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anothertimdrakestan · 1 year

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Hi Elle!! Hope all is well 💕💕

Can I request a headcanon or fic of where Dick and y/n have been in a serious relationship for a few years and OC has become a “mom figure” to all the other batboys. So when the batboys misunderstand Dick and OC getting into a big fight somewhere, they both come home (either to their place or to the manor) to find that the batboys have moved/thrown out all of Dick’s things because they love OC that much??

Thank youuu ☺️

Ahhh this is such a cute little idea!! Thank you so so much for the request it’s lovely to see an old friend <333

Found Family - Dick Grayson x Reader

Steph gave you a sympathetic smile as she poured the rest of the wine bottle into your now empty glass. “What’s wrong hun? Because if it’s boy troubles I will personally castrate Richard if he hurt you.” Which only made you sigh as you nodded. Her eyes widened, you and Dick never ever fought, and this foreign emotional territory was a shock to you too- hence the wine.

“Dick asked me to move in with him, but I’m not ready to leave my place! I love Gotham, and I’m not sure Bludhaven is where I’m meant to be. But I also know I could never leave him. I just told him I needed more time to think and I think he took it really personally. It’s not that I’m not ready to live with him, I’m just not ready to leave my life here even if it is just a town over.” You said, happy to put into words the emotions swirling in your chest.

“What?! You are NOT leaving Gotham anytime soon. What on earth would I do without you here?” Steph exclaimed, putting down her glass to pick up her phone, fingers typing frantically.

Less than a minute later, Tim was jogging into the Manor kitchen, “Dick’s tryna take Y/N from us? Over my dead body.” And before you could tell him otherwise, the young hero burst out the room, clearly on a type of war path.

“No! I love Dick and you guys, Bludhaven is great! I just need-”

“Taking down Richard has always been on my bucket list.” Damian’s snarky voice echoed through the manor as he stalked out the same door as Tim. You scrambled up and after him, but Steph side stepped in front of you, “don’t you dare try to fix this, we’ve got it!” Which only made you more nervous for the future of your relationship.

Before you knew it, another bottle was opened, and the colors of the Manor living room were awfully fuzzy. You were pretty sure you’d seen Jason, Tim, and Damian zipping in and out of the manor, each repeatedly promising an increasingly violent demise for your boyfriend, who’s radio silence was only making you more anxious. Steph, while physically with you, was terrifyingly glued to her phone, sending text after text- even taking the occasional call, but she was speaking quiet enough that your tipsy-mind couldn’t process the words flying out of her mouth.

You truly weren’t sure how much time had passed when Dick burst through the manor shouting “Stephanie Brown where the hell did you hide her!” And before you could shriek with excitement, Dick appeared in front of you, his eyes frantic until he saw you were okay.

“Dickie!” You cooed, outstretching your arms so he would scoop you up into a hug. And he did. He was breathing heavy, burying his head in the crook of your neck as he took a deep inhale. You were just giddy to see your handsome man, squeezing him tighter, wrapping your legs around his waist, happy to be carried as you weren’t sure you could stand in your current state.

“What on earth did they do to you sweetheart,” Dick mumbled, walking back towards the kitchen so you could place you on a counter, you leaned back to look up at his eyes. He swiped a hand over your cheek, you assumed you were still warm from the alcohol.

“She’s. Fine. Can’t say the same about you you selfish monster,” Steph slurred her speech, pointing an accusatory finger at Dick who gave you both a confused look.

Almost like a sitcom, the three other boys burst into the room, as if on cue.

“Step away from the woman Grayson!” Jason shouted as Damian lobbed the nearest manor antique he could get his hands on at Dick, who of course caught it effortlessly, setting it down next to you on the counter.

“What the hell is going on?” Dick raised his voice, but Tim was already in between the two of you, pushing Dick backwards as Damian hopped up onto the counter next to you, silently handing you a glass of water which you graciously took, enjoying the plot unfolding before you.

“No questions at this time Richard, as Y/N’s personal advisor I’m here to state the case.” Tim began, Jason and Damian nodding in agreement. Steph had her phone out, clearly filming the entire argument.

Tim continued, “it has come to our attention that you intend to take Y/N from us.”

“I asked her to move in with me?” Dick looked exasperated but intrigued by the way his brothers had turned on him in your name.

“And in doing so, you’d be removing her from Gotham, and therefore the four of us!” Tim concluded, and at the statement, Jason, Steph, and Damian mumbled angry agreements.

Dick scoffed, “I’m sorry, I thought she was my girlfriend, and you guys love coming to Bludhaven! With Y/N there it’s more reason for everyone to spend more time over there.”

Damian piped up immediately, “we hate Bludhaven Richard, Y/N is the only thing that makes it manageable.”

Jason snorted, “ever realized we only go over for dinner when Y/N is visiting you? Or that Steph only wants Sunday bagels in Bludhaven cuz Y/N spends the weekends there? Did you seriously think we just went over for you?” You cringed as the harsh tone, but Dick didn’t look offended, rather, proud?

Dick opened his mouth to retort, then closed it. Tim spoke up again, “Don’t worry Richard, I’ve already mended the problem at hand.”

Now Dick spoke up, “what the hell did you brats do now”.

“To the Zeta Tube!” Jason called, scooping you and Damian up in one arm and sprinting towards the teleporter, with Dick screeching for him to put you down following close behind. For once, Damian wasn’t squirming out of Jason’s grasp, rather he had quietly grabbed your hand, saying “I hope you love your new home” to you right before the Zeta Tube activated.

When you came through, Jason set you and Damian down happily, and you were situated in a fully furnished apartment. Furnished with your and Dick’s combined furniture. You froze for a moment, feeling like you were in a different dimension until you notice the window in the apartment. You recognized the block corner instantly.

“We refurbished an old safe house! It’s south west Gotham, so close enough to Bludhaven that Dick can’t whine too much, but only a couple minutes drive, or instant Zeta Tube to the manor!” Tim exclaimed excitedly.

Damian piped up, “we stripped Dick’s apartment to the ground to furnish it! Not like either of you will be needing it anyway!”

Dick had been silent, drinking in the new view. But he came up beside you to stare out the window, “I think they just made a compromise for us, but I do want you to love it. What I should’ve said earlier, is that I don’t need to be in Bludhaven, I need to be with you. You’re my home Y/N.” He pressed a kiss to your temple and you leaned back into his chest.

You spoke up, “I love it, and I love you, and I especially love you guys,” you turned around to face your family. Steph was grinning, Jason was nodding knowingly, Tim was off slightly adjusting furniture placements, and Damian was- wiping away a tear. Not worth pointing out, because he’d deny it anyway, but your heart was bursting knowing the little guy wanted you near just as badly as you wanted to be close to him.

“Tim! Get over here, it’s group hug time!” Dick called, throwing an arm around Jason and Steph while you scooped up Damian, who for the second time that day, wasn’t fighting back. Tim crashed into the hug and your swore you could feel your heart beating out of your chest with pride in your found family.

Tim’s phone vibrated and he shouted “Dick! You’re rich! The Bludhaven apartment just sold!” And Dick shrieked, “You put my apartment up for sale in a day!!” To which Damian shrugged, “not like there was anything in there after we were through.” Jason nodded in agreement saying: “yeah, you don’t even wanna know what plan B was if you said no to this place!” But Steph shushed him before he could divulge any more, most likely violent, secrets. You couldn’t help but grin knowing your family had your back no matter what, even if Dick was slightly concerned over his brother’s undying loyalty to you, it made staying in Gotham that much more worth it to you both.

“As your realtor I will be taking 15% of the profit! Gonna go meet the new tenants!” Tim called, beelining to the Zeta Tube before Dick could even try to tell him no. You gave Damian’s hair a ruffle, which he immediately tried to fix, as Jason and Steph nodded, knowing they could be over whenever, but you and Dick probably wanted a moment to get used to the new place.

And suddenly, it was quiet. The bustle of the Gotham streets was faint, and you walked through the apartment which was truly designed perfectly, imagining the dinner parties, late night adventures, and peaceful mornings you’d get to have in your new place.

“As much as I hate to admit it, they did good.” Dick broke the silence. You nodded in agreement, unable to wipe the heartfelt smile off your face, you gave him a peck and said, “They sure did, it feels good to be home.”

I hope you enjoyed!! Thank you again for the request!

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flying-nightwing · 1 year

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I gotta know.

In your professional opinion, do you think slade knows the hand on the lower stomach trick and the pillow trick?

Do you think anyone else your write for knows them? 👀

hehehheheHEHEHE 👀😏

I believe Slade knows, and knows it *very* well. HOWEVAH. Him using either entirely depends on whether or not he cares about the pleasure of the person he's having sex with. He's definitely not using the techniques on someone he's having a one time thing with, that he never wants to see again. Can't afford to have someone trail after him begging for more and/or have them recognize him out of all things because of it if he's on a mission or smth, y'know? bc yeah that will happen he's that good (man's got an ego to the moon). But if it's someone he wants around? Someone he wants to see again? He's never gonna tell them that, that's for sure but that orgasm WILL bring them back to him without fail. every. goddamn. time.

As for the other characters, Bruce knows them. And he's good at it. Selina taught him and it changed his mf life. He definitely uses them more leisurely than Slade, Brucie's a giver in bed and he just LOVES to see his partner's soul ascend from what he's doing to them. He's got a reputation to uphold and he'll literally die before he lets down a partner of his.

Dick knows too. I refuse to believe he wouldn't. But I feel like he would act like it's something incredibly normal. Like, he wouldn't even notice he's doing it, and he'd genuinely be surprised when his partner reveals it was the first time a man did that to them (eventually he'll realize that not everyone actually knows that or are bothered to do it, but he still wouldn't treat it as a special event kind of thing). He's just out there, casually raising the bar for everyone else. Dick game strong in every sense of the term babes.

Jason's case is a bit more complicated. If we take him right after his resurrection, them no he doesn't. Jason died a virgin, I will die on that hill, and whatever happened with Talia didn't actually happen I don't know what you mean. Bro's caught up in revenge and taking over a crime empire, he does NOT have the time for a game of dating and seduction. He's under so much stress, oh my god. And when he begins to chill, his partner is Roy, and Jaybird's not the one on top babes (again, HILL I WILL DIE ON). But Roy does teach him the trick so older Jay knows too. When he uses the tricks, it's already bc he trusts his partner enough to see him naked and vulnerable so it's pretty much always in a sweet way.

Since we're on the topic of Roy, well, he obviously knows. Roy "I seduced a dangerous international assassin to the point where she had my kid" Harper absolutely knows and he's SMUG about it. As the Youth™ says, bro's got rizz. He knows your exes weren't as good as him. By the time he's done with you, you won't even remember you had exes.

Tim read about it one time when he fell down a rabbit hole of research after opening the internet to (initially) look up romantic gestures idea. He tries to use it but it turns awkward the first few time, bc he treats it like any other skill and it just breaks the mood. Until he can find someone he trusts enough to practice with, he'll just refrain from doing it.

Steph knows. And she will openly criticize the men in her life that doesn't. Being ego checked by Steph is probably the most mortifying thing ever. "Oh? You don't know about those? Yikes... That's embarrassing. Yeah. Yeah no you should take down that tweet about being a sex god, yeah, you're just embarrassing yourself more now. Please stop" She's braver than any US marines.

(that's pretty much the main ones but if i forgot any lmk)

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midnight-pluto · 5 months

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COFFEE: PG.13 — meet the parents

COFFEE: tim drake x gn!reader

SYNOPSIS: Tim meets a barista that gives him what he needed most — a large coffee with way to many shots of espresso. Though what happens when just a single action changes the other's life, forever?

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FRIDAY, JUNE 23 2023 - 9:30 PM

DATING A LITERAL celebrity. But dealing with parents who still you’re still eleven is even harder — well, to you at least.

Perhaps you should consider yourself lucky today since their focus wasn’t on you. Unfortunately, their focus was on your partner who was just nodding along to their endless rambles on how they most certainly should treat you right.

“Not that I have any doubts that you aren’t treating Y/N right it’s just,” your mother gestures her hand towards Tim, “You don’t look very, well.”

“Mom!” you whisper scream, appalled at her bluntness. You place a hand on Tim’s thigh as a way of apologizing on your mothers behalf to which he slightly snorted at.

“What? I’m just saying,” she remarks.

Lightly squeezing his thigh in slight frustration, Tim places a hand on yours, intertwining your fingers with his and letting it hang inbetween both of your chairs. Exhaling through your nose, your frustration stars to simmer back down until your father speaks up.

“How much money do you make?”

“Enough,” Tim nods which your father looks at him blankly before sipping on the coffee you made for him. You sigh at their words, hanging your head low in embarrassment making Tim let go of your hand to rub the top of your back soothingly.

“Oh my— you can’t just ask that, especially in public!” your mother scolded to which your father just softly chuckled and nodded.

Wanting to get this interaction over with, you interrupt by saying, “If you guys just want to sit here that’s fine but I gotta get back to work soon so just come back to the counter when you’re ready to order.” You hurriedly push your chair back in when your parents nod — signaling that you were allowed to be dismissed.

FRIDAY, JUNE 23 2023 - 10:27 PM

IT WASN’T LIKE you weren’t used to an overwhelming amount of people in the café, you actually preferred it since it meant you were more likely to get paid more. However, what you weren’t used to were the concerning amount of people crowding the windows just to see a glimpse of the one and only Bruce Wayne.

To be completely honest, you knew for a fact that most of those of reporters outside were from other cities since the main ones in Gotham have been desensitized to the sightings of the local billionaire.

Headlines of Bruce Wayne doing normal daily things in a regular persons life got old after a while — oh wow, he’s at a gas station buying chips! That will definitely get a lot of attention.

The only reason you were freaking out internally was simply because that was that there was close to a hundred people outside the small café which probably made you more nervous than the man in front of you.

“Is there anything else that’d you would like?” you ask, putting on disposable gloves and grabbing the croissant he had requested. Placing it into a small bag you remove your gloves and tap the screen once more.

“No I’m alright,” he said, taking out his wallet for cash and putting the exact amount of money on the counter on top of another bill.

Counting the bills in your hand you raise a brow at the stray hundred given. “Take it as an apology for bringing a lot of people around here.”

Nodding at his explanation you pocket the money and give him his croissant, “Enjoy the rest of your day!”

“You too,” he nods, walking out the front doors and the crowd follows.

You let out a sigh of relief at the lack of eyes on you, resting your hands on the edge of the counter as your heart rate slowed as it had unknowingly quickened at the amount of eyes on your form.

Feeling a comforting rub on your lower back, you turn to see Tim standing there with a smile, “You did good.”

Smiling back at him, you rest your head on his shoulder as a form of relaxation to which he placed a chaste kiss on your forehead in response.

SPECIAL NOTE: i was supposed to post this on Friday but I got distracted by building a Christmas tree 😔

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totallynotashieldagent · 8 months

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Kaleidoscope

Masterlist

You stood on the roof with Commissioner Gordon. You held the files to your chest and were a mess of nerves. You could feel the tension brewing inside your bones but Jim stood casually, dragging puff after puff from his never-ending cigarette.

"Commissioner-" A deep voice startled you and you yelped, hiding behind Gordon

"Calm down, will you?" Jim chastised Batman, "She's still new-"

"The reports," Your shaky hand extended towards the sword-wielding Robin

He snatched it from your hands, and you shrank back behind Jim. He flipped through the pages and made a sound.

"This one isn't incompetent, Gordon," Robin commented, "Decent job, Doctor," He looked at you

"T-Thank you-" You swallowed

"Red Robin would like some details on this case-" Batman handed you a USB

"Yes, sir-" You said shakily

"Go back down, kid-" Jim told you and you didn't need to be told twice

It didn't matter that you'd met the Batman before. He still scared the crap out of you. "Nice to meet you," You nodded and quickly left

"Are you crazy?" Jim stared at Bruce, "She's been in this city for five months- You can't have her running intel!"

"She's competent," Robin added as he went through the file, "She'll run intel because she's qualified,"

"Just-" Jim's voice dropped as he stared at Batman, "Don't let her get hurt, okay?"

"I never intend to," He answered in a low, gravelly voice

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c-nstantine · 2 years

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Can i please request platonic Stephanie Brown x black!Reader headcanons where Y/n and Stephanie are best friends who love eachother like siblings?

@summer-thee-kent Hope you enjoy!

*cue Best Friend by Saweetie ft Doja Cat*

This is such a chaotic pairing

They are the very definition of day one besties

Stephanie and Y/n get up to the weirdest shit

Like they’ve managed to wrap Jason’s entire bed in toilet paper without him waking up

They will defend one another until the very end

The amount of times Y/N has gotten into a fight/argument for Stephanie and didn’t know why the fight/argument in first place.

They also coordinate outfits

If Stephanie’s wearing neutral tones, Y/N’s right beside her in neutral tones

Stephanie will protect the hair

The girl carries bonnets and shower caps for Gotham’s stormy weather

She will never let Y/N have a bad hair day

These are the two friends in school that had such a strong bond that no one could come in between

Also Stephanie will randomly at Y/N’s house and no one would suspect a thing

She crashes at Y/N’s house a lot

Stephanie is really protective of Y/N

She background checks all of Y/N’s potential partners

Because it’s Gotham

Also Stephanie can’t keep secrets from Y/N

Like she tries really hard but the minute Y/N thinks that she’s hiding something, Stephanie folds so hard

“Hey, don’t you think Batgirl is such a dope hero?“

*Starts sweating bullets*

#stephanie brown #stephanie brown x reader #spoiler #bat girl #steph brown #batgirl #x black reader #x black!reader #black reader #black!reader #c-nstantine

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liv0nerd101 · 2 years

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Thief

Pairing: Jason Todd x reader

Pronouns: She/they

Warnings: implied smut

Trope: Enemies to lovers

Word count - 1.3k

A/n: I took this from my wattpad (liv_nerd101) which you should go follow :)

The batfamily had been chasing you for a while and a certain Vigilante finally catches up

Jason's pov

I jumped rooftop to rooftop chasing her. We've been after them for weeks. Ever since Catwoman stopped her career in thieving and made it official with Bruce, this Ghost has taken her place. She stole something new every night and every night managed to get away from one of us. She got away from Cass at least three times. Not even Bruce could do that. She finally stopped while she was still ahead of me.

"You're faster than I expected Red," she yelled, "but not quite fast enough," and she zipped off into the night. The way she moved. How confident she was that no one would ever catch her interested me. I ran back to my bike and quickly got home. I walked to my room and took off my helmet. I pulled at one off the books on my shelf and a bulletin board dropped down. I've been tracking her more than the others. They wanted her in Arkham, I wanted her on the team. She was good. Too good to send off to live with the psychos that terrorized Gotham. I needed to know who they were.

Y/n's pov

I made it home with the diamond and rid myself of the tight costume I wore in order to stay in the shadows. I put on some sweats and a tank top and pulled out my computer. My rent was due soon so I needed to sell this diamond tonight. After a few hours I talked a guy into buying for way more than it was worth. Jeez people were stupid. He paid me more than enough to pay the next three months of my rent and probably more.

The next day I woke up to see that he had paid me and in celebration of my successful night I decided to go get myself a proper meal. I haven't eaten a good breakfast in at least two weeks so I decided to bike down to my favourite cafe. All I could think about was the freshly baked muffins that I could never afford and how amazing they would taste. The warm coffee. I was pulled from my mouth watering thoughts when I hit something and nearly fell off my bike.

"Shit," I heard someone say.

Jason's pov

Sucker. I bought the diamond back from her. I wasn't stupid I knew that I paid way more than it was worth. But that was the plan. There was one place I knew that she would go. I had been stalking her forever. She took small muffins and coffees from there constantly but never money. Of course she would go there if she had extra. So I got up early the next morning and drove to the small cafe. It wasn't super busy so this should be easy. Go in, see who looks to most like her and start keeping tabs on both. I got off my bike and just as I was walking to the door someone hit me with their bike. I hit my head on a chair on the way down. "Shit," I whispered when I touched my head and looked at the blood coating my fingers. I could tell the cut was deep. These metal patio chairs were sharp as fuck. She looked down at me with a worried face.

"Holy shit I'm so sorry! Here let me- shit your bleeding, let me clean you up. You might need stitches," they reached their hand down to help me up. Same hair colour and length, similar voice, same height. This could be her. "Come back to my apartment and I can get you cleaned up please it's the least I can do for running you over,"

"Sure, why not," she smiled and helped me up. We walked to her place and they sat me down on her couch. For being a professional thief she sure didn't live like one.

"Let me go and find my stuff, just sit tight, I'm Y/n by the way," that's what she said, I heard "I lost my shit, this is your chance to see if I'm Ghost"

"Jason," I stood up and went straight for the drawers in every room. eventually I found her laptop. Jackpot. "Found it!" Shit. I put it back and rushed back to my spot on the couch. Once she stitched me up I left and went back to the manor. I couldn't have her thinking I was on to her.

Y/n's pov

I slipped on my suit as soon as the sun set and went looking for some rich white guy's business I could rob when I heard a scream. I stopped in my track and looked down from the roof I was perched on. 3 guys one old lady with a purse that looked like it cost more than my house. I dropped down behind them. "You know, stealing is one thing but taking from a helpless old lady is just mean," All three came at me at once. I ducked under a punch from one guy and kicked the back of his knee. He fell down to the ground while I kicked another in the chest sending him back, giving me time to knock out the other one by bashing his head over my knee too many times to count. I heard grunting and groaning from behind me. I whipped my head around to see Red Hood beating the snot outta the guy I had kicked away earlier.

"Hey beautiful," he dropped the guy and walked closer to me. he was way taller than I had expected. "They get to your target first or what?"

"Ouch, I'm offended. I would never take from an old lady," I brought my hand up to my heart. He looked me up and down. "What? Like what you see?"

"Just never thought I'd ever talk to you outside of a cell," I chuckled.

"Funny, you think you can catch me," His hands reached behind his head and he pulled off his helmet to reveal his face, still covered with a domino mask of course.

"Oh hunny," His voice was deep, no longer distorted from the helmet," I know I can catch you,"

Jason's pov

I glanced down at her lips. This was all apart of my plan but god I couldn't wait for this next part. I leaned down and connected my lips to her's. They immediately kissed back I snuck my hand around her waist and pulled her closer. Her hand went up to my hair and she pulled me down. I grazed my tongue over her bottom lip and she opened her mouth. She didn't even fight for control. Ghost wanted this just as much as I did. We stayed like this, holding onto each other until we needed air. Goddamn oxygen. They pulled back and pulled out their grappling hook.

"My place?"

"Fuck ya," I followed her to her apartment and we came in through the window. It was dark but as soon as the lights went on, I knew exactly where I was. "Y/n?"

"What?" she turned back to look at me. "What did you just say?"

"Your Y/n, you suck at riding bikes and you love the cafe down the street," I walked up to them.

Y/n's pov

I backed into the wall. How would he- no.

"Jason?" His eyes went wide before he realized he shouldn't have mentioned the bike. We both pulled off our masks and stared at each other. I reached up for his hair and pulled him down, his lips connecting to mine once again. I dropped my mask and pushed him in the direction of my room. He pulled off his jacket but stopped mid way through unzipping his suit.

"You sure you wanna do this?"

"One hundred percent,"

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ms-nesbit · 1 year

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Casa Blanca

(a sequel to Blink; part of the Read It and Weep jason todd x reader series)

summary: It is reader's first appearance at the Wayne Manor, let alone a Wayne gala. A game ensues, followed by an interaction with Jason in the garden.

warnings: mentions of racism and the KKK, brief jealousy from Jason, and flirty Dick Grayson

words: 4.5k

note: jason is 23 in this series; i'm probably gonna write a third part to this, but haven't decided. if i did, it would be an ode to one of my favorite dramatic novels of all time.

AO3

Littered with conceited figures, the Wayne family - with the exception of Duke and Damian - entertained the affluent and powerful guests, easing the pressure off of Alfred and Bruce.The adoptive siblings played a game of Heads, in which the player with the greatest number of entertained guests - and fewest complaints - wins.

Dick, as charmed as he was, submitted the winning crown to his younger sister, Cass, who, for a reason she refuses to admit, wears a bubbly, charismatic allure that ensnared the unknowing (albeit selfish) company.

Yet most eyes were on Jason, his taller figure standing out from the crowd of wealth, with his arm draped loosely around y/n’s shoulders. He wore his signature ensemble: a black tailored suit decorated with patchwork of deep rouge; he knew, however, that his body and regard, or lack thereof, of the gala was not the fruitful topic of the evening; rather, the person under his arm, sporting a currant sweater dress, its turtleneck layering over her sternum and lower neck, barely catching the ends of her casually-kept hair.

Their lax appearance carried through the Wayne Manor as they strolled, unbothered by the glances (and few glares) from the visitors; Jason pridefully smirked, knowing how pleased he was with y/n’s dismissal of the dress code — as, past her dress, she wore black stockings, torn asymmetrically throughout, and tall black combat boots. Her face (bare with all but the smudged eyeliner) - along with her entire outfit, rebelled against the unspoken rules of the galas, disrespecting (and disgusting) some of the guests.

“Jason has a girlfriend?” one said.

“Not surprised. So trashy.” another spat, rolling his eyes.

And almost simultaneously, the Wayne siblings’ phones chimed (or vibrated), the groupchat exploding with outwardly suppressed emotions.

Spoiler Alert!: DUDE SHES HOT

Red robin (yumm): ikr

Dickhead: don’t harass her, please! We all know how rare it is that Jay gets a girlfriend, so let’s please not scare her away.

Duke of earl: IM COMING DOWN RN STALL FOR ME

“Master Todd,” Alfred began, holding back a grin, “I see that you have a guest this evening. I do welcome you to Wayne Manor, Miss…”

“Y/n. You don’t need to call me Miss, Sir. It’s all good.” y/n smiled widely.

Alfred nodded. “Pleasure is mine, Miss y/n. I do hope that you enjoy your time here tonight, and if you have any questions about the lavatory, don’t hesitate - I know it can be easy to lose one’s self here.” he stepped out of Jason and y/n’s path, flashing a grin and approving nod at Jason.

As the crowd subsided its murmurs, the quartet’s music rose to the air, signaling y/n to offer Jason her hand. “May I have this dance?” her eyes glistened up at him.

“As you wish.” Jason replied, slipping an arm around y/n’s back as they began to sway together. They were unbothered by the occasional glances from nearby guests, staring at each other as the lights dimmed, chatter muted, and rouse subdued into a mere moment shared between them. Jason’s middle finger traced along some of the knit pattern on y/n’s back, humming along with the quartet’s tune.

“You know,” Jason smiled cheekily, to which y/n mirrored, “if you keep this up, they may kick you out of the mansion.” his brow twitched.

“Oh, my stars.” y/n rolled her eyes sarcastically, removing a hand from around Jason’s neck to press against her forehead dramatically. “What ever will I do without Bruce Wayne’s extravagencies?” As y/n finished her last word in a mocking Southern accent, Jason pressed his lips together to stifle laughter, his eyes shifting to look behind her.

“Jason, I see you have a guest with you tonight.” a male voice spoke seriously behind y/n, startling her as she jumped a bit and turned around to face the man.

Jason’s eyes flickered at y/n before quickly moving to Bruce. “Bruce, this is y/n, my…”

“Friend.” y/n innocently grinned, her eyes unmatching her overly warm tone. “Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise.” Bruce stated, voice unwavering. “I just wanted to introduce myself before Jason’s siblings do. Seems that they have met you before.”

Y/n shook her head, puzzled. “I don’t believe so…I talked with this guy Dick over the phone, but haven’t seen anyone. Though I met Alfred, who’s nice.”

“Alfred has been with us for decades.” Bruce replied matter-of-factly. “I hope you enjoy your time tonight, y/n. Nice meeting you.”

“You, too.” y/n barely spoke before whipping her head back at Jason, eyes bulging and face reddened with embarrassment.

Jason chuckled, throwing his head back. “That couldn’t have gone better, oh my god.”

“Stop laughing, you infant!” y/n teased, still blushing. “You could have told me!”

Rolling his eyes, Jason remarked, “Trust me: you are much better than the last person I brought home, who ended up stealing some of Bruce’s valuable items. And Dick’s underwear.”

Y/n gaped at the tall man, stunned. “You’ve gotta tell me that story later, there is no way—”

“Hi!” a voice interrupted y/n mid sentence, drawing the couple’s attention. “You must be y/n!”

It was Tim, wearing an all-black suit and tie, height drastic from Jason. He goofily grinned, eyes energetic. “Y/n, this is Tim, my younger brother.” sighed Jason.

Y/n grinned kindly. “Hey, Tim, nice to meet you!”

As y/n and Tim chatted, Jason checked his phone, which vibrated continuously in his suit pants pocket.

Cass: has anyone talked to her yet?

Dickhead: bruce told me he met her. Apparently, she was mocking the gala and pissing off some of the guests.

Red robin (yumm): LMAOOO why am i not surprised

Spoiler alert!: sounds like my new best friend

Duke of earl: alfred told me he met her, too. He approves

Spoiler alert!: red riding hood’s found his mate?????

Jason let out an exasperated sigh as he finished the string of messages, catching Tim’s attention from the conversation with y/n. “Everyone’s pretty excited to meet her, Jay, what can we say?” he shrugged awkwardly.

“I think the feeling’s mutual. Anyone play games here with all these fancy parties?” y/n asked, drawing a laugh and affirmative nod from Tim.

“All the time. Usually to see how many people we can distract with small talk, but we used to play other ones - Jay, remember the one you used to play with Dick to see how many ‘kick me’ signs you could stick on people’s backs?”

Jason smiled mischievously. “Sure do.” he chimed proudly. “And once I kicked Commissioner’s ass, too. Bruce wasn’t too pleased with that one.” he recounted to y/n, who snickered in response.

“Serves him right for not giving the joker the chair.” she muttered under her breath, causing Tim to nudge at Jason suggestively. “But yeah, I’m down to play. Where is the rest of your family?” y/n asked Jason and Tim.

“Letting them know now.” Tim replied, texting on his phone.

Within minutes, each of the siblings trickled into view, introducing themselves to y/n, including a timid Damian and an even more shy Duke, who barely pushed a word out before choking on his gum and abruptly leaving. While this occurred, Jason drew small, delicate circles on the small of y/n’s back, reminding her that she wasn’t alone, despite his face growing more impatient with each sibling’s eager self-introduction.

“Which one is your favorite so far?” Jason leaned in to whisper into y/n’s ear.

Y/n shrugged. “I like them all so far. Nobody’s a dick.”

Jay chortled. “Well, here he is.” as his eyes pointed to a tone man in a black and navy-embellished suit, brushing his hair back. “Y/n, this is the dickhead you spoke to on the phone.” Jay smiled boastfully, pleased with his words.

“I’m Dick, but yes, it is nice to meet you in person, y/n.” he flashed y/n a genuine grin. “I’ve gotta say that I like how you shook the dress code up a bit. It looks good on you.”

Jason sharply exhaled through his nose, jealousy bubbling in the center of his esophagus. “Oh, hi, Dick. Weird that I’d be meeting you last out of your big family.” y/n treaded her words carefully, distancing herself from the overwhelming subject. “Tim told me you guys play a game. Would you mind if we all played something a little different? I don’t want to impose or anything.”

The corner of Dick’s mouth twitched, wanting to express sympathy. “Not a problem. What kind were you thinking? I think I can let everyone know and we could meet in the back garden.” he motioned his head to the double-doors beside the throuple, leading to a display of shrubbery and distant (and mindfully placed) wildflowers.

Jason’s fingers moved to hold y/n’s hip, giving her a quick squeeze as his eyes never left Dick. “I was thinking we could try to find out who has the best gossip out of everyone?” Y/n spoke uncertainly, cocking her head to the side.

“That actually sounds—”

“Great!” Steph chimed from behind the throuple, interrupting their conversation. “Oh my god, why didn’t we think of that?” she added, rather loudly. “I’ll send the text now and let everyone know. We’re about to rile some shit up, girl.”

After Steph trotted off, phone in hand, y/n beamed up at Jason, who returned the smile. “I told you they’d like you, Baby.” he purred, pulling y/n closer to him with the hand on her hip. “Besides, even if they didn’t, that would mean more time alone for us.” He flashed her a suggestive look, emitting a wave of goosebumps on y/n’s neck and arms.

Dick noticed the coquettish attitude on Jason, along with y/n’s flushed giggle, and excused himself. “I’ve got some things I gotta do, but I’ll be meeting you both out in the gardens, yeah?”

Y/n and Jason nodded, eyes still fixated with each other.

After Dick disappeared into the crowd, Jay moved his hand to rest on y/n’s other hip, bringing her in front of him to dance; his grip remained firm on y/n, as if afraid to find out if he let go, or if she would slip from his reach; y/n noticed this, but said, with a step closer to the taller man, and a finger twisting in the hair behind his head, that there was no need to worry — his fears were fictional, and in this moment, only his desire (to be held for no reason other than to care; to be gazed at without a trick upon her sleeve, or acicular disloyalty to be soon displayed) should be realized.

Jason’s breath hitched as he realized, again, how comfortable y/n remained with him despite knowing his identity. Surely, he thought, self-doubt waltzing in his conscious, y/n doesn’t know how bad it was.

But…she did. In fact, in the period between their first exchange in the dark alley and the following at Gomez’s, y/n utilized her connections to seek more information about the hooded shadow. It seemed as if the media disliked him through and through, regardless of his obvious aversion to harming the vulnerable, the innocent. And in those police reports, eyewitness accounts, intentionally hidden in (poorly) encrypted files, y/n felt more in awe than ever that such a ‘woeful’ being had a heart, a beating one pumping compassion and morality in a reality that lacked such a necessity.

Love is a strong word for y/n, though one she glossed over in studies, or in the tales in which she’d drown herself; she felt the heavy syllable rolling from her tongue effortlessly, smooth like top-shelf scotch. But the word was silent, a secret she had yet to reveal to Jay, and she, too, danced in trepidation, watching her footwork along the grass of glass shards;

He was once a story to her, a protagonist with adventures and feats under his belt that y/n only read about; The Tales Of Red Hood were the stories she’d fall asleep to on those nights, and the ones she’d retell herself during the daytime, eyes scanning whatever building he may live in (if he did). And the nights that he would visit her, to validate her sanity (and even bring a bit of safe tidings, if he allowed her).

“They look surprisingly good together.” Cass was half surprised at her own observation as she stared at the pair dancing in the other end of the crowd.

Steph dreamily sighed and nodded. “Don’t they?”

Nearly rolling her eyes to the back of her head, Cass stuck her tongue out in disgust. “So weird.”

“Right?” Duke popped out from…somewhere, as always. “I mean, how is someone actually into him?”

“And I heard she knew about Hood, too. They’re relaxed with each other, though. Haven’t ever really seen him this comfortable with someone.” Cass sadly added, looking away from the pair to distract herself.

—-

The Wayne siblings each excused themselves from the party to congregate outside in the garden. They met before the gazebo, “just past the phallic shrubs,” as Tim put it. The eight of them gathered in a rugged circle, awkwardly standing in silence before Dick spoke up.

“I explained this to everyone in the groupchat, y/n, but you came up with this great idea for a little—”

“Tournament!” Tim completed, with more enthusiasm than usual. “This is gonna be great, guys. I think we should split up into teams—”

“No way should we do teams, Restaurant Company.” Jason argued.

“Yes! Every man for themself!” Damian chanted, fists clenched.

Barbara sighed. “And woman.”

The group snowballed into an incoherent string of arguments, y/n indecisive as to which she wanted to pay attention.

Jason, concerned for y/n’s confusion, had enough. “Okay!” The bickering stopped abruptly, followed by an exchange of glances between Steph and Cass. “How about we let y/n explain herself?”

“Thank you.” y/n whispered to Jason. “I think we should do two rounds: round one will be teams, with the losing team disqualified; round two will be the winning team broken into individuals to compete for the win.”

“How should we pick teams?” Barbara asked.

“That’s a good question.” y/n agreed, pondering for a moment before answering, “People wearing cool colors should be team one, and people wearing warm colors should be team two.”

“You only did that so you could be on a team with your boyfriend!” Steph teased, causing a ruckus of dramatic “oooh”s.

Y/n admitted, “Yes, that is true. Would you rather I be on the opposing team? I mean, one could argue that this shade of red is cool.”

Damian corrected, “Actually, it is cool, and Duke and Dick are neutral shades—”

“But I think I’m okay being cool while Duke is warm, right?” Dick commented, awaiting Duke’s hesitant nod. “So it’s settled: Duke, Jason, Damian, Tim, and Barbara are on team one; y/n, Cass, Steph, and I are on team two. Sound good, everyone?” Everybody nodded, some appearing more displeased with their assignment than others. “Cool. Any questions?”

Damian raised his hand. “How do we determine what ‘gossip’ is good? Is there a tier system we should follow, or could you give us examples?”

“I actually thought that it would be based off of what would be most surprising about each guest.” Barbara frankly answered. “I mean, if, for example, the mayor’s wife turns out to be supporting something very progressive, then that would be a medium shocker; however, if the mayor himself admits to having been a drag queen before his political uprising, then that would be top tier, at least.”

“Really? I don’t see it to be surprising at all.” Steph commented genuinely.

Dick sighed. “If we don’t decide something, then we’ll be here all night. Whoever gets the most information without the use of any devices or aid from others, wins.”

The group accorded well to the decision, immediately dividing to either group. Before Jason left y/n’s side, he snuck a peck on her cheek, and a low “Let me know if you need anything, Loser.”

It drew a gasp from y/n. “Mr. Todd, are you insinuating that I will be defeated?”

“You are going down.” Tim motioned, chest puffed out in competitiveness.

The gang of siblings returned to the gala, dispersing among the crowd of socialites. Barbara rolled to a trio of policemen, inserting herself in the conversation about pursuit expenditures; her body language was cool, but interested, her shoulders back and hands at her lap as she listened.

“Jefferson, I’m sure you’ve finished the report by now. Captain is gonna be pretty pissed if she found out that you spent most of your time at parties…”

“...and clubs.” another colleague finished, his eyes motioning to Barbara, who was still listening astutely. “Your wife won’t be too happy about the ‘investigations’ at the Gotham Lotus.” Bingo, Babs thought to herself before waving to a woman, rolling away to move toward her.

Meanwhile, Cass and Dick attracted a crowd of guests, offering up stories while acting them out theatrically.

“...and Bruce told me we’re out of milk!” Dick finished, the crowd erupting in a cacophony of laughter.

As a few of the guests returned to their individual conversations, an older gentleman approached the pair, offering advice. “When I was your age, my mother was as rough as a storm. Now, she was around long before the great dust bowl, but she made sure she gave us a wallop if we were ungrateful.

“But on her deathbed,” the man looked down, eyes full of emotion, “she told me why she was the way she was.”

Dick nodded. “You guys had it hard during your time. My parents…before they passed, they told me stories. They had little snippets of the past like train tickets, ticket stubs, all that, but the truth really isn’t found as easily as it should be.” he crossed his arms, upset at his own words.

“And she wasn’t even mine. She took me in after the dust bowl.” the gentleman finished, voice wavering with age and remorse. He exchanged a brief moment with Dick and Cass, who both offered an embrace, before Dick walked him back over to his caretaker, the man still recounting tales to the taller aerialist.

At the children’s territory, Duke and Damian entertained the kids using their individual tactics: Duke played tea party with the girls, awkwardly hunching in a child’s seat as he was fed plastic salmon and broccoli as the girls flaunted their knowledge about their parents, one alleging that she “has two mommies, one that daddy doesn’t tell my real mommy about”; Damian chose to pursue information directly, bribing the children with candy or chocolate. He handed a skittle for each ‘truth,’ one boy earning five skittles by revealing that his cousin was a henchman for Poison Ivy.

As the grandfather clock struck ten o’clock, the Wayne siblings met back in the garden, as agreed upon, wearing broad smiles (or, in Jason’s case, a disgusted look, as one widow expressed her feelings for him). They naturally parted into their groups, facing each other as they waited for directions from Dick.

“So, we’ll all take turns talking. I have the noise level meter with me here - the higher the meter, the better the points. Who wants to go first?”

Placing the noise level meter directly between either group, Dick removed a notepad and pencil from his back pocket, drawing a t-chart and labeling one side ‘cool’ and another ‘warm’. He then turned his chin up at Damian, whose hand was raised, to begin.

Dick took notes as the LCD display of the meter counted the decibels of the group’s reaction, the static noise humming abrasively. He also, on a separate side of the pad, marked a tally for each time y/n and Jason exchanged glances. The tally was at fifteen before it was Jason’s turn to speak.

“So I found out a couple of things,” he began, blowing air from his teeth. “I don’t know how to really say this without sounding crass, but apparently Representative Smith had an uncle who was in the KKK.”

The meter shook with vibration as the group exploded at the bombshell. “What?!” Dick shouted, jaw dropping.

“And he invited me to lunch last year.” Duke huffed.

“I’m sorry. He apparently thinks that it was relevant in the conversation—”

Steph blurted, “What was it even about?!”

Jason, stoic, looked right at Steph. “Separation of church and state, which he’s apparently against in his coming political race.”

Again, the group bellowed, followed by a few iterations of curses.

“The only other thing was that the old hag, Ms. Stevenson? The one whose husband, a firefighter, died while saving someone from one of Joker’s arson attempts? She hit on me, and said, and I quote, ‘she could offer a better price than y/n has.’”

The bunch fell silent, eyes wandering over to y/n for a reaction. She stood, covering her mouth with a hand as she attempted to stifle a laugh. Her focus lasered in on Jason, expression amused and harmless before she lost control and erupted into laughter, breaking the tension in the garden. “There ain’t no way this geriatric patient said that to you.”

Jason gawked, visibly offended as he placed his hands on his hips. “Excuse me, Bookgirl, but I have suitors too, y’know.”

Y/n straightened her dress, completely silent as she felt the Wayne family’s eyes on her. She stalled for a moment, staring up at the stars absentmindedly, before crossing her arms in front of her and resting her weight on her right leg, her boot toe facing out. She ran her lip along her bottom lip and bit down on it as she finally said, “That why you followed me for a month?” in a condescending manner, her nose wrinkling. The group broke out in loud commentaries, Tim and Duke patting Jason’s large back jokingly before he gave each of them quick but icy glares.

Dick jotted down the decibels, a smirk apparent on his face. He then motioned his hands up and down, suggesting the group subsided their cheers. As the emotion subdued, Dick focused on his notes, adding up each count for a total from either group. When he finished (and double checked his math), he said, “I have the totals.”

The group stared at him in anticipation, and he announced, “Duke, Damian, Tim, Jason, and Babs — you are the winners of this round. Unfortunately for us,” he turned to his own team, “we were shy just 11 points. But you all did an exceptional job.” he smiled at each of his mates individually, giving y/n a warmer grin than the others.

Noticing the glance, Jason spoke out. “Y’know, as much as I like gathering intel from these rich snobs, I think I wanna dip. Dickhead, wanna have anyone take my place?” he added.

“Cass, you wanna take his place?” Dick immediately questioned, which received a feverish nodding from Cass.

Jason offered y/n his elbow for her to take, giving her a quick kiss on the forehead. “Wanna take a walk with me?” he asked.

Y/n obliged, and the pair saluted the group, most of whom were already shuffling back inside to compete against each other for the crown (whatever it may be).

As the two strolled on the pebbled path, the moon shone down on them; it reflected off of Jason in particular, allowing y/n to see his features in the otherwise dark night before she turned her head to look at the intricate landscaping. Her hands’ grip tightened around his forearm, instantly reminding him of their first encounter; she did not notice, however, that his focus was on her, appreciating the beacon of moonlight painting her skin; her grin shone far greater than the moon, and each smile wrinkle that appeared on her cheeks as she expressed herself sparked a heat underneath Jason’s tailored suit, in his beaten and scarred chest, underneath the cosmetic wear. He wanted to carry her, watch y/n’s hair as it floated against the gravity - wretched gravity - wearing her down, but her attention was so pure as she examined the array of rose bushes and jasmine vines, stopping briefly to smell them in their dream state. He watched her as she looked attentively, paying mind to their delicate condition.

Before she realized Jason left her side, y/n turned to lay eyes on a white lily, plucked from its stem, presented before her. With a momentary gesture, y/n stood still as Jason tucked the lily safely on her ear, kissing her forehead. “ Lilium Casa Blanca; a casa blanca lily. It has different names, but it is one of the only varieties in this garden that blooms at night.” Jason informed y/n, standing right in front of her, her eyes at level with his shoulders. He wrapped his arms around her, closing the gap between them as he held her in a firm embrace.

“I begged Bruce to plant more of these when I lived here.” he stated, chin resting on y/n’s head. “I used to stay up here late at night, unaccustomed to the living arrangement, and, I dunno. Kind of bummed me out that there were no night flowers. Coming here would be my solace — other than in the kitchen with Alfred, or my alone time in the library. And when I met Poison Ivy, she told me about some of the other things we could grow here.” He felt y/n’s body relax in his arms, smiling at the reaction. He opened his mouth to continue, but closed it again, wanting to relish the moment with her instead. Y/n’s hands tucked between them, resting on the poplin material covering his broad chest.

She was his solace, Jay hoped, as she curled herself on him; she was brighter than the stars that dared try to shine brighter than she; y/n was the gardener tending to her duties, and Jason the rosebush with prickly thorns admonishing her away — it wasn’t his fault that he sported such needle-prick thorns on his skin, simply a mechanism he developed as he evolved into adulthood. And just as he turned his petals away, shielding himself from the painful jab he expected, he felt water trickling down from above, looking to see y/n replenishing him. She wore her thickly insulated gloves as she handled him, unbothered by the thorns he donned, and realized: y/n knew. She knew of his condition, his development, but chose to alleviate his troubles, becoming a sanctuary for him under her touch.

I love you bore such immense vulnerability he didn’t dare share to anyone before; Jason was a stranger to this comfort, this safety, and was terrified of her leaving. Too wrapped in his thoughts, he was unaware that he spoke them aloud, into the chilled and naked night, and to y/n.

“I love you too, Jason.” she responded, smiling into his chest as she melted in his arms.

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niphredil-14 · 1 year

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do you write for stephanie Brown (DC) ? if so, could you write something where steph gets jealous of reader and cassandra spending a lot of time together and kind of shuts down, pushing everyone away. Reader gets worried, confronts her, and confession…..? 🫶 if not no worries, if yes thanks!

I don’t know Steph’s character super well, so this is most likely kinda ooc, sorry.

I think that for the most part, Steph isn’t a very jealous person. She’s close with both you and Cass, so I think you and Cass would have to be very affectionate with one another for Steph to get jealous. And when she does, I think it would make her feel guilty. The two of you being friends doesn’t mean that she’s entitled to all of you attention, or any special treatment. But she cares about you, and ultimately, wants you to be happy. Because of this, I think she would try to cover up her jealousy and act as natural as possible, funny, kind of chaotic, very caring, she would try her best to be how she usually is. But after a while, I think it would take a toll on her, and that’s when she would isolate herself more, thinking that if she’s not around you and Cass, that maybe she would hurt less. That was wrong of her to think, and she realized pretty quickly into her isolation that it only made things worse, that she only missed you that much more. Thankfully it didn’t take you too long to catch on and confront her about her absence. When she confesses her feelings to you, and explains her jealousy, it changes a lot. If you reciprocate her feelings, I think the jealousy would get a lot better, she would know that although Cass also has a place in your heart, that it’s a different place, and that she still has hers. If you don’t reciprocate, but explain that she means just as much to you as Cass, I think that she would need some time before really hanging out with you again, but after a while, things would go back to normal. If Cass finds out, I think that she might distance herself slightly from you because she doesn’t want to hurt Steph. Overall, I think that everybody would just have to grow a pair and communicate and help each other heal.

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woso-dreamzzz · 2 months

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Ausenal II

Arsenal Women x Teen!Reader

Summary: You travel for an away game

It was a long drive up to Liverpool.

Like four plus hours kind of long.

Which meant you had plenty of time to do your homework.

Steph wandered around the house, picking up her bags and sorting through the last of the mail before turning to you.

"Have you packed your laptop?"

You nodded.

"And your calculator?"

You nodded.

"And your boots and your socks?"

You didn't stop nodding.

"Okay. Let's get this show on the road."

Steph drove you both to the training grounds. She looked at you in the backseat and adjusted her rear view mirror. "Did you pick up your lunch?"

You held up the little brown paper bag she'd packed for you.

Steph nodded. "Good. Right, onto the bus with you. I'm just going to pop in and grab some water from reception."

You nodded.

Away games like this were always the same. Steph let you have a little lie in as she double then triple checked your bag and made you your lunch. Then, she would wake you up where you would beg to just have something small for breakfast like a protein bar but she would make you eat a full meal. Next Steph would drive you to the bus where she would make you get on while she slipped inside to get you some extra water in case you got car sick.

Now came the next part of your routine.

"There she is!" Katie crowed from her spot next to Caitlin. "We've been saving you a seat."

She nodded to the seat opposite her and you sat.

This was normal as well. Leah and Alessia were set up at the table across the aisle, playing cards as Kyra kneeled on her seat so she could annoy Lotte and the new American signing, Emily.

No one would sit on your other side but Steph would definitely take up the seat in facing Kyra to make sure she behaved.

"What have you got today?" Katie asked as you got out your schoolwork.

You made a face. "Biology and Chemistry."

"Did you bring the funny calculator?" Caitlin asked, making grabby hands for it.

"I need it," You said.

"I only want it for a bit," Caitlin said," I'm going to send Macca and Lanni a picture of me writing boobs."

"You're so childish," Steph said in greeting as she arrived on the bus," Leave her alone. She has deadlines." She passed you over two bottles of water and looked at you sternly. "Drink one of them now."

"She means," Katie cut in," Make sure you finish it in the first half of the journey so when we get to the services, you can have a toilet break there."

That was part of the normal routine too and you just nodded.

You got to work quickly even as the bus turned into carnage the moment you set off.

At some point, Caitlin had grabbed your calculator and was amusing herself using the graph function after sending the boob picture to Macca and Lanni.

Kyra was still annoying Lotte and Emily even after Steph made her sit down and turn around.

Leah and Lessi's card game got progressively more aggressive as the time lagged on and you found yourself abandoning your schoolwork to watch.

"Cheater!"

"You can't cheat at Uno, Leah! You're being a bad loser!"

"I haven't lost yet and there's no way you had that many plus fours! You're such a cheater!"

"Just because you have bad luck doesn't mean that I do! Now pick up your cards or resign!"

"Hey."

You snapped out of your watching to look across from you. Katie raised a singular brow and looked down at your laptop.

"Didn't Steph say you had deadlines? Come on, get it done so you can relax on your way back."

You huffed and got back to work.

"And start drinking your water too! It helps with brain power!"

You diligently typed away, absentmindedly snacking on whatever Katie pushed your way and having to fight back you calculator from Caitlin.

When it came to the twenty minute break at the services, you were more than happy to escape into the fresh air.

"Hand," Leah said as she caught up with you, holding her own hand out expectantly.

"Leah," You began to whine but a firm look from her had you slipping your palm into hers.

Kyra snickered behind you and you felt your face go bright red. "Don't wander off," Kyra teased as she moved past," Wouldn't want to get lost, would you?"

"Kyra!" Steph snapped as she approached," No teasing! It's mean!"

You and Leah didn't stick around to hear anymore of the lecture because you were dragged to the toilet and then to the little store to pick up a new book.

You were distracted though and kept peering around Leah to look at the snacks.

"No," She said," That's not good for you. Come on, you're choosing a new book."

You picked up the next book in the series you were reading but made sure to take the long way back around to the checkout, purposely walking Leah through the snacks.

"No," She said again, waving a teasing finger in your face.

"Please?" You begged," I finished my schoolwork. And I ate the lunch Steph packed for me!"

Leah looked at you through narrowed eyes, studying you before sighing. "One snack. And not too big either. I mean it, this stuff isn't good for you."

You grinned and went to grab your favourite chocolate bar, dragging Leah with you when it was clear that she wasn't going to let go of your hand.

"Go on," She said, guiding you up onto the team bus again," You promise that you finished your work?"

You nodded.

"Okay. Go and sit with Lessi. Kyra can sit in your old seat."

Alessia was already waiting for you. At some point while you were away, she'd gotten out a blanket.

"Come on," She said softly, beckoning you closer," You look like you need a nap. You had to wake up early."

"I'm not a baby," You complained even though you were already taking your shoes off so you could curl up properly on the seat.

"Teenagers can nap too." Alessia wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you a bit closer.

"I'm not tired," You said," I've got a new book."

"The book can wait. We need you fighting fit for the match later. Kyra's already asleep."

You turned your head to spot Kyra face down on the table, eyes shut and drooling. You huffed and looked back at Alessia.

She was giving you one of those looks that you were more accustomed to seeing from Steph or Kim so you blew out all your air in a big sigh and rested your head on her shoulder.

"Good," Lessi said," I'll wake you up when we get there."

#woso x reader #arsenal wfc x reader #arsenal x reader #arsenal wfc #woso community #woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso

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idyllcy · 1 month

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white day event: I could be the one you're looking for

Happy white day! Your love letters from Valentine's were kindly received, so please select a bouquet to receive back from your favs! Pick a character + color scheme and learn their response!

Character list

apothecary diaries (Jinshi, Maomao)

danganronpa (Komaeda, Hinata, Kamukura)

dc (Tim, Steph, Cass, Jaime Reyes)

a date with death (Grimmy)

lovebrush chronicles (Alkaid, Ayn, Cael, Clarence, Lars)

love and deepspace (Zayne, Xavier, Rafayel)

saiki k (Saiki)

solo leveling (Jinwoo, Zhigang)

tears of themis (Vyn, Marius, Luke, Artem)

Color Scheme

Pink - carnations, roses, peonies, camelia

Red - roses, asters, amaryllis, begonia

Orange - roses, alstroemerias, banksias, ranunculus

Yellow - begonias, pansies, dahlias, marigolds

Green - hellebores, carnations, zantedeschias, gladiolus

Blue - irises, periwinkles, clematis, asters

Purple - daisies, lilies, roses, gladiola

White - camellias, anemones, amaryllis, gardenias

No sample post this time! You'll get a short blurb in return <3

Event ends: 3/16/24

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wosoluvrr · 4 months

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sorry about the blood in your mouth, i wish it was mine || a. russo x reader (2)

summary: you reconcile with the girls before heading to the hospital with alessia.

warnings: some angst, some sweet stuff, a few curse words here and there, insinuations of smut but no smut if you catch my drift

a/n: hi! part 2 as requested :)! thank you for the love on the first part (which you can read here if you're behind ;)), it was all very sweet. you're all wonderful. do let me know if you're interested in some singular stories or more multiple parters, (and with who)! i do have an esme morgan fic nearly done, though! anyways, i hope you enjoy this one all the same. as always, all my love 🤍

to your dismay, the match ended just before alessia and you could make your way to the hospital, the girls pouring in from the tunnel looking for you. the clash against united had ended as a stalemate, the frustration and dissatisfaction from their performance seemingly hanging itself in the air as they came upon the two of you.

it was clear some of them were upset with you, their jaws clenching and posture painfully reserved, with others more indifferent to your outburst. however, despite any feelings of frustration, there was a sense of relief on each of their faces; steph being the first to commit herself to wrapping you in her arms, her hands protectively holding your face against her as she noted how scared she'd been for you. lia joined next, slender fingers pressing themselves into your back and squeezing your arm in reassurance.

the guilt was practically seething from your skin, eyes glossy as you stumbled over nearly a million apologies and accepted each of their hugs. alessia watched quietly from the corner, mumbling something to beth as she left to collect your guys' things from the lockers in the room over.

"does it hurt as bad as it looks?" kyra asks, brown eyes trailing from your nose down to your lips as she winced at the sight.

"it doesn't feel great," you laugh and put your hands on your hips, "but it certainly can't top the pain of that glass bottle you shattered on my foot."

"i wouldn't have dropped it if caitlin hadn't of jumped out of nowhere and scared me!" she exclaimed, arms crossing defensively.

you playfully push her as her cheeks flush crimson, caitlin laughing and filling katie in on the story of what had happened a couple years ago when you had come to visit them in australia. it almost felt a little like normal, the small talk conversations easing your anxiety as you reveled in being able to truly breathe again. there really wasn't anything you loved more than your girls, just the presence of them made the pounding pain backwash itself into a slight afterthought.

"i'm glad you're okay, you're not one to get reactive on the pitch."

leah was beside you now and the feeling of next to you immediately made your heartbeat hammer it's way into your throat. besides alessia, there was hardly anyone you wanted to impress more than leah. you couldn't help but look up to her, the young lioness captain crowning you her 'sweetest best friend' and sticking by you through your first national team call ups, and eventual life changing transfer to arsenal.

though you'd never say it, being one of leah's best friends was (nearly) the greatest thing to ever happen to you. to put it frankly, you'd rather die than have the girl be ashamed of you.

"i don't know what got into me," you reply, eyes focused on alessia as she placed your bags on the bench, laughing heartily at victoria desperately trying to do more push-ups than manuela.

leah follows your gaze and nods, pulling you into her side for a hug and sighing. "i think we both know what got into you, y/l/n," she says knowingly.

alessia’s watching you now, victorias cried not even enough to grab her attention. you'd barely told leah about your crippling crush on the striker out of fear she would tell georgia and keira, who would think it's funny to tell mary, who would accidentally tell ella— who would, without a doubt, tell alessia.

although, you hadn't been able to perfectly contain it, your infatuation spilling itself to leah sometimes as she jokingly told you to make a move. she didn't understand the seriousness of it all, only ever remembering when you accidentally said something that indicated your potential crush.

however, despite her joking pushes for confession, you'd gotten close once. you had a whole speech to go through and you even bought the roses and a cute stuffed bear. but, you bailed at the last second and gave the gifts to esme instead as a valentine's day gift since she was one of the only girls without somebody to expect something from.

she was more than delighted, hugging you longer than you'd ever been hugged before and returning the favor with flowers and a chocolate box promptly the next day. the sweetness of it all allowed you to forget about the pathetic mess of it all for a moment, deciding it was fate to give it to a good friend, like esme, rather than a hopeless crush, like alessia.

"you're going to the hospital, right?" leah asks when you pull away, her stern look still evident as she continued to dance around her obvious desire to chew you out.

"yeah, of course. alessia is coming with me, i think," you look over to her but she's already looking back, arms crossed as she leaned against the wall by herself now; seemingly waiting for you to be ready.

leah nods, pulling you in for one final squeeze and shedding her puffer, helping you into it and zipping it up to your chin. she lingers on your face a moment, running her thumb carefully over the tape on your skin to better secure the bandage alessia had clumsily put against your face before insisting you head to the hospital.

"i'll call you tomorrow, yeah? glad you're not scuffed up too bad, mate. i mean it. off you go," she nods to alessia who is now standing behind you, leah giving her a tight smile before heading back to the girls.

"ready to get all stitched up?" alessia asks with a smile as you dryly laugh, walking past her towards the door as she followed in quick succession, nearly dropping her keys.

despite how good the aftermath of the match had gone with the girls, the 30 minute drive to the hospital was hard to get through.

you didn't like being alone with alessia because it made you nervous, and the confinement of her mercedes was probably the worst situation you'd been in yet. your head was still pounding and the music she played only made you feel worse, eyes squeezed shut as you tried to make it all stop for what felt like the millionth time today.

and she was so close to you, her sweet smelling perfume driving you insane.

you weren't usually this close to her, often coming upon the perfume as you came out from the showers last, the smell clearly indicating alessia had left no later than a few minutes before you. you liked it that way— perfectly keeping your distance but still being able to, for lack of better words, lose your mind over her.

"are you nervous at all?" alessia asks, hands clumsily flipping the turn signal on.

"for the stitches?"

she nods.

"i don't like needles all that much," you admit as your stomach churned at the thought, "but i'm not very scared, no. as long as i don't see the needle beforehand i'll be okay."

"i've never had stitches before," she says. "i've only ever broken bones and stuff." the memory of her broken leg at unc floods your memory and it makes you feel a little sick, a photograph of a weak bodied alessia in a hospital gown reentering your memory.

you decide to finally look at her now, admiring how her nose scrunches every once in awhile and how she can't seem to decide which hand she wants to steer the wheel with.

"i'm more worried about getting my nose reset, i've had my shoulder put back into place mid match and it sucked pretty bad."

the rest of the drive is silent until the car roughly pulls into a parking space, alessia muttering about how bad she is at parking as she readjusts the positioning and turns the engine off. the silence feels heavy, the lack of engine humming and music making everything feel worse than it did before.

"do you want me to stay in the waiting room when they call you in?"

you hadn't thought about whether she'd come in or not, the pain of having to choose making your palms feel clammy.

"what do you want to do?" you ask, hoping she accepts your deflection.

"i want what you want. you know that," she says.

the words weigh themselves on you and you can't think anymore, brain feeling completely detached as you replay the idea over and over.

"come in," you decide without much thought. "no reason to have come all this way just to sit in a waiting room, right?"

she nods and smiles at you, blue eyes intently searching your own for something you weren't sure of. you abruptly turn back forward and clear your throat, reaching to the floorboards to grab your phone and keys to your own car.

alessia gets out before you can, opening the door for you and insisting you put 'some real pep in your step' so she can get you checked in as quick as possible.

it all starts to feel a little too intimate— alessia cleaning your cuts, alessia offering to take you to the hospital, alessia alessia alessia.

the waiting room seat is painfully uncomfortable, the plastic cushion coverings making noises that make you feel lightheaded as you squirm in the chair looking for the right angle. there's barely anyone in the hospital which is probably a good thing, the likelihood of waiting a century for a reset and some stitches looking unlikely.

it only takes 10 minutes for a doctor to call your name, the lack of nervousness washing away as you swallowed something that felt similar to a heartbeat and made your way to the door with alessia close behind you.

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"how long do you plan on studying the precise measurements of your nose?" alessia asks, lips curled into a sweet smile as she laughed at your furrowed eyebrows.

the stitches had gone fine, the doctor recognizing the two of you and making for nice conversation. you'd hardly even realized it had happened, far too focused on maintaining silent eye contact with alessia as she occasionally sent a smile or silly face your way.

the reset of your nose, though bearable in pain, did not go so well.

you were completely convinced your nose was still off center, waiting until the doctor left to lose your mind in hopes to not be rude. alessia had told you everything looked fine and begged you to stay seated for the 30 minute wait time until you'd be released, but of course your refused, grabbing the small hand held mirror from one of the counters and plopping yourself back onto the table to examine yourself.

"i look like i've been punched!" you exclaim, a shaky finger running itself along the outline of your nose as you continued to panic.

"well, you were punched," alessia affirms, laughing again as you send her a dirty glare.

she decides to get up and take the mirror from you, hushing the protests that leave your mouth as she makes quick work of putting the mirror back exactly as it was found.

“i look like alanna when she broke her nose,” your eyes are wide and alessia is laughing so hard she feels a little sick.

“if leah was here she’d agree instead of lying to me like a mother would,” you spit, moving the mirror closer to your face and groaning at your appearance.

alessia rolls her eyes playfully, “your nose looks how it always looks, i promise. you're stressing out over nothing, baby," she says, looking down to her phone and hastily trying to reply to the obnoxious amount of texts asking for updates on you.

you felt like you couldn't move anymore, eyes wide and fixated solely on alessia. a pet name didn't have to mean anything, you knew that. leah called you 'love' all the time, steph called you every name in the book, and kyra even claimed you as her 'pretty girlfriend' any chance she could. you loved it and were always happy to return the sweet words back.

but alessia couldn't share that privilege.

it made your head spin. it made your pupils blow and your heart hammer in your chest. it made your throat close up and threaten to never let you breathe properly again.

you wanted to tell her then and there. if you could time it perfectly the doctor could save you from awkwardness, coming in to assess you. maybe you could call leah to take you home? steph? anyone but alessia?

"i really do think it's crooked," you decide on ignoring all the screaming in your head. it was surely slanted, the bridge pointing to your right further than it had before.

alessia is rolling her eyes yet again from her seat in the chair by your hospital bed, putting her phone into her bag and watching you pout.

"quit being stubborn," she says. "i ought to make you walk all the way back home," her teasing voice is higher than her normal voice, your head, once again, spinning severely out of control.

"leah would come and get me," you say defensively, choosing to give in to the teasing instead of spacing out any longer than you already had. "or kyra, she would definitely come and rescue me from the side of the road."

you're laughing now, the thought of clumsy kyra having to rescue you from the side of the road. it's a good thought and you can only hope to remember to ask her if she'd actually ever be down to rescue you. maybe if you promised her a sleepover, or something stupid like that.

alessia doesn't laugh. hell, she doesn't even smile. you stop altogether as well, messily retracing your steps to catch what had made her mood drop? had she looked at her phone and seen something? you couldn't remember, too focused on your own bullshit to have been looking at her long enough to notice.

"lessi?" you try it softly, begging her to look up at you instead of blankly staring at the floor.

the doctor walks in before you can properly freak out and alessia excuses herself to the restroom. 10 minutes of vitals and care instructions pass before the doctor tells you you're free to go, leaving you to wait for alessia by yourself.

the room is so cold and obnoxiously bright and sterile smelling. it hadn't been noticeable when alessia was around, your mind far too focused on her, or pretending not to be focused on her, to properly take in the fact that you were in a hospital.

another 5 minutes pass before you debate going to make sure she's okay, a text from her saying 'i'm in the car, just come out when you're done' beating you to it. it makes you feel queasy, stomach churning and brain on fire.

you walk slow, not wanting to see her in this newfound upset state. let alone be in the car with her while she was pissed off about whatever it was that had happened. you debated actually calling leah, her contact picture still slotted in your slew of notifications with a text about getting good rest.

you can see her from your stance in the parking lot, her head resting against her hand in the drivers seat of the car. she looked so small in her winter coat, the clothing item nearly engulfing her body into it and leaving a misshapen body behind.

even from here, she was the prettiest girl you had ever seen. even upset, there was no one you wanted and adored more than alessia.

you finally made your way to the car, slotting yourself into the passenger seat and internally fighting with yourself over whether to try and talk to her or just leave her be. she immediately pulls the car out of the lot, exiting onto the highway and putting on her music. you decide to stay quiet, looking out the passenger window and watching all the passing lights of the city.

by the time she pulls up to your apartment you’re nearly in tears from the awkwardness, alessia not saying a word as she put the cat into park.

“have i upset you? because i’m really sorry if i did,” you say, body completely turned towards her as she continues staring mindlessly out the window.

“i know i’ve been a lot today, and i’m sorry. i appreciate all of this so much, i seriously owe you—“

“are you and leah together?”

it was the last thing you expected her to say. the car felt infinitely smaller now, your body shifting uncomfortably in her squeaky leather seats.

“are you joking?” your’e nervously laughing, the thought of being intimate with the other blonde being so wildly wrong it’s funny.

leah was basically your mom with the ways she bossed you around and micromanaged your life. planning out your schedule with you and being your plus one to nearly everything, she was a mere two steps away from being a certified family member turned adult babysitter.

“you’re wearing her coat,” alessia says, eyes staring at the #6 on the arsenal training coat wrapped around your body.

“she offered it to me before we left, i’m confused why you’re interrogating me about leah?” you’re getting defensive, your body pressed against the passenger door as you tried to back away from her.

“i don’t know why i did this,” alessia whispers, shaking her head. “you were vulnerable and i was vulnerable and i thought— i don’t fucking know what i thought, actually.”

you’d never really seen her like this, face completely flushed and hands tightening around the wheel. she looked so angry and the bone in her brow became so prominent you wondered how you’d never really noticed it before.

it was hard to understand what she was going on about, the meds still playing with your head and the anxiety in you making your pain prominent once again.

“i’m really confused right now,” your voice is laced with frustration as you lazily maneuver yourself forward so as to get a better look at her face. “i don’t understand why you’re so upset right now? i can’t help you if you don’t tell me what the hell is going on with you.”

you immediately regret how intense you sound and you force yourself to relax your body, eyes softening as you look at her.

“it’s so dumb,” she whispers, shaking her head.

“it’s not dumb, i promise. whatever it is, it’s okay, just talk to me,” you’re practically begging her, your hand against the side of her seat as you continue intently looking at her.

“i just have this, like,” she laughs and slams her head against the car seat, finally looking towards you. “i have this crippling crush on you and i thought it’d be a good idea to tell you after you were all better for some reason and that fell apart because the way you talked about leah was just so much and then i thought about how close you two were and i noticed the coat and felt stupid for not getting the hint that you were togeth—“

“can i kiss you?”

you don’t think about it, nor do you care that you didn’t think about it. there was nothing to think about. it was just alessia. alessia sitting right next to you, telling you she felt the same— it was the only thing to say.

“you have stitches on your lip,” she whispers, eyes trailing down to the thread and back up to your gaze.

“i’m numbed out of mind,” you remind her, your own eyes fixated on her mouth as you waited for an answer.

you wouldn’t be upset if she said no. you’d be perfectly fine walking inside with absolutely nothing more than what she’d already given you. there wasn’t anything that you could ask for more perfect than this.

she decides not to answer, instead leaning in and gently pressing her lips to your own. the thread is mostly on the inside of your mouth, the rough feeling only slightly making it’s way to alessia’s lips which eases her anxiety.

you hardly move against her, scared to overwhelm her or yourself, desperately trying to confirm if this moment was real or not. but it’s clear she wants more, her hand moving to the back of your neck as she pushes you further against her.

“climb over the middle,” she breathes into your mouth, undoing your seatbelt herself and moving her seat back slightly.

there’s no time to consider anything so you do as your told, climbing over the middle console and sitting yourself on her lap, nervously looking down at her. she’s somehow even prettier up this close, faint freckles littered across her nose and barely there smile lines visible near her mouth.

but there’s no more time for examining because she’s kissing you again, hands roaming to your waist and thighs, squeezing your skin and driving you insane.

to say that you needed more was an understatement, your body practically burning for her. but you still had a headache. and your nose might still be crooked. and you were so tired your legs felt a little wobbly even with your full weight on her.

“do you wanna stay over tonight?” you ask, alessia moving to kiss your neck as you spoke, her warm tongue running up the skin there and causing you to shiver.

she pulls away and you notice how dark her blue eyes had gone, her pupils blown so big you could argue her eyes might be black. “stay as in sleep,” you say, lazily putting your hands on her shoulders.

as if a switch was flipped she gives you the signature sweet smile, nodding up at you and squeezing your waist again playfully.

“not that i don’t want to, you know, but today is just too much for me,” it comes out a little awkward but alessia is already ahead of you, leaning up to kiss you one more time and smile stupidly into your lips.

“we can talk about it all in the morning?” she asks and you nod, moving yourself out of the now open drivers door and stepping out into the cold night. she’s quick to follow, letting you go first and unlock the door.

you barely make it through much of anything, your body almost immediately in bed by the time you’d walked in. alessia is standing awkwardly near you, fingers toying with themselves as she tried to come up with how to ask where she was supposed to sleep.

“you can lay in here with me,” you say. “only if that’s what you want, there’s always the couch.”

she practically runs into bed with you, cozying herself up in the opposite side and laying her face towards you. you smile at each other, basking in the company.

you want to ask her a million things, but you don’t. instead you study her face for as long as you can, falling asleep far quicker than you had meant to.

and you wake up late, for the first time in years. and alessia is laying snug into your side, her body practically radiating heat. and there’s sunlight streaming through your window.

and you’re happy. and your nose, as alessia had promised, was on completely right.

#woso x reader #woso fanfics #alessia russo fic #alessia russo x reader #engandwnt x reader #woso fic #woso imagine #alessia russo #lioness x reader

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midnight-pluto · 4 months

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COFFEE: PG.14 — alleyway therapy sessions

COFFEE: tim drake x gn!reader

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FRIDAY, DECEMBER 15 2023 — 10:59 PM

IT HAD BEEN quite a bit of time since you started dating Tim. In all honesty, it was great — you’re dates were consistent, you got to spend time with his family, and hang outs outside of dates were enjoyable.

However, recently there has been a shift in your peaceful relationship. Tim had cancelled on you, again.

You understood the first time, he had rich kid socialite duties to attend to. The second time you were skeptical since it was back-to-back but he had given you a bouquet of your favorite flowers, so who were you to refuse? But this was the third time.

You both had planned on having a cute date at the park since it was a particularly good day to Gotham’s standards but as it turned out, he canceled on you.

Staring at Tim’s apology message, tears threatened to slip out of the corners of your eyes but you wouldn’t allow them. Taking a sharp inhale through your nose, you take your phone and leave.

Walking along the grim sidewalk of Gotham, you make a sharp turn through the alleyway for a shortcut to your apartment. Though doing that in Gotham wasn’t the best idea but you could handle a few thugs.

No one leave their house without a weapon in Gotham of course.

Halfway through the alleyway, a larger vine carrying two women emerge from the shadows in front of you — Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn.

“Ivy, I love you and all but are you sure this is a good idea? I mean like, I’m sure a lot of people out there deserve a good beating but not them! They look like they’ve had a rough night,” Harley told her girlfriend to which you sigh at.

“Of course the world isn’t done with torturing me,” you mumble.

“See!”

“Huh, I thought there would be a lot more shitty people that come down this route,” Ivy mutters.

“Are you alright sweetie? You look like you’ve had a bad day?”

“Wait Harles, you can’t be seriously starting a therapy session right now are you?”

“C’mon Ivy! This is the least we can do for them! I mean we inconvenienced them, potentially ruined their day by showing up — I mean like I would also be upset if a pair of heroes showed up for no reason — and! They look depressed! Look at their face!”

Wow. You didn’t know whether to be glad that someone noticed your sadness or offended at the fact that someone thought you looked depressed.

Probably a mixture of both.

Ivy raised a brow at her girlfriends notions and looked you over as you stared blankly into the abyss. Her eyes widen in realization of who you were, “Hey wait, aren’t you that viral employee of Café Remedies? Y/N, right?”

“That’s me,” you huff out, shoving your hands in your pockets.

“Holy shit I love that place! They make hella good macarons,” Harley interjects, “See! We gotta have a therapy session now.”

“Ugh, fine,” the redhead rolls her eyes, using her vines to create makeshift chairs for the three of you to sit on.

You stare at the sudden creation in shock but swiftly get over it once you see the couple sit down on them nonchalantly.

“So tell me, what’s going on currently?” the ex-psychiatrist begins, taking out a pen and notepad.

“Harles where on Earth did you get that?”

“It’s honestly nothing but like— he just keeps on canceling on me and I don’t know what to do, like is it me? Am I the problem—?”

“Slow down,” the blond interrupts with a calm voice, “Who are we talking about here?”

“My boyfriend.”

“Who’s the boyfriend?”

“Tim Drake.”

“Oh you gotta be shitting me! Him?” Ivy abruptly says, “He’s actually dating somebody?” She turns to look at her girlfriend to which she looks at her with the same expression.

“Apparently, I thought they were just rumors and speculation,” she shrugged her shoulders.

“We literally posted pictures of our first date— anyways,” you shake your head trying to get back on track, “He keeps on canceling our dates last minute and I’m starting to have doubts because what if he’s not into me anymore? Did he even like me in the first place — I was the one who suggested our first date so what if he just said yes out of obligation since I’m friends with Duke?”

“Wait Duke as in Duke Thomas?” the plant enthusiast questioned once more, to which you nod your head in response. “Holy shit you have connections.”

“But Duke isn’t even legally adopted by the Wayne’s,” Harley points out turning towards you, “Is he?”

“Well it doesn’t even matter since he literally attends the same events they do,” Ivy reminds.

“True I guess, but back on track. Tim keeps on canceling your guys’ dates?” the blond flips her notepad to a new page and clicks her pen once more.

“Yeah the first time he blamed it on his ‘rich kid duties,’” you quote.

“Why have money if you can’t even use it to bail out of something to spend time with you’re partner?” the redhead deadpans.

“And the second time?”

“He did the same thing but got me flowers as an apology and promised to show up the next time but uh,” you click your tongue, “He obviously didn’t show up.”

“Does he text or call you whenever he cancels on you?” Harley asked, putting black framed glasses on. Where she was pulling all of these things from alluded you but you didn’t question it.

“He texts me.”

She furrows her brows at that statement, “Can I see the text messages?”

Unlocking your phone, you press the messages app and show her your past conversations with your beloved. “We’ve called a few times during this time but that’s it.”

“Alright did you leave him on read?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Good he deserves it after answering your texts with the max of five words.”

SPECIAL NOTE: y’all might not hear from me next week since I got midterms but I will finish this smau before 2024 I swear!! also, I’m imagining Harley and Ivy are like they are in the Harley Quinn animated series — just an fyi

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The Wayne Welcoming

Damian Wayne x Reader

Summary: A short story sequel to The Family Meet and Greet, where Y/n meets members of the Wayne Family one by one.

A/n: honestly… I don’t like what I wrote…. But it took me a whole month to write it - so I’m just going to publish it.

Masterlist - Tip Jar

Tim Drake and Stephanie Brown

Steph keeps following Damian because she really wants to meet Y/n, Tim is following Steph to ensure her enthusiasm isn’t over exerted, as if it wasn’t already.

“Go away!” Damian shouts at the two who’s standing by the light post. Stephanie wearing her incognito hat and glasses. Whilst Tim just stands there out in the open with his hands in his pockets, not even attempting to hide himself unlike Steph, whose standing behind the thin pole as if it was a genuine hiding spot. Steph looks over her shoulder to see what Damian was talking about. As if her disguise wasn’t absolutely transparent. “Stop following me.”

Steph releases a small whine. “Aw but you two have been dating for like ever… I just want to meet her.”

“I don’t care, you weirdos will scare her off. I’ll never introduce her so long as I live.” Steph begins to swoon.

“Aw that’s so cute Dames, you’re such a protective boyfriend… too bad she’s here anyway.” Reaching her hand over Damian, Steph joyfully grabs your hand and begins to shake your hand with an unmatched enthusiasm. “Hi my name is Steph, and this is Tim! It’s so nice to finally meet you, Damian is sooo secretive! I tried to meet you like a million times but Damian always ruined our plans!” You begin to giggle, caught off guard for the unfiltered joy running off of Steph. Her over excited hand shake continues to the point of shaking your entire arm. Damian grits his teeth, ripping Stephs grasp from your own.

“Go. Away.” He says, eyes bearing into Stephanie’s soul, an earnest threat swimming in Damian’s ominous gaze. Steph winces at the sincere danger floating in the air.

“Alrighty, so what are we doing today?” Tim asks, immune from Damian’s demands.

“No. No. No. Go home. Right. Now. Or else I’ll call Conor to come get you.” The two besties look at each-other silently before laughing.

“… you know Conor would just join, he’s dying to meet Jon’s new friend.” Damian goes red in the face. You slug your arm around Damian’s shoulders in a friendly embrace.

“Come on, let’s seize this impromptu meeting! It could be fun!”

Jason Todd

You stood alone at the end of the red carpet, the cameras were flashing as arriving couples walk the velvet floor to have their photos taken before entering the Wayne’s Gala.

You looked around nervously, looking for Damian, waiting to walk the carpet with him. Instead, the ushers were rushing you to begin your walk alone.

Your requests to wait for your partner falling on deaf ears as they attempt to force you to walk the carpet by yourself. Panic filling you as the ushers continue to shout and push you towards to start of the velvet walk. You felt incredibly anxious to step out in front of the cameras, the attention was overwhelming.

Jason sucks his teeth, irritated that the ushers were putting unnecessary pressure and seemingly, ruining your night.

“The brat needs to pay better attention.” Jason mutters to himself, abandoning Roy with an eager gold-digger who is clearly not catching onto Roy’s disinterest. Walking up behind the beautiful girl. He loops his arm around your form, resting his hand on the small of your back.

“I’ve got things from here.” He guides you towards the velvet carpet and begins to stride slowly as the cacophony of shouts and flashing lights assault your senses. Jason digs his fingers into your side, grabbing your attention.

“Don’t pull faces, the press will run it for months.” He reminds you, pulling out his sparkling toothy smile.

You both walk the carpet together, before shortly reaching the entrance to the Gala.

“See first timer. It’s not so bad.” He says with his award-winning smile. His attention turns to a cranky Damian and Roy.

“I can’t believe you just ditched me like that.” Roy utters in betrayal as Jason shrugs unapologetically.

Dick Grayson

A drawn out yawn escapes Damian as he slowly stumbles into the sun room, ready to start the day with Alfred’s world famous onsen eggs.

But instead Damian is greeted by the most peculiar sight.

Shoulders touching, Damian sees his beloved girlfriend oddly cosy with his older brother Dick. More specifically, why the fuck is Dick slinging his arm around his girlfriends back, his chin resting on her shoulder as he looks down at the phone held in her hand. Giggles escaping the odd duo as they continue to watch whatever is on your screen.

Jealousy bubbles under Damian’s skin watching his brother touch his girlfriend in and oddly familiar way. This level of physical touch took Damian months to build up to, only for Dick to do it seemingly over night.

“Morning!” Dick beems seemingly, unbothered by the evasion of his girlfriends personal space.

“Morning Grayson. If you touch Y/n so familiarly again, I’ll break your fingers.” He threatens without so much as a blink.

The two sit, staring, only to break out in fits of laughter.

“Aw Dames! You’re such a protective boyfriend!” Dick cooes pulling Damian into a embrace, the scowl on his face looking dangerously similar to that of a cornered dog.

“Hehe, so protective.” Y/n also cooes, sandwiching Damian from the other side with a playful peck on his cheek.

“Oh god, now there’s two of you.” He mutters limply between his overly affectionate brother and partner.

Duke Thomas

The incessant buzzing amongst the couch cushions is ruining the heart-wrenching scene playing out on the TV screen.

On one hand, Duke is keen to remove the irritation immediately as to not further ruin his viewing experience.

On the other hand, Duke is not keen to relive the experience of finding Damian’s phone only to see a private message not meant for him.

However, the continuous vibrations running through the couch is grating on Dukes nerves. He cannot hold back any further. Stripping the cushions which were once perfectly place, moulding around his form, now strewn amongst the floor until Duke is able to find the black phone laying innocently under the seat covers.

Turning the screen he sees dozens of missed calls from Y/n.

Immediately, Dukes stomach drops to the floor as he quickly realises that Y/n may needed urgent help and instead of answering the phone like a normal person, Duke just tried to phase out the noise until it went away, all because of his favourite show.

Fumbling the phone, Duke quickly returns the call immediately, praying to any god that Y/n was okay and not dead just because he wanted to finish the last 7 minutes of the episode. God that would suck.

“Hello?” Y/n answers, her voice is shaky, as if confused.

“Erm-Y/n? It’s Duke, I found Damian’s phone and I saw your missed calls - AreYouOkay?” Duke blurts quickly. The line is silent for an uncomfortable amount of time because a snorting laughter blasts through the phone.

“Oh my god! Yes I’m okay! I was just calling Damian’s phone because he can’t find it! I promise I’m okay!” Giggles follow, which leaves Duke stunned.

“Why don’t you guys just use phone location services?” The line falls dead silent before another snorting laughter burst through the phone.

“Honestly I completely forgot that was even a thing! Hey do me a favour? Don’t tell Damian, I want to see how long it takes him to figure it out.” Oh Duke likes you. Damian’s loving girlfriend now pulling a harmless prank of the Wayne’s resident bad boy.

“Okay. $20 he finds the phone through some form of tech tracker.”

“$20 that he’ll use Goliath to try and locate his phone.” Oddly specific, but Duke is game.

Bruce Wayne

Damian would never willingly come to any Gala. Not without trickery, bribery, or blackmail encouragement.

But right now, Bruce stands in astonishment as Damian grills the poor event planner for not arranging for Y/n’s place at the VIP table.

“Everything has to be perfect. Please reset the table immediately.” Damian orders with crossed arms. Now examining the staff scrambling to reset the VIP table to ensure you had a place to dine next to him.

Shock was one synonym for what Bruce was feeling. He was sure Damian, would never set foot in the ball room, so long as he lived.

Yet to Bruce’s utter surprise, Damian pitched the gala event, hired the planners and set out the invitations.

Damian wasn’t just attending the gala… he was hosting the gala.

“I’m late for my red carpet walk with Y/n. Hurry up and finish.” Damian snaps, taking quick strides towards the exit.

Why was his dear son hosting a gathering he loathes attending? Why, it’s because Damian’s beloved girlfriend expressed her desire to one day attend such an event. She was in aw of the glitz and the glamour and wanted to try it at least once.

Instead of just taking his beloved partner to the next event. Damian insisted that if she was to attend, it will be the best gala she would ever attend.

So now, Bruce watches in delight as his children, who also never willingly attend a gala, along with Y/n boisterously bound around the hall, engaging with other guests, eating the hors d’oeuvres, clapping along to the entertainers and finally eating the delicious four courses whilst the MC engages the crowds interest, greasing the wallets of the wealthy for funding of social causes.

Damian’s eyes looking at his partner in adoration, gaging her delight at his hard work.

Y/n abandons her seat during the speeches to sit next to Bruce.

“Hi Mr. Wayne, I’m sorry I didn’t introduce myself earlier. My name is Y/n, it’s a pleasure to finally meet Damian’s father.” You smile shyly, sticking out your hand.

Your face is set with confidence, but your slightly shaky hand suggests your nerves are firing away with nervousness.

Smiling he takes his future daughter-in-laws hand and gives it a sturdy shake.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you too Y/n. Please, call me Bruce.”

Talia al Ghul

“So you’re the girl whose stolen my sons heart.” Your neck just about breaks, your startled heart thumping at the sudden presence. Your demeanour is reminiscent of a frighten bunny.

A scowl presses along her face in irritation and dissatisfaction. “You’re who Damian picked to partner with?” Her mocking tone dripping with venom.

“Uh… yes?” Y/n utters awkwardly, not quite sure what to say in the presence of Damian’s supposed mother.

She hums unamused. “This is going to be interesting.”

And just like that, she was gone.

#dc imagine #dc x reader #batboys #batboys imagine #batboys x reader #Damian Wayne x reader #Damian Wayne imagine #Damian x reader #Damian imagine #Robin x reader #Robin imagine

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igotanidea · 11 months

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My eleven : Jason Todd x fem!reader

Request: Can you do a Jason Todd x reader where the reader doesn’t think she has a chance with Jason because “he’s a 10” and the reader has low self esteem.

Warining: all the typical that comes with Jay: swearing, teasing, bickering, slight innuendo in one sentence

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„How the hell did I even get here?!”

“Are you having fun, Y/N?!” Steph yelled to her from the other side of the dancefloor. It was Brown’s birthday party and of course all of her friends and family were invited. Poor, shy, introverted Y/N being no exception to that even though she was trying her hardest to come up with any pathetic excuse that ever existed.

But Stephanie was not known for letting people off easily.

And that is how Y/N got here.

Here being the middle of the crowded club, filled with people, most of whom she did not even know. It was like suffocating, but she just put a thumb up and smiled at Stephanie, cause was else was left to do? She was practically dragged here to have fun and enjoy Friday night, damn it.

And more to that, she was forced to wear a dress.

A dress for God’s sake! Most of the time she felt insecure in pants and simple T-shirt so getting dolled up was just too much. Very much too much.

She had to get out. To find just a little bit of peace and air to breathe, being it in the bathroom or outside or wherever else far from the people.

It took a lot of effort to squeeze between the moving bodies, unnoticed by any of the family members, but Y/N was fast, flexible and extremely sneaky when situation called for so she made it out to the door safely, nearly tripping over her own feet at the very end.

“Damn it!” she hissed exhaling deeply and letting all the frustration out.

“I take it you don’t like it here either?” a deep male voice, seasoned with mockery came from the right side and at first she almost expired, but quickly realized it was just Jason.

Just Jason.

Not that she was having a massive crush on him, for months now.

“Are you trying to give me a heart attack you idiot!?”

“Is it working?” he raised an eyebrow at her puffing on the cigarette.

Oh damn it’s working. My heart is definitely beating faster than it’s supposed to.

“NO!” she scoffed

“Whatever you say, princess“ Jason smirked “but I don’t think you were expecting to see me here”

‘You mean outside or at Steph b-day party?”

“Let’s say both”

“Well, I never took you for a party animal Jace, so….”

“I’ll tell you a secret” he pushed himself off the wall and came closer to Y/N. too close! “I didn’t really come for Brown…..” his gaze focused on her , eyeing her from head to toe and ended flickering between her lips and eyes making the girl choke down. “That;s a really nice outfit, princess….” He muttered and she was suddenly extremely aware of every nerve ending in her body “I guess I’ll see you inside” before she could gasp a single word Jason trampled the butt, smirked at her and disappeared inside.

What the hell just happened?!

Her head was spinning, heart jumping out of her chest, breath becoming uneven

Jason fucking Todd.

Of course he was just making fun of her. There was not a chance he meant what he said as a complement. Not an option that he was interested in her. He was a freaking edgelord, trained at intimidating people and bickering.

So why were her cheeks burning like that? Why was there a smile lingering on her lips, wondering that maybe…. Maybe …..

“Hey you!” this time it was female voice throwing her back to reality

“Me?”

“Yes, you.” a tall girl stepped into the light and Y/N could see her face. The other girl was just beautiful. Her every step showed the confidence and determination. Oh, that one knew what she wanted and how to get it. And y/n had a feeling why she took interest in her. “How do you know the 10”

“the 10?”

“That guy you were talking to. Don’t you know the scale?”

“Oh, no, please” Y/N whined “why do people feel the urge to judge each other like this? This is just …. Humiliating and freaking objectifying!”

“sorry to break it to you, sunshine, but that’s how the world works. People judge each other. How else would they get together? There are some rules to maintain, and social status is the barrier. Simple as it. Your… friend is a total 10. And so am I.”

“Right…..” as if Y/N didn’t know that. Of course she knew that was how it worked. She was actually painfully aware of that. And familiar with the fact that Jace was most definitely a 10. His ripped body was speaking for itself, and the little scars on his face, including that hated J was only adding to the flame. He was perfect image of a bad boy and it’s no news that most of the girls fall for that. To add to that, Jason was also a perfect mix of many different traits. Rough and sarcastic, but deeply caring. Harsh and violent when it came to enemies, but loving and longing for the one that were close to him. He was keeping his walls up and was wary, but once you gained his trust you get to know him on so many different levels. Y/N knew all that. And it was not easy to see herself in comparison. Boring, average, ordinary girl. She didn’t stand a chance.

“Listen, pidgeon. “ the blonde said, running fingers through her hair, fixing them to look sexier “I’m just saving you heartbreak. Stay in your line. Go back home, change into sweatpants and chat with someone online. That’s more of a place for someone like you. Do you understand me?’

“Oh, fuck you.” y/n muttered

“Mhm. Someone definitely will do that tonight….” The girl grinned like a predator and followed Jason inside.

Y/N had enough. No matter how much this would break Steph heart, no matter how much of a cowardly behavior it was, she was going home. But that meant getting back to the club, grabbing her coat and perhaps seeing something her poor heart could not take.

“Oh fuck it!” she hissed to herself again. “just get yourself together, girl. You knew that one day, sooner or later, he was going to get a hot girl. Just get that shit inside your brain and keep smiling for him. If anyone deserve happiness it definitely Jace.”

If only that little pep talk worked. But no matter how much Y/n tried, her emotions were stronger than her brain. And unfortunately she saw exactly what she was fearing so much. The blonde had already approached Jason, smiling at him innocently, fluttering her eyelashes and talking, talking and talking while he was just listening. After a couple minutes of that show, his face expression changed from curiosity through amusement and then to taunting. And then he laughed at her face.

He laughed at the hot girl.

And then he turned around spotting Y/N with tears in her eyes and became concerned in a blink of an eye, ditching the blonde and rushing towards his friend.

“Let’s get the hell out of here” he mumbled grabbing her small hand, enveloping it in his and simply leading her out.

Y/N should not have felt so good having his attention and care. She shouldn’t have let him do all that. She shouldn't have enjoyed his warm hand holding her and sending heat waves all over her. She should have told him to stay and relax and have fun, to forget about her, but she just couldn’t do any of that. She wanted him. She needed him to ease her pain and soothe her and hold her and to be with her and never, never, never let go. Stupid, selfish silly girl.

“Y/N.” Jason grabbed her chin and forced her to look up at him the second they were back outside.

“Please, don’t ask me who hurt me. Please, don’t use that words ‘cause I will break under the weight of your care.” She thought “care that is not mine for the taking….”

“Who hurt you?” he asked exactly what she was fearing. And then she truly could not hold it back any longer as her body started shaking and she found herself in his warm, calming, protective embrace, sobbing desperately, unable to form any coherent words, just crying into his chest. “Shhhh. Just tell me. I will make it right, I promise.”

“No….” she sobbed and it made him pull away and look at her.

“What do you mean ‘no’? Y/n/n? What is going on? Whoever made you sad does not deserve to breathe.”

“Jason, please just let go off me. Please, I can’t do this anymore. I can’t let you do this anymore.”

“Do what, love?”

“Stop calling me that” she struggled against him, but he was too strong and kept her close. “Why can’t you see? You’re a 10! I don’t even reach within the scale! You should find yourself the girl in your league! Why can’t you just stick to the rules!”

‘You’re unbelievable.” He chuckled shaking his head “truly unbelievable.”

“Stop making fun out of me! You shouldn’t…. You can’t …..” she hiccupped

“That is really bold of you to start a sentence like this. Telling me what do. But go on, I'm listening carefully.”

“I’m not good enough for you! I’m no one! And you…. you’re you! We’re not supposed to even be seen together! It will ruin your reputation and ….”

“My reputation….” He almost laughed “dammit, love. Are you done?” he locked his hands on her waist and it made her eyes grow wide. Something was terribly wrong here.

“No, I ….”

“Too bad.” He interrupted her, pulling her closer and she immediately put hands on his toned chest to separate their bodies. Grave mistake since feeling all that muscles only made her want him more. Again. “Cause now I will speak and you will listen, baby.”

“Baby?”

“You’re gullible. Self-conscious. Oblivious as fuck. Why? Why can’t you see that I don’t give a damn about should, could, must or mustn’t. I do what I want. Screw the rules, which are fucking stupid by the way. Me being a 10, shit!” now he laughed for real and that wonderful, rare sound made her close her eyes, indulging in this. “Like I care!”

“But you are! For me!’ it just slipped through her mouth without her thinking “shit, did I say that out loud?”

“I’m glad you did.” He leaned forward a bit, testing the waters, and when she did not pull he back just put his lips onto hers, his grip on her tightening, her hands tangling in his hair. She was making out with him. In front of a public premise. Where everyone could see.

“No…” she pulled back upon realizing what was happening “this is wrong….”

“Stop being stubborn” he muttered resuming kissing her, this time harder, more intensely, that sudden craving of her taking over him. He finally had her without all her inhibitions and doubts. He had her in his arms.

“Jace….?” She asked hesitantly when he cut the kiss and leaned his forehead on hers.

“You’re right y/n. You don’t fit the scale. Cause sure as fuck you are my 11.”

“But….”

“Oh, no, baby, forget it. I’ll spend the rest of my life proving that to you, but I’m not letting you go away from me now that I have you.”

“Is this real?” she mumbled.

“Let’s see about that.” He smirked and kissed her again. And again. And again. Proving that this was not just a crazy dream of a delusional girl, but deep honest feelings on his part.

He loved her.

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softpascalito · 4 months

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Christmas Baking for Three - Joel Miller x Reader

Summary: You're tired, pregnant, angry and you mess up the cookies meant for Joel. He gets a full blast of your hormones - and still manages to surprise you.

Relationships: Joel Miller x F!Reader WC: 1800 Tags/Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Established Relationship, Baking, Christmas Cookies, Christmas, Pregnancy, Female Reader, No use of y/n, Fights, Mention of normal pregnancy struggles, Soft Joel (The Last of Us), Nicknames, Kissing, Crying, Joel Miller in an apron Read on AO3 full advent calendar (updated daily)

notes: another lil calendar piece that is also dedicated to steph's winter writing challenge (@toomanystoriessolittletime) with the trope baking <3 i also wanted to mention a very short but very lovely pregnancy piece by SwiggitySwagNightmareStag with peña that i found really inspiring in regards to p characters and how they handle pregnancy. you can read it here! <3

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You swore under your breath as you opened the oven door, only to be met with a gush of heat and the smell of burnt dough. The cookies that you had so carefully prepared, cut out in the shapes of christmas trees and hearts, had taken on a dark brown color, the furthest row from you already smoking slightly.

“Fuck-” With a quick move, you maneuvered the try of burnt cookies onto the sink to let them cool off. Looking at them in broad daylight, it was clear that they were barely edible and in no way as enjoyable as they should be.

You ignored the surge of anger inside of yourself, anger at the oven for being so damn unreliable, at the timer that you’d meant to replace ages ago, at yourself. You’d been too distracted with cleaning up, then being forced to take a quick trip to the bathroom upstairs and getting sidetracked with laundry.

A groan left you at the realization. The laundry was still soaking in the bathtub, abandoned the second you’d caught a glimpse of the clock and realized how long the cookies had been baking for.

Angry tears shot into your eyes. It felt like a never-ending battle between you and your ever-growing list of things to do, to prepare, to keep track of. And this had been the one thing you’d wanted to do for him, to thank him for taking over so many of said things now that you were in your third trimester. Maybe you could start over, hide the failed cookies, to spare your another embarrassment in front of-

As if summoned by your thoughts, the door of the small mudroom bordering the kitchen opened with a creak. Merely a second later and clearly alarmed by the smell, he was hurrying into the room, eyes raking through the kitchen until they landed on you. His shoulders slumped slightly as he took in your form, checking you from top to bottom.

“Are you okay?” Joel's voice was soft, despite him being a little out of breath. You could see the basket filled with firewood behind him. Another task that used to be yours before your stomach had grown too big.

He watched your reaction, carefully making his way around the counter, glancing at the burnt cookies in passing. It was enough to make the tears finally spill from your eyes, rolling down your face and landing on the shirt that was already stained with flour. And the anger inside of you? It had finally found an outlet.

The poor man didn't even have time to brace himself before you started yelling.

“You arent supposed to be home, what the fuck are you doing here?!” He looked taken aback, but only for a moment. Then his face seemed to relax. You didn't want him to relax. You wanted him to be as angry as you were and in as much pain and misery. You knew it was a horrible, horrible thought, but you couldn't help it. You wanted him to have to run to the toilet upwards of twenty times a day, to have him woken up by a human kicking inside of him at the most ungodly hours.

“You said you'd be at work until five! You're not-” Another sob escaped you as the knot in your chest seemed to grow exponentially, “You're not supposed to be here yet and-”

You couldn't find a single trace of anger on his face. Not in the crease between his brows, not in the corners of his mouth, not even in his eyes. All you could find was concern.

“Hey-” Joel whispered, his hands cupping your cheeks. They were cold but you leaned into the touch regardless, “What's going on, darlin? Talk to me, please.”

You hiccuped slightly as you tried to speak, the words fighting hard to not get outside. As far as your body was concerned, there was no point in telling him, in making him a bigger part of your currently miserable experience than he already had to be.

“Burned- I burned the cookies-” You mumbled, “I wanted- wanted to surprise you.”

Your arms finally wrapped around him, your body fitting snug against his, even with your baby bump between you. Joel pulled you closer, one hand supporting your back while the other gently stroked your hair, “Shhh, it's okay. You're okay.”

He held you like that for a while, occasionally whispering words of gentle encouragement into your ear until the sobs had stopped. Then, he nudged you towards the living room, guiding you to sit down on one of the armchairs next to the window. He stayed by your side, kneeling down in front of you as he kept his hands on your legs, gently rubbing your thigh.

“There we are,” Joel mumbled softly, producing a handkerchief from nearby and wiping the last of your tears from your cheeks. He gave you a few more moments of silence before he spoke.

“Wanna talk about it?” You opened your mouth to decline, to push him away and deal with it yourself. It's what you would have done a few months ago. But, as he kept reminding you, you were a team now. No, not just a team. Parents. Soon-to-be-parents. He-was-once-before-but-you-were-new-to-all-this-parents.

“It's just been a lot,” you mumbled, watching as Joel nodded along, soft brown eyes radiating understanding. “And I'm already putting so much work on you on top of your normal duties so I thought- I wanted to do something nice for you.”

Joel hummed quietly, his thumb pressing into your thigh a little, “You do nice things for me all the time, darlin’.”

“I don't. Not with-” You helplessly gestured to your stomach. You could practically see Joel's expression getting a little more serious at that, “Baby, I promise you do. You're here when I come home, right? You fall asleep next to me. You kiss me when you wake up in the morning. Don't need more than that, baby.”

Almost instantly, the tears were back. A thick one rolled down your cheek and Joel reached up just in time to catch it.

“I appreciate you wanting to bake for me, godda-” He stopped himself from cursing, a habit he’d picked up in the last few weeks, with the due date coming ever closer and him insisting that you should at least try to bring up a civilized child. You had a feeling it had less to do with your child and more with the amount of curse words Ellie dropped on a daily basis, but if it made Joel happy, you wouldn't argue against it.

He sighed, “I really do appreciate it. And you know I think your cookin’ is nothing short of magic,” he mumbled quietly. Then he shook his head, his hand wandering to gently rest on your round stomach, “But it's not why I'm with you.”

“Besides, you're already doin’ a whole lot of baking in here,” he added with a small smile, gently patting your stomach and you couldn't help but let out a small laugh.

“I wouldn't exactly call it baking.”

Joel raised a brow, “No, ‘m pretty sure it is. I made a real nice dough, put it right in here, turned up the heat and now I just gotta wait for it to be done.”

“You're such an idiot, Miller,” you offered weakly as you leaned down towards him, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. He smirked against your lips, “If being an idiot gets you to stop crying, I'll do it more often.”

The kiss barely had time to get more heated before you gently pushed back against Joel's chest, “Gotta finish the laundry upstairs.” A small frown built on his face, “We agreed I'd do that. Ain't good for your back, baby.”

“I told you, I've been-” He actually cut you off this time, squeezing your thigh a little to make you fall silent, “Remember what I said? When you told me you were pregnant?”

You raised a brow, “Before or after you almost fainted?” Joel sent you a playful glare at that, causing you to sigh, “You said we were in this together. That you- that you'd be here for it all.”

“That's right,” he mused softly, his thumb still absent-mindedly caressing your thigh.

“Now, let me go take care of the laundry and you take a nap, yeah? You look-” He paused for a moment, clearly trying to find a nice way to say it, “You look real tired, darlin’.”

You drifted off to the sound of clothes being washed in the bathtub in the next room and to Joel's soft humming of a lullaby he’d been practicing. If this works just half as good on our baby, you thought right before falling asleep, we’re not going to half a single sleepless night.

When you wake up, the rays of afternoon sun are filtering through the windows, giving the house the warm glow you like it so much for. Stumbling into the kitchen, you're met with a sight that you've never seen before.

Joel Miller, an apron tied around his front, kneading away on a piece of dough. Your small laughter alerts him to your presence and you swear you can spot the faintest blush on his cheeks as you practically skip towards him.

“If you wanted an excuse to wear that, you could've just said so,” you tease, leaning against the counter as you watch him. Joel grumbles softly but the small smile on his face isn't lost on you, “ ‘bout time you wake up. Wanna help?”

You frown slightly- and then you realize what he’s doing. Baking bread is something you do often, but this isn't that. The cookie recipe you'd been using earlier is placed next to him, the dough looks exactly the same yours had before you’d burned it.

“Figured we both like cookies. Plus it doubles as a Christmas activity and, well.”

You kiss him. Once, twice, only stopping when he forces you to. He's perfect.

You bake together this time, with you showing him how to get the cut-outs just right, him sneaking a few pieces of the dough into his mouth when he thinks you’re not looking. It’s cozy and relaxing and for the first time in weeks, you seem to forget all about the struggles of being a pregnant woman.

You both sit in front of the oven afterwards, you in Joels lap, your bodies intertwined, both watching eagerly as the cookies slowly turn golden. He kisses your head, his nose nuzzling your hair a few times.

“Next time you’re overwhelmed like that?” He mumbles quietly, “Just let me know, yeah? You know I'm here. For you and the little one”

You nod softly, resting your head against his chest, “I know.”

notes: as always, thank you for reading. i adore each and every one of you. if you enjoyed this, feel free to give me an early christmas present by leaving a comment or reblogging <3

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