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wicca-wicca-whack · 5 months

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Gordon Malloy x Reader

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“You two haven't even talked since your first month here!”

This was an argument you and Talla have had nearly daily for the past month.

“We've messaged,” you remind her. “We're both Union members on fleet ships, we don't have time to call.”

“When's the last time he sent you something first?”

“Not this again, come on.” You sigh, looking away from your science console. “I don't keep track of who messages who first.”

“Well, you showed me last time we were all over at yours drinking wine,” she informs, looking a little smug. “He hasn't even initiated a conversation with you for nearly a year!”

You consider, briefly, smacking your head against the nearest wall. Of course wine-drunk you had shown her, probably wanting to prove a point you'd completely failed to prove.

“Relationships aren't about who sends who a message first.”

“But they are about communication and showing you care for each other.”

“We communicate.”

“No, you communicate. He can't even bother to ask you about your day.”

You sigh, returning your gaze to your console. “Shouldn't you be on the bridge right now?”

No sooner than you say that does Captain Mercer call her over the comms, and she gives you her version of a pout as she assures him she's on her way, moving quickly from the science lab.

The issue is that she isn't technically wrong- you and your boyfriend had been drifting significantly since you moved postings from the small science vessel to the Orville. When he found out you took the posting, he'd gone so far as to accuse you of acting like you were too good for the ship you'd met on. That wasn't it at all. The Achilles had been a great ship- great crew, interesting missions… but you wanted adventure as well, and the Achilles was only equipped for short expeditions. When you'd heard the Orville was working on putting its own anthropology team together, you'd put in an application immediately. You were a small team, and, to your shock, they'd placed you at its head. According to Commander Grayson, not many Union anthropologists with more than a couple of years of experience were willing to transfer to a new team. It ended up being not only good for you, but a good career opportunity, a chance to prove you could lead. Kevin didn't see it that way. Kevin acted like you were some sort of traitor, or like you were only thinking of yourself. Even just thinking about it really downed your mood, so you didn't, returning your attention to your work.

It's a few hours later, in the mess, that Talla and Commander Grayson sit down with you, and the Commander gives you a kind of amused look.

“Talla was just telling me your boyfriend sucks.”

You can't help the exasperated sigh that escapes you. “Commander-”

“Please, we're not working, and we're gossiping? Kelly is fine.” She waves a hand at you, sipping on her drink.

You hesitate, but nod. “Okay, Kelly. Talla is totally blowing things out of proportion.”

“I mean, does he text you first? Like ever?” She leans back in her chair.

“He doesn’t have to, I’m more than willing to-”

“You guys talking about the shitty boyfriend?” Lieutenant Malloy takes a seat beside you, and you could scream. Absolutely the worst person who could decide to plop down into this conversation.

“You know about the boyfriend?” Kelly looks shocked, and you stab at your food.

“Know about him? Dude, we’ve met. The guy is a piece of work.”

“Guy is still my boyfriend, dickwad.”

He snorts, loud, unbothered by your barb, which irritates you more as the Captain and Chief LaMarr take a seat at your table. “Kevin D’Acunto is a major asshole. He’s known for being a piece of work and a total chick-hater.”

“He’s not a chick-hater, he’s-”

“Your boyfriend, yeah, I know.” He rolls his eyes, hard, and you scoff as Kelly looks between the two of you.

“Point of contention?”

“If you’re asking me if Malloy consistently badmouths my boyfriend, then yes.” Your fork goes down, no longer very hungry. “Excuse me.”

You take your food to the synthesizer to recycle it, moving from the mess as quickly as you can. You figure, screw it, fine. You’ll prove them wrong. Kev cares, and you’ll prove it, stop messaging him first, let him prove that he’s just as crazy about you as you are about him.

You wait patiently, making yourself a snack at home, watching vintage movies on your viewscreen… getting ready for bed. You can’t help but feel like, well, obviously he must just be busy. The Achilles was a busy ship. Things happen, you can’t count all the late nights you’d spent at the lab. You give him a pass, expecting to wake up to a message in the morning.

Except there is no message in the morning. Your mood is soured from the jump, tugging on your uniform, grabbing a to-go coffee, and making your way to the lab as fast as you can.

There’s no message when you get home that night either, or by the time you go to bed.

The cycle continues for a month before Gordon confronts you.

“You’ve been such a bitch lately, what’s going on?”

You can't help the scoff that comes from you. “Fuck off, Malloy.”

Talla takes up on your left side, pulling you from Malloy and down another hall. “You are kind of… irritated lately,” she tries to be more polite about it.

You sigh, loud, running your hand through your hair. “I haven’t heard from Kev in, like, a month.”

Her steps falter. “What?”

“I stopped messaging him first, to… prove a point to you guys, saying he’s a dick and doesn’t care about me.” You pause in front of your quarters. “Apparently he is a dick who doesn’t care about me.”

She scoffs, punching in a code to open your door and pushing you inside, moving for your synthesizer. “Lieutenant Keyali to Commander Grayson.”

Your protests go unheard. “Grayson. What’s up?”

“We’re having a pity party with our favorite female science officer. You coming?”

“On my way as we speak. Grayson out.”

“It’s not a pity party,” you try, watching the Xelayan woman synthesize what must be a gallon of red wine.

“Okay, a breakup party.”

“We didn’t break up.”

“Oh, please. You don't speak even a little in like a month, you’re broken up. Either way, it’s a reason to drink!” She holds up three wine glasses as your door dings, and she lets in the Commander.

“What’s the reason for the pity party?”

“Well, the Lieutenant wanted to prove us wrong, that her boyfriend is super caring and great,” she sees your frown, “which is totally valid! But she hasn’t heard from the little scumbag in a whole month.”

She gives you a shocked look, and you shrink as she moves to join you on the couch, pouring big glasses of wine for the three of you. “He’s not worth a pity party, you should celebrate. Sounds like a total jackass.”

You sigh, taking a long sip. “He didn’t even want me to take this posting. He’s probably trying to give me the silent treatment.”

“For a month? Come on, if he cared he’d miss you too much to let it go on for so long.”

You sigh, watching Talla get music on that she likes, something slower, like old R&B, and you roll your eyes. “You guys are so annoying.”

“We’re your friends right now, excuse you.” She points a finger at you, settling into your chair. “And it’s only half for your ridiculously plush furniture.”

“Yeah, seriously, what is going on with this?” Kelly pats the arm of your couch. “Soft as hell.”

“I like nice things,” you defend, waving them off. “I like soft furniture.”

Talla takes a long drink before she speaks, grinning at you. “What about soft guys?”

“What are you getting at?”

“I’m just saying… you’re single now. Maybe time to start looking.”

“I think Malloy’s got a thing for you,” Kelly offers, giggling a little.

“A thing for pushing my buttons, maybe.” You swear your eyes roll into the back of your head.

“Maybe that’s his turn-on,” she teases, and you scoff, loud.

“Well it's not mine, so he’s going about it all wrong.”

She cackles, loudly, and you relax a little more. “Well, Gordon really isn’t the go-to guy on how to get women to like you, you know?”

Talla smothers her own laugh. “No, he so is not.”

“We don’t talk like that, so I wouldn’t have any idea about any of that.”

“He’s sweet!”

“To who? Not me!”

“You know, he hasn’t had a girlfriend in a long time, he’s re-learning how to talk to women.”

The night continues on, more or less like this. You, rebuffing every attempt at they toss to shine some kind of positive, sweet light on Gordon.

But in the morning, you can’t help thinking about him like some kind of cute, ginger puppy dog, and you curse everything around you that two women could change your opinion so fast.

Things kind of… shift from there. You don't mean for them to. But when Gordon makes little barbs- at least the ones not about Kevin- you're not as rude. You find yourself dressing a little more… revealing when you know he's going to be somewhere you're going to be after work. But you didn't go out of your way to be somewhere just because he would be.

Sure, Gordon was attractive. That was never something you doubted. From the moment you got on board, you found him cute. But he was a dick, and you were in a relationship. But now it's been four months since you last heard from Kev, and looking back, you can't believe you dragged the relationship out for so long. It was kind of ridiculous, really. The news broke out last month about your lack of contact, and Gordon had been significantly sweeter since- probably trying not to rub salt in the wound, Kelly had told you. Which was shockingly polite, given that you'd expected him to pester you with ‘I told you so's. Another reason to tally onto your count of reasons Gordon may not be terrible.

You peek around the simulator, sipping on your drink. LaMarr’s birthday party. You, for one, were shocked to get an invite, but it looks like he invited just about anyone he shared more than one positive conversation with, including a Lieutenant you'd often seen both in engineering and subbing for navigation on the bridge, engaging in what could easily be a flirty conversation with the Captain.

“He's, like, totally into her, it's insane.” You almost jump at Gordon's voice at your side, blinking at him.

“You scared me.”

“Dunno how. I didn't walk over here all quiet.” He gestures to his friend and the woman down the way. “Good for him, they're actually talking.”

You snort, peering at his drink when he gets it. “What about you?”

“What about me?”

“What, no plans to flirt with one of the… 20 women LaMarr invited?”

“I don't really flirt,” he tells you, sounding a little bummed. “I'm cool, thanks.” You can see his eyes dart to your chest, but you save him the embarrassment of pointing it out. “Hey, I heard you totally laid a guy out because he grabbed your ass at your last posting, that true?”

You snort, an ugly sound, but Gordon's face lights up. “Ensign Barcus. Yeah, I did. Total prick, did it to women all over the ship.” You look into your empty glass. “I just about broke his nose.”

He chuckles, glancing at you for a moment. “Probably deserved it.”

“Definitely, yeah. I mean, come on, most of the scummy guys I'd met would never even try that outside of a bar.”

He hesitates, and you can see He wants to ask something, so you wait. Patiently. He fiddles with his glass, his hands, the zippers on his jacket, his hair.

“What's up?”

“Huh?”

“You look like you wanna ask me something. Spit it out, dude.”

“...I also heard you used to, uh… dance while you were at Point. For fun. Is that true?”

You flush, embarrassed. “Where'd you hear that from?”

He shrugs, obviously not wanting to give up his source.

“I… did some dancing at a nearby… gentleman's club,” you shrug.

“Is that what we're calling them? Gentleman's clubs?”

You reach to whack his arm, and he laughs, holding his hands up defensively. “Okay, okay!”

He orders you another drink- you think he must have been watching you before, since he doesn't ask what you were drinking, but manages to get you the same thing. You think it's kind of sweet, if not just a little weird. Gordon rides that line between the two a lot, you hear.

You thank him softly, and he smiles, waving it off. “You talk to the birthday boy yet?”

You snort. “Just when I came in. He's a little busy with… every available woman who's interested, I think.”

He snorts. “John is pretty good with women like that, I guess.”

“You guess? Aren't you friends, wouldn't you know?”

“I really try not to hear about it.” He scrunches his face up, and you giggle. “Sometimes he just says too much.”

“Oversharer?”

“Big time, yeah.” He takes a long drink, rolling his eyes.

“I thought all guys like to overshare.”

He just gives you a look. “I thought that was a chick thing, you know, chatting with friends about your boyfriend.”

“Maybe it's a human thing,” you shrug, playing with your hair.

Before he can say much more, Talla is on your side, grabbing another drink and pushing you against Gordon's side, making you squeak as your drink splashes your top. “Talla!”

“What?” Her eyes drop to your wet top. “Oh, shit, I'm sorry.”

You sigh, drinking what's left of your drink. “It's fine. I should probably head out anyway, it's late.” You smell like alcohol, and God knows you're not gonna leave, change, and come back.

“I can walk you,” Gordon offers, knocking his drink back like a true alcoholic.

“You don't have to do that, it's your friends' party.”

“He won't miss me.” He gestures to LaMarr, saddled up on a couch chatting with a couple of women. “Come on.” He nods you towards the door, and you catch a glance of Talla's shit-eating grin, and you know damn well she did it on purpose, so you shoot her a glare as you walk out with the ginger man.

The walk is shockingly quiet. If you didn't know any better, you'd think Gordon was nervous. You keep yourself busy, pulling the neck of your top away from you, annoyed by the sticky, drying alcohol. You can see him looking, more than once, for more than just a couple of seconds, but you don't comment, stopping at your door and raising a brow at him.

“Well I guess I'll see-”

“Why don't you come inside?” You blame the alcohol, or maybe Talla's constant goading ever since she realized you were warming up to the man, for the question, and he looks appropriately shocked.

“Me?”

“I don't see anyone else in this hall,” you offer, exaggeratedly looking left to right.

“Right… uh… yeah,” he shrugs a little, and you reach to snag him by the jacket sleeve and tug him in with you.

He's anxious- of course he is, given he's never been inside your quarters, but you wave him towards your couch before heading into your quarters to wipe down and change, coming back out in something comfy and maybe a little cute.

“That jacket can't be comfortable. It's got, like, eight zippers.”

“...Twelve. Not including the,” he gestures to the actual, functional zipper.

“...What? Twelve?”

“It's got twelve zippers, yeah.” He unzips it, carefully shrugging it off.

“That's a ridiculous amount of zippers.”

“Looks cool though.”

“You look like a final fantasy character or something.”

He snorts, and you move to get yourself and drink and him a beer before plopping beside him, handing it over.

“Thanks,” he mumbles, picking at his jeans as you move to put something on the viewscreen.

“It's no problem.” You shrug, watching him hesitantly drape his arm over the back of the couch behind you.

You hesitate for a few beats before leaning into his side a little more, feeling him tense.

The two of you sit like that for a while- you can barely pay attention to the show you put on, brain focused on the warm body beside you, practically radiating off him. You can see him looking at you repeatedly, eyes coasting over your face and your body. The tension is thick, you feel like you could touch it. You're two attractive people, apparently attracted to each other, alone, sitting close on your couch.

You decide to bulldoze through the tension, pulling up and grabbing his shirt to pull him into you, kissing him a little rougher than you mean to. He stalls, and then one of his hands is on the small of your back as he groans. You tug him closer, nipping at his lip, and he sighs against you, nails digging into your top as he flounders to put his beer down so he can tangle his hand into your hair, your own arms wrapping around his neck as you fall back against the arm of the couch, tugging him with.

He pulls back as your viewscreen begins pinging with a call, and you both start at the name plastered over it.

Kevin D’Acunto.

You have a short internal debate as Gordon slowly parts from you, and you can't quite see his face, but from what Kelly has told you, you can guess that he thinks you’re gonna shoo him away.

You hold him close to you as you answer, unphased by Kev’s shocked face. You can hear Gordon say your name, a little panicked, but you ignore him, just hanging up the call and pulling the ginger man into another kiss, which he returns immediately.

You’ll deal with the backlash in the morning, but right now, you’d rather start a new relationship with someone who gives a damn.

#gordon x reader #gordon malloy x reader #the orville #wiccawrites #kelly grayson #talla keyali

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thoughtfullyrainynightmare · 2 years

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Prompt: How they ask for a kiss

Pairing: Gordon x gn!reader

Fanfic type: Oneshot

Genre: fluff

Length: ~0.5k

The sound of crickets chirping lingered in the air, accompanied by the sound of flowing water. The riverside by which you walked as the evening sun painted the horizon with various shades of purple, as if trying to pull the dark blue blanket that was the night sky over the Earth.

Gordon kept his back straight, walking side by side with you, but there was a sense of … tension. Though you had thought him to have gotten more comfortable around you, just as you had grown more comfortable around him, as of late. This was your fourth date, after all. And you had known for some time already, so… the apprehension, the nervousness, easing up was to be expected. But instead, it… seemed as if today he had grown more nervous.

“It’s… pretty today,” you tried, attempting to direct your own attention to something else.

He stopped.

Even if it was only a couple of steps behind you, he stopped. And you turned around to look at him with a faint frown.

His gaze was down to the ground, and you could have sworn that a barely distinguishable shiver passed him. His body seemed to have grown even more stiff and tense, as if he was preparing to do something, say something. In a way it reminded you about his love confession.

The memory took a hold of you for a brief moment. The image of him, eyes shifting between you and the ground, as he tried to push the words past his lips. All the way until he had gathered enough courage to speak it out, loud and clear, that he loved you, and would love nothing more than to take you out on a date.

There was so much of that in this moment. Him, trying to gather himself.

“I,” he begun, and swallowed, as if still trying to formulate something to say, a way to formulate the words correctly. “Would like to ask for a kiss!” His voice was clear, audible and there was a sense of… not insisting. But determination. Of saying what he meant to ask, without beating around the bush.

There was something so… adorable in his sincerity. He wanted to ask for it, instead of just assuming that you’d want to kiss him in return. But he was also nervous, because this was all very new to him.

And it was to you too, the gravity of these emotions, it was something you hadn’t experienced before. The bubbling sensation that made the corners of your lips tug up as you took the few steps back, to him.

“I’d like to kiss too,” you replied with a voice that shook more than you thought. But it was out of sheer anticipation, because you really did want to kiss him.

His eyes cascaded over you, as his worry melted away, and he took his hat off before leaning closer to you.

That was when you closed your eyes. This, this would be the seal to the perfect evening, perfect date, and… the beginning of something new on your joined journey into the future.

#black clover fanfiction #black clover oneshots #the things you told #gordon x reader #gordon agrippa x reader

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rainnyydaysworld · 2 months

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Tim: Hey, do you know the password to Damian’s computer?

Duke: Fuck you, Tim.

Tim: Hey!!

Duke: No, you misunderstood, the password is "fuckyouTim".

Tim: Oh, no numbers? Not very safe.

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Reader: Get on my level!

Steph: Unfortunately, to "get on your level" I'd need a boat trip to the Mariana Trench and a pair of cinderblock shoes.

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*Dick is fighting a monster*

Barbara : Just stay calm! You already have everything you need to beat it!

Dick: The power to believe in myself!?

Barbara : No, a knife! Stab it!

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Reader: Sorry I'm late, I was doing stuff.

Jason: YOU PUSHED ME DOWN THE FUCKING STAIRS!

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Damian: Tim, this morning, I called you abhorrent and reprehensible, and I’d like to withdraw that statement-

Tim: Aww, thanks-

Damian: But I can't. Those are the 2 words that best describe you.

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Reader: So, Steph is no longer allowed to take the trash out at night.

Cassandra: Why?

Reader: Because I've caught her trying to train raccoons to fight five times in a row.

Steph, arms crossed and pouting: You'll be thanking me when the third raccoon battalion saves your ass.

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swe3tte4rs · 3 months

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" My mom is so beatiful! " - Batfamily x Model!Batmom headcanons

Request: Batmom headcanons where batmom’s a model & the coolest mom ever?

Author's note: Thank you anon 🫶! Here is my second request, so I hope you like it. I didn't know what to put for the title so I settled for this one.

And it will also take me a while to upload the Zatanna x reader oneshot 🤗.

Again I clarify that my main language is not English, so sorry for the spelling errors 😿.

TW: nothing!! Just fluff I think

Nightwing / Dick Grayson

Since he met you, he was fascinated with your beauty and elegance.

He loved when you went to galas and you wrapped him up in your long elegant jacket while you picked him up in your arms and let him fall asleep like that.

Dick didn't miss any of your shows or commercials.

I bet he has your older shows saved on his computer.

A model and cool mother at the same time? Wow, Dick couldn't ask for more.

You are his only support, the only one who was there and loved him no matter what.

Dick will always ask your opinion about what he wears or what haircut he will get.

He goes crazy every time he hears someone say "Your mom is hot."

"It's not my fault that my mom loves me and yours didn't love you, fucking slu-"

I feels like he would play with you by imitating your walk just to annoy you.

Always showing off his mother, yesyesyes.

The YJ and Titans members would be very jealous of him; because you treat him very nicely and send him food, without saying that you drown your son with love.

Jason Todd / Red Hood

When he was Robin he was dwarf and plump. I and other people agree 😇

Jason loves the support you give him and keep giving him.

And he also loves your delicious food, he probably asks you to prepare some for him every time he goes out on patrol.

I just imagined him (when he was Robin) bringing you a bouquet of flowers bigger than him once you finish the show, seeing you with those beautiful and big eyes 😭

I bet he sometimes got scared when he saw your face on a commercial billboard.

And he keeps doing it, only he spits out whatever he's drinking when he sees you in TV. (Without him knowing that you participated as a model in X brand)

He loves and continues to love your attacks of kisses on his face.

Yes, he would also ask you for style advice, but only once a year, he is very proud when it comes to his clothing style.

"YOU SON OF A BITCH!! HOW DARE YOU HAVE A FUCKING POSTER OF MY MOM?!?!"

Damn Jason, your mom is a model, what do you want them to do?

Tim Drake / Red Robin

He has a love-hate relationship with your love attacks.

Tim, like his other siblings, would not miss any of your shows, or the parts in which you appear.

He would help Barbara to make sure no one wants to sabotage you at one of your shows.

If given the choice between your food or the support you give him, Tim would jump off a bridge. (jk)

"Bro, can you shut the fuck up and stop saying how beautiful my mom is? I already know that."

Tim gets embarrassed every time he is with his friends and you call him (by phone XD), because you start reminding him that he is very handsome and he need to eat something. But it irritates him more when his colleagues ask to talk to you.

Damian Wayne / Robin

I think he wouldn't care about your job

He's like, the most attached to you.

After your shows he would be attached to you like a flea.

Also at the galas.

Damian was surprised that you were so kind and loving towards him despite the things he said to you before him had that mother and son connection.

I think we all know that there is some kind of hate between you and Talia, no 🥸?

Oh yes, he wouldn't care about your love attacks, as long as it's not in front of his friends.

"Yes mom, yes I ate the food... Yes, I know you love me. *sighs* I love you too mommy..."

You're like Jon's second mom.

His favorite days are pool or beach days, he likes to enjoy the sea while spending time with his mom.

Cassandra Cain / Orphan

Cass is the vice president of your fan club.

Cass loves you infinitely.

She has an album full of photos of you and her after the shows.

She doesn't like the idea of you parading in swimsuits.

She would always ask you for clothing tips and advice.

Cass likes, loves, and admires having a mother who understands her and can be herself with her.

She wouldn't care if you show her love in public or private. She always gives you more love back!

Skincare routine between you and her.

You always make sure that she is fashionable but also has her own style.

She would have a lot of admiration for you.

I feel like she would hardly take any notice of "your mom is hot" because she thinks they are flattery.

But if they go overboard and insult you, Cass wouldn't hesitate to give them a good beating. Nobody messes with her mommy.

I think she would have you as her wallpaper. A photo of you and her on your birthday or on her birthday.

Stephanie Brown / Spoiler

She is the President of your fan club.

Throughout the parade she is like "how boring, I want to leave" until you finally appear, it doesn't matter if the outfit you wore is ugly, she would applaud you with all her might.

"WHY DID YOU AGREE TO DO A BIKINI COMMERCIAL?!?!"

I feel like she gets angry every time anyone tell her "she's super hot" (you), and Steph is like "the nosebleed I'm going to give you is going to be hot."

Every time she sleeps over at the mansion she joins you and Cass's skincare routines.

She loves you because every time you talk there is some laughter.

Steph appreciates and adores the support you give her as a mother figure.

You rarely have love attacks towards her.

But she adores them.

Every chance she would go shopping with you.

Duke thomas / The Signal

Just let me...

Duke is your photographer.

He had a hard time opening up to you at first, but you were just great and so sweet to him.

He doesn't react like his brothers do when they tell him "your mom is hot", rather he would feel uncomfortable.

Only if they insult you would he get serious.

He likes that you are always there to support him every time he goes out on patrol or comes back from patrol.

You and Duke's connection started when you tried to get him to distract himself from the harsh reality of his biological parents, like going to the park and all that.

He is embarrassed when you have your love attacks towards him. It doesn't matter if you are alone or in public, he will be embarrassed every time you have those love attacks.

I feel that when you go with him to buy clothes, you spend a lot of time because you can't decide what clothes to buy him.

But in the end you end up buying everything for him.

Barbara Gordon / Oracle

Yes, I added Barbara, okay?

In my AU there was no love affair between her and Bruce 😇

The one in charge of making sure everything goes well at the shows.

Sometimes she sees you as her mother, sister and best friend.

Barbara always sends you messages; according to her so as not to lose contact, which is a lie because you know it is purely on a whim.

I don't think you have love attacks with her, just a simple kiss on her cheek or forehead.

Although sometimes she envied the attention you gave to your children.

Barbara would value and care for you deeply.

[You can add more headcanons if you like <3]

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jasmines-library · 24 days

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Hey, I love your Batfam work! Is there any chance you could do a whump/angst one of batsis being kidnapped by a villian(you can choose whoever you want) and she’s tortured for days with it being broadcasted to the Batfam while they try to track the footage. I feel kinda bad but can you do maybe some head trauma md severe burns? Maybe she has to be put in a medically included coma or smth because of the damage? Also is there any way you could include Barb and Duke along w/ the four robins? If not that’s totally cool! Sorry for the long request but I hope you have a great day!!

Anonymous Requested: batfam x batsib reader whos the youngest and newest robin and is just really goofy and doesn’t take anything seriously (ex: them blaring “who’s the (bat)man” on the comms during patrol [that songs stuck in my head i had to mention it]) and something happens, maybe their first close encounter to death or a run in with the joker and they just become a shell of who they were and stuff

Jokes On Me

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Note: My god im so sorry this literally took me forever to write, thank you so much for being patient. I've been trying to write this all week but just couldn't sit down for long enough to finish it.

Warnings: Torture, blood, burns.

Word Count: 2.5k

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“Y/N, turn that shit off.”

Jason grumbled at you over the coms. You had been blasting some wretched song that you’d found on the internet over and over again and it was beginning to drive him mad.

“Nope.” You said, popping the ‘p’ loudly.

“Seriously.” Dick deadpanned. He had found it amusing at first, but it was now beginning to test his patience.

Agitated, you sighed and turned off the music. “Fine.”

“Thank you.” Jason expressed gratefully, turning his eyes back to the road he was patrolling. The night was cool and quiet besides the odd dog walker or couple returning from an evening out. It was one of those nights where patrol would end early and he could return home to take a warm bath and read a book before turning in for the night. Or so he thought.

You were rounding the corner, humming that tune that was still stuck in your head when his laughter ricocheted across the walls. You stiffened, eyes widening and hands fumbling for your weapon as your breath hitched. No amount of turning and craning your head allowed you to catch a glimpse of the dreaded figure, and you thought for a moment that perhaps it had just been a trick of your mind, or one of your brothers playing a cruel joke on you as payback for winding them up earlier. But then you heard it again, only this time to your left. You clutched your weapon tighter, eyes scanning the area with a new found sense of urgency.

“Wing…” You whispered into the coms so quietly that you were surprised he heard it.

“What now?” He somewhat snapped.

“We have a problem.”

Dick’s heart sank through the floor, his ears pricking up and his demeanour changing completely. “Where are you? What’s the matter? He was trying to let his panic show, but you hadn’t been patrolling as a vigilante for very long, and while you were well trained, you lacked the experience to deal with something big on your own. And from your tone of voice, he could tell that you were in some deep shit.

Jason worked his legs harder to push himself to reach the direction he had seen you head off in. Albeit it seemed even his hardest wasn’t enough.

When he stepped out of the darkness, the first thing you noticed were his eyes. Wide and bright, easily mistakable for a cat’s as they flashed in the darkness; wild. Rabid. As he emerged fully with that infamous twisted grin splayed out on his face, you felt like a cornered animal; a deer in headlights. You froze, unable to move despite how your heart screamed at you to run as it pounded, trying to break free from your ribcage.

“He’s here…” A mere whisper sliding over your tongue, so fragile that you weren’t even sure if you had actually said it aloud. Jason had heard it.

“Who?”

The Joker was circling you now, dragging out his strides in lazy circles. You should have fought but in that moment all of your training had drained out of you, along with the colour in your face. He smirked, leering down upon you as you tried to keep your trembling hand still. He pouted in mockery and at your silence, Jason repeated his question to you, but you never got the chance to respond.

“Oh…Just an old friend, Jay-bird.”

“Joker.” Urging his body to move faster, Jason grit his teeth.

Dick paled. “You leave them alone.” Dick spat. It tried to be a command, but the effect was lost somewhere in transmission.

The joker pursed his lips, tilting his head as he analysed. One of his hands had found his way to your jawline and he trailed it with a cold, gloved hand. You wanted to lean away, to run and find your brother but you knew that now he had you in his grasp there was no point in even trying. “And why would I do that? They’re right in front of me. I could just…snatch them up.”

“Don’t you dare!” Dick was frightened now. “Y/N, you stay there as long as you can, okay? You fight. We’re coming, you hear?”

The Joker frowned at you. “D’you hear that? Big brother birdy coming to the rescue. How sweet.”

His grip on you tightened. “Too bad you’ll be long gone by the time they get here.”

With one swift motion, he had thrown you harshly to the side, your head colliding with the wall with a sickening crack.

The two boys skidded to a halt just a second too late. You were already gone.

Your head hurt when you woke up. Your eyes squinted against the sterile light. They did no favours to your pounding headache. With a groan, you tried to twist, to roll over and soothe the crook in your neck but instead all that happened was the jinging of a metal chain. You craned your head and spotted the thick chain that had been wrapped around your wrist, confining you to the chair. Struggling, you tugged on them, trying to free yourself only for them to rattle and scrape against your skin.

“Yeah, that’s not going anywhere, birdy.” The joker chided.

You glared at him through narrowed eyes, trying to mask the thumping of your heart. The joker grinned wildly at your frightened complexion.

“It was such a shame that Grayson and Todd didn’t get to you in time, but it was far too easy to catch you, little bird: you completely froze.” He snapped his fingers to emphasise his point. “Didn’t batsy teach you better?”

“Don’t talk about them.” You snapped.

The joker raised his hands, palms facing toward you in surrender: taunting you as if you were the one with the power in the situation. “Touchy subject I see. Too bad.”

He gestured above you to an incessantly blinking light. “Smile for the camera, you’re live.”

Babs had been monitoring the street cameras when the computer beside her flickered to life. She had been searching for any sign of you ever since Dick and Jason came flying through the grandfather clock. Everyone was on edge.

The moment the screen flashed on, her eyes perked up to watch it, alarmed. She hadn’t turned it on. And there were very few people who could bypass the caves system. So when she saw a small frame curled up in a chair she knew immediately what was up.

“Duke…” she called to the dark haired boy who was trying to help decipher your whereabouts. “Go and get B.”

It did not take long at all for everyone to gather around in the cave. Duke was fast, and everyone dropped what they were doing to race down: even Alfred had taken his leave from his duties to see.

It was almost like some sick irony because as soon as they were all there, you began to scream. A guttering, perfect scream that cut that through them like a knife: unclean and pinging into them messily again and again.

The joker had taken a knife to your left thigh, his smile dripping with malice as he watched the camera, somehow knowing that at least one of them would be watching.

Your face was contorted in pain, twisting in agony as tears rolled flatly down your cheeks from fearful eyes. Damian felt sick, his stomach churning. Jason wanted to leave. But all of them were stuck watching. Barbra was tapping away, trying to locate the signal from the video to no avail.

“I hope you’re watching this Batsy…” He moved round to trail your face with the edge of the knife. You whimpered. “I’ve got your little bird here and I must say, you need to work on their training. They were far too easy to catch.”

Bruce felt his jaw tightening and Tim had to place a hand on his arm to remind him of his place.

“Anyway I thought we would play a little game… how long can little y/n survive for. I wonder if it’ll be any longer than our very own Jason Todd.”

Jason twitched.

“I’m testing you here, Bat. Tick Tock.”

The transmission cut to black.

It seemed hopeless. Even though they had been searching for days, they were no closer to finding you. And to make matters worse, they could see you. Not long after the first transition ended did it start up again. It had been lifestreaming since then, and although they had tried to block it from their minds, it was hard to ignore. Especially when your agonised screams ricocheted throughout the halls.

You looked like hell. Dark bags occluded under your eyes and there wasn’t an inch of your skin that wasn’t marred or stained with drying blood. The burns were worse. Damian could still hear the scream you let out when the joker first brought the hot poker to your skin. It had bubbled and blistered as the skin peeled away; you had thrashed against your restraints violently. Tim was certain that they were going to get infected if they didn’t reach you soon.

It felt as if they had searched everywhere. Dick and Jason had even asked around to see if anyone had heard anything, going as far to talk to the Jokers closest associates in Arkham, but even if they did know, nobody said anything. Duke had even gone as far to go back to the area to use his powers to see if he could trace anything, but nothing seemed out of place; they had hit a brick wall. That was…until a small light appeared on the monitor. Babs had managed to trace the signal to a small building on the outskirts of the city.

They were suited up in minutes, making a beeline for the building. They stormed it, recklessly taking down the Joker's goons before Batman chased wildly after the Joker, his face stony and his fists burning with anger. The other four boys chased down the winding corridors, flinging open the doors until they found one that was locked. Tim wasted no time, picking the lock with ease he peeled it open. His breath hitched when he saw you.

Your face was gaunt, hanging low by your chest. Your suit was torn and there was less of it on your body than there was ripped away. You looked so fragile as your chest heaved sporadically.

Jason nearly had to take a step back. This place reminded himself too much of his own encounter with the Joker not too long ago. But he pressed forward, fighting his instincts. He had to be strong. Instead of turning back, he kneeled in front of you, whispering your name. His hand came up to cup your face. You flinched away.

“It’s okay kid. It’s us.” He tried to reassure you, but you shrank back into yourself.

“We’re so, so sorry kiddo.” Dick tried placing a gentle hand on your arm before moving to work on the cuffs around your wrists. “We’re going to get you out.”

You said nothing, just continued to stare at the black space before you, and Dami wasn’t sure if you even knew they were in front of you. But when Jason moved away from you to help remove your restraints, your fingers latched onto him and you squeaked in protest.

He sighed shakily. “Don’t worry kid. I’m not going anywhere.”

Damian twisted from where he was guarding the door. “We need to leave.”

Dick nodded bluntly, finishing with the last of the locks. “I’m going to have to pick you up, okay sweetheart?”

You barely registered what he had said. Everything had grown numb, you nodded anyhow. Moving his arms underneath your legs and slipping one arm behind your back, Jason began to lift you. He nearly recoiled when you cried and whimpered with the way your wounds jostled as he sprinted out of the building to get you back to safety.

You were yet to say anything since you came home. You had been back a few days and your wounds were healing up nicely thanks to Alfred’s handywork, but the air was eerily silent around you. It wasn’t as if you hadn’t been communicating with them; you spoke to them with gestures or writing but no one was used to not hearing your voice. The stark contrast between your loud and bustling personality and you now was unsettling. No one wanted to push you too far but the manor was beginning to grow lonely.

It was one particularly rainy night when you finally spoke. You were curled up in a large armchair by the window in the library, sinking back into the plush leather as you watched the raindrops race down the glass. Jason had been watching you from afar, contemplating whether to talk to you or not when he walked over.

“What are you up to?” He asked you, making sure you knew that he was there before he spoke.

You gestured toward the window,then to the half opened book at your feet and shrugged.

“I see.” He nodded, taking a seat on the armchair opposite you. A comfortable silence settled between the two of you. Jason wasn’t much of a talker. He knew more than anyone what you were going through, which was why it was nice just to know that he was willing to sit with you, just so you knew that he was there if you needed him. It made you feel safe. But you also couldn’t help but feel guilty, and frustrated with yourself for being in a place that made him feel as though he had to do that.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered.

Jason had to do a second take. His heart swelled. “What for?”

You sighed. “This. When I saw him…i-i froze. If I had run then this would never have happened.”

“Shh. This isn’t your fault.”

“But-”

“I promise, Kid. You’ve done nothing wrong.”

You nodded, looking away from him. But then you furrowed your brows and turned back to him. “How did you do it? How did you deal with this, Jay? Every time I close my eyes he’s there.”

“I guess I don’t, really. Or sometimes it feels like I don’t. I still get scared sometimes. I still see him in my dreams. But over time it gets easier. I had people around me to help me. And so do you, kid. We’re here. We’ll always be here.”

Jason shifted to brush away a rogue tear and you leaned into his touch and then wrapped your arms tightly around his middle.

“I’m here. Always. We’ll get through this together.”

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@aestheticdaisies @hearts4robs @xxrougefangxx @mamapucket @hell-o-kittys @harleycao @batfamsstuff @alicedawitchbish

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reveluving · 1 year

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batfam + batmom + hugs 💗

warnings: pure fluff! (I just wanna give hugsss)

check out my batmom m.list!

your face squished against bruce's greek god pecs before melting his heart when you arms can barely accommodate his sheer size and with your pretty sparkly eyes as you shyly look up at him. not finding it enough, he gently tilts your head up by the chin to return your gaze

having a literal competition on who hugs the best between you and dick—he always says that your hugs are equivalent to your best-selling cookies

jason stopping by the manor and immediately giving you a hug, relishing in the comfortable silence and his mother's presence after a rough night

kneeling next to tim's seat before wrapping your arms around his tired frame, hoping to convince him to turn in for the night. you know he finally gives in when he leans in your hold

returning duke's hug with a tighter one despite getting caught off guard, but then getting over it when you feel his body tremble and tears staining your shirt

unable to resist squishing your cheek against cass' when she comes up to you without a word, only to open her arms in anticipation for a big ol' mother-daughter hug

damian not only tolerating your sudden need for hugs, but embracing it as well, which some would find the sight funny, for you would emit an aura of flowers and bubbles while his comprises daggers and death and yet, he returns your hugs with zero shame

giving steph a bear hug just after you returned cass', finding amusement in the former's pout for she, too, wants to be attacked by your motherly affections as well

terry glaring at his classmates who either whisper to their buddies about wanting a hug from you too or openly ogle at you—if the family heard about this, it's over for these idiots

giggling with matt as you swoop him up for a hug and twirling with him in your arms, filling the manor with the sounds of your joy—bonus if ace and titus joins your fun, running in circles and barking in excitement

babs comforting you by letting you hold her tight after finally being able to get ahold of family who's out patrolling after a heart-stopping moment when the connection somehow gets lost

alfred celebrating yet another milestone as your café reaches the targeted earning with you, always honoured to be a part of your life, for you have not only saved his, but the entire family in general

kate greeting you with a hug whenever she's invited for a big family dinner/holiday, always jokingly thanking you for keeping the family and especially her cousin in check

always making the mistake of kneeling whenever ace and titus runs up to you before falling onto your back when they literally jump into your arms, giggling as they lick your face as an apology

nuzzling your face into alfred the cat's soft fur as he purrs and curls in your arms, his tail swishing in annoyance if anyone tries to pry him off you

overall: batmom's hugs are a 12/10, would recommend 🤌🏻

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spectr3inl0ve · 3 months

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bruce wayne and his controversially young gf but jason jokingly calls bruce 'cradle robber' and unknowingly makes him upset!!! bruce and reader uncomfortably laugh it off while babs scolds jason!! like poor brucie genuinely is enamoured by reader but is filled w sm guilt over the age gap and jason isn't helping :((

#°○☆spectr3inl0ve #send me asks abt cradle robber!bruce wayne i promise to actually answer them 🤞#cradle robber!bruce wayne #monty loves dc #bruce wayne #bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne x y/n #jason todd #babs gordon #barbara gordon #bruce wayne smut #bruce wayne headcanon #batman x reader #batman headcanon #dick grayson x reader #bruce wayne imagine #dick grayson headcanon #jason todd x reader smut #jason todd x reader

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late-nightfalls · 3 months

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Jason: *Enters his sister's room without knocking* Y/N, have you seen your father? I need to talk to him abou- What are you doing?...

Batfam: *Everyone sitting uncomfortably on plastic chairs with pink bows in their hairs and makeup on their faces*....

Batsis: *Is pouring imaginary tea into the plastic cup that Bruce is holding* Hi Jay!!! :D

Jason: .... *looks at Bruce without reaction*

Damian: If you're not going to participate, then leave! *drinks imaginary tea*

Jason: ....*Joins silently*

#bruce wayne #batman #batfam #jason todd #stephanie brown #cassandra cain #tim drake #dick grayson #damian wayne #batfamily #batsis!reader #duke thomas #barbara gordon #even Alfred is there!#alfred pennyworth #dick grayson x reader #Happy Wayne's Family

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augustlaven · 7 months

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Could you do some Gordon x reader please? He’s just so handsome and cute hehehee

He's trying his best.

#ttte #ttte human au #ttte humanisation #where does the gold dust lead #thomas and friends #ttte gordon #gordon x reader #gordon x y/n #ttte rebecca

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wicca-wicca-whack · 1 year

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Best Friends?

Gordon Malloy x Reader Word count: 2357

//One of my closest friends is a Gordon Girl and there is a severe lack of Gordon Fics Befriending Gordon Malloy was not something you expected to do when you took a posting on the starship Orville. You were a science officer, with a specialty in anthropology, rarely on the bridge yourself. Your first meeting was about a month into the new posting. You’d met some of the bridge crew, sure, but your paths had no reason to cross until Captain Mercer approached you, telling you they were coming up on a planet that had been knocked out of its original position in its system, all life on the planet in question having been wiped out shortly after.

“I was hoping you’d be willing to head down, help the rest of the ground team pick out some things that would actually be useful for study, to kind of break down what their society was like,” he’d told you, having come down to the science lab to ask directly. “I don’t want to send people down and have them come back with things that are totally useless to you.”

You looked up from your work and nodded your agreement. “I’d love to go down. It could be useful to see the buildings and get some scans.”

He’d nodded back, and given you a crooked smile. “Perfect. You’ll meet with Lieutenant Malloy, Commander Grayson, and Ensign Harris in the Shuttle Bay in about thirty minutes. Malloy will take you guys down to the planet's surface, it should be pretty straightforward, no life signs are showing up on our scans,” he continued to explain. “I’ll leave you to your work for now, Lieutenant.”

Thirty minutes came and left pretty quickly, and you’d brought your tablet with you for scans and pictures, flipping through the information the scans were able to fill in, putting it away to introduce yourself to the other three you’d be working with. You were, of course, familiar with Commander Grayson already, and she introduced you to the two men politely.

“And Lieutenant, this is Ensign Harris,” she gestured to a tall, tan man with dark hair in Engineering orange, “and Lieutenant Malloy,” she gestured to the other man, a shorter, pale man with orange hair, also in Engineering orange. “They’ll accompany us down to the planet’s surface.”

The four of you piled into the shuttle, the other Lieutenant and the Commander went up front, and you took a seat towards the back, opening your tablet to look back over the information. A colder planet, previously set much further up in the solar system, it seemed the inhabitants couldn’t handle the change in temperature and died out.

When you reached the surface, though there was no anticipated threat, Commander Grayson still insisted no one be alone, and sent you off with the ginger, playfully reminding him to behave. He’d cracked jokes the whole way, while you worked carefully, conversing politely until he’d said something that had made you snort out a laugh, which in turn made him light up. You’d relaxed after that, cracking jokes back and forth as you picked up some artifacts he’d insisted on carrying for you, jokingly telling you he was useless at doing anything else besides this and driving.

After that mission, he’d started to seek you out, coming to the Science Lab to invite you to lunch with him and some of the other bridge crew, taking you to the simulator to show you some of the, honestly, interesting and pretty weird simulations he’d made to entertain himself while he was on desk duty. You’d become pretty good friends with some of his friends, but most of your free time, you noticed after a while, was spent with the incredibly outgoing Lieutenant, which you certainly didn’t mind.

Which leads you here, to having wine with Claire, Talla, and Kelly, listening to them giggle about their romances or new hookups. Claire loves to talk about Isaac, and God knows you love to listen, but you felt a little melancholy today for some reason you had trouble placing.

“What about you?” You look up to see Kelly looking at you, brow raised. “How are you and Gordon? Any cute dates?” Her tone sounds teasing, and you roll your eyes at the Commander.

“We’re just friends,” you remind them, taking a sip from your glass.

“Well, it sure sounded like he was talking about you as more than a friend yesterday,” Talla chimes in, hiding behind her glass.

It feels like your brain short-circuits, and you raise a brow at them. “He did what?”

Your crush on Gordon was likely your worst hidden secret among much of the main crew. You’d been caught by LaMarr staring at Malloy with borderline stars in your eyes multiple times, and each time LaMarr gave you a smirk of some kind when you were caught. You could remember with borderline horror the day the Captain had caught you, when the whole of you were enjoying a drinking sim, having a good time, and you’d been staring at Gordon for what had probably been five or so minutes as he talked and joked with much of the crew, and Captain Mercer made eye contact with you, and you could swear you never saw a look that so clearly communicated that someone knew you were head over heels for someone. And, of course, you had let it slip before after a few too many glasses of wine with the girls, which lead to incessant teasing later.

Claire shrugs off your shock, agreeing with the other two. “He’s said some things when you aren’t around that sure sound like you’re dating,” she affirms.

“Like what?” You feel a little baffled. You weren’t the best with romance, sure, but you were pretty sure Gordon didn’t treat you much differently than he treats his other friends.

“Just little comments here and there, it’s nothing, maybe we’re taking it the wrong way,” Talla tries to cover, waving her hand.

Claire looks a little confused, refilling her glass and yours. “Just little comments about you that sound a lot more than friendly, nothing graphic or anything, just… well, you know.”

But you didn’t know, and opened your mouth to say as much, before Kelly interrupted you. “Just comments about your hair, or your eyes, or your laugh… He’ll sneak you into conversations that have nothing to do with you if he can. With how Gordon is, we just kind of… assumed something was going on.”

You look between the three of them, taking a deep breath and chugging your glass of wine down. “Okay. I think I’m gonna go.”

“Wait-”

But you’re up and on your feet, heading for the door, heading out, and righting yourself, taking a deep breath and letting it out. As it stands, you’ve got two options as you see it. You could sleep on it, or you could go confront him right now. Tipsy from the wine, the second option seems like a totally great idea, but the rational part of your brain makes you head for your own quarters and your own bed.

When morning comes, your head aches a bit, but you get yourself up with your alarm, getting yourself a glass of water and nursing your headache.

It's two hours later that you remember you’re supposed to meet Gordon at the simulator, and your headache worsens. You think about canceling, but he’d seemed so excited to show you the sim he’d made, so you gather yourself up to get dressed, managing to only be about 10 minutes late, but it looks like he doesn’t even care, face lighting up when he sees you.

“Hey!” His smile makes you smile, and you almost forget about your conversation with the girls last night.

“Hey,” you greet him back. “So… what’s this new sim you’ve been working on?”

He looks a little bashful, which is a bit of a surprise, and he hits a few buttons on the keypad before the doors slide open, and he motions for you to head inside before him.

The pair of you step in, and you’re astounded to see a near-perfect recreation of San Francisco in the 1990s, something you’d told him you’d seen images of before and fallen in love with. You turn to look at him, watching him shrug his shoulders like its no big deal. “It’s beautiful, Gordon. How long did it take you to code?”

He shrugs the question off, a one-shouldered thing with nothing behind it, and instead, he places an arm around your shoulders, moving towards the beach area, the setting sun casting an orange glow over everything. “I’m glad you like it,” he says instead, taking a seat on the beach and gesturing you down beside him, a seat you gladly take, leaning back on your hands. “I know you said this was a time on earth you thought looked pretty.”

“It is,” you agree easily, eyeing him. “I didn’t think you were paying attention when I was talking about it.”

He tilts his head, looking out over the ocean and the sunset. “I usually listen to the things you say.” He reaches over to nudge your arm gently as you scoff at him.

“Well… it really is beautiful, Gordon. I appreciate it.” You hesitate for a moment before reaching over and patting his hand before pulling back a tad. “It looks even better than the pictures.” And you mean that. The colors are vibrant, and the ocean and sunset look stunning.

“Just had some free time and wanted to make something you’d enjoy,” he dismisses your compliment again. “I know you’ve spent a lot of time in some of my sims that were probably kind of boring.”

“Boring? I wouldn’t call them boring.” You gently kick his leg. “They're not anything I’ve seen before, that’s for sure.”

He gives you a little smile, and the two of you relax for a moment before the girls’ comments from the night before start to eat at you, and while you stare out over the horizon, you pull yourself together to bring it up. “So… the girls said you’ve been talking about me?”

You don’t have to turn and look at him to know he’s turned red, though you definitely spot it in your peripheral, and you’re pretty sure you can see him fumbling for a response, even though you haven’t really accused him of anything awfully incriminating yet.

“Well, yeah, I mean, we’re pretty good friends, so, yeah, I talk about you sometimes,” he covers, and if Kelly hadn’t been so specific about the kind of things he said, you might have let him off.

“Yeah?” You nudge him with your foot again, making a small humming noise. “Are you going to tell me how long this took to code?”

“It took a while,” he answers vaguely, not making much eye contact.

“Well, I can tell it would take a while. It’s very detailed, I can’t believe you made everything so vibrant.” You touch the sand below you, feeling the grains under your fingertips. “How long is a while, Gordon?”

He hums and haws for a moment, trying hard to make an excuse of some kind, or a vague answer, but when you fix him with a stern look, he gives in. “Only, like, a week or so, but I’ve been working on it in my free time only, really.”

“A week? For a sim for a friend?” You gape at him, shocked. “Malloy, that is insane.”

He blushes, the tips of his ears turning red. “I just wanted to spend time in a sim you’d enjoy more than mine. And I know,” he interrupts as you open your mouth to speak, “I know you say you have fun with mine, but… this is something for you. That’s all.”

You can feel your own face get warm, and you slide a little closer to him, looking straight ahead at the horizon as you do, flustered when he turns to look at you funny. You slide up to his side, wrapping one of your arms into his. “Thank you, Gordon. It’s very sweet of you.”

He makes a noise, disregarding your thanks, or at least trying to, as you lean up to kiss his cheek. Your nerves are on fire, and you’re sure his are too, and he seems surprised by the kiss.

“I know, as friends, we do favors for each other all the time,” you start, “but this… feels a little more than that.” You see him open his mouth to argue, so you continue, “Commander Grayson thought we were dating.” You can see him turn away from you, hiding his face. “She says you talk about me like I’m more than a friend. Are we… more than just friends, Gordon?”

You can practically see the wheels turning in his head, even facing away from you, and he seems undeniably anxious. “I’d be lying if I said I haven’t thought about it,” is what he settles on saying, shrugging his shoulder, trying to make it seem like he wasn’t saying what he was saying.

“I’d like to be more than friends,” you finally give in, putting your cards on the table. “If that’s something you’re open to.”

There’s a long few beats of silence, and you start pulling from him, sure you’ve just taken something that was probably nothing- Gordon is such a talkative guy, it was probably nothing- but he wraps the arm you’ve let go of around you, pulling you to lean your head on his shoulder.

He’s silent for a bit longer before he speaks, clearly having trouble choosing his words. “So… does that make this our first date?”

You laugh at him, turning your head and bringing your hand up to turn his, kissing him gently before answering him, pulling back to grin at him. “I’m okay with calling this our first date.”

“Awesome,” he responds quickly, grinning at you. As the two of you turn to watch the sun continue to set, the beach itself darkening, you’re sure of one thing. A romance with Gordon will never be boring, and you’re so ready for the adventure it’s sure to be.

#the orville #Gordon x reader #gordon malloy x reader #wiccawrites

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egotisticaleverything · 5 months

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Gideon Graves general HC/Drabbles

I’ve been in love with this man since I saw Scott Pilgrim vs the world at age 10 and the animated series has reactivated my attraction to him 🤭

This is unedited and as always NSFW BELOW THE CUT

SFW

- Definitely a little selfish at first, kinda just ignoring you in favour of doing producer shit until you finally give him a wake up call by basically dragging him away from his desk and talking to him intervention style.

- he feels bad, I mean considering his past now can he NOT feel bad?

- definitely the type of guy to buy you things as an apology

- “Babe I’m rich I can buy you whatever you want please stop crying”

- you kinda have to teach him how to be emotionally available and how to deal with emotions

- he still overworks himself

- it’s inevitable

- you’ve found him passed out at his desk multiple times

- he won’t say it aloud but he loves when you take care of him

NSFW:

- he’ll eat you out real sloppy style

- he does not care how much your thighs are shaking or how many times you came he will keep going

- sitting next to him in the chaos theatre n he just leans down to quietly whisper the dirtiest shit to you

- he’s a busy guy so multitasking is a big thing aka shower sex

- you crawl under his desk at home while is on the phone and he looks down and mouths “what”

- he didn’t hang up the phone either he was just struggling for his LIFE

- he won’t admit it but he likes when you take charge sometimes

- very much a groaner

- the master of dirty talk he basically has the term trademarked

- little degrading but mostly praise

- “good girl”

- thighs and ass guy for sure

- loves him some tiddies but he has his favourites

- he sees you in dolfin shorts and literally starts drooling

- he’s just like staring for a solid 10 minutes

- you ask if he’s good and he just goes “sit on my face… please” without looking away from your ass

#scott pilgrim #gideon graves smut #gideon graves x reader #gideon gordon graves #gordon goose #scott pilgram takes off #scott pilgram vs the world #ramona flowers

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Gideon Graves

Scott Pilgrim vs the World (2010)

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I know i’ve already sent in a lot of requests, i practically live in your inbox(not sorry), but i just wanted to know if you could whip up some really angsty stuff?

Maybe something with reader being on patrol and she just randomly passes out and just won’t wake up again?

idk, i’m just craving your content😞🙏

Veins

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Note: Anything for you my love. Dont feel bad for sending them in, i smile everytime your name is in my inbox. sorry for the wait. :))

Warnings: Poison/drugging, passing out, needles, ivs but non graphic

Word Count: 1.3k

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There it was again. That funny feeling. You couldn’t quite place it, but it tickled the back of your mind. Physically, you felt fine. There was just something off about the whole night. Tim was running alongside you, the soles of his boots making little to no noise as he weaved nimbly down the street. Dick was slightly ahead; you were watching his six.The three of you were currently pursuing Poison Ivy, who royally pissed off, was threatening to release a batch of poisons into the water supply; naturally, it was your job to try and stop her before she could actually get there. Batman was also in pursuit, but he was coming from the other side of the city which meant that the chances of you and your brothers stopping Ivy before she got there were pretty high.

You had almost caught up with Ivy when it happened. You could see her ahead, her torn clothes flapping against the winds that whipped between the skyscrapers and whistled down the alleyways. You pushed yourself to run faster, feeling the burn in your calves as you raced towards her auburn figure. You would have caught her if you didn’t catch a glimpse of one of her goons perched on a window ledge. It was dark, but you could practically see his crooked grin as he leered down at the three unsuspecting vigilantes. By the time you had realised what was actually happening, it was too late.

The needle dug deep into your neck, with such a blunt force that you would have yelped if you didn’t have the sense to plaster your hand over your lips. It stung and would most certainly leave a bruise later. But what worried you was not, the soon to be bruise, but the groggy sensation that began to settle over you.

Blindly reaching for the syringe, you pulled it from your neck with a grunt. It clattered to the floor. Everything seemed to swim before you in a mix of colours. It made you feel sick. And suddenly your body felt numb, stubborn limbs refusing to move how they normally would. You lurched forward stumbling and trying to grip onto the wall to keep yourself upright. It was hardly any use though; whatever they had stuck you with made it nearly impossible to tell which way was up as your world span. You had fallen behind, moving without a coherent thought as you tried to keep up with the speck that you thought was Tim. Everything was too loud, but you could make out no sounds, just a piercing ringing.

“R’vn…” Someone was talking to you. You weren’t even aware you had stopped and hands swam in front of your face. Touching. Someone was touching you; their hands were against your shoulders trying to keep you upright. But who…

There was no face in front of you. Only a mangled mess of colours and an echo of your code name frantically falling from their lips. They were trying to get you to respond, to say anything but your eyes and glassed over and your limbs had fallen limp in against the stone wall you had been stumbling against.

And then your body gave up completely.

Tim had to scramble to catch your body as you keeled over, ragdolling into his arms with limbs splayed out in each direction. He cursed, panicked and settled you down on the ground to stand over you. Wide eyed, he pressed the emergency signal on his coms, praying that Dick would get to you quickly and that Batman was close enough to catch Ivy.

He tried your name again, shaking you by the shoulders. There was no response; your head just lolled to the side. It was then that he realised your body was hot. Far too hot. He struggled to get off his glove before pressing the back of his hand to your forehead. You didn’t even stir.

“Son of a bitch.” Dick skidded to a stop beside his brother, palling at the sight of you on the ground. “What happened?”

“I-i don’t know. She was fine one minute and the next she practically collapsed against the wall-” Tim stuttered, unable to keep his composure. Usually, he was the one with the steady hand they could all rely on, but now he was completely short circuiting.

With a curt nod, Dick tried to shake you awake, calling your name.

“I tried that.” Tim stated.

Dick nearly snapped at his brother for making an irritating statement when he saw the lines spider-webbing up your neck. They were thin and black, spindling out like branches of a tree devoid of its leaves. Twisting your head gently to the side, Dick revealed it to Tim who swallowed thickly.

“Drugged?” He asked meekly.

Dick shook his head. “Poisoned.”

Tim shifted his vision anxiously between Dick and you. His head perked up when something clattered off to their right. Dick was up in an instant, standing over you with his escrima sticks flickering with their angry blue charge. Tim reddied his bo staff.

“Go find them.” Nightwing ordered, standing over you protectively. “I’ll watch her.”

Tim darted off for a moment as the older boy watched you with shifty eyes, hardly relaxing when he returned a few moments later. By that time you had begun sweating and your skin had grown clammy and gaunt .When he looked at him with optimistic eyes, the younger boy shook his head.

“Nothing. But I did find this.” He produced a small syringe filled with a dark green liquid. The one you had pulled frantically from your neck.

“Good! That's good.” Dick exclaimed, taking a shaky breath. “We need to get her back to the cave. Page Alfred. Get him to prepare the infirmary.”

“On it.”

Sliding his hands under your body, he scooped up your limbs with ease. “Hang in there, kiddo.”

“Get her on the bed, quick.”

Alfred was on the two boys as soon as he heard the cave entrance fling open. Dick was sling clinging to you as he bustled through the door, hot on Tim’s heels who forced everyone out of the way. They all watched you with worried creases etched onto their complexions.

Dick lay you down on the bed. As soon as he was out of the way Alfred was replacing the empty space beside you, inspecting the spread of the poison. It had now begun to crawl down your arms and up the side of your face. Your features seemed sunken and your heart rate was dangerously slow.

He reached for a needle of his own, sliding it into your skin before hooking you up to an IV.

“What’s that?” Tim asked. His voice wavered.

“Hopefully an antidote and some fluids to flush it out of her system. Babs managed to analyse the sample you sent over. The poison is lethal, but because she managed to pull it out before the whole thing entered her system, we think this should help.”

“And if it doesn't?” Jason’s voice asked from where he had been lingering in the doorway.

“Let's hope it does.”

It took much longer than they had hoped for you to wake up, but nevertheless you did. Slowly but surely you cracked open your eyes and blinked at them groggily. It seemed that Alfred and Babs had been spot on; the antidote worked, but it made everyone nervous to think that if you hadn’t pulled out the toxin when you had, the situation could have been very different. Damian cringed at the thought.

They had all been there when you woke up. They had been taking it in turns to watch you because they couldn;t bear the thought of you waking up alone, but when Jason called out that you were stirring they all rushed to your side to sit with you.

It was nice to wake up with the all beside you, despite the fact that you felt like death. Probably because you had been so close to it.

Ivy was arrested and sent to Arkham without much of a second thought.Batman had caught her before she managed to release the rest of her poisons. She had made an attempt on your life. It was safe to say that she deserved jail time for that, though there was no saying how long she was actually going to stay there for.

The air was much lighter in the manor now that you were awake. You were still on bed rest for a short while, much to your protests and grumbling. But, luckily for you you were surrounded by a whole handful of people that wanted to do things for you that you didn’t even need help with. Not that you minded too much… Either way, they were there for you completely throughout your recovery, glad that you were going to be just fine.

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