#littleredwing89challenge

[yjhariani]

Two Years‍

Damian X F!Reader

Word Count: ± 2250

Warnings: A little bit of Arabic transliteration, immediately free-translated to English on the next sentence. 

This is my entry for @littleredwing89​ ‘s writing challenge. This is also my first time participating in any challenge at all. I am shy :o)

Prompts:

“This reminded me of you.”

“Is that my book?”

“Is that blood?” “Yes, but, that doesn’t matter right now, what matter is--” “You are literally bleeding.”

When I arrived home, I found Damian in the kitchen. He was masking it, but, he seemed startled when I set foot in the kitchen. I could say that I found mess scattered here and there. All I could conclude was that he was cooking.

There was water being boiled in a pot on the stove, a knife was dangerously hanging halfway by the edge of the counter, the oven was opened and radiating heat out of it, and Damian quickly fixed his hair by combing his fingers through it. I felt his gaze following wherever my eyes landed on until the last one.

"You're home early and you're cooking," I started, impressed.

Damian took a moment before responding, "Yes."

Wow, I wondered why.

No, I did not. I knew why. He felt bad and judging by how, with slightly pursed lips, he briefly looked down before he looked at me again, I could tell that he surely felt like he was in trouble. 

Damian parted his lips, about to say something, but, sighed instead. However, he inhaled a little deeper as he pressed his palms together after that and said, "I'm sorry I forgot. I was… I found an old drawing back in the studio, dated today two years ago. That's when I, uh… remer‒remember."

I, honestly, would not make a big deal out of it since I could have just reminded him about it.

"Oh, Damian you have important things clouding your mind. You're producing ideas that bloom in your brain to make it… something physical," I smiled as I approached him. "You could've just called me earlier and said," I opened my palms with spread fingers in front of my chest, "'Happy anniversary!' and that should be enough."

Damian pressed his lips into a thin smile before saying, "No, that shouldn't. So… I'm cooking dinner."

"Anything troubling you? What can I help with?" I offered.

"Ah, no," Damian hummed. "I mean, you can wait. I'll call you when it's ready. It's gonna be a while, I hope you don't mind."

"Are you sure?" I asked.

Damian nodded. When I only looked at him after that to ensure that he really did not want any help, he pecked me on the lips.

"I have to go back to cooking," Damian lightly chuckled.

"Alright," I laughed.

"Happy anniversary, Y/N," Damian stated.

"Happy anniversary, Damian," I replied as I moved on from the kitchen.

With that, I decided that the least thing I could do was to have a nice shower and made myself presentable, somewhat, for my husband. I made myself clean and made sure I smelled nice as well. In addition to that, I put on fancy undergarments underneath a set of comfortable clothes. Just in case.

I started walking back to the kitchen, meaning to at least help with something. Before I even got close to that room, Damian yelled, "Do not come here."

Sure. Fine.

So, I returned to the bedroom, returned to my bag, where I had kept a present I got for Damian. I was itching to just shove the thing to Damian's face because I wanted to see his reaction when he opened it.

Another idea I had was to put it on the nightstand earlier this morning. However, it happened that Damian woke up earlier than me and looked like he had not touched even the books that he stacked on the nightstand. Maybe buying him another book was a bad idea.

Damian might need something more useful for the art showcase he would be doing with his old friends from college. He could always use some paintbrushes or paint. I did not even know if the book I bought was to his liking. I just saw that it was similar to the ones he had by the nightstand.

I put the wrapped book next to the stack of books Damian left on the nightstand. I took one of the books from the stack and flipped through it as I sat myself down on the edge of the bed.

There were a lot of scribbles of doodles, sketches, and even notes thrown on the pages here and there. Damian did that to, uh, very likely every book, at least the ones similar to this one that I was holding.

Looking through the pages, I stopped at a quite interesting. In between scribbled pages, there was a clean one.

"Is that… my book?" Damian's voice came in a sudden, surprising me enough to make me jolt in my seat.

I turned around and saw Damian entering the bedroom. Now, he had a finger twisted and twirled in the hem of his shirt. That area of his shirt was soaked in water and something red.

"Is… that blood?" I suspected.

"Yes, but, that doesn't matter. What matter is‒"

"You're bleeding," I concluded. "You are literally bleeding."

"Don't think about it," Damian shrugged, now within arm's length to me. "What are you doing with my book?"

"I am reading it," I played off.

"You're reading it," Damian copied.

"Yes," I smiled, reaching for Damian's finger that he twirled with the hem of his shirt.

Damian did not let me grab his hand.

"Let me see," I insisted.

"It's nothing," Damian assured.

I looked at him, completely not convinced.

"You're reading my book," Damian scoffed, obviously amused. "Tell me what's it about again?"

Ah, dang…

"It's about," I paused, "a man."

Damian nodded.

"And a woman," I continued. "They're—their relationship is somewhat forbidden."

That was a wild guess, I thought.

With his good hand, Damian took the book from me and looked at the page I was on. He grinned.

"Dearest, I'm almost convinced you did read my book," Damian expressed.

Wait, actually?

I had to be honest, I was not even that familiar with Arabic numerals.

Damian sat down next to me. He put the book on his lap and pressed it flat with the base of his hand while his finger traced a part of the writing.

"Oh, this reminded me of you," Damian said. "It translated to Rita and the Riffle."

"The book?" I asked.

"No, just this one po‒poa—part. Just this one part," Damian flatly answered.

He did not say chapter and I was pretty sure he almost said poem.

"Ismu Rita kaana eida fi fammi," Damian read before mumbling, "Y/N. Ismu Y/N kaana eida fi fammi. Jismu Y/N kaana earsa fi dammi."

"Which… translated to?"

"Your name was a feast in my mouth. Your body was a wedding in my blood," Damian said. "Wa ana da'tu bi-Y/N… sanaten."

Damian's face lit up a little as he said the last word.

"And I got lost in you for two years," Damian said.

"Two years?" I repeated.

"Wa hiya naamat  faw'a zundi, sanaten," Damian continued. "And she slept on my arm for two years."

"Did it actually say two years?" I asked.

"It did," Damian nodded. "Conveniently."

"Why riffle, then?" I asked, letting go of the smile I had on my face.

"As you guessed earlier, their relationship is, somewhat, frowned upon back in the days. Rita‒not her real name‒was an Israeli woman and the writer, Mahmoud Darwish was a known Palestinian poet. They ended their relationship when Rita joined the Israeli military. The popular way of explaining this situation is by saying that Darwish was torn between his love for this woman and his country."

"That reminded you of me?" I gasped.

"No," Damian chuckled. "The way he described Rita is what reminded me of you."

Damian closed the book and put it back on the nightstand. However, he hovered over the wrapped book I had put there earlier. He looked at me.

"No. Let me look at that finger first," I stated. "Are you even done cooking, Mr Wayne?"

"Almost there, sayidati," Damian said. "I just need to‒"

"Find the first aid kit because you murdered your finger with a knife?" I cut off.

"I just need to get you. Well, I suppose I should change my shirt, at least," Damian clarified. "Also, it's not that bad."

"Your shirt is covered in blood," I pointed out.

"Yeah, I will change," Damian said.

Shaking my head, I got up and walked over towards the closet where we kept the first aid kit. Bringing it back with me to the bed, I found Damian already snooping over towards the wrapped gift.

Even then, Damian still looked guilty when I caught him doing so. In a cute way. I saw him almost smiling.

"Let's trade," Damian suggested. "You can look after my tiny, tiny cut, I get to open that," he flicked his head towards the gift.

"Fine," I surrendered, "but, you're not using this hand."

I took Damian's injured hand, revealing his slightly damp hands to me. There was a cut on his middle finger. A little bit of blood was still coming out of the cut.

Proceeding from that, I took out a bottle of antiseptic liquid and put some of it onto a cotton ball. After that, I applied it to Damian's injury, very carefully not to surprise him.

As I was wrapping a band-aid around Damian's finger, he had managed to open the present and was looking at the cover of the book. Internally, I had been crossing my fingers, hoping that he had not had that one book somewhere in his library.

"Y/N," Damian softly called. "Do you know what kind of book this is?"

"Um… it's a poetry book," I answered. "By—I don't know if I pronounce his name correctly, but, the bookshop owner said it's by Elia Abu Madi."

I did not get a response from that.

"Right?" I asked.

"Yeah," Damian flatly said.

"I-I… I saw the other book in a vintage bookshop. I asked the owner about it and he said it's a poetry book by Mahmoud Darwish. You seem to like that book a lot, so, I thought maybe I get you something similar. I'm‒I don't know if you'd like that one or-or if you already have it for that matter," I explained, delivering a little chuckle in the end.

I did some research after I bought the book. Apparently, I missed a little on the 'similar' aspect. First of all, the nationality of the two poets was very much different—Elia Abu Madi was a Lebanese and Mahmoud Darwish was a Palestinian even though he did live in Lebanon for a period of time. Also, they were known to different generations of the Arabic literature movement.

"No, I don't have this one yet," Damian said. "Thank you."

Done taking care of his finger, I returned Damian's hand to him.

"So, I'm exposed," Damian concluded.

"That you like poetry?" I guessed.

Damian hummed a confirmation.

"Why, because poetry isn't something, oh, so manly and that you've been denying that you enjoy poetry, Mr Straightforward?" I teased.

As he threw his gaze down, Damian scoffed a smile.

"You're an artist for damn's sake, it's impossible that you don't appreciate poetry," I chuckled. 

Wrapping an arm around my waist, Damian pulled me towards him. He pressed his lips against my temple.

"Right," Damian hummed. "Now that you know about that… I have something for you."

Following that, Damian reached out to the gap under our bed. He pulled out a pocket-sized book. He put it on my lap with the binding pointing in my direction.

I flipped the cover open and saw a sketch of my side profile making a duck face at a sketch of Damian himself smiling slightly.

"I've been meaning to give you this for weeks. I just don't have the courage," Damian admitted.

No way he did not have the courage. Besides… weeks? How long had he been working on this?

"Aw, this is so sweet," I commented as flipped the page.

Instead of more sketches, there were writings on the pages. On the top page, there was Arabic writing and on the bottom page, there was English writing. The following pages also had the same format. Occasionally, there were sketches, too.

"Don't… read it yet. I'll read it for you," Damian said.

"It's not the translation?" I asked.

"It is. I just want you to hear how it sounds like in my head," Damian reasoned.

"Oh, that's very romantic of you, Damian," I smiled. "Thank you. I love it."

Damian shook his head in disbelief.

"The food's getting cold, beloved. Let me change so I look at least decent compared to your gorgeous self," Damian said. "Maybe you want to wait in the dining room?"

"Yeah, I'm a little thirsty," I said.

"Alright," Damian said.

We got up and parted directions. Damian went to get a shirt, I went to the kitchen, which was right by the dining room.

As I was getting some water, I could not help but take a peek at the dining room.

There was some food, at least half of them were the food I would very much enjoy. However, my heart fluttered when I saw a wrapped box the size of a food basket sitting in the middle of the table. 

"Oh, Damian," I sighed.

"Yes?" Damian responded, surprising me that he showed up out of a sudden like that.

Reacting to my shock, Damian put his hand on my back and ran it up and down.

"Sorry," he quietly said.

"Did you actually forgot today's our wedding anniversary?" I asked.

Smiling, Damian led me to the table.

"Let's just eat," Damian said.

"Did you?" I repeated.

Not saying anything to that, Damian chuckled.

Rita and the Riffle by Mahmoud Darwish About the poem

Sayidati سَيِّدَتِيْ /say:idati/ my lady

[candid-confetti]

@littleredwing89 1 year Anniversary Challenge!

Preamble:

Holy shit this took me way too long to even get the courage to even write this. Honestly, I don’t write often because I like to ✨imagine✨ and obsess over other people's own work and writings but y’know, IT'S TIME FOR ME TO PUT THE WRITING CAP ON!

I promised Elle I would try, and this is me trying (any swifties see what I did there? I’m not subtle.)

But in all seriousness, A BIG CONGRATULATIONS to Elle! I absolutely love your writing, and I positively adore you, you’ve worked so hard. Cheers to you!! Thank you for challenging me to get out of my comfort zone with this challenge.

Warnings: None. Just likely some grammar things. Let me perish on my mistakes 😂. I own ‘em, I cry over ‘em. English minor is I, but only because English is fun. Not because I’m particularly skilled with the quill. I also was super excited to post this because I just finished it and I’m like really happy that its done because I honestly thought I wasn’t going to get it done by the 3rd.

Word count: 1,210

A !Batsis Reader x Wally West story.

“You’re everything I could’ve wanted and more.”

If Y/n had to guess, Wally likely cut down his speed by a solid 3% to get this here. The box was in pristine condition; oddly, Wally likely transferred the box when he brought it home and slapped a label on it to be more inconspicuous of what it was. You were no detective, but you had a knack for guessing what was in your gifts. So Wally worked to surprise you each year.

“Alright you’ve saved the best for last sis, I think it's about time you opened the damned box. We all want to know what the hells in it already.”

“Well from the label on the front of the box, Todd, one would assume it's from—“

“You can shut up demon spawn, I saw the label.”

“Someone seems impatient, huh?” Y/n asked incredulously, tapping her chin, “you almost remind me of that one kid during Halloween that rang our doorbell 52 times after hearing we gave out full sized candy bars.”

Everyone groaned, “Not this story again.”

The kid in question during that Halloween night was none other than Jason of course. But Y/n didn’t know that, so when this random kid spammed the manors doorbell, Y/n considered opening the door to just slam it in the kids face.

Alfred was off that day, and Y/n had volunteered for trick-or-treat duty. Jason the brat, even dressed up in one of Dick’s old circus costumes, thinking he could deceive her and get away with snagging yet another Kitkat bar, even after stashing half the box in his room.

Y/n never forgot that night, and she loved to bring it up whenever the opportunity arose.

“Sis, everytime you tell this story I swear you add another number to how many times I rang the damned thing. We’ve been over this. I only rang the bell like 15 times! MAX.”

“Well our security camera would say otherwise.” She drummed her fingers atop the top of the box, “Need I bring up the footage?”

“As much as I would love to see you two bicker over this exact same scenario, for the umteenth time that could honestly be in its own Guiness book of world records, why don’t you see what Wally brought you?” Dick chimed in, gesturing to the box in question.

“Ah yes, sorry, right. The box.” Y/n stuck her tongue out at Jason as he rolled his eyes.

Y/n let out a breathy laugh as she read the label, “Made in Canada, of course.” It was a bit of an inside joke that when she would be given a gift it would often be Canadian themed. So the label on the box didn’t give much indication to its contents.

“I’ve noticed a theme here in your apartment Y/n, why… Canada?” Duke inquired, as Y/n began to pick at the label with her nail.

Tim piped up, “Well, Bruce had met her on the streets of Gotham as she tried to barter with him in selling a Canadian flag lawn chair.” Tim nodded in direction to the very lawn chair that sat in the corner of the room, with beaver stuffies Cass had gifted you over the years.

“Mhm, that's right. Timmy, don't forget to tell Duke about my amazing bargain.”

Tim snorted, “She even tried to throw in those beaver slippers, Bruce wears around the manor on occasion, to ‘better the bargain.’”

“It was a good deal.” Y/n muttered, as the label at last came off and she opened the box with a soft gasp, turning towards her boyfriend with glee, “Aw Walls I can’t believe you got these!”

“Um, sis? All we see is box.”

“Ah right, sorry.” You turned the box towards the rest of the table, “Look! Wally got those mochi donuts I’ve been raving to try! All the way from Toronto!” Your siblings leaning in to peer at the box of sweets, with “Oohs.”

You squeezed his hand, “He went all the way North for me, thanks baby.”

Wally smiled sheepishly, leaning in to give you a soft peck on the cheek,“‘Course I did. Happy Birthday, love.”

Your family chiming in with, “Happy Birthday Y/n!”, and “Happy Birthday Sis!”

“Alright go,” she laughed, with a shooing motion, “You can go have pizza now.”

The room erupted into whoops and cheers, as your brothers and Cass, scrambled towards the kitchen to grab plates. Dibs being called out for edge pieces, and Damian threatening them if they even opened his box of vegan pizza.

“Just saying, we should have food first then gifts, but it makes sense given how impatient you are.” Steph teased as she gave a quick hug to you from behind, dodging your elbow with a laugh at her ‘impatient,’ comment.

“Rude!” You called back at her, turning back towards Wally who had an amused smile.

“What?”

“Nothing, nothing.”

You whacked his arm. “I am not impatient.”

“Mhm sure, love, no comment.”

“Hush Sonic, you’re the one that can run at super speed. If anyone is impatient it is you. Now shush while I try one of these donuts you’ve so graciously brought back for me.”

“And I’m the impatient one?” You shoved a donut into his mouth cutting him off, “Mhmpf.”

“Shhh it's my birthday, we’ll just ignore that fact for today. Now bite. I think that one's matcha and I want to eat one of these before those squirrels come back. Especially the sugar plum fairy.”

“I heard that!” Jason shouted from the kitchen.

“You were supposed to!”

He chewed while you looked at him expectantly, motioning for him to chew faster and tell you how it tasted. “Sooo? Is it as good as I’ve been telling you that I think it is?”

He swallowed, “It's a bit bitter? But the texture is different than a typical donut because of the mochi. But it's good, you like matcha here.” He offered.

Taking a bite you hmmed in delight. “Gosh, you’re everything I’ve ever wanted and more.”

“Aw thanks, love. Wait— are you talking to the donut?”

“No?”

“Wow, that's cold. I’ve travelled a thousand miles for you for this treatment?” He said in mock hurt.

“Aw baby, don’t be like that, now put down the donut before anyone gets hurt.”

He glanced down at the donut in hand, getting up with a grin, stepping towards the living room. “This one? You want this one?”

“Yes,” you laughed, getting up to follow him as he backed away with waggling brows.

“Wally! Come on, give it here!”

“Mmm no.”

He zipped behind the couch, taking another bite. “You should really have a second bite, love. The flavour really comes out then.”

Your family, having got their pizza, shook their heads, as they watched you and Wally dart around the couch.

“So, she still didn’t see the proposal on the business card, huh?” Duke asked, glancing at the business card taped to the top of the inside of the box, with a cursive font of ‘marry me?’

“Nope.”

“Well she’ll spot it eventually.” Dick shrugged, “Run Wally!”

“Whose side are you on?” You glanced over at your brother in disbelief, failing to catch Wally's arm with a laugh.

You’d spot it eventually.

[butwhyduh]

Just know

Dick Grayson x reader

Summary: somehow Dick knows exactly how to celebrate the first day of October.

Warning: scary movies, making out, cursing

Prompt: “I’ve been in-love with you since we were kids.” For @littleredwing89 challenge. Sorry I went out to the deadline with this one 😬😬

“All I’m saying is that it’s the first day of October tomorrow and no one is doing anything. Literally the best month of the year and nothing,” you complained while laying on your bed. Dick chuckled on the other end of the phone.

“Yeah? Are you asking to hang out in the whiniest way possible?” He teased.

“Hey! Maybe thought my best friend would want to hang out,” you shrugged. Dick rolled his eyes.

“I think I can make it,” he said. “I’ll check my calendar.”

“I don’t know. You got to talk to me tonight and between your full time job at the gym as a trainer and driving a taxi, do you have time to sleep?” You asked.

I’m a vigilante too, Dick thought. He hasn’t told you that one yet.

“I’m a little busy but I happen to have tomorrow off,” he said. I have patrol every weekend for a month but you’ve got your day, he thought.

“Great! My place or yours,” you asked rolling to your stomach.

“Mine. I’ll plan everything. No worries,” Dick suggested. I planned everything already but you don’t need to know that.

“You sure?”

“Totally. It’ll be so whelm,” he said and you laughed.

“Stop trying to make whelm happen. It won’t happen,” you joked.

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“I’m at the bus stop by your house. Just know I brought so much stuff to snack on. A whole bag eat while I sit my fat ass on your couch,” you said while walking down the sidewalk. Dick laughed over the phone.

“I can’t wait to sit my fat ass down and eat some too,” he replied. “Be safe.”

2 minutes later you were being buzzed up. Before you could knock, Dick flung the door open. His apartment was decked out in Halloween unlike you had ever seen before. Orange and black streamers hung from the ceiling in his kitchen and his plain black couch had no less than 6 Halloween themed pillows.

“Wow,” you said walking in. You handed him the bag while looking over the apartment.

“Yeah, I thought it would be fun,” he shrugged.

“I’ve just never seen your place this…. Clean,” you admitted.

“Hey! I clean,” he defended.

“It smells like lemon,” you said. “Did you cook?”

“I did. Eggplant Parma. I called Jason probably a dozen times while making it and it’s his recipe but yeah, I made it,” he said.

“Wow, I’m a little shocked,” you said with a bit of a laugh. “Dick Grayson- clean house and home meal. Who knew?”

“Future house husband material,” he asked cheekily.

“Hmmm need to wear pearls while vacuuming for that one,” you teased.

“I’ll put on a low cut shirt so you can see my titties too,” he quipped causing you to laugh.

“And a short skirt so I can stare at your ass,” you replied.

“You do that anyways. Let’s get some food and we can go watch the first movie,” Dick said. You nodded and let him load you a plate of food. 2 TV tray stands were placed by the couch. Dick tossed half the pillows to the floor. He turned on the tv that was already programmed for a movie.

“Hocus Pocus?” You asked with a smile. “How did you know I liked that one?”

“I’m very observant. And it’s classic Halloween movie number 1 for like 20 years,” Dick said pushing play.

“Holy shit this is good,” you said eating the cheesy goodness. He beamed while eating his own. “You should make this for every event and function. I’m not even kidding.”

“It’s Jason’s recipe. Wrote it himself, he said. Wanted proper Italian food so he made it himself is what he said,” Dick replied. “Alfred even uses it.”

“Wow. So instead of your brother being a bar owner, he should consider a restaurant,” you commented. Dick suddenly realized you thought Jason just owned the Iceberg lounge.

“Yeah, he should.”

Half an hour later, Dick quickly put away the food and tray tables and grabbed a blanket. He placed it on you and you snuggled close while watching the movie. Your head was on his chest and Dick wondered if you could feel his heart thundering. The movie finished and you looked up at him.

“What now?” You asked.

“Hold on,” he said getting up. You watched as he lit candles around the room.

“Should I anticipate some Marvin Gaye to start playing softly,” you joked.

“Only if you’re a good girl,” Dick quipped back. Your smile fell into shock.

“Oh shit,” you said. Why was that so hot?

“I didn’t- sorry. I didn’t mean to say that,” he said with a nervous laugh. Just a friend. Don’t be weird.

“Oh so flirting is default,” you quipped.

“Sometimes,” Dick said turning off the light. He walked in the kitchen. “I was gonna make this but when I asked Jason there was like 20 steps. I’m not that good. So I just paid him.” He brought out a dessert tray and 2 forks.

“My favorite. Am I dying? Is there a reason why you did all this?” You asked taking the fork as he sat beside you.

“No! Just wanted to be nice,” he said grabbing the remote to program the next movie. Amityville Horror.

“Awww you know I love Ryan Reynolds,” you cooed playfully.

“I-“

“Am kidding. I’m kidding. Thanks,” you beamed.

Dick say down next to you with his own fork while holding the tray. You took a bite of the food and groaned at the flavor.

“Again, your brother should open a restaurant. That’s ridiculous,” you said. Dick smirked a little as you made a little happy noise at the second bite.

“Don’t make fun of me. That’s the sound of pleasing a woman. Have you heard it before,” you teased.

“Wow. I brought you in my house with my food. And babe,” Dick said with a playful wink. “I wouldn’t worry if I’ve heard it. Have you ever made that sound with your pants on?”

You froze over the next bite. He was completely out of line but totally right. Guys don’t make your favorite food and watch your favorite movies. Especially when they aren’t getting laid. “I-“ you started.

“I’m playing,” he said quickly thinking you were offended.

“What if I’m not,” you replied and he looked at you quickly. “I seriously have had serious dates that can’t possibly compare.” Dick blinked but didn’t look away. “Do you like me?”

“You can’t just ask that,” he protested weakly.

“Okay. I like you,” you said like a woman possessed. You never thought you’d admit that.

“Like like?”

“Yeah I like like you. I think about you when I shouldn’t,” you admitted.

“Like when you’re alone,” he teased.

“Dick!”

“Right. Yeah, I’ve been in-love with you since we were kids,” he said before reaching over to kiss you. You bent up to meet his lips.

Dick pulled you closer while sitting the tray on the coffee table. Two forks clattered to the floor ignored. Your head hit the pillow and Dick moved over yours with his lips moving against yours. You pushed your legs out from under you so he could settle between your thighs.

“WWWWHHHAAAAAAAAAAAA” the tv suddenly screamed as your leg had turned up the volume before turning the movie on.

“What the fuck,” you jumped and Dick fell to the floor before scrambling to turn off the movie. He looked up from the floor with a smile and you both started laughing. He was adorable with messy hair, swollen lips, and flushed cheeks.

“Coming up here,” you asked and he hopped up on the couch to join you.

[littleredwing89]

TOUCH

TOUCH

Slade Wilson x Vigilante!Reader

Summary: Slade kneaded up your calves, working out all of the tension in your legs, inching up your thighs. Carefully pushing the towel up more and more as he worked each leg. You shivered. His rough hands heated you up perfectly.

Warnings – Language. Smut. NSFW. Oral Sex.

Word Count: 1,982

A/N: Another continuation for the “Perfect Gift” Slade Wilson x Vigilante!Reader universe. This is the 4th story in their timeline. Masterlist here. It’s also another sneaky entry into my #littleredwing89challenge using prompt 44. “You’re an idiot”. “But I am your idiot”. — Hope you all love it xoxo 

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You groaned deeply, forehead pressed into your folded arms under you as you felt Slade’s calloused hands working deep into your tissue. His thumbs dug into your shoulder blades and traced down your spine, following every ridge of your vertebrae. This had been his idea. After the especially hardcore training session he’d made you endure earlier. Your entire body ached, sore in places it shouldn’t be. Your back had popped when he slung you down onto one of the mats and you’d had to call it quits, hobbling off towards the side. Pain radiating through your body.

You let out another husky moan when his knuckles kneaded your back, moving slickly with the lavender massage oil he’d lathered onto his hands. You felt the pressure releasing gradually. Tension slipping away like a trickle of water. The scent of the oil made you sink further into a tranquil state of bliss.

“Enjoying yourself?”, he grinned letting his gaze rake over you. You were completely naked, covered only by a fluffy white towel laid neatly over your ass. Your lush curves bare for him to drink in greedily. A sight he’d never tire of.

“Mmhmmm”, you sighed happily, eyes scrunched shut in pure bliss, “I never knew you were so good with your hands”. You smirked to yourself at the little tease. 

Slade scoffed, “I’ve never heard you complaining before kitten”, his strong hands travelled the dip of your waist, fingers rubbing in slow circles. He pulled away completely and you whined in frustration.

“What are you - ohhh - that feels so good”, you moaned and felt like you could sink into the massage table. Where had he learnt this skill? And why was he only revealing this talent now?! Sneaky bastard!

Slade kneaded up your calves, working out all of the tension in your legs, inching further along your thighs. Carefully pushing the towel up more and more as he worked each leg. You shivered. His rough hands heated you up perfectly.

You felt his hands on the insides of your thighs, gently pushing your legs apart so he could massage higher. You sucked in a sharp breath when you felt his fingers stroke over your folds. The desire flooded you instantly. Flames of passion igniting into an inferno. Such a hold he had over you.

“Is this one of those massages?”, you bit your bottom lip when his fingers dipped into your core, curling expertly to hit that special spot. You purred his name softly. Goosebumps rippling over your skin.

His fingers pumped into you, a slow, steady pace designed to tease you, “I can stop if you’d prefer?”. He stilled completely.

You turned your head to look at him, “I was hoping you might use something else instead”. You openly eyed the bulge in his sweatpants, licking your lips. 

Slade’s husky laugh echoed in the tiny room, “I could certainly use my foot”.

Wrinkling your nose, you scoffed, “I don't wanna indulge your foot fetish”.

Picking the leisurely pace back up with his fingers, he curving them precisely, watching your body shiver with desire, “What do you suggest then?”.

“Don’t play coy with me, Wilson”, you tried your best to sound threatening but the bubbling in the pit of your stomach only allowed him to hear how needy you were.

Slade kissed down your spine slowly, pumping his fingers a little faster, letting his tongue drag down each little ridge on your back. Paying careful attention to any bruises that had formed on your soft skin.

“You’ve put your back out kitten, why don’t you let me take care of you…”, he hummed, the resonant sound making your core clench around his thick fingers. You felt his smirk against your skin.

You gasped as his hot mouth stopped just shy of the lush curve of your ass, “I was hoping you’d say that”. You whined when he removed his fingers from you, instantly feeling empty.

He pulled back and lifted the fluffy towel off you, exposing your bare body to the room. You heard him groan under his breath and you smiled to yourself. No matter how many times Slade had seen all of you, his reaction never changed, boosting your confidence. The towel dropped onto the floor and Slade’s calloused hands stroked up your waist.

“Let me help you relax”, he tugged your side gently, coaxing you onto your back, “Good girl”, he murmured before leaning down to capture your lips in deep kiss. You purred into his mouth, tangling your fingers through his hair, aching to feel his bulky frame pressing into yours.

The bedroom was flooded with the vanilla scent from the aromatherapy candle he’d lit earlier and it only heightened the sensual mood. Slade worked his kisses down your neck, nipping your collarbone lightly. You moaned his name and your body arched towards him. He groaned as he felt your breasts pressing into his chest, your pebbled nipples catching on his black T-shirt.

His lips wrapped around one of your hardened nipples and sucked slowly as his fingers found your other, rolling and tweaking it. You mewled, hips lifting off the bed as the pleasure shot through you.

Slade let his tongue flick over the nub before nibbling it lightly. Your whole body shivered at the sensation and you tugged his hair. His own growl vibrated across your flesh. He repeated the same action on your other breast before allowing his scorching lips to travel down your stomach. His tongue dipped into your navel, kissing the sparkling sapphire gem dangling there. He loved your piercing, especially enjoying it as it dazzled in the lights when you were riding his cock.

“Slade…”, you purred, circling your hips, enticing him further.

Slade didn’t answer you, simply sliding down your body, your legs spreading wide to let him settle between them. His rough fingers danced up your inner thighs, stroking all the spots that made you weak. Your toes curled in anticipation, waiting for Slade to give you what you so desperately desired.

His beard bristled against your soft inner thighs when he began to plant delicate open mouth kisses there, the burning feeling caused the coil in the pit of your stomach to twist. 

His name left your lips in a mangled prayer, begging him to take you. He eyed your core and groaned deeply seeing the slick between your folds. Seeing your excitement only fuelled his further.

“Such a pretty little pussy”, he murmured.

“Slade…”, you pleaded again and gasped when he hooked your legs onto his shoulders, angling your hips towards his heated mouth. He smirked and blew over your swollen clit. Your eyes scrunched shut and you moaned loudly.

You went to say his name again, frustrated with waiting. You wanted him. But he cut off any coherent thought as his tongue took a long sweep through your dripping folds.

“Fuck!”, you cursed loudly and your hands fisted into the cotton bedsheets.

Pleased with your reaction, Slade hummed against your core. The added vibrations made you cry out with delight. He continued to lap your pussy messily, fingers gripping your thighs, holding you in place.

The fire burnt through your nerves like molten lead, searing your insides with immeasurable pleasure. He curved his tongue and dipped it into you, stiffening it slightly. The warm, wet muscle felt electrifying as he fucked you with it. You sobbed loudly, squeezing your thighs around his head.

Slade pulled back after a few moments, beard and face damp with your arousal. You glanced down at him and your core fluttered at the sight. The large bulk of a man, knelt between your spread legs, worshipping you.

He gave you a salacious wink before wrapping his lips around your throbbing clit. Sucking and flicking over it repeatedly. Your head flew back into the pillow, as you allowed yourself to drown in the overwhelming pleasure.

The heat of his mouth felt indescribable as he continued to devour your pussy. His name transformed into nothing but cries and moans. Your hands alternated between practically ripping the bedsheets off or pulling on his silver locks.

Sensing you were coming close to your climax, Slade slipped two thick fingers into your core, stretching you nicely. Your calves tensed against his rippling back muscles and he grinned devilishly against your pussy.

“P-please!”, you begged, your hips moving on their own accord, riding his face.

Increasing the suction and speed of his tongue, Slade dangled you over the cliff edge, tormenting you with impending release. He curled his fingers as they drove into you, stroking over your g spot perfectly.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as your climax exploded leaving you seeing stars. You sobbed, voice hoarse from moaning. Your core tightened around his fingers, your slick desire coating his mouth and fingers.

Pulling away slowly, Slade allowed yourself to flop back into the pillows, panting heavily, recovering from the intensity of your orgasm. He smirked, your skin flushed with colour. Breasts heaving against your chest as you continued to drink in large gulps of air. He dipped his head back down and lapped his tongue back through your folds, groaning at your sweet taste.

“S-Slade!”, you cried, trying to edge your body back, the overstimulation almost too much to take.

“Just one more kitten”, he muttered, kissing your throbbing clit, “You look perfect when you cum for me”.

The pleasure bolted through you with every lap of his tongue. You moaned loudly, giving in to the heat of his mouth. The moment his lips encased your clit and flicked over it harshly, your vision blurred as you crashed into another powerful climax. Your body jolted violently and Slade finally pulled back, admiring the way you looked. He smirked, pleased with his work.

“Feeling a little more relaxed? You certainly don’t look as tense anymore”, he said lazily, fingertips dancing over your sensitive skin.

“You’re a sadist”, you huffed, “In and out of the bedroom”.

He laughed deeply then captured your lips in a soft kiss, “I have good evidence you love it”.

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Resting your head back against the soft, plush cushion on the bed, you fought to catch your breath back from the intense climax. You rolled onto your side and curled into Slade’s chest when he dropped down next to you. His musk enveloped you immediately. You pressed your face into his neck, kissing it gently. He hummed and stroked his fingertips down your spine, resting in the dimples at the bottom of your back.

“I'm not complaining but, I was hoping for something…bigger”, you flicked your eyes towards his straining bulge, licking your lips subconsciously.

Slade grunted, “Certainly sounds like a complaint to me, kitten”, he pulled you to rest on top of his chest, arms circling your petite waist.

“Hmmmm”, you smoothed your hands up his broad chest and smiled sweetly, “Maybe just a little”.

He smirked and slapped your bare ass playfully, “Not until you’re better”.

“You’re an idiot”, you jabbed his chest, a true smile curving your lips.

“True…But I am your idiot”.

Neither you, nor Slade could deny the little twist of excitement flaring through you both at the simple phrase but the meaning behind it.

Yours.

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[internalsealpanic]

Communism is Always the Answer

summary: Dick is not allowed rights after that stunt. a/n: This is an entry for LittleRedWing89′s writing challenge but also part of a series of one shots about an AU where Dick and Merc! Reader are Jason’s legal guardians but it also works for the main au. @littleredwing89 wub you Warnings: Fever? Definitely terrible jokes. 

Dick's head was fuzzy and his skin was feverish. The thoughts in his mind register sluggishly as he tries to open his eyes. It hurts. Everything hurts. It hurts to even move his eyelids. Still, he blinks them open, squinting at his surroundings. The room is dim, his body is buried under impressively fluffy blankets--which he sees more than feels, and there are two people on his right watching TV. He notes mildly that it's a horrible movie-- a B movie about sharks-- and the two people next to him are quietly arguing about the quality of the movie. He can't understand the words from beneath his blanket cocoon but he hears the sharp clicking of teeth and his nerves settle.

His mind comes into focus and he realizes it was just you and Jason sitting next to him and bickering about the cinematic merits of Sharknado vs the Leprechaun. He blinks slowly, shifting his body a little to turn his head to look at you. You turn, hearing the minuscule rustle of fabric next to you.  His throat feels too much like glass for him to curse so he just blinks up at you.

Your hand is cool against his skin as you push back the coils of hair sticking to his forehead. He leans in and marvels at how perfect your hand always feels against his skin.  He closes his eyes, trying to remember why he feels so feverish.

"Is Dickface gonna live?"

Dick winces at the volume of Jason's voice. Jason frowns down from his usual place on your lap when Dick shrinks into the pile of blankets. You stroke Dick's hair again and his nerves soothe. "He will," you say, "he's too stubborn to die."

Dick chuckles and winces again before coughing.

Jason looks at you flatly. "You were saying?"

You blow out a breath."I really shouldn't put it past him to die just to spite me, huh?"

"You think?" Jason says, pulling his knees into something big and soft looking and in Dick's groggy brain it clicks that you're wearing it too. He squints and shirt: "Is that my shirt?"

You and Jason look at each other. "You mean our shirt," Jason says with a mean little grin and a fake Russian accent that drifts more towards Transylvanian.

Dick beams his own mean little grin at the kid. "Since when was Dracula communist?"

"Since fuck you Dickface." Jason looks like he's contemplating smothering Dick with a pillow. Dick glances at you to see if you'll keep him from being smothered. There's this unreadable look on your face. It's a weird mix of soft and hard; maybe firm is the right word since it's got none of the sharp edges your features lend to so easily.

Ok, Dick thinks, at least that means you won't kill him. He could probably, in theory, take a scrawny 10-year-old in a fight even if he feels like five very cranky grannies waled on him with their walking stick. His throat is probably the worst part but he knows him being quiet worries you so he asks. "Why do I feel like I swallowed glass?"

This might have been the wrong thing to ask considering how your eyes narrow. "Swallowing glass would be the least of your problems," you say, pressing your palm into his forehead, checking his temperature. "Do you know how much debris is in Bludhaven Harbor? No. Don't answer that."

"You asked a question," he shrugs, employing the most irritating grin he can. You flick his forehead for his troubles.

He pouts but you just roll your eyes. You slide your hand under his neck, gently pushing on it to get him to sit up. He does so very reluctantly only to find that you'd somehow dug up the ugliest Christmas sweater he owns and shoved him in it. He frowns at you in question. You just shrug and tilt your head to Jason who answers with his own shrug. "It was the warmest thing I could find."

"Uhuh."

You rest your chin on Jason's head, ignoring the fact that there is no longer a leprechaun in your movie and handing Dick a glass of water and some medicine.

Dick frowns at the wine-colored liquid in the measuring cup. "You couldn't get the orange flavor?"

You wrinkle your nose and click your teeth at him. "That's for kids 10 and up."

"I think I qualify in the 'and up' category."

You flick his nose. "Shut up and drink."

"Yes, ma'am," he whines before downing the medicine. His entire body bristles from the taste and Jason is half tempted to think that Dick is going to hiss like a cat. He's a little disappointed when he doesn't. You take the water and the medicine from Dick's hands and pour the water into the medicine cup like his mom used to do before shoving it back into Dick's face. Dick looks like he'd rather jump back into the harbor.

You shake it a little and Dick capitulates and downs it like a shot. He still bristles from the taste but it earns him no sympathy.

Jason slouches into his knees. "Why do you even have a sweatshirt that can fit the entire cast of Les Miserables?"

Dick snorts, his eyes still watering from the medicine's pungent odor. "It's from Clark." The chords of Dick's throat feel a little better from the medicine but they still feel taut and his voice doesn't sound any better. He forgot how much being sick sucked.

Jason raises a brow.  "That doesn't mean shit. Why is it this big?"

You narrow your eyes at him, not so gently prodding the answer from him.

Dick shrinks. "Ok," he hedges,  "he might not have given it to me per se..."

Your eyes go even narrower and Dick is forced to watch your face go through several thoughts before landing on something.  "Did you just fucking steal this from Superman?"

Dick shrinks even more.

Jason blinks at him judgmentally.  "Who steals from Superscout?"

"I didn't steal it!" He trails off. "I just kinda took it and forgot to return it."

"So," you say slowly and Dick has the urge to shut you down, "you took it without his consent?"

"I-- I mean I guess?"

"That’s still stealing."

Jason shakes his head in mock disappointment.  "Superman would be so disappointed."

"I'm... Why are you two ganging up on a sick person?" Dick huffs, crossing his arms and leaning his face against your shoulder. His skin is sweltering against yours and you jolt a little from the caress of his hot breath against your skin.

You shove him away. "Don’t do the crime if you can’t do the time," you mutter, resettling back on Jason's head.

Jason lets out a little noise of agreement.

Dick falls back down dramatically. His body objects to the sudden movement and proceeds to subject him to pain. You just laugh at him. He glares at you and you stick your tongue out at him like the adult you are.  "You people are awful," he whines, wiggling his head into the sweatshirt.

Without looking away from the TV, Jason deadpans: "So are you, so shuddup."

Dick huffs and his breaths tickle you, making you squirm very noticeably. "Dickenson, get out of there," you say, trying to bite back laughter.

"Make me," he answers, wiggling in more and wrapping his arms around you and Jason. He nudges his nose against your side, making you draw a sharp breath. "Jason said this was our sweatshirt. I get to wear it too."

You dissolve into a fit of laughter, startling Jason who is not only caged in Dick's arms but yours too. He whines and you wheeze. Jason is not happy but Dick just keeps nuzzling against your side.

Jason shoves one hand in your and one in Dick's.  "You’re being gross again,"he sniffs, slouching into the sweatshirt, trying to push Dick out. He's trying to watch his goddamn movie for fuck's sake.

"I won't be banned from my own shirt," Dick mumbles from under the sweatshirt.

Jason shoves him again. "You’re so annoying. This isn't even your sweatshirt," he grumbles and tries to wriggle away.

Dick tightens his arms around the both of you in response, laughing into your skin.  He keeps tickling you, dancing his fingers against your skin. You wriggle and squirm but Dick is persistent.  Your laughter rings out and over the movie. You squirm even more, making it hard to contain his movements and he ends up tickling Jason.

A mistake really.

Jason kicks Dick and Dick is now debating the wisdom of teaching Jason exercises to strengthen his leg muscles.

Dick coughs, flails then goes still.

"I think I killed him."

"That would be very impressive."

Dick can't see through the fabric but he can feel you both looming over him. He curls in on himself the pain from his groin radiating. "You got me really good."

It clicks and your snort is sharp and derisive. "You brought this on yourself," you laugh.

"He'll be less of a prick," Jason hums.

He moves a little and somehow radiates the energy of pouting. "You're both terrible nurses." He winces when you pull the shirt out of his face, glaring down at him.

"We wouldn't have to be if you didn't swan dive into the docks."

"I was dodging bullets!"

"And your solution was to dive into freezing waters and not come up for air?"

"I--" He narrows his eyes at you. You don't waver. You two stare at each other for a long moment daring each other to look away.

Jason, having none of this crap, rests his head on your shoulder and says: "Get a room."

Dick, much to his annoyance, is the first to crack from that, face breaking into a smile. You lower your head into Jason's shoulder and let out choked laughter. Dick muffles his own laughter into your thigh.

Collecting your breath, you look at Jason teary-eyed, squishing your face against his. "What should we do Jay?"

"I don't care. Just take your old married couple schtick somewhere else."

"But Jasoooon," Dick says, sounding infuriating. "This is my room."

Jason looks at both of you grouchily.  You both grin at him. He throws his hands up.  “It’s not your room. It’s our room.” Taglist:  @dora-the-grownup  @batarella, @anothertimdrakestan, @lucy-roo, @multifandomgirl-us, @bunguz  , @birdy-bat-writes,  @boosyboo9206, @americasmarauders , @l-inkage, @arestorationofbalance , @cloudie-skay, @wunderstell   @hyp-oh-critical @glorified-red @ marshmallow12435 @vvipgot7be @jadedhillon @pricetagofficial    @letheargic-deactivated20210822

[littleredwing89]

I’M LIKE A LAWYER WITH THE WAYS I’M GETTING YOU OFF

I’M LIKE A LAWYER WITH THE WAYS I’M GETTING YOU OFF

Harvey Dent x Reader

Summary: “Really? I find that hard to believe…you seem like the kinda guy with a slick tongue”, you teased him, licking your own tongue across your bottom lip slowly, revelling at the way he stared at you.

Warnings – Language. Smut. Semi Public Sex. 

Word Count: 4,046

A/N: I decided to enter my own writing challenge - using prompt 36. I couldn’t get you out of my mind - and write for someone new! Harvey Dent!! (Pre-Two Face). I hope you all enjoy xoxo #littleredwing89challenge @internalsealpanic​ thank you for all your help with this, wuv you.

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The office looked different in the shadows you thought. The street lamps created twisted figures against the walls, clawing against the canvases. The office foliage looked more menacing, leaves a midnight green. Your heels clicked against the tiled floor as you headed towards his office, a pile of papers neatly tucked against your chest. You knew he’d still be here, enough though he was due to leave four hours ago.

Your lips curved into a smile at the thought of what the papers held. He’d be so pleased. It would secure him the win. Another victory for the new district attorney. You knocked on his office door and heard his gruff voice, thick with fatigue, carry through the door.

Shoving it open, your eyes met Harvey, hunched over his desk with a sole lamp on. The glow basked him in an amber light, highlighting his five o’clock shadow. His white shirt was dishevelled and untucked from his trousers. The top 2 buttons undone and left open. His black tie hung loose around his neck unevenly. He must have been agitated.

His green eyes looked you over as he ran a hand through his messy hair. His forearms flexed as he tried to push dark brown locks out of his eyes. He huffed as they fell straight back into place. Giving up, he pushed his sleeves back up and collapsed back against his leather seat.

“Why are you here this late?”, the low timber of his voice questioned, sending a little shiver up your spine.

You dropped the pile of government papers on Harvey’s desk, hand resting on the curve of your hip, “I think you should read this”.

He stifled a yawn and blinked slowly, fingers stroking over the papers, “I’m sorry, what?”.

“The witness”, you started, “The one the defence is making us question tomorrow because he was threatening to flee the country…he’s filing for unemployment benefits”.

Harvey squinted at the page, “Seriously??”, he rifled through the stack of papers seeing the witness's signature and grinned happily, “This is perfect!!!”. The joy radiating off him almost hid the tiredness of his eyes.

“If you bring this up, you’ll make their witness look unreliable and untrustworthy. The jury will certainly question their recollection of events”, you pointed towards his whiteboard, circling the timeline, “You’ll destroy the defence in seconds”.

Shuffling more papers around, Harvey grabbed one quickly, looking at his notes highlighted in yellow, “What about the flight he said he’d booked?”.

“Well about that actually”, you laughed sharply, “I rang all the airlines, no one under his name has a seat anywhere…another lie and another nail in their coffin”.

“Well I’ll be damned”, Harvey hummed softly, a soft smile playing on his lips.

You watched him try to mask another yawn, his dazzling green eyes marred by red blotches in the corners. You wondered when the famous Harvey Dent slept. What did he do to relax after a long day? Your mind began to wander at the thought of him blowing off steam in a more, creative, manner with you. The heat started to rise to your cheeks and you coughed, trying to control yourself, “Maybe you should get some rest y’know…this is the second week you’ve been here every night past 9pm”.

Harvey chuckled and ruffled his hair, “What can I say, I like the atmosphere”.

You snorted, “Dead? You must be fun at parties”.

“I’ve never been one for the party lifestyle”, Harvey smirked and watched you closely as you walked slowly around his office, letting your fingers brush over the dying plant in the corner.

“What? You went all the way to a fancy law school and didn't part your little heart out?”, you grinned, turning to face him with an eyebrow perched upwards.

“I spent most of my time in the law library, a real lady killer, obviously”, he laughed deeply before standing up from his desk, stretching out his back. It clicked loudly and he rolled his head from side to side, groaning a little as it snapped too. The low, throaty noise he made, sent your stomach churning, aching to hear it more. Louder. The urge to fluster him had grown too much, you liked seeing him flounder when you flirted with him.

“Really? I find that hard to believe…you seem like the kinda guy with a slick tongue”, you teased him, licking your own tongue across your bottom lip slowly, revelling at the way he stared at you. 

“I-”, Harvey felt himself choke at the words. He knew his cheeks would be pink. Images of you, poised on his desk, legs spread wide and your head tossed back, purring his name flooded his mind.

“What?”, you grinned innocently, choosing your words carefully, “A lawyer’s gotta have a silver tongue, haven’t they? How else are they gonna get the client off?”.

Harvey cleared his throat. The way you spoke, the hidden innuendos, he could feel the heat bursting through him, his pulse racing, “Right”.

“Goodnight Harv, see you tomorrow”, you giggled under your breath and smiled politely, placing your hand on the door handle.

You’d slipped from the office before Harvey had properly processed everything that had happened. The front of his trousers felt more snug, excitement pressing against the zipper. He cursed, wishing he’d said something smoother. Anything to have kept you in his office longer. He could have easily shown you how slick his tongue really was. Having you a trembling mess on his desk, fingers threaded through his hair as you came all over his face. Something he’d wanted for a long time. 

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Weaving through the corridors of the office, Harvey made his way towards the break out room, knowing he’d find you in there. Most likely making yourself a coffee strong enough to make your heart pound. He shoved open the creaky wooden door and saw the back of your figure as you stirred a questionable amount of sugar into your drink. He coughed to clear his throat and you turned your head lazily.

“Mornin’ Harv”, you hummed softly.

Ruffling a hand through his hair, Harvey smiled at the sound of your voice, “Mornin’…I was wondering if you’d be able to do me a favour?”.

“No”.

Harvey flushed, his plan was backfiring already, “You haven’t even heard what I want”. 

“I just know it’ll be painful whatever it is”, you rinsed the spoon in the sink before leaving it on the side to dry.

You. You’re what I want. And it’ll be as far from painful as possible. Harvey thought and cursed under his breath.

“I need you to listen to my closing speech”, Harvey huffed out of a puff of air and you noticed a wild look in his eye.

You blew on your coffee before taking a long sip. You sighed happily as the hot liquid warmed your insides. The sugar hitting you perfectly. You eyed him over the rim of your mug and gave him a little smile.

“Ok, fine”.

“Meet me in my office”.

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The second you closed Harvey’s office door behind him you knew something was different. He was leant casually against his desk, a coy smirk curving his lips. You went to sit down on the sofa in the corner of the room, ready to hear his speech but he shook his head. 

“You might as well sit here”, he patted the desk, “I’ll be pacing anyways”.

He moved out of your way as you perched on the edge of his desk, but let his hand linger so it could brush against yours. You felt a blush spread over your skin at the subtle contact.

Harvey coughed to clear his throat and started his speech, “Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, it is now time for me to address you on behalf of the people. Much of the evidence concerning the night of 4th September-”.

You drifted off, watching him as he strode up and down the tiny space in his office, reeling off his impressive counter argument. You let your eyes linger on the way his muscles flexed as he moved his arms. How his throat bobbed when he swallowed. The way the suit clung to his body and made him look even more handsome if that was humanly possible. Harvey always made it difficult to concentrate. You liked to think of yourself as professional but, right now your thoughts were anything but.

“Sweetheart?”, you heard his deep voice ringing in the back of your mind.

“Are you listening to me?”, he chuckled and pushed a strand of your hair behind your ear. You gasped at how close he was. Sparkling, forest green eyes boring into yours. He gave you a charming smile and you almost forgot your name.

“Y-yes…of course I was”, you stuttered, distracted by the smell of his aftershave enveloping you. The rich citrus smell was inviting.

“Not sure I believe you”, he teased, letting his hands hold onto your waist, bringing you into his chest.

“Harvey…what are you doing?”.

“I thought that was obvious”, he grinned cheekily, leaning in towards you.

Your hands pressed against his chest, the cotton soft against your palms. You could feel his heart beating rapidly, revealing just how excited he was. The edge of the desk pressed into the back of your thighs, “S-Shouldn't you be practicing your speech?”, you whispered.

He edged closer, pushing your hands back, “I'm exercising my tongue”.

You felt the flames fanning up your neck and colouring your cheeks, “Harv…”.

Harvey pressed himself fully into your body, breaths mingling at the closeness, “What?”.

“Should you really be doing this before a trial?”, you questioned, unsure why you were trying to hit him with reason. You’d thought about this numerous times. Allowing yourself to picture this exact scenario when you were alone at home. 

“It’ll help me relax sweetheart”, he winked, setting a kiss to the junction of your neck, caging you between the desk and his firm body.

“I don't see how”, you murmured, letting your head tilt to the side, giving Harvey more access to your slender neck.

“Let me show you then”, he pushed you back so your ass rested on the wooden surface before sinking down to his knees. 

You shivered and bit your lip, your legs spreading on their own accord to give him more room.

“Please?”, Harvey rested his head between your thighs, his stubble scratching your sensitive skin. He kissed over your stockings, working up towards your damp lace thong, “Let me make you cum sweetheart”.

Your mind was fuzzy with the overload of stimulation. His kisses set your skin on fire. You whimpered, then nodded. Harvey grinned and nipped your thigh. You gasped, hips rutting up. He slipped his fingers under the elastic of your thong easing it down your long legs, pocketing the lacy garment.

“Harvey you're gonna be late to the-- oh!”, your head tilted backwards at the sudden bolt of pleasure, hair tumbling down your back like a silken waterfall. You felt him smirking against your core before he licked another long stripe through your folds, earning a sweet moan from your lips.

“Harv-”, you whined lowly, your thighs shaking.

He hummed against your clit, the vibrations rattling up your spine. You gasped and sunk your teeth down into your bottom lip, stopping the loud groan from escaping. You were conscious that you were in his office and anyone could hear you. The door wasn’t even locked. Your pulse raced at the thought of someone walking in.

Pushing your thighs further apart with his strong hands, Harvey pulled back from your pussy and moaned huskily, “You taste fantastic”. He planted a kiss on your clit before working down your folds. The sensations driving you wild.

You fisted your hand in his hair, whimpering quietly as he continued. Your mind was nothing but a hazy mess as Harvey pursed his lips back around your clit, flicking his tongue over it repeatedly.

“Oh god”, you sobbed, clamping a hand over your mouth in a desperate attempt to muffle your sounds of pleasure.

Harvey growled and dipped his fingers into you, curling them perfectly to hit your g spot as his mouth devoured you. You bucked your hips against his face, your orgasm on the brink. He seemed to sense this and added another finger. The wet, sinful sounds of your pussy filled the room and Harvey groaned, not relenting his exquisite torture.

“Harv-oh god! I-”, your words tumbled out messily, making no sense. Your whole body shuddered as your climax peaked, sending wave after wave of euphoric pleasure crashing through you. Your legs quivered, one hand gripping his hair, the other pressed firmly into the wood of his desk.

You panted, as you rode out your high, feeling the world slowly piece back together around you. When you came back to your senses, Harvey was standing between your legs, hands stroking up your sides. He gave you a devilish smile before leaning down to kiss you.

Your mouth opened readily, welcoming his tongue with yours. You could taste your desire thick in his kisses, but it only made your core clench, aching to feel him driving into you. Your hands worked down his chest, attempting to push his suit jacket off but he stopped suddenly, pulling away from you.

“Harv?”, you questioned, your face knitted with worry and irritation. You wanted him. You were pretty certain he wanted you too, especially with the bulge straining against the front of his trousers.

“Like you said, I’m going to be late”, he smiled innocently, grabbing his paperwork from behind you, trying to straighten out some of the crumpled sheets from your tryst moments ago.

You settled your heels back on the floor, standing up slowly, your legs still a little unstable from your intense climax. You looked down at his trousers and brushed your fingers gingerly over his belt buckle, “But…”.

He took a deep steadying breath and pried your hand away from him. Harvey linked your fingers together pulling you closer for a second, whispering darkly, “I’ll take care of you once I’m finished, I promise”. His lips pressed to yours as he kissed you slowly, letting you feel just how much he wanted you.

Pulling away after a few minutes, you smiled up at him, patting the lapel on his jacket, “Good luck”.

Harvey flipped his coin and winked, catching it in the blink of an eye, “I make my own luck sweetheart”.

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When Harvey made his way through the office, several colleagues stood up and started clapping, cheering his name. He laughed and tried to fight the little blush working its way onto his cheeks.

“Nice one Dent!”, Gordon smiled and patted him on the back.

“Just doing my job commissioner”, Harvey brushed off the compliment and looked towards his office. He saw a slight movement in the shadows, “Sorry but, if you’d just excuse me”.

Gordon chuckled and nodded, “Always working…you should take some time to relax”.

Harvey grinned and rounded Gordon, heading towards his office. He slipped inside quickly, locking the door behind him. His eyes met yours as you perched slightly on his desk, palms pressed into the wooden edge. The first few buttons on your blouse had been opened, hanging dangerously loose, allowing Harvey to see the midnight blue lace of your bra. He swallowed thickly before clearing his throat.

“You took too long”, you mused, wetting your lips carefully.

Dropping his briefcase on the sofa in the corner, he stalked across the room towards you, “The defence was determined”, he growled, caging you into the desk, pressing his large frame into yours.

You tugged on the bottom of his tie, pulling his face down to yours, letting your lips ghost over his playfully, “I'm surprised they didn't surrender the minute you walked in”.

Harvey swallowed the groan working it’s way up his chest, “What makes you say that? I don't look that intimidating”. 

He lifted you onto the table, slotting himself between your spread legs and slipped his suit jacket off. Letting it crumple on the floor carelessly.

“Speak for yourself”, you trailed your hand down the front of his soft shirt slowly, fingers teasing over his belt buckle before you stopped, palming the growing bulge behind his trousers. You squeezed the outline of his length gently and purred.

He grunted, snapping his hips into your hand. Your touch sent sparks of pleasure thrumming through his body. Harvey nudged his nose into your cheek, lips pressed to the shell of your ear, “I couldn’t get you out of my mind sweetheart”.

“Oh?”, you gasped, your hand stroking over his hard cock, “Did I taste that good?”.

Harvey planted delicate kisses down the curve of your neck before nipping it playfully, his own groan rippling over your flesh as he did, “Do you want me to show how good you taste?”.

His touch was addictive and you leaned into it, eyes fluttering shut to soak in the sensations he was subjecting you to. Harvey gave you a slow kiss. Sensual. Nibbling your lips, his hands stroking up your bare thighs. The noises of your enjoyment swallowed by his mouth. He started to lower himself between your inviting legs but you tugged on his shirt, keeping him upright.

“Sweetheart?”, he questioned, squeezing your knee.

“I can’t wait any longer Mr Dent, I need you now”, your voice was thick with lust, pupils blown with want.

Harvey smirked, “You sure you can take me? I am quite intimidating”.

You rolled your eyes and sharply pulled on his tie, “Mr. Dent, kindly shut up and fuck me”.

“Sweetheart”, his gravelly voice was strained with desire, almost as if he was holding himself back, “Don’t say it like that”.

“Would you prefer I begged?”, you whispered into his ear.

His eyes flickered black almost and the look he gave you made your core clench with anticipation. Harvey started to inch your skirt up your thighs, “Go ahead, see if you'll be able to walk after”.

“Please Sir”, you mockingly begged, letting your legs coil around his waist.

Harvey crashed his lips into yours, melding them together in a fiery passion. You mewled against them and let your fingers card through his hair, gripping it as your tongues met, stroking over one another.

His fingers worked to open the remaining buttons of your blouse and ripped it off. Harvey’s calloused palms kneaded over your heated skin, making you shiver.

Pulling away from your lips, Harvey admired your form and whistled lowly, “So beautiful”, he murmured, letting his lips decorate kisses over the tops of your breasts.

Your back arched, “Harv…”.

He looked up at you and winked, “I know sweetheart, I know”.

Unclipping the back of your bra expertly, he eased you out of it before throwing the offending material over his shoulder. He let his mouth latch onto one of your nipples, flicking his tongue over the sensitive bud. You gasped loudly and shivered.

“Shhh”, he grinned smugly, “Don’t want the whole office knowing what we’re up to…do you?”, his fingers tugged on your other nipple, rolling it between his thumb. You whimpered, holding back your sobs of desire.

“Good girl”, he muttered before devouring your lips again in a hungry kiss.

Your hands, impatiently, unbuttoned his shirt, leaving his tie hanging loose. You scratched your nails down his hard chest, enjoying the way he shuddered, trying to control his own pleasured sounds. Your fingertips traced his defined abs and you moaned softly into the kiss.

When you finally reached his belt, you ripped it open, desperation taking over your actions. You helped him to lower his trousers before leaning back on the desk. As his hard cock sprang free, you allowed yourself to pull away from his tempting lips to admire it. Thick, throbbing and weeping at the head.

“Harv…”, you pleaded, feeling the slick build between your folds. You curved your leg and let the tip of your heel stroke up and down his thigh, “Please Sir…”.

You’d been bare under your skirt all day. Your lace thong burning a hole into his trouser pocket throughout the entire trial. He groaned thickly seeing your pussy sopping with desire. All for him.

“Fuck”, he cursed and fisted his palm up and down his cock, unable to tear his gaze from your folds.

“Please Harv…I need you so badly”, you whimpered, flicking your fingertips over your throbbing clit.

He lurched forward and batted your hands away from your core, coaxing them to wrap around his neck. He nudged the head of his cock against your pussy and grunted, the wet heat soaking him.

You wanted to sob his name, let him know just how good he was making you feel. But you bit down harshly onto your bottom lip, keeping your moans at bay. Not wanting to draw attention to his office.

He inched his cock in slowly, pulling back before thrusting in further. Easing you open to his thick length. You nuzzled your face into his neck, taking in his zesty cologne, whimpering in pleasure.

Once he’d finally bottomed out, he felt your walls fluttering around his shaft. He growled and snapped his hips into yours, letting his cock drag against your tight core.

“Harv!”, you muffled your cry into his shirt, nails digging into his shoulder blades as he continued to thrust into you harder. His tip bumping against your g spot with every perfect drive.

“Sweetheart-”, he choked out, pressing his lips to your forehead, “Fuck you feel good”.

You tipped your head back, your lips shaping sensually as you drowned in the pleasure surging through your body.

Harvey angled his hips and thrust faster into your pussy, dragging hot kisses down the column of your throat. Nipping and sucking as he went, intent on leaving little marks. You were his.

You dug the point of your heel into the curve of his ass, clutching onto your moans. You brought your lips back to his and melded them together, finally freeing your mewls into his mouth.

He feasted on them happily, his fingers gripping onto your waist as he hammered into you harder. Your walls clenched around him with your impending orgasm and he groaned deeply.

“Fuck…cum with me--please…”, his word brushes over your lips, the cocktail of euphoria peaking between you both.

With a deep, skilful thrust, your orgasm tore through you and you sobbed his name, nails scratching along the back of his neck. Your walls clamped around his throbbing cock, pulling him deeper. Harvey choked your name out and a long moan left his lips as he emptied himself into your pussy. You felt his hot seed flooding you and you shivered.

Your heart hammered against your rib cage, pounding in time with his. You panted, air fanning across his lips as he did the same. He laid a soft, loving kiss to your swollen lips and hummed happily. You returned the noise as you danced your lips with his.

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Harvey smiled, tugging you so you were pressed into his broad chest, “We really should arrange dinner together”, he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear gently, his eyes glimmering, “I've been meaning to ask you for a while”.

Your stomach flipped and you smiled up at him, stroking a finger along his jaw, “I look forward to it”.

“Me too”, he murmured before kissing you lightly, nipping your bottom lip.

You laughed, “As long as you don't mean I'm on the menu”.

“You sure you wouldn't like that?”, Harvey teased, squeezing your hips.

“You”, your finger jabbed at his chest, “Are insatiable!”, you giggled and straightened out his tie, tugging on it to bring his face down to yours.

“I am when it comes to you”, Harvey smirked, pressing his lips to yours again, kissing you passionately.

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[littleredwing89]

LittleRedWing89 Writing Challenge

Hello Everyone!!!

I can’t believe it, but...It has been almost one year since I started writing here on Tumblr for all you fabulous people and I wanted to do something to celebrate that. So...I’ve decided to host a writing challenge!!

  RULES:

1) Please send me the request you want to write for by the end of the day on Monday 6th September.

2) All entries to be posted by Sunday 3rd October.

3) Please either send me a direct message or an ask stating the prompt you wish to you and the character you will be writing about.

4) Open to DC characters only.

5) Even if a prompt is taken, it doesn’t matter, you can still ask for it.

6) No rape. No paedophilia. No racism or homophobia. Please tag all stories appropriately if it is smut/NSFW.

7) This is optional but please reblog so more people can see and possibly enter the challenge!

8) You don’t have to be following me to enter.

9) My inbox/ask box is open if you have any questions.

10) Please can you tag all entries with the following #littleredwing89challenge - this way I can find them all and make a master list once we’re done!

11) If you struggle to meet the deadline, please let me know. It’s not a problem!

**IMPORTANT**

Please tag all entries with the following #littleredwing89challenge

I cannot wait to see what you all create!!

Remember, let’s have some fun!

Lots of Love

Elle xoxo

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PROMPTS BELOW: (Prompts borrowed from here)

OPTION 1:

“Is that my shirt?” “You mean our shirt?”

“It’s you, it always has been.”

“You’re everything I could’ve wanted and more.”

“Kiss me.”

“Home stopped being a place when you entered my life.”

“You should probably go home.” “But I’m already home.”

“You’re an idiot.” “But you love me.”

“I’d do anything for you.”

“You took all the pillows so I’m using you as one.”

“Stop moving and let me braid your hair.”

“I’m so proud of you.”

“Could you say that again?” “Were you not listening?” “No I was, I just like hearing your voice.”

“I didn’t think it was possible to love someone this much.”

“You are my family.”

“I’m right here.”

“Can you just please hold me?”

“I’m pretty sure (you’re/she’s/he’s/they’re) my soulmate”

“You come here often?” “Well considering I work here, yes.”

“You know, I think my (mother/father/parents) would be proud if I brought (you/her/him/them) home.”

“I just want to see you happy.”

“I haven’t seen (her/him/them) smile like that in ages.”

“You made me a better person. Thank you.”

“I’d rather live in the woods with you than in a mansion with some (girl/boy/person) I barely know.”

“This reminded me of you.”

“Your hair is really soft.”

“You’re really warm.”

“Are you blushing?”

“Can I stay here tonight?”

“Because I love you.”

“I’ve been in-love with you since we were kids.”

“I’m never going to leave you. I promise.”

“Make a wish!”

“I love seeing you smile.”

“Why are you wearing my sweater?” “Because it smells like you.”

“I just want to be there for you.”

“I couldn’t get you out of my mind.”

“You’re just a softie.”

“You owe me.” “Fine, whatever you like.”

“You’re safe now, I’m here.”

“Why are you scared of loving?”

“You are crushing me right now.”

“Darling I love you and all, but please step out of the kitchen.”

“I love you.”

“You’re an idiot.” “But I am your idiot.”

“Take my hand. Just trust me.”

“You’re hurt. Please just let heal it.”

“At least let me clean it.”

“I told you to take care of yourself.”

“You’re the only thing that matters.”

“Stay.”

OPTION 2:

“It’s pouring rain why are you here?”

“I love you.” “You shouldn’t.”

“Where are you?”

“What happened?”

“Have you been taking care of yourself?”

“Is that blood?” “Yes but that doesn’t matter right now, what does matter is-” “You are literally bleeding.”

“Is that my book?”

“Are they dead?”

“You want to play pretend? Well two can play at that game.”

“Did you know that you talk in your sleep?”

“Come back to bed. Please.”

“You’re who they warned me about.”

“Come back.”

“You should’ve listened to me.”

“I haven’t seen you in days.”

“Are you jealous?”

“Cheers, I’ll drink to that.” “You drink to everything.” “Cheers!”

“Why is there a deer in the room?”

“Is that vodka? At 7 in the morning?”

“I love you.” “Tell me that when you’re sober.”

[internalsealpanic]

Zebra Plant

Summary: According to a reliable source (Harvey), you’re adorable when you hyperfixate.  a/n: another entry for my beloved’s writing  challenge. Wub you!! Warnings: none

Stop. 

 STOP. 

 S T O P. 

 Harvey buries his face as he repeats the words in his mind. You're being awful. 

 Again. 

 "Mr. Dent?" You ask, pausing, brows knitting. "You ok?" 

 The answer is no. You're being awful and adorable and despicably infectious. Harvey tightens his fist because he might smile because of just how fucking happy you are today. At least now you look concerned but that's a different problem and Harvey... really needs a new therapist if this is how he's gonna act when you're giddy.

 "Mr. Dent, I can call the medics if you're not feeling ok," you say, deflating. Harvey kicks himself for the sudden sad look on your face. 

 "I'm fine. Just... just tell me about the stupid horse plant or whatever," he says face half-buried in his hand, trying to hide the smile tugging on his lips. 

 You beam at him cautiously, pulling the little yellow flower towards you. "You weren't listening, were you?" You ask, embarrassed. Harvey kicks himself again. 

 No, he was. He was listening. It was just that he liked hearing your voice more than he was interested in the stupid little plant that was making you smile. Then again, given that the stupid little plant was making you smile so much, he's a little interested.

 You drum your fingers nervously on the pot. You look like you’re gonna apologize and Harvey has the urge to drag the guard in here and upper cut him. He doesn’t simply because it’s been a solid week since he’s nearly strangled someone. In his defense, the last person he nearly strangled was the Joker and he honestly thinks that clown shouldn’t count. Besides, you’ve let Harvey ramble about the court system a dozen times. Talking about a plant wouldn’t hurt--it’s actually making his heart hurt but that’s somebody else’s problem.

 Harvey holds up his hand to stop the oncoming apology. “Just tell me why the plant is making you grin like the Clown,” he says, resting his cheek against his hand. Just as he finishes the thought, a sudden fear that the plant has joker gas in it hits him like a truck but it’s immediately dispelled by the giggling trickling from your lips. Almost as quickly the dread is replaced by this stupidly fuzzy feeling and he wants to knock your teeth out for it.

 "It's stupid," you hedge.

 Harvey sighs, "You're an idiot, it's to be expected." 

 You reward him with a crooked smile. Harvey honestly thought you could not get possessive over an expression, yet here he was viciously jealous at the thought of anyone else seeing that smile. "I may be an idiot..." Harvey glares at the plant when you say this, directing your gaze at it instead of him. Normally, you don't put plants on your shit list but Harvey is starting to consider it. "But you love me," you say, looking at him with the same infectious smile you came in with.

 Harvey chokes on his next breath and flushes, feeling the full muscles of his face tug.  He is so screwed. 

 You crinkle your brow again.  "Harv, are you ok?"

 He cups his hand over his mouth. Harvey chokes again. "Fine, what's with the plant?"

 You purse your lips not realizing that you hadn't answered his question. "Well, it's not for drugs--"

 "Obviously."

 You blow out a breath and rest your chin on your knuckles. "What if it was about drugs?"

 Harvey eases a little.  Ok, he can deal with snarky you. "Then I would say you're the worst dealer."

 You look at him aghast but fondness colors the expression. "I WOULD NOT BE THE WORST." 

 "Fine, second worst," he chuckles. 

 "I-- Second to who?"

 He can't tell if you're more offended by the fact that he still considers you one of the worst or if it's the fact that you're now second place.

 "We can both agree that Bats would be a horrible drug dealer."

 "I had my money on the commissioner-- Are you telling me the Commissioner would be a better drug dealer than me?"

 He grins and snorts, "Pretty much."

 You lean back in your chair. "I guess I'm at least better than Batman." You tilt your head. "Anyway, the plant isn't for drugs--"

 "What a shock."

 "Shuddup," you say with a fond frown. "Pam gave it to me during our last session. It's called a Zebra plant. They're notoriously hard to grow since they need specific conditions BUT look, it's alive!" You beam excitedly and Harvey once again feels like he's been hit by a truck. 

 Once you get the ball rolling, you start to ramble on and on about the plant, your gestures wild and your words animated.  He rests his cheek against his knuckles, letting your excited ramblings flit by his brain. Harvey honestly doesn't care about the plant he just loves watching you get all happy and relaxed.

[internalsealpanic]

Toss a Coin

Summary: It’s all a matter of chance really. a/n: My other entry for @littleredwing89​ ‘s challenge.  This is technically a side story to another fic.  Warnings: please do not hand coins to people obsessed with coins. 

"Heads, my cactus will forever be known as Chewy. Tails, we go with a boring name like Beauregard."

 Harvey narrows his eyes at you. "How is Beauregard boring?"

 You lean back against the couch with a contemplative look. Harvey can somehow tell that you aren't turning the name over in your head. You're dead set on it being boring, so you must be mulling over how to gently tell him that his taste in names is, to put it politely, shit. In Harvey's defense, Chewy is a horrible name. 

 "Beauregard sounds like the name for a prep school bully in a 90s comedy," you rattle off, with a dismissive flap of your hand, "my cactus is a prick but he's not that much of a prick."

 "Ok, what about Oswald?" 

 "I am not naming my cactus after Mr. Cobblepot."

 "Why not? They're both stubby pricks," chuckles Harvey, a wry smile working his lips. 

 You snort. Harvey highly suspects he'd hate the sound from anyone else but the inherently ugly sound just sounds adorable coming from you.  "I am not naming him after Mr. Cobblepot. He'll sue me or something. Anyway, you're stalling."

 "First of all, he can't sue you for that."

 "He'll be encouraged to."

 Harvey has to concede that. "Second of all, I'm not stalling. I'm checking the balance of the coin to check if you gave me a dud," he says, absently running his thumb over the coin. It's not his coin. It's just a coin. His coin is somewhere in storage. 

 "S.T. A. L. L. I. N. G."

 "Fine," he says clipped but not angry. 

 "Wait. Wait. Before you flip it." You scramble up from your chair and towards him.

 Harvey's heart stops. Your face is so close to his. "Doc, what's wrong?" He gulps. 

 You give him a wry smile the blow gently on the coin. The gentle breeze sweeps over Harvey's skin and makes the hair's on his neck stand up. You're so close to him. You're in his space. If he leans in just a little more, he'll-- His stomach flips. The heat colors his cheeks. 

 "Are you blushing?" Two Face hisses. "Are you fucking stupid?"

 "Shut up," he hisses back the turns his attention to you. "What was that?"

 "Stacking the odds in my favor. "You shrug. You somehow don't notice how furiously he's blushing, single-mindedly determined to get the outcome you want. Harvey isn't sure if he's thankful for that or not. 

 The coin spins in the air. You watch it breathlessly as it goes end over end. Harvey isn't paying attention to it. He's busy looking at your parted lips. They're soft, he thinks. He remembers how you shaped them to blow on the coin. They must be so kissable. The colors on his cheeks get worse and he can't even hide it. 

 His thoughts come crashing to a halt when the coin lands and you burst into wild animation, arms flung up and feet stomping excitedly.

 "Congrats, Mr. Dent! You now have a cactus named after you," you giggle. The excitement from you is infectious. It bleeds into his confusion. Two Face wants to shake Harvey but he's being quiet too. It's either he can't stand you enough to not want to deal with you or it's the exact opposite. 

 Harvey blinks. He looks at the coin in his palm. Heads. 

 Well, fuck. 

 You grab Chewy from your file cabinet and something from your drawer. He watches you make the name tag and somehow he isn't really pissed. His head is just swimming and for now that's ok even if he's gonna have a cactus named after him.

[littleredwing89]

Hello. I am really sorry to bother you, but is it okay if I just use your prompts to write?

(Of course I will give you acknowledgement, that's a no brainer.)

It's just that I can't just pick one, and I am currently working on other, older prompts (2018 kina old).

I just won't be able to participate in the challenge.

If not, I will still write them, but not post them.

Thank you in advance.

Hello there lovely.

Yes of course you can use the prompts, no problem at all.

Tag me in whatever you write ✍😊

Love Elle xoxo

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[littleredwing89]

Hi Elle! I’m so hyped for your writing challenge it’s gonna be awesome! Can I please have option 2 number 1 “It’s pouring rain why are you here?” I have the perfect scenario with Jason for that❤️❤️❤️

Hello beautiful!! @empower-bi-women

Yes, Yes, Yes. Of course you can. I am super excited to see what you write!! Don't forget to tag me huni ❤️❤️❤️

Love Elle xoxo

[littleredwing89]

Hey Elle can I do prompt #4 "Kiss me."??

@pricetagofficial hello cutie pie 🥰

Yes!!! Of course you can huni. I'm so excited!!!

Don't forget to tag me please ���💛

Love Elle xoxo

[littleredwing89]

I hope it’s not too late (not in my time zone but I don’t make the rules 😬) but can I have prompt 30 from your challenge list option one?

Hiii @butwhyduh

Of course you can!!!

😊😊😊 thanks for joining in!!

Love Elle

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[littleredwing89]

I soooooooo want to enter your challenge!!🙌🙌🙌 But I can't decide on a promt!!

Hiiii @redbircl

Do whatever you like huni 😊😊😊🥰🥰🥰

I'll be excited whatever you pick

Love Elle xoxo

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[littleredwing89]

Hi Elle!

For your writing challenge, I’m going to try writing for prompt #3 for Wally.

Hiiii @candid-confetti

That sounds amazing 🥰❤ I can't wait to see what you do.

Thanks for joining in lovely ❤

Don't forget to tag me and the challenge tag.

Lots of love, Elle xoxo

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[littleredwing89]

Hellow my love!

I would like to do a fic for prompt 1, 7, 12, and 44

@offendedfishnoises

Of course beautiful 😍😘💖