#mark grayson x short!reader

[mostly-imagines]

There’s A String Tied to My Lower Left Rib, Third From The Bottom

dick grayson x afab!reader

aka the professional boyfriend

warnings: she/her pronouns used, reader wears dresses, sexual content at the end (18+)

Dick Grayson is a vigilante. He’s a master martial artist and gymnast. He’s something of a playboy and a heavy flirt. But the claim he really takes pride in is that he’s basically a professional boyfriend. That he’s your professional boyfriend.

And pride really is the right word. He’s so proud that he gets to have this pretty girl on his arm and buy her pretty things even when you insist you have enough. He loves getting to help you take your makeup off when you’re too tired and make you laugh like it’s his job. He’s absolutely gratified that he gets to be your prodigal, sweet boyfriend that, despite your protests, insisted on carrying all five of your shopping bags for you.

You step over an uneven stretch in the sidewalk and lean slightly against Dick’s shoulder. “I’m worried the navy one is too…much.” You say, thinking back to how the blue cocktail dress fit on you, how it stopped barely below your ass.

He furrows his eyebrows with a pout, “Too much?”

You look over at him, matching his expression. “It’s really short. I mean it’s cute and I like it, but…I don’t know, this is kind of a fancy event isn’t it?” 

He puckers his lips, shaking his head. “Short’s good. I like short.” Yeah, you’d noticed with the way his eyes had been glued to the hem of your dress, willing it to slip up just a little more.

You laugh, “And I’m sure you and all the old businessmen will appreciate it greatly.”

His face drops at that, not thrilled at the prospect of those, usually very sleazy, old men getting to see so much of you. “The black one’s good too.”

You peer over into one of the bags, “Or there’s the red one with the—”

Dick shakes his head quickly, “Not red.”

You snicker at that, knowing full well what his problem is with it. “Then why did I get it?”

“Just for me.” He pauses, “Or for something my brother won’t be at.” He mumbles, scanning both sides of the street. He shuffles the bags in his right hand onto his forearm so he can take your hand in his as you step into the road. “No, the black one looked great on you. And we won’t have to go searching for a matching tie.” 

Once you reach the other side he lets go of your hand and he circles behind you, nudging you over to the inside of the sidewalk.

You glance down at the row of bags littering his arms and the red indents beginning to mark his skin. “Will you please let me hold some?” You frown.

“Will you please hold my hand?” He echoes, matching your serious tone with faux urgency of his own. You deadpan him but take his hand anyway. You don’t notice it, but he’s got a dedicated gaze focused on your fingers intertwined in his.

You continue on down the street, hand in hand, the warm sun shining on your necks. You pick up the pace a bit as you approach your apartment building, aiming to get the door for your boyfriend. You reach for the handle only for Dick to call out, “Don’t touch that!” followed by him clamoring like you’re about to touch a hot coal, rushing over to beat you to the punch.

“Oh my god..” you mumble to yourself, biting back a smile. The bags haphazardly fall further down his arms, no doubt uncomfortably as he pulls the door open for you, pretending to be far more eloquent than he actually was. He gestures you in and smiles sweetly at you when you give him a flat look. 

“What is wrong with you?” You ask, glancing over your shoulder at him with amusement glittering across your face as you dig for your keys.

“Not a thing.” He grins, watching with adoration as you open the apartment door. Frankly, you’re surprised he didn’t attempt to juggle the bags and unlock the door himself.

He kicks the door shut behind him as you help slide the bags off of his wrists, piling them on the counter. “When do we need to leave?”

“Uh…” he glances at the wall clock, “Not till seven.” He places his hands nicely on your waist, looking down at your lips. “You wanna get something to eat before we go?”

You muse, “This is the one with those mini stakes, isn’t it?” He nods. “No, I wanna get my fill on those. Oh, and the bruschettas! I love these caterers.”

His eyes flicker back up to meet yours, a sly smile playing on his lips. 

You break away from his gaze and turn to the counter, preparing to scoop the shopping bags up when you’re interrupted by his relentless fervor.

“Ah, ah.” He hooks a finger into the loop of your jeans, tugging you back to him. “Give me a kiss.” 

“Dick.”

“Just one.” Yeah, right. You oblige him though, pushing up on your toes to meet his lips. His thumb strokes your cheek as he kisses you deeply. You break the kiss after a moment only for him to chase your lips to follow it up with another. And then another. And another. He hums against your lips, smiling wide. “Thank you, baby.”

You pull back again and smile as you stop his chest with your hand when he follows. “Ah, I’m not new around here. I know where this’ll go if I let you.”

He nods complaisantly, “Then let me.” His eyes are focused on the small space between you, where his touch lingers along your ring finger. You lean up again and place a kiss on his forehead that has him getting hopeful, only to be met with disappointment when you back away from him, bags in hand. He throws his head back with a groan just to really hammer home the severity of his dismay.  

It doesn’t last too long though because the second you’re back in the room he’s trailing after you like a puppy, following you down to the couch. You roll your eyes at him when he opts to sit ridiculously close to you, though there’s a ghost of a smile on your lips that makes your act lose all credibility.   

He nestles his face into the crook of your neck and is clearly very pleased when you wrap your arms around his shoulders. You exhale contentedly, resting your cheek against his head. You lie idle like that for a few minutes, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck and casting a daydreaming gaze out the window. And apparently, he was daydreaming too. 

“I wanna marry you.” He murmurs into your neck after a while. 

You laugh incredulously, “Have you been drinking when I have my back turned?”

“‘M serious.” He nudges you off him so he can look at you.

You hum, sweeping his hair back from his forehead. “You’re being very…” you scrunch up your mouth to the side, “…Ostentatious today.” 

He barks out a laugh, “Wow. Word-A-Day teach you that one?”

You shove at his forehead back with no real force, biting back a giggle. His eyes flicker back and forth between your mouth and the crinkle in your eyes as he grins. “I’m going to let that one go because you got me some really nice clothes today. As your repayment.” you say, running your finger over his lips. 

He takes your hand, pressing a firm kiss to it. “Let me marry you?” 

You sigh bashfully, “Dick—”

“Please?” He sticks his bottom lip out and gives you his puppy eyes, causing you to avert your gaze quickly. You’re not convinced he doesn’t have a superpower in that area.

You know he’s not really proposing right now, he’s too much of a romantic to do it like this. He’s just getting the idea in your head, getting you excited about it. It’s working.

“I’d be such a good husband to you.” He kisses your collarbone, “So good.” He murmurs against your skin, lips never departing. You struggle to keep your face neutral, making a point of closing your eyes in an attempt to increase your odds of success. He’s being nice though, you know. To let you play pretend right now when you know he could break your facade in a second if he really wanted to.  

“Mrs. Grayson…” he squeezes your hips, lips traveling further down. “Doesn’t that sound pretty?”

It really does. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about marrying him before. He’s nothing if not husband material and honestly you really really want to hear him call you his wife. Call him your husband.

Your hand moves to his hair, petting it softly as he goes on. “Buy you a nice ring. Pretty white dress ‘n a big party just for you.” He brushes your shirt up and trails open mouthed kisses down your stomach. Your chest feels warm and you can feel your pulse thrumming all throughout your body.

He slowly guides your underwear down your thighs, his lips following the hem close behind. “Come home to you every night, kiss these pretty thighs,” He scoops both of your hands up in one of his, pinning them to your stomach. “Kiss this pretty pussy.” He places a chaste kiss on your clit and looks up at you expectantly.

You’re not nearly as hesitant on this as you’re pretending to be, and you both know it. But he’s perfectly fine with begging a little while you pretend you’re not lightheaded at the idea of marrying him. “I’ll think about it…” 

He grins at you before going in on your core without mercy.

He’s trying real hard to land that promotion.

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[redr0sewrites]

kisses with them - DC Batboys Hcs

🥀A/n: your honor i want to put them in a jar and shake them up- anyways this is just something short n sweet i cooked up :)

🥀Cw: fluff, shenanigans, a little suggestive

🥀Character(s): Dick Grayson x reader, Jason Todd x reader, Bruce Wayne x reader

Dick Grayson :

lots of flirty, soft kisses!!!

his favorite places to kiss you are easily your lips or your hands, but he loves kissing every part of you!

Dick loves waking you up with kisses, peppering them all across your face before either of you are really even coherent. he'll start with a gentle kiss to your lips, before moving to your cheeks and forehead and finally your nose, in a gentle attempt to wake you up

this man is a BITER he's definitely the type to nip at you and give you little hickies when kissing you. be careful, because he will take a bite of your cheeks when kissing your face!!!!

Dick loves kissing your hands, whenever you cup his cheek or hold his face in your hands, be prepared for him to kiss not only your palm, but each one of your fingers and wrists as well

he's a very energetic kisser! Dick loves randomly pulling you into a deep kiss for seemingly no reason at all. he doesn't care who's around or whether or not you're in public, he will not hesitate to pull you in like a disney prince(ss) and kiss you right then and there

long, teasing makeout sessions!!!!! Dick loves pulling you onto his lap and kissing you silly. it doesn't even have to be sexual, he just loves having your lips against his

as for him, Dick loves when you give him neck kisses. he practically melts whenever your lips make contact to his neck, turning into your obedient pretty princess. absolutely obsessed with any hickies or marks you leave on HIM, and is not afraid to show them off. he has no shame, and wants everyone to know who he belongs to

HE LOVES LIPSTICK KISSES!!!! if you wear lipstick, it is your luckg day because he fucking loves them. he refuses to wipe them off and would love to spend the day covered in red lipstick smears

overall, he's a very affectionate kisser, and brings a lot of passion and energy into every kiss he gives you

Jason Todd :

this man is soooo touch starved, he loves any and all kisses shared between you two. however, his favorite places to kiss you are your forehead or your temple. its very meaningful and romantic, and he loves getting to wake up every morning and kiss his beloved right on the forehead

Jason is the type to press a kiss to your temple when he's just walking by, to the back of your neck when you're looking down, to your tummy when your shirt is rolled up, any and everywhere he can see. he just loves kissing you, what can i say?

whenever your stressed, anxious, or otherwise upset, Jason always takes the opportunity to cup your face in his hands and press the sweetest kiss to your forehead before whispering sweet nothings in your ear. this man is literally huge, and most likely has to lean down to reach you, but he doesn't mind it at all when it means he gets to press kisses all over your face

im a firm believer that Jason (and all the batboys) would love his partners body regardless of weight, and would looove kissing your thighs regardless of size. he definitely pays special attention to them during intimate times, and more often than not he finds his hand subconsciously wandering to hrip onto one of your thighs when sitting beside you. its not even always sexual, its just comforting for him

Jason's favorite place for you to kiss him? any of his scars. if he notices you paying special attention to them or kissing any of them, he just feels really emotional and fuzzy inside. it's strange to him how someone as perfect as you could love even the flawed parts of himself, and he finds himself enraptured whenever you express love to the parts of himself that he despises

Jason is not outwardly insecure, but he does sometimes miss how smooth his skin once looked without the scars and marks littered across it, especially his back. this being said, he loves when you kiss his back and remind him of how gorgeous he truly is.

Bruce Wayne :

Bruce loves good old fashioned lip kisses, but he also has a soft spot for kissing you on the top of the head, or on your shoulder/collarbone.

this man is fucking huge, and he's not ashamed to admit that he finds it adorable when you stand on your tip toes just to give him a kiss. this is partially why he adores simply kissing you on the mouth, but also because it just feels so intimate to him.

all kisses with Bruce are slow and emotional. he likes taking his time with you, and kisses reflect that.

when you both first started dating, it took him a while to even work up the courage to kiss you as he didn't want to seem too forward. however, after your shared first kiss, he was practically addicted. now he can't go a day without kissing you goodmorning, kissing you before he heads off to work, kissing you when he comes home for dinner, and kissing you before he goes on patrol. yes, all of these kisses are mandatory parts of your guys' days, and he loovesss them

kisses on top of your head are less intimate, but just as important. these are for lazy mornings spent with his strong arms wrapped around your body and your head nuzzled into the crook of his neck. these kisses are meant for when he comes up behind you while your cooking for him, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing you gently on the top of the head.

shoulder kisses are a little more flirtatious than the others, these are for when you're wearing the gorgeous outfit he just bought you that shows just a bit more of your chest than strictly necessary, yet no one bats an eye when they realize who you're with. these kisses are for when all prying eyes are off you, when Bruce can inhale the scent of your delicious perfume/cologne and whisper soft promises in your ear.

where does Bruce like for you to kiss him? simple- his cheek. especially when he's wearing the batman mask. you both have a running joke that the entire reason the mask doesn't cover the bottom half of his face is because he would miss your cheek kisses too much.

they are all so silly i love them sm. SEND IN REQUESTS PLEEEEEEASE IM SO HAPPY TO FINALLY HAVE SOMETHING IM INTERESTED IN AGAIN LIFE WAS SOOOOOOO BORING WHEN I DIDNT HAVE ANY INTERESTS 😭😭😭

[sanguineterrain]

Mark Grayson x reader where reader is smitten as hell and just loves giving him a kiss wherever on his face when they get a chance to bc that boy deserves it and deserves nice things- < / 3

short but sweet! this was a lovely prompt - he IS the goodest boy and he DOES deserve nice things. need to chew him like a dog toy, frankly.

mark grayson x gn!reader. fluff, established relationship, physical affection, mark getting loved on the way god intended!!!!!

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Out of the corner of your eye, you see blue and yellow. Your window latch creaks, and you stand.

The sound elicits a Pavlovian response in you. Ever since you and Mark started dating, he's taken to landing on your roof and climbing through your window instead of going through the hassle of using the door. And as soon as you hear the latch, you're up, body already thrumming with anticipation at seeing your boyfriend.

Sure enough, Mark's crouched outside your window, purposely being slow in his movements so as not to startle you. He pushes your window open.

His hair is fluffy from the wind. He pulls his goggles up over his hair, making it stick up at odd angles. The sight overwhelms you, and you can't wait past him climbing inside.

You're on him as soon as Mark steps inside, cutting off his "hey, baby" with a solid kiss.

"Mmph!" he exclaims as you grab his face and first kiss his mouth, putting your all into it.

His hands land on your waist after several dazed seconds, and he's pliant as you wrap your arms around him and scratch the baby hairs at the nape of his neck.

You pull back for a hot second, just long enough to see how Mark's eyes have glazed over. He often gets like that when you pet and touch him. You suspect it's because he's not used to it, all this physical affection.

You immediately go back in with more kisses, peppering them all over his face. Mark lets you back him against the wall, and you kiss his cheeks, his eyelids, his chin, and his forehead.

"Wha'... what's this for?" he asks after a minute, puppy-eyed as you lavish him with attention.

"'Cause I wanna love on you," you say. "Missed you."

"I was only gone a day."

You hug him hard because you can, because he can take it. Mark squeezes you back gently, practically glowing from the affection.

"Just get really happy when I see you," you say, unable to fit your elation into words. 'Happy' is an understatement of what you're feeling. But Mark seems to understand.

He laughs quietly. "I really missed you too. You're always so sweet to me."

"Because you deserve sweetness," you say, and kiss him on the lips again. "You get all the sweetness in the world, Mark."

He swallows, opening and closing his mouth like you've overwhelmed him. You nip at his jawbone to let him know that it's okay. That he doesn't have to muster up a reply.

"Can we, uh..." Mark clears his throat. "Can we just... cuddle for a while? Is that okay?"

You beam. "Of course it is. I'll always curl up with you, babylove."

The name makes Mark shy. He chews the inside of his cheek and smiles, looking at you.

"'Kay. Be right back."

You get comfortable in bed as Mark takes the sweats he left in your drawer last night and changes, taking less than five seconds to do so. He crawls into bed, limbs heavy with exhaustion and your onslaught of affection.

You lie there and let Mark pick a position. He settles on throwing a leg over you and hugging you with his whole body, head tucked under your chin. You turn into him, hand returning to scratch his scalp.

"Thank you for loving on me. And taking care of me," he says, breathing evening out.

"No thanks necessary," you say, kissing his hair. "'S what I'm here for."

[arieswritez]

puppy love

puppy love | yandere!mark grayson x afab!reader | MULTI-CHAP: 2

chapter 1

cw; DARK CONTENT!!! MDNI!!! reader is neurodivergent, ableism, growing up is messy & adults suck, angst, niceguy™/slight incel mark, childhood friend/bully!mark, mark gets his powers sooner, teeny tiny implications of pseudo incest (blink and you'll miss it), violent rape, threats of violence, & canon typical violence, stalking, implied murder, gender & body dysphoria, mentions/implications of disordered eating, mark teases reader about their body once, overall asshole mark, implied grooming (mark handles it but he's a lil bitch about it later), so, victim blaming, misogyny, the inexplicable horrors of being afab, objectification, sexualization

about; . . i am not the boy you knew and you are dead to me you watch someone you know grow into static company - boy (alex g)

2.

your chest ached.

with changing seasons, countless birthdays, the broadening of your consciousness brought an expansion of your body. growing in places that made you walk with a slouch and had your hands tugging at the front of your shirt. the shorts you'd wear during summer turned into your shame whenever your parent(s) would ask you to go and change for something more. . 'appropriate'.

ridiculous, you thought. how could they be inappropriate? they were your favorite pair.

or they used to be.

a man old enough to be your father leered at you while you were out riding your bike. you took them off as soon as you got home. you're sure they sit at the bottom of your closet to this day.

your hands got bigger. your fingers stretched. you got taller. people often told you you looked like your parent(s). you didn't see it.

despite the passage of time, mark was still there.

your parent(s) had long received the grayson's blessing to allow him refuge in your home: playdates whenever he wasn't preoccupied with baseball and important school work. but as the pages of the calendars turned, your parent(s) worried your little playdates had gone on for too long.

however, much like the dilemma your teachers had, no one had the heart - nor the energy - to separate you two. the two of you were entering the age where interest in romance grew and your parent(s) worried. it was cute, at first. when a 6 year old mark would follow you home and your parent(s) would have to contact the graysons, lest they turn the world upside down searching for their one son. or the time in which he'd brought ring-pops and claimed you'd gotten married.

but the fact of the matter was that mark had changed, too. you didn't see it at first. didn't even imagine it could've ever been that way.

mark was a growing boy.

there was evidence of that etched in markings on the wall next to your bedroom door: comparisons of height done in pencil. one with your initial. the other in his. you'd always be surprised when he kept surpassing you inch by inch. and you'd make a face whenever you'd - yet again - failed to keep up. and after your parent(s) wearily watched the two of you engage in hand size comparisons, the door to your bedroom was to remain open at all times.

but the truth of the matter was that there was simply no need.

mark was hardly ever in your bedroom those days. and much to your disappointment - well, why were you? it's not like you didn't see it coming - he'd gotten friends of his own. friends who grew with him in height and mannerism. who'd say big, nasty words and who's eyes would follow girls down the hallway. who he'd sit and rough house with until teachers had enough and sat him next to the most 'well behaved student' - you - despite his huffing. friends who wouldn't spare you a glance even though you were walking with mark. who'd talk directly to mark as if you weren't even there and steal him away with excuses of baseball practice. or simply because they could.

and mark would go.

and once, you felt your face going hot when one of them scoffed, "sorry, are we stealing you away from your girlfriend?"

mark returned the laugh - you didn't know if he knew you heard or not. you also didn't wanna know - and said, "ew."

laughter.

and if you were anyone else you would've thought about throwing his own baseball bat against his back. but all it did was make you sad. it made you angry. it made you embarrassed. and you didn't know why.

mark was a growing boy.

you were growing, too.

but you wanted to stay little for as long as you could. and the dread that came with buying newer clothes each passing year left you with a bitter taste in your mouth.

you obsessed over magazines. the pretty girls on social media who's hair looked perfect. who's teeth were whiter. who's skin looked painted on. you're sure

the others in school shared your sentiment.

soon, you had to preoccupy yourself with shaving your arms or your legs or drinking large amounts of water in order to feel something in your tummy.

but mark. .mark never had to worry about that. he was a growing boy. he didn't have to worry about clothes or skincare. he didn't have to watch what he ate.

he was a growing boy.

who cared if he ate half a dozen donuts in one sitting? he was a growing boy.

who cared if all he did was run a few steps in baseball and eat like a chipmunk all the while remaining the same? he was a growing boy!

who cared if he could burp and sneeze loudly, sit like he'd bought the planet, and go outside at night?

.. certainly not you.

but sometimes you wish -

"it's so fucking hot." mark mumbled, hanging off your bed, voice muffled around his - seventh? - donut.

you stared down at the bowl of cotton candy grapes on your lap.

your teeth ached with need.

- . . you were a. . it was easier.

"yeah." you said, squeezing one of the grapes between your index and thumb until the flesh oozed out, shiny and sticky. "i know."

"you almost done?" he asked, turning onto his stomach and wiping the icing off his hands onto your bedding.

the homework sheets in front of you were nearly done. but you'd need a lot more time to finish homework for the both of you. you wonder if your parents knew that mark coming over to do homework just consisted of him distracting you while you did the work.

and maybe they did.

they were always so forgiving to people who weren't you.

in their eyes, you'd ask for advice if he was really taking advantage of you. and none of that whiny complaining of him being too rough, either.

you should've known what you were getting yourself into when you befriended a boy.

boys will be boys. right?

then, he doesn't know his own strength when you were mad at him when one of his playful shoves sent you staggering in front of his friends.

or, he was trying to be funny! lighten up. when he'd grabbed you and groped at your fleshy sides - also in front of his friends.

and most importantly, the two of you had been best friends for so long, there was no reason why something as innocent as you doing a couple of favors for him could cause such turmoil.

you should be nicer to him. i mean, how many other friends do you have?

and that's what the excuses were about.

your parent(s) felt indebted to him. after all, they didn't have the energy to deal with the tides of your mental state: the complex emotions, highs and lows, that only seemed to become that much more apparent as you entered your teenage years.

you imagined how they must’ve thought of you.

it couldn't be that much different than how everyone else did.

mark is so patient, so good at babysitting poor, socially inept you.

but as long as they didn't have to do the heavy lifting, they figured letting mark keep you was their safest bet. it did you good. mark didn't seem burdened. if anything, he seemed happy. he enjoyed taking care of you. and you knew he did. in fact, when he wasn't around his friends. . he was the mark you grew up with.

kind of.

he was still into the same stuff: comics and superhero movies. as long as it was just the two of you. . it wasn't that bad. he cared for you. and he'd show he wasn't all gone when he'd warned you about boys - who, ironically, seemed to perfectly describe his friend group. 

don't date them, he'd say, and it reminded you of when you'd gotten that ring pop and he told you you were his.

his protective demeanor wasn't a problem when he had the strength of a six year old. but mark wasn't six anymore. the jealous fits weren't as endearing. he was rowdier. moodier. and he'd grown into his body. . meaning he had the mass to back his words up.

but you weren't cowed by him. not much, anyway.

which caused you to push away the pile of homework and snap, "why don't you do your own fucking homework? it's too much."

you knew the most mark would do was sulk and pout. that's all he ever did when you'd be preoccupied with other things. . or grouped with the opposite sex. but there'd be moments in which you'd caught the flicker of darkness in his eyes whenever the two of you had a disagreement.

when you said no.

"i'm tired after baseball." he said, slowly, like it's something you were supposed to know.

"yeah, well, i'm tired, too!" you huffed.

"yeah? of doing what?"

"of thinking for the both of us."

"you calling me dumb?"

"you said it." you muttered under your breath, doodling onto the page to distract you from the annoyance bubbling inside you.

you didn't notice him getting up. he'd have a habit of sneaking up on you. maybe he was just quiet. or you were just too absent minded to notice. but either way, before you knew it, you were lifted off the floor from around your waist.

you don't even get a chance to react before he pinned you to your bed. the shock causing your face to grow hot before you begin to thrash beneath him, spitting out insults and trying to hit him in any soft spot you could.

but he was faster, stronger.

repeating, "i'm stupid?" while fighting you off like it was nothing.

he'd always had better stamina, and soon, you're tired and pinned beneath him.

and then he. .

just froze above you.

mark's world had gone still. he could sense everything. the air shifted around him and all his attention landed on you. he could feel weak throbbing beneath the palm of his hands as he held your wrists in a two handed grip above your head.

he could smell your perfumed skin. hear the blood soaring through your veins. the heat from your face warmed him like a furnace. and the realization slammed into him like a freight train.

he'd gotten his powers.

you'd brought them out of him.

“um. can I get up now?” you'd whispered from beneath him, flustered. your eyes narrowed towards your door, the one your parent(s) demanded you to keep open at all times.

mark blinked.

then, shuffled off of you with burning cheeks.

you watched him hastily sling his school bag over his shoulder and waddle out of the room. confused, you called after him - you had a test to study for for christ's sake! - but he didn't stop.

you scrambled after him.

but like years before, you couldn't keep up.

he was gone before you even made it out into the hallway.

CHAPTER 3

[badsopen]

You Can run, But You Can't Hide...

Yandere!Mark Grayson x Superpowered!Reader

A/N : The reader in this has a teleportation power, not interdimensional teleportation but like regular teleportation, and they can phase through walls, obviously in this dimension Mark joined his dad and he doesn't want to kill you either

Hiding with Robot and Adam Eve's group wasn't ideal. Resources were scarce. People scared and paranoid whether they got to live another day or not; but going back and forth from one part of the planet to another wasn't sustainable either, especially since with how fast the both of them can travel; it'd only be a few minutes of resting time before you had to teleport again. So, after narrowly escaping Nolan's death grip in Honduras, you made the decision to move back up north even to settle down in the sewers to have more than thirty minutes to cool down.

But you had spotted one of the freedom fighters and followed him back to the underground base, he was clumsy and loud. It wouldn't be long until they found this place. Finding Adam and Robot telling them was the best you could do for them; they were surprised to say the least. After all a hand straight through your chest should've killed you; but with the combination of teleporting and phasing an escape was granted to you. However, not without a cost, your heart was weak, Nolan had grazed the front of your heart and thinned the muscle there. Normally that wouldn't be an issue, just pop on down to Cecil and he'd have you fixed up in no time. So, your life was on a schedule, it was a rough estimate…maybe a year? Two if you were able to properly rest without the teleporting at all.

Adam convinced you to say, sweetly said it was to treat your injuries, but Robot had made it clear it was for you to help out gathering resources and getting as many people as possible out of here in case this place was found. No matter, it was nice of them to give you a place to recover after Robot had fixed up your heart. The scar was a thin long line, from the top of your throat to the underside of your belly button. It was overkill you were sure of it, but even after waking up after the pain of being ripped open, you still were in better health, than teleporting in fear of being caught and killed.

You were inside of a subway car, practicing teleporting instantly from one side of the room to the other side, it was going to take a couple of days of practicing to build up to longer distances again. It was nicer not having a time frame of when you were going to die, or having hope for the future that wasn't under the Viltrum Empire.

It was short lived however..

There was rumbling coming from the roof of the underground train station, at first it was dismissible-just buildings crumbling to the ground, but after the screaming started to pick up and then people rushing by the car it was obvious. They had found this place, and they were going to kill everyone in this place.

Rushing out of the car, you saw that they had split themselves up, Nolan was fighting Robot and Adam Eve was fighting Mark. Omni Man had made quick work of Robot and the other people who were unlucky enough to behind him after he was rushed. Teleporting to Robot after Omni Man had delivered his last words to Robot, you had told him that you would 'take care of it and not to worry'. His voice was rasped and hard to make out with the screaming, but the message was delivered a simple Don't fail.

Looking around for the both of them wasn't hard, just follow the fear induced screams was more than enough to be pointed in the right direction.

Mark had his hand around Eve's neck, they were talking to each other. Her hands are on his wrist... and then a snap...he broke her neck. Omni man is up there now he's saying something, Mark is shaking his head not as he puts Eves' body down. They're still talking to each other.

Both of their heads snap in your direction, FUCK they saw you! Before you can think of a place to teleport to Nolan rushes you bursting the people in-between you both like bloody pimples. He lifts you in the air by your neck. Mark slowly floats his way down to you and his father.

"I wasn't expecting you to be here" Nolan grimaces slightly "especially with how keen you were to get away from the city."

His voice was monotone and short. It was hard to see where this conversation would go. You try and keep yourself levelheaded knowing that one wrong move will get you killed or captured by the of them.

"I can't stay away from home for to long."

A nervous smile came across your cracked lips, hurting but not bleeding. The grip Omni Man had on your throat was tight, keeping you suspended in the air by your throat was starting to expose the scar. A flush of air meant that Invincible had come up to interrogate you with Omni Man.

Marks soft voice rang through the silence of his and his fathers animalistic brutality just minutes ago.

"Why are you here?"

His tone had remained soft and understanding like he was talking to a child; it made would always make you wonder if Mark was choosing to do these horrible things, or he was going along with his father trying save thousands from his father.

Nolans eyes started to wonder down the slightly red line and a deep frown began to set on his mustache.

"Ah, Mark, that's a really st-"

Nolans grip had tightened suddenly as he dropped lower to the ground making sure your feet could barely scrape the rubble ridden concrete. A stern look strikes his face as he turns to Mark. A short look is shared between them before turning back to you, their eyes drift down your face and towards your pulsing scar. Nolan's thumb presses in deep enough to make Mark suck in air harshly and Nolan giving a somewhat disappointed grumble from some deep crevasse of feeling that you quite aren't sure is there.

A soft sigh came from Mark as a frown sets deep on his skin.

"What happened to you? What's with the scar? Is because of what happened in Honduras? You know if you'd just stayed still nothing would've happened. You pushed dad's buttons..., I'm not saying you deserved that, but still."

A shrug passed through him, he moved closer, Nolan's grip was starting to get harsher. Mark puts his hand on top of your head, he doesn't take heed of it. He begins to it upward slowly as you struggled to look up, a chuckle came from Nolan.

"He won't kill you, just make sure you won't be able to see straight. I've seen him practice works well enough."

You weren't able to at least get a sarcastic rebuttal out before his hand came down on, your head. It was an odd experience a slight pain, a sharp realization of being able to see in opposite directions, burning in of bile, and then not having sight in front of yourself.

[midiosaamor]

❪ ✦ ❫ 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒 𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒, 𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐘𝐏𝐒𝐄.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: grayson hawthorne x fem!reader

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: it was supposed to be a fun truth or dare game with your harvard friends and grayson. but truth or dares arent always innocent.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: drinking, smart kids, harvard kids, parties, truth or dare, kissing

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒: 486

𝐀/𝐍: idk if i should post this or not because this is my og idea and im making a wattpad fanfic about this BUT ITS FINE IF SOMEONE GETS INSPO ABOUT THIS RIGHT?? GENAGG IDK also its pretty short but ehh its late and im half asleep rn

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑��𝐈𝐒𝐓. 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐖𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐄.

𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐃: ✓

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: @reminiscentreader @never-enough-novels @ilyiwdtpyiwmyhmtkys @evaswarner @sc11vb @sophiesonlinediary @starrynightsxo @f4iry-bell @his-littlefox @viivdle @aaron-warner @reyreadersblog @urbanflorals @nqds

you weren’t a fan of truth-or-dare games. after all, you knew how they ended. flings, heartbreak, betrayal, love, etc etc. you weren’t too into that. though, you couldn’t say no to your friends whenever they asked you to play a game at a party.

so here you are, out of your harvard uniform and instead in a black dress, sitting down on a couch with your friends. they sit down in a circle with, surprisingly, grayson hawthorne sitting down on another couch next to you.

he’s never the talkative one. the two of you weren’t friends; but not strangers either. so it was surprising when you found him.

“alright. who’s gonna go first?” your friend, ariana asks. “me!” another friend says out loud. “okay. uhm… micheal. truth or dare?”

and so the game went on. there was some drama—even though it was solved—some kisses and some 7 minutes in heaven. not surprisingly, grayson didn’t contribute to anything. he just sat there.

“okay… y/n,” tristan says, a lipstick mark from ariana close to his lips still stained. “truth or dare?” you hum, sitting crossed on the couch. “dare,” you say with a shrug. the night’s about to end, anyway.

“alright. i dare you to… kiss grayson.”

you choke on nothing and some of your friends gasp, the others laughing. “he isn’t even playing,” you retort, glancing at grayson. he’s looking at you. god, you hate how you can’t see his reactions.

“so? he’s still here. it still counts,” tristan shrugs, smirking. you shoot him a glare before groaning. it’s just a kiss, anyways. “you know what? fine. but i’m going to kill you after this, tristan anthony gavins.”

he puts his hands up defensively as you grumly stand up, looking at grayson. he’s sitting straight now, looking up at you from the couch. his stance—you can’t read. tense? calm?

you sigh before walking over toward the blond.

“sorry, gray,” you mumble, before bending down, grabbing his chin, and pulling his face towards you, his lips touching.

you two were both kind of drunk. you knew that grayson got even more quiet when he got drunk—for some weird reason—and he likes to be alone.

so, it’s surprising when he kisses back. there was no tongue when you felt his hands lightly slide to your waist and lips move in sync with your own.

it’s even more surprising when you could’ve sworn his lips chase yours when you pull back. you forget about the group of friends watching you closely. all the other people in the party as you stare into his grey, cold eyes. but now there’s something different in them. but you don’t know what.

the clearing of a throat makes you break eye contact and walk back to your coach. “alrighty…” another friend says nervously before the game starts again.

you could’ve sworn you felt grayson’s eyes on you for the rest of the party.

[cemeteryspider]

Imagine Dating Mark Grayson With Dazzler's Powers

Invincible! Mark Grayson x Dazzler! Reader

Summary: Going on a date to Italy with Mark Grayson

Word Count: 327

Mark carried you through the sky and pointed at different countries as they came and went. Something you and Eve had been helping him with these past few weeks to ensure he actually graduates from high school.

"There's Spain and There's France! Oh and there is our destination" He sped up and your ears and eyes adjusted accordingly thanks to your immunity to sound, aka Mark breaking the sound barrier.

As he landed in an Italian alley, the streets unfolded with charm. Cobblestone paths, vibrant shops, and the aroma of local cuisine captivated your senses. Mark swiftly changed into civilian attire, and you reveled in the picturesque surroundings.

Hand in hand, you strolled, Mark grinning. "Well? What do you think"

"I think, this is the best date anyone has ever taken me on", You smiled at him and allowed your feet to carry you in any direction you saw fit.

After purchasing a few things that would arrive at your house by mail in a day or two, thank you superstar status, you were stopped by some young girls who insisted on a picture with you.

You looked over at Mark who shrugged his shoulders and took the phone from the girl. With a quick snap the girls giggled and ran to the nearest bench, probably to text all of their friends.

"Sorry about that, sometimes I forget that people know who I am outside of the costume too", Many people recognized you as Dazzler the superhero, while you were in costume, however, many more recognized you as a hit pop singer, who had topped the charts since your sophomore year in high school.

"Hey, no need to apologize, I think it's great that people know how amazing you are, costumes, suits, or plain you"

"Hey, now you think I'm plain?" You teased.

"Sorry, that's... I meant..." You pressed a soft kiss to his lips and let out a small chuckle.

"I'm just kidding, now I'm starving"

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Author's Note: Sorry this short, but I just wanted to write something for Invincible and after two five part series I think this was a good way to ease back into writing.

[vampireimiko]

dms are being funky! so the plot-

(platonic family disabled sick reader

a platonic invincible (greyson) family where as the reader is the youngest and was born sick and spent their life in and out of hospitals nolan dotes on his youngest and mark tried to do anything for his younger sibling (just a bunch of angst)

i totally understand if you aren’t comfortable writing for disabled readers)

Disabled! Reader x (Platonic) Grayson Family

warnings, just angsty!!

note, i have never written for disabled readers before, so therefore if anything in this is insensitive or offensive, please let me know and i'll be sure to fix it :)

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° Growing up proved to be an endless cycle of hospital visits, medication schedules, and missed opportunities. Each passing day etched the realization deeper into your consciousness that you were different from your brother, Mark, whose growing Viltrumite powers starkly contrasted your fragile health. The longing to experience a fraction of normalcy gnawed at your core.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° When Nolan found out you were born the way you were, he was scared. You would be considered weak in most people's eyes and instead of having two super powered viltrumite children, he had one. This obviously caused a rift in the relationship between you two, during your early stages of life.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° It unfortunately took Nolan quite a while to see past your disability and see you for yourself, and once he did the relationship between the both of you got increasingly better. He spoiled you at any chance he got.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° Nolan's unwavering devotion became both a solace and a burden. His constant attention, hovering like a protective shadow, amplified the weight of your condition. It felt suffocating, as if your illness was the centerpiece of every conversation, every plan made, and every fleeting moment of joy.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° Mark's attempts to bridge the gap between your worlds often straddled a thin line between genuine care and frustrating pity. His earnest efforts, while commendable, served as a stark reminder of the divide between the robustness of his abilities and your confinement to a wheelchair.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° Despite all of that, Mark still tried his very best to spend time with you. Taking you out on siblings dates, whether it be to dinner, the bookstore, or just somewhere you've been really dying to go. He'd try to do this about 3 times a month, if his life let him. Those moments, brief as they were, formed the cornerstone of your happiness.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° Nolan tried his best with you. Spending time with you was very hard to do, considering he could be needed anywhere around the world at any given time. The time he did spend with you were often marked by a tinge of sadness, an attempt to compensate for the absence caused by his global and sometimes space responsibilities. Yet, even in those short moments, his love for you was palpable, his presence a reassurance of the unwavering bond despite the circumstances that kept him away.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° As for Debbie, your mom, she made sure to be there for you through everything. Every single doctors appointment, staying up late for you during the most difficult nights, and offering her unconditional support and her shoulder for you whenever the days got too harsh on you. Her love was the sturdy foundation upon which you built your resilience.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° Her sacrifices went unnoticed by many, yet her enduring love was felt in every tender embrace, in every whispered assurance, and in every sacrifice she made to ensure your comfort and well-being. Her quiet acts of love and selflessness formed the backbone of your journey, instilling within you a sense of hope and fortitude to face each new day.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° Despite all of the challenges you faced, your whole family cared so deeply about you, each member contributing their unique love and support, forming an unshakable fortress of compassion and unwavering dedication around you.

additional note ! this is literal ass

𝐝𝐨𝐧'�� 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

[dayasusays]

“body paint”

dick grayson x reader

words : 678

tw / cw : ??angst

for better experience:

you come up behind him and hug him, pressing your breasts just below his shoulder blades, as if you were hiding from a man's gaze. he doesn't even turn round; he just sighs and covers his eyes, hoping that everything will be alright.

dick doesn't dare to start, but he knows what you want to say.

he always called you predictable and you laughed. is it your problem that he knows you inside and out?

"we need to talk," you start, resting your hands on grayson's waist and nervously twiddling your thumbs; he gently touches the back of your hand, stroking it and nodding faintly.

"about what?"

"all of it, obviously," you chuckle bitterly, pulling away. dick turns and looks into your eyes, god, what beautiful eyes you have. he could stare into them for hours, searching for his reflection and enjoying the way they run awkwardly every time he calls you beautiful, wonderful, tender...

"i love you," you interrupt his stream of admiring thoughts with one phrase.

and you're not lying. you know you're not lying, and grayson knows it too; he smiles and strokes your cheek with his thumb, noticing the way you hold back your tears.

he always thought you were a crybaby, but now he realises he wants to cry too.

dick wants to burst into tears, clutching at you and begging you to forgive him for all the things he could have done.

"i love you too," he almost confesses, forcing himself to smile, "we're good, love?"

you nod softly and smile back as tears blur in front of your eyes. you wipe them from your lashes and the first thing that comes into view is the collar of his ironed shirt.

the colour of the suit you chose for him perfectly accentuates his waist and elongated face. he looks wonderful, though sad.

dick'll never admit how much it pains him to realise that you're equally screwed up. he can't blame you, he can't blame himself... it seems the only one to blame here is god himself.

"what are we gonna do about it?"

"about what? our flat? our dog? our job?"

grayson just laughs quietly because he knew you'd say that. one question follows not one counter question, but four.

"can't we work it out?" he whispers, leaving a kiss on your forehead that says it's okay, "we've solved this before."

"yeah," you sigh, lowering your gaze, "i wish i could say we will, but..."

dick nods silently.

you didn't work it out, and you both know it. you've kept it quiet, brushed it aside, hoping that the resentment would go away, but it's only grown, spreading unpleasantly inside you and preventing you from moving forward; you remember every word he said that hurt you and he remembers every disappointed look you gave him and every remark you made.

this situation is sticky, unpleasant, it stays on your tongue with something astringent; it's almost like a canvas with fresh paint that you want to walk on without getting your feet dirty.

you don't want to leave a trace after the situation. you want to keep it quiet so that the pain in your heart and the bitterness on your tongue won't be there.

you both just want to end this cleanly, without a single mark on the cold floor of your flat.

"i love you," he starts now after a short pause, "it's just that everything has made me just..."

"exhausted," you pick up, averting your gaze, "we're both complicated people."

no one said it was going to be easy when you bonded with each other.

dick calls you by your name and your name has never sounded so bitter.

he nods, opening his arms in anticipation of a hug; you take a step forward when you feel something sticky and coloured under your bare feet.

you realise you're dirty when white paint runs down your knee.

and dick grayson doesn't leave you alone like that; he steps into that paint too, sighing heavily and realising that you won't come out clean.

just noticed you like my drabbles with dick :) there’s another one 💌

ty for reading and the feedback !! <3

[jakekiszmyass]

WAITED ALL YOUR LIFE ~ Chapter 1

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x Alaska (Lassie) Jones (OC)

Waited All Your Life Summary:

When a soul has suffered enough pain - it becomes that of a shell. A place no one can infiltrate, sacred and dark - and all alone. Jake and Alaska both closed off their souls to the rest of the world a long time ago, convinced that love would never be in the cards. They didn’t want it - they practically rejected it. Jake’s band Greta Van Fleet and Alaska’s band Icarus Casus were slowly becoming the most prominent rocks bands of their generation. But when they decided to take a month long trip together to the Chattanooga mountains to focus on their new albums - everything changed. 

What happens when two souls, shut off from the world and all alone, find each other. Do they help rebuild what was broken - or do they burn everything to the ground. 

Warnings: 18+ (Minors BE GONE); Mentions of car crashes, death from car crashes; mentions of death; smoking ; drinking; Use of Drugs; Asshole Jake; Mentions of trauma related nightmares

Word Count: 6.5k

A/N: Chapter one is here!!!! Honestly I wanted it to be a little longer, but I just couldn't wait so here it is! I do plan on putting out a visualizer since I love being able to see exactly what the author (me lol) intends for the readers to see, that will be up within the next week! Chapter 2 is in the works so stay tuned...

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[Alaska's POV]

The Kiszka family owned a set of cabins, one right next to the other on the Chattanooga mountains. It was family property, built by their grandparents who lived in Tennessee. The Kiszka’s grandparents passed away when the boys were little, meaning their only daughter Karen, inherited the houses. The boys grew up going there when they were little for vacations. It helped a great deal since it was quite pricey to take a family of 6 on a vacation. When family is not at the house, Karen rents it out for a little extra spending money. Josh had made all of the arrangements with his mother, and we were set to stay for a month. Greta would get the east cabin, and Icarus would get the west cabin. They were practically the same - not to mention they were about 20 feet away from each other, the picturesque mountains surrounding the isolated cabins on all sides - creating a true hideaway. I had briefed Mara and Grayson, who were more than happy to spend this time in the mountains, a perfect place for writing. Everyone was on board, and everything was in place. 

The day came for everyone to head off to Tennessee. I woke up at 11 AM, smoked my morning cigarette, and started my day. As I started to pack my suitcase, I thought to myself; what do I even bring? Ive only stopped in Tennessee for a short while on a leg of our last tour, but other than that - what the fuck do I pack for a month long trip? Sweaters, t-shirts, leggings, track pants were the basics. Chilly nights, hot days, I would need a little something for everything. Are there even any places to swim up there? Is there a hot tub? I packed 3 bathing suits just encase. As I placed my 3 very simple and standard bathing suits in my luggage, a thought stopped me in my tracks. Jake. Jake was going to be there, Jake was going to see me every damn day. How the fuck am I suppose to approach this? I am staying in a cabin, for a whole month, right next to the man who hates me, and who also owns the cabin. What the fuck have I done? I didn’t really give myself ample time to process this, the planning and briefing got in the way - but holy shit. This month could either go one of two ways. One, Jake could get over himself and talk to me. I am not expecting us to be friends… but we could at least treat each other as mature twenty year olds for public purposes. Or two…. Jake continues to give me his snide marks and harsh glares…. Ignoring me for the entirety of our trip and evidently making things awkward. Im hoping, somewhere in that bruiting brain of his he has the smallest initiative in human interaction and doesn’t make things awkward. Either way, Jake was going to be seeing me every day. A.K.A. my first school crush, the boy who I barred from my brain years ago because it would never have happened. I took one of the bathing suits out of my luggage, replacing it with a more risqué one. Nothing will ever come of me and Jake, that I know. But that doesn’t mean I can’t give him a show, or at least show him in not the wierdo he recognized from our high school days. With that, I folded my low cut - wine coloured bikini and placed it in my bag. I didn’t necessarily have the biggest boobs in the world, but this bikini really made them pop as there was absolutely no support what-so-ever, letting the girls just sort of hang down there. I grabbed a few shirts that I liked, particularly this black one I owned - it was low cut, skin tight, and had lace around the cleavage area. Again, made the girls look real good, and did wonders for my waist. After grabbing a few more shirts, some pairs of pants, I grabbed more than enough underwear and a few bras, varying from casual lounge pieces to full on lingerie. Why the fuck am I bringing lingerie again? It’s not like anyone is going to see it. I settled on the fact that I had packed it for myself, I said as I was zipping up my suitcase and propping it up against the door. 

I proceeded to check on Dallas, and make sure he was out of bed. He needed to pack, and we had lots of loading to do with all of the gear. When I entered Dallas’ room, he was on the phone with Sam. I could hear them already making plans and telling each other what they wanted to do with their month together, stranded on a mountain. Oh god, I feel as though I will most likely be acting as the babysitter for the next month. He is my baby brother and all, and I let him do what he wants on most occasions. But something tells me him and Sam will not hold back. Im just happy were gonna be on a mountain, far far away from any police and people. I can see that Dallas is packing whilst talking to Sam, I shoot him a thumbs up and leave his room. 

Over the next few hours, me and Dallas had packed up all of our things into our van. Our luggages, duffel bags, coolers filled with food from the grocery run I had made the day prior, and all of our gear - which undoubtably took up the most space. Dallas’ drum kit along with a few extra pieces just encase something broke, two of my electric’s and one acoustic, my large tube amp, a standard 50 watt floor amp, my pedal board, and a plethora of wires and cords that were stuffed into a duffel bag to be organized at a later date. Mara had packed 2 of her bass’, her pedals and cords, and her tube amp. Last but not least Grayson added all of our recording equipment. It was safe to say you could not see out of the back window of the van, and things were a little crowded. 

After having picked up Mara and Grayson, I called Josh to make sure he was on the road so he would be there by the time we got there to let us in. Once he confirmed, we did one last run through of anything we may have forgotten. Once all was said and done - we had embarked on the very long, 10 hour drive ahead of us.  

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The drive there was as to be expected. Periods of music, periods of talking, periods of silence, period of napping, you get the point. And after the long 10 hour drive that everyone was eagerly ready to be done with - we had arrived, driving through the dense forest and being wrapped up in green everything. As tedious as the drive was, this made it all worth it. I had a special love in my heart for terrain like this, sights you would never get in Michigan. The way you feel completely encompassed by nature, almost suffocating in it. It was alive. 

I called Josh about 5 minutes out and sure enough, he along with Sam and Danny were waiting for us at the front door of one of the cabins, the one I assumed was theirs. But where was Jake? Hiding probably, out of his incessant and baseless hatred for me. Asshole. I put the gear into park, and got out of the car for the first time in hours. Relief spread through my body and I swear I felt like I was being reborn. It was through my stretching, that I noticed someone perched atop the balcony staring down in my direction. There he was, the spawn of satan himself. And fuckkk meee, Satan has never looked better. He was, truly, was he ever a sight for sore eyes (my sore eyes, from that stupidly long drive). Not to mention, holy shit. Jake had grown up, and hot didn’t even begin to cover it. He was ethereal. He was leaning against the wooden frame that lined the balcony, his body perched at a 45 degree angle as his forearms hung over the side. His long brown hair was blowing in the wind, a few pieces splayed across his face. I saw him reach up to his glasses and pull them slightly down the shaft of his nose, when I realized he was starring directly at me, as I was starring directly at him. 

ABORT MISSION.  I REPEAT, ABORT MISSION. 

I thought to myself, as I quickly averted my gaze to Josh who was walk/running over to me from his cabin. He grabbed me, fully embracing me with his arms and spinning me around. I laughed to myself and grabbed him back, exited to be reunited with my best friend. “We are going to have the best fuckin’ month EVER Lass.” Josh said as he set me free, a huge smile lining his face. After giving Sam and Danny hugs - as well as the rest of the band exiting the car to introduce themselves, I leaned against the van as I pulled a cigarette and lit it, still mentally exhausted from the drive. Everyone was huddled in a circle getting aquatinted with one another, Sam and Dallas already more amped up than they usually are, and I just sat there and smoked, taking a breather for a moment. I couldn’t help but flash my eyes up to the balcony where Jake was still standing, his eyes still on mine. But for why? Was it something I was wearing, was it the fact that I was smoking? His eyes never left mine as I leaned, finishing my cigarette and stomping it onto the ground once it was done. Eventually, he left his spot on the balcony and went inside. My eyes hurt more from that thanthedrive. 

Everyone had taken the liberty of grabbing whatever they could out of the back of the van, to move all of our stuff inside. I could hear inside our cabin, as the front door was wide open - Jake introducing himself to everyone. He must have gone through the back doors of the cabins to get inside. The noise more so turned into fuzz as I was focused on getting my guitars and the rest of my gear out of the van. I was bent at the waist into the back of the van, heavily extending my arm for a cord that had fallen out of a bag. Suddenly, the sunlight that I could could see from my peripheral had disappeared - as if there was suddenly a shadow cast behind me. 

“Alaska.” My cheeks suddenly went a bright shade of purple. I was still arms deep in the van, ass out (picked a great moment there, Jacob) and facing away from Jake (thank the lord). I slowly propped by body upright. “Jacob.” I replied, my body still facing the van, my eyes wandering the contents left in it. Unfazed, is how I appeared on the outside. However on the inside, I was very, very much phased. But, perception is everything and you weren’t going to give him an ounce of satisfaction that easy. “You smoke now.” He said, as a statement rather than a question. I laughed at this, still looking down at whatever it was I was fidgeting with in my hands. “Incredible observation skills Jacob.” I replied, as I turned to him and smirked, wincing my eyebrows together slightly as if to say, ‘no shit dude’. The slightest of smiles lined his lips. “Ive been smoking since I was fourteen Jacob. But then again, how would you know that?” I smirked, my attitude coming out just the perfect amount. Not too mean, but at the same time putting him in his place. I was now looking directly into his eyes (and not from a balcony), which was a first for the both of us. His eyes slowly trailed from my lips, all the way down my body and all the way back up again. When our eyes met, he quietly laughed to himself as he turned around to walk back into the cabin. I admit, it takes a lot to leave me speechless - and speechless I was. What the fuck was that!? Has he ever heard of being slick, cause apparently not. He didn’t even bother to help me with the three guitars I was in the middle of moving. “Thanks for your help, asshole.” I yelled in his direction, my attitude coming right-the-fuck-out now thanks to my sheer annoyance. I could hear him laughing again, a sound I wished I could play over and over. “Anytime Darlin’.” He said, waving his hand in the air - his back still facing me as he continued to walk away.  

What. The. Fuck. Why is he being… nice to me if that’s what that was…. and why was he (dare I say it) flirting???

As I entered our cabin with the first load of whatever was outside that my arms could carry, I immediately gasped. Josh said they had a few cabins. I was expecting a wooden box  with a kitchen and bathroom. This was not that. In any sort of capacity. A Kardashian version of a cabin, if you will. I guess I should have gathered it was going to be a lot nicer than what I was expecting simply from looking at its exterior once we pulled into the driveway, but in all honesty - as soon as I saw him, every rational thought I’d had just… vacated from my brain. 

The cabin was completely open concept, with 30 foot ceilings if I had to guess. There was a large, live edge wood staircase to my left, which led up to the loft area, exposed from the living room. Wherever floor to ceiling windows could fit, they were present, making the dark wood aesthetic look even more open and airy, thanks to all of the natural light. Persian rugs, sectional couches, and detailed art lined the living room. The whole thing was very vogue, but still held a lived in, cozy and familiar element to it. I looked at Josh, practically having to pick my jaw up off the floor. “Josh, you said cabin. Not Kardashian retreat lodge.” You said, Josh laughing at your star-struck reaction. “I guess I may have undermined its visual qualities in the slightest, but it is still a cabin after all” he replied, knocking the 30 foot tall wooden pillar in the middle of the room. “See! Cabin.” He finished. Ha ha Josh, very funny. 

We had spent the next hour or so unloading all of the gear and setting it up in the living room. The place was so fuckin massive, that even with our full set up in a corner - it didn’t even a third of the room. Josh, sam and Danny had helped us set up (offering their conversation more so) but Jake, again, was no where to be seen. Once we finished setting up the gear, we all picked our rooms. Perfectly enough - there were 4 rooms. Mine and Mara’s were on the upper floor, where as Dallas and Grayson’s were on the main floor. Obviously, I claimed the master bedroom as soon as I could.

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‘Knock Knock' I heard on the frame of my door, Josh standing there with his arms crossed. “Are you getting settled in okay lass?” Josh asked me. Gosh, could a human being ever be more sweet. “I just finished unpacking everything. God, this place is incredible Josh. Your mother is a saint for letting us all stay here, she must make some pretty good dough by renting it out.” I laugh. So does he. “Yeah, it definitely helps. And she pretty much has this place on retainer for us when we need to write, honestly your doing us a favour by filling it. Whenever we come, this house just stays empty.” He smiles his famous Josh smile. I walk over to him and give him a big hug. “Thank you. I needed this.” I said, quietly as I hugged him. He embraced me back.”I know Lass. I know. How have you been doing. Really.” He asked as he closed the door, us now walking to my bed. “Im okay, a little indifferent if i’m being honest. Some good days, some bad days.” I said, fidgeting with my fingers. “Are you still getting the nightmares?” He asked, his body language reeking of emotion and care. “Nope. Those have seemed to go away. I still don’t sleep the best, but at least I don’t have to deal with that anymore.” I lied. The nightmares were still very much present, I just didn’t want Josh worrying about me. He has already done so much for me over the years I’ve known him, especially after the accident. I don’t want him to worry an ounce more than I know he already does for me. “Well that’s good. I just want you to be okay one day. However long that takes, I will make sure you get there.” He smiled, pulling me into another hug. Touch was his love language, it was how he showed people he cared for that they could trust him. I was more than happy to accept Josh’s hugs, at any given moment. “Well, to celebrate our first day - our brothers are making a bond fire. Were all gonna sit around, drink, play some tunes. Have a chill night, I know you’re probably tired from driving all day.” He said, as he let me go. “Make sure there’s no gasoline lying around. Or fireworks.” I responded, Josh laughing as he knew exactly what I was getting at. “Oh yes my love, I have baby proofed the entire property for those two morons. There shouldn’t be anything lying around that will get them into too much trouble.” We both laughed heavily at this. Josh got up to let me finish up. “Be in the back in twenty.” He said, as he left my room. 

I didn’t realize how late is was getting when I had walked outside. The sky was dark, stars littering every inch of my view. It wasn’t black out yet, and I could still see the line of the trees, how the river in the distance peaked through cushions of valleys and forest. I stood there, arms crossed and looking out into the vast and stunningly gorgeous sight in front of me. I wrapped the oversized cardigan I was wearing around myself a little tighter, the cool breeze making me momentarily shiver. I walked over to the fire, finding both bands now well acquainted. Josh was talking to Grayson about how enamoured he was with the tone of his voice, those two in deep conversation. Mara, Dallas, Sam and Danny were all standing around the fire, wondering how they can make it bigger. Oh gosh, don’t encourage them Mara. Mara loved hanging out with the boys, they always got along great and clearly that hadn’t seemed to change with the new additions she had just met. They started talking about what things they could put into the fire. I need a drink before they burn this entire place to the ground. “Josh, where’s the drinks?” I said in his direction, momentarily snapping him out of his conversation with Gray. “Inside Lass, kitchen.” He said, promptly starting where he left off with Gray. I walked through the sliding glass doors, through the living room and into the kitchen. Their cabin was basically the same as ours, some small architectural differences peaking through in various places. I spotted the assortment of alcohols on the kitchen table. Grabbing a glass out of the cabinet, my eyes scoured across the options in front of me. Ultimately, I ended up going with whiskey. The best of the alcohols in my opinion. I poured myself a shot, and let the warm liquid cascade down my throat. The burn felt nice. 

“Save some for me.” Jake said as I was pouring myself another. He was leaning against the door frame behind me, his arms crossed and a glass of whiskey adorning his hand. The spawn of Satan is really spawning wherever he damn pleases. I turned around, leaning against the countertop. “Don’t worry Jacob, I brought more than enough whiskey. Better whiskey at that.” I said, eyeing my glass. “This is cheap shit. Which means I can afford to drink more of it.” He said matter of factly, a smirk resting on his lips. Maybe it’s the whiskey talking, but GOD did he ever look sexy in this dimly lit kitchen, shadows sitting over his perfectly chiseled face. There was something so intoxicating about him. Something so electric. “I suppose you’re right about that, Jacob.” Was all you could come up with in your brain. He walked into the kitchen, and sat on one of the barstools on the side of the island. He leaned into the countertop, his forearms resting there while he nursed his drink. “Tell me Alaska, why do you call me Jacob when you know people call me Jake.” He asked, looking into my eyes. What was this man doing? “Because I don’t know a Jake. Hell, I didn’t even know Jacob until earlier today when he finally opened his mouth after 6 years. You’ve never spoken to me once in all of our lives and you expect me to address you by your nickname?” He laughed at that, all while seemingly emptying whatever was left in his glass into his mouth. “You’re different than how I remember you, Lassie.” He said that last word with a tone I couldn’t put my finger on. He was now getting out of his seat. He walked slowly, and stood directly in front of me. So close in fact, I could feel his breath on my face. A million different thoughts ran through my head as I stood there unresponsive. He looked into my eyes, his eyes trailing down to my lips. My eyes, consequentially followed suit. He reached behind me, grabbing the bottle of whiskey (which was in arms reach where he was sitting before by the way…) and proceeded to pour himself another glass - never breaking eye contact. “And you’re different than I remember. More talkative, why is that huh? I’m assuming it’s just the whiskey talking, and that you’ll go back to hating me tomorrow.” I said looking up into those gorgeous big brown eyes - that were still only inches away from mine. “Ive never hated you Alaska.” He said, tilting one of his eyebrows up slightly. “Could have fooled me.” I said back. Essentially, we were having an intimidation contest - amidst the most intense starring competition I have ever experienced.

“Well you’ve always been all about Josh, what was I suppose to do.” He said, his tone changing from that of lust to that of frustration. “Josh is my best friend Jake. That’s all there is to it.” I said, a small smirk now resting on his face from my use of his nickname. Jake leaned over so his lips were practically grazing my ear. “Theres no way he hasn’t fucked you. I remember those few months, where he used to go over to your house instead of you coming to ours. It doesn’t take a fuckin’ genius to figure out what was going on.” He said, slowly. So slowly in fact, my blood had time to literally boil.  What once was a fun flirtatious game that gave my stomach butterflies, was now an insult that made it churn. Jake (as far as I'm concerned) doesn’t know about the accident. He doesn’t know that Josh was there to help me, and nothing more. I was never going to tell him, but fuck. All it would take is one conversation with Josh and some decent listening skills to see that there is nothing going on between us, nor has their ever been. “Wow Jake. You’re really living up to your ‘Stupid Twin’ stereotype.”. Yes, low blow I know, but there was nothing else for me to day in that moment. I was livid, and now so was Jake. “What the fuck’d you just say to me?” He said, him still holding his previous position - inches away from my face.

“You heard me. You’re an absolute moron if you think anything ever happened between me and Josh. You have no fucking clue what you’re talking about.” I spat back, emotion falling off my face with that last sentence. “Enlighten me then. Tell me what that was all about and i'll get off your ass.” He said, now taking a step back, crossing his arms, and waiting for me to give him a response. Why did he care? Why does he even remember that? And what the fuck was I supposed to say. Tell him about the accident? Absolutely not. “He was just helping me with something. We were hanging out at my house. Why is it that big if a fuckin’ deal and more importantly - why the fuck do you care?” I replied after a brief moment of hesitation. “I just want you to admit to fucking my brother, Lassie.” He said back, clearly satisfied at the corner he thinks he’s put me in. But fuck that. He wants it to be like this - good. I am done playing nice, I don’t need his opinion, his commentary, or his company. “You know what Jake, if you wanna believe I fucked your brother - that’s on you cause clearly that’s the only answer you’ll be satisfied with. And for your information - only my friends call me Lassie. Therefore the term does not apply to you and It’s Alaska.” I spat back. He could tell I was mad, I could read his face processing my words as they came out of my mouth, the wheels turning in his brain. “Right, only your friends that fuck you can call you Lassie. My bad.” He said. The utter audacity of this man. Who the fuck did he think he was, my father? In that moment, I wanted to run my arm across the counter and smash every bottle it held. In moments like these, where I get so mad the anger has to come out somewhere, I usually end up doing some serious damage. I have trashed living rooms, cars, any given place really - out of sheer anger that my body physically cannot contain. Anger issues would be putting it lightly. However, this is not my house so smashing a large amount of alcohol wouldn’t be okay. After staring at him for a moment unsure of what to do, I grabbed the whiskey bottle from his hand and poured myself a drink. A large drink. I brought the glass to my lips, downing the entire 2-3 shots worth of whiskey, Jakes face looking slightly surprised. I placed the bottle on the counter, and held my glass up to his face. He just stood there. I then dropped the glass. It shattered into a million little pieces, making him jump a little upon impact. I could see the sheer surprise on his face, followed by anger. I gave him a smile and said “Have fun cleaning that up and thinking about me fucking your brother since that’s all you can seem to think about.” My flat tone exaggerated, and my face visibly upset. I turned and walked away. “Fucking bitch.” He said. “Anytime, Darlin.” I replied looking back at him, a smile finally returning to my face. 

After that whole, encounter, with Jake I really didn’t feel like socializing. My battery was absolutely drained. I walked outside, and told Josh I was going to bed. He could see on my face that I was upset. “What happened Lass? Did Jake say something?” He asked concerned. Oh boy, did Jake ever ‘say something’ but I didn’t want to start anything between the twins so I decided to keep my mouth shut. “No, I’m just really tired. Im gonna head to bed. Love you.” I replied, and walked away before Josh could barricade me with more questions. By the look on his face he definitely wasn’t satisfied with that answer, but hell - if Jake wants to explain why I got so angry in the first place - its his own grave he’d be digging. 

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As I walked inside our cabin, I went straight for my purse that was on the counter and grabbed the container of joints I brought, taking one out of the small, white plastic tube. I grabbed a lighter, and headed for the front porch. I was still livid - my blood pumping overtime to match the speed of my brain. I closed the front door, lit the joint, and proceeded to take a long and hard hit, the weed going down the back of my throat with a burn. I didn’t even hear the door open, but all of a sudden Mara was sitting beside me. “You’re smoking without me? Not cool babe.” She said, as she took the lit joint from my fingers and took a hit. “Is this because of that argument with Jake?” She asked, motioning to the joint she was now handing back to me. I just stayed silent for a minute. “No one else heard - Josh was still consumed by Gray’s vocal techniques and well… Sam and Dallas are Sam and Dallas so their never paying attention. I heard it tho.” She said, looking up to the sky, in her best efforts to not pressure the conversation. God I have the best friends, how are they all so incredibly intuitive? I brought the joint to my lips, taking another hit before I passed it off to Mara again. “He accused me of sleeping with Josh.” Mara suddenly took her gaze off of the sky, now directed at me with big wide eyes. “No he did not. Is he stupid? You and Josh are best friends - and best friends only. Everyone knows that.” She said. I let out a small snark, expressing my distain for the whole situation. “Not only does Jake think that, he is utterly convinced.” I replied. She looked back up to the sky full of stars while handing me back the joint. “I mean, it makes sense.” She said. Now that, caught me off guard. “Why, pre-tell? It actually makes absolutely no sense.” I said, as more of a statement. “Lass, it was pretty damn obvious that when our van pulled up - he was only interested in the arrival of one person. You. I mean come on, the man was undressing you with his eyes. Not to mention, he called you ‘darling'." She said matter-of-factly. “How do you hear absolutely everything at all times.” I asked, turning to her in question. She just laughed that classic, nonchalant, Mara laugh I loved so much. “I just pay attention. I mean I knew this was going to be interesting, the whole thing between you and Jake.” She said, taking a hit of the joint. “There is no thing with me and Jake.” I replied, taking the joint out of her hand - which was not sadly almost finished. “Um yes the fuck there is. You two haven’t spoken, like ever, and you’ve just been dancing around the idea of each other. I saw the way he looked at you, and the way you looked back at him. The amount of sexual tension there is-“ I stopped her before she could finish that sentence. “Oh my fucking god Mara STOPIT!” I said in retaliation. “You may not believe me now, but just you wait girl.” She said. “Are you gonna be okay tonight Lass? The boys found a couple old wooden chairs were gonna burn.” She finished. I laughed. “I’ll be fine. Can you burn Jake while you’re at it please?” I added. She was now laughing. “Oh honey, that would be no fun! Then I wouldn’t get to see where this hatred for each other gets you two.” She replied, blowing me a kiss with her hand and walking inside before I could rebut her comment. I sat out there for another 10 minutes, looking up at the stars and waiting for the blissful herbs that had graced my throat to do their job. I used to smoke weed for fun with my old friends before the accident. Now I smoke as a necessity. It’s the only way I can sleep through the night without waking up screaming, and being addicted to anything is better than reliving something every day that makes you want to die. 

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[Jake’s POV]

She had used my own fuckin’ words against me. ‘Anytime Darlin’ was my line. A good one at that. And not only did she steal my line, she’s been here all of a few hours and was already smashing shit. God, she was the woman version of me. I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. I grabbed a dustpan from the cupboard and quickly cleaned up the glass. I had contemplated just leaving it, but knowing how everyone was drinking - I didn’t want to risk someone coming into the kitchen and unknowingly slicing their foot open. Wouldn’t be a great start to our ‘already super promising’ month of writing. As I was cleaning up the glass, my mind kept going back to mine and Alaska’s argument. When I asked her why Josh had been at her house every day, she couldn’t answer. Meaning, her and Josh most likely had fucked - who knows maybe they were still fucking. And right-on-cue, the man of the hour walked right through the door. 

“What did you say to her Jake.” Josh said, b-lining from the living room straight for me. I continued to clean up the glass, ignoring him in the process. “What the fuck happened. — Did you smash another glass?” He said, his voice now angry. “No Josh, your stupid girlfriend did.” I said, standing up and looking him right in the eyes. Josh signed and rolled his eyes in annoyance. “Jake. I don’t know how many times I have to spell it out for you. SHES. NOT. MY. FUCKING. GIRLFRIEND.” He answered, more so yelled than answered. “Then why couldn’t she fucking answer me when I asked her why you were at her house every day all those years ago.” I could see the wheel spinning in Josh’s mind. His expression suddenly went blank, as if he’d seen a ghost. “Jake you seriously need to drop this. Alaska’s not some thing you can play with like you do with hundreds of other girls. DO NOT go prodding around in her head, or in her life. Please just leave her alone.” Josh said, the end of his sentence sounding like more of a plea rather than a threat. So she can’t answer me, and Josh isn't going to elaborate either. Either they definitely fucked, or there’s something else that me and no one else knows about. But what? What was everyone dancing around, this thing no one has been able to tell me? 

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When I saw her this morning, I was speechless. She had always been the most beautiful girl, but GOD, somehow she got even more beautiful if that were even possible. I hadn’t planned on talking to her. I thought, she would come with her band and things would be as they always have been. Silent. No communication, no relationship what-so-ever. But as soon as she pulled up and got out of the car, I just had to see her up close. I literally could. not. resist. And she SMOKES??? It’s rare in this day and age to find a girl who smokes. Not that I was particularly looking for that, but smoking - as odd as it is, has always been a huge turn on for me. Seeing someone pull something that can literally kill you right to their lips, as if they’re kissing death. The smell, the look, the smoke cascading through the air, the whole concept made me weak in the knees.  I must have sounded like an absolute idiot this morning when I went and talked to her for the first time. But every part of it was worth it. Her, bent over the van as if she was just waiting for me to rip off her pants and have my way with her. God if I could, believe me I fucking would. Her being here is going to make this next month extremely difficult. Every time I look at her, i’m at a loss for words. Which is why her not being able to answer my question about Josh made me more upset than id like to admit. I know Alaska and Josh both deny any claims of ever having been together, but how in the world can he only be her best friend? Anyone in his position would be waiting for the opportunity to claim her as their own. I don’t know what I was expecting out of that argument - more of a concrete answer as to whether they had been together or not I guess, something I did not find. And a part of me, the biggest part, wanted to be reassured nothing had ever come from them. It’s not like I would ever be able to be with her, but somehow, I was still protective. I hated the idea of her being with anyone else, especially my brother. Her inability to answer a simple fucking question, as far as i’m concerned, told me everything I needed to know. God, she was so beautiful yet so infuriating at the same time. I wanted to scream at her for what she did, smashing that glass like that, then pin her against the table and fuck the shit out of her. 

After pouring myself another glass and drinking the whole thing in one go, I decided my night was as close to over as it could be. I heard rumblings of the massive bond fire outside, Sam and Dallas yelling, and the natural noises of the dormant forest we were engulfed in. This month was going to be hell on earth. I want her so bad, but there is too much baggage that comes with this whole situation for that to ever happen. As I undressed myself down to my boxers, there was one thing I couldn’t get out of my head. Why couldn’t she answer me? Either she slept with Josh and their trying to cover it up, or it was something else. 

Chapter 2 coming soon...

[midnightshindig]

Mark Grayson X Cosplayer!Reader

okay I have like five requests (don’t worry I’m working on them I promise they’ll get done) and literally nobody asked for this but I need some variety so fuck if we get Mark fic

Tw!!! Suggestive content below!!

Spoilers below the cut!

You and Mark have been dating since middle school, well- “dating”

He was your date to the eighth grade spring formal

Goofy ass blue button up and a messy tie because he insisted on doing it himself, even though his dad always has the crispest tie at formal events.

its whatever, you’re not salty

Fast forward 5 years and you’re both nineteen, Marks halfway through saving the universe at large and you are- an average person

wlah woah woah! Would an average person have two million followers on instagram?

what do you mean internet popularity doesn’t make you unique in the grand scheme of things- Why am I even writing thi

So you’re a famous cosplayer, getting into it as a freshman due to Marks influence

You cosplay as his favorite characters and he flies you to Paris, is the current deal you have in

What you didn’t know was any other superheroes secret identity

so you were surprised when your Atom Eve cosplay met intense discomfort

”What you don’t like it? I thought it made my thighs look good-“

Mark, with a throw pillow in his lap and a lump in his throat

”Uh yeah, no- you look great but isn’t that disrespectful to the um-“ he looks away before looking back “real Eve?”

You have a VERY productive conversation about parasocial relationships

you’re at basically every con in the world, to the point people are wondering if you’re either super rich or secretly a superhero yourself

they don’t know that your boyfriend can FLY

that scene in season three where Rick and William make Mark fly their broken car

that’s you like all the time

except your cute and he’s dating you so he doesn’t mind as much.

One year you convince him to do a couples costume and go at Nightwing and Starfire

Mark Grayson does NUMBERS in a Nightwing costume let’s be so fr

That cosplay Halloween party is cut short by you decking a girl who tries to come onto him

He loves when you stand up for him

This guy loves himself a protective partner what can he say?

Before season one, Marks parents ADORE you, his Mom is basically a mom to you

shoutout Debbie fr

Nolan is the one who teaches you all the neat tricks to cleaning your costumes, although you didn’t know how he knew these tricks until Mark got his powers and you found out he was Omni man

you just thought Mr and Mrs Grayson were into some freak shit

which tbf they probably still are….

Ew don’t think about it too much

Debbie is the one who takes photos of EVERYTHING, and loves to get photos of you and Mark at conventions and school dances and ugh she’s just such a MOM (I love you Debbie)

AFTER season one, your house has been wrecked by the fight and your parents suggest you stay with Debbie while they sort things out.

and so when season two and three come around you’re basically a built in babysitter for Oliver

making and dressing him up in the cutest little costumes

you're almost hurt when he comes home from Art’s with a “real costume”

but he promises to wear the ones you make him for Halloween, duh

so it’s a win win

mark is like so deeply impressed with you

wdym you can turn into an anime character with a contour palette and a brush

he understands the whole “people will see what you show them” thing, he’s a fucking superhero

but he’s still in awe

Lowkey thinks you look super cute when you dress up as him, it’s partially vanity and partially because damn you look good in that suit

He’s railed you in his own suit before

[bi-bard]

Imagine How Brave I'd Be, If I Knew I'd Be Safe - Dick Grayson Imagine [HBO's Titans]

Title: Imagine How Brave I'd Be, If I Knew I'd Be Safe

Pairing: Dick Grayson X Reader

Based On: Pacific Blues

Word Count: 1,242 words

Warning(s): mention of death/abandonment issues

Summary: Dick's life has been marked by loss. (Y/n) understands that. Still, they want to try to be with him, no matter the risks.

Author's Note: I love him so much.

Part One of "May" [Release Date: 5/14/2023]

Part Three of "May" [Release Date: 5/18/2023]

YEARBOOK - SLEEPING AT LAST WRITING CHALLENGE MASTERLIST

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Working with Dick and Bruce was both one of the best and the most infuriating things that I had ever done.

One of the most infuriating because Dick and Bruce were both just as stubborn as each other. Plans would be argued about. Bruce was used to Dick being a kid going along with whatever he said. But Dick could now argue with him.

I couldn't count the number of times that I had to sit there, ready to go, while the pair argued about what the right thing to do was.

That arrangement of ours was one of the best things to ever happen to me because- despite his stubbornness- Dick was easily my best friend.

Something had clicked between us. I had never experienced anything like it before.

Maybe it had always been something more than a friendship. Maybe it had never been as simple as I wanted it to be.

Being able to accept that may have made me less hesitant to admit that I had fallen for him.

I guess that it didn't truly matter when I finally accepted that I had feelings for him. I was half of the equation. Dick was the other half, and that half was much harder to solve.

I never thought that I'd be able to admit to him how I felt.

I never truly planned on it either.

We were on a roof doing surveillance. An all-too-familiar setting for us to find ourselves in. It was a slow night. Boring. Our target had shown up, but nothing happened. He merely sat around. He didn't speak, look at his phone... nothing.

I thought Bruce was going to make us sit out there all night.

"I think it's time that we call it a night," he finally relented. "Either he has nothing planned or he does but he knows that we're watching. Pack it in."

"Got it," I replied before standing up and stepping away from the edge. I saw Dick hesitating to get up. "Need help up, Little Bird? Are your knees already that bad?"

He scoffed and looked at me over his shoulder. "Shut up."

I grinned and looked away for a moment. Dick stood up and walked over to me.

"You heading straight home," he asked. "It's pretty late. You could come by the manor... get some dinner."

I shook my head. "Um, probably not tonight."

In all honesty, I had spent all night in close proximity to him and I was starting to go mad. I thought that I had better control over my emotions than that, but sitting with him so close made me feel like I was suffocating. It was embarrassing.

"Alright," he replied. "Get home safe. Text me."

"I will," I promised.

I started walking away before he did. I stopped at the edge of the roof. I stopped and turned around.

"You okay," he asked.

I nodded. "Um, yeah... I just..."

I trailed off for a moment.

I took a deep breath before walking back over to him. I don't know what was going through my mind at the time. It felt like my body was going far faster than my mind.

I leaned in and pressed my lips to his. It was short and quick. Awkward. It felt like my first kiss in high school. I pulled back as quickly as I had leaned in.

"I'm sorry," I muttered.

Dick paused for a moment before speaking, "It's alright."

I just nodded.

"I... um... I'll... bye-"

"Dick, wait," I said as he turned around and ran off.

I closed my eyes, feeling the embarrassment crawl through my veins. I was sick to my stomach. My head was replaying the moment over and over again, looking for the moment whenI could have stopped all of this from ever happening.

I went home with that sinking feeling in my stomach. Lonely and angry and sad and just... terrible.

I tried to call Dick when I got home.

He didn't answer.

I texted him an apology and a promise to just forget about the moment completely.

I didn't get a response until the next morning. And it wasn't a text or a call. No. It was Dick showing up at my door.

"Hi," he said as I opened the door.

"Hi," I muttered.

He had my address because Bruce insisted on having it. It was meant to be a safety thing. They both knew my address, my number, and my true identity.

"May I...?" he nodded behind me.

I stepped to the side, motioning for him to step inside. I crossed my arms over my chest.

"I... I owe you an explanation for what happened last night."

"Dick, we don't have to talk about it-"

"Yes, we do," he stopped me. I bit at the inside of my lip, realizing that I couldn't get away from all of this.

"Fine. Explain."

"Bruce adopted me after my parents died," he explained after a moment. "And then, it just felt like I kept losing people. They'd leave or get hurt or... die. I just... I thought that if we were together, you would be more likely to end up hurt. I thought that I was protecting you."

We sat with the confession for a minute.

We had never discussed our pasts. It was a topic that didn't come up in our lives and neither one of us asked the other out of respect. Now that it was out there, it was impossible to avoid. I felt guilty for ever being angry with him. I knew that it was wrong of him to lie to me, but when it was something like this... I felt like I had no right to demand that from him.

"Dick...," I stepped forward. "Do you want to be with me?"

"I do, but-"

"Without thinking of the risks," I stopped him. "In a perfect world where we did not meet the way that we did. No Robin, no Batman... none of it. Without thinking of any of it. Do you want to be with me?"

"Yes."

"That should be all that matters," I said. "Because I can protect myself, Dick. And whether or not we're together, I'm going to be in danger. I just need you to trust that I'm not going to walk away because of it."

He grinned at me.

I was about to continue my rant to him, but he stopped me, leaning forward to kiss me. It was just as rushed as our first kiss. However, this kiss didn't immediately stop. Instead, we both seemed to fall into a much softer rhythm.

It was perfect. Every moment of it.

I leaned back first. My eyes remained shut as our foreheads touched.

When I finally opened them, I found Dick already looking at me. I smiled at him. He pecked my lips again. I chuckled.

"I'm guessing that I don't need to apologize this time," I muttered.

"No, I don't think so," Dick replied. "If anything, I should be apologizing to you after running away earlier."

I hummed. "Well, I know how you could make that up to me."

"Is that right," he asked.

I nodded, my smile only growing.

"Well, I would be happy to hear your idea..."

"Would you really?"

"I really would."

"Good," I leaned in and kissed him again.

And for just a little while, it truly felt like the risks never existed in the first place.

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everything i post will have adequate warnings and tags applied, but for the safety of everyone here i ask that you please make sure to read this post carefully before sending in a request. requests are currently : 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 !!

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i write fluff, angst, smut, headcanons ❪ max five characters ❫, drabbles, alternate universes, and short stories ❪ 5k+ words ❫.

i post some taboo content that anyone under the age of eighteen is not allowed to like, reblog, or interact with. those types of posts will have a "minors do not interact" on it.

i also write stuff that may include age gaps, poly/threesome+, dubcon, incest, toy play, light bdsm, breath play, praise and light degradation, supernatural ❪ i.e. omegaverse, werewolf, vampire, etc. may include knotting in certain cases ❫, choking, stepcest, mommy/daddy kink ❪ to an extent ❫, and dacryphilia.

i will not write about cheating ❪ on the reader's behalf ❫, manipulation, abuse, etc. however, i will write about the reader being cheated on ❪ although not explicitly; mostly just mentioned in passing ❫.

i write strictly male!character x fem! or gn!reader !! i do not write character x character pairings.

i highly suggest reading the warnings on every story that i create in case anything included is possibly triggering for you as a reader. do not proceed to read any story of mine before you have safely comprehended what you are about to read.

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HARRY POTTER UNIVERSE . . . harry james potter, ronald weasley, neville longbottom, draco malfoy, blaise zabini, theodore nott, dean thomas, fred weasley, george weasley, bill weasley, cedric diggory, oliver wood, james potter, sirius black, remus lupin, sebastian sallow and ominis gaunt.

THE BAD BATCH . . . all of the bad batch members ❪ excluding omega ❫.

DC UNIVERSE . . . bruce wayne ❪ gotham version, battinson version, and comics version ❫, jason todd ❪ red hood, titans, and arkham knight version ❫, dick grayson ❪ nightwing, young justice, and titans version ❫, tim drake ❪ young justice and comics version ❫, damian wayne ❪ comics version ❫, wally west ❪ young justice version ❫, garfield logan ❪ titans version ❫, conner kent ❪ titans and young justice version ❫, and jaime reyes ❪ young justice version ❫.

GOD OF WAR . . . kratos, heimdall, brok, sindri, thor, freyr, mimir ❪ before  beheading ❫ and baldur.

ASSASSIN'S CREED: VALHALLA . . . male!eivor varinsdottir, sigurd styrbjornson, vili hemmingson, hrolfr/rollo, ubba ragnarsson, hytham, basim ibn ishaq, otta sluggason, aelfred the great, and leofrith.

MARVEL UNIVERSE . . . bucky barnes ❪ the winter soldier ❫, stephen strange ❪ doctor strange ❫, peter parker ❪ andrew garfield and tom holland’s versions ❫, and pietro maximoff ❪ quicksilver ❫.

HAIKYUU . . . all of karasuno, all of nekoma, all of aoba johsai, all of date tech, all of shiratorizawa, and all of inarizaki. other characters include takeru nakashima from wakutani south, yuudai hyakuzawa from kakugawa high, suguru daishou, kouji hiroo and isumi sakishima from nohebi academy, and sakusa kiyoomi and motoya komori from itachiyama institute.

BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA . . . all of class 1-A and all of the league of villains. other characters include mirio togata and tamaki amajiki from the big three, tetsutetsu tetsutetsu, sen kaibara, and neito monoma from class 1-B, hitoshi shinsou from the department of general education, yo shindo from ketsubutsu academy, inasa yoarashi from shiketsu high, and pro heroes shouta aizawa ❪ eraserhead ❫, keigo takami ❪ hawks ❫, taishiro toyomitsu ❪ fatgum ❫, toshinori yagi ❪ all might ❫, enji todoroki ❪ endeavor ❫, tensei iida ❪ original ingenium ❫, and mirai sasaki ❪ sir nighteye ❫.

JUJUTSU KAISEN . . . inumaki toge, gojou satoru, chousou, ryoumen sukuna, kento nanami, junpei yoshino, aoi todo, itadori yuuji, and megumi fushiguro.

BUNGOU STRAY DOGS . . . all of the armed detective agency and all of the port mafia. other characters include edgar allan poe and mark twain from the guild, and fyodor dostoevsky from the decay of angels.

DEMON SLAYER . . . tanjiro kamado, zenitsu agatsuma, inosuke hashibira, and giyuu tomioka. other characters include kyoujurou rengoku from the hashira group, genya shinazugawa also from the demon slayer corp, and yushiro the demon.

KUROKO NO BASKET. . . all of seirin high school. all of the generation of miracles, yukio kasamatsu from kaijou high school, takao kazunari from shuutoku high school, tatsuya himuro from yousen high school, and reo mibuchi and kotarou hayama from rakuzan high school.

ATTACK ON TITAN . . . all of the scout regiment. other characters include marco bodt, moblit berner, and reiner braun and bertholdt hoover from the marleyan warriors.

TOKYO REVENGERS . . . manjiro sano ( mikey ), takashi mitsuya, shinichiro sano, naoto tachibana, ken ryuguji ❪ draken ❫, atsushi sendo, chifuyu matsuno, baji kaisuke, kazutora hanemiya, ran haitani, rindou haitani, nahoya kawata ❪ smiley ❫, hajime kokonoi, wakasa imaushi, and souya kawata ❪ angry ❫.

OBEY ME . . . lucifer, mammon, leviathan, beelzebub, belphegor, simeon and diavolo.

VOLTRON: LEGENDARY DEFENDERS . . . keith kogane, lance mcclain, and lotor.

MYSTIC MESSENGER . . . hyun ryu ❪ zen ❫, yoosung kim, jumin han, saeyoung choi ❪ seven/707 ❫, jihyun kim ❪ v ❫, and saeran choi ❪ ray/unknown ❫.

OTHERS . . . leon kennedy + chris redfield + carlos oliveira + ethan winters ❪ resident evil ❫,  joel miller + tommy miller ❪ the last of us - video game version only ❫, steve harrington + eddie munson ❪ stranger things ❫, rick grimes + daryl dixon ❪ the walking dead ❫.

[kewpiemeayo]

Can I request a mark fic where the reader is super short (like 4’9-5’2) and she has jump up to kiss him and he puts thing on the top shelf so she has to ask him for help

Don't usually name my requests anymore but "House Rules" sounds cute.

CW: Mention of an anime, gender-neutral? Not edited!

Mark could be a little bit of a tease when he wanted to be. It was a true sign of his comfort growing with you as time went on. Ever since the two of you had moved out together, renting a small apartment a few train stops away from the city, there had been a lot of domestic moments you were able to share together.

There was something comforting about finding a daily routine with someone you love that just falls into place in the process of living together—especially if it's your first time moving away from home. Not everyone had the same routine and not everyone could meet eye to eye with the person they cohabited with but with Mark, it wasn't too hard to find your shared rhythm.

Due to the nature of Mark's work, he had a tendency to wake up early so he could get himself ready for the day and to have his morning training before everything got busy or calls started to call in. You, on the other hand, happened to have a more civilian lifestyle with a regular day job. The two of you had agreed that a morning routine together would be harder to maintain especially with how your shifts weren't always scheduled to be the same throughout an entire week. Instead, you established an evening routine together, which made it all the better for the both of you.

The first rule of this evening routine; kisses first before anything else. An exception is if someone had to rush to the bathroom because Mark someone has a surprisingly small bladder. The first person home would be established to be the chef for the night, and the majority of the time that was you. On the days where Mark was fiddling in the kitchen with his apron on and a plethora of dirty bowls and tools scattered on the counter, you would run up, lips puckered only to be playfully rejected when Mark would lean away from you.

"You stink, phew," Mark quipped, fanning the air in front of him.

Pausing with your arms crossed, you gave your boyfriend the stink eye as you tried to subtly sniff around you, "I ran two blocks in a full suit to get here in time for dinner, but I don't even smell!"

Mark burst into laughter as he watched you twist about, "I was kidding babe, here."

Your boyfriend stood proud, head turned to you while he remained busy stirring sauce contents in the pan. As you attempted to go in for another kiss, mark remained unmoving, refusing to bend down to meet you halfway as he usually did due to your partial height difference.

With an agitated scowl, you tugged the man down by the chest pocket of his apron, planting a firm kiss on his lips with a little more vigour than he had anticipated. Freeing up his arm, he wrapped it around your torso to pull you inclose before you could escape to give you one more proper welcome back kiss to make up for his playful teasing.

"Alright go wash up, dinner's almost ready," Mark grinned, patting your backside as he gently nudged you out of his messy workspace. "LOVE YOU!"

Rolling your eyes, you headed off to your shared bedroom with a sigh, "Yeah, yeah, love you too."

The second rule of your routine was to make sure mundane things around the apartment were accessible to you. Your height put you at the disadvantage of being able to reach everyday items on your own if Mark placed them too high—something he was very guilty of especially when the two of you first moved in. He was used to putting the cereal box on the shelf that was eye-level to him, which in turn, was not eye-level for you.

After scolding him one too many times, Mark finally turned over the habit of his to adjust to your needs. However, from time to time, he would find something to "misplace" just so he could get a kick out of you asking him for him.

Once you caught on to his new form of teasing you, as the independent adult you were, you started to climb the counters and other relatively safe but unsafe surfaces to get what you needed without asking for some aid. It was... your little version of a protest so as not to satisfy him by relying on him for the stupid jar of pasta sauce, or your hairbrush or even that favourite mug of yours.

"Babe, please don't stand on the toilet lid like that," Mark drawled out with an exasperated sigh as he watched you lunge with one foot on the edge of the counter and the other on the closed toilet seat. "You know our toilet lid isn't solid, what if it breaks and you fall in?"

"Then you're paying for the replacement and you can cater to my every need while I'm in a cast and recovering from the trauma of ice cold toilet water," you chided nonchalantly as you definantly leveraged yourself so you could retrieve the mouthwash that Mark had hidden not in medicine cabinet but on top of.

Just as you were about to mentally pat yourself on the shoulder for your just indepenence, you pushed off the counter with your bottle of mouthwash in your clutch, but the sudden shift in weight to your foot on the toilet lid caused the plastic lid to shift with a hollow sounding crack.

Your boyfriend was on you in an instant, hands firm on your hips with wide eyes as he lifted you above the lid in case it were to crack beneath you, "See! This isn't safe!"

"I wouldn't be in these unsafe situations if you just stopped putting things out of reach of my short arms so I could live like a normal person!"

Mark, still holding you, gasped at your rhetoric, "You could just ask me to help you."

"You could just put things where you find them," you snarked back, angrily taking a swig from the mouthwash bottle. As you swished the blue liquid around, Mark started to laugh at the sight. Your eyes slit in suspicion as you quietly watched your boyfriend tremble with laughter. He shifted his stance so he could hover you over the sink as you discarded the mouth wash. "Could you put me down, I'm not Simba from the Lion King."

As he placed you back on your feet, Mark slung his arms over your shoulder, chin resting on your head as his mind started to wander.

Eye narrowed at your boyfriend through the mirror once more as he mumbled to himself, "What are you scheming this time?"

Your boyfriend snapped his attention from the sink to meet your eyes in the reflection, "You are tiny though... we should dress up as guy and the palm-top tiger from that one anime for Halloween!"

Profusely shaking your head, you rejected the idea, "We will do no such thing that reinforces the idea of my height compared you."

Mark whined in defeat as you nudged him, eyes watching his hand as he absentmindedly goes to move the mouthwash back to the wrong shelf, "MARKUS SEBASTIAN GRAYSON!"

"I'M SORRY IT'S MUSCLE MEMORY!"

I didn't reference Toradora. Or did I? >> Masterlist

[cemeteryspider]

Imagine Dating Mark Grayson With Dazzler's Powers Pt. 2

Invincible! Mark Grayson x Dazzler! Reader

Summary: Mark helps you through a panic attack.

Trigger Warnings: Anxiety and Panic Attacks

Word Count: 670

The narrow corridor backstage buzzed with activity, a symphony of hurried footsteps, clattering equipment, and muffled conversations. Fluorescent lights flickered overhead, casting long shadows that danced across the scuffed floor. Equipment cases lined the walls and people rushed past you holding instruments, amplifiers, mics, and everything anyone might possibly need to get onstage. 

As the opening act's drumbeat reverberated backstage, your chest tightened with each thump, and your breaths came in short, rapid bursts. The air was thick with the mingled scents of sweat, adrenaline, and the faint aroma of stage makeup.

You would be going onstage in less than half an hour after a six month hiatus thanks to the Guardians of the Globe needing some extra help after an attack on a few members.

Despite your onstage personality being quite out there and extroverted, you often felt a twinge of fear before going on. Tonight this was amplified because of the rust that accumulated on your voice the past few months.

For the past week, you pushed yourself hard to memorize the songs on your setlist and relearn the electric guitar solos that you could play in your sleep not so long ago.

However, the months of superhero work drained your energy, and you remembered why you put yourself at the end of Cecil's call list.

Every day you were at the tower, you would flop into bed at the end of the day and not wake up until after noon the next day. You rarely were able to practice, and if you did you were often interrupted by some horrible accident that needed your attention.

Your breathing started to become quicker and more shallow. You slid down the wall backstage, put your head into your hands, and tried to focus on taking a breath. The music coming from the stage blurred into static as you continued to sink further into a panic. A knot formed in your stomach, tightening with each passing second. Despite your attempts to steady your breathing, panic threatened to overwhelm you, its icy grip tightening with every heartbeat.

Then two hands rested themselves on your knees, and someone started talking to you. You couldn't focus on every word they were saying.

His voice cut through the static of your racing thoughts, a steady anchor in the storm. 'Just breathe,' Mark's words were a lifeline, guiding you through the darkness with their quiet strength.

You removed your hands from your face and looked at Mark. His hands were rubbing circles into your knees, speaking softly (as softly as he could with you still hearing him over the loud music onstage), and a worried look strewn over his face.

"Keep breathing out, it'll pass sooner if you do that" He moved his hands to your own, and circled his thumbs over your knuckles.

"Mark... thanks," Once you managed those two words you launched yourself into Mark's arms.

"Hey, it's okay, you're okay. I'll always be here for you," Sparkly tears dripped onto his shoulder, and after a long moment, you pushed yourself away to look him in the eyes.

"Sorry I ruined your shirt," You laughed through the tears and Mark laughed with you.

"You didn't ruin anything, I think you made it better," This made you chuckle and Mark moved to help you up.

~~~

He held your hand while your makeup artist touched up your teary eyes. The crowd murmured beyond the stage curtains, an excited chatter building. 

You got into place while your introduction began and the crowd boomed above you.

"You're going to do great! Break a leg, Shimmer," He placed a kiss on your lips and took a step back.

"See you soon, Invincible," With that you flew up through a hole in the stage, and far above the crowd to start your set. 

With a steadying breath, you stepped into the spotlight, the roar of the crowd washing over you like a tidal wave. Beside you, Mark's words echoed in your mind, a reminder of the strength that lay within.

[im-in-vin-ci-ble]

hey bestie if you could be so kind could I possibly get some more Zasha (Speedster!OC) x Mark? Maybe a cute flying date but Zasha is lowkey afraid of heights and just clings to her boyfriend until she’s back on the ground, not that Mark minds lmao (Also random thought: what if Zasha is taller than Mark and he’s sorta into it tho 👀)

A/N: omg I'm so glad y'all like Z 😭 didn't think I'd get another request for this so enjoy!!

Pairing: Mark Grayson x Fem!OC

Rating: M

Warnings: swearing

The moment Zasha looked down from the rooftop of the 50-storey building, her heart dropped to the pit of her stomach. It felt like her vision was doubling and that she was running out of breath — like she was just beaten up by a monstrous being.

"I don't think I can do this, Mark," she stepped back from the ledge hugging her chest.

"Come on babe," he replied, putting his mask back on, "you know I won't drop you."

"I know that."

"So why don't you trust me?" he asked.

She shook her head, "It's not a matter of trust."

With a worried look on his face, Mark walked over to Zasha and held her hands tightly. He looked up at her eyes that were just an inch above his, then kissed his girlfriend's softly.

"I'm scared, okay? Actually, wait, no, I'm fucking terrified of heights," she said, her voice filled with legitimate fear. "I can run faster than any human in the world — I'm good on my feet. Up in the air, though? Hell no."

He chuckled at her worries and kissed both her hands again, "I will never, ever put you in any danger. Ever. You know that."

"I know," Zasha sighed, "but what if a freak accident happens and you drop me mid-air?"

"Then I'll catch you. Z, you know that I'll always catch you."

She closed her eyes again and took a deep breath before nodding. Mark shot her a childish smile and jumped and down in joy, elated that she finally agreed. He lifted her up bridal style and Zasha immediately clung to him, silently filling her brain with wishes that she doesn't die.

"Lift-off in 3..."

"Oh, shit."

"2..."

"You got this, Zasha."

"1..."

"Oh my god."

"Let's go!"

Zasha's eyes automatically shut as she shrieked. After a few seconds, she was greeted with the sight of Mark's feet and her body get further and further away from the rooftop, her grip around his neck got tighter the higher they flew.

"Babe, keep your eyes up," he said as they rushed through cloud formations.

She followed suit and opted to set her eyes up at Mark instead, who looked like he was having the time of his life as he enjoyed the wind on his face and the feeling of being, well, Invincible. He looked back down at her and came to a stop, keeping the smile on his face the whole time.

"Are you ready to look down?" Mark asked excitedly.

Zasha swallowed the lump on her throat and nodded, slowly changing her gaze from his boyish face to the stunning city below her. She could buildings of different hues for miles, the crazy paths the honking cars take, and the sun bidding goodbye just over the horizon.

"This is..." she trailed off. "I... I can't believe you see this everyday."

"Beautiful, right?" he replied, admiring the view with her. "See, babe? Nothing to be scared about."

She laughed at the thought of how ridiculously nervous she was just minutes prior as she soaked it all in. They floated there for a few minutes in silence, watching as the sun fully set in the west. Zasha rested her head on Mark's toned chest, observing how the city sporadically lit up as the darkness hovered.

"You wanna try sitting up?" Mark asked with a smirk.

"Hell no," she quickly replied. Remembering that she was still thousands of feet above the ground, her grip around him tightened again. "I'm good here."

"It was worth a try," he chuckled. "You want me to fly you home?"

"Yes but only if you don't try anything funny."

"I promise I won't!" he responded, laughing at the sudden seriousness in her tone.

Slowly but firmly, they began moving forward and made their way to Zasha's house. She kept her eyes on Mark the entire journey home, refusing the temptation to look down.

In just a few short minutes, his feet landed on her grassy backyard.

"Okay, we're home," he informed her.

With her arms still around him, she slowly looked down to assure herself that they were no longer flying. A sigh of relief escaped her lips and Mark set her down gently, but her weakened legs caved in, causing her to almost fall to the ground.

"Shit, Z, are you okay?" he asked worriedly as he held her up.

"Totally," she lied, "just a little... fragile from the flying."

Mark let out a soft laugh and propped her up, wrapping his arms around her waist just in case her legs felt weak again.

"Did you have fun?"

"That experience was... different," she replied, placing her arms around his neck.

Mark laughed once again and pulled off his mask. "Didn't I say I'll always catch you?" he said smugly.

"I didn't say you wouldn't!" Zasha replied defensively.

"Okay," he cleared his throat, "then tomorrow, we'll fly at superspeed. Sound good?"

"Not a chance, Grayson."