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Jason who doesn't use Red Hood outside of Gotham anymore. Red Hood is a Gotham Rogue/Vigilante/Anti-Hero, whatever the current consensus of his status is. The Red Hood is a Gotham problem now. He has entirely new vigilante identities for different things he does outside of Gotham. If he is hunting demons, he uses one. If he is tracking down global trafficking rings, he uses another. Some people know that one of them is his other identity, but pretty much no one knows that they are all the same person.
Then he has the one he uses every time he spends time with Roy. The one only Roy knows about. Because Roy is a hero, and he can't be seen with a bad guy. So he plays a good guy whenever he is with Roy, plays a person who plays by the rules and doesn't raise the hackles and does things cleanly and is proper, like he once used to believe would be always possible, even if it means that he is putting on more than one mask in order to do it.
Because he wants it. Even though he believes in himself and what he does, he wants it. He wants to indulge in the dream of things being easy for once in his life, of himself still being the person who believed in magic.
He wants to dream, every once in a while, even when he knows that in the end, he needs to wake up.
#jason chose to be the bad guy because he believes that it's the only way he can be good#but a man can dream#yes this is juxtaposing with tim telling him that he is doing things the easy way#and also yes I am thinking of that panel of jason saying i'm sorry i can't be the hero you wish me to be#or something like that#I have no idea where it's from but it is eating my brain currently#dc#jayroy#jason todd#red hood
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Put on a show- Eddie Munson x Reader
I've had this idea for awhile so I finally decided to write it! I hope you enjoy ;)
WARNINGS- SMUT, jealousy, semi-public sex, let me know if I missed anything!
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School spirit was in the air. The first basketball game of the season and Eddie Munsons first basketball game too. He hated them but since you two began dating over the summer, he felt obligated to watch his lovely lady cheer.
Eddie sat at the top of the bleachers, arms crossed with one of his feet up on the seat in front of him. He was bored beyond boredom. At first, he didnât think sitting there for 2 hours would be that bad, he would be watching you cheer the whole time. Little did he know, you really don't cheer that much. Basketball is such a fast-paced game. The moment you would start a chant together, you would have to stop because someone scored.
Eddie felt his eyes start to flutter shut when the buzzer blared, signaling that the 2nd quarter was over, meaning it was half-time.
You told Eddie that you and the girls were performing a dance for half time as a way to start off the season right. He watched as you shook out your nerves, waiting to get called onto the court.
âLetâs hear it for the Hawkins High cheer squad!â the announcer boomed, causing the crowd to roar. âThatâs my girl! Letâs go, Y/n!â Eddie yelled as you ran onto the court, your signature smile lighting up the room.
You and Chrissy were front and center. He watched as you sent each other a smile while the band got ready to play.
The energy was high from the moment the band began playing.
He then watched as you and Chrissy strutted to the front of the formation, sassy looks now on your faces. He wondered if you two always performed like this because obviously, Chrissy was known as a timid girl, and so were you. He chuckled to himself as he watched you two wink at the crowd.
Your team's moves were sharp and together. Your stunts were flawless and people's tumbling passes were mind-blowing. Eddie couldnât care less though, only there to watch you.
You looked adorable as you shook your poms, moving from one formation to the next and smiling like there was no tomorrow.
But the next second, his throat went dry. As girls were stunting in the back, you and Chrissy faced the side and slapped the ground, slowly dragging your arms up your legs. The sound of the crowd was a mix of gasps from parents and the basketball guys cheering at the top of their lungs. Eddie quickly looked over to where the basketball players were sitting.Â
People knew you two were dating, Eddie made it very clear every second of every day that you were his girl. People just chose to not believe it was true since they never saw you two do anything other than hold hands. The reason actually is that you were afraid of showing affection in public.
His eyes fell on Jason, whose jaw was clenched. He then watched as Jason turned around.
âYou better not be hollering at my girl,â Eddie saw Jason sternly telling them. Eddie couldnât tell what the other guys were saying except for your name. Eddie's fists clenched as a low growl came from his throat. He was pissed off now.
Which is why he was so confused about how you were able to do a move like that in front of an entire crowd of people. A crowd of people who just think youâre with him because of a bet or something. But you and Eddie both knew you loved him genuinely, you were just shy.
âTigers!â you all screamed in unison, signaling the end of your performance. This broke Eddie out of his death glare, but he was still furious. He clapped slowly as he watched you and the other girls run off of the court.
The game continued as normal, except for the fact that Jason kept missing shots, the moment still on his mind probably. Eddie couldnât stop thinking about it either. He was very much awake now, watching your every move and then looking at the guys who now werenât watching the game but were watching you stand there, probably imagining some really nasty things.
How could you do such a suggestive move with such an innocent smile on your face?
It didnât register that he was rock hard until he realized that him replaying the image in his head over and over again made him hornier every time. He tried to stop and calm down, but he couldnât. Those guys hollering at you made him want to just take you in front of everyone. He knew you would kill him if he did that though.
The next two quarters went by slow as hell, until finally, Hawkins lost, 27 to 31. The crowd moved out of the court to the hallway to greet their star players to tell them âbetter luck next timeâ, but Eddie needed to find you and find out what the hell that was.
He spotted you and Chrissy giggling innocently over something by the trophy case, beelining through the crowd to get to you. Your eyes lit up as you saw him walk toward you.Â
âEddie!â you beamed.
âJason!â Chrissy cheered at the same time.
Eddie and Jason both looked at each other. They both had the same, furious, looks on their faces. The two then set their sights back on you two, too infuriated to pick a fight with each other.
When Eddie reached you, you wrapped your arms around his neck, making cute noises. He just wrapped one arm around your torso, breathing in your scent. He then looked over to Jason and Chrissy.
Chrissy went to hug Jason, but he just grabbed her hand and angrily ripped her from her spot, probably going to take Chrissy home to her parents and lecture her about being a woman of god or some shit like that.
But, Eddie had different plans for the two of you. He was your ride home, so you had all the time in the world.
When you let go, your smile made him almost feel bad for being so mad. Almost. He knew you were innocent to certain things, but he sure as hell knew you werenât that innocent.
âLetâs go,â Eddie said, making sure his anger showed in his voice. You two walked in silence until you made it outside.
âDid you like the dance?â you asked, trying to make conversation. âOh yeah, I loved it, especially when all of those guys looked at you like they were about to pounce on you like the true Tigers they are after seeing you bend over like that,â Eddie said in his voice that only comes out when heâs about to lose his shit. Your eyes widened as you looked over at him, âW-What?â you asked, his answer catching you off guard.
âDonât act like you donât know,â he scoffed and walked faster. âI donât know what youâre talking about- Eddie, slow down!â you whined, trying to slow him down, but he was mad beyond reason, for a reason that you didnât know why.
You made it to Eddies van, where you tried to let go of his hand to go to your side. But, his grip didnât loosen. âI donât know where the hell you think youâre going, get in the back,â he ordered, making your lip quiver. You genuinely had no idea what he was talking about and now he was really mad at you.
âTake your clothes off,â he demanded, closing the door behind him. âWhat? Weâre not having sex in here! What did I even do?!â you pleaded, your back against the back of his van.
He turned around quickly to grab your chin, startling you a bit, âYou bent over for the whole basketball team to see in your little dance that you insisted I come and watch.â. âEddie, I didnât mean-â you tried to reason, but Eddie didnât want to hear any of it. âI donât care, strip or youâre gonna be in even more trouble.â.
You just sat there, âThe basketball players are outside! They might see us!â. âWhatâs the issue? I thought you showed off your body for fun?â he asked, condescendingly.
âEddie, I donât want anyone to see me naked!â. âThen you better be quiet then because they arenât looking this way, so donât give them a reason to,â he said, âNow, Iâm not telling you again, clothes off. Now.â.Â
You shakily took off all of your clothes while Eddie watched. You didnât want to admit that this whole situation went right to your core. As you stripped, your eyes went between his stare and the boner in his pants.
Once you were fully naked, he slowly looked at your bare figure in front of him up and down. He breathed out before ripping off his shirt.
He looked godly from where you were laying down. His bare chest on display while heâs on his knees, towering over you. Your breath hitched as he crawled toward you and took two fingers, swiping them through your folds. âI knew you loved acting like a slut in front of everyone,â he chuckled, examining his two fingers, ânaughty girl.â.
He then sat against the back of the passenger side chair. You just stared at him, unsure of what to do. âWell, I canât fuck you if Iâm fully clothed,â he said, rubbing his hand over his bulge. You quickly sat up, crawling toward him.
You stuck out your tongue as you focused on unbuckling his belt so that you could get his pants off as quickly as possible. He lifted his hips up so that you could fully take them off, his fingers hooking onto his underwear, taking them off as well. Eddie hissed when he finally wasnât restricted anymore. You threw his pants behind you and immediately looked at him for direction.
âCome here, pretty girl,â he said, patting his thigh. You made your way over to him and grabbed his cock, slowly lowering yourself onto him. You gasped when he pushed you down, getting impatient with your slowness.
âI want you to make yourself cum on my cock, put on a show, just for me,â he said, putting his hands behind his head. You nodded and immediately got to work. You moved your body up and down and around, exaggerating every move you made.
You began to grind onto him faster, begging for a release to come to you. âAtta girl,â Eddie gasped, one hand moving to your hip, the other right on your clit. He began rubbing circles, making your core tighten.
Your movements slowed, the pleasure becoming too much, and you were scared the boys outside would hear you.
âStop slowing down,â he grunted, using his one hand to move you up and down, thrusting his hips up into you at the same time. You entirely forgot where you were, your moans slowly getting louder and louder.
âShh, quiet, pretty girl, you didnât want anyone hearing us, remember?â he asked, fucking into you faster. He chuckled as you fell apart, not being able to answer. But you definitely heard him, your noises coming to almost a complete stop.
Eddie missed your pretty sounds instantly, not caring about what you wanted anymore, he just wanted to hear you. His pace fastened and the circles on your clit got rougher and faster, leaving you no choice but to start moaning again.
Soon enough, he felt you clench around him, cumming around him, moaning louder than he had ever heard you moan before. Eddie slowed down his movements, helping you ride out your climax.
While doing so, he looked over to find one of the guys who hollered at you, staring straight at Eddie with his mouth agape. The scene was sinful.
Your mouth was wide open, pleasure all over your face, hidden in the crook of Eddieâs neck. Eddies bangs were stuck to his forehead while your sweaty bodies were pressed up against each other.
Eddie just looked at the guy, licking his teeth before thrusting into you a few more times, making sure that guy truly knew you were his. Your head flew backward as you clawed at his chest, loudly begging for mercy. The guy quickly walked away, getting in his car, probably going home to jerk off.
Eddie chuckled, making you look up at him. âWhat?â you asked, still in a daze. âOh, nothing,â he said. You just hummed in response going to push yourself off of him.
âAh, silly girl,â Eddie said, pushing you back down, âI still havenât finished yet.â.
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Top 5 Worst Films of 2023
Yep, it's that time of year again where you're all subjected to wordier opinions of the films I either disliked or were indifferent to! I'll post the best list later on, but for now, here are the worst...
5. Mercy Falls
I appreciate British films being shown in cinemas. I appreciate this cost about ÂŁ20 and a speck of dust to make. However, itâs incredibly dull and predictable. There isnât much else to say about it.
4. The Flash
Only this low because I expected it to be this bad. The literal âworlds collideâ montage at the end was a great idea, but the waxy CGI reconstructions of Superman actors, living or dead, left a bad taste in my mouth. Ezra Millerâs laugh was annoying, and Sasha Calle and Michael Shannon were absolutely wasted.
3. Five Nights At Freddy's
How the fuck did Scott Cawthon fuck his own premise up? It should have been a simple bottle film that cost $10m at most. One guy. One room. Dodgy animatronics. Instead, weâve got a protagonist who I wanted the animatronics to kill, sudden genre switches, subplots galore, and weird character decisions. The worst thing about it is that it didnât even include the famous Toreador March. That would have improved the film somewhat.
2. Fast X
I saw it for a charity drive and I wish Iâd doubled the target. This was physically painful to sit through. This hasnât lodged from the no. 2 spot since I saw it back in May. I fully believe Daniela Melchior was tricked into doing this â she probably thought she was auditioning for a legitimate film. Jason Momoa apparently chose this film to actually act, and carried it the whole way through. Good thing heâs built as all get-out.
Honourable Mentions
Love Again: The best bits were Nick Jonasâs cameo and the sweet and funny montage over the end credits. Everything else is naff.
Assassin Club: This not having a Wiki page was probably the best way to insult it â arguably the best way to insult any film. Daniela Melchior had a terrible year. Hope 2024 is better for her.
Unwelcome: Completely forgot this existed, to be honest. Should tell you all you need to know.
And finally, the worst thing I saw this year...
1. A Good Person
This earned the great dishonour of not just being the worst thing I saw this year, but the worst thing Iâve seen in a long time. Old was bad, but it had the cave scene. Burning was terrible, but it had gorgeous cinematography. Shit, even the 365 Days films were bad, but they were at least easy to laugh at. Zach âCanât Accept That Scrubs Ended Thirteen Years Agoâ Braffâs latest effort A Good Person does not have a single redeeming thing about it. Not even the usually-reliable Florence Pugh could save it. Much like Fast X, this has not lodged from this spot since I saw it. Itâs the first film to reach the âcovetedâ 0.25/5 rating on here, too. In East Asian languages such as Cantonese, the number four is closely associated with death. This is Braffâs fourth go at directing, and it bombed. I pray that it kills his career.
Thanks for reading! Best post coming soon.
~Mikey
#worst of 2023#2023#mikey#mercy falls#the flash#the flash 2023#five nights at freddy's#fnaf movie#fast x#love again#assassin club#unwelcome#a good person
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Let's break down a few things you mentioned about Dick:
"Worked with Deathstroke" while this is true, it isn't proof of Dick being close to becoming a super villain. This was undercover work to take down Lex Luthor and his team of villains just like Spyral. In none of these occasions did Dick stop being a good guy nor was he considering becoming a villain. It was all part of another mission.
"Court of Owls" only causes Dick to become a villain in an alternative universe. The time he joins the COO is during Robin War by becoming a double agent. Again, zero lean towards a villainous path.
Perhaps you could make a case during the time he was Ric Grayson. I haven't read that arc but I'm quite sure he was manipulated into becoming (or almost, at least) a talon. But personally wouldn't count it since that really wasn't Dick Grayson.
"Beat the Joker to death" first of all, it wasn't intentional. Dick didn't go in there and beat up the joker to death because that was his plan. And on top of that, this would have nothing to do with being a villain. How many heroes have killed? A lot. And the majority of them aren't considered villains for it because they were killing villains that were just as bad as the Joker (or worse).
"Chose murder vengeance at the ripe age of 8" I have a two-part long post with evidence proving this isn't true and a completely fanon rumor.
1. 2.
I don't know if you meant to word it in a way that implied these were occasions that prove Dick's been close to becoming a villain or not, but that's all I have to say about what you mentioned. Maybe you only meant it in a way that other people in-universe could think of those occasions and believe he's been close to become a dangerous villain, which would be fair.
But overall, I don't think there's many heroes who would look at Dick Grayson and think his position as a hero is on shaky ground. There's a reason he's so trusted.
As for Tim, you mentioned Joker Jr. But if we mention something from another timeline then Batman has The Batman Who Laughs, both villains created because of the Joker. And there's more I could say about the League of Assassins thing you mentioned, but I've already made this too long.
Only thing I have to say about Jason is that he isn't a jump away from becoming a villain, he literally was. And at best he's an antihero in more recent comics, but that's definitely not how it started for Red Hood.
And about the rest:
I'd say Cass is on the same level as Batman in the scary scale. But I suppose that's subjective.
Damian was very violent due to him growing up in the league and being taught to kill at an early age, but after his character development and his time in the family, he became a lot calmer (still bratty tho) and knows a better way to use violence. His villain potential went down as he became older.
Steph I don't think ever had villain potential? Only antihero. (And I don't know if I'd consider her a Batman kid, but that's up for debate.)
Batman's kids all being low-key way more terrifying than he is is so funny to me. like yeah, batman is scary with his whole 'I am the night' thing, but hes widely accepted as being good. he works with the food guys, he helps people, he doesn't kill. his kids on the other hand? barely a hop skip and a jump away from becoming super villains at any given time.
dick? worked with Deathstroke, former secret agent, court of owls, spyral, much more chill with operating in the moral grey areas.. beat the joker to death, chose murder vengeance st the ripe old age of 8
Jason? the whole red hood thing speaks for itself, plus his history with the league of assassins, and the outlaws. hes more open to the whole 'some people need to die to protect others' thing.
Tim? insane. joker jr, his weird thing with the league of assassins, general crazy borderline supervillain tendencies when left unsupervised for more than a week
cass? angel baby but SCARY AS FUCK!!! THE SKILLS. THE MASK. SCARY
Damian? tiny but very violent and suggestible
Steph? down to clown. insane. will go full send chaos gremlin if left unchecked
#dick grayson#nightwing#jason todd#red hood#tim drake#red robin#damian wayne#robin#cassandra cain#orphan#stephie brown#batgirl#bruce wayne#batman#dc#dc comics#I'm sorry I'm very annoying when it comes to dick grayson#I like discussing this stuff
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Roy Harper when his Future child comes to the Present
Dick Grayson Ver. | Jason Todd Ver. | Tim Drake Ver. | Damian Wayne Ver. | Bruce Wayne Ver.
Conner Kent Ver. | Wally West Ver.| Artemis Crock Ver.
A/N: And by very very VERY popular demand, I give you Roy Harper! I really really REALLY loved the storyline for this one so I really hope you enjoy it!
You and Roy were introduced through Jason
You were with Jason and Starfire when you went to rescue Roy from Qurac
And together, the four of you formed the Outlaws
Your and Roy's relationship had been through thick and thin
You went from Jason's mutual friends
To plain acquaintances
To friends but you weren't close enough to nag or judge him for his terrible life decisions
To friends but you could nag him, but you still had boundaries
To friends who could literally be considered as married
Like legit those weird friends that could go to the bathroom while the other one would be showering
The type of friends that would cuddle with each other
Or sleep in the same bed because they feel lonely
Or hold each other because they just needed to be held
Or kiss and make out and have sex
Those kinds of friends
But even though your friendship was built over a volcano that could erupt any second
You still had a strong foundation
And you had been through a lot of shit together
Even though Jason was the one that introduced the both of you
You ended up being closer to Roy than Jason ever dreamed of getting with you
So much so that Jason calls him your Royfriend
haha play on words
Remember how I said your relationship was a volcano just waiting to explode and kill several neighbouring towns?
Well, that explosion came in the form of Jade Nguyen
Or Cheshire
Or the mother of Roy's child
What the fuck?
So, while you were seeking comfort and intimacy and security in Roy
He had been doing the same with Jade
And they had a daughter together
Even though you both weren't official
It broke your heart, and you were devastated
You couldn't bear to watch Roy with his daughter after Jade left her to him
It was too painful to think that you didn't mean as much to him as he did to you
So, you told Jason that you were quitting
And one night you took off
Without telling Roy anything
When he found out, he'll admit he was a little blindsided
But he couldn't blame you
He had known he was the bad guy in this situation
Because he knew about your feelings toward him
And to be honest, he might have felt the same way
But he was afraid to fall for someone
The intensity of his feelings scared him
Everything in his life always went so wrong
And things with you were so good the way they were
Sleeping with Jade was something he didn't expect
It was stupid and it was a mistake
And he did regret it happening at all
But regardless, he had a daughter
And he chose to love her dearly, to raise her well and healthy
Unlike the way he grew up
He wanted to find you and apologize
To get on his knees and beg for forgiveness
But he knew that you deserved better than that
I mean, really
What was he expecting?
That he'd find you and ask to raise someone else's child along with him?
The same person who he slept with despite having feelings for you?
You deserved way better than that
And that's what you believed too while you tried to forget what Roy's kisses felt like
How safe and loved you felt in his arms
How if you forgot the world for a second, you actually felt happy with him
But it was all fake, it wasn't real
Because you were the only one who felt that way
You were either a burden to him, or he was using you
And you didn't want to spend one more moment lamenting over him
And that's exactly what you plan to do
Until one day someone appears at your apartment
"Hi, can I help you?"
"Hey, mom."
"Um, wrong number."
You replied immediately before you slammed the door in her face
The knocking on the door and the ringing of the bell persisted until you opened the door again
"Okay that was a stupid opening, alright. I mean it was super sentimental and wholesome from my side. But it might have been super confusing and weird on your end."
"I'm this close to closing the door again."
"Let me introduce myself. I'm Lian Harper."
You outright laughed at her standing so confidently in front of you, pretending to be your friend's daughter like she didn't know Lian was still an infant
"Yeah, because you're definitely an infant who can't stand let alone get across the country."
"I'm Lian Harper. From 12 years in the future." She said, fishing for something in her pocket and for a second you thought it was a gun before she revealed a ring
You stopped in your tracks
That ring...
It was a family heirloom that you inherited
You glared at her, snatching the ring from her hands
"Stay. Right. Here!"
You went to check where you had hidden the ring
And there it was right where you had left it
Identical to the scratches that were left on the surface from when you used to wear it out in the field
Which meant that she was really from the future
Or had amazing forgery skills
When you opened the door again, she was smiling expectantly at you
"I don't know what the hell you want from me, but I suggest you get lost before I make you regret it."
She frowned, "Trust issues much, mom? How much proof do you want from me?"
You leaned against the doorframe, crossing your arms, "Considering you call me mom makes me suspect that you have no idea what character you're supposed to be playing."
"Or maybe I call you mom because you raised me?"
You raised a brow at her, "What the hell are you saying?"
"Look, I don't know what's going on either. I was in a fight with one of the lanterns and I woke up 12 years in the past and I remember one of your safehouses were here, so I came here to camp out until I found something but instead found you."
She was sticking to her story very vehemently, and you were compelled to believe her
You spend the night talking, trying to wrap your head around all of this
"So, I get married to your father and raise you along with Roy, is that right?"
"Yeah."
"What about your mother?"
"Who cares about her?"
This really shouldn't have surprised you
Considering you've seen A LOT of bad parental relationships
It would have been more surprising if she said that she was in a fully functioning and healthy relationship with her mother
But still, you felt sorry for her
And to be honest, the fact that you would inevitably be put in the middle of their family issues made you uncomfortable
You didn't want to be the reason their family didn't work out
Jade, Roy and Lian deserved a chance to have a happy family
Lian was stubborn though
She kept insisting that she didn't need Jade
But she was also young
You remember thinking the same at that age
But sorting out their relationship would probably benefit her in the long run
For some reason, you felt compelled to reunite her with her mother
Or set their relationship straight from the start
So right before she falls asleep in your bed
You tell her that you both are heading for Roy's place tomorrow to sort this out and try and find out how to send her home
Before going to sleep on the couch
To say Roy was surprised when you come knocking on the door with a girl that looks like a younger Jade is an understatement
He didn't believe Lian at first
But after listening to both you and her, he conceded
The three of you were standing in his living room when you heard a cry from the baby chair where little Lian was sitting
Lian grinned brightly at her younger self
"Man, I was so cute! Enjoy this time younger me, it gets real shitty when you grow up."
"Language." Roy chastised without skipping a beat and you hid a smile at it
He was such a dad
You'll admit you had doubts
But he was really pulling himself together for the sake of his daughter
Together, the three of you try to decide how to go about getting Lian back to her own time
She tells Roy all about her life in the future
And honestly just hearing her makes him feel so happy
This whole thing caught him off guard and he was never sure if he ever even wanted to be a father
He was going through his own shit before Lian came
And he was just grasping at straws when it came to this whole father thing
But she didn't seem like she hated him
She was healthy and happy
And Roy's heart had never felt so light before
All the things that were bothering him
Like whether he'd be a good father
Or whether you'd ever forgive him and come back to him
Those things seemed to go well
And he couldn't be more grateful for it
After a while though
When Lian is preoccupied with something
You pull Roy out into the hallway
To try and convince him to somehow bring Jade back into Lian's life
And how the three of them deserved to be a family
You were honestly just trying to do what you thought was best for Lian and Roy and even Jade
You didn't want to make them uncomfortable and try and fit you in their family
After all they've been through, Roy at least deserved a good family
All you wanted was their happiness
Even if it meant at your expense
But all Roy heard was that you didn't want to be part of this family
You didn't want to be put into this uncomfortable situation
You didn't want to raise Lian along with him
You didn't want to be in a relationship with him
And why should he blame you?
He shouldn't hold it against you if you wanted to be with someone who made less mistakes than him
Who was more open than him
Who was gentler and kinder and better than him
You deserved that
"I'll try and convince Jade to stay so we can be a family."
Even though both your hearts were breaking in your chest
Little did you know a third heart was cracking right as they heard you say it
The door slammed open and there stood Lian with the most betrayed expression she could muster
Her eyes were filled with tears
"I don't want Jade to come back! She chose to leave us! This was her choice!"
"Lian, I know how you feel now but if we get Jade back then we can nip this at the bud, you three can be a family."
"I already have a family! A happy one, with you and dad! I don't want her back in my life! I don't want her to ruin the family that I have!"
"Lian....she's your mother." You tried to convince
"Why are you so fixated on that?!! Yes, she is my mother, but you were the woman I ran to whenever I needed mom!"
Your eyes clouded with tears
This whole time you thought that you shouldn't be in between them
That they deserved to be a family without you
That you were just someone that Roy and Lian would settle for in Jade's absence
But she was here, and she was telling you that she just wanted you
She had a chance to choose Jade instead
But she still wanted you
And you had a place in this family
You weren't just kidding yourself
You actually had a place that mattered and a family that loved you
"Mom, please don't leave me." She whimpered out, wiping her tears and you were crying before you knew it
You hugged her so tightly and that harsh clenching of your chest ceased
It finally felt like everything would be okay
"I won't. I won't leave you. It's okay, mommy's here." You whispered into her hair, holding onto her as tightly as you could
Roy joined into the hug when you grabbed his arm
And the three of you together in the hallway hugged each other tightly
Like it was real
Like you were a family
Eventually, Lian cried so much that she tired herself out
And Roy carried her back to bed
When he came back out, you were tending to baby Lian who was just about to fall asleep as well
And Roy just took a moment to gaze at you
With his daughter in your arms as you rocked her to sleep
And he just knew that this is what he had ever wanted
Not Jade
Just you
Eventually, she fell asleep soundly, blubbering into your shirt and you chuckled at the sight of her
It was weird, you never thought you would be able to replace Jade
And maybe you wouldn't
But you had a place with them, and you were a part of this family
"I'm so sorry, (Y/N)." Roy whispered to you, trying to keep quiet for the sake of his sleeping child
You gave him a small smile
You weren't exactly sure how you felt about this situation and about him
But you knew this was where you both wanted to be
And you were going to try hard to work this out
So, you didn't say anything and just cupped his cheek before leaning in to place a soft kiss to his lips
Lian fussed in your arms from the movement, and you pulled away to make sure she fell back into her slumber
Just as you placed her back into the crib, you reached into your pocket and handed Roy something
He gazed at the ring in his palm with a brow raised
"It was a family heirloom. I guess, it belongs to our family now." You muttered, blushing furiously when you saw the smile on his face.
"Apparently you propose with this ring so I'm just going to tell you to hold onto it."
Roy gave you a look that was halfway between a smirk and a smile
"(Y/N) (L/N), are you proposing to me right now."
You mirrored the smile, "Roy Harper, I'm asking you to make me (Y/N) Harper."
He grinned brightly at you, leaning in to kiss you passionately
You heard a noise at the door
When you pulled away, Lian was standing at the door, smiling widely
"That was so romantic you guys! I can't believe I was actually here to witness the proposal!"
You scoffed before pointing at the snoozing babe in the corner of the room, "You are here."
Lian scoffed right back, and Roy chuckled, noticing the resemblance between the both of you
"She's so useless. Sleeping at a time like this."
"Hey, that's my daughter you're talking about."
If you noticed the giant smile on Roy's face after hearing that, you didn't say anything
You definitely noticed
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Do you mind doing a yandere Jason Todd with a reader who is kinda insecure about herself and thinks she isn't good enough for a relationship and that no one could ever love her? Btw, I love your work and thanks for sending me that request again, a real honor :)
Thank you for sending this request, and thank you so much for all your support. I love your work as well and thank you for doing my request, it was amazing!
Warnings: Mentions of Verbal Abuse, Angst
It is dark because I am giving background for the âno one could ever love herâ.
I was somewhat stuck on what to write so hopefully you guys like it.
Flashback
âYou canât do anything right! Look at this!â Y/Nâs foster dad yelled as he pointed to a single dirt spot on the floor he had made when coming into the house.
âBut-â she tried to cut in and defend herself but she got a glare that would shut anyone up.
âNo buts! How are you to expect and man to love you if you keep having screw ups like this? Huh?! Answer me.â
âI clean it right away.â She said while struggling to hold her tears back.
âYou better.â He growled out before leaving her in the living room with a bucket and mop.
Flashback Over
âY/N!â She heard from behind her and she sighed quietly to herself when she recognized the voice of the boy who had been asking her out for months.
She was debating on running away, or staying where she was and would have to reject him again which resulted in jealous girls bullying her.
She chose the first option. Y/N ran down the sidewalk and quickly ran towards the direction to her home, she began to make it to an alley when she was lightly grabbed from behind and brought into the alley.
Y/N gasped in surprised and struggled against the wall she was being held to.
âY/N! Itâs okay Itâs just meâ Jason says as he held her against the wall but loosened his grip as she stopped struggling.
âJason, why would you do that?â She spoke angrily as her heart was racing, it was Gotham who knows what could happen.
âIâm sorry, but you started running and then I tried catching up to you and then I panicked and yeahâŚâ he explained looking somewhat guilty but it quickly disappeared.
âI wouldnât have had to push her into the alley if she hadnât ran.â He said inside his head, attempting to justify scaring her, but he looked down at the girl who was slightly glaring up at him with an adorable pout and was completely distracted.
âY/Nâ
âNo.â
âWill you.â
âIâm sorry no.â She spoke as she felt slightly bad for saying no so harshly but why would he keep asking out her? There were so many other, better girls.
âGo out on aâŚâ Jason continued he knew sheâd eventually say yes, but until she did he would continue asking her and attempt to make her fall for his charm. Of course he knew it wasnât necessarily required for her to be completely in love with him before he decided to take the next step like the other Bats. Grayson had his âsoulmateâ as the bats called them, his fell in love with him as well so they were able to be a normal couple, other than Graysons possessive tendencies. Drake took his before they could fall in love, which resulted in many problems. Damian was still looking.
Y/N didnât say no after him continuing on with his request so he quickly finished it and lightly grabbed her hand and held it to his lips.
âDate with me.â He spoke then kissed her hand while looking deeply into her eyes. Y/N just about melted on the spot as he lowered her hand but still held it in his.
All she could here was the shouts of her foster father who had told her day after day that no man would after date her, let alone love her. She just couldnât understand why someone like Jason, the man everyone wanted and the son of a billionaire would want her. The girl who couldnât do anything right.
She saw his eyes that looked like they were begging her to say yes and she was so close to saying yes before she said what was truly on her mind.
âWhy would you want to date me of all people? You deserve someone you can help you and be there for you, and I- I canât do anything right.â She repeated the words she heard so often as they were absorbed into her brain, playing like a broken record.
Jason looked at her in shock. Why wouldnât he want to date her? He had been searching for his soulmate ever since he was 14. The day he first saw her, he knew she was perfect for him. He saw the tears that built into her eyes and he grew angry, why didnât she believe him? Is that why she always rejected him, not because she didnât like him in some way, but because she didnât believe she was good enough for him? He wanted to reassure her that she was amazing, perfect even; but before he could she was running away leaving a stunned Jason behind. While he was thinking to himself, she saw his anger building and that was what lead her to running.
He turned to go after her but then he thought of a plan.
Jason went back to the manor and logged into the Bat computer and clicked on the secret file he had been making for y/n ever since he met her. It was filled with documents and pictures, even her birth certificate and her address. He was waiting until they would actually start dating to go see her house but he figured no time was better than the present and he was getting rather impatient.
He put on this red hood uniform and went to her house. Luckily her backyard had plenty of trees to hide in. Jason looked around the top floor of the house first but when he didnât see his soulmate he checked the bottom, and luckily he did because there was yelling coming from the kitchen.
He crouched down in front of the window that was by the kitchen sink and looked into the room to see Y/N and her foster dad.
âWhat is this? I said I wanted filet! Not some lousy steak! Have you learned nothing?! If you canât even do this simple task for me after Iâve spent a long day at work just to take care of you, you ungrateful child! No wonder your other parents left, I wouldnât want you either if you didnât get me money from the state!How are you ever going to find some unlucky man to love you?â Her father yelled and she stood in front of him slightly shaking in fear. Jasonâs fists clenched and ached to grab his gun and kill the man right then and there. But, he couldnât do that to Y/N, he wouldnât do anything that risked hurting her.
Her foster dad finally stopped yelling at her and he sat down and ate the food she prepared. She wasnât allowed to eat whatever food he bought for her to make. Y/N walked back up to her room with a small bowl of cereal, which was one of the only things she could eat at the house because she bought it herself.
Jason went back home and thought over what happened. No wonder she always ran away or didnât believe him when he asked her out, not with those words drilled into her head. He knew that he needed to act fast, Jason wanted to make her feel loved.
The Next Day
Y/N walked down the halls at school like usual until she was unexpectedly pulled into a empty classroom.
She turned around to see Jason standing there with a large bouquet of her favorite flowers.
âY/N, Will you please go out on a date with me?â
She looked into his eyes and once again saw them silently begging her to accept, and she truly did what to⌠but she was scared.
âWhy?â Y/N couldnât help but ask once again. To her, she wasnât anything special, she wasnât worthy of being in a relationship. How could she possibly say yes when she had so many doubts filling her mind.
Jasonâs eyes softened and he told her everything he loved about her, from the ways her eyes shined brightly when she was happy, or the way she would lightly twist her hair when she was nervous; which she was doing as he said that making her eyes widen adorably, he told her how he loved how she tried to help everyone around her. Jason could see her shoulders rising up as if the weight of the words her father had told her were slowing disappearing, and he kept going until she was smiling shyly with slight happy tears in her eyes.
Y/N didnât believe what she was hearing. Jason, Jason Todd, Son of Multi-Billionaire Bruce Wayne, like her. But she looked into his eyes and saw the sincerity behind them and Jason finally got the answer he wanted.
âYes. I will go on a date with you.â Jason lightly put the flowers down on the desk then rushed to Y/N and picked her up in a hug and spun them both making her squeal slightly before laughing. Jason could hardly believe it. She finally said yes and he was happy beyond compare.
âI guess I wonât have to go with Toddâs plan.â Jason thought to himself with a smirk as he set her down on the floor and handed her the flowers and she held them to her tightly, appreciating the gesture.
âBetter off this way anyway.â Jason smiled at her and she reciprocated it with one just as happy. She didnât know she was never going to be alone again
Thatâs how Jason finally won over his soulmate and he was never letting her go.
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All Men Have Limits - IV
Character: Dick Grayson x Reader x Bruce Wayne
Summary: A certain bat believes that Y/N is in way over her head, that sheâs too naive to act in her best interest. So, whether she wants it or not, the vigilante family is going to help and protect her before she gets herself killed.
Word Count: 3,800+
Previously onâŚ
As Y/N packed her bags, she was also brainstorming her route once she got to her safe house. Sheâs just stay there for a couple of nights. Then sheâd leave town. Gotham wasnât safe for her right now. And if she was out of city limits, The Court of Owls had less influence. Though she didnât doubt theyâd send an assassin to the other side of the world to hunt her down.
Y/N looked around her extravagant room.
She doubted sheâd ever be back here.
Things were gettingâŚcomplicated.
It was a cruel reminder for why she kept to herself. People meant drama. Drama meant distractions. And distractions meant she wasnât focused on the task at hand â which was bringing down the corrupt.
Y/N was just zipping up her duffle when there was a knock on her door.
âCome in!â She turned to see Dick walking in.
He eyed her bag. âWhat are you doing?â
âI was just about to go pack up my equipment in the cave.â
âNo, youâre not. Youâre staying here,â he confirmed.
She gave him a repulsed look. âUhhâŚNo, I am not. This mansion is about to be flooded with unidentified members of The Court.â
âSure is,â Dick smirked. âBut I have a solution.â
He held out his hand to show a bracelet. It looked expensive. The band was gold but there was a giant garnet gemstone at the center of it.
Dick handed it to Y/N.
âYou shouldnât have?â Y/N asked with confusion.
âI called in a favor with an old friend. Sheâs a magician.â
Y/N tried not to laugh, âA magician?â
Dick gave her a playful glare. âYeah, a magician. But itâs not tricks and gimmicks. She knows actual magic.â He tapped the gemstone. âWhen you wear this, youâll look like a different person. Itâs a cloaking spell.â
âWhy didnât you guys suggest this right away?â
Dick sighed. âBruce isnât fond of metas andâŚmagic.â
âWouldnât it be easier for me to just leave?â
âI would rather have you in disguise with our eyes on you, than have you out of reach,â he explained softly. âWhen youâre wearing this, all of us will still be able to see the real you. But not anyone else.â
âI donât want to go to this stupid gala. Iâll just wear this and stay in my room or the cave.â
âWellâŚthatâs the other part,â Dick cleared his throat awkwardly. âYouâre gonna be my date.â
Y/N blinked in surprise. She couldnât remember the last time anyone asked her on any kind of date. Not that Dick even asked. He more so told her.
âThat wasnât exactly a request, Dick.â
âEveryone knows everyone. If youâre by yourself, people will ask too many questions. But if youâre my date, no one will think twice why youâre there.â
âI-I donât have anything to wearâŚâ
Dick laughed lightly. âAlfred already sent out for a dress and shoes for you.â
ââŚwhy do I feel like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman?â
âCome on, Y/N. You know itâs not like that.â
Y/N remained annoyed.
âIâll be here at your door around 8 tonight, k?â Dick gave her a soft smirk.
âFine.â
âââââââ
This was just another night for Dick. Heâd been dragged to enough of these stupid galas to know the drill: wide smiles, forced laughter, and lay the charm on real thick. With the way this family handled their identities, they couldâve been a family of actors instead of vigilantes.
Dick straightened his cufflinks as he made his way to Y/Nâs room.
He could hear the murmurâs of the guest from the ballroom, proving just how many people were attending for the sound to reach him in such a giant manor.
There was a part of Dick that half expected Y/N to be in her usual baggy sweaters and leggings when he opened the door. A silent protest that she wasnât going to be anyoneâs arm candy tonight.
Dick knew he didnât give her much choice.
When his family had been discussing the situation, Dick tried to off to stay hidden out of sight with Y/N. But Alfred was having none of it. They all knew he took these events rather seriously. Especially one that was started and named after Bruceâs mother.
Dick knocked and turned his back to the door, he double checked there were no guests exploring where they shouldnât be.
When the door opened, Dick turned around and was stunned to silence.
âIs this bracelet working on you or do I really look that bad?â
Y/N shifted as he stared at her like sheâd cast a spell on him.
Dick was seeing Y/N. That was for sure.
âI see the dress fit,â he finally spoke.
What the hell was the matter with him? Thatâs really what he chose to say?
Though Y/N couldnât help but laugh at the comment. âThat it does.â
Dick woke up a bit and cleared his throat. âYou lookâŚbeautiful.â
He never had a problem charming women. So why is he suddenly talking like a total cave man?
âDonât look so surprised,â Y/N call him out teasingly. âJust because I dress like a scrub every day doesnât mean I donât know how to clean up.â
His brow furrowed at the first comment. âYouâve never looked like a scrub, Y/N.â
OK. OK. He was getting back to his normal self.
âWellâŚâ Y/N broke eye contact from her bashfulness. âThank you.â
Dick held out the hook of his arm. âShall we?â
Y/N inhaled, âRight.â
As soon as she hooked her hand onto Dickâs bicep, a wave of relief washed over her. She wasnât doing this alone; she was doing this with him at her side.
âSo, whatâs the the plan here?â Y/N asked nervously.
âThe plan is to blend in. Donât talk to any press. AndâŚâ He smirked. âIt wouldnât hurt to try and have a good time.â
âRight. Iâll try to do that while Iâm in a room possibly filled with people who want me deadâŚâ Y/N sighed.
âNot âpossibly.â There will be.â
Y/N narrowed her eyes at him. âWay to make me feel better, Dick.â
He laughed. âYouâll be fine. Iâll be with you the whole time. Damian, Tim, and Bruce will be there, too. And somehow Alfred convinced Jason to even make an appearance. Youâre not in this alone, Y/N.â
âMhmm,â Y/N answered as they arrived to the party. She didnât bother hiding that she was still extremely nervous and on edge.
âI did really mean it,â Dick told her quietly.
His tone made Y/N tear her eyes away from the party to look at him. âReally mean what?â
âYou look beautiful.â
His words didnât fumble this time. He was confident and clear, leaving no room for doubt or insincerity.
Y/N gave him a shy smile.
âIâm guessing a drink would make this a bit easier, huh?â Dick offered.
âYes. Yes, it would.â
Dick guided her to the nearest bar.
All the staff knew what the Wayne family looked like. Which meant the bartended skipped over all other guests and b-lined for Dick when he requested a drink, and then looked to Y/N to order what she wanted.
There was loud laughter from a group of people near them. Followed by a voice that Y/N thought she knew, but still sounded a bit off.
When Y/N looked over, she realized it was Bruce talking to a group of guests, who were absolutely fawning over him. He was smiling and laughing, and taking very frequent sips of his drink.
This was Bruce Wayne: the character. Charming playboy, debatable narcissist, and spoiled brat. But in the eyes of Gothamâs elite, he could do no wrong.
Y/N wondered if Bruce had ever considered bringing her as his date. âDonât you start,â said a voice inside her head.
Dick followed her eye line.
âDoesnât it make you nauseous watching him like this?â Y/N mumbled.
âNot Dick. The apple doesnât fall far from the tree,â Jason answered.
Dick and Y/N turned to see Jason and Damian.
Yes, Dick adopted Bruceâs charm. But he didnât rip himself into pieces, building characters that were unrecognizable to the people who actually knew him. Dickâs charm was a part of his personality. His flirtations came naturally. But he only used them on people he intended on building a genuine connection with. (Though Nightwing was guilty of using said charm on targets during missions a few times.)
Y/N looked around for Tim and saw him talking to what appeared to be serious businessman. He was the only one carrying on the legacy at Wayne Enterprises. If any of the boys needed to be here, it was Tim.
âShouldnât you guys be making rounds or something?â Y/N asked.
Jason shrugged. âPeople only cared about us when we were cute kids. Now weâre just spoiled adults who are the product of nepotism.â He smirked down at Damian. âBut this one isnât out of the clear yet.â
âDonât remind me,â Damian groaned. âAt the last one, a woman pinched my cheeks as if I was some toddler.â
âI thought I was about to watch him murder someone,â Dick added.
âI wanted to,â Damian clarified.
Dick started talking to Jason about something.
It provided Y/N the perfect window with the youngest Wayne.Â
âIâll sneak you alcohol if you do a mercy killing for me,â she offered Damian.
The boy looked amused but gave no indication that a deal was made.
âYour date that awful?â Jason teased as he smirked at Dick, who ignored him.
âDo you have the hearing of a dog? Fuckinâ Christ.â
The four of them stuck together for most of the night. Tim would touch base with them every so often. But he kept getting dragged away by board members or partners or anyone that wanted to kiss the ass of the future head of Wayne Enterprises.
Dick and Y/N were laughing at Jason about something when Dickâs face suddenly fell as he spotted something on the other side of the room.
âGod damn it, Damian.â Dick hissed as he put his drink down on the nearest counter. He turned to Y/N. âIâll be right back. Stay here.â
Y/N just nodded.
But then Jason seemed to spot the youngest brother as well.
âI should probably help him and do some damage control,â Jason sighed.
Y/N laughed and nodded for him to go ahead.
âNow you can see why I avoid these shit shows.â
She laughed but pushed him away, âGo help Dick.â
Now that Y/N was alone, her senses was hyper focused on the party around her.
As she reached for her drink, she noticed that her surrounding area had gone eerily quiet. And she felt far too many eyes on her. There were hushed whispers and even gasps.Â
âWould you care to dance?â A voice asked from behind her.
Y/Nâs entire body tensed.
She turned to see Bruce waiting patiently for her response.
But the look on his face was that of a man she didnât know.
Bruce had a charming glitter in his eyes and his smirk was arrogant.
Y/N looked around at their audience, then at the dance floor. She was desperately trying to remember the last time she danced with someone.
âUmmâŚI donât really know howââ her words came out so slowly.
âHow to dance?â Bruce offered.
Y/N nodded.
âYou just need a good partner,â he reassured her as he held out a hand.
âWhat a fucking line,â Y/N thought as she tried not to roll her eyes. She half expected him to add a wink.
Bruce guided her to the center of the dance floor and then pulled her closer with his right hand while his left wrapped around her hand.
Y/N wasnât expecting him to pull her so close, but their bodyâs were now pressed together.
Bruce moved his mouth to her ear. âRelax,â he murmured.
âItâs hard to relax when youâre using me to set up your new flavor of the week,â she criticized. âEveryone is watching us.â
Bruce may be used to such scrutiny, but Y/N had zero experience with it. And it was safe to say she hated it.
âTheyâre not looking at me. Theyâre looking at you,â Bruce corrected.
âA woman whoâs not even me. Itâs just the dress.â
âIâm happy you like it, seeing as I picked it out,â he commented smugly.
Y/Nâs chest tightened at the revelation.
âI see the real you right now, and thatâs who I asked to dance.â
Y/N wanted to make a run for it. She didnât want Bruce with an audience. She just wanted him to herself and she wanted him as he really was.
But her brain shut down for just this song and she followed her heart.
If Y/N concentrated hard enough, she could ignore all the invasive gawking. If she closed her eyes, it was just her and Bruce. So, Y/N tucked her head into his shoulder and let Bruce glide them across the floor.
Somehow she felt that Bruce was allowing himself this as well.
One song was not enough for what they both needed and wanted.
But Y/N would take what she could.
Though what she did not expect was to finally pull away to see Bruce looking utterly heartbroken. As if pulling away from her was the hardest thing heâd ever have to do. And for the first time, Y/N legitimately considered that Bruce might want the same thing as she did.
Heâll just never act on his feelings.
If Y/N had blinked, she couldâve missed the moment of honesty and vulnerability Bruce had colored all across his face â bleeding from his eyes.
Because, the next moment, the character was back.
As the party clapped for the band, someone called Bruceâs name. And their locked stare was broken.
And just like that, Y/N was snapped back to reality as if someone threw a bucket of freezing water over her.
Now that Bruce had moved on, no one bothered to keep their voices down. And the upperclass women of Gotham made it loud and clear that they were not pleased with Y/Nâs presence.
âSeems heâs found his next prey.â
âShe looks half his age, of course he would go for her. Typical man.â
âSheâll eventually learn like we all did.â
âI still say he was the best lay I ever had.â
âRemember when we both slept with him in the same week?â
Now Y/N wasnât just brought back to reality â she was put in her place.
Before she could even realize what was happening to stop it, her eyes were filled with tears. She had to get out of there.
âExcuse me,â Y/N whispered desperately and she tried to push her way through the crowd.
As soon as she made it outside, she let out a gasp. The fresh air helped, but it wasnât enough.
There wasnât any guests outside, but Y/N didnât feel a safe enough distance from the party. The gardens and maze were in her peripheral and it took her all of two seconds to decide that would be her safe haven.
She hurried through the maze and prayed that no drunken couples had tried to also sneak away from prying eyes.Â
But when Y/N reached the center of the maze, she was alone.
A fountain sat in the middle and the sound of its moving water calmed Y/N down a bit. But even that couldnât stop her tears from finally escaping.
Y/N sat on the edge of the fountain as she tried to get a hold of herself. She could only imagine what this was doing her makeup that she spent an hour doing.Â
âWhat a waste,â she thought.
Her escape was short lived.Â
Dick called her name repeatedly from a distance.
Y/N panicked at the idea of him catching her crying. She quickly tried to hide any evidence of tears and pull herself together.
Dick finally caught up and let out a sigh of relief from behind her.
âY/N, you canât run off like that,â he tried to tell her.
He opened his mouth to lecture her further, but when he finally made it around the fountain and was facing her, his concern shifted.Â
âWhatâs wrong? What happened?â
âNothing,â Y/N struggled to speak without sounding nasally. âIâm fine.â
âNo, youâre not. You were crying.â
âIâm fine,â she tried to laugh. âSeriously, Dick.â
But he wasnât having any of it. He moved to sit next to her on the edge of the fountain. Without hesitating, he wrapped an around her shoulder and pulled her into him.
âCome here,â he muttered softly.
Why did it feel so natural for him to do that? Like heâd done it a million times before?
He rubbed her arms. âJesus. Youâre freezing.â
Then he was taking off his suit jacket and putting it over her shoulders. But he didnât miss a beat, quickly bringing her back into his arms again.
âWanna tell me whatâs got you so upset?â Dick asked after a few minutes of silently comforting her.
âItâs stupid.â
âItâs not stupid to me if it made you cry.â
Y/N took in a shaky breath, feeling like she was on the cusp of crying again. âIâm just like the rest of them.â
Dick waited, feeling like she needed to say more before he spoke.
âThey were whispering terrible things. But it was everything I already knew. Iâm just another stupid girl that managed to convince herself that she was different.â
Dick was silent as he processed his words. It wasnât hard for him to know Y/N was talking about Bruce, even thought she never uttered his name.Â
âIâve got an idea,â Dick announced. âLetâs ditch this stupid gala. Get out of these clothes. Put on some sweatpants. And Iâll have Alfred order us as much pizza and wings as you want.â
Now Y/N wanted to cry for a completely different reason.
Dick was the sweetest man sheâd ever met.
âSound like a plan?â He asked her when she didnât respond and instead just stared into his blue eyes.
Y/N nodded.
âWe can even invite my good-for-nothing brothers if thatâll make you happy.â
Her first instinct was to say yes. They all amused her beyond belief. Watching the way they all interacted with each other was like watching a reality show. And it was always obvious how much they loved each other deep down â even with Damian, who would rather die than admit such a thing.
But if all of them were included, who knew when Bruce would eventually make an appearance. And Y/N just didnât think she could be in a room with him again tonight.Â
âJust you and me,â she clarified.
That seemed to please Dick and he nodded.Â
âJust you and me,â he confirmed as he offered her a hand up.Â
When they started walking back to the manor, Dick wrapped an arm around her shoulder, keeping her close to his side.
âIâm going to ask you a question and I need you to be completely honest with me,â but she said it through a smile. Â
Dick looked a bit nervous, but nodded. âAlright.â
âDo you know how to order takeout on your own?â
Dick threw his head back and laughed. âHow dare you!â
He pinched her waist, making her yelp. But he didnât let her escape his hold. âYes, I do. In fact, when Iâm at my own place, I live off takeout. And let me tell you, no one can order food quite like I can. Thank you very much.â Â
Once they reached the second floor of the manor, the two of them parted ways to changed out of their fancy clothes.
Y/N washed her face, scrubbing the layers of makeup off. But before she could rid herself of the evidence, she noticed the smeared mascara and eyeliner.Â
Words could not describe the relief of putting on baggy sweatpants and a hoodie and fluffy socks after wearing a fitted gown and high heels.
30 minutes later, just as promised, Dick was bringing up a huge pizza and a box of wings to Y/Nâs bedroom.
They ate on the floor. Dick managed to light the fireplace that was in there, because Y/N didnât know what to do with the thing. The television was on, but neither of them were watching it. It was simply white noise.
Two hours later, Y/N was laughing so hard at a story Dick was telling her that she had tears in her eyes and her stomach hurt.
âI donât believe you!â
âIâm not kidding. Ask Jason. He took my clothes and I was ass naked, running through the streets of Gotham. I wanted to kill him.â
Y/N grabbed another wing and got sauce all over her face.
âWhat?â She asked when Dick was watching her with adoration. âDo I have sauce on my face?â
He tried to hide his smile. âNope.â
She knew he was lying and then purposely smeared more sauce around her lips. âHow about now? Do I have anything now?â
âNo. Nothing.â
âOn a scale of 1 to 10, how attractive am I right now?â Y/N laughed as she wiped the sauce off her face with napkins.
â11,â Dick responded without hesitating.
The playfulness was sucked out of the room when they both heard how serious his tone was.
Y/Nâs face went somber as she looked down at the floor. âIâm sorry I didnât dance with you.â She laughed lightly, âIâm a lousy date, huh?â
âThatâs not true,â he immediately shot down. âThis is the most fun Iâve hadâŚâ His words died out when he realized he couldnât even remember. âWell, itâs the most fun Iâve had in awhile.â
âMe too,â she replied with a quiet sweetness.
Through her full-body laughter, she had moved closer to Dick without realizing it.
He glanced at her lips. He just couldnât help himself.Â
The thing about Dick wearing his heart on his sleeve was that it was nearly impossible for him to hide his feelings, his desires. It was all in those blue eyes of his, waiting to easily be read by someone. Â
And while Y/N looked at him looking at her, she felt beautiful. Because that was all Dick could possibly think as he stared at her.
Neither knew who leaned in first. Perhaps this was their dance that they werenât able to have earlier.
But they made up for it by sharing an impassioned kiss now.Â
Dickâs lips were softer than Y/N expected. His hands gripped her waist possessively, making it very clear what he wanted â but still being ever so gentle and soft with his touches.
One of Dickâs hands moved from her waist up her back to tangle his fingers in her hair. He tugged on the strands and pulled her closer, deepening the kiss.
They both could slightly taste the pizza and wings on each otherâs lips, but neither of them cared at all.
The kiss didnât last long enough for either of their liking.
But Y/N pulled away anyways, gasping for air a bit.
âIâm sorry,â she sighed.Â
âYou donât have to be sorry,â he whispered through hooded eyes as he brushed some hair away from her face. âIâve been wanting to do that for awhile,â he added with a smirk.
But Y/N wasnât really sorry about the kiss.Â
She was sorry because she knew that things were far more complicated than ever.
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Part V
Happy Valentineâs Day!!!Â
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Damian Wayne Dating HCs
Pairing :: older/adult!Damian Wayne x fem!Reader
Headcanon :: How Damian gets into and acts in a relationship
Word Count :: 1,676
Warnings :: N/A
A/N :: The image Iâm using I created with Artbreeder.Â
I didnât call Damian âRobinâ and referred to him as a vigilante because Dick stopped being Robin at 25, Jason 22, and Tim 18. The Damian Iâm writing is 22. We donât see much of Older!Damian, and when we do heâs either taken up the mantle of Batman or The Demonâs Head for The League Of Assassins
Getting into a relationship (all of this is in roughly a year) :
Neither you nor Damian know when you started dating, it just sort of happened
He met you at a bookstore you worked at, and you noticed he always came in buying older books about history, warfare, and strategies.
You found the warfare and strategies odd at first but chose not to question it
You asked him out first.
âWhy do you always buy these books?â âI like history.â âOh cool, I do too... Wanna hang out and talk about the First Battle of Tarain?â
You were joking, he said yes to get out of doing a thing with Tim
You each thought it was going to be a small amount of time spent together at some local cafe. You two ended up staying until closing talking about history.
This becomes a bi-weekly thing, you meet up at the cafe, talk until it closes, or go out and talk in a nearby park until sunset.
Damianâs family notices, but choose not to question what heâs doing because itâs seemingly making him less annoyed with people
Dick starts getting curious when he sees Damian smile just a tad bit looking at a text from you
You text him random facts all the time, but theyâre weird. âDid you know squirrels are behind most power outages in the US?â
Eventually, you two stop talking about just history and start talking about other things that interest each of you and your personal lives.Â
You open up more than Damian
Damian pays close attention when he notices youâre talking about something youâre genuinely passionate about He pays attention to detail in general.
For your birthday he got you a leather swiss army medic bag from WWII. You cried tears of joy and jumped onto him for a big long hug.
That was the first time Damianâs heart skipped a beat. After seeing you overjoyed, he realized he likes seeing you happy. It gave him a warm feeling, but he doesnât know yet he has feelings for you.
Yours and Damianâs first âofficial dateâ was to a fancy Wayne Ent. event. This time Damian asked you. Heâs super stiff.
âWould you like to accompany me to the upcoming-â âAre you asking me out on a date??â âNo, Iâm asking you to accompany me-â âIâll go.â
No one in his family knows your coming, except for Alfred because he was asked to pick you up and bring you to the manor the day of. Alfred is confused the entire car ride because you act super chill
When you show up, the other boys surround you. Dick realizes who you are instantly, Jason thinks youâre not human, Tim is afraid youâre like Damian.
Bruce is silent, and a bit thankful his son found a normal human
Damian picked out your outfit: A fancy dark Sacramento green dress with black heels, a pearl necklace, and pearl bracelets to match.
You panicked when you saw the jewelry and Damian instantly goes into âcomfort modeâ to reassure you itâs fine. The family is shook.
At the actual event, you feel SUPER AWKWARD. Your family had enough to get by in life, so you feel very out of place around all the rich people
Damian can tell youâre uncomfortable and so he tries to hold onto you at all times to help you feel comfortable
Ex: He holds your hand, puts a hand on your shoulder, stands directly next to you so your arms are touching.
You eventually feel comfortable, but, youâre both bored there, so you suggest hiding in the outside garden
Finally alone, you two start talking about the other batboys
âDoes Dick always try to show off odd party tricks?â âOnly when he sees a pretty lady.â
âWhy was Jason just standing in the corner looking at everyone?â âHe doesnât like dressing up.â
âCome on, thereâs no way Timâs actually happy here.â âDid you see him on the dance floor?â He has awesome dance moves, heâs just very energetic.
You eventually start talking about something else.
You can hear the music from inside, so you two start slow dancing together.
Heâs holding one of your hands and has a hand placed on the small of your back. You rest your head on his shoulder and have your free hand flat on his chest.
Itâs in this instant you each realize you have feelings for one another.
You two swayed around slowly until the song eventually ended.
When you two pull away, you stare into his green eyes briefly before you place a hand on his cheek and pull him down for a kiss.
Once In A Relationship :
You and Damian are a good pair because heâs serious and youâre go-with-the-flow. If he starts over-analyzing something, you start relaxing him.Â
You two spend at least one day a week together, and you constantly text each other basic messages like âHow was your day?â, âAre you okay?â, âGood morning/nightâ, âHave a nice dayâ
If you take over an hour to reply to Damian he gets anxious something bad happened to you.
He legitimately gets ready to start searching EVERY PART of Gotham until he gets a text âSorry, I was taking a nap. Long day at work.â
When you two are together, youâre usually out or at your apartment. He only takes you to the manor if none of the other guys are there.
He took you once with everyone there. Never again.
Dick: âOh my god! Look! He has a little girlfriend! How cute, Damianâs growing up.â âIâm 22.â
Tim: âYou⌠You look so nice. Why? How is she so nice and youâre so⌠you.â âIâll murder you and make it look like an accident.â
Jason: âHow? Did you threaten her? Is he threatening you?â âDames is super sweet.â
When you call Damian âDamesâ, your nickname for him, they all lose their shit.
âDAMES?â âYOU HAVE A NICKNAME FOR HIM?â âDA-ME-SSS?â âDO YOU HAVE MORE?â âD-A-M-E-S?â
Your nicknames for Damian: Dame, Love, and Mr. Serious
Damianâs nicknames for you: Beloved, Love, and Sunflower
He briskly drags you away before you can say anything else, and you just go with it.Â
â??I thought we were going to talk more to your brothers??â âTheyâre not my brothers.â âOkay. I appreciate you.â â.....I appreciate you too.â
You two donât say âI love youâ very often. Instead, you say âI appreciate youâ. You do say âI love youâ in private/intimate moments, but in public/at random you say âI appreciate youâ
Damian isnât possessive, just protective. Thereâs a difference.Â
Heâs never been in a serious relationship before and heâs never loved someone romantically like with you before, so he wants to make sure youâre safe and comfortable 24/7
The first time a random guy catcalled you while you were with Damian, he instantly defended your honor.
âWhat did you say?â He grabs the guy and easily raises him a foot off the ground. He forces the guy to apologize and lets him fall on the ground after.
Quickly, you reassured Damian he doesnât need to go to such lengths to âdefend your honorâ. You tell him to ignore people like that guy because theyâre nobodies.
After a few months, you start to pick up on the fact you two rarely spend time together after sunset.
You questioned him once about it and he quickly told you itâs because he helps his father with Wayne Ent. You never questioned him again.
You didnât 100% believe his answer, but trust he wouldnât do anything to hurt you
One time you called him crying at night. He was about to go on patrol, then dropped everything to go to your apartment and make sure you were okay.
Damian got a key to your apart about a year into the relationship.
There are times you go to sleep alone and wake up with him asleep, arms wrapped around you. He doesnât do this often, only after a rough night on a patrol or a particularly dark mission.
Damianâs usually a realist, but when he sees you smile and laugh, he becomes an optimist for a split second
He isnât big on PDA, so depending on his mood sometimes you hold hands when walking, other times you just lock your pinkies together.
When one of you notices the other is upset though, then you get touchy to calm the other down
Sometimes, when you two are alone at your apartment or the mansion, you donât speak. You just rest and enjoy the silence while laying on top of one another.
If you lay on Damian, youâre literally on top of him snuggling into his chest. He holds one of your hands and rubs your back.
If Damian lays on you, youâre usually sitting and he places his head on your lap. You love playing and messing around with his hair.
When you found out Damianâs a vigilante, it was a massive accident
You called him while he was on patrol, whispering in a shaking voice that two men had broken into your apartment.
He booked it to your apartment and busted through the window, in costume.
After taking care of the guys and handing them over to the authority, he starts questioning you to make sure youâre okay. When you donât answer he realizes heâs still in costume talking to you now.
Youâre in shock because now a lot of things make sense.
Youâre upset for about an hour(because Damian knows how to make you happy when youâre angry) and then youâre utterly fascinated by Damianâs other life
Damian tells you he doesnât want you to know a lot because it could put you in danger and youâre the one part of his life thatâs normal
You accept his wishes and continue with your relationship as normal.
There are only two things that changed:
One: Damian moves you to a more secure apartment and makes sure you have plenty of bats or batons you could use to protect yourself âjust in caseâ
Two: Damian spends almost every night at your apartment after patrol now
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⥠prompt: âi thought you were dead? for years, i thought you were dead! and i hate that i still love you and never moved on!âÂ
⥠pairing: tim drake (red robin) x fem! reader
⥠lyric inspiration: âyouâre riding high in April, shot down in May but I know Iâm going to change that tune when Iâm back on top in June. I said thatâs life and as funny as that may seem, some people get their kicks stomping on a dream.â
⥠note: not checked for grammar or spelling mistakes / please check the pinned tweet please! since iâm very low on inspiration.
Tim Drake stared at you, mouth wide open, not knowing what to say or do. he felt like he saw a ghost. you were standing across the room, talking amongst others as they instantly crowded around you. everyone had thought the same thing Tim did and only a selective few knew about your whereabouts.Â
you were giving Dick a hug, whispering in his ear about how much you missed him as Damian stood there dumbfounded. Jason was not in the room or else you knew that he would be giving you an earful about the entire situation. Jason always did think of you as a sister when you first started dating Tim.Â
âwhat the fuck happened to you?â Damian screamed, finally coming into the realization of the situation, âyou were dead! we saw you die! all of us did!â he continued. you bent down, giving him a hug as he didnât bother to try and deny it.Â
âitâs a long story. i was under secrecy for a long time and couldnât tell or say anything without me getting caught,â you told him. you looked to Dick who still couldnât believe what was going on, âit mustâve been a monumental mission if you were technically dead for three years and I couldnât know about it,â he replied.Â
you nodded, whispering to him that youâd tell them the details later, âis...he around?â you asked, referencing Tim. Dick moved a bit to the left, revealing the man you were still madly in love with. you felt yourself gulp, scared on his reaction, âoh god, I never realized how bad this is,â Dick whispered to himself, sensing the tension immediately.Â
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you swinging around the Batcave, Batman clearly annoyed with your antics as you finally plopped down next to him, âaww câmon Bruce! live a little! this Batcave is so depressing and need I say, dark?â you said, hearing the door jingle open.Â
âgreat, the boys are here,â he murmured, realizing that introductions had to happen between you and his sons. Bruce had taken you in a few months ago, under the guise that you needed a better mentor, âyou havenât met them, right?â he asked.Â
you shook your head no, âcourse I havenât! itâs my first week in Gotham!â you exclaimed happily. you did hero work out of the west coast and happened to finally land in Gotham for the first time ever, âalthough I did run into Damian earlier in the week so I think heâll recognize me!âÂ
Tim and Dick were the ones who walked in, conversing about some Gotham football game. you smiled at the two boys as they stopped dead in their tracks, âuh....Bruce, who is this?â Dick asked, pointing at you. you stood up, shaking their hands, âIâm ( your name )! Bruceâs new apprentice!â you explained.Â
the two sighed, Dickâs first thought being if Alfred knew about you. Tim on the other hand didnât exactly respond as quick. you were oddly excitable, not exactly the personality that ran rampant across the âfamilyâ, âapprentice or daughter?â Dick asked, a bit playfully.Â
âsheâs an apprentice. no need to adopt someone whoâs already an adult,â he replied as he stood up himself, âshe came from the west coast so she doesnât exactly know her way around here. itâd be helpful if one of you showed her around. I donât trust Jason or Damian enough,â he said, walking to another one of the computers.Â
âStephanie isnât around?â Damian asked, walking inside of the cave, âsheâs already acquainted with her and she isnât available to do it right now so itâs up to Dick or you Tim,â Bruce repeated. Dick looked to his brother with his eyebrow lifted up, âwell?â he asked Tim.Â
the two of them went to look at you who was already not paying attention to what was going on. you were nose deep into a computer with music blaring inside of your headphones, âI swear that girl has ADHD or something,â Damian murmured to his brothers, âbut I think Drake should do it! you just love getting to know people, donât you?â Damian pressured.Â
Bruce nodded in agreement, âitâs settled, youâre showing her around!â Tim stared at Damian, ready to attack the gremlin with his bare hands, âappreciate it Tim!â you yelled from your seat, surprising the three who thought you couldnât hear what they were saying.Â
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it was already a few months into your internship with the Batfamily. you had gotten closer with Jason, Stephanie, and because of your relationship with Dick, you befriended Starfire as well. even though your work was constantly surrounding you around Tim, you werenât around him much unless it had to do with work.Â
âwhere you heading off too?â Jason asked, seeing you all dressed up, âStar, Barbara, and Steph wanted to go out for the night since we arenât on duty so weâre going to get drinks up the street,â you told him. he nodded, looking to Tim and seeing the way he was checking you out, âwhy do you go with them, Tim?â he asked.Â
Tim looked at Jason with a bewildered expression, âwhy would I be the only guy in the group?â he asked sarcastically. you on the other hand jumped up in joy, âyou should!â you exclaimed, âcome on! it would be amazing! you know you want too!â you poked Timâs side in anticipation.Â
he sighed, slipping a bit on the couch, âfine,â he muttered, making you excited all over again. you gave him a few minutes to get himself together, âyou know he likes you, right?â Jason told you. you laughed out of genuine shock, âwho? Tim? yeah right!â you let out another laugh, not believing he was lying to your face, âfine, donât believe me but itâs pretty obvious.âÂ
you couldnât say much else as Tim walked out, hair restyled and threw on a different jacket, âready?â he asked, hands deep in his pockets. you nodded, throwing Jason a scrap piece of paper before heading out the door as Dick walked inside, âmeeting the girls?â he asked.Â
âyeah and Iâm taking your brother as a hostage,â Dick was surprised, âdid you finally?â he started to ask before Tim screamed at him to shut up, âhow about we leave,â Tim told you, discreetly hitting Dick on the back of his leg as retaliation.Â
the two of you walked out as you told Tim that the place you usually went out with the girls was in walking distance, âI think theyâre going to be surprised you even decided to leave your apartment,â you joked as he rolled his eyes playfully, âI donât think theyâll mind. at least Stephanie can stop saying that I never go out,â he said.Â
you laughed softly, âyeah you might be going out with a bunch of girls but it sure beats being stuck inside playing video games or doing work,â you replied, âyeah, guess your right,â you two walked inside of the restaurant, already seeing Steph, Starfire, and Barbara sitting at the usual table.Â
the three girls had their mouth hanging as they saw you walking in with Tim, âhe actually came out?â Barbara screamed, not believing Tim was actually out, âyeah, figured it was better than staying in for the night!â you said excitedly.Â
âI couldnât even get him to come out with me at times and I dated him,â Steph murmured under her breath to Star. she laughed as you pulled chairs for you and Tim, âIâm getting first round of shots!â you told the group excitedly. Star and Barbara had followed you to the bar, leaving Steph and Tim in a small awkward silenceÂ
âyou like her donât you?â she asked. Tim nodded, figuring it was better to just tell the truth than to lie, âthatâs cute! sheâs a great girl. Iâm happy you finally found someone else but I will say one thing, I think you better get a move on with your feels with her because I know a few others who have an interest in her and one might be on your team,â she said, not so subtly hinting at Connor.Â
Tim was taken back by what Stephanie was telling her but remained silent, âand I think sheâd say yes on Connor so you better be quick,â she laughed, seeing Timâs slightly jealous eyes. you returned to the table, giving everyone their glass as you raised yours in the air, âto Tim! for actually leaving his house for once!â you screamed as they all raised their glass and took the shot down.
throughout the night, Tim saw the way you were singing and dancing with Steph and Star, your terrible drunk singing voice getting louder as they played âpoker faceâ by lady gaga towards the end of the night.Â
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you stared at Riddler, seeing that he was ready to attack Tim with full intentions to kill him. you debated for a moment, saving a few civilians from getting mildly hurt or seeing your boyfriend get killed? you chose the latter and ran to Tim who was not paying attention in the slightest at what Riddler was doing.Â
âRed!â you screamed, your feet moving as fast as they could and pushing him out of the way. you felt the slice of the knife into your stomach as you had successfully pushed Tim to safety, âfuck,â you whispered, seeing the blood already pooling underneath you.Â
although you getting hurt was already pre-planned, you had no intentions of getting hurt this badly, âfuck, fuck, fuck,â you continued, trying to grab your cape to stop the bleeding, Tim stared down at you, seeing the blood gushing at a rate too dangerous for his liking, âhold on, please hold on!â he screamed, moving you out of harms way.Â
Bruce had saw you giving him the signal, weakly but you still gave it to him. it was your only chance for your pre-planned mission to actually succeed and the start of that plan was to make you die in front of everyone. Bruce had swung down from the stairs, seeing the way your eyes closed.Â
âshe needs to go to the hospital,â he told Tim, making him rush you to the hospital himself. he knew this was the only time he would be able to say his goodbyes to you and he need to make it count, âgo now!â he yelled.Â
Tim dragged your almost lifeless body to the nearest hospital, screaming at the staff that you needed help immediately. the nurses grabbed your body, hauling it to the OR as Tim sat there, blood all over his uniform as he watched you get wheeled into the hallway.Â
it felt like hours by the time they gave an update to all of them. Bruce, Tim, Dick, Jason, Steph, Barbara, and Damian, were sitting in the waiting area, munching on food nervously as the nurse came out of the hallway, eyes bleary with tears.Â
âshe didnât make it out of surgery. she passed.âÂ
all of them (for the exception of Bruce), immediately bursted into tears. Tim more than anyone had fell to the ground, having no control of his body as he screamed that it couldnât be true and that you werenât actually gone. a part of Bruceâs heart broke seeing his son having a mental breakdown but he knew for their safety and yours, he couldnât say a word.Â
the following days were left to plan your funeral as the nurses who relied your wishes stated that you wanted a closed casket for no one, not even Tim, to see your dead body. Tim hadnât spoken a word to anyone as he only spoke up when it came for him to plan your arrangements.Â
they buried your casket with your uniform laying on top of it as they all saw your casket get lower and lower to the ground. Tim was by this point sobbing as he couldnât have cared who saw and who didnât.Â
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Dick grabbed Damian, moving themselves to another part of the room as you walked slowly to Tim. he had yet to say anything but as soon as you locked eyes with him, you both let out sobs to each other. Tim grabbed you by the arms, bringing you into a hug as he sobbed into your shoulders.Â
âwhat the fuck is going on?â he yelled, not knowing what to say, âIâm alive Timmy. I didnât die that night,â you practically sobbed back to him. he released you, now anger and sadness crossing over him, âwhat the fuck do you mean you didnât die?â he screamed, scaring Dick and Damian in the process.Â
you sat on the ground, trying to compose yourself, âI went on an undercover mission for league. I had to die in order to protect not only myself but all of you and the entire league. which explains why I look different,â you murmured the last part.Â
âI thought you were dead. for years, I thought you were dead! and I hate that I still love you and never moved on!â he exclaimed, seeing the way you stared at him heartbrokenly, âyou think I wanted this to happen? it was for the betterment of the league if I took on this mission. I never wanted to leave you or Steph, hell I didnât want to leave any of you but I had too! it broke my heart knowing what I had to do!â you yelled back.Â
Tim bent down, taking you into his arms, âwhat the hell are we going to do?â he whispered in your ear, not knowing how to respond to any of this rationally. you shrugged as the two of you tried to calm yourselves down from the hysterics you both were throwing,��âI just need you here with me,â you whispered back.Â
Tim nodded, not releasing you from the hug you were giving him. âI wonât. I wonât let you go! not anymore!â he replied. you laughed through your tears as you heard someone else walk into the room.Â
âwhat the fuck.....â you heard Steph and Jasonâs voice scream through the Batcave, âwhat the FUCK is going on?â they screamed in panic.Â
hehehe a cliffhangerÂ
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This is weird.
You look up from your textbook at the scrawny boy across from you. The circles under his eyes look especially dark as the blue light from his tablet shines on his face.
Yeah, this situation is super weird.
Youâre ashamed to admit it, but youâve been avoiding Dick a little bit lately.
Youâre still pleasant to him in class, and you see him at the study group sessions, but you donât try to make the effort to see him in situations where itâs just the two of you.
Youâre just not ready to see him with all these feelings brewing inside you.
So the last thing you wanted was to run into his little brother, especially when you purposefully went to another coffee shop across town just so you wouldnât run into Dick.
Still, youâre surprised Tim chose to sit with you after ordering 4 shots of espresso over ice.
âThe ice makes it cold so you canât taste how bitter it isâ he had told you when you looked at his drink with a skeptical expression.
Well, itâs not a problem, you think taking a sip of your chai tea. Tim seems like a quiet person, heâs only said a handful of words to you so far, he probably wonât even bring up -
âSo are you and Dick fighting?â Tim asks without looking up and you choke on your tea.
âSo you are fightingâ he hums as his gaze trails from his tablet to you. He figured Dick was being paranoid, honestly, even Tim thought following you to the coffee shop and pretending that he just ran into you was overkill.
Man, he figured you were just in the middle of some misunderstanding. Heâs usually right about these things. Timâs not going to lie, it stings to know Dick was on the nose about this one.
âItâs not that weâre fighting,â because you both really arenât, thereâs only going to be a fight if he finds out how you feel and how uncomfortable your new feelings make him considering he already has someone he loves.
âI just donât want to get between him-â
âAnd Nightwing?â Tim supplies for you and your eyes widen.
âYou know?â Tim nods in response.
You think Tim is saying he knows his brother and Nightwing are dating.
Tim thinks that you found out Dick got reprimanded a few weeks ago because he was spotted chatting with you on your balcony. He was able to play it off as just a normal chat but he would be risking exposing you to every villain in Gotham if they ever found out your were someone important to him.
âMaybe you are-â Tim hums. You feel like a lightning bolt has struck your spine. So Dick does know about your feelings - or at least suspects something.
âBut thatâs not exactly a bad thingâ Tim finishes, and you raise an eyebrow. You wait for an explanation but Timâs already turned back to his tablet, typing away.
You look at the city, buildings springing up like trees from the concrete, their jagged edges like the crooks of a mountain. Nothingâs really changed. Not the buildings, or the skyline, not the stars in the inky black void of outer space. Not the city that never seems to sleep, the idle chatter of cars and civilians always whirring in the distance.
The only thing that has seemed to change, is you.
âThat smells good, is it green tea?â
Well, one other thing has changed. You find a smile twitching onto your mouth as you hand Nightwing the mug in your hands. Heâs perched on the ledge of your balcony, legs swing against the bars.
You get anxious just watching him.
âI had a feeling youâd stop by, itâs cherry blossom green tea, I think youâll like it.â Itâs a naturally sweet tea, so he should find it suits his taste considering he seems to share the same disposition for sweet things as his boyfriend.
You know that encounter with Tim this morning was weird, but the fact that youâve kind of become late-night tea and chat buddies with your love rival is even weirder.
Looks like you canât even make friends in a normal way.
âYouâre a lifesaver,â he grins taking a sip of the hot beverage with a satisfied smile. The hum he lets out afterward sends shivers down your spine. Geez, no wonders Dick has it so bad for him.
You wonder what kind of noises he makes when theyâre together-
Nope. Nope. No. Nope. No.
That was too far, your imagination really needs to get a grip.
âSo how are things with you and that guy you love?â You flinch at the mention, choosing to take an unusually long sip of tea right then.
âThat good huh?â Nightwing snorts, and you sigh. Youâre not going to tell him about the cryptic conversation you had with Tim, especially considering the fact that he doesnât seem to support their relationship.
Dick feels a little frustrated, as he watches you avoid his eyes. The whole thing seems off like thereâs something missing. So you donât want to be seen with Dick Grayson, but you donât mind midnight tea talk with Nightwing- and you tell Tim how you donât want to get in between him and his superhero persona- and then you wave him over when you see heâs a rooftop over-
It just doesnât make any sense.
And worst of all-you look so pretty standing there, even with that sad look on your face.
âWell you know what they say-â you let out a dry laugh, âto get over someone, you have to get under someone elseâ
Itâs just a joke - a bad joke, youâre helping itâll ease the tension. You figure Nightwing will make a dumb joke or pun back, and this whole thing can be behind you when he says-
âGet under me thenâ youâre so taken aback but what heâs said youâre sure he must have heard wrong. But when you look away from the green tea in your mug to his face, that chiseled face is only a few inches away from your own.
Before you can open your mouth to ask what heâs doing so close to you, his lips are pressed over your own. His gloved fingers ghosting over your cheek, holding it so tenderly that the action sends shivers down your spine.
Dick pulls away, fingers retreating to his domino mask, he doesnât want to confess to you as Nightwing he wants to do it as Dick-
When you slap him.
This has seriously been the worst day. Dick sighs as he turns the water faucet to his shower off, grabbing his towel from the rack.
First, he forgets his cell phone at home on a Monday afternoon, so heâs got nothing to do to pass the time while he patrols.
Then the girl he likes slaps him before running back into her apartment without another word, probably to go cry-
And finally, to make the perfect end to the perfect day Dick got caught in a spontaneous rainstorm, getting soaked to the bone on his way back home. He figured Gotham could wait for a few hours and decided to come home a little early.
âI wouldnât be surprised if I catch a coldâ he mumbles tying his robe around his waist, his hands moving the towel to dry his hair, stopping mid-motion when he hears several very urgent knocks.
Well, who could it be at this hour? Heâs considering ignoring it, probably just one of his brothers wanting to use his shower, when he hears several more knocks.
âGeez Jason, the neighbors are going to complainâ he hisses, as he clings open the door, fully expecting to see his younger brother drenched to the bone and creating a puddle in the middle of his apartment building's hallway.
And someone is standing in the middle of his apartment building's communal hallway, drenched to the bone and creating a puddle in the hallway. But itâs not Jason, itâs you.
He only pulls you inside his apartment, the door clicking behind you when you break down into tears.
âI-Iâm so sorry! I really didnât mean to, I should have known better but- I didnât think it would happenâ The words are jilted by your tears and your chattering teeth. Did you run all the way here? Dick wonders as he starts using his slightly damp towel to dry your hair.
âI really didnât want it, Dick, I promise I didnât-â you clasp his arm now jilting his movements. In the pandemonium, he completely forgot that you were the one that slapped him just a few hours ago, and now youâre the one apologizing for something?
âWhat are you talking about?â he sees your gulp hard, your eyes averted like a dog that realizes heâs accidentally snapped at his owner. And then, with clenched eyes and your hands balled into fists you shout:
âNightwing kissed me!â Yeah, he knows, he was there. Kinda weird that youâre referring to him with his superhero persona. You look at him earnestly now- clasping both of his hands in yours.
âI promise I didnât mean to make a pass at your boyfriend or steal him away from you.â
.
..
...
Huh?
Youâre babbling about how âYou could do so much better than a guy like that Dickâ and âif it was me- I would never do something like thatâ when the flashbulb finally goes off over his head.
Oh.
Ohhhhhhhh. You think heâs dating Nightwing. This actually explains a lot.
âHere come with meâ he grabs onto your numb wrist before you can answer, tugging you towards his bedroom. Your eyes staring into his robe-covered back.
Oh no, you canât believe you didnât realize it before.
Nightwingâs here isnât he? That would answer why he hasnât answered any of the texts youâve sent him. Who would when they were busy having a romantic liaison with their lover. And obviously, he spun some different story for Dick, probably that you kissed him. And now youâre going to have to confront them both and pray that Dick believes you-
Only to your surprise, the bedroom is empty, and Dickâs fiddling around with something in his rather large wardrobe. Before you can ask what heâs doing he pulls out a suit-
It almost looks like a wet suit, with accents of blue amongst the sleek black- so he surfs? Is he showing off right now?
But then your eyes land on the bright blue symbol smack dab in the middle of the chest.
So Nightwing was here, and he did spin another story! Youâre mentally preparing your best argument when you look into Dickâs baby blue eyes stare into your own, softening as they gaze warmly at you.
â(Y/N), Iâm Nightwingâ
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..
...
(Y/N).exe is broken
Dick watches you gulp hard. Then he watches you slide past him, each step pronounced with a squeak, and step into his wardrobe before closing it from the inside.
â(Y/N)!â
â(Y/N)âs dead, so she canât come to the phone anymoreâ Dick can practically feel the embarrassment radiate through the wardrobe door, and in spite of the situation, Dick laughs. He laughs so hard you actually swing open the door, crouched at the bottom of his wardrobe.
âItâs not funny Dick! Do you know how worried I was about you! I thought Bruce Wayne was homophobic and that you were leading some double life!â Dick only laughs harder at that. To be fair, he is leading a double life, just not the one you imagined he was.
âWell youâre not totally wrong,â he says between chuckles, sitting on the ground outside your wardrobe next to you. âI like guys and girls, but Bruce had it figured out before I even did,â he says with a shrug, mouth quirked up into a grin. His cheeks hold a rosy tinge, but somehow his red cheek is even brighter-
Ah, thatâs the cheek you slapped.
Without thinking you reach out to him, your thumb caressing the swollen flesh. Dick doesnât flinch away, relaxing into your touch.
âSorry about that, I thought your boyfriend was cheating on you,â you say with a sheepish smile. Dick grins even wider.
âWould the response have been the same if you knew it was me?â Thereâs a hopeful glint in his eyes and you feel your heartbeat stutter.
Is he stupid?
If you knew it was Dick if you knew it was the boy you loved sitting on your balcony railing drinking tea with you all those times-
âOf course I wouldnât haveâ
And Dick doesnât wait another moment, leaning forward to catch your lips in his own.
This time you donât slap him. Instead, you place both hands on his face and pull him in closer.
BONUS:
âSo youâre Nightwing-â you say, sitting cross-legged across from Dick in a marching bathrobe in his bed. He insisted you shower, he didnât want you getting sick. You thought he was going to combust with how red he turned when you jokingly asked if he wanted to join you.
âAnd your Dad, Bruce, heâs Batmanâ
âThatâs rightâ Dick nods.
âAnd youâre brothers, theyâre the Red Hood, Robin, and Red Robin... respectively,â
Dick nods again.
âAnd Stephanie and Cass, theyâre a part of this too, Theyâre both Batgirlâ Dick nods, he tries to get some eye contact, but youâre firmly starting down at your hands.
âAnd your ex, Barbara Gordon, Commissioner Gordonâs daughter- sheâs the original Batgirl.â
This must be pretty overwhelming, he had never realized what a robust mantle their extended family collectively carried. Heâs about to offer you some comfort when your head snaps up-
âDo you think if I got all of them to autograph my textbook I could sell it and buy a new oneâ
Dick starts laughing.
âSeriously, thereâs no one like you in the worldâ
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The Forgotten One
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Chapter 12
They were going to the zoo. Richard had decided that after two months of her living in the Manor it was time to have some family bonding time. It didnât matter that most of her time in the last months was used to get to know her new extended family or get reacquainted with her old one.Â
He was adamant that she needed the full Gothamite experience, so here they were on a Friday afternoon on a crowded metro, listening as the oldest one tried and explained how Metroâs worked to her. He was so happy, gesticulating and smiling, that she didnât have the heart to tell him that she indeed knew how the metro worked, having lived in Paris for almost two full years.
After Damian, Richard was her favorite sibling, mostly because she had always seen him as a role model, as part of her training had been inspired by him and his trapeze maneuvers, but she did enjoy the warmth that she tended to feel when he was around. He was patient and had no problem explaining pop culture references to her. Not that she didn't enjoy spending time with her other siblings, it was just that Richard went out of his way to make her feel accepted.
Tim was a very busy person, and their interactions were reserved to 3 a.m. coffee hunts. He wasnât bad, just closed off, and a little wary of her after his first experience with Damian. Not that she could blame him. But she was a bit closer to his girlfriend, Stephanie Brown, who would come to have dinner at the Manor every week.Â
And there was Jason. She refused to address him as her brother, that would just be plain weird. After the initial shock of finding each other again had worn out, it had taken a few weeks for them to finally address the elephant in the room. She could tell that he had struggled with the news that she was Bruceâs biological daughter.
âDick, maybe speed the lecture a bit so we can still get to the zoo before it closes.â Jason was leaning casually against a wall, finding this whole situation funny. He was wearing jeans and his red leather jacket, nothing special, but if she was honest he looked rather handsome.Â
âItâs fine Jaybird, I was just wrapping it up!â He says with a smile, just in time for them to catch the next wagon. Because they spent at least 25 minutes listening to Richardâs lesson, the metro had emptied a bit so they were able to find seats. It was just the three of them, the others would meet them there, after being picked up by Alfred, Damian after school, and Timothy after a meeting.Â
âSo⌠I know Bruce said not to ask, but Iâve been dying to knowâŚâ Richard starts unsure, afraid to cross a line. They were lucky to score seats in the same section, she was seated with Jason by her side, with Richard in front of him facing them both. âBut how exactly did you two meet, I mean it was obviously at⌠Tibet-'' He caught himself before he could out them as members of the League, you never knew who could be listening in their conversation, so better safe than sorry. â- but why do you know Jason, but Damian didnât?âÂ
With a glance to the side, she was more than happy to allow Jason to explain that part. In the two months she lived at the Manor she saw how much they wanted to ask about their relationship, but kept their distance. Aside from Damian, they didnât feel the need to inform the family about their past.Â
âWell, Pixie Pop here was the one to train me for the duration of my time in the Temple. Kicked my ass more times than I can count.â He says with a smirk, while casually butting an arm on the back of her seat. âShe taught me most of what I knowâ
âMost of it?â She was indignant, but the smile on her face betrayed her true emotions.
âTo be fair B didnât totally suck as a parent.â She knew that he and Father didnât have the best relationship after he came back from his time at the League, but according to Damian, it used to be way worse, not that she would know. Richard seems content with their explanation and didn't demand more information, even if he desperately wanted to. He respects their boundaries, and that only makes her like him more.
When they got to the zoo, Damian and Timothy were already there, but surprisingly Stephanie had tagged along, so now she wasnât the only female in the group anymore, not that she cared, but she liked her brotherâs girlfriend so the surprise was appreciated.Â
She had never been to the zoo before, just to see the attractions. The times she went to fight an Akuma did not count. It was a bit sad seeing all these animals stuck in a cage, and she could tell her brother felt the same. Damian always had a soft spot for animals, and would not tolerate if they were being mistreated. Not surprisingly, the Waynes made annual donations to the zoo to ensure that all the animals were well taken care of. When she first heard about that she was glad that Father cared about Damianâs interests enough to pay to support every zoo and animal shelter in the city. It helped ease her guilt for abandoning him for two years knowing that now she was not the only one who cared for him.
They spend the rest of the afternoon enjoying the animals. And Dick was glad he chose to go to the zoo as a family bonding experience. When Damian first came into the family he had taken him there, after discovering that his younger brother absolutely adored animals and he was happy to see that Marianne liked it as well. Â
Efficient as always, Alfred was already there waiting for them the minute they crossed the exit of the building. As she came to know, the men seemed to have a six sense when it came to all of them. Just by his aura, she could tell he wasnât someone you wanted to cross, but she could see how much he loved each one of his grandchildren (because she could never kid herself to think of him any less than a Grandfather).
âI assume that today's activities were enjoyable.â The butler asks as he opens the back door of the limo for them. Richard enters first thanking the men.
âIt was acceptableâ Damian voices, as he too enters the vehicle. Â
It was a bit of a ride, seeing that the Manor was almost outside of Gotham, but she didnât mind. Seated between Richard and Damian she spent most of the journey chatting with everyone. But by the time they arrived at the house everyone was a bit tired, so dinner was a relatively small affair. But not uneventful, because as revenge for Bruce bailing on family day, the boys started sharing with her all the shenanigans of her fatherâs public persona, Brucie Wayne. It was amusing to see this new side to her father, always so reserved and serious.Â
âIf you are all finished sharing Master Bruce's embarrassing moments, I believe it is time for patrol.â Alfred as always came to defuse the situation before it could implode.Â
Because she spent most of the last two years fighting almost every single day, she decided that she needed some rest from her hero lifestyle. Even after her father asked if she would like to accompany them on patrols, she decided to turn it down for now. So while her family directed themselves to the cave, she made her way into her suite.Â
It was a beautiful room. Although the color scheme wasnât something she would have picked herself, it fit with the furniture rather nicely, and her artist side appreciated that. The room itself was simple, but the red colors and the dark wood made the room seem cozier than it was. With a double bed with a canopy, two bedside tables, a vanity with a mirror, and a wardrobe, it had everything she needed. Her Father had encouraged her to decorate her room the way she wanted, and she had been tempted to do so, but ultimately decided to wait until she settled into her role as a family member before she went and added more change to the mix. What she had been very close to doing was adding a desk so she could draw and design, but after she discovered that there was a big one in the library just a few doors from her room, she dismissed the idea. Â
Quickly she showered and changed into something more comfortable than her street attire, before exiting the room and making her way into the library. It wasnât as big as the one downstairs, but it had a big balcony that overlooked the gardens, so she liked to just sit in a shadow and sketch away. Damian had been kind enough to spare one of his unused sketchbooks and some pencils, knowing that she liked to draw just as much as he did. She leaned forward into the railing resting her arms and head, but still looking upwards.
The sun had already set, and she was glad that they were far enough away from the city that she could see some stars in the sky. Having lived in Paris, she had really missed all the stars she could see at night from her home on the League. One of her studies had been about the Astros, so she spent a lot of time as a kid contemplating the skies.Â
âItâs going to rain soonâ A voice comes from behind her. Without having to turn around she knew who it was. A smile appears on her face.
âArenât you supposed to be getting ready for patrol?â She asks, straightening her body, but still not turning around. She could feel the person getting closer to her until she felt a presence at her side.Â
âThatâs the whole point. It's gonna rain.â He carries a hint of humor in his tone âAnd besides I prefer to keep you company, Pretty Girl. Besides, I believe Red Hood deserves one night off. The guy has been working hard.â He jokes.
With a smile she finally faces him. He had showered and changed, and without his red jacket, he looked so relaxed. It reminded her of their time in the League. Like that he looked so much like the angry boy she helped train. So young and while broken, so full of life and fight in him. He smirks at her but turns his face upwards to look at the night.Â
âYou always did love the stars.â He commented, not looking at her. âItâs sad that here you can't see them as much.âÂ
âItâs not that bad. In Paris, you couldn't see any. It was sad, but to be fair the whole city more than compensated for that. Itâs beautiful there.â She recalled all the times she went on a midnight stroll around the city, just enjoying the architecture. âI could spend eternity drawing all the details in the buildings.âÂ
âDo you miss it?â He asks, looking at her. His tone is neutral, but by his body language, she can tell heâs anxious for her answer. She had always been good at reading him, and she was glad that their time apart had not changed that.Â
âIn a wayâŚâÂ
She sighs.
âI liked the city, but I spent most of my time there fighting and training. Not much different from before. It was like everything changed but was still the same. To be completely honest⌠I miss our time at the League the most.â She confesses but hurriedly continues. âDonât get me wrong, it was hard! But still⌠at the same timeâŚâ
âI get it.â He interrupts her. He has a small side smile, and the dimples on his face make her want to freeze this moment and draw him so she could eternalize him. Instead, she gets closer to him, seeking comfort in his presence at her side. He embraces her. Securing her in his arms, her body pressed against his, her head buried in his chest.
It was funny to think that the most capable woman to take care of herself he knew, chose to be vulnerable around him. It made him feel loved.
âI miss it too.â He whispered in her ear. She raises her head, just enough that she can see his face without removing herself from his arms. Staying like this reminds her of all the nights he used to sneak into her chambers. And they would talk and hold each other for hours. It felt like it was just yesterday the first time he got the better of her.
âFocus!â She yelled while landing a kick at his unprotected left side. âYou are unbalanced- in three moves I could have you on the ground againâ She punched him to his right, but he was able to block her and tried to deliver a punch of his own. His knuckles were bloodied, and he knew that in the morning his ribs would hurt. But at this moment he was high on adrenaline. She dodged.Â
They were training for what felt like hours. But both were too stubborn to ask for the fight to end.Â
But just as promised, in three more moves he was on the ground. He tried to get back on his feet to continue with the fight but was stopped by a foot on his torso.
âThatâs enough.â She helps him to get on his feet. âYou were great! You could have overpowered me so many times! I left you so many openings!â She laughs. This was routine for them. After a fight, Marianne was usually so pumped with adrenaline that she spoke at a mile per hour. âWe really need to work on your tactics this week. Oh! You also need to improve your stance, youâve been favoring your right side too much. I know your ribs hurt but you still need to protect your body as a whole.â She comments only stopping to take a large sip of water. âWell, I am spent.â
âYouâre spent? Iâm the one that has been eating dirt for the whole hour!â He complains indignantly. She tossed a water bottle in his direction, which he grabs and happily finishes in a single gulp.
âJust another reason you need to study more!â She grins. And turns to exit the room, and while walking to the door turns to him again.Â
âSee you in a bitâ She winks.Â
When they meet again they are in her room. Sheâs seated on the bed sketching some view, while Jason sits on the floor sharpening his knife. They chat casually for some time, but ultimately end speaking about their training session earlier.Â
âThat move would have totally worked!â He exclaims, knife long forgotten he now kneels facing her bed.Â
âThereâs where you are wrong, you need strength on your fist on both sides to push my torso, otherwise I would easily be able to doge only one. You need two punches at different sides in succession for you to distract your opponent!â She explains in a hurry. Her thoughts jumped around her head.Â
âNo way! If itâs strong enough, only one is needed!â He argues.
Worked up she threw her notebook to the side, forgotten. In a second she was up, signaling for him to do the same.
âThere is no way. Stand there, pretend to be in stance.â She directs, and without a second thought, he complies. âOkay, so I come for your right side first, you are stronger there.âÂ
Her movements are slowed, as she demonstrates the move. âThatâs going to distract you, and keep you focused on your stronger side, leaving your weaker one unprotected.â She shows him where he left an opening for her. âSo all I need to do now is strike again, focusing more strength now. Either a punch or a kick would do the trick.â As she goes to demonstrate her point, he grabs the incoming slow punch and pulls her into his body.Â
Unprepared she loses her balance, falling into his chest. In a second he secures her with his other arm, keeping her in his embrace. She feels her face burning with embarrassment. He caught her by surprise, and she felt ashamed.
âHey that wasn't fai-â But he silences her, bringing his face closer to hers and giving her a heated kiss. It lasts for some time, but when they finally separate themselves he has a grin on his face.
âJust to be clear, I knew the move wouldnât have worked. You just look cute when you're angry.âÂ
And before she can protest he shuts her up with another kiss.
So this is by far the biggest chapter! Hope yaâll like it! We finally get the story behind Jason and Marianne. Let me know what you think!
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Ramble time!!!! Boy oh by do I have thoughts today!!!
(Itâs been a while since Iâve read the books, I plan a re read soon so sorry if everything isnât totally accurate!)
Why do I never see anyone talking about how low Percyâs self esteem is? I feel like we all make him out to be this cool, know it all guy who is super confident right? But he ISNT. And throughout the series you can see aspects of his mental health shown in different ways, but I find it the most interesting to look at the difference a POV change makes.
We as a reader know that Percy is powerful, but we donât get a sense of how he comes off to other people until we get Frank and Hazels POVâs in Son of Neptune. Both of them are in awe of this kid, I mean Hazel thinks heâs a GOD IN DISGUISE when she firsts meets him. Thatâs no small feat, and almost everyone seems to find him incredibly impressive and intimidating too.
But when we get Percy POVâs (Iâm talking mostly PJO here but HOO is also applicable) heâs totally humble? This is the kid who beat the god of war as a 12 year old with virtually no training in combat, or of his powers. That���s a HUGE deal. And Percy never really has that big moment where itâs like âwoah, I just beat the God of war, thatâs a massive dealâ. He constantly undermines his own achievements, simply in the lack of acknowledging and appreciating them. Itâs just another thing to him, something he did to save others. Heâll literally hold the sky and brush it off like it was nothing. And it seems like itâs nothing, but he consistently does it! The readers donât notice it as much because we donât know any different. It reads as just being insanely humble, but there are times when you deserve to step back and appreciate what you accomplished. Percy rarely (if ever) does that, and often just passes it off as luck or a mistake that it worked. Something that worked out by chance, and not a pattern him being successful.
I personally like to believe he doesnât notice or brag about any of these things because of his low self confidence. Objectively, beating a god is an incredibly impressive thing, that Percy would praise in other people, but when itâs HIMSELF it doesnât matter. Thatâs what his expectations for himself are. It isnât an achievement but more of a âcongrats, you didnt screw up this time. Donât know how you pulled that offâ. Itâs more of being excited/surprised you didnât fail, instead of celebrating the achievement.
Battle of the Labyrinth. Thereâs a lot going on there. Literally most of the main characters in this book have a crush on him. Annabeth, Rachel, Calypso, and Nico all express interest in him, some more clearly than others. And for the most part? They are NOT subtle. Even though readers only have Percyâs POV, itâs still blatantly obvious to us that Annabeth, Rachel and Calypso all have feelings for him. So why doesnât Percy recognize it? I mean you could argue that he is unobservant, but we see everything narrated through his eyes. Which means he sees and processes everything we know. He is totally aware of the signs of people flirting with him, but he just cant comprehend the fact that someone could be showing interest in him and doesnât even consider the possibility. Most of the time his reaction is genuine surprise when he realizes someone has feelings for him. He canât wrap his head around that idea without being explicitly told. I feel like this relates into confidence again because despite all the signs being there, he automatically assumes that heâs misreading them. He basically doesnât view himself of someone worthy of having a crush onďżź.
People with ADHD also have a tendency to have way lower self confidence: Since they are constantly told theyâre doing something wrong, or misbehaving, or corrected on something they canât control, it can be really challenging to not feel like a failure, or think something is wrong with you: Not meeting up to neurotypical standards can be incredibly challenging, and can make people feel bad about themselves when they donât meet those standards. People with ADHD often receive so much external criticism, and If you donât realize what you have it can potentially be even harder, since you are constantly trying to match a neurotypical level, and not understanding why itâs so much harder to reach. That negative talk you hear so often around you gets internalized into your own narrative, and makes you more critical of yourself as well. Iâm sure having an abusive parent only made this worse. The way Gabe talks to Percy and about Percy sets him up as this problem child who doesnât deserve anything. Sally is amazing, and I love her, but she canât magically undo the negative impact all of that commentary from Gabe, teachers, and peers has had on Percyâs view of himself.
Itâs also interesting when you look at HOO, when everyone is comparing Percy and Jason, and who could win in a fight. Everyone has their thoughts and opinions, and itâs something Jason thinks about a lot. Jason and Percy view this ârivalryâ in a really different way. Jason has been raised to be the best, he is a strong and capable warrior who is pretty confident in himself once he starts to remember who he is. Jason worked his way up and earned his position as a leader, it was something he wanted and chose to be. He is confident in himself, and just wants to prove to others that he is strong and capable, a leader worthy of putting trust in. Percy on the other hand was forced into a leadership role. He was forced to take his first quest and he had no choice in being the child of the prophecy. He doesnât even really want to be, I think he would have been perfectly happy if it was Thaliaâs problem instead. He adapted and learned, but he still doesnât see himself as a leader. He feels as fake as he did as a young kid, having no idea what he was doing. Faking it all and hoping that no one would notice the doubt he hides from them.
Just because Percy doesnât see himself in a ânegativeâ light, does not mean he doesnât have severe mental health issues. Since itâs a childrenâs series, obviously a lot of it is glossed over or lies more in the subtext, but I wish it was something the fanbase acknowledged more because its so interesting!!
#percy jackson#percy pjo#percy jackon and the olympians#pjo hc#heroâs of olympus#pjo/hoo#pjo text post#pjo analysis#jason grace#annabeth chase#I donât know what else to put here#I hope this finds the target audience lol#is this niche? I have no idea
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Once Upon a Dream - Dick Grayson Imagine (You'll love me at once, The way you did once upon a dream)
pairing: Dick Grayson x Titan! (Preg!Wifey!Reader)
requestš: When Trigon is controlling Dick, he sees Y / n as his wife instead of Dawn. So he tells Y / n what he saw.
request²: Can you write something about Dick and y/n being pregnant and he is protective over her and the baby? Thanks
notes: I joined these two lovely requests together because I thought they fit pretty well Iâm so sorry the delay, Iâm back at college and doing both is pretty hard but i did my very best. hope you enjoy it xxxx<3 y/e/c: your eye color
y/n/n: your nickname
âGood dreams, big boy.â I said as I put my son to sleep after telling him all the stories he asked me to. John wasnât a hard-to-deal kid, he reminded me a lot of myself when I was younger, not the bad things, of course, only the good ones, although I wished he could inherit more of Y/n. Looking back at my past doesnât make me that proud of who I was, but if I admire someone, it surely is my wife.Â
Heading to our bedroom, I entered, immediately locking my eyes for more than a second with a pair of large, Y/E/C eyes set in a pretty face. Y/N was laying down in our bed, reading her book. It didnât matter how many times I looked at her, she would always look as beautiful as ever.Â
âHey, Boy Wonder.â She greeted me with her specific -and so beloved by me- soft tone of voice.
âHello, y/n/nâ I took my shoes off, sitting in the bed, close to her. Her smell entered my nostrils as I placed a warm kiss on her neck. âHowâs our baby and my wife doing?â I caressed her belly, trying to check on our kid as much as I could. Having John four years ago made me way more responsible and careful than I would imagine that I could be someday. Since it, my family had been all I cared for, the hero life didnât need me as much as they did, or as much as I needed them too.Â
âWeâre doing fine, he didnât kick me like yesterday so yes..weâre good for todayâ she told me with a smile on her face. âBut my feet, god, theyâre killing meâÂ
âWell, I think I can help you on thisâ I told her with a half smileÂ
âYeah? Show me how then.â she said and i moved to the end of the bed, sitting with her feet in my laps while i started to massage it.
She left her book on her side, positioning comfortably through the pillows
âI already told you this but..youâre the best husband in the whole worldâ she said
âI know that, thank youâ i said, mocking herÂ
âYouâre so sassy, Graysonâ we laughed together. I kept doing the massage for ten minutes when, in a matter of a second, we were interrupted by my phone ringing, showing Jason Todd on itâs screen. He was calling for a video call.
I didnât talk to Jason for ages, what would he want now?Â
I looked at Y/n and she nodded at me, pointing that I should answer and I did. She got back to read her book while I answered his call, but I knew my wife pretty well to know she was still listening.
âHey, Jay. Long time no seeâ I said when his face showed up on the screen. He was different, surely not the same Jason I knew 5 years ago.
âHey, man, not as good as you, I think.â He answered, showing his legs. He was sitting in a wheelchair, I got perplexed. What the hell did happen to him?
âJasonâ I had my hands covering my mouth after passing them through my hair. âWhat happened?â
âI was stupid. Totally my fault. Riddler and some guys were hitting jewelry stores late at night.â he spoke and I paid attention to every single word âBatman and I staked one out, caught them coming in. Shouldâve gone down real simple, but I got too cocky. Big Surprise.â He had his head down, recognizing his mistakes.
âWent straight for him, Though I could take him down on my own. You know the Riddler never uses a gun?âÂ
I nodded at him, it was true, he never did.
âWell, now he does. Bullet hit on my t5 vertebra. I still have it here.â
âJesus.. Iâm so sorry for that.â
âGothamâs gotten worse, manâ He looked at me âWay fucking worse. Commissioner Gordonâs dead.â
âWhat?â I was completely astonished by what I heard. How the fuck did Bruce let it happen?Â
âThree days ago. It was the joker, and it was bad. When Bruce finally found where he was. It was too late already.â he said âHeâs going to kill the jokerâ
I felt Y/nâs intrigued eyes on me at this point. She knew Bruce almost too much like I did.
âHe would never do that. Bruce has a line heâll never crossâÂ
âThings have changed, Dick. Alfred Died, I got shot, Commissioner Gordon Died.â Too much information to my own good, I wish I could still be in peace with Yn in bed like I was some minutes ago.
âWhy are you telling me all of that now?â I sighed.
âBecause youâre the real Robin, man. Not me. He was never the same after you left. Alfred said it. Superman said it. You were the only one he ever listened to. Maybe the only one he cared about after his parents died.â I didnât answer him this time, it was too much.
âYou need to come back to Gotham and convince him not to do it.â
What? Come back to Gotham?Â
âI canât. I swore Iâd never go back.I havenât spoke to Bruce in yearsâ
âThe whole thing with Tony Zucco. You know what heâs going through. If he does it, thereâs no coming back.â I looked back at him âHeâs the only hero that Gotham has left.â he sighed âYouâre the only one that could save himâÂ
He said and hung up, leaving me with innumerable thoughts, innumerable questions.
 I threw my phone at the sofa in front of the bed, getting up and running my hands through my hair.Â
I felt a pair of arms hugging me from behind
âDick.â I heard her voice âIâm here.â
âIf bruce wants to do something, heâs gonna do it. We both know that.â I said turning around to look at her. âHe dresses up like a bat to fight crime. That works for him.â I spoke trying to show her my point of view, it was insane what Jason just told me.
âBut this idea that Iâm the only one that could save him? Itâs bullshit.â I complemented, walking side to side in the room while she was looking calmly at me.
âThen, who?â she just asked
âWhat?âÂ
âJim Gordon is dead. Alfred is dead. Barbaraâs missing. He fell out with Superman years ago. Heâs alone.â She told me, eye to eye.
âHeâs always alone, Y/n.â
âNot when youâre around, Dick. Howâre you going to feel if you donât at least try?â
âBruce Wayne is not my responsibility.â I raised my tone of voice, being hard at what I said. Damn. I knew I had fucked up the minute I said it, so I walked to her.
âIâm sorry.â I hugged her from behind just like she did some minutes ago. âAfter our baby, if he still hasnât got shit together, Iâll go. I canât leave the three of you alone here.âÂ
âOkay.â She said âOh my god, Dick, he just kicked, he knows weâre talking aboutâimâ
I smiled and moved my hands to her belly in an attempt to feel our sonâs kickâs. It was crazy how much my family meant to me, remembering that I always loved Y/n and now, having a life built with her and calling her âwifeâ is the most peaceful feeling iâve ever felt.
Our moment was interrupted by a little figure entering our bedroom. It was John with his sleepy face and his teddybear, âGrowleyâ -which one Gar gave to him on his birthday- and we turned our attention to him.
âHey buddy, couldnât sleep?â I askedÂ
âGrowley wants to go with you.â he told meÂ
âGo where, sweetie?â Y/n asked our older son.
âTo Gotham Cityâ He said and I laughed. Did he hear it all?
âWow. Eavesdropping.â Y/n told me.
âBut Growley is your favourite.âÂ
âHeâll protect you.â John said and left, heading to his room, sleeping again.
âLook honey.â Y/n turned to me, putting a hand on my face and I leaned at her touch, closing my eyes, she always had the power to put my shit together when I couldnât.
âI know that your relationship with Bruce is more than complicated, and that the last time you saw each other you said some things..But he saved you, Dick.â
âWhat if youâre the only one who can save him back?â I scoff.
âBaby, thatâs absurd.â I told herÂ
âBut what if?â She asked me.
--
The next morning I was ready to take a plane to GC. I called Donna to keep here with Y/n until I got back. The bell rang and she was here. Me and Y/n went to receive our old friend.
âHey Donnâ Y/n greeted her.
âI missed you, sister.â The black haired girl answered my wife.
âHey crazy chick. Itâs good to see you. Thank you for coming.â I told her when she came to hug me.
âNo problem, donât worry, Iâll be taking a real good care of these threeâ
âI donât doubt itâ
We talked to each other and I was ready to leave.
âIâll be back in a matter of a second, baby, I promise. Iâll have my phone close every time, call me if you need and iâll be right back.â
âDick, Iâm the one who should be pretty worried by now, and believe me, I am, so please, take care in every moment of this, right?â
"Come on, itâs me. Iâm good at this sort of stuff, remember?" I told her with a cocky smile.
We kissed deeply. I gave John a kiss on his head.
âTake care of your mother and your auntie, alright? Thatâs your mission.â
âAlright, Dad.â he smiled sweetly at me.
âDonn, call me if she feels anything different from normal, any sight of danger and I'll drop everything on Gotham and I'll be back, deal?â Donna nodded at me.
âYouâre everything I have. I love youâ I said in my wifeâs ear, leaving a kiss on her forehead, and leaving.
--
Gotham was crazy, not the city I knew, the city I left back, this is the closest to hell iâve ever got to.
I wanted to go back to my family, my pregnant wife, my 4 year old son, my house. But I couldnât forget that once, Gotham was my home too.
The joker is almost dead. Bruce threw him up from a building and now the police escorted him to a hospital.
I followed to the place that, for a long time, sheltered me. Wayne manor, I needed to talk to Bruce. And I Tried, I told him the joker isn't dead yet and he had a chance to sneak out from darkness. But he didnât appear so I left.
Although my conscience led me to think I should go back to the better life I chose when I burned my suit, that I should just forget about being Batmanâs savior and go back to Y/n, everything kept me stuck on the city. Things happened faster than I could control.
Bruce killed the joker at the hospital. He ran before I could get him, he injured policemen. He didnât stop at it, he Killed prisoners, nurses, guards. It wasnât justice, it was a massacre. He couldnât be saved. He needed to be stopped. I made his name public.Â
I drove an operation to get him and he killed all my team.
He wanted me to give in to the darkness. To become him.Â
Well, fuck you, Bruce, you win.
I killed Batman.
--
âDick.â Hands on my face and a voice calling my name, it was all I could understand now.
âDick, It was all planned by trigonâ Rachel was at the batcave, where i killed batman. What was she saying? âDick, you would never kill batman.â
 âShut the fuck upâ I told her, I had to kill him.
âYouâre the boy from the circus, Dick. Weâre supposed to save each other.â She said and we were in my parentâs circus. The flying Graysons, my good memories showed up and I woke up.
âI missed you.â
âRachâ I chuckle.
âWelcome back.â She told me and left to find trigon.Â
Y/n. Her face filled my mind. Wasnât it all real? Everything we lived, our home, our son, she was my wife for I donât know how long and it was all trigon controlling my mind, but still, it felt so real. So good.
I had to find her.
âWhatâs going on?â Gar appeared with his face pretty much hurted.
âHey, Gar, I swear Iâll tell you everything later but, whereâs Y/n?â
âSheâs black eyed, Dick. Outside, Donât think you should..â
âI will get her back.â
--
When I came outside, all the titans were looking at Trigon and Raven, and I knew her enough to know that sheâd deal pretty well with him. I looked at Y/n and she wasnât awake, so I pulled her by her arm.
I turned her to look at me and she did.Â
âY/n, itâs me, Dick. Wake up.â
âThatâs me. The real me.â She had Trigon on her mind still and I needed her back.
âItâs not, I know you, Y/n. I saw you, in my vision, I had you with me so please, come back.â
Our eyes were locked, she seemed to hear what I had said and with no reluctance, she was back, her eyes weren't blacked anymore and she woke up.
âDick.â she seemed confused. We all were.
âYouâre back.âÂ
I hugged her and she hugged me back, words were never spoken between me and Y/n, although I bet everyone knew about our feelings about each other, I never faced it, until now. I broke the embrace to look at her-
âI had you, Y/n, in my mind, during all the time you were with me and when I faced reality, it was sad that it was only a dream. It made me realize thatâs enough of hiding, I need you to keep with me, because I donât know what Iâd do if you didnât and because.. I love you.â
She looked at me as if she couldnât believe it.
âIâm being completely honest in every word I said.â
âIâm here, Dick. Kiss me.â She said, surprising me, and I did.Â
âIâve waited for this for so long.â She said when we parted our kiss.
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please enlighten me as to how much this episode sucked đ¤ bc from what i'm reading, it was even worse than last week
Turns out we finally found which episode of Titans is the worst!! (So far, at least.)
I have a feeling that the finale will be the most absolute insane pile of dog shit this show has ever had. And it's had a lot lately!! They really baited us into thinking there was a slight chance of it being good with the first four episode. I'm so mad.
Last week was a filler episode. And it was bad. But they really outdid themselves with this one, it's... yeah it's the worst episode of Titans, so far.
The GCPD is incompetent, that we already knew. So it's not really surprising when Random Nameless Cop #4 ends up being easily bought by Jason/Crane after we saw him have a little feely chat with Barbs about someone he knew dying from the fear induced riots or whatever
but before that, Crane sends all of gotham a little fanvid he made in his garage using footage from episode 1, not in any way shot differently, it's just episode 1 intro fight against Gizmo Guys copy pasted with a few flashing random buzz words, like "thief" "con-man" or whatever and him narrating about how the titans are bad guys and the reason why gotham's water is poisoned and says he put a bounty of 500K on the titans dead or alive. We get a little montage of every main character seeing the vid. With Conner and Komand'r spooning together in the living room d'aww and Gar reading up on Lazarus Pits then having a little DCney Prince moment with the bats in the cave before Kory comes in to tell him about the video.
So with that, what does Dick do? First he tells Barbara he's gonna fix this(tm) then he goes back to the batcave (off screen) and i guess tells the rest of the team (off screen) to get into a parking lot or something?? where they get surrounded by dozens of people and like... Fight four of them before Dick tells them to come back??? Also, at some point during this Dick is like "Me staying here, it's a mistake I should be with you guys" and Kory tells him "No! You got a bounty on your head, it's safer" so why is Gar not staying in the cave with him, he's not invincible either!!
Meanwhile, Donna is taking a taxi to get back to Gotham, because I guess she can't teleport anymore, that must've been some of that Purgatory juice that sent her from Themyscira to that other Wayne Manor to save Bruce (who we hear NOTHING about. I mean good, we're not here for him, but she literally just stopped him from kiling himself in another country and now she's on the way to Gotham all alone... That's weird
Same thing about Tim, we saw him come back from the dead last week, but he's nonexistent in this episode. No one, not a single person all titans included, even speaks about him or even vaguely mentions him being shot or asks if he's okay or anything.
and then that random Lydia amazon shows up saying she's been following Donna "for 10 minutes" which is really weird, because Donna definitely was moving for longer than ten minutes, i mean she was IN ANOTHER COUNTRY, so how the fuck did you show up specifically on that road to Gotham just ten minutes ago, CAN YOU TELEPORT LYDIA??? I guess she can because then she slams Donna down and she wakes up in some random woods she calls "The Training Grounds" like it means something. blablabla this is the B Plot i guess? It's dumb, it's pointless. It's Lydia fighting Donna for way too long, some random shit about Lydia's daughter Angela dying and how she's sad or whatever who cares, then telling Donna she has to rise, she was born to lead people etc etc (can you tell how hard they're trying to make a spin off happen?) before Donna can finally go back to going to Gotham (no she doesn't get reunited with the team.)
Dick and Babs meet in a bar for some reason, random pointless and annoying reminiscing about their past before Dick tells her he's gonna turn himself in as Nightwing, pay bail then vanish from Gotham so the people can supposedly keep faith in the GCPD and not turn against them?? idk, if Nightwing vanished like that right after being caught by them, I wouldn't trust them to protect me but that's just me!
Jason and Crane have a weird and cringey chat (again. they had one before as he prepared his fanvid, talking about... Breakfast?? Jason was annoyed and didn't get the point of it, same) and he goes on this rant about how Jason needs to believe in himself and all that, makes him go "Red Hood!! Say it with me! Red Hood!" for like... what felt like at least a whole minute before he suits back up and goes back to being the murderous little shit he CHOSE to be, Molly calls him and asks him to stop he says no i have to </3 (you don't dumbass)
Dick tells everyone his plan, they all eventually agree because that's totally not gonna go wrong đđ so they suit up and go to the GCPD to make a little show of their surrender. The cop that was bought out apparently has a lot of friends bc most of the cops present during the thing start acting up and one of them pushes Komand'r first (geoff johns, i'm in your walls with a knife) which is only so Conner can go "HEY BACK OFF đ đ " before they then start attacking everyone. You already saw Kom gets shot, so yeah... That happens. Con stopped one bullet and stood there just đđťđ while another was shot and hit Komand'r in the stomach or something, the most boring fight scene ensues (gar gets shirtless yay! sorry.) Barbara kills the cop who had his gun drawn on Dick and she's later on arrested by Vee for it, which... what the fuck??
so everyone left after the whole boring fight, separating and hiding. Kory and Kom go to a church where Kory decides to use her powers to try and heal the bullet wound that is KILLING her sister, and Komand'r somehow (unconsciously) absorbs all of Kory's powers, which makes Kory mad and go on a whole thing wondering if this was her plan all along, making Kory care for her so she could betray her or something. Komand'r says it's not the case and asks what will it cost for Kory to trust her etc. (honestly this whole episode is badly written, but đĽşđĽş Kory admitted she cared about Kom). then they have another argument, because Kory wants to return to the Titans and help them, but Komand'r tells her they should leave and go somewhere alone the two of them, and that Kory is a queen and was never meant to be fighting a war that's not hers and they then separate because Kory is not going anywhere. Komand'r then leaves, Kory asks where she's going and Kom tells her she's not "the only one with unfinished business" which... what? So yeah, now Komand'r has Kory's full set of powers and Kory is COMPLETELY depowered.Â
And then we have a little montage of the city going to shit and full chaos, with Barbara being arrested for killing that other cop. Donna beats up a soldier who wouldn't let her come in Gotham. Because of course she comes back when everything's gone to shit, how convenient.
Gar is all alone in an empty warehouse type of place, after having been shot with a tranquilizer dart while the whole fight in the GCPD happened, (which was like half a day ago, idk how animal tranquilizer work but that must be strong stuff because he's still a little knocked out from it) he sees a raven that then turns into our beloved little Rachel!!! She tells him she found him because she felt his energy, and they have a quick recap chat where he tells her Jason and Crane turned the city into chaos she doesn't react in any particular way, so i guess she knows Jason is evil? whatever. the good thing about this scene is Rachel using her powers!! (and Ryan Potter's abs)
Then we see Dick and Conner on their own, with Conner insisting they need to go out there and help people but Dick being the dumbfuck he is tells Conner they can't, that they need to stay hidden and not be caught, so going back to Wayne Manor is also out of the question. But CONNER IS INVINCIBLE!!!!! FOR FUCK'S SAKE GRAYSON!!!!
And for our last scenes, Jason and Crane are in Wayne Manor. He makes Jason destroy a painting of Bruce and his parents because of course you have redecorate the place now that it's yours, Jason has quick flashbacks of his conversation with Bruce in Crime Alley in the shitty episode all about Jay and angrily stabs the painting like 20 times?? And Crane actually says "Welcome to Crane Manor", it wasn't just the synopsis being cringe!
ANYWAY. TERRIBLE FUCKING BAD EPISODE.
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I Hope Hopeless Changes Over Time: A Red Hood and Batman Fic
*Source of the image I found off of Pintrest. I tried to find the original artist but the link on Pintrest led to a dead Tumblr account. If anyone wants to find/point out the account to me so I can give proper credit to the artist please please do.*
I wanted to make a fic based on an ask I did from the lovely @dilfbatman about Jason and Bruce. I hope people enjoy this mini-fic that I've expanded upon.
TW: Blood, Physical Assault, Suicide Ideation, Swearing. Bruce being a shitty father but trying. Jason having demonsÂ
3.75K words.Â
Bruce was uneasy about Jason staying over at the Wayne Mansion. Even with other members of the family around. Jason has done so much wrong and has hurt so many people. However, at the end of the day, Jason still is his son. So when he gets a call from Jason in a hushed voice asking Bruce to stay the night. He hesitated for a second, but acquiesced, Jason was nothing if not independent, so to be asking Bruce outright to stay at the Wayne Manor meant something was wrong.
"Master Jason wouldn't reach out to any of us unless something was gravely wrong, Master Wayne." Alfred had reassured Bruce, who was staring absentmindedly at the glass case which housed Jason's old Robin costume. The costume that Jason had died in. Bruce always tried to repress the memory of holding his son's cold, lifeless body. The pain he felt from losing his parents burned in his heart as an everlasting stab wound. But the pain from losing Jason, his son, it was too much to bare.
"I'd be welcoming to Master Jason, but keep your distance. Master Damian is spending the night at Jon Kent's house, Master Richard is in BlĂźdhaven, and Master Timothy is with the Teen Titans tonight. I'll rest assured Jason doesn't try anything to harm you. But don't try to encourage a confrontation." Alfred explained. He always seemed to understand Jason to a tee after he came back to life.
"I don't know how you do it Alfred, you can read the boy like a book." Bruce had retorted. Cocking a half-smile to the man who raised him since his parents died.
"Master Wayne, Master Jason wears his heart on his sleeve. He always has. And one of the reasons why you two fight constantly is because, for as terrific as a detective you are, you are horrifically inept in reading the emotions of your children." Alfred had stated, those words bit Bruce. He wasn't expecting such sharp words from Alfred. "We failed Master Jason. And he's hurt, he's been hurt for years because of it. However he keeps choosing to come back and try and trust again. We needn't come at him with accusations of ulterior motives, but we should be supportive." Alfred stated.
"But cognizant of what Jason is capable of." Bruce added back. Jason may need help, but he's still dangerous. He has tried to kill Bruce and the rest of the Robins multiple times. He wants to trust Jason and warm up to him again. But the man who wears the Red Hood and stalks the streets of Gotham killing those he deems criminals is not his son anymore.
Alfred and Bruce greeted Jason as he walked in the large double doors of the Wayne Manor. The first thing Bruce noticed was the dark circles under Jason's eyes. It seemed as if the man hadn't slept in days. Jason was wearing sweatpants and a fitted black wife beater, accentuating his muscles. Jason would have looked more intimidating had his body language not suggested he was as disheveled as he was, physically and mentally.
"Thanks Alfred." Jason had said meekly towards the butler. He took one step into the mansion and looked at Bruce. Bruce noticed as soon as Jason's eyes met his, his tired irises contorted into anger. His lips pursed downwards but Jason chose not to say anything. Instead just walking past Bruce pretending not to acknowledge him.
"Master Jason, you will be staying in the guest suite on the main floor. I've already prepped everything for your arrival. Please make yourself at home." Alfred had said. Jason just shook is head as he headed towards the hallway leading the guest suite. Bruce didn't notice it immediately but the stench Jason had emitted stung in the air. It smelled like stale liqour and body oder. It seems Jason hadn't bathed in days. Bruce had wanted to say something but chose not to.
The evening went by quietly enough. Jason had taken a shower and changed into another fitted wife beater but still sported a tired energy about him. Alfred had put together a beef pot roast for dinner with red potatoes, carrots, onions, and celery over garlic mashed potatoes. A favorite dish of Jason's. The three of them ate quietly as Bruce continued to size up his son. He was conflicted. At one point he saw the man who blew up the head of a Gotham security force member with a torture decide he had created. On the other hand, he saw the boy who would beg for Bruce to buy him more books after he finished the maximum amount a library card would allow for a week in the span of 3 days. The son who told him being Robin gave him magic.
The dinner ended as it began. With awkward silence and the father-son duo eyeing each other. One with cautious trepidation and the other with abject hate. Bruce had decided not to go on patrol tonight as he felt he needed to be at the manor should anything happen while Jason was here. An uneasy sense of dread built over Bruce as he had said good night to Jason as the two passed by each other in the halls. Jason simply spat 'Bitch' at Bruce and walked into the bedroom. Bruce had been bad with other people's emotions, but something didn't sit right with the way Jason was carrying himself. He had decided to stay up tonight regardless. A sense came over him after being sworn at by Jason. A sense he hadn't felt in a long time. He felt as though his son needed help.
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"You're a monster"
"Jason is a murderer"
"Stay away from Jason, he'll kill you."
"No one wants you around, Todd"
"You're just a good guy trying to be bad"
"This is the kid you had to replace me with as Robin? Bruce he's pathetic."
"I can't believe my daughter wasted the Lazarus Pit on a miserable failure like you."
"Maybe I'd be better off dead"
Jason tossed and turned. It's been days. He couldn't get the voices out of his head. Those whispery, moany voices that taunted and tormented him. He knew it was a result of the Lazarus Pit. Ever since Roy died and everyone left him the voices started taunting him again. He tried everything he could to get the voices to stop. He drank, he read, he worked out, he did everything he could. The only way the voices became quiet were when he was beating the ever-loving shit out of some criminals. This was not the mindset Jason had wanted. He wanted to go back to being supported by Bruce, the man who betrayed him. He knew that Bruce was weak. He couldnât kill the Joker because of his weakness.Â
Jason got up and walked over to the connecting bathroom to the suite that he was staying in. He went to the sink and splashed some cold water on his face. Against his better judgement, Jason looked up to the figure he saw in the mirror. He took note of his jawline, his face, his green eyes, his muscles.. but one thing that caught his eye was the fucking skunk streak of hair at the top of his head. The physical reminder of his dip in the Lazarus Pit. He had just re-dyed the spot not two days ago and it already came back. He did everything he could to try to hide the streak. Itâs what he hated most about his new body. The pit wiped away all of the scars he had on his body. And any new fresh scar or wound would just fade in a matter of moments due to the effects of the pit. The only thing that ever stayed was that damned streak.Â
Jason had nothing but disgust and contempt for the man he saw in the mirror, which, ironically, was himself.Â
âYouâre just using the sarcasm to hide your hatred.âÂ
âItâs your fault that everyone hates you.âÂ
âKilling the sick of the masses to save those who are weak is your callingâÂ
âThose reptiles deserve to dieâÂ
âI donât want to kill unless I donât have to.. I donât want people to hate me..â Jason tried reassuring himself. The voices in his head kept getting louder and louder. âI want Bruce and everyone to love me again....â He continued to try to re-assure himself. It was a false sense of hope as always. His mind soon wandered to a moment where he was on top of Dick in a fight. Confronting his older sibling and reciting a quote he had heard from a Japanese philosopher and optimist as he had the barrel of a gun placed against his older brotherâs temple.Â
âDo you know what the most convenient phrase in the world is, Dickie? Itâs âIâm sorry.â Anyone who hears that is obligated to forgive, no matter how hurt or angry they might be... There's no more disgusting phrase in all the world. It's used to displace your suffering unto others so you can escape your sins... The moment you employ it, your suffering becomes the other person's. A thing can be unforgivable, but oh, if they apologize... I say there's no reason to accept that suffering. You don't have to forgive them. Cast aside the mask of your conscience.âÂ
âStop this. Please stop this.â Jason had begged aimlessly into the air. He didnât want to live like this anymore. He didnât want to live, period. He just wanted all of this to end. He had caused so much pain and so much suffering to the people of Gotham all so he could attempt to hurt Bruce. But those words kept repeating in his head. He knew he had to stop this. He needed help, he wanted to go to Bruce and explain what was going on but Bruce would just have him institutionalized. His murderer of a son starts hearing voices in his head? A one way ticket to a padded room.Â
Jason suddenly stared back into the mirror and saw something he detested. The green eyes that stared into his soul. The one he hated more than anything else. Was himself. This thing was staring him in the face mocking him, and he wanted it gone.Â
âDo it Jason.â the voice had beckoned from the mirror. âKill them all. Slit Damianâs throat and watch the fucker bleed. Bash Timâs stupid face into the concrete until thereâs nothing but mush. Rip Dick limb from fucking limb. Watch Bruce as you choke the last bit of life from his eyes. I promise all the pain will go away once all of this is done.â the voice sounded almost sweet as it promised to do all of this. Jason just retched as he saw the green eyed monster promising poison to him. He felt his vision fade to black.Â
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STOP IT. SHUT. UP.Â
*CRASH*Â
Bruce had jumped up from the chair he was sitting on in the library, the voice came from the suite that Jason was staying in. Bruce didnât have time to think. He just ran towards the noise. He threw the door to the suite open and ran to the bathroom. There he saw Jason in front of a heavily cracked mirror. Jason was hyperventilating and he saw blood oozing from Jasonâs fist which was pressed against the mirror. Bruce saw from the reflection that Jason had split open the left side of his lip seemingly from a shard of glass. It wasnât long before Jason glanced up at the imposing shadow in the mirror and noticed Bruceâs presence.Â
âYOU STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME BRUCE.â Jason had shouted at his reflection. Jason was shaking. Bruce had wanted to assess the injury that Jason gave himself. But he knew he was cornering a scared animal if he pressed any farther forward. Bruce stood their frozen. Pondering between trying to press forward upon a killer, or to check up on his son.Â
âJason, I just...â Bruce was cut off by another scream as Jason turned around.Â
âIF YOU COME ANY CLOSER I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL KILL YOU WHERE YOU FUCKING STAND YOU PIECE OF SHIT.â Bruce finally got the cue. The hitch in Jasonâs voice. This is the same hitch his voice made when he was a kid and was angry at Bruce. Alfred was right. This is his son. And right now Bruce needed not to be the Batman approaching the Red Hood. He needed to be Bruce, to help his son.Â
Bruce walked forward to Jason, still shaking as blood oozed from the gashes of glass on his fist. Bruce decided against everything in his gut telling him to stop this criminal. This monster who killed for sport and to prove a point. He needed to help Jason, his son.Â
Bruce was knocked back by a fist to his chest. Glass imbedded itself into Bruce as he felt the sting of their shards. Jason was right, he was going to hurt Bruce if he approached. Oracle was right, Jason had been abusing venom. The quick gain in muscle mass was proof enough but the stinging pain in Bruceâs chest also proved that hypothesis. Jason barred his teeth as his eyes displayed a seething hatred. Bruce would have been frightened on any other day. Today, Bruce felt a feeling he hadnât felt in a long time. Bruce collected himself and got up to approach Jason again.Â
âI TOLD YOU IâM GOING TO KILL YOU BRUCE. I FUCKING HATE YOUR GUTS. I WANT YOU TO DIE. I WANT ALL OF US TO JUST FUCKING DIE.â Jason screamed even louder this time. A hot stream of tears worked their way down Jasonâs cheeks. Bruce no longer saw a rage-induced monster but the boy who took a tire iron to his gut on the streets of Gotham. The boy who would was thrilled at every opportunity he got to show Bruce the Aâs on every test he got in school. This was his baby boy who needed his help.Â
âJason Peter Todd thatâs enough.â Bruce said firmly, but not harshly. Jason stared directly into his eyes. âJason. I want you to listen to me.âÂ
âGo to hell you motherfucker.â those words which escaped Jason were laced with poison. Bruce didnât waver.Â
âYou can punch me as much as you want Jason and Iâll deserve all of it.â Bruce came closer to Jason. Jason proceeded to physically make himself smaller. Like a scared animal. Bruce remember what he did to Jason after he had seemingly killed The Penguin. How he beat Jason to within an inch of his life. His heart plummeted to his stomach as he saw Jason cower like a scared dog over his approach.Â
âWhat are you going to do Bruce, beat me to a fucking pulp again? You hate me more than you hate the fucking Joker, donât you?â Jason asked. Bruce truly saw the fear in those green eyes. He had to take a moment and realized just what he was doing. He unclenched his jaw and relaxed his shoulders as he approached Jason. This time he was back within striking range of his son.Â
âJason. I failed you. I have been failing you for the past 10 years since your death. I have failed this city and this family in providing the protection it needs. I couldnât kill The Joker because Iâm weak.â Bruce sucked at emotions and emoting. But Bruce hadnât felt this shaky and wavering since the day he lost Jason. His son needed to know the truth. He deserved to know the truth. âJason I never hated you. I hated the actions you have taken against the people of this city. But Iâve come to realize that the hatred and contempt Iâve held is because you do what I canât do.âÂ
âOh so now youâre coming over to apologize? I donât owe you shit after what youâve done to me.â Jason had stated. He may have been acting like a pinned animal. But his mouth will never not cut like knives.Â
âJason, when we had fought in the abandoned apartment. And you had the Joker with you. You had tried to shoot me after I had turned away from you.â Bruce said. Inching ever closer to Jason while trying not to be imposing. âIn that moment, I threw the batarang because I knew you were going to retaliate against me. But I need you to know in that moment I turned away. I turned away because I decided I wasnât to be the one to decide the Jokerâs fate. He had taken your life and it wasnât up to me to decide. I want nothing more than for the Joker to pay for the countless lives hes taken and ruined.â Bruce swallowed hard as he felt tears beginning to well in his eyes. âI failed you because I couldnât kill the Joker. But in that moment, I wanted nothing more than to have my baby boy back. I wanted you back in my life. I still want you back in my life.âÂ
âBullshit. Fucking BULLSHIT.â Jason spat at Bruce. The emotions were flooding out of his face. Anger, hatred, fear, but most of all sadness. Jasonâs voice began wavering as he began to cry. âIf you loved me why in the fuck have you never realized Iâve been trying to help the people of Gotham. Instead every time I take matters into my own hands all I meet are your fucking fists. I hate your guts Bruce. Weâd all just be better off fucking dead. Itâs all Hopeless. Iâm hopeless.âÂ
Bruce took a deep breath. He tried to find his resolve. He wanted nothing more than to be able to reach out to his son again. âYouâre absolutely right Jason. Iâll bet Gotham would be a whole lot better without me. Without the pain I have caused. And no amount of apologies will fix the pain that I have caused you. No words will ever take back the transgressions I have taken against you.â Bruce was crying this time. âBut know this. You always have been my son. And I love you so much. The day I lost my parents was agony. The day I lost you, I felt like I had lost myself I felt I had died a bit inside.â Bruce choked out. âWe both have done so much we regret. If I could take back all the times I hit you I would do it in a heartbeat. But no amount of sorry will take back that pain. I shouldnât be in the position to be asking this. But I just want my son back.â Bruce swallowed. âYou have every right to hate me, but I will never stop loving you. You arenât hopeless and you never have been. You never have been a burden. You are valued by so many people. I. I love you my son. I love you Jason."
Jasonâs face relaxed from a position of contempt and hatred and soon was overcome with years of pent up tears. Jason let out a hearty scream as he proceeded to weep and sob. As if a dam had broke and was threatening to engulf a town in an apocalypse. Bruce went against everything he had known and was screaming from the inside of his body and wrapped Jason in a hug. He was almost as large as Bruce himself and barely fit around his arms. But Bruce held his son and hugged him tight. Jason was crying uncontrollably.Â
âIâm hearing these voices. Theyâre telling me Iâm a monster and a killer and that I should kill all of you.â Jason shouted between sobs. âBut I donât want to. Iâm so afraid Bruce. I donât want to hurt anyone unless I have to.âÂ
âJust breath Jason. Iâm here. Iâm not going anywhere. Let it all out.â Bruce had solidified his resolve and worked on being there for Jason. He couldnât run away this time. His son needed him more than ever. And Gotham be damned. Heâs not making this mistake twice. Heâs staying here. For Jason.Â
It felt like hours before Jason had run out of tears and sobs. Jason was fading and seemed like he was about to fall asleep. The shards of glass that were imbedded in his hand seemingly prevented Jason from bleeding out. Bruce had saw Jasonâs eyes glaze over as his breathing calmed.Â
âJason, Iâm going to pick you up and take you to bed.â Bruce had said, asking for permission from his second son. Jason simply nodded as he starred off. He was numb now. The pain seemingly gone for the moment. Bruce lifted Jason up and was taken aback by just how heavy his son was. He truly was 225lbs just like his records showed. This wasnât the son who hid under the cabinets when Bruce first brought Jason home. But Bruce still saw the boy as his son nonetheless. As Bruce laid Jason on the bed Alfred had approached with a first aid kit. Proceeding to begin to clean up Jasonâs hand. Jason was so exhausted he barely felt any of the picking and pulling or the iodine going into his wounds. He kept his eyes fast forward on Bruce.Â
âBruce. I. Iâm sorry.â Jason had said meekly.Â
âDonât apologize Jason.â Bruce had stated. He ran his hand through Jasonâs hair, giving a soft massage to his scalp. âYou get some sleep now. I donât think youâve rested in days.âÂ
Bruce had remembered the time he had read Jason to sleep. This time he had thought back to a poem that struck him from his phone. It was from a famous lyricist and singer. As Bruce pulled up his phone he had found the poem and recited it as Jason fell asleep. Things are far from perfect or even better. But tomorrow was going to be the first day of the rest of his and Jasonâs lives.Â
âThey told me once, âthere's a place where love conquers allâ
A city with the streets full of milk and honey
I haven't found it yet, but I'm still searching
All I know is a hopeless place that flows with the blood of my kin
Perhaps hopeless isn't a place
Nothing but a state of mindâÂ
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pHEW GOD THAT WAS LONG. I hope you all enjoyed the fic! This was my first published attempt at angst and whump and while I feel some parts are cringe. I am proud of what I made.Â
Big thanks again to @dilfbatman for inspiring this fic. The inspiration of the title is the song Hopeless: by Halsey. The quote about Iâm Sorry is from the character Shadow Maya Amano from Persona 2: Innocent Sin. And the poem at the end is the first part of the lyrics to the song Good Mourning by Halsey.Â
#Jason Todd#Red Hood#Bruce Wayne#Batman#Whump#Angst#Hurt/comfort#Non-ship#Bruce being a good father#Jason trying his best#Jason getting the rest he deserves#The two have gone through so much but they can get help#TW Blood#TW Physical abuse#TW Swearing
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Hopefully, Yours (part 2) | MLQC Victor
Fandom: Mr Love Queenâs Choice
Pairing: Victor/Fem!Reader
Rating: MatureÂ
Word Count: 8326
Summary: It took some cake, a friend, and some impulsive behaviour, but they got there. (part 2 of Hopefully, Yours)
Warnings/Tags: making out, language, my cheeseball antics
a/n: I was afraid of opening this doc at one point because every time I did I added more words to it ;; Also accidentally deleted the first draft, so I hope I didnât leave anything out for this one.Â
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After Hours | Victor and Y/n
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somsom 5 minutes ago
Theyâre both so nice. Victorâs always made out to be this heartless CEO, so itâs nice to see this side of him :)Â
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tooktiktook 7 minutes ago
hmmmMMM
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cheribb 15 minutes ago
their eyes said more than enough <3 <3
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saltqueen 16 minutes ago
what i wouldnât give to have someone look that soft over me
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Victor eyed the cheerful grin splitting Jasonâs face, just a little uneasy in his seat.Â
While having eager eyes on him was not an unfamiliar experience, heâd never been in a position where he was expected to talk about his feelings on camera. Not that he was about to confess in front of the entire crew of the show, but when it came to you the lines always got a little too blurry for his comfort.Â
He got a little too eager.
âJust be nice,â Jason had instructed gently, and Victor steeled himself.Â
They started, quite predictably, by asking him about his ideal type. Resisting the urge to scoff, he tried to stick to the script heâd worked on with Goldman, who had insisted on being present for todayâs shoot. Not that Victor was complaining; it wasnât exactly part of the job description, but Goldman had been enthusiastic, which Victor could appreciate and would certainly reward.Â
Goldman had also spent most of yesterday handling the public relations department in his absence, preparing them for his appearance on the show. A tentative plan would be sent to him by tomorrow morning. He had faith in them, believing that they would be able to make this look good for him.Â
âSomeone who works hard,â he answered, knowing you would laugh at that. âWho can be themselves around me, someone I can be myself around. Someone...kind.â
The times youâve spent in Souvenir flit through his mind, some quiet and some full of bright-eyed chatter.
âYouâve known Y/n for some time, right?â the interviewer asked. She looked nice, but heâd been on the block long enough to know that even the kindest faces can often hide the sharpest teeth.
âYes.â
âWhat do you think of her?â
âSheâs a very kind person,â he said easily. âOne of the most hard-working and inspiring people Iâve ever met.â
You would surely gape like a fool after seeing this. It was a little embarrassing, but Victor was determined to leave your image shiny after this. He would not have any words of his twisted to give you a bad name. If it got even a fraction of his feelings across, well, that was a bonus he wouldnât mind having. The intimate setting of the ferris wheel had seemed to help some, but his admittedly indirect confession didnât reach you as he had hoped.
God, but his father would love this.
âDid you have fun on your date?â
âIt was lovely.â They tacked on another question and he nodded. âI...yes, Iâd love to do it again.â
It was a little curt, but he didnât really get what Goldman had meant by ânod tenderly with a far-off look.â
What would you think of that?
The interviewer raised a brow, her smile widening. âLetâs get to it, then. How do you feel about her?â
For some bizarre reason, the first thing that had come to his mind at this question was his inexplicable need to check your social idea every day. And the way his heart beats just a little faster when youâve posted a new picture. How, in moments of weakness, heâd given in and saved a few to his phone. Even a mental reminder of it made him a little hot under the collar.
There were many things he couldnât even begin to try and explain when it came to you.
Really, the list is endless.
Victorâs current favourite was the video youâd uploaded of eating the tiramisu heâd cooked. He watches it at the end of a bad day and just like that, he feels a little better.
âI think anyone who ends up with her would be the luckiest person in the world,â he said honestly. âSheâs beautiful in every single way.â
The last three words were supposed to have stayed in his head, but saying them felt natural. Goldman seemed to approve, shooting him a discreet thumbs up.
When you walk in, sleep-deprived and grumpy but trying to hide it, thinking he wonât catch on as if he isnât running sharp eyes over every inch of your face. When the first sip of your coffee is too eager, leaving your tongue burnt and him with a pressing need to soothe it with his own. When you eat too much sugar and complain about a stomach-ache; he scolds you for it, but his arms are left straining with the need to wrap themselves around you.
He cherished these moments and wanted every single one all to himself.Â
She makes me greedy.
âWould you want to be that person?â
Victor laughed, light and incredulous.Â
Yes. Yes. Yes.Â
âI guess time will have to answer that question for us,â he said, the ghost of a smile on his lips, leaving it at just the right note to keep viewers hangingâright along with him.
lightscameranaps â @jasonp
Hope yâall enjoyed the episode! #HopefullyYours
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bandanaman @headaccs
@jasonp sooo really sorry about this but weâre kinda dying over here
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raspberrydream @berryberry
@headaccs Victorâs acc is still private. Maybe thereâs something there?Â
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srirachafire @hotsauce
@berryberry But Y/nâs isnât private, and thereâs nothing there. Give it up guys, theyâre just friends.Â
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bandanaman @headaccs
@hotsauce bruh that look?? was not friendshipÂ
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raspberrydream @berryberry
@hotsauce those words?? were not friendship
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srirachafire @hotsauceÂ
@headaccs @berryberry you two?? are hopeless romantics
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lightscameranaps â @jasonp
@headaccs honestly? me too D:Â
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bandanaman @headaccs
@jasonp !!!!!! asdfgdvsd
Closing your Moments and the entire thread discussing the episode, you flop back down onto your mattress. Reaching for your newest plushy, you hug it tight, perhaps a tad too aggressively.Â
Itâs odd. You struggle between the visceral sort of pleasure that comes from a job well doneâbecause the response is terrificâand the trembling nerves that come from watching yourself on a date with Victor.
Watching the episode had been harder than you had expected; you hadnât quite been expecting the way Victor was looking at youâthe intense gaze was a little too convincing, and watching it from the audienceâs perspective was flustering.Â
You spent most of it trying to suppress the inconvenient surges of hope, telling yourself it wasnât real.
There really was nothing to know. The ferris wheel shot had ended there because you had nothing to say to Victorâs answer. You donât know if he was referring to his past or his present, but the look in his eyes made it clear: his feelings were still there. Instead of pressing him, you chose to stay quiet, exhaustion clear in your face and sinking deep into your bones.
Victor had seemed to understand and maybe even appreciate it, probably not wanting to discuss it either, and only insisted on dropping you home. The ride to your place had been mostly silent, but you had tried to ask him his thoughts on the day and the shoot. He kept his answers concise, appearing a little distracted, which was so unlike him it made you wonder if he regretted opening up.
Youâd spent the entire ride trying to quell the delicate little thing trembling in your chest.
The next video started while you were lost in your thoughts, and it happens to be your individual parts. Curious, you lean in, wincing slightly at the way you were fidgeting.Â
And then they switch to Victor. You both had to wear the outfits from the date for these, but you still weren't quite expecting the impact his voice alone would have on you.Â
And as always, those fierce eyes have you freezing in place.
âLetâs get to it, then. How do you feel about her?â
He looks unfazed by the question. Of course, they go over the questions with you beforehand, but you still remember how nervous youâd felt when asked how you felt about him; Victorâs eyes flick towards the camera, filled with intent, as if addressing youâand you close the laptop with a snap, your throat tight.
You donât have to watch that right away.
You had been very careful about what to say, how to act, channeling your inner-Victor to adopt a marble-smooth expression. Say nice things about him? Easy, you didnât even have to make anything up. Imply just enough to keep people guessing.Â
Keep your unwanted feelings to yourself.Â
Palm coming to rest over your heart, pressing down as if it would alleviate the ache there, you try to sort through your thoughts. You never really thought there was a chance, but to hear it confirmed was a blow you werenât prepared for.Â
Itâs ridiculous to feel so insecure, you think. You feel like you lost a competition you had never even had the chance to compete in. And over an unnamed, mysterious figure? So silly!Â
But another part of your mind says itâs okay to feel this way, that itâs only natural. Youâve had such strong feelings for Victor for so long. And all of these feelings, the good and the bad, are yours; the wounds of your heart, the light in your laughter. Fighting them would only make you suffer. The love and the hurt are part of you, both important in their own right.
Knowing all of that doesnât make it easier, though.Â
After all, Victor had alluded to his feelings on camera, to your face. Knowing him, he would never do that unless he was sure about the person.Â
âThis fucking sucks,â you admit out loud, and at the heels of your words come the tears. Because, to make it even worse, people really seem to think itâs you.Â
You canât blame them, because even you had been taken in by his soft looks. Anyone watching would believe heâs smitten with you. Good for the show, terrible for you.Â
Youâre not strong enough to reply to them, to tell them you arenât that fortunate, and have been hoping Victor, or someone from his team, would put a stop to it.Â
But there hasnât been any word from them and you curse out loud at the fact that he expects you to do something about it. As if thereâs any more emphasis needed, your phone vibrates. Unlocking it with a miserable sigh, you scroll down quickly.
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Minor [19:40]: am I watching this right? Boss, are you dating the CEO? PLS SAY NO
Chik [20:21]: You bitch. When were you going to tell me you snagged THAT? So I was right back then, ha! Anyway, you two are adorbs. The puppy eyes are disgusting. Iâm proud of you.
Chik [20:22]: also...deets. Now. Iâll even throw in a please!!!Â
Lucien [20:40]: Well, now. I seem to have missed out on quite the opportunity.
Kiro [20:45]: I wish youâd invited me. But I guess it wouldnât have mattered. I hope he makes you happy, Miss Chips! He better, or else ;P
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Frowning at the texts you scroll back up, hoping, hoping, hoping, and at the sight of the name that always sits at the tip of your tongue, you curl up tighter.
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Victor [21: 05]: Are you okay?
Y/N [21:20]: Iâm fine. Moments seems to be blowing up, haha. Did you watch the episode?
Victor [21: 20]: Yes.
Victor [21: 21]: Did you?
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You pause at that, looking guiltily at your laptop. You had, sort of. Fighting off your own thoughts had taken up most of your attention. Resolving to watch it againâa clear display of previously dormant masochistic tendencies, roused by Victorâ and actually pay attention this time, you turn back to the screen.
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Y/N [21:22]: Yeah, but not the individual parts. It was nice, they made it seem so real! But weâre going to have to say something to let them know thereâs nothing like that. Â
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You wait anxiously for a reply, a part of you clearly suffering from delusion hoping heâd oppose that. When thereâs no text from him for a few minutes, you plug your phone in to charge and get out of bed, heading for a quick shower before you get something to eat.
Heartbreak hasn't been enough to curb your appetite, and you feel more than ready to let dessert have the chance to make you feel better.
Who needs Victor when you have cake, right?
Just as youâre halfway through cutting a slice of the cake Jasonâwell, his teamâhad sent as thanks, trying to keep your thoughts away from the bottle of wine youâve got tucked away, your doorbell rings, breaking the melancholic silence of your apartment. A part of you wants to roll your eyes at your dramatics, while the other feels you have the right to wallow for as long as you need to.
The irrational side of you stirs once more, conjuring thoughts of Victor rushing over, and you peep through the hole with a wildly thumping heart.Â
Lucienâs serene smile chases those thoughts away, and you open the door with a sheepish grin.Â
He looks a little tired, his dark bangs ruffled; unlike his usual sharp appearance, he looks impossibly soft in his barn red sweater and comfortable looking track pants. Heâs also got a folder tucked under one arm.
âHi!âÂ
âSorry to drop by so late,â he greets you, his warm eyes bringing you a little comfort instantly. âBut you mentioned youâd be working on Miracle Finder tomorrow and I wanted you to have the chance to go over my remarks before that.â
âLucien! Thank you,â you insist, waving away his apology. âWould you like to come in? Iâve got cake.âÂ
He searches your face for a moment, and his eyes narrow the slightest bit. You feel a little self-conscious in your over-sized sweatshirt and shorts, but itâs not like he hasnât seen you in various states of disarray before.Â
âCanât really say no to that. Let me get my laptop,â he finally agrees. You wait at the door as he gets it, before leading him in. But you notice his curious, inquisitive looks, so subtle and so Lucien, as he toes off his shoes.
âEverything okay?â You reach for another plate, cutting a second slice as Lucien takes a seat at the table.Â
âYes, of course. Itâs just,â he hesitates, and thereâs that odd scrutiny again. âI wasnât expecting you to be alone.âÂ
âOn a Sunday evening?â The first bite of the cake tastes like sweet comfort over the taste of despondency, and you send a silent thanks to Jason. âI spent the day napping.â
âWell, after the show I just watched,â he says, quite slyly in your opinion. âI wasnât even sure if youâd be home.â
âI didnât know you were interested in dating shows.â Youâre aware your tone is more than a little petulant, but Lucien only laughs around a mouthful of the cake.Â
âI am if youâre in one,â he retorts. âThis is quite nice, by the way.âÂ
âThe director, Jason sent it. And, honestly, it wasnât planned. We were supposed to have Kai and Hollow on, but they ended up clashing horribly. Jason asked me and Victor was around, soâŚâ you trail off, uncomfortable.Â
âIs that why you texted me that day?â He seems to have remembered your message, and you wince slightly. You had texted him later with an apology, but hadnât really expected him to cotton on. He doesn't look mad, just expectant.
âWell, yes, but Jason wanted, he wanted Victor.â Stumbling over your words, heat suffuses your skin as you flounder for a moment.
Lucien watches you with the eyes of a fox and the understanding of a good friend. âJust Jason?â
âHuh?â
âWas it just Jason who wanted Victor?â he asks, tilting his head as your mouth purses.Â
No, no, of course it wasnât. You stare down at your half-eaten cake, the other half of it beginning to churn in your stomach. His small, soft smiles. His scent. His rants on street food and the way he dragged you away from food that would âabsolutely make you ill, you absolute dummyâ as Jason resigned himself to having to cut all of that out. It all comes back in a rush, your head left feeling heavy.
And then it feels the weight of a hand, as Lucien reaches over to pat it gently. âNever mind. Why donât you get your organizer and we can go over tomorrowâs episode?âÂ
Relieved, grateful and slightly emotional over his silent acceptance, you rush to your bedroom to find your notebook and laptop, barely catching the light of your phone screen before it went black. Unplugging and checking it as you exited the room with your materials in hand, your train of thought comes to a screeching halt.
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Victor [21:59]: Do you really believe that?
Victor (2 missed calls)
Victor [22:15]: Y/n.
Victor [22:16]:Â ...Did you fall asleep?
Victor [22:18]: Dummy. Goodnight.Â
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Unwilling to delve into what his first text means, you shift your thick planner in your arms and type a quick reply.Â
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Y/N [22:19]: Hi! Sorry. I went to get something to eat and then Lucien dropped by. Weâre going to get to work haha ^^
Victor [22:19]: âŚ
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You wait for a whole minute before Lucien calls for you, and let your hand fall, phone locked, with a sigh.Â
Well, at least heâll be happy to hear youâre working hard.
Sinking into familiar, engaging discussions with Lucien is easy. Even with the thoughts of Victor looming at the back of your mind, you straighten out a plan for the shoot. Lucien listens to your input carefully, adding his own notes as you squint at yours. His voice, familiar and soothing, lulls you, distracting you from yourself for a short while.
Before you know it, itâs eleven and youâve got a fantastic plan in hand.Â
âIâm sorry I kept you so late,â you say for the second time in a minute, and he gives you an exasperated look. âAnd thank you.âÂ
âIâve told you, thereâs no need for all that between us,â Lucien repeats, crossing one long leg over the other as he adopts a thoughtful look. âHowever, perhaps you could satisfy my curiosity regarding one thing.â
âWhat is it?âÂ
You were prepared for a philosophical question. What he comes up with is, in your opinion, way more difficult to answer.Â
âWhy arenât you with Victor?â he asks seriously. You blink, uncomprehending.
âLike, right now?âÂ
âRight now, or in general. I didnât think he would just...let you be,â Lucien mutters the last part under his breath, but you still catch it. He continues to say something about possessive bastards, but youâre not touching that.
âI think youâve misunderstood,â you say, slowly, with a nervous laugh, shoulders hunching a little. âAll of that was just for the camera. Victor and I arenât like that.âÂ
âBut you have feelings for him,â Lucien points out, cutting straight to the heart of the matter and yours. Really, this is almost cruel. Lucien turns to face you fully as you sigh and sink back into the couch.Â
âI do.â Itâs the first time youâve admitted it out loud. Sure, some of the people in your life have had an idea, but youâve never said it. Lucien seems like a good person to start with. âBut he doesnât feel the same way, so.âÂ
And youâve never said that out loud either. It hurts, as you put it out into the universe. As if shying away from it before would have increased your chances.Â
Lucien looks at you oddly. âDid he say that? Because the way he looks at you says otherwise. Itâs quite embarrassing.â
You feel heat creeping up the back of your neck.
âIâve never told him how I feel,â you mumble, pressing the side of your cheek into the soft fabric, hoping it would swallow you up.Â
âThen how do you know how he feels?â Lucien continues to probe, and you exhale forcefully because itâs so clear to you; why isnât it ever as clear to everyone else?Â
And Lucien is supposed to be your smart friend!
âWell, thereâs also someone else in his life but I canât exactly say that.â
âBecause itâs Victor,â you declare with an emphatic sweep of your hands, hoping it would somehow get your point across, that it would explain how unattainable he is. Just as you do, two things happen successively.Â
One: Lucien looks at you as if he wants to boink you on the head or laugh really loudly. He does neither, but his mouth twitches violently.
And two: thereâs a series of loud, heavy knocks on your door, before the culprit seems to remember you have a doorbell and rings that instead. It only rings once, but you can sense that the person is still there.
Exchanging alarmed looks with Lucien, you rise to your feet and shuffle towards the door.
âLet me,â Lucien murmurs, stopping you before you can reach the entrance, and steps forward to look through the peephole. His only reaction is a quick, sharp exhale before he steps back to unlock the door.Â
Without telling you who was just knocking at your door like a maniac.Â
âWait, who i-â the words fall away with your panicked thoughts, as Lucien opens the door to reveal your uninvited visitor.
It really is Victor this time, with his chest heaving as if heâd run up the stairs. Victor, with his inky hair pushed back carelessly, in dark grey sweats and a light grey t-shirt and indoor slippers.Â
Victor, with a furious look in his eyes as he pushes past Lucien, who looks a little too entertained in the face of such ire.Â
âSorry to intrude on your cosy evening,â he says, after a short pause, through clenched teeth. You stare at him in disbelief, unable to form actual words at the moment. It feels as if a concentrated storm itself has swept into your living room, ready to swallow you up.Â
Of course, a part of you would be more than okay with that. Even with that knife-sharp glint in his eyes, you canât help but want to throw yourself at it, let it graze the softest parts of you, in an emotional variation of bloodletting.Â
Sometimes you surprise yourself with the things you think.
Maybe you shouldâve changed into nicer pyjamas after all, damn it.
âVictor? What-is everything okay?â You look him over carefully, seeing no visible signs of injury. The stony look on his face, however, keeps you from coming too close. What could you possibly have done now?
Swiftly, you run through a list of work-related tasks. Nope. Nothing. Youâve been sure to give it your all this week just so Victor wouldnât feel the need to call you.
Even now, though, something under your skin starts buzzing, as it always does when his entire attention is on you.
âYes. Why wouldnât everything be okay?â he says mutinously, crossing his arms over his chest. Okay, youâre sensing more than a little hostility here.Â
And, because life is unfair, bitchy is also a good look on Victor.
âWell,â you draw out, looking past him at Lucien, who shrugs lightly. Victor frowns at the exchange. He levels a downright lethal glare at Lucien, who tilts his head in clear interest. Kinda hot, but you should probably keep that to yourself lest you push Victor to the point of spitting fire. âItâs...late...and youâre hereâŚ?â
That has his mouth doing that little spasm it does when heâs pissed. âAnd I notice Iâm not the only one. What, is it just me whoâs barred from coming to your place this late?âÂ
âWell, n-no,â you stammer, looking once more at Lucien who seems content to watch and be unhelpful. âBut Lucien was just here to talk about tomorrowâs episode.âÂ
Why are you here?Â
The question seems to hang in the air, unsaid yet clear.Â
Victor says nothing, standing tall in your living room like an indignant matron. You feel helpless, confused, elated and increasingly offended because of the implication in his words that only catches up to you now.
You pick the path of offense.
âBut what, exactly, did you think Lucien was doing here?â you ask, your tone turning decidedly cooler. He returns your glare. Behind him, you see Lucien trying to hide a smile. âYou seem to be under the impression that I make it a habit of entertaining people in my evenings?âÂ
Victor blinks at that, arms coming loose, and you hold up a hand.
âAnd even if I did want to have friends over at night,â you say loudly, through gritted teeth. âWhat business is it of yours?âÂ
âItâs inappropriate,â he insists.Â
âNo, whatâs inappropriate is you coming into my house and telling me who I should, or should not, be spending time with, regardless of the time.â Much to your frustration, you find yourself blinking back tears as your voice cracks towards the end.Â
Victor deflates at that, the ice in his expression melting in the face of your furious tears; Lucien, concern clear on his face, takes a step towards you. Your eyes squeeze shut, as if that would hide you from them; anger and embarrassment war within you at not only crying in front of Victor, but to have a quiet Lucien witnessing this ridiculous drama.Â
Where did your peaceful day go?
You hear footsteps, hesitant and barely audible, come closer, feel the heat from a body as it nears yours.Â
âIâm sorry. Iâll leave.â Itâs Victor.
Your eyes snap open to the sight of his back, your feet carrying you forward without the aid of your thoughts, a hand curling loosely into his t-shirt.Â
Leave? Just like that?Â
He stops in his tracks, looking back down at you in surprise. Youâre not sure what he sees as you keep your eyes fixed on his shoulder, but it makes him sigh softly.
A thumb wipes under your eyes, gentle, and strong arms wrap around you carefully, pulling you into anâunreasonably broad, you thinkâchest; his comforting scent envelopes you, pulling you back from the edge.Â
Itâs frustrating. You want to yell at him for barging in like a lunatic. But you donât want him to leave. You want to sink into his steady embrace and allow the solace it brings.
With your face pressed to his t-shirt, you miss the way he looks back at Lucien, who nods and turns to leave, but not before holding Victorâs gaze for a moment longerâyou donât see the warmth drain from his face, the vicious warning warning clear in his eyes.Â
Victor pulls you closer, nodding once.Â
If Lucienâs answering smile is a touch more resigned than amused, neither of them can really acknowledge it.Â
You try to pull back when you hear the door close gently, but Victor cards a hand through your hair and you slump back into his embrace.Â
âIâm sorry,â he repeats, stroking your hair, with a gentle hesitance uncharacteristic for the decisive man. âThat was...extremely inappropriate of me. I should not have done that. I can leave. I should.â
He should. But neither of you move. His heart beats a little faster, the sound clearer the longer your ear remains pressed into his chest.Â
With cotton in your mouth, your mind totally mush with the knowledge that Victorâs hugging you, and with the little voice yelling that he does not get to hold you after driving you to tearsâit takes you a moment to form a response.Â
But you canât resist. âSo what youâre saying is you made an impulsive decision.âÂ
The soft motions of his hand pause before he huffs into your hair. Thereâs no other response, and it makes you smile a little.
âWhy did you?â you finally ask. Victor quite visibly lost his cool. While he did seem to have something against Lucien, this was a bit much. You hadnât been aware that the hostility ran this deep.
He tucks your head under his chin, the arm around your waist tightening, and as the anger subsides, your face begins to heat up as you realize how intimate this is. But Victor seems content to stay like this, and your heart hammers when you feel something brush the crown of your head.Â
âDummy,â he mutters, and yes, his words are slightly muffled by your hair, and you feel the urge to stick your head in the refrigerator. âYou had that guy over this late at night. Do you really need to ask?âÂ
âItâs just Lucien,â you respond, and this time he lets you pull your head away to look at you with abject disbelief.Â
âJust? Thereâs no just with that guy.â He seems serious, so you swallow the laughter bubbling up.
âLucien is a dear friend,â you assure him. âYou were really that worried about it?â
âWorried,â Victor repeats, staring at you. Your confusion is clear in your face, as the feeling that youâre missing something creeps in. âWorried. Yes. I was worried.âÂ
You nod encouragingly, and take a quick step back when he laughs. It isnât one of his airy laughs, that escapes him when he finds something funny. Itâs low, almost strangledâand then he steps forward, expression melting into sheer intent.Â
When he speaks, his voice is a full octave lower and it scrambles your brains with shameful ease.
âSince he was the one you considered over me for our date that day. Yes, I suppose I was worried,â he muses, matching every unsteady step you take backwards with one towards you. You refrain from pointing out that it was for a show, and all too soon, the back of the sofa hits your hips and Victor looms over you.Â
You tuck the part about him knowing you wanted to ask Lucien first away for later. Victor, his soothing scent, the heat from his breath, his tempestuous gazeâyour senses flood with him.
âY-yeah. But you didnât need to be, he always helps us out,â you point out confusedly, and he gives you a familiar, unimpressed look that brings a small, and odd, measure of relief.Â
âWhat kind of a person would I be,â he says, and your stomach swoops as he leans over you, hands resting on the top of the sofa as you lean back. âIf I let dangerous men like him think they have a chance with you?âÂ
âDangerous? HeâsâŚâ The rest of his words catch up and you canât think, tongue struggling to form coherent speech. âNot...dangerous?âÂ
âToo dangerous,â he murmurs, lips brushing over your temple. Something in the back of your throat trembles. âEven if I donât have the right, IâŚâ
He doesnât continue.
Holding your breath, you count to five before releasing it, pulse beating an anticipatory beat in your veins. âWhy should anyone think they donât have a chance with me?âÂ
You know he hasnât, but with how everything in you stills after asking that question, you wonder if he stopped time.
Youâre not sure if itâs the right question to have asked, or the worst.
But it gives him pause, and when the tip of your tongue slips out to wet your lips, his eyes slide down to your mouth. A large hand slides up your spine to rest at the back of your head, your skin erupting with goosebumps at the touch.Â
Your lips part on the softest sound and it makes something rumble in his chest, quiet but clear with how close he is.Â
It gives you what youâve been dreaming ofâVictorâs lips falling over yours, soft, with a rushed breath and fervent eyes, something desperate at the edge of it. Everything goes quiet, with only your blood pounding in your ears. It feels as if every inch of you is awake in a tingly sort of way, your thoughts deserting you at the way he looks at you, ready to devour.Â
Thereâs hunger in his eyes, and you feel faint when it hits you.
Itâs also his answer, you realize, mouth opening to say something, anything, and he pulls you back, kissing you fiercely. Something in you caves, spilling into your blood, setting it alight with a burst of sparking desire.
Victor kisses with his entire body, like he does everything else: controlling every inch of it, sweeping your mind clean, licking into your mouth with the determination that drives his every action, to conquer.
But youâve been determined to match him since the day you first met him, all too eager to push back and clash. You donât mind the clack of teeth, the lack of rhythm, and Victor only presses in harder as your arms slide over his shoulders, fingers weaving into his hair. Your tongue is a sly thing that licks along his, your mouth a clever warm weapon that sucks at it, and he unravels.Â
Hands that were so careful lose their caution as they dig into the sides of your hips, slinking down and hooking around your thighs as he lifts you up, your legs wrapping around his waist.
âYouâre not stopping me,â he rasps against your lips, almost questioning, pupils blown wide. He looks so good you might just lose your mind, and this is after a kiss.
Taking a page out of his book, you kiss him again.Â
He carries you around the sofaâwith a strength youâll be sure to admire deeply once youâve regained the ability to form thoughtsâeven as he sucks bruises into the delicate skin of your neck, sitting down with you sinking into his lap.Â
Youâre shivering, you realize, at this sudden fulfilment of a desperate, impossible wish. Your knees press into the sides of his thighs as Victor kisses the corners of your mouth, the curve of your upper lip, the plush, swollen jut of your lower lipâand you feel deliriously drunk.Â
He watches you carefully.
âOh,â you say, half-slurring, kissed stupid. âThatâs why.â
âHm,â he agrees, nuzzling the side of your face. His eyes are bright, his arms a grounding touch around your back. âNo one should think they get to have this.âÂ
âNo one but you?â Itâs meant to be clever, sharper, but it comes out shy instead. He nips at the shell of your ear, and you canât bring yourself to be mad about it.Â
âIf you allow it,â he confirms. He presses his lips to the soft skin behind your ear.
Something swells within you, sweet, sudden and threatening to dissolve you into tears. It breaks open, everything youâve worked so hard to suppress spilling out like hoarded treasure out of a box now too small to hold it.
âI like you.â It comes out in a rush, and you slap your hands over your face. This time, his low chuckle rings clear in your ears. But when your breath hitches on a sob, his grip on you tightens, lips finding your forehead. âI really like you. So much. I have for a while. At the fair, all of it, I wasnât...wasnât acting.âÂ
âWhat, and you thought I was?â He looks a little offended when you take a peek at his face. But the sight of his ruffled hair and kissed-puffy lips sends a hot, thrilled jolt through you, and you have to restrain yourself from pouncing. âI have many skills. Acting, admittedly, is not one of them.â
âI thought maybe it was a hidden passion or something,â you mutter, trying to repress a wet laugh at the withering look he gives you, gentle hands wiping at your eyes. âWhat, you were great!â
âNope. That was all real,â he declares, pulling you in to rest against him, your head on his shoulder. You feel a little awkward, but thatâs mostly outweighed by how much you want to stay here. â...well, maybe I was a littleâŚâ
âNicer than usual?â you offer, and he huffs into your hair. âCheesy, like you binge-read several romance novels the night before?â
âCheesy?â He protests, and you laugh with warmth building and rushing through you. âI thought you liked all that.âÂ
âI do.â This time, the kiss he presses into the crown of your head is firmer.Â
âThen Iâll do it.â You look up at him, a little enchanted, a little bewildered, but the former wins out as the corners of his mouth curl up. âEvery silly thing you want to do. Oh, and I really like you too.â Itâs almost a scoff, but the tremor in his voice and the flush that spreads across his skin speaks his truth.
âReally?â you ask, your grin a little mad and ridiculously beatific. It feels unreal, the joy and relief spreading through you; he pecks the tip of your nose.
âHave I ever given you reason to doubt me?â Victor asks, and the solemn sincerity in his voice prompts you to deliver a loud, smacking kiss to his cheek, just because you can. To your unending joy, the lobes of his ears are almost impossibly red.Â
âNever,â you assure him, peppering more kisses over his skin, fascinating by the sight of him pinkening. A thought strikes you, dampening your rising spirits. âI thought...thought there was someone else.âÂ
He makes a soft, surprised noise in his throat, disbelief winning out over the tenderness for a moment. âWho?â
âI donât know!â You press your face into the side of his neck, inhaling his comforting scent, hoping it would help with the remnants of hurt. âSome mystery goddess.âÂ
Heâs quiet as you nuzzle his rapidly warming skin, feeling the first hints of sheer mortification settle in at the way your voice just cracked. He whispers something.Â
âSorry?âÂ
Victor clears his throat. âJust you.â He buries his nose in your hair before you have the chance to lean back like you want to. âItâs only ever been you.âÂ
Not expecting the sincere confession, it feels as if the breath was punched out of you. âWhy didnât you ever say anything?âÂ
He toys with a strand of your hair, curling it absently around a finger. âI didnât want to overstep. And to make you feel like you had to reciprocate.âÂ
You stay silent, sensing that he has more to say, even though you want nothing more than to wrap yourself around him and never let go.
âIâll admit that I feared you would feel pressured to be with me. And that would...I would rather see you happy with someone else, than see you miserable with me.â
âI could never be miserable with you,â you protest at once, feeling almost offended by the mere suggestion.Â
âIâm not...I know I can be difficult.â The words fall out in a rushed exhale, as if he wants to get them out before they can be swallowed; you feel weak with the force of your emotions. âBut I can try for you. I did that day. I wanted you to relax, to have fun, like you do with your friends. I didnât want you to be so...cautious.âÂ
Itâs true, you realize guiltily, that there are times where you canât completely relax in Victorâs company. Those are the days where your feelings sit a little heavier in your stomach, when his words strike a little sharper. The thought of disappointing him, of doing something not to his taste, of judgment, held you back.Â
But the day of the fair had been different. He met you halfway, maybe even more than that, and never said a word of complaint. Youâd assumed that had been for the camera, though.
âPlease,â he says with a roll of his eyes, and you realize youâd said that out loud. âNo, that wasâŚâ He lowers his gaze, long lashes fanning over the tops of his cheekbones. âThat was to show you that you can have fun with me too. I...like you. The way you are. Every bit. The determined, unyielding parts.â
You stare at him.
âThe hurting, unsure parts,â he says, a little quieter. âThe silly, ridiculously cute partsâdonât look at me like that.â
âLike what,â you ask, your overworked mind trying to process his words, knowing your smile is probably embarrassingly dopey.Â
He scowls at you. âJust be yourself with me. Dummy is fine.âÂ
âVictor,â you exclaim all of a sudden, startling him. âHow am I supposed to stay standing in the face of you saying things like that?âÂ
He rolls his eyes again. âFirst of all, youâre sitting right now, and I donât plan to let you move for a while.â Predictably, you feel a little lightheaded at that. âAnd as for the future...then donât try to stand, dummy. You can just rest here.â He pulls your head to rest on his shoulder, patting it firmly.
âIâm going to die,â you say with absolute certainty into his shoulder. âI canât survive this.âÂ
âYou have to,â he mutters dryly, tucking you more firmly against him. âHavenât you seen the discussions? Our âlove storyâ canât end in your death, too many would be left devastated.âÂ
âIncluding you?â The look you direct at him is positively vulpine, and he snorts, pushing your head back down. Bully.Â
The titillated fluttering in your stomach makes you smile.
â...I canât become a widower before we even get married,â he says solemnly, and you can nearly feel the blood drain from your face as you rear back.Â
The corners of his mouth twitch with something like mischief, and the smack you deliver to his bicep is perfectly justified.Â
The undoubtedly chiselled muscle you feel very briefly will also require further rumination once youâre alone.
Heâs cracking marriage jokes, no doubt referring to the few comments gushing about a secret wedding. An hour ago, you had been under the impression that he was madly in love with some mystery figure.Â
Like a bird just freed, your heart flutters at the thought of him having feelings for you.
âSay it again.âÂ
To his credit, he doesnât do you the disservice of pretending he doesnât know what youâre asking for. He clears his throat, eyes flicking to the side before finding their way back to yours.Â
âI like you,â he says, a little lower, a lot deeper. âDummy.âÂ
You wish you could see what your face was doing, because it makes his eyes go really, really soft. Now that you arenât weighed down by the frantic need to hide your feelings from one of the most astute people youâve ever met, you feel like you could float away the way youâve seen Gavin do, just from how free and happy you feel.
âJust for the record,â you say quietly. âI like you the way you are too.â
âHm?â
âEven when youâre being a jerk.â He tweaks your ear lightly, rolling his eyes when you giggle. Your heart beats a harsh beat as you try to come up with the right words. âBut youâre also the best man I know. When you have it together, and when you donâtâIâll be there for you. Always.â The way heâs always been there for you.
He kisses the tip of your nose, his pretty eyes a little shinier than before.
âWe should aim for a real date first.â He sounds decisive, and a little hoarse.
â...I have a list of places I thought would be good for our first date,â you admit, eyes still locked with his despite your shy admission. He looks pleased, always happy when you take the initiative, and you watch his mouth do that tender thing for a second before leaning in for a swift kiss, catching his lower lip between your teeth as you pull away.
âGood.â His head falls back onto the sofa as your lips trail down his neck curiously, mouthing at the slope of his adamâs apple. Just because you can. âSend it to me.â
âGood,â you murmur, breath hitching in your throat as his hands curl over your waist, skimming the hem of your sweatshirt. âWeâre doing this, then.âÂ
âMost definitely.â With how throaty his voice has gotten as you reach his clavicle, a gentle explorer, youâre not sure words will be your allies for much longer.
âWill you be my boyfriend then, Mr. CEO?â you ask playfully, tasting the words in your mouth. Victor makes a soft, content sound in his throat.Â
âIâm all yours,â he affirms, relishing the words in his mouth, raising his head to look at you through hooded eyes. You both know it, just a little, but saying the words brings a giddy, vulnerable sort of feeling with them. âAnd youâŚâ
With no need for hope, just certainty, you rise up to kiss him softly.Â
âIâm yours.âÂ
BTS:
Goldman stares at Jason in horrified disbelief, shocked by the words that had just left the directorâs mouth. He glances at his boss, whose only reaction had been to cock a brow.Â
âWould you be open to replacing Kai?â
âIâm...not really one for such shows,â Victor says, quite delicately in Goldmanâs opinion, knowing the man usually has no qualms about being savagely blunt.
âIâm aware. I just thought it would be something different, something that would let people see a different side of you,â Jason explains, still completely at ease.Â
Victorâs expression makes it quite clear he doesnât care about people seeing other sides of him.
âWhoâs the other participant? Did Hollow come back?â Goldman asks, curious despite himself. In his very personal opinion, which he will definitely be keeping to himself, it might be nice for Victorâs image if people saw he isnât always heartless.Â
âOh, no. She didnât,â Jason says pleasantly. But the look in his eyes is almost hawklike as he keeps them locked on Victor. âI asked Y/n to do it instead. She agreed.âÂ
Now, to the untrained eye, Victor gives no outward reaction to that statement.Â
But Goldman sees the way his brow twitches, the way his lips purse the slightest bit. He wonders if Jason, as a director with many years of experience under his belt, caught it too.Â
âShe agreed?â Victor asks, sounding as if he doesnât quite believe it.Â
âYes,â Jason answers, suddenly distracted as he glances at his wristwatch. He sighs, a touch too dramatic to be convincing, but Goldman doesnât think Victor cares about that. âBut I understand. We wouldnât want you to do something youâre not interested in. I have to go check on her, weâll keep you updated.â
Something is happening here, Goldman realizes. Jason isnât rushing out, but seems to be waiting for something.Â
Victor, staring at the surface of the coffee table, is struggling.Â
Goldman struggles too. He struggles not to roll his eyes in abject exasperation, to pray for divine patience. Why is he like this? Of course, to step into such an obvious trap surely goes against all the instincts heâs honed over the years, but none of that matters when it comes to the delicate matters of the heart!Â
Instead, he catches Jasonâs eyes, pushing his glasses up his nose, eyes glinting.Â
âBut who else would you ask to step in on such short notice?â Goldman asks, pointedly.Â
And finally, Goldman holds his breath as the ghost of a smirk passes over Jasonâs mouth.
This is it.
âOh, it shouldnât be a problem. Y/n said she could call Professor Lucien, having already guessed Victor wouldnât be, um, up for it. She really knows you well, huh?â Jason informs them cheerfully, and even Goldman isnât expecting that. He thought Jason would go for the âwho will help poor y/nâ route.
Itâs obvious manipulation, and they all know it. Knowing Victor, he will stubbornly refuse to give in and suffer for it. At least, the way heâs glaring at Jason seems to indicate that.
Goldman rushes through several justifications in his head, forming a rapidly coherent argument as to why he should do it, carefully keeping âif you donât want to see her with someone else, suck it upâ and âplease, please, watching you sulk is really sad I canât do itâ off the list.Â
Surely, Victor wouldnât let the sexy professor sweep you off your feet? Heâs heard the man talk, that kind of smooth talk should not be allowed and holy hell, Jason has played this really well.Â
âThey do get along well, so it should work,â Jason muses, slathering a little more icing on his three-tier cake of clear-cut manipulation, drama, and subterfuge.
âIâll do it.â Itâs said through a tightened jaw, but it rings clear in the silence of the room. Goldman abandons his mental speech, head whipping around to stare at Victor.
âOh?â Jason sounds genuinely surprised, as if he hadnât been aiming for this from the start.Â
âYes,â comes the answer, leaving no room for argument.Â
âAre you sure?â Jason asks, oddly somber, finally abandoning the pretense. So he is in possession of some morals, who would have thought?
âGive me the briefing,â Victor says, shoulders set in a firm, determined line Goldman is all too familiar with.Â
Jason relaxes into his seat, relief clear in his face.Â
And as Victor turns to him, giving him specific instructions about his outfit, cologne and flowers, determined to do this right with that familiar, besotted spark in his eye, Goldman feels warm pride trickle in.Â
âWeâre gonna get you the girl, boss.â
Aaaaaaand...CUT.Â
I know the last behind the scenes thing wasnât really needed but I had toÂ
Thank you for reading, I hope you liked it!
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