums and groans as he is brought the rest of the way into the world of the waking. He doesn't really want to go, he's just so comfy, but the little happy coo and snuffle Jason gives as he starts to stir makes it worth it. He can't help but smile as his man gives him a little squeeze before smattering a bunch of fairy light kisses across the back of his shoulder. It's such a nice way to start the day

But then Jason licks him again, in the same spot in the same way, and his interest peaked

“Jase” he started, sleep-slurred and sluggish

“Hmmm?”

“Why am I being licked?”

Jason freezes, going stiff for half a second before starting to pull away with an apology. Leo shoots a hand behind himself to tangle in his man's hair, his other arm coming from where its under the pillow to hold Jason’s arms around his waist, trying to keep him where he is

“Hey hey,” Leo says, worried about the perceived rejection “I didn't say stop”

“But you-”

“I don't mind” he peeks over his shoulder “I'm just curious”

From what Leo can see Jason looks apprehensive, but with some tugging and being unwavering he slowly relaxes back into him. His mouth returns to where he was licking at Leo before, just a press of lips as he softens again

“What's up?” Leo prompts, gentler than before

“I got you bad last night” Jason says into his skin “Was making it better”

“Huh,” Jason’s mouth had been glued to one place on the back of his shoulder for a good chunk of him plowing Leo into the bed “That makes sense”

“Really?”

“Yeah” Leo starts to scratch where he can reach of Jason’s hair, clumsy with the angle “You always lick at things when your hurt”

“Oh” Jason sounds a little embarrassed, its kinda cute “I didn't know you saw”

Leo leans back farther into his man's arms “Your not the only one who watches Superman”

“Oh” Jason buries his face into Leo, squeezing him tight “oh”

“Is that okay?”

“Yeah, its okay”

They lay like that for a little, the close squeeze starting to put Leo back to sleep. He never thought he would be able to rest so sound with another person in his bed, but Jason is something else altogether

“Can I?” Jason eventually asks into the still

“Hmm?”

He plants a kiss on the gnarly hickey on Leos’s shoulder, it must be pretty bad as the firm press of lips akes “Please?”

“Oh yeah, go ahead”

Jason doesn't go right back to licking him, but it's still the doteing mouthing that Leo has come to expect from his man. Wet open-mouthed kisses, the slight press of teeth, the nuzzling drag of lips and face. It's just Jason being sweet on him, the carefully constructed Roman mask laid bare to reveal the wolfish man underneath.

Then there it is, the slow drag of tongue once again. It doesn't feel like much, but knowing it's Jason trying to ‘make it better’ draws a content hum out of Leo. It would be cat-like if Leo hadn't seen Jason do this to himself so many times, licking at his own bruises and cuts after spars when he thinks no one is looking.

But Leo is always looking

[i-yap]

Hello Beautiful, what are you doing?

about Dick Grayson being Our Boyfriend....

I feel like he's not jealous, the guy has so much confidence in himself and in you. [but Gotham guys are weird and not trustworthy] he's rather careful and possessive.

If he could he would open his chest and ribs and keep you close to his heart where you will always be safe.

ignoring the evils of that horrible city.

I think he caresses our faces a lot, very tender and soft when we do the same, he kisses our hands. He is so sweet, playful, jovial. [leaves you without walking in the best possible way]😏

so passionate, I also think he's a little manipulative [sometimes] don't get me wrong we have a danger word [we need to stop] but it's the one that says "if you really loved me you could let me continue making you feel good" with puppy dog ​​eyes.

omg yes so true , the jealous take is a unique way to look at it

Dick grayson x reader- yandere themes

. When I see dick, I see someone with a slightly inflated ego, manipulated, a warped sense of love and someone who overdoes it because they don't know when its too much and when its not.

He may get possesive but he will never admit that he is possessive because his inflated ego and because logically he cant find a reason as to why is feeling this way. He can give you everything no one else can. The person doesn't even look like and threat and he can totally take him in a fight. But if there is someone who has something he doesn't? a childhood best friend or something of that sort...yea he is jealous . Its hard to be notice, he just becomes more touchy feely passionate and manipulative. I can see him pointing out all the flaws in the other person no matter how close and make you feel like its you who is finding these flaws. dick needs to be the most important person in your life(even if he will never agree to that) , because you are the most t important to him.

But he loves you a lot and he loves physical touch. its his main love language and he is openly touch starved. He Is the giver of touch rather than the receiver. Like he prefers to be the one giving you touches. Ofcourse he loves when you dote on him, but he cant sit still while you pepper his face with kisses (Like jason does) He wants to touch you back, wants to draw circles on your waist or massage your thighs while you kiss him.

Also dick has huge stamina, and you cant always meet it. So yes he is sexually manipulative, condescending and a little mean and patronizing in a way that it seems sweet but when your in that subspace its hot so yea.

I mean we all have flaws right, so does dick. He isn't perfect but he loves you, out of all batboys he is the most open to change and communicate, and he would never hurt you.

[abibliophobiaa]

firstly I love your new blog layout it’s so fucking cute, secondly I love you 💕 thirdly, for your baby prompts, I’m thinking……… butterfly

happiness is a butterfly

got a little carried away with this one. 3k words of modern day!best friend!eddie munson x afab!reader. contains: fluff, alcohol, confessions of feelings, bisexual reader, two friends in a room who might kiss (they do), suggestive innuendo (eddie’s a sweetheart), and argyle’s matchmaking ways. thank you @breddiemunson and @ghost-proofbaby for always calming my wild thoughts, and katie’s line where eddie asks reader not to make him say what she already knows. genius, that one.

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“happiness is a butterfly

try to catch it like every night

it escapes from my hands into moonlight…”

happiness is a butterfly - lana del rey.

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Photo after photo. Swipe after swipe. Endless hopefuls that aren’t really hopefuls, because there aren’t many of those in Hawkins these days.

No—there are merely boys, wearing the skin of men, playing with hearts with a carelessness that leaves damage in their wake. Leaves your heart ripped to shreds; battered and bruised. Wounded, but not broken, with jagged lines where smooth surfaces had once been.

Tonight is no different. Tonight you mourn your relationship with Travis. Travis, who played hockey and apparently a different girl or guy in every state. You’d only found out through social media.

One of the girls he brought back to his hotel room had posted an image on her story while he slept, which then surfaced on another person’s social media account, and then eventually became a social media article on some gossip website you couldn’t, for the life of you, be bothered to remember.

You suppose the “Travis debacle,” as Eddie has been calling it, is your fault. A guy from out of town. The allure of some famous player with a broken down car in front of the Hideout, where you worked as a bartender, that you’d had your friend Eddie fix up as a favor.

You’d tossed him his keys as the sun set, burnt orange and red across the summer sky, and he’d asked, “How much?”

And suddenly you’d spent the week welcoming him around Hawkins, as well as the intricacies of your susceptible heart. Had preened and praised him while he perused his options in the next town over on his problematic apps.

The same apps you’re now frowning at, watching the population around you continue to dwindle with every pass of your thumb.

“You know, they say insanity is—”

“Doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result.”

You shoot a glare Eddie’s way, watching his dexterous fingers pull his hair back into a makeshift bun at the back of his head. Those same fingers reach down to grab your glass, chipped black nail polish capturing your attention as he draws your drink up to his lips and takes a long sip.

“Tequila. Travis really fucked up.” He chuckles. The movement has his cropped shirt billowing around his hips, tattoos on his sides visible where the holes his arms extend through as he settles down beside you. “You know, I think you need to ditch the apps. I did, and I’m much better for it.”

“You got a puppy a few weeks ago,” you point out, finger jabbing him in the ribs. He hisses, cupping his pec. “Getting a puppy is code for throwing in the towel.”

“Ozz is the cutest puppy, I’ll have you know. Look—” He waves to Gareth as he passes by, drumsticks twirling in his hands. “Delete the apps. Take a break. Isn’t there some quote about happiness? That Nathaniel Hawthorne one. You know, the ‘happiness is a butterfly’ one you used in a paper back in school.”

“One, I can’t believe you remember that.”

Your nose wrinkles at the thought of your teenage years. Of you with braces and he himself being the first person to welcome you to sit with him on your first day of school, snapping at Jason Carver when he’d brushed by you and thumped your shoulder a little too hard for his liking.

“And two, the quote is actually ‘happiness is like a butterfly, which, when pursued, is always beyond our grasp. But, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you.’”

“So stop chasing it. Just let it happen. C'est la vie. Carpe diem. Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir?”

You don’t even bother letting him know none of those things mean what he thinks they do.

“Eddie.”

He loops his arm around your neck. Presses a kiss against your temple. You lean into his embrace, comfortable warmth that seeps into your bones and floods you with familiarity.

He’s hard lines against your softer edges. Inky tapestries of collected memories that tell a tale of his adventurous life on the forearm tangled in your hair. His ring-clad fingers delight in toying with the tips, hair shifting between digits like water.

Calming and soothing Eddie. A constant in your life since you were teenagers, now going on ten years of friendship later. Someone you’ve always been able to turn to at the end of the day; someone who never once questions your motives, even if he might suggest you try different methods to your lifestyle habits.

And now, your dating habits.

“I’m just saying it’s worth a try.”

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Maybe you don’t stop right away. Maybe it takes a date with Joe, Jim and Jessica to realize the truth of Eddie’s words. Maybe there’s some weight to pushing it all aside, stepping out of the way of your own preconceived timeline, and allowing someone to walk in at the right place and time.

And on a night such as this, where Corroded Coffin are getting set up on stage and citizens are packing out the bar to see the increasingly popular band play, it’s easy to remember why swiping on your phone has brought you here. To asshole Andy Lerman standing before you while you work. Basketball coach at Hawkins High and douchebag royalty from what you remember of him back in your years of teenage angst and adolescence.

He’s had a few drinks now. You know because you’ve served him. But all they’ve done is instill courage in him to step over to the girl who people teased in school for being a “freak fucker” by merely being associated with Eddie, claiming time ‘really did wonders for you.’

He’s staring at your tits when he says it, and it takes everything in you to not toss his next drink in his face. But in a town where money is hard to come by, and there’s not much to do by way of work, bartending pays the bills, and you’re not about to mess up one of the few good gigs left.

“Andy, it’s really not going to work,” you tell him, “but here. Your last one of the night…on me.”

With a quick pat to his shoulder, you send him on his merry way with a fuller pocket and a story to warp when regaling his friends with the time he pity-invited the “freak fucker” on a date.

“Don’t look now, my lady, but Eddie Munson is staring at you,” Argyle says, working on mixing a margarita beside you for a patron.

“He’s not staring at me,” you retort, sliding a vodka soda across the bar, thanking your customer for the hefty tip they toss your way. At Argyle’s raised brow, you reiterate, “he’s not.”

“He’s always staring. That’s the look Eden gives me. You know, the look of someone in l—”

Argyle’s words are cut short as Eddie appears on the other side of the bar, bare elbows pressing against the counter, hair falling out of his ponytail, bangs long overdue for a cut shifting every time he blinks.

“Are you okay?” He asks, thanking Argyle as he passes him the beer he knows he prefers. At your arching brow, he continues, “I saw Andy Lerman flirting with you. You looked uncomfortable.”

You snort, getting to work on a moscow mule. “That’s because I was uncomfortable. But I took care of it. I appreciate you always looking out, though.”

He reaches over and grabs your chin. Gives your head a little wiggle until you’re grinning against his palm. Then reaches his fingers over toward you, rests them so gently against your curled palm resting on the bar and pauses. He waits a moment and closes his ringed fingers into a fist, knocking his knuckles against yours.

Then he’s off toward the stage to get ready, leaving you with a knot in your throat and warmth prickling against your skin.

Argyle passes you a knowing smile and before you can yell at him to get back to work, embarrassment roiling in your chest, he announces he’s going to take a quick break and call his wife.

His words spin in your head once more. Comparing Eddie’s gazes to Eden’s. To the nature of the depth in which he cares for you. But you shake your head free of it.

You’ve been unlucky in love.

It couldn’t be so simple.

-

Argyle’s words don’t change much in regards to your Eddie conundrum.

They’re a phantom in the back of your mind. Wispy tendrils of a memory that feels distant now.

Weeks pass, and the warm heat of summer in Hawkins turns to a sweltering hell on earth.

The Hideout becomes quieter most evenings. Those with air conditioning prefer to stay home, remain by their pools, to host gatherings where alcohol and coolers are plentiful.

And you don’t blame them, letting out a long huff as you wipe down the counter, while Argyle counts your tips.

“Oh, how was that date with…Paul, was it?” He muses thoughtfully, beginning to split the money.

“Not great.”

“You said that about the last three. What was wrong with this one?”

And that’s the thing. You sit across from these people, trying to force a square into a circle, trying to sparse out the qualities that they’re lacking.

Not funny enough. Not the right hair color. They lack that unruly smile. That glimmer of brightness in their amber eyes. There’s no dimple in Paul’s cheek. No banter on your date with Jeremiah. Caleb doesn’t like metal, and Kayla thinks D&D is a breeding ground for satanism (you’d thought that one was left in the 80s, but it appears not).

“He said Dio was overrated.”

“Interesting,” Argyle laughs, shaking his head.

You whirl around, damp bar towel flicking water his way. “What’s so interesting?”

“Just funny when two people are so obviously similar and don’t even see it,” he says, humming to himself, conversation over.

And that was that.

-

It’s funny, you think, that it only hits you then.

Like the flutter of butterfly wings on your flowerbeds you’d managed to stumble upon earlier that morning, the flicker of wings on a bird in the sky. The soft beating of both, like the constant thump of a heart in a chest.

A constant.

It’s the word everything hitches on as you sit on that work table in your garage, watching the man who stopped everything he was doing when you’d called earlier at the drop of a hat. All just to make sure you were okay.

That same person who is now up to his elbows in grease, fingers stained an oily black. With his hair pulled away from his face, you catch the determined line of his mouth, the jut of his tongue pushing lightly against pink lips. The corded lines of his arms move as he works, barest hint of stomach on display when he reaches up to slam the hood of your car down once it’s finished.

You toss him a towel, grinning at the shadowy form of him blocking the sun from your eyes. “Sorry you’re doing this instead of the movies.”

“Stop that. You know I’m happy to spend any time with you, sweetheart,” he laughs, wiping the planes of his face that are streaked like the fingers pressing against terry cloth to keep it in place. “Fixed the alternator and did an oil change. Seeing as you always forget anyway.”

He walks over slowly, grunting when your sandaled foot kicks him playfully in the kneecap. “That was why my car made that awful sound and shut off?”

“Exactly.” He curls the towel around his neck. “Day is still young. How about we—”

“Why’d you delete all your dating apps?”

The words fall from you in a rush. A swift exhale that has Eddie’s back drawn ramrod straight. Rigid, but not with anger. Instead, you watch that full mouth part just slightly. Like the words he had been about to say were lost to the wind, left to titter away into nothingness.

He swallows audibly, palm sliding over the towel across his neck. “I…just didn’t see the point in them.”

Determination hardens your resolve. Brings to attention Argyle’s teasing these weeks. The wondering, questioning, burgeoning curiosities brimming. So you utter a simple, “Why?” and try your damndest to ignore the nerves welling up in your chest at the fear of what comes next.

“Just kind of felt like I was using them to get over someone else,” he admits, taking a step closer.

Your bare knees brush the tops of his thighs. Warmth seeps into your skin, bristles at his touch.

Dark eyes drag along your form. Along the dress you wore that evening, covered in flowers, a thin thing that would have fluttered in the wind if you and Eddie had been able to do what you’d planned for the day. Simple drive to the lake to eat some lunch, share a joint and fish (a new hobby he'd picked up from his uncle), then movies at the theater when the sun had set.

You meet his stare. Remind yourself of those eyes that had been on you the whole time Andy had leaned over the bar just weeks ago. Ready at any moment to come to your aid, should you have needed it. He’s never pushed you, never crossed the boundaries of your friendship, trusted you knew best.

But he’d always been there if you ever needed a hand.

You only ever needed to reach out.

Always.

You swallow thickly. “Who?”

“Don’t make me tell you what you already know.”

It’s quiet. A plea for pity that has your heart clenching within your chest.

But it’s not scary.

It’s not frightening at all.

Dozens of memories flash behind your eyes.

Of teenage years, laughing in the cafeteria, trading snacks, sneaking off to the woods between classes to smoke. Of you in community college, and his van screeching through the parking lot to take you to lunch between classes. Of nights at his place, your place, the movies, around town. Of ice cream at Lover’s Lake with his van doors swung wide, trying to make out the shapes of the clouds in the sky.

Birthday parties, milestones, weddings, grieved losses.

To highs and lows and everything in between. To all those shitty dates, to his own failed dating escapades. To that time you had to ice his lip in the back of the Hideout when Jeff had accidentally elbowed him in the face, or when you’d fallen off Max’s skateboard and ripped open your shin and he’d had to hold your hand while he disinfected it.

To this very moment, where he’s just finished fixing your car. To him with his dirty palm tapping lightly against your kneecap, feet shifting awkwardly beneath him.

Your head tips up and you catch the downturn of his lips, frozen in time by your prolonged silence.

Argyle was right.

“What?”

You hadn’t realized you spoke out loud, but confusion swirls behind Eddie’s gaze all the same, mollified only when your hand snakes up around the back of his neck and drags him downward to your level. Only when you pour your affection into him where you’re finally, lovingly, connected at last.

The fullness of his mouth against the softness of yours is hesitant at first, like his brain needs a moment to catch up to his current reality, before he’s tipping your head up with his hand. Until his fingers slide across your cheek, cupping you gently, easing you closer to him.

Before long he’s gripping you closer. Deft fingers in the dough of your thighs, tugging you flush against him, skirt indecently high up on your hips. But you don’t care. Not as your ankles lock around his waist, nor as he hums into your throat while he leaves a sloven path along your skin, learning the sounds you make when he’s tender, sweet—when he scores his teeth against your pulse point and you melt like putty beneath his devotion filled fingertips.

Ten years. Ten years of watching that silly butterfly float away into the sky, only for it to have been there all along.

Only for it to have been the man with his forehead against yours, noses flush together, your fingers beneath his shirt and his around the bend of your kneecaps.

You’re not sure where you start and he ends, but even that incites a new thrill, a new world to explore further. A desire to know the depths of him beyond the limit of friendship.

“Argyle got to you too, huh?” At your nod, Eddie barks out a laugh. Kisses you softly. “Fuckin’ guy thinks he’s Cupid or something.”

“I don’t want to talk about Argyle right now.”

Eddie’s lips curl into a grin. The whites of his teeth flash in your gaze, your fingers trailing along his stubble-lined jaw.

“I don’t either.” His thumb comes to swipe at your cheek, dimple in his cheek twitching slightly. “Got you a little greasy. Just…ten years, you know? Got a little carried away.”

You nod, reaching out to lace your fingers with his. He watches as you hop down from the work table, brow arching curiously as you tug him toward the door leading into your home. “Well, like you said, we’ve got ten years to catch up on. So before I kiss you more, Edward Munson, we’re going to shower.”

“We?” He swallows, voice hoarse. “Like a two people conserving water shower?”

You enter the small laundry room, humming as his chest brushes your own, his weight just enough against yours to press you into the lip of your drying machine. Cool metal chills your skin at the open back of your dress, balanced by the heat of the knee that slides between your thighs to pin you in place. Your body both buzzes with life and oozes honey into your system as you melt into him, pliant under that smoldering dark gaze of your best friend in front of you.

“We,” you nod, grinning into his kiss. “After that we’re cuddling on the couch and ordering a pizza.”

“And tomorrow…I’m taking you on a date.”

-

🦋

[themandylion]

I HIT SEND EARLY my prompt is as always jaytimkon! Getting together =?

Congrats, this is way more than a drabble. Also not technically getting together? Because, like all my other JayTimKon stories, this once again takes place in the same universe as Three Birds in Flight. (Kinda, sorta. I didn't bother to reread it so it may contradict a little bit, whatever.)

—

It's awkward, finding yourself a part of a relationship that's been going strong for nearly half a decade by the time you arrive. Bad enough Tim is having to deal with a sudden influx of feelings—now he has to contended with a relationship as well? And not just any relationship—he's somehow found himself as the third point of a triad with one of the most famous couples in Gotham!

It's a lot, to say the least.

So he's a bit reluctant to go public, at first. He takes the bus on his own to and from school, avoids them on campus, and goes out of his way to pretend he doesn't notice when classmates whisper over the minor celebrities in their midst when they accidentally cross paths. He wants to go at his own pace, ease carefully back into life after years on the edge of humanity.

Of course, that isn't exactly easy when he's constantly having to deal with, well. This.

"He's looking this way again," Bernard whispers, leaning in close like that will keep their watcher from hearing him. To be fair, it will as far as he's aware.

"Ignore him," Tim advises, doing his best to focus on the cheesesteak fajita he fought tooth and nail to retrieve from the bloodbath that's the student union at lunch time. "He's probably looking at a bird."

"But it's Conner Kent," Bernard insists, practically swooning in his seat. "He's Jason Wayne's soulmate! Also, unbearably hot." He settles back, trying to look cool and sophisticated in his seat and completely failing, though only partially because of the streak of mustard on his cheek. "They haven't found their third yet, right? What if he's looking at me?"

Tim sighs and pointedly does not meet Conner's forlorn puppy look. "Trust me," he says dryly. "He's not."

"Hey," an all-too-familiar voice says from over his shoulder, "I think you dropped this earlier."

Tim's wallet is dropped on the table in front of him. His wallet that was definitely on his person five minutes ago, before someone with too-quick fingers thought it would be funny to pick his back pocket. "Gee," he grinds out, refusing to look up. "Thank you so much."

"No problem. See ya 'round, cutie."

Out of the corner of his eye, Tim watches as Jason crosses the quad to rejoin Conner, drawing his fiancé into a positively searing kiss.

Beside him, Bernard has melted into a puddle of his former self. Tim begins counting internally to 100, since that's a much better use of his time than thinking about all the ways he's going to chew out his stupid-ass soulmates after he gets home this evening.

[gilverrwrites]

BatFam match-up for: Anon Angel Request Info || Prompts || Masterlist || Ko-Fi

I ship you with: Dick Grayson

You really tick each other boxes. He’s very much a funny, teasing, leader, type. The sunny puppy to your black cat energy. He’s witty, smart, and will stick up for you no matter what. On the flip side, he very much likes the creatives, and he’s always been drawn to blunt people, the kinds that don’t hold back or care what people think of them.

Tropes:

Introvert/Extrovert || Blackcat/Husky || Likes being teased/Teaser

Dick [texting]: On my way to be so annoying to the cutest boy I know. Dick *climbing through your window*: I was talking about you btw

-

Dick: Do you want to play 20 questions? You: Sure, what's your favourite food? Dick, laser focused: Blue. Whose your favourite robin?

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You: This food is too hot... I can’t eat it. Dick: You’re very hot, and I still eat you. Everyone at the table: *silence* Jason: Gross Tim: One dinner... I just want ONE DINNER!

Headcanons:

Dick love bringing you cool rocks and toys to aid in your collection.

Says he wants to binge watch stuff with you, and he really genuinely does, but often falls asleep after like 2 episodes, usually if he’s been patrolling the night before.

He’s also constantly practicing his detective skills, and winds up spoiling shows by guessing their twists correctly.

Wants to see everything you read and draw, and totally gushes over it.

Will make a deal with you that he will read the Percy Jackson books, but you have to read Robin Hood. Wants to share the things you both love with each other.

Honestly if he hasn’t already, he needs to read the Percy Jackson books anyway.

Playlist:

My Love Mine All Mine Mitski

Pretty Boy Naethan Apollo

Paper Rings Taylor Swift

Make You Mine PUBLIC

[bewitchingbaker]

goodbye

@escapedartgeek

"SURPRISE!!"

Zora's eyes widened once they saw the sight before them. The sign at the new bakery was covered with a banner reading 'GOOD LUCK Z!' The lobby was covered with balloons and the tables were catered with all of the artist's favorite treats and meals. Confettie poppers could be heard from behind the counter where the new Luna family popped up with wide grins.

Two fang toothed children grinned brightly at Zora. Jason and Regine Luna, the two new additions to the family of witches. Like the rest of the Lunas, they had adorable noses though one could see their mother's influence as well. While Jason had a smile similar to his dad's, his eyes were much softer like his mothers. Regine, of course, inherrited those iconic puppy dog eyes that Chris was known for.

A young woman of average height offered a chill yet kind smile, Delainey 'D' Luna (nee' Harris). Like her children, she held a pair of fangs thanks to her vampire lineage. With her hair in braids, she had an look inspired by the 90's celebrity culture. Thanks to a black bandana covering her head that matched the converse on her fee she gave hints of the cool girl, even with the vintage Dungeons and Dragons shirt.

Finally was none other than Christopher Noe Luna, their best friend and planner of said party. Despite a few years passing, Chris still looked the same as the day they met. No doubt thanks to his witch side and maybe a healthy skin care routine.

A smile spreads across their face, "You guys! You didn't have to."

Chris and D could only shake their heads.

"Dude, we gotta. You're literally about to make a big ass step off the planet, it would be wrong if we didn't. Plus, it was their idea." Chris replied, hand ruustling the young Luna's hair.

Zora was then greeted by the family familars of Dee and Lord Quas, happily offering them cuddles. Knowing Quas and his theatrics, he thought this would be the last time he would get a chance to see the family close friend.

Zora was making preps to live off planet, journeying into the beyond. While they didn't know if it would be for good, the Luna's knew they would be gone for a while. As always they had their friends back, even if they would miss them dearly.

The night was filled with food, laughs, reminscing on fond and outright silly memories. Zora let out an uprorious laugh when they told the younger Lunas about how Chris and Delainey met.

"Oh trust me, I'll never forget your dad's face!" Zora laughed. "She literally said and I quote 'I could kill you where you stand'. Now tell me why Chris walks up to me talking about 'I...think I like her."

An embarrassed chuckle comes from Chris while his wife nods.

"Sure did, so you can imagine my surprise when I saw him again. Red roses and a card in his hand. 'Sorry about the misunderstanding...I hope this makes it up to you'." Delainey imitated her husband before giving him a playful nudge. "But he was cute and made it up to me with dinner."

"Then we had dinner or went to a movie every weekend before you...staked your claim on me."

A collective eye roll ensued.

"Oooooooooh brother! This guy stinks!" D laughed with another nudge, making Chris smile.

The youngest, Jason, looked up at Zora. Presenting them with a small wrapped box. Unwrapping the young man's gift, the artist found a box for a CD player along with a homemade CD. In a childish drawing, the cover displayed a picture of him playing ukulele to a planet sized crowd.

"...Um...I made some songs you might like. Like my own but there's also other songs you like on there..."

Z offered him a smile, rustling the adorable dreads on his head. "Oooh! I get the first CD? I'll make sure to keep it so you can sign it once you're famous." they chuckled, bringing an emberassed blush to the boys face.

Regine on the other hand, offered up a drawing. No doubt influenced by the anime her mom watched with her. Depicting the Lunas and Z as characters in an action manga.

"Me and Mom drew all of us as characters in my comic, I'm still figuring out the plot. But you get the first concept art!" Regine grinned.

"Ah! Glad to see creativity runs in the family! I'll make sure to keep this around when I need inspiration." Zora chuckled, pulling the young Luna in for a hug. For a moment, just for a second Z the thought of staying appeared in their mind but they wanted to stick to their plan.

"Well since everyone wanna give gifts or whateva, me and Chris made you a little something too." Delainey said, presenting a medium-sized white box. "A little something for when you go back in a more human form and want to flex on some people."

Curious, Zora opened said box. Inside was a custom carhartt jacket. On the right chest piece was a red and green logo inspired by Tribe's low-end theory album. The back held a design of the various Tribe members in a comic book style, reminiscent of MF DOOM's All Cap video.

"Chris made the designs, I just helped get it onto the jacket. It's a Carhartt so it'll last you a minute." she shrugged.

"Oh...man...this is," Zora took another look. "Beautiful...you guys really went all out on this...! Thank you..."

Chris offered up a smile.

"I mean we had to you're family, Zora. Always have and always will be."

The family said their goodbyes, each giving Zora a hug and promises of seeing each other again. D offers up the bakery as a place to stay if they decide to return before finally leaving the two best friends.

The duo stared at each other for an eternal moment before laughing, though one could see a tear forming in the baker's eyes.

"I knew you were gonna crack first!" Zora teased, making Chris shake his head.

"Nah, I saw you hesitate when Regine hugged you!" Chris replied, hand wiping away the teardrop. They finally embraced one another, Chris offering a squeeze. He knew this day was coming but he still wasn't prepared for it. Chris couldn't help but tear up at his best friend leaving. Despite the oncoming waterworks, the baker finally found the words he wanted to say to his friend.

"...I love you dude, "Chris finally spoke. "I'm gonna miss you, just know that. I don't know if you're gonna come back...but you always got a place here."

Even Z couldn't resist their own oncoming tears.

"I love you too," Z replied. "You guys are gonna be missed too...I appreciate everything you guys did for me. I'll be around at some point. I promise."

[lex-munro]

So I'm doing a combined workshop on portraiture and red carpet photography soon (combined as in I'm teaching people how to have their pictures taken while also teaching how to take those pictures), and while prepping, I realized I'd come up with the best bare-bones list of how to get better at having your picture taken.

So. Five free pro-tips for being the person getting your picture taken, from a person who professionally takes pictures of people.

1) Nothing straight-on. Straight-on is clinical and often lifeless, and deeply unforgiving in most cases. Straight-on is the least representative of what people see when they look at you, and can have an Uncanny Valley effect, which will make people vaguely uncomfortable when they look at the pic. If your body is pointed at the camera, turn or tilt your head; if your face is pointed at the camera, turn or tilt either the shoulders or hips. If it's a bust and you feel your face is best from head-on, tilt your head slightly in any direction (up emphasizes the nose and neck, and usually the lower lip; down emphasizes the forehead and brows, as well as the outline of the jaw, but can accidentally give you a double-chin unless you also lean your torso forward; tilting to either side will emphasize asymmetry, especially in jewelry, haircuts, and eye-shape). In full-body from the front, tilting your butt upward will de-emphasize your thighs; turning your shoulders to the side will de-emphasize them while head-on with a tilt will emphasize them; one leg forward and lax will lengthen your silhouette, while feet more than shoulder-width apart will shorten it.

2) Ideal camera height is lower than you think. Again, to best represent the experience of looking at you, make sure the central focus is higher than the camera--so when taking selfies, hold your phone with the camera at the bottom, aiming in the general direction of your mouth in order to avoid inflating either the brow or the chin. When someone else is holding the camera, don't try to lower yourself for fear you're not in the frame.

3) Holding still is stately and relaxed, moving is fun and energetic. Don't be afraid to twirl a little, or fluff your skirt or jacket. If you're always dancing, do a little dance. That's part of your energy, and part of what builds the memory others have of you. If you're the quiet, reserved type, don't hesitate to find a comfortable way to sit or stand still. For seated portraits especially, relaxing into the pose is very different from leaning forward or sitting ramrod-straight. Hands in your pockets can draw the eye down in a tight outfit, but it can also be a way to make space in a garment if you want your jacket to show less chest/stomach or your trousers to show less crotch. If you want to look sad, or thoughtful, or vampy, or high, or whatever, talk about that with your photographer so that they're ready to help you make the right face and pose.

4) Always ask for at least two shots. Not pose advice, I know, but still important. Try different smiles, different poses. Give yourself options. A good photographer will have been observing you carefully during the setup/consultation and will give you prompts they think will refine your pose to achieve your goals, and will usually be happy to show you the difference. "More teeth. Think about tap-dancing kittens. Chin down just a little. Pretend there's peanut butter on the back of your front teeth. And one with your mouth closed. Pretend you're showing a puppy your new ankle tattoo. Twirl. Maybe less twirl. Jason Momoa loves your manicure."

5) Be aware of how your clothes and/or makeup reflect light. Check yourself with warm and cool lights, fluorescent, daylight, etc.--if you'll be in a specific setting (taking company photos in the office, taking wedding photos in a Church, taking Easter photos in the park), try to mimic the lighting of that setting when you choose makeup and wardrobe. Intense spot lighting can wash out matte fabrics like chiffon or blow out the contrast on satins (one reason some photographers loathe other photographers at red carpet events). Translucent setting powders will typically lighten the face under flash photography, and can reveal texture irregularities. MAC is particularly nice on camera, which is a huge reason for its popularity in the film industry, but you can also get great results with photo-oriented cosmetics such as Revlon Photo-Ready.

[ravagers-blog]

What a ridiculous notion, she thinks. She can't bring herself to be as harsh as she would to any of the other soldiers if they'd asked her something like that. Jason isn't just a common soldier though, he's her Knight. There is a softness she allows him that no one else is privy to.

She telegraphs her movements, threading her fingers gently in his curls. His hair is growing longer, and the split ends are starting to get better. She's sure if she leaned a little closer she would smell her own conditioner, and she'd probably be more angry about it if the obvious claim weren't so satisfying. She scrapes her nails gently across his scalp in a way that always makes him shudder and lean closer like an eager puppy.

"You do good work. You're better than all the other little bees in my hive. You have so much potential." She tells him softly, as kind as she is capable. "I do not believe in dwelling on the past, Jason. If you do nothing but draw from past anger what will you do when you've completed your goal? There is more fight in you than that. Look towards the future, find your strength there." She advises.

@arkhambird

"i-its nothing....." He's trying to hide his scars from her

Rose grabs his face, digging her sharp nails into the meat of his cheeks. "Look at me when I talk to you." She demands. Her eye, dark and ceaseless watching, bore into him, past him, through him.

Her thumb drags lightly over the J on his cheek. Old and shallow - branded, not carved. "What an ugly thing." She remarks. Clean but inspired. Effective though, she notes as Jason tries to squirm away.

That wouldn't do. What queen allows her Knight to carry someone else's crest?

She would deal with it later, when he was more... pliant. She knows just how to tire him out.

"You've been sloppy lately." She informs him. It's a lie, he's had perfect practiced form and deadly accuracy almost since the beginning. "I expect more from someone who wants to beat the Bat. I want to see some improvement today."

[br-uwu-cewayne]

Thinking about Battinson Bruce (Brucenson?) just looking always on the verge of crying and accidentally weaponizing his tears even in Batman like situations.

Like.

Him going forward with the whole "the city needs more" and trying to do more with Wayne Ent but whoever's been in charge of the board since Thomas and Martha died is giving him a hard time about it and he just he's so tired and stressed and his confidence battery is so depleted from all the Batmanning that he just 🥺 and he's blinking a lot and tucking his head and a little tear falls and now oh NO all the other board members especially the parents are now like WHAT are you doing STOP give the boy whatever he wants right NOW stop HASSLING him!

The Flying Graysons happen and he asks to take Dick in and Gordon's just like... uh... we can't just... give this kid to you, man. Then he 🥺 and stammers a bit and just "i... understand... i just... i know how it... when... when my parents..." and he's already nervous because he's drawing so much attention and some circus dust kicks up into his eyes and tears start welling up and dangling precariously from his lower lashes as he reaches up to wipe his face, and now Martinez is tripping over himself to stop the car theyre loading Dick into and Gordon is patting Bruce on the shoulder like "you... we... I'm sure you have... really good lawyers, how bout we just... You, uh, you take him for now, and we' just sort this all out with them tomorrow."

Jason Happens, and then he Happens Again, and it's easy to be angry at Batman even as they start tentatively working together again... but in the manor with Bruce whenever they get to fighting Bruce just 🥺 and its over it's done what the fuck is Jason supposed to do against His Father's Grown Man Tears? Nothing. It's like kicking a puppy that's already been saddled with the weight of the world. How can he kick it if it's already down? Then he'd feel like shit for it.

[yourlocalknight]

When Jason and Roy get married, all of Jason's siblings Immediately enter into a contest of "Who can be the best uncle/aunt?" They all have different reasons - Dick because he really wants to be, Damian and Tim because they think it'd be hilarious if Jason's kid liked them best, Cass and Steph because they won't let the boys show them up, and Duke because the girl deserves at least some kind of normalcy (although even his idea of normal is maybe not quite that, same as everyone else in the family).

And like all batfam contests, it gets out of hand Fast. It starts off simple; Cass takes Lian with her to the ballet studio, and Dick brings her out for ice cream afterwards. Duke drops off some Justice League training cards and promises to watch a movie with her later. All relatively normal activities. Then, Damian and Tim come over, Damian with a sleeve of custom arrows, and Tim with a very nice laptop, both for Lian. Jason has to tell his brothers very firmly that "Those are very nice gifts, but Lian is five."

After that, it escalates. Dick tries to teach her gymnastics, which is all good and fine, but suddenly Lian is on the trapeze and her dads are having a heart attack. Steph takes her to self defense classes, which is eventually deemed okay due to their line of work, but only just barely. Damian starts taking her to the zoo, which is all good and fine until Lian falls in love with the snakes and he gets her one. Lian is estatic. Roy is terrified. Damian finds this hilarious.

Tim tries his best, but really, he has no idea how one is meant to treat a child. He brings her to "take your kid to work day" at Wayne Enterprises, and she loves getting to dress up and act like an adult. But then Jason finds out her gave her coffee, and forbids Tim from babysitting alone. After that, he mostly sticks to playing video games with her, or teaching her how to code.

As Lian gets older, she learns how to manipulate this. A surprise to everyone, Damian is the easiest to manipulate. If he gets even a whisper that she might like him more than Tim, Dick, or Steph, he'll do anything to keep it that way. Lian wants a new pet? "I want to be just like Uncle Dami, with all the animals he adopts! I think it's so cool how much he cares about them!" She found a dog in her room the next morning. Her dads were not amused, but hey, the puppy was cute, so what could they do? (She named him Little D, after Damian. No one had the heart to stop her.)

Who Lian's "favorite" is changes pretty regularly, depending on what she wants. It's Cass when she wants private ballet lessons, Dick when her dads aren't letting her eat sugary food, and Damian when she starts learning to draw. It's Steph when she wants her hair done nicely (although Roy is pretty good at that), and Tim when she gets her eye on a really expensive camera. All the batkids are aware of this, to some extent at least, but they don't really care. Puppy eyes from Lian, and suddenly Steph is taking her out for waffles every Monday before school. She has them all around her little finger.

Her real favorite, however, is Duke. Unlike his siblings, Duke never does anything crazy to get in Lian'a good graces; instead, they simply spend time together. Duke helps her start her trading card collection, and her comic collection. Every other weekend, he brings over a puzzle, a couple of movies he thinks she'll like, and a bucket of movie theatre popcorn. They spend the evening throwing popcorn at each other, half watching the movies, maybe finishing the puzzles, and playing dress up. As much as Lian loves all her family, those evenings will always be some of the most special to her, because she gets to just hang out with someone she loves.

[teddy-boar]

Historical!AU, with rich noble girl Christine Cunningham and stable boy Edward Munson:

Chrissy's family is moderately noble, having some distant ties to a local lord but nothing too fancy. They're probably merchants or vintners.

Eddie's mom died in childbirth and his father passed away in an accident when he was four. His uncle Wayne raises him

The two kids met for the first time when Wayne deemed him old enough to start working with him in the Cunningham stable, which was when he turned 8 (it was the ye olden days, ok? so this is normal 😀) and Chrissy was 6. Instant puppy crush, but neither understood what they were feeling. Eddie used to think rich girls were just snobby spoiled little things that hated his kind, but Chrissy was different. She was kind and gentle and smart and curious. But only when they were alone. He saw glimpses of her with her parents and other nobles and she looked completely different, stiff and proper like a porcelain doll in her fancy get up.

They developed a timid little friendship over their childhood years whenever Chrissy could sneak out to come see him and the horses. He taught her how to feed them and brush them, promising to teach her to ride someday but she was afraid her mother would reprimand her. Chrissy always had to bath herself thoroughly after a day spent with Eddie before supper came because her mother could smell the horses and the hay on her, and she didn't want to get lectured every time she went out to see her friend.

They start to spend more time together when they're in their teens after Chrissy is granted a little more freedom to roam around. And slowly, they start developing more intense feelings for each other and both are terrified.

Eddie talks to Wayne about it one day and the man immediately warns him off of it, "Because we're not the same, her people and us. We're dirt beneath their boots and they will never see us as equals. Best you bury those feelings, boy, before you get yourself in trouble."

Chrissy is specifically horrified because ever since she was born, she's been told there's only one person she's supposed to love and to one day marry, and it's the pastor's son, Jason Carver. She's met Jason a few times and he's a nice boy, he's polite, he's got great table manners and he can command the room's topic of discussion even as young as he is. But she doesn't love him, she loves.... Oh no.

So the two bury their feelings deep within, tension builds every time they are around one another because they just want to kiss the other

Cue the angst!!! The Cunninghams and the Carvers finally settle on an engagement and the kids are to be married in a few months. Chrissy withdraws herself and stops coming out to see Eddie. Eddie is just gutted but there's nothing he can do.

Quickly, the wedding day draws near and Chrissy just gets more and more depressed. And on the night before the big day, she sneaks out of the family manor, ventures out to the town, and finds the Munson home. Eddie lets her crawl into his window, unbelieving that this is actually happening, and they spend the whole night staying up just talking about all their feelings and emotions. They kiss and Chrissy feels like she can breathe for the first time in months.

"Let's run away together..." Eddie suggests, and through her tears, Chrissy says yes.

Eddie knows of an abandoned shack deep in the woods where there are rumors of witchcraft and demonic happenings around, but Eddie likes to use this place as his hideout and knows it is harmless. They rebuild the shack as well as its surrounding area and make it their home in the woods. Eddie steals livestock from a few farms in town to raise his own animals, while Chrissy gardens and plants their fruits and vegetables. They are self-sustainable, and thanks to the nefarious rumors of the area, no one ventures out here to find them. They can live in peace and quiet with just each other.

Feel free to add more or write a fic. Please write a fic of this, I beg of you. I don't have the vocabulary to write a period piece, I just really want one.

[clockcall]

@eddie​:

⛧˖ ‒‒‒‒‒ IT WAS NO EXAGERTATION TO SAY that Eddie had developed a bit of a soft spot ( a massive crush ) for Chrissy Cunningham, but despite the glaringness that he felt towards his own affections, he still outwardly denied the claim whenever someone would bring it up—namely the annoying ducklings in the Hellfire club. They liked to quack a lot, always catching and pointing out each time that he would smile around her unnecessarily, or when his cheeks would turn red during their conversations. His denial of his feelings was only for the sake of his own sanity, however, because admitting that he was actively falling for what could only be defined as a DEAD END only made his heart sink. Jason Carver was still standing between them, and he couldn’t see that changing anytime soon … least of all for eddie THE FREAK munson.

          The way that Chrissy had caught herself before she’d rambled off more questions brought an even wider smile to Eddie’s face, although he’d done his best to stop it from growing by pursing his lips. Despite his feeble efforts, a soft chuckle slipped out from between them anyways, his grin once again reaching his dark eyes. Her apology was nothing short of endearing, as was the way in which she’d so sweetly delivered it.

          Eddie watched her, chocolate eyes shifting their gaze towards her fingers and her polished nails as they traced along the car door and eventually settled on the handle of it. It seemed as though he was always absent-mindedly studying her … The way she moved, the way she talked, the way her nose crinkled a little when he said something goofy to make her giggle, the way she stopped looking down at her feet whenever she was finally at ease in his company … He wasn’t sure when he’d started noticing so many little details, or when he’d started caring so fucking much about them, but he knew unequivocally that he couldn’t make himself stop. Whether she was building him up with the innocent batting of her eyelashes or tearing him down by holding another boy’s hand, he was beginning to fear that he might be perpetually doomed to be patching self-inflicted wounds for the rest of his life. It wasn’t like he could walk away after everything they’d been through together … they were in too deep now.

          Eddie’s smile softened some, but only because the shift in the tone of Chrissy’s voice and the words that she spoke tugged on his heart strings in a different way; in a way that made his own flutter and melt in the hollow of his chest. She was speaking to him as though he didn’t owe her just as much gratitude for all of the late nights and the comforting conversations that they’d shared, but the verbal expression of her gratefulness was met with warm welcome nonetheless.

          The note of a soft chuckle was carried out on the wave of an even softer hum, his gaze averting once again, continually defaulting to the keychains that dangled in the ignition. ❝ it’s, uh, it’s all good, ❞ he answered her, the accent of laughter carried out in the inflection of his coy response. ❝ i wasn’t too attached to my shitty sleeping schedule anyways, SO … ❞ He tilted his head in her direction. ❝ don’t mention it. ❞ The modest shrug of both of his shoulders was accompanied by the forward-lean of his body as he found her face once again in a search for her doe-eyed gaze, the smile growing at the corners of his mouth.

          For a moment, Eddie was quiet, the sweet smile on his face never wavering. It wasn’t long before he broke the brief silence with a soft tone and an expression that looked akin to a puppy dog, however. ❝ not that you haven’t humored me enough by, y’know … like, showing up here with me in the first place, ❞ he laughed, making an open-palmed gesture at the surrounding, bustling parking lot. ❝—but, chrissy … ❞ He pauses, deliberately drawing out the question. ❝ —do you think you could do me a solid and humor me just ONE MORE TIME? ❞ He quirked a brow, raising one ring-adorned index finger.

♡ ┈┈ ꔫ ┈┈ ♛ → THE DESTINY OF SHOWING UP here wasn’t by means of humoring Eddie, she thought, though she wouldn’t speak up about it, afraid of how he might take such news. Whether he’d be delighted to know this or feel inclined to inquire further, only to understand that her reasoning was out of fear of another attack on her, she felt the sensation of guilt grip her chest. Judas Priest might not exist as her cup of tea or she could find the musical talent of it granting her a new doorway into the unknown world of something she had only heard blasted out of cars in parking lots near the school or from the memories of Corroded Coffin’s stage performance. To stand here and deny Eddie this chance to introduce her to his music would be disgusting of her, so she’d sit here and open the passage way to the unholy church of this talent.

       Trepidation pauses her response, however, fingertips tracing lines over her skirt, humming in thought. What would he have her do? Wear white makeup and black eyeliner like the members of Kiss? Put on something less conspicuous so when she stepped out of this car, it wasn’t so obvious that she was some kind of prep born into a high school gymnasium? Try to learn some of the lyrics to Judas Priest for an easier time understanding the music and to sing along with him during the performance? Whatever Chrissy was to these people would be deemed as a pretty little liar, their sneers at her stupidity over their favorite music taste would permeate her and she did fear, slightly, the idea of embarrassing Eddie in front of his peers, his group of people, his place in society that he longed to show her a piece of – no, she wouldn’t care what his idea was.

      ❝ Music saved my life, Eddie, ❞ she’d gently remind him, lips creaking underneath the stress of the reminder. Some used this as a metaphor for being pulled from a dark time in their existence, but for Chrissy? The meaning went literal. Gentle gaze fluttered shut, open, shut, trying to piece together how to continue her thoughts thoroughly ; she still felt that anxiety over embarrassing him, yet she wanted to assure him that his ideas wouldn’t be anything equal to a burden – or maybe she did this for herself since she thought this way often when requesting something?

       Lithe fingers reached for his raised finger, poking it with her own index. What did that do exactly? Nothing but it felt right in the moment. ❝ I’m defiantly not, like, indulging you since you saved me, too ; if it wasn’t for you and your home and your radio… ❞ She wouldn’t have woken up in the first place. ❝ I would have been all alone and…and… ❞ Trailing off, her finger would slowly disembark from its point of contact and fall to her side. They both knew the answer ; they were both aware of whatever that thing was that she told him about, it was hungry for a life – she was certain that the Devil (as she saw it) would return one day – and hers had been spared by the very PERSON that society tried to place the blame on: a metal loving, rock-and-roll indulging, DND playing, and alternative guy who, deep down, wasn’t anything like they thought.

        Compared to the images that society placed on the screen of a devil worshipper who sacrificed girls for eternal youth and power, Eddie didn’t live up to that at all. Kind, thoughtful, and interested in her and her problems – as if she were a human being who needed a support system… Eddie Munson was, and always must have been, a soul whose judgment was passed on too quickly. If only she could inform others of what they were misinterpreting about him…but for now, she finally pushed through her hesitation to perk up, cherry lips plucking away the insecurity and nervousness to shove aside the downer of a conversation topic she’d plunged them into the crowd of.

      ❝ The point is: I’d be happy to do whatever it is you need me to! ❞ Truthfully, she hoped it wasn’t some ploy to have her do something embarrassing, but he seemed more a gentleman than anyone in the school had given him credit for. It felt like the whole world was against him, yet he wasn’t bothered by it – he wasn’t…upset at her or her people who weren’t initially antagonistic toward him. ❝ I can do it! ❞ Her confidence is bolstered by her fingers reaching up, pulling on her ponytail to tighten it, like a warrior headed into battle – or, in her case, a cheerleader headed out on to the gym floor to scream her little heart out. Chrissy Cunningham was ready!

[lovecinnatwist]

Hope u stay safe and healthy! Abo with omega dick and alpha Jay, fluff if possible? Thanks :)

Hi Anon! I am in fact safe and healthy! Have a nice little ficlet of Alpha!Jason and Omega!Dick being very glad that their little pup is also safe, healthy and coming home.

Where the heart is - JayDick Omegaverse

Tags: Kid Fic, Omegaverse, Alpha Jason, Omega Dick, surrogate parent/adoption, lactating/milking Helena Wayne is Helena Mary Grayson Todd

Sometimes Dick Grayson forgets that his mate is an alpha.

It’s easy to do when Jason’s so sweet in a way that’s distinctively omegan. Perhaps it’s the influence of the mother who left him or remnants from the tender affection B only had for his second pup. It’s something soft and tender and so uniquely him that makes Dick love him more and more everyday.

Jason curls around him effortlessly. Warm muscles squeeze tight enough to be pleasant, but not chafing.

Dick has always been a runner. Jason understands that and leaves a clear exit open at all times. A difficult obstacle for traditional courting rituals. Not that the alpha had any challenge clearing hurdle after hurdle. Jason is anything but traditional as well.

So is their current situation.

A large warm hand rests on his shoulder. The heat bleeding out is more than soothing to his already twitching instincts. There’s no reason to be nervous. After all this is a natural occurrence. The pup with latch, Dick knows it will but still his heart flutters with nervousness.

Jason’s rumble soothes the eagerness away. It quells the barrage of emotions ready to burst.

“ Mr and Ms Grayson - Todd? “

The agent from CPS is wonderfully nice, light brown eyes glittering with excitement. The delightful purr of her tone of voice betrays her enthusiasm. Just as Jason’s rise in happy-hopeful-ready betrays his. Dick’s been dreaming of this day for a long time. Long before the aspiration had been stolen from him by a knife. Then again by age and a barely functioning body strung out by high stress.

It’s Jason’s strength that helps him stand.

The sleepy scent of milk and pup adorn the air like perfume. Even before Dick spots his- no their- daughter, every part of his instincts sing. His breast began to ache immediately. The grueling weeks of hormone treatments and supplements are finally worth it.

Worth it as Doctor Leslie gives him tiny, little Helena.

Dick thinks he’s been in love with her since the moment he saw her behind glass. From the moment his breast began to ache when they gave him a few of her blankets to add to his nest. From the very moment Jason told him he could have her.

She’s heavy in a way Dick doesn’t expect. The weight is foreign yet so comfortable to bear. The alpha does not press to see her, or to touch her. Dick gets a few precious moments to marvel at the prettiest pup he’s ever seen.

Gorgeous green eyes open up in seemingly joyful curiosity. Though potentially, it might just be his hopeful outlook that makes it appear that way. Dick wants so badly for her to love him. To love them- to belong to their little broken family. To an omega who is half of what they should be and an alpha who is dysphoric instead of dominating.

The scent of milk is strong enough to draw the pup to root amongst the fabric covering his breast. It’s a gentle motion, one made precious by the very soft sounds of pup calling for pack. Dick’s throat is tight from emotion. Luckily his partner wastes no time in letting out a soothing rumble. The vibrations of the action shakes against his back.

Hot tears sting two different sets of blue eyes.

“She should be quite hungry. It’s time for her lunch time feeding. I’m sure she would greatly appreciate milk from her mommy. “

The word mommy devastates him. It washes his soul out to sea, and wraps him in a whirlpool of bliss. It’s too much and not enough at the same. This child- this pup is going to see him as her dame. She will spend the rest of her life in a warm safe nest never knowing anything but love and affection. Dick hopes that she will love him despite not being apart of her DNA. For not being able to give birth to her himself.

Jason’s touch breaks the track of that train of thought.

It’s a dance to bring a beading nipple to her hungry little mouth. Jason, who is leagues more natural, helps Dick undress and get both him and the pup comfortable. If Dick is lost to the tides, the alpha is a wreckage on the bluff. The chair is big enough for both soon to be parents.

Jason’s warmth is ever present and grounding.

The massive fingers that trail down Helena’s face makes her look so tiny. Like a delicate little thing that could be broken by too fast a movement. Not that Jason has the capacity to be anything but gentle. His heart bleeds for people. It bleeds out until the entirety of Gotham is red with his protection.

It takes both of them together to get Helena to Dick’s leaking breast. The pup whines as she struggles to get the nipple in her mouth. She’s more familiar with the bottle they had told him. That it would take time but eventually she would suckle. There’s no inhale or exhale as the pup attempts to nurse.

Then like magic she latches.

The tears refuse to be held back. Dick’s heart alarmingly full as Helena feeds forcefully but eagerly. The moment she gets a mouth full she’s quick to take more. Her hungry little mouth makes loud sounds and she feeds. Jason purrs in encouragement. His hand lightly tickles her wispy black curls.

She’s perfect. She’s perfect wonderful and Dick won’t know what to do if they can’t take her home today.

Luckily they don’t have to find out. Both breast get equal attention as the infant switches from one to another. It’s so natural and easy Dick doesn’t know why he had let himself worry to begin with. They pass with flying colors. After the feeding and burping both he and Jason get a neat stack of forms that require their signatures.

Then she’s free to leave with them.

Jason holds Helena as Dick takes his turn to sign. The alpha looks so at ease with their baby girl in his arms. His muscular frame dwarfing her’s. Dick hopes that the pup knows there is no place safer than in her father’s arms. Even if she seems grumpy as he harrasses her in her drowsy state.

Dick has to steal her back when the alpha kisses her nose, drawing a very upset puppy whine from her still developing vocal chords. Jason is absolutely heartbroken to let her go. At some point when Leslie goes to process the paperwork they get to be alone with their daughter.

Helena Mary Grayson-Todd.

Jason takes to sating his instincts by smothering Dick instead of their very sleepy pup.

“She’s so beautiful. “He murmurs, voice low enough not to set her off again. The thickness of the words would be impossible not to recognize. Though he’s doing a good job holding it together, Dick can tell the alpha is close to tears. The gravity of the situation finally sinks in.

“ You were perfect Dickie. “

The nickname melts down his spine, deep and warm like something butter. Typically that tone would make his eyes flutter shut. His body going loose and lax against his mate. Not now however. Now while his eyes are so busy trying to memorize everything about their pup.

The process had been grueling. They had to get Jason legal, find a reputable company, pick a donor, try on each of her ovulations, suffer when it didn’t take, then try again, then the paper work, the fees, the complications, the waiting- Oh God the waiting.

It had been the worst, most agonizing part. Right after the premature birth, and watching their little one breathe in a little shallow tank, kept warm by heat lamps.

How Dick wishes he could have just taken her home that very first day.

Not that it matters anymore. Not when she’s theirs now. Not when she get’s to come home today and be put in their nest where she belongs. Right in-between her two parents.

God Dick doesn’t know how he’ll manage to share her. The perfect pup in his arms is just so wonderful. It’s been such a long agonizing journey, he barely wants to hand her over to her sire.

He laughs, wetly, trying not to wake Helena from her nap.

“ If I can’t share you with Daddy how will I give you to your aunties and uncles huh? “

Jason’s laugh is close to his ear, sweet and silent to the point where it barely breathes. The soft sound makes his toes curl in his shoes. The searing comfort of love and happiness runs through his body as happy chills.

It’s something to get familiar with. The quiet laugh of a father trying not to wake their pup.

He looks at those watery blue-green eyes and Dick is falling in love all over again.

God who knew they could end up here? The two of them- finally starting a family together. That they could walk away from a life of pain and agony, to gift themselves something so beautiful.

For the first time in months, giving up the moniker doesn’t feel so suffocating.

When Jason laces their fingers together over their pup he knows his husband, his mate, the half of his heart agrees.

All while the new half lays in their arms, peaceful, healthy and forever loved.

[anothertimdrakestan]

Holding Hands With Batboys/YJ Boys HC

req: "Hey Hey! I love your headcanons so much! Can you do how each batboy holds hands with their s/o maybe if it's not too much some yj characters like Wally, Beastboy, and Bart Allen too?"

this is the softest ask in the world omg i'm in love! i kept them short and sweet so i could fit all 7 boys in here! hope you enjoy this req was absolutely adorable but kinda hard to come up with 7 different ways to hold hands 😂!

Jason Todd

- jason doesn't just hold you hand, he engulfs it

- he's a squeezer, and you've learned to read his emotions purely through the tightness of grip and length of squeeze

- you love to tease him by trying to swing his arm around while he stiffens it, embarrassed by your public gesture but he secretly loves it

- he likes to grab your hand and pull you in for a quick peck then continue on his way, never letting go of your hand

- even though jay prefers an arm draped over your shoulder or secured around your waist, he enjoys a good hand holding now and then, especially when all he craves is your soothing touch

Wally West

- holding hands with wally usually develops into something more

- he loves to grab your hands and spin you around, sometimes ending in a dip followed by a kiss, he knows how cute you think it is in old movies and he's made it his mission to turn your life into a love story

- when cuddling he'll grab your hand and place it on his head, begging like a red headed puppy for a head massage/scratches

- in public he tries to put his hand in your back pocket, again creating a love story moment, sometimes you'll let him get away with it other times you'll simply place your hand in his, giving him a knowing squeeze

- wally is such a flirt, it's what you love him for, constantly keeping you head over heels for his lovestruck shenanigans day in and out

Tim Drake

- one of the first moves made between you and tim was holding hands, it kind of developed into a staple in your relationship

- as best friends you'd hold hands all the time casually, tim would initiate squeezing wars, always starting with 3 squeezes in a row, and you'd always squeeze back

- his grasp is soft, like he trusts you to not let go, it's comforting and endearing

- just holding his hand still gives you butterflies

- he still squeezes three times, but you know what it stands for now. he was never good at putting things into words was he?

- (squeeze) i (squeeze) love (squeeze) you.

Bart Allen

- you and bart are expert hand holders, he craves your touch 24/7 and your happy to comply, loving how when he's really excited sparks dance between your palms

- bart likes to keep you close, your hand in his is reassurance that he can scoop you up and run you to safety if anything goes wrong

- because you're both competitive as hell you'll have hand holding competitions, first one to let go loses

- bart will lick your hand, you'll offer food only if lets go, and more. the game gets lethal but it's too much fun to stop

- his teammates joke that he's like a y/n battery, he's known to get pouty when he hasn't seen you so he tries to soak up every inch of your affection when youre together, and you couldn't ask for anything better

Damian Wayne

- for damian, holding hands is probably the furthest he'll go to show physical affection in public

- at first he would fidget and grumble about the decreased dexterity but now he's the first to reach out for you when you walk together

- he likes to draw little pictures or write small cursive words with his middle finger on the back of your palm

- you're convinced that sometimes he writes i love you in cursive over and over again when you're in public but he'll never admit it, not yet anyway

- he's come to love holding your hand, getting to read your emotions just based off of your grip or a small squeeze, and you love him for how attentive and kind he is with you always

Garfield Logan

- Gar loves all forms of physical touch, he's often seen in some small animal form nuzzled in your pocket, perched on your shoulder, squeaking commands from on top of your head, or dragging you down the street hand in hand

- you're both tuggers, pulling each other around, tugging you into his embrace or vice versa, there's no lack of excitement or movement

- you both interlock your hands, fingers wrapped between each other, now-shared arm flailing around as you both point out various objects surrounded in choruses of laughter

- at the beginning you used to get stares, hand in hand with a grinning, laughing green bean, but now it's just y/n and gar logan- people often stop both of you to tell you how cute you are or ask for goofy pictures of you pretending to shoot finger guns at a dying gar, it's overall just genuinely fun to go out with garfield, spending afternoons filled with laughter and smiles- hand in hand the whole time

Dick Grayson

- dick keeps you glued to his side, his large arm usually draped around your hip as he toys with the seam of your shirt, waistband, or his favorite- jean loops

- because he is so loving most of the hand holding is you forbidding him from other, more passionate touches

- at fancy galas when he's toying with the zipper of your dress like the devil he is you'll sweetly grab his hand in yours, maybe slightly digging your nails in to tell him now is not the time for his sexual advances

- his hands are large and calloused but soft, comforting when you intertwine with yours

- sometimes you'll grasp just one of his fingers with your whole hand, trying to hold on as he tears through the manor after a wild damian, dick constantly has you grinning like an idiot- it's one of the reasons you love him more than anything in the world

Making this was way more difficult than i expected haha i really hope you enjoyed! I love seeing comments of your favorites if you wanna tell me! Love you!