#if only todd had a bit more confidence

[poems4girls]

"i wrote a poem about you."

neil's eyes widened.

"you wrote a poem about me?"

todd smiled.

"they're all about you."

[mostly-imagines]

Moonstruck

jason todd x reader

aka sober thoughts and all that

warnings: intoxication

Jason has a thing about drinking around you. He’d kind of skirted around it for a while when you were first dating, but after a while you’d noticed he never really has more than a drink or two regardless of how much you had. The only times you ever see him drink more is when he’s downing whiskey as a pain mitigater when he needs stitches. You’d initially assumed he just wasn’t a big drinker, but eventually you’d come to realize it was more of a matter of not wanting to lose his inhibitions around you. 

You know he’s still working on trusting himself, even sober, because he’s terrified of accidentally hurting you. But you have a hard time imagining him losing control like that in any state and you’re nearly certain he’s just being hard on himself.

You’ve been falling in and out of less than peaceful sleep for the past few hours, having trouble easing yourself while your boyfriend is still out. You at least attempted to get to bed earlier tonight because for once he isn’t out fighting crime and risking injury, though you haven’t found much more luck than usual. 

You lie on your back, half ready to give up and turn on a movie while you wait.

You’re momentarily startled to hear Dick bellow out your name, no regard for the fact that it’s nearing three in the morning and you have neighbors. He’s not much of a shouter so you’re instantly on alert, worried that he or Jason are hurt.

You fumble out of bed and rush to the living room, surprised to find your fire escape empty. You turn, proceeding towards the front door, opening it cautiously. 

“Dick? What—” You don’t need to finish your question because the second you take one good look at the two of them, the state of them is immediately clear. Dick, who’s barely standing upright on his own, supports your boyfriend's weight via Jason’s arm slinged around his shoulder.

“Hey!” Dick grins at you, far more lively than he has any business being this late at night. “Sorry, couldn’t remember which apartment was yours.”

You nod pensively, “Well the perspective’s different than when you’re coming in through the window.”

He continues on past that without thought, “I’ve come to deliver,” he says, gesturing up to Jason with a bit of a strain. You’re pretty sure there were supposed to be a couple more words at the end of that sentence but you understand well enough anyway.

You nod, eyebrows raised and try to hide a smile. “Thanks, Dick.” He shifts your boyfriend off of his shoulder to lean him up against the door frame, where Jason places a majority of his weight.

You eye him warily, not confident in his steadiness. He seems to hold well enough against the heavy door though, his eyes drifting around the tiled floor. Your attention shifts to Dick, who’s clearly satisfied with a job well done and ready to go.

You tilt your head, seeing him turn away. “You good?”

“I’m great!” He calls out with a thumbs up. You watch as he staggers away, nearly missing the exit.

You look back over at Jason, who’s already staring at you with a soft gaze. “You’re pretty,” he fawns, irises blown out and flickering all over your face.

“Oh you’re drunk drunk.” You grin, watching him stumble forward a bit.

He shakes his head, looking a bit dizzy after, “Shoulda seen Tim.”

You pause mid laugh, “…Who drove you here?”

He falters at that, gaze falling to the floor. “Uh…” He winces, “Damian…”

You nod slowly, eyes wide, “We’re gonna talk about that tomorrow.”

“He’s better than you’d think.” You’d hope so. 

Well, at least he’s spending time with his brothers.

You sigh, straightening your posture in preparation for the job to come. “Alright, come on big guy,” you pull him up from his slant against the wall, hauling him into the same position he’d been in with Dick—though you’re struggling significantly more to hold him upright. “You gotta help me out here, Jay,” you grunt, trying very hard not to fold under his weight. You swat the door shut behind you, making peace with the fact that he’ll scold you in the morning for not locking it.

He presses an uncoordinated kiss to the side of your head as you try to shuffle him along, not interested in the least in easing your labor. His self discipline isn't quite gone, but his awareness of how big he is sure seems to be. 

You wobble from the heavy weight of his arm around your shoulders, holding onto him by his waist. You manage to get him to sidestep your cat, narrowly, though Salem hisses at him all the same. Jason takes no notice. You stumble into your bedroom with only about 30% of his usual balance aiding your effort.

He collapses onto the bed the second his legs hit the frame, pulling you down with him. You lie, somewhat awkwardly, on his chest as he holds you tight—probably tighter than he would if he were sober. It feels nice though.

You lie your cheek flat on his chest, relaxing against him. “What’d you guys do? Thought you were just having an easy night.”

He takes a deep breath before answering, “Raided Dick’s liquor c—” he stops, mulling over his words. “...Bruce’s liquor that was in Dick’s cabinet.” He annunciates every word in that sentence very carefully.

You squint speculatively, “Didn’t take Dick for the stealing type.”

He grumbles, “He’s not. ‘Less it’s Bruce.”

You can’t help the smile that breaks out on your face, “Aw, you really do take after your big brother, don’t you?” 

He scoffs at that, “I don’t. I’m the one who gave him the idea.” Yeah, that sounds right.

He taps on your cheek lightly and you pick your head up to find him looking at you with puppy dog eyes.

“What’s that look for?”

“Can I kiss you?” his eyes drop down to your lips, “I really wanna kiss you.” He’s nearly whispering and you feel your heart skip several beats at the feeling of his eyes on you like this.

You press a light kiss to his lips and he practically purrs.  

You pull back, admiring the serene expression on his face. “You taste like whiskey.”

“I like whiskey,” he says honestly.

You smile, nodding. “I know. Don’t know why, but..”

He leans in for another kiss but you parry, only letting his lips meet your cheek. He frowns grimly, attempting to chase your lips. 

“Lemme kiss you,” the pout on his face is adorable and while you hesitate to deny him, you retreat, resting your chin on his chest.

You smile wistfully, tracing his cheekbone, “You’re drunk, baby.”

“‘M not that drunk,” he tells you, though everything about him says otherwise.

Your hand falls flat on his shoulder. “Your eleven year old brother drove you here.”

He shrugs, “He can drive the bat…batcar? Bat…”

“Batmobile,” you finish.

“The batmobile.” he nods, as if he was seconds away from remembering. You suspect he wasn’t. 

“Bruce lets him drive it?” you question, wholly disbelieving.

“No.”

Enough said.

“You’re gonna be hungover as hell in the morning,” you mumble, taking in his uninhibited demeanor.

He nods that off, “‘S okay. You’ll be here, right?”

You tilt your head, observing him chalantly. “Where else would I go?”

His arms snake tighter around you at that, giving you a little squeeze before relenting. 

“I wanna marry you,” he murmurs, brushing your hair out of your face and tucking it neatly behind your ear. 

You blink rapidly a few times, “What?” You push yourself up on his chest, sitting up on his abdomen.

“Wanna marry you.” He repeats, eyes lidded as he breathes easy under you. “You’re m’favorite person…want you t’be my wife.”

Your breath gets caught in your throat. “..You want me to be your wife?”

His lips are slightly parted and his pupils are wide as he stares up at you, taking in your features carefully. “‘Course I do.” He brings his fingers up to your cheek, touching you softly with all the wonderment of a little kid. “You’re so pretty.”

You’re quick to return, “So are you.” Especially right now.

He shuts his eyes momentarily, shaking his head morosely, “You gotta stop bein’ so nice t’me,” he lets his hand fall to rest on your thigh. “Don’t deserve it.”

“Shut up,” you lour, “You deserve it more than anybody.”

“No. Not more than you,” his hands knead at your thighs like it’s an instinct. “You deserve everything.” He closes his eyes, tilting his chin up as his head sinks further back into the pillow. “Think I’d do anything you wanted.”

“Jay—”

He continues on, “Want you t’be happy. Wanna make you happy.”

Your face falls into an expression of dazed awe, “You do make me happy.”

He dwindles at that, “No, really happy. Take care of you. Build you a house, give you babies. Wha’ever you want.”

He paws at your thighs, trying to get you to come closer again to him. You lay back down on top of him and his hand instantly buries itself in your hair, stroking softly. “You’re just…you’re so perfect…” He turns his head to mumble against your forehead, “Feel like I dreamed you, sometimes.”

You breathe deeply against the crook of his neck, eyes feeling glassy. “I love you.” It’s all you can get out, and it’s not enough, but it’s all of it. 

“I love you,” he says like he’s trying to turn it into gospel. “So much. I love you so much, so fuckin’ much.” His words start to get lost in his weary babbling.

Your chest feels full and you can distinctly feel every beat of your heart against it. Or maybe it’s Jason’s heart. But what’s the difference?

You press a tender kiss to the nape of his neck. “You’re really sweet when you’re drunk, you know that?”

He hums lowly, head lulling against yours.

You still for a second, finding his breathing has slowed and his hand has seized its movement in your hair. His soft breaths fill the air as you press a kiss to his collarbone before settling in completely. “You’re gonna love when I tell you about this in the morning,” you whisper, letting your eyes shut too.

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A simple tattoo. That’s all it was supposed to be. Ink— detailed swirling patterns and striking shapes all coming into one beautiful design— settled right above your tailbone. It was a decision that had been simmering in your mind for some time. Tattoos could be painful— and this one was no less painful than any other tattoo, but there was something alluring about it. Something like a siren’s call. The reaction of your sweet boyfriend proved that.

It was only a few days after you had gotten the tattoo that Jason noticed something different about you. Maybe the tattoo adorning your lower back had given you a different aura, or made you more confident, because he was like a hound who had just picked up a different scent.

His eyes stared at you with more intensity. Simple moments spent with each other— cooking in the kitchen while his head rested on your shoulder, cuddling on the couch on lazy week-days and so on— had changed with one minor detail.

His stare.

Maybe not so minor. You don’t think Jason knows how much power he holds with his gaze— the sea-green that mirrors a violent ocean turns into something softer when looking at you.

Even now, in your shared bedroom, at the early hours of the morning, he’s watching you as if you’re some puzzle he’s trying to solve. You can feel his gaze deep in your bones.

“Jay?”

You question, slowly turning around to face him. Your head instinctively settles on his outstretched arm. The corners of his lips curl upwards instinctively.

“Good morning, Pretty.”

His voice is like honey in the morning. The soft touch of his fingers caressing your cheek is actually sweeter than honey.

“Why are you staring at me?”

“I can’t look at you?”

You snort, for a moment hiding your smile by nuzzling into his arm.

“Yes, you can. But you’ve got a different look to you.”

He grins— the action almost dangerous as he shuffles closer and his arms cage you in his hold.

“You’re the one who’s been different.”

He answers while pressing a soft kiss on your forehead.

“Maybe because I did do something a little bit different a few days ago.”

That catches his attention. His fingers tip your chin a bit higher so he can look at you. There’s a confused glint in his eye and a small pout on his lips, as if to complain about him not knowing about this change.

“Show me, please.”

There’s soft desperation to his voice. You’ve long discovered that Jason takes pride in you showing yourself to him— inside and out. You shuffle from the sheets, sitting up. He reluctantly lets go of you, but his hands still settle on your hips.

His eyes widen a bit when your hands find the hem of your sleep-shirt. Bringing the fabric up, you switch to your shorts, tugging it down slightly.

He gulps, eyes fluttering and mouth slightly open.

“Baby?—”

“Hush.” You stop him before he can question you. “Just look.”

You turn around, giving him a view of your exposed lower back. The tattoo is still healing, but the ink swirls on your skin beautifully. You lick your lips, anticipating his reaction.

Jason eyes truly widen at the sight. His hands that were settled on your hips ball up into fists— the knuckles turning slightly white. He instinctively licks his lips before his eyes find yours— a bit of a panicked glint in them. He sits up and you can only contain your giggles seeing his flustered reaction.

“Who did it? Was the place clean? Did it hurt? Did they make you uncomfortable?”

Of course his first concern was your well being— you can’t fault him for that. Though you want to push him a bit— tease him about it.

“You wanna touch it?”

You shuffle closer. The fabric is dangerously low— the entire tattoo is on display. You notice his hands flex, as if they desperately want to touch the inked skin. His eyes are ripped away from the tattoo as you offer him to touch the tattoo, as if to ask if you’re being serious.

“You’re such a—”

“Don’t act like you don’t want to.”

It’s a game at this point. Who will give in first? You decide to push his buttons a little more.

“I mean— I thought you’d wanna touch me after seeing the tattoo. Consider the fact I let some stranger stare and touch my back for hours.”

Jason scoffs, rolling his eyes. The annoyed click of his tongue only makes you want to try harder. You can tell your getting closer when his fingers push firmly into the skin of your hips.

Just a little more.

“I wanted to give you a surprise. Something nice to look at for next time we have—”

You don’t get to finish that sentence. He’s already on you. You can’t even comprehend how fast he pushes you on the bed, settled on your stomach and face in the soft pillows. His thighs keep you in place as his fingers trace down your exposed spine delicately before reaching your lower back and stopping at the tattoo.

“You wanted to give me an excuse to stare, huh?”

Even when talking, you can tell how focused he is on your tattoo. There’s concentration in his voice as he traces the ink. His touch falters sometimes, as if the sight of it is too much.

“Oh shut up. You like it.”

You quip back, turning your head around get a better look at him. You almost lose your breath.

His eyes are locked on the tattoo. His fingers trace the design. There is something completely different in the way he’s handling you right now. He’s acting as if he’s got a priceless art piece in his hands.

“Jason.” You sound breathless. “Stop staring at me like that.”

“Didn’t you ask me to look?”

“You’re not just looking. You’ve literally straddled me to just stare at it—”

You don’t get to finish, he has a knack for stealing the words straight out of your mouth.

Speaking of mouths— his is currently on your back, leaving small kisses down your spine.

“Jason!”

Your whimpers are muffled by the pillow under you. Your hands grip the sheets. You instinctively arch into the sheets as his kisses go lower and lower until he reaches the tattoo. You can feel how his kisses because even more attentive and slower. You can even feel his tongue graze the inked skin.

You let out a small, pitched moan at the sensations of his lips on you. The skin is still sensitive, making the sensations even more downright sinful as he kisses all over your lower back. He even smiles against it. A stupid fucking grin appears on his lips and you can feel it.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

You ask, voice shaking. You try and muffle any sounds coming out of your mouth by digging your face even deeper in the pillow. That only seems to excite him even more.

“I think you’re the one enjoying this more that I am, Pretty.”

“You’re such an ass.”

“Sure.”

He hums as he snatches the pillow from under your head. You yelp, caught of guard by his sudden action. His hand cradles your cheek to let you lay your head on the bed softly.

“Hey! Give that back!”

“Shut up. I need better access. Can you raise your hips for a second?”

He asks as if that’s just normal.

“I’m not— Jason, oh my god.”

You hide your flushed face in your hands. You can feel him shuffle right above you. He probably has a satisfied grin on his face. Curse him. Curse him and curse that stupid handsome smirk on his even stupider beautiful lips.

“What? You started it. Now, raise your hips for me, Pretty.”

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[ramonathinks]

BILLIONAIRE BOYS CLUB

stuck in an elevator with the three elite billionaire sons of Bruce Wayne.

tags: (18+) fingering, squirting, pet names (doll face, baby, sweetheart), dry humping, dirty talk, ripping of clothes, confided spaces, brothers who share, oral (f!receiving), making out, hickies, nipple play, kinda exhibitionism (???), foursome, mention of breeding kinks, praise

notes: i imagine reader as black but i don’t think i used any physical description [repost!]

It was a tight fit. It had you rubbing your thighs together to calm the heat and aching throbbing between your legs. Crossing your ankles together you held your purse tighter and inhaled, trying to think of anything but your three bosses — but their presence was too powerful and overwhelming in this tight and suffocating elevator. Dirty and primal lust filled the air and you swallowed hard trying to ignore it.

They were all so tall, so lean and their muscular bodies took over all of the small space that you were confined in. Awkwardly rolling your hips, trying to ease your aches without being noticed, your body trembled a bit. Your stomach folded in as the mixed aroma of their colognes entered your nose — a musky smell of pine caused you to bite your lip.

The elevator was quiet besides the occasional rumbling but you couldn’t help but feel queasy, feeling as if they all were staring you down.

Quiet yet quick shuffling was heard before you noticed a tanned hand pressing yet another button. You tried to pay no mind to it until all at once the lights flickered and a loud bang started, you gasped aloud and backed back into a hard chest.

“S-sorry,” You stammered, pushing yourself off of whoever was behind you. You tried not to memorize the feeling that your hands felt of the muscular and broadness of his chest, your face felt hot and with the sudden change of temperature it was only worst.

“It’s fine, doll face.” Came the response of the one and only Jason Todd, his voice made you shiver with delight and the ache in your core returned again. Your blazer and tights making you feel stuffy and hot, as if you were wearing too many clothes. “You okay?”

You didn’t trust anymore of your voice but you nodded. Heat pooled between your legs listening to his deep and throaty voice and the nickname he bestowed upon you. Self fanning yourself a bit you looked off to the side, seeing Dick to your side, who winked at you.

“You’re looking pretty hot there,” Dick brought himself closer to your ear and blew a bit near your neck. He chuckled when you jumped back. “I don’t bite baby, you know, unless you like that kind of thing…” His piercing dark blue eyes scanned your face before eyeing your lips.

“No need to be scared.” Tim finally spoke up. You felt a shift in the air before he grabbed at your waist and pulled you in to his chest.

That’s when it clicked for you. Jason pushed the button to halt the elevator. As if reading your expression, their laughter shook the elevator. “Finally figured it out, yeah?” Jason’s eyes were equally piercing as Dick’s but it was the smirk and the white streak of hair that was making you fold.

“She’s been here, what..? About 3 months?” Dick quirked an eyebrow to him, who you felt nod against your shoulder. “Still haven’t noticed us… our stares… our conversations that we always try to rope you in… you just gave us nothing—”

“So we had to do something to get your attention.” Jason finished, bringing his calloused yet soft hands to caress your face, rubbing at your cheeks before removing your glasses from your face.

Grinding his hips against yours, Tim kissed the sides of your neck. Your breathing quickened with every tainting kiss before his mouth opened and then you felt pure wetness dripping down your neck. His thick long tongue licking up a pattern as he grinding himself more against you, you could feel how hard he was, how thick he was and just how big.

“I… I don’t understand…” You muttered, mainly to yourself. Trying to control yourself but your hips were already rutting against Tim’s, quiet moans leaving both of your lips.

“Shh…” Dick pressed a finger to your lips. “It’s nothing for you to understand. Just know… we’ve been thinking about this for quite some time now.”

“And we plan to make you understand every inch of it, baby.” Tim panted in your ear, you could feel his hands trailing up from your waist leaving a hot trail until he landed on your breast. “Jason, mind giving me a hand?”

It was almost too quick how Jason undid the buttons to your shirt, leaving both the shirt and blazer on, he was tempted to snap a picture. Looking at the position you were in made him want you even more. “So fucking beautiful.” He blew his breath on your nipples, watching them both get hard and erect.

He was never too big on sharing. But with his brothers? It was something different.

You yelped, feeling more heat hit your now bare legs as Dick stretched and ripped the flimsy fabric thighs you were wearing. He turned to look at Jason, “You owe me.”

With hungry eyes, Jason looked between your legs and sucked his teeth. “Fuck.” He groaned. Black lacy panties.

Was it wrong for the brothers to bet what type of panties you wore? Probably. But damn did it pay off.

Bumping his nose against your clothed clit at the same time that Tim tweaked your nipples you tried to move away from them, it was too much. “W-Wait!”

Jason moved closer to you and touched your face again, “Shh. It’s okay.” He cooed before he leaned towards, keeping his eyes on yours.

Everything happened all at once. Your eyes rolled back once you felt his tongue slither inside of your mouth with no warning, his brothers feeling you up it was almost too much for you to focus on — the rhythm of Tim’s hips, Jason’s tongue swirling inside of your mouth and Dick playing with your drooling covered pussy.

Jason applied pressure to your tongue before licking the insides of your mouth, both sides of the cheeks before he sucked on your tongue. Even with your eyes closed, you knew he was still staring at you. Each moan they pulled out of you, another one added pressure.

“Oh fuck,” Feeling Dick pulling your panties to the side and hearing him moan. Your slick wetness sticking to the black Lacy panties you were wearing. “Such a pretty mess down here.” He licked his lips. “Such a pretty little pussy, fuck, you like when I say talk to you down here baby?” As if the dripping all over wasn’t enough of an answer, he smiled before dipping his head down.

You held your breath, expecting him to get straight to the point. But instead, he kissed your thighs. Trailing deep kisses up and down, getting closer and closer to your clit every time. Your breathing uneven, Jason moved from your mouth to your breast, his teeth tugging on your dark nipples, still meeting your eyes.

Dick’s muffled moan drew your eyes to him. You watched as his wet tongue tugged at your folds before slurping up the juices that spilled out of you. Your legs were trembling and if it wasn’t for Tim, you would’ve fell over.

“You like what he’s doing to you, sweetheart?” Tim whispered. “Imagine what it’ll be like when I’m cumming inside of that pussy, you hear me? Matter of fact. When we’re all cumming inside of you, gonna birth a heir to this company, aren’t you?” He sucked on your ear lobe and your pussy tightened up when Dick tried to put his tongue inside of you.

“Don’t scare her off, Tim. He’s just playing around baby.” Jason told you, kissing the valley between your aching breast.

Parting the lips of your pussy with his fingers, Dick drove his tongue inside. “Oooh, I…” You we’re babbling. Wetness dripping on his face and even on his expensive shirt as he licked and slurped, nibbling on your puffy clit.

Tim didn’t like how left out he was, the brothers could see it on his face. With another long suck on your clit enough to make you even weaker on your knees, Dick rose up.

“W-wait I didn’t get to—” He covered your mouth with his, holding the sides of your face and massaging the breast that Jason was neglecting.

A sudden intrusion inside of your pussy made you moan aloud. You were so focused that you didn’t feel Tim parting you open for his fingers. “So fucking tight, right here. Such a small pussy. Can’t wait to break her in.” He purred, moving two of his fingers faster inside of you. His hips digging into yours, Jason now sucking on your throat. The gentle fiction from Tim’s slacks driving you even more crazy since his fingers are working too. Using his thumb, he pressed on your clit and dragged his thumb up and down adding pressure each time.

You were struggling to keep your balance. Your voice was hoarse as they had their way with you. Your entire body shaking while you whimpered against them, tightening up on Tim’s fingers and he groaned, stretching them inside of you.

With clenched teeth Tim told you, “Breathe. Fuck, sweetheart. It’s just me, just open up a bit more.” It was feeling good being stretched so good while two other boys felt you up with their hands and their mouths.

You were getting so dizzy. Your orgasm attempting to push through. You didn’t know how you didn’t come yet.

Licking up the pulse on both sides of your neck, Dick and Jason shared a look. You didn’t know what it meant until they both dropped to their knees and eyed your swollen clit.

“Oh you weren’t lying. I knew she’d be pretty. But this is truly a pussy, so smooth and bare.” Jason smirked, pulling your lips open, watching his brother’s fingers dipping inside. Then he moved forward and kissed your aching clit.

Your knees buckled and you threw your head back while Tim continued to hold you up and fuck you with his fingers. Sucking your clit into his mouth, Jason did a deep groan, putting your clit in his mouth and mouthing his head back before letting your clit bounce back before doing it again.

His tongue was putting in work, licking up and down your clit. Feeling another set of wetness you thrusted your hips forward, begging for more, not realized Dick had joined in on the assault of your pussy.

The strokes of their tongues plus Tim’s fingers moving and stretching you so deep, you rode out every feeling you possessed and when Tim pushed in deeper inside of your gummy walls that held him so tight, he pressed and circled your insides until he felt you clench harder than before.

It was the hardest you ever came, your limbs snapping, body shaking hard, babbling words and your pussy squirting out a clear liquid of slick on both of the boys below up, who happily drank it up. You felt drunk as you slid down to the ground.

With wild looks in their eyes, the brothers straightened themselves out, looking over your appearance. Dick pulled your blazer over you and Jason continued to rip the rest of your tights. Tim, got the elevator back on track.

The aftershocks of your orgasm still haven’t faded, your body still twitching and shaking. You could hear them talking to each other, “She’s completely fucked out. She won’t be able to go back to work like this.” Dick said.

“Can’t take her home or Bruce will have our heads for fucking with his best assistant.” Tim replied while Jason just laughed.

“Well,” Jason picked you up as if you weighted nothing. “I can always take her back to my comfy loft.”

Tim and Dick looked at him as if he was crazy. “So you could get started without us? Ha, very funny.” Tim snorted.

“Let’s just find her address on the company—” The elevator dinged and stopped, the doors opening to the person none of you wanted to see.

With wide eyes Bruce Wayne frowned at the sight. Putting a hand over his forehead he did a deep sigh, “Do I even want to know?”

The boys all shook their heads and Tim quickly pressed the button to the company garage. “Let’s just get something to eat first.”

“Works for me.” You yawned, looking dreamily at the three boys.

[stove-top96]

what if you did a valentine’s day one shot where the reader gets asked on a date and yandere batfam are not happy about it?

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Please, Please, Please

Oneshot

Y Batfam x GN Reader

Featuring Platonic: Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Cassandra Cain, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne

2.5K Words

Masterlist

You glance at the clock—15 minutes tell school is over. To pass the time you doodle on the corner of your notebook. Mr Miller's chemistry class was the worst. His monotone voice could lull anyone to sleep.

Your eyes drift to your desk mate, Parker. They seem just as bored as you, staring blankly out the window. Chemistry was the only class you had without Tim, which left you alone without anyone to talk to. Parker is nice, they’re the only friend you have that’s not already a part of Tim’s circle— If you could call them a friend.

They seemed to catch you staring because they started to scribble something in they’re notebook. A moment later they slid it over to you.

‘You understand any of this’ you smile and glance up at them. They had a cheeky grin. It was cute.

You shake your head and scribble something down. ‘Not a bit’.

They take the notebook back, Parker chuckles as they read your message, rolling their eyes.

“Guess we’re screwed than” they whisper.

You let out a small giggle “guess so”.

The bell rings before you and Parker can chat more. You’re quick to pack up your things, you wanna get home as soon as possible.

You sling your backpack over your shoulder but before you can head out the door Parker speaks up.

”Hey Y/n I got a question for you”

you pause before turning all your attention to them “yeah what’s up?”

”I was wondering…” their voice wavers and their cheeks go pink “well you know how Valentine’s Day is in a few days” Parker stumbles out, fingers tapping on the notebook. you nod.

”I was hoping… you and me could go out together, like on a date” their voice seemed to gain some confidence, and a boyish smile tugs on their lips.

You paused. You haven't really thought about going on a date with anyone, but the more you think about it why would you say no. Parker’s nice, funny, and they’re pretty cute.

You smile “Sure sounds like fun”.

Parker stares at you, wide eyed, like a deer in headlights. You take that as your cue to start heading out.

“Uhh. Yeah we’ll talk more tomorrow yeah?” They stammer.

“Yeah lets talk tomorrow” you call out from the other end of the classroom, before heading out the door.

Walking through the halls you check your phone. It’d been buzzing all class, it had to have been Dick.

<Dick>

Hey baby bird, how were your classes?

I’m in town today and we need to go out.

I Just asked Alfred I’m picking you up today!!

I’ll be waiting outside

Tim’s got a ride so don't worry about him

just you and me today!!

You scoff rolling your eyes. He easily could have sent these as one message, he just liked being annoying.

After putting your books away in your locker, you made your way to the parking lot. It’s packed with people and cars, but before you could spot him.

“Babybird I missed you so much!”

He yelled from across the parking lot, as he leaned against his car. You cringed as students stared at you and him. Could he get anymore embarrassing?

He ruffled your hair as you got into the passenger seat.

“C’mon let's go” he ushered you inside before, racing out of the parking lot.

“So I’m thinking we head to that new cafe you were talking about, and maybe stop by that old bookstore you like so much before we head home.” He keeps his eyes on the road.

“Yeah sounds like a plan” you smile.

He starts talking again, you tune him out. Your mind wanders back to when Parker asked you out. A giddy smile tugged at your lips. It made you feel all warm inside, this will be your first valentine’s on an actual date.

“You spacing out baby bird?” Dick raises a brow.

”sorry, sorry long day” you stammer. Dick makes a face, like he doesn’t quite believe you.

“sure.” His voice is a little irritated. Great, he's already starting to get pissy.

Your family’s always been weird about you. It's probably because you're not a vigilante but you can still take care of yourself.

It’s been getting worse as you get older, they just keep adding rules on top of rules. No going out past 7. No leaving anyone’s side at a gala. Always eat lunch with Tim’. Damian has way less rules than you do, and he doesn’t even follow them. It’s like they're scared to let you grow up.

Lately it’s been worse. Conversations stop once you enter a room. Touches lingering a little longer than normal. Eyes lingering for too long.

Whatever you’re used to their overprotectiveness.

It’s why you plan to keep your Valentine’s Day plans to yourself. You can just imagine everyone’s reactions. Dick will probably get super clingy. Tim will pull up their search history. Damian will go on a rant about how Parker doesn’t deserve you. Jason might corner them in some alley. and Cass will have that disappointed look on her face, the kind that makes you feel horrible.

Bruce might even ground you.

“Yeah” Dick’s grip tightened on the steering wheel tightens “no way” he mutters to himself.

Dicks muttering snaps you back to reality “what did you say?” You ask.

He forces a smile “Oh nothing baby bird, just excited”

You and Dick make it back after a few hours, and you’re exhausted. He took all across Gotham, trying to any and everything with you. It’s pretty obvious that he was trying to make up for lost time. He’s been in Blüdhaven more often.

by the time you step through the front door you want nothing more than to calloused into bed.

Instead you’re greeted by Damian. Judging from the scowl on his face he’s more pissed off than usual

Damian crossed his arms. ”You said you’d only take them out to eat.” He scoffed.

Dick slid off his shoes lazily , not even bothering to look up.”We were having too much fun and lost track of time.” Dick forced laughed.

Damian doesn’t move. ”You were gone for nearly 3 hours.” His voice is flat, clearly not buying the excuse.

“It’s my fault” you chime in, trying to diffuse the tension. Damian’s head turns toward you, his expression softens. “I asked Dick to drive me all over town” you smile, Dick ruffles your hair before heading down the hall. Damian doesn’t spare him a glance, his eyes locked in on you.

You start to make your way to your room, Damian follows— of course.

”you promised to be my model for my newest painting. When do you expect to make it up?” He asks. You hum “After dinner? You’ll still have a few hours until patrol”.

He pauses for a moment “I suppose that will work.” He says, the faintest smile forming on his lips.

You grip the handle of your bedroom door, praying you’ll get some alone time for once.

You don’t.

As you step inside Damian follows, his sharp gaze assessing the space. You sigh but don’t say anything.

Dinner should be ready in an hour, Damian’s not gonna leave anytime soon. might as well scroll through your phone in the meantime.

You and Damian head downstairs and as you make your way to your seat the conversation at the table does. everyone's eyes flicker towards you. You raise a brow but before you can say anything Alfred pipes up.

”I cooked your favourite tonight master y/n” he says, as if nothing is off.

You smile, shaking off the tension. “thank you Alfred”

As you go to take a bite you notice Jason’s gaze. it’s not his usual lazy smile. It’s sharper, more intense, watching. Did something happen? His anger is almost never directed towards you. Did Bruce say something?

Before your mind starts to wander your eyes glance towards Cass, she’s frowning like she’s almost disappointed in you but not quite.

“How was school today y/n?” Bruce’s voice cuts through the silence.

Everyone’s head turns to look at you. Waiting, as if they’re expecting something.

It’s fine you’re used to your family being weird like this.

You take a sip of your water ”it was fine” you force a casual tone. There is no way you can let them know about Parker.

Jason tilts his head “Nothing exciting happened?” He asked, studying your face.

You swallow “No not really.” You take another bite of your food, praying they don’t press the issue any further.

The family shares a look, silent but you noticed.

you pretend you didn’t.

Dick tried to steer the conversation in a different direction. But everyone seemed to be too lost in their thoughts to put in much effort.

The air remains heavy, the tension is palpable, and you feel everyone’s eyes on you.

It was the longest family dinner ever.

As the week drags on your family grows more intense.

It’s different this time.

They watch you closer, you never get any alone time. Even after spending more time with them than usual, they still expect something from you.

But what?

You don’t have time to think about that, todays the 14th, your first real valentine’s date. And you have everything planned.

At lunch you subtly drop a hint to Tim that you have this big chemistry project due tomorrow. Then after Lunch you’ll text Bruce and Alfred that you'll be home late, ‘working on it’. Bruce might check in with Tim, but Tim will confirm your story.

It’s practically fool proof.

Excitment courses through you all day. You have chemistry next, so you’ll be able to see Parker. You were just so excited— you deserved this.

At lunch Tim did not seem amused, in fact he looked quite pissed.

When you told him about your ‘Chemistry project’ he just forced a simile and nodded, he didn’t say anything for the rest of the period.

You didn’t pay him much mind though, you were to focused on your date.

As you walked through the halls to your chem class you kept glancing at your phone, waiting for Bruce’s response.

<y/n>

I have this super big chemistry project due tomorrow. My partner and I are gonna work on it together after school.

They’ll give me a ride back, don't worry.

<Bruce>

Ok, Tim will wait for you.

Shit.

what were you gonna do now? Tim was already onto you, there’s no way you’ll be able to go out now.

You’re so lost in thought that you don’t even notice Parker sitting down.

“Hey y/n you okay?”

You frown ”I don't think we’ll be able to go out today, my family is on my ass right now”

Why can’t you just have one nice thing, for once?

”oh” Parker pauses, they fiddle with their bag. Parker’s clearly upset about the situation as well. Then suddenly their face lights up.

Parker grins ”What if we go right now?” they exclaim. Quickly packing up their things.

You blink “What do you mean?”

“There’s only 10 minutes until class starts. We can leave right now and the teacher will never know” Excitement exudes from their voice.

Your heart pounds in your chest.

you’ve never even thought of skipping class before. You family would kill you.

But then again they’re the ones that never let you do anything. They control everything

So who cares what they do, you want to have fun.

A grin tugs on your lips. You scramble to pack up your stuff “sure lets do you”.

Parker gives that same childish smile from when they asked you out.

Despite the small voice telling you this is a bad idea, you felt excited, giddy.

you felt free.

You race to Parker’s car. A mix of adrenaline and excitement made you run faster than you ever have before.

Behind you, Parker struggled to up ”Jesus, Y/n— I’ve never seen you run so fast before” they gasped, hands on their knees trying to catch their breath.

You chuckle “sorry I got excited”

Parker shakes his head, same childish smile on their face as they unlock the car, before sitting on the driver’s side.

Before you get in you look back at the school. A shiver runs down your spine and a little voice whispers at you to turn back.

For a moment you pause. If you turn back now you wont be in any trouble.

You shake it off and hop into the seat.

+++

A cozy cafe would be the best choice. It’s close to the school you’ve been there a couple of times, and the food is really good.

As they pull into the parking lot you’re nervous. This is your first date, what is supposed to happen? What’s even the proper etiquette?

You shake your head and brush those thoughts away.

As you and Parker walk inside, you relax. The cafe is warm, with subtle pinks and blues on the wall. It smells like coffee and pastries. Parker picks a table near the back, and you settle down across from them.

Conversation between you two just seems to flow. You never realized how funny they are until today.

Any doubt you had washes away.

Once you’re finished giving the waitress your order, you take a sip of water enjoying Parker’s company. Then the bell to the door jingles.

You briefly glance up— just to see who’s there.

Bruce. Jason. Dick. Tim. Cass. Damian.

They stand in the doorway, eyes locked in on you. Their faces are unreadable.

your stomach drops.

You’re stuck. frozen like a deer in headlights, under the weight of their stare.

How did they know?

They make their way over to your table.

Bruce stops in front of you, towering over the table. “I’m disappointed y/n” his voice is monotone, but you can see the crinkle in his brows.

you just stare back at him. Too stunned to speak.

you try say something, anything. But the words die in your throat.

Dick grabs your arm, his grip is soft but firm. ushering you out of your seat.

Dick and Damian walk you out. You don’t resist, you couldn’t even if you wanted to.

Before you walk out the door you glance back.

Parker is surrounded.

Bruce says something too low for you to hear. Your chest sinks. You can only guess what they’re saying to them.

They look petrified.

It feels like an eternity before everyone else gets into the car.

“You’re grounded” Bruce states. A faint smile, barely there tugs at his lips.

You want to disappear forever.

Being grounded meant one thing.

You’ll never be alone again.

Tears start to slide down your checks, your voice wobbles ”I’m sorry— please don't ground me”

No one speaks.

No one listens.

You glance out the window, watching your freedom slip away.

I got my first request done!!!!!! As you can tell I need a lot of practice with writing short stories/oneshots. I suck at making things fast paced but I did my best. I hope you like it 🐈‍⬛ anon, tysm I had a lot of fun writing it. I also kept Parker GN so that way the reader can truly be any self insert. I’m working on CH. 03 of wicked Game rn so that’ll be what I post next. But if you have any ideas send a request I need more practice.

Also 215 followers! Thank you!!!

[devotedlyteenagemusic]

Eating Pussy Cures Depression C.S.

warning: usage of ma, suggestive content, no full smut/fade to black

wc: 581

You and Chris had been apart for about 2 weeks as you both went to visit family, which of course with Chris, was a problem. He needed to be with you all the time, touching you 24/7. So, needless to say, you weren't shocked when you started getting more and more whiny, desperate texts from him telling you he missed you.

While you were back home, you had gone out with your best friend and done some shopping. She loved shirts with weird phrases on them and had been trying to get you to wear them too. In her own collection she had ‘Sorry for having great tits and correct opinions,’ ‘I ♡ HOT DADS,’ and ‘MILFS not Drugs.’ You finally caved when you saw the baby tee that said ‘Certified Yapper.’ You also agreed to get one that said ‘All Tits, No Brains.’

While looking around at them, you found a perfect one to get Chris ‘Eating Pussy Cures Depression.’ What a perfect shirt for your clingy boyfriend.

“Chris, c'mon it was only 2 weeks away from each other,” you giggle as you try to push him off of you so you can breathe again after he tackles you when you walk in the door, dragging you to his bedroom. 

“So long,” he whines. “Should never have to be away from you that long. Should be against the Geneva Convention or somethin'.” 

“Okay drama queen.” You roll your eyes as he finally sits up. “I got you something” 

His eyes light up. “You what? Ma, you didn't have to get me anything.” 

“I know, but we have kinda matching shirts now, see?” You pull your 2 baby tees out of the bag and show him. He lets out a loud laugh as he reads them. 

“Aw, ma, y'got a brain.” He pauses. “Sometimes…” 

“Heyyyyyy,” you slap at his chest with the back of your hand. 

“But you are all tits, it's one of my favorite things about you,” he teases and starts to cover your face in small kisses. 

“Okay, okay, wait, I wanna show you yours!!” You say as he nearly smothers you with affection. You pull the shirt out of the bag and hand it to him folded with the words inside instead of out so it wouldn't ruin the surprise. “Y'know how you were constantly saying you were sad the whole time you were visiting family?” 

“Yeah, but what does that have to do with a-” He starts to ask, but stops as he turns it around and reads it. ‘Eating Pussy Cures Depression’. “Ohmygod, I love it!” 

“Yeah?” you ask with a chuckle.

“Mhmm, and it's a true statement,” he says confidently as he pulls you closer.

“Okay, I don't know about that, C.” You laugh in his arms.

"Nah, ma, 'm serious, it does, lemme show you,” His voice changes, more gruff, desperate as he moves in front of you. “Can I?” He asks as he tugs on the waistband of your jean shorts. 

You nod, not expecting him to act on this. It was a joke, but damn if you weren't happy about this being the outcome. You lift your hips so he can pull your shorts down. He tosses them away and leans up a bit, kissing you feverishly. “Been wanting to do this since I left.” 

He lays down on the couch, “C'mere, want you to sit on my face. Wan’ show you just how happy I am underneath you, ma.”

You were in for a long night.

A/N: first ever fic, but, Malcolm Todd (thank you Malcolm Todd) posted the picture of him in this shirt and I HAD to write this so, enjoy

dividers by @bernardsbendystraws

[girlkisser13]

love tropes with the bat family

characters: bruce wayne, richard "dick" grayson, barbara gordon, jason todd, timothy "tim" drake, stephanie brown, cassandra cain, duke thomas, and damian wayne

bruce wayne

arranged marriage

• the marriage was arranged by his parents and your parents to merge the two most powerful families in gotham, providing both financial stability and social influence. bruce only went along with it because he wanted to honor his parents’ last wishes.

• initially, there's a distance between the two of you. he’s so consumed by his quest for justice and his role as batman, that he doesn’t really have the time to truly get to know you. meanwhile, you’re just trying to understand your role in his life.

• publicly, the two of maintain the appearance of the perfect, high-society couple, attending galas and charity events. behind closed doors, the two of you sleep in separate beds and barely talk to one another.

• alfred becomes a mentor and confidant to the both of you, helping your navigate your new life together and offering uncle iroh level advice.

• it isn’t until you get hurt, that he begins to realize the depth of his feelings for you.

• DEFINITELY says the, "who did this to you?" line.

• this marriage brings a new dynamic to his life. you have your own skills and resources and you become an integral part of his crime-fighting efforts.

• your presence in his life helps him heal emotionally, offering him a sense of family and home. this support strengthens him, making him a more balanced and effective hero.

• you both work towards a shared vision for gotham, combining your immense resources and influence to create lasting change, honoring the legacies of both your families. <33

richard "dick" grayson

you fell first, he fell harder

• charming and attractive, it’s hard to not fall in love with dick grayson. he’ll flirt and send compliments someone’s way, effectively tampering with their feelings. it’s no surprise when you find yourself having romantic feelings for him.

• despite your best efforts to keep your feelings hidden, dick starts noticing the little things—how you laugh at his jokes a bit too eagerly, how your eyes linger on him a bit longer, and how you're always there to lend a hand.

• as you spend more time together, you can't help but be more obvious about your feelings. you find excuses to be near him, offer to help with his missions, and bring him coffee during late-night patrols.

• one day, during a particularly dangerous mission, you do something reckless to save him. that’s the final push he needs to confront and confess his feelings for you.

• ANGRY LOVE CONFESSIONS>>>

• he never noticed you. but now that he had, he couldn't un-notice you.

• once you find your way into his heart, it’s hard for him to let you go. more and more, he starts finding himself constantly wishing for your presence.

• he constantly tells you how much you mean to him and how he can't imagine his life without you.

• this man met you, fell in love with you, and has been falling ever since. <33

barbara gordon

the korrasami trope (i didn’t know what else to call it)

• both of you had feelings for dick, but he ultimately chose you. after he made his decision, she began to act extremely cold towards you.

• despite this, you constantly went out of your way to ensure that she didn’t feel left out. you included her in activities and made an effort to show her that your relationship with dick didn’t have to affect your friendship with her.

• she becomes jealous when she sees you and dick together and for the longest time, she thought she was jealous of you because you were him. she soon realizes that she was actually jealous of HIM because he was with you.

• during the times when dick was busy with his duties as nightwing, the two of you would often find yourselves alone together. these moments of forced proximity brought you closer, and that’s when she started to develop feelings for you.

• you start to notice subtle changes in her behavior around you. she becomes more attentive, goes out of her way to spend time with you, and shows a genuine interest in your well-being.

• she struggles with her feelings for you, torn between her loyalty to dick because of their friendship and her growing love for you.

• girlie is down HORRENDOUSLY for you. <33

jason todd

enemies to lovers

• you hate jason, he hates you. just the thought of him irritates your whole being, shakes your bones in anger, his name leaves a bitter taste in your mouth.

•this man will NEVER stop bothering you, he likes to see you stressed out and angry, but he lowkey thinks it’s cute that’s why he likes to piss you off.

• you intrigue him, when he started to bother you he was legit hating on you but as time flew by, he somehow liked your attention on him.

• being an annoying piece of shit= your attention.

• despite your differences and the fact that you and jason mixed like oil and water, on in the field, you guys grudgingly tolerated each other, working together to take out your enemies.

• the tension between the two of you is so thick that during mission briefs, bruce has to seat you guys across the room from each other, unless he wants to hear mumbled insults back and forth and glaring between you guys.

• the rest of the bat family teases the two of you relentlessly because they’re convinced that you guys are the perfect match for one another (they’re absolutely right).

• when he finally realizes that he has feelings for you, he tries to convince himself that he doesn’t in fact like you romantically but that he was just admiring your skills in the field.

• he actually finds himself looking out for you on missions, even though he won’t be upfront about it.

• he becomes somewhat awkward to be around, and the rest of the bat family immediately capitalize off this to bully him with it. but regardless, he finds himself drifting towards you a bit more, and picking up on some of your habits. as much as he hates to admit it, he wants to know more about you. <33

timothy "tim" drake

friends to lovers

• tim heavily values trust and loyalty. as friends, you’ve always been someone he can rely on, whether it's sharing secrets or working through problems together.

• despite being one of his best friends, he isn't overly expressive with his emotions. he shows his affection through small, thoughtful gestures – bringing you coffee, remembering your favorite snacks, or staying up late to help you with something.

• he gradually comes to the realization that he has feelings for you. once it hits him, he begins to avoid you, trying to process everything.

• however, he starts to get like physically sick because he misses you so much. plus, you called him to ask if they'd done anything wrong and the pain in your voice was too much for him to bear.

• it was impossible to ignore the change in his behaviour. for one, he couldn't speak to you in person without his face turning blindingly red. plus, not only does he struggle to look you in the eye, but he is also CONSTANTLY stuttering around you.

• when you decide to confront him about it, he kind of just blurts out that he’s in love to you. much to his genuine surprise (but literally no one else's), you told him that they loved him too.

• sometimes, he feels like an idiot for not saying or doing something about it sooner. you frequently tease him for not having picked up on his own feelings sooner— but for once, he graciously accepts it. <33

stephanie brown

fake dating

• after your ex breaks up with you, steph devises a plan to get back at them and make them jealous.

• the two of you were already best friends so it couldn’t be that hard. right? RIGHT?

• you’re both aware that damian doesn’t buy your little arrangement one bit. he just doesn’t believe that the two of you are dating because you’re such good friends. (and they were roommates!!!)

• steph has this raging pride when it comes to damian, so she’s made it her personal mission to convince him that you and her are actually dating.

• it takes a while for you two to get into the hang of it, but once you do, it’s like a regular routine.

• steph would definitely fall for you first. she’d hide her feelings behind your little charade, until the fake dating stuff starts extending into the time you two share together when no one else is watching.

• she still gravitates towards you on the couch when everyone has left after dinner at your place, pressing kisses to your cheek when she leaves even though everyone else is already gone. there’s no need to continue acting like this but she does.

• the fake dating thing really starts hurting her because she thinks that you don’t really like her like that (you do) but its nice to pretend that you do in those moments, that it’s all real even though it's not.

• the people who know of your secret knows that steph has fallen for you (except for steph herself, and you because you refuse to believe it).

• like, come on, she’s your BEST FRIEND (side eye). the two of you are idiots in love.

• the moment she realizes she’s in love with you is on another one of those dates that you both know you don’t have to go on but still choose to have anyway (your ex is already clearly jealous).

• she’s been getting this small tugging feeling with you a lot over these past few months.

• now she finally realizes it’s because she’s in love with you. <33

cassandra cain

childhood best friends to lovers

• growing up, you became adept at reading her body language and expressions, creating a deep, intuitive understanding between the two of you.

• as kids, you both trained together, pushing each other to become stronger and better. these sessions were filled with friendly competition, laughter, and mutual support.

• you two had a secret hideout where you would escape to whenever the world felt overwhelming. it was a place filled with memories, laughter, and dreams for the future.

• whenever she had nightmares or struggled with her past, you were always there to comfort her. your presence became a source of peace and security for her.

• you both shared a love for a watching old martial arts films and cooking together. these activities brought you even closer over the years.

• once she was settled into her new life with the bat family, she reconnected with you over lunch and there was a moment where it all clicked. her heart nearly gave out the moment she saw you walk through the cafe door and smiled at her.

• she was in love with you. she had been for a while now. but back then, she had taken your presence for granted. it was something she just expected to be there. but now? now it was different. now it made sense.

• it was a very natural progression from a friendship to a relationship. she felt safe with you, and she never had to worry about being misunderstood. after everything that she’s been through, you were the person who stood by her through all of it. <33

duke thomas

brother’s best friend

• one thing about you and duke is that you can both take a secret to your grave.

• no one ever finds about him sneaking out of your brother’s room during their weekend sleepovers, to cuddle up to you on your bed.

• no one finds out about the secret dates you go on in the next town over, so that you don’t get caught.

• no one finds out about the secret phones you both use to contact each other.

• if you have to be in the same room together, he’s not even making any eye contact with you. it’s better to ignore each other in public.

• it would be WAY too obvious that the two of you are dating.

• when you guys are seven months into the relationship, cuddling on his bed, he asks "how long do you want to keep us a secret?"

• to which you reply, "not any longer than you want to."

• so yeah, you can both keep a secret– until you decide you want to share it to the world.

• your brother is disgusted, but happy for you. emphasis on disgusted tho. <33

damian wayne

academic rivals to lovers (except he’s been in love with you this whole time)

• damian has always admired you from afar. everything from your biting wit to your competitive spirit always made his heart flutter. falling in love with you was almost inevitable.

• sarcastic, creative remarks as comebacks to one another’s argument, teasing and joking words that lead to banters and bickering.

you: "are you reading?"

damian: "it’s amazing how you have eyes but never see the use of them."

• you don’t know if it’s due to your clashing beliefs and ideas that you two just can’t get along. or is it because he just refuses to do so? eitherway, he still irks you off in multiple ways. even when it’s just the sound of his breathing.

• the two of you compete against each other in terms of being the best among you, as such your relationship is treated as something simply born and made by a competition, an unnatural way to form a connection with another but that’s just how it is.

• the fact that you two work really well when it comes to projects and research is something that can’t be denied. even when there are countless arguments being shared because of differences in opinion, you two still end up getting the work done flawlessly.

• despite everything, there was never a time that you two have touched on a sensitive subject while arguing or have you two have said anything personal and mean that it crossed the line. it’s just some useless and close-to-nothing banters that always occur— becoming a part of your daily routine.

• and of course, the two of you don’t lose your sense of academic "rivalry" when you two start dating. <33

[purple-obsidian]

Heyyyyy pookieeee-i saw your Jason todd fic and wanted to ask,what do you think he will be like teaching his gf how to drive?

(Because nobody in my freaking life taught me how to drive yet so I have to sit like a duck and wait for someone to pick me up when I wanna go somewhere pleaseeee let me drivee-)

be brave (jason todd x fem reader) wc 800

⭓ fluff isn't my normal cup of tea. but for you, pookie, i can make an exception ;) sorry this took a while to answer, hope you don't mind i made this specific to driving a motorcycle. that's just what felt right when i was meditating on this prompt so i went with it. enjoy.

"Jason, are you sure this is a good idea?"

"You second guessing me, princess?"

"Yeah, maybe I am. I could kill us!"

Jason scoffs and shakes his head in disbelief. "You think I would let that happen? Ever?" With cocky grin, Jason walks over and stares down at you, noting the apprehension on your face. "Remember the day we met? You told me you had a bucket list. Things you wanted to do before you died."

"Yeah, I only told you that because I thought I was going to die. You rescued me. I got plenty of time now, I don't have to learn how to drive tonight. Its already dark." You reach your hand up reflexively to rest against his chest as he gets closer. Its a habit of yours. You always find yourself drawn to the steady beating of his heart. Its grounding, and you need some of that right now.

"The road is well lit. We're miles from the outskirts of Gotham, no traffic out here. Just you and me, baby. Why not now?" His large hand rests over yours, pressing it more firmly against his chest. His heart is beating slow and steady, and his piercing green eyes are filled with admiration. "You and I both know that every day we have together is precious. Why wait to do the things you wanna do? Besides, I'd feel better knowing my girl can drive my bike if she needs to."

Jason knows you too well, calling you his girl like that makes you feel weak in the knees. Your own heart beats faster as you break your gaze away from your boyfriend smiling down at you, looking over at the motorcycle he brought you here on. For some reason, it looks more intimidating than it did a few minutes ago. You swallow the lump in your throat before looking back at him. "I'm nervous."

"I know." He states matter-of-factly. Of course he knows, he can read you like a book.

"I've literally never driven anything before. Like ever. I haven't even-"

"Shhh." Jason's hand leaves yours and cups your face gently. His other hand is on your waist, keeping you close. "You don't have to be good at it right away. I don't expect you to be. But you're smart. And you're perceptive. And I know after a little practice, you'll get more confident. I won't let us crash, baby, promise."

Jason really does know you too well. He can see the rebuttal forming on your lips before he finishes speaking. So he leans down to kiss it away before you can verbally express your doubts. The tinge of frustration you feel at being cut off isn't enough to keep you mind from turning to mush from the kiss. His lips are so warm, his breath tastes like spearmint, and his touch gives you butterflies.

But the kiss ends all too quickly. You know he cut it short it on purpose, not wanting your brain to turn off completely before you try and drive for the first time. "Sorry, babygirl, can't give you too much. How could you drive if you're all drunk from my kisses? Hm?"

He runs his fingers through your hair, taking in how cute you look when you're speechless. A moment later, Jason releases his hold on you and turns towards his bike, walking to it with a bit of pep in his step and smugness in his grin, leaving you stammering for a second as you try and string together a coherent thought.

"F-fuck you, Jason." You say after a moment. He always knows how to shut me up.

"I love you too." He grabs his helmet and puts it on before tossing you yours. It's an easy catch, but you're still giving him a dirty look.

"Why did we have to do driving first?" You grumble, accepting your defeat. "Pretty sure seeing the pyramids was also on my bucket list. Along with an abundance of other fun things, like riding in a helicopter, or swimming with dolphins. Or what about joining the mile high club? I'd think that one would be your first priority."

Jason is beaming, watching you put your helmet on and get ready to ride. Even as you scowl at him and mutter complaints, his heart melts at how easily you folded. All it took was a kiss. He always gets his way. He knows you can't say no to him. Jason Todd has you wrapped around his finger, and the vigilante couldn't be any happier about it. He looks you up and down to admire your body before replying, "Stick with me, princess, and I'll make all your dreams come true." He promises. "One at a time. I'll show you the pyramids. I'll fuck you in a plane. But first…"

He grabs you by your waist with both hands and effortlessly lifts you up off the ground to set you down on the seat of his bike. You yelp in surprise, quickly grabbing his hands to steady yourself. "First, you gotta be brave and learn how to ride your boyfriend's bike."

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[love-quinn]

— COMING OF AGE

summary — dave’s had a crush on you since he could remember, but he’d driven you away with his superhero duties. you’re the TA of his class and he’s determined to get it right this time

pairing — college!dave lizewski x reader

track two — “coming of age” by maisie peters

warnings — none i think

word count — 1.7k

note — atj i am free whenever you wanna hang out i have a great home we can place your wife in don't worry about it she'll be fine. kick ass is lowkey one of my guilty pleasure movies, one of my friends watched it a few months ago and told me she'd never watch it again as long as she lived but she just didn't get it like i do </3 this hasn't been edited because i wrote all of it while waiting for my shift to start and i'm not about that life, but i hope u enjoy <33333

When you spend years acting as a quasi-superhero, moving away feels weird. Dave had never had so much time in years. He was pretty sure that wasn’t how most people felt upon starting college, but he was relieved that the worst thing he had to deal with was midterms.

Dave liked being Kick-Ass, sure. It had been his decision to become a superhero after all. But it was kind of nice being able to just be normal for a bit. He had Todd keeping tabs on things back home, he was doing alright in his classes, and he’d even made some friends. So far college was looking like more of a social success than high school had been.

That was how he ended up in a stranger’s living room on a Thursday night, music blaring from the speakers and a drink of something in his hand. He’d been chatting to a girl from one of his classes when Dave realised that he’d never learned how to flirt. Katie had been attracted to him once she found out he was Kick-Ass, and his only other romantic experience had… left a lot to be desired.

It hadn’t been your fault. You had been effortlessly lovely from the second Dave had laid eyes on you, but it’s hard to find time to woo a girl when you’re constantly getting the shit beaten out of you for no meaningful reason. You were a year older than him, and he’d known that getting a senior girl to even look at him was an accomplishment.

Todd and Marty had assured him that he was annoying you, but you’d thought he was kind of sweet. A guy who was utterly obsessed with you but in an endearing way rather than a creepy way (he was a little creepy, you had to admit) was good for your confidence, and you couldn’t lie and say he wasn’t cute.

Then he’d blown you off two separate times after you’d finally agreed to go on a date with him and from that day on Dave was dead to you.

Which is why he didn’t hesitate to abandon the girl he’d been attempting to chat up the moment he caught a glimpse of you pushing through a group of people to get to the kitchen. He didn’t even process her calling him a dickhead, he was too locked in on your profile.

You were pouring yourself a cup of something from a bottle on the counter, listening absent-mindedly to the girl beside you babble about something her boyfriend had done when you finally noticed his presence.

He’d expected some more of a reaction than a deep sigh and a halfhearted wave, but you weren’t yelling at him so he took that as a win.

“How are you?”

You took a gulp of whatever you’d poured yourself and immediately set about refilling your cup. “Fine.” You tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. “I didn’t know you went here.”

He frowned at the side of your face. “Here like… parties?”

You’d downed your second cup and were half-way through pouring a third when he realised that the bottle in your hand was lemonade, his concern melting. “Here like on campus,” you said. “You’re a freshman?”

He nodded. “Yeah,” you were different than the last time he’d seen you. Your hair was different, you’d changed the way you dressed, and the last time you’d spoken to him you’d smiled sweetly at him like the sun shone out of his mouth. “You’re a sophomore?”

You nodded, already looking past him for someone else to talk to. “I should go, my friends are probably looking for me.” You put the cup down but kept your hand wrapped around the neck of the bottle. “It was nice seeing you, Dave.”

Dave figured that was it. Fate had delivered you right into his lap and the first thing you’d done was claw him in the eyes to get away. Dave had often known that he didn’t understand you a lot of the time, but this time it was clear. He’d thought about you pretty often since the last time he saw you, but he just had to accept the fact that you wanted nothing to do with him.

He deliberately avoided places that he saw you around campus, not wanting you to think he wasn’t backing off. Now that he’d seen you around for the first time, you were everywhere. He wasn’t sure how many times he’d frequented the campus coffee shop without realising that you worked there, but now he couldn’t ignore it. Apparently you had a lot of lectures in the same building, which meant you probably overlapped professors once or twice. He’d gone to see one of them about their office hours and seen you sitting across from her through the window.

He felt like he’d done pretty well until he came back from Christmas break and walked into his first class of the second semester. His professor was one he’d had during the fall semester, but you were off to the side at a smaller desk. He’d found his assigned seat (second row, perfect view of you, not that it mattered), and settled in for the 90 minute lecture. His professor introduced himself and then gestured to you, introducing you as his TA. You’d smiled at the room, giving a small wave. You did not look at him.

You looked tired but pretty in a comfortable sweater and a soft smile, and Dave realised that much to his dismay he would not be able to pay attention to a single word his professor was saying.

He didn’t plan to utilise your willingness to help, his professor’s office hours were sufficient without him needing to use yours. As much as he didn’t want to, he had every intention of leaving you alone.

This worked out well enough until he missed a class and his professor had given his copy of the last week’s quiz to you to hold onto until Dave came back. His professor seemingly noticed the hesitation on his face after he’d been instructed to stop by the classroom during your “office hours” to collect it from you, because he clapped Dave on the shoulder. “She’s not as scary as she looks,” he’d said comfortingly. Dave didn’t believe him.

But he needed the quiz to study for their next test, so he put on his big boy pants and went down into the empty classroom. You were sitting cross-legged on top of your desk, a paper balanced on one of your knees and a highlighter in your hand, probably marking one of his classmates’s revised papers for a better grade - a concept Dave appreciated but had never utilised for fear of bothering you. He’d wanted it to be clean and easy, he’d grab his quiz, you could go back to pretending like he never existed.

When he approached your desk, you glanced up at him and Dave almost folded in two when you smiled at him. “Here for your quiz?”

There was a folder on the desk that you rifled through before pulling out his stapled quiz. With a pang in his chest he realised you’d been the one to mark it. Seeing your handwriting near his name made him breathless in a way that saddened him slightly.

“This is your second job, right?” He didn’t know why he’d opened his big mouth instead of just taking the quiz from you. You nodded, looking back at the paper you were marking. He’d thought a lot about what he’d say to you if given the opportunity to actually speak to him. Something along the lines of an apology, a confession of sorts, something that would make you stop disliking him so much. That was not what he’d imagined. “Makes sense.”

You looked at him blankly. “Thanks?”

Dave took that as an opening. “I mean if anyone was an overachiever it was you,” he tried to keep his tone light. “You’re amazing, I mean. I couldn’t do everything you do. I mean,” he looked down at his shirt, an old Atari shirt that had aioli on the hem.

“You are a mess,” you inferred, voice not unkind. “You’re more put together than you were in high school. Better at expressing yourself, at least.” His face must have betrayed his surprise, because you amended yourself. “I read all your papers, Dave.”

He brought a hand up to scratch the back of his neck. “I’ve been working on it since we knew each other,” he admitted. “On that and not being such an asshole who bails on the girl he’d had a crush on for three years.”

You snickered, low and soft, looking down at your lap. You looked tired again and he felt an ache when he remembered how full of life you used to be. “I’m sure that’ll come in handy.”

“I’m sorry.” He had to push the words out, knowing he was running out of time to actually apologise to you. “I made you feel like you weren’t important to me, which isn’t true.”

Dave had never told you, but he’d blown off the first date because he’d been getting patched up by Mindy after getting the shit kicked out of him by a group of guys he’d caught trying to rob a gas station. The second time he’d walked the same route and had chanced across the same guys who beat him up again for having the audacity to exist on the same street as them. He’d held his own fairly well but there had been six of them, and even his superhero skills and damaged nerves couldn’t keep him standing after the second altercation. He didn’t want to drag you into his shit, though, which was a good idea considering a month later he got dragged into the mob. Fortunately for you and unfortunately for him, you were done with him by that point and then before he knew it you’d graduated and left for college.

You looked at him softly, nodding slowly. “I appreciate that.” He figured that would be where the conversation ended, and turned to leave. “What other classes are you taking?”

It wasn’t a lot, but he figured it was better than nothing.

[babeitaintme]

hii, as a non book person, like, i tried. REALY TRIED. but i just couldn't! what about jason with a reader who realy wants to be into reading to talk with him about it but just can't focus on the books, maybe he read for her or something

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thank you for sending a request sweetie! as someone who loves books, this was a fun thing to write so I hope you like it <3

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YOU KNEW what you were getting yourself into the very first time you stepped foot into jason’s small apartment. as he sheepishly lead you in and made a point to tell you to ignore the mess he had left in the living room, you could only focus on the copious amount of books that filled the space. he had a bookshelf filled with thick hardbacks, a pile of crisp paperbacks on the floor beside the coffee table, one opened on its face lying precariously on the arm his sofa, and a small stack of pocket sized novels sitting on the windowsill.

“who would’ve knew that big, scary jason todd was a bookworm?” you say teasingly, getting a closer look at some of the books beside his coffee table. he scoffed, “what, are you judging me now?” you take note of the names jane austen and james patterson before flopping down on his couch. “of course not. it’s honestly endearing. i love reading.” you respond, trying to keep your tone as cool as possible.

he raises a skeptical eyebrow at you before joining you on the couch. his arms slung behind you on the back of the couch and his body is fully turned to face yours. you take in his squinted eyes and furrowed brows, he’s about to interrogate you. “you mean to tell me that you,” he points his finger at you, “find it endearing that i like to read? oh please, you were literally just complaining to me yesterday about how your new professor is your least favorite because you can’t stand having to do textbook homework and text analysis.” his voice is playfully accusatory, the faux tone making his teasing all the more stressful for you. you shoot back immediately, “that is not completely true! i’ll have you know that i do love to read. just not archaic texts from my looney professor. in fact, i just finished a book and am looking for new recommendations.”

your lie comes out smoother than you anticipated and you’re confident you’ve fooled jason. he leans back a little bit and gives you a shrug before standing up to go to his windowsil. “touché. if you really want a recommendation i think you’d like little women,” he looks back and gently tosses the book into your lap, “hopefully it isn’t too archaic for you.” he says with a teasing smirk.

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it had been approximately two weeks since you had the book conversation with jason. little women had been haunting you for the entirety of those 14 days. the first day of the book being in your possession, you went home determined to get through at least five chapters. you cozied up with a blanket, made a warm drink, lit some candles, etc. anything you could do to make the experience doable…you sure as hell did. however, you swear louisa may alcott was haunting you from the grave because you physically could not get past the first two chapters. and it wasn’t to say that the book was bad or that you weren’t intrigued—you did your research, little women was an incredibly influential piece of work. you just couldn’t get yourself to sit and read. so, when jason began asking you questions about it that you definitely couldn’t answer, you decided to do the smartest thing you could think of. you watched the movie.

and surprisingly, it worked. he seemed satisfied with your answers and you were glad to finally be free from the looming problem of classic literature.

that was until he came by your apartment one day for dinner.

you were seated at your small dining table engaging in you guys’ typical banter when suddenly, something caught jason’s eye. it was his copy of little women sitting on your kitchen counter. “oh shit, i forgot i gave you that book. did you like it? I can recommend you some more classics if you like.” he said, nodding towards the book that may as well be the bane of your existence. your blood ran cold and you looked as though you’d seen a ghost. jason notices but decides not to question as you respond while going to grab the book, “yeah i really liked it. i think i might be too swamped with my professor’s reading to start a new one, though.”

jason is immediately skeptical now and his suspicions are confirmed when you hand him the book. he opens it and spots your pink bookmark..smack dab in between pages 5 & 6. “babe..” he says cautiously. “you didn’t read it, did you?” he asks, his voice gentle. you decide to drop the facade now, rambling anxiously, “fine, i didn’t. but you have to understand that I really did try—like a real serious attempt. I’m just not a book person, jay. i just wanted to read something you’d like so we could talk about books together”—but he cuts you off with a peck on your lips.

“you didn’t have to lie about liking reading for me, sweetheart. trust me, i appreciate your dedication but i don’t love you any less because you’re not that into books.” he says, holding your hands and guiding you towards the couch in your living room. “c’mere. since you really want to try, i’ll read to you.”

you snuggle up to him on the couch and allow him to read to you, his voice soothing and his arm that’s wrapped around you filling you with warmth & adoration. maybe books weren’t so bad.

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[marchsfreakshow]

Yeah, Jealous [Dave Lizewski]

Angst / fluff

Dave can't even handle the fact you're dating him. Why'd other girls suddenly start paying attention to him?!

Lana unreleased you will always have my heart. This one has been here for ages in my mind tbh... Might not be that long (or great) but I had to.

Fyi I have no idea about Kick-Ass 2 all I know is that Dave and Katie breakup or something. Might be pulling stuff out of nowhere I apologise.

No one's perspective

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Dave had always been suprised he was even able to date Katie when it happened. She was his everything.

Which just made it even more surprising to him that you asked him out a few months after the breakup stopped hurting. He was hesitant to say yes, but you reassured him that you had liked him for a while before he got with Katie. It was, sort of helpful but overall he still couldn't believe he had another person like him romantically. Thankfully, he was a bit more confident now. Still a nerdy dork... Obviously.. but just a bit more confident.

Maybe it was you clinging to Dave's arm that was attractive to some other girls. Maybe it was the fact Dave had started to have regular workouts and his shirts were just a bit tighter underneath his jackets. Maybe it was the fact he was a bit awkward with pda, and you were all over him whenever you could be.

Either way, you noticed.

Other girls were poking Todd or Marty and talking to them. Prodding and pushing about your relationship with Dave. They were fishing for information, and you noticed. It lit a fire in you and only made your little make-out sessions in your room harsher.

You gripped Dave's arms tighter, squeezed his thighs between yours more. Left more hickies in obvious spots, to publicly stake your claim on him. Yeah, that would stop them. Definitely.

... It didn't.

It only got Dave in trouble sometimes, which made him flush a deep red and try to hide his neck throughout the day. He loved you more than he could have thought, but how much more possessive you got in the past weeks was slightly maddening. So he found a moment when you were over at his place to ask you. He was just watching you read a comic of his, arms around your front and head slightly buried into your shoulder to keep as close as humanely possible. "What's wrong?"

"Huh?"

"...You've been more clingy recently." He hummed nonchalantly like it wasn't a big deal to him, and was consuming his overworked brain. You processed his comment, then placed the comic down in your lap. Then sighed, and Dave kept his eyes on your profile. Fuck you were so beautiful...

"I guess I have. Sorry."

He chuckled gently and kissed your cheek. "No I'm not telling you to apologise." Dave smiled, rubbing your arm a bit soothingly. It sort of helped, and you leaned your head back into his shoulder. "Just, has something happened? You've been way more clingy recently, everywhere, and I'm not saying that's a bad thing. It's definitely not a bad thing I just.. I just couldn't help but wonder cause it's kind of, confusing?" He word vomited, feeling his cheeks go slightly red at the realisation of his word vomit.

You smiled. "Girls are noticing you."

"Are they?"

A little hum escaped your lips to go with the nod. "They are. And, I don't know..." Eyebrows furrowed to try to get a proper response from your, currently, comic riddled brain. "I've seen and heard girls talk to Todd and Marty. Asking about us and what they think of us. If we're compatible in their heads."

Dave sort of made a little 'o' shape with his mouth as it made sense finally in his head. He was wondering why some girls were talking more to Todd. And Marty. It was kind of confusing, especially to them and they just about managed responses to the girls. Then said girls would make a face and walk away, suddenly very disinterested.

Instead of replying, Dave just kissed your cheek, over and over which caused you to go hot in the face. A few little chuckles leaving your lips. "Dave.."

"mm?" He didn't stop planting kisses over your face, since in his head, it was his way of proving to you that he was yours. Yeah the people just now interested in him were, pretty, but they couldn't hold a candle to you in his eyes. You were everything that's right with the world. "You're perfect." He uttered, smiling against your skin. His breath was a comforting warmth on your neck.

A happy sigh left your lips, and you happily enjoyed the kisses as they came. One hand of yours reaching up into his curls. That practically melted the boy and he ended up melting his face into your neck. "I like this comic."

"Yeah... Mm, it's my favourite."

"could you buy me a copy for my birthday?"

"I'll think about it."

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Taglist: @strawb3rrystar / @american-horror-whore / @cherrys-muses /

(i have no one on my atj taglist, wanna be part of it? Pls let me know! <3)

[starfilmz]

THERE SHE GOES — DEAN F.

⤷ Just tooth-rotting fluff of you talking to Dean Forrester for the first time. ᡣ𐭩

cw: fem!reader, so much fluff and sweetness, just reader being a girl, this is s1 dean since he’s the only i’ve seen, no rory au lmao, unbeta’d so grammar and spelling mistakes are probably there, english is not my first language :,) banner || gif

“Here are the keys, darlin’.” The item jingled in between Ms. Patty’s fingers as it landed on your palms, barely catching it from falling on the piles of snow on the ground. You were never really the graceful one. It took you about a year of living in Stars Hallow to get used to Ms. Patty’s natural whimsicalness and spontaneous energy—you’re not getting any smoother by the days.

You shoved the keys down your pocket, watching as she walked down the small set of stairs. “You’re closing a bit earlier today. Something happened?”

“Tomorrow’s Bid on a Basket, honey! I gotta make my own set for the wonderful event—maybe I’ll be able to enjoy some of my fresh cakes with a fine man,” Ms. Patty winked, giggling to herself. “A lot of people are joinin', I heard. Are you not participating?”

Your mouth contorted into a mixture of a smile and a frown—if that was even possible—as you awkwardly chuckled. “Probably not this time, Ms. Patty.”

As much as you wished to join the fundraiser, most of your free time in the morning was consumed with homework and your jobs. Your mom’s decision to switch jobs last month caused a bit of a financial strain in the family, resulting in you taking on more jobs as she adjusted to her new work.

“I’m working a shift at Luke’s tomorrow. I won’t have the time to make the food and hang out with the lucky bidder.” Your lips formed into a straight line as you looked at her. “Who’s always been my mom, anyway.”

“Don’t be so down, honey. I’m sure there’s a special boy who’s willing to pay for your basket.”

“That’s not—”

“I heard the new boy in your school started working in the grocery store a few weeks ago. Maybe he had some paychecks to spare.”

You snorted at her words. “Ms. Patty, c’mon.”

She had a proud expression as she finally took off, leaving you by yourself at the studio. “See you tomorrow, honey.” You waved goodbye as she left. She was truly an unpredictable woman—you would be lying if you said you didn’t wish to have at least a quarter of her confidence.

You knew of this ‘new boy’ she was talking about. Stars Hallow High School was not big enough for mystery; everyone knows each other if not by name, face, or by being their parents’ friend’s kid. Dean Forester joined a month into the semester, and you were surprised he wasn’t as popular as you expected him to be. But, at the same time, if it weren’t your shared classes with him, you barely saw the boy outside the building.

Lane, one of your childhood friends, was particularly fond of Dean’s friend, Todd. There were moments where you wished you could join on in your friend’s excitement, but—as Lane had commented several times—you were too busy making money to even notice the boys around you. But one single afternoon in between classes, you caught yourself staring far too intensely at Dean when he passed by the hallway when he suddenly met your eyes. You couldn’t recall what you did when it happened, just that it resulted in a startled Lane and a booming sound of your locker closing.

Have you been purposely avoiding him ever since? Yes. It’s not like the two of you talked anyway. Though it didn’t help when you began noticing him in Doose’s market more often than you liked.

You sighed, shaking your head at the one-sided chaos you’ve managed to create in the midst of the boy’s arrival. You weren’t exactly “boy crazy” as Lane’s mom would call the girls in your school, but you’re literally just a girl.

“God forbid I find a guy attractive.” You mumbled to yourself as you began to close the doors of Ms. Patty’s studio. The children had ballet today, so there were twice the amount of tutus inside; an array of pinks, blues, and whites decorated the wooden floors.

As you cleaned up the rest of the clutter, closing boxes and stacking them in the same way you saw them last night, you noticed one particular box was by the door, the heaviest one.

Inside were miscellaneous items (you’re sure some of them were lost as well) and you’ve experienced several aging moments after carrying them all the way to where they should be in the studio—the opposite side of the room.

You stifled a sigh, rolling up the sleeves of your sweater as you crouched down. Whatever was inside the box, new or not, doubled the weight you carried yesterday, and you prayed this wouldn’t be the reason you’ll hurt your back.

Just as you were about to put your hands on the bottom of the box, you heard footsteps on the wooden stairs; one of the hinges on the doors creaked. You had no time to look up and see who it was before you heard the unfamiliar voice.

“Need any help?” Without warning, a face you’ve been dreading to see came into view. His hair fell on both sides of his head as he lowered himself in front of you and the large box.

Dean grinned, his pearly whites showing themselves, and God, why did he have such eye-catching dimples?

You were sure something in your head was short-circuited because of how much you stumbled on your reply. “I- yes, I guess, if you want to- it’s totally up to you, if you want… to help.”

He chuckled at your response, and you can’t really blame him for that, but you decided to ignore the gnawing embarrassment you felt as you laughed along with him. It was the first you’ve ever heard his laugh—his voice in general, actually—and somehow, with your logic, you thought it fitted him perfectly.

You saw his arm move around behind the box in between the two of you, as if looking for something underneath. Dean still had a smile on his face as he readjusted himself on the floor, mimicking your crouched position. It took you by surprise to feel his hand on yours, and you had to fight back the urge to flinch.

“Here, take both of your hands under these corners, and I’ll take the opposite,” Dean instructed, moving your hands into position. You brushed off the thought of how his hands consumed yours. “then we’ll stand up on three.”

You nodded, feeling the weight of the box shift as he adjusted his grip. “One… two… three.” The two of you rose together, the box hovering between you, expectedly heavy but manageable as you moved in sync.

The two of you placed the box on the ground with a huff. You had to stretch your back as you stood up. Dean was doing the same thing, though his expression seemingly filled with amusement. He doesn’t say anything and you raised an eyebrow at this.

“What?” You said, pulling down your sleeves.

Dean shook his head. “It’s nothing. I, um, wasn’t expecting to see you here. Do you work for Ms. Patty?”

You caught the way he changed the subject, but decided to leave it alone for now. “Aren’t we all?”

This caused a chuckle from him as he scratched the back of his neck. “That’s true. I still haven’t thanked her for getting me a job at Doose’s.”

Dean followed you around the studio as you continued to pick up props and tutus off of the floor. He would grab what looked out of place and parroted where you’d place them. You didn’t protest at his presence—as much as you wanted to for the sake of your own mental health—and allowed him to help along. Besides, you didn’t have the heart to kick him out, and while your brain protested, your heart wasn’t exactly against Dean.

“The best thank you you could give her is probably keeping the job she gave you,” you joked and followed up with, “and bid on her basket.”

As you chucked the last baton inside with the others, you turned around and almost bumped into Dean with how close he was.

“Wish I could, but I was told to go do a quick morning shift just in case people would do their last minute baking.” He tilted his head slightly, his voice filled with humor.

“Sounds great. Let me know if you need a morning boost; I’ll be at Luke’s serving the best coffee around.”

Dean nodded, a grin making its way to his face, and said, “I’ll make sure to visit.” There was a few seconds of silence before he picked up his eyes to look at you. “You’re not going to do a basket?”

“No, not this year. Life’s been busting my tail lately, so I don’t really have the time.” You shrugged, putting your hands behind your back as you awkwardly leaned against one of the wooden boxes.

“That’s a shame,” Dean replied, walking over to your side to rest his back on one of the boxes as well. Your shoulders touched—specifically your shoulder against the side of his upper arm—and it all dawned on you at how tall he was.

You turned your head to look at him, failing to hide your surprise when he was already looking over at you.

“A shame? How so?”

“I’d bid the highest, for sure. Just hanging out with your famous cupcakes Lane talked about.”

You’ve recalled several instances in your life when you were physically stunned at a person, but none of them could compare to what’s happening. Dean’s eyes were still on you, waiting for a reaction, a response, literally anything, and yet you just stood there like a flustered child receiving your first love letter.

It’s a lot more important to remember that you’ve never spoken to this boy before. You knew one day your worlds would collide eventually in the small town of Stars Hollow, but you’ve never realized it was happening right under your nose.

And since when Dean and Lane talked?

You and her were always attached to the hip, telling each other every single little detail about the in-between moment of the day when the two of you weren’t together. She’s never mentioned talking to Dean about you.

“You don’t need to spend money to hang out with me.” was the next best thing of a response you could think of. “I mean, you’re doing it right now.”

Dean chuckled, nodding. “Yeah, I guess I am.”

“And if you wanted to try my cookies, try visiting Luke’s,” you added, having a little bit more confidence in your tone this time. “But you have to buy them at the exact time we opened; there’s a reason why Lane calls it famous.”

A grin was on your face as soon as you heard his laugh. Your previous panic seemed to die down as a calm silence washed over you two. The doors to the studio were still wide open, letting in the cold breeze of the night brush past you and Dean.

The sweater you wore didn’t help your spine from shivering. You wore whatever you saw first in your closet when Ms. Patty called, and you weren’t exactly planning to stay for this long.

The sound of rustling made you look over at Dean. “What are you doing?”

He took his leather jacket off of him, that boyish smile on his face again, as he placed it on your shoulder. “I heard it’s going to be especially cold tonight.”

You made no effort to protest as his hands gently tucked the jacket on your shoulders, brushing some of your hair on the back of your ears. The freezing temperature inside the studio only made the heat on your cheeks twice as noticeable.

Dean patted you down, in attempt to warm you up, before retracting his hands to his side. “Better?”

You snuggled further into the leather jacket, taking in the familiar musk you’ve been smelling since the boy got here. “Yeah. Thank you, Dean.”

Maybe skipping one shift at Luke’s wouldn’t hurt.

[to-the-stars8]

A Table for Two

Jason Todd x Reader Chapters Ao3

Summary: Jason is mysterious, handsome, and the newest busser at your job. At first, it seems like things will stay strictly professional. But as time passes between you, curiosity turns into something more. As you get to know him, the more the lines blur between attraction and suspicion. Now, you're beginning to wonder, who is Jason really?

A/N: Yes, before anyone asks, this absolutely Bistro Huddy inspired. If you don't know who or what that is, please go check out Drew Talbert's page on Tik Tok or Insta. I def recommend it!

Chapter 1

You were chatting with Elena at the hostess stand when he strode through the double doors, moving with effortless confidence. She shot you a brief glance before reaching for the menus beneath the stand, ready to seat the guy. As Elena stepped out from behind the hostess stand, he stopped short. He looked around the restaurant, seemingly scoping out the place, before landing on Elena.  

“I’m not here to eat,” He said, his voice confident yet casual. “I heard you guys were hiring a busboy.”

Elena hesitated, her hazel eyes flicking to you before settling back on him. The guy, who couldn’t have been more than twenty-three, didn’t have the usual desperate look in his eyes like other applicants—there was something too self-assured and calculated in the way he stood, like he was acting. But he didn’t elaborate, just waited, hands tucked into the pockets of his worn-but-clean jeans.  

“Oh,” Elena said finally as she put the menu back under the stand. You could tell she was a bit curious about him, probably just as much as you were. She tucked a piece of her curly brown hair behind her ear and straightened her slender figure. Oh, Elena definitely liked him, too. “You’ll have to talk to the manager about that. Just a sec’, ‘kay?” 

She disappeared toward the back office to grab the manager, Nicky, leaving you alone with the guy. You played with your pen, eyes scanning over him once again. Upon closer inspection, you noticed the way he fiddled with the cuff of his sleeves and shifted his weight on his feet. A clear sign that he wasn’t as relaxed as he wanted to seem. He looked at you and offered a knowing smile. 

“Is it hard to get hired around here?” He asked, clearly half-joking. 

“Only if you’re, like, fresh outta Blackgate or Arkham,” you heard Amira tease. 

 You turned to see Amira draping herself over the hostess stand, clearly interested in the mysterious new guy. She swept her black braids out of her face, giving the guy a cheeky smile. 

He gave her a once-over with his eyes. “Luckily, I haven’t been to either of those places.”

“Then you’ll fit in just fine,” She said playfully, leaning toward him.“What’s your name?”

“Jason,” he replied. 

She nodded, finally looking at you, before introducing the two of you. You hadn’t expected to be suddenly thrust into the middle of the conversation again. Heat crept over your cheeks, and, instead of speaking, you gave a small nod. Jason seemed to notice your hesitance, and he smirked at it. 

You heard Nicky before seeing him. Nicky was a tall, burly man with curly black hair and a mustache that was accompanied by a five o’clock shadow. He talked with a booming New Jersey accent that filled up any conversation, and he was a traditional kind of man. The kind of man who had a soft spot for women. So, when Nicky saw Jason standing there all cool and confident, he sneered. Elena whispered something to him before gliding behind the hostess stand again, nudging Amira out of the way. 

Nicky turned to you and Amira, fingers drumming against a clipboard in his hand as he glanced back into the mostly empty dining room. “You girls and this damn hostess stand.”

“Will has all the tables right now,” Amira was quick to point out. 

Nicky mumbled something under his breath as he switched his gaze from Amira to Jason. He gave him a once-over, clearly not impressed. “You’re here for the busboy job?”

Jason nodded, introducing himself briefly. After a second, he finally added, “Yeah, I heard you were hiring.”

That earned him another sneer from Nicky. It was clear your boss didn’t favor that answer at all, seemingly on the verge of kicking the guy out.  Nicky puffed his chest. “Boy, have you ever worked in a restaurant?”

Jason ran his tongue over his teeth, eyes meeting yours briefly, before looking at Nicky again. “Once or twice.”

Amira, who could practically smell drama from a mile away, spoke up before Nicky could throw him out. Fluttering her lashes and pressing her breasts against the hostess stand, she pleaded, “C’mon, Nicky! Give ‘im a trial shift, see if he can cut it. You really wanna see me do a busser’s side work again?”

Nicky thinned his lips, staring down at her before letting out a long, tired sigh. He pointed the end of the clipboard toward Jason. “You come in tomorrow. Eight o’clock, sharp. Don’t be late.”

Jason smiled wickedly. “Won’t be, boss.”

Nicky snickered, turning to the three of you and barked, “You kids get back to fuckin’ work, and away from this damned hostess stand.” With that, he stalked towards the back. 

As Jason turned to leave, his gaze flicked to you, holding just a fraction longer than necessary, like he was trying to size you up now. Then he was gone, disappearing through the same double doors he’d entered through, leaving you standing straighter and your heart beating like crazy.

“Oh, my God,” Elena said, pressing her hand over her heart. “He was fine.”

Amira giggled as she nudged you with her elbow. “What’re we thinking? Trouble, mysterious, or just a jackass?”

You attempted to laugh, but it died halfway up your throat. Jason was something.

[stormyelliotwritez]

Hey could you write batfam x male reader who is Jason's secret brother? Like batfam as in Bruce, dick, Jason, Tim and Damian, and like after Jason's death and resurrection they finally figure out that Jason had an older brother? Jason hardly remebers him because 1. He died and his memories are a bit fuzzy and 2. He was very young when he last saw his brother. I feel like the male reader took care of Jason, but at some point to try and give Jason a better life he left for sile shady work that promised a good amount of money, that would help Jason stay afloat? And after the batfam find out they obviously try to find him, and Bruce obviously tries to adopt him (even if he's an adult) so he can be reunited with his brother

yes yes yesssss. I was just going to write headcanons but I ended up with too many ideas so have a mini fic! I don't have the best grasp on the whole resurrection part coz I haven't read under the red so that'll be a bit vague. I'm so sorry this took so long. I got crazy writers block but here it is. Tell me if you want more of them or like headcanons because I'm lowkey obsessed with Jason having an older brother.

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"Hey Bruce, why isn't Jason the first Todd that comes up when you look up Todd death report?" Dick asked as he walked into the Batcave and sat down on the table behind Bruce.

Bruce turned to look at him and raised an eyebrow. He had no idea what his son was talking about as he'd never looked up the reports. He knew his son had died and he hadn't wanted to know anything more. He'd failed his son, and he didn't want to be reminded of it.

"He's the only Todd I'm aware of," Bruce turned his chair around and looked at his eldest son, "Jason doesn't have any relatives."

Dick turned his laptop around and right at the top of the report, it said Y/N Todd. The cause of death just said explosion and body not found.

"Does that sound suspicious to you as well, Bruce?" Dick asked as he leaned forwards slightly.

"Go ask Tim to look more into it," Bruce turned his chair back around, "and don't tell Jason. We've only just got him to stay so there's no need to spook him."

Dick nodded and then walked out of the Batcave.

                                                        ~~~~~~~~~

A few days had passed, and Dick hadn’t brought it up to Bruce again. He had gone and asked Tim though and sworn him to secrecy. He didn’t talk to Jason much, so it wasn’t that hard anyways.

Jason was sitting in the library when Dick came in and seemed to be second guessing himself.

“You don’t read,” Jason said bluntly without looking up from his copy of Pride and Prejudice.

“I totally read,” Dick stumbled through the sentence as he walked over and sat down on an armchair opposite from Jason, “What are you reading anyways?”

Jason looked up at him, confused. What the fuck is Dick on, was all he was thinking. Dick was being nice, and he was normally nice, but this was awkward. This was like the same level of awkward he’d been for the first few days that Jason had been living at Wayne Manor. He had been so confident but also such a nervous wreck.

“Pride and Prejudice. Did you get sprayed with some drug on patrol?” Jason asked as he looked his older brother up and down.

“Nope nopity nope. I just wanted to hang out with you,” Dick said as though that explained why he was more skittish than a newborn kitten.

Jason nodded and then went back to reading. “I don’t remember him that much,” he said offhandedly as Dick went to stand up.

“How did you-” Dick said as he swung around and almost tripped over his feet.

“Tim talks a lot when he’s tired and you’re holding a coffee that he so desperately wants,” Jason replied with a shrug.

Dick’s jaw dropped. “You’re not mad that I’m snooping in your business? When you were little, I touched one of your first edition books and you cried for days.”

Jason’s head turned to look at Dick in two seconds flat. “I what?”

Dick’s eyebrow raised as he stared blankly at his little brother. “You don’t remember?”

The two of them stood silently as they processed what had been said. Jason hadn’t thought he’d lost that much. Dick hadn’t realized that either. He hadn’t realized Jason had lost anything. They didn’t talk much. Talking hurts and they’re both fragile which is seeming to be a trend in this family. (Bruce pay for therapy challenge???)

They stayed in silence for a few minutes before the door opened again and Damian walked in.

“Tim snitched. Your brother worked for some gang guy in Star City until he somehow quit. He’s back in Gotham for the next two weeks staying with,” Damian looked down at his phone and raised an eyebrow, “Selina?”

“How does Tim still keep his identity secret? Wait, so like dads on-off girlfriend, Selina?” Dick asked as he looked at their youngest brother with his eyebrows raised.

“Do we know any other Selinas, big bird?” Jason asked as his head swivelled to look in Dicks direction again.

Dick shrugged and seemed to be thinking. “So, we could just call Selina and ask about your mysterious brother?” He said observantly.

Damian sighed in frustration. “Yes, lets just call up Selina and ask her if she’s hosting Jason’s supposed to be dead brother!”

“It’s a good idea,” Dick tried to protest as he looked to Jason for backup. Jason raised his hands as if to say nope don’t involve me.

“No, it’s not. It’s really surprising that you’re not father’s actual son. You’re both stupid,” Damian replied as he scrolled on his phone until he found what he was looking for. His face lit up and he showed the screen. “There’s a gala on tomorrow. Selinas bound to go just to flirt with father, and she’ll probably take Y/N.”

“Ok, that is a better idea than mine,” Dick muttered as he crossed his arms and sulked.

“All of demon brats ideas are better than yours, Dickybird,” Jason said as he sat back down and reopened his book.

                                                  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The night of the gala couldn’t come quick enough. Bruce was sitting at the kitchen table in his suit a good hour before they had to go and at that point, he wished he’d hadn’t broken his earbuds the day before. Jason and Tim were shouting at each other in the main first floor bathroom and Damian was about to tackle Dick for making him wear a blue tie. Cass and Steph were on a video chat with Barbs because she was currently at a tech conference so couldn’t make it.

Five minutes before they had to leave, Damian ran out of some room with Dick chasing him. Jason and Tim both tried to run out of the bathroom door at the same time, so Tim slammed into the wall. Steph and Cass walked calmy into the kitchen and laughed at the boys running rampant. Duke had offered to go on patrol solely because he didn’t want to go to the gala.

They all left the mansion and clambered into multiple cars.

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The gala was bustling, and Bruce made his entrance followed by his entourage of children. The questions started up, but all Jason could think about was whether his older brother was there. Dick was standing close to him and swatting away any stuffy aristocrats who wanted to say how much he looked like the Wayne son who had died as a child.

Tim dragged his feet across the gala to where Dick and Jason were standing. He flopped onto the chair next to Jason and slammed his head down onto the table.

“No coffee?” Dick asked as he leaned against the wall and death stared another aristocrat who wanted their weekly Wayne drama fix.

“When have any of these events ever had coffee and I’m too young to drink and also Y/N is at the bar,” Tim rambled as he sat up straight and rubbed sleep out of his eyes.

“You’re like 18, I was drinking from like 15,” Jason started before his brain caught up with the whole sentence, “The bar?”

Tim nodded and fell forwards again. Dick put his hand out at a speed that could rival Wally and caught his younger brothers head. He nodded at Jason who jumped out of his chair and started briskly walking towards the bar.

At the bar, there sat a guy who looked to be in his 30s with bright red hair. A champagne glass was seated in front of him, and he was staring off into space.

Jason walked over and sat down next to him. He didn’t say anything but instead asked the bartender for a gin and tonic and glanced next to him. Y/N looked just like the fuzzy memories he had of him.

“You new around here?” Jason asked as he waited for the bartender to finish his drink.

The guy who was most likely his older brother didn’t say anything in response. He just sighed and sipped his champagne.

“Haven’t seen you at one of these before. You, uh, came with Ms Kyle?”

The guy gave him a nod in response as he rolled up his sleeves slightly. Jason looked down and saw the burn scar from when they’d been making pasta when he was little. His jaw dropped slightly before he recovered quickly. This was absolutely his older brother so what was he supposed to do now?

“I’m Jason Wayne,” he said so as to not spook Y/N.

“Y/N Todd,” Y/N glanced at Jason, “You look like someone I used to know. Have we met before?”

Jason laughed nervously. “If you’ve come to a gala before, probably.”

“Yeah, probably,” Y/N stood up from the chair, “Well I think Selina wanted an early night so I should go. Nice meeting you.”

Jason sighed as his older brother walked away. He downed his gin and tonic before standing up and walking over to where Dick was still sitting with Tim. He sat down on a free chair and leaned his head on the table.

“So?” Dick asked cautiously as he moved his hand out from under Tim’s forehead.

“He’s my brother,” Jason said tiredly.

Dick gasped and leaned in closer. “So, what you going to do about that, little bird?”

“No idea,” Jason said as he sighed.

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A few days later, Jason was sitting in the library again when Tim ran inside. Jason looked up from his book and raised an eyebrow expectantly.

“He’s been spotted. Cass saw him. Dick’s waiting for you at Wayne Industries,” Tim said out of breath.

Jason placed his book down and ran out of the library. He sprinted down to the Batcave and got changed into his suit. He ran to his bike and pulled out of the cave. He drove down the highways and roads and felt the wind pushing against him. It felt just like how when he was younger, and it was just him and his older brother against the world. He flew down streets and side alleys. He pulled up in front of Wayne Industries and saw Dick sitting on a brick wall nearby. Their comms crackled to life.

“Cass has him and Selina on the roof of Wayne Industries, come on,” Dick said before he ran at the building and started scaling it.

Jason followed suite. The two of them made it to the top in record time and looked around. Cass waved from where she was standing and chatting to Selina. Jason’s older brother was leaning against the staircase door with a frown on his face as he glanced around.

Jason watched him for a moment. He had red hair just like how he did when he didn’t dye it. He was wearing a leather jacket like he did. He had a mask on which resembled the Robin one but not fully. It looked more like a masquerade mask. He was wearing boots, a pair that looked like ones Jason remembered sitting by their childhood apartments door. His older brother looked just like he remembered but also nothing like the teenager he’d idolized.

There was a scar above his eye. There was a necklace around his neck with a black rock. His hair was short and clipped, unlike when they were younger,

 and it sat above his shoulders. He looked so grumpy. Jason had never seen his older brother look that annoyed. He’d always been patient and kind.

“Selina, can we go? I didn’t come all this way just to stand around and chat with your boytoys kids,” Y/N said loudly, interrupting Jason’s thoughts.

Selina turned from Cass and scoffed. “Yeah, you came so far, all the way from Star City and your sad little retail job,” she said sarcastically before turning back to Cass.

Y/N rolled his eyes and finally noticed Jason and Dick. “He has more? How many of you vigilantes are there? Does he grow you in like a lab?”

“One of us was actually,” Dick said as he took a step forward, so he stood in front of Jason, once a protective big brother, always a protective big brother.

“Long story? Yeah, I’m getting used to that,” Y/N shook his head before he glanced at Jason, “What you staring at me like that for?”

Jason tilted his head slightly before taking off his helmet which caused Dick to groan.

“Secret identities, little bird,” Dick said annoyed as he slapped his forehead.

“Oh, shut up,” Jason stepped around Dick, “It’s me, Jason.”

Y/N took a step back and slammed against the wall. “You’re dead.”

Cass turned from where she was talking to Selina and rolled her eyes before resuming their conversation.

“Surprise?” Jason said with jazz hands. “I think we’ve got a lot to talk about.”

Y/N nodded and took off his mask. “Yeah, I think we do.”

                                    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Two weeks later…

Y/N, Bruce and Jason were sitting around the manor’s dining table. Bruce was leaned forwards and staring Y/N down. Jason was leaned back and smiling. He hadn’t stopped since he got Y/N back. Y/N looked like he was about to run out of the room.

“Jason, tell your creepy dad he can’t adopt me. I’m a grown ass man who isn’t going anywhere anyways,” He said as he scooted his chair slightly further away from Bruce.

“Hey, he’s still trying to figure out if he can adopt me and I’m legally dead,” Jason said as he raised his hands in mock surrender.

“So am I!” His brother replied exasperatedly.

“I already adopted you, Jason,” Bruce leaned back in his chair, “Found a technicality.”

Jason turned quickly to face his dad. “Ok, you cannot just drop that in conversation, old man.”

Bruce stood up from his chair. “I’m not even 50 yet. You’ve gotta stop calling me that.”

Jason smiled and shook his head. “I’ll call you what I want, Bruce.”

Bruce smiled to himself and walked out of the room. The older Todd leaned closer to Jason and smiled.

“Your family is weird, Jase,” he said with a chuckle.

“Our family actually, big brother,” Jason said with a wide grin as he stood up from his chair. “Wanna go for a ride?”

His big brother jumped out of his chair and smiled. “I bet my bike goes faster than yours.”

The two of them ran towards the manors front door with the widest grins.

Up on the staircase, Bruce stood as he watched them with a smile. Alfred walked up behind him with a smile and tapped him on the shoulder.

“You must stop adopting all these children, Master Bruce,” he said quietly.

“He makes Jason happy, doesn’t he?” Bruce asked.

Alfred pondered for a moment before replying.

“Yes, he does, Master Bruce. That doesn’t mean Master Jason doesn’t still need his father though,” Alfred said, his voice full of care and love for the two of them.

Bruce nodded as he heard the motorbikes start outside. He then smiled and walked off to attend to his work.

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[call-mi-jinx]

Dave Lizewski X Reader - Headcannons 2

warnings: mentions of seccsual acts xoxo,

Main Masterlist Dave Lizewski Masterlist

a/n: based off this ask! hope you enjoy! and also sorry if some of it is cringey i cringed at some bits too 😭😭 ta ta my lovelies xx

dave lizewski x popular! reader

he always knew he didn’t have a chance with you, so he never even thought about talking to you let alone telling you

he always yapped to todd and marty about how beautiful and “out of his league” you were

he always stole glances at you in the classes you had together or when you passed him in the hallway

sometimes he’d have bursts of confidence and begin walking up to you but it was always at the fifth step that he chickened out

you only noticed him when you were paired up for a science project

he asked if you would want to meet up at this cafe/comic book store but you said you’d be more comfortable at your house

so every time you met up, he always came to your house, in your room

the whole assignment was due in about a month because of how much work had to be done

and over that time, you wished you had met him sooner

on the last day of you two doing the project, he finally gathered up the courage to ask you out

you said yes after having a blank face for what felt like hours to dave

when telling your friends you were slightly worried you would get the piss taken out of you, but haley (your best friend) convinced you they wouldn’t and they didn’t much to your relief

dave however, always overthought about what people would think

he always thought that you deserved someone better, someone “in your league”

you always reassured him that you only want him and even showed him (if you know what I mean 😏)

after about a month dave finally became confident with himself but there was sometimes off days for him

for your first month anniversary, he got you the biggest bouquet of your favourite flowers and the cutest hand written note about how much he cared about you and appreciated you

he met your dad and at first your dad didn’t like him (before he even met him) but after the dinner you three had he loved him like a son (don’t ask pls idk ✋🏻😭)

when you met his dad, your palms were clammy and your breathing was jagged but dave held your hand through the whole thing which made it better

haley always hung out with you two, she never thought she was a third wheel. more like your kid

at graduation, dave took you to the most beautiful lake house in the woods, that’s where he gave you a promise ring

he made a speech before giving it to you which made you bawl your eyes out

[ticifics]

Do I Make You Nervous?

Todd Haynes x black!reader

Summary: "You know, Todd," you began, leaning slightly toward him, "if you’re not careful, I’ll start thinking you have a thing for me." "I…" Todd choked on his response, blinking rapidly. He tried to compose himself, scratching his neck again as he let out a nervous laugh. "I think it’s kind of obvious, right?"

Warnings: none

request by my beloved @gingerteafairy

Masterlist

Todd Haynes was the kind of guy who seemed to hide within himself. Tall, with brown hair he could never quite tame and dark eyes that carried an intensity he clearly didn’t know how to wield. Whenever you were around, he became even more awkward, as if his hands—big and striking, the kind you found fascinating—had no idea what to do.

You knew he thought you were beautiful; it was written all over every fleeting glance, every unnecessary stammer when he tried to form a sentence near you. And as much as you loved making him nervous, you didn’t do it out of cruelty. The truth was, you liked him. You liked him a lot, enough to always notice the dimples that appeared when he attempted a shy smile or how his raspy voice seemed to pull you closer every time.

That’s how it was that afternoon in the comic book shop. You had decided to stop by after a slower day, knowing Todd would be there, as usual. He was leaning against the counter, arguing about some rare edition with the clerk, his hands gesturing animatedly. But the moment he saw you, he lost the thread of the conversation. His eyes traveled over your face, lingering just a second longer on your lips—the same ones you had glossed that morning. It was almost comical how he swallowed hard and tried to look casual.

“Hi, Todd,” you greeted, your voice laced with playful sweetness.

“Hey... you,” he replied, a bit clumsily, rubbing the back of his neck and glancing away. He seemed even more nervous with you so close, your soft scent already clouding his thoughts. Todd couldn’t help but think about how your skin always seemed to glow, as if kissed by the sun. And that hair… God, how he wanted to run his fingers through those waves and lose himself there.

“I didn’t know you were a comic book expert,” you teased, crossing your arms and tilting your head, watching him with a smile you knew would undo him.

“Oh, I’m not exactly an expert,” he stammered. “But, you know… it’s kind of… my hobby.” He almost cursed himself internally. Kind of my hobby? Really, Todd? What kind of answer is that?

You couldn’t hold back a laugh, leaning in slightly, loving how flustered he seemed. “Are you nervous?” you asked, your tone dripping with mischief.

Todd blinked, opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water. “Me? Nervous? Of course not. Why would I be nervous?”

You stepped closer, closing the distance between you, your eyes fixed on him, watching the way his Adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed. “Then why are you sweating like you’re about to take a final exam, huh? Come on, Todd… do I make you nervous?”

He opened his mouth to reply but gave up halfway. You knew you’d backed him into a corner, and that only made your smile grow. “It’s okay, you know? I think it’s kind of cute,” you added, your voice dropping to a softer, almost conspiratorial tone.

Todd knew he was done for. He also knew he had to do something before he missed the chance to, at least once, turn the tables. So, he mustered every ounce of courage he had, stepped closer—surprising you—and flashed that dimpled smile you adored, the proximity forcing him to tilt his chin down to meet your gaze. “And you? Do I make you nervous?”

The air seemed to disappear for a moment. The way he asked, with a tone firmer, almost confident, was enough to leave you momentarily speechless. Before you could regain your composure, he added, even bolder, “Because if I do, maybe you should go out with me. You know, just to make sure.”

Todd couldn’t stop the thought that invaded his mind at that moment: Man, if Dave or Marty were seeing this… They’d freak out. Like, a hot girl talking to me? Flirting with me? He almost laughed at the irony. He knew he was a nerd, knew he was never the guy girls noticed—especially girls like you, with skin that glowed under the light like it was made to ruin him, and that confident smile that always seemed to know exactly the effect it had.

You blinked, slightly caught off guard by the shift in the dynamic. For a second, your parted lips gave Todd a view he knew he’d never forget, and he tried to hold his breath. Okay, Todd, don’t mess this up now. He saw your eyes narrow slightly, not in anger or disgust. No. It was something more… intrigued. As if you were trying to figure out how this Todd Haynes—the clumsy nerd who always stammered around you—had managed to gather the nerve to pull something like this.

“You… want to go out with me?” you repeated, your voice tinged with surprise but still wrapped in that soft, almost challenging tone that made his stomach flip. You took a small step forward, your movements so graceful that Todd almost lost his grip on reality. Your curls bounced slightly with the motion, and maybe, just maybe, he noticed how they framed the soft curve of your shoulders.

“Yeah. I do,” he replied, his voice steadier than he expected, though the smile still played on his lips. “I mean, if that’s not too uncomfortable for you…” He let the sentence hang, that same dimpled smile making a reappearance, one he suspected might throw you off balance. Of course, he wasn’t a complete idiot.

You laughed softly, the sound carrying something else, maybe a hint of nervousness that matched what you were feeling in that moment. "You know, Todd," you began, leaning slightly toward him, "if you’re not careful, I’ll start thinking you have a thing for me." "I…" Todd choked on his response, blinking rapidly, trying to find something – anything – to say. But the only thing he could think of was how close you were now, and how it would be if… No, don’t kiss her now. Breathe. He tried to compose himself, scratching his neck again as he let out a nervous laugh. "I think it’s kind of obvious, right?" he admitted, the unexpected honesty coming out along with the nervousness in his voice. You bit your lip, and Todd saw something change in your gaze – a different shine, almost an acceptance of what he had just admitted. He saw the smile return, softer, but still carrying that air of someone who loved being in control. You tilted your head again, as if contemplating something, before speaking: "Well, then I guess we should sort this out. When are we going out, Todd?"

The question caught him off guard, and he blinked, clearly trying to keep up. She really wants to go out with me? It was as if his brain had short-circuited, the sound of your voice echoing in his mind. "When?" he answered automatically, not even realizing he was just echoing you.

"How about now?" you suggested, your tone casual, yet still filled with that teasing that left him off balance. You took another step, now close enough that the slightest movement could result in you being pressed against his chest, the sweet and subtle scent that made his thoughts scramble even more—damn, do girls really smell like this? It felt dangerous. "Or are you gonna stand there, overthinking again?"

Todd blinked again, but the smile that appeared on his face was slow, almost mischievous, with the dimples you loved making his face stand out even more. He took a deep breath, summoning the courage he never thought he'd have, and replied, "Now? Like, now now?"

"Yes, Todd. Now now," you replied, laughing and rolling your eyes as if it were obvious, but the way your lips curved into a soft smile said otherwise. You were loving this, and he knew it.

"Alright, then. Now," Todd said, more confidently this time. He stepped aside, allowing you to pass through the door of the comic shop first, but not before throwing a victorious look at Marty and Dave, who were strategically hiding between the manga shelves, clearly watching everything. Both of their eyes were wide with disbelief, and Dave even dropped the comic he was holding. Marty looked like he was about to drown in his own saliva. Todd smirked to himself, proud, and made sure to discreetly point at you while whispering, "That's right. She's with me."

You didn’t notice the little show, or maybe you did and just decided to let it slide. As soon as you were outside on the sidewalk, the cool air made Todd breathe deeply, trying to calm his heart that seemed determined to escape his chest. He was about to shove his hands in his pockets, but stopped as soon as he felt something warm and soft wrap around his arm.

His gaze immediately went to you, now walking beside him, your arm linked with his as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Todd swallowed hard, his eyes dropping to the subtle but noticeable difference between his skin and yours. The rich tone of your skin seemed even more vibrant in the fading light of the afternoon, and he had to fight the urge to stop and just look at it longer than would be socially acceptable. She’s real, he thought, almost incredulous.

"You’re too quiet," you commented, turning your face toward him, your eyes sparkling with a mix of curiosity and amusement. "Regretting it already?"

"What? No! Not at all," Todd replied way too quickly, his voice a little louder than he intended. He cleared his throat, trying to sound calmer. "I just... I’m trying to figure out where we’re going. You know, it's the first date and all." He emphasized the words, as if still processing that this was really happening.

"Oh, so you want to impress me?" you teased, raising an eyebrow while gently squeezing his arm, enough to make him trip over his own foot. Todd laughed, a nervous but genuine sound.

"Well, of course, right? I mean, it’s not every day a girl like you decides to give me a chance," he said, the tone sincere mixed with that self-deprecating humor that seemed to be a natural defense for him. But as soon as the words left his mouth, Todd realized they came out more vulnerable than he intended.

You stopped for a moment, tilting your head slightly as if evaluating something. Then, your smile returned, softer now. "And who said you need to impress me? Maybe I just want pizza and a good conversation."

"Pizza, huh? I like that," Todd replied, the relief dripping from his voice. "But wait, does that mean you’re not only beautiful but also like pizza? Is there anything else perfect about you that I should know?"

You laughed, leaning toward him almost conspiratorially. "Well, I also read comics. And before you ask, yes, I have a copy of Watchmen."

Todd stopped walking, his dark eyes wide. "Wait, are you serious? Because, look, if this is a joke to impress me, it’s working, but I’m gonna need proof."

You let go of his arm, but only to extend your hand, as if sealing a deal. "Take me to pizza, and I’ll show you Watchmen when it’s convenient." Your voice was laced with humor, but there was something more there—a promise that this afternoon had the potential to be the start of something.

Todd squeezed your hand, his fingers wide against yours. For a moment, he just held your hand, appreciating the soft warmth radiating from your fingers. He leaned slightly toward you, the confidence growing with each passing second at your side. "Deal. But just so you know, you’ve just committed to the best slice of pepperoni in town."

"Is that so? Let’s see if you keep that promise, Todd Haynes," you replied, pulling him along by the arm once more.

The pizzeria Todd chose was modest but full of personality, with walls covered in posters of old movies and a jukebox that looked like it came straight out of an ‘80s classic. You sat at a table near the window, and to Todd’s surprise, the conversation flowed easily. He talked about how he, Marty, and Dave used to meet there to discuss the latest superhero conspiracy theories, while you laughed and asked questions that made him feel even more at ease.

When the pizza arrived, you didn’t hesitate to grab a generous slice, pointing out that Todd had nailed the choice. He watched you eat for a few seconds, his smile overflowing with something that wasn’t just satisfaction; it was something deeper, almost reverential. Todd, for the first time in a long time, felt like he didn’t need to be anything other than himself.

After you finished, you decided to walk through the city, the fresh night air starting to replace the heat of the day. Your arm was still looped through his, and at several moments, you leaned your head close, as if sharing secrets that made him laugh out loud. Todd couldn’t decide what he loved more: the sound of your laugh or the way you seemed to move so naturally beside him, as if you two were already one.

On the way, you passed by a quiet park, the kind of place that seemed almost magical at this hour of the day. The moon was a spectacle of its own in the sky, not even all the light pollution was enough to dull its glow. It was impossible to ignore how cinematic everything felt, as if you two were living the climax of some romance he never would’ve believed would be about him.

“How about we sit for a bit?” you suggested, pointing to a wooden bench under a big tree. Todd just nodded, following you as if it was the most obvious thing to do. He was so distracted by how the streetlights seemed to dance on your skin that he almost tripped over the edge of the path. You laughed, and he joined you, embarrassed, but incredibly happy.

Sitting side by side, the proximity was palpable. You crossed your legs, turning slightly toward him, while Todd tried, unsuccessfully, not to stare for too long. But it was impossible. The way your curls framed your face, how your skin seemed even softer, and how the gentle scent that always made him dizzy now felt more intense – all of it left him speechless. The situation felt so unreal that he wondered if this could be a dream.

“You’re looking at me like I’m some kind of mystery,” you commented, the corner of your mouth curling into a smile that made him forget how to breathe for a moment.

“It’s not that,” Todd replied, not thinking much. He leaned in slightly, his eyes fixed on yours, his voice lower now, almost like a secret. “It’s just that… you’re beautiful. Like, really beautiful. It kind of… distracts me.” The last words came out awkwardly, but they were sincere enough for you to feel their impact.

For a second, you were left speechless, your heart racing. But the smile that formed on your face was enough for Todd to realize that he hadn’t ruined anything. In fact, he realized that you were just as enchanted by him as he was by you.

“So, Haynes,” you began, leaning just a bit closer, your voice low and filled with teasing. “Are you going to kiss me now, or are you going to wait until the next date?”

Todd felt his brain short-circuit. He blinked quickly, not sure if he had heard you right. “I-I…” He tried to answer, but the words just wouldn’t come out. The idea of you asking something like that, with a voice full of a tone meant to leave him speechless, was something he never would’ve imagined, not even in his wildest dreams.

“I’m kidding... sort of,” you said with a smile, though your gaze didn’t leave his. Todd’s face turned a deeper shade of red, making him even more adorable, and you couldn’t help but think how much you liked the effect you had on him.

“You can’t just say something like that out of the blue,” he finally managed to reply, his voice lower, full of an unguarded honesty. “I’m trying to look cool here, but… it’s hard.”

“I never said it had to be easy,” you replied with a mischievous smile. “But seriously, Todd… you’re adorable, you know?”

Those words caught him off guard. Adorable. You thought he was adorable. He blinked, trying to process what that meant, what he had done to deserve something like that. “Me? Adorable?” He let out a short, nervous laugh. “I don’t think anyone’s ever said that before.”

“Well, you’d better get used to it, because I think so.” Your voice was soft, and you leaned a bit closer, your fingers playing distractedly with the hem of his jacket. “And you know what else? You make me feel... good. Like I’m the most precious person in the world, you know?”

Todd felt his chest tighten in a good way, like his heart had decided to burn with the intensity of everything. He opened his mouth to say something, but you just shook your head with a small smile. “No need to say anything. Just… kiss me already.”

It was as if time had slowed down. Todd swallowed, his eyes fixed on yours, briefly flicking to your lips before returning to your gaze. The world around them seemed to fade away, the park’s sounds becoming distant, like an echo from another universe. He moved in slowly, almost hesitantly, but determined. His hand moved to the side of the bench, almost as if he wanted to hold onto something while the other found the courage to rest gently on your face.

You didn’t pull away, not that he expected you to, but the quiet relief he felt when you tilted your face slightly into his hand made him breathe deeply. The touch was warm, and he couldn’t stop noticing how soft your skin felt, how the colors were different. Honestly, he thought this was the most beautiful contrast that could exist. His thumb traced the soft curve of your mouth, admiring the way your lips parted sweetly.

“Todd,” you murmured, your voice low enough to be almost a secret. “I promise I won’t bite… unless you ask.”

He let out a nervous laugh, but the teasing only encouraged him. His gaze went back to your lips, and this time, he didn’t hesitate. When your lips finally met, it was everything and more than he could’ve imagined. The kiss started soft, almost shy, but gained more confidence as you placed your hand on his shoulder, pulling him a little closer.

Todd didn’t know if the world still existed around you. All that mattered was how you moved against him, how that moment seemed to be made just for the two of you. When you finally pulled away, he opened his eyes slowly, his still lost in the shine of yours. Your mouth was slightly swollen, beautiful as hell, and it was because of him. He could still taste the sweet gloss on his tongue.

“That... was incredible,” he confessed, his voice almost hoarse. “Can I do that again?”

You laughed, leaning in just enough to brush your lips against his once more. “Whenever you want, Todd.”