#they stand out too much. on the rest of this gray-ass guy. they're too Noticeable

[front-facing-pokemon]

[rightnowyoucanttell]

Malibu, Next To You

Title: Malibu, Next To You 

Summary: Is it supposed to this hot all summer long? Or is it just him? A very fluffy date with some minor molehills between Veronica and Grayson on a Malibu beach. Just because the sun is down, the night is still young, and so are they. But which way does it go...

Warnings: Fluff, implied smut (I don’t write smut, sorry guys), talks of anxiety 

A/N: When this idea came to mind, i say that because i have a roughly planned full series timeline in my head it started with just the first part as a blurb but then I was like hey let's make a series, it was originally to be a reader insert (Y/N, Y/L/N, ect.) but i always have problems doing that as they feel too weird to write so I came up with Veronica and added it to the plot/timeline whatever you'd call it. so you can do that or appreciate it for the beauty it is with Veronica and Grayson. 

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Part one 

Series Masterlist

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“You know..” Ronnie drifted as she walked kicking the sand beneath her feet forward in a rhythmic pattern,” I’ve never enjoyed going to the beach..” Veronica glanced up from the sand and over to Grayson who gazed down to the ground before making eye contact.

The smell of saltwater brushed their noses, seagulls cawed in the distance as the water crashed closer and closer and then pulled itself back out. The pair, Ronnie and Gray watched the sunset as they walked barefoot as the tide came in and set back out, like both of their hearts, coming to a calm stop and then flooding back in a rampage of fluttering butterflies, beating in there chest.

He explained the currents and she just gawked in a secretive manner, so he didn’t notice, the dumbfounded look his body gave her. 

    “Really? You don’t say, I mean I figured that much, for someone who has a fear of seagulls and drowning…” he pondered the thought as his feet stopped the wallow in the incoming tide that was just far enough from Ronnie who was in the dry portion of sand.

She giggled shaking her head continuing down the shore all while facing Grayson,”..are you saying you’re not enjoying yourself?” he shouted over the crashing waves that he ran from to catch up to her. 

“You remembered…,” Ronnie’s heart fluttered. Grayson knew about her anxiety.  Ronnie explained to Grayson that night in Starbucks, her fears, in return for him doing the same.  There was a semi prolix list. Seagulls, birds, circus clowns, large crowds, heights, and significantly Drowning.

She shook herself from the bliss and continued, “but, no. No no, no.. of course not. You brought me here!” she exclaimed twirling with open arms, the wind catching her grey wool shawl that covered her white strapless sundress with bright red roses.

Her damp dark brown hair caught in the breeze flew gently, her eyelids covered her vibrant green eyes. Grayson’s eyes followed Veronica in awe as she twirled in the sand and breeze all the way as she ran back to him and nearly ran into him. 

   The two laughed and turned around to walk back to the there picnic blanket, both inaudible deciding it was time to eat,” Your something else, you know that?” he offered up to the conversation. His hand brushed against gently against Ronnie’s. 

   Ronnie just smiled letting silence sit between then,”..Something good I hope…” the entirety of the walk back to the picnic blanket and the food was silence, blissful and incentive for Grayson, but nervous and nerve wracking for Veronica. She hastily wondered if she had said the wrong thing, or turned him off or away and that’s why he hadn’t said anything, but she tried telling herself it was just the anxiety and the nerves this Italian boy from New Jersey stirred up. 

  Veronica Chandler likely always would be anxiety-ridden. After all, Fears my life, Ronnie had the words tattooed on and wrapping around her wrist. The black ink still had water droplets from when she had been swimming and wading in the water with Grayson. Veronica left the fishing on her stepfather’s, Darren,  boat to him and her older brother Noah, even all the while, an excelling science student, she never got how they were floating.  

    However, if tonight, if Grayson asked her, Ronnie probably would step foot on a boat.  She never willing went to the beach, even though living in Miami with private beach access growing up at her home, and certainly did not stand by the ocean. But on this evening, Grayson brought her there, and she was happy that he did.

So here they were. 

  The sunset warmed Veronica the pinks and blues entangling themselves, like the hopes of how Veronica undeniably wanted to be entangled with Grayson later that night. Something in Grayson hoped it too.

On a picnic blankets, following a stroll along with the tide on the now rather deserted from the public eye, on a beach in Malibu. Munching on what Ronnie’s mom would call “Rabbit Food”. 

  “This is one of the best wraps I’ve ever tasted,” Ronnie added as she quietly finished chewing her toes in the sand below and surrounding the blanket. 

"Its from.." Grayson paused to chew," this stand in downtown LA, Marty's I think, they're delicious." They made eye contact, Ronnie smiled with her eyes, covering her mouth as she was chewing.

"We should go together sometime,"Ronnie offered nervously.

 "Defiently...,"Grayson brushed his hands above the wrap on a clear piece of plastic wrap beefy ass salad chickpea wrap sat on, in between final swallows of his bites of food he started, "so... care to explain why you ignored me for a week, 'ronica?"

   That's when the evening went south.

What Grayson didn't know, that the week Veronica avoided him..one week desperate Gray was left with no sign she was alive, no text, calls, and no DM’S except the confirmation seen from the first night. 

 That week the week she ignored him, the week he was referring too, Veronica,  was in Miami visiting her mother. Veronica had deep-rooted feelings for Grayson.. but, again, like a record used, the last had left a few scratches, and overtime... they scarred.

But it was nothing, Gianna, Mama Chandler couldn't fix...

   Ronnie sighed heavily,"Why does everyone I love settle for someone so low of them?" She pondered the thought in silence as she finished her rant of the night she met Grayson.

 “..well, he sounds like a keeper..and handsome....,” her mother drifted. Ronnie wasn’t paying attention fondling with the small strands that belonged to the blue and white polka-dotted beach towel her mother and herself were tanning on. Within seconds her attention was grabbed by an incoming frisbee, that landed...perfectly in one of the white polka dots. Ronnies eyes widened when she caught its sight, she gazed curiously and then picked it up examine it, before tossing it to the wind aimlessly,”-Veronica! You could have hit someone!” Gianna gently smacked the four-arm of her daughter’s right hand with the back of her hand. 

    “Mom!? What the fuck? Did you not see that it landed in the circle, that’s not a coincidence...that’s a fucking conspiracy. Like how a cartoon predicted 9/11 and then moon landing was faked...," Ronnie slumped back so her back rested against the beach chair set up behind her. 

"It was an accidental coincidence..dear," her mother licked the tip of her finger pulling the pages apart. Her sun hat covers her sunglasses covered eyes, and held her brown hair in place around her shoulders, she was paler than Ronnie, she and noah got there skin from her absentee father, he was the Brazilian in her jeans.

"Yeah well, accidents don't just happen, accidentally, mother," Veronica huffed and crossed her arms leaning back farther and closing her eyes, enjoying momental peace before the woman started up again.

"When you head back to Los Angeles, you better text that boy, I'll be damned if you pass up a chance with someone like that. He's a good one that Grayson, I can tell. You cant let your life wither away to nothing and give up on love because of one bad drinker and a beater bad apple.. theres good people out there.. you just gotta look in front of you."

The memory on the beach faded, she hadn't realized she had been gazing into Grayson's hazel eyes the entire time the flashback played out in her head like a scene from a movie,"do you, uh. Really want to know? Is it fundamentally necessary.." she drifted off leaving a tenacious gap of silence. Just the wind and the waves to be heard.

Grayson scoffed a chuckle,"..well, no, but, I'd like to know."

Ronnie thought for a few moments, if she didnt tell him, he'd be suspicious, if she told him he might doubt the feelings she had if they were legitament,"I was in Miami. With my mom, i needed advice. A break. I was worried you were..a player. And now I know, I know that your not. Your kind, cute, hot, sexyyy, and-"Veronica's ramble was cut off by Graysons hands wrapping and cupping her head into his hands and pressing his lips to hers.

Internal fire works went off, if it were a movie they would be exploding over the water between there heads just visable to camera shot. Both hearts beat against there respective rib cages, not knowingly they both had been wating for this moment the entirety of the night.

Ronnie's hand came to touch Grays chest shortly before she came up to breath in the salty air,"that.." she panted,"was hot. But, I dont know.. if this'll work. I'm lonely and broken.. and can barely take care of myself, just, Grayson-"

"I like that your broken, and lonely" he grasped her face one hand still behind her head his thumb caressing her cheek,"not like in a kinky sort of way," they both laughed for a few seconds, Ronnie looked down. He placed his pointer fingern underneath her chin, tilting it up,"I could be lonely with you.."

"My place or yours?" She smirked. Hoping that night of entanglement would happen after all.

"Mine, definetly mine." He breathed there chins pressed together.

Ronnie had never run faster than she didn that night, all the way back to the porsche.

[sparkstime]

Fanfic prompt: dick as a kid learning that alfred is a total BAMF. maybe protecting the cave/manor from invaders or maybe they're out in the city?👌

Following the Butterfly - Batfam fanfic

Words: idk somewhere close to 1000 ish

Warnings- does get slightly risky with a pedophile but nothing graphic.

Note- I'm sorry there's no read more I'm on mobile and tried to figure it out but failed and it's 2 am so I guess you're stuck with this long ass post. I apologize for any inconvenience.

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    Gotham’s weather was sunny for what felt like the first time in years. Dick Grayson was, as any nine year old would be, exceptionally overjoyed by this fact. It had been raining most of the week, and if it wasn’t raining, the sky had been covered in a thick layer of gray clouds. Today, however, the sun shone brightly, and there was save but a few puffy white clouds dotting the otherwise clear sky.

    The only thing that could have made today better would have been if Bruce were able to be off of work today, but alas, there was a very important meeting to be attended. Lucious had made it very clear that Bruce could not miss it. That didn’t make Dick feel much better about the whole ordeal. 

    “Alfred?” Dick finally asks, after almost an hour of staring out the window longingly. “Do you think we could go to the city today?”

    Alfred looks over, raising an eyebrow as he dusts the mantlepiece. “I don’t suppose I can think of any reason we couldn’t,” He hums. “Any particular reason?”

    “Well,” Dick clears his throat, standing up. “I just thought, maybe we could… go somewhere? I’m bored, and Bruce is at his meeting.”

    Alfred thinks for a moment, giving a slow nod. “How about the park then, hm? Let me finish dusting first.”

    Dick rolls his eyes, but he nods anyways. If there was a spec of dust on that mantlepiece, he would give every last one of his stuffed animals away. He heads up the stairs, figuring he’d better get his shoes and jacket while he waited.

    Half an hour later, and Dick is sitting in the middle seat of the limo, looking out through the tinted windows at the buildings that they pass. Alfred parks the car by the park, and Dick slides out, looking around. There were a few other kids around, spread across the playground. Dick turns to Alfred, who gives a nod.

    Dick takes off onto the playground, not hesitating in the slightest. He goes down the slide a few times, does a few flips on the monkey bars, and even manages to make friends with a slightly younger boy named John. John has to leave not much longer though, and Dick is faced with the sad reality that he will probably never see his newfound friend again. He doesn’t mourn the loss for long though, getting distracted by a white butterfly.

    Dick follows the butterfly all the way across the park, and promptly across the street. He keeps following the small butterfly until it disappears over the top of a building. Dick sighs in disappointment, turning around to go back to the park once again.

    The only issue was that Dick could no longer see the park.

    “Uh oh…” Dick frowns. That wasn’t a good sign. He takes a step back, biting his lip as he tries to remember which way he’d come, but he wasn’t having much luck. 

    Dick is hit with the startling realization that he was alone on the streets of Gotham. Alfred was nowhere to be seen. Being out here felt much different when he wasn’t Robin, even if it was a bright sunny day. 

    Dick keeps walking, holding his breath as he does. Someone he recognizes is bound to show up eventually… right? That idea only seems to last for a good ten minutes before he realizes that it’s useless. He keeps walking anyway. Maybe he could find a phone somewhere? He had a few dollars in his pocket. He could go in and exchange one for a few quarters and make a call. If he could ever find a phone, that is.

    Too focused on trying to find a phone, Dick doesn’t notice two men standing at the edge of an alley until one of them grabs him by the shoulder and shoves him into the alley. Wide eyed, Dick’s gaze snaps between the two of them, and three more men slink in from the shadows. 

    “Well well, if it ain’t the Wayne charity case,” One of them leans forward, and Dick recoils at the strong scent of whiskey coming off his breath. 

    “How much do you think he’s worth?” Another tosses a switchblade between their hands, and Dick takes a step back. He could fight back, maybe, but he didn’t have his suit, for starters, and he was still somewhat shocked by the confrontation in the first place. 

    “Oh, billions, I’m sure,” The first guy hums, setting a hand on Dick’s shoulder. Dick stiffens, but he finds he can’t move. He wanted to. He wanted to run, or to punch them, or do something, but he couldn’t seem to be able to force himself to do it. He just stands there.

    “This circus brat?” A different guy huffs. “I bet the old man won’t even hardly look for him.”

    The first guy gives a chuckle, leaning forward again, his face just a little too close for Dick’s comfort. “Maybe he won’t. Either way, couldn’t hurt to have a little fun, could it?” 

    Dick sucks in a sharp breath, backing away, only to bump right into another one of the other guys. He freezes, staring at the first guy with his eyes taking up the majority of his face. He wanted to say something, do something, anything. He couldn’t figure out how. He swallows as the guy behind him puts his hands on his shoulders to keep him in place. 

    The first guy steps just a little closer with a sloppy grin, putting his hand on Dick’s chin and lifting his face forward. He leans closer, closer, closer… and past Dick’s face. In fact, he entirely slumps down onto the ground. Dick blinks, looking over to see Alfred with a sharp frown as he quickly and efficiently takes out the rest of the group.

    With the swiftness and grace that could only come with Alfred Pennyworth, there are five bodies on the ground surrounding Dick. After a moment of processing, Dick suddenly leaps at Alfred, burying his face in the man’s three piece suit as he clings onto the man like a lifeline. He doesn’t say anything, still in a bit of shock, but he lets out a quiet sob when he feels Alfred’s arms wrap around him.

    “Master Dick, are you alright?” Alfred asks quietly, softly. Dick lets out a shaky breath, but he nods. That had been terrifying, but he was alright. He would be fine. Probably.

    After a few minutes, Dick lets go. “Can we… Can we go home?” He asks, voice quivering. 

    “Of course,” Alfred nods, putting a hand behind Dick’s back as they walk out of the alley. “And Master Dick? I am quite proud of you.”

    Dick pauses. “You are? But I- But I didn’t do anything.”

    “I am. Although, perhaps next time we go to the park, it would be wise to not run away.”

    Dick nods, agreeing whole heartedly. “I didn’t mean to… I was just following the butterfly.”

    “I understand,” Alfred gives him a reassuring smile. “And we know not to follow butterflies now, don’t we?”

    Dick nods, and the two of them continue on towards the car.